#*le tired flops*

[thegreenleavesofspring]

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Me: *on the phone with my mother* Yeah God has me in a holding pattern right now so I'm just chilling.

*two days later* Stuff Starts Happening

Which. Don't get me wrong. It's good stuff and stuff I've been praying for for awhile now but also... it is going to be Tiring and Inconvenient to deal with and the holding pattern the boys and I have been in has been remarkably comfortable, actually, and I am reluctant to face the exertion and weariness that the process of this Stuff is going to require and...

Anyway, don't mind me, just complaining about blessings again. XP

(I'm just. I already know good and well that I am going to be Tired for the next few months. Really really Tired. Even with trusting and praying it's still going to take mental and physical energy and also concern for my children and it's just. Gack.)

(Actually maybe I need to be praying that I will soon meet a dependable, trustworthy babysitter so that my children can get to know and trust them before the impending periods of hours of separation. And yeah yeah "Bri just hours?" but keep in mind my children have never been separated from me except once, my eldest stayed with my in-laws while I was in the hospital giving birth to my second son and that Did Not Go Well. Indeed my youngest never even experienced the usual separation anxiety phase that happens around a year old because he has never been without me.

Add to that that we don't actually know ANYONE in the area. Like at all. Except my mother, who is currently without transportation and who I don't... fully... trust to watch my kids for like... four hours. Or longer.

Anyway this has been weighing on me and I don't know why it hasn't occurred to me to pray about it before.)

On another note, when the CPS dude visited today he asked if we were going to be okay (re: my husband no longer providing any financial support at all) and I said yes, because we have no other choice but to be, and we just sort of looked at each other. But I didn't come off as worried because even though I know already that next month is going to be challenging, I also have full trust that God has not brought us this far just to drop us now. Just because I don't know yet what He has planned doesn't mean He doesn't have a plan and also I think I've maybe gotten a glimpse at it? Little bitty glimpse? Just takes a certain amount of effort on my part.

...yes I'm a bit lazy. XP

[ellieslittleburrow]

Resuested by @outof-spite : was wondering if you could do a winchester bros & little sister! reader where theyve been arguing constantly lately, and reader is usually combative and always argues back but, this time shes just over the arguing so she just gives up trying to argue with them and kinda goes mute?

Warnings : family fights, yelling

Pairings : Sam/Dean Winchester x sister!reader

A/N : Sorry for the late postt ❤️❤️

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Things happen, right? Misunderstandings, judgement, reproaches and blame, all of them, the worst thing that could happen to a family, more importantly-right now-to yours.

Back from a hunt gone bad, you heavily lay in the backseat of the impala, your feet hung over the left window while your head rests over the opposite side of the car.

"Hey-get your feet off my damn leather." A complaint you've heard one too many times, and one you usually fight but- this time, as a sigh leaves your lips, you uncross your legs and bring them down, consequently lifting your upper body to sit up. An avertion from your side that's different from your usual habits, causing the car to fall into heavily loud silence.

And although it is loud with almost audible thoughts and anger, you still enjoy that while it lasts.

And it fucking doesn't last, in fact, just as soon as you entered the motel, another sentence commenced by Sam sent Dean into a fury, and just as things heated up, you found yourself in the middle of it all-again-

"Hey!!-" The shout is directed at you, this you know and choose to disguard. You would answer but- your body is fatigued and so is our mind, answering seems to lead to no vail. You answer, he fights you, you all go to sleep and wake up forcebly normalizing things, as if your throats aren't sore and your brains aren't fried.

"Hey-i'm talking to you-"

The words sound more bitter this time around, and you find yourself reluctantly lifting your gaze up . You look at Dean, slow and undetermined, exhausted.

"I asked you why you did that-You could've waited for us. I know you said there was no time le-" Dean pauses. "And fucking answer me when i talk to you-"

You shrug, causing a choking gasp out of Dean. His eyes widen and he leans forward. "Are you-Is she provok-are you-"

You throw your jacket over the bed, disdain discerned in your every move and you flop on the bed, unaware of the sudden tension that-again- suddenly settles in.

But the thing is--You don't care anymore. You haven't enough energy to get you to fight them once more, neither to explain or defend yourself. Too damn fucking tired is what you are at the moment-Too damn tired of it all.

"Kid?"

You rest your hand over your forehead, closing your eyes in an effort to soothe your aching muscles, and maybe suck in a little more patience.

"Kid."

Your stomach tightens and soon, you'll recess into a bawling mess, so you get off the bed and pick up your jacket.

Please don't lead to another fight, please..You just want it all to be ov-

"What's wrong?"

You shrug once more, shaking your head to motion that all is fine before heading for the door. But Sam comes your way, blocking the door and you blow a long sigh.

"Come here"

Sam grips both of your arms and swiftly-you find yourself glued to his chest. But all happens all too fast-why would he suddenly get all feely- and before you even realize it, you find yourself pushing against him.

"'im sorry-i'm sorry."

A lump builds up in your throat and as flashes of the past few weeks occupy every single space in your brain, your breathing increases-just as it gets harder to breathe. Just the thought of it all_

Your eyes are slowly flooded with warmth, announcing the tears gathering at your eyes. You need to leave. You need to go.

You choke on a sob.

You can't do this anym- "I know, honey. I've been there. I know." And with that, another sob loudly escapes your throat and a whimper follows.

"i've been there with Dad, i didn't realize we were doing that to you-i'm sorry. I see you. I really am sorry."

You shake your head as your cries fill the room, getting increasingly louder the harder Sam rubs your back. But that's not what you need. Not for them to see you-but for them to fucking stop.

"We'll stop. We'll talk. I promise."

You pull away from him, skeptical of a promise you doubt he can hold. And just as you're about to process that, Dean speaks.

"I'm sorry too." His honest tone makes you sigh. This isn't.what.i.want.

"Sam and i are sort've used to it- we lost sight of the fact that it wasn't affecting just us, but you as well. I really am sorry." Sam looks into your eyes and you slightly lean back, averting your gaze.

"It must've been really stresstful for you the past few weeks." Taken aback by his words, you pull your chin away from his hand and turn around, wiping at your tears before resting your hand against your forehead.

"we're sorry, kid."

You shrug, still mistrusftul. Mistrustful but hopeful. Because Sam and Dean are different, fights and bad things might accure but no matter how disconnected from each other they might be, they always come back to each other. And you are no different. You know them well enough.

Your silence is apprehended as anger. "Okay..We understand, we'll leave."

But it's not anger and it's most certainly not hatred. So you envelop Sam again and bury your face in his chest.

Maybe that'll be enough for him to understand?

His surprise manifests through his still figure. "Thank you, honey." That surprise quickly dissipates and he hugs you back. "It..."

"it's going to be okay, honey. We'll make it okay."

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I hope it isn't too cringe or too cliché because like-who would say sorry in under a minute. But yeah anyway much love sorry byyiii 🍁🍁🍁❤️❤️❤️

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— Yeehaw' it's cowgirl era!

pairings: leah williamson x reader

summary: readers' in her cowgirl era as she goes to nashville with leah and her family, she tries to contain her excitement, but its' too much to handle at the end of the night.

↪ this is my fav one shot to write, because I love country music!

and as always thank you to @alotofpockets for the help/inspiration to keep going with this fic!

"I'm so tired, why's the airport so noisy?" You grumble in complaint, all you want to do is sleep but with the news around the airport, its' difficult to do that.

You're tired, so tired. You weren't going to miss the chance to speak to your best friend in Australia though.

Stupid time zones really do suck.

"Well, that's what you get when you don't sleep, monkey," Leah chuckles, glancing at you while you are curled up on the floor.

"Its' not my fault though-- Kyra phoned me!" You whine in protest.

Leah chuckles and shakes her head, "Surely you can't be comfy down there?" She wonders, trying to understanding your reasoning to lie on the floor.

"Its' fine," You murmur, keeping your eyes shut and trying to ignore everyone around so you can sleep.

"Why don't you come and sit up here, love?" Berny, Leahs' grandma suggests, "You can't be comfortable down there."

"M' fine here," You repeat, trying to be as polite as possible.

"Shes' fine, Grandma. I'm happy for monkey to sleep wherever as long as I don't have to chase after her," Leah tells the older women, speaking nothing but the truth about the matter.

"What?" Jordan, Leahs' older cousin chuckles.

Leah exhales a sigh and locks her phone from where she's previously scrolling through Instagram, "Monkey likes to do this thing where she bolts, at literally any single chance that she gets. So as long as she's not making me run after her then I'm fine with that," She explains to them both.

Jordan blinks her eyes in confusion, "Uh, er, what?"

"Don' make me move, I'm comfy!" You whine from your position on the floor still.

"See?" Leah gestures to you with an amused smile, "Be grateful shes' not trying to pet the dogs over there." She adds.

"That was one time!" You exclaim in protest.

You try pet a few dogs' in the airport and suddenly everyone starts to make a big deal out of it, pft.

All you wanted to do was say hi to them.

You like animals, so what?

"I have so many questions right now," Jordan remarks.

Leah chuckles amusedly, "Well, we might be here a while then."

"The floors' not comfy anymore," You complain, huffing in annoyance.

"I thought you said it was?" Leah teases you at your own expense.

"Well now I'm not and everyones' been too loud," You whine in frustration, scrambling to get up from the floor, "Everyone needs to shuuuut up!"

"Uh, Le, is she okay?" Jordan turns to look at Leah in concern.

"Oh, yeah, this is just monkey being well, this is just monkey being her normal self-- Ooft, I didn't think you'd literally flop yourself down on me there," Leah groans as she feels your whole body weight completely slump down on her.

You let out a yawn and rest your head on her shoulder, "You make a comfy pillow, so deal with it." You state.

"But, you know..." Leahs' words are cut short by you.

"Shush, you're bein' too loud, Le," You grumble, not happy with her continuing to yap in your ear when you just want to sleep.

"Oh you poor baby," Leah mocks you.

"Mean Malfoy," You murmur under your breath, but it's still loud enough for the blonde to hear.

"What-- Whos' Malfoy?" The blonde's completely thrown off by the namedrop of a certain character.

"You are," You don't hesistate to admit.

"What? I am... I am not--" Leahs' still in disbelief to even realise that you'd managed to drop off to sleep while using her shoulder as a pillow, "Oh, she's asleep. Would you look at that?" She mutters.

"Must've been tired," Berny chuckles, amusedly.

"I still-- I... I don't look like him," Leah is still continuing to have a full blown crisis over the newfound nickname, "Do you guys think I look like Malfoy?" She questions, confused.

"Hey, monkey. You're quiet," Leah pokes her head around the door to check in on you, after not hearing much from you since you had all arrived at the hotel, "Whatcha up to?" She questions.

"Watchin' Black Widow," You pause the current film your watching and  peer your head up from your iPad, "Wouldn't it be so cool to have Widow Bites?" You wonder.

That would definitely be so cool.

Apparently Leah thinks different by her facial expression.

"I think I'd fear for everyones' safety around you with them things," Leah remarks, shaking her head in disagreement, "What would you even use them for anyways?" She asks.

Shrugging your shoulders, you fumble with the strings of your hoodie, "Hurt my enemies and stuff, ye know'?" 

"Enemies?" Leah questions in amusement.

"I got 'em, Le. Loads of 'em!" You tell the blonde.

Leah continues to look at you bewildered, "Right, oookay then. Well, we're gonna get ready to head to the festival soon, so are you ready to go?" She wonders.

"Uh huh, just watchin' this to kill the time-- Ooh! I still need one of them fancy hats!" You exclaim in realisation, jumping up from the bed.

"Slow down there cowgirl," Leah chuckles, making the reference to the jumper that you're wearing, "I've got you covered." She gestures to the cowboy hat which she just so happens to have in her hand before she plonks it on top of your head.

"Yeehaw! Howdy there partner!" You beam a wide grin as you try and put on the perfect accent.

The blonde continues to laugh in amusement, "You are something else sometimes, monkey," Shaking her head, she slings her arm around your shoulder, "C'mon, lets' go and find my family." She adds.

"Whatcha mean by that?" You turn your head to look at her in confusion.

"Well, you've heard the phrase 'one sandwich short of a picnic', right?" Leah explains to you as the two of you start to head out of the hotel room.

"Uh huh," You nod your head slowly in understanding.

"You're that sandwich, monkey," Leah states as she smiles.

Now its' your turn to look at the blonde bewildered, "What? I--"

"Anyways, let's go before we're late!" Leah interjects, tugging you in the direction to go and meet her two family members down in the lobby of the hotel.

"Whoa!" Your eyes are lit in excitement as you take in the sight around you of the festival, "We're in Nashville!"

"We are indeed, monkey," Leah chuckles in amusement, using her usual nickname for you since your well, a cheeky monkey.

The blonde also has another nickname though, menace, but that's usually referred to when you're being well, a typical little shit in her eyes.

So, most of the time... You guess.

You still to look around at the atmosphere in awe, "Whoa! This is so cool!" You whisper in awe, not actually believing you were here right now, "Like, I can't believe we're here-- It's so awesome, isn't it?" You turn to the blonde for her answer.

"I can see somebody's excited, huh?" Leahs' grandma, Berny chimes in as she watches you take it all in.

"Hey!" You gasp excitedly, spotting a girl nearby who just so happens to be wearing the same boots as you are, "That girls' got the same boots that I've got! We're totally matching!" You can't help but squeal.

"That's bound to happen here monkey," Leah remarks as she rests her hand on your shoulder and you sense that she's got something to say, "Listen, I know you're excited to be here, but I don't want you to be running off at all, alright?" She questions, knowing just what you're like.

"C'mon Le, I know that. I'm no idiot!" You dramatically whine.

"I didn't say that, but you know, sometimes you get distracted--" Leahs' words are cut short when you do in fact get distracted.

It's only a matter of seconds before it would happen.

"Look, they've got Churros!" You gesture over to a nearby van that's selling them and try to walk off in that direction.

"Ah, ah, no you don't," Leah's quick to yank hold of you by the back of your jumper, "See? This is exactly what I mean!" She states, firmly.

"But there's Churros, Le-- Churro's are life!" You all but insist, you couldn't get enough of the sugary treats.

"Don't even think about running off, menace!" The blonde is quick to warn you seeing that it looks like you're keen to bolt in that very minute, "I can see that look in your eye!" She adds.

However, the blondes' made the rookie error of letting go of you as they start to walk over to enter the arena where the music would be, at least the blonde still thinks you're following behind her.

Only for her to turn round and her eyes' widen when she realises you had not followed her at all, but went wandering off because of course, when there's Churros around... It's an easy decision to make.

So you bolted, running right in the direction for them without even second guessing it.

"Where the hell has she gone?!" Leahs' throwing her hands up in the air and looking fed up already, not even making it near the arena yet and you're already up to your old tricks, "I swear to god, I need to put a tracker on that girl!" She grumbles under her breath.

Both Berny and Jordan can't help but laugh, "You've got your hands full there, huh?" Her cousin jokes.

"Yeah, you're telling me," The blonde pinches the bridge of her nose, "I need to go find her, I'll be back." She huffs, very much not in the mood to deal with your antics.

And here Leah thought you will be tame tonight...

Ha, no.

"Good luck, love," Her grandma tells her, amusedly.

Leahs' shaking her head in annoyance, wandering through the various food vans' to get to where you where, currently being served the battered sweet treats, "There you are, menace! C'mere!" She states, annoyed.

You whip your head round and give the blonde a cheeky grin, "Le, look. Check out all the Churros I got! Do yer' want one?" You offer one out to the blonde, completely unaware of how peeved she is.

"What, no, I do not want one. What I want is for you to stop wander off," Leah looks at you in disbelief as she is quick to yank hold of the back of your jumper, "C'mon, now!" She states, firmly.

"Sooo, you don't want a Churro then?" You repeat the question, clearly not getting the idea of how annoyed Leah was, "Oh well, more for me then..." You shrug your shoulders and continue to shove it in your mouth.

Keeping a hold of you in one hand to not make the same mistake for you to run off again, Leah uses her other hand to rip the Churro out of your hand and toss it in a nearby bin, "You know you shouldn't be eatin' that many. You're going to get sick!" She tells you.

"But they're so good though!" You whine in protest.

Leah shakes her head, "No, no, that's enough of them. I'm not dealin' with you being sick. You know what you're like with that much sugar!" She states, firmly.

"COUNTRY GIRL, SHAKE IT FOR ME, GIRL," You sing along to the lyrics of the song that's currently being performed at the top of your lungs, having the best time of your life, "SHAKE IT FOR ME!"

If there was a table to stand on top of right now, your damn sure that you would be standing on it and pumping your fist in the air.

"Enjoyin' yourself there, monkey?" Leah glances at you and smiles, although slightly concerned for the impending sugar crash that's going to follow anytime soon.

"Hell yeah! I'm in my cowgirl era right now!" You scream in response, swaying to the music and continuing to live in the moment, "I never ever wanna leave this place!" You exclaim.

Leah laughs slightly and shakes her head, "Stay here, alright? I'm goin' to get some drinks-- Don't even think about moving!" She warns, following what happened earlier on when you went on an adventure for Churros.

"Ooo, drink. I want one!" You insist, whipping your head in the blondes' direction, "I'll take a vodka coke, please!" You declare.

"Sure, nice try. How about we hold the coke, eh?" Leah remarks, amusedly, "Legal age is 21 here, sorry, monkey." She pats you on your shoulder.

"Boo!" You huff in protest at the news, "C'mon, the rules don't have to apply to me!" You tell her.

Rules are there to be broken, right?

Definitely.

"Yes they do," Jordan chimes in.

"Pft, says who?" You scoff and roll your eyes at the older women. Your definitely not a rule follower most of the time, "Rules don't mean nothing to me."

"Me, because the rules really do apply in this case, monkey. I'm not being the one bailing you out of jail," Leah tells you, laughing in amusement.

You can't help but huff once more, "Meanie, complete meanie, Malfoy."

"I do not look like Malfoy!" The blonde exclaims.

"Yer you do, carbon copy of him," You remark cheekily, sticking your tongue out at her.

"You little-- I'll be back. Stay put here, don't even think about moving or I'll follow through with the threat of that tracker!" Leah warns, wagging her finger in front of your face, "Stay." She repeats.

"Woof," You reply to the blonde by barking, being completely, well, being completely you.

"Le? Pst, Le!" You not to gently nudge the blonde in the ribs as you start to get bored in the middle of a performance and want her attention, "Le... Leeeaaah!" You continue be that lovely irritating twerp that everyone seems to put up with.

"What?" Leah turns to face you confused, "What's up, monkey?" She questions.

"Hi," You can't help but snicker in amusement, just winding her up for the sake of it.

Mission success when you see the facial expression is unamused.

"Your such a pest sometimes," The blonde grumbles, shaking her head before she takes a swig of her drink.

You smirk and take the opportunity to be even more of a pest per say, "Malfoy's cranky." You murmur, just loud enough to still be heard.

Leah's head whips around in your direction, "I heard that, you little shit!"

"Language!" You gasp dramatically and widen your eyes, "You said a bad word!"

You feel a swat around the back of your head, "You're a menace sometimes."

"Le, love, don't hit the child," The blondes' grandma chides.

"She's not a child, she's a literal devil," Leah remarks, scoffing as she scowls at you as if to be cautious of your next move.

"Regardless, don't hit Y/N," The older women states.

You can't help but stick your tongue out at the blonde, "I win!" You exclaim, doing a little victory dance in your spot where your sat.

"I can ground you again, so be careful with your next move!" Leah warns, giving you a pointed luck.

Where's the fun in that?

You faux hurt and rest your hand on your chest, "Who, me? I didn't do out. You can't prove anything," You play innocent in front of Leah's family members.

"I was right, you really are a devil sometimes!" Leah murmurs, shaking her head in disbelief, "A complete menace to society."

"Yeah, but you still keep me around, right?" You can't help but grin cockily, letting out a sudden squeal when you feel an arm wrap around your neck and pull you down slightly, "Agh! Lemme go, lemme go!" You whine in protest.

Soon enough the wave of the sugar rush soon turns into a sugar crash.

Eating a bunch Churros was really, really not a good idea.

Although they were too good to not eat, so definitely worth it at the time in your opinion.

However, now, it is a completely different story now your energy is starting to wear off.

The state being where you somehow manage to slump off your chair down to the floor and curl yourself into a ball on the ground in front of Leah and her family.

You just want to get comfy, and the ground seems acceptable.

No judgement here, alright?

Leah's a bit drunk from the alcohol but seeing you in the way that you are and shes' sobering up pretty quick, "Monkey, what an earth are you doin'?"

"I'm tired," You murmur in half asleep state, finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

Leah exhales a sigh and shakes her head, "Why don't you come back up here and sleep on the chair, like a normal person?" She suggests.

You barely are shaking your head in response due to the tiredness, "No thanks, I'm comfy here."

"That can't possibly be comfy though?" The blonde continues to look at you in disbelief.

Jordan can't help but look over at the chaos and chuckle slightly, "Are you okay, kid?" She asks.

"M' tired and the grounds comfortable," Your voice is just loud enough to be heard, as your eyes flutter shut as your just content enough to listen to the music, "Night night."

"Monkey, come on. The grounds dirty and cold, get up please," Leah looks at you in bewilderment, trying to get you up of the floor where's there no doubt several amount of things you definitely shouldn't be lying in, "Monkey, come on. Up here." She repeats.

There's not much response from you, because somehow bizarrely, you have managed to get curl yourself up in a ball and fall fast asleep.

The soft snores are a dead giveaway that you are indeed out cold.

"Is she... Is she really asleep?" Jordan looks completely baffled.

Berny peers over at you and chuckles, "It appears she is."

"Monkey can sleep anywhere. I've never seen her fall asleep in the middle of a festival though," Leah snorts in amusement, before she takes pity on you and moves off her seat to crouch down and gently scoop you up into her arms, settling back onto her seat with you nestled against her.

It takes a few minutes before you shift in your sleep, burying your face in the blondes' neck and letting out soft snores, which make all 3 women smile in amazement.

"Shes' out for the count so it seems," Leah murmurs, swaying to the beat of the music and softly patting your back to allow you to still stay asleep for the rest of the concert, "Hopefully she can make it all the way through the acts tomorrow before she sleeps." She jokes.

Another day in Nashville, a whole lot more for you to see.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[h-170]

gurl ur writing skills are wow :0

im literally a WHORE for sakura so can i plz request a sakura fluff-smut? so basically reader and sakura are like professional partners (reader is a producer and sakura is sakura obviously) but they are close ASF and it's all lovey-dovey until sakura asks for advice to confess and WABAM wild sex bc why not :3

can i be ⭐ anon? thx! take ur timeeee

THANK YOU SO MUCH :D

its been two fics and ive been getting so many conpliments<33

and ofc you can be ⭐ anon!! we alr got an anon yippiiii

anyways lets start

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“Saki’s producer”

g!p Sakura Miyawaki x female reader

Fluff & smut + ¼ of depressed reader and Sakura

Making out

Unprotected sex

Overstimulation

Mention of almost getting hit by a car

Mention of getting hit by a car

Mention of death

Indirect mention of suicide

Mention of masturbation

kkura has a big dick :3

‼️NOT proofread‼️

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Gosh, this is exhausting.

Being a producer isn't the best job when you are constantly busy with your personal life, having no one to talk to, always running late for your meetings and other reunions with staff...

But what was the thing that kept you going?

Sakura, obviously.

Okay, okay, the other members are really nice too but Sakura's a different case. Like, an entirely different case.

Every member has a personal producer, (other than the ten thousand they have), and luckily enough, you were paired with Sakura. You thought at first it was probably gonna be awkward since you guys lost connection before meeting back again in LE SSERAFIM, but it wasn't, at least for Sakura.

You two got along very well and very quickly, catching up with everything that happened; good and bad. But there was one bad thing you didn't tell Sakura, and wasn't planning on doing so, but little did you know she was going to discover it later on.

Sakura had a very busy schedule, just like you, and you had to help her with her lessons, obviously, so you decided to stick to late-night practicing sessions, just you and her, no one else. It was kind of romantic if you think about it, but no, you couldn't think about it, this relationship is supposed to be professional.

Then one night, after everyone left, you found Sakura already waiting for you in the room, headphones on and everything. You smile and she smiles back, but there was something about her that was off tonight. However, you brush it off. You sit down on the desk between many and put your stuff there. You look up at her, still with the smile on your face.

"So, ready?" you ask her.

"Yeah..." she replies, a bit unsure.

"O-kay, so let's start from the beginning, yeah?"

"Okay."

She puts her glasses on and looks at the screen in front of her where the lyrics were written, holding her stylus tightly. She sighs, takes a deep breath and starts singing.

You listen to her carefully, preparing yourself to note anything down if needed. As you listened, you couldn't help but feel your heart beat slightly faster; her voice was something you could always recognize, and something you could always listen to.

But then, she stops, a groan escaping her which snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Sakura?"

She looks at you, silent. She sighs again.

"I'm not satisfied with how this is turning out..."

"What are you talking about?"

You hear her dropping her stylus on the desk, watching her disappear behind the desk as she flops back on her chair.

"My voice sounds horrible, Y/N, I don't know what to do. It's exhausting, it's tiring, it's..."

She trails off as she turns to her left, looking at you as you stand there. You take a few steps and rest yourself back against her desk, facing her.

"I don't think your voice is bad."

"Key word: 'Think'. It IS horrible, I just think I should quit-"

"Sakura, what am I here for?"

She looks up, slightly hesitant.

"Let me rephrase that: What am I or... What is my role in this company?"

"A producer..."

"Okay, and what do producers do?"

She pauses, knowing what you were going to say anyway. She chuckles and smiles, that smile making your cheeks burn.

"I know... But I just... It's hard."

"I know it's hard, but I'm here to help you. All the other producers are here for you."

Sakura stands up, facing you, then pulls you into a warm hug. You flinch a bit but immediately hug her back.

"Maybe I'm overreacting... Sorry."

"You're not, it's okay. It's okay to be scared, but you shouldn't let that affect you in a way to stop doing what you love."

She nodded, pulling away, even though she did want it to last longer, but she didn't want you to think she's super clingy.

"So... Again?"

"Yeah... Yeah, let's do it."

"That's the spirit, Kkura."

With a thumbs up and a wink, you return to your seat. But Sakura was still not present.

Kkura, gosh, it sounded so beautiful coming from you.

She pushes these thoughts aside and you two get back to work.

Two hours passed, and it was midnight now. You pack your stuff up and stand, stretching your arms above your head. Now (ahem) your black top slides up, revealing your abs... And Sakura couldn't help but stare (😭). She immediately turns away though, afraid that this might give her a few thoughts...

"Okay, let's go."

"U-Uhm, yeah..."

You two start walking in the hallways, then you remembered something.

"Hey, isn't your house far from here?"

"Kind of..."

"How about you stay at mine? We can have a girls' night!"

Sakura liked the idea, so she nodded with a smile. She adjusts her cap so nobody recognizes her and heads home alongside you. You walked, talked, laughed, your voices echoing in the busy streets. After a while, you point at a building on the other side of the road, saying this is your apartment. Sakura nods and you look on both sides of the road, then walk first. That road was so long... It was also dangerous. Sakura followed you, but then...

"Y/N! WATCH OUT!"

You look back quickly just to see Sakura running towards you and pushing you aside, both of you falling on the sidewalk, your eyes watching the car speed by with a police car right after it. She stands up, taking your arm and trying to lift you up.

"Y/N, are you okay? Y/N? Y/N!"

But you couldn't respond, your brain still processing that you were almost going to get hit by a car. Sakura didn't know that THAT was your worst trauma; after your father got hit by a car just to save you, your mother never recovered from it. She didn't try to put the blame on you, in fact, she tried to take care of you on her own, but the pain was too much for her to handle. The next morning you woke up to a letter on your bedside table. It was an apology. She... left this world. Your aunt then took care of you, and you were never the same.

Sakura didn't know that.

But were you gonna tell her?

"Y/N... Come on, you're okay, let's go home before it starts raining..."

You snap back to reality, getting up with effort. Your eyes were still wide with shock and disbelief, making Sakura slightly suspicious as this incident hurt you more than it should have.

"Right..."

You turn and walk towards the building, entering your apartment. It was completely silent, no words were exchanged either. As you settle down and put your stuff away, change your clothes and everything, you break the silence by joining Sakura in the living room with a t-shirt and shorts of your own.

"Here, this is for you."

Sakura blushes slightly and smiles, getting up and taking them from you.

"Thank you. I'll be back, give me a minute."

You nod and sit down on the couch, still thinking about what happened. By the time Sakura got back, you made up your mind; you were gonna tell her. You call her name and explain everything, and she listens carefully without saying a word. Eventually, when you were done, your eyes were filled with unshed tears, and you were doing a great job at holding them back, but the second she put her hand on your shoulder comfortingly, you just burst out crying, your face in your hand as you sob uncontrollably. She pulls you onto her lap, hugging you so tightly, shielding you from the evil outside world.

"Shh... It's okay, Y/N, it's okay..."

"I...I...I... just w-wish I could b-bring them back..."

Her heart clenches as she sees how sad you were. She never saw you like this. You were always so optimistic and teasing and... Happy. But she never knew you were carrying all that weight behind a smile, and she felt guilty not to notice.

You stay like that for a while, just crying and nothing else, until eventually you both fall asleep due to exhaustion.

[...]

The next morning, there was a delicious smell that woke you up from your sleep. You rub your eyes and sit up, your eyes locked on Sakura, who just finished cooking eggs. She smiles warmly at you and places two plates on the counter.

"Good morning."

"Good morning..."

"I made breakfast. I didn't know what to make at first so I cooked some eggs, hope you didn't need them for anything..."

"No, it's fine. Thank you."

You leave the room to do your routine in the bathroom, making Sakura eat on her own for a moment. You come back, sitting next to her as she almost finished her plate. You hum in approval at the first bite, taking another, and a third, stuffing your mouth with the delicious food given to you. Sakura laughs, watching you.

"Is it really that good?"

"Mhm."

What a nice morning, right?

After all that, you get ready and go back to work, preparing for your next session later.

Day after day, your relationship grew stronger, and your feelings for each other even more. But who was bothered the most? You thought it was you but, actually, it was Sakura.

After that day when she saved you and discovered your past, she couldn't help but think about it and how much you went through, as well as how strong and independent you are, all your goods and all your flaws, literally analyzing you. But it was too much to bear. She was going to explode soon...

Later on a sunny day, she invited Chaewon and Eunchae to her place, going to open a conversation she never thought she would have.

"Ding-dong!"

"Coming!"

Sakura opens the door, revealing a very excited Eunchae and a confident Chaewon (as always). They all settle down and Chaewon turns to her unnie.

"So..."

"Before all this, anyone hungry?"

They both shake their heads with a smile. Sakura takes a deep breath, calming herself down.

"This is... About Y/N."

"Huh, weird. What about it, Kkura-unnie?"

"You see, Chaewon, I'm just going to go straight to the point; I'm in love with Y/N."

Chaewon doesn't seem too surprised, but Eunchae however squeals in excitement.

"Really?!"

"Yes... And I need advice. Please?"

Chaewon smirks.

"I have an idea..."

[...]

Sunday night, last day of the week. You and Sakura normally don't work, but she asked you for a late-night practicing session. Just once because she told you it was important. But this time, it was different. This time, the tension was thick.

You enter the room and Sakura is already there. However, she didn't have her headphones on, her stylus wasn't between her fingers, and the screen wasn't even on. There was just a nervous Sakura, standing before you.

You smile, putting your stuff on the floor.

"Hey."

"Hey..."

Before you could do anything else, she calls you over.

"Could you come here for a minute?"

You comply, walking towards her and behind the desk. You place one hand on it to support your weight, the other one on your hip.

"So..."

"Ahem..."

She clears her throat and faces you. You take a moment to look at her, seeing that she dressed up nicer than last time, and the one before, and also the one before... The pieces sticking together in your head. Her nice clothes, the requested session, her unusual behaviour... It was all clear; Sakura wanted something from you.

"Y/N, I hope I didn't bother you by asking you to come here so late, and on a day off..."

"It's alright, but is everything okay? You seem off."

"The thing is... I didn't exactly call you to practice."

You pause, processing her words, but there was no sign of annoyance in your voice, rather understanding and a crumb of confusion.

"What did you call me for, then, Kkura?"

My God, please stop calling me that. Actually, no don't stop...- She sighs, maintaining her composure.

"I have to talk to you."

"...go on."

She looks away for a moment.

"I'm going to be honest with you. Y/N, you're a great person, and I've always admired you for who you are."

"...That's..."

"You don't have to say anything, but please hear me out."

You nod as she turns to you.

"Y/N, I... Really don't want to ruin things between us, as well as I don't know how to stop my selfishness for having you all to myself all the time."

"What do you mean...?"

"You see... I had a hard time finding out what I was feeling all this time. You made me suffer. A lot."

You feel guilty, unsure of why you are feeling this way. Suffer?

"I have developed feelings for you over time. Maybe not when we were young back then, but now... I suppose... I'm not sure, but either way, I do like you."

You stay silent, eyes widen and rosy cheeks. You look at Sakura's embarrassed figure, her hands held tightly together as she talks. You swallow, and you can't help but smile.

"You know... I'm not good with words, but..."

"What is it?"

"I like you too."

"...wha-"

She cuts herself off by rubbing her eyes with one hand.

"Sorry, I'm kind of sleepy-"

"I like you."

The second time you said it made it more sincere, and she smiled uncontrollably, looking away with flushed cheeks.

"Was that what you called me for?"

"Yeah... Sorry, I should've just texted you or something."

"But I can't do this if you just confessed by text or call."

She turns to look at you, unsure what you define as 'this', but she very quickly discovers what it means. With a gentle tug on her wrist, you pull her close and you find yourself closing the gap between you and your crush with a kiss. It wasn't rough or passionate, it was all gentle and soft, also short.

"It's hard to believe you've never kissed someone, Kkura."

"I'd say the same to you."

You both giggle before kissing again, pinning Sakura against the wall as she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. Your bodies were glued together, and none of you were willing to let go. Both of you were kissing loudly, the sound of your wet lips filling the room even more than your moans.

There were so many things going on at once; your mouths locked together, your lips getting soaked, your tongues getting sucked in and doing a wrestling match, drooling all over yourselves, not even caring about the mess, then your hands roaming everywhere.

It was crazy, but it felt so good, so right. Even if both of you were breathless, you didn't stop, you couldn't stop. Never in your life did you think that your dream of making out with Sakura will come true, but here you were.

But, wait a minute...

You pull back, wiping your drool with the back of your hand before looking down, and- Oh...

"Y/N- I can explain..."

"You... Have a dick?"

The way you made it sound was so hot, Sakura's dick twitched against your core. Gosh, that felt good.

"So, are you planning on putting that cock to work?"

Sakura's eyes widened as she sees you weren't bothered, yet in fact impatient to see Sakura use her cock on you. Or it would probably be best to say in you. She smirks darkly.

"Well, I mean... You aren't going to leave me with a raging boner, right?"

You chuckle, and you both know what to do. Giving her a large trenchcoat from the staff closet, you both run out, knowing exactly where to go.

[...]

The door busts open and you drag Sakura inside, closing the door shut without even locking it. Sakura doesn't even wait for you; running upstairs to your bedroom as if someone was chasing her to murder her.

You follow her next, closing the door behind you as you lean back against it, giving Sakura a smirk.

"You always boss me around, Y/N. Now, it's my turn."

She charges at you, literally ripping your clothes off as you watch them fall to the floor. In less than a minute, you were already naked and ready to be completely destroyed by your now-girlfriend. You give her a peck on the lips teasingly and walk towards the bed, sitting on the edge. In a flash, she takes off her clothes as well, and you see her hard cock flopping before you.

That thing was at least 6 inches, already dripping with precum and swinging back and forth with every step Sakura took towards you.

"Like what you see? Very big, huh?"

"Very. Now... Enough chitchat and shove that dick inside me already."

You crawl back until your back hits the headboard, watching as Sakura crawls towards you menacingly (in a hot way). As soon as she spreads your legs, she raises an eyebrow.

"Hm, why's it gaping a bit?"

"Hah, funny, but... Let's just say I finger myself a bit..."

You blush in embarrassment as you answer, making Sakura smirk even more.

"Thinking about me, I hope."

"You have no idea."

"I gotta admit, I get myself off just by watching you dance."

"Damn, really?"

"Yeah, so that means I can go fast, right?"

"Oh yeah, fuck me hard."

"Good, because I don't think I can hold myself back when I see how delicious your pussy looks."

You couldn't help but clench around nothing because of her words, she saw that, and she likes that. Her juicy tip pushes inside you, your only response being the action of arching your back.

"Oh my God..."

"Thank goodness you're not tight, I can fuck you with ease."

Her thrusts don't start slow, but fast, making you grunt at how good it feels. You were already so wet, helping Sakura pump in and out of you. You grind back against her dick, desperate to keep her deep inside you. Her balls slap against your ass cheeks with every thrust, the sound is literally music to your ears.

"Hah~ Hah~ Ugh~"

"Yeah, good girl, uh-huh~"

"Ugh- Fuck...~"

You LITERALLY hold her hips and force her deeper, spreading your legs even wider as she fucks you. Your pussy lips meet her pelvis so many times, smearing slick all over it and making a mess.

"You're so deep~"

"That's what you wanted from me, no?~"

"F-Fuck yes!~"

She places her hand down on your stomach, then goes lower and lower, eventually presses down on that spot right above your pussy, making you cum hard.

"Ah! Ah!~ AH!~"

Your body squirms violently on the bed, forcing Sakura to hold you in place.

"You're so cute~"

"F-F... Ugh!~ Again! Again!~"

Sakura speeds up, hitting even deeper places. You feel the heat building up inside you again, then leaves, cumming again. She overstimulates you again. And again. Damn, how many times?

"I'm gonna cum soon, pretty."

She literally starts fucking you so hard, you feel numb, and then for the moment you've been craving all your life; she buries herself as deep as she could inside you and then she cums hard. Thick ropes of cum filling you up, her hot semen making you feel all warm and somewhat safe.

"Hah...~"

Her sigh was probably the most beautiful (and sinful) thing you've ever heard, and when she starts stirring the cum inside your stuffed pussy with gentle thrusts, you couldn't help but moan in satisfaction.

"Finally..."

"I've been waiting forever..."

"Mm... Feels so good..."

"Very good..."

She caresses your stomach, then finally pulls out, watching cum flowing out of you while your gaping hole is connected with the tip of your lover's cock by a thick string of cum. You spread your arms, inviting her for a hug, both of you snuggling close.

"Thank you. So much, Kkura..."

"Thank you... I love you."

"I love you more~"

✩₊˚.⋆☾ ✩₊˚.⋆☾ ✩₊˚.⋆☾ ✩₊˚.⋆☾ ✩₊˚.⋆☾ ✩₊˚.⋆☾ ✩₊˚.⋆

THIS IS SO LONG (tolerate me pls)

[small-sinclair]

Rings and Keeps

@fluffy-little-demon and @sketchy-rosewitch, I give you, your husband—

Bo Sinclair x reader

“Are you sure you haven’t seen him in the shop?”

“Sorry, y/n,” Lester said over the phone. “Haven’t seen Bo all day. Promise.”

You sighed tiredly and said, “Okay, Les. Call back if you hear from him.” You hung up and looked nervously at the front door again. It’s not like your fiancé to up and leave Ambrose without telling anyone, let alone, not tell you. So, why’d he left? What made him up and leave?

Is he getting milk and cigarettes like my dad did? You thought jokingly to yourself, but that didn’t help you at all.

Still, dinner had to be finished and put away. You didn’t want to eat without him, and you felt too nervous with him gone. So, you started pacing to keep your mind off things. Back and forth in the house you tried to keep your thoughts on something else. Baseball. Football. Weather. Vincent. Lester and his raccoon army (don’t tell the twins). Bo’s ass— but noting. You flopped down on the couch and hugged a throw pillow as you looked at the door.

Maybe he doesn’t love me? Maybe he up and left to figure out the best way to kill me?

“No, don’t think about that,” you told yourself in a whisper. “Bo’s fine. He might be getting something.”

When 10:30 struck on the clock, Bo’s truck lights lit up the front of the living room, but you were already asleep, cuddling Bo’s sweatshirt, when he walked in the house. He bit his lower lip nervously as his eyes found you sleeping on the sofa. Quietly, he took off his jacket and hung his hat next to a picture him and you, where he’s hugging you from behind and your laughing in the summer’s glow. Vincent took this gem and had it framed next to his hook on purpose, but Bo’s not one for complaining. It just reminds him what his aching arms are for when he comes home to you, to his beloved.

He kneels in front of you and kisses you gently to wake you up. “Sweetheart,” he drawled tiredly. “‘M home.”

He watched your sleepy eyes flutter open as he thumbed your cheek. “Bo? Where have you been?” Your voice is so soft and tired it reminds him of a kitten.

“Was gettin’ somethin’,” he hummed.

“What?”

“Gimme your right hand.”

You do as your told and showed him your hand. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a little black box. Your eyes brighten as he slipped on a simple silver ring with a small white diamond in the center. “It ain’t much,” he started, “but I thought ya need somethin’ better than ‘at paper ring.”

“Bo,” you sigh, getting a better look at it. “You didn’t—“

“Hush,” he said. “I wanna do something right for ya. So, I, well…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I sold the ‘86 Dodge.”

“But,” you sat up and held his cheeks. He rested into your touch and closed his eyes. “But that’s your baby!”

He shrugs. “I know, y/n, I know, but,” he kissed your palm, “I wanna to do something good for you. Somethin’ right.” He leaned back and took your hands. “I wanna to give ya somethin’ better than Mama’s ring. Shit,” he eyes shines as he looks up to meet your eyes, “when I saw ya looking at that ring the other day, I knew I had to get it for ya because…” his voice trails as his head fell. “I’m afraid to lose you. I have so much blood on my hands, so how? How can you even stand me? Let alone, love me?” You’ve never heard him talk like this before, and this side of trust was so valuable that you felt like he was glass waiting to shatter. “Just wanted to do something right for once.”

Your shoulders fell, and you pulled Bo into your chest, rubbing his back. “That’s why you’ve been nervous lately,” you sighed. “Beauregard, I love you no matter how bloody your hands get.” You curled your fingers through his hair. “And I love this ring because you got it for me.” You lifted his head and kisses his lips. “You never have to worry about me not loving you. I’ll always love you.”

Bo smiles and lays a kiss on your neck. “Even if I lose control?”

“Even if you lose control,” you reassured. Then your face turned serious. “But, promise me one thing?”

“Anything, y/n.”

You looked at him dead in the eye and said, “Don’t sell the T-Bird? I love that car.”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Promise, darlin’. I’m keeping that like I’m keeping you.” He placed a passionate kiss on your lips, rocking into you. “Now, on t’bed, sugar,” his voice rumbled like thunder in his chest, “been missing you all day.” He pulls you up and carries you bridal style. “Lemme make up for leavin’ ya alone like that.”

[opertabry]

wrong number smau ➝ from bts??

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 1 ➝ from bts??

jimin threw her phone into her bed when she heard another text shoot through.

“can this asshole just stop texting me?” jimin grumbled frustratedly, flopping on her bed and burrowing her head into her pillow.

minjeong, who was growing tired of hearing her leader’s complaints, pokes her head into her room, glancing over at jimin. “well, you do know you can block them if you’re really that bothered right..?”

jimin strains her head to look at minjeong (who was visibly amused, despite being the tiniest bit annoyed), making sure to send her the dirtiest glare she can muster before scoffing and letting her head fall back to the pillow. she waits until she hears minjeong’s footsteps reach her own room before she lets out another long groan. her head perks up when she hears the vibration of her phone, oh great she was getting a call.

she pushed herself up, fumbling to grab her phone, when she grabs it she looks at the ID and narrows her eyes.

“this ass is resorting to calling me now?” she mumbles to herself, glaring at her phone intently.

her finger hovered over the decline button, but she stops and considers; well, she could give whoever was bothering her a piece of her mind, she would feel a lot better.. right? right, she decides. she exhales a deep breath before answering and immediately yelling into the phone.

“listen up, i don’t care who you are, who you work for, whatever! stop. texting. me.”

“hello, wow. well aren’t you a sweetheart? hm, but you don’t sound like ryujin.”

jimin froze. ryujin? “are you high? of course i dont sound like ryujin! how would you know anyways?”

“oh. well i met her like today, wanted to be friends and asked for her number. hoping to, you know, get to know her. i came back and i texted, called. and now i’m here talking to you. isn’t this just my lucky day?” sarcasm dripped in your voice, your mouth felt sour when you realised that ryujin just gave some stranger’s number to you.

“you wanted to be friends with.. wait who the fuck are you?”

“well since you can’t find it in yourself to be polite, i will. nice to meet you, i’m kim y/n from le sserafim.” hearing those words ringing through her ears, jimin’s jaw slacks open. hurriedly, she ends the call and throws her phone to the end of her bed, yet again. she runs a hand through her hair, a thousand thoughts running through her mind, but only one stayed;

what the fuck was happening?

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[secretninjadonut]

| Midnight Snacks |

Miyawaki Sakura x fem reader

Fluff

It was Midnight and the Le sserafim dorm was quiet, everyone asleep and all that could be heard was the wind from outside.That was until you decided you were hungry 😭.

So here you were with your hair messy and an empty stomach as you sat up in bed, you quickly went to fix your hair then tip toed to the kitchen in order to not get caught and scolded by your hot headed leader.

You quickly went to the fridge and opened the freezer to get out a chocolate magnum you had hid from Eunchae. Opening it and stuffing it in your mouth humming, your humming quickly stopped after the fridge had slammed loudly and fear filling your senses, you stopped everything and listened if anyone was coming down and to your suprise there was nothing so you sighed in relief.

That was until you sat on the counter eating your ice cream then saw a certain blue haired girl open the kitchen door looking up at you on the counter in confusion, you stared at her with wide doe eyes and simply said “Sakura Unnie I’m so sorry did I wake you up?” she softly shook her head and asked “Are you hungry Y/N-ah? Why are you up so late eating ice cream” your heart swelled at her worry and you said “Yeah I got a bit hungry because I woke up like half an hour ago” she nodded and got a pot out as you stared at her in confusion and asked “what are you doing Unnie?” with her simple response of “making you Ramyeon” you got flustered and blushed rambling about how she didn’t have to and you were fine while she just shook her head and kept on cooking.

After she finished cooking you quickly set the table and kept on saying “Thank you Unnie! I’ll make sure to buy you some yummy food” she just responds with “it’s fine Y/N/N” you guys end up eating together and talking for an hour before you grow tired again and you still want to talk to her so you ask innocently “Unnie can I sleep with you tonight?” Sakura has a dirty mind but she knew what you meant so she just nodded and you walk with her to her room and cuddle up to her as she sits down on her bed.

She smiled and said “Y/N/N let’s at least lay down hm?” and your response was just a lazy nod as you flopped down on her bed with her laying next to you, you cuddled up to her side and wrapped your arms around her neck when she turned over to look at you and had her arms wrapped around your waist as she hummed in content and let you rest your head on her shoulder as you fell asleep. Sakura was petting your hair and felt you fall asleep on her while she was smiling like an idiot when she felt your legs wrap around her waist.

✨Bonus✨

In the morning you woke up and was lying on top of Sakura with your head on her chest and legs around her waist with your arms wrapped around her upper body and her arms were snaked around your waist tightly not letting you go or move.

You looked up at her while she smiled down at you warmly and rubbed your sides comfortingly. You asked her “Unnie don’t we have to get up now?” slightly flustered and pink when you felt her hands graze your bare back but loved her warmth and you perked up when you heard her respond with “No Darling I spoke to Manager Oppa and he said that our schedules can start at 2” you turned your head to the alarm clock next to you that read “09:32”.

You looked at her lovingly and slightly red at the nickname she used and you mumbled “your such a flirt sometimes” as you nuzzled into her neck while her goofy smile was on her face with a response of “You love it tho baby”.

[star-writes-sometimes]

insomnia, tea and clockwork oranges

tangerine x reader

word count: 1.3k

cw: swearing, reader uses some british slang, bad clockwork orange references, mentions of sexual stuff, mentions of drugs, tangerine being a therapy friend, is it ooc? maybe but i don't care

a/n: i kind of hate this but i'm only halfway through the other tangerine fic im writing

---—---

you were exhausted.

the mission was exhausting but you had finally completed it. working with the twins always went well but they were tiring after a while.

you couldn't sleep though. days of running on adrenaline and wishing you were home in your bed and now that you could finally crash in the house you all rented for the night and you were wide awake.

you gave up on your miserable attempt on counting sheep and decided to exit your small room for the night and go make yourself some tea.

you walked into the kitchen and found the kettle, mugs, teabags and sugar and started boiling the water.

"can't sleep either?"

"jesus fucking christ." you held your hand over your heart as you turned around and faced the living room adjacent to the kitchen. tangerine was still awake, sitting on the couch holding a book. "you scared the shit out of me."

he smirked as he looked you up and down, "sorry love, i didn't think anyone would still be awake." 

"neither did i," you moved to start preparing your cup now that your heart rate had calmed down, "you want a cuppa?"

"sure."

"sugar? milk?" you moved to grab another mug.

"nah."

you scrunched up your nose in surprise, "really? that's fuckin' gross."

"whaddya mean gross? it's classic."

"disgusting."

"the best way to have tea."

"without milk and sugar, it isn't tea, it's leaf soup."

"leaf soup? the fuck you talkin' 'bout darlin'" 

the kettle flicking off interrupted the response on the edge of your tongue and instead you moved over to pour the hot water. you silently finished making the cups of tea, ignoring the feeling of tangerine's gaze on you.

once done you moved over to the living room and placed both mugs on the coffee table before flopping down next to tangerine on the couch. you adjusted so you were sat crossed legged, close enough to tangerine for your knees to knock against each other.

you reached over and grabbed your drink, blowing on it slightly and taking a sip, "why are you still awake."

he shrugged slightly and reached for his own mug, "post kill adrenaline i guess. what about you?"

"i had to sell the sheep i usually count to feed my pet orphans." you joked as your eyes wandered to the book he placed on the table, "you were reading."

"yeah what's wrong with that?" he bit back quickly and defensively.

"fucking hell, chill out dude," you giggled slightly at his defensiveness, "i guess i just never pictured you reading. i mean i know you're well read and all but reading is a relaxing activity and i've never seen you relaxed." 

"oh." his eyebrows knitted in confusion at your small rant.

"so what book are you reading?"

"a clockwork orange."

you can't help but snort, "never mind that explains it."

as quick as it left his defensiveness returned, "explains what?"

"you don't relax while reading a clockwork orange. it's a good book and all but it ain't relaxing."

"you've read a clockwork orange?"

"of course. brainwashing, rape, murder, violence, reminds me of our lives except more dramatic. and i don't get my drugs from milk. and classical music doesn't make me cum."

he laughed at that, "you get off other places do you love?"

"oh yeah screamo music or the teletubbies theme are the only songs i use to get off." you responded with mock seriousness.

he smiled again, "personally i prefer black metal." he matched your tone, and you returned his grin, "if you don't read this shit what do you read?"

"porn." you smirk at him.

his smiles drops slightly, "you do that a lot y'know."

"what? read porn? darn i thought i hid it so well."

"no," he rolled his eyes, "the joking. you always do it to avoid things that make you uncomfortable."

it was your turn to get defensive, "i'm sorry?"

"lemon pointed it out a few days ago, i hadn't really noticed before he said it actually but it's true."

"i do not."

"why can't you sleep."

you had to swallow the sarcastic comment that instinctively wanted to claw its way out, "i dunno, left over adrenaline or whatever shit you said."

"you're lying." he said simply and moved to place his half empty mug back on the table next to the worn copy of clockwork orange.

"so? why do you care?" you copied his actions placing your own almost empty drink back down.

he moved his hand so it was on your knee and started tracing small, comforting circles. he used his other hand to grab your jaw, forcing eye contact, "i don't know much 'bout personalities and all that shit that's lemons stuff."

"yes i realised that when i encountered your own unlikeable personality."

his eyes narrowed slightly but he otherwise ignored your snark, "but you seem to be avoiding vulnerability, love."

you pulled away from him. moving your knee away and pulling your face away from his large hand, "no 'm not."

tangerine didn't respond. he simply kept looking at you, like he could see your resolve crumbling, "you don't have to tell me but i don't enjoy being lied to."

you couldn't believe you were considering talking to him about feelings. sure, you were close, you'd been on countless missions together and trusted him completely but this? 

he didn't say anything further but he did replace his hand on your knee continuing rubbing his thumb.

fuck you hated him at the moment.

"i don't feel safe."

he didn't say anything, didn't even falter his movements, just looked at you and waited for you to continue.

"i get nightmares and paranoid after all the fuckin' shit you see in this job." you look down, not liking his eye contact, "i don't feel safe tryin' to sleep."

much to your relief he spoke again, "do you trust me?"

your eyes knitted together in confusion, "yeah tan 'f course."

"lay down."

"what?"

he shuffled closer to the armrest, "you can't sleep. neither can i. so just lay down and relax and we'll stay up together." he pat his lap and looked at you expectantly.

"yeah, okay whatever." you breathed out and shuffled around until you were laying comfortably with your head in his lap and your legs curled up on the couch.

he started running his hand through your hair, smoothing it away from your face, "what’s it going to be then, eh?"

you can't help but smile up at him, "an unlimited supply of milk laced with ecstasy and classical music so good it makes me horny and violent?"

"don't think we'd be able to do all that tonight love."

"oh well i can settle for two weeks straight of horribly gory murder movies."

"yes but you'd have to be violently ill while doing so."

"i think if i got conditioned to hate violence i'd be out of a job."

"well, we can't have that."

"yeah. you'd miss me too much." you couldn't fight the yawn that crept up on you.

tangerine's other hand came down to rest on your cheek, his big hand almost covering your face, "tired, darlin'?"

you froze looking up and glaring, "how'd you do that are you a witch?"

"it's a secret, don't fight it just tell me more about your life as a droog."

"i don't think i'd be a droog."

"no?"

"nah i'd be one of the coppers they seem to have more fun."

"if you were a copper your job would be catching me."

"you wouldn't stand a chance."

"i think i’d be able to evade you for a while."

"nope." you unconsciously wiggled closer into him and yawned again, "what we should do is team up."

"oh yeah?"

"yeah, you snitch on your enemies and i arrest them. win, win scenario."

"how do i know you won't turn against me?"

"i like you too much." your eyes slowly closed, and you finally started sleeping.

tangerine smiled down at you, "yeah, i like you a lot too."

---—---

[theninthdoor]

I wonder if gg 4gen feel rivalry between them Since there re many successful songs in 4gen by 4gen .

What is opinions of gidle,ive,itzy,Newjeans,Aespa and lesserafim about that?please can you did detail reading about itzy opinions since they fall off in their success...

(G)I-dle || page of cups rx, two of swords, king of swords rx: They feel like the industry is oversatured right now, and a lot of good stuff keeps being ignored and/or overlooked because the public's attention is glued to only a specific few groups/idols. They trust that their fans will keep on supporting and promoting them, so they will never have to worry with flopping or not being given the proper recognition for their hard work.

IVE || ten of pentacles rx, knight of pentacles, knight of cups: Again, because there are so many ggs trying to fill the same Nº1 spot right now, the members feel like they are being forced to take smaller steps - instead of going all out; giving their all. Even though they love what they do, this kinda takes away a lot of their motivation and ambition. I keep hearing "your time will come, just be patient", which I think is something the company might tell them a lot. Some are already very frustrated because it just feels like their time to shine never actually comes; still, they keep moving, holding on to whatever hope they have left.

NewJeans || ten of cups, nine of pentacles, the hermit: On one hand, they know they have nothing to worry about because their company has all of the resources to keep backing them up and make sure they have a spotlight on them whenever they need. I see some members being actually quite shocked at how much money they have made so far, plus all of the opportunities they have, each and collectively, been getting. On the other hand, though, some might already feel like this is becoming too much and they wish they could slow the train down and spend some more time enjoying their youth and personal lives.

aespa || the world, the empress, eight of wands: This rivarly actually motivates them. It pushes them to better themselves and their skills, to step on that stage and really leave their mark, to make the 'aespa' name stand out. Plus, I also see some (if not all) of them being true fans of the others groups, which definitely weakens the competition aspect of it all. And, of course, they come from a major company… it's not like they will likely ever run out of resources or attention.

Le Sserafim || the magician, two of cups, four of wands: Le Sserafim actually read as the most determined to secure their spot at the top. Besides them being very ambitious on their own, I also feel like their company puts a ton of pressure on them to do well and stay relevant. Even with that, they don't see the other ggs solely as their rivals; they are all on the same boat, in a way, so there's no point in having bad feelings towards anybody.

Itzy || the chariot, three of swords, the tower: I get the feeling that ITZY, collectively, think they are being left behind. The company isn't being ambitious enough with them; they're not making enough of an effort to have them fit in with the others - the members, themselves, have to figure out ways to do that. Also, it's like everyone has upgrated their sound and image, except them, you know? JYPE is keeing them stuck in the good ol' JYP bubble. Still, they haven't given up, even though they are extremely tired and uninspired. Their resilience and passion are absolute unmatched!

(Disclaimer: All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only. Based on current energies.)

[wren-is-a-wreck]

I’m back with part 3 of Is Now a Bad Time?, by popular demand! part 2 is here

Davey was in his room, next to a boy. They were staring at the ceiling, but neither of them spoke. Davey might almost think Jack was asleep already. Having Jack here made Davey’s tired mind spin. Made him think about things he didn’t want to.

“Jack? I really am glad you decided to stay. In New York, I mean. I dunno what I’d do without you.”

He could see Jack’s head turn to face him out of the corner of his eye. “Not go ta Santa Fe, you mean? Yeah, I'm glad too.”

Davey turned his head to match Jack, searching his face for truth. Jack's face was red from the wind, and his hair was just barely wet now. He knew he wasn't the reason Jack stayed in Manhattan. That was Katherine’s doing. She’d been the one he stayed for. Not for Crutchie, or Race, or Spot, or any of the other newsies. Not Les, who was basically his little brother now. Not for Davey. It hurt, just a little, to know that Jack’s relationships were obviously unbalanced. Davey and Les have to go back to school as soon as their father gets a new job. If Davey was being honest with himself he would probably run from his responsibilities if Jack asked him to. No matter what, he would do what Jack asked him. Davey turned away from Jack without saying anything, tearing his blue eyes from the hazel ones back to the ceiling.. Why was his life so unfair?

Davey has had to share a bed since his brother was born. He trained himself to stay on his side, and sleep peacefully. Jack, on the other hand, slept on a roof, and didn't know personal space when he was conscious, let alone cold and sleep deprived. So Davey was only a bit surprised when Jack’s arm came flopping onto his chest. He whipped his head around to look at Jack, who was dead asleep, mouth wide open. He stared for a while longer, studying Jack’s face while it was relaxed with sleep. He wasn't quite sure why, but Davey brought his hands up to Jack’s arm, resting his palms over the weight on his chest. He knew he really needed to get some rest, otherwise his parents and Les would know something was wrong. The rain was wonderful white noise, so why couldn't he fall asleep? Jack shifted in in his sleep, scooting closer to the warm side of the bed. Davey looked over again, to make sure he was still sleeping. Jack was mouthing words in his sleep, and his brow was furrowed now. Davey held Jack’s arm tighter, rubbing circles with his fingers.

He thought again about Jack’s choice to stay in New York. The moon is bigger in Santa Fe? Honestly… Davey wondered what he would've done if Jack had left. Probably go with him. Hed go anywhere with-

Oh. OH. Oh no.

How was Davey supposed to get any sleep if Jack, his best friend, whom he had a crush on, had his arm across him?

I'm in love with Jack Kelly.

Don’t worry, there’s more. I’ll get it out as soon as I get to a good spot

[spicyseonghwas]

choi yeonjun - " a taste like sugar "

pairing :: choi yeonjun x male reader

content rating :: 15+ for suggestive content

genres/au's :: fluff, suggestive, boyfriend!yeonjun

content warnings :: light making out, light cursing, physical contact, suggestive language, food (is candy a food,,,), reader really likes caramel

word counts :: before: 377 ; after editing:

reposted from old account ( @hangyeomcult ); please reblog this if you like it! likes do not help my algorithm.

you flopped backwards into the soft, puffy pillows with a big puff of air. a colossal yawn escaped your (l/c) lips as you stretched out flat onto the bed, stretching your arms as far as you could get them to go without hurting yourself. a soft, tired smile slipped onto your lips as you looked over to stare at your (groundbreakingly gorgeous) boyfriend of 6 months...

choi yeonjun.

i wonder if he'll share his candy with me... you thought to yourself, smirking at the prospect of eating candy touched by a man such as him.

you smiled, moving over and laying carefully on top of him, leaning over his side and peeking at the youtube video he had been giggling at for the past hour. your smile widened a bit when you saw that it seemed to be a fan-made video compilation of yeonjun just being done with his group mates.

"hey, juuunnie?" you asked slowly, purposely being as cute as you could as you softly poked his cheek.

"yes, darling?" he asked, his eyes moving away from his phone screen as he turned over to look at you, taking one of his airpods out of his ear to better hear what you wanted to say.

"could a cute, precious boyfie have some of his precious, handsome boyfriend's candy?" you asked cutely, giving yeonjun your best puppy eyes.

yeonjun stayed silent for a moment, looking right into your eyes and making you feel as though he was staring into your soul, before smirking and saying,

"sure, have at it."

and he chuckled and dropped his phone onto the bed, reaching over and ruffling your hair and causing you to giggle as you reached over him for the caramel candies on his bedside table. you took three of them and plopped backward onto the bed on your back, unwrapping one of the little gold-wrapped caramels and grinning widely as you popped the sweet treat into your mouth.

a little hum escaped your throat as you sucked on the candy, being so caught up in the sweet, creamy taste of it that you didn't notice how your boyfriend was acting.

he had turned off his phone and taken out his airpods; the items were sitting abandoned on his bedside table as he had his back turned from them to watch you. he'd peeked over his shoulder to capture a quick mental image of the pure, content joy that you had always felt whenever you managed to get your hands on one of the caramels yeonjun always had stashed somewhere in your shared suite bedroom.

you were still so caught up in the taste of your little treat that it almost startled you when yeonjun gently flicked your cheekbone, giggling when he saw your reaction to the physical contact.

"hm?" you hummed, turning over to face your boyfriend.

"i wanna kiss you..." he said bluntly, staring dreamily at you with a soft smile on his lips that was... not entirely innocent.

"oh yeah, punk?" you teased, "then kiss me."

and you rolled off over, rolling straight off the bed and landing gracefully on your feet like a cat. but as cat-like as you could be sometimes- which was one of the many reasons yeonjun had fallen so hard for you in the first place- he was still quicker than you, and you suddenly found yourself pinned between yeonjun's arms against the closet door. you giggled and blushed and tried to look away, but he gently took your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, and now you were completely trapped. you had nowhere else to look but into his eyes, he'd made sure of that.

"kiss me." he said with the cutest frowny little pout.

"mmm.... no." you teased, giggling into his mouth when he took what he'd asked of you for himself, leaning in and quickly pressing his lips to yours.

the kiss could very well have lasted for a lifetime before yeonjun had to break it, choosing to touch his forehead to yours as he wrapped his arms around you and held you as close to him as he could get you without hurting you.

"I love the taste of caramel..." he said, his voice trailing off for a moment before he continued. "it's so goddamn sweet, just like you... just makes you taste so much better."

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

[trolagygirl2022]

who will be more successful and famous: le sserafim, newjeans or runext gg?

💖 thank you

(This reading was done 09/06/2023)

Will Le Sserafim be more succesful and famous then NJ and RUNEXT gg?

The Tower, Death, King of Cups, Strength rev, Three of Swords and Six of Pentacles, Queen of Wands

Nauurrrrrr. It seems they will keep with the confidence concept and show off their talents and creativity, but defiantly will be within NJ or runext gg. It seems that someone one their team will make a bad decision or something? A scandal? Something reckless may happen that can ruin their image or something. I feel like the members would be hurt seeing their label mates more successful than them and can even cause anger and chaos due to bad management. They won't flop that's for sure.

Will NewJeans be more succesful and famous then Le Sserafim and RUNEXT gg?

Ten of Pentacles, Six of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, Eight of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, The Devil, Eight of Swords, Four of Wands, Nine of Wands, Queen of Pentacles.

Hmmm. They will be succesful and be making bank but the devil..? Ohhh! I believe that HYBE will over-work them? Something with family. Maybe they don't get to see their families often? With the Six of Cups makes me believe that since 4/5 of the members were minors debuting and the oldest was barely 18 they will be overworked or be tired and want to rest but HYBE won't let them. They will feel trapped and limited. Their resilience will keep them together even when they have troubles with the company and start getting rebillous. Will they expose HYBE of something in the future??

Will the RUNEXT gg be more succesful and famous then NJ and Le Sserafim?

Four of Swords, Queen of Swords, Four of Wands, Nine of Wands, Judgement, Seven of Swords, Seven of Wands, Death rev.

Yikes. Will there be out to sabotage them in the industry for some reason?? They will have to face challenges and such. They need to be vigilant and careful. Only some people are their friend. They are people out there that can betray them and try to ruin them? (THEORY. It might be MNET/CJ ENM because they might be upset that their plans with Belift were cancelled and probably planned to sabotage this group, all readings are alleged, btw!!) It will change them a lot as a group and give them a new perspective on the industry but all their hard work will come into fruition and they will be successful.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— where's my yeehaw hat? | Glastonbury Series

fourth and final part of this mini series that i forgot to post, but here it is... and hopefully this doesn't majorly flop.

pairings: leah williamson x reader!monkey

summary: the third day of the festival and monkey gets high.

chaos fc masterlist

“Rise and shine, Monkey!” You can hear the familiar voice of the blonde trying to wake you up by shaking you gently, “Wake up, sleepy head.”

Letting out a grumble in response, you refuse to even open your eyes, “No, I’m sleeping– Why’re you so loud?” You’re in no mood to want to wake up, but that might have something to do with the fact that you didn’t sleep too well the night before.

That was really your own fault though.

You had so many questions to ask and you just had to ask them then and there.

“Oh, really?” You hear the blonde laugh in amusement, “But I have so many important questions to ask you though, really important questions!”

“Wha… G’way Le, I’m tired!” You grumble, swatting her hand away from trying to continue to nudge you like she does.

“Yeah, but these questions are super important!” Leah tells you with a certain eagerness in her voice, “Didn’t you want to know whether lightning mcqueen needed car insurance or life insurance?” She wonders, teasing you.

Oh, she’s really playing you at your own game here? Damn it.

“Le, man. Leave me alone,” You grumble back with some hope of going back to sleep, “I’m trying to sleep here!” Keeping your eyes shut, you try your hardest to snooze again.

The blonde snickers to herself, “So was I when I was woken up this morning. It’s not so nice now, is it?” She jokes.

“G’way, it’s too early– I want more sleep!” Your patience is short and you can feel yourself ready to snap at any given minute.

You’re certainly not a morning person at all and you definitely do hate being woken up.

You’re a nightmare most mornings.

“You can’t sleep, there’s the whole day ahead of us. We have to get up and pack the tent away otherwise it’ll be too late to do it tonight,” Leah makes the point of telling you which leaves you confused about where you will be sleeping tonight, “Come on, sleepy head. Time to get up!”

“I’m still tired,” You murmur, prying one of your eyes open as you look at her, “Why’re we packing the tent away? Where will we stay tonight?” You ask, confused.

“At a hotel,” The blonde answers as she feigns her sympathy for your exhausted state, “Oh, really? I wonder why that is then, huh?” She wonders.

“I’m tired,” You repeat in a low voice.

Leah exhales a sigh and shakes her head, “Please don’t tell me you stayed awake all night.”

“I didn’t stay awake all night,” You mumble as you slowly sit up and let out a yawn.

“Really?” Leah questions, not believing your word.

Shrugging your shoulders, you crack your neck and yawn once again, “I fell asleep at some point, but I don’t remember when. Probably like, er 5 I guess.”

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Leah scolds as she winces faintly when she hears the noise of your neck cracking, “Fantastic, I guess I’m dealing with a grumpy Monkey today then– Come on, get up. We’re going to make the most of the day!”

“Hi girls!” Grace is the first one to spot you where it had been arranged to meet up with them.

“Morning,” Leah waves to her friend, checking behind her to make sure you are keeping up and aren’t dawdling about.

Like you really had much choice about that.

Even though you did try and fall asleep on the floor after you took the tent down, the blonde still didn’t let you unfortunately but you can’t understand why.

All you want to do now is sleep and you can’t help always being so tired though.

“Hello!” Holly smiles and greets her friends.

“Who’s ready for the last day of the festival?” Josie questions in a cheerful voice.

“Let’s do it!” Grace shouts aloud.

“Urgh. Why’re you all so loud?” You grumble in complaint and scowl at them, “Shut up!”

“Don’t be rude, Monkey!” Leah chides, giving you that all too familiar look you have seen so many times.

“But they are being loud and I’m tired,” You whine in protest, wanting nothing more than to collapse and sleep on the floor right here where you are.

It looks like a somewhat comfy spot.

“Oh I can see that somebody isn’t in a good mood today,” Holly jokes, trying to reach out and ruffle your hair.

Growling at the older blonde, you dodge her wandering hand from your hair and shuffle closer to Leah, “No shit Sherlock.”

“Monkey, stop it,” Leah warns you, continuing to give you a firm look, “Someone didn’t sleep and decided to stay up and ask me daft questions instead.” She explains to the rest of the girls.

“I’m so tired, I want more sleep!” You whine in response, you’re not a huge fan of this walking malarkey that you’re being forced to do.

The floor seems comfy right here to take a nap.

“So, I guess you had fun trying to wake her up this morning then?” Grace jokes.

“Well it wasn’t the easiest– Monkey, get up off the floor!” Leah begins to explain as she spots you lying down on the floor in the midst of walking through to the first stage where you are to watch an acoustic performance.

“I’m tired,” You murmur in disagreement.

The blonde clicks her tongue in disapproval, “Get up, you’re literally in the middle of a field.”

“I’m gonna take a nap right here,” You mumble before you begin to close your eyes.

“Monkey, no,” Leah inwardly groans as she pinches the bridge of her nose, “Get up!”

“I take a nap right here,” Repeating the words, you keep your eyes shut in the hopes that you might drift off to sleep again.

You can hear the rest of the girls laugh in amusement.

“Oh my God, I literally feel like I’m having deja vu here,” Leah speaks aloud, no doubt having that usual frown on her face, “Get up now!”

“Seems like you might have your hands full today here, Le, eh?” Holly comments, looking between you where you're lying on the floor curled up and the blonde who looks on the verge of a breakdown.

“Monkey, get up from the floor! This is ridiculous right now– You can’t sleep here!” Leah shouts in frustration, very much aware of attracting attention from people looking over at you as she kneels beside you and shakes you, “Get up, now!”

“Nooo- Leave me be, Malfoy,” Swatting her hand away from shaking you, you still keep your eyes shut with a hope that you can still sleep, “I’m tired!” You add.

“Malfoy?” Josie questions, stifling her laughter.

Grace laughs in amusement, “Is that because of the hair cut?” She asks.

“It’s the nickname that Monkey gave her,” Holly chimes in as she grins at her cousin.

“Just wonderful,” Leah huffs and shakes her head, “Monkey, get up! You can’t just lie down here on the floor because you’re tired, it serves you right that you should have gone to sleep at a decent enough time!”

“Mean Malfoy,” You murmur while keeping your eyes shut still much to the blonde’s annoyance, “I’m tired! Why couldn’t we just leave the tent up and I could sleep in there instead? Or even in the car?” You ask.

“And miss out on all the fun today?” Holly teases you.

“I’m not telling you again,” Leah is starting to lose her patience with you and your need to lie on the floor and sleep, “Get up off the floor!”

“Nuh uh, I want to sleep!” There’s so much noise around, you wish the blonde would kindly leave you alone to nap in peace because right now, you’re unbelievably tired.

“I’m not letting you– You know what, fine!” Leah throws her arm up in the air, having very much given up on the gentle approach of trying to get you up off the floor before she reaches down and lifts you off the floor to stand up, “You’re not sleeping here, I’m done arguing with you about it.”

“Why? I just want to sleep!” Whining in protest, you can’t help but throw your head back, “You’re being mean and not letting me sleep!””

Leah exhales a sigh and shakes her head, “You can sleep on the floor, but not here. First you’re going to walk over to the stage where we’re going to watch the next performance and you can lay down there,” She tells you, “I’m not leaving you here, end of story.”

So with these words in mind, you do begrudgingly walk across the rest of the field over to the stage without any further protest.

“We're here, finally! I’m taking a nap, right here!” You cheer aloud, quite happy enough to make yourself a bed comfortable with jackets and bags to plonk yourself down on the floor.

“You’re not really going to sleep there… Wait, is she asleep already?” Holly is taken by complete surprise that you have indeed managed to curl and fall asleep on the floor in the middle of the girls.

“No way,” Grace looks shocked.

Josie laughs in amusement, “Seriously?”

“Monkey can sleep anywhere as long as she’s comfy,” Leah murmurs, shaking her head fondly as she slips her own jacket off and crouching down to lay it on top of you to stop you getting too cold.

“Even in the middle of a field?” Holly questions, bewildered at your actions.

Leah hums in confirmation as she stands up, “Yeah even here apparently.” 

“I seriously cannot believe she’s managed to fall asleep in the middle of a field with this many people around,” Holly murmurs in amusement.

“I can’t believe she’s still out for the count,” Grace is left dumbfounded by the fact your still sound asleep in the middle of a packed out festival, “How on earth can she be comfortable like that?” She questions.

Leah shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip of her diet coke in her hands, “I guess she must be so tired that she will crash wherever she can.”

“Is she not sleeping well again?” Holly asks as she frowns.

“I don’t think so, but even if she’s having trouble, she won’t talk about it,” Leah admits, her concern is evident for you that you are once again not sleeping well, but despite how much she tries to get you to open up and talk to her about it like you usually would, you’re more quiet and reserved.

The blonde is glad in some ways that the festival has brought out your joy once again, even if it’s just to overshadow your low mood.

“That sounds like Monkey,” Holly murmurs, feeling sympathy for you. 

Of course she isn’t as well known about your past, but being introduced to the family, she’s gotten to know you better and can’t help but feel concerned regardless.

You start to stir and wake up now feeling hungrier, “I’m hungry. Can we get pizza?”

The nap on the floor definitely did help you out with that situation.

“That’s all you can think about now?” Leah lets out a laugh and shakes her head, “Good nap?” She teases you, lightly.

“Told you I was tired and I wanted to nap,” You stifle a yawn as you try and wake yourself up more, “I slept and now I’m hungry again, so… Can we?”

“And yet you really did fall asleep in the middle of a festival,” Holly chimes in, amusedly.

Shrugging your shoulders, you look at them, “Why’d you all seem so surprised? I’m comfy, I don’t care where I sleep!” You tell them.

“See? I told you girls,” Leah waves her hand as a gesture to prove her point.

“Yeah… I think we realise that now,” Grace murmurs, speaking on behalf of them all.

“I suppose that we can look for some food if you want too,” Leah agrees with your need to eat again, “We’ll go and have a look round now while we have time.”

Groaning in disagreement, you’re not keen to wait around for them, “Ah man come on, I don’t need any babysitters– Can’t I go look around on my own? Nothing will happen. I’ll be totally fine!” You insist.

What’s the worst that can happen?

Leah frowns and bites her bottom lip anxiously, “I’m not sure I like the idea of you wandering around here by yourself,” She admits before she pauses, “There’s a large crowd but we’ll go together instead.”

“Urgh, seriously?!” You huff in frustration and throw your head back in annoyance, “You guys take forever to walk though!”

“Is she telling us that we’re old?” Josie asks, offended.

Grace hums in agreement, “I think so.”

“Hurry up, I’m hungry!” You whine in defiance, not patient enough to wait for them as you go to walk ahead.

“We’re coming now. Will you just be patient?” Leah mutters and shakes her head, trying to keep up with your pace so you don’t get lost.

“I don’t think patience is in Monkey’s vocabulary,” Holly jokes with her cousin.

The blonde exhales a sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose, “You’re telling me… Monkey, wait a minute– Don’t run off… Okay, she’s bolted again. Fantastic,” She mutters aloud.

Holly pats her cousin on the shoulder, “Relax, Le, she’ll come back around soon. Don’t worry, your frown will stick like that if you continue,” She jokes, noting the way Leah had her usual expression on her face, “She’ll come back soon.” She repeats.

“Yeah… Yeah, you’re right,” Leah nods in agreement, “She’s got no monkey, she’s bound to come back soon enough when she’s hungry.” She adds, trying to remain positive.

Of course that's where Leah was severely mistaken due to the lump sum of cash you had withdrawn from the machine.

“Pizza… Pizza, where are you? This was so much easier to find the other night!” You mumble to yourself, looking around for the place that you visited the other night on the way back to the tent.

Elsewhere in the middle of the festival, you wander through the crowd and bump into a tall man who’s dressed in colourful, tie-dyed clad clothes smoking weed.

“Whoa! You’re like, super tall and super colourful– How tall are you? Or maybe I’m just super short,” You yap on to this man like you’ve known him for a while.

The man can’t help but laugh at you, “I think you’re just short, kid.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you continue to whitter on to the man, “Huh, I guess so– I’m stupidly short for my height,” You pause, “Hi, I’m Monkey. Wanna be friends?”

“Monkey? That's some sort of nickname, huh?” The man looks at you amusedly as he continues to pop gummy bears in his mouth, “Hasn’t nobody ever told you that you shouldn’t talk to strangers?”

“Well, if we make friends, then we wouldn’t be strangers, no?” You ask, innocently as you grin at the man, “You’ve got gummy bears! They’re my favourite thing to eat, but I have to watch how much sugar I eat sometimes which sucks.”

The man chuckles at your continuous yapping on, “Oh yeah, well I’m all for sharing. Do you want some?” He offers, holding out the bag for you to try one.

With your eyes lighting up, you're eager to try one as you take a couple out of the open bag, “Thanks, I love gummy bears!” You tell him, excitedly and without any hesitation you pop them in your mouth as you think they are just regular sweets.

“Glad you like them,” The man grins, “Just take it easy, kid.” He adds, ruffling your hair.

You start to giggle uncontrollably as the effects of the edibles quickly take hold, before you plonk yourself on the ground beside the man without much care in the world.

“This is… So cool. I feel… I feel like I’m floating,” You continue to giggle.

The man grins and slumps down on the floor beside you, “Just enjoy the vibes, Monkey. Festivals like this are all about feeling free.” He tells you.

“Yeah… Free,” You murmur, staring blankly in front of you as you smile dopely, “I like that.”

You sit with the man and get lost listening to the acoustic music in front of the nearby stage that you had ended wandering towards without realisation while the full blown effects take over as the colours around you seem more vivid and the sounds become more intense.

“Are you with anyone here, kid?” The man wonders, curiously as he looks around, “I think people might be worried about where you are.” He notes.

You continue to sit there dazed, “Yeah… I’m with people, Malfoy’s no doubt looking for me,” You admit, feeling truly high as the sky, “But I’m having too much fun right now.”

“Well, just make sure you stay safe, alright?” The man asks you.

Grinning in agreement, you nod slowly before you tilt your head right and left in an even slower motion enjoying the feeling it had, “Yeah… I’m good.”

“Where could she have gone?” Leah is worried since you still haven’t returned back any time soon, “I knew she would end up getting lost in the crowd somewhere!”

“She might have got distracted,” Josie chimes in, noting the blonde’s concern.

“Or she might have just headed over to watch the performance,” Holly adds as she senses the worry in her cousins��� voice, “Don’t worry. We’ll find her!” She reassures her.

Continuing to look around with her worry becoming even more evident, Leah is literally kicking herself at the fact that she lost you.

“Wait, look over there!” Josie pauses and points with her index finger in the direction to where you’re sitting on the shoulders of the man’s that you made friends with earlier, laughing and throwing your arms up in the air without a single care in the world, “Is that… Is that Monkey?”

“Who the hells’ shoulders is she on?” Holly asks, confused as she looks over to you looking like you’re having a blast.

Leah’s eyes widen in shock horror, “Oh my God,” she speaks aloud before she’s rushing towards where you are, “Monkey! Get down from there right now!”

“Leeeeeaaaaaah!” You squeal in delight at seeing the blonde, who didn’t look all that impressed since she had her usual grumpy face that she always has when you're in trouble, “Hey! Check it out, I made a new friend!”

“Get down!” The defender repeats, firmly.

“But this is the best view ever!” You whine in protest, swinging your arms around in the air.

Leah continues to look at you furiously, “Get down, now!”

“Buzz kill,” You murmur and with the help from your newfound tall friend, he helps you off his shoulders as Leah grabs you by your arm, “Tall man, this is Malfoy! Malfoy, this is tall man… He’s super fun! You, however, are not.” You introduce the two of them.

“Er, hi… Bye,” Leah looks at the questionable man before she pulls you away, “What the hell, Monkey?” She looks at you, holding you steady as you sway side to side.

“I’m having fun!” You exclaim as you giggle uncontrollably.

“What is going on with you? You’re acting different,” Leah questions, wearily as she tries to figure out what is going on with you.

Giggling continuously, you’re hardly bothered by the blonde standing in front of you, “I’m… I’m fine, I told you I’m having fun!” You repeat.

“Leah, something isn’t right. Look at her eyes,” Holly notes, looking concerned.

Grace looks at you in concern, “Yeah, she looks really out of it.” She admits.

“Did someone give her something?” Josie questions, confused.

Leah’s eyes widen as she tries to keep a steady hold of you, “Monkey, did you eat something from that guy?” She asks, her voice changing to sound more concerned than angry.

“Tall man had sweets that he shared,” You tell her through a fit of giggles, “They were so good! Like those little gummy bears that I always eat!” You add.

“Gummy bears?” The blonde repeats with furrowed eyebrows before it dawns on her what you mean and her concern turns to anger, “Oh, God. No, those weren’t normal ones, Monkey!”

“I don’t know whatever they were, but they sure did taste delicious!” You dopily smile at the blonde, who looks at you furious, “Can I get some more of them?” You wonder, eagerly.

“Okay, alright, let’s not make a scene here,” Holly states, trying to calm Leah down, “I know you’re probably angry, Le, but we just need to get her somewhere safe and figure out what to do.” She makes the point, looking at you wearily.

“There’s a first aid tent nearby that we can her too,” Grace suggests, gesturing to the left of her.

“Nuh uh, I don’t need to go there– We’ve still gotta watch Shania Twain!” You gasp in horror as you look at them with wide eyes, “I didn’t miss it, did I?” You ask.

“Wha… No, you didn’t miss it,” Leah tells you before she snaps her head round in realisation, “We’re not going anywhere right now other than the first aid tent for you to be checked out!” She declares, sternly.

“Awh, shucks!” You huff in protest before you dragged in the direction of the tent where Leah all demands you’re checked over to make sure you’re fine, which no surprise, the medic in the tent reassures her that you will be and you just need to sip some water, “See? Can we go and watch Shania now? Pleaseeeee!”

“Fine,” Leah is reluctant to agree but there’s not much more that can be said, “But you’re sticking with me and I don’t want you running off again!”

“Let’s go girls!” You scream loudly with the high effects of the edible gummy bears in your system making you seem far more alert than previously as you stand with the older girls ready to watch Shania Twain perform on the Pyramid Stage.

“Glad to see you still have energy to keep going kid,” Grace jokes, trying to ruffle your hair but it’s difficult with the way you're swaying left and right.

“If that’s what we’re calling it now,” Leah mutters in disagreement, shaking her head as she’s not too fond of you being high right now but there’s not much she can do about it.

“Aye, yo! Where’s my yeehaw hat?” The realisation soon dawns on you that you currently don’t have your cowboy hat on you that you most definitely remembered to wear down so you’re confused as to where it could now be, “I need it for this!”

Holly looks at you puzzled, “Your… Your what hat?”

“My yeehaw hat! You know, the one I brought the other night!” You insist, trying to figure out where it is.

“Oh, she means her cowboy hat,” Leah realises as she plonks it on top of your head.

“My yeehaw hat!” You cry in joy and clutch a hold of it excitedly, “You found it!”

Josie looks at you in concern, “Should we be worried about her, or is this just her usual free spirit?” She questions Leah.

“Well, usually she’s menace and she’s pretty high right now both of them combined is somewhat concerning,” Leah can’t help but laugh at your current state, “I guess she’s going to be like this until it wears off.” She adds.

You giggle and adjust your glow in the dark glasses, “I’m like a disco ball! So many lights, so many colours! Can you see the sparkles?” Continuing to dance around in your cowboy hat and glow in the dark glasses, you’re having the best time right now.

“Uh… Not really,” Holly tries to keep up with your antics, “It’s great that you’re having fun though!”

“Yeehaw!” You exclaim aloud as you swing your arm around, “Man, I feel like a woman!” You scream the lyrics to the familiar song you have heard one too many times.

“She’s definitely in her own world,” Grace states as she chuckles.

“Hey Lord Farquaad, can I sit on your shoulders? I wanna get the best view!” You question hopefully as you grin playfully at the blonde, who looks ready to protest, “Pretty please?”

“Wha… Alright fine,” Leah begrudgingly agrees even after you had somewhat offended her before she hoist’s you up onto her shoulders, “Up you go, but hold on tight so you don’t fall!” She warns.

“You’re all set now, kid. You look the part!” Grace states, nudging you playfully.

“Don’t diss my fit cos’ you're all jealous, gurl, innit!” You joke, putting on an accent and grinning at the older girl with a newfound confidence in you now you’re somewhat high still.

“Oh well that is different,” Holly remarks, amused with your antics now, “You’re strange at times, kid,” 

You faux a gasp and look down at her while clutching your hand on your heart dramatically, “I’m not strange, I’m unique. Right, Lord Farquaad?” Looking towards the blonde for confirmation.

“Will you stop calling me that,” The blonde grumbles in disagreement of the nickname that your best friend had so kindly given her and with your love of Shrek, of course you’re going to continue with it.

“Why not? It suits you sooo well!” You peer down and grin at the blonde dopily before you continue to swing your arms up in the air, “You’re a grumpy Lord Farquaad at the minute though! Cheer up!” Playfully continuing to pat her cheeks and smile at her, you enjoy your time on the blonde’s shoulders.

“Whoa, slow down, you,” Leah is quick to take a grip of your arm, already ahead of you running off, “First things first, let’s go and get you some water to help you, er, calm down.”

“But Le, we’re gonna miss it,” Huffing in disagreement, you begrudgingly are led over to a food truck to purchase a bottle of water.

“There’s no rush to go there, we’ve got plenty of time,” Leah remarks as she pushes the bottle of water into your hands, “Now drink up.”

Cracking open the bottle of water and taking a large gulp of it, “Okay, okay. I’ve drank now! See? Can we go and watch Avril Lavigne now, please?” You all but plead with her.

“Make sure you drink all of it,” Leah gestures to the bottle in her hand, “Then we will go and watch her. I just need you to calm down a bit first.” She tells you.

“How long will this… Energy last?” Holly looks at you wearily.

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping with a bit of water it might sober her up,” Leah winces, shaking her head as she encourages you to keep drinking, “Drink all of it, Monkey.” She reminds you.

You eagerly down the rest of the water in the bottle and toss it in a bin, “Alright! I’ve drunk it all now– Now can we go, pleeeeeeease?” You beg, bouncing on your toes.

“Fine,” Leah replies in agreement, once again making sure to take a grip out of your arm in case you do indeed try and run again, “No you don’t, I’m not letting you wander off again and make friends with a random stranger.” She states, sternly.

“But we’re gonna miss it!” You let out an exaggerated huff to show your impatience about having to wait.

“We’re not going to miss anything at all. Stop being impatient,” Leah remarks, trying to stay calm the best she can.

“Yeah we will,” You murmur, trying to tug your arm away from her and be able to dash off ahead of them, “Come on, hurry up. God, you’re all so slow!”

“We’re going as fast as we can,” Josie says, amusedly.

“Not quick enough,” You turn back round in a flash to look at the older girl and stick your tongue out at her, “Huuuuuuuuuurry up!”

“I think I preferred it when she was walking around like a zombie,” Holly chimes in.

“You and me both,” Leah murmurs in agreement with her cousin, “Monkey, calm down. There’s no rush to get there.” She adds as you try and pull her arm since she’s still got a tight hold on you to avoid running off.

“Time’s running out!” You whine impatiently, eager to run in the direction of the stage where you can’t watch Avril Lavigne perform live, “We need to hurry up. We’re going to miss the beginning of it cos’ you’re all so slow!” You grumble in annoyance.

“We’re almost there now,” Leah remarks, rolling her eyes as she walks over to the stage where your energy doesn’t let up, “See? We’re here, no need to have a meltdown over it.”

“I’m just excited to watch her!” You exclaim, trying to push your way forward to get a good view of the performance.

It’s not long before the music starts up and you continue to remain bouncing around energetically and singing your heart out to all of the songs in the set, “Why do you have to go and make things so complicated!” You scream out the lyrics to the song that you’ve grown up listening to, being able to watch her perform live is such a cool experience for you.

“Seems like she’s loving this even if she’s still a bit high,” Grace speaks to Leah, amusedly as she watches you enjoy yourself despite the high you’re still on.

Leah hums in agreement with her friend, “Yeah she’s having the time of her life so it seems, I’m glad about it.” Her words were nothing but the truth, knowing how tough you have been finding things recently so it’s nice to see you let your hair down even if you did end up high to no fault of anyone apart from your own.

You continue to dance around in joy, “I see the way you’re acting like you’re somebody else, gets me frustrated!” There’s not a single care in the world right now as you listen to the music, living the dream like you are.

“Woo, go monkey!” Holly encourages, grinning and clapping her hands.

Leah watches you dance around freely and can’t help but smile as she leans over to Holly, “At least this way she’s somewhat safe and having fun. I just need to keep a better eye on her and make sure she’s not wandering off with another random stranger again.” She tells her.

By the time that Burna Boy was set to perform, you were starting to feel the comedown from the edible gummy bears and your energetic behaviour is soon phasing out for you to become tired and grumpy once again, with having little energy to even want to walk about.

“You doing okay Monkey?” The concern in Leah’s voice is evident as she can see your dipping slowly as you're reluctant to even stand up without slouching against her.

“I’m… I’m tired,” You murmur, trying to fight and stay awake.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel instead?” Leah questions, wearily as she is more so concerned about your comedown hitting an ultimate low.

Shaking your head in disagreement, you continue to lean up against her so that you won’t fall down, “No, I still wanna watch this performance.”

“What’s going on?” Holly wonders, concerned.

“Monkey’s tired,” Leah explains briefly as she tries to keep a steady hand on you to stop you from collapsing from exhaustion.

“You do look pretty out of it,” Grace notes the tiredness on your face.

“I think she’s starting to come down from the edibles,” Leah explains, exhaling a sigh, “We’ll watch Burna Boy and then we need to think about going to the hotel. I think it’s all catching up to you now, isn’t it, eh?” She asks you, gently as she keeps a protective arm wrapped around you.

“M’ okay, I just want to sleep, Le,” You answer, trying to continue to fight the tiredness while standing up.

Leah frowns and nods in agreement, “You can soon enough, but in a proper bed. You can’t fall asleep here.”

“Why not? Floors comfy like before, innit,” You murmur without much care in the world considering you had managed to fall asleep so easily earlier on.

“You know she will again if she’s tired enough,” Holly chips in, amusedly.

Leah exhales a sigh, “I know, I just think it would be better to wait until we head back to the hotel before you fall asleep,” She admits, not to keen on the idea of you falling asleep on the floor again.

“I don’t care. I’m tired– I wanna sleep!” You slouch against the blonde weakly as your eyelids grow heavier as you listen to the music in the background. 

“Alright, alright, there’s no need to get grumpy again,” The blonde mumbles, finding small humour in the situation, “Just hang in a little longer and we’ll go back.” She promises.

As much as you try to remain awake, it is starting to become incredibly difficult as you just want to lie down and sleep, so you do so much as when you find a spot on the floor, curling up in a ball and closing your eyes, being able to drift off to sleep.

“Le, I don’t think she couldn’t wait to sleep,” Holly jokes, gesturing to your sleeping body on the floor, “The kids completely out of it.” She adds.

“Wonderful,” Leah exhales a sigh as she looks down and finds you well and truly fast asleep curled up on the floor, “I guess she really couldn’t wait after all.”

“You’re going to have to carry her back to the car,” Josie points out.

“Oh Monkey,” Leah sighs and takes pity on your sleeping form before she kneels down and lifts your unconscious body into her arms, “Looks like we’re cutting the night short. I need to get her back to the hotel to sleep.”

“We’ll lead the way,” Holly states, carefully guiding her cousin through the crowd.

“Thanks Hol,” Leah speaks gratefully as she follows her cousin through the crowd of people with you protectively in her arms,

You continue to stay asleep with your head resting against her shoulder, you’re completely none the wiser about the journey back to the car park. Nor do you even realise being sat down in the backseat of the car and buckled in with the state of sleep that has taken over you.

Luckily enough Leah has managed to book the same hotel as the rest of the girls so they all climbed into the blonde's car, Holly deciding to sit in the back with you so she could make sure you are okay in the state that you’re in.

“We’ll be at the hotel soon enough kid,” The blonde murmurs to you even though you're completely out of it to even hear you, “We’ve got you, don’t worry. Just sleep.” She adds.

The next time you wake up, you don’t have any single recognition of where you were or how you got here, last you remember you were at the festival dancing to the music.

Now you’re here in a hotel room…

“Where… Where am I?” You ask, confused as you sit up in bed and look around the room trying to figure out when and how you got here.

Leah shoots up from the other bed and rushes to your side, “Ah, you’re awake! We’re at the hotel.”

“Hotel?” You question just as confused while you rub your eyes, “What happened to the festival?” You're trying to figure out what happened for you to end up here.

“You fell asleep,” Leah stifles her laughter and shakes her head, “You don’t remember? Apparently you couldn’t wait to sleep and crashed out on the floor… Again.” She teases you lightly.

“Oh,” You frown and try to remember what happened before that, “I don’t remember falling asleep though.”

“You were out for the count completely,” Leah remarks in amusement, “I had to carry you back to the car and even then you remained asleep until now.” She explains to you.

“Oh,” You repeat quietly as the events of the day start to dawn on you, “Wait! It’s late now– I can call Kyra! She’ll be awake now!” You exclaim in realisation at the time difference meaning your best friend would be awake now finally.

Leah shakes her head in disagreement, “No, no, sleep. It’s already been a long day– You’ve fallen asleep twice at the festival. I’m sure that you can speak to her tomorrow instead.”

“Seriously? Come on, Le!” You plead with the blonde.

“Fine,” Leah gives in your pleading as she rolls her eyes, “Don’t be on the phone for too long though! You need sleep and don’t think you’re getting away with being high either.” She adds.

“What does that mean?” You question, confused.

“It means that you’re most definitely grounded for this stunt that you pulled,” Leah states, firmly.

You huff in response and slump your shoulders, “Wha… I really did think they were just normal sweets though!”

“And you still shouldn’t be accepting sweets from random strangers,” Leah tells you while pursing her lips, “Now go on and phone Kyra like you’re so eager to do, tell the pest I said hi while you’re at it.” With that being said, you eagerly pull your phone out of your pocket and begin to FaceTime your best friend on the other side of the world and ramble on the phone to your best friend, happy enough to hear her voice finally.

It won’t be too long now until you see her at least, just another month or so, maybe?

© scribblesofagoonerr

[combeauferre]

all i could ask for

les miserables, 5.4k, rated t

Feuilly doesn't feel like he's a regular enough attendee to be considered a true member of Les Amis. New Years is the perfect time for Les Amis to show him how wrong he is.

written for @wilwywaylan for the @lesmisholidayexchange !

read on ao3

“Fuck, I am tired,” Feuilly huffs as he lets himself into Bahorel’s apartment, flopping right down on to the couch, his head landing heavily on Bahorel’s thigh.

“Ow, watch out!” Bahorel whines, lifting his hands quickly to avoid getting hit. “That was almost my dick!”

Looking up at him through ginger curls, Feuilly lifts his head only to nip playfully, grumpily at Bahorel’s thigh through his jeans.

“’M nowhere near your dick,” he grumbles, burying his face back into Bahorel’s thigh and sighing. “I swear I barely get a second to breathe, I fucking hate Christmas.”

“I hope you’ve made time for next Saturday night,” Bahorel says, running his hands through Feuilly’s hair. There’s a sharp hiss when he hits a knot, and he begins working it out, as gently as he can with his thick, clumsy fingers.

“What for?”

“For the New Years party.”

Feuilly looks up at him, yelping again when Bahorel fails to let go of his hair in time.

“What New Years party?”

“At Combeferre and Courfeyrac’s,” Bahorel says, “I told you about it.”

“You said it was for Les Amis only.”

Bahorel laughs.

“Yeah, I did. It’ll be quiet, chill, come on, you never make it to Les Amis events, everyone will want you there.”

“But I’m barely Les Amis,” Feuilly says, frowning.

“What?”

“I’m hardly ever there, you said so yourself,” he continues, rolling on to his back and resting his head back against Bahorel’s leg, “I’m nowhere near as active as the rest of you. Being your boyfriend and their contact to the working class doesn’t make me one of you, Alf.”

“No, being our friend and someone we respect and enjoy the company of makes you one of us,” Bahorel deadpans, tugging on Feuilly’s hair again. “Where’s all this come from?”

Feuilly pulls a face.

“It’s not come from anywhere,” he says, “this is how it is. I love going and contributing, but I’m not there often enough to be part of your inner circle.”

“You are, Antoine,” Bahorel says, pushing Feuilly up by his shoulders until he’s sitting up properly, “they want you there, I swear.”

--

“Can you do me a favour?” Bahorel asks, after a full ten seconds of reading over his textbook.

“What part of shut up and do your studying do you not understand?” Courfeyrac grumbles, looking up from their own textbook. They have a whole three bullet points of notes after half an hour of studying with Bahorel, and compared with their usual sessions with Enjolras, this is the least productive they’ve felt in months.

“This is important!” Bahorel whines. “I tried to tell Feuilly to keep next Saturday free for the party, but he thinks he’s not part of Les Amis.”

“What?” Courfeyrac says, putting down their pen. “That’s ridiculous, of course he is.”

“That’s what I told him,” Bahorel says, “but he’s adamant, he says he doesn’t go enough.”

“There’s no attendance grade!”

“I know!”

Courfeyrac sighs.

“I really want him there, I want us to finally have a complete photo for our wall.”

“I told him that,” Bahorel says, “but he’s never seen your photo wall, he thinks I’m bullshitting. He’s running himself into the ground at the moment, Jules, he needs the break as much as anything.”

“Maybe I can get Enjolras to talk to him?”

“As much as I love Enj,” Bahorel says, “Feuilly might just think it’s courtesy if it comes from him. I was thinking you could ask him?”

Courfeyrac thinks for a moment, then pulls out their phone. After a few quick taps, they lift it to their ear.

“Fee, my love, I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time?”

There’s a muffled sound on the other side, and Bahorel smiles despite himself.

“Lunch break, great! Okay, I’m just trying to get a head count on food for Saturday, so I wanted to check what you’re bringing and that you know about everyone’s allergies and stuff.” Another pause. “For the party, obviously! You are coming, aren’t you?”

There’s a longer pause, and Bahorel’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a text from Feuilly.

>Little shit.

Bahorel grins.

<I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“You are coming?” Courfeyrac says, “Okay, great! So anything you want to bring is fine, we just have a few ground rules to keep everyone safe, obviously.” They put Feuilly on loudspeaker and pull up the notes app on their phone, clearing their throat. “Okay, so: no pork, no shellfish, no beef, for various religious reasons; every other kind of meat is okay, though. And we’re keeping the kosher separate from the halal, don’t worry. Anything veggie is good too. No gluten, because of Joly, no nuts, because of Enjolras, and- oh! How strictly do you keep kosher?”

There’s a brief, hurried spurt of talking on the other end, and Courfeyrac frowns animatedly.

“Oh stop it, it’s not a bother!” Courfeyrac’s telling-off tone of voice is rarely ever heard by anyone in Les Amis, until, of course, they say something truly outrageous. Like “oh, I don’t want to be a bother, anything is fine, I can just eat before”, or any of the other multitudes of things Bahorel knows Feuilly might have said. “So we can cook the meat and dairy separately – we can do dairy earlier in the night and meat later? Okay, and it’ll have to be in the same fridge, but we’ll keep them on separate shelves, is that okay?” After another pause, Courfeyrac beams. “Okay, great! Thanks, Fee, we can’t wait to see you!”

They hang up and grins at Bahorel.

“Thank you, thank you,” they say, bowing from their seat. “No one can say no to me.”

“I’m gonna get so bollocked when I get home, I hope you know that,” Bahorel laughs.

“It’ll be worth it to have you both at the party,” Courfeyrac says, “Ferre’s gonna be so happy when I tell him. It never feels complete without Fee, Alf, you know it’s the truth.”

Bahorel smiles crookedly, and shrugs.

As Courfeyrac turns back to their textbook, Bahorel opens his mouth again.

“Courf, can we-”

“God, what now?” Bahorel just laughs when Courfeyrac looks up and stares daggers at him. “I know you don’t care about this kind of thing, but this case work is due tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to put it off,” Bahorel says with a grin, “Anyways, maybe we could do something special for Feuilly? You know how he is, he’s going to spend the whole party thinking you’re all just being polite and go right back to keeping well out of your way once it’s over.”

Courfeyrac chews their lip and closes their textbook again.

“You’re right,” they say, sighing, “Enj and Ferre should be back soon, let’s talk to them about it?”

Bahorel nods.

“Thanks Courf,” he says, finally opening his own textbook, “I just want him to feel welcome, you know? I want him to feel wanted.”

Courfeyrac smiles at him softly.

“You’re a big sap under all that muscle, Alf, u know that right?”

Bahorel flips them off.

“Do your work,” he grumbles.

“I’m trying!” Courfeyrac laughs.

A half hour later, Courfeyrac finally managing to take a page of notes and Bahorel huffing, getting up to make more coffee, making origami swans the way Feuilly had taught him, and only briefly irritating Courfeyrac with a paper aeroplane, Combeferre and Enjolras walk in the door.

“Saved!” Bahorel cheers, jumping up and throwing his textbook back into his bag.

Courfeyrac rolls their eyes and closes their textbook, looking down sadly at their notes.

“It’ll have to do, I suppose,” they say, standing up and going to give Combeferre a peck on the lips, “hey, love.” They turn and kiss Enjolras’s temple before going into the kitchen. “Coffee?”

“Yes please!” Bahorel yells.

“You’ve had enough, dickhead,” Courfeyrac yells back. They don’t see Bahorel flip them off, but they laugh good naturedly anyway, because they knows it’s being sent their way.

When Courfeyrac returns a few minutes later with two steaming mugs, Enjolras is leaning over their notes, adding his own adjustments and comments.

“Oh God, thank you,” Courfeyrac says, laughing, “I’ve gotten nothing done thanks to this asshole.”

“Hey, you should be thanking me!” Bahorel says indignantly, “I’m trying so hard to save you from the horrors of law school, I’m doing my best work here!”

Courfeyrac rolls their eyes.

“Anyway,” they say, “we have something to discuss.”

They bring their own coffee back into the kitchen, as well as a begrudging mug of decaf for Bahorel, and snuggle in next to Combeferre on the couch. They explain their situation, and Enjolras frowns and stares solemnly into his coffee.

“I’ve always tried to make Feuilly welcome,” he says, “I always ask for his opinion, he’s the person I go to any time I need some help reaching people, and he’s so good at contacts-”

“I think that might be the problem,” Bahorel says, smiling sadly, “he thinks that’s all he is, a contact. And obviously we all know he’s not, but…”

“We need to set some ground rules,” Courfeyrac says firmly, “No shop talk. Looking at you, Enjo.”

“What?” Enjolras folds his arms, “I managed the no shop talk rule last year, what’s all this?”

“Oh please,” Bahorel laughs, “we had to drag you and Combeferre out of the kitchen last year because you were stood over the pan arguing about some philosophy bullshit while the latkes burnt.”

“Hey,” Enjolras waves an accusing finger in Bahorel’s face, “I was in there trying to convince Ferre to ask Courf out, I’ll have you know.”

“Not when we came in, you weren’t,” Courfeyrac says, “You’d sailed right past that conversation and into some kind of ridiculous discussion of ethics.”

“We’re getting off topic,” Bahorel says, raising his hands, “Enj, you spent way too long shop talking with all of us last year, not just Ferre. No shop talk at all this year, okay? None.”

Enjolras snaps his mouth shut and glares at Bahorel, who rolls his eyes.

“Maybe we should drop the secret Santa this year too,” Courfeyrac says, “if it’s not too late? I know Fee struggles for money, and we’re already asking him to bring some food, I don’t want him to feel pressured.”

“You’re right,” Bahorel says, “I’ll spread the word.”

--

Feuilly is halfway through peeling potatoes when Bahorel walks in from class, immediately dropping his bag and walking into the kitchen to wrap around Feuilly and kiss his cheek.

“Hey there,” Feuilly smiles, leaning into him, “How was class?”

Bahorel laughs.

“How are your potatoes?”

Feuilly grins, rolling his eyes.

“Not peeling themselves,” he replies, trying to shake free from Bahorel’s hold. “Come on, here’s the recipe, measure out all those flours, will you?”

Bahorel sees the recipe and raises his eyes.

“Four different kinds of flour?” he asks, his voice high pitched.

“I had most of them lying around the cupboard,” Feuilly shrugs.

“Oh yeah, I know I too have tapioca flour just hanging around in the kitchen,” Bahorel deadpans.

“It’s from when Jehan helped me make boba!” Feuilly says indignantly. “That whole bag of flour cost less than one fucking drink, and it tasted better too.”

Bahorel rolls his eyes and does as he’s told, pulling out the scales and measuring the tapioca flour.

“When did you make boba with Jehan?”

“A couple of months ago,” Feuilly says, “it came over with me after a meeting. It was nice.”

“Jehan loves you, you know,” Bahorel says, “Did I hear it say it’s coming to help you get ready on Saturday?”

Feuilly smiles.

“Yeah,” he says, cutting up his potatoes and putting them into his steamer. “I don’t know what it thinks it’s gonna find in here, but apparently I’m gonna be getting all dolled up. It asked me how I felt about makeup yesterday.”

Bahorel grins.

“What did you say?”

“That I’ll try anything once.”

“Well I for one think you’d look killer in eyeliner,” Bahorel says, leaving his scales to lean over and pull Feuilly into a kiss, “Do you have Sunday off work?”

“I do, as a matter of fact,” Feuilly grins, leaning back in to nip Bahorel’s lip. “Why? Got something planned?”

“Maybe,” Bahorel shrugs, turning back to his flour, “I think we deserve a lazy day in bed, don’t we?”

Feuilly grins, rolling his eyes and going back to his potatoes.

--

When Saturday rolls around, Feuilly is distinctly more uncomfortable about Jehan’s coming over than he had been. His wardrobe is barren, the most fancy thing he owns being his old, tattered, patchwork interview jacket. It’s worn through places from years of use, and it’s still smart enough to wear every now and then, but it’s nothing compared to what he expects the others will be wearing. As he’s convincing himself that this is ridiculous and he should text Jehan and make up some emergency or late call into work, there’s a knock at the door.

Taking a deep breath, Feuilly makes his way over to the door.

“Fee!” Jehan grins as the door opens, raising its hands above its head and pulling Feuilly into a hug. It looks like it must be freezing, wearing only a crop top and shorts, with a thinly crocheted cardigan over its shoulders. It’s simpler than Feuilly expected, and he feels his anxiety begin to ebb away.

“Do you want something to drink?” Feuilly asks, welcoming Jehan in and heading straight through to the kitchen. “I still have that weird herbal tea you brought over last time.”

“Oh, yes please,” Jehan grins, following him into the kitchen and perching against the countertop. “How are you feeling about tonight?”

“Honestly?” Feuilly asks, turning back to Jehan, “kind of nervous. It doesn’t really feel like I’m meant to be there.”

“Of course you are,” Jehan replies, smiling warmly and opening the cupboard to get the honey. “We love having you around, Antoine, and you know Courf hasn’t stopped going on about how they’re finally going to have a complete photo of Les Amis for their wall?”

Feuilly laughs.

“I haven’t stopped hearing about the wall since this all began,” he says, “it must be impressive.”

“They’ve cleared a space for our big group photo,” Jehan says, “but it’s amazing, they have photos from way back when they were little, I think they have photos of every event we’ve ever had. And there’s a couple from their first protests with Combeferre and Enjolras. They’re very proud of that wall.”

“It sounds nice,” Feuilly says quietly.

“Now,” Jehan says, picking up its finished mug of tea and walking out the kitchen, “Let’s go see what we’re working with for clothes, shall we? And I’ll do your makeup.”

Feuilly’s nerves creep into his stomach again, and he takes a deep breath as he follows Jehan through.

“It’s not a lot,” he admits quietly, when Jehan opens the closet.

“Nonsense,” Jehan says, waving an arm, “we have plenty here, let me just look through.”

It takes Jehan all of two minutes to find Feuilly’s one nice jacket, and it pulls it out and grins.

“This is perfect,” it says, holding it out, “the patchwork is amazing, I never knew you could sew.”

Feuilly blushes, smiling softly.

“I’m saving to buy myself a machine,” he says, “I took some lessons at school years ago, but I’m kind of rusty now.”

“I have a machine,” Jehan says, spinning around, “but I’m only really just learning to use it. Maybe we could figure it out together?”

Feuilly lights up.

“I’d love that,” he smiles genuinely, “I have a quilt under the bed that I’ve been waiting to finish for years, maybe I could bring it to yours some time?”

“Absolutely,” Jehan says, grinning. It pulls out a plain shirt, some old jeans and a belt and lays them down on Feuilly’s bed. “Maybe we could even try and teach the others. Bossuet knits, you know, and Combeferre embroiders. We could have little get togethers when we’re free. A good ol’ stitch and bitch session, yeah?”

Warmth spreads through Feuilly’s body, and he rests his head on Jehan’s shoulder while he tries to hide how wide he’s smiling. Maybe it’s just Jehan’s usual, welcoming personality, or maybe he might actually be able to fit in with Les Amis, after all.

By the time Bahorel pulls up to take them to the party, Jehan is finishing the final touches of Feuilly’s makeup, which consists of sharp winged eyeliner, some highlighter, and black lipstick. His nails are painted blue and purple, and he can’t tell if he feels out of place, or if he feels hotter than he ever has in his life.

He texts Bahorel to come straight up and Jehan insists he stay in the bedroom until they’re ready for him.  

“He has to see you walk out,” Jehan says, standing up when the door opens. “It’s important. He’s gonna die when he sees you.”

Feuilly laughs and rolls his eyes but does as he’s told, sitting on the bed whilst Jehan and Bahorel talk animatedly in the next room. Jehan picks up its own Tupperware box of food and finds Feuilly’s in the kitchen.

“Antoine!” he calls, when he and Bahorel are ready to go. “Come out here please!”

Feuilly takes a deep breath and stands, walking out slowly into the front room. The first thing he sees is Bahorel, jaw dropped, eyes shamelessly dragging up and down Feuilly’s body. Feuilly blushes across his cheeks and neck, and raises an eyebrow at Bahorel.

“Well?”

“I- goddamn, Feuilly.”

He laughs, walking over to loop his arm through Bahorel’s.

“You can thank Jehan,” he says, offering his other arm for it to take, “It’s been here for hours getting me ready.”

Jehan laughs and shrugs.

“It’s nothing,” it grins, “consider it a Christmas present.”

“I will,” Bahorel says, wrapping his arm around Feuilly’s waist and pulling him close.

--

The apartment building they walk inside is big and tidy, and Feuilly feels out of place in his silly patchwork jacket, but Bahorel puts a hand on the small of his back and guides him to the elevator. When the three of them step out into the hallway, there’s an open door and a considerable amount of music and laughter coming from inside it.

“Hey! Will you lot keep it quiet out here?” Bahorel yells. Courfeyrac’s beaming face sticks out the door and they flip him off, laughing.

“Get in here, asshole,” they say, reaching out to pull him into a hug. “Feuilly!” they exclaim, pulling away from Bahorel and opening their arms again. “I’m so glad you came! I love your jacket! And God, your makeup! Jehan’s work, I assume?”

“You assume correctly,” Jehan says, stooping to kiss their cheek.

“Come on in, guys.”

The flat is bigger than Feuilly’s, but not as big as he’d imagined. He sees Courfeyrac’s photo wall immediately: photos of different members of the group and of Courfeyrac and Combeferre’s family, the stand-out one Combeferre and Courfeyrac, and another person he thinks must be Enjolras. Years prior, at some kind of sleepover, they look just as animated as they are now. Combeferre and Courfeyrac look similar to how they do now, but Enjolras looks distinctly more feminine, and less radiant, less confident. It makes Feuilly shrink back a little, to see their fearless leader, small and visibly uncomfortable.

“Enjolras won’t let us take that one down,” Courfeyrac says, appearing behind him. “It’s from our school years, right after I moved to France. I hadn’t even known them that long but I was their best friend. That was our first sleepover.”

Enjolras and Combeferre are cuddled together on a double bed, Courfeyrac below them, huddled in a sleeping bag on the floor. The photo is rushed, and Feuilly can imagine them getting ready for a timed photo on an old camera, Courfeyrac’s blurred hand making a peace sign right as the shutter closes.

The rest of the photos are just as haphazard, speedily taken, often candid, of different members of Les Amis and of people Feuilly assumes are Courfeyrac’s family. He notices right away that he is in none of these photos, and his heart aches. There’s space in the middle of the wall, however, for a new photo.

“We have a camera for tonight, too,” Courfeyrac says, pulling Feuilly away, “so you can take as many as you like. I want to get some with you, if that’s okay. I’d love to add some photos of you with everyone to my wall.”

He reaches over to the coffee table where his camera sits, and turns it around to take a selfie.

“Smile!” he says, wrapping an arm around Feuilly and grinning so wide his eyes scrunch closed. Feuilly laughs as the trigger pulls, and Courfeyrac turns the camera around to see a blurry photo of them laughing together.

“Perfect!”

Feuilly smiles and shakes his head. Jehan comes bouncing over, Combeferre in tow, still holding their Tupperware boxes.

“Oh, my food!” Feuilly says, taking the box from Jehan. “Where do I put it?”

“Ah,” Courfeyrac says, “come and see where the magic happens.”

The kitchen seems to be in some kind of organised chaos, three pans on the stove and another waiting, the oven on, a slow cooker set up to the side, and a mini fridge on the floor marked “halal”. The pans on the stove each have “dairy” written on their handles, and Courfeyrac pulls Feuilly over.

“Let me give you the grand tour,” he says, pointing to the first pan, “this is chai on the go, it’s Bossuet’s mother’s recipe, it’s really good,” they turn to the next pan, frying what looks like doughnuts – “this is gulab jamun, Bossuet’s again. He and Joly have been here for a few hours, and Musichetta will be over soon. She’s bringing veggie samosas.”

The next pan is boiling some pasta, and Feuilly stares over it, watching it intently.

“I tried my hand at gluten free pasta for the first time this year,” Courfeyrac says, “it’s gone pretty well, considering. That’s trofie, I have some pesto to go with it. My nonna’s recipe, although I had to adapt it to have no pine nuts for Enjolras. She was horrified the first time I told her, but she likes Enjo well enough to let it go.”

Feuilly laughs.

“Ferre says you have to wait a few hours between eating dairy and meat, right?” Courfeyrac says, opening the fridge before they get a reply, “so we have a few dishes waiting for later in the night, or maybe tomorrow if we get that far. Some chicken wings and turkey, and a leg of lamb in the slow cooker.”

“This is…”

“A shit tonne of food?” Courfeyrac asks, grinning. “Last year we barely had enough to go round, so everyone’s kind of overcompensated this year.”

“I’ve never seen so much food in my life,” Feuilly says sincerely, “I might not be able to manage much, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Courfeyrac says, putting an arm around him, “there’s no judgement about how little or how much you eat, and there’ll be leftovers anyway if you want to take some how with you. No pressure at all, we just want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks, Courf,” Feuilly says, relaxing a little. “What should I do with this?” he lifts his Tupperware box and Courfeyrac smiles.

“What did you make?” they ask, opening a cupboard.

“Knishes,” he says, passing Courfeyrac the box, “They’re gluten free and vegetarian, I hope they’re okay.”

“That sounds great!” he says, laying them out on the plate. “You wanna put them on the table? I have a challah to put out too that my sister made. I’m so glad she can bake, the last time I tried to make gluten free challah it came out like shortbread.”

Feuilly snorts.

“It was meant to be a surprise for Ferre last year,” they say, “but I had to get Chiara to send some over from Marseille in the end. She’s lucky she got the good baking genes.”

Enjolras and Combeferre make their way into the kitchen soon after, Enjolras carrying a bag of drinks for the fridge. He sees Feuilly and smiles warmly.

“Ah, Feuilly,” he says, putting the drinks down, “I was hoping I could catch you in private for a second, if that’s okay?”

“Uh,” Feuilly laughs nervously, looking at Combeferre and Courfeyrac. “I guess, is everything okay?”

“Oh, yes! Everything’s fine, I just wanted to clear something up with you.” He doesn’t stop looking nervous, and it makes Feuilly’s stomach churn with worry. Maybe he shouldn’t have come after all, maybe he’s out of place here.

He follows Enjolras into the spare room, where he shuts the door and sits on the bed, inviting Feuilly to sit next to him.

“Sorry to drag you away like this,” Enjolras says, finally looking him in the eye. “I promised everyone there’d be no shop talk so I’ll keep this quick but I think it’s important.” He takes a deep breath. “Feuilly, it’s come to my attention that you’ve been feeling isolated from the group? Like you’re not one of us, or you’re not wanted at our events, or something?”

“Oh,” Feuilly says, looking away and blushing. “Well, it’s all been cleared up now, it’s not a big deal. I just didn’t realise you all wanted me around as much as you do, it’s nothing, I promise. It’s behind me, I’ve been made welcome, I swear.”

“Don’t worry,” Enjolras says, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. “I just wanted to know, so we can find a way to make you feel more welcome. We thought it was obvious you were part of the core group, I’m sorry we’ve neglected to make it clear to you.”

Feuilly shrugs.

“It’s not your fault my schedule is so tight, I just can’t always make it to meetings, or to meals out, or… that’s not your problem.”

“We’ve been pushing you away,” Enjolras counters, “and we didn’t realise. We’re going to try and work with your schedule better in the new year, and we’re going to do some more budget-friendly things that you can attend. We want you there, Feuilly, we always miss you when you can’t make events.”

“I don’t want to make things overcomplicated,” Feuilly says, pulling at his nails. “Really, it’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a big deal to us,” Enjolras says, the frown evident in his voice. “We’re going to make it work, for all of us. Please, promise me you’ll tell one of us if you feel excluded like that again?”

Feuilly thinks about it a moment, and then nods.

“Thank you,” Enjolras says, smiling. “Now, shall we go back and join the party?”

“Fee!” Jehan comes bouncing over when Enjolras and Feuilly walk back into the front room, opening its arms for him. “Combeferre is breaking out the charades and me and Bahorel need a third, would you do the honours?”

“I take it that means I’m with Courf and Ferre?” Enjolras asks, tiredly.

“I’m afraid so,” Jehan says, grinning, “you’re already spoken for, I’m afraid, no escaping.”

“You don’t seem the charades type,” Feuilly says to Enjolras.

“I’m not,” he laughs, “but Combeferre and Courfeyrac won’t take no for an answer, and we can at least understand each other in times like this. It’s just awful when I have to mime. You guys are going to beat us, easy.”

Surprisingly, they don’t. Despite Feuilly’s best acting and gesticulating (“it’s a fucking kangaroo, Bahorel, what else has feet like this and bounces like this and has a pouch?” “Oh, that’s what it was, I thought you were pregnant”) Bahorel is terrible at guessing. Enjolras, Combeferre and Courfeyrac, on the other hand, are unstoppable. They have some kind of psychic connection, and the second one starts acting, the others are on their exact wavelength, guessing after seconds.

After an hour, Feuilly, Jehan and Bahorel retire, thoroughly decimated, leaving the other three to bask in their glory. Even with Enjolras’s terrible miming, they overwhelmingly won. Watching the three of them together, Feuilly smiles. They move around each other and interact like they know each other’s every move inside out, like a well-oiled machine. One day, he thinks he could be like that, with all of them.

“Fee, Baz!” Jehan grabs each of their hands and tugs them over to Courfeyrac’s camera. “Come on, let’s get some photos.”

He squishes Feuilly and Bahorel together tightly to get some clumsy, cheesy photos of them, some with Bahorel kissing Feuilly’s cheek, and one where Bahorel kisses him hard and Jehan captures the surprised-but-delighted look on Feuilly’s face. Courfeyrac watches them from the other side of the room, Combeferre falling asleep on his shoulder. They see Jehan turn the camera around to them and grin, leaning down to kiss Combeferre’s hair for the photo.

When Grantaire and Musichetta finally arrive, Jehan bounds over and gives its partner a sound kiss on the lips, pulling him in for more photos with the three of them. Feuilly makes sure to get as many cheesy ones of them as Jehan did of him and Bahorel, and by the end he’s sure Courfeyrac’s camera must be full of just photos of the four of them.

Finally, Courfeyrac wrangles the camera back and calls for everyone together.

“Come on, Feuilly to the front, please!” he says, putting the camera on a tripod and setting the timer. Feuilly blushes, looking nervously at Bahorel.

“Oh, come on then,” Bahorel laughs, dropping down on his knees in front of Joly and Bossuet so he doesn’t block anyone’s view from next to Feuilly.

“Okay, everyone smile now,” Courfeyrac says, pressing the shutter and running to the front next to Feuilly just in time for the photo to take.

“Oh, come on, Bossuet was blinking,” he grumbles, adjusting the angle and motioning for them all to squeeze in closer. “Okay, one more.”

“Yes, dad,” Bahorel grins, receiving a middle finger and a ruffle of his hair.

The second photo is more successful, and Courfeyrac jumps up again before they have time to disperse.

“Wait, wait!” they say, and the resounding groan makes them laugh. “Come on, just one more! A silly one, we have to do a silly one!”

The silly one ends up being a mix of laughing and groaning faces, and Courfeyrac diving in front of Enjolras just in time to be a blur on the photo.

“Okay, this one goes on the wall,” he says, after flicking through the few he has. “It’s perfect, half of you are having a great time and half of you are ready to kill me. That’s the way it should be!”

When most of Les Amis have dispersed, Enjolras, Feuilly and Bahorel sit cuddled on the couch with some steaming tea, Courfeyrac and Combeferre on the floor in front of them.

“Well this was a success, wasn’t it?” Courfeyrac asks, leaning into Combeferre and sipping their tea. “The best one we’ve ever done.”

Combeferre snorts.

“The second one we’ve ever done.”

“Hush, you,” Courfeyrac grumbles, “I think what made the biggest difference was having you here, Fee.”

Feuilly blushes and shakes his head.

“Shut up,” he laughs, “I don’t make that much difference.”

“You do too,” Bahorel grumbles, knocking him with his elbow.

“You complete us, Fee,” Courfeyrac says, smiling. “You’re the last piece in the puzzle, you temper the rest of us. Especially this one.” He gestures to Bahorel and receives an obscene gesture in return.

“It really has made a difference,” Enjolras says, “and I hope you’re able to come to more meetings in the future. We’ll make it more accessible for you, Feuilly, don’t hold back on telling us whatever changes you need.”

Feuilly smiles warmly, closing his eyes and resting his head on Bahorel’s shoulder.

“You guys can stay here tonight, if you want,” Combeferre says, “We have the couch, and the spare room.”

Feuilly thinks about it a moment, then looks up at Bahorel. Bahorel, in turn, is subtly smirking down at Feuilly raising an eyebrow.

Feuilly rolls his eyes and kisses Bahorel’s shoulder.

“Thanks, but I think we’re gonna head back to my place,” he says, standing and pulling Bahorel up after him.

Courfeyrac grins wolfishly.

“Yeah, you two look like you have something real important to get back to.”

Bahorel flips Courfeyrac off with one hand, winding the other arm round Feuilly’s waist and pulling him close.

“Good night, dickhead. Happy new year.”

[i-didnt-do-1t]

hihi how’re you

7. "You okay? You're never this quiet.” For the sick prompts please (if possible with splasher somewhere please hes my little guy but if not that’s also okay wbwbw)

Hello! I am good! I hope I did your boy justice!! thank you for the prompt!

It had been collectively decided, for whatever reason, that Race was designated babysitter.

If he was being honest, he didn’t mind. They were good kids, a little loud maybe and in the habit of causing trouble but what could he say, he was old by their standard and still loud and causing trouble every so often. Passing judgement wouldn’t be fair.

He surveyed the lodging house bunk room as he stepped through the door, finished selling for the day and sent back to the house to keep an eye on a couple of the younger ones who had got rid of their papes quick thanks to the good headline and headed home.

Tumbler, Splasher and Les all sat in a circle toward the back of the room, laughing amongst themselves at something that Race missed but he headed toward them anyway and planted a hand on top of Splasher’s head, ruffling his hair despite his attempts to duck away; he didn’t groan out in annoanyce though, or turn to bat away Race’s hand like he got into the habit off a few weeks back and Race felt himself frown but didn’t say anything.

“What’re youse up to?”

Tumbler looked up at him. “Making our bets fr’ tomorrow.”

Oh.

“What?”

Les looked at him like he was stupid, a look far to reminiscent of Davey. “Our bets. Splasher won today.”

He look down at the kid next to him, pale faced and dark eyed, and frowned again as he nudged his shoulder. “That right Splasher?”

He didn’t even get a proper answer, just a hum of agreement.

and Race took a moment to study him properly, his grey washed skin, and slumped shoulders, the way he was staring a little hazy eyed at nothing in particular.

He nudged him again softly, and waited till Splasher looked up at him with wide, tired eyes.

“You okay? You’re never this quiet.”

For a moment Splasher just stared like he was trying to process his question then-

“I don’t feel good.”

Race tried to not let his frown pull at his face. Splasher had seemed fine the day before, but he guessed it was always easy to pick something up.

He hunkered down next to them and pressed a hand to Splasher’s forehead, feeling the eyes of Tumbler and Les on the back of his neck.

“You’re pretty warm.” He said. “Wanna go lie down?”

Splasher stared again for a moment before he nodded, and pushed himself off the end of Tumbler’s bunk, crossing the barely person wide space to his own and flopped onto it.

“I gotta sell later though.” He said, and his voice was muffled on account of the fact that he was face down in a pillow but Race could pick up enough of it.

“Nah you don’t. We got you covered for tonight alright?”

“You sure?”

“Course’”

Splasher didn’t move, didn’t react. Race took that as a sign to clear out and let him sleep, hopefully by the time he woke up he’d be feelin’ better. He turned back to Les and Tumbler and grinned. “I ever taught yous how to cut a card deck?”

Judging by the glance they shared and the equally as impish smiles they shot back at him, he assumed the answer was no.

“Alright, head outside. I’ll catch youse up in a moment.”

For a second the room was filled with the noise of shoes battering the wooden floor and the slam of a door.

And then it was silent.

Race glanced at Splasher again, grabbed the blanket bunched up at the end of his bed and pulled it up to his shoulders and frowned once more as he pressed his hand once again to his too hot forehead.

“Sleep well Splasher.”

[batllethinker]

thinking about Kyra tiring herself out and just crawling over and flopping onto Leah’s lap and sucking at any part of Le she can reach to fall asleep

Le doesn't even mind and will refuse to move until she herself has fallen asleep, leaving Lia to try to get them both to bed without waking either of them