#I started writing before I could physically WRITE.

[sugawhaaa]

Now that I am not an anon anymore I have to share a Leeknow headcannon I have.

I think that (especially husband Lee Know) does those little sexy dances he does on you.

Whether you are just chilling on the couch and he just gives you a little lap dance or you guys are cooking something. Istg that man will do those moves and wiggle his eyebrows and wink at you while he does it.

There’s a reason the others said he has the most rizz (also I kinda hate the word rizz but idc rn)

Love ya💗🫶🏼

LEE KNOW ONE-SHOT

🍯•[your favorite]•🍯

Warnings//genre:: mentions knives (cooking) smut, lap dance (?) Oral (f rec) creampie, kitchen sex, praise and degradation

Pairing:: dom!husband!minho x sub!wife!reader

A/N:: HEHE okay so I've thought of this prompt before for minho (and other members) but I never committed to it bc it is such a hard prompt to write for in my opinion but since it was a request I had to. but I love stepping out of my comfort zone!! tbh best part of reqs is when I lowkey doubt if I can even finish writing the fic

Skz masterlist:: 🍯

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As much as Minho tries to act like he's all cool and stern he is a little manwhore for attention, especially attention from his lovely wife. You'll be anywhere and he's glancing up at you 24/7 and anytime he gets the chance to brush his shoe or arm up against you, he'll take it.

Currently you're in the kitchen, cutting up some vegetables for dinner as the pan sizzles beside you. Minho comes up behind you, pressing his body up against yours, and wraps his hands around your waist. "Smells good baby," He cooes in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. "What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see," You smirk and he rolls his eyes with a little huff. "That's what you always tell me," You shrug as Minho rolls off of you, leaning back against the counter next to you. You notice his staring gaze as you stay laser focused on mincing the vegetables to perfection.

"You're so hot when you're focused," He tilts his head as he continues to stare at you, eyes never wavering. "The way your eyes stay fixated, the slight furrow of your brows, the way your lips look so relaxed and natural," He rubs his thigh up against you as you try to focus. "C'mon baby, look at me," Minho raises his knee higher, brushing up against your inner thigh and you jump, the flow of your hands interrupted. You turn to look at him and there it is, the mischevious little grin.

"Minho," You say in a warning tone, like Minho was getting into something he wasn't supposed to.

"Mmm, yes?" He smiles, as if he was innocent.

"I'm trying to cook dinner," You sigh and he fake pouts before smirking.

"And I'm trying to get you all riled up, is it working?" He chuckles and you huff. He in fact was turning you on, way too much. You good feel the stir in your stomach, the excitement bubbling up and threatening to spill over and make you do something you'll regret. "Come on~ Dinner can wait," He takes your hand, plucking your fingers off the knife, before setting the knife down.

"You're so..." You try to come up with some kind of insult but the way he looks at you, that little grin and eyes full of promise and lust, you just can't resist. "Fine," You huff and turn off the stove and you watch as the smile spreads across his face.

"Yay!" He cheers before taking your hand, pulling you over to the dining table. He pulls out a chair. "Sit, sit," He encourages with that little grin and you know what you're in for.

"What do you have in mind?" You sit down and look up at him.

"Your favorite," He smirks and you look a little confused. What did he mean by your favorite? That could be a lot of things really. Suddenly the room filled with some of your favorite songs Minho plays during intimate hours and you thought that's what he meant by your favorite, but he started dancing. Not some kind of jig, a slow sensual dance that highlighted all of his best physical features. You found your eyes drawn to his hips. The way he moves them in a slow yet powerful thrust showcases his practice with such movement.

"Minho," You say under your breath, utterly inticed by his hypnotic and erotic dance.

"Shh, baby," he approaches you on your little throne, putting a hand to the head of the chair and the other to your lips. "Just watch, your eyes tell me everything," He trails his hands down to your thighs before grabbing your knees and parting your legs. You jump at the sudden urgency in his actions compared to his slow sensual dance. He makes quick work of your pants and panties. The music still rings in the back ground as his lips approach your aching core. He lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, making you slip down the chair a little.

Minho grins at your little gasp before bury his head between your legs, taking one long lick up your folds. A soft moan escapes your lips at the relief of his mouth on your throbbing pussy, but Minho doesn't keep it relaxing for long. He follows the pace of the music, as it gets more intense so does his methods, slurping and sucking on your folds.

"Minho!" You jump as his nose presses up against your clit as his tongue pokes in and out of your slit as far as it can. You grab a fistful of his hair as your head falls back, your chest heaving more and more with each moan. Minho brings his hands up to spread your folds a little more, pulling at the skin before sticking his tongue in deeper. You let out a little squeal as you feel his tongue rubbing up against your g-spot and his nose puts pressure against your clit. Your legs tremble with the intensity of your orgasm as the song comes to a perfect end.

Minho licks up your mess before pulling himself up to his feet, standing over you. As the next song begins he practically sits on top of you, grinding his bulge against your dripping cunt, soaking his pants in your wetness. You feel the throb of his cock, begging to be released.

"Do you want my cock baby?" He teases and you nod with a whimper.

"Yes, please," You look up at him as he grinds his hips against yours, following the music once again.

"You're gonna have to beg a little more than that angel," He chuckles and you whine at the torture of his cock being right there but not inside you.

"Please minho," You plead, tugging at his shirt like a kitten. He tilts his head as he looks down at you, seeming amused by your pleading tugs. "I-I need your cock, minho~" You whine, a little louder this time and he smirks, clearly loving this dynamic. You bring your hands down to his black jeans, kneading at the fabric separating the two of you.

"You're so cute when you beg," He chuckles before stepping back. He takes off his shirt in the slowest way possible, teasing you as every inch of fabric reveals more and more of his toned body. He then unbuckles his belt, sliding it out of the hoops before tossing it aside. His jeans then follow suit, left discarded to the side. "Get up darling," He takes your hand and pulls you up before bending you over the table. He runs a hand over the curve of your ass before leaning down, his cock pressing up against your thigh. "You're gonna take everything I'm gonna give you, right?"

"Yes," You whine softly making him chuckle lowly.

"Good girl," He pats your ass, not hard, but just as a form of praise. He rubs the head of his cock against your folds a few times before finally easing inside you. He nestles his cock nice and deep, resting there for a while as you moan softly. He begins to slowly move in and out of you, once again following the pace of the music, but each thrust is deep and hard, making the table jiggle. As you rest against the table your eyes roll back, your lip tucked between your teeth.

"Just like that," You moan, "It feels so good," Your voice is higher pitched than usual, showing your desperation and pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that?" He smirks, his voice taunting. "When I fuck deep," He punctuates his words with a deep thrust, your body jumping up the table.

"Fuck!" You bury your face into your arm. "Yes, please don't stop!" You cry out as his hips move faster. The thing about Minho's thrusts is that he doesn't just go fast and hard, he has a method to how he thrusts, almost like rolling his hips, so his cock rubs up against all the right places. You feel your legs begin to tremble again, shaking beneath you.

"You close baby?" He teases, whispering in your ear, "But we just started baby," He chuckles, his hand slithers around to your clit. "It's alright, I'll have plenty of time to tease you later tonight," He growls in your ear as he rubs your clit harder and faster. "c'mon baby, let it out," He encourages in a low voice as your head begins to spin. You feel the crash of your orgasm as you let out long and high pitched moans. "Good girl," He praises before letting out a groan, emptying inside you. "fuck, yes, take it baby," He buries himself inside you, riding out the waves of pleasure with you.

After catching your breath he pulls himself up and gently slips out of you. "There, how you feeling now?" He smiles as he watches you get up, your head spinning.

"Above the fucking clouds," you chuckle and he laughs at you.

"So what were you cooking?" He says as he walks over the counter, still naked, making you chuckle to yourself.

"I was going to surprise you with your favorite meal for dinner," you smile as you sit down on the chair. Minho puts on a little apron to cover himself before washing his hands and continuing to cook dinner for you.

"Gosh, well I guess I spoiled the surprise,"

[fizzing-imagines]

I totally understand you I have been dealing with my depression this is and isn't good.

I hope you feel better soon.

I have few ideas for Eddie, feel free to ignore, and please don't put pressure on yourself to write your mental health is more important.

• Maybe they are best friends and ended up sleeping together and the reader got pregnant

• Or maybe Eddie is dating Dustin's older sister, and she got pregnant.

Like I said feel free to ignore.

And take care of yourself ❤️ you're a amazing person 😘

Teen Pregnancy Series | Eddie Munson x Henderson! Reader

Notes: This took me a bit longer than expected, but your request helped a lot! I combined them a bit, I hope you enjoy!

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of abortion, some medical stuff at the end but no blood, pregnancy

"Dustin, get out!", you screamed as your brother burst through the bathroom door. This wouldn't have been this terrible if it wasn't for one crucial fact;

The pregnancy test in your hand.

"(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing?!", he yelled back as you shoved him out and slammed the door shut. "Shut up!", you yelled through the door as he kept knocking. After locking the door, you finally got to take a good look at the test result: Positive. Fuck.

"(Y/N), please, I really need to pee! I won't tell mom!" The test slipped in the pocket of your sweatpants before opening the door and rushing into your room. As you sat on the bed and starred at the two lines, tears started streaming down your face. How could this happen? You were always careful.

And the worst part is, Eddie is the father. Your brothers role model.

The friendship between Eddie and you was no less than extremely physical. Every time you two hung out, which must've been at least three times a week, you two ended up sleeping together.

And how would you tell him? Eddie was your friend, he was been since you were a freshman and he was a sophomore, and you knew that he tends to freak out easily.

But the very worst part was that you started developing feelings for him a few months ago. Sleeping with him didn't exactly help with that, but you'd rather keep it as it is than loose him completely.

"(Y/N)?", your little brother said from behind your door. "Go away.", you replied while trying to cover your shaky voice. It didn't work. "(Y/N), come on. I know what's going on, you know I'm smart." And of course Dustin wouldn't back down either. With a sigh, you got up and opened the door to your room. "What?", you asked. Your brother walked in without asking and sat down on your bed. "Dustin, this isn't a therapy session, I'm just really-"

"Pregnant?", he said to finish your sentence. "I know what that looks like, don't try to lie." Why would he know that? "Are you okay?"

You closed the bedroom door and sat down next to him. "I'll be fine, Dusty. Don't worry." He picked up the pregnancy test from where you left it and looked at it again. "Are you keeping it?", Dustin continued. "Jesus, you always ask so many question.", you groaned as you laid down on your back. Your little brother did the same, so now both of you were watching your slightly flickering lamp.

"You know who's the dad?", he asked again after a bit. However, you remained quiet. "(Y/N), this is your brother. Who's the father, do you copy?", Dustin continued. "Dustin, this is your older sister. It doesn't matter, over.", you finally replied, to which he groaned and rolled onto his stomach. "Do you not know?!", your brother asked dramatically. "Do you really think that low of me?", you asked. "I know, but it's none of your business."

"I'm that babies uncle, I think it's all of my business."

"Dustin, get out.", you said in a stern tone. He knew better than to keep asking, so he got up and left.

"Love you, (Y/N).", your little brother said before leaving the room.

"Love you, too, Dustin.", you replied.

"With Eddie Munson!? What were you thinking!?", your mother yelled at you. Now that you had a sonogram and knew how far along you were the conversation with your mum was inevitable at this point. "It's not like I planned it...", you mumbled under tears. "Damn right you didn't! How can such a smart girl make such a dumb mistake!?", she continued screaming. Neither of you knew that Dustin was listening from the top of the stairwell. "Mom, please stop...", you whimpered, still crying. Eddie still didn't know about the life growing inside you, and you honestly didn't want to. How would he react? He's been held back twice and sells drugs for extra money. As much as you didn't want to admit it, he isn't exactly father material. "Do you really expect him to be a good and reliable father?", she asked. While her tone was still loud, at least the screaming stopped. "I don't know..." Your mother sat down next to you while you replied in a mumbled tone. "Well, when you get an abortion, I don't mind paying part of it.", she said. You looked at her with a look of disbelief. "When I get an abortion?", you asked.

"Do you actually want to keep it?", she asked.

"Yes mom, I'm keeping it."

As she took a breath in to reply, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it.", you mumbled while getting up and walking away from the kitchen table. Behind the door stood Eddie with a slightly worried look. "Hey.", he said. "Your, uh, coworker said you're sick so I got you ginger ale." Eddie handed you the white plastic bag he held in his hand. "Thanks.", you replied with a small smile as you took the bag from his hand.

"Is that Eddie?", your mother asked as she walked up from behind. "Mom, not now.", you said while looking over your shoulder. "Oh no, by all means. I'd really like some answers!" She huddled him in, while he just looked confused. "Mom, stop-", you continued, but she didn't stop. "How do you plan on caring for a child?!" was the only thing she said before you finally raised your voice. "I haven't told him!", you yelled at your mom. The whole room fell silent, with Eddie looking back and forth between you and your mother. You could clearly see how he pieced together the two sentences that have just been said.

"You're pregnant?", he finally asked. You nodded reluctantly. Finally, your mother read the room and left you two alone.

"I'm at four weeks.", you told him. The silence in the room was oddly loud as both of you just looked at each other.

"So...what are you gonna do?", he finally asked. Your hand went on your stomach instinctively, which was what confirmed your initial decision. "I'm keeping it. And there's nothing that can make me change my mind." A small smile played on his lips before he took your free hand in his. "Good. There's...nobody I'd rather have an unplanned child with." You raised an eyebrow at his words. "One might say you're flirting with me, Mr. Munson." He laughed a bit at your words. "Maybe I am.", he replied.

"Come on, let's talk upstairs.", you said as you walked him in. Truth be told, this was the first time you had him in your room. "Leave the door open!", your mother yelled from the living room.

"He can't get me double-pregnant!", you yelled back.

"I think it's a boy.", you said while braiding small strands of Eddies hair. He had his head on your chest and one hand on your stomach while both of you laid in your bed. It made you wonder; friends don't lay together like this. Not even if they have benefits. "You know I won't care what it is, but I really want a girl." You smiled a bit at his wish while imagining him with a little mini-him. Eddie moved his head so he was looking up at you, with which he ruined the tiny braid you were working on. "I haven't asked you to...well, uh..." You smiled, hoping he was going to ask you what you so desperately wanted to hear. "You put a baby in me, I don't think there's any uncomfortable questions." He laughed a bit before sitting upright, and you did the same. Luckily, there was barely a bump yet that could get in your way. "Well, I really like spending time with you. A lot, actually. And I had feelings for you for a while before, well, all this." A small laugh left your mouth. "I'm not good at this, don't laugh!", Eddie complained.

"I'm laughing because I feel the same and didn't know how to tell you.", you admitted. Now he smiled while pulling you into a hug. "Good. Because anything else would've made this awkward." You snuggled into his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat. His body was so warm, so comforting that you can see yourself like this every night for the rest of your life. "I got a 2-in-1 deal then, huh?", you joked after a bit while looking up. Eddie, however, looked a bit confused. "A boyfriend and a baby at the same time.", you added. A stiffled laugh left his mouth. "You're corny, (Y/N).", he said while laying back again with you in his arms.

"It's only getting worse from here.", you replied.

"So, everything looks fine for 12 weeks.", your OBGYN said as she looked at the ultrasound. Eddie was sitting next to you, closely looking at the screen that showed your baby. "Oh...wait...", she then said. Both you and Eddie shared a look before you spoke up: "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, but it looks like there's two babies."

Your eyes went wide while trying to see another baby on the screen. But there it was, very visible next to their sibling. "We're having twins?", Eddie asked, just to be sure. "Yes, I can definetly tell you that. See, there's baby one." She pointed at the first baby. "And there's baby two." Then at the other.

Both if you were quiet until you got into his van. But your boyfriend kept looking at the sonogram he held tightly between two fingers. "Twins, huh.", he finally said after shutting the cardoor behind him. "That's a curveball." You looked over at him with a worried look, but he was grinning. "Two babies at the same time, with my girlfriend? That's more than I could've ever asked for." The grin on his face was wide, more than you ever expected. Your hand found his, but his gaze never left the sonogram. "What if you get your boy and I get my girl?" You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I bet we will."

"If we have a girl, can we name her Lizzie?" He finally looked at you with sparkling eyes. "Why Lizzie?", you asked. It was then that Eddie realized that he never really told you about his family or his upbringing. "My mother, well...her name was Elizabeth. My father always called her Liz. I'll tell you more when we're home, but I thought maybe Lizzie would be a good name to memorise her." You ran your thumb over the back of his hand while listening to his explanation.

"Lizzie is a beautiful name.", you said. "Maybe, if we have a boy, we can name him Wayne?"

Eddie leaned over to kiss you. "You're even more perfect than I could've ever imagined."

"Steve, really, I can handle it.", you said while carrying three movies in your hands. Ever since your coworker Steve found out that you were pregnant, he was extremely careful around you. "Tell me if you need help.", he said watching you walk around the aisles of the video store. "I even got a little shelf to hold them, don't worry." In an attempt to make him laugh, you balanced the boxes on your 22-week pregnancy belly. "Now that's an advantage.", Robin commented with a laugh. She leaned against the shelf right next to you. "So, you got the genders yet?"

"Not yet. They just won't lay right." She laughed a bit at your words. "Still can't believe you're gonna be a mom.", Robin said with a small smile. The moment was ruined with Steve starting to talk. "And with Eddie Munson out of all people." Both you and Robin looked over at him from behind the shelves. "Choose your next words wisely, he's still my boyfriend." You put away the last VHS box before walking back to the counter. While you logged the movies in the computer as returned, Steve stood next to you. "I'm just saying, it's a bit surprising." Robin joined the both of you behind the counter while pulling up a stool for you to sit on. You thanked her before sitting down. "I think Steve is hitting on you.", she joked with her signature grin. He put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. "Why would date someone who's pregnant?"

"So you wouldn't date moms?", you teased.

"What? No, I mean- You're in a relationship and pregnant, that's immoral."

"I think he doesn't want to date moms.", Robin whispered to you.

"I would date moms, just not (Y/N).", Steve continued to defend himself. Robin and you shared a look, knowing that he fell for your teasing again. "You're messing with me again, aren't you?" Robin and you started laughing at his realisation. He scoffed before going into the back, presumable to get more returned movies, while you kept typing on the computer.

You looked up once you heard the bell from the entrance door ring, which meant a customer walked in. Said customer was your boyfriend Eddie. "Hey there.", you said with a grin before kissing him on the lips. "How's my favourite girl?", he asked with a grin. "Better now.", you replied while walking around the counter. "Schools already over?"

"Yeah, the last two classes were cancelled because they couldn't find a sub. I was gonna ask you if we wanna have a movie night later so I can buy food for us." A wide grin spread on your face at his suggestion. "I'd like that very much. What movie?" Your boyfriend said his thoughts out loud. "You don't really like horror right now, so maybe we can agree on Scarface?" Robin walked up behind him to grab the movies Steve brought back out. "Isn't the first rule of having a pregnant girlfriend to do anything she wants?", she commented while walking by. Eddie looked at her a bit dumbfounded before looking back at you. "Lucky you, I like Scarface so it's fine." Your boyfriend held you by your hips while pulling you closer, although the bump was getting in the way. "Read my mind, didn't you?", he said with a grin. As he leaned in for a kiss, you could feel one of the babies kicking. They started doing that this week, and it was honestly still a bit weird. At the same time, you loved to feel the little lives growing inside of you. And when Eddie was close to you like this, he could feel them too. "I'm just glad they stopped kicking my bladder. Although their sibling might be planning that right now." Both of you laughed a bit before Eddie leaned in for another kiss. "Are they kicking?", Robin interrupted excitedly. You and your boyfriend broke the kiss to look at her. "You promised I could touch your belly if they do!", your friend and coworker continued. With a raised eyebrow, Eddie looked over at you. "I did promise that.", you confirmed before turning sideways from your boyfriend. There was a childlike look on Robins face when she felt the babies kick against your stomach. Meanwhile, Eddie watched the smile grow on your face, and he realized how lucky he was to have you. The pregnancy was everything else but planned, yet he has never felt as happy as he did now.

"With any luck, we'll find our the genders in two weeks.", you said, which pulled Eddie out of his train of thoughts. "Dustin keeps bugging me about it, more than them." You gave a small nod in the direction of Steve and Robin.

"Did they tell you?", Dustin immediately asked as you walked through the front door. He came out of nowhere and scared you a bit. "Fuckin' hell Dustin, you'll get me into early labour like that.", you said. Eddie was trotting behind you with an idiotic grin on his face. That's all Dustin needed to see to know that you finally found out. "Sorry.", he still said in a truly regretful tone. Dustin even helped you get out of your jacket and took your bag from you. "Alright. We're having one boy and one girl." The look of excitement on his face was unmatched. Barely anything ever made him as happy as what you just told him. "And in an added plottwist, you can go and look for something in my bag." He was still grinning like an idiot while looking through your bag. Between papers from your doctor, your sunglasses and lip balm, he found a trucker cap that read 'Favorite Uncle'. "No way!", he said loudly with a wide grin. "(Y/N), no way!", he continued. "Yes way, Dustin.", you said before he jumped into your arms for a big hug. "We know you'll be a great uncle." He was still grinning like a cheshire cat by the time he let you go and immediately switch the cap currently on his head for the new one.

The next few months were an absolute dream. Eddie was attentive and took the best care of you, despite still being in school. His grades got better, and as far as you knew he stopped dealing. While the living situation with a baby would be hard at your moms with Eddie there too, it didn't matter that much. He promised to get a job as soon as he graduated.

However, it all came crumbling down when the police knocked at your door one morning. "(Y/N) Henderson?", the officer asked. "That's me. Did something happen?" You saw what was going on in Hawkins on the TV just half an hour ago, and it made you worry. Dustin left right after, so your first thought was that something happened to him. "May we come in? It would be best to sit down for this." You let the two officers in and walked behind them, although even walking was hard for you now. The twins were at 35 weeks now, and you were about ready to pop any day. The three of you sat down at the dinner table while you felt the anxiety raise in you. "What's going on?", you asked them while trying to find a comfortable sitting position. "Your boyfriend is Edward Munson, correct?", the officer started. This made a cold shiver run down your spine. "Yeah, he is. Did something happen to him?"

"He is our main suspect in a murder case.", he simply stated. Unexpectedly, you started laughing. "Wow, that's just...that's peak comedy.", you said under laughter. "Eddie wouldn't hurt a fly, even though he acts like it." But neither one of the officers laughed, or even seemed to appreciate your laughter. "This isn't a joke, Ms. Henderson. We're currently looking for him and need you to tell us his location." This was actually unbelievable to you. "I don't know where he is. He told me he'll go to his uncles after school, and then never came back. I can't tell you more." They were quiet for a bit before speaking again. "Unfortunately, we have reason to believe what you could be possibly hiding him so we'll have to search your house." Once again, you laughed. "This isn't my house, it's my mother's. And I'm not letting you search anything without a warrant." They knew that it was no use to continue talking to you right now, so they left eventually. You still couldn't believe that Eddie was actually the main suspect in a murder case. He would never hurt anyone, especially not now that you could be giving birth any day.

Who else could know where he was?

"Oh god, Eddie!", you said as you fell into his arms. He was fine, but far away from safe. "Are you okay? And the babies?", he asked you while hugging you back. Usually, he was carefully since it was the end of your pregnancy. But right now he held onto you like you were his lifeline. "We're okay. Just scared." Your hands cupped his face before finally kissing him. Now, more than ever, it felt like home. "I swear, I didn't do anything, I promise.", Eddie said, close to tears. Your thumbs ran across his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him. "I know. We'll figure this out, you'll come home and then we can have the happy family we wanted. Okay?" He nodded at your words before hugging you again.

"How many fucking times, he wouldn't do that!", you yelled towards the other parents, including your own mother, while they argued about where the kids could be. "I know this is hard to believe in your circumstances, but-" You scoffed at your mother's words. "My circumstances? Really?", you said in a mocking tone. "I'm carrying your grandkids and you call that a circumstance. Mother of the fucking year." You leaned back on the couch you were sitting on while crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Is everyone here actually dumb enough to not realise how easy it is to break into someones trailer? It could've been anyone!" Most gave you a look of pity, possibly because they thought you were just a pregnant girl who didn't want to admit to her baby daddy's mistakes. "Honey, I get that you're upset but all signs are pointing to him. And now your brother is missing, too." You rolled your eyes already when Mrs. Wheeler called you Honey. "All of you are judgy assholes.", you said while getting up and wanting to leave. As you were grabbing your bag in the hallway, water trickled down your legs. "Oh no. No, no, no.", you said while looking down. Your water undoubtedly broke. "Mom!" She came into the hallway quickly, seeing the state you were in she didn't even need to ask questions. "I'll drive you to the hospital, come on.", she said. Mrs. Sinclair helped you get outside into your mother's car while she was looking for her keys in a hurry. "You'll be fine, it's gonna be okay.", she said in an attempt to calm you down.

You were going into labour, your brother was missing and your boyfriend was wanted for murder.

For weeks, you and your babies have sat besides Eddie's hospital bed. He was greatly injured during the earthquake and barely made it, causing him to fall into a coma. Nobody could tell you when or if he'd ever wake up from it, so there was nothing you could do besides staying by his side. Your twins, Lizzy and Wayne, were extremely calm when the three of you sat beside him. Whenever you were home with them, they couldn't stop crying. It's like they knew their father wasn't with them. "Please wake up...", you whispered while holding his hand. It was horrific to see him connected to so many tubes and machines. At least the police stopped claiming him as a suspect, since the kids said he wasn't there when they found the two other corpses. You don't know if they lied or not, but that really didn't matter right now. On a good note, your house wasn't destroyed during the earthquake. If anything, you could give your kids a roof over their head.

Weeks passed. The twins were eight weeks old when you got a call one morning. Eddie woke up again. Immediately, you packed up the twins and drove to the hospital. They kept crying until the very moment you opened the door to Eddies hospital room. He slowly turned his head and saw you with the stroller in front of you. His face looked sunken in, like he was awake for weeks on end. "Hey, it's (Y/N).", you said with a smile as you came in. Eddie still managed to give you a small smile. "I know my girlfriend.", he mumbled in a raspy voice. You pushed the stroller to his bed and parked it right next to him, giving him perfect view of your twins. They were the first people he took a proper look at before looking back at you. "They're perfect.", he mumbled. You smiled and pushed up a chair to sit down. "Dustin and I took many pictures for you, so you wouldn't miss anything." Lizzie was slowly waking up and opened her eyes, just to finally meet the opened eyes of her father. "Hey Liz, look who's here.", you cooed at her while picking her up. "I can feel my arms. Can I..." Without him needing to day anything further, you put her on his chest. "Don't overdo it. They're quite heavy.", you joked while watching him stroke her back with his hands. "She's a clunker.", he agreed. While he was holding your daughter, you stroked his hair carefully. "I missed you, honey.", you said in a hushed tone. He looked up at you with those eyes you missed so much. "I'm here now. I won't leave you like that again."

"Yeah, you better.", you giggled

"Why do they have to be so much like you?", you complained while crashing into your bed. It took both of you almost an hour to just get your 3-year olds ready for bed, putting them down took almost more than that. "God, I hope the next one comes after me." Eddie chuckled and pulled you close to him, putting his hand on your 6-month baby belly. It was the perfect angle to see his wedding ring in the dim bedroom lighting. "I think you're forgetting that they're Hendersons. Look at how your brother turned out." As much as you loved your brother, you didn't need a second one at home. "I just want one quiet one at least.", you mumbled sleepily. "Then we'll just make many more.", Eddie said with a sly grin. You chuckled a bit while cuddling up to him. "I'll have as many as we can with you.", you said before a soft knock interrupted the two if you. The twins stood in the doorway. "Can we sleep here?", Wayne whispered. "Sure, get in here.", Eddie said before helping both into your bed. As hyper as they are, both were calmest while cuddling with their parents. While Lizzie laid next to his father, Wayne was cuddled up to you and fell asleep again rather quickly. Lizzie snorred soon after as well.

"We have great kids.", Eddie said after a while. You hummed in agreement.

"They're pretty amazing."

[marauder-misprint]

congrats on 500!!! can i get number 23 from the dialogue prompts with sirius black? thanks love!

²³⁾ “i’d sell my soul for you, babe.”

Thank you for the request, lovely! I debated doing an established relationship for this one, but I really really really like writing confessions of feelings ❤︎

His Happiness

Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader

2.0k words

cw: fluff, mutual pining?

Your friendship with Sirius was affectionate. 

You were always a physical person, hugging people as a way of greeting them and holding hands was a comfort. Afternoons in the common room would have you snuggled up with one of your friends. Sirius was taken by surprise the first you hugged him; his upbringing didn’t offer the familiarity of soft touches. He almost pulled his hand away the first time you grabbed it out of excitement to show him something. He flinched when you flopped down on the couch and practically laid on him.

But he learned to appreciate the delicacy of it all. He anticipated your warmth around him. As your friendship with him grew, so did how often you were touching. As inseparable from the Marauders as he was, he was just as much with you. You were basically an honorary member. 

One thing you didn’t want to admit to yourself, or Sirius for that matter, was when you realized that your touches with him didn’t feel so platonic anymore. They were more. You wanted more. You just didn’t know how to get that. It wasn’t like you could just tell him or ask that of him. 

No. You certainly could not do that. You’d end up losing the boy who was your best friend. So you would hide your feelings under a mask, bury them so deep that you can almost convince yourself that they don’t even exist in the first place. 

It didn’t help that he was as beautiful as he was. As carefree and funny and bold and intelligent. You weren’t the only girl in the school who liked Sirius. The others seemed to have no problem showing it either, flirting with him before, after and during classes. Whenever they got a chance to be close to him it seemed. He flirted back with them but as far as you knew, that’s all it was, although you assumed girl talk was reserved for when it was only the Marauders in the room. 

“They aren’t dating, just friends,” girls would say in the corridors as you walked to class holding hands with Sirius. “Then why are they always together?”

“Hey, Sirius!” one called as you approached the Charms classroom. 

He dropped your hand without a second thought, turning to the girl with his signature smirk. You knew better than to wait by the door for him. You didn’t want to hear whatever flirtatious comment she would say and how he would respond. It was easier if you just sat down. You could almost pretend that it wasn’t happening. 

“What’d little miss Ravenclaw want?” James asked as Sirius sat down next to him. 

“Oh, you know, the usual.” 

James laughed. You didn’t quite know what ‘the usual’ was exactly but you weren’t a part of the conversation. Not right now, at least. 

“Which is it this time: picnic by the lake or trip to Hogsmeade?” Peter asked seemingly disinterested. 

“Hogsmeade.”

“You going?” Peter asked, just as nonchalantly as before.

“Told her I’d think about it,” Sirius answered as Professor Flitwick moved to the front of the classroom to start the lesson. “Never know if something will come up.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. So ‘the usual’ was a date. You stared at your notebook as if looking anywhere else would physically harm you. If you had turned your head slightly to the right, you would’ve seen Sirius looking at you with a soft expression. 

You didn’t think he did, but Sirius noticed how you started hanging back whenever girls approached him with witty comments and fluttering eyelashes. He didn’t know how to tell you that he wished you would throw a comment like that his way or bat your eyelashes at him. He knew he’d melt if you did. While he didn’t mind the attention from the other girls, they weren’t you. 

The rest of the week pained you. You felt like you were standing in the way Sirius and his future girlfriend, if that was the Ravenclaw girl or not. The comments from the corridors had seeped in a little too deep. ‘Why are they always together?’ You’d make things easier for Sirius. You became quieter. You reduced your touches while still being near him until you stopped that too. It was weird to say the least. You had become so accustomed to having Sirius at your side and in your clutches that putting physical space between you was uncomfortable.

But you knew it had to be done. There was too high of a chance that you and your physicalness with affection were standing in the way of Sirius’ happiness. 

You replaced him with Lily, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas. They accepted you into their circle easily; of course, you were roommates with three of them. You tried to dodge their questions about Sirius with excuses of ‘Just mixing it up’ and ‘Can’t a girl want to hang out with her ladies?’ They seemed to buy it enough. 

Sirius noticed it all. He noticed when you stopped making little comments and telling him every detail of your day from when you were apart. He noticed when you stopped reaching out for his hand and when you scooted away from him if you were sitting or standing close. He noticed when you were no longer spending your spare time with him and the boys. He watched as you went to sit with the girls despite your usual spot next to him being open. He frowned as he looked at you from across the table in the Great Hall and across the room in the common room. He didn’t know what he did to make you go away. 

In your distancing, you didn’t know that Sirius didn’t go on the date with the Ravenclaw. You had been in the phase between lessening your touches and hanging out with the girls more when Saturday came and went. It had now been two weeks since she asked. 

“Where’s your shadow?” Peter asked as Sirius sat down next to James in the Charms classroom. 

The boys had all noticed over the week that you weren’t as present as you usually were. They weren’t going to say anything about it, figuring that there had been a tiff or something and you’d be back. Peter, however, had borrowed your Arithmancy notes and needed to give them back. 

“Uh, I think I saw her outside with McKinnon? Dunno.”

“Dunno,” Remus mocked. “Mate, maybe it’s a conversation for later, but what’d ya to ‘er?”

Sirius threw his head back so his hair hung off his head like curtains. “Nothing!”

“Padfoot,” Remus said in a low voice. 

“What?” His eyes were closed as he tipped his chair onto its back legs. “She’s just, ah, what’d Mary say… mixing it up.” 

James chuckled as you entered the room with Marlene, sitting on the other side of the classroom. 

“Mixing it up or do you have a plague we don’t know about?” he asked, elbowing Sirius in his side. 

“Fuck, Prongs,” Sirius hissed, his chair screeching against the stone floor as he abruptly sat up. 

He saw where you were sitting and he grumbled something incoherent to himself. The boys found it hard to believe that Sirius didn’t do anything, but it was clear that he didn’t know that he had and wasn’t going to accept it. Remus and Peter exchanged curious looks before Peter’s face lit up. He leaned over his desk and poked Sirius’ shoulder. 

“Do me a favor and give her her Arithmancy note back for me after class. Maybe you could, ah, you know, talk to her or something.”

Sirius turned in his chair quickly. Peter held out the notes with a little flourish and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Wormtail, you might be a genius,” Sirius said, taking the notes and shoving them into his bag. 

After the class ended, Sirius haphazardly tossed his things into his bag and hurried after you. You and Marlene had sat closer to the door and disappeared almost instantly after Flitwick dismissed everyone. He spotted you two walking in the direction of the Transfiguration Courtyard. He needed to catch up with  you. 

After jogging to catch up to you, he asked out of breath, “What did I do?”

You stopped walking, looking at Marlene as if she knew what he was talking about. She glanced between the two of you.

“I’ll, um let you talk?” she said awkwardly before leaving you in the semi-privacy of the corridor. 

Sirius grabbed your arm and pulled you into an alcove to be out of the way of other students.

“What did I do?” he repeated. Guilt laced his voice despite not knowing what he was guilty of. 

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

You hated how hurt he sounded. You shifted your weight and looked anywhere but at him. 

“Helping you,” you said softly. “I’m helping you.”

He pressed his hand to his forehead with a sigh.

“Why on this bloody earth would my best friend avoiding me be helping me?”

“I’m clearing the way for you to be happy.” Your voice was still small. 

“I don’t understand.” 

He placed his hands on your shoulders. You took a step back, but he just took a step forward so the distance between you didn’t change. 

“Help me understand,” he pleaded. 

You forced yourself to look him in the eye. His grey eyes were scanning your face for the answers you were withholding from him. 

“The girls,” you start to say, gesturing with your arm to an invisible crowd. “You have a better chance at getting a girlfriend if I’m not around. I hear-” Your voice cracks. “I hear what they say. They debate if we’re together or not since we’re always together. I figured if I wasn’t in the picture, that wouldn’t be an issue. You’d have your pick.”

Sirius took another step toward you and let his hands drop to your elbows and then to your hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands. 

“What if,” he spoke slowly as he stared at your hands, “I already picked?”

“Then she’s a lucky girl.” 

You could feel tears welling in your eyes. He already picked. It was probably that Ravenclaw.

“If she likes me, then I’d say I’m the lucky one.” 

“Of course she likes you,” you said, giving his hands a squeeze and making him look at you again. “Hasn’t she been flirting with you and asking you on dates?” You give him an empty smile. “The usual?”

“That Ravenclaw?” he asked with wide eyes. “No. Godric, no. The girl I’m talking about… She’s much better. She taught me how to be soft and tender and delicate. I’m not sure how she did it, but she did. And she’s been a loud presence in my life since we met. But she’s been avoiding me for a bit and the silence… Love, it’s driving me crazy.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, enough to give you a faint feeling of nausea. 

“Me?” you breathed. 

“You.” He dropped your hands so he could cup your face. “I don’t know when it happened exactly, but I fell for you.

“But all the flirting?” He chuckled awkwardly. “Practicing in hopes you’d say something. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t risk losing you, but then you disappeared and it was worse than I could’ve imagined.” He paused and his face grew pink. “I s’pose I should’ve asked… Do you-”

“Oh, Merlin, don’t be daft. Do you think I’d put up with all your Marauders’ bullshit if I didn’t?”

You both laughed and then Sirius pulled your face close to his before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank goodness. Because I’d sell my soul for you. I’d sell my soul ten times over for you.” 

“Let’s hope it never comes to that.” Your words are teasing but the smile on your face is as genuine and warm as it is wide. 

Because you were Sirius’ happiness. 

[bitchface24-7]

also, i know i just sent a message but i realized i do have a request if you are accepting and have time. i would love to see your take on plus size!reader x jayvik.

SO, i saw a post a while ago (not on tumblr) essentially alluding to jayce and viktor not being attracted to a plus size person at all and it lowkey messed with me bc i am a plus sized person and i love jayvik. and maybe they wouldn’t but id like my delusions… you know? LOL

and i feel you’d write it beautifully. and if possible, maybe reader is not hella confident???

this is of course if you have time! and are accepting requests. thank you! thank you!

BEAUTY IS SUBJECTIVE - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: you don't look like most people in Piltover, and you're not saying that to be a pick-me. You're softer, larger. With stretch marks, thighs that rub together when you walk, a tummy, and some rolls on your back. It’s hard to see beauty in something that isn't considered the standard, but beauty is subjective.

warnings: plus size reader, talk of insecurities, people being mean (they can kiss my ass!), Jayvik comforting you, angst, fluff, AND suggestiveness, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I totally get you anon. I'm a size 16, I'm short, I'm the largest one in my friend group, and I've never been in a romantic relationship. I'm lucky that I'm curvy in a sense as to I'm considered the “acceptable plus size/chubby” but still… I get it. I hope this does your idea justice, and screw those people who said Jayvik would never go for plus-size people. THEY’RE FAKE. WE DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’D GO FOR!! (also why was it so hard for me to find a pic with a casual fit? Like you didn't specify for a fem reader, but that seemed unnecessarily hard to find wtf Pinterest)

People are assholes, lets get that out of the way.

If you don't fit into society's standard of beauty, you're a beast. High cheekbones, big eyes, tiny nose, big lips, nice jaw, perfectly sculpted body with either abs only possible if you're dehydrated or perky tits, massive eyes, a waist the size of your neck, and no stomach.

You either have to be blessed by the generic roll or have disposable income out the wazoo to get a whole bunch of plastic surgery.

You've heard what people say. How they talk about how you look, how the question how Viktor and Jayce could ever be attracted to you.

It's irritating, it's insulting, it's making your insecurities flare up.

You know you don't fit the beauty standard, you don't look like the upper echelon of Piltover. It’s frustrating having your whole being as a person be judged by your physical appearance. You're much more than the weight on the scale.

But sometimes even you forget that little tid bit of information.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You’re relaxing in bed, snuggled up under the covers as you read a book. There was an event you agreed to go to but now— you're not in the mood.

You don't want to dress up, fake a smile, pretend you don't hear other people talking about you, come home, and get comfy as your mind screams at you.

So you've debated rescinding your approval.

Jayce and Viktor will wonder why. You've been anticipating this event for weeks now, it'd throw them for a loop you saying no.

They also agreed to come with you.

Speak of the devil and they shall appear, you're two lovely men come waltzing into the bedroom as they bicker over what colour of tie they should wear.

“Theres nothing wrong with a classic black tie Jayce.”

A sputter, “It's boring! And every man is going to do it! We want to be better than them!”

“Black goes with everything! Then you don't have to worry if you’re mismatching! Love, can you settle this debate its been going on for ten minutes— Love? Why aren't you getting ready?”

The debate ceases at Viktor's question. You're lounging in bed, in pajamas, as you read your book. You have forty-five minutes before the event starts and you need to get ready asap so you all make it there in time.

“I’m debating if I want to go.” You calmly state, and the two men look at each other.

“Debate?! You've been waiting for this for weeks! What happened?” Jayce asks, his eyes full of worry as he examines you. You're not sick, you're not hurt. What’s going on?

You sigh, rubbing your eye, “I’m just… not in the mood.”

Viktor purses his lips, “You’re hiding something. Please just tell us. We can truly stay home if you want to, but I want to know why you've done a 180° in regards to this event.”

A light thump is heard as your book closes, you place it on the nightstand, “I’m not in the mood to be looked at in a hostile way, given back-handed compliments, or passive-aggressive remarks.”

Jayce just looks confused, “Who does that? Why would they do that?”

“Because of how I look Jayce.”

“Beautiful?”

“Not to their standard.”

Viktor ahhs at that, “You mean that you're not as thin as the Piltover elite. That you have curves, a different beauty as to what they deem acceptable.”

“I also have stretch marks, jiggly thighs, a stomach, a double chin when I look down, my back isn’t smooth. I can go on forever! I've heard enough people talk about me, as if I don't know what my own body looks like. I don't want to do that tonight.”

Jayce looks upset, his lips set into a frown, “I have stretch marks.”

Viktor quickly adds, “I don't have a smooth back, I've got metal drilled into my spine.”

You huff a laugh, oh your sweet boys, “That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because you two are the most handsome men I've ever had the privilege of seeing.”

Viktor and Jayce join you on the bed, taking up either side of you. You're now squished in between them.

“I’ve got a weak leg, a weak spine, I’m as pale as a sheet of paper with dark circles that put the night sky to shame. I use cane and multiple braces. I'm not Piltover’s definition of beauty.”

“I have a gap between my teeth, my laugh is too loud, I don't like physical contact by people I don't know— and I prefer to initiate it. I'm covered in small scars and burn marks from working in the forge.”

You see where they're going with this, and it makes you feel a bit better. The way they continue it makes you flusteredly laugh.

“You’re gorgeous. Do you think we get hard cause of a gust of wind—”

“I mean it could happen—”

“Shut up, darling.”

Jayce continues as you giggle and Viktor shoots you a playful glare, “Do you think we’re constantly pawing you, kissing you, teasing you, and begging for you cause what… we pity you? We do it cause we love you and are attracted to you.”

“People are fucking rude—” Viktor calmly states as you squawk in laughter and Jayce rubs his face groaning, “They are! They're mean and rude because they either have nothing better to do, they’re projecting, or they're jealous. Don't let other measly people drag you down.”

You smile at the two of them and sniffle a bit. Before you know it, you're essentially tackled by love as your face is smattered with kisses by your partners. You squeal as their assault pushes you back into the bed.

“Okay! Okay, I get it! People are mean and they can kiss my ass.”

“Actually I rather they didn't.”

“Jayce!”

“What?! Viktor agrees with me!”

“I do.”

“Viktor!”

The three of you burst out laughing, a serenity passes over you. What would you do without them?

“You still want to go to the event?” Viktor asks, his tone light. You ponder for a few seconds before nodding, “Yeah, let's go. I'm gonna dress up, look hot as hell, and have the two finest men in Piltover as my dates. One for each arm, and ill get to watch as the upper echelon of Piltover seethes in jealousy.”

“Well we gotta be quick cause the event is in twenty-five minutes and we’re all in our pyjamas still.” Jayce casually states. With that the three of you book it out of bed to get ready.

Yeah. You're gonna make all of Piltover seethe tonight; especially since you're the one who gets to bring them home and into your bed.

Nice fluffy comfort! Hope y'all enjoyed! I'm so tired and its only 5:36 pm (17:36) I can't nap or go to bed 😭😭

[glowettee]

hiii! i love your acc, it's so cute :3 i was wondering if you could do a post about self-love, it's something i've been struggling w/ lately. thank youuu

uncommon but life-changing self-love practices (that actually work) 🎀

posted by: glowettee

hey angel! thank you for this question in my mailbox! and ahhhh thank you so much you're so sweet!! i'm sorry this post was a little late, self-care is soooo important, i want to give you some tips that you don't hear to often that i do in my self-love journey! i'll share some not-so-obvious self-love practices that literally changed my life! ♡

♡ redefining your space psychology because your environment shapes your self-perception:

bedroom makeover with intention:

rearrange furniture to face the sunrise (this literally changed my morning mindset!)

create a "victory wall" with tiny achievements (i put up a photo of my first B- grade that turned into an A-)

place mirrors strategically (not just for selfies, but for daily affirmations)

use color psychology (i painted one wall rose quartz pink in my room and it actually improved my mood)

create a dedicated self-love corner (mine has fairy lights, positive letters from friends, and little trinkets from my childhood, along with printed photos from pinterest with self-love affirmations/lists.

♡ morning practices instead of basic routines, try these instead:

the "main character energy" morning:

write how your day went (successfully) and about yourself in third person (like "mindy gracefully picked up her pen, to conquer calculus, she did all her chores, and even studied japanese for 2 hours.")

practice "mirror dating" (spend 5 mins having an actual conversation with yourself - it's weird but works!)

create a "today i choose" list (instead of a to-do list)

dance to one song before doing anything else (i do taylor swift, or newjeans obviously)

write a love letter to a body part you're struggling with (i wrote to my uncooperative hair and now we're besties <3)

♡ digital self-love (but make it intentional) because we live online but need boundaries:

phone transformation:

change your passwords to affirmations (mine is a variation of "mindyisworthy2025")

create a folder of your awkward photos (embrace the cringe! and laugh with your friends, its so fun)

record yourself modeling, or pretending your a celebrity or k-pop idol

take selfies without filters (document your real smile)

set random alarms with love notes to yourself

hide little sticky notes with cute reminders about yourself in your room, so when you stumble upon it a month later it'll make you smile!

social media rebellion:

post the photos you'd usually delete (even if it's made private)

share your real study space (messy notes and all)

document your growth journey (even the uncomfortable parts)

create a finsta for your completely unfiltered self

make reels about your self-love journey (even if they're private)

♡ physical self-love (the weird but effective version) not basic bubble baths:

unexpected body appreciation:

thank your body parts for specific things ("thank you hands for letting me write my study notes")

have a private dance party in weird places (i do this in elevators when i'm alone)

wear your prettiest clothes to study, or even to the grocery store (even if no one sees)

make up your own choreography to your favorite songs

make your own workout or stretching routine with different stretches/exercises you make up yourself

comfort zone expansion:

try eating alone in public (start small - i began with coffee shops)

wear that "special occasion" outfit to class

speak up in class even if your voice shakes

send yourself flowers to your dorm/apartment (I LOVE DOING THIS EVERY VALENTINES <33)

take yourself on cute dates (let a coin flip decide where you go! or ask google.)

♡ emotional archaeology dig deeper than surface-level feelings:

create an emotion museum:

keep a "weird thoughts" journal (mine has my 3am existential questions)

make a playlist for each mood (even the uncomfortable ones)

collect "emotional souvenirs" (me and my grandmother had a cafe date a few years ago, and i still keep the receipt today)

document your crying sessions (trust me, looking back at these helps)

write letters to your past and future self

validation exercises:

practice saying "my feelings about this are valid" in the mirror

create a "proof of worth" folder on your phone

collect screenshots of nice messages

record yourself giving pep talks

keep a "wins" journal (especially tiny ones)

♡ advanced self-love techniques for when you're ready to level up:

relationship building with yourself:

schedule weekly "self-dates" (i do wednesday coffee dates with myself)

create a personal manifesto (update it monthly)

develop inside jokes with yourself

celebrate monthly self-love anniversaries

create traditions just for you

growth documentation:

take progress polaroids (not just physical)

voice record your daily thoughts

measure growth in unconventional ways (like "times i chose myself")

create time capsules every season

write monthly letters to yourself

self-love isn't just face masks and bubble baths (though those are nice too!). it's about building a deep, weird, wonderful relationship with yourself. it's about becoming your own best friend, confidante, and biggest supporter.

some of these might seem strange at first, but that's okay! the best relationships often have their quirks. start with what feels right and slowly expand your comfort zone. it's not just about practicing self-love, it's also about creating your own unique love language with yourself!

you're doing amazing things just by being you, and i'm so proud of you for prioritizing this journey! remember, the relationship you have with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship in your life.

xoxo, mindy 🎀

[elodieunderglass]

You put that info dump about jockeys in the tags of the info dump post, but oh my stars do I need you to write an actual post about it if you have the time! Or if you've already done that, point me in the direction of where I can find it, because dude, am I invested now!!!!

Oh I can go on about jockeys forever. Let’s do a crash (ha) course while dressing my jockey OC, Killie. Killie is an Irish-British racing jockey over the flat AND jumps, operating in the UK.

NOTE TW below the cut for injuries, weight talk and references to disordered eating, because, regrettably: professional horse jockeys. Infuriating people.

We start with Killie’s fairly battered and frankly very tiny body. At 4’10” Killie is comfortably at the bottom range of jockeys, who usually range from 4’10 to 5’7”. There’s no height limit; there is a weight limit. A naturally small man at about 118 lbs of fairly fit racing weight, Killie is in condition to race on the flat in the UK without too much starvation, dehydration, and substance abuse those are just his hobbies. Jockeys and their gear are weighed before and after each race. Weight limits for jockeys include their body, personal gear, riding gear and safety equipment.

Flat jockeys - who race horses on a plain circular track, like the Kentucky Derby - must be lighter and smaller than jump jockeys. In the USA, flat jockeys tend to be about 118 lbs, the weight of a potential Kentucky Derby competitor. In the UK, flat jockeys and their gear can now go up to 142 lbs, thanks to increased welfare standards; this includes the 3lb allowance for the body protector that UK jockeys must wear as of 2018, and, as of 2013, Flat jockeys in the UK can now have an additional 1 lb of allowance for warm clothing in winter.

Jump jockeys, who race in steeplechases (USA) like the Grand National (UK) aka races with jumps - are allowed to be slightly heavier, and often taller with it, as their sport requires even more strength and stamina.

Jockeys have to be able to maintain ~118 lbs of very fit, fighting-quality muscle, every day of the week. Thus, most jockeys are short, averaging 5’2” in a sport dominated by men, because that’s the cost of packing on enough muscle for the required strength/stamina. add in excellent horsemanship, high pain tolerance, lack of natural fear/truly bonkers physical courage, the ability to go for days without food and other pleasures of life, an ongoing commitment to fitness, excellent mental arithmetic/timekeeping skills, and the ability to tolerate abysmal working conditions, to understand why most short people aren’t immediately natural jockeys. Taller jockeys are becoming ever more common, as the conditions that shaped the historically legendary small jockeys (enslavement/slaver starvation, concentration camps/Nazi starvation, birth complication/premature birth, bad nutrition) are thankfully becoming far less common. This is in turn driving pushes towards higher weight limits, which can only be a good thing.

Why aren’t jockeys all little people? Because it isn’t just about being small - it’s more important to be light and strong. Jockeys generally don’t have medical conditions underpinning their size, and are not generally considered part of the little people community, although their size may overlap with little people. It’s important to repeat that the working conditions of jockeys are still bad; they're a loose collection of freelancers who very rarely become contractors, they don’t bargain collectively, have nominal professional associations, and have 500 years of absurdly feudal working conditions to battle. Little people who are motivated to handle horses could have a comparable time - and genuine union protection! and fans! and visibility! and benefits! and safety coordinators! and less substance abuse! And clothing! - by working as stunt actors. Jockeys just have a shitty job, so when we ask why marginalised people don’t dominate the field, we have to look at working conditions.

Why don’t more women (who tend to be a bit smaller statistically) go into racing? Some of it is historical sexism, but again, the working conditions. Female jockeys have raced throughout history, and are active today. Men and women compete equally in horse racing without any gender segregation or handicap (or even different clothing) and with no statistical difference in performance. Of course, male and female horses also compete alongside each other, for what it’s worth! equestrian sports are generally refreshingly free of TERF nonsense about Masculinity Being An Advantage (it isn’t, in human or horse.) but again, it isn’t a choice career for people with better options, so to improve diversity/inclusivity the working conditions should be addressed first, not the other way around.

Also note: horse racing is declining in popularity. With its preferred audiences traditionally being "stupidly posh aristocrats who wear alarming fascinators" and "conservative working-class old men who shout at TVs in sports bars," with a side order of "sketchy gambling-addicted weirdos," the sport doesn't really appeal to, for example, Tumblr users. Millennial-and-younger generations basically just ignore the whole industry. Most people can't name a single racing jockey; people could maybe name Secretariat, one of the most famous named animals in history, who had a film about him.

At any rate, Killie comes by his frame honestly - he is just generationally tiny and lanky, from a family of jockeys.

Killie starts his outfit in “jockey” briefs and a very lightweight high-neck top. Remember that the carry weight of his gear comes out of his weight allowance, which also includes his own body and riding equipment, so he’s wearing a lightweight mesh skivvy, even in cold weather.

The terminology of jockey briefs and the Jockey underwear brand come from horse racing. "Jockey" comes from the British/Scottish word "jock," for a young boy; jockey being a diminutive of this. The phrase "jock" as in "sportsman, opposite of nerd" in the USA comes from "jockstrap", which is apparently a completely separate underwear-related sporting etymology.

Men and women wear the same clothes, which are sold to everyone equally; there aren’t “girl versions” for racing gear, just heavy or lightweight gear. Women usually add a sports bra, and men have personal preferences for briefs to keep things contained. However, anecdotally, some women race in 'men’s' underwear - and some male jockeys wear 'women’s' underwear to keep gear weight down - so whatever. Pantyhose can be worn to prevent chafing, add a vague layer of warmth, fight the see-through effect of racing breeches, and are a compromise for socks, which would add unnecessary weight.

If there was a reason to leave off his base layer, Killie could cheat by wearing a neck wrap - basically a high collar with a bib that would make it LOOK like he was wearing something under his silks.

Today, in the UK and Australia, jockeys wear body protectors! These are fairly new to the sport and aren’t even remotely universal in the USA. Body protectors can shield the spine, lungs and heart from falls, kicks, and crush injuries.

Killie has also added his high-waisted racing breeches. These are basically-see-through polyester breeches of unbelievable thinness and lightness. Unlike normal riding breeches/jodhpurs, they don’t offer much at all in the way of comfort/grip/protection.

Pull-ups are a kind of tight compression tube that bridge the breeches/boots gap, preventing chafing and making sure that breeches taper into the boot.

Time for silks!

Silks, or racing colours, are colourful high-necked thin jackets that are buttoned over the body protector and tucked into the breeches. Silks represent the owner of the racehorse, for example the Queen of England or Godolphin Stables. Jockeys don’t own racehorses or own/choose silks.

Killie is a licensed jockey under contract to a stable - a highly desirable position. this means that he has HIS OWN PERSONAL SILKS, which actually fit him on purpose. He also knows the horses he rides. This is a very rare and comfortable post - the gold standard for champion jockeys, and what everyone in the profession is desperately hoping for.

Most everyday jobbing jockeys are paid £100 per ride, plus a cut of the purse if they win (but most jockeys in a race necessarily don’t win.) jobbing jockeys are chosen by racehorse owners like itinerant labourers or puppies from a box. Jockeys compete desperately to be offered the best mounts. The owners’ silks are kept in a changing room and when a jockey is chosen by an owner to ride a particular horse, they are handed the owner’s silks to put on over their base layer. These silks are unisex and one-size-fits-all, so jockeys tuck them into breeches to hide when they’re too large, and small jockeys use hair elastics to roll back and secure the sleeves.

People have a vague idea from heartwarming movies that the racehorse, owner, trainer and jockey are familiar with each other - perhaps they have a beautiful relationship. It’s important to remember the real pecking order here: the owner is usually a billionaire or royalty. The racehorse is usually a valuable, highly-bred animal with a proper dollar value on it, which the billionaire loves as an extension of their own wealth and power and beauty and influence. And the jockey is a sort of disposable starving dog that talks, which you graciously choose from the pack, based on their stats, like someone picking a Mario Kart, and assign to make your horsey win. Sometimes “just before the race” is the first time the jockey even touches the horse they’re about to ride! At any rate, the patterned jacket is chucked at the jockey to button on over their clothes(unless they’re Killie and have their own.) They also stretch a thin flexible matching cover over their helmet.

The design of the silks is ancient in intention; everyone can intuit that it’s resonant with medieval alliances and heraldry and tournaments, and the wearing of colours facilitates your ability pick out “your” mounted knight from a scrum of other screaming horses and bodies. Today they help commentators and the audience to see their horses. All silks must be unique, with colour/design/pattern being registered in databases. You can play with the British Horseracing Authority's silks database to see whether your design of silks would be available!

Killie is wearing his racing boots. They're flexible, made of very leather, with practically no sole, and weigh less than half a pound.

Killie wears racing gloves - these are optional, and often fingerless since jockeys like to feel the reins. He also has goggles. Jockeys usually take multiple pairs, perched on their helmet and pulled down in turn. You can have tinted ones for sun/rain, but they’re most important for keeping mud and stones out of your eyes at 40mph. They’re very lightweight, and when they become too dirty to see through, you pull them down to hang around your neck and then pull down the next pair over your eyes. here's jockey Gary Stevens after a muddy race with several pairs of goggles pulled down.

Killie's got his helmet, so now he's dressed. He needs to add his gear. Again, the jockey's body and their gear are part of the same weight allowance; a lighter jockey can have heavier gear. Here is UK jockey Hollie Doyle showing hers:

Interestingly, the weight of the saddle (plus stirrups, girth, and lead cloth) belongs in the jockey's weight allowance. (The racehorse brings its own bridle and saddlecloth.) Hollie is shown here with multiple saddles - for various riding conditions, weights, etc. Racing saddles only weigh about 1-2 pounds - contrasted with the 20lb of a normal English riding saddle - and are basically a strap that the stirrups hang from, since jockeys mostly stand up to ride.

This concludes "Getting Cillian Dressed, the Awkward Little Sod That He Is." Thank you so much for joining me and prompting this.

Appendix:

I depict Killie as a lightly bruised skeleton wrapped in a thin layer of mental problems, with the temperament of an unloved stray dog. This is not a nice state for a fellow to live in, so if I were to give him a happy ending, I would like Killie to age into a sort of healthy, roguish Franny Norton type (Franny, below, is the older jockey in white base layer. He raced for over 30 years and retired in 2024.) So if Killie were to be developed as a character, he would be poised for having some kind of fictional redemption arc that aligns with the overall improvement of working conditions for jockeys in 2025 and the potential redemption arc of his whole profession. it is possible, and increasingly less rare, for jockeys to be More Normal than Killie - as they very much should be!! the take-home message here should be that the profession has the potential to improve and may even do so. Emphasis on jockey and racehorse welfare would only help.

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✨️ Deleted Scenes ✨️

Sooo, in the 'Never Be Alone Again' fic, there were a few scenes that I liked a lot that ended up getting scrapped / deleted hjgfss. Made a couple doodles and a bit of writing for the deleted scenes!

This was one of the scenes that I mentioned that was giving me trouble! It was just after the final machine was completed and I was having trouble writing the chase sequence - I ended up going to Reddit threads for writing advice, and then scrapped the scene altogether.

Overall, it was breaking the pacing and believability to have Gigi grab Rodger here and THEN having him get up and run from Glisten. Given the speed of Glisten, he would not have had more than two seconds to try and run away before Glisten ended up pouncing on him, and I wanted the confrontation to be in view of the elevator and closer to when it closes. Plus it gave me a little bit of Chekov's Gun with Boxten!

So for this, it wasn't just one scene, but things I was trying to sprinkle in through the whole fic. I know I've mentioned before that I HC Rodger as emoting a lot more expressively in both his mannerisms and also in literal cartoon emotes, and then if he truly gets overwhelmed, he'll end up going mute and letting his natural physical expressiveness do the talking until his mind calms down (selectively mute Rodger HC :)). Truthfully I really wanted a scene where Glisten would get to basically monologue lol.

Unfortunately, whenever I kept rereading wherever this popped up, it just... wasn't working as much as I wanted to, and kept feeling unnecessary and pushed in. Eventually I scrapped the emotes and the idea of him getting overwhelmed in the epilogue, but I imagine Glisten would've tried to comfort him a little when he realised what was happening before the monologue started. Thankfully (or unfortunately given how you see it) he did actually get to have most of the dialogue in the epilogue, I just kept Rodger's dialogue short because of him LITERALLY *JUST* waking up from almost dying and trying to process everything.

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Scrapped Epilogue Dialogue (Reason: Out of Character, didn't fit with established dialogue)

<Pink text is what's already in the fic. Plaintext is what was scrapped>

"and I have Toodles to take care of, and- and everyone is relying on me to fix this mess, and it isn't even a definite that we'll find my equipment quickly!! I can’t just accept this and start planning for the long term!”

“You can because you are STUCK here.” Glisten hisses out, leaning closely to Rodger again even as the other rears back. "You know, none of them came out of the elevator when you were stalled to help."

The mirror's eye has reddened again as he speaks, his tone somewhere between desperate and crazed.

"They just *stood there.* Watching and panicking as if they couldn't do a thing. The most they did was throw a *wrench* into me. Not even when you were five feet away being attacked by Boxten. They had a few seconds. They could have run out."

The way Glisten says that so vehemently, his fingertips digging into the couch cushion, is unsettling to hear. Rodger had honestly never heard him speak so bitterly about something.

"What are you implying he-"

"What I'm implying should be obvious, Detective."

Glisten gives Rodger a long look, almost as if looking through him at something else.

"They left you. They left us," Glisten whispers, "You- you said Vee didn't trust me, and- you know she can make some rash decisions, maybe- maybe she made them stay back because there was so little time left..."

A small, delirious giggle emits from the mirror, sending a chill up Rodger's spine as the detective's eye darts around for anything he could use to...

To do what?

I don't know.

You can't hurt him.

I know.

You can't outrun him.

I know.

So what would you do if he starts getting out of control again?

I don't know.

"And- and I don't *blame* her, not risking another Toon to save you, and it's- it's my fault that that decision had to happen in the first place, my fault, if you'd been a few seconds earlier, you'd-" ...

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Aaaand there's some deleted / scrapped bits! Some bits could probably have been executed if it wasn't already so long and I knew how to fix them sounding boring or non-believable, but then there were some bits that just didn't fit with the character personas already established. Deleted scenes my beloved <3

[foryoufics]

I'm So Tired

Authors Note: This is for a request that was one of those one of those 'write what you know' moments; I apologize if it's dark, if you aren't comfortable I understand 🩷 I also apologize if it runs a bit long for a one shot

Requested: Hi, I hope you're doing well! Can you please write a Jungkook one-shot in which the reader is is hurt and upset and just extremely tired because her parents are kind of mean to her and are not very supportive even though she is very hardworking. Jungkook being her boyfriend and her comfort person, comforts her and lets her cry.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (could be best friend or boyfriend)

Warnings: mean parents, abuse verbal-mental-physical-borderline sexual, trauma, dysfunctional family, parentification, projecting, mentions of addiction, language, knife throwing, controlling-manipulation, mentions of inappropriate sexual situations

Tonight, tonight was your point when you couldn't take it anymore. You know you should, you should take all of it, you always have. Right now looking at yourself in the mirror as blood trickled on your brow bone, and laughing. You were always laughing and happy, the Mr Bright side everyone saw. This was different, this laugh was angry, proud. It felt like a badge of honor or something, it was a tiny scar, not much blood; your were thankful no one would see it if they didn't get up in your grill for some reason. Here you were just looking in your bathroom mirror, chuckling and you couldn't stop it. While your dad was holding your mother back you knew the moment was short lived based on the screaming woman across the incredibly short hallway a few feet away. In that breath of a moment as you looked at yourself your life flashed before your eyes. You saw everything.

You saw yourself when you were little, standing freezing cold stark naked in a exam room a doctor examined every literal nook and cranny and crevice of your body. You didn't understand, you're screaming to your mother, "HE DIDN'T DO IT!! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! I'M COLD!!" You didn't understand what it was exactly she was accusing your dad of to have you here. You just understood that you were telling the truth, what she had said happened, what she had told you to say happened, didn't happen and you didn't want to be here. You were terrified and uncomfortable. You just wanted her to believe you, ofcourse she didn't, you didn't understand why

You saw when you first moved into this house. Hell. You remember the first week there was a night where the screaming match got so heated that even out here in the middle of east bum fuck Egypt on a county line, a country road where everything was way more spread out than the ghetto you just left, despite all that, your uncle two houses down heard and came over screaming at all three of you, you and your parents. He didn't ask questions, he didn't care, he didn't see your mom about to swing on you or moments before she had thrown knives at you and your dad had stepped between you like a human shield; hence why you were backed against your bedroom wall at the back of the house. He didn't know any of that. He didn't know her trying to stab you and your dad was nothing new, it had been happening for several years, she had even been tased for going after law enforcement before and she used to pin her sister on the couch and fist pound the shit out of her. Out of love, your aunt never faught back and until tonight you understood, until tonight. That week burned deep in your mind, you also went to have a sleepover with your eldest sister and things happened; the things your mother accused your father of in the past that he was proven innocent of, you should have told somebody but you laid there, pretended to sleep, you weren't even sure if it was her or her boyfriend or both

You had been living here a few years and those fights were normal. Anything and nothing at all could start them. There was no way for you to be prepared or know. Your dad was always angry, irrationally angry, constantly screaming at you and your mother for everything under the sun; not doing this, or doing this, or doing that wrong. Sometimes it was because you wouldn't eat; not that you didn't want to, this past year you couldn't, you would throw up every time. He would scream at you for not eating, make jokes. You had lost a ton of weight and you didn't hear the end of it, "You ain't nothing but skin and bones, fine, don't eat! Starve! See if I give a shit! Little ungrateful picky ass!!" "Don't no man want a stick to cuddle, he wants some meat with his potatoes" "One good breath will blow you away, better hope it don't get windy" "Don't nobody want you because you're a little boney bitch, get some meat on your bones" He knew you were sick, you were trying. They knew you were having regular seizures but only told you you were simply passing out; you wouldn't know that until years later when you had one at work nearly hitting your head on a table corner and slamming onto the concrete floor, you will wake to your best friend looking at you scared to death and holding your head but you will be unphased and just ask how long you were out this time, he would then have to beg you to go home because you would insist you're fine and want to keep working and when you come back a few days later and are shown the video footage you would realise this laugh thing you're doing in your mirror now would just be what you did; that was in the future though, so was the day you were working when your dad passed. You were always a hard worker, at school, and he wanted you to continue working hard like him, again future, you had no way of knowing that now but it was bitterly ironic that that day your aunt would tell you over the phone to not bother coming home it was too late while you were trying to leave, and even more bitterly ironic he was constantly screaming how lazy you were at you now despite how you always begged him to let you help with things and he would scream at you for that too. Your mom would completely black out randomly, get that face you and your dad both recognized; the blank stare into space and not blink, on a regular basis now, simply because anyone disagreed with her over anything for any reason, then the knives came out and started flying, you've learned enough that your dad shields while you run and hide in your bedroom closet now. Sanctuary.

Tonight, that was what happened, a combination of things. It started when you were invited to a party, you were eighteen and you were wanting to move out and get started on your own life but they weren't allowing it. That isn't where it started tonight. Tonight you asked if you could go to said party and you had never gone out like that before, ever, were never allowed and always listened. Tonight, astonishingly enough, after a small fight to convince them, they agreed to let you go because Jungkook would be there. The night replays in your mind as you take the chance to run out your house so you could call him. After taking the moment to your advantage and running out to the edge of your long dirt driveway, with shaking hands you call Jungkook.

"Jungkook, are you on the way?" "Yeah, I'm almost there, YN, you're crying. What's going on?" You try to tell him but he stops you because you're hyperventilating and he pulls up a few minutes later

"What happened?" He asks, bringing you into his house. The party was supposed to be at Namjoon's. He brings you to sit on the couch and he brings you some water and a blanket, "you are shaking, how long were you outside?"

"A while...," you sniffle and try to pull yourself together when he sees your eyebrows and wipes the drying blood. "YN, what happened?"

"You know, I asked them if I could come. After it turned to screaming about my sister and how I would end up a alcoholic meth addict and how daddy used to drink and me trying again to convince them that I'm not him and I'm not her it quieted down and they agreed to let me go, which you know. When you said you were on the way I was ready. Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"No, it's just thigh length shorts and a pretty blouse," the blouse has a sheer floral print long sleeve cover with a shirt underneath; you would in the future wear it to job interviews and get said jobs. "So, I'm waiting at the end of the drive way for you and obviously Daddy is watching me from the porch for at least thirty minutes and then he suddenly screams at me saying to get my ass inside because I was out on a corner trying to sell myself and I look like a cheap two dollar prostitute whore," you wipe your face, "I was confused because I wasn't and we are in the middle of nowhere and he was watching me the whole time; who would I be selling myself to the fricking deer across the street at the junkyard? But he wouldn't stop screaming so I go back inside and then I don't know how it started exactly but him and momma are fighting about how I always listen to him and he's not raising me right, next thing I know she has the face so I take off running to my room and don't make it, she has me trapped in the other bedroom and I'm on the bed and and she is pounding on me. I don't know if I blacked out or what but I remember things were a blur for a few seconds and then I kicked her head into the window. She's fine, she was trying to get to me when I called, I was looking in the mirror and just laughing," you had started again at this point telling him, "daddy was holding her back and then while I had the chance knowing he couldn't stop me and hold her back I ran out and I called you; I was just looking at myself, and laughing, and saying 'I'm so tired, I'm so tired' "

"YN......you don't have to laugh here ....," he brings your head to his chest and wraps his arms around it. Immediately you feel this is the one place he's right, you don't, your body knows and you're sobbing and screaming

"IT'S NOT FAIR!! IT'S NOT FAIR!! IM NOT HIM!! IM NOT MY FUCKING SISTER!! I'M NOT MY BROTHER!! I AM ME!! I ALWAYS WORK SO HARD AND TRY TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYBODY!! I LISTEN AND I DONT DO ANYTHING!! IT'S ALWAYS 'YN YOUR SISTER NEEDS A BREAK' AND SHOVING THE BABY AT ME AND I'M TIRED!! IM TIRED!! I NEED A BREAK TOO! THEY'RE ALWAYS ACCUSING ME OF FUCKING EVERYONE WHEN I CAN NEVER LEAVE THIER SIGHT WITH ANYONE SHIT THEY WONT EVEN LET ME GO TO MY ROOM ALONE AND DOING EVERYTHING THEY DID!! I CANT DO ANYTHING!! I'M TIRED!!"

"YN...."

"Yeah?"

"I'm taking you back in the morning, you go to your room, get your stuff everything we can grab, and you aren't going back"

"I'm not supposed to cry," you pull yourself up and he brings you back, "shut up, cry, it's okay," he holds you there and you fall asleep like that

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JAY - The Blood Moonlight ( smut )

Y/N’s life changes when she takes a job at a secluded mansion, organizing the library of seven mysterious vampires. With Jay, the hottest moments unfold as she faces danger, passion, and a rival clan under the blood moonlight.

Pairing: Jay X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity / Dark Fantasy

Note 1: This story will have eight versions, with only the smut section varying. One will involve the group, while the other seven will focus on individual characters.

Warning: graphic description of gore ( bloond/injuries ) explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, group sex,double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation

Note 2: I'm recently starting to write, and English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes and hope to improve my writing. Feedback is always welcome! Text not revised!!!

Y/N never imagined her ordinary life in a quiet town would be transformed by fate. It all began when she accepted a job at an old mansion deep in the forest, tasked with caring for the personal library of its new residents. The mansion was home to seven mysterious men, each exuding a dark charm and harboring deep secrets.

Jake, the leader, radiated authority and charisma. Jay, enigmatic and seductive, sparked Y/N’s curiosity with his intense gazes. Jungwon, youthful in appearance but with wisdom spanning ages, had a kindness that contrasted with his true nature. Sunoo’s radiant smile masked a darker side, while Niki, the most playful, teased her with jokes and piercing looks. Sunghoon was cold and reserved, his silent intensity impossible to ignore. Lastly, Heeseung, a mix of sweetness and danger, seemed to be the bridge that united them all.

Over time, Y/N noticed they weren’t merely attractive and mysterious. There was something supernatural about them: the way they always seemed to know what she was thinking, their inhuman speed, and their aversion to sunlight.

When the truth was revealed—that they were vampires hiding from humanity—Y/N should have run. But the connection between her and the seven was irresistible. Each of them seemed to fill a void within her, and their attraction to her was equally overwhelming.

Life in the mansion grew more intimate as they protected and courted her, sharing moments that transcended the physical, diving into deep emotional bonds. Amid their passion, they faced external threats. Rival vampire clans sought Y/N, believing her blood possessed unique properties capable of empowering weaker vampires.

As the bond between the seven and Y/N deepened, the mansion became not just a home but a refuge against outside dangers. They would face threats, battles, and their own conflicted emotions to protect what they had built together.

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With Jay, the tension built gradually, like embers smoldering silently until they erupted into flames. He was the more reserved one, yet he always looked at Y/N as though he could read every thought in her mind. One night, as she sat in the library, he appeared silently behind her, watching for a few moments before speaking in his husky voice.

Jay: "You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"

He asked, stepping closer to her slowly.

When they finally kissed, it was as if years of repressed desire had been unleashed. Jay was intense and dominant, yet he always respected Y/N’s boundaries, ensuring every moment was as pleasurable for her as it was for him. The experience with Jay was marked by mystery and unbridled passion.

He gently pressed her against the bookshelf, his eyes burning with desire as his fingers glided down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Jay: "I can’t pretend anymore, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing hers but not quite connecting. "Every time you walk into a room, it feels like the air disappears. You’re all I think about, all I want."

She tried to respond, but her voice faltered under his intensity. Jay smiled—a satisfied, intentional smile filled with meaning.

Jay: "You like this, don’t you? Knowing you have control over me."

He cupped her face with one hand, tilting it slightly back while the other slid to her waist.

Y/N: "Jay…" she whispered, his name barely audible, almost a moan.

He silenced her with a deep kiss, his body molding to hers, making it unmistakably clear there was no space for doubt between them. When they finally parted, he gazed at her, breathless but with his voice still steady and commanding.

Jay: "Tonight, you’re mine, Y/N. And I’ll make sure you remember every second of it."

He guided her to the nearby sofa, his movements precise yet brimming with passion. As he explored her with kisses and touches that seemed to anticipate her every desire, he continued speaking, each word fueling her longing even more.

Jay: "You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this, about you. Every inch of you fascinates me. I want to hear you say you want me as much as I want you."

She looked at him, her eyes shining with emotion and desire.

Y/N: "I want you, Jay. I always have."

Jay’s heart raced at her words. It was as if every barrier he had built over time crumbled in an instant. He pulled her closer, his hands gliding reverently over her skin, as if each touch were a silent promise that she was everything he had ever wanted and more.

Jay: "You have no idea how crazy you make me, how much I want to make you mine in every possible way."

His voice was husky, filled with a desire that bordered on devotion. He started kissing her slowly, savoring every moment, every reaction. His fingers traced every curve of her body, leaving trails of warmth and shivers. He alternated between firm and gentle touches, murmuring words that made her melt.

Jay: "You’re mine. Only mine. Say it to me."

Y/N gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. She was completely surrendered, every fiber of her being giving in to him without reservation.

Y/N: "I’m yours, Jay. Completely yours."

Those words ignited him. Jay lifted her gently, guiding her with ease and confidence. He wanted to mark the moment in every possible way, ensuring she never doubted how special she was to him. They shared another searing kiss, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. He removed Y/N’s shirt, revealing her bare chest. He teased her nipples, sucking and nibbling, drawing gasps and moans from her.

Y/N: "Are you going to stay dressed?" she asked, laughing softly.

Jay answered by pulling off his own shirt and tossing it into a random corner. He kissed her again, a kiss full of hunger and longing, before standing them both up to remove the rest of their clothes. Once fully bare, he laid her down on the sofa, positioning himself between her legs.

Jay: "You’re everything to me. Everything I’ve ever wanted."

He entered her slowly, his eyes full of tenderness and desire, making Y/N feel more wanted than she ever had before. As he moved, her moans became the melody he craved, encouraging him to go deeper, to give her everything.

Jay never looked away, as if every movement reaffirmed what he felt for her. He began slowly, each thrust deliberate and filled with intensity, studying her reactions, memorizing every expression and sound she made.

Jay: "You’re so beautiful… so perfect. I’ll never get enough of having you like this."

His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements so they fit together perfectly. He leaned forward, bringing their bodies even closer, his lips exploring her neck, leaving kisses and light bites that made her arch against him.

Y/N: "Jay… I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never felt so complete."

Her words drove him over the edge. He quickened his pace, still careful but now showing the full force of his desire for her. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves as though he were memorizing every detail.

Jay: "You’re mine. Only mine. There’s no one else but us."

His deep, possessive tone made Y/N feel his words with every fiber of her being. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, her nails lightly scratching his back, marking him just as he was marking her.

Their moans and sighs filled the room, creating a perfect symphony between them. Jay wanted to ensure Y/N felt every moment, every touch, every movement as something unique. He whispered in her ear, his breath hot, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Jay: "I want you to remember this moment forever, to know just how much you mean to me."

They lost themselves in the moment, their bodies becoming one as Jay’s words became a mantra of possessiveness and adoration, filling the air with silent promises and declarations of burning desire. Every movement was intense, as if they were both trying to capture the moment and make it eternal.

Finally, they reached their climax together. Jay collapsed on top of Y/N’s bare body, still joined with her. After a passionate kiss, they lay there together in silence, their breaths mingling, savoring the stillness of the moment.

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The nights at the mansion were growing darker. The rival clan hadn’t given up on capturing Y/N, believing her blood to be unique—something that could grant unimaginable power to vampires. Despite all the protection offered by Jake, Jay, Jungwon, Sunoo, Niki, Sunghoon, and Heeseung, an ambush caught them by surprise.

Y/N was gravely wounded during the attack, blood slowly dripping as she collapsed into Jake’s arms. Her eyes filled with tears, but she managed to murmur:

Y/N: "I don’t want to die..."

The mansion fell silent as the seven vampires gathered around her, their faces etched with despair. They knew there was only one way to save her—to turn her into one of them. But it wasn’t a simple process. It wasn’t just about drinking their blood; it was crossing a barrier that would bind their souls forever.

Jake was the first to speak, his voice firm but laden with pain:

Jake: "If we do this, there’s no turning back. You’ll become like us, and the world will never be the same for you."

Fighting against the pain and the darkness threatening to consume her, Y/N looked at each of them.

Y/N: "I trust you. I want to stay with you... forever."

Jay was the first to kneel beside her, his intense gaze locking onto hers. He made a small cut on his wrist, letting the blood drip onto Y/N’s lips. One by one, the others followed the same ritual, each drop of blood becoming part of her.

When it was Heeseung’s turn, the last of them, he hesitated briefly, holding Y/N’s face in his hands.

Heeseung: "This will hurt, but I promise I’ll stay by your side the whole time."

He leaned in to lightly bite her neck, sealing the ritual. The pain was followed by a wave of heat spreading through Y/N’s body, accompanied by a sense of rebirth.

The transformation was quick but intense. Y/N screamed, her body arching as if being ripped from her humanity. Her eyes flew open, glowing a deep red before returning to their natural color. She gasped, feeling every sense heightened: the scent of the mansion’s old wood, the sound of the wind outside, and most of all, the seven hearts around her beating in unison.

She wasn’t alone anymore.

The transformation brought more than power; it brought connection. She could feel their thoughts, emotions, and the depth of love each felt for her. But with that came an intense thirst—a hunger no mortal food could satisfy.

Jake helped her stand, holding her hand firmly.

Jake: "You’re one of us now. Strong, immortal... but it comes at a price. Your thirst will be relentless, and the world will see you as a monster."

Y/N looked at him and the others, her determination growing.

Y/N: "I accept the price. Because with you, I fear nothing."

As the full moon illuminated the mansion, the seven vampires surrounded her, each vowing to protect and guide her in this new existence. They knew the rival clan was still a threat, but now, with Y/N as one of them, their group was complete and more powerful than ever.

Her first hunt that night, guided by Sunoo and Niki, ended with a piercing scream echoing through the forest. The transformation was complete, but something about her blood seemed different. Jungwon, observing her from afar, realized she wasn’t an ordinary vampire. Something in her blood made her a unique predator, and he knew this was just the beginning of something far greater.

What destiny lay ahead now that Y/N had crossed into immortality? No one knew for sure, but the mystery lingered like mist under the moonlight.

Their story, far from over, had only just begun.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[platypusisnotonfire]

I just found a draft of a WIP I totally forgot I was writing when I was a teenager and it is digging its claws into me

This book is really barely more than Strong Vibes but it had a character that was raised in a more intense and even more soulless version of the peacekeepers in Farscape, like military society, kids trained from basically birth, don’t know their families, but now with Even More Brainwashing and Creepy Cultlike Stuff.

Character doesn’t even have a name or permanent numerical designation, the absolutely only identifying thing they have is a chip in their wrist that is only readable by computers and is used when assigning missions. On every mission you get a different designation number or code name. They are stripped SO completely of any sense of identity.

Character never been on a planet, never even was taught about planets in schooling or taught what a family is or anything even academically. Has no concept of gender because reproduction is completely done in a lab and no biology of any type is ever taught to the grunt soldiers.

Additionally: never heard music.

Turns out they are an absolute musical prodigy the SECOND they are introduced to music

Like off the charts August rush nonsense.

Then proceeds to have crisis after crisis about that because if I wasn’t taught this then it must be heresy, but how could anything so perfect and beautiful not be from god

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

You ever think about how in spite of knowing their exact locations, the game never gives any indication that templar Carver has reported his mage sibling, Merril (a blood mage) or Anders (an abomination) to his superiors?

I do think about that a lot, even though I tend to ignore the Templar Carver route because I know Warden Carver to be true in my heart and soul... but I totally get the appeal of Templar Carver within DA2's narrative, y'know?

It's so fascinating, really. I've never played a run with Templar Carver, I just can't bring myself to do it, so I know I'm missing out on smaller details of it. From what I do know, this drives me crazy in the best way possible.

Deciding whether to bring him or not to the Deep Roads is such an important choice, not only because it affects his fate, but how it affects his relationship to Hawke. He tells you that he wants to go, he makes it very clear that it's important to him that he goes, too... and Hawke can just leave him behind and it hurts him. I don't think that registers enough with some people just because of how Carver is, like it doesn't matter what Hawke's motivations are [staying behind for his safety, not wanting to bring him, thinking someone should stay with Leandra, etc] it still hurts him because it tells him that Hawke doesn't need him, and Carver wants to be needed.

And yes, there are other contributing factors to why he joins the templars, but it doesn't matter what your relationship is to him, it doesn't change the fact that he doesn't turn Hawke or his companions in.

Sure, the meta reason is it's a video game and you're playing the main character. You're never in any actual danger of being captured by templars, and you're not going to lose your companions to them that easy.

But if we look at it through the narrative and Carver's character, that's when it gets interesting. You can max out his rivalry and be an utter asshole to him [there's a point where you can call him a brat and mock him for being stuck in your shadow, like Hawke can be real cruel about it] but it doesn't matter, you're still his sibling. He even makes a remark about how you might not know what that means [referring to leaving him behind] but he does. He refuses to kill Hawke in the end when Meredith makes the order, too.

Which can I just point out that Hawke has the option to let Bethany die in the end if she's with the circle and they side with the templars? Just saying, Carver NEVER does that no matter what, but Hawke has the option to betray Bethany like that and it's fucked and interesting and it makes me want to eat my chair-

As for Merrill and Anders, I think he knows that if he turns either of them in, then the chances of Hawke being brought in as well skyrocket. They're all friends, they're in the same group... bring one in, and you'll probably get the other two.

I also think Carver just genuinely likes Merrill. Yes, I'm a Carver/Merrill shipper, so I have a bias, but even if you remove anything romantic from their dynamic I believe that's true. Of all the companions, Merrill is the only one who doesn't make fun of him, or find him annoying, in party banters. He never snaps back at her, like he's never defensive with her, he's just a little awkward and nice.

Like, HE'S SO NICE TO HER! He tries to find common ground with her! She asks him about "swording" and he's taken aback by her saying he's good at it, but you KNOW that if someone like Anders asked him the same question, he's be all, "shut up, you're stupid, stop talking to me >:["

Think back to that banter Carver can have with Aveline post-act 1 where they're talking about how the guard wasn't the right place for him [hard disagree with you there, Aveline] and Carver says he was a bit of a tit, wasn't he.... and every companion will agree except Merrill. She doesn't say anything, whereas other companions like Anders will be like "ugh maker YES" and if you have a purple Hawke, they'll go on to other ways Carver was a tit like?? I think Carver and Merrill got along and he doesn't want to turn her in because she was nice to him! And she's a blood mage! He knows what will happen to her if the templars get ahold of her! He doesn't want to see her made tranquil or killed!

At that point, he's witnessed what bad blood mages can do, assuming you've brought him along for those quests, but even so. He knows Merrill isn't like that and he likes her, so of course he's not going to turn her in despite that being his literal duty.

Then there's Anders who Carver doesn't like. If you're in a romance with him, Carver will tell him that's why he doesn't turn him in but c'mon Carver, you know that's not the only reason. My theory is Carver may not like Anders and he knows the man's got a spirit of justice inside of him... but Anders also runs a free clinic. If he's ever taken in by templars, then so many people [including a LOT of Fereldan refugees] will be without free health care and will suffer for it. I think in Carver's eyes, Anders might be irritating but he doesn't more good than harm. Carver knows first hand how shitty refugees and poorer people are treated in Kirkwall. Anders' clinic is the one place they can go for help and actually get it, and he's not going to be the one to take that away because the templars say "magic bad."

So yeah, I'm not as informed about the Templar Carver route, but I do think about how if I did do that route, he wouldn't betray Hawke or their companions no matter what and what that says about him.

[maddieandangel]

Had a weird Hollow Knight-related dream a couple days ago, so I decided to draw a major scene I remembered from it dgsgshf

More context will be in the tags, for those interested!

[strawberryfaced]

I NEED. TO DO. OR MAKE SOMETHING. PLEASE

[adonis-koo]

Time heals everything so just let it do it’s work. If u can’t stomach the thought of love, then don’t force it. It will come when it’s ready.

Ik it’s sucks to think that maybe he wasn’t as into you as he said, but at least you were honest and loved them to the fullest extent which is really admirable.

And plz give him a side glare upon my behalf whenever u see him at work

my intention has been settled the entire day as ‘it’s okay to grieve what wasn’t meant for me’

i ended up talking to him outside at work yesterday and we talked about how we both felt, how it went down, it was…a very bittersweet feeling, but I understood where he was coming from and why he made his decision, I gave him my few thoughts in relation and spared him all the feelings I’m reconciling now.

we left things on good terms, because even if it wasn’t love, we still cared for one another deeply, and that still meant something.

does it still hurt? it does, but will I be okay eventually? I will, I do firmly believe it. another mantra I’ve been repeating is ‘I will never miss out on what is meant for me’

also I unfortunately don’t have the heart to sideglare him and it’s also no longer possible because yesterday was my last day 🎉 I’m off to get another job working with kids and I’ll be getting my licensing for it.

I’m very excited because this something I’ve been wanting to do for a long while and just didn’t realize there was a niche to get in to start. will it work out? hell if I know, I thought this would work out and it turned into a total dumpster fire 💀

but regardless I’m embracing the journey for what it is. anyways I’m gonna stop using this blog as my journal now, because I’ve accidentally projected on here for two months straight and if you scroll far enough you can watch this train wreck go down in 4K and I’d that isn’t embarrassing then idk what is💀

[healersadjust]

Finally clocked off for the last time at my job… Hoping to be able to participate in more community things now that i’ll be back to a diurnal schedule <3 Hoping my next job will work out!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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