#her teaching him how to high five is so cute

[songweaver]

[jetblack4realz]

his little girl - yellowstone boys

how the yellowstone (+ 1923) boys react to you having their daughter

i think i might make this a series if y'all are interested. i think it'd be cute! i'll do kayce (obvs), rip (ofc), ryan (what a man), lee (we didn't get enough of him), jimmy (i haven't seen a single thing on here for him, not that there isn't but still), and spencer (he's iconic)!!

lmk if you want anything in particular for any or all of these guys! i think it could be fun :)

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kayce dutton:

when you first got pregnant, you were so certain it was going to be a little boy, and that's what you told kayce. he smiled over at you, hand on your stomach as he shook his head.

"and why's that, baby?" he wondered.

"he's been kicking like a boy, and i've got the skin to show it's a boy. i've always imagined that i'd be a boy mom," you answered with a shrug, leaning into his embrace comfortably. "and we've already got tate. i think it'll be another boy."

and he'd been alright with that. he let you have your dreams of what to name him and how you'd have him and tate match in little cowboy outfits. you even omitted the gender reveal in favor of it being a surprise, but also because you were so certain it was a boy.

but, when that little girl came out, you both were in instant happy tears.

kayce held her first due to some complications during birth, and he suddenly remembered the joy that came with being a father. as he stared down at his baby girl with eyes that matched his, he was flooded with a certain protectiveness that didn't come with tate. this was his little girl - nobody was going to mess with her.

to say she was spoiled by her daddy was an understatement. there wasn't a day that he didn't come home with a new handful of wildflowers, one for each of his girls, and sit on the floor having her explain all her little drawings to him. when tate would mess with her, teasing as a good older brother would, kayce would give him a stern shake of his head, holding her close to his chest as she sniffled.

"she ain't a boy, bud," he told him. "i know she's your sister and you wanna tease her, but you gotta treat her like a lady."

"i just wanna make her laugh," tate defended.

"find another way, okay pal? there's a million ways to make her laugh and only a few to make her cry. let's figure that out, alright?" he said, pulling the boy into his side for a hug. tate looked at his sister, thinking for a moment before making a funny face, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes as he pulled his mouth at a funny angle. she burst into a fit of giggles, kayce high-fiving him as she clambered out of his lap to go play with her older brother.

you had to be the one to teach her to rope and ride, ensuring she had the true makings of a cowgirl because kayce did not want that life for her. he hoped that she wouldn't ever end up with a cowboy. but, once she knew how to ride well enough, he'd take her on long rides with him and tate, explaining the beauties of montana to them both.

he first bought her a dress from a little boutique in town and a matching bow to go with it when she was five, beyond excited to dress her in it and take her out on a daddy daughter date. you took tate on a mommy son date that same night, smiling as you saw your husband and daughter eating ice cream through the store window as tate dragged you to the theater down the street.

kayce stayed protective, but supportive of what she wanted - except for when she started getting cutesy around the newest ranch hand rip had let stick around, a kid called carter. kayce nipped that one in the bud real fast.

he thrived as a father, it was his true calling, with both tate and your little girl. having both felt like his life had equalled out and he ensured they had a close bond as well. kayce isn't a girl dad or a boy dad, he's just a dad, and he loves it.

rip wheeler:

rip would never admit it, but whenever he imagined finding a girl, settling down, and starting a family, it was always filled with daughters. it was easy to assume that he'd want all boys - he was one of the most manly men montana had ever seen. but, with that, he felt a need to have girls to protect, to be strong for.

so when that first baby ended up a girl, he was silently ecstatic.

"baby, it's a girl," he mumbled to you, his smile the widest you'd seen it since your wedding day.

he was so supportive during labor, petting your hair out of your face as you squeezed his hand tightly. when your little girl finally started crying, he took her straight from the doctor and set her on your chest, one hand on your arm and the other on the baby's back.

he watched over the both of y'all carefully. it was obvious to everyone that you were his number one priorities, and if anyone so much as mentioned your names with the wrong tone he was ready to fight.

rip started taking her out on rides as soon as she was able to be strapped to his chest and sit on a horse without crying, which was actually awfully early. you told him it was only because she was his daughter that he was able to do this, but they both loved it. she was an expert rider by the time she was eight years old, and a good roper too.

you had two twin girls after her, both absolutely adored by rip and their older sister. you were able to go on family rides at that point, you and rip with each one of the littles in front of you and your oldest perched behind rip with wide wondering eyes.

"daddy, an eagle!" she cheered, pointing over his shoulder at a bald eagle flying over the trees.

"good eye, baby," rip said, smiling as he high-fived the little girl.

she quickly became his right hand man. even at four years old, she was grabbing him a banana for breakfast before he headed out the door or helping him clean his boots. the older she got, the more responsibility she got, which was fine by her. she was strong and determined and a total daddy's girl.

until she became a brother's girl.

carter showed up when she was seven and she fell in love with him quickly. he was sweet with her, carrying her on his back out to the barn as she helped him shovel stalls the best she could.

rip didn't know how to feel about it until you finally approached him about adopting carter.

"it wouldn't be anything official since neither of y'all have any documentation or anything," you told him, fiddling with your fingers. "but, that boy needs a home. and rip, i really love him, and so does she, and so do you. we've got one extra room and a place at the table. i want him here. you've seen him with our baby girl, he wants to be a part of this family too. please, rip."

and so that was that. after you sat the boy down and told him, he became even more dependable. he was an avid protector of your daughter and rip actually began smiling at the sight of the two of them walking around the ranch.

rip didn't love carter the same way he loved his baby girl, he was always meant to be a girl dad, but he appreciated him nonetheless. the way he was with rip's daughters helped secure him in the little wheeler family, and rip was happy about it.

ryan:

ryan was in no way prepared to be a father. when you told him you were pregnant he about shat himself.

"but we used protection," he said, eyes wide as he paced the bunkhouse.

"well, quite obviously it didn't work," you said. you grabbed his arms. "ryan, hun, it'll be okay. okay? it'll all work out, we'll figure it out."

"i don't have anything for you. i can't do anything for you. i don't have a house for myself, i barely have my own truck, i make enough to live but i don't know how to provide for you," he stressed.

"we'll figure it out," you emphasized again, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly.

and you did. with how long ryan had been working on the yellowstone ranch and how close your family was to the duttons (how you'd met ryan, actually), john gave you space in the main house to take care of you new little girl - heavens knew there was enough room, he barely even noticed you were there. he, himself, was kind of obsessed with the idea of having another pseudo grandchild, and ryan was convinced that was the only reason he worked it all out for y'all.

ryan was a nervous father. he was uber careful, keeping constant eyes on the baby or whoever was holding her. ninety percent of the time, that person was himself. he barely even let colby hold her and he cursed out jimmy when he asked, saying how he wasn't about to let that dumbass, brain-injured, bronco-riding klutz of a rodeo star hold his precious baby girl and drop her on her head just like his parents had done to him, obviously.

everyone had a good laugh about that one.

your little girl wasn't around the horses or cows, or even a damn rope for so much of her life, but what she was around was poker. ryan had her in his lap as they played cards since she was a month old and not sleeping through the night. somehow, impeccably, she went down without a fuss after sitting through a few games of cards with her father and his friends.

when she got a bit older, he taught her all his favorite childhood card games, but she got bored of them. when you first walked in on him explaining poker to her, you about smacked him upside the head, but when you saw her smiling and figuring out the order of the cards you let it slide.

"she'll be cheatin' out the rest of us in no time," ryan said, running a hand over her hair as he smiled up at you.

"whatever you say, cowboy," you sighed, sitting next to her and picking at the chips he'd laid out for her.

for her tenth birthday, he threw her a poker party with the rest of the wranglers, the duttons, tate, and carter, with ibc rootbeers in a cooler to make her feel just as cool as the rest of them. it was the first time she'd played with anyone but her parents, and she was stoked.

she smoked their asses.

they were freaking flabbergasted, even ryan. he pressed a kiss to her head, laughing as he congratulated her. "that's my kid, everybody."

lee dutton:

lee never wanted kids.

he knew it, you knew it, john knew it, hell, the whole family knew it. it was never in his plan.

but, you also weren't in his plan. he'd had a perfectly organized idea of being the forever bachelor of the yellowstone, hitting up bars for quick girls when he wanted a makeout or one night stand or whatever, and then returning to life on the ranch.

well, you showed up, a horse trainer from the sixes, travis wheatley's little sister, and he fell in love so fast he almost tripped over his feet. he rushed into dating you, proposing, and marrying you but no one in montana had any complaints, except for maybe your father, but he was in texas so it didn't matter in the long run. and he also, accidentally, rushed into getting you pregnant, which was not the goal at all.

"i know, and i'm sorry, but i'm keeping it, baby," you'd told him the night he found the test. you held his face in your hands, brows furrowed. "i want this. i hope you can understand that."

"i never wanted kids," he told you, shaking his head and breathing out a deep sigh. "but, uh, with you? with you, i'm not so opposed." he looked up at you, mustering a small, almost scared smile. "hell, we're already here, ain't we? let's fuckin do this thing, baby."

"language, lee," you laughed.

his mind was blown when you gave birth, absolutely scared and amazed out of his mind when the nurse handed over this perfect, slightly messy, bundle of pink blankets screaming bloody murder to him as they cleaned you up.

"holy shit," he muttered, staring down at his daughter with wide eyes.

"language, lee," you groaned, sitting up and reaching out for the baby. he handed her to you immediately, watching the both of you carefully.

his world changed that day.

as soon as you were ready to let her out of the house, he took her everywhere with him, and he was not ashamed about it. the strap-on baby carrier was his best friend as he walked around the house, grabbing her nursing bottles before heading out to the barn. john laughed when he saw him the first time.

"and what the hell are you doing? you can't cowboy with a baby, lee," he told his eldest.

"watch me," was his answer.

you didn't know he was doing all this, only being told that he'd take her out while you got some rest or did whatever you needed to get done. it was nice to have little breaks throughout the day, but you worried if she was hungry. well, until you saw the little bottle holster he'd made himself that he kept strapped to his side.

you almost thought it was ridiculous, but it was the best possible outcome you could've hoped for, so you let him take her out every few days.

that girl was practically a cowboy by the time she was five years old. she knew all the terms, had her own boots, was dressed in the same wranglers and carhartts as her dad and grandpa, and always was begging for a horse. she wasn't allowed quite yet, but lee promised her she'd get one eventually.

he took her out hunting with him basically her whole life, teaching her the sacredness and also the practicality of it. she became obsessed with guns when she was eight, something you became especially worried about. you made him put extra locks on each case and then on the safe, the fear of her getting into them eating you alive. she complained about not being able to get a tag until she was twelve, but you thanked the state for it.

lee, of course, found a workaround where she began shooting bucks as big as the bed of his truck when she was only ten because it was on the dutton property - who was going to know? if she could love him anymore than she already did, she definitely did after that.

you kept it to the one kid, knowing she was all lee could really handle. and you were both happy to have her be the center of your worlds. and as much as some traditional montanans might argue that dutton ranch's succession should be male, anyone who met your daughter knew that that little ten year old was as much a cowboy as anyone on the ranch, following in the large footsteps of her grandpa and father with exactness.

jimmy:

jimmy was ecstatic when he learned you were pregnant, as nervous as it made him too. everything in his life was starting to work out; he'd figured out his dream job - to be a horse trainer, he had a good job, y'all had just gotten married, and he bought his first house right by the sixes.

"this is perfect," he told you, kissing your forehead as he smile widely. "everything is so perfect now, darlin'."

when you learned it was a girl that day at the doctor's office, he was even more ecstatic.

"our little cowgirl," you told him as he pulled you into his side.

"our little cowgirl," he nodded, a certain proud smile on his lips as he thought about what it'd be like raising a little cowgirl as a real cowboy now himself.

now that he had money, and good money too, he let himself go out and buy the baby all sorts of things, from cow printed blankets to little stuffed horses. you laughed when he came home one day with tiny little baby boots.

he put them on her as soon as she'd grown enough to give him the chance. he held her hands as he walked her around the room, the small girl bouncing a bit as she situated in her boots.

"i know they're kinda funny, hun," he hummed to her as she walked with him. "but, they're actually the best sort of shoe. you're gonna love 'em."

his favorite part of the day had always been coming home to you, but it was even better now that he had two people to come home to. and she loved her daddy, babbling with that big baby smile as she crawled to him. he'd always scoop her up into his arms and give her a big kiss on the cheek before walking through the rest of the house to find you.

he told her stories about the yellowstone ranch when he tucked her into bed, her favorite black and white spotted stuffed horse in her arms as she gazed up at him with a smile and big hazel eyes that mirrored his own.

when she got older, you started bringing her down to the arena to show her what exactly her daddy did. at that point, he was on travis' main team of show horse trainers, and he was happy to show off for his wife and little girl. she was always excited to watch him, hanging off the fence with a wide grin as you stood behind her, waving at your husband just as travis yelled at him to get back to work. it was the first time jimmy had ever really talked back to him, yelling not to curse when his daughter was around. travis never did it again and began to show off for the eight year old when she was around too.

she was spunky, way spunkier than jimmy was ready for and sassier than he ever had been. "she gets this from you."

when she went to travis asking for her own horse and better lessons, her brows raised and arms crossed over her chest, jimmy nearly had a heart attack. he dismounted his horse, crossing to his daughter but not making it before travis responded.

"what do i get if i do? horses aren't free, you know."

"a new trainer," she answered, nodding at him firmly. "i've seen y'all do this my whole life. i've rode my whole life. just gimme a shot."

at the ripe age of ten, she'd managed to convince travis wheaton to give her a horse, let her dad teach her, and the opportunity to stay on as she trained. travis laughed when he passed jimmy, shaking his head. "i hate to break it to you, but she ain't your kid, jimmy."

jimmy breathed a sigh of relief before he pulled her up onto his horse, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

"you've really got to talk to me about things like that before you just do it," he said. "that's my boss, you know that?"

"he ain't my boss," she laughed, kissing her dad on the cheek.

spencer dutton:

spencer had always wanted kids. and ever since he met you he knew he wanted to have them with you. but, life as a hunter in africa was dangerous enough as it is that you both agreed to wait.

life had other plans.

well, you weren't exactly careful, for one, and for two birth control was iffy, so you should've seen it coming sooner or later. it probably should've been later, but what the hell.

he decided that was the right time to quit being a predator hunter then and did what he could to get you both back to montana, hopefully before you popped. you didn't argue - you wanted to be home when you had your baby too. he took excellent care of you on each ship, each town, and on the train west, ensuring you always had water and foods that didn't make you want to throw up, being a constant pillow for when your body decided it needed a nap, and paying for the most comfortable accommodations the different vessels had.

you didn't know the gender of the baby until after you had her. you were exhausted, but spencer had been right by your side the whole way through, smoothing your hair back and cooling you down with a wet cloth as cara coached you through it.

the look on his face when cara exclaimed it was a girl was one you would never forget; a mixture between love, adoration, and excitement, and fear, protectiveness, and anxiety.

he coddled that baby girl. every night, he spent hours cooing to her as he rocked in the rocking chair his father had built when he was just a baby. he told her stories about cowboying and africa, sang her lullabies cara used to sing to him, and never missed an opportunity to kiss her sweet chubby cheeks.

"you're so good with her," you mumbled to him one night as you sat on his lap in the chair, head tucked into his neck as he held you in one arm and the baby in the other. "how do you do it?"

"i don't know," he whispered, glancing at you with a gentle smile before you both returned your gazes to your daughter. "loving her comes as easily to me as loving you. it's as natural as anything i've ever felt."

"so it's just instinct that helps you calm her in any situation?" you asked.

"well, i can't calm her in every situation," he said with a quiet chuckle. "you've got the only solution sometimes. but, yeah. i guess in other ways it is."

then things got worse with whitfield and the ranch. she was older then, about six, and spencer made sure she knew to never go anywhere alone, to scream for help if she ever saw anyone she didn't know on the ranch (because she knew and adored literally every cowboy working for jacob), and to run. fast.

and she was fast. like, surprisingly fast. she took great pleasure in challenging spencer and jack and jacob to races. spencer and jack always pretended to let her win, and so did jacob, but after he got shot she actually did start to win. when he was told to walk around to get better, she thought she would be encouraging by walking right by his side a little faster than he was able to. it did actually get him moving quicker, but cara was constantly rolling her eyes as she did it.

when she got older, of course spencer taught her how to shoot and hunt.

"this is what daddy did before you were born, princess," he told her as he helped her line up the sight to the target.

"kill things?" she asked, raising her brows. you laughed as you sat to the side, watching in amusement.

he cleared his throat, his brows furrowing a bit. "well, i mean, yes, but i was protecting people from animals that wanted to hurt them. and other times getting food for the family."

"so, do i have to get food for the family now?" she asked, looking down at the gun. he laughed.

"you don't have to, no," he reassured. "i just wanted to show you. it's something i love to do, and something to protect you. that's why mama knows."

"mama knows?"

"yes, i do, baby," you chimed in with a smile. "he showed me back when we were just teenagers. he's a lot better than me though, so you listen to him."

"can we shoot something real next time?" she asked, glancing back at spencer.

"maybe not next time, but when you get enough practice in then yeah," he answered.

"when is that?"

she had a lot of questions. and she always asked them. but, spencer was as even kiln as ever, so patient when he responded to her and made sure her curious little mind found the answers it needed.

but, whenever you thought of spencer as a father, there was always one night that came to mind. she was probably four and it was way past her bedtime. y'all had put her to sleep maybe ten times before she finally stayed in her room and you left to hopefully get some rest.

except spencer turned on the radio. you'd just gotten it the day before and were so excited about it and when he flicked it on, some slow, country tune was playing through it. he took you in his arms then, holding you close to his chest with his lips on your temple, swaying you both gentle along to the tune.

you were smiling the whole time, letting him twirl you once before bringing you in close again. only a few minutes into your impromptu slow dancing, your door was pushed open and in walked your toddler.

there was no shouting or frustrated demand for her to go back to sleep, even though that was very tempting given your last hundred tries to have her do just that. instead, spencer pressed a kiss to your head and twirled you out of his arms as he moved to scoop her up instead. he held her up with one arm, his other holding her hand as he spun slowly in circles.

"if i let you dance with mommy and me will you stay in bed?" he said, raising his brows as he met the eyes that matched his. she giggled, nodding as he kissed her cheek. "okay, then let's dance baby."

you leaned up against the bed frame, watching them with crossed arms and a smile as the music played through the small radio. he met your eyes and his smile grew, slowly spinning his way over to you. releasing your daughter's hand, he took yours instead and pulled you in close. his hand moved to your waist and soon you had your arms wrapped around him and your baby girl as he held her between you, swaying slowly.

as the song ended, he twirled you and then spun himself to earn a giggle from the toddler before setting her down and taking her small hand to give her a twirl as well.

your heart was so full in that moment. when he returned from tucking her in for the (hopefully) last time, you kissed him slowly, pulling away with a soft smile.

"you're a good dad, spencer," you told him. he shrugged, pulling you back in to hold you in a gentle embrace.

"you're a good mom. you make it easy for me."

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masterlist!!

[kxsagi]

hihihi~!

i really love your work and had a request to see if it was possible!

what’s your thoughts on bllk men if they were a girl dad? of course, they would be aged up. do you think they’ll do awesome or completely struggle with their daughter?

i just love girl dads, they’re so cute. i love bllk, too. so, why not put them together? <3

if you can do that, you’ll make my day!

“𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐚”

a/n: hi, this idea is so wholesome, i love the fluff!!!

i absolutely live for the daughter effect

(art credits go to kisa0813 on X)

ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, barou shoei, mikage reo, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi – “will try his absolute best but is also stressed 24/7”

reads every parenting blog and book he can get his hands on like it’s soccer film. 

cries the first time she says “dada.” 

overly worried about her crawling near anything mildly dangerous. “is that corner too sharp?? is the floor too hard???”

can braid hair decently now, but he watches a tutorial every time. 

tried to play soccer with her once. she picked flowers instead. he proudly kept them in his wallet for weeks. 

dad rating: 8/10 (competent, but emotionally overwhelmed).

nagi seishiro – “lady dad turned ultimate softie”

thought being a dad would be too much work… until she fell asleep on his chest once. now she has him wrapped around her teeny tiny pinky. 

lets her paint his nails. also lets her put stickers on his face. doesn’t flinch. 

he carries her on his shoulders all the time. even when she’s like 9. 

naps together = sacred bonding time (his love language as well). 

doesn’t know how to say no, so his daughter gets whatever she wants. 

dad rating: 10/10 (shockingly incredible and a natural, chillest girl dad on the planet).

bachira meguru – “chaotic good dad”

teaches her how to climb trees and paint murals on the walls (with washable paint… sometimes). 

she has glitter in her hair and so does he. always. 

they make up silly dances in the living room. matching pajamas. karaoke battles. 

lives for being called “her favorite person.” 

tells her monsters aren’t scary because she’s scarier, and she believes it. 

dad rating: 11/10 (she’s a menace just like him and they’re thriving).

itoshi rin – “emotionally constipated but trying so hard”

very awkward at first. holds her like she might explode. 

eventually becomes her quiet protector. she doesn’t need words when he’s around. 

learns to tie pigtails with surgical precision. might not talk much, but he’s very present. 

when she gets older and gets her heart broken, he will hunt the boy down. 

secretly lets her paint his nails black. she says he looks “cooler” that way. 

dad rating: 7/10 (emotionally struggling, but loves her more than anything). 

itoshi sae – “cool dad but unbothered until she calls him out”

acts chill, but his daughter has him clocked. “you act like you don’t care, but you bought me five outfits for one field trip, dad.” 

drives her to school with sunglasses on. she still holds his pinky. 

always says “no” to tea parties… until she calls him “sir sae of the pink palace.” then he pulls up in a crown. 

gives subtle but powerful advice. “you’re already better than anyone who doubts you.” 

dad rating: 9/10 (low effort, high impact. she’s his favorite person but he’ll never admit it out loud).

barou shoei – “terrifying to everyone but her”

she has a bow in her hair and he has matching scrunchies on his wrist. he pretends he doesn’t like it. 

yells at anyone who makes her cry. teachers. kids. possibly clouds. 

makes her eat vegetables. makes them look like her favorite animals first. 

draws a lion on every lunchbox note. sometimes it says “roar today” in all caps. 

once attended a ballet recital in a full suit. cried when she did a spin. 

dad rating: 10/10 (terrifying dad, softest girl protector ever).

mikage reo – “spoils her endlessly and unapologetically”

designer baby clothes. baby yoga. a mini sports car she doesn’t even know how to drive. 

makes flashcards to teach her 3 languages before age 4. 

will throw her a birthday party that costs more than a wedding. 

but if she says she’d rather have a picnic with him? he’s packing snacks in 2 seconds. 

wants her to know she can do anything, even if it means letting her “do his makeup” for 2 hours straight. 

dad rating: 9/10 (rich, extra, but devoted as hell).

kaiser michael – “wants to win best dad award… but needs help”

overly confident at first. “this’ll be easy, i’m amazing with kids.” drops the pacifier on the first try. 

secretly has parenting books hidden in his bathroom. will never admit he cried at a lullaby. 

tries to teach her german before she can even talk. 

his daughter tells him to stop showing off when they’re at the park. 

gets offended when she says “mommy’s stronger.” 

dad rating: 6.5/10 (trying his best, needs some humbling. but he does love her to pieces). 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[rainrot4me]

Odd idea, proxies as tutors? What would their subject be?

So cute!! Welcome to Slender High, folks. Might’ve went a little crazy with this one.

── .✦

✦ . jeff the killer ➝ coach woods

P.E. / Health class.

Gym/Health Class. An extracurricular, but somehow still mandatory. He also coaches the baseball team.

The chaotic hot substitute energy. Always wearing a hoodie with the school’s mascot, sunglasses indoors, probably chewing on a toothpick.

“Alright losers, five laps, and if I see you walking, I’m calling your mom.”

He somehow turns dodgeball into mortal combat and makes health class 80% stories about near-death experiences and how to reset your own nose.

Probably shows a video on CPR and then says, “Now forget that, here’s how you really do it.”

Kids love him. Teachers fear him. The nurse hates him. And yes, he did have to teach Sex-ed. It was traumatic for everyone.

✦ . ticci toby ➝ mr. rogers

Woodshop / Auto mechanic Tech

Woodshop & small engine repair.

Looks constantly disheveled but knows exactly what he’s doing. Calls you “kid” even if you’re older than him.

“You cut your hand? Sick. Lemme see.”

Surprisingly patient with students and very good at explaining with his hands. Loud power tools soothe him. All the troublemakers sit in his class for lunch.

Keeps forgetting he’s not supposed to swear.

Will give you a project to build a birdhouse and then disappear for twenty minutes only to come back with a full crossbow.

✦ . eyeless jack ➝ dr. nyras

Biology / Anatomy

Advanced Biology & Human Anatomy. Both honors.

That freakishly calm, soft-spoken teacher who you don’t want to piss off. Wears gloves at all times.

“Today we’ll be dissecting fetal pigs. Please refrain from vomiting on your lab partners.”

He talks about organs with way too much enthusiasm. Will give you full marks for effort and curiosity, but will also deduct points for making squeamish faces.

Nobody’s brave enough to ask where he gets the extra specimens.

Has an endless supply of black coffee and leaves the room colder than any other on campus. There are definitely rumors circulating that he is secretly a cult member.

✦ . masky (tim wright) ➝ mr. wright

History.

American & World History. But specifically World War II and awesome battle retellings.

Burnt out, deadpan, but wildly intelligent. Could teach the class hungover and still make it captivating. The kind of homework you could turn in a blank document and somehow still get a 100.

“History’s just war, ego, and bad ideas. Let’s begin.”

Will go on 30-minute tangents about conspiracy theories but somehow ties it back to the curriculum every time.

Wears the same cardigan three days in a row. Still smells like parchment paper and cologne.

Doesn’t grade your paper, just leaves cryptic comments like “The empire always strikes back. B+.”

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas) ➝ mr. thomas

Photography / Media Arts

Photography, Film Studies, Journalism. Has published his own book and reads from it daily.

Quiet, intense, incredibly observant. Wears all black. Always has a camera or notepad.

“Art should make you uncomfortable. That’s how you know it’s real.”

He gives very detailed feedback on creative work but refuses to compliment directly.

Shows weird documentaries and calls it “inspiration.” However, people are falling asleep left and right.

You catch him staring out windows or filming empty hallways. Nobody knows where he goes during lunch.

✦ . kate the chaser ➝ coach milens-hayes

Debate / Track Coach

Debate, Current Events / Track Coach.

Tactical jacket, heavy boots, hair tied back. No-nonsense, all intensity. Lives off of making kids nervous.

“Speak like you mean it, or sit down.”

Coaches you like a soldier: brutal honesty, high expectations, but genuine pride when you succeed.

Has you running mental laps just as much as physical ones.

Won’t admit she cares about her students, but she shows up to every event and stays late to help you prep. First to get to the field and last to leave, always making sure it’s in tip-top shape.

✦ . ben drowned ➝ mr. b

Computer Science / Game Design

Coding, Game Development, Hacking 101.

Hoodie pulled up, Monster can in hand, sits on top of the desk like a menace.

“Anyone touches my gaming rig and dies. Let’s boot Unity.”

Encourages cheating “if you’re smart enough to not get caught.”

Replaces your cursor with a meme. Has every shortcut known to man memorized. Practically speaks in HTML code.

Once programmed a jumpscare into the school website for fun.

✦ . clockwork ➝ dr. ouellette

Psychology

Intro to Psych, Criminal Behavior, Criminal Justice.

Cool older sister energy. Heels, eyeliner, slightly intimidating but smells amazing. Dresses like a lawyer.

“Let’s talk about what trauma does to the brain. Yes, again.”

Talks casually about serial killers and makes it sound like reading a cookbook. Always starts class by pulling up the town’s news articles to see if there’s been any murders.

Students either have a crush on her or fear her (usually both).

Never lets you slack off. Encourages you to journal and process your emotions even though she never does. Snatches phones like it’s a hobby.

✦ . laughing jack ➝ mr. lj

Theater / Creative Writing

Theater & Creative Lit. He likes to multitask his teaching.

Always wearing eccentric scarves, multicolored pants, and glitter eyeshadow. Calls everyone “darling.”

“Today we’re expressing grief through mime. Yes, you have to participate. No, it doesn’t have to be good.”

Encourages absurd ideas with wild enthusiasm. Will show up with sock puppets and expect you to act out King Lear. Art is whatever you can get away with in his class.

Gives strange but insightful writing prompts like “Describe your first heartbreak in the style of a horror movie.”

Students adore him. Admin tries to fire him every year. They can’t catch him. He once got a hateful letter from a parent and acted it out in front of the class with props.

✦ . nina the killer + jane everlasting ➝ mrs. hopkins + ms. richardson

Cosmetology + Home Ec

Duo teachers who co-teach Home economics and Cosmetology / Personal Care.

One side is sleek, black, hyper-organized. The other is hot pink chaos with glitter stickers on everything. The energy is immaculate. Their outfits reflect that.

Nina is your cool chaotic older sister who shows up with a matcha and false lashes at 8 a.m. and somehow makes it work. Nail art, extreme glam, wigs, special FX gore makeup (where she thrives—suspiciously too good with blood effects).

“Blend like your ex just saw you at Target, babes.”

Jane is strong, composed, elegant—but always one thread away from snapping. Always in black. The only one in the building who can get the lunchroom to shut up just by walking in. Knife skills, holistic skincare, sewing/repair, and self-defense baked into everything.

“No, you may not use glitter glue in your soufflé.”

Enemies to reluctant co-workers who constantly roast each other but would absolutely murder anyone else who tried to do the same. Nina walks in late with Starbucks and Jane says “You’re late.” Nina replies, “Your mascara’s uneven.”

The class becomes the spot for gossip, life lessons, and oddly effective therapy. Students worship them both. Their arguments are like watching two queens from rival kingdoms argue over who gets the last bit of land.

✦ . slenderman ➝ principal s

Principal / Philosophy

Technically the principal, but hosts one elite seminar class on ethics and metaphysics that only the honors students are allowed to attend.

Wears suits so sharp they could cut time. You can hear his presence before you see him. Definitely has a lanyard with keys you can hear from two hallways away.

“You are not here to learn. You are here to remember.”

Speaks in riddles, never uses a whiteboard, and grades on an unknowable system. Heaven help if you’re called into his office for disciple, you won’t come out the same.

Everyone is scared of him. Everyone respects him. Rumor is he doesn’t walk—he glides. He buys the faculty’s lunch every Friday, but that doesn’t make them any less nervous around him.

You leave his class every time feeling like your brain got wrung out and kissed on the forehead.

꩜ .ᐟ

[midnightshindig]

Single Mama! Reader with Cecil or Donald headcanons, pretty please. I’ll give you my prized Pokémon book for it.

Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader

oh my god i read this as sigma while scrolling through requests and had an aneurysm I'm so fucking brain rotted

anyways- Cecil and Donal are separate hcs, sorry if these are sort of short!

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is ambivalent and distant

he's not against you having a kid, but he doesn't know what to do with it

"Want a beer?" "HES FOUR" type shit

For the most part he treats your kid as cordially as possible.

If they're an elementary schooler, he might try and bribe them into liking him with toys

If they're more like a middle or high schooler, however, he treats them with respect

Cecil over her shaking some fourteen year olds hand like "I promise my intentions with your mother are good, I'm a good man and she's a great woman."

like oh my god just stooooop

but they lowkey kind of love it? Like, he's so aloof and weird, your kid(s) adore him

It's a very parallel-play type of thing

Cecil and you will be watching a movie and your kid will come downstairs and sit on the other side of the couch, casually reading a book or playing their 3ds or something

If your kid is interested in government or safety, Cecil will happily take them under his wing

You come back from the bathroom to find Cecil explaining calculus to your high schooler

or explaining the concept of government to your eight year old, who is happily absorbing it all like a sponge

He keeps it age appropriate

Cecil has a LOT of resources

So when he wants to take you out, you've got your pick of the best babysitters in the world

It's usually Donald ngl

sometimes, though, a teenage superhero will volunteer to babysit for some extra cash

So Eve-- or, more accurately-- Rex and Rae-- come over to babysit.

(ignore season three for these purposes- stfu it's cute)

And Cecil takes you out on the town

being a single mom means you have a hard time getting to be just Y/n, not Y/n the mom

Cecil makes sure you know how special you are

Corny ass man probably takes you swing dancing or something

Red Lobster type mf

I'm kidding he takes you to a very nice dinner

and buys an extra dessert for your kid <3

Donald

BIG nerd

Your kid like pokemon? Oh he's studying up rn to impress them

Because of this Donald's at work reading Warrior Cats and Cecil is like "Donald what the fuck is that?"

"Oh- My girlfriend's kid is really into this serious, I want to make a good impression."

"A grown man having warrior cats knowledge is terrifying, Donald."

psshhh whatever Donald doesn't care.

Tries to win over your kid by showing off his robotic features (once he gets used to it himself)

WILL take your kid to the park with you as a date

I hc Donald probably doesn't have too much in the way of his own family, so he's charmed by yours

Donald likes to take your kid(s) with you on dates

Group family dates if you will

So you all go to the movies, or maybe to dinner every now and again, stuff like that

But he makes time for just you don't you worry.

Type of dude to throw your kids in the air.

he's just casually available and emotionally supportive

ALSO teaches your children stuff, but more like history or lower level math

I have the very specific image in my head of your 3rd/4th grader coming home crying because her school is doing a daddy daughter dance and like.... she doesn't have a dad? What is she going to do?

You offer her to bring her uncle, or maybe she could bring you?

Donald comes back from the store with groceries for dinner and your daughter lights up

"I want Donald to take me!"

"Hm?" he puts the bags down to high five your daughter hello "Take you to what, kid?"

You sighed, leaning awkwardly against the kitchen counter "She's having a daddy daughter dance at school- Honey, why don't you take your uncle?"

Donalds eyes widen and he has to hold back a wobbly smile "No it's okay! I'll take her." Oh fuck it, dude is smiling

Ugh i'm a wreck he's so sweet

He's not trying to replace their dad or anything

like literally "not the step dad he's the dad who stepped up"

[thanksbutno98]

The Adventures of Molly (Part 1)

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: The Price’s family dog gets into just as much trouble as the rest of them.

Authors Note: To make up for my lack of including Molly in my fics I decided to dedicate one to her. I’ll be doing one or two more of her through the years as the Price children get older.

Warnings: Swearing, injury, pregnancy, not edited

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It was a windy spring day as you and your family stood in the small shelter where the new litter of puppies were housed. You and your husband John Price were finally pulling the trigger and getting the dog you always spoke about. It had been a dream to have lambs in your large plot of land but in order to do that you needed a herding dog.

So here you were, picking one out together. You brought your four year old son Jj and two year old daughter Evelyn. Jj was enamored by the mother dog who birthed the litter while Evelyn was giggling over the puppies wrestling.

“The mummy puppy must be so sad.” Jj was on his tip toes trying to get a better look over the wired fence.

The female blue merl border Collie was curled up in the far corner with a single one of her pups laid on her back by her head. The others were running around and playing. Letting out little yelps and high pitched barks as they tackled each other.

“What makes you say that?” John inquired wondering what his son was getting at.

“People are taking her puppies away. Mummy would be so sad if someone took me and Evie away.” Looking up into John’s matching sky blue eyes Jj had a serious expression on his face. His eyebrows were knit together and full lips fixed in a frown.

“He makes my heart swell and ache at the same time.” You whispered to John.

“Intuitive little guy.” He whispered back.

The two of you were immensely proud that teaching your son empathy wasn’t a challenge. The boy came hardwired carrying about others and now you knew that extended to animals.

“That’s why it’s so important we take good care of the pup. So his mama never has to worry.” Squatting down John spoke softly yet seriously to his son.

He didn’t realize that single sentence seared itself into his son’s mind.

“I’ll walk her every day, feed her lots of treats, and she can even snuggle in bed with me.” Shaking his head admittedly you could see your son was taking this seriously. At four years old he seemed to understand the importance of taking good care of a dog that some adults struggled to grasp.

“Which one do you think, John?” You asked your husbands opinion not knowing what attributes made a good herding dog.

“That one!” Jj’s chubby finger pointed at the sleeping puppy laying on her mothers back.

The small pup had a similar blue merl coat as her mother only she was tri-colored. Her little face was an almost lilac grey with pure white running up her snout and disappearing to the back of her head. One eyes was hugged with a crescent shape of tawny fur while the other had a single dot above it. Her ears matched perfectly with black fur at the point and tawny fur on the inside. The pale grey fur that ran along her body matched her mother’s with the black speckled spots and splotches of pure white.

“You sure? He seems a little. . . lazy.” John, now standing back at his full height, was scratching the back of his head watching how the five other liter mates wrestled and totted around clumsily.

“She’s just sleepy and needs a cuddle.” Jj reasoned with John.

“Oh let him have her.” Bumping John with your hip he continued to look at the sleeping puppy not completely sure this was a good choice for the dog’s intended purpose.

“C’mon! She’s my best friend! She loves me already I swear she does!” Jj was bouncing up and down while pulling on John’s belt loops. Hooking his fingers into the loops Jj arched his back and let his head fall back.

“Pleeease daddy.” Bearing his teeth Jj lightly swung back and forth as he dangled himself backward.

“Okay fine.” John caved. Seeing his son ask so cutely was enough for him to give him what he wanted.

“Can we meet that one?” John pointed to the tiniest of the liter who was sound asleep and making little yipping noises as she dreamt.

“Yes, go right into that pen and I’ll bring her right over for you all to meet.” The elderly woman motioned to the empty pen behind you that was used to introduce the puppies to potential families.

You all piled in and John was giving you a funny look. Rubbing his back you tried to silently reassure him this puppy was fine. That he was being a good father by entertaining his son’s opinion.

Soon enough the small tri-colored border collie was placed on the opposite side of the pen as you. She wobbled on her tiny paws and then turned back to look in the direction of her mother. It was the cutest noise she let out lightly yelping and then howling for her mother.

“It’s okay if you miss your mummy. I’m right here.” Jj kneeled a foot behind the tiny pup with his right hand outstretched.

She turned to look at Jj, tilted her head to the side, took a single step forward and sniffed the space right before his hand. Taking another step she gave him a better sniff then a little lick. There was a few second pause as the gears in her little head turned and then it seemed like she made up her mind. Trotting forward she climbed into Jj’s lap, circled a few times, then plopped down and went to sleep.

“Told you she’s my best friend.” Jj spoke in a tiny voice trying not to wake up his new companion.

“Seems like a perfect match.” The elderly woman smiled sweetly seeing this adorable display of two babies finding their forever family in each other.

“I can’t say no to that. She curled up on him in seconds.” With outstretched arms John barely glanced at you. He was snapping picture a second later which you would end up hanging up in your downstairs hallway.

“Got a name picked out?” The elderly woman asked you and John.

“Molly. Her names Molly.” Jj spoke with the sweetest smile plastered across his young face.

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“Jj, where’s Molly?” John asked as he entered his son’s room.

Jj’s room was rectangular shaped with his door located in the right corner. These forest green walls held where Jj loved to play with his toys the most. There was a birch desk in the right corner across from the bedroom door. It was new yet still had marker stains and smudges of water color paints. There was a navy blue rug in the center of the room with a recent stain from when Jj threw up all over John.

In the center of the wall that shared the bedroom door was Jj’s twin sized bed. His bed stuck out to bisect the room and had two night stands on either side of it. After that was his closet door. There was a toy chest at the end of the bed and a dresser on the far wall between the two windows.

It had been a week since you brought your new family member home. Jj kept to his word and walked her every day. The only thing was, he kept battling you and John constantly that Molly needed more treats and should be allowed to snuggle in his bed. She wasn’t house trained yet so it was a firm no from you both. You also told Jj she wouldn’t be allowed on any furniture, that she would have her own dog bed. This made your son throw an absolute fit. That didn’t stop you from finding Molly hidden under his covers fast asleep.

“I think mummy has her.” Jjs voice could be heard from the opposite side of his bed. Little did Jj know you were the one who sent John to go find Molly.

John couldn’t see Jj since he was clearly hiding. There was a soft lapping sound of something being licked that gave the four year old away. Walking around the bed John saw his son lying on his belly with Molly lying right next to him. Jj had a jar of peanut butter opened and his hand coated in the sticky substance as Molly licked it clean.

“The good peanut butter, really?” With a straight face John asked.

Jj slowly looked up with a sheepish smile.

“She should have the best treats. Her mummy would want that.” Jj tried to reason.

Sticking his full hand back into the jar he lathered it up again and offered it to Molly. John was partially annoyed for his son’s lack of listening but he couldn’t deny how cute Jj looked being sweet to their new dog. Dressed in his fire truck pajamas with multiple dog toys lying around him.

“Jj that stuffs expensive.” John chuckled.

“I’ll eat the bad peanut butter, I don’t mind. I want Molly to have the tasty kind.” Getting up to kneel Jj gave John a toothy smile that didn’t reach his icy blue eyes.

Jj was unsure if he was in trouble but if he was it was worth getting his new best friend a yummy snack. Jj went to lather his hand again but gasped when John grabbed the jar off the floor and screwed the lid back on.

“Daddy-“

“If she has anymore she’ll get sick. Like the time you wouldn’t stop eating m&m’s.” With a smirk John motioned for Jj to get up.

“Mummy shouldn’t have left them out.” Jj explained to John as if he wasn’t the one to have his son throw up all over him from eating way too much candy.

“Go and wash your hands. Then we can take Molly out back and let her run around off leash.” John started to laugh as Jj gasped in excitement and ran out his room to go wash up.

“Molly you’re gonna love this!” Jj squealed from the bathroom.

To John’s amazement the 9 weeks old puppy trotted after his son. She breezed right by John like he didn’t exist and was fixated on the little boy.

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“Jj! The peanut butters missing again.” You called from the kitchen.

It didn’t sound like a warning but it was. And soon enough your son appeared in the kitchen doorway looking guilty. Next to him was your new puppy who had been a part of the family for four months now. She had grown incredibly fast and no longer looked like a puppy. At the rate she was growing she’d be the same size as Jj in a few months.

“Can we get a ‘Molly’ peanut butter?” It came out as a whine.

“We have one.” You reminded your son and motioned for him to hand over the nice glass jar.

“But it’s gross.” Jj complained as he handed you the overly priced jar.

“Dogs shouldn’t be having all this sugar. It’s not good for them. That’s why we got her a sugar and salt free one.” You were surprised to see Jj roll his eyes and you could feel the sass about to come which was unlike the normally agreeable child.

“Don’t worry Molly I’ll make sure meanie mummy isn’t giving you that gross stuff.” Petting her head Jj ran for the back door.

“Slow down.” John chuckled as Jj ducked between his father’s long legs and ran into the yard. Molly barked and ran after your son clumsily.

John was just walking into the house from work. He was dressed in beige cargo pants and a green t-shirt that was tucked in. There was a stack of files in his hand that he tossed on to the kitchen table before coming over to greet you.

“Where’s the little gremlin?” John looked around for his daughter.

“Napping. She’s been a menace today. Laughing like a maniac every time I said no and then doing whatever it was right in front of me.” The thought of you dealing with that all day made John chuckle.

“Sounds like she takes after you.” The cheeky comment had you dodging his hello kiss.

That didn’t seem to deter your husband who pinned your arms to your side from behind and pressed his body against you so you were half leaning over the counter. Your bum was firmly pressed to his crotch while his hands were getting very close to your breasts. John kissed your cheek over and over until he was sick of it and went for the other one. He picked you up slightly, your feet hovering a few inches above the floor as he continued his assault.

“Let go.” You giggled and wiggled in John’s grasp.

“DADDY!!” The sound of your son shrieking had John dropping you and full on sprinting for the door.

You were right behind, your chest tight and an instant panic kicking in. Jj was sweet and a tough little boy. He hardly screamed unless it was from laughter. The only times he screamed your names was when Evelyn was taking his toys or the few times she bit him. This type of scream was very uncommon. Your son sounded scared.

You and John were running like hell to your son who was much farther away from the house than he was normally allowed. The rule was if you weren’t outside with him he was not allowed near the pond or past the soccer net. Right now he was at the edge of the forest stumbling back to his feet.

“Are you okay.” John had his hands on Jj grabbing his shoulders and jostling him around to look at him.

Jj was covered in mud but only on the front of him. It looked like he must have belly flopped into a puddle or something.

“Molly chased a fox into the woods! YOU HAVE TO GET HER!” Throwing his head back Jj began to wail.

Fat tears rolled down his face and he plopped down to the ground on his bum and weeped pathetically into his hands.

“Molly’s mummy would be worried about her!” Jj shrieked and tugged at his hair realizing this all of a sudden.

You had just caught up at this point catching the latter half of the conversation. That’s when you saw Molly dive through the woods seemingly chasing after something. If she was to get lost in there you weren’t sure you and John would be able to find her. Without thinking you took off into the woods after Molly. You followed the sounds of her barking. Ducking under branches and leaping over fallen trees you followed after her as fast as your legs would take you. Eventually you saw her again growling and barking up a tree a good distance into the woods.

“Gotcha!” You scooped the pup up into your arms. You were huffing and puffing trying to catch your breath. Turning back you realized you couldn’t see your house anymore.

“Oh, fuck.” You turned back around trying to see if there were any land markers so you could find your way back.

You couldn’t hear or see it but Jj was now lying on the ground crying hysterically at John. John was doing his best to try and calm the four year old down.

“We lost mummy and Molly!!” Jj could barely see straight with how the tears blurred his eyes.

“They’re not lost.” John glanced back at the house.

This was not a good situation for him. Jj was probably right and you were lost in the woods, that would be so like you. The only thing stopping John from going and finding you was the fact Evelyn would be left by herself in the house while she napped. But John knew the worst thing that could happen was she cried waiting for you to come get her. Picking up the sobbing four year old John began his trek through the woods to find you.

It didn’t take long you were about a quarter mile in the woods sitting on a fallen tree holding Molly.

“MOLLY!” Jj wiggled aggressively until John placed him on his feet.

Sprinting over Jj slammed into your thigh and started hugging the sleeping puppy.

“Molly I’ll never lose you again!” Your little boy started to cry half way through his sentence. Laying his head on her soft fur he began to weep all over again.

“I’m sorry Molly’s mummy! I’ll keep her safe!” Jj cried into her fur, a guilt you didn’t realize he was carrying spilling out.

“Found you quick.” John placed a kiss to your head and then squatted down to hug Jj.

You wrapped John and your little boy up in a hug as he continued to cry until he was too tired to walk back. John carried the now sleeping Jj while you carried Molly.

“I’m surprised I found you so quick.” John spoke softly as you made your trek back to the house.

“I decided to just sit down and wait for you. I thought if I tried to find my way back I’d only get more lost.” You shrugged.

“He’s so much like you Y/N.” John whispered and placed a soft kiss to the top of Jj’s sleeping head.

“You think?” You asked wondering what John meant.

“Crying over Mollys mum maybe being worried about her. I would’ve never thought that way as a kid. But you? That’s all you. The caring so deeply it leaves you guilt ridden.” Johns words made your heart swell. It felt amazing to be seen on such a vulnerable level and how your son had inherited some of your traits.

By the time you were back at the house Jj was waking up and asking for a snack. You sat him at the kitchen table and gave him apple slices and peanut butter. You and John realized quickly that the snacks you gave Jj were shared with Molly. So now you had to make sure every snack was dog friendly.

“Jj I’ve got a question for you.” John asked his puffy eyed little boy.

Jj hummed devouring his snack and getting peanut butter all over his face. Molly was lying just beneath his feet chomping on an apple slice.

“What do you think about Molly’s mummy? You bring her up a lot.” Sitting next to his son John took one of the apple slices and ate it.

“She would want Molly to run and play all the time, eat the best treats, learn stuff like how to sit and shake. She’d want Molly to have the comfiest bed and all the snuggles in the world.” Speaking with his mouth full Jj pretended to drop another apple slice that was quickly eaten by his best friend sitting under his feet that didn’t reach the floor.

“Why do you say that?” John followed up.

Jj paused for a second and looked up at John and then at you. You were standing on the other side of the kitchen getting lunch ready. John’s line of questioning had you curious to hear what your son was thinking.

“If Mollys mummy took me, mummy would want her to do stuff like take me to the trampoline park and get us fancy peanut butter. Or special snuggles, big fat kisses, and let me and Evie sleep in her bed sometimes.” Jj waved around his apple slice dipped in the brown sweetness.

You squeaked lightly hearing your son’s words. It was involuntary how tears welled in your eyes and a rock formed in your throat. Your lip began to quiver knowing that’s how your little boy saw you. That you would want only the best for him and he knew that. Taking a deep breath that came in rather sharp you wiped your eyes quickly.

“I love you more than anything in the world Jonathan.” You were making your way over to your son and soon hugging him tight and placing kiss after kiss to his cheek.

Jj giggled and tried batting you away. Giving up he hugged you back his sweet laugh filling the kitchen.

“Seeeeee mummy gives me snuggles.” Jj stuck his tongue out at John who was chuckling at you two.

“Good lad.” John ruffled the little boys hair and then plucked an apple slice with extra peanut butter and gave it to Molly.

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“MUSH!” The Price children shouted in unison.

Jj and Evelyn Price were sat on the bright blue sled at the top of the small hill to the right of their homes driveway. It slopped down and became flat for about twenty yards before the thicket of trees that hid the property from the street. Jj had tied Molly’s leash to the end of the sled so she could pull them down the hill. Molly was officially full grown at 32lbs and spry. Today was her birthday making her a year old.

Jj, who was almost five, was dressed in a red snow suit with the hood up and pulled tight. He had lime green mitten on and matching boots. Evelyn, a few weeks away from being three, was dressed in a pastel purple snow suit with a pink scarf and hat snuggly on. She refused to put her hood up and wore Jj’s old dark blue boots that were a size too big.

“Jj!” Evelyn whined at the fact Molly wasn’t moving.

“Molly, mush!” Jj tried again, kicking his feet.

Molly looked back at Jj and then squatted and peed. It had become obvious over the year together Molly was sweet but not the smartest dog. Jj would become shrill whenever John called her dumb. But even he at times blankly stared at her when she ran into the glass door for the hundredth time.

“Ew.” Evelyn’s nose scrunched.

“Wait here, I have an idea!” Jj got off the sled and ran over to where you and John were shoveling the driveway.

It was a snow day for daycares and schools leaving you and the children home for the day. John called out saying he had family matters to attend to which was truly playing with the kids in the snow. You two just had to get the long drive way cleared first.

“Where are you going?” Sticking his shovel into the snow John watched Jj hop off the small mound of snow forming along the driveway as you two shoveled.

“Mummy I need a tennis ball.” Jj ran straight into you, his feet catching on some ice and unable to stop himself.

“Careful.” You slipped at the force but caught yourself before you took Jj down with you. Reaching into your pocket you gave Jj the tennis ball you grabbed before heading outside.

“Thanks!” Grabbing it with both mittened hands Jj turned and went to run back to Evelyn. She was lying down flat in the sled with her tongue stuck out trying to catch snow flakes.

Jj took two steps away from you then slipped and fell backwards. Before you or John could ask if he was alright he was slipping while he got back to his feet and was off running again.

“Evie look!” Jj waved the tennis ball around.

Still lying on her back Evelyn turned her head to look at her brother. Once again Jj tripped a few feet away from the sled and face planted into the snow. Lifting his head up with a face covered in snow Jj watched the bright green tennis ball begin to roll down the hill. Evelyn sat up quickly to check on Jj.

“You oka-“ Evelyn began to ask but went flying backward hitting her head off the sled.

The tennis ball rolled right past Molly and she took off after it. In her haste the sled slowed her for only a second so she pulled harder to catch up to the bright green ball quickly rolling down the hill.

“MUMMY!” Evelyn shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Her tiny mittened hands gripped the edges of the sled as the sky and tree tops whizzed by. The uneven grooves of snow sent her small body bouncing up in the air and colliding back down against the plastic of the sled.

“EVIE!” Jj was scrambling to his feet and began chasing after the sled as it flew down the hill with Molly still pulling it.

The sound of crunching snow echoed in the little boys ears as he ran after his baby sister. He was running extremely fast in his mind and would catch up to her in no time.

The screams caught you and John’s attention. It was comical to watch the sled lurch forward and then take off down the hill quickly behind Molly. Jj was running so slow you wondered if he was even trying. After a few steps he fell face first into the snow again so hard he slid down the hill a couple feet.

John dropped his shovel and ran after Molly and Evelyn before she was dragged to the street. You made your way over to Jj who was struggling to get up after falling so many times.

“You okay?” Jj heard your voice over his shoulder.

He stayed laying there face first in the snow not willing to get up yet.

“Yes.” His sweet voice was muffled against the snow.

With a small laugh you picked him up and set him back on his feet. Jj’s cheeks were tinted from the cold snow that you were brushing away. He could feel it sticking to his eyelashes but you soon had those cleaned off too. Looking to the bottom of the hill Jj saw his father walking up the hill with Evelyn on his hip and the sled under his other arm. Molly was trotting behind, jumping and trying to take the tennis ball Evelyn was holding.

“Smart idea, Jj.” John praised as he made it to where you and Jj were.

“You okay Evie!?” Jj asked clearly worried.

“That. Was. WICKED!” Throwing her hands into the air you and John laughed at her reaction.

“I’ll stand at the bottom of the hill and your mum will get you two set up.” John placed Evelyn down and then handed you the sled.

“Really!?” Jj was now bouncing up and down at the prospect of you and John joining in on the fun.

“And then when we’re done with sledding we can build a snowman.” You added which had Evelyn cheering.

“I want to build a snow dog so Molly can have a friend!”

——————

“How you feeling little man?” John was just walking into Jj’s room.

Jj who was now six had caught the flu and was held up in bed. He was curled up under his blankets with a pile of tissues sitting on his night stand and a few had fallen to the floor.

As soon as John opened the door Molly busted through with so much force the door slammed into the wall. She dashed across the room and jumped into Jj’s bed not caring if she squished him in the process. Standing over the boy she frantically licked his face which made him squirm and giggle.

“Someone missed you and I thought you could use a buddy.” It made John’s heart flutter seeing how much Molly and Jj meant to each other.

Molly had been whining at the bottom of the stairs all day wanting someone to open the gate and let her upstairs. Evelyn entertained her for a little but they both grew bored of one another. You tried to take Molly for a walk but two steps out of the door Molly became a statue. She pointed herself towards the house and you knew it was because she wanted Jj to walk her, not you.

“You sick of Evie? She can be a pill can’t she.” Jj ruffled the scuff of Mollys fur while he spoke in a mock deep voice.

“Get some sleep.” John gave Jj a kiss to the top of the head and the ruffled Mollys head.

Molly circled a few times and then laid herself on top of Jj’s legs. The two fell asleep quickly and Jj was finally able to get the rest he needed.

——————

It was quiet, much quieter than John was use to. The kids and you must be out shopping or running errands. This was a rare occasion and John was ready to seize his moment of solitude. So he thought this would be a good time to make himself a sandwich.

Piling the lunch meat high and adding an extra slice of cheese John squished the sandwich down enjoying the sound of the crisps crunching between the bread. Next John poured himself a glass of milk to go along with the blueberry danish he grabbed as dessert. Setting off to the living room John placed his plate and cup on the coffee table.

Molly who had gotten a bit rounder over the years was napping on the chaise lounge of the U shaped couch. John use to shoo her off furniture and usher her over to her dog bed but had given up in recent years. The children invited her on the couch or their beds whenever he wasn’t in the room. You had even joined in, having Molly nap with you on the couch or in bed when John was abroad.

“John.” Your voice called from the back door as soon as John turned on the television.

Falling back into the cushions John groaned in disappointment. He almost got away with having a snack, that you considered a full meal, by himself. Looking down at the delicious sight in front of him John sighed and accepted defeat. Now he would be sharing this with his kids once they saw it.

“Coming.” John called back.

Getting up from the couch John made his way to the kitchen. He saw your kids carrying a large brown paper grocery bag each. That’s when John remembered you asked him what he needed from the grocery store before he headed out that morning.

“Thank you, darling.” John gave you a sweet peck to the lips.

He hated shopping and it was especially difficult with the kids. They were either at each other’s throats or asking for everything they knew they couldn’t have and whining about it. It almost always ended in a quiet car ride home because John demanded silence and if there was a single peep there’d be consequences.

“Can you two go clean up the yard toys please?” You asked your children as you began to put away the groceries.

“No.” Evelyn spoke sweetly, smiled and began to walk down the hall toward the living room.

“Oi, don’t be cheeky and go pick up the toys.” John was flabbergasted by her response.

“Why ask if I don’t have a choice.” Turning on her heels the sweet demeanor flipped to a sour one.

“You’d rather I boss you around?” You asked unable to hold back your laugh.

“I’d rather not do it at all.” Evelyn grumbled, slipping her shoes back on and heading out the back door.

“Molly!” Jj called from the back door for her to come join them outside.

“Think she’s napping.” John told his son only to eat his words.

Molly appeared at the end of the hallway and slowly, very slowly, made her way out the back door to join Evelyn and Jj.

“Think she can walk any slower?” You asked John who just walked in with the rest of the groceries bags hugged to his chest.

“Laziest dog I’ve ever met. To think we were going to use her for herding.” John chuckled.

Placing the bags on the counter John dipped out to grab his food and eat in the kitchen. That way he could chat with you and still enjoy his snack. Entering the living room John wasn’t sure what he was expecting now that he thought about.

His plate was licked clean and even his glass of milk was drank.

“No wonder she was moving so slow.”

——————

“MOLLY!” John’s voice echoed in the house as he shouted like a banshee.

“Jesus, John you’re going to burst a blood vessel.” You had waddled into the kitchen from the living room at the sound of your husband losing his mind.

You were eight months pregnant and feeling irritable with your husband today. John hadn’t done anything but for some reason just the sight of him had been ticking you off since this morning. Once you saw what he was shouting about you felt your blood pressure spike.

“MOLLY!” You shrieked.

The shoe rack you kept by the back door was flipped over and every pair of shoes had been torn to shreds. Molly didn’t discriminate. She went for your heels, sneakers, slippers, and crocs. The kids shoes and Evelyn’s ballet slippers were decimated. John’s boots, trainers, and a few hats were also casualties.

“That damn dog!” Picking up the sole to his expensive dress shoe John flung it forcefully at the tattered remains of hundreds of dollars of shoes.

“I’ll go find her.” You stopped John from storming upstairs and shouting even more.

“Why weren’t you watching her?” John hissed in your face.

“Why weren’t you watching her!” You snapped back.

“I was busy!” You knew it was just a fit of rage that John was turning on you but you didn’t appreciate it. As if on cue your little girl kicked in your belly as you prepared to verbally eviscerate your husband.

“Yeah, and I was over in the corner twiddling my thumbs! Oh wait I was cleaning your mess in the living room with swollen fucking ankles.” Your venom had John putting up his hands as if saying he gave up and then he took a deep breath.

“Sorry. Let’s go find her and make sure she didn’t eat any of this. Then it’ll be a vet bill on top of it all.” John gave you an apologetic smile and hugged you to say sorry.

His hands rubbed your large belly and lingered on the little feet kicking away.

You stood there with your arms crossed over your chest and refused to hug him back. With a kiss to your lips that you didn’t return you both made your way up to Jj’s room where Molly most likely was. Once up on the second floor and down the hallway you could see Jj’s door was shut which was unusual.

Everyone in the house kept their bedroom doors open unless they were changing or sleeping. Knocking firmly John didn’t wait for a response and tried to open the door. Only it didn’t budge.

“Jj you can’t hide her in there.” Rattling the door by the knob John then knocked again a little louder.

There was silence behind the door. You and John shared a look and then you nodded for him to go ahead. With the tips of his finger John searched the top of the door frame for the skeleton key you hid up there. The sound of the key turning in the lock finally elicited a response from the eight year old.

“IM NAKED!” Jj blurted out as you and John entered his room.

Jj was standing on the far left corner of his bedroom fully clothed. His bed bisected the room blocking you or John from getting to him quickly. The closet door popped open for a second but Jj casually leaned against it.

“What’s in there?” The gravel in John’s voice rumbled from his chest.

The look John was giving his son had Jj gulping in suspense. The young boy was trying his best to stay straight faced but he realized how much better his sister was in moments like this.

“Nothing.” It surprised you how smoothly Jj spoke.

“You sure about that?” You followed up.

Jj wouldn’t even look at you. It was one thing to fib to his father but it felt impossible for him to do it to you.

“Jonathan, look at me.” You told him sweetly.

John was slowly rounding the bed. Jj had his eyes locked on his father. Slowly he pressed his back fully against the door no longer pretending like he wasn’t hiding anything. With a frown on his face Jj apprehensively looked at you who was nodding your head for him to give up.

“We just want to check if she’s okay. We’ve never punished her before and we aren’t going to start now.” Trying to reassure Jj didn’t seem to work.

“Whatever it is she didn’t do it.” Jj blurted out at John who was now standing directly in front of the boy.

Realizing he had lost Jj decided he wouldn’t go down without a fight. Grabbing the door knob Jj rushed forward opening the door behind him. Throwing himself at John Jj bear hugged his father pinning his arms to his sides.

“RUN MOLLY!” Jj shouted holding on as tight as possible so John couldn’t run after her or free his arms right away.

When Jj realized his father wasn’t struggling he looked up at him. John’s icy eyes looked amused and he had an eyebrow quirked down at the eight year old.

“I commend your tenacity.” John chuckled and then nodded with his chin for Jj to turn around.

Letting go slowly Jj then turned quickly to look at Molly. Molly was lying at the bottom of Jj’s closest chewing on his brand new football cleats.

“MOLLY!”

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Practice Crush - Soonyoung

pairing: Soonyoung x reader synopsis: You’re the clumsy newcomer at his dance academy. Hoshi offers to help — and ends up falling for your determination, not your footwork. wc: 4.1k genre: Fluff, Slowburn (im sorry..), Slice of Life, (light) Angst, Diary Entries warning: Mutual Pining, Teasing, Food Mentions, Crushing so hard it hurts™(yes), Joshua helps out a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOSHIIII!!! hope you guys enjoy this one!!

13/03/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

Today was my first class at Polaris Dance Academy. I almost ate the floor during warmups. Twice.

Everyone here moves like they’re made of music — smooth, confident, in control. And then there’s me.

Flailing like a baby giraffe on a sugar rush.

The worst part?

I tripped over my own shoelaces right in front of Kwon Soonyoung. Hoshi. As in Polaris’ golden boy. The living embodiment of rhythm.

He smiled.

Helped me up.

Said, “Careful. The floor bites if you’re not nice to it.”

And I laughed, like an idiot.

I think I might have a crush on him.

No.

I definitely do.

—

14/03/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal (Hoshi)

Note to self:

New girl in Level 1 contemporary — name tag said “Y/N.”

Tripped mid-turn. Landed on the floor with her arms flailing like she was in a cartoon. It was kind of impressive, actually.

She looked so embarrassed.

I offered her a hand, told a dumb joke about the floor biting. She laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

Cute laugh. Big eyes.

Looks like she tries really hard. Like… really hard. I respect that.

Might offer to help her after class. I remember what it felt like to be the one always behind.

Plus…

She has this determination in her eyes.

It’s kind of magnetic.

—

17/03/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

So I stayed after class to practice the transition into pirouettes — the one that always makes me feel like a broken spinning top.

And guess who stayed too?

Hoshi.

He asked if I wanted help.

ME.

I said “sure” so fast I think I accidentally bowed twice.

He adjusted my arm position gently, told me to breathe, not hold so much tension in my shoulders. I nodded like I understood any of it, then spun straight into the mirror.

He didn’t laugh.

He just said, “Okay, we’re gonna try again. This time, you trust yourself.”

No one’s ever said that to me before. Not like that.

I think I might cry.

Or spin again.

Or both.

—

17/03/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

Y/N stayed late again. She’s really serious about improving.

She’s still clumsy, but there’s something alive about the way she moves when she forgets she’s nervous.

Her turns are off balance, but her passion is dead center.

I told her to trust herself.

She looked at me like no one’s ever asked her to before.

We practiced for an hour.

I forgot how fun it was to teach someone who actually listens.

And when she finally did a clean double spin — the way her eyes lit up…

I don’t know.

I think I’m in trouble.

—

21/03/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

Hoshi called me his partner during class today when the instructor asked why we were always hovering around the corner of the studio.

Partner.

Okay, sure, he meant practice partner. But STILL.

Also, he tied my shoelaces for me before warm-ups. Who does that??

(Angels. That’s who.)

He even remembered I like peach tea.

He brought me one after practice and said, “Fuel for your spins.”

What am I supposed to do with that kind of sweetness??

Melt???

Because I did.

—

22/03/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

Y/N nailed her turn sequence today. She actually shouted, “YES!” in the middle of the studio and scared half the room.

I was so proud I high-fived her — maybe a little too hard — she nearly fell again.

This girl is chaos. Endearing, determined chaos.

Brought her peach tea again.

She called me “Dance God Hoshi” and I think I blushed.

Not sure if she notices how I keep watching her when she’s not looking.

Not sure if she knows how proud I am every time she gets a step right.

Definitely not sure what to do about the fact that I want to hold her hand next time I fix her arm position.

But maybe…

Maybe one more practice together. Then I’ll tell her.

—

28/03/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

Today, I didn’t trip.

Not once.

Hoshi said, “Look at you, not kissing the floor!”

And I said, “Maybe the floor and I are on speaking terms now.”

He laughed.

Then he asked if I wanted to grab snacks after practice. Just the two of us.

I think I said yes.

Or nodded?

I might have squeaked.

We’re meeting tomorrow.

He said, “Consider it a reward for surviving your first week without face-planting.”

But I think he meant something more.

Or maybe I hope he did.

Either way…

I’ll wear my best shoes.

The ones that don’t come untied.

—

29/03/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

So… I didn’t die.

The snack date happened. It was real.

We sat outside the corner convenience store with triangle kimbap and those honey butter chips he swears by.

It wasn’t fancy.

It wasn’t a date date.

But then he said, “This is nice. I don’t usually get to slow down like this.”

And he looked at me.

Not his phone. Not the street. Me.

I told him he deserved to rest too.

He smiled. That soft one he usually saves for right after practice when the sweat’s still clinging to his hair.

He said, “You always say stuff that sticks.”

My brain short-circuited. I just nodded and shoved chips in my mouth like a gremlin.

But I think… I think I’m falling.

Or already there.

—

29/03/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

Snack date with Y/N today.

She called it a reward, but honestly, it felt like a reset button for my entire week.

We didn’t talk about dance. We just talked.

About our favorite snack combos. Our worst auditions. Her fear of elevators.

She told me she never expected someone like her to belong at Polaris.

I wanted to shake her.

How does she not see what I see?

The way she lights up when she’s proud of herself?

The way she makes even messing up feel… joyful?

I wanted to tell her she belongs everywhere.

But instead I said, “You’re the best part of my Tuesdays.”

She choked on her soda.

Worth it.

—

02/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

Today, I caught him staring.

During warmups, of all things.

I wasn’t doing anything impressive. Just a side stretch, halfway to a cramp.

But when I glanced up, he was already looking — like he forgot he wasn’t supposed to.

He smiled. Didn’t look away.

And I swear, my heart did a fouetté.

After class, he walked me to the bus stop even though it was raining and he had his own rehearsal to get to.

No umbrella. Just hoodie hoods and shared space.

He said, “Tell me when you get home, okay?”

Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Like he wants to keep me safe.

Like maybe… I’m not the only one falling.

—

02/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

Rainy day.

Y/N smelled like clean laundry and lemon candy.

Not relevant to dance notes, but I don’t care.

She’s getting better. Her spins are smoother. Transitions more fluid. I told her she looked strong today.

She blushed. Said, “I’ve got a good coach.”

Coach? God. I hope she doesn’t think this is just that.

I walked her to the bus. No umbrella. Didn’t care.

I watched her leave through the foggy bus window, and for a second, I thought:

I want this.

More snack dates. More shared jokes. More her.

But I don’t know how to say it yet.

So for now, I’ll keep spinning beside her.

Until I find the courage to fall.

—

05/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

Today, I almost said it.

It was after practice. Everyone else had left, and the mirrors were fogged from how hard we’d gone on the final set.

I stayed behind to stretch. He stayed behind just because.

He sat across from me, legs stretched out, holding a water bottle like it was the only thing grounding him.

He said, “You know… you make it hard not to look forward to class.”

And I —

I panicked.

I laughed. Like an idiot.

He smiled too, but it didn’t reach his eyes this time.

And I wanted to fix it.

I wanted to say,

“I think I like you.”

But my mouth said,

“Is it because I bring snacks?”

He played along. Of course he did.

But I saw the flicker.

The almost.

I think we’re both standing on the edge.

But I don’t know who’s going to jump first.

—

05/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

She laughed.

When I told her how I felt — or, well, almost did — she laughed.

And I don’t know if that was her way of running or her way of not knowing what to do with the truth.

I said, “You make it hard not to look forward to class.”

What I meant: You make it hard not to fall in love every single time you walk into the room.

She made a joke about snacks. I laughed too.

What else could I do?

Maybe I’m reading it wrong.

Maybe she doesn’t feel the same.

Or maybe she does, and we’re both just cowards.

But if I don’t say it soon, I think it’ll eat me alive.

—

07/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

He brought me a peach drink today.

Said he saw me looking at it last time but didn’t get it because I “hesitated too long like a dramatic film character.”

I told him I was being responsible.

He said, “You can be responsible after dance practice.”

He’s always taking care of me in these quiet, tiny ways.

Does he know he’s doing it?

Does he know I notice every time?

I didn’t laugh at anything today.

I just looked at him, held the bottle in both hands, and said,

“Thank you, Hoshi.”

His ears turned pink.

Maybe I haven’t missed my chance.

Not yet.

—

10/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

She tied my shoelaces today.

I didn’t ask her to. I was talking to Chan, sitting on the floor post-practice, and before I could notice — she just knelt down and double-knotted them.

Said, “You’re going to trip like this. Again.”

I said, “Maybe I want to fall.”

It came out before I could stop it.

She paused. Eyes flicked up to mine — that deer-in-headlights look she gets when she hears something she’s not ready for.

Then she smiled. Said, “Well, try not to fall around me. I might trip too.”

…what does that mean?

I’m going insane.

—

10/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

He said he wants to fall.

And I think I did. Right then and there.

Also: his laces were a disaster. Honestly, I might be in love with a walking health hazard.

But when he said that — when he looked at me like that — I could barely breathe.

So I made a joke. Again. Because it’s easier than saying,

“I already fell. You just weren’t looking.”

God.

How do people do this? How do you say something like that out loud?

—

12/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

Snack date: secured.

I told her, “I owe you a drink for tying my laces.”

She rolled her eyes but agreed.

So now we’re going to the corner store tomorrow after practice.

Just us. No Chan. No mirrors. No excuses.

I think I’m going to wear my lucky hoodie. The one that makes me look less nervous than I am.

I won’t confess. Not yet.

But maybe I’ll hold the door open a little longer.

Maybe I’ll walk on the outside of the sidewalk.

Maybe I’ll try to make her laugh without hiding the way I look at her.

God help me.

—

13/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

We have a snack date tomorrow.

Well, not a date date.

It’s “payment for laces” apparently.

(But I know he didn’t actually care about that.)

I spent twenty minutes today picking out what hoodie to wear.

Then realized I’m just going to sweat through it in class anyway.

Still… I hope he notices.

I’m not going to confess. But maybe I’ll buy his favorite chips.

Maybe I’ll lean a little closer when we walk.

Maybe I’ll say his name without a reason, just to see how he looks at me when I do.

Maybe he’ll look back.

—

14/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

She waited for me outside the studio today.

Hood up. Hands in pockets. Hair still a little damp from practice.

I think I forgot how to speak.

We walked without music. Just the sound of traffic and our steps falling in sync.

At the store, she picked the seaweed chips I always grab — I didn’t even have to say it.

I picked her drink before she reached the cooler. She blinked and said, “How’d you know?”

I shrugged. “You always get it after evaluations.”

She looked at me like she’d never realized I was watching.

I wanted to tell her — I always am.

But instead, I asked if she wanted to sit at the bus stop across the street.

We did.

Didn’t catch a bus.

Just sat there. Sharing snacks.

At one point, our fingers brushed. I froze. She pulled back like it burned.

And then she apologized.

Why?

I almost said something. Almost asked if she felt it too.

But then the bus actually came, and we both stood up too quickly.

She waved goodbye. I waved back.

Neither of us left until the bus drove away.

—

14/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

She waited for me outside the studio today.

Hood up. Hands in pockets. Hair still a little damp from practice.

I think I forgot how to speak.

We walked without music. Just the sound of traffic and our steps falling in sync.

At the store, she picked the seaweed chips I always grab — I didn’t even have to say it.

I picked her drink before she reached the cooler. She blinked and said, “How’d you know?”

I shrugged. “You always get it after evaluations.”

She looked at me like she’d never realized I was watching.

I wanted to tell her — I always am.

But instead, I asked if she wanted to sit at the bus stop across the street.

We did.

Didn’t catch a bus.

Just sat there. Sharing snacks.

At one point, our fingers brushed. I froze. She pulled back like it burned.

And then she apologized.

Why?

I almost said something. Almost asked if she felt it too.

But then the bus actually came, and we both stood up too quickly.

She waved goodbye. I waved back.

Neither of us left until the bus drove away.

—

14/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

He remembered my drink.

He remembered.

I didn’t think he paid attention to things like that — but maybe he always has.

And he sat beside me. Not across. Right next to me. Our arms kept brushing and I couldn’t stop shaking.

Then our fingers touched.

It was barely anything. But it felt like lightning.

I pulled away. Like an idiot.

And he didn’t say anything. Just went quiet.

I wanted to tell him.

I wanted to say, “Don’t stop looking at me like that.”

I wanted to lean my head on his shoulder.

Instead, we both stood like strangers when the bus came.

We didn’t even take it.

We just… left.

I miss him and he was right next to me.

What is wrong with me?

—

15/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

She didn’t sit next to me during warmups today.

She always does. Always.

Today, she sat next to Jiwoo.

She didn’t even look over when I cracked the same joke she always laughs at.

I think I messed up.

Or maybe she’s just trying to play it cool.

Well, newsflash: I’m not cool.

I’ve never been good at pretending.

I keep replaying the bus stop in my head.

What would’ve happened if I didn’t let go?

—

15/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

I avoided him today.

Not because I wanted to.

But because if I looked at him, I might’ve blurted it all out.

Might’ve said: “I like you.”

“Not as a partner. Not as a classmate.”

Just —

“I like you.”

And I can’t do that. Not yet.

Not until I know he feels it too.

I think he does.

But thinking isn’t knowing.

And knowing means risking it.

And risking it means losing what we already have.

And I don’t know if I’m brave enough for that yet.

—

16/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

Joshua was in the studio today, just hanging out while we cleaned choreo.

He leaned against the mirror, sipping iced coffee like he wasn’t quietly clocking every interaction I had.

And then, out of nowhere, he said —

“You two are exhausting.”

I blinked. “What?”

He nodded toward Y/N, who was across the room tying her shoes.

“You like her. She likes you. The rest of us are just collateral damage at this point.”

I opened my mouth to deny it. He raised a hand.

“Don’t even. I’ve seen the way you look at her when you think no one’s watching.”

I laughed it off. Said he was imagining things.

But he didn’t smile. Just tapped the lid of his coffee and said,

“You think you have time, but one of you is going to run eventually. Don’t let her.”

I’ve never seen Joshua that serious before.

Now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Is she already running?

—

16/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

I caught Joshua looking at me weird today.

Not weird-bad. Weird-like-he-knew-something.

And then he said the strangest thing when we passed in the hallway.

“You should talk to him. He’s more obvious than he thinks.”

I froze. Asked him what he meant.

He just smiled and walked off like a rom-com side character who knows he’s moving the plot along.

Joshua never says anything unless he means it.

And now I’m spiraling.

Because if he sees it… does that mean it’s real?

Does Soonyoung actually like me back?

Or am I just reading into things again?

I don’t know. But tomorrow… maybe I’ll test it.

Just a little.

Just enough to know if I should stop hoping.

—

18/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

Today was supposed to be a full group practice.

Except — when I showed up, only Y/N was there.

No Dino. No Seungkwan. No Minghao.

Just her, stretching by the mirror and blinking at me like she wasn’t expecting it either.

I checked my messages. The group chat said practice was pushed an hour.

Sent… by Joshua.

From my phone.

I nearly sprained something realizing it.

He must’ve grabbed my phone when I left it unlocked during warmups.

That little…

Okay. He’s not wrong.

Because now we were stuck in that cavernous studio, alone, with no music playing, just the faint sound of traffic outside and her laugh —

God, her laugh.

We talked. Not even about anything important.

What snacks we’d get after this. If sweet potato tteokbokki was superior (it is). Whether the backup dancers in that viral TikTok were dating.

It felt too easy.

Too comfortable.

Too much like something I want every day.

And then —

She looked at me and said, “Hey, can I tell you something?”

I swear to god I forgot how to breathe.

But then she bit her lip.

Laughed.

Said, “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

I didn’t press.

I should’ve pressed.

—

18/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Dear Diary,

Joshua is so sneaky.

Practice was moved — or so I thought.

Only Soonyoung showed up.

The rest of the team rolled in later, all pretending to be clueless.

I saw Joshua wink at me.

He planned this.

And I almost said it.

I really did.

I was going to tell him. Not the whole truth. Just something close.

Just, “I like hanging out with you.”

Or, “I always look forward to our snack runs.”

Or, “You make me feel like maybe I’m not crazy for hoping.”

But it got caught in my throat.

And instead I said, “Never mind.”

I hate how close it was.

He looked at me like he was ready to hear it.

Like he’d been ready.

Joshua gave me a window. And I shut it.

Why am I like this?

—

21/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

Joshua “accidentally” gave us the wrong directions to the café.

I know he did.

There’s no way that man confuses left with “just head down that alley behind the record shop and you’ll see it.”

Soonyoung and I ended up walking through half the neighborhood, wandering into a street market, sharing samples from a tteok stall like we were on a drama set.

We didn’t rush.

He didn’t even try to find the café after a while.

He just kept talking. Asking questions he already knew the answers to.

“Your favorite flower is still hydrangeas, right?”

“Wait, didn’t you say you hate mint chocolate?”

“I remember you said that song reminded you of summer. Why summer?”

He remembers everything.

And then, it happened.

We were standing under a cherry blossom tree near the bus stop. Pink petals caught in his hair.

I reached up to brush one off, and he grabbed my wrist.

Not hard. Just… held it.

He said, “Y/N.”

And then he broke.

Like he couldn’t keep it in anymore.

He said:

“I like you. Not as a friend. Not as a practice partner. I think about you all the time. I wait for your messages. I say dumb things just to make you laugh. I— I wasn’t supposed to say it like this.”

He looked terrified.

Like he thought I’d run.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

All I could do was whisper, “I know.”

And then: “Me too.”

He smiled like the sun came out.

And then the bus arrived.

We never even got to the café.

But I don’t think it mattered.

We got somewhere better.

—

21/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

I told her.

I actually told her.

I thought I’d explode.

I thought the petals falling between us were mocking me like, “look at this idiot, about to ruin everything.”

But she didn’t run.

She said “me too.”

I keep hearing it in my head. Over and over.

I said it messy. I said it nervous. I said it like a boy who's been falling in love quietly for months and finally hit the ground.

And she was already there waiting.

We didn’t even get our snacks.

But I don’t care.

She likes me back.

She likes me back.

—

24/04/2024

Diary Entry – Y/N

He waited outside my studio with two bags of hotteok.

Didn’t even say hi at first. Just grinned and held them up like a peace offering.

Like, “Hi, I confessed my feelings under a cherry blossom tree, now take this pancake.”

We walked to the same park bench we always used to go to.

But this time, we sat closer. Shoulders brushing.

We still talked like before — about dance, stupid group chat memes, Seungkwan’s dramatic rants — but it felt different.

More deliberate.

More… ours.

He gave me the last bite of his hotteok.

He always used to fake-argue over who got the last piece.

This time, he didn’t. Just held it out and smiled like it was the easiest thing in the world.

When I wiped powdered sugar off his cheek with my sleeve, he went completely quiet.

Then he said:

“This feels like everything I didn’t know I was missing.”

And honestly?

Same.

We haven’t kissed yet.

But I think we’re building up to it.

And for once, I don’t mind waiting.

I’m not scared of slow anymore.

Not with him.

—

24/04/2024

Practice Notes – Soonyoung’s Journal

“First official snack date.”

That’s what I wrote in my planner. In all caps. Circled twice.

I showed up too early. Paced around the block. Almost ate the hotteok out of nerves.

She looked tired when she came out of the studio, but when she saw me, she smiled like I was exactly what she needed.

We sat at our bench.

And everything felt familiar but new.

Like we were rereading a favorite book, but suddenly noticing all the feelings between the lines.

She wiped sugar off my cheek and I almost forgot how to breathe.

I wanted to kiss her.

But I didn’t.

I just held her hand instead.

Small, simple.

But she squeezed back.

And that was enough to set my whole chest on fire.

We’ve danced through so many songs together.

But I think we’re finally learning this one — the one just for us.

Step by step.

Beat by beat.

masterlist ♪

[celestiamour]

hi again i rlly liked ur headcanons for choi su-bong x shy fem reader and i was wondering if u could pls write headcanons of him x foreigner fem reader? ty and have a good day 🫶

ft. choi su-bong x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧foreign! reader┊0.5k words

contains: headcanons!! reader’s native country is unspecified but she speaks her native language and english while studying korean! 

➤ author's note: alright, this is the last for the short specific reader headcanons, the next thanos fic will be an actual one-shot <3 

╰₊✧ notices you immediately both because you’re a cute girl and because you stand out in a crowd like he does. korea has a very homogeneous population, so people tend to take notice of you quickly. he probably greets you with a casual “what’s up” and decides right then and there that you’re going to be friends or maybe something more, you don’t really have a choice in the matter because people who stick out like you should stick together! he doesn’t mind if you’re shy because of your broken korean, he’s a master of language and wordplay and will gladly help you out!

╰₊✧ because he’s teaching you stuff he already knows and isn’t learning anything, he’s actually a lot of fun to study with. he always finds a way to make it fun and easy to remember with high-fives each time you get a question right. i feel like he was an awful student who went through a lot of tutors (only during exam season when he needed to get his grades up to pass the class though), so he knows all the best tips and tricks that worked on him when he was younger. 

╰₊✧ is probably one of those guys who asks what the swear words are and what cultural insults there are. he wants to use them other people so that he can get away with saying shit to their faces without getting caught, something that he already does in english but would like to know more

╰₊✧ even if you may not fit traditional korean beauty standards, he thinks you’re so hot. might use the term “exotic” because he doesn’t know better, but he won’t use it again once you tell him that it’s objectifying. 

╰₊✧ once you two start dating, he will seriously want to learn your native language. i can see him as someone who appreciates linguistics and admires multilingual people, loving to listen to music of all genres around the world and having a pretty diverse set of favorite artists. he might pout and bitch that it’s too difficult at first, but he’s surprisingly smart when he wants to be and will be conversationally fluent in about a year (it would be shorter if he was more consistent in his studies but alas).

╰₊✧ really looks forward to visiting your home country! he’ll try his best to be as respectful as his obnoxious ass can be, although i see him being accidentally offensive a few times because he can be a bit ignorant. loves to meet fans there and would probably go out of his way to make at least one appearance there if he ever had a worldwide concert tour no matter how off-course it may be. 

╰₊✧ when it comes to meeting your family, he puts all of his knowledge to the test to win their approval (god knows he needs all the help he can get when he looks the way he does, especially if you have a conservative family). however, he doesn’t really care if they don’t approve of him as he finds it to be more of a bonus than a requirement. 

╰₊✧ 100% wants to come back during your honeymoon, maybe even have a second wedding to adhere to your traditions if you so desire it. don’t worry about finances, he’s got it all covered!

[junedenim]

sit there and watch

one day here, part five

warnings: dad!al, fluff, smut, piv, probably something inconsistent

word count: 12k

They come here every summer. It’s become a family tradition for their own little family. Lottie’s maman, Agathe, moved to Meux right after Franny was born. She had a boyfriend, Emmanuel, out here, now her husband and Lottie’s stepfather, even if it is only technically speaking. She lives just on the outskirts of the town with vibrant green grass in her backyard that right upon arrival Alex always seems forced to mow.

But Lottie loves it. She loves being with her mother and speaking French and the way the air smells slightly of Brie cheese and lilies. Franny loves it because it’s summer vacation and she gets to see her mamie. Lulu loves it because she seems to love everything. Ever since she learned how to giggle it is all she does. 

Franny from the moment she met her sister, Eloise, she called her “Lulu.” She climbed into Lottie’s hospital bed, burrowed into her mother’s side, peeked over at the other little baby girl who was now her living, breathing sister, and declared, “This is Lulu.” She tapped Lulu’s little baby nose that curled up in response and from then on everyone has called Eloise “Lulu.” Lottie thought Eloise was tired anyway, but they couldn’t think of anything else. They should’ve known to just ask Franny.

They took the train down to Paris a few days ago, spending a few nights there in one of Lottie’s out-of-town friend’s apartments before driving to Meux. Franny has been looking forward to this trip ever since Alex promised her that he would teach her how to ride a bike. She has been jealous ever since last summer when Lottie and Alex went for a bike ride while she napped. She still hasn’t quite wrapped her head around why they would want to spend time without her.

It’ll be Lulu’s first time there. She’s no more than ten months old, sucking on her thumb, born with a giddy smile. It’s hard to predict who she’ll look like more but just like Franny, she seems to resemble Lottie more. She’s blonde, which knocks out the whole hair claim Alex had before. She does have Alex’s eyes, only they look much better on her—big and wide on her little cupcake face—than they ever did on him.

Franny is Lottie’s mini-me. This was established from the moment she popped out. Besides her tresses of brown hair courtesy of Alex, Franny got everything from Lottie, even a little French accent on certain words that Alex is terrified will slowly become more and more British as she gets older. He can’t bear the idea of her not saying squirrel like skweerul. It’s adorable and heart-achingly cute in her little high-pitched kid voice.

A week after his birthday, he had put Franny to bed and returned to the living room to find Lottie typing on her laptop. Alex slumped down on the couch, picked her feet up, and rested them in his lap. He rubbed them as if it was as soothing for him as it was for her. 

She stared at him intensely waiting for him to feel the weight of her stare on him. His head was tilted back and his eyes closed, resting from wrestling Franny to sleep. But he feels it eventually—the pull of her, dragging the tether between the two of them, demanding his eyes.

He rests his cheek against the couch cushions. “What?” He laughs because her gaze is too much for him sometimes. He’d do anything for those eyes and what a terrifying prospect to one day fail those eyes, to lose the glint in them, the special upturn that pokes into her cheeks just for him. He loves her so much and he doesn’t care how plain it is, he’ll think about it every day, every minute, every second.

It’s equal. It gets her heart pounding. He can tell because it takes her extra long to respond. She shuts her laptop and puts it on the floor. She curls herself up against him like she’s a little cat. She makes herself so small and tucks herself into all the corners of him just as she did to every corner of his life. “I have something to say.”

“Okay?” He questioned. She’s not usually one for preamble. She spits it out and her sudden hesitancy left him worried.

She reached up and stroked his cheek. She drew a line along the bone, pointing at his lips. She spoke in riddle, “I thought I’d be better at this the second time. I mean, we’re not freaking out in a little apartment. We’re married and we have Franny and the space for it but still it’s not…planned.”

His face was a puzzle. She couldn’t make sense of what he was thinking. “I don’t understand,” he said. “Are you pregnant?”

She shrugged because she had to be nonchalant about these things. She makes a big deal out of small things but rarely does she jump up and down and rub things in your face. “I think.”

Maybe because Lottie gets to carry the kid. She knows her body inside and out and she can feel whatever is inside there. But he doesn’t understand how she could just shrug her shoulders. It’s where they differ. “Did you take a test?”

She nods.

“When?”

“Halfway through Little Red Riding Hood but I found out before you finished Rumplestiltskin.”

He laughed and he’s pretty sure he cried too and he couldn’t make a single move, his brain was completely fried, but he wanted to hug her so tightly that neither of them would be able to breathe. “Fucking hell, Lot. Are you serious?”

“No, I decided to do April Fools’ in January. It’s not definite but I feel it.”

Then, they both were crying like a freeing mist on a hot day. He hugged her and they laid back against the couch and he kissed every inch of her face but also just wanted to stare at her. “Holy shit. Can I tell Franny?”

She giggled and ran her hands through his hair, pushing it back, and scratching her fingers against his scalp. “Wait until morning. She took long enough to get to sleep tonight.”

When Franny found out she declared that the baby would be allowed to play with her Barbies but not her stuffed butterfly, Legos, markers, toy cars, or even look at her stuffed animals because they might like them more than her. They were worried that might be a child worried their new sibling would take away their parents’ attention from them, but Franny insisted it was because she doesn’t care that much about her stuffed animals but she didn’t want anybody else getting them. Lottie joked about calling family services on Franny.

They’ve been here for two days. Agathe has doted over the children since they first placed Lulu in her arms. Agathe met her after she was born but she hasn’t seen her slowly becoming a real human being. Lulu giggles and ducks her head into Agathe’s neck, feeling at home in that maternal hold. 

Franny runs for miles in the grassy fields. She’s a child of nature and he wonders if children were meant to be raised among the birds and insects and grow out of the soil like flowers. She comes back with her feet covered in dirt, a tuft of grass and flowers in her hands, and a big toothy grin on her face. She’s a pain to clean but he can deal with all the splashes she shoves at him as long as she stays happy forever.

Lottie spends her days doing odd jobs. She gets crafty and only opens her laptop to answer emails. She’s unplugged in the way humans are supposed to be. She tells him on the first night that she doesn’t have a headache from staring at her laptop screen for too long. She sat up and said, “Everyone’s asleep but I’m not tired. This might be a first.”

He ruffled his head on the pillow. He rounded his arms around her waist, tugging her closer. He hummed in agreement. “Do you think we could sleep in? Your mum will make breakfast and the door locks, right?”

She leans down, hovering her face inches from his. “Yeah, Al, the door locks.”

Franny has some attachment issues. They’re trying to work on it. She’s clingy and most of the time this attachment applies to Lottie. She talks and talks and talks to her and can’t seem to let her go. It’s a likely offshoot of it being Franny & Lottie against the world for months at a time then quickly followed by a new chic in town. When Lottie showers, Franny will barge in and continue to not leave her alone. The lock on the bathroom door has been broken ever since Franny locked herself in there last year. Alex has been trying his best to allow Lottie to get some alone time but it’s been difficult since Lulu was added into the mix.

One is always crying for something from her, usually, it’s either cuddles or her boobs (Alex wouldn’t mind either). Alex felt insecure about being unable to help out more until Lottie rolled her eyes, brought Lulu to her nipple, and said, “Then grow some boobs, Al.” Sometimes it’s biologically something he can’t change, but he should probably do a better job when it comes to Lottie’s shower time.

But the door locks here and last night Lottie gave him the head of his life because she didn’t have a headache. In the end, still panting from the orgasm, Alex says, “I think we should move here, Lot.”

She shakes her head and tells him to reciprocate. So, he does until she begs him to stop.

Lottie is one of those people who wakes up beautiful. Alex hasn’t wrapped her head around how she can get barely three hours of sleep and look fully rested. She barely runs a brush through her hair, she rarely wears make-up, and yet her face is blushing and her blonde hair falls in glorious waves. But, perhaps, that’s just the way Alex sees it.

Lottie misses the days when her boobs didn’t leak and she didn’t have stretch marks and a C-section scar. She’s lucky if she gets to wash her hair once a week, she doesn’t have time to do make-up because there’s always something pulling on her leg or crying or asking where she put away that shirt he hasn’t worn since the Y2K bug was a threat.

But this morning she takes her time because for what feels like the first time this year, she can. Alex is awake but he is facedown on the pillow, slowly adjusting to the sunlight creeping through. Lottie shifts onto her side, rubbing her pointed foot against the back of his legs. Her hand combs through his hair until he lets out a sound of pleasure. She puts her mouth against his ear and whispers, “It’s like we’re the only two people on Earth.”

He comes out of his shell, slightly tilting his head to take her in and just enough for her to see that grin peek through. “At least in this room,” he responds. 

“We could do anything we wanted,” she teases him. Her touch is no longer just soothing but taunting. He has a clear view of her breasts because she slept topless last night because he likes her boobs too. She comes close again, right next to his ear, blowing a toe-curling breath against his sensitive skin. “We could sleep for another hour.”

He loves her so much. He pushes her onto her back and smiles so wide he’s laughing. “You love me so much.” His whole body covers her, kissing her excessively over her whole body so much it tickles her and she’s laughing so hard her stomach tenses up and she struggles to breathe. The little urchins definitely hear her laughing. It’s loud enough that the dog is barking.

Agathe has this dog, Skippy. He is the bane of Alex’s existence. He barks and jumps on top of Alex and he’ll find dog hair on himself for the rest of the year. Skippy loves Lottie. He’s quiet and calm with her, laying his head on his black-furred head on her lap and making soft little snores while Lottie’s hand pets his fur. Alex can’t believe he’s jealous of a dog. 

“That fucking dog,” Alex curses, falling on top of Lottie, which only increases her giggling. She places her hands on the soft skin of his back, her nails faint on the line of his spine.

“It’s your fault,” she says. “You have to learn your lesson.” Lottie talks to him like he’s a child. She’s always been motherly. She’s his oracle, giving him the prophecy to lead the way. She’s his guidepost. 

“Another hour of sleep is probably out now.” He sighs and rolls onto his back.

Her eyes follow his body. “I don’t think we were ever going to get another hour of sleep, Al.” She flicks the sheets off of her and gets out of bed.

Alex groans. “I don’t even get cuddle time.”

She looks so beautiful in this light. The sun peeps in just right, intruding on their time politely shining directly on her like a spotlight. She looks good in any light, even in the dark when he can’t see her, but he can feel her and picture her so clearly, she’s ethereal. “T'es belle,” he says.

She heads for the guest bathroom and hides half her face behind the door as she tells him, “Ta gueule.” He’s smug. His French is getting better and is now good enough to embarrass Lottie. He can now make her blush in two languages.

Franny eats apple slices with her two hands. It’s the same way she eats carrots like she’s a rabbit. She chews on it in little bits with her front teeth that her dentist said she’ll probably lose first because of the pressure she places on them. She didn’t inherit the best dental genes. She’s desperate to lose a tooth and Alex suspects she prays to the Tooth Fairy after finding letters addressed to her with a drawing of a tooth and a fairy like the Tooth Fairy goes by symbols like Prince. 

This morning, she’s chowing down on apple slices like her life depends on it. Alex kisses the top of her head as she chants the words to “Au clair de la lune.” Lulu squirms in her highchair, kicking her chubby legs and shaking her body. She blabbers gibberish and he kisses the top of her head too before grabbing a cup of coffee.

Agathe is cutting up another apple for Franny. “You’ll need to get Johnny Appleseed to replenish what she’s eaten.”

Alex laughs. He likes Agathe. She’s the least intimidating parent he’s ever met. The first time they met was at her Parisian apartment. She had a cigarette in her mouth when she opened the door and was dressed as if she was about to have her portrait painted. She talks about herself so excessively that Alex didn’t have a question directed his way until months later when Lottie told her mother she was pregnant. She asked him, “Do you have any other children?” She was joking but he didn’t know that until she let out a cackle.

It’s strange that such an oddball raised Lottie. Agathe wears purple eyeshadow and spent half her life working as an elevator operator and now she sells odd things at the local flea market. To him, Lottie is by the book and proper until she comes here and has a glass of wine with her maman then he finds out things about her that he never knew like how when she was younger so wanted to be one of those living statue people and practiced holding her body still for several hours. Agathe says she was very good and could’ve had a successful career if she kept at it.

Alex takes the plate of apple slices over to Franny, who is drawing with crayons in the colouring book Emmanuel gifted her. He sits down opposite her. Lulu is at the end of the table, still wiggling in her high chair. Alex takes her out and holds her in his lap to calm her down. She still kicks her legs but doesn’t try to get out of his grasp.

Franny lifts her head, takes a itsy bitsy bite out of her apple slice, and asks, “Where’s mummy?”

“In the shower. What are you drawing?” He asks to distract her. She lifts up the page, covered in the colours of the rainbow. It’s a picture of rabbits, relatively coloured inside the lines. Alex earnestly tells her, “That’s really good, Fran.”

She puts the book down. “It’s not done yet.”

“But it’ll be great, I know it.”

She stares at him trying to decide whether to believe him or not. She tilts her head and he can see Lottie in her eyes, cross-examining him, trying to detect the lie. When his face doesn’t budge, she smiles wide. “Thanks, daddy.” She returns to colouring and he just watches her.

There might be something egotistical about having kids and wasting long hours staring at them like Narcissus with his reflection, but Alex can’t help it. He is completely and utterly fascinated by everything they do. The things they smile at, the things they laugh at, the things they reach for, what they try to say. Every time he looks, there’s something different about them, something new, and that both captivates him and scares the shit out of him. He doesn’t wanna miss anything, especially the big stuff.

Franny has these little red rain boots Alex’s mum got her for her birthday because Alex used to have a pair of his own. Lottie said it was her favourite photo of him. He can’t be more than six years old and he’s got the two boots on, there’s not a single drop of rain on the ground and he’s got a smile so big he could steal the part of the Cheshire Cat. His smile is tilted upwards even though the camera is right in front of him.

He doesn’t remember the photo but he remembers how much he cherished those little red boots and how devastated he was when he outgrew them. He hopes against every scientific belief that Franny will never outgrow her pair, even if it means foot-binding practices. 

Lottie comes out dressed in a pair of his trousers and one of her detailed blouses with a towel wrapped up in her hair. She grabs her coffee first knowing once Franny gets a whiff of her she’ll be pulled away before she can get caffeine. 

Franny squeals when Lottie sits beside her and starts rattling off about colouring and apples and bunnies and Lulu’s wiggly legs and Lottie listens intently to every word and asks questions back. It’s a good way for Franny to understand that it takes two people to make a conversation and you’re not supposed to talk over the other person. Franny hangs on every word her mother says. She copies are mannerisms and asks for help with her colouring. So, Lottie picks up a crayon and assists under the instructions of Franny. Alex and Lulu just watch.

Agathe handmakes dolls. They are stuffed little ragdolls that have short chopped pieces of yarn for hair, two buttons for eyes, a stitched-on smile, and leftover handkerchiefs for a dress. Franny is utterly terrified of them. She screamed and cried and bawled her eyes out when she was given one for her second birthday. She curled up into Alex’s arms until it was put away. Getting older hasn’t diminished her fear much.

The dolls must be hidden away in the craft cupboard where Agathe keeps all the materials she uses for items sold at the Sunday flea market. Growing up Lottie used to help her make them, that’s where she got her crafty art skills from. Last night, Lottie pulled up a chair and helped her mother. Alex tried to help. Lottie took him through step by step, but he kept poking his finger with the needle.

Lottie has become the mother who crafts her children’s Halloween costumes. Franny wanted to be a witch last year so Lottie made sure she was the best darn witch ever. For Franny’s birthday party, she spent the night before bossing Alex around on how to hang the streamers just right. She was about six months pregnant and it wasn’t advisable to stand on a ladder, but she refused to let up.

She considers it to be the fun part of motherhood. After all the tantrums and crying and early awakenings, she gets the look on Franny’s face when she wakes up the next morning to purple balloons and a chain of letters that spelled out “Happy Birthday!” 

Lottie has always been more physically creative than him. He still struggles with a straight line. Alex thinks she should sell her paintings or put on an art show but Lottie continues to insist that it’s only a hobby. Alex thinks that if her mother can sell these scary little dolls for a living, Lottie could make a fortune off of her art. She denies it but kisses his cheek.

Once Franny declares she is done colouring she insists upon going outside and demands Alex teach her how to ride a bike now. Alex is only about halfway through his coffee and holding a whiny Lulu which means she’ll be in need of a diaper change soon.

Lottie anticipates everyone’s move. She grabs Franny’s hand and declares they will go outside together. She challenges her to a game of hopscotch and searches the drawers for chalk so they can draw the outline.

Alex lays Lulu down and changes her. Once she’s all dressed again, Alex blows a raspberry on her and she erupts into giggles. It’s his favourite sound ever. If he could package it up to keep it with him forever he would. He would pay any amount of money it would take. She looks up at him with a toothless grin and he sighs feeling every load come off of his shoulders.

He holds Lulu close to him and joins Lottie and Franny in the front yard. Lottie is hopping one foot, two foot, one foot, two foot when he comes out. The sun pours down in a perfect fashion. The day is bright but there is no sweat collecting on his skin. Last summer, it felt like the weather was inflicting pyrexia on his soul, but this year the breeze blows just right. 

The two girls are too engaged in their game to notice the onlookers. Lulu’s body is turned out looking eager to join the fun. Alex would let her if she had gained control of her two legs but she’s too wiggly. By the time Franny was Lulu’s age she was walking but Lulu hasn’t tried to stand yet. They’re not worried about it. She’s an active baby, just a tad clumsy, always on the move, a flimsy move, but a move nonetheless. Alex was the same. Maybe still is the same.

The girls were quick but detailed with the sketching of the hopscotch court. Lottie drew the boxes and then Franny drew the numbers in. On the side of the outline are flowers and two butterflies. One done by Franny and one done by Lottie, but the one each drew represented the other. The butterflies are tangled together. The one drawn by Franny is bigger than the other but is coloured yellow, Lottie’s favourite colour. Lottie’s drawing is smaller, but detailed, outlined blue but dotted with pink and purple with a red body, all Franny’s favourite colours because she just can’t choose.

Lottie makes it to the end and notices Alex. She sends him a smile but stays silent. Franny tosses the lagger and hops away, slow but steady. Franny says, “Watch me! Watch me!” Lottie obeys and watches closely, cheering Franny on.

Back home, a few months back, when the icy winter began to melt and give a glimpse of brighter times, Alex built Franny a swingset. Alex doesn’t claim to be a handyman. He can’t fix your sink and he sometimes struggles with the correct batteries to use for the TV remote, but he’d like to think he’s pretty decent at building things. He put together each crib and bed frame in the house. He’s no woodworker but with some help, he can manage.

So, with the assistance of Lottie reading out from the instruction manual, Alex took his time, let out a few curses, and built Franny her swing set. The entire time they were setting it up, Franny ran around the yard in one of the boxes, truly proving the point that kids have more fun with the box than whatever is inside it. 

But Franny does love the swings, specifically making Alex push her. She really really knows how to milk it too, pouting her bottom lip out and saying she just needs help getting started. She hasn’t quite mastered the whole pumping your legs in and out mechanism or maybe she doesn’t want to because Alex will push her for as long as she asks.

There’s a cherry tree that grows in that backyard. It’s been there since before Alex owned the place. Franny is obsessed with it. She reaches her tiny hands up, begging for one to plop right into her lip. She hates eating them because she’s terrified of the pit, but she loves the shape and colour of them. She’ll whine until one of the taller folks pulls one down for her. She cries when they are out of season, no longer growing. 

Lottie says it’s a lesson not only on nature but that things won’t stay the same forever. Alex thinks there’s nothing wrong with wanting things to stay the same forever. He isn’t fighting to change anything. He hasn’t been a fan of growing pains since puberty. Plus, he likes the cherries too and he’s annoyed when the tree loses its leaves and beauty.

However, Lottie says that she finds that is when the tree is the most interesting to look at. You can see the true shape of it, how its branches are shaped, and the way it blows with the wind. She made this breathtakingly scenic painting of it that now hangs in their living room. It’s one of the few Lottie will confess she actually likes. Alex has been trying for years to break Lottie’s self-deprecating habits, but he admittedly shares the habit too, which Lottie is also trying to break.

Lulu loves the tree too. Unfortunately, it’s becoming an issue. One day, Franny asked for a cherry. Alex, with Lulu on his hip, pulled one down for her. He didn’t pay attention to the other one with just enough height and grubby little hands that were apparently strong enough to break one of the branches. She stuffed it into her mouth quickly.

Lottie came out a few minutes later and asked, “What’s all over Lulu’s face?” Lulu isn’t well-coordinated and only has a few teeth. The cherry was smacked around her mouth with barely any making it inside. The remains stained her shirt, but she smiled and giggled and Lottie took a picture before they gave her a bath.

Agathe and Emmanuel’s home is in a quaint part of Meaux, just on the outskirts, where every house is separated by a perch of land then lined with shrubs. The house is small but has more rooms than two people need thus each member of the Turner family gets their own room. Lulu will room with Franny when Gabriel and his kids come into town in a few days. 

Lulu and Franny tend to get along. Franny loves hugging Lulu and squeezing her cheeks, but they’ve never shared a room. Franny can whine near bedtime and Lulu doesn’t always sleep through the night. It could end in disaster, but Lottie, filled with optimism hopes it’ll bond the two girls even more. Alex is wary. 

The Meaux home could qualify as an arboretum. The backyard vicinity has trees that are so tall that Franny believes they are part of the sky. Giants roaming around among humans. She hugs every single one. She’s always treated plants as a creature of their own kind in need of love. She’s terrified and fascinated by them. She leans her back up against them and tells tales that Lottie and Alex don’t understand but believe they contain a secret message from her to the trees. 

“Daddy!” Lottie hollers. His eyes snap out of the sky and to the little creature standing before the first square. “Watch! Watch!” She hops one foot, two feet, one foot, two feet until she reaches the end and declares, “I win! Now, bike time?”

She’s been patient, even if she’s pestered on about it for a near-month now. The area is much more secluded here, not running the risk of a freak accident happening with traffic. Gabriel’s youngest son outgrew his kiddie bike and left it here for Franny. She endured all day yesterday and to hold her off any longer would be torture.

“Okay,” Alex agrees. Franny is cheering before the full word has even left his mouth.

There are these moments that he can tell Lottie will remember forever. She’ll tell stories of them for the rest of her life. She’ll talk about them at the dinner table when everyone is older and there are more people than chairs and she’ll tell everyone about the day Alex taught Franny how to ride a bike. He can see it in her eyes with the way they glisten as she takes Lulu from his arms. 

She twinkles at him with her smile and tells him, “The bike is in the garage. Tell maman to come out here. And will you bring a chair for me too?”

“Yeah.” He stands there for a moment with his hands on his hips, watching her sway with Lulu to keep the transfer from her father’s arms to her mother’s arms calm. Her body moves slowly and he thinks of the many different situations he’s seen her body move like that. He feels like he’s lived a whole lifetime with her in these short swaying moments.

He squeezes her shoulder and kisses her cheek before heading inside. He hears Franny cheer and jump around as he leaves. Lottie says to her, “Waouh! T’es trop cool!”

Alex sets up two chairs for Lottie and Agathe, who brings out two iced cold lemonades with straws that Alex is envious at the sight of. Lulu sits contently on her mother’s knees and her tiny little fingers grab on the buttons of Lottie’s shirt. She gurgles and listens in on the chit-chat shared between her maman and mamie. 

He strolls out with the bike and Franny delightedly claps her hands. Alex lowers the bike seat for her and Franny tugs on his back pockets losing her willingness to wait. Alex bends down and puts the bike helmet over her Lilliputian head. She grins wildly as he clips the buckle. “Are you ready?” He asks.

She aggressively nods, knocking the helmet back and forth. She grabs the bike handles and mounts her horse. “Only let go when I tell you,” she commands.

Franny has been confident through the whole process. It comforts him to know she isn’t being overly confident and reckless. She’s always been a sensitive baby. She likes holding hands, piggyback rides, and lying on chests. 

Alex hopes what Franny will remember about her early years is the naps they took together with her head planted in the nook of his neck, her soft quiet little snores, and the way she hiccups in her sleep. The night before Lulu was born, Franny fell asleep on Alex’s chest. In her last few moments as an only child, he hopes she’ll remember falling asleep together.  

Lottie doesn’t like napping and when she was pregnant Franny couldn’t lay on her body, so Alex considers this to be just for him and Franny. She’s inherited his ability to nap. Lulu is more clunky with sleep. She’s been a colicky baby and a light sleeper. Franny will conk out in the middle of rock concerts. For his livelihood and parenthood, he’s thankful for both.

The bike has a little basket in the front of it and Franny declares, “I can put all my toys there!”

Alex puts his hand on Franny’s back and holds the bike still under his grasp. “Your feet on the pedals?” She nods. “Good grip on the handles?” She nods. “Helmet tight enough?” She nods. “You ready?” She nods.

For a few rounds, Alex simply pushes the bike up and down the street with Franny steering so she can get a feel for it. At each pass, the audience of Lottie and Agathe clap. Lulu starts to attempt to clap as well, though her hands are too itty and soft to make much noise, but it’s an adorable sight.

Franny begins to pedal with Alex stirring and she’s much better at this legwork than she is at the swings. “Mummy! Are you watching me?” 

Agathe answers for the group, “We can’t stop looking at you, Francoise!”

“Is Lulu watching?” She asks as she readjusts her grip.

“Yes. I’m sure she wishes she could be learning to ride a bike right now.”

“I can teach her!” Every day Franny teaches Alex something. He can’t imagine what knowledge an infant is soaking up from her. The other day Franny corrected his French pronunciation. She’s a total smarty pants.

When Lottie first moved into his London home, she was about five months pregnant with Franny. She sat on the floor in her last few days of being able to wear her own jeans. She sorted through her boxes of things and mixed her books with his books.

“We both have The Stranger,” he said.

Without looking up, she said, “Mine’s in the original French.” She only possesses the pretentious French stereotype when it comes to proving French is far more beautiful than English, even though he agrees with her every time. Lottie is wicked smart and he feels dumb as a doorknob next to her.

Still, she told him that he’ll never be able to understand the beauty of the opening line “Aujourd’hui Maman est morte.” He can’t but he’s trying. He attempted to read her copy of The Stranger when she was in labour.

She swatted at him and corrected every other word and said he shouldn’t read a book that starts with the line “Maman died today” when she is about to give birth. Still, he kept trying, intentionally getting worse and worse to distract her from the pain.

He’s getting better. He can read Le Petit Prince to Franny, though Franny has started correcting him too. “This doesn’t make any sense,” she said last night. Alex thinks she spent too much of the day with Agathe.

“I want to try now,” she decides, feet on the pedals and a white-tight grip on the handles. A few seconds later she adds, “But stay close.”

“I’m always right behind you,” he promises.

Franny takes her time, hesitating to take off before she is fully prepared and balanced. He doesn’t rush her, already impressed by her bravery. She’s more insistent and gallant than he ever was. He fears she’ll be attempting the death ramps soon.

She takes a deep breath, something Lottie always tells everyone to do before a big, scared moment. He does it before shows now, even when he’s not nervous. It feels like Lottie is there right beside him when they are oceans apart. Franny lets the big breath out and kicks off. She pedals quickly and pants heavily like she just finished a marathon in her first few pedals.

Suddenly, she sails by, riding down the street as Alex jogs after. She u-turns with no issues and as she reaches back to Agathe, Lottie, and Lulu, she yells to Alex, “I don’t know how to stop!”

Alex is an idiot. After learning how to start, the next thing you should be taught is how to stop. He forgot about that part. Franny panics and starts screaming despite not being near anything that would cause her to crash and she’s riding at about a turtle’s pace.

Alex grabs the handlebars and stops her. She’s already crying, her face completely wet and red. “I didn’t like that,” she cries. 

She hobbles off the bike and into Alex’s arms. She cries into his shoulder. He already feels the wetness soaking through. “You’re okay. You're doing great,” he whispers softly in her ear and rubs her back in circular soothing patterns. 

Lottie joins them, placing her hand on top of Franny’s head, playing with the braid in her hair. “Baby, you’re okay,” she says. Franny whimpers in his neck, wanting to hide away. Her grip is tight on his collar. All he can do is keep rubbing her back. “Take a deep breath,” Lottie says.

“You know, I can’t ride a bike, Francoise!” Agathe yells from the lawn. “Neither can Lulu!”

Franny lifts her head. Her long lashes are wet and her cheeks are red. She places one of her hands into a fist and bites down on it. Lottie directs her with a deep breath until she calms completely. “Can I have some lemonade?”

“Of course,” Alex says. 

Franny sits in Lottie’s lap and sips away at her glass. Lulu is content in Agathe’s arms, babbling nonsense to herself. After a few burps, Franny says, “I want to try again.”

“Are you sure?” Lottie questions.

Alex gets the feeling Lottie is more nervous than Franny. “I want to ride bikes with you.”

Lottie hugs Franny close to her and kisses the top of her head. “You have your whole life to ride bikes with us.”

“I just want to ride a bike, mummy. It’s no big deal.” She hops off Lottie’s lap and says, “Come on, daddy. We’ve got business to attend to.” She leaves laughter in her wake and eventually, Alex gets it together to walk with Franny.

They go over braking multiple times before Franny tries by herself again. With no issues, Franny rides her bike down the street and when she returns to her audience she announces, “I did it!” She hops off the bike and runs over to Lottie. “Can I dance now?”

Alex has tried teaching Franny piano. They’ve accomplished “Chopsticks” but Franny’s fingers are too short to do much else without assistance, but she likes to watch. He tried to teach Lottie piano years ago but they got into a big argument because Lottie doesn’t like to fail at things and Alex wasn’t the best teacher back then. 

They’ve matured since then and Lottie can now do “Chopsticks” with Franny. She says she prefers to watch. She’ll sit on the floor and do one of those Montessori puzzles with Lulu. Lottie always claps Lulu’s hands together when Franny and Alex finish a song. 

Alex thinks Franny has grown too accustomed to applause after everything she does. She started to curtsy after finishing basic tasks so they put her in ballet. She wears these tiny little ballet slippers and a black leotard with a flowy pink skirt. She dances everywhere now; the park, grocery store aisles, during dinner, she even does a little wiggle in the bath.

So, when she wants to dance, Lottie tells her to dance out on the front lawn. Alex brings a chair out to sit beside Lottie, sitting Lulu in his lap, and steals a sip of Lottie’s lemonade. Franny flails around the grass. Her dancing is limited but in her head, she’s a prima ballerina. Alex can’t help but watch.

“She has a feisty spirit,” Agathe says. “Quite a mignonne.”

“I guess we did pretty well in that department,” Lottie says.

“Yes,” Agathe agrees, curling her index finger in a wave to Lulu, “you were an ugly baby.”

Lottie snorts. “I know. You don’t have to pull out the photos.”

“I was so worried that you would stay that way, but by the time you were this old” she points to Lulu “you grew into your looks. You’ve only gotten more beautiful.”

“Hush, maman,” Lottie tells her.

Agathe doesn’t argue with her plea. “Were you an ugly baby, Alex?”

Alex chuckles. “I don’t think so.”

Lottie grabs his shoulder, squeezing it a few times. “He was a very beautiful baby. That’s where the girls get their eternal cuteness. I sent you the rainboots photo.”

“Oh, yes,” Agathe says. “Francoise looks just like you.”

“Really?” Alex questions. He wonders if Lottie has trained her mother to say this. Nobody else has ever attempted to tell Alex he and Franny look alike.

“Certainly. She’s got your head of hair. Lottie didn’t learn how to smile until she was 10. She would bite her teeth down and show them like she was an animal. Her cheeks were never wide and bright. Franny’s got that grin of yours.”

“Yeah and you both dance the same,” Lottie says with her eyes watching Franny.

She twists and turns and jumps around. Her hands point and she makes up the choreography as she goes but looks as if she’s putting on a Broadway show. For a moment, Alex can see himself in her. She has no shame as she whips her head around, searching the grass for butterflies and fairies, her own secret world.

She imagines whole new places for herself. She talks about them, draws them, and plays in them. She wore these sparkly pink costume fairy wings for a week because she claimed to have been magically transformed into one and couldn’t return to human form until she completed all her tasks. They never found out what the tasks were but she spent a suspicious amount of time digging in the backyard.

Agathe looks at her watch and says she should be heading to the market. Lottie helps her mother load up the car with all those ragdolls and Alex makes sure to distract Franny until they are all concealed. The whole car ride to the flea market Franny chants, “Market time! Market time! Market time!”

Typically this would annoy the shit out of Lottie but there is something so endearing when Alex joins in making a little song out of it. Lulu joins in with her little squeaks. Lottie allows it, but only for the five-minute car ride. She forbids it for the whole time they are at the market.

Alex walks around with Franny while Lottie helps her mother set up. Franny tugs on his hand, pulling him to the booths she finds most interesting. The first is a candle booth that Alex feels like he might barf because all the scents are so overwhelming. The second is a fruit stand where he has to hold Franny’s hands back from contaminating every piece of fruit. The third is a pastry stand where Franny presses her face up to the glass and demands a chocolate croissant. Alex’s mouth begins to water and he kind of wants one too. 

“Bonjour. Uh, deux pain au chocolat.” He holds two fingers up to assist with his request. Franny digs into his pocket and pulls out his wallet for him because she wants to “pay” for it. The cashier takes the money from Franny and gives the bag to Alex. “Merci. Beaucoup.” 

She tugs on his leg as they walk back in the direction of Agathe’s booth. “Gimme. Gimme.”

“Keep your greedy little hands to yourself or I’ll eat both,” he warns.

Her paws come back to her side. “Please.”

Alex takes one out and bites into it, moaning at the taste. “God, I’m so hungry, Franny.”

She crosses her arms. “Don’t tease, daddy, it’s rude.” Everyone can say Franny looks or acts like Alex, but she’s Lottie down to her core.

He quits testing her patience and gives the bag to her. “Thank you,” she says in her cutest voice—a grade A manipulator in the making.

They stroll through the market like two old pals. Franny devours the treat so quickly you would think it evaporated into the air. Chocolate is smeared around her mouth. Alex hands her a napkin and says, “You got a little something there, mate.”

“Cheers, love,” she imitates. She dirties up the napkin and hands the trash back to Alex. “Merci beaucoup. We should eat those every day.”

He wouldn’t mind that either but he smiles and tells her the parental thing, “I think we’ll settle for special occasions. Nothing is as good as it is in France.”

“That’s what mummy says.”

“I know.”

Franny clings to his side as they near the rag dolls. She looks anywhere but the table they’re sitting on. “They better sell out or Franny will never go near me again,” Agathe says.

“I want to keep walking around,” Franny says.

“I’ll watch Lulu,” Agathe offers Lottie. It’s not much work, Lulu is conked out in the stroller anyway.

Lottie promises, “We won’t be long.” Mainly because she doesn’t want to hang around here too long. These things bore her and Alex swore last night to take her to Saint Stephen's Cathedral. Churches are an aphrodisiac for her and they’re only a couple of blocks from it.

But Franny wants to see the florist booth first. She walks a few paces ahead, skipping away, giving a chance for Alex to put his arm around Lottie. “We got two pain au chocolat and the cashier didn’t think I wasn’t French for a second.” 

He’s exaggerating a little but the dramatics make Lottie giggle. “Did he say you were the greatest French speaker of all time?”

“Oh, yeah, he said I should run for president.”

In these short few moments, it feels like it’s just him and Lottie on a street. They could be anywhere, it doesn’t matter. It feels like the whole world is in her eyes. “Well, I bet you sounded very sexy.” She taunts him by wiggling her eyebrows too. She’s playing his game.

He stares at her then at her lips then at her again. Sometimes she makes him feel young and horny like he could fuck her in the middle of the street. His blood is pumping and he sees the image of it in his head. It would be nice if everyone else could piss off and just let them fuck here. 

He reaches down and pinches her butt just to get one touch in. She squeals and knocks into his chest. “Oui oui,” he says.

She fist bumps his arm but reaches down with her other hand to give him a pinch of his own. He shrieks from surprise and covers his mouth in embarrassment. Lottie giggles. He supposes his shame is worth that much.

Franny loves sunflowers the best because that’s what was embroidered on her favourite overalls, which she’s since outgrown. She goes through the stand and smells each flower one by one trying to figure out which one smells the best. 

Lottie buys a small bouquet of lilies. She holds them down to Franny to smell each offering first before she selects which group of lilies smells the best. She pays for them and sets off for whatever Franny deems is the next booth.

She stops Alex first. She pulls a flower out of the bouquet and snaps the stem off. “For you,” she says, brushing his hair behind his left ear and placing it there. 

It’s evocative. He could cry. It pulls on every piece of him. It takes him a deep breath to remember how to compute. Then, he does the same thing he did the first time: he kisses her. It’s slow and gets the job done. It’s romantic, not sexual, purely a kiss to say “I love you” because he does.

For good measure, when he pulls away he says, “I love you.”

She smiles and says, “Pussy.” She leaves him behind and follows Franny. He takes his first few steps slowly just to make sure he has control of his legs and they don’t give out from under him. He watches her move from behind. She fills out his trousers perfectly like they were made for her. He adds it to the list of things that are a perfect match between him and her.

He feels like a dork for having a list but he’s always thinking these things. One night he wrote it out. They had a fight before bed, something inconsequential, but he could tell Lottie had been hurt by the things said, frustrated by him. After a night of tossing and turning, he debated waking her up to apologize but he figured that would piss her off more.

He went into the living room and dug out one of the legal pads and wrote out those things about them that align in all the right places from the gift of children to how their hands fit in one another to their first conversation to all the books they have duplicates of, except hers are in French and his are in English. It made him feel better and he finally fell asleep after.

She woke him up with a kiss, clutching the list in one hand. It was a brief interaction before she told him to go back to bed. When he woke up she wrote a note of her own about how they’re puzzle pieces that slide into one another and how he picks up where she ends off. She wrote that he fits the hole inside her. That night he said he’d like to fit the hole and she got mad at making a sex joke out of her love note. She’s under a sick twisted belief he’s secretly always mocking her. But after she showered, they had sex and she said they’re learning to understand each other every day and there is no one else she would rather get to know. She’s the romantic poet, not him.

He catches up to them at a jewelry booth. They poke around and Alex offers to buy something for Lottie but she fiddles with the blue pendant hanging from her necklace and says she has all the jewelry she needs. That’s enough to make any boy blush.

They buy Franny a little charm bracelet. She shakes her wrist in the air to jingle the charms together. She stares at it for the rest of the day when they return to Agathe’s booth, she rushes up, paying no attention to those evil dolls, and presents her new dazzling charm bracelet. It seems to yield magic to fight off the dolls’ curse.

Agathe shoos Alex and Lottie off, allowing them momentary alone time to head to the cathedral together. They walk on the stone road hand in hand, in pace with one another, repeating patterns from a thousand times before. There’s a version of them from hundreds of years ago that walked these roads before they were made of stone, only following the natural path they had with one another.

“Franny will probably have a doll nightmare tonight,” Lottie says.

Alex swings their hands. “She’s got her bracelet now. I think we can play up the narrative that it fights off the dolls for long enough that she’ll no longer be scared of the dolls when she realizes it isn’t true.”

“Then, Lulu will probably be scared of them. Franny will tell her stories of them coming to scare her in the middle of the night. Gabriel did that with me, scared me for years with stories of phantoms.”

Alex sighs and shakes his head. “Kids. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.”

Lottie grants him a laugh. “If they weren’t so cute we’d probably eat them.”

“I’m glad evolution has moved us past that point.”

They come up on the cathedral, the steeple covers the sun and the sky is a clear blue. He feels like he’s looking at a giant. They come here each time but Lottie likes to stand across the street for a few minutes to take it in all over again. During that time, he takes her in. “I should build an altar to you,” he says.

She casts her eyes down from the sky to him. “You’re corny. It’s pathological.”

He moves forward, pulling her behind him. “Most women would swoon at that.”

“Well, I have to stay on my own two feet unless you want to carry all of us girls back home.” She takes his arm and wraps it around herself, personally hugging herself to him. It’s her version of corny words, her whispering back her love. He knows this. It’s just the way they work.

“Emmanuel is going to make dinner tonight, which means maman can watch the girls and you and I can…” She trails off suggestively.

Alex leans closer, rubbing himself up against her. “Can?”

“Have a romantic evening,” she vaguely says because they’re in a church and she can’t start speaking of vulgar things even if they are both thinking it. “I meant you take me out to dinner, not whatever you’re thinking.”

His hand trails lower but doesn’t grab her ass because she would yell at him and say the eyes of god are watching, even though she doesn’t believe in that kind of thing anymore. “I was thinking dinner. And dessert.”

“Of course you were. We have to be back to tuck Franny in and kiss Lulu goodnight.”

Alex corrects her, “You mean, I have to be back in time to tuck the girls in and you have to be back in time to have wine with your mother.”

She smiles at him, her lips are close by but they can’t kiss in a place like this with Saint Stephen watching. He’d throw a brick at them or something. “You’ve been trained very well.”

“Good teacher,” he replies with darkened eyes. He’s dirty. Something about a church makes him filthy. It’s something about not being able to that makes his flirtation stronger. He can’t lay one on her so he has to speak it, to convey it in a look.

He conveys it all right. Enough for her to pull away under the claim of looking around, but more not wanting him to see the look on her face and how she squeezes her thighs together. He’s too much; it feels like she could choke. One day, she’ll choke on all the things he says and does and end up spitting everything out, not being able to contain all this love inside her.

He lets her be and looks around on his own. His eyes forever attracted back to her, the unavoidable magnet pulling him closer and closer. It’s irresistible. She’s too alluring to keep away from.

Alex slides up next to her. “Can I take you out sometime this evening, ma’am?” He bows his head like he’s tipping his imaginary hat to her.

“Are we roleplaying now? Are you in a play and you didn’t tell me?”

“There’s this lovely place on the Marne I thought we could go to.”

She smiles because he always seems to remember these things. The ones she can’t even perfectly recall. “La Péniche?”

“Yes. Have you been before?” 

“Once or twice.” The first time they came to Meaux they went to La Péniche. They got hammered and had sex in the car. It was the first time they had sex after Franny. The locale could be perceived as unromantic but they both would argue otherwise, mainly because there were no crying babies, among other tantalizing things.

La Péniche is a restaurant on the water. It’s a tiny little boat with beautiful views and a feeling of seclusion even when surrounded by people. Alex gets a steak and Lottie gets foie gras and they share a cheese platter. Lottie ends up eating most of the cheese and Alex ends up eating most of her foie gras.

“I forgot what it’s like to have a meal without having to feed someone else,” Lottie complains. They’ve had plenty of meals without the kids but she’s been a bit hazy these days. He can tell she is hungry by the way she munches the cheese two cubes at a time.

“Does that mean I can’t count on you spoon-feeding me dessert?”

“I thought I was getting the special treatment tonight.”

He smirks. “I was referring to other things.”

“Foot massage?”

“Oh, I’ll give you a massage.”

“You’re gross.”

“I could go under the table right now if you’d like.” He’s trying to embarrass her. He does everything to prompt the blood rushing to her cheeks. 

Alex begins to bend down under the table when she kicks him. “Will you stop it? I don’t want to get thrown overboard.”

“Too wet?”

She focuses back on her food before changing the subject, “Gabriel is only bringing Elias. Sacha and Lena are staying with Brigitte.”

Alex groans. “He’s got to bring the annoying one.”

“Al,” she lightly scolds. “Gabriel is upset according to maman. All this divorce drama.”

They’ve all been on the receiving end of a mouthy Gabriel about his divorce from Brigitte, still stretching on. “Let’s promise to never get divorced.”

Lottie smiles across the candlelight to him. She places her head on her chin. “If only for your assets.”

“Like my dick?”

She scoffs. “What is with you tonight?”

“We’re on holiday. I’m horny.”

Her brows furrow. “You’re always horny. What’s so special about tonight?”

He becomes timid, placing his chin to his chest. “I don’t know how else to say this, Lot, but…I’m pregnant.”

She throws her napkin at him. “Don’t mock.”

Across the bridge, they get ice cream. Lottie gets coffee-flavoured. Alex gets one scoop of salted caramel and one of marshmallow but ends up not liking the salted caramel so Lottie has to spoon it out of his cup for him before it infects the marshmallow. He could almost be mistaken for another child.

Alex fails to spoon-feed her ice cream instead ending up getting it on her cheek instead of her mouth. She refuses to let him try again, even if he begs on the drive back home. 

Franny scurries across the room in her pyjamas right when they walk in. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she says with her hands on her hips.

Alex has always been in charge of bedtime. He likes it, especially after over a year of not being able to do it. Franny always demands two stories unless she falls asleep before the first one is finished. Lulu is too young to comprehend more than the sound of his voice is soothing. She’s already asleep in her crib when Lottie goes in to kiss her goodnight.

Lottie and Agathe uncork a bottle of wine and sit in the sunroom. They could gab for hours and hours in the same ways they did when Lottie was Franny’s age. They gossip, Lottie told him that. 

Franny knocks out halfway through storytime. She’s had a long and big day. Alex nearly falls asleep next to her. He checks on Lulu adjusting the stuffed polar bear that now belongs to her. Franny gave it to her when she was born. Something in him reels every time he sees it.

Alex pours himself a glass of wine and sits beside Lottie. The three of them smoke enough cigarettes to put the Zog of Albania to shame, but when in Rome or Meaux or France or wherever. Emmanuel went to bed before Franny. He seems like a ghost in this house, coming home from work, eating dinner, and then crashing.

“He was such a brilliant child and now he’s an idiot,” Agathe said. “I love him. He is very special but he’s never been able to handle women.” Alex tries to play catch-up.

“Ma, you hated Brigitte,” Lottie says while swirling her wine glass around. Ah, Gabriel, yet again.

“Yes, but she’s a smart, strong woman. He was off sticking his cock in the wrong places. I didn’t set a good example.”

Lottie ducks her head down. “Gabriel will get mad at you for saying these things to me.”

“So sensitive,” Agathe snips. She relaxes back into her chair. “You’re right. Alex, supply.”

He looks around. Agathe has never prompted him to come up with a subject matter. “I can’t help you much there. Only child.”

Agathe softly smiles at him ending in a yawn. “I should be heading to bed. Wash the glasses out for me.” She kisses each of their cheeks good night, leaving them alone with the moonlight.

“If it wasn’t so dark I’d suggest a bike ride,” Lottie says.

“Franny would curse you out for that.”

Lottie shushes him. “It could be our little secret.”

Alex shakes his head at her. He doesn’t speak, sending the room into a quiet comfort. He leans his head onto her shoulder wanting to feel like her pet for a moment, wanting to know what it’s like to give his weight over to her. She knows exactly how to move up his back before combing her hand through his hair. He feels settled. 

He drifts away for a moment, shutting his eyes and letting the tension in his shoulders go. Eventually, he flashes back and raises his head. She looks toward him expectantly, waiting for his words. “What was the name of that porn addict boyfriend?”

She giggles confusedly. “What?”

“We’ve told so many jokes about him and you’ve never told me his name.”

She smiles at him and something ticks away in her head that he can’t read but her eyes shift all over his face as if she’s trying to read him as well. “Hans.”

“Hans was handsy.”

She laughs again. This time she lays her head on his shoulder and he flops his on top of hers like two books falling on each other. They sit there until her neck begins to ache. She stands and silently holds her hand out.

They go about their nightly routine. He’s in bed reading when she supposedly goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth but suspiciously shuts the door behind her. He’s not shocked when she comes out in lingerie but he won’t complain.

She crawls into his lap but he stays focused on the book. His mouth quirks up before he turns a page. Lottie sits there in unusual uncertainty, feeling space between them even when they are so close together. She touches his forearm greeted by warmth and hardness. She straddles his waist and waits, but he keeps his eyes on the pages. She scowls. “Okay, I’m sorry, but there’s no way whatever you are reading is more interesting than me.” 

“Yeah? How do you figure?” 

She snatches the book away, tossing it somewhere over her shoulder, and he gets all affronted. “Hey, I was reading that.” 

Lottie manually puts his hands on her thighs. His grip there tightens on his own. “Don’t play games with me. You talked a big game today just to ignore me.” 

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t get all riled up crawl into my lap. It’s very cute.” 

“Conniving,” Lottie accuses. 

He grins, pulling her closer, and wrapping his arms around her waist. Their foreheads touch. “It’s nice to know you want me too.”

“If I haven’t given you that impression then you’ve been checked out.” 

His voice is low, face in the crook of her neck now like he’s talking right to her heart. “I like it when you get all hot and bothered like Hans for me.”

She snorts. “Are we including him in our foreplay now?”

“If it gets you flustered.”

She sighs and pulls away from him. “Remember when we used to talk about intellectual things.”

“I’ve watched too much Teletubbies, my brain’s fried.”

She rubs his ear in between her fingers. “Alright, Tinky-Winky.”

“Eh-oh!” He exclaims before pushing her onto her back. He kisses down her neck. His hands feel up her breasts, sitting low in her barely-there bra. He squeezes one, unleashing a yelp from her. She pushes the tight grip off of her and sits up.

He chases after a kiss. A static shock is sent through him and he continues to follow after her. His fingers fiddle until her bra is undone and off. She caresses her way down the planes of his chest. She pushes like he pushes her bottoms off until they’re both pleasantly naked. 

She places her hands on either side of his face and leans up to lock her lips on his. It’s carnal. They rarely get time to do just this. Just sit and kiss. He can’t remember the last time they took it slow and weren’t racing against a privacy clock.

Despite their desperation, neither wishes to rush this. He gets to feel every inch of her, refamiliarizing himself with how soft her skin feels up against his. She grows warmer from his body heat and remembers what it feels like to be moved. 

His cock rubs against her bareness, planted right between their two bodies. He lays her down on the sheets. He nuzzles his nose against her collarbone. He lightly kisses down her breastbone. His fingers feel along the indentations of her ribs. He licks her midriff before raising his head when he meets her pelvis.

“What do you want?” He asks because all he’s ever wanted to do is please her.

She bends her legs around him, pulling him back to her. He skims his finger along the curve of her leg. Lottie responds with a shiver. “Get in me.”

Alex’s smile and dick grow about twice as large from that. He runs himself through her folds. She lets out a whimper giving him permission to slide into her. He pushes in until he meets the bottom of her and then he stays there with them lying skin to skin. He breathes her in. Her hands run through his hair, combing her fingernails down his back, so faint it makes him shift into her. She moans against his ear and it almost breaks him right there.

He tries to replicate it, repeating the small movement to pull the same noise from her. She reciprocates until they are going back and forth with the slightest of moves. It’s so little but so erotic. He whimpers. He can’t remember the last time something so vulnerable fell out of his mouth.

Everything is breathy, each noise a whisper in the wind. She quivers under his hand and clutches his back. Her fingernails scratch down his back. He thrusts harder into her. He starts to move in and out of her. He pulls out to the tip gradually. She wiggles around the tip of him, savouring every piece of him.

She reaches her hand down in between them and starts to rub her clit. He feels like he has to touch every inch of her. He begins mouthing her breast as he rocks in and out of her. He groans at how tight she feels and she begins muttering words so gently he can’t understand them. 

She pushes his hips down, wanting him to hit the back of her. She grabs his back, trying to grab a hold of something before she flexes, arching her back up, coming. The sound of her moan escapes through her shut lips. He keeps moving to let her ride it out. “Feels so fucking good,” he whispers to her.

Alex pauses when she finishes, holding himself away in the back of her. He kisses her to let the memory sink in. He waits his turn simply wanting her to bask in this feeling first before he makes it about himself. She hugs him to her chest as her panting slows.

When she lifts her hips up, he resumes, shifting up to feel the core of her. He bucks his hips as he approaches that edge. She starts bouncing up. “Fucking hell,” he says because he can’t take it anymore. Before he can manage to say anything else he comes in her. His eyes squeeze shut and press all the way into her.

“That’s it,” she says. Her hand idly strokes down his spine, making him tremble in her arms. He lays there with her like he’s done so many times before. He relaxes into that familiar way she holds him. His heart rate calms and soon he’s just resting with her.

He tucks his head into her neck and feels her pulse against his cheek. It’s a lullaby to him. He almost falls asleep before she shakes him. “You have to let me up, honey.” She only calls him pet names like that when she’s being schmaltzy, the moment too tender for their own names. Honey, love, sweetheart, snookums.

His skin peels from hers, his arms pushing him up and out of her until he sluggishly lands on his side of the bed. She sits up, putting her feet on the floor. He grabs her hand, pulling her attention. She looks at him with those eyes he could drown in—probably already has drowned in, a complete goner. She’s a siren and he’s shipwrecked. 

“What?” She asks.

Alex takes each part of her in. He’s seen her like this so many times before but sometimes he likes to hold her here and take her all in for a few minutes. She looks the same as she did at 21, at 32, at 36, yesterday, and yet there’s always something new to admire. He always finds something to tick up his smile in a new way. One day he might know all of her, every bump, freckle, eyelash, that small scar she has on her knee from the time she fell off her bike and kept picking at the scab.

She leans down over him with a grin. “I’m gonna make a mess on the sheets if I don’t move.”

He squeezes her hand just to hold her a little longer. “Okay. Come back quick.” He lifts his head to kiss her.

She’s amused by him but doesn’t laugh. She knows that look in his eyes. “I won’t be too far.”

He watches her go, keeping his eyes trained on her until she disappears into the bathroom. He shuts his eyes to see her. In this lifetime of coming and going, it’s nice to feel like this will always remain. He’ll end every night for the rest of his life with her either next to him or on his mind. He’ll think of all the little details and trace them in his mind. He can feel her right beside him, even when she’s not in the room.

It’s been a line throughout their entire relationship. Her presence in his life has been permanent since he met her. She’s an expanse, a horizon, setting out across the sky with no end in sight. He can reach his hands out, touch every piece of her, and never reach the end. There is always something new to hold on to. There’s an immensity to this sentiment.

The bed dips and she lands on his chest. “Hi.” She smiles, greeting him like a long-lost divinity. 

He pets her hair back to see her clearly. “Where have you been?”

She giggles at him, reeling him back into her. His arms embrace her, grabbing a hold of her and bringing her body as close to him as possible. “I was just in the bathroom.”

Alex’s smile pokes through. “I know.” He kisses her nose first. He grabs her arms and pulls her up more until her face is right above his. He strokes her cheek before passing his hand down to her shoulder. She gets lost in him when he kisses her, falling straight into him. They break apart to breathe. “I know. I just wanted you here.”

She hooks herself around him and reverently kisses his cheek. Her thumb brushes the part behind his ear that gets him exhaling. She whispers, “I’m right here.”

*

a/n: this might contradict facts in previous parts but if you noticed that then you care more than i do. also this takes place in the future i think. if my math is right this is july 2025 but i'm sure nothing new will happen before then because alex probably won't be spotted again until 2030. thanks. i always like writing them, it just takes me a while to figure it all out. but i like this. hopefully, you did too. okay. bye. also can we get another alex recent? it took me forever to decide on this picture and it's not even that good of quality but i couldn't find anything else. okay. bye again.

[svt-demi]

RELATIONSHIPS ── PERFORMANCE UNIT⠀ ୨ৎ

་ ﹟ ، DEMI’S relationships with the PERFORMANCE UNIT

masterlist . VOCAL UNIT . HIPHOP UNIT

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 ; JUNHUI ˖˙ ៹ junmi

it took them a long time to get close predebut because of the language barrier

demi’s always the first to cheer jun on or promote his solo works!! she’s always talking about how proud she is of jun. he says she sounds like his mom even if she’s younger than him

jun randomly gifts demi cute trinkets just because “it reminded me of you”

trying to teach eachother their first languages but failing each time

he’s also one of the members obsessed with demi’s cat

they carry snacks around for eachother!! it doesn’t matter where they’re going or what they’re doing, the snacks are always being shared around

jun is always encouraging demi to try out the things she wants to

she leaves her phone lying around for a few minutes, and once she opens here gallery, there’ll be dozens of photos of jun

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 ; SOONYOUNG ˖˙ ៹ soonmi

they used to argue constantly during practices because hoshi was stressed, and demi was just trying to keep up

when she went from the vocal unit to the performance unit, he was strict with her at first, always nitpicking her movements. but sooner or later, he warmed up to her

during practice and rehearsals she always tries to get the steps correct because shes scared he’ll get mad (he scolds her for stressing too much)

hoshi dramatically fake cries and clutches his chest when demi compliments any of his choreo

they both freak tf out after they speak to taemin

they have way too much energy together — if they’re hyper at the same time, its over for everyone else

demi’s always targeting him during mafia

although he’s harsh when he tells demi to improve certain things in practice, she knows that he only pushes her because he believes in her potential more than anyone else

always begging her to teach him how to tumble

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 ; MINGHAO ˖˙ ៹ haomi

theyre so inlove with eachother ugh

minghao is demi’s anchor

he’s always making sure demi is comfortable and safe. doesn’t matter where they are or how close she is to him, he’ll always be looking out for her

demi shows her love to minghao through her actions rather than words. she’s grateful that he understands her better than anyone else — he knows that even the smallest kisses, or demi simply fixing his hair or clothes is her way of saying ‘i love you’

at first, they were planning on keeping their relationship private so it would reduce the stress, but they eventually ended up not caring and just waited for everyone to figure it out

carats are always collecting clips of minghao sneaking glances at demi

demi’s family love minghao so much, even if they’ve only had the chance to see him a few times

he’ll hold her hand when he notices her getting nervous

demi isnt the biggest fan of tea, but if minghao asks her to try something new he came up with she’ll gladly take it

they’ll sneak small kisses to eachother thinking no ones watching (the members always catch them and think its so cute)

hao’s always making sure demi’s not pushing herself too far and if he notices she is, to the point where she’s beginning to get exhausted, he won’t let her do any more work until shes had some rest.

they have matching necklaces

since demi takes interest in fashion, minghao’s always letting her pick out his outfits

minghao’s normally quite straightforward towards other people, but when it comes to demi, his tone softens and he speaks to her with such care. its so obvious he’s head over heels for her

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 ; CHAN ˖˙ ៹ chanmi

they came up with some sort of routine of giving eachother ridiculously dramatic high fives before and after performances

dino finds comfort in demi — when he’s stressed or unsure about something, he’ll go to her and say whats on his mind.

dino came up with the name tequila for demi’s cat and she actually stuck with it

nonstop teasing eachother

demi : “stop trying to act cute, dino-ya”

dino : “you’re just jealous im naturally cute”

sometimes gets to the point where scoups has to scold them both

if demi’s laughing during an interview… just look at whoevers closest to her and chances are it’ll be dino

dance break duo!!!

if one of them goes live, theres a 50% chance the other will be there

my requests will always be open, so please feel free to send some in! i apologize in advance if you end up waiting for a response for a little while

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiiii

Can you make another Alastor x Rarity reader like I love it sm and I need more 😭😭❤️

If you do thank youuuu

I definitely can! My dear @sillyalastor, here will be yours and @nenerobobot’s post for Rarity-reader and Al! I hope you both like our kinda short follow up to the Radio Demon and his Drama Queen!

Alastor- Diamond Trio

Alastor knows how much of a detail-orientated and fussy woman you are, and he knows fashion colours, stitching processes, habits, facts and more on the top of his head. He knows what is considered eggshell white and what is considered ivory white. That’s how much time he spends with you

Alastor has been teaching you some new recipes, ones that get a bit messy. Whilst, you’re very worried about getting food on you and is wearing about five layers of protection each time you cook with him. He finds it cute and cheers you on for you being so precise and careful with the measurements. You’ll stand there for five minutes making sure the water percentage is just perfect and he thrives off that

Alastor is not a fan of you being friends with any of the Overlords except Rosie, so when he finds out, you befriended a fellow fashionista Velvette. He is supportive of your wishes but he is glaring down Velvette and threatening her behind your back to not hurt you or he’ll hurt her. Needless to say… Al’s protective and he doesn’t tolerate any of your friends trying to ruin your spirits or your work

So that means, if anybody rejects your outfit choice and creation you made for them, even politely. Alastor will hunt them down. You’re generous and you should be praised for that generosity. Alastor takes everything you give him, if he doesn’t like it, he’ll merely ask for some additions. He won’t ever demand a new outfit or item

Now. How did you and Alastor meet, you ask? You met him at a grand gala. It mainly consisted of Overlords but a handful of Sinners were invited and you were one of them, brought into this ‘incredible’ party

Alastor had been quite intrigued by you, the moment he saw you. A gorgeous, classy, sophisticated sinner dressed in the most pretty, regal maroon pink dress he has ever seen. You had attended this ‘best night ever’ party in hopes to find your prince, the man of your dreams and when you ran into a prissy but handsome Overlord that screamed prince-like grace, you immediately latched onto him. Unaware that you’re actual prince is the one Overlord all the guests avoided like the plague

Alastor couldn’t bring himself to just ignore the only shining jewel within this boring, prim and proper high-class party. He was so uninterested that he only got entertainment out of talking to his dear friend, Rosie. So after some careful yet quick consideration, he begun to follow you and your… date around the large palace hosting this gala under the cover of shadows. He was curious on what you’d do and the disgust he felt over this Overlord acting so uncharming and so harsh to a sweet lady such as yourself. He doesn’t tolerate women of radiance being disrespected

Alastor is so glad that you finally put your foot down after all the treatment: that ‘Prince’ of a Overlord making you pay for treats, making you give up the cushion seat, taking your rose for himself, making you throw your gorgeous silky-fabric shawl over a puddle so neither of you would slip. No gentleman should treat his lady this way and his blood is boiling in pure disgust at his fellow Overlord. The final straw is when that Overlord used you as a shield to block off the pretty strawberry icing cheesecake that came flying at the pair of you

Alastor watched from the sidelines with much pride and respect, over you talking that Overlord down and proclaiming he is a royal pain but of course, that ‘prince’ only cared about his looks and was scared of you drenched in the cake. Shaking off some of the cake on your dress, hair and face to get it onto the Overlord, out of raw rage. You ended up stomping out of the main big dance ballroom, furious and on the verge of crying. Leaving that ‘date’ of yours behind

Alastor couldn’t stop himself from following you. He was curious how a pretty mid-atlantic accented lady would handle being humiliated and having lashed out against her ‘date’ in front of almost ALL of the guests in the Gala. Your pretty sparkly almost diamond-like eyes poured tears, smudging your nice mascara and light blue eyeshadow as you stomped into the pretty empty gardens and cried out your rage

Oh. Alastor didn’t like seeing somebody so innocent and done no wrong mistreated like this. Even if it was amusing, he doesn’t like it

So, he finally approaches you after a few seconds of watching you vent out your feelings through sobs. His strong sharp crimson red eyes going from your forehead golden crown to the glass plumps to the still damp shawl tied around your shoulders in a classy princess style. You’re the most beautiful guest at this sorry excuse of a Gala. Alastor folds one arm behind his back, his own gala-style black, white and red coloured suit making his red and black colouration pop as he presents you with a rose

“I believe this is yours, my dear” Your glassy eyes turned over to look at him, the almost folded, multi-layers of your dress hugging your curves and hiding your leg movements as it just felt like this night went from the worst to the best. Is this the actual gentleman you’ve always wanted?! Gently reaching out, you’re a bit intimidated by how strong his glare is, how visible his golden yellow fangs are through that wide open grin, with how menacing his long fingers are

Taking the still stemmed rose from Alastor, you didn’t even know his name but you wished you did… you are a bit scared he may be a fake like that awful Overlord you were chasing after just before but he seems friendly enough. Alastor lifts up your hands with his single one, precisely placing the rose into your prettily curled and tied up hair, just above your bangs before speaking once more. His entire presence leaking charm, grace and poise

“Shall we dance?”

You were a bit shy, still drenched in destroyed layered cake batter but Alastor didn’t even chuckle at how ruined your clean, neat look is now. He merely snaps his fingers and like that, all the sweet confectionery remains are gone and all the ruffled, ripped or knotted parts of your dress and hair is smoothed out to perfection, as well as your slightly wet shawl back to being completely dry and your makeup returned to more presentable. Just like how you looked when you entered this Gala and when Alastor first saw you. Taking a deep breath, your cheeks flustered and blushy

You take his hand and with a single tug, you and him are dancing together in the calm, breezy, beautiful gardens of the giant gala palace, no music, no other prissy annoying guests. Just the plants, the animals and you two

Your eyes are no long filled to the brim with tears, anger and heartbreak. You’re now developing a sense of admiration and awe at Alastor being so gentlemanly and sweet with you in seconds flat, he’s treating you the way you wanted that blueblood ass to treat you and it’s making your heart flutter. Twirling slowly in a nice slow steady waltz, the only music ringing is the sound of the nearby birds singing

That night was the best night ever

[missmarveledsblog]

It's fate ( Bradley bradshaw x reader) part three

summary : The moment that bradley is waiting for as he take the girl he is convinced(knows) is his future wife on that first day and pulling out all the stops so that there will be more

warning : its tooth rooting fluffy fluff stuff

previous part

He was nervous , he was excited and he was totally and utterly completely caught in the spell .  His mom was right all those years he thought the woman lost the plot he wish she could of told her she was right . Maybe he was jumping the gun but then again the woman he was currently going on a first date with could ask him to jump and he would ask how high . 

“ you’ll know , when you meet them you’ll know” those words his mother trying to teach him growing up suddenly crystal clear.  

“ so where ya taking me bradley brooster radley” god even her voice was perfect he could stay mute rest of his life and listen to that voice . 

“Well i  made reservations at  this new fusion fever  place it does a little everything so well i wouldn’t get the food wrong , then i have a little surprise after on the beach”. 

“ you aint planning on killing me right?” she teased . 

“ you never … your brother occasionally have thought about it” he chuckled . 

“ he’s a softy really  he gives you problems just tell him marley and me , that man got in such a fit of despair my mama almost few to san diego til we let him talk to our dog back home “ she giggled . 

“ damn that’s kinda cute and makes him human plus i may of cried with him and went to  dog shelter “ he laughed awkwardly.  

“ did  you get dog … oh can i meet him “ she almost jumped up excited. 

“ i can so get one no i will get one and you can meet it “ he smiled  noting to himself to go back to that shelter  wondering if their was a 24 hour one  that was a thing right ?  .

“ slow your roll brooster lets eat first before your committing here , i could eat like a slob “ she pointed out . 

“ and i’ll eat like a pig “ he shot back . 

“ you are adorable” she giggled that was definitely his favorite sound he was wondering what other sounds he would like from her . 

“ calm down brooster jesus ” he thought scolding himself . 

The moment the pulled up he was on his best game jumping out of the car so fast he stumble , slightly praying it was dark enough she didn’t notice as he went to the other side opening the door  holding his hand out  and escort her like the queen she was to the door .  even pulling her chair out once they were shown to the table he may of nearly pushed the matradee out of the way to do so but he’d tip the man on way out or not  .. maybe .  She had head turning moment she walked in and honestly as much as he hated it he didn’t blame them she was stunningly beautiful from the casual sweaters and jean shorts he’d seen her or the other outfits he’d seen her back when they were strangers  but now the white sundress had every part loving it .  her bright eyes and smile  he could see as his personal beacon calling him home every night ,  or  that voice of hers leading him like a siren  at sea .  he listened intently cementing everything she told him about herself in turn sharing  things about himself  from his favorite color  to his parents which was never something he shared on a first day but yet he told her stories of his mom and ones he could remember of his dad . she told him stories of what it was like having jake as a big brother and  one thing he could never argue with was that hangman did love his family . she was the youngest of the five sisters and well seven kids in total which in turn he joke if her parents needed a tv but honestly if she wanted twenty kids he would give them to her. 

“ hey they kept going til they got perfection” she smirked that sarcastic side he could only imagine how much it irritated jake giving he  was the same. 

 “ i don’t doubt that at all “ he winked . 

“ honestly i’m surprised there isn’t little seresin out there with that hound dog i call a brother” she snorted . “ sure they’re are in texas but none are jakes “ she smiled . 

“ do you miss it , texas “ he asked . 

“ sometimes but i like it here , plus it not too far away i mean a day or less car trip if i’m really feeling homesick  plus jakes here so it  makes it less lonely and makes my mama sleep better and my papa not driving up check on me all time “ . 

“ well you have me here too i mean you know what i mean “ he blushed . 

“ good to know i’ll keep it on mind that bradley brooster radley is there to kept little ole me less lonely” she winked. 

“ what made you become a kindergarten teacher ?” 

“ wow you really do wanna know it all huh? Well i love kids i always did even growing up   i was always the one to well cause the trouble and wild child but even then i wanted to be teacher and well having all those nieces and nephews i was always good with the younger years mama said i had the touch  and my sister emily well she said i’d make a good kindergarten teacher “  . 

“ well from the way you talk about your kids , your class honestly is already telling that your a great teacher definitely one that going to make impact “ he gushed . 

 “ well thank you ,  i hope so” she smiled shyly . “ it’s not as exciting as what you do though hell i’d be scared shitless getting in one of those hornets y’all flyboys got balls ” . 

“  hey don’t knock it til you try it  , maybe you just need the right flyboy sweetheart” he winked. 

“ is that so?”. 

“ oh baby you’ll love it in mine … my jet i mean “ he gulped. 

“ guess we’ll add it to future dates if this one stays as great as it is so far” she patted his cheek as she stood . “ i need to use the little girls room i’ll be back “ and honestly he tried really but he almost fell out of the chair when he look watching how her hips swayed as she walk .  “ shit behave” he scolded himself. 

Once desert was finish and he left a big tip and paying before she could even see the bill hit the table he once again escorted her to the bronco opening the door and even putting the belt on for her jesus even the sent of her perfume had him so intoxicated in her .  with check that the beach plan was a go before he got in the driver side  . what he didn’t expect was the moment he sat down ready to turn was her lips to peck his cheek. One simple action and he was short circuiting  needed a moment before he even started the car. The whole car ride they talked more possibly more than she ever did on a first day . bradley brooster radley had her talking of anything and everything and  he was actually listening . the whole time he was a perfect gentlemen she almost thought she was dreaming . never had she ever been treated in such a way. She had hard time not swooning and keeping her cool most of the  time . he was nothing she ever met before . honestly she noticed him back everytime she would pass him it was likes something out of a movie and many time she was thinking of saying something but he was gone by time she could and honestly night she tired in the hard deck but jake pushed her out the door before she could get more out of her mouth and then her chance she took it that first time in the cafe honestly she was bucket of nerves and then well now here she was having the best date of her life and hope there would be more . 

Pulling to the hard deck her head tilted in confusion she could of sworn he said the beach as he got out opening her door and unbuckling her belt . this time when he took her hand she intertwined their fingers it was cute even in the night she could see the red on his cheeks or how wide his smile was . they walked near the entrance of the hard deck only to turn as then she seen it just at the back and indeed on the beach the  light that led them down to were a blanket sat on the sand  along with a  basket and what looked like a speaker sat waiting and flowers more specifically her favorite . 

“ your brother may have help but didn’t think i’d have a first date and not get the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen flowers “ he smile picking them up and handing them to her . 

“ shit are you even real “ she gasped still in awe taking it all in .

“Well i remember  you told me your favorite thing was to watch the stars  so what’s better then watching them on a beach with the sounds of the waves  but i was hoping you would dance with me first he tapped his phone as her mouth fell open . “ ok jake might of helped with that too “ he smiled shyly as sound of la vie an rose played .  “ so would you care to dance” he held his hand out . 

“ how could i say no this is wow” she was lost for words in the best way possible as she took his hands putting them on her waste as she wrapped her arm around his neck as the two swayed around eyes locked both slowly closer til there forehead where touching .

“ yup this was definitely fate” he finally said. 

“ bradley radley brooster shut up and kiss me” she smiled.

“ yes  ma’am “ he leaned down his lips touch her and if he wasn’t a goner before (which he was )  , he was definitely  a goner now for the future mrs bradshaw .  

@bets-bookshelf hope you enjoy 💙❤️💙❤️

A/n : if anyone wants more from these two just ask and will deliver oneshots <3

[iloveelvisss]

A Series of Unfortunate Events

When the Queen divorces the King

Pairing: 70s!Elvis x Wife!Reader

Summary: Elvis’ wife of seven years has had enough, and Elvis can’t fathom that.

Warnings/Triggers: Angst, Yelling, Arguing, References to past wrongdoings, Assumed Infidelity? References to manipulation, References to sex & lovemaking, Crying, Tears, Divorce Topics. I think that’s all? Lmk if you spot any I need to add.

If Elvis had any form of self preservation left inside his torn soul, he would’ve walked away five minutes ago, and saved himself the humiliation he was about to face. But no, he needed to be here. Right here. Right now. He needed to get her to understand. Get her to grasp where he was coming from.

He was manic, yes, but rightfully so… right? His lil’ satnin was up and leaving him. His button nose was serving him papers, and she just didn’t seem to be swayed, no matter how many ways he tried to go about it.

“Nellie, baby, please. We gotta talk. We can talk this whole thing out like adults.”

He’s grasping at straws. But what else is there to do? He cannot lose his wife. But when she doesn’t answer and continues through the house like he doesn’t even exist, he can’t take it anymore. “Cornelia Presley! Turn yer ass around and speak to me!”

There she is, he thinks, as she stops dead in her tracks— so abruptly that his chest would’ve ran into her back if he hadn’t been foreseeing this— and balls her dainty little hands into fists. He almost thinks she’s going to stomp her foot and throw a tantrum, but that would be below her and her newfound persona of oh so high and mighty Miss Campbell, wouldn’t it? No, instead, she stays facing away— to spite him most likely— and speaks in an octave he doesn’t recognize coming from her cute little mouth, “Talk about what? There ain’t nothin’ left to talk about as far as M’ concerned.”

Oh he’d do something drastic if he were a different man or raised by a different woman. She can’t just speak to him like this. She’s his wife. Elvis put a ring on that finger to accompany her perfectly manicured nails years ago, so therefore, she shouldn’t be able to talk to him in such a manner. But he knows if he goes through with any of the things he’s thinking, it’ll just drive her further away from him. “Ain’t nothin’ to talk about,” he repeats almost like he’s testing her words out in his own mouth, except his tone is incredulous, “maybe the fact that my wife is tryin’ to leave me?!”

She scoffs, and damnit does he want to reach out and spin her around and teach her a lesson. But no, he’s a civilized type of man— a calm man. Or maybe that’s just the mantra he keeps telling himself inside his head so that he doesn’t act on the raging impulse to take her right this second against the wall.

“Elvis, I ain’t ‘tryin’, M’ leavin’. Simple as that. The divorce will be finalized soon, and then we don’t gotta worry ‘bout it no more. We’ll be done.”

Can she not see the pain she’s putting him through? The frustration taking residence on his face? He’s almost convinced she doesn’t even remember what they used to have. The time when it felt like they were literally connected— maybe by a string or some invisible force. He still feels it. That’s why every step she takes closer to that door, makes him want to throw himself at her feet and wrap his arms around her legs to keep her here. Where she belongs. “Ya can’t mean that, lil’ satnin… c’mon, ya’ve made yer scene. Ya have my attention, s’ time to quit this bullshit.”

She shakes her head, her golden little earrings jangling lightly, “It ain’t like that this time. M’ done, really.”

Why does she insist on bruising his already shattered heart?

She walks on, and Elvis swears he feels his heart shatter even more, the loose pieces scraping at his flesh. He has half the mind to throw her over his shoulder and lock her in their bedroom if it would just get her to stop this nonsense. They made promises to each other— vows— and it seems as though she’s more than content to break them.

Elvis trails after her, through the kitchen, up the stairs to their bedroom. Their marriage bed. His eyes zero in on it, and his mind flashes with all the times they’d made love in that same bed. The time their lovemaking created a person. He wants to pull her onto it and make love like the first time, but he doesn’t. He just weakly stands in the doorway and watches as she packs all her possessions into a little bag. He hiccups from holding back a sob.

“Nellie… satnin please,” He tries again, even though he knows in the back of his mind it won’t do him any good if she’s got her mind set on leaving.

She doesn’t respond— of course she doesn’t respond. And he doesn’t even know he’s moving until he’s suddenly right behind her and his hand is snaking around her waist like it did when they were just starting out. Her movements still, and she almost looks like she’s going to spin around and hit him. But she doesn’t, she just stands immobile inside his embrace, letting him rest his chin on her shoulder and stare into her eyes through the mirror atop the dresser. “C’mon, baby girl, I love ya… ya know that,” His hand slowly begins to rub circles on her tummy, and he feels that telltale sign that she likes it when she shivers.

“Come back to me… we can fix this. We can find ourselves, ya know that too, darlin’.”

She closes her eyes, and if the situation were any different, he’d be completely confident it’s because she’s basking in having him like this— having his full attention. That’s all she’s ever wanted, his love, and he never gave into her all the way. But he would now. He’d give up his career— his music— just to keep her and show her that he loves her.

He reaches up and wipes the singular tear from her face and gently kisses the side of her neck.

It almost seems like old times— happier times. If the wrenching feeling of pain and heartbreak wasn’t permeating from both of their very bodies. But she lets it happen. For a moment.

For a moment, Cornelia Campbell is Cornelia Presley again. For a moment, she lets her husband hold her and make all her pain fade to the furthest shelf in her mind. For a moment she doesn’t feel so alone and broken. For a moment everything feels right. For a moment…

Until the series of unfortunate events that brought them to this point comes hurtling to the forefront of her mind like a screetching car. And that final piece of her heart that somehow hadn’t fallen finally makes its way to the other pieces that are shattered and broken. She’d given too much of herself to this marriage. Too much of her heart and soul. And she’d gotten nothing in return except for her gorgeous baby daughter. She was tired. Exhausted and torn, all the turmoil of the last seven years weighing too harshly for her to even fathom staying.

So with an effort that takes all her willpower, she peels herself away from him and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. She doesn’t even look up as she whispers almost inaudibly, “I can’t.”

And she leaves Elvis to stare after her as she takes his heart in her hands and leaves, slamming the door behind her.

There’s a momentary sense of calm— serenity even as the house settles and Elvis is left alone in his cold bedroom. And he stands there, his eyes stuck on the doorway, waiting for her to come back through it and tell him it was all just a bad dream. But she never comes, and then he’s left with the terrible realization that his home is really, truly silent for the first time ever. And so as he slowly sinks down to the soft carpet, he doesn’t even try to be quiet in his grief. He screams, and his tears stream out of his eyes onto the floor, making the carpet wet.

He is alone. He is alone and he only has his actions to blame for it. His lil’ satnin left him and took their baby with her along with his soul.

Heyyy, so I’m sorry for making something so depressing on here, but it was an idea and I had to role with it before I lost all motivation to write it. So here you go! Hope you enjoy <3 (Also, most important question from me to you, would you possibly like a part 2?? Cause I’ll most definitely write one, if that’s something any of you lovies want!)

Tags: @queenstarlight @jhoneybees (lmk if ya wanna be added!)

[hakkkuu]

sohee’s the type of pervert virgin that jerks off more than 4-5 times a day, to the point his grades are affected by it. being the youngest son, his mom is always worried for him so she hired a private tutor to help him with his studies. poor virgin sohee cant help but get hard even though all you did is teach him, cus he cant stand being alone with a woman in his room :((

okay this is so hot i love it anon..the thought of sohee jerking off so often makes me dizzy

Sohee’s a wreck, a lanky, ordinary guy with messy black hair and a face that could be cute if he wasn’t always flushed with guilt and desperation. He’s carved out a pathetic little existence in his cramped bedroom, jerking off like it’s his full-time job. Four, five times a day—sometimes more if he’s got the house to himself—he’s got no control, no shame, just a relentless, horny itch that never lets up. He’s a virgin, never even kissed a girl, but his mind’s a sewer of fantasies, and his hand’s his only friend. It’s disgusting how he does it: pants shoved down to his ankles, hunched over his phone or some dog-eared magazine he swiped from his brother’s room, stroking himself with frantic, sloppy pumps. He whimpers when he’s close, biting his lip so hard it bleeds, his free hand clawing at the sheets or gripping the edge of his desk. He doesn’t last—a minute, maybe two—before he’s spilling over his fist, panting like he’s dying, a sad little moan slipping out despite his efforts to stay quiet.

He’s so horny it’s pathetic. In class, he’s useless, cock twitching under the desk as he stares at girls he’ll never talk to, daydreaming about their skirts and what’s underneath until he’s bolting to the bathroom for another quick, shameful session. His grades are tanking, homework crumpled in the trash under a pile of crusty tissues, because all he can think about is getting off again. At night, he’s even worse—grinding against his mattress, humping it like a dog in heat, face buried in his pillow to muffle the high-pitched whines he’d die if anyone heard. He’s an incel mess, drowning in porn-fueled delusions of being some alpha stud, when really he’s just a trembling pervert who can’t go an hour without touching himself.

Then you show up. His mom’s worried—“His grades are slipping, I don’t know what’s wrong with him”—so she hires you, the private tutor, to fix her precious youngest son. You’re sitting across from him now, flipping through his math textbook, your voice calm as you explain quadratic equations. He’s not listening. His eyes dart to your chest, your hands, the way your skirt rides up just a little when you cross your legs. He’s hard—painfully, obviously hard—his loose sweatpants doing nothing to hide the bulge he keeps shifting to conceal. You pretend not to notice, but you can feel the tension rolling off him. He’s never been this close to a real woman before, and it’s frying his brain.

His hands shake as he grips his pencil, one slipping under the desk to adjust himself, and you hear the faint rustle of fabric. It’s almost sad how bad he is at hiding it. His breathing’s uneven, shallow, like he’s seconds from bolting to lock the door and jerk off to the memory of you sitting here. In his head, it’s filthy—he’s bending you over this desk, hearing you moan his name, all the shit he’s seen online but never dared try. Reality’s different: he’s a wreck, barely able to meet your gaze, his dick throbbing so hard it’s torture. “Sohee,” you say, leaning forward just enough to make him squirm. “Focus. You’re falling behind.” He nods, stammering some excuse, but you know he’s not hearing a word. He’s too busy imagining you naked, sprawled on his bed, while he ruts into his hand for the fifth time today.

You tap the textbook, and he jolts, eyes wide like he’s been caught. “Sorry,” he mumbles, voice cracking, and you can tell he’s aching to run, to relieve the pressure building in his pants. His mom thinks he’s just distracted, but you’re starting to see it: Sohee’s a slave to his own cock, and now, with you in the room, he’s harder than he’s ever been, drowning in twisted, virgin fantasies he’ll never have the guts to act on.

[newtonsheffield]

ok what is the cats name and what is the sibling relationship with Newton? scale of 1 - this cat gets optimized and nutritionally balanced home cooked meals (by someone else) every day kinda bougie cat Father is Anthony?

Oh do you mean Templeton? Anthony’s first born child?!

Kate hates how cute Anthony is with Templeton. She hates how attractive it is to watch Anthony tuck this tiny kitten against his chest while he cooks steak for Newton and Salmon for Templeton. She hates how adorable it is that Templeton’s curled up on Anthony’s chest while he types on the typewriter. It’s so frigging adorable. It’s so adorable to see Templeton curled up against Newton while they sleep. It’s so frigging cute. It’s so cute to watch Anthony teach Templeton how to high five. She honestly couldn’t believe it when he FaceTimed her on that Saturday night after she got in from drinks with his sisters and hers back to the tiny cabin they’d rented.

Kate blinked at the image, “Babe why is there a kitten on your lap?”

“Oh, do you mean my son?”

Kate rolled her eyes, “I am referring to your son, yeah. Who I assume is also my son?”

“Templeton, say hello to Mummy.”

Templeton let out a tiny meow and Kate chuckled, “I should have known you were a cat Dad deep down.”

“Oh I would die for him.”

“Well, I look forward to meeting him tomorrow.”

“He is sleeping on your pillow tonight. You might have to give up your pillow.”

“I… think we should negotiate on that?”

“I will try.”

[animehideout]

Haikyuu Boys X Fem! Volleyball Player Reader.

a/n : I've always imagined y/n joining Karasuno's team as a female player.. and the general dynamics between her and teammates <3

Pure fluff 🍰

Characters: Kageyama - Nishinoya - Oikawa - Kuroo.

PLOT: Y/n transferred to karasuno High school as a second year student. She couldn't find a girls volleyball team in Karasuno, so she did everything she could to join the boys volleyball team. Proving her skills and abilities, she's now the only female Wing Spiker in Karasuno's boys volleyball team.

Kageyama Tobio:

Basically you're like fire and ice, constantly bickering.

Would find a difficulty to adjust to you at first concerning his tosses.

Both of you would fight a lot.

You always end up getting scolded by Daichi.

When the two of you are angry with each other he refuses to toss the ball to you and toss it to the others instead.

Tsukki always calls Kageyma king of the court and he calls you queen of the court, in am offensive way of course.

“It's not that high y/n, you're just short”

“Ugh boke y/n boke”

“KAGYEMA I'M YOUR SENPAI”.

It makes you fuel with anger, you would hit him with a ball.

When you finally perfected your harmony on the court, you became a powerful duo, unbeatable literally beating the shit out of your opponents.

Enjoying the art of playing together. Spending a lot of time practicing together he developed a subtle crush on you.

But hell no he won't admit it.

The tsundere in him fiercely guarded his actions towards you.

He couldn't help the small cute gestures towards you, leaking his feelings out.

He enjoys drinking milk so so he would buy you some before or after practice.

Makes sure you're eating well when the coach treats you to lunch/ dinner.

“Eat more rice y/n”.

Everyone else in your team noticed his shift in action towards you, and how he softens when he talks to you.

When one of your opponents hits on you he'd give them his famous death glare.

Scares them away with his strong, terrifying aura.

Watches you with a smirk and heart eyes when you jump in the air and forcefully hit the ball over the net.

Would look at you proudly, whenever you score, he's always secretly admired your volleyball skills.

Would attempt to compliment you “nn-nff-nice”.

Starts a fight with Oikawa if he flirts with you, getting a lot of teasing in return.

Nishinoya Yū:

Aside from being teammates, both of you are classmates as well.

You have the best dynamics in the whole team.

Always sitting next to each other in class.

You end up in detention because you can't shut up in class and always has something to laugh or talk about.

Treats you to ice cream every single day after practice turning you into a sweet tooth.

Bestfriends for life, literally inseparable.

Teaches you the Rolling Thunder move.

Helps you master your receives, if you help him with school work.

Your number one supporter, literally in everything.

Comes over to your house a lot, mainly because he's struggling with homework or exam revision.

You joke around a lot, and laugh really loudly, Daichi gets mad at you all the time.

Hypes you up the most on court when you score.

“THATS MY BESTIE”.

Offers a lot of high fives and big hugs to celebrate your victory.

Very protective over you, especially during tournaments.

Along side with Ryu, they would literally jump on anyone who tries to get your number or flirts with you.

Him and Ryu are your protectors, personal bodyguards.

Has all of your secrets ( knows about the crush you have on Kags).

He's the type to be very obvious when your crush is around.

He's the type to look at person in the eyes right after you said “don't look”.

Oikawa Tooru:

The moment he saw you walking his direction he thought you were one of his obsessed fangirls.

Puts on a flirty expression

“Wanna take a picture with me cutie? wanna take my sign- huh?”.

But you'd walk past him, totally ignoring him.

“come on don't be shy.. are you a fan of the best setter in the world?”

“Yeah right, I'm a fan of Sugawara- senpai and Kageyama”.

Boy's face would drop, you did not just casually mention that Kageyama is the best setter in front of Oikawa Tooru.

In court, he would be left dumbfounded when he saw you in Karasuno's uniform.

Couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you're the only girl in Karasuno's boys team.

“YOU?”

His eyes would be glued on you the whole game and even between sets.

Shows off his strong serves

“This is for you y/n!”

You'd totally crush his ego when you perfectly received his powerful serve.

Would praise you shamelessly “Sugoi”.

Astonished when the ball passed inches away from his head but he couldn't stop it, too stunned by your spike.

“I won't lose next time y/n, put that in mind” .

A tension grows between him and Kageyama over you.

Seeing you a power duo with Kageyama stirred jealousy inside him.

Very flirty at any given opportunity resulting in him getting smacked by Iwaizumi.

“I'll teach you how to serve, even though you're already serving- Ack! what the hell Iwa-chan?!”.

Tries to analyze all the techniques and moves you use while playing.

You impress him every time.

Kuroo Tetsuroo:

He saw you for the first time when Karasuno went to Tokyo for the practice match against Nekoma.

He thought you were a manager so he didn't give it any importance.

He's not the type to go crazy over a girl.

Would say hi to your team, including you.

He would be extremely polite and welcoming.

Chuckles to himself when you and Noya screamed “IS THAT SKYTREE?!” to a normal power transmitter.

He thought it was funny, cute and adorable how you're all excited and happy to be in Tokyo.

The moment he saw you in the court in Karasuno's shirt and shorts, stretching before the match his jaw would drop.

His coach told him that you're a wing spiker and it hooked him up.

“A w-wing spiker?”

His surprise would quickly shift into respect, on how being the only girl in a boys' team didn't stop you or bother you as long as you're achieving your dream.

He became very curious as he watched your tricks and the quicks you did with Kageyama.

“Impressive!!”.

Your agility, accuracy and strategic plays made him take an interest in you.

During breaks, between sets he acknowledges your skills in front of his team.

Warning his teammates and pointing out that you're a formidable opponent and they should watch your moves.

Loves challenges, he would ask you for another practice match just to get to play against you again.

When you have time, he would practice spikes and blocks with you and Bokuto.

“Damn, you're really good at spiking”.

You would become good friends quickly and even exchange phone numbers so you can text each other when you go back to Miyagi.

Would introduce you to Kenma, his bestfriend.

Would surprise you and take you to Skytree and spoils you for the rest of the day.

Since he's the captain he would give you a lot of advice.