#i am both and excited and terrified about how this could possibly go but i want to believe

[kxsagi]

okay okay play fighting with the blue lock boys (obviously losing) then suddenly realizing you're fucked in real life situations

“𝐭��𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬”

a/n: HELL YEAH

blue lock nation am i feeding you

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, ness alexis, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi sae, karasu tabito

isagi yoichi

you try to fake a jab to his stomach and suddenly you're getting flipped over his back. no hesitation. no remorse. one minute you're like, “come on, yoi, show me what you got!” and the next you're kissing the hardwood floor like it owes you money. 

he immediately panics, crouching next to you like, “are you okay?? i didn’t mean to actually–” 

no. no. you're not okay. you just realized this man, who giggles over bubble tea and kisses your forehead like it’s his religion, has the strength and reaction speed of a trained assassin. like, genuinely, you try to tickle him and he blocks it like he’s in the matrix. 

and what’s worse? he gets excited. play-fighting turns into a weird drill session and suddenly he’s coaching you mid-chokehold like, “nah, babe, if someone grabs you like this in real life, you wanna turn your body like–” BRO. STOP. YOU’RE DIZZY. this isn’t a lesson, it’s a near-death experience. 

then at night, he wraps those same strong arms around you all innocently like, “you were so cute today trying to fight me.” yeah. cute. until you accidentally die. 

itoshi rin

you slap his back playfully. maybe throw a pillow at his head. you even smirk like you’ve won something. mistake number one. 

rin doesn’t “play.” there’s no such thing as friendly violence to him. your “haha got you!” moment lasts 0.2 seconds before he hip-checks you into the couch, pins your wrists down, and just stares at you like: “... you done?” 

you’re not. but your pride is. 

you wiggle and whine and he doesn’t even move. not an inch. like you’re some featherweight anime character trying to fight a titan. and the worst part is he smirks. a little. just the corner of his mouth. as if to say: “look at you. helpless. how adorable.” 

you go silent. because that’s the moment you realize: if anything ever happened IRL, you would be so utterly screwed. 

you call him a jerk. he kisses your forehead. 

you call him terrifying. he goes, “good.” 

rin might not say much, but the man knows he’s the final boss. 

kaiser michael

you go to jab his side. you don’t even touch him before he grabs your wrist, spins you into his chest, and drops you onto the couch like royalty. all while grinning like he just committed a charming war crime. 

“trying to fight me, huh? do it again. i dare you.” 

you do it again. now you’re pinned against the wall, both arms above your head, zero effort. and he’s just watching you like he’s so amused. like you’re a kitten trying to take down a lion. 

you realize, in the most dramatic slow-mo possible, that this man could ruin your life and still have time to fix his hair in the mirror. he taunts you while he traps you. he winks while you’re wheezing. and he has the audacity to say, “don’t tempt me unless you’re serious.” 

like. sir. you were literally play-fighting. now it feels like foreplay and a threat all at once. 

anyway, you’re never slapping his ass again in public. because if this is how he reacts to teasing… you’ll end up married, injured, or both. 

shidou ryusei

you swing at him and this man barks like a mad dog and tackles you onto the floor. you’re laughing one second and screaming the next because he’s got you in a full body pin, legs tangled with yours, breath fanning against your neck like he’s about to eat you alive. 

“you really think you can take me, babydoll?” 

you’re squirming. yelling. calling for backup. there is none. shidou’s idea of “play fighting” is 80% violence, 20% unhinged flirting, and 100% domination. 

you try to push him off and he just growls. growls. 

you say “you’re gonna break my ribs,” and he goes, “i’ll kiss ‘em better.” 

you say “help i can’t breathe,” and he goes, “i know, hot right?” 

and in that moment, pinned under a half-naked demon boy with biceps for days and no regard for laws or limits, you realize: if someone breaks into your house, he’s not calling the cops. he’s eating them. 

conclusion: shidou’s not allowed to play-fight anymore. or exist near sharp objects. 

ness alexis

he’s graceful. giggly. dramatic. when you throw a pillow, he spins. when you lunge, he twirls. for the first five minutes, you’re like, “aw, this is cute! i can totally win!” 

wrong. 

because the moment you say, “you’re not even trying,” he switches to demon mode. 

and suddenly he grabs you mid-tackle, does this unnecessarily sexy dip like you’re ballroom dancing, and lowers you to the ground slowly, holding your chin. 

“who’s not trying, chérie?” 

you are. you are trying so hard not to combust. 

you try to slap him out of embarrassment, but he catches your hand with two fingers. two. and then leans down, whispering, “you’re fun to tease when you think you have a chance.” 

you lie there in emotional shambles, plotting your next move (which you know will fail). 

nagi seishiro

you go in with a sneak attack. he’s sitting on the couch, arms tucked under a blanket like a lazy lil cat. you smack his thigh. no reaction. then suddenly, your whole body’s horizontal. 

you blink. you’re on the couch. on your back. he’s lying on top of you, sighing like you’re the one that made life hard. 

“mm. don’t start things you can’t finish.” 

you want to scream. cry. maybe kiss him. 

he’s not even trying. you were play-fighting and he just used your own momentum against you like some shonen sensei. 

and when you whine about being manhandled, he doesn’t even apologize. he just curls up next to you and goes, “you’re warm. fight me again later” as if you’re not currently traumatized. 

mikage reo

it all starts because you’re bored. reo’s lounging on the couch in some soft designer hoodie, legs stretched out like he owns the place (which… he probably does), scrolling on his phone like a pampered cat. so you do what any sane person would do: you launch a sneak attack and smack his thigh. hard. 

he pauses. slowly looks up. “... you just hit me.” you nod, smug. “with my bare hand.” 

the next five seconds are a cinematic blur because suddenly he’s standing, phone forgotten, and you’re running for your life down the hallway screaming “I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING!!” 

too late. he catches you so fast it’s like he used a cheat code. you’re tackled onto the bed, wrists pinned, and he’s hovering above you with that perfectly smug smile like he just won the lottery and your suffering was the prize. 

“aw. were you trying to win?” he’s so mocking about it. and pretty. and rich. it’s infuriating. you thrash like a banshee. reo just leans down and hums, “hmm, not strong enough. but very cute.” 

you yell. he laughs. you call him a spoiled brat. he kisses your cheek. you scream “I’M GONNA BITE YOU.” he whispers “then do it properly next time.” 

you go silent. because wait. is he flirting or threatening?? or both??? 

and the worst part? you realize, as you’re pinned under 6’1 of casually jacked billionaire heir energy, that this man could actually survive an apocalypse. he’s not just a fashion-forward golden retriever with a trust fund, he has training. rich kid probably took krav maga lessons for fun. he could break your wrist and then buy you a diamond bracelet for it. 

later, he gets all cuddly again, arms wrapped around you, giggling like, “you’ll never win, y’know. i’m stronger, richer, prettier. you’re just lucky i love you.” 

… and honestly? you are. but also? you will try again next week. and probably lose. again. 

10/10 final boss energy disguised in pastel cashmere. 

itoshi sae

you poke his cheek. smug. maybe even say, “you don’t scare me.” 

he looks up slowly, blank-faced, like a cat about to destroy your entire kitchen just because you looked at it wrong. 

you blink. the next three seconds are a blur. he grabs your wrist, flips you over his shoulder with zero effort, and suddenly you’re face-down on the couch, arms pinned behind your back. he doesn’t even raise his voice. he just whispers, “what was that? didn’t hear you.” 

and you’re just lying there like, did i die??? 

he smirks. the most smug, godforsaken smirk to ever grace a face. and then he lets go like nothing happened and walks away, already on his phone again. the audacity. 

you follow him around all day after that with the most suspicious side-eyes, because how did he instantly go from calm to deadly without blinking? 

and then, just to ruin you further, he leans in at night, all low voice and bedroom eyes, and says, “you looked kinda good when you lost, though.” 

sir. SIR. you need to be stopped. you should not be allowed to combine violence and flirtation like that. 

karasu tabito

he invites you to fight. literally pats the floor and goes, “come on, baby bird, give me your best shot.” 

you throw a punch. he dodges like he’s in slow motion. smirking the entire time. 

“ooh scary. so aggressive. should i be trembling?” 

you yell. flail. kick. maybe scream a little. he lets you. lets you think you’re doing damage for a full minute, then body slams you into a bear hug and drags you down with him. you’re under him now, and he’s just grinning like this is his favorite movie. 

“you mad?” yes. “you wanna hit me again?” also yes. “do it. i’ll just pin you down again.” HE’S SO SMUG ABOUT IT. 

and the worst part? his trash talk is hot. somehow he manages to combine cocky wrestler energy with that teasing, “i’m totally gonna kiss you while you’re mad” vibe. 

you hate him. you love him. and you are never throwing hands with this man again unless you’re trying to get absolutely wrecked (physically or emotionally or… you know). 

and of course, later he stretches like nothing happened and casually goes, “ngl, seeing you all angry made me wanna marry you.” 

karasu tabito. certified menace. do not engage unless you are prepared to lose. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[m1ssunderstanding]

The John Lennon Owner's Manual By Paul McCartney

1. Make him food. I mean actually cook for him. Don't just take him out. He needs to feel loved and settled. John had a bit of a difficult childhood. He won't say it, but he craves security, and a good home-cooked meal can give that to him if only momentarily. Steak and potatoes is his favorite for dinner. Black pudding for breakfast. He also recently got a taste for a good American picnic lunch. Just real, hearty food. Hopefully you know what I mean.

2. On the other hand, you can't fall for his ‘i just want to stay home on the couch all the time’ routine. That's bullshit. He'll kick and scream on the way out, but the minute he's out of the house, he's like a dog at the park, or a bird headed South. Take him to the water. Boating, swimming, just staring at crashing waves or ships in the harbor. Take him to those rotating art galleries with different exhibits each month. Clubs, but it's got to be the good kind. You won't know what I'm talking about. Ask Brian or Mal. When you're dancing, ignore John's tough guy act. Twirl him, dip him, show him off. While we're treating John like a woman, John loves shopping more than any bleeding bird (girl) you ever went with. Clothes, books, sweets, gadgets. Take him. And you can't worry about all the money he's spending. Just be very excited about whatever it is he's spending it on.

3. Speaking of money. I assume you've taken over all my assets with my identity. I actually am terrified of John spending everything he owns and ending up completely broke, and it's not because I'm crazy. It's a legitimate possibility. So what you have to do, if you actually care about John, is be very very VERY careful with my money so he's always got a safety net.

4. Listen to him. This one is important. Every joke is a fucking tear-jerking rib cracker. Every snide comment is a scripture you're going to memorize and carve into the mountainside. He is an actual genius. I'm not being funny. I'm not being in love. Or obsessive as you'd call it. John’s brain operates on a level that's beyond even me. Quicker, deeper. All of it. So to you, he's basically a god. Anyway, my point is, treat him like a gift to the world, because he is one. Back up his plans. Draw attention to his wildness. Explain away the behaviors that to smaller minds might seem cruel or immature etc. File away little details of things he tells you for future use. I would usually answer them in a song, which you can't do. But you could call back to them with a public private joke. Or if it's some insecurity he's confessed, bring up how insane that thought is when he's had some minor success. Mention some random fact he taught you when you're bragging about him to strangers. Buy him that thing he once pointed out in passing at the shops.

5. Keep him working. I think all people experience this one, really, so this is probably self-explanatory, but just in case. If a person is feeling sorry for themselves, they might lose the motivation they need for the projects that make them happy. So they might stop working on those projects, which means they lose both the joy they get from the actual work, and the satisfaction and pride they get from a job well done. Think about how this cycle works in you, multiply it by fifty, and you've got John on a good day. He needs to be pushed. But he can't think you're telling him what to do, and he can't think you don't believe he can do it alone. You've got to be a bit sneaky with it.

6. Touch him. You were right. This is where – well part of where – I know I let him down. He loves to be touched. Anywhere. All the time. Even stupid shit like an ankle kick under the table or a shoulder nudge in the hallway will get you the most rewarding beaming beautiful smile. I guess you must know all about John and sex, so I won't go into detail here, but again. Just in case. You probably know his m.o. with sex is tender, romantic, passionate. Kissing your neck and running soft fingers up your leg before he takes you in hand. Arching his back and throwing his head back with reckless grace when you grind into him. Staring into your eyes and holding you in him deep as you come. Cuddles and heart-to-hearts after. But he also loves it when you mix it up a bit, you know? He's open to quite literally anything and he needs variety here as in every area of his life. But really. The point is, he needs to be touched. Probably goes back to the difficult upbringing thing, I don't know. He’s a bloody good hugger. He needs more of that. I should've done more of that with him. A lot more.

7. You will never be able to make him truly happy. Not the way that I can. So until you give him up, you're lying to yourself about loving him and doing what's best and all of that. I'm not helping you because I'm scared for me but because I'm scared for John. Try not to fuck this up for him.

8. Which reminds me. If you're ever out walking with John, especially in London. Say you're walking to the studio or something. Make sure John's on the side of the sidewalk close to all the houses and shops etc. You stay on the side of the road. The streets get busy. He doesn't see well. It's your job now to keep him safe. Take it seriously.

[ammy246]

Only 5 chapters left??? I knew this day would arrive, but I wasn't ready. I have been in the fandom since Season 1 started airing. It's been a big part of my life for so long. I really want it to end well, so I can feel confident when recommending My Hero Academia to others in the future, and feel happy whenever I think of it instead of remorse for what could've been. I believe in Horikoshi. He was able to create wonderful characters and a great story. I hope he has a good ending planned, and does not throw it all away like many other mangakas have. Regardless of whether Bakudeku or any other ships become canon, if we get that much, I will be happy. It's been a ride with many ups and downs, but it was an experience I will never forget. I look forward to enjoying the final chapters with you all, and I hope we will all be happy together in the end and continue participating in the fandom years to come.

[limerlove]

pairing. footballplayer!vi x songwriter!reader

#chap summary. ryder huntington is the love of your life until she breaks up with you. for the past two years, she’s been your calm in the storm. the tide pulling you to the serenity of the shore. it’s always been her. yet, four months in, you receive five fatal messages putting an end to your blossoming relationship. you need time, according to her. more time to settle in your queerness. when you unleash your wrath in the dead of night, it’s not her on the other end of the line. it’s her best friend, her roommate, the lesbian everyone wants to fuck, violet vanderson.

content warnings. internalized homophobia, reader is inexperienced with women, college!au, this one is pretty warning free. a little glimpse into their dynamic.

#dykenote ◟ ྀི she’s here! i’m nervous as fuck to post this. never have i loved a project as much as i love this one. very, very excited to continue to share this one. lmk if y’all like it. happy readings angels.

series masterlist.

messages. five notifications from ryder.  1:51 am: i love you babe but i have something to confess. i’ve been thinking a lot about us and how we want different things. part of me can’t help but feel like you’re settling. ⤿ 1:59 am: mel told me the other night how terrified you were when we first kissed. the first time you asked me out. before, i thought it was cute. i know how much you love me. fuck, i really do feel it every time we’re together. but i don’t want you to regret it. you need to go have fun, be single. you’ve only discovered what you like and i want you to be sure it’s me you see a future with.  ⤿ 2:15 am: i want to be the person you see your life with but this is truly for the best. we’ll get back together once you’ve figured out exactly what you need. just for a little bit. we need this break. you deserve the queer experience, everything your heart desires. you’re still a baby gay. you need to figure yourself out. ⤿ 2:20 am: the both of us will be so much stronger because of it. i want you to have those experiences and i need to know you love me for me. not just because i’m the first. ⤿ 3:47 am: call me in the morning and we can talk. i only want the best for you. please know that.

Piltover University. Spring Semester. Year three.

5:27 am.

Each new message loads a new bullet in the chamber. Effectively shooting you in the heart as the safety is triggered. You couldn’t help yourself. The phone call made at five in the morning against your better judgement. How could she do this to you? Play your heart like it’s a toy. Some twisted game to be won with you as collateral damage. 

“Ryd, you really don’t have the decency to do this in person? Telling me I need to have more experiences because I’m not gay enough? Because I’ve only now realized I like women. You know what? Fuck you. You are everything to me and you give me some shitty fucking texts to end things—”

The blood is pumping through your veins so viciously. Not for a moment do you relinquish an ounce of your terror.

“You are a goddamn coward. If you want to run, at least give me the goddamn respect I deserve and tell me to my face. Feeding me nonsense on how straight I’ve lived my live. I’m goddamn gay. Why would I possibly regret any of this? Regret you? Don’t make me as an excuse. If you want leave? Be gone then. Really Ryd, tell me who the fuck she is? There has to be someone else for you to act like a goddamn idiot.” 

Inadequate silence punctures the space between your ribs as you wait for her to speak with whatever dignity she has left. Ready for her to split you open, bared seeds for her flesh to sink into, tailor-made for her to obtain.

Possessively cruel, Ryder Huntington, the goalie who captured everyone’s hearts. Instead of feeling free, your heart is captured in a cage. With her name written all over it. Beady eyes watching as you try to pick the lock. A sunflower basking in the sun shifting to her insecurities illuminated by the moon.

Is she right? Are you biting off more than you can chew?

The same woman you couldn’t help but fall for when she kissed you on New Years Eve underneath the first snowfall of winter. The most romantic moment in memory. All the pining, the tension, the coffee dates you imagined to be nothing more than friendly occurrences with an underlying hope.

This was it. 

You’re supposed to get the girl. Ryder is yours and somehow, you still managed to lose her.

“Fuck, Ryd really made a mess of you, huh?” But it isn’t her. No— shit — it’s not— 

Oh, fuck me. V. 

“Where is she?” You’re seething, molars dig into your gums, the muscle in your jaw twitching in desperation. “Put her on the phone.” 

“No can do, princess. She left this morning for her workout.” There’s a crunch on the other line. Her perfectly aligned teeth craving edges in the green apples she loves so much. “Surprised you want to get a hold of her. Doesn’t seem like the two of you are in good spirits.” 

You didn’t really know how to feel about her. Mouth sharp as knives, her big-blue eyes subconsciously begging, the inked-art on her back you’ve only seen glimpses of. The one on her neck you think about tracing with your tongue in your dreams.

She’s beautiful, that’s obvious, anyone on campus could tell you that. More striking than her vibrant hair, or the way a few lone pieces jaggedly cut to create her messy, half-brazen mullet. The piercings on her face, the hoop looping through her hose, the two silver gems accentuating her eyebrow.

And the most noticeable, the one that catches your eyes, a black ball pierced through the skilled-muscle in her mouth. Contrasting against her pink tongue as she plays with it in concentration. Making you curse the gods above for making her so goddamn enchanting.

Above everything else, she’s an athlete, top of her game on and off the field. Without even blinking, V can have whoever she likes. Man or woman but she sticks to the latter. Universally adored, and to make matters worse, you see her constantly.

The roommate of your girlfriend, the captain of the football team — you can’t escape her — and it’s puzzling why she’s the one who seems to evade your attention. When you’re alone, V turns on the heat. Flirting in passing so she can make you squirm but not going too far where it could mean anything.

A simple shrug off when you try to address it. The woman on the other end is simply a puzzle you can’t walk away from. Her presence in your life is more prominent than it’s ever been.

In the third year of university, Ryder and her share an apartment across campus. The rent is stupidly expensive and with them both being here on scholarships, neither one of them could afford it alone. A means of financial convenience. Ryder and V have been thick as thieves from second year and they never fight. Almost to a point it’s annoying. 

Somehow without trying, she ends up in the middle of your relationship. Petty fights Ryder sometimes draws and then her input is somehow needed. Vanderson has the heart to dismiss herself and that only pisses Ryd off even more. All her anger amounts to a slammed front door; never failing to make you flinch. 

Today is just another example of how she unknowingly putting herself in the crossfire. 

What's even more embarrassing is this isn’t the most compromising phone call you’ve been in with Vi on the other end. You imagined what she was like as a child — rebellious, troublesome, and with a heart too big for her own good. Even though she does her best to disguise it under her senseless flirting.

Until hallucinations of her love materializes and you can’t endure the idea of her her heart fluttering in tandem with your own.

It’s all a facade. And you see right through her. You have to.

“I knew you would cover for her.” You puff out — you can’t leave and pound on their door and you certainly have way too much pride to even let Ryder think she has that much power over you.

It seems she thinks there’s already too much of a power dynamic hovering over you two. Some weighted blanket threatening to suffocate you both, the dead of night cursing your name on her tongue.

“M’not, princess. She won’t be back for a couple of hours.” 

“You are insufferable, Vanderson.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, taking a breath as you try to muster up an ounce of patience. 

“Don’t talk dirty to me. You know what that does to me, princess.” 

Effortlessly, heat crawls from your chest and flutters on your cheeks and her smirk reaches into your candlelight room. “I do no—” 

“But you could find out.” The grin she’s no doubt sporting can be seen through the phone. You’re imagining the high raised eyebrow with the scar you wonder how she got, her picking at the hoop pierced through her nose, or how her calloused fingertips smooth over the gem on her eyebrow piercing when she’s slightly nervous. 

You blink yourself out of the pink-haired, lesbian induced daydream. 

“I love how quick you are to pick at the dead carcass of my relationship. Really V, it’s so flattering on you.” You’re about to hang up but she says something you’re not expecting. 

“Wait— I have an idea.” She takes a beat as you wait for her to finish. Stutters of heavy breath come through the speaker, a single moment is given to appreciate the hitch of her apprehension before she says your name.  

“Vanderson.” You repeat back to her. She laughs and for a moment you think it’s an alternate reality where this can happen.

“Look, I could withhold some information. Not tell her you called. But some advice? If you want her back, you have to play it cool. Act like you don’t give a fuck even when you do. Fuck another girl, go on a date at least, show her you’re not disposable.” 

“That’s exactly what she wants! I want her, V.” 

“Trust me. I know how Ryd works. If she sees you with someone else, she’s not going to be able to stomach it. Even if she hears about it, fuck, that shit would make me sick.” You want to ask why but you press your lips together in a fine line. “Ryd might think she wants this. She’ll crack as soon as she hears about you with someone else.” 

She’s kind enough to let you sit in your thoughts for a moment. Digest the information she gives but the more you think about it, the more terrifying it seems — talking to other women who aren’t Ryder. 

“You could be my someone else.” You say the words before thinking. Panicking in an instant, you end the call immediately too scorned to face her self-assured reaction. It would make you sick. 

Two seconds later there’s a buzz in your pocket. You have a feeling she must have ditched Ryder’s phone for her own. 

new message.  v: you’re going to need more practice if that’s how you react when you flirt with another girl.  ⤿ i wasn’t flirting. 

You want to scold the rise of heat in your cheeks. It’s out of bounds. Unexpectedly embarrassing. Riveting to your very core.

v: sure princess. it’s okay if you were. being a single woman and all. you’re allowed. maybe you should. just not with me. it could be good for you. to put yourself out there, it wouldn’t hurt. you could even get fucked by someone. live a little.  ⤿ but not by you? 

She takes longer to reply. You’ve struck a nerve you weren’t even aware existed. Even if you had stayed on the phone a moment longer, you wonder how she would have reacted. For the sake of dignity, you can’t help but conjure endless capabilities, wrapping around you in a kaleidoscope full of red-violets. 

v: not with me. she’s my roommate and teammate in case you’ve forgotten. someone though.  v: i’m sure you’ll find it easy. a horny woman won’t be that hard to find especially when you’re this beautiful. go to the lacrosse party after game. abby’s mansion on the hill. you’ll have a whole roster to choose from. win or lose, half of the team will need someone to fuck.  ⤿ good idea, v. thanks. 

She hearts the message. It should have been the end. Vi had given you solid advice to get your girl. The love of your life — it’s all you craved — but you feel a tug at your chest. Reading over the compliment like it’s sacred scripture. Until each letter is engraved in the depths of your mind. Creating a labyrinth you want to give her the guide for. 

The ground beneath you rings and rings and rings. It’s disastrous. You can’t escape her voice in the fortress of her smile. Taunting you with every last breath. 

Especially when you’re this beautiful. 

You take it as fact but the compliment seems more suited to the Vandersons of the world. Fluttering eyelashes making a joker out of a queen. Stealing hearts one ache at a time — ready to give the fatale finality of a deep cut.

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Clones as expectant fathers

I am an actual nero-cancer researcher. I have a job and a degree. And my ADHD brain saw sad military men and went “I want that one”

Clones: Rex, Wolffe, Fox, Cody and Fives

CW: pregnancy, the clones all have a ‘secret’ SO, They are expecting a baby, A little angsty with Fox, there's slight mentions of smut with Fives (if you squint), swearing, this is just supposed to be a good time, its not reader insert

Minors do not interact!

Rex

Terrified. Also overjoyed. But mostly terrified. 

He’s a soldier. Captain of the 501st, the most….adventurous of the GAR. His chances of dying on the battlefield and leaving his SO behind are higher than the average clone

And now he may leave behind his child? His kid may grow up without a father

He gets nervous. Anxious and antsy, and it's very VERY easy for Anakin to figure out Rex isn’t entire OK

Rex doesn’t even need to tell Anakin.

Skywalker takes one look at him and just KNOWS.

“Congrats, Rex.” “...on what, sir?” “If it's a boy, name him after me.” “WHAT!?”

Ahsoka needs to be told and she’s more excited than Rex when she finds out. 

“Come on Rex! Name them after me! The republic needs an Ahsoka jr!” “And if the baby is a boy?” “Don’t name them after skyguy, please!”

Most of the 501st don't know. Too many people knowing raises the chance of less accepting individuals knowing. And if that happens, Rex, his SO and his baby may be in danger.

It’s forbidden for the clones to have SO’s, not to mention babies. It could end with Rex being decommissioned or reconditioned if it was found out he had both

Rex will visit and help as much as he can every chance he gets. He feels terrible for leaving his SO for long stretches of time during the pregnancy. 

He WANTS to be there…he just can’t. Not while the war was going on

Despite his terror, Rex is…overjoyed

He didn’t think children were possible for him. He knew it could happen, but he didn’t think HE would ever know this happiness

The first time he feels his baby move in his SO, he’d get this sweetest smile on his face. He’ll kiss the baby bump and just murmur words of love in mando’a

He falls head-over-heels in love all over again

As the due date approaches, Anakin asks an important question

“Captain, I need to know when your baby might be born.” “...why, sir?” “Because I need to know when to take extended leave.”

Anakin tells Padme, and she is beyond sweet. Even visits Rex’s SO and the two have a wonderful friendship

All in all, Rex is both excited and anxious. But having so much support from Anakin, Ahsoka and Padme (and his other brothers who find out much later) helps him a lot

Wolffe

More relaxed. And by relaxed I mean he hides his anxiety better. And it doesn’t exactly hit him as hard

Partly because Plo Koon and the entire Wolfpack knows about his relationship already. 

So you bet your ass the pack celebrates when Wolffe tells them he's going to be a father

Plo Koon especially is excited

“How wonderful, new life being born during times of war” “I’m not naming my child after you, general Plo.” “Nonsense! The child will be a girl.”

During battle, Wolffe finds himself being protected by his brothers and General a tad more

At first he writes it off as a coincidence, but then Boost lets slip during a battle “You gotta get back to your little one!”

He gives his men a bit of a lecture. He’s not incapable of fighting or defending himself. He thinks the message gets across but Plo chimes in with, “Ah yes, the stern words of a father already!”

Wolffe would probably see his SO more frequently than Rex. Just because Plo would more than likely spend more time on Coruscant.

He’s definitely protective. As in, waking up in the middle of the night to check all the windows, protective. Keeping an arm around his SO, protective. Every symptom or sign of discomfort he calls a medical droid, protective.

He’s not stupid, he is well aware that by having an SO and a child on the way he's in violation of several rules. All of which, when broken, would have him decommissioned

But dammit, he's not letting that happen. Wolffe will be there for his SO and his baby, no matter what

Since he’s able to spend more time with his SO, he’s there to feel the first movements of his baby.

It sort of causes him to short-circuit for a second. It hits him that yes, this is a life that he and his SO both created. Out of love.

Wolffe makes a swear that he’s going to protect his baby at all costs

Grandpa Plo does as well, but the Wolfpack doesn’t know that

Fox (kinda angst)

First of all congratulations to the SO for actually managing to be Fox’s SO

They got to be something special for the head of Palpatine’s personal guard to break rules and regulations and find himself an SO

Speaking of Palpatine, congratulations to Fox! Your SO is now in even more danger!

No, seriously. Palpatine knows before Fox. No one knows how, but he knows.

And he absolutely will use Fox’s SO as leverage to keep him under control

And Fox knows this, so he behaves. More so than usual.

He’s not blind. Hes fiercely loyal to the republic, but one step out of line and the (very few) things he cares about will be killed

Which…is why Fox may come across as cold or uninterested when his SO informs him of their pregnancy

A part of him is terrified, he just won’t show it

He’s not going to be more affectionate or anything. He actually acts pretty normal. Which is standoffish.

Despite his…demeanor, he actually manages to be present for the entirety of the pregnancy. It helps being a Coruscant guard, which means he’s more present than all the other clones.

He’s not moving mountains or anything, but he’ll get snacks in the middle of the night in case of cravings

No one else knows about Fox and his SO. not even his own men. He refuses to tell anyone. 

Its for his SO’s protection

But Palpatine, the sick fuck, slips some words to get Fox’s nerves into overdrive

“This war is taking such a toll. So many dead children…so many grief stricken parents” “Sir?” “Oh nothing. Just stating the fact that the loss of an innocent life, such as…a baby, is always a tragedy. Wouldn’t you agree, commander?”

He found himself walking home a bit faster that day and hugs his SO a little tighter that night

Fox cares, in his own way. He’s just beyond stressed and anxious. But you wouldn’t know. He hides it behind a mask. 

It's actually Padme that finds out. And she feels somewhat bad for Fox. She thinks his anxiety comes from the fact that clones aren't allowed SO’s or children

Which, it is, but theres the added threat of fucking Palpatine.

She ends up getting him to tell her the truth and she swears to secrecy. Even offers to hire his SO as some sort of assistant, if only so Fox can be closer to his SO

Hear me out, he actually breaks down when he feels the baby move. He can’t fully handle it anymore and shuts down. 

This is a baby. His baby. They're alive and already so loved.

Something in him clicks and he accepts Padme’s help. 

His terror gets easier, ever so slightly. But he keeps his collected and calm front.

Cody

“General Kenobi-” “Ah! Commander Cody! Congratulations!”

goddamnit.exe

Cody is a tad more relaxed than Rex, but more tense than Wolffe

He knows Kenobi isn’t going to punish him or force him back to Kamino for decommissioning, he’s still a little on guard.

But, since Kenobi knows, Anakin does. So does Ahsoka. Which means Rex knows.

goddamnit2.exe

More people in the 501st know than in the 212th which gives him the biggest headache

Waxer knows though. Cody had to tell someone that wasn’t a sarcastic general

He does a good job hiding his worry though

Cody is able to spend about the same amount of time as Rex with his SO

He doesn’t feel as bad as Rex when it comes to the lack of presence he has during the pregnancy

It's war. It sucks and he’d prefer to be there for his SO, but he’d also prefer SO and child have freedom from the separatists

I will say, he is pretty attentive when he isn’t off in space.

Foot rubs, shoulders massages, helping with cravings

One thing Cody does is that he’ll wrap his arms under his SO’s baby bump and lift it slightly, giving his SO’s back some relief

He really loves to do this because his SO just melts

Hear me out, Cody gets giggly when he feels the baby move/kick the first time

His palm is on the bump and he feels that first little flutter against his hand

404 Commander Cody has his amygdala broken from joy. Reboot?

He’ll actually tell Kenobi about it because he’s so happy.

“That's wonderful Cody, but I still question one thing.” “What is it, sir?” “How you managed to get laid to begin with.”

Goddamnit3.exe

Fives

“Hey everyone! I’m gonna be a dad!”

Ecstatic is not a strong enough word

Also not subtle at all

There is a solid 3 hours until everyone in the 501st knows

He’s told Echo before the first hour. Rex knew within 2 hours.

Fives is BEYOND over the moon

He gets this small smile on his face that just doesn’t go away

Whenever he’s not with his SO, he definitely calls them every day. He wants updates on the little one

Also, seeing his SO with a baby bump? Unlocks something inside his brain.

Fives is incredibly horny when he’s with his SO. He’ll be rubbing their middle and getting a puppy dog look in his eye.

Only if his SO is in the mood of course! He’d never try and be forceful

He’s probably the clone that takes the distance the hardest. He debates taking a ship and making a run for Coruscant on more than one occasion.

In the end he settles to ask Anakin for extended leave.

Anakin is also extremely happy for Fives. Like with Rex, he makes a “name the baby after me” joke

Fives brings that up to his SO and nearly gets smacked. He also makes a “Fives jr.” joke and actually does get smacked.

When Fives feels the baby kick, he gets high on happiness. Actual mumbling incoherent words of love and affection in Mando’a

Lots and lots of “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

He also gets very VERY affectionate with his SO

Kisses his SO’s face a lot. Even as a greeting, he’ll just start peppering their cheeks with pecks

Also probably the only one ballsy enough to ASK his general for extended leave

“Excuse me, general Skywalker? I’ll need to take leave at this date.” “Oh, yea sure. You know what? That seems like a good time for all the men to take a break. Thanks, Fives.”

He’s also probably the only one ballsy enough to actually take his new born baby onto a fucking battleship to introduce everyone.

“This is your uncle Rex. This is your uncle Echo and your uncle Tup. That's your auntie Ahsoka!” “Fives what the FUCK are you doing?!” “Introducing the family, captain.”

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We Can Do This Together

Poly!Feysand x Reader

We Can Do This (part 1) | We Can Fix This (part 2)

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Story Summary: As you near the end of your pregnancy, your doctor puts you on strict bed rest. Your doting partners make sure that you still get everything you want: your wedding, baby shower, and honeymoon.

Warnings: lots of pregnancy talk, labor (nothing graphic), light smut

Words: ~9.6k

Author's Note: AHHHHH I'm so excited to post this one!!! It is 100% fueled by how baby crazy I would be for Feysand, and also by just how damn CUTE it is (plus some unexpected spiciness, I did not plan on that lol). So enjoy it! I hope you all like this one.c I know I love it 🫶 p.s. this was supposed to be like... 3k long. This got uhhhhh a lil out of hand hehe 🤭 @icey--stars here's the extra part 💖

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Cold gel was smoothed over your massive bump as the doctor worked, one of your hands clutching at Feyre's as she did.

"Sorry, I know it's cold," Madja said as she got a better image, smiling softly down at you.

"It's okay..." you replied, craning your head to try and see the image. "Are they okay?"

Madja squinted at the screen for a moment, before raising a hand to the screen. "All three of the babies seem to be doing just fine, their heartbeats are strong and they're all doing well weight-wise. The main thing I'm concerned about-"

"Don't tell us the cord is wrapped around one of them or one of them doesn't have lungs or-" Rhys panicked, his eyes frantic as he looked at her. She fought back a smile, while you and Feyre both rolled your eyes.

"Neither of those are reality, Rhysand, I am simply worried about Y/N," Madja said with a pointed stare at you, her eyes serious. "Carrying three babies is no easy feat, especially with you still working and being 28 weeks along with triplets. And given that you came in after a fainting spell... I am recommending complete bed rest, and if you must leave the house, you need to be in a wheelchair whenever possible. And I'm going to prescribe some extra vitamins, just so we can keep the little girls inside as long as possible. Understood?" Madja asked you, and as much as you wanted to yell 'no' at the idea of bed rest... You wanted your babies healthier more.

"Okay..." you said poutily.

"We'll make sure she follows your orders, Madja," Feyre said, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

"Good! I'd also recommend massage to help with your circulation, the added benefit is that it will help with some of the aches and pains I'm sure you're feeling. Now, I'll go write those prescriptions, you three sit tight for another moment." Madja left the room, leaving you alone with your two fiancés.

You may not be able to get married in the traditional sense, but Feyre and Rhys had insisted upon a ceremony, as they wanted you to feel just as important in the relationship. You, of course, had agreed immediately, wanting nothing more than to be bound to the two in whatever way you could be. That, and the promise of a week long honeymoon of just the three of you would have been more than enough to convince you.

That had been before you discovered you were carrying triplets, though. You had to be the most fertile woman on the planet, to not only get pregnant after having sex with a condom, but for that to result in triplets. That exciting and terrifying appointment had been just a few weeks after you'd had that horrid haircut...

And now you certainly weren't getting your honeymoon, as it had been planned for three weeks from now, your wedding ceremony the day before you were to leave. With you on bed rest, their might not even be a ceremony at all...

Tears came to your eyes unbidden at the thought, and you tried to blink them away before either Feyre or Rhys saw them. But you were unsuccessful, only causing them to fall faster as disappointment swept over you.

"Oh, little love, what is it?" Rhys asked, one of his hands coming to cup your face and swipe away the tears with his thumb.

His gentle touch only spurred on more tears, a sob ripping through your chest. You covered your face with your hands, rubbing your palms into your eyes to try and stop the tears.

"Y/N, you need to tell us what's wrong so we can fix it, darling," Feyre said softly, her hand moving from your hand up to wrap around you, taking you into her arms as much as she could while you were on the exam table.

"I just- our- our wedding!" You cried, sobbing harder. "Our perfect honeymoon, and the ceremony and the baby shower!"

"Oh, love, we'll still have all of those," Rhys reassured you as he pried your hands off of your face. "The ceremony will be easy enough to do, you'll just need to sit as much as you can. We can do the baby shower at home, or even on the day of our wedding, and the honeymoon we can move to somewhere close by, a cottage by a lake, just the three of us, hmm?" Rhys asked as he cradled your face, keeping your eyes on him.

"See, little love? We can still have all of those things, you'll just be resting as much as possible. Okay?"

You stuck your lip out in a pout, which Rhys immediately caught between his thumb and forefinger.

"What do you say, baby? Will you let us take care of you?"

When he talked to you like that... Even with the hormones raging through you, you couldn't say no.

So you nodded your head.

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"I'm going crazy!" You complained from the couch as Feyre and Rhys bustled around the kitchen, delicious scents wafting over to where you had been banished to.

"You're not going crazy, Y/N, you're just bored!" Feyre called out. "Watch something or play a game, love!"

"But I'm tired of playing games and watching things," you whined, throwing the blanket off of your lap. Your bump made it harder and harder to get up without help, but you managed to push yourself off of the couch.

Over the past three weeks, you had moved into Rhys and Feyre's penthouse for good, your own personal effects now strewn across every room, and your clothes in their closet.

Getting to sleep with them every night had been heavenly, or as heavenly as sleeping at almost eight months pregnant with triplets could be. Their arms around you and soft touches helped lull you to sleep without fail, and waking up next to them and not leaving? Perfection.

The only problem? You'd been put on maternity leave at work! When you could very easily work from home on your laptop, but no. No. Your work had decided that you continuing to work with such a high risk pregnancy was a no-go, so now you were stuck in the loveliest apartment you had never been in, completely and totally bored.

You padded over to the kitchen, fluffy pink bunny slippers on your feet, this pair one that Feyre had gotten after you moved in. Your old slippers no longer fit your widened feet and ankles, and when you had cried over the fact, Feyre had run out and purchased three different pairs of slippers for you, all varying shades of adorable bunnies.

"What are you doing in here?" Rhys scolded, wrapping his arms around you when he turned around. "You're not supposed to be walking around, little love."

Feyre had turned around too, and both of their very mildly disappointed stares on you made you wish you hadn't gotten up. But still...

"I'm bored, I'm so tired of sitting on the couch or laying in bed," you whined into his chest, hands clutching at his shirt.

"There's only one more night that you're going to be this bored, darling, and that's tonight," Feyre said as she took the spot behind you, winding her arms around your middle and stroking your gigantic stomach.

"Because what's tomorrow?" She asked in your ear, sending a small shiver down your spine.

"Our wedding and baby shower," you answered, a big grin on your face as you thought about it.

"That's right, sweet girl," Feyre said, placing a kiss along your neck with every word. "Tomorrow we're getting married, and getting lots of cute gifts while we spend time with our friends, and then the day after?"

"The day after we're going to a lake cabin," you giggled, absolutely giddy at the idea. It wasn't the oceanside resort you had planned to go to, but it was nearly the same, just much closer. After all, the main thing you were excited for was spending every second of every day with your Feyre and your Rhys, celebrating the life you'd all started together eight months ago.

"That's right, Y/N, and you get us for one hundred and twenty uninterrupted hours," Rhys purred, sending a thrill to your core.

The one area you hadn't been bored in? Lovemaking. While Rhys had been too afraid to fuck you roughly, especially in the last three weeks, he and Feyre had made it their personal goal to find every other way there was to make you climax.

"Mm, and I can't wait," you said happily, craning your head to steal a kiss from him.

"Not fair," Feyre whined from behind you, even as she herself stole a kiss from Rhys. "I want one too." You twisted yourself in their arms, a grin on your face as you placed a kiss on Feyre's lips. "Good. Now that we've all gotten our smooches, you can go sit back down on the couch." You went to protest, but Feyre cut you off, "If you're a good girl and only walk when you have to tonight, you'll get a good night surprise from me."

A flush spread over your cheeks at the idea- Feyre's surprises were always the best. "I'll go sit down and be good, if you come with me. Let Rhys finish dinner."

"Hey, I want to come snuggle too," Rhys complained.

"But you're the better cook, Rhysie," Feyre said, already tugging you from his arms and over to the couch. "Besides, we need Y/N to eat soon, and if I stayed alone in the kitchen we'd have to order in!"

Rhys groaned but continued cooking, though you could tell he was doing it with a pout, even if you couldn't see it.

Feyre settled you into the couch, pulling your blue throw blanket that matched her eyes back onto your lap, but left your feet and lower legs uncovered.

"How have you ankles felt?" She asked as she settled down in front of you, grabbing the bottle of lotion that they kept nearby now.

"They've been fine," you said, a hint of a lie in your voice even as you tried to hide it. Feyre caught it, staring at you sternly. "Okay, fine, they've been sore and puffy..."

"That's what I thought, I think we need to start giving you massages twice a day now to keep your circulation going more," Feyre said gently as she started working the lotion into your skin, your head falling back onto the couch pillow. Feyre chuckled at your reaction. "Feel nice, baby?"

You managed to nod, but couldn't find it in yourself to speak. Before you'd been bored and restless, now you were just... tired. Calm. Especially with Feyre's hands on you.

You drifted off quickly, awoken by Rhys's deep laugh. "Did she fall asleep in the ten minutes it took me to finish dinner?"

"She did, I think she was just lonely," Feyre said gently, and you could still feel her hands massaging your ankles with such care.

"I was bored," you mumbled, still not fully awake.

Rhys laughed again, softer this time. "Of course you were, darling. Are you ready for dinner?" His hand stroked over your hair, his touch bringing you back to awareness.

"Dinner?" You asked sleepily, blinking to clear your eyes.

"That's right, dinner. You should eat something before you take your vitamins."

You made a face at the idea of vitamins, so many tiny little pills to swallow. But dinner...

"Dinner sounds good."

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Tears were pouring down your face as you stood in front of a floor length mirror, taking in how you looked.

"Oh, Y/N, don't cry! You look absolutely beautiful!" Emerie said, dabbing the tears off your face with a tissue.

"I know, I just-" you cried. "I just love them so much!"

"Oh, I know you do! Which is why you're getting married to them! So no more happy tears until you see them at the end of the aisle, hmm?"

You sniffled but nodded your head, doing your best to stop your tears as Emerie wiped the remaining ones from your already made up face. "Okay. I can try."

"Good. Now, does everything with your dress look right? And the veil? And your hair?"

You looked yourself over again, fighting back more tears- happy ones, thankfully, but tears nonetheless. Your soft, silk white dress had a Queen Anne neckline with cap sleeves and a flowing waistline that hung prettily over your bump, more flattering and pretty than you'd thought possible with how massive you were now. It met the floor, just barely dragging over it as you walked, and your feet were clad in comfortable ballet slippers, with an extra support stuffed inside that Feyre had insisted upon.

Your hair was lovely, having grown back out a bit, laying in soft curls and your bangs styled. Your veil was beautiful, attached to your head with a small tiara and flowing down to the backs of your knees, made of a delicate white lace.

"Everything is perfect," you breathed, fingering the necklace that Rhys and Feyre had gifted you four months ago, tiny starbursts of diamonds surrounding three square sapphires, one for each of your daughters.

Emerie smiled at you in the mirror, then began guiding you back to the couch against the wall of the dressing room. "Good, because you should be getting your cue to walk out any minute now!"

True enough, the moment after you sat down, Mor knocked on the dressing room door and opened it, peeking inside. "Oh good, you're ready, come along now!" She squealed, helping Emerie pull you back to your feet.

The two of them helped walk you to the double doors that separated you from your future. Emerie fluffed out the short train of your dress while Mor pulled the doors open, and the both of them stepped aside to let you pass through on your own.

The moment you saw them standing there, Rhys and Feyre, you thought you might faint.

Rhys looked fantastic in his fine black suit with silver stitching, his blue-black hair styled into the soft curls that you loved so much, a slight blush on his cheeks when he met your eyes across the hall, his signature smirk softened into something even lovelier. His dark purple tie brought a smile to your own lips, the dare that you and Feyre had made him take after teasing him about not only wearing black at the wedding.

And Feyre... Feyre took your breath away, her golden brown hair styled into pretty ringlets, her own veil carefully pinned onto the crown of her head. Her dress was beautiful, clinging to her curves before flowing out at her hips, with tiny spaghetti straps holding the bodice to her chest. A flush spread over her cheeks and chest when she looked at you, a smile taking up her whole face.

You finally remembered to start moving when Feyre wiggled her fingers at you, your face turning bright red as you slowly made your way down the aisle, giggling when you met Feyre and Rhys at the end, who both immediately wrapped an arm around you to help take the pressure off of your feet.

The ceremony flew by, with you hardly remembering a single word of what had been said, your mind more preoccupied with how loved and cherished the two people you were now bonded to made you feel.

Your first kiss married to the two of them was from Feyre, Rhys having muttered something like "Ladies first," to Feyre.

It was magical, getting to kiss your wife and husband, and Rhys had you giggling when he immediately scooped you into his arms, careful not to squish the babies. He carried you from the wedding hall to the attached reception hall, a large couch in the center of it with chairs, tables, and a few other, smaller couches set up as well. He gently set you onto the couch in the center before settling beside you, Feyre taking up the spot on your other side.

That was something he loved doing- literally sweeping you off of your feet whenever he had the chance, especially over the past three weeks. You didn't mind one bit, not when it meant snuggling into his chest while he carried you up a set of stairs, or being held the entire duration of the elevator ride when you could suck little marks on his neck, enjoying the pleasured hiss he would let out.

You let out a contented sigh as you leaned your head on Rhys, letting it sink in.

You're married.

Emerie quickly began taking charge of the festivities, ordering for the food to be set out and music to be played, even bossing Mor into dancing with her before they'd had a bite to eat.

Rhys had gone to get a plate for the three of you, coming back with it piled high with beef pot roast, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, and green beans- it had been your idea after seeing the fancy displays the caterer had made, your stomach rolling at the sight even though you knew it would taste just fine.

The babies had had a different, less logical idea.

So pot roast it was, the other dishes suggestions from Feyre and Rhys.

Rhys took great pride in feeding both you and Feyre, only taking his own bites when the two of you decided to steal the fork from him and feed him yourselves. Rhys would steal back the fork and continue feeding you as much as you could handle, rubbing your back as you chewed each bite. Which of course only spurred you on to eat more, wanting more of his soft smiles and gentle touch.

You could only eat so much, though, before you collapsed back against the couch cushions, rubbing at your tummy and delighting in the little kicks that your hands were met with.

They were happy too.

The ceremony had been small, no more than 30 people that the three of you had trusted to share this experience with. Your own family had declined to attend, which had stung at first, before you realized that you had a new family, one that would support you unconditionally.

And that was all that you needed, all that your babies needed.

After an hour or so, Emerie decided that it was time to open presents- likely sensing the inevitable lag in your energy that would happen sooner or later.

Presents were piled around the couch you and your spouses were sat on, far too many in your opinion. But truly? You were touched that people wanted to spoil your babies so thoroughly, when they hadn't even arrived yet.

The combined wedding reception and baby shower went by quickly at first, but your energy began to lag after the second hour, your head resting against Feyre's shoulder between presents. After a while you stopped opening them, preferring to react sleepily while your partners tore apart wrapping paper and peeked into bags.

So many baby clothes, all of the outfits coming in three matching sets and each one getting you closer and closer to tears as you thought about your babies snuggled up in cute onesies, or in the little fox outfits that Lucien and Elain had gifted you.

You gained a small second wind after the cake was cut, strawberry with a lemon filling a pretty strawberry icing, your favorite since you had grown pregnant.

Feyre and Rhys had both offered you the first bite, which had made you laugh, both of them waving forks in front of your face to try and sway you to choose theirs. Instead, you directed Rhys's fork to Feyre, and Feyre's to Rhys, only taking a bite from each of them after they'd had their own.

Soon enough, though, you were out of energy again, dozing off against Rhys's shoulder while Feyre went to the restroom. He had you sit up for a moment which had made you grumble, before pulling you back against him after draping his suit jacket over your arms and back.

"Thank you, husband," you murmured against him.

"You're welcome, sweet wife," he cooed, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

The clicking of heels just barely alerted you to Feyre's presence before she spoke. "Awe, is she all tuckered out?"

Rhys chuckled quietly. "I think so, darling. Should we get her home?"

You mumbled against his chest.

"What was that?"

You sighed but moved your face away from him a bit. "We haven't danced yet," you whined.

"Oh, love, I don't know if-"

"Madja said I could dance to one song, maybe two if I rest for a bit between them. Please?" You begged, using your best puppy dog eyes on the two of them.

Feyre sighed, but you knew she was going to give in. "Alright, since Madja said it was okay. But if you get tired you need to tell us, yeah?"

You nodded. "Of course, my pretty wifey," you said, and shrugged off Rhys's jacket. Feyre's blush was delightful, and you let her and Rhys help you stand, immediately clinging to her once you were. "I really just want to sway with you..."

"We can sway," Feyre said, wrapping her arms around you.

"Can I join or are we doing separate dances?" Rhys asked cheekily from behind you, already winding his arms around both of you, sandwiching you between them.

Just how you loved to be.

"Dances together, of course," you insisted, squeezing one of his hands. "Everything together, I think." You rested your head on Feyre's shoulder, smiling when you heard the sound of their lips meeting.

This was right where you needed to be, for the rest of time.

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The party had wound down early, with you falling asleep on Feyre's shoulder while she and Rhys talked to their close friends, their conversations garnering the occasional sleepy giggle from you when you managed to pay attention long enough.

Mostly, it was Cassian and Mor teasing Rhys about having two wives that were far prettier than he would ever be, and Rhys adamantly agreeing with it, to which Cassian and Mor would reiterate how he is not the prettiest person in his relationship. They were obviously trying to rile him up, but it seemed Rhys's overwhelming love for how you and Feyre look overrode any need of his to proclaim himself the most gorgeous person in the room.

It was only once you had drooled the tiniest bit on Feyre's shoulder that your husband and wife declared the festivities over, at least for the three of you. Rhys had scooped you into his arms once more, this time carrying you to the town car waiting to take the three of you home.

You dozed between the two of them on the way home, feeling safe and content. The drive was short, no more than ten minutes, but by the time you arrived, you were more than ready to stay in the car and sleep there until the morning.

Thankfully for you, Rhys pulled you gently into his arms and carried you all the way up to the penthouse, Feyre opening and closing the doors. You blinked yourself awake when you felt your dress being unzipped and tugged from your body, watching Feyre put it on a hanger and store it in the closet before Rhys helped her remove her own dress.

You sighed dreamily at the sight of her, clad in white lace lingerie like the perfect, pretty present that she was.

"Like what you see, darling?" She asked teasingly as she undressed Rhys slowly, grinning when she saw your eyes catch on his muscled torso.

"Mmhm," you hummed. "Come over here and I'll show you just ho-" the rest of your sentence was cut off by a wide yawn, drawing a chuckle from Rhys.

"I think you can wait to show her until tomorrow, little love," Rhys said, crossing the room once he was down to his boxers.

Also purple, like his tie.

"But I want to-"

"I would much rather help you take a bath, darling," Feyre said softly, already taking both of your hands in hers to help you up. "We can celebrate tomorrow, when we're all feeling refreshed and at the cabin. Doesn't that sound nice?"

You pouted at her for a half a second before giving in- after all, a bath did sound heavenly right now...

"Okay, as long as both of you take one with me."

"We wouldn't dream of doing it any other way, love," Rhys murmured in your ear, picking you up a moment later. "Now let's get us all warm and clean and cozy."

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You woke tangled in the blankets the next morning, somehow having stolen nearly the entirety of it from your wife and husband, leaving them curled up close to you, half covered.

Not a bad view, you thought to yourself, drinking in the way the sunlight hit their skin, the curves of their bodies.

But still, the thought that had woken you needed to be tended to.

Though getting out of bed without waking either Rhys or Feyre... Would be tricky, seeing as you were nestled between them, their arms looped over you.

You started with Rhys first, he was always a bit of a heavier sleeper than Feyre. His arm was carefully placed over his side, though it immediately started creeping forward in its search for warmth.

The moment you moved Feyre's arm though, her eyes fluttered open, gorgeous blue meeting your own. The sleepy smile she gave you made you wish you had a camera in your hands, it was so soft and cute and sweet... Just like her.

You couldn't help it, you leaned forward to steal a sweet kiss from her, which she gladly gave, her arm tightening around your middle, pressing your bump to her tummy.

"Why are you up so early, love?" She whispered. "Did you need the bathroom?"

Well... "Yes, but I need to do something in the nursery too..."

Feyre's eyes narrowed briefly, likely having guessed what you wanted to do after relieving yourself.

"Okay, let's get you up, sweetheart," she whispered, getting out of bed herself before helping you swing your legs over the side, then pulling you to your feet. Her eyes lingered over your exposed bump and breasts, and you could sense that she was resisting pinching you somewhere.

Once you had used the bathroom, Feyre helped you get dressed in a comfortable lilac wrap dress and your purple bunny slippers before getting dressed herself. She slipped on a pair of light blue jean shorts with a forest green tshirt, looking even lovelier than ever.

Of course, that's what you thought every time you saw her, but it was still true.

"Let's get you to the nursery, love," Feyre said softly, letting one of your arms wrap around her while she did the same, helping support you as you walked the short distance to the nursery, only a door down from the master bedroom.

Inside of the pastel pink nursery, three cribs had already been set up, little mobiles dangling over them. There were already three pastel dressers that had been half filled with tiny baby clothes, carefully arranged by you into age groups, and three matching changing tables lined up against one wall, already stocked with all you would need to change the babies.

There was also a large couch against the back wall, a nursing chair positioned next to it in the corner. Both were heavenly to sit in, and remembering how long it had taken you to pick them out made you smile. Feyre and Rhys had been insistent on you getting only the most comfortable furniture for you, as you would be the one using them the most while breastfeeding.

In the middle of the room, covering most of the area rug with little animals on it, were the gifts from yesterday. None of them had been put away- good, you thought. You would only have arranged them all over again by yourself, needing them to be organized just how you liked.

Nesting, as it turned out, was very much you being overly needy about how things looked in the bedroom and nursery, but especially the nursery.

"I'll go make us some tea and be back in a few moments, alright love?" Feyre asked, waving a hand in front of your face when you didn't respond, only stared at the large pile. "Sit down, Y/N, I'll be back in a minute to help you sort it all out, don't worry."

She left the room, and you could hear how quickly she moved down the hallway. Maybe she was anxious about leaving you alone...

You sighed and sat down on the floor on your knees, not sure how better to position yourself. Picking through the pile, you started to sort the clothes out into their different age ranges, starting from newborn and going up to two years.

It was only five minutes later when Feyre returned, a tray with a pot of tea and three cups resting on it in her hands. "What are you doing on the floor?"

You blinked at her for a moment. "Uh... Sitting?"

"I can see that, silly, I meant for you to sit on the couch!" Feyre tsked, setting down the tray and holding her hands out for you to take. "Come on, little love, it's not good for you to be sitting like that."

You sighed and scrunched your face, but took Feyre's hands and let her help you onto the couch.

"Don't worry, I'll help you sort everything out exactly how you want. Now... How were you organizing this?" Feyre asked, kneeling in front of the pile.

"Well..."

It was maybe an hour later when you and Feyre had finished sorting all of the clothing that Rhys burst through the nursery door, a panicked look on his face.

"Are you okay? Are the babies okay?" He asked frantically, already by your side, assessing you with his hands and eyes.

You slapped his hands away gently when he tried to take your pulse, giggling at his antics. "I am just fine, darling. Are you okay?"

Rhys let out a breath of relief. "Of course, I was just worried when I woke up and both of you were gone..."

Feyre laughed and wrapped her arms around Rhys's shoulders. "You're such a mother hen, Rhysie. We just wanted you to sleep in a little bit, and Y/N wanted to organize all the new baby clothes we were given yesterday," she explained, rolling her eyes over his shoulder at you.

"I'm no mother hen, if anyone is a mother hen, then it's you, my dear Feyre."

"Oh, that's bull and you know it Rhys. You barely let Y/N take a step these days!"

It was Rhys's turn to roll his eyes. "Like you wouldn't also be carrying her everywhere if you could?" Feyre was silent, looking away with a smile growing on her face. "That's what I thought, darling. Now, if all the clothes are sorted, I thought we could get on the road soon," Rhys suggested, smiling when he saw your eyes light up.

"Yes, let's hit the road!" You exclaimed, and started to push yourself off the couch. Rhys and Feyre chuckled at your enthusiasm and helped you up, the three of you heading into the bedroom together.

"I think we have everything packed already, besides the blankets and pillows," Rhys said as he pulled the four duffel bags he had packed two days ago onto the bed, three stuffed full of the clothing you would be needing for the next five days, the other stuffed with toiletries, your vitamins, books, and a couple of canvases for Feyre. She would also be bringing her travel easel, packed tightly with the brushes and paints she would need to paint you in the water, as she had declared she would be doing.

And, of course, the go bag. Stuffed full of anything you would need should you go into labor, it was a must to take with you. It had the first onesies you wanted the babies to wear, lilac with a customized saying on it: 'Mommy's and Daddy's and Mommy's girl'.

You had cried when you opened them, a surprise from Feyre and Rhys two months ago.

Also inside was a Polaroid camera, a digital camera, a film camera - you wanted everything documented, and you wanted it done right... though, not the birth... That could stay off film for good.

"Is there anything else you can think of?" Feyre asked you, her pretty eyes distracting you from the question.

"Uhm... No?" You answered, your mind not coming up with anything.

"Then I do believe that we are ready to go!" Feyre said cheerily, guiding you to sit down on the bed so that she could change your shoes.

"I'll take the bags down, do not let her leave the apartment until I come back up," Rhys demanded, fixing you with a stern eye. You blushed but nodded, not wanting a repeat of your fainting spell three weeks ago.

Less than ten minutes later you were bundled into the car, your favorite pillow clutched in your lap, along with Feyre's hands. She played with your fingers the whole car ride, even when she was kissing you.

Which was nearly the entire time, both of you deciding that you didn't really need air anyways to live, you'd much rather breathe each other in.

You could hear Rhys's longing, quiet groans whenever he glanced at the two of you in the rear view mirror, and whenever you looked at him he had a slight flush to his face and neck, which only made both of you more enthusiastic.

"Oh mother, you two will be the death of me," Rhys grumbled, and you saw his right hand lower to his lap and heard the rustle of fabric.

"Hey, hands on the wheel, Rhysie," you said between kisses, tilting your neck to give Feyre access.

"Easier said than done..." He sighed, but moved his hand back to the steering wheel.

"You'll get your turn once we arrive, don't you worry husband," Feyre said against your skin, sending a shudder through you.

By the time you arrived you were a needy wreck, putty in Feyre's capable hands where they had slid below your dress, playing with your breasts.

"Alright, girls, my turn," Rhys growled as he pulled you from the car, entering the cottage once Feyre had unlocked the door and making a beeline for the bedroom. He set you down carefully, so gently that it brought tears to your eyes. "None of that sweet love, unless it's from too much pleasure," Rhys said quietly against the skin of your neck, just below your ear.

Feyre dipped onto the bed a moment later, her hand sneakily undoing the tie of your dress, which fell open easily, baring you to both of them.

"Too much pleasure? I think she can handle it," Feyre purred, her hand already snaking down your tummy and to your cunt, chuckling lowly when she felt the wetness that she'd created. "Don't you, sweet girl?"

You nodded your agreement, mouth falling slightly open when she dipped a finger inside of you.

Oh yes. You could handle this.

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An hour of their hands exploring every inch of you and another hour peacefully dozing in their embrace later, and Rhys was disentangling himself from the pile of limbs the three of you had made.

"Where are you going?" Feyre asked sleepily from your left, her breath warm against your chest.

"I'm going to go get food for our time here," Rhys replied, and you hear the shuffle of fabrics and jingle of his belt.

"I wanna go," you yawned, stretching your legs out and sighing at how lovely it felt.

Rhys kneeled on the mattress and over you, a thumb stroking over your cheek prompting your eyes to open. "If you go to the store, you know you have to be in a wheelchair the whole time, right darling?"

You scrunched your face up for a second. You hated using the wheelchair. But...

"I want to pick out snacks and drinks," you insisted, raising your own hand to cup his face. "You're so preeetty."

Rhys smiled, a toothy, adorable thing. "Okay, okay, so long as you stay in the wheelchair you can come shopping. I take it you'll want to come as well, Fey?"

"Of course, I'm not going to be left alone here while my wife and husband go shopping," Feyre said cheerily, already pulling herself into a sitting position. Rhys helped you do the same, and then to stand.

You all finished getting redressed before Rhys scooped you into his arms again and depositing you gently into the backseat, even buckling you up and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The trip into the lakeside town was short, no more than ten minutes, and you were relieved to see it had a small hospital, just as Rhys and Feyre had reassured you.

The local grocery store was cute and fairly large, and hopefully housing all of the items that you were hoping to get. You were wheeled inside, your cheeks flaming red as you saw people stare at your large baby bump and the two gorgeous people with you.

You never had liked being stared at... Unless it was Feyre and Rhys doing the staring.

Feyre pushed a cart while Rhys pushed you along, all of you picking out ingredients for dinner, breakfast, and the occasional snack, that was until you reached the candy aisle.

Recently you'd been craving chocolate- chocolate bars, chocolate cookies, chocolate covered fruit, chocolate anything.

And today was no different.

"Okay, Y/N, you can pick out five different candies if you'd like, and we'll all share them," Feyre said, obviously having noticed how your eyes were flitting over the choices.

"Five? Really?" You asked, surprised. One item a day, even if you were sharing, seemed like a lot.

"Yes, five," Feyre chuckled. "You don't have to pick out that many if you don't want to, but I thought since it's our honeymoon and all, that you could have some extra sweetness to go with you... extra sweetness," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at the last two words.

You only flushed further, though this time was from anticipation. Still, you made yourself take your time to pick out your items, not wanting to regret not choosing something later when the cravings struck.

With everything picked out, Feyre went to the cash register while Rhys took you back to the car, gently lifting you inside and buckling you in once more, this time with a heated kiss press to your lips.

You were breathless when he pulled away, your heart fluttering. "I love you," you whispered against his lips, smiling widely when he said the words back to you.

Feyre returned a moment later with the groceries, and once everything was unloaded and they were both buckled in, you were headed back to the cottage.

Rhys carried you inside once again, this time sitting you on the couch that faced a window, overlooking the lake that was right there.

"Can we go swimming soon?" You asked once both of them were seated beside you, groceries put away.

"Of course, love," Feyre said as she nuzzled into your shoulder.

"After you've eaten something, and rested for a bit," Rhys added, already up from the couch in search of something for you to have for lunch.

"Mother hen," you muttered, drawing a laugh from Feyre.

"I told him so," she giggled into your shoulder.

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Swimming had been lovely, the three of you floating in the shallow end- or rather, you floating in the shallow end as Rhys and Feyre fought with tiny squirt guns while keeping a close eye on you.

After a bit they had called on you to play referee, but you kept forgetting how many points they had and eventually called it a tie, with the winners both receiving big smooches from you.

Rhys had insisted upon carrying you out of the water and back into the cottage without even drying off, leaving a trail of water behind you as he carried you to the bedroom and into the massive bathroom, taken up by a bathing pool that could easily fit five people.

He stripped both of you out of your bathing suits and lowered you into the water, grinning when you let out a pleased sigh at the warmth. He shifted so he was behind you, your back resting against his chest and sat between his legs, his hands stroking over your belly as the babies kicked softly.

Feyre came in a moment later, clad in only a towel, though not for long. She joined you in the tub, settling in to the right of you after pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

The water was warm, but not so warm that you couldn't soak with them for a while. You were already drifting off in Rhys's embrace, the warmth of the water and excitement from the day tugging you into the place between sleep and awareness, drifting through it as you felt Feyre and Rhys's soft hands, heard them kissing above you.

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The next morning you had demanded to go swimming after breakfast, not caring that the water was still somewhat cool in the morning sun.

Feyre had decided that she very much cared, choosing to stay on the patio and paint you swimming.

Rhys was happy to swim, and even happier to have you float in his arms as he slowly tugged you through the water, completely relaxed in his hold.

Eventually, though, your skin was pruned and your stomach grumbling for a snack, and Rhys had to drag you out of the water, a pout on your face while he carried you to the patio.

"You can go back in after you've let your stomach rest a bit, love," Feyre reassured you as she patted you dry with a towel, then tied your swim dress around you.

"I know..." You pouted. "Will you join us next time?"

Feyre glanced over at her easel, a half finished painting still on it. "I suppose the rest of the painting can wait until tomorrow, if you'll be swimming then too?"

You nodded vigorously. "Oh, I plan to swim as much as I can while we're here. Once the babies come, it'll be even harder to find the time, and I think they really like it when I'm swimming," you smiled, rubbing a hand over your tummy, a small kick being enough to convince you that you were right.

Feyre placed her hand over yours, smiling when she also felt a kick, this one stronger, like she was showing off for her second mom.

"Well, let's go get you lunch then, so we can get you back in the water," Feyre said, leading you back into the cottage and to the dining table.

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When you had finished swimming that evening, Rhys and Feyre both helped you bathe again- which really meant that they washed you twice, both of them running their hands over every inch of skin, with Feyre's fingers dipping between your thighs, Rhys's mouth swallowing your cries when you came under her touch.

You watched them bathe each other, which was somehow more erotic than doing it yourself, your own hands reaching up to cup your breasts while you stared at them hungrily.

You were fixed with identical feline smirks after you let a gasp slip loose, the look in their eyes promising you nothing but trouble.

"Does our sweet girl like watching us?" Feyre crooned as she kneeled over you, your gaze locked on hers.

"Mhmm..." You nodded, biting your lip, a question on the tip of your tongue. "Would.. Rhys?"

"Yes, darling?" Rhys asked lowly from behind Feyre.

"Would you..." You blushed heavily even at the thought. "Would you fuck Feyre? Hard," you said. "I... I want to watch you fuck her until she screams," you whispered, your blush intensifying under their gazes.

"Are you asking me to fuck my pretty wife while my other pretty wife watches?" Rhys asked teasingly, and you nodded. "What do you say, Feyre?" He asked her, pulling her hair aside and kissing along the expanse of her neck.

"Mm, I say yes- as long as I get to eat Y/N's sweet cunt while you do," Feyre said, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looked you over.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," Rhys said lowly. "I do think it requires a change of scenery, though."

A moment later Rhys had hoisted a squealing Feyre over his shoulder, and you heard the bounce of a mattress as he deposited her on it, only moments later returning for you, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Once Feyre is done eating you, it'll be my turn, little love," he whispered in your ear as he brought you into the bedroom. Your eyes caught on Feyre, already on her knees and forearms on the bed.

You giggled with anticipation, more than ready for whatever the night would bring the three of you.

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The next morning, you were awoken by a dull ache in your abdomen. You tried to disentangle yourself from Rhys and Feyre's arms, but they both stirred awake before you made much progress.

"Bathroom?" Rhys asked sleepily in your ear, his hand rubbing over your stomach in a soothing pattern.

"Mm... I think so," you whispered, wiggling your hips against him, delighting in the soft moan he let out.

"Wicked girl... Come on, let's get you up."

You relieved yourself quickly and exited the bathroom, finding Rhys and Feyre sitting in bed together, both yawning.

"I'm sorry I woke you up..." you said quietly, padding back to the bed and plopping yourself back down between them.

"Oh, nonsense Y/N," Feyre said softly, carding her fingers through your hair. "Don't ever feel bad about waking us up. Especially when you come back to bed for snuggles."

You hummed in agreement, but winced when another pain went through you.

"Are you okay, love?" Rhys asked, pressing a hand to your forehead.

"Mhm, just... a little pain happening."

Feyre frowned above you. "Pain? Where?"

Your expression matched her own as you placed your hand over your lower abdomen, at the bottom of your baby bump. "And a little in my back, too," you said, just before you realized.

Oh shit.

"I'm going into labor," you said, fear creeping over you.

"You're going into labor!" Both Rhys and Feyre exclaimed at the same time you spoke, all three of you exchanging looks before you all laughed for a moment, until it sunk in.

"Oh fuck, you're going into labor!" Rhys yelled, jumping up from the bed. "Quick, we need to get dressed and get the go bag and get in the car!"

You and Feyre shared a look, both of you still on the bed.

"Uhm... Rhys?" You asked, watching as he flew around the room, picking out a dress for you and Feyre and grabbing his own clothes, throwing them on quickly.

He paused for a moment, looking over to see the two of you, still relatively calm. "What? Why aren't you moving? Get up, get up!"

Feyre laughed from beside you. "Rhysie, she's not having contractions very close together, and her water hasn't broken yet. We don't have to rush quite so much."

He blinked at her for a moment, considering her words. "Nope, nope, get dressed. I'll make us some breakfast and pack everything up, but after that, it's the hospital for all of us!" Rhys exclaimed, breezing out of the room with his shirt unbuttoned and belt unbuckled.

You and Feyre shared a laugh together, muttering about him being a mother hen to each other, but you could tell that Feyre was nervous. Not that you weren't.

After all... You could very well be pushing three little humans out of you today, and if not today, then tomorrow.

Talk about scary...

Feyre helped dress you, the soft pink wrap dress that Rhys picked out comfortable and loose against your skin, soft slippers secured on your feet.

When you entered the main room, Rhys was already in a flurry of activity, switching between stirring the oatmeal he was cooking on the stove and packing up whatever he could get his hands on.

Feyre made sure you were sat at the table before disappearing into the bedroom, likely packing up all of your clothing and possessions to keep Rhys from having a heart attack at how much there was to do, and how little time he thought he had.

"I've already called Madja, she's going to meet us at the hospital in town in no more than two hours," Rhys informed you as he set a bowl of oatmeal in front of you. "How are you feeling? Any more contractions?" He asked with a gentle hand on your cheek.

"I'm doing fine so far, Rhysie. No more contractions yet."

"Good. Good," Rhys said, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. "Eat up, little love." He started to leave the table, but you caught your hand around his wrist.

"Wait," you pleaded. "Eat with me? Please?"

Rhys's expression softened at your tone, some of his panic ebbing away. "Of course, Y/N. I'll go get Feyre, and we can all eat together."

You smiled brightly at him, pleased that you would have one last meal as a family of three, rather than a family of six.

It was peaceful, once you had gotten both Rhys and Feyre to sit down and eat, both of them keeping a soothing hand on some part of you at all times.

The babies were kicking like crazy, obviously sensing that their time inside you was coming to an end, and seeming very excited to meet the world.

The calm ended once your face pinched with another contraction, though, Rhys immediately springing up to get the dishes washed and finish packing the rest of your things and lugging them out to the car.

Feyre sat with you while he bustled about, her hand resting over yours on your stomach while she talked about everything and nothing to distract you.

But soon Rhys had hoisted you into his arms once again and strapped you into the backseat, a sweet kiss pressed to your temple before he shut the door.

Feyre buckled in beside you, and you rested your head on her shoulder during the drive, soaking in the love she was giving you as she held you and stroked your hair.

By the time you reached the hospital, the contractions were coming closer together and lasting longer, a sure sign that you were nearing full-on labor.

Rhys settled you into a wheelchair before quickly leaving to park the car, promising that he would bring the go bag and for you and Feyre to head inside.

You and Feyre did just that, Feyre pushing you in to the front desk.

"Hello, what can I help you with?" The nurse asked, her eyes glued to the paperwork on her desk.

"Hi, uh, my wife is going into labor," Feyre replied, a hand running through your hair.

"Your wi-" The woman began to ask before she looked at the two of you, eyes sticking on the large bump of your belly. "Oh. I'll page OB right away, here's some paperwork for you to fill out."

"Thank you," Feyre said, grabbing the clipboard and pen from her and settling it in your lap before wheeling you over to the waiting area.

You had nearly finished filling out the paperwork together when Rhys flew through the doors, looking around frantically before his eyes landed on the two of you, immediately crossing the room to sit by you.

"Oh, good, you didn't get taken up yet. Well... Not good, but you know what I mean," Rhys rambled.

...

"This is the first time I've seen you nervous," you remarked, smiling when he looked offended.

"I am not nervous, I am appropriately aware of everything that is happening."

"Nervous," Feyre said, earning a light swat on the thigh from Rhys. "It's okay, Rhysie, I'm nervous too."

"Me too," you admitted, rubbing your belly absently.

"Well... Good, we're all nervous, we can all be nervous together," Rhys said, bobbing his head up and down.

You giggled at him, but was cut off by another contraction taking you off guard.

"Man... These things are annoying..."

"Y/N Night?" A nurse called from across the room, her eyes already locked on the three of you. Or, more specifically, the bump you possessed.

You were taken up to the second floor and given a nice room with a good view out the window, not that you could see it with all the doctors in the room.

As you were being transferred from a wheelchair to your bed, your water had broken, spilling down your legs and onto your feet.

The sensation had brought tears to your eyes, and your loving partners had so kindly cleaned you up without even a word of complaint, instead choosing to press loving kisses to your forehead and cheeks and hands as often as they could.

Madja had arrived only a half an hour after the three of you had, entering the room and parting the sea of doctors with her presence alone. Immediately she had given you steroids to help the babies' lungs develop as much as they could before you went into full labor, and had given you an epidural.

The feeling of your lower half being numb? Not your favorite. But you supposed it was better than feeling every contraction moving through you.

Rhys was pacing in the room, not able to stay still for a moment unless he was touching you in some way, but the fleet of doctors that had come to witness a birth of triplets had made that more and more difficult as the day wore on, to the point that you were beginning to feel a bit touch starved.

Feyre had stayed calmer, sitting in a chair that had a direct line of sight to you, but you saw her legs bouncing up and down, growing faster whenever a new doctor would touch and examine you.

After three hours of waiting to be left alone with your husband and wife, you were feeling fed up. Madja had just reentered the room after giving a short briefing to Rhys and Feyre, the two of them trailing behind her.

You made a pouty face, hoping that you looked as sad as you felt, not having enough access to your spouses.

Thankfully for you, Madja knew almost every one of you looks at this point, having seen you at least once a week for the past six months.

"Alright, that's enough exams for now, let's let the mother rest a bit," Madja commanded, the sea of white coats filtering out the door, taking their mumbled words with them.

You had a feeling that more than a few of them would have said choice words about the parenting situation of the babies.

But that didn't matter. Because when you looked at Feyre and Rhys, now by your sides, each holding one of your hands? You knew that you had everything you would ever need.

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Eight more hours later, and you were blessed with three beautiful, healthy baby girls. They were all small, yes, and were nearly swimming in their first onesies, but they were healthy.

They were healthy, and you had made it through labor safely, thanks to Madja's expertise.

And, of course, the parents of your children, who had stuck by you throughout the entire labor, offering their hands to squeeze and dabbing away your sweat and fanning you when you felt too hot.

They were perfect.

Your babies were perfect.

Life was perfect.

Little Astra, Aurora, and Ayla had already lit up your life with their presences, their tiny coos and cries music to your ears.

Rhys and Feyre had managed to squeeze themselves onto your hospital bed, each of you holding one of your precious little nuggets.

You had Ayla in your arms, the smallest of the triplets, but the loudest. Rhys had Astra, who had been born with a thick tuft of blue-black hair, her violet eyes wide as she surveyed the room. And Feyre was holding Aurora, the largest and most mobile of the three, her little hand already grasping at your fingers when you offered them to her.

You were exhausted, of course, but before you went to sleep for the first time as a mother, you wanted to snuggle and feed your babies, and spend some quiet time with your lovers.

"They're so..." You sighed, unable to even finish the thought.

"Perfect?" Rhys asked.

"Amazingly adorable?" Feyre suggested.

"Yes and yes. I just know... I know that they will own me forever," you said softly, taking in a deep huff of baby smell.

Fresh, sweet baby.

You could hardly believe that a one night stand, no matter how fantastic, had lead to this.

You had a family now, made up of two loving spouses and three perfect little babies.

And even if things got hard, which they surely would... You knew that everything would be alright.

Because the three of you? You can do this, together.

🤍🩵💖💜🤍

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[heliosail]

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Heliosail is Finally Here

Words cannot possibly capture how I am feeling today. I am joyous, overwhelmed, proud, humbled, and terrified all at once. This game is, in many ways, a very personal reflection of my heart and soul. I could have released it years ago, when it was "playable" for the first time, but I held back. I knew that it had not yet bloomed into the rose that I could see within it. 

This game has changed me in a profound way over the years I've devoted to it. When I started this process, I was in my mid twenties, severely depressed, being entirely supported by my father, and completely unable to see a future for myself. Since that time, I have moved halfway across the country, put my depression in full remission, come out as nonbinary, changed my name, written a novel, and now fully support myself. I am unrecognizable from my younger self. I used to be unable to make new friends, and now I have a whole group of people I met and bonded with over TTRPGs. I used to have screaming, crying meltdowns over my math homework well into high school. Now, I understand mathematics, statistics and probabilities with ease, and know that I am AuDHD. I used to be constantly anxious that if I ever did the wrong thing, no matter how slight, I would be rejected by the people in my life. Now, I can sit down at a work meeting and accept discipline without crying (Sometimes.) I used to not have the energy to do more than two things in a week. Now, I am running out of days in my calendar for everything I want to do. 

I cannot credit all of this change to one project, of course, but this game really has been a guiding force through this chapter of my life. I've been in a sort of dance with it, where I began to create answers to my anxieties, and in turn, Heliosail gave me resolve and hope. I was worried about climate change, so I imagined a future where we go back and fix our mistakes. I felt like I didn't fit in, so I created a fantasy where I could run away on a ship and be queer with all my friends. I was anxious about surviving in this capitalist world, so I imagined a society that tries to take care of everyone in it.

I fell into a comfortable pattern, where I could experience the joy of puzzle-solving that is the design process, and literally build the world that I wanted for myself.

And so, the truth is that, while I am excited and proud beyond words to finally let the world see my work, I am kind of mourning too. There will be more Heliosail to work on; I am already planning more content for the game, and will continue to try to spread it to those who will enjoy it most. But that is not the same. To achieve my dream for this work, I will need to develop a whole new set of skills. I feel rather like Sisyphus, having just reached the top of the hill only to realize that somehow I'm at the bottom once again. No matter how daunting I find the road ahead, though, I believe that Heilosail is worth it. Maybe it makes me sound conceited and self-important, but the truth is that I feel a drive and responsibility to make this project a success, as if it is for something greater than myself. It's like I'm pushing this boulder, not up a hill forever, but towards someone who badly needs it. I don't know who they are, but I am driven to reach them as if both our lives depend on it. 

More Content Coming Soon

More files will be coming in the near future, added to the download for Heliosail everywhere you can find it. I will be adding a "Home-Printer Friendly" version of the handbook very soon, which will be black and white with no images, and will be reformatted to use the fewest number of pages possible. I will also be releasing a free adventure to provide you all with some content for your games. Adventures I publish after this will be paid supplements, but I will continue to publish "Monster Mondays" and other free content on Patreon. 

[obvious-captain-rogers]

WIP Wednesday

I've been working on a bit of my rabbot boydad au that's set a little further into the future and I don't know when I'll get to this bit (I previewed part of it in an ask) but I'm excited to show it off

“Dr. Robby,” Lupe said urgently and Robby’s head snapped over on instinct. “We got a very distressed young lady out in chairs with her baby. I put her into the viewing room, I was wondering if you could talk to her for me?” Robby's brows furrowed a little. Yes, he was the senior attending, but this sounded almost like an issue for Kiara. But Lupe was giving him an imploring look so he just nodded, holding onto either end of his stethoscope to keep his hands occupied.

“Yeah, sure.” Lupe’s shoulders relaxed and Robby followed dutifully after her after making significant eye contact with Dana so she would know where he was going. She shot him a distracted thumbs up just as he rounded the corner. “You got anything else for me to go on?” Robby asked.

“Think it might be a safe haven surrender,” Lupe said grimly.

“Shit,” Robby said as he felt a pang of sympathy in his chest. Cases like these were always hard because they were almost never unwanted babies being surrendered. Just ones that couldn’t be cared for properly.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Lupe said and put a hand on Robby’s back for a moment before she went back to the intake desk. 

Robby took a deep breath before he knocked on the door and then slipped inside. “Hello,” he said quietly, keeping his voice as low and calm as possible. “I’m Dr. Robinavitch, but everyone calls me Dr. Robby.” He smiled at the young woman- she couldn’t have been older than 21- as she held onto a bundles of blankets with a pink hat poking out of the top. “How can I help?”

“I- uh- I came to surrender my baby,” the woman’s voice wavered shakily. “I just- I can’t take care of her and I- I heard that hospitals will take them.”

“We can absolutely do that,” Robby said making sure to exude calm confidence. “Do you mind if I ask you some questions first?”

“Um…” she bit her lip uncertainly before she nodded, sharp and uncomfortable. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

“Do you want to tell me your name?” Robby asked gently, knowing that the answer would probably be no.

“No,” she said firmly and shook her head, looking terrified.

“That’s okay,” Robby said gently before moving on quickly “Do you need medical assistance?” Robby asked, eyes already flicking over her assessingly for any sort of outward symptom or injury. She didn’t look like she had delivered all that long ago.

“No, I’m fine.” Robby couldn’t imagine that she was, not mentally or emotionally at least, but he had to focus on what he could do at the moment.

“Okay, good,” Robby said and gave her a small smile. “Do you mind if I take a look at your baby?” He didn't make any moves to get closer or to take the bundle from her. This was going to be hard enough without her feeling like he was taking the baby from her.

She bit her lip and then slowly bridged the gap between them so she could pass the baby to Robby. The baby fussed as she was transferred but he just shushed her gently as he moved to get his stethoscope one-handed. He did quick checks on the lungs and heart, unswaddled the baby to run his hands over her head and extremities, and then examined her abdomen. "Well, everything seems okay to me." Robby gave the woman an encouraging smile. "How long since your baby was delivered?"

"About a week ago," she said, breathing getting shaky as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Am I-?" Her breathing hitched a little and she swiped a hand beneath both her eyes. "Am I going to be in trouble?"

"Absolutely not," Robby reassured her and adjusted his hold on the baby so that they were nestled comfortably against his chest. He remembered that it was JJ's favorite way to be held when he was that age. Something about that sent another pang through his chest. "I'll need to have you fill out some health forms on the little one so that we know the whole history so far, but then you are free to leave. The baby will be taken into our care until the Office of Children, Youth, and Family Services comes to take custody."

"Okay," her voice was small but she didn't sound as petrified as she had a few moments ago. "I'm not- I'm not a bad person. I'm just not ready to be a mom yet."

"I don't think you're a bad person," Robby said earnestly. Because he didn't. If she had been a bad person, she could have left her baby in a dumpster somewhere. It wouldn't have been the first and it probably wouldn't be the last. "I think you're a person that had to make a really hard choice."

"What if I didn't make the right one?" She chewed her lip, eyes locked on the baby in Robby's arms.

"Then you can reach out to OCYF and talk about reunification steps," Robby said and gave her as reassuring a smile as he could muster. "Our hospital has a social worker that would be more than happy to come and talk to you about whatever questions you had. Or even just to be a friendly ear."

"Would I have to tell her my name?"

"Not unless you wanted to," Robby said casually, leaving the choice entirely up to her.

"Um, maybe. Yeah." She seemed to have relaxed a bit, her posture not as stiff and her eyes no longer darting around the room. "I think- I think I'd like that."

"Okay," Robby said and felt something in his chest ease. If nothing else, it might make this whole thing easier if she had someone to talk to. "Does your baby have a name?"

"I've- uh- been calling her Maisie, but..." She shook her head. "Whoever adopts her will probably just name her whatever they want, right?"

"Not always," Robby said. "I'll have it noted down if you like." She hesitated for a second before she nodded. "I can give you two a minute alone if you'd like while I grab Kiara or I can take Miss Maisie here with me. Whatever you'd like," Robby said, careful to keep his voice neutral.

Her eyes welled up a little and she wrapped her arms around herself tightly before shaking her head. "No," she whispered, voice cracking around the single syllable. "I think you should take her."

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Bestie I NEED to hear your thoughts about Harley and Bruce possibly being secret twins 👀👀👀👀👀

Been thinking about this for WEEKS i fear!!!! This came right as 'rona dragged me down I'm sorry this took so long!!!

I don't know or care about how secret twins happens, what happens in the bedroom of Thomas and Martha and Alfred Pennywayne is NONE of my business unless they invite me which is fine btw

since they're fraternal twins they COULD TECHNICALLY have different dads. am I saying Alfred is Harley's bio dad perhaps and the clown is going to have empty space where his head used to be but I digress. This explains SO MUCH I feel but also we should in no way think that the parents know this. They don't know nor care because THAT IS THEIR BABIESSS. it would probably be Bruce and Harley finding out when they're forty or something because someone needs a kidney. They purposefully forget the information. They don't need it.

And as insufferable as Thomas is with Baby Brucie can you IMAGINE how AWFUL he would be as a Girl Dad tm. I am thinking of your "if you detain one you detain both I KNOW MY RIGHTS" post but with two children!!. Also Thomas would be THEEE cattiest mfer amongst the other dance moms. My god Alfred and Martha would never know peace. Also a million zillion pictures of each parent konked out while holding 2 sleeping toddlers, THINK on it I beseech thee it's so cute. (But then, Thomas accidentally saving/kidnapping Harley from the park and Bruce and Harley INSISTING they are identical twins. Everyone is like no you really aren't until Thomas gives them the most murderous look known to man over their tiny heads. VERY funny when Jason and Cass also do this)

Maybe Harley was very very sickly as a baby and they kept her a secret to keep the press away. I can see family not talking about Martha's pregnancy AT ALL particularly if it was high risk in any way like she would be visibly pregnant due any day and someone would ask her if she was excited about the baby and she would deadass say 'what baby'.

The ideal scenario the Pennywaynes have for their offspring is that they keep the bambini hidden. as far as the press knows one day 18 year olds pop up outside the Wayne Manor as fully formed scions to the empire. You've never heard of them before? GOOD. That was the point.

Also the DRAMA, the ANGST, I think this makes sense with Bruce's weird dynamic with the Joker (though this could work with just siblings ig)?

Bruce doesn't want to kill the person his twin loves because it would hurt his twin, who HE loves. And killing the Joker could result in Harley hating him! Bruce trying so hard to be supportive for Harley and just be there for her so when she finally decides to leave the Joker she knows Bruce has her back.

Bruce knowing all the stuff about what support systems do that helps and hurts victims of intimate partner violence so he's always playing this balancing act of what he feels like he can say/do about him before it affects Harley. And it being his self given job to stop the Joker from doing HIS self given job. If he helps Gotham he hurts Harley. If he tries to help Harley, he hurts Gotham (does very interesting things to the brainworms when thinking about Jason's murder! about why Bruce feels like he can't or shouldn't go after the Joker--because he's proven he will kill a child and use their mother to get them, that is not a man above using his partner to hurt his nemesis!!! and that would be a whole thing for Bruce, he doesn't act because he's genuinely terrified, worried that if he fails he'll lose harley too

idk if the Joker would know about Harley and Bruce being related or Bruce being Batman but I could see this being the turning point for how Harley views the Joker. Like, she'd been going over to the Manor to help Jason talk through his feelings every month for years. Would it have mattered if the Joker knew he was her nephew?)

Also makes the weird sexual tension Bats has with the Joker even weirder if he IS aware of their relationship. He'd be so gross about it. Yes the Joker wants the Wayne twins. He flirts with them in front of the other to piss them off, mostly Harley. Would highkey lie and say Bruce was flirting with him to drive a wedge between Bruce and Harley oh my god I went such a not fun direction with this

Identical twins could be very funny if they were separated at birth no i do not know why they would be separated just roll with me. the one that does not transition is like "why do you have a picture of me as a kid this is creepy what do you mean that's you' . Everyone at college is like ha ha you two look like you could be related! You do the same icky face when you eat pineapple. They dOn'T sEe iT

Maybe she was kidnapped (by like a very young deathstroke or something idk) and SOMEhow Oswald Cobblepot winds up with this feral toddler in his possession. A goon made a terrible life choice perhaps? And Ozzie is just an up and coming crime lord, still settling into the family business, how tf is he supposed to know the Waynes are missing THIS child? if he knew don't you think he'd be extorting people??? I think they could have some very fun and adorable Stacker Pentecost and Mako Mori vibes this man has NO idea how to raise a child but by god!! He will do it right!!! Literally nobody knows about her, he would have people killed for suspecting her existence.

But also take your daughter to work day??!? Harley yelling at incompetent goons in a sweet baby voice. Ozzie is SO PROUD of her, he wouldn't have minded her going into the family business but she's going to be a doctor!! He is just a proud papa!!! Fearsome crime lord The Penguin with sparkle pink nail polish and bows stuck to his head having a tea party with Lil Harley.

I think this is ALSO interesting with the Joker!! I would love if the only reason his dumb ass wasn't taken out the moment he stepped foot in Gotham was because he's Harley's Boyfriend. The only thing stopping the rogues from turning on him is that Harley likes him!! Is he the Gotham version of a crypto-finance bro?

What if it's an older Harley who is kidnapped? Like post Thomas and Martha shooting. It's part of what cements Bruce's notoriety as the Last Wayne. (Everyone asks if he can sense her through their Twin Bond and he gets sooooo mad that's not a real thing!!!! He feels so guilty because if that was a real thing, shouldn't he be able to find her? Shouldn't he know????)

Cut to Batman and Joker in a showdown and there is Harley and Bats CAN'T STOP STARING?!??? why does she seem so familiar? The Joker notices of course and starts saying some very crass things but the IMPORTANT part is that at some point Harley mentions not minding beating up on Batman because she once had a baby brother who was terrified of bats, so she's doing this for him!!! And Bruce is like wait I once had an older sister and I'M afraid of bats?!?!

Harley looks at him REALLY HARD and all of the sudden she's screaming "BABY B????" and roundhouse kicking the Joker into some metal oil drums. NOBODY beats up her baby brother!!!!

The rogues go fucking insane

(the age thing. Harley is technically a day older than Bruce. She was born at 11:50 PM and he was born at 12:05 AM. They make older sibling/younger sibling jokes all the time and think they are very funny. The Batkids would disagree)

[bizzyboysbizzydays]

Bizzyboys first dates

I love these lil guys leave me ALONE. I'm self insert trash and that's just how the cookie crumbles. I am cringe but I am free.

Yes this is based off of the post about bad dates with the Bizzyboys i think it's so funny

Patty: -I think Patty would prefer an exciting first date! Things like amusement parks or fairs, extremely high energy with LOTS of things to do. -He'd want to win you EVERY toy he possibly could. Whether or not hes good at the games is an entirely different story. -Big on PDA and affection. It might be a first date but he is hugging and hand holding like it's his last day in the Grove and he'd DIE if he didn't get attention. -Tries to pay for literally everything like the lil gentleguy he is. -Date ends with you giving him a kiss on the head, he is on cloud 9 and ready to pronounce his eternal love.

Bananathaniel: -As a cinephile obviously the first date is going to be a movie date. You two watch the movie in complete silence and go out for dinner afterwards in which the floodgates are open. -You better either be REALLY into Ban, or REALLY into movies, because he is going to talk the entire time about the movie and it's themes, camera work, acting, everything. -It's hard to be too mad about it, when he asks for your opinion and is genuinely interested in your thoughts (even if he might argue with them a little. or a lot.) -Not a lot of PDA on the first date since it's entirely focused on the movie but you do get a nice hug afterwards :)

Alexei: -This is the most obvious first date ever. You go to a fast food place and eat until you both almost pass out. -There's no PDA. Only voracious feasting that terrifies the employees and gives small children nightmares. -The date ends with you both on a couch passed out with cheeto dust everywhere. It's not your couch. It's not even Alexei's couch. How'd you get into Capochin's house.

Vibiano: -Another restaurant but this one is fancier. -It's a pretty average date, small talk and awkward chatter. -He keeps checking his phone every 4 minutes before he "suddenly gets a phone call" and has to leave, sticking you with the bill. -He makes it up later with a fully customized outfit left at your door and a note to call him later so he can "make sure it fits properly". -It does fit properly, and he takes you out on a better date for the next one.

Grujaja: -How'd you even manage to get a date with this guy. -Extremely lowkey date. You hang out in a quiet field somewhere. -You do have to constantly reassure him that it's ok and everything is fine. -If he hears a loud noise he'd 100% bail and you'd never see him again due to the embarrassment. -Maybe next time just do a home cooked meal.

Capochin: -Genuinely how did you get him to agree to this. -Despite how he tries to come off, he is extremely nervous. -The date would be something chill, he would've preferred to just. Invite you to his house and make a meal there but ultimately settled for a casual (but not too casual) restaurant. -His ass HAS NOT dated since he was around his 20s. Forgot how to date at all, actually. -The date ends with him feeling like the dumbest mother fucker ever and you having to reassure him it wasn't THAT bad and you'd had worse. -Date ends with you giving him a kiss on the cheek and him speed walking away in embarrassment.

BONUS!!!

Inspekta: -The date takes place in his domain, obviously. He's wrapped around you holding you close as you watch movies on one of the various screens under his desk. -He talks a LOT during the movie, he needs your constant undivided attention. -If you ignore him for too long he'll squeeze around you tighter and tighter like a constrictor until you finally acknowledge him again. -It's as private as a date could get, if you ignore Capo irritably bringing in snacks for the both of you. -Date ends with Inspekta patting you on the head and telling you you should come back soon. Preferably tomorrow. For longer.

Hector: -Similar to the Inspekta date, but this time its on the couch with him bear hugging you from behind. -Less talkative, but still squeezes you when he wants attention (all the time). -You probably lose feeling in a few limbs from how little movement you get, but it's hard to be mad at him when he falls asleep with his head resting against your shoulder. -It's less cute when you realize he's heavier than you and you can't escape.

[ysabelyaps]

Piercing My Heart

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Summary: Se-Mi is your girlfriend and has been begging you to let her pierce you. So for your 2 year anniversary, you decide you’ll finally let her.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: A very sleepy Ysa’s writings

A/N: Guys idek where I’m going with this. Also I hate English, I wish it was my first language bro. Shit would be much easier 💔

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“Happy anniversary my love!!” Is the first noise you hear today, it’s like 7 in the morning on a Saturday. Why is Se-Mi awake at 7 on a Saturday?

“Uh- happy anniversary.. and good morning..” you yawned, it was too early for this. “..why are you up so early..?”

Se-Mi gave you a cheeky grin, one that concerns you as it typically means she’s up to something, but you also love that grin so much. You think it’s adorable.

“Remember how you said I can pierce you today?” shit. You forgot about that. You weren’t going to back out, but why at 7 am? And why is she looking at you like that.

“Yeah..?”

“I’m giving you two options, unless you wanna back out. Another ear piercing, or a belly button piercing. Personally, I think both would look super hot but all up to you. You look pretty now too if you wanna back out”

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For some reason you told Se-Mi you didn’t care and to do what she wanted, was it the sleepiness? Probably. To be completely honest, you were terrified. You got your first ear piercing when you were a baby so you don’t remember it, and you were scared it was going to hurt.

Anyways, she decided to do both, the second ear piercing and a belly button piercing. Would you regret this in the future? Possibly. But anything to make Se-Mi happy.

“Se-Mi if these get infected I swear to god.”

“Yeah yeah I know silly. It wont get infected.” You were holding onto a pillow as you laid on the couch, looking up at her as she prepped her tools or whatever. (Idk what the thingy is)

“Do you know what you’re doing?” She gave you a look. Is that a yes? Finally she was done prepping, “ready?”

“Yeah. Wait- no. Well. No yes. Actually-”

Se-Mi just sat there patiently while she waited for you to figure out what you wanted. She was so patient with you it was so sweet, you loved it so much.

“Okay yes. Is it going to hurt?”

“Just hug the pillow sweetheart.” Se-Mi said as she leaned in towards your ear.

“But what if-“ and you feel a sharp pain in your ear, not that it was too painful but still there. “Ow..”

“You okay?” Se-Mi backed away, looking at you.

“Uh.. yeah. Just hurt a little.”

“If it’s too much I can stop” you shook your head. You promised her she could do this and she was really excited. You trusted her. It would just be a few quick pokes and then you’d be done.

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So, those few pokes resulted in you crying and Se-Mi hugging you. She felt bad even though you insisted it was fine between tears. You just happened to have a very low pain tolerance.

Now you guys were cuddling on the couch with a blanket over the two of you as you were falling asleep again, for a nap. You loved naps. Se-Mi loved watching you nap in the least weirdest way possible.

“Happy anniversary Se-Mi.. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[notannascribbles]

to preface: i AM IN FACT aware that kind people with good intentions can make bad choices, and that those choices don’t define them. especially fourteen year old people under intense, unfathomable levels of stress. i do not think marinette is a “bad” person, and i don’t “blame” her for choosing to lie to adrien. it makes sense for her character to do that. it’s very easy for us to sympathize with her in this situation.

that being said, i do believe that what she chose to do in the season 5 finale is unforgivable (by adrien). and i think that must be where i diverge from a lot of other viewers. i assume that the viewers who are engaging with this plotline with excitement and interest as a complicated new development must still envision a scenario where this gets resolved and adrien and marinette get together, right?? i think that has to be the point of disconnection here. that’s where i can’t follow. i can’t envision a resolution anymore. i think that what marinette has done to adrien is too bad—i don’t see us coming back from this one.

and it’s not even that i don’t think adrien will forgive her. i think that if the truth does come out, he probably will say he forgives her and will do whatever he can to keep marinette (and all the others who lied to him) in his life. i think his love for marinette and his fear of being alone will outweigh everything else. it’s just that that scenario doesn’t resolve the conflict, at least to me. it really just perpetuates the cycle of abuse that started with adrien’s parents.

adrien’s whole story has always been oriented around being trapped/breaking free. adrien is constantly struggling against threats to his agency—whether that’s being physically trapped, being lied to about his own life, being stuck in cycles of emotional abuse—and his response, when he is able, is to break free. adrien wants out of that house. he wants out of the abuse. he wants to be in charge of his own life. the first time we ever see adrien, he is running away.

we cheer when he destroys the prison bars. we cheer when he breaks free. the natural conclusion of adrien’s arc was always pointing toward him finally breaking free from the traumatic cycle of abuse that his father kept him in—a triumph that was perfectly set up to span both his superhero and civilian identities. there’s a reason why no one in the fandom ever envisioned a realistic scenario where chat noir was completely absent from the hawkmoth takedown. it’s because the story was never, ever pointed in that direction. it always made the most sense for adrien to be there, because actively breaking free from his father’s control was the only feasible resolution for adrien’s story.

but the writers had different priorities when crafting this plotline, and now adrien’s arc will never have the opportunity to be resolved like that. instead, now marinette is being used as an extended instrument of gabriel’s abuse, which means that now adrien will never be able to break free from this cycle until he breaks free from marinette. it’s not about intentions or “blame” or whether or not that’s what marinette deserves. it’s literally just about how adrien’s arc at this point could possibly be resolved.

if adrien forgives marinette (as i’m confident he will), their relationship at that point no longer feels like the light at the end of adrien’s tunnel. it just feels like an extension of the cycle adrien was already trapped in, where the people he loves violate his autonomy out of a warped sense of protection, and then he forgives them because he is terrified of being left alone. being with marinette no longer offers the prospect of a fresh new start after a lifetime of abuse. it’s always going to be tainted now, because she chose to use her power to perpetuate gabriel’s control over adrien’s life. she’s tied herself into the cycle now, on gabriel’s side. marinette’s actions are understandable and sympathetic, but they still have consequences. this is the story now.

it’s possible that the show will surprise me—it often does—and they will find a way to resolve adrien’s arc in a way that feels satisfying to me. i’m just not really banking on it. i think the writers’ priorities are elsewhere, which is fine. they can write the story they want to write. it’s just disappointing, as someone who has found adrien’s arc to be incredibly compelling. it’s also just soured the lovesquare for me now—i don’t like seeing adrien and marinette together anymore, which is disorienting and sad.

for what it’s worth, i do hope i’m wrong! i hope it does all get resolved, and i hope i love this story again. it was really really fun to love this story. i love adrien and marinette a whole lot.

[hearthouses]

happy wincest wednesday! simple ask. tell your thoughts me about pregnant dean! how does he feel when he finds out? does he keep it? if he does, what makes him? or if he doesn't, what makes him? how does he deal with the whole process? how does sam deal? thank you❤️

Amused by you thinking this is a simple ask for me. I have so many thoughts and feelings about this topic and the various fic ideas to prove it. The answers to these questions vary based on what era we’re dealing with, what is the situation with Sam in that era, are there any pressing issues that need to be dealt with, and so on. SO MANY VARIABLES. 

Answering broadly, I think if they are in a good place emotionally and physically—bunker era mostly, but S11 and S12 especially—it would be hard to think up reasons for not keeping the baby. I think they are both a little unhinged and both would want to have a kid, even if it is an incest baby with possible genetic issues, or even weird magical baby because of their bloodline, and also possibly something their enemies could target. They have a stable home, albeit a weird one, which has created stability in their own lives, and they’re very much in their “we’re married brothers and committed to each other monogamously” era, so the arguments against keeping the baby become fewer and fewer, so it’s very easy for Dean to allow himself to have hope and go through with it. Sam would be very on board and very excited and attentive, but I think he would try and keep his enthusiasm under wraps a bit to cautiously suss out how Dean is feeling. Dean would be caught between a feeling of elation and absolutely terrified of what he is deciding to do, and constantly flip-flop between those emotions throughout the pregnancy. 

But on the opposite end of the spectrum, I think Dean getting pregnant in fraught time periods where their relationship is shaky also has the effect of fixing them. I am especially fond of it happening S4 and it derailing Ruby’s manipulations of Sam because he’s suddenly laser focused on Dean and both of them being hard to manipulate because they’re in their own little bubble (but I do think they end up killing Lilith and starting the apocalypse anyway, but more of a team effort because 1) Lilith is a threat and 2) they don’t know she’s the key to opening the cage). A pregnancy there has the added benefit of fixing some of their emotional issues because dean is constantly afraid that Sam just doesn’t want him around anymore and finds him useless and thinks he is damaged goods, while on the other hand it returns Sam’s focus back to the Dean who is in front of him, not the Dean he failed to save. During this era, I think Dean knows this is nuts and not a smart move at all, but he can’t let go of the smug satisfaction that at least he can do this still. 

Or on the flipside, a S9 pregnancy would be fascinating to deal with because of the messy emotions circulating that season, especially if it happens after Dean takes on the mark. They would both be in the middle of their cold emotional war, but this thing they’ve both secretly been wanting to happen for years—happens. I don’t think it’s an easy bandaid for their relationship and there would be a lot of snide comments and threats of abortion, but I think it would soften Sam faster to Dean than it takes in canon, and he wouldn’t help wanting to take care of him i.e. all the times he’s protective of him and saves him in S9 despite saying if the situations were reversed, he wouldn’t save Dean. I think Dean keeping the baby is interesting because I think it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense due to the situation, but oh, emotionally it makes sense. He wants to hold onto this thing that keeps making Sam pay attention to him and be kinder to him, but also he desperately wants to fix what was broken and while a baby is a terrible solution, it’s the only card he has to play at that moment. 

Dean choosing abortion would be a solo decision for the most part, which would happen during very dire circumstances and often a thing he would keep from Sam because telling Sam makes it very real and makes him reconsider everything. If he found out he was pregnant during S5, he would probably quietly take care of it (if it was post-S5, he would keep it as a “something to remember you by” trope) and never tell Sam what happened. I think miscarriages are more likely because they live a rough life and also they have a disdain for condoms and I doubt Dean is consistent with suppressants and/or birth control. I am also particularly enamoured with the idea of them having to make the hard decision to abort together because of timing not being right and Sam supporting Dean through the process. 

I have many other answers! If Dean got pregnant pre-Stanford and found out after Sam left, he is keeping that kid and pretending it happened from a one night stand, just so he can keep a little piece of Sam around. Sam would find out in S1 when Dean brings along a toddler with him to the pilot, which then becomes a season long push-pull dynamic to get Dean to admit the kid is Sam’s. If he got pregnant in a post-S15 AU, he would be very concerned with the viability of the pregnancy coming to term and very worried he just isn’t capable anymore because of his string of miscarriages and hard living, plus his age. I really love the idea of a fucked up pre-series pregnancy where Dean decides to be obstinate and keep it, and now Sam is a teen dad. But I could be here all day, so I’ll stop here… for now.

[trippiexlove]

Ch.19 - Serendipity

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Druitt POV

I leaned over the toilet as I emptied out the contents of my stomach. I've been feeling sick, but didn't feel like going to my Doctor.

Part of me was wondering if I had a stomach virus or if I could potentially be with child. I was scared of the last option for many reasons. 

I stood up and brush my teeth, freshening myself up. I decided I would just go to the store and just buy the very item I didn't want to.

I quickly changed into some biker shorts and tee, and headed out the door.

I made it to my nearest store and quickly make my way in. going down different isles before finding what I've been looking for. 

I grabbed it, and swiftly made my way to check out. I smiled at the lady as she checked me out and got my stuff and left. 

I arrived home and went upstairs to my bathroom taking the item out.

I was staring at it in disbelief, not sure how I got here. Sure I know how but I just couldn't believe I was in this situation. 

I shook my head putting it away "I am just tripping, there's no way I am fine" I shut the drawer and walked out the bathroom. As I walked out the bathroom I saw Jey calling me on FaceTime. I grabbed my phone quickly answering the call.

Once it connected I saw him in the car. "Hey beautiful" I smiled as he looked really handsome today.

"Hey main event, where you going?"

He leaned back further in his seat, driving with one hand "I am on my way to go pick up my son from practice."

"Tell Jeyce I am going to come to his next game"

"He's going to be excited, I couldn't keep him away from you last time you was here"

I smiled "Awe is somebody jealous" I teased with a smirk "you are going to have to learn to share me"

"The hell I am, you my woman, I don't share you with anybody" I laughed as he sent a glare towards me.

"It's ok babe, there's enough of me to go around"

"Only for me though" I saw him come to a stop and park. We talked for a few more minutes until I heard the car door open and saw Jeyce get in the car. 

He smiled when he seen me "Dru!"

"Hey Buddy!"

"Oh forget that I am here uce" Jey held a scowl on his face.

"Don't be a hater"

"Yeah dad, don't be a hater"

"Oh excuse me" Jey said in a offended tone.

"It's ok babe, Jeyce I will be at your next game"

His face lit up with excitement "Really?!"

"Yeah buddy, I will be there"

We all talked for a few more minutes until we hung up. I got up and walked into my bathroom again and looked at the item. I stared at it for a few minutes and just decided to put the item in my bag and take it with me when I leave.

The digital image of Jey's smiling face lingered on my phone screen for a moment after the call ended. A warmth spread through me, a familiar comfort that always seemed to ground me, even when my insides felt like they were doing somersaults. But as I placed the phone down, my gaze drifted back towards the bathroom door, the unopened box containing my potential reality sitting heavy in my mind.

A sigh escaped my lips. "Just tripping," I muttered again, the words sounding less convincing this time. My body had been throwing these curveballs for a week now – the nausea that would hit me out of nowhere, the strange fatigue that clung to me even after a full night's sleep. Ignoring it had been my strategy, a flimsy shield against the possibility that my life was about to take an unexpected turn.

But the insistent whispers of "what if" were growing louder, harder to ignore. Jey and I... we were good. Really good. He was my rock, my biggest supporter, and seeing him with Jeyce always melted my heart. The thought of adding another little one to our mix was both exhilarating and terrifying. We hadn't exactly been trying, but we hadn't been actively preventing it either. A casual conversation about maybe someday now echoed in my ears with a newfound urgency.

I wandered into the kitchen, aimlessly opening and closing the refrigerator door. Hunger pangs had been another unwelcome guest lately, followed by a strange aversion to some of my favorite foods. Just the thought of coffee made my stomach churn. It was all adding up, the puzzle pieces forming a picture I wasn't sure I was ready to see.

Finally, with a deep breath, I walked back upstairs. The small bag lay innocently on my dresser. I picked it up, the weight surprisingly significant in my hand. The plastic crinkled softly as I moved, the sound amplifying the internal debate raging within me.

"Okay, Druitt," I told myself, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. "Just... just take it. Get it over with. Then you'll know."

But the thought of facing that unknown alone in my bathroom felt daunting. What if it was positive? What would I do then? Who would I tell first? My mind raced, skipping from one anxious scenario to another.

That's when Trin popped into my head. My best friend, my confidante, the one person who always knew how to cut through my anxieties with a dose of reality and a whole lot of love. She would know what to do. She would be my rock in this moment of uncertainty.

A plan started to form. Trin was wrestling in a few days, a big match. I had to be there anyway, had a few segments planned. Maybe... maybe I could take the test there. With her. Having her support, her calm presence, would make this whole terrifying ordeal a little less lonely.

I nodded to myself, a sense of purpose settling within me. Yes. That's what I would do. I carefully placed the unopened box into my bag, tucked safely amongst my usual wrestling gear and water bottle. It felt like a secret, a heavy secret that I would carry with me to the arena.

Every little twinge, every fleeting wave of nausea, felt like a confirmation of my fears. I tried to distract myself, watching some mindless television, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the small box in my bag.

Getting to the arena wouldn't be about putting on an amazing show. It was about facing a potential truth, a truth that could change everything. And somehow, knowing Trin would be there, waiting in the wings, made the journey a little less daunting.

*Few Days Later*

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the urgency in my steps as I navigated the labyrinthine hallways of the arena. Each turn felt like a gamble, each face I passed a potential obstacle. The need to find Trin was a burning ember within me, a desperate plea for her steady presence in the face of the unknown. Finally, tucked away near a stack of lighting equipment, I spotted her familiar silhouette.

"Trin!" The sound tore from my throat, a ragged call that sliced through the backstage din. Her head snapped up, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in my near sprint towards her.

"What's up, champ?" she asked, her usual playful tone replaced with an edge of worry as she hopped down from the crate. Her hug was tight, grounding, but the anxiety churning inside me wouldn't be so easily soothed.

"Nothing much," I managed, my voice betraying the turmoil within. "Are you busy right now?" My grip on her hands was tighter than intended, a silent plea for her undivided attention.

"No, I'm not. You okay, Dru?" Her eyes searched mine, picking up on the frantic energy radiating off me. Without a word, I pulled her along, my feet knowing the way to the relative privacy of my locker room.

The click of the closing door amplified the sudden silence. I moved towards my bag, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. "Okay, so what's up, girl?" Trin's voice was soft now, laced with a gentle concern that both comforted and unnerved me.

"Well," I began, my fingers fumbling as I rummaged through my bag, avoiding her direct gaze. "You know we went on that vacation a month ago..."

"Yeah," she replied, her tone encouraging. "We had a blast. We need to book another girls' trip soon."

"Yes," I agreed, finally locating the small, tell-tale box. My hand trembled slightly as I held it, my gaze locking with hers. "Great time, great food, great drinks..." A nervous laugh escaped me. "...great sex."

Trin's eyebrows shot up, a slow smile spreading across her face before she caught the shift in my eyes. "Oh," she said slowly, the humor fading. "Okay. He definitely put it down. But... what's going on, Dru?" Her gaze was intense, waiting.

I held up the box, the stark white cardboard a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. Trin's breath hitched. Her eyes widened, her hand flying to cover her mouth, her expression a mixture of shock and dawning understanding. "Dru... no," she whispered, shaking her head slowly. "You think... you think you're pregnant?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears. "I mean... I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a week late. That's why... that's why I needed to see you. I've had it for a few days, but I'm scared to take it alone."

Trin's eyes softened with a fierce protectiveness. "Go ahead," she urged, her voice firm now. "Take it now. Right now." She gently steered me towards the bathroom, her hand a steady presence on my back.

The sterile white of the bathroom seemed to amplify my anxiety. The rustle of the packaging, the small plastic stick in my hand – each detail felt magnified, imbued with immense significance. I followed the instructions, my hands shaking so badly I almost dropped the test. Then, I stood there, the weight of the next few minutes pressing down on me, each breath a conscious effort.

My mind conjured a rapid-fire montage of possibilities: Jey's surprised face, his potential joy, the logistical nightmare of another child, the fear of somehow disrupting the beautiful balance we had found. The digital timer on the test ticked down with agonizing slowness, each passing second stretching into an eternity.

Finally, the faint beep echoed from the bathroom. My feet felt rooted to the floor. I couldn't bring myself to look. I opened the door, my eyes locked on Trin's face. "I can't," I choked out, backing away. "You look."

I retreated into the locker room, pacing a tight circle, my gaze fixed on the worn carpet. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, broken only by the frantic rhythm of my own breathing. I could hear the faint sounds of Trin moving in the bathroom, the soft rustle of plastic, the almost imperceptible click as she likely placed the test down.

The wait felt unbearable. Each passing moment amplified the suspense, the unknown hanging heavy in the air between us. Finally, the bathroom door creaked open. Trin stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable, her eyes holding a truth I both desperately wanted and desperately feared to see. The silence in the room intensified, every nerve in my body screaming for the answer etched on her face...

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Message in a Bottle

Felix x FemReader

Trigger Warnings: attempted kidnapping, light violence, fluff, protective SKZ, mentions of past abuse, current injury caused by non-skz members, Probably more

Word Count: 7.7K

Summary: You and Felix unknowingly become pen-pals, having talked now for three years you decide that you want to finally meet him. When he tells you who he is, you think that it’s a prank at first but he assures you that it’s not. What happens when you end up meeting. 

Screenshots: 8

photos not mine, except for texts screenshots. Credit goes to the photographers

Message In a Bottle - Taylor Swift (song I used as inspiration)

I had heard about people signing up to get pen-pals for months before I had decided to listen to my best friend and do it as well. He said that it would be good for me to have someone to talk to other than him, he didn’t want me to be lonely when he wasn’t able to talk for long periods of time. When I had been matched up with my pen-pal Felix, it was both the most exciting and most terrifying day I had experienced in a while. He was hesitant to tell me much about himself, not even actually going by his real name, rather going by YoungLix. It didn’t make much sense to me but I didn’t question it because I was sure there was a reason behind it. I had found out that he was living in South Korea but was originally from Sydney Australia, which funny enough also happened to be where I was from as well. When I first started talking to Felix, I told my best friend Chan all about it. At first he was super excited for me but the more I described what I knew about my pen-pal the more he became quiet and responded with short answers. I wasn’t sure what the problem was but I never tried to push it, and he never brought it up. After a year of talking to Felix, I could tell that I was falling for him but I knew that there was no chance that he felt the same for me so I forced myself to move on from him, even though a part of me still liked him. 

Present:

A part of me always wanted to know what Felix looked like but I knew that he would never reveal what he looked like to me or who he was. I didn’t know if it was out of fear or out of lack of trust. The other part of me was glad that he didn’t want to because it was hard for me to trust men after what happened with my ex, the only man that I can trust is Chan. If it weren’t for him, I truly do not think that I would be alive right now. He wants me to ask Felix to meet but I can't. I can't face rejection and I can’t face the possibility that he might actually want to meet. I don’t know why he’s so adamant that I meet Felix. Yes, Felix is a sweetheart through and through but nothing could possibly come of it because he doesn’t see me that way. Just as I get too much into my head, I hear my phone go off with a notification that I have a text message, a text message from Felix.

 

Felix’s POV: 

I knew that I should have told y/n that I knew who she was, I knew when Chan had shown me a picture of his childhood best friend. I was slightly scared to tell her because I didn’t want her to stop talking to me because she thought that I had hidden this from her, it’s not that I had wanted to hide it from her. When I had revealed it to Chan that I knew who she was and that I had been paired up with her as her pen-pal, he had told me that she was in a relationship, so I didn’t tell her then as to not make that more complicated for her, but then Chan mentioned that her relationship ended but on bad terms. He wouldn’t go into detail about it but I knew that it was bad, he told me that it wasn’t his place to explain the details and that it was up to her to reveal those details when she was ready. He knows how I feel about her, he knows that I am head over heels for her and that I want nothing more than to love her, but he also knows that she is terrified and might not accept another relationship. It hurts that he thinks she might not want a relationship with me but I want to hold onto the hope that one day she will. 

Your POV: 

I want to meet Felix but part of me is scared to even ask if he’d be willing to meet. What if he says no, and then I have to live with the fact that the only other person other than my ex that I have ever wanted doesn’t even want to meet me. Ever since my ex, I know that I am insecure and I know that I still have a lot of healing to do, but I want to be able to do that healing with Felix. I don’t even know how to explain the way that he makes me feel, the warm fluffy feeling he gives me whenever he texts me and calls me sunshine. That nickname all started one day when I had complained that I felt like I had no one and was super sad, so he told me that if I felt like I had no one I could be his someone and be his sunshine. I knew that he was only telling me that to make me feel better but the nickname stuck and since then for the last two years he’s called me his sunshine. I want to be his sunshine in person, I want to be his girlfriend and be with him and travel with him and just be there for him. I want to take that leap and trust him. 

I’m not sure how to respond to that so I decide that for right now I don’t need to. I don’t know how to dress or act anymore around someone who isn’t Chan. I haven’t been on a date or even out with anyone in a year and a half since things ended with my ex. While I had known Felix for three years, we had never called and he had never shared a photo of himself but I had shown him one photo of myself after he had practically begged me to. I knew that I needed Chan's input on what to do and how I should approach this. 

Felix’s POV: 

I was in the practice room going over my solo for what felt like the hundredth time, I knew it like the back of my hand but I wanted it to be perfect for STAY because I knew that there could always be improvements made for it. I was so into my practice that I didn’t hear the door open, I damn near jumped out of my skin when I looked in the mirror and saw that Chan was standing by the door. He had to take about five minutes to calm himself down from laughing so hard when he watched me jump from scaring me. I glared at him while waiting for him to stop laughing at me. 

“Channie Hyung, what are you doing here?”

“I hear that you will be meeting y/n finally.” “Yea, when we are in Australia, I will be taking her out to dinner.” “Felix, you need to tell her who you are before that. That you know who I am, don’t surprise her the day of because she will run off.” “Why?”

“She has had a hard life, her past has not been kind to her and the moment she is scared she will run as a defense mechanism. She wants to heal and be happy, but she doesn’t know how to without being scared.” “What happened to her?”

“I’m starting to realise that she’s not going to tell you on her own, Felix.” 

“It’s bad isn’t it.” “Yea it is, do you remember when I had to take that short leave around a year and a half ago and I went back home for a month?” “Yeah? You said that there was a family emergency.” “While that is partly true, it wasn’t biological family that had the emergency.” “It was yn.”

“Yes.”

“Chris, what happened that caused you to go home for a month.” “Y/n’s ex, was very abusive and controlling, 

Chris’s Pov: 

I had gotten a call from y/n asking me for help saying that she wanted to leave her ex because he had been controlling her and had started hitting her. She was scared that it was going to get worse and if she didn’t leave him soon, he was going to cause her even more harm than he already had. I immediately talked to JYP and explained that there was a family emergency that required my attention and that I needed to be home for a month at least. I was thankful that he gave me the month off and that I was able to go home and help her. 

When I got to Australia, I immediately started helping y/n slowly and secretly pack up her essentials, things that she would need. I knew that I would be able to replace her other things that she couldn’t take with her. She was terrified that if she took too many things that he would be able to tell that she was planning on leaving and he would try to stop her. So together we only packed a few of her favorite clothing items, her memorabilia and the stuffed animals that she had collected over the years. Slowly moving them into a new apartments closer to my parents place, so that she would have someone near her that she knew. My parents wanted her to live with them but she didn’t want to burden them, even when they insisted she refused. It broke my parents hearts that she was going through this because y/n was like another daughter to them, after y/n’s parents died my parent’s helped raise her and her older brother until he had joined the military. That’s how y/n and I had become best friends, through her older brother, the three of us were like three peas in a pod. We were inseparable, always together. Her brother had always wanted to join the military and he did, but a year after I had debuted he was killed in action, leaving y/n completely alone and it killed me that I couldn’t be here for her, thankfully Hanah took over my job as best friend and helped keep her happy. 

The night that everything was supposed to happen, y/n’s ex was supposed to be at work but he had come home early and had caught y/n when she was trying to leave. He had prevented her from leaving, pinning her to the ground by her throat, it was a miracle that she was able to place a call out to me. When I answered the phone all I could hear was her struggling, I knew that she needed help. I don’t know how many traffic laws I broke trying to get to her old apartment so that I could help her. I beat the police there, when I got there I found y/n unconscious on the ground with her ex above her. All I saw was red, I ripped him off of her, I knew that I still needed to protect my idol image so I kept him away from her until the police arrived and took him away. I was able to ride with her to the hospital and stay until she woke up. 

When she woke up, she wouldn’t let anyone near her, not even me. It broke me that she had lost trust in everyone around her. She wouldn’t talk about what had happened with her ex before she had called me and before I had arrived but by what I could piece together I knew that it wasn’t good. I stayed with her for as long as I could until I had to go back to Korea. My parents and Hanah continued to stay with her and help her while she recovered. 

Felix’s POV:

“Wow, Chan I had no idea that she had been through that much.” “She doesn’t talk about it much. I know that it still affects her a lot.” “I’ll make sure to talk to her as soon as possible. I don’t want to scare her off. I want her to feel safe and comfortable with me.” “I’m really glad to hear that.” “I care about her a lot Chan.” “I know she doesn’t say it but she cares about you as well.” “You really think so?” “I know so Felix.”

“Chan, I know that I have never spoken to her over the phone other than text, I have never seen her in person, but I know that I love her.” “If you give her time, I know that she could love you to Felix.”

With that I have the hope that one day y/n might be able to love me in the way that I love her. If I give her time and show her that I am not like her ex and will never be like her ex, she might learn to love me. With a smile on my face I continue to practice my solo stage with a new found vigor and happiness. Chan left me to continue to practice, if I had looked in the mirror I would have seen him watching me with a smile, knowing that two of his best friends were slowly finding their way towards happiness. 

Your POV:

It had been a horrible day at work, my boss was an ass and a creep. Not leaving me alone no matter what I said or did to try and get him to leave me alone. Not even pretending that I had a boyfriend would get him to leave me alone, he just said that if I had a boyfriend why did he never hear anything about it and why did he never see him around at work events where other partners were invited. I wanted to report him to hr but he was the head boss's son and I knew that all he would get was a slap on the wrist, and the worst I could get was actually fired. If I waited just one more week I would get to see Crhis and finally meet Felix. He had made sure to text me every day and he was always so sweet to me. I sadly hadn’t heard much from him today but at the same time I was pretty busy myself and if I had been able to respond I knew that I wouldn’t have been very good company.  When I did finally receive his text, it definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. I didn’t know whether I should be scared or excited at what he was asking. 

I expect him to not call me, thinking that it’s a prank but instead my phone screen lights up with his caller id. I pick up, thinking that he’s not going to say anything but before I can say anything I can hear him begging me to not hang up and to let him explain his reasoning behind not telling me right away that he did know who I was. 

“Y/n, before you hang up on me. Please let me explain.” I hear Felix’s deep voice beg.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you knew who I was and that you knew Chris?” “I didn’t want to scare you off. I was scared that if I told you I knew, that you would get scared.” “I guess that’s fair, after what’s happened to me.” “I didn’t mean to keep it from you for so long.” “Did you think that I would have been mad that you were also Chan’s friend and a part of Stray Kids?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want you to stop talking to me. You mean too much for me to lose.” “Don’t ever tell Chris that I told you this, but you have always been my bias in Stray Kids.”

“You’re joking.” “Nope.” I laugh out.

I don’t know how long we spent on the phone together, all I know is that when I woke up the next morning we were still on the call together. I could hear movement on his end. I don’t know why he didn’t end up hanging up but a part of me was thankful that he didn’t, it was nice to know that he wanted to stay on the phone even when there wasn’t any conversation happening. I didn’t want him to continue to think that I was still asleep, so I made sure to let him know that I was awake.

“Good morning Felix, I hope you slept well.” “Jesus, y/n. Give a man a warning before you scare the living shit out of him.” “I’m sorry. To be honest though, I thought you would have hung up last night when I fell asleep.” “You asked me not to.”

“I did?” “Yeah, do you not remember?” “No, I don’t. But you could have once I was asleep. I was probably sleep deprived and not thinking.” “Y/n, it’s ok. I didn’t mind being on the phone the entire night as you slept. It was actually quite refreshing having someone there even if it wasn’t physically.” “Well I’m glad that I could help.” “I honestly wouldn’t mind doing that more often.”

“We could probably manage to make a habit of it.” “We can talk about it more tonight, sadly I have to go. Seungmin is getting impatient and doesn’t want to be late to recording today.”

“Go, I don’t want you to be late.” “It would be worth it for you.” “Felix, go. Don’t be late.” “Fine, fine. I’ll talk to you tonight.”

Before I can respond he hung up and I’m left on my own. I can’t believe that I have inadvertently known who my pen-pal is this whole time. I know that all of Chan’s member’s from his group are super nice and super sweet and caring, so I know that there is nothing to worry about when it comes to Felix. It still doesn’t stop the subconscious fear that something bad will happen. 

Night of Concert: 

I thought that I would be meeting Felix for the first time in person before the concert but their schedule unfortunately didn’t allow him time until after their concert. He assured me time and time again that if I was uncomfortable he would stay away and just let me spend tonight with Chan but I wanted to also spend time with him. I knew that he wouldn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable. Chan knew that I wouldn’t be comfortable out in the crowd so when I arrived at the venue he had security meet me out in the back and walk me back to where the boys were. Before the person that I saw before the concert was Chan, I couldn’t get over the fact of how different he looked from the last time I had seen him.

Watching them perform and the energy that they have was out of this world, just from watching them you could tell that they love their fans and want to do whatever they can to make them happy. I admire them so much for what they are able to do and how much they are able to push themselves. 

After the Concert:

I wasn’t entirely sure where I was supposed to meet Chan and the rest of the boys after the concert so I just waited by the side of the stage, waiting while they all said their goodbyes to Stay. I wasn’t paying full attention to my surroundings because for once I felt that I was safe and that nothing would happen to me with Chan right there, only a few feet from me. I was watching, waiting for them to step off the stage when I felt a rough hand grasp my upper arm, and begin to drag me away from the side of the stage. 

“I don’t know how you managed to get backstage but you aren’t supposed to be back here.” the person said, I presumed he was a security guard that hadn’t been informed that I had clearance to be back here. 

“Ow, please let go of me. I have permission to be back here. I’m friends with Chan. He got me back here himself.” 

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” “I’m telling the truth, if you just wait for him to come off stage he’ll tell you.” “I’m not going to wait and allow you to get close to them.” At this I begin to panic. I didn’t know how much longer they were going to be on stage and I didn’t see any of the other staff around who were there before the show. 

“Please, let go of me.” “Not gonna happen.” I try to pull my arm free from him, but his grip tightens on my arm. I cry out in pain and my mind goes into overdrive, I panic and blackout. 

Felix’s POV: 

Throughout the entire show I could see that y/n had been just off to the side of the stage, she seemed to be really enjoying herself and that made me really happy. I was excited to finally get to meet her, and not just over the phone but we had to close out the show first. Every once in a while throughout the entire show I would look over to her and just seeing the excitement and joy on her face made me even more energetic and as much as I didn’t want to admit it I wanted the show to be over so that I could see her. 

As the show was closing, I looked over one last time and saw that she was no longer by the side of the stage. As I looked around for her, I saw that she was getting dragged away by a security guard. I could see the panic on her face and I could feel the panic begin to rise in myself. At this point I really didn’t care what management said or did, all I knew was that I needed to help her and quickly. I ran over to Chan, tapped his shoulder, pointed at her and before he could even respond I was running off the stage towards her and the security guard. 

“Stop! What are you doing?” I yell as I get closer to them, at this point y/n has seemed to shut down and curled in on herself.

“She’s a fan that managed to get backstage, I’m removing her from the facility.” The security guard tried to explain. He seemed annoyed that I was preventing him from doing so.

“No she’s not, she is a guest of both Chan and I.”

“Her? You don’t need to pretend just so a fan doesn’t get in trouble.” “Lixie, p-please help.” Y/n finally speaks, the fear in her voice snaps something in me.

“I need you to let go of her now. Especially if you want to keep your job, she is my guest and I do not take kindly to my guest being treated this way.” I start to get angry when he refuses to remove his hand from her arm.

“Felix, what’s happening?” I hear Chan call out from behind me as he and the rest of the group run up. I can see the anger form in Chan’s eyes the moment he sees what’s happening. 

“Sir, I suggest you let go of y/n. Like now.” I.N says from behind Chan and I. I take a step towards the guard but he still refuses to let go of her. That’s when I realize, why is he so adamant about not letting her go? “You aren’t actually a part of our staff are you?” I ask, my blood running cold.

“What are you talking about? Of course I am.” The security guard stutters out. 

“If you are, then let go of her. She is our guest, she has prior permission from both management and JYP himself to be back here. So there is no reason that you should have any issues letting her go.” Chan continues to try to get him to let her go, while he distracts the security guard. I motioned for Han and Changbin to go find another security guard. 

“Who are you?” The security guard comes rushing up with Han and Changbin, that’s when all of us realize that he in fact was not part of our staff. 

“Just stay back and no one has to get hurt.” He jerks y/n up, she cries out in pain. Chan seems to freeze, almost knowing what’s happening now. 

“Let her go. How much is he paying you to do this?” Chan questions.

“Enough that I’m willing to risk my freedom.” The false security guard responds. At Chan’s question, I realize that it’s her ex that’s behind this. I tap Changbin, trying to tell him that I want him to go with me and get behind the guy, without him realizing that we both have moved. 

As Chan and the rest of the members continue to distract the guy and try to get him to release y/n. Changbin and I slowly move so that we are behind the guy, I can’t see what’s happening in front of him anymore but I trust that the rest of the guys will be able to keep things under control until Changbin and I can execute our plan. I don’t know if Chan and y/n have like some secret language but I see y/n duck down and Changbin takes this as his chance to put the false security guard in a headlock, allowing our security to get to the guy while both Chan and I rushed towards y/n. Both he and I could tell that she was in shock and needed to be removed from the situation as soon as possible. Chan gave me one look and nodded. I knew that he wanted me to take y/n away from here, bring her back to our changing room and wait for them until everything was settled. 

I swept in and scooped y/n up, carrying her to where our dressing room was. I could feel her wrap herself around me the best she could with the way that I was carrying her, her grip on me tight but not enough to cause me any pain or discomfort. I tightened my grip on her, letting her know that I was there and that I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. I saw one of our staff members rushing around packing things up from the concert, completely unaware of what had happened. I knew that y/n’s arm was going to be bruised so I called out and asked for ice. I was in the room and the door was shut before I could hear a response from the staff member. 

“L-lixie. P-please d-don’t let g-go o-of me.” I hear y/n stutter out when we get into the room. I don’t know entirely why she trusts me so much without having actually met me in person but at this point in time I’m really glad that she does. 

“I won’t, I promise.” I walk over to the couch, sitting down with her still in my arms.

“Thank you, thank you for finding me before he got me out of the arena.” “Y/n, I will always find you.”

“Do you really mean that?” She almost seems scared of my answer.

“Yes, I will always and I mean always find you when you need me, and I will always be here even when you don’t need me.” “Why, why though?”

“Because, that’s what you do for people that you care about. And I care a lot about you.” “I care about you too Felix.” She responds before cuddling further into me.

Your POV:

I don’t know how long it was before the rest of the guys came into the room, but I must have fallen asleep because I can feel Felix shake me awake at some point. When I finally wake up, I feel something cold press into my arm and when I look down I notice that Felix is holding an ice pack to my arm where the security guard had grabbed. As I look around the room, I notice that the rest of the guys are quietly talking amongst each other while Chan and Felix are talking next to me. I can’t put together exactly what they are saying but when I finally am able to wake up fully, I try to move off of Felix’s lap but he tightens his grip on me, preventing me from getting off him. 

“Stay, it’s ok.” He whispers in my ear.

“How long was I out for?” I ask quietly, a little embarrassed that I had fallen asleep. 

“Not long, maybe 20 minutes at most.” “I’m sorry that I fell asleep and kept you all waiting.”

“Hey, sunshine don’t worry about it.” Felix responded before anyone else could.

“It’s nice to finally get to meet the famous y/n that Channie Hyung always talks about.” Han interrupts before anyone can say anything.

“Yea! It’s nice to finally put a face to the name that we’ve all heard so many good things about.” Hyunjin adds, smiling lightly at me. 

“It’s really nice to meet all of you as well.” “Well, I assume that we all don’t want to stay at the venue any longer than we have to. Y/n I know it’s kind of a long drive back to your place. Did you make sleeping arrangements?” Chan asks me as the rest of the guys but Felix got up to go change. 

“Um, no I didn’t. I was just going to drive back tonight.” “Yea no, not gonna happen.”

“Channie Hyung, I don’t mind sleeping on the couch for the night. I have my own room at the virbo we are staying at and she can stay there for the night.” I.N announces out of nowhere, all of us not realizing that he had come back into the room.

“Are you ok with that y/n?” 

“Yea, I am.”

Later that Night: 

When we all got to the Virbo, I wanted to go to sleep but at the same time I wanted to get to know the guys as well a little bit. It was hard to decide what I wanted to do, I decided that it was late and I wanted to sleep. I knew that the others would understand and be ok with talking in the morning. I follow Felix up to what originally would be I.N’s room, the bed is big and I’m starting to realize that I won’t be as comfortable as I originally thought. 

“F-felix. Could you stay just until I fall asleep? Please?”

“Of course.” 

I lay down under the covers, Felix starts to lay down on top of them but I don’t want him to be cold or uncomfortable while waiting for me to fall asleep because I don’t know how long it’ll take me. He gives me a questioning look before I nod again, hinting that I am ok with him laying under the covers with me. Once he’s under with me, I cuddle up to him, shocking both of us. I haven’t felt this comfortable with anyone except for Chan since my ex, but I’m glad that I feel comfortable with him. I want to feel comfortable with him. I don’t know how long we just lay there, enjoying each other’s presence, but before we both know it we both fall asleep.

Chan’s POV: 

I was looking for Felix, looking on the couch but I couldn’t find him. I had no idea where he was but I wanted to thank him for being so helpful tonight with the whole y/n situation. Finding out that her ex had paid someone to take her scared the crap out of me, I didn’t know what he had planned for her but I knew that in the morning we needed to contact the police. I knew that it should have been done tonight but I couldn’t force even more stress on her, our security had the fake security in custody and would take him to the police station in the morning. I went to the room where Innie was supposed to be staying, the door was slightly open but I heard no movement or sounds coming from within, so I gently nudged the door open. When I looked in, I saw that y/n and Felix were both fast asleep holding onto each other for dear life. I didn’t have the heart to wake Felix up and have him move to the couch, if y/n was comfortable with him being here while she slept then I would let them be. 

Y/n was like a little sister to me, I would do anything to see her happy and seeing the way that she’s so comfortable with Felix even after only having met him in person just tonight, I’m glad that she’s happy. I know that he would never do anything to make her uncomfortable, I know that he’ll treat her right when the time comes and she accepts her feelings for him. I decide to leave them alone, shutting the door behind me. 

Y/n’s POV (The Next Morning): 

When I wake up, it takes me a minute to remember that I’m not at home and that I’m actually at the Virbo with Chan, Felix and the rest of the guys. I go to get up but I hear a grumble from behind me and feel arms tighten around my middle. I momentarily panic before I remember that Felix had laid down with me and he must have fallen asleep with me. I decide to say screw it and turn in his arms. I slowly turn until I am facing him, even in his sleep he looks like an angel. I cuddle further into him, letting his arms wrap around me even more. I have never felt this warm and protected, I don’t ever want this feeling to go away. 

“Good morning Sunshine.” Felix’s deep voice momentarily shocks me, forgetting how deep it can actually go.

“Good morning Lixie.”

“How did you sleep? I’m sorry that I fell asleep in here. I swear I meant to move out to the couch.”

“Lixie, it’s ok. If I’m being honest I’m glad that you didn’t go out to the couch. This might be some of the best sleep that I have gotten in a long time.” “Well, in that case I’m glad that I could be of assistance.”

Neither of us continue to talk, I just continue to look up at him and watch as he slowly wakes up. Before I can overthink it or stop myself from doing so, I lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek. I wanted to kiss his lips, they looked so soft and kissable but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by doing that. 

“What was that for?” Felix asks me out of shock.

“My way of saying thank you, again.”

“You really don’t need to thank me y/n.”

“But I want to. You didn’t have to stay in here with me until I fell asleep and you didn’t have to help last night.”

“Of course I would help you. Without hesitation.”

I don’t know how to respond to that so I just cuddle further into him, but he doesn’t let that go on for very long. I feel his hand under my chin, slowly forcing me to look up at him. When I look at him, I can see him looking between my eyes and my lips. I know what he wants to do but he won't unless I give him permission to, I decide that I’m going to make the decision for him. I lean into him and slowly press my lips to his, giving him the chance to pull away if I misread the signals. I hear his breath hitch before he deepens the kiss, pulling me into him more than I already was. The kiss doesn’t last very long before both of us are pulling away, we both are blushing as we look at each other. 

“Wow.” I whisper.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again.” Felix jests with me.

“I wouldn’t either.”

“We should probably get up before the others come barging in here.”

“You’re probably right.”

Felix and I talked to the staff, I knew that they had more SKZ Code to film but they were fine with me staying as long as I stayed out of the way and out of view of the camera. I was fine with that, I want to see what they boys were like when filming and their whole process. After they finished filming Chan had pulled me aside and explained that we still needed to talk to the police about what had happened with the fake security guard and how he was hired by my ex. When the police found out that my ex was behind the false security guard trying to kidnap me they immediately went after him and with the help of Chan and the rest of the guys they were able to arrest him. I knew for now that I was safe and that I didn’t have to worry about my ex trying anything. 

Felix and I had wandered off from the rest of the group, not letting anyone know that we had left. We both knew that we should have but we didn’t even think about it, we just wanted to spend time together before he had to go back to Korea. I wanted to go with him, I didn’t want to stay in Australia while he was in Korea but I knew that moving now would be unreasonable. We continued to walk, not really caring where we were going, before we knew it we had ended up on the beach. 

“I don’t want to leave, I just got you.” Felix whispered as he stopped walking, pulling me into him.

“I don’t want you to go either, but I can’t keep you here.” “When the tour ends, I want you to come visit me in Korea.”

“But that’s not until almost August. It’s only December, I don’t want to have to wait that long to see you again.”

“Then come with me, on the American leg of the tour.” “Would that even be allowed?”

“I’ll make sure that it gets cleared, I know it’ll be a minute but the American leg starts in May.” “So I won't see you for 5 months?”

“Not at all, whenever I have free time between schedules I will come here and visit you. I want to make this work.”

“I want to make it work as well. I don’t want to lose this opportunity with you.”

He pulls me into him, pulling me to stand in front of him while we watch the sun begin to set. Neither of us had even realized that it was anywhere close to being sunset, but we didn’t care. We wanted to wait until it had fully set, we were both shocked out of the moment by Felix’s phone ringing. It was Chan calling, panicking when he couldn’t find us. It was nice to know that Chan was so accepting of the fact that Felix and I were together now and that he was also happy for us. 

When we arrived back at the Virbo, it was pure chaos. Han and Minho were picking on Innie, Chan was just watching it all unfold not really trying to stop it but also prepared to step in if need be. When Felix and I walked in, hand in hand all of the chaos stopped. Half of the guys couldn’t seem to pick their jaws up off the floor while the other half seemed to know that this was inevitable. 

“Nice to see that you two are finally together.” Hyunjin comments from his spot on the couch.

“Thanks Hyune.” Felix comment’s as he pulls me into him.

“Took you long enough to confess to her.” Chan jests with Felix, must have known how long Felix liked me.

“I’m glad that he finally did.” I responded.

“Channie Hyung, will you talk to JYP about her joining us on the American leg of the tour?”

“Of course, that would be so much fun to have her join.”

Knowing that Chan was going to talk to JYP and see about getting me to join them on the tour gave me hope, hope that I wouldn’t have to be away from Felix as much as I thought. Knowing that he wanted me with him as well gave me the hope that JYP will say yes. I know with the support of both Felix and the rest of the group, things will be ok because I know that they won’t let anything happen to me. 

[fishpout]

Okay, so like for the past 19 days I have been unable to draw or do anything productive really but that's because I have been working on a LONGAN DRAGON COOKIE PLUSHIE!!

!!! AND THEYRE DONE NOW

please just look at them for a second. Look into those badly sewn eyes. Do you feel sympathy, love, or hatred? You should! Feel at least one of those idk.

Something about the eyes makes me laugh because they're so pathetic looking...

(more photos below + long discussion/breakdown on sewing this as an almost complete beginner)

This was like definitely top 10 on the "things you dont try to attempt as someone who has only sewn 4 plushies before" list 😭 But the good news is that I was able to make their clothes 100% removable (they're a dress up doll now >:D) including accessories!! (I'll probably try to see if I can get any doll clothes to fit them soon. )

I attempted to make it as game accurate as possible but uhh their clothing was NOT designed to be brought into the third dimension at all.

Their gem, a bit wonky because i didn't really sew it right, is attached via a small button the back, which goes underneath the hood and clips onto itself:

I wasn't able to add some of their cooler armor sadly :( I LOVE ALL THE GOLD BUT ITS SO STUPIDLY HARD TO TRY AND ATTACH???? While I could have tried to sew it onto their robes, I didn't really want to be forced to wash the gold with the white in case it ever needed to be cleaned.

I did end up adding a cheap real ring as an accessory (from TJ max) because it was too big to fit onto my fingers. I think it looks cute + makes up a little bit for the lack of armor :3

I'm not really sure how many people have tried to make cookie run characters in real life, but has anyone noticed they have the vastly different proportions than most other chibi patterns available? Their limbs are thinner and longer urgh. Anyways because of this I used a base head pattern from a pre-existing pattern but I had to MAKE MY OWN BODY PATTERN!!! Which is both exciting and a bit terrifying as a complete beginner 😭, but I wanted to at least try to make it similar to the game!

Again I am NOT experienced in sewing AT all. I have made 4 plushies total WITH PREMADE PATTERNS and I have no sewing machine! I have never, ever, even attempted a body pattern before.

So here's the various problems I encountered while making this plush:

#1: The pattern for the body had to be continually readjusted because of how big the head is! Seriously the body has to be so small compared to it, but not too skinny otherwise it looked like a glorified skeleton. I ended up looking at a bunch of anatomy guides for CROB and CRK.

(This is a test piece that I pinned together and it looks utterly horrifying. I went back in after this to adjust the seam allowance to be thicker 💀)

#2: I decided that I was going to add all my HCs to this design, which included gradient limbs! That sounds great, right? While it looks cool (if they're not wearing clothes) it required SO MUCH EXTRA SEWING. I am happy with the result but wow, lots of sewing and confusion.

( These are the arms sewn together with their respective colors, but not fully assembled yet. There was the front piece + back piece which both needed the gradient.)

#3: I uh, made their head a bit asymmetrical... I was still getting used to cutting minky (as I'd only ever used fleece before) with my dull little scissors and got stuck with a face thats a little bit wonky. They're still cute... I think?

( I am really sad I wasn't able to make the black portion of their markings as pointy as they are in game :( but I was literally struggling so bad at this point that I couldn't cut anything evenly.)

#4: Okay this one wasn't on me but why do they not have like a canon haircut, Devsisters? In their default outfit I literally cannot figure out what kinda haircut is going on there 😭 I gave them similar hair to their costume (Emperor of Eternal Paradise,) but with some minor alterations (it looks like they have mini goat ears and I find it adorable)

(This isn't really a complaint about sewing as it is about the fact I just found it really confusing.)

OKAY PATTERN COMPLAINTS OVER!!! NOW FOR RANDOM DETAILS TIME:

the random detail is them laying down dead.

Actually I wanted to make their horn a lot longer (as shown in game) but discovered I HATE sewing this long ass branch. And I was still trying to factor in how comfortable they'll be to hold. Uh. So yeah, no giant branch. BUT THERE IS A MINI ONE!! And maaaybe at some point I'll extend it to look similar to the massive outreaching stems.

The ring isn't actually holding it in place, but if you have a ring and place it there it just looks super cute. The actual pieces are sewn together around where the ring is.

Their actual horn is attached to the forehead while the larger one(branch?) is secured onto the back of the head with a small stich. The rest of it is free floating and can be flicked around like a tail and flops around when moved :D

Another detail is their helmet... which isnt attached very securely 😭

(looks like a banana peel)

Its attached with a stretchy piece of fabric i had laying around and (badly) stitched in place around the edge so I could slide it around their hair a little bit. I had to tuck the front part INTO their bangs in order for it to stay upright. The helmet itself is the yellow minky fabric + some off white felt in order to make it stiff enough to hold its shape :D

ANOTHER FUNFACT, THEY ARE ACTUALLY LIFE SIZE. ISH. Actually they're a bit larger than life. IIRC Longan is like 21cm or 8~ inches irl, and this plush is a bit over 11 inches 😭 (excluding the horns, w the horns they're over a foot in height.)

IDK IF ANYONE WILL READ THIS BUT I AM ACTUALLY HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT!! Despite the uh troubles and lots of confusion, they're super super cute and I hope to continue to improve if I make another plush. :D

Honestly I made this out of complete love and admiration for Longan. They're so evil but not in the way you'd think. They're extremely morally reprehensible but still care for the other dragons, yet their love comes off so twisted and manipulative/controlling to the point of violence. Such an interesting creature, I'd love to hit them continually with a table at some point. Im just really REALLY not ready for what will happen to them.... oh my sweet(?!) creature.

(I'm actually a bit anxious posting this since I know they look a bit awkward, but hopefully it just adds to their cuteness factor...?!?!)