#i love all of the bunnies but opted for this one because she's wearing a beret 🥺

[venusmoon]

after a LOT of thinking i have finally selected my favorite jellycat plushies! :-)

[apple-salad]

Rose Ribbon Embroidery "Mini" Projects (for BABY NYFW) Part 2: Embroidered Bonnet

I decided semi-last minute to attend BABY's fashion show at NYFW!

BABY had mentioned in their NYFW brand description that their newest collection would be a return to their origins, as well as presenting archival items.

You have to dress to impress for NYFW, right? So of course, I had to pull out all the stops and wear my Rose Ribbon Embroidery.

Also at the last minute, I decided to make a few extra complementing items...

A matching RRE kumya JSK, and a bonnet.

What follows is more of a sew-along/journal rather than a tutorial or guide, mainly for my own memory's sake. But if you enjoy looking at my process (sometimes sloppy), I'm happy!

Also feel free to take a look at the more romantic process video I edited.

Part 1: Kumya JSK

Part 2: Bonnet (you are here)

This post will be my process pictures and notes for the bonnet, as well as a matching mask as a bonus.

I don't believe BABY released matching headwear for Rose Ribbon Embroidery, although I've seen an unknown velveteen headbow with rose lace sold with RRE before.

BABY usually coords RRE with the bunny ear bonnet since Ichigo wears it this way in Kamikaze Girls.

I do own this because I wanted to wear an Ichigo-like outfit at some point, but for this occasion I decided to do something different and make a "matching" embroidered bonnet.

I originally wanted to make a hard bonnet with a very defined brim that could show off the embroidery clearly as I don't really like soft bonnets, but when looking at existing BABY bonnets as a reference, it doesn't look like hard bonnets were a thing back in 2004 (and as it is, BABY rarely releases hard bonnets). So to keep with the oldschool theme, the bonnet is a soft one, although I later make some decisions to make it slightly more structured.

The next decision to make was full bonnet vs half bonnet. The bunny ear bonnet is a full bonnet and I think this is technically more "period accurate", but I am not a fan of how they look like a weird hood from the back so I opted for half (plus, that makes construction and patterning easier for me).

I still used my own bunny ear bonnet as a reference for approximate brim dimensions!

The kumya JSK was a little easier to carelessly sketch out and embroider since I was copying 1:1 from an existing design, but I felt I needed to do at least a bit more careful planning for the embroidery on this. I'm quite bad at creating embroidery designs from scratch, but with the mental image of the rose clusters and swags of vine, as well as referencing the embroidery from the film, I came up with this:

I wanted to emulate the embroidery style of the Momoko's (well, in reality likely the embroidery designer Onoe Megumi--unclear if she did the actual embroidery, but it's likely) embroidery, which I figured wouldn't be too difficult if I was also embroidering by hand.

For material, I am using the same velveteen I used for kumya's JSK. Not my first choice and I actually purchased some thicker looking 100% cotton velvet that I thought would be more similar to the original JSK material, but was worried it wouldn't arrive in time and wanted this project out of the way in case things went wrong/took longer than I expected (it did arrive about a week before the event, but it was totally wrong IRL so I'm glad I just went with this acceptable option). I also bought some more torchon lace, so I used that and another lace from my stash.

The colours of the embroidery in the film also seem to be quite different than BABY's dress. I'm not sure if the pink of the roses has faded over the years, but it has a slight salmon tone whereas the film's roses seem to be more of a pale cool/neutral pink (hard to tell with the yellow tint of the entire film) with some variegation. I love the colour scheme of the film's embroidery, but to keep things coordinated I try to opt for the same colours as the actual dress I have.

I only have white silk ribbon in the width I wanted, so I opted to attempt to dye it to match. Previously I have used alcohol markers to colour the embroidery afterwards, but I find the colour hard to control and it tends to bleed into the fabric. I've also tried colouring the ribbon with the marker before embroidering, but without heat setting the colour transfers onto the fabric as well (and it seems like trying to do so with the amount of ribbon I need would be a waste of ink).

I don't have a lot of experience with it, but since the ribbon is silk, acid dyeing seemed like the way to go.

Very interesting photo of ribbon in pot (the pink ribbon gets eaten up by pinwheel roses much faster than I expected so this is the second batch I had to dye--not ideal as they are definitely slightly different in colour but it's not too noticeable). In total, I think I had to dye 3 batches of ribbon and 4 for the pink ribbon as I just barely ran out near the end, and they are all slightly different colours. Thankfully the undertone is the same so it's difficult to tell unless you are really comparing up close.

I thought I would take this opportunity to use the "peach" acid dye that I bought years ago for another project, but this ended up being a mistake as the colour was totally off (maybe the red dye was too expired). I ended up using my regular fiber reactive procion dyes (with heat/acid), because I have many more colours I could mix together, and that was much better. I really should have done this from the start as I wasted perfectly good silk ribbon by making it too dark/off for my purposes (I ended up overdyeing it in pink so it's a usable colour now, but not for this project).

The silk seems to take on dye extremely fast--even just heating up the dyebath will colour it. In some cases I removed the ribbon before adding any acid at all because I felt the ribbon was already getting too dark.

I managed to get a fairly usable mossy green colour for the leaves and vines, however the pink still ended up being a little off/dark compared to whatever BABY used. It's not too bad here as one strand of ribbon, but when many layers are on top of each other in a rose it seems pretty dark. While not ideal, I think it's still okay, especially considering the embroidery colours used in kumya's JSK match nothing else (many pinks will be going on in this coord).

After dyeing and drying, the ribbon is super wrinkled so I ironed it and wound it on some spare card so it's ready to use.

And now I can start the arduous process of embroidery.

Like before, I mainly use a combination of ordinary ribbon stitches, pinwheel roses, and french knot roses. However, this time I try harder to duplicate, or at least evoke the appearance of the embroidery of the film.

It's interesting how plain and somewhat boring the roses look on their own, especially with this monotone colouring. The varied colours of the film's embroidered roses are lovely, but I decided against it here because the BABY dress has monotone ribbon roses.

The roses definitely seem to just be pinwheel style which is very easy and doable, however I am a bit more confused about the leaves. They look like a number of straight stitches in various lengths and directions that fill in a leaf-like shape. I have no idea if this technique has a name and if there is a proper method for it, because I am a silly beginner who is very uneducated in embroidery.

Anyway I do my best and hopefully I got close enough. Ribbon embroidery is really all about the texture, which is really lovely to look at. Except I have trouble looking at my own work for too long because I start nitpicking all the mistakes I made...

Adding the green and leaves really helps the embroidery come to life.

I took even fewer pictures of the embroidery process than kumya's JSK this time because it's not that interesting. I was definitely getting sick of doing the same pinwheel over and over...

I stupidly decided that aside from embroidering the front of the brim, I also wanted a little bit of embroidery on the back of the brim for interest, as well as on the side.

The designs I drafted out for these two pieces is much simpler, but still, more work....

Almost ready for construction! Hopefully a lot faster with the handwork out of the way.

I iron on some interfacing onto the back brim panel and the bonnet band for slight extra stiffness.

The bottom part of the brim is plain cotton sateen because I was worried that the part that touches the head would get dirtier more quickly it if was velveteen.

I wanted some lace gathered around the brim and an extra velveteen ruffle on the back of the band, so I prepare that now. The lace is gathered with a single gathering thread and sewn down before sandwiching between the two brim panels.

Brim sewn and topstitched (and band is ready for attachment).

The upper flowers ended up a little closer to the top of the band then I intended, but I think it's okay.

Gathering brim and attaching it to band. Because the velvet fabric is so thick, the usual "sew one line of stitching with a wide stitch length" not only made the fabric incredibly difficult to gather, but the thin polyester thread also continually broke when trying to do so. Therefore, I opted for an alternative method I think I'd remember seeing in my sewing machine manual of all things--a zigzag carefully stitched over a central gathering thread. This worked much better, although I probably should have used a thicker/extra strong thread as the central gathering thread because it did break the second time I had to gather the brim due to a mistake.

I also add a bit of lace to the inside of the brim. I think this adds some luxury and frilliness between the head and the bonnet's brim, so I wanted to add a small width. I probably could have used even more of the lace's width since it turned out very subtle when worn. But I still think it adds a small amount of interest to the innermost part of the brim and was worth adding.

Unfortunately here after sewing on both brim parts I realize that I gathered both using an incorrectly marked centre line, so I had to rip it out and do it again ;_;

Next, I can carefully align and pin the bottom of the brim to the bonnet and sew it down. I tack this down by hand because I'm not skilled/accurate enough with a sewing machine to topstitch both sides nicely at once (look closely, and my messy stitching is quite visible...)

I also fold in the raw edges and finish the sides of the brim by hand, leaving some openings for ribbon ties.

At this point I spray almost the whole bonnet with water to disperse and fade my markings. Unfortunately, some of the earlier batches of ribbon that I dyed (Can you tell the variance in the 3 dye batches I needed to do?) were probably not washed well after dying and seem to have bled into the fabric from the water...but hopefully it's not too noticeable.

Next I topstitched all around the brim and attached the ribbon ties.

I bought some double sided velvet ribbon in my last minute supplies shipment and made some bows from it. I think the material is a little thick and petersham would have worked alright as well, but the consistent velvet material feels more luxurious, doesn't it? I also think as an added benefit (?) the ribbon being plush and double sided made the bows more puffy looking.

I add some clips to the sides and a toupee clip to the top for security. I opted for a toupee clips because I think it's really the way to go if you don't want the head item to move at all, no matter how thin or slippery your hair.

Finished.

Bonus 1: rose accent pin

I was in a bit of a rush at this point as it was near the end of the week coming up to the show, so I didn't take any photos of the process here but the technique and templates I used were identical to my handmade faux rose rosettes I made for UM (and the bonus corsages). I have a post with all the details of this sitting in my drafts that I will post eventually, and I will update this post when that happens.

The brooch was just meant to add a bit of 3D faux flower accent to the bonnet, bringing in the rose motif even more. Partially inspired by the faux flowers BABY adds to their bonnets sometimes, like on Milk Tea Doll.

The fabric was "custom dyed" with the same fiber reactive dye I used for the silk. The fabric was further starched, cut out by hand, and shaped with flower iron tools before gluing together.

Bonus 2: matching embroidered mask

I wasn't sure about whether or not I wanted to wear a matching mask, but decided to do so for situations when I would want my face at least half-covered in public. I didn't really expect to be visible in fashion show pictures as someone in the back, but just in case. (I think this decision was worth it, although my makeup transferred all over the thing and in most pictures my face was even more unflattering. eh well)

I forgot to take a lot of pictures of my process for this, but it's very uninteresting and not dissimilar from every other mask sewalong from 2020. I draft out a design similar to the bonnet motifs on both of my mask panels (cotton sateen), and embroider.

I should have embroidered closer to the centre of the mask because when worn the embroidery is not very visible/covered by my hair at the sides. What can I do since the panels were already cut though...oh well!

The lining material is some Japanese CLEANSE Ex fabric I had bought previously to make masks during the pandemic. It's supposed to be antibacterial and antiviral, as well as washable, but I have no idea how well supported those claims are.

Sew together normally on both upper and lower sides, turn inside out, add a channel for nose wire and side channels for elastic.

I also have some mask elastic on hand so I use that.

And the finished outfit again with all my items~

Thank you for reading! If you ever feel inspired to take up a similar project, such as the kumya JSK, I'd love to see it!

[pedgito]

went to a halloween party last night and got a little rowdy 😵‍💫 was wondering if you could write a little blurb or something on how eddie would be if you got sick at a party?? 👉🏽👈🏽😘😘

author’s note: super short but i was in the mood for something cute, i hope you enjoy!

cw: drunk!reader, hints at nefarious activities (*cough* sex), eddie being a sweet boyfriend, just lots of fluff, taking care of sick reader, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 1k

Contrary to what most people at Hawkins High believed, Eddie wasn’t all about the extravagancy of making costumes, dressing up, and trying to fight for the center of attention. As the resident freak, that all came naturally. Yet still, he dressed up for you—sort of.

“Vampires?” Eddie asks wearily, letting you tie the black cape around his neck, the string tied in a perfect bow at the base of his clavicle. You nod giddily, tugging gently on the string to make sure it was secure.

Yours was matching, but lined with a red satin and slightly flared at the collar where his was full, matte black. Eddie didn’t change his normal clothes, frayed black jeans and his usual worn out band shirt sitting snug on his frame. His fingers ran along the sheer tights you had on underneath your unitard, set to pair with your cape.

“It was that or bunnies,” You shrug, picking out the prop teeth caps from their case—instead of those ridiculous plastic teeth you opted for something a lot more subtle, “and as much as I’d love to see you wear those ears, this was definitely the better choice.”

Eddie makes a face discomfort, letting you set the fake teeth into place until they’re stuck, running your finger along the point. “Where are yours?” Eddie asks suspiciously, slight lisp to his tone as he familiarized himself with the obstruction in his mouth.

“They’re already on,” You reply with smile, canines peeking out just past your top lip, “didn’t think I’d let you embarrass alone, did you? Although—I do still have the ears in my bag if you want to spice things up a bit—“

“No,” Eddie retorts swiftly, hands clasped around your wrist from where they cradled his face, “how long do we have to stay again?”

“An hour, maybe,” You tell him, shrug noncommittal, “it’s not like we have anything else planned for tonight—besides, Robin and Steve are going. Nance said she might bring Johnathan.”

“I can find plenty to keep us busy tonight, you know.” Eddie says playfully, wiggling his eyebrows, mouth turned to kiss the inside of your palm.

You smirk knowingly, pressing a firm finger to his lips to silence him. “Later.” You promise, “If you can behave.”

Eddie soon realizes that he’s not the one that needs to watched, having to wrangle your from nearly every drinking party game and sign of alcohol that’s thrown your way after a half hour, because the moment you stumble into his side, eyes glazed over—he knows.

“Les’ go, Eddie.” You urge, pulling him toward the backyard of Jason’s house, pool packed with several bodies despite the rigid temperatures, “I wanna swim.”

Eddie purses his lips, pulling the hair back that falls in your face as you stumble forward, leaning your weight on him fully. “That’s not on the agenda tonight, sweetheart.”

You pout, looking up at him with wet eyes. “You’re no fun.”

“I beg to differ.” Eddie counters with a laugh, but it dies out when he sees your eyes zone out, staring at the wall in front of you. “Oh—oh, okay. We’re leaving.”

You groan, “No. Not yet, Eddie.” You yank feebly against his grip, it didn’t budge. “Please?”

Eddie stares down at you, big doe eyes soft and comforting behind the thick ring of eyeliner you’d drawn on his waterline earlier that night. “Look at me.”

You do, but the everything behind him is spinning, causing you to close your eyes with a wince, the bright amber lights strung about the house giving you a migraine.

“That’s what I thought.” Eddie says with a slight smile, “We’re leaving.”

Eddie’s timing is impeccable, having successfully removed you from the house just before you decided to throw up on the front lawn, narrowly avoiding your outfit as Eddie hunches over with you, holding you up.

“Okay,” You groan, “maybe you’re right.”

Eddie responds with a noise of approval, hoisting you back up when you’re through the worst of it, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Anything but the shoes, babe.” Eddie pleads, lifting you into the passenger seat of his van. You shake your head, signaling that you were alright for the moment, clammy hand clutched to your forehead. Eddie reaches for the handkerchief tucked in his back pocket, resting it into your hand. “For your mouth,” he motions, guiding your hand up to wipe at the corner of your lips, “—just let me know if you need me to pull over. I’m taking you back to my place.”

You nod silently, struggling to find the energy or concentration to respond.

Eddie only has to pull over two times, both narrow near misses as you barely swing the door open before you’re unloading on the pavement, the cool touch of his hand on your back as you fight through the misery and consequences of overestimating how much alcohol you could handle.

And as chivalrous as Eddie is, he sweeps you up bridal style when you finally arrive at the trailer, not giving you any more reason to stumble and injure yourself tonight.

“I’m gross, I’m sorry.” You apologize when Eddie reaches his bed, laying you down gently. Eddie laughs into the air, hands dragging down your legs to pull at your shoes, before reaching back up to untie the cape around your neck, doing the same to himself a few moments later.

“Have you seen where I live?” Eddie asks redundantly, “Where I sleep?”

No response, a frown stuck on your face as your stomach begins to turn. Eddie panics, fingers flexing as he reached for the small trashcan at his bedside, letting you lean over his lap, cheeks burning with embarrassment as you dry heaved into the bin.

“Nothing grosses me out, sweetheart.” Eddie reminds you, gently pulling the hair away from your face. “You think you can hold it down for a minute while I go grab some stuff?”

You nod weakly, flopping back down on his mattress, regretting the sudden movement as your head pounds harshly. Eddie’s footsteps fade quickly, the faint rummaging heard from the kitchen, talking to himself as he searched around.

He returns with an armful—water, snacks, some medicine that you can’t be bothered to read, letting him shift you around to make you more comfortable.

“I’m fine.” You insist, eyes squeezed shut in frustration.

You were very much not fine.

“You lost your teeth.” Eddie comments randomly, grin growing wide on his face.

“What?” You ask, hands flying to your mouth, searching for something that was already long gone. “Dammit—“

Eddie watches you slump, a bad night becoming even worse, in your eyes at least.

“At least one of us stayed in character,” Eddie teases and you spot the fangs still holding steady in his mouth, “—now, are you going to let me take care of you?”

You sigh, nodding at him with a petulant frown—resembling a child being told they can’t have their favorite toy.

Eddie shoves the open water bottle at you, his hand reaching behind you to lift you up, rim pressed to your lips as he silently asked you to drink, the cold water like heaven as it washed over your tongue.

“You’re gonna finish this, take some medicine for the headache I know you’re gonna have in the morning—and then you’re taking your stubborn ass to sleep.”

You eye him narrowly, only confirming his flippant use of stubborn. “But—I thought we were supposed to have fun.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie chuckles slightly, eyes flicking down to meet your face, “this is pretty fun to me.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.” You say in annoyance, relaxing into the bed again, Eddie’s finger coming up to wipe away the water that had dripped down your chin.

“Only a little.” Eddie admits, “I told you we should’ve stayed in but no—“

You roll your eyes lightheartedly, yanking at the string tied around his neck, “You’re being mean—you don’t deserve the cape.”

The words hold no malice, knowing that Eddie was, without a doubt, the sweetest person in your life—dropping everything to take care of you at his own inconvenience, a cause of your own irresponsible choices.

“And I was actually starting to enjoy it,” Eddie remarks, pulling at the fake teeth and placing them on the table at his bedside, “sort of.”

You laugh a little too hard, curling around yourself in anguish. “You’re a terrible liar, Eddie.” You breathe out.

Eddie shrugs, “Yeah, well—the things you do for the people you love, right?” He tells you, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against your forehead.

You smile, holding him there for a brief moment.

“Right.” You respond, “I love you.”

“And I love you,” He murmurs against your skin.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

How about a bit of angst for the gb!141 before I hop on back on the horny train for Johanna? I'm no corrupted anon but it's something

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Simone who started wearing her hair short at a very young age, not for any aesthetic reasons, she simply kept it that way cause short hair is harder to grab. Cutting it in the tiny bathroom at home, it's choppy at best, kitchen scissors aren't made for cutting hair.

Johanna who loves her everything about herself, knowing she is that bitch. But sometimes when she looks over to Kylie during off time, there's this feeling inside her, that nobody ever will want her as a genuine partner to them simply because of the way she is. A quick fuck sure, but a romantic relationship is something she never experienced.

Kylie freshly graduated having the worst screaming match with her mother about her career choices, how she should opt for something safer, more profitable, no man would want a woman like her as a wife. They're relationship is never quite the same after, knowing that her mother is lying to relatives about Kylies job to keep some face.

Jane who wanted the picture perfect life besides her military career, getting married quickly, just to realize that maybe she isn't mother nature's favorite. She now answers all the annoying questions with a "too many people rely on me right now, going on maternity leave would be catastrophic."

Lyra why

Would you hurt us this way

That being said, I raise you a follow up:

Simone cuts her own hair bc she's afraid of someone holding scissors, straight razors, hair sheers, clippers, any sort of thing, to her head at that ONE spot she can't see because it triggers her fight or flight and fear they'll hurt her.

Johanna who becomes a barracks bunny to flee the realization that she's not girlfriend material because of how she looks, a deep rooted insecurity on being strong and a bit chubby, sometimes wider than the men around her.

Kylie who at home gets chastised for not being girly enough (her career) and at work gets chastised for being too girly (her style), who struggles on the inside with the lack of support on both sides and having trouble finding a foot to stand on when everyone seems to be shoving her off and screwing up her balance.

Jane Price who despite wanting a family and having trouble conceiving is both secretly sad ans happy about it because she's afraid of losing her credibility at work + having complications and be forced to ride a desk for the rest of her life after maternity leave ends + she fears she won't be the nurturing mother a child deserves.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

And if this world won't write me an ending

How can I write love into reality?

(read tags for tws)

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Marinette woke up, and she was a normal girl, with a normal life.

She got ready like every other normal girl. She would tumble out of bed, eat a banana, brush her teeth, do her homework minutes before she had to leave for class, do her hair…

She hummed to herself as she brushed her hair, forcing it into her signature pigtails, tying little ribbons around them and smiling at the way the bows bounced, at the way they stuck up like miniature antennae.

She turned her head to the side, her mouth opening, ready to ask for another opinion…

But there was no one there.

Of course there was no one there. Why would there be someone in her room?

She shook her head to herself, frowning, feeling lonely for a reason she couldn’t quite place.

Her phone buzzed. She pulled it out, expecting a text, and a tiny gasp left her when she realized that it was her alarm going off.

She yelped and started scooping everything from her desk into her backpack, not even bothering to try and keep the papers unwrinkled, and rushed out the door, zipping it closed as she went.

She was late, of course, how could you expect anything different? She was always late, she always seemed to get caught up doing other things. Or, at least, that was what she claimed, terrible excuses spilling out of her mouth with reckless abandon so she wouldn’t have to admit the truth. Not because it was bad, just embarassing. In reality, she often found that time slipped by her for no reason at all. Sometimes, she wondered just how long she could go on, sitting and doing nothing, letting time pass her by.

The doorknob to the classroom clicked, and she was jolted back into her body at the unexpected sound. The door was new, or at least it was supposed to be, it had been destroyed recently, though she couldn’t exactly remember how. It shouldn’t have clicked – never had before – and she took this as a sign to pay more attention to her surroundings.

What was she thinking?

She shook her head to herself. There she went again, always thinking about something else.

She slipped into the class, sending her teacher a halfhearted excuse about her alarm that was only met with an exasperated smile, and then headed to her seat. She sent Nino a wave, and he glanced up from where he was totally not playing on his phone in the back of the class briefly to send her a smile.

She took her usual spot by Alya, and pulled out her things. Her eyes flicked to see what page of the textbook they were on, and it didn’t take long before she was dragged into the monotony of a normal school day.

Her fingers tugged on her earlobe as she listened to her teacher explain Shakespeare book #61255, playing with the place where she had had her ears pierced as a toddler, wondering why she was bothered by the fact that she hadn’t opted to wear any earrings that morning.

A boy with blue hair made his way into the room, and she swore for a moment that her heart might just beat out of her chest.

She had been dating Luka for ages now, but he still gave her butterflies.

How could he not, when he smiled at her so dopily? When he took the time to give her a quick kiss before taking his usual seat in front of her? When he made bunny ears behind his sister’s head just to make Marinette smile?

Of course, he could definitely try putting in the effort to get to school on time, but she didn’t mind. She, of all people, could not judge him.

Not for that, at least.

She watched him, a smile playing across her lips. He was much more interesting than her literature lecture. She rested her head in her hand.

Alya punched her in the shoulder, and Marinette looked over to see her making a gagging gesture.

Marinette snorted. “It’s payback.”

Alya grinned. “Oh, yeah? For what?”

… for what?

Marinette looked at the seat in front of Alya for a second. It was just Juleka.

As always.

Except… Juleka hated sitting up front. Almost as much as Nino did.

Why was she sitting there? Because of Luka? Luka could have been convinced to sit in the back, he shouldn’t have cared…

She was starting to feel a little sick.

“For being evil, of course,” Marinette decided.

Alya laughed a little, rolling her eyes with a fond smile tugging at her lips. “You need to work on your comebacks.”

She searched through her pencil bag, in search of that singular red pen that she had to use for corrections, only to pause. Because it had a strange set of lines written into the inside of the canvas. And that, on its own, didn’t mean much. If you leave pencils in your pencil bag, it is pretty much inevitable that you will get some marks on it… but these lines were too dark, too deliberate.

They spelled something:

WRONG.

A minute shiver ran through her.

It was undeniably her own handwriting, though it looked rushed, frantic. Like that time she had realized ten minutes before class had started that an essay was due and had spent the next several minutes frantically scribbling down anything she could think of. But why would she have done this?

Why was that in her pencil bag? Had she gotten too sleep-deprived one day and, in a fit of rage over getting a bad score on something, scratched it in there? She didn’t think she would do that, but what other explanation was there?

What was wrong?

She could agree that something was off. She had felt strange all morning. But what was it?

A hand wrapped itself around her wrist in a vice grip, and she suddenly became all too aware of Luka’s face, so close to her own. He was her boyfriend – was he? since when? – she should be happy about this, but she couldn’t bring herself to be anything but utterly terrified. Her stomach twisted, bile rising in her throat.

Blue eyes were just a smidge too sharp as he stared at the word. His gaze cut to hers, and for just a second she realized that his face looked wrong. That his eyes were pupilless, yellow things, and if she really concentrated she could see two tiny clocks dancing in the irises, ticking down time she didn’t have.

“I have to give it to you, Marinette,” Luka said, his lips curling into a wry little smile that made her feel like ants were crawling up the back of her shirt. “You really are… smart.”

She tried to pull away from him, but his hand held tight.

She screamed, but no one seemed to hear, and she was left to try and wrestle away from him. But her body didn’t feel like her own, and she felt weaker than normal, and everything was wrong, and she knew, somewhere, somehow, that it was all for naught, anyway.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up, and she was a normal girl, with a normal life.

She got ready like every other normal girl. She would tumble out of bed, eat a banana, brush her teeth, do her homework minutes before she had to leave for class, do her hair…

She tilted her head this way and that in the mirror, looking for a hair out of place. She couldn’t see the back of her head, so she wasn’t sure how that looked, but the back of her head was the epitome of ‘out of sight out of mind’ in her not-so-humble opinion.

She nodded once to herself, deeming herself ready for the day.

And then glossy lips pulled into a frown.

When had she put on her clothes?

She squinted down at her usual outfit. She swore she hadn’t yet changed, she certainly wouldn’t fall asleep in jeans no matter how tired she was, she should not be in her clothes yet.

She… must have forgotten. Done it without thinking, as one normally does with things you do habitually. Like putting on clothes.

Except, Marinette put a lot of thought into her outfits. She was a future fashion designer, of course she put time and effort into looking good. It only made sense.

This… didn’t.

She ran a hand through her hair, pushing her bangs up and out of her eyes.

And then she headed to school. The traffic she sprinted past wasn’t quite as congested as it usually was. Despite all of the slowed cars, she didn’t spot a single wreck to cause them. The tardy bell didn’t sound quite as needlessly loud and annoying as she rushed to class. The doorknob clicked more than it was supposed to when she finally managed to fumble her way into turning it, her sweaty hands sliding right off. Nino was in the back, and Juleka was in the front.

Everything was wrong. Just ever so slightly off.

She wanted to go home, but even her home wasn’t safe, because her parents hadn’t been behind the counter, serving customers, when she’d left. Instead, they were having a ‘lazy day’, the sign in the bakery window declaring them ‘closed’. Not a single person paid the sign any mind, nor were any of the other bakeries in the surrounding area more full than usual.

Her hands gripped her hair, pulling, almost tearing it out at the roots. Alya was trying to talk to her, asking what was wrong in that concerned tone she always used, but was this actually Alya? Everything else was wrong, why should she believe any of it was real? Maybe this was just more of an accurate ruse than everything else.

The door opened, and Luka strolled in, heading towards his – it wasn’t his – seat.

Their eyes locked.

Her heart thudded in her chest, beating against the bars of her ribcage, as if trying to escape.

Luka tipped his head back in a groan.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and she was a normal girl, with a normal life.

One who smiled when she saw that a contact in her phone, labeled ‘bf<3’, had sent her a good morning text.

Only to find that the text didn’t have the usual paw print beside the words.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up.

And.

She.

Was.

A.

Normal.

Girl.

With.

A.

Normal.

Life.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and hissed out a curse when she saw her alarm hadn’t gone off. She glanced out the window to check the time.

There was nothing to see out the window. Just a pure white expanse.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and laid there, not wanting to get up, dread unlike any she had ever felt before clinging to her, dragging her back into her too-plush bed. She didn’t know why she felt this way, but she did, and she wanted it gone.

What she wanted didn’t matter.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

And she woke up.

She always woke up.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and she was a normal girl with a normal life. Her head was buried in her arms, trying to ward off the hot sun and the even more scalding metal of the table she was leaning against. If she wasn’t careful burns would form even through her long sleeves.

Not that this was the biggest of her problems.

Her problem was –.

A finger poking her shoulder relentlessly. She lifted her head just enough to glower at the offender.

It was Alya, grinning widely at her. “Hey, sleeping beauty, we were gone for ten minutes.”

We? Marinette thought, her mind sluggish thanks to a bone-deep exhaustion that was less than normal, looking around to find Nino and… Luka?

No. It shouldn’t have been Luka. Who was it supposed to be?

Who was he replacing?

Either way, he was – he was wrong, and dangerous, and she needed to run.

The world whirled out of color before she had even gotten out of her chair. The last thing she saw was his frustrated expression.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up to something touching her cheek.

She peeked an eye open and found Luka standing over her, offering a bowl. She rolled her eyes just slightly at the offered food, taking the silverware. She shouldn’t be handling the hot plate with her bare hands, but it wasn’t like it mattered.

Because she was a baker’s daughter, and her hands were already hopelessly covered in callouses. A few more wouldn’t hurt her… or, well, they would, but she didn’t care enough to prevent this.

And the burns would be gone by the next reset, anyway.

She pulled it into her lap and smiled when he took a seat beside her with his own meal. If it could even be called that.

“Oh, wow, thanks for the gourmet meal,” she joked, twirling the ramen around her fork.

She hadn’t eaten in so long. Even this looked like heaven.

She didn’t need to eat at all.

He took a seat beside her, chuckling lightly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and dragging her into his side.

She sunk her knife into his eye.

Her last thought before his soft expression fell away, disappearing with the rest of the world, was wondering why he had even given her the stupid knife in the first place.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and –.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette was –.

What was Marinette again?

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】⩇:⩇⩇【P】

【M】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

Did it really matter if she woke up again?

She would always wake up again.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

“Why?” Luka hissed, his fingers digging into her shirt, his nose so close to her own that she could feel his breath wash over her face. Despite the fact that he was practically panting in his rage, it was cold. “Why do you insist on making things difficult?”

She thought it over for a long moment.

And then she spat on his face.

“Spite.”

He lifted a hand to rub it away, scowling.

“We can keep doing this forever, you know. No one is coming to save you – they couldn’t even if they tried. Everything you do, every breath you take, that all belongs to me, and I can take it away.”

“Do it, then,” she said, and she couldn’t help the way her voice cracked just slightly when she said it. Not because she was scared, but because she was only a step above begging. “Just… kill me, if it’s so difficult.”

He set his jaw.

And then he sighed, his forehead coming to rest against hers.

“I just want us to be together. And happy. Don’t you want to be happy?”

“I… I want to go home. That will make me happy.”

He closed his eyes, and he looked much more human like this. With the clocks in his irises hidden by long lashes.

It didn’t last long. He opened them again, a steely look on his face.

“We will be happy, I promise.”

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】⩇:⩇⩇【P】

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】⩇:⩇⩇【P】

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】⩇:⩇⩇【P】

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】HELP【P】

【H】HELP【E】

【L】HELP【P】

【H】HELP【E】

【L】HELP【P】

【H】HELP【E】

【L】HELP【P】

【H】HELP【E】

【L】HELP【P】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【PLEASE】PLEASE【PLEASE】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up, and she was a normal girl, with a normal life.

Well, she wasn’t, but there was no point in saying otherwise, anyway.

[bean2345]

Splurge

I could feel my mother's gaze burning a hole into the back of my skull. I wanted to run and avoid the dreaded task I had been putting off for the last few weeks. Yet, I knew I had to do it eventually. I slowly turned around facing my scowling mother who had a vacuum in one hand and a laundry basket in the other. She thrusted the vacuum and basket in my direction. I unblinkingly stared at the two objects being shoved in my face. My mom nudged the appliances closer letting out an impatient sigh. I knew there was no point in fighting her over it; it would only lead to an argument. Without uttering a word, I grabbed the vacuum and basket begrudgingly, then sulked to my bedroom.   

I swung the door open revealing the calamity of what my room was. Clothes scattered everywhere, papers and pencils cluttered my desk. Underneath, the tiny trash can was overflowing with tissues and wrappers. The chair was piled with my hoodies and clothes I would wear for the next day, although I would change my mind in the morning and opt to wear something else. My mint green bed sheets were tangled and in a heap. My stuffies were launched across the room buried under a mountain of clothes from numerous nights of my unruly twisting and turning.    

I blame this monstrosity on how small my room is, ‘It’s not actually that messy, it just looks like it because there isn’t much room.’ I tell myself that, but I know it’s a dreadful excuse.  

The only thing clean was my bookshelf. It boasted the books I'd read, trophies I had won, and silly little nicknacks from past holidays. Beside it, is my bulletin board. It’s arguably my most treasured piece in my room. It holds pictures of my international friends and the goodbye letters I received before they went home. I felt a slight sorrow seize my chest, but I pushed it aside and got to work in my room.   

The windowsill beside my bed had empty pop and energy drink cans. I know energy drinks are bad for my health, heck I can even feel it. The anxious buzz and jitters that course through my body. The constant need for it. My body craves it and I know it’s an addiction, but I can’t help but want more. Yes, I've sat through the talks they give you at school about how awful these drinks are for you and your health and how, “You should treat your body like a temple.” Sorta crap. I've heard it all before. My mother has even offered grand speeches on how I was headed to an early grave. Sure, I may die young but we only have one life so we should get to enjoy it while it lasts. I admit I’m not exactly ‘thriving’ right now but, hey, I'm trying. Plus, energy drinks are the only thing that gets me through the day. I have tried tea and coffee but neither seemed to be as effective or tasted nearly as good as my beloved energy drinks.  

 I examine one of the empty cans before collecting the rest and then dumping them into the trash bag.   

My bedframe is an antique. It was my mom's when she was younger. It is a white French arch style with roses embedded along the perimeter. I untangle my flannel sheets and make my bed. I fold my chunky brown knit blanket and place it at the foot of my bed, then arrange two white crocheted pillows at the head of the bed. I dig around the mountain of clothes and eventually find my stuffies; one bunny from Ikea which may actually be a kangaroo, the bunny from Knuffle Bunny, and another rabbit from Ikea. My mom loves Ikea. We used to go there all the time on the weekends, whether that be for a new project she has in mind or just to look around. It's where most of my furniture is from. Making sure they’re comfortable, I rest my stuffies on top of my pillows. Content with my work, I triumphantly step back to admire my progress, until I remember I still have more to clean. I let out an exhausted sigh and continued working. 

The desk beside the head of my bed is cluttered. I collect all the now useless papers and compile them up into the trash. I dispose of the tissues that have built up from endless nights crying over sappy Korean dramas. I shove random pencils and pens into the drawers and then empty the garbage into the garbage bag, picking up the stray tissues that didn’t make it into the bin.  

I examined my room. The floor was still floored with clothes and laundry baskets and was in need of vacuuming. I trudged over to my bed and flopped onto it. “I’ll finish it another day”, I thought. I look up at the ceiling wishing I was somewhere else. Some days I wish it were the 80s when women didn’t have to work. At least I think it’s the 80s, I’ve never excelled in history class. Yes, I know this is a controversial and touchy subject but hey, not everyone wants to be the president of the United States or a CEO. Although, I suppose I would have to cook and clean up after my husband's messes. But being Asian living in Canada at that era, hmm… maybe I don’t wish to be in the 80s.  

Due to my lack of drive and skill, I wonder if I am good at anything. Most days it just doesn’t feel like it. It feels like I’m such a disappointment and a screw up. Why can’t I do anything right? Why can’t I just clean my room without feeling like gravity is weighing me down? Why can’t I just talk to people instead of being quiet and awkward? Why did I let myself get so close to people who I knew would be leaving so soon? I squeeze my eyes shut and move my hands to my face, willing these thoughts to go away. I lurch out of bed and start cleaning, hoping the thoughts would die down.   

20 minutes later, and my room is all tidy. I can actually see the floor and it feels like I can breathe. Absolutely exhausted, I can feel that a small part of me is actually proud of myself. I did a really good job. My cat leaped up onto my bed purring, kneading the sheets before she settled into her cat-loaf form. She’s so adorable, I just want to squish her cutesy little face! Her adorable black face and huge green eyes are staring up at me. I smile, settling onto the now tidy bed with my cat. I wrap my arms around her and listen to the sound of her purrs, my eyes slowly growing heavy with sleep. I let myself fall into it. 

[youn9racha]

Bunny

pairing: chan x fem!reader x minho

genre: smut

sypnosis: being the main producer and the main dancer isn’t an easy task to maintain, especially not to chan and minho, who are well-known for these two roles respectively. however after seeing how worn out chan is, minho offered another way of destressing, and opted to share his bunny with him.

words: 5.1k

warning: piv, threesome, strip tease, fellatio, slight frottage, dom!chan, dom!minho, discussion of free-use, pet names (bunny, baby girl, and others), reader is referred as girlfriend and uses she/her as her pronouns, cuckolding, lower cap intended, mentions of spit and corruption, unprotected double penetration (wrap before you tap), just outright filth

extra notes: FINALLY,,,,, THE MOMENF WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR,,,,,, MY SECOND MINCHAN PIECE 😔🙏 i was so ready to scrap it but i finally did it 💆‍♀️ i hope you all enjoy it !!! i appreciate if y’all gave me feedbacks and revlog it please 🥺🙏 thank you !!!

side note (?): also im not sure if i set up a tag list or not, but i remembered someone asking to be tagged when this publish, but i can’t remember their @ :((( whoever you are please lmk

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

it was a late work hour.

everyone has packed their stuff and opted to leave to their homes and take the rests they deserve or have some quality time with their loved ones with the ounce of energy they maintain, as one should. however that wasn’t the case for the two oldest members of stray kids.

it was a conscious and coincidenental decision they both made, as they felt like they needed to do more for the group’s upcoming project.

so right now one’s tapping on the mouse whilst wearing headphones that blares out the music that he created, adjusting the vocals and beats of the songs that he make, with the help of changbin, jisung and other producers of course, whom left the studio not too long ago. meanwhile in the dance studio, one’s stepping and moving his body in ways not many can achieve, following beautifully along with the music that is planned to be released sometime soon.

both of them were rightfully exhausted from the mountainous of work they’re putting themselves through. both chan and minho turned off the music in their respective rooms as they both packed up their things to leave the building. intially, chan’s plan was to just simply just take a shower, he knew he needed it after a long hard word day, and maybe start working out and write another song he has in mind— his insomnia will never give him a break. minho has planned to do the same thing as well but he also wants to spend time with her…

his bunny.

he had texted her prior to get ready before he arrives, because he knew he wasn’t going to sleep almost instantly. once he heard a ding on his phone, he picked it up from his pocket and looked down at the notification.

it was from y/n.

he opened up the message and smirked at what he saw on the screen. her being sat on the ground with a baggy white button down shirt on, more than likely to his white shirt, with one sleeve slumped over that exposes her lacey black bra. she pouted into the camera as you showcased the most feign innocent eyes to him. she looked too cute in the picture, he thought, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

being too indulged into the picture and responding back with a simple “i’m on my way,” to his quote-on-quote bunny, he ended up bumping into someone making him twist his body to whoeverhe had impacted.

“hey, watch where you’re go—” he nearly scolded at whoever he had just hit, assuming it was a trainee or a staff member—maybe even his boss—, until he recognized the big black hoodie and mop of dyed curly hair, “oh, hey bang chan, i didn’t see you there,” he spoke softly, more apologetically even. but chan seems to be unphased with minho’s impact or his near chastisement, as he only tiredly smiled at the younger man in front of him, “don’t worry about it.”

minho couldn’t help but observed the man in front of him, eyeing his face mainly. he looked matte dry, skin looking whiter than the walls that surround them, a reddish purple halo forming around his hooded eyes, had it not for his odd habit of applying chapsticks every five seconds, minho would mistaken him for a walking dead. this man was the epitome of exhaustion in human form.

“jesus, man, you look like shit,” minho bluntly spoke, making chan scratch his neck in abashment.

”well, thats a great way to boost my already damaged self-esteem, thanks,” chan responded back, sarcasm was present in his tone but awareness was very present as well.

minho knew that chan puts himself in so much work, so much that he puts his own health and sleep in jeopardy, which minho finds very ironic and hypocritical, since he‘s the one who would often tell the boys and stays to take care of themselves and put their healths first over everything. but nevertheless, he can still see the man slowly deteriorating.

”no, but for real, man, you need to rest,” minho said, concern laced in his tone, which chan just shook his head and flail his hand up and down, “nah, don’t worry about it, i’m not that tired.”

minho was not convinced that from the inside out that chan was not stressed or worn out, but he had to take his word for it. its one thing minho learned from past experience; is to not test chan and anger him, the patient and quite ones are always the scariest when mad afterall— so much so, even minho himself, who does not get intimidated by others easily, fears him. however, minho still felt like he had to intervene and think fast before chan would go do something that will debilitate him physically, and maybe mentally.

“well, i have an idea, why don’t you come with me, yeah?“ minho suggested, making chan furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

minho has no idea what has gotten into him, but he knew he had to improvise in ord to help his friend out. he is hesitant to do what he’s doing, but he still thinks that chan might need it.

bemused, chan replied, “isn‘t your girlfriend at home waiting for you? i thought you had plans,”

meanwhile minho’s relationship was private and secretive to the public, his bandmates still very well know of her existence and have interacted with her from time to time, and chan was no exception of that. chan has met her a couple of times and he sense nothing but good vibes from her, and he trusts her with taking care of minho. and he especially knows that she and minho are preoccupied this evening, so it was odd for minho to just invite him on the day she and him were supposed to hang out.

“well, yeah, but i’m sure she’s gonna be fine with that,” minho responded with a shrug, almost like he doesn’t get why chan would mention it in the first place. but chan didn’t buy it that easily, he didn’t ruin your presumed long awaited plan you two had, so he politely declined.

”sorry, man, i’d love to come over, but i don’t wanna get in the way.”

minho flailed his arm as he wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder, “chan, trust me, y/n and i had this day planned for us to relieve our stress, i’m offering you to join along because i think you needed it the most.”

minho’s word sounded more convincing than he previously was. chan was under the impression that you two had a late night dinner or something along the lines of that, based on the way he worded it at least. but still, chan didn’t budge just yet.

”i don’t know, lino,” chan seemed very hesitant with minho’s request. part of him wants to accept his offer and wonder what it is that you two do to relax, and also his place wasn’t far so it wouldn’t hurt to stop by and rest a little bit. however, there’s this part of him where he feels guilty for getting into the way of a very intimate moment between the two of you, despite the fact minho offered him to come in anyway.

minho just looked at chan blankly and shrugged with a sigh, “i’m just saying, i think you might want to come in and join us for tonight” his voice was very dark and raspy, almost seductive even. something about minho’s tone and attitude just now sent chan into alarmed mode.

what does he mean by that?

chan thought to himself as he looked at the boy with wide eyes and confusion, with minho smiling menacingly and nudged chan’s shoulder, pulling him closer to his side as they started walking,

“let’s go… i think y/n would be pleased to see you”

“i regret this already” chan thought to him, walking behind minho.

as soon as they were going up the stair to his complex—upon chan’s request—, minho was smirking all along, making chan even more suspicious, slowly regretting for accepting his offer. ”minho, i don’t know what you are planning, but you‘re freaking me out,” chan finally proclaimed as they arrived at the door of his apartment.

minho sighs as he turned to chan, his hands on both of his shoulders, and shook him slightly, “look, y/n and i have a mini surprise for you, sure it maybe last minute, but i know it’ll be a worthwhile for you,” he got closer to his ears to whisper, “i know this is something you’ve always wanted.”

chan froze in his place, as minho backed away from him, one of his corner of his lips perked up in a half smile before turning around to open up the door. chan‘s face flushed at his words, he wants to say he is clueless about minho’s words but for some reason he can see the dots being connceted, and is nervous to whats become.

“bunny?…” minho called out before turning back to chan, his head tiled to the direction of his house, signaling him to come in, “c’mon, don’t be shy.”

chan gulped before walking into the house. it was slightly dimmed, the living room window showcased the night of seoul with the lights of the skyscrapers from a distance sprinkling along the dark city, meanwhile the lamp in the corner tried its best to illuminate the room slightly.

“y/n? where are you, baby? i’ve got channie with me,” minho called out, almost softly, which weirded out chan a bit. minho was always known to be slightly impetuous and hotheaded, so seeing him being all soft and gentle was a rare sight to see—and creeped chan out. minho offered chan to sit on the sofa as they both waited for you to come out.

the silence and wait was getting tensed by the second, minho‘s nonchalant leg cross as his fingers tapped on the armchair patiently was contrasting chan’s anxious shakey legs, and lip bite. the calm man took notice of his apprehensive friend, as he just snickered at him, “dude, relax, its not like y/n is coming with a knife and kill you.”

before chan would retort back and tell him that what he said wasn’t funny, his head snapped to the direction of the hallway, where he heard a door opening and footsteps. minho and chan knew who was coming up, but minho got up with a smile as the walking figure came out of the hallways, simultaneously chan‘s bitten lips escaped out of its mouth as his mouth was open agape.

it was y/n.

it was y/n in a way chan has never thought of seeing her in flesh like that. she walked out in a simple robe, her hair neatly made yet not too much styling, her skin naturally bare with only an addition of mascara, light blush and lipgloss. she looked at minho with a smile as he approached her, “hey, bunny,” he softly spoke before he wrapped his arm her waist and planted a lip-lock kiss.

feeling like a third-wheel, chan just shook his head and looked away, wondering to himself, “what the fuck is going on?!”

when minho pulled away, he leaned in to whisper, but the action was seeming to be irrelevant because it was still loud enough that chan is capable of hearing what he is saying, “you know what to do, take care of channie for me.”

sealing off the words with an encouraging forehead kiss and light smack in her behind. this whole time you and chan maintained eye contact through the reflection of the window. minho suddenly disappears into the hallway while she just walked over to chan, his head still facing away from her, but his eyes are still on you through the reflection.

once she stood in front of chan, he turned around and looked up at her. as clueless and guilty as he feels for thinking like this, she looked so angelic with the way she stood in front of him, leaning down to him and smiling to him. her face glowed perfectly up close, the robe slightly slumped down, giving him a view of her cleavage and her black bra. his ears burned red the more her face got closer to him, gulping with every closing inch. he shouldn’t feel like this, that’s his friend’s girlfriend in front of him, but he cannot help it.

she looked so enchanting…

”hey, channie,” she chuckled, scrunching up her face with a smile. she looks so innocent, but yet her hands roaming around chan’s legs were the complete opposite.

“uh-uh… hey y/n…”

chan gets flustered by the second as he follows her every move, her leaning back slightly just to push him back into the sofa and straddling his lap. she only giggled as her hooded eyes looked down at him, meanwhile chan’s red ears started to spread through his face, his hands float around her figure, unsure if he should touch her. chan turned to see minho’s whereabouts, only to feel a fingertip in his chin and turned his head to the girl sitting on his lap.

“it’s okay, channie, minho told me that you were stressed,” her eyes sparkled in pretend innocence, and her hands just rubbed up and down his shoulders, squeezing from time to time, “i am here to take care of you… is that okay?”

chan was very hesitant at the request, but considering how far this has been going—and how god damn adorable she looked with her crotch placed an inch closer to his almost throbbing cock—he didn’t have the guts to decline, not to a face like her’s.

he sighs through his nose, and nodded, “make me feel good.”

a response that satisfied the girl sat on top of him, she started to get closer and pressed her body to his, sensing her body heat on his hoodie covered torso. she placed her lips on his, escaped moans from both of you but capturing it in their entangled tongues. her hips got in contact with chan’s sweatpants cladded semi-hard length and began grinding on it, cause both to shudder in the movement.

she giggled at the sensation, whilst chan only giggled back in nervousness, before she started to attach her lips into his jaw and neck before grazing it, making him hiss at the pleasuring feeling. even though he would be a liar if he claims that whatever is happening right now is not pleasant to him—quiet the contrary, he’s loving every second of it—, his confusion has never left his head and is still very much resides in his head rent free.

”y’know, channie,” her voice interrupted chan’s near self-doubt thinking, still grinding on him. her voice was breathy and mainly consisted of gasping cuss words due to the feeling of your covered heat rubbing against chan’s cock. chan can sense his cock was getting harder and harder by the second the more she grinded on it, and he was letting out little grunts on the way as he looked up at her.

”i’ve always wanted to do this,” she sighed before speaking, biting her lips as to not get overwhelmed by the stimulation. chan’s eyes squinted yet his head tilted in a questioning matter.

“w-what do you mean?” he stuttered as his hands flailing around, not knowing where to put it.

she bit her lips as she exhaled through her nose, “i talk about you a lot… with... minho and how… i want you and him to… fuck—”

“i want you two to ruin me…”

her words were broken in breaths and moans due to the stimulation and her slight increase of hip movements yet chan, despite being pleasured as well, heard her very well, and to say it shocked him would be an understatement.

he always saw her as a sweet girl, and would admit that she’s very attractive physically, intellectually and personality wise. but he had still lowered his gaze when she’s around and maintained showing respect to her. not only because she’s his friend’s girlfriend, its just sheer basic decency really, he thought to himself. so the fact that she confessed her dirty sin to him as she is rutting herself against him made him feel differently towards her. almost like the guilt he had had shifted something else, something more sinister.

chan only looked up to her with a smirk, eyes suddenly darkened, arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss abruptly. her moans were on his tongue as he tasted her mouth, wine and cherries were very present in her mouth creating a bittersweet flavoring for the kiss.

Through her lips, chan whispered, “so minho’s bunny been thinking of other men, huh?” she whimpered at the nickname that sort of held a humiliating meaning to it,

“what a naughty girl.”

his coos were demeaning to her and it shows through her pout and her hips moving faster, making chan breathe heavily at her pathetic moves. chan held her hips for her to stop, which let her whine at the lack of friction. she can sense chan’s length underneath, albeit clothed on both sides, she can sense his girth just placed in her folds. his girth is slightly less than minho’s but chan can definitely beat him in terms of length however.

chan looked up and down on her, from her pretty face, to her black brastrap that sits on her glowing shoulder, to her robe that is tied loosely on her waist. she looked so radiant on top of him, with her bottom lip tugged in her teeth and her eyes sparkling at him, silently begging for him to do something.

before he could give a command, he suddenly heard an affirmative “strip for him,” from the right side of the living room, making both heads twist to the source of the voice.

minho stands with his arms observing both of the figures in front of him with a blank expression. chan was taken aback by his presence and couldn’t help but carry this tiny ounce of guilt for touching his girlfriend. however, it was only tiny because a great majority of his inner guts were exhilirated excitement over how he can make someone else’s muse weak for him.

it’s almost like a profound taboo fetish, he does feel bad for having it in him and doesn’t really want minho’s girlfriend by any means, but just the sheer thought that he can make her all excited and wet for him and it wasn’t by minho, which he is seeing. something about the significant other looking at his partner getting fucked by someone else aroused him.

its like minho read his mind when he uttered what he uttered, which sort of ticked off chan, but he later turned his head back to the sudden light feeling of the air straddling him instead of the girl in front of him. she was looking at minho, almost like she wanted approval from him, to which he only silently nodded back and sat down in the armrest, crossing his legs and arms, observing both of them.

she looked back into chan’s darkened gaze, suddenly feeling the intimidation coursing through her veins. this was different from the gentle and kind chan she always knew, he looked like a predator ready to hunt it’s prey. she looked back at minho, and his gaze wasn’t any different from chan, if anything it was perhaps much more dimmer than what chan carries, but the only difference is that it carried a slight encouragement in his eyes.

he only tilted his head to chan’s direction before her eyes landed back on chan once again and her shaky hands reached the ribbon that wrapped around her waist that kept the robe concealing her body. chan’s eyes traveled with her the direction of her hands disrobing herself with her pulling the loose bow-tied ribbon, allowing the robe loosing in a parallel form exposing just the center part of her body.

she shrugged her shoulders as she slowly lets the robe fall off of her glowing body, showcasing that black lingerie that was hiding from both men, thanks to the fabric earlier. however, despite her not being fully bare, the undergarments left little to the imagination as the bra was sheer to the point that chan can distinguish her nipples very clearly from his view, and her underwear was a laced thong that showcased more of her than what it should be.

chan‘s breath was unsteady, his pale face turned flush, fingers gripped the cushions in a firm manner, as his erection was getting more sore by the second, while minho was contrasting the older man’s appearance; he was calm and collected, you could say he was unbothered if it also wasn’t for his pop up stand in between his legs.

she maintained eye contact with chan as she got closer to him once again. instead of straddling him like last time, she sat on her knees in front of him, her hands pushed his muscular legs apart before getting to the belt lace of the sweatpants and untying it. chan could only anticipate as her movements were agonizingly slow, she sees how his cock twitched as the two seperated laces created an emphasis on his cock, making her smirk menacingly.

”get on with it,” chan groggily whispered as she finally held the top of his pants, along with his boxer, before she pulled it off his hips. his length finally sprung open as it exposed into the cold air and hit his stomach, making him groan in contact. her mouth watered at the scenery, while minho raised his eyebrows in mild surprise at what the leader carried. it was impressive and a pleasant sight to say the least.

however chan suddenly went back to his flustered state, suddenly finding the urge to pull up his pants, that is until she began to tongue kiss the lower shaft, making him jump and let it out a short moan. she kissed up his cock up to his tip, licking the tip slightly, making him throw his back and elicit more moans. she could taste his pre-cum through the slit as she finally inserted her mouth down his cock, the warmth of her mouth and throat made chan shudder and his mouth agap, especially when she started to bob her head.

chan would occasionally buck his hips upwards, resulting in her gagging at the sudden movement, as he pants at how she was taking all of him in her mouth. his eyes cracked open, darting slightly downwards to look at her head moving in a up and down movement.

his eyes were on her and the way she would look up at chan occasionally as a way of saying “does that feel good?” through her feigned-innocent eyes, in contrast to her wet, clenched core.

minho began taking in the sight, he may seem unbothered but he started to feel himself getting hard by the sight. his hand involuntarily started to roam downwards where his cock is located, and had the urge to palm himself right there but he can’t give in just yet, he thought.

”stop.”

she stopped her motion as chan groaned at her paused, ruining his surge of cum that was ready to spill all over her mouth. minho commanded with an expressionless face, as he got up closer to the pair. he pulled her out by the hair, giving chan a look at her messed up face. her face was smeared with her non-waterproof mascara tears—that she may or may not have worn on purpose—as well as how her chin was glistening with spit coating it. she looked like a hot mess, with the emphasis on the hot, at least to the two men.

“you like what you see, huh?” minho teased chan, as he slightly shook his girlfriend head by tugging on her hair, making her whine softly. chan could only gulp and blush as everything was crashing down on him. there was this sense of humiliation that comes with this whole ordeal, but it wasn’t like chan was opposed to. if anything, he seems to be more aroused than he was a few minutes ago.

but he wasn’t going to submit to minho, not at all. instead he only looked back at y/n. she’s only breathing heavily while she gave a feign innocent look mixed with desperate to chan, waiting for him to give her something to do. he darkly smirked, which mirrored minho’s, looking at and getting closer to her.

”i think this bunny of yours wants be fucked by us at the same time,”

that statement made minho raise his eyebrows in amusement, while her eyes were widened as she clenched herself around the air.

”is that so?” minho tilted her head to him, and asked, “is that what you want?”

she could only nod at him with desparation, “uh-ha, please do, i want two cocks in me,” the way it spilled out her mouth was pure filth; exactly how both men liked it.

minho let go of her hair and started to strip, “ride him,” he commanded to her as she did as told, while she was getting up and removing her undergarments, chan was discarding away his clothes out of his body. the three of them are now fully nude, with y/n started with her first move. she laid chan horizontally, letting his head lay on the pillow covered armrest, that he placed himself.

she got on top of him as she aligned her wet slit across his hard cock before slowly inserting and stretching herself out, making him hiss and her whine at the sensation. she was used to minho’s cock before this and, although the thickness was familiar, the more she got lower on chan, the more she elicits more whiney noises. she adjusted to him before she started to slowly lift her hips up, assuming that she was giving minho a view he’s seeing.

unexpetedly, however, she began feeling another stretch from behind making her moan even louder as she threw her head back and landing on a shoulder. minho snuck up behind her while she was adjusting to chan’s length, and when she lifted her hips, that was his cue to insert himself in her other hole.

“move,” this time chan was the one who commanded, but she didn’t follow through immediately as she was overwhelmed by the new sensation of dual pressure. she suddenly felt a smack on her ass, making her jump and moan, turning around to see a sinister blank faced minho, “you heard the man…”

and there, she started to move up and down on the two cocks, making the three elicit loud moans. it looked almost pornographic with the noises, the position, the way the two men gripped at the girl’s body—especially with how chan was holding her hips and minho was holding her chest—, the overall mood was just arousal, as well as the stench.

“fuck bunny you take daddy’s cock so well,” it seems as though chan was thinking out loud while he lets out a lot of elaborate yet hot statements that made her whine out as she rolled her hips more, and thus creating a domino effect as minho—along with chan—groaned with her movements.

the action proceeded for a bit until chan started to proclaim through his groans and heavy breathing that was he was close, along with minho. at that point, she began bouncing on the two cocks, helping them to reach their orgasm faster. chan wanted her to follow along with them, so he began to stimulate her clit with the flicks of his fingers. it’s almost like as if chan telepathically spoke to minho, as he began massaging the girl’s nipples, making her yelp as her thrusts started to become sloppy.

and after a few more thrusts, the three have reached their cloud nine, leaving them breathless and overwhelmed, yet overjoyed, by the new experience. they all just collapsed, with her on top of chan and minho on the backrest of the couch, all three trying to catch their breaths.

after a few minutes of attempting to get back to reality, minho was first to sober up as he got up, holding the girl’s waist as he pulled away from her, making both groan. he could his and chan’s cum seeped through her hole, which caused him to smirk at the sight.

he tapped her side, “baby?“

“hm?”

“you need to get up, you need to clean up as well and i’m sure channie here wants to get cleaned up as well.”

she only nodded and got herself off of chan. chan still laid there in disbelief, not sure if what he experienced was a dream or reality. he was snapped back to reality after he felt a pillow getting thrown at his face.

“hey, mr. i like to get called daddy, get up and wash up, we don’t want you getting infections,” minho rolled his eyes, teasing him with that nickname, making chan blush. minho tilted his head to the direction of the hallway, “the guest bathroom is right at the end of the hallway…”

minho paused before saying, “unless if you want to join us,” giving him a suggestive look.

chan could only look at minho with squinted eyes, only for minho to respond back in feign offense, “oh don’t act like we haven’t just rubbed balls just now… but it’s up to you to join or not,”

and with that weird statement, minho disappea into the hallway to the bathroom, presumably where y/n’s at. chan remained in the couch for a bit, still processing what had happended.

his guilt earlier has drifted and it switched to suddenly excitement, making him laugh at the realization. although, he isn’t sure if he would do this again, but there’s this two things for sure…

he would want to thank minho for this moment… and he really did just rubbed balls with him.

[widowbitessting]

So i have a question in SMU

What will be the reaction of the trio seeing reader wearing a suit and that suit just giving dom vibes 😂😂

I read this and fell asleep anny and I actually had a dream about it😂😂

Hope this is okay for you my love! <3 

Warning: short, crappy writing😂 Bratty Wanda...I think that’s it! <3 

Word Count: 1,501 

The Trio! are sitting in the kitchen, each keeping to their own mundane tasks, determined to keep busy. 

Carol is cooking dinner, sizzling away at the onions in a pan. Natasha is pouring them all a glass of red wine and Wanda…well...Wanda is watching the stairs for you.

That’s her mundane task.

And she refuses to be moved from it.

Wanda checks her phone again, narrowing her eyes at the white numbers that glare up at her. 

She’s sure time is moving slower. 

Fifteen minutes, you had told them all. 

Fifteen minutes and then you’re ready and you can show them all your surprise outfit. 

“It’s been twenty minutes.” Wanda grumbles, looking again at the stairs. “I’m going up.”

“No you’re not.” Natasha says instantly, putting the cork in the wine bottle. “You’re staying right there, like the good girl you are, and waiting for Baby to show us what she’s wearing tonight; got it?” 

Wanda huffs and rolls her eyes. 

“I don’t see why we couldn’t help her get ready.” She groans.

“Because Y/N told us it’s a surprise.” Carol says from the cooker. 

“And we all know Y/N wouldn’t make it to MJ’s fancy dress party...thing...if we went up there.” Natasha finishes, putting Wanda’s wine next to her; grinning at the pout forming. 

Wanda scowls at her hands.

“That’s the point.”

Natasha cups Wanda’s cheek and forces her eyes up. 

“Roll your eyes at me again, bunny, and see what happens.” 

“I-I didn’t think you saw that...” Wanda mutters, wincing when Natasha slaps her cheek a little on the hard side.

“I see everything, zolotse.” Natasha says, “now drink your wine and be patient. Baby will come down when she is ready.” 

Wanda sips her wine. 

“Why aren’t we going with her again?” she asks. 

This time it’s Carol who sighs as she adds in the sauce to her dish. 

“Because it’s MJ’s birthday and MJ wants baby girl all to herself.” The blonde says, turning to face Natasha and Wanda. 

She takes her wine in her hand and drinks. 

“She has Y/N to herself all the time though. She lives with her!” Wanda replies. 

“Yes, and their best friends. Now stop complaining. You’re giving me a headache.” Carol says. 

Wanda opens her mouth but the glare she gets from the other woman is enough to have her close it.

“Such a good girl.” 

“Sometimes.” Natasha adds in, smirking at the glare she’s given from the younger woman. “She’s not a brat for nothing.” 

“That’s true.” Carol replies, moving to stand closer to the red head. 

“And now she’s trying to corrupt our Baby...” she says. 

“Our lovely, innocent Baby.” Natasha adds. “There’s not an ounce of brattiness in her.” 

“That’s what you think.” Wanda grumbles. 

“What was that, dumb bunny?” Carol glowers down at her. 

“Nothing. Nothing.” 

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.”

The two women converse with one another while Wanda sits silently next to them, opting between picking at her nails and drinking her wine - knowing if she reached for her phone, her time out would go on for longer. 

After what felt like an eternity, Carol speaks up.

“I think my headache is going now, bunny. You can talk again.” 

“Thank you, thank -” 

A hand grasps Wanda’s hair and yanks. 

“As long as you stop with the incessant questions, dear.” The blonde smiles down at her. 

“I will, I promise, cap.” 

“God you’re so cute - do you know that?”

Wanda shrugs. 

“I’ve been told a few times...” 

Smiling, Carol leans down and kisses her. 

“Maybe when Y/N has gone, we can have some fun of our own and Daddy and Captain can show you just how cute you are, bunny. Hmm? How does that sound?” 

“That sounds like a really good plan, I like that a lot.” 

“Good.” Carol replies, kissing her again. “Only as long as you’re not a brat until kitten goes.”

It’s the telltale sound of heels on wooden flooring that has the three women looking up at the stairway. 

You stop at the top of the stairs, smiling shyly down at them.

“Hi.” Is all you can say.

“Holy fuck.” Wanda says. 

Natasha’s hand grips her wine glass tightly as she rakes her eyes down your suit clad form. 

Carol licks her lips and leans back against the counter. 

“I could get used to seeing a sight like this.” 

Holding onto the bannister, you come down the first few steps before pausing self consciously. 

“Do I...do I look okay?” 

Wanda all but leaps off her stool but is caught by the scruff of her top by Carol, who holds her wriggling form firm.

“Let her come down the stairs. I want to enjoy this.” 

Blushing, you descend the remaining stairs before coming to a stop in front of the three women. 

With a small ounce of bravery, you open the suit jacket and pocket both of your hands into the pockets of your pants. 

Despite your wildly beating heart, you’re determined to stay standing in front of them. 

Even though they all look as if they’re about to pounce on you.

“Do I -” 

“You look delectable, baby.” Carol says first, finally releasing Wanda. “I could just eat you up.” 

You look at Wanda.

“What do you think, mommy?” 

Her eyes darken. 

“I think I need to see you in a suit more often, baby.” 

God, your cheeks are burning. 

When you look at Natasha, she’s cocked her head to the side. 

“Is that my jacket?” 

Now you’re sure your nose - of all things - is blushing too. 

“I...maybe...?” 

“It looks good on you, baby girl.” Natasha approaches you and trails a finger over the buttons of your crisp white shirt. “Next time I think I’d prefer to see you in just the jacket though. Can you do that for me?” 

You nod. 

“I was gonna do that tonight...but I didn’t think you’d approve.” 

Natasha lets out a low chuckle before reaching around to slap your arse. 

“Don’t try to be a brat now, little girl.” She warns. “You might look like a dom but your still our baby.” 

“Sorry daddy.” 

Leaving your personal space, Natasha walks over to the wine and finds you a glass. 

This time when Wanda pounces, Carol doesn’t stop her. 

She drags your face up and connects your lips, not caring whether she smears your lipstick. 

“You look so hot, kitten.” Wanda gasps, resisting the urge to ruin your perfectly done hair. “Fuck. Do you have to go?” 

You manage to pull away from her so you can inhale deeply. 

“Yes, mommy.” You pant. “I should have set off already in fact.” 

“I think you should just not go...stay here instead...” Wanda taps your nose. 

“No -” 

“Aww but -”

“Wands.” You warn. “I’m going. End of discussion.” 

Wanda pouts. 

“It’s not fair...”

“It is fair, Wanda. Now stop being an ignorant brat and sit that pretty arse of yours back on that stool.” 

Wanda blinks a few times, her switch brain struggling to process what you - their little sub - had just said. 

To her. 

Your dom. 

Wanda cocks her head to the side. 

Sensing you’re about to lose whatever confidence you had, Carol joins in. 

“Don’t make her ask again, Wanda. Sit. Down.” 

Wanda, to the complete shock of everyone, does as she’s told and sits back on her stool, a smirk forming on her face. 

“Blimey, detka. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Natasha is grinning, a toothy grin as she brings over your wine. “Drink it.” 

You do as you’re told, swallowing the wine in three large gulps; wincing a little. 

“Me either.” You nervously laugh. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t be.” Carol says quickly. “I thoroughly enjoyed that. Thank you, kitten.” 

“...am I gonna be in trouble later?” 

“That’s Wanda’s call, not ours.” Natasha replies, quickly topping up your glass. 

You drink that one a little slower. 

“You bet your arse you are, baby girl.” Wanda glowers at you. “But for now, go and enjoy your party. I’ll let the fear of the unknown work wonders until you come back.” 

You swallow the last of your wine.

“I can’t wait?” 

“Good, because I can’t either.” 

You place the empty glass on the counter with a shaky hand before opting to kiss the three women goodbye. 

“I’ll see you guys later, yeah? Maybe later than I originally planned now though...”

“As long as you’re safe and having fun, we don’t care what time you’re home. One of us will be up.” Natasha says. 

“Now go,” Carol says, slapping your arse. “Have a good evening, kitten.” 

“Thank you cap. Bye mommy, bye daddy!” 

You turn on your heel and sashay out away from the trio! of women, waggling your arse a little more needed than necessary. 

You’re about to go down the stairs when Wanda’s voice calls out.

“Baby! Who are you meant to be anyway?” 

You glance at them from over your shoulder, smiling.

“You three, of course.” 

❤️💋❤️💋

[saintlike78]

Tough love [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my previous poly Marauders, it really means a lot! I’ve just been obsessing over poly Marauders fics recently and it had inspired me so much, so I really hope you love this as much as I do. Feedback is always appreciated!

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem! Non-Gryffindor! Reader

Words: 3.3k

Summary: Your “newly” established poly relationship with the three Marauders has you feeling many emotions. Sirius has always been one for though love and doesn’t often let his emotions show. In the start of your relationship, you have a hard time reading him and you think he doesn’t really like you and only is in the relationship because he wants to be the two other Marauders and you’re the catch/con that comes along.

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mention of cum, praise kink, degradation, one singular spank, polyamorous relationship, soft dom! Remus, soft dom! James, dom! Sirius, Sirius being mean, mention of food, light angst to fluff, as always let me know if I missed anything.'

The sun was shining brightly through the windows of the great hall. You were sitting at the Gryffindor table with your three new boyfriends. Remus and Sirius were across from you and James beside you, with a hand on your thigh, never wanting to not be touching you. Your right foot was between Remus’, him also not wanting to not be touching you. You had let your left foot be free so you could be touching Sirius as well, but he didn’t take. Looking under the table, being as subtle as possible, you saw James’ shoe-covered feet, one of them touching the side of Remus’ foot and the other one between Sirius’ but moved in a way so yours wouldn’t reach his. You looked up at the table again and saw that Sirius was holding Remus’ hand on top of the table.

Your three boys were laughing and talking, as they normally did, and you tried to keep a smile on your face and keep up with the conversation, but you couldn’t help the way your stomach dropped slightly at the thought that Sirius didn’t want to touch you.

“What do you think, Bunny?” Remus asked, all of their eyes suddenly on you.

You looked up and looked between their faces.

“Huh?”

Remus let out a small laugh, “I just said that because the weather is so nice, we could go to the lake after class and asked what you thought about the idea, but you were too busy being in bunny world huh?”

“Oh yeah, that sounds nice,” you answered with a small smile. You looked down at your plate again and started to pick at your food, not feeling particularly hungry anymore.

Remus looked at you in a confused manner and looked between James and Sirius, who both shrugged their shoulders.

“Alright, lake after class it is,” James announced with a grin.

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Holding onto Remus’ hand, you were all making your way towards the castle entrance, after having enjoyed all of the late afternoon at the lake, getting as much sun as possible.

Making your way up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower and Remus not letting go of your hand indicated that they wanted you to join them in their dorm room, which you did with no complaints.

As you made it to their room the door was shut firmly behind all of you and the boys didn’t waste time finding one of their beds to place you on and make hasty work of removing the minimal amount of clothes you were wearing.

You could feel arousal starting to churn in your belly as James kneeled at the foot of the bed and removed your lace panties. Remus had moved behind you and laid you on his chest as he removed your bra. He didn’t waste any time placing his hands on your breasts, as soon as they were freed, kneading them and making you let out a needy whine.

“A desperate little thing, aren’t you?” Sirius asked rhetorically as he ran a finger through your soaked folds.

James placed a finger at your entrance, slowly circling it, gathering your arousal before slowly letting it enter you. You let out a small gasp at the intrusion.

“Such a good girl,” James cooed, thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly before adding a second finger.

You moaned and grabbed Remus’ right wrist as he moved it to your throat.

“She’s no good girl... she’s just a desperate whore who’s only good for one thing, but not even that,” Sirius scoffed out as his thumb started to circle your clit.

Your eyes snapped up to look at his face, your stomach dropped, and you could feel light tears starting to gather in your eyes at the mean comment.

You wanted to be good for him and for him to like you as much as James and Remus did, but you felt like an imposter of some kind and that Sirius just wanted the part with you to be over.

Sirius felt your stare and removed his gaze from your clit which he was working his finger on. As soon as he met your eye you looked back at James, scared that Sirius would be annoyed at you for looking at him.

James picked up the speed of his fingers. The lewd squelching sounds filling the room, causing you to blush.

“Aww, are you feeling shy? You’re absolutely pathetic,” Sirius mocked, the first part faking pity and the second almost like you were being scolded.

James removed his fingers and stood at the foot of the bed.

“Alright darling, up you get,” he said and helped you up on your knees in front of him.

He leaned down and kissed you while cradling the back of your neck to keep you in place. Your hands found their way to his t-shirt covered chest and slowly worked their way up in his hair.

After some time, you pulled apart and looked behind you to observe your two other lovers.

Remus’ clothes had been removed and Sirius was lying beside him as they lazily made out. Sirius had Remus’ cock in hand and stroked it slowly, causing you to whine at the sight.

James chuckled slightly at your small whine, “what’s wrong darling? You want to be a part of it?”

You turned your head back towards James and nodded. He chuckled again and helped you turn your body fully towards the two boys.

Behind you, James made haste work of removing his own clothes and cleared his throat to gain the attention of the two others.

“Our darling is feeling a little left out,” James said as the two boys broke apart and looked towards you, “what is it you want to do pretty girl?”

You looked at Sirius who just rolled his eyes, so you quickly looked over to Remus. James had placed his hands on your shoulders for encouragement.

“Uhm... can I pl-please suck your cocks sirs?” You said almost in a whisper, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment from the question you had asked.

“Of course, you can, bunny, especially when you ask so nicely,” Remus replied and motioned for you to come closer to him in his seated form.

You settled between his legs and slowly took over for Sirius by grabbing Remus at his base and stroking just like Sirius had.

You leaned down and took his tip in your mouth, circling it with your tongue. Just as you were about to take more, a harsh slap was landed on your ass causing you to jolt forward and gag around Remus.

“Come on, get to it!” Sirius said as he sat down beside Remus again.

You quickly recovered and started bobbing your head up and down on Remus’ cock, not wanting Sirius to be more dissatisfied with you.

As you were working your mouth on Remus, you felt James rub his tip through your folds before slowly pushing in.

You moaned around Remus at the stretch and Remus groaned as he feels the vibrations on him.

James set a steady rhythm while holding your hips in a bruising grip.

You could tell by Remus’ increased breathing and the small twitch of his cock in your mouth that he was close. Probably due to Sirius having worked him up prior to you sucking him off.

“That’s it bunny, take it all,” Remus groaned out as he emptied himself in your mouth. You kept sucking, making sure to get every last drop.

You pulled off of him and out of instinct let your tongue fall out of your mouth to show that you had indeed swallowed everything.

“There’s a good bunny,” Remus said while caressing your cheek, making you lean more into his touch as your mouth hung open and moans spilling out.

Remus and Sirius maneuvered so Sirius could sit in front of you and get his turn.

You didn’t wait for instruction you simply put your head down towards his bright red cock and put it in your mouth. You could taste the salty pre-cum and used your tongue to spread it down his shaft.

Behind you, you could feel James’ thrusts picking up speed and becoming sloppier, which meant he was close. James found your clit with one hand and drew fast circles on it, wanting you to finish before him.

You moaned loudly at the feeling and gagged slightly when you felt Sirius’ head meet the back of your throat.

Sirius scoffed, “come on we’ve taught you better than that, you really are useless.”

“Sirius,” Remus said firmly, almost as a warning, him knowing that you weren’t so good at degradation if it wasn’t paired with praise.

“What? She just needs to learn, it’s not that hard,” Sirius fired back, talking like you weren’t even there.

You could feel your orgasm building, the burn in your stomach also starting to gather from trying to hold it until you were told otherwise.

“You’re doing so well darling, cum for us,” James said between grunts as his own orgasm approached.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your orgasm hit you, making you shake slightly and gag around Sirius again.

Your cunt squeezed and fluttered around James, prompting his own release.

You felt the warmth of his cum painting your insides and he rode it out slowly thrusting in you.

You grabbed Sirius’ thigh to ground yourself, but it was quickly slapped off.

“Did I say you could touch me with anything other than your mouth?” Sirius said, his tone feigning anger, but you took it as real anger and withdrew your hand back on the mattress and opted for the sheets to grab.

James pulled out and you could feel your mixed releases slowly run down your thighs.

Not long after Sirius started to grunt and moan softly. His release hit your tongue with no warning, but you still swallowed despite the slight gag you produced from it hitting the back of your throat.

Remus pulled you off of Sirius and wrapped his arms around you.

“You did so well, taking us all so well,” Remus said lowly in your ear.

“I’m going to lay you here and I’ll be right back to clean you up, alright?” Remus asked, even though it was more of a statement than a question.

You just nodded and were placed down on the mattress again as Remus got up to get his wand and a glass of water.

James went to gather clothes for all of you.

Remus returned and muttered a cleaning charm on all of you and handed you a glass of water, which you chugged and handed the glass back to Remus, who looked at you adoringly.

James returned with four shirts, three pairs of boxers, and a pair of clean panties that you had left with them for these situations.

You all quickly got dressed and you laid back down beside Sirius looking at him.

You didn’t actually meet his eyes and therefore missed the loving way he was staring at you, absolutely enchanted by you.

Out of instinct, you reached a hand up to caress his cheek, which you would normally do with James and Remus, but before you could make it to his face your hand halted and slightly twitched as you brought it back towards your chest.

You sat up quickly, not wanting to be in Sirius’ personal space.

“Uhm I just realized I forgot my wand in my own dorm, so I’ll just go get it and be right back,” you said quickly as you got out of bed and put back on the trousers you had been wearing to the lake.

“You don’t just want to get it tomorrow?” Sirius asked. You still didn’t meet his eye, not wanting to anger him.

“No, I’ll just get it now, that way I’ll also let you get a bit of a breather,” you said and dashed out of the room before any one of them could say anything more.

The three boys were left confused, and all looked between each other and the door you just left through.

“What the hell did she mean by that?” Sirius asked, sitting up on the bed.

“I’m not sure... maybe she needs a break from us?” James suggested.

“No, she usually wants to be close to us when we’re done and she said she would give us a break from her,” Remus pointed out, his brows knit together in confusion.

“You were quite mean towards her today, Pads,” Remus continued.

“She can handle it; she knows I don’t mean it,” Sirius replied.

“But does she really? You’ve been teasing her lately by not being affectionate towards her, what if she’s taking it as you being serious,” Remus stated.

“How long have you been doing this to her?” James asked all the attention now on Sirius.

“I don’t know, maybe a week or two, but it’s just because she gets all clingy when she’s needy and I want her to cling to me,” Sirius answered like he had been collecting data.

“But it hasn’t been working obviously, since she’s been clinging to James and me... Sirius, she probably thinks you’re mad at her or something,” Remus said with a sigh.

“She doesn’t know that this is your way of asking for affection! She needs reassurance,” James scolded lightly.

Sirius looked down at his hands, guilt bubbled up from deep inside.

“Well, I didn’t know, I thought she would tell me if it got to be too much,” Sirius said with a sad sigh.

“If she thinks you’re mad at her, I don’t think she’ll come back tonight... let’s check the map,” Remus said, already getting the map from his bedside table.

He set the map on the bed in front of Sirius and sat beside him, James on the other side.

Sirius muttered, “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.”

The map revealed itself and they all searched for you around the castle.

You weren’t in or near your own common room, neither were you close to Gryffindor tower.

“There!” James nearly shouted and pointed to your name in the astronomy tower.

“Alright let’s go,” Remus said, and the three boys left their room forgetting that they were only in boxers and a t-shirt.

You hadn’t forgotten your wand in your common room, it was tucked away in your bag that lay on the floor of the boy’s dorm.

You sat and looked at the view of the grounds as you sat with your legs dangling off the edge of the astronomy tower. You often came here to think or to just clear your head, it was peaceful.

You couldn’t help but think about what you were going to do. You obviously loved all three boys, but it broke your heart to think that maybe Sirius didn’t feel the same and you didn’t want to force him to be with you just because you wanted to be with him and the two others as well. You hadn’t noticed the tears until you felt one hit your hands. You especially hadn’t noticed the rushed footsteps that echoed up the stairwell, too lost in your thoughts.

The three boys stopped at the top of the stairs and looked out your figure sitting on the edge. You hadn’t turned around, so they knew you hadn’t heard them, even though they were panting and weren’t being particularly quiet.

“Puppy, are you okay?” Sirius’ voice startled you and you quickly tried to wipe away your tears with your hands.

The three boys made their way over to you. You thought that they would sit beside you, but instead, Sirius hooked his hands under your arms lifting you up and making you stand. You didn’t turn around like he expected you to, so he gripped both your arms and turned you around.

Sirius’ heart dropped when he noticed your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek and caressing it softly and angling your face, so you were forced to look at his face.

“Why didn’t you come back to the room, pup?” He asked softly giving you a gentle smile.

Your heart fluttered at the gentleness and care he was showing, but you didn’t want to get too excited and having it ripped away from you.

“Oh, uhm I just thought that maybe you needed some space and just wanted to be you, boys, alone,” you said quietly looking between the three of them as James and Remus came to stand on either side of you.

“Why would we need space from you? We love spending time with you,” James asked, the confused tone evident in his voice.

Your cheeks were burning red with embarrassment, not wanting to air out your insecurities.

“What’s wrong, puppy? You can tell us,” Sirius urged.

You let out a nervous breath and tried to avoid his eyes, but when you looked away from Sirius you would be looking at either James or Remus, so there was nowhere to look but down.

“I-I just feel l-like that I’m in the way of you guys’ relationship,” you breathed out, still looking down, “I know you want to be with Remus and James and that I’m kinda just there as well, but I don’t want to force you to be with me as well if you don’t want to,” you mumbled the last part quietly aimed towards Sirius, but the three boys heard you loud and clear.

Sirius was quick to grab your face and make you look up into his eyes.

“That is absolute nonsense, of course, I want to be with you! What would make you think that I wouldn’t?” Sirius rushed out, not letting go of your face.

“Uhm… you don’t really like touching me and you haven’t really talked to me for about two weeks, and you call me pathetic and useless,” you say quietly, your voice breaking as tears start forming in your eyes.

“oh puppy,” Sirius said sadly as he realized how much his teasing had affected you.

“I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I want to be with you just as much as I want to be with these two idiots,” Sirius said, which earned him a swat at the back of his head by Remus and a swat on his arm from James.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t want to be with you… I just wanted to tease you so you would be clingier towards me,” Sirius admitted.

You cocked your head to the side slightly, confused by his statement.

“Yeah… Sirius has a weird way of showing affection and an even weirder way of letting us know that he wants affection,” Remus said with a light chuckle. “But we all love you and we all want to be with you, puppy,” you had never seen Sirius look so… well…serious, about anything ever.

You leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, a small part of you still afraid he would turn away. Your concerns were soon gone when he met you halfway and connected your lips in a loving kiss. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss and wrap your arms around Sirius’ torso, him doing the same and holding your body close to his.

You broke the kiss and giggled when Sirius followed your lips whining for another kiss. You turned your head and kissed both Remus and James as well as you could, still in Sirius’ arms as he refused to ease his grip on you.

“Again, I’m so sorry, our beautiful girl, I’ll never ever make you doubt my love for you again,” Sirius stated and reconnected your lips.

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Should've Told You (Leigh Shaw x Reader) Chapter 9

Summary: Reader plans a special evening for them and Leigh in Palm Springs.

A/N: Hate it or love it, this is chapter 9. This one I wanted to have done on October 2nd because that's Leigh's birthday but the 11'th will have to do. Thank you for all of the nice comments on my stories. I might not respond to all but I read and love every single one of them. I love you all, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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After you have disappeared, Leigh looks around the room for something to do and decides to take a shower. When she exits she is confused to find a dress on the bed with a note that said “Wear me.” Opting not to question it Leigh puts on the dress and looks around for any clues as to where you might be since her phone is shut off and in the car. She only has herself to blame for that one. When she doesn't find anything else she finishes getting ready. Adding the little bit of makeup she has on hand and fixing her hair with the hotel blow dryer. Once she is satisfied with her look she finds herself sitting bored on the edge of the bed staring at everything in the room, waiting for you. This allows her mind to drift to the one place she didn’t want it to:

What would this be like if she was here with Matt?

Though she made the joke, they definitely wouldn’t be screwing like bunnies. She’s pretty sure that they barely touched each other near the end. The fact that she couldn't always take her husband to the finish line after she had enjoyed herself would hurt and make her feel less sexy. She understood that it was something that his medication caused but she often blamed herself for it. Sex isn't everything in a relationship, she remembers repeating to herself often. But it was something she enjoyed and wanted to share that kind of natural elation and expression of love with her husband, was that so wrong of her? That was an argument she made with him one night when he hadn't touched her in over a month and she was trying to set the mood. That was the first time he ever left her in the middle of a fight. She remembers wanting to call you that night, but because you hadn't been in contact with her for weeks she figured you needed your space. That feeling of being alone began to creep in on her and she had a new understanding of what Matt had been going through. At least that's what she thought she could compare that feeling too. What she hadn't known is she had been dealing with a dull version of that loneliness for months, especially at night when her husband was right next to her but felt miles away. It had only affected her when she was actually alone. So that begs the question, what would they be doing on their romantic getaway?

Her mind began to wander further with more positive images of cuddles in robes, laughing over a meal, reading separate books by the pool in bathing suits, and soft sweet kisses that were getting harder to remember, flashing behind her eyes. And maybe she wouldn't have that lonely feeling when going to bed. Maybe they would've been happy. Maybe this one weekend could have fixed their marriage. Maybe, maybe, maybe… That's when there is a knock on the door. Leigh hurries to answer, hoping that it's you so that she can go back to pretending that it has always been you. "Y/n," she grins.

"Will you go on a date with me, Ms. Leigh Shaw?" You say in a formal manner doing your best to contain your own grin to remain in character. You present her with a bouquet of flowers you grabbed at a nearby supermarket. She loved all kinds of flowers so you didn’t worry about trying to find specific favorites, just whatever looked best.

“I would be happy to,” Leigh takes the flowers and sets them on the table.

"I hope you like the complimentary dress that has been provided for you by the hotel."

"Complimentary, huh?"

"I do believe that is what I said, yes," you smirk at her.

"It's a lovely dress, I'm very happy with it. I am curious to know how the hotel knew that I would be."

"Nevermind the details. Shall we?" You offer your elbow to escort her out of the room.

“We shall,” Leigh grabs her keycard just in case and loops her arm around yours. “So, was this suit also in the hotel gift shop also or…?” She tugs on the fabric of your jacket.

“I always keep a spare one in the car whenever I go to an event. This was left sitting in the trunk from the wedding yesterday. Don’t worry, I didn’t break our no cell phone’s rule. I just didn’t like what they had.”

“Oh I’m sure anything they had would’ve looked nice. You’ve just become a snob about your suits ever since you could afford to get them made specifically for you.”

“Hey, I am not a snob. I pay good money for these things, I’m going to wear them every chance I get. Besides, I figured you would say that so I made sure to try some on and take pictures with that polaroid camera that I never use. Here you go,” you reach into your pocket to hand her the photos of every outfit you tried on that the hotel had. There actually were some decent outfits in the gift shop, but like you said, you paid a lot for those suits and it was just sitting in the car. So, you made their outfits look ridiculous for the purpose of the photo proof.

Leigh caught on and laughed at your attempt. "You know you'd be able to pull off a burlap sack. You just like to be snobby."

You grimace, "There's that word again. Damn, can't I look good for our first date?"

"Mmm… not technically our first, but fine. I guess I would've been a little offended if you hadn't shown up in one of your precious suits."

"Mock all you want… Wait. What do you mean it's not our first date? I think I would have remembered if we dated before." You stop walking to place the back of your hand on Leigh's face, checking her temperature. "Are you feeling okay? Should we go back to the room and have you lie down?"

Leigh scoffs, "You're annoying, you know that?" You wink in response. "I meant that you've taken me on plenty of dates."

"Friend dates don’t count. That was just us spending time together in a public setting but without inviting the rest of our friends." You carry on walking so you’re not late to your reservations.

“I guess you’re right, if I counted those as dates then we would have already been in a relationship because we hung out just the two of us a lot.”

"Exactly, and if that were the case we would have been cheating on each other a lot. No, no, this is our very special first date. Got it?”

“Fine, I will let go of all of the other special hangouts I previously considered as dates. But this one better be worth it."

"Just dump a pile of pressure on me, why don't you?"

Leigh laughs and kisses your cheek, causing you to blush. She said it was adorable and the two of you continued on. The owner of the hotel was leaving the area you talked to him about reserving for privacy as you arrive at your destination. "Everything is all set up. Have fun," he gave you an awkward thumbs up and you thanked him once again as he walked away.

"After you," you say as you guide Leigh into the lounge ahead of you. She is amazed by the added fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and the single table set up in front of the stage. The table was covered in a thick white cloth with two plates, utensils wrapped in red cloth napkins, three roses in a thin glass vase in the center, a wine glass in front of each plate and a glass for water beside them. Two servers stand off to the side and wait for you to settle in. Once you've helped seat Leigh and have sat down yourself, they approach with menus and fill the water glasses, going over the specials and suggestions.

Leigh surprises you by ordering for you which is exactly what you would have ordered. You grin at her for knowing you so well. "How did you pull all of this off in an hour?"

"It actually took me two and a half hours. I think you were in that shower longer than you realized."

"So you did deliver the dress yourself?"

"What? No… Okay, yes. It was me," you confess after failing to play it off.

"Why even try to hide it?"

"Because I'm not used to being completely open with you. I mean it has to feel weird for you too right? Now we officially have no secrets between us. Honestly, I don't think it's healthy."

Leigh laughs, "Oh and torturing ourselves for years hiding this from each other was?"

"Okay, you've got me there."

"Seriously though, how did you manage all of this?"

You shrug, "I've known Tripp for years, he owed me a favor and I finally decided to collect."

"Oh? And what did you do that was equivalent to all of this?"

"It was nothing special. The guy wiped out when surfing and I made sure he didn't die. I told him he didn't owe me but he wouldn't shut up about it. Now we're even," you take a sip from your water.

"And how does this even out saving his life?" She gestures to the surroundings.

"Because this could be the start of a new, very long and happy chapter in mine." Leigh fights her smile and shyly glances down at her plate.

"You're cheesy, you know that?"

"I'm aware."

"Good, acceptance is the first step." You playfully roll your eyes as the conversation shifts around until the meals are being brought out. The food was amazing as always and Leigh was pleasantly surprised. This of course being her first time here. You even take a moment to use the polaroid camera to capture the moment. Then you take a few of Leigh and she gets shy about it but you’re able to get a few nice ones. She steals the camera from you declaring that it's your turn but gets annoyed when you start posing. Eventually she was satisfied the camera went away and you stored the pictures in your jacket pocket.

"So you think it's that easy, huh?" The two of you had finished your meals and Leigh made a joke at your expense. She nodded and laughed as her eyes lit up and danced joyously. You admired how bright they were tonight. It has been a rare sighting this year. "Alright, show me what you've got then since you're so sure of yourself."

"Okay, give me a second to get into character." She wiggles in her seat and relaxes her face to wipe away the grin that hasn't left all night and she lifts the dessert menu up. When she's ready she drops the menu back onto the table and sighs. "Nothing looks good on the menu." She looks up at you and you take that as your cue to humor her and ask why not? "Because you're not on it," she winks and you can't help but burst out laughing.

"And I'm the cheesy one!" You exclaim.

"You can't tell me that didn’t make you want to sleep with me right now?"

"I don't," you lean back in your seat with crossed arms. "Come on, Lollipop. There were times where you could, I don't know, blink and I would've jumped into bed with you. But a pickup line like that?" You shake your head. "Not going to do it."

"Damn. There's no convincing you tonight is there?"

You shrug, "No shame to those that do, but I'm not the type to give it all up on the first date."

"Bullshit! You totally have before!"

"I –– Okay, okay, but to be fair I saw no future with any of those people."

"People? So not just girls?"

A blush creeps up on your cheeks as you realize that there are some details of your life that you haven't shared with Leigh. "I am an equal opportunist, you know that."

"Do I? You've only ever introduced me to your girlfriends. I never knew you had boyfriends."

"That's because I didn't. They were just kisses, flings or one nights. Nothing serious enough to bring around the important people in my life."

"Oh and that one airhead made the cut. What was her name again?"

"Alright, we don't have to get into that. No past, remember?"

Leigh sets down her wine glass, "Right. No past."

You stare at your glass as you nervously run your fingers against the glass. "I planned something really cheesy now I'm second guessing on whether or not I should do it."

"Does it have to do with that acoustic guitar and stool sitting on the stage?"

"You noticed?"

"I'm observant," she responds nonchalantly. "You should do it. You haven't played me a song in a really long time." Leigh reaches across the table and plays with the hand you had been caressing your glass with. "I would really appreciate it."

"Let's order dessert first and then I'll play while we wait," you bargain.

"I already told you they don't have what I want," she challenged.

"And I told you that I'm not serving it tonight. Settle for something else." You point at the menu. "Their creme brulee isn't the most amazing but it's decent enough. Oh how about one of their chocolate lava cakes." You state as the two of you continue to play with each other's hands.

"Order whatever you think I'll like. I don't think I can decide," she finished her glass of wine just as one of the servers had returned to check in on you guys. He had a fresh bottle of wine but the both of you stopped him before he could open it. You order a dessert and down the rest of the alcohol in your glass as you get ready to perform for Leigh. The only person you have ever played music in front of.

You taught yourself to play guitar from high school through college but you weren't confident in your self learning abilities, and when you were younger you couldn't afford guitar or singing lessons. Now that you can afford it, you don't really have the time for it. But YouTube was a very beneficial source of learning and whenever you had downtime and wanted to play around with the instrument you did. Singing lessons were something you had to get but one of the studios paid for it. You weren't going to be recording an album anytime soon but you definitely sounded much better than you had when you started out.

It's just Leigh, you repeat in your head to calm yourself down from the nerves that suddenly had your stomach twisting and turning. "This is a song that I know you are familiar with because when I got my first ipod I kept playing this particular song around you often thinking I was clever. But hey, you never caught on so maybe I was." Leigh laughs but quiets down as soon as you start strumming.

"I was sleeping

And right in the middle of a good dream

And all at once I wake up

From something that keeps knocking at my brain

Before I go insane, I hold my pillow to my head

And spring up in my bed

Screaming out the words I dread

I think I love you"

Leigh shakes her head throughout the song and covers her face, probably thinking about all of the times you sang this to her without her realizing your intention was directed towards her. You wink at her as you carry on.

"This morning

I woke up with this feeling

I didn't know how to deal with

And so I just decided to myself

I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it

And did not go and shout it

When you walked into the room

I think I love you "

You continued to play the song through to the end and when you finished Leigh gave you a standing ovation and requested an encore. You gave her a funny face and shook your head. "I only planned to do the one song missy."

"Boo!" She playfully stuck her tongue out at you and you returned the action. "Fine, come down here. Let's enjoy this dessert together. It looks delicious."

"I hadn't even noticed that they brought it out."

"Neither did I, until I smelled it."

You set the borrowed guitar gently down on its stand and hurry back to your table. Leigh convinces you to feed each other and she makes certain satisfied noises to tease you. You catch on very quickly with what she is doing. "You're evil you know that?"

"Nope, just used to getting what I want," she has an determined yet alluring look in her eyes that makes it difficult for you to resist her. After the last bite Leigh pulls you in for a lingering kiss that of course leaves you wanting more. You struggle to not give in but that logical part of your brain is still pulling you through. It wouldn't be smart to get physical tonight. "I want to go swimming," she says softly once she detaches herself from you.

You swallow thickly, "I'm pretty sure the pool is closed and we d-don't have anything to swim in." Leigh gives you a mischievous smirk and you know that once you jump in that pool, you're not going to be able to say no anymore. Which if you're being honest with yourself, you never really were to begin with.

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You drag yourself up the driveway from a long day of school, auditions, and work when you notice Leigh on the porch swing. "Hey Lollipop, did we have plans?" You ask a little confused. She shakes her head, you find it odd. "Are you okay?" She shakes her head again. "Do you want to go inside and talk about it?" She nods and follows you into the house. Luckily, no one is downstairs when you walk in so you can usher Leigh into your room without being disrupted with an awkward encounter with one of your family members. “So do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“Not really,” she sighs as she plops herself onto your bed. Your dog jumps right next to her and curls into Leigh’s side. Your dog gives you a look and Leigh can’t help but laugh when she notices. “Are you only cuddling with me to make your owner jealous?” She speaks in a ridiculous voice that she reserves for your dog.

“Why else would she snuggle up to you?” You set your bag down and join them on the bed. You pet the small dog mindlessly to help you relax from your stressful day as you wait for Leigh to talk.

“I don’t know, maybe she sensed that I needed it. Dogs are sensitive to that kind of thing, you know?” You nod and prop your head up with your hand to watch Leigh as you continue to patiently wait for her to reveal why she’s here. “I’m surprised that we didn’t have to kick your brother out when we walked in.” She says instead to stall for time.

“I gave him permission to move the consoles into his room because he made a very valid point.”

“Which was…?”

“I’m almost never home because I’m super busy. When I am home, I’m not using them because surprise, surprise, I’m still busy. Honestly, I’ve only played them a handful of times. Once I realized that, I let him have them.”

“You’re a good sibling,” the words make her choke up and that is your cue to push for information.

“Did something happen between you and Jules?” You ask and continue to watch Leigh carefully. You can tell that she is biting the inside of her cheek to hold back the tears and you figure that was why she was here. “Is the drinking getting out of hand again?” She shuts her eyes and takes a slow breath, you might’ve pushed too far.

“You know what, I’m being ridiculous. I don’t even know why I came here.” Leigh moves to get off of the bed but you stop her by placing your hand on her wrist.

“Stay, you don’t have to tell me anything. We can put on a movie or go to sleep. You can even cry and I won’t ask why. Just, please, you don’t look like you should be alone tonight.” Leigh turns back to you and nods silently. You offer her a reassuring smile, “So a movie or straight to bed?”

“A movie sounds nice,” she wipes at the tears that fall as she speaks and then puts her attention to your dog, who is more than happy to receive it. You move off of the bed and go to your dvd player and movie collection to find something suitable for Leigh’s current mood. Either something to lift her mood or something to comfort and distract her for the moment. You sigh and pick the latter. You put the movie in and grab your pajamas to leave the room to change into. "Annie Hall?" Leigh says surprised just as you're about to leave.

You turn and offer a small smile, "I was feeling generous."

"You hate this movie."

You squint your eyes, "I don’t recall ever telling you that. You know hate is a strong word. But I can't completely disagree with that assumption."

Leigh tilts her head to the side. "You roll your eyes when you don’t think I’m looking every time I put it on. I don't understand what you don't like about it. It's my favorite movie!"

"And that is exactly why I won't tell you why I hate it. I don’t want to ruin it for you."

"Whatever, hurry up and change so we can enjoy the movie together." She says in a much better mood than she was in not a minute ago. That was why you owned the damn movie. It has that effect on her. "Oh! Before you go, can I borrow something?"

"Do you even have to ask at this point? I'll knock before I come back in." You finally leave the room and close the door behind you. Once you've changed you do your nightly routine of washing your face and brushing your teeth before knocking on your bedroom door. She opens it when she's ready and the two of you return to the bed, getting settled under the covers this time. Your dog assures that there is distance between the both of you by laying right in the middle of the bed.

Twenty minutes into the movie while the main character is revisiting how he met Annie Hall, Leigh can't help herself but ask you why you don't like the movie. "Like look at Diane Keaton! She is a total icon. You have to admit, her outfit is pretty cool."

"Is that all you're paying attention to?" You look up from the script in your hands and raise an eyebrow at Leigh which elicits an eye roll from her. "I don't want to break the spell for you, just watch your movie. I have lines to go over."

"Tell me," she whines as she grabs your arm and shakes you around a bit. "Please, please, please."

You sigh, "Fine. I don't like it because it's just Woody Allen showing the world exactly who he is and the world either ignoring or encouraging it. The character he plays, not to mention wrote and directed, is obsessed with sex. It's literally all that he thinks about. He dumps girls because they either can't keep up with him or he's bored with them. Personally, I think it's disgusting. Oh and he complains the whole movie about never being able to have a real connection with a woman. Yet the only connection he actually cares about is the one he gets to make with his dick. Let's not forget that he treats Annie like shit the whole time. Sure there's a glimpse here and there as to why they were together. But she was depressed and he brushed it off like it was nothing."

"He paid for her therapy," Leigh points out.

"Yeah and when the therapy was helping her, like it was supposed to, he was upset about it. What about the scene where Annie's brother confided in him about his suicidal fantasy and the guy made a joke and left him there? The brother needed help and didn’t know how else to reach out for it. I’m not saying it was Alvy’s sole responsibility but he could have at least tried to find someone that could help. The guy is simply shitty and unlikable. If I'm going to watch a movie where the main character is shitty, they at least have to be likeable so I can hate myself a little for liking them." You return your attention to the script.

"Are you finished?" Leigh asks. You mutter your response and flip to the next page. "Wow, this whole time I thought you were never paying attention and didn't like the movie because you hadn't given it a chance. But wow, you are opinionated."

"Yeah, well, it's a shitty story. I will say that it is a well produced shitty story, but a shitty story nonetheless. And Diane Keaton's wardrobe isn't enough to sell me on liking the movie. But you're right, she has a few iconic looks." You don't look up from the pages as you talk and search for your next line to highlight.

"Thank you! I told you she looks good."

You cap the marker and make noise in disbelief. "After everything you're still fixated on that?"

Leigh shrugs, "Not exactly. I like her character, sure she shouldn't have put up with Alvy for as long as she did but you can't deny the onscreen chemistry between Diane Keaton and Woody Allen. Besides, it's a pretty funny movie when you're not hung up on all of that negative stuff." You bite your tongue deciding tonight is not the night for this kind of conversation. Surprised by her defense of Woody Allen. "Oh my goodness, wouldn't it be so cool if you got to work with one of them? I mean it's possible, you are pretty talented, Y/n."

"Diane I could see working with one day. As for Woody…"

"Come on, Y/n, he's a brilliant storyteller! You're telling me that given the opportunity you wouldn't sign onto one of his projects?"

"I wouldn't even audition."

"Not even for me," Leigh bats her eyes which you pay no attention to.

"Nope, not even for you, Lollipop." You flip the page. "You're just going to have to settle for Diane Keaton."

She purses her lips in a frown but accepts it anyway. "I'm going downstairs to grab something to drink. Want anything?"

"I'm good, thank you."

"Not even a snack?" You shake your head and claim that you're not hungry. She narrows her eyes at you. "Did you drink water today?" You give no indication that you have or haven't. "I'm bringing you water and you're drinking the whole thing. And a snack, I have a feeling the only thing you had was a pastry from work this morning." You sigh, having been caught and look up to Leigh's disapproving glare.

"I had an audition during my lunch and the rest of the day got hectic. I lost track of time. Before I knew it I was coming home and finding you on my front porch looking like a lost puppy," you explain yourself.

"If your family wasn't asleep right now I would cook you dinner and make you eat it." Leigh says in a threatening tone.

"Oh-kay," you say slowly. Thrown off by such an absurd threat.

"But for now we'll both have to settle on snacks and water. I will be right back." She pauses the movie and you set attention back to the script. Except your concentration is harder to grasp now that your brain was made aware of the aches of your empty stomach. It was worth it to skip that lunch though, because you wouldn't be highlighting lines for a feature film right now if you hadn't. "Seriously, Y/n. You need to take better care of yourself. Aren't you the one always going on and on about how your body is an instrument and it has to be properly taken care of." She drops the pile of snacks on the bed before leaving again.

"Why do I have to take care of myself when I have you to do it for me?" You joked when she returned with the waters, she responded with another glare. You snapped the cap back onto the highlighter and used it to hold your place in the script before placing it on the cluttered desk next to your bed. "Thank you for making sure I ate today. Even if it is just apples, cereal bars, chips, and popcorn?" You give her a look.

"The popcorn is for me, chips are to share and the rest is for you. It’s the only healthy food I could find! I’m surprised you guys don’t have many healthy options."

“My mom likes to have comfort food around,” you shrug. “And since I don’t have time to go shopping with her, I have to live with whatever she and my little brother grab.”

“How is she doing with everything?”

“She’s as well as any mother with a sick child can be. Constantly worrying and whatever, but my brother seems to be doing better every day. There haven’t been any major setbacks in a while and the doctors are confident that he could be strong enough to start working and get back to having a life soon."

"That's good." The conversation dies there as the pair of you eat the snacks and watch the movie. You try to watch the film through her eyes and laugh when the guy sneezes away the box of expensive cocaine. But ultimately fail and become annoyed with it again. When the movie is over neither of you are tired enough to go to bed, this time Leigh picks a movie.

"Why would you put on Scream 2?" You look up from the script that has returned to your hands at the sound of the familiar menu sequence. "You know I can't stay up with you all night if you can't sleep." She didn’t like the thought of not knowing if a person in her life wanted to kill her the way people in Sidney’s life tried to kill her. It gave her trust issues for weeks after every view of the movie.

"I can handle myself just fine, this movie isn't even that scary to me anymore. Besides this is the one where the guy makes a fool of himself and sings that one song you like right?" You nod and will yourself not to blush. That song often made you think about her. "You gave some, now I'm returning some. That's how you keep a strong friendship," Leigh says, climbing back into bed.

"I'm pretty sure that only applies to marriage."

"Oh, Gumdrop. How naive you can be sometimes,” she feigns disappointment. “Every good relationship is about a healthy balance of give and take. For example, you sat through my favorite movie without complaining the entire time, not counting when I made you explain why you hate it, and now I put on one of your favorites and I promise not to keep you up too late. Besides, it's not even scary."

You smile knowingly, "As kind of a gesture this is, you should really put something else on. I need to focus on this, it's my first role in a studio film."

"You're shitting me, Y/n! You actually got casted in something that's going to pay you and you didn't say anything?"

“Technically, it’s not an official thing. They said that the role is mine if some big name they're holding out for turns it down. Which I'm hoping that they do but I'll be fine if they don't. There'll be other roles. What is meant for me cannot pass me by," you finish with the mantra that one of your acting teachers drilled into your head.

"That's so not fair. They can't do that, can they?"

You shrug, "It's actually more common than you might think."

"Well, I'll have my mom use her manifesting powers to make sure whoever they're waiting on decides not to take the job." She wiggles her fingers around, mocking her mother's beliefs.

"You joke, but could you? If you don't do it I will."

Leigh scoffs, "You don't actually believe in that stuff do you?"

You shrug, "I'm not against calling in higher energies I don't understand in order to get a part that I really, really want."

"Oh please, if your dad was praying you would have a fit about it." You make a suspicious face, looking away, which causes Leigh's jaw to drop in shock. "No way."

"I might have called him after the audition… Does that make me a terrible person?"

"I don't know the rules but I don't think that will put you on the short list for hell."

You snap your fingers in disappointment, "Damn. I knew I should have had babies' hearts for breakfast." You smile at Leigh when she laughs at your joke. As thoughts of how you wish the two of you could be more enter your mind you pull your focus away from her and bring it back to the script. When the scene she put the movie on for comes on you mumble the lyrics softly to yourself because Leigh had fallen peacefully asleep but you still had a lot of work to do.

You don't call it a night until the movie is over. When you shut everything off and return to the bed Leigh unconsciously scoots closer to you, causing your dog to move lower on the bed. The movement makes you smile at Leigh once again before the heaviness of your eyes get the best of you and you drift off to sleep. Having a night of nonsense dreams of your mother buying you an expensive vile of cocaine and despite the fact that in reality you would never touch that stuff you snorted the whole thing and was left to an awkward dinner with your father, desperately trying to hide the fact that you were high and for some reason hallucinating. The images were fascinating to say the least. You woke up laughing but also very confused by the ride your mind decided to take you on.

"Wow you're already laughing and you don't even know why I came here last night." Leigh says in a raspy morning voice. You sit up and rub your eyes to wake up as you ask her what she is talking about. "I don’t know, I’m trying to figure out a way to tell you what happened yesterday.” You nod with a wide yawn that makes her yawn which makes you laugh. “Okay so, I know that I didn't tell you this but I was seeing someone." Before you can ask if she was in therapy she adds, "And yesterday I found out he was cheating on me." You fail to hide your shock but it's not like she wasn't expecting it.

"What?" You nearly shout and repeat the question in a softer tone after she shushes you.

"This guy I was seeing was cheating on me," she states again. You sit there for a moment not knowing what to do with a million questions running around in your mind. It was a lot of information to wake up to.

"Was it with Jules?" You ask, a little afraid of the answer.

"What? No, of course not! She would never do something like that to me."

"Then what was that whole thing about being a good sibling? You had me worried that Jules was out of hand again and did or said something that hurt you!"

"Well, she knew about Richard cheating on me and she didn't tell me! That's pretty shitty sibling behavior. I bet if you found out one of your brothers was being cheated on you would tell them."

"Wait, you dated a guy whose most common nickname is Dick?"

"That is not the problem right now, Y/n!"

"I'm just saying, the warning is right there."

"Oh my goodness!" Leigh exclaimed.

"You're right, I'm sorry. So, hold on, why did she not tell you? Did she give you a reason? Or… what did she say when you told her that Di-Richard was cheating on you?"

"She said, 'Oh great you know. Now I don't have to keep hiding it from you!' and then she told me the reason she kept it a secret was because he was supplying her with some sort of prescription drug."

"Great, so on top of her terrible drinking habits Jules is developing a drug problem." You shake your head. "So Dick really lives up to his name."

"She’s not developing a drug problem. She promised it was just a little experimenting to get rid of the curiosity. Anyway, this is why I never brought him up before. I knew you wouldn't have approved of him."

You decide to focus on one thing at a time because it is way too early to tell her what was wrong with what she said about Jules. "Yeah, well, it looks like I would've been right not to." You stand up from the bed and grab clothes to change into and set them on top of the dresser. "Is it a crime to care about my friends safety and well being?"

"No, but the last time I introduced you to a guy I was interested in, you took one look at him and said 'No way in hell' to his face."

"And what happened to him not a week later?"

She mumbles her response in a low volume, you couldn't hear her so you asked her to repeat what she said. "He got arrested!"

"Exactly! Where are you even meeting these guys?"

"Oh, Jules introduced them to me." Your eyes widen at Leigh in surprise and then it hits her. "Oh my… Do you think…? No. She…? Oh my god!" Leigh covers her face with her hands. "My sister did not just pimp me out for drugs!"

"Well hold on. Let's not jump to conclusions. Have you ever slept with these guys?"

"No!"

"There you go! She didn't pimp you out. I’m sure she just thought you would actually get along with them. If they gave her free samples, that's on them.” You offer with a shrug.

“I guess you’re right,” Leigh agrees, she turns to look out the window between the gap in the curtains and runs her fingers through her hair. The action causes you to stare at her in a longing way and you snap yourself out of your reverie before you can analyze the way the morning light is hitting her perfectly and the way it frames her features and how attractive she looks wearing your clothes. “Maybe I should just give up on dating and start buying cats.” At this you rejoin her on the bed and mention that she hates cats to lighten the mood. She glares at you in response.

“Look, the right person is out there for you. Maybe you need to take a few wrong turns before you finally take a correct one––”

“‘Right turn’ was literally right there,” she air quotes.

“Yeah but that can be confusing, because you can always turn right that doesn’t make it correct.”

“I can accept that, carry on.”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh, “Look at Annie Hall, if she hadn���t dated Alvy then she wouldn’t be the person that she was meant to grow into and she knows what to look for in future relationships. Now you know that you don’t want to date drug dealing cheaters. Which by the way, the next time Jules introduces you to someone turn, run, and never look back. It will save you a whole lot of trouble.” Leigh laughs and thanks you for making her feel better about the whole thing. “Any time, Lollipop. Hey, today is my day off. Want to do something?”

“I would but I’m scheduled to teach a class today,” she apologizes. “We could do something after though!”

“Okay, should I pick you up around noon?”

“Yes, but I’m also going to need some time to shower after. And can you give me a ride home. I walked here and don’t feel like walking back.”

“Of course, not a problem.”

She thanks you and you stand up again to grab your clothes to get ready for the day before you have to take her home. She usually taught around nine and it was seven. After you were done you handed her a fresh toothbrush that was still in the packaging, and went downstairs to make breakfast for everyone while you waited for her. Your mom came down to help as soon as she smelled the food cooking and your little brother raced Leigh on the stairs to the kitchen after you had shouted that the food was ready. She was in a playful mood and your brother was easy to mess with so you heard a few loud thuds before they appeared. “Mom Leigh kept pushing me into the wall!” He complained after he lost the race.

“Oh hush, no one likes a sore loser,” your mom says as she hands Leigh a plate first. Leigh sticks her tongue out at your little brother and he shakes his head with narrow eyes and mouthing a threat. You chuckle at the whole scene.

Once the two of you clear your plates you drive her home and even offer her a ride to the dance studio. She accepts it and you wait inside while she gets her work stuff together. “Good morning, Y/n. I didn’t know you spent the night,” Amy says as she passes you in the living room.

“Oh, I didn’t. Leigh was at my house last night. She’s just grabbing her stuff for work and then I’m going to drop her off.” You stand and follow her to the kitchen.

“I could have taken her. It is my business after all,” her mom pours herself a cup of tea.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind. Besides, we have plans to hang out after,” you explain as you take a seat at the island.

“Of course you do, the two of you can't stay away from each other for too long. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen you around here. Are things getting busy for you again?” You nod and bring up that you might’ve gotten a role but that they were still waiting for someone else to respond to the offer and you ask her about manifesting and how all of that stuff works. She happily goes into detail about how if people focus their energies they can shape their reality into whatever they desire it to be. You listen intently, really curious about what she has to say just as Leigh walks in.

“Huh, I didn’t think you were that serious. I guess you really want this role if you’re willing to buy into all of this b-s.”

“Hey, it doesn’t hurt to have an open mind about these things,” you defend.

“Let’s go, I don’t want to be late.” You stand up as she grabs a couple of water bottles from the refrigerator. “Stop corrupting my friend, mom. How am I supposed to complain about you if they start defending you?” You share a look with Amy and laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. “See? You’re already teaming up against me!”

Amy holds her hands up in surrender, “Okay! Y/n you’re a stranger to me from now on. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Leigh shakes her head at the two of you only making you laugh more. “So I’m assuming I’ll see the two of you at the studio?” Amy asks as she follows you and Leigh to the front door.

“No, I’m not staying. I’m just dropping her off.”

“You know, you could always stay for a free class,” Leigh offers. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m good,” you decline. “I’ll come in and say hi when I come pick her up though. Bye Mrs. Shaw.” You wave as you walk down the front steps. You say bye to Leigh after she fails to convince you to stay for the class for the millionth time and you return home to finish going over the script. With time to spare you stop by work to pick up your paycheck and order something to surprise the Shaw women with. You greet Amy and Jules, who was clearly still hung over, with hugs and the treats. She informs you that the class is running a little over schedule and then the two of you resume the earlier conversation.

Luckily this time you finish before Leigh can interrupt again. “Hey, do you think we should invite anyone else to hang out with us today?” You ask as you start the car.

“No, why would we do that?” Leigh asks as if the answer was obvious.

“Uh, because we have friends that aren’t just the two of us,” you explain slowly.

“Do you really want to sit around my house for hours trying to figure out something to do that will make everyone happy only to end up in my basement playing Monopoly?” You liked playing Monopoly but you saw her point so you dropped agreeing to having it just be the two of you instead. If only I could call this a date, you thought to yourself.

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“When do you think you realized?” Leigh asked as she traced patterns on your skin with the tip of her finger.

“Realized what?” You play clueless.

She makes a noise, “Realized that you were in love with me.”

“Hmm… The romantic version is that it was love at first sight which is kind of true but also not. As I’m sure you already know that because you’re asking. Right?”

“Exactly.”

You sigh as you try to pinpoint the moment you fell in love with her and you almost smack yourself for taking so long to remember. You knew the moment. “Remember in freshman year of high school when we were barely getting to know each other and I got really sick that one time?”

“Mmm you got sick a lot of times,” she points out.

“Haha, true, but I’m talking about the very first time.”

“Oh right, you missed our group presentation, got me sick, and I brought you soup. That’s the time you’re talking about?” You nod, not correcting her. There was never any proof that you made her sick. “I vaguely remember it. What about it?”

“Well, that’s when I knew. No one had ever done that for me, hell I’m not sure anyone, but you, has since. You’ve always been there for me when I’m sick. That first time was special though. It was the nicest thing and it made me feel like someone cared about me. No one, not including my mother, had ever made me feel that way. But it also scared the shit out of me.”

“Why?”

“Well, I was what? Fifteen or sixteen at the time. I didn’t want to make the same mistakes my parents did. Think about it, you know how they are now and at that age they were young and reckless and had no regard for the future problems they would cause with their selfishness. I never understood them and at the time I thought love was what caused all of those problems. Until I met and fell in love with you. I was terrified of you because I could understand how they got wrapped up in their emotions. I felt so much for you so fast and I knew that I did not want to ever lose you. I couldn’t. I can’t. The thought of not having you in my life… Well, it’s not one I allow myself to have.” As you stare at her, you memorize every small detail of her features. The constantly evolving hazel of her eyes. The dark rings that border the current green of her iris. Right now the rings look blue but it changes often. As does the main color of her eyes. Then you focus on the light splash of freckles on her nose. You touch some of the more prominent dots on her cheeks and connect them with a light caress. “I had to learn that they made those mistakes because of lust and not love."

“So what you’re saying is it's your parents fault that we didn't get together?"

You nod, "I essentially blame my parents for everything so… yeah."

"What's stopping you now?"

"The timing… it's all wrong."

"Is there always going to be some excuse as to why you don't want to be with me?" She pouts and you play with her extended lip as you contemplate your response. You sigh deeply as you feel your resolve crumbling.

"No," you start and adjust your position on the bed so that you're staring up at the ceiling. "It's taking everything to not jump with you right now but one of us has to stay on the ground, Lollipop." Stay strong, you think to yourself. "When did you know?"

"When you did that cute Stitch impression," you snorted at her answer.

"Seriously?"

"No," she laughs. "Gosh, when was it?" Leigh goes quiet as she thinks back to when she might've known instead of when she accepted it because it wasn't that long ago. "I don't think there was a specific moment… for me it was just something I knew and felt but chose to ignore. I remember thinking I was so special because you called me Lollipop and I wanted to call you something with a similar theme. But I didn't want it to be random and not have a meaning or story behind it. Oh! I remember now," she sits up against the bed frame pulling the sheets up with her. "We were hanging out at my house and by then I was super frustrated that I couldn't think of a nickname. You were going on and on about whatever movie we were watching and I was completely distracted and of course you noticed. You smiled at me and called me Lollipop to grab my attention and that is when I knew what to call you. No one knew that I loved gumdrops because I liked keeping that one little detail to myself. But I still didn’t know about my feelings until I tested out the nickname. I remember wanting to kiss you the first time I called you Gumdrop because you had the most adorable blush on your cheeks and the brightest smile that just… made my heart melt."

You begin to blush at the glowing description and you bite your lips to contain your smile, "So it was after you called me Gumdrop that you knew?" You look up at her as she nods. “I like it. Thank you for giving me a special nickname.” Leigh begins to play with your hair and you close your eyes at the soothing touch. This felt like a dream and it sort of was because this was meant to end in the morning.

“What’s got your mind racing, Gumdrop?”

“How can you tell?”

“You’re clenching your jaw and breathing a little funny,” she answers softly.

You open your eyes and shake your head ever so slightly. “It can wait until tomorrow. For now I want to enjoy our bubble.” Leigh smiles and returns to her earlier position, wrapping her arms around you.

“Thank you,” she pecks you on the lips. “Looks like I got my secret menu item after all.”

“You had to bring that up?” You kiss her back.

“Mmm, yes. Yes I did.”

“Well do you want seconds before they close the kitchen?”

“Really?” Her eyes light up again and you can’t help but give into her.

“Yes, but remember. What happens in Palm Springs, stays in Palm Springs.”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time,” she agrees and the two of you break the rules you tried to set for yourself again.

“What are we supposed to do when we leave here?” You ask as the two of you wait for the car to be brought out. After a long night together the question still kept gnawing on your brain. It’s not like you can continue pretending that everything is fine, but you also can’t pretend that this weekend didn’t happen. As much as you would like to be able to do either one of those things.

“I don’t know, you keep telling me that I’m not ready for a real relationship.”

“Because you’re not,” you turn to her.

“And what makes you so adamant about that?” Leigh says, frustrated.

“Because I’m not ready,” you answer truthfully. “Believe me, I wish that I was. And as much as I want to trust that you know what you’re feeling. I can’t. You want to think that it wouldn’t be a rebound relationship but that is exactly what it would be and I don’t want that.”

“You would not be a rebound relationship!”

You make a motion for her to lower her voice as you scan the area for eavesdroppers. “Leigh, come on, be real. Everyone needs to have a rebound or two before they’re actually ready to move on. Maybe it’s different for widows. Or maybe our situation could be an exception to the rule, but do you really want to risk it?” She is quiet so you continue on. “I want to be clear that I don’t have any regrets about what we did this weekend but we were pretending––”

“And why can’t we keep pretending? Isn’t that how you make a living?”

“Leigh, we have to come back to reality at some point or else our problems will only get worse. They don’t just disappear.”

“You would,” she mumbles.

You sigh, it was always easy to forget how those times affected her until she reminded you. Hopefully one day you can make the promise to never disappear on her again and be able to keep it. “And nothing would get resolved until I came back. I had to learn that the hard way.”

“Then why can’t we hop on a plane together and find somewhere we can pretend for a little while longer?” She pleads with a beseeching gaze. You wanted to give in again but knew that if you did the consequences could be bad.

“Because we’re adults and we have responsibilities. We have jobs that we can’t just leave. Well, maybe you can but you don’t even like your job. I have work first thing tomorrow.” The car pulls up and you take the keys opening the door for Leigh before you get in on the drivers side.

“I have an idea,” Leigh starts and you’re not thrilled to hear it but you let her continue. “What if we date but don’t tell anyone?” You don’t see how that would help anything. You’re still not in the right headspace to be in a relationship but you decide to hear her out anyway and you ask why she thinks it's a good idea. “I didn’t say that it was a good idea. I just said that it was an idea.”

“Wow, you have done it. You convinced me. Let’s do it,” you reply sarcastically.

“Really?”

“No!”

“Damn, oh well, it was worth a shot. At least I’m fighting for us, you’re over here surrendering to time. As if that’s going to do us any good.”

“It’s not that I’m not fighting for us, I’m just looking at the bigger picture. We can either have a short lived and possibly toxic experience together. Or we can have a long, happy, and healthy life together. Which one sounds more appealing to you?” You glance at her and bite back a laugh because she is pouting with her arms crossed like a child that isn’t getting their way and you find it adorable.

“Whichever one gets you to drive me to Vegas and marry me as soon as possible.”

“Really? That’s the story you want to tell our grandchildren one day. ‘Oh well you see kids. Grandma was grieving the loss of her husband and I was also grieving him because he was my friend. But at the same time I was grieving the loss of my big brother because he died a month before the other guy did. And I thought I killed both of them. But grandma was in a hurry to get married again so the weekend I told her I wanted to take things slow, we drove to Vegas and got hitched!’”

“And we lived happily ever after, the end!” You give her an unamused look and she apologizes. “I know you’re right, that we should take things slow. You have things you want to work through and I respect that. But I also think you’re wrong to say we shouldn’t be together while you do that.”

“I guess in some way, I don’t want to be happy. Or I don’t want people to see me finding happiness so fast. Especially since I don’t feel like I deserve to be happy. I don’t know, things that should be simple just seem so complicated in my head right now.”

“Don’t you think that I deserve to be happy?”

“You know that I do.”

“Then why don’t we do the secret dating thing? We don’t tell anyone, that way you don’t feel like you’re flaunting your happiness and we don’t feel pressure to be or act a certain way. When you need time to yourself, you can have it and you won’t be punished for it or have to feel guilty about it. We won’t be casual but we won’t be too serious. We’ll just take it one day at a time to go at our own pace.” She suggests again and this time the idea doesn’t sound too terrible.

“I guess we can try it your way for a little bit. But we have to be extremely careful. The comments on the last rumor about us were awful.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure the ones that will come up about this trip won’t be so pleasant either.”

“You think that woman blabbed?”

“Part of why I haven’t turned my phone on yet is because I’m a little scared to find out that she did.”

“Honestly, so am I.” After a few more minutes of going back and forth on which phone Leigh should turn on first, her hand is on the power button of your phone. “Here goes nothing,” you say as the anticipation grows. Luckily, the post she tagged you in had a lengthy but glowing description about how you were generous enough to spare some time for her and her kids while you were on a vacation with your friend. It didn’t insinuate anything beyond that. There were a few paparazzi shots of you buying flowers and returning to the hotel with them but the fans that reposted them didn’t theorize that you were planning a romantic evening. They just thought you were being a really good friend and trying to cheer Leigh up. You smile feeling like you can finally breathe and suggest that Leigh posts a picture of the two of you on your Instagram story. “Caption it with Lollipop and Gumdrop on their way home from a much needed vacation.”

“Okay, that’s cute. Oh and I’ll add the emojis next to our nicknames,” she has fun dressing up the photo with gifs and emojis and she shows you the final product before she posts it. “Hate it or love it, I’m posting it either way.” You tell her it looks great and she hits send. Next she turns on her phone and the only notification she has is from Danny. It’s a message informing her that the grief group has donuts again with an image of proof. “Damn, I missed out on donuts.” You give her an unbelievable look and she gives you an unapologetic one. “As special as our trip was, nothing is better than free donuts.”

“I don’t know if I’m hurt or more in love with you.”

“Probably both.”

Chapter 10

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[9.45] yeosang × single mom!reader

⇀ being a single mom, you'd obviously be worried about your child's wellbeing. In this case though? Your child's relationship with your boyfriend. But honestly, this is Kang Yeosang we're talking about, what could possibly go wrong?

When you got home that afternoon, the last thing you expected to see was your apartment being so quiet.

You've raised a beautiful baby girl on your own so it's only natural for you to experience chaos every day and ever since little Jueun started kindergarten, her social skills had progressed slightly.

Jueun, the light of your life, is a shy little girl, having only several constant people in her life which made her not so easily open to other people that she had just met. While other children would run off to make friends on the first day of kindergarten, Jueun went straight to the book collection about dinosaurs.

Yes, dinosaurs.

She's a little quirky like that.

Ask her what she wanna be when she grows up, she'll tell you she wants to be a princess with a pet ankylosaurus.

Knowing her introversion, you had hesitated on letting your boyfriend, Yeosang, and her to meet. It's not because you're afraid that they won't like each other or that Jueun would feel that you'd force him as her new daddy, but simply because you're afraid that they won't have anything to talk about.

You initially introduced them to each other when you had been in a relationship with Yeosang for 3 months, before that you had only told both of them stories about the other, buttering them up to like the other.

Not so surprisingly though, Yeosang had told you that he likes Jueun even before meeting her. Which was a relief to say the least. So when they met, Yeosang tried so hard to make Jueun like him. This effort doesn't go unnoticed by the little girl, but she didn't immediately take a liking to him. You've always been there to mediate between the two even though they had known each other for well over half a year now.

Today however, you had no other choice but to ask Yeosang for help picking Jueun up from kindergarten as you were swamped with a project at work.

Yeosang was more than happy to provide aid, but the notion that he'd be alone with the kid whom he doesn't know whether or not she likes him almost made him puke.

But he sucked it up.

He walk up to the gates of the kindergarten, approaching the teacher on standby, "I'm Kang Yeosang, I'm here to pick Jueun (Y/L/N) from class A-3," he said, smiling awkwardly. The teacher smiled brightly at him while nodding, "of course! Ms. (Y/L/N) called in earlier and told us that you'll be picking her up, I'll go get her," then she walked into the building to get Jueun.

Whilst waiting, Yeosang could feel himself sweating a little, nervous about how Jueun would react when seeing him instead of her mom.

When he saw Jueun came out with her backpack strapped on, looking cuter than a bunny with marshmallows stuffed into its cheeks, he smiled brightly at her.

Jueun's eyes wide when she saw Yeosang, having been familiar with him but never really surpasses any significant level with him.

"Hey, Jueun-ie," Yeosang greeted, crouching down to her height. She smiled shyly at him, making his insides clench at the effortless adorableness. "Your mommy need to work a little longer, would it be alright if I take you home?" Honestly, Yeosang didn't know why he asked that in the first place, but knowing that this particular little kid is smarter than most kids her age, he felt like the question was appropriate.

A sudden look of determination appeared on Jueun's face as she nodded eagerly. She knew how important she and Yeosang is to you. Knowing how much you love and provide for her, she's beyond willing to try and let Yeosang in.

Yeosang stood up and was about to walk but Jueun raised her right hand up at him, "safety, mommy said I have to hold her hand at all times, so I should hold yours," she said.

Hearing that, Yeosang smack his forehead dramatically, "ugh! Of course! How bad of me to be so careless!" He said as he grab Jueuen's hand as she giggled at how silly he sounded.

During the walk, Yeosang tried asked her questions about what she did at kindergarten that day. Surprisingly, Jueun blabbered long about what she did, what she ate, who did what, and when was that.

As they walk home, Jueun suddenly stopped her steps in front of the convenience store right outside your apartment. When her steps halt, Yeosang's too.

Yeosang was about to ask her why she stopped walking but Jueun was already looking at him with her best puppy eyes. He crouched down in front of her, "what's wrong Jueun-ie? Why did you stop?" he asked to which Jueun pouted and pointed at the convenience store, "I want ice cream," she said sadly.

Her eyes alone rendered him defenseless. But he was hesitant because he knows that this is not his kid and he doesn't know whether or not you'd let her eat ice cream.

"I don't know, Jueun," he muttered, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. Realizing he's not outwardly saying no, Jueun pulled out the big guns, "pleeeeeease," she whined, wrapping her tiny arms around Yeosang's neck, "please, daddy, please," she pleaded as her pout deepens.

The use of the 'd' word-

No, not THAT 'd' word.

The use of said 'd' word made Yeosang's eyes widen to its maximum extent.

"D-d-did you j-just called m-me..." he trailed off, not really able to said the word himself. Whether or not Jueun realizes how much the word affect Yeosang was unclear, but she definitely knows, based on Yeosang's expression that she's getting what she wants.

"Please, daddy?" she asked one more time.

And true to her prediction, Yeosang scooped her in his arms and walked into the convenience store, letting her pick any ice cream she wants.

Jueun now knows that she has Yeosang in the palm of her hands by simply uttering the word 'daddy' to him.

Which is why as you got home at 7.30, you were greeted with the sight of Yeosang and Jueun in her little tea party table, wearing a tiara and pretending to sip some pretend tea.

Oh, and best part is. Yeosang is also wearing a tiara and a pink feather boa around his neck.

"Wow, you guys seem to be having a lot of fun together," you smirked, breaking their conversation as the little girl jumps up and run to hug your legs.

Yeosang stood up as well, pulling the feather boa from around his neck to set it on the table. He walked closer and peck your lips, "welcome home, love, how was work?" you sighed and shook your head at his question, "disastrous, but I don't wanna talk about it, I wouldn't want to ruin the fun that you're both having right now," you grinned down at Jueun, "how did you manage to get Yeosang to wear a tiara, baby?"

Jueun shook her head excitedly, "I didn't, mommy! Daddy put it himself!" your eyes widened at her choice of pronoun, snapping your head towards Yeosang who had a big, proud grin on his face, "yeah... I guess I'm her daddy now," he chuckled as Jueun decided to run out of the room.

"Yeosang, we never talked about this," you said to him lowly, not really wanting Jueun to hear your worries. Yeosang's grin dropped to a frown as he steps closer to you, taking both of your hands in his, "why? Do you not want her to see me as a father figure?" "It's not that, it's just," you paused, thinking of the right words before continuing, "I don't want her to be attached to someone she considered her dad only for that someone to leave her,"

Hearing that from you made Yeosang realize that it wasn't just you worrying over Jueun, but you're also worrying about yourself too and how it would affect you and Jueun if he leaves.

Smiling gently at you, Yeosang leaned his forehead against yours, "you don't have to worry about me leaving because I'm not gonna, I'm gonna stay with you both until you all get sick of me and kick me to the curb," he joked, making you laugh, "so please, can we celebrate the fact that Jueun called me dad and that I'm moving in with you two?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "who said you're moving in with us?" "I did, yeah, Jueun's convinced there's an evil sorcerer living in her closet and I promised her that I'll shoo him away every night before bedtime,"

It warms your heart knowing that your two favorite person got along so well. Had you known that leaving them both alone together would end up like this, you would've done it months ago.

You were about to comment on him moving in again when suddenly Jueun's voice was heard from the kitchen, "daddy! I can't- I can't reach the ice cream!"

As soon as you both heard that, you narrowed your eyes at Yeosang, "you bought my kid ice cream?" to which he rolled his eyes at you, "well she's my kid now too," he defended. You couldn't believe that you'd ever hear him say that but hearing that he's Jueun's dad seems so natural to you.

Giggling, you pushed him out of Jueun's room, "well then, please go and handle your daughter,". He blushed slightly as he tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to form on his face. So he opted to ran to Jueun.

But before he could walk too far, you grab his hand to say something.

"By the way, congrats on being a dad,"

[bokettochild]

About Legend having insane leg strenght: what if the reason he never brags about that is because he's embarassed about it? He thinks that pulverizing a boulder with a kick is either something everyone can do or too similar to a bunny. One day he and Four get dumped into a monster camp without their items or weapons and Legend takes desperate measures to ensure they don't die: anihilating the entire camp with only his legs. He is unironically and literally capable of killing someone with his /1

This ask references this post btw, so, check it out if you need context!

Honestly, I loved this so much! THANK YOU!!! But I am half asleep, so the cool stuff I saw in my head is being stinky and not comng out. I'm sorry, hope you like my half-asleep drabbl of Legend being weak as shit while simultaneously having the strongest kick out of the whole Chain XD

Legend hates being at Ordon.

It’s not that he hates the people; he’s used to country folk, he was raised around them, heck, his grandparents have the same strong twang in their voices that everyone in Twi’s village does! He loves the fresh air and the sounds of animals and the sight of growing things everywhere he looks.

But he hates looking around and seeing Twilight’s entire village (even the freaking kids!) wander around lifting things that probably equal his entire body weight!

Seriously, Malo (that was the terrifying toddler’s name, right? That’s what Twilight said when he introduced them all, right?) could lift up a small goat with ease, and he was an actual toddler!

What was Uli feeding her children that they turned out this strong? Were all the village women using it? How on earth was every person in all of Ordon fully capable of throwing Legend over their shoulder?

It hadn’t happened yet, but Legend was on guard because it was only so much time before someone figured out it was possible, and it wasn’t as if he could fight them off.

He wasn’t jealous, definitely not. Not even when he saw Twilight carrying a mother goat across the village with an easy stride as he brought the nanny back to her pen. When he buried his face in his arms and sighed it wasn’t because he was remembering how much he had to tug and pull to move a basket of apples, no, it was just because the mere thought of carrying goats for the foreseeable future made him tired. Definitely.

But this strength was just an Ordon thing, right? It was totally just something that was common in Ordon, and Legend took comfort in that as he sat on the front porch of Uli and Rusl’s house and helped with the mending.

Even their blankets were heavy, what the heck?

But then Sky walked past.

And Sky was carrying a barrel, an entire barrel. One that swished and clunked with the sounds of grain filling it, and if the small trail of spilled seed that followed after the hero meant anything, then that thing was full.

Okay, so Skyloftians were strong too, no big deal.

Big deal.

Their entire visit to Ordon, helping to hide away animals and supplies before a local monster band stole them, was spent with Legend trying desperately to not be jealous as he watched everyone from Wind to Time lift and carry things that he couldn’t even knock over if he pushed against them.

It wasn’t even that most of thing things were heavy, it was just... he was weak.

Uli’s gaze when she’d figured out the truth had been surprised, eyes blown wide with shock as she watched as Legend, who’d opted to help indoors since he knew working outside would lead to him being more a burden than an aid, struggled to lift buckets of water to fill the wash basin. Dark brown eyes had followed him as he’s left the bucket outdoors and stomped inside, hissing and wheezing under his breath as he moved his attention to his bag and grabbed one of his power bracelets.

“Hun,” Uli’s soft country twang caught his attention as the woman drew close, concern filling her warm gaze. “Are ya’ feelin’ alright?”

And reputation or no, Legend’s Gran would have his hide on a hitching-post if he even so much as dropped his manners. There was something about country folk that was so inherently polite and welcoming, that even the salty vet couldn’t help but return with the same manners that his Gran had pounded into his head since childhood.

“Yes, ma’am.” Crimson trailed up his neck to blossom across his cheeks and shoot up his ears. He tried to ignore that Uli had a baby on one hip and a bushel of food on the other, breath contained and relaxes as she stood there, no hint of strain in her face or body language. His fingers trailed along the clasp of his power bracelet, shame building inside as he shuffled his feet.

You just can’t walk away when lady’s talking to you, especially if she’s being all polite like and just makin’ sure you’re okay.

“Are you injured?” The farm-wife pressed. “You were huffy something huge with that there bucket.”

And Legend would like nothing more than to sink into the earth as he glances over the full bucket of water that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t lift. “I’m just not much of a farm-hand is all, ma’am. I’ll be right as rain in a tick, just needed to grab something I forgot.”

And while the look Uli gives him is a bright smile, he knows worry when he sees it peeking out of someone’s gaze. He tries to ignore that, instead turning back to the chores he’d been assigned and trying his hardest to ignore ethe fact that no one else was wearing power bracelets when they all came back for dinner that evening.

He’s not strong. So what? He can lift his sword well enough, and he can do most other things too when he wears the power bracelets.

Yes, he knows that Ravio warned him about not developing muscles if he relied on objects so much, but he’s never had time to work out or build any muscle mass, so when he needs it it’s a bit more important to just get his work done rather than hope he’ll develop it. He’s paying for that, and he knows it, but he can’t really help that he doesn’t have the time or space to really do anything about it.

Oh well, at least the others haven’t caught on.

Warriors hefts a huge rock over his shoulder and throws it, chuckling deep and loud as he smirks at the rancher. “Beat that!”

They’re clearing a road where an avalanche swept through and blocked off the main entrance to a local town. They’ve been at it for hours, and while Legend tries his hardest to be discreet by sticking to things he can actually lift, even if it does require his bracelets, the others have devolved into a contest to see who can throw stuff the furthest.

There’s nothing on the other side of the road except for the edge of a swamp, and even Legend has to admit that it’s ridiculously satisfying to hear each of the heavy stones go ‘plop’ as they land in the marsh.

Twilight smirks at the captain, all his sharp teeth on display as he hefts a rock that’s the size of Wild and easily bigger than half of the rest of the heroes. “Watch and learn, city boy.” Twilight grunts (well at least it took some effort) before throwing the boulder and watching with the rest of them as it soars through the air and lands with a dramatic ‘splosh’ in the middle of the swamp. Cheers erupt from the younger heroes, and a few even drop their own burdens to give a brief round of applause.

Warriors humphs shrewdly, gaze thin as he looks over at Twi, who only cocks a brow in challenge. “Anyone think they can beat that?”

Legend finds his gaze meeting Four’s swirling hazel, and they both quickly look away from the captain, both well aware that the biggest rocks they’ve lifted are maybe the sizes of their heads, and no where near the horrific loads that the taller heroes are tossing left and right.

“I’ll try!” Wild’s eyes are flashing as the kid clambers over the rock slide, eyes darting to and fro until they land on what has to be the biggest, most horrifically sized piece of rubble Legend has ever seen. The Champion beams, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles briefly before taking the stone in both hands and lifting it over his head and throwing it.

The swam erupts in goop and several of their group yelp and have to dark back as smelly water sprinkles the edge of the path. Wild beams down from his perch on top of the pile, hands on his hips as he looks down at them. “Who dares challenge my strength?”

“How about you, Vet?” Warriors nudges him lightly, chuckling with a cocked brow. The man is just teasing, and he doesn’t mean any harm, but Legend finds himself irritated anyways. He doesn’t know what it is about Warriors, but the man gets under his skin entirely too easily.

“No thanks.” He grunts, hefting his own stone (so small in comparison) a bit higher and adjusting his grip as he walks over to the swamp.

Wild scrabbles around above, knocking stones aside and sending them rolling down towards the vet. Legend rolls his eyes, dodging quickly around a few and kicking some of the larger ones in the direction of the swamp.

He smiles to himself at the satisfying ‘plonk’ as each one hits the surface.

Four’s head aches and the next time they see Warriors they’re going to kick him in the shins.

The captain is good at planning, usually, but if his planning means that Four is waking up to stare around a vast room where people in red and black PJ suits are eating bananas because said plan went wrong, then they think they’re a bit justified in wanting to kick the captain.

They’d reach to rub their head, to adjust the headband that’s riding too low and letting their hair all hang in their eyes, but their hands are bound behind them, and they’re left huffing their breath and scrunching their nose in an effort to relive their irritation. Their mind is too wild to shake their head, but they let their eyes wander.

Legend’s violet gaze meets theirs, sharp fury bubbling below the surface as Legend sits across from them, hands bound behind him, a rope leading from his wrists to a hook in the wall that is definitely higher than either of the two of them can reach.

As unkind as it is, they breathe a sigh of relief to know they aren’t alone (even if being four people in one body technically means that they’re never alone as is). It’s...nice, having Legend around. They don’t know what it is, but the taller boy feels safe and that’s something that they, especially Red, fond comfort in.

But the fact that two of them are here means that Wars is getting both his shins kicked, fair is fair.

Legend squeaks in that harsh way he does when he’s angry, a poor and rather adorable attempt at a growl, but apparently, he’s unable to make any sort of guttural noise, so the squeak is the best he can do. “I am going to strangle Wars when we get back. Yiga? Seriously?”

They raise a brow. “Weren’t we fighting moblins?”

“And a Talus. Unless these guys have transformative rings, then someone messed up.” The vet grates out, but before he can try and unravel their situation any more, a masked face is shoved into the vets own, one of the pajama clad banana eater’s apparently trying to leer over the vet, breath strong and rank even behind his mask.

“So! The friends of the hero awake! You will call me Astorah! Leader of the Yiga and supreme priestess to Lord Ganon!”

“I’ll call you annoying and maybe alive if you let us go.” legend drawls, unimpressed. “Seriously lady, get your face of mine or I’ll knock it in.”

They smirk. Legend is as polite and well-mannered as can be around the country villages, but the minute he’s away from thick mountain drawls and country twang, the Vet becomes a sour and salty speaker who’s as likely to threaten you as o smile at you. It would almost be funny if they weren’t being held captive.

Astorah makes an indignant sound, hand shooting out to smack Legend across the face. The vet can’t do anything to stop it, and the blow sends his head swinging to the side, a faint grunt escaping as the self-declared priestess stands to her full height (she’s taller than either of them at any rate) and promptly orders her subordinates to see to it that the prisoners be brought to ‘the mountain’.

“The hero will be looking for his friends,” The pajama clad leader declares excitedly, hands rubbing together like a villain in a bad stage play. “So, let's help him out, shall we?”

The vet and smithy exchange a glance, each somewhat surprised at how... pathetic their opponent seems to be.

“Their screams should do the trick; all heroes listen to cries of help after all.” There’s a mad waver in her voice and the pitching is all wrong.

She’s delusional. Vio whispers, and the rest of them are inclined to agree.

Across from them, legend scowls as another red and black clad weirdo comes to grasp his binds, unhooking them from above as yet another does the same to Four.

Ideally, they would try and escape now, but legend only follows along slowly as Astorah leads them through the endless halls and up step after step, murmuring, laughing and shrieking loudly as she goes, hands fluttering and gestures erratic as Legend’s scowl grows more and more each minute.

It all seems rather pathetic, all thing considered, until another, larger, more intimidating individual stops them, voice harsh as it grates out something in a language neither hero can understand. Astorah protests and shrieks at the figure, but they disregard her and instead turn to the heroes.

“Put them back, screams echo within a cave far better than on a mountain top.”

Four’s stomach sinks. Being outside means being closer to escape, means finding the others easier and kicking Wars for landing the in a battle where two of their own had been captured by the enemy.

Legend seems to be of the same idea, his eyes flashing as he pulls at his bonds, tugging away from the guard holding onto him.

The oddly garbed enemy slaps him again, but Legend doesn’t seem to be affected, only pushing harder and biting towards the next hand that swings his way. Astorah pulls away with a light sob, shrieking when Legend’s teeth keep hold of her hand while the enemies around them erupt into action.

Fours unsure of what happens next, their head is still spinning, and quite honestly, they’re sure Hyrule will declare him concussed when they get back, but he does see blows being thrown Legend's way, blades being drawn as shouts echo around them.

There’s a dark of movement, and one of the enemies falls. Four stares in shock for half of a moment before turning their gaze to Legend, who, for all intents and purposes, looks half feral.

Blood stains the Vet’s bucked teeth and his hair swirls as he spins and ducks beneath blows. His hands are still bound tightly behind him, a rope trailing on the ground as Legend evades contact, yet somehow still manages to down another enemy.

Four would try and help, but their mind is spinning, their brain not yet up to date with what their eyes are seeing, that and they’re still bound themself, their arms are fastened behind them and they’re not even sure how Legend is managing to get blows in.

And the he sees.

The vet’s boot swings up to make contact with one of the jaws of the enemy.

Yiga. Wild had told them about them, the Yiga clan, people out for the hero’s blood. The word only comes to mind now, but they’d had to tune out of the battle for a brief moment to remember it. They’re brought back to it as the sound of an agonized scream breaks through the air, accompanied by the harsh snapping sound that Four knows too well from having broken their own bones.

Legend fights with his hands behind his back, kicking out like an angered horse and injuring any who step near. It’s impressive honestly, watching how blood spurts and bones crumple from the force of the vet’s blows, and all that without having use of his hands.

The Yiga back away, eventually leaving the room entirely as Legend squeaks out an angry Legend sound after them, before turning his attention to Four. Four says nothing, and it appear Legend thinks that that’s okay, because he darts towards the door they had been headed too, leading Four with nervous glances being thrown back over his shoulder every few minutes.

The mountain top they emerge onto is higher than Four expected, and they want nothing more than to snuggle down in the cozy parka Legend once leant him, but they have none of their items, and they’re lucky to even be out in one piece.

It takes a lot of work to climb down a mountain with their hands tied, but their fingers are too cold to make any good of the knots, and they manage in the end to climb down. They’re in the last legs when Four notices what looks like a small group of travelers below, and they can almost hear the singing of the Four Sword from them.

They’d dropped their blade in their battle, the very reason they were caught in the first blade. They’re not happy someone else touched it, but they are glad they didn’t leave it behind.

“Four,” Legend’s voice breaks them from their thoughts, and as they turn to face him, they find that Legend’s face is flushed, ears twitching nervously as he avoids their gaze. “Could you...not tell the others about all that?”

“About what?” They clamber down another stone, Legend still within sight as he trails down beside them.

“The...kicking.” Legend flushes. “I know you guys- most of them anyway- could have it handled better. I just, Wars is bad enough as is, I don’t need him bring up my lack of strength next time he decides he needs ammo to mess with me.” There’s a scowl on the vets features as he hops down and across and small hold in the mountain side. “I get it, I’m weak in comparison, they could probably have beheaded those guys with their bare hands, but mine fingers are shit o a good day and-”

Four doesn’t know if they actually figure something out or randomly spew words, but Legend’s eyes turn to them in surprise when the smithy stares down at him. “You do know most Hylia’s can’t do anything by kicking each other, right? I’m planning on kicking Wars when we get back, and the most it’ll do is bruise him.” Their voice is flat, but they let Viol take over, he always had the best endurance out of them when it came to rocky places anyways. “You kicked a man’s ribs in, Legend.”

And it’s not funny, it really isn’t, but they giggle, watching as Legend flushes before their eyes, and when the others trail up towards them, gazes curious and concerned, Four is laughing hysterically.

It could be the head wound, it could be Legend’s face, but the thought that Legend was able to kick a man's ribs in and hadn’t done so to any of them yet was both surprising and highly relieving for whatever reason, and it’s hilarious listening to Legend try and explain himself as the vet protests and struggles against the fact that apparently Hylian’s don’t usually have enough leg strength to kill people with.

Yes, people died back there. Yes, Four just watched them die. Maybe it’s Shadow’s influence, but Four can’t find that they're overly bothered. They are tired and injured and cold, and if they can laugh about something as ridiculous as Legend’s strange strength imbalance, then Hylia danggit they’re going to!

They never do kick Wars’ shins in, they giggle to hard at the thought that Legend doing so could actually break them, so they topple over before they can lift their feet.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 (𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣)× 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟹𝙺

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎..... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

Tags: @galaxteez @park-chalymars @queenofgames

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Adjusting the glasses that framed his face, the dirty blonde male carefully wiped the kitchen counter, making sure it was perfectly sanitized and free from any form of dust. Not forgetting to swipe the lint roller across the surface, he was so focused on his task that he slightly jumped when he heard the door open, then realized it was just his significant other coming back from her shift. Glancing over at the clock, he found it unusual for her to be coming back at this hour as it was rather late and her shift should have ended hours ago.

Grabbing the Lysol can, he went over to the front door where she was in the process of taking off her shoes and coat, dropping them onto the floor which particularly annoyed him. Standing next to her, he began to pick up her things and place them either on the rack specifically for their shoes or hanging them inside the closet.

"Seonghwa! What the fuck!?" His lover protested and swatted her hands at him when he proceeds to spray her with his aerosal disinfectant.

"We're still in the middle of a pandemic Y/N and I'm not taking chances." He justified himself.

Furiously ripping the mask off her face, she yanked the can off his fingers and threw it on the floor.

"Look! Just this once can you not pester me with your OCD habits?! I'm not in a good mood and I just want to be left alone!"

He stepped aside when she pushed past him and headed straight into her room, shutting the door rather harshly. He didn't budge an eye at her behaviour, he knew how stressing her job was, especially with a boss like hers. Sighing softly, he picked up the Lysol can and sprayed her shoes and coat before going back into the kitchen. He re-began his usual task of running his trusty lint roller all over the already clean and sanitized surfaces. When most of the paper came back with barely any brown spots his face lit up.

Picking up his little catty that held his cleaning supplies, he moved into the living room where he stopped in his tracks when he saw his girlfriend laying on the couch, wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of white cotton panties. He rolled his eyes and pondered how he was supposed to clean in the living room without waking her up. He didn't have the heart to place her back in her room since one, she was worn out and two, her room's air conditioning was still broken and it was a particularly hot day.

He opted to just clean around her as quietly as possible, not moving any furniture around so it wouldn't disturb her slumber. After finishing wiping off some of the dirt and grime, he grabbed a clean rag and began using furniture polish to make the wood shine more than it already was. He felt really proud when he could actually see his own reflection on it.

He started to pick up the various pictures they kept on the coffee table to wipe them off when he heard Y/N stir in her sleep behind him. He didn't really pay attention, much too focused on his task at hand and used to his girlfriend's sleeping antics. All was still for a few minutes, until she once again shifted in her sleep, only this time she released a sound that definitely startled him, making him drop the frame onto the coffee table. He semi kept it from making too much noise, cringing as he heard Y/N move even more, afraid he might have woken her up.

"Hwa...."

He whipped his head around, body turning with it as he questioned whether he was hearing things right or not. Scooting closer to her, Seonghwa looked down and noticed tiny sweat beads on her hairline, eyes scrunched together in frustration, nails scratching at the leather cushion she had her head rested on, hips slightly grinding against the couch underneath her. And to top it all off, she began emitting muffled moans, he was sure of it, knowing fully well what they sounded like.

Standing up, Seonghwa moved to sit behind her. Feeling the weight shift underneath her, Y/N unconsciously let one of her legs dangle off the couch, giving Seonghwa a perfect glimpse at the wet stain that was forming in her panties.

"Fuck.......you get wet dreams?"

He couldn't resist the urge to swipe his tongue across his lips as he stared at her core. Sucking in a breath, he got up and went back to his task of cleaning up, trying to think of anything to help calm down the boner that he was growing inside his sweatpants. He seemed to be doing a pretty good job at it.......

"Seonghwa...."

Dropping the rag onto the floor, Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Please don't do this to me. I can't..."

He let out a grunt when he saw just how big the tent in between his legs was. He took slow and deep breaths, hoping to cool himself down. He could not and would not wake up his exhausted girlfriend just because he felt the need to fuck her brains out. But as he heard her moans turn to whimpers and frustrated groans, he found his resolve weakening. He got back up and sat behind her again, watching her slow movements. He outstretched his hand and let it rest on top of her ass, his fingers eventually digging into her soft and tender skin, the wet patch in her panties becoming bigger and more soaked.

Quickly untying the drawstring, Seonghwa slipped his hand inside his pants, pumping himself slowly as he drew his hand in between her legs, one finger poking at her wet patch. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips when he felt her press back into his touch.

"Always responsive to my touch, aren't you my little bunny?"

Pushing her panties aside, he easily slipped one finger inside, wiggling it around experimentally. Seonghwa let out a proud smirk when she was still responding to his advances, her walls stretching out to accommodate the next two fingers he pushed inside her.

"So tight......so warm........"

He kept slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her, loving the way her walls clenched around his fingers. Wanting to test something out, he slipped his fingers completely out of her. Instantly, her lips pouted and she let out what sounded like a whine as her body moved further back, no doubt trying to find his hand once again. Seonghwa shook his head in a mocking manner.

"Always such a needy bunny."

Unable to resist anymore, he adjusts himself to lay down behind her and brought his face down near her back. Starting from her lower back, he began to place tiny open mouth kisses along her curves and trailed them down to her ass cheeks, where he began squishing them in his palms. Taking a hold of her panties, he slowly peeled them off her body and down her legs, effectively ridding her of the confining garment. His hands went back to her ass, lifting her up slightly. He bit his lip when he spread her folds, nearly drooling at the sight of her wet and delicious pussy.

Diving right in, he poked his tongue out, swiping it all up her slit. He felt her body shiver at the contact, but he remained undeterred. He just continued by swirling his tongue around her wet hole before sliding it in and out of her, occasionally latching his lips on her clit to give her a generous suck that had her whining. Somewhere along the way, Seonghwa became lost in her taste. Not longer paying attention to his surroundings, he just buried his face more into her heat, eating her out with a passionate and desperate hunger, unable to get enough of her. He was so distracted he didn't even notice that the girl had been woken up, her eyelids fluttering open and gasping softly as they looked at the scene taking place behind her.

"Seonghwa..."

Her hand reached out to stroke his hair, making his eyes shoot up and see her lustful gaze.

"Hey sleeping beauty." He giggled as he detached himself from her core, but not before giving her one last suck, emitting loud slurping sound.

"H-Hwa!" She called out at him, confused at what was going on as she still hadn't fully awoken yet.

Sitting up, he hovered his body on top of hers, hands cupping her jaw as he kissed her tenderly, remnants of her juices now being tossed into her mouth.

"You're so pretty, so tempting....couldn't hold myself back. You just looked so gorgeous." He justified his actions yet she was not complaining, except for one tiny thing.

"Seonghwa-" She begged him, hand reaching in between his legs to cup his boner.

Knowing what she was hinting at, he pulled away and began turning her back onto all fours.

"Don't worry bunny, I haven't forgotten that you haven't came yet."

His fingers took hold of the hem of her tank top, lifting it over her head and tossing it somewhere on the floor. His pants and underwear soon followed suit and ended discarded around the room. He guided her so she could rest her head and hands on the armrest.

"Just relax and leave it all to me babygirl."

Pressing a hand down on her back, he lined himself up and slowly began to push himself in, earning quite a few gasps and moans from both of them. He began a slow and steady pace, wanting her to feel every vein and ridge against her walls, not wanting to go harsh at all since she was still pretty tired. He opted for more sensual and deep strokes so he could hit against that spot that would have her crying out for him soon.

"You look so pretty my little bunny. You're taking me so well my little one."

She couldn't help but clench at his words, loving his pet name for her and the praises he was giving her.

"Fuck! Yes bunny- clench around me like that. God you feel amazing."

He moved his hands to cup her breasts, being gentle as he squeezed them and bounced them on his palms, fingers occasionally pinching and playing with her nipples.

Y/N released tiny pants and breaths, her ass pushing back against him whenever he pulled out of her. She loved her boyfriend's cock so much. It was long and girthy and best of all, he knew exactly how to angle his hips so he'd leave her seeing stars every time she came.

"You like that my dear? Like how my cock feels inside your little hole?"

She let out a shudder when his hand move to wrap around her waist, fingers caressing her lower stomach. He hummed softly as he ran his fingers across her tummy.

"Baby..?" She could hear his mischievous tone that was up to something.

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear.

"Let me cum inside you this time....."

She looked back at him with a puzzled look, however he was calm as he continued rolling his hips slowly against hers. He bent down to kiss her softly.

"Wanna fuck my baby in you."

She pulled away from the kiss to moan.

"S-Seonghwa-" She couldn't believe his words.

"Please my little bunny. Think about how insanely cute you'll look with a swollen belly.......carrying our little bundle of joy."

She clenched involuntarily at his words, nearly cumming right then and there. Seonghwa began thrusting a little harder against her.

"Fuck! You'll be so pretty with all the extra weight and bigger breasts- shit! Baby I'm gonna cum soon-please!"

He was erratic by now, begging her in earnest as he continued to fuck her pussy. Hearing his desperate pleas, Y/N gripped onto the armrest as she began cumming all over him.

"Seonghwa! Just- cum inside me!" She cried out.

Letting out a harsh grunt, Seonghwa began shaking as he spilled himself inside her, making sure to fill her up as much as he could, not stopping his movements until her tight walls milked him dry of all his hot cum. Y/N's face stayed hidden on the couch, face flushed and sweaty from all that just happened. She hissed slightly when she felt Seonghwa pull out of her. His finger worked quick to catch the cum leaking out a her, pushing it back inside and ensuring it wouldn't come out again. Turning her over, he brushed some of the hair away from her face, an adoring smile on his face.

"Seonghwa......what if...what if I do get pregnant?" Although it was in the spur of the moment, she wasn't completely sure if he meant it or not.

"Then I'll be the happiest man alive."

His answer shocked her, and he snores at her reaction.

"You're seriously hoping I get p-pregnant?" She raised an eyebrow and then looked down, unsure of how to feel.

Sensing her apprehension, Seonghwa pulled her up so it'd be easier to hug her.

"Listen honey, I'm serious about this. I want to start a family with you. Yes we're both young, but I think we're perfectly capable of raising a child. And don't worry..."

He kissed her forehead before whispering.

"I'll take care of you."

Y/N softened up at his words, unable to suppress the shy smile that was beginning to form on her lips.

"Well....I always did want a little girl.." She admitted.

Seonghwa beamed enthusiastically.

"So if I did get you pregnant-"

"Hold on Hwa, you're getting ahead of yourself. You forgot I'm on the pill so chances are that I'm not pregnant." She giggled.

Letting out a huff, Seonghwa picked his girlfriend up and started heading towards the bedroom.

"Ok from now on, stop taking the birth control and right now relax..."

She let out a squeak when he dropped her onto his bed and crawled on top of her, his eyes full of determination accompanied by a sly smirk on his lips.

"Cause we're trying this again..."

[tommyspeakycap]

Can we get baby little Shelby find a bunny and ask Tommy and John to take it home. And get scolded by Polly when they at home? 💕💕

more pre war Tommy fluff ;) 

Bunny

“Tommy!”

The dark haired man’s heart flies into his throat, his mind immediately kicking into gear as he drops the coin he was about to flip. He was deciding whether or not to buy a horse with a new inflow of cash they had recently gotten. That horse is lost the second he hears the shriek that came from somewhere behind him. The heavy boots on his feet make easy work of crushing through powdery snow, but give a very little to prevent him from tripping and slipping; although the fear coursing through him and his extreme haste may well have contributed to his somewhat uncoordinated limbs.

In the maybe a minute that it takes form Tommy to get from where he was to where he had traced his little sister to, a million and one thoughts race through his mind. He fears every worst case scenario his mind can conjure up and immediately blames himself for bringing you out to the country to play in some fresh snow with John and Finn. The air was much clearer out here and so too was Tommy’s mind. He could think, be free of the city smoke and the harsh environment that appears to be tacked to his work in the family business. There was so much pressure on the raven haired bookmaker to uphold his own personal morals while also living a notoriously immoral life. He tried to keep his hands clean, prevent himself from muddying the line between pointless violence and the necessary survival and protection of his family.

So going with his 5 year old little sister out to the county was something not uncommon for him. And the snow had only given him more reason to. He regretted that now.

“What-” Tommy wheezed out, unable to speak for lack of his breath after attempting to run through the deep, deep snow. “What’s happened,” he coughs, “Are you alri-“

“Tommy!” The little girl whispers harshly, waving her hands at him disapprovingly, “Shhhhh, you’ll scare it away!” Tommy snaps his mouth shut, instead opting to take the five year olds outstretched hand and crouch down as she instructs him. On her other side is John; crouched down with one arm around Finn to keep him still. “What are we looking at?” Tommy asks quietly, his neck craned to try and spot whatever his other siblings had noticed. 

“It’s a bunny, Tom. Look.” (y/n) points with her little hand and Tommy follows the general direction in which her hand is showing him. In doing so, he squints and finds his gaze falling upon a small white rabbit sitting picking a blade of grass that it had pulled through the snow. “They want to take it home.” John states, grinning at Tommy something like a Cheshire Cat because he knows for a fact that man isn't able to say no to the puppy dogs eyes of (y/n) and Finn Shelby when they truly wanted something.

“Hm, I don't think so.” He mumbles, trying to keep his eyes off of the disappointed face of his younger siblings. “You know Aunt Polly’ll go mad.” The second he does turn his head to see his youngest siblings gazing up at him in the desperate way he knows always works, he regrets it. “Please Tommy, pleeeease?” (y/n) begs, clasping her cold little hands together and pulling her most convincing puppy eyes Tommy might've ever seen. “Yeah Tommy, please? Pretty pretty please?” Finn joins in, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement and anticipation at the idea of having the little bunny as a pet. 

“Yeah Tom,” John sniggers, stubbing out his cigarette on the snowy ground. The elder brother puts on a pout to mimic (y/n) and Finn, not serving to make things any easier for Tommy as the youngest two weren't able to pick up on John’s teasing nature and sarcastic reiteration of their words. They took it as encouragement while Tommy knew John would be going home to Martha and his own kids, thus wouldn't have to be on the reviewing end of Polly’s temper. Tommy rolls his eyes and inhales deeply, thinking briefly about how angry Polly would be compared to how much it would make you and Finn giggle to have a pet even if only for a while before Tommy would free it back into the wild and tell some lie about a magic bunny farm. The kids chanting brought his mind back. “Please, please, please!” 

“Alright,” Tommy cuts them off, “Alright. But we’re not chasing it around all afternoon.”

--

How on earth Tommy ended up holding his little sister as he stood in the doorway of the Shelby family home kicking the snow off his boots while said little sister had his big trench coat wrapped around her and her smaller jacket used as a blanket for their new bunny rabbit friend, he will never know. He genuinely felt like if he had been outside for one more minute he would have actually frozen stiff, however it was always his top priority that his littlest sibling was as safe as she could be; so it was suffice to say the idea of her getting frostbite and slash or hypothermia after she insisted on wrapping the little rabbit in her own coat was less than appealing to Tommy, so she could keep his warm winter jacket as long as she desired.

“Right Finn, straight into the living room and not a peep to Pol alright?” Finn nods vigorously in a show of his determination to follow his brothers order as he places the wrapped up bunny into the young boys arms. Finn tries to run as unsuspiciously as he can past Polly in the kitchen to go through to the living room where only Ada sat, reading a book by the fire underneath a blanket. 

“Tommy?” The little girls voice draws an “Mhm?” from him as he battles to get her stiff winter boots off of her tiny cold feet. “What're we going to name him?” She enquires, her voice as inquisitive as any other curious 5 year old is. Tommy hums in thought, tapping (y/n)’s other foot in the way that he does that tells her to put her foot down and lift the other one for Tommy to pull that boot off too. There was a distinct routine between the two that had been established in the last five years of her life with Tommy acting as her primary caregiver.

“I don't know, love. Whatever you want to call him. Just remember to stay quiet about it yeah?” He looks up to see his little sister nodding firmly, placing her finger over her lips just as Tommy had done so many times when secrecy or silence was needed. 

“Alrighty then.” Tommy says, lifting both the pairs of boots easily in one hand and putting them by the other shoes. He moves his hands to under the small girls armpits and hoists her gently back up onto his hip as to avoid her stepping small puddles of water that had collected from the snow on her boots and his by the door. “Shall we go see what your brothers gotten up to with that-” 

“Jesus fucking Christ Tommy.” 

Both siblings turn their heads quickly to face Polly when they hear her speaking with her stern scolding tone turned on. Polly immediately notes how Tommy looks slightly secretive, like he was ready to start either lying or making some form excuse for something for which her niece looked rather guilty. Deer in the headlights kind of expression. “Look, Pol...” Tommy begins, but is interrupted by his aunt firmly shaking her head and marching towards him. 

“I’ve told you a million times Thomas. She’s five. That means you do still need to put her bloody hat on when you take her out in the cold but you don’t need to fucking carry her everywhere.” She huffs, pressing both her palms against (y/n)’s cold rosy cheeks, “Shes bloody freezing.” Her scolding tone never fails to make Tommy feels as though he’s still a young boy who’s been caught misbehaving by his aunt. However now he’s an adult with responsibility for his little sister and somehow, he ends up on the receiving end of that tone far more than the littlest member of the family ever will. Polly peels Tommy’s coat away off the little girl in his arms so she could hang it up to hopefully dry some before he next needs it and (y/n) doesn't mind not wearing her brothers jacket anymore, however the words that Polly speaks about putting her back down only serves to make her cling a little tighter subconsciously. 

“She's only little, Pol.” Tommy defends, “And we had long day, haven’t we sweetheart?” Polly wants to scoff when (y/n) nods her head and offers up that angel smile that wins the hearts of her entire family, but the woman can’t help but smile back and shake her head. “Well,” she huffs slightly, her hand reaching back up to the little girl to to brush the snow off (y/n)’s hair, “I think the very least your brother could do if he was going to have you out in the freezing cold all day would be to put a bloody hat on you.” 

The little girl giggles, flicking her eyes to Tommy to inspect his reaction to their aunts words. 

“Remembered.” He notes flippantly with a grin and Polly knows fully well that it was not remembered because putting a hat on top of that little girls soft locks of hair was something he had never once remembered to do without a reminder since she was merely a little bald baby. 

“Course.” She responds teasingly, “Dinner’s out soon.”

Tommy nods his head before Polly walks away in the direction of the kitchen again, where Tommy had no doubt Arthur is now lingering to pick off the scraps of dinner before its put out on the table for everyone else. 

“That was a close one, Tom.” The little girl on his hip whispers quietly, her wide eyes causing Tommy to chuckle heartily as he takes them both through to the living room to see what Finn and now likely Ada were doing with this rabbit. “Yes,” Tommy agrees, walking into the living room “It very much was. Hello Ada.” Ada immediately rolls her eyes at the sound of Tommy’s voice. 

“Pol’s going to kill you, you know.” She states, standing and crossing her arms firmly over her chest as Tommy sets his youngest sister down on the floor to run over to where Finn sat with the bunny close to the heat the fire was giving off. “Probably.” Tommy nods.

Ada turns away to wrap her blanket around her only sister, the one she had wished and prayed for since she had been merely a little girl herself. Tommy vividly remembers the many occasions when Ada was not only his youngest sibling, but also his only sister and recalls how unhappy she had been about those facts. Finn being born eased only one of those issues, but Ada rested a while for the time that Finn was a baby before again pestering their mother about wanting a little sister again. 

She had been ecstatic when (y/n) was born, and she had been besotted with that sweet little girl ever since. 

“You always forget to put her hat on, Thomas.” Ada chastises, the reprimand drawing a chuckle from her brother who takes a seat down on the couch and crosses one leg on top of the other. “So I’ve heard.” Tommy mumbles under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear and stretch out her leg to kick his when she too sat back down on the couch.

“Twat.” She hisses. 

It was Tommy’s turn to role his eyes at his sisters flippant comment, paying no mind to her words thrown in a light tease that he knew she only ever half meant.

“That’s not very nice, Ada.” 

(y/n) doesn't do so much as turn around when she chides those words in dismay to Ada’s insult aimed at her Tom. There was no hiding how the little girl adored Tommy. “Exactly Ada,” Tommy grins widely, giving Ada the biggest shit eating look he can muster as he tried not to laugh, “And that’s why you're my favourite, aren't you my love?” The 5 year old simply nods her head in response to her brothers words before turning straight back to play with her new pet. 

“Well, she might be your favourite but you certainly won’t be Polly’s once she sees you’ve brought that home. She’ll go mad.” Ada nods her head in the direction of the fluffy white animal in their living room. Tommy shrugs his shoulders indifferently, “They're happy though, aren't they? and quiet. Worth it really.” 

Ada knew very well that Tommy was right, although it was likely that she wouldn't even think to much on that in his vicinity, just incase he even got the sensation that she was thinking he was in the right. They’ve got a big family and a lot of hard work had to go into making business run smoothly to provide for everyone. The younger kids can sometimes go amiss to the elder siblings on particularly busy days. Sometimes playing and talking to them gets overlooked or their clothes go on back to front because everyone forgot they sometimes still needed help with things like that. 

So giving them the simple pleasure of almost a normal childhood - not one living with the Shelby name and subsequently the future of the Peaky Blinders tacked to them - by letting them a pet that they can look after and love on for a few days at least was something Tommy was willing to grin and bare the wrath of Polly Gray for. 

He was a sucker for that little girl, so when she’s happy there are few things in the world Thomas Shelby wouldn't endure to keep it that way. 

[kekoma]

— matsukawa as your boyfriend.

i don’t know.. think it’s time to smooch him. hope you enjoy.

will kiss kiss fall in love with this man any day and any time but you didn’t come here to know that from me.

dating mattsun is like dating your best friend— and he is your best friend.

so the relationship is actually pretty relaxing and it didn’t take long for you both to adjust to the new label of being a couple.

although he treats you more like royalty rather than the regular ‘oh she’s my best friend who’s also my lover’ type of thing. if that makes sense.

the royalty stigma is really amped when you two ended up getting together since he’s been treating you that way once he figured out that he had the BIGGEST crush on you.

to him, you’re the most perfect human that deserves his heart and thankful towards the heavens/universe for creating such a beauty like you.

hands down, issei is the type of boyfriend that keeps your favorite drinks & snacks in the fridge, let’s you leave personal items in his room/bathroom and even made sure to buy you a toothbrush for those days (or nights) you end up staying over.

“you must really love me.”

“eh? of course i do but what makes you say that so suddenly?”

“well don’t most guys avoid having their lover take over their space?”

“i’m not most guys for your information and i want you to be more comfortable here anyways. also— you’ve been slowly taking over my space before we started dating.”

will 100% give you his clothes to wear. no doubt about it.

seeing you wear it definitely makes his heart go crazy because he just finds you so freaking cute.

and if you decline wearing them for some odd reason then he’s just looking at you like you’ve lost your mind... you’re gonna wear it and that’s final.

you def have him wrapped around your finger.

but not so whipped over you that it could possibly drive you crazy.

i would say MODERATELY whipped for you if that makes sense.

also arguments are quite rare within the relationship.

you mean a lot him, you’re literally his world so the last thing he would ever want to do is have an issue within the relationship.

but of course, it’s going to follow. when you two do end up having a disagreement, he’ll most likely be the first to apologize and make it up to you by buying your favorite kind of food.

and if you’re the one to apologize first, he’ll either tell you its fine and that he should have said sorry first or he’ll ask you to come over so he can see you.

truly depends on what the disagreement is about but other than that— most are avoided since he isn’t into conflict.

vv attentive to you. 

sometimes it’s a little crazy how good his memory is— making you impressed but sometimes it makes you wanna choke him but he won’t complain if you do it.

and because of this, he tends to spoil you occasionally with things you may have mentioned wanting.

something to add in before i forget— because he like to crack jokes occasionally, be ready to hear some flirty jokes.

and trust, some of those jokes are going to make you question how he could easily say something so... cheesy with no shame.

since he’s also a goofy kind of guy and assuming you’re goofy too— you both might be the type of couple who joke around by saying you’re breaking up with each other over small things.

“so you aren’t going to kiss me because my lip gloss doesn’t taste like cherries...?”

“yup.”

“issei... say sike.”

“no babe. i’m being serious. if it doesn’t taste like cherries then i don’t want to kiss you.”

“i- let’s break up.”

moving on~ let’s talk about pda with this tired looking cutie.

in public, his love language for you isn’t anything over the top nor too little— just something normal.

so holding hands? yes but sometimes he might opt to link his pinky with yours.

kissing? yes. cheeks, forehead, lips, and etc. places that are appropriate.

might be the type that likes to come up from behind and hug you.

or he’ll be beside you and wrap his arm around your torso.

also mattsun seems like the type of boyfriend who would take off his jacket when he notices that you’re cold and puts it on you.

issei may bring out some cliche moves with you so don’t be surprised.

i’ll also add during rides home, he likes putting his head on your shoulder and may even play footies with you too (just something cute)

nothing too major to really talk about since it’s pretty basic.

as for private— cuddles. cuddles. have i mentioned, cuddles? because cuddles.

that’s his favorite type of physical affection with you.

something about holding you close really does something to him and if you play with his hair while cuddling, he’s basically puddle in your hands.

def loves kissing you even more and especially now that he can kiss more places on you without an audience.

but i’ll keep this part short and say pda with him is there and its nice.

now nicknames.

top nicknames for you are... 🥁 🥁 🥁 his world, bunny, babe/baby, cutie and princess.

regarding dates, since he’s at pretty chill guy— dates with him basically fit his vibes.

movies, cafe, some amusement parks, restaurants, dates at home and etc.

he doesn’t have a favorite date since he loves them all but he does have a favorite picture of you two and it’s the time that you both went to an amusement park. it’s even his lockscreen.

now my mind is blank so i’ll conclude that dating tall boy issei is top tier and it’s one of the best relationships you’ve ever been in <333

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Star: Kim Hyunjin (Loona)

Idea: No

Sometimes all it takes is one moment to change everything

A/n: It's a little confusing and messy, sorry!

You wiped the sweat from your brow, placing your hands on your knees as you stood by the side of the field. Watching the ball move from player to player.

When you caught your breath, your legs went to work as you sprinted nearly half of the field when your teammate called for your name.

They kicked the ball towards your direction, slowing your pace until you managed to catch it, doing a full 180 and running towards the enemy goal.

When you saw their defender get nervous, so you faked them out, looking to the left but kicking the ball with your left foot towards the right edge of the goal.

There was silence for a few seconds, as the ball rapidly darted until it hit the net. Loud cheering only registered in your ears when you felt bodies crash into you.

"You did it, Y/n!"

A bright smile came over your features as you got pulled up by your team. Each of them patting you on the back. Though you could feel something else when you had turned to your bench.

Almost like a lingering feeling on the back of your head, shifting your gaze, your eyes locked on a pair of cat like-eyes, staring at you from across the field. You knew who they were, albeit the distance.

They only belonged to one person, Kim Hyunjin.

You knew Hyunjin since she was often being spoken about by the student body, from her pretty face to her wits. There were also countless times you two had been grouped together.

But you never got to talk since the girl would only focus on the main project, or won’t speak unless necessary.

Though you found it weird that you would always catch her staring, oftentimes you knew she was staring but paid no mind to it. You were nobody compared to her.

Everything you were known for was all condensed into one thing, sports. And with graduation just around the corner, this year would be your last year at the same school with the mysterious cat-eyed girl.

Hyunjin didn’t know what to do.

She would always look at you, but she never could muster up the courage to approach you. For years, she caught sight of you. Since the first day she came, you were the first person that piqued her interest.

Always the student at the back, silent, but she often sees you in the field. Playing your best as you beat every single opponent that would step on that field with you.

It amazed her that you weren’t a heartthrob. That every other girl isn’t already kissing your shoes, gushing about how fit and cool you were.

She would also often notice you slinking away when everything was over. Heading to the showers first and leaving earlier than the rest of the class.

You were quiet, cool, and unique.

Maybe that was the reason she kept on pinning you.

For months, she’s seen you, trying to get the courage she needed to approach you and talk. But every time she would, everything she built up would disappear, turning into this cold person who wouldn’t talk.

At first, she thought that it was merely because she admired you. But throughout the years, she’d had enough time to figure out her feelings.

After three long years, she’d figured it out. A few months ago, she admitted to herself that she indeed liked you.

But time was running out and she was afraid that she wouldn’t get another opportunity like this. Her idol career is almost close to its peak.

She was about to debut soon, and though she didn’t want to deal with the hurt both of you would feel, she was determined enough to make it work.

All she needed was a little confidence.

--

A few weeks later and you were already hugging your friends, taking pictures with your professors as you held your diploma with pride.

You were almost on your way out when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you were shocked to see the person your curiosity had been piqued at.

"Hey," she greeted you, her voice hush as her round eyes locked on with yours.

"Hyunjin-ssi, congratulations," you replied, smiling at her while she kept staring at you, her face blank, and you were confused about why she had approached you.

"Congratulations too, Y/n," you were surprised to know that she knew your name, but you had been getting a little popular since your last game, though you weren’t expecting her to talk to you since the last time you two spoke was during your last project three months ago.

You two stood there for a while, not saying a word, the atmosphere slowly getting awkward before you spoke,

"Well, I should be heading out now, Hyunjin-ssi, congratulations, see you, good luck in the future,"

You rubbed your neck awkwardly, waiting to see if she would say anything, but nothing came out of her mouth, only keeping her eyes on you before you gave her one last smile before you turned to leave.

--

"Hey, are you ready?" Hyunjin abruptly closed the drawer, turning to face her best friend, and nodded, "Let’s go," Heejin didn’t notice the look on her friend’s face, only smiling as they left the dorms, making sure they told Haseul before leaving.

Hyunjin and Heejin were heading down to buy some bread. Having lost their stock the day before, they made sure to plan out an afternoon so they could take their time to pick out what they wanted.

When they went into the store, a smile spread on Hyunjin’s face when she caught a glimpse of the bread section. Already walking there with a small skip to her steps, which surely the bunny giggled at.

About an hour into their shopping, Hyunjin noticed something in the corner of her eye, followed by hearing a familiar voice that felt nostalgic. She turned her head, seeing someone wearing a coat, picking out cereal boxes as they muttered to themselves.

Unconsciously, the cat-eyed girl walked toward the person, leaving Heejin to pick out the food before she reached over and tapped their shoulder.

"Should I buy the white ones or the chocolate ones," you muttered to yourself, holding each box in your hand before feeling a hand on your shoulder.

Turning your body, you raised your eyebrows when a girl stood in front of you, wearing a mask, as her round eyes looked at you, though not saying a word.

"Sorry, do I know you?" you asked after a minute of silence, the stranger reached up to remove their mask, a small smile on your face when you recognized the girl.

"Hyunjin-ssi, it’s been a while, how are you?" You asked her, suddenly memories floating in your head during your high school days with the girl.

"I’m good. How about you?"

A smile spread onto your face when you heard her talk, before a teasing smile lingered on your lips,

"Normal, I’ve been doing fine, but of course, not as fine as your life now, Ms. Idol," you teased, but her round eyes showed no reaction, "Things surely don’t change, you’re still as quiet as I remembered,"

For a minute, the two of you just stood there, before hearing Hyunjin’s name being called out, from the end of the aisle.

You saw familiarity in the brown hair, the puppy eyes that you would often see in the posters. As quickly as she could, Hyunjin shuffled through her bag.

Taking an old receipt and a pen before she wrote her number, placing it in your hands before she turned,

"Call me sometime, Y/n-ssi, let’s hang out sometime,"

You were shocked by her words, almost experiencing vertigo at the speed of the changes. But still, without fail, you eventually saved her number, texting her a quick ‘Hi’ before you continued your groceries. Hyunjin, in your mind, "I would never understand that girl."

--

"You’re leaving again, Hyunjin?" Haseul saw her member heading to the door, wearing her mask as she prepared to leave.

A month had already passed since she met you, and ever since the following week, you two met, Hyunjin had asked you to hang out, excusing it as a way to catch up.

Surely, her members would notice the days where she would leave, opting not to go with Heejin to the gym, or sleep during their off days.

Eventually, she explained who she was meeting, which led to her members already knowing who they were, just to make sure that Hyunjin was safe. Which in itself was a different story on its own.

"She’s hanging out with Y/n, unnie what’d you expect," Heejin teased, coming out of the hallway, most of the members already believed that you two were dating, and that the cat-eyed girl didn’t say it.

But Hyunjin didn’t argue since it all worked out. You two have been having a fun time. With you successfully making Hyunjin come out of her shell as she was getting comfortable around you, talking and bickering like you have been friends for years.

"Hey dummy," you raised your head with a smile, recognizing the voice as you waved, drinking your coffee, while Hyunjin sat on the opposite side.

Today, you two decided that a simple hangout at the cafe was nice, not wanting to do much because you knew Hyunjin was a bit tired from promoting. You got her an americano, knowing how much she loved it, even if the weather was against it.

The conversation started almost naturally, both of you not running out of words as both of you seemingly already told your life stories. But a few hours later, you found silence, your head wandering as you contemplated if you wanted to tell her or not.

Though eventually, you did.

"Hey," you called out, taking her attention away from the window, as she locked her gaze into yours,

"I’m gonna tell you something, but don’t laugh at me okay? It’s been a long time," you said, watching how she nodded, though the flash in her eye said otherwise.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, "I used to have--uh," you paused, sighing as you contemplated, deciding if this was worth the embarrassment, sighing you did it anyway,

"I used to crush on you when we were in high school,"

There was silence, waiting before you opened your eyes. Seeing her face blank, you were afraid that you had ruined the moment, but suddenly she burst into laughter. Pulling a whine out of you as you reached out to hit her,

"Yah, you said you wouldn’t laugh!" You whined, but she merely showed you a smile, wiping the tears in her eyes.

"I’m sorry, it’s just too good. You’re a funny one, L/n,"

Hyunjin passed it off as a joke, but deep down, she hoped that it was true, but all of a sudden, you clicked your tongue, and the words that left your mouth managed to make her stop,

"I’m not lying, Hyunjin, I did like you," the seriousness in your voice made Hyunjin pause, the intensity of your gaze as you spoke, she knew then that you weren’t joking.

Hyunjin let her mind wander, so all that time you liked her? Her? The girl that wouldn’t even speak a proper sentence because they were pinning too hard to notice?

A few minutes of silence reigned for a while before Hyunjin blinked away from her thoughts, looking at you before she spoke, "Yeah, I would’ve liked myself too," she said, pulling a laugh out of you as the conversation picked up again.

After a few more hours, it was time for you to leave. Having an emergency, you bid goodbye to the girl, waving as she smiled and watched you leave. A glint in her eyes while watching your form until it disappeared from her sight.

She sat there for a while, contemplating, her mind turning as she left the cafe.

Maybe she still had a chance.

--

The next day, Hyunjin found herself, back in the same cafe, smiling as she talked with you. She had called you the night before, saying that she wanted to tell you something.

Of course, being the person you were, you agreed, curious about what she wanted to say since she preferred to say it face to face than on the call.

"So what did you want to say?" You asked her, eating your cake as she suddenly grew quiet, but as she mustered her courage to say what she wanted, you saw a person enter, your eyes turning into crescents as they saw you.

"I wanted to say that--"

Hyunjin couldn’t continue, when you placed the cake down and stopped her,

"Wait, first I wanted you to meet someone," her brows furrowed, when you stood up, waving the person over, and Hyunjin couldn’t believe the next words that left your mouth.

"This is my girlfriend. I think you already know her too,"

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped, seeing her old friend remove her mask as she waved at her, shaking her head as she was afraid this was all a dream.

"Jooeun?" The girl smiled at her, both of them taking a seat, your hands clasped as both of you wore a sweet smile, "Hello, Hyunjin, it’s been a long time, I’m glad you made it!"

Hyunjin was dumbfounded, her hopes suddenly getting crushed when she had remembered the words you had said just mere seconds ago,

"J-Jooeun, it’s nice to see you," she replied, almost forcefully as she watched the scene, seeing her heartbreak when you leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

"You two are gross, but I’m h-happy for you," it was forced, but you two managed to believe it, smiling like a happy couple while Hyunjin became quiet on the side.

It was a grueling hour, each sweet gesture, further breaking her heart, as she watched you two be so happy.

At some point, Hyunjin couldn’t take it so, she faked picking up her phone, apologizing to you and Jooeun as she left. When she got back to the dorms, she immediately went to her room. Closing the doors before leaving against the door.

She chuckled to herself, her eyes stinging a little before she closed them entirely, crossing her arms, as she sighed.

She thought she was early, since yesterday, she had this hope, an inkling feeling that this was going to work out. That faith managed to bring you two together.

She was planning to tell you today, that she liked you, that she still likes you, but the events that took place brought her down to a point where she hated herself.

Had she been confident enough, if she were just early, if she wasn’t so scared, then she wouldn’t have been feeling this right now. If she weren’t so terrified, then it would’ve been her sitting beside you.

Opening her eyes, Hyunjin walked to her desk, sitting on the chair as she opened her drawer. Reaching to the bottom of the stacked papers and books before pulling out a small card, a photo.

A sad smile as she closed her eyes, a lone tear falling on her cheeks as she remembered.

"See you, Hyunjin-ssi,"

When she saw you turn, something came over Hyunjin as she chased after you, once again tapping your shoulder as you turned to face her,

"Wait,"

You looked at her, eyebrows raised, "I-uh wanted to take a picture with you," Hyunjin had said, stuttering, she could see the confusion in your eyes, yet you nodded anyway.

Standing beside her as she pulled out her camera, taking a picture, Hyunjin thanked you. Pulling you into a small hug as she smiled.

"See you in the future, L/n Y/n."