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gimmeurtmi · 6 months

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groupie — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, rock band!au, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, sex in a public setting (but they're alone), possessive!minho, he's so jealous, use of “bunny”, “bubs”, "baby," and "babe", they jokingly refer to reader as their groupie many times, talking about putting out to get famous (no one does it ofc), facials, lmk if i forgot

inspo: 2min in the rockstar teaser pics.

notes: i can't not get carried away when it's 2min. this was meant to be just smut but i guess it kinda has a bit of plot and also it was not meant to be this long. it's also filthy as shit.

{ wc: 4126}

You leaned against the old, rusty sink, waiting patiently for your boyfriends to finish whatever they were getting up to.

There was a constant bloop noise, as other than rusty the sink was also leaking despite your attempts to fully shut the stream off.

As soon as they finished their set you rushed towards the most secluded place you could find. There was a toilet at the very edge of the backstage area of the venue with a sign that read “out of order”. The sign itself was so old that the marker used to write the words out was already starting to fade, a light layer of dust turning the white page to an unattractive beige.

Minho texted you just before he walked on stage, saying that he needed you. You told him where you were as soon as you settled.

After a few minutes the door opened slowly, creaking loudly and echoing horribly against the stained walls of the toilets.

“Why here?” Minho asked, planting a small kiss in your hair.

“Having sex in your dressing room stresses me out,” you rolled your eyes, “I can’t have fun when I keep feeling like we’re gonna get caught.”

“So you’d rather have sex in what is clearly a drug den?” He chuckled, wiping his hands against the counter where a few white specks were scattered around.

“No one’s gonna come in here though,” you reasoned.

“Unless you wanna wait until we go home?” Minho asked softly, his eyes sparkling at you.

You shook your head quickly. “When is Seungmin gonna finish, do you think?”

“Probably not for another hour,” Minho clicked his tongue, “some guys came backstage and started kissing his ass.”

You chuckled, “shouldn’t we go save him then?”

“No,” Minho shook his head, “they’re producers.”

You let out a small gasp, eyebrows high. “So why aren’t we there making him look better?”

“Because I’ve been hard through the whole set and I need your help,” he whined, snaking his hands around your waist.

You giggled at him before planting a comforting kiss to his forehead. “You did really well either way, didn’t even notice it.”

It was true, Minho did a wonderful job during their performance and luckily for him, being a drummer meant no one in the audience could see the problem he evidently had.

“I fucking hate him, by the way,” Minho mumbled as he buried his head into your neck. He planted small kisses on your skin, rubbing his palms around your back.

“Let me guess,” you sighed, “he left you high and dry seconds before you guys went on stage?”

“How did you know?”

“He looked especially smug,” you giggled, smiling widely at Minho’s annoyed expression.

“Help me,” Minho whined again.

“Why am I being made to clean his mess?” You exclaimed with a chuckle.

“Because,” he whined. You shook your head, chuckling at his antics.

It’s not that you didn’t want to help him with his problem, it was the only thing you were thinking about as you watched their performance. Minho was incredibly attractive when he played his drums, even more so with his new black hair—long enough to cover his eyes. The black eyeshadow you helped him put on before the show looked beautiful behind his bangs.

Now his eye makeup was slightly smudged from the sweat and the warm bright lights he was under. It made his eyes look darker somehow, more dangerous, even if he was whining at you like the sensitive person he actually is. But only you and Seungmin knew that side of him—everyone else thought he was another asshole wanna be rockstar like so many others were.

Minho leaned in to press his lips against yours softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek lightly. “You’re staring, bunny.”

“Just admiring how well I did your makeup tonight,” you say, voice too thin to be at all believable.

“You wanna suck my dick so bad,” Minho chuckled, leaning in to kiss you with far more intent than before.

You didn’t answer, because that would mean pulling away from the kiss—and that’s the last thing you wanted. You grabbed onto his oversized shirt, pulling him even closer to you as your tongues clashed noisily.

He squeezed your hips tightly before he backed you up into the counter quickly, the pair of you stumbling as you climbed onto the solid surface with Minho’s blind help.

He didn’t pull away from the kiss once, sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip while his hand buried in your hair.

He didn’t waste any more time, bringing his hand between your bodies to softly rub against your clothed core. You mirrored his actions, rubbing him through his dark jeans.

In pure desperation, the pair of you started moaning loudly at the rush of pleasure.

As soon as you started playing with his zipper Minho pulled away, enough to fish for the condom he shoved into his pocket earlier that day. He asked you to hold onto it as he quickly shoved his jeans down—a small clatter noise following his action as his drumsticks fell out of his back pocket and onto to the floor.

You jumped off the counter, rushing to pull your own pants down. Minho rubbed your hips softly, kissing you quickly before he flipped you around—his dick rubbing against your ass as he pulled your back flat against his chest.

“You don’t need any prep?” He kisses your shoulder.

“Had too much time on my hands in the morning,” you chuckled.

Minho rolled his eyes at you with a soft smile sitting on his fond face. He eagerly grabbed the condom from you, throwing the wrapper to the floor as he quickly rolled it onto his dick.

He didn’t waste any time as soon as you gave him a reassuring nod, sinking all the way inside you.

Although you did use your toy in the morning, enough time has passed since then. Minho was stretching you fully, the sting slightly uncomfortable as he started to move.

He could notice, given the lack of your usual loud moaning, and so he made sure to distract you from it by sucking onto your neck.

The sensation paired with his hands digging into the flesh of your ass was enough to add to the wetness in your core—helping Minho to slide in and out of you with much more ease.

Soon your moans started echoing against the horrible acoustics of the toilets, mixing in with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the big zippers on either of Minho’s pant leg dragging against the floor.

You gripped onto the counter, hard, relaxing against Minho’s hold as he slammed your bodies together.

“More, Min, please,” you whimpered, as the pleasure started building inside your stomach.

You knew he was needy from his text, and then you knew it again when you watched him play his drums with so much energy. And now, with his thrusts fast and unrelenting–you were sure nothing could make him stop until he was satisfied. And you were happy to be the person to satisfy him.

He held onto your hip bones tightly, using his grip to move you against his body, and so he told you to start rubbing your clit for him.

You brought a hand between your legs, trying your best to concentrate as Minho moved your body around quite roughly.

Then a loud creak made you yelp, the door opening slowly.

You jumped into Minho’s arms–him doing his best to shield you from the unwanted guest. Until the guest said, “sorry, sorry! It’s me!”

You both let out a sigh of relief as Seungmin walked up to the pair of you.

He planted a kiss on Minho’s lips before giving you a kiss as well, smiling softly.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised, “I honestly didn’t think you’d be at it already.”

“Ran out of patience,” Minho grumbled. Noticing you were still tense around him, he rubbed your stomach softly, waiting until your body relaxed into him again.

“I wonder why,” Seungmin hummed, as if in deep thought.

“Fuck you,” Minho narrowed his eyes at him.

“Would you, hyung?” Seungmin grinned, wrapping his finger around Minho’s necklace before he tugged on it.

Minho stumbled into him, holding onto you with one hand as the other went to Seungmin’s shoulder to keep his balance.

“I’m in the middle of something,” Minho said, voice low. You could still hear him loudly, his voice jumping against the walls harshly.

“Yeah, I can see,” Seungmin laughed, bringing a hand to your hair as he rubbed his fingers against your scalp. “Thought you were my groupie.”

You chuckled at his pout, rolling your eyes at him. “Drummers do it better.”

Minho laughed at that, pushing into your softly. You almost forgot the two of you were still connected, but you supposed his renewed movement was meant to be some sort of reward for your remark. Truthfully, Minho was just waiting for you to feel comfortable again–and being a little shit to Seungmin was your ultimate comfort zone.

“And here I thought being the lead singer of a failing rock band would get me all the groupies I could ever want,” Seungmin sighed longingly.

“Heard you’re not failing anymore,” you patted his shoulder, “why aren’t you jerking off a producer somewhere?”

“Oh god,” Seungmin said, eyes wide, “they were all so hot.”

At that, Minho slammed into you roughly. Seungmin chuckled at your surprised groan before he jumped onto the counter. He grabbed your arms, manoeuvring you to stand right in front of him and lean your hands on his thighs.

He sunk his fingers into your hair again, scratching your scalp lightly. It was a big contrast to Minho’s rough thrusts, and you couldn’t understand which sensation your body was focused on. You let it overwhelm you either way.

“There were three of them,” he explained in a soft voice as Minho kept fucking into you, “they said they’d love to speak to our manager so I panicked and gave them Jeongin’s number. I didn’t want them to think we were massive rookies that don’t even have a manager.”

“But… you don’t,” you said, breathlessly.

“Sure, but I didn’t want Mr. Chan to think that. I also think he was flirting with me,” Seungmin rambled on. He wasn’t usually one to talk so much, the only exception being the few hours after they came off stage. The adrenaline always made him chatty, which neither of you minded usually.

But Minho was a jealous person.

“Oh, flirting with you, was he?” He said through clenched teeth.

“I think so,” Seungmin simply nodded, “and one of the other ones kept asking about you. Think he has a thing for drummers, too.”

He meant that last part at you, and you chuckled softly.

“So I think it can be a group effort,” he suggested, bringing his thumb to your cheek in a soft caress, “I’ll take that Chan guy, Minho can take the chatty one, and you can have the third one. His muscles looked amazing.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, hoping Minho didn’t notice you clenching. You didn’t know what these guys looked like, nor did you really care to partake in what Seungmin was talking about–but the way he said it so casually caused something to light up in your stomach.

“You know,” Seungmin gestured to the air, “fucking producers to get famous? It’s in all the rockstar handbooks.”

You laughed, but Minho stayed silent. In fact, he stopped moving entirely. He tapped your back slightly, an unconscious act he always did before he pulled out. So you knew to expect it, but it still surprised you when it happened.

You quickly turned around to face him, watching as he pulled the condom off and got dressed. Confused about what was going on, you did the same. You leaned against Seungmin’s knees, finding comfort in the way he instantly opened his legs and let you stand between them as the pair of you looked at Minho, silently.

“Hyung?”

Minho clenched his jaw, blinking rapidly as he looked anywhere but at the pair of you. You waited silently, as you knew to do with Minho. Sometimes he just needed a moment or two.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled, before looking back up at the pair of you, “both of you are mine.”

“Yes, hyung, of co–”

“--it turned her on, you know,” he said, sending an angry look your way. You brought your hands around your stomach, embarrassed that he did in fact notice.

“Yeah, well, just because Y/N’s a slut doesn’t mean I meant it like that,” Seungmin explained.

“Hey!” You tried to defend yourself, slapping Seungmin’s knee in protest. It didn’t help that you were still soaking wet–and him calling you names so casually wasn’t going to help you calm down.

“Mine,” Minho said again, far more determined this time. “Neither one of you is touching anyone else. I’m not letting anyone near you two.”

He closed the gap between you, trapping you in between his arms and Seungmin as he placed his hands flat on the younger’s thighs. You noticed his slid his fingers underneath the ripped out holes in Seungmin’s jeans, slowly raking his nails against the smooth skin of his thighs. You could hear Seungmin breathing louder.

“It’ll be for a good cause though,” Seungmin said, unable to stop teasing.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” Minho grumbled, “you’re mine.”

Seungmin tapped your waist lightly, slowly, as if he didn’t want Minho to see–which made you understand he definitely didn’t. He was giving you a hint, urging you to join him in provoking Minho even more.

“Don’t you wanna be famous, Min? I think Seung will have to fuck some producers to make that happen.”

“Mine,” Minho repeated, louder, “Kim Seungmin isn’t fucking anyone. And neither are you.”

“But, hyung,” Seungmin started, snaking his arms around your waist and reaching out for the loops on Minho’s jeans. He pulled him even closer to you–his still hard dick rubbing against your body lightly. “Do you wanna keep playing gigs at shitty venues?”

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged.

“And having to work two jobs for a month just to get one hour of studio time?” He added.

“Who cares,” Minho rolled his eyes, before looking right at you. He was daring you to say something else, you knew it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it when his brown eyes were staring right at you like that. “There isn’t anything in this world that would make me share you two.”

“And if I wanted it for my birthday?” Seungmin asked with a toothy grin.

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho grumbled, grabbing onto the collar of Seungmin’s white blazer, “you’re such a fucking brat.”

“And you’re a jealous idiot,” he smirked back.

At that Minho grabbed the back of Seungmin’s neck, surging forward above your shoulder as he kissed him. The pair of them moaned into each other’s mouths, and you angled yourself as best you could to enjoy the view of them.

Minho always got so intense when he was even a little bit jealous, and considering how red his ears currently were it was safe to assume he was extremely jealous right now. Even though the scenario you were talking about was hypothetical at best, it didn’t stop Minho from letting his possessiveness take over him.

As the pair kept kissing, Seungmin brought a hand between your legs, tracing your wetness with his fingers. You quickly reacted, escalating things further as you grabbed Minho’s oversized white shirt from the collar, pulling it down to suck on the space right below his collarbone. It was his favourite spot, almost always already marked–but this time it wasn’t. You and Seungmin were surely lacking, but you’d quickly correct that.

With your mouth occupied with marking Minho’s beautiful skin, you opened the button on his jeans, shoving your hand into his boxers to start pumping his dick.

Minho pulled away from Seungmin’s lips at that, eyes fluttering shut as he threw his head back, enjoying your actions deeply–if the loud moans he let slip past his lips were anything to go by.

Seungmin, ever impatient, was eager for more kisses, and so he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards him. He instantly sucked on your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth.

As you kissed him, eager to taste him, he brought his hand into your underwear, slipping two fingers inside you with ease.

“Fuck,” he pulled away, watching as he shut his eyes tightly.

You then noticed Minho’s hand was down Seungmin’s boxers, too.

“Bubs, you’re so wet,” he moaned.

“You’d hope so if my dick was inside her like five minutes ago,” Minho grumbled. You squeezed his length lightly, prompting another loud moan to leave him, proving an effective way to shut him up.

“Can I be inside you?” Seungmin asked lowly, his breath shuddering as Minho started moving his hand quicker.

“Please,” you nodded eagerly.

You watched as Minho quickly dragged Seungmin off the counter. You watched as he tugged off Seungmin’s ripped jeans, getting another condom out of his pocket and rolling it on Seungmin’s length.

You waited as he secured it in place before Seungmin pushed down your pants. Just like Minho, he grabbed your ass firmly before slowly sliding into your core.

This time, you had Minho in front of you, and you could easily fall into his chest as Seungmin started thrusting into you. Minho held onto your back as Seungmin held your hips–and the sound of all three of you moaning was so incredibly loud in the old out of order toilets.

You hoped and prayed the rest of the crew were still loading Hyunjin’s van with the equipment and wouldn’t hear everything that was going on.

As much as you didn’t want to get caught (again, technically) you also really really couldn’t care enough to stop, nor be quiet about it.

Seungmin’s cock felt so good inside you, hitting the soft spot deep inside your body repeatedly as Minho kissed along your neck. He was rubbing himself against your stomach, moaning into your skin.

Minho peppered kisses along your jaw until he reached your cheek, placing soft and tender kisses on your skin.

“Mine, baby,” he reminded you softly. You nodded eagerly, moaning pathetically as your legs started to shake.

Seungmin was panting against your shoulder, his moans too broken to even make a sound at this point.

“Minho,” you moaned, willing your eyes to focus on his intense glare and not roll to the back of your head. He nodded at you, choking back a moan as you wrapped your hand around his length, rubbing your thumb against the tip lightly.

“Want both of you to cum inside me,” you groaned.

At that, Seungmin started to move faster–more desperate as he slid a hand underneath your shirt and grabbed your tits.

“Can’t get our groupie pregnant,” Minho smirked at you, “not good for the reputation.”

You let your head fall on Seungmin’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he tugged on your nipples harshly. The pain mixed with the pleasure in the best way imaginable, and all you could do in response was pump Minho’s cock faster.

“Then cum on my tits, please, Min,” you begged, pushing your shirt up. You looked down at your chest, the sight of Seungmin’s big hands enveloping your chest caused you to clench around him tightly. “‘M close,”

“Where’d your bra go?” Minho tsked at you, “threw it on stage?”

You chuckled lightly, arching your back further into Seungmin’s chest.

“Seung, seung, don’t stop,” you started chanting, moans pitching higher and higher as Seungmin reached around to rub your clit in quick circles.

You grabbed onto Minho’s arms, grounding yourself as he pulled you into a messy kiss. You could barely concentrate on it, spit running down the corner of your mouth as you felt your high approaching you in seconds.

Before you could warn them you pulled away from Minho, your whole body shaking around Seungmin as he wrapped an arm around your stomach, holding you up as your knees threatened to give way. Minho sucked a spot on your neck as Seungmin fucked you through your orgasm–the pair of them surrounding you completely.

Soon after, as your walls were still fluttering in the aftershock, Seungmin came too–moaning your name loudly. You were both spent, but it didn’t stop you from pumping Minho together, Seungmin grabbing the base while you rubbed his tip.

“I’m close,” he warned, groaning as the pair of you started moving faster.

“Ask him again,” Seungmin whispered in your ear.

“Min, cum on me,” you said quickly.

“Go on, hyung,” Seungmin encouraged, “mark your territory.”

“Then I.. should, fuck, should cum on you, too,” Minho panted.

Seungmin smirked at you, that wicked smirk of his, before he pushed you onto your knees. He went down with you, joining you on the floor as he simply–with the most innocent puppy eyes he could master–stuck his tongue out. You quickly followed his lead, sticking your tongue out, too.

In a matter of seconds you felt warmth dropping onto your cheeks, and you watched in awe as Minho aimed the rest of his cum onto Seungmin’s tongue.

You pouted up at him, complaining loudly that he completely missed your tongue.

“Come here then,” Seungmin growled, pulling you into a kiss. It was salty and messy and bitter and you whimpered into the kiss.

You pulled away, desperate for some oxygen, and Seungmin took the opportunity to clean your cheeks from Minho’s cum–scooping it off your skin before he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

He chuckled at you, watched as you sucked his fingers clean before letting out hushed praises.

You felt Minho rub your head lightly, scratching at your hair as you looked up at him. “Let’s clean up, bunny.”

Seungmin helped you stand up as the three of you cleaned each other up, soft kisses exchanged between you. Once you were dressed again, and Seungmin spent a good few minutes trying to make your hair look normal again, Minho’s phone rang.

“It’s Felix, they said they took all the equipment back and they’re at a bar now. Wanna go join them?”

“Would it be lame if I said I wanna go sleep now?” Seungmin grumbled, making a point of plopping his chin on your shoulder.

Minho rolled his eyes, waiting for your answer as well. “I’m not a rockstar, so I definitely want to go to sleep now.”

“Let’s go home then,” Minho decided, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he guided the pair of you out of the old, crumbling toilets.

Seungmin grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as the three of you walked in silence towards the parking lot.

That was until Minho decided to announce, “that was actually the worst place we’ve done it in. Hands down.”

“Hyung, nothing screams rockstar more than a quickie in a gross toilet with your number one groupie,” Seungmin reasoned.

“Number one?” You gasped, “you have another groupie?”

“Yes,” Seungmin smirked, “but he’s actually also the drummer in my band so I don’t know if it counts.”

“It doesn’t,” Minho huffed, “because the lead singer of my band is gonna disappear mysteriously tonight.”

The two of you laughed, watching fondly as Minho did his best to hold back his smile.

That night, the three of you climbed into bed–letting Minho take the middle so as to let his possessive streak from before calm down slightly. You were sure he wasn’t actually too insecure about it, but if being sandwiched between the two of you was what he needed you’d allow him that. Even if you did prefer the middle.

As the three of you snuggled closer to each other, Seungmin went into more concrete details about the producers he met. How they offered to record one of the songs they performed that night, how they always wanted to work with a rock band before–even though they were primarily into rap genres.

“Babe, did you tell the others about this?” Minho gasped, blinking rapidly.

“No, I went straight to you guys,” Seungmin shrugged.

“Well, this is huge for the band, Seungminnie. We have to tell them in the morning.” Seungmin nodded.

You moved closer into Minho’s chest, smiling proudly at your boyfriends.

“I can come to the studio, right? I have to see it happening,” you smiled.

“Obviously,” Seungmin grinned, “I mean, we still need to take one producer each, you know.”

You slapped Seungmin from across Minho’s torso, tsking at his apparently uncontrollable need to tease his boyfriend.

“Do you wanna go again, Kim Seungmin?” Minho grumbled at him, jaw clenching.

“Oh, baby,” Seungmin swooned dramatically, “thought you’d never ask.”

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 3 months

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The Three Bear Hybrids

Summary: You find yourself lost in the woods at night but luckily there’s a cozy cabin you can take a rest in! Sure hope there aren’t any lustful bear hybrids who own this cabin….

Warnings: Reader has a Vagina (no pronouns or tits mentioned), Smut, Breeding Kink, Spit Kink (Kinda? Lots of slobber), Reader really just broke into these men’s house, Dub-con (reader is described as having a hazy mind at times, implied like pheromone shit or something)

Pairings: Bear Hybrids!Ghost, Price, and Gaz x Reader

A/N: Any spelling mistakes you see are between me and the Devil so if you see them then shhhhhh

It was a bit cliche to say that it was a dark and stormy night, but you couldn’t find better words to describe it. The sky pitch black, sparkling stars and the bright full moon covered by thick black storm clouds, a deep cold settling into your bones. And you were caught right in the middle of the woods, lost in the forest while out picking mushrooms for tomorrow’s breakfast. You cursed yourself under your breath, worried eyes looking up towards the clouds just as a few droplets started to fall down on you from the heavens. With no other choice, you resigned to find your way home in the morning, wrapping your cloak around your body tightly to fend off the chill and the rain, a new haste in your steps as you trudged through the forest, almost tripping over roots and rocks that you could not see without the guidance of the moon’s light or your lantern that you had stupidly left at home, thinking that you would not be long. Nothing to help you find an alcove of thick brush trees or an abandoned cave to protect yourself against the coming storm.

Nothing save for a faint glow in the distance, a beacon calling out to you in the night. And like a moth to a flame, you followed it. Relief filling your weary bones when you set eyes upon a large cabin nestled cozily in the forest. A bit tattered on the outside, lacking any love. No pretty decorations or painted walls. Vines and moss growing up the sides, the door left cracked open and seeming to be broken off of its hinges, but set firmly in the place it should be to keep the inside warm. Carefully, you approached. Moving the door was a bit of a struggle but you managed it, and you were able to slip inside before placing it back in the frame, looking around at the interior of the cabin when you were sure the door wouldn’t fall on your head the second you turned your back to it.

The inside of the cabin was just as sparse as the outside. Everything made of plain wood, crudely made, everything seeming to be made just for its purpose with no care of how it looked. The table in the living room was crooked, the couch propped up by thick books instead of proper legs. The kitchen bare save for a single freezer box, packed full of meat and varying sizes of jars filled with jellies, jams, and fruit. The glow that called to you earlier revealed to be a small candle left burning in the windowsill, which you grabbed and used to light your way in the plain cabin. Not that there seemed to be much to see in the first place. The only thing of real note being that everything seemed to be made for giants, all the furniture almost comically big. But nothing was as big as the beds. Three plush mattresses in an almost perfect row, just a few inches from each other in the same room. Curiously, you ran your hand over the one in the left corner. Stiff as a rock, and you wondered who could sleep on something so hard. The next bed was softer. Too soft in fact. When you laid your hand on it, it felt like it was just a pile of blankets instead of a mattress. Certainly cozier then the first, but you doubted such a mattress was good for someone’s back. Oh but the third bed!

The third bed was just right.

The perfect mix of soft and firm, still warm with the heat of whoever had last slept on it. And when you couldn’t help but lean in closer, there was a soft alluring musk that waived off of the sheets. It lulled you, made your head fuzzy and stupid. You couldn’t stop yourself from curling up into the bed, that scent embracing you like a long gone lover as you wrap your cloak tighter around yourself just to stave off the slight nip in the air. Just a short nap, you promised yourself. The owners of this cabin surely wouldn’t even notice you were there. You’d be long gone by the time they came back.

The assurances you told yourself were enough to ease you into fully closing your eyes, a sigh of contentment slipping from your parted lips just as the rain outside started pouring down, covering up the sound of heavy footsteps crunching cobblestone beneath their weight.

You awoke to the sound of voices. Your mind still hazy with sleep, cocooned in that nice comfy feeling of warmth and safety and laziness. The kind of feeling you never wanted to wash away just because of how good it made you feel. But the feeling never lasted, and it started to drip away from you like ice melting in the spring sun.

“But they’re sleeping in your bed, Price!” A voice hissed softly, like they were trying to keep themselves quiet. Were they trying not to wake you? It seemed like an odd thing to do when whoever it was was clearly panicked.

“I can see that, Gaz.” A rougher voice said in return, a deep sigh following the statement, and you felt the hair resting on your cheek be shifted away. Still sleep dumb, you could only sigh and snuggle further into the large warm pillows beneath your head, almost missing the amused chuckle sounding from above you. And then suddenly your whole body was being moved, the bed shifting beneath the weight of another person as they pulled themselves onto the mattress with you, tucking themselves up against you. It was what finally drained the last of your sleepiness away, and you tried to shoot up in the bed in your panic.

Tried being the key word here.

An arm, thick and muscular, shot up at the same time you did, wrapping around your chest and yanking you back down, pulling you chest to chest with an older looking man, his blue eyes sparkling beneath the faint rays of the rising sun shining in through the window at your back. They looked like the sea, bright and mysterious, beautiful. You felt like you could drown in them, like they’d pull you under their waves and fill your lungs with that blue til you couldn’t breathe. Unbidden, you felt heat rise up in your cheeks as those blue eyes narrowed at you, clearly not impressed with your pathetic escape attempt.

“Easy, Honey.” That gruff voice, hoarse and rough but almost melodic to your ears, said, a hand running down your back at the exact same time, pulling you even closer somehow. Not giving you the room to run away or fight him off. “We’re not gonna hurt ya, Honey. It’s okay, just calm down.”

Surprisingly, his words did wonders to ease your nerves, your flailing turning to light shaking as he kept looking into your eyes. But your own look beyond him, at the two men standing just at the edge of the bed. One tall, taller than the man holding you, scars criss crossing all over his face, brown eyes looking almost like warm honey in the light. But, seemingly a bit unnerved by your looking, he turned his face away. Looking down at the man beside him. Shorter than the other two but his smile seemed to fill the room, warmer than the sun, eyes a darker brown. Like the wood of a great oak tree, strong and steadfast, but glinting with boyish mischief.

And it was just about then that you noticed something….peculiar about the three men. Namely the round fluffy ears that sat atop their heads, twitching at every sound in the room. And if you looked closely, you were sure that you could see a small fluffy tail twitching excitedly behind the shortest man, and the sound of one lazily thumping against the bed coming from the man holding you. More than a bit confused, you opened your mouth to question them, but the scarred man beat you to the punch.

“What are you doing in our cabin?” He asked, his tone defensive, full of bite, like the dog of your neighbor who so fiercely defended his properly. It made fear peak up again, but it didn’t escalate into full blown panic as the man holding you started to rub his nose against your neck, sniffing you like some forest beast. The heat in your cheeks only intensified, especially when he let out some pleased sound that rumbled deep in his chest.

“I…..got lost. In the forest.” You tell him, biting back a sharp gasp as the man licks a long trail from your neck up to your ear, nosing against it before nipping your lobe. It should have unnerved you, frightened you, but it only made a warmth pool in your cheeks and belly. For some inexplicable reason, you enjoyed it. And so did the man, if the rapidly hardening bump against your thigh was any indication.

“And you decided that breaking into our cabin was the best course of action?” He asked with a quirked brow, disbelief in his eyes. But he seemed nervous, twitching just like the man beside him, both of them seeming almost possessed. Licking their lips and sniffing the air like their was something delicious cooking in the other room.

“I-It was the only shelter I could find.” You tell him, eyes going a bit hazy as the man holding you suddenly shifts, laying you flat on your back and hunching over you, growling as he works to untie the tight strings of your cloak before angrily ripping at it when it would not bend to his will. You wanted to be angry, but find that you couldn’t summon the will to tell him off when he just dived for the open skin of your collarbones, sucking and licking with a fervent need.

“And sleeping in our beds, that was also for shelter?” The scarred man huffed, his tone softer now, thick with something heated and warm as the shortest man stepped closer, starting to undo the laces of your shirt, delving beneath the loosened fabric to stroke eager fingers over your pebbled nipples. You shuddered, head tilting back with a soft whimper as he leans in, whispering against your ear, breathe heating up your skin.

“My name is Gaz.” He says, and you immediately stored that information away, moaning out the name softly when he pinched one of your nipples before lazily rolling it between his fingers. “And this one, the one sucking on you like some cub? That’s Price. And the big fucker behind me is Ghost. He’s a bit shy though, Love. Needs a bit more incentive to come closer. Why don’t we get you undressed and show him what he’s missing out on?” Gaz suggested, and you couldn’t help but nod, your fate sealed as he ripped your shirt clean off your skin, Price already working on your pants, yanking open your legs and letting the sweet honey scent of you fill the air, all their eyes going hazy, all thought washing away from them as they all tried to lunge for your wet core, growling and huffing at each other, tongues darting out for a taste and getting angrier and angrier when they kept accidentally licking at each other in their eagerness.

But you? You were drenched in bliss, the feeling of three tongues fighting between your legs, thighs forced open wide to accommodate them all, hearing them growl like wild animals just for a single lick of you. It was incredibly arousing and the mewl you let out when one of their noses bumped against your clit was loud, all eyes snapping up to your face. Lust all over their faces, mad with it, hungry beasts who wanted nothing more than to tear you apart on their mouths and cocks.

Eventually, after several minutes of the battle for your cunt, Price was the one who growled at the other two to get back, loud and ferocious. Gaz backed away with little resistance but Ghost growled right back, reaching out to grab at your hips and try to drag you closer. That was, until Price gripped the scruff of his neck and practically ripped him away from you, the bigger man going limp before finally backing away with a soft grumbling noise.

Price then turned to you, a happy gleam in his eyes as he leaned down between your thighs again, tongue slower then before, like he was trying to savor a delicacy as he licked a long stripe from ass to clit, his groan reverberating through your lower half in a way that made a tingle go through your belly. And then he was all wild animal again, starved for your pussy as he lapped and succked and nibbled, his nose grinding against your clit and his beard leaving raw scratches along your inner thighs that you knew would be tender for days to come. But in this intense you couldn’t care less, throwing your head back with a loud moan, clamping your legs shut around his head, feet resting between his shoulder blades. It did little to deter him, only seemed to encourage him in fact, and he dug his fingertips into the undersides of your thighs, not letting you open or close them any further, practically suffocating him in your pussy. Just as Gaz was taking to sucking at your nipples like a welp, soft moaning sounds made against your flesh, his eyes closed whenever he pulled back to switch his affections to the other pert bud, licking and kissing along the expanse of your chest, leaving little untouched by his sinfully talented mouth.

And Ghost. Oh Ghost was just enjoying the show, his eyes wide as they roamed over your body and the two men worshipping it, his hand beneath his pants, stroking slowly to the sight of you getting tongue fucked by Price. It wasn’t til you reached a hand out to him that he approached, leaning down to sniff at your wrist a little before licking it, laughing under his breath when you jolted, his free hand coming up to hold your palm against his cheek as he continued to jerk himself off, eyes locked onto yours, his orgasm hitting him at almost the exact time yours hit you, almost twin like soft noises falling from both of your mouths as he leaned in to kiss you, all tongue and teeth, saliva dripping down your cheeks as he bit your lips and licked alonhg the inside of your cheeks. It was the best kiss you’d ever had, and you didn’t want it to end, whining with disappointment when he pulled back to allow you to breathe. But you just grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him back down and forcing your mouth against his, pleased with the rumbling groan he let out in response. It was heavenly, he was heavenly, they all were. You’d never felt such pleasure in your life. The haze over your mind making thoughts sink far out of your reach, like a stone in water. The wave of heat over your body like a comforting childhood blanket. And you were sure nothing would ever feel better than this.

But you were quickly proven wrong when Price shifted between your legs, sitting up straight over you as he shifted down your pants, yanking your lower half closer to him so he could run his cock through your warm wet folds, tapping the large mushroom head against your clit almost playfully before sliding in with one firm thrust that had you crying out with pain tinged pleasure. But they held you through it, all of them. Ghost’s big palms on your cheeks, Gaz’s holding your hands, and Price’s squeezing your hips. Oh and it felt like coming home when Price was rooted inside you to the base, tip so close to brushing against your cervix that it made you want to scream. It burned, in both good and bad ways, but thankfully he gave you time to adjust. Letting his boys shower you with affectionate kisses for a few moments before he gave a slow experimental thrust.

Instantly, pleasure shot up through you like a bolt of lighting and you jolted beneath them, keening and wiggling, much to their amusement. But it was all that Price needed to know, setting a steady pace that battered at your slick walls pleasurably, stretching you out in a way you were sure that you would never fully recover from, sure to gape from the width of him when he would pull out, an ever present reminder of him. The thought made you clench and he snarled, fighting against the resistance your walls gave him, struggling to pull and push when you were clamping down on him so tight. He clicked his tongue, hand reaching down to rub rough circles on your stiff clit, more force behind his thrusts now, unwilling to be deterred by your body’s tightness.

“Gonna breed you.” Price huffed, voice thick, sticking like honey in his throat, like it was hard for him to speak. “All of us are gonna breed you full, Honey. Give you a few cute little cubs to take care of come spring. Maybe get lucky and have one from each of us. That sound good to you, Honey? Can’t wait to see you with a cub on your hip, feeding another one in your arms. Never gonna stop giving you little babies to take care of. You’re ours now. Swell like ours. Sweet little mate, we’ll take care of you.” He promises, his words sending molten lava through your veins, only able to stare up at him as he tilted his head back and growled. Not like the playful and commanding ones he used just previously, but something animalistic, inhuman. Terrifying and arousing at the same time. Ghost and Gaz pulled back just enough to make similar sounds, something in them becoming even wilder at the sound, diving back into you like you were a buffet, slobbering all over your body as they left no inch of you kisses and suckled at, pawing at you and humping your sides to relieve their aching cocks, tension building and building and building.

Until it snapped along with that knot in your belly, your orgasm washing over you as your sight becomes overtaken by a sheen of white, back arching to the heavens as you cry out, the sound copied by the man above you, his own pleasure shown in the ropes of thick white sperm that he sprayed inside you, hips nestling against yours, unwilling to let even a drop spill free as the two other bear hybrids already begin to bicker amongst themselves as to who would get the next turn with you. But all you could focus on was the ceiling, wondering what on God’s green earth you’d gotten yourself into now.

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kaciidubs · 6 months

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for the LOVE of me… i cannot stop thinking about polyOT8! skz x fem reader where they have a bulge kink 🤭 Lee know and Reader were caught on the sofa whilst the others were finishing up at jyp and then it hit the boys.. there was a visible bulge in your abdomen where minho was BURRIED inside of you (you were basically fucking like rabbits and the boys kinda joined in afterwards) 😽🫶🏻

Darling, OT8 x Reader is my bread and butter, I shit you not - and pair it with exhibitionism/voyeurism? You're out to kill me, I'm convinced.

You were never more grateful for owning so many throw blankets, or else you'd be the main reason why the couch cleaning market skyrocketed.

"M-Minho! Fuck, right there!"

Your hands twisted into the soft cotton, knuckles turning white as your body rocked against the covered cushions.

Above you hovered one of your eight boyfriends, face glistening with sweat and black hair messily swept back - his annoyance with it getting in his face was palpable the minute you two started your little fuck-fest.

His face lit up an a maniacal grin, tongue poking out to lick at the corner of his lips, "Right there? Tch, you're saying that as if I don't already know where all your spots are - such a bold little kitten." A breathless chuckle escaped from him as he hiked your right leg higher on his chest, keeping your left straddled between his own muscular thighs. "Since you think I don't know what I'm doing, maybe I shouldn't let you come again, hm?"

Your pussy clenched at the prospect, mind reeling at the thought of being left dry after so, so many highs. "No! Please, please don't, I'll-"

"You'll what?" He challenged, dark eyes sparkling with mischief, "You'll go crazy without having a cock to keep you full? You'll seek out our other partners and beg them to finish what you started?"

Your eyes rolled, body writhing as much as it could in his vice grip, keeping you pinned and open for anyone to see - for anyone to observe the way you were diminished to nothing but a hole for him to use.

"Finish what she started, huh?"

The new voice brought you back to yourself, your gaze focusing on Changbin walking into the living room with Seungmin and Jeongin in hot pursuit. Soon, the space was filled with each of your significant others, crowding around the couch where Minho was - still - driving into you as if nothing had changed.

"You got him all riled up again, huh, princess?" Chris cooed, amusement evident on his face.

"Princess?" Minho scoffed, hooking your leg into the crook of his arm and using his thumb to rub tight circles around your swollen clit, "She's been a brat - thinks what she says goes. I wonder why."

Before either one of them could comment, Hyunjin hissed out a short breath, "Fuck, look at her." To which Felix and Han followed up with a choked gasp of their own. "Holy shit."

Even through your delirium, you could see that his eyes weren't focused on your face - no, they were currently trained on where you and Minho were connected, and it didn't click until you snaked a hand down to your abdomen to feel a difference.

Fucking hell.

On each rough inward thrust, you could feel the shape of Minho's dick bulge against your abdomen and press against the lower part of your stomach.

"Noona, your hand," Jeongin whined, coaxing you into moving your hand back to it's previous position with a sobbed moan.

"Min- Min- I'm gonna-"

"Come for me," he gritted, rutting his hips against yours until your body shook, coming with a sound you could only hope was an attractive moan to say the least.

It took some time for you to come back to your senses, and when you did you were met with the guys in various stages of undress - a new wave of heavy lust dampening the atmosphere.

Blinking up at the second eldest, your eyebrows furrowed, "Min?"

Chuckling softly, he nodded knowingly at your tone, "I finished too, kitten - now, how about we let the others have a go, hm?"

[unedited]

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aanoia · 5 months

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𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒙 - 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆

Sirius Black x reader day six of the christmas advent calendar words; 893 warnings; Sirius' family. i kinda like this one a lot (i kinda like all of them a lot let's be so fr) flu season is taking me out (ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS THOUGH) I'm sorry these aren't longer, i rly dk why I've been struggling to write so much lately

The chandeliers twinkled elegantly as people commerce below. I held a permanent smile on my face, ignoring the dirty looks as I held tightly onto Sirius’ arm. He squeezed my hand, lowering his head to my ear.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He whispered quietly and I nodded.

“You want to make your family mad. I get it.” I said back, my mind flashing back to when he asked me.

“You’ll piss them off. Please, be my date!” Sirius begged, dramatically on his knees as I sat on the couch in the Common Room.

I laughed, “Okay wait, let me get this straight. Your family is hosting a party.”

He nodded, “Unfortunately.”

“And because your life’s mission is to piss them off, you want to bring me, a Gryffindor, as your date to said party?”

“Uh, yes.” He confirmed and I nodded.

“Okay, so, red with sparkles or no sparkles?”

His eyes lit up, “Sparkles, duh.”

I smoothed down my dress as he smiled, “You do look beautiful, Y/n/n.”

My heart skipped a beat and my stomach did flips, “You do too, Siri.”

My back straightened as a cold voice spoke to us, “Sirius.” An older woman said, her lips drawn in a tight line as she looked me up and down. I felt small under her gaze,

Sirius nodded with a tight lipped smile, “Mom. This is my girlfriend, Y/n.” I looked at Sirius silently as he called me his girlfriend.

His mom nodded, “She’s quite… her dress is not appropriate for this gathering.”

I scanned the room and she was quite right. Everyone was wearing dark colors, blacks, browns, greens. Definitely not bright red and definitely no sparkles.

“I think her dress is quite beautiful, as is she. You’d have to agree.” Sirius responded civilly, smiling as he accepted two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray.

“Thank you.” I muttered kindly and the waiter smiled before walking off.

Sirius’ mother rolled her eyes as another voice spoke, “At least she has manners, unlike you, my son.”

Sirius stiffened, “Father.”

Sirius’ father gazed down at us and I stood tall. My hands were shaking but I needed to provide Sirius a rock. I needed to let him know that as long as I am here, there’s no need to be afraid of the man.

“You weren’t invited.” His father said shortly.

Sirius gulped, “Well- I-” He stumbled over his words and I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from talking.

I smiled at his father, “Yes, however Regulus had mentioned it, so we assumed the letter must’ve gotten lost. We’re so deeply sorry for barging in, it was an honest mistake, Mr. Black.”

“Reggie told you?” His mother asked, seemingly feeling betrayed.

I panicked for a moment, “No, we simply overheard him talking with his friends about it.”

Sirius’ father studied me carefully, “What is your name, girl?”

“Y/n L/n, sir.” I said, holding out my hand to shake his.

He ignored it, a disgusted look coming across his face instead, “A L/n?” He looks to his son who lowered his gaze. “Not only did you come uninvited, you brought a L/n into our home?”

I looked between Sirius and his father, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t understand. Do you know my family?”

His lip curled into a sneer, “Unfortunately, I do.” He said simply and walked off, his wife on his arm.

My smile dropped and I stepped in front of Sirius. He kept his eyes on the ground and I gently tilted his head up with my hand.

I placed my hands on his cheeks, making sure he’s looking me in the eye, “Don’t let them ruin tonight. You made them mad, that’s what you wanted. Now let’s have fun, it’s a Christmas party after all.”

He smiled, “Yeah, let’s have fun.”

Sirius and I laughed loudly as we stumbled out of the Black manor, tipsy from the amount of champagne we consumed.

“The way she looked at me!” I said through laughs and Sirius laughed even harder.

“She fucking hates you!” He agreed as my abdomen began to hurt from all the laughing.

It was silent once we calmed down, the only sound being the crunching of the snow beneath our shoes as Sirius walked me home.

“I had fun tonight.” I said, breaking the silence.

“It wasn’t fake.” He responded and I furrowed my brows.

“What?” I asked and he stopped, turning to me.

“Well, it was. But I didn’t want it to be.”

“The date?”

“When I called you my girlfriend. It was fake, but I don’t want it to be.” He explained and my heart practically stopped.

I smiled, “You don’t?”

He shook his head, “No. I want to be your boyfriend more than anything, I want you to be my girlfriend.”

I nodded, taking a step closer so we were chest to chest, “Then ask.”

He took a deep breath, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I kissed him softly, smiling once I pulled away, “Does that answer your question?”

He laughed through his nose, “No, I think you need to do it again.”

I laughed as well, giving him another kiss. This one is longer and deeper. The cold air of the winter night was beat by the warmth of his love.

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gennyanydots · 1 year

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I Wanna Feel Good Tonight

Sequel to “I’m just now feelin feisty”

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18+

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x reader x Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Warnings: Explicit. 18+ only. Female reader. MMF threesome. Polyamorous relationship. Daddy kink. Mommy kink. Fingering. D/s themes. Actual Switch/sub this time!Rooster. Daddy dom!Jake. Actual switch/mommy!reader. Color system. Fingering. Oral(male and female receiving). Cum eating. Pegging. PWP.

You practically skip into the store Jake and Bradley stopped at. This was the third shop you’d been in and it wouldn’t be the last, the novelty of going into a sex shop wore off quickly for the boys. The first shop you stopped in they were like kids in a candy store running from item to item and calling the other over to look at whatever they found next. You told Jake you didn’t like any of the straps ons from any of the other stores so far but that was kinda slightly a lie. You didn’t really care which one you had but if Jake and Bradley wanted to be mean to you the other day when you got in trouble for their poor time management skills then they can drive you all over to find the exact strap on you want.

You already knew which one you wanted, not that it terribly mattered much to you. You knew before you had even gotten into the car. You knew which shop it was, too. Were you going to tell them? Oh no. Making them drive all over was way too funny for you. You’d stopped at the shop yesterday and picked it out while they were still at work. Both Bradley and Jake sighed each time you looked over the selection at each shop and deemed the options unsuitable for what you wanted. They couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t whine or complain. Just followed you back into the car to drive to the next store, grumbling under their breaths the whole way.

You had gotten into the car this morning with a whole list of every shop you could find in the general area near your house. It was at least 7 shops long. The last shop on your list was the one with the strap you already had decided you wanted. You just hoped none of the other ones had the same one so they didn’t catch onto your game because you were going to every shop on that list no matter what. They wasted your time the other day and then punished you for getting bored so you can waste their time today. Happily.

Thankfully none of the shops ended up having it and so finally when Jake and Bradley took you into the last store you finally got to point out which one you wanted. It was black patent leather with rhinestones and came with an opaque ish clear dildo. Whatever the girliest option was, you wanted it. You were surrounded at home by all their “manly pilot shit” that they leave everywhere so you wanted something girly for you. You were a princess after all. If only the dildo was pink and had sparkles. Maybe the next one. You’re sure you can find something with sparkles online. The girliness for you and not meant to emasculate them at all. Both Jake and Bradley were comfortable enough in their manlihood to not be bothered by colors or sparkles, sometimes both of them rocked sparkly pedicures when you got bored at home. You’ve been told they are the envy of the locker room at work.

You stood in line with your boys, holding hands with Bradley while Jake carried your new toy. The worker raised their eyebrow at the three of you when you got to the front of the short line, which you thought was weird, you’re sure they see all sorts of people, couples, groups, etc roll through their shop on a daily basis. Maybe the worker was just trying to figure your dynamic out. Nobody usually can. You kinda wanted to ask what they think it is. Sometimes the Dagger Squad likes to guess but none of you have ever told any of them how your dynamic actually works. They tend to guess wrong, assuming Jake is a bratty sub and Bradley doms Jake and then most often they guess that you domme them both. Assuming probably due to Bradley’s size and demeanor and the sass that oftentimes flows out of both your and Jake’s mouths and the way both of your boys follow after you all the time. Even the other day the whole squad asked Bradley and Jake if they were done pouting from the night before when you flirted with that guy because they were all sure you put them in their place and not the other way around at all.

When the worker handed Jake the bag, they told you all to have a nice day and, “Have fun!” which made Jake blush bright red and Bradley laugh. You grinned. Now you really wanted to ask what they thought. You’re sure whatever vibe you three give off isn’t correct which you really enjoy. In your relationship Bradley doesn’t have to be the stoic leader he tends to portray at work (or so you’ve heard) plus the show off-y/golden retriever-y personality that’s often seen at the hard deck. Instead Bradley just gets to follow Jake’s orders and gets to be taken care of and showered in as much love as he wants by both you and Jake, never having to try and impress either of you. Only sometimes does Bradley want to step up and take you on, usually as a way to get rid of excess energy or a way to work through things going on in his head which you’re happy to help with. Jake gets to have the control he craves and gets to dote on the both of you, handling everything like his type A personality wants. He is the end all be all of your relationship. The perfect daddy for you both. And you, well you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You tend to take a more passive role. Most often the epitome of pillow princess if the sass doesn’t come out which it often does. Jake loves when it does though. Using the strap on would be your first venture into the more active role. You were excited, especially if you did in fact get to fuck Jake eventually. Bradley doesn’t even get to do that often and even then Jake is still domming from the bottom. You’re hoping to maybe change that. Get him out of his head potentially.

You could barely contain your excitement to get home. Just in the last store you had smacked Bradley’s ass a total of ten times before Jake told you that you needed to stop and shot you a look that said “If you don’t stop you’re going to regret it.” As you looked at the dildos you quietly asked Bradley questions like “Is this the one you want inside you?” and “Wouldn’t this one feel so nice?” Bradley may have remained mostly quiet in the store giving off a more stoney facade but Jake and you both noticed the slight glassiness to Bradley’s eyes by the time you all headed back home. You’re sure the worker thought he was holding your hand to keep you under control or something, when in reality you were holding Bradley’s to lead him where you wanted and to keep him close to you and Jake. He likes to be close to you and Jake when his mind goes a little fuzzy and you love being the person he wants to snuggle up to.

It didn’t take long for you all to return home. The last store you went to was the closest to your house, not even five minutes away. When Jake realized that he raised an eyebrow at you and you just smiled sweetly back at him then blew him a kiss while he shook his head at your shenanigans. You really thought he would have caught on quicker than that. Must be losing his touch.

When you all arrived home, you raced into the house with your bag while Jake and Bradley got out of the car and into the house at a normal speed, Bradley’s mind came back to himself on the car ride home.

By the time they made it into the house together, you had already slipped the strap on onto your body over your clothes. You giggled as you swung your hips side to side watching the dildo swing to and fro. Both Bradley and Jake started laughing when they walked in the house and saw what you were doing.

“How do you guys not do this all the time? This is so amusing,” You said as you continued swinging your hips.

Jake shrugged, “The amusement wore off after a while. I don’t know about Bradley but I stopped doing stuff like that when I was like 15.”

Bradley laughed, “What are you talking about? You literally yelled for me to come into the bathroom the other day because you were holding your towel up by your dick and you were so proud of yourself.”

“Someone needed to see!” Jake said gesturing to his crotch. “It was awesome!”

Bradley laughed again, shaking his head at Jake then walked over to you when you stopped moving your hips and batted at the dildo causing it to pull down then bounce back up.

“That’s a pretty impressive dick you got there, baby,” Bradley said with a grin as he wrapped a hand around it and wiggled it around.

You shrugged and tried to keep from laughing as he wiggled it, “I know. We all knew I would have an impressive dick. Mickey said that I just scream big dick energy.”

Jake laughed from behind Bradley, “Was that when he was asking you about fucking us?”

“Why are your friends so interested in our sex life?” You asked as you looked between the two of them, leaning slightly to look around Bradley to Jake. “And why do they always ask me? Why can’t they ask you two awkward questions.”

“Because it’s an abnormal relationship, not to us of course, but you don’t generally know of people being polyamorous so they’re naturally curious and there’s different types of poly relationships so even if they did know of one they might not have all been together like we are. Plus, they all try and get us to tell them about it all the time but we don’t say anything so they’re hoping to wear you down. You’re probably the most likely to spill the beans, babe,” Bradley said and then kissed the top of your head then nuzzled his face into your hair.

You huffed and stomped your foot, “Am not! Jake never shuts up! He’s most likely!”

Jake smirked as he walked over to the two of you and swatted your butt, “You wanna watch what you’re sayin there, princess? Or do you want to get in trouble again? Either way I’m happy to oblige.”

You scowled at Jake and raised your middle finger up at him, “Don’t be an ass. It’s not cute.”

“Wasn’t trying to be cute,” Jake grumbled and furrowed his brow.

Bradley stepped between the two of you and wrapped himself around you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck, while he shuffled you farther into the house, “If we could not have fight that would be appreciated. I don’t want to explain to our coworkers how I had to kick Jake’s ass because you two started a fight.”

You grinned and squished your face against his and nuzzled cheek to cheek, “Aww, you would fight Jake for me?”

Bradley nodded and kissed your cheek, “Mama Carole would come back to haunt my ass if I let anything happen to you.”

You both could hear as Jake scoffed, “I would never try to punch our girl, Bradshaw. Nor hurt her in any way she didn’t want. You should both know that. Same goes for your ass, too.”

Bradley turned back to Jake and shrugged, “I don’t know that. You’re a wildcard, Seresin. Gotta defend my girl’s honor.”

“She’s my girl too!”

Bradley wrapped his arms back around you and lifted you up to throw you over his shoulder, “Not right now she’s not.”

You giggled despite a dildo being squished directly into your belly as he settled you on his shoulder and took off running with you up the stairs.

“Girlfriend stealer!” Jake yelled as you heard him hot on Bradley’s heels. You looked up and he was almost within touching distance quickly, as Bradley made it to the top of the stairs before he wrapped his arms around Bradley’s middle to slow him down and pulled Bradley back towards himself as he dug his heels down.

“Nooooooo! She’s mine!” Bradley yelled and held onto you tight as he was slowed down, dragging Jake a little before finally coming to a complete stop.

“Now I’ve got you both right where I want you!” Jake said then grinned as he walked around to Bradley’s front with his arms still wrapped around his middle and kissed him.

“In the hallway?” You asked cheekily then squeaked as you felt a hand come down onto your ass.

“Yes, you brat, in the hallway, that’s clearly what I meant,” Jake said and you just knew he rolled his eyes when he said it, not that you could see. The only view you currently had was the floor and Bradley’s back and butt, not that you’d ever complain about that. You were quite fond of that butt. Jake’s too.

You could hear Jake and Bradley once again kissing, so you reached down and pinched Bradley’s butt.

“Oww!” Bradley said and reached around to rub the spot you pinched. “Okay, she’s all yours. Not sure I want her anymore.” He leaned down slightly and slid you off his shoulder and onto your feet, in between himself and Jake.

“That’s not even true. You love me,” you said and pouted up at him.

Jake wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, “No, no. You’re all mine now. I get to love you exclusively.”

You watched as Bradley’s eyes got big and a pout formed on his lips, “No! I take it back. She’s mine too! We can share.”

“What if I don’t want to share?” Jake asked as he kissed the side of your head.

“Tough shit,” Bradley said as he stepped closer to the two of you and leaned down to kiss you.

You giggled against his lips, these childish fights were one of the reasons you loved these two so much. It was never boring in your house. Jake and Bradley apparently used to have a rivalry between the two of them, not that you were around for any of that, and had put it in the past but that didn’t mean they didn’t still poke fun at each other. Even when they started dating each other before you can along, they would playfully tease each other and keep the rivalry going playfully. It increased when they met you. You actually gave them something to compete over, not that you were a trophy or anything, they just thought it was funny to try and one up each other. They had been doing it since the start of the relationship.

You happily kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down and ran his hands down your back, between you and Jake, and grabbed the inside of your thighs and hefted you up. You wrapped your legs around his middle while his hands rested on your butt. He took steps backwards until he pulled you all the way away from Jake and then pulled his face away from you and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He threw you on the bed, resulting in a scream from you, and jumped up onto it beside you and laid on his side with a hand holding his head up and a grin plastered on his face.

Jake came running in after you both, throwing the door open to find Bradley relaxing on the bed and you laughing as hard as you can.

“Nice of you to join us, Jake,” Bradley said as he grinned.

Jake rolled his eyes, “You think you’re slick?”

Bradley nodded, “I do and it was.”

Jake shrugged and walked towards the bed, “You’re right. That was actually impressive. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“If you knew what was happening that would have defeated the purpose, babe,” Bradley said and flopped onto his back and held his arms out towards Jake. Jake laughed and flopped down on top of Bradley which made Bradley make a soft “ooof” noise.

Bradley smiled and wrapped his arms around Jake, one hand finding it’s way into Jake’s hair where he started to lightly scratch. Jake moaned in happiness and buried his face in Bradley’s chest placing an arm along either side of Bradley.

You watched as the two of them loved on each other. For as much teasing that happens between the two of three of you, heck the three of you, there’s also an enormous amount of love as well. With the type of dynamic that works for the three of you in the bedroom, there has to be a huge amount of trust and you’ve all certainly attained that together and fallen deeply for each other in the process.

You smiled as Jake held out a hand to you, clearly not wanting you to be left out. You placed your hand in his and he started to pull at your hand until you scooted your body closer and closer until he could put his arm around you and pull you against Bradley and him.

“Much better,” Jake said into Bradley’s chest. Bradley chuckled and placed a hand in your hair as well, scratching at your scalp. You closed your eyes and sighed happily. There was nothing better in the world than this. Not a thing. It was perfect.

“The fuck is poking me?” Jake said as he lifted up slightly and looked down. “Oh shit, I totally forgot you had that on.” He poked at the dildo that was still in the harness sat on your hips.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot I had that on too,” you said and wiggled your hips.

Bradley took a deep breath, “S-stop that!”

Both you and Jake looked up to see Bradley’s eyes closed then looked at each other, a grin played on both of your lips.

“Aww, puppy, I can feel you getting all excited,” Jake said as he rolled his hips against Bradley’s body which caused a whimper to fall from Bradley’s lips.

Jake pushed himself up until he was straddling Bradley’s hips and looked down at the other man who blinked his eyes open to look up at Jake and groaned seeing him straddling him and placed his hands on Jake’s hips.

Jake rolled his hips once, grinding his hips on Bradley’s, then looked towards you, “Princess, were you gonna fuck puppy with your clothes on? Because if not why don’t you head into the bathroom and get ready.”

You nodded then rolled off the bed. You took one last look at your two boys, Jake had leaned down to start kissing Bradley while you got off the bed, he had linked their fingers together and put them beside Bradley’s head on either side. Jake pulled away from Bradley’s lips to wink at you and blow you a kiss before he leaned back down.

You giggled before heading into the bathroom. You looked down at yourself. Did you want to keep any of your clothes on? The three of you have watched pegging porn previously, to see if that was something you all would be into, and sometimes the women kept their clothes on but not always. You decided to keep your bra and underwear on but take your shirt and jeans off. You slipped the strap on back up over your hips and tightened into position. You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was weird seeing a dildo attached to yourself but amusing nonetheless.

You stepped back out into the bedroom and saw a naked Jake kneeling beside the bed behind a naked Bradley who was bent over the bed. Jake had three fingers sliding in and out of Bradley while Bradley moaned and whimpered.

Jake smiled when he noticed you come back into the room, “Hi princess.”

“Hi daddy,” you said as you walked over and stood next to Jake.

Jake smacked Bradley’s ass, “On the bed, puppy. Hands and knees.”

Bradley scrambled onto the bed and got into position. Jake climbed up on the bed after him and used one hand to press Bradley’s chest down onto the mattress then held out a hand to you.

You took his hand in yours and followed as he gently pulled you towards them, “I think this is going to be the easiest position for you.” He guided you behind Bradley and had you climb up onto the bed and kneel up behind him. “It’s okay if you get tired or want a break, okay?”

You nodded.

“I need words, princess,” Jake said as he slid a hand down Bradley’s back, who shuddered from the touch.

“Yes daddy. I understand,” you said.

Jake smiled and leaned forward to kiss you then helped you shimmy your body as close as can be behind Bradley, “Color puppy?”

Bradley turned his face to the side, “Green.”

“Color, princess?” Jake then asked you.

“Green. Color, daddy?” You asked Jake looking at him.

“Green. Go ahead, princess, make puppy feel good,” Jake said as he helped you line up with Bradley’s hole.

Bradley’s eyes widen as you push in and you hear something mumbled into the sheets that he bunched up near his face.

Jake reached over and pulled Bradley’s head up by his hair, “What was that, puppy?”

Bradley shook his head and whined.

Jake nodded towards you, “Princess, can you pull back out and push in again? I want to hear what puppy has to say.”

You nodded and followed Jake’s instructions.

Bradley bit his lip to once again try and hold in the noise.

Jake softly pulled his lip from between his teeth, “Puppy, you know better. Stop that.”

Bradley took a deep breath, “K.”

You once again pulled out and pushed back in and you all hear exactly what Bradley had been trying to hide, “Mommy!”

Jake grinned at you, “Well isn’t this a fun development? Finding out all sorts of new things about puppy.”

Bradley whined and you ran a soothing hand over his back.

“Is daddy being mean to you, baby boy? What a mean daddy. It’s okay, who’s gonna take care of you, baby?” You asked.

“Mommy,” Bradley gasped out quickly, breathing heavily.

You smiled. Yeah, you like this.

“Good boy,” you murmured to Bradley before you pulled your hips back slightly and pushed them back in causing a sharp inhale from Bradley.

You looked up and met Jake’s eyes to wink at him before he shifted his gaze back to where you were entering Bradley.

Bradley whined and pushed his body back towards yours, “Mommy…. Please…. Mommy!”

“What do you need, puppy?” You asked as you continued your soft hip movements.

“Need more, please,” Bradley whimpered out. “Please mommy!”

You ran both hands up his thighs teasingly before gripping onto his hips to help you push and pull easier, “What a polite boy.”

Jake laughed, “Of course he’s being all good for you, you’re the one fucking him.”

You shrugged as best as you could while still gripping Bradley’s hips to keep a steady pace, “He’s always a good boy. You pouting, daddy?”

“Maybe a little.”

You giggled, “Did I take your favorite toy away?”

“No, my two favorite toys are busy with each other,” he said as he ran a hand along Bradley’s back and rested it on the back of his neck which caused Bradley to look up at Jake.

“I’m sure puppy would be more than happy to include you. It’d give him something to do with his mouth,” you said as you looked down at Bradley who was practically drooling on the sheets. He started nodding once he realized what you had said to Jake and made grabby hand motions towards him and whined.

Jake crawled up towards the head of the bed and placed himself in front of Bradley, “You need something in your mouth, puppy?” Bradley enthusiastically nodded at that as he watched Jake come closer to him. You slowed your thrusts down as the two situated themselves. Bradley lifted up onto his hands as Jake scooted himself partially under Bradley. Bradley looked up to meet Jake’s eyes, waiting for the go ahead, with his mouth falling open and tongue hanging out in anticipation. Jake nodded and Bradley quickly dropped down onto his elbows to partially take Jake’s dick into his mouth, after letting some spit run down the length Bradley tightly grabbed what wasn’t in his mouth causing Jake to moan as he threw his head back. You could see his thighs twitch as he stopped himself from thrusting forward into Bradley’s warm, wet mouth.

You continued with your shallow thrusts until you could tell Bradley had started to get impatient. He started to push back towards you as he pulled his head up almost off Jake to tongue at his sensitive head which caused Jake to slip both hands into Bradley’s curls as he swore. You knew from first hand experience just how great Bradley’s mouth could feel and by the looks of it Jake was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bradley wiggled his ass at you before leaning forward to take Jake fully into his mouth.

You chuckled then thrusted into Bradley a few more times, harder, to check that Bradley wasn’t going to choke or anything on Jake’s dick. That wasn’t what you wanted. At least not right now. You vaguely heard Bradley moan from around Jake which must have felt good since when you looked up at Jake, you saw him shudder.

“Puppy feel good, daddy?” You asked as you kept up with your new pace, starting to vary the direction you were thrusting from.

Jake nodded as he gripped Bradley’s hair.

You giggled and ran your nails softly along Bradley’s spine causing him to shiver.

You continued thrusting with very slight variations to the angle until you heard Bradley gasp and watched Jake’s entire body go rigid.

“Do…. Do that again, princess,” Jake panted out, barely opening his eyes to look at you.

“Okay, daddy,” you said as you made sure to make the dildo hit the same spot inside Bradley, you noticed as you did that Bradley was digging his blunt nails into Jake’s legs which probably matched what Jake’s nails were doing to Bradley’s scalp.

You thrusted a few more times before Jake’s entire body tensed and he shallowly thrusted into Bradley’s mouth four times while he grunted a few times before relaxing with a sigh.

After he took a few breaths he pulled Bradley’s head off him, which resulted in a whimper coming from Bradley as he tried to stay sucking on Jake. “No, all done, puppy. Lift up,” Jake said and Bradley sighed before he licked Jake clean twice more before he was pulled off harder and Bradley finally fully relented with a pout. Jake scooted himself down farther until he was face to face with Bradley so he could kiss him, tasting himself on Bradley’s tongue. Jake ran both hands down Bradley’s back until he met one of your hands on Bradley’s hip and wrapped the other around Bradley’s dick. Bradley pulled his mouth away from Jake and buried his face as well as he could when Jake started to stroke Bradley in time with your thrusts hitting his prostate.

Bradley started to pant before he came with a shout, making his and Jake’s stomachs a mess. You continued thrusting into Bradley until he slumped forward onto Jake’s chest. Jake wrapped his arms around Bradley quickly and placed a kiss to his temple. You pulled out of Bradley slowly, still making the exhausted man whine as you did so but he was quickly shushed by Jake who snuggled him impossibly closer.

You got up and shimmied out of the harness before you headed into the kitchen to grab a snack and some waters then hurried back. You handed Jake a water which he took then shimmied himself and Bradley up a little so he could help Bradley take a few sips. You climbed up onto the bed and opened the banana to break it into smaller bite sized pieces which you held out in front of Bradley’s mouth which he took slowly, each time being showered in praise by both you and Jake.

After his drink and his snack, Bradley was quick to fall asleep wrapped between both Jake and you. You ran your fingers through his hair while Jake held him firmly against his chest.

“Did you have fun, darlin?” Jake asked as he looked over at you.

You nodded, “Yep! I think it was a very successful first time.”

Jake chuckled, “Agreed. Do you need anything? Are you all good?”

You nodded again, “I’m all good. This wasn’t about me.”

“But that doesn’t mean you need to ignore your needs,” Jake said with a pointed look.

You shook your head, “I promise I’m all good and I do not need anything but a nap.”

Jake sighed and reached up to brush some hair out of your face, “I’m getting you off when we wake up.”

“Deal,” you said with a giggle.

“Love you, baby,” Jake said as he blew you a kiss.

“Love you, Jakey. And Brad Brad. So much,” you said back.

Bradley mumbled something in his sleep that may have been “love you” but you’re not sure. You snuggled up to Bradley’s back and kissed his shoulder before both you and Jake finally followed Bradley into dreamland.

You woke up a few hours later to both boys laying on your legs as they “quietly” (or so they thought) fought over who would get to wake you up with their tongue, both got annoyed at the other for being so loud but thankfully you knew exactly how to quiet them both resulting in two orgasms for you.

#Bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader x jake hangman Seresin #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #sereshaw x female reader #hangster x reader

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In which Sirius realizes he loves you in a different way than the other Marauders.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six coming soon!

Summary: You and Sirius have made up, so then why do you still feel like shit?

Pairing: Sirius Black x bestfriend!reader

Warnings: Brief implications of queerphobia, mentions of abuse (Sirius' parents), Sirius picks his nails and they bleed, panic attack, talk of running away, Sirius has hickeys, allusions to sex, let me know if I missed anything!

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"I'm sorry, what?"

Then followed a theatrical eye roll from James from the nth time. "Sirius?"

The boy in question gave you a look. You sighed. You definitely didn't look down at your shoes as soon as his eyes met yours.

James' latest plot for a prank was outstanding, such was his trademark. And as usual, it required the group to book it in all other directions as soon as possible, avoiding any disciplinary figures aiming to catch you. Naturally, you'd get caught eventually. But in running and hiding you were no doubt going to get stuck hiding with Sirius. It had become an unspoken rule that you two stuck together, because somehow, you two always found the perfect hiding spot. A broom closet or empty classroom you didn't recognize always made itself known to you, no matter where you were in the castle. It had become a running joke in fifth year and had become the norm ever since.

But hiding had brewed history between the two of you as of late. At some point in the beginning of the year it had become an intimate secret, a tiny home for the two of you to sneak out of class to make out in. When you'd attained a boyfriend (that wasn't him), you'd avoided prank playing for as long as you could. You knew Sirius wouldn't try anything. He was still timid around you even weeks after making up.

But still, the thought of going back to the room that had been yours, it made your stomach turn to rocks. It didn't feel right now to go back to an intimate place with the person who had made it so when he was now, for the first time in your friendship, held behind boundaries. You didn't know who'd set them, you didn't even know what they were, but suddenly certain places and inside jokes and terms of endearment felt impossible. So when James had caught you and roped you into his latest scheme, you'd heaved a sigh and popped a squat, an uneasy feeling stirring your guts.

Sirius was still staring at you. By the shape his brows were taking you knew he was understanding of your hesitancy. But you gave a small huff, standing.

"Never mind. I'm in, what's the plan?"

And just like that, you found yourself in the very situation you'd dreaded. Frantic footsteps echoed off of towering stone ceilings, a cackling Peeves swooping around chandeliers, no doubt to stir up the mayhem the Marauders and you had just set off.

"Damn it, hurry!" Sirius grunted, grabbing your hand to tug you along. If you weren't already breathless from the sprint your gasp would have held more meaning. His touch sent sparks up your arm, tingling your chest. It didn't use to do that.

A sharp turn jerked you, almost losing your footing if not for the just as sudden stop in front of a small wooden door you recognized all too well. Here you went.

Sirius swung the door open, slipping himself into the closet that seemed scarily small before tugging you inside. His arm reached over you to yank the door, stopping just before it closed and gently shutting it, breathing soft sigh when the knob clicked.

Meanwhile you were about to lose your mind. His face was inches away, cheek tinted pink from running, tiny sparkles in the dim light scattered across his cheekbone. A stray lock tickled your nose. Pretty grey eyes darting back and forth, fixated on what he could see in the tiny crack in the wood. His scent overwhelmed your senses, something indescribable but so familiar and so Sirius that, against your understanding, made your heart ache.

He wasn't even touching you. Even in his dedication to lookout he'd made careful sure to maintain some semblance of space. In truth he was scared to touch you. Not because he didn't want to, but because it was you. That cold-hot feeling that had overtaken his hand when he dragged you down the hall just minutes earlier still lingered. Your presence was impossible to ignore, he was now hyper-aware of it whereas it used to feel natural. He wasn't used to actively recognizing you. It used to be like not knowing your own scent because you never didn't smell it. That's how inseparable you two had been. But now everything you did captivated him, a strange cross between feeling like a deer in headlights and under a love spell.

An odd quiet had fallen between the two of you. Sirius had turned to face you at some point; you'd been too deep in thought thinking about him to notice, funnily enough.

Centimeters lie between the two of you, a magnetic feeling buzzing on your skin, thickening the air and freezing you in your spot. You couldn't make yourself turn to keep a look out, but neither could you look him in the eye. Straight at his chest seemed to be the only safe place to point your gaze. Memories raced through your brain, his lips roaming your skin in a way you couldn't dare call anything less than holy, soft touches and quiet laughs whispering around in your head. A bubble of pure home that you could no longer fit in.

Your skin was on fire, fingertips buzzing from anticipation, when you finally, finally looked up at him. Into his eyes that held a storm you were already far lost in. Immediate regret strikes you, not because of him but because it's him. You stumble backwards, a sharp gasp leaving you when he reaches out to steady you. Reaching blindly for the doorknob, you make a run for it, not even pausing to consider you might get caught. The only thing your senses could comprehend was Sirius, as much as the withering logical side of you wanted to reject it, make it not so. As much as you wished the anxiety sparking your veins for some godforsaken reason would subside.

By the grace of some god the hallway was empty, and you took off for your dormitory, huffing under hurried steps. And even when you got there, you kept pacing around the room like a caged animal, hands not knowing what to do with themselves.

Why was he so difficult to be around out of the blue? It was easy to be friends with him before, why not now? Why did you suddenly feel like dying whenever you saw his face? Why was it that a friendship that had endured years of hardships suddenly so fragile?

After a while your body fell victim to the physical exhaustion of your labored breathing and pacing, and you flopped onto the bed, curling up and staring at your toes in deep thought.

Your train of thought was chugging around aimlessly in your skull, and it was making your head ache. You wanted to sleep but God knew it would evade you for a long while, so you attempted to organize whatever sense you had into understanding.

. . .

1971

"Hey!"

You glanced around, wondering if the shout was meant for you. A young boy you'd seen parading around Hogwarts for the better half of the semester came trotting up to you.

He pointed at your hand, resting atop the pages of your textbook. "How did you do that?"

You looked down. Your fingernails were painted a maroon color. "What, my nails?"

"Yeah! How'd you color them?"

"Nail polish." You replied simply.

"You mean you have some here?" His eyes widened in fascination.

You nodded, closing your book.

The boy looked around, as if he were about to tell you a secret. "Can I borrow some?"

You tipped your head, glancing to his fingertips which appeared to be, quite messily, painted black. "Don't you already have some?"

The boy looked down at his hands, then held them up to show you. "No, I had to use a muggle pen. I think Remus called it a Shar-pie." He pronounced the last word slowly. "They don't get the color on as neatly as real polish, and none of the girls want to let me borrow theirs."

You frowned, put your book aside. "Give me one minute." You held up one finger, then scurried up the stairway into your dormitory. Once you'd grabbed the bottle, you stomped back down, ignoring the barks of "quiet down!" from the older years. You held it up in triumph for the boy to see. His face lit up once he saw you extend it to him.

"Wow, thank you!" The boy took the bottle, examining it fondly, almost as if he couldn't believe he was actually holding it. "My name is Sirius, by the way."

"I know," you smiled. "I've seen you and your friends around."

"Oh, yeah. We're the Marauders." Sirius puffed his chest out proudly.

"The Marauders?" You wrinkled your nose. "What kind of a silly name is that?"

"It's not silly!" He shouted, demeanor immediately changing to defensive.

You sense you've hurt his pride. You hold your hands up in defense. "Merlin, okay. I'm sorry."

He relaxes, but still eyes you in judgment. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but someone much older and taller than you both comes trotting your way with much importance. You noticed Sirius stow the bottle in his pocket with a surprisingly smooth haste.

"What are you two doing up? It's far too late. Off to bed, both of you!"

"You can't boss me around! You're not a teacher!" Sirius looked up at the older boy with indignance, nose wrinkled up a bit.

"I, Mr. Black, happen to be a Prefect." The boy held his head high, quite literally looking down his nose at Sirius.

Sirius didn't seem to be fazed by the title, but he stuck his tongue out at the Prefect and turned on his heel towards the stairs of the boys' dormitory. Before leaving, however, he whipped around and faced you.

"Thanks." He gave you a cheeky grin, then scampered up the stairs.

. . .

1972

"Hey!"

You glanced around, wondering if the shout was meant for you. Once you saw a familiar, beaming face, you knew it was. Sirius' hair had been cut shorter over the summer, but it still flapped around his head as he bound towards you.

"Sirius!" You yelped as he embraced you, attempting to pick you up, but he wasn't quite so strong. Once he let go, you noticed he was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"So, did you bring them?"

You patted your satchel. "Yup. All ten colors."

Sirius fist pumped the air, grabbing your hand and yanking you down the hall.

"Where are we going?" You shouted, gripping your bag in hopes it didn't fall off your shoulder.

"Where do you think?"

"Right now?"

"Right now!"

And so you wound up here. Sitting on the floor of a tiny broom closet painting your friend's nails.

"You know, you really ought not use Sharpie if you're going to keep picking your nails."

"It's not like I have my own. And my Mum gets them professionally done so I can't steal hers." Sirius retorted. You hummed, resigned to watching the brush of the polish, this time a peachy color, flow over the bed of his nail. It only slightly failed to wholly cover the still-messy black coloring, which had nudged onto his cuticles and fingertips a bit in the process. His nails were also uneven and very short, enough to look uncomfortable.

"Well, it's done." You tugged out your wand, murmuring a spell. You tapped the color on the boy's nails, confirming that they'd dried properly.

Sirius held them up, examining the job. "They're beautiful, as always." You grinned. Your friend always adored when you painted his nails. They were nothing fancy, but you were glad they made him happy. Sirius put his hands delicately to the ground to push himself up to stand, only to crouch back down to look through the peephole of the broom closet. Once he'd deemed it clear, he stepped out, gesturing for you to follow.

The hallway was a crisp cool, a strange contrast to the bright sunlight outside. Sirius grasped your hand, and you nearly gasped. If a teacher caught two second years holding hands, you thought, you'd surely be expelled for public indecency.

His touch was freezing, but his hold emitted nothing but warmth.

. . .

1975

"Hey!"

You glanced around, wondering if the shout was meant for you. It was James, a friend of Sirius' whom you'd become quite close to.

"Have- huh- have you seen- hah- Sirius?" James was hunched over, hands on his knees, panting as though he'd been doing laps all around the castle.

"No, why?"

"We can't find him anywhere." James wipes a sheen of perspiration from his forehead, taking his glasses off to wipe more from the bridge of his nose.

You stood, making a beeline for the east corridor without saying a word. James doesn't seem to follow, actually sprinting in the opposite direction.

After scaling stairways and crossing corridors, you came upon an unassuming but familiar door. Glancing around, you knock thrice before opening the door.

It was dark, as you expected. Once the door was shut, only faint light from the keyhole illuminated the tiny closet. Curled up into a tiny ball was Sirius Black, most uncharacteristically so. He looked up immediately, almost flinching into himself at the sound of the door clicking shut.

"Sirius?" You sat cross-legged across from him, attempting to give him space even in the crammed room.

"Don't- don't-" Sirius seemed to be gasping for air. You shushed him. "I'm here. Just breathe, don't talk."

Sirius sat, trembling, staring at his hands, willing himself not to pick at them. The red spots around the sides of his nails still stung if he stared long enough.

The time that passed might have been the longest and the most baffling you'd spent up to that point. You opted to stare at your hands, unsure if your stare would make Sirius more anxious. You stole glances at his figure from time to time, and each time it felt like pulling your gaze from a car crash. In all the years you'd known Sirius Orion Black, he always seemed so... indomitable. Like nothing could stop him. But right now he seemed a shell of himself, jumping at every small movement and glancing around wildly.

When the gasps and hiccups and whimpers had passed into soft breathing, Sirius finally looked up at you, chapped lips pressed together.

"Do you want to talk?" You asked softly.

Sirius took in a long breath. "I don't want to go back."

You knew what he meant in an instant. It was nearing summertime. You'd heard Sirius talk about his family many times before. It was times like these that reminded both of you that it was real, that it actually hurt him. He only ever mentioned his home life under the context of a laugh, even if he was the only one laughing. Telling stories about how he got the scar under his chin from the swipe of his mother's claws like it was an old war tale, teasing his younger brother. He always made himself seem unstoppable, even he believed it.

You nodded, reaching a tentative finger out to brush against his fingernail, tiny slivers of paint the remnants of the neon purple he'd picked off.

Sirius' lip twitched. "I'm going to run away."

"Okay." You said simply. You knew Sirius well enough to get that if he had his mind set on something as important as his home, he's immovable. Nor did you blame him.

He looked up, but said nothing, only stared at you with a mixture of surprise and fondness.

"Make sure you visit me, okay?"

Sirius nodded. "Every week. Make up for the lack of owls every summer, eh?"

You smiled. "Do you think you'll be back at Hogwarts next year?"

Sirius clicked his tongue, looking up at the ceiling. "Maybe. I think they'll be glad to see me gone, my parents. They won't come looking for me." The boy looked down at you again, smiling. "And I reckon I'd miss you too much if I didn't."

A tightness in your chest seemed to release; you breathed out. "I'll miss you too."

Sirius takes your hand and squeezes thrice. Then he glances over to your satchel. "Can I get a fresh coat for the road?"

You smiled, pulling your bag into your lap. "What color?"

Sirius thought for a moment. "Maroon."

. . .

August, 1977

The halls of Hogwarts were buzzing with excitement. Most of it was coming from the first years. You'd been coming here for years- but you'd be lying if you said it didn't thrill you to think that you'd be spending the next nine months here.

As you followed the line of students through the corridor, your mind wandered to the previous years and the memories you'd made. Most of them were some variation of parading through the halls with a select four kids that had for some reason adopted you, partially against your will, into their group. You'd grown to love them- James with his idiotic jokes and cheerful spirit, Remus as the wise anchor and appointed mother of the group, Peter as the supportive confidant, and Sirius as the mischievous flirt.

No, there weren't many like the Marauders.

An assault of various, luring scents snapped you out of your trip down memory lane. You now had your attention focused on the warm light bathing the Great Hall from the candles hovering over the four grand tables stretching from one side of the room to another.

After moving up onto your tiptoes to look over the many heads in front of you, it didn't take long for your eyes to find your typical spot towards the end. Remus was already sitting there with his nose buried in a book, so much so that it looked as though there was a mop of unruly chestnut hair growing from the pages.

Just as you began to step towards the table, you were jolted by two hands coming up from behind to rest on either shoulder. You were shocked for about half a second before you opened your mouth to yelp and were met with a familiar scent that you'd come to know belonged to none other than-

"Sirius Orion Black!" You half laughed, half scolded when the head of your attacker peeped out from over your shoulder, mirth-filled eyes meeting yours.

"In the flesh." He grinned, stepping back to fall in line and walk with you. The two of you fell easily into light conversation, witty remarks and laughs tossed back and forth.

In the few moments you'd had to look at him, you were taken aback. He looked different. His hair was longer, brushing against his shoulders and still silky and ad-worthy as always. His skin seemed clearer, eyes brighter despite the bags under them. Something life with the Potters had earned him, you supposed. As you knew from experience, summer days at James' house far surpassed those at Sirius'. But you could still detect the worry under his eyes, in regard to his younger brother, no doubt.

But that was a story for another time. You were safe at Hogwarts, and right now that was enough.

The raven-haired boy and you had found your place at the Gryffindor table, you sitting across from Remus where Sirius opted to sit beside him, ruffling his hair as he walked behind the boy.

Now that you could see Sirius properly (and discreetly), you took a moment to drink him in. Despite having a hair tie around his wrist, his ebony locks still remained free, a few draping over his face and remaining there even after he tucks them behind an ear or blows them away. His eyes were alive as he spoke to Remus, hands moving animatedly to express more dramatically the story he was telling. His teeth, though the light in the room was a warm yellow, were pearly white, and when he smirked wide enough you could see his distinct canines gleam, as though they wanted to show off how surprisingly sharp they were.

Somewhere along the line, Sirius glanced over to you a few times. You thanked Merlin he was already telling a story, so it wasn't unusual for you to be watching him.

"Well, if it isn't three of my favorite people!" The telltale bellow of James Potter sounded a small ways away. You turned your head a bit to notice the bespectacled boy approaching your table, Peter following in his wake in a much less attention-attracting manner.

"Prongs! Haven't seen you since this afternoon!" Sirius laughed, standing and clapping his friend on the back. Peter greeted his friends with a more timid and calm manner, seating himself on the other side of Remus, who seemed to be conflicted between annoyance and happiness.

James plopped rather animatedly beside you, slapping his hands on the table in a way that showed he had something important to say. "Since some of us-" he gave a pointed look to you- "were in a different cabin on the train, I'll give a rundown of this year's festivities."

"Festivities," Remus snorted, resting his cheek in his palm, "that's one way to put it."

James ignored his friend's comment, proceeding to explain in full detail the plan he and Sirius had hatched for a first-night prank. While you knew any idea that popped into the mind of James Potter was sure to land you in detention, you listened, and you had to say it was quite funny.

"This is our year," was the last thing the Chaser was able to say- which he said every year- before being interrupted by the sound of a spoon clinking against a glass abnormally loudly, followed by the voice of the headmaster beginning his routine back to school speech.

You'd heard Dumbledore give this speech many times, so you weren't particularly missing out on anything when your eyes wandered to the boy who'd jump scared you earlier. He was listening, or at least pretending to. His chin was resting on his arms, which were folded on the table, so that his eyes were turned upwards so that he could watch through his eyelashes in a little pout.

Damn.

Wait, huh?

. . .

September, 1977

Though you'd rolled the question around in your head for days, you'd still yet to come to a definite answer. Moreover, the flirting certainly hadn't stopped. The worst part of it was when the you'd been lounging in the boys' dormitory one lazy afternoon. James was busy with Quidditch practice and Remus was in the library so that left you, Sirius, and Peter.

You couldn't recall ever having wishing Peter to leave so insistently.

"The hell is my Honeydukes bag? Could've sworn I had it..." Sirius was rummaging through his impossibly unorganized nightstand, searching for the bag of sweets he always kept stashed in the top drawer.

"Prongs finished off the last of it, mate." Peter said with an apologetic look.

Sirius gave a dramatic groan, slamming the drawer shut. "Going to wring his dumb neck."

"If you want something sweet I'm sure the house elves would fix something." You offered.

Sirius flopped back onto the bed. "But that's so far."

Peter jumped to his feet. "I can get it for you!"

Sirius draped his arm over his eyes. "Thanks, Wormy."

Peter scurried out the door, leaving the two of you alone. Despite the nonchalance with which Sirius always carried himself, he had become intensely more aware of your presence. The two of you were the best of friends, and that would never change, but why did he feel nervous?

"What d'you suppose he's so eager for?"

Sirius shrugged, sitting up. "Probably guilty because he finished it off with James 'n doesn't wanna say it."

You hummed, uncrossing your legs when one foot had fallen asleep, and flopped back onto the bed.

What you hadn't expected was for Sirius to lean over and place a hand beside your shoulder, caging you in under him. Strands of his hair fell from behind his ear, shading his face. His eyes gleamed with amusement and radiated lust that you weren't sure was genuine or humorous.

"Hey."

"Hi." You weren't sure what to say to that. He seemed to just be admiring you, but why would he do that? You'd never seen him do that before.

"What time are you due at the library?"

You didn't know what to expect, but that certainly wasn't one of your guesses. It took you a moment to process before you answered, "Four thirty."

"Ah, good. Get you all to m'self for a bit." Sirius propped himself up on his elbows, hair now tickling your forehead and face extremely close to yours. You sincerely hoped your face wasn't tomato red as his eyes drank you in.

"Y'alright?" There was sincerity and genuine concern in his tone. Had he gone too far?

"Yeah. Just watching you."

"Oh?" Sirius cocked a brow.

"Mhm. Seeing what you're doing." Your eyes were stuck on his lips. He had damn nice looking lips, you'd learned over the past few days, and they looked even nicer up close. Tempting, even.

"And what am I doing, exactly?"

You weren't sure when this had crossed the line of comedy and become genuine flirting, or at least that's what it felt like to you, but Christ was it different when he was doing it to you. You'd seen him flirt with classmates before, but having his gaze trained on you, his voice low, his entire attention on you was exhilarating. You liked it.

The question seemed to have gotten lost somewhere in the air as the two of you simply stared at each other, eyes going from eyes to pink cheeks to lips. You could have sworn he was leaning in.

What was unmistakable was the hand shifting from the bed to your jawline. It was surreal, like you'd stumbled into a dream. Somewhere along the line you learned you'd fallen asleep, and somewhere along the line you realized you liked this dream.

You liked it very much.

. . .

October, 1977

There he was in the common room, sat on the couch in front of the fire, with you under his arm reading a book, nobody else around, and he still hadn't made a move. His fingers were playing with your hair, while his free hand held a cookie from the plate of sweets sitting on the table beside him.

"Alright, I ought to stop here before I fall down a rabbit hole that costs me my nights' sleep." You pulled the bookmark into the seam and closed your book, heaving yourself up and placing the novel in your bag.

"Aw, must you go?" Sirius false pouted, standing up as well.

"Yes, I must. I’m tired.” You smiled at him wearily, but he didn’t seem to be having it. He stood face to face with you, towering over you with that same closeness that had your breath hitching in your throat.

“Kiss goodnight?”

He wasn’t backing away. He was just staring at you with those goddamn eyes that taunted you and frustrated you and intoxicated you all at once. He wore his telltale smirk, though it was softened.

“Sure,” you finally said, though your heart could have tore through your ribcage at that.

Sirius hooked a finger under your chin, thumb on your chin to pull you forwards. Your blood was pounding in your ears.

Until he stopped suddenly, giving a soft chuckle before stepping away.

“Shame, then.” He smirked.

Oh, no he didn’t. Just as he was turning to leave you dumbfounded and breathless, you grabbed his tie and pulled him forward to kiss you before he had the chance. Teeth knocked and breath was knocked out of lungs, but he responded quickly, hands moving to cup your face. It was oddly gentle, the way he was holding you. Your free hand went to his shoulder, clutching him towards you. Thoughts escaped you in the moment, your focus locked on Sirius’ practiced mouth working on yours, his tongue slipping in your mouth and finding yours.

Sirius held with with a surprising softness, despite his obvious and overwhelming need for you. His hands trailed gently from your cheeks to your shoulders, down to the waist.

Suddenly it hit you. You weren't sure why, but his hands on your waist ignited a thought in you.

You were making out with your best friend.

You liked it. So damn much.

. . .

October, 1977

"Still think the flirting meant nothing?" Remus cocked a brow, smiling.

"Well now I don't think it's nothing." You threw your hands up incredulously.

"Fair. How do you feel about him flirting with you?"

"I like it." You blurted, perhaps a little too quickly.

"Then flirt back."

"But he's my friend, Moony, I can't. If I play it off as a joke he'll start taking it that way and we can just stay friends without having to worry about any tension or drama."

"Is that what you want?"

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. You chewed your lip.

"Do you want my advice?"

You nodded.

"I'd advise you to test it out while it's still early. Go for it now before you get emotionally attached to him."

"I just said he's my friend," you rolled your eyes, "I'm already emotionally attached to him."

"I meant in a romantic way." He said evenly, undeterred by your attitude. "If I know Sirius, he knows how to act casual. He's your best friend, he's not going to stop talking to you or anything."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've seen him behave that way with his previous, ahem, playmates. He's a heartthrob, not a heartbreaker." Remus noted the change in your expression, and added, "no, he is not involved with anyone else as far as I know."

You sighed, slumping back in your chair.

What harm could it do?

. . .

October, 1977

The quiet was something exceedingly rare when you were close to Sirius, but you relished in it now. Time didn't exist in scenes like this, everything just was.

The dormitory was quiet, the other Gryffindor boys in Sirius' year nowhere to be found. Sirius' head was resting in your lap, his eyes closed. His lashes twitched over his cheeks softly, and the only sound was his soft snores.

You glanced over at his neck, where splotches of various color were littered over his fair skin. Courtesy of you, of course; you touched a finger over one of them delicately, smiling to yourself. A remainder of events that had taken place just before breakfast that same day.

You and Sirius had never gone below the belt, not that you hadn't teased the line. He always made sure he stayed with you after your endeavors, a courtesy you appreciated deeply; one thing you knew for certain about Sirius, was that if he loved someone, they knew it.

And you knew it.

. . .

Present day

You couldn't track just when you had begun to question your relationship with Sirius. You sighed, resting an arm over your eyes.

Memories racked your brain. Sneaking around in that damn broom closet that seemed to follow you around- a godsend then, a haunting now. How the memory of Sirius always seemed to follow you around, a stain you kept finding on all of your favorite clothes. The irony of Remus' joking warning, "don't catch feelings".

You tired of circling around each other. You tired of not having him. Not in the way you used to, not in the way he wanted to, and now, you did too.

After much fighting against the notion you'd now come to terms with, one thought and one thought alone lay with you as you finally found sleep.

You loved him too, damn it.

@planets-and-stars @ourheartsofsteel @canthavetoomuchcoffee @shadowbriar

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six coming soon!

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calx-bdo · 1 year

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Down on the West Coast, they love their movies, their golden gods and rock and roll groupies..

IN WHICH : 2 TEENS MEET EACH OTHER ON A BEACH CONCERT.

PAIRING : JODIO JOESTAR X GN! READER (AGE 15)

WARNINGS : mentions of alcohol (no intake dw), swearing

WC: like at least 18

In Hawaii, beach concerts are a sort of...usual thing? Well, at least it is for your neighbourhood. It's a convenient place, as the beach is right beside your house, making it like a makeshift backyard for your family. Since many people have been interested in becoming up-and-coming DJs, beach concerts have been becoming something that is held once every fortnight. From RnB music to Pop, a huge variety of music is played for the entire neighbourhood to hear.

That's why one of these concerts had attracted Jodio and Dragona Joestar, both popular in the high school your attending. Although both had some sort of...shady past, you're willing to look past that and see of yourself what sort of person they truly are. Albeit you didn't expect the opportunity to reveal their true colours to arrive so quickly, you had vowed to make do with what spare time you had before this Saturday. You were already on a time crunch since, you know, it's fucking THURSDAY, and you have a project due tomorrow (fuck the teachers), you really had to struggle.

Soon, the fated day arive, where by the DJ, a renowned one, has been playing popular songs by the now-hit singer Ice Spice, the world-renowned Dua Lipa, and the of course, ever famous Eminem. You soon spotted the pair, Jodio in a loose AC/DC hoodie with black cargo pants, his hair always tied in his usual star, though the green star hairclip seems to be more radiant. Actually, HE himself seems to be more radiant. What the hell? Before you could question yourself for saying that he's literally fucking glowing, Dragona walks in and takes the spotlight away. Clad in a tight sweater with a heart boob window, along with the TINIEST jeans you have ever seen on someone, Dragona continues to amaze you with how he ever so continuously slays his outfits. Māhū's are really cool honestly, and Dragona is one of the first you met. He's a super cool guy too, though one could easily mistake him for a girl.

Firstly, you went over to the juice bar. Grabbing a plastic cup, you had spent a concerning amount of time deciding between white wine, grape wine and red wine. You went with sparkling lemon juice. Next, you had to find a way to get close to Jodio Joestar. He seems closed off, and, well, honestly really fucking scary. But, you decide to suck it up anyway and talk to him. What possible could go wrong?

EVERYTHING WENT FUCKING WRONG. Firstly, you spilled the lemon juice on his shoes, then offered to clean it up for him. By doing that, you accidentally fell over and landed face first in the goddamn sand. And when he offered to help you up, you MISSED HIS HAND? HOW DID YOU MISS HIS HAND?! It's okay, sort of? He kinda understood the situation you're in, and pitied you. I would too. How did you mess that up so badly. Holy shit. You guys had really, REALLY, uncanny similiar humour. Even Dragona was freaked out, but glad his brother could find a friend in somone of similiar age. Soon after that, you guys exchanged numbers. His profile picture is some obscure anime guy with a black hat and a Japanese student uniform? He looks really fierce, with the words "ゴゴ" surrounding him. Hm, perhaps this is some unknown special interest that Jodio has.

You got a "ping!" chime from your phone after leaving the concert. There wasn't really much to say, the concert had carried on like normal, though I suppose you may refer to it as a "party" rather than a concert. Seeing that the message notification was from Jodio, you quickly unlocked your phone and saw that he had sent one message and a sticker.

"wsg bbg"

Well..! This is going to certainly be a...interesting conversation!

hey babygirls this is where the fic ends 🦅🦅🦅💥💥🗣❗❗🦅🗣💥

#yingyue'snovels #jojo x reader #jodio joestar #jojolands #jojo fluff #jjba imagines #jojo part 9 #dragona joestar #jodio x reader #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader #jojo's bizare adventure #jjba x reader #jjba #jjba fluff #jjba x y/n

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mysterycharacterflowers · 10 months

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A bouquet of yellow foxglove and snapdragon VS A bouquet of gladiolus flowers and lilies, with spiky knautia, shield, dogwood, iris, lotus, lily of the valley, foxglove, rock rose, water lily, daffodil, green and black roses, sunflower, poppy, crystanthenum, wolfsbane, liatris, buttercup, and bleeding heart flowers. There's a sole kadupul flower in the middle of it.

First, let's talk about the bouquet of foxglove and snapdragon

Meaning and why this flower was chosen:

Foxglove, which generally represents insincerity (especially in Victorian flower language) and the duality of hurting and healing, as well as other meanings like magic, creativity, secrets, and insecurity, represents him well because he’s a con artist, of the trickster archetype, and somewhat of an antihero; his actions and plans, while good at the core, often hurt other people at least a little on the way, and he’s okay with that if they’re not his people. Other characters, and the audience, often have reason to doubt his sincerity as a friend and as a partner [...] he’s generally got more than one motive going on at once. It’s not something I’d blame him for, but insincerity is a constant question when it comes to him that it takes a long time for anyone to overcome. Also, regarding the other meanings, he’s a clever character with subtle magical powers, he keeps a lot about him under wraps from most everyone, and he’s deeply insecure [...] I’d particularly choose a yellow foxglove because that color has implications of positivity and support, and he is cheerful, friendly, and when it comes to the people he does love, he’s never giving up on helping them. As a bonus (and why I picked this), the flower’s name fits him, as he has a nickname related to foxes. I’d also choose snapdragon, for strength in harsh habitats, and also deception. He comes from a humble background, was bullied as a child, is a little bit homeless during the main story, and lives in a society bigoted against him, but he’s thriving anyway. Deception, meanwhile, is central to his character and something he leans on; he lies, hides, keeps secrets, and has that fear of being perceived, and even his names are a kind of benevolent deception, as being known only by his naturalized name to most people helps keep him safe. Also, snapdragon symbolizes grace, relevant to one career he’s had. Description: He’s a poor trickster who ran away from home as a teenager and joined the circus in order to rescue his missing mother [...] He’s loud, extroverted, loving and voracious, has a sparkling personality, and is powerfully annoying when he wants to be. He’s a public figure sometimes but the limelight is deeply not for him. He distrusts many people, including especially reporters, rich people, and the government, which is of course completely valid. He’s a petty thief by necessity and habit, and he always knows a guy. It takes him years of having magical powers to realize that they include invisibility, and when he finds out, the first thing he uses it for is to tickle someone. He’s flirted with a guy he deeply envies and who envies (and kinda hates) him right back; I’m never sure if it’s weirder if he doesn’t like the guy in question, or if he actually does. He’s tried to save a celebrity from descent into alcoholism. He’s committed war crimes against ghosts. He’s narrowly escaped being mobbed by a religious group and has been kidnapped by a popular entrepreneur. He has been deemed ‘strange in all ways’ by a coworker. He loves pastrami sandwiches. He’s not that short but everyone he knows would call him a short king if they had that vocabulary [...]

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Now, let's see the bouquet of gladiolus flowers and lilies, with spiky knautia, shield, dogwood, iris, lotus, lily of the valley, foxglove, rock rose, water lily, daffodil, green and black roses, sunflower, poppy, crystanthenum, wolfsbane, liatris, buttercup, and bleeding heart flowers. There's a sole kadupul flower in the middle of it.

Meaning and why they were chosen: Gladiolus: Integrity, Strength, Victory | Lily: purity, commitment and rebirth | Spiky Knautia: Unfortunate love (also because of the name (thunder and lightning), markings, blooming season and conditions) | Shield: it symbolizes integrity and protection | Dogwood: strength, reliability, loyalty and devotion | Iris: faith, hope, courage, wisdom, admiration and foresight | Lily of the Valley: purity, love, sincerity, and luck, because of their poisonous nature | Foxglove: because of their poisonous nature, they mean insincerity, pride, intuition, creativity, energy Rock Rose: they are know for growing back stronger quickly after a fire, they mean deep healing, togetherness, soothing. | Water Lily: birth, resurrection, purity and majesty. | Daffodil: rebirth, new beginnings, forgiviness, memory and inspiration | Green Rose: hope and vitality | Black rose: death, mourning or tragedy | Sunflower: because they follow the sun, they mean unwavering faith and unconditional love | Poppy: consolation, sleep and expression Chrysanthemum: friendship, happiness, and well-being | Wolfsbane: caution and treachery | Liatris: joy, bliss and happiness | Buttercup: joy, youth, purity, happiness and friendship | Bleeding heart flowers: Unconditional love (platonic) and death of a loved one | Kadupul: it means wish, fulfilment and stellar beauty, and it was chosen because it blooms at night Why these flowers were chosen: Each flower minus the first two represent a person special to her, or important to her story. They also each connect to a specific event that affects her, and their individual symbolism are all parts of her development. She surrounds herself with her friends constantly, so her bouquet is less about her identity and more about them [...] Description: A talented lovestruck young girl with the ability to grow and communicate with plants. She's best friends with a pair of brothers, and has a pretty big friend group surrounding them. She also leads a group of six other girls on escapades, and has a lovely, if small, immediate family of her parents and dog. While she's sweet and caring, she's also a little too happy to call something a death match, and will fight and win against anyone if need be. The combination of her skills and friends would make her a force to be reckoned with even without her powers.

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#round 1 #mysterious character: bouquet of gladiolus flowers - lilies - spiky knautia - shield - dogwood - iris - lotus - lily of the valley +#mysterious character: bouquet of yellow foxglove and snapdragon

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puppetkirbee · 11 months

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DSAF Headcanons !! [Part 2]

Alright, I'm back!! These are for Dave :]

Dave:

7 FEET TALL.

Shockingly, the tallest out of my headcanons! Who would've guessed! LMAO /sar

Non-Binary + Pansexual !!

They/Them :thumbsup:

Never wore glasses for a while despite having VERY poor vision, but eventually did!

Dyed a part of their hair orange because....sigh.

Paints their nails black because they can :sparkles:

Flexible to a point they could be a contortionist! [More like SHOULD tbh..]

Neurdivergent as FRICK [Just like me fr!!]

They move around so much in their sleep they probably fall out of bed like once a week!

Tumbles down any staircase they walk down LMAO

Enjoys jazz and rock music! Quite a variety, huh? :3

Struggles to control the volume of their voice a LOT, but definitely tries!!

The fact I made it this far without directly mentioning Jack is surprising tbh

GAY. Okay I'm good :thumbsup:

Kinda friends with Steven and good friends with Rebecca!

A lot of people hate them for..Obvious reasons, but the only person THEY hate is Henry [They heavily dislike any Kennedy that isn't Jack though LMAO]

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf dave #dave dsaf #dave miller #headcanons #davesport

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comfybutter · 3 months

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Recently got a message asking about where I got my Marisa cosplay, and I kinda just wanted to info dump abt it! Cosplay is incredibly fun and I always recommend it as a hobby (:

Here’s the entire thing taken apart. First thing is the slightly oversized black dress that has plenty of room underneath for a petticoat. Thrifted that one.

Second is a button down shirt of some kind, bc I’m partial to a button down look over the white turtle neck look. I stole it from my partner who had it pre-transition.

An apron you can tie around ur waist, got mine at a costume shop in Salem.

A nice witch hat, preferably with some kind of bow and band around the main part. Costume shop in Salem. Etsy sells witch hats as well!

A big ass petticoat that fits under the dress and doesn’t hang out too much, got mine at Modern Millie in Salem.

Thin ribbon for the bow in the braid, thick ribbon for around the neck as a lil neck tie thing. Any craft store will do (:

I don’t have a wig, my brother gifted me money to get my hair bleached by a professional hair stylist two b-days ago. Wigs work really well tho!!

Optional mini-hakkero, i got mine as a gift from my partner from a shop on etsy!

Optional broom, i’m still working on turning a freshly fallen branch i found into a broom by carving it and chopping of nubs with a pocket knife! Careful about termites and burrowing bugs, it really should be freshly fallen. Take a lot of nature walks and I promise you’ll find one (:

Last but certainly not least the bloomers. Got mine at Modern Millie in Salem. These are optional and literally nobody is going to see them under your petticoat and dress. Unless ofc you fuck in cosplay, which you’d be surprised how many friends and hookups have asked to do that after mentioning cosplay as a hobby. It’s more than four but less than six.

I still want to get four gold buttons to sew into the front of the dress, make a better hat, and finish making my broom by sanding it, lacquering it, and tying in broomcorn.

For makeup I do bright fucking yellow glitter than kinda sparkles like stars.

How I put it all on: undergarments, bloomers, button down, black dress, straighten out the shirt under the dress and get the sleeves right, pull the petticoat up under the dress, tie the apron around the front, braid hair n put the bow in, tie bow around the button down collar, ‼️fill the two large dress pockets with trinkets and bobbles and mushrooms, ‼️then the two apron pockets with acorns and cool rocks, and mostly importantly, put that hat where it belongs, your head

Poof! The tall transsexual thing has now turned you into Marisa Kirisame. Go steal smthn abt it ⭐️

#cosplay #marisa kirisame

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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Went to the bone show today (aka the Oddities and Curiosities Expo).

Spent too much money. Regret nothing. Came away happy.

Haul below the cut. Warning: severe collector syndrome here.

You can rest assured that if I’m not making a show or writing fic, I’m probably spending money. All three of these things are my super happy places, and since I’m not in production and you haven’t seen new stories from me in over a week, you can guess how I’ve been self-soothing.

Listen. I’m a hoor for pretty things.

Like earrings!!!!! LOOKIT THE NEW PRETTIES I GOTS

Fk I love a good acrylic cut out dangle. Especially if they’re iridescent.

You know what else I love? ROCKS. Y’all might call them crystals and know what they’re good for and what shakira they represent, but I just see a color and flash and sparkle and loose my GD mind.

I maaaaaaaaay have gone overboard on the rocks today. Just a wee bit. And maybe almost doubled my collection....

BUT LISTEN. Brazilian citrine. Botswanan agate. BLACK FKN AMETHYST. DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE BLACK AMETHYST IS. And you know what I didn’t need? Two more pieces of fluorite. I already have enough. What am I doing.

BUT THEY’RE PRETTY

I got them all integrated into my collection though...lookit.... this is most of it...

I KNOW I HAVE A PROBLEM. PRAY FOR THIS SINNER.

And then!!!!! I met Coralette Damme and fell in love with her art!!!!

I really promise I started small....just a couple of stickers and a wooden ornament...

But hidden in the back of her stall was an original piece, hand painted on wood and I won’t lie, I kinda fell in love.

The pic doesn’t show all the detail, the wood grain, or the size well (24″H x 12″W) but it’s just lovely and delicate and for an original piece, she was selling it for a steal. I came back at the end and it was still there....she was so so sweet about it. Just a lovely human. With a lovely art style. I love it so much.

This post doesn’t even include the fact that we also went to two thrift stores and a clothing shop where a few good staple black summer clothing pieces and a kneeling chair were purchased. I refuse to look at my receipts from the day...

But. No buyer’s remorse. The Expo comes around once a year and we’ve decided that from here on out, Expo day is Treat Yo Self day.

Because I’m an adult.

And I like pretty things.

But also spooky things.

And I swear I’m an adult. Like for real.

Tadaaaaaaaa

#the haul #treat yo self #pretty things

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lichenaday · 2 years

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Parmotrema xanthinum

Madagascar ruffle lichen

For a long time, I was one of those no pink, no sparkles, no sequins, and absolutely NO RUFFLES kinda girls (unless we are talking about the cheddar and sour cream chip variety). But as I have matured I have realized that denying myself the pleasures of traditionally feminine things didn’t make me any cooler than other girls, and that things like pink and glitter and ruffles don’t belong to any one gender. Just look at P. xanthium, in all its ruffled glory, not ascribing to any forced gender stereotypes. This foliose lichen has a pale yellow-green upper surface and a brown-black lower surface, and cylindrical, ciliate isidia. It is rare, only growing on rock and cacti in neotropical regions of the Americas, Asia, and Africa.

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Jam Session

The music cats jam out together! What could go wrong? Many things, especially when a guest star gets involved.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Moneko burst into the studio door, almost tripping and sending her pink songbook flying. Ramen Cat, who changed from his work clothes to something more extravagant caught it. He chuckled, handing back to the girl.

Ramen was decked out in a sparkling red and orange gradient jacket. One sleeve was studded while the other had "RAMEN" sewed on with sparkly thread. Ripped jean shorts and boots with yellow laces made him look pretty kickass. Moneko had the complete opposite clothing sense, a strawberry pink dress with a green belt, hair extensions in pink and green with hot pink mary janes.

"Hey Moneko! We're kinda waiting on the Rock Revengers."

The studio was sleek, a stage fitted enough for the gang as well as some speakers set up. The jam session pooled their money together to rent for an hour though Moneko's salary could pay for it hundred fold. Moneko pulled up a plastic chair.

"Neat! I got this cool song I've been practicing for awhile. I miiight play it on my world tour."

Ramen propped himself up on her lap, looking at the lyrics in pink pen. Suddenly the door burst open with a loud kick. The mortar player held a large music case, almost comically large. The others streamed in, rough housing antics ensuing with the bee and the crab.

"WE'RE HERE MOTHERFUCKERS!"

The mortar player propped up his drum on the stage. The crab ruffled both Ramen's and Moneko's hair.

"Whassup crazy folk?! Haven't seen y'all since winter!!"

Moneko giggled, while Ramen hurried to fix his springy hair.

"Yeah, yeah.. ey, where's the other guy?"

Ramen retied his black hairband. The Rock Revengers stood up, confused. Moneko checked her phone, scrolling through their reserved time.

"Yes! We have another person coming. She's a very special friend of mine-"

The door creaked open, following the jangle of beads. A typical cat with an eye popping headdress rolled in. Alongside her was a mini cat carrying her microphone on a velvet pillow.

"Meawuuu!"

There was nothing typical about this cat. She was known for her over the top displays at her concerts. Flashing lights, gravity defying stages and excellent costume design. She was a force to be reckoned with, even after her retirement no one could take her top spot. Her popularity was a hidden gem to the empire. The one and only.. Cabaret Cat.

"Meawuuuuuu! Meaoo!"

Cabaret Cat nuzzled Moneko's leg, sitting next to her on her velvet pillow. She mewled sweetly like it was a sincere greeting.

"..okay, who is this cat?"

The chestnut player asked, lugging his music stand along. He was immediately tackled by the mortar player.

"Dumb fuck! This is CABARET CAT. THE GREATEST CAT MUSICIAN OF ALL TIME."

Cabaret Cat begun to groom herself. Dismissing her cat companion, she held her microphone in her mouth. Ramen looked at Cabaret Cat, jaw dropped.

"How did you get Cabaret Cat in here? With US??"

Cabaret Cat was gently carried into Moneko's lap.

"Oh, she just wanted to sing with us! For fun! She texted me on Meowter."

Moneko held Cabaret Cat all the way to the stage. The Rock Revengers stammered, pushing the highest pedestal for the tiny cat and bowing. It was very out of character for them, they bowed to no one.

"H-here you go Cabaret Cat!"

Cabaret rewarded their kind gesture, allowing a pet from each. The rockers were reduced to a grateful mess.

"I.. I petted the Miss Cabaret.. I'm never washing this paw again!"

Ramen rolled his eyes.

"Okay.. Cabaret. Should we, uh, get you anything?"

"Meawuuu! Meaw meaww!"

She shook her head, getting slapped in the face by beads and string. The rockers connected their instruments to the speakers, Ramen pulled out his spare microphone and helped the other two singers connect their microphones.

"So should we start with 'Cat eat Cat world'?"

Moneko set up her lyrics on a music stand. Cabaret bonked into the microphone just to make sure it worked.

"Yeah, thats like the only song we know."

Ramen pulled out a microphone stand in his paws. The Rock Revengers were all set up at this point. The mortar player was hyped at this point, jumping right in.

"Hell yeah! One, two, one, two, three, four!"

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Terrible, absolute abhorrent musical skills ensue. Loose and sloppy was the only tempo the rockers were used to. Cabaret sighed in disappointment. When the band got to the bridge of the song, Cabaret let out her signature verse.

"Meawu! Meawu meawu!!"

The floor began to crack. Rumbling the stage, everyone hurried off to witness the magic of the Cabaret. A huge humanoid cat came from the ground in sparkling neon and gold. Cabaret jumped from her seat and landed on the statue's paws. It rose until it broke the roof of the studio, up to the sky. Cabaret, fully confident on her own stage, started her solo.

The cats below were both starstruck and devastated. Ramen looked at the debris that surrounded them. Miraculously no one was hurt.

"I really REALLY HOPE she's paying for this."

"Is that Cabaret's hit single "Meow into my heart"?"

"Yessss!!"

Cabaret had quite a crowd around her as she sung to her heart's content. After she finished, she winked at her friends below. The statue then drifted off into the sunset. The crowd was shook except the band.

"I'm NOT PAYING FOR THIS. Can't you get Cabaret to pay for this Moneko?"

Ramen held his paws up. A whole clutter of voices from the Rock Revengers, Moneko and Ramen overrid any sort of civil conversation.

"I can probably take this out of my budget!!"

"FUCK NO, WE'RE SUING!"

"But what about MISS CABARET??"

"KEEP THAT TO YOURSELF YOU DAMN CRAB SIMP!"

"Watch your LANGUAGE DIPSHIT-!"

"MONEKO is RIGHT HERE Ramen!"

"Guys please!!"

In the horizon, Cabaret Cat and her statue sat on a large hill. The cat sipped on a pink lemonade, singing her famous tune.

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#the battle cats #battle cats #tbc #feline fanfics #cabaret ruins a friendship and unretires more at 5 #this is just a clutter story i might clean thus up #i almost forgot cabaret is a singer #the band swears except moneko. like a lot at the end #i need to do more writing #maybe ill finish dancing with the devil #the rockers simp a lil for cabaret #she is a big shot in the cat music industry though

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Rosie Earns A Star Chapter 1:

Rosie gets a new engineer however she is not who she seems. Meanwhile there's news of an actress who disappeared, Schemer violates railway protocol to film his own pilot series, and Arthur tries not to strangle sometime. Mix of TATMR, RWS & TVS because I am not a "purist"; I love Thomas the tank engine in all its form! Not a shipfic, this is purely platonic!!

Times have changed and so have interests. As people think about what they want to do in their lives, some have taken upon themselves to rebuild themselves from the ground up. Others are too busy to realize what they need is right in front of them. Arthur thinks a trip to the seaside could help clear their minds.

Or a well-aimed rock at their heads. - The Author.

"Famous Actress Disappears in Spain!"

Mrs. Stone read the headline aloud as she flipped through the newspaper. It was breakfast time and the Stone family were getting ready to take Lily for her annual trip to Muffle Mountain.

"Who is it?" Lily asked as she looked up from her bowl of cereal.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, dear." Lily swallowed then asked again. Smiling, Mrs. Stone read aloud:

"Brittany Wilson was scheduled to appear at a movie festival later this month. She was last seen at a hair salon in Madrid Thursday afternoon. Her whereabouts are currently unknown, and her family have not spoken to the press."

Lily grew intrigued.

"When they checked the hotel all of her belongings were gone," finished Mrs. Stone.

"Oh that Brittany Wilson! I heard of her before! I haven't watched a lot of her movies but my friends love her. I hope she's alright."

Mrs. Stone nodded in agreement.

"It could be a publicity stunt but who knows in this crazy world we live in."

After breakfast the Stones got in their car and drove to the public transit. Lily bid her mother goodbye and promised to text her when she got to Shining Time.

As the train shuffled along the tracks, Lily couldn't help but feel concern for the missing actress.

In another universe, Mr. Conductor was also getting ready for the day. The tv was playing in the background (he liked a little music to get his engine started, pun intended) when suddenly the news came. It was about the missing actress. They had her picture on the screen: a Black woman with light brown curls and a pink and grey dress sitting inside a salon.

"They still haven't found her yet," he said to himself. "That's troubling."

He wasn't into the celebrity gossip like his cousin. But even he was a little concerned for her wellbeing. She probably had a family waiting anxiously for her return. His thoughts were on his mind even as he sparkled up at the Shining Time office to get his itinerary.

"Let's see, first on the list find a new driver for Rosie."

As he went over the potential substitutes, one of the tulips in his flower vase rang. He went over to answer it.

"Mr. Conductor you have a visitor," Stacy said on the other end. "They're here for the training."

"Training?" He looked over at the whiteboard.

"Oh right! I forgot we have a new hire today! Well bring them on in!"

A moment later the door opened, and in came a person in a dark overcoat and pants. Their hair was tucked underneath a gray hat.

'Odd choice of outfit for this kind of weather,' Mr. Conductor said to himself.

"Are you Mr. Conductor? I'm here for my first day." The woman said shyly. She handed him a folder. He looked over the files, then to her, then over the files again. The lady stared expectantly at him.

"Terri Bud eh? Well, we do need a set of extra hands & these papers are legit," he said.

"They kinda rushed me through training," Terri Bud said quickly. "If you like I can get Miss Jones to corroborate."

"Oh no that's alright love! You are in good hands with us!"

"Cool," Terri said as she shook his hand. "And for future reference just call me Bud."

A cherry red tank engine was in her shed reminiscing about her retired driver when Mr. Conductor arrived with the new hire.

"Good morning Mr conductor! I see you have a visitor," Rosie chirped merrily.

"And good morning to you Rosie," said Mr. Conductor. "And I do! This is Bud. I'm training her today and if it goes well she'll become your new permanent driver!"

Rosie was excited. She had spent the past few months with substitute drivers. While most of them were nice, some of them couldn't handle her bubbly demeanor. Their loss! She preferred a set choice anyways. She hoped this one was nice.

"Nice to meet you Bud, I just know we'll have the best time together," she said politely. "Why don't you get yourself comfortable in my cab?"

"Ehm perhaps you could take off your coat, it gets pretty hot in here." Mr. Conductor suggested.

Bud paused for a moment. Then she tool her coat off, revealing her dark gray overalls and a white t shirt. She took off her glasses and put it inside the coat packet.

Now Mr. Conductor got a good look at her face. Her skin was a light shade of brown and she had hazel eyes. For a second he thought he recognized her face but waved it off as a symptom of the heat.

"Okay then, we'll start with the basics."

He started by showing her the controls and how to start Rosie up. Bud wrote and nodded as he went along.

"Now since she's one of our younger tank engines it doesn't take very long to start her fire," said Mr. Conductor.

"I see and it doesn't hurt her?"

"As long as you keep the fire steady," said Rosie. "I might be a Vulcan but I'm not that immune to overheating."

"Right," Bud nodded. "This isn't as hard as I thought it would be."

"Trust me, once you get through an accident or two you'll be able to navigate the rails like second instinct!"

"Or three," muttered Mr. Conductor.

Back in Shining Time, Lily was waiting in the lobby for her grandfather. He was having trouble with his truck. While she was texting her friends, Mr. Conductor's cousin Junior was talking to a customer.

"Have you heard about what happened in Spain?" Asked the Customer.

"I know it's been all over my Twitter feed," said Junior. "I heard it's part of a new movie they're filming!"

"I heard she got involved in the trade and is running from Interpol," said the customer. He shook his head in dismay.

"Actors these days, at least back in the day when they got in trouble it was entertaining. Now it's all just sad."

"Those are just rumors though, they're not always spoken with truth," replied Junior. "At the end of the day it's not our business." He looks around and leans closer so no one else could hear.

"Then again what business do we have!"

The two gossip hens clucked in humor, and the customer and left the station house. Lily took it as her chance to greet him.

"Junior!"

"Hi Lily! Long time no see!" They hugged. "How's life been?"

"I'm doing fine I was just waiting for Grandpa. Car troubles, again."

Junior sucked his teeth. "Burnett and that truck, I'm all for self repair but he's gotta admit some things are a lost cause."

Junior disliked the idea of his friend struggling, especially when he was getting on in years. He wished he could help him but Burnett insisted on keeping that truck.

"That's alright I'm sure some of Lady's magic could help," said Junior.

"How is she?" Lily asked.

"She's running as smooth as I surf the waves," boasts Junior. "She misses you so much. Everyone on Sodor wants to see you!"

Lily was touched by his statement. "Don't worry I'll come by the island before I go back home."

Just then they heard a truck honking from outside. Lily gasped, "That must be Grandpa! We can catch up later!" She waved goodbye then got her things and went to her grandfather.

As soon as she left Junior leaned back in his chair and laughed to himself.

"Oh Lily is going to be so surprised, she doesn't even suspect a thing!"

"Suspect what?" Horace Schemer's voice nearly made Junior fall out of his chair.

"The heck are you doing here?" Don't you have a psychiatrist appointment or something?" The Blond haired man sneered.

"My psyche is in perfectly good health thank you very much," the arcade entrepreneur retorted as he flapped the front of his vest. "As you know I feel it is time for a career change-"

"Cleaning the toilets?"

"No! I decided to expand my business into the world of cinema!"

"Any movie you'd make would end up at the bin at Savers," grumbled Junior. Schemer ignored his putdown and continued boasting.

"So I'm taking the nephew out to Sodor and see if we could film a pilot to sell to the execs."

Junior was about to respond again until another funny idea popped up in his head. A sly grin crossed his lips.

"Well good luck with the new career," he said. "When you get that series I'll make sure to tune in!"

"You better," said Schemer. "I've wasted too many years living under your family's shadow. Now all of you will see it is my time to shine!"

'Shine so brightly you'll explode into a black hole,' Junior snickered as he gave Schemer two tickets to Sodor. He could not wait to see how it will turn out...

Back on Sodor, Conductor was showing Bud how to run Rosie. Despite her initial shyness Bud was paying attention, eagerly scribbling in a notebook. She asked Rosie a few questions to gauge her comfort level. Later that morning Mr. Conductor decided to go on a test run.

Bud loved the sensation of the breeze caressing her face. If she could she would've let her curls down. The sights along Thomas's branchline whirled by in a haze of colors. So this is what it's like?

"How are you liking it so far?" Rosie asked her.

"It's wonderful! I've been on trains before but not like this!"

Rosie giggled. "I'm glad you're enjoying it Miss Bud!"

"Just call me Bud!"

Suddenly a foreign object whirled by Rosie's head. "Whoa!"

"Are you alright?" Asked Bud.

"I'm fine," huffed the cherry engine. She yelled back, "Whoever did that, just to let you know you're violating railway regulations!"

Bud saw the thing leave. Her heart was racing and not just from the speed Rosie was going. 'No! They can't find out I'm here!'

The object had been a drone sent by two cameramen. Well, if a 70 year old man and 9-year-old boy could be considered professionals.

"Did you get the shot?" Asked Schemer.

His nephew checked on his cell phone. "No, that engine was too fast!" The boy said with a pout.

"Too fast - There's no such thing as too fast!" Schemer said. He watched Rosie go.

"A little troublesome than I thought," he noted with a smirk. "I love a good challenge."

Later that afternoon, Rosie made a stop at the sea station for tea time. While Mr. Conductor busied himself with a giant choco sundae, Bud was sitting on a large rock looking at the sea.

"We call these French fries," she held out a piece of fried potatoes to Rosie.

"It smells so delicious but it'll probably agitate my boiler," said Rosie. Bud stifled a laugh. She liked the tank engine.. She didn't comment on her drabby appearance, and her enthusiasm was pleasantly welcome.

Just then Arthur came by having finished his run for the hour.

"Afternoon Rosie," said the dark crimson tank engine. "You don't mind if I rest here for a bit?"

"Sure," said Rosie. "I love some extra company."

Arthur spotted the woman on the boulder. "Who is she?"

"That's Bud, she's my future driver," said Rosie. "We're showing her the ropes today."

Bud waved at him. "Nice to meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you too Bud." "I'm not from the UK so excuse me if I mess up some things," the woman said.

"That's alright. It took me a while to get used to Sodor when I first arrived," said Rosie. She sighed. "Ah I remember it like it was yesterday."

Bud looked at the ocean. As she watched the blue waves crash along the sandy rocks, she felt a pang in her heart.

"I love the sea," she sighed. "This beach looks a lot cleaner than where I used to live."

"Where do you used to live?" Rosie asked her.

Before Bud could answer there was a buzzing sound. They all looked up to see a tiny helicopter with a camera lens attached at the bottom.

"Ugh it's that drone again," Arthur mumbled. "The owners came by this morning asking if they could film the seaside. I thought they were done but apparently not."

"That same contraption almost hit me earlier!" Rosie wheezed angrily.

"Someone's ought to do something about them," Arthur added.

That was when Bud got an idea. She walked over to a patch of rocks, picked one up and positioned herself as close to the drone. Then with a grunt she threw the rock at the drone! It hit the camera causing it to crack. It flew away before she could reload.

The two engines were shocked!

"Bud! Why did you do that?!" Rosie cried. She didn't her to get in trouble

"Hey it worked for me one time," Bud replied with a shrug.

"That is...quite unexpected!" Arthur remarked awkwardly.

Mr. Conductor heard the commotion and rushed outside.

"What's that noise?"

"Just me taking care of a problem," Bud said, pointing to where the drone was flying away in defeat. Mr. Conductor raised a brow. "And how exactly did you solve the problem?"

Bud walked over to pick up the answer. She held it up with a grin.

"What my folks call it the old fashioned way."

Mr. Conductor groaned and rubbed his temples. He didn't want to deal with a possible lawsuit especially on the first day of training.

"Okay just...don't do that again. I don't think the NWR can handle another scandal and I don't want you to risk losing your job just as it begins," he spoke to her sternly. Bud's face burned with shame.

"I'm sorry, I promise It won't happen again sir!"

Mr. Conductor checked his watch.

"Well, we better get a move on. There's still a lot more to teach you. And hopefully you can learn how to solve problems in a non traditional way." He directed that last part at Bud, who could only grin nervously before meekly going back into the cab.

The two engines whistled their goodbyes and Rosie went off to finish the rest of the day.

At a fishing spot near the boardwalk Schemer's nephew winced at the video.

"What happened!" Schemer barked.

"I don't know some jerk threw something at my drone now the lens aren't working!"

The drone sputtered pitifully back and landed with a dreadful thud. Schemer picked up the drone and groaned.

"Great! That'll cost me a fortune to replace!"

"You mean my fortune," hid nephew mumbled under his breath. Schemer rubbed his chin.

"Hmm. Whoever that person is they're an obstacle. This is even more challenging than I thought."

But the allure of money & rubbing it in Junior's face overrode all common sense. "Well then if it's a challenge they want they got it!" He slapped his hand on his nephew's shoulder and pulled him close.

"I promise after today we'll become rich and famous! But mostly rich!"

Schemer's nephew frowned. He didn't like the sound of that...

#ttte rosie #shining time station #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #fanfiction #ttte fanfic #tatmr #ttte oc #oc x canon #crossover #rosie the tank engine #this isnt a romantic rosie x oc story; its simply platonic and a tale of friendship (and the price of fame but whatever)#pretend the events of tatmr happened in the 2010s/2020s

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