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maybe-itll-be-someday · 3 years

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How We Raise Them

This is a birthday gift for the most wonderful human being and writer that I get to have the pleasure of being my friend? @jetaime-jespere you inspire and support me in so many ways. 10/10 would recommend being her friend.

This story, of puppy kisses, margaritas, and tooth-rotting domestic!Hotchniss is just for you.

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Emily always had a knack for caring and nurturing.

The house plants in their home were all bright green, a hobby she had gotten from JJ after too many nights spent fussing over Jack. Jack had seemingly grown up in the blink of an eye - far from the toddling two year old that Aaron had first brought into the office, his steps uneven and hand tightly wrapped around Aaron's finger. He was now almost 17, finally starting to grow into the long, gangly limbs he had no doubt inherited from his father. He was a great kid, but no doubt a teenager now, complete with the home-grown embarrassment for his parents' PDA and a sense of false confidence that he knew better than his parents' combined 80 years of experience.

Jack was starting to take charge of his own schedule, planning out his soccer and baseball practices and time with his girlfriend and was now rarely at home outside of eating dinner and sleeping. Sometimes, they liked to joke that their home was more of a hotel, only utilized for meals and a warm bed.

"He's grown up so fast, Aaron." Emily had lamented, curling a warm leg around his as they listened to Jack pitter around the kitchen before school. Emily had a rare day of no meetings, her new job as Section Chief agreeing well with a more attainable home life balance. Aaron had been teaching at the Academy for two years now and he didn't have his first class until 2 PM, granting the two of them a morning spent lazing in bed while Jack fended for himself before school.

He was old enough to drive now and have a girlfriend, and that fact took Aaron's breath away every time.

Aaron remembers when Jack was born, a wriggly screaming bundle of joy that entered the world with the loudest wail Aaron thought he'd ever heard. Now, he was driving, sending applications to colleges, and in a relationship with a nice girl.

He had grown up so fast.

Now, both of them had a plethora of time - time that used to be spent shuttling Jack from school, practice, and birthday parties between cases, making sure that his homework was fully done, PTA meetings (which Emily insisted on being a part of) and coordinating Jack's schedule with precision, slotting in play dates and trips to the mall to buy new khakis because he shot up like a weed.

All the time spent taking care of Jack, now exchanged for hours searching for different plants and nurturing them until their home was an urban jungle.

So Aaron starts doing some research while Emily is asleep, hoping to bring something a little more difficult than plants to take care of.

Before their entire home had turned into a greenhouse.

The house was quiet, too quiet, when Emily arrived home from a day spent in meetings discussing budgets. She was exhausted and would do anything for a glass of red and a foot massage from her loving husband.

"Aaron? I'm home." She calls out, shucking her shoes and purse by the front door.

There was silence that permeated from the house, followed by a sharp yelp from what she can decipher is Jack.

"Jack? Aaron?" She calls out again, following the source of the sound only to be met by an out-of-breath Aaron.

"Hi honey." He says, his breathing heavy as he presses a kiss to her lips in greeting. She cocks an eyebrow suspiciously, glancing over his shoulder to see if Jack would pop out from their den.

"Hey. Is something the matter?"

"No, no. Nothing's the matter." Aaron says, shaking his head. He wrapped his hand around hers, a bright smile on his face and she couldn't help but feel lucky that this is where they had ended up. Married, raising Jack together in a row house in Dupont Circle. Now Jack was nearly an adult - their duties as his parents were slowly dwindling down to providing advice and making sure he made the right decisions.

On those days, when she and Aaron are left in the empty rooms of their house, devoid of Jack's sounds of make believe as he pretended to be an astronaut or a G-Man like his father, she can't help but let a small pang of regret hit her.

She didn't know how much joy she would derive from being his step-mother, and a small part of her wishes that she and Aaron had created a brood of their own.

But it wasn't part of their journey, and she was okay with that.

"I have a surprise for you. Look, I know we've never talked about it..." Aaron starts to ramble, leading her to the den at the back of the house as her confusion grows.

He stops right by the closed door, hearing the shuffling going on on the other side of the door.

"But you're an amazing mother to Jack and I know that he's leaving for college soon. I don't want our house to be quiet."

"Aaron..." She says cautiously. "What did you do?"

The den door swings open, revealing Jack with a bright smile on his face and a small bundle in his arms. The tiny ball of fluff makes a soft mewl in Jack's arms, popping its tiny head up to reveal long floppy ears and the sweetest eyes she thinks she's ever seen. Aaron smiles, dropping her hand to pick up the puppy in Jack's arms and drop it right into hers.

There's a tiny jingle and her fingers brush against cold metal, reaching down to reveal the tag that hung around the puppy's collar.

Finn Hotchner

"This is Finn."

It turns out, despite all the research that Aaron had done for puppy rearing, it was still much harder than they had anticipated.

Emily groans as she hears a sharp whine come from their living room, where they had set-up Finn's crate. Aaron was adamant about them crate training Finn, despite the fact that Emily and Jack would have been fine letting Finn sleep with them in their beds.

This was the third, no maybe the fourth time, that night that he had whined in his crate like he had been abandoned on the side of the road instead of sleeping next to their fireplace.

Aaron pops up a sleepy head, eyes blearily adjusting to the faint moonlight streaming from the window and glances as the neon numbers that shone on his bedside table.

5:30 AM

"Good God, does he ever sleep?" Aaron groans as Emily let out a large yawn, patting a soft hand on Aaron's shoulder to tell him to go back to sleep.

"I've got him." Emily says as Aaron sinks back under the covers, quickly drifting back to sleep as Emily rolls her eyes and throws on her robe. She pads out into the living room, her soft footsteps enough to catch Finn's attention and get his cries to stop.

"Hey sweet boy." She coos, letting him out of his crate as he pattered out, his limbs still floppy at 10 weeks as he let out a large yawn, Emily's heart melting as he curled up by her ankles. He was clearly just desperate for attention.

More specifically, desperate for her attention.

Finn had latched on to her, claiming her as his human the moment Aaron had placed him in her arms almost three weeks ago. The puppy was always quick to dart to Emily when she came home, eager to expose his belly to her for pets after a long day at work. He followed her around at home, hearing the soft tapping of his paws against their hardwood floor as she cooked dinner or made coffee in the morning. He curled up right at her feet in her office as she worked through mountains of paperwork, content on sleeping right at her feet as she filled out reports.

"Come on." She coaxes, moving from her spot by his crate to let him out into their back garden.

The sun was softly breaking in the horizon, the long summer days already evident by the soft light that streaked the sky. Finn zoomed out onto the grass, quickly tripping over the limbs he still didn't have much control over and Emily let a small smile play on her lips.

After the initial shock of the fact that they now had a dog, despite almost no previous discussion prior, Emily found herself completely enamored with the puppy. She found herself thinking of the tiny ball of fluff often, taking time out of her day to check the camera they had installed in their living room to see what he was up to when they were at work (it was mostly sleeping) and watched with a fond smile as Aaron let him out during lunch. He would crouch down, despite the hell she was sure it caused on his knees that were now worn with age and trauma, and play tug with Finn or attempt to train him in what would only cause frustration for both of them.

She had always seen the softness that lined Aaron's interactions, despite the steely demeanor that had hardened like calluses after too many tragedies. But she saw the gentle way in which he raised Jack, always insistent on talking and sharing - a far cry from the slamming doors and harsh hits that were consequences of his father's temper. She felt it in the way his hands drifted to her lower back when he felt a need for connection. She heard it in the soft tones that he'd use when talking to children, a sparkle in his eye as he interacted with them.

It had filled her heart with a new measure of love she didn't think was possible, watching him soften to Finn in a way she never expected.

Aaron yawns, stretching his limbs to ease the sleep from them when he realizes that his wife's side of the bed had gone cold. He glances up at the clock and realizes it had been almost two hours since Emily had gotten up to let Finn out. A bloom of warmth grows in his chest when he realizes where they could probably be.

He finds her on their couch, stretched across in a deep slumber as Finn dozed quietly on her chest. It was a position he had found her in often, Finn always opting to sleep anywhere where he was physically touching Emily.

Another Hotchner wrapped around her finger.

When Emily is jolted from sleep by a loud clink, the warmth of Finn is nowhere to be found. She props herself up, sounds slowly coming into focus and she can hear the sounds of Aaron's soft whispering and a familiar scratching of utens. There's the sweet aroma of coffee wafting from the kitchen, and she follows the scent to catch Aaron red-handed.

Aaron is reading the paper on the counter, not noticing Emily walk in, and slips a small piece of his bacon to Finn who is sitting patiently by his side.

When she chastises him, he just laughs and passes her the cup of coffee he prepares for her on Saturday mornings.

"This is the only way I can get him to love me, Em."

As it turns out, having a puppy was a little too similar to having a baby.

Their days now revolved around Finn - their sleep schedules were disrupted by crying in the middle of the night, their daily list of tasks including someone having to be home to let him out every three hours whether it be them or a pet sitter and on top of Aaron’s classes and Emily’s workload. It had only been a month since they had gotten Finn and they were exhausted.

Emily had never had a dog and Aaron had never grown up with any animals, so both of them severely underestimated the amount of work that went into keeping a tiny ball of fluff alive and healthy.

Aaron finds her in the living room, sprawled out on the couch with relief on her face at the silence she worked so hard to cultivate amidst the chaos.

“He finally passed out.” Emily whispers and Aaron eyes the puppy who is sleeping peacefully in his crate after being forced in for a nap.

He produces a margarita from behind his back, salt lining the rim.

“I knew I married you for a reason.” She says happily, taking a grateful sip and moaning in delight as the sweet liquid hit her tongue and the tequila stung her throat. He clinked his own glass of whiskey to hers before taking a seat next to her, both of them needing the alcohol after weeks of sleep deprivation and tending to Finn’s every need.

“I think we’re getting too old for this.” Emily muses, watching Finn shift in his sleep.

“I don’t know about you, but I feel young and spry.” Aaron jokes, pressing his lips to her shoulder as she takes another sip of her margarita. His lips slowly trail from her shoulder, dancing across her collarbone before settling at the base of her neck. He feels Emily tilt her head slightly to expose more of her skin to him and a breathy moan escape from her lips.

“So this is why you made me a margarita.” Aaron knew that certain kinds of alcohol produced different reactions from Emily. Wine always made her sleepy, whiskey always made her angry.

Tequila, on the other hand, made her very mouthy.

“I just thought my beautiful wife deserved a drink.” He mumbles into her skin, taking the glass from her hand and placing their drinks on the console table behind them. “Also because Jack is sleeping over at Tyler’s tonight and Finn is finally asleep.”

It was the first free night they had in a while, out of earshot of their very perceptive teenage son and Aaron thought that deserved some sort of celebration, one that hopefully involved making her scream and not caring who heard.

“So no ulterior motives?” She teases, but Aaron’s lips are very persistent against the pulse in her throat.

“None whatsoever.”

They barely make it back to their bedroom, clothes hastily strewn against the carpeted bedroom floor with Emily’s legs straddled across his waist and his fingers dancing across her underwear when he hears it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Aaron groans when a familiar high-pitched whine comes from the living room. They freeze like two teenagers caught by their parents, hoping that the whine would just be Finn waking up for a brief moment before going back to sleep.

It isn’t long before Finn’s wailing at the top of his tiny lungs and Emily giggles, hopping off his lap as Aaron flops dramatically back onto their bed.

“It’s your turn.” Emily says, pushing Aaron towards the direction of their door as he pouts like a petulant child. Aaron grumbles as he goes towards the living room, slightly annoyed when Finn bounds out of his crate like he hadn’t just interrupted the one solitude moment that they’ve had in over a month.

“Kid, I could kill for less than this.”

Finn slides into their family like the final piece of a puzzle they didn't know was missing.

He quickly becomes Jack's best friend, chasing him around in the garden and attaching himself to Jack’s hip when he was home. When Jack leaves for college a year after they get Finn, Emily finds him on Jack’s bed, a sullen look in Finn’s eyes at the profound absence of his playmate.

Aaron finds an unusual confidant in Finn. There are nights that are difficult, the memories of Foyet amplifying the phantom ache in his chest, especially when Jack graduates high school and when he gets accepted into both Georgetown and Yale.

He raises Jack to grow up just fine and he still hates, even after all these years, that Haley wasn’t around to see the kind of man Jack has become. Despite losing Haley at such a young age, too many of Jack’s mannerisms made him believe that he could have only gotten those traits through genetics. The way his left eyebrow twitched when he got angry, one of Haley’s tells when she was beginning to lose her temper. Jack fidgeted with a pen, clipped between his fingers, the same way Haley did when she was concentrating on a test back when she first caught his attention at 16.

On those nights, he steals away to the kitchen and sips a fingerful of whiskey. It was a habit he’d developed years before, a quiet moment just for himself. He was used to doing it alone.

Until they had Finn. He remembers the first time Finn had done it, a floppy 6 month old with disproportionate limbs and an attitude that was driving both him and Emily crazy.

He could only ruin so many of their expensive leather shoes before they had a problem with it.

It had been the night of Jack’s graduation and Aaron poured himself his whiskey, raising a glass to an empty kitchen with a hollow ache in his chest on days like today.

On days that she should have gotten to see.

“We did it, Haley.”

Finn had walked in then, intrigued by the clinking of the glasses that was coming from the kitchen. It was as if he sensed the sadness that lived in Aaron, walking up to give gentle licks to his palm and refusing to leave Aaron’s side as he sat at the dining room table nursing his drink.

He hasn’t spent a night in the kitchen without Finn since.

But despite the fact that they knew that Finn loved all of them, Jack and Aaron both knew that there was something special about the way that Finn loved Emily.

Finn was her shadow - always glued to her side whenever she was around. He often favored Emily’s company on the couch over anyone’s, huffing in disapproval when Aaron would come over to sit next to Emily. He was a constant presence in any room that Emily was in, either laying at her feet or pressed up against her somehow. They had often joked that Finn would choose Emily over boiled chicken, which aside from Emily was Finn’s greatest love.

When Elizabeth dies, suddenly and with no warning, Emily is inconsolable. She had always wished that their relationship was better than it was, despite the fact that it had improved in spades as the years went on. But it didn’t stop her from wishing for just one more day with her mother.

Finn is steadfast by her side from the moment she finds out. They all hovered over her, but Finn was practically tied by an invisible tether to Emily, refusing to let her leave his sight. He stays still when she cries into his fur on a quiet afternoon, grief heavy in the air. He licks the tears from her face and lays on her lap when their house is full of guests giving their condolences. He doesn’t bark at Aaron, like he normally did when he was hugging Emily, and instead lets her find comfort in his arms.

“Emily? Have you seen Finn?” She hears Aaron call out from their kitchen. She glances around their office and is about to call out that he wasn’t with her when she hears a loud crash and an exasperated Finn Hotchner.

She opens her office door to find Finn staring up at her, his fur caked in dirt with a trail of mud tracked on their hardwood floor. Jack comes into view, home from college for the summer, with a sheepish smile on his face. They had probably played with the hose in the garden - one of Finn’s favorite past times on hot days. She can hear Aaron yelling expletives in the kitchen and she simply bursts into laughter.

This was her family.

Mud on hardwood floors and all.

And she wouldn't change them for the world.

#hotchniss #aaron x emily #ckbwrites #literally i love you and your writing i can't believe you let me be friends with you #happy birthday sweet girl

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magnoliabloomfield · 3 years

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Gally Imagine 7

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six

The days had been getting hotter and I wasn’t fairing too well. One day I stood up from weeding the carrot patch and my vision went white, then I woke up in the infirmary. I had a cool, damp cloth on my forehead and along the insides of my arms to help with the heat.

Behind the fussing pair of med-jacks, Clint and Jeff, I saw Gally in the background looking worried. I was transferred from the track-ho team to the med-jack team to keep me in the shade and off my feet, so it was from the surprisingly gossipy pair I worked with that I found out what had happened.

Apparently before I’d even hit the ground, Gally had taken off at a run for me, that’s why he was the one to carry me to the infirmary than either Newt or Zart. That had set my stupid little heart all a-flutter.

That fluttering got quite frustrated after a while however. I think Clint and Jeff were on some pretty strict instructions to basically baby the hell out of me and keep me from actually doing much of anything. I was stuck inside for days learning my new job, memorizing where everything was in case of an emergency and what to do for the most common injuries and hearing about the strangest ones they’d had before too. But all that meant I wasn’t out there where I could see Gally.

Newt had come by once to see how I was doing, but since I’d be relegated to the med-jacks I hadn’t seen Gally except for at meals. He seemed really dejected lately, even downright moody at times and I wondered what was going on, of course worrying that it was my fault somehow. I got my answer the day he almost died.

Well, that’s a bit dramatic, but honestly when I heard how close it could have been it really scared me.

I had made myself comfy on one of the cots and was reading the notes Clint and Jeff had made on treatments and signs of infection and what not because I was honestly bored out of my mind, but still wanted to be good at my new assignment. That’s when Gally came in.

“Gally!” I jumped up, forgetting all about playing anything cool and letting him see just how happy I was to see him. But then I saw why he was there. “Gally!” I yelled in a completely different tone as I saw the bloody tear in his shirt. “Oh my God! Come here, sit down,” I took his wrist and led him to one of the cots. “What happened?” I asked him as I zipped around collecting the things I needed to help him.

He gave a heavy sigh. “The Greenie was goofing off and the axe head went flying off the handle.”

He saw me bolt straight up, dropping some items from my over flowing hands, and added “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad.” he assured me. “I got really lucky.”

“Oh my God,” I repeated as I regathered my things, feeling shaky at the thought that Gally could have been seriously injured if it had hit him in the head or something, the very thought making my chest feel tight.

When I finally had everything piled in my arms and turned to take it over to him he was slipping his shirt off. He grabbed the back of his collar with his good arm and just yanked it off. My brain was overloaded. I was still upset about the accident that could have hurt Gally badly, worried about the injury he did get, I was now confronted with him shirtless and also miffed at him for just stripping in front of me like it was no big deal.

“Wow, ok,” I said as I came over and set everything down.

“What? It had to come off anyway,” he raised a brow at me while shrugging with his good shoulder.

“I can’t bend over, but I’m glad you feel safe enough to just strip in front of me. Honestly though, you should really change how you do things, you never know how the girl will react,” I teased him.

He didn’t give me much of a reaction but I chocked it up to him being hurt and went about things. I soaked a cloth with watered down peroxide to clean up the blood and get a better look at the injury. I tried to be extra gentle, if I was honest it was the most careful I’d been with anyone. Gally kept his head down avoiding my gaze. After it was cleaned up I gently checked to see how deep the gash was that went from shoulder to chest at a diagonal.

“Are you ok?” I asked him, noting how he was giving off some major depressed vibes.

“Really?” He glanced at me and I saw his rose colored cheeks before he turned away again. “I’m in the infirmary with a big cut.”

I rolled my eyes. “I mean aside from the physical injury, are YOU ok?”

There was a pause as I got the iodine and dabbed it gently on the cut.

“Yeah,” he finally answered, quieter and not as sure as he usually sounded.

I prepared two special bandaids, securing them on opposite sides of the cut before using them to pull the skin closer together. It was second best to stitches and he really didn’t need stitches, thank god, I could not bring myself to sew up his soft, freckled skin. I was so focused on doing a good job, making sure it would hold up well enough to heal nicely and not get infected, I was startled when he spoke up.

“So, you don’t like being called Princess?” he asked, still not looking at me.

“What?” I blurted in confusion. “The heck makes you think that?”

“I heard you were trying to stop boys from calling you that,” he replied, bowing his head even further. I felt like I’d just kicked a puppy.

“Oh, that- yeah-well,” I stumbled on my words before deciding to just come clean. “I just like it when you call me that, it doesn’t sound the same coming from the others.”

I felt like I’d just given so much away with that but he didn’t even acknowledge me. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to cheer him up and get the old Gally to come back. It was easier to talk when I was busy with my hands and didn’t have to try and hold eye contact or anything, so I kept going even after that as I secured the last few bandages.

“I wish it was under better circumstances, but I’m glad I got to see you. I’ve been cooped up in here so long, I was starting to miss you,” I dared to say just to see how it would go over, I needed some kind of reaction.

“You shouldn’t say those kinds of things to the boys,” He stiffened up but still didn’t look at me.

“I’m not saying it to the boys,” I stated clearly and waited for him to look at me before I went on. “I’m saying it to you.”

His face seemed to crumple and he shook his head. “Don’t do that. Not to me,” he said as if he were disgusted, but I could tell there was an underlying pain there. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I-I’m not teasing, Gally,” I was taken aback. “I mean it sincerely, I wasn’t trying to tease you.”

He still shook his head. “I know what you’re saying about me, what you think about me-”

“Whoah, wait a second,” I interrupted, feeling upset now, not exactly at Gally but at whatever or whoever was causing some kind of misunderstanding between us. “What exactly am I supposed to be saying and thinking, and who the heck is telling it to you, and why the heck are you believing them? I think the only one who can speak for me is me.”

Gally seemed ashamed now, his ears red. The way he fiddled with his shirt in his hands and hunched over not looking up at me finally made me realize he was feeling insecure.

“Why would you miss me out of everyone?” He made it sound like a rhetorical question meant to put himself down.

I knelt in front of him. “Because you’re my friend. Because I like spending time with you the most. Because you’re funny. Because it feels like I know what you’re thinking just from the look you give me and no one else around here gets me like that. I like you, Gally. And you should take my word for it and stop listening to anyone who tells you otherwise.”

He still didn’t look at me. I saw his jaw clench though. I sighed and got back to putting his bandages on. “How’s that feel?” I asked as I gently ran my fingers over either side to make sure the bandaids had adhered properly.

I felt him take in a shuddery breath. “It’s fine.”

He went to put his shirt back on but I gently stayed his hand. “Leave that with me, I’ll have it cleaned up and mended for you by tomorrow when you come back to have your bandages changed.” I knew he valued useful acts of service the way I valued spending time with him.

He looked from my hand to my face and then gave a little nod, handing it over to me. He stood up and I tried not to stare at his very nice builder’s physique.

“I’m sorry you got hurt, but I’m really glad nothing worse happened to you, that you weren’t hurt more,” I said to him, trying to sound more serious and sincere, less cheery uppy than before.

He took a good look at me for the first time. “Me too.”

We both knew we were talking about more than just a cut.

Part eight

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19tozier · 3 years

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wish you were sober (richie tozier)

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of sex, angst, pining, reader is an unreliable narrator at best

inspired by the song wish you were sober by conan gray

[losers + reader are 16+]

if someone were to ask you when you fell in love with richie, you don’t think you’d be able to answer them.

was it when you met him, thirteen and wild and so magnetic you couldn’t stay away from him? was it when you followed him into a sewer, endlessly terrified but trying to be as brave as he made you think you could be? was it when you looked at him and realized he had grown up right in front of you, and you hadn’t realized? or was it all the little moments in between, the mundane and the electric all in one?

you have no clue. all you know is this: you’re in love with richie tozier, and there’s nothing you can fucking do about it.

you bring your cup to your mouth, the edge of it pressing into your bottom lip. you don’t take a drink from it; you’re already a little buzzed, and you’re reluctant to get any drunker. you don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.

across the room from you, somehow perfectly visible despite the mass of dancing bodies separating you from him, richie leans against the wall, his arm around the waist of his girlfriend, who isn’t you.

you exhale as slowly as you can. inside of your chest, your heart feels like it is poised to shatter.

it shouldn’t shock you anymore. richie has a new girlfriend seemingly every month, a revolving-door of pretty girls that giggle when he kisses them and wear his jean jacket around school but ultimately never stay long. richie never offers explanation as to why they break up and you never ask. you’re afraid of whatever it is he might say. you’re afraid of knowing you’re not good enough for him if all of them weren’t.

you sigh. you’re such a fucking cliche. falling in love with your best friend, silently pining away as if it’ll make him notice you? you’d gag at the thought if it wasn’t your life.

a shoulder brushing against yours distracts you from your thoughts, and you glance over to see stan’s expectant face. he raises an eyebrow at you. “you alright?”

you want to scream. no, you’re not alright. you don’t think you’ve been alright since before you were officially a loser. but you can’t say that to stan, not without being perfectly honest, so you arrange your features into something resembling a smile. “what’s up, buttercup?”

stan scoffs. “you’ve been spending too much time with richie.”

will it ever stop hurting, the constant reminder of how close you are with richie but never close enough? “or he’s been spending too much time with me,” you say, sniffing arrogantly. the facade you put on sometimes is easier than breathing.

stan rolls his eyes. “sure, that’s it.” he pauses, squinting at you. “are you sure you’re okay? you look… upset, i guess.”

you snort, taking a sip of your drink as an excuse not to respond right away. your heart is in your throat at the idea of being caught. “you guess? gee, thanks stan.”

he narrows his eyes at you, his nostrils flaring slightly. behind him, bill is jumping onto mike’s back, laughing loudly. “shut up, you know what i meant. are you alright? seriously.”

you don’t give yourself time to hesitate. stan has a sixth sense for when he’s being lied to and won’t stop pestering you until you tell him the truth, and you’d like to not confess to him tonight. “yeah, stan,” you grin, feeling the lie like sawdust in your mouth. “i’m all good.”

he gives you a skeptical look, searching your face, but eventually he just sighs and nods. “alright, fine. if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

you nod back, glad you managed to escape that. “thanks, dude. hey, i’m gonna go grab a different drink, i’ll be right back.”

you don’t wait for him to say anything, or for anyone else to come with you. you just slip away, using the hordes of drunk teenagers to your advantage until you manage to get to the kitchen.

your shoulders slump, the smile you’d painted onto your face slipping away. slowly, you pour the rest of your shitty beer down the sink, opening the fridge and rifling around until you find a soda, stealing it before you can talk yourself out of it. whoever’s house this is won’t care, and besides, you think you need it.

when you leave the kitchen, your eyes fall to the spot where richie had been leaning. the wall is empty now.

pathetically, your eyes fill with tears. of course you know richie has a lot of sex, considering the self-satisfied smirk he’ll wear after getting fucked combined with the rumors that follow him like the perfume of whatever girl he’s seeing. the worst part is they aren’t even bad rumors; you’d lost count of the amount of times you had heard of how good a lover he is, or how his dick is as big as he’s often bragging, or how he does this thing with his mouth that feels like absolute heaven—

you’d heard enough. too much, probably. and it burrowed into your brain like the most insidious of weeds, sprouting thoughts you never should have let take root.

but of course richie was off fucking his girl. she was gorgeous, after all, easily one of the prettiest girls you’d ever seen, all smooth tanned skin and long blonde hair and hourglass figure. the kind of girl that richie deserved to have on his arm. the kind of girl that you would never be.

you knew this would happen. still, the pain of it takes your breath away.

you manage to stumble your way back over to the losers, greeting them with a smile that feels entirely too wooden. you play the part, laughing with bev and leaning into ben’s shoulder and gossiping quietly with eddie. you stick to your script, even when richie stumbles down the stairs sometime later with the girl tucked under his arm, both of their clothes in disarray and richie’s curls a wild mess. you’re such a seasoned professional that you barely miss a beat with eddie, even when your eyes find the hickey sucked under richie’s jaw and stay there.

for the rest of the night, you do your best to stay away from richie, always at least one loser between you two. you doubt he notices, too wrapped up in his girl. you think her name is sandy. she’s so beautiful it hurts.

eventually, you think it’s probably late enough that you can leave without raising much of a fuss. all of the other losers are still there, but bev’s already dozing against ben’s shoulder and bill is fighting a losing battle with his own drooping eyelids. you can probably slip out now, you figure, before you fall apart.

you manage to say your goodbyes as quickly as possible, waving as you turn to leave. you drove here with the others in stan’s car but it’s not too far of a walk. besides, the cold might do you some good—

a hand wraps around your wrist, jerking you back against a broad chest. when you turn, you come face to face with one richie tozier.

god, years later and he’s still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. his jawline is sharp and square, his shoulders broad and sturdy, a whisper of the strength he will carry as a man but no less impressive now. gone are the days of the dorky kid you first met; he’d long ago traded in his hawaiian shirts for jean jackets and ripped jeans, silver rings glinting around his fingers and a chain hanging into the open collar of his t-shirt. again, you are reminded of the rumors that constantly follow him. you’re just angry they didn’t think he was hot from the very beginning.

“where are you going?” he asks, his words slurred. he’d been downing the shitty spiked punch earlier like it was his job.

you sigh, tilting your head back to look at him. there’s another hickey just to the left of his adam’s apple. “home,” you say, simply. “i’m tired.”

he frowns, stepping closer to you. the heat radiates off of him. “but i haven’t gotten to talk to you all night,” he whines, pouting ridiculously. “i missed you.”

it shouldn’t affect you. richie flirts like breathing, with anyone who will entertain him. it’s just how close you two are that means his flirting is usually aimed at you. “sorry, rich,” you say, and you find that you mean it. “next time, okay?”

his fingers release your wrist, only to catch on the curve of your waist and pull you close. the heat of his hand burns through the flimsy material of your top. you’re so focused on trying to stay upright just from that simple touch that you almost miss what he says next.

“can i come with you?” his voice is low, rough, more of a growl than anything else.

you blink, stupefied. usually you’re quicker than this, able to keep up a banter with him that’s rivaled only by him and eddie. now, you’re left tongue-tied, the endless wanting inside of you threading around your throat and choking you. “what?”

“can i come with you?” he repeats, looking down at you with his pretty eyes. his glasses slide down his nose. you fight the urge to push them back up. “we can take my truck. this party’s kind of a bore, honestly.”

you swallow, feeling your heart stutter. “what about sandy?” your mouth is so dry your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth.

richie shrugs, casual as all hell and infuriatingly attractive. “she can last without me for a bit. i’d rather hang out with my favorite girl.” he grins at you, his dimples curving into his cheek.

it makes you want to scream. he says things like this all the time, calls you doll and baby and love like he has the fucking right, constantly says you’re the most important person in his life. and yet, he doesn’t feel the same way for you as you do for him. and he never will.

still, you’re a sucker for him. your lips curl into a weak smile. “sure, rich,” you whisper; any louder and your voice will crack. “let’s get out of here.”

he doesn’t even stop to say goodbye to anyone else, just crowding against your back and walking behind you the entire way out the front door. he’s so close that his chest brushes against your shoulder blades, his fingertips grazing over your hip. you focus on not tripping.

once you’re outside, you hold your hand out, not looking at him. “keys,” you command.

he laughs, full and bright as he digs his keys out of his pocket. “yes, nurse ratched,” he teases, dropping them into your hand. “right away, nurse ratched.”

you scowl at him, turning away to stomp your way down the block to where richie parked. it’s not a long walk but the late autumn night is chilly, especially through the thin material of your top and your skirt. you shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself.

before you can really react, richie’s shrugging off his jacket, settling the heavy denim over your shoulders. he’s just wearing a plain black t-shirt underneath, the cotton clinging to his biceps and chest, and you can’t tear your eyes away, even when he murmurs, “should’ve said you were cold, doll.”

the jacket smells like him: the apple of his shampoo, the warmth of his deodorant, the smoke from his cigarettes. it shouldn’t be a pleasant scent but it is, because it means comfort. it means home. it means your best friend and the love of your life.

your shoulders slump, your hand trembling when you finally reach his truck and reach for the driver’s side handle. “thanks, richie,” you breathe, climbing into the car before he can answer.

you don’t really know what he had in mind when he asked to leave with you, but you’re too overwhelmed to handle being alone with him for too long. already, having him this close is fogging your brain. you need to get away from him so you can fall apart in peace.

you decide to just take him home and walk from there. it proves to be the best choice, because not even a minute into your drive his chin is dropping down to his chest, his eyelids closing in longer and longer blinks until finally, he’s dozing in the front seat, big body curled in your direction. it fills you with so much warmth you think you are burning from the inside out.

it should be ridiculous, how much you love him. you should be at your limit for how much you have to give, capped out a long time ago, but everyday you fall for him a little bit more. whenever he does something particularly sweet, or funny, or attractive, you feel a little more of yourself crumble away to lay at his feet. at this point, you’re more fracture than glass, crushed into a fine powder under richie’s foot.

by the time you pull into richie’s driveway, he’s snoring lightly, his glasses knocked askew on his face. part of you wants to let him sleep, but the bigger part of you knows you need to get him into the house. you already slack on your best friend duties by secretly being in love with him, you don’t need to leave him out in the cold too.

sighing, you turn the key and shut the car off, getting out and walking around to the passenger side. you shake his shoulder, gently at first, then rougher when he doesn’t respond. he grumbles, swatting at you. you can’t help but laugh, shaking him again.

“rich,” you croon, shaking him with both hands. he groans, scrunching his face up. you snicker. “c’mon asshole, you’re too heavy for me to carry.”

he pries one eye open, glaring at you. “or you’re too small to even try,” he taunts back, sticking his tongue out.

you roll your eyes, tugging him out of the car. he goes easily enough, stumbling a little bit leaning into your side as you lock the car behind you.

you weren’t kidding when you said he was heavy. he’s just so much bigger than you, tall and broad and undeniably masculine. you try your best to take some of his weight with an arm curved around his waist, but you don’t think you’re really doing anything.

the lights are all off inside, richie’s parents gone for the weekend at some conference for his dad’s work. it makes you feel better about how you two stumble around in the dark, knocking into the walls and tripping over the stairs. finally, without much incident, you make it into richie’s room, depositing him on his bed before he can fall and brain himself on his table. his desk light is on, throwing the room into shadow but just light enough for you to see his face.

his curls spread around him on his pillow, his eyes already closed. he’s on top of his covers but there’s not much you can do about that. the only thing you can do is untie his boots and pluck his glasses from his face, letting him get as comfortable as he can with his clothes still on.

you stop, looking down at him. he’s almost angelic in his sleep, peaceful and quiet for probably the only time in his life. he’s so gorgeous like this, vulnerable, unguarded. it makes you feel like a creep to be looking at this without his knowledge. or his approval.

biting your lip, you turn to the door, only stopping when you realize you still have his jacket. carefully, you shrug it off, going to lay it on his bed when his voice stops you.

“keep it.”

you look up to see his eyes half-open, locked on you. the lamp throws his face into sharp angles and shadow, but the expression on his face is soft. his fingers stretch towards you.

“it looks good on you,” he continues, his voice barely more than a whisper. “you should wear it all the time.”

you don’t know what to say, frozen at the foot of his bed. it feels like everything you’ve ever wanted, before you remember that he’s drunk and out of his mind. he probably thinks you’re sandy. there’s no way he’d ever say that to you.

but he keeps going, his voice rough, smooth velvet over steel. “you look good all the time. makes me feel insane. just wanna touch you but i can’t.”

your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. through trembling lips, you manage to get out, “what about sandy?”

he shrugs, a tiny movement that feels unsure. you’ve never seen him shy like this. the fact that sandy’s likely the reason makes you burn inside. “she’s cool and all, but she’s not you. you’re my best friend, (y/n). i love you.”

you gasp softly, nowhere near loud enough for him to hear. your heart feels like it’s being pulled in two. “i love you too, rich. more than you could ever understand.”

but he shakes his head firmly. “no, you don’t get it. i love you. you’re my—you’re my other half. my partner in crime. i’d be lost without you.” before you can respond, he sighs and whispers, “wish you were my girlfriend. not sandy.”

his eyes slip closed the next instant. as you stand there, simultaneously turned to stone and burning alive, he gives a soft snore, his features relaxing in sleep.

you stare down at him for what feels like centuries, suddenly too old to move. you look down at the jacket in your arms, then back up to him. a loose curl lays against his forehead. your fingers itch to push it behind his ear.

“i wish you were sober,” you whisper. he doesn’t twitch.

you leave the jacket laid at the foot of his bed when you go.

(part two)

#richie tozier #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier fanfiction #the losers club #the losers club imagine #the losers club x reader #my writing

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gardenarcana · 2 years

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Sunday ask time!

What is your position on romance cliches? Do you think of yourself more as a realist or a romantic? Opinions on Valentine's day?

I am obsessed with wnrs so here's stuff i have shamelessly stolen from that acc (answer all of them, some of them or none of them if you wish):

What story about love have you been telling yourself that no longer serves you? How would you like to change it?

What parts of yourself do you need to break up with?

Have you had your first love? If so how did you get over it?

How would you describe the feeling of being in love in one word?

What do you understand now about love that you didn't understand before?

If your last relationship was a Netflix series how would it be called?

If you're in love, complete the sentence: Loving them feels like _______

Name 3 things you love about yourself

Happy Sunday!

I love romance clichés. Give me a good arranged marriage, enemies to lovers any day.

I think I lean more towards being a romantic and I love Valentine's Day! I don't like to make a big fuss, just some flowers and a card and I'm happy. And instead of going out to eat, we like to just stay in and make something tasty. This year we're making pizza (he's making the dough and I'm making the sauce).

What story about love have you been telling yourself that no longer serves you? How would you like to change it?

That love is hard work. I think it's more like gardening. When you plant a seed, you just have to remember to water it and the sun takes care of the rest. When weeds pop up, you have to pull them up before they take over. If it gets too cold outside, you need to bring the pot inside so it won't freeze. These are all small things you have to do on a semi-regular basis. It's not back breaking labor every day, but if you neglect it for too long, it takes a lot of work to get it healthy again, or else it becomes unsalvageable.

What parts of yourself do you need to break up with?

The part of me that's so critical, especially of my body.

Have you had your first love? If so how did you get over it?

First, I thought that it was my fault for allowing him to treat me poorly. If I didn't stand up for myself, how could I expect him to treat me better? We were only FWB so I thought I wasn't allowed to be jealous when he flirted with other girls, but still came home to me when he struck out. Then I realized that I didn't deserve to be treated that way period. He knew I loved him and he shouldn't have taken advantage of that. (He did apologize a few years later)

How would you describe the feeling of being in love in one word?

Warmth

If you're in love, complete the sentence: Loving them feels like_______

Loving him feels like waking up on a Saturday morning with the sun peeking through the blinds and the scent of lilies in the air.

Name 3 things you love about yourself

My sense of humor, my freckles, and how I get a little sassy when I drink whiskey.

How about YOU?

#glittertrail #sunday asks

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binniedeactivated · 3 years

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

a/n; 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥!

“I can see you as a doctor, lawyer maybe”. she said while they both walked down the street, their jackets being a safeguard to the fridgid weather. It was never safe walking in the neighborhood they both lived in especially at this time of night but luckily she had taehyun, who knew all kinds of alleyways and shortcuts.

taehyun rolls his eyes while chewing on his sandwich, “amara what I tell you about that shit?”.

she laughs, the brightness of her smile outshining the stars that blanketed over the both of them. “I’m serious tae. you’re smart. you can be someone if you applied yourself”.

“yeah well I don’t want to hear that. you know who you sound like and it pisses me off”.

she sighs as her parted curly hair sifted over the side of her face in the breeze. taehyun was going to say that she sounded just like his parents. well, adopted parents. He hated when anyone called them his parents because, well, they weren’t. And tae hated them. his real parents were locked away in prison for a school of crimes taehyun could recite on his own. Theft, Assault, Arson, Burglary, the list could go on for decades.

she grins playfully pushing him to the side, “stop being so salty. You know I’m just looking out for you”.

“you know I’ll be fine amara. what you need to do is watch out for yourself. I see the way these guys stare at you”.

now she was the one rolling her eyes. “Yeah and you know Sammy will kill them all”. Taehyun sucks his teeth. “Fuck Sammy”.

Sammy was her boyfriend. smooth brown skin, pretty teeth and long hair that he always wore in a high bun—- real cute Hispanic guy. Taehyun never liked him though because of all the shit he caused. He was a real troublemaker and taehyun thought amara only looked past his ways because she thought that was all she could ever get.

taehyun knew she deserved better. Amara was his best friend after all. he knew who she was capable of being.

Approaching her building there was a group of men outside the apartment building she lived in, smoking weed, talking and laughing about some bullshit dice game. one of them being Sammy. Taehyun spotted him even from the distance they were at.

“Speaking of the damn devil”.

Amara slaps him on the shoulder and laughs. “I’ll catch you at school tyun. Make sure you go home!”.

Taehyun kisses her on the cheek and side hugs her with care. “I’ll think about it. Be safe amara. I love you”.

“I will bozo”. she couldn’t help but insult before closing the distance between her and her apartment building. With a blunt between his fingers Sammy spots her, smiling down at her five foot three frame. And he wasn’t the only one sneaking glances of course. Being quite thicker in the thighs and wider in the hips it was normal for guys to look at her.

“hey baby. Who was that?”.

“taehyun”.

He hums, looking at the ground before looking at her, his what was once pink lips blackening from all the weed he smoked. he furrowed a brow.

“you know I don’t like that little son of a bitch”.

“alright Sammy, please. I don’t have time for this shit tonight. He’s my best friend and you know that”.

He clutches her arm tightly, “I said I don’t like his ass. You shouldn’t be hanging out with him”. he orders and she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t sober. she gasps at the sudden pain and try to rip away from his grip but couldn’t due to his strength.

“Sammy get off of me!”.

He grins, “stop being so loud girl. What’s all the fuss about. Don’t you like it when I grab you like this?”.

he stares in her face trying to be sexy but looking more like a drunken pervert. she immediately became uncomfortable and tries to pry herself off of him but he only grips her tighter worsening the pain.

“Sammy stop it! You’re drunk”.

“I don’t want you hanging out with taehyun anymore you understand me?”. His breath reeked of alcohol.

“Get the fuck off me!”.

He finally throws her to the ground as if she were a garbage can herself. If it wasn’t for her protecting her fall with her hands she would’ve been planted face first in the cement. She was angry though, and not to mention she was already freezing.

Getting back up she dusted off her hands and angrily pushed Sammy backwards. “Don’t you put your fucking hands on me!”.

he raises his hand and slaps her good and hard. It was normal, her and him. It was normal for them to fight like that whenever Sammy got like this. And she would combat it the same way each time, punching him in his jaw before storming into the old, torn and piss smelling hallways of her apartment building. Luckily she lived on the third floor so the walk upstairs wasn’t all that bad. Except she always got a whiff of a bunch of weird smells when going up them.

she got to her landing with an aching face and a purring sound behind her. she turns quickly, startled at the sudden noise. Her nerves came to end though when she realized it was just beomgyu feeding some stray cat that always sat at the front of his apartment door. she was going to speak to him until she heard thumping noises above them both and a bunch of loud and erotic moaning.

The both of them glare at each other and laugh.

“beomgyu when are you going to tell your parents that they aren’t on their honeymoon every fucking night?”.

he smiles stroking the head of the grey cat softly. “Hey if eating each other’s pussies keep them off my ass then I’m all for it”.

beomgyu’s parents got divorced when he was really young and left his mother high and dry when he found out she was a full blown lesbian. Leaving beomgyu to be raised by two women since his father wanted nothing to do with him anymore, as if it were his fault. Not that it ever bothered beomgyu though. He never minded especially since his dad was a grade A asshole.

she laughs and starts her way to her own apartment across the hall with the sound of beomgyu trying to bribe the cat to come into his apartment as the background noise. As soon as she twists the brass knob she was pissed. The fact that it was even unlocked could’ve been hazardous. Anyone could’ve came in and robbed the place. She opens the door and shuts it behind herself.

She almost shit herself though when she was immediately greeted by her mother standing in front of her. She didn’t know what her mother had been doing prior to her arrival but she didn’t look good at all.

“Ma? You alright?”. Amara asks trying to catch a clue in the women’s eyes. Except she got nothing but a woozy stare. “Tariq wants us to have privacy tonight. You have to go somewhere else”. She blatantly says out of nowhere. Amara could feel herself clenching her fists,

Tariq was her controlling, manipulative ass stepfather.

“Go somewhere else?!”.

“Yes, just for this one night amara”.

“Ma!! You’re acting like I have other places to stay. Why are you kicking me out because he wants alone time?!”.

“Don’t talk to me like that girl. Like I said, for just this one night. You’re more tha welcomed to get some over night clo—“.

“Fuck that!”. Amara screams and makes her exit right then and there before she did anything she regretted. with her back now against the door she breathes in deep breaths trying calm herself as best as she possibly could.

All the while some boy with sleek black parted hair and specs was watching the episode unravel on his way down the stairs. She grew angry at the curiosity in his eyes.

“What the fuck are you looking at yeonjun?”.

“You need a place to stay mean ass?”. He asks calmly. Living in the same place for so long it was normal for everyone to know everyone. It’s just, yeonjun wasn’t someone she talked to normally.

Normally it would be Taehyun and Summer she talked to most. Summer was another best friend of hers whose dating tyun and just as annoying as him almost if not more. There’s was also heuning kai and occasionally beomgyu.

funny how yeonjun thought she was the most gorgeous girl in the world though.

she sighs trying to remove her own hostility. It wasn’t yeonjun’s fault that her mother was a bitch and to be honest, besides the fact that his dad is in the military and his mom acted a little off sometimes, she knew staying at his place wouldn’t be all that bad.

“yeah, I guess”.

she finally gives in having no choice. yeonjun gestures towards the stairs and brings her up to his apartment. she was happy to finally get a whiff of something good, home cooking made by his mother.

“Mom! Amara is staying tonight!”. He yells before directing her to take her coat off and place it on the coat rack at the door. she felt a little naked in her leggings and sweater she had to admit. but she also thought his apartment was way nicer than anyone else in the building who did absolutely nothing with theirs or just had no taste in good decor.

“I don’t want you getting ideas first off. This is a one night thing”. She declared as soon as she entered his room which had a quirky aesthetic vibe she liked. Records on the wall and lava lamps on his dressers and desk. Sneakers lined up underneath his bed and a pretty overflowing closet.

he held his hands up in surrender and laughs, “I’m not getting ideas trust me. But as you can see I have two beds so— you can sleep on the other one if you want. The sheets are clean”.

“Thank you yeonjun. You invite hoes over often? Mr.Two beds?”. She says plopping on the soft surface.

“no, just you”. He teases leaving amara launching a pillow at him jokingly. “hey! I am not a hoe”. This is just what yeonjun loved about her. She was easy going. Never took jokes that serious and loved to laugh.

“hey I don’t know what you do with your free time”. He jokes again.

“schoolwork thank you very much”.

“Ah, that’s something a hoe would say”.

Amara laughs again, not expecting yeonjun to be as funny as he was. He was also kind of cuter upclose but that didn’t matter. She had Sammy.

“If I’m such a hoe isn’t this the part where we’re supposed to fuck?”.

hearing that sentence was like a punch in the gut to yeonjun, it was something he definitely wasn’t expecting her to say. He jokes back, “what are we waiting for then?”.

oddly enough the room became silent once that statement left his lips. It was an innocent gaze at first but it became heated quickly. she figured after the night she had, what else could go wrong? She needs some type of fix.

And this is what led her slowly crawling over the bed and on the floor in front of yeonjun who was sitting on the bed across from her. she lays her head on his inner thigh gazing up at him with her pretty dark brown eyes. “you’re right...what are we waiting for?”. She repeats, rubbing the bulge poking out of his sweatpants.

He didn’t stop her at all, instead he grabs her hair and bite his lips, staring down at her under his circular frames. “Tsk. These the games we’re playing?”.

she slowly drags down his briefs, “only if you don’t tell anyone”. She wasted no time rolling her lips down his veiny thick length. Yeonjun’s hips twitch at the sudden feeling. The heat of her mouth worked wonders. She bobs her head with care, making sure she was licking and sucking anything she could get to. And already yeonjun was groaning underneath his breath.

she only came up for air and let her slimy tongue wrap around the tip of his dick cleaning it of his precum and sliding her tongue in between the slit naughtily. Yeonjun grunts lowly again clutching the strands of her hair harder,

“god I’m going to have to fuck the shit out of you after this”.

#soobin #yeonjun drabble #beomgyu #yeonjun #heuning kai #taehyun #txt #txt imagines #choi yeonjun #yeonjun smut

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oh-theres-a-woman · 4 years

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Flowers in A Peaked Cap; Part Three

A/N: A little bit of a plot twist for our little flower! Sorry it was a little unexpected but I thought it would bring a little bit of edge to the story. After all, the Shelbys are ferociously protective. But, at what cost? Is that really good for her? There comes a point where someone isn’t their own person anymore and someone everyone else wishes on them.

Will that happen or will someone help her out. Even when they aren’t meant to?

Requested By: @csigeoblue

Taglist: @hesagod-notyet @zodiyack @itsfrancisneptun @fandom-fucking-shit @amys-small-world @hinagiku0 @dylanlover24 @amirahiddleston @a-dorky-book-keeper @theamuz @csigeoblue @smallheathgangsters @theshelbyclan @beautycinders @midnightstarlight02 @writeroutoftime @wnygirl2012 @lovemissyhoneybee @nobodyscarebutandyou @peakascum

Parts: [ Prologue ], [ 1 ], [ 2 ], [ 4 ]

Word Count: 866

“He did nothin’ Thomas, just returnin’ me book here. I left it at the bookshop,” Tillie said rather defensively, looking to Art who also frowned in an instant. “I thought you went to your room, not to that bloody readin’. I told ya, they cost too much. If you think they’d listen to whatever we Birmingham folk have to say—your wrong sweetheart.” Art tried to ruffle her hair, but the girl was stubborn and tempered in that moment. Stepping out of his hand. Robert Augustine did not seem to flinch at the rather considerably infamous family of Birmingham being right before him. Extending his hand to Thomas, they shook hands for a moment. Then he offered his hand to Arthur, who shook with a brutal force that made the collared lad grimace. “I quite enjoyed your sister’s stories—she’s very professionally written and has an ability to paint a picture with the scenes she sets. Since, I had connections within London for publishing… After the meeting, I wanted to offer her those contacts and give a recommendation. A few other lads there seemed to have stirred a fuss and Miss Shelby left before I could make the offer.” He spoke genuinely. That did not bother her brothers—it was the sight of a girl falling in love with the idea of moving out of Birmingham to write that worried them. “Absolutely—not!” Art was the first to protest. Tillie frowned looking at her brothers, trying to seek Thomas’s word. His word was often—law in the Shelby household. He was the head. His word would get them to agree or disagree in notion.

“I have to agree with Arthur—Tillie its too dangerous to run off on a world of fantasies.” Thomas spoke aloud making his disapproval known. The youngest sister of the Shelby family felt tears on the verge. Beginning to understand why Ada had taken flight so long ago—then stopped talking to the bloody lot of them. Thomas caught his sister’s arms into his strong hands, Tillie lowered her head.

Mr Augustine watched on with utter shock and horror. Out of place—yet heartbroken to see such a kind dreamer’s thoughts and goals shot down. This seemed to be what the girl had feared. A rejection towards something she held so clearly with passion. He saw that in the look that held on the book he had only just given back—something that held everything so precious to her. Nails were so tight on the cover that it caused little crescent shaped moons into the leather. His warm gaze looked to the brothers, overprotective of their little sister and rightfully so.

This girl was purer than any girl born in finery he had seen before. Ghost of tears streaming down her cheeks as Thomas spoke to her in muttered whispers. As if whatever words could still the aching of her heart. “No, I don’t want to use the family name for my own work!” Tillie shoved her brother off looking to him. Tears fresh in her beautiful eyes. Tossing the book to the side, before stalking off. Before casting a look over her shoulder at the beautiful leather book sodden in a large puddle. Pages soaking through in moments.

Robert wandered over to the book quickly wanting to save it. Before his collar was grabbed by the leader of the pack. “Don’t feed her with any nonsense, she’d believe your type a little too easily.” Thomas held firm, but the collared lad took a serious expression and tone. Slapping the book into the man’s chest. His gaze wandering to the girl that had slipped away from the Mad Dog of the pack.

“I only spoke the truth—you should really have more faith in her abilities as a story-teller. She seems to think so highly of you, perhaps read them. If they aren’t completely destroyed.” Augustine was bitterly blunt about that fact. How severely Thomas and the others had messed up. Pulling out of the man’s hold. Moving away back towards the bookshop hands tucked away within his pocket. His over blazer hiding his gun close to breast.

Of course, they had not only just come to Birmingham to speak about books. But to carry out their own sweep of town. Seeing where the infamous Peaky Blinders were weakest. However, the youngest Shelby seemed an option for him and his employer to try take down the power-house family. There was something about the girl that ran through the dank and smelling streets—a piece that appealed and tugged at his heart.

A little flower that was kept too close to the weeds and they were stealing the light from her. Stopping her from being able to grow any richer and more beautiful.

Words of utter admiration seemed to save her brothers a moment of harsh opinion—however, it was very quickly met with the reality. They did not know how good the people were around them. Ones that were truly endangered because of the Peaky Blinders existence. That a flowery girl like; Tillie Shelby had a rather large target painted on her back and price on her head.

For her name alone.

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peantbutter-honeycombs · 4 years

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The Hollowing Series: Part I

Title: Prelude

Word count: 2,980

Characters: The 11th Doctor, Amy Pond, ocs

Warnings: Platonic fic not romantic. Crappy writing?

Notes: So three? I want to say three years ago this idea came to mind. Well not this one. But I worked off that idea and came to this. I like the idea of the Doctor being around children. They’re just so innocent. But then I though what the hell let’s torture 11 and the kids and this was born. I’ll explain more later but for now Spoilers. I reall have worked hard on this it’s my first Doctor Who fic. It’s been in my head and notes for years so please be kind and enjoy. I’m going to try, try to break this in to only 4 parts. But hey I’m a detailed writer.

Special Thanks to my college buddy B, @mirkwoodshewolf, and @underskaro for tolerating my ramblish rants and beta reading the chapter.

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Down the road aways, pushed against the hills, stood a cobblestone farm style home. The front lawn was messy, jagged and uncut. From the muddy earth sprang up wildflowers and weeds, northern marches, poppies, and heathers. It was all very wild. The pedestal of a concrete birdbath was cracked and lopsided, with vines wrapping around the very base.

A trike was tangled, hidden in the tall overgrown grass. It felt out of place among the weedy garden. The bike in contrast to the exterior of the old homestead must have been brand new. Green and black, the trike was just brilliant enough to be noticeable through the thrush.

Visible from the left lower window appeared a boy, no older than 14 but no younger than 12. He reached out toward the edges of the frame, grasping at the sangria red fabric. In one swift motion, he drew the curtains closed.

“There,” the boy said, standing back to admire his work.

The four windows of the well-sized sitting room. The warm golden light that once flooded through the glass panes, faded, leaving room to feel somewhat dark and empty.

Stepping backward, the young teen collapsed over an armrest onto a sofa. The sofa’s cushions sank under the weight of him, creating a spot perfectly tailored to the shape of his body. The sofa had seen better days. The brown leather fabric was worn, torn in some places and had a great dark stain on the Center cushion that the boy couldn’t remember ever not existing.

Dragging his legs over the armrest, he moved himself so he was in a sitting position. He stretched his right hand out, leaning his body so he could reach a drawing book on the right end table. The silence of the sitting room hugged him like a security blanket, his muscles became jello, all the stress of the day just melted off him. Being the man of the house was hard.

He became lost in his own world. He didn’t utter a word for the next fifteen minutes and barely moved from his spot for a full thirty minutes. His left hand carefully looped and curved over the blank sheet of paper, no longer blank. Every now and again he’d spin his pencil around in his fingers in deep thought, or wildly erase a thoughtless mistake. He hummed along to the song blasting through his one right earbud (the one thing he’d moved to retrieve.) nodding his head in time with the 60’s melody.

The sound of creaking floorboards overhead pressed through his exposed ear, carrying him back to reality. He could hear gentle feet beating against the wood. They were almost unnoticeable over the music. Almost.

There was a lull in the footsteps, creating silence.

They must be at the stairs, he thought, beginning to set his drawing tools away.

They always stopped at the top of the stairs and the base. The stairs of the old farmhouse were criminally steep, with each weirdly a different height than the last. They were enough to give anyone unfamiliar with them a headache. If his mother had gotten them carpeted, maybe the stairs wouldn’t have been so nauseating, but she’d wanted to preserve the house’s history as best she could.

Thump, thump, thump.

He could just imagine the little human, the footsteps belonged to crawling down the stairs. Moving down them one by one, on their knees. Sort of in a reverse way of the puppy conquering the stairs in Lady and the Tramp.

“No, go away,” he called, pressing a pencil down into its colouring box. When there was quiet he looked over his shoulder, everything from the waist down just sitting there on the steps. The figure's upper body was obstructed from his view.

“I was kidding, you can come down.” He turned back to his tidying. He heard the little feet happily stomp about, then thump, thump, thump.

Focused on organising his things, he looked up only when noticing the pair of dust stained white socks out of the corner of his eye. He blinked, somewhat irritatedly, staring at the little girl who now stood across from him.

With a great sigh, he said.

“You’re really annoying sometimes, you know that?”

A child no older than four stood before him. Her brown eyes, earthy hues of the soil after rain or bark on a walnut tree. They gave him a look that was of youthful innocence. Bright auburn hair reached down to the middle of her back, slightly covering the sides of her cheeks. Her pale skin was dotted and marked with a surplus of freckles — Sophia.

Sophia frowned, taking a step back. This made the older boy quietly snicker.

He smiles in a reassuring manner, “Hello, Soph-a-loaf.” He teased goofily pronouncing her name. The slightest smile tugged at the corners of the ginger's lips. He brought Sophia onto his lap, letting her sit on his thighs. “What’s up ducky?” He asked, brushing some of her hair back behind her ear. Sophia scrunches her mouth to one side, making a few murmuring noises. “Oh really? Sounds like you’ve had a day.”

Sophia nods. She rests her head on Oliver’s stomach, looking up at him with her sweet doe eyes.

“What?”

Her eyes darted off toward the window.

“No. No.” Oliver shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. Sophia tilted her head to one side, training her attention on Oliver’s. “Seriously the park now?” Oliver whined, backing into the cushion.

He reaches for a throw pillow and covers his face with it.

“I’m sleeping,” he murmurs from behind the fabric. Sophia fusses lightly, pressing at his stomach. Oliver grunted, but kept the pillow pressed against his face. “I’m dead,” he tried.

This time Sophia head butted him in the gut. Oliver pulled a face, bringing the pillow down.

“Bleh!” He mocked, tongue lolled out of his mouth. Sophia squeaks, swatting her palm against Oliver’s arm. “Hey, we don’t hit. Sophia, I don’t want to go to the park.” Oliver said leaning down so his forehead was against hers. Sophia kindly taps her temple against his. Oliver chuckles softly, giving her forehead a sweet peck. “Sophey Tophie.”

He lifts Sophia off his lap, setting her on the floor in front of him.

“I suppose… it would be nice to get out of the house.” His eye drifted to a calendar on the interior sidewall of the sitting room. He couldn’t remember when he circled that day. Sophia excitedly bounces up and down. “What are you a rabbit?” The little ginger doesn’t respond, bouncing her way to the front door.

Oliver rolls his eyes. Upon realisation, he sprang up from the sofa.

“Sophia, you need a coat!”

The two children squinted against the hazy Yorkshire rain. The rain was cool against their exposed skin. It felt nice, refreshing even. It ran through their hair, smoothing out Sophia’s auburn waves, mopping Oliver’s ash brown locks. It plastered small individual strands to each of their faces.

Oliver chatted away as they went down the muddy, winding path. Chatting isn't quite the right word as Sophia never spoke. It had only taken him two minutes to go off on a tangent about something or other.

Sophia, only kind of sort of listening, pedaling her hand-me-down trike. His voice disappeared into the white noise, allowing her to quietly enjoy the English landscape.

The countryside stretched and weaved as far as the eye could see. Rustic English cottages and cobblestone farm houses dotted the grassy hills. The land gently rolled up and down the valley, merging with the uneven, mist filled moors half way up the emerald green mounds of earth.

Dew, white and clear, decorated the damp droopy grass the land glittered, sparkling under the orange purpling sunlight.

The houses of the humdrum sleepy town were few and well spaced out. One could walk a good half a mile before reaching their neighbours' property. Those closer to the center of town were flats, pushed together in neat lines, occupying the space over the small, often family owned shops.

Oliver and Sophia arrived at the park in twenty minutes. Sophia having to struggle, pedaling through the mud had set them back. However, neither of the children seemed to care. Sophia hopped off the trike and clicked off her helmet, abandoning both on the pavement. She couldn’t wait to explore the soggy park.

For the next 20 minutes they hung out at the park, Sophia wandered the grassy playing field picking at wild flowers while Oliver practiced his kicks. In the following ten, Sophia ran up the stairs then went down the slide. She’d dust herself off, then go round again. The next five minutes she sat still, a bit tired, content to watch the villagers while Oliver puttered around.

“Oi! Sophia, I’m goin’ to the loo. I’ll be back right back!” Oliver shouted from the far side of the futbol field. The park had no bathroom, so he’d have to walk clear cross the road to Brews Brothers’ Pub. The popular bar had an outdoor side restroom reserved for the public.

Sophia watched Oliver leave until he became nothing more than a speck in the distance.

The quiet times brought a certain comfort to Sophia. It was the perfect time to watch people revel in the coolness of other humans’ lives. Usually the park was a buzz with townsfolk, mostly children. They melded together and dotted the public lawn like A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. But now there was little life to distinguish the little village from Oradour-sur-Glane, France.

The night air, though cool, had a biting sharpness to it. No thanks to the rain. Sophia sniffs through her nostrils, inhaling the almost intoxicating spring air. Sitting on the bench, her little legs swung over mud coated grass. Misty rain was still falling steadily, and the temperature had dropped considerably.

Sophia wasn’t bothered though.

Reaching for a short stick she traces some shapes in the ground. She nods her head, humming a tune she couldn’t quite place.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you actually know how to fly the TARDIS.” A voice, female with a thick Scottish accent, said.

Two foreign voices cut through the cold silence. Her eyes dart down the path. From where she sat she could hear them, the voices, bickering. About what, she had no clue.

Out of mist in the distance strode what appeared to be a young couple. The man seemed tall. His dark brown hair was long, stuck to his forehead in a droopy fashion, much like Ollie’s. Despite looking like a young man, he wore clothes that reminded Sophia of one of the town retirees; a Donegal tweed sport jacket with elbow patches, an off white dress shirt, rolled up deep blue trousers and… and bow tie?

Bow ties are for Sunday, Sophia thought, eyes narrowing at the approaching pair.

His partner appeared to be much more put together. Auburn hair, just a smidge less vibrant than Sophia’s framed a pale Scottish face. An irradiated cross expression dominated her features. Her voice wasn’t high nor low, it perfectly suited her in an indescribable way. And unlike the man to her right, she wore clothes appropriate for her age.

The pair stopped in the middle of the path, continuing to argue.

“Of course, I know how to fly the TARDIS sometimes she- she just has a mind of her own.” The lanky man argued, earning an eye roll from the ginger.

“We’re supposed to be England,” She grouched. “What about Churchill? This looks like— are we in Scotland?”

Sophia scoffed, shaking her head, tourists. She watched as the man licked a finger, held it against the wind, then popped it back in his mouth.

“No, no. I’m sure we’re in England.”

The finger crossed her arms over her chest in a cool way.

“Shouldn’t there be I dunno fighters, soldiers, something? I’m getting sheep.” She said looking round the area. She wasn’t wrong there were sheep, white puffs mindlessly grazing on the hills. When she looked back at the man, he was squatting. In his right hand he held a good chunk of mud.

“Wha—What are you doing?”

“Definitely in England. Westerdale Yorkshire, to be more precise. Right country wrong period. Does something seem off to you?” He asked, running a thumb over the mucky mud, cautiously examining it.

His partner snorted indignantly.

“Something or… someone? No don’t eat the—”

Sophia quickly pushed her head down, crinkling her nose. Adults are weird. She turned her attention to her dirt scribbles. She didn’t understand what they were on about, anyway. Hopefully they’d be on their way soon. They didn’t belong.

There’s a weight increase, bending the planks of the bench. An electric chill ran up Sophia’s spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The reaction wasn’t from the cold. There was a weight increase bending the planks of the bench.

“Well hello there, I’m the Doctor. What’s your name.”

Surprise was never an emotion Sophia handled well. Her shoulders went rigid, her entire body defensively readying itself. Her sweet eyes become stoney. Her breathing felt as if it was becoming more shallow with each breath. The guarding alarms inside her mind we’re going crazy halting the thinking gears of her brain.

The man held his hands up resignedly. “No, no, don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.” There was a gentleness to his tone, a kind of concern. Sophia couldn’t be sure. No matter something about him. She let her shoulders go loose, but the rest of her still felt tense. “Would you mind? I have a few questions.”

Sophia allowed herself to relax a little more, not completely but more.

“Doctor!” The scot’s voice rang up briefly, sending Sophia back into defensive mode. “You can’t keep talking to children you don’t know.” She sounded like a mother chiding her young child.

Her comment sparked a minor argument between the pair.

Sophia took the time to lean back and take the pair in full, particularly the man. He was a little more normal-ish looking up close. Normal enough. There was something about his eyes she couldn’t quite describe.

Sophia observed the two curiously, unaware that the fear, once crushing her chest, was steadily subsiding.

“I introduced myself this time. Oh yes,” the Doctor swiftly turns to Sophia, “this is Amy.”

“That’s not how it works,” Amy grumbled.

Her partner ignores her, keeping his attention on Sophia. “There’s something… something about this place. Don't know. I think-" He spoke fast, flaggishly moving his hands about. “Well I know it’s something. Too many ideas. Head’s bit cloudy.” He knocked on his temple.

Sophia, though a little behind, shifted uncomfortably.

“Need to narrow it down…” he trailed off. Sophia, her left palm on her thigh, absently traces along each finger with her right index. He observes Sophia with a kind, sort of calculating, gaze.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?

Concurrently, Ollie was on his way back from the toilet. He dribbles across the park, knocking a futbol between one foot and the other. “He’s going for the full court folks.” He deepened his voice, trying to mimic the vocals of a proper sports announcer. “He’s at the 75 marker, will he go for the assist?” He sped up, using a lace touch to control the ball. “He passes to,” Oliver knocks the ball clear cross the field.

“No one.”

He’d get his ball back tomorrow. The silence made his blood as cold as the icy waters of a polar plunge, as he strode across the park to where he had left Sophia.

Everything was still hazy and cloudy from the English rain. Billions of trillions of icy drops dripped down his neck and fell off the flaps of his slicker. In this de-focused world, he could just make the outlined silhouette of Sophia.

“Sophia. Sophia?”

He goes taut, stopping in his tracks. For a moment his brain glitches. His eyes went wide, mouth falling slightly ajar. Although he was staring at Sophia, he was seeing more than he expected.

“Sophia, what do you think you’re doing?” His voice was steady, but had a sharpness to it. “Talking to strangers?” He holds a hand out, which Sophia compliantly takes within seconds.

“And you lot.” The ginger seemed taken back by Oliver’s frigidity. A tween scolding two strange grownups, one of them a Scot, bit startling. The gentleman, however, seemed off in his head, silently mouthing the same word over and over. “You can’t just be talking to people you don’t know, numpties.”

“Oi, watch it.”

Oliver’s eyes sourly narrow. “You’re not from around here, are you?” He deadpanned.

“Just passing through. Hello, I’m the—”

“You should keep passing,” Oliver interrupted. Stepping between Sophia and the pair. Sophia could only watch as Oliver spoke to the two adults. “Leave town before it gets dark.” He warned, picking Sophia up, holding her on his hip.

“Is everything okay?” The gentleman asked, stepping up from the bench.

Though his expression held a casual indifference, his skin goes colourless. He let out an understated sigh, bowing his head and turning to leave. “I have to get Sophia home. It's almost supper time.”

Sophia beats her head against Oliver's shoulder, hitting it just hard enough to make the older child wince. He rolls his eyes, but turns back to the pair. “If you are going to stay… it’s only fair.” He sounded like a toddler forced to apologise.

“I must warn you.” He let his face fall in seriousness.

“Beware what lies in the mist of the Moors.”

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thelemoncoffee · 4 years

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Me: i’m gonna upload the design bullet points for EWWBL Also me: *makes HPA Talent Swap Au instead*

~~OKAY SO HERE WE GO THEN ~~ ~~~LONG ASS POST INCOMING~~~

Part One!! (there’s too much for one post)

[Kokichi- Detective] >Is amazing at his Ultimate >Lies so frequently no one believes him when he's serious >He often mocks people for not believing him when he ends up proven right >Hyper analytical by impulse >Pushes people away with lies due to self-consciousness issues >Actually pretty serious when he's at the Agency, they know him better so even when he does lie they see right through it >lock-picks are his best friend istfg ~~~~ -School outfit >Black to purple (T to B)faded Turtleneck >White trench coat >black fedora, checkered band on it >White pants from original design >Random chains and shinies on the coat >Original shoes -Casual >Oversized hoodies >Ripped black jeans >Pastels >Still lots of shinies >Purple and white sneakers

[Kirumi- Pianist] >Still mom >Frightfully dedicated to her craft, she spends any time she can in the music room to practice >Looks calm but has way too much energy at all times >Caffeine addiction >Insists helping Kaede and anyone else really is "taking a break", no one else agrees >Please sleep girl ~~~~ -School outfit >Black open front sweater >White button-up dress shirt >Black long skirt, piano key base trim >Black tie, spiderweb pattern from original >Original gloves >Purple treble note hairpin >Black heels -Casual >Grey open front sweater >Pale olive green shirt >Deep purple long skirt >Various necklaces >Platforms

[Shuichi- Leader] >Runs a 10 member Graffiti/Thief Organization >They collectively decided to call it the Strikers Guild >People automatically assumed his organization was massive and possibly dangerous due to his demeanor >He never actually stated his member count cause no one asked >The Guild is very supportive of him, and helps him out alot with his social anxiety >Feels like he isn't worthy of his title by any means, and if people knew the real member count, they'd agree ~~~~ -School outfit >white neck hugger shirt (idk what their called) >black & silver striped open front overcoat >black slacks >Emo Hat (tm) >Dress shoes -Casual >Hoodies and turtle necks >Ripped jeans >Still Emo Hat (tm) >Black sneakers -Strikers uniform >Dark blue cape w/ hood >worn black army style uniform >custom wolf mask >Dress shoes

[Kaito- Adventurer] >Plants are fucking cool man >He started adventuring cause he hates being cooped up in one place and it escalated from there >Still got a hero complex, always trying to do something to be heroic to someone >Freakishly good at parkor, he uses it to get in places he really shouldn't be >He's still lazy, so unless he's out traveling, you won't catch much talent related activity from him except parkor ~~~~ -School outfit >Original shirt >Tattered school uniform overcoat >Torn dark jeans >unbuttoned purple dress shirt under overcoat >Several band-aids >Band bracelets >Sneakers -Casual >Same thing >without school overcoat >Combat boots

[Angie- Tennis Pro] >Claims Atua caries her through all her matches >Was sent to Juvie for a year after she committed arson >probably only ever drinks energy drinks >Still basically the same old Angie but tennis ~~~~ -School outfit >blue and cream tennis uniform >Original overcoat >Obscene amount of band bracelets >Sneakers -Casual >Graphic crop-tops >Skinny jeans >Still too many bracelets >Now there's alot of necklaces too >Sandals

[Rantaro- Astronaut] >Has been to space and back twice, planning a third after highschool >High-key likes dad jokes >Never seen without his galaxy pedant/necklace >Really just likes the space aesthetics, he even uses a space themed bookbag and has a galaxy phone case >Gets high with Kaito often cause he keeps bringing him weed back from other counties ~~~~ -School outfit >Galaxy necklace always and forever >Open-front hoodie w/ original shirt stripes >Original jewelry >Jaxa shirt >Original cargo khakis >Galaxy sneakers -Casual >Basically same thing >Hoodie around waist >Jeans

[Gonta- Anthropologist] >Humans are really weird but fascinating >Still got lost in the forest for a long time(6, not 10 years) >Makes up for the 6 years by studying cultures in every way he can find possible >Ended up being more fluent in English and Russian than Japanese thanks to how much he culture hops ~~~~ -School outfit >Brown Tailcoat, Sleeves rolled up >Green infinity scarf >Cool cultural bracelets >Darker brown slacks >Dress shoes >Pendants of all sorts on scarf >Glasses have a chain on one side -Casual >Button down shirts >Dark brown pants >same bracelets

[Ryoma- Artist] >Has like- 3 cats >Was just a vibing hobby artist but then HPA noticed how good he was and now he just vibes there instead >Chill as fuck most of the time >Don't disrupt him while arting, it's dangerous >Has a sign on his door to let people know he's in the art vibe >his art ranges from really detailed and beautiful works of all media, to shitpost doodles >He has a wall covered in sticky note Doodles of his cats ~~~~ -School outfit >hats! (beanie, fedora, and beret) >baggy sweats >Hoodies >Sandals -Casual >same thing but messier

[Tenko- Robot] >T3N-K0 is her Given name, but she figured it would be easier for humans to say Tenko >Was programmed to speak in third person, and has no clue why >Doesn't trust boys to not do something cruel to her, like take her apart or something >Often fusses over Himiko's well-being, she doesn't fully understand how humans work but knows her sleep schedule isn't okay >Likes to hang out with Maki and ask her for cool updates, Maki doesn't want to ever do more than make sure she's running smoothly, often shooing her out to have some peace ~~~~ -Build >hair is fiber-optics, loop sections have rotating joints dividing them >built to resemble a female body >kinda resembles a basic blouse and skirt >Hair bow doubles as a fan >Headband pin is the fan's power button >Likes to wear chokers

Part Two!

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #talent swap #danganronpa talent swap #tenko chabashira #ryoma hoshi #gonta gokuhara #rantaro amami #angie yonaga #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #kirumi tojo #kokichi ouma #hpa danganronpa #non despair au #hopes peak academy

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imagineclaireandjamie · 5 years

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Hi! I'd love to see more Homecoming! Maybe William can have that conversation with Bree... or maybe he can stop avoiding Rachel ^^ Thank you so much for all your work!

Book 9 speculation; William arrives at the Ridge with his cousin Dottie the same day that the MacKenzie family has made their unexpected return.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Homecoming - Part Eight

“Would ye no rather be helpin’ yer sister-in-law and her bairn to settle?” Roger asked of Ian and Rachel as they followed the children through the woods back to the big house.

“Mam has it all in hand and… if I’m bein’ honest…” Ian confessed quietly, “it’s a relief to have a break from her. I love her dearly but I’m no used to bein’ the only of her bairns wi’ her attentions. I think she’s in need of a wee change too and cleanin’ the cabin for Dottie while she and the bairn rest are as good for her as us.” Ian glanced briefly at Rachel who was preoccupied with Brian who’d sneezed. “Give her some time to adjust to what ye told her last night,” he added in a whisper.

“Well, I thank ye for letting me and the kids stay wi’ ye last night. Easier’n havin’ the carry ‘em all the way back.”

Germain and Jemmy had run ahead and were seeing who could climb a nearby tree fastest while Mandy hurried after and jumped to try to catch the lowest branch. Fanny appeared to be offering Mandy a lift but the youngest Mackenzie stubbornly refused the help.

“I am happy to have had the chance to meet thee and spend time coming to know thee,” Rachel said as she patted Brian’s back in the sling she wore across her front. “My husband has told many stories of thee and thy wife. I know he was sorry not to have thee with us when we were wed.”

“Aye well, there were many days when we would ha’ liked to have had him and the rest of ye wi’ us as well. Glad to see he’s found himself a wife and settled down proper,” Roger teased. “Puttin’ down roots.” The relief of being with family again was as heady and intoxicating as the whisky they’d shared the night before.

“Mama!” Roger heard Mandy shriek as the big house came into sight.

Brianna was in the yard with Claire and William, a basket over her arm already overflowing with greenery from Claire’s garden.

“Who’s that then?” Germain asked, dropping to the ground with a plop.

Jem dropped too, and landed right in front of Roger so that he jumped back before reaching out a hand laying it heavily on his son’s shoulder. Jem looked back at his father and gave him an apologetic smile.

“That… is a… visitor,” Roger answered awkwardly. He wasn’t sure how William would want to be introduced and hedged against his own inclination to call him the lads’ uncle. Germain frowned and looked to Jem who shrugged, still uncertain about how the young man was related to them himself.

Fanny recognized William immediately and was torn between running to him in her excitement and showing how she’d grown in his absence by demonstrating the proper decorum.

“Are ye sure ye dinna want to turn back?” Ian asked Rachel. “We’ve seen them safe back and Uncle Jamie and Auntie Claire willna mind.”

Rachel gave her husband an unamused look that Roger recognized well. He turned his attention to the children and his own wife, politely pretending to ignore the marital exchange happening beside him.

“If thee does not wish to see him then hurry thyself home,” Rachel retorted. “I believe that avoiding him will only prolong and call undo attention to any awkwardness there may be.”

Another sneeze from Brian punctuated his mother’s point and Rachel strode toward Claire, Brianna and William with greater purpose, quickly outpacing Roger and Ian. Roger watched William glance up from Fanny’s excited chattering and spot Rachel approaching. The color rose in the young man’s face as he bowed a greeting to Rachel then looked out to find Roger and Ian still making their approach at a leisurely pace. He nodded to the pair of them as well.

“I take it there’s history between ye?” Roger prompted.

“Aye, and a long one dependin’ on how far back ye wish to go,” Ian explained. “Strictly speaking, I was partly to blame for an embarrassing incident when he first visited ten years or more back.”

“Tha’s a ways alright,” Roger said with a snort. “Ye think he holds a grudge that long?”

“Well, it’s more to do wi’ the fact he fancied Rachel for a time… and likely still does. That I can tell her tales of his childhood humiliation doesna help.”

“What in heaven’s name did ye do to the lad?” Roger asked, glancing across at Ian who couldn’t conceal his amusement at the memory.

“All I’ll say is it ended wi’ him landin’ at the bottom of the privy and me down there soon after, though wi’ a wee bit more of my dignity intact,” Ian chuckled.

Roger snorted. “There’s nae dignity to be had if ye wind up covered in shite, no matter how it happened.”

“Mother Claire did a wonderful job,” William agreed with Fanny as she rattled off some nonsensical tongue twisters to demonstrate her newfound command of speech. “And you appear to like it here,” he added, a hint of question in his voice.

Fanny beamed. “I do. It can be as mad as the brothel and as loud, but I know Jane would have liked it here.” The girl’s smile faltered and her eyes shone as she looked away and took a deep breath.

“I’m glad,” William told her, reaching out and mussing her hair in a playful attempt to bring her back to lighter spirits. “Do you play with the other children or are you in charge of keeping them in order?”

“There’s none will keep Germain in order,” she muttered and Brianna snorted behind her.

“I’m afraid with Jem here it’ll only get worse,” Brianna apologized.

“Fanny, this is Mrs. Mackenzie,” William said by way of introduction. “She’s Mr. and Mrs. Fraser’s daughter.”

“I saw you last night,” Fanny noted. “You came down with Jamie and some others.”

“That’s right,” Brianna nodded.

Fanny turned to William. “Is she your sister? You call her mum ‘Mother Claire,’” Fanny pointed out.

Clearing his throat, William looked to Brianna and caught her smirking with satisfaction. It made him want to laugh as well as groan but the warmer of the two won out.

“Yes, she’s my sister… in a way. Not the same way that Jane was your sister,” William struggled to explain.

“Friend Claire,” Rachel called as she approached the house and garden with Mandy straggling beside her on tiny, tired legs.

Claire rose from a patch in the corner where she’d been weeding and wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, smearing a bit of dirt over one eye like a second eyebrow.

“Rachel! I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” Claire exclaimed, wiping her hands on her apron and scooting around the edge of the fence. “I thought you’d be helping Dottie and Minnie to get settled.”

“My husband’s mother took it well in hand and I was eager to meet thy daughter as thee has told me so much about her,” Rachel explained and smiled at Brianna. “And I must apologize to thee for neglecting thee in my duties as hostess last night. Sister Dottie and the baby took more of my attention than I expected. But I’m glad to finally meet thee… and to see thee again, Friend William,” Rachel added, turning and smiling at him.

“You’re looking well… Mrs. Murray,” William greeted her awkwardly. “And it would appear congratulations are in order,” he nodded to the squirming bundle swaddled against her chest.

“I thank thee. It took us time to settle on a name for him. Brian James Hunter Murray,” Rachel cooed as she looked down at her contented and slumbering son.

“Named for our grandfather,” Brianna said quietly, coming up beside William, Mandy on her hip. “Same as me.”

“Issa bairn,” Mandy informed her new uncle. “He’s too wee for me to hold him yet.”

“It’s more that you’re too wee and not quite gentle enough to hold him yet,” Brianna corrected Mandy.

“He’s no too wee to hold him, is he?” Mandy asked, glancing to William. “Have ye ever held a bairn before?”

William wondered if the child was trying to see how dark a shade of red his face would go.

“As a matter of fact, I have,” he told her. “I brought my cousin and her baby daughter with me yesterday, do you remember?” Mandy nodded. “Well, she couldn’t carry Minnie the whole way by herself.” William thought back to the first terrifying moment Dottie had handed Minnie to him while she’d gone off to relieve herself behind a tree and the way she’d laughed finding he hadn’t moved a muscle in her absence. He had grown more comfortable with practice, however, though he remained paranoid that he would cause some sort of damage to the delicate and vulnerable baby. Every whimper and cry Minnie let out in his arms felt like an accusation.

But they’d been alone then, he and Dottie with the baby, either in unfamiliar towns and settlements or in the wilderness where he was their only source of protection. The weight of that responsibility had been heavier than he realized.

“Would thee like to hold Brian?” Rachel asked, surprising him. She was already pulling the baby free of his sling, his legs pulled up to his belly and his feet curling with what William saw as reluctance.

“Oh… That’s… I don’t…” William sputtered.

“Go on,” Brianna urged with a light bump from her elbow. “I don’t think Mandy’ll believe you till she sees it done.”

“He will be fine with thee,” Rachel insisted, gently settling the baby in William’s arms. “He’s not so breakable as he might seem and I have faith in thee.”

Brian peered up at William with a wariness that suggested he wasn’t as sure about William’s abilities as his mother. But he didn’t fuss or wriggle, just watched William and relaxed as the tension in William began to loosen as well. Brian was heavier than Minnie and longer, but then both Rachel and Ian were taller than Dottie and Brian might be a week or so older than his cousin.

“It would appear you are a natural,” Claire remarked with a smile and rested a reassuring hand on William’s shoulder.

“Mam, I wasna tha’ small too,” Mandy stated, peering down at Brian with skepticism.

“You absolutely were,” Brianna contradicted. “Smaller even. Jem too though he was less inclined to be agreeable at that size. Hungry all the time and hollerin’ for me to feed him.” She gave Rachel a look of commiseration.

“Jem does ‘at now,” Mandy said inspiring a chorus of laughs.

“Wha’s funny?” Jem panted as he and Germain reached the group.

“Nothing. Had enough of climbing trees?” Brianna asked with a tone that told her son what the correct answer to the question should be.

“Aye. Gran, is there anythin’ in here we’re allowed to eat?” Jem turned to Claire, eyeing the stems of some carrots that were in one of the baskets on the ground.

He didn’t seem to notice the renewed laughter as Claire ushered the children to the house with the promise of bread and honey, Brianna following with Mandy still on her hip.

“I can take him back if thee would like to go inside as well,” Rachel offered but William shook his head.

“We’re fine for now,” he assured her, watching the baby blink at him and yawn. “You probably already know this,” William mused quietly, not looking at Rachel who had stepped closer and was leaning over her son to watch him, “but he has your eyes.”

She smiled though he couldn’t see it. “That’s what Ian says. My eyes and his father’s disposition.”

“If tha’s the case ye’ll be in trouble before long,” Roger said, teasing Ian who walked beside him. “Or should I say, he’ll be in trouble before long?” He elbowed Ian lightly in the ribs.

“Tis a trait Friend Claire says men with Fraser blood share,” Rachel agreed with a laugh, smiling at William to show she was including him in her generalization.

“Perhaps tha’s so,” Ian conceded, striding over to William’s side and putting an arm around his shoulders in a familiar and jovial way. “It’s why we must find ourselves women as will follow us in our trouble gladly—or those wi’ a knack for helpin’ us find our way out of it once more. If we’re lucky.”

“It’s clear you have been,” William said with a sincerity that altered the mood. He offered Brian to his father who took him with a confidence born of practice.

“Ye will be too… cousin,” Ian replied, confident in the first sentiment and hesitant in the latter.

William didn’t rebuke him or walk away. Instead he smiled. “I can only hope to be half so lucky.” He glanced to Rachel who beamed at them.

Ian took hold of Brian under his arms and lifted him up to look him in his pouting face. “That would be lucky indeed, would it no?” he asked in a sing-song tone.

Brian sneezed in his face. William watched Rachel as they both laughed and realized he was genuinely happy for her and for Ian.

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likeadrug-ff · 6 years

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F O U R

L O N D Y N

After Loryns grand opening we waited for her to come back so we could go out and celebrate but this hoe never came home. So the girls and I went to bed while mama went back to work. Kaiden ended up sleeping over but left early to check on his brother.

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All this week I had my head in the books studying for my exams. It was definitely crunch time. I had just got done taking my exams and I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I had a good feeling about my results so I called the girls after I got in the car. I leaned the seat back and got comfortable while waiting.

“Waddup bitch?” I could tell that was Leilani stupid ass. Laughing at her I said, “what yall doing tonight?”

“Wait. Can we make this a group face time?” I huffed and pulled the phone away from my ear. I clicked the face time option and seconds later their faces popped up. “Yall hoes aint doin shit.” I mumbled looking at them.

“Girl I just left the shop. Im relaxing so shut up.” Loryn replied. “Speaking of the shop, where you disappear to last week?” Waiting for her reply, she looked away smiling hard, im talking dimples hard. “Must've been with Ace huh? I seen him sneaking in.” Leilani blurted out.

“Girl,” Loryn smacked her teeth, “he came in there talking bout he had a gift for me in the car. I know yall seen me leaving with him. Anyway, we get in the car and this nigga hands me a duffel full of stacks.” My jaw dropped. “This bitch didnt say a stack. Her ass said full of stacks!” Lolani beat me to it. “Girl get out of my head!” I teased.

“This the good part here, he also got me this Pandora bracelet,” she lifted her arm to show us, “and a Cuban link chain. Then gon’ come out his mouth and say, dont get fucked up out here. Remember who ya man is.” We all screamed and gassed it up. “Oh shiiiiit sus! My sista got a man, my sista got a man!” The girls and I sung. The only thing Loryn could muster up was, “I guess so.”

After we all calmed down I repeated my question from earlier. They replied with basically saying nothing. “I just got done taking my exams, and I dont feel like going to work at that bargain store.” Leilani smacked her teeth. “They gon’ fire you yo.” I shrugged. “And I wont give a fuck. Anywho, lets go out tonight? Drinks on me cause I know I aced that shit!”

“Free drinks? Hell to da yeah!” Lolani snapped her fingers and started dancing. In high school I had this friend that made fake IDs. I asked him to make some for us and he did it with no problem. It had our pictures on it but he just changed the birthday. “Thats what Im talking bout. Well Im on my way home so get shit popping.” I hung up on them and cranked my baby up.

When I made it home and inside, the girls had Dreezy playing throughout the house. Mama was still at work of course. I went to my room and hopped in the shower before running the flat iron through my hair. “Let me use your foundation.” Loryn came in the bathroom looking through my cabinets. “Im almost running out now.” Shes been using my shit more than me. “I’ll get you some more.” She replied and walked out with the foundation in her hand.

“Are you ladies ready?” I glanced at the clock and seen it was hitting eight thirty. I had enough time to do my hair, a nice beat and get fly as fuck. I picked up my shoes and everything else I needed before turning the light out and heading in the living room. All my sisters looked good. Right when we were about to walk out mama walked in.

“And where in the hell are yall going?” She examined our outfits and shook her head. “Where the rest of yall clothes at?” I leaned all of my weight on one leg and sighed. “Ma c’mon now.” She kissed our foreheads and said, “please be safe and look out for each other.”

“Oh yeah, can we drive the Rubicon?” Loryn was fidgeting with her hands. Mama cocked her head to the side. “And who will be driving?” They snapped their heads in my direction saying, “Londyn.” She took the keys off the wall and held them to me. “Dont wreck it!” She yelled as we rushed out the house in excitement.

Stepping inside of the club, I drug them to the bar and ordered shots of Hennessy. “Lets get fucked up!” I asked the bartender for another round of shots and after downed them, we went to the dance floor. “Girl dont look now, but I think I see Kaiden.” My head snapped in the direction Loryn was looking in so fast. Now why would this bitch even tell me not to look?

Kaiden and I made eye contact and he gave me a good overlook. When he noticed how I was dressing he got up from the table, whispered something in his brothers ear, who I just noticed was here, and made his way to me. “Wassup ladies?” He greeted my sisters. “You single now or sumn?” I was beyond confused.

“I mean you dressed like you aint got no man so you must be.” I didnt see anything wrong with my outfit. I thought I looked good as fuck. “Fuck wrong witchu Londyn?” I jerked my head back. “Hey to you too, yeah my exams went well today.” I fired off sarcastically. His face softened. “Damn I forgot you had to take ya exams this week.” This nigga here.

“I already know ya smart ass passed that shit so congrats princess.” He lent down pressed his lips to mines. His hands made their way to my ass. “Lets go to the bathroom real quick.” I pushed him back a little and shook my head. “Pause. What are you doing here anyway?” I placed my hands on my hips only for Kaiden to slap them down.

“Working.” He responded nonchalantly shrugging. “With your brother here?” I could already see him catching an attitude. “We goin’ to the bathroom or what?” I rolled my eyes. “No nigga. Buy me a drink.” He pulled his pants up a little and grabbed onto my hips. Walking back to the bar I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Lolani and Karter was looking mighty comfortable, enjoying each others company and shit.

“You tryna be a love doctor I see.” I slid into the small space between him and the bar. I looked up at him as he ordered two Hennessy straights. “Whatchu talkin’ bout?” I gave him my best nigga please face. “Your brother and Lolani?”

Kaiden searched around for them then suddenly stopped. “Girl mind yo business. And for two, I aint even know yall was gon’ be here.” My sister is my business. “That girl is grown believe it or not,” he handed me my drink and I gladly took a sip, “she gon’ do what she wanna do regardless. She probably aint even gon’ give his ass a chance.”

“Why you think that?” He opened his mouth but closed it back shrugging. “Just a guess.” Mhm, you think you slick nigga. Ima just leave it alone until shes ready to tell me about Karter. Downing the rest of our drinks Kaiden wrapped his arms around my waist, swaying our bodies to the music. “I've been missing you like crazy.” He left trails of soft kisses on my neck. “Shit. I cant tell.” I fussed. “I haven't seen you this whole week.”

I poked my bottom lip out. I was really missing my man and only wanted to be under him while studying. “My fault baby. Ive been busy wit work and everythang. Niggas short on money nshit like that.” He sighed looking down at me. I applaud Kaiden for being about his money, I just wished he went about it another way. “You got all my attention.” We were in our own little world. Not giving a damn who seen us slobbering each other down at the bar.

L E I L A N I

Seems like I was the only bitch single out here and the dj had some nerve. Playing slow jams all night. Loryn, who was holding the keys in her purse, handed them over to me about an hour ago. This hoe was ditching us again for Ace. Said he had “plans” for them. Lolani and Londyn were in their own little worlds so I made me way outside and to the jeep.

“Where you been hiding at lil mama?” I knew that voice like the back of my hand. “I been here, just staying lowkey.” I could feel him burning a whole through the back of my head. “Oh yeeeeah, staying lowkey after you killed my child huh?” In a swift second I was facing him.

“Dont,” I held my hand up. “we would've ruined that kid and you know it. You was running around fucking mad hoes.” Jamal took a step towards me and I held my breath. “You aint so innocent LeiLei.” I loved when he called me that. “I never crossed you! Anything I did, was done after you. I know you think I was wrong for killing the baby but I did what was best for us.” I refused to cry. I did enough crying after I aborted my child.

That was something I had to do on my own; without my sisters. Without their comfort. My family was against abortion but I couldn't bring that child into this world knowing I couldn't raise it. “Are you happy without me?” Truth be told I couldn't answer that. “Ive changed LeiLei. And I know Ive said that many time but I mean it this time. Let me show you.” Jamal was never the type to beg.

I met him in middle school and from then we had this love hate relationship. But when it came time for high school we hooked up, and boy we were fucking like rabbits. Everyone thought we were dating so played along not knowing that it would end up serious. The same day I found out about being pregnant was the same day his fuck buddy came to me. Also the same day Jamal got arrested, for damn near killing her.

She wanted to be bold and let him know what she had done, and that was the reaction he gave her in return. “Lei?” He now had his hands on my waist. I missed his touch. I quickly backed up and handed him my phone. “Put your number in and I’ll hit you up. I gotta smoke on this shit.” Without hesitation he put his number in.

When I got my phone back I proceeded on my way. My leg felt like jelly and I was too geeked when I found the truck. I got in the backseat and immediately went for the weed and woods. I cant believe this nigga just popped his ass up on me. How? Why? After all this time you decided to just show up? Now? He just gotta be shitting me man.

It only took me five minuted to roll up and I sparked it with quickness after I was done. I sat in nothing but silence and a cloud full of smoke. Mama would kill me if she knew about me smoking in here but shit, oh well.

Lolani almost made me shit bricks when she knocked on the window. I unlocked the door and opened it. “Why you just aint use ya phone stupid?” I scolded. She shrug ans slid in beside me. “Why you aint getting lit?” I lifted the wood. “I am.” After snatching it from me she questioned,”I mean in there Lei.” She bent down to unzip her heels.

“Yall bitches left me and went after some dick. Loryn is with Ace, Londyn in there swallowing Kaiden tongue and you,” I looked over at her “well shit you here now.” She hit the wood a couple of times before passing it back to me. “Karter wont really bout shit ya know? It was like a one way conversation if you asked me.”

“You could've fooled me.” Smoke got caught in my throat and coughed hard as hell. “You sound like a man.” “Fuck you. But anyways you do know thats gonna be your brother in law?” I took another hit and passed it to her. “Kaiden and Londyn really fucking with each other. So I think you should just let that go sus.” I only wanted the best for my twin.

“Omari has a baby on the way.” “I just seen Jamal.” We blurted at the same time. Lolani quickly put the wood out and turned her body towards me. “Where has he been?” “Your guess is as good as mine. He just popped the fuck up. Scared a bitch too.” Be both shared a laugh. “Nah but listen, he went to jail for beating up a bitch he was cheating with and now he says that he changed. I missed him. A lot.”

I felt like venting so thats what I did. “It was like, during our relationship my whole world revolved around him. I did everything I could for him and it still wasn't enough. He just had to dip into something new.” I picked at my nails. “I ended up getting pregnant but aborted it.” A single tear fell from my eye. “Lei,”

“I never wanted to do it Lolani. I swear! I still think about how fucked up I was for killing an innocent child, but..” Lolani slid close to me and hugged me tight. “Who am I to judge Lei? Im your sister and Im far from innocent.” She kissed my forehead and sighed. “Fuck Jamal. You dont need him. Shit we dont need these niggas girl. You can always find someone better who will literally worship the ground you walk on. Trust me, I know.”

She continued comforting me until our phones chimed. It was Londyn letting us know that she was going on home with Kaiden. “Andrews?” Without saying a word we both jumped in the front. Might as well eat before we head home. “You better air this shit out.” Lolani reminded me.

#dave east #dave east ff #dave east fanfic #trey songz #trey songz ff #trey songz fanfic #beauty_newnew #lauren london #lauren london ff #lauren london fanfic #deja hiott #dyme taylor #lala anthony

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blackrosesfanfic · 5 years

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Chapter 188

Cammie

"I sit around here complaining all the damn time. For what?"

Baby laughs. "Oh bitch please. Let me tell you some complaining. Yesterday, Kain come home mad as shit. So apparently some cop noticed him from a family photo that... Get this. Chris Brown put up. Kain mad because the cop let him off into front of his friends. Didn't check to see what he had in his pockets."

I laugh. "What fid he have?"

"Girl, some fucking cocaine, Oxy, and weed. Oh and a damn glock. He gonna tell me he done with all that shit after that. I'm like nigga you..."

"Yo?" Kain says in the phone.

I chuckle. "Kain."

"Aye, can I talk to Trey?"

"Call him. No. I'm talking."

He stucks his teeth. "Man, you act like I got that man number. Fuck, I walk around with celebrities numbers and shit too?" he starts laughing. "Naw, Bae, for real. I don't have my phone. Tell him to hit me up on Boo phone."

"Tremaine!"

"Copy." he says through the baby monitor.

I look behind me at it. "Call... Kain wants to talk to you."

"Who?"

"Kain. Baby baby... Okay. My sister boyfriend." I snap.

Baby comes back to the phone. "You a fucking bitch. Get her. You just gonna let her cry? Yes you did wake her up. Kain! Hold on, Cammie, let me get my baby."

"Okay."

A few seconds later the phone hangs up. I take it from my ear putting it down on the table next to the rocking chair. Ironically it's me and Lane rocking in Caden's chair inside Caden's room with no Caden. Trey walks into the room eating.

"Why would I have your sister number?" Trey says.

"Trey?" I take the blanket off Lane.

He scrunches up his face. "I was about to fucking say why the hell Caden look so big. What the hell you doing with Lane big ass in your lap? Where Caden?"

"Chris I think."

"What Kain wants?"

I scrunch. "He not going to tell me. He weird like that. Come get Lane. Tremaine, I want to go out."

"Let's go." he says walking across the room. "Name it. Paris?"

"Stop playing. People don't go out to Paris."

Trey takes Lane all wildly. He does wake up. "We not people. Plus people do."

"I want to go to dinner. That's it."

"Need a bodyguard dinner or don't need a bodyguard dinner?"

I look at him. "Don't need a bodyguard dinner, Tremaine."

"So fancy fancy $100 entrée dinner."

"If it means no bodyguard. Oh and I'm not driving so if you want wine get a driver."

"Picky."

"Pinky?"

He laughs then leaves out the room. "Get ready."

"Tremaine you take longer than me. I got to pump." I say starting to get up. "Oh."

"Yeah." Chris says walking in with a fussing Caden.

I reach my arms out. "There's no milk?"

He places him down gently. "I didn't check."

"Jay, Buggiz in town."

"Why you called him? I said no bodyguard."

"Where are you going?" Chris asks me.

I shrug. "Nowhere if my nigga don't get his life right."

Chris laughs. "Your nigga huh? Okay, Cammie. When he get himself together?"

"To dinner. That's all."

"Yeah?"

"Nobody else. Sorry." I say reaching in my shirt. "So are you going to go away so I can feed my baby?"

He scrunches his eyebrows. "Breastfeeding not sexual."

"You gonna look at my breast and not think anything sexual?"

"Don't start shit." he says walking out of the room.

I laugh. He knows good and well that he not gonna look at my breast and not think anything. We might have gotten over that hump but I'm still a woman and he is still a man. Trey comes in the room smiling really hard.

"I have great reservations."

"Why are you smiling so hard?"

He gestures with his head behind himself. "Check out this kid."

"Tremaine?"

"JJ?" Trey says smiling at me.

JJ walks into the room naked. "Tremaine?"

"JJ?" I snap.

"Mommy." he says looking at me then running out. "I going to put on my pants, okay?"

I shake my head. "Why does he keep stripping? He just got in trouble earlier about the same thing. Now he naked again."

Trey gets down on the floor facing me. "I really want to have a baby girl."

"Tremaine."

"I know your body needs two years. I know. I have to plan my life years in advance. I could be booked for something a year from now with ease. You know this. I think I want to slow down when Lane gets ready for really school."

I stare at him to see how hard he thinking about it. "Well how convenient is it to be 2 years from now?"

"Yeah." he says coming closer to me. "There's a lot of ways to settle down as an entertainer. What do you want to do? As in me."

"I... I don't even know nothing. What options?"

He wraps his arms around my waist then lies his head on my lap. "Movies. They take up more time but i will be home more. A business. Lots of businesses. They take up time. It takes time to make money."

"Tremaine you want me to be honest?"

"Yes." he says holding his head up.

I touch his nose. "I feel some type of way about my fave telling me he not going to make music. What the fuck will I fucking do then?"

He smiles then comes up in my face. "That's what you thinking about when I'm trying to plan our life?"

"I mean... Yeah. I like Trey Songz."

"Well, I'll be Mr. Steal Your Girl for you."

Caden lets out a loud scream then stops. I take my nipple out of his mouth then put him to the other one. He starts fanning his hand hitting my breast. He hits himself in the face then stops moving altogether. Trey laughs then rub Caden's cheek. Caden wasn't even sucking. Trey squeezes his cheeks making him kick his feet.

"I'm not going to be touring and shit leaving the kids for days and weeks. Not being there for school shit. I want to be that dad. The one who knows all the teachers and coaches his son's basketball team. That's the dad I have always been in my head."

"Okay then get you an artist. But don't stop music. The songs that you came out with lately has really been amazing. I still want that. You can be dad and Trey Songz."

He rubs my side. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Aye, bruh." Forrest says then walks back out the room. "Why aren't you covered?!"

I chuckle covering up. "Sorry, Forrester."

"Chris said y'all going out." Forrest says coming in the room.

"Oh." Trey says getting off the floor. "Yeah."

Forrest reaches out for Caden. "I'll take the pest."

"Don't call him that."

"Lane calls him the shitter."

"No he does not." I snap.

Forrest holds up on hand. "I swear to you not."

"So you lying?"

"Sure." Forrest says taking Caden.

"Oh burp him. Trey stopped him from feeding." I say straightening myself under the blanket.

Forrest hands Caden to Trey. "I don't know how to do that. He too small."

Trey flips Caden over in his arms making him face the floor. "I'm a pro at this shit."

"You not a..." I start. Caden burps. "Who taught you that?"

"Get off my back." Trey says giving Caden to Forrest. "Wife come."

Trey

Cammie comes out of the closet holding up her shoes. "Do we have a lot of walking to do?"

"Come here, Jay."

"I'm going to wear my flat shoes."

"No." I say trying to get her to come to me. "Jay?"

She walks over to me examining the shoes. "I don't know where these shoes came from. Your mother must have been in my closet again. What did Kain want with you?"

"He wanted to know if I would give him $40,000."

"What?" she says lowering the shoes. "Who has that... I mean why the hell would you give him that amount of money? What he tryna do bail the who town out?"

I chuckle. "He wanted to get his homeboy out of jail. Yeah."

She stares at me. "And what did you say?"

"Jay, he wanted to know if I mind them coming here. He was saying that he knew you would say yes so he wanted to hear from me."

"Mommy didn't say that they were coming."

I rub her hips and ass. "He didn't tell her yet. He don't want her telling her friends. He thinks that is part of the reason their house keep getting broken into. He just gonna pack them up and drive here."

"That's gonna be a lot of people."

"They can stay at my place uptown."

She puts hed hands on her hips. "Why the fuck do you still have that?"

"Damn, for my other bitch." I say then quickly change it. "I haven't gotten around to getting it market ready."

"To sell it?"

"I got to paint, polish, replace shit, and some other things to get what I want for it. Aye, you remember that island we went to for our honeymoon?"

She puts her hands on her hips. "Wait so he didn't ask you for money?"

"No." I say kissing her stomach. "Jay, let's stay home."

"No." She spats moving away from me.

I sigh. "I tried. Jayla, I sold that spot on the island."

She shrugs. "It's just a place."

"Very true. I want to own a house in a foreign country."

"Tremaine?"

I run my hand up her thigh. She leans over kissing my lips. It almost paralysis me. I take my hand to her pussy pushing against her clit. She climbs on my lap still kissing me. It's one of those rare moments when Jayla is in control of everything. She loves watching me do all the work while she fantasizes or some shit. I bring her closer to me. She lifts up her body reaching inside my pants. I adjust my pants. She slides on my dick. I grab her sides pulling her to me more.

"Tremaine!"

"Hmm."

She pushes me back. "Get your fucking nails out my back. You being a bitch."

I run my hands down her body to her legs then let them flop on the bed as I lay back. She pulls on my pants a bit. I don't move to help her get them out of her way. I'm going to act dead. She leans towards me rubbing my chest with one hand. I watch her in a state of hypnosis. Her hair falls from where she had it neatly tucked.

"Your car is here!" someone says knocking.

It wakes me from my trance. Cammie was now sitting up straight circling her hips on mine. I sit up running one hand behind her back and grabbing the back of her neck with the other hand. I kiss her neck. She moans to my touch. I stand up while she continues to move then I turn around laying her on the bed. She wraps her legs around me. I bite on her neck and try to get her legs from around me. She was still moving her body at her own tempo. I grind against her trying to break her rhythm. She tenses up her body and screams. Fuck. I start kissing her lips. I lost. I had already busted by the time she let go of me.

"I fucking hate always gotdamn talking through a fucking door." April spats. "Are you fucking going or should I send this gotdamn car away?"

"Damn hold the fuck on." I snap.

Cammie pushes me off of her. "You had to fucking say it like that?"

"Did she?"

Cammie touches the side of my dick with her foot. "Maybe we should let the car go."

"You wanted to go out." I spat. "I already paid for the reservation. Why stay?"

"We can go." she shrugs. "I just thought I would pay some extra attention to you."

I frown looking at her foot on my dick. What the hell that means? I touch her foot. She was pressing it against my balls and that shit felt good. Go out to dinner or find out what Cammie paying me close attention means? She never fucking said that before. I jerk from the racing satisfaction she was causing. I rub on her calf then get closer to the bed. She moves her foot to my hip stopping me.

"You have to go pay the driver and cancel the reservations."

"I..." I look at my dick. "Do I have to?"

She sits up in the bed touching my side. "It's the right thing to do. I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm afraid of the moment leaving."

"It's not going anywhere either. Go ahead now." she says pushing me as if I were Lane.

I pick up my pants. She stands up off of the bed and walk away. I go to the door and open it. April was in the hall talking on the phone. She pauses like she had a problem with me. I make eye contact with her then walk away. I guess we beefing or some shit.

"Where is Cammie?" Amber asks as I walk out the front door.

"Where are you going?"

She shrugs a bit. "Me and MiMi just going to her aunt's house."

"Dressed like that?" I open my wallet. I give her the piece of paper. "Go to the dinner reservations I made."

"Why aren't you going? It was so cute seeing you about to go out. Are yall good?" she says not wanting to take the paper.

I give her a hundred dollar bill. "Here to pay for appetizers."

"Money." MiMi says taking it.

"They not going out." Amber says disappointed.

MiMi looks at the paper. "How come?"

I smirk. "We got better things to do."

"Oh really." MiMi says reaching her hand into my wallet. "Don't fucking be cheap. You were going to spend way more than $100 tonight."

"Well I guess if you not fighting." Amber shrugs.

"They fucking." MiMi says counting to see how much she took. "Ok, I'm happy. Be safe kids. Let's go Ambrosia."

Amber giggles walking down the steps. "We being hookers. We did not tell our men we were going to eat."

I walk back in the house. Lane was standing there looking at me with sleepy sad eyes. I close the door then take my shirt off. If he sees me undressing he will go on about his bisiness. I walk by him still standing there.

"You okay, Man?" I ask him.

"Where Mommy?" he asks.

I continue walking. "You didn't see her in the room."

"Mommy not in room."

"Did you check the bathroom? She must be in the bathroom.

Lane goes the other way. "Nanma?"

"Yes, baby." she says.

"Lane was looking for you." I say to no onw closing the door.

Cammie comes out the bathroom looking fucking delicious. "I was talking to that kid. Don't let him play with your mind. He asked where you was. I told him you were paying the car driver. He used the bathroom then he left."

I chuckle. "You look tasty."

"Come here let me make you look tasty."

"I don't want to look like you." I say walking to her.

She giggles. "I have this in blue. You sure?"

I kiss her titties. "Why make them look so good?"

"You can do what you want with them. If you don't mind a little milk."

"I don't fucking mind nothing that comes from you."

She takes my shirt off then unbuttons my pants. "You don't need nothing on to make you look tasty."

I step out of my clothes. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing." she says then kneels down until she level with my dick.

"I'll be quiet." I say turning my lips into my mouth.

She smiles at me then touch the tip of my dick to her closed lips. I smile back at her. It seem like time stopped and she was the only thing moving in slow motion. She sticks out her tongue gently brushes my head. I take a deep breath. She circles the tip the takes it into her mouth. I had to stop watching her show or I was going to bust. I close my eyes. Once again I feel her tongue on my dick. I was so tempted to open my eyes.

"Fuck." I hiss.

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nancythebisexualslutwheeler · 6 years

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Ship ask- Jonathan&Nance💞

So I got two anon requests for this- so here’s to both of you. Cheers. xxx

who hogs the duvet- Jonathan cause he’s always cold and so small. And Nancy likes when he sleeps with no shirt on!

who texts/rings to check how their day is going- Nancy constantly messages Jonathan a billion messages about her day, with 800 emojis and constantly asks how he is.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts- Jonathan. Being poor will do that to you, you can turn anything into a gift. And Nancy always gets so excited about everything that Jonathan loves doing it.

who gets up first in the morning- Nancy. Only because Jonathan is always taking forever taking forever to fall asleep because he’s scared of his nightmares, so when he doesn’t have a nightmare, then Nancy lets him sleep until he wants to get up.

who suggests new things in bed- Nancy. She’s into everything and pretty confident in her body, she started masturbating at a young age. Jonathan struggles to ask for what he wants, so Nancy is always suggesting something new and Jonathan loves it, much like he loves when she takes control and shows him what she wants. He’s so in awe of her he doesn’t know how to handle it.

who cries at movies- Nancy. Only because Jonathan doesn’t cry, he’s been through too much in his life to cry over someone else.

who gives unprompted massages- Jonathan. He just wants to take care of her all the time. And he’s good at it, one of the few things he thinks he’s good at.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick- OK I STRUGGLED. But let’s do Jonathan, just because Joyce was always working and Will was a very sick child, he was always getting the flu, or colds, or pink eye or ear infections, and he would spend the night crying, no matter what Jonathan did. He’d tried soup and crackers, and peanut butter toast and home remedies and everything, but it didn’t work out. Nancy is obviously much better than a child, wrapping herself in all the blankets, shivering even though she has a high fever. She eats the soup he heats up for her and mostly just wants to sleep and cuddles, though she doesn’t want him to get sick, but he usually ends up getting it anyway, so he breaks off some layers of the blankets and lays with her, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face as she dozes.

who gets jealous easiest- NANCY. Because everyone flirts with Jonathan, and why wouldn’t they - He’s tall with lithe muscles and bright eyes and a soft smirk and high cheekbones and he wears shirts that are too big for him and show off his biteable collarbones BUT JONATHAN NEVER NOTICES. So they’ll be sitting in line at the grocery store, Jonathan going to pay and the cashier flirting and teasing him, finding any excuse to touch him- just collect the coupons bitch like there’s no reason to touch him!!! And what is she, chopped liver?! Like she is a very cute and beautiful girl and they look nothing alike so Nancy is just pissed and she SLAMS the bread on the conveyor belt and storms up to Jonathan whos just letting this bitch STROKE his arm, and she slides a hand into his back pocket and squeezes, “Babe, hurry up, we’ve gotta get home,” she says stretching up to kiss his cheek. And he just turns like a dork and is like “Why do we have to get home?” The girls face turns red as Nancy turns Jonathan’s face towards hers and kisses him deeply, purposefully smearing her bright red lipstick across his mouth, “That’s why,” she says with a smirk and he blushes and the girl slams the register drawer closed a little too hard and Nancy glares, daring her to say something, and they pack the groceries and when they get in the car, Nancy smacks Jonathan’s thigh, “What the hell!” but again Jonathan had no clue she was even flirting and he just stares at her eyes wide as she goes on about what is she chopped liver, with his wide eyes and red mouth and he swears he never even looks at anyone but her - and there’s red lipstick on his canine which makes Nancy laugh and she says, “ok ok I believe you”

who has the most embarrassing taste in music- Nancy, only because Jonathan is lowkey pretentious when it comes to music.

who collects something unusual- Jonathan, but again idk what he would collect.

who takes the longest to get ready - Nancy. She is Karen Wheeler’s daughter of course and she always wants to look nice because Jonathan is always complimenting her lashes and kissing her lipstick off and Will is always asking how she looks so sparkly (highlight) and Joyce taught her how to do perfect winged eyeliner.. I’m crying in the club.

who is the most tidy and organised- Jonathan. Nancy has no concept of being organized, and always messes up Jonathan’s CDs because she promises she remembers which one it is that had her favorite songs but she never does and she doesn’t understand why he needs them in alphabetical order anyway.

who gets most excited about the holidays- Jonathan, they never had much money and his mom did have to work most holidays, at least part of the day, but she always cooked amazing homemade meals and made sure Will was taken care of and there was always so much love and happiness and Nancy has never really had that with her family, so he’s excited and cant even be embarrassed that they’re eating TV dinners on the living room floor watching home alone and Will has already eaten nine christmas cookies. Nancy laughs and places her bet on Will eating more cookies than Jonathan to which Jonathan just says “Are you sure you wanna go there Wheeler?”

who is the big spoon/little spoon - Jonathan is the big spoon!

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports- Jonathan hates sports and is a big baby so Nancy is competitive and fierce and doesn’t ever want Jonathan on her team cause the boy has no sense of winning and she NEEDS to win.

who starts the most arguments- Nancy- Jonathan is too passive and lets Nancy walk all over him, and when she calls him out on it or tries to apologize for something bitchy she said, he acts like its fine because people usually talk to him anyway they want anyway, and then she gets mad and they start arguing.

who suggests that they buy a pet - NANCY BEGS. Jonathan eventually takes her shopping for a kitten.

what couple traditions they have- They go on long drives out to the edge of town and sit on the hood of Jonathans car and blast music and smoke weed and make out and talk about how they’re going to run away from Hawkins together. (However Nancy knows he’ll never leave his family and Jonathan knows she only started dating him to make her parents angry and no matter how sweetly she says “I love you” they’re only 17 and it will never last)

what tv shows they watch together- they don’t watch a ton of TV, they’d rather listen to music or watch a movie, but Will got them started on Narcos and Game of Thrones.

what other couple they hang out with - Steve and Kali cause why wouldn’t I go there? (;

how they spend time together as a couple - Smoking weed, listening to music, cuddling, making out, driving, fucking, cooking, babysitting Will and El and Mike.

who made the first move- Nancy because Jonathan is dense as a fucking pound cake. He notices Nancy’s flirting a bit more now but still, he wasn’t perfect.

who brings flowers home- Jonathan. But Nancy brings Jonathan new CDs just as often.

who is the best cook- THIS IS HARD. Shit. Ok. Let’s go with Jonathan ONLY BECAUSE they never had shit so he can make a meal out of ANYTHING. Real Talk. So I think that would make him the better cook. Also his grandmother used to own a bakery so this little dude can BAKE. And Nancy said his chocolate cake was better than an orgasm and so she always makes him make dessert and she makes her little hotdishes which are also bomb but again, when he can make Hamburger Helper taste homemade.. that’s good. But also Jonathan’s best meal is beef tips and gravy and homemade mashed potatoes and homemade biscuits - Nancy is convinced he’s trying to make her fat, And Nancy’s best meal is lasagna and garlic bread. (yes this bitch can WHIP together a fyre ass lasagna, Karen didn’t raise no bitch.)

#jancy #headcanons #mine #asks

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onewfantaesy · 6 years

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Prince au: Taemin has come into the crown at his 21st birthday. During his youth, he was a wilder child and only wanted to be normal. So he rebelled any time he could and in the end it causes problems. The people doubted him for being wreckless and wild, drinking/fighting and sleeping around. The men felt he was too scrawny and "pretty" to rule as king. But he makes it, the people think he's finally mature and accept him. Then turns out he's got a 6 year old kid. he was 16. Problems again.

Taemin was the nation’s Party Prince. From the time he was in middle school until just recently, he was rumored to have parties in the basement of his father’s palace, smoking weed and drinking alcohol with his friends when he was home alone. There were pictures of him, sixteen and drunk well below the legal drinking age, being escorted out of clubs with a wild look on his face. Videos of him dancing much too promiscuously for a teenage prince who should have been brought up knowing better than that, rocking his hips, biting his lips, his eyes half-lidded and dazed and clearly out of his mind. Kissing super models and commoner girls and throwing money at strippers. He was the Wild One, the Bad Boy, the Prince Gone Wild that all the mothers told their girls to watch out for.

He was the royal that the men of the kingdom made fun of. He was the boy who danced to club songs, danced like a girl, swayed his hips and messed up his hair on purpose; he wasn’t their version of a man. In their minds, he would never be King. He wasn’t strong enough.

But then Taemin, the Wreckless Wonder, became King on his twenty-first birthday. His father had died when he was very young, his grandmother was too old and stepped down from her place as Queen, and Taemin was thrust into a role he wasn’t really ready for. It was as if one moment he was out drinking with party girls and humping night club goers, and the next morning he was pushed out onto a balcony in a cape and a crown while a scepter and jewel was placed into his hands, an oath forced from his lips and his grandmother waving a sword from one of his shoulders to the next, naming him King.

Despite his track record, Taemin takes his role as King very seriously. He stops partying, stops going out to clubs, even stops drinking as much as he used to. He buries himself in his work, doesn’t give himself time to even think about drinking or drugs or partying. For a few blessed months, he’s scandal free. He has nothing but good press. But then the school year starts, and it’s all over the media about how King Taemin is bringing a small tiny kindergartener to his first day of school.

Taemin walked hand-in-hand with little Key, holding onto the boy’s backpack while they walked with a bodyguard up to the kindergarten. Most media kept their distance, afraid of getting too close to the King, but there were the fair few who were close enough to hear the exchange of:

“Daddy, I’m scared.”

“But you’ll have so much fun, bubby; you love school.”

Taemin, in all his well-groomed glory, was walking this chubby-cheeked, angelic little five-year-old to kindergarten, calling him bubby, holding his hand, being called Daddy. It was all over the news before lunch.

Taemin didn’t want to make a big deal about his son starting school. The headmaster of course knew that Key was the King’s son, was a Prince, but Taemin stood outside with all the other parents, knelt down next to his little boy when Key got upset, hugged him tight and kissed his cheek, and carried his backpack and lunch pale for him. And his backpack wasn’t some stuffy satchel like Taemin had when he was a child, but had a cartoon character on it (Key’s favorite), and his lunch pale matched, and his uniform was just messy enough to make him look like any other child that was attending the school. If Taemin wasn’t so popular, everyone would have guessed he was any other parent walking their child to their first day of school.

Except Taemin was 21, and Key was 5, and Taemin had clearly been a Teen Dad, and that was certainly Taemin’s first official scandal as King.

When Taemin picked Key up at the end of the day, the boy refused to walk on his own. He was upset, and tired, and he absolutely insisted, “Daddy, carry me.”

So Taemin walked home, carrying Key in his arms, Key’s backpack slung over his shoulder and the lunch pale tied to one of the backpack’s straps. The bodygaurd walked with them, and both adults asked Key about his first day, if he had fun, if he made any friends. Taemin kissed Key’s head and smiled and fixed his hair.

“Daddy’s so proud of you,” Taemin was heard saying. “Teacher said you were a very good boy today.”

“I’m always good,” Key said.

Taemin laughed, looked to the bodyguard with a smirk, and then tickled the back of Key’s neck.

“Always good my ass,” Taemin teased. Many people were in an uproar about King Taemin cursing to a child.

But what the public didn’t see was Key laughing maniacally at Taemin’s words, digging his face in Taemin’s neck, and squeezing his hands around Taemin’s hair. They didn’t see Key smile at Taemin and kiss his cheek and leave a big, sloppy wet splotch on it for Taemin to scrunch his nose up at. They didn’t see Taemin wipe his slobber-covered cheek on Key’s face, or the laugh that Taemin let out when Key rubbed their noses together.

After a week of speculation and pictures of Taemin taking Key to school, there was finally an announcement from the palace. It involved an official picture of King Taemin with the newly revealed Prince Kibum, fondly known as Key. It was announced that Prince Kibum turned five-years-old that September and just started kindergarten, and that he was in fact King Taemin’s biological son.

It wasn’t said, but the Queen had forced a paternity test when Key was born, when his mother insisted that Taemin was the father and that the royal family needed to take her baby in because of it. Taemin was definitely the father, no doubt about it, and Taemin had been the only parent Key had known from then on. The mother wanted nothing to do with him, had insisted that the royal family be the only ones to care for him.

Taemin had been devastated. He had been sixteen, had been in love with the mother of his child, or at least as “in love” as a teenager could be. But she had been eighteen, it hadn’t technically been legal for them to even be together sexually, and she was lucky she wasn’t thrown in jail for “seducing” the underage prince. She had been ordered to stay away from both Taemin and the child, and while Taemin fully took on the responsibility of raising his son, he had been heart broken that the mother had been ordered away from him.

And Queen Boa, for as lovely and loving as she was to the common people, had practically ostracized both Taemin and Key from the rest of the royal family after Key’s birth. They were given body guards and butlers and maids and a palace to live in, but Taemin had always been the one to make sure his son had a home. Both Taemin’s parents had died when he was young, when he was just ten-years-old, and he had been put into his grandparents’ care. But Queen Boa and her husband were too busy to raise a small child, Taemin was often left unattended at his father’s former estate. The Prince was left alone with nothing but butlers and maids and chefs and chauffeurs, but they weren’t family, they were servants, and for as much as they tried to be the family Taemin lost, it wasn’t the same. Taemin wanted to make sure his son had a family, and if that meant Taemin had to be both mother and father, then so be it. Taemin changed diapers and sang lullabies and played with race cars and dolls. Taemin did everything he asked Key’s nannies to help with. He couldn’t do it all on his own, not at such a young age when the Queen was still demanding he go to school, but he made sure he could do everything any other parent would have to do.

When people started putting together the age Taemin had to have been when Key was born, all hell broke loose. Taemin’s reign as King was questioned, because if a boy could go knock up a girl with such little care or thought, how could he rule a kingdom? And who was the boy’s mother?

When the mother started making a fuss, hell froze over. She was saying that she wanted to see her son, she wanted something to do with his life, wanted to be part of Key’s life. But Taemin said that she all but thrust Key onto him when the boy was born, had given up all rights before the Queen asked her to, and that she had no right to barge into their son’s life now that he was a known Prince.

Taemin was getting shit on from the press and people for his past party boy tendencies, but everyone was very honest about how good of a father he was being. He wasn’t exposing his kid to all the bullshit that was happening, and he was making sure that Key was having fun at kindergarten, and that told the public everything they needed to know about their former party boy prince.

Taemin was a King now, but before that, he was a father, and he took both roles very seriously.

#taemin #key #shinee #wantonewsbabies #it's amazing how decent this is considering how much wine i've had #there's gonna be more there has to be more obvi #gonna be more cute taekey fatherson moments #party prince au

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starrycuffs · 6 years

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Can you write an Imagine where Connor betrays the reader in some way Evan did, so The Reader (And Possibly the others) sing 'Good For You'?

CONNOR MURPHY X READER

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PT. 1 - PT. 2

⠀ it had been approximately TWO months into your friendship with connor murphy. the story of how you two met was somewhat lengthy, but to put it shortly; the murphy family was not the only family that knew of a la mode. long ago, your families had met there and due to a stroke of luck, your father had landed a job in larry murphy’s law firm. after a company picnic and your mothers sending you two off together because ‘connor just needs some new friends, Y/N, you should just go talk to him,’ the two of you had become close... after about two weeks of trying to be his friend, that is. in the span of these two months; you had witnessed somethings a bit... intense, to say the least.

⠀ you were situated in connor’s room; the two of you laying on his bed listening to an old album of some band you didn’t know the name of. connor had had a stressful day, his family seemed to be at his throat that entire day whether it be about scheduling a hair cut appointment (he liked his hair just fine), or about how they had to go back to school shopping before august (school didn’t start until the last day of august- it didn’t make ANY sense), so , you two decided to just relax today. it was one of the last days you knew that you would be able to spend the entire night together without either of your parents fussing about needing to be up early the next day.

⠀ zoe had a friend over, alana beck, if you could remember correctly. the two were giggling on zoe’s room, shrill laughter filling the hallway of the large murphy home. you could feel the tension in the room growing as connor’s patience had begun to wear thin, his lengthy yet nimble fingers tapping anxiously on his dark bed covers. before you could even think of reaching out to him in an attempt to calm him down, he had picked himself up and out of the room, his boot clad feet stomping obnoxiously down the hallway as his fist collided with zoe’s door repeatedly.

⠀ “can you both SHUT the FUCK up? there are other people living here too, you know?”

⠀ “you could just LEAVE, y’know connor? Y/N has a car!”

⠀ before things could escalate further, you had rushed out into the hallway after him, clearing your throat. “you know, she’s right. we could just leave. go for a drive? calm down a bit?” your voice was soft, not wanting to cause him any added emotion that could set him off. you loved spending time with connor, but you had to admit, sometimes it felt like you were walking on broken glass around him; using the wrong tone or word could result in a meltdown, but you knew it wasn’t his fault either. you had seen him try to control himself, his temper. how his chipped nails would dig into his palm, so tightly that at times it would draw blood, or how his breathing would become deep and ragged as he grew more frustrated. connor was... connor. a complete individual who just needed extra caution.

⠀ he didn’t disagree with your offer as his lips pressed down into a tightline, his tired eyes narrowing into slits as his stare burned into the floor momentarily.

⠀ “i really don’t mind,” you reiterated, your tongue darting out to swipe across your dry lips as his gaze returned to yours. and with that, you tow had ventured downstairs, to your car. that night, you had spent three hours just driving around, listening to music. of course, there was conversation, but it was minimal. but this time gave you the opportunity to really get to KNOW connor- not mentally, but physically. at each stop light, as the red glow of the light would soak into the car and cast over his angular face, you were able to examine his features. the curved bridge of his nose and the bow of his thin lips. how when the wind would pour into the car and splay his hair across the headrest of the passenger seat. each time you had glanced to him, your mouth would go dry. it was this night that you realized that you had feelings for connor. you knew he was more than his aggression, his moodswings, his depression. it was a part of him but not ALL of him. you found yourself resisting the urge to reach over and intertwine your fingers and squeeze tightly, to draw him back to the real world.

⠀ sometimes you wish you had. after that night, connor had been distant, more closed off that he had ever been with you. it was almost as if the two of you were strangers again. as your senior year had rolled around, you hadn’t even seen connor on the first day... nor the three days following it. as it had turned out, connor had attempted suicide for the second time. luckily, it hadn’t been successful. you listened to the students around you whisper about him. about how they all had amazing memories of THE connor murphy and how they felt SO bad for him. fury had slowly built in your chest as you listened to them talk- you knew none of them cared about connor, not before this incident, at least.

⠀ the weeks following connor’s suicide attempt were... strange. when he had returned to school he was swamped with attention and sympathy. each time you would try and go up to him, you would be pushed away by others. according to ‘the connor project,’ evan hansen was his best friend (not you), and despite you knowing how untrue this was, connor WENT with it. you would watch the interviews with connor on facebook... how he NOW had help, how he was going through therapy and how he had made some amazing friends.

⠀ after nearly six months of not talking to connor, you knew that, unfortunately, your heart could not take any more of the neglect from him. no matter how often you had tried to talk to him, he ‘hadn’t seen you.’ no matter how often you tried to text him, he wouldn’t reply. you were preparing for college now- cleaning out your room with your mom. by the end of clearing out anything that wasn’t necessary for the last three months of school and for your future, you had compiled a few random boxes, but one box in particular was of interest. it was filled with miscellaneous things of connor’s, from the nights he would come over after a fight with his parents or zoe, or both. sweaters, a pack of cigarettes, a small baggie of weed (which you had to hide from your mother), a few CDs and a few other random things. rather than throw it out, which you so GREATLY wanted to do out of spite, you decided to bring his belongings to his house.

⠀ after a fifteen minute drive and a practiced speech of what you wanted to say to him- would you be mean? nice? or would you just not say anything? as your knuckles rapped against the oak door that belonged to the murphy’s, your face dropped when connor had answered the door. if you listened closely you could hear a girl calling out to him from the living room. your jaw clenched tightly as you stared up at him.

⠀ “Y/N? what’re you doing here?”

⠀ “bringing over a box of your things. since we aren’t talking anymore, i figured you’d want your shit back,” before he could respond to you, the girl, the one who you assumed was the one you had heard earlier had walked to the door, her nose scrunching once she saw you.

⠀ “who is this?” she asked with a tone of disgust, her brow raised.

⠀ “thats... Y/N... she’s...”

⠀ “i’m not anything to him, don’t worry,” you spat out, shoving the box into connor’s hands. almost immediately, you turned on your heel, a string of obscenities leaving your lips as you began to storm towards your car which was parked on the street.

⠀ “Y/N,” he called after you, dismissing himself from the girl that was by the door.

⠀ as soon as you had seen him following after you, you had stopped in your tracks, “so, you found a place where the grass is greener and you jumped the fence to the otherside.” your voice was soft, your fingers digging into your palm much like his did whenever he was frustrated. “is it good? are they giving you a world i could never provide?”

⠀ as your words were strewn out at him, he stared blankly at you, your finger jabbing into his chest with light force as you finally were able to express your emotions, “well i hope you’re proud of your BIG decision. i hope it’s all you want and more, now you’re FREE of the agonizing life you were living before!” the sarcasm seemed to ooze from your lips unfiltered as your eyes remained narrowed at him. soon, you had walked away from him, towards your car, though it didn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth, drawing attention from strangers around you.

⠀ “and you say what you need to say, so that you get to walk away. it would KILL you to have to stay trapped when you’ve got something new. well i’m sorry you had it rough, and i’m sorry i’m not enough. thank GOD they rescued you.” before connor could even squeeze in a word, you pulled open your car door, your last words leaving your lips softly, barely heard above the wind.

⠀ “i’ll shut my mouth and let you go, is that good for you?”

#connor murphy #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen imagine #deh #deh imagine #i feel like connor is a BIT ooc at the end?#i'm sorry thAT IT ISN'T THE WHOLE SONG #I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO.... DO THAT #but i imagine the other people singing would be zoe and mAYBE his parents?#but not jared and alana i don't think #maybe alana #IDK IDK IDK #i hope u like it

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