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yestrnight · 8 months

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hiiiii!! if you do sub readers, can you do a sub ditzy/dumb slime reader who gets fucked by kaveh and alhaitham? if you don’t wanna you don’t have to, but thanks for reading this!! nd i really loved the other slime reader fics!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACTIN' LIKE A DAMN HYPOCRITE !

FROM: kaveh / gn! slime! reader / haitham

SUBJECT: you did something wrong and now you're fucked. literally. except i did not do the request and it became kaveh and haitham fighting over you while you get plowed and haitham's a hypocrite the entire time.

( gn reader but they have a CÙNT, seeex, idk this is pretty tame bois )

no matter how endearing you are— all of your gurgly-voiced, innocent-eyed adorableness— one cannot just let you roam free without some sort of discipline. after all, who knows what you're capable of? you're a humanoid slime that kaveh picked out of nowhere, that alone should raise some bells, and plus the fact that you were sucking the living soul out of their dicks every day should warrant you a damn collar.

alhaitham raises his brow at his roommate, who coddles and coos at you in your slime form. "this is why the pesky thing keeps thrashing our room. you spoil them too much."

kaveh stops babbling to you in baby-talk just to shoot his roommate a glare. "oh, shush you. even if they look like a human, they're still a slime through and through. it can't be helped that they'll be a little rowdy every now and then. it's part of their nature!"

"if their nature is going to cost me 10,000 mora for renovation, then it becomes quite the inconvenience for me, i'm afraid," haitham deadpans, shutting his book and leveling his senior with a stern stare. "as the one who found them, do you even have the means to get that money right now?"

kaveh winces. "well, i... i'll manage somehow. somehow." his tone becomes pitiful at the end. finally realizing that he has to teach his little pet some manners so that they won't keep bankrupting him, he turns you around and tries to muster the harshest glare that he can. you notice that the situation has become serious, and in his hands you slowly morph into your humanoid form as you tilt your head innocently.

"kav... eh?" you gurgle in questioning, wide innocent eyes looking up at him. "did i do something wrong?"

"yes, dear," he starts, and he reddens when he notices haitham's amused expression from the corner of his eye. "that was very naughty of you, to destroy haitham's study while we were away. we... i..." he heaves a breath, wincing as he continues to speak. "we need to punish you. you've been a very bad slime."

"we?" haitham cocks a brow.

"oh come on!" kaveh groans. "i know you want in too!"

he's not wrong about that. not when haitham's deep groans sound throughout the room as he's fucking your wet pussy like his life depended on it. it was nice, to be the one fucking instead of being fucked. he still had his pride after all, even if you had stripped him of it countless of times before.

he pinches your clit as he grinds his cock deep into your cunt. you let out a squeal, a cross between surprise and pleasure as you start leaking more and more slime around his cock. he's always been a petty jerk, and it's become more obvious when he relishes in the cloudy expression on your usually clueless face. the face of his dreams and nightmares, staring down at him as he drowns in his own shameless pleasure as if they haven't stripped him of all his dignity.

he swipes a thumb across your lip— relishes it when you shiver in pleasure from his touch— and dips it into your mouth. "this is how you ought to look like everyday," he says, serious eyes studying your face as you whimper and suck on his thumb. "brainless monsters like you should just sit still and submit like a good pet."

"don't be so mean!" kaveh admonishes his roommate, giving him the side eye as if he's not sat behind you and torturing your chest with those delicate fingers. "we're just disciplining them. you don't have to demean them like that!"

haitham shoots him a glare and kaveh, not one to back down from haitham, glares right back. "you don't have the right to talk, " he spits, glaring moodily down at your fucked expression. "you brought this one into our home and allowed it to destroy both of our lives."

"oh please," kaveh sneers. in his aggravation, he pinches your perky nipples so hard that you let out a small sob as he abuses them. "destroy? more like destroying your ass." his smirk widens when haitham blushes angrily. "we both know that after your done plowing my cute lil [y. name] you're going back to taking their dick in your ass."

haitham clicks his tongue, venting his frustration by rutting too deep into you. he's close, kaveh can see it, if the white liquid leaking from his head and floating in your slme torso was any indication. "as if you don't do that either," haitham snaps.

"well, i'm not a bitch about it," kaveh scoffs.

"you act like damn slut when it comes to [y. name]."

you rock up and down against kaveh while you whine and moan from haitham's rough handling. kaveh pecks a loving kiss on your cheek, snuggling into your neck, and you whine back as you try to find his lips again. kaveh grins at haitham.

"better than acting like you don't get bitched everyday."

haitham growls, but says nothing more. once he's done turning your body into his creamy white, he's coming after kaveh.

#uh whoops #i think i did not do the request at all #i went into my own tangent whoops whoops #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #alhaitham smut #kaveh smut #nite.writes #this does not focus much on y/n :'(( more on kaveh and haitham #i just wanted to post smth already hehe

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fitrahgolden · 2 months

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WEARY MEMORY: 11 - ONE MEMORY THAT I CHOOSE TO CARRY

[NOTE: CW - Pregnancy, discussions of birth control and postpartum depression, and non-graphic depictions of early stage labour (no complications).]

Anthony sat bolt upright, mouth agape. Kate sat up as well, facing him on her knees. When several moments passed without him saying anything, she grew concerned.

“Anthony?”

“You’re pregnant?”

She exhaled. “Yes.”

“Wha… When did you find out?”

“Yesterday. Well, Monday, technically. I’ve been taking tests all week. I took the last one yesterday.”

Anthony fell silent again and Kate grabbed his hands and intertwined their fingers.

“What do you want to do?” It seemed as if it took all his strength to push the question out. He slowly looked up at her. “Are you happy about this?”

Kate bit her lip as she thought. “The first couple of days, all I could feel was shock, honestly. I definitely wasn't expecting to win this kind of lottery.” She chuckled wryly at the thought of being one of the less than one percent of people with an IUD who get pregnant. “I just kept taking tests. And thinking about us. Thinking about the kids. Adding a baby to all this change we're going through, it's…a lot, to say the very least.”

“Yeah,” Anthony whispered, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles.

“And then…” she took a deep breath.

“You thought about what happened after Kav.”

Kate nodded.

“You're scared it's going to happen again?”

“Yeah.” A few moments passed before she spoke again, with more confidence. “So, I called my therapist, got back in touch with my psychiatrist, and read a shit ton about PPD after subsequent pregnancies.”

“Good.” Anthony nodded. “That’s good. Did that help?”

Kate shifted forward so she could sit on his lap. “It helped. It's helping. We could handle it. If it happens, I could handle it. We'd know the signs this time. We'd know which treatments worked for me before.” She pet his cheek. “It may not even happen,” she said quietly, with hope.

Anthony pressed his eyes shut as he rested his forehead to Kate's. “Does that mean you want this, Kit?”

Kate gave him a quick kiss. “I want this, Anthony. But not if I'm alone in that.” She looked into his eyes, the unasked question hanging between them.

“You aren't alone.”

“So, you…”

“I want to have another baby with you. We can do this.”

“We can do this,” she echoed.

“And we're going to do this.”

“We are.”

“We're having a baby.”

Kate giggled. “Yes.”

“Holy shit.” Anthony wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight. He rocked them from side to side as he kissed her hair.

Kate turned to look at him and pointed a finger to his chest. “This is the last time, Bridgerton. You must have inherited your father's fertility, and I am not having eight children. We apparently need a second line of defence. So, I'm going to need you to take care of that after this baby is born.”

“I will, I promise.” He was smirking.

“Ugh, you do not get to be smug about this.” She climbed off of him and laid down.

“I bested an IUD!”

“I hate you.”

“I don't think you do, Kit.” Anthony snuggled in behind her. “You're having my love child.”

“The absolute nerve, going against science like that,” she mumbled. “It's just plain rude, is what it is.”

—

After Kate told Anthony, they basically had no choice but to tell everyone else right away. It was as though saying the words out loud was all her body needed to start looking pregnant. Not that it was terribly surprising that she was showing so early. It was her fourth child, after all.

Telling the kids went relatively smoothly. Kaveri thanked her parents for giving her a baby. Maaran's only concern seemed to be keeping his room. Edmund was the biggest surprise. He hadn't said much of anything when everyone was gathered together in the living room, but later that night, there was a knock on their bedroom door. Edmund wanted to let them know in private that he loved being a big brother, and he was excited to have another sibling to take care of. Kate burst into tears, and Anthony tried his best to convince their son that she was happy.

—

Anthony stood in his blue suit underneath a tent next to the pond on his family’s property in Kent. Maaran stood to his left in coordinating blues, chest puffed up with the pride of being his father’s best man. He looked out in front of him at the small gathering of only their closest friends and family. It was perfect. Or, it would be soon. Three very important people were yet to join them.

Kate had been adamant about having the wedding during her second trimester. After she stopped feeling ill all the time, but before she was too annoyed with still being pregnant to be particularly good company.

Anthony’s jaw ticked with restlessness, but immediately relaxed again as he gasped. Kaveri skipped into the tent, a basket of flower petals in hand. He watched his soon to be second youngest as she paused at the opposite end of the aisle and primly fluffed her poofy white dress. ”If you can’t see Amma’s dress yet because it’s too special, you can’t see mine, either, Dad.” She gave herself a pep talk that was no doubt for her ears only before pointing to her cousin Auggie, who was in charge of the music. Auggie gave her a thumbs up and dutifully skipped to the next track. Finally, Kaveri danced down the aisle, twirling as she dramatically threw petals. About ninety percent of them landed on the wedding guests instead of the ground. Once she got to the front she threw more directly at Maaran, Anthony, and the officiant. Anthony was grateful for a reason to laugh to save himself from crying. He picked his daughter up, meaning to give her a kiss, but received a raspberry from her instead. He set Kaveri down, and she ran to her Paatti Mary to drop off her basket before assuming her second role as maid of honour, standing opposite her father and brother.

“I did really good!” she cheered.

Well, that did it. The first tear fell as Anthony nodded at her and put a finger up to his mouth. Kaveri paid no heed.

“Dad, look! She’s coming!”

Anthony’s stomach dropped before he even looked back down the aisle. Once he did, he was certain staying upright throughout the ceremony wasn’t going to be an easy feat.

Edmund, looking nervous but determined in his own blue suit, moved down the aisle. And on his arm was Kate, kissing her son on the cheek and whispering something to him, before looking ahead, meeting Anthony’s gaze. She looked amazing–and ridiculously out of his league–in a floor length form fitting lace gown. Her hair was down, at his request, and she wore a crown of flowers that matched Kaveri’s.

The walk seemed to take an eternity, but finally, she was in front of him. Ned held out his hand for Anthony to shake. He grabbed it and pulled his son in for a tight hug.

“I love you, Ned.”

“I love you, too, Dad.”

At least Edmund was crying, too.

Anthony looked to Kate again as their son joined their hands before taking his place on the other side of Maaran.

“Hello, Mrs. Sharma-Bridgerton.”

“Uh-uh. I'm Ms. for about ten more minutes.” Kate reached up and thumbed away his tears.

Anthony placed a hand on her bump, “Are you alri–?”

“Anthony…” Kate warned. “Not right now. You promised a week of no hovering.”

“Right.” He took a deep breath, grasping both her hands. “You’re my home, Kate,” he whispered. “Thank you for letting me back in.”

“Should you have saved that for the vows?” she teased.

“No,” he said simply. “That part was just for you.”

—

After tea was the dancing Kaveri demanded. By the evening, the last of their family and guests had left, and Anthony and Kate officially started their honeymoon–a child free week alone at Aubrey Hall.

—

“Is this OK? Do you need anything right now?”

“No, don't go anywhere.”

Kate was leaning forward into Anthony's embrace, resting her head on his chest as she swayed from side to side on the birthing ball she was straddling. They'd arrived at the birthing centre five hours ago, leaving Edmund with instructions to call either of his grandmothers if he or his siblings needed anything.

“What the fuck is taking her so long? Your mum had me believing she'd just shoot right out of me as soon as the contractions started. She claimed that’s what happened with Daphne.”

Anthony grimaced. “Lovely visual.”

“Shut up.”

Kate fisted Anthony's shirt with both hands as she keened through another contraction. Anthony rocked with her and rubbed her back while he looked at his watch.

“Fucking hell,” she gasped as it passed. “That had to be sixty seconds.”

“Only about forty, I'm afraid,” Anthony said with a wince.

“Surely that's close enough.”

“Not according to our midwife.”

“Well, who put him in charge?”

“You did, love.”

“Oh, right. He's quite lovely and more than competent, actually.”

“He really is.”

Kate sucked her teeth. “Still. I swear to God, Mary Violet Sharma-Bridgerton. You'd better be here by tonight.”

“Or what?”

There was a long pause before Kate muttered in Tamil, punctuated by another “Shut up.”

Within a few minutes, another contraction started. Kate whimpered into Anthony's shoulder.

“Do you want to bounce? Let's try bouncing.”

“Alright,” Kate groaned, following Anthony's up and down movements.

“Well done, Kit. And that was forty six seconds, as well!”

Kate smiled weakly and resumed swaying.

“I never stopped being in love with you, Anthony.” Kate's voice sounded far away.

“Kit?”

“I'm alright. Just going to my happy place. You're there. It's just you and me. Don't tell Kav.”

They stayed silent for a while, Anthony massaging Kate's hips as she rolled them in circles.

“I never stopped being in love with you, either, Kit.”

“I think we just misplaced it in all of the mess.”

“Yeah.” Anthony kissed her forehead.

“Let's keep better track of it this time.”

Anthony backed up just enough to look Kate in the eye.

“Kathani Kaveri Sharma-Bridgerton, I promise you that we will never lose track of each other again.”

[NOTE: Thank you to everyone who read this. Keep an eye out for a one shot in this universe coming soon.]

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joyfulcreatordestiny · 11 months

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I drew policeman Jim Drozdling. I really love this profession 🥹💓

Worth subscribing to @boingodigitalart @stomperpony @secret-tester @bullyet @pokesil22-art @margaret25 @argoflashblade @negaduck-kav @evilkingsombra @enbydemirainbowbigfoot @nastya-sokolova-2002 @miyakoqualcker @alexcanine @o-dandelion-o @angstphilosophy They draw very well and make videos and even support others 💞🥹 thank you very much for your support and for being you😚.I support you always.

#ducktales 2017 #jim starling #ducktales #darkwing duck #dt fanart #dt 2017 #negaduck #jim sterling #furry art

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celenacallaghan · 27 days

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Hello all. So, I have some news to impart along with this latest chapter.

"Toward the Dawn" is going on indefinite hiatus.

I'm not abandoning Izzy's story. Not at all. I love Izzy, as much as I love Desi, Kav, and all the other OCs I've made. And of course, I still love the canon characters and the world of Azeroth itself. It's just....things happened over the past couple of years. Things that left me "creatively injured."

Think of it like breaking a hip (or ankle or wrist or whatnot.) Instead of getting PT and staying off my feet, I've gone right back to forcing myself into training for a marathon. It's sucked all the joy outta something i love, and it has for a long time. My productivity has tanked and I do everything to avoid writing. So now, I'm forcing myself to treat the injury before it becomes permanent.

Thank you all for reading and commenting, leaving kudos, and following along on Izzy's journey. It's been a wonderful few years and hopefully, someday, there'll be more years to come ^^ Stay safe and sane, everyone.

#world of warcraft #isoldera ambershield #sylvanas windrunner #varian wrynn #world of warcraft fanfic #my fanfiction #world of warcraft fanfiction #my writing #fanfic update #amwriting #ocs #my ocs

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hwaitham · 4 months

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COCO. THANK YOU FOR THE CHRISTMAS MESSAGES AND THE LETTERS FROM HAITHIE & KAV . i love you and om glad to have become your friend, i hope yo see us both grow in our friendship and in ourselves, our areas of work & study and our love would overflow into everything we do. i hope you continue to be curious, inquisitive, kind and gentle to yourself and evolve into your most proud self . - bugsy (it's 12.30 am on 25th here already lolz)

! ! ! ₍₍ ε ( ྀི ˙ ꒳ ˙)з ₎₎ fluttering over across the sea to give u a big cozy huggg ! happie holidaiz my darling dove + thamk u endlessly for these sweet words ⭐️🥛🐰 i hope haitham n kaveh spoil their dear princess absolutely rotten over the last few days of the year . . ♡

#( ˶˘ ³˘(｡˃ ᵕ ˂｡ ྀི)#4 a brief moment i forgot u lived half a world away n found myself sprinting faster than the wind 2 deliver haithie + kaveh��s letters 2 u !#i do hope there aren’t any spelling mistakes ><

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kavtari · 5 months

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66 for the Spotify Wrapped prompt!

We got "I Can't Stand The Rain - Instrumental" by SuperM

Kav loves the rain, normally. Pandaria is known for comforting, gentle rains that soak the rolling lands without drenching everything. This time is not the same though, with hard, heavy drops that hit BAM-tick-BAM-BAM on the bamboo roofs. Walking from her rooms towards the marketplace felt like dodging attacks from the sky and the dark clouds heavy above her head made the whole place feel tense. The elf can barely hold her silk umbrella getting bombarded with heavy rain and splashing off in smaller and just as soaking drops.

"Hold the drape!" Kav calls out ahead of her and rushes in under the rain shelter before the next downpour hits. Luckily the tent-like structure is a relief from the wind and the water.

(Thank you, @chothulu!)

Get your own starter with this Spotify Wrapped prompt!

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stormtailwk · 1 year

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Hi thanks for following me anyway I love Negaduck as well may I ask do you prefer the OG Negaduck or Jim Starling version.

Thanks and 🤗

love both versions

and by the way, thanks for subscribing!

(If anything , I Negabuck-kav and Nisha-01)

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sleepysnk · 2 years

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ok ok here’s a mini mutual appreciation post because i love all of my mutuals sm 🫂.

@kxmisato - ms.ren, i love you so so much. we’ve been friends since last year but you’re like one of my bestest friends ever. thank you for always putting up w my horny ass and listening to all of the series ideas i come up with 😭. i look up to you a lot, and i’m so glad you’re one of my friends. i promise to do the sasuke zombie au 💔. but i love you babe, you’re amazing.

@tsvkkisworld - hi bug ‼️ ok but fr, i love bug so much. you’re so fucking funny and i’m glad we became close. i know i’m a minor but can i just say how much i appreciate you too. you’re one of the people who makes my day, and i’m glad i met you in my og server. you’re so sexy and i hope to see you irl one day beech.

@marsbutterfly - UGH MARS. mars you’re seriously like my best friend. idc if you’re older than me, you’re like a sister i’ve never had and i’m so glad we became moots 🥲. i appreciate you listening to me every second of the day when i’m mad or when we play roblox. SHOUT OUT TO TSUKI FOR HELPING US WIN IN THE MIMIC. i love you sm and i hope we meet some day 💔.

@weednshika - toni, my god, where do i even start. YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST SWEETEST PEOPLE I’VE EVER MET. you and i became close so fast but idc because you are so funny and i love listening to how down bad you are about shikaku, because same. you’re incredibly talented! i appreciate everything you do for me, and ily babe mwah.

@oroswife - BRI BRI BRI I LOVE YOU?? we fell off for a little while but i missed you sm and i’m so glad we’re friends. i love hearing about how bad you are for oro, and i honestly love talking to you in general because you always have something hilarious to say. i also love being down bad w you because you’re so fucking creative? bitch start writing rn. i love you and oro does too 🤍.

@obitovoir - i miss you sm kav. you’re one of my biggest obito fans and i love that because he’s so hot. you’re also such a sweetheart and i’m so glad we started talking. ILYSM KISS KISS.

@kurosaaki - jen, my love, you’re so amazing and i love you sm. we don’t talk very often, but you’re one of the best people i’ve met on tumblr. YOU ARE ALSO ONE OF THE STRONGEST PEOPLE I KNOW?? you deserve the absolute world, and you’re immensely talented. pls write for naruto one day because i will actually scream if you do sexy lady. mwah.

#summer speaks #moots <3

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iheartgracie · 2 years

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shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh quotes in binding 13

"Look at me." I didn’t.

"Look at me," he repeated, tone calm and coaxing. I couldn’t.

I felt him shift beside me and then his fingers were on my chin, tipping my face up to his.

"You're safe," he whispered, cupping my cheek in his hand, eyes boring holes straight through my soul. "I promise."

“Well, it means a lot to me, so thank you," she whispered, tucking that fucking beautiful hair of hers behind her ear. Her eyes burned holes in me so deep that I had to look away before completely losing myself in the girl. It was too much. She was too fucking much.”

“Are you sure?" she whispered, killing me with those big eyes.

I nodded and resisted the urge to lean across and kiss the shite out of those swollen lips. "I am absolutely sure."

The smile that lit up her face then was so striking that it made my heart race recklessly.”

“This girl is different, my stupid fucking brain chanted. This one is for keeps. I wanted to be back in my room, with my phone pressed to my ear, listening to her stumble over her words as she told me every one of her thoughts. I wanted to be back here with her, watching her blush and smile and peek up at me through those long, thick lashes. I wanted to be sitting in that dark cinema with her, not paying an ounce of attention to the film showing, while I stole secret glances at her and burned in heat when I found her eyes on me. I just wanted her. You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.”

“I was more than capable of beating the shite out of him, but knowing I wouldn’t. Because of her. Because he was important to her. Because if I hit him, I would hurt her. And hurting her was bad.”

“Did I ever tell you about the time your girl saved me from Brian?" Gibsie asked while he cracked an egg over the pan, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Brian?" I questioned, thinking about Mrs. Gibson's evil bastard of a cat. "Shannon saved you from Brian?"

"She sure did," he mused. Grabbing a spatula off the rack, he swung it around in his hand as he spoke. "I love how you don’t even deny she's yours anymore, lad.”

“Do me a favor, Kav," Joey called over his shoulder. "Go and check on my sister, will ya?"

My heart leapt in my chest. "Shannon?"

Joey nodded and reached for a plate off the countertop. Shoveling several pieces of bacon onto the plate, he added, "She's out in the car."

"Why would you leave her in the car?" I demanded, tone tight. "It's freezing outside."

"Because she wouldn’t come in for me," Joey shot back in what sounded like a 'duh' tone. "You can try and get her to come inside yourself if you want, but she's not budging."

He didn’t need to ask me twice. Or give me permission once, for that matter. I was already on my feet and moving for the front door.”

“Come on," he ordered. "I'll look after you."

"Uh, okay," I strangled out, because in all honesty what hope did I have of saying no when a gigantic rugby player was dragging me through his house?

"For the record," Johnny called over his shoulder as he tugged me up the staircase, turning right when we reached the upstairs landing. "I don’t think you smell that bad."

"Um, thank you?"

“I can fix this if you tell me."

His brows rose. "You can fix this?"

"For her? Absolutely."

"You like her. Maybe even more than like her."

I didn’t bother denying it.”

“Shannon." Johnny's hand snaked out and wrapped around my wrist. "I don’t want you to go," he said gruffly, tugging me back down beside him. "I want you here." He rested a hand on the bed right behind my back and leaned close. "I want you to stay with me.”

“I'm going to hug you," Johnny whispered in my ear. "Tell me if that's not okay?"

Sniffling, I turned inwards and buried my face in his side, answering his question with actions. Johnny's arms came around me, pulling me close, and I clutched his shirt in my hand, fisting the fabric tightly, as sobs racked through my body.

"I'm here for you," he told me, voice gruff and thick, as his hand moved in slow circles over my back. "If you need someone to talk to," he pulled me closer, "I'm right here.”

“I crawled onto his lap. Johnny's entire frame tensed, and his hands fell away from my body, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. With my knees on either side of his thighs, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck.

"What do you want me to do, Shannon? Tell me what to do here."

"Hold me," I sobbed, burying my face in his neck. "Don’t let go."

"Okay." His large hand cupped the back of my head and his other moved to my back as he held me to his chest, slowly rocking me on his lap. "I won't," he whispered, folding me up in his arms.”

“Hi," I sniffled, feeling embarrassed.

"Hi," Johnny said gruffly as he smoothed my damp hair back off my face and over my shoulder.

"Thanks," I croaked out, resisting the urge to press my cheek into his hand.

"For what?" he asked thickly, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ears.

"Holding me and not letting go," I offered weakly.

He smiled sadly. "Anytime.”

“Don’t forget about me when you're a rich and famous rugby player."

"You never know," he said with a smirk. "I might take you with me so you can cheer me on in the stands."

Please do. Please take me away with you.

"You're very sure of yourself," I said instead.

"You can wear my number and shout 'Johnny, Johnny' from the stands,”

“In this moment, being here with him was as easy as breathing. It was an odd reaction to being in such close proximity to Johnny, but there it was. I was enjoying being with him.”

#johnny kavanagh #shannon lynch #johnnyshannon #johnnyshannon quotes #boysoftommen #binding 13 #binding13

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fitrahgolden · 4 months

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WEARY MEMORY: 4 - BROKEN INTO PIECES

“OK, guys! Your nan's almost here!”

Kaveri came skipping into the living room. She started checking herself out in the television's reflection and doing more skips and jumps, no doubt relishing in the sound of her new shoes, which she’d dubbed her “dancing shoes,” against the hardwood floor.

“Kav, baby, don't stomp on the floor too hard with those shoes.” Kate warned.

“Do you hear my shoes, Amma?”

“We all hear your shoes, Riri,” Edmund groused upon entering the living room.

“Good!” Kaveri continued entertaining herself in front of the TV.

“Ned, where's your brother?”

“In the backyard with his dog.”

Kate sucked her teeth and muttered. “Dammit, Newton is my dog.”

“Don't swear, Amma.”

Kaveri's censure of their mother got a laugh out of Edmund.

The doorbell rang, stopping Kate from going and staking her claim on Newton–again.

“Hi, Violet.” Kate gave Anthony’s mum a hug. “Come in. They’re almost ready.”

“Thanks, dear.” Violet sat on the couch–and was instantly introduced to her granddaughter’s new shoes–while Kate went out back to fetch Maaran. The two only argued briefly about who Newton belonged to before returning inside.

“Thank you for letting them come tonight. I know the weeks didn’t line up.”

Kate waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, of course. They want to go, and it’s an important performance for Fran. There was no question about it.”

Kaveri took a break from her own performance and jumped onto the couch next to Violet. “We have flowers for Aunty Fran! I got to pick them out!”

“Oh, how sweet, Riri. Francesca will love them.”

Kate looked down at her watch. “I think you guys should get going.”

“Yes,” Violet agreed as she rose from the couch. “My dears, I’m just gonna talk to your mum for a minute, and then we’ll be on our way. Neddy, can you get everyone in the car?”

“Sure, Nan.”

As Edmund ushered everyone outside, Kate tilted her head in concern. “Everything alright?”

“Oh, yes, nothing dire,” Violet said quickly. “It’s just… And I know this isn’t really your, I don’t know, wheelhouse anymore, but has Anthony seemed OK the last few times you saw him?”

Kate winced a little at the implication that she wouldn’t know anymore if anything were going on with Anthony. But it was true, wasn’t it?

“Um… Yeah, he seemed alright. Did something happen?”

“I don’t think so. He’s just seemed a little off lately, is all. Maybe it’s something with…” Violet trailed off and looked at Kate sheepishly.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Violet.” Kate forced a laugh. “You can say her name. Give me a bit more credit than that.”

“Yes, of course.” Violet shook her head. “Anyway, I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Well, I’ll keep an eye out. We still talk. Sometimes.”

Violet nodded. “And it’s almost time for your holiday, isn’t it? That will be good for him. Where is it going to be this year? Anthony hasn’t mentioned it.”

Kate and Anthony made sure to still do their family holiday every year, just the five of them. The kids always looked forward to it. Sharing a house for a week never went completely smoothly, especially that first year after the divorce, but they made it work, and the following two holidays had them finding a rhythm much more quickly.

“We settled on Edinburgh. It’s a short flight, and all three of the kids should be into it. Castles for Kav, history for Maan, seaside for Ned. And the house Anthony found looks amazing.”

“Brilliant.”

“Well, have a great night.” Kate walked with Violet to the door. “Tell Francesca I said good luck.”

The two shared another hug, and after Violet left with the kids, Kate tried not to think too much about what she’d said. Kate was sure there was plenty going on in Anthony’s life that she wasn’t privy to. Of course there was. They mostly only saw each other briefly on Saturdays, and texted sparingly throughout the week. The last time he seemed upset when she was around was… the day she went out with Tom. There was no way that could still be bothering him. They’d gotten over it later that night.

Hadn’t we?

It was a silly thing to fixate on. Violet was right. She didn’t know that much about Anthony’s life anymore.

—

Anthony heard Siena come up behind him as he sat at his kitchen counter, chai in hand, looking at his laptop.

“Good morning,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Morning. Want coffee?”

“Don’t get up. I’ll make it. What are you working on?” she asked as she made her way to the coffee maker.

“Booking the caterer for Ned’s birthday party,” Anthony answered distractedly, not looking up, missing the way Siena froze.

“I take it I'm not invited?”

His head shot up from his computer screen. “Siena…”

“Unless, of course, you're finally ready to introduce me to your family.”

“You've met my family.”

“Come off it, Anthony. You know I mean your kids.”

He did know that, and felt foolish for pretending otherwise.

“Is it your ex?” Siena asked.

Anthony’s jaw ticked. “What do you mean?”

“Does she not want me to meet them?” Siena crossed her arms. “Does she even know about me?”

“I’ve mentioned you, yes. Not often. Is it that odd that I don't talk to my ex-wife about my love life?”

“Not for most people, no. But you seem to actually talk to your ex–”

“Kate,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

“Don't correct me as if I should remember that. Why would I? You don’t talk to me about her or your kids. Such a huge part of your life, and you won’t let me near it. Shouldn’t you want me to know that part of you? If we're serious?”

Anthony opened his mouth, but no words came out. Siena stepped towards him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Anthony felt mortified that he had no idea how to comfort her.

“Are we?” she asked, pleading. “Are we serious, Anthony?”

Tell her yes.

“We…we could be.”

Siena shook her head, disappointed. When she spoke again, she sounded defeated. “When? When you stop wearing your ring?”

What?

“I don't wear my ring.”

“No?” Siena scoffed. “It's not looped onto the pocket watch that you have on you at all times?”

Oh. Anthony’s mind went to Kate's rings, which hung off her neck on a delicate chain every time he saw her.

“And you kept her name,” Siena continued.

To that, Anthony took offence. “We hyphenated our names when we got married. It's our kids’ last names, Siena. Why would I change mine back?”

Siena turned away from him and paced for a few long moments before looking at him again.

“Remind me, why did you two get divorced?”

Where to fucking start? “I… We–”

“You said you wanted to stop hurting each other, that you felt you couldn’t give each other the support you needed after everything that happened. You literally said ‘everything that happened.’ I don’t even know what that means, besides your father.”

“It’s… It’s all her business as much as it is mine.”

“It’s your business as much as it is hers. And you won’t clue me in.”

Siena collapsed onto the stool next to Anthony.

“Siena… Siena, I’m sorry.” That was the truth, but not nearly enough, he knew that.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, Siena wiped an errant tear and asked, “And you're sure you two aren’t hurting each other now? And dragging other people down with you?”

Fuck, is that what I’m doing?

Siena grabbed his hand. “Look, Anthony. I like you. A lot. But it’s painfully clear that… Well, I don’t want to force you to open your whole world up to me. I wouldn’t want to. I’d want you to do that on your own, because you want me there.” She sighed heavily. “But you don’t, do you?” she whispered.

Anthony floundered. “We… I can see–”

“No. Don’t tell me you could in the future. Don’t tell me it’s possible. I can’t hear ‘not yet’ again. I really fucking can’t. Do you want me there, Anthony?”

There was nowhere left to hide. Siena didn’t deserve his bullshit. She never did.

“No.”

Siena pressed her eyes shut, releasing more tears as she nodded. “Right.”

Without another word, she walked into Anthony’s bedroom, undoubtedly to collect her things. Anthony stayed frozen at the kitchen counter. He had no idea how much time had passed when Siena came back out, with an overstuffed tote bag. She slowly approached him, and deposited a kiss on his cheek. It was soft and kind, and nothing he deserved.

“I really hope you figure it out, Anthony. I hope both of you do. Please don’t do this to anyone else.”

—

Kate had just made sure all the kids were settled for the night when her phone rang.

“Anthony?”

“Hey.”

Kate didn’t need to ask if he was OK. She could hear in that one syllable that he wasn’t.

“What is it? Is everyone alright? Is it–”

“Everyone’s fine, Kit.” Anthony had fallen back into calling her that all the time after their last thunderstorm phone call. Kate didn’t mind.

“Everyone but you?”

His laugh was humourless. “It’s just been a shit day.”

She knew that wasn’t all, but didn’t push.

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. I know my problems aren’t your problems anymore.”

“I mean, some of them are. What’s wrong, Anthony?”

“I think I’m just missing the kids this week. I'm just sat here, looking at pictures. A bit pathetic.”

Kate sucked her teeth. “You know that's not pathetic.” That also wasn't the real problem either, she was sure of it. But perhaps she could at least do something to help. “I can ask them in the morning if they are OK with you picking them up from school, if you want a few extra days with them.”

“We shouldn’t,” Anthony said after a while. “We agreed–”

“We’ve never needed the agreement, Anthony. It's fine. And it’ll be up to them.”

“OK. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Anthony fell silent again.

“Anthony?”

“I’m going to try to sleep,” he said a little abruptly.

“Oh, OK. Um, good night. I’ll ring you in the morning about the kids.”

“Alright. Good night, Kit.”

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canon-can-fight-me · 11 months

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2, 6, 7!

Thanks for the ask!! Answering for Alhai.tham :)

on what do you disagree with other fans of your f/o?

Mostly? That he and Ka.veh are married/ in love. I’m sorry I just don’t like them together, it’s that simple. And people can bicker/ live together/ etc and not just be ignoring their attraction to each other or whatever else Kav//ehtham shippers say. Just not my cup of tea.

what are some tropes that fan art of your f/o tends to follow?

Well…they always…uh…do him justice…

If you’ve seen fanart done of him, you know.

did your f/o deserve better?

I’m going to have to say no. Not because I want him to suffer, but because he’s one of the few characters I like that is just chilling. Sure, he doesn’t like being the grand sage, but he has a life that he enjoys, dude is just vibing so I feel no need to say he deserves better. He likes what he’s got.

#ask rina 🤍#[r]: a study in attraction 🍃

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lbrh lia zhongli is probably a fellow caffeine addict bc he drinks so much tea on regular hdkfjsfj

i've actually never really used carrd, but i've seen really nice ones like dust's masterlist so yea definitely an option there!

at first i wasn't too fond of the fact that he was kinda able to 'delete' himself in the new reality but seeing his attitude about the whole thing made it up to me... like, ok fine maybe you deserve that chance to atone... /grumble /j

what are my hands for if not for headpatting zhongli hehehe

al haitham with his third eye lmao-

i actually haven't seen the livestream eep i was out when it went live... i did check the banner tho. devastated. i wanted kaveh on nahida's banner bc i want them both ;w;

BOTH OF YOU ON TIMEOUT. i'm surrounded by caffeine addicts. (/j) squinting at ayato and heizou who most likely stay up late for work reasons.... wanderer could've been my savior from all this but then again, he likes bitter stuff, so coffee being smth he fancies isn't off the table at all— i do think he'd prefer bitter tea over coffee tho! so, you'll probably see me dragging him along whenever i come to visit your teahouse <3 he likes the atmosphere in your teahouse but he won't say it out loud. (/lh)

mmm, i think ms. dust's carrd is super neat with the way she arranges her info! <3 carrd is a vv flexible site; as long as you know how to tinker with the settings, you can make it look however you want! although i just follow helpful tuts on yt, hehe. i also have my own carrd which is a bit diff from ms. dust's just to show the range of the site! thank you for the notion tips tho, rin jie, i think i'll stick to using notion for personal reasons >:3c what am i, a salesperson. sponsored by carrd™ (/j) speaking of wips, rin jie... just a fancy question, but how many do you have rn? hehehe. 👀

MHMMM, understandable!! the moment i saw that scaramouche wanted to 'purge' himself so that his old friends could have a second chance at life (the little found family in tatarasuna will forever have my heart. niwa <//3), it clicked for me and i was like: OH. SO THAT'S WHY YOU HAD A REDESIGN. and 'amnesiac' wanderer, even if he only got screentime for a split minute, was so cute with his gentle and polite demeanor (because it's so unlike the one we know LMAOOO) <3

i find it so fascinating that he wasn't able to change anything, that everything associated to him in terms of memories and knowledge were gone but he, as in his existence, was still there — in a way, it reaffirmed the inner workings of irminsul to me?? it was confusing with greater lord rukkhadevata so when this was demonstrated the second time with wanderer, i think i got a teeny tiny better understanding of it. i also love how his desire to 'delete himself' aligns with a line he said in his story trailer ("ashes") which was "i wish i'd never been born at all" <//3 SORRY I THINK I LOVE THIS LITTLE GUY TOO MUCH.

noooo, i still hope you'll be able to get kav! it's such a shame that it couldn't be a 2-in-1 for nahida and kaveh wanters 😞 i still writhe in pain because wanderer doesn't have a rerun next patch BUT THEY MADE HIM LOOK SO GOOD IN THE TRAILER?? aaaaaaaaa. on my way to steal rin jie's wanderer and abduct him like he's a pretty princess (/j)

#i am suddenly reminded of the alhaitham deshret reincarnation theory when you said third eye—#rin jie keeps giving grandpa zhongli headpats but what about me (/j)#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠#cw: selfships

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Chapter Three- Perfect

The days pass quickly, filled with talking to friends and family, binging shows, and playing video games with my friends online. I also don't miss the opportunity to do a lot of online shopping, trying to put together the perfect outfit for the event that is coming up way faster than expected.

Tomorrow is Thursday, and I still haven't found something I really liked. I pull out my phone to send a few quick texts to my closest friends in New York.

Kavya: Hey guys, are y’all busy tomorrow? Like, all day?

Sam: I’m free, you finally have time for us?

Kavya: You’re such a crybaby

Kavya: Tommy, what about you?

Tommy: Yeah I should be free after 3, what's going on?

Sam: Kav why are you so mean to me

Kavya: You know I love you

Kavya: I need to go shopping, like major, big time, this is going to take 5 hours, kinda shopping.

Sam: Ewwww why?

Tommy: ^^

Kavya: That job that I applied for with 5sos, they called me back and they want me to do a second interview but the interview is basically a black tie party event thing

Tommy: HOLY SHIT CONGRATULATIONS

Sam: ARE YOU SERIOUS THAT'S INCREDIBLE K

Kavya: Thank you, thank you, so are you in?

Sam and Tommy don’t reply for a few minutes, and I assume they're talking to each other about it in their shared apartment.

Sam: We’ll pick you up at 3:30

I smile down at my phone. While Blake was my best friend from back home, Sam and Tommy were absolutely my best friends in college.

We met when I was a freshman at Clemson University and they were sophomores that lived in the apartment above me. Within two months of knowing them, we were completely attached at the hip. They were best friends since childhood, similarly to Blake and I, and I just fit in perfectly with them.

We went through a lot of shit together, not that Blake and I didn't go through it as well, it was just different in college. You don't have anyone other than your friends to rely on when you fail an exam, get cheated on, or get into a screaming match with your roommates. Or, when you get sick, especially when you get sick. Tommy was great at helping me and Sam when we were sick, even though if Tommy and I got sick, Sam wouldn't touch us with a 10 foot pole.

Plus since they were a year older than me, they offered a lot of guidance involving class schedules, professors, resumes, and just general stuff you would wish to know for college.

Since I planned to graduate early we made the plan to have our graduation parties together when we finished our undergrad, and at the party we all had a surprise reveal about the grad schools we were headed to.

The shock on our faces was absolutely hysterical when we all revealed we would be going to NYU at the exact same time. There were a lot of tears from all of us.

Sam and I had the exact same major throughout undergrad, and though he was absolutely the smartest of the two of us, I was able to graduate early because of the amount of extra credits I took at Clemson. He was super jealous.

Tommy was an art major in school, mainly studying graphic design, and despite his hatred for coding, he was very good at it. Getting into NYU was a huge accomplishment for him, especially since he struggled a lot in his undergrad. Sam and I tried not to look too surprised but I don't think anything could have prepared us for that news.

I laid down, thinking about Sam, Tommy, and Blake and thanking whatever godly being above for giving them to me.

I wake up to the tail end of my ringtone, immediately shooting out of bed and frantically searching through my sheets for the device.

When I finally find it, there is a missed call and text from Blake reading; “Don't worry, I was just wondering what you were going to do about the fit for tomorrow, but I called Tommy and he filled me in.”

I sigh in relief, mainly worried something bad had happened or that I missed a call from Ashton or anyone pertaining to that job.

I lay back down, and open my phone to twitter and see what’s on the feed. Tweets about news, gaming, 5sos, and anime cover my front page and I scroll mindlessly, before landing on a video of the band that makes me stop.

It looks like one of them must have posted this on their Instagram, and a fan account reposted it here. I open the video and turn the volume up a bit.

“Can we get a hoo-rah for day one of finding a new manager?” I recognize Calum’s voice. Ashton and Luke laugh and cheer for the camera out of synchrony while Michael tugs at the neck of his shirt and holds a middle finger to the camera. “I’m excited for this weekend,” Calum’s voice continues, “Hopefully we will be able to update you guys soon!” He zooms into his face so much, the only thing left on the screen is a dimpled smile.

I look through a few comments, “I really hope whoever gets a job is a lot nicer than that old motherfucker,” and “I hope they're good, I wonder what this weekend has to do with it,” and a reply to that, “apparently there’s a second round of interviews this weekend. I think it's the last one.”

One thing I’ve learned from being in the fandom for over 10 years, is that fangirls find out about everything. It makes me feel a little bad for the band, but I also have a lot of ideas on how to help regulate the news streams.

I switch over to Reddit to check what they might be saying about this video on there. The video is posted under the “discussion” flair with the question, “How do you think this new manager search is going?”

The comments on this post were much more detailed which I appreciate, since I am very curious to know how the fans are feeling about this.

“I put in an application, honestly just to see if I would get a random call or email from one of the boys LOL”

A reply to that, “That was stupid, I feel really bad for their HR team having to look over thousands of applications because of people like you. I'm pretty sure it took them months. I wonder how many it's been narrowed down to.”

I continue reading, “My sister's boyfriend's dad works in the building they held the interviews in and according to him, they only interviewed around 14 people, and only 4 made it to the second round of interviews.”

I glance up at the time and jump out of bed realizing it's already 1:15pm and Sam and Tommy are picking me up around 3.

I rush into the shower and wash my hair before blow drying it and round brush curling the fringe bangs that line the top of my wavy jet black hair. I put on a little more makeup than usual, opting for foundation, concealer, light eyeliner and mascara, with a glossy lip instead of the usual concealer and mascara. I want to look and feel good when I try the dresses on today.

I check the weather app, learning that it is going to be a really nice 75℉ outside today so I put on some biker shorts and an oversized blue Santa Cruz tee shirt I stole from my brother years ago. I pull my hair into a claw clip and top my look with a pair of white sunglasses and white sandals.

I finish getting ready around 2:30 so I grab some overnight oats and a glass of water before settling down in front of my TV to eat while I wait.

Halfway through the very intense episode, I get a call, snapping me out of my trance, “Hey, Tommy got out of class early so we’re about 3 minutes out. You ready?” I hear Sam’s voice on the other end. I mumble a yes through a mouth full of yogurt before hanging up and walking to the elevator.

I get into the car, and sit in the middle seat as both boys turn to me and scream incoherent congratulations and praise.

“Thank you thank you,” I gush, reaching out to squeeze both their shoulders. “I can’t even imagine how excited you were when you found out, I’m honestly so upset you didn't tell us sooner,” Sam pouts, pulling out of the spot he picked me up from.

“I know, I know, but school just started for you guys and I didn't want to distract you too much with all of my drama,” I chuckle, “But I’ve missed you guys so much! How has school been?”

Sam goes off into a brief synopsis on how school has been going, followed by a very long and drawn out spiel from Tommy, who never seems to run out of words.

After 20 minutes, filled with Tommy’s rambling and background music we pull up to our first destination; Bloomingdales.

When we walk in, a few stylists look over to us before looking back at each other as if they're having some sort of battle over who gets to help us. After a few seconds, the tall blonde stylist walks over with a pinched smile.

She scanned me up and down, and it was then I realized the stylists weren’t fighting over who gets to take us, rather who has to take us. Our young age played a large factor in the stylist’s disdain, thinking that for sure we don't belong here.

“How can I help you sweetheart,” She asks in a fake polite voice. I sigh, looking at my friends before responding, “I have a black tie event tomorrow, I need a dress, shoes, and jewelry and my budget is around $600.”

The woman looks surprised, “$600?” Tommy pipes up, “Around $600,” he corrects, “It can be more if the outfit is worth it.”

I smile internally, knowing how much Sam and Tommy hate having to play the snobby rich kid, but they would do it any day if it meant defending me, and ensuring that I received the best service.

“Lovely,” the stylist says, guiding me to a fitting area. The boys take a seat in front of a set of mirrors, getting comfortable and pulling out their phones.

I stand on the piece of painted wood meant to elevate me slightly off the ground. “So tell me a little more about this event,” Miranda, the stylist who’s name I finally learned, asked. “Well I got an interview for one of the biggest jobs in the world and they have a second interview that’s tomorrow that is a black tie event where I will be able to meet and get to know the people I will be working with. It’s a little unconventional, but far more interesting than a normal interview.”

Miranda circles around me while I speak, eyeing me up and down while taking my measurements. “Well I’m sure we can find an adequate outfit for that. So we are thinking professional, but sexy, feminine, you want to stand out without being too out of line, correct,” Miranda asks. I smile softly and nod, grateful that despite her initial reaction to our youth, she at least knows what she's doing.

She closes the curtain around me, blocking me from the view of Tommy and Sam sitting in the plush black chairs, leaving me to undress.

I peel off my clothing and lay them neatly on the bench next to me, making it so that it will be easy to put back on.

Miranda comes back after a few minutes, “We’re going to focus on the dress first, then worry about shoes and accessories.” She hands me a dress through a small gap in the curtain and I grab the black satin.

It takes me a few minutes to figure out the way it fits on my body, but when I get it on it fits nicely around my torso.

I pull the curtain back, revealing myself to my friends. “This lovely plunge V-neck has a sleeveless back zip closure with front wrap detail at the skirt with the luxurious satin fabric is made by a female brand called Nookie.”

“Wow you're actually stunning,” Tommy calls out, “Agreed,” Sam adds with a low whistle. Miranda looks proud of herself, situating the dress around my body, making sure the trail and slit look good. “But it's going to be a no from us.”

Miranda whips her head around, staring at the boys in shock as I turn to face the mirror once again. While the dress is pretty, the plunging neckline is way too much for a potential work event. I look way too sexy and not professional enough.

“What else do you have for me?” I ask kindly, knowing once the boys say something, their word is law. I pull the zipper down, preparing to take the dress off. Though nothing is exposed, I see Sam and Tommy immediately look down at their phones.

Miranda walks away again after closing the curtain and letting me undress again. I hold the dress in my hands until she comes back with a gold metallic looking gown. I already don't like the color, but I slip the dress on over my body and open the curtains quickly.

“Ooooo, me likey,” Tommy leans forward placing his elbows on his knees. Sam puts his hand on his chest, blowing out a heavy breath, “That's… yeah, that's super hot.”

I turn to look at myself, the dress fits perfectly, the v-neck covering a lot more than the last dress and not going all the way down to my stomach, the pooled fishtail skirt and column silhouette hugged around my waist and thighs, making my curves look soft and plush, and the low back added a sexy aspect while not being too much.

“This dress is from Mac Duggal’s collection. Now, I think the fit is really lovely on you, and I think your friends agree, but how do you feel about the color?” Miranda asks, pulling the dress around the platform, making sure I could get a full view of it.

I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. The dress is beautiful on its own, but the darkness of my skin clashes with the brassiness of the metallic gold. Had the dress been a regular sparkly gold, it would have been slightly better, but I strongly disliked the look of the metal against my skin.

“I don't think I’m a fan of the brassiness against my skin tone. I'm more partial to black, but I don't want it to be plain. Do you have anything that will fit like this with a black embroidery?”

Miranda’s eyes lit up and her mouth dropped open in an ‘o’ shape, as if a lightbulb appeared in her brain. She rushes away quickly after shutting the curtain.

A few moments after I take the gold dress off, Miranda returns and trades dresses with me.

I have to look at this one for a few moments to realize it's a halter top. I unclip the embellished neck piece before pulling the dress on and reclasping it around my neck. I softly gasp as I feel the dress hug my waist perfectly and comfortably. I don't even look in the mirror to get a full view of the dress but it’s already my favorite.

“Ms. Dawson, you ready?” I hear Miranda call out on the other side. “Oh yes, sorry,” I yell back, pulling the curtain back.

Three pairs of eyes stare at me in shock, and Tommy’s phone even falls out of his hand clattering to the ground.

“You guys,” I giggle, blushing furiously, before turning around to look at myself properly. “Kavya, y-you look incredible,” Sam stutters out. Tommy gulps and nods his head furiously in agreement.

I finally see what they're talking about. I don't think I’ve ever had a dress fit me so nicely. The collar of the halter neck piece was embroidered in lovely jewels that matched the outline of the slit that came up to my mid-thigh. The back was low enough to see the dip of my spine, showing a perfect amount of skin.

“Oh, wow,” I exhale, “It has to be this one, how much?”

“$360, let me go find you shoes, we can talk about jewelry in a second,” Miranda, scrambles away before popping her head back, “What size?”

“Eight,” I answer back, not breaking eye contact with my reflection. I really loved this dress. I had never felt more myself in a professional looking outfit than the way I did in this dress.

Miranda comes back with a pair of plain black strappy heels with a silver chain around the ankle that matches the color of the embroidery on the dress.

“So I was thinking,” Miranda says, as she helps me put the heels on, “That the only jewelry you’ll need is statement earrings or a bracelet, because you can’t really wear a necklace with this dress.”

I nod in agreement, standing straight in the heels and stepping off the platform. I take a few steps back and forth, making sure the shoes are comfortable and that I am able to walk in them.

“I am a huge fan of this, I’m so serious, I will actually cry if you don't buy this,” Tommy states, earning a nod from both Sam and Miranda. “No I completely-”

Sam’s voice is interrupted by his phone ringing in his hand. “Hey mom,” He answers, not holding it up to his ear, indicating it's a facetime. “Hey sweetie, what are you up to?”

I take some more steps in front of the mirror, moving and swaying to see how the dress moves around my figure as Sam explains to his mom what we are doing. Miranda leaves for a few minutes, presumably to find some jewelry that would go well with the outfit.

I come behind his shoulder, viewing the phone, “Hi Ms. Lauren!” I smile and wave, resting my arm on Sam’s shoulder. “Oh Kavya, sweetie you look absolutely stunning,” Ms. Lauren gushes. “Mom, she really looks fantastic, here, go stand over there so I can show her the whole thing.”

I stand in front of the boys as Sam flips the camera so his mother can see the entire outfit, including the shoes. I do a little twirl as muffled praises come out of the tiny device.

“So I have a few options here for earrings,” Miranda comes back with a velvety black jewelry box in hand. Tommy hops up and stands next to me as we both admire the pieces while Sam finishes the phone call with his mother.

There are some black and some silver, but the one that catches my eye has a bit of both. There are three tear shaped links, blac, then silver, then black again. They're not overwhelmingly big or heavy, but they dangle down perfectly.

I pull my hair back again, readjusting my claw clip before starting to unscrew the back of the earrings I currently have in. “What material are these made of? I have very sensitive ears, I can pretty much only wear solid gold like these,” I gesture to the earrings I pulled out of my ear, “or platinum.”

“The part that the earring is built off of is platinum, but the decorative part is stainless steel making it a little more economically friendly,” Miranda answers, “As of right now, with these earrings your total outfit is approximately $660, tax included. $360 for the dress, $175 for the shoes and $115 for the earrings.”

A grin breaks out across my face, “Miranda you are literally amazing, this is perfect,” I squeal, looking at my reflection again. “Tommy, can you grab my phone out of my purse and facetime my mom?”

“Aw why can't I facetime your mom?” Sam pouts, teasing me. I reach over quickly, grabbing his ear and pinching hard. “Ow, ow, ow! Okay okay I give!” He cries out and I let go.

Since we met, Sam has had the biggest crush on my mom, resulting in a lot of jokes and sexual innuendos, which admittedly are pretty funny. I just like to get on him for them.

“Hi Mrs. Gena!” I hear Tommy’s voice, “Hi nana, what's going on?” Tommy brings the phone over to me as he explains, “We’re at Bloomingdale with Kav, what do you think about her dress?”

He stands in front of me, flipping the camera over to me, moving around like a professional videographer, “Tommy-nana, I can't see anything with you moving around like that,” My mom's sweet voice calls out.

Before my mom can see me, Sam jumps between me and the camera, waving sweetly at the phone, “Hi Mrs. Gena!” I grab him by the back of his collar and pull him out of the way, also taking the phone out of Tommy’s hand. These boys are too much.

“Hey mom, what do you think?” I flip the camera so it's facing the mirror in front of me and hold it slightly above my head. “Oh wow, I actually like it a lot. It’s sleeveless though isn't it? What does the back look like?”

I sigh, knowing what's going to be coming next, “Mī cētulu bāgānē unnāyā?” (Do your arms look okay?) She speaks in her native language, hiding her words from Tommy and Sam who pout behind me. “They're fine, mom. It's not the end of the world if my arms show sometimes. And yes, it is backless.” I turn around, and flip the camera, holding it above my head again.

A few layers of skin fold over the others. Being a curvy girl comes with a little bit of extra meat on my bones which my entire family detests thoroughly. “Nēnu mī venuka rōls cūstunnānu,” (I can see the rolls on your back) she says again, making an unpleasant lump sit at the pit of my stomach.

I step away slightly from the boys and Miranda. “C’mon mom, it's really not that bad. I was lifting my arms up. It really doesn't look bad and the front of the dress looks fine,” I plead with her. “If you really like it go ahead and get it, I do like the way it looks, I just don't like how big your arms are going to look, even the skin showing in the back is fine as long as you don't lift your arms so the rolls show.”

“I do really like it,” I state, “Plus it’s tomorrow, I found a nice outfit in the budget, so I’m going to go ahead and get it.” I speak the words loud enough for Miranda to hear me so she can get ready at the register.

About 10 minutes later, the dress, shoes, and earrings are neatly wrapped in three boxes stacked on one another in Tommy’s hands as I pay the $658 bill.

Right before I put my dad's card in the chip, I hear the familiar melody of Youngblood play on the speakers in Bloomingdale’s. Miranda's eyes light up and she hums along as she types information into her computer.

“Are you a fan?” I ask with a smile on my face. “Of 5 Seconds of Summer? Yeah I’m a fan, my daughter is just plain obsessed with them,” Miranda answers, “Ever since Youngblood came out. We even saw them in concert last year.”

“Oh you're going to lose your mind,” Sam chuckles, suddenly very intrigued by the conversation I’m having. “Why?” Miranda cocks her head to the side. Sam looks at me, expectantly as I put the card in my wallet and wallet in my purse.

“That's actually the job I applied for,” I say, almost shy sounding. Miranda’s jaw drops to the floor, “The manager job I’ve been hearing about on Twitter? That's what this dress is for?”

“Yeah, and I really think you picked the perfect one,” I giggle at her awe. “I’m so glad I was able to help you today, Ms. Dawson, I hope you remember me when you're rich and famous.”

“Please, Miranda, it’s just an interview, but if I do get it, I’ll be sure to remember the person who gave me the most perfect dress ever,” I reach out and squeeze Miranda’s hand softly, expressing my gratitude.

“That was probably the most fun I’ve had on a shopping trip with you,” Sam states as he starts the car. “I agree, I also snuck a picture of you and sent it to Blake and they're absolutely flipping their shit right now, you should probably call them,” Tommy laughs loudly, scrolling through his text messages covered in what can only be described as Blake losing their mind over text.

As we drive, I pull my phone out and also see that my phone has been blowing up with text messages from my friend, including one that says, “I hate that I’m at school right now and I can't call you, but the second I get out, I’m calling you and were going to spend the entire time you get ready tomorrow on facetime.”

“Do you want to go back to your apartment now? It’s about 5, so I was thinking we could get dinner,” Sam inquires, making me look up from my phone. “Yeah, sounds good, I’m guessing you want Chick-fil-a?” I joke, teasing Sam for the 3 straight years when he wanted to get Chick-fil-a every single time we got a meal together.

“Hey, you know what, it’s like 40 minutes away from us, and just because of your attitude I’m considering it,” Sam holds up his middle finger at me in the back seat. “Wait, what about ramen?” Tommy offers, wrapping his hand around Sam’s middle finger, hiding the vulgar symbol.

“That sounds amazing to me, I just really don't want Chick-fil-a… or pizza,” I say the last part before Sam can suggest it, causing him to pout, “Fine, ramen is yummy. Not as yummy as pizza or Chick-fil-a, but yummy nonetheless.”

We drive as peacefully as one could possibly be driving in the city’s 5 o'clock traffic and it’s pretty close to 6 by the time we make it to the familiar ramen house.

a/n

so i know this chapter has some of a different language- that is Telegu, which is the native language to Kavya’s mother who is from India. It’s going to be used a lot when Kavya’s mother is speaking, especially when she wants to hide her little... remarks... from english speaking people.

please let me know if you have questions, comments, or concerns <3

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