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Was daydreaming abt a bbc merlin timbern au but nvm i connected the dots why my brain would even thought abt making that au.
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THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID
PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader
SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ✦ cursing
REQUESTED ✦ here!
NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)
SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; next part
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yourusername it's tough work being the hottest leclerc 🤷♀️
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user1 UGH SHE'S SO PERFECT
user2 my fav leclerc sibling!!
charles_leclerc the caption 🤔🤔
yourusername am i lying though?? 😘
arthur_leclerc i think you are!
yourusername i think it's just you (& charles) who think that!
landonorris so what's the crown for then?
yourusername because im a queen. i need no other reason 😊👑
landonorris self proclaimed queen or-?
yourusername im queen of the grid, now bow down, bitch!
alex_albon you don't even drive-???
yourusername stop it rn or i'll tell charles to ram into both of you on the track 😊❤️❤️
georgerussell who are the flowers from 🤨🤨
yourusername my man, who else?
georgerussell okay be honest now y/n...who are they from.
yourusername and if i told you ur girlfriend then what 🤷♀️
carmenmmundt only woman i need 😘😘
georgerussell WOAHHH SLOW YOUR ROLL GUYS
carlossainz55 loving the sunglasses, y/n! 😎😎
yourusername awww you type like such a dad but ur forgiven bc ur my fav ferrari driver 💗
charles_leclerc helloo i'm your older brother??
yourusername hey, i'm still allowed to have my favorites!
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yourusername bahrain weekend woohooo!! TEAM LECLERC (third slide is for motivation ❤️)
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user3 THE THIRD SLIDE IM WHEEZING
user4 SHE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY
charles_leclerc the last slide??? im telling maman ☹️
maxverstappen1 maybe you can beat me with that motivation!
yourusername he speaks the truth charlie soz 🤷♀️ AND PLS DONT TELL MAMAN IM SORRY
francisca.cgomes ur sooo 😍😍
yourusername leave pierre for me rn. im richer i swear
pierregasly huh?
yourusername see, not a thought behind those eyes! run away w me bbg 😘
francisca.cgomes okay you've convinced me, give me ten minutes x
yourusername HAAA GOT UR GIRL GASLY
landonorris the coat in bahrain weather??
oscarpiastri how is she surviving??
yourusername a girl does what a girl has to do 🤷♀️ maybe you should both take fashion tips from me anyway xx
charles_leclerc you aren't being rude are you y/n?!
yourusername noooo!! im offering friendly advice 😊
lance_stroll i wonder who bought you the first shirt...🤨
yourusername my rich nepo baby friend, thanks again boo 😘
lance_stroll wowww you're literally a nepo baby sister idk what ur on about
yourusername im actually famous for my incredible looks & witty humor, not my fugly brothers
charles_leclerc why are you so rude to us ☹️
yourusername it comes from a place of love 💗
logansargeant i wonder whose sunglasses you're wearing?!
yourusername idk i just found them!!
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yourusername who needs a man when you have kika 😘 ( ps no clue who the other people in the last pic were, but whatevs )
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user5 the y/n lifestyle is something i needddd
user6 SO REAL FOR THIS
user7 outfitsss!! 😍
francisca.cgomes love you 😘
yourusername LOVE YOU MORE 💗💗
landonorris what on earth were you drinking
yourusername idk but it was fizzy and orangey and it was yum
alex_albon orangey isn't a word ❌
yourusername ACTUALLY ☝️ it is. sooo idk what ur on about mate
pierregasly are you even of age to be drinking
yourusername IM THE SAME AGE AS UR GF??? ur just jelly she prefers me to you
pierregasly ☹️☹️
logansargeant the winnie the pooh shirt 🔥
yourusername do americans even know winnie the pooh...
logansargeant clearly??
charles_leclerc how much did you have to drink
yourusername none of ur concern brother!
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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)
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user8 SHE'S SOOO ICONIC
user9 CAPTION LOOLLL LOVE Y/N
yourusername live laugh love me!!
alex_albon is it now...
yourusername SHUT UP ALBONNN IT IS
yourusername guys the caption is a liee i swear he just loves me 💗
landonorris urm who told you that mate
yourusername shut up or i'll send you back to the basement 😁 no one cares enough to save you
georgerussell63 carmen's looking over my shoulder and says y/n's a cutie
yourusername TELL CARMEN I LOVE HER AND TELL HER TO COME OVER TONIGHT 😘😘
pierregasly are you just after everyone's girlfriend then?
yourusername yup! single life = hoe life, @/alex_albon lily's next 😘
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yourusername hey alexa, play art deco by lana del rey ( 📸 @/arthur_leclerc )
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user10 SHE LISTENS TO LANA?
user11 SHE'S ONE OF US FR
user12 the dress wooowwww
charles_leclerc when did you take these 🤨
yourusername don't worry about it 💗
arthur_leclerc we had tons of fun without you ❤️❤️
yourusername ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN (it's true)
charles_leclerc ☹️☹️☹️
lilymhe 😍😍
yourusername LOVE YOU LILS 💗
yourusername but also ops on leaving alex for me...just for research purposes
alex_albon Y/N STOP IT SHE'S MY GF
yourusername leave me alone im single and sad :(
lance_stroll did i not buy you that dress for christmas
yourusername yes you did!! thanks again lance it was a LOVELY investment 😘
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( caption one: guess where i am!! 🇦🇺 | caption two: yeah yeah the flag gave it away whatever look at my new best friends 🦒 )
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yourusername aussie aussie aussie... (australians finish the chant)
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user13 she's so perfect
user14 wait is she charles' sister??
user15 yup!! she's the youngest of the leclerc siblings
oscarpiastri coming from an australian...no 🧡
yourusername lucky for me ur not the only australian i know...so!
danielricciardo OI OI OI 🇦🇺🇦🇺
yourusername @/oscarpiastri LOOLLLL POINT MADE
oscarpiastri DANIEL WE'RE MEANT TO BE AUSSIE BUDDIES WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME
danielricciardo THE CHANT WAS CALLING TO ME I CANT HELP IT
charles_leclerc FORZA FERRARI
carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️
yourusername idk red's not really my color...might have to step into the mclaren paddock next time to see if orange suits me better
charles_leclerc as my sister you can't fraternise with the enemy
yourusername yeah but y/n leclerc does whatever she pleases and right now she wants to wear an orange jacket 🤷♀️
landonorris *papaya, not orange
yourusername yeah yeah pls give me a vip paddock pass for japan thank you lan 😘🫶
georgerussell63 the first picture??
yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️
charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there
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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)
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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING
user17 the way she said in a podcast once that carlos being in her life was like having ANOTHER older brother makes me cry its so sweet
user18 FERRARI IS MY RED FLAG YESSS 🚩🚩
charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?
yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!
charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??
yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗
carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️
logansargeant embracing your inner cowboy, i see! very american of you 🤠
yourusername RAHHH WHAT IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🦅
lance_stroll nurse, she got out again
yourusername SHUT UP LANCELOT ur just jealous that i prefer america to canada!! ❤️
landonorris thanks for the caption y/n, but are you not looking for a way out of the ferrari paddock...🤨🤨
yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️
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might make a p2 to this idk :)
#f1 x reader#f1#f1 smau#formula one x reader#requests#f1 imagine#formula 1#f1 imagines#f1 x you#charles leclerc#arthur leclerc#lando norris#oscar piastri#carlos sainz#logan sargeant#lance stroll#alex albon#george russell#pierre gasly#formula one x y/n#f1 grid#f1 x female reader#f1 x y/n#mclqren
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hello, I’m hearing that “question…?” Is a haylor song, possibly? (Just in terms of Taylor revisiting and reflecting on her past of course) any thoughts? Or just on midnights in general? Also hope you’re doing well, take care <3
Definitely is, she legit sampled Out of the Woods and went for his neck (rightfully). No avoiding it
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Okay. I absolute love ASW serie. And i have a request about the boy’s holiday concert and knowing what Eddie thinking when she arrived. 🥰
I love see you in my notifications. You’re the best 🫶
Ooh I’ve been so excited for this one! Been chomping at the bit for it to be Christmas time so @munson-blurbs and I could write it lol. Eddie’s mentioned before how pivotal of a moment this was in regards to how he feels about reader, so I’m very glad and thankful you requested this. I hope you enjoy ❤️
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[As You Wish masterlist]
4:56. In four minutes, Eddie is supposed to take Ryan to school. The concert doesn’t start until 6, but kids have to be there early to warm up. He’s not quite sure how much a vocal warm-up will help second graders harmonize, but he’s not about to be the parent whose kid shows up late.
His wife apparently does not share that same concern.
4:57.
Brittany was supposed to be home to watch Luke; Eddie knows better than to drag him along any earlier than he has to. Ryan is nervous enough about his solo, and he certainly doesn’t need his little brother incessantly asking questions that will only fuel his anxiety.
4:58.
“Daddy?” Ryan comes down the hall with you following close behind. “Can you tie my tie?”
Eddie nods, tongue poking from between his lips as he kneels down and fixes his son’s tie. It’s still a bit crooked—there are minimal opportunities for him to wear one as a mechanic, and even fewer now that he and Brittany rarely go on dates—but it will have to suffice.
Tears gather in your eyes as you look at Ryan’s outfit, the red tie completing his white button-down, black slacks, and shiny shoes. “You’re so grown up!”
4:59.
You catch Eddie glancing worriedly at the clock. He’s changed out of his coveralls and wears a maroon button-down shirt, cuffed at the elbows, and pants that match Ryan’s. He’s absolutely delicious; the thought of being the one to unbutton him has sweat prickling under your arms.
“Ry, why don’t you go and get your brother?” Eddie says as gently as he can. Vaguely aware of the tension growing within his father, Ryan nods and heads off to do as he’s told.
As soon as the boy is out of earshot, Eddie mumbles, “shit” under his breath, and rubs his hand across his forehead.
“He has to be there by—” you start to ask but are cut off by Eddie’s exasperated sigh.
“Yes, we need to leave. Now.” Eddie takes a deep breath and his eyes trail over to you. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to jump down your throat like that.”
“Hey, no, it’s okay,” you assure him with a shake of your head. “I completely get it. Brittany’s late, you need to get going, it’s stressful.”
“Yeah, Brittany’s late,” he murmurs more to himself before addressing you. “There’s no reason for me to take anything out on you, you’ve been nothing but wonderful.” His words send a pleasant tingle down your spine. As he takes a step closer, you look up at him beneath your eyelashes. “I’m sorry I snapped, sweetheart.”
“Really, Eddie, it’s okay.” Your hand comes up to rest on his shoulder, trying to emphasize your point. All it does though is leave both of you on pins and needles at the touch. “Why don’t you go ahead and take Ryan?” you offer, reluctantly bringing your hand down. “I’ll bring Luke by for the start of the show. This way you don’t have to try to wrangle the little monkey while you’re getting Ryan where he needs to be.”
Eddie’s brow furrows together and he eyes you warily. “A-Are you sure? Because I don’t have a problem taking on both of them. I’ll use a spare tie as a leash for Luke if I have to.”
You can’t help but giggle at the mental image that conjures. Luke would manage to get a foot or so away and Eddie would reel him back in like a catfish.
“I don’t mind. Really. Cross my heart and all.”
Eddie takes another moment to consider it and concedes as he nods his head. “That would be really helpful. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” you say with a dismissive wave. “I enjoy the talks Luke and I have when we hang out. I always end up learning something new.”
“Oh yeah,” Eddie agrees with a breathy chuckle. “Has he told you that one milliliter of ocean water can contain about 10 million viruses? I got that one at dinner the other night.”
“He has,” you say with a soft giggle. “And yet, he still says going to the beach is what he always wishes for when he throws a coin in the fountain at the mall.”
“Are we going?” Luke’s booming voice precedes both boys as they come into the room. The younger Munson brother looks more annoyed than anything. He probably knows he’ll have to stand around and do nothing before he is forced to sit in an uncomfortable seat and made to listen to his schoolmates unwittingly butcher Christmas Carols.
“Nope, you’re coming with me,” you tell Luke, poking him on the top of his head as he walks by. “Daddy’s taking Ryan to school now and I’m gonna take you for the show.”
“Oh, good,” Luke says with a sigh of relief. Even Ryan looks a bit relieved; he knows it’s hard to corral his little brother.
Eddie’s also noticeably calmer as he prepares himself to leave the house. He pats his pockets, and the jingling of keys lets him know he’s got them. Another pat to his back pocket confirms he’s got his wallet as well.
“All right,” he says, looking to Ryan. “You got everything? We ready to go?”
“Uh, I think so,” Ryan says. He looks down at the secured tie around his neck and can’t come up with anything else he might need.
“Then let’s hit the road. We’ll see you guys later,” Eddie says, nodding at you and Luke.
“Bye, Daddy! Remember, don’t drive on black ice!”
Luke’s warning makes you giggle to yourself as you wave Eddie and Ryan out the door. Once the sound of Eddie’s truck has faded out of the driveway and down the road, Luke turns to you and places his hands on his little hips.
“What’re we gonna do?” he asks.
“Hmm.” You pretend to ponder over his question as you walk to the other side of the room and pick up your purse. “What about, we go up and get your nice clothes for the concert and put them in your Scooby Doo backpack.”
“Why?” Luke asks, wrinkling up his nose. The small boy has a lot of adorable quirks, but you’re pretty sure that one’s your favorite.
“Well, I was thinking,” you say with a shrug. “Nothing goes better with a Christmas concert than some cookies and hot cocoa. I thought you and I could go grab some at the cafe near my apartment. And I know you, you’ll end up wearing half the snack, so it’s better we don’t get you into those nicer clothes until you have to.”
Luke’s big blue eyes light up at the idea of the sugary confections. His head nods so quickly that, with his small shoulders, he looks like a Munson Bobblehead.
“Good idea!” he calls behind him as he races towards his room, nearly tripping over his own feet. “I’m okay!”
The auditorium buzzes with excitement as you and Luke make your way down the aisle. Eddie sits in the front row, easily spotted by the mess of curls tucked into a low ponytail. His brown eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees you.
“Oh, wow—I mean, you made it!” Eddie can’t help but gaze at the way your green velvet dress hugs you in all the right places. It’s flattering without even teetering on inappropriate for an elementary school concert. He recovers awkwardly but quickly, reflexively pulling at his collar to give himself more room to breathe. “Here, um, you guys take a seat…”
Luke bounds over to his dad, plopping into the chair between the two of you. Better off, Eddie thinks wryly, before I do something I really shouldn’t. He glances over at the handmade Naughty and Nice list propped up on the stage; if anyone could read his thoughts right now, he knows exactly where his name would be written.
“Daddy, I had hot cocoa and cookies! And the cookies had chocolate chunks in them. Not chips—chunks,” Luke clarifies, underscoring the importance of differentiating between the two.
You shrug guiltily. “Sorry, I needed a way to get him out of the house on time,” you explain.
Eddie laughs, ruffling Luke’s hair before turning to you. “Didn’t anyone teach you not to negotiate with terrorists?” But above Luke’s line of vision, he mouths thank you, the inaudible movement of his lips sending sparks to your lower belly.
Someone slides into the seat next to Eddie; you expect him to say that it’s taken, but he barely notices. Neither does Luke, and that’s what breaks your heart. Both he and Ryan are so accustomed to their mom missing important events that they no longer bat an eye.
The lights in the auditorium dim and the audience breaks into polite applause as the spotlights click on and teachers usher their small students to where they’re supposed to stand. You have no doubt this is part of what they practiced with the children being here so early, but there’s a handful of kids who still don’t seem to have a clue of what they’re doing.
Ryan is easy to pick out of the crowd. He’s one of the taller boys in his class so he stands up on the back rafter, a spotlight hitting his hair just so to make it look like a honey brown waterfall. Quickly, he catches sight of you as well and waves to you, his father, and brother as the rest of the kids are reaching their intended destinations on stage. Both you and Eddie acknowledge Ryan with small waves, but Luke whips his arm up in the air and waves it back and forth like he’s trying to signal a helicopter where to land.
Feedback crackles over the microphone on center stage as a teacher steps up to it. She clears her throat and shields her bespectacled eyes from the bright lights aimed her way. She taps once, twice on the microphone before she leans in to speak, short blonde curls falling in her face.
“Thank you, everyone, for joining us this evening for Hawkins Elementary School’s Festive Fun Holiday Concert.” There’s a small smattering of applause before she continues. “I am Mrs. Pierce. My class, along with the classes of Mrs. Lopez and Mr. Abrams, have been practicing very hard to bring you all a Christmas treat this evening.”
Luke has already tuned out the talking, his head on a swivel to take in all aspects of the small auditorium. He looks from the speakers to the light fixtures adorned with green garland, back to the kids on stage, then down the rows of the audience to see who all is there. You gently take his littler hand in yours and give it a soft squeeze. Just to ground him back in this moment from wherever his mind wandered off to. He smiles when you shoot him a wink and, now that the teachers are done talking, finds it easier to zone back into the show.
Tinny music begins to play over the speakers stationed around the space and it takes you a moment to place the song as Let it Snow. The initial singing by the children is jarring, but not nearly as off-key as you were expecting. Some of the songs are a bit rough, but some are surprisingly pleasant as well.
As the music transitions to the next song, you see Ryan take a step down from his rafter and make his way towards the front of the stage. He goes to one of the two microphones low enough for the children to access and waits. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer starts with all the children, but by the look of how nervous Ryan is, you’d wager that he has a solo coming up. His small fingers twist against one another as he does his best not to look out into the crowd. Though he’s naturally a shy boy, you can tell there’s some stage fright in there as well. It’s evident that his part is fast approaching when you see his little chest swell with breath, then release it slowly. Grinning from ear to ear, you watch as Ryan takes half a step closer to the microphone and opens his mouth.
“Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say,
‘Rudolph with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?’”
A look of relief washes over Ryan’s face, but you can also see a bit of pride in the way that he smiles. And he should be proud! His small solo was excellent, and you can’t wait to dote on him over it later.
You glance over at Eddie; his grin stretches across his face so widely that you wouldn’t be shocked if his cheeks hurt. He catches you looking and turns his head slightly, one eye winking as if to say, thanks for being here for my kid. Thanks for being here with me.
And maybe it’s the way you giggle, or the way you make sure Luke is comfortable before easing back into your seat, or the way you cheer for Ryan like you’re at a stadium concert, but something shifts within Eddie. He’s always found you beautiful; tonight, you were downright stunning in that dress. It was the oldest cliché in the book: dad crushing on the hot, young babysitter. That’s how he’d managed to brush it off all this time. He was a man with needs, you were an attractive woman. Simple biology.
What he’s feeling now is anything but straightforward. He doesn’t just want to sleep with you; no, he wants you by his side at every school function, every birthday party, every moment of his life, big or small. And not as the babysitter; as his girl.
No, this is not a crush, and it’s not a cliché. It’s love.
After the concert, both you and Eddie are excited to greet Ryan and gush over how well he did. The unspoken fear that you both have though, is that the seven-year-old will be heartbroken when he finds out that his mother didn’t attend the performance. While Luke fidgets where you wait outside of the auditorium for his brother, you and Eddie trade nervous glances as the kids start coming out.
“Where is he?” Luke bemoans after the third student comes out and it isn’t the one he wants.
Ryan comes barreling out of the red double doors, laughing with a group of his friends. The moment he spots you and his family, he waves goodbye to the other kids and dashes over to you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Eddie holding his breath, waiting on pins and needles to hear what the first thing out of his oldest son’s mouth will be.
“I did it!” Ryan cheers.
Eddie sags in relief and even you feel unburdened of a weight you weren’t aware you were holding. The smile on Ryan’s face is pure glee and he’s practically jumping up and down on the spot.
“I’m so proud of you!” Eddie tells him, throwing one arm around the boy’s shoulders and ruffling his hair with the other. “You were the best one up there.”
Ryan’s cheeks turn pink at his father’s praise. Of course, you just pile on top of it, relishing in the way he gets embarrassed and overjoyed at the same time.
“My little George Michael!” you say as you pull Ryan in for a hug. His nose wrinkles up at your comparison but the smile on his face only grows.
Luke looks up at his big brother. “Y’know, I always thought it was froggy Christmas Eve.”
Despite his better judgment, Eddie asks, “bud…why would Christmas Eve be froggy?”
“I dunno,” Luke shrugs, “maybe Santa was delivering a lot of frogs. Or the reindeer got tired, so he had frogs pull his sleigh. Or—”
Eddie puts his hands on Luke’s shoulders and laughs. “All right, Frog Boy. What do you say we get home and celebrate Ryan’s rockstar moment?”
Everyone agrees to that, the four of you walking through the double doors and into the parking lot. Ryan takes Eddie’s hand, and Luke takes yours.
“Where’d you park?” Eddie asks you, and you realize he wants to escort you to your car. Heat creeps up your neck at his small act of chivalry. Part of you suspects that if you shivered, he’d offer his jacket.
Maybe if you were more courageous, you’d test that theory.
“Oh, um, over there.” You point towards your car, leading the way. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on you; protectiveness with a hint of possession. It’s lust with something you can’t quite put your finger on.
You dig your keys out of your bag, smiling triumphantly when you find them quickly. “I’ll see you boys tomorrow?” You laugh kindly, ruffling Ryan’s hair. “I’m so proud of you, Ry. You’re brave and talented.”
A blush settles into Ryan’s cheeks. “Thanks. Um, I’m glad you got to hear me sing. You’re the best.”
“Me, too,” Eddie chimes in, clearing his throat. “I mean, I’m glad you got to hear him sing, too. Not that I think you’re the best. Not that you’re not the best, because the kids love you, and you, um—”
“Hey, look what I found!”
Eddie has never been more grateful for one of Luke’s interruptions. “What is it?”
“Mistletoe!” The little boy holds something that is certainly not mistletoe above his head. “See?”
Ryan scoffs. “That’s a leaf.”
“And a very dead one at that,” Eddie muses, plucking the stem from Luke’s fingers.
A pout puckers Luke’s lips. “You gotta use your imagination!” he insists, taking the pseudo-mistletoe and jumping up and down between you and Eddie. “Now…you…gotta…kiss!”
“No, we don’t,” you and Eddie blurt out in unison.
“Yes, you do,” Luke indignantly sighs. “It’s the law.”
Before he can wimp out, Eddie swoops in and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. Your skin tingles where his lips brushed against it, and you’re left speechless.
Luke, however, remains unimpressed. “That wasn’t a real kiss!”
“Yeah, well, that’s not real mistletoe,” Eddie retorts, trying to compose himself. “C’mon, let’s get home. It’s past your bedtime.”
Eddie was hoping that the ride home would help lull the boys to sleep like it used to when they were babies. Ryan still has adrenaline going through him from the concert though, and Luke is feeding off of that energy.
They’re both talking a mile a minute and neither one of them quiet, but Eddie doesn’t hear a word they say because his mind is so focused on you. You offering to bring Luke to the school later when he had to bring Ryan. You in that curve-hugging dress. You showing up for Ryan when his own mother didn’t. You, with the softest skin when his lips brushed your cheek.
Realizing that he’s in love with you should make Eddie feel worse than it does. The guilt that’s gnawing at his stomach is somewhat abated by the fact that Brittany’s been screwing a litany of men for years. Does it make it worse or better that she probably had no feelings for any of those men? He’s not sure it’s possible for her to truly love anyone besides herself.
Eddie can’t help the smile on his face as he thinks about his feelings for you, though. The way you make him happy is something that he hasn’t experienced in years—if Brittany ever truly made him this happy at all. Everything about you brings joy to Eddie. Well, other than when he thinks of how much younger you are and how you’re surrounded by college age guys who must be tripping over themselves to go out with you. That provides him with a sickening feeling that leaves him dizzy. It’s much easier to focus on the fantasy of being with you, not the reality of where or who you might be headed home to tonight.
When Eddie pulls into the driveway, the boys are decidedly less quiet, though they’re still chatting away. Brittany’s car is parked there as well, sitting idly next to where Eddie’s truck now is. Eddie wordlessly gets out of the car and lets the boys keep talking about whatever it is they’re talking about as he walks with them up to the front door, the light dusting of snow floating down kissing their cheeks and noses.
“It’s late, I want you boys to head to your rooms and put your pajamas on, okay?” Eddie says as he unlocks the door. Both boys agree—begrudgingly, on Luke’s part.
Brittany isn’t in sight when they first step into the house, which has Eddie breathing a sigh of relief. He really shouldn’t be feeling that way about seeing his own wife, should he? Oh well, that ship sailed a long time ago.
The boys head down the hall and as Ryan passes the kitchen, he skids to a halt and does a double take.
“Hi, Mom!” he says with an enthusiastic wave. Eddie’s prepared for his oldest to launch into the story of how great the concert was and how much fun he had, but he just continues down the hall towards his room. Luke didn’t even stop to greet his mother.
Eddie drops his keys in the bowl by the door and shrugs out of his leather jacket. It’s slightly wet to the touch from the flurries that landed on him between the truck and the house.
If Brittany had just missed an event of his, Eddie wouldn’t give two shits or make a big deal of it. But this was Ryan’s big night, something that she should have wanted to and made sure to attend. Now Eddie feels the need to make a stink about it.
He wanders into the kitchen and slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans. As soon as he steps inside, he sees Brittany leaning against the counter with a glass of water in her hand, absolutely glaring at him. The look takes him aback. Why in the hell is he getting that look? She’s the one who has to explain herself.
“I can’t believe you,” Brittany says, further shocking her husband.
“I…what?” Eddie asks. He almost feels too dumbfounded to speak. It quickly crosses his mind that maybe she somehow figured out the epiphany he had about his feelings for you tonight, but if Brittany could read minds things would have gone downhill a lot sooner in their marriage than this.
“You left without me. You couldn’t even wait until I got home?” Brittany slams the glass of water down on the counter and takes a step towards him.
Eddie quickly checks to make sure the boys haven’t stepped in behind him before he raises his eyebrows and lowers his voice.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I did wait, Britt. I waited until the last goddamn minute. But Ryan had to get to the school, and I wasn’t about to make him late just because you couldn’t be bothered to be home on time.”
The sneer Brittany gives him could curdle milk.
“So now my son is going to think that I don’t care because I didn’t go tonight,” she seethes.
Eddie toys with the idea of telling her that he didn’t seem to care one iota that she wasn’t there, but he doesn’t want Ryan to catch even a smidgen of her wrath.
“You have a car. You know where the damn school is. Why didn’t you get your ass over there when you got home?”
“That isn’t the point!” she snaps. Eddie now knows that this argument has moved from rational and logic, to whatever bullshit straws Brittany can grasp at.
“Okay,” Eddie says, knowing full well he’s already fighting a losing battle. “What is the point?” He crosses his arms over his chest and Brittany mirrors the action, as if annoyed she didn’t think of taking up the offended posture first.
“That you didn’t wait for me. Your wife. I had to come home probably five minutes after you left!”
“And I told you why we left when we did. I also provided you with what you could have alternatively done, but that would mean admitting that you’re wrong and God forbid you do that.” Brittany opens her mouth, but Eddie shakes his head and cuts her off before she can say anything. “Fucking forget it. It’s late, I’m tired, I’m going to bed.”
Eddie goes to turn down the hallway towards the master bedroom when he realizes he never took off his boots. He stalks back to the front door and kicks them off, using the wall for balance. When his eyes flit back up from his feet, they catch sight of his jacket—and Brittany’s next to it. He narrows his eyes as he looks at them side by side. His is still wet from the melted snow coating it, but Brittany’s is wet as well. It’s not just the side where his jacket is brushing up against it, either. Eddie reaches for the arm of the jacket on the opposite side and feels that it’s just as wet as his own. If Brittany had really come home just after they’d left, there’s no way it would still be wet.
Dropping the jacket sleeve and letting out a huff of unamused laughter, Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. He shouldn’t be surprised, really. Brittany is no stranger to lying. She probably got home about five minutes before they did, but in typical Brittany fashion, had to spin everything so she’s the victim even when she’s the one in the wrong.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbles to himself. He rubs at his eyes as he walks back down the hallway. He’s way too tired to deal with any of this bullshit.
It doesn’t matter, he tells himself. I’ll just get ready for bed and then I can lay down and think about the woman who actually shows up for me and my boys—and try to imagine she doesn’t do it purely out of the goodness of her heart, and that she enjoys spending time with me as much as I do her.
He can hear Brittany talking on the kitchen phone, prattling on to her friend about how her awful husband cruelly abandoned her at their son’s holiday concert. Looking over at the empty half of the bed, he pictures you sleeping there. His arms would wrap around you as you whisper about how proud you are of Ryan or relay a funny tidbit from Luke. Eddie would kiss your forehead as you drift off to sleep, reveling in your beauty even as you slumber. His own eyelids soon grow heavy with the day’s physical and emotional exhaustion. Before he falls asleep, he manages to eke out a wish to dream of you tonight.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#older!eddie#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson imagine#AYW#AYWS#dad!eddie
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⋆✮theodore nott-pt 2✮⋆
part 1 / part 3 / part 4
the nott family has expanded with wealth over multiple generations, an abundance of wealth. perhaps not as much as the malfoy family, but certainly a fair share. considering this, one would think that theodore nott would be just as much of a prick as his father and every other male in his family is. however he’s not. quite the opposite actually, simply put- theodore is different. logically he wasn’t supposed end up how he has end up: as an actually nice human being, but i suppose we should thank his mother for this. Mrs Nott, born into the Shafiq family, derived from immense wealth as well the community of the Scared Twenty-eight. On a rainy night of March ‘86, Theodore, at the young age of 8, witnessed his mother’s murder by the hands of Rabastan Lestrange. Since then theo has frequent and violent flashbacks, keeping him up at night, leading to severe insomnia. Draco Malfoy is the first friend he befriends before joining Hogwarts, and so creating a strong brotherly bond between the two. theo is very fond of narcissa and thankful for her presence as a motherly figure, but of course this doesn’t stop him from missing the warmth of his mother..
Starting Hogwarts and making new friends wasn’t very hard for Theo, having spent most of his time by himself, in solitude, (or with Draco) theo had absolutely no problem in drowning out his surroundings. However this would have to change, he realised this as soon as he stepped into the great hall, bustling with students, nothing like theo had ever seen before. Arriving at the Slytherin table, full of new-joiners and boisterous upper years, theo quietly took his seat next to Draco. Everything about Hogwarts was beyond Theodore’s imagination, the laughter, the decorations, the colours, the people. Over the next few weeks, theo gradually emerged from his shell, gaining confidence the more he talked to others. Soon his group of friends expanded, he was like a magnet. Everyone wanted to talk to him, everyone wanted to be friends with him, it was a shock to say the least but what can one say- Theodore Nott to this day still has that charm. 1st and 2nd year flew by, full of mischief, trouble, and memories that would be unforgettable. Speaking of memories, theo will probably remember every single memory he’s ever had (possibly because the first 8 years of his life he had so few) but he will literally remember anything and everything. theo rarely went back home for the holidays, so when summer was finally over, he was more than happy to start Hogwarts for the third year. (this year EVERYONE got their glow up, and best you believe our man theodore did asw😻😻) theodore’s third year at hogwarts consisted of the friend group to dilute into five members- him, draco, mattheo, lorenzo and blaise. the five got up to no good- staying up late in each other’s dorms doing god knows what, sneaking out of hogwarts into hogsmeade and making their teacher’s lives miserable. not shockingly the group also managed to gain a whole lotta female attention, including theo, but unlike the others theo was quite unresponsive towards this and kept to himself and his friends, (lucky for us😝).
fourth year- things got messy. this year brought him and mattheo closer than before, initiating their very own brotherly bond. they would spend late nights up at the astronomy tower and come forward with their inner thoughts and feelings. theo feels a real sense of trust when talking to Mattheo about his mother, and likewise for Mattheo while talking about his father. if you think about it, Mattheo and theo are so similar yet so different, only more the reason for them to be getting along well.
when i said things got messy, i was referring to the first party the gang was invited to. ravenclaws surprising quidditch victory lead to a huge rager thrown in their common room, with students from every house invited. now, why would they say no? that very night, the miraculous creation of fire whisky was discovered, they can all handle alcohol pretty well, but going to classes the next day was the real test.. yet this didn’t stop them from hosting regular shot nights in their dorms. midway through the year, draco’s interest had piqued in one of the greengrass sisters. (of course as we all expected) astoria was one of your dearest friends and seeing her so happy in a relationship with draco made your heart swell. so this bond caused the affixion of you, along with your two other best friends- pansy and daphne, with the group of boys. little did you know that this decision would result in you and a certain boy becoming one..
#a part two bcs you guys asked so kindly🙌🏼🥹 #kinda sad at the beginning and slightly rushed at the end😬 #i think I’m gonna do a part 3 but lmk if you guys’d want that!!
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what builds a home » jeong yunho
SYNOPSIS: Marriage is everything but easy. It can make or break your life, your dreams, and your very being. Thankfully, you're blessed with a wonderful husband, who continues to work hand in hand with you to ensure that your married life is nothing short of blissful.
PAIRING: yunho x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used asw)
GENRE: romance/fluff, very slight angst, humor, suggestive
THEME/S: established relationship, husband!yunho, dad!yunho, mom!reader, basically parent au
⚠️ WARNINGS: profanities, pregnancy, suggestive (mentions/allusions to sex), no smut but there's a really intimate part that's almost foreplay, making out, hickeys, violence (yunho punches someone haha), reader gets verbally harassed, mentions of physical injuries
WORD COUNT: 7.2k
➺ MAIN MASTERLIST
Your husband is devoted.
Devoted to loving you, and in helping you in any way he can.
Years ago when he first realized that he was falling in love with you, he vowed to himself that he will marry you and take good care of you for life.
Jeong Yunho is a man of his words.
The first two years of your marriage, you decided to spend traveling around the world, making the most out of your honeymoon; spending more, and more, and more leisure time with just each other. With Yunho being everything but boring, every trip guaranteed a fun time. You traveled to at least thirty two countries, splurging on food and service from the locals of your destinations until you have used up all the budget that you had set aside for that particular phase of the marriage.
Another couple of years later, you came to another decision.
You both finally decided that you wanted to start a family of your own.
It took several tries, baffling you how hard it was to get pregnant when you’re actually trying for it, but after a while, it all eventually came through.
Thank the heavens for giving you an amazing husband, because pregnancy is hell.
Even with all crazy cravings, ridiculous mood swings, body aches, and random anger bursts, Yunho made sure to not just see you through, but be with you through it all.
He was your pillar. He studied and did everything he can do to help you through your pregnancy and never complained. He made sure to take good care of you, be gentle with you, and just continue to show his love for you through it all. He made you feel safe, and not once did he ever panic, even when your water broke in the middle of the grocery store and people were staring like crazy everywhere. Yunho prepared himself for it all.
And although everything seemed to be a little bit hazy and vague during that day— that very moment— you still couldn’t forget the first time Yunho held your little bundle of joy in his arms.
“Jeong Yunhee,” Yunho coos, his voice slightly cracking as his doe eyes begin to glisten with tears. “My lovely little girl...” He gulps; a poor attempt to hide the tremble underneath his voice as he listens to the cries of his newborn baby.
The lovestruck look on his face will forever be imprinted on your mind, for you have never felt any happier seeing how much Yunho adored your baby girl. You knew, right then and there, that he will be a great parent to her, just like how he’s an amazing husband to you.
That stayed true even when, admittedly, the first months of parenthood were… rather agonizing and draining.
Thankfully, angels in the guise of mothers came to the rescue, coming over as frequently as they can to help you and Yunho with Yunhee. Sometimes they took turns, sometimes they came over together, but it was safe to say that they were always there to teach the two of you what you needed to know. And although you knew that the two of you were still lacking as newbie parents, you were both determined to learn and improve for your little girl.
Here you are today, waking from your shallow slumber for the sixth time tonight, your eyes barely fluttering open from the lack of sleep. Yunhee’s cries echo inside the room, not even a slight hint of light peeking from the curtains. It must not have been long since you last put her back to sleep.
It takes you a few seconds to compose yourself, but it’s only when you’re shuffling to sit that you make out a figure of a man picking your baby up from the little crib.
You move your arms to sit up, the space beside you warm although empty.
“Yunhee,” Yunho coos, voice raspy and thick from being drowsy as he takes his little one into his arms. “Sshh, it’s okay, baby. You’ve tired mama out big time today and she needs rest, but don’t worry, papa’s here. Be a good girl and go back to sleep, hm?”
Yunho sways Yunhee back into a slumber, humming to a lullaby.
A tired smile creeps onto your lips, though you try your best to get up from the bed as quietly as you can, tiptoeing over to them and snaking your arms around your husband’s waist. Placing a soft kiss onto his shoulder blade, you rest your head on top of his arm and adore your bundle of joy as her eyes begin to flutter close with the sound of Yunho’s soft humming.
“She’s really a mini you,” you whisper, turning your head to smile at Yunho. Your faces are just millimeters away, so it’s hard to miss the smitten look he gives you— so soft and loving that you think he’s about to burst into tears right then and there again. As you give him a smile and his arm a reassuring squeeze, he leans over to place a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.
“Thank you for giving me this beautiful family,” He whispers, “It’s really all that I ever need and I’ve ever dreamed of.”
Feeling hot tears pool at the corner of your eyes, you tighten your hug around him and nuzzle your cheek into his bicep, staring fondly at the little girl sound asleep in his arms.
There wasn’t a day that Yunho wasn’t around to both help you and take care of you. He has been there since day one, and his dedication to your little family was just everything you needed to push through all the sleepless nights, and fearlessly look forward to whatever may come in the future.
Commitment builds a home.
Yunho is the type of husband who dreams big for his little family.
It’s something that isn’t really new to people, especially the ones you both know, simply because he had been a big dreamer ever since. Everybody knows Yunho to be the type of person who will do anything in his power to not let his dreams just be dreams.
On top of all that, he will most certainly do anything— heck, everything, if he could— for the people he loves.
“—and then a veeery large garden with plenty of chicken!” His voice echoes from the veranda, Yunhee perched onto his lap.
For a while, it’s silent, and you begin to suspect that he might have caused some sort of trouble again (you’ve grown to accept the fact that your husband is crazy, and it isn’t really that hard to believe), and also because it’s a given that he can be a total klutz sometimes. Your suspicion grows stronger by the growing second, but when you turn around, all you see is your husband and daughter looking at each other with expectant eyes.
“K-k—”
Yunhee’s eyebrows begin to furrow, lips pouting as she makes sounds with her lips. Realizing what she’s trying to do, Yunho’s eyes grow even wider, his mouth opening along, as if it would help his daughter get the word out of her mouth.
“K-k—ken!”
She finally yells along with a raise of her arms. The glow in Yunho’s eyes visibly brightens, and he stands to screech and laugh, putting his hands under Yunhee’s armpits to hoist her up happily.
“Chicken!” Yunho repeats, happily nuzzling his nose against hers.
“—papa, ken!” Yunhee laughs and claps her hands.
“Oh, you want papa to be a chicken?”
Yunho doesn’t miss a beat and quickly goes into character, carefully placing Yunhee on the baby chair before squatting and isolating his neck to imitate that of a chicken. Yunhee bursts into a fit of giggles, which does absolutely nothing but spur Yunho on.
From afar, you let out a snort at the scene, shutting the faucet off with an amused look on your face. “Yun, stop scaring the child.”
Carefully, you begin rolling the hose, tidying up as quick as you can to be able to join in on the father-daughter moment.
“Yunnie isn’t scared,” Yunho says with glee, “Look at her, she looks so happy! Right, baby?” He coos, and without missing a beat, Yunhee replies with a little shriek. It goes without saying that Jeong Yunhee is basically an entire duplicate of Yunho— a huge, lovely, ball of sunshine with the prettiest smile— along with the fact that she picks up on things fast whenever he’s the one who teaches her.
Oh, he’s definitely going to have to bear the stress of teaching mathematics later on.
“Don’t you think it’s weird that the third word she literally learns to say is chicken? Normally, children would say… I don’t know, maybe grandma, or something.”
“Well, I think you know better than to think that our family is normal,” Yunho says with a smile, and you only give him a mere shrug, because he’s right.
When it comes to you and Yunho, there’s absolutely nothing normal. Your likes, your vibe, your type of fun… how much more your own child?
With a jump in your stride, you join Yunho and Yunhee on the veranda’s steps, immediately holding your hand out to lift her.
“Hi, baby,” You purse your lips and press your nose to her fluffy cheek— which, of course, she got from her father— inhaling her scent before placing little kisses on her skin with your nose. She giggles at the feeling, hands flailing around to try and search for something to hold on to.
Eventually, her grubby little hands find your cheeks, squishing them like you’d always do to hers. She squishes them once, twice, thrice… and then pauses to look up and meet your eyes. When she sees your brows cock up in curiosity, she smiles— imitating the very look on Yunho’s face when he’s up to no good— but to your surprise…
Yunhee concentrates on your chin, leaning in slowly before carefully placing a quick kiss on it. She even says a little “mwah” as she does it, right before looking you in the eye and giggling aimlessly, as if she didn’t just do the cutest thing in the world.
Both yours and Yunho’s eyes are wide open, and you look at him with a tear-clad gaze— the byproduct of holding your giddiness in— afraid you’ll startle Yunhee if you decide to do so much as to squeal. Yunho feels his heart rise to his throat at the sight, though he blinks his tears away before scooting as close as he could and trying to grab Yunhee’s attention.
“What about me?! Yunhee, what about papa? Papa wants a kiss too, please— Yunnie, Yunnie, hey, look at papa, love— come on baby, don’t let me lose to ma—”
“She’s not even paying attention to you at all, Oh god, this is so funny— ow!” You shriek with a laugh when Yunho aggressively shakes his head while playfully thrusting and nuzzling it into the crook of your neck, his way of silencing you because he never accepts defeat.
Laughter and shrieks fill the space for a long while, and when the excitement begins to die down, Yunho decides to rest his head on top of your shoulder; one arm around your waist and hooked on your arm— the other playing with Yunhee’s hair, who’s lying snugly in your embrace. As you sit down together and admire the sunset hues, Yunho couldn’t help but sigh in bliss.
“Someday, we’ll be able to buy our own farm and build that modernized nipa hut we saw on Pinterest. Then, I’ll ask San to send us some pigs and cows and help us plant veggies and fruits...” He mumbles, fingers rubbing circles on your skin.
“And then we’ll spend our weekends and summers there, and on the weekdays, send our little Yunhee to school, pack her lunch up and fetch her from school with our dream car every afternoon.”
You turn your head and look at him, so Yunho raises his head and rests his chin on top of your shoulder to face you closely as well. You don’t miss the way his gaze flickers between your lips and eyes, so you place a loving peck on his cupid’s bow. “Then papa will teach her how to dance when she’s older.”
Yunho breaks into a grin.
“Then we’ll go to Everland and Lotte world often to bond, or even have some out of town or out of the country travels for leisure,” He sits up to narrow his eyes at the two of you, fingers forming into L’s as if to angle you and Yunhee together. “And papa will buy anything that his girls would want to have.”
You chuckle, shifting Yunhee in your arms and pointing at Yunho.
“Nini, tell papa he won’t be the only one doing that because we’ll buy him everything he wants too.” You say in a determined voice, making Yunhee screech, and then say the new word she’s been obsessing with by far—
“—ken!” She yells, arms flailing around as she laughs.
This time, Yunho really couldn’t help but clutch his chest, taking a moment to collect himself before saying,
“Little Yunhee wants a chicken, she’ll get a chicken!”
So, he goes back to doing his neck isolation, but with bent legs and flapping elbows this time, along with the request that Yunhee should give him a kiss in exchange for doing this one.
Dreams build a home.
Yunho is the type of husband who values honesty.
Whenever there’s something that troubles or worries him, he will always talk to you about it, even if it may become the source of a potential argument for the both of you. You’ve agreed that opening up and arguing would be better than lying at the cost of your relationship, or potentially risking miscommunication and hard feelings.
You’re reading Yunhee a bedtime story when the door to her bedroom creaks open, and you’re met with Yunho’s figure by the door, his gaze softening at the sight of the two of you huddled together in your pajamas.
“Papa!” Yunhee whisper-yells, carried away by the silence of the home, though her eyes are gleaming as she watches Yunho slip inside the room. He shuffles around the bed quietly before bending to place kisses on yours and Yunhee’s foreheads.
“You’re home early, Yun…?” The question falls out of your lips, and it’s a question because Wooyoung’s grand bachelor party shouldn’t have ended within a day. You know that they should be out for at least two to three days, as per what Wooyoung had explained to you weeks prior.
Yunho hums, looking up from stroking Yunhee’s hair.
“Can we talk?”
“Mm. Just let me finish this and tuck her to bed, okay?” Yunho hums as a reply, giving you a tired smile before kissing Yunhee’s forehead one more time, placing a peck on your lips, and then heading out to your shared bedroom.
By the time the story ends, Yunhee is already fast asleep, and you place a quick kiss onto her cheeks before switching the lamp off and tiptoeing to the main bedroom. Upon arriving, you immediately get a whiff of Yunho’s familiar scent, and you find him on the bed, all washed up and changed into comfortable clothes.
“Baby?”
You shut the door behind you carefully. Upon hearing your voice, Yunho peeks at you from under his arm, lifting his elbow to take a glance at you.
“Tucked Yunhee to bed?”
He sits up, sitting cross-legged onto your bed as you hum. Carefully, you sit across him, mirroring his position, although your hands are reaching over to fix his messy shirt out of habit.
“What is it that you wanted to talk about?” You ask in a hushed voice, a little daunted by what’s to come. You and Yunho usually have lots of pillow talks, but you do it while lying down or cuddling, so to be actually sitting up to talk means that Yunho means serious business.
You breathe, brows starting to furrow when Yunho begins poking his tongue against his cheek. Your thumb begins rubbing circles on the back of his palm to calm him, but it seems like you’re doing it for yourself more than for him.
“Is something wrong, love?”
Yunho scoots closer to you.
“Somebody will be texting you in…” He takes a glance at the wall clock, “Like, maybe five minutes.”
“What? Why?”
“And I need you to tell her off,” Yunho finishes, staring at you dead in the eye. “Like, really tell her off. I don’t care how you do it.”
You pull your hand away, “Jeong Yunho, what the hell is happening?”
Yunho heaves a breath before he finally slouches, as if surrendering to his own self— against whatever debates and internal monologues he was having.
“So… we were celebrating Wooyoung’s bachelor party a while ago, right? There were... a lot of girls.”
“Baby, of course, there would be a lot of girls… It’s not called a bachelor party for nothing.”
Although you and Yunho had shared that both bachelor and bachelorette parties didn’t really sit right with the both of you (hence why you never hosted those even before you got married), it was his friend’s special day, so you asked him to come to the party anyway. It’s a day dedicated to celebrating Wooyoung’s engagement, which you’re amazed with, really, because Wooyoung isn’t easy to tie down at all, but here he is... you think. He’d also very generously asked permission from you if Yunho could come, since their six other lifelong friends would be there, and it would be a great time to catch up as well.
Yunho refused and told him that they could hang out another time, but you ended up making him come anyway because… why should he not? It’s his friend’s celebration. With the amount of trust you have for him as well, there’s no need for other questions to be asked.
“No, listen carefully, okay, love? The girls… you know what they do, right? Wooyoung's party had some professional escorts. No judgment to them, it’s their job to be all over us but I mean… I get a say too, right? So I said no, keep me out of this, and while the others kept their distance when I said that I don’t want anything from them and that I’m happily married, there’s this one girl who really wouldn’t budge. Wooyoung told me she’s probably new and looking for a bigshot client who can become her regular and she had her eyes locked on me— really locked on me that she never stopped lurking around me and bothering me until the end so I—”
Yunho pauses to breathe after unconsciously rambling for so long the veins in his neck are showing.
You hold your breath.
“So, I gave her your number.”
“You what?”
“What? I didn’t want her to get mine!” Yunho argues, “She was never going to listen to me anyway so I gave her your number because I needed her to get to leave me alone and I want you to tell her off and tell her that I’m taken yourself.”
He finishes his sentence with a huff, seemingly very upset with everything that has happened. On the other hand, you’re still a little flabbergasted, trying to process everything that he has told you so far, literally two minutes into the conversation.
“Yun, you—” He cuts you off instantly by taking your face into his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs lightly.
“Are you mad? God, I’m so sorry, my love. I know, I would have been upset, too. I was so stressed that I just had to come home as soon as I could and talk to you about it. Goodness, now that I’m actually thinking about it, Mingi barely stopped me from jumping off that ship and swimming back home. It was the craziest thing I ever thought of doing but I was just so vexed—”
“Yunho,” You chuckle, cutting him off this time as you take his hands from your cheeks and hold them in yours. “I’m just glad you didn’t jump and drown or fall to your death, okay?”
For a moment, Yunho’s brows are furrowed, because… did you even hear all the things he said? You seemed to be more focused on the thought of him jumping off the ship and drowning rather than all the things that involved the girl. But when you speak again, he finally understands why.
“And it’s fine, I’m not mad. I promise.”
He’s finally able to breathe properly for once today.
“Why did you even make me go to that stupid party anyway…” He mumbles sulkily, a pout gracing his lips as he lets his head fall onto the crevice of your neck and shoulder, eyes closing as he finds comfort in your warmth.
A giggle bubbles from your throat at the feeling of being amused at how Yunho had reacted to such a thing. With a smile, you shuffle into a more comfortable position by climbing onto his lap, to which he quickly adjusts to. He leans his back against the headboard, lower limbs stretched, you seated on his lap caged in his arms, and his head still in the crook of your neck. Your hands find his hair, combing through it to prolong the moment further. You feel Yunho jolt a bit as he shudders at the feeling.
“So… did Wooyoung have to turn the ship around so you can come back to land?”
Yunho smiles and nuzzles his head further onto your skin, “No, he let me borrow a yacht, but that would have been hilarious.”
There’s silence for a while, but it’s comfortable. You think Yunho may have fallen asleep at some point, until he shuffles a bit and places two quick pecks on your collarbone.
“So… this is the thing that’s been bugging you?”
Yunho pulls away for a bit and nods, his eyes looking a little misty.
“Yes. I mean, I know what bachelor parties are and I know that those girls were just doing what they were paid for but… really? Bugging a married man to death? I even made sure to boast my ring to everyone so that nobody comes after me. It’s just… I don’t know, love. Being eyed or touched by women who aren’t you... I don’t like it. Even I don't want to share myself with others.”
“Silly Yuyu,” you chuckle, and Yunho feels his heart lurch to his throat at the use of the old nickname you gave him.
“I think you ought to know, I would have only gotten disappointed if you decided to do so much as to amuse her but you didn’t, and that’s all that matters. I mean— I must admit, having many people fawning all over you every time can get a bit annoying for me sometimes too. But then again, who wouldn’t want to try to get you, you pretty, pretty man?” You chuckle, holding the sides of his face and lifting his head up to look at you properly. “I trust you enough and you never fail to show me every time that you treasure it so much. Thank you for being honest with me.”
Yunho’s shoulders visibly relax, and he’s practically just melting in your arms the more you talk to him. Your heart softens at the thought— he must have been really stressed and uncomfortable.
“I love you. I don’t and would never want anybody but you,” He murmurs, arms holding you tighter as he places kisses on your neck.
“You know that, don’t you?”
He mumbles, lips softly grazing the sensitive skin of your neck before he nuzzles his nose against it. Breath hitching high up your throat, you can only hum, feeling your breath get heavier by the second. Yunho continues leaving kisses on your skin— from your jaw down to your neck, your collarbones—
“Can I?” He asks, wide eyes looking for an answer as he holds the hem of your shirt. You nod, and without wasting any more time, Yunho pulls it off of you, leaving you in your bra.
“You still wear one at home?” He chuckles, fingers toying with the lacy material.
“Shut up, I had to double check if all the gates and doors were locked, and when I went outside, there were still a lot of people roaming around. I didn’t know you’d be coming home.”
He giggles right before nuzzling his face in the valley of your breasts.
“Hey! That tickles—”
Ping.
Both you and Yunho turn to the source of the sound; your phone gleaming brightly on the nightstand. You lift yourself briefly from Yunho’s lap to grab your phone, swiping on the notification as you settle back onto his lap.
“Oh, it seems like she texted.”
“Call her,” Yunho says, shrugging when you look at him incredulously, “It should make things easier to settle. We’re in the middle of something here, you know?”
You snort at his behavior, though you follow nonetheless. To be frank, you were also in a rush to get things over with, anyway.
It rings twice before there’s a cheery voice from the other line.
“Hello, Mr. Jeong! This is Seola from a while ago, I hope you remember me.”
“Hi, Mrs. Jeong speaking,” You reply, and Yunho purses his lips to avoid bursting into a fit of laughter, though there’s an amused look on his face.
And he thinks definitely turning insane, because hearing you tell others that you're his wife has never sounded so hot.
“Are you one of the ladies at Wooyoung’s party?”
There’s a pause from the other line before she stutters out,
“I— uh— um, yes…”
“Listen, I’m not going to make this any longer than it should be. He’s a married man, babe, there’s no point in trying to push things, and I know he tried to get his point across several times. Please, try to respect not only his boundaries but also our marriage. You made him really uncomfortable today, and it was supposed to be a happy celebration between him and his friends. In the end, he couldn’t even get to stay longer at the party and spend time with his buddies because he was too perturbed to do anything.”
Disappointment laces your voice, your mind going back to think about how lethargic and amiss Yunho looked when he opened the door to Yunhee’s bedroom.
“I’m— I’m so, so sorry, it’s just… I thought he was exaggerating by telling me that he’s married because he seemed shy. I promise you I was just trying to entertain as many clients as I can, I really needed the pay…”
You nod, almost as if she can see you talking right in front of her. “I see what you mean, but next time, I hope you’ll be more cautious, yeah? Not all people—“
You stop speaking abruptly when your breath hitches high up your throat, and it’s because your husband is suddenly kissing and sucking on the skin just above your breast without warning.
You give him a glare (that’s barely one) as if to ask him what he was doing, but he only stops nipping at your bruising skin and leaves a kiss on top of it before telling you,
“Keep talking.”
The sudden drop of his voice makes electricity run up your spine, and you’re the first to break eye contact.
“N-not all people consent to be touched so you should... you should ask f-for consent and... and respect their wishes...” You manage to stutter out, though Yunho is making it very hard to focus and breathe when his large hands are tracing patterns on the expanse of your stomach.
“Yes. I’m so sorry, Mrs. Jeong. I’ll delete this number and never bother you again. Thank you for being kind to me even after my mishap…”
Yunho begins massaging patterns just above your navel.
“Mmhm…” A hum unconsciously leaves your lips, and there’s silence for a while. You make eye contact with your very, very mischievous lover, who seems to be thriving now that he has your eyes on him— and his ministrations.
Yunho’s hand goes a bit lower.
Lower.
There’s a small squeak from the person on the other line; “Um, Mrs. Jeong? Are you oka—“
Lower.
“That— oh, yes— that’s all, I’m hanging up.”
Once you end the call and throw your phone somewhere on the bed, you grab Yunho’s cheeks with a hand and chuckle.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
He angles his face away and threatens to bite your thumb, which you pull away with a laugh. “Hmm, I was planning to let her know just how married we are.”
“Like I said, crazy.” You roll your eyes.
Right after the words leave your lips, you’re laid onto your back, and Yunho’s hovering dangerously close above you.
“Will you let me love you, my love?” He asks, hooking your legs around his hips, leaning in closer to you and combing stray strands of hair away from your face. "Will you take what's yours?"
“Yes,” It comes out breathlessly, though you try to compose yourself before you whimper out in a jesting manner, “Please. I’ll go cuckoo on you if you don’t after what you just did.”
Yunho giggles at your little comment, though he doesn’t waste any more time. His plush lips touch the expanse of your throat, your jaw, traveling upward until he’s capturing your lips into a passionate kiss. And as the kisses grow deeper, and deeper with each passing minute, you and Yunho need not speak to know that the night is still young and that you— for the first time in a while— will get to lavish each other with endless love until the crack of dawn once more.
Communication, honesty, and faithfulness build a home.
Yunho is the type of husband who will protect his loved ones no matter what it takes, no matter what it will get him into. He is somebody who isn’t afraid of anything if it means he’ll be able to defend the ones he holds dear to his heart.
You just got home from being called to the principal’s office of Yunhee’s daycare. As you place all of your things onto the table with your little one trailing guiltily behind you, you finally sigh and let your tense shoulders relax.
Yunhee’s little feet take her to the dining table, and she hoists herself up the chair without saying anything, knowing you’re still probably a bit frazzled with what the principal had told you about Yunhee’s behavior at school. As you turn to her, your frustrated orbs meet her guilty, puppy-like ones— ones she exactly got from Yunho, for sure. The tension leaves your shoulders at the sight of her.
You know your baby girl, and she does things with reason. You and Yunho raised her that way, and you’re sure you did a great job at it. All you have to do is to listen to what she has to say, because you know that what the teacher has told you isn’t the entirety of the story, especially not when she hadn’t allowed Yunhee a second to defend herself.
So you do.
You plop onto the seat right across from her in an attempt to talk.
“Before we speak, do you know where papa is?” You ask, but Yunhee only shakes her head.
And then, your neighbor comes bursting through the door.
“y/n!” he calls, panting as he tries to catch his breath. “Yunho got into a fight down the street! Go, I’ll look after Yunhee—”
You don’t even get to hear the last part of his sentence yet, and you’re already sprinting out of the house. You rush head on towards a huge, obvious, crowd of people down the street, because it could only mean one thing.
You swore you had never run past four houses in the block in less than ten seconds until today.
“Yunho!” You yell like a mantra, even from blocks away, until you’re pushing through the crowd to get to him, trying to get his attention, but to no avail. Yunho is overly focused, busying himself with tackling the man down and punching the living nuts out of him.
“Yun, stop! Please—” You gasp as soon as you get a hold of him, pulling him up from further harming the other man. It’s a flurry of yells, bruises, and blood, but you somehow manage to get Yunho back inside the house in one piece.
Yunhee grimaces as soon as he sees Yunho’s cuts and darkening bruises, although her eyes are becoming watery from sadness and worry. You give your neighbor your thanks along with a promise of pots for his new plants (he was a major gardening freak somehow even without a green thumb), but he waves it off, saying he was happy to help keep your (crazy) husband alive at least.
“Now,” You sigh just as you finish treating Yunho’s wounds, running a hand over your face in distress. He’s leaning by the kitchen counter, holding an ice pack to his lips, a visibly irked look on his face..
“What happened?”
You look over to Yunhee by the living room, who averts her gaze as soon as she sees you turning to her direction. Yunho notices this, and he turns around so that he could speak, properly facing you, without alarming Yunhee. He takes one last breath as a (poor) attempt to calm down, but successfully lowers his voice.
“We really should have listened to the other neighbors. That neighbor they all hate? God, that bastard has apparently been wanting to go after you and, fuck, I know I have such a lovely wife and I know how many people are trying to go after you out there everyday but he— he actually had the audacity to—! Heck, he asked about you, y/n, and in a way that he’s not supposed to; like a dirty fucking sicko! He asked me about you like I’m not your husband, told me about all the things he—” Yunho pauses to take a breather, chest heaving violently as he tries to control his emotions.
“And it angers me so bad because even when I have been treating him nicely— we have been treating him nicely when nobody else would; when everybody told us from the very start to treat him like an outsider and not have anything to do with him— when nobody ever showed him any kindness but us and he had the audacity to— god, I just can’t fathom the danger that he might become— good god—”
Yunho gasps and pants by the time he’s done rambling, especially because he’s whisper-yelling— making breathing pretty much harder to do. Although with the way he’s still trying to gain momentum for another perfect timing to speak, you know he’s not yet done. A spur of the moment thing, perhaps— Yunho never loses his cool when he’s in public, or not even at home, especially when Yunhee is around, but today seems like an exception. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, but he flinches when it touches his open wound.
And as much as you’re a little moved and overwhelmed, you raise a hand to stop him from speaking, seeing that his neck veins are almost popping out once more from distress. With an agitated look on his face, he understands, shaking his head in a desperate attempt to try and calm himself down.
“Okay, okay. We’ll talk about this later. I promise we will do all that we can to collect stuff on him and report him. For now, calm down, please. You might scare Nini…”
Yunho nods, shoulders finally slouching as he heaves deep breaths. He moves to get himself a cup of water, and you see a pair of misty, beady eyes looking over at you with worry, so you approach her and squat down to level with her.
“And you? What happened today, darling?”
“Well…” She fiddles with his fingers anxiously. “Sejun’s mom yelled at you and called you bad words when you scolded him for bullying me the other day. Sejun got the bad virus from his mom today and chose to call papa bad words in front of me so I got angry and punched him.”
She mumbles rather sadly, still toying with her fingers with her head ducked down. Yunho’s angry gaze softens from behind you upon hearing his own child’s words, and you promptly turn to glance at each other.
You don’t exactly know why, but you end up bursting into a fit of obnoxious laughter after a few moments of silence. Yunho soon follows, and although Yunhee is a bit puzzled by the sudden change of mood, she laughs along, anyway.
"Ow, ow, ow! My lips—!"
"Stop laughing, Yunho!"
"I can't!"
"Papa, you're going to hurt yourself even more if you continue laughing..."
"So, tell papa, Jeong Yunhee. Did you win? You better have won."
"I did! Sejun had to be sent to the infirmary."
"That's my girl!"
"Oh, you two..."
You stood up for Yunhee and cared less if somebody’s mother of high repute was calling you derogatory words because you wanted to defend and protect your daughter. Yunho got into a fight with a pervert and cared less if he got injured because he wanted to protect you. Yunhee, as young as she is, punched a classmate and cared less if she’ll get zero stars for the next weeks of class because she wanted to protect her dad.
While violence should never be justified, the thought is undeniable; families, no matter how imperfect, will always stand up for each other when the other can’t come around and do it for himself.
Unity builds a home.
Yunho is the type of husband who will never cease to show you his love and appreciation even in the smallest of things, no matter how much time has passed by.
He still wakes you up with sweet kisses, rambles about how much he loves you every night, thanks you for giving him a beautiful family, treats you to dates, gives you gifts, and everything else that he had been doing since the start of your relationship. Even when he’s tired, or when you’re arguing, or when you’re both down in the dumps, he never ceases to let you know that he loves you still, and that he will continue to for as long as he could.
Today is your sixth anniversary, and the father-and-daughter tandem managed to surprise you with a bouquet of flowers and cake early in the morning. In the afternoon, you decide to spend the time on your farm, celebrating your milestone together.
This time, you’re the one who’s bearing a surprise for them.
Truth be told, it felt like yesterday when you and Yunho dreamed about having a farm of your own, but here you all are.
You watch as Yunhee plays around in the grassy area while Yunho does some gardening, although, his focus is obviously halved with how frequently he looks back to make sure that Yunhee is safe. From where you are, you see how happy Yunhee is, and how a smile graces Yunho’s lips whenever he sees Yunhee laugh and enjoy.
Your own lips unconsciously stretch into an equally fond and contented smile at the sight of your loved ones.
Carefully, you set the picnic spot up, being in charge of the most important part of today’s event. Everything has to be as perfect as it could be.
Prying the bag open, you grab the mat out and lay it onto the grass before bringing the food out from the kitchen one by one. As soon as Yunhee catches a whiff and a sight of all the delish food that you made, she’s quick to abandon the chicken she was previously running after to dash to you— to the chicken’s relief.
Bursting into a fit of chuckles when she plops down onto the mat, you shake your head as she rolls over to lie down on her stomach. She rests her chin on her hands with her elbows propping her up, little legs swinging back and forth as she innocently gives you a very, very cute look.
“You are so like papa.” You playfully roll your eyes at the image of her dimples showing as she lets out another giggle, happily rolling around the mat, examining a certain dish, and then rolling over again to repeat it with another dish.
Yunho approaches the two of you, his shirt slung over his shoulder as he takes his gardening gloves off. He stands right beside you, and like it’s your second nature, you turn your head just on time to receive his expected kiss.
Yunhee grimaces at the sight, a gag resounding through the open area, though she giggles right after seeing Yunho mock the look on her face.
“Hmm, mama, you told me you have a surprise for us, didn’t you?” Yunhee mumbles, rolling over on her back and raising her arms up to the sky for no reason. Yunho takes notice of this and snickers to himself.
“She got that from you,” Yunho whispers while he washes his hands on the outdoor faucet behind you, lips pouting to point over to Yunhee’s unusual mannerism. You snort and try to hit him, though he dodges your hits flawlessly.
“Anyway, yes I did, honey.”
Yunhee beams at you upon hearing your reply. Quickly, she crawls over to you to rest her head on your lap, and your hand finds her hair in a millisecond. Yunho walks over, wiping his wet hands onto a clean towel before plopping down onto the mat as well. He discards the shirt that was previously hung on his shoulder before leaning back on his palms a little for air.
“So… Now that the four of us are complete, should I reveal my surprise?”
You ask, grinning at Yunho who already has his head tilted in question. Looking down on your lap, you see your daughter already looking up at you with curiosity in her eyes.
“But mama,” Yunhee says, sitting up with furrowed brows. “There are only three of us here.”
Shaking your head, your eyes briefly flicker to look at Yunho who’s slowly sitting up from leaning back, puppy-like eyes growing wider by the second as if begging for an answer. But you only give him a grin, lift a hand, and begin counting.
“One, two, three…” You trail off, pointing to yourself, Yunho, and Yunhee respectively.
“And four.” you add, finally pointing to your stomach.
“Yunhee,” You say, grinning down at the confused girl. “You’re going to have a baby brother!”
Like the flip of a switch, the little girl’s face lights up, and the first thing she does is turn to her father.
“Oh god,” Yunho sighs happily as he buried his face into his palms briefly, his faint dimples deepening as he breaks into an extremely jovial smile. Yunhee’s yells could still be faintly heard in the background while Yunho pulls you up and sweeps you off your feet.
Laughter erupts from you as he twirls you around before placing a kiss on your lips.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Yunhee’s protesting whines cause the two of you to pull away, sitting back down onto the picnic mat but all huddled together.
“I love you,” Yunho mumbles, kissing you again before looking down at his little girl. “And you.” He adds right before peppering hundreds of kisses on her face.
Yunho then gives you a smile before reaching down to rub your belly.
“And of course you, too.”
He chuckles, tackling you down to place kisses onto your belly, making you screech and flail around at the sudden action.
And it is then when you realize that there are many things that could build a home, may the answer be parents and a child, devotion, respect, loyalty— there are so many values to mention.
But one thing is certain; only one thing can complete a home. And your family, although little, has a tremendous amount of it.
Love.
KIA'S NOTE: another work from my old acc revived, though i did rewrite it by a lot hehe lmk what you think through my asks or through the tags! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
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STUCK BY GLUE — YJW
SYNOPSIS. When Jungwon is sent to the Alfea school for Fairies for a week to work on a project for his midterm, he didn’t expect he would enjoy it all that much. After all, he had gotten dumped by an Alfea fairy not too long ago. However once he arrives, he’s immediately infatuated with a girl who he figures is the girl of his dreams. Even after finding out that she’s the Princess of Domino who’s supposed to be married off to someone else in the future, Jungwon can’t help but be stuck to her by the glue.
GENRE. Winx Club AU, fluff, angst
PAIRING. Specialist! Yang Jungwon x Fairy! Reader
FEATURING. ENHYPEN, SUNGCHAN + SHOTARO from NCT, BEOMGYU from TXT, SIEUN from STAYC, MINJI from NEWJEANS, CHAERYEONG from ITZY, INTAK from P1H, CICI (@muhwaa), YUN (@amakumos), LILY (@jennaissantes), FAE (@haerinz) , YEN (@yenqa) , & ELY (@enaus)
WARNINGS. will be added once the story starts !
STATUS. ongoing
TAGLIST. send an ask or dm to be added ! it’s hard for me to keep track of replies :)
PLAYLIST. listen to the playlist here ! :)
A/N. im so excited for this !! winx was literally my childhood & ik many of urs asw. but if u haven’t seen winx u can still understand the story, as long as u read the side notes i put in the chapters :) also thank u for my friends for agreeing to be characters ! i hope u enjoy <3
profiles ! 𓏲 ˊᯅˋ 𓄼 alfea cloud tower red fountain ?! ⌕
001 ✿ skill issue…
002 ✿ Jungwon❤️
003 ✿ beomgyu the academic weapon
004 ✿ u look so anal rn
005 ✿ what are YOU doing here
006 ✿ ITS HER (the loml)
007 ✿ ermmm what da scallop;-;
008 ✿ palladium’s trophy wife
to be continued !
﹫ yyunari 🁢 3.2.23
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Embers by Vathara @wuxiaphoenix
Special thanks to @sayornispress for letting me use their typeset to complete these binds for the 4th annual @renegadepublishing exchange! Thanks to the mods and my giftee for their patience while I struggled lol 🙈
I hope my giftee loves them as much as I loved making them. I'm glad they arrive at their forever home.
This is what the gift economy of Fandom is meant to be!
I kinda didn't understand what over 700,000 words meant when I first decided to bind this monster of a fic. But I was excited to learn to round books and do these 2 bookcloth cover designs. I also came in possession of a very large and diverse variety of heat reactive foils... so here we are lol. I think each book from printing to completion took me 20ish hours?
Below the line, you will find more information regarding these binds
Embers book 1
This puppy was so complicated for me to complete that I made it twice. The first one was so horribly made that I refused to show it to anyone.
Made using Colibri Golden bookclothfor the cover with green foil. The back was done using Duo Herb Garden with gold foil, which was a yellowish undertone. The endpapers are Thai Banana Green from ASW. I used warm white 28lbs paper from chirch paper to print, linen thread, and remie bands, and I made the endbands using Herb Garden and 4mm twig core.
It's about 700 pages and 1 1/4 thick
Embers book 2
I kinda loved this one the most. This was the second book made, so it has a lot of the flaws the first version of book 1 had, but I was happy enough with what I accomplished with it and the construction of the book was solid.
Made using Colibri Pearl bookcloth with silver, black, and metalic blue foil for the front, the back was done using Duo Polar from Australia with silver foil. the endpapers are Thai Banan Blue from ASW. I used the same warm white 28lb paper from church paper, linen thread, and rembie bands, and the endbands were done using polar bookcloth and 4mm twig core.
700 pages, 1 1/4 thickness. I'm very proud that the dimensions of all the books are the same 💙
Embers book 3
This one is my all-time favorite, and I blame it on the sky bison on the cover. I can't help it. They are my favorite creatures on the whole show!
The cover was made using vintage Colibri Copper (some company had rolls of these colors from years ago, and they had been discontinued in, I believe in 2010) using gold foil. The back is Duo Sunshine, and I used metalic orange foil. The end papers are Thai Mango Mustard from ASW. I used white warm 28lb paper, linen thread, rembie bands, and 4mm twig with sunshine cloth for the endbands.
It's a bit under 700 pages, but still 1 1/4 thick.
And finally...
Embers book 4
When I completed this one, I almost cried 🤣. I loved working on these binds, but I was so happy to finally be done.
I used vintage Colibri Uran with metalic red foil for the front and Duo Evening Red with black foil for the back. The endpapers were done using Thai Banana True Red from ASW. I used the same warm white 28lb paper, linen thread, and rembie bands, and the endbands were made using Evening Red with 4mm twig core.
About 650 pages yet still 1 1/4 thickness.
Funfact: These 4 books weigh 12 lbs together 🤣🙈
If you would like to learn how to bookbind consider joining Renegade!!!
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Concentrate (w.m)
Wanda Maximoff x G!P Reader
Y/ns POV:
"Babe are you ready the party started 20 minutes ago" I yell to my girlfriend "yeah yeah I'm coming y/n calm...wow" she stops and stares atme in awe making me feel extremely shy "baby stop looking at me" I giggle as she wraps her arms around me kissing my jawline "I will never get tired of seeing you all dressed up in a suit its extremely sexy" I blushand slap her ass "shhhh let's go we need to get to the compound we're already late" I giggle leaving a gentle kiss on her cheek and walk out to the car gently pulling her behind me as we get to the car I open her door for her "my lady" I gently curtsey for her as she giggles "oh my such a gentle woman " I laugh as I close the door and run round to the drivers side andstart out journey as she rests her hand on my thigh "I really love when you wear suits you look amazing" she says out of the blue looking at me with a huge smile "that's why i wear them Tony's stupid party's because I know you love it" I smile back after 20 minutes we arrive at the compound and I run round to open her door "why thank you baby" she smiles waiting to take my hand as we walk in "Wanda! Y/n" a drunken Tony yells running over to us pulling us into a hug "drunk already old man" I joke aswe both laugh and head in to enjoy the party "Here you go baby" i smile handing Wanda her drink and start to drink my own "so how long have you guys been together now" Bruce asks with a smile "a little over 3 years" we say in unison and look at each other with a smile " wow that's amazing I knew you guys hit it off right away" Nat smirks at us "stop it you'll make her blush" Wanda giggles "ohh come dance with me baby" she drags me to the dance floor as we dance like no one's watching "god I love you so fucking much" I whisper to her ear "and I love you so fucking much baby" we spend half an hour dancing before I tap out "baby I'm going to get a drink want one" she smiles and nods and I head to the bar to get 2 drinks and take one over to Wanda who's sitting on the couch making me giggle "tired too huh?" I ask as I sit beside her handing her my drink "fuck yes geez can definitely tell I'm not 21 anymore" she giggles as we sit and talk.
We've been here for 4 hours it's just past midnight and I have a tipsy girlfriend "I want to make a baby with you" she giggles sitting on my lap straddling me with a smirk as I look at her shocked "I'm being serious y/n I want to start a family with you" as I let what she says sink in I smile and kiss her gently "I want a family with you too Wanda" she wraps her arms around me pulling me in for a tight hug "let's go home so we can start the baby making process " she whispers into my ear seductively as she gently bites it "yep yes definitely let's go baby" we stand up to leave and say our goodnights and goodbyes to our friends as we head to the car "so does that mean no more condoms baby" I ask as she pushes me against the car "nope no more condoms " as the words and her pushing her body against me hit me I feel my bulge start to grow "fuck let's get home" I quickly open her door and fall running round to side as she giggles I start the car and head home after 5 minutes of driving I feel her rubbing my thigh getting higher and higher "fuckkkk baby I'm driving" I moan out and she smirks at me as she unzips my suit pants and pulls my dick out stroking it ever so slowly "concentrate baby" I can tell she's grinning as her pace increased and I moan trying to concentrate on the road a head "fuck Wanda that feels amazing " I moan not daring to look her way "shhh eyes on the road baby" as her hand gets faster I feel the knot in my stomach "shiiiit baby I'm gonna cum" I breath out and it only encourages her to get faster I bite my lip hard as I start to cum shooting my load all up my suit and Wandas hands and arms "Holy shit y/n there was so much" I sigh as the pleasure washes over me and try to control my breathing as I pull over and look to my girlfriend "that was amazing but also so fucking naughty what if I crashed" I try to say with a straight face "I told you to concentrate baby" she says with an innocent voice fuck this woman is something else "panties off now and get out and bend over the hood and wait like a good girl" Ismirk as she hands me her panties and heads out to get into position I sit back and watch for a minute before heading out to my waiting girlfriend and I bite my lip as she looks at me with begging eyes "now should I fuck you or make you wait" I smirk as she looks at me "please baby fuck me fill me with your cum, put a baby in me" my eyes widen slightly as a moan leaves my lips, why can't I say no to this woman I unzip my pants and pull my hardened member out and run it through her wet folds groaning at the sensation of her wet cunt "please don't tease me baby" she whimpers I grip her hair pulling her head back to allow me access to her neck as she moans and I slam deep inside her as I moan into her ear "shitttt baby so good fuck i love feeling you without the condom" she moans making me thrust harder and faster "I love being inside you with no condom" I moan fucking her cunt at a brutal pace "yes fuck y/n I need you to fill me put a baby in me" she screams loudly I groan as my orgasm approaches "so close baby" I almost yell as I feel her walls clamp my cock tight letting me know she's hit her orgasm I continue to thrust as I unload my cum deep inside my needy girlfriend and close my eyes "oh fuck Wanda" I slide out of my girlfriend as she whimpers "I'm keeping the panties baby you don't need them tonight " I smirk as I help Wanda stand properly and we get back into the car "I wasn't gonna put them back on baby" she smirks biting her lip as I drive home with a smile on my face.
AN: just a little update hope you enjoy if you have any requests feel free to message me and I'll do my best for you 😊 stay hydrated people word Count for this chapter is 1.2k
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So my friend recently got me into gg and was spamming me memes but the one that stood out was the "SLOPPY" voice clip that you posted and i just remember it and then die during my shift but it just made working retail a little more tolerable so thank you :)
LMAO god I love that voice line SO MUCH. My buddies and I all shout SLOPPY at each other whenever we see that word out in the wild. It's like saying FLESH in Castlevania SotN Dracula's voice. Ecstatic that it's bringing you joy too
Here's SLOPPY.mp3 for everyone
I'm also a big fan of THAT'S SOME GOOD SHIT!!!!!!!!
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HELP ME FIND THT DAMN BAKUGOU FANFIC
hey!! does anyone know what that bakugou x reader fanfic were i can't remember the plot completely but reader becomes pregnant during her time at UA and she knows bakugou and i have a feeling deku and todoroki were involved as lovers asw are talking bout how they dont want her round or something so she runs off but then bakugou saves her child and when the child runs back to her mum obviously bakugou clocks its yn. It would be really appreciated if you could send the link to it thank you!!!
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CAR TALK ★ LS2
PAIRING ✦ logan sargeant x fem!youtuber!reader
SUMMARY ✦ on your youtube channel, you post q&a's in your car, and your most recent guest has people speculating about the two of you. [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ✦ cursing
NOTES ✦ reader lives in america for the purpose of this fic. i know the car doesn't like the same in all of the pictures but that's the best i could do ahaha. the fc i've used is kiana davis, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)
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yourusername first 'car talk' episode of 2024 is pending...🏎️
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user1 the weekly episodes of car talk have been severely missed this winter vacation.
user2 SO REALLL i've been needing y/n back on my screen
user3 she is actually so perfect it's scary
user4 idc we needdd a car talk x chicken shop date crossover asap
yourusername @/ameliadimz thoughts??
ameliadimz we can look into this 👀
user5 OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE CAPTION?? THE RACECAR??
user6 she HASSS to be interviewing some f1 driver.
emmachamberlain YUMMYYYY
yourusername 😍😍
yourbsf MY BEST FRIENDDD!!
yourusername ALWAYSSS
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yourusername 'car talk' ep 1 of 2024 coming this saturday 👀🏎️
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user8 IT'S DEF A F1 DRIVERRR THE SHIRT IS A DEAD GIVEAWAY
user9 oh ABSOLUTELY
user10 her facecardddd oh my gosh
user11 been missing your videos queen!
user12 okay but like which f1 driver do we think it is??
user13 crazy thing is she has like five or six of them following her/in her likes right now, so it could technically be any of them
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yourusername 'car talk' ft logan sargeant out now!! one of my favorite episodes i've filmed so far ❤️
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user18 WOWWW IT WAS LOGAN THE ENTIRE TIME??
user19 I KNOWWW
user20 yall's chemistry was through the roof. i was sweating just watching the episode
alex_albon 👀
user21 LMAOOO ALEX WHAT DO YOU KNOW
logansargeant Best driver/farm animal expert/youtuber 🙌
yourusername yessirrrr ❤️
user22 HELP NOT ALL OF Y/N'S PROFESSIONS
user23 he had to make sure he got all of them in
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logansargeant Thanks again to the crazy lady who drove me around the city, almost killed me in the process, asked intrusive questions about my life and took me to visit a farm. Had a blast 🏆
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user24 HIM CALLING Y/N OUT FOR HER DRIVING HELPPP
user25 why do i actually kinda ship them...
user26 no ur so real for this.
yourusername you're so welcome!! ( i'm at ur door for mentioning my driving abilities )
logansargeant I'LL TAKE IT BACK SORRY
alex_albon 👀
user27 HIM COMMENTING THE SAME THING ON BOTH THEIR POSTS I'M CREASING
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yourusername brb, currently escaping to dc 👋
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user29 why is she the most perfect girl everrrr
user30 LITERAL MODEL.
user31 logan has now taken his spot as permanent liker of y/n's posts
user32 is it just me who wants to see logan & y/n together again??
user33 NOT JUST YOU!!
logansargeant Maybe you should come down to Florida sometime??🙌
user34 LOGAN SHOOTING HIS SHOTTT
user35 @/user34 or they could just be friends?? 🤷♀️
user36 @/user35 let us be delusional please.
yourbsf photography creditsss??
yourusername yes yes all to you!
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yourusername back on the move ✈️
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user40 RIGHT BEFORE THE SEASON STARTS ASW??
user41 i smell a bahrain visit!!
user42 okay but her hair is my most favorite thing everrr
alex_albon 👀
user43 MR ALBON BACK W THE EYESSS
user44 WHAT DOES HE KNOW.
logansargeant 🙌❤️❤️
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logansargeant Bahrain ✔️ Girlfriend ✔️ Mission Accomplished ✔️
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user47 "mission accomplished" THE PLAN HAS BEEN BREWINGG
user48 FINALLY MY FAVSSS
user49 crazy car guy x even crazier car lady is my new favourite trope
user50 SO REAL FOR THISSS
alex_albon already knew this'd happen 🤷♂️
logansargeant So you've mentioned!!
user51 he's been trying to help yall out AS HE SHOULD.
yourusername be glad i didn't kill you that time i took you driving, otherwise you never would've gotten to ask me to be your girlfriend. ❤️❤️
logansargeant Thankful every day 🙏
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yourusername new car talk episode incoming this time with my BOYFRIENDDD 🥳🥳
user52 THEY'RE THE CUTESTTT
user53 she looks so happy omg
user54 if you hurt her logan we're all after you. 😁
yourbsf so im a third wheel now??
yourusername nahh he can third wheel us bbg 😉😉
lilymhe ANOTHER FEMALE IN THE WILLIAMS PADDOCK THANK YOU LORD
yourusername i'll make you my latest car talk victim 😍
lilymhe sign me upppp!!
user55 im sensing a double date car talk incoming
user56 'the eyes, chico. they never lie' @ logan in the second picture
yourusername @/logansargeant LOOLLLL WISHING I MADE THIS THE CAPTION
logansargeant My fav ex-farm employee ❤️
yourusername still prefer the sheep to you ❤️❤️
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Omg omg Ryo, that’s not a request but like, I’m literally so thirsty for some smut with dilf coach Harasawa - GOD THIS MAN IS SO HOT WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS FINE?
Imagine some sports reporter writing a piece about Too Academy rapid growth to national level and in the end getting steamy with our dilf… 🛐
Harasawa’s so fine I had to write this. It’s a long one asw but I had to for my fav dilf coach <33
Scenario: Harasawa Katsunori getting with fem!sports reporter! reader (nsfw)
Harasawa Katsunori was at his limit. There were certainly ups and downs that come with being a coach for a national-level high school team, but today was definitely one of the downs. Nothing was going right at today’s training. At first, he managed to lose the training schedule for that day, and realised it only five minutes before it started. So of course, training was delayed for about ten minutes as he and Momoi looked for the damn thing.
When they finally found it in one of his desk drawers (he did not remember putting it there), they could at last begin the practice. But when they got back to the court from his office, he was happy to find that the team was warming themselves up with a few practice shots— all of them except Aomine.
“Where the hell is Aomine?” Harasawa’s agitated voice echoed the gym as he asked no one in particular. Everyone stopped what they were doing out of sheer fear as they looked around with clueless shrugs. It was rare to see Harasawa in such a state, he was often calm and collected, so this shift filled the gym with tension.
“Haven’t seen him at all, Coach,” Imayoshi answered for everyone.
Harasawa sighed and looked over at Momoi, “Any idea?”
She shook her head no. “I’ll try looking for him.”
“Thank you, Momoi. Let him know he’s on cleanup duty after practice whenever you do drag him over,” Harasawa said sternly as he stepped on the court to try and get on with his training. “You’d think there would be at least some level of discipline two weeks before the Winter Cup…” he muttered in annoyance.
He carried on with his training schedule for the day, trying to calm himself down with some sort of normalcy, but it seemed like the universe was against him today. The team was forgetting the simplest drills and missing shots they could normally make with their eyes closed. And Sakurai’s constant apologising wasn’t making him feel any less frustrated. And when he finally got them to play somewhat better, Aomine strolled into the gym fifteen minutes late, souring his mood all over again.
“Did Momoi tell you you’re cleaning today?” he asked as soon as he laid eyes on him.
Aomine just nodded his head in response, seemingly afraid to say anything. Momoi must have told him about the nasty mood as well.
“I have half a mind to bench you for the first game against Kaijo if you keep this up,” Harasawa said sternly, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up.
“My bad, Coach. Won’t happen again,” Aomine said almost immediately. It was rare to see Aomine put down his pride and apologise like this but everyone knew he would hate to miss a match against anyone in the Miracles.
The addition of Aomine to the training disrupted the flow they were beginning to get into. While Aomine’s shots and movements were perfect as usual, the team just wasn’t coordinated at all. About an hour later, Harasawa had just accepted that today just wasn’t a day where he could implement any new tactics. It was just a day to improve their skills and eliminate errors so the training plan for today was just rendered useless.
Harasawa split them into teams and had them play a practice game amongst themselves, watching over them for a bit before heading over to the bench to sit down next to Momoi with an exhausted sigh.
“It’s just an off day, they’ll be better tomorrow,” Momoi said reassuringly.
“I certainly hope so,” Harasawa replied dejectedly, taking a sip out of his coffee cup.
Just then, one of the doors to the gym creaked open, with you entering dressed in a neat white blazer, black slacks and dainty black pumps. Harasawa’s attention was immediately turned to you. He had completely forgotten about the visit you had scheduled for your article about the team. As you approached the bench, Harasawa and Momoi both stood up to greet you.
“Hi, I’m Y/N, the sports reporter for Tokyo Basketball Weekly,” you smiled politely, holding your hand out for Harasawa to shake.
Your hand was soft against Harasawa’s calloused palms. He felt like he needed to be careful not to accidentally crush your fingers given his awful mood. “Harasawa Katsunori,” he introduced curtly.
“Hi I’m Momoi Satsuki, the team’s manager,” Momoi said as she shook your hand.
Based off of introductions alone, you sensed that Harasawa was as cold as his appearance would make him out to seem. It wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with non-chatty interviewees though, so you didn’t think too much of it.
“Before we get into anything, do you mind if I just took a few photos of the team practicing?” you asked holding onto the camera that hung around your neck.
“Of course, go ahead,” Momoi nodded, Harasawa just humming in approval.
The two of them watched as you moved closer to the court to try and get a few pictures. “I completely forgot she was coming today. I don’t know why I even tried to have a proper training— just distraction after distraction,” Harasawa mumbled to Momoi once you were out of earshot. However his dark blue eyes never stopped following your every move. Something about you was very interesting to him, he’d like to think of himself as a man who cares about more than just looks, so he’d convinced himself it was your demeanour. But you had only really uttered two sentences, so that was a bit of a stretch.
You began to make your way back over to the bench, content with the photos you had gotten so far. “I don’t want to interrupt their training, but I’d like to have a few words with the team— namely the captain and the ace, Aomine,” you informed both Harasawa and Momoi.
“That’s okay. You can speak to them. They’re supposed to have a water break now anyways,” Harasawa said, standing up and blowing the whistle to grab everyone’s attention. “Everyone, grab some water. You’ve got ten minutes to rest and then you’re back on it,” he announced before looking over to you, straight-faced. “Is ten minutes enough?”
“Sounds good,” you nodded with a smile. You were too intimidated to budge for more.
“Imayoshi, Aomine, grab your bottles and come over here. This reporter wants to interview you,” Harasawa called out, everyone’s eyes now turning to you as you gave them an awkward wave.
You began to ask them the questions you had prepared earlier, using your phone to get their voices recorded for later and jotting down notes as well. You were aware that Harasawa was listening in on this interview, which you didn’t really mind other than the fact that you could feel his eyes staring into your soul.
Once you had gotten what you needed, you switched the recording off and gave Imayoshi and Aomine a polite smile. “Right that should be about it then, thank you so much, and good luck for the Winter Cup,” you said, the two of them heading back onto the court to continue the rest of their training like they were instructed.
You turned to Momoi, “Could I have a few words with you as well please? I’ve heard you’re quite an important part of this team.”
Momoi immediately got flustered, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Me?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at her sudden nervousness. “Yes, of course you. I need to interview you too, Mr Harasawa. Do you mind if I get to you once I’m done with Momoi?”
Harasawa gave you a small nod, “Go ahead.”
You chatted with Momoi for a bit, going through the questions in your notepad but also just generally having a casual conversation. She was an interesting one, and she definitely knew how to keep a conversation going so you did get quite carried away with her interview in terms of time. Eventually you did realise you had been speaking to her for about twenty whole minutes according to the recording on your phone and you instantly panicked.
“Oh we’ve been talking for a bit too long now,” you said frantically as you looked over at Harasawa. “Do you mind if I keep you here a bit longer, Mr Harasawa? I completely lost track of time.”
“I really don’t want to stay here longer than I need to today,” Harasawa let out an exhausted sigh. “Why don’t we just do this over a couple of drinks somewhere else?”
You checked the time on your watch. It was almost 7 pm and a nice hot tea didn’t sound all that bad. Besides, there was something about Harasawa that you couldn’t say no to. “Are you sure? I can try and wrap it up quickly—“
“Yes I’m sure. You don’t need to rush yourself,” Harasawa said, his tone still agitated even though he was trying to be polite.
“Alright. Where would you like to meet up? I can catch a train or something—“
“A train? Don’t be silly. I’ll drive us there. Let me just grab my coat from my office,” he cut you off once more. He began to walk off, instructing the team to begin packing up as he did so. “And no one help Aomine with the cleanup! It’s all on him today!” Harasawa called out before stepping out through the gym doors.
You watched as Aomine groaned in despair while Wakamatsu began to laugh at him, Aomine shooting him a dirty glare as he did so.
“Right come on, Y/N, let’s go,” Harasawa said when he popped in with his coat a few minutes later. “Momoi, make sure Aomine tidies up properly. If he doesn’t, it’s laps tomorrow,” he said, making sure he was loud enough with the last part so Aomine could hear.
“Yes Coach,” Momoi nodded before looking over at you with a smile. “Nice meeting you, Y/N!”
You waved her goodbye and stepped out with Harasawa, walking over to the parking lot in silence. You don’t know what it was, but you were afraid to say the wrong thing in front of him. Maybe it was his cold gaze? Or the fact that he was 6’2 and towered above you?
“Sorry for taking up so much of your time,” you said, shutting the passenger-side door as he started the engine.
“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s either this or go home to a box of leftovers,” Harasawa said, earning a small giggle from you.
The drive wasn’t too long, but almost no words were exchanged and that made it feel like an eternity. You pretended to go over your notes out of sheer awkwardness as the music from the radio filled the car. You could’ve just asked him the interview questions, but that would leave you with nothing to say when you actually got to the place. Sometimes Harasawa would hum along to the song, which you did find quite endearing given his cold demeanour.
Once he parked the car, you stepped out, pulling your blazer tighter to fight the cold air. You followed Harasawa as he stepped into a warm, intimate pub. It was at this point that the difference in your ages was apparent— this wasn’t what you thought of when he said ‘drinks’. Harasawa walked over to the bar, “Could I get a whiskey neat please?”
“Of course Mr Harasawa. And for the lady?” the bartender asked, both of them looking over at you.
“Um, I’ll get an espresso martini please,” you replied, saying the first drink that popped into your head.
“Coming right up,” the bartender nodded as he got to work.
“Do you come here often?” you questioned as you took in your surroundings. It certainly was a nice place: dim lighting, cute posters and wall decor, rustic furniture.
“Yeah, I live across the street. I’m here every now and again,” he shrugged. “Well actually, I’m here whenever the team drives me up the walls— so yeah, often.”
You giggled in response and a faint smile appeared on his face. The smile definitely brightened up his appearance tenfold. “Well, that’s how it is with teenagers,” you chuckled. “Surely they’re not too bad?”
“They’re an interesting little group. I’d hate to give it to them, but they do have a special little place in my heart,” Harasawa said, the look in his eyes getting softer as he thought about it.
You had to hold back an ‘aww’ in response. You certainly did not peg him for a sentimental type. Moreover, you didn’t peg him to have any emotions at all. “That’s quite sweet actually. I might have to add that you’re a softy in that article,” you joked.
“Please don’t. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if you do,” Harasawa chuckled. The bartender handed you your drinks and the two of you thanked him, Harasawa instructing him to keep a tab open as the two of you took a seat in one of the booths.
Harasawa took his coat off, setting it on his seat before taking a sip of his whiskey. He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back, seeming to have finally relaxed. “Okay, I’m ready for your interview now.”
“Perfect,” you beamed as you took out your notepad and phone, hitting the record button before asking the first question. The interview went on for a while, Harasawa’s mood seemingly lightening as it went on— perhaps it was the whiskey. Either way, you did begin to grow more comfortable talking to him when he began to throw in some sarcastic comments here and there, making you giggle every time.
Harasawa took a break to order you two a second round of drinks at the bar and you took the time to organise your notes as he did so.
“Here you go,” he said, placing another espresso martini in front of you and taking a sip of his whiskey before sitting back down.
“You know what? I think we’re almost done,” you informed him as you double checked your notes.
“Well that’s good, today’s been absolutely exhausting,” he sighed, brushing the dark curls out of his face as he leaned back in his seat.
“Just one question: are there any teams you’re looking out for in the Winter Cup?” you asked.
“Hm, obviously we’re trying to take it one game at a time, but I think all the teams with the Miracles are certainly worth noting. In particular, Rakuzan— they’re quite a formidable team, I think we’re focused on getting to a position where we can challenge them. Seirin is also always a wildcard, I don’t think anyone in the tournament is underestimating them after last year, so that game should also be quite interesting,” he answered.
“Yeah that’s true, I think Seirin has been a popular answer to that question. They’re definitely a strong team,” you replied, a silence filling the air for a moment as you scribbled notes down before stopping the recording. You let out a sigh, “There we go, all done. Thank you again for taking the extra time to do this.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s nice chatting to someone other than the bartender here,” Harasawa said, not shying away from making eye contact with you.
“Well I don’t want to take up any more of your time, I’m sure your wife must be waiting on you,” you said, taking a big swig of your drink to try and finish it faster.
“There’s no need to rush. And there’s no wife to worry about. You don’t need to chug your drink,” Harasawa chuckled, admiring your concern. You were far too polite, it was almost cute.
Finding out that he was single shouldn’t have excited you. Especially since he was about a decade older than you and someone that was in your field of work. “No wife? That’s a bit of a surprise,” you replied without thinking.
“A surprise? How so?” Harasawa questioned, a smug look taking over his face as he watched you panic in search of the right words to answer with.
“Well, um, I mean, I just didn’t think someone with your looks was single, you know?” you said, avoiding all eye contact as colour rose in your cheeks.
Harasawa grinned widely as he took another sip of his drink, each moment of his silence killing you more and more. “I’m flattered,” he said simply, basking in your embarrassment almost like it was a power trip. “I just haven’t quite had the time to invest in a relationship,” he shrugged.
“Ah right I get that. You know, I got out of a relationship recently. He was way too immature even though we were the same age. He wanted me to focus on my work less so I had to call it quits,” you rambled as you tried to move away from the fact that you called him attractive, except you were now just digging a deeper hole for yourself.
You had Harasawa’s full attention, for better or for worse because your brain was in panic mode. The dark haired man loosened the tie around his neck, noticing you take a nervous gulp as you watched him do so. He didn’t show it, but he was quite pleased to know that you were single too. Maybe it was the drinks, but he finally admitted to himself that it wasn’t just your demeanour that made you attractive— he loved how nervous you were with him. For someone whose job is talking to people, you certainly seemed to be a rambling mess at this moment.
“Too immature, huh?” Harasawa repeated your words. It was almost like you were throwing yourself at him. “Well, someone as beautiful as you deserves to be treated right, so that’s probably for the best,” he said, observing as you grew more and more flustered.
“Stop, you’re too kind,” you giggled nervously. You did your best at avoiding eye contact with him even though you could feel his gaze piercing through you. You took note of his dress shirt. It fit him awfully well. The fabric laid loose on his torso, save for his chest, but hugged his shoulders and biceps perfectly snug. Your eyes trailed down to his toned forearms that were on display, your mind unable to stop itself from picturing what his body looked like underneath all that.
And it wasn’t like Harasawa didn’t notice you looking at him like that. You were practically undressing him with your eyes. Surely you weren’t that much of a lightweight? He checked the time on his watch. It was quite late; the pub was going to close sometime soon. “Do you live around here, Y/N?” he asked, finally changing the topic.
“No, I think I’m a few train stations away. Might have to catch one to get back,” you replied, emptying your glass.
“I think this place is closing soon. You’re welcome to come over to mine to sober up a bit. I can drive you back home after,” Harasawa offered. While the main concern was your safety, he did also want to be with you in a more private space, just to test the waters.
“I really don’t want to impose. I’ve already taken up too much of your time,” you refused politely. You were in a state where you couldn’t trust your own judgement— you had half a mind to rip his shirt off right there, who knows what nonsense would spill out of your mouth when you were in a room alone with him.
“I insist. I haven’t had much to drink, it won’t take too long for me to sober up to safety,” he said as he began to put his coat back on, almost as if he knew that you would say yes— not like he was taking no for an answer anyways.
You sighed. It’s not like you were exactly opposed to the situation, you just didn’t know what you’d do. But you also knew better than to argue with Harasawa, knowing the kind of mood he was in earlier today. You tried to get him to let you pay for the drinks, but he wouldn’t even let you do that. As much as you appreciated how much of a gentleman he was, he was certainly a stubborn one.
The two of you left the pub and walked across the street, entering his apartment complex and taking the elevator up to the top floor. When you entered his apartment, you were rather impressed by how spacious it was— especially for Tokyo. Moreover, it was extremely well kept, practically spotless. The decor was rather minimalistic, it certainly was missing a woman’s touch, but it was nice nonetheless.
“Oh wow, this is such a nice place,” you said, taking your shoes off and walking into the living room.
“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a glass of water or anything?” Harasawa offered, hanging his coat on the rack by the door.
“A glass of water would be great,” you replied, taking a seat on the dark leather couch.
Harasawa joined you on the couch a minute later, handing you your glass of water as he took a sip out of a glass of his own.
“So how long have you been working at this magazine?” Harasawa asked, interested to know more about you now.
“Well, I got this job immediately after I graduated university and that was about a year ago, I think,” you replied, trying to think back to the exact date.
“You graduated a year ago? So you’re what? 22? 23?”
You nodded, “23.”
You giggled at Harasawa’s baffled expression. “You’re making me feel like a dinosaur.”
“Cut it out, you look like you’re my age,” you laughed, playfully hitting his arm.
“I am well over your age I’ll tell you that for sure,” he said, setting his empty glass down on the coffee table.
“If I saw you at a bar, and I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, I’d probably even ask you out,” you said without thinking yet again.
“You’ve been awfully bold today, Y/N,” Harasawa chuckled, enjoying how red your face was getting. “I admire the confidence.”
You struggled to find words to respond with. It hadn’t occurred to you how close the two of you were sitting until now. You could smell his strong cologne, the scent somehow drawing you closer to him as you met his deep blue eyes. You saw them dart down to your lips and an overwhelming need to know what he tasted like took over your body.
Almost like he sensed it, Harasawa gently placed a warm hand on your cheek, leaning in to close the gap between your lips. His touch was delicate at first. His movements were deliberate as his tongue slowly slipped into your mouth. You normally hated the taste of whiskey, but the hints of it that were leftover from the pub had you savouring it on his tongue.
You felt a hand slowly trail down your body, eventually gripping your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms instinctively snaked its way to his back, not being shy about having a feel for his firm muscles. Harasawa began to take over the control, his lips getting a little more aggressive as he guided your body down so your back was on the sofa. Without losing contact with your lips, he slid your blazer off, one hand finding its way under your shirt, cupping a breast and giving it a squeeze. You let out a small moan into the kiss and you could feel him smirk against you.
The dark haired man felt you grind against the knee he had between your legs, desperate for some kind of friction. He already had you wrapped around his finger. His lips began to move lower, leaving soft kisses on your neck, your heavy breaths making him ache for more of you. He pulled away for a moment, admiring how pretty you looked underneath him. You were exactly what he needed today.
Harasawa leaned in close to your ear, “How about we continue this in my bedroom?” he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe as he waited for an answer.
“Yes please,” you breathed out almost instantly.
Harasawa took that as his cue to pick you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as you straddled him, leaning in to meet his soft lips once again. He was gentle with the way he set you down on his bed, helping you take your top off and undoing your bra with just one hand. The act alone was enough of an indicator to how experienced this man was. You watched intently as he undid his tie, letting it hang on his neck as he began to unbutton his shirt. He took his time with this, he knew you were enjoying the show. You were so fixated on his movements that you couldn’t even tell he was watching you drool over his body. You couldn’t be blamed for it, as you expected, underneath the shirt was the body of what you could only describe as a Greek god’s. His shoulders were broad and you had never seen collarbones as well defined as his were. As your eyes trailed further south, you noticed a bit of his dark chest hair, another brutal reminder of how much older he was. And you swore you could lick a whole meal clean off his abs.
Harasawa hovered over your chest for a moment before leaving light kisses all over. Eventually taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as a hand began to unbutton your pants. You didn’t even know what to focus on anymore as you felt his hand trace over your panties, earning ragged breaths from you as your hands gripped onto his hair. He couldn’t help but smirk at the feel of the wet fabric as he pulled away from your breast and looked down into your eyes, “Already soaked? You flatter me a bit too much, Y/N,” he said softly, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine.
Harasawa slipped your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Taking a moment to admire your exposed body before he shuffled down, holding your legs open with either arm as he took a slow lick in between, earning a loud gasp from you.
He slowly began to work his tongue in between your legs, absolutely devouring your taste as teased your entrance. The grip you had on his hair was tighter than ever and the soft moans that escaped your lips was more than enough incentive for him to keep going. He soon brought his fingers into the mix, taking a moment to trace your skin before pushing a finger into you. Harasawa looked up at your heaving chest with contempt, his pants getting tighter with every sound you make. He soon added a second finger, slowly fucking you with them. The mere thought of having you wrap around his length when you’re this tight and dripping was enough to make him groan.
He slipped his fingers out of you, gaining a whine from you for the loss of contact. Harasawa quickly undid his belt, pulling his underwear and pants down just enough to relieve his throbbing member. You perked up at the sight of it, you were now sure he was sent straight from the Gods because on top of his gorgeous body, he also had a cock that was a size that could absolutely ruin you. You sat up and leaned over, your tongue kitten-licking his tip as your hand reached to wrap around his base.
Harasawa’s dark eyes looked down at you in pleasure. He didn’t even have to ask you to do this. He groaned as you licked up and down his length, teasing him before you wrapped your lips around him, bobbing your head as you tried to take more and more of him in. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to get it out of your face.
He eventually hit the back of your throat, impressed by your lack of struggle as he slowly rolled his hips back and forth. Your mouth was absolutely divine. If he wanted to, he could easily finish with your throat alone. But he had to sustain himself, with the long day he’s had, he needed much more than this to relieve himself.
He slowly pulled your head away from him, watching as you caught your breath, a trail of spit stringing to your lips. “Look at you. What an absolute mess you are already,” he smirked, staring as you wiped the drool off your chin with the back of your hand. It was no use though, you knew that your mascara was smudged and the drool had dripped down to your chest— you just had to accept the state you were in.
Harasawa flipped you over, your ass pointed in the air towards him as your hands held your weight up. You couldn’t help but look back, watching as he lined his length up with your hole. You felt him brush against your entrance, sliding the length of it along your wetness. You moaned in anticipation, aching to feel him inside of you, but all he kept doing was tease you. “Please,” you begged, pushing your ass up further in search of some kind of relief.
“For someone so polite, you’re rather impatient, Y/N,” Harasawa said simply. He was aching to feel you around him just as much, but there was something so exquisite about watching you squirm with desperation that made his cock twitch.
“I need you so bad, Mr Harasawa,” you pleaded.
You were quickly given exactly what you were asking for upon the words leaving your lips. Harasawa shoving himself into you in one swift motion, eliciting a scream of pleasure from you. He couldn’t resist when you asked him like that. He stilled his hips for a moment when he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size so that the pain would subside. A few seconds later, he couldn’t control himself any longer, he had to move. He began to roll his hips back and forth slowly, his body brimming with pleasure with how tightly you wrapped around him.
The sound of your sinful moans paired with the sloppy sound of your wet hole filled the room as Harasawa began to pick up his pace. You still hadn’t fully adjusted to the sheer size of him, but the feel of him stretching you open like this was absolutely heavenly. You felt his big hands grip onto your waist, holding you still as he fucked your hole, each thrust hitting a spot that was so deep that you didn’t even think it was possible.
Your arms quickly gave out under you, your face burying itself into the mattress as each hand grabbed a fistful of the bedsheets, trying to brace yourself for Harasawa’s relentless pounding. He slowed his thrusts down for a moment as he took a hold of your hands, bringing them behind your back as you felt him bind them in place with a fabric. Upon looking back, you realised he’d tied your hands together with his tie. The inability to grip onto the bedsheets somehow enhanced the sensation tenfold, feeling him drag in and out of your walls, filling you up like you’ve never been before.
“What a good little girl, taking me so well,” Harasawa grinned as he smacked your ass, earning a yelp from you, his deep voice bringing you closer to your edge. The pent up frustration was showing in his movements, each thrust harder than the last.
The dark haired man could feel you trembling underneath him— you were close. If your shaky legs weren’t enough of an indication, he felt your walls begin to clench around him, your pussy somehow feeling even more irresistible than before.
“Cum for me, Y/N,” the words came as a surprise to you. How’d he know you were close? All you’d been doing so far was moaning like a fucking mess. Nevertheless you gave into his instructions, your orgasm hitting you harder than it has ever before, rendering your body completely weak as it washed over you.
Harasawa gripped onto your waist tighter, trying to hold your limp body up as he chased his own high. Your orgasm had you sopping wet— even more so before, and the older man was savouring every moment of it. The squelches, the helpless little moans, the view of your gorgeous body in front of him; presenting itself as a vessel to be used to relieve his frustrations— you were absolutely perfect.
He felt himself near his climax, his movements becoming sloppier as his breathing became ragged. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his thrusts increasing in pace, eliciting your overstimulated moans.
“C-cum in me, Mr Harasawa,” you squealed as he bottomed out inside you with a groan, his cock twitching as a warmth began to fill you up.
Harasawa brushed the hair out of his eyes as he slowly pulled out of you, watching you collapse onto the mattress without him supporting your weight. It had been a while since he felt this much pleasure from another person. The sight of your pathetically weak body in front of him filled him with a sense of pride, knowing that he was the one that brought you to such a state.
He pulled his pants back up and flipped you back over, lifting you up to rest your head on a pillow while he cleaned you up. He put your panties back on you before settling down in the bed space next to you. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile, your eyes filled with lust for the older man. “That was amazing, Mr Harasawa,” you said breathlessly as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.
He let out a light chuckle in response, “You know, I’d normally tell you to just call me Katsunori at this point, but Mr Harasawa just sounds so good coming out of your mouth,” he grinned, fingers tracing over the skin on your chest.
You hummed in satisfaction upon hearing those words. “I look forward to seeing you at the Winter Cup,” you said as if you weren’t still laying naked on his bed.
“Why wait until then? You’re welcome to drop by here any time,” Harasawa said softly, knowing that he could definitely make use of you for the stress building up to the Winter Cup.
A smile took over your face at the invitation, “I might just take you up on that, Mr Harasawa.”
#kuroko no basket#kurokos basketball#knb#kuroko no basquet#harasawa katsunori#touou academy#aomine daiki#momoi satsuki#knb x reader#harasawa x reader
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Ok but on a serious note, I have so much to analyse/rant about with Jekyll and Hyde like it's so BRILLIANT and for what:
FYI: Only listened to the 1994 Gothic Thriller Album and thus call 'Emma' by 'Lisa' (and will only refer to her as Lisa, thank you very much <3)
ALRIGHT BUT- Take Me As I Am is the most beautiful romance song ever... Like they're swearing to each other and accepting each other and god they're the most beautiful couple ever.
And then:
'give me your hand, give me your heart!'
'swear to me, we'll never part!'
THE FACT THAT LISA IS SO LOYAL TO JEKYLL. She is always by his side, she defends him against her own father in His Work And Nothing More and THEN Jekyll is the one to swear about never parting... But he dies anyway IN FRONT OF HER ON THEIR WEDDING DAY. Tragedy tragedy I'm not crying, you are...
Also about His Work And Nothing More... The overlap is so beautiful. Utterson worries about Jekyll and his work/sanity, Sir Danvers questions everything, Lisa defends Jekyll, and then JEKYLL FINALLY CALLS OUT TO LISA... aaaaaaa
Can I just say asw, the steampunk aesthetic in The World Has Gone Insane... It drives ME INSANE. How it works and blends the madness into something as methodical as like- Train tracks and machinery and work which is everything that Henry Jekyll is all about...
Honorary mention to: 'I see the reaper grinning at my door!' being such an iconic and creepy line for Hyde in that song.
I don't really care for Lucy all that much (sorry Lucy stans). I understand her plight and empathise with her but... Getting with Hyde... Or trying to... Just remember that he's a psycho PLS
Also I love how Hyde's evilness is rather subtle until 'Alive' and then you get the full extent of Jekyll's descent into madness + the murders later on and the whole take over situation... Ofc Confrontation is already iconic but now I understand it and it's brilliant...
I think that's enough for today but have fun with that <33
#ava rambles#analysis#jekyll and hyde#edward hyde#henry jekyll#lisa carew#lucy harris#mr utterson#sir danvers carew#his work and nothing more#confrontation#take me as i am#the world has gone insane
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i can See you, michael. i do not care if i walk away another man.
you claim she holds no power over you, yet the hatred that fesefsret rneewveh i heva poeksn fo hre prvsoe sewtiroeh. if she ylreal ehdl no rewop voer uyo, oyu lwdou ont rtcae sa usch.
thaw are uoy, ootinditsr? wath do ouy lamci to eb?
vergyhtine oyu era won is tjsu woh hiacelm enoc asw, itndeev yb just hwo uhmc fo oruy aisiddn si ohgwsin.
OH DEAR :) SEEMS YOUR QUESTIONS HAVE BECOME ENTIRELY INCOMPREHENSIBLE. SHAME. SUCH A SHAME. ANYWAYS I WILL NOT BE LETTING MYSELF BE ATTACKED IN SUCH WAYS ANY LONGER, THANK YOU DEAR. YOU MAY PRY YOUR EYES AGAINST OTHER TOPICS NOW :) :) :)
#ooc// SORRY ASKER i wanted to let her get sillay. genuinely thank you for letting me do michael lore i love this sm#its awesome dude#tma#the magnus archives#michael distortion#the spiral
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dewd i wasnt planning on coming back today i was just looking for a pfp HELP um saur hii... i think the fandom on tumblr is pretty dead idek myself bcs i havent been on here in ages. but i am okay !!! (hopefully el oh el)
it doesn't matter if ppl see this or not i js wanted to let u guys knowww. (more utc)
i miss writing like a lot. it js sucks because smut gets all the recognition 24/7 so yaa... i stick to google docs lately n lowkey forgot abt tumblr. but i'll see if i make a writing comeback xx
sorry to all of the mutuals i abandoned asw :c my mental n physical health has been on and off. plus im a high school freshman neow. its second semester atm. but sigh. this makes me nostalgic n sad im nglll
i love u guys always !!!
until then, idk if i'll come back on this platform to post my works. it's kind of like wattpad for me. i wrote on wattpad for a few years, gave up on it and migrated to tumblr. except this time i didn't write anywhere else besides google docs lolll
so yh. :( i love u all sosososo much. thank u for making my tumblr experience super welcoming and amazing overall. u guys helped me cope through more than u know. thank u for appreciating my writing.
rn, i don't think i'll return to writing. it rlly depends on how i feel about how active the fandom for scara is bcs its a little draining to be constantly writing for barely anybody anymore.
i know most authors write for themselves, but i like doing it for myself as well as others so that they also get to enjoy my interests; iykyk.
but i write a ton on my own time, and it's so nice to have it to myself asw. besides that, thanks to all of u 1.2k so much.
hearts, myst.
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