#getting closer to where my mini sketchbook of these fell off

[timetravesty]

Our Lucky Clover Pt.1

To the anon who asked about a pregnant Poppy fic!

This will be two parts: the first part is about before Poppy was pregnant and the next part will be during her pregnancy. This fic isn't as long as my other ones, but it gives a good idea of how Bea and Poppy were like during her pregnancy with Clove. Please Enjoy! 🐣🍀

(I was duped by tumblr to post this, so enjoy two fics today, back to back)

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Warnings: Cursing, mild angst (I hope)

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“Are you going to keep moving?” Bea asked, adjusting the sketchbook in her lap as she shifted on the bed. She was currently holding a mechanical pencil, gently sketching against the paper as she looked at Poppy who was lying on her stomach. The covers of the bed covered her waist as she smiled at Bea. It was midnight and Bea had the bright idea of completing a new drawing after a night in.

“Shouldn’t artists be able to handle a moving muse?” Poppy asked, perching her chin on her elbow as she looked at her wife from the side. Bea rolled her eyes, crossing her legs as she reached over to brush a strand of hair away from Poppy’s vision.

“If you want this to turn out right, I need you to stay somewhat still.” Bea mumbled, smiling at Poppy who scoffed.

“So demanding…” Poppy smirked, turning over a little and moving once more as Bea corrected her sketch. She watched Bea who was concentrating hard, tongue poking out as she sketched happily.

They had nights like this often. Just the two of them. Even after almost nine months of marriage, many people liked to point out that Poppy and Bea were still in their honeymoon phase. She didn’t care though. They worked hard to get where they were.

“Do you want me to draw you smirking?” Bea asked, scooting closer to Poppy who snapped out of her thoughts.

“Draw me how you see me, Hughes.”

“It’s actually Min-Hughes now.” Bea smiled as she flipped her sketchbook around, showing Poppy her sketch. It was a little messy, but it was recognizable and gorgeous even in the short amount of time it took her.

Poppy sat up, covering her chest with the blanket as she took the sketchbook. “You’ve improved since Belvoire.” Poppy murmured as Bea stretched her arms. She fell back on the bed, smiling up at Poppy who set the sketchbook to the side. She slid back down, moving to rest her head against Bea’s chest as the brunette ran her slim fingers through Poppy’s locks.

“I like drawing you. You’ve got gorgeous features.” Bea said as she stared mindlessly up at the ceiling fan.

Poppy laughed, adjusting her position as she looked at Bea. Poppy reached to play with the short hairs on Bea’s neck, gently scratching her now-short nails against her wife’s neck. “Do you think you’ll ever get tired of drawing me though? You already have so many sketches.”

Bea mocked a gasp, looking down at Poppy. “I could never get tired of drawing you. I wish there were like, a million clones of you. You’re probably the prettiest girl in the whole world.”

“A million clones of me?” Poppy raised a brow as Bea chuckled. She wrapped a hand around Poppy’s waist, rubbing her palm down Poppy’s back.

“Not a million, but wouldn’t it be cool to have a twin or something?”

“Sadly, I don’t have a twin and neither do you.” Poppy smiled, before an intrusive thought entered her head. “But…there could be a mini you running around one day.”

“Like a dog or something? I don’t think the landlord would appreciate that.”

“No, like… a baby.”

“Ha!” Bea laughed, shaking her head gently as Poppy remained quiet.

The honeymoon phase wasn’t the only comment people made about Poppy’s marriage to Bea. Besides the initial shock that Poppy was now off the market, there was… talk about the next step marriages generally took. Poppy didn’t let it bother her, she was used to the gossip, but… she would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it.

Poppy had never wanted kids when she was little. The idea of being a stay-at home mom was never appealing even if the women who did it were wonderful people. It just wasn’t in Poppy’s plans, but marrying Bea wasn’t the plan either.

Her employees every now and then had brought their kids into the office and after her marriage, Poppy was a little more curious about the possibility of raising a child. The idea of having a child with Bea specifically… Poppy was really curious.

But, like most things with Bea, there was a problem.

“I thought you hated kids?” Bea asked as she looked at Poppy with sleepy eyes.

“I don’t hate kids. I’m just… thinking out loud.” Poppy mumbled as Bea shrugged.

“Okay, but… you’re not serious right?” Poppy didn’t answer, biting her lip before shaking her head.

“No, I’m not serious. Let’s get some sleep.” She said, reaching to turn off the light as Bea cuddled her closer.

The problem was Bea had no plans of ever becoming a parent.

It was a conversation that they had months ago, before their marriage planning even began. Bea had wanted to be clear on one thing, she didn’t see kids in her future and Poppy… at the time, had the exact same thought.

What Poppy couldn’t understand though, was that Bea was amazing with children. Her carefree attitude and playful side made almost every kid love her and Bea seemed to like them too. When Poppy had asked, she clammed up like she did most of the time, before relenting and telling Poppy the reason.

Her father, the bastard he was, made Bea believe she would be an awful parent. Too many studies about children with abusive parents turning abusive themselves. Bea couldn’t bear the thought of it, so she decided early on that she wouldn't risk it.

Poppy could understand the reasons and she didn’t question them because she didn’t want kids either. Yet, the more months that passed, Poppy couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a child around the house.

She wanted to know what kind of parent she would be like. Honestly, she wanted to know what kind of parent Bea would be like, but she knew Bea wouldn't do it and Poppy shouldn’t throw that kind of pressure on her.

It would have to stay a mystery.

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“I’m sorry?” Bea asked, stopping the knife she had on the cutting board as Poppy stood in front of her.

It had been a couple of weeks since Poppy let her intrusive thoughts win and since then, she seemed to be seeing more and more children around her daily routine. She had employees go on maternity leave, she had to watch Tevon’s baby cousin for a few hours, and she even saw a frigging stork flying on one of her walks at the park. She didn’t even know that storks resided in New York.

It seemed everywhere she went, there was something baby themed and Poppy had enough of it.

“I wanna talk about having a baby.” Poppy said as she set her bag on the countertop. Bea gulped, setting down her knife as she placed her hands on the counter. Her knuckles were white, probably from how hard she was gripping the granite.

“...I-” Bea whistled low, ducking her head as Poppy stood in front of her. “I thought you didn’t want kids?” Bea asked a second later as Poppy bit her cheek.

This was probably not going to end well.

“I… didn’t, but I’ve been thinking about it and I want to have a conversation with you about the possibility.”

“Stop, Poppy.” Bea came around to where Poppy stood, standing in front of her wife who was looking up at Bea. She gently took Poppy’s hand, showing her she wasn’t mad as Bea cleared her throat.

“I don’t want to be a parent. It’s not for me.” Bea said as Poppy sighed.

“Bea, you’re not your father. I’ve seen how you are around kids, you would be-”

“Are we really going to argue about this? I thought we made it clear before we got married.” Bea stated, a little breathless as she pushed her short hair out of her eyes. She did that when she got nervous or if she was close to clamming up again.

“We did and I’m sorry, but I… I want to at least talk about it.” Poppy said as she still held Bea’s hand. “Answer me honestly, do you really not want a kid? Or are you scared of something else?”

“Poppy, having a kid with you would be amazing, really.” Bea shook her head sadly. “But I would be an awful parent. I’m sure of it.”

“I’m not.” Poppy moved her hand away from Bea’s, moving to cup her wife’s cheek. “You would be an amazing mother Bea. Sure, we might not… know what to do for a while, but don’t you at least want to think about it?”

“No.” Bea said sternly as she moved away from Poppy’s grasp. “What brought this on anyway?” She asked as Poppy sharply inhaled.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks now.” She admitted as Bea sighed.

“...So, what now?” Bea asked, leaning against the counter as Poppy watched her.

“I can’t promise you I won’t be thinking about it.” Poppy said, moving further into the kitchen as she opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. “Let’s talk about it?” Poppy asked hopefully as Bea shook her head.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I…I want you to be happy Poppy, but having a kid…” Bea took a seat on one of the wood stools, looking at Poppy who was tapping her nails against the counter.

“Why do you want a kid anyway?” Bea asked as Poppy smiled to herself.

“Because I think you and I are ready for it.” Poppy leaned against the counter, looking at Bea who looked around the room nervously. “I know you Bea. You want a child, but you’re scared of being a parent, not because you hate kids but because you hate your father.”

Bea didn’t answer, only clenching her fist as Poppy frowned slightly. “I love you Bea and I want to have a baby with you, but I won’t force you. However, I do know…” Poppy went to the side, wrapping her arms around Bea’s neck as the brunette didn’t face her.

“You’d be wonderful Bea. So stop dwelling on the past or the unknown future, tell me honestly… Do you want to have a baby with me?” Bea didn’t answer, she wasn’t even looking at Poppy before she slid off her stool and gently bumped her knuckles against the counter. She took a shaky breath as she avoided Poppy’s gaze.

“I- I’m so sorry Poppy, but I can’t do this right now.” Bea mumbled as she walked away from the kitchen. Poppy followed her, expecting Bea to head towards the bedroom, but took a turn towards the door.

“Wh- Where are you going?” Poppy asked as Bea grabbed her motorcycle keys.

“I’ll be back soon, just heading for a ride…I’ll call you in a bit.” Bea mumbled as she slipped on her shoes and left a second later. Poppy stood in shock as she stared at the door that Bea had just closed.

That was definitely not good, but Poppy couldn’t be angry. It was a lot to take in and she should give Bea the space she needed. After all, Poppy had sorta ambushed her with this huge change. Even if Poppy wanted to go after Bea, she didn’t. She only retreated back into the kitchen and took a sad seat on the stool Bea had been sitting on.

She would be smart about this and give Bea the time she needed. Even if it didn’t work out the way Poppy wanted, she would never leave Bea because of it. Her wife was a little too damaged when it came to matters concerning parenthood and Poppy would have to understand that.

Bea would be back soon and they could continue their talk after.

Poppy was sure of it.

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“Refill?” The bartender asked as Bea shook her head, staring down at her glass of whiskey as she gently tapped her nails against the bar top.

She had driven far away from their apartment complex, so far that Bea wasn’t even sure how to get home. She had probably driven for a good three hours before she stopped at a dive bar she found. She went in, ordered a drink, but didn’t take a single sip.

The bartender had come back every now and then, she even gave Bea a fresh drink which she didn’t drink either. She had probably been sitting on that stool for about two hours as she thought about many things.

Poppy wanted a kid and even if Bea was sure she didn’t want to be a parent… she wasn’t sure that she didn’t want to see Poppy as a parent.

Even though they both had… troublesome childhoods, Bea was 100% confident that Poppy would be a wonderful mother.

She was also confident that any kid Poppy would have, Bea would love to the fullest extent because it was Poppy and Bea loved her wife more than anything in the world.

Yet, Poppy also knew every reason Bea didn’t want a kid. Though, Bea would be lying to herself if she said she had never thought about having children. Of course, she didn’t want to give birth to a baby, so she was thinking more along the lines of adoption.

With that thought, Bea wondered if Poppy wanted to be pregnant or if she wanted to have a kid some other way.

“Dammit.” Bea mumbled as she slid her drink around with a single finger. One conversation about a child and Bea was already wondering what Poppy would be like and how different their lives would be.

She was a liar, obviously. She wanted a kid, specifically, she wanted a kid with Poppy, but she was so scared of screwing it all up like she had before.

She had already run away to the middle of nowhere, leaving her wife alone with her thoughts when Bea should have stuck it out, but just the thought of messing up scared Bea to death. So she did what she did best. She left.

Bea should have driven back hours ago, should have stuck it out and talked to Poppy, but she wouldn't be a good parent.

She was good with kids for a short time, but having one of her own? Bea couldn't imagine it.

“Okay, you’ve been here for hours. Is something wrong with you?” The bartender, an older woman with a nasty scar through her lip, was looking at Bea as she snapped out of her thoughts.

Bea shook her head, sliding the drink away. “I’m sorry, I-” Bea hiccupped slightly as the bartender raised a gray brow.

“You haven’t had a lick to drink and you’re scaring customers away with how moody you look.” The bartender said harshly as Bea frowned.

“I’m sorry about that, how much for the drink and refill?” Bea asked, grabbing her wallet as she pulled out her gold card.

“On the house if you tell me what’s wrong with you.” The bartender said as Bea shook her head.

“Thanks, but I’ve got money.”

“So do I, but you look like shit.” The woman said bluntly as she picked up Bea’s drink. “I’m a stranger kid, you can tell me anything and I won’t tell a soul. So what did you do?”

“I… I didn’t do anything.” Bea mumbled as she thought about Poppy once again. Though, the thought had never left.

“Let me guess, lady troubles?” Bea let a laugh slip out, smiling down at her left hand where her silver band rested.

“Not exactly.”

“Well, I’m not a mind reader.” The woman said, cleaning a glass as Bea took a deep breath. She might as well bare her soul to a complete stranger she would never see again.

“My wife wants a kid and I… I would be an awful parent.”

The woman nodded, looking Bea up and down before she smiled softly. “Have you ever been a parent before?”

Bea raised a brow. Did she look like she had a kid?

“No?”

“Well, how do you know you’ll be a bad parent?”

“Cause I- I didn’t have the best parental figures.” Bea admitted as the bartender scoffed.

“Kid, let me ask you a really serious question, and don’t lie to me cause I’ll know.” The woman leaned closer, looking at Bea earnestly.

“Do you love your wife?”

“Yes.” Bea said instantly.

“Do you want a kid with her?”

“Yes.” She answered instantly again. The answer kinda stunned Bea as the woman backed away a little.

“Then you’ll figure it out together. I know I make it sound easy and believe me, it won’t be, but I’ve been in your shoes before. Almost the same situation, and I like to think I’m a good parent to my two boys.” The woman smiled kindly, a shocking change in demeanor as she began to walk away to help another customer.

“Go home, talk to your wife, and tell her what you told me.” She turned once more to look at Bea. “Don’t be scared of something you’ve never even tried before, especially when you have someone in your corner who thinks differently.” The woman left as quickly as she appeared and Bea decided to place a hefty tip on the counter, before sliding off the stool and walking away.

She hopped on her bike, the gears turning in her head as she looked up at the sky. She had been out all night, the sun about to rise in a couple of hours and her phone only had about seventy-five texts from Poppy.

Bea smiled, securing her helmet in place as she started the bike, rolling out of the dive bar’s parking lot and taking down the street.

Three hours later, Bea clicked open the door of their apartment. It still wasn’t fully decorated, only a few pieces scattered throughout as Poppy had yet to begin the interior designing stage, but it was their home. Probably their home for the rest of their lives together.

She placed her bike keys on a nearby hook, slipping out of her shoes as she entered the apartment, stopping when she saw Poppy laying on the couch in the living room. Her phone was in her hands as she slept and Bea sighed, approaching her wife just as the sun peeked through the windows.

When she approached Poppy, Bea leaned down, pressing a kiss to Poppy’s temple as the woman stirred. She opened her eyes, looking up at Bea as she smiled.

“You’re back…” She mumbled, reaching to cup Bea’s cheek as Bea nodded.

“I’m sorry for leaving.” Bea said as Poppy rubbed her eyes gently before sitting up. Bea took a seat next to her, holding Poppy’s hand as she sighed.

“I had to clear my head and… think about some things.”

“Wait, Bea I want to-”

“Let me just get this out before I lose my nerve?” Bea asked shyly as Poppy looked at her wife. She nodded, remaining quiet as Bea took a deep breath.

“I love you Poppy. I… want you to have everything and if I can give it to you, I will. I met this lady who kinda helped me think things through and… I do want a kid with you.” Poppy smiled softly as she looked at Bea who continued.

“I can’t imagine anything better than having a kid with you, but I’m… worried about what could happen. You know why I’m hesitant and I can’t help but think it’s selfish to possibly put a kid through that… but-” Poppy gripped Bea’s hand tighter, smiling at her as she moved to tilt Bea’s chin to look Poppy in the eyes.

“Hey, you don’t think I’m worried either? Bea, you’re a million times better with kids than I am.”

“That’s not-”

“It’s extremely true. I’ve never been good with kids. Joshua is a good example actually.” Poppy mumbled as she leaned closer to Bea. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this parenting thing either, but I want to try. Really, I want to try with you and if we massively screw up....”

She smiled, trailing a nail against Bea’s jaw. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Bea huffed, smiling as she gripped Poppy’s hand tighter. “Then yes.”

Poppy perked slightly, still a little sleepy as she tilted her head to the side, letting her blonde locks fall as she looked at Bea. “Yes what?” She asked as Bea leaned closer, closing the gap between them as she pressed a kiss to Poppy’s lips. She was warm, kissing Bea back as Bea moved her hands to wrap around Poppy’s waist.

“Yes, I want to have a baby with you.”

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“Thank you for letting us stay over for the week Mary.” Poppy said as she took the herbal tea from the older woman who gently patted Poppy’s hand. They had been staying for only two days and Poppy had probably drunk more tea during that time than she had in her whole lifetime.

Over three weeks ago, Bea and Poppy had begun exploring options for having a child. While the obvious plan of adoption was still on the table, Poppy decided she wanted to explore pregnancy options, leading to the two beginning an IVF treatment.

The sessions were completed shortly after and all that was left was to wait for any news. Since it had been awhile since the two visited, Poppy and Bea decided to head down to SweetCreek for a while. A necessary break.

“Of course, dear. You and my honey bee can stay for as long as you like. You both are always welcome here.” The woman smiled as she picked up her knitting needles. They were sitting outside in the large sunroom that was bathed in warmth. The Hughes house was currently undergoing many changes to its exterior which was where Bea currently was, helping her father and brother paint sections of the house.

Dahlia, Ryan’s wife, was out doing some grocery shopping, so Poppy was left alone with Bea’s mother who was currently knitting a new blanket for Dahlia’s newest born child who was sleeping in the upstairs room.

“Have you heard anything from the doctors yet?” Mary asked as she glanced at Poppy who was drinking her herbal tea. She would be lying to herself if she said she was thoroughly enjoying it.

“Not yet, but it’s only been a few weeks since we completed the treatment.” Poppy smiled, setting down the tea before promptly picking it back up when Mary looked at her.

“I was very excited to hear the news. I know my Bea has always been… hesitant about these kinds of things.” Poppy nodded, thinking back over the past weeks.

After their last conversation, Bea had taken to the role like a pro. She did late night research into treatments, read multiple books about the process, and was probably an encyclopedia of information.

“She’s done quite a bit of work since the treatment began.” Poppy admitted with a smile.

“As expected.” Mary chimed happily, knitting away as Poppy finally finished her tea. She set it down, just as she saw Bea enter the house and step into the sunroom. Bea grinned when she saw Poppy as she walked over to press a kiss to her mother’s cheek.

“Ma, do you mind if I steal Poppy for a bit? I finished up my chores and I wanted to take a walk with her.” Bea said as her mother gently pushed her towards Poppy.

“Go on then lovebirds. Dinner will be ready when you get back.” She waved goodbye as Bea took Poppy’s hand, leading them outside and into the country air.

Poppy took a deep breath. Even if it did smell like hay, it was a comforting smell as Bea led Poppy down a beaten up path and further away from the farm house.

She was swinging their hands as they walked in silence and Poppy was looking around curiously. She had been to the Hughes’ farm only a handful of times. A few of the times, she definitely wasn’t welcomed with open arms, but the last few times, they really did treat her like one of their own.

“So, how are you feeling?” Bea asked as she slowed her walk, lifting Poppy’s hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckle.

“I’m feeling fine. A little nervous, to be honest.” Poppy said as Bea nodded, rubbing her thumb across Poppy’s knuckles as they continued to walk.

“Don’t be nervous. If it… doesn’t work out, there are plenty of other options.” Bea smiled as Poppy squeezed Bea’s hand.

“I know that. You’ve read a million books about it so I trust you.” Poppy smiled as Bea gasped.

“I have not! I just want to be… prepared.”

“Bea, your search history is a little too detailed now. I’m sure you’re plenty prepared.”

Bea walked faster so she could face Poppy as she walked backwards. “...Really, the only other option I’ve considered is adoption.” Bea admitted. “Would… would you be okay with that?”

Poppy nodded quickly. Bea herself had practically been adopted into the Hughes’ family so Poppy had no issues with that option.

“So long as you and I can raise a child together, any method is worth it.” Poppy said as Bea stopped walking backwards and returned to Poppy’s side.

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.” She reclaimed Poppy’s hand as they continued to walk. “Have you thought of any names you like?” She asked as Poppy laughed.

“It’s a little early to be thinking about that, isn’t it?”

“Not really. I like the name Amelia.” Bea said as Poppy gasped.

“Amelia Min-Hughes?” She asked as she scrunched up her nose. “Bea, this isn’t the 1900s.”

“It’s a solid name!” Bea exclaimed as she refocused on the path they took, before stopping. She glanced up, just as a large crack of thunder sounded in the distance.

“Oh great, is it going to rain now?” Poppy asked as Bea smiled sheepishly.

“I didn’t check the weather channel.” She mumbled as Poppy gave her a deadpan expression. “C’mon, there should be a large oak tree up here. We can make it before-”

A large downpour of rain hit them before Bea could even finish her sentence.

“Dang it!” Bea yelped as she dragged Poppy down the path. Another crack of thunder echoed as Poppy shivered from the feeling of rain hitting her skin. She followed quickly as they were soon drenched in rain, stopping directly under a huge oak tree that did little to protect them from the rain.

“My hair!” Poppy complained as she tried to dry it. Bea only laughed, pulling Poppy closer to her side as the blonde scowled.

“It should pass soon.” Bea said as she rested her chin on top of Poppy’s head. Poppy sighed, watching the rain pour as she felt Bea’s warmth around her. She had to admit, this wasn’t terrible.

They watched the rain for a bit, Bea continuing to hold Poppy tightly before the rain started to cease, revealing a dewy and sparkly field of grass as the trees gently shook the water from their leaves.

It had only been about twenty minutes as Poppy pulled back, looking around to check that the small storm had passed. “We should head back before we catch pneumonia.” Poppy stated as Bea nodded, shaking the water droplets off her hands as she went to hold Poppys.

“That wasn’t so bad though, right?” She asked as Poppy rolled her eyes, bumping her shoulder against Bea’s with a tiny smile.

“Yes, I absolutely love being trapped under a tree with my hair soaking wet.” Poppy sarcastically said as Bea wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“It was fine and look how pretty everything is now.”

She looked around at the open field in front of them, coated in water and sparkling under the sun, before breaking out into a grin.

“Holy shit! Poppy, check it out!” She said, letting go of Poppy’s shoulder as she ran into the field like a child. Poppy followed, crossing her arms as she watched her wife. She was still aware of how wet her clothes were, but Bea had already run off, meaning they would be taking the long way back.

“Do you know where we are?!” She asked as she looked down at the grass. Poppy was surprised the girl wasn’t already caked in mud from how quickly she ran around the open field. Poppy shook her head, raising a brow as Bea bent down and picked up a small leaf.

“It’s a clover patch! I haven’t seen one since I was a teenager!” Bea grinned wide as she gestured for Poppy to follow. “It’s huge too!”

Poppy rolled her eyes playfully, watching as Bea would bend down every few seconds to inspect the ground. It looked rather normal to Poppy as they continued to walk around. Her wife was correct though, it was a huge field, filled with many regular looking clovers.

Bea was lagging behind, too ecstatic about the field as Poppy watched her. Glancing down, Poppy tsked at her shoes which were probably getting wet and muddy, before she examined the ground closer.

Sitting next to her shoe, a small clover was beside the heel as Poppy leaned down to inspect it. She gently picked it up, swirling the stem between her fingers as she counted the leaves. Even if she didn’t know much about plants, she was aware of the supposed “luck” of a four-leaf clover.

She smiled, keeping it in her palm as she continued to walk on while Bea ran closer to her. They reached a small dip in the field, cutting off the clovers as Bea walked up to Poppy.

She grinned, holding out her palm like she was presenting Poppy a medal. She held a small four-leaf clover like a gemstone as Poppy picked it up.

“Four-leaf clovers are for luck. I can’t believe I found one.” She mumbled as Poppy smiled. She held out her own palm as Bea raised her brows, looking at Poppy’s clover.

She took it from Poppy before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Poppy’s cheek. “This is a good sign, you know. Two four-leaf clovers in one day? We’re probably the luckiest people on earth right now.”

Poppy smiled, cupping Bea’s cheek, careful not to smush her special clover as she kissed Bea’s cheek in return. “I can believe that. Now, let’s head back before your mother gives me more herbal tea to drink.”

Bea laughed, leading Poppy by the hand as they headed back to the Hughes farm.

Before Poppy went to bed, she sealed the four leaf clovers in a small bag, making sure to take them back to New York in a few days as she closed her eyes, resting against Bea’s chest as they drifted off to sleep.

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A sharp alarm woke Poppy up as she rubbed her eyes sleepily. She sat up, feeling the cold mattress by her side as she heard the distant sound of Bea, Ryan, and Bea’s father working away at the house.

Poppy stretched, rubbing her eyes as she glanced down at her phone which still rang with an alarm. Reaching to shut it off, it began to ring with an incoming call from her doctor.

Poppy picked it up, answering the call as Dr. Chang spoke through the speaker.

“Mrs. Min-Hughes, I’m sorry for calling so early, but I wanted to give you the good news as soon as possible!” The doctor said as Poppy raised a sharp brow.

“Good news?”

“Yes, your results came back and the treatment was successful. Congratulations, Mrs. Min-Hughes, you’re pregnant.”

Poppy almost dropped the phone, eyes darting to the small bag of clovers by her side as she thanked the doctor quickly before practically jumping out of bed and running out of the bedroom.

She had to find Bea.

She wasn’t hard to find, standing on the porch with a bucket of white paint as Poppy opened the screening door.

Bea startled, taking out her air pod as she raised a curious brow, watching Poppy pant as she smiled at her wife. “Babe? Where’s the fire?” Bea asked jokingly as Poppy shook her head.

“The… the-” She tried to catch her breath, heart hammering in her chest as Bea nervously sat her paint down, rushing up to Poppy and taking ahold of her hands.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Poppy nodded, finally calming her breathing before breaking into a large grin.

“I’m pregnant.” She smiled as Bea laughed for a split second before looking back at Poppy who wasn’t laughing with her. Her face was absolutely radiant as Bea forgot how to breathe for a few seconds before she ran a hand through her hair.

“You’re- Oh shit-'' Bea looked like she was about to faint but Poppy took her hand, pulling her into a kiss as Bea steadied herself against the plank of the house. Poppy kissed her hard, pouring every emotion into the movement as Bea kissed her back.

They didn’t break, only exchanging small whispers as Poppy kept smiling. It was probably the happiest Bea had ever seen her wife and Bea was right there with her. She could feel her stomach turning at the thought, pressing multiple kisses to Poppy’s face as she kept grinning.

Soon, they broke away, Bea running around to tell her father and her mother who sat in the breakfast room. The news was quick to spread as Bea held Poppy’s hand through it all.

The nerves were there, of course, but the feeling of Bea’s hand in her own was enough to calm the fear as Poppy’s smile never stopped.

In nine months, they would both face a new challenge, one that they both welcomed with open arms.

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Misunderstandings and Confessions

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been updating. I have a lot going on. Both my parents had surgery and I've been taking care of them and helping them with the rehab, plus in July I fell and hurt my hand, so I typed this up with one hand. I hope to get back to updating next month but it may be a little longer because I'm moving in Two weeks. Anyway, this idea kept bugging me and I had to get it down. I'm not sure if anyone is really going to like it but I like how it came out and that's enough for me, still, I hope you like it, too.I apologize for any mistakes.

Summary: Oliver has been in love with Felicity Smoak from the moment he met, a moment of misunderstandings has him confessing his true feelings for her.

Felicity walked into the local gym just off campus, eyes scanning around for her friend. She found him, encouraging a young girl, showing her how to accurately throw a punch without breaking her thumb in the process or injuring her wrist. 

“Hey, John, do you got a minute?”

John looked up. “Felicity, I meant to get a hold of you, but I’ve been busy.” John turned and said something to the girl before moving to her. 

“That’s why I’m here," said Felicity. "Lyla called said you needed to talk to me, I tried calling, but you never picked up.”

“Yeah, I broke my phone earlier in the day.” John grimaced. 

“Oh, the poor baby.” Felicity put a hand to her heart. 

John smiled. “Speaking of babies, that’s why I wanted to talk to you.”

“Your phone?”

“No,” John shook his head. “My baby. It’s my and Lyla’s anniversary next a week, and I was going to take her away for a romantic weekend, but I need someone to watch Sara, and there’s not really anyone else I would trust her that long with other than you." 

“Oh, of course, I can watch her.” Honestly, John didn’t really need to ask she loved spending time with her Goddaughter. 

“Great, you can stay in our guest room, and we will just be gone for three days,” John said. “Oh, don’t mention this to Lyla yet, I want to surprise her.”

“You got it, now I got to go, I have a paper due I need to work on, I’ll see you later.”

Felicity headed out just as a familiar face walked in, she felt that flutter she always got in his presence but did what she usually did and ignored it. “Oliver, hey.” 

“Felicity, are you working out today?” Oliver asked, carrying his duffle bag over his shoulder. 

Felicity watched his muscles shift beneath the fabric of his grey t-shirt as he tugs the bag higher. 

“Felicity?”

Felicity snapped her gaze back up to him, face flushing. “No working out once a week is more than enough for me besides there are much better ways to work off energy than the gym.” she watched Oliver’s eyes darkened, and her eyes widened as she realized the implications behind her words. 

Oh my God, she did not just say that she might as well as have said she instead her work out be hours of hot, sweaty sex. 

And to say it to Oliver of all people? Somebody kill her now. 

“I gotta go,” Felicity said, quickly brushing past him out the door. 

She heard footsteps behind her telling her Oliver followed her out. “Hey, we’re still on for tonight, right?”

Felicity turned back around. “Yeah, of course, unless your not free tonight then I’m sure I can get someone -”

“No, don’t” Oliver shook his head quickly, his body jerking with the movement. “I’ll be there. I just wanted to be sure we were still on. I thought we could get some food after.”

The flutters in her stomach got stronger. “Yeah, I love that, I’ll see you tonight but I really gotta get to the library now, my paper is due in a couple days, and I need to start working on it.”

Felicity felt Oliver’s eyes on her as she left, making her skin feel heated, it wasn’t till she was back in her car and driving back to campus that Felicity felt like she could breathe again.

Having a crush on your friend and trying not to be so fucking obvious about it was exhausting. 

                                                  ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Oliver rapped his knuckles against the door and waited. 

He smiled and held up the brown bag. “Hey, I brought Mint Chip.”

Felicity smiled, taking the bag from him. “You need to stop being so good to me, Oliver. At this rate, once I finish my art project, I’m never going to let you out of my life.” 

“Maybe that’s the plan.” Oliver shut the door behind him and shucked off his jacket. “Where’s your roommate?”

“Caitlin is staying with her boyfriend, it’s a milestone in their relationship or something. She’s going to be gone for the whole weekend.” Felicity walked to the mini freezer putting the ice cream away for now. Besides, she was going to need something cold to eat by the time Oliver left. 

She always felt hot whenever Oliver left, being alone with him was dangerous for her ovaries, especially when most days she just wanted to climb him like a tree. 

It wasn’t her fault though it was his. Who gave him the legal right to look that good? He was the image of what the perfect man was supposed to look like, and to be around him every day, fighting back feelings that had no hope of being returned was just unfair. 

“Where do you want me?” Oliver asked, looking around the room. 

That was a loaded question if she ever heard one.

Felicity grabbed her sketchbook and settled on her roommate's bed. “The bed, against the wall, and I don’t know, try and look like your seducing someone.”

Oliver gave her an arch look. “And this is for an assignment?” 

“Yes, I think the next assignment is going to be nude art, and God help me if that’s the case.” Because if she had to sketch Oliver naked, there was no way she could stop herself from throwing herself at him and embarrassing herself with his inevitable rejection.  

Oliver tried to hide the hurt he felt at her words as he settled on her bed, stretching out his long limbs. 

Oliver knew what he felt for Felicity was hopeless that was evident from the day he met her. A meeting she didn’t even remember. 

Being forgettable was just what you wanted to be to the girl you were in love with. 

                                                    ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

“Oh shit,” Oliver muttered as he watched the blonde, he had noticed in class a few weeks ago, slipped on the hallway floor. 

He rushes to her side. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Just peachy.” Felicity pushed to her feet and reach back and rubbed her ass. “Having a broken tail bone should not affect my day at all.”

Oliver opened his mouth to reply but found himself distracted by her baby blue blouse that was soaked through and clinging to her like a second skin. Clearly, she had been caught in the storm in her efforts to get to class. 

Her soaked shirt left nothing to the imagination. 

Look away, jackass, look away, he told himself, forcing himself to drag his eyes back up to hers. 

He swallowed when he saw her already staring back at him. It was clear she noticed his staring if her glare that she was staring a hole through him with were anything to go by. “I’m sorry for staring.” he rummaged through his duffel bag he had with him because he was on his way to the on-campus gym. “Here.” he pulled out one of his short sleeve shirts. 

He watches as her glare was replaced with a look of surprise, she reached out accepting the shirt, her fingers brushing his. “Thank you, um..?” 

“Oliver,” he supplied. 

“Oliver, thank you,” she said quietly. “It was nice meeting you. I have to go.”

Oliver turned and watch her disappear, clutching the fabric of his shirt and suddenly wanted to punch himself in the face. He finally got the chance to talk to Felicity Smoak, and now she probably thought he was some kind of creep. 

She couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

Any chance with her was obviously gone. 

                                                    ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

He wasn’t sure if he was relieved that she didn’t remember how they really met or extremely disappointed on the one hand, she didn’t remember him staring at her like she was just an object when she was more than just her body. She was beautiful, kind, strong, and so fucking brilliant. 

But on the other hand, he obviously left zero impression on her. She didn’t remember him. That had never happened to him before and made him feel guilty for all the girls he slept with and then forgot their names or pretended he didn’t know them. 

It wasn’t easy feeling like you weren’t memorable enough, it hurt knowing you were so quickly forgotten by someone you wanted to be a part of your life. 

Oliver watched as Felicity got to work, sometimes she got so focused on her sketches that everything around her would fall away until it was just her and her art. 

He didn’t mind it. Actually, it was something he loved because he got the chance to be there with her in the moment. He got the opportunity just to look at her with all the affection he had for her without worrying she would see how he felt about her written all over his face. 

“That new art gallery on Troost and 63rd will be having its grand opening next Friday. I thought we could go together.” Oliver said. He had actually already got their invites. Sometimes being the heir to a multi-billion-dollar company had its benefits.

“I can’t, I’m gonna be busy all weekend,” Felicity answered glancing at him then back at her sketch, missing the way he frowned deeply. 

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone.” Oliver’s heart dropped to his stomach, and he swung his legs to the side, moving to sit on the edge of her bed. 

“I’m not,” Felicity answered as Oliver stood. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Oliver stood. “Look, I have to go.”

Felicity put down her sketchbook and stood. “Don’t lie to me, something’s bothering you. The veins in your neck are throbbing, and that usually happens when your agitated or annoyed. Plus you’re doing that rubbing your fingers together thing that you do.” 

“I just thought we were closer than you feeling you need to lie to me about spending the weekend with some guy you couldn’t even be bothered to tell me about.”

“For the last time, I’m not seeing anyone, I have exactly two guys in my life. You and Digg.”

Oliver paused, he had assumed, she was going to spend the weekend with someone else because she never turned down the opportunity for them to spend time together before and her earlier comments at the gym that had alluded sex. 

He jumped right to the thought of some guy lucky enough to be with her, and it made him upset because he knew without a shadow of a doubt that no one was going to love her as much as he did. He would do anything she asked of him. 

“I know I probably don’t have a right to ask but what are your plans for this weekend?” Oliver asked. 

“It’s John and Lyla’s wedding anniversary, and he planned a three-day romantic trip that he wants to surprise her with and he asked me to watch baby Sara for the weekend.”

“Oh,” Oliver bit the inside of his cheek, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just tell me what that was about. Why did you freak out?’

Oliver shook his head and took a step back. “Felicity, can we just forget-”

“No, we can’t. Tell me why the thought of me spending my weekend with someone  else bother you so much?”

“Felicity..”

“Don’t Felicity me, Oliver. What’s so terrible about me seeing someone?” 

Oliver opened and closed his mouth and then surged forward, grasping Felicity's face, and pressing his mouth to hers. 

Felicity's body jolted at the touch of his lips on hers, shocked, she stared at him wide-eyed when he pulled back, her heart thudding in her chest. 

“It bothers me because I don’t want to be with anyone else. It bothers me because you’ve become the most important person in my life, and I want to be just as important to you as you are to me. It bothers me because I am in love with you.” 

Felicity felt her heart stop before restarting with a vengeance, and she surged forward cupping back of his neck as she pressed her mouth over his kissing him with everything she had. 

Oliver felt relief flow through him and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Felicity arched into him, wanting even closer to him, when his tongue slid along hers, she moaned from the back of her throat. 

Oliver felt his blood rushing south at the sound, and he lifted her carrying her to bed, laying her down and covering her with his body. 

Felicity arched up into his hands as they explored her body, his mouth skimming down her neck and sucking at that spot that had her blood heating. She pushed her hands at his chest. 

Oliver pulled back immediately. “Is something wrong? Do you want me to stop?” 

“God, no.” She grabbed the hem of his shirt. “What I want is for you to remove your shirt." 

Oliver grinned and rose up on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head.

Felicity's eyes widened, and she lifted her hands, trialing them slowly across his perfectly sculpted abs. “You can’t be my nude model for my next project.”

Oliver frowned. “What? Why not?” 

“Because there is no way I will be able to focus on anything but touching you,” she leaned up and press a kiss to his abs. 

Oliver groaned as her tongue traced his abs, he grasped her face and pulled her mouth to his, falling back on the bed with her. 

Felicity moaned as his hand slipped beneath her shirt and she hooked her legs around his waist and flipped them, Oliver looked up at her surprised, and she laughed, pulling off her shirt. 

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Oliver sat up, cupping her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek. 

“You have no idea.” Felicity bit down on her lip. 

Oliver tugged her lip out from her teeth. “I look forward to finding out.” he covered her mouth with his, soothing her lip with his tongue. 

Felicity wrapped her arms around him, falling into him. 

Oliver and Felicity touched, kissed, explored, and lost themselves in each other. 

                                                ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Oliver reached out with his hand and found the spot beside him empty. He couldn’t have imagined having the best sex of his life with the girl he loved. His eyes snapped open, and he saw the familiar sight of Felicity’s room. 

He frowned, okay so last night wasn’t one of his many dreams but then where was Felicity?

He was just about to toss the covers off when her door opened, and Felicity walked in, with a coffee tray and a brown to-go bag. “Hey, you’re awake.” she greeted, setting the bag and coffee tray on her desk. 

However, Oliver found himself distracted by the grey henley she wore. “Is that my shirt?”

“No,” Felicity's cheeks flushed as she pushed the yoga pants she had thrown on past her hips and down her legs. “Okay, fine, yes, it’s the shirt you gave me when we first met.”

“I thought you didn’t remember the first day we spoke,” Oliver said, confused. “Why would you pretend all this time that you didn’t remember how we first met?”

Felicity stared at him, caught. “I, ugh..”

“You what?” Oliver prodded. 

“Okay, fine.” Felicity’s look turned sheepish, and she tugged at the hem of the shirt. “I really like this shirt, it’s comfortable and roomy and when we officially met I pretended not to remember so I can keep my shirt.”

“You mean my shirt?”

“No, I mean my shirt. It’s been mine from the moment I first put it on. You never should have given to me if you wanted to keep it.” 

Oliver felt a sense of warmth spread through his chest, and he laughed. “You’re unbelievable in the best way. Do you have any idea the hit my self-confidence took thinking you didn’t remember me?”

Felicity grinned and pulled back the covers of her bed, climbing in next to him. “You’re Oliver Queen, you’re ego needed some readjusting.” 

Oliver snorted and wrapped his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her mouth. 

Felicity ran her fingers along his stubble jaw and down his chest. “Did you ever think we end up here?”

“Honestly?” Oliver said, pushing her hair back. “I was hoping for it. I only volunteered to model for you because I thought it was the only chance I had to know you and for you to get to know me. I thought it was the only chance I had with you and I had to take it.” 

“Oh, wow,” Felicity had never felt more flattered. She never had anyone feel that way about her, and it was a fantastic feeling. 

“There’s something else you should know," he placed his hand against her neck, feeling her pulse thrumming. 

“What?” Felicity breathed the intensity in his eyes, making her heart pound faster in her chest. 

“I plan on falling even more in love with than I already am, which shouldn’t be a problem when I fall more in love with you every passing day.” 

Felicity’s heart pounded in her chest for an entirely different reason. She pressed forward her lips connected with his, her hand curling around his shoulder as she pressed her body against his.

Felicity chest rose and fell when she broke away a few minutes later. “I love you too.”

Oliver grinned and tugged at the hem of her shirt. “I know you really love our shirt, but it has to go.” 

Felicity laughed as she let Oliver pull the shirt from her body and soon she found herself pinned beneath him as he kissed and touch her like she was the only thing that mattered and she was soaring above the clouds. She was more than ready to make sure he felt the same.

Oliver never expected Felicity to love him back, but she did, and it was the best feeling in the world have the person you love, love you back. 

He couldn’t imagine anything better. 

A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it.  

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[sae-you-sae-me]

Hihi I'm new to your acc but I live for your writing mygodd🙈💘 I was wondering if you could do a HC with RFA+V and Saeran reacting to when they find out that MC has a sketchbook filled with cute or maybe even spicy~ (lolol) drawings/doodles of them? And when they confront MC about it, MC gets super flustered?❤ Example: Yoosung finds drawings of himself

Thanks so much! Enjoy~

Zen:

You were working on another sketch of him when you got up to do something else

You had left your notebook open on the table so he saw it

He noticed it was him…so he sneaked a peek at a few other pages

He was surprised to see how many pictures of him you had drawn

He’s especially intrigued at the fact that you’ve drawn so many…detailed pictures of him

He’s had fanart drawn of him, but yours was more precious to him because you captured him in such an intimate way

He takes a few of the ones where you drew him shirtless for blackmail

Whenever you complain that he’s talking too much about his abs, he pulls up the picture, “That’s not what your hand thinks.”

But he was super supportive of your work

In one instance, he really liked a picture you drew of him with this one costume

He showed it to his designers, and your design got created

Yoosung:

You were drawing a flower while sitting beside him

He peered over your shoulder and asked if he could see it

You were already embarrassed as you didn’t show your drawings often, but you let him see

He took the book from you and you thought he was just admiring the one…

But then you heard the flip of pages, and it was too late to stop him

He stopped when he came across one particular drawing

It was one of him shirtless…with abs

It was super awkward for you both…since you haven’t seen him shirtless

You’re already dying inside as he now knows what goes through your brain…and into your notebook

And he just chuckles nervously, “Haha, this is exactly how I look like under this shirt.”

It was cute though, because you found out he started going to the gym two weeks later

Jaehee:

As a gift, you two had matching best friend notebooks

That backfired one day when she grabbed your book instead of hers and left for work

She found out later exactly what you were putting inside that notebook

She had to suppress a smile when she found the whole section dedicated to hers

At first it was a bunch of chibi drawings of you and her

Some of them was her serving coffee or sleeping on the couch

She took a picture of a few for rainy days

But then she got to the more detailed pictures

When she returned the book to you, she had a little mini fan girl session and also an apology for intruding

Although, she said she had one critique for you

She turned to one of the more detailed photos and looked down at her chest 

“My boobs aren’t that big, MC…”

Jumin:

He always saw you sketching Elizabeth the Third

Or chasing her around the house to make her sit in one place while you drew

So, when you leave your notebook on the kitchen counter, that’s what he thinks he’ll find in the pages

He’s surprised when he flips the page and finds a sketch of him

And another one…and another one…and there’s almost a whole collection

He finds one picture where his tie is loosened and his shirt is half unbuttoned

He starts smirking to himself, wondering if this is how you really see him…or want to see him

But then he hears your footsteps and slams the notebook shut, suddenly feeling flustered

You never found out about it until one day he comes home from work and pauses in the doorway

He loosens his tie, gives you a small smirk, and unbuttons a single button

You just know he saw that drawing

You’re unsure whether you’re about to die from cuteness or embarrassment

Seven:

It all started when he was hanging on the couch upside down

You walked into the room to get something, and he shot finger guns at you

It inspired you to draw something, so you told him not to move

You grabbed your notebook and started sketching

You got so into it, you didn’t even realize he had gotten up and tried to come behind you and see your progress

When you did notice him looming over your shoulder, you practically threw yourself over the book trying to hide it

He figured something was off, so he went chasing after you until he got the notebook and saw what you drew

It turned out his shirt slipped down when he was still posing, and you drew what you saw in detail

He was surprisingly chill about it, complimenting on the drawing overall

But he just waits…until you put your BTS playlist on

He slid into the room during No More Dream just to do Jimin’s Part™

Only he didn’t stop doing it until you were red in the face

Saeran:

He was in one of his organizing moods

He accidentally knocked your notebook off the shelf, and it fell open to a page

He was about to put it back when recognized a little chibi character that looked oddly like him

He took a closer look and saw that it was him holding up finger hearts

He checks to see if you’re around before pressing further

Apparently, that isn’t the only drawing of him

There’s tons…and they’re detailed and well thought out too

He’s too consumed in your art to remember it was him until he turned to your most recent drawing

He was wearing a yukata, dipping down his chest and you did not skimp on the details

He waltzes over to you in the living room, “You know how I always say I want to know what’s running through your head?”

“Yeah…”

He sets the book down next to you, “I don’t anymore. And by the way, you’ve been watching too many anime.”

He threw a smirk over his shoulder and watched you burn as you realized what he saw

V:

He was talking on the phone with a client

So his hands were trying to find something absentminded to do

He started turning the pages of a notebook sitting on the table

It wasn’t until he noticed the drawings of him did he realize it was your sketchbook

Thankfully, his call ended when it did, because he came across one the most detailed pictures of himself he’d seen

You drew him in a deep V neck shirt with a chiseled jawline and prominent collar bones

It was a stunning drawing, and he would’ve been flustered if not for your little note in the corner

“V in a V neck lololol”

You were the one who was flustered later when you saw that he found it

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Tommy Shelby x Reader Part 5

He quickly shut the doors. Making his way back over to the stacks of hay and sitting down.

"It's going to be a long one." He said with a sigh.

You made your way back over to the hack stacks as well siting down to the left of him but just a couple inches closer then last time. Hoping he wouldn't notice. You glanced over at him only to spot a a leaf resting on strands of hair. It must have gotten stuck when he opened the door. You hesitated for a moment but soon you had no control over your limbs, your hand reached out and brushed the leaf out of his hair. You were surprised at how soft his hair was and unconsciously continued to brush his rich brown hair. Tommy's shoulders that tensed when he felt contact with his hair soon relaxed and he welcomed the contact with a soft groan from the back of his throat. He slowly moved closer to you allowing you better access to his hair. You chuckled quietly.

"What?" He whispered. His eyes half closed.

"You barely know me, I could be trying to kill you."

He smiled lazily.

"Go on then, be my guest." He whispered back.

You smiled. You don't know when it happened but you both drifted off in to a peaceful slumber. You both found comfort from each other's presence. You awoke to a loud banging. You opened your eyes slowly feeling warmth in cased around you. You were against Tommy's chest, his arms were wrapped around you. His face was resting in the crook of your neck. You felt him stir as you both heard another bang. Tommy's muscles immediately tensed. It was coming from the door finally with one loud bang the barn door burst open. You felt Tommy's muscles relax instantly.

"Tommy! Where are earth have you been!? What happened after the fight?!" A middle aged woman and a young boy were in the doorway of the barn, both looking relived.

There faces both changed when they saw you. The woman looked vaguely familiar to you. You couldn't place where you saw her before. But you didn't have to think about it for long.

"Your that woman that gave me your umbrella!" She exclaimed.

You were to stunned to really respond.

"You helped me up when I fell on the ground! What's your name?"

"Uhm uh (y/n). Look I'm uh going to go. I see you have a lot to talk about and I've been up for hours so I'm going to uh go home." You tried to articulate yourself. You got up brushed yourself off, grabbed your bag and headed out the door. Smiling kindly to all three of them.

You were greeted by a gust of brisk wind and hoards of leaves flying at your face. You brushed as many of them off as you could before walking to your house at a rather quick pace. As you rounded the corner of your street you heard a faint calling. Telling yourself that it was the roaring wind you continued on at your quick pace.

You finally reached your doorstep which thankfully had an overhanging roof so you were protected from the harsh wind and rain. You heard another faint yell. 

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Hey! Ma'am!”

You looked up and down the street to spot a tall man running through the rain. As the figure got closer you were shocked to find that Thomas Shelby was calling your name. He stopped running when he was right in front of you. He gestured to the mini roof you were standing under.

“May I?” You suddenly realized you were just standing there staring at him.

“Of course! Please!.” You immediately stood back until your back hit the wall. You made a small yelp when your back hit your door, not expecting it to be so close. As Tommy heard this sound he smirked just a little but enough for you to blush. You regained your composure almost immediately. 

“Mr. Shelby, what can I do for you?” You said as monotone as you could muster. For a moment he didn’t respond. He just stared at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Suddenly he blinked and cleared his throat.

“You left your sketchbook in the barn. I know you probably could have picked it up later, but the drawings are so beautiful I didn't want them to get stolen.”

As he finished saying this he brought the sketchbook our fro under his jacket and held it out to you.You were at a lose for words. You didn't really know what to say. You were shocked by the kindness Mr. Shelby was showing you. He seemed like a rather cold person.

You reached out and took the sketchbook from him.                                               “Thank you very much, I would be lost without it.” You smiled fondly up at the man. You noticed when you did this there was a shift in his eyes a new color appeared besides the luminescent blue, a color you couldn’t quite place. You saw him take a deep breath in. The two of you stood there for a couple minutes, just staring into each others eyes. 

Slowly Tommy reached up and plucked a leaf from your hair and dropped it on the ground. He reached up again and tucked a small straying hair behind your ear. All the while maintaining eye contact. Suddenly feeling brave, you as well reached up and brushed Tommy’s unruly bangs to the side. As you returned your hand to your side you could almost make out a hint of red dusting his cheeks. 

“Well, I hope to see you soon, Miss.(y/n).” Tommy said gently, and with that he turned around and headed back into the storm. 

[iwritekpopthings]

You (Ch. 6)

Characters: Misun (OC), Jung Daehyun, B.A.P, other side characters Genre/ Warnings: Fluff, romance, slow burn Word Count: 1479

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

“Alright everyone, that’s it for the meeting today. On Wednesday we’ll start costume development, so please talk to Misun if you have any changes that you need to make to your costumes.” The club president made his announcement and everyone looked to the back of the room toward Misun. She waved in acknowledgement, though she highly doubted many would remember who she was. As she looked around the room, Misun’s gaze landed on Daehyun. He flashed a broad, encouraging smile at her before returning his attention to the club president. “If you haven’t been measured yet, please see Misun about that, as well. Okay, that’s all.”

The group began to disperse and Misun gathered up her things. As she slung her bag over her shoulder, Sooyeon walked over to her. The girl looked her up and down before she spoke. “You’re not going to make my outfit look stupid, right?”

Misun rolled her eyes. “No, Sooyeon. Your outfit will be of the same quality as everyone else’s. If you have a problem with that, make the outfit yourself.” Misun turned and walked away, hurrying to leave the crowded club room.

Having to interact with Sooyeon every week was not something that Misun was looking forward to. She had to let off some steam somehow. Her feet naturally carried her to the gym where she attacked her punching bag with everything she had.

“That's how people get hurt, you know.” A feminine voice said from behind her, loud enough to be heard over the music bursting from Misun’s headphones. She continued punching, hoping the intruder would just go away. This was something she needed to do. She needed to feel something that wasn't just the constant turmoil she felt in her heart.

It was quiet for several minutes as Misun continued to pummel the bag. When she thought the girl was gone, she loosened up again and began bouncing around the bag. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of red hair out of the corner of her eye, startling her. Misun jumped and pulled an headphone out of her ear.

“Can I help you?” She asked in a wary voice as she caught her breath.

The tall girl looked around in mock surprise with her hazel blue eyes before pointing to herself. “Who, me? Oh, so you're not ignoring me anymore?” She grinned as she walked closer.

“Look, I'm not in the mood to play games-”

“Not with these hands, you're not.” The girl was close enough and she grabbed Misun’s right hand. She held it up to show her what had happened to her own hand.

“Oh…” Misun watched as blood dripped from the fresh wounds on her knuckles. She hadn’t even noticed that she was tearing up her skin as she pummeled away on the bag.

“This is why people wear gloves or tape, idiot.” The red haired girl said while shaking her head in disapproval. When Misun still didn't respond the girl showed a small smile. “Come on, let's go clean you up.” The mystery girl dragged Misun along behind her to the bathroom. Along the way, the girl swiftly grabbed the first aid kit from the office without letting go of Misun’s hand.

In the bathroom, the girl pulled Misun to put both of her hands in the sink. “This may sting a little, but bear with me.” She said as she poured hydrogen peroxide all over the wounded area.  Misun jumped and let out a yelp as the chemicals went to work cleaning her cuts. “Sorry, sorry..” The other girl muttered as she grabbed some gauze and began drying each hand individually. She then expertly wrapped Misun’s hands in gauze and tape. Throughout the whole thing, neither girl said anything else, but it didn’t feel awkward. Instead it was oddly comfortable. The tall girl had a calming presence that Misun couldn’t help but like. It wasn’t something she had run into before.

“There we go. All done.” The redhead packed away the rest of the first aid materials and stepped away from the sink. “Be more careful next time, okay?”

Misun looked up and nodded. “Thanks…” She muttered, feeling slightly ashamed that she had to have someone else bandage her up.

“Anytime! See you.” The girl waved and just like that, turned and left.

In a daze, Misun just stared at the door for a moment. Then she shook her head and collected herself before walking out of the bathroom. She grabbed her bag from the gym and decided to leave campus for the day.

As she walked through the halls, she wasn’t paying much attention to where she was going. She was still thinking back to the girl with red hair. “Why was she so nice to me? She must have some kind of ulterior motive or something.” Meeting someone so relaxed and calming was strange to Misun. It wasn’t a normal, everyday encounter.

Male laughter cut through her thoughts and the next thing she knew, Misun walked right into someone. The person was sturdy, so she bounced off of them like rubber. Luckily, this person was quick enough to grab her before she fell.

“Oh? Misun-ah? What are you still doing on campus?” Misun looked up and met Daehyun’s surprised eyes. He let go and noticed the bandages on her hands.

“Ohmygod what happened?! Did you get in a fight?” Youngjae practically shouted in surprise as he looked over Daehyun’s shoulder.

“Do we need to go beat someone up for you?” Daehyun offered.

“Because we can totally do that.” Youngjae added, seeming to be on the same wavelength as Daehyun.

Both boys looked at Misun with concern until she finally shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “No, no. I’m okay. I was just attacking my punching bag a little too hard is all. A nice girl helped patch me up. I’ll be fine.” Misun’s smile grew as she mentioned the mystery girl and this helped relax the boys.

“Oh! Before I forget-” Daehyun totally jumped trains of thought and took his backpack off. He knelt down on the ground with it and rummaged through until he found what he was looking for. Daehyun looked up at Misun and offered her a spiral-bound black notebook. “This is for you.”

“What is it?” Misun tilted her head and took the book with both hands. She opened to the middle and saw blank drawing paper.

“It’s a new sketchbook. To replace the damaged one.” Daehyun said, standing up to be on eye level with everyone again.

Misun looked up at him with wide eyes. “What? No, I can’t accept this from you, Daehyun-ssi! It must have been expensive…” Even as she said this, Misun couldn’t help but hold the book tighter.

Both Youngjae and Daehyun chuckled. “Just keep it, Misun-ah. He debated for a good ten minutes on which one to buy.” Youngjae said with a sassy grin.

Daehyun looked at him with murderous eyes. “You…!” He pushed Youngjae, making the other laugh loudly.

After a moment of watching the two play-fight, Misun smiled and held the book tightly to her chest. “Alright. Thank you, Daehyun-ssi. I will use it well.”

Daehyun stopped fighting with his friend and looked up with a light blush across his cheeks. “Ah, well.. Yeah. Please do.” He smiled and scratched the back of his head, making Youngjae howl with laughter.

Suddenly Misun’s phone began to ring. “Excuse me for one second.” She told the two boys apologetically. They just smiled and nodded while Misun answered the call.

Less than two minutes later, Misun hung up and looked at the two still waiting for her. “I have to go buy the fabrics for the club now.” She began.

“What, all by yourself?” Daehyun asked with a frown, which Youngjae mirrored as well.

Misun looked at them weirdly. “Yes..? It’s not like I have anyone to go with me.”

“But it’s getting dark outside.” Youngjae said, looking out the hallway window.

Misun glanced out the window and nodded. “Yeah, but can’t do it tomorrow. I have classes all day.  So it has to be tonight.”

Youngjae and Daehyun quickly looked at each other and nodded. “We’ll go with you.” Daehyun said, smiling at Misun.

“Eh?” The girl took a moment to register what he had just said. “No, no! You don’t have to do that! I can handle it by myself.”

The boys immediately tried a different tactic.

“Pleeeaseeeee?” “We wanna go with youuu” With strong aegyo, Daehyun and Youngjae begged obnoxiously. Misun looked around with wide eyes, worried that they would be disturbing other people. When she didn’t reply right away, the two continued even louder.

“Alright, alright! Fine, you can come..” Misun said, trying not to smile at these two goofballs.

“Yes!” Youngjae and Daehyun high-fived, ready to go on this mini adventure with their new friend.

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