#when the party got a choice to choose some fancy clothes

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Fenn in his fancy little dress :3

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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 9

Okay so I may have gotten a bit lazy with posting to tumblr, but I figured I ought to so. Ye.

Pt 1. Pt.8 Ao3

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Red Hood doesn't get nervous. Not when on mission, not when delegating his criminal empire, not when the Batman pokes his nose in his business, not even when all his plans are failing in a spectacular fireworks show. Because he knew he always had a way out. He had met death and come back. He had tangled with the nastiest foes the universe had to offer. No. No Red Hood didn't get nervous. Jason Todd though?

Well maybe he did.

No matter what he did to calm his nerves, anxiety continued to prickle at his skin. It's just a date right? No reason to be nervous. He would take Danny to get a quick dinner at his favorite diner, then they'd go to this big party at the Gotham Planetarium. It was simple. No way to mess it up.

But what if Danny had an allergic reaction to something at the diner? What if the event was too stuffy and boring? What if they hung out in person and Danny decided he didn't actually like Jason in that way? God, what if Jason said something that comes off a bit too stalker-y or murder-y? Well he had stalked them hadn't he? What if that drove them off?

The thought spiral was cut off as Jason splashed water onto his face.

No. Can't think like that. he sighed as he reached for a towel. Tonight's going to be fine he assured himself. no. Not fine, amazing.

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Danny's heart couldn't stop racing as he stood on the outside steps of his building. Well, more of beat at a normal-for-humans-pace, but the point remains; He was excited, to say the least. Despite the whole week having drug on and on, the day had passed in a blur. Wake up, classes, lunch, get ready for the date- which honestly proved much easier than expected. The event flyer had said 'formal dress code' and well, Danny didn't have many formal clothes so the choices were easy to choose from.

He'd scrounged up some black slacks, to pair with his dark blue dress shirt, patterned with gold constellations, which matched with his gold half moon earrings. Both had been birthday gifts from Jazz. Completed with a simple black tie and jacket, Danny was really proud of his outfit. He'd even managed to find an ironing board to use!

All this paled in comparison when Jason arrived.

Ancients, this man was gorgeous.

The incessant beating in his chest, that had been driving Danny nuts for the past hour, finally died down as his heart literally stopped for the man who was now climbing off his parked motorcycle. Danny couldn't help but admire him. His dark grey suit was perfectly tailored, and he moved with such smooth ease it was almost hypnotic.

His breath caught in his throat as Jason finally reached the top of the steps, although that may have been his ghost sense.

"Evening," Jason said as he pressed a kiss to Danny's hand, "you ready to go?" Ancients Danny was going to die again.

"Yup," he responded as Jason led him to the motorcycle.

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Okay so the problem is: that diner that Jason wanted to take Danny to? Yeah it got robbed last night, and maybe slightly blown up in the process.... but it's okay because there'll be food at the event right? It's fine. Except it's fancy rich people food, hmmm. So they got fast food instead. It was nice. Danny didn't seem too upset by the change of plans and the conversation flowed easily between them as they shared fries.

He was absolutely everything. Jason loved Danny's laugh. The way his eyes would sparkle, almost glow, under the right lighting. The sound of his voice as he regaled Jason with stories of his friends. And he couldn't get over Danny's freckles, spattered across his face and down his neck.

Jason would readily admit that he had been stunned when he first saw Danny standing on those steps. He seemed the pinnacle of style, it had made Jason a bit self conscious of his own boring grey suit.

He'd had to take a moment to gather himself before he'd climbed the stairs to meet him. Danny had blushed when he had taken his hand. Jason loved that too.

The rest of the date would go perfectly, he'd make sure of it.

While galas weren't exactly his thing, Jason had never been fond of them even when he was legally alive and living with Bruce, this one was amazing. And it wasn't the rich party goers, or the live music, or the fancy rich people food. Most of it came from the way Danny's eyes lit up upon entering the observatory. The man was practically bursting at the seams as his eyes flit from the star charts on the walls, to the various astronomical instruments littered about the room, until they finally zeroed in on the giant telescope at the center of the room.

Jason let himself get dragged around as Danny ranted about one thing or another.

"I've been following this comet all month, Harington-Abel was actually one of the first comets I observed. I was almost six at the time. It comes by every seven or eight years and I always make the time to see it." Danny said, a fond smile gracing his lips as he turned to Jason. "Thank you for taking me here."

Jason just squeezed the hand that had yet to let go of his, offering a smile of his own. "No problem," he whispered.

Danny's grin grew wider as he launched into another explanation on the comets history. The night went perfectly.

Until it didn't.

It should have been expected really, being in Gotham and all, but Jason was still caught off guard when the shots rang out. And when the crowds began to surge he hadn't been able to keep ahold of Danny. Within minutes the two were separated.

Damnit, this was supposed to be his night off. Oh well, looks like Hood would have to rock the shit out of whichever of Gotham's rouges gallery had decided to crash his date.

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The room was in a panic. Danny had lost Jason and had to turn slightly intangible to avoid getting stampeded. Luckily, floor space became much more abundant as party goers fled. Unluckily, those who remained in the ballroom found themselves staring down the barrels of several very big, very scary, guns.

"This is a hostage situation!" Someone yelled, "everyone sit your asses down and put your hand on your heads!"

Oddly enough, most of the party goers only looked mildly annoyed as they followed orders. Danny considered not complying for a moment, but then one of the goons pointed a gun at him and growled. Danny decided he didn't feel like getting shot today, because while it wouldn't kill him, it would still hurt like a bitch, and he didn't want to worry Jason. Ancients, Jason. I hope he got out, or is at least safe.

Danny craned his neck to search the room but came up with nothing.

"Alright! Everyone empty your pockets, put any valuables in a pile in front of you! No funny business, ya hear?" The same man from earlier called.

Honestly, there were probably smarter things to do, but see, Danny is what we in the business like to call; an idiot? Which is why he didn't move to take out his wallet, unlike everyone else in the room. Unfortunately this did not go unnoticed, evident by the way a goon stomped over to him, crouched, and stuck the barrel of their gun under Danny's chin.

"Fork it over pretty boy," They growled, their smile not reaching their eyes. Danny noted how they were missing a considerable amount of teeth. He voiced that observation. (See this is why we call him an idiot).

The goon seethed, anger flaring in their eyes as the gripped the front of Danny’s shirt. "Why I Oughta-"

"Oof," Danny cut them off, having caught a whiff if their horrendous breath, "when was the last time you brushed your teeth dude?"

It was at this moment that Danny knew: he fucked up. Silently he cursed himself for his lack of filter, and/or sense of self preservation. Oh well, sorry Jason. If Danny's getting shot he may aswell punch a few people.

"What's that?" He exclaimed, staring pointedly at something behind the goons back; grinning when they turned to look. Danny took the opening, landing a solid blow to their face which sent them careening to the ground. He winced at the sickening popping sound, wondering for half a moment if he had put too much strength into that punch.

The room suddenly filled with shouting once more and Danny knew he would need to move fast if he was going to avoid unnecessary casualties. Although it had been awhile since he'd fought living people, his core thrummed with the promise of a fight.

Duck. weave. move. Punch. It all came easily, he didn't even have to transform or use any of his more ghostly powers.

One guy came charging at him, yelling and brandishing his gun like a club. Danny simply took a step to the side and let the behemoth of a man crash into his cohorts. He ducked another swing at his head and swept another's feet out form under them. Someone grabbed him from behind and Danny bit that motherfucker's hand, hard.

"GET THIS GUY OFF OF ME!" The man screamed as he tried pulling away, but Danny held tight.

Someone else- fuck how many of these people are there?- grabbed Danny by the waist and pulled him off the man who would probably never have a career in hand modeling after this.

Danny scrambled In the person's grasp, kicking, clawing, and biting at anything he could reach. His foot connected with something soft, followed by a wheeze, causing the grip around his torso to lessen enough for Danny to squirm out. He turned In time to see his aggressor curl up on the floor, tears streaming down their face.

"Fucking Hell!" Danny screamed as something tore through his calf. Great, the idiots remembered they have guns, Danny thought, sparing a glance to survey the damage. He'd probably be fine, the bullet had only grazed him, but it would hurt like a bitch for a few days at least.

Like a demon straight from hell itself, Danny went after the remaining goons. In a matter of minutes, the fight was over.

"Damn, that felt good. Everyone okay?" He called, surveying the room for any sign of injury, or Jason. Danny kind of hoped he hadn't seen that, might scare the man off, and he had been getting fond of him too. Luckily (or unluckily depending on how you see it) Jason was not in the crowd of faces in the main ballroom where the fight had taken place.

Some of the hostages managed to break their shock enough to help Danny tie up the bad guys and toss them in a pile near the center of their room. Danny was just about to toss the last guy on said pile when his ghost sense did that half sense thing like when-

"Jason?" He called.

Instead, Red Hood burst through the doors, pistols at the ready. "Alright, which one of you fuckers decided to ruin my evening because I swear to fuck-" He stopped short at the sight displayed before him. He lowered his pistols as he took it in. "What the-" Finally his gaze landed on Danny.

"Oh, hi again!" Danny beamed, shifting the guys weight so he could wave at Hood. "Sorry for the uh- mess. None of them are dead though so don't worry."

There was a long pause, Danny almost flat uncomfortable with the way Red Hood was staring at him. Finally, the vigilante broke the silence.

"You have blood on your face." The unbothered tone stunned Danny for a second before he wiped at his face.

"Probably from that guy's hand," he responded, gesturing at the man he had bitten who was currently at the bottom of the pile.

Hood chuckled at that, a creepy sound coming through the modulator. "Sick," he said before turning on his heel and matching right back out the door. "Looks like you've got this covered so imma head out."

"Well bye then, I guess."

Then Hood was gone.

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A few hours of police questioning later, Danny finally found Jason sitting on the steps outside. Apparently he had been swept out the door in the stampede of people and had spent the whole time worrying about Danny who found it incredibly sweet.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief as he plopped down and leaned against Jason's (incredibly muscular) shoulder.

"Sorry about such a terrible first date."

"Don't sweat it man, this isn't the worst date I've been on." Danny replied, turning to face his date, "Besides, I had fun. Y'know before the hostage situation bits."

Jason chuckled at that. A win in Danny's book. Ancients, Jason has a nice smile.

"Alright let's get you home, it's been a long night,"

"Ugh I don't want to get up," Danny bemoaned as the other stood, taking his shoulder with.

"Come on," Jason laughed pulling at Danny's arm. He groaned more but allowed Jason to pull him to his feet. Danny hissed suddenly at a sharp pain in his leg before falling forward into Jason's arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Danny winced as he shifted his weight, damn he'd be sore tomorrow. "Nothing, got grazed by a stray bullet is all," he said, but quickly hurried on when worry washed over the other man's face. "Don't worry I got the paramedics to check it, it should be fine in a few days so long as I keep it clean." Danny of course, hadn't talked to the paramedics, he had, in fact, been avoiding them. But Jason didn't need to know that.

Jason frowned but seemingly accepted the answer nonetheless. "Alright," he said. Danny smiled at him.

"See it's fine, I can even walk," Danny said moving to take a step. But as if by some cruel joke from the gods, he tripped. He fell for only a moment before Jason caught him and pulled him back.

"Deja vu," he smirked. Danny felt heat brush at his cheeks just as his feet were swept from beneath him.

"I can walk you know," he pouted but didn't struggle as Jason carried him to his bike.

"Yeah I'm sure that why you fell after one step."

Danny humbled indignantly in lieu of a proper response as he was deposited on the leather seat.

"Beside I feel kind of responsible for getting you home safe after this whole debacle. I mean it's my fault you were here and all." Something warm bloomed in Danny's chest as he accepted the helmet Jason gave him.

Danny didn't stop smiling the entire way home. Jason walked him all the way to his dorm. They parted with promises to do this again, minus all the hostage-y bits.

All things considered, it was a really good date.

Pt. 10

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Player One, Player Two: 29. Melt (written)

𝘈 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨-𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘊𝘩𝘰 𝘠/𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩���𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨-𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵... 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

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WC: 1.2k

When a group of friends fail to set a dress code for their events, this is what happens. Hayoon looked stunning as always, you were dressed up, and Jiho actually wore something other than sweatpants, but... others were basically in their pajamas. Specifically Heeseung, who was actually in his pajamas, Taehyun in sweatpants (God he still looked so good), and B was dressed the same as she always was, in her monotonous outfit. At least Felix and Jeongin were in-between fancy and casual, so at least there was a progression from dressing up to not giving a rat's ass throughout the whole group's clothing choices.

The evening was casual, anyway, but with something to celebrate and an excuse to dress nice, you were happy with your outfit even if you looked ridiculous when standing next to Heeseung. His plaid pajamas were cute, but when he and Jiho waltzed into your apartment that evening, you had rolled your eyes and asked if he even cared about being there.

To which, he scoffed, and responded, "of course I care. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here and I'd be at home, in bed, naked." You scrunched your nose up at his words, waving him and Jiho, who was laughing, inside the apartment.

Everyone slowly trickled in, some arriving quite early, and others arriving later. Again, something that happens when you don't set an exact time. By the time Hayoon had made it to the apartment, B was already tipsy and Jiho was devouring the food. The party wasn't really 'in full swing', as this wasn't one of those crazy parties with booze and loud music, but rather the friend group gathering. But, a gathering sounds lame.

Your apartment wasn't exactly small, but it was a bit crowded with so many people there at once, and you found yourself sweating more than you would like. Almost everyone was engaged in conversation or playing a video game on the TV, so surely nobody would notice if you slipped away briefly just to change into something else.

You quietly excused yourself from all the chatter in the living room, making your way to your bedroom. The plan was to change before anyone noticed your absence, so you didnt even think to close your door.

As you stood in your green and blue bedroom, yanking clothes off your body, you heard a gasp at the exact second that an item of clothing twisted weird and got stuck on your head. Your body stiffened as you realized someone was in your bedroom with you, and you had no idea who. And you also looked like a fool, trapped in your clothing.

"Um, can you help me?" You asked, speaking out into the void, as you had no idea who or where the intruder was. You heard someone clearing their throat, muttering a small confirmation before making their way towards you.

Either they were already nearby or they had long legs, but they reached you quickly. The heat of their body so close to your almost bare body made you shiver. Gentle hands tugged at the fabric until it came loose and was able to be tugged free. Patting your hair down, you glanced over your shoulder to see who was there.

And of course, the man you so desperately wanted was standing right there. You silently thanked yourself for choosing a cute and sexy pair of matching panties and bra, so at least Taehyun didn't catch you in old and ugly undergarments.

You shivered as you felt Taehyun's breath on your skin, neither of you having moved. A small gasp left you as Taehyun's hands firmly grasped your hips, pulling you backwards, closer to him.

"Tae," you breathed out, holding back a moan as Taehyun dipped his head in between the space between your head and your shoulder, his hot breath on the skin of your neck.

You had no idea what he was doing, if this was a dream, or if you were hallucinating because you were drunk off your ass. But you didn't care. You wanted, no, you needed to see where this was going. The growing wetness between your legs was not going to go away on it's own, after all (hopefully).

"Yn," he breathed out in response, his lips hovering just above your pulse point. The proximity made you shiver, wanting to feel his lips on you.

As Taehyun adjusted himself so he was directly pressed against you, you felt his lips brushing against your neck. His large hands moved up and down your sides, coaxing you into relaxing and melting against him. Your hands, idle for too long, grabbed at the gorgeous man taking over all of your senses. One hand grasping his, stopping it on your waist, the other hand slithering up his neck.

You moaned as Taehyun's hips grinded into your backside, highlighting the growing hard-on in his jeans. "Oh my god," you whimpered, melting against his touch and leaning yourself fully into him. The hand you had trapped in your own moved and he had quickly spun you around, his arms wrapping lowly on your hips, fingertips grazing your ass.

"Can I kiss you?" Taehyun whispered, dipping his head down, his lips almost touching yours. You moaned quietly at his words, turned on by his actions and his request for consent. Lips pressed against lips, you gave Taehyun his response, your hands finding purchase in his hair. You stood up on your tip-toes to alleviate some of the height difference, poking your tongue and swiping it across his bottom lip.

Hands groping your ass, pressing you into him, his erection straining against his jeans and pressing into your stomach, Taehyun felt like he was on his way to heaven. Your lips were so soft, so sweet, and he never wanted to stop kissing you. Your tongues gently intertwined at first, testing the waters, before you had a surge of confidence (and arousal) and began kissing Taehyun more passionately. You knew he wanted you; his erection made this pretty obvious, and you wanted him to know you wanted him as well.

You broke from the heated kiss for air when you couldn't last without air any longer, Taehyun immediately diving in and peppering kisses on your neck, sucking softly here and there, trying not to leave any marks but still give you pleasure. You were ready to close your door and lock it, ignore all your friends and surrender yourself to Taehyun. His mind was on the same track, wanting to make you scream his name as he would pound into you, not giving a crap about all your friends just outside in the living room. He would gladly let them listen to how good he would make you feel.

The vibe in your bedroom was much different than the vibe in the living room. Loud laughter from Felix, Heeseung whining like a baby, and Hayoon calling for you, everything that was going on in the apartment came into focus once again.

The heat between you and Taehyun dissipated as you heard Hayoon's approaching footsteps, accompanied by her whining for your attention. "To be continued, love," Taehyun kissed your forehead softly, giving your waist a squeeze. He quickly left your bedroom, closing the door behind him and directing Hayoon back to the living room with everyone.

You pressed a finger to your lips, still tingling from the kisses you and Taehyun shared. You felt electrified, buzzing from whatever the hell just happened. To be continued, definitely; you were eager to melt into him, over and over again.

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Buddy Daddies- The meeting

Here it is! My one-shot about my Buddy Daddies AU!! I prepared some doodles of Nightmare’s dress and Error’s suit! I’ll post the finished drawing when I’ll finish them.

Have a nice reading!!

Nightmare was already playing his plan in his head for the third time. Today was Gaster’s, the nation's first minister, birthday party. He and Error got commissioned to kill him, it needed to look like a murder but they couldn’t draw attention like Error liked to do. Nightmare’s partner really deserved the nickname of “The destroyer”.

Speaking of the devil, the black-boned skeleton was still watching Undernovela for what Nightmare believed to be the fourth hour.

“Still playing the plan in your head? How many times did you do this? Five?”  Error said not even looking at his partner.

“Three. But that’s not the point! What are you doing on the couch?! You need to get ready!”

Error groaned and whined at his boyfriend. He had no envy to go to that fancy party or to see any of those snooty people.

Nightmare prepared a cover for them. Tonight they will be a rich couple attending the party on the behalf of an old family. Nightmare prepared fake invitations so he forced the glitch to put a suit on and come with him. Urgh…

“I don’t wanna go! Why do I have to socialize with those abominations?!”

Nightmare sighed with his new lilac dress in his hands. If he hated this mission so much, why did he choose it? Sometimes Error was impossible to understand.

“Because the job you chose asks for discretion. So go put this damn suit on before we end up late.”

The destroyer groaned again but actually shut the TV down and went to the bathroom to get ready. Nightmare did the same in his room.

When his partner came back with a pissed expression and in the clothes, Nightmare chose for him, the skeleton in the dress smiled.

“It suits you well.”

The dark blue clothing accentuated Error’s blue pattern under his eyes and the blue strings the destroyer added to the tie were a really good touch.

“Well…The dress looks good on you too…” The black-boned skeleton added, a little blushing at his partner’s comment.

The assassin smiled and thanked him. It was true that the lilac dress looked nice on him. It matched his eye lights colors and it accentuated the silver aspect his bones could have with the moonlight. 

“Well if you’re ready then let’s go.”

Error suddenly got a predatory smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to see you go to an apeshit.” The destroyer said while Nightmare smiled more. He couldn’t wait either.

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“Cross I’m hungry…” Horror whined in the arms of his older brother.

Cross hugged the three-year-old skeleton against his chest while Killer started searching for a fruit or anything that could ease the hunger of his younger brother.

“Me too Killer…” Dust said with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eye sockets as tired as he was.

“How about bananas?!” Killer exclaimed with a forced smile.

Their provisions’ reserves were getting low and soon they wouldn’t have anything left. A look from Cross made Killer realize how hard it was going to be if they didn’t find their dad quickly.

The orphanage where they were staying had always been poor but a week ago the manager told them to go away, back to their father that lived in a big city. Apparently, they didn’t have enough money to keep all of them. Killer seriously doubted that, he saw the teachers and manager drinking wine countless times. They weren’t that poor, they just didn’t want them anymore.

Such a stupid idea. Whoever told two four-year-olds to leave their home with two-three years old?! Chased away for money, the boys had no choice but to take the train to the city of their father. Killer hoped he was a kind man while Cross only wanted safety for them.

“Here, do you want me to peel it for you?”

Horror and Dust nodded and gave their meals to their older brothers. Cross helped Horror to eat because he was making a mess and they were short of tissues too.

“Ticket control!” The controller that suddenly entered their wagon exclaimed.

Killer groaned while Cross put Horror on the bench to talk to the adult in front of him. He was like a giant, at least three times his length.

“Our dad isn’t here for the moment but he’ll come back. It’s him who has the tickets.”

Dust put a piece of banana in KIller’s mouth before he shouted at the controller. He was well known to argue with adults especially when they were against him. Killer never admitted it when he was wrong and it didn’t always end well for them.

“I see! Well, tell him to go to me when he comes back, okay boys?” The controller said with a big smile.

“Of course! Don’t worry sir!” Cross exclaimed while the controller left their wagon.

Once the adult was out Cross hurried to pull four empty bottles out of his bag. 

“I’ll go fetch some water, you guys stay here. We’ll get out at the next station.”

Killer nodded and started packing everything. Blankets, toys, food, everything went back into Killer and Cross’s bags. Dust got up while Horror was putting his coat back.

“Killer, can you help me with the buttons?”

Killer grimaced when Horror asked that, Dust didn’t ask for it too but his face meant it. The older skeleton looked at the coat with a weird expression, he didn’t know how to button up a coat.

Luckily for him, Cross came back pretty quickly and he knew how to button up a coat or a shirt.

“Crossy help! It’s not a zip I can’t close it…”

 Cross hurried toward his brothers and helped them before turning to Killer. He was the only one to have a jacket with a zip so he had no problem getting ready.

Horror came to his brothers’ sides and put hats on their heads. They didn’t bother with scarves since none of them knew how to put them right.

“Alright let’s go. Be careful, we need to avoid the controller.” Cross said when the train suddenly stopped.

The four little kids tried to be as silent and discreet as ninjas, Killer even mimicked one to make his brothers laugh. With no controller in sight, they ran out of the train as fast as they could. When they finally stopped running they were in a crowded street with a lot of shops.

“Finally! We’re here! It’s dad city guys!” Killer exclaimed to his overjoyed brothers.

They traveled by train for a week to get here. Now they only needed to find their dad's hotel. The manager of the orphanage told them they would find him in Sorey’s hotel because he had a birthday party. Before they left the manager told them the name of the city and gave them their little bags.

“Let’s go see dad! I wanna meet him!” Dust exclaimed in a small voice.

Killer and Cross nodded before taking their younger brothers’ hands to go to the hotel. They were all so impatient to meet him!

******

Nightmare was drinking some champagne waiting for the right time when he’ll be able to pick up his order. A deadly poison for the first minister. Since the mission was supposed to be discreet he couldn’t just destroy everything with Error. For his partner's misery, they were going to be more cunning than violent.

A small yet bright light came into the assassin's eye sockets. Finally the signal he’s been waiting for an hour now! Error was right he needed to change his supplier. 

Nonchalantly Nightmare went to the corridor where he was supposed to meet Fresh, his drugs and poison supplier.

“You’re late. Again.” He said with a cold voice and his cyan eye focused on the skeleton in front of him.

When he was on a mission and needed to do some transaction with the mafia or other murderers, Nightmare took the habit to revert to another form. It helped him keep his identity a secret from the police and all kinds of dangerous people.

So right now he had a dark goop covering his body, a cyan eye, and four tentacles in his back. His ecto also took the cyan color of his eye light.

“Sorry Brah! They refused to let me in! Can you believe it, they told me I couldn’t get in with my clothes?!”

Nightmare took a look at Fresh’s clothes, they were as colorful as ever. Yeah…So surprising he had trouble getting into a rich politician’s party like that.

“Do you have what I wanted?”

“Yep! Deadly poison here you go!” Fresh exclaimed, throwing a small bottle at the assassin. “Gotta go Brah! See you later!” He added before running away when a footsteps noise resonated in the corridor.

Nightmare reverted into his passive form and hid the bottle in his bra, not sure of what was coming.

“Dad!!” A small shape screamed before trapping the assassin’s legs into a hug.

Nightmare stared at the little kid in front of him for a moment. Shocked, he didn't even say anything and soon the little skeleton hugging him was joined by three other ones.

“You found him Horror!” The one with black tears drooling on his face exclaimed cheerfully.

Why were they multiplying?! Why were they calling him dad?! He hadn’t slept with a stranger for years! But they clearly looked older than the time he stopped doing that. Error was going to kill him!

“Wait wait where are you coming from Kids?! What do you mean by dad?”

The one with a red scar under one of his eyes came in front of him and with a bright smile he gave him an envelope. Inside was a letter telling him he was their dad and they all have different mothers but that none of them wanted anything to do with the kids.

“The orphanage manager told us our dad was a skeleton with bright white bones and purple eyes! And that he’ll be at tonight's birthday party!”

Nightmare was reading the letter again and again, his name was nowhere so even if the description fitted him, he had a hard time believing it.

“How can you be so sure it’s me? There must be another person here who feet the description!”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say because the kids started crying and begging him to not abandon them. Stars… What was he supposed to do now…?

“Hey!! What are you doing here?! It’s a private area!” A human in a black suit screamed with a gun in his hands.

Dammit! The security! If they checked on him, they would see the poison and he would be in a lot of trouble.

Keeping the kids close to him, Nightmare was about to prepare himself for a new fight but then sharp blue strings cut the man in two. Nightmare only got enough time to revert to his other form and hide the children’s eyes with his tentacles.

“Which part of discreet didn’t you get Error?!”

“Yeah, I would have preferred, thank you Error.” The destroyer said, pouting at his boyfriend's reaction.

“Woaw! Dad, you have the same dark goop as me!!” One of the eldest kids said pointing at his black tears. It was true that the substance looked the same.

Nightmare was about to say something when his partner suddenly crashed and started rebooting without any warning. Dammit! He should have known it.

“Kids, listen it’s dangerous to stay here, some other guys like this one are going to come. Go hide somewhere and we’ll discuss later.”

“No! If you want us to hide you have to catch us first!” The one with black tears exclaimed before running away with his brothers.

“Get back here, it's not a game!!” Nightmare screamed but too late, the kids were already gone.

The moment Error came back to his senses, more security guards came up. Nightmare could say goodbye to his elaborate plan. They were going to do it the Error's way now.

Speaking of the devil, the destroyer didn’t lose his time starting killing the enemies, even if he hadn’t forgotten what he just saw.

“Night when we go home we’re gonna talk about this and I’m warning you if I can’t get my cat you can’t get your kids!” He exclaimed with three men in his grip.

“Seriously?! I’m learning that I’m possibly the father of four kids and you're still thinking about that damn stray cat from last week?!”

“She wasn’t just a stray cat and you know it!”

Nightmare groaned and with a sigh started helping his boyfriend get rid of the guards. He needed to hurry, there were a lot of them and he needed to find the kids and kill his target.

******

Horror was running with his brothers with a big smile on his face. They found their dad and he was awesome. He looked like a princess but was super strong like a dragon! He even had another form to fight like the hero he saw on TV!

“Do you think dad will find us quickly?” He asked his older brothers.

“No way! I’m the best at hide and seek!” Killer exclaimed, still running, holding Dust’s hands. 

“Are we sure he is our dad? He didn’t seem aware of our existence.” Cross pointed, not as sure as his brothers about this man's identity. 

Killer, Dus, and Horror stopped in front of a big room full of people. They were all looking at Cross with sad expressions.

“Why do you mean Crossy? He’s clearly our dad! He has purple eyes, white bones, and even the same goop as me!” Killer exclaimed before getting into the big room.

“Yeah, the manager simply forgot to tell him we were coming.” Horror added as he agreed with Killer.

They ran for a moment and like all of them started to get tired they decided to hide in this huge room where everybody seemed to be meeting. Cross tried to see another person that could fit the description given by the orphanage manager but there wasn’t anyone else with purple eyes. In fact, there weren't a lot of skeletons at all at that party.

When finally the young boy noticed another skeleton monster with purple eyes he ran toward him. Maybe his brothers were right about the other man but he needed to check. They couldn’t make any mistake on something like that.

When he was right next to the adult with purple eyes, people in the room started panicking and running away in screams. The four-year-old started looking for his brothers, worried about them and clearly scared. Why were those people running and screaming like that?

When he finally noticed them he sighed, relieved. They were okay in a corner of the room. Behind a huge table was his maybe-dad and the black-boned skeleton from earlier. They were hiding from the bullet shot of the guns. What was going on?

He clenched to the tall adult with purple eyes next to him and started whimpering against his will. It was scary! He wanted his dad, he wanted to go away from here! Maybe this man, that could be his dad, would help him if he asked him.

“H-Hi! Are you our dad…?” He asked with a wavering voice.

The man suddenly grabbed him and pointed a bone against the little skeleton’s skull. He looked furious and way scarier than the other guy.

“If you try anything I’ll kill this damn kid!”

Cross looked at his brothers more scared than ever, he didn’t want to die! Horror and Dust didn’t seem to understand anything but they could read the fear on his and Killer’s face. Why did he go next to this man and ask him that?! 

The man with tentacles and goop had disappeared, there was only the black-boned skeleton and he was smiling. Cross didn’t understand. Why did he have to die, he was a good brother! He didn’t want to be killed by someone like that! 

Scared, the little skeleton closed his eyes, not wanting to see his end come to him.

Suddenly the shadow under the adult’s feet started moving on its own and the man with tentacles emerged from it with a hateful expression. His tentacles sharpened out of a sudden and stabbed Cross’s captor right into the soul.

“Stay the fuck away from my sons!” Nightmare hissed with more anger than he ever felt in his life.

The assassin took the kid in his arms and kept him close to his chest while Error was getting rid of the other abominations that were preventing them from getting out of there. Nightmare hurried to get to the other kids and took them all in his arms before he reverted to his passive form. They needed to get out of there with the other guest if they didn’t want to drag any unwanted attention on them. 

Fortunately for Error and him, all of the kids closed their eyes when he killed the first minister. It would have caused them more trouble if they told the police by accident.

“Error I’m taking the kids away, you think you can manage to escape on your own?!”

Error nodded and started wiping the dust off his clothes before escaping by the window like the crazy man he was. Now that his boyfriend was out of the police’s way, Nightmare could get out with the kids safely. 

“Dad, thank you for saving me!!” The kid with a red scar exclaimed. He really needed to ask them their name…

Nightmare softly kissed the child's forehead and started running to the exit where thousands of people were gathered with the police. They were obviously trying to evacuate the civilians but were taking their phone numbers to interrogate them later.

“Nightmare! Thank god you’re okay!!” One of the policemen screamed before hugging the murderer.

“Dream!! You’re here too!”

The policeman with golden eye lights stared at the kids that Nightmare was carrying. They were shaking and curling up in his arms, poor things…

“Brother I was so worried when I saw your name on the invitation papers! Why do you have so many kids in your arms? Are you okay? Are they okay?! We called an ambulance just in case I can help you to go with them!”

“No no Dream I’m okay, the kids are okay too. Just a bit scared by the events… I was invited by a friend of Error but I had no idea it could have ended like this! I heard there was a terrorist attack, is that true?!” Nightmare said lying to his brother.

Dream had no idea he and Error were murderers.  He appeared to be at the wrong place at the wrong time for Nightmare so it was better to just lie and pretend not to know anything of the attack.

“Oh stars, I'm so glad you’re okay!” Dream exclaimed, hugging his twin tighter. “But who are those kids?”

“Dad, can we go home, please? It’s scary here…” One of the youngest said with a little voice, it was the one with a hole in his skull. Why was there a hole in his skull dammit!

Dream started looking at his twin brother with a shocked and amazed expression. He also looked a little hurt but Nightmare put it on the fact that he probably thought he never told him about the kids.

“Dream I’ll explain everything to you later but for now can I go home? They need to rest.”

“Oh! Of course! Come with me I know a shortcut to avoid the crowd, I know you hate it.” 

Nightmare thanked his brother and got out of the building with his help. Dream accompanied him to his car and helped him to attach the kids, which was kinda difficult without any baby seat.

The murderer wished his twin a good night and after a last hug, he started driving their way back home where the kids could start to get some sleep.

When they arrived home Nightmare noticed that Error was already home and in front of the TV checking the news for some info.

“You’re okay! You didn’t answer my SMS so I thought something might have happened to you.” His partner said, getting up to join him in the corridor.

“I’m fine don’t worry, I met Dream when I tried to get out with the kids,” The murderer said when he softly dropped them on the couch. They all fell asleep in the car and were way quieter than before.

“So we’re parents now? That is an unexpected thing.” 

Nightmare sighed and get the letter the kids gave him out of his pocket to give it to his boyfriend.

“I think their father was Gaster but I kinda killed him so they’re all alone…We can’t leave them like this Ru. Their orphanage threw them away and their mothers refuse to have anything to do with them.”

“If it can reassure you I don’t think their father would have taken care of them, he even nearly killed one of them. I guess they can stay with us but if Dream knows about them we need to do things right and go back to that orphanage and really adopt them. That is if you want to raise those four little monsters with me.”

Nightmare jumped into his partner's arms with a bright smile that melted the destroyer’s heart.

“Of course I do, idiot! Thank you Error it means a lot to me…”

“Yeah yeah I know but don’t forget about my cat I still want it back.” The black-boned skeleton said blushing.

And with that, the two murderers and lovers became the happy parents of four little skeletons full of energy. Oh and a cat too. 

[evdeanwriter]

Canvas | Original Fiction; T

Fictober prompt #1: “I choose you”

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Trish and Seth were the coolest kids in middle school; so punk rock and not giving a damn. They chose to take Jane under their wing, the new kid, and she memorized the lyrics to all their favorite songs—some of them were like poetry, Jane liked those.

Trish helped her thrift the t-shirts with old British bands so that she could give all her goodie-two-shoes clothes to Goodwill. Seth taught her how to climb out of her window before they all snuck out to her first concert. The venue was stuffy and loud. Jane dripped in sweat and someone else’s beer, but she banged her head just like everyone else. Next time, she brought earplugs, but she never put them in.

The day Jane came back home with a mohawk on her head, mom looked like she was about to get a heart attack. Both about the hair and the stench of smoke. Jane and her best friends had shared a cigarette, while Seth was buzzing the long, mousy strands off the sides of her head. Trish used half a jar of hair gel to turn the chopped up top into thick spikes. Jane shivered when the wind grazed her bare skin.

She got grounded for the rest of the school year and half the summer. By the time August rolled in, Seth and Trish had a bunch of new friends they would be going to high school with.

Michelle was the type of girl who gets crowned the prom queen, not the type of girl who chooses to hang out with someone like Jane. But she needed help with literature classes, and Jane’s essay was loudly praised by the teacher that day. Jane didn’t mind writing two essays instead of one from then on, although making them sound like two different people was kind of tough. Still, she managed to squeeze the task in between shopping with Michelle, getting her hair bleached and nails done with Michelle, and sharing earphones with Michelle when they watched their favorite movies.

They grew inseparable and seen. When they walked down the corridor, the other students parted. Michelle taught Jane how to get perfect pics for Insta and how to flirt with the boys—but never keep them. Even when Jane got grounded for maxing out mom’s credit card, Michelle would sneak into her room through the window and tell her all the gossip from the parties she missed out on.

Until the day the only gossip everyone at school was talking about were all of Jane’s secrets she only revealed to one person, her best friend—her ex-friend—Michelle. At least, there wasn’t much school to suffer through after that, and Michelle moved to LA to become a movie star.

Gregory was like a dream. Law major, handsome, well-spoken, smart as hell. The rich family was a nice bonus, but Jane didn’t care about that. She cared that—somehow—he chose her. On their first date, he took Jane out to a fancy restaurant, the kind with big lobster tanks in the middle. She helped him throw his first charity banquet and the hundredth party on his father’s yacht. For the spring break, he took her to Hawaii, where he surfed and she sunbathed all day, and partied all night. All the girls from her classes were so jealous.

Jane’s mom was, at last, happy with Jane’s choices, because she finally found the right company, a good guy.

And she looked great too, didn’t she? With all the designer clothes and the beauty treatments Greg paid for, with those whitened teeth behind her plump lips. She had to look great; look the part. Not just some eye-candy: she had to act properly and think like a high-class woman would, too. And that’s who she was. In the end, his family grew to love her, too.

By then, Greg loved the free-spirited artist, more, the one he’d been cheating on Jane with for months. She was exciting and spontaneous, she loved poetry, too. She wasn’t proper or high-class. And, most of all, she wasn’t boring—that’s what Greg called Jane when she caught him in flagrante delicto.

Greg made Jane move out of their apartment, into some crappy place she rented with her savings.

It was hard to get used to being all alone, with nothing but Jane as company.

Because Jane is… Who is she, exactly? The heir’s bride (not) to be? The prom queen’s best friend? The punk rocker who doesn’t give a damn? Her mom’s polite, well-mannered daughter?

Looking back, it’s easy to see the string of people coming into her life and overtaking it—all of it—just as she let them. She flocked to others like a bird with no sense of direction; her own North Poles. Once her empty canvas got painted over into exactly what they wanted her to be, they got bored of her and moved on.

Only good for anything when a work in progress—and never hers.

She looks into the mirror. Who is Jane? The mousy roots peeking out from under the golden caramel dye? The puffy eyes from crying, the paling skin, and the lips slowly regaining their old shape and size? She’s shedding the latest layer of herself. Her borrowed self.

Maybe living alone for a while is not such a bad idea? Just with herself, with Jane, whoever she is. Maybe she can discover who she is when she’s not someone else’s chosen girl. She can find out what she likes.

That she likes her hair with no product in it, but a banging winged eyeliner on her face. That she prefers silence to music, and hash browns to caviar. That clothes fit her best when they suit her mood, not her singular identity.

“I choose you,” she says to her reflection in the mirror, feeling only a little awkward. A small smile blooms on her face. “I choose myself.”

[bush-cookies]

How to do a High Tea at Home

Have you ever wanted to host a high tea at home but aren't quite sure how to go about it? Well, we've got you covered with our top tips for throwing a great high tea party. From all the essentials you need to what time is considered appropriate for high tea in Australia, we have all the information you need to throw a successful high tea party that your guests will love. So grab a cup of tea and let's get started!

What is High Tea?

High tea is an elegant afternoon tea party tradition that dates back to 19th century Britain. Traditionally served between 3 pm and 5 pm, it usually consists of a variety of tea sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and jam, pastries, cakes, biscuits, and of course, a pot of hot tea. The food is served on tiered cake stands and guests are seated around a table. Nowadays, high tea is enjoyed all over the world, and guests are often encouraged to dress up in their dazzling best.

What Do You Need for a High Tea Party?

To host a high tea party, you'll need the following equipment: - Tea Set: A traditional tea set would typically include a teapot, milk jug, sugar bowl, and a set of cups and saucers. It may also include small plates. Choose something elegant that fits the theme of your party. - Cake Stands: You'll need tiered cake stands to display your sandwiches, scones, and pastries. These are essential for creating that quintessential high tea look. - Cutlery and Serving Utensils: Remember to have enough teaspoons for stirring tea and forks for eating the pastries. Serving tongs for the sandwiches and a cake server for the pastries can be very useful. - Tablecloth and Napkins: A beautiful tablecloth can instantly elevate the look of your table. Cloth napkins are more traditional, but good-quality paper napkins can work too. - Tea Strainer (Optional): If you're serving loose-leaf tea, a tea strainer will come in handy. - Decorations (Optional): You could consider adding some flowers or other decorations to your table to create a festive atmosphere. Remember, the key to a successful high tea is to create an ambience of elegance and relaxation, so choose your equipment keeping this in mind.

What Time is High Tea in Australia?

In Australia, high tea time is between 2 pm and 4 pm. When you're hosting a high tea party at home, you can opt for a time that works best for you and your guests.

What is Served at High Tea?

At a high tea party, a variety of light foods and snacks are typically served along with tea. Although there are no set rules as to what to eat and when (or in what order) you will want to serve a selection of savoury and sweet options. Here are some suggestions: Finger Sandwiches: These can consist of any number of interesting fillings but cucumber and cream cheese, smoked salmon, or egg and cress are all traditional favourites. Savoury Quiches and Pastries: Savoury pastries such as mini quiches, sausage rolls, or cheese straws, are a great savoury option to balance out the sweet offerings. Scones with Jam and Clotted Cream: A classic combination that's always a hit at high tea. Assortment of Pastries: This can include croissants, Danish pastries, or sweet tarts. Cakes and Biscuits: Choices can range from Victoria sponge cake to shortbread cookies. Tea: Offering a selection of teas is key. Consider Earl Grey, English Breakfast, or Darjeeling. Cheese and Crackers: A platter of assorted cheeses and gourmet crackers can be a great addition. Remember, the choice of what to serve can be tailored to the preferences and dietary requirements of your guests. If you're feeling fancy, you could also add champagne or cocktails to the mix.   With these essentials, a few classic food options, and a stunning tablescape, you'll be hosting a high tea party fit for a queen in no time. Remember to have fun with it and make the event your own by adding personal touches. Our selection of handmade Australian biscuits is ideal for all your high tea parties at home. This article was reproduced on this site with permission from operafoods.com.au the “Australian Gourmet Cookie Manufacturers”. See original article:- How to do a High Tea at Home Read the full article

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Dress to Impress: Top 10 Trendy Outfit Ideas for Your 21st Birthday Party

Are you turning 21 and ready to celebrate in style? Your 21st birthday is a milestone occasion that calls for a trendy and unforgettable outfit. Whether you're planning a night out on the town or a glamorous party at home, dressing to impress is a must. But with so many outfit options out there, how do you choose the perfect one? Don't worry, we've got you covered! In this article, we have curated the top 10 trendy outfit ideas to make your 21st birthday party a night to remember. From chic and sophisticated dresses to bold and edgy ensembles, we have something for everyone. So, get ready to turn heads and make a fashion statement on your special day. Let's dive in and discover the perfect outfit that will make you feel like the queen of the night!

Importance of Dressing Up for Your 21st Birthday Party

Your 21st birthday is a milestone that symbolizes your transition into adulthood. It's a day that deserves to be celebrated in style, and what better way to mark this special occasion than with a fabulous outfit? Dressing up for your 21st birthday party not only shows that you are ready to embrace adulthood, but it also allows you to express your personal style and make a statement. Your outfit sets the tone for the entire celebration and helps create memories that will last a lifetime. So, don't be afraid to go all out and dress to impress on your special day.

When choosing your birthday outfit, consider the type of party you're having and the venue. Is it a formal affair, a casual gathering, or a themed party? Understanding the dress code will help you narrow down your options and ensure that you are appropriately dressed for the occasion. Remember, your 21st birthday only comes around once, so make it count by choosing an outfit that reflects your personality and makes you feel confident and beautiful.

Understanding the Dress Code

Before diving into the outfit ideas, let's take a moment to understand the different dress codes you may encounter for your 21st birthday party. Each dress code has its own set of guidelines, and knowing what is expected of you will help you make the right clothing choices.

1. Formal: A formal dress code usually indicates a black-tie event or a fancy dinner party. For women, this means opting for an elegant and sophisticated gown or a chic cocktail dress. Men are expected to wear a tuxedo or a formal suit.

2. Semi-formal: A semi-formal dress code is slightly less formal than black tie but still requires you to dress up. For women, a knee-length dress or a dressy pantsuit is appropriate, while men can opt for a suit and tie.

3. Casual: A casual dress code allows for more relaxed and comfortable attire. This could be a backyard barbecue, a day at the beach, or a casual dinner with friends. For women, a sundress, jeans and a nice top, or a jumpsuit would be suitable. Men can go for khakis or jeans paired with a polo shirt or a casual button-down.

4. Themed: Themed parties are a fun and creative way to celebrate your 21st birthday. The dress code will depend on the theme chosen. It could be anything from a 1920s Gatsby theme to a tropical luau. Be sure to follow the theme guidelines and have fun with your outfit.

Now that we have a clear understanding of the dress codes, let's explore some trendy outfit ideas for your 21st birthday party.

[modorafashion]

How to Wear a Jumpsuit: 5 Tips for Styling a Jumpsuit

Ladies' jumpsuits are always a trend, and women absolutely love wearing them, wondering how this one-piece can make a perfect fit for every occasion. Jumpsuits always look cute, dressed nice and elegant with popping up a style. People love wearing bright, vibrant jumpsuits when traveling as they are easy to pack, are a cinch to style, and can be donned beautifully. But despite being a die-hard fan of them, like all of you, I too got puzzled and struck when it comes to styling them. Tons of questions arise like how to style them, which accessories and footwear to go for, and more. Styling them can be a little tricky and hit or a miss. If not worn on the spot and flawlessly, you might look untidy, wider or shorter than you are. 

While shopping for the best jumpsuits for women, most people add the black and white ones to the cart as these trendy colours never go out of the class, elegance and gracefulness. They are easier to style and wear on hot summer days without looking like a modern clown in a crazily printed outfit. 

Let's explore how these jumpsuits can be worn and some trendy points to remember the next time you put together a jumpsuit outfit!

How to Wear a Jumpsuit: 5 Tips for Styling a Jumpsuit

Ahead you got some trendy styling tips for donning a jumpsuit!

Pick the Perfect Fit

Getting a jumpsuit for Modora that's a perfect fit size for you is the key to looking gleaming and put together. Avoid wearing a jumpsuit that is too loose to look baggy or too tight to overly define your body parts.

Wearing a tight jumpsuit will give a Catwoman vibe with an uncomfortable feeling. Conversely, a baggy or too loose jumpsuit will overwhelm your body, and you'll lose your figure.

Modora always has an ocean of stylish jumpsuits to shop from. So, opt for the one that perfectly defines your figure by showing off the right amount of skin. 

Determine Your Waist

Spotlighting this point wouldn't be enough that defining your waist significantly enhances your look from looking from miss to the hit and the start of the show. While losing a figure with the branded and top-notch outfit would be a bigger mess. Many jumpsuits at Modora either have a cloth belt of the same colour outfit, or you can add up one of your choices for defining your waist. That jumpsuit cinching will add curviness to your figure.

Pairing up a Blazer will Transform the Look!

A blazer is that elegant piece of cloth every woman must own, at least one, as it can give your jumpsuit a personality to stand in a crown alone. You'll feel more classy and comfy by adding a layer of a blazer over your jumpsuit for an overall subtle look.

When choosing a jacket or a blazer at Modora, Go for the one that can greatly enhance your look to set the level high. Throwing on a blazer with a jumpsuit would work greatly well for rocking the cocktail party, fancy drinks with your girls or a formal evening dinner. So, consider where you gonna wear your jumpsuit and then choose a blazer with a contrasting colour to make it more casual or bring it a notch up!

Throw on Heels for a Wide Leg Jumpsuit!

The footwear you have opted for pairing up with a wide-leg jumpsuit must be on the skinny side. Avoid wearing clogs, wedges and thick heels. Always Opt for sleek heels, as heels with a jumpsuit make a heavenly gorgeous combination to die for unless you are not wearing it as a casual beach dress. Wearing elegant heels with a jumpsuit will create an illusion of being lean and long, defining a perfect figure look. 

Conversely, if you pair up your wide-leg jumpsuit with flats or sandals, you'll look shorter than you're, and the dress would look pretty sloppy.

A jumpsuit can be an Elegant Formal Wear!

Undoubtedly, amazed by the versatility of this one-piece outfit that can be donned attractively, making us stand in the crowd and rock the look always on every occasion. Get an appropriate jumpsuit at Modora, and you only have to accessorise it accordingly with the bold studs to fit in the party. Opt for the black or white jumpsuit as these colours shower elegance.  

Dress it up with heels, a black blazer and gold accessories. Don't forget to get a dainty handbag to level up the style game!

Slay by Putting on a Jumpsuit as a Chic Outfit! Get it From Modora!

Now that you gorgeous ladies have mastered the art of styling a jumpsuit, it's time to adorn your wardrobe with the best jumpsuits for women that make you feel fabulous every time you put them on! Shop women's jumpsuits online at Modora, and Be Ready for the stylish comfort zone you have always desired!

[talesofstyles]

Drs Styles

paediatric heart surgeon harry, husband harry and dad harry. honestly the holy trinity.

warning: they did it in the car. bloody animals.

Harry

“Move your car, please!”

“What are you going to do? Write me a ticket?”

“This is in the interests of safety for the children!”

I look at the time in the car. I’ve still got about twenty to twenty-five minutes to watch this drama unfold at the school gate. I just wish we had popcorn because drop-off and parking situations at the school gates are always more entertaining than Good Morning Britain. 

The school gate is a strange social scene, and honestly, I don’t blame my wife for trying to avoid it like a plague. Sometimes, you don’t even have to talk to these people to know everything about their lives and more. I swear there are more gossips in the class WhatsApp group and daily playground chattering than in the copies of The Sun and Daily Mail combined. You know who’s married, who’s getting a divorce, whose husband shagged the au pair again, whose party you haven’t been invited to, even who’s looking for a builder. 

I see the school caretaker chuckling to himself as he sweeps the autumn leaves off the pathway, no doubt also enjoying our morning entertainment. 

“Why is Mrs Chambers screaming like that?” Alma, our eldest daughter, asks from the back of the car. 

“Because that man parks his car in a drop-off zone,” I reply, still watching him as he removes a child from his car seat. “Do you know who that is?”

“I think the boy is your classmate,” Alma turns to her sister.

Fiona, our youngest, peers over to inspect. “Oh yeah, that’s Rufus and his dad.”

“Do we like Rufus?”

“Not unless we like boys who pee down the slides,” Fiona scrunches her nose up. “He stood at the top and peed down like a waterfall. I haven’t gone down the slide ever since.”

I shake my head and let out a chuckle. “M’sure they’ve cleaned it up since, button.” 

Did you know that choosing a school for your child after nursery can be a head-throbbing, stomach-twisting, heart-pounding experience? Well, it can. How is one supposed to choose a school anyway? According to the proximity? Leavers Results? Adorable uniforms? Parents’ agendas?

After many, many discussions and visits through more schools than I can count, we ended up with Thomas’s Kensington. It’s a great school, and only ten minutes away from our home, making school runs easier. The downside of this school is the fact that it costs us an arm and a leg and that they’re always trying to rip us off any chance they get. Also, they only take the kids until 11, so after that, we’ll have to look for other schools again. But since our girls are only seven and five, we can worry about that later. 

There’s a strange mix of parents at this place. I went to school up in the North and the school gate scene is nothing like this. Here there are more au pairs, fancy cars, nicer clothes and people coming with impressive tans from their last weekend break in Antibes. The kids here are suited up too: the PE kit is the size of a small weekender bag, and we put them in uniforms that make them look smart, hoping that will increase the size of their brains. A child walks past our car with a cello case, another with a hockey stick. It’s a different land here. One that my socialist in-laws constantly tease us about and one which my mum was hysterical about because she was scared her grandbabies would be little Tories. I promised her I’d keep them grounded by only giving them plain hobnobs. None of those luxury chocolate covered ones.

Jokes aside, my girls are happy here. They’re thriving. They learn French and Spanish and Mandarin, even if they share a class with kids who have ridiculous names like Kitty and Archibald. 

A knock at my window calls me to attention. I wind it down.

“Are you Fiona’s dad?” A mum asks me.

“I am.”

“It’s about Ophelia’s riding party this Saturday at the riding stables.” 

Like I said, it’s a different land here.

“I thought we RSVPed to that?” I look at her in confusion.

“Yes, you did, but we have to change the food options as one of the partygoers is allergic to nuts. I’m making everyone aware and we need to let the guests know that they can’t bring any nuts on the day.”

A dirty joke is right there on the tip of my tongue and I’m trying my hardest to keep it in. My wife would definitely find it funny though, I’ve got to remember this and tell her later. 

“Noted,” I mean, I wasn’t going to send my daughter to a party with a packet of cashews anyway but I nod politely.

“And just gift vouchers for gifts please. Smiggle, if you can.”

Again, I nod, biting my tongue at the presumptuousness. But then I suddenly panic, because we haven’t entered the realms of pony riding just yet. Do I have to buy jods and boots? If I don’t, will my daughter be the odd one out? But Ophelia’s mum saunters off before I’ve got the chance to ask.

“Do I have to go to that party, daddy?” Fiona asks. 

“Well, we’ve already replied, poppet,” I tell her. “Did you not want to go?”

“I’ll go if I have to.”

I don’t answer because I get distracted by a vacant space. I edge the car forward so my girls can hop off. 

“I love you both. Have a good day, make good choices.” 

“Bye daddy! We’ll see you after work!”

***

Evelina London Children’s Hospital is our second home. Of course, as a children’s hospital, we try to make the place as fun as possible as not to freak those little patients out at being ill. It is bright and primary coloured, and each ward is decorated according to its own theme with different colours and lovely artworks. There are televisions and toys almost in every corner. We have a giant slide on the ground floor, and even the bins are shaped like red London buses. The aim was to help the children to forget that they’re in a hospital and take their minds off their sickness.

Since my wife and I are in the same department, our offices are next to each other, both overlooking the Thames. It’s nice up here. Would’ve been nicer if we could sneak in a quickie, but that’s practically impossible with our shared secretary’s desk sitting literally in front of our doors. 

Speak of the devil.

“Good morning. Here’s your tea,” my secretary follows me into my office with a cup of tea and a tiny plate with a couple of rich tea fingers. “Clinic until 3 pm, scheduled PDA ligation in the laboratory for 4 pm and then evening rounds on the wards.”

“Mornin’ Rhonda, you look lovely today,” I greet her cheerily. She’s a stern-looking woman who definitely likes her tea as strong as tits and who has probably never cried in her life. With such severity, she runs a tight ship, but she secretly has this affectionate side in her too. Not only is she a great secretary, but she also takes care of us in a way as a grandma does. She makes us tea, feeds us in between surgeries with biscuits or nice baby cheeses and crackers just so we wouldn’t starve. 

See that sofa over there in the corner of my office? Rhonda got me that. It was around the time when I had just become a new father with the sweetest, most gorgeous little baby who did not sleep. Alma wasn’t a fussy baby though. For some reason, she just wouldn’t go back to sleep after her midnight feed for months. Believe me, I tried everything. I changed her nappy, I swayed and jiggled and rocked and sung her to sleep. Odd nonsensical songs like, ‘Alma darling go to sleeep. Sleepy sleep sleep. Pleeeeease. I’m so tirrrred. My eyeballs may actually exploooode. I don’t want you to see thaaat.’ And she would just look at me all wide-eyed like I’d lost the plot. Those were song lyrics? That was rubbish. Please don’t give up your day job. Also, it’s not sleeping time. I’m awake. I’m ready for life. Come on, entertain me, old man. Isn’t this nice, just you and me? Tell me everything you know. EVERYTHING. 

Except of course she didn’t say all that. She would just stare at me and I had no idea what was going on in her little head. 

I took over my wife’s patients at the hospital during her maternity leave, so I had longer hours at the hospital. One day Rhonda found me napping on the floor between surgeries, so she sweet-talked some porters into looking for any old sofas on the go and paid to have this one reupholstered. She even bought me a fleece throw for it too. We really don’t deserve her.

“You hittin’ on me?” She deadpans. “Yer wife not doing it for you these days?”

“It’s the blazer. I’m a sucker for a blazer.”

“If I’d known, I would’ve worn it more often,” she replies. “Did my nice dress yesterday not give you the fanny flutters?”

“It’s schlong shiver for me,” I roar with laughter. “And it’s the tartan, makes you look well old.”

“YN, yer husband’s a bloody git, did I ever tell you that?” Rhonda says loud enough for my wife to hear, and I can hear my wife’s laughter from her office next door. “Drink your tea. Your first clinic appointment is in twenty.”

“Yes ma’am,” I salute her. 

***

The Arctic ward in the Evelina is home to many of our imaging, heart and kidney services. The name is probably giving it away, but everything is decorated in blue and white to go with the theme. We have several zones, and since paediatric cardiology clinics are held in the Walrus zone, I spend a great deal of time each day looking at walrus and snowflake decals. 

“Doctor Styles!” I hear a little voice shouts in excitement as I walk towards the waiting room in the outpatient ward. I smile, because I recognise that voice even before I see the little person.

The waiting room is very open here compared to other hospitals. There’s a sea of noise, snacks, tiny juice boxes and colouring pages. There’s also always a look of expectation, judgement on the faces of parents and guardians every time I walk in. They want to see if their doctor is old or qualified enough to see their children. There’s always one child who has the whole gang with them; parents, two sets of grandparents and even several aunts and uncles, and there’s also at least one child running around in circles out of boredom. 

This little lad bounces off his chair and hurls himself at me in a way like a little puppy would when its owner comes home from work. I put an arm out, hoping that he’ll apply the brakes but no such luck and he bundles himself into my arms. “Nice to see you, mate.”

His parents smile as they watch their son’s antics, who then runs off as I shake their hands. I turn around to see what caught his attention, and I can’t help but chuckle when I realise it’s my wife. 

“Doctor pretty Styles!” He exclaims excitedly as he bundles himself into her arms. She gets a mouthful of curls in the process. 

“Hi Rory,” she greets him as she runs her fingers through his curly mop. 

“Oi,” I pout as I walk towards them. “You don’t think I’m pretty?”

“Your wife is prettier,” he says with a shrug, his tone matter-of-fact.

She laughs and gives him a high-five. “Rory, you are officially my favourite patient.”

She is right. Rory is one of our special patients for sure. We’ve both known him for about six years now, ever since Rory’s mum gave birth to this tiny human next door at St Thomas and his heart was literally broken. I remember watching proudly from the theatre when my wife replaced two of his valves when he was born. It was in our early years of training. Long time patients like Rory almost always feel like family. We’ve seen all their parents’ tears and watched over their children throughout the years. They send us cards and wine every Christmas and despite all attempts to keep a professional distance, their kids do feel like our own.

Rory shrugs off his dinosaur rucksack and unzips it, pulling out a drawing of a blue whale and an opened packet of KitKat. I like that the whale wears a top hat and appears to also don a moustache. 

“I drew you both a picture. Only one though, because I figure you can share,” he says with a big toothy grin and hands the packet of KitKat to my wife. “And I’ve got half a KitKat here. Do you want it?”

“I’m good for now. Keep that KitKat for later on the tube,” she smiles and waves at Rory as she begins to walk away towards the fetal cardiology ward just down the hall. “Bye Rory, thanks for the picture.”

“Bye doctor pretty Styles,” Rory replies, making my wife laugh as she walks away. I give her a wave and a wink. 

“Hey Rory, did you know a blue whale has a heart the size of a small car?” I ask him and his eyes widen.

“No way! That’s mega!” He exclaims. “Do you think you could operate on a whale heart?”

“I would need a very big ladder,” I tell him. “And a wetsuit. I’d give it a go though.”

A senior nurse from the outpatient ward, Florence approaches us with a junior nurse trailing behind her. “Dr Styles, always a pleasure.”

I smile at her. “Florence. How are we today?”

“Busy as usual,” she replies. “We’re about twenty minutes behind I’m afraid. We had Dr Goodridge in this morning and you know he likes to talk.”

“He always runs over,” I chuckle. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll skip lunch and get us back up to speed.”

“I’ll make sure to send some snacks for you. Here’s your chart, your files are already in your office. And this is Alice, your nurse today. She’s newly qualified so might need some instructions.”

The new nurse looks terrified so I smile at her to try and calm her fears. I totally get that. When you work in medicine, unfortunately, you’ll realise that there are a lot of rude self-important wankers. 

I look down at my chart and find Rory’s name on the top of the list. “Well, look who’s coming with me to the exam room.”

Rory reaches out to hold my hand and we walk towards the examination room. His parents follow us closely, carrying the usual coats and devices that people do when they know they’re bound for a hospital waiting room. I see them inside and sit behind the desk.

“So, young man, I hear we’ve had a touch of drama with you. Can you tell me what happened?”

I’ve actually already got the information in the file, but I like the way this kid tells a story. He reminds me of my youngest. 

“So… I was at school and we were doing PE and I wasn’t really feeling it because it was cold and really we should have been inside but Mr Witter makes us go outside because he used to be in the Army apparently and he says we should get used to the cold but that’s what they do in prisons.”

I smile. “Go on.”

“And then my heart started running.”

“You mean racing?”

He nods firmly. Racing isn’t even the word. It sprinted to the finish like Bolt at 252 beats per minute, three times the speed it should.

“It felt like bubbles in my chest and then the school went crazy panicky and they called the ambulance and they brought me to the hospital but not this one, it was another one and it wasn’t as good because you weren’t there and they had really bad biscuit.”

His mum adds. “And they gave him some drugs to bring it back to a steady rhythm; they were close to shocking him.” Her voice trails off and both parents’ faces look drawn and pale remembering the incident.

Rory looks absolutely unbothered by this. To be fair, we have put this little man through everything. We’ve cut his chest open more times than is necessary for someone so small, we hook him up to machines and put him on treadmills. His resilience and character amaze me, and I really can’t imagine what it feels like to see your child so vulnerable and helpless, to be paralysed and weighed down with such worry.

“Alright then, little man, we need to make sure that your heart is working as it should. This is Alice, and she is going to take you over for an ECG and we just need to make sure your tick-tock is in good shape.”

Rory nods and jumps off the chair. His dad offers him a piggyback, and his mum smiles at them. I can hear Rory offering that half KitKat to Alice as they leave the room. 

His mother turns to me as the door is closed, her shoulders relaxing, allowing herself to breathe. “And how are you?” I ask her.

“You just think it’s done and then something like that comes along to scare you,” she says with a sigh.

“Let’s have these tests and then see if it’s anything major to worry about,” I try to calm her. “Episodes of rapid heartbeat is quite common in Rory’s case, and we can look into drugs to remedy that if necessary.”

She smiles, nodding.

“Did you have any other questions for me?”

She studies my face for a moment too long. “I… well, it will show up in Rory’s records soon, but my husband I are… I mean we’re getting a divorce.”

I pause for a moment. Of course, I know these things happen in life, but I’ve known this couple for years. I’ve seen them at their lowest ebb, bound by friendship and their love for that boy. I really do feel sorry for them.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I mumble.

“We just… we’re terrified about telling Rory.”

“He doesn’t know?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “We’re scared of breaking him. I mean, look at him. All of this stuff he’s been through and he carries on like nothing has happened. We don’t want to upset him.”

“It took a team of us the best part of six years to build Rory’s heart. There's a warranty on that workmanship,” I reassure her. “Have that chat with him. He’ll be fine.”

***

“Have we got time for dinner first?” I turn to my wife as we walk out of the hospital. We don’t normally have the luxury of ending our shift at the same time, but today is exceptional. We have parents’ evening at the girls’ school so Rhonda made sure to clear up our schedule after our evening rounds at the ward. 

“No, but we can raid M&S and eat in the car?”

I’m starving and I almost cry with relief at the suggestion. “Always knew I married the right woman.”

She chuckles. “Damn right you did.”

We leave the car at the hospital and she drags me along the walkways to Waterloo, the breeze biting at our cheeks. I pull her into M&S, dodging the marching commuters and grab a basket. 

“I’ll look for some wine,” she says before she saunters off. “Oh and I want sushi. None of that crap with the mayonnaise please.”

“Alright.”

I skipped lunch today so the whole place calls to me. I start taking very random things off the shelves: a packet of raspberry iced buns. That’ll do. I also take some hummus for my wife because she bloody loves hummus. I’m not even joking, I’ve seen her down a whole pot of it. Then I take some sushi as requested, some coleslaw, a family bag of mature cheddar and red onion crisps and a trifle. I hope I don’t bump into Rhonda. Next are cheese twists, noodle salad and cocktail sausages. 

It takes me a while to notice that there is a man right next to me with a roll of yellow stickers in their back pocket. Hello there, you are one of my favourite people tonight. Have I managed to find that sacred hour when all the food is being marked down? He labels some prawns with dip and even though I get a little squeamish about eating fish near its expiry date, I put it in my basket. I then follow him around the corner. Now, this is dinner. I put all sorts of random food in my basket and smile at the thought.

Ooh, knockdown pizzas. I should get a pizza. That’s tomorrow’s tea sorted, the girls will love it. Although I can’t help but wonder, what’s the limit for us to feed our daughters frozen pizza in a week before they get taken away from us? But eh, we might be able to get away with it if we give them frozen peas on the side. 

“Look at you,” says my wife, depositing two bottles of red in the basket. 

“Yes, it’s me. I’m the yellow sticker bitch.”

She snickers as we turn to head for the tills. “Excellent work.”

***

“Mr and Mrs Styles, welcome.”

“Mrs Ebner, always a pleasure,” I shake the headmistress’ hand who’s standing at the door. 

“Busy evening?” My wife asks her as she shakes her hand next.

“Always,” the headmistress replies with a smile, then proceeds to speak like she’s reading out of brochures. “But such a wonderful opportunity to connect with our parents and build on the special relationships we have with our school community.” 

Two uniformed minions appear.

“Lewis, Maggie, could you please show Mr and Mrs Styles through to the drinks reception?”

They both nod in unison. The boy holds his arms out like a waiter showing us to our table. We follow them through the school’s grand corridors to the main hall. It’s the one thing I like about this place. It’s very Hogwarts-like with hefty engraved name boards and sepia photos of successful sports teams. In the hall, a throng of parents mill around waiting to see respective teachers. It’s the same every year. We all dodge the people from the PTA trying to sell us quiz tickets, and the bowls of crisps out of hygiene concerns.

“Red or white?” Asks a lady in an apron.

This right here is the very reason we get through parents’ evening. From the look of the bottle, it’s decent wine too. I think that’s where a good proportion of our fees is going. 

“Red, please.”

We both take our glasses and walk to the corner of the hall. It’s essentially a holding area without the background music. The idea is that all the parents will get on and create a party vibe but it just becomes a strange family gathering. As terrible as it sounds, it’s sorted into cliques: parents who know each other via NCT groups, the international expat brigades who keep to themselves, the parents who’ve ostracised themselves by gossip, the ones who you know regularly brunch and ski together.

The boy from earlier suddenly appears in front of us. “Mrs Hughes is ready for you.”

I put my hand on the small of my wife’s back as we walk towards the classroom. Fiona’s teacher first and then Alma’s straight after. Right, we can do this.

“Mrs Hughes, we meet again,” I shake her hand. I’ve got no qualms about Mrs Hughes. She’s a seasoned teacher who likes a slack and sensible moccasin and we’re familiar with her since she taught Alma two years previously. When we enter the classroom, Lewis bows in reverence, taking his leave and I wonder whether to tip him. 

“It’s always lovely to have another Styles girl in my classroom. Fiona is a particular delight.”

My wife and I smile proudly. I’m sure Mrs Hughes says this to every parent here about their child, but that’s always nice to hear. 

“She talks a lot about you,” my wife says. “She seems to have settled in well.”

Mrs Hughes opens up a couple of books and it’s classic Fiona. Alma is ordered and neat—if she makes a mistake then she erases it completely and she underlines things with a ruler and listens to instruction carefully. She gets that from her mum. Fiona though, on the other hand, she’s all me. She has more wild abandon about her; no rulers, no rubbers. She puts giant crosses through things that don’t work and likes her bubble writing decorated with doodles of many, many cats.

I glance around the classroom as Mrs Hughes talks to us about standardised scores. The theme of the school is to show you how smart and educated these children are. Look at the copperplate handwriting, their reproductions of Van Gogh and our languages corner where they’ve all had a go at telling us what they like in French. I spy a contribution from my girl. J’adore les chats et le gâteau au chocolat. 

I’ve lost track of the conversation so I try to catch up.

“So to push Fiona into those top scores, perhaps we can look into tutoring? For maths, in particular, so she can grasp some of the concepts a little more tightly,” says Mrs Hughes. 

My wife and I look at each other confused. “Uh, I don’t think there’s a need, right? She’s only five.”

“It’s never too early,” replies Mrs Hughes. “We run an after-school tutoring club on Tuesdays that would help.”

Back when I was a youngster, clubs were fun endeavours that involved matching baseballs caps or were a chocolate biscuit that you had in your lunchbox. Maths tutoring session was not a club.

I ask her. “Is it free?”

“It’s fifteen pounds per session.”

See? My point being this should be a parents’ evening, not a sales session.

“Well, then it’s something to think about,” says my wife. “It could be that Fiona catches up with people throughout the year.”

“Possibly,” Mrs Hughes nods. Still, though, she proceeds to go into her folder and passes me a form. Sneaky. “Fiona has also shown great interest in languages and art. Her pictures have been a joy.”

Mrs Hughes goes to a file and pulls one of Fiona’s drawings. I glance down at it. It’s a standard child piece of art. The grass and sky are strips of colour to the top and bottom. It’s a family portrait, and we are as tall as the broccoli style trees. Wait, hang on a second. I count the number of people in the picture again. Is that-

“And Mrs Styles, I gather congratulations are in order,” she says with a smile. “Such lovely news.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Fiona told me it’s a boy,” she adds, and the sheer terror on my wife’s face at the realisation is priceless. “You must be very thrilled.”

I study the picture. There’s a house in the middle, and standing in a line in front of the house is our family. The one slightly taller than the broccoli tree is me. I’ve got my white lab coat, and I look like a serial killer because I’m holding a scalpel with the size of a butcher’s knife. Next to me is my wife, also with a white lab coat, but instead of a scalpel, she’s holding a very chunky baby who rather looks like a basketball with a head.

“Oh dear,” I chuckle. “Guess now we know what she’ll ask for Christmas.”

“Yeah,” my wife shakes her head. “We’re not expecting.”

“Oh, I apologise,” Mrs Hughes says with a sheepish smile.

“No worries, Mrs Hughes,” I tell her. “So, what else has our girl been up to here? Besides gossiping of course.”

Mrs Hughes laughs under her breath. “Well, in class, Fiona is attentive, bright and very helpful. She is a credit to you both.”

***

“I swear your daughter, Styles.”

We’re sitting in the car now. Finally done with parents’ evening, still laughing at the slightly creepy, chunky basketball baby in Fiona’s picture and the fact that three people, including Mrs Hughes, have congratulated us for the ‘baby’.

“You haven’t called me Styles in years,“ I turn to her with a grin. “Not since medical school.”

I can’t help but flashback to the good ol’ days when we had matching university hoodies and we’d test each other on the parts of a kidney whilst walking into lectures, sitting next to each other, sharing pens and cans of Lilt. 

“Well, after that I became a Styles too,” she chuckles. “Would be confusing then, wouldn’t it?”

“True,” I laugh under my breath, then I grab her hand and pull it to my mouth so I can kiss her knuckles. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For being a Styles.”

“Aw, aren’t we soppy tonight?” She smirks. “Alright, stop the car.”

“What?”

“There,” she points to a dark empty spot and I oblige. 

Then, before I can even ask her why, she reaches over and grabs me by the collar. Pulling me close to her and gives me a kiss. I kiss her back, and I smile when she bites gently on my bottom lip.

“Oi, oi. Something’s got you randy.”

The next thing I know, she undoes her seatbelt and then rolls her trousers down her legs along with her knickers, fumbling and giggling at the awkward movement. I push my seat back and pull my trousers down. 

“Don’t fall on gearstick now,” I joke as she climbs over to straddle me. “Well, unless you want to, of course…”

She laughs as she lowers herself over my lap. I really can’t believe what’s happening here.

“Mrs Styles, we’re about to have sex in a car. Around the corner from our daughters’ school.” 

“I know,” she says with a smile before she runs her tongue along my neck. “Not our first rodeo though.”

“Oh right, we did it in our Volvo years ago, didn’t we? Thought the suspension couldn’t take it.”

“And it turned out fine. Told you that you needed to have more faith in the Swedes, they’re a reliable breed.”

“I love it when you talk about Sweden.”

“Ikea.”

“Fuck.”

“Meatballs.”

“Billy Bookcase.”

She throws her head back in laughter and I take this as an opportunity to run my tongue along her collar bone. She gasps. I reach down to lift her before I slowly lower her over my cock. We both sigh as I enter her, a long exhalation with our lips barely touching. 

“Viggo Mortensen.”

“Isn’t he Danish?”

“Tomato, Tomahto.”

I smile at my wife and push my hips up, silently telling her that we don’t need to talk about Swedish people anymore. She grabs onto the car seat and levers herself up and down. I look at her in the eye, a goofy smile still plastered across my face.

But then I squint. Light. Bollocks, what’s that? Where’s that light coming from? Crap, that’s bright. Shit. I see the flash of a hi-vis jacket, a knock at the window and someone shaking their head.

Oh sodding fucking bollocking shit wank.

[jiminrings]

bestie what if jungkook finally finds out that jin’s friends with y/n 😭😭😭 he’d live in embarrassment for like eight business days

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook wants to crawl in a ditch for bADLY misjudging a situation he should’ve foreseen in the first place

yoongi has never been this dedicated to curing his hangover

well actually, nO ONE was really forcing him to pick you and taehyung up anyway

you didn't even ask!!! you could 10/10 just call for an uber to bring back taehyung to his place

maybe, just maybe, it's your fault that when yoongi asked you where you were when he's just woken up from a long night of partying, you mentioned "i'm with taehyung" and hospital and go home in the same sentence so that's why he went to overdrive

did he process what you said correctly?? probably not <3

that's the whole reason why yoongi had wasted sIX eggs this morning!!

he read somewhere in passing and watched song-hwa from hospital playlist enough to know that drinking eggs apparently helps you with your hangover and some other things

first, he wasted tHREE eggs because apparently, you're not supposed to drink the eggs !!! whisked !!! because it "defeats" the whole purpose

but it's still an egg whether you whisk it and no one's sane enough to drink raw eggs unprovoked

yoongi nailed it on the second try and he might have gagged a few times but the important thing is, his hangover is all-cured from the stress of digesting raw eggs :D so now he can safely drive at a borderline dangerous speed to pick you and tae up

"hey kiddo."

you peer your head up to see yoongi looking down at you, ruffling your hair in greeting

you've been held up here for less than five hours anyway, and it's not that yOU look tired,,, it's just that maybe you could use a little more sleep

lol you got yoongi thinking for a second that you're the injured on

"hey champ," yoongi acknowledges taehyung who's smiling from his bed, getting a forehead flick from his senior to which he rolls his eyes to

taehyung's... dressed up already in his normal clothes?

he already has his shoe on too so yoongi doesn't quite get why the two of you still aren't standing up

"you're lucky you just got a flick," you add helpfully, yawning in remembrance, "he punched my arm when i fell down the stairs at the dorm."

and wHY is this conversation all pointing to him now??

"because the both of you did stupid things that landed you in the ER!"

"i was just trying to see if i can go down the stairs three steps at a time!!"

"i just wanted to embrace y/n!!!"

very stoopid decisions if you ask him

yoongi shifts his weight from one foot to another, still a little lost because he's already here, and the two of you are all-ready to go, and he's not really a fan of the smell of the hospital —

oh wait

"has the bill already been settled?" he asks in curiosity, fishing out his wallet from his pocket

"mhmm. already did," tae answers instantly, nudging yoongi to put his wallet back where it came from

uhm wait maybe it's the eggs that are talking but uh

..... if the bill's already paid-

"then why are we all just sitting here?"

taehyung opens his mouth but he cLOSES it shut the moment it all clicks in his head, belatedly looking at you whose face screams conflict

yoongi's eyes turn to you on instinct, narrowing his eyes because you're choosing not to meet his eyes

"we're uh, we're waiting for jungkook to come back from the restroom."

...

.....

.......

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

yoongi's quiet, almost like he's calculating the variables in his mind

his mind's working harder rn that it did on his finals last week

"so jungkook is here?"

he gets war flashbacks every time he hears his name

he just shudders at the thought of him and he doesn't mean it positively lmao

"y-yeah! did i not tell you that at the call? he helped me get taehyung here," you scratch your nape in explanation, not accounting for the fact that yoongi still vERY much loathes jungkook when you called him

tae's not actually sure if he's helping you when he opens his mouth but he's trying his best <3

"yup! his shoulders were my crutch for like, three blocks. he also bought us food from the cafeteria while we were waiting to have my leg cast!!"

he glances at the fancy paper bags from the cafeteria downstairs, even some take-outs in there that makes it look all-stuffed

how in the living hELL is yoongi suppposed to feel about all of this :|

"i'm back! should i call an uber now? sorry, i bought these tiny hand sanitizers because they were having a sale at the pharmacy. y/n what scent do you-..."

jungkook happily chirps as he rummages through the bag he was given, preparing to scoop all the different scents to present them to you when he jUST had to look down at a familiar pair of shoes

as in the same black converse that he had the relief of looking at when someone was particularly asking him if he ever had a knuckle sandwich

"h-hi yoongi."

yoongi narrows his eyes at the kid who just squeaked, mouth puffed-up in disbelief that he looks like he's hiding a hamster in there

"bye jungkook."

yoongi uses tae as an excuse to shoo jungkook off as fast as possible but that kinda bites him in the ass

taehyung's going through a learning curve with his crutches and yoongi's making him wALK faster!!!! he still needs a little-

oh wait a minute :-)

"jungkook! help me walk to yoongi's car."

no

there is nO way that even taehyung's conspiring against him now

first jin and now taehyung????

tae solidifies his point by winking at yoongi, leaving you alone with him as you carry the paper bags of cafeteria take-outs

he's not exactly sure if he's helping you out at this situation, but once again, he's just trying his best and having fun alright!!! he likes to be included in these types of things hee-hee

yoongi has no choice now but to aLSO drive jungkook home, and the thought just makes him grumble from thinking about it

he'll have to disinfect his seats ://

"i haven't fully forgiven him if that's what you're thinking about," you chime in with his thoughts, looping your arm around his to help quell the visible stress in his mind

"it's your life," he puffs out because he doesn't want to meddle with you, consciously trying not to be overbearing when it comes to your choices

"i know. i just want you to know that your closest friend has the pride and the brains to not forgive an asshole, a goddamn junior, who said really mean things to her," you add thoughtfully and transparently, making yoongi break into a smile

ok that's got the heaviness in his chest a little lighter

"we should probably talk to each other one of these days."

you haven't had a heart-to-heart talk with yoongi for quite some time now because there weren't really any pressing issues of the sort to make the two of you talk face-to-face, but now it's probably needed

"we should."

:D

jungkook has never feared for his life in a car ride tHIS much before

and he's even wearing his seatbelt!!!!

you're sitting at the front seat and he's with taehyung at the back, the latter dozing off because yoongi indulged his request for sleep music with soft rain on the background (it doesn't make yoongi sleepy) in an attempt to make him feel better about his leg

the one-hour loop's working wonders because you're passed out on the front seat too

normally, this would also make jungkook sleepy

but how the fuck can he sLEEP when yoongi looks at him through the rear-view mirror like an apex predator??????

kook could take the easier route of pretending to sleep so he could get to avoid yoongi's gaze

but then if he pretends to sleep, yoongi would clearly see how his eyeballs are still very much trembling even when his eyes are shut and he's the furthest thing from being relaxed

don't get him started on stoplights too!!! that was just pure torture because jungkook was conflicted to whether or not he should look at him rIGHT back

taehyung and jungkook live in the same building anyway so that's more convenient because he actually wouldn't know how to act if he had to drop j-name (he honestly can't digest saying his name) separately

now that that's all over, jungkook feels oddly fulfilled in a way...?

fulfilled in a sense that even if partially, he managed to earn your forgiveness

he feels like he could sleep a little more peacefully knowing that he atleast did something right this time!!!

which is for the exact reason, he's gonna gUSH about this to mr. kim from student affairs!!!

it's uh the weekend and he walked to campus because he thinks that admin works even on weekends (mad respect)

it's noticeably a lot more empty compared to weekdays and it's just filled with freshmen with their hectic class schedules and some students who are just fulfilling units to graduate early

jungkook walks straight to student affairs and it instantly looks empty, the only familiar face in there being namjoon

as in mr. kim namjoon who's wearing a windbreaker rn and whose hair is dEFINITELY blonde than the last time (two days ago) that jungkook saw him

he's not here to work isn't he

wait is he here to rob the place ???!?#?!?

"and what are you doing here?"

namjoon is as confused as jungkook, his mouth opening and closing in dumbfoundedness

"o-oh! is mr. kim here? w-wait, you are here. i mean mr. kim seokjin, sorry. did he-"

"nope," namjoon shakes his head, putting his bucket hat back on to leave jungkook all by himself

namjoon from work and namjoon every other time besides work are TWO different entities

"we just came here to collect our paychecks. you missed jin by ten minutes."

oh well

his momentum's not entirely ruined!! jungkook just has to cram thinking of a recipe to put in your lunchbox by tomorrow and jin is his tried and tested saving grace

technically, jungkook already saw you this morning because of the whole taehyung in a cast thing, but he feels as if that the take-outs from the cafeteria aren't gonna cut it

he still needs to step up his game of course :D

so that's why jungkook forcibly enlisted jimin's help to make fish and chips for dinner and put them in two lunchboxes

one for you and one for yoongi!! he didn't skimp on the fish nor the chips and made sure they're still toasty and in peak-flavor when he delivers it to your dorm

is he intruding? is this a bad time? he didn't exactly know how to process when yoongi told him that he wouldn't stop him from making it up to you

he just iSN'T sure if delivering homemade lunchboxes at 7 in the evening to your dorm is optimal

oh good!! the door's opening :D

"good evening!! i uhm-"

... what

.......... WHAT

what the fuck is going on

seokjin is suprised to see that the guy at the door isn't from the delivery place he ordered from two minutes ago

... he may be disappointed

but what he is amused about is the way jungkook looks beyond confused and intimidated

jin's in a sleep shirt and some boxers and jungkook doesn't kNOW what to feel about all the variables present that he's trying to connect

"you look like you're hiding a goldfish in your mouth."

seokjin remarks and yawns when a fraction of a minute passes and jungkook's still frozen in his spot, his eyes darting to what the kid's holding

"oh c'mon! one for y/n and one for yoongi? you trying to make it up to him too? and none for me?" jin jives him further, leaning against the doorframe with a sleepy smirk on his lips, "i practically live here, and i gave you the tonkatsu recipe, and i'm the one who doesn't get a lunchbox?"

he eventually saw this coming lmao

jin knew that someway somehow, jungkook would come to know that hE's your close friend throughout the whole time

that he's been the sort of middleman all this time but nah he's on your team of course <3

that all this whining he's done to him has all been in the name of you and seokjin had to sit through ALLLL of that with his fists clenched underneath the table to calm himself down

"oh my god," jungkook's literally WEAK in the knees as it all connects in his mind, the gravity of this scenario kicking down on him

he really iS such a fucking asshole

how did he not hypothesize this????? how wasn't he able to connect you and yoongi and jin as each other's closest friends???

his legs are literally about to give out so that's why seokjin snatches the lunchboxes from his hands

"i am so, so, so sorry mr. kim. i-i really didn't-..."

jin pays him no mind, opening the lunchboxes slightly as he whistles at the sight of fish and chips

meanwhile jungkook is so sO close to crying both in realization and very very slight relief because he knows atleast one of your friends doesn't hate him that much

the door opens wider, the creaking getting both of his and jin's attention

"what's taking you so long? is the-..."

yoongi switches his gaze between the two lunchboxes on jin's hand and jungkook sitting on the floor looking like he's had the shock of his lifetime

wow this is really amusing

this is in fact so amusing that yoongi can't help but to snap a picture for him and jin to laugh at later

"bye, jeon."

yoongi grabs one of the lunchboxes from jin's hand and goes back into the dorm, leaving jungkook alone with mr. student affairs

seokjin chuckles as he outstretches his hand to make jungkook stand up and shoo him off sooner than later so he wouldn't look like a pebble in front of your dorm

he pats him on the back, only having to pull him slightly to get him closer to his ear

"we're still mad at you kid, don't get it twisted. you're lucky i didn't expel you."

jungkook pales at the realization overall, only weakly nodding his head as he attempts to take in everything while trying to look at the bright side

seokjin cheerily closes the door, waving at him who looks so close to passing out from hock

"bye jungkook!!!"

[existslikepristin]

Please, No Virginity Puns

The most recent thing I posted before tumblr. It was on Choerry's birthday, and I am proud of that.

Tags: TheLounge, Loona, Choerry, male reader insert, it's her birthday!, 100% butt stuff, I ate a thesaurus

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It didn’t matter what you had to say anymore. Choerry was already on top of you, nude and keeping you muted with her tongue. How did you get there?

Well, moments prior, you were sitting next to Choerry at your small dinner table. She’s always insisted on sitting as close to you as possible in order to enable near-constant snuggling. It’s gotten a little annoying here and there, but you can’t help but concede to her innocent demands whenever she smiles.

Of course, and not that you’ve ever complained about this, that’s not to say that her demands aren’t always entirely innocent. Most of the time they are, but not always.

That day, for example, you woke her up with breakfast in bed. It wasn’t tradition, but you were just getting her back for the last time she did it for you. And what better day to present her, prone, with a pancake, pulverized potato, and porridge parfait platter… with toppings… than her birthday?!

It can be hard to tell if Choerry is acting or not at times, but you’d like to think that her cartoonish level of enthusiasm for the treat was entirely real. She carried that sunshine throughout the rest of your day, skipping through the park, greeting everybody on the way to, inside, and on the way out of The Lounge, at the surprise party that you helped all of her members get her with, and when she dragged you to her room.

Not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips that night, so it was all the more surprising when she shoved you onto her bed and stated matter-of-factly-but-also-vaguely that she wanted you to put a thing in her butt. Her words came out of her mouth like shimmery soap bubbles.

You had to pause for a moment to process her words. You were certainly up for some sexy times with Choerry. You had anticipated it was going to happen when she put your hand down her pants near the end of the birthday party with no attempt at subtlety. But her exact word choices had you rubbing your temples out of exasperation, even as she stripped herself down to her ridiculously cherry red lingerie.

Your chance to admire that rare view was lost to history, however. She removed the lingerie from her body while she claimed your lips. Your disappointment at not getting the opportunity to remove it yourself quickly faded when she popped back up though.

Her breasts were as perky as her attitude, and also your dick. She was quick to notice the latter and made quick work of your clothes too. She sighed satisfactorily at the sight of your sword and stooped to supply it with a suck and some slickening slobber, so you suspected the sex was starting summarily; more swiftly than standard, it seemed.

Concerned for her well being, you made sure to ask if she had lube available. Again, you weren’t going to complain about her gusto, but she lacked the anal experience that some of your mutual friends had, at least you assumed. Sure enough, there was a bottle mere feet from her reach in her drawer. She grabbed it and jumped back on top of you, pouring it generously over her ass crack and your cock with surprising accuracy for someone so engaged with a hot and heavy kiss.

You were sure you had something to say on the matter. Perhaps some additional words of caution, maybe some other words of encouragement. It didn’t matter what you had to say anymore. Choerry was already on top of you, nude and keeping you muted with her tongue. How did you-- come back around to the exact same thought that the story began with?

“It’s okay, right?”

You attempted to blink away your stupefaction. “O-okay?”

“Mhm! For me to… you know!” She leaned in and whispered directly into your ear, “Put your penis in my butt.”

Ah, yes. The demand that you had nearly forgotten in her flurry of kisses, now slightly reworded to include your dick in the equation. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Just checking!”

“We’ve… done this before.”

“I know!” Choerry swooped back in to continue kissing you, implying that she had no intention of expounding further. Her fingers wrapped around your cock, massaging the whole length to ensure that the lube had maximum coverage.

Your breath caught as you felt her readjusting you, tapping you around between her legs as she tried to match you up with her intended target purely via exploration. Your cock was ground between her ass cheeks, the tip slid over her clit, and dipped briefly into her pussy. A groan was the only complaint you could give to only being given a half second of her fantastic heat.

You didn’t have to wait long to get it back. Her ass opened up to the pressure she applied against it with your dick, but exceptionally slowly. Choerry released a series of little exclamations into your mouth as she pushed. She tossed the lube bottle to the side and snatched your hand, curling her fingers into your palm.

Finally, the last pop came, and was followed by a short slide. With no more manual guidance necessary, she grabbed your other hand as well, which promptly slipped out of her grip considering the amount of lube present.

Choerry released you from your kissy bliss to look at her slippery hand, a mixture of anger and amusement on her face. She tried a couple more times to hold your hand with it, but you liked this look. You easily slithered your hand out from under hers every time she slapped down. It was like watching a cat trying to catch a laser pointer.

It was just another reminder that no matter how deep inside Choerry you may physically be, she’ll never stop bringing a goofy-ass smile to your face.

Finally, you relented and entwined your fingers with hers, locking your knuckles together so you wouldn’t fall apart. She glared down into your eyes, but a grin still crept through. “Thank you,” she said, lips tight and nose scrunched up.

With you fully in her grasp, Choerry straightened herself up, allowing you the opportunity to look up and down her sublime figure. Though her movement caused her to cause you to penetrate her a bit further which caused her to flinch slightly, she kept herself aloft on her knees to not go too far all at once. She closed her eyes and took a series of deep breaths there, as calmly as if she was meditating.

As much as you wanted to go ham on her ham, you didn’t want to hurt her, so you contented yourself with watching her chest rise and fall. “Happy birthday…” you whispered.

“You’ve already told me that today,” Choerry intoned, eyes still closed like she was drifting off into her own little world.

You laughed. “I was saying it to myself! Have you seen you?”

She smiled again, and said three words in a voice that made it seem like she was speaking to an audience on the edge of their seats, “Okay, I’m ready.”

Her fingers constricted around yours, so you questioned if she was, in fact, ready. But you wouldn’t be the one to stop her.

Choerry’s tight tush trucked its way toward the top of your tower twice to tighten her take on the task at the time, before torturously trending testicle-ward. She temporized without taking your entire tool.

So hypnotized were you with her graceful movement that you didn’t even notice the frustrated moan coming up your throat until it was too late.

Her eyes popped open. “I’m sorry!” She sounded like she meant it, too. “This is… tough.”

“Take your time,” you said, straining your voice for comic effect.

“Could have used that four paragraphs ago,” she said, continuing her extremely slow descent down your shaft.

The odd statement distracted you just long enough for Choerry to finish her drop. No longer did space separate your pelvises. You grew concerned again when she winced and bit her lip from the inside.

“Choerry, we really can do something else. Don’t hurt yourself please.”

She gave you an exaggerated, indignant gander. “Rhetorical question: Who gets to choose the cake on her birthday?”

You held in your “cake” joke.

“It’s me,” Choerry’s voice was far too chipper to make this talking-to sound as stern as you were sure she wanted it to come across as. “As birthday lady, I get to pick the cake, and I get to feed it to you if I want to.”

You held in your “cake feeding” joke.

“And tonight, the cake I pick is my bum.”

You opened your mouth to comment on her most excellent selection of the word “bum” in the midst of a scenario where your cock is fully inside of said bum, but you instead gasped a sharp breath.

Choerry ground forward, pulling your dick with her and anointing the lowermost part of your stomach with the juices being lightly sprinkled from her clit.

“Besiiides,” she continued, re-angling her hands to she could tickle the backs of yours, “We have all the lube! Even some that’s got a certain special flavor to it!”

“Just some?”

“Yeah, ooh,” she crooned, apparently quite enjoying the grind back down your pelvis, “I didn’t get it all at once. Now guess the flavor!”

You waited for her grinding to pause again to be able to think straight, “Does it start with a ‘C?’”

Her smile grew. “Yes!”

“Is it a fruit?”

“Yes!”

“Is it… cherry?”

“Failure!”

“Wha--”

“It’s coconut!”

If you weren’t so established in your hand holding with Choerry, you’d have palmed your face. Thankfully, thoughts of how she could have possibly expected you to guess that were pushed to the back of your mind as she resumed her removal of your breath with a series of fanciful body rolls.

Finally fucking her fanny felt fictional. For while not the first foray there, far-fetched was the philosophy that it was fielded often, the front being the favored fornication fissure for the foreseeable future. Unless, of course, you could make this an especially special session.

But woe was unto you. Choerry had the upper hand(s) figuratively as well as literally. But, perhaps, you thought, this was exactly what she wanted and you could wait your damn turn to take control.

And you liked letting her anally probe herself this way, so, you know, what were you to do but enjoy the ride?

Over the course of her self-imposed ravaging, Choerry’s meditative breaths became ragged. Her eyelids fluttered at regular intervals. Through it all, she held her phantasmagorical demeanor. A couple of times she reached for the lube bottle and shotgunned it somewhat inaccurately between her legs, but it did the job. You were happy to see that she was still considering her own comfort.

In fact, to your surprise, her mouth opened wide in a silent shout. Her core trembled anticipatorily. Her hands held yours with a colossally increased lewdness. And those two mystical words trickled from her tongue with a high-pitched susurration, “I’m… cumming…”

Choerry’s grinding came to a grinding halt. Her body jerked and she fell onto you. Your cock sprang free of her ass in, and as a result of, the same motion.

You untangled one of your hands to stroke her back in the most adoring fashion you could muster. After chewing on a thesaurus for the prior hour, you were sure neither of you really needed any more words.

She stayed there for a spell, and you were happy to let her. It was so late it was nearly no longer her birthday, but her birthday it still was. She deserved the rest, along with the rest of your undivided attention.

Her whole movement consisted of her back going up and down as her lungs attempted to revive her fighting spirit, and her thumb lovingly shifting over the divinatory lines on your palm. You wished she would do something about her hair plastered on your chin, but ninety-nine percent of paradise is paradise enough.

You were disappointed when Choerry rose once more, slimily straddling your stomach. She detached her hands from yours to give the hair on either side of her face a good backward flick over her shoulders, and she sighed with contentment.

It was a shock to hear her speak again after such a prolonged reticence, but her unerringly cheerful voice was entirely welcome nonetheless.

“More please.”

You couldn’t then, and you still can’t help but concede to her innocent demands. Her smile just touched the corner of her lips. Sure, some of her demands aren’t so innocent, but… How did you get here again?

[chrizbang]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ONE SHOT ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* CHAN X FEMALE READER ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* SMUT ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Warnings: mature content, penetative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, swearing, drinking.

Word count: 2.535

Author’s note: so, english is not my first language, there might be some grammar mistakes dhuofdsjojd I hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear your feedback!

It was Jeongin’s idea, of course it was. Going to a party in the middle of the week. You had just arrived home from work, you showered and were ready to put on your pajamas and go to sleep, before Jeongin, your friend and roommate, stormed into your room. “You need to relax, you’re too stressed,” he said to you, dragging you out of your bed so you could get changed. He was right, you knew that. All the work you had from college and your job, was draining all of your energy. As much as you were tired, you decided to give it a chance. You chose an outfit that would be casual, but not too much, a white cropped with long sleeves, a black leather skirt, stockings, and your boots. Underneath you had cute pink lace lingerie, just in case.

You left the house and took a cab to a club, you never been to that place, but Jeongin looked like he knew what he was doing.

“Don’t worry, I paid for our tickets online,” he said.

“You’re too kind,” you answered, feeling butterflies in your belly. Once you were inside, you took a look at the place. You never went to many clubs before, but this one looked fancy. It had a nice decoration and everyone inside look very well dressed, you were starting to regret choosing a casual outfit.

“Let’s get some drinks,” Jeongin screamed at you since the music was loud. You grabbed his wrist and followed him to the bar. He calledone of the bartenders and ordered two margaritas. Once you had your drinks, he dragged you to the dance floor. You must admit that you were having a good time, dancing with your friend and enjoying the party. Until you saw that Jeongin seemed apprehensive, he was looking around, like he was looking for something. Suddenly, a man in a suitapproached him and said something on his ear, eventuallylooking at you. You couldn’t hear what he was saying because of the music, but you started to feel concerned. Jeongin nodded at the man and made his way at you. “Follow me,” he said, smiling. You were confused, but he didn’t look scared like something was wrong. Jeongin held your hand and both of you followed the man. After scanning a card, he opened a door at the back of the club, the door led to a corridor with an elevator at the end. He pressed the button and waited for it to arrive. You looked at Jeongin and he had a smile on his face, he looked very excited. The elevator door opened, the man gestured for you to step inside. You guys entered the elevator, the man following behind. He pressed another button, and the elevator started to go up. Once you were on the second floor, the man left the elevator and you went after him. There was a white hall with a big, red door in the end. The man unlocked the door, looked at both of you, said ‘have fun’, and left.

“Jeongin, what’s going on??” you had no idea where you were and what was happening. “Look, I chose this place because this is different from the others,” he told you, holding the door handle. “Before I open it, I need you to know that we can leave any time you want” You looked at him completely confused. “This place… it is special. They have this thing where they choose random people to join a more intimate party if you know what I mean” he smiled at you, a dirty one, and you were almost understanding what he was trying to say. He opened the door and there was a reception. A lady was waiting there, wearing a black pencil skirt, a black blouse and heels.

“Welcome to the Slumber Party, please follow me,” she said. She took you to another door, this one smaller. “Please, enjoy your time here”, the lady said. She opened the door, and it led to another elevator.

“Is this a joke?” you asked Jeongin.

“We are almost there,” he answered.

You took the elevator and went to another floor. “This is the last one, I promise,” Jeongin said, once you were in front of another door. “Look, like I said before, we can leave whenever you want, okay?” “Okay,” you told him, feeling apprehensive. He opened the door, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. The place looked beautiful, with fancy furniture. There was a living room with some people inside, you couldn’t count how much but it looked like less than 15. Some of them were kissing, some were talking, some were having sex, some were masturbating. You looked at Jeongin and he was already talking to a girl that approached him. “An orgy,” you thought. You never knew Jeongin was into this kind of stuff. You saw there was a kitchen nearby so you decided to grab a drink. You grabbed a cup and started pouring whatever drink you saw in front of you.

“Hey baby girl,” a man said, getting closer to you. He looked tipsy, he had his shirt open and looked way too happy. “Hi,” you said, not interested. “My name is Dylan,” he said, while putting his hands on your hips and getting you closer to him. You were starting to feel uncomfortable. He was good looking but you definitively weren’t feeling attracted. “Hey!” Another man shouted. “Leave her alone!” “I just trying to get to know her, dude,” Dylan said. He saw the look on the man’s eyes and decided it was for the best to leave. You finally took a look at the other man and you were dumbfounded. He was handsome. He had dark hair, he was wearing black leather pants, a white shirt, and boots. He had some rings on his hands. He looked breathtaking. “Sorry for him,” he said. You looked at him. He had an intimidating look. “I-it’s okay”.

“Is it your first time here?” He asked you, pouring a drink into the cup he was holding. “Hm, yes. My friend brought me here,” you were looking at the floor, avoiding his eyes. “I can tell,” he laughed. “Do you… do you come here often?” you were feeling shy but you were too curious not to ask. “Uhm” the man smiled “I’m one of the owners, so I don’t have a choice”. “Oh…” you thought for a moment “you must get your dick wet very often then.” It was almost like a whisper, but he was able to hear it. He laughed, throwing his head back. “You are adorable,” he said, tilting his head while he looked at you. That man was way too charming, it was almost illegal. You took a sip of your drink, feeling your cheeks burning. “My name is Chan. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“That’s a pretty name,” he said in a lower tone. The way he was looking at you was making you go crazy, it was like he desired you, like you were the prey and he was going to hunt you.

“Come here,” Chansaid, leaving the kitchen. You followed him while he took you to a hall with several rooms, he opened the first one. It was a bedroom, with shades of red. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of it. It looked fancy like the rest of the place.

“Sit down,” he said, pointing to the bed.

You sat a the edge of it, looking at the floor. He was standing in front of you, he held your chin, forcing your face up so you would look at him.

“You are free to leave whenever you want,” Chansaid.

“I know.”

He ran his thumb through your lower lip before sticking it inside your mouth. You could feel that your panties were soaking wet because of the way he was seducing you. You sucked on his thumb making him bite his lips.

He took his hand out of your mouth and started to unbuckle his belt. “You are gonna give me a nice blowjob, princess”.

He pulled his pants down with his underwear, letting his dick free. It was veiny, above average, with a pink tip. It was gorgeous like everything about him. He got closer to you, standing between your legs so it wouldbe easier for you to do it. You heldhis dick and started delicatelypumping it, feeling it in your hands, he was so hard and warm, you felt your mouth salivate. You started to lick him from the balls to his tip, slowly. Chanhissed, without taking his eyes off you. You took the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking it before twirling your tongue around it while pumping the rest with your hand. He used his hands to hold your hair, making a ponytail, and while one was holding it, the other went to the back of your neck.

“That’s it, take my dick like a good girl,” he groaned, moving your head up and down. You felt his precum in your mouth, the taste was bitter but it only made you hornier.

He fucked your mouth a little more before taking his dick out of your mouth. “I would love to cum in your this cute mouth of yours,” he looked in your eyes “but I would rather do it inside of your little pussy.”

You gasped, finally realizing that this man was going to fuck you. This extremely attractive and charming man was going to be inside of you.

Chan held you by your waist and gentlythrew you in the middle of the bed. He took your cropped off, making you raise your body to slip it off, when you laid down again you noticed he was looking at your boobs like he was mesmerized. “Itlooks cute on you,” he said, before taking off your bra. He massaged your breasts making you bite your lips to hold a moan. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting itwhile playing with the other.

Then he started to unbuckle your skirt before taking it off. He took your boots off and pushed your stockings down, leaving you with only your panties on. You whined, upset that he wasn’t taking his clothes off, only with his pants and underwear down for when you sucked his dick.

“What is it, baby girl?” He asked, running his hand through your body, sending shivers through your spine.

“I want you to take your clothes off,” you answered, making an innocent face.

“Anything you want” He started to take his shirt off and you felt like you could explode because of how horny you were. His body was so muscular, without overdoing it, making him look delicious.

He reached for the bedside table and opened a drawer, taking a condom from inside of it. He put the condom on and got between your legs. He took your panties off and started to run his dick between your folds, you couldn’t control yourself anymore, you were dripping and he was teasing you. He saw your face and couldn’t hold his grin.

“Beg for it baby girl.”

“P-please, please fuck me” you moaned, looking into his eyes. You felt ashamed but it was too late for it now, you just wanted him inside of you.

You held on to his arm while he entered you slowly, he would go inside and out so you would get used to it. Every time he would go inside of you again, he would go a little deeper. Once he was fully inside, he held on to your waist and started to fuck you, his thrusts slow and deep. At this point you couldn’t control your moans anymore, you couldn’t decide if you should close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of him inside of you or if you should stare at him dumbfoundedly.

“Fuck,” Chan grunted. “You are so tight.”

“Please don’t stop.”

He started to go faster, sliding his hard member into you with ease because of how wet you were. The sound of skin smacking was almost as loud as your moans. He held your arms over your head. You had your eyes closed because everything started to feel overwhelming. “Look at me” he demanded. You tried hard to keep your eyes open, your cheeks burning from seeing the lust on his face.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you pretty slut”, you moaned loud after hearing him talking to you like that, you were close, you could feel it.

“Are you gonna cum for me, huh?” he whispered in your ear.

“Y-y-es. Yes.” you could barely answer him, feeling your high approaching. Chan started to play with your clit and it wasn’t long for you to cum on his dick. Your moans were loud and you were quivering, feeling the best you’ve ever had.

Chan turned you around, putting you in all fours. You had your head on the mattress as he started pounding on you, reaching for his own orgasm. You wish you could live in this moment forever, feeling him inside of you, hearing him moaning like that. He was amazing.

“I’m gonna cum” he said, before exploding inside of the condom. He kept lazily thrusting on you for a while.

“Fuck…” you said, tired and satisfied.

He laid down by your side, looking at the ceiling.

“By the way, answering your assumption,” Chan said, “I don’t get my dick wet often.”

You felt embarrassed, you completely forgot you made this comment.

“This business was my friend’s idea. Changbin, you probably saw him in the middle of the people in the living room,” he said humorously.

“With that being said, can I have your number?” Chan asked, smiling. You noticed the adorable dimple on his cheek.

“Oh,” you smiled at him. “You definitely can.”

You chatted a little before both of you decided to put your clothes on. You held your phone, and after saving his number, you saw that Jeongin sent you a message and you had two missed calls from him, which you didn’t hear since your phone was on vibrate mode.

“I guess I’ll have to go,” you sighed, feeling an ache on your heart. You didn’t want to leave.

“Let me walk to the door” he said, holding your hand.

He accompanied you to the living room, where you saw Jeongin sitting on a couch. Everybody was getting ready to leave, either putting their clothes on or already fully clothed. When Jeongin saw you with Chan, he didn’t had to ask questions, he just gave you a side smile.

Chan kissed your hand. “Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Me too,” you said, smiling at him. Chan turnedaround, looking and smiling at you and went to talk to a guy, probably Changbin, as you thought.

“I guess somebody had fun,” Jeongin said, as he was leaving the place with you.

“I guess so,” you tried to play it cool, but you couldn’t stop smiling, leaving with the hope that you would see Chan again someday.

[abybweisse]

💬 Can I confess that, once I knew about the Victorian trouser etiquette, that I assumed the reason Ciel wears shorts, is bc he still has the body of a 10yo? I know it's just Yana's choice, but suspense of disbelief made me think that's a good enough reason. He looks like a 10yo, which makes people view him as even more childish, and even less of a threat. And if he looks like 10, but dresses like an #Adult in the streets, people might focus more on him, than him just wearing childs wear.

💬 for random chat

It’s difficult to reconcile all of that with how our earl is trying so hard to be seen as an adult. And his shorts are about the only truly childish thing in most of his outfits. He’s got heeled shoes to add a little height, and he’s not wearing much of the brighter, more childish colors.

Most of the fancier outfits we’ve seen him in are from official art that’s never seen in the manga itself (fancy cover art outfits don’t count as canon within the storyline). Those strike me as Yana-san just wanting to make fantasy outfits for him — ones he wouldn’t really be okay with wearing otherwise!

The main culprits here (within canon) seem to be who’s dressing him up like he’s a doll: Sebastian literally chooses his outfit for the day and gets him dressed; Nina designs and makes most of the clothes (including the dress for Druitt’s party); Lizzie also plays dress-up with him by buying an outfit she sees and basically forcing him to wear it (ch2). There’s even a later scene (after the circus arc) where Sebastian says some of these clothing choices have gone too far, arguing with Nina to say her choice of ribbon color (red for his necktie) is too childish looking. Since Nina likes to design for women, as well as for boys under 15… and because she’s a personal fan of wearing shorts… she’d probably want to keep our earl in shorts as long as she possibly can. It’s a delight to her that he’s not growing (and that his waist size actually went down).

Truth is, sons of the British royalty and aristocracy are expected to wear shorts until they are 8.

So, he’s being dressed most of the time more like he’s 7, thanks to the shorts… but with some styling details that are more mature.

The oddest outfits (for him) in the manga canon (not including the party dress) are probably:

The one that Lizzie buys. It’s more like the fanciful outfits that Yana-san puts him in for official art, but they are never part of the manga canon. But where on earth did she see an outfit like this, as ready-wear, and decide to get it for him? It might be one of the things Yana-san wishes she could change about the early chapters, before serialization, but the mere fact Lizzie saw an outfit like this… for boys his size… hanging in a shop… suggests that some designer thinks this is good fashion for an aristocratic kid his size (not necessarily a kid his age), but Lizzie sees nothing wrong with dressing her (then) 12 year old cousin like he’s… 10? 7? So she picks it out for him as a gift.

The one designed by the tailor working for the demon cultist who buys the twins. And that gives me the eeriest feeling that it’s this same designer and tailor who later has a shop, where Lizzie sees the outfit for ch2, a couple years later. Both outfits are made for a 9/10 year old boy (size), and both have details that wouldn’t be typical of boy’s clothes… at any age. Perhaps Yana-san knew exactly what she was doing with that other outfit in ch2? In January 1886, that demon cultist is killed, and his tailor no longer has this wealthy client who appreciates their skills and designs. Just like Nina works for the Phantomhives but also has her own shop, this other tailor might have already had one, too. Still, a major client has been lost. The outfits for ready-wear might be a little less flashy than the ones the cultist ordered, so that they will better appeal to the general population… but these are still unusual fashions.

It’s no wonder, to me now, how our earl got so angry in ch2, particularly over the ring… when he’s wearing an outfit that might give him vibes from the night of horror we finally saw in ch135….

Keep in mind he dresses more appropriate for his age when he goes to Windsor to receive his title (11 or 12) and again when he’s at Weston (13). Even Nina gives him longer shorts (in ch66) than usual, so the long shorts and tall boots make that outfit completely cover his legs.

Seems to me that our earl particularly enjoys making Sebastian wear odd things, or at least placing him into situations where he has to change out of the butler uniform. He was too embarrassed by what Lau had for him to wear to be able to get a laugh at Sebastian’s expense. Everyone with our earl was forced to wear clothes they aren’t used to. But there are at least three times he’s had the chance to really turn the tables on the demon: 1. Lizzie shows up with a pink hat with fake strawberries hanging from it (ch2), 2. Lizzie shows up after the Campania with the nightgown, slippers, and sleeping bonnet (extra chapter), and 3. Nina makes Sebastian try on a bunch of outfits, and some of them are just bizarre (ch116). That last one has our earl even asking what the demon thinks about being treated as a doll.

I think that, most of the time, our earl just puts up with the clothing decisions made by others, and I’m not sure why these other people (particularly Sebastian, Nina, and Lizzie) think it’s a good idea to dress him up like a little kid, instead of the titled earl he’s supposed to be. People probably think he’s just very eccentric, because he should be wearing full trousers all the time now.

My, my. Methinks their creator is the one who really wants to play dress-up. No wonder the god of their world is smiling when misfortune strikes….

Anyone else think it’s weird that Finny also usually wears shorts, even though he’s a servant and working in the gardens? He’s wearing short trousers, that end just below his knees, and long boots that go up to the shorts. He should have full length trousers with knee patches.

[bottombaron]

the high school Winterbaron au that I'll never write~

Zemo transfers to an American school. his father caught him attending a protest and he can't have him undermining the Sokovian government so now Zemo is living at his estranged mother's house in America.

his mother, being American, means Zemo has dual citizenship. her and his father are separated but not divorced. (Zemo hadn't seen her since she left them when he was four so their relationship isn't great)

Bucky is part of the large friend group of avenger characters (Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor etc.) but he feels left out. it used to be just him, Steve, Natasha, and then later Sam. but now Steve is being pulled away by friends like Tony and girlfriend Peggy. Bucky has Sam and Natasha, but Nat is closer with Clint and Sam is naturally more outgoing and popular than Bucky is, with his own friends.

basically Bucky is feeling lonely as fuck.

due to a complex powder-keg of racism, American ignorance (on the avenger's side), and an already deep-seated resentment of the Starks' and the American forces bombing Sokovia (on Zemo's side): him and the 'avengers group' do not get along and are instantly at each other's throats

Zemo is constantly causing mayhem at school and trying to get kicked out and sent back home. everyone pretty much hates him and he's fine with that.

*vague plot hand wave* something happens, a bet between Zemo and the 'avengers' ends up with Zemo getting to take one of them out on a date and they have do what he says for the day

he chooses Bucky and everyone is thrown

Bucky hardly knows this guy and Steve and Tony thought it would be one of them. they try to refuse on his behalf but Bucky's not that bothered, '*shrug* he's like, what? 5 even?? (he's not) I could just pick him up and throw him if he tried anything (he could do that tho), i'll be fine.'

Bucky feels weird about it more because he's not a part of this fucking drama and now he feels like he's been made the center of it

Steve and Tony are fighting over his involvement in this mess (Steve is protective, Tony is dismissive) and Bucky is just tiRED

Zemo had simply noticed Bucky was being abandoned by his friends and thought he looked lonely like him. but he's also a little shit and too busy playing the villain (and having a blast thank you very much) to drop the façade

so Bucky and Zemo agree to meet at a mall for a 'date'

the mall Zemo chooses is huge and luxurious and Bucky already feels uncomfortable in it. he sits and waits in the food court where there's at least a Hot Dog on a Stick he can feel a little within his financial comforts

Zemo finds him and they're off walking the mall

they bicker, they banter, and of course Zemo is fucking weird. he's acting like they've been friends for years and excitedly showing Bucky all the window displays like Bucky isn't (technically) there against his will. but it's not uncomfortable enough that he isn't starting to catch onto Zemo's chaotic rhythm and enjoy himself a little

they start to talk in that sarcastic playfully teasing way. Bucky's dry wit and Zemo's sharp flirty replies work really well together and they're actually kind of having a good time

until Zemo reminds Bucky he has to do what he says for the day and takes him to a really fancy boutique and informs Bucky that his task is to try on some clothes with Zemo

Bucky instantly feels panic when he's in the store, it's too big and too crowded and there's actual security guards in three piece suits giving him the most judgmental looks as if he's a criminal

everyone knows he doesn't belong there and that he's small and dirty

he starts to have a panic attack

Zemo notices and pulls Bucky into a corner of the store, hands him a bottle of water and instructs him to focus on drinking the bottle up to the label. every sip of water he must take a deep breath like he's coming up for air in a pool. let it out. and take another sip. and repeat.

Zemo tells Bucky he's going to be right back and leaves to talk to someone important

Bucky doesn't notice when everyone starts to leave the shop

the doors close, the lights dim, the music stops playing current pop and plays something soft and old. when Zemo comes back Bucky is feeling a lot better

Zemo says he talked with the manager and they told him he and Bucky could have the next couple of hours by themselves in the shop, if Bucky was still willing that is

Bucky feels embarrassed but Zemo starts ranting about everything that's triggering in the store, like it was everyone else's fault and not Buckys'. it makes him feel less ashamed. 'it's these florescent lights, the doormen were assholes, that music hurt my head too, etc'. like what Bucky had just went through was perfectly normal and not something bad Bucky did on purpose or for attention like people normally make him feel.

he doesn't question how Zemo got everyone to leave and the store to soften (he actually doesn't know Zemo is rich, he never bothered to know Zemo at all. he was just the guy everyone at school hated)

the two of them spend the time running around like children with the store all to themselves, the only other person a butler-like-attendant that serves them champaign and cashews.

Bucky braces for Zemo to dress him up like he promised he would. he's expecting a trim three piece suit that Zemo was eyeing earlier or something equally uncomfortable. but with how surprisingly well Zemo had been treating him Bucky feels like he can indulge a small dress up party for the guy

he's surprised again when Zemo's wardrobe choices for him are sinfully soft cotton jeans, t-shirts, and the sexiest leather jacket he's even seen

they're clothes Bucky would have picked for himself and he feels great in them

Zemo for his part steps out of the dressing room looking like Elton John meets Cruella DeVil

the ugliest purple fur coat, heels with gold accents, and a crop top that says 'break my hole not my heart' on it

Bucky: that is the ugliest fucking outfit I've ever seen

Zemo: thank you, I love it 😎

Bucky asks why he wasn't forced to wear something more high fashion, Zemo answers that, 'while I would love to see you in a suit I know you wouldn't be comfortable in one. attractiveness is about comfort. my style isn't yours. I'm comfortable in things that you would never be in which is why I make this look good. and you look exquisite in that.'

Bucky blushes but doesn't disagree. he does however tease Zemo about his outfit. 'are you sure you actually pull that off?'

Zemo: oh hunny, I'm fuckable in anything

Bucky switches into his old clothes and whistles when he sees the price tag. 'I could never afford this' Zemo looks, 'ah yes , that is quite the ridiculous mark up.'

Zemo: which is why I was planning on stealing it ;3

and then he runs out of the store with all the clothes he picked out for Bucky, still in his gaudy outfit

Bucky is dumbfounded but quickly runs after him and they stop only after they're at the other end of the mall, out of breath

Bucky: the actual fuck, Zemo!

Zemo: *is wearing his ~who me? I've never done anything wrong in my cute little life~ face* :3

Zemo explains shoplifting is good actually fuck capitalism

and doesn't explain that the reason why they had control of the store in the first place is because his father is an investor and everything they ran out with was technically already bought the moment they touched it

but he doesn't want Bucky to feel indebted for the clothes or make him feel like he needs charity. and rebellion (even pretend rebellion) is funner

Bucky suspects everything is fine anyway because he's not an idiot but it's funner to pretend for him too

the fantasy world that they've created outside of their actual lives and drama, in this mall, on this day, is freeing

Zemo releases Bucky of their deal, the time having been completed

Bucky, instead of leaving, takes Zemo's wrist and guides him to Hot Dog on a Stick at the food court

he treats him to a $5 dinner and watches, trying not to laugh, as Zemo attempts to eat a corndog with mustard in a pair of white Versace cashmere pants

it's the best date he's ever had

[yanderemommabean]

Bean Submission

I'm mad and want Victoria, and I've read all of the stuff on her so imma write my own stuff about her!

Mafia/Sugar Mommy Victoria with a shy baby bunny reader darling ideas!:

You're her arm candy to everyone, but she knows you're truly her one and only. She just has to make it seem like she uses you to put you in a safer situation that if her enemies knew she adores you with all her heart!

Always dresses you in a skimpy tight dress for banquets, or grand parties, even though she hates how others look at you, she needs to keep up the charade that your just a pretty picture to her. But she does love how you doing to her and try to hide yourself from the others lustful gazes.

Thankfully, she's known to be possessive and jealous, so most people don't even speak to you at these parties, though a few foolish ones have come and flirted with you. Honestly, if you weren't so skittish, she would put a bullet in their heads right then, but she makes sure you don't see that stuff.

She has her most trusted men take you out to the car while she personally sees to the people who touched you. Most end up dead, a few ones who may not know about you or her just get a nice lesson, and the ones who really piss her off are kept alive, though they all wish they weren't

Meetings are her at the head of the table, and you resting at her feet on the floor (a nice dog bed under you to keep you from getting sore or cold) in another outfit she chooses. Sometimes she wants you in nothing, other times she wants you all snug in a sweater. Depends on the mood.

Many of her people have learned how she's feeling based on your clothing. If you're bare, she's pissed, but if you're all snug, she's pretty happy. Though it isn't a 100% sure fire way to tell, it does help.

Totally has a golden or pink collar for you. Golden for fancy parties and showing you off, and pink for everyday wear. Maybe a thick black one for "fun times" too.

Even if your her darling pet, she does know that you deserve some freedoms, as long as she's there to supervise. You have a corner in her office set up for your own hobbies (painting, reading, exercise, gardening, ect) and she takes you out on dates three times a week. One is a dinner, one is a shopping date and one is your choice (within reason of course!)

Shopping dates are her personal favorites, having you shyly model the outfits she or you have chosen, and how terrified you look when she enters the dressing room your in, clutching the clothes close to your chest and trying to maintain your modesty

Dinner dates are fun too, though she tends to be a bit of a tease during them, trailing her heel clad foot up your leg to toy with your inner thighs, all while ordering for you both.

If you choose to just cuddle for your choice date, she will flush slightly, not used to simpler things sometimes. She's a mafia boss, the simpler things are not as enjoyed as they should be. She enjoys binge watching tv shows the most, while you lean against her, and share junk food. Surprisingly, she LOVES popcorn and would eat just that if allowed.

Okay, so...naughty time!

She has a "playroom" setup for you both, mainly you. And honestly,you're terrified of it! All those chains and toys, and so many things you don't know about right there as she gently shoves you in, a hand on your lower back.

Probably has forced you to keep a vibrator in during a dates or meeting. Suddenly turning it all the way up, then turning it almost completely off when you get close. Or maybe forcing you to cum in front of her men, and overstimulating you through an entire briefing, all while telling you to quiet down, even though she knows you cant

Loves how her lipstick looks against the baits marks she's put on you, trying of different colours against your thighs before a party to find the best one. Though deep red is her favorite

Even though she probably likes the rougher side of things more often, she can still go nice and sweet. Usually holidays, or anniversaries, she'll set up a romantic dinner for you both, then make love to you instead of her usual fucking.

Obviously wants her darling baby to be happy, so she does take constructive criticism after each session during your aftercare and pillow talks. She personally enjoys you telling her what you liked or didn't like when she and you are both in the bath, her hands scratching your scalp as you lean against her.

When you're both in bed is when she wants quiet to just enjoy your presence, caressing your face, and looking at you fondly as she plans how to take you apart and put you back together again

(this kind of got away from me...i just wanna be her dumb little baby who just has to follow her around like a puppy, and not think!)

((I Love that she’s become an addiction for you bean LMAO -Mommabean))

[wyomwyom]

27 years old letter

Find it on ao3 here

Dadspy sprinkled with some Sniperspy

Edited by: @radiostaticc

Sniper was of course not the biggest fan for loud parties, but the kid is now 30, which he guess would make Scout not really a kid anymore, but who cares? He was the kid among them and shall stay forever. The little ankle biter who loved loud noises way too much, while alcohol not at all.

While most of the others were having fun being as drunk as one can get, Scout was at the table of gifts with his can of Bonk. Maybe it was how he sometimes did the same things, or maybe he spent too much time with his boyfriend, Spy. But Sniper noticed nervous movements on the Scout. Adjusting his clothes, like they never fit right; drumming on the can with one finger; briefly hugging himself with one arm. The kid was nervous to the brim and Sniper seemingly being the only one to notice, he decided to do something about it.

He walked up to Scout and put a hand on his shoulder, before greeting him, starting simple and kind.

"Staying out of the party? Your age is catching up to you kid?" he joked with a chuckle, relieved to see the other smile from it, but it didn't last long "What's wrong Scout?" he asked, low so it won't cause attention and not hide his worry. The fast runner got more nervous from the question. Chewing on his lips, looking around in fear that anyone else noticed, before giving in with a sigh.

"Can we go to one of your nests? I need air and privacy." he admitted.

"Sure kid, and don't worry. From the look of it, nobody will notice." Sniper said as they walked towards the front door of the base.

"Dear Jeremy,

When they reached the nest, Sniper gave the other time to say the problem. He was known for his patience and not many questions. So he waited. He watched as Scout finished his can of Bonk, tapped his foot on the wooden surface of the nest while getting his thoughts together and he waited as the problem was taken out.

Scout took out an envelope folded in half, looked at it for a little, before holding out for Sniper.

"My mom gave me this when I left home. Said dad wrote it to me when he left and I can read it when I turn 30. Problem is... I-I can't read. Doc said it's a normal dyswhat-the-hell. But I'm sure my da' didn’t know it was a thing I have when he wrote it. And just-"

"Would you like if I read it to ya?" Sniper cut in gently, grabbing the letter, but not yet taking it. Not until Scout released it and nodded as a silent answer. The envelope was already opened, so Sniper just had to take out the letter, unfold it and read it:

You're now old enough to maturely hear what I'm about to say. And old enough to be the age I was when I left you, your brothers, and your mother. I wanted you to have this letter at this age, so you can know how young and stupid a man can be in the age of 30. I also hope that you won't make the same mistakes by reading this and learning from mine.

When I met your mother and she boldly came up to talk to me, I knew that if a nobody like me can fall in love and not be alone in the feeling, then I should never let it go. But then I had to.

She never judged me and I never judged her for anything. She loved me the same way when I had to disappear for long times and I loved her the same way when she introduced me to her 7 sons.

Now before I say the next thing, I want you to know that you are not and never were the reason why I left you and your family. You were the brightest light in my life and still are, no matter where life takes us both.

These almost three years I could spend with you mean so much to me and it hurts so much that I had to leave. But my love for your family and you blinded me about how dangerous a job I actually had that put the bread on the table for the ten of us. I knew the moment when I received a letter with only your name on it, that I had to leave. I don't expect you to understand, or accept my choice. But I wanted nothing more than you to be safe. I made the worst choices in life, but loving my family was not something I could control. Your mother is the strongest woman this world has seen, so I know I'm going to leave you in good hands. She will protect and care for you, like I never could.

You can trust her in anything. I know, because I'm trusting her to keep the things she knows about me secret and give this letter to you when she knows it's time to face the truth of whatever lie she came up with. The truth of which is that I left to protect you and I still will always be with you. In the crowds, in the background, maybe even right next to you.

I'm going to do my best to keep you as close, but still as far to make sure you're safe and happy. Because that's what you deserve. You can say I'm an asshole and a coward, which you are right about. I was a coward for choosing running instead of fighting, but I know at this moment of writing this in your room, that I'm making a mistake. So I want you to learn from it. Love is the most dangerous thing a man can face and if you ever find it, please fight for it. Fight for the person, or people you love and they will fight for you if they're the right people for you. I didn't fight enough for you and your family. Which is why I could never ask for your forgiveness. All I can ask for is for you to never give up and know that you deserve to be loved.

Happy birthday Jeremy

With all the love from your dad"

Sniper had his own small pain in his chest by the time he finished, but it was nothing compared to the sobs he heard and saw when he looked up. He put the letter to the side and moved closer to hold the kid in a tight embrace. He was never a fancy pants, he couldn’t give two shits about Scout ruining his clothes, so he pulled the sobbing man close to his chest and let him cry his heart out. He deserved it. Even if Scout read, he couldn't imagine being alone after such a letter like this.

"Th-ank y-ou..." the boy hiccuped, before burying his face into the red shirt, trying to take deep breaths after feeling a hand caressing his back. "Freak-king asshole dad..." he tried to talk again with a little chuckle, but couldn't say more. So he leant his head against Sniper comfortably, the crying slowly calming down and soft snores taking its place.

With one hand, the sharpshooter put the letter back into the envelope and put it into his pocket before lifting up the kid bridal-style and carefully carried him down. He was happy to discover that the base was now quiet. Inside some retreated into their rooms, while others were sleeping in the living room. He walked towards Scout's room, pretending he didn't hear the extra pair of shoes failing to walk silently after them. After putting the kid into his bed, he put the envelope on the bedside table.

"Happy Birthday Scout." he whispered a last time, before leaving the room, closing the door after himself. "Come 'ere Spook." he said to the air, opening his arms.

"Merde." Spy whispered annoyedly for being found out, but still uncloaked and leaned into his partner's arms. "Bushman, I-'' he started worriedly, but got cut off by a kiss on his head

"I know Spook, I know. I love you too. You won't get away from me that easily." he comforted with a chuckle

"Liar..." Spy said, knowing Sniper too well to believe that anxiety is not eating him up about the letter and what he said about Scout's mom in it. He heard a sigh, before his head was lifted, so his lips could receive a gentle kiss.

"What if you take me to bed and show me just how much you love me then?"

"Sounds good, mon chasseur."