#the fifth cat is very camera shy

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter Six: When they realized then needed a bigger bed

Max Verstappen x reader x Charles leclerc x lando norris

Chapter Summary: Lando is a bit insecure, sleeping arrangements are changed, reader gets an ominous letter, Charles is furious with Ferrari

Warnings: anxiety, insecurities, creepy people, ferrari being idiots

Notes: so, hear me out here y'all. Any thoughts on adding a fifth 👀

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Lando spent the rest of the break with them. Or, as much as he could.

He felt like he belonged every time he was near them. Even if they were just sitting. He felt loved and wanted.

They hadn't officially said what they are yet. Lando has no idea where any of this is going. But for now, he's enjoying it.

The start of the season came around quickly. All of them are back to traveling around the world in now time.

Something new is in the air, however.

Covid had been a possible threat to their sport. It had already canceled other events and prohibited people from leaving their houses.

They got to spend a few days in Australia before being sent home. Ordered to tay inside.

Lando was terrified. He hates being cooped up, and he hates being alone. Two of his worst nightmares come to get him. The idea makes him want to vomit.

It's her idea that he stays with them. He practically lives there already anyway. Max is especially excited to have his gaming buddy in the same house, and Charles is glad that Lando is open to the idea of all this.

All of you hated the idea of not being able to leave the house. The only thing keeping everyone sane is each other.

The boys have taken to streaming. The setup in every room made to look like it's an entirely different house.

There have almost been a few close calls. Her awareness of tlwhen they have a camera on not the greatest. It's specifically difficult when all three odbthen are playing and she has nowhere to go.

Max took the main bedroom. Lando has been living in the guest bedroom and set up there. Charles has a corner of the living room. It leaves very few safe spots for her.

Their sleeping arrangement hadn't changed. Lando is still holed up in the guest bed. Despite all three of them making it known he could sleep with them if he wanted.

She saw the anxiety flashing through his eyes every time they brought it up. They'd tried talking to him about it it multiple times now only for Landonto shut down right before their eyes.

"You could just kiss him." Suggests Max one night like as the three crawl into bed.

"And send him straight into a panic attack?" Charles counters. His hands under his pillow and spine facing the ceiling.

"Have we ever considered that maybe he doesn't want this?" She ponders. Her arms wrap around her legs and pull them into her. Both boys just shake their heads. They'd all picked up on how he was testing certain boundaries. Slowly getting comfortable with being more touchy. He asks questions about them whenever he sees them do something new. Longing glances cast between him and the other three when they do something romantic.

“I think he’s just shy.” Charles voice is muffled by his head in his pillow.

“Maybe we need a slow start.”

~

Lando can’t sleep that night. The tossing and turning he’d been doing forever, not helping him. There are too many thoughts. There are too many wants. Not enough sleep.

He'd been listening to someone tiptoeing around outside. The hushed whispers of deep male voices. Sometimes, the cats would pur outside the door.

He was already when he heard someone softly knocking on the door. "Yeah?"

The door opens, revealing the outline of a female figure. She pads over to the bed and crawls in next to him. "Can I stay? The boys are snoring. Only if you're okay with it, though."

'"Yeah, sure, it's no problem. I can't sleep either, actually."

She slides herself under the covers and curls up into his sides.

He'd been more touchy with then recently. He didn't know the limits and it seemed like touch is a secondary form of communication. But this felt different. Seeing her completely relaxed, head on his chest and his arm now wrapped around her. It's more intimate. She's letting herself be completely vulnerable with him. Something very few get the privilege of.

He did even realize he fell asleep until he's awoken by another set of knocks. They just come in without knocking.

"Can't believe you left us." Charles feigns and exaggerates a look of heartbreak.

"You sounded like your engine at the start of a race." She counters.

Max keels over from laughing so hard.

None of them mention the way Lando is holding her. Neither of them make it awkward.

"Can we join you? You look so cozy." Max smiles at them. His voice raspy from his previous sleep.

"Sure, if it's not weird or anything."q

"Why would it be weird?" The girl on his chest asks. He looks at her, and there is genuine confusion in her eyes.

"I'm not - you know - with you guys."

"Do you want to be?"

He's grateful the lights are low because he can feel the heat in his cheeks. Everything in him wants to say yes.

"The offer is there Lando, if you want it."

He goes to sleep with that thought in his head. The presence of other people comforting enough to send his head into the bliss of unconsciousness.

~

The way they wake up in the morning is absolutely ridiculous. The girl is still on top of Lando's chest. The two of them are tucked protectively into Max. His arm managing to grip both their waists. Then Charles is sprawled across their legs.

He's met with pretty eyes batting down at him. A smile creeping on his face at the sight. "Is this normally how you wake up?"

"Depends on the night." She answers with a chuckle. He lets himself relax into the soft feeling of the bed. The other two males waking up slowly to the sun drifting in through the window.

"Why me? I don't add anything to the group."

"You don't have to add anything. Yourself is enough because we love you." She smiles. "Seb says I spent so much time away from people that now I have too much love to give."

The German had told her it's okay to want to love more than one person. It just means she has a big heart and wants to share it.

"Is it bad that I like waking up like this? With everyone?"

Max tightens his grip. "We can do this all the time, if you want."

Lando gains the biggest grin on his face. "I think I would like that."

"We're going to need a bigger bed." Comes Charles voice, muffled since his face is in the bed.

His comment making everyone giggle

Then three became four

~

They did manage to get a bed big enough for them. Instead of a set place they had previously, the file in where ever seems most comfortable for the night.

It didn't take long to move Lando in. He didn't have much left at his apartment anyway.

They did have to rearrange some furniture and get another dresser. Their original storage far from enough now. They'd give new purpose to the guest room by basically turning it into a closet. They are proud of their handiwork on that.

Now, if someone wants to stay with them, they'll have to explain why there is a room full of dressers and drawers. Not that they're complaining, though.

Lando had fallen right in sync with how they've been operating. Even adding his own things to their routine.

The four of them were on the couch just talking about anything and everything. Lando with his new hobbies, Max and his iracing team, Charles and his music, her with her new inventions.

They'd wanted to know for a while now what been keeping her attention. She'd done small projects up til this point, and now she had been working on the same thing for weeks. They had yet to figure it out.

Then Max's phone was ringing. Then went Charles. Followed by Lando. The three darting to seperate room to answer without bothering eachother.

She considered calling Seb. Only to cure her boredom while waiting for them to return. She called him and Hanna almost daily. They'd laughed when she told them about Lando. Seb commented that she's collecting drivers at this point. The joke made her laugh so hard she alerted the entire house.

It doesn't take long for Max to come back, practically jumping with excitement. "We can race again!" He cheers. His celebration continued by lifting her into his arms and swinging her around.

Charles and Lando do the same thing, and by the time they finish, the floor is moving beneath her. She had yet to get a phone call. She works for Ferrari, so she figures it will come soon.

She is, however, very wrong.

She gets a call from Mattia hours later. The boys exited to celebrate the return of their livelihoods with her when she comes back with the good news.

All three are shocked to see her return downcast. Her phone call lasts longer than the other three combined. They can't hear anything aisde from small sniffles.

She doesn't want to tell them what was said. She dosen't want to ruin their night with her problems.

Mattia had called just to tell her not to come anywhere near the garage. Somone had been leaking Ferrari designs and data to Redbull. The most likely suspect is her because she's dating Max, but that's their only evidence.

It feels wrong. She feels let down in a way. Did they really think she would do that?

She's drying her tears before they can see them, but they know. They'd seen her upset enough times to know when she's hurting.

Charles is the first to embrace her. The hug causes her to fall into him. She choked on her sobs as she hid her face in his chest. His fingers fall into the same soothing pattern that always calms her down.

"They think I told Max Ferrari secrets." She sobs.

The other three exchange looks of anger and confusion. Obviously, someone had done it if they had a reason to think this, but to blame it on her makes no sense. She'd been with them longer than Charles. She practically lived in the garage helping the mechanics.

"I promise I didn't, Charles. I could never hurt you and Seb like that."

"I know you didn't, mon chéri. You're too busy trying to help Max not crash his car. Our secrets won't fix that.

Lando bites his lip to hold a laugh in, and Max dramatically clutches at his chest. "I'm offended by this Charles. Next time, I'm crashing into you."

~

Their first day back, she immediately ran off to find seb. Only to hault in her tracks when she sees him in the Ferrari garage. She looks at Charles, who followed close behind since they needed to go to the same place anyway. "Can you tell Seb I'm out here and want to see him, please?"

The Monegasque nods understandingly and stalks off. Still angry that they've kicked her out of any Ferrari places in the Paddock.

Seb nods his head at Something Charles said, then comes in her direction. Despite the protocol, the German hugs her anyway. "I'm trying to sort things out, I promise."

"I'm alright, really, I'm just disappointed that they think so low of me after all these years." She sighs.

The engineers are looking at her with sad and longing glances. She was immensely helpful to their strategy and safety. Very few of them really believe what they've been told.

She spends her newfound freedom to see those she hadn't in months. Daniel's smile is still as big as the last time she saw it in person. Alex and Lily haven't changed a bit. George seems to have gotten taller over the break. Then Carlos, his jokes just as bad as when they last saw each other.

Pierre and Kika end up finding her. Pierre spent a good chunk of time with Charles, and though he hasn't said anything, she gets the feeling the Frenchman knows there's something going on.

She doesn't know where to go. Everyone knows her as the Ferrari girl. It hurts seeing everyone in red and wishes she could be there with Seb.

Redbull is out of the picture for now. If Seb is trying to fix things, that would make it worse. McLaren seems like a good option, but even then, she doesn't know if she'll be wanted.

She finds a corner of the paddock that's secluded and tucks herself away. Her mind is doing its best to try and escape the reality that she is no longer with Ferrari.

~

It seems nobody is going to disturb her. That she may get to sit here in peace. Until someone she doesn't recognize is standing in front of her.

He looks like a fan. "Excuse me, sir, do you need help?" She asks. Her voice made to be friendly since he's probably not trying to disturb her and she dosent want him to feel bad.

"Actually, I was looking for you." He fishes around in his pockets and pulls out a note. The envelope folded and creased and he hands it to her.

"He said he's nit finished with you." Is his only statement before turning on his heels and leaving her alone again.

~

She texted the boys that she was going to the hotel. The encounter left her with a sick feeling. She just made up some excuse about not feeling comfortable around the Ferrari garage. It's only Thursday. They won't miss her with their media duties to keep them busy.

Her fingers hold the crinkled envelope. No address or name on it.

Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she's ripping it open to soothe it. The letter itself is just a handwritten piece of white lined paper. Nothing special.

The contexts inside the note make her sick. She knows this handwriting. It's her father's.

Sentences about how he's going to come back for her when they let him off parole. How he's been spending his free time learning everything the government would teach him. He was a benefit to them and he is benefiting from them.

There are instructions about how to keep herself in top condition for when he is finally able to continue his work. To make her whole. To let her atone for her sins.

The room feels as if it's closing in on her. She can't breathe. All sense of reason lost to the idea she could be going back there.

But she's an adult now, right? He can't tell her what to do.

She tucks the note into her coat pocket. Praying the boys don't go rifling through her things. She's not going to tell them. Worry about what it could do to them eating her up inside.

They have jobs to do. She's just here now. Alone and lost. Just like all those years ago.

~

Traveling with the four of them makes trips fun. Somone is always getting up to something.

The constant banter filled with love and tender moments makes everything worth it.

She feels guilty for hiding what happened. The note still hidden in the same pocket.

She's analyzed every bit of it. Her free time still massive since Ferrari determined they are not taking her back. Charles and Seb have been struggling more since her departure. The mechanics are trying to make up for her speedy repairs, and the engineers spend more time looking and analyzing data.

The boys can see she's hurting. Charles sees it every time he's heading to the paddock. Lando notices when she looks at her old Ferrari shirts. Max can seem to pull her head away from trying to figure out who did leak the information. Terrified it could hurt Seb and Charles more if the same person is able to do it again.

Max had even made a statement about it along with Charles. Neither of them being heard.

She's basically glued to Lando now. The McLaren garage her new safe place since corners are now seemingly dangerous. They welcome her in with open arms. Lando enjoys sending pictures of her to their group chat, much to her displeasure.

Seb is the one who catches wind of redbull not having a second driver yet. Silly season in full swing with the German moving to Aston Martin, Carlos moving to Ferrari, and Daniel coming to McLaren.

He's over bugging Christian within minutes. Max being dragged with him.

"Just give her a chance. You trusted me once and I wouldn't lie to you. It could actually hurt my career more if you let her drive." Pleads the German.

Christian turns to Max. "Have you seen her drive?"

"Yes, and I can confirm that she fast."

"I'll Gove her one test drive to prove it."

Seb and Max are smiling in excitement. Max is rapidly texting the group. All of them cheering in the message stream.

A week later, she's able to test drive an older car. They geared her up. Her nerves settle in as she slips her helmet on and slips into the car.

All the boys are there to cheer her on. There are a few skeptical looks from people here and there, but they don't say anything.

She fires up the engine and waits for the go-ahead. Her mind fires up as well. Her fingers are getting every piece of information from the car she needs to get the best out of it.

Then engineers release her, and she drives out of the pits. Starting a slow lap to learn the car and track.

She lets small images in of what could happen. A possible spin on her third lap that can be avoided by staying on the inside of the turn. She's flying by lap three and is able to correct the mistake she saw herself make.

Her lap times are gradually getting faster as an engineer gives her data and things they want her to try.

It's not perfect, but she's fast, and she listens. She takes the corrections she's given and gives some feedback of her own. Even asking questions here and there.

She's signing the papers that afternoon. Seb having looked over the contract with her since she doesn't have a manager herself.

She calls Hanna first. The older woman practically screams into the phone, and the kids are chanting her name.

The boys are all over her that night. The four of them celebrate her monumental achievement. The smile doesn't leave her face all night.

~

The off-season is back, and she is busier than she's ever been. Max had to force her to set up every social media account under the sun. The PR team are attempting to get her out there so she dosent go into the season a stranger.

It's weird posting updates about her life for strangers. Though she will admit it is fun to see what her friends and partners post.

It's a controversial subject. She is hardly known and did a little racing prior but nowhere near the amount she should have to be in Formula 1, and she's female.

Some fans have taken a liking to her, and others are ripping her to pieces. She's incredibly glad the boys are there to help her navigate the shark infested waters of the internet.

Speaking of the boys, they've been trying to let her come to them. The guilt that's been eating away at her is showing in everything now.

Her smile drops when she thinks nobody is looking. She's struggling with simple daily tasks. She been more reserved than normal, and frankly, it's scaring them.

Lando decoded he wanted to try his hand at a new recipe, and Charles decided he wanted to be a menace in the kitchen. Max and their female quarter are lounging at the table.

Max is trained to notice small things. He has to as part of his job. So when her eyes flicker to the pocket of her blue zip-up, he knows something isn't as it seems.

"Is your jacket more interesting than me now?" He pokes. Trying to make light of her gloom and ease her into opening up.

Her eyes winden the smallest bit as she shakes her head no too fast for his liking. "Just distracted, sorry."

He can't take it. His instincts are clawing at the back of his mind that something is wrong and her jacket it the answer.

He throws himself over the couch, grabs her jacket, and then plops himself right back down next to her. Lando's frustrated wails echoing in the kitchen as he does so.

"I know something is bothering you and it's something to do with this jacket. Now, either I'm going to find out via investigation, or you can tell me." He quirks his eyebrows at her in a questioning look.

She's shaking now. Her face losing the slightest bit of color. Her hands find her head as the word no falls from her lips repeatedly.

Max places a hand on her knee. "Whatever this is, we'll get through it together, all of us. We want to help you, okay? But we can't do that if you shut us out." He keeps his voice steady and soft. The words he said resonate with her.

She reaches her hand into the pocket and pulls out a letter. Her fingers tremble as she hands it to him to read.

Max takes it cautiously. He can see the panic increasing in her body language. The note crinkled as he unfolds it. His eyes scan furiously over the words.

It makes sense why she's been distant, he thinks. The letter obviously causing her to pull away in case something happened to her.

Max tugs her into his side. "We're not going to let anything happen to you. Honestly, I think Seb may actually start a war if something does."

A ghost of a smile tugs at her lips. "I'm sorry for not telling you. It was just scary how it all happened."

"I understand why you are so scared. Just remember you have three very protective boyfriends who won't let him anywhere near you."

"Seb says he wouldn't be shocked if we get a fifth at this rate."

"Honestly, I don't think any of us would."

The moment is interrupted by shreiks from the kitchen. "Charles! You ruined it!"

~

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[spreadssheets]

found this on my old facebook page and i'm supposed to be working so naturally i'm doing this instead

1. Real name → spreadsheet or talls 2. Nickname(s) → talls, tally, headshrimp, doe, ss 3. Status → alive 4. Zodiac sign → leo 5. Male or female → lmao. naw. 6. Elementary School → too many 7. Middle School → too many 8. High School → graduate  10. Hair color → black 11. Long or short → long 12. Loud or Quiet → yes 13. Sweats or Jeans → currently wearing slacks 14. Phone or Camera → phone 15. Health freak → does helth count 17. Do you have a crush on someone? → not really, no 18. Eat or Drink → drink 19. Piercings → ears 21. Water or Fire → listen to me. i have this very interesting idea about a water bender that can heat water. NOT a fire bender. a water bender, but i haven't done any research on what happens to water molecules when they heat up and how a bender of ONLY water could do that, but like i figure if water benders can make ice they can probably ALSO heat water? food for thought 22. Love of your life or 4 Billion Dollars → i'm gonna take the money because with 4 billion dollars my ass can save LIVES. i don't care about falling in love with someone romantically, i just want to help people. FIRSTS:  23. First fear → abandonment 24. First best friend → mindy 25. First award → most improved in science or something 26. First crush → some guy named scott 27. First pet → sherikhan 28. First big vacation → not sure i've ever done one of those 30. First big birthday → fifth? ninth? who can remember their childhood. not this bitch. CURRENTLY:  49. Eating → fruity pebbles 50. Drinking → pinot noir 52. I'm about to → finish this thing i'm working on 53. Listening to → starstruck - christopher wilde 54. Plans for today → the days over bestie it's like midnight 55. Waiting for → me to get my head out of my ass and finish this stupid newsletter for my fucking job so i can go to bed. YOUR FUTURE:  58. Want kids?→ who has money for that  59. Want to get married? no lol 60. What careers do you have in mind? considering i'm 10 years deep in a marketing and communications career, i obviously want to leave all of that behind to own a bookstore in a sleepy sea side town in ireland WHICH IS BETTER WITH GUYS/WOMEN?  68. Lips or eyes → eyes 70. Shorter or taller? → idk man 72. Romantic or spontaneous → no thanks 73. Nice Legs or belly?→ i'm telling on myself, but belly. when bellies are just delicately round i'm like ohhhh noooo. 74. Sensitive or loud → sensitive 75. Hook-up or relationship → seeing my old answers knowing i'm aroace is a whole fuckin thing 77. Drama or Super Shy → i did used to go by the nickname drama HAVE YOU EVER:  80. Lost glasses/contacts → yea 81. Ran away from home → yea but it was like down the street for a few hours nothing major 82. Hold a gun/knife for self defense → i'm femme presenting. OBVIOUSLY i have. 83. Killed somebody → i'm too nice for th at 84. Been Heartbroken → oh a bunch 85. Been arrested → unfortunately 87. Cried when someone died → yeah DO YOU BELIEVE IN:  89. Yourself → not really 90. Miracles → i'mma need one to find a new job 91. Love at first sight → no 92. Heaven → yes, but also no? 93. Santa Claus → i believe in an arch elf named bernard tbh 94. Sex on the first date → this is such a weird question because i'm aroace but i've done this before. but i also thought the only way to receive love was through sex. so i doubt i would do this now. i just don't really care about sex. 95. Kiss on the first date → barf. ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:  97. Is there one person you want to be with right now more than others → i can't really think of anyone i wanna be with. maybe nelly? i miss her. but tbh i'm perfectly content being home with my cats 98. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → yes and no 99. Do you believe in God → i don't know how to answer this

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[bosspigeon]

if you're still bleeding

Pairing: Jax/M!Merc

Words: 2657

Summary: Jax should know better. He should know to mind his own damn business. But, unfortunately, he's well beyond "knowing better" now that he's gone and gotten tangled up with an unhinged mercenary with more knives than sense, and the scars that say the chances of him finding any sense are slim to none.

and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

we're setting fire to our insides for fun.

collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,

it was a flood that wrecked this home.

- "Youth" by Daughter

CW for: implied/referenced sex, sexual humor/innuendos, references to blood, violence, and trauma, and implications of kink

Knox is a man with scars.

Jax has plenty of his own, of course, but Knox has a lot of scars. There's a story to most of them, too, and he's never shy about telling them. Hell, half the time he tells those stories completely unprompted, whether you want him to or not.

There's a scar on his chin from where Royal told him he couldn't knee slide the entire bar. There’s the ugly knot of scar tissue where his left arm used to be, where the port to his prosthetic is grafted on. There's the scar in his stomach from the mook Jax had to help him bury. There's a scar on his lip where he bit himself too hard with his freakishly sharp teeth trying to keep quiet while Jax bent him over the hood of his car outside Saints and Sinners in the wee hours of the morning.

He's particularly happy to blab the story about that one to anyone who'll listen.

But he doesn't talk about the scar across his throat.

As little clothing as he tends to wear on the day to day, ("As little as I can get away with," he says with a sleazy wink) his neck is always covered. High-collared shirts, a jauntily knotted scarf, decorative chokers and heavy leather collars always keep it covered. He'll flash his tits before he'll show his throat—but in all fairness, it's not really all that hard to get him to flash his tits.

Jax didn't even see the scar until the fourth or fifth inadvisable hate fuck, at which point he was beginning to think he didn't hate the merc quite as much as he thought, considering he kept letting the little bastard in when he showed up at the door out of nowhere—and didn't shoot him when he decided to forgo the door entirely and come in through the window. (Jax still can’t be sure how he even got to the window, seeing as Jax lives in an apartment well above ground level, but he figures he’s better off not asking.) He didn’t think to ask about it until he’d actually lost count of how many inadvisable hate-fucks there’d been, and when they’d progressed somehow from inadvisable hate-fucks to still pretty inadvisable but otherwise amicable casual fucks.

Knox was loose and relaxed, quiet in a way Jax didn't even think was possible when they first met. And, to think, all it took was shoving him face down into the pillows and thoroughly wearing him out. Usually, he rolled out of bed as soon as his legs could hold him again, commandeered Jax's shower, and used half a bottle of his expensive conditioner before he disappeared without so much as a thank you. This time, he stayed. He sprawled gracelessly across Jax's sweat-stained silk sheets, arms stretched over his head, eyes half-closed and his ever-smirking mouth curled into something softer... almost sweeter.

Jax doesn't know what possessed him to roll over, to reach out and touch, but he did. He started at the inner thigh, the bruises he'd left with teeth and then fingers, a rumbling of possessive pride stoking the banked coals of satisfaction in his belly. His knuckles skimmed the soft curve of the merc's belly, the angry red scar tissue of that knife wound, then higher still. Inked into his sternum is a coyote skull, surrounded by boldly outlined flowers that curve along the underside of his breasts. Jax was almost surprised by the softness of the design, especially in comparison to the rest of the merc's ink, like the crude stick-and-poke perforated line and little pair of scissors right above his prosthetic, or the dirty pinup of some generic muscled pretty boy on his bicep, or the peach on his inner thigh that bears an artful addition of a T-dick very much similar to Knox’s own.

He wondered vaguely if the flowers meant anything to Knox.

Before he could dwell on the uncomfortably tender direction his thoughts had taken, his fingers travelled upwards, flicking absently at one of the heavy, angular piercing through Knox's nipples. Knox huffed a rough laugh, watching the progress of Jax's hand through eyes narrowed to dozy, yellow slits.

He traced Knox's collarbone, and his body was all but melted into Jax's bed, soft and pliant. Like he belonged there.

And then Jax’s curiosity got the better of him. He saw the scar, a thin line, pale with age, but standing in stark relief against Knox's tanned skin. It sits at a bit of an angle, slicing across the middle of the merc's throat.

The second his fingers made contact, skimming that raised line of flesh, he knew he'd fucked up.

Knox's body went taut for a split second, and that was all the warning Jax got before Knox was twisting his wrist hard enough for the bones to grind together and snarling in his face like a wild animal. If his knives weren't two rooms away in his discarded pile of clothes, Jax knows he would have lost fingers.

For once, Knox didn't say anything. For once, he was dead silent, mouth a grim sneer, eyes flat and hard. He shoved Jax roughly off him and rolled out of bed. He didn't look back once, stalking out of Jax's bedroom naked, every inch of his compactly muscled body vibrating with tension. Jax heard the rustle of clothes, the jingle of buckles and zippers and a half dozen knives, and then the front door slamming shut.

He didn't see Knox again until Orla called them in for another job, and it was as if nothing had happened. He was his usual smug, annoying self, not a single break in his usual facade of irreverent humor and Napoleonic bravado.

And maybe some of Knox's reckless stupidity is rubbing off on him, because Jax can't shake the curiosity that grips him, even now. He shoves it down, naturally, because he doesn't want the batshit merc to get twitchy on him again when he's got enough knives on him at any given time to outfit a military squadron. Hell, for all Jax knows, that's the end of it. He's not going to go crawling back to Knox (even if the sex is really fucking good—it's always the crazy ones, isn’t it?) and he knows Knox won't come to him first.

Except he does, dragging Jax into one of the back rooms after a meeting with Orla, shoving him against the wall, and dropping to his knees. Things go right back to normal after that, or as normal as they ever are with Coyote Fucking Knox. And as normal as they can be once Orla oh-so-sweetly reminds him there are cameras in the back rooms, and if he doesn't want stills of his dick forwarded to the entire Mirage gang, he'll keep his and Knox's exhibitionism where she doesn't have to see it.

So Knox continues to invade Jax's privacy, steal petty shit from his apartment and/or pockets, and loudly demand that Jax fuck him hoarse (-er) if he wants him to shut up.

And he winds up tangled in Jax's sheets again, sprawled out on his belly with one leg tossed over Jax's thigh, his face smashed into a pillow, one smug yellow eye watching Jax try to catch his breath beside him.

He could let it be. It's not like this is anything but a convenience. Some fun between… well, they're definitely not friends. Coworkers, if anything, and even that's pushing it. For a while, Jax considered it a fair trade for dealing with Knox's bullshit constantly. Now, it's becoming a pattern, and when it comes to semi-regular sex with a stab-happy mercenary, patterns can be dangerous.

But he can't kill the curiosity.

He figures his best bet is being blunt. And maybe getting ready to dodge in the very likely event things go south. He doesn't touch this time, at least not where they aren't already, Knox’s knee between his legs, the skin feeling a bit feverish and clammy as the sweat cools. The urge to touch is still there—he left some nice bite marks on Knox's shoulders he'd like to reacquaint himself with—but he ignores it for now. He rolls onto his side, meets that one yellow eye with quiet consideration, and props his head up on his hand.

Knox must read the change in his face, because he goes from cat-got-the-cream contentment to a warily curious tension. Jax just goes right for the throat, so to speak. “Any chance of hearing the story behind that one?” he says, casual as anything, and nods in the vague direction of Knox’s neck.

There’s a growling noise building up behind Knox’s teeth, but he bites it back. He smiles, but it feels feral, like an animal baring its teeth looks like a smile, but it's really a threat. It looks brittle, like it'll shatter if he tightens his jaw any further.

Jax gives in to the urge, reaching out to touch, fingertips skimming down the mercenary's spine. A shiver ripples across the skin. He’s not sure if it’s the right move, but at this point, if you’re going to Hell...

“I don’t know,” Knox says flatly, and Jax is almost shocked he answered at all. There’s no inflection, no mirth. Just that broken-glass smile.

Jax snorts. Knox never fucking shuts up, that much is true, but Jax isn’t stupid. He knows when someone’s talking a lot and saying nothing of importance on purpose, and he also knows when Knox can’t deflect, he lies his ass off like he was born to do it. Even Orla barely knows anything about her least favorite favorite merc or where he came from, though the chances of her caring enough to even try to find out are slim to none. Still, he has no idea what the mercenary even has to gain from lying, especially here. "If you don't want to say anything, just tell me to fuck off."

The knife edge smile stretches wider. Tips closer to the breaking point. "Fuck off," he echoes like a parrot.

Something starts to uncurl in Jax's gut, something burbling and acidic, a nasty niggling feeling he can't quite name. "You're serious," he says, and he doesn't want to believe it, mostly because he can't imagine someone like Knox taking that sort of… personal unknown well. “Nothing?”

The smile cracks, and Knox lifts his head so Jax gets the full effect of it. His eyes are wide, wild, and suddenly that smile is too big for his face. Slowly, he sits up, and there's the scar. Old and faded, but splitting his throat neatly and boldly from east to west. He drags his thumb across it, digs it in hard enough the white scar tissue goes a bit pink. He laughs. He's never had a pleasant laugh, rough and raspy and mean. Somehow, this one is worse. “Not a lick,” he drawls, and the effort it takes him to sound so casual almost makes Jax cringe. “There’s a reason Orla found me in the fuckin’ bargain bin.” He taps his temple, his messily painted nail clicking against the chip in his head.

Jax’s eyes flick down to the scar, frowning deeply. It doesn’t make sense. Knox is deflecting again, he has to be, but there’s something in the way he’s holding himself, the tension radiating from him, the way he slumps against the headboard of Jax’s bed with his knees pulled up, not quite close enough to hug to his chest, but more like he’s thinking about it, resisting the urge to physically hold himself together and risk looking weak.

"I have nightmares, sometimes," he admits, so soft the syllables catch on the rough edges of his ragged voice. "They never make any fucking sense. I'm just… I'm choking. Something’s cutting into my neck, and there’s someone behind me, and I know them, but— But I'm guilty? I don't know for what." He laughs, bitterly brittle. "Could be fucking anything. Got a lot to be guilty for that I can remember, never mind what I can't."

He inhales, and it sounds like it hurts him, like his breath is made of shards of glass. He drags his hand down his face until he can curl his fingers around his throat so the scar doesn't show. "I just know there's this perfume Orla wears that makes me want to climb the fucking walls and I don't know why. I think I know how to play the piano, but I can’t even look at one without wanting to smash it to pieces. Sometimes I hear some… some fucking opera song, or some shit? And I know the words, and I want to sing along, but then my voice just—just cracks, and I feel like… like a broken fucking wind-up toy? It's like my head doesn't remember anything, but the rest of me does and it makes me so fucking angry. What am I missing? Why does it matter?” His voice hitches dangerously, and there’s a stab of panic in Jax’s belly, his hands twitching like they want to—to reach out? “Why can’t it just leave me the fuck alone?"

Knox squeezes his own throat so hard the skin dimples around his fingers and bleeds white where he’s cutting off bloodflow. His shoulders tremble. There's something in the furrow of his brow, the twist of his mouth, that says angry isn't the only thing it makes him, but he either doesn't have the words to say it, or he just won't, not even to himself.

The silence falls again. Jax always thought he preferred silence where Knox was concerned. Turns out he was wrong. This silence is brutal, heavy and choking and just… wrong. When Knox does see fit to break it, it's with a loud exhale that almost makes Jax start.

"Would you look at the time," the merc says loudly, shaking out his bare wrist and looking at it critically. Jax could almost laugh. Knox tosses his legs over the edge of the bed smiling crookedly over his shoulder. "I should really head out, huh? Don't wanna overstay my welcome."

Before he can think, Jax snaps a hand out and catches Knox’s hip, squeezing. Not enough to stop him if he really wants to go, but enough to give him pause. Once again, Jax counts himself lucky they rarely make it to the bedroom before one or both of them are naked, which means all those knives are somewhere by the door, or scattered across his coffee table, or in the leather jacket tossed over the back of his couch. Coyote turns slightly, just enough to eyeball him. Just one yellow eye.

There's a lot Jax could say, a lot he even wants to, but there's something raw in that one yellow eye, something wary and broken that just wants to hide somewhere quiet and lick its wounds. They've been at this for way too fucking long at this point, Jax should know what to do with that, shouldn't he?

Maybe he does.

He snorts. "When the fuck have you ever cared about overstaying your welcome?" He smacks Knox's hip just on the wrong side of gentle, and rolls over. "You're not leaving until you help me change these sheets. Hell, maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll let you back in bed after we shower."

He pushes up to his feet and stretches out the kinks in his muscles, allowing himself to luxuriate in the pleasant soreness leftover from their romp. Knox is quiet behind him, and he can't really think of when he actually started to trust the crazy bastard enough to turn his back to him.

Knox makes a rough little sound, something not quite a laugh. "Is that an order, Sir?" he asks, low and raspy-sweet.

Jax glances back with a raised eyebrow. "Do I need to make it one?"

#remember you will die #rywd #vapolis #rywd jax #rywd fanfic #rywd merc #pidge writes #oc: coyote knox #idk take the warnings into account for ur own comfort #this is more about the vulnerability and the tenderness between two deeply emotionally stunted idiots #anyway i have been picking at this on my bus rides to/from work for the last week #and performing narrative surgery to fix a screwup (bc i cant read apparently gfhdjg) proved to be a solid warmup #for diving into those comms #so uh #here we go! #enjoy i guess!

[atiny-piratequeen]

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝑴𝒆 𝑪𝒉. 𝟑/𝟒

Pairing: Poly OT8 (Yeosang Focused)

Genre: Smut, PWP

Word Count: 8k

Rating: 18+

Tags: Smut, Established Poly Relationship,  Self Esteem Issues, Everyone’s a Switch, First Times, Cum Sharing, Blow Jobs, Biting, Gangbang, Fingersucking, etc

Summary: Yeosang is a very shy man. Everyone knows this.But he’s fed up of his shyness and insecurities being the reason he’s left out of sexual activities from the others. He wants them to look at him like they look at each other

AO3

Chapter One| Chapter Two| Chapter Three| Chapter Four

Taglist: @readbeneaththelines @kwonnansi @vvnte

"-and then he just...walked away." Yeosang finished explaining, having nearly paced a hole through the floor as he recapped the previous night's events to Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung.

Also known as: the trio that he's actually done sexual things with.

Wooyoung hummed, his head in Hongjoong's lap as their leader idly ran his fingers through his hair. Jongho was situated on the floor, a small amused smile playing on the maknae's face as he watched the fourth oldest hyung panic.

"From the sounds of it, we've opened Pandora's box. San's gonna eat you alive, Yeosangie." Wooyoung finally mused, subtly nuzzling his head closer to Hongjoong when he scratched a certain area of his scalp.

"What does that mean?!" Yeosang snapped, pivoting on his heel to point at his blonde boyfriend.

"He means San's now got his focus on you. Which is good for you. Or bad, if you don't have a lot of stamina." Jongho tried to elaborate, but his response only drew a wide eyed stare from Yeosang.

"Here, let me try and help-" Hongjoong cut in, waving his hand until the three men looked at him.

"San is a bit more...predatory when it comes to sex. Not in a bad way, though. But while Woo-ya or Mingi-ya are more straightforward with what they want and when they want it-" Hongjoong trailed off, tapping his chin as he looked for the words. He snapped his fingers after a moment, sending Yeosang a smile.

"San likes to seduce. He loves cat and mouse games when it comes to sex. It usually starts with some innocent back hugs and typical skinship-which he loves Wooyoung the most in that department-but then it goes to subtle grinding, groping, and stuff like that. San likes to drive us crazy so we'll come to him instead of him coming to us and presenting himself, if that makes sense." The blue-haired rapper explained.

Yeosang felt his heart skip.

San was going to make him approach him? Would he even have the backbone for that?

"Don't worry, Yeosangie! You've experienced a lot the past few days and if last night as anything to go by, you’ll do fine when it comes to putting San in his place.” Wooyoung grinned, smiling wide at Yeosang. The older man felt heat creep up to his ears as Hongjoong and Jongho exchanged a look with one another before smiling.

"Yeah, you can always tease him, too. Beat him at his own game. It works like a charm when I do it." Hongjoong cooed, chuckling when Wooyoung kissed at his wrist.

Yeosang bit his lip before he began his pacing once more.

Beat him at his own game, huh? --

Yeosang stared up at the ceiling as he collected his thoughts. The singer had declined going out with the others today as they all scattered to go on their own little dates to close out the last few days before comeback.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa left to the label so their leader could work on some beats in the studio. No doubt, Seonghwa tagged along to make sure Hongjoong didn’t exhaust himself in there.

Wooyoung, San, and Mingi eagerly departed to watch a scary movie that had just hit the theaters. Or, rather, San and Wooyoung dragged the tall rapper to the theater to watch the movie, knowing full well how it would turn out. Yeosang was tempted to come along, but he knew he’d be just as bad as Mingi when it came to jumpscares and other scary things.

Yunho headed to the internet cafe to play games and while Yeosang did enjoy playing, he couldn’t quite keep up with the older man.

Jongho left with his gym bag around his shoulder, and everyone knew better than to try and accompany the maknae when he did personal training. He’d push them to the limit and Yeosang wanted nothing to do with the soreness that would come from the workout.

Now a different type of soreness…

Yeosang squirmed, feeling heat creep up to his face before he glanced at his phone. San had sent the group chat a picture of him, Wooyoung, and Mingi grinning and holding their tickets up before they went in.

Mini Hong: Just make sure you don’t do anything inappropriate when the lights go out.

Shiber’s Dad: I have no idea what you mean.

Angry Bird: Really? Because last time we went to the movies, your hand kept finding its way onto my cock, San.

Apple Butcher: Not to mention the time Wooyoung-hyung gave me a blowjob during one of those rom coms.

Elmo’s Giggle: Yah! Don’t bring me into this! You enjoyed it, anyway!

Shiber’s Dad: Oh no, look at the time, we gotta go, byeeeeee.

Mini Hong: Convenient.

Yeosang blushed as the others went back and forth, the thought of San palming and stroking him during a movie and him trying to keep quiet riling him up more than he expected. Biting his lip, he opened the chat once more, pulling up the folder that kept all the pictures, gifs, and videos in it.

It didn’t take much scrolling for him to find the nudes the boys had dropped in the chat. The most recent being San’s video from the other day with Jongho, Yunho, and Mingi. Yeosang bit his lip and started the video, watching the confidence roll off the younger vocalist in waves. By the end of the video, Yeosang was throbbing in his pants, and he decided to go further down the rabbit hole.

He was alone, there was no reason to be shy.

Yeosang scrolled down, finding a video of Mingi recording himself, eyes barely open as he pressed a buzzing vibrator deeper into himself. He groaned, the lower octave of his voice reverberating through Yeosang’s head. The brunette whined, watching Mingi spread his legs wider for the video, eyes nearly rolling back as he came minutes later, cum shooting upwards and covering his fist.

The next video was Seonghwa pinning Yunho to the bed, kissing his shoulder as he rolled his hips sharply, fucking the taller idol as he looked into the camera. Yunho’s thighs shook as he bowed his head down, muttering incoherently as Seonghwa rocked into him, purring into his ear.

“God, you’re clenching me so tight, Yunho. Were you waiting for this?” He cooed, kissing the shell of Yunho’s ear. Yunho whined in his grip, panting as he clearly creeped closer to his climax. Seonghwa continued his sultry sweet nothings until Yunho fell apart in his arms, his bleary eyes looking up at the camera Seonghwa had set up in front of them, making eye contact as he moaned. The older idol came soon after, muttering something about Yunho taking every drop before that video ended.

Yeosang was so hard it hurt. He peeled off his shirt, suddenly feeling like it was much too tight. He shimmied his hips, easing his pants down his body before he kicked them aside. Yeosang pulled his lip between his teeth as he looked for more videos and images that were dropped in the chat. He wrapped his free hand around his cock, mewling as he stroked himself, eyes fixed on his phone screen.

He found everything between Hongjoong fucking Wooyoung against a wall to Jongho recording himself sucking San’s cock.

It didn’t take long before he was whimpering to himself, on his fifth short video when it suddenly dawned on him.

He could take his own.

Yeosang’s hand stilled as he mulled the idea over. He’d never sent anything of his own to the chat besides some selcas, pictures of food, or pictures he took with his drone. Whenever he interacted with the chat when the others were being dirty, it was only a few flustered comments here and there.

Yeosang swallowed thickly, rolling up to his knees as he found a place to put the phone, shuffling back after he switched it to front-facing and hit record. He glanced at the screen a few times, blushing as he saw himself.

The brunette bit his lip, spreading his legs once he was comfortable against his pillows and pulled up sheets. The brunette wrapped his hand around his cock, resuming his languid, leisurely pace from before. Slowly, he allowed himself to get more into the feeling, freeing his lip from his teeth to let his soft moans fall from his lips.

"D-do I look good for you? Would you hurry home for me?" He whispered, glancing at the camera as he stroked his cock faster. His heart was hammering in his chest, though he couldn't help the extra edge of excitement ran up his spine. The other boys were all out in public, how would they react once he hit send?

That thought alone made Yeosang's hand work faster, a trembling moan bouncing off the walls in his room.

"H-hurry, someone come play with me, too." He whined, hips jolting as his thumb rolled over his head, smearing precum from the action. His head fell back, fist pumping faster as he imagined the boys' hands all over him.

Mingi's low voice growling in his ear, fingers laced in his hair. Seonghwa dragging his nails down his thighs. Wooyoung pressing butterfly kisses to his face and cheeks. Hongjoong leaving those nipping kisses across the cream-colored canvas of his ass. San's skilled lips wrapped around his cock, those intense eyes locked on his. Jongho dragging his teeth over his dark nipples. Yunho buried deep inside of him, fully seating him on his cock.

"Oh my god."Yeosang moaned, lifting his hips as he felt fire ignite in the pit of his stomach. The thought of all of them on him, on each other, at the same time was something he never thought about in great detail.

But god, was his mind fixated on it now.

"More, more, more~" he mewled, thighs trembling as he gave one of his nipples an experimental pinch. The keen that left his lips was downright dirty as he continued pinching and rolling the small nub.

So immersed in his playing and how close he was creeping to release, he missed the sound of the front door opening in the dorm.

"I-I'm gonna cum...o-ohh~" he groaned loud, stroking himself fast, eyes nearly rolling back.

Later, when reflecting, he'd realize he was a lot more vocal than expected.

"So close, so close. P-please watch well, okay?" He mewled, not even realizing all of the embarrassment and hesitation from earlier had melted away the more he thought about the others doing this with him. Their eyes all on his body, growling and cooing sweet nothings and pure filth to him. Treating him with gentle hands at times, but groping and clawing at him roughly at others.

Yeosang let out a soft moan that caught in his throat as his hips tensed, cumming after a few more pumps of his cock, lips parted in a soft 'o'. He stroked himself through his orgasm, whining in delight at the mess all over his hand. He made a show of licking his own fingers, purring at the sweet taste of his own cum before he scooted over to the camera, picking it up to send a shy smile and a wink into it.

"Let's play together soon, okay?" He proposed, ending the recording quickly afterwards and pressing send before he could try and back out of it. As soon as it was sent, he let out a small scream, flailing into his pillow.

"I can't believe I did that, oh my god-"

"I can't believe it, either. But it was unbelievably hot." Came a voice from his door.

Yeosang jolted, head snapping towards the direction of the door to find Yunho standing with a small bag from the convenience store down the block.

"H-hyung! I thought you were at the internet cafe…" Yeosang trailed off, swallowing thickly as Yunho eyed him, a kind smile on his face, but undeniable lust in his eyes.

"The cafe is closed for today because of the electrical issues in the area while some kind of construction goes on, so I came home. I felt bad about you being alone so I bought sweets for you." He explained, holding up the bag slightly. Yeosang nodded slowly, though he couldn't tear his eyes away from Yunho.

"How long h-have you been...in the doorway?"

Yunho thought about it for a moment.

"I heard moaning when I came in. It looked like you were playing for a while. You said something about watching well and I couldn't take my eyes off you." He admitted.

Yeosang bit his lip, feeling that fire from before spread through his body. He was being watched and he loved it. The vocalist suddenly remembered their maknae's advice from yesterday.

"If you want someone to fuck you, go to Yunho-hyung first. He's the gentlest."

Yeosang wanted more.

"Yunho-ya...Can you fuck me?" He inquired, loving the way Yunho's eyes darkened.

"I can." Yunho nodded, suddenly feeling like his throat was dry.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Yeosang followed up, crawling to the edge of his bunk to look down at Yunho, feeling a sense of power at the way Yunho not-so-subtly adjusted himself. He set the bag with the sweets down and shrugged off his jacket, cocking his head to the left.

“Why don’t you come down here and find out the answer?” He urged, crooking his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. Yeosang nodded, making his way down the ladder until he was standing before the taller performer.

“I came, are you gonna show me?” Yeosang inquired, his voice quiet, but coy. Yunho leaned down into his space, kissing him slowly, growling at the taste of Yeosang's cum, still faint against his tongue. Yeosang loosely wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck, pressing his body against the taller man's.

"Mm…come with me to my room. I doubt Woo-ya would appreciate us fucking on his bed." Yunho panted slightly after breaking the kiss. Yeosang snorted quietly before nodding, allowing the taller performer to take his wrist, pulling him out of the room after he picked the bag of sweets up once more.

Yeosang pressed closer to Yunho’s side, realizing a bit too late that he was still buck naked and the October chill creeping through their dorm wasn’t helping. Yunho kissed the top of his head as he pulled the smaller idol into he and San’s shared room.

“Lay down, baby. I’ll warm you up.” Yunho cooed, the warm, honey-like tone of his voice making the hair on the back of Yeosang’s neck stand on end. Yeosang shuffled over quickly, sinking into the plush comforter on Yunho’s bed, self consciously closing his legs so he wasn’t as exposed.

Yunho made quick work of his shirt, reaching for a drawer situated in the corner of the room. He pulled out a small bottle of lube, making his way back over to Yeosang. The bed dipped as he slid onto it, his body eclipsing Yeosang’s once more. He ran a hand up the side of Yeosang’s thighs, moving his hand inwards to gently push them apart.

“Relax, Yeo-ya. Let me take care of you.”

There it was again. That honey-sweet voice.

Yeosang nodded, immediately spreading his legs apart so Yunho could see him fully. The blonde rewarded him with a kiss, taking his time as he wrapped his hand around Yeosang’s half hard cock. He smiled against his lips at the gasp that followed shortly after, but continued stroking until Yeosang began to whimper against his lips, lifting his hips up ever so slightly to thrust into his fist.

Yunho chuckled, nipping at his bottom lip before he pulled back, reaching for the lube. Yeosang watched his every move, swallowing thickly.

“Yunho-ya, I just want you to know I’ve never...done this before. Uh, been on the receiving end, I mean.” He fumbled his words, frowning at how much of a fool he sounded like. Yunho didn’t seem to mind, popping the cap open to coat his fingers before he kissed Yeosang’s temple.

“It’s alright. I won’t hurt you.” he promised, pressing one cool finger against Yeosang’s hole. The brunette bit his lip in anticipation, sighing when he felt one of Yunho’s long fingers slide into him. He felt less discomfort than he did before when Jongho fingered him, though he noticed a particular tingle running up and down his spine the more Yunho worked his finger in and out of him.

“W-what is that? It feels...ah!” He gasped, a moan slipping past his lips when Yunho slid another finger in to accompany the first, scissoring them apart as he did so. Yunho smiled from above him, lips close to Yeosang’s ear as he spoke.

“The lube warms up after a little bit. Does it feel good, Yeosangie?” He cooed, his voice a low rumble as he curled his fingers, listening closely to every hitch of Yeosang's breath. Yeosang nodded, spreading his legs wider.

“Hyung, more, please.” He whimpered, sighing against Yunho’s neck when he was rewarded with the third finger. Yunho’s free hand trailed down Yeosang’s body wrapping around his cock once more to stroke him languidly in time with his fingers. The brunette vocalist arched his back, grabbing Yunho’s shoulders tight, soft moans falling from his lips as his precum leaked over Yunho’s long fingers.

“M-More, Yunho-ya, more more more-” He begged, looking up at Yunho with his brows knitted up, a wanton and desperate expression on his face. Yunho bit back a curse and nodded, curling his fingers apart a few more times for good measure before he pulled away.

The blonde fumbled with his belt for a moment or two before he slid it out of the loops. He popped the button on his jeans open before shimmying them down his hips with his boxers, kicking them off carelessly to the side. San would probably kill him later for the mess he was creating in their room, but that was something he could deal with when the time arose.

“Oh my god.”

Yeosang’s voice brought his attention forward, and Yunho noticed the way Yeosang’s eyes were fixated on his cock, looking slightly intimidated and aroused at the same time.

“Jongho told me you were gentle, he didn’t mention you were hung like a fucking horse.”

Yunho didn’t mean to laugh as hard as he did, honestly. But the snort that left his lips and the flush that crept up to his ears were inevitable. Yeosang was a shy man, but he also was the bluntest of all of them, and it stroked Yunho’s ego to hear the lewd compliment.

“I’ll be sure to thank him later. For now, I’ll be sure to show you what he means.” He sent Yeosang a wink before mentioning something about finding a condom. Yeosang nodded and watched Yunho head back towards the same drawer where he pulled the lube out of. When he returned, he settled himself between Yeosang’s legs, rolling the condom onto his cock before adding lube to both himself and Yeosang’s quivering entrance.

“C-cold…”

“It won’t be for long. Hold onto me.” Yunho instructed, pressing his palms at either side of Yeosang’s head, holding himself up over the smaller idol. Yeosang nodded, wrapping his arms around Yunho’s torso, trembling slightly. Yunho noticed and kissed over his birthmark, his cheek, all the way to his lips.

“If it’s too much or I’m hurting you, let me know, alright?” He instructed, pulling back to look him in the eyes. Yeosang nodded, sending him a small smile before he felt the older idol slowly push into him.

Yeosang tensed at first, his breath hitching up and his nails digging slightly into Yunho’s back. The blonde stopped when he was halfway, pressing their heads together to steady himself.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Yeo. Are you okay?” He whispered, looking down at Yeosang in concern. The smaller man had his eyes closed, his fingers flexing slightly against Yunho’s back as he adjusted to the intrusion, slowly relaxing.

“I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just...different.” He admitted, cracking his eyes open. Yunho held his gaze, giving his hips an experimental roll to test the waters. Yeosang gasped beneath him and he repeated the action, slowly thrusting shallowly into the brunette.

Yeosang was quiet at first, only a few whines and groans here and there, but Yunho noticed him adjusting with each thrust. He sunk further and further into the other idol until he was fully seated inside of him and Yeosang began to whimper.

“D-don’t stop, Hyung. I can f-feel it warming up.” He whined, hiding his face below him. Yunho smiled, kissing his knuckles persistently until Yeosang peeked from between his fingers, looking up at him.

“Don’t hide from me, baby. I want to see your face.” He cooed, rolling his hips faster. Yeosang moaned, one hand finding its way to Yunho’s arm, and the other balling up in the sheets. Encouraged by the positive reaction, Yunho gave Yeosang an experimental hard thrust, a pleased smile gracing his face when he heard the trembling mewl that left Yeosang’s lips.

“You’re doing so good, baby boy. And you were worried, hm?” Yunho chuckled, cutting off whatever remark Yeosang had to say with a firm kiss, changing his pace from the slow, deep ones, to faster, harder ones. The bed shifted from the sudden change, and Yeosang could’ve sworn one or two of San’s plushies toppled from the top bunk as Yunho rocked into him. He didn’t care much to investigate, choosing to lace his fingers into the Gwangju native’s hair, pulling as he moaned against his lips.

“Feels good, Yunho-ya. H-harder, please!" Yeosang gasped, body arching up when he felt Yunho's cock slam into him just right. Yunho let out a small sound that suspiciously close to a growl as he sat up, moving his hands to hold Yeosang's hips. He watched the younger man, admiring every inch of his flushed and slightly sweaty body.

He must have stilled his thrusts as he did so, from the pleading look Yeosang sent up to him.

"H-hyung? Please…"

"God, you look beautiful, Yeosangie. I can't take my eyes off you." Yunho admitted, licking his lips as he picked back up, his balls slapping against Yeosang's ass with every thrust. Yeosang's half lidded and hazy eyes widened in an instant, a loud cry leaving his lips as Yunho slammed right into the same delicious spot Jongho had teased with his fingers the day prior.

"Hyung! Right there, Hyung please, ahhn~!" Yeosang pleaded, unable to move with Yunho's hands holding him down.

"Mm...you look like you're close, Yeosang. Do you wanna cum?" Yunho's voice is a teasing purr as he ran one of his hands over Yeosang's clenching abdomen, all the way down to his pelvis, before skipping completely over his cock to caress his sweaty and trembling thigh.

"Please? I can't hold back, Yunho-ya. It feels good, it f-feels so good-" Yeosang let out another broken moan, bringing his hand up to his mouth to cover it as higher pitched whimpers left his lips. Yunho pried it away almost instantly, shaking his head.

"No, let me hear you. Look at me, baby boy. I want to watch you as you cum for me." He panted, feeling himself coming close, as well. Yeosang groaned and rolled his hips down, looking Yunho in the eyes as he moaned for him.

"C-cum with me, Hyung. I can't h-hold it anymore." He stammered, one of his legs wrapping around Yunho's waist. The taller man nodded, wrapping his hand around Yeosang's cock to stroke him to completion.

"I got you, baby. Let go for me." Yunho purred, pleased at the absolute wrecked expression on Yeosang's face. The smaller man came soon after, a long, drawn out moan leaving his lips as he spilled all over Yunho's fist. Yunho kept his pace, rolling his hips until he came himself, pressing their foreheads together as he let the aftershocks roll over him.

Yeosang cupped his cheeks gently, and he cracked his eyes open, his heart stuttering at the blissed out look on the smaller singer's face.

"Thank you, Yunho." He whispered, caressing his cheek with the most gentle touch. Yunho sent him an enamored smile, nuzzling their noses together before he kissed him, slowly pulling out of him. He frowned when Yeosang let out a sound of protest.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" He inquired as soon as Yeosang whined. The brunette shook his head.

"Ah, no. I...I liked it better when I felt full." Yeosang admitted, biting his lip. Yunho bit his lip and shook his head, rolling his tongue over his cum-covered fingers, winking at Yeosang when he blushed.

"You're a dangerous man, Kang Yeosang. Here, sit still. I'll clean us up." Yunho offered, getting up to discard of the condom first before he left the room, coming back with two warm rags. He gently wiped away any remaining sweat and cum from Yeosang's body, leaving a kiss to his temple before he went to his closet, coming back with two bundles of clothes.

"Yunho, I can just get up and grab my own-"

"Or you could wear mine and cuddle with me."

They stared at each other, with Yeosang cracking a smile after Yunho arched a brow. Yunho's nose crinkled up as he smiled back, watching as Yeosang slid the much too big shirt over his head. He snickered when he noticed it pretty much fell past his ass, effectively being more of a dress than a shirt. He waved off the pants Yunho offered him, knowing those wouldn't stay in place, regardless.

Instead, he scooted further into Yunho's bed, beckoning him over with a tilt of his head.

"Hurry up and cuddle me, then." He sassed. Yunho sent him a small chuckle, pulling his own clothes on before making his way into his bed, moving past Yeosang so he was behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Yeosang giggled as Yunho pulled him flush against him, lacing their fingers together as Yunho kissed his cheek.

"You did well today, Yeosang." Yunho mused after a moment or two of the comfortable silence. Yeosang smiled and squeezed his hands.

"Thank you, Hyung. I love you." Yeosang yawned, feeling sleep pulling at him. Yunho flushed from behind him, but he kissed the top of his head in response.

"I love you too, Yeosangie."

-

"H-hurry. Someone come play with me, too."

San burst into the dorm like a bat out of hell no later than an hour after Yeosang's video set off everyone's kakaotalk chats. Mingi and Wooyoung followed close behind, with the former looking as feral as San, while Wooyoung looked impressed.

Aroused, but impressed.

He hadn't expected his friend to gather his courage that fast, and he was sure Yeosang would love the fact that he had gotten under San's skin in so little time.

"Yah! Kang Yeo-"

"Ah ah, hold it right there."

San's voice was cut off by their leader as Hongjoong strolled out of the kitchen, pointing in his direction with a pair of chopsticks. It appeared like the rapper had started cooking dinner for them all.

"No yelling. Yeosang is already asleep. Yunho, too." He informed them, sending a sympathetic look their way at the way Mingi and San's shoulders slumped.

"Ah, dammit. If only we weren't at the movie…" Mingi trailed off. Wooyoung couldn't help the small snicker that left his lips as he watched San huff.

Yeosang had nearly beat him at his own game in record time, and all he'd done was send a single video.

"That's too bad. Maybe we can play instead, Sannie~" Wooyoung winked, a satisfied smirk on his face at the way San's dark eyes flickered over to him.

"Make sure you all go to your room then, Woo-ya. Yeosang is sleeping in Yunho and San's room." Seonghwa informed them.

San twitched, making his way to his room to check. Wooyoung and Mingi followed, all three of them noticing the smell of sex still lingering in the room while Yunho and Yeosang cuddled with one another.

Yeosang looked like a small angel, tucked in Yunho's protective arms as he slept, his lips slightly parted as a gentle snore left them.

San wanted to wreck him.

Closing the door, he pointed to both Mingi and Wooyoung, the arousal practically rolling off him in waves.

"Both of you. Let's go." He ordered, stomping in the direction of Yeosang and Wooyoung's room.

The two younger members exchanged a look before grinning, hastily rushing down the hall so they didn't keep San waiting.

--

“Hyung, can I ask you something?”

Hongjoong looked up from his laptop to see Yeosang standing in his doorway, looking troubled. The leader read his body language and nodded, closing his laptop.

“Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?” he inquired, beckoning Yeosang into the room. Yeosang shuffled in and sat down beside him, chewing on his lip as he tried to come up with the right words. Hongjoong gave him the time, feeling the situation was oddly familiar.

“I...I want to do something special for Mingi-ya. He’s really upset he can’t perform and I know it’s eating him up inside. I’ve never done it, though…” he trailed off, cheeks hot. Hongjoong arched his cut brow, clearly not following.

“So you need my help with doing...what exactly?”

Yeosang pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek subtly.

“Oh! Oh, I understand.” the leader chuckled, nodding once. “You want me to teach you how to give blowjobs?”

If the way Yeosang’s cheeks darkened was anything to go by, he hit the nail on the head.

“Mingi’s joints are in pain and I don’t want to try anything...too active because he’s supposed to be resting.” Yeosang explained, rubbing his arm. Hongjoong’s face softened.

Their comeback was a few days ago, with all of them taking the stage and owning it. Unfortunately, Mingi wasn’t able to continue with the rest after the first few performances since he was having severe joint pain.

A small cloud loomed over the group every time they had to go out without their second rapper and Yeosang wanted to do something.

Hongjoong pushed himself up out of his bed, making his way over to the younger idol. He tossed an arm over Yeosang’s shoulder, ushering him out of the room and down the hall. The bluenette tapped the back of his knuckles against the door, tightening his grip on Yeosang when the younger man moved to hide behind him.

“Where’s the confidence from before?”

“What am I supposed to do? ‘Hi, I know you’re sad about not being able to perform, may I interest you in a blowjob?!’” Yeosang hissed back in a whisper as someone shuffled around in the room. Hongjoong snorted, smiling as Jongho opened the door, sending them a smile.

“Ah, hi hyungs. What’s up?”

“Yeosang wants to give Mingi a blowjob to make him feel better.” Hongjoong answered without missing a beat. Yeosang’s eyes widened and he slapped his leader’s arm, squawking in embarrassment. Jongho’s brows went up in interest, looking at the brunette before he leaned against the doorframe.

“Oh? Am I supposed to leave the hyungs to do naughty things in my room, then?” He taunted, but Hongjoong only shrugged one shoulder, sending him a grin in response.

“You’re more than welcome to stay. The more, the merrier, right?” He winked, barely holding back laughter bubbling up in his throat at the way Jongho perked in interest. The maknae stepped aside, letting the duo in. Yeosang smiled at Mingi when the rapper looked away from his phone, sending them a half smile.

“Hyungs. What’s up?” He inquired, tossing his phone aside in favor of giving them his full attention. Yeosang’s gaze softened as he walked to the redhead, kneeling on the bed to kiss his head. Mingi smiled wide, wrapping his arms around his body to bring him down into his lap.

“I wanted to check up on you.” Yeosang told him, his knees situated at either side of Mingi’s waist. Mingi hummed, putting his chin on his shoulder and closing his eyes.

“I’m alright. It sucks, but I’ll be sure to take care of myself so I can perform.” He promised. Yeosang nodded, idly running his fingers through Mingi’s hair, the cogs in his mind turning. After a moment or two, he bit his lip, pulling Mingi away so he could fix him with a stare. Mingi blinked, tilting his head at the sudden change in Yeosang’s expression.

“What’s wrong, Hyung?”

“I want...to do something for you. To make you feel a bit better. If that’s okay. If not, it’s-”Yeosang cut himself off when Hongjoong placed a supportive hand on his back. The older man didn’t say a word, but Yeosang relaxed, anyway, looking into Mingi’s eyes as he spoke again.

“I wanted to try giving you a b-blowjob and Hong-ah said he would help. If that’s okay. If not, we can like, cuddle or something.” He mumbled, lowering his gaze. Mingi’s lips parted in surprise and he looked up at the brunette. His gaze flickered over to Hongjoong and Jongho, but they only arched a brow at him, waiting.

“Y-Yeah, of course, Hyung. If you don’t mind…” He trailed off, though Yeosang could tell by the subtle press against his ass that the younger idol was very much interested. Pleased, Hongjoong pushed Jongho to sit beside Mingi, sliding to his knees smoothly. He ran a hand up Yeosang’s spine, motioning to the floor when he looked down at him.

“Now that we’ve gotten that settled, let me show you how it’s done, baby boy.” he cooed. Yeosang blushed and nodded, scooting himself out of Mingi’s lap in order to kneel beside Hongjoong on the floor.

“Good. Now could you two do us a favor and get rid of those pants?” Hongjoong instructed, turning his gaze back over to the younger two idols. Mingi and Jongho nodded quickly, slightly fumbling as they pushed their pajama pants down past their hips.

Yeosang noticed Mingi’s lack of underwear underneath, but held back the teasing remark that was right on the tip of his tongue. It seemed a lot of them had a habit of sleeping with no underwear.

He supposed with a dorm full of sexually frustrated idols, he could understand not wanting to waste time fumbling with extra clothing.

Hongjoong’s voice made him snap back to reality as he addressed him, wrapping one hand around Jongho’s cock.

“Everyone’s different, so you may have to test the waters a bit when it comes to your partner, Yeosangie. If you do a little teasing before, they may be fully hard when you get on your knees, if not, a few strokes and kisses will do just fine~” He chirped, slowly pumping his hand. There was something about the way he paid Jongho no mind as he squirmed in his grip that made Yeosang shift from his spot, feeling himself harden.

He turned his gaze to Mingi, who was watching him in anticipation. Yeosang scooted closer to the rapper, pushing his thighs apart so he could settle between them, following Hongjoong’s lead.

He wrapped his fingers around Mingi’s dick, noticing he was...quite girthy. The small, satisfied hum that left the rapper’s throat as Yeosang stroked him made his face hot, but he focused more on watching his half hard cock fully pulse to life. He heard gentle kisses from his right, and remembered Hongjoong’s advice.

Yeosang’s eyes flickered up to Mingi’s face, watching his expression as he pressed soft kisses to the head of his cock. The redhead exhaled, licking his lips.

“Roll your tongue around the head, Sangie. Then slowly ease down. Take your time, Mingi-ya will be patient today, right? No wild face fucking?” Hongjoong directed the question at the other rapper, but all three of the younger idols shuddered in arousal from the slightly threatening tone.

“A-ah, yes. I won’t do anything.” Mingi nodded.

Yeosang watched Hongjoong send the younger rapper a pleased smile before he turned his attention to Jongho’s cock, his lips stretching around the maknae’s dick. Yeosang turned his gaze back to Mingi’s formidably sized cock in his hand, pumping him a few more times before flicking his tongue out to catch a pearl of precum that rolled out. He slid Mingi’s cock into his mouth about half way down, bracing one hand on one of Mingi’s thick thighs.

Yeosang was tentative at first, rolling his tongue over the tip of Mingi’s dick before slowly bobbing his head. He watched Hongjoong out of the corner of his eye, cheeks flushed as the blue haired rapper worked Jongho's cock in and out of his mouth, stroking half of it leisurely while tilting his head.

Yeosang copied him, slightly hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked harder, pumping his hand.

Mingi sighed from above him, drawing his attention. The redhead had his eyes trained on Yeosang. He clearly wanted to do something with his hands, if the way they kept clenching and unclenching in the sheets was anything to go by.

"Mmm, you should tease the spot just under the head of his cock, Yeo. Mingi's very sensitive there~" Hongjoong purred from his left. Yeosang followed the instruction, running his tongue up the underside of Mingi's cock until he was just below the tip.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Mingi's face, Yeosang pressed his tongue firmly against the sensitive area.

"Fuck." Mingi breathed, hips twitching upwards. Yeosang smiled around his cock, getting bolder as he alternated between caressing that spot with his tongue and bobbing his head. There was spit running past the corner of his lips the more he sucked, but Yeosang didn't mind.

Mingi's hand found his way onto the top of his head, his voice an octave lower than usual and thick with lust.

"Hyung you look so good like this. You're moaning around my dick, too. Do you like giving me head? Are you getting off from this?" Mingi growled. Yeosang felt a chill run down his spine, looking up into his eyes. He felt small and vulnerable like this, with half of Mingi's cock heavy on his tongue as he nodded.

In all honesty, he was aching in his basketball shorts and he could feel the telltale wetness of his own precum smeared against the cotton of his boxers.

"Mm...mhm." was all the brunette could manage with his mouth full. The hum leaving his throat made Mingi growl once more, and the hand atop Yeosang's head tightened into a fist, pulling slightly.

"I wish I could fuck that pretty little face, Yeosangie. You'd probably cum from that alone, huh?"

Yeosang whimpered. The thought of Mingi using him roughly, pulling him down and making him swallow more of his cock, taking control completely, was getting to him a lot more than he originally thought. His mind was so hazy, he hardly noticed Hongjoong shifting beside him until there was a new hand on his head, gently brushing away Mingi's.

"There you go, baby. Breathe through your nose, you can take him deeper." He cooed, his fingers gentle, but firm in his scalp. Yeosang moaned in response and followed his instructions, letting the older idol bob his head, pushing him further down on Mingi's dick.

Mingi groaned, hips rolling up subtly once or twice before he was slightly distracted by Jongho kissing him, letting Hongjoong and Yeosang do all the work.

"Look at you, Sangie. First time sucking cock and you're already more than half way down Mingi's cock. You sure you haven't been practicing?" Hongjoong teased. Yeosang shook his head, blushing as he slurped loudly around Mingi's cock. He could hear the younger idol whining against Jongho's lips, with his cock pulsing hot and heavy on his tongue.

Was he close? Would he cum?

Yeosang hadn't even realized Hongjoong had removed his hand at some point. The smaller of the two rappers sat back, watching in satisfaction as Yeosang bobbed his own head, hands gripping and kneading the skin and muscle of Mingi's thighs.

"Yeosang, fuck….don't stop." Mingi pleaded, breaking his kiss with their maknae in order to look back down. Jongho pulled out his phone, biting his lip as he started recording.

The others needed to see this.

The sounds leaving Yeosang's mouth were downright filthy, between the muffled moans and soft whines, to the obscene slurping and occasional gagging. Encouraged by Mingi's increasing volume as he got close and Hongjoong's encouraging voice, Yeosang pushed himself down as far as he could, tears welling up slightly as he pushed back a gag.

"Oh my fucking God, Hyung-" Mingi pulled the sheets by his own hips, feeling himself getting close. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Hyung." He warned, jaw clenching.

Yeosang watched his expression closely, clearly showing no intention of pulling off.

"Wah, look at that~ Yeosangie-hyung wants to swallow it, doesn't he?" Jongho mused. Yeosang finally noticed he was being recorded, but his shyness from earlier had melted away. He sent Jongho's phone a heated, half-lidded stare as he tilted his head, never slowing his pace as he sucked Mingi off.

"Fuck, that's hot." Hongjoong cursed, palming himself as he watched Yeosang like a hawk.

"Hyung-" was all Mingi could manage before his lower body tensed, cock twitching in Yeosang's mouth before he came.

Yeosang mewled from between Mingi's thighs, making sure he continued sucking until he had every last drop of Mingi's cum in his mouth. He slid the younger idol's dick out of his mouth slowly, smiling deviously at the curse that fell from both Mingi and Jongho's lips at the action.

Those light brown eyes moved to Jongho's camera before he stuck his tongue out, smirking slightly at the way the younger member's breath hitched.

"Look at him, showing off Mingi's cum like a prize. I helped you tonight, so you wouldn't mind sharing, right?" Hongjoong teased, sliding up beside Yeosang to tilt his head, stealing a kiss from him.

It was sloppy, their tongues rolling against one another as they shared Mingi's cum.

"Oh that's just unfair." Jongho shook his head, unconsciously stroking his own cock to relieve some of the tension. Yeosang was breathless by time Hongjoong broke the kiss, unconsciously chasing his lips for more.

"Now now, baby." Hongjoong chuckled and motioned to Jongho. "We can kiss later. We should make sure everyone's satisfied. You up for taking care of Jongho and I?" He inquired, petting Yeosang's head. The younger man nodded, scooting over to Jongho.

He didn't hesitate, taking the maknae in his mouth. Jongho was similar in size to Mingi, both of them being on the girthier side. It made Yeosang's head fuzzy thinking of the wild, energetic way Mingi would thrust into him or the sheer power behind Jongho's thrusts if either of them were to fuck him.

"Look at that, all blissed out for us and we haven't even touched you, baby. Were you that eager to please? We definitely should've played with you sooner." Hongjoong cooed from somewhere behind Yeosang. The compliment went straight to his cock, and Yeosang couldn't help the way his hand drifted downwards, dipping into his shorts and boxers to stroke himself.

The three of them were watching him, growling and groaning filthy compliments to him while Jongho recorded. The others would see this soon.

Perfect.

It didn't take long for Jongho to cum, filling Yeosang's mouth. Hongjoong had turned his head shortly after that, making him stick out his tongue as he stroked himself to completion, a couple ropes of cum landing against his lips messily. He made a point to lick them slowly, fixing Hongjoong with a heated stare.

"I'm next, hyung. Are you gonna blow me?" Yeosang challenged, tilting his chin upwards. Hongjoong tutted, impressed by the confidence coming from the normally timid man.

"We'll take care of you. Get that cute ass up on this bed. You can ditch the shorts. You don't need em." Hongjoong ordered, motioning for Mingi and Jongho to move to make space. The boys shuffled out of the way, letting Yeosang climb up to Mingi's bed after he had wiggled out of his boxers and shorts.

"On your back. Spread your legs, babe."

Yeosang bit his lip and obeyed, spreading his legs wide for the three of them. Mingi's lips parted slightly, clearly drinking him in like he was a meal laid out for him. Jongho ran his fingers up Yeosang's thigh, dragging them inward and over the length of his straining cock.

"How did I not notice the beauty mark before?" He mused. Yeosang blushed, remembering Hongjoong making a similar observation days ago.

"Probably because you were eating my ass?" He offered, not expecting the way all three of their eyes darkened.

"Why is that so hot coming from you?" Jongho growled. Mingi nodded in agreement, unable to keep himself from eyeing up Yeosang's ass.

"I can fuck him, right? It should be fine-"

"Don't strain yourself, Mingi-ya. You'll have plenty of opportunities to fuck Yeosang once you've recovered." Hongjoong cut in, leaning down to drag his tongue over the left side of Yeosang's dick. Jongho did the same to the right side, purring as he met Hongjoong at Yeosang's tip, kissing sloppily over it.

"O-oh-" Yeosang gasped, watching them with wide eyes as they repeated the action, sucking and kissing at his cock while meeting at the head often, sharing sloppy French kisses with him in the middle. Mingi slid to the floor while the other two focused on Yeosang's cock. He helped himself to Yeo's ass, spitting on his hole lewdly before pushing his tongue inside.

"N-ngh, oh my god-" Yeosang panted, eyes rolling from the sensation. Jongho had began to cup and play with his balls while he and Hongjoong shared his cock. All while Mingi muttered sweet nothings about how he would fuck him into the mattress as soon as he was at 100% health.

Yeosang knew he wouldn't last long. He was already dangerously close when they'd started focusing on him, and minutes later, his lithe body tensed as he arched up, cuming on both Jongho and Hongjoong's faces.

The two didn't seem to mind as they grinned at one another, moving to clean off their faces, leaving Mingi and Yeosang alone for a moment. Yeosang was panting, eyes unfocused and fixed on the underside of Jongho's bunk as he stared upwards, trying to collect himself. Mingi gently rubbed his thigh, peeking down at him.

"Hyung?"

"Mmm?"

"You still with me?"

"I feel euphoric, but I'm still down on earth, I promise."

Mingi chuckled and kissed his head.

"Thank you, Yeosangie. I feel a lot better. I'll be sure to recover quickly, okay? I've gotta fully repay you for today." He chirped. Yeosang smiled at him as Hongjoong and Jongho returned.

"Okay. I'll hold you to that."

--

Seonghwa's eyes followed San's every move as the man paced in front of him. He looked like a coil wound much too tight, ready to spring at any moment.

Yeosang had really gotten to him, huh?

"So, you called me outside at midnight when we're supposed to be sleeping for our performance tomorrow because…?" He started, watching San pivot on his heel as soon as he addressed him, stopping in front of him.

"Kang Yeosang."

The way San's voice was dripping with lust made Seonghwa stand up straighter, watching the younger man in interest. San was their beloved schemer and Seonghwa had heard that tone many times before.

Whatever it is San was planning, Yeosang was in for a wild ride.

"He's been with everyone except us, right? Maybe we should help him out and meet him halfway?" San purred standing in Seonghwa's personal space. The older singer didn't mind, instead cocking his head to the left.

"You have a plan, I'm assuming?"

"Absolutely."

"And you want me to help you out with this?"

"You'd let the chance to have our precious boyfriend moaning in pleasure underneath you slip away?" San shot back, arching a brow. Seonghwa's jaw ticked as he thought about the videos he'd seen. The moans, gasps, and whines he'd heard through his headphones that drove him crazy.

"I'm in."

San licked his lips.

"Excellent."

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Second chances.

Summary: You and Tom broke up 2 years ago because of your busy lives, you being in a popular girl band, him with his filming schedule, things ended mutually but you still love him and he still loves you. When you randomly meet at a party, will fate bring you back together?

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Swearing (?) implied smut, alcohol

Word count: 4.5K

A/N: In this you’re the fifth member of Little Mix. I know this is awful writing but it took me ages so I’m posting it anyways.

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You were attending a party Ariana Grande was throwing, it was very rare you ever attended parties with your busy schedule but your manager insisted saying it was good opportunity for you and the other girls to socialise with other people in the industry.

You sigh as you finish your hair, you weren’t sure if it looked nice or not but you’d spent the time and effort curling it, so you weren’t bothering changing it now.

“Your hair looks fine before you ask.” Perrie says as she sits on the bed applying her lipstick.

“Thanks, I was thinking if it looked okay.” She rolls her eyes, “It looks gorgeous. Stop fretting.” You just nod and apply a lipstick to match what you were wearing, a black dress, black perspex heels and a red clutch bag.

“Are you both ready? The cars here.” You turn to the door and see Leigh-Anne, looking gorgeous in a yellow two piece. “Yeah we’re coming.”

You exit the room and walk down the stairs, your mood was clearly not the best and you didn’t mean for it be bad, but you weren’t much of a party person, you hated any social gatherings.

“Cheer up darling, tonight will be great.” Jade says as you slide in the back of the Uber. “I hope you’re right.” She smiles and grabs your hand squeezing it lightly.

-

The drive to Ariana’s was short but familiar as you’ve been to her house before, what wasn’t familiar was the sound of loud music and paparazzi all lined up outside her gates and a long queue of cars down the road.

When the cameras spot your car they try and force their cameras up to the windows and take photos of whoever is inside. The driver presses the intercom and you’re let in through the gates as security stand next to the car to ensure no paparazzi get through while the gates are open.

Once at the top of the drive you get out the car, thanking the driver. You sigh looking up at the big house, “Come on! Don’t be glum, we’re going to have a good night.” Jesy grabs your arm, linking it with hers and drags you into the party, being with Jesy was probably a bad decision because she knows how to party and is the complete opposite of you. “Jess please don’t make me drink.” You sigh as she grabs two champagne glasses off the table by the door. “Oh come on Y/N! At least one, settle your nerves.” She hands you the glass and you take, nodding in agreement that one drink probably wouldn’t hurt.

You all continue your walk through the big house, up the stairs and into the party, you spot Ariana and Jesy drags you over, her hand still tightly gripped to your forearm so you have no choice but to follow her.

“Ariana!” Jesy gets her attention and she smiles widely, “Jesy, Y/N! So nice to see you both. Are Leigh-Anne and Perrie here?” You return her hug, “Yes, they’re here somewhere.”Your voice came out a bit quieter than you would of liked but you brushed it off. “Well ladies, enjoy yourselves. The bar is out back and help yourself to anything from the buffet in the kitchen. Go mingle.” You smile at her as Jesy drags you away, “Oh Y/N! The dogs are in my room if it all gets too much.” She says with a wink, you smile widely, Ariana knew about how you didn’t do too well in social situations from when you were on tour together and how the dogs always helped calm you.

You loosen the grip Jesy had on your arm but stay close to her as she walks outside to where most of the people attending the party were.

There were a lot of familiar faces jumping out at you but some were strangers. You smile at a few people you know and say a few hello’s here and there but not really speaking to anyone, until someone grabs your arm and pulls you in a hug, you’re startled slightly and pull back as quick as you can until you see it’s Tom, “What not happy to see me?” You laugh and hug him this time, “I am, just wasn’t expecting you to be here.” He chuckles, “I mean- I could say the same about you. Seeing you at a major party was last on my list today.” You shrug, “Its a band thing.” You say, “Oh makes sense.”

You take in his appearance and he looks dashing in black jeans, black shoes and a white jumper. “How’ve you been?” Tom asks and you answer honestly, things had been hectic, especially since you last saw Tom nearly 2 years ago after your break up. “Mad, honestly, I’ve not stopped, I feel like I’ve been on the run for 2 years. My body’s on overdrive.” He frowns slightly, “You always were overworked.” He turns to look around the room, “Yeah I suppose.” He then looks back at you, “Come on, let me introduce you to some people I’m here with.” He grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd.

You spot who he’s leading you to and you gulp, you recognised everyone he was about to introduce you to and you were nervous. “Y/N!” Harrison yelled, causing everyone to turn to you. “So nice to see you.” He hugs you, which causes you to relax a little more. “Yeah you too Harrison.” Tom squeezes your hand again and you turn to him. “Y/N this is Jacob, Zendaya, Sebastian, Chris and Anthony.” You wave lightly in their direction, “Nice to meet you all.” Zendaya laughs, “Oh no, not another English accent I can’t understand.” This makes everyone around you laugh, “Sorry I’ll try my best to pronounce my words clearly.” You smile at her and she returns the gesture. “Y/N what are you doing back in the states? Thought you were done over here for a while?” Harrison asks, seemingly more interested in you than anyone else as everyone returned to the conversations they were having before. “Oh well-so did I! But we’re over here filming a music video.” He nods, “Well it’s nice seeing you, to be honest since you and Tom broke up it’s been boring, you were the fun one.” He jokes causing you to really laugh because you know he didn’t mean it, you were far from the fun one, you were the shy, quiet, not very outgoing one.

The sound of your laugh causes Tom to look up at you, he can’t help but smile, that was one thing that made him love you more, your smile, your laugh, the way you wrinkled your nose when you laughed, and how your eyes shone, he never really did move on from you, he just jumped straight into a new relationship and then another one, and another one, until he finally got with Zendaya and he was happy, but she wasn’t you.

“How long you here for?” Harrison’s asks you, “Around 2 months, we have a lot of writing sessions scheduled too so that should be fun.” He nods before being asked something by Jacob and turning away from you. You stand there awkwardly as everyone is having a conversation and you’re just listening like an outsider.

You decided to walk through the crowd a little more, see if there’s anyone else you know, although you wouldn’t normally do this not being a party person you felt confident enough, knowing that that the girls wouldn’t be far away and also Tom and Harrison are here, it also gives you chance to think things over.

Seeing Tom really threw you off, you hadn’t seen him in 2 years and although your relationship ended mutually, he took some getting over and you’d barley done that. You’d had one other relationship in the last 2 years, and that barley lasted, you compared everything about that relationship to your relationship with Tom and it was hard.

You knew he was with Zendaya now though so you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that, you wanted to see him happy, you wouldn’t ruin his happiness for selfish reasons, plus he’d moved on, you couldn’t risk everything for him to potentially not love you anymore.

You smile as you pass a few more people you know but one person catches you eye more that anyone else and you walk over a wide smile on your face. “Well well, look what the cat dragged out.” You giggle as you jokingly hit his arm. “Y/N, what a pleasure.” He turns around and hugs you, “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon Mendes. You’ve only just left London.” He slings an arm around your shoulder, “Just can’t stay away from you.” You chuckle, “It’s nice to see a familiar face, even if it is a boring one.” He drops his arm and puts his hand on his chest, “Boring! How dare you.” He turns away faking hurt and you pull at his arm to turn him back, “You know I’m joking?” He crunches his nose but smiles at you, “Of course darling.” His eyes then dart across the room, “Oh you know your ex is here?” He points to Tom, “And he is eyeing you up.” You roll your eyes, “No he’s not. He’s with Zendaya.” Shawn sighs, “Yeah and does he look happy?” You turn in Tom’s direction and take in the image in front of you, Tom was leaning against a wall, Zendaya stood next to him, his hand linked with her’s but he wasn’t interacting with her, he was staring into space, as she spoke to Jacob, all he did was smile every now and then. “Seems to me, he wants you back.” Shaking your head you say, “No, he doesn’t.” You cross your arms over your chest, hugging them lightly, you needed a breather, “It was nice to see you Shawn but I’m gonna go inside for a bit.” You begin to walk away, “Hey, you okay? I didn’t mean to mention Tom, sorry if it upset you.” He says after you, “It’s okay.” You smile reassuringly but continue to walk inside, Tom notices you leaving, of course he did because all he’s done is keep his eyes on you since he knew you were here. He gives you a few minutes before following the way you went.

You make your way up to Ariana’s room, needing a minute, you tried to find the girls but no luck, tonight had gone completely different to how you thought it would, the party was surprisingly nice but seeing Tom really threw you off, you’d been in denial about still loving him but you knew now you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

You unlock Ariana’s bedroom door and you are immediately met with Toulouse and Myron jumping up your legs, “Hi babies.” You step into the room more and they follow you as you sit on the bed. Myron jumps into your lap and Toulouse lies next to you, sighing contently you stroke them both, immediately relaxing.

Your feelings were everywhere, you couldn’t think anymore about Tom and also what Shawn said. Did Tom want you back? You’d only witnessed him with Zendaya for a few minutes but you couldn’t help linger over what Shawn said about him not looking happy, he really didn’t.

A knock on the door interrupts your train of thought, you place Myron on the bed and stand up walking to the door, you open it to find Tom on the other side. “Hey- I was er looking for you.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously, “Here I am.” You giggle opening the door wider, allowing him in and then shutting it again. “Is everything okay?” He asks, sitting down on the bed, “Yeah I just needed a minute, you know me, I’m no good in social situations.” You sit next to him and he places a hand on your thigh, “Yeah I know.” You move slightly, not sure how to read his actions. “I wanted to talk to you, about something- well ab-about us, actually.” You scrunch your face up at this, “Not to be straight forward but, I didn’t think there was an us anymore.” You keep your eyes on your hands in your lap as you play with your fingers, it was a good distraction from Tom’s hand on your thigh.

“I know, but I, erm I don’t know about you but I kind of want there to be an us again.” Your eyes go wide at his words, and your cheeks deepen, “Ar-are you serious?” For the first time you look up at him and his brown eyes are already staring deeply at you, “Very serious. I’ve not stopped thinking about you for the last 2 years, I kinda get the vibe you feel the same.” You gulp, “I do. Tom, I-I still love you, but I know you’re with Zendaya and I don’t want to ruin that for you.” He shakes his head as you speak, “That’s my problem.” He then looks from your eyes to your lips, and back to yours eyes, you nod, knowing he’s asking permission to kiss you. He smiles cheekily before pressing his warm lips against yours and you kiss him back, faster than ever before because you’ve missed his lips, the warm feeling kissing him gave you, the way he made your tummy tingle and your skin get hot, you’d missed him.

He pushes you lightly and you lie down on the bed, and he slips between your legs and you wrap them around his waist, and put your arms around his neck, this kiss was deepening quickly and you knew you couldn’t take if any further no matter how much you wanted to, “Tom.” You mumble as you break the kiss but he only kisses you again this time biting your bottom lip making you moan slightly. “We can’t, not here.” You pull away again, and he groans dropping his head into the nape of your neck, he kisses the spot his lips meet and you giggle. “We still need to talk properly.” You say and although you didn’t want to put a dampener on the mood, you wanted to be cautious about jumping straight back into something with him.

“I know.” He sits up next to you but pulls you up so you’re sat in his lap. “I need to end things with Zendaya,” he sighs, “You do and that’s one thing, but we also need to talk about, why we ended things before, how stressful it all was.” He kisses your temple, “Things are going to be different this time i can feel it. We wouldn’t of come back to each other if it wasn’t.” He was right and you always hoped after you broke you would somehow find your way back to each other. “I agree.” You look at him, as his hands slowly make their way down your back and to your bum, pushing you down into his lap even more, his hips meeting yours, making the sexual tension in the air rise even more, especially when you can feel his erection against your thigh.

“Tom, I’m serious when I say I am not having sex with you in my friends bed.” You laugh, but it soon turns into a moan when he rocks his hips against yours, “You sure?” You groan again as he lies down, allowing you to fully straddle him and basically be sat on him, placing your hands on his chest. “Yes.” You whimper, as much as you wanted to grind your hips against him and rip his jeans off and ride him there and then you couldn’t, not in a house full of people.”Your choice.” He rocks his hips one more time and it takes everything in you not to have sex with him, “It is my choice.” You stand up but regret it as you feel how wet your pants now are. “Wet for me angel?” He comments, remembering from your relationship how it only took a little bit of contact and you were soaked.

“Shut up.” You mumble, he laughs standing up, heading towards the bathroom, “Doors that way Tom?” You say and point towards the door. “I know but I’ve got to sort this out.” He points down and you blush, “Go ahead.” He shuts the door behind him and you leave the room, knowing full well if you sit and wait for him, hearing his moans, would tip you over the edge and you’d go into the bathroom and sort his problem for him, so you stand outside the door patiently.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” Perrie says as she see’s you stood outside the door, your eyes widen, Tom will be out in a minute and this is going to look completely wrong. “Sorry I needed a time out,” you say and try to grab the door handle behind your back but your too late as the door opens and Tom walks out, looking flustered but also you can tell

he’s been running his hands through his hair because it’s all messed up, looking like sex hair.

“Oh, Hey Perrie.” Tom says coolly, you groan, already seeing the look on Perrie’s face, “I see huh babe, you needed a time out.” She winks at you, “Pez it’s not like that.” She smirks, “Really? Cause he doesn’t have sex hair and your dress isn’t creased, no it’s not like that.” She comments but places her hands out, “In the end, it’s none of my business.” Tom wraps an arm around your waist from behind you and Perrie practically squeals, “Does this mean you’re back together?” You look up at Tom and he looks down at you, “Provisionally.” You let go of Tom as you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, you turn and lock Ariana’s bedroom door, putting the key back where you found it.

You smile as other guests pass by you, “I’m gonna go, find Harrison.” You look up at Tom, “Okay.” He glances around to make sure no one’s coming before he grabs your face in his hands and kisses you again, “Love you.” He mumbles which causes you to blush as he lets you go and makes his way down the stairs, disappearing from sight. “Perrie you can’t say anything to anyone.” You say before she can even say anything. “I know pet. I promise I won’t. But tell me, how do you feel about all this?” She asks and as she does you feel all warm inside thinking about actually being back together with Tom. “I’m so happy. Really, I- I didn’t think we’d work again but he kissed me and I felt everything fall into place. I’ve been so out of sync with myself these last 2 years and I think he was the reason why, I didn’t have him by my side.” You gush about Tom and you feel like a school girl with a crush. “I’m so happy for you’s.” She says and leans to hug you. “I always knew you were right for each other.” You giggle, “I hope so.” You stand up and make your way downstairs, following Perrie back into the party, you head straight outside and she heads for the bar.

The warm air hits you and you look around, you notice Tom talking to Harrison and you can’t help but smile. You walk over to the table where all the drinks are and you make a vodka and coke, taking a long gulp from the cup, you don’t notice Harrison stood behind you. “Someone tells me you’ve been up to no good.” You turn around at his words, “Shut up Haz.” You kaugh, “No, jokes aside I’m glad you’re back together. I like Zendaya, she’s a great friend but I think that’s all she’ll ever be to him; a friend.” You cant help but stare at him, watching his every move. “I hope so, I want to be with him again, so badly. He’s everything to me, it just took me 2 years to realise.” You smile at Harrison, “I’m glad you did realise though. I’ve already noticed a change in him, in just this last hour alone.” You blush and look down at your cup. “Oh he’s coming over, act natural.” Harrison jokes, “What are you two talking about?” He asks, standing next to you, “Oh nothing, just you.” You comment, “Really?” His eyebrow rises. “Yeah just how you’re perfect for me and I’m never letting you go again.” He’s cheeks turn pink and he smiles at you, “Couldn’t agree more darling.” He then notices Zendaya’s by herself for the first time, “I’m going to go and have an awkward conversation.” He coughs before walking over to her and sitting on the patio chair.

—

The party was nearing an end and you’d not seen Tom since your conversation with him and Harrison, in fact you hadn’t seen Harrison either. You were sat in the living room with the girls waiting for your car, you waited to find Tom and tell him you were leaving but your time was running out.

“Cars here.” Leigh-Anne says as she tiredly stands up, leaning on Jade for support. “You guys go, I’m just going to find someone and say bye.” None of them question you apart from mumbling for you to hurry up and not be too long.

You walk outside and thankfully see Tom with Jacob and Harrison, “Tom!” You shout gently across the patio, he turns to you and you wave, he smiles and excuses himself before walking over to you. “Hey darling, didn’t think you were still here.” He leans in for a kiss which surprises you, and you pull back, “Tom there are people around.” You put a hand on his chest, “There are but what’s the harm in me kissing my girl?” You eye him slightly, “You broke up with Zendaya?” He nods, “There wasn’t really anything to end, she knew things were mostly platonic and it ended nicely, I told her about you so things didn’t seem weird and she was really happy for us.” You bite your lip as you look up at him, “Really?” All he does is nod before kissing you, causing wolf whistles to sound from Harrison and Jacob. “Give it a rest you guys!” Harrison yells, causing you to pull away from Tom and laugh. “Dude.” Tom scolds as he wraps his arms around you pulling you into him.

You pull away from Tom, “I only came to say goodbye, me and the girls are leaving now.” He kisses your forehead and bobs his head, whispering in your ear, “Come back to mine.” You nod straight away without even thinking. “I’ll text the girls.”

You: to Perrie Edwards

I’m staying at Tom’s so go home without me, see you tomorrow babe xx

“Done, you ready to go now? Because these shoes are killing me.” You comment, “I am yeah. Harrison, let’s go. Jacob, see you tomorrow man.” Tom points at Jacob and they do a bro handshake mid air, some weird shit you’d never seen before, you shake your head at their antics and start walking away, dragging Tom with you, although once you exit through the front door you have to follow him because you have no clue how you’re getting back to his. “I called an Uber already so it should be here.” You cling to his hand as you walk down the hill to the gates, it was late now so there were no paparazzi outside which was nice for a change.

You see a black Range Rover pulled up and Harrison jumps in the front and you and Tom jump in the back, Harrison tells the driver the address and you’re soon driving down the streets of L.A.

“Baby.” Tom shakes you lightly and your eyes flutter open, you look around and see you’re still in the back of the car, “We’re here, you fell asleep.” You shuffle out the car, and lean against Tom you didn’t even realise you’d fallen asleep. “Thanks mate.” Harrison says to the driver as Tom unlocks the door, to his house.

It was just how you remembered, big white fence, black door, big windows, a table by the front door, with a photo of him and his parents and another of him and his brothers, one of Tessa and one of you and him, you pick it up and smile, “You kept this?” Your voice is quiet, “Of course I did.” He chucks his keys in the bowl and walks down the hall, leaving you to smile at the photo.

You follow his actions and walk down the hall to the kitchen, you’re shocked slightly when you get him talking funny, until you turn the corner and see Tessa sat by his feet.

“Oh my god.” You say and she immediately runs to you, jumping all over you, you sit down and she leaps into your lap, “Hi Tess.” You scratch her ears and kiss her head as she licks your face, you’d missed her almost as much as you’d missed Tom.

“How?” You turn to look at him, “I didn’t think she lived with you here.” He smiles as his dog gushes over you, “She didn’t. But after we broke up, I spent more and more time out here and I couldn’t live without her so I bought her out here and this is where she lives now.” You stand up and walk over to him, “I’m so happy.” He wraps his arms around you, “Me too.” You kiss his cheek before walking away and down the corridor, “Where are you going?” He questions, “To bed, I don’t know about you but I am tired!” You walk up the stairs and into the room you remember is Tom’s, again it was still the same, big bed with crisp white sheets, hard wood floors, with matching furniture, very simple but very Tom.

You unzip your dress and step out of it, taking your heels off and tying your hair up, you sigh and walk over to the drawer, taking out one of his t-shirts, “Oh I see how it is, make yourself at home love.” Tom says as he stands in the doorway watching you, “It’s like I never left.” You slip the material over your head and jump into bed, he laughs at you but follows suit, undressing down to his boxers, turning the light out and then joining you.

“This is nice, I love you. I’m so glad you came back to me.” He lays beside you, arms around your waist, head nuzzled into your neck, “I love you too. ” You snuggle down deeper into him, feeling sleep take over, you were happy again, in Tom’s arms, finally feeling at one with the world.

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This is shitty I know, don’t hate me

#Tom Holland #Little Mix #Tom Holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #little mix imagine #perrie edwards #leigh anne pinnock #jesy nelson #jade thirlwall #shawn mendes #ariana grande #zendaya #jacob batalon #harrison osterfield #sebastian stan #toulouse #marvel #mcu #avengers #chris evans #chris hemsworth #disney #iron man #captain ameria #black panther #anthony mackie #Shawn Mendes x reader #Zendaya x reader #harrison osterfeild x reader

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A Forgotten Rose

Chapter 13 of Dreaming in Black and White. Sorry it took forever guys but I got sick blech. Hopefully this chapter makes up for it though. Also Chat Blanc killed me bc I just want my bebes to be happyyyyy. Lemme know what you think :)

AO3

Adrien’s first thought when he awoke that morning was of Marinette. Even Nathalie’s rapid knocks on his bedroom door couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering at the idea of seeing her later that day. Soon, however, that giddiness completely evaporated. He literally rejected her a week ago. God, why was he such an idiot? Marinette was amazing and super pretty. They could have shared a world of colors together if he had only said yes. A longing sigh escaped him as he imagined what that would be like. Groaning, Adrien buried his face into his pillow in an attempt to smother himself. Before he could do so, however, Nathalie entered the room, “Adrien, you need to get up. You have a photoshoot this morning, remember?”

Letting out a quiet whine, he turned his head to the side to give her a weak smile, “Thank you, Nathalie.”

She gave him a brisk nod before turning and heading out of his room. Sitting up, he scrubbed his face with his hands, blowing out a long breath of air. As Adrien made his way over to the bathroom, Plagg floated up from beneath his bed covers and followed him, “Well, somebody looks cheerful this morning,” he snickered sarcastically.

“Oh, shut up, Plagg,” he glared at his kwami.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you didn’t get with pigtails when you had the chance,” the small, black cat rolled his eyes at him, “In fact, may I remind you that I’ve been trying to tell you that you’ve been in love with her all along.”

“I know,” Adrien sighed as he got dressed, “I’m really just mad at myself for not realizing sooner.”

“I understand, kid,” Plagg nods before rubbing his belly, “Now would you get me some camembert, all this talk about love is making me hungry.”

Rolling his eyes at the gluttonous kwami, he spits out his toothpaste, wiping his mouth as he walks over to the supply of camembert. A sudden thought strikes him when he grabbed a piece of the stinky cheese and he turned to Plagg with wide, panicked eyes, “Plagg! What about Ladybug?!”

“What about her?” the small cat asked, his eyes completely focused on the cheese that was still in Adrien’s grip.

“How can I be in love with both Marinette and Ladybug?! Neither of them deserves that,” he ran a hand through his hair anxiously.

“My lips are sealed unless you give me that cheese,” Plagg said hungrily.

Adrien rolled his eyes before tossing the piece at the small cat. He watched in disgust as the whole piece was devoured in one bite, “Ugh, Plagg you’re incorrigible.”

The kwami merely grinned mischievously before taking on a more serious look, “Well if we’re being honest kid, only one of them has ever shown any interest in you.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” his brow furrowed, “Thanks for the talk, Plagg,” Adrien murmured before making his way downstairs.

“You’re welcome,” he beamed before diving into the boy’s front pocket.

Trudging into his dining room with a loud yawn, Adrien practically collapsed on the chair by his freshly-made breakfast. For the first time, the early morning hour hit him and he was struck by a wave of exhaustion. Scarfing down the small breakfast in front of him he downed his orange juice in one gulp. Chewing on his avocado toast, the model contemplated exactly what he was going to say to Marinette. 

As though sensing exactly when he had finished, Nathalie arrived into the dining room, “Are you finished with your meal?” she looked down at his empty plate with a quirked eyebrow. Adrien nodded at her, his lips quirking into a slight smirk before she handed him a slip of paper, “Good. Your driver is ready to take you to your photoshoot then,” the assistant turned and briskly walked out of the room as he followed along behind her, shooting one last, longing glance at his bedroom upstairs. 

I could be in bed sleeping right now, he thought forlornly.

As he slid into one of the plush leather seats of the limo outside, Nathalie turned to him with an expectant look, “The shoot should only take about 30 minutes, so don’t worry about being late for class.”

“I understand,” Adrien nodded before muttering quietly, “Besides, father would never let me be late for school.”

“What was that Adrien?” her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously.

He merely smiled at her innocently, “Nothing. Just wondering what class will be like today.”

Nathalie nodded at him before turning to her notes, leaving him to contemplate his thoughts to himself. Turning to gaze out at the colorless world from his window, his thoughts drifted to Marinette and how he was going to apologize to her. Sighing, Adrien rested his chin on his hand, vainly hoping that there was a way to salvage their relationship.

And perhaps add something more to it, a small, nagging voice taunted him, causing a red flush to light up his cheeks. Stop that! You ruined any chance you had with Marinette and you know it, he berated himself.

Soon, his limo had pulled up to the park where his photoshoot was getting set up. Directly after he stepped out of the car, he was immediately rushed into hair and make-up. Once again, Adrien’s thoughts drifted over to a certain designer and he wished that she were here instead. The usual long, boring process of hair and make-up passed rather quickly as he imagined Marinette’s hands fixing his hair and applying his bronzer. Eventually, he was snapped out of his daydreams as they finished up and hurried him outside. 

Vincent stood there with a large grin as he neared the fountain, “Adrien! You look fantastico! It is amazing to see you once again.”

The model chuckled at the eccentric photographer, “You as well, Vincent. It’s been a while since I’ve had a photoshoot.”

“I hope you haven’t forgotten everything, then,” he winked at the boy in front of him before toying with his camera, “Now I’m going to need looks of passion and awe from you, think you can do that?”

Adrien bit his lip, a small, shy smile spreading across his face as he nodded at the photographer, “Yeah, I think I can.”

I don’t think it’ll be too hard to look like that when I can barely stop myself from thinking of Marinette.

Leaning back, Adrien imagined just what it would feel like to be the designer’s boyfriend. A feeling of intense longing welled up from within him as he wondered what it would have been like had he accepted her feelings from the beginning. His fingers tightened around nothing as he envisioned holding Marinette’s hand and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. A small sigh left his lips as he imagined the colors they could have shared together.

As expected, the photographer gasped as he began snapping shot after shot, “Perfetto! Magnifico!” 

It was easy coming up with the looks that Vincent continuously shouted at him as he daydreamed about the adorable designer. In fact, it was almost too easy picturing Marinette as his girlfriend. With shocking clarity, Adrien realized that this was not the first time he had done this. He had thought about her multiple times during photoshoots, especially when she was right across from him when he invited her to come watch after the battle with Troublemaker. His eyes strayed over to her usual position longingly and, for a second, it almost seemed as though she were there, smiling cheerfully over at him. The model’s fists clenched together tightly with anger and bitterness. Had I just realized sooner none of this would have happened, he thought to himself furiously.

“No! No!” Vincent’s voice broke through Adrien’s sullen musings, “That is the expression of a boy who has just received a bowl of limp noodles! I want to see a look a bowl full of spaghetti inspires!”

“Sorry,” he murmured sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “It won’t happen again,” Adrien assured before shaking off the angry thoughts. 

The rest of the photoshoot passed rather quickly with Vincent shouting out small words of encouragement and inspiration for poses. When the thirty minutes were up, Nathalie quickly hurried him into the limo, “You did very well today, Adrien. Vincent tells me that this was some of your best work,” she said as she looked through her notes.

The boy blinked at her in surprise for a moment, “Really? Wow, I’m glad.”

“Just make certain that you do just as well in the photoshoot after school today,” she shot him a pointed glance before turning back to their notes. 

Adrien gulped quietly, nodding at her before turning to face the window. His stomach tightened into knots as they slowly neared the school. Running over exactly what he had planned to say to the girl that had taken over his thoughts for most of the day, he placed his hand over the door handle. When they slowed to a stop in front of the entrance, he quickly bolted out of the car, eagerly running straight to class. Adrien’s eyes immediately shot straight to Marinette’s seat and his heart sank in disappointment when he realized it was empty.

Damn, I was really hoping to talk to her before class today, he thought to himself, his lips pursing in slight annoyance as he slid into his seat.

As the minutes ticked ever nearer, and more and more students entered the classroom, Adrien’s stomach continued to tighten anxiously. When his best friend, Nino, arrived he attempted to make light conversation with him, yet his eyes were continuously drawn to the door whenever it opened.

“You waiting for someone, dude?” Nino quirked an eyebrow at him after his eyes strayed for the fifth time.

A light flush brushed across his cheeks as he realized he was caught. With an awkward chuckle, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah. I ran out on Marinette during our project last night and I wanted to apologize.”

“Because of your dad?” the DJ gave him an understanding nod, clapping a hand to his shoulder sympathetically.

“Yeah,” Adrien winced slightly, a guilty feeling gnawing at his insides.

Nino merely smiled widely, squeezing his shoulder, “Ah, well you know Marinette! If she’s two minutes late, she’s five minutes early, and besides, it is Marinette we’re talking about! You’re probably already forgiven, dude!”

“I guess,” he mumbled, glanced down at his notebook awkwardly. The sound of the bell jolted him out of his dreary thoughts and he quickly focused on Mlle. Bustiers’ lesson. 

Rather soon afterwards, Marinette stumbled her way into the classroom, apologizing profusely before rushing over to her seat. Adrien watched her sit down with an adoring smile on his face. His previous feelings of anxiousness completely disappeared into a wave of butterflies from her presence alone.

After Mlle. Bustier turned around once again to continue their lesson, he felt a small tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with Marinette’s beaming, adorable face as she smiled down at him, “I was hoping you’d be in class today because I made you this,” she whispered, pulling out a bag and handing it over to him, “Are you feeling better after yesterday?”

Adrien nodded dumbly at her for a moment before he snapped out of his stupor, taking the bag from her with a purposeful brush of their fingers. He reached inside and grabbed a perfect-looking croissant out, “Thank you, Marinette,” he murmured breathily back.

“It’s no problem at all!” her grin grew wider, “I just hope that it’s still warm! I rushed over here as fast as I could,” she nibbled lightly on her lip.

“I’m certain that it’s perfect, Marinette,” he whispered back at her, quickly turning around before they could get caught. Adrien immediately bit into his croissant, letting the savory flavor explode on his tongue. The warmth from the pastry mixed perfectly well with the light layer of butter and he practically devoured the treat. He gave Marinette a quick thumbs-up and a beaming grin before facing Mlle. Bustier once again.

For the first time in his life, the model realized that sitting in front of Marinette was the worst thing ever. He practically ached with the need to turn around and stare at the girl as she worked. Luckily, Adrien managed to sneak a few peeks at the girl behind him and watch her tongue stick out in utter concentration as she took notes. However, these looks did not go unnoticed by Alya who raised her eyebrows at him smugly. The model merely gave her a shaky smile, shrugging with a faint blush spreading across his cheeks before turning back to his notes.

When the bell finally rang at the end of his last class, Adrien packed his things eagerly, hoping to meet Marinette outside and exchange a few words with her before going to his photoshoot. 

And maybe have a chance to discuss the current status of your relationship, a sly voice snickered from inside him.

Brushing the voice off, Adrien quickly hurried outside, scanning the grounds for Marinette. Though he was unable to find her, his limo was already nearing the school’s entrance. Huffing out a breath of air angrily, he waved goodbye to Nino and trudged over to the car. With a tired smile at the Gorilla, he slid into his seat with a quiet sigh. Adrien’s eyes glanced over at the empty seat next to him, wishing futilely that Marinette was here and that they were going to her house to study instead of the park for another shoot. 

Instead of Marinette, however, Nathalie slid into the empty seat, giving him a polite nod, “Good afternoon, Adrien.”

“Good afternoon, Nathalie,” he gave her a tired smile in response.

“I trust you already know that you have a photoshoot in twenty minutes?”

The model nodded, “Yes, Nathalie. Thank you for reminding me, though.”

“You’re welcome, Adrien,” she said curtly, “It shouldn’t take long if you do as well tonight as you did this morning.”

“Let’s hope so,” Adrien murmured, leaning his head back against the headrest as his eyes fluttered closed. It didn’t take long before they arrived, and his peace was interrupted as he was whisked into hair and make-up. Only light touches needed to be reapplied to his face and hair before he was placed back in front of the camera.

What a great day today was, he thought to himself bitterly, I barely got to talk to Marinette and these photoshoots are just the worst.

Placing his usual, model smile on his face he tried to get through the photoshoot as quickly as he could. When they were nearly wrapping up, his eyes were drawn to a lone figure on a bench nearby who was staring up at the sky. It took a few seconds before he realized that it was Marinette and his eyes lit up in excitement, “Uh, Vincent, would you um, mind if we stopped early?”

“Hmm, give me just a few more pictures in a new pose and I bet I will have enough to wrap up here,” he beamed at him, “But make them count, Monsieur Agreste.”

Adrien nodded eagerly, puffing out his chest with a confident smile as he continually glanced over at the bench to check on Marinette, vainly hoping that she might spot them. Within a few more pictures, Vincent let out a happy cry and let Adrien go.

With a thankful smile at his photographer, he slowly walked over to the girl who was clearly sketching a new design. Gulping nervously to himself, he tapped on her shoulder watching her look up at him startled, “You making a new outfit?” the model grinned down at her.

“Oh, Adrien! I didn’t know you were here!” Marinette looked him up and down which caused his face to turn a deep red. He practically squealed in his head, feeling his heart beat faster as her gaze returned to his face with a curious smile, “You look different. You had a photoshoot after school today, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” Adrien sat next to her, letting his foot rest against her own, as he preened slightly for her, “What do you think?”

Marinette giggled, shaking her head at him with a roll of her eyes, “You look great, Adrien. Though I suspect you already know this.”

“Yeah but your opinion is the only one that matters to me,” he poked her side teasingly.

Her mouth dropped open into a cute expression of surprise before her brow furrowed and she gave him a strange look, “Really?”

“Y-yeah because you’re a fashion designer and everything,” Adrien chuckled at her nervously, scratching the back of his neck. And because I want to look good for you, he added to himself silently.

“Mhm,” Marinette hummed before returning to her sketch.

He leaned closer to look at the design, breathing in a deep breath full of cinnamon and cookies, “So, like I was saying before, what are you working on?”

Her lips slowly spread into a wide smile and damn if he didn’t want to kiss that look right off her face. Marinette’s eyes shot up to the sky for a moment before returning to his gaze, “I got really inspired by the sky yesterday so I was making a new dress. Do you wanna see?”

“Of course!” Adrien used the excuse to shuffle closer, letting his arm bump against her own, feeling a trail of warmth run along his arm with the movement. He gazed down at the pretty, poofy dress and imagined how beautiful she would look in it, “Wow, Marinette, that looks amazing!” he breathed out.

“You really think so?” she bit her lip shyly as she glanced at him from beneath her lashes.

He nodded quickly to assure her, “Oh definitely! You know I think your designs are just the greatest!” Adrien took a deep gulp of air before continuing, “And I think you would look amaz-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off by a throat clearing in front of them. He looked up to see Nathalie glaring down at the two of them, tapping her heels in the ground impatiently, “I heard from Vincent that you left the photoshoot early. Is that true, Adrien?”

His brow furrowed as he leaned away from Marinette, “Well yes but-”

“Your father is going to be extremely disappointed to hear this, Adrien. You know that if you finish early you’re to head straight home,” her angry glare chilled him and he shrank back from her slightly.

Before he could open his mouth to explain, Marinette stood up with a remorseful smile, “I’m so sorry, Mlle. Sancouer. This is all my fault,” she paused to take in a deep breath of air, “You see after Adrien went home early from our group project, I asked him if he would be able to get out of one of his photoshoots early and come meet with me. I had a few more questions to ask him and I honestly didn’t realize it would be so important, considering he had two shoots today.”

“Is this true, Adrien?” Nathalie turned to look at him as he stared up at Marinette in awe.

“Hmm?” his head snapped to hers at the sound of his name before he stood up, nodding sadly, “Yeah, I’m really sorry Nathalie. I honestly didn’t realize it was going to take up so much time.”

She gave them a brisk nod, “Then that is acceptable. However, next time tell me so that this does not happen in the future. Finish discussing the state of your project soon and then come to the limo so that we can head home,” with that, she turned and strode away from the two teens.

“I can’t thank you enough, Marinette,” Adrien reached out for her hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

 “Don’t mention it, Adrien,” she smiled at him, “I just didn’t want to see you get in trouble over nothing.”

She’s absolutely amazing, he thought to himself with awe, How come I never noticed that before?!

“Still, thank you so much, Marinette. You have no idea how much trouble you’ve just saved me from. Where did you learn how to do that?”

She giggled sweetly before nodding over his shoulder, “Let's just say I've gotten good at coming up with excuses recently. Now, you had better go before you get in trouble again. I don’t know how many excuses Nathalie will accept before you really do get in trouble.”

Giving her hand one last squeeze, Adrien let go of her reluctantly. Staring down into her beautiful, sparkling eyes he made the quick decision to lean down and peck her cheek, “See you tomorrow, Marinette,” he whispered in her ear before swiftly dashing off towards the car.

He sighed dreamily after sitting down in one of the comfy seats, causing Nathalie to look at him curiously, “Did you finish answering all of her questions regarding the assignment?”

“Yeah, yeah I did,” Adrien nodded dumbly, still staring off into space as he envisioned himself stealing Marinette’s lips in a kiss instead of just her cheek. Continuing down that line of thought he barely even realized that they had arrived home until Nathalie shut the car door loudly. Snapping out of his daydreams, he practically floated his way up to his bedroom before falling onto his bed with a loud sigh.

“Feeling any better, lover boy?” Plagg snickered down at him.

“Mhm,” he hummed happily, “Did you hear the way she stood up for me, Plagg? God, she’s perfect!”

His kwami merely rolled his eyes at him, “Are you going to be like this all the time now, Adrien? I don’t know how much of this I’ll be able to handle.”

“Just wait until we get married and have three kids and a little pet hamster,” Adrien sighed loudly, “I’ll be absolutely insufferable by then.”

“Yuck, all this talk about love is making me sick. Got any cheese to make up for it?” Plagg asked hopefully. The model nodded his head before getting up and tossing the black cat a piece from his stash. The kwami’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as he ate the slice of camembert, “Huh, that was easy. Usually, you put up more of a fight before giving me my cheese.”

Ignoring the kwami, Adrien shook his head, “I have to confess, Plagg. I don’t know how much longer I can stand not being with her. Especially with how amazing and beautiful she is.”

The small, black cat chuckled, “I can’t wait to see how that’ll go seeing how you rejected her about a week ago.”

His eyes took on a mischievous twinkle as he smiled at Plagg, “Adrien rejected her, Plagg. I know someone else who didn't. Someone she’s also confessed too,” he shook the hand containing his ring in front of his kwami’s face with a smug smile.

“No, no, no!” the small cat begged, “Let’s not be hasty here kid and just wai-”

“Plagg claws out!” Adrien interrupted the kwami’s pleadings as he felt the energy rush through his bones. 

With an excited bounce to his step, Chat Noir immediately leapt out the window. Taking off into the night, he felt the wind ruffle his hair as he scanned the ground for what he needed. It didn’t take long before he spotted it, and he quickly and neatly landed next to the rose bush. The superhero searched the bush for the perfect flower before he finally found it, plucking the delicate rose from where it was hidden within the leaves. Carefully slicing the thorns with his claws he tucked the flower behind his belt before he took off for Marinette’s house. 

Rehearsing exactly what he was going to say to her in his confession, Chat prayed that he wouldn’t freeze up in her presence and forget everything. Butterflies fluttered happily within his stomach as he neared her balcony and he took in a huge gulp of breath. Landing right next to the trapdoor, he reached out to knock on the hatch before pausing, “You can do this, Chat,” he whispered to himself nervously as he began pacing, “It’s just Marinette. You know her and it’s never been hard to talk to her before.”

With those last encouraging words, he ran a hand through his hair anxiously before leaning down and quickly knocking on the small trapdoor. Chat’s hand went behind his back to reassure himself that the rose was still there. As he heard movement from down below, he clutched the flower in his grasp tighter.

Within a few moments, Marinette’s bright face grinned up at him in a wonderful beam, “Chaton!” she jumped up and tackled him into a giant embrace.

He stumbled back from the force of her hug and almost lost his grip on the rose. Holding onto the flower tightly with one hand he used the other to snuggle deeper into the girl’s embrace. Her warmth sent delicate shivers up his spine, lighting his body on fire before he leaned back to look down at her.

“I have news!” they both blurted out at the same time.

Giggling, Marinette gestures at him, “You go first. What do you need to tell me?”

Taking a deep breath, Chat holds onto the rose tighter, “Well,” he drags out before he’s cut off by the designer.

“Did you know that the sky is blue?” she practically squeals, biting her lower lip with barely contained excitement.

“W-what?” he breathed out, his grip loosening around the rose.

“Luka asked me out yesterday!” she practically shouts, bouncing with joy.

His mouth drops and his heart tumbles along after it, “O-oh and is he your...?” he trailed off, unable to finish the question.

“He’s my soulmate!” Marinette shouts, “I can see blue!” she sings, capturing him in another tight hug.

A long rush of air escapes Chat’s lungs and he can barely manage to stand as his legs buckle uselessly. His grip on the rose is completely lost and it falls off the balcony’s edge, tumbling down to the street below. He forces himself to bring his arms up to hug Marinette back as she continues to squeal about colors.

“It’s just absolutely insane being able to see color!! Blue’s just so beautiful! Did you know that both my hair and eyes are blue?!” 

“I-I’m so happy for you Marinette,” he manages to choke out, trying to stop the rush of tears that are threatening to fall.

She pulls back out of his embrace and Chat attempts to rearrange his face back into a smile, though he’s certain it comes off as more of a grimace. Marinette blinks at him for a moment before grinning softly, “Anyway, enough about me. What about you?! What was your news?”

“Oh n-nothing,” he stutters slightly, backing away from her slowly, “I just wanted to see how you were doing. It looks like you’re doing well, and um, I just remembered that... I need to go now... I have something I need to do. I’m really sorry.”

Her brow furrows as her head tilts to the side in confusion, “O-oh, okay. Are you sure?”

“Yep,” Chat choked out before turning to go.

“Wait, Chaton,” her hand shot out to grip his wrist, turning him back around to face her, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” he barely manages to give her a wobbly smile.

Her grip loosens yet her frown deepens, “Alright. I’ll see you soon though, right?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” the superhero nods and Marinette lets go completely, allowing him to jump off her balcony and run straight back home.

“That was weird,” she mumbled to herself, watching him go until he’s entirely out of sight. Shivering slightly, the designer turns and heads back to the warmth of her bedroom.

As he runs from rooftop to rooftop, Chat is unable to stop the tears that leak from his eyes and drop onto the tiles. His vision blurs and he works on muscle memory alone to get home, his mind empty and his emotions numb until he finally bursts through his window. Releasing his transformation, Adrien collapses onto his bed with a quiet sob. He buries his face within a pillow and lets the bitter tears stain the soft surface.

“Kid?” his kwami’s voice pipes up from above him, “You alright?”

“No, no I’m not Plagg,” his head whips up as he looks at the small, black cat, “I ruined my chances with both Marinette and Ladybug. I can’t believe I even thought I still had a shot with her. Especially when I knew that both Marinette and Luka liked each other. Th-this is all my fault,” he sniffled.

“No, it’s not Adrien,” Plagg shakes his head at him before hugging the boy’s shoulder, “It’s no one’s fault.”

“You don’t understand. I could have had Marinette a week ago and I let her go. I let her run straight into Luka’s arms,” another choked sob wracked through Adrien’s body before he clenched his eyes shut tight.

His kwami snuggled further into his arm, “Want me to go cataclysm him?

A bitter laugh escaped him before he could stop it, “No, Plagg. Luka’s my friend and I don’t want to see him or Marinette get hurt.”

“You sure? I can make it so he just loses a rib or two,” the small cat snickered, leaning back, “A few broken bones won’t hurt, I promise.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Adrien says with a chuckle before hugging his kwami tightly, “Thank you, Plagg, you always know how to cheer me up.”

“Someone’s gotta keep you from getting akumatized,” Plagg squirmed out of his embrace before flopping to the bed uselessly, “Besides I also need cheese and you’re my only supplier.”

Adrien merely rolls his eyes, getting up with one last sniffle before going over to his kwami’s stash and handing him two pieces of the delicious substance. He heard Plagg scarf down the camembert quickly as he dragged himself to the bathroom to change into his pajamas. Quickly changing into the warm, comfy material he dove back into the bed where he struggled to fall asleep.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fic #marichat #adrienette #ladynoir #ladrien

[cmmonroom]

Don’t call me “kid”, don’t call me “baby”

FULL NAME: Edward “Ted” Lucas Tonks DOB: July 10, 1956 AGE: Twenty-Three GENDER: Cismale PRONOUNS: He/Him SEXUALITY: Bisexual HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff Alum OCCUPATION: Photographer @ The Daily Prophet SIDE: Neutral ALLIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral MBTI: ISFP FC: Charlie Rowe

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me.

July 1956 was cloudy in Antrim, Northern Ireland. That was until a ray of light in the form of Edward Tonks was born to Ciara and William Tonks. With two older sisters, Vivienne and Olivia, he was the youngest of three. The Tonks family seemed like your picture-perfect little family from the outside. 

That was until at the age of eight, Edward, commonly referred to as simply Ted now, sneezed and set his mother’s curtains ablaze. Strange and unexplainable things began to happen a lot to poor Ted: while these events seemed to happen when Ted was alone that scared him more, maybe he truly was crazy. The answers to Ted’s worries would come in the form of a grand-looking letter delivered by an owl just shy of his eleventh birthday. Ted was a wizard. It was a difficult pill for him to swallow. Magic, something that had just once been a small piece in bedtime stories, was real.

Looking back, his first year at Hogwarts was a blur. He was sorted into Hufflepuff almost as soon as the sorting hat was placed upon his head. Going to school was a culture shock for him; he overheard the whispers of words like ‘muggleborn’ and ‘mudblood’ with snickers directed towards him. But Ted kept his head held high and proud.

With a close knit group of fellow Hufflepuffs, Ted began to flourish at school. While during the summer he couldn’t see most of his schoolmates, he began to pick up photography as a way to save some of the memories. Armed with his old polaroid camera from home, Ted soon came to love photography. He was a great student, always eager to please his professors. In fifth year he even became a prefect. It was during rounds one night that he finally met Andromeda Black, a Slytherin in his year. He had learned very quickly that the Blacks were one family he would never be accepted by, yet something about Andromeda still seemed to pull him in. Ted showed determination that would rival a Gryffindor’s to win her over.

It only took a summer. Despite how risky they were together, that didn’t stop Ted. He lived off of their stolen glances in the hallways and fingers brushing during late-night rounds. As graduation fast approached, Ted felt like he was on top of the world; with a job at The Prophet lined up and plans to finally run away with his lover, perhaps young love had cast a fog over his eyes. Ted had been preparing himself for the eyes of every pureblood in England piercing through him as soon as his and Andromeda’s relationship would become public. What he hadn’t prepared himself for was Andromeda to be one of those pairs of eyes.

The world came crashing down around him. At seventeen, he was seemingly the most hated man in pureblood society: the scoundral who had tried to steal away one of their most eligible bachelorettes. He lost his job before he could even begin, being sent down to the arts and culture department to avoid his scandelous past tarnishing The Prophet.

Despite all of this, Ted couldn’t bring himself to hate Andromeda. It might be physically impossible for Ted to harness any kind of negative emotion towards her. While their breakup broke him to his very core, he’s managed to pick the pieces up. He’s got himself a small studio in muggle London that he shares with his cat, a big orange tabby named Buggy. Still unsatisfied with his job however, Ted is craving change; with the smell of trouble brewing in the air, perhaps that change is coming sooner than expected

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#⌜ ted ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ . #⌜ ted ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ ᴇᴅɪᴛ .

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

First name: Stella

Last name: Luna

Pesterchum/Trollian handle: SilentWildfire

God tier title: Maid of Blood

(Subject: Homestuck) she is her sessions hero of blood, she is also the one human who all the trolls get along with. Fifth player in the human session.

Matesprite: Gamzee

Kismisis: sollux

Auspistice: Karkat

Moirail: tavros

Stella tends to meddle in all things pale so she acts as everyone's moirail (for example if Karkat ever gets too upset whenever gamzee and terezi are having pitch time, he comes to her for comfort) and she basically acts like a living comfort object

13 when she enters the medium,14 when she reaches god teir and 15 1/2 when she meets everyone face to face

Human although she often wishes she were a troll

American

Female

5'4

Tallish and fairly thin

Black

One eye is indigo and the other is pink, although they were both originally indigo but after an incident on a bike when she was younger she had to get a new eye

Fairly pale

She is a very brave and kind girl who is a bit shy at first but once you get to know her better she is sugar sweet and loads of fun to hang out and talk with. She like aradia has the ability to see and talk to ghosts. She shares the same sign as feferi. She is very creative and comes up with a bunch of ideas to bring her friends back to life for example making them robot bodies then getting them to explode into god tier much like what happened with aradiabot. She is the first one to know if someone isn't feeling or acting like themselves and is also the first one to do something about it. She is a prospit dreamer and was the one who stayed behind on prospit when it was crashing down to save however many prospitarians she could. She also has a tendency to take over what eridan is supposed to be doing as he is the "prince of hope" but doesn't and gives everyone hope when and where it's needed. She hates to see others sad and does her best to cheer them up which usually involves a hug, this works fairly well with everyone , but if it doesn't seem to be working that well she knows just what to do, for example if Karkat is ever upset and a hug doesn't work she found out from kanaya (who acts like she's karkats mother) that he likes getting his stomach scratched almost like an actual cat and that always works,also like Gamzee with the shoosh-papping. She is also normally the first to attempt to break up a fight (normally between eridan and sollux) before anyone gets cut,stabbed,lanced,shot,laserbeamed,smashed with a club or hammer or just generally injured physically and also the one who pardon the pun but, helps "calm the waters" (lol). It's rare that she ever gets mad but if she does, might wanna find a place to hide because that is when all hell breaks lose. She has the camera/illustration modus, and her strife specibi are bow-and-arrow-kind, whip-kind and dagger-kind. She was actually the first to meet the trolls at all,via Pesterchum when Gamzee started trolling her one day only to tell the others about her five minutes after she had to log out. She is also trolled by all twelve trolls, including the past and future versions. She is also apparently the only one who can keep a secret on the whole meteor. She had her own four player session with one of her other friends and two other alternian's but eventually they had to do what john and his session had to do and asked her long time friends john,Dave,Rose and jade if herself and those in her session could stay on the meteor with them.She is also one of the few people who "puts up" with gamzee's jugglo shenanigans, and she also R.P's with nepeta and terezi a lot and vriska as well on occasion. Her guardian is or atleast was her older sister Sarah who was the thief of blood in her session. Her land was the land of rainbows and darkness or LORAD. She likes piratey stuff like vriska but like jade and dirk she also likes anime stuff. She doesn't like to admit it but she for whatever reason likes things that others seem to find scary. She also loves mythology and also researches it sometimes .She along with the roll play shenanigans also cosplays. She was very excited to meet everyone in person besides rose who she was great friends with and had already met in person since they practically lived next door.

She eventually alchemizes a tarot card fetch modus which to get the item you want you need to draw three cards and guess the item though its a bit buggy and only gives you the items you need when you need them. She was born with a rare genetic mutation that makes her eyes look indigo. A lot of her time with the alchemiter was spent putting in random stuff, seeing all of the things they could make and deciding if anyone besides herself would like them or "imprompto Christmas shopping" as she called it. More often then not finds herself waking up in weird positions that she had never thought possible and often has to ask gamzee or tavros to help her out of them. She is the meteors resident D.J and is often playing badass music she often takes requests but when nobody is around she still plays music just to listen to for her own entertainment and sanity. She is always learning what she needs to from her skull-kid/fox sprite. Which she made from her kernelsprite, her skull kid plushie (yes from LoZ) and the corpse of her loyal pet fox. She uses Whatever abilities her god tier gives her and she is good at calming people and trolls down, fixing things, she knows a little bit about hacking, she's a brilliant shot with a bow and arrow, she's not to very bad at cooking, she is great at alchemy. She's not afraid of much, but her only fear is what everyone is afraid of, she's afraid of losing her friends. She is basically the best friend that anyone on the meteor could ask for.

#stella the maid of blood #silentWildfire

[growthvue]

5 Ways to Be an Unforgettable Teacher

Chuck Poole on episode 180 of the 10-Minute Teacher Podcast

From the Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis

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Chuck Poole shares five ways to be an unforgettable teacher or an unforgettable coach. He also gives us links to some free cards he shares with students and parents. Get inspired with some fantastic advice on reaching students.

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Five Ways to Be an Unforgettable Teacher

Shownotes: http://ift.tt/2hnDwbX Date: Friday, October 27, 2017

Vicki: Today we’re talking with Chuck Poole @cpoole27 of the Teachonomy blog and podcast about five ways to be an unforgettable teacher.

So, Chuck, what is our first way?

Chuck: Well, our first way — because you know on Teachonomy I like to say, “Be the teacher they never forget.”

I love talking about this especially to help inspire teachers.

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #1: Start with a Relationship

The first way, I think, is probably the most important that we’ll even talk about. I want to start with it, and it’s relationship.

I believe that there’s a big difference between having a relationship with someone where you know maybe we say hello or or we have small talk, and then nurturing one that we actually care about. I think that it’s in creating those genuine relationships that you become unforgettable.

Vicki: So, how are some ways you nurture those relationships?

Chuck: Whether you’re investing in your students, or your colleagues, or even people at home, I think that the key is simple. I think that you hit on this a lot on your site just from experiencing it. I think that the key to it is we need to let people know that they matter.

Vicki: (agrees)

Chuck: And then our relationship will grow as we build trust. But I think one problem that people have is that they don’t know where to begin. So one thing that I would recommend and one thing that I think is very tangible — it’s what I do, and I have found that it’s an easy way to break the ice and begin nurturing a relationship — is through simple notes. So regardless if you’re super outgoing or extremely shy, these notes can kind of serve as a bridge to help build a relationship.

What I do is I actually have two sets of encouraging note cards. I actually had a designer create them. I like to print them, and I keep a stack of them on my desk. So I have one stack that was designed specifically to encourage teachers and one that’s for students and parents and everyone else.

Download Chuck’s notecards here: http://ift.tt/2hmxVT8

And what I do is, I will literally take one — and they have inspirational quotes and things like that on them — and I will turn it over and hand write the note. I’ll drop it in the colleague’s mailbox, or in the student’s notebook, or even give it to parents during parent-teacher conferences. I find that it’s opened doors to relationships that I would never have otherwise had.

Vicki: Now you’ve got these. We’re going to add it to the show notes, so that the listeners can download, too, right?

Chuck: Yeah so I have them on Teachonomy, but I’ll give you the links for both sets of those, so that way people can download them and share them with their colleagues and their students. I find that they are just really accepted well. People always smile when they have a personalized note from someone. One thing that I did find — just to wrap up this particular idea — is that these notes have given me the opportunity to build relationships in a way, where I’ve gone from the person that someone is smiling at, to the reason why they’re smiling. I think that there’s a big difference.

Vicki: Ohhhh. I love that! OK, what’s our second?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #2: Be the Coach in the Classroom

Chuck: Our second one is to be the coach in the classroom. Now this one hits home with me because I’ve actually been a coach for over 20 years — in athletics and in sports.

One thing that I’ve learned is that in order for my team to be successful, I need them to know three things:

They need to know that they can trust what I say.

They need to know that I believe in them.

They need to know what their goals are, and that I am someone who could help them achieve them.

So when they have these three pieces of knowledge, I’ve had successful teams, and I’ve become a coach that they remember.

So in order to be a coach in the classroom, I think that we can grasp those concepts and put them into our classrooms. I think before students can learn from us, and before we become unforgettable in their minds, they have to know these three things; they have to know that they can trust you, they have to know they that you believe in them, and they have to know that you can help guide them toward accomplishing their goals.

Vicki: I love it.

Chuck: Once they know those three things, then you can truly coach them and guide them and really become unforgettable.

Vicki: Awesome. What’s our third?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #3: Face Your Fears

Chuck: The third one is to face your fears. I’m a firm believer that no one ever moves forward in life by standing still. I think in order to be an unforgettable teacher, you have to be willing to get rid of the excuses that kind of get us stuck. We have to be willing to take the risks that scare us in order to move forward.

And this is cool, Vicki. I read a statistic the other day, that said in our world today our knowledge doubles every three months. so that means that today, we know double what we knew just three months ago.

I think as a teacher, that kind of tells us that we need to be willing to embrace change. In order to stand out from the crowd — and change tends to be something that we often fear because we fear that with that change comes failure.

Vicki: (agrees)

Chuck: I think one way to face that fear is to look at failure a little bit differently. I think if we were to change how we look at it. Instead of looking at failure is something that we did wrong, or we couldn’t accomplish, but we look at it rather as something we needed in order to learn and move forward, I think we would be able to face those fears and embrace change a little bit differently. Once we embrace that change and we face those fears, we begin to eliminate the excuses that once got us stuck, and we help students become even better than we thought possible, even if it scares us to death.

Vicki: Yeah. Once I heard an acronym for FEAR. False Evidence Appearing Real. That is so true many times. So what’s our fourth?

Chuck: Yeah I agree that is awesome, that acronym, actually.

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #4: Exceed Expectations

The fourth one is to exceed expectations. Now, great teachers, I think always exceed expectations, and I think most people that are listening to this probably would fall into that category.

I find that a story that was once told to me kind of transformed the way I look at how I teach. I just want to share that, because I have a friend and a mentor that’s outside of teaching so it’s not someone that is a teacher. But they told me a story once to kind of explain a point about his daughter.

He told me that when his daughter was younger, she loved to play games on his iPhone, just like any kids would. She would constantly ask for time to play, and he would oblige and say,”Yeah, sure. That’s fine.”

But there was one time that she came in, and she asked him if she could play on his iPhone, and he said no. So she walked away and she was kind of sad. He said he stopped her, and he said, “No, just wait one second.” He reached in his bag and he pulled out his iPad. And he said, “You can’t play on my iPhone, but you can play on my iPad.”

He was saying that you know, from a loving father he wanted to give her much more than she expected.

I think as teachers, we should strive to give our students an iPad experience when they’re expecting an iPhone.

Vicki: I love that! OK, what’s our fifth?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #5: Be Quiet

Chuck: Our fifth is to simply be quiet.

Vicki: Ohhhh, that’s hard!

Chuck: What I mean by that is that think that teachers should really never be the loudest person in the room — which we’ve heard that the people doing the learning should be the ones doing the talking, which is something that I heard in a conversation as well. I think that we all understand that the importance of collaboration and discussion is crucial. But to be unforgettable, I think we need to be quiet in a different way.

Here’s what I mean. One thing that I did this year — and I found it to be a game-changer — was I implemented a weekly meeting. Literally, what I did was I took one class period. I took it out of the curriculum, and everything. It was on Fridays, and every Friday we have one class period that was dedicated to having an in-house meeting with my classes. I teach middle school, so I have multiple classes.

What we would do is each week with each class, we focus on three things.

1 – Evaluate me as a teacher

The first thing I told him was probably one of the most important, and that was where they had to evaluate me as a teacher. They have to tell me what I did well, what I did poorly, what I can improve on. I gave them that voice to kind of give me the criticism that I would need in order to help me get better.

2 – Class meeting about learning

Second, I told them the concepts that we be focusing on the next week, and together we would brainstorm how they wanted to learn them. So then it was my job to kind of develop the unit or lessons around it with it how they themselves learned.

3 – Plan together

Then third, we’d literally plan together. We would work out things like rubrics or strategies or things like that together so they had a full understanding of the expectations. They knew the expectations going into the following week, and they essentially helped create them. It gave them ownership of their learning.

I found that even with boring materials, they were more engaged after implementing these meetings than they ever had been. So I think, you know, when we take the time to be quiet and listen carefully, and we give our students that chance to give input, we become just unforgettable.

Vicki: Oh, I love that! Like, I’m so doing that, Chuck!

Chuck: (laughs)

Vicki: I’m sitting here thinking about, you know, the greatest PD for me is very often podcasts, blog posts, but even when educators who care share… So when you talk to somebody like you, and you have these amazing ideas, it transforms us.

I’m so excited about striving to be unforgettable. Thank you!

Chuck: Oh, you’re welcome!

  Transcribed by Kymberli Mulford

[email protected]

Bio as submitted

Chuck is a teacher, a coach and the visionary behind Teachonomy (http://ift.tt/YQZsjS). He is the host of the Teachonomy Talks podcast (http://ift.tt/2onW3XB), and blogs weekly on topics that encourage, equip, and empower teachers and leaders around the globe. Chuck has been teaching for over 15 years and believes that those who teach and lead have the unique opportunity to live life out loud and become the champions of those they serve. Chuck lives in New Jersey with his wife and enjoys mentoring others, creating laughter in the classroom, and the continued pursuit of his next adventure.

Blog: http://ift.tt/YQZsjS

Twitter: @cpoole27

Disclosure of Material Connection: This is a “sponsored podcast episode.” The company who sponsored it compensated me via cash payment, gift, or something else of value to include a reference to their product. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I believe will be good for my readers and are from companies I can recommend. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.) This company has no impact on the editorial content of the show.

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All think About Siamese Cats

All think About Siamese Cats

Siamese cats are one of the maximum liked breeds amongst cat lovers, and understandably so. There are many motives to love a Siamese cat from their blue eyes peering thru the dark patch on their face to their excessive level of intelligence and electricity. From their history to their persona, Siamese cats are a very precise breed.

Siamese cats Breed records

Siamese cats originated in Thailand in the 14th century. At that time, they were reserved for the royal families who could then bestow them on traveling dignitaries. The first confirmed up within America a while inside the past due 1800’s. The primary documented Siamese tom cat to reveal up in the u.S.A. Become a gift to First female Lucy Hayes. In gift-day, Siamese cats rank fifth in recognition in the united states of America in line with the Cat Fancier’s affiliation.

Basic Breed facts of Siamese cats

Lady Siamese cats normally come to be weighing among six to 10 kilos with a height of twenty-one inches, at the same time as males commonly weigh among nine and fourteen pounds and grow to a peak of twenty-3 inches. Their trademark look includes a wedge-fashioned head with deep blue eyes, sleek frame, and huge pointed ears. Their coat is also an indicator feature with a cream-colored torso and darkish areas at the face, ears, and toes. That is because of a mutated enzyme within the pigment. There are four authentic shades of the Siamese cats breed of cat as identified by the Cat Fancier’s affiliation. These shades consist of the seal, chocolate, blue, and lilac. Blue and lilac are clearly diluted variations of the seal and chocolate hues.

Siamese Cat persona and Temperament

Even though very social cats, they may be no longer always the satisfactory choice for a household with kids. They may be typically very dedicated and loyal to their owners and love to speak. Many cat owners say their Siamese will continually tell them what is on their minds and are not shy approximately making their demands regarded.

Continually playful and loving, the Siamese breed does no longer entail the everyday aloof tom cat attitude. They’re referred to as the eternal kitten; the cat that in no way grows up. They display a more social persona than different breeds, even in the presence of different domestic animals.

They’re a pleasure to own or even greater a laugh to observe as they play among themselves or with the opposite cat and dog residents with whom they live. Their excessive stage of intelligence is one of their signature traits. Many Siamese cat owners file their cats are capable of gain knowledge to carry out hints and learn their names in no time.

Commonplace scientific troubles

Alas, much like with all breeds of cats and puppies, the Siamese cat also has positive scientific conditions to which it’s miles genetically predisposed. Many humans know approximately the pass-eyed and kink-tailed abnormalities inherent within the Siamese breed, but those issues were all however completely removed via cautious breeding of  Siamese cats. There are issues, however, which still gift within the genetic code of this breed. These issues are gingivitis and a liver-destroying sickness called amyloidosis.

Finally on Siamese cats

At the same time as gingivitis may be avoided through proper dental care, amyloidosis is a far extra serious infection caused by abnormally high levels of amyloid deposited within the liver. Amyloid is a fibrous protein and while excessive degrees are a gift within the liver, it is able to cause hemorrhaging and renal failure. Signs encompass yellowing of the pores and skin or eyes, vomiting, loss of energy, enlarged stomach, anorexia, and immoderate thirst inside the presence of excessive urination.

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5 Ways to Be an Unforgettable Teacher

Chuck Poole on episode 213 [A special encore episode] of the 10-Minute Teacher Podcast

From the Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis

Follow @coolcatteacher on Twitter

Chuck Poole shares five ways to be an unforgettable teacher or an unforgettable coach. He also gives us links to some free cards he shares with students and parents. Get inspired by some fantastic advice on reaching students.

Today’s episode is sponsored by JAM.com, the perfect last minute holiday gift for your kids or grandkids. The creative courses at Jam.com are project-based, creative and FUN. Use the code COOLCAT50 to get $50 off your course. And remember that you can sign up for a 14 day FREE trial of any course with your child aged 7-16. Drawing. Minecraft. Legos. And more!

Use the code COOLCAT50 for $50 off the cost of the course.

Listen Now

Listen to the show on iTunes or Stitcher

Stream by clicking here.

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Enhanced Transcript

5 Ways to Be an Unforgettable Teacher

Vicki: Today we’re talking with Chuck Poole @cpoole27 of the Teachonomy blog and podcast about five ways to be an unforgettable teacher.

So, Chuck, what is our first way?

Chuck: Well, our first way — because you know on Teachonomy I like to say, “Be the teacher they never forget.”

I love talking about this especially to help inspire teachers.

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #1: Start with a Relationship

The first way, I think, is probably the most important that we’ll even talk about. I want to start with it, and it’s relationship.

I believe that there’s a big difference between having a relationship with someone where you know maybe we say hello or or we have small talk, and then nurturing one that we actually care about. I think that it’s in creating those genuine relationships that you become unforgettable.

Vicki: So, how are some ways you nurture those relationships?

Chuck: Whether you’re investing in your students, or your colleagues, or even people at home, I think that the key is simple. I think that you hit on this a lot on your site just from experiencing it. I think that the key to it is we need to let people know that they matter.

Vicki: (agrees)

Chuck: And then our relationship will grow as we build trust. But I think one problem that people have is that they don’t know where to begin. So one thing that I would recommend and one thing that I think is very tangible — it’s what I do, and I have found that it’s an easy way to break the ice and begin nurturing a relationship — is through simple notes. So regardless if you’re super outgoing or extremely shy, these notes can kind of serve as a bridge to help build a relationship.

What I do is I actually have two sets of encouraging note cards. I actually had a designer create them. I like to print them, and I keep a stack of them on my desk. So I have one stack that was designed specifically to encourage teachers and one that’s for students and parents and everyone else.

Download Chuck’s notecards here: http://ift.tt/2hmxVT8

And what I do is, I will literally take one — and they have inspirational quotes and things like that on them — and I will turn it over and hand write the note. I’ll drop it in the colleague’s mailbox, or in the student’s notebook, or even give it to parents during parent-teacher conferences. I find that it’s opened doors to relationships that I would never have otherwise had.

Vicki: Now you’ve got these. We’re going to add it to the show notes, so that the listeners can download, too, right?

Chuck: Yeah so I have them on Teachonomy, but I’ll give you the links for both sets of those, so that way people can download them and share them with their colleagues and their students. I find that they are just really accepted well. People always smile when they have a personalized note from someone. One thing that I did find — just to wrap up this particular idea — is that these notes have given me the opportunity to build relationships in a way, where I’ve gone from the person that someone is smiling at, to the reason why they’re smiling. I think that there’s a big difference.

Vicki: Ohhhh. I love that! OK, what’s our second?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #2: Be the Coach in the Classroom

Chuck: Our second one is to be the coach in the classroom. Now this one hits home with me because I’ve actually been a coach for over 20 years — in athletics and in sports.

One thing that I’ve learned is that in order for my team to be successful, I need them to know three things:

They need to know that they can trust what I say.

They need to know that I believe in them.

They need to know what their goals are, and that I am someone who could help them achieve them.

So when they have these three pieces of knowledge, I’ve had successful teams, and I’ve become a coach that they remember.

So in order to be a coach in the classroom, I think that we can grasp those concepts and put them into our classrooms. I think before students can learn from us, and before we become unforgettable in their minds, they have to know these three things; they have to know that they can trust you, they have to know they that you believe in them, and they have to know that you can help guide them toward accomplishing their goals.

Vicki: I love it.

Chuck: Once they know those three things, then you can truly coach them and guide them and really become unforgettable.

Vicki: Awesome. What’s our third?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #3: Face Your Fears

Chuck: The third one is to face your fears. I’m a firm believer that no one ever moves forward in life by standing still. I think in order to be an unforgettable teacher, you have to be willing to get rid of the excuses that kind of get us stuck. We have to be willing to take the risks that scare us in order to move forward.

And this is cool, Vicki. I read a statistic the other day, that said in our world today our knowledge doubles every three months. so that means that today, we know double what we knew just three months ago.

I think as a teacher, that kind of tells us that we need to be willing to embrace change. In order to stand out from the crowd — and change tends to be something that we often fear because we fear that with that change comes failure.

Vicki: (agrees)

Chuck: I think one way to face that fear is to look at failure a little bit differently. I think if we were to change how we look at it. Instead of looking at failure is something that we did wrong, or we couldn’t accomplish, but we look at it rather as something we needed in order to learn and move forward, I think we would be able to face those fears and embrace change a little bit differently. Once we embrace that change and we face those fears, we begin to eliminate the excuses that once got us stuck, and we help students become even better than we thought possible, even if it scares us to death.

Vicki: Yeah. Once I heard an acronym for FEAR. False Evidence Appearing Real. That is so true many times. So what’s our fourth?

Chuck: Yeah I agree that is awesome, that acronym, actually.

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #4: Exceed Expectations

The fourth one is to exceed expectations. Now, great teachers, I think always exceed expectations, and I think most people that are listening to this probably would fall into that category.

I find that a story that was once told to me kind of transformed the way I look at how I teach. I just want to share that, because I have a friend and a mentor that’s outside of teaching so it’s not someone that is a teacher. But they told me a story once to kind of explain a point about his daughter.

He told me that when his daughter was younger, she loved to play games on his iPhone, just like any kids would. She would constantly ask for time to play, and he would oblige and say,”Yeah, sure. That’s fine.”

But there was one time that she came in, and she asked him if she could play on his iPhone, and he said no. So she walked away and she was kind of sad. He said he stopped her, and he said, “No, just wait one second.” He reached in his bag and he pulled out his iPad. And he said, “You can’t play on my iPhone, but you can play on my iPad.”

He was saying that you know, from a loving father he wanted to give her much more than she expected.

I think as teachers, we should strive to give our students an iPad experience when they’re expecting an iPhone.

Vicki: I love that! OK, what’s our fifth?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #5: Be Quiet

Chuck: Our fifth is to simply be quiet.

Vicki: Ohhhh, that’s hard!

Chuck: What I mean by that is that think that teachers should really never be the loudest person in the room — which we’ve heard that the people doing the learning should be the ones doing the talking, which is something that I heard in a conversation as well. I think that we all understand that the importance of collaboration and discussion is crucial. But to be unforgettable, I think we need to be quiet in a different way.

Here’s what I mean. One thing that I did this year — and I found it to be a game-changer — was I implemented a weekly meeting. Literally, what I did was I took one class period. I took it out of the curriculum, and everything. It was on Fridays, and every Friday we have one class period that was dedicated to having an in-house meeting with my classes. I teach middle school, so I have multiple classes.

What we would do is each week with each class, we focus on three things.

1 – Evaluate me as a teacher

The first thing I told him was probably one of the most important, and that was where they had to evaluate me as a teacher. They have to tell me what I did well, what I did poorly, what I can improve on. I gave them that voice to kind of give me the criticism that I would need in order to help me get better.

2 – Class meeting about learning

Second, I told them the concepts that we be focusing on the next week, and together we would brainstorm how they wanted to learn them. So then it was my job to kind of develop the unit or lessons around it with it how they themselves learned.

3 – Plan together

Then third, we’d literally plan together. We would work out things like rubrics or strategies or things like that together so they had a full understanding of the expectations. They knew the expectations going into the following week, and they essentially helped create them. It gave them ownership of their learning.

I found that even with boring materials, they were more engaged after implementing these meetings than they ever had been. So I think, you know, when we take the time to be quiet and listen carefully, and we give our students that chance to give input, we become just unforgettable.

Vicki: Oh, I love that! Like, I’m so doing that, Chuck!

Chuck: (laughs)

Vicki: I’m sitting here thinking about, you know, the greatest PD for me is very often podcasts, blog posts, but even when educators who care share… So when you talk to somebody like you, and you have these amazing ideas, it transforms us.

I’m so excited about striving to be unforgettable. Thank you!

Chuck: Oh, you’re welcome!

Transcribed by Kymberli Mulford

[email protected]

Bio as submitted

Chuck is a teacher, a coach and the visionary behind Teachonomy (http://ift.tt/YQZsjS). He is the host of the Teachonomy Talks podcast (http://ift.tt/2onW3XB), and blogs weekly on topics that encourage, equip, and empower teachers and leaders around the globe. Chuck has been teaching for over 15 years and believes that those who teach and lead have the unique opportunity to live life out loud and become the champions of those they serve. Chuck lives in New Jersey with his wife and enjoys mentoring others, creating laughter in the classroom, and the continued pursuit of his next adventure.

Blog: http://ift.tt/YQZsjS

Twitter: @cpoole27

Disclosure of Material Connection: This is a “sponsored podcast episode.” The company who sponsored it compensated me via cash payment, gift, or something else of value to include a reference to their product. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I believe will be good for my readers and are from companies I can recommend. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.” This company has no impact on the editorial content of the show.

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5 Ways to Be an Unforgettable Teacher

Chuck Poole on episode 213 [A special encore episode] of the 10-Minute Teacher Podcast

From the Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis

Follow @coolcatteacher on Twitter

Chuck Poole shares five ways to be an unforgettable teacher or an unforgettable coach. He also gives us links to some free cards he shares with students and parents. Get inspired by some fantastic advice on reaching students.

Today’s episode is sponsored by JAM.com, the perfect last minute holiday gift for your kids or grandkids. The creative courses at Jam.com are project-based, creative and FUN. Use the code COOLCAT50 to get $50 off your course. And remember that you can sign up for a 14 day FREE trial of any course with your child aged 7-16. Drawing. Minecraft. Legos. And more!

Use the code COOLCAT50 for $50 off the cost of the course.

Listen Now

Listen to the show on iTunes or Stitcher

Stream by clicking here.

***

Enhanced Transcript

5 Ways to Be an Unforgettable Teacher

Vicki: Today we’re talking with Chuck Poole @cpoole27 of the Teachonomy blog and podcast about five ways to be an unforgettable teacher.

So, Chuck, what is our first way?

Chuck: Well, our first way — because you know on Teachonomy I like to say, “Be the teacher they never forget.”

I love talking about this especially to help inspire teachers.

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #1: Start with a Relationship

The first way, I think, is probably the most important that we’ll even talk about. I want to start with it, and it’s relationship.

I believe that there’s a big difference between having a relationship with someone where you know maybe we say hello or or we have small talk, and then nurturing one that we actually care about. I think that it’s in creating those genuine relationships that you become unforgettable.

Vicki: So, how are some ways you nurture those relationships?

Chuck: Whether you’re investing in your students, or your colleagues, or even people at home, I think that the key is simple. I think that you hit on this a lot on your site just from experiencing it. I think that the key to it is we need to let people know that they matter.

Vicki: (agrees)

Chuck: And then our relationship will grow as we build trust. But I think one problem that people have is that they don’t know where to begin. So one thing that I would recommend and one thing that I think is very tangible — it’s what I do, and I have found that it’s an easy way to break the ice and begin nurturing a relationship — is through simple notes. So regardless if you’re super outgoing or extremely shy, these notes can kind of serve as a bridge to help build a relationship.

What I do is I actually have two sets of encouraging note cards. I actually had a designer create them. I like to print them, and I keep a stack of them on my desk. So I have one stack that was designed specifically to encourage teachers and one that’s for students and parents and everyone else.

Download Chuck’s notecards here: http://ift.tt/2hmxVT8

And what I do is, I will literally take one — and they have inspirational quotes and things like that on them — and I will turn it over and hand write the note. I’ll drop it in the colleague’s mailbox, or in the student’s notebook, or even give it to parents during parent-teacher conferences. I find that it’s opened doors to relationships that I would never have otherwise had.

Vicki: Now you’ve got these. We’re going to add it to the show notes, so that the listeners can download, too, right?

Chuck: Yeah so I have them on Teachonomy, but I’ll give you the links for both sets of those, so that way people can download them and share them with their colleagues and their students. I find that they are just really accepted well. People always smile when they have a personalized note from someone. One thing that I did find — just to wrap up this particular idea — is that these notes have given me the opportunity to build relationships in a way, where I’ve gone from the person that someone is smiling at, to the reason why they’re smiling. I think that there’s a big difference.

Vicki: Ohhhh. I love that! OK, what’s our second?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #2: Be the Coach in the Classroom

Chuck: Our second one is to be the coach in the classroom. Now this one hits home with me because I’ve actually been a coach for over 20 years — in athletics and in sports.

One thing that I’ve learned is that in order for my team to be successful, I need them to know three things:

They need to know that they can trust what I say.

They need to know that I believe in them.

They need to know what their goals are, and that I am someone who could help them achieve them.

So when they have these three pieces of knowledge, I’ve had successful teams, and I’ve become a coach that they remember.

So in order to be a coach in the classroom, I think that we can grasp those concepts and put them into our classrooms. I think before students can learn from us, and before we become unforgettable in their minds, they have to know these three things; they have to know that they can trust you, they have to know they that you believe in them, and they have to know that you can help guide them toward accomplishing their goals.

Vicki: I love it.

Chuck: Once they know those three things, then you can truly coach them and guide them and really become unforgettable.

Vicki: Awesome. What’s our third?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #3: Face Your Fears

Chuck: The third one is to face your fears. I’m a firm believer that no one ever moves forward in life by standing still. I think in order to be an unforgettable teacher, you have to be willing to get rid of the excuses that kind of get us stuck. We have to be willing to take the risks that scare us in order to move forward.

And this is cool, Vicki. I read a statistic the other day, that said in our world today our knowledge doubles every three months. so that means that today, we know double what we knew just three months ago.

I think as a teacher, that kind of tells us that we need to be willing to embrace change. In order to stand out from the crowd — and change tends to be something that we often fear because we fear that with that change comes failure.

Vicki: (agrees)

Chuck: I think one way to face that fear is to look at failure a little bit differently. I think if we were to change how we look at it. Instead of looking at failure is something that we did wrong, or we couldn’t accomplish, but we look at it rather as something we needed in order to learn and move forward, I think we would be able to face those fears and embrace change a little bit differently. Once we embrace that change and we face those fears, we begin to eliminate the excuses that once got us stuck, and we help students become even better than we thought possible, even if it scares us to death.

Vicki: Yeah. Once I heard an acronym for FEAR. False Evidence Appearing Real. That is so true many times. So what’s our fourth?

Chuck: Yeah I agree that is awesome, that acronym, actually.

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #4: Exceed Expectations

The fourth one is to exceed expectations. Now, great teachers, I think always exceed expectations, and I think most people that are listening to this probably would fall into that category.

I find that a story that was once told to me kind of transformed the way I look at how I teach. I just want to share that, because I have a friend and a mentor that’s outside of teaching so it’s not someone that is a teacher. But they told me a story once to kind of explain a point about his daughter.

He told me that when his daughter was younger, she loved to play games on his iPhone, just like any kids would. She would constantly ask for time to play, and he would oblige and say,”Yeah, sure. That’s fine.”

But there was one time that she came in, and she asked him if she could play on his iPhone, and he said no. So she walked away and she was kind of sad. He said he stopped her, and he said, “No, just wait one second.” He reached in his bag and he pulled out his iPad. And he said, “You can’t play on my iPhone, but you can play on my iPad.”

He was saying that you know, from a loving father he wanted to give her much more than she expected.

I think as teachers, we should strive to give our students an iPad experience when they’re expecting an iPhone.

Vicki: I love that! OK, what’s our fifth?

Unforgettable Teacher Tip #5: Be Quiet

Chuck: Our fifth is to simply be quiet.

Vicki: Ohhhh, that’s hard!

Chuck: What I mean by that is that think that teachers should really never be the loudest person in the room — which we’ve heard that the people doing the learning should be the ones doing the talking, which is something that I heard in a conversation as well. I think that we all understand that the importance of collaboration and discussion is crucial. But to be unforgettable, I think we need to be quiet in a different way.

Here’s what I mean. One thing that I did this year — and I found it to be a game-changer — was I implemented a weekly meeting. Literally, what I did was I took one class period. I took it out of the curriculum, and everything. It was on Fridays, and every Friday we have one class period that was dedicated to having an in-house meeting with my classes. I teach middle school, so I have multiple classes.

What we would do is each week with each class, we focus on three things.

1 – Evaluate me as a teacher

The first thing I told him was probably one of the most important, and that was where they had to evaluate me as a teacher. They have to tell me what I did well, what I did poorly, what I can improve on. I gave them that voice to kind of give me the criticism that I would need in order to help me get better.

2 – Class meeting about learning

Second, I told them the concepts that we be focusing on the next week, and together we would brainstorm how they wanted to learn them. So then it was my job to kind of develop the unit or lessons around it with it how they themselves learned.

3 – Plan together

Then third, we’d literally plan together. We would work out things like rubrics or strategies or things like that together so they had a full understanding of the expectations. They knew the expectations going into the following week, and they essentially helped create them. It gave them ownership of their learning.

I found that even with boring materials, they were more engaged after implementing these meetings than they ever had been. So I think, you know, when we take the time to be quiet and listen carefully, and we give our students that chance to give input, we become just unforgettable.

Vicki: Oh, I love that! Like, I’m so doing that, Chuck!

Chuck: (laughs)

Vicki: I’m sitting here thinking about, you know, the greatest PD for me is very often podcasts, blog posts, but even when educators who care share… So when you talk to somebody like you, and you have these amazing ideas, it transforms us.

I’m so excited about striving to be unforgettable. Thank you!

Chuck: Oh, you’re welcome!

Transcribed by Kymberli Mulford

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Chuck is a teacher, a coach and the visionary behind Teachonomy (http://ift.tt/YQZsjS). He is the host of the Teachonomy Talks podcast (http://ift.tt/2onW3XB), and blogs weekly on topics that encourage, equip, and empower teachers and leaders around the globe. Chuck has been teaching for over 15 years and believes that those who teach and lead have the unique opportunity to live life out loud and become the champions of those they serve. Chuck lives in New Jersey with his wife and enjoys mentoring others, creating laughter in the classroom, and the continued pursuit of his next adventure.

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