Introverted|Strawberries & Cigarettes (Sebastian X Reader)

Chapter 18 | flower dance

6:00 am

It was the next day and Y/n is up early as she quickly finishes her morning chores. The sun is only rising as she showers, and Teriyaki plays with the new chicks at the farm; walking around them, chasing and following them to keep them out of harm's way.

He grows tired and enters, purring as the male feline cuddles up to his mother's bare ankles, water dripping down them as she dries herself off. Y/n stared up at the off-the-shoulder, fairy Edwardian dress she has folded on her bed and contemplated whether she was to wear it or not.

Sure she wasn't going to participate in any dancing, but that didn't mean she would show up in her work clothes. Still, Y/n hesitated as it came to her, the eyes that would lurk around her. Despite the intentions of them, she would remain insecure. For her confidence in her looks was not her strong suit. And Y/n would yet again want to hide away.

"I can always stick with masculine wear can't I, Teri?" Y/n laughs to herself as she speaks to her cat, inching towards her dresser for a new set of baggy, comfortable clothing. Her eyes catch her cats and she pauses as she watches him blink slowly with judgement and lays his head down to nap.

A frown reaches her face. "Fine then. I can just-"

As Y/n continues to change, she slips into the dress and searches throughout her wardrobe until she realizes all her nice clothing was shoved at the bottom of a box which was hidden beneath her bed.

Cringing, Y/n checked her phone and began to rush as there was only one hour left till the event she dreaded.

Her dress flowed, stopping just below her knees as she scurried around her house, getting ready as quick as she could until she looked decent enough in the view of her mirror.

Y/n exhales briefly, flattening out the wrinkles on her dress skirt and zipping up her combat platform boots, satisfied.

Twenty minutes are left on the clock and she grabs her backpack and scabbard with her sword comfortably tucked inside to bring along with her. A quick breakfast consisting of toast with her favourite spread and she kisses her cat on the top of the head, petting behind his ears as she lovingly bids her goodbye to him.

Her phone is in her hand, finishing off the rest of her toast as she walks, Y/n feels vulnerable without something to cover her bared arms and shoulders. She wished she'd woken up sooner to have time to look through her boxes, but there was simply no choice but to go as she was.

My purple-haired wife:
I see you Y/n

My purple-haired wife:
Look behind you

Y/n's brows furrow and her shoulders relaxed as she grins with amusement, turning to see her friends already feasting their eyes on her. Abigail, Sam, Sebastian and surprisingly, Shane.

He wasn't with them, more he bumped into them on the way. "Y/n! Your dress oh my god." Abigail squeals with excitement, giddy as she spins her farmer friend around with her hands on her shoulders. Y/n can only snicker and comply, briefly thanking her as she wrapped her arms around Abigail's shoulders to pull her into a tender hug.

Sure, neither of the girls truly liked the physical feeling of being in a dress, but they could both agree that some aspects of it were charming to their figures.