#The vibes here are so much cozier and warm and lovely

[triona-tribblescore]

Babes did you die you haven’t posted In so long

IM STILL ALIVE!!! just very quiet here :>

[kathlare]

a touch of christmas

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando Norris spends the day Christmas shopping in Monaco, picking out decorations to make his flat special for Amelie’s upcoming visit.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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December 12th, 2023 - Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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norris.content: Someone did some Christmas shopping 🎄🎁🛍️

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f1girliee: Monaco Lando shopping for Christmas??? Oh, he’s def hosting a holiday party. 💅✨ → lanfan47: @f1girliee Imagine getting an invite. I’d just show up with mulled wine and vibes. 🎄🥂

f1rumorsdaily: Okay, but where are the pics of him shopping? Was he alone, or are we missing some key details here? 👀 → charlandogeorge: @f1rumorsdaily Y’all just want to know if Amelie was there. Admit it. → f1fandomtea: @f1rumorsdaily The shop workers said he was “talking to someone on FaceTime” though… Bet it’s her. 😏

lanomaniac: Monaco Lando radiates hot boyfriend energy lately, not even gonna lie.

f1insiderfan: Ooooh the holidays are hitting different this year. Is it me, or do Lando and Amelie look like they’re back to being way too cozy lately? 👀

landonorrisforever: He’s been living in Monaco and still didn’t buy his Christmas decorations last minute? A king. 👑

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Lando Norris adjusted the hood of his hoodie, pulling it further down as he walked through the aisles of the high-end home décor store in Monte Carlo. It was early afternoon, and the store buzzed quietly with the chatter of holiday shoppers. His hands were stuffed into his jacket pockets as he scanned the shelves, his sharp eyes darting from twinkling fairy lights to miniature Christmas trees.

He’d already grabbed a cart full of ornaments—reds and golds, the colors he thought Amelie would love—and had thrown in a couple of scented candles with labels he couldn’t even pronounce, figuring they’d make the place feel cozier. He knew she liked those little touches, the way she always made spaces feel warm and lived-in.

He reached for a snowflake garland when he caught the faint sound of a phone camera clicking. He froze, his jaw tightening. Turning slightly, he spotted a woman a few feet away, her phone angled subtly toward him.

—Brilliant,— Lando muttered under his breath, sighing. He grabbed the garland and tossed it into the cart, deciding to ignore her. It wasn’t like he could do much about it. Being recognized came with the territory, but he couldn’t help feeling annoyed. This wasn’t for the public eye. This wasn’t about racing, or sponsorships, or any of the usual stuff. This was for her. For Amelie.

Shaking off the irritation, Lando pushed his cart toward the checkout line, picking up a final box of fairy lights along the way.

By the time he got back to his car, he was grinning despite himself. He glanced at the pile of bags in the passenger seat and shook his head. He might’ve gone a bit overboard, but he didn’t care.

As he navigated the streets of Monte Carlo back to his building, his phone buzzed on the center console. He glanced at the caller ID and saw Max Fewtrell’s name flashing. Groaning, he hit the hands-free button.

—What do you want?— Lando said with mock irritation as the call connected.

—How’s the shopping going, Santa?— Max teased on the other end.

—Piss off,— Lando retorted, though a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

—Did you buy the whole store? Or just enough to bankrupt yourself? Because knowing you, you’re trying to impress her, and let me tell you, mate, she’s already dating you. You don’t need to build a bloody palace.—

Lando rolled his eyes as he pulled into the underground garage of his building. —It’s not for impressing her, idiot. It’s just...— he trailed off, struggling to explain without sounding like a sap. —I want it to feel special. It’s her first time coming here since we got together.—

Max snorted. —You’re so whipped. I love it.—

—Shut up. Be useful and help me unload when I’m upstairs.—

—Oh, don’t worry, I’ll help. I need to see this masterpiece in the making. Be there in five.—

By the time Lando had lugged the bags up to his flat and dumped them on the living room floor, Max was already knocking at the door.

—You didn’t even bring one bag up? Lazy git,— Lando said as he opened the door, stepping aside to let Max in.

—Hey, I’m here for moral support, not manual labor,— Max shot back, already grinning as his eyes landed on the sea of decorations strewn across the living room. —Holy shit, mate. You weren’t kidding. This looks like Santa’s workshop exploded in here.—

—It’s not that bad,— Lando said defensively, though even he had to admit it was a bit excessive. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. —Okay, maybe it’s a lot. But it’ll look great once it’s up.—

Max plopped onto the couch, grabbing a box of fairy lights and inspecting it. —So, what’s the plan? You going for classy, romantic, or are we talking full-on cheesy Christmas?—

—Bit of both, I guess? Romantic for her, fun for me.— Lando grinned as he tore into a box of ornaments. —I got these little stockings we can hang up. One for me, one for her. Thought it’d be cute.—

Max raised an eyebrow. —Who are you, and what have you done with Lando Norris? You’re never this thoughtful.—

—It’s different with her,— Lando said simply, shrugging as he pulled out a gold ribbon. —She makes me want to do stuff like this. Makes me... happy.—

Max smirked, leaning back. —Yeah, yeah, you’re soft as hell. I get it. But you know, you’re going to have to stop acting like you don’t care about her in public. People are starting to notice, mate. I saw some fans talking about you being in New York last week.—

Lando’s jaw tensed. —I know. It’s tricky, though. We’re not ready to go public yet, and I don’t want to fuck it up for her.— He sighed, running a hand through his hair. —She’s been through a lot with people prying into her life. I just want to keep this ours for a bit longer.—

Max nodded, uncharacteristically serious for a moment. —Fair enough. But you know they’re going to figure it out sooner or later. You’re shit at hiding how much you like her.—

Lando chuckled, shaking his head as he started stringing fairy lights around the window. —Yeah, well, let’s just hope it’s later. For now, I just want to make this place perfect for her.—

A few hours later, the flat had been transformed. Twinkling lights adorned every surface, the tiny tree in the corner sparkled with ornaments, and the scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air from the candles Lando had scattered around. The stockings hung neatly on the wall, and the sofa had a new blanket draped over it—a soft red one he’d picked out because it reminded him of Christmas mornings.

Max stood back, hands on his hips as he surveyed their work. —You know, this isn’t half bad. She’s going to love it.—

Lando smiled, a bit of nervous energy bubbling in his chest. —You think so?—

—Mate, if she doesn’t, she’s insane. Or blind. Or both.— Max grinned, clapping him on the back. —Now, let’s hope she doesn’t laugh at you for the stupid reindeer figurines.—

—Oi, those are classy,— Lando shot back, though he laughed along with Max.

As they collapsed onto the couch, Max nudged him. —You’ve got it bad, Norris.—

Lando didn’t deny it. He stared at the lights twinkling in the dimmed room, already imagining Amelie’s reaction when she walked through the door. Maybe it was a bit much, but for her, it was worth it. Every damn bit.

[rreidsdream]

Halloween surprise

Summary: Spencer loves Halloween and today on Halloweens eve you decided to finally tell him about your pregnancy and make this a special Halloween.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

CW/Tags: pregnancy, just fluff, Spencer is your bf

WC: 1k

The crisp autumn air swirled around outside, rustling the golden and crimson leaves that had fallen in the yard. Inside, everything was cozy and warm. You and Spencer had spent most of the afternoon carving pumpkins, each of you trying to outdo the other with creative designs. His intricate patterns were, unsurprisingly, more geometric and scientific, while yours were playful and spontaneous. Laughter filled the air as Spencer’s focused expression broke into a grin when he finally finished his masterpiece.

“Okay, okay, yours wins,” you said, playfully nudging him.

He smiled softly, his hazel eyes lighting up as they always did when he looked at you. “I don’t know, I think yours has more… charm,” he teased.

You both stepped back to admire the glowing pumpkins that now sat on the porch, the flickering candlelight giving them an eerie yet festive vibe. The evening sky was deepening, the stars beginning to dot the darkening canvas overhead. Spencer pulled you close, wrapping his long arms around your waist as you leaned into his warmth.

“I love this time of year,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I know,” you whispered, feeling the flutter in your chest, knowing tonight was going to be special.

After a few more moments outside, you both retreated into the house, the cozy atmosphere welcoming you. The living room was bathed in the warm glow of candles, their orange light flickering against the walls. The scent of cinnamon and pumpkin spice lingered in the air, mixing with the slight chill that clung to your sweaters from being outside. Spencer had already set up your favorite Halloween horror movies, and as you both nestled on the couch, he pulled a blanket over the two of you.

You leaned into his embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek as you rested your head on his chest. His arm tightened around you, and every now and then, he pressed soft kisses to your forehead or your temple, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your shoulder.

“I don’t know how you can enjoy these movies,” he said, as the opening scenes of a particularly suspenseful horror flick began.

“You don’t?” you teased, turning to catch his gaze, your eyes twinkling. “I seem to recall someone rambling about the statistical improbabilities of supernatural events last year while we watched this exact movie.”

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to intertwine with yours. “I just like watching them with you.”

You smiled, a surge of warmth filling your chest. You knew he wasn’t usually a fan of horror, but he always made an effort because he knew how much you loved it. It was one of the many things that made him so special to you.

As the movie progressed, the room felt even cozier. You both cuddled closer, sharing quiet laughter, stolen kisses, and little whispered comments about the ridiculousness of the characters’ decisions. His laughter would rumble in his chest, vibrating softly against you, and each time you looked up at him, his eyes were filled with such tenderness, it made your heart ache in the best way.

But through all of this, you were waiting for the perfect moment. The surprise.

You’d been holding this secret for a few weeks now, waiting for the right time to tell him. And as the candles flickered and you sat in the comfort of his arms, you realized that this���right here, right now—was the moment.

During a quieter part of the movie, you shifted slightly, sitting up so you could face him. Spencer immediately noticed the change in your expression, his brow furrowing slightly with concern.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked softly, his hand still resting on yours.

You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle in your chest. “I have something I want to tell you,” you said, your voice quieter than usual, almost shaky.

His eyes softened as he looked at you, his concern quickly replaced by curiosity. “What is it?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You took a deep breath, your heart racing in your chest. “Spencer…” you began, feeling the words stick to your throat for a moment. But then you smiled, unable to contain the joy that bubbled up inside you. “I’m pregnant.”

For a second, the room seemed to freeze. His eyes widened slightly, and you could see the gears turning in his mind as he processed the news. Then, slowly, his face broke into the most genuine, radiant smile you’d ever seen.

“You’re… pregnant?” he repeated, his voice filled with awe, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

You nodded, feeling tears of happiness well up in your eyes. “Yes,” you whispered, your hand instinctively moving to your stomach.

Without hesitation, Spencer leaned in, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you deeply, softly. It was as though all the love he’d ever felt for you was pouring into that single kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining with unshed tears.

“I… I can’t believe it,” he said, his voice shaky with emotion. “We’re going to be parents?”

You nodded again, your heart soaring. “We are.”

Spencer laughed softly, a sound of pure joy, and pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it felt like he’d never let go. He kissed the top of your head, your forehead, your cheeks, before finally meeting your lips again in another tender kiss. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, resting your forehead against his.

The movie forgotten, the two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch, talking about the future, about the baby, and about how perfect this moment was. Spencer kept his hand on your stomach, as if trying to feel some connection already, his thumb gently tracing circles there. The excitement in his eyes never faded, and you could see the wonder in his expression every time he looked at you.

Candles flickered softly, the warmth of the room wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. The night was filled with love, happiness, and the promise of an incredible new chapter together. Spencer kissed you again, a smile lingering on his lips as he whispered, “This is the best Halloween ever.”

[st4rzzl0verr]

can i have homicidal liu / sully hcs pls.. I NEED more content of them ugh

YES my favorites

i kinda feel like this kinda got away from me at times but i'd love to do like a continuation at some point

homicidal liu/sully hcs

Liu

he's a very timid creature at first

though that doesn't necessarily change much after time

he's nimble with his movements, hyper aware of surroundings

if you're just out for a little stroll with him, he's most likely scanning the trees or the buildings, and most definitely the people around

it's almost like he's waiting for something bad to happen at every turn

but nonetheless, the walks and the general time you could spend around him are always enjoyed

he smiles at the silly little remarks you make or shakes his head with a grin he tries to hide when you manage to really crack him up

and don't get me wrong, he's an utter sweetheart

he's a flower gifter, a love letter writer, and you can even just find a good friend in him as well

a very thoughtful person, whether those thoughts are just his constant inner dialogue or about the gifts and sweet gestures he offers

enjoys more of the quieter atmospheres that the area has to offer, like bookstores, his own room, random fields he likes to lay in

he really likes when it rains and he spends the entire day outside when it does

he attempts to get a normal amount of sleep but it never seems to work

he's tried warm tea, melatonin, a weighted blanket, literally anything to calm his nerves before bed but he still gets his usual nightmares and general inner torment

though if you're there to rub his back and help him back to peaceful sleep, that makes it a hell of a lot easier

but there's always dark circles around his eyes

also you can very clearly see the difference between when it's liu or sully, just by the way they each carry themself

it's in his eyes too, there's this solemn yet alert look in liu’s and sort of a dead look in sully’s

Sully

he's normally only fronting when he needs to in those pesky moments that set off liu

but the man has wants and needs as well

he certainly likes to steal pleasure from liu for himself pretty often

depending on the mood he's in, he’ll either not say a word at first or greet you with a “heyy thereeee”

he's pretty restless, always asking “so what is it you do around here anyway?”

he mumbles rude things occasionally

but when you've really pissed him off is when he gets a bit physical about it

he's very calculated with his movements, but he doesn't seem to try as hard with it as liu does

one to grab you by the collar and threaten things to his heart's content

but he doesn't mean any of it, especially if you're important to liu

but if you try and get on his good side as well, he's very interested

oh god if you're nothing but kind to liu AND you're still kind when sully’s being a dick?

he's in love

don't get me wrong, he's still an asshole

but he means it more teasingly now

this is when he starts fronting while you and liu would be cuddling or having a nice moment together in general

he gets insanely a little obsessive actually

suddenly it's a whole lot less of liu, who doesn't particularly like this new little craze that sully has

but sully doesn't care, he does and gets what he wants right?

hell you could even ask for him at this point and he'd be out in seconds

you'll be spending a lot more time out on the town late at night

because while liu likes the quiet life, sully is always ready for absolutely mayhem

each of them like a completely different style on you as well

sully prefers when you dress like a total badass and liu doesn't necessarily mind but he probably likes a cozier vibe

so if you're interested in a switch up of almost everything at any given moment, these two are your guys

[violetsareblue-selfships]

Cuddles

F/O: Caitlyn | Word Count: 593 / here to make up for the end of the last one, cait gets to cuddle her gf <3 (though this is technically set before yesterday's fic but shhh) also wintery vibes bc why not

"Cait, come cuddle…" April whines softly. She can hear her girlfriend rustling around in the adjacent room, doing who knows what. Her sketchbook's already been abandoned on the coffee table as the fire's warmth seeped into her bones and made her sleepy. It doesn't help that it's snowing outside.

A soft laugh is her response. "Just a moment. Be patient, love," Caitlyn responds, loud enough for her to hear.

April pouts in response and stretches out more on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to be patient.

Her effort is rewarded by the sight of Caitlyn with her hair pulled up into a ponytail, a sight that always makes her heart flutter. She's traded out her Enforcer uniform for something cozier. All April can think is that she looks gorgeous like this.

It doesn't stop her from making grabby hands at her, which elicits another laugh from Caitlyn. "Alright, alright."

Cait gently settles onto the sofa with her, cautiously laying her weight down on top of April. Her nose buries into the crook of her neck, and she lets out a soft sigh. "Is that better, darling?"

"Much." April wraps her arms around her, letting her eyes fall shut as she relishes the warmth of Caitlyn's body. Her hand idly strokes her hip where it's resting, and her reward is feeling her girlfriend relax more in her arm.

They're both silent for a little while, simply basking in each other's presence. There's a certain kind of comfort being wrapped up in someone who's known you nearly your whole life.

April yawns softly, the scent of Caitlyn's floral shampoo lulling her into a sleepy state. After so many years, how could this scent mean anything other than safety, than home?

"Are you ready for this weekend?" Caitlyn murmurs into her neck, laughing softly at April's groan. "Yes, but no, huh?"

"Mhm… like do I have a dress picked out and everything, yes. But you know how I am at parties…" April mumbles. She likes these galas well enough for the opportunity to see Caitlyn dressed up and to dance with her. They also offer plenty of new clients for Caitlyn's mother to sweet-talk.

It's the holiday season. Plenty of people want portraits done, after all.

"I know. But I'll be there, and if it gets to be too much, we can always sneak away." Caitlyn's arm tightens a little around April.

April snorts. "Your mother will hate that."

"My mother will understand," Caitlyn murmurs. She raises her head a little, moving her free hand to move a strand of hair out of April's face. "She knows how you get too."

"You're right…" April murmurs, yawning again. The sight makes Caitlyn smile and lean down to kiss her briefly before burying her face back against her neck.

The girls chatter a little more before gradually falling asleep in each other's arms, reminiscent of the slumber parties they would have as younger kids. Though… they've never really grown out of them, even if the tone has changed.

Later, Cassandra walks downstairs to find the two of them cuddled up, a small smile resting on her face. She unfolds the blanket sitting on the armchair in the room and covers them up, ensuring her daughter and future daughter-in-law will stay warm through the night.

It would be a shame to wake them when they look so comfortable together.

Her eyes linger on them before she leaves the room, grateful that her daughter has found the kind of love she always wished she'd find.

[fruvittea]

warmth in the winter

💌﹒→﹒bf!hoshi x reader ﹒ ﹒ ♪

— genre: slice of life, romance, fluff

— word count: 1.1k

— warnings? none

The first snow of the year was magical—for about five minutes. After that, the freezing temperatures and the layers upon layers of clothing became more of a chore than a joy. At least, that’s how you felt as you stood by the frosted window, watching the snow pile up on the street below.

You sighed, tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “Remind me why we moved here again?”

Hoshi—or Soonyoung, depending on the mood—popped his head out from the kitchen, his cheeks already pink from the heat of the stove. His hair was sticking out in every direction, making him look more like an enthusiastic puppy than the smooth-talking boyfriend he claimed to be.

“Because,” he said, dramatically waving a wooden spoon in your direction, “snow is romantic. Cozy nights in, hot chocolate, cuddling by the fire…”

“We don’t have a fireplace,” you pointed out, deadpan.

He narrowed his eyes at you, undeterred. “Fine. Cuddling by the space heater. Same vibe.”

You laughed, finally turning away from the window and shuffling over to him. The smell of whatever he was cooking—something warm and savory—filled the air, making the tiny apartment feel far cozier than it had any right to be.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go outside?” Soonyoung asked as you leaned against the counter. He turned back to the pot on the stove, stirring it with a focus you knew wouldn’t last long. “We could build a snowman, or have a snowball fight.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think you’d win a snowball fight against me?”

“Absolutely,” he said, grinning. “I’ve got strategy.”

“You’ve got terrible aim.”

He gasped, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him. “Take that back!”

“Never.”

Soonyoung pouted, but the effect was ruined by the giggle that escaped him. “Fine, we’ll stay inside. But only because I don’t want to embarrass you in a snowball fight.”

“Sure, sure.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur of warmth and quiet laughter. Soonyoung insisted on teaching you how to make the soup he’d been working on, though “teaching” mostly involved him doing all the work while you tried not to laugh at his exaggerated explanations.

“See, you have to stir gently,” he said, moving the spoon in slow, deliberate circles. “It’s like… you’re coaxing the flavor out of the ingredients. You can’t just be rough with it!”

“Coaxing the flavor?” you repeated, trying to keep a straight face. “Is that what Chef Hoshi taught you?”

“Chef Hoshi knows what he’s doing,” he said, nodding solemnly.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, doubling over as he tried to maintain his serious expression. Eventually, even he gave in, laughing along with you as the soup simmered on the stove.

Later, as the snow continued to fall outside, the two of you curled up on the couch with steaming bowls of soup and a stack of blankets. The space heater hummed in the corner, filling the room with a faint warmth that made the chill outside feel like a distant memory.

Soonyoung stretched out beside you, his head resting on your shoulder as he absentmindedly scrolled through movie options on the TV.

“Romance or action?” he asked, tilting his head to look up at you.

“Romance,” you said without hesitation.

“Good choice,” he said, clicking on a cheesy holiday movie with a grin.

The opening credits barely rolled before Soonyoung started making commentary.

“See, they’re obviously going to fall in love,” he said, gesturing at the two leads who were bickering onscreen.

“That’s the point of a romance movie, babe,” you said, laughing.

“Yeah, but it’s so predictable,” he said, though the sparkle in his eyes betrayed how much he was enjoying it. “Where’s the drama? The unexpected twists?”

“You’re the king of unexpected twists,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

“Exactly,” he said, puffing out his chest in mock pride. “This is why I should write romance movies.”

“You’d end up turning them into comedies,” you pointed out.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” you said, smiling. “It’s what you’re best at.”

The night grew quieter as the movie played on, the only sounds the soft hum of the heater and the occasional laugh from Soonyoung. You felt yourself relaxing against him, the weight of his head on your shoulder grounding you in the moment.

“This is nice,” he murmured after a while, his voice softer than usual.

You glanced down at him, surprised by the sudden change in tone. “Yeah,” you said. “It is.”

Soonyoung shifted, turning to face you fully. His gaze was warm and steady, a rare moment of stillness in his otherwise boundless energy.

“I like days like this,” he said. “Just you and me, staying in, not worrying about anything else.”

Your chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice. Sometimes, you forgot how easily he could flip between playful and serious, how he had this uncanny ability to make you feel like the only person in the world.

“Me too,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smile softened, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. It was just you, the soft glow of the TV, and the warmth of his hand reaching for yours under the blankets.

By the time the movie ended, Soonyoung was half-asleep against your shoulder, his breathing slow and even. You reached for the remote to turn off the TV, careful not to disturb him, but the movement made him stir.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Nowhere,” you said, settling back against the couch.

He smiled, eyes still closed, and tightened his grip on your hand.

“Good,” he said softly. “Stay with me.”

And as the snow fell quietly outside, blanketing the world in white, you realized there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

[youknowwhoiamperiod]

sweet girl ariel, i hope you're doing well!! i'm bringing you some shells and bits of coral as offerings, as well as some nosy questions:

how do you and jason part with summer? are there any special traditions you guys have? and what are your favourite things to do in fall, both by yourself and with him?

if jariel was a season, which do you think you guys would be?

and if you went on a holiday abroad, where would you guys choose to go? what would be on the itinerary?

all my love <3333

aurore sweetheart!! taking your little offering so delicately and cherishing it forever :((( i've had by far the roughest week this year but!! trying to stay positive!! (tearing my shirt like that wolf pic or wtv) i hope you're doing well angel <333

oof parting with summer for him is probably the best time of the year, jason's totally the type to hate warm weather and can't handle heat. fall/winter are probably his favourite seasons so he's definitely having an amazing transition which is NOT my case at all. summer's my fav ever :(( parting with it is so sad and i hate hate hate the cold weather. we're literal polar opposites but i think he'd still feel super bad for me so he'd take me for one last trip to the beach, one last long midnight drive, a full pool day at the manor and an ice cream date!!!

we do have a couple of traditions with fall!! it's when uni starts, so i like to think that in an au where we both attend it we'd start going on study dates in libraries or just go on week ends to read together (i find that libraries tend to become even warmer and cozier during autumn). we'd also start going on more and more coffee and restaurant dates. during colder days or rainy ones we cuddle together under warm blankets and have a period movies/shows marathon. but my favourite (and most self indulgent one) is the fact that my birthday is during fall (i like to think it's the main reason why he loves it sm :,) )... so he takes it very seriously and makes the most of it, to the point that if i mention my hatred for it and how i'd rather not have a big celebration he genuinely gets offended. i know that he's cooking up something for me when i hear him blasting red (taylor's version), this is what it feels like or hozier, he says it's so he can get into the mood and get inspired lol. during the "happy" day he wakes me up with midnights because that's MY album like taylor literally dropped it on my day so it's a gift so it's mine. (and he also really likes it) (he won't admit it tho). we'd also do halloween!! it's my fav holiday and even if it's not as celebrated as it used to be we still do. we definitely buy themed decorations for our apartment and even go pumpkin craving. some years i succeed in convincing him to attend a friend's party but we only stay for 3 hours max because we get horny halfway through it and need to get back home asap. but we never miss the halloween mini gathering at the manor where we have dinner and spend the night telling stupid spooky stories or playing one of those detective games (all the guys are (un)surprisingly bad at it, for top tier daily detectives)

sunnie kind of beat you to this question i've already answered it here hahah!! but to keep it short. if jariel were to fit in a trope it'd ennemies to friends to lovers , so it's very much winter slowly turning into spring vibes. we're very moody, so we go back and forth between cold and warm, sometimes we want each other's head on a spike and 5 minutes later we're giving each other head, but we know our banter is most of the time never that serious.

aaaaaah this question is so interesting because i love the concept of exploring new places with different traditions and cultures but i actually hate travelling lawl. it makes me so nostalgic. but i think that in this case he's the living version of home so i'd be more than happy to go anywhere!! we're both from different countries so i'd very much enjoy it if he took me anywhere in the us. in this universe i'd probably been there multiple times but i'd still love to experience it with him, plus he probably knows some niche spots i don't. then i'd take him to my home country morocco, he'll probably complain about it at first because of how hot it is but he'll adjust to it lol. and i love the beaches there so he's in for a ride. i think he'd enjoy it a lot once i take him to museums and historical sites. or just having moroccan tea and some dinner with my mom is enough fun for him. but i'd also sooo enjoy going on a european tour with him. i live in france now so i'd bring him here too. 100% taking him to paris even if it's much more dangerous and less friendly than it looks but. still paris. we're going on multiple dates there and what better place to get him more into french literature. but i'd also love to visit italy or greece with him. actually i'd love to go anywhere as long as it's with him.

thank you so so so much for sending this aurore i had so much fun thinking about these questions and answering them!!! nosy questions are the best ever love you so much sending you so much kisses mwah <333

[blooming-violets]

how about slow, sweet, peaceful mornings with peter:] maybe a moodboard or a playlist i love all the things your mind comes up with <33🥴

I was so torn between a sweet, golden sunlight moodboard or a rainy morning one. Since I'm sitting here with my window open and listening the rain tonight, I couldn't help but go for the rainy vibes. Besides, there's nothing cozier than dark, rainy mornings.

And in the Morning, I'll be with You

[tasm!Peter x reader]

Spotify Playlist (this isn't my playlist but it goes nicely): Rainy Morning Coffeehouse

"Pst," you whispered into sleeping Peter's ear. "Wake up."

"Mmm," he rolled onto his back with a groan and gave you a sleepy smile. "Five more minutes."

"That's what you always say, sleepyhead." You pressed a kiss to his temple and rolled out of bed. The thick wool socks donning your feet kept the chill from the wooden floorboards away. You grabbed your robe and wrapped it around your body, snuggling into it. It was a chilly Spring morning. Usually the sun would be poking it's head through the cracks in your curtain but today it had decided to sleep in, much like your boyfriend. You could hear the sound of the rain pattering against the windows and pulled back the curtains admire the drops chasing each other down the glass panel. The street lights lining the sidewalk cast a hazy glow of warm light over the wet pavement. There was nothing more inviting to you than a rainy weekend. A perfect excuse to stay curled up inside with your lover.

You started a pot of coffee and leaned against the open doorframe to admire Peter as he slept. He had opted to stay home last night. The two of you had binged Netflix and ordered food. You had spent the night laughing, kissing, and enjoying each other's company. This mornings storm was a blessing from the universe to keep him locked inside with you even longer. You relished every moment you got to spend with him.

You tore your eyes away from his sleeping face and grabbed a mug once the coffee was ready. The smell would wake him eventually. He couldn't resist a fresh pot of hot coffee. You poured your cup and curled up into the wooden chair next the kitchen window. On second thought, you decided to push open the window. The earthy smell of wet dirt blew in with a gust of wind. Droplets squeezed their way through the screen and dotted over your arm. You could feel the wetness gathering on your face and you closed your eyes with a smile, taking a small sip from your mug as it warmed you from the inside out, enjoying the feeling of peace and isolation that came with a heavy rain fall.

The sound of a camera shutter caught your attention. Peter was lowering the camera from his face as he stood in the doorway.

"You looked too beautiful. I didn't want to ever forget it." He walked over to you, his bare feet padding over the floor, and wrapped you up in a hug from behind. You felt him nuzzle his face against the top of your head and heard him inhale the scent of your hair. Your body relaxed into him. True bliss.

"Come back to bed," he murmured into your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses under your ear.

You thought about debating the fact that you were in middle of drinking of your coffee. He knew you only liked it when it was still boiling hot and steaming. But, not even the allure of sitting next to a rainy window enjoying the morning, could distract you from Peter's pull. You were putty in his hands. There was no contest when it came to him. You let him take your hand and lead you back to your bedroom.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and collapsed back into the sheets with a soft laugh. You immediately entangled yourself in the warmth of his arms and rested your head on his chest. He threw the blankets over your heads to block out the rest of the world.

Under here, it was just the two of you, no other responsibilities except to love the other.

[binniesthighs]

what you heard | reader x changjin

a/n: hi. its missing changjin hours also now I am addicted to poly r/ship fics so here is what my brain came up with hehe (pic creds to OPs!) 

what you heard | reader x changjin 

Pairing: self insert, hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader x seo changbin 

Genre: smut w/ fluffy tones 

Tags: poly r/ship, comfort fic, outdoors sex, friends to lovers, discovery of feelings, idiots in love, with a lil bit of comedy, college au, teehee switch!changbin, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, they’re all kinda fighting for dominance muhaha (its those bestie vibes ahaha), bratty behavior on all sides, jinnie kinda flips a switch when he gets in the mood (hehe pun intended), spitroasing (r), unprotected sex (stay safe!), sex under the stars hehe, penetration and fingering (r), oral (r & m), face fucking, cumshot, cum eating, that good, good makin’ out, soft and intimate body touching hell yeah, fluffy ending

Word count: 6.8k 

Recommended listening: what you heard by Sonder 

If there was something that you and your two bestfriends were the best at, it was getting your heart broken. 

Hopeless romantics you all were, in one way or another. In fact, it would take even more than your set of three hands to count the number of times that the three of you had come over with a broken heart, seeking ice cream, hugs, or plates to break. 

Changbin was the kind to fall in love slowly, but when he did, it consumed him, and everything that he was. He would become convinced that there was no one better for him in the whole world. He would spend sleepless night writing songs and poetry about those who would occupy his mind. Changbin would write love letter after love letter to never send them, or to have them crinkled into papery balls, and slam-dunked into his waste bin. He would often joke that he was ready to love someone, but he just didn’t quite know how to. Under it all, you and Hyunjin knew that he must’ve been scared if they didn’t love him back. 

Hyunjin fell in love with people at the drop of a hat. It was his “fatal flaw” as he liked to to joke about too. The gorgeous blond man would fall in love over hearts scribbled on coffee cups, smiles in passing, and compliments on days when he had caught the bus late. This man was the kind to sing love songs loudly in the shower no matter who heard him, and would often have a new crush by the week. Unlike Changbin, he had no fear when it came to confessing, but had even worse luck getting someone to take his words seriously. Hyunjin had too much love to give, and never received enough back. 

You, on the other hand, delayed love for as long as you could, no matter how much that you would dream of it. Love came to you in the forms of movies and books, fictional characters and song lyrics. You wrote about the love you had to give in countless journals and on the back of sticky-notes that had been used on the front-side. Love was more of an abstract concept to you. It was never something that you could touch but rather dream about. However, while this wasn’t the worst way to view it all, you still thirsted for something more. A hand to hold, a warm body to tangle up in the sheets with you. 

On this day in particular, you and your friends had gathered for a meeting: your “Unofficial Lonely Hearts Club” as you called it. You couldn’t recall who had called the meeting after the long week that you had, but it was likely what each of you had needed. 

These nights would often start the same: the three of you shoved into Changbin’s pickup, windows down, night air in your lungs, some song on the stereo that Changbin had been into these days. The three of you lived in the typical college city nestled into the side of some mountainside--a stark contrast to where you had come from before. It was the kind of place where people went to forget about who they were before to become new people. For some reason, some crazy fraction of the people who moved there, never left. 

First chance you got, you would move the hell out of there: a place full of so much heartbreak and disappointment…who could dare to stay? 

Hyunjin stuck his hand out the window, making little waves with his palm in the wind. You wondered what he had been thinking of that night; if he was sad or if he was happy. After knowing him for nearly four years now, you knew there was nothing in the world that he deserved more than to feel all the warmth that he had conveyed to others. It was a crime that he never got it back. 

Changbin’s free arm held to the handle above the car door frame, and he flexed and relaxed his muscles as he hung his fingers there. You too wondered what thoughts floated on his mind: if he was making up lyrics or if he was putting together some grad story or gesture only for it to never see the light of day. He too deserved all the love the world could offer. 

Changbin’s car sped up the dirt road to the lookout spot where kids would go to get drunk, high, or possibly both. It was a dreary and empty Wednesday evening, and secretly you hoped that no other rambunctious students would be there to shatter bottles on the craggy rocks. His headlights lit the path ahead, and the car bounced on the rough road with dusty orange rocks. The higher you got to the mountainside, the more static-y the stereo would buzz until soon all that was left were broken lyrics. 

There was one spot you liked particularly: it was a ledge that would jut out horizontally, giving a clear view to the whole of the land below: you would see the white lights from the nearby hospital, and the stadium lights from that god-awful football stadium that had sucked up your student loans. Further, you could see river on the edge of the city-line, and how it would ripple in dark blue sparkles under the moonlight. 

Your two best friends would grab the blankets that were habitually kept in the backseat made of scratchy wool, but this only made them warmer. Changbin also kept a couple camping lamps in his car to light up the dark space of his cargo bed. The weight of your bodies would shake the space and make the car bounce a bit on its wheels when the three of you would cuddle up between eachother to take in the scene. 

On nights like tonight, neither of you would say much, but just look out and feel it all. There was a kind of beauty in the simplicity of the way that everything seemed so still up there, or how time had appeared to stop somewhat. If you were lucky, you could hear the hoot of an owl, or some other critter rustling in the bushes. 

Hyunjin was always the one to sit in the middle, and he would take turns resting his head upon your shoulder or Changbin’s sighing deeply into how they would rise and fall. You hugged your knees to yourself and wondered how many more times you would come up here with them, or if after graduation, it would happen at all. It was painful to consider, but you even wondered if they would be in your life at all after everything ended. 

“I’m sick of being lonely.” Hyunjin said into the cold air. He shifted, looking both you and your other friend in the eyes. “Its depressing and exhausting.” 

“What are you talking bout ‘Jin?” Changbin threw his hoodie over his head.

“I mean moping about people who don’t ever feel the same...feeling sad when it doesn’t go my way...I’m sick of it!! I just wanna like, give up!! Would it be so hard for me to just like, stop feeling??” 

“Oh Jinnie...don’t be ridiculous. You can’t just stop falling in love with people. It’s impossible. Not just for you but...” You exhaled out, “...for all of us.” 

“Yeeeah, I don’t think that you have much control over that.” Changbin agreed. 

“No, seriously!! It’s shit!!” 

You wrapped your arms around him lovingly, nuzzling into his shoulder to sooth him, “I know, I know.” 

“Aren’t you guys sick of it?? The three of us must be cursed or something.” 

Changbin laughed out his little trademark chuckle and ruffled up his friends blond locks. “You’re being dramatic again Hyunjin. It’s not that bad.” 

“Psh! Says you who hasn’t gone on a date in months!” 

“Hey!!” 

You flicked both of your friends on the sides of their heads. “Cut it out, will you? We came up here to relax and forget all that stuff, remember?” 

Hyunjin gave out a sign in his exasperation, turning to fiddle with his little Bluetooth speaker that had definitely seen better days. The last crickets of the season chirped in the early fall air, and the little device booted up with the tiny ringtone that you knew well. 

“Anything we want to listen to in particular?” 

“Whatever you feel like Jinnie.” 

The little blue-white light of his phone illuminated his face, and Hyunjin picked a song that you had likely heard dozens of times before. It was from that artist that he had adored to bits, but only really listened to when he was feeling down. 

“Oh Jinnie.” You hushed, then wrapped your arm around his wide shoulder. “No one deserves you.” 

Changbin let his head fall on the other boy’s shoulder too. When the three of you were close like this with your body heat shared between you, it was cozier than anything imaginable. While you and your two friends weren’t the most touchy of people, there were still times when you could huddle up, and it was no secret that it felt safer than anything. 

Hyunjin chuckled a bit, causing his shoulders to shake. “You know what they say in those movies about people who can’t find love after long?” 

“What’s that?” 

“They say, “By the time that we turn thirty, if neither of us have found love, lets just marry eachother.”” 

Changbin scoffed, “And you’re bringing this up why?” 

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be the most ridiculous idea if the three of us decided to do that, right? Seeing how the current trend is going?” 

You exchanged adoring and teasing glances with Changbin over your adorably naïve friend. 

“I think you’re missing something out of that equation Jin.” 

His doe-eyes widened, “What’s that?” 

“In all of those movies, it was usually two people who made that promise.” 

“Two people, three people, what does it matter? As of right now, its looking like the only people that we’ve got is eachother.” 

Hyunjin stretched out his hands into his sweater paws and made a little squeak when he cracked his back. 

“What do you say?”

“Hm.” Changbin cleared his throat, “So you’re being serious?” 

“What’s so crazy about it?” Convinced as ever, he counted out the points on his fingers, “We could all live together like we’ve always talked about, we’ll never be lonely and have someone to do things with, we don’t have to be second guessing ever, waiting for someone to call us back...we all already know eachother really well so there will be no surprises...” 

“Oh, so you are being serious about it then?” You ruffled his hair up a bit, just to get a rise out of him like it usually would. 

“I mean...it’s not like it would be hard...right?” 

Changbin sucked at his teeth, “Mm. I guess not.” 

“But isn’t a marriage supposed to be like, having kids, being in love, being...partners?” You added. 

Hyunjin stammered with frantic hands, “W-well, we don’t have to do everything!! Marriage is so conventional these days, we don’t have to follow all the rules, especially since there will be the three of us anyway.” 

Changbin sighed, casting his head up to the ocean-blue sky dotted with silvery constellations and the red blinking lights of airplanes overhead. 

“You’re still forgetting something Jinnie.” 

The blond tiled his head. 

“The part about being in love?” 

The tallest boy shied his hair behind his ear, then tucked his chin into one of the blankets. 

“I mean...I know that I love you guys. I wouldn’t mind spending the time...” 

Your chest buzzed with warmth hearing your friend say it for the first time. It previously had been somewhat of an unspoken phrase between the three of you, but now that he had said it out loud, it felt even more real. 

“Awww, I love you too Jinnie.” 

Changbin scoffed once more and picked with the fraying ends of the blanket. “I guess I do too.” 

The cargo bed grew silent while the three of you chewed on the idea. The longer you thought about it, it started to make sense bit by bit. After all, through all the confusion and the broken hearts, ice cream and broken plates, your little group understood each other better than most. When there were tears to dry, each of you knew exactly what to do. You had loved them all along, you always had. 

“I really love you guys...I think.” Hyunjin finally said, and linked his arms with yours and the other man’s. 

“What are you doing getting all cheesy for, huh?” Changbin nudged him with a smirk. 

“I don’t know, I guess I just never really thought about it like that before.” 

“Like what?” 

“Out of all the people that I’ve “loved” I don’t think that I’ve ever loved them like I have with you both.” 

“What do you mean?” Under the swath of blankets, your knee nudged against his, and he jumped a bit from the feeling. 

Both you and Changbin looked at him attentively and how his lip quivered, and soft eyes glistened from the glow of the lanterns. 

“M-maybe all along...I’ve been in love with you?” 

“Like, in love, in love?” 

“I don’t know...maybe?” He rubbed his eyes like he would’ve had they been lured with sleep. “Maybe I’m just, making things up...I don’t know. It’s getting late.” He laughed out with a tentative breath, “I’m saying things that don’t make sense.”  

Changbin looked out at the stretch of city lights as if he was contemplating the idea himself. 

“I guess that it wouldn’t be impossible.” He said blankly. 

“What!?” You tried to look at both of your best friends as seriously as you could. While your heart started racing, it was as if it was against your will. 

“It’s kinda funny,” Changbin began, “The three of us always complain about how love never really comes our way when we’ve already got it...right here.” 

Logically speaking, it made sense. You and your two best friends really did know eachother better than anyone else ever had. When you had met as scared little 1st years without a clue in the world how to be your own people. You had figured it all out together. The ways that you had showed love to each other had been a bit different--but it was still all the same. If you were to have not met them all those years ago, your life would’ve been drastically different. You couldn’t even picture it. 

Perhaps in all of your little rambles in journals and daydreams, was what you were looking for...them?

“Maybe we were just looking in the wrong place?” You offered, and both of them shrugged. 

“It’s possible.” Hyunjin pulled both of your arms closer to him, and rubbed his cheek into the top of your head, then Changbin’s dark curls. He giggled out, tackling the two of you to lay flat on the cargo bed. It crinkled with a plastic sounding thud, then he wrapped his legs up in both of yours the best that he could. 

Under his arm, you choked a little from his tight grasp, but you eventually let yourself mold into the curves of his body and soak up his warmth. The scratchy wool tickled at your cold fingers, and you soon felt Changbin’s hand come searching for you under the blanket too. It was a bit startling at first, but he reached out to hold your arm, then rubbed small circles into it with his thumb where you rested them on Hyunjin’s chest. 

It was as if he was a bit delirious, but Hyunjin chortled with laugher until he had lost his breath, and his lyrical sounding voice bounced off the cavern of the mountain and echoed up into space. 

“Why do I...weirdly...kinda...wanna make out with you guys right now?” 

Changbin pinched his friend with a teasing grin, “You mean it?” 

Hyunjin pouted with his plush pink lips, “I thought we all just agreed that we were in love with eachother??” 

“Jinnie...” You settled your head into the crook of his neck, right by his collarbones. 

“Damn. Glad I’m not the only one.” Changbin bit a smirk into his lip, then propped himself up on his forearm to gain better ground on you and the other man. 

Your fluttering heart beat it’s way up your throat and into your ears, and your two friends looked at you expectantly. 

“O-outside? Right now?” 

“Yeah, I guess. Why not?” Changbin traced his thumb and index under Hyunjin’s smooth jaw. 

“Aha! So you admit that you want to too!!” Hyunjin beamed and tugged at the sleeves of your own hoodie. 

“I-I didn’t say that...” 

Hyunjin leaned over on his side to face you. “Y/n, how about lets make a deal. We try it out, see how it feels, if it feels weird, we stop and pretend it never happened?” 

“I don’t know Jinnie...this seems pretty friendship ending to me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Changbin said with a sly grin. 

The tallest boy pleaded to you with nearly needy eyes. “I think that it would feel nice? Besides...none of us have really...felt that...in a while.” 

Changbin’s creeping hands came surveying over Hyunjin’s deep green pullover, and the other boy shivered out a little feeling the touch. 

Hyunjin’s own curious hands reached out to hold both sides of your face gingerly with pink fingertips. 

“I know that I’d like to kiss you...if you’ll let me?” 

Both of your friends waited for you as you took turns checking with both of them. The whole prospect was unimaginable, but now...with both of them in front of you, both more real than anything you could have ever thought up, it started to make all the sense in the world. 

“What do you say?” Hyunjin asked with a dreamy air. It was chilly on that early fall evening, so he tucked up the blankets even higher. It was a simple gesture, but still held multitudes of his care. 

“It doesn’t hurt to try...” 

You felt your face pulled closer to his, and all at once his warmth flooded your lips. It was a strange feeling your friend’s lips on yours like this, but while it was new, it was comfortable. Your friend relaxed himself over you, smiling with the corners of his mouth, and slowly sucking at your lower lip like he didn’t want to startle you with anything too fast. His glossy lips stuck with his favored strawberry flavored Chapstick, and you only wanted to taste more. He hummed with a little happy sound, and his larger hands nearly covered your whole face where he helped tilt your head a little so that he could gift deeper kisses to it. 

Beside him, Changbin shook with a sigh watching the two of you, a different kind of passion growing within him seeing the two of the people that he loved most do something like this. He was a bit unsure at first, but he tucked back his friend’s blonde edges to free the skin of his neck, then sucked little kisses there too. He to was careful, and didn’t want to leave marks, but rather feel the way that Hyunjin’s skin dotted with goosebumps from the feeling and then let kitten-sounding whimpers go from the pressure on his neck. 

While the night itself was nearly too cold to bear, the three of your bodies heated instantly, and you nearly felt as if the sweater that kept you warm was even too much. Hyunjin parted his lips slightly to enter your mouth with his tongue, and it was a feeling so indulgent that you tried to hide from your friend how good he could make you feel out of your own embarrassment. 

Your name slithered from his lips to yours, and you tucked your hands under his sweater, finding Changbin’s hands there too on the other boy’s bare skin. Hyunjin flinched from feeling both sets of hands on his muscles. His abs flared from the attention, and he accidentally bit into your lip feeling the cold pads of fingers on him. 

Now that you had one taste of him your body could only crave more. 

Changbin tilted Hyunjin’s gasping and swollen lips to his own where he took his own turn gifting the other boy his affection. Hyunjin pressed his whole chest into the other man in an attempt to get closer and Changbin’s hands splayed across his back to hold him tightly. The two of them giggled a bit as they roughly worked their way around each other’s mouths. Changbin, a little smaller in the other man’s wide and long arms appeared to swim in him, and the two of them melted between the thick fabric of their clothes. 

Once more your hands went journeying up Hyunjin’s shirt, and you ran your fingers over every curve and twist of his back: from the little dimples above his hips, his ribs, his sweeping shoulder blades and each swelling bit of fleshy dorsal muscle you could get your hands on. You had never realized how curious you had been for him in this way, but it delighted you to feel him this close. 

Legs became anxious under the wool blankets, and tangled up with little regard for personal space, and hips writhed asking for attention that had been kept for them for far too long. 

Changbin moved down Hyunjin’s jaw to give him more kisses to his tender neck, sucking harder this time to imprint little purple marks. You had never taken Changbin to be one to do so, but something told you that he was one to take pride in those that he loved, and wanted them to be his only. 

“B-Bin...” Hyunjin’s voice wavered, no longer loud enough to bounce off the rocks surrounding you. 

From the way that Changbin kissed the other boy, you instantly craved for him to do the same for you. Across the width of your gorgeous blond friend, you tossed around Changbin’s dark and curly strands, and soaked up his warmth to your hand cracking from the cold. 

You called out for him too, and found your hips grinding into Hyunjin’s back, becoming more impatient by the moment. The way that both of them touched you, and each other was...different. There was no fear, no heartbreak, no uncertainty or loneliness. When you thought of it later, it was if the three of you could actually heal from it all for the first time. 

Changbin’s eyes softened hearing you beg for him, and he helped you slide closer to him. 

“Hm. You’re so cute.” He muttered before filling your mouth with his own kisses. Changbin appeared to channel everything that he had in him to give to you--it was no surprise considering the romantic that he was. He was attentive and slow; rough at first, but then melting into something much more infatuating. Hyunjin took his turn swiping his hands up and down your thighs, kneading into the skin, and then tucking up your sweater. He shimmied down your body, pressing soft lips into your belly to make you tremble from the pleasant gesture. He made his way up higher, up to your chest where he exposed even more skin to the cold, but was sure to make up for it by keeping the blankets close. 

Changbin swiped his thumb over both of your lips, smiling as he did so. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re really breathtaking?” He said with a tone so sultry it was a bit laughable. 

“I don’t think so?” 

He too took a greedy hand down your chest where Hyunjin nipped lightly, admiring the way that you had looked under the moonlight. He brought his fingers back to your lips, giving you a tiny and accidental taste of his fingertips, then promptly resumed the kisses that you had asked for. 

Hyunjin worked his way back up your body, stopping at last to lap lightly into your neck with tiny fleeting love bites and delighted in the way that he could see them fade onto your skin--almost like you and him were a matching set now.

Changbin broke his lips from yours, creating a tiny wet sound with a thin string of his saliva on your your bottom lip.

Hyunjin played with the elastic of your sweatpants, gasping out a bit once he saw your legs rub together in the absence of friction. His eyes wandered slowly to his other friend who had grinded his hips down into the cargo bed with a quivering length.

“Are we about to do what I think we are?” He asked, both thrilled and shocked.  

“Seems like it.” Changbin said simply after going to caress the other man’s cheek.

“Damn. I was not expecting this night to go like this.” Your voice shook, either from anticipation, or from the cold--you couldn’t quite tell.

“Me neither...but I’m not mad about it.”

“Friendship offically ruined?” Hyunjin said with a mischievous little smile.

The breeze blew through, wrapped up in the smell of the crisp mountain air. Hyunjin’s little speaker played on with his songs that you still knew the names of. There wasn’t too much light, just the glow from the inside of Changbin’s car and his lanterns, but it was just enough to take in your friends fully--the ones that you had cared for so much, you didn’t even known how much you had. While you would’ve been worried about getting caught on that Wednesday night, this mattered little.

“I’d say so.” You answered, and it was exactly what they had wanted to hear.

The three of you opted to keep your tops on to fight off the elements, but under the covers, you each jiggled off pairs of joggers, jeans and sweatpants. The car bounced once more as the three of you readjusted. As soon as bare legs intertwined and the thin fabric of undergarments got thrown into the mix, you each got louder and more desperate for wandering touches that could quell your desires.

With twisted and oversized socks, Hyunjin straddled both sides of Changbin’s head, letting the other man palm the outline of his dick and squeeze at it harshly until he shivered over the smaller man’s frame.

“Damn Jin...” Changbin groaned seeing the other’s length. “You’ve been packing and didn’t feel like sharing?”

“S-shut up.” Hyunjin whined as the other teased him.

You worked bite after bite down Changbin’s torso, sucking lightly, then harder. After long, you found that it tickled him a little--this knowledge you would save for another time.

He wore baggy boxers which hid the full girth of his dick that swelled with his erection that bopped and only appeared to grow larger once you and released him. Thick veins wrapped around his length, and his tip flared where you grabbed him into your palm.

“I could say the same to you, Bin.” You teased your friend.

Hyunjin turned to see for himself, laughing out, seeing the way that it looked in your smaller hand.

“Bin, what the fuck?”

“...Intimidated are you?”

The other boy tossed his head back, hair getting caught in his hoodie. “No...”

Changbin snapped the elastic to Hyunjin’s briefs just because he liked the sound, then pulled the other’s member out to pump at the considerable length with his fist. The blonde boy choked out a gasp at the strong grip, and Changbin dug his fingers around the other’s waist to bring in him closer.

“What me to suck this pretty dick of yours?”

“Do I even need to answer that question?” Hyunjin snarked.

Further down, you worked your own hand around Changbin’s cock which you had lathered at first with your spit. Obscene sounds of the liquid cupped in your hand, then you worked your mouth down to his gloriously thick thighs. Something overtook you then, and all you wanted to to was ravage them, make them all yours, mark them as yours, and make the quiver all because of you.

Your fingernails dug into the fleshy and squishy skin, and Changbin moaned out forcefully feeling the sting.

“Feels good?” You asked with a wicked grin, then returned to sucking bruises into the inner parts of his thighs.

“You’re gonna...gonna distract me.” He sighed out, still jerking the other boy away.

Hyunjin swiped away the other man’s curly bangs so he could see him fully. He guided his length over Changbin’s mouth, teeth clenched with a tight exhale once he felt the warmth of the other’s tongue lapping up the sides of his shaft.

Your teasing was enough, and you finally granted your friend what he wanted. With a girth as wide as he had, it was somewhat of a challenge, but a challenge that you gleefully expected. He had puffed up your cheeks fully, and you could barely take in half is length without it testing the back of your throat. Still, you focused your breath coming out of your nose, and swallowed him down deeper. Your eyes wetted from the simulation to your gag reflex, but you held on for as long as you could. At last, your wish was granted, and his marked up thighs shook just for you.

“Bin...fuck.” The blond shuddered upon coaxing himself fully into his friend’s mouth. He moaned out sinfully feeling the twist of the other man’s tongue.

To give yourself a moment’s pause, you stopped, gasping over your friend’s slit, teasing your tongue around his head, dipping down to the place where he dripped with beads of precum.

Changbin laughed out breathily, swearing easily and calling out your name too with a rasp to his tone. “S-shit...”

“Getting too distracted?” Hyunjin purred, seeing the other man made a wreck by you. “What about me?”

“S-sorry.” Changbin admitted, wetting his lips and taking back Hyunjin’s cock into his hollowed cheeks.

As you swallowed around him, your friend rutted his hips just slightly, his lust overtaking him.

“Oh fuck, just like that, mm--” Hyunjin cooed, getting lost in his own ecstasy with head thrown back, and his sweater paws melting down to Changbin’s quaking chest where he supported himself.

You worked your hand and mouth up and down around the pulsating vein’s of your best friend’s length, lazily letting him feel your flattened tongue, then switching to let him feel the tightness of your throat.

Hyunjin sighed out heavily as looked down at his friend who had taken him so well. It was almost as if he felt cheated from the crappy head that he had been getting in dirty bathrooms and semi-public dressing rooms. It was dangerous in the way that Changbin would stroke him languidly, then let his drool wet his tip.

Further down your hips, the pent up heat from your own sex ached on the cool plastic of the cargo bed, and you grinded your hips down for any simulation you could get. 

The blonde man whimpered out after long, feeling even hazier the longer that Changbin continued on. “Binnie...you’re...feels really--fuck--so, good...”

It was as if the words hand been a trigger for him, but your friend pulled his length for your mouth, panting out like a dog, while also robbing Hyunjin of all feeling.

“Don’t-don’t wanna cum yet...” He laughed out, “I was really fucking close.”

Hyunjin pouted, then turning back and look at you with a bit of your own saliva running down your neck.

“Your turn now.” He nearly whispered, then crawled down the other man’s body to jerk at him lightly.

“Jin! I-I--” He clenched his teeth.

“Lay down, y/n. Is there any way that you want it?”

“A-anything. Anything that you want to do. I-I don’t care.” You begged, falling under his spell.

“Aw. Cute.” He added once he had seen the purple marks on Changbin’s thighs.

You fell back under the two of them, opening yourself up for them to do as they wished. First, Hyunjin crept down your body with as much care as he could--beautiful in the way the he looked close to you like this. 

Hyunjin’s hand cascaded down your chest, then belly, all the way down to your own twitching and wetted sex, and you keened directly into his touch. 

“Wouldn’t you like my fingers? Filling you up...” He asked softly, finally sinking down far enough so that you could feel his words swirl over your exposed arousal, then pressing light kisses into you. “...as deep as you can take it?” 

“Mm-yes.” You squeaked, opening your legs further for him. 

Your other friend settled beside you, tilting your chin nearer to him. Just barely, his lips grazed over you, breathing in your air with his hooded eyes glued to your weakened form under the hands of the other boy. 

“You’re that excited?” Hyunjin mocked, “We’ve barely touched you.” 

“Quit talking and just get to fucking me, got it?” You demanded, mustering all of your strength. 

“Oh-ho! I didn’t take you for one to bite back.”

Changbin bit a proud little smile into your lip, wrapping his arms around you. The blond man then toyed with your entrance, licking his fingers, wetting them, then pushed them slowly into your needy hole. 

“Ahhh, look at that, so fucking tight around my fingers, You want it that bad?” 

His long and lithe digits filled you up where he started to thrust them in and out, using his free hand to push your jolting thighs back. Your right hand traversed it’s way under the blankets which you had readjusted, all the way down to Changbin’s leaking length which still blushed red. You wrapped around him carefully, promising his to lips that you would go easy on him. 

As Hyunjin curled his fingers, the other man then reached down to rub at you fervently, matching the pace at which Hyunjin flicked his wrist. Your hips lurched feeling the combination of each sensation, and you cried out loudly for the two of them--the sound itself bounced off that empty space where the three of you existed, almost as if you were calling out for the whole starry sky to hear you. 

“I-I think that we were really missing out on something...” You joked with an airy breath and both of your friends joined you. 

Changbin’s teeth caught his lip as your hand squeezed and twisted, and you could see with every ounce of restraint that he had, he was holding back. 

“Way to make me want to fuck you sideways, huh?” He said with a little grin, observing the size difference between your hand and his member. 

Your back arched when Hyunjin reached in even deeper, and you dissolved into the pleasure that he brought you--an amazing kind of all-consuming feeling that shattered your will, and sent you mewling out into your other friends mouth. 

“I-I can’t wait anymore,” You begged, clawing right into Hyunjin’s golden trellises. 

Changbin scooched up quickly, taking half of the blankets with him, thankfully giving the other boy a nod when he let him be the one to use your entrance. With his brutish hands, he flipped you to your stomach, and hiked up your hips too, cold fingers holding them in place. Hyunjin kneeled permitting you access to his cock which as softened slightly, so he pumped himself back into place with his eyes holding yours. 

At first, Changbin teased you with his tip, adding pressure to your twitching hole, then guided himself in bit...by bit. 

The blonde tapped his dick to your lips, holding firmly the back of your neck as you took him in and choked out at the way that the other stretched your walls. Changbin grabbed at your ass in handfuls starting slowly, grinding his hips in little circles to simulate you deeper. 

“Hm. Who would have known that your pretty little hole would be so perfect for me? Guess we really were missing out on something.” 

Hyunjin growled lowly feeling his cock slide down to the back of your throat, brows crossed, and the bottom of his hoodie resting just above his hips. 

“Squeeze my leg if it becomes too much, okay? ...I’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” 

You nodded best you could, and he started to thrust carefully, every few seconds you would hold his member to drag it against the sides of your cheeks, causing him to huff out loudly at the fleshy bits of your mouth. 

Changbin quickened his pace, doubling over your back as he lost himself in you, grunting out in his rhythm. From both sides, your best friends used you, resorting to something much more feral as they edged themselves closer. From the motions, the car rocked back and fourth like a bed and it’s headboard. 

You too felt the tension build deeply in your core, and it begged with reckless abandon at your dizzy mind that drew itself closer and closer into the feeling of being utterly all theirs. 

In many ways, you guessed that you always had been--while it had been unspoken at the time. Now, having the two of them wholly like this under the silver sheen of the moon, the cold biting at your skin, then furiously met with your heat, you could no longer see them as the two broken souls whom you had bonded with at first. They were now everything, everything that you had wished and hoped for.

Even now that you had become much more to each other, there was nothing that could take away the closeness that you had shared with them. 

“F-fuck--gonna cum--” Changbin announced while he pounded frantically. The other man rolled his hips into your mouth quicker too, seeking the same kind of release. 

“Y/n?” He said with a broken breath, and you muffled out a moan to let him know that you were nearly there too. 

“Oh shit, oh shit--” 

Changbin grunted out, with a bit of panic to his voice, forcefully removed himself from you seconds before he spilled his white seed onto your hole, then sending it dripping down your leg. 

“Oh fuck--s-sorry--” He gasped out, still jerking his cock while he pulsed. 

“Bin!! What the fuck??” Hyunjin yelled out, his words quickly turned into mumbles of nonsense when you took him down as deeply as you could manage without gagging, focusing only on him even though your sex ached feeling so empty.  

When he had come down after a few moments, Changbin took to fucking your walls once more with his thick fingers, not even caring that he had fucked his white warmth back into you at the same time. Meanwhile, he returned to rubbing of your sensitive flesh, trying to replace the feeling he had robbed you of. 

“Cum for me baby, cum for me.” 

On cue, you came in waves, shuddering over Changbin’s fingers slicked with his cum, just as your other friend released down your throat and the warm liquid painted your tongue. 

His blissful moans turned into light chuckles as he milked himself into your mouth, giving you every last drop. Changbin drove you further, overstimulating you to the point where your knees nearly gave out, and you had to beg him to slow. 

After each of your bodies collapsed weakly to the bed of blankets and rejected clothing, you drew the covers back up over yourselves, feeling the cold seep in once more. Both of your friends kissed perfect adoring kisses into your raw lips, tasting the both of themselves on your skin. While your thighs still stuck with your friend’s cum, it didn’t matter as much now that you had huddled up cozily into their arms. 

“Bin, you asshole!!” Hyunjin jested, and flicked the other boy’s forehead. “You fucking finished before you were supposed to!!” 

“What the hell was I supposed to do?? I’d already edged myself enough!!” 

“You could’ve tried!!” 

“Whatever, it felt fucking amazing, don’t blame me.” He added with a smug smirk, “You felt fucking amazing, y/n.” 

“Did it feel good for you too, y/n?” Hyunjin gingerly asked, falling right back to his soft and adorable composure that you knew well. 

“Like Bin said, it was fucking amazing.” 

“So we all agree then? We won’t forget that this happened?”

You gave Hyunjin a little nod to say yes, and your group of three hugged eachother even closer. You hadn’t noticed it, but at some point, Hyunjin’s music had turned off. 

“So, this means that we’re like, a thing now?” Changbin asked, playing with the drawstring to your hoodie. 

You peppered Hyunjin’s forehead with a tiny kiss. “I’d like to be.” 

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and reached out for Changbin across the expanse. “Me too.” 

~🌹~

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[gogomadu]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Shani! Sorry about the late reply~ Work has been finishing me off!

Since I'm on a mission to finish my legacy before going on to other gameplay, I'm going to choose a sim from that save!

Above is Dr. Aaminah~ You'll see her soon in my legacy posts.

💛Dr. Aaminah is Dr. Samirah's sister and they recently opened the first therapy office in Sulani after moving down here looking for a change of pace. They rented one of the activity spaces in the island library and turned it into their spaces. (Aaminah gets the much smaller room because Samirah said so, but she doesn't mind, it's much cozier!)

💛Aaminah and Samirah really didn't used to get along. Samirah is the older sister, and Aaminah felt like she always limited her. Samirah is very pragmatic but also a bit cold and pessimistic in nature. This used to irk Aaminah to no end.

💛Aaminah is the type that can make almost anyone feel comfortable and like family within minutes of meeting. She has this warm vibe to her and loves to make people feel welcome.

💛Aaminah has always wanted to try living seaside but she felt bad leaving her family behind, so when Samirah's bad breakup saw her looking for literally anywhere else to go, Aaminah jumped on the chance to suggest and go on an adventure with her sister.

💛Aaminah and Samirah live in side-by-side tiny houses and Aaminah loves it!

Thank you for the ask love!😊💛💛💛

[baodurs]

i want someone besides me and the 2 friends who know all the lore to meet my detective, but i’m too impatient to let you get to know her via fic so i filled out this questionnaire instead. she is veronica and she is so important, here is some stuff about her if you are interested :’)

QUICK READ OF YOUR DETECTIVE

Name: veronica langford

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bi

Love interest: adam

Best friend: morgan

Main skill: science/technology

Secondary skill: combat/physical

Main personality trait: impulsive

Secondary personality trait: sarcastic

Why did they join the Wayhaven PD?: best use of her science skills

Relationship with Rebecca: not great

Relationship with Bobby: ex, finds it hard to be around him

Verda or Tina?: both! but she’s on verda’s branch

Murphy bite?: wrist

Murphy's fate?: captured

Rescue LI or Rescue Sanja?: sanja

GENERAL

Name: veronica “it’s been 3 years and i never gave her a middle name” langford

Nickname: just veronica. people around wayhaven called her ronny growing up, and a few still do despite her trying to grow out of it. maybe a few people from college and sometimes tina call her v or vee or something.

Birthday: please you all know i am so scared of concrete dates

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bi

Hair color: brown

Eye color: dark brown

Height: 5′10 (178 cm)

Piercings: just one in each ear

Tattoos: something retro sci-fi on her shoulder. not a reference to anything specific, but like a little planetary landscape with a UFO in the background or something.

Clothing Style: casual. lots of tank tops and muscle tees (weather- and occasion-permitting), concert t-shirts, warm colors. flannels and leather jackets. jeans, sneakers, combat boots. think like rocker chick vibes, but cozier and more colorful.

Apartment Style: basic. she really did not plan on living there long and kept putting off decorating because it’d be a waste if she was just going to move out. this rationalization went on so long but since the end of book 1 she has slowly bought a few things to push it towards “cozy,” still pretty sparse though.

STATS

Personality:

Charming | Intimidating

Impulsive | Cautious

Sarcastic | Genuine

Friendly | Stoic

Easygoing | Stubborn

Traits:

Heart | Mind

Optimist | Pessimist

Team Player | Independent

Skills:

Main Skill: science/technology (but mostly science)

Second Skill: combat/physical

By the Book | Bend the Rules

KEY DECISIONS

Reason for joining the Wayhaven PD: best use of her science skills

Murphy bite:  Wrist | Neck | None

Murphy’s Fate: Captured | Escaped

Rescued: Love Interest | Sanja

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP

Love Interest: adam

Why them?: for veronica it’s kind of retroactive. the way i imagine their True Canon, they don’t have any real romantic moments in book 1, so she doesn’t seriously consider that adam might have feelings for her until well into book 2. (the training scene is when she’s like “oh. ok. i get it now.”) even then it takes a few more chapters for her to really process that, figure out how she feels, and recontextualize everything. like realizing that he loves her and then thinking back on their relationship, knowing that, makes her feel so held (sorry i have no better way to say it) in a way that just makes her want to cry.

to give some actual specific reasons, it’s his dedication and his constancy and hidden care/softness. and his very specific brand of... selflessness might be just left of the word i’m looking for, but hopefully you get me.

Bold, shy, or mixed?: neither! in theory it’s closer to bold, but it’s more just earnest.

What were their first impressions of each other?: disastrous. on top of finding him condescending and unpleasant, there are also a few moments where veronica genuinely wonders whether he’s even a good person. or, like, cares about people. but once she learns the truth of things, a lot of her initial anger gets transferred to rebecca.

adam, with the benefit of knowing what’s actually happening, has a slightly more favorable impression of veronica. yes he thinks she’s difficult and reckless and too emotionally driven, yes she’s making his job absolutely miserable, but he does begrudgingly respect that her accusations are always on the right track and she’s good at her job.

What do they find attractive about each other, mentally or physically?:

for veronica: she loooves his sense of humor. and how much faith he has in the people he cares about. physically, dimples <3. but everything about his smile really. and his nose!

for adam: veronica has a very blunt, unadorned sense of kindness to her that he really loves. the way she is kind before she is nice and values directness. physically, her eyes, they’re deep brown and so expressive.

What do they do to spend time together?: they’re both competitive so anything where they can compete on the same team is fun. (competing against each other is fun too, but also like. exhausting. for them and everyone.) maybe puzzles or other things where it feels like they’re “winning” or solving something together. i have spent an embarrassing amount of thought on veronica and overw*tch esp*rts and she would absolutely make adam learn how to play main tank so they could queue as a tank duo. but most of the time i think they don’t Do specific things together; they just hang out. just talk with each other. perhaps snuggle.

What is their favorite memory together?: in current canon... lol. veronica really just treasures any time adam relaxes around her but those moments always get Ruined. even once they’re well into a relationship, i think veronica’s favorite memory would still be something small like a random time he said something funny and they both laughed together and they were outside and the sky was pretty.

What are their love languages?: acts of service for both of them, but especially adam. veronica... probably lots of words of affirmation and physical touch. they’re both bad at blocking out time for themselves in the first place, so quality time can get neglected especially at first.

How do they handle being apart from one another?: pretty well i think! once they’re in an established relationship at least, before that it’s probably harder. but adam can distract himself with work, and veronica is good at focusing on whatever’s in front of her (whether that’s work or she’s away on vacation or something). if neither of them is too busy, veronica calls every night and they stay on a while, half talking and half just keeping each other company.

Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: i think arguments are fairly rare! yes they’re both insanely stubborn, but they also understand each other pretty well (especially once in a relationship) and are very sympathetic to where the other is coming from. unless both of them are extremely stressed, one of them crumbles when they start genuinely arguing like "i don't want to fight ok, let's take a second."

What does their future look like?: who knows! i haven’t decided whether veronica will turn. i think she probably will, just because i do not want my main pairing for this IF to make me very sad all the time, but like. i’m not fully committing until i see a reason pop up in canon. as of book 3′s final demo, it’s not on her radar at all; she knows she loves adam and wishes they could Talk, but ultimately doesn’t expect or even want a relationship right now (because she doesn’t want to deal with dating one of rebecca’s agents OR with the logistics of being in a committed relationship with an immortal being). it’s just all so foreign to her current state of mind that it’s really hard to say!

Anything else you'd like to share: do you know how hard it was to answer some of these considering veronica wasn’t sure they were even, like, on decent terms for such a large portion of the canon content

BEST FRIEND RELATIONSHIP

Best friend: morgan and farah are essentially joint besties but i’ll go with M

Why them?: i think they appreciate each other’s no bullshit attitude. morgan likes that veronica doesn’t take herself too seriously and respects/relates to the way she tackles problems (quickly, head-on, and without complaint but also without pretending that it doesn’t suck?). veronica appreciates morgan’s bluntness, likes bantering with her, and in general just likes being around people that have quiet/steady presences.

What were their first impressions of each other?: neither of them had much of a first impression honestly. morgan barely thought of veronica at all beyond “she’s annoying,” and kept to herself so much that any dislike veronica had of morgan took a backseat to her dealing with the rest of unit bravo.

What do they do to spend time together?: lots of just sitting in the same room and listening to (low volume) music, veronica spends a lot of time hunting for songs morgan might like. morgan is also her go-to sparring/training buddy. and there are semi-frequent movie nights where veronica shows farah her favorite old shitty B movies, and sometimes morgan will tag along just to sit in the room with them or affectionately talk shit.

Anything else you'd like to share: i’ll talk a little about N! obviously veronica and nate respect, trust, and like each other, but she finds him the hardest of UB to connect with. they’re both people who wear their compassion on their sleeves but keep a lot of their hearts/themselves held back, so they just kind of circle each other, especially since like... nate values politeness and is very sweet in how he relates to people, while veronica values directness and is more jokey/lighthearted to put people at ease. idk how well i’m communicating this; as of the book 3 demo it’s getting easier, but their friendship is still newer/more... nebulous? than the others.

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in depth!)

Relationship with Rebecca: so strained. veronica has come to terms with rebecca’s absences throughout her childhood, but there’s newer resentment over... a lot of things, but how she handled the murphy case especially. veronica hates being kept in the dark, and even more than that she hates being rebecca’s priority. it’s difficult to reconcile her childhood and present images of rebecca, and she’s angry that rebecca is so freely and recklessly choosing her, now, to the point of endangering others if she has to, especially when she never felt like rebecca’s choice before. and incredibly frustrated/confused by how often the lines between their professional and familial relationships are blurred and what rebecca actually wants from her.

Relationship with Rook: veronica takes after rook a lot. in stat terms, the only trait they don’t share is stoic, and even then that’s veronica’s least extreme stat. people always told her how like her father she was growing up, and it’s a comparison she took/takes a lot of pride in! she looks up to him based on the stories, but more recently is uncomfortable with the comparisons. veronica would never have even come back to wayhaven if her life panned out as planned, let alone become a detective or joined the agency. that makes her doubt herself, and she feels like that doubt is letting rook down somehow.

rook is also part of the reason her relationship with rebecca isn’t as bad as it could be. she knows that rook loved her, and that he would want his family to be there for each other, so she feels obligated to at least try to make things better. but it’s really hard for her to move past everything to connect with rebecca (which also makes her feel like she’s disappointing rook).

Relationship with Bobby: they were together for a long time and veronica thought she loved him a lot! it was her first relationship, so she wasn’t sure a) what a “bad partner” looked like, or b) how to even be in a relationship or rely on someone in that way. so they spent a lot of time together and had great superficial chemistry, but veronica didn’t have enough experience with not feeling neglected to realize how shallow it was, or notice the red flags when she did occasionally open up. the plagiarism fiasco was a slap in the face, especially because it cost her internships/grad school apps/whatever, i don’t have the details, and forced her to move back to wayhaven after school. she’s still very hurt by it and finds it hard to be around bobby.

Relationship with Verda: due to the above plagiarism fiasco, veronica was pretty depressed when she moved back home, and disliking her job didn’t help. she was extremely jealous when verda was hired and wanted to hate him. but it did not take long for that to crumble into respect/admiration, and eventually into close friendship! verda is a role model for her; they bond over science; they joke easily and have good chill fun. she was really excited to see him piecing together the truth about the supernatural and then devastated to see how he reacted. she feels insanely guilty and thinks it was selfish of her to let him figure it out, but is also cautiously optimistic about making it up to him as of the book 3 demo.

Relationship with Tina: very close! veronica isolated herself when she came back to wayhaven after school, and she is so grateful to tina for being her closest friend and link to the rest of the world during that time. hates keeping the supernatural from her, though. she didn’t like lying to tina to begin with, but she feels even worse about it now that verda knows, and now that tina has clearly picked up on something being wrong but she still can’t say anything.

Relationship with the Mayor: cannot stand him. hates the way he talks about rook, hates the way he talks to rebecca. she cooperates as necessary but doesn’t bother hiding her lack of patience/respect for him.

Relationship with Capt. Sung: basically fine. i think veronica might be a little too casual for him in the way she works, but she always gets the job done so he’s not too bothered by it. (she is ‘bend the rules,’ but more ‘strict rules aren’t important as long as you’re still doing good work’ than the ‘boooo fuck paperwork’ variety. so it’s mostly fine.) she also appreciates him as a minor link to rook.

Relationship with Haley: very friendly, but not super close. they get along great and could make pleasant conversation for hours, but ultimately don’t know each other super well despite the familiarity of growing up together.

Relationship with Elidor: such a comforting presence for veronica during her recovery! she is so grateful, so fond.

Relationship with Tapeesa/Vieno: veronica loves vieno’s cranky-yet-friendly vibe and they get along well! not close, but will stop to chat whenever they pass each other.

Relationship with Unit Alpha: loves their energy. always looks forward to the next opportunity to chat with them, and fully supports any harmless dunking on UB even if she rarely joins in.

Relationship with the Maa-alused: going through the house of mirrors and then coming home for them to appear in her apartment and infect bobby was one of thee worst experiences of her life, and it’s hard for her to get past that + the illness in general. sympathizes with them, and got them to sign the treaty, but is still kind of unsettled by everything that happened and by falk.

Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): some vague figures i have in mind but no one i’ve really developed. a couple friends from college, and maybe an elderly couple that lives on her childhood street and used to check in her.

PERSONAL BIO

Describe their personality: her usual demeanor is very warm and casual. sincere but private--she’s pretty blunt and likes to be direct with people, but steers conversations away from personal topics. likes to joke around and doesn’t take herself that seriously. but behind all this, she’s extremely stubborn and won’t shy away from conflict if she thinks you’re in the wrong (which is why she seems like a different person in the first half of book 1. UB is surprised by how like... chill and nice she is once they clear the air). a workaholic, self-reliant and secure but still pretty hard on herself, takes a lot of responsibility for the people around her.

Strengths: so dedicated. honest and trustworthy, has a strong moral compass and can always be counted on to do her absolute best. flexible and intuitive, her brain works really fast.

Weaknesses: cannot compartmentalize or separate herself from a case, throws herself so recklessly into everything (in terms of both physical danger and emotional burnout). doesn’t necessarily hold grudges but has a hard time letting go of hurt, still can’t think objectively about bobby or rebecca.

Where in the world is their Wayhaven?: somewhere on the US east coast idk what to tell you. perhaps a carolina or a virginia.

What is their personal history?: veronica was pretty social and well-liked around wayhaven growing up. she was known as just a really good kid; she was an overachiever and got along with almost anyone. in college, she felt like she was free of something and took a very work hard/play hard approach to life. always doing or going, whether it was for school or work or fun. she really enjoyed life during this time but crashed and burned pretty hard when she and bobby broke up; a lot of her plans were delayed until the plagiarism incident was resolved and she didn’t really have the heart to pursue them afterwards.

a year or so after graduating, she returned to wayhaven with the intention of taking one more year to regroup, and she has been stuck there longer than she meant to be and has kind of hit a wall when book 1 starts.

If they weren't a detective, what would their dream job be?: she was on track to become a biochemist and it was her dream job but then the main plot happened to her.

Anything else you'd like to share: i don’t really know enough to fully explain this, but no OC i love is a cop so like. i think maybe the job she took when she got back to wayhaven was a douglas-esque receptionist role for detective reele’s private office. then reele retired and small town politics + veronica’s history of useful contributions to cases in her downtime at work led to her being pressured to take up the mantle. it’s hard to explain why she’s a detective when she so deeply does not want to be one but i am Trying (or maybe she would have jumped at the chance to do something marginally closer to forensics?? who knows)

RANDOM FACTS

Zodiac sign: aries is what i assigned her when i first made her and i think it suits her! plus it’d be fun for her and M to be twins. this goes hand-in-hand with my birthday commitment issues though

Hobbies: music (she plays guitar and bass and sings a little), running, gaming unfortunately. i could also see her having been into boxing or some martial art but idk what exactly!

Likes: early morning stillness, DIY projects, t-shirts with inexplicable slogans and other weird thrift store finds

Dislikes: overly sweet food or drink, when cold weather lasts too long, being lied to or “protected” from the truth

Drink of choice: something with gin maybe. also feels a great fondness and gratitude for cheap wine.

Starbucks order: i truly know nothing about coffee. is it weird to order black coffee at starbucks

Favorite food: variations on spicy chicken soup! she eats a lot of crockpot meals for convenience and they’ve grown on her, and she has a few different recipes based on whatever she has on hand.

Favorite color: maybe like a rusty orange

Favorite music: she will listen to anything, but her favorite is probably folk rock, or sometimes stuff with soul or old school country vibes. big thief is a good example of an artist she’d be into i think! also was very into the indie music scene in her college town and still follows some of those bands.

Favorite genre (and favorite movie/book/etc): loves old, campy, unselfconsciously optimistic sci-fi. loves star trek tos. also a fan of documentaries of all kinds.

Favorite season: summer

Anything else you'd like to share: a kiss for you reading this mwah

[diegoalvesisgod]

I was tagged by @ibarbourou​ to do this... writing self-analysis, I guess.

Can you think of three images that are recurring elements in your writing? Are they symbolic of something? What do these images mean to you? Do you have any memories/connotations tied to them?

Long post ahead.

fire and warmth

This was the only one I didn’t have to think about, the one I consciously know is a recurring theme.

The image or fire, or anything that represents warmth or creates warmth, or the warmth in itself.

Paulo takes a deep breath and walks inside. The interior looks very different from the outside. It’s not scary at all. It reminds Paulo of a museum a little bit, but it’s warmer and cozier. There is a thick carpet on the floor in the large hallway, and patterned wallpaper on the walls. Fire is crackling somewhere.

(My Love Will Never Die)

He crosses the hall carefully, trying not to trip over anything. The storm outside intensifies, rain beating at the windows and lightnings illuminating the empty hall at least thrice before he reaches the door. The room he finds behind it is much smaller, and somehow also feels warmer. Whoever covered the furniture and took down the paintings before leaving this place most likely forgot about this room. The armchair in front of the large fireplace isn’t covered, there’s even a pelt in front of it, like whoever used to sit there liked to keep their feet warm. A small table to the side to put a glass of wine or a book on, a candleholder near the window, chairs in the corners. There’s still a pile of wood neatly lined up next to the fireplace, and he finds a tinderbox on the mantelpiece.

(let the darkness lead us into the light)

My grandfather was a concentration camp survivor. I was little when he died, but there are some things I remember him talking about to me, and this is one of them. Warmth means life. There is nothing if there’s not warmth, because if you’re cold, the only thing you can think of is warmth, the need to get warm, the lack of warmth. I deeply believe in the third generation trauma theory, and this may be one of the ways it manifests. I am able to cope with cold much better than most of my friends and family - what is cold for them isn’t cold for me, but I also subconsciously focus on things that represent warmth. I love blankets and candles and hot tea and fireplaces, I hoard sweaters, and when I was a little girl, I never wanted jackets, I wanted fur coats. 

For me, warmth, or the lack thereof, sets the vibe and the atmosphere of the story. It determines if the story has potential to have a happy ending, if the characters are even able to experience something positive.

There’s fire burning in the giant fireplace, started by someone from their small entourage, but the stone has been cold for too long, and it only slowly lets the flames warm up the salty air. The shadows in the hall are long and tall, making everything seem monstrous.

“It doesn’t feel like home,” Viktor says, just because the words are burning on his tongue and he needs to spit them out, even if it means another bruise.

(Stars)

The vibe of the entire story is cold and crude, and for me, at the mention of fire, it changes for the better, it starts to get hopeful. It’s what starts the change, and it’s slow and perhaps an impossible task to completely warm it up, but it’s already less dark and desperate.

flowers/plants

I don’t use flowers or plants that often, but when I do, it’s always with intention.

Denis lingers for a while. He takes off the rye wreath and runs a hand through his hair.

“I just… wanted to say that I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“Sorry for what?” Vasek asks.

“Just… you know… being… generally disappointing.”

(all hail the underdogs)

I picked rye as the symbol of love and fidelity, because that’s what their relationship is about. But for the scene between Denis and Taylor later on in the fic, I picked cattail:

Denis nods, and then realizes that he doesn’t have to look for anything. He’s already got it. He pulls out the cattail he had picked earlier, and puts some of the pollen on the wound.

“Here,” Taylor says, handing him a piece of cloth in which Denis recognizes the silvery fabric of the small parachutes that transport sponsors’ gifts to the arena. “Do you need help?”

Denis nods and holds his hand up to him. Taylor wraps the fabric around his palm a bit clumsily, and ties it firmly.

(all hail the underdogs)

Cattail symbolizes peace, mainly between two people who are fighting. It’s literally a symbol of this temporary treaty between them, and of a friendship that could be if it weren’t for the circumstances.

I used the comparison of two different flowers again in Where my dreams are made of gold. 

Alessandro sits at the table and looks at the pile of leaves and blossoms. “What do you need all these flowers for?”

“The leaves. Green pigment,” Riccardo explains and tears another leaf off.

“Lily of the valley,” Alessandro smiles. “My favorite.”

Riccardo just stares at him. Are men even supposed to have favorite flowers? Does he have his favorite flower?

“Simple, innocent, fragile… but also deadly,” Alessandro says, picking up a flower and smelling it. “It’s said it sprang from Eve’s tears when she was leaving the Garden of Eden.”

Riccardo wants to say something about this flower not suiting Alessandro, since he knows from Giampaolo that it symbolizes humility in religious paintings, but holds his tongue. After all, who is he to tell anyone what flower they should like?

(Where my dreams are made of gold) 

Alessandro’s favorite flower is lily of the valley - actually a very feminine flower, associated with purity, humility, chastity and sweetness. It’s not representing him as he is, but the values that he is looking for, the way he wishes he were.

Alessandro nods and looks at the paper in Riccardo’s lap, the sketches of blooms and branches.

“Magnolias,” Riccardo says. “My favorite flowers. They look beautiful up in the tree, but you can’t really take them down. They wither and rot if you do. Beautiful and delicate as long as you just look. If you touch them, they turn to death.”

(Where my dreams are made of gold)

On the same note, Riccardo likes magnolias - exactly for the reason he gives. They are beautiful up in the tree, but if you touch them, they turn ugly and die. They symbolize dignity and nobility - which are qualities that he is seeking. Just before he states this, he says about himself: “A kiss for money or a favor? Not like I haven’t done it myself, although I didn’t call it trade. But see, I’m no one to judge you.” 

In this one, roses are kind of obvious, because it’s a Beauty and the Beast retelling, but here they also play into the whole crucifixion allegory, thorn crown and all that I created - which to this day I can’t believe I did in a piece I didn’t even intend as entirely serious.

The guards apparently didn’t keep the story to themselves, because among the jeers and laughter of the crowd slowly gathering on the square, he hears mentions of roses and the Beast almost as often as he hears himself being called a fool.

Someone pushes a flower crown made of roses on his head. He feels the thorns sink in his forehead, but the pain never reaches where it should. He can’t quite feel his body, nor see where he’s going, and he doesn’t think that he would be able to walk on his own, if it weren’t for the guards’ grip on his arms.  

He stops when they tell him to, looks up to the wooden post and sniffles. This is the thing he feared the most all his life, and now he feels nothing. He raises his hands obediently and lets the guards close the iron rings around them, and he looks down at the crowd like they mean nothing. He doesn’t even feel like explaining anything to them, even if it could stop the jeering and curses and an occasional rose being thrown at him like it’s worth nothing. They would never understand.

(let the darkness lead us into the light)

In let's be winners by mistake, I used roses, but paper roses. On purpose - while they should symbolize love, they are not real. Andrey repeatedly gives Sascha paper roses, but he’s aware of his feelings not being reciprocated, and in this scene, where he already knows that Sascha is in love with someone else, he burns the rose to show him that love like that, with an “outsider”, cannot last and be real.

Sascha lifts his eyes to him for a moment, and when he lowers them again, Andrey is holding a red paper rose.

“We all have dreams,” he says and hands it to him. “But like everything that happens under the Big Top, they are not real.”

He runs his palm over the paper flower, and out of nowhere, it catches fire. Sascha drops it quickly, and watches the flames swallow the crepe paper.

“What… how do you do the things?” he breathes out.

“If I told you, it would no longer be magic,” Andrey smiles.

(let's be winners by mistake)

For me, flowers are a great way to establish a character, or a relationship. When I look at a person, I can usually associate a flower with them. I love flowers, and I’m very picky about them. There are flowers I can’t stand and would never bring them home, and then flowers I am attracted to. So I generally think of flowers just like I think of people. 

liminal spaces

“The spatial dimension of liminality can include specific places, larger zones or areas, or entire countries and larger regions.Liminal places can range from borders and frontiers to no man's lands and disputed territories, to crossroads to perhaps airports, hotels, and bathrooms which are spaces people pass through but do not live in.”

I feel like I oscillate between establishing homes for the characters, and using liminal spaces a lot. I think I used these mainly in my old fics, but sometimes I still like to reach for them. 

The motel he stops at is far from the city, and looks like it could be accidentally demolished any day, as it seems to be completely abandoned. But Paulo knows it’s still open, and barely anyone there cares who rents the rooms.

The room is far from nice, but as long as it has a bed and running water, it’s all they need.    

Álvaro hasn’t said anything since Paulo picked him off the ground and cut the zip tie on his wrists. Paulo suspects that he concentrates on staying conscious. At least whenever he peeked at him from the driver’s seat, Álvaro’s lips and hands were shaking, and by the time they get into the tiny bathroom, he is barely able to stand. Paulo peels off his shirt and the torn jeans, and almost gasps. Álvaro’s body is colored in bruises, none of them dangerous, but all with the purpose of hurting. But Álvaro doesn’t complain, save for an occasional hiss, almost like he takes it as his penance.

Paulo helps him into the bathtub and lets him sit down. Then he reaches for the shower, an old thing that sprays water everywhere, and starts to wash him, not really touching him, just letting the hot streams run over his body. He then scrubs the dirt and blood out of Álvaro’s hair with the hotel soap and tries to dry him as gently as possible with the scratchy towels.

(No Rest For The Wicked)

I am big about the vibe of buildings. As much as I don’t think of myself as of a spiritual person, sensitive to whatever supernatural may exist in this world, and I have trouble perceiving human emotions, I can feel buildings. That’s my quirk. I have a whole theory of buildings, and my own terminology - for example, I know that old houses built of stone are grounded - they have a stable energy, and if I spend some time inside, I just feel very calm, relaxed and at peace. 

I often go to liminal spaces when there’s a transition in the story.

The sky is pale pink interwoven with blue veins, and they both shake from cold and fatigue. They can see the border from here. Ander leans over the car, soaking in the warmth from the engine.

A car’s headlights blink from somewhere behind the border. Andoni grabs his bag. Ander watches him silently.

You could go with me, Andoni says then.

Ander shakes his head slightly. He can’t go anywhere. Your war is over. I still have a lot of battles to fight.

(Hold My Hand When This Ends)

Same here:

He looks like a ghost.

Not that Simon believes in ghosts, but at night the road becomes a strange place, almost like he can cross the line between this world and some alternate space anytime. Sometimes, when he stops for a cup of coffee at a gas station this late, and he’s the only one sitting there, he feels like he’s all alone in the world, like the whole population was wiped out during some catastrophe or epidemics and he’s the only miraculous survivor.

But although he knows that the person he’s seeing is real, has to be real, what is he supposed to think of a boy walking down the side of the road dressed only in jeans and a white sweatshirt when Simon is sure - and the red digits on his car stereo temperature display confirm it - it’s freezing cold outside?

(like all good kids from broken homes)

The whole fic is basically about liminal spaces - it’s about that moment of transition, and there’s basically no plot needed, the liminal spaces do all the magic.

The room is small and simple, with the obligatory double bed, because paradoxically one’s not expected to sleep alone in a place like this, but it’s at least warm and relatively clean. Viktor looks around like a trapped animal, and it takes him some time to relax at least enough to let go of his backpack and kick off the wet trainers.

“I think a hot shower will do you good,” Simon says, nodding towards the tiny bathroom.

For the first time, Viktor’s lips curl in a smile. “Will you feed me, too, and tuck me in bed?”

(like all good kids from broken homes)

Liminal spaces are something I personally love, because they have a special energy, time is very altered there, and they feel like a half-step, like a portal to something new. (The best liminal spaces are the F1 and Ibis budget hotels in France. Their lobby at about 1 AM can take your mind to very interesting places. Gas stations in the middle of the night come closely second.)

[zamoimagines]

Wrong Number

Word Count: 2,219

Pairings: Billie Dean Howard x Reader

Chapters: 1, 2

Summary: You’d meant to send a selfie to someone else. Instead, you sent it to your old crush, Billie, whom had been friends with your parents for years. You were mortified and ready to face the embarrassment. To your surprise, Billie sent a picture back. 

A/N: Hey ya’ll! thank you for being patient, I know you guys have been waiting for this one. I had fun writing this chapter. Hope ya’ll like it!

The wind whistled from outside as you paced back and forth in your living room. After the phone call, you had sent Billie your address. She only replied with a wink emoji.

You were steel reeling from the call. This wasn’t a joke or a dream whatsoever. You were about to go on a date with your oldest crush! Your high school self would have screeched at an opportunity like this. Though, you presently were freaking the fuck out.

You continued to walk toward your couch, then back to the front door. Back and forth. You couldn’t stop yourself. This was all so much, not in a bad way, but you couldn’t deny that you were extremely nervous to see her. You hadn’t heard from her in literal years… yet she still remembered you. Obviously she thought about you. This realization nearly made you faint.

Just as she had asked, you were wearing the exact shirt from the photo. It wasn’t one you wore often because it made you feel vulnerable. That alone was making you anxious. To cover up a little, you threw on a nice cardigan and left it open. It made the outfit feel so much cozier, which in return, made you feel much more comfortable. You had made sure to touch up your makeup and fixed your hair. Now it was just a waiting game.

As you continued to pace, the intrusive thoughts in your mind only got louder. What if this was all a mistake? What if she changed her mind and wouldn’t show up? It would be so embarrassing if she bailed on you last minute. This was too much for you to take.

A loud honking sound came from outside of your home. You glanced up at your window. In the driveway, there was Billie’s car. It looked the exact same as the last time you had seen her.

A big smile grew on your face. You hoped to god this would all work out.

Quickly, you fled out the door and locked up. You tried your best to look as calm and collected as you could as you made your way to her car. You opened the passenger door before slipping inside.

Billie was as beautiful as ever. She had changed into something else. Instead of the silk blouse, she was wearing a rather tight fitting cocktail dress that hugged her body perfectly. Her long blonde hair fell in soft yet voluminous curls. You couldn’t recount all of the nights you thought about running your fingers through it. Billie gave you a cheeky grin.

“Have I stunned you?” She said.

You blushed hard. You didn’t realize that you’d been staring at her. Your eyes instantly gazed at the ground as you tried to hide how flustered you were by seeing her again.

“Uh… Not at all, I… I…” you were struggling to find words.

Her hand moved under your chin as she gently lifted your head. Her eyes met your own.

“It’s okay, honey. You can be attracted to me.” she replied with a small chuckle.

You weren’t sure how to react. All you could think about was the thick, hypnotizing scent of her perfume. She hadn’t changed one bit.

“It’s good to see you.” you managed to say.

“It’s very nice to see you, Y/N.” Billie began, “Shall we?”

You nodded as she pulled out of the driveway.

The car ride was rather quiet. Not in an awkward way, there were no bad vibes whatsoever. But there was an extreme tension between the two of you. What were you supposed to say to her?

She glanced over at you while she drove. You could see her grinning to herself.

“I see you’re wearing the shirt.”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you by wearing something else.”

Billie couldn’t keep her eyes off of you even as she was trying to drive.

“I’m glad you didn’t change. It looks much better on you in person.”

You tried hard not to giggle. You felt like a fucking school girl being hit on by a hot older teacher. You had to admit, it was the best feeling in the world right now.

When you arrived at the restaurant, she led you inside. Usually at a nice place like this you would have to make reservations week ahead to even wait for a table. Though, when Billie took you in, they already had a table ready for her. She always had a way with people. Not to mention she was a celebrity now with her new show.

The host sat you two down at a remote table on the terrace of the restaurant. Fairy lights were strewn about overhead that illuminated the small garden that was flourishing with a variety of flowers. A small candle was lit in the middle and a bottle of champagne had already been chilling next to the table. There weren’t any other guests out here; just you and Billie. This was probably the most romantic first date you’d ever been on.

“This place is beautiful…” you began.

“It’s my favorite Italian joint in town. I’m really good friends with the owner, she let me reserve the entire terrace while we’re out here.”

Your lips formed a small smile. She really thought of everything and it showed.

Billie continued to gaze at you. She took in every inch of your body, taking her time to really get a good look at you. The blonde bit her lower lip.

“I must say, you turned into quite a beautiful woman,” she leaned forward slightly, “How is it that you’re still single? I’m surprised that people weren’t falling head over heels for you.”

The smile on your face grew wider. She had such a way with words and all the flirtation was making you feel giddy on the inside.

“I guess I’m just busy. I’m constantly studying or working, I never really have time to pay attention to anyone else.”

“Then I feel extremely honored to be able to take you dinner.” She replied sweetly. The waitress came by just in time and greeted Billie warmly.

“Hey there! Good to see you. We having the usual tonight?”

“You know me too well!” Billie laughed, “You get whatever you want, Y/N.”

You hadn’t even had time to look at the menu because you’d been so fixated on Billie. Feeling a little on the spot, you didn’t even glance down to read any of the entrees.

“I’ll just have whatever she’s having.”

The waitress grinned widely. “Great choice! I’ll have it right out to you.”

Once again, the two of you were alone. Billie poured you a glass of bubbly before pouring one for herself. She held her glass up. Hesitantly, you did the same.

“What shall we toast to, darling?”

Your stomach was in knots. You didn’t want to say something stupid, yet you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“To beautiful women.”

Billie clinked her glass to yours.

“To beautiful women.”

As you sipped on alcohol, Billie sat up straight in her chair.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you last. What… Has it really been four years?”

“I believe so. It’s felt like forever.”

Billie nodded in agreement.

“I remember when I would come to your parent’s place for dinner or when I’d come house sit when they were out of town. We always had such a good time with each other, don’t you think?”

It was true, the two of you had some pretty fond memories. There were countless nights you’d stayed up way past your bedtime on a school night to play card games with her. It was hard playing against a psychic, since she could always sense your next move. Though you always knew she would let you win just to be fair. Other times, she would take you out for dinner since she wasn’t the best cook and then would take you to the movie theater afterward. Your favorite nights were the ones where you two would talk about nothing and everything. Billie was the one that taught you how to use a tarot deck. She was also the one that had banished negative energies in your room when you had a nightmare about demons. The memories you’d shared with her were some of the best memories you had.

“It was always a good time when you came over.” You replied happily, “I always looked forward to your visits. When I moved out of my parent’s place, I was worried you wouldn’t want to see me again.”

“Nonsense!” Billie retorted. She took your hand into hers and held onto it tightly. “I’ve missed you so much. How could I ever forget about you?”

“I think it was more of an irrational fear.” The feeling of her skin against your own sent shivers down your spine. There were times that she’d touched you in the past in passing or when she reached out to hug you. Though, this was different. This touch was electrifying.

“I’m really glad you reached out. Even if it was by mistake.”

“I am too.” You said in a warm tone.

After a half hour of catching up, the waitress came back with two plates of pasta.

“Here’s that food for you guys! Two pasta primaveras, made special by our head chef himself.”

“Tell Luca that he’s done a wonderful job once again.”

“Of course, Miss Howard. He hopes you guys enjoy it!”

The waitress rushed back inside the restaurant, leaving you two alone once again. You glanced down at the plate that had been presented to you. Normally, pasta wasn’t something you’d care to indulge in. Yet this dish looked more delicious than any other you’d ever seen.

“I met Luca and his wife, Isabella, a few years back when they were working out of a food truck. Their food was so amazing that I helped them get an actual restaurant of their own. They chose this place… It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

It warmed your heart hearing Billie’s story. That was one of the things you loved about her; how much she cared about others. Her show made her seem uptight, or perhaps even rude. She’d taught you how important it was to be assertive around spirits, though some never understood that. Away from all the cameras, she was a big softie.

“That’s amazing… You’re amazing.” you blurted out. Your cheeks turned a bright shade of red. How could you say something so mushy?

Billie wasn’t phased by it. In fact, you made her blush a little as well.

“Try it. This is my favorite thing to get here.”

After what you’d said, you were okay with not talking for a little bit. So you did as you were told. You picked up your fork, twirled some pasta onto the prongs and lifted it so you could take a bite. A burst of flavors touched your tastebuds. It was nothing like you had ever tasted before.

“Oh my god, that’s good!” you exclaimed.

“Luca has a real talent.” Billie replied as she ate from her own plate.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Even though the two of you took a while to eat, neither one of you seemed to mind. You shared so many laughs and stories with her. This was definitely the best date you’d had in a while.

“I don’t want this night to end.” You sighed. Billie raised her brows as she took another sip of champagne.

“It doesn’t have to.”

You could feel your heart racing in your chest. Even after all this time you’d known Billie, you had never seen her place. Not to mention with the way things were going it had the potential to get very heated very quickly.

You couldn’t find the words to form a coherent response.

“I can see right through you, Y/N. I know you’re nervous and I know you’re wondering about my intentions with you. I’m psychic for crying out loud, you can’t hide anything from me.”

You knew she was right. You still found yourself speechless.

“I know what you think about me. I used to listen to all of the little fantasies that would fly around in your head when I would come visit. It was pretty obvious you had a crush on me, sweetheart.”

You felt even more flushed. Why hadn’t you thought about it before? She probably knew everything you’d ever thought about her. She could probably sense how badly you wanted to kiss her. Your body tensed up at the thought.

As if to confirm your fear, she reached out to touch your face. Her thumb gently brushed your cheek as she stared longingly at you.

“I promise that this is all real. I really like you, Y/N.”

That was all you needed. The words almost found you.

“Okay. Let’s go back to your place.”

Billie looked very pleased with your response. Pulling away, she left a cash payment along with a nice tip for the waitress. The older woman stood from her chair and gestured for you to follow.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“I am.” You replied as you stood up to go join her, “Thank you again for dinner. It was delicious.”

She wrapped her arm around your waist as she showed you the way out.

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

You could feel a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach. She’d never given you a pet name like that, though you couldn’t deny how much you loved it. Her hand lowered a little to rest on your ass as if you were already hers. You could definitely get used to this.

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A New Beginning - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Hello! This fic was inspired by the song Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin. To receive the *full* effect, please do give it a listen before or while reading, it’s a treat and I promise you won’t regret! I’ve linked it here. On a different note, I’m not as confident in this fic as I was in my first, but I hope this sufficed and you enjoy regardless :) Let me know your thoughts! This fic does have a flashback that is indicated in text. 

Word Count : 1959

Summary : It’s move in day for Keanu and the reader, and Keanu can’t help but express his love in a special, endearing way.

Requested : No

Warnings : None! Just some fluffy domestic Keanu content. 

It was a Saturday evening, and the sun had begun to set, channeling a pink and purple hue over the horizon. It was the middle of September and summer had finally come to a close. The beginning of Autumn had brought cozier evenings, and the world looked like it had been lightly crusted with sprinkles of cinnamon, brown sugar, and bright, vibrant apple blossoms.

           A cool breeze channeled through the open window, pirouetting in the atmosphere for a moment, before whirling over your skin leaving goosebumps, swaying your mind away as if in a ballet as you exhaled a weary sigh.

           You glossed your eyes around the room, the space littered with scattered brown cardboard boxes, some empty, some occupied with belongings, until they landed on your ever so giant boyfriend sitting cross legged on the apartment floor. His eyes squinted and nose scrunched trying to read to tiny instructions on the manual describing how to build the brand new wooden table you had purchased for your new house you had bought together. You smiled lightly to yourself, his black and lightly brunette dusted hair falling in his eyes every so often.

           Keanu and you had been together for a little over 3 years, and gosh had it been amazing. The way he made you feel was something you never quite thought you would get. It felt so real, so true, as if the universe had clicked and allowed you to indulge in the sweetest existence. You both felt as if you completed the missing parts of each other, constantly helping, supporting and being in each other’s corner. Just the mere sight of you was enough to make his heart flutter, but the feeling of knowing he had one person in the sea of people to call his own, to have and to hold, to protect and be protected from whatever ups and downs may be thrown meant more to him than could be put into words. It was a warmth that only you and him could comprehend, almost like a two-person team that no one else could ever be a part of. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been dreaming of this move in together since just a few months into your relationship. It had been a long time coming.

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           “Hey babe, how was work?” Keanu smiled into the phone. Evening had fallen and he had been in the kitchen cooking up a meal for yourself and him.

           “It was alright, the usual. I’m exhausted.” You sighed. You were driving to your apartment, Keanu’s voice through the Bluetooth was refreshing, like hearing your favourite melody.

           “Aw, that’s alright sweetheart. I made you dinner, how about we crack open a bottle of your favourite red in the Jacuzzi later tonight?” he suggested while stirring the pot.

           “Oh Ke, I didn’t know you wanted to spend tonight together? I’m sorry honey but I’m almost at my apartment now” you frowned, feeling a tingle in your heart that he had gone through all the effort for you.

           Keanu and you had been going back and fourth to each other’s places almost every day. You both had keys to each other’s apartments, and would often end up spending the night together, cuddled up on the couch after a long day, enjoying each other’s company and escaping from the world of responsibilities. Keanu had a drawer at your place, his belongings peppered around your apartment, constantly reminding you of your life together. Simple things that made your heart swell with happiness, such as seeing a bag of Keanu’s favourite dark roast coffee he drank every morning in your cupboard beside your mugs. At Keanu’s apartment, you had seized a large portion of his wardrobe. But he didn’t mind, in fact it was one of his favourite parts of waking up when you weren’t there with him to see your shoes next to his, and some of your sweaters, dresses and shirts hanging around in his wardrobe.

           “Spend the night here, please. I would love to help you wind down.” He spoke.

After a bit of contemplation, you sighed and turned the car around. You could never quite resist him.

That evening, as promised, after dinner Keanu had drew you a nice warm bath in the Jacuzzi with your favourite rose scent. He sat behind you in the steaming water with you leaning back on his chest, your eyes closed and breathing calm. He kneaded your shoulders lightly trying to rid any tension. You both loved the intimacy of a bath or shower together, it helped you feel completely connected.

           “Why do we keep doing this?” Keanu eventually broke the silence as he brushed his chin against your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck.

           “Hmm?” you questioned, eyes still closed. “What do you mean love?”

           “This, all the scrambling” He placed a light kiss to the top of your shoulder, his lips still lingering over the sensitive area. You could feel his breath on your skin.

           “I want us to always come back to the same place. To be the first person we see in the morning and the last before bed every night. I’ve been thinking long and hard and..”

           “Are you suggesting we move in together Keanu?” You cut him off, turning your head to peer over your shoulder.

           He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah…I am, if you want of course. I feel ready and I feel good about this.” He gestured between you two.

           “I feel pretty darn good about it too.” You whispered grinning back, getting lost in his espresso eyes before sharing a tender kiss to his lips.

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           You walked over to Keanu and kneeled down behind him, snaking your arms around his neck, placing a kiss to the back of his head before tucking your head into his shoulder.

           “You look cute when you don’t know what you’re doing” you smiled.

           “Hey hey, I do too know what I’m doing.” He took his finger and moved the frame of his glasses up his nose. “I’m just trying to establish the most efficient way to do this.” He replied, resting his hand on yours, brushing his thumb over it.

           “Sure babe. Whatever you say.” You said slowly rising up, lightly chuckling. That’s when the door bell went. Due to all the cleaning and painting Keanu and yourself had done all day, and the house being completely empty, not yet furnished, you had decided to order a pizza as there was no food or cooking equipment in yet.

           “I’ll get it” Keanu said as he rose, pulling out his wallet. You walked over to the fridge, pulling out two bottles of wine. Of course, the only thing in the fridge at the moment was wine, you both knew you’d need it after the day you’d had.

           “White or red Ke?” You asked.

           “Hmmm…it’s a white kinda day.” He replied as he closed the door and set the box of pizza down on the hardwood floor. You both ate sitting on the floor, sharing laughs between your conversation, gulping down the crisp wine. It felt like a bottle of poetry on your tongue.

After dinner, Keanu took his place back by the unbuilt wooden coffee table, and you back on the floor by the wall. You were in the process of touching up some of the paint on the wall near the bottoms and edges. It was a task that took a lot of precision.

Music played through the speakers and flooded the empty house, the echoes making it sound like your own private concert. You had played your favourite playlist, consisting of hits from Frank Sinatra & Dean Martin. The vibe in the house felt soothing, so inviting and full of passion.

           Keanu had been stealing glances at you for the majority of the evening. He couldn’t help it, the way your hair was tucked atop your head in a messy bun, yet a strand was still falling on your cheek slightly annoying you made him grin like child experiencing fireworks for the first time. The look of determination and precision on your face made his heart smile. He admired that about you, your work ethic and the way you put 100% into everything you did. You truly were the perfect women in his eyes. He was drifting away in his own thoughts until he heard a familiar track begin to fall from the speakers.

           Everybody loves some body sometime

           Everybody falls in love somehow

Suddenly, Keanu began to get up from his spot and trek towards you, a bright smile plastered on his lips. He couldn’t help himself.

           Something in your kiss, just told me

           My sometime, is now

Once he reached you, he bent down slightly and held his hand out for you to take.

You shot him a confused smile. “Come on love.” He spoke softly, looking you right in your eyes, so full of admiration. You took his much larger hand in yours, rising up. Once you were up, he gently caressed both your hands and placed them on his shoulders, while subsequently wrapping his arms right around your waist.

           Everybody finds somebody some place

           There’s no telling where love may appear

           Something in my heart keeps saying, my someplace, is here

Keanu began sway gently to the music, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he were staring deep into your soul. You couldn’t control your smile either, staring right back. It truly felt like home, like you were staring right back at your entire world, placed right in front of you, tenderly matching each others movements, completely united, spewing with passion and desire for each other.

Keanu took one of you hands and gave you a twirl, admiring you in your entirety. As you placed your arms around his neck, he connected his forehead to yours, still smiling. He wrapped his hands around one of your wrists.

That’s when he started softly singing to you.

           If I had it in my power,

           I’d arrange for every girl to have your charm

           Then every minute, every hour,

           Every boy would find what I found in your arms

“You know babe, I was thinking we should install a pet door for the dog” he spoke, still swaying you to the music, his fingers drawing circles on your back, holding you tight.

“We don’t have a dog, silly.” You shook your head at him, giggling, placing a soft kiss on his jaw.

“I think it would be a good first addition to our little family” he grinned back.

That sentence had the power to send a wave of warm contentment through your entire body. This new house together had started to make him think of the rest of his life with you by his side, and the family he knew you would create together, the purest symbol of your love. It felt like everything in his life had finally started to fall into place, and he was beaming to finally be able to start his life with you. A new beginning with the women of his dreams.

           You rest your head on his broad chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat spring through your ears. Keanu kept swaying gently with you tangled in his arms. Softly, he brought his cheek down to rest on top of your head, as he softly sang along to the song, making sure you could hear the outpour of his love gushing onto you.

           As he closed his eyes with you pressed flush against his skin, arms around his neck, he hummed the last segment of the song, before placing a kiss in your hair.

           Your love made it well worth waiting

           For someone

           Like you.

[lovenikkidressupsalt]

This is gonna end up being multiple reblogs long. So bear with me.

So, I'm making up my main outfit for fall. Here's where I am so far

I decided she definitely needs a head accessory. The problem is, I can't seem to nail a perfect one. There's ones I like, but nothing really screams out at me. So here's my thought process.

I didn't write down the names so sorry. If you want to know one, I'll check it for you

1. The Mori Girl hat (evolved or involved)

Pros: it's cute, it does make the hair and face look good.

Cons: I feel like the color is too much closer to light pink than beige and I don't know if it does well with the rest of the outfit

2. This one...whose name and anything associated with it I'm blanking on

Pros: interacts great with the hair, really does match the rest of the outfit

Cons: idk I was going for a warmer, cozier look.

3. The hat from the one pavillion

Pros: it does have the warm look

Cons: literally everything else. It interacts weird with the hair, the color doesn't work, and God why do so many hats sit on the head like this

4. Recolored messenger hat

Pros: the color kinda vibes well with the yellows in the rest of the outfit

Cons: thematically it just doesn't work. And truth be told, I only have it because of the color.

5. I really should be checking the names.

Pros: looks super cozy

Cons: same with the Mori girl hats. Plus it sits on the head weird. I stg I'm gonna fight some people at Nikki Games.

6. I think this beret goes with the suit you get by having friends in the game?

Pros: I kinda dig the contrast, plus who doesn't love a nice beret?

Cons: I feel like it toes the line between "pop of a contrasting color" and "just plain doesn't match"

7. This goes with one of the suits from a hell event. I've lost track of which minor suits go to which one.

Pros: I really do think this would be the one if not for the goggles. This was what the post that wouldn't upload (or I accidentally cancelled it) was about.

Cons: the goggles. I could almost overlook them, but I can't.

8. This one. I think it's from detective girl in the competition store.

Pros: the color works, the theme works, it interacts ok with the hair. I also, as someone who grew up in the 00s, never fully gave up on the newsboy style hats.

Cons: same with one of the hats from earlier I just don't get "cozy" from it.

Shit I gotta post this and reblog

[thearcanaartificer]

Here is more for the 25 Arcana OC and LI Lore Asks. I always knew some of these answers, but some made me think.

XII.) What is your MC’s favorite type of weather? Why?

She likes storms. They can be loud and exciting and the perfect weather to tuck into the safety of her home and to watch from inside with a hot drink and cozy blanket. Or they can be calming and miserable (there is a type of ‘miserable’ that is acceptable and that is rainstorms) looking. She’ll usually close up her shop on the real nasty ones and build pillow forts and burrow in. The sound of the rain is something she can drowse to.

Julian doesn’t like them much though, which bums her out a bit, so she tones down her excitement about them. However, she has to admit she doesn’t mind how clingy he gets. She’ll use any excuse to spend time with him and baby him- though she does feel bad for him when he gets really anxious during the more nasty ones.

XIII.) If your MC was feeling down, what’s one meal that would lift their spirits? What about it brings them positive vibes?

Red curry and peanut sauce with tofu, carrots, broccoli, and jasmine rice. She loves spicy food, but when she’s feeling down she wants something a little cozier and the nutty flavors of the peanut sauce mix so well with the spice of red curry and it dials back to spicy hot flavor. And tofu. Nom. It mixes so well with the whole dish, soft and easy to chew with a simple flavor that compliments the curry.

XIV.) Does your MC hog the sheets? Does their LI? Is it a battle for sheet dominance?

Odelia runs hot while Julian runs cold. So he will pile them up with blankets and cuddle up close and when he falls asleep, she shoves them off of her and onto him. However, when he wakes up, he likes to wrap her up in them again with him. So it’s really the opposite thing going on with them.

XV.) What does your MC do to get ready for the day? Do they have a routine?

Yes, she has a routine. Asra found out pretty fast that if she doesn’t have a routine, she doesn’t function right. There are the occasional circumstances where she changes it a bit, but if she’s left without one, she loses track of time and never gets anything she’s suppose to done.

She has a few routines based on who is with her. Nadia and Portia are vastly different than her routine with Julian or Asra. Asra left her to her own devices, so she’d wake up, toss on her choice of clothes for the day, steep her tea, tie up her hair as she waited, milk and sugar her tea and sip it as she cut a piece of pumpkin bread for breakfast, and feed her pets before heading down to work.

With Julian, things are a little different. Once she decides its time to get up, she starts with cooking breakfast and coffee and tea. Once breakfast is ready (and being kept warm by the stove salamander who she trusts not to burn it, she’ll coerce Julian from the blankets and ‘no we can’t snuggle this morning’ (they snuggle for five minutes at the very least). He never complains if the food is slightly burnt because they took too long. He’ll wash dishes and she’ll take care of her pets. He drags her way when its time and dresses her and does her hair. She then helps him get dressed for the day. A few kisses and friendly petting, and Julian reluctantly goes to his clinic.

XVI.) Who are your MC’s closest friends? How did they meet?

There is Asra- though lately its been very hot and cold with him. They met when they were younger. She’s actually older than him (fifteen at the time), so when she met ten year old Asra living on the streets she took him home to her guardian and he basically became her little brother.

Muriel- Asra and Odelia brought him home and at that point her guardian was resigned to the fact that she was going to have boys in the house (Vopel women don’t like males necessarily, but her guardian had already learned to tolerate them). Her guardian actually favored him the most out of all three of them, growing up.

Then there’s Portia! Her bestie! Her closest companion! Portia had tried to pick pocket Odelia. She had just gotten to Vesuvia, only spoke Trade, and had run out of money and was hungry. Odelia caught her and instead of turning her in, took her out to eat and the friendship has only gotten stronger since then.

Nadia- she met her through Portia- sorta (she met her during the plague a few times and helped her run numbers and other small things but she doesn’t remember due to her amnesia). She broke in a lot to the castle to visit her after she got assigned as Nadia’s handmaiden. One day she planted a kiss on Nadia’s lips as a joke about those old fairy tales where a kiss would wake up the sleeping beauty and iohgaohrhao it worked (it wasn’t the kiss, just perfect timing).

Julian- Post plague pre prologue- She took him somewhere safe after he passed out drunk at the Rowdy Raven and sorta kept him after that. He only struggled a bit (because he’s a ‘terrible man who has done terrible things’ ‘Okay sure sweetie’ ‘I’m a murderer!’ ‘Eh, debatable.’), however, Odelia’s stubbornness outshines his and he finally gave in to what he actually wanted the whole time.

There are others, but those are the main ones she runs in circles with that are not too spoilerish to my writing.