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lqveharrington · 2 days ago

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But Daddy I Love Him with older!Eddie Munson🫣🫣

Daddy I Love Him | E.M.

summary: your parents always hated eddie munson, in return causes an argument between you and them.

pairing: older!eddie munson x harrington!reader

includes: mentions of devil worship, bantering, arguments, screaming, bad parents, steve being a good brother, crying, angst, fluff

a/n: i've never wrote a full fic for eddie, so this is a first :) (rules for celebration here!)

Your family — mainly your father — was never fond of Eddie Munson. In fact, they all believed he was the devil's spawn. You tried to reason with them and show how sweet he truly was, but they only brought up the cold hard truth. How he was held back twice, played a Satanic Game with high schoolers, and smoked weed. He was someone they didn't want you hanging around. They wanted you to stay as far away from his as possible.

Unfortunately, it was a little too late to enforce that rule.

You were in your senior year of high school when you began to hang out with Eddie. You didn't hang out with him to smoke or to slack off on your studies. No, you hung out with him because you could truly be yourself around him. You didn't have to be the perfect cheerleader your parents wanted you to be — you could just exist.

Everyday you were able to hang out with him, you became more confident in who you were. You wanted to leave behind the simple girl you were raised to be. You didn't care if Sarah or Hannah labeled you a mess or if your parents grounded you until you left for college, you just wanted to be with the one who truly understood you.

"I'll get it!" You yell from your room and quickly rush down the stairs, finishing the braid you were adorning yourself with.

The fall weather in Hawkins was always the best. It wasn't too cold or too warm, it was perfect. So when Eddie told you he would take you to town today, you were ecstatic.

Just as you made it to the base of the stairs — Mary Janes scuffing the wooden flooring — Steve cut in front of you and yanked the door open, smile falling when he saw who was standing on the front porch. Unlike your parents, Steve was less inclined to scold you for running off with Eddie. He probably scowled at Eddie once and told him to stay away from you, but after your many protests, he left you both alone.

"Munson." Steve gave him a curt nod and stepped away from the door, letting you pass. He was wary of you running off with Eddie, you were his little sister. But you looked so happy being around him.

Shaking his head, Steve grabbed your forearm and lowered his voice, eyes flitting up to Eddie before back down to you. "Be careful."

You roll your eyes and push him away, adjusting the dress you wore. "I'll be fine, Steve. Besides, our parents are supposed to be gone the entire weekend."

Steve huffed and reluctantly let you go, watching you get into the white van and pull away toward god knows where. Steve only hoped you wouldn't burn down the life you worked so hard to get to.

As Eddie hummed to the music playing on the radio, you laced a hand with the one he had resting on your thigh. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, grinning when you were already staring at him. He was your chaos and your wild joy, but he was all yours and you wouldn't change it for a thing.

"Where are we going today?" You ask softly as he lifted his hand and kissed the back of yours, thumbing the space there.

He continued to kiss the back of your hand as he spoke, "Thought I'd take you downtown. They recently opened a new music shop down there and I heard they have some of your favorite artists."

You raised your brows in surprise and tilt your head, a grin slowly revealing itself to him. "You know me too well." You sigh and squeeze his hand. "Freaks me out just a little."

Eddie chuckled and squeezed your hand back. Of course he knew you well. He had a journal at home that noted all your favorite things. From your favorite flowers to your favorite type of baked good — he had it all written and memorized.

When you got downtown, he bowed and stuck a hand out to help you out of the car. You laughed and gave him a curtsey once he got you down, linking your arms together. On the way over to the store, you passed many people your father knew. Your face twisted in annoyance when a particular woman who used to babysit you and Steve backed away from the both of you and made a cross with her hands.

Eddie tilted his head to you and pressed a kiss to your hair, murmuring quietly. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear angrily, glaring at the sidewalk in front of you. "Just annoyed at the people in this town." You kick a pebble and watch it tumble down the road. "All they do is stare and gossip when they see us. It's not like you'll use me for a Satanic sacrifice."

"Who knows? I might just, Harrington." Eddie chided and pursed his lips when you sent him a bored look. He sighed and put his arm around your shoulder. "On another note, you know they're just jealous you're not conforming to the norm." He squeezed your shoulder and flicked your braid over your shoulder. "All your friends aren't really your friends with all the fake smiles they keep throwing you."

"I don't give a damn about them." You rest your head on him and sigh, playing with the buttons adorning his denim vest. You huffed again and rub a hand over your face. "The main issue is telling my parents who I'm really going out with."

Eddie hummed and looked down at you, "When are you telling them?"

You scoff out a short laugh, shaking your head. "If I'm lucky — and Steve doesn't snitch — hopefully not until I'm off to college."

He nodded at you and squeezed your shoulder, leading you toward the music store only a few steps away. "Smart girl."

"Thank you." You grin up at him and kissed his cheek when he opened the door for you.

The second you stepped into the store, you were starstruck. The entire place felt like you stepped onto the set of a music video. There were sections purely for The Smiths and The Cure. There sections for Metallica and Black Sabbath — which Eddie ran straight over to. You shook your head and went to the vinyl and records.

You were so mesmerized by things you'd never seen before in Hawkins that you didn't realize Eddie was by your side, simply admiring you. From the way you kept tucking your hair behind your ear to the way your tongue would just so slightly poke out when you were overlooking the description of the record. His breath was taken away at the sight.

"If I had a camera, I would just snap a picture right here." He spoke all of a sudden, causing you to jerk back in surprise and clutch a hand over your chest. "Absolutely stunning, Harrington."

You shake your head and place the vinyl down, creasing your brows when you met his eyes. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"No." He sent you a cheeky grin and blew a kiss, making you smile. He grabbed the vinyl you were looking at and tucked it underneath his arm, still staring at you. "But you really do look beautiful. Your dress not only compliments your features but your personality."

"How did you ever fail English with all your smooth talk?" You lace your hand with his free hand, slipping one of his many rings on your own.

Eddie opened his mouth before shutting it, shrugging and playing along with you. "Now that is a complete mystery."

"Did you grab everything?" Eddie popped the door open for you again and helped you out, eyeing your side of his van to make sure you had everything you brought with you.

"Yep." You pat his arm and shake the paper bag full of records and small posters. Although he didn't have much, he still proceeded to buy almost everything you wanted despite your many protests. "Thank you for buying them for me... Are you sure Wayne —?"

"What the hell are you doing with him?" Your father burst through you front door, his eyes wide in anger and fists clenched by his sides. Behind him, Steve and your mother followed, the latter shocked at how close you were to the devil's spawn.

"Daddy?" You took a step back and bumped into Eddie, hands shaking from confusion and fear. You directed your eye sight to Steve, who looked troubled. "I thought--"

"Sorry, I tried. I'm so sorry." Steve rubbed his face and winced when he heard his mother's shrill voice from his right.

"You knew?" She grasped Steve's shoulder and looked at him in bewilderment. She looked between you and your brother, both of you recoiling at how badly the both of you messed up today.

It had been a while since the both of you were heavily scolded by your parents, but you knew you wouldn't hear the end of this mess. You frowned when your father pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering words you would be grounded for even thinking about.

"Wha — Uhm..." Steve stuttered and sent you an apologetic look, running his fingers through his hair. "I have to make a call to work."

"Daddy —" You try to speak again only to be interrupted by your father barking orders at you.

"Get inside the house." He pointed toward the door and glared at the boy behind you. When you made no effort to move, he marched up to you and grabbed your forearm, voice strict and unyielding. "Now."

You huffed and pulled your arm away, giving Eddie one last look before entering your own personal hell. You entered the dining room and sat as far away from your parents, crossing your arms and looking down at the wooden table.

"What the hell were you doing out with Eddie Munson? We told you to stay away from him!" Your father slammed his hands down on the table, cause the glass vase full of beautiful flowers to topple over.

You looked up at him in surprise and crease your eyebrows, "Daddy, he's not a bad person —"

"Like to hell he's not! He's a bad influence! You're supposed to be at home and studying for your midterms." He shouted back before sitting down in the chair opposite of you, face red in disappointment. He knew you were dating someone, but he didn't know you were dating a super, super senior.

"Those aren't for another month!" You hold back from shouting all together, quite aware that your temper was about to blow.

"Don't talk back to your father like that." Your mother gave you a pointed look, picking at her perfectly manicured nails. She rubbed her temple and sighed, "We just want to understand why?"

"But you wouldn't care." You huff and lean back into the chair, tears of frustration filling your eyes. While Steve wasn't the perfect son and didn't get accepted into any colleges, he was able to carry good grades and competed in basketball and swim. They wanted you to be even better than him — get accepted into an ivy league and leave behind Hawkins, Indiana. "All you care about is me getting into college and getting filthy rich like you guys."

Your mother shook her head and moved to grab your hand. "That's not a bad thing, sweetheart—"

"You don't listen to what I want to do, mom." You yank your hand away from her touch, eyes practically burning holes into the wall. You felt like you were going to burst into flames if they said anything else degrading toward Eddie. "All you want to talk about with me is proper etiquette and daddy just goes on about how I need to be the best or I'll end up like Eddie."

"It seems like you aren't far from that anyway." Your father muttered and earned another glare from you. He took your mother's hand and squeezed it as he revealed the following information. "Apparently this isn't the first time you've gone out with the Munson boy."

"What?" She whispered and looked at you with wide eyes, biting the her bottom lip in nervousness.

Your father nodded and scowled at you when he found how unphased you were. "She's been going out with him since the end of summer."

"Oh my god." Your mother fell back and held her forehead in a dramatic nature. She fanned herself and shook her head, "You need to stop seeing that boy."

"Wait, what? I haven't done anything bad." You protest and look between the both of them. "My grades are perfect and —"

"Who knows where you'll end up if you keep hanging around with him." He slammed his hands down on the table again, making you flinch. He sighed and pinched the bridge of nose once again. "Why do you even bother spending time with a hopeless —"

That's when you snapped. The chair scrapped against the floor as you rapidly stood, hands placed on the table to balance yourself. Your voice echoed around the room, uncaring if the neighbors could hear the commotion. You needed them to understand you weren't ever going to leave him, no matter what they tried to force upon you.

"Daddy, I love him!" You all but screamed at him, chest heaving from all the emotion you poured out. Their eyes widened at your outburst. That was the first time you ever yelled back. "I love him because he sees me for who I truly am." You shake your head and glare at them, head pounding from how much energy you spent on them. "Something you and mom fail to do to both your children."

You began to walk away from them, your steps never faltering as you ascended the staircase. But before you could take another step up, you father called out to you, making you scoff.

"Where are you going? We're not done with this conversation, young lady." He stood by the bottom of the stairs, face red from fury. Your mother was covering her mouth, still in shock from what you said.

"But I am." Your voice comes out sharper than intended. "I love him and I won't go back on it."

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slafastri28 · 2 days ago

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The Favorite Child - OP81

Summary: The first year of reader and Oscar's relationship, families give the other special treatment when they are around!

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Idk nothing really

Note: Is this loosely based on my life, maybe... yes it is... ENJOY!!

Winter 2023/24

“Mom, Dad, I have someone I want you to meet,” those words were so nerve-racking to you. They knew who Oscar was, you met him during your internship and had become best friends, but things escalated quickly after your boyfriend mistreated you, not trusting you in your work environment as you were surrounded by men your age. You tried to introduce him over the phone to the people you would be spending the most time with, but he refused. Long distance was clearly not meant for the two of you as it resulted in constant fighting and a lack of trust. You two broke up during your Thanksgiving break and you immediately called Oscar. He comforted you, but little did you know he was waiting for you, since the early moments of you two spending time with you he fell hard for you. Now here you were bringing him home from the airport to stay with you for a week before you both left to work again. He naturally walked in through your front door behind you, your parents both smiling.

“You must be the famous Oscar we hear so much about,” your Mom smiled greeting him with a hug, causing your cheeks to flush feeling embarrassed.

“Mr. Piastri,” your Dad greeted him with a handshake, a friendly welcoming one, not very protective over his daughter. The four of you sat down for dinner as your parents began asking about Oscar’s life which was a lot different from yours. It was full of adventures in different cities, countries, and continents, where your last vacation was when you were seventeen.

“It really is beautiful, once you start putting your shoes up high,” he laughed. He looked so in place at the table across from you talking to your parents. Something in your stomach told you this would be a recurring event. Dinner ended and you showed him where he would be staying for the next week before the two of you traveled to your new shared apartment to start your job. It seemed natural for you to live together, two separate bedrooms which you would both keep clean and orderly, you had similar lifestyles, similar habits, similar everything and you wouldn’t mind living with your best friend. He made himself comfortable in your older brother’s former room, he moved out a long time ago and now it was vacant, and was conveniently right next to yours if he needed anything. The week went on and you showed him all around your hometown, your favorite places to eat, the park where you would play in the snow with your friends, your school, all core parts of who you were. You went shopping gathering last-minute essentials before leaving, it started to feel surreal. You knew deep down you had feelings for Oscar but seeing him in your hometown fitting in perfectly made them even stronger. It was the second to last night you would be staying with your parents. It was late, the two of you were alone in your living room watching a movie when you suddenly felt his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t hide a smile but didn’t say anything you didn’t know what to do. The TV was apparently too loud and startled your Mom out of sleep, because in a few seconds, she was at the top of the stairs asking you to lower it, scaring both you and Oscar out of the position you were in. Once she left his head went immediately back to your shoulder, and you rested your head on top of his. These were normal instances throughout the week, as you would be walking his hand would occasionally brush up against yours, he would look at you longer than he needed to, and he was so attentive in everything you spoke about your town.

“Y/N,” he said softly, you picked your head up as he did the same to look at you.

“Yes, Oscar?”

“What are we?” That question, that wonderful, stressful question that put the ball in your court, you tried to come up with a response that you hoped wouldn’t scare him off.

“What do you want to be?” You asked, feeling a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

“I- I don’t know,” he replied, your faces moving closer to each other. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“I hope this isn’t too straightforward,” you said before placing a kiss on his lips. When you broke apart he had a big smile on his face.

“I want to be with you Y/N, your boyfriend,” he smiled, kissing you once more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” you sighed with a grin. As your movie came to a close the two of you went upstairs hand in hand before parting to go to your separate rooms.

You woke up the next morning trying to be as discrete as possible with Oscar around your parents, you two would sit under a blanket and hold hands underneath, or when your parents weren’t looking he would rest his hand on your lower back, it was one more day you figured it would be easy, nope. Your parents quickly caught on, it was a moment when you were alone with your Mom that it got loose.

“You know I know about you and Oscar,” SHE WHAT?!

“What? How”

“The way he looked at you it was obvious. Relax, your father and I like him very much, I just want to make sure you’re okay it’s barely been a month since…” her voice trailed off.

“I’m fine Mom, I was done with him in October, but I didn’t want to be a jerk and do it over the phone especially while the guys were with me, they all knew, and all encouraged it but I couldn’t do it over the phone,” you explained.

“So you’re okay,” you nodded. The two of you left the next morning driving the hour to your new apartment. You two began unpacking the boxes that were waiting for you, you caught him looking at you as a distraction.

“So my parents know,” you blurted out.

“Uh-huh, and I thought we were going to wait a little to tell them as per your request,” he said with a hand on his hip.

“My mom figured it out, you made it REALLY obvious,” you teased.

“I can’t help looking at you, you’re finally mine let me enjoy it,” he said before pecking you on the cheek. You two continued unpacking, building furniture that was delivered, and making your apartment feel like home.

The winter season ended and you would be going into the 2024 Formula 1 season as Oscar’s girlfriend.

Spring 2024

You took supporting Oscar very seriously. In the time you had while he had winter testing, you purchased any merchandise you could find with his name on it, and things you thought were cute that matched the Mclaren colors. Although you couldn’t travel with him to every race due to your job, you still went to as many as you could sporting his last name. He was always happy to see you after no matter what the outcome was. When you were there he would rush over to you, when you weren’t he would call you from his driver’s room immediately after. It was when you leaked to him your parents would be coming to a race he got an idea. You two were lying in your shared room, leaving the other bedroom to quickly become an office/guest room thinking out loud.

“You said your parents don’t travel much,” he said.

“Well, no one we know travels as much as you, but no not really, why?” you asked.

“I feel like I should get them something, I don’t know, I travel so often, I feel like it would be nice, and you know make them like me more,” he smiled.

“Please, every time we go to their house Mom acts so much different, Dad texted the one time asking if you were coming for dinner because he smelled ‘the good food’, you're their favorite child,” you laughed.

“No she doesn’t,” he knew secretly it was true.

“Denial is not something I would pin on you but here you are,” you teased.

“Well maybe I’m the favorite child because I start bringing back souvenirs,” he said with confidence.

“Mhm okay,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “so what are you going to get them?”

“Your Mom loves tea, right? And your Dad coffee?” You nodded, see he knew these things after not even six months of dating.

“So I’ll bring back mugs or coasters,” he said, “something useful so they will think of me every time they use it,” he said proudly.

“Favorite child,” you teased again. He shrugged and kept brainstorming.

“So they are coming to Monaco this weekend, but after that, I’ll be in Canada, perfect, a Canada mug,” he smiled.

“Maybe some maple syrup,” you giggled.

“See you’re in on it, you think they will like it,” he grinned.

“They will love anything coming from you, believe me,” you kissed his cheek, “Good night idea man,” you said rolling to your side and drifting to sleep with a smile.

The weekend approached, and you met your parents for dinner the night before the race, you were surprised by Oscar meeting you there too, he made no clarification he would be there. He was holding a small bag.

“There’s our boy,” your Dad said patting him on the back as he came and sat next to you.

“Hi Darling,” he kissed your cheek, “hope I’m not encroaching on your family time, I knew you would be here, and I can only be alone for so long the night before,” he smiled.

“Oh please, you could never intrude,” your Mom laughed.

“Favorite child,” you whispered in his ear, it became a running joke every time you saw your parents, your Dad was in on it too.

“Y/N don’t whisper it’s rude,” Your mom looked at you sternly, and your Dad winked.

“What’s in your bag Osc,” you said changing the topic.

“Something for you two actually,” he said gesturing at your parents, reaching and placing the bag in front of them.

“What a nice mug,” your Dad said pulling it out of the bag, it was a Formula One-themed mug with the word Monaco across the top, it had different cars, a map of the track, helmets, and the flag of course. You sat there stunned, thinking this wasn’t starting until next week, but Oscar had mischief.

Your parents continued to thank and praise him for the mug as the weekend continued, and each week that followed with a different mug being sent to your parent's house or hand delivered they became more and more loving towards him as if they weren’t already. Your parents became Oscar’s second parents, they loved having him around. You were invited to stay with them the summer break but declined, you two had your own vacation in mind, where you were sure Oscar would bring a mug back from there.

Summer Break 2024

Here it was, the moment you would meet Oscar’s family. You two were in the middle of the flight and woke up out of your sound sleep with the fear of meeting his family. That and you always got flight-sick. You rushed to the airplane bathroom, completely disregarding the empty seat next to you. There meeting you in the isle was Oscar,

“Aww again,” he sighed knowing where you were going.

“It will pass, we are almost there anyway,” you sighed trudging to the bathroom. Moments later you were back in your seat, you could see the sun rising out of the window, he took your hand rubbing his thumb gently across the top.

“You have no reason to be nervous,” he smiled knowing that was also making you sick. Your flight continued into an eventual bumpy landing sending your stomach into orbit. Oscar rested his hand over it as its shield, he knew where you would be going in the airport first. You went to the bathroom and after you finished your boyfriend was no longer standing alone. You recognized the figures, quickly rushing your hands into your pockets waiting for them to notice. Oscar’s eyes moved from his youngest sister’s to yours. You made your way over comfortably, but could still feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Everyone,” he announced, “this is Y/N L/N, my best friend, and beautiful girlfriend. " He smiled, resting his hand on your back, urging you to come closer. You hid your nervousness with a smile,

“It’s so nice to meet all of you finally, he’s told me so much,” you could feel the heat of your face flushing away. His mom was first to greet you pulling you into a hug,

“Are you kidding, we’ve heard so much about you,” she laughed. His sisters all greeted you next, looking forward to having a new girl in the house for a couple of weeks, finally, you reached his Dad,

“He looks good, he hasn’t given you any trouble has he,” he smiled.

“No sir,” you laughed, feeling the tension and nerves ease away. The day began with lunch right after the airport pickup, although you could barely get a bite to stay down.

“Darling where are they,” he said gesturing for you to hand him your bag. His whole family felt horrible. You weren’t feeling well, and they were ready to accommodate plans to suit your needs. The day continued and everyone was catering to your every need, crackers you had it, ginger ale right along with you.

“You don’t have to-” you were cut off.

“We insist,” his mother said rubbing your shoulder as you made your way into their house. Oscar was getting you unpacked when he found the small bottle of heaven, it always saved you from motion sickness and jet lag when traveling, you must have put it in your suitcase by mistake. There you lay on his bed, looking around at his childhood bedroom, as he did the same when he first arrived at your house. You noticed all the little details, pictures of him growing up, little trophies he had from karting, all the important moments of little Oscar’s life. He joined you handing you the bottle. You took the tablets and rested your head in his lap already feeling a lot better.

“See, no worries, they love you, favorite child,” he laughed.

“No no you cannot call me that, we haven’t even been here a day,” you shot at him.

“My mom would tell me to suck it up, and they certainly wouldn’t make me a special meal like they are for you,” he crossed his arms, “so yes I can, I already know.”

“Maybe if I wasn’t sick-”

“Please they love you, and as they get to know you better they will love you even more,” he smiled.

“So, you told them about me,” you said sitting up and adjusting to look clearly at him.

“Y/N, my sisters wanted to know every single detail, well everyone in the family always needs to know every single detail,” he groaned.

“And?”

“And the questions would never end, you just wait for dinner tonight, they are going to tell you everything they know about you and more,” you laughed, but he seemed so serious. Dinner approached and he was right, you had a lot to talk about, it was the opposite of your house, where everything was always Oscar, tonight everything was you.

“So Y/N, Oscar tells us you studied business,” his father began. The next thing you knew many many details of your life had been shared with his family, your hobbies, your interests, …your intentions, a lot of information. You two went to bed early that night feeling tired from the flight, you lay silent in the dark of his room, the only light of the little plug-in near his door. You were both awake staring at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, were they too much,” he said turning to face you.

“You met my parents, nothing is too much,” you grinned.

“So they didn’t scare you off,”

“Of course not,” you placed a kiss on his lips.

“I love you,” he sighed before pressing his lips to yours once more. You two slept peacefully awaiting the weeks ahead of you.

The trip consisted of Oscar taking you to all his favorite and important places in his life. You two were so in sync, you listened to all his facts and as you experienced all these places he took pictures with you at each one, wanting to remember forever. You two had been stopped in a few places by fans and he was so good about it. You even had some recognition as you were now dating a famous racing driver and were plastered on social media more than you knew. Girls would come up to the two of you squealing with delight asking you personal yet intrusive questions about dating Oscar, he could see your discomfort and would act in ways that would make them even more crazy. He would stare at you lovingly, he would wrap his arms around your waist or over your shoulders, would press little kisses to your cheeks giving you compliments.

“She truly is the best,” he said during one of your fan interactions “I wouldn’t ask for anyone else,” your heart melted. You fell deeper and deeper in love with him this trip, seeing him in his home, now you know how he felt seeing you in your hometown and why he was so infatuated with you.

As your trip came to a close you didn’t want to leave, it was so amazing. His family became your second family, his home was your home, and you were invited to stay with them at the Australian Grand Prix next year, it was wonderful. You said your goodbyes at the airport before boarding the plane. As you were waiting for take-off, he looked at you smugly, as you had a mixture of joy and sadness on your face.

“Believe me now favorite child?” he teased.

“I think your sisters wished it was me instead of you, I would have killed to play dress up with them when you were all young, you look great in pink by the way,” you laughed, you would miss his family.

“Okay, it’s only natural for little girls to dress up their older brother, you can’t tell me you didn’t do the same,”

“I tried, but he’s five years older, he was a teenager when I was at the dress-up age, however in high school he did let me put a pink strip in his and his best friend's hair, so I call that a win,” you smiled talking about your brother. You two grew distant once he moved away, you missed that bond you had when you were little, now he acted as your third parent, you couldn’t talk to him without constant disapproval. You were lost in your thoughts when the plane taking off interrupted them.

Fall 2024

The season carried on, you found yourself longing for Oscar those weekends he was away, and you began to go crazy. Your parents constantly wanted you to visit, or come and surprise you at your apartments on weekends. You knew they meant well but it was starting to become too much. It was different when Oscar wasn’t there, they felt that they could finally give you their real opinions on your lifestyle, and make things the way they wanted in your life. You found yourself crying most nights when he was gone after long days with your parents as sometimes they would make you question your relationship.

“Does Oscar love you for being like this?” Your mom said to you one weekend, you kicked both your parents out that day and didn’t even bother calling Oscar you were in such a fit of anger and sadness that you were thinking of all the ways you wanted to change yourself in that very moment. Times like this continued and you felt the courage to tell these things to Oscar once again. At first, he didn’t believe you but the more time he spent with them he began to see it. He was always reassuring, but you began to overthink feeling so bad that every weekend he was gone you were upset when he was out scoring points and having a great time.

“Y/N, come with me this weekend,” he finally said one night. That sounded like the best idea to you ever, and work was becoming more of a hybrid position than on-site, it seemed perfect.

“I would love that,” you sighed.

“I know there’s only a few races left, but please come with me, I would love to have you there and give you a break from all this stress,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You have a deal,” you smiled.

“So you’re going to tell them right now, you can’t do anything for the next month,” he pointed a stern finger at you. You picked up your phone sending a message to both of them, they seemed fine in their responses but still in those weeks you were traveling they found ways to pick at your travel plans based on your media posts, commenting on what you chose to wear, the meals you two were eating, the late hours you were up, they saw your life start to merge with Oscar’s life, and were concerned.

Winter 2024-25

You two were spending a week with your parents for the holiday, and eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and exploded. You scolded your parents in front of Oscar, your boyfriend of almost a year, you thought he would leave you then and there as he had never seen you this upset but he stood in support of you.

“I’m proud of you, you are an adult and they need to see that, I know you don’t think they will change, but they are your parents they mean well, but when you are with me you do not need to doubt yourself at all, I love you for being yourself,” he said as you two sat on the floor in your room. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes once more. You cried all the pain you had been realizing that was influencing your whole life flowed out. He held you to his chest and continued explaining all the thoughts you didn’t realize were influenced by your parents, you felt free.

“This new year I will help you with all those things darling, I promise you, I am not going anywhere,” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you Oscar Piastri, thank you for making me, me again,” you kissed him once more.

“I love you Y/N L/N, no matter what.”

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #oscar piastri #oscarpiastri x reader #mclaren #op81 #op81 imagine #op81 x reader #op81 fic #mclaren formula 1

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romerona · 2 days ago

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The Cook and the Teacher!

Headcanons of Carmen (Carmy) Berzatto x Abbot Teacher Femreader! Sunshinereader!

Let's pretend The Bear and Abbot Elementary are in the same city.

Their relationship is the perfect mix of Carmy’s high-energy, fast-paced work life and the reader’s vibrant but nurturing personality. She helps him slow down and appreciate the quieter, simpler moments, while he brings her a sense of excitement and adventure she didn’t know she needed.

Carmy finds her colorful, warm presence a soothing contrast to the often gray and chaotic atmosphere of his kitchen.

In one of these rare moments, Carmy is cooking in his own kitchen, reader loves to help out. She’ll chop vegetables or stir sauces while teasing him about his intense focus. He secretly loves these moments.

Occasionally, she’ll attempt to make him breakfast—simple pancakes or eggs—and Carmy will quietly fix little things without her noticing. He never wants her to feel like she isn’t good enough in the kitchen.

The reader knows how much pressure Carmy puts on himself, so she makes it her mission to leave little notes for him to find, saying things like, “You’re enough, with or without a Michelin star.”

The reader knows how to calm Carmy when he’s spiraling, either with a warm hug or by distracting him with a ridiculous story from her day.

Carmy helps her through her own stressful days by listening attentively and offering practical advice—or, if that fails, making her a delicious meal that instantly brightens her mood.

Their relationship is full of lighthearted teasing. She loves poking fun at how serious he can be, calling him “Chef” in a mock-stern voice while dramatically bowing. He’ll roll his eyes but can’t help the small smile that sneaks onto his face.

Carmy is fiercely protective of her, especially after seeing how draining her job can be at times. If someone crosses a line, whether it’s a rude parent, a random person or an ex, he’s the first to step in.

Similarly, the reader is protective of Carmy’s emotional well-being. She’s not afraid to tell him to take a day off or call out the staff (including Richie) if they’re piling too much on his plate.

Carmy admires her ability to manage a classroom of kids with humor and grace. He’s constantly amazed by how much energy and love she pours into her work. He often tells her, “I don’t know how you do it.”

The reader admires Carmy’s dedication and talent, even if she worries about how hard he pushes himself. She’ll often remind him that his worth isn’t tied to his achievements.

Carmy isn’t big on grand romantic gestures, but he shows his love through thoughtful actions—making her coffee just the way she likes it, fixing her scarf before she leaves the apartment, or cooking her favorite comfort food after a long day.

Reader, on the other hand, loves leaving little surprises for him—like a new knife roll she found on sale or a framed photo of the two of them that she sneaks into his office.

The staff at The Bear adore the reader, and they tease Carmy relentlessly about how soft he gets around her. Richie especially teases Carmy about how “whipped” he is, though it’s clear he’s just happy his cousin has someone who makes him smile.

When Carmy visits Abbott, the professors give the reader knowing looks, nudging her about “her handsome chef.” Janine even asks if Carmy can give a cooking demo for the kids someday, and while Carmy is shy and somewhat reluctant about it, he agrees because it makes reader happy.

Their late-night talks are a cornerstone of their relationship. After a long day, they’ll sit on the couch, and talk about their respective days, childhood memories, or Carmy’s culinary dreams, these moments become the heart of their relationship.

They’re perfectly comfortable doing their own things in the same room—Carmy scribbling recipe ideas while the reader grades papers or works on the next class projects. Silent yet intimate moments.

Carmy struggles to open up fully about his past, especially his guilt over Mikey’s death and the pressure he feels as a chef. The reader often has to gently coax him to share, which can lead to frustration on both sides.

The reader’s naturally sunny disposition occasionally clashes with Carmy’s more grounded (and sometimes pessimistic) outlook. While she tries to see the silver lining, Carmy sometimes feels like she’s dismissing his concerns, even if unintentionally.

Both have hectic schedules—Carmy’s long hours at The Bear and the reader’s commitment to Abbott. They often struggle to find quality time together, sometimes going days with only fleeting interactions.

Carmy’s obsession with perfection often spills into his personal life, making it hard for him to disengage from work. The reader sometimes feels like she has to compete for his attention, especially during busy weeks at the restaurant.

When they argue, Carmy tends to shut down, while the reader tries to resolve things immediately. This mismatch in conflict styles can make their fights drag on longer than necessary.

However, they’ve learned to meet in the middle—Carmy working on staying present in discussions, and reader giving him space when he needs it.

Carmy sometimes struggles with feelings of inadequacy, wondering why someone as bright and compassionate as reader is with him. He fears that his flaws—his temper, his workaholism, and his messy past.

Sometimes, Carmy doesn’t realize he’s shutting the reader out until she points it out, leading to heartfelt apologies.

Thanks to her gentle encouragement, Carmy is learning to open up more. She’s teaching him that it’s okay to lean on someone else for support.

meeting headcanons???

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear fanfiction #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader smut #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #reader-insert #reader insert #the bear #abbott elementary

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 1 day ago

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This year, I want to be a wetter, I mean better person - Mark Webber x reader

cws: age gaps (reader is in her 20s, Mark is in his 40s), perv! Mark, semi-public, squirting, dirty talk, author loves dilfs and hopes that one day dilfs will love her too

Whichever spirit possessed your parents to decide to move to the middle of nowhere, England was a hidden blessing. It may not have seemed that way when you had to endure their company for the 4 hour drive from the airport or when you knew that there was no one fuckable for miles. Not that you could get down and dirty under a family roof, whether it was somebody else's or your own. Nothing more haunting than staring down at the lone poster of Fernando Alonso from his Renaut era on your hideously painted walls while cumming. Or, more accurately faking an orgasm. So you spent a nice, festive Christmas Eve and Christmas in your new family home. Catalogued everything that went wrong in your life to land you in this position from the 26th onwards. Actually explored the town and found that at least 1 bar (as if it would have more than that not on the main street) was open on New Years.

Your parents were not party people. By 8, they had tucked in on the couch and were yawning through a holiday concert of some Dutch guy. You shimmied into the one presentable dress they had seemed to pack from your childhood home. "Conveniently," your cute clothes were in storage, and the owner was somewhere in Dubai at the moment. So you have to make do with this black piece. It's not your first choice. But at least the fact that you had grown some tits since being 18 a few years ago was comforting. You pass your parents by with a promise to not be long now. Being met with a sleepy "Don't worry, sweetheart." you know that they're going to sleep through the fireworks anyway.

To nobody's surprise, the bar isn't crowded. The raging bull is in a pathetic state. Some top 40 hits radio station is playing. The floor is sticky. The bartender looks like he's your parents' age, and it doesn't seem like he knows just what goes into your favorite Long Island iced tea. You sit down and ask him to keep pouring you rum and cokes until either he runs out or your wallet is empty. You sip his very boozy concoction slowly, as you're texting your friends. Complimenting their party fits. Asking details about potential hookups. Looking at pictures of their pets in ugly sweaters. As midnight draws near, someone else actually gets inside the bar. You look up and see a pair of green eyes and holy shit, it's a holiday miracle. It's Mark Webber. 9 time GP winner. Manager of your current favorite driver on the grid. Ultimate celebrity crush, Mark Webber. With the grace of a newborn giraffe, you slide out of your chair. You don't want him to see you, but at the same time, you need it to survive. There goes your cover of not knowing who he is. Now, the bar name makes sense. It all aligns like a jigsaw puzzle. The car themed coasters. The signed cocktail napkin framed on the wall. The only “fancy” drink on the menu being named the Aussie grit.

After you not so subtly go to the bathroom to reapply your lipstick and try to work wonders with a mascara wand, you go back to your place at the bar. Only Mark is next to you, bendy black straw into his namesake cocktail.

"Look, I don't know how much they paid you to tail me here, but I can double it." he says, and you're confused.

"You're some kind of journalist or something.” You shake your head, still too stunned that he's here, talking to you.

“Don't tell me you're just some big city girl whose boyfriend brought her to meet the parents, and now you're single because you found him groping his cousin. Because, believe me, that romcom's more of a staple than you think." He continues.

"Wow, how bad is this town that a young woman in a bar on NYE is news. My parents moved here in April. I'm visiting them for the first time. And so far, I haven't encountered any guys, much less the ones that think the best part of waking up is Folgers in their cup." You explain.

"Are your folks the couple who hate each other but are always bragging about their daughter's graduation in March?" Mark guesses, and you are once again stunned by just much this small town gets to people. Not only does a man that's starred into many of your wet dreams know your parents. No, that's not enough, he also knows they're not the perfect relationship role models. You can't help but wonder if it's hereditary and also the reason you haven't brought home a partner. Pushing that to the side, you reply to him with

"Just the ones.”

"You know your dad thinks we're best friends, and your mom keeps asking if I can hire you at Porsche or McLaren." He says and suddenly all the facetimes with your parents come back to you. The man with a very nice house who they invite over for tea sometimes. The one that's been a little under the weather lately. The one who drives a sports car to the center.

"You're motorsport Mark? Of course you are. Be grateful that you don't have any kids my age because I'd practically be your daughter in law too." You speak before you think, momentarily forgetting about the man's wife and kid. Then you wonder why he's out here with you and not back at home. You're inching to ask, but there is no way to say “are you divorced, and if yes, can I ride you into next year, please?"”. Especially after he hits you with a reminder of why that's a bad idea.

"You should be happy that your parents are proud of you, sweetheart. And that they want you to stick around with them here." He says.

"If I was, wouldn't I be about to watch the fireworks with them?" You ask.

"Still some time until that, isn't it? Wanna make it count?" He replies to your question with a question.

You agree, and there's two more Aussie Grits on the bar. The bar tender also places two laminated sheets of paper and two markers in front of you. The comic sans text on top says "New Years Resolutions" and the neat little lines give you 5 rows to write in.

"Sick of hearing us talk, aren't you?" Mark asks the other man, and the latter just grunts.

"Bet I can write mine before you finish your drink." The former driver says, clearly still a speed fiend. You shake on it, and you start chugging the strong drink. Meanwhile, he's adding chicken scratch sentences to the A4.

He beats you, and to his credit, all his resolutions are thought out and personal. You're happy to see that he's put "do more for Oscar" in there and giggle at the "post more on Instagram?". While you're still reading, he's busy gloating, making fun of you for not learning the most important thing in college - how to hold your liquor.

"What, like you could do any better. Mark, I'm surprised you're standing after the drinks you already had. I bet that I'll have to see you get locked in here till the morning for your own sake." You say, both posing a challenge and remembering the "beauty" of some more traditional British pubs. You hope that the one booth you see is at least comfortable. He doesn't back down, and you're on the clock, writing down what you want to accomplish in 2025. But your brain is buzzing from the drinks, from the way liquid is dripping down Mark's chin and onto his pants, by the fact that you're a horny drunk and the unavailable dilf next to you is too delicious to pass on. You lose, unsurprisingly. Handing over the list, you absent mindedly say

"You know I wouldn't mind your help with the last one, I'm sure you can make it happen, wink wink, nudge nudge.". You're referring to the item "attend my first grand prix," a dream of yours since getting into the sport. But apparently, in the rush, you had added a more nsfw goal under it. Because the item on your list that ended it prematurely was, in fact, "squirt for the first time.".

"You wanna double-check your work before saying things, sweetheart. " he asks, and you're mortified when you do. You start apologizing and gathering your things to leave. Mark places a strong hand on your bare thigh to stop you.

"I never said I wasn't going to do it. I'd be glad to. I'm just making sure that here and now is the place you want to bring this up." He says. Your jaw drops, and you're like a fish out of water.

"Aren't you married?" You ask. It's not the first that you thought would come out of your mouth. Yet, you have to hear him say it.

"Divorced. Technically, in the process of, but no ring. Empty house, and a cold bed. Only my left hand for relief." He says and you're picturing Mark pumping his cock in his fist. You cross your legs and clench your thighs slightly, which doesn't go unnoticed by the older man. He moves his hand and spreads them.

"And you, sweetheart? Do you have some secret boy toy to make your switch into adulthood more fun? Or a nice pretty girl like yourself that you've been shaking up with since your dorm days?" He asks.

"No. Same as you, but I use my right hand. My clit's too sensitive if I switch up my technique." You say, hellbent on making that man go crazy for you.

Mark looks around and tips a crisp 50-pound note from his wallet. You can't help but notice the little blue wrapper peeking out of the Italian leather. He calls over the bartender and asks for "2 coffees when we come back." You think the Aussie's going to take you to his car. Have you ruin his custom leather seats and make you lick up your mess as punishment? You guess he might even take you to his house, not that you have any idea where it is exactly. Ask you to hold on tight as the headboard to his once marital bed slams against the wall. Makes sure your sensitive little clit humps against the pillow as he's fucking you from behind.

But Mark drags you to the men's room instead. Spreads your legs and makes you grab the sink.

"You know I'm a man of few words. And as much as I'd love to start you off with a hands-on approach, I think you haven't earned it yet. So let's show you some videos first, huh?". He pulls out his phone and opens his Google drive. He's got a folder titled xxx and in it is maliciously organized subfolders by years.

"I can click any of them? And I'll see you making a woman squirt?" You say, impressed.

"Never met a girl whose pussy I couldn't make gush. Although I'd stick to the pre-retirement years." He says and you settle on a 2012 video. You know the later ones probably feature his ex. But this one stars a faceless blonde, all curves and moans. You squirm when Mark smacks her ass, watching it jiggle. You keep your eyes on how his tongue slides between her folds. You try to ignore how he's rolled up your dress and is just staring at your underwear. Watching it get wetter and wetter. You're too preoccupied with younger him to ask for his touch now.

The next video is a brunette, with pierced nipples and a possible disdain for Mark. That's gone when he slides into her, fingers pinching her clit. He makes her come too, and the next one and the one after that. You've seen enough. You turn and find him eye level with your cunt, long legs bent into a squat. He may be more than a decade older than in the video, but an old dog doesn't stop learning new tricks.

"Mark, I need you, please." You beg, beyond ready to be treated like one of his "little starlets" from the spank bank. You wonder if he'd film you too. Have your pussy soaking his cock in your juices as a memento of your time together.

"How do you want me, sweetheart?" He asks.

"Need you to fuck me, want to feel your cock inside of me, please." You moan out. And he's a perfect gentleman, because he promises he'll give it to you.

But first he slides his fingers to the front of your underwear and two of them are on your clit, rubbing. Maybe it's because of his height, that the length has spread even to his limbs. Maybe it's the dexterity, the sheer speed of his movements. Usually you'd prefer it starting slow, and building up. But with Mark, it was all climbing, starting at a 100 and moving towards 200 and above. Your hips are bucking against him, searching more. He slows just for a second in order to thrust two fingers inside of you.

"Look at you, already a mess. Did I get you so rilled up, sweetheart. Does this old man do it so much for you?" He asks and smiles as you can only groan and beg for more. He's not someone who draws out things, so he tells you to keep it up for him as he opens the condom package. He watches you whine that your fingers don't feel as good, that they aren't enough.

"Oh sweetheart, just you wait. You're going to be ruined." Mark says as he feeds you just the tip. He makes you take your hands off, replacing them with his. He thrusts up, matching his movements on your clit.

"It's too big, please." You say. Were you asking him for more or to stop? Your body seemed to favour the latter , because you were practically dripping on the bathroom floor. Mark uses his other hand to bring you closer to himself, his shallow thrusts pumping deeper and deeper. He's hitting that spot in your body, the one which you didn't even know existed.

"Be good and cum for me, will you, sweetheart? I don't have all night. So unless you want me to drag you out like this and fuck you on the town square under the fireworks, you better let go." Mark says. He does miss how tight you get around him when he talks like this. He continues, telling you how good you make him feel and how he can't wait to see your pretty orgasm face.That's what tips you over the edge. They're tears coming out of your eyes, you're pretty sure you're drooling and Mark's cock is indeed soaked with your juices. You can hear the obnoxious squelching of his last few thrusts, before he also comes.

He's still inside you when your alarm rings, the sound coming from your purse, long forgotten on the floor. You scramble to turn it off.

"One minute to midnight. Well, it's more like 20 seconds now." You announce. Mark takes your face in his hands (still slick with you) and kisses you gently. He doesn't have the heart to tell you that this is the first kiss he's had all year. You don't have the heart to tell him the same. All you know is that your return flight might be rebooked to a later date. You finally found something interesting to do in your parent's new town.

#f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 x you #f1 imagine #mark webber x you #mark webber x reader #mark webber smut

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leonw4nter · 2 days ago

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trying to come up with something to write for leon and my mind conjured up this beauty... i remember someone from somewhere asking what job would leon do if he wasn't a cop + caught up in the raccoon city incident... and my first thought was him being an ASMRtist 😭 i discarded the idea though coz he would not be tapping on things near a microphone for a living... but boy do i think he'd look great doing that :3 walk with me now :3

so let's say pre-RE2 leon decides to do something on the side to pay for expenses and a friend (rebecca maybe) recommends doing youtube and he's like "eh..." coz number one: he's batshit at games and number two: he doesn't know how to edit and then she brings up asmr-- now this makes him think. he's watched asmr before: stuff to help him sleep, to help him focus while studying, or if he's sick and wants to listen to something soothing. he's got a mic lying around, an impulsive purchase when he was in that one phase of his life where he wanted to do lowkey thirst traps while playing a basic song on his guitar (he only knows how to play his favorite parts in songs). never got around to using it daily or post the thirst traps he made, he didn't like the way his voice sounded.

he considers the idea and tries it out. he makes an alternate google account to start his youtube channel on and makes a name (highly likely its something like [Insert adjectives synonymous to calm]ASMR. since he doesn't want people around campus or people who know him to recognize him online, he decided to film showing only his neck down. he does simple editing like cutting out parts then posts it with some title like "ASMR for guaranteed relaxation". after doing it for quite some time, he's got a following that's not too big but pretty impressive for him and he actually likes it. he gets the courage to show his channel to rebecca with the promise that she keeps it secret and she giggles because the comments are just

"raw, next question."

"he looks like he whimpers"

"i knew you'd check the comments like a good boy"

"you should join a band called 'being my husband'"

and she shows them to leon and he's just SHOCKED. like majority of his audience are women that are thirsting over him and are asking for WHIMPER AUDIOS 😭😭 [me]. he's flustered and flattered over it, surprised that the reception to this experimental little thing is positive then he posts a video celebrating some milestone like 1.5K subscribers and the comments are flooded with "OIL UP AT 2K" or "pls make a video where you call us good girl" and he's just floored with everyone's lack of decorum at his comments section but he's thankful that he's well-supported.

OH AND THE DAY HE DOES THOSE BODY TAPPING ASMR VIDS WILL BE WORLD-ENDING. like he opts to wear a t-shirt instead of his usual sweatshirts or hoodies and the comments are either about wanting to bite his bicep, gooning, or "i told my parents about us" OR "reject me so i can move on already". might even see an edit of him on YT shorts idk...

okie dokie that's it :D 👍i want asmrtist leon kennedy send tweet

pompompurin dividers by animatedglittergraphics-n-more

#oh and yk that rebecca is LAUGHING at those comments and leon's bewildered every time #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy fluff #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 2 remake #leon kennedy x reader #fluff #leon scott kennedy fluff #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy re2 #biohazard

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cherrysurf · 2 days ago

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sole to soul lovers

daichi sawamura x f! reader

“i’ll be watching you every breath you take, every move you make. every bond you break, every step you take. i’ll be watching you”

contains; roommate daichi, fluff, angst, crack, profanity, daichi being such a good roommate, close proximity, friends to lovers, jealousy. word count: 1392

Being a roommate with a rookie cop had its perks i mean, constant surveillance and protection, knowing about the juicy gossip about what went down during the training— just as much as it had its perks it had its cons too like him constantly trying to do background checks on every guy you brought into the apartment, giving him your location because he doesn’t want to see you in a dangerous situation with “someone who can’t even take you to a proper restaurant” his words not yours. Trying to scare you and telling you that the men you pick aren’t going to be good in the long run, “gosh daichi you’re like a helicopter parent you know that” you say with an assumed laugh “i’m serious yn i feel like this guy is a total jerk. i mean last week when he came over the guy didn’t even look presentable” he said rolling his eyes as he sat in the living room couch his laptop in hand looking at you checking yourself out in the mirror. “ugh daichi i don’t know what you expect it’s hard to find decent guys here” you look at him through the mirror giving him a pouty side eye like he’d ever take that seriously. “it’s not that hard” he murmured quietly, “what” you said as you almost caught what he was trying to spit out “nothing yn. enjoy your date text or call me if you need anything” he said sighing trying to hide the disappointment in his tone and body language—

you sit outside of the restaurant after embarrassing yourself to the core when your little date never showed, the host felt bad and politely asked you to leave since you were holding up a table. as you sat there outside finally blocking that stupid man’s number, you contemplated calling daichi to come pick you up or walking back home. Unfortunately you're too sad to walk so you call him begrudgingly because you hate the fact that he’s right. He’s always right when it comes to men. The thought of this frustrates you, and the overwhelming emotions of this whole night brings out the waterworks that have been waiting to abrupt for awhile, you hiccup as you look for daichi’s contact with wet droplets falling down onto your screen. you quickly wipe it off as you begin to let your phone ring “please please please answer me daichi.” you whisper “hello yn? what’s up are you okay.” he said over the phone his voice filled with concern and confusion “come get me please” you said hiccuping through your tears that some reason came out even more after hearing the comfort of daichi’s voice “okay stay put i’ll be there as fast as possible.” he says.

daichi hated seeing you like this over the past year or so you two have been rooming, he doesn’t understand why you don’t listen to him he just wants to help he cares about you, he’s seen you cry, scream, be excited, running around like a chicken with its head off looking for outfits, sleeping, everything under the sun he’s seen and experienced with you. He doesn’t understand why you keep picking these trash men, at first it was annoyance over these guys but as time grew it slowly became jealousy and envy and anger when he saw how badly they messed up. You didn’t go out a lot with guys but when you did it wasn’t the best or was good up until a point. It was the fact that they feel threatened about you living with daichi or them cheating or not wanting anything serious or not wanting to see you past when the sun had set. Daichi knew you were a good person he knew you’d be an amazing girlfriend he saw the way you cared for animals, the way you’d stay up late nights to make sure he got home safely and ate a warm meal before heading to bed, the way you’d brew him his favorite coffee before work, the way you’d go to the specific farmers market just to get those coffee beans, the way you always made his friends feel welcomed, the way you’d have talks with his mother whenever he was on the phone with her. The way your smaller shoes would look next to his shoes on the show rack by the door. He saw all of that and he wanted all of that to mean more, but how could he when you’re caught up in all of this. All he could do was watch you from afar yet in close proximity.

As painful as it was, he'd do it for you. He loved you whether you understood that yet or not as you got in the car trying to wipe away the tears on your face as if your cheeks were already stained with the marks and your eyes bloodshot red. Daichi didn’t ask, he didn't want to, he didn't feel like fighting someone all his anger he already felt was enough, you didn’t want to speak about it either as your head hung low looking at your shoes, a soft “you were right” came out your mouth as you kept looking down. daichi’s heart ached so bad seeing you in this situation, something he’d never think about doing to you, but he couldn’t tell you that. no. not yet. So for now all he did was rub circles in your back for reassurance as he drove the two of you home “it’s okay i’m just glad you called” he said after a minute of silence, which warmed your heart in a way you haven’t felt since the first day you saw him.

It was may. when he had moved into your apartment after you were on the hunt for a new roommate and posting it everywhere, he had the best application out of everyone who applied. He was super sweet and welcoming heck he even brought a welcoming gift into the apartment to show his gratitude he was always respectful and considerate which you admired. He knew he had to earn your trust being a guy and all, and he did it starting off with building your furniture, fixing the appliances around the house, buying things you guys run out of before you even thought to buy it yourself. then started the dinners, you cooking for him when he was tired, him making breakfast when he was up before you, the weekend movie nights, the holiday shopping. You gave him the best roommate of the year award that he still keeps up on a shelf. All those things running through your mind just made you understand how perfect daichi was to you, which brought back all the water works once more as you two arrived back to the apartment.

you sit in the living room with your head in your hands as daichi brings out tea for the two of you as some sort of comfort. “Here, drink this. I'll order take out in a bit.” as he lightly shoved your favorite tea that you get from the store when it’s not sold out in your hands. That’s when you snap, you set the tea down on the table “you’re too good to me daichi why?” you cry out. “I always dismiss you and I never once asked you about your feelings. I'm looking back and I just realized how much you did for me and it must’ve met something? It means something to me now and I feel so blind I'm sorry” you begin to weep more. Daichi finally sees that it all clicked in your head; he feels his heart slightly mending itself. He approaches to sit next to you once again rubbing your back as a way of consoling you “hey listen to me yn it’s okay. I’m glad you're seeing it now but truthfully I would've waited. for as long as it took you ever since the first summer we spent in this apartment i knew.” he said smiling you looking up at him teary eyed falling into his embrace “your a jerk for not telling me sooner ya know” you murmured in his chest, he could feel your smile growing even if your tears were staining his shirt “yeah i guess i am” he says with a smile.

a/n- sigh i love daichi sm.

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yourdailykitsch · 3 days ago

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Taylor Kitsch Was Sleeping on the Subway Before He Was Cast in 'Friday Night Lights'

Taylor Kitsch, 43, is a Canadian actor best known for his roles in "Friday Night Lights," "Savages" and "American Assassin." He stars in the Netflix Western miniseries "American Primeval," which starts Jan. 9.

Beginning in the fourth grade, I loved talking in front of my grade-school classes. We had public-speaking contests, and I'd get up and tell improvised fictional stories.

Some kids spoke about penguins or polar bears, but I made up funny stories about nightmares. Classes often voted for me as their favorite, sending me on to compete on the assembly stage. If the audience there voted for me, too, off I'd go to compete against other schools.

I was a class clown, always trying to make people laugh. While I had zero interest in drama in school, public speaking planted a seed for acting years later.

My family first lived in Kelowna, British Columbia, but I don't remember much about it. My parents divorced when I was 1. My father, Drew, had been a race-car driver and then worked in Guyana diamond mines before going into construction.

Following my parents' separation, my two older brothers - Brody and Daman - and I lived with my mother, Sue. When I was 5, we moved to Anmore, a rural area north of Vancouver. My mom held a few jobs to pay the bills.

Three years later, my mother had a serious boyfriend, Peter, who was older than her. We moved into a double-wide, ugly blue mobile home with four bedrooms in a trailer park.

The surrounding area was forested, so I often played in the woods with my best friend, Paddy. All those trees and quiet provided me with a sense of calm and wonderment. The woods were an adventure and an escape.

Peter was a gentle soul and taught me to play soccer. When I was 12, he and my mom split up. I was a mess, angry, and not totally understanding. I was emotional when Peter and I had to say goodbye.

I insisted my mom drive me a half-hour to his house so I could spend weekends there. This continued for several months until I was told he'd died.

Peter was a big guy and incredibly athletic. He never yelled, and he taught me it was acceptable for guys to express their feelings. That was a huge help. As a kid, I was so freaking insecure. I didn't know where to put my energy when I felt things.

In high school, I was good in subjects I liked - English and history. The rest was a mystery. At the University of Lethbridge in Albert, someone told me to major in finance. I took a semester of macroeconomics, which was ridiculous for me.

After a year, I left. I was lost. I'd hoped hockey would be my ticket, but an injury at age 20 ended that dream.

Then my mom tricked me into meeting a modeling agent in Vancouver. He sent my pictures to IMG Models in New York. They signed me, and I moved there in 2002. While acting wasn't part of my grand plan, it seemed like a logical offshoot.

I took classes, but I was super cocky at first, which angered my acting coach, Sheila Gray. She kicked me out of class, and said, "Come back when you're ready to listen and study." That was the nudge I needed.

I returned to Sheila a few weeks later and dug in. My passion for acting grew as I uncovered my love of a challenge, leading to self-discovery and belonging. That's when I realized acting was more than just a craft. It was a career.

Most helpful were sheila's classes on improv and scene study. Chris Forberg, my friend and modeling agent who knew I was studying, saw that I'd stuck with it and thought I would make a better actor than model. He offered to introduce me to a few acting managers, and that's how I found Stephanie Simon, who is still my manager.

Though Sheila let me take classes for free, I didn't have a visa so I couldn't work. I lived on friends' couches, slept on the subway and coached clients on nutrition for cash.

Eventually, I went to Barbados and worked construction with my dad for nearly two months before returning to Vancouver. I bought a small car and drove to Los Angeles but had to live in the car. I soon returned to Vancouver again.

In 2005 I auditioned on tape for the TV series "Friday Night Lights" and was cast. The studio got me a visa to work in Austin, Texas, where the series was shot. That was my big break.

Today, I live in a wood-and-steel contemporary house in Bozeman, Mont. I also have a 22-acre property outside of town on top of a mountain that I'm developing into a foundation and a drug-and-alcohol healing retreat for veterans and kids.

Three months ago, one of my brothers was on Facebook and came across a photo of Peter at his 93rd birthday. I was shocked. Just before Christmas, we paid him a surprise visit and stayed for two hours. He was grateful. I left him a card thanking him for his influence on me. And for teaching me about kindness.

Taylor's Hike

"American Primeval"? I play a weathered loner who helps a woman and her son fleeing their past cross the violent West in 1857.

Your dad and mom? He passed last year. My mom lives outside of Vancouver.

Fireplace? It's a long, contemporary, black steel gas model. I turn it on every morning when I have my coffee.

Home splurge? I recently bought a nice Breville Barista coffee machine.

Bozeman too chill? If you're bored up here, it's your fault. I just went on a 7-mile waterfall hike. It helped clear my head after a long stretch on set.

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Follow up to The Room because SOMEONE said the first part was as fluffy as I get. On a completely unrelated note happy new years to everyone and in particular to @qvert you should go admire her art.

“I think you shouldn’t be here tonight,” Caitlyn says and Vi’s guilt roars up.

She knows she’s fucked up in a lot of ways. It’s only been a few days of sleeping in Caitlyn’s bedroom but she thought maybe things were getting better. Or heading in the right direction. Caitlyn’s letting her sort through the boring paperwork shit and starting to get her hands around how much fucking work running this house is. Vi’s known it takes a lot to run a house, she’s known since she was a kid helping her mom and definitely when her parents died. Vander was their rock but rocks didn’t make soup. One of her favorite stories in the book was of a woman who said she made stone soup. But her mother explained that it wasn’t the stone. It was the things people brought to add to the stone soup. For a long time there were no other people so Vi had brought everything she could find for her own soup. She kept them fed for years until it just sort of became her job. But there’s a serious difference between keeping people from starving and running what seems like a small village.

It’s intimidating but it doesn’t stop her.

Not when she looks over and sees her stuff on the empty shelves. Not when Caitlyn nuzzles into her chest and her warm weight reminds Vi how to sleep. Except once again she’s behind on something because Caitlyn is politely rejecting her. It’s not a gun to the gut or a yell or a quiet apology about why they can’t fight together. But it still stings. Even if Vi gets it. She’s a fuck up. Caitlyn gave her a chance and she blew it. She doesn’t expect Caitlyn to kick her out, but she wonders if maybe Ekko would let her crash while she figures out her next move. Even if she doesn’t belong in this place, she doesn’t want to go back to that shoebox shithole and drink herself to death. Not anymore. Not when she’s the only one left who remembers so many. She doesn’t trust her voice so she just nods and gets over to the nightstand to pick up her book. She really hopes Caitlyn will let her keep it. Then she immediately chastises herself because of course she will. Caitlyn has done so much for her. She can answer her in a steady voice at least.

“Yeah, okay,” she says, “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“No, Vi,” Caitlyn makes a noise of frustration and Vi wonders how she even managed to fuck this up. But then Caitlyn is in front of her. Her hands only hesitate a moment before settling on Vi’s shoulders, “it’s New Years eve,” she says and Vi turns with the pressure of her hands towards the spectacular balcony.

Everything clicks.

The city is spread out dazzlingly before them. Piltover sloping down to Zaun. Vi loves it because it’s the same view she used to take in on the rooftops, just from a different angle. Before she looked up at Piltover and dared it to judge her. But even back then, if she didn’t fight it she could wonder at the high buildings and endless food. And if she was really in a mood, she could let the longing wash over her. Now she doesn’t fight it. Not the longing, not the wonder. She lets them both wash over her as she sits on the balcony while Caitlyn brushes her teeth. But even she knows the Zaun she longs for doesn’t exist down there. Not really. Not anymore. She can barely step foot in it without tearing up at the memories. She has to run all the way down there to be exhausted enough to make it more than a few blocks. And she needs the entire walk back to keep herself from shaking. Sometimes she can barely meet Caitlyn’s eye when she comes back.

But she used to spend every New Years on the rooftops watching the fireworks.

It was the great equalizer, in a way. They were loud for her, they were loud for Piltover. Anyone that looked up could marvel at the starbursts of color that lit up the sky. She knew the Pilties weren’t sharing the beauty of them, but that didn’t matter. The starbursts of color were for everyone. She used to wrap a scarf around Powder’s ears to help muffle the noise but a few years in she took it off to marvel at them. To promise one day she would make the sky starburst like that. Vi would think of the promise when she could hear the dull echo in Stillwater. One year she convinced herself that maybe Powder was out there making fireworks and living an honest life. She was so fucking stupid. Now when she thinks of hearing an explosion it’s chased by another one of her promises. And now it ends in screaming. The thought makes her want to be sick.

“Shit,” she says quietly as Caitlyn fits herself behind her and rests their temples together, “how bad?”

“Very,” Caitlyn says, an apologetic note in her voice like this is somehow her fault, “I thought the bunker might be best,” she says, “just to be safe.”

Vi hesitates because it sounds wonderful and like a lot of trouble. But Caitlyn seems to understand her hesitation and gives her arms a squeeze.

“It should be set up.”

“Okay,” Vi says, “thanks,” she swallows against the embarrassment and gratitude that churns in her gut, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Vi,” Caitlyn sighs and suddenly her chin is on Vi’s shoulder. Usually when they touch like this, one of them is asleep. It feels strange to do it in the middle of the bedroom that isn’t exactly theirs. Strange and kind of amazing, if Vi’s being honest, “I’m coming with you,” Caitlyn says.

Everything in her relaxes against Caitlyn. The arms on her shoulders hesitate only a moment before sliding down to wrap around hers. Caitlyn holds her warmly and firmly and it feels so impossibly nice it makes Vi’s head spin. Until Caitlyn makes a soft sound that might be a laugh and suddenly Vi is desperately alert to hear it again. She’s utterly unwilling to move from the embrace but manages to get her head tilted enough to give Caitlyn a questioning look. Caitlyn smiles. Vi can feel her smile against her neck. She feels her heart begin to pick up tempo and desperately fights against it. She doesn’t want to give Caitlyn any reason to change her mind about locking herself in a bunker to hide from fireworks with her.

“I meant to make that a question,” Caitlyn says.

“Answer’s yes,” Vi replies and wishes her voice didn’t sound quite like that.

Caitlyn nods and almost turns her head towards Vi’s neck. Everything in Vi waits for it, yearns for it, but then Caitlyn turns her head away and just adjusts her chin against her shoulder. Her fingers give Vi’s forearms a squeeze and then she steps back quickly with a tight smile Vi doesn’t like at all. She likes the warmth in Caitlyn’s cheeks and the way she presses her lips together before her features go back to the calm mask Vi is beginning to properly recognize. It’s been breaking more in the past few days. Vi hates that it usually means tears, but she’ll wipe all of them away if it helps Caitlyn. And it does seem to help. There’s tears but there’s also faint, honest smiles. There’s tears but there’s soft snores. There’s tears but Caitlyn also haltingly explains how her parents used the room and how she went for years refusing to sit on the bed after she learned what sex was. How even though she has changed the sheets and turned the mattress, the bed still feels like theirs.

Vi almost carried her back to her old room right then and there.

But she knows that’s not an option. Not really. The Kiramman’s have a bunch of stupid rules. Vi thought some of Vander’s were insane but these were on a whole different level. Sure she wants to tell Caitlyn they’re stupid and if the whole house is hers, why does it matter which room she sleeps in? But she can see people watching her to see how she’s going to handle the stupid rules. She’s come to learn most of the staff is actually on her side pretty ardently. Especially the ones from Zaun. They help her figure out shit that makes no sense like the array of silverware at every meal and the difference in glassware. When she tries she sees the staff who is against her softening. That’s how she gets access to the kitchen and then, even the ones who are blatantly against her start to relax. Because Vi could make a good soup when she had nothing, now she makes a great one. Now she gets invited to break time card games and learns about the inner workings of Piltover’s elite families.

So she knows Caitlyn cannot go back to the heir’s room because she is not the heir anymore.

Vi didn’t know what to make of the implication of it being her room.

Not at first.

At first it was just the room Caitlyn had put her in after getting sliced. And sure Vi had felt something at it being Caitlyn’s room. But then she had begun to see signs that Caitlyn hadn’t been anywhere near the room for a good while. Before she chalked it up to them being busy, sometimes Caitlyn even wound up sleeping at the Enforcer barracks. But at some point Vi realized Caitlyn avoided the room to a large extent. Then she realized you couldn’t pay Caitlyn to go into the bathroom. She sliced her finger on something and Vi had tried to get her in there so she wouldn’t bleed on her priceless rug and Caitlyn had—to put it mildly—freaked the fuck out. So Vi had figured it was an empty room. Then when the battle happened, it had been easy to crawl back to the empty room she could navigate to. Between her busted shoulder, broken arm and gaping hole where her heart used to be, she would have gone anywhere. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the room’s proximity to the main suite where Caitlyn was.

It was fucking hard to be in that room.

It was hard because it was grand and Vi could barely bring herself to brush her hair some days. It was hard because it was empty and if they never met, maybe it wouldn’t be. But most of all it was hard because Caitlyn was in so much pain. Her eye was the most jarring at first glance, but somehow it was the easiest one to deal with. Nothing could be done. But the bones. Gods. Cheekbone, jaw, ribs, hipbone--each was more painful than the last. The one time Caitlyn cried was when she caught a glimpse of herself in a water glass and the distorted, alien reflection tipped her over the edge. To the point where the doctors had to sedate her. Even Tobias who was more ghost than man most days took pity on Vi and showed her the rows of endless portraits. Teal eyes stared back at her. Teal eyes set above sharp cheekbones and expressive, full lips. Caitlyn’s old portrait fit in perfectly in the next row over from her mothers and Vi realized the gut wrenching reaction. It was because Caitlyn no longer looked like her mom.

She avoided the room after that.

Until Caitlyn invited her to sneak people in to her window and Vi realized Caitlyn thought she was avoiding her.

“Should we?” Vi jerks her head to the door, “unless you’ve got something to finish.”

Caitlyn smiles and picks up the papers she’s sorting through.

“I can do this downstairs,” she says.

It’s strange to be in the elevator again. They’ve had access to the bunker the entire time, but it’s not like there’s been a reason to go down here. There’s no war to plan. No battle to prepare for. No sister to feed. The doors open onto the familiar array of cells. Vi’s gaze draws to the one that she’s pretty sure she’ll think of with her dying breath. That moment where everything shifted. When something in Vi finally realized that she had spent her life making sure everyone was fed but forgot to feed herself. As Jinx had gotten older she had started to try to change that, tried to always make sure Vi had something. But Vi would always make sure it went to her instead. She had been hungry for so long, she forgot what hunger felt like. Until Caitlyn stood in font of her, until she smiled and offered to sit with her and suddenly Vi was ravenous. But now when she glances at Caitlyn her eyes are trained ahead. Resolutely avoiding the cell and Vi has to remind herself that Caitlyn wanted to be down here with her. And that was worth everything, including swallowing down the question pressed to her tongue.

What are we?

That was the thing. She was tucked in that room designated for someone about to step into a role in the family. She was learning about numbers so long they made her head spin. Caitlyn sometimes left her books about Kiramman family history. Tobias had moved the family portrait to a designated spot near the wall of Cassandra’s life and a final one was being commissioned. But the hook in the parlor never came down. It glinted annoyingly in the light during every single one of the times Vi trudged through it every day. Again, her eyes lingered and Caitlyn refused to look at the wall. But the hook still glinted. It still taunted that it was waiting for a painting of a family. Vi flipped it off once a day. It wasn’t easy to not be a part of a family and be living with them. To hear the gossip of what was Caitlyn going to do now that she was the only Kiramman. It took everything for VI not to tell Agnes to pass along the message Caitlyn wasn’t alone and anyone who said as much could choke on whatever seasonal produce they were hunting for.

Vi smacks into Caitlyn’s back.

“Sorry,” she says and frowns at Caitlyn’s ramrod straight back, “what’s wrong?”

Caitlyn spins around, her face red and lips pursed. Vi’s frown deepens when she tries to move past her and Caitlyn all but throws herself in front of her. Vi raises her eyebrows and Caitlyn squeezes her eye shut so tightly even the empty lid puckers. She balls her hands into fists and takes a deep breath. Even though curiosity is burning at her, Vi tries to focus on what she is doing. She wants Vi to not see what’s on the other side of the doorway. Vi hasn’t exactly been great at listening so she tries to focus on that as Caitlyn collects herself. Finally Caitlyn opens her eye and tugs her shirt like it isn’t perfect. Now Vi is really intrigued because Caitlyn only does that when she’s truly embarrassed and nervous. But Vi has no idea what could be making her feel that way.

“Did they forget something?” She says, “we still have time before the fireworks.”

“No,” Caitlyn says through gritted teeth. Vi feels the start of concern and it must show because Caitlyn’s face softens, “it was supposed to be us and Ekko,” she says.

Vi’s heart jumps in excitement.

“Ekko’s here?” She asks and forgets to listen as she sidesteps Caitlyn.

There’s a frustrated noise behind her as Vi takes in the room.

If Ekko’s supposed to be here, she has no idea where he’s going to sit. There’s a table lit by the fancy candles, but it’s only set for two. The record player is in the corner along with a longer table with a few dishes on it. There’s a little blue flame beneath that Vi knows they use to keep things warm. In the other corner is a bed made with fresh linens and one of the best throw blankets. Someone has put a tapestry on the wall and tacked a sheet up so the bed is cocooned in fabric. When she looks down, Vi realizes there’s throw rugs everywhere. And when she looks farther up, she realizes the room has been strung with flowers and the occasional leaf from Ekko’s tree. It looks really nice. She looks around again and expects Ekko to jump out from somewhere, but he knows she hates surprises like that. Especially with the prospect of fireworks.

“He’s not here,” she says, thinking of how he might handle this night. Then she sees his handwriting on an envelope on one of the plates, “shit is this a scavenger hunt?” She wonders. Ekko has all kinds of techniques for helping people, but the idea of that tonight makes her skin crawl.

She’d rather be down here with Caitlyn.

Thumbing open the thick envelope, she’s surprised when she opens it to find a flower tacked to the inside and no additional papers.

Vi,

Got my own plans tonight, didn’t tell your girl.

Ask her to join you.

Good luck.

The flower is for Caitlyn.

This is all for Caitlyn. Her throat works as she looks up at Caitlyn. Caitlyn has turned away and has her hand covering her face. Vi can hear her quietly muttering to herself. That’s a new thing she’s taken to doing, one that makes Vi’s skin crawl because she knows it’s her fault. If she was here, Caitlyn wouldn’t have to mutter to herself. She could talk to her. Vi shoves the guilt away. It’s easier down here, somehow. Maybe because of what happened one impossibly thick wall to her side. That was a leap of faith and the world—well the world did fall apart. But she has Caitlyn so it didn’t fall apart as much as it could have. She takes the flower off it’s pinning and adds another thing she’s going to yell at Ekko for. It may be shades of white, purple and periwinkle but Vi knows it’s a violet. She walks over as Caitlyn shakes her head and stiffens at the sound of her footsteps.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, “I did not tell anyone to do this,” she continues and smooths out her face, lowering her hand but keeping her eyes closed for a moment longer, “I didn’t mean to make this uncomfortable for you—“

“It’s not,” Vi says and Caitlyn’s eye flies open. It widens as she stares at the flower Vi has in front of her face. There’s a whole lot of shit Vi wants to say but Ekko’s given her solid advice, “want to join me?”

Caitlyn stares at her, her eye going from the flower to VI and back again. The color drains from her face and a then spectacularly comes back as her fingers reach for the flower with a shyness Vi can’t remember ever seeing. Emboldened by her reaction, Vi slips the flower behind her ear. Caitlyn’s fingers hover in the air before they fall back to her side. Then one of her hands comes up. In a quick, elegant motion she sweeps her midnight hair behind her ear and secures it with the flower. They both stare at each other for an impossibly long moment as Vi tries to get her mouth to be less dry. When Caitlyn lowers her hand, Vi’s moves and catches it. Caitlyn swallows tightly and then her fingers curl over Vi’s palm. Caitlyn’s good at navigating the world with her new vision, but Vi puts herself on that side as they make their way to the table. If nothing else, it gives them an excuse to hold hands for a bit longer. Though Vi finds she’s less inclined for excuses at the moment. She kind of just wants to hold Caitlyn’s hand.

“Here,” she says handing Caitlyn the card so she can grab their plates, “Ekko played you.”

“What?” Caitlyn looks at the card as Vi flips open the serving trays.

There’s a jumble of Caitlyn’s favorite foods and, much to her shock, her own favorites. Ekko must have gone to a dozen of their favorite street vendors so she can have something she likes. Something she likes and something she can share. Because there’s two portions of everything, right down to the two paper cups of sauces. Vi fights against the grateful burning in her eyes. She hasn’t walked with Ekko in days but she went over her plan for breakfast in detail. Her hopes for it so Caitlyn would maybe not hate Vander’s pancake recipe. She hadn’t had a chance to tell him it was a success. But his faith in it is laid out in front of her in paper cones and her usual from Jericho. She loads the plates and includes the stuff Caitlyn likes as well, though it makes them look comically full. Caitlyn watches as she brings them back and sets one in front of her.

The blushing embarrassed Caitlyn falls away as she recoils at the sight of Jericho’s fish and before she can stop herself, Vi erupts into laughter.

“Sorry,” she says quickly, “the other stuff is good, but I promise it’s not as bad as you think.”

“What is it?” Caitlyn questions slowly.

“Good,” Vi says, “come on, it can’t be worse than a snail.”

Caitlyn purses her lips.

“Escargot is a delicacy. One day—“

Vi realizes she hasn’t seen the other side of the plate and rotates her own, picking up one of the snails. Caitlyn’s eye widens. Vi makes an educated guess the weird tiny fork is for this and gets it free. It smells like butter so it can’t be that bad. She pops it into her mouth. It’s definitely got enough butter in it not to be bad. But it could taste like crap and it would still be worth it for the surprise painted on Caitlyn’s face.

“Not bad,” she says.

Caitlyn swallows and shifts her weight. She looks down at the blue. Vi is just about to absolve her when she lifts it between her fingers and bites in. She keeps their eyes locked together and Vi tries not to be distracted by the sauce that catches in the corner of Caitlyn’s lips. Her features draw together before she actually looks surprised and not completely disgusted. Not disgusted enough to glance down and take another bite. It sends something warm and stupid through Vis chest.

“It’s surprisingly not awful,” Caitlyn says, so surprised she forgets her manners. Which makes the biggest grin stretch across Vi’s face.

“Yeah it’s okay,” she says, “but you’ll like these better.”

The fried balls actually make Caitlyn eat quicker. Quick enough that Vi scoots her own portion to the side for later. It feels like breakfast but better as they try each other’s favorite foods and swap stories that go with them. It delights Vi to no end how Caitlyn’s pallet echoes her own. Fish and citrus and spices. How they get to the flavor is different, but they arrive at a similar place all the same. Vi feels almost shy as she hands over the paper cup but Caitlyn’s delight makes it worth it.

“No, I couldn’t,” Caitlyn protests.

“Take ‘em,” Vi says, “because I’m gonna ask for something in return.”

“What?” Caitlyn asks, her eyes narrowing.

The cup betrays her with the slightest tremble that makes Caitlyn look a little concerned. Concerned enough that she takes it from Vi’s hand before she can completely humiliate herself. But she’s been brave in this place before and this dinner’s been really nice so Vi squares her shoulders.

“A dance,” she says and Caitlyn’s eyes widen, “dance with me—shit—“ Vi stops herself before she can shove her foot even more in her mouth, “I’ll trade you those for a dance.”

Caitlyn looks at her and Vi wonders if she’s going to run. But then she picks one up between her fingers and places it between her lips. They’ve had sex, Vi reminds herself. She’s literally had Caitlyn’s other lips inside her mouth. But the sight of her accepting the offer is short circuiting her brain. Even more when Caitlyn tilts her head towards the record player. Vi scrambles to her feet so fast it’s a miracle she doesn’t upend the chair. Sure she wants to dance with Caitlyn, she’s down for anything that gets her to have her arms around her. But she’s also got a head full of half hazed liquored up memories where she danced with some ghost of Caitlyn. And sometimes they haunt her dreams. It’s selfish but Vi wants to know what it feels like to dance with this Caitlyn. Not the nightmare who chases her every time she tries to work up the courage to clear out her shithole apartment by the pits.

Her fingers are actually shaking as she finds the record she half recognizes and puts it on. But then Caitlyn slides a hand across her shoulder and turns her around and suddenly they are swaying to the music. If Caitlyn can see the nerves on her face, she doesn’t comment. She just loops her wrists behind Vi’s neck. The softness doesn’t fade past the first few heartbeats. It doesn’t turn. It’s just Caitlyn smiling and swaying with her. Some part of her that has been clenched tight since, well, probably since she stopped drinking herself to death, finally sighs open. Relaxes. Lets her move her hands so they are fully around Caitlyn’s waist. She means to pull her closer but Caitlyn has already stepped closer so they are practically on top of each other’s toes.

“This has been lovely,” Caitlyn says.

“Yeah?” Vi tries to give some kind of confidence but finds it impossible, “you seemed kind of embarrassed earlier.”

“Only at myself,” Caitlyn admits. Vi gives her a questioning look at Caitlyn blushes again, “I’ve moved you into this house without asking and now I moved you into my bedroom,” she says, looking down. Her eye meets Vi’s and her voice is a near whisper, “I never want you to feel pressured into something again,” she says, “not by me.”

Another something relaxes. Caitlyn looks down and Vi pulls her closer before she can step away. She touches her chin and it still takes a moment for Caitlyn to meet her gaze.

“Hey,” Vi says, “you aren’t pressuring me,” she swallows against the embarrassing tightness in her throat, “but it means a lot—“ she swallows, “hearing that from you.”

Caitlyn nods and the slight pressure on Vi’s hands relaxes as she leans against her. Vi doesn’t understand how she was fooled for a second by the sneering ghost. She scoots one hand up Caitlyn’s back, surprised when there’s a stuttered breath against her neck. Caitlyn leans into her embrace and Vi feels wet against her throat as Caitlyn’s fingers tighten in her shirt. But the own burning in her eyes is what catches her the most off guard. It’s just a few words and Caitlyn has done so much to prove herself. So much more than Vi ever thought was necessary. Vi knows she played her own part in what happened. But Caitlyn doesn’t make her acknowledge that. She doesn’t apologize and make Vi tell her not to. She just hits the root of the pain like she’s taking the perfect shot. And because it’s her Caitlyn shooting, of course it hits. Of course it blows apart the festering knot before it can spread.

“You ever think we’d be here when you saved my life?” Vi asks.

“You mean with the Shimmer?” Caitlyn asks. Vi smiles and curls her fingers in Caitlyn’s shirt. Caitlyn misinterprets her silence, “or with Stillwater?“

“Or at the commune,” Vi says, “or any of the other dozens of times you saved my life?” Caitlyn pulls back just enough to give her a puzzled look, “Cait, you’re not pressuring me into anything,” Vi says firmly, “I kissed you down here because I wanted to,” Caitlyn nods but the look on her face isn’t what Vi wants to see, “I’m here because I want to be with you.”

“I know,” Caitlyn says and winces, “I mean—“

“Do you want to be with me too?” Vi asks, figuring if one of them can just come out and say shit they both should be able to. Caitlyn swallows, “shit,” Vi breathes, “now I’m the one pressuring—“

Caitlyn shoves their mouths together before she can finish the sentence and every thought in Vi’s head is wiped blissfully blank. All she can do is sigh into the kiss as Caitlyn answers in an unnervingly efficient way. Vi loves her taste, but for the first time there’s familiarity on he tongue. This time Vi’s heart doesn’t jump, Caitlyn’s doesn’t either. She can feel it from where they are pressed together so tightly. There’s new scars on both of them, but to Vi it just brings a new level of familiarity to Caitlyn. But even without it, the kiss would feel familiar. And now it feels even better with the knowledge they both want this. Not out of desperation, not out of pain, just the simple want Vi thought she lost during that fall. The familiarity of Caitlyn’s taste tangles with the flavors of what they hav just eaten.

For the first time, Caitlyn truly tastes like home.

She pulls back and rests their foreheads together. For the first time since that battlefield, she truly seems calm. Even with tears drying on her cheek and kiss swollen lips. Her eye opens and looks at Vi before she closes it and presses her forehead tighter to hers.

“Can we please get rid of my parents bed?” She says, frustration and pleading heavy in her voice.

Vi can’t remember the last time she asked for something so clearly and nods as emphatically as she dares with their foreheads pressed together.

“Bed’s gotta go,” she says roughly and Caitlyn nods again, “I’ll get us a new one.”

“Please,” Caitlyn says though it doesn’t sound like a request. It makes Vi smile.

“We’ll move your old one in there in the meantime,” she says.

Caitlyn’s throat bobs but she nods. Vi knows what she’s declaring. But Caitlyn is warm in her arms and she doesn’t give a shit about having her own space. And if she does, Gods know that room is big enough.

“If you’re certain—“

“I am,” Vi says.

Caitlyn moves her head to Vi’s shoulder and this time, her lips brush purposefully against Vi’s pulse. A shiver works down Vi’s spine as the question of whether Caitlyn is certain as well gets answered. Vi wonders if she can convince Caitlyn to answer all her questions by kissing her neck. Figuring that’s a question for another time, she opens her eyes enough to find the fabric cocooned bed and steer them towards it. Caitlyn pushes her back and seats herself in her lap and Vi discovers she has a new memory to think of when she dies one day. The light is pink through the fabric and makes Caitlyn’s hair a deep shade of violet than the flower behind her ear. Her fingers skirt up Vi’s jaw and frame her face, thumb brushing her freckles and cheekbones as she smiles at her. She reaches up and takes the flower behind her ear and slips it behind Vi’s own. Vi’s throat works as she brushes feather light kisses to her tattoo and freckles and then the corner of her mouth.

“Beautiful, my Violet,” she whispers and the words undo something as Vi turns her face to capture her lips.

They came down here to hide from explosions but Vi thinks that might be a moot point as Caitlyn rocks their hips together and Vi feels something building inside her.

But going into the year as Caitlyn’s Violet sounds like a pretty great way to start.

#caitlyn kiramman #vi #caitvi #piltover's finest #arcane #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn x vi

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✨ * ― 𝙀𝙓𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔 / 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎 𝙏𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 !

The Character Development Template is a comprehensive tool for creating detailed and well-rounded character profiles, ideal for writers, roleplayers, or anyone exploring character creation. It covers essential details like identity, personality traits, relationships, and background while diving deeper into habits, quirks, and beliefs. Additional sections include alternate universes, scenario-based questions, and a variety of fun, introspective prompts to uncover hidden aspects of your character. The template also provides space to list inspirations from media, historical figures, and quotes, making it a versatile resource for building dynamic, multidimensional characters.

I. BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name:

Nickname(s):

Pronunciation:

Reason/Meaning of Name:

Preferred Name(s):

Titles:

Date of Birth: (Month, Year)

Place of Birth:

Age: (e.g., 20s, 30s)

Zodiac Sign:

Gender Identity:

Pronouns:

Sexual Orientation:

Romantic Orientation:

Species:

Ethnicity:

Nationality:

Living Arrangements:

Occupation:

Primary Source of Income:

Secondary Source of Income:

Education Level:

Religion:

Political Affiliation:

Social Class:

Dialogue Style:

II. PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:

Neutral Traits:

Negative Traits:

Primary Vice:

Primary Virtue:

Greatest Fear:

Greatest Desire:

Motivations:

Core Values:

Sense of Humor:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Quirks:

Pet Peeves:

Life Philosophy:

Jung Type:

MBTI Personality:

Enneagram Type:

Temperament:

Moral Alignment:

Hogwarts House:

III. RELATIONSHIPS

Mother:

Father:

Siblings:

Children:

Significant Other(s):

Best Friend(s):

Rival(s):

Enemies:

Pets:

Other Important Relationships:

IV. BACKGROUND

CHILDHOOD

Place of Birth:

Hometown:

Socioeconomic Status:

Parents' Occupations:

Type of Childhood:

TEENAGE YEARS

Key Relationships:

Education Level:

Significant Events:

ADULTHOOD

Current Residence:

Notable Life Events:

V. HABITS & QUIRKS

Daily Routine:

Nervous Tics:

Unhealthy Habits:

Peculiarities:

VI. ALTERNATE VERSES/THEMES

Verse 1 (Description):

Verse 2 (Description):

Verse 3 (Description):

VII. ADDITIONAL CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

PERSONAL INSIGHTS

What would they say is their biggest flaw?

What is actually their biggest flaw?

What is their biggest blind spot?

What is their guilty pleasure?

How do they act out when stressed?

What makes them envious?

What is one thing they wouldn’t want someone to know about them?

What is their biggest nightmare?

What was their worst subject in school?

What makes them feel insecure?

What are two things that make them uncomfortable in conversation?

SCENARIO QUESTIONS

What would they do if they knew they couldn’t fail?

Name three things they are grateful for.

When was the last time they did something for the first time?

What is something they wish they could redo from the past?

Describe a memory that makes them feel proud.

What’s in their bag/pockets?

Are they proud of who they are? Name an achievement they value.

What do they notice first about someone?

Do they value creativity or practicality more?

Describe a time they did something despite being scared.

What is their favorite gift they’ve received?

How old do they feel on the inside, and why?

Do they feel they’ve missed opportunities they regret? Describe one.

VIII. BELIEFS & OPINIONS

What is their idea of perfect happiness?

What is their greatest fear?

Which trait do they most deplore in themselves?

Which trait do they most deplore in others?

Which living person do they most admire?

What is their greatest extravagance?

What is their current state of mind?

What do they consider the most overrated virtue?

On what occasion do they lie?

Which living person do they most despise?

When and where were they happiest?

Which talent would they most like to have?

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

What do they consider their greatest achievement?

Where would they most like to live?

What is their most treasured possession?

What do they regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Who is their hero of fiction?

Who are their heroes in real life?

What do they most value in their friends?

What is their motto?

IX. MISCELLANEOUS QUESTIONS

What is their favorite word?

What is their least favorite word?

What sound or noise do they love?

What sound or noise do they hate?

What is their favorite curse word?

If they were reincarnated as a plant or animal, what would it be?

If Heaven exists, what would they like to hear God say when they arrive?

What profession would they most like to attempt?

What profession would they not like to do?

X. INSPIRATION

TV Character(s):

Movie Character(s):

Book Character(s):

Song(s):

Historical Figures:

Quotes/Poetry:

Other Media Inspirations:

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♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀A DEEP DIVE INTO THE MEMBERS OF VELVETINE.

content warnings. mentions of religion ( catholicism ), death of a parent, child neglect, allusions to child exploitation. let me know if i missed anything!

MOVIE STAR ﹙ . . . ﹚ LIZZY MCALPINE , ✿⠀⠀" i'm special, he sees me / he chose me out of everyone / i feel like a movie star in the leading roll / famous to someone. "

♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀LEE MINSEO was born to be great. She is the first born of her families latest generation, who were all given names with Min ( 민 ) as their shared character and using the hanja 旼, a promise that all the members would be gentle and affable. However, Minseo is none of those things. As the years progressed, she was given everything at her request, creating a selfish and demanding child that was never satisfied with what she had. Her favorite is to ruin any chance that her younger sister, MINSEUL, gets, including becoming an idol. Minseo was never interested in the idol industry until her sister was, wanting to prove that she would always be the favored sister. Minseo joins Superbloom Media in late 2020, just as they were getting started with the GIBSON GIRL PROJECT, where everyone got to see just how mediocre Minseo is. Despite all of her attempts to earn a name for her own talents, Minseo is more famous for her many, many dating scandals with male idols including Moth Signals' Junyeong ( @smokends ), Deep Dive's Finn (@bluwavez ), Arm Candy's Zion ( @hearthr0b ), LOOPiN's Haegon ( @toointoo ), Carval's Sage ( @misfitcpia ), and Ginger Rabbit's JC ( @saenbit ). When it comes to Minseo, it falls into two black and white camps—you either love her or hate her, and most people tend to hate her scandals and her bad attitude.

STAGENAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀JOVIE / 조비.

BIRTHNAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀LEE MINSEO / 이민서.

BIRTHYEAR , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀MAY 22, 2000.

BIRTHPLACE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA.

COMPANY , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SUPERBLOOM MEDIA.

POSITION , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀VOCALIST, VISUAL.

FACECLAIM , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀KIM MINJEONG.

BLOODHAIL ﹙ . . . ﹚ HAVE A NICE LIFE , ✿⠀⠀" can’t you see it’s all flown out of my hands? / and our clothes are all too often ripped / and our teeth are all too often gnashed / and it lasts as long as it possibly can. "

♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀YOON SEORA was born in a COMMUNE near Sehwa Beach on Jeju Island, though she often spent summers in the different major cities of South Korea on missions from a young age. Legally, the commune is known as In Vino Veritas—meaning in wine, there is truth—but is often shortened to INVINO colloquially. She moved to Seoul in 2018 to pursue her dreams of being an idol singer and following in the footsteps of Girls' Generation and Red Velvet, landing her at SM ENTERTAINMENT for two years. She would be kicked out of the company in 2020 for unknown reasons, but taken in by Superbloom Media very quickly after and the concept of Velvetine was almost built around her preferences. During GIBSON GIRLS, she would constantly be fighting against ODESSA to earn her place as the main vocalist of the group and her fluid dance moves would earn her the title of CENTER. Seora has a spotless record, though many report having weird interactions with the girl during fan calls and award shows. She was given the role of LEADER by Superbloom Media because all the girls seemed to look to Seora for guidance on every little action, whether it's choosing dinner or how they should sing their parts, she is always there to watch over them.

STAGENAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀COELLA / 조비.

BIRTHNAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀YOON SEORA / 이민서.

BIRTHYEAR , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀JANUARY 17, 2001.

BIRTHPLACE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀JEJU ISLAND, SOUTH KOREA.

COMPANY , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SUPERBLOOM MEDIA.

POSITION , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀LEADER, MAIN VOCALIST, CENTER.

FACECLAIM , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀JEON HEEJIN.

BEGGING FOR RAIN ﹙ . . . ﹚ MAGGIE ROGERS , ✿⠀⠀" i try my best to not be bitter / give my rage a babysitter / stop waiting for the adults to come home / it’s a firework and you can’t stop it. "

♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀AMORET YAWSON was supposed to inherit her family’s travel empire. She was promised the company and much more from a young age by her father, however, when he died in 2015 and left the business in the hands of her older step-brother, AMORET moved in with her MATERNAL GRANDPARENTS in Brussels, Belgium. The move was hard on the girl as she went from living lavishly to having to help support them and their failing restaurant in the city. Her mother had been born into the poor family but due to her intelligence and beauty, made a name for herself in the business world and that was where she met Amoret's father. However, her mother would die of breast cancer when Amoret was seven and her father was quick to remarry, FRACTURING Amoret's relationship with them. Rather than spending time with his only daughter, she was pawned off to nannies and other caretakers, who seemed to care more about Amoret than her father did. Inspired by the members of MOTH SIGNALS, she joined Superbloom Media to run away from her previous life and hopefully become something bigger than her own father. Despite her few talents, Amoret's DETERMINATION won the fans and company over leading to her eventual debut in Velvetine.

STAGENAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀AMORET / 아모레.

BIRTHNAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀AMORET GENEVIÈVE YAWSON.

BIRTHDATE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀FEBRUARY 14, 2001.

BIRTHPLACE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀WALLONIA, BELGIUM.

COMPANY , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SUPERBLOOM MEDIA.

POSITION , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀LEAD DANCER, VOCALIST.

FACECLAIM , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀MANON BANNERMAN.

LIQUID SMOOTH ﹙ . . . ﹚ MITSKI , ✿⠀⠀" i'm liquid smooth / and feel my skin is plump and full of life / i'm in my prime / i'm liquid smooth, come touch me too. "

♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀MING XUEYAO has been on her own since she was twelve years old. Her parents, due to DEBT because of her father's health issues, worked overtime to keep their lives together and once she was old enough, Xueyao was left to fend for herself. She was never taken to the doctors or dentist and often late for school because of her parents hectic schedules. In 2016, she would apply for various South Korean entertainment companies behind her parents back and eventually sign with BLOCKBERRY CREATIVE that same year. After training for two years, she would make her debut in PRODUCE 48 under her original company and go onto rank SEVENTH, becoming one of IZ*ONE's most beloved members. She looks back on this time period fondly and often expresses missing her original group despite how close Velvetine seem to be. Like Coella, the Velvetine lineup was created with her in mind as she signed with SUPERBLOOM MEDIA following IZ*ONE's disbandment in April 2021. She would re-debut in OCTOBER 2022 and her popularity has helped bring Velvetine to the forefront of the entire industry, giving her old fans incentive to support this new group.

STAGENAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀XUEYAO / 설야오.

BIRTHNAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀MING XUEYAO / 明雪瑶.

BIRTHDATE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀JUNE 8, 2002.

BIRTHPLACE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀BEIHAI, GUANGXI, CHINA.

COMPANY , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SUPERBLOOM MEDIA.

POSITION , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀MAIN DANCER, LEAD RAPPER, VOCALIST.

FACECLAIM , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀ZHOU XINYU.

I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME ﹙ . . . ﹚ FIONA APPLE , ✿⠀⠀" and i know none of this will matter in the long run / but i know a sound is still a sound around no one / and while i'm in this body / i want somebody to want / and i want what i want / and i wanted you to love me. "

♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀LEE MINSEUL was born in the shadow of her older sister, MINSEO. Given the same beginning character as her, Minseul seems to represent the desired qualities of someone GENTLE and AFFABLE as one of the most beloved idols of the fourth generation. However, she is the perpetual OUTSIDER, never truly having a place in a world dominated by her sister. Idol training was supposed to be the one thing she could hold onto and have as her own, so when Minseo joined Superbloom Media just two months after she did, Minseul promised herself that she would NEVER speak to her sister again. She was tired of always having to take second place to Minseo and just needed to debut before her, she would do that easily. Due to their HOSTILE relationship, the trainers kept them away from each other until THE GIBSON GIRL PROJECT, where they would be paired together to debut in 2021. Minseul was in talks with Superbloom to end her exclusive contract with them until they promised that Minseo would be kept away for the good of everyone. On screen, they often BICKER, leaving many fans to take their "side" in the whole situation, most leaning towards MINSEUL. Alongside Yulli, she has become one of stan twitter's famous idols for her over the top reactions and willingness to share fun stories about her members at all times.

STAGENAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀MINSEUL / 민슬.

BIRTHNAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀LEE MINSEUL / 이민슬.

BIRTHDATE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀NOVEMBER 29, 2002.

BIRTHPLACE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA.

COMPANY , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SUPERBLOOM MEDIA.

POSITION , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀MAIN DANCER, LEAD RAPPER, VOCALIST.

FACECLAIM , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀BAE SUMIN.

FAMILY TREE — INTRO﹙ . . . ﹚ ETHEL CAIN , ✿⠀⠀" the fates already fucked me sideways / swinging by my neck from the family tree / he'll laugh and say "you know i raised you better than this" / then leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me. "

♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀KWAK YULLI's life changed for the worst when she moved to Boston, Massachusetts with her older sisters to learn English. The only good memory was meeting her childhood best friend—OLIVER SONG—through the afterschool YMCA program that babysat them until their guardians came to pick them up. She stayed with a very traditional ROMAN CATHOLIC family, who would place her in their choir program where she learned to sing. Rather than feeling welcomed by the family, she felt like a BURDEN and recalls often feeling LEFT OUT and made to feel “DIFFERENT” from them. After almost five years of no communication, the pair would reconnect when Yulli signed with SUPERBLOOM MEDIA in 2019 and become fast friends again. Even before her debut, she would become a WELL-KNOWN TRAINEE because of this connection and so many people wanted to see what she brought to the table. However, the Yulli that joined Superbloom was completely different than the girl from Boston. She was much more withdrawn and largely unexcited about her prospects in life, just trying to make music she is proud of. Alongside AMORET, YULLI is one of two members that holds SONGWRITING or PRODUCING credits on their music. She is known for her interesting style that blends real world themes with their bubblegum pop and cute concept, showing the things that bring one down in a unique light.

STAGENAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀YULLI / 율리.

BIRTHNAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀KWAK YULLI / 곽율리.

OTHERNAMES , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀GEMMA KWAK.

BIRTHDATE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀DECEMBER 1, 2002.

BIRTHPLACE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA.

COMPANY , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SUPERBLOOM MEDIA.

POSITION , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀LEAD VOCALIST, LEAD DANCER.

FACECLAIM , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀OH HAEWON.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS ﹙ . . . ﹚ THE OUTSIDERS OBC , ✿⠀⠀" all these great expetations / meet these grave revelations / am i the one in control? / is it all predetermined? / am i playing a role / part of a story foretold? "

♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀ODESSA SERRANO only knows being on stage. She made her first appearance at only six years old in the Broadway Revival production of RAGTIME as Tateh's daughter, simply known as THE LITTLE GIRL. As she progressed through school, she would spend her summer vacation on the main stages of New York floating through shows like Les Misérables and Tuck Everlasting. She became interested in the idol industry when TWICE came to Newark, New Jersey in 2019 for their TWICELIGHTS World Tour. She would leave the concert a big fan of NAYEON and SANA and wanted to emulate how well they played with the fans on stage. She auditioned for almost twenty different companies and in a fit of desperation, joined the relatively unknown SUPERBLOOM MEDIA in a few months later. She would quickly become beloved by Superbloom because of her strong vocals and stage presence, even if the dance skills seemed to come harder for her. Odessa would never give up and would return to New York in six month increments to perform in Broadway shows such as The Lightning Thief as ANNABETH CHASE and the Boradway debut of Bare: A Pop Opera as IVY ROBINSON. This trend continues when Velvetine is not promoting, allowing her the most freedom of all the members.

STAGENAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀ODESSA / 오데사.

BIRTHNAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀ODESSA LYNN SERRANO.

BIRTHDATE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀MARCH 17, 2003.

BIRTHPLACE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀NEW YORK CITY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

COMPANY , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SUPERBLOOM MEDIA.

POSITION , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀MAIN VOCALIST.

FACECLAIM , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀OLIVIA RODRIGO.

LETTER TO MY 13 YEAR OLD SELF ﹙ . . . ﹚ LAUFEY , ✿⠀⠀" you'll grow up / and grow so tough and charm them / write your story, fall in love a little too / the things you thought you'd never do / i wish i could go back and give her a squeeze / myself at thirteen. "

♡ : ㅤ [ ... ]ㅤㅤ ✶ㅤ ㅤ ⠀TOKIKO NANAKA always wanted to be an idol. She dreamed of SHARING the STAGE with her favorite idols and looking that beautiful on stage. However, due to her family’s poor economic condition, she was UNABLE to join one of the training academies and was going to give up on the dream until being street casted by Superbloom Media in 2017 while visiting Seoul. She was supposed to debut as a member of SOULVIA that next year, however, that would fall through as the higher-ups did not believe she was ready. Seeing that she needed something else to help stand out against the other girls, she would learn anything she could get her hands on. From instruments to calligraphy, TOKIKO worked day and night to prepare herself in every category of idolhood, even beginning to write her own music in 2020. Her chance would finally come with THE GIBSON GIRL PROJECT, where Tokiko would become a fan favorite for her PURITY and INNOCENCE. She is the PERFECT follower, never rocking the boat too much and remaining cool under the pressure of the company.

STAGENAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀KIRIE / 키리.

BIRTHNAME , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀NANAKA TOKIKO / ナナカトキコ.

BIRTHDATE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀JULY 31, 2003.

BIRTHPLACE , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀NAGOYA, JAPAN.

COMPANY , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SUPERBLOOM MEDIA.

POSITION , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀VOCALIST, MAKNAE.

FACECLAIM , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀SAKAI MOKA.

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Holy...are there ANY decent parents in costume cdramas? (The answer is no, there are not, unless they get quickly and brutally murdered)

This man has seen Shen Li. Too bad he didn't finish and thus doesn't know that forcing someone feel for nobody because he's so powerful is gonna end up in rearranging geography when all those emotions repressed so hard finally surface.

That's a lot of noble words to convey you are a PET MURDERER. Like dude - your kid found a pet so you killed it and went this is for the good of the world. I hope hyenas eat your liver.

Thank you! Not like the worst father of the cultivation world is gonna give you a good answer. (Side note - it's so interesting that THIS is what he sees in the cage of desire and greed. FL may be right he feels no desire or greed but I think this actually shows that he has a deeply deeply sublimated desire to be allowed to be attached to someone or something and like feel SOMETHING.)

And I cannot freaking wait!!!

Also, did the old man really just say he can't even like objects? Like no favorite hat for you, kid! Once again, someone should make him finish Shen Li and see how well it ended trying to shove those precepts down someone's throat.

Hey kid, prepare to die! Any time you think cdrama dads can't get worse...

She has an excellent point watching this memory:

The fact that the man who's been trained since the cradle to feel absolutely nothing is gonna fall in love is going to be so amazing to watch! (And the fact that there is a high chance she's doing this on orders from the bad guys to get info but will fall for real makes it even better.)

#cdrama #sun zhenni #the blossoming love #zhang bin bin

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Resolutions

"Did you pick up more champagne" Kathy asked as soon as I walked in.

"Yes" I smiled. She was rushing around setting things up for the party.

"I just want everything to be perfect" she told me. "Go shower and get dressed". She told me. I gave her a peck on the cheek and headed upstairs. It was going to be a good night I thought. I made sure Kathy had not followed me upstairs. I went to her lingerie drawer and found my favorite pair of her panties. A black satin pair with pink lace around the legs and waist. And a cute little pink bow. I grabbed my clothes for the night and jumped into the shower. I wanted to jerk off. I wasn't hard. I just had a habit I loved to play with myself. But I resisted. I dried off and slid on Kathy's panties. Before I finished getting dressed. I had been secretly wearing panties since I was 12. But recently had found wearing them under my clothes was exhilarating. I had gotten the idea from flipping thru my secret Tumblr account. I was just finishing up when Kathy yelled up the stairs.

"Paul, could you bring up the ice from the basement" I bounded down the stairs. I bought the ice up. I found myself watching Cathy skirt around the house setting out food, or coasters. She looked amazing. This gorgeous woman had married me two years ago. I was the luckiest man in the world. But I wasn't watching her. Instead it was her form fitting dress that flared out so when she spun it lifted so elegantly. Her legs almost glistening as her stockings caught the light just right. Her heels tapping on the hardwood floors. I looked up again and stared into her pale blue eyes. Her long brown hair slipped into her face. She was perfect. 26 years old. 5'2" Maybe 110 lbs. Perky hand size breasts and an amazing ass. I didn't deserve her. Just then the door bell rang. I rushed to get the door.

Inviting in several of our guest all arriving together. I continued to watch Kathy happly playing hostess. She loved be a stay at home wife. She could work having a degrees in socially and teaching. We didn't need money. My parents had died just before we got married in a car accident. Leaving us financially set for life. I took over my father's maintenance company. But stayed in the office not knowing much about the actual work involved. Sometimes feeling overwhelmed by the men and women who did the work. Strong confident blue color types. The party was going good everyone enjoying themselves. It was now about 11:30. When Kathy stopped the music. She had been drinking. I went and hugged her.

"Come lie down before you" I whispered in her ear.

"NOW!? now you want to take me to bed!" She yelled. I laughed

"Kathy just had a little too much champagne" I told everyone.

"Paul wears my panties, and hasn't touched me in weeks!" Kathy yelled. Before I could say anything she gave me a wedgie exposing the pink lace and black satin.

The room erupted in laughter. I wanted to wilt away and die. But at the same time was more excited then I could ever remember. Kevin one of my friends from college grabbed my pants and pulled them down exposing me completely. My dick pushing hard against the soft thin material of the panties. I went to pull the panties out of my ass only to have my hand slapped by someone.

"Some one has been a naughty boy" Helen, Kathy's aunt laughed.

"SPANK HIM SPANK HIM" came a laughing chant. Suddenly I was pulled by my hands, I tripped over my pants and was held bent over a table. From somewhere Kathy was handed a belt. Someone grabbed my legs as well.

"Count as we approach midnight" Kathy laughed. Suddenly I felt the first blow as everyone yelled 15. I was then struck again and again as the clock ticked down. 15 lashes with a belt. She had not hit me hard enough to do damage but my ass was red. I was then released. As I stood I saw Kathy kissing John. My operations manager. He ran the day to day at the company. We could not be more unlike. His hands cooed Kathy's ass. I wanted to cry. But also cum. Only after the kiss did Kathy turn back to me.

"I've been cheating on you since out first anniversary when you couldn't even get hard to make love to your wife. Tonight it's John" she laughed. For alot the party was over and they started to leave. I fixed my pants and was hiding in the kitchen trying to avoid people. When Kevin and his wife Samantha came in.

"Paul, we were" Kevin started. I figured they came to say goodbye. But Samantha cut off the nervous John. She stepped close and kissed me on the mouth I was taken back but she continued dragging me to the floor. She broke the kiss and moved. I was now staring at Kevin's cock. Sam took it her hand and grabbed my hair gently guiding me to it.

"Suck his big cock, he loves it when fairy boys suck his big juicy cock." Kathy told me her hand opened my fly and she rubbed her fingers against my satin panties. I don't know why but I took my friends cock in my mouth.

"Close your eyes and suck his cock. Cradle his balls" Sam whispered in my ear as I did everything she said. I tried to get Samantha to take out my dick but she just rubbed it with two fingers thru the panties. Samantha never stopped whispering in my ear about how well I was doing. Or what to do next.

"He is going to cum" Samantha giggled after some time I tried to pull away.

"No wait take it" Samantha told me reaching in my pants and cupping my balls. Just as Kevin let go. The first shot made me gag. I pushed back and the second shot smacked me in the eye, a third and forth shot hit me before I could react coating my face in cum. Samantha pulled her hand out of my pants. I still hadn't cum. A round of applause erupted in the kitchen. I realized everyone had come to watch. I couldn't belive I had done this, I quickly looked around for Kathy she was no where to be seen. It was now after one. And more people went home. The few that stayed seemed to have made this into some kind of sex club. Everyone seemed to be hooking up. My personal assistant Andrea took my neighbor and one of Kathy's friends into the spare bedroom. I walked in on My other neighbors kissing and petting Kathy's sister in the living room. Kathy and John had locked themselves in the master bedroom. I couldn't take it I locked myself in the hall bath and jerked off , twice. Finally thinking straight I sat on the floor crying about what had happened.

I must of fallen asleep. I woke to a banging on the door. I got up and let Andrea in. She was naked. I tried to get past her she didn't care started peeing before I evennclosed the door. The master door was ajar. I peeked in to see John had left. Kathy was naked laying on top of the covers. I went in and started to tuck her in.

"Cuddle with me, leave the panties on" Kathy smiled as I had aroused her.

"Kathy" I whined a bit.

"I know what you want, I have seen what you watch on your phone. I have pics of you in my wedding gown" she told me sitting up. I dropped my pants and got under the covers with her.

"I heard about what you did to kevin" she told me. "I don't see you as a man. Not sure I ever did. But you are my best friend. I want to help you" she cuddled and drifted back to sleep.

I woke before her and walked in to my sister in law Lynn on her knees with her head between my neighbor Annie's thighs as Annie's husband Tom watched. I quickly left and started to make pancakes.

"Paul" I heard Lynn call out. "Would you like to help out your sister in law and come suck Tom's cock" I ignored them bit then Tom came into the kitchen he wore only his boxer briefs. I tried not to even look at him. Then he pushed me over the counter. He pulled off my sweat pants I still wore The now stained panties. He pulled them down as well. Lynn and Annie came in someone had lube. And I felt Tom's fingers pushing into my ass.

"He's so tight" Tom laughed.

"Are you a virgin?" Annie giggled.

"It's been a long time since I had a virgin" Tom told me.

"Please no" I wimpered. As I felt Tom pushing his cock against my hole.

"Yes fuck the faggot" I heard Annie say. As Tom worked his hard cock into my ass. I cried as he fucked me.

"Sweety we all cry a little our first time" Lynn laughed. Tom pounded away finishing in my ass. He pulled out and I laid on the floor. After a few minutes I recovered and went and showered. Suddenly the shower curtain opened and Kathy got in with me.

"I know it hurts, you know you wanted it to" she told me. "There will be big changes around here" Kathy told me. She got out and let me finish.

The changes started as soon as i got out of the shower. Kathy handed me a pair of pink panties. Without a word I put them on.

"No more pretend, you will wear girlie things under your clothes everyday. Also you need to have all your body hair removed. I want you smoother then I am. I didn't go to work the next week. Instead I had hair removal appointments. Got a manicure. My fingers where clear coated but my toes pink. Kathy took me shopping. She didn't hide that it was all for me. As she had me fitted for a bra. And had me pick out lingerie. Shoe shopping she flirted with the man who kept bringing me higher and higher heels to try on.

When I did return to work I had new uniforms. I had pink woman's dress shirts with my name embroidered on them and some bright pink polo shirts. But even the slacks didn't have pockets. I realized Kathy had gotten me woman's uniforms. But even girlie then the ones we provided for everyone else. She told me to let my hair grow out as well.

First day back to work. I had a new office. Kathy had hired someone to take over my official duties.

"You are the new morel officer. She led me to old small store room in the back. They had painter the door bright pink. Inside there was no desk. A chair, bed, and a strange looking padded table.

She bent me over the padded table and produced and wooden ruler from somewhere. She pulled down my pants and gave me 12 smacks.

"You are my gay bitch from now on, you are not to even think about a woman other then how much you want to wear her clothes. You will suck cock and get fucked by anyone who wants to." Kathy informed me. I became the company sex toy. Men I didn't even know would come in and demand a blow job. Someday I sucked as many as 12 cocks, other days I sat and played games on my phone. At ho,e I got no relief. I was given the nanny room in the basement. Tom and a few others had keys to the back door and would just come in and take me however they wished. Sometimes I only saw Kathy as she drove me to work. All my sports cars gone. I was just a horny faggot slut for men to use.

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