#ava sunglasses guy

[goosefries]

i know nothing about Striker (is that what we’re calling them?) but they’re already babygirl to me

[brain-empty]

invented a new type of gay man i think

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

Guy who is about to start a fight (i cant draw drunk people)

[marshmallowart]

[flamebearrel]

AvA/AvM designs complete!! (Casual, formal, original and base looks respectively)

I figure clothes are probably pretty arbitrary for stick figures so they all just add on accessories as they discover more of themselves:

Red (he/him) starts wearing a bun and headband after the original AvM, and it changes from dark red to yellow after Monster School (the old one moves to his arm). Plus you can’t see it in the ref but his hoodie has cat ears from s4+

Green (he/him) braids the sides of his hair post-AvYouTube, and starts wearing headphones after Note Block Battle. He drops those in favor of sunglasses for a bit after Note Block Concert/into Influencer Arc

Yellow (she/they) puts her hair up in pigtails from The Rollercoaster onwards. Her eyesight gets noticeably worse post-possession by Lucky Block, so she gets some glasses on a string, and adds a belt clip/sleeve for the staff after Lucky Block Staff

Blue (she/her) has a leg pouch to store seeds (90% netherwart) after Potions. She’d usually rather keep her hair free but shifts to a high ponytail after the lava incident from Piglin War

TSC’s (they/he) a simple guy, so they just switch out the charm on their necklace from time to time. A cursor by default, which doubles as a locket with their friends’ picture inside; the pencil tool while animating + into AvA s3; the warden’s whistle during mid-late AvM s3; a pokéball during AvPokémon; and as he goes further and further into the AvE universe, he hoards little symbols (numbers, angles, apple seeds) to keep track of his progress

Purple’s (they/them) already decked out in fancy gear and a braid by the time they first meet, but they get some goggles for flying and start using a more casual ponytail by AvM s3

[panjakes]

Can I get dad!Yoongi comes back from tour and his daughter and black wife come pick him up from the airport? Also I love your writing❤️

Thank you!!!❤️🫶🏼

Yoongi couldn’t wait for this damn plane to land and everyone could tell. Jimin who was sitting next to him smirked before nudging him a bit.

“Can’t wait too see the family?” He asks

“It’s been a while since I’ve physically seen them…and I just wanna be in my bed” he mumbles making jimin laugh

“Yeah I feel you” jimin says making yoongi side eye him

“Well, on the bed part” jimin says making yoongi nod and chuckle

Before he could respond the flight attendant announced they would be landing soon. Yoongi didn’t wait to pull out his phone sending you a quick text.

Not wasting time to get his overhead bag and getting into the isle to get off the plane. The rest of the members laughing at his excitement

After being the first person off the plane, yoongi did wait for his members who met him inside the airport.

Staring down at the watch on his wrist looking at the time

“Are you going to eat? I want food” jungkook says as the rest of the members walk over to yoongi

“Took you long enough” yoongi mumbles taking the sunglasses off his face

“We get it! You miss the family! Gosh” Jin says rolling his eyes as they start to walk

“Don’t be upset because you don’t have your own family to go home to.” Yoongi mumbles

Yoongi looked around the empty airport. It was slightly dark outside and there was surprisingly no cameras and no army inside which he was glad for

He looked down at his phone to see where you parked.

Stepping outside in front of the airport yoongi and the guys looked around for you and the tiny angel.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile when he looked over across the street and seen you holding your three year old daughter who was holding a sign with different colors and sparkles.

“Mommy!! It’s daddy!” He heard her scream

“I know babygirl! Let’s go get him” you say smiling at her

Yoongi waited for the two of you to cross the street. Your daughter kicked her legs ready to get out your arms and into yoongi's.

"daddy!! Hi!" She shouts waving her tiny hand

"Hi princess" Yoongi says pulling you and the small child into a hug. Leaning over to kiss your forehead then your daughters. Yoongi sighs in relief at finally being home

"Look!" Your daughter says holding up the sign she made almost hitting you with it

"she insisited that we make you a sign" You say playfully rolling your eyes

"It pretty?" she ask looking at yoongi with her big wide eyes. He chuckles before running his hand through her curls

"Very pretty princess. Whats going on with your hair?" Yoongi asks noticing her hair wasnt in its usual twist or braids with beads

"She gave me a hard time when I tried to do it. So shes rocking the baby fro" You say

"Hey yn you cooking?" Jungkook asks walking over to the three of you

"Excuse you? Cant say hello to my wife?" Yoongi asks

"Dont do that, me and yn are cool like that. I'm just hungry" Jungkook says waving yoongi off

"Uncle Kookie!"

"Hi pea! Where you good for mommy?" He asks taking your daughter from yoongi,

"Yeah!" She screams excitedly

"Yeah Im cooking but it'll be later. Me and ava had pancakes" You say pushing her air out of her face

"Yeah later, now go away so I can have my family to myself" Yoongi says grabbing ava from jungkook

Jungkook glares at him before smacking his lips and looking over at you.

"He cried the third day on tour because he said he missed you guys" Jungkook says pointing at yoongi who smacks his lips

"I did not" Yoongi says

"He did, the stylist had to redo his makeup he was crying so much" Jungkook says making yoongi push him a little bit

"Get out of here" He says making jungkook laugh and leave

"I did not cry" Yoongi mumbles

"well Ava did" you say making her gasp

“Mommy! Stop!” She says feeling embarrassed

“Yeah mommy stop! She’s a big girl” yoongi says making your daughter agree

“Yeah whatever, get in the car I know your tired” you say patting his back

“Daddy can we play?” Ava asks

“Ava daddy’s tired you can play tomorrow” you say walking over to the car

“No tomorrow” she says pouting as yoongi puts her into her car seat

“It’s okay princess we can play all night” yoongi says kissing her forehead making her giggle

You shrug going over to the drivers side to open it but yoongi quickly shuts it and shakes his head

“What’re you doing?” You ask

“I’m driving” he says

“No baby your tired. I can drive” you say

Yoongi ignores you taking the keys from your hand and pushes you over to the passenger. You sigh and obey anyway.

The car ride home was filled with you filling yoongi in on what happened while he was gone. Everything was about Ava but yoongi was glad to hear.

Once you three were settled inside the house, Ava immediately pulled yoongi too her big pink purple and yellow room filled with every toy a three year old could have

While you were in the kitchen you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Ava’s loud giggles. Sooner or later the giggles were no longer heard.

Just as you turned off the stove, you walk upstairs to Ava’s room to find yoongi in her tiny bed and her in his lap. You take out your phone taking a pictures smiling. You knew he was tired.

Before you could wake him up you heard someone knock on the door. You go down the stairs to open it to find jungkook

“Oh so you was serious about getting this plate” you say letting him in

“Of course! Where’s yonngi and Pea?” He asks

“Asleep. They played for about two hours” you say going to make his plate

“Really? Alright I won’t bother y’all. I’ll get my plate and go” jungkook says following you too the kitchen

“Take some to jimin and taehyung” you say handing him the extra plates

“Nah I think I’ll keep them to myself” he says laughing

“Bye jungkook” you say laughing

“Bye Yn! Thanks for the food” he says opening the door and leaving.

You make yoongi and Ava’s plate putting them in the microwave knowing they’d probably wake up at the same time and want to eat.

After cleaning the kitchen you go back to Ava’s room to check on the two. They were still sleeping just in a new position that made you laugh.

Yoongi was on his back with his feet hanging off the end off the tiny bed with Ava laying on his back.

You don’t say anything. You just take another picture and go to your bedroom. Quickly showering and getting dressed.

Getting into the bed yoongi wasn’t far behind

“Wassup baby” you say making him glare at you

“Ain’t no wassup, why didn’t you wake me up to get in the REAL bed” he says making you chuckle

“You looked comfortable so I left you alone” you say shrugging

“Bullshit. You know that plastic bullcrap isn’t comfortable. Plus Ava kicked me in the mouth” he says rubbing at his jaw

“How?” You ask chuckling

“I don’t know but I do know I’m going to bed” he says climbing into the bed throwing his arm around your waist

“Okay goodnight” you say turning off your lamp and turning you attention back to Netflix

Soon enough yoongi was back lightly snoring and you were watching some reality show on Netflix. Not even 25 minutes later Ava came into the room with a pout

“Mommy!! Daddy left again!” She says sadly

“No he didn’t he’s right here baby” you say pointing to the sleeping man

She peeks over and immediately runs over to the big king size bed. She tries her hardest to get into the bed but she just couldn’t so she pats yoongis leg

“Daddy! Help” she says making you giggle at her cute little voice

Yoongi groans grabbing her from under her arms and putting her in between the two off you. He kisses her forehead and pats her stomach

“Go to sleep pea” he mumbles

“Okay” she mumbles snuggling closer to yoongi

You smile at the two before turning the tv off and snuggle into your daughter and yoongi.

[highvern]

Teach Me IV

extra credit

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom (Seokmin) x fem!reader

Genre: smut, humor, college au, frat!svt

Warnings: mentions of drug use (weed) and alcohol , phone sex, exchange of nudes, both are down horrendous, mutual masturbation, making out, dry humping, idiots in like, dokyeom has a praise kink and isn't ashamed, snippets of disgusting fluff

Length: ~5.1k

Note: ugh ... anyways! i know i mentioned potential angst in an ask but i'm weak

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The best part of starting Fall Break on a Friday is having to do absolutely nothing for five blissful days. But because he is easily swindled by his friends, Dokyeom is ass over tits and the clock hasn’t even chimed 8PM. After the incredibly awkward week following your latest tryst, he’s thankful for the mind numbing freedom of alcohol, weed, and nothing but miles of mountain and woods.

Or he would be if wasn’t still upset you turned down his invitation to join him this weekend.

So he sneaks into his room and pulls up your Instagram. You're at the top of his results when he clicks into the search bar.

You posted a new photo this afternoon. A memory of a girls night out, sandwiched between two of your friends outside some bar, nothing but wide drunk smiles and closed eyes under the flash of the camera. Dokyeom already saw it. Already liked it. 

He keeps scrolling, down down down till he reaches his favorite picture. A frozen memory of you outside some cafe, slumped in an iron wrought chair, sunglasses obscuring half of your face; your mouth is spread over a wild guffaw, teeth flashing and the corner of your lips arched high in amusement. Whatever had amused you pulled your entire body in, shoulders curved up as your chest caves, chin tipped back. 

The soft pink sundress hugging you snugly is an added bonus. 

And somewhere in his muddled mind, Dokyeom decides he needs to talk to you. Right. Now.

After the third ring, the call connects.

“Heyyy, pretty lady.”

“Oh my god, are you drunk?” You laugh, and Dokyeom can imagine the same expression from the photo flashing across your face. 

God, she even sounds pretty. He thinks.

He whines through the goofy smile plucking the corners of his lips, “Nooooo.”

“Oh, really?”

“Maybe I’m a little drunk.”

“Only a little?” You jest.

“Maybe a lot-tle.”

“I can tell.”

“Wish you were here.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Haven’t seen you in like a week.”

If he wasn’t wasted then he might feel embarrassed, but Dokyeom finds the words slipping past him without a second thought as he rocks back and forth, caught in waves of emotion.

“How’s the cabin been so far?” 

The sudden change in topic scratches unpleasantly but he lets it go.

“Would be more fun if you were here.” He confesses. “What are you up to?”

“Laying in bed, watching Love Island.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Seriously?” You scoff.

“What?” 

“You’re so lame, Kyeom.”

“I’m curious about what you do when you’re alone.” He tries to sound innocent. “You’re alone, right?”

“Yeah, Ava left for the weekend.”

“So what are you doing this weekend?”

He’s fishing for the real reason you told him you couldn't come with him to the cabin. You’d been purposefully vague the few times Dokyeom probed since last Thursday, claiming any excuse under the sun: a friend coming to visit, getting ahead on assignments, pulling a few extra shifts at the library. Anything to avoid flat out rejection.

“You know, this and that. What about you guys? Any big plans?”

“Some of the guys mentioned a hike tomorrow. And Beer-lympics Sunday.”

“God, you’re such a frat bro.”

“I can do better.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. What are you wearing?” He tries again.

He hears you huff, “Pajamas.”

“Sexy.”

“I actually think this is your shirt.”

“Oh? Send me a pic.”

“What do I get if I do?”

“What do you want?”

“Are you hard?”

“I can be.”

“I’ll send you a picture if you send me one too.”

“Fuck, okay.” He agrees, tapping open his camera app and trying out a few angles, working himself up in the process.

Dokyeom settles for cupping the bulge over his pants, outline of his cock pronounced as he lightly squeezes. He’s highly aware of your obsession with his hands, so he tries to flex his arm forcing the web of veins to rise as the muscles clench.

“I’m waiting.” You goad on the other end of the phone, knocking him out of his concentration.

The five photos he’s snapped all look about the same. Settling on the least blurry one, he quickly opens your messages and sends it before changing his mind.

A sharp inhale announces its arrival on your phone. 

“Your turn.” 

He can hear the rustle of clothes and blankets through the speaker, and a whispered curse following a dull thud. Dokyeom can’t help the chuckle that escapes as he pictures whatever caused it.

The photo you send back takes him a second to decipher. You're definitely wearing his shirt, the bottom hem bunched across your breasts, the swells of flesh peaking out near the top of the picture; perfectly omitting your face. Tracing down your bare stomach, your hips are wrapped in powdery blue cotton panties. And if that wasn’t enough, one hand is stuffed underneath, pulling the elastic taunt across the crease in your hip as it stretches to accommodate your fingers.

Holy shit.

“You like it?”

“You're evil.” Head rolling back, Dokyeom groans as he takes it all in. “You want me dead.” 

You giggle at his tone.

“Fuck,” he mutters, continuing to study your figure. “You’re so hot.”

“Kyeomie,” you whine, obviously embarrassed under his attention.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” you mewl.

“Dirty girl.”

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

The back and forth of your relationship is the funnest part, in Dokyeom’s opinion. You like when he puts you in your place as much as he enjoys you putting him in his. It helps that even when he assumes the more dominant role, you still praise him as if he’s the best thing since sliced bread. It scratches that submissive part of his brain that always wants needs to be good. Especially for you.

“I can think of a few things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Phone sex is unfamiliar territory. He isn’t sure how much is too much and the awkward parting last week still stains his brain. But you just sent him a photo with your hands down your underwear so Dokyeom tries to go with the flow.

“Could make you cry on my cock.” He flushes when you remain silent for a second too long . “Sorry, that felt awkward.”

“No!” You object, voice crackling through the speaker at the sharp increase in volume. “It, ugh, that’s hot.”

“What? Crying from my dick?”

“You don’t think so?”

Dokyeom’s cock twitches, as if to signal its eager agreement.

“I think anything involving you near my penis is hot so I’m not really a good judge.”

“Well, just imagine it. Remember that time we fucked at Wonwoo and Mingyu’s house party?”

“Not appreciating you saying other dudes’ names while my dick is in my hand but yeah.”

You snicker at his reprimand. “Anyway. Remember how I wanted you to fuck my mouth?”

Dokyeom takes a sharp inhale as the memory rushes forward. You on your knees, eyes glossy and lips bruised, begging him to stretch your throat. The second the request reached his ears Dokyeom nearly came on your sweater covered chest, but he’d ignored your request, hauling your ass up onto the counter in favor of stuffing your cunt. You hadn’t complained.

“But you wouldn’t because you didn’t wanna mess up my makeup?”

“You looked pretty… didn’t wanna ruin it.”

“Yeah but I wanted you to.”

Another squeeze of his cock as he slips his hand under his boxers, “Yeah?”

“You’re really hot when you tell me what to do.”

“Fuck.” He groans, vocabulary limited by the husky timbre of your voice. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Mhhmm, doesn't feel as good as when you do it though.”

A pathetic thrust through his fist at the praise. “I know but I’ll make it up to you next time. Promise.”

“How?”

“Might tie you up. Fuck you till your screamming.” Dokyeom doesn’t know who he’s become but you seem to like it.

“Oh?”

Your reply is all breath, the same way you sign when he gives you his fingers after a long study session. The beads of pre-cum on his tip increase as he works his cock, almost able to fill the way you’d coat his fingers if he was there to give them to you.

“You like that? Want me to use your tight little pussy? Fill it up?”

“Want you to come inside me again, Minnie. So hot.”

“I know, pretty girl. So desperate for it aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” you squeak, “Are you close?”

“Send me another picture.”

Only a few seconds pass, filled with muffled groans on his end and the clack of your nails on yours. Dokyeom rushes to open the new attachment you’ve blessed him with, heart clenching when his stomach caves around a moan.

The photo is blurry from your haste but he doesn’t care. You're drenched. The crotch of your panties tinged darker as you pull them aside, flashing the way your entrance stretches around three of your fingers. Your clit just barely visible, puffy and swollen from neglect.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Minnie—” Your voice sounds far away, and he realizes you've put yourself on speaker so you can use both hands.

“Can you do something for me?” he grounds, squeezing the base of his cock to stop his impending end.

“Anything.”

Another deep breath before he lays himself bare, “Drive up here tomorrow.”

“What?” You ask, the springs of your mattress squeaking as you sit up, clearly confused by the switch in pace.

“I wanna see you.”

“I—”

“Promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Dokyeom scrambles.

Another pause before a timid, “How?”

“Whatever you want.” 

“Dangerous words.”

“Pretty sure I’ll enjoy it just as much as you.”

“I don’t know…”

“If you don’t want to, it's fine but,” he sighs, “if you can I want you to come. And not just because of sex.”

“Then why?” 

“Because I like—” He cuts himself off hastily. “Because I like spending time with you.”

As seconds tick by without response, Dokyeom is sure you're going to call his bluff. Or worse, laugh in his face. He’s sweating, heart beating irregularly as he waits for your reply.

“Really?” Shyness creeps into your voice.

Dokyeom nods before realizing you can’t see him. “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll come.”

“Really?” Dokyeom asks, eyes wide and jaw slack. No way it's this easy.

“Really,” he can hear you smile. “But only because you said you’d give me whatever I want.”

“You’re gonna make me regret that aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.” You tease, enunciating each syllable as his heart beats in time. “But Kyeomie…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m still wet.”

“Can’t have that.” He tsks.

“Please,”

“Be a good girl and play with your clit.” Dokyeom instructs, slipping right back in.

A hitch in your breath precludes a satisfied “hmmm”. He wishes he could taste both on his tongue. 

“Touch yourself too.” You plea.

Dokyeom’s wound so tight a gust of wind would have his load all over his stomach. He tells you as much.

“Shiiit” You curse, catching up to him. “Close.”

“Yeah? Think you deserve it?”

If he was there, Dokyeom knows he’d see the frustrated kick of your legs and feel the daggers shooting from your eyes.

“You ignored me all last week, I don’t know if I should let you.”

“Dokyeom, please!”

“But since I get to see you tomorrow.” he tuts, covering up the catch of his breath as you plea again. “Let me hear it.”

The call devolves into choked curses and groans. He keeps the screen close to his face as he focuses back on the picture you sent, painting his fist with streaks of white as you beg him to cum, choke on how much you want to taste. Your stuttered “ah”s floating right into his ears as you twist and shake in your bed hours away.

When Dokyeom can feel himself returning to his body, he soaks in the lull of you catching your breath.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” You sigh dreamily.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Send me the address.”

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m happy you’re coming…”

“Goodnight,” you chuckle at the double entendre.

“Night.”

Even with the satisfaction of an orgasm coursing through his veins, the fizzing bubbles of happiness in his chest have nothing to do with the cum cooling in his underwear.

--

The drive to the cabin is two hours and thirty seven nerve wrecking minutes. Dokyeom has been up since six, texting you the address, asking you to let him know when you left, keep him updated on any pit stops you needed to make. Not to rush up the mountain and drive safely. 

The digital clock on your dash reads just past noon as you slowly creep up a narrow gravel road, praying another car doesn’t swoop around the bend. Of course a pack of frat boys would choose some creepy woods to set up camp for a long weekend. 

You dial Dokyeom’s number just to be safe. Barely a full ring passes before he picks it up.

“Hey!”

“Hey… I think I’m pulling up to the right place?” You scan for any sign of a driveway on either side of the road without any luck. 

“Oh shit, I’ll come outside. Jun got us lost yesterday when he drove up so it’s tricky.”

Taking a left as you finally spot the red mailbox with a beaver carved into the dark wooden post at the end of the lengthy driveway, a two story cabin comes into view between the trees. Dokyeom jogs from the porch to meet you at the edge of the yard. Rolling down your window as he makes his way over, you greet him.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” he smiles, bright enough to blind a village.

“Um, where should I park?” 

“Just pull up behind anyone, it doesn't matter.”

“Alright.” 

Dokyeom walks next to you as you pull in behind a white sedan. Once in park, you pop the trunk before slipping out the door. He already has your bag tossed over his shoulder, tangling your fingers with his as he pulls you towards the house.

“Some of the guys went on a hike earlier so I’ve been helping Seungkwan and Mingyu clean up.”

“Oh, you didn’t need to wait for me.”

“I wanted to.”

Before you can think too much on that statement, Seungkwan interrupts by tackling you in a hug. 

“Oh thank god you’re here.” 

“Hi to you too.” You say, carrying his weight as he goes boneless.

“Hi,” he responds with a squeeze, before turning to Dokyeom with a blunt, “Goodbye.” 

Seungkwan pulls you inside the front door, beelining for the sliding glass doors that lead to the back porch.

“Hey!”

Without slowing, Seungkwan fends him off. “She was my friend first!”

“Yeah well,” Dokyeom flounders like a washed up fish.

“You dazzle with words. Now go away.” Seungkwan sniffs.

Sending an apologetic smile over your shoulder, you allow Seungkwan to usher you along. You spot another person in the kitchen, face shadowed by the hood of his sweater. He doesn’t look up when you and Seungkwan shuffle pass.

“Ignore Mingyu, his girlfriend broke up with him yesterday.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, anyway.” Seungkwan plops onto one of the chairs circled around the patio table. “Speaking of girlfriends—”

“Did you finally get one?”

“Being mean is bad for your health.” He deadpans. “As I was saying, did Dokyeom ask you to be his?”

“His what?”

“His girlfriend.”

Your ears ring at the nonchalance in Seungkwan’s tone.

“Why would he ask me to be his girlfriend?”

“Why else would you get up at the ass crack of dawn to come to this dump?”

“He said he wanted me to come.” You answer, turning your head to observe the lake beyond the thin tree line.

“After you told him no? Wow, didn’t realize he was that good in bed.”

Your hands itch to circle his neck and shake but Seungkwan is saved by the very man in question.

“Hate to interrupt but I thought you might want some coffee?”

You turn around, smiling as Dokyeom leans out of the sliding glass door, “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“We aren’t done talking!” Seungkwan calls as you reach the door.

“I am!”

Mingyu apparently retreated to his room after you stepped outside, nowhere to be found in the kitchen or living room beyond the counter.

The isolation makes you nervous which is strange because it’s just Dokyeom. But his words last night over the phone, coupled with Seungkwan’s on the porch twist your guts uncomfortably. 

It’s too late to bail. You can’t claim illness since Dokyeom will fawn over you like some mother hen. Besides, you don’t actually want to leave. You just can’t stand the nagging voice in the back of your head insisting this isn’t what friends do. Even if said friends are having sex. 

“Wanna show me your room?” 

“Sure!” Dokyeom is still cheery, eagerly leading you upstairs and down a maze of hallways. 

The outside of the cabin, while daunting, failed to betray how big it actually is as you pass door after door on your journey.

The room Dokyeom is sharing with Soonyoung is cozy. Two full sized beds with little room for anything else and an en suite the size of a closet. But at least you won’t have to battle it out with anyone else for a bathroom during the next three days. 

Dokyeom was lucky enough to claim the bed closests to the bay windows, framing a pleasant view of the backyard, dock, and sprawling lake. When you step closer, you can spot Seungkwan’s mop of hair as he leans on the edge of the railing that borders the porch; hand animated as the other holds his phone near his mouth.

Turning back to the bed, you spot your bag on the floor at the foot of it. The room is ten degrees hotter when you realize Dokyeom was lying right there as he talked you through an orgasm barely twelve hours ago. You awkwardly shuffle on your feet as you try to find something to say.

Dokyeom seems unperturbed, flopping onto the mattress, arms thrown wide in invitation. A shy grin twists your lips. Hair a mess, and cheeks flushed, Dokyeom looks cute. He’s always cute but navy crew neck and gray sweats transforms him into a cozy dream. The mattress dips under your knee as you crawl to lay next to him.

Settling your head over his heart, arms twining around one another, you feel your own give a peculiar squeeze. It’s truly no different than all the other times you’ve cuddled, albeit those were post-coitous; except it is. Dokyeom told you he wanted you here, that he likes spending time with you, and now he’s squeezing the life out of you as he snags one of your legs to wrap around his waist.

When sleep tickles your nose, pleasantly warm and inviting, you ignore how Dokyeom isn’t your boyfriend. What you have right now is perfect enough.

—

The sweet hum of Dokyeom’s voice lulls you awake, a simple melody you vaguely recognize from his playlist he insists on blasting during your hangouts. Gray light from outside casts the room sullenly dark. Storm clouds, swollen to a near black, eclipse the late afternoon sun. Dokyeom’s neck is the perfect place to escape the unavoidable sounds of the cabin filled with life, eyes firmly shut as you inhale the smell of laundry detergent and pine. 

One of your hands managed to twist under his sweater in your sleep, fisting his thin T-shirt as you attempt to beckon sleep out of hiding and back towards you. A pathetic whine escapes when Dokyeom jostles you in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, only silenced by his lips against your forehead and his stroking your elbow.

“Shhhh,” he coos. “Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?”

“Like five.”

Lifting back from his neck, you pout. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

A gentle peck to your lips in response leaves you speechless, a soft quirk to his lips as you gape. Collapsing back into his chest you’re left to bask in each other's presence as you take to silently drawing shapes on his stomach, smiling as he giggles from ticklishness. His thumb traces the curves of your hip, digging to the soft flesh of your waist.

A banging on the door makes you both jump out of your skin before Seungkwan’s voice cuts the air. “Come on love birds, dinners ready!”

“If we don’t get up, do you think he’ll go away?” Dokyeom whispers into your hair.

“No.” 

On queue the door flies open, smacking against the wall and rebounding into Seungkwan’s face.

“I said it's time for dinner. Now get your asses up!”

“Go away, Boo!” You demand, chucking a pillow in his direction.

“What happened to respecting your elders?” Dokyeom asks, eyes sharp as he tries to kill the younger man with his eyes.

“When my elder does something respectable, I’ll consider it.” Seungkwan claps. “Now chop chop!” 

The dinner Seungkwan so adamantly demanded your presence at is a huge pot of spaghetti and some loaves of garlic bread. Nothing overly complex but the bustling atmosphere downstairs is nice, comfortable.

Dokyeom introduces you to some of the fraternity members you haven’t met, as well as their dates. Squished between him and Seungkwan at the dining table, you barely engage in conversation. Not that you need to. They both fill the space with their own joking easily enough.

Instead, your mind focuses on the warmth of Dokyeom’s shoulder brushing yours, and how he rests his arm on the back of your chair once he finishes his plate. 

When the mess is cleared away, a few people scurrying off to who knows where, Soonyoung insists on a game of Beerio Kart as dessert. Excited to have a new person to torment, he drags you to the couch before you can object. In a blink, you find yourself wedged between the armrest and Dokyeom as he explains the game.

“The rules are simple my friends! No drinking and driving and you have to finish your drunk before the race ends. If you fail to do so you’ll be publicly shamed.” Soonyoung claps his hands together, the maniacal glint in his eyes a little too intense for such a silly game. 

“And for additional chaos,” Seungkwan adds. “I’ve changed it to blue shells only.” 

“Now may the best driver win!”

“Alright, the first round is Jun, Marci, Sam, and me.”

“This is gonna be a bloodbath.” Someone calls from the other couch.

And it is. Jun uses height to hold Seungkwan’s drink out of the younger man’s reach, resulting in Seungkwan launching himself from the couch in a flying kick. They’re both so occupied with one another they don’t notice the race is long finished and neither of their characters moved past the starting line.

A chorus of boos rises as the race times out, designating them as 11th and 12th place.

“Alright, next is DK, Y/N, Wonwoo, and myself.”

“Can I forfeit?”

Dokyeom turns to you. “You wanna quit already?” 

“Considering my opponents, yes.”

“New rule: no quitting allowed.” Soonyoung interjects.

“You can’t make that a rule!”

“I just did!” 

You respond with a thumbs down, much more effective than the middle finger you want to throw his way.

“It’s okay if you’re scared, Y/N.” Wonwoo taunts from across the room. 

“I’m not scared!”

“That’s exactly what someone who is scared would say!” Soonyoung chimes in.

Dokyeom just shrugs his shoulders when you look at him for assistance. Figures. He’s part of the reason you don’t want to play. He and his roommate rile each other up too much under normal circumstances, let alone when things get competitive and alcohol is involved.

“Fine, let's play!”

Soonyoung divvies out another round of lukewarm beer cans you’re required to drink as Wonwoo picks the track. N64 Rainbow Road because apparently he’s an asshole. The way he reclines back in his seat confirms it.

To avoid the inevitable mess Dokyeom will make in his haste to chug before the race begins, you stand, shuffling closer to the safe zone at the edge of the coffee table. He tugs at the back of your shirt for a second, prompting you to shake your head. 

Dokyeom pouts but stays silent. 

“Alright lady and gentlemen! Start. Your. Engines!”

Cracking open your can the second the countdown begins on screen, you gag at the taste of cheap beer as everyone whoops around you. You manage half the can before you have to stop under the threat of it coming back up. Dokyeom and Soonyoung are still drinking, the later shuffling in place restlessly. Wonwoo hasn’t even opened his beer, focusing on getting as far ahead as he can.

Hopefully Seungkwan’s meddling takes care of him.

The race track is chaos as you press your character forward, occasionally blown off course by a blue shell moving to knock out whoever is in first. Half way through the course, you chance a glance at the other corners of the TV. Soonyoung and Dokyeom have finally started lap one, only for Soonyoung to fly over the edge at the first turn and wait to be rescued. Wonwoo is caught in the mess at the front of the pack, only able to maintain first for a fraction of a second before being sniped by a shell. 

Once you round the third lap, you take your chance. Stopping in a corner of the track to down the rest of your drink, hoping everyone is too engrossed in the events on screen to see you start moving despite still swallowing a mouth full of beer. 

This is when you see Wonwoo make his mistake. He pauses right before the finish line, cracking his can open and nearly choking on the large gulps in his haste. You're gaining quickly, barely a quarter of the last lap remains between your carts. When he finally finishes the can and picks up the controller, you unleash the blue shell you’d been saving. Rosalina goes flying as you sail by, Yoshi claiming fifth place.

“Suck it!” You scream, jumping up and down in victory; joined by Seungkwan who hollers with you as if he won too.

Wonwoo is shell-shocked, literally. He finishes seventh overall, pulling behind another computer character. Soonyoung is on the floor as he and Dokyeom fight for second to last place. The shame goes to Soonyoung as the race times out once again.

When you turn back to the couch you're met with another blinding smile as you drop into his lap. 

“Looooooserrrr,” you taunt as you flick his nose gently.

“Yeah whatever.”

“It’s okay, maybe I can teach you sometime.”

He laughs, squeezing you into his chest. “God, you’re annoying.” 

“It’s so lonely at the top.” You furrow your brow in mock sorrow.

Another race ensues, more chaos and screaming echoing through the living room. The heat of Dokyeom’s chest sinks through the back of your hoodie, strong plains of muscle shaking as he laughs with the group. When Seungkwan and Soonyoung face each other in a rematch you tempt Dokyeom upstairs, kissing behind his ear before leaning back and giving him the “look.”

The “I-want-your-dick-in-my-mouth” look.

Of which he very is familiar.

Dokyeom lurches forward, eager to appease, forgetting you're still in his lap until your weight knocks him back down. Shaking your head you stand and pull him up behind you, moving towards the stairs uninterrupted as Seungkwan and Soonyoung threaten each other's life and limb behind you.

Tacky wood shiplap digs into your spine uncomfortable as Dokyeom crowds you against the wall. His lips ghost along your jaw, hands on either side of your head to prevent him from crushing you. You don’t have the same concern, pulling him closer with the fabric of his sweater. The door to his room is a few feet to your left but the idea of separating for even a second to make it inside is pure agony.

“What does the winner want for her prize?” he whispers, teeth grazing your earlobe.

“Depends.” You sigh, grinding against the bulge of his thigh. 

“On?”

“If my prize is separate from what I get for driving up here.”

Dokyeom nips your chin, dodging your attempt to connect your mouths.

“Depends on what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I’m gonna do that anyway.”

“I wasn’t done yet.”

He stays silent, teeth bruising the sliver of shoulder peeking out under your collar.

“I want you to fuck me,” cut of with a hiss at his vigor, “and I want to film it.”

Backing out of your neck, Dokyeom blinks at you, mouth wide.

Peeking at him through your eyelashes, you wait for Dokyeom’s brain to restart. His mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. Not a rejection or an agreement. Just surprise.

A heaviness curls in your gut. You thought he’d like the idea, especially from his reaction to the pictures you sent last night. And the videos he’s sent over the months you’ve been hooking up. Videos of him jacking off, cumming on his own stomach, your name on his lips. But maybe you assumed too much.

“Ifyoudon’twanttowedon—”

But a scream interrupts your rant as he lifts you by your thighs, ankles locking around the top of his butt and arms tangling around his neck like a koala. You hold on for dear life as he carries you down the hallway.

Palming your ass harshly with one hand, the other scrambles to open the door as he licks up your neck. The door rattles on its hinges as he kicks it shut but the blood rushing through your ears muffles it.

“Yes, yes. Holy shit, yes.” He’s whining into your ear, hips rutting into your core as he lands unceremoniously on the bed, crushing you underneath him.

You’re shocked for a second, woefully unprepared for his enthusiasm. But another harsh rush against you, coupled with his hands pawing up your shirt to palm your chest makes you bold.

Two things you know to be true about Dokyeom: 

First, he has a ragging praise kink. If you tell him he’s a good boy, he can come almost untouched.

Second, he loves the sight of his cum streaking across your body.

He was right to say he’ll enjoy this as much as you will.

“Yeah? Wanna come on my face?”

Another pathetic whine against your neck as he keeps curling his clothed cock against you. All of his weight settles between your hips as drives you to madness.

“Then go lock the door.”

[jeridandridge]

“You don’t remember anything, do you?” “No…? What are you talking about?” “Nothing. Nothing.”

Would you mind a melissa x reader? But like fluffy if you're feeling it? Or angst to fluff? Lol

Drunk Confessions

“Girl just do it. It’s better than sittin around here moping all the time.”

You groan bringing your head down to rest on the cool kitchen table. Being drunk didn’t happen too often for you, but when it did you always made sure you had friends around. Tonight, Ava was the one that brought over drinks and junk food to drown your sorrows in.

Melissa accepted a date with Gary the vending machine guy the day before and you weren’t handling it well at all. Having a crush, no, being in love with the woman but too afraid to say anything was the best yet excruciating experience of your life.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You lift your head hitting the table with your hand. “Where’s my-phone?” You ask through a hiccup.

Ava rolls her eyes pointing to the device right in front of you.

“Oh.” You giggle picking it up.

“This is gonna be messy,” Ava smiles sitting back with her frosted glass.

Blinking a couple times at the bright screen you tap away until you find Melissa’s contact, a silly picture of you two from the zoo field trip as her icon. Bringing the phone to your ear it rings and rings, eventually giving you a beep for the voicemail.

“Hey,Mel. It’s late I didn’t realize it.” You giggle. “I was sitting here drinking- I mean thinking and I wanted to say I’m happy for you. If you’re happy with vending machine guy that’s great and I’ll swallow my feelings for you. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll do it just because it’s you and I love you. I’m in love with you,” You sigh, “But if he ever hurts you, well I got a guy too. I’m word vomiting now. If this is weird we can pretend it never happened. Bye.”

You set the phone down bringing a hand over to cover your mouth. “I can’t believe i did that!” You laugh.

Ava looks at you shocked, mouth gaping. “Girl you did that.”

“I did that!” You laugh. Feeling giddy and excited, hours later you forget what you’ve done. After Ava gets an Uber home you clean up as best you can while drunk, passing out on the couch with a bag of pretzels.

The sound of banging on your apartment door shocks you awake, the sound making the throbbing in your head worse. “I’m coming I’m coming.” You groan grabbing your sunglasses on the way to the door. It was just too bright. Unlocking the heavy door you look up to see Melissa, completely confused.

“Hey, Mel. What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘Hey Mel’ me, y/n. What the hell is this?!” She barrels in holding her phone out.

“What’s going on?” You ask closing the door, confused until you see her screen. wanting to melt away into the air when you see the voicemail you drop your head slowly remembering what you did. “Shit.”

“You can’t tell me you’re in love with me just because you’re jealous or have some crush!” She tells you, moving her hands around like she always does.

“Mel, I was drunk. This doesn’t need to be a thing.” Shaking your head.

“That’s what you said in the message!” She lets out hitting play.

When you hear your own voice you cringe, it could be a lot worse, but it was still bad. Taking your sunglasses off you toss them on the kitchen counter bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose, trying to process the message you’re hearing.

Melissa reaches out tipping your chin up to meet her eyes. When you do you could cry right there. She was so beautiful.

“You could at least look at me after admitting something like that in a voicemail of all things.” Her voice was so soft, a voice not many people got to hear from her especially at work.

“I’m sorry, Mel. Really I am.”

The redhead looks at you biting her lip, her hand gently moving to your cheek. “Ya know I wouldn’t have said yes to Gary if I knew you felt the same way.”

“Wait,” you shake your head, “felt the same way? Meaning you like me back?” You try to work it out taking the new information in.

Melissa smiles at you, a real, bright smile as she strokes your cheek. “Yeah dummy, I thought it was obvious.”

“No!” You laugh reaching out to pull her flush against you. “I thought all my pining was a lost cause after Gary asked you out.”

Giving you a soft smile Melissa wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair.

“He’s not you, hon.”

Looking into her eyes you see nothing but pure love and happiness.

“I’d kiss you but I really need to brush my teeth.”

Melissa laughs gently pulling away playfully swatting your butt.

“Go on, I’ll make you breakfast.”

[toasty-self-shipping]

Summer romance part one

a self shipping fic

(repost because tumblr fuck it up)

the weather was getting hot and the beaches were starting to open a group of unusual friends made a plan to hit one to cool off and have fun through one certain alien was really excited since it was his first time at one 

“ok let’s see towel sunscreen my heart shape sunglasses oh! can’t forget the bracelets”

cici walked over to her bed and grabbed five pearl like bracelets and put them in his bag and walks out the apartment 

“I hope the sun isn’t too strong for me to fly over there ugh I can’t never ride subway again ever since that accident”

he begins to fly off luckily the clouds were out so the sun wasn’t too hard on cici 

she pulls out her to check the location of the beach boyfriend sent a text message saying “when you see the Ferris wheel that’s when you know you found it” cici looks up and sees it 

“oh there it is! wow there’s a lot of people here” he lowered herself down to the entrance and spots girlfriend boyfriend pico along with Darnell and nene

“why me and girlfriend and boyfriend are like the only three that are dressed for the beach and two are wearing long sleeve shirts!”

pico and Darnell rolled their eyes

“look your ass is going to freeze later on when the sun goes down and me and Darnell are going to be the only ones to stay warm”

Darnell nodded his head

“plus there’s some things I wanna graffiti on so this jacket is good for hiding my spray cans”

cici finally reaches to them after going through the crowd of people

“hey guys! sorry for taking so long to get here it was hard to get through a bunch of people”

“that’s ok we’re glad you could made it”

“I made something really pretty for all of us” she reaches into his bag and pulls out 5 bracelets “I made some matching bracelets for beach! you guys don’t have to wear them if jewelry isn’t your thing-“

“of course we wear them” boyfriend grabs a bracelet along with girlfriend

“they are very beautiful cici the pearls are pretty” girlfriend puts it on her arm

you made us one to? nene grabs a bracelet

“well of course I made you guys one! I didn’t want anybody to feel left out”

“I’m not a big fan of bracelets but I take it and put it in my pocket” pico takes the bracelet and puts it in his pocket

“yeah same I’m more of a earring guy but I take it” Darnell puts the bracelet in his back pocket

“so what’s the first we should do there’s a lot of stuff here to do” girlfriend asked the group

“well going to the beach area is on my mind I wanna get in the water to cool off and look for seashells”

“going to the beach does sound good to me”

“Mm yeah I can go with that! what about you guys wanna tag along with us” girlfriend asked pico

“well we were just going to the beach later around around like when the sun goes down a little bit” pico said to girlfriend

“plus we was going to the amusement park center to play some games right nene” Darnell looks at her

“huh oh! yeah the game and maybe win some prizes to” she was looking at bracelet

“ok then we you guys later let’s get to the beach before the day is over!” cici grabs girlfriend and boyfriend hands and runs off

“man it’s amazing how strong she is you guys ready to hit the park”

“yep!”

“alright let’s go”

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[f1-stuff]

White Lotus AU ❤️ i am so excited for this!

Why, thank you for asking, kaleigh 😆❤️ I realized that I'd already shared a snippet of it before (here), so I'll share a diff moment... -> WIP game

(Context: This scene takes place after Carlos' wife had bragged at breakfast about how Carlos likes sex after his morning runs 😅. 'Ava' is Carlos' wife, and 'Juliette' is Charles' fiancée. Obv, this fic will contain infidelity, so here's your warning!)

Carlos brings it up again later that day, when Ava and Juliette have gone for a swim, leaving the two of them alone, lounging in their beach chairs.

“You and Juliette seem like a good match,” he starts with. And Charles looks at him, wondering what this is actually about.

“...we are,” he says, his voice hesitant.

“No really,” Carlos says. “You’re both very...relaxed. Settled.” He’s smirking again. “Is that what the sex is like, also?”

Charles jerks his gaze away, cheeks flaming. Will this guy ever stop proving that he’s an asshole?

“That’s a personal question,” he says, his voice hard.

“Is it?” Carlos asks. And Charles looks at him again, hears the genuine questioning note in his voice. 

“Yes,” Charles says, firmly. “It’s private.”

“I’m just asking if it is leisurely or passionate-”

“Sex doesn’t have to be frantic a-and wild and...loud to be passionate,” Charles says, his voice getting a bit more heated than he intends. Carlos must hear something in his words, because his brows raise.

“Ah. Let me guess - you’ve heard us at night. Me and Ava.”

Charles scoffs, looking away as he shakes his head. “I think the whole hotel can hear you two.” He doesn’t look to see Carlos’ smug expression, but he doesn’t have to see it to know it’s there. “It isn’t something to be proud of.”

“No?” Carlos asks, intrigued. Charles sighs, tired of this conversation and tired of this man.

“No. It’s very rude, actually.”

“Rude?”

“Yes,” Charles says, tired of Carlos just repeating what he says. “Inconsiderate - of everyone else and their...sleep.”

It’s too late for him to take it back, even as he glances to see Carlos’ slow-dawning smile.

“So you were sleeping when you heard us?”

“No-”

“Awake?”

“It doesn’t matter!” Charles says, exasperated. No matter what he says, Carlos will find a way to twist it. “Can we finish this topic?”

“Okay,” Carlos says, sounding like he couldn’t care less. Charles hates him. “You are getting sunburned.”

He sighs, turning his head to look at Carlos full on. The other man’s sunglasses are too small for his face and Charles is quietly delighted by it - delighted to find at least one thing that isn’t perfect. 

Carlos arches a brow at him, until Charles breaks, sitting up to find the sunblock in Juliette’s bag and reapply. He feels Carlos’ eyes on him as he rubs over his chest and arms, but he ignores it as best he can, despite the way his neck feels hot. He’s done everywhere except his back, when Carlos unceremoniously takes the bottle from his hand, squeezing some into his own palm, and not even asking before he starts applying it to Charles’ back.

Charles sits frozen, his breath stuttering uncertainly in his chest as he bears the feeling of Carlos’ hands on him. At first, he can almost explain it away as a friendly, normal thing, just like one of Charles’ mates from home would do. But it quickly becomes something else when Carlos begins to add pressure, his thumbs massaging into the muscles of Charles’ back, starting high at the base of his neck and getting lower and lower and lower, the sun lotion making every touch a smooth glide. 

Charles becomes all too aware of the heat of Carlos’ body behind him, his breath puffing steadily in and out from his nose. Thumbs mark a startling path along Charles’ spine, digging beneath his shoulder blades, tickling the ribs at his sides, pressing into the dimples at his back just above his waistline...

“I’m going for a swim,” Charles says, suddenly, his voice choked. He gets up without looking back, Carlos’ touch falling away all at once.

The water feels especially cold, his skin overheated and his heart pounding in his chest. He dunks himself under as soon as he can, his teeth chattering slightly when he resurfaces.

What the hell was that?

[goosefries]

I call the black false hollow Sniper personally, since he’s trying to Snipe Second.

i like the name “Sniper”!!! very accurate. once we know more we’ll probably be able to narrow down to a specific name (i do really like the ones we have rn tho!)

[brain-empty]

PFP SCREENSHOTS FOR THE AVA S2 MERCENARY CREW! [SPOILERS]

^ this one isnt supposed to be Chosen x Sunglasses Guy or anything just thought it was a good pfp screenshot

[wat-zu]

GUHHH

After watching the thing a few more times I can't help but appreciate the Bounty Hunting team fr.

They ALL just have such defined movesets and personalities ALREADY, even if we've just seen them in action they just have a special place in my heart now fr fr.

Sunglasses being the team leader, calling the shots, just having this aura of confident ability considering that he squared up against BOTH Chosen and Second no problem AND schooled them. He's definitely going the one that gets the most screen time.

Warning Signs was also good and just the best source of unintentional comedy due to their limited animation but also just having the biggest vibes of being capable as fuck but also somewhat dumb lmao. THE LOCAL HIMBO OF THE GROUP, IF YOU WILL.

Pixel was, bar none, the second most badass of the group. The TINEY POWERHOUSE WHOMST I LOVE FR FR. Fucking murked several sharks, can make GIANT ASS SWORDS. I just love characters who are small but also just exceedingly strong.

Caveman Drawing is the least thoughts BUT they are still cool as fuck fr fr. Love the whole transformation thing they have going on, very lovely.

In general, I love these guys, I wanna see ALL OF THEM MORE. And just, I wanna see them interact with eachother, what are their dynamics with one another and just JHYJBHJGHJJGHH A BIT FERAL FOR THEM FR....

Ava spoilers!!

Also the fact that sunglasses guy didn't overshadow his pals is so good. It's like he's letting them have their moment before absolutely rocking the shit out of the hollowhead duo. Like he's perfectly capable of 1v2-ing second and chosen now that chosen is rendered weak and second is mainly in the defensive.

It could be just tactical or just a way for them to show off their perks to the audience but eh it's a nice thought to have.

Bathroom sign guy is so funny USBUSBS really makes you underestimate the guy because of his animation but he did kicked the absolute shit out of second 😭😭

PIXEL GUY IS SO COOLSBBS SJ LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN FLIPNOTE STUFF??? THEYRE SO COOL BRO ITS JUST PIXELS BUT IT'S ALMOST AS GOOD AS ACTUAL ANIMATION AND ITS JUST PIXELS BRO!!! THEYRE MY FAVOURITE HDBDUSBSJ

I love the interpretation of caveman being all inky and sketchy. Helps with the vibe USNJS also the fact that they use like, spears and arrpws and the others are just shill woth that USBUSHS

I like to think Caveman just brings an entire freshly killed boar to the bounty hunter gang and go "I have boar. We eat!! Hope you love :))" and the others are just "thanks man just roast it over here that'd be great"

But fr i'd love to see them interact and what theyre dynamic is. I love to imagine theyre homies.

[flowerbarrel-art]

Some more things I’m wondering about the AvA teaser. Spoilers below just in case. (Long Post)

One thing I want to know is why they look like that. Their design is similar to AIM Guy, but it also could just be how they look and they’re not a created Stick. Or they jumped off a safety sign.

Maybe all Stick figures and humanoid figures everywhere in the AvA/M universe (and even icons like Firefox and Internet Explorer) can just come to life, whether or not they were converted to symbols and given names.

I’m probably thinking too much into this, but I know I’m not the only one who wonders how and why Orange just came to life without being converted to a symbol and given a name. And how Sticks work in general. Are we going to see more Sticks who were made by people? Maybe the sunglasses Hollowhead was drawn by someone?

And I guess whoever they are, they could be in charge of the whole Rocket Organization and just was on that team too, or else they’d possibly have been mistaken for Chosen and could’ve been hunted down the same way.

[noteveryoneis]

Ava Silva’s trademarks are the mistakes she makes along the way.

She knows that, her ex knows that, her kids know that, even the cat lady across the street knows that. Everyone in her little hometown knew that.

Everyone and their mothers thought Ava Silva had hit rock-bottom when she ended up knocked up at sixteen years old by her stupid little high school boyfriend, but no, Ava kept digging. She just had to keep the baby, marry the guy and move out of the state to have two more kids with him before the age of twenty-four. JC was a good guy, he loved her, loved their girls, he was kind and he cared about them. Until he didn’t, breaking up with Ava and asking her to take full custody of the girls, without a single afterthought.

“We weren’t ready,” he had said. “I’m not ready to be a father.”

Good thing he had realized that now, their first baby was almost into her pre-teen at that point — and she had glared at him from the darkness of the hallway of their shitty little apartment as Ava sat across from him at the kitchen table, defeated.

So it’s expected for this new decision to turn out to be another mistake. Even Ava knows it.

Still, it looks good, on paper. A fresh new start. Just the four of them, Ava and her girls. Back to her hometown, the place she knows by heart and could navigate with her eyes closed. Hell, she even found a job and a whole new house — small and cramped but like Camila said it herself: “The good thing about growing up in social housing is that whatever you find here, it’s gonna look like Disneyland to them”. And yeah, she wasn’t wrong.

Ava turns right into the small driveway surrounded by yellow grass and sun-burnt rose bushes — she’s pretty sure they can save them, with determination and a lot of research on Google. The girls have their noses to the windows, except for Neves who is asleep in her child car seat. The eight hour drive has exhausted them all, the car is covered in sandwich crumbs, coffee mist — Ava’s lifesaver at that point — and Takis dust. She’s pretty sure she has a sunburn mark all around her sunglasses, but she doesn’t really know if she can get sunburned through the windshield — fingers crossed that she isn’t.

“There it is,” Ava announces as she turns off the ignition. “Our new home.”

Dear God her divorce is turning her into a middle-aged white suburban dad in a horror movie.

“It’s ugly,” Nina comments from the back seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t like it.”

“Yeah, well, we’re not choosing it for its pretty face, bug,” Ava says, holding onto her patience like a life buoy (Nina hates everyone and everything since they have announced their separation, even more when it became clear that Ava was separating her from her father). “We’re choosing it because it has a roof and four walls, and good water pressure.”

And because it’s basically the only thing affordable that isn’t in a trailer park.

“I like it,” Nova comments timidly from the passenger seat.

Ava smiles at her, sending her a wink. At least that one is making it easy.

“Come on, let’s go, it’s gonna be night soon.”

The truck with their things will be here tomorrow, Camila will come to help them and properly meet the girls (according to the texts she had been sending Ava for the last few weeks, she was overly excited and bouncing around at the idea of being so close to ‘her girls’).

Ava opens the creaking door, climbs out of the car, grimacing as the joints in her knees crack painfully. Yeah. She’s definitely a middle-aged dad. The wind carries the smell of the sea all the way here, washing away the nauseous aroma of Takis and coffee, Ava already feels like she can breathe a little better.

Neves’ little head is leaning on the headrest of her car seat, cheeks red, curly dark hair drawing a halo around her little face. She looks absolutely adorable. They all did, her girls, at that age. Well, they’re still cute today, but it’s like Nova’s presence is slowly fading away from her face, and Nina was always the more flashing beauty — all in bright smiles and charming light in her eyes, just like her parents.

Ava takes great care as she unbuckles her little harness, reaching up to brush against her cheek and the softness of her eyelashes. Her baby. Her babies, they’re all her babies. 

Nina wiggles out of her seatbelt, bringing Ava back to the task at hand. 

“You girls go ahead, I’ll be right there to open the door.”

“Okay,” Nova says, unbuckling herself and climbing out, Nina jumping behind her. 

Ava brushes her lips against Neves’ forehead, stroking the pad of her thumb across her cheek. 

“Wake up, baby, we’re here.”

Neves shifts in her seat, but doesn’t even open her eyes. 

“Come on, Neves, wake up, cutie-pie, we’re home now.”

Neves shakes her head, eyes still close.

“No? You don’t want to see your room?” Ava asks, giggling a little. “Damn. That’s too bad. Guess I’ll watch Paw Patrol all alone with the girls huh. That’s sooo sad.”

That gets Neves to open one eye, squinting at her mother as if trying to call bullshit on her. Ava raises an eyebrow and Neves stretches her arms over her head, whining loudly as if to convey how tired she is. Life is hard when you’re a five year old sleeping in a car.

“I know, baby, I know,” Ava says. “Come on now, let’s go see the house.”

She reaches out and picks Neves up, hugging her to her chest with one arm under her legs as the girl ties them around her waist, burying her face in her neck. Ava pushes the door closed, makes her way around the car towards the front of the house while searching for her keys in the pockets of her shorts. Both Nova and Nina are waiting for her on the porch — yes, the porch, Ava is very proud of that one — stretching their arms, little t-shirts riding up to show their tummies. Once upon a time, Ava and JC used to tickle them every time they’d do that, starting a tickle fight that JC always won. It’s when Nova started expressing that she didn’t want that that things got a little tense, since her father didn’t understand and would get offended.

Ava shakes her head, wiggles her keys as she slides them into the lock, the key ring that Nina made for mother’s day in pre-K jiggling against her palm.

The door opens into a dark room that smells musty but that’s probably because all the windows and shutters haven’t been opened for weeks. 

“Here we are,” Ava says, turning the lights on.

An endless room stretches in front of them, turning to the right around the staircase, which is right next to the door, after the narrow hallway leading to the smallest bathroom. Ava can already see the vision: the thrifted couch and chairs, the living room table they found on the sidewalk, the cushions the girls use for a pillow fight. It will all be their space, theirs and theirs alone.

“The kitchen is all the way to the right,” Ava explains as Nova and Nina start running ahead, slowly hyping themselves up for the discovery of the house. “There is a small bedroom behind the door after the stairs, I assume it’s gonna be mine if you take the three bedrooms upstairs.”

“Wait what?”

Both girls come back running, Nina with a confused frown on her face. 

“Three bedrooms?”

“Yeah, and there is another bathroom with a bathtub for all three of you, but I gotta warn you: I’m taking a bath in there at least once every two weeks.”

“We all get a bedroom?” Nina asks again, like she didn’t hear a word of that.

“Yeah, I already told you— didn’t I tell you?” Ava frown.

“You did,” Nova whispers, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “But we didn’t know…”

They didn’t know if she could pull it off. They didn’t know if she wasn’t going to come back empty handed with a guilty and sorry look on her face, telling them that she didn’t get the place and that they were living in the trailer park after all. Ava doesn’t blame them. They’ve both done that a lot.

“So we don’t have to share?” Nina asks.

Ava shakes her head, dropping a kiss into Neves’ hair.

“Nope. Although you’re going to have to decide which one of you gets which room.”

There is a beat of silence as they all look at her, and then both of the little girls are running up the stairs, yelling at each other as Neves asks to be put down and climbs after her sisters, disappearing into the dark.

“No running into the stairs!” Ava yells, but no one listens.

All three of the girls are all shouting in a concert of little voices, trying to decide which room is the biggest — Nina is going to win, because Nova doesn’t fight, she always takes the things her sisters don’t want (bottom bunk, ugliest towel, most-worn out shoes) but right now she’s trying to cheer Nina up, and because Neves, poor little Neves, was unfortunately born to be the youngest of her sisters, and therefore she loses every single argument.

Ava shakes her head in the middle of the front door, a smile tugging at her lips.

She’s a middle-aged white suburban dad from a horror movie, and her girls are okay.

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Chapter 28

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Dread. Dread cascades over me, stopping me in my tracks. Do I turn back around or keep walking toward the store? I can't just stand here. But I don't know where to go, how to even respond to the fact that that guy knows who I am.

"Ava, how long have you and Javi been seeing each other?" Another man calls out to me from behind his lens. I pull my sunglasses off of my head and over my eyes, hoping to shield myself from them as much as possible. My back is still turned from them, toward the store, but it's not enough. Panic rises in my throat, threatening hyperventilation. How did this happen? What the hell happened?

Two of the photographers move off the sidewalk, coming around in front of me. I know that I have to make a decision if I'm still going to the store or not. What was I even going to the store for? I can practically hear my heart in my ears, even over their shutter speed. Their flashes can't be too bright, given it's daytime. But they feel blinding, especially in the early morning glow. I know that I can't remain frozen here. It's only making it worse as they move to take more photos in front of me.

"How does it feel to have stolen Emma's man?" One of the men behind me shouts. It makes me jump, being that he must not be more than three feet from me.

Tears begin to cloud my vision. I cannot let them see me cry. Could they see tears through my sunglasses? It might not matter. I've been standing here for what seems like so long that it feels like the most important thing to just. Fucking. Move. I take a shaky step further down the sidewalk, and that one movement is like catnip to these vultures. They all jog in front of me now, and I sidestep into the street, getting startled by a car whizzing past. I sprint to the other side, but they follow right along. I trip on the sidewalk, turning in a circle as I regain my footing. I start to think of all the pictures they must have of me now. The clicking hasn't stopped since I stepped off my stoop, which is exactly where I'm heading now.

"Ava, Ava look this way!" One of the men shouts again. I instinctively glance their way and immediately regret it. It's going to look like I want the attention. They take the opportunity to shout at me again.

"Are you the youngest woman he's been with?"

"How's it feel to have a sugar daddy?"

Nausea churns in my stomach. There's no way I can make it to the store.

I jog once again back across the street, fumbling with my keys on the way back up my stoop. It takes all of my remaining effort not to start panting as my shaky hand wraps around the doorknob. Finally, finally, I'm back in my apartment. But as I rest my head briefly on the door, I realize that there is a camera pointed directly at my window. I nearly let out a scream, rushing to close my curtains. After they're all shut, I can now feel the full effect of my hammering heart beat. It's too much. I jog into my kitchen, but I feel like they can still see me. I move from my kitchen to my bedside table, snatching my phone off of it, taking the entire charging cord with it. My breathing is coming in and out at a rapid pace, and I jog without thinking into my bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I sink to the floor, wrapping my arms around myself.

Lana had said before that I might be looking for something negative. For something to be wrong. If I was looking for something to go wrong, I had found it.

I unwrap one arm from around my chest, pressing the power button on my phone.

"C'mon," I whine at my reflection in the screen, willing for it to turn on quicker.

As soon as it's up and running, the texts start pouring in.

Dozens from both Lana, Mia, and Javi, along with several missed calls, mainly from the latter. With shaking hands, I call Lana first. She answers before the first ring is over.

"There you are! Are you okay?"

"Lana, what's going on?" My lip quivers, and more tears spill onto my cheeks.

"There are pictures–from the wrap party. They're all over my timeline this morning. I'm so sorry babes." I can hear the heartbreak in her tone. I feel like I may pass out. If they're from the wrap party...

"What photos exactly? What are we doing in the photos?"

"I didn't want to send them over before talking to you, but I'll text them now."

I put her on speaker, pulling my knees to my chest while I wait. My phone pings again and I almost drop it clicking on her name.

A small, minuscule part of me is relieved that I am fully clothed in the photos. That part of me is almost obliterated when I see the second photo of us, fully embracing in a passionate kiss. All of them are from after we had sex, thankfully. But that is a small mercy. The way my hair is tousled, and how tightly he's grabbing my waist...that kiss. They captured it all. I knew someone was there that night. I felt it in that dread that followed me for the rest of the night, and the following morning. The part of me that knew I was right to be worried. I knew that door slamming had to mean someone was on the stairs. We hadn't heard them. Does that mean they have other, even more intimate photos, that we didn't hear them take? Who had taken them in the first place? Is Javi going to be in trouble with the studio? He was meeting with his manager yesterday...I hope he's not in trouble. When did these even come out?

"Aves, you okay?" Lana asks softly.

"Y-yeah." I sniffle, still zooming in out of the pictures. Everything is crystal clear. There is no mistaking either of our faces, warmed with lust and sparkling with something deeper. In another circumstance, I'd be happy to capture the memory. But now it just feels stolen.

"You're not okay."

"No... I'm not. I-I ruined his career, Lana. And today, they asked me if I stole Emma's man."

"What? Who asked you that?" Lana's tone grows even more concerned.

"The paparazzi. They cornered me on the way to the store."

Lana tuts her tongue, cursing. "That must have been scary."

"I left my phone here. I wouldn't have gone out, had I known." I feel empty, and my voice sounds just as void.

"I'm so so sorry, Ava. Do you want me to come over?"

"No. They'll see you. I need...I need a minute. I don't know what to do."

After a minute or so, Lana adds, "I think you should call Javi. It's okay to let him know what happened. It's okay to, you know, let him in."

My tears are fueled by anger now, and I don't want to take it out on her. "I know. I know. I'm going to call him in a minute. I'm going to let you go."

"Okay...let me know what you need."

"Thank you," I say tightly, more tears falling as I hang up.

I take a few deep breaths, looking around my tiny bathroom. I silently thank the real estate gods that I was unable to secure an apartment with a window in the bathroom like I previously wanted. What was originally a downside is now my sanctuary. They can't find me in here. Logically, I know that my curtains are probably thick enough to block out a photo clear enough for them to sell. But it feels too close.

It's quiet here. I want a few more minutes of quiet before I call Javi.

I take my time, tidying up the contents of my shower and brushing my teeth a second time before I do. My hands won't stop shaking, though I thought doing something might help. It doesn't, not really. I don't know what to say to Javi as I sit down again with my back against the door. I look through his messages first.

Javi: Ava I need to talk to you

Javi: I just tried calling, it's not going through

Javi: You were right. Someone was there, I'm so sorry. I'm talking to Jonah now, trying to see what we can do. My team is trying to get a hold of security footage to see who was near the entry to VIP

Javi: I'm getting worried. I want to apologize

Javi: I hope you're okay

The messages bring the tears back on full-force. My anger dissipates back into sadness and worry. If I keep waiting to know what to say, I could be in this bathroom for days. Before I can panic further, I call him.

He, too, picks up before the first ring even finishes.

"Ava, thank god. Are you okay?" He sounds frantic, worried. Caring, and soft.

"H-hey, um," Much to my embarrassment, I just lose it. I'm clearly sobbing. There's no way to hide it, and I'm just grateful it isn't a video call as I wipe the snot running from my nose.

I can hear him profusely apologizing even though his voice is gingerly soft. He continues to quietly apologize as I cry, giving me time to let it out. After several minutes, I rein the sobbing back into sniffles.

"I'm sorry," I choke out. He shushes me, but I continue anyway. "I've ruined your career. They were asking if you'd been with younger women before—"

"Who was asking?"

"The paparazzi. They cornered me when I was trying to leave my apartment, I think they're still outside."

"I'm coming over."

"No!" I'm surprised by my own volume. "You can't. Javi, it looks so bad. You can't come here. It'll prove it."

Javi pauses for a long moment. "Ava...we're past the point of proof. I know we were worried about that before, but..." He trails off, and that strong sense of dread comes back.

He's right. They know now. What else can we do?

"Maybe we can say it was just a one time thing?" I whisper.

"Even if we said that, it wouldn't get rid of it."

"Javi...the studio. Tom, and the press tour...I'm so sorry."

Javi's voice is soft, careful. "Don't apologize. Someone sold a private moment of ours, Ava. We're working with Tom. I'm going to see what I can do. I'm going to talk to Dwayne, too."

Dwayne. I'd been so caught up with everything that I forgot to worry about my job.

"Do you think he already knows?"

"Ava, I know you don't have social media but...everyone knows. The photos, they've been circulating all night."

And with that, my last shred of hope is shriveled up.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"I'm so sorry, baby...I want to be there with you." I can practically hear his eyebrows knitting together.

"I want that too, but I might have just ruined your career–"

"Stop saying that, it's not true. I'm just worried about you. This level of attention...we were worried about our coworkers, not the entire world."

We sit in silence for another minute.

"Maybe I should call Dwayne first." Javi thinks about it.

"I'll let you know once Jonah and I have talked with him. You're welcome to call him first, but I think having a plan in place for your safety as well as for the press tour will help with your conversation."

"Yeah...that sounds good."

"I know that nothing sounds good right now."

The corner of my mouth curves upward, just slightly. "Yeah. Not really."

For the third time, we don't speak. I get a sense that he won't be willing to hang up first. After a while, he says, "What if I have a car come pick you up? My home here is gated, it has security cameras."

I think about it for a moment. "Okay."

If I'm not mistaken, I think he sighs in relief. "I'll text you when the car is out front. I'll have the driver meet you at the door to escort you in. Take a breath, and don't look at the cameras or say anything to them."

"Okay," I say again.

"I...I'll see you soon."

"See you soon."

Thirty minutes later, I get up off the bathroom floor. I grab my tote bag, shoving some extra underwear, my toothbrush, and that damn phone charger inside. I put a baseball cap on, armed with my sunglasses, and march outside when I get Javi's text, before I can chicken out. Sure enough, all of the men with their cameras are still there, still ready. Still taking likely a hundred frames per minute. The driver, a man with white hair dressed seriously in a dark suit, greets me, placing his hand on my back and guiding me through the shouts of paparazzi.

Once in the car, I let out a shaky breath. The driver, who reintroduces himself as David, starts off in what I can only assume is the direction of Javi's house. I look down at my phone, thankful for the small mercy that is my lack of social media. Then I think about how those photographers just got new pictures to sell of me getting into this car. Maybe they won't know I'm going to see Javi, but they might write about it. They might make him look like he was taking advantage of me, or like he was cheating on Emma. No matter where I go, if it's in L.A., they'll be able to sell something about it.

"Um, David?" I make eye contact with him through the review mirror.

"Yes, Ms. Cohen?"

"Can you take me to LAX?"

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