#camila mendes fic

[wlw-imagines]

Inevitable - Camila Mendes/Reader

prompt: "Hello! Maybe something where reader joined the riverdale cast and her and Camila Mendes gets close?? Like they flirt every day and after a while they start dating? Thanks💋" - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing  

Your relationship with Camila had started out as a strange one. You were clearly bound to be friends from the moment you met when you joined the RIverdale cast for Season 2. The idea of joining a cast that had already bonded terrified you but she had welcomed you with open arms and always spent her spare time with you.

At first you had thought she was just one of those extra friendly people, her and Lili always mentioned how they got on so well from the beginning, but your friendship wasn't really like that. At least not in your eyes.

That may have been because you had very quickly developed feelings for the girl. Your relationship had quickly become a flirtatious one, only fuelling your feelings. But you were sure that for her it was only ever going to be a friendship - flirting with one another was only a competition of who could be the bigger flirt. You were convinced she would never feel the same as you did.

You were walking across the car park to the set for your first filming, the costume you were wearing already felt like home and the friends you were with already felt like family. You were all joking together when you were distracted by a distant wolf whistle.

Looking up, you noticed Camila standing in the direction you were walking towards. Once she noticed you were looking again she wolf whistled again and you could just about see her wiggling her eyebrows with a cheeky grin.

You looked behind you, slightly confused, "Who's she-?" Madeleine laughed and hung her arm around your shoulders and Lili smirked. "What?"

"You just got cat-called by Cami, congrats." Lili squeezed you lightly, “She means well. It must be her horny teen way of flirting, I think.”

"Who... with me?" The two nodded, laughing. "Huh?" You glanced at Camila again who was still looking at you but obviously attempting to pretend not to.

Lili looked between the two of you and let out a small gasp, "Are you guys dating?"

"What? No!" You shook your head. You'd only known each other just under a month, not that that had stopped you falling half in love with the girl.

"Well, I'm calling it. It's happening." She shrugged as if you no longer had a say in the matter any longer, it was fate. You just shook your head and rolled your eyes before heading on set.

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It had been three weeks since you had started filming with the cast of Riverdale and you were glad to say that your character hadn't been murdered off just yet, hopefully insinuating that they liked you.

You had really settled in at this point, having to spend hours in makeup helped forge your friendships with the crew and spending even longer with your fellow actors behind the scenes meant you were as close as could be. It was strange how quickly you could make friends when you were together 24/7 in their highs and lows.

Right now was one of your lows.

You were in makeup, it was 4:20 in the morning and you wouldn't exactly say you were elated to be there. Michelle, the woman who worked on your makeup, had made your life as cheerful as it could be at such an early hour. Even so, when you had to look in the wall mirror in front of your chair, you'd immediately noticed the bed hair and dark circles under your eyes. Michelle had her work cut out for her today.

And talking about Michelle, she had disappeared. She had told you where she was going but you were definitely not concentrating. So you were kind of surprised that when you heard someone come up behind you, it wasn't Michelle but Camila standing there.

"Looking hot Y/N." You looked at Camila in time to see her wink at you, already in full make-up and her cheerleading costume. Not for the first time since meeting her, you felt the butterflies in your stomach but shook them off and jokingly rolled your eyes.

"Right back at you Mendes." You attempt to wink back but since you were still half asleep you failed miserably, causing the other girl to throw her head back and let out a loud laugh.

She came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders so you were both looking at each other in the mirror. "You know, I think you're cute... so I mean this in the most loving, supportive way but- you actually look slightly like death. You sleep okay?"

"Mhmm," You nodded, not wanting to delve into a deep discussion about your sleeping issues. It did, however, make your heart skip a beat to see Camila look genuinely concerned for you, but before she had the chance to push further you moved the conversation on, "I mean, obviously I would have slept better if you were by my side."

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards as she shook her head and softly said "You're welcome to join me any time". She stood there for a moment, just looking at you before taking a deep breath and unwrapping her arms from you and straightening up, "I'll see you on set Y/N."

"Yep, see you." You gave a small wave but was quickly distracted by Michelle reappearing out of the storage cupboard. And so began the torturous session of hair being styled, lips being painted and eyelashes being curled (it was never ending).

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Moments like these were some of your favourites. You had reached the end of filming for the second season and so most of the cast were hanging out at Madeleine and Lili's as an end of season party. You had bought in a load of pizzas and KJ had brought alcohol. A lot of alcohol. You all took this as an opportunity to chill out, gossip and just let your hair down.

It didn't take anyone long to get way too drunk, everyone apart from Camila and Lili who seemed to be making sure no one set the apartment (or themselves) on fire.

"Camila." You smiled as you fell down next to her on the sofa, "You look very sober."

She smiled and looked at you, and if you were sober you would definitely have managed to notice the heart eyes she had when looking at you. Drunk you just thought you were hallucinating. "And you are very drunk. Come on, I'm taking you to a bed." She stood up and helped you up as well, holding you close to her to keep you steady.

"At least take me on a date first." You laughed, swaying dangerously close to her lips.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly, "Mhmm, maybe tomorrow."

You nodded, seemed a fair enough deal, "I'm holding you to that."

"I'm not so sure you'll remember." She opened the door to Madeleine's room (Madeleine was already passed out on another sofa) and placed you on the bed, "Wait here, I'll get you some water." Camila walked out and you let yourself fall back on the bed and closed your eyes. In no time at all, Camila was back with a plastic cup of cold water. She helped you sit up and drink some before relaxing slightly, her protective side showing ever so slightly.

You glanced at your water and then to the girl sitting next to you before smiling a very drunk smile, "Okay, okay. Cam, what's your opinion on water?" She took one look at you and shook her head, laughing.

"Oh god, this isn't your attempt at drunk flirting, is it?"

Nearly tipping your glass of water, you tried rolling your eyes before putting your hand on her knee, "Just answer the question, dumbass."

She cleared her throat and licked her lips, looking down at your hand before answering, "Alright, I, uh, I like water. It's good. Why?"

"Because, that means you like 80% of me."

Her face broke out in a smile and she kissed your temple (although that may have been something you also hallucinated in a drunken haze) "Oh babe, I like 100% of you." She moved some hair out of your face and took the glass of water away, putting it on the bedside table. "Come on, let's get you into bed." She stood you up again and begun to unbutton your trousers.

'Woah, woah, woah. Stranger danger." You mumbled, squirming away.

"Y/N? I'm not trying anything, I'm just-"

"Nope."

"You'll be uncomfortable sleeping in your jeans, I'm just-"

"Away!"

"You are such a pain, get in bed." Giving in, Camila forced you under the duvet and was about to leave when you pulled her in next to you.

"Good night Cam." You mumbled, wrapping your arms around her. She was about to protest when she looked at you and suddenly couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be.

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It had been a few months since you had seen your friends and cast members. You had been completely absorbed with your latest project working on Supergirl and hadn't managed to see anyone. That was until you started the press run for Riverdale. AKA days of interviews, comic con panels, photoshoots. Doing all this only reminded you of how much you were in love with Camila. You were hardly able to look away from her in any interview.

It took until the very end of your press tour to decide to confess. You were tired, in love, and ever so slightly drunk when you knocked on her hotel door.

Camila opened the door and looked suitably surprised to see you. She opened her mouth to say something but you interrupted her. "I've just realised something." You stared at her, taking everything about her in. This made you pause long enough that she spoke up.

"It's 2am, you're either drunk or you've finally realised that you're completely and totally in love with me." She smirked slightly but you didn’t miss the slight way her eyes dulled. You grinned and stepped (swayed) closer to her.

"Yeah."

Rolling her eyes, she gave you a fond look and pulled you into her room, closing the door behind you. "Right, I'll get you some water. Come on, I-"

"What? Why would I need water for- oh, no. I'm... It's not the drunk option. Although I did have a bit of liquid courage before with the guys at the bar to get me to-" You stopped yourself from rambling and shook your head. "I love you Camila."

Her hands became still as she looked at you, her mouth hanging open slightly in shock and her eyebrows raised. She blinked a couple of times before she cleared her throat and forced a smile. "You're drunk, kind of reminds me of the end of season party." She shook her head, "You don't mean that. Or you won't in the morning." She bowed her head, distracting herself by fixing you up a glass of water, making it look like a much harder job than it really was.

You frowned at her reaction, not quite expecting that from her. You didn't truly know what it meant but you stepped forwards, taking the glass out of her hands and turning the tap off. Putting both hands under her chin, you softly pushed her chin up so she was looking at you.

"Camila, it has taken me way too long to say this.. but, I love you. And that really isn't alcohol talking." Softly but surely you placed your lips on hers, finally doing what you should have done months ago.

Camila pulled away and smiled, keeping her arms around you and your body close to hers, "Y/N? I love you too."

[darwinquark]

THOSE KIND OF FRIENDS, chapter 11

"His eyes skimmed off the road for what must've been the tenth time since they'd left the diner, chancing over the head-to-toe black get-up she'd opted for. His mouth struggled to fight off a slant. She had black combat boots on. A black knit cap. Black fingerless gloves. A black fanny pack.

It was like she'd googled 'criminal'."

[iamnathannah]

Sasha/Raquelle Headcanon

I was just thinking about Sasha (which is rare because I usually focus on Glorbie) and I keep thinking about what would happen if Raquelle existed within Barbieland; like I can see her having this secret connection to Life in the Dreamhouse where her and her friend group still quote and meme it, but Sasha has this quiet relation to Raquelle and that part of her teen attitude comes from seeing herself in her. I headcanon Raquelle as Camila Mendes and Brazilian-American (a little different from LITD canon I know).

She's not of course telling anyone this, and of course when Barbie breaches into the Real World, she dismisses that Raquelle is part of Barbie's world because she's kind of thrown off by everything.

But while her mom and Stereotypical Barbie are trying to fix the other Barbies and stop the Kens, she ends up bumping into Raquelle (who is immune to everything as a not-Barbie) and...she's stopped.

Raquelle in her actual living form (for Barbieland of course) is gorgeous. Her voice is hot and somehow, Raquelle immediately recognizes her. "Ah, hey Sash," she says, and it shifts her entire world and they stop for an hour or two and end up talking about their lives. It's something that throws her off, but she likes it.

But she can only picture herself friendly to Raquelle and does so; she's not her same age, and though she knows the shine between her mom and Barbie, Sasha herself doesn't really think it connects the same way because she's still a teenager. After their one meeting, Sasha returns to the Real World with Gloria, and then later Barbie, and of course they have that inter-dimensional connection which results in them being soulmates who are such U-Haulers it's ridiculous, her dad moves out on good terms, and life happens with Barbie her stepmother and her mother beyond happy.

In her own life, the teenage years happen; she has her first kiss, her first boyfriend (for a day when she realizes she doesn't bend towards men), her first girlfriend and everything that comes with being a high schooler in the 2020s. Her and Jade eventually fall in love, but they realize after prom, when Jade gets accepted to UChicago and she ends up getting a soccer scholarship to her mom's beloved alma mater of USC, that they cannot keep a long-distance relationship and they platonically go their separate ways. Cloe goes with her to USC, but they've never felt anything but friendship for each other, though she with the other three gals are all supportive of each other and have the deepest of bonds.

She gets settled into campus, gets comfortable with her teammates and figures out how to balance both sports and academics along with everything else. She's about two months in when Cloe texts her and asks her to pick up a coffee order at a cart she loves before they meet in the library. Sasha's an energy drink girlie so she's not usually near a coffee cart, but she knows her friend can't survive without a certain type of caffeine.

Sasha steps into line, orders the drink (a big and syrupy sugary iced coffee; even for her Red Bull-chugging self she can not understand the big deal about so much syrup, sugar and caffeine) and talks with the barista about it. "I promise I wouldn't order this for myself," she explains, "I affectionately refer to my friend as Ghostie, that's how much she IS a white girl."

"Yeah, my girl Barbie, she orders all the caf and all the sugar." Sasha pauses as she processes the sound of her mom's name, and then...

"Ken's is worse though, all the milk and sugar, it makes him hyper–" The freshman turns around as the barista makes up her drink. "Hold on, how do you..." Her voice lowers as she looks up, seeing those familiar deep browns and that small nose...and ugggh, she still found herself waking up in a cold sweat when those eyebrows were raised at her in a fantasy.

"¡No me digas!" The second generation Honduramerican throws herself back in shock. "Raquelle?! What the fuck?" The Brazilian former doll indeed throws up an eyebrow, while pushing $15 onto the barrista's counter. "Didn't expect to see me again, filhinho?"

Sasha is flustered. Shit, she's so...ugggh. "What...how are you, I...thank you, the hell, Raq?" she takes the drink placed in her hand with a rushed out thank you as the girl knows she's gone, then Raquelle grasps her boldly by the shoulder to pull her away. She doesn't question it, and they sit down on a bench just a bit away as the beautiful woman settles Sasha down. "Hey, oh, you've grown into yourself," she compliments. "I hope you didn't mind that we met so soon." "So...soon?" Sasha looks away. "Huh, I, uh, um..." Her gaze sticks onto Raquelle. "I..." she points. "No, I...what?"

"That writing prompt in that class, I heard it and I had to talk to Ruth, get here. I'm a senior TA with Dr. de Seixas over in the linguistics department, so my–" "Fuck, it was that poem." Sasha locked into the assignment from two days ago. "I was caring for Moira and then I put that into that work and after I sat down...that was how Mom felt." "It was, you got a doll from the Mattel site for her. I know I'm a bit of an asshole, but that you help sit your roommate's kid and I'm sure she's very grateful for that." "No big deal," Sasha brushes off. "I said I didn't mind kids when dorms were handed out and Tegan created a cute gal; pity about her dad, though."

"Asshole, definitely." Warm brown eyes regarded the other young woman softly as she commented on how Moira's father and family wanted nothing to do with her. "Never wouldn't thought that Barbie would settle down and have a wife."

"And kids?"

"The biggest surprise." Raquelle giggles knowing that she'd have to check in with her longtime frenemy, now six months pregnant through IVF with a girl, one of Gloria's eggs saved from her college days soon to be Sasha's biological sister. "We were always at it in Barbieland but you can't deny her motherly instincts and your mama only helped." She brushed her fingers against Sasha's hand. "An ol' and sassy chip off the ol' block."

"Oh." Sasha shudders, her usual nature to be cool and collected slipping away as she internally felt warm having Raquelle's voice so close to her...along with her lips. "You...you have a...role here? Now? Like Barbie?"

"All human here, mija. Promise. Though like B's age adjusting a few years younger to your mami's when she went through the kitchen I'm a bit more less Miranda Priestley to you, more closer to Olivia Rodrigo. But I'd say I'm much more attainable, my dear little S. Te adora."

Sasha gasps deeply, the feelings so strong for her own ex-doll, she couldn't believe it. "She's gonna freak the fuck out, you know," she asserts. "And dear God, when Barbie–"

"We settled our shit from the Dreamhouse days, I've tempered in old doll age, I promise ya...amorzinha." Raquelle notices Sasha about to spill her friend's coffee. "Let's get this to Cloe, and maybe you can catch me up on a few things...like how you tuck me into bed after Moira finishes her play the same as your mama did with Barbie when you were younger? I always sleep better thinking of you."

This time, Sasha felt the electric connection and her nerve finally return, and she sucked in her lip, rubbing Raquelle's thumb. "So if you know that, you definitely know that–"

"Your 'personal massager' your ex gave you for your last birthday has my name etched onto it and about your explicit self-insert fics about yours truly on your GDrive?" Sasha's personal space is but inches, with the deep russet lip which contrasts well with Roquelle's dark and broad eyebrows, her winged lashes just utterly undoing the usually bitter and sarcastic girl, who had her mom's temperament and looks, but definitely had her father's wariness and sense of humor. "The one where we ended up in the club bathroom was especially...arousing."

With her pulse pounding, Sasha threw caution to the wind. "Definitely need to sooo live that out with you, Raqui." She takes the other woman's hand and pulls her in, and Cloe's latte clatters gracelessly to the ground.

"Sash, shit–"

"Clo can live without her energy boost, I've waited five years to truly know you, mi princesa vanidosa." All rationale thought is lost between the young women as Sasha closes both the dimensional and physical space between them for the first time...

[atmymercy]

Riverdale Fanfic

Title: Burger Love

Ship: Jeronica.

Summary:

Invites sent, kissed and sealed for the Blossoming Fall Party at Cheryl's. The gang was excited to have a night out, yet Veronica was not expecting to see Jughead joining. He wasn't the party-going type so why is he here? Especially after she just admitted a tipsy secret!

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Set in Season 1.

[ a03 link - chapter 1 ]

[centravolonial]

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[anotherbluesunday]

✨Fic Update: In Technicolor—Ch.6: Secrets You Keep (Reggie)✨

Crowds finally catching up with us now that it was safe on the track, they came down in gobs hanging onto the sides of their rides--girls standing straight out the top of moon roofs while guys held on tight to the interior oh-shit handles while pressing up against the side doors. Swarmed as they reached us, I found Pretty Boy among them. Smiled brighter with more than just the lingering thrill pulsing in my veins when the distance between us closed.

Hands taking hold of my face on either side, he brought me in for a kiss that was all tongues, hot breath, and bites to each others lips. Fuck, he was good at this. Little devil, he'd done this before and I couldn't be hotter under the collar for him. Growling at the fingers tugging at the roots of my hair, I pulled away some. Looked at him in a way that let him know he was in trouble. Loved how Pretty Boy grinned that cheeky fucking smile knowing exactly what I was going to do to him.

"Name...?" I implored, politely. I may be itching to savage him but I could be a gentleman.

"Trevor." Kissing my chin with a suck at the end, I was almost hypnotized by those baby blues. "You?"

"Reggie."

"Reggie?" Trevor purred, his hands slipping into my back pockets to give my ass a squeeze. "I like it. So Reggie, you free tonight? And tomorrow morning?"

"Depends."

His heart-shaped lips curled in the corners. "On?"

"Your stamina."

"Good thing for you I run track."

"And I'm a medaling swimmer."

"Then we can settle the score on who's got better endurance, swimmers or runners." Squeezing my cheeks again through the rigid denim that was getting pretty tight now up front, Trevor batted his lashes at me. Worked me like I worked my cars. He was really good. "You game?"

Gripping his hip hard, I couldn't help how jazzed it made me feel seeing this guy just melt into my touch. So close. He was so close to perfect. I knew it was fucked up using him as a stunt double for the person I wish was standing in front of me. I felt like shit every morning after each hookup. But I couldn't stop myself. My urges and desires were beyond me now and it was this or lose a friend. My best, dearest, and most treasured friend. So I again, I exercised caution and was responsible. Picked the boys that looked like Archie but weren't Archie. The "almosts but not quite's." And Trevor was a near perfect almost.

Dipping my head down, I kissed him good. Long and slow. Made sure Trevor was chasing my tongue with a sigh when I pulled away. Looking at him now, I felt that knife in my chest twist when instead of blue I saw molten amber. Golden caramels with flames of orange instead of serene aquamarine.

Close but not quite.

Almost but not perfect.

"I'm game."

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[spikezonebby]

Hi again, sorry i mess it i hope it is right now ^^, a request for song fics could you with tfp optimus prime with the song Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello - Señorita with a fem!human!reader, genre to Romance?

Senorita - TFP!Optimus Prime/Fem!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,672

Your first meeting had actually been entirely an accident. Optimus knew some humans had an affinity for vehicles, and you were one of them. Even a Prime can only take so much fawning over his grill, rims, or decals before he gets flustered and ends up blowing his cover.

That set the tone pretty well for how your entire relationship with Optimus was going to go. The other Autobots treated their leader with all the grace and dignity deserved of a Prime, but you never let the great title dictate how you treated Optimus. You weren’t ever afraid to speak your mind or ask questions. You questioned his commands, not to undermine him but to genuinely understand and clarify. 

You seemed to find everything Optimus said fascinating, and when he’d watch you he could see the inner gears of your mind chugging along. Picking apart his words and always seeming to know exactly what was on his mind, even when he himself wasn’t entirely sure. You were the probing sort, someone Ratchet often found meddlesome and too-like Miko, but there was a grace to your inquiries. 

Optimus was, perhaps, somewhat shy to admit that he liked it when you asked about his past. Especially when you would ask about the moments that weren’t so great or grave, like his walk home in the evenings from the Hall of Records or his favorite small pleasures. There was something warm, familiar, even humbling to the idea that your two lives weren’t too different.

You used to work at a bookstore and did its inventory, spending hours organizing piles upon piles of books. He would spend cycles listening and sorting through videos and audio files to archive them in their appropriate places. You’d stop on your way home and get a donut and coffee. He’d occasionally indulge and get himself a slice of chrome-alloy cake.

Optimus did not consider himself a poet, nor any other kind of lyrical savant, but he would describe the closeness he felt to you as… magnetic. He found his gaze drawn to you in the room, your laugh made his spark skip in his chassis, and even the persistent hum of the matrix seemed more at ease around you. 

He wondered if, maybe, you knew what you did to him. It certainly seemed like you knew when you’d come close to him and lay on the lower portion of his chassis, just beneath his windshield. It seemed like you knee when you’d find a quiet moment to rest with him in his seldom-used quarters, your whole tiny body level with his face. For someone who could fit in the palm of his servo, you liked to make your physical presence known and tangible. 

He couldn’t say he minded. In fact, that was a thing that brought quite a bit of distress to the poor Prime’s mind in the moments that should be peaceful. The longer he knew you, the more enthralling the pull became. He found himself wondering if you’d hate it if he curled his servo around you, cupping you between his digits like a treasure. He thinks about the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body, should you finally close the distance between them.

You were human. You were fragile. Leaders weren’t built to have fragile things, but protect them regardless.

But he still wanted you. Enough to forgo the logical sense he had to distance himself and instead, let you keep invading his space and his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to stop this.

Not when you invited yourself into his quarters, shimmied your way up to the space on his berth right beside his neck cables and jaw, and built your own little nest of blankets and pillows there. Not when you had so much faith in him, and talked to him about all of the soft things he thought they’d killed in this war.

“That’s Neocybex, right?” You ask, snuggled up beside his audial as he laid on his back, both of you looking on up at the data pad he had in his servos. He pauses in his scrolling through, balancing the stylus in his grip as he tilts the data pad further for you to read.

“Some of it is. Other parts, like here,” He scrolls down, “Are Primal Vernacular.”

“A different dialect or a different language wholly?”

“Neither. Primal Vernacular was the predecessor of the Neocybex all Cybertronians came to speak in modern times. When I was given the Matrix of Leadership and all of its knowledge, I was also gifted the ability to speak and read this ancient Cybertronian language. I find it easier, sometimes, to take notes in.”

You sit up a little, bracing yourself with a hand on his cheek vent. “So you’re the only one that knows how to speak it?”

“Most likely.” Optimus admits, somewhat sullen, “Even before the war, it was considered a dead language on Cybertron. Transcriptions existed of people speaking the language but as Neocybex became more common, it simply was lost to time.”

You hum, and leaning this close to them, he can feel the way the small sound rumbles up through your chest.

“Teach me. At least a word or two. Something I can remember.”

“You wish to learn Neocybex? I do not know if your organic vocalizer can reproduce the sound.”

“No, no! Primal Vernacular! The letters almost remind me of… Arabic. That’s a human language so, surely I can wrap my head around some of that.”

His spark warms at that, your enthusiasm contagious. It couldn’t hurt to attempt it, it would be a good excuse to brush up on his own pronunciation.

“Ṣdyq,” He begins. “It means ‘friend.’ And if you begin it with Rjl, it becomes ‘brother.’”

“Oh so it has different rules than Earth’s version of Arabic.”

“Yes. It is fascinating, is it not? That humans have taken such an old language and made it their own?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice in a way. Makes things feel less…” You fish around in your thoughts for the proper word, then hum. “Lonely. Yeah. So… Rjl… Ṣdyq… means ‘brother.’ How do you say ‘sister,’ then?”

Optimus’ lip plates quirk into the shallow shape of a smile, spark warmed by your botched attempt to match his pronunciation. 

“The translations of the words are different based on their cultural meanings. Cybertronians are very rarely forged with siblings, so ‘brother’ means something closer to ‘ally.’ A feminine version of the word didn’t appear until very late, when femmes started to become more prominent. It was very rarely used though, mostly due to the… intimate implications of the word. I once listened to an interview with a linguist on the matter and he theorized that it was coined initially by Megatronus Prime of the Thirteen, as a term of endearment Solus Prime. It’s ‘Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq.’”

Now that has you fascinated.  Optimus often chose his words carefully, using them as a tool for peace and command just as often as he used his own two servos. With you, conversation came easier. Optimus only had a select few people whom he knew and trusted to allow him to talk so easily.

You stood up, keeping one hand against his jaw as you walked around him. He could feel you use him to steady your steps as you hoisted yourself up onto his neck cables. You were so light he hardly felt the pressure at all. Instinctively his servo came down to gently cup behind your back, fearing you might fall off.

“What are you doing?” He asks, but he doesn’t sound irritated. Worried maybe, curious mostly.

“I want to see the way your mouth moves when you say those words.”

It’s an innocent goal, he insists it is. A request to turn on his first level of cooling fans pops up on his HUD view. He almost denies it, then worries that he might grow too warm for you to touch. In the end he does allow them to kick on and wholly misses the way it makes you smirk.

“Come on, boss. Say ‘em.” You coax, resting your folded arms against his chin, “Please?”

Optimus looks down past his nose, examining your face as his fans cycle a little faster. Right, it would be rude to refuse you whatever small teaching aid he could offer. Even if it was unorthodox.

“Ṣdyq.” He says. You lean forward a bit, watching the way his lips move with every sound. “‘Friend.’”

“Uh-huh.”

“Rjl Ṣdyq.” You reach out and trail your tiny fingers across his bottom lip. Optimus loses his train of thought.

“Which means?” You prompt him, feigning forgetfulness.

“Ah, ‘ally.’” He can see the way you bounce a little when he swallows the thick lump forming in the back of his intake.

“Cool, cool.” When had you gotten so close to him? And it didn’t seem like you minded at all as you even used his servo balancing you from behind to boost yourself up and lay across the flat plane of his chin. 

He says your name softly. His data pad is forgotten in favor of clutching onto the tarp and padding on the berth beneath him.

“And what’s the last one?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” When had he started to feel so breathless? Like his fans weren’t cycling enough air.

“Mmmhm… I like that one. There’s something about the way you say it. Say it again, please?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” He says again, just so he can hear the joy on your voice when you giggle, “Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq. And it means– mhm?”

Before he can even finish his statement, your small, warm lips press to his bottom lip, silencing him quicker and easier than even the sound of blaster fire. His servo cups closer behind you and he knows he should stop this, he knows he doesn’t deserve this, but you make it so, so clear you want to give it to him.

And in the end… who was he to deny his Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq?

[flurry-of-stars]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☼𝓞 𝓢𝓸𝓵 𝓮 𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓪☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Idol! Nikolai x Idol! Reader

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Fluff, romance, reader is a bit anxious/experiencing some self-doubts.

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 3.2k 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: I was possessed, trust. It's been a rough week so I'm writing something soft. This was only meant to be like 1k words so oopsss. Set a few years before this fic! Also this is my first time writing a proper dance scene so-- (ᵕ—ᴗ—) Also, also for the songs mentioned, the first could be any song of your choosing! I listened to like three different songs so ( ≧ᗜ≦) For the second, it's Señorita by Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes. And the third is We're in love by Boygenius ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 ♡

You were like the moon. Mystifyingly bewitching, with an aura of mystery and intrigue that drew Nikolai’s gaze like a moth to a flame.

His heterochromatic eyes remain fixed on you as you twirl and dance to the pulsating rhythm of the music, following the choreography you’d meticulously crafted together over the past two months. 

Your movements were graceful and energetic, your body gliding effortlessly across the stage as you immersed yourself in your performance, the ruffles of your short blue skirt and white blouse swaying with your movements.

From time to time, you lift a prop microphone to your lips, singing along with the song playing. Though Nikolai notices you mostly forget to lift the prop when you sing. But it’s not a big deal; not when your dance was flawless, every step executed with precision and passion. Not to mention the way you kept a steady singing voice while dancing across the stage like this. As you dance under the soft, white light of the theatre stage, bathed in the glow of the spotlight that make you shine like a star, Nikolai leans back in his seat, captivated by your performance.

The generic pop song served as the backing track for your stunning performance, it’s upbeat tempo driving the rhythm of your dance, filling the air with an infectious energy. He flashes you a mischievous grin as you walk up to the edge of the stage, crouching, pretending to reach out to touch his hand as if he would be an adoring fan.

He chuckles under his breath; well, he supposed he was technically your biggest fan.

A sweet smile adorns your face as you extend your hand towards his when suddenly, a devious glint flickers in his eyes. He suddenly seizes your wrist, pulling you off the stage with a playful tug. A surprised squeal escapes your lips, the prop microphone slipping from your grasp as he easily pulls you into his embrace. His grin widens as he nuzzles into the side of your face, the pop song fading into silence as your playlist comes to an end.  “Kolya~!” You giggle as he peppers kisses the side of your neck and cheek, showering you with affection. Your hands find their way to his cheeks, cupping them tenderly as your foreheads press together tenderly. You whisper, “You’re supposed to be critiquing me…~” “Mmm, here’s my critique,” he murmurs,leaning in to kiss your nose fleetingly, “Perfect~”

He moves to your cheek, pressing a soft kiss against it, “Remarkable~”

And the other, “Dazzling~”

Finally, his lips hover just millimeters from yours, teasingly close. Your warm breath intermingles with his, and you catch the scent of the cologne he’s chosen to wear today. It smells rich and sweet, reminiscent of a sticky caramel apple bought fresh from the fair.

Your fingers tenderly caress his soft cheeks, your index finger tenderly caressing the bottom of the scar sliced down his left eye as he hums, moving in closer. “You looked like a true idol~” He finishes, letting his lips press to yours in a tender kiss. Your lips melt into his, pressing together like two pieces of a puzzle. As though you were meant to be. It lasts only a few seconds before he withdraws, pale blue and green eyes gleaming with a mixture of warmth and playfulness as he tousles your hair, earning another delighted squeal from you, “I don’t understand why you’re so anxious about the audition, songbird. You have a natural gift for this.” As you smooth down your hair, a lingering sense of uncertainty and doubt persists in the depths of your heart.

Nikolai had been saying that on repeat ever since you first shared the flyer for the auditions with him. He had been genuinely excited and eager to join you in trying out for this new idol company. You knew without a shadow of a doubt that Nikolai would shine. 

As the university’s most known theatre major, he ranked at the top of his class, exuding charisma and a presence fit for the stage. He was like the sun, radiating confident, full of energy, yet veiled in an air of mystery not even you had even uncovered yet. One thing was for certain; he was born for the stage. Compared to you, who merely dreamed of actually performing. That’s why only one of you was a theatre major. He was captivating and talented beyond his years. You weren’t the only one who thought that.

According to the rumours you’d overheard, well known and popular acting companies and directors were reaching out to him, vying for his attention. His name was becoming more and more well known around the country.

It left you lying awake at night in your shared dorm, wondering if he’d actually received these opportunities and hadn't told you about them. Or if he’d accept one without even mentioning it to you first.  Would Nikolai actually do that? Would he really accept one of these opportunities without discussing it with you first? It wouldn't surprise you; after all, the sun didn’t need the moon in order to shine… His reaction when you presented him with the audition flyer mirrored how you’d always imagined he would react when the talent scouts came knocking.

And yet, when the rumours began circulating, you’d returned to your shared dorm to find him idly playing a game, engrossed by it in fact. Well, until you walked in at least. 

At this moment, sitting in silence like this, Nikolai’s gaze scans your features, eyes narrowing slightly.

A subtle frown tugs at your lips, your expression troubled. Your brows knit together with concern and your eyes shimmer with self-doubt. With a soft exhale, Nikolai discerns your anxiety and inner turmoil all too well. You gasp as Nikolai suddenly scoops you up, rising out of the theatre's cramped chair and carrying you back towards the stage as if you weighed nothing.

His shoes thump against the hardwood of the stage, gently moving his arms and helping you place your feet back onto the ground. “Let’s practice the duo routine,” he brightly suggested, his hand reaching out towards yours, his mismatched eyes glimmering under the intense lights of the stage that shone around him like a halo of light, casting his frame in the warm light. Illuminating. Just like the sun. Your bottom lip trembles, brows furrowing and eyes moving between Nikolai’s warm, comforting smile and the hand he’s offering you. You reach out for a moment, hesitating. Your hand pauses before you begin to draw it back. But Nikolai doesn’t let you refuse him, his hand reaching forward to grab your hand before you can recoil. His fingers intertwine with yours as he pulls you in, a soft gasp escaping you, your chest almost pressing against his toned chest. He gives you a sly grin, his eyes shining with mischief, “Well? Are you gonna start the music~?” There’s a flutter of urgency in your chest as you turn your head, calling out your phone in a soft voice as you pull away from each other. Your voice echoes across the empty theatre as you walk to one side of the stage and Nikolai to the other, “Play my duo playlist.” A few heartbeats later, the first notes of a Latin Pop melody fill the empty theatre, its rhythm moderate and enticing.

The smooth, sultry beat pulses through the room, electrifying the atmosphere. Your heart quickens, a mixture of excitement and anxiety pumping through your veins. For months, amidst the chaos of exams and assignments, you’ve rehearsed this choreography relentlessly and now, as the music envelops you, it’s time to prove how far you’ve come. You follow Nikolai’s lead, his confident strides drawing you towards the centre of the stage. With each step, the spotlight intensifies, casting a warm glow upon you in anticipation. As you inhale deeply, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind, Nikolai’s voice cuts through the chaos. “Songbird.” He murmurs, his tone gentle yet firm, pulling you back from the edge of your nerves. You meet his gaze and a reassuring smile curves onto his lips, “Don’t overthink it. Let the music guide you. Trust yourself, remember?” You nod, swallowing the lump of apprehension in your throat. Trust. Feel. Pushing aside your doubts, you allow yourself to submit to the intoxicating rhythm of the music. Your body moves instinctively, syncing with Nikolai’s as your body brushes against his, the heat of his presence searing through the air. His touch is electrifying as his hand trails from your hair down to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against it in silent reassurance. Your own gentle hands find their place on his broad chest, a tangible connection that grounds you in the moment as you caress the soft fabric of his tight, ruffled top and the firm muscles beneath.

With a gentle push, you feign resistance, a playful spark igniting between you as you dance. It’s not just a choreography now; it’s a story woven through movement and touch. You begin to lose yourself in the dance, the boundaries between reality and performance blurring, leaving only the raw emotion pulsing between you and Nikolai.

His hand delicately intertwines with yours, the rhythm of the music guiding your swaying hips in perfect harmony.

But as the tension mounts, you pull away, your backs now pressed intimately against each other, the heat between you palpable. In this moment of separation, the spark between you ignites into a familiar blaze of passion, drawing you back together in a magnetic pull.

As you turn to face one another, your hand grazes his chest, sensing the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch.

His gaze, a mesmerizing blend of colors, smolders with an underlying fervor for you, compelling you to circle around him. His grasp on your hand is firm yet tender, drawing you back into his embrace.

With the music swelling around you, Nikolai's hand finds your knee, pulling you into a graceful dip, your foreheads meeting in a fleeting moment of tenderness. In the depths of his captivating eyes, the flames of desire burn brightly, consuming you both in their fiery embrace. Lost in the moment, you almost falter, but his touch grounds you, guiding you back to your feet and into the next sequence of the dance.

As you gracefully execute your solo choreography, Nikolai mirrors your movements, his own steps echoing a tale of unwavering devotion and determination.

Each twirl and flourish of his hands speaks volumes of his relentless pursuit of your heart.

In contrast, your choreography tells a story of vulnerability and guardedness, a woman wary of surrendering to love once more.

But as your bodies draw near once more, the narrative shifts, the barriers crumbling in the face of undeniable attraction. His hands find your hips, anchoring you to him, while your arms encircle his shoulders, sealing the inevitable conclusion of your intertwined destinies.

In this dance of love and longing, the conclusion is clear: he has won your heart, just as you have won his.

As the music fades into the background, the echo of your shared journey lingers in the air, a testament to the power of connection and the magic of the dance.

You pant softly, not pulling away from Nikolai right away as he holds you. His blue-green eyes shine under the stagelight like two burning stars, aching for you. His warm breath lightly caresses your lips as he leans in close to you. You move closer to him as the next song begins to play; a soft indie folk song this time.

The tempo is much slower, more gentle. It’s a song from the playlist you made for yourself and Nikolai. You’re not sure how this song ended up on your duo playlist. It isn’t exactly a melody you could dance to. But the gentle melody tugs you closer to Nikolai. Your soft lips linger near his, overwhelmed by the rich smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body. Only then to pause right before making contact. What if I’m not enough for him? As if overhearing your inner fears, Nikolai takes the plunge with renewed vigor. He suddenly lifts you off the ground, making you gasp in surprise, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly.

One palm rests under your rear, supporting you. The other grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in for an intimate kiss. The passion that had been ignited between you both through dance spills over into the kiss, causing him to kiss you hungrily. You sigh, your eyes closing as you return his kiss with equal fervor. Your hands grip his shoulders desperately. His hand trails up to the back of your head, entangling itself in your soft locks as he deepens the kiss, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip before he pulls back, leaving you both panting and breathless for a few moments. White strands of hair press against your forehead as he leans his forehead against yours, gazing into the depths of your eyes.

He whispers, his voice carrying with it the firm determination of a promise, “My songbird, how many times will I have to tell you not to overthink things?” You attempt to look away as your cheeks heat up but Nikolai doesn’t allow you to avert your gaze.

His hand stays firm on the back of your head, his eyes peering into the depths of yours as he adds, “You know if I truly wanted to, I wouldn’t still be here by your side. So why do you keep looking at me like that?” Your eyes widen. Nikolai gives the faintest smirk; of course he’d notice. You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to slip your emotions past him undetected. He could read you like a book. He always could. You take a deep breath, pulling back as much as he will allow you. Your hands move to caress his shoulders, your gaze averting his as you mumble, “You’re so amazing, you know that?” Blinking a few times in surprise, Nikolai chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, “Compliments? All of a sudden, songbird–”

He’s taken off guard when your hands suddenly cup his cheeks, stopping him mid-kiss. When you look at him, he doesn’t see the usual flustered or loving warmth in your eyes he usually sees when you compliment him. Instead, he sees a flicker of fear in your eyes. He watches you swallow before continuing to speak, the song that was playing slowly fading into silence. Your voice is soft, filled with pride but also anxiety,

“I mean it, Kolya. You’re the top theatre major in the entire university. Possibly in the entire country. You breathe and you get any lead role you want..” You take a sharp breath, feeling your anxieties rising to the surface. “The minute we arrive at the audition, I bet they’ll be begging you to sign a contract with them. Just like all those acting companies…” You watch as his expression softens into a look of understanding. You offer a small, bitter smile, “The rumors are true, aren’t they?” You hop forward in his arms, feeling Nikolai’s arm tighten under you. “Did you sign anything? Where will you be going? They’re letting you finish university first, aren’t they?” “No,” he replies, clicking his tongue and shaking his head softly. “I didn’t sign anything, songbird.”

You stare at him in surprise, the shock evident in your eyes. After a few moments of stunned silence, you manage to utter one simple word, “...What?”

He chuckles, his smirk lighting up your heart as you see it. “I didn’t sign any of the contracts,” he confesses. He looks away, humming in thought. “There were some really good ones there too…”

“Wait, why not?!” You rock in his arms, causing him to groan. His hand moves fast, placing itself on your back to steady you. “Wasn’t becoming an actor your dream?”

Still humming, he looks back at you, shrugging idly.

His voice is rather chipper as he replies, “Well, I definitely could still accept one of the contracts in the future. But being an idol with my pretty songbird sounds much more fun. Can you imagine it?”

You squeal as he spins, holding you close. His dazzling eyes never leave yours as he stares up at you, twirling and stepping around the stage, spinning you with him. “Us performing together! I can already hear the crowd screaming for us!~”

As his spinning slowly comes to a stop, you wait a few moments for your stomach to settle before speaking up, “But what if I don’t get in? What if I don’t make the cut?”

A warm chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, his hand lightly caressing your back. “I told you before, didn’t I? When you start performing, when you're not overthinking every step, you look like a true idol songbird.”

He leans forward to boop his nose against yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He doesn't comment on the growing kindness in your cheeks as he whispers.

“I wasn’t just saying that to be nice. I meant it. And if that company can’t see that, then I wouldn’t want to sign with them anyway~”

“But you can’t keep passing up opportunities like this–” You squeak as he leans in, nuzzling against your cheek playfully, yet affectionately.

“If they don’t know true talent when they see it, why would I ever think about signing with them? And I’m not passing up opportunities. I’m just exploring all possible avenues~”

You huff, a small amused smile lifting onto your face.

Doubt attempts to creep into your heart once more, your smile faltering as you ask, “Are you really–”

“Yes, songbird. I’m really serious,” he interrupts you, his voice losing its playful tone and becoming more serious. He cups your cheek, turning your head gently so he can gaze into your eyes once more.

His thumb lightly caresses your soft skin as he whispers, “You’re going to shine so much out there, all the stars in the sky will be jealous~” He kisses your cheek softly, sweetly, adding, “Trust yourself, remember songbird?”

Your lips quirk upwards into a grateful smile, your arms wrapping around Nikolai as you embrace him tightly once more.

He chuckles, slowly settling you back down on your feet, his hand resting ontop of your head. Instead of ruffling your hair, he gently pats your head.

“I’ll…do my best,” you reply. Eyes turning upwards towards Nikolai, you offer him a slightly brighter smile. He grins at you, letting you go collect your belongings from backstage, his eyes watching you closely.

There was a bit more pep in your step. Good. His grin grows as he approaches you, taking his black jacket off, covering your shoulders with it as he speaks to you in a more cheerful voice, “Why don’t we grab dinner. My treat~”

You grab the warm fabric of his jacket, tugging it close. Then, you pick up your handbag, “You promise you’ll get anything?”

He clicks his tongue, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he begins to guide you towards the theatre’s doors, chuckling, “Okay, okay~ Only because you did so amazing today. You were practising instead of studying, weren’t you?”

“No I wasn’t–~!”

“You moved so elegantly, and the energy you had on stage this time... You've come such a long way! Just think of how much more you’ll shine when you’re in your outfit! We’ll have to get up early to get a head start on your makeup too–!”

As he eagerly leads you out of the theatre, dimming the lights as you depart together, he wraps his arm around you, savouring the way you giggle and blush.

In that moment, as dusk envelops you both, it's clear: while the moon may doubt her significance to the sun, the sun knows his light would dim without the moon by his side.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

@tecchoussuperlady @hearts4heidi @lovestruckbook @wixxlemuff @twinkaesop @livelaughyo @yonseibananamilk @honeyangelsblog @soggyoreoinmilk @verminthorr @lunarmin716 @cherridove @slowlyfoulenthusiast

Dividers: @/saradika

[cherienymphe]

lmao I was thinking about how it’s basically a rite of passage for every fan fic reader/writer to get their start on wattpad before moving on to ao3 or tumblr and it took me back to five summers ago when I first discovered wattpad and would read tom holland/peter parker x readers while listening to señorita by shawn mendes featuring camila cabello on repeat. when did you first discover fan fiction and what did you read first?

Yeah I started out on ff.net with dramione lol. I didn't start reading x reader fics like that until 2016 and it was on tumblr

[darwinquark]

THOSE KIND OF FRIENDS (M) - "He remembered the first time he’d seen her wear her hair like that, the way it’d unsettled him a little. It was so Betty-like, and yet not Betty-like at all. Betty’s ponytail moved like spilled sunlight. Veronica’s swung around like a guillotine."

Or, a series of unexpected late-night encounters force Jughead and Veronica to explore who they really are to each other (and completely upend their lives in the process).

[andreabaideas]

I wanna recast Camila's sister in my fic. Do you know if any actresses who could be related to her? I would use the original actress, but I think recasting would be easier.

Yes! I have actresses , and also models, I dont discriminate cause... you may never know if they can act...Camila Suki and Riley all started as models, and look at them, they're super good, they act they sing and they model.

Having said that...

Lets start:

Camila Mendes (1994) . Brasil.

Katya Martín (1994). Spain / EEUU

Mariel Molino (1992) has eyes heterochromia. México.

Ariana Guerra (1994) México

Alexa Demie (1990) EEUU with latín roots.

Rocío Crusset (1994) Spain

Dalianah Arekion (1996) Spain and Mauritius Island.

Milagros Piñeiro - she is argentinian and a victoria secret model (1996).

Tini (1997) - Argentina. I know you already used her, but she's like super talented? She can play many roles like Nina Dobrev on Vampire Diaries)

Thats It!

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Ooh a tag!! Thanks @foreverjustanemokidatheart

Last Song I Listened To: “girl’s girl - Spotify Singles” by Emlyn. I’m into angry feminist pop at the moment (for the last few years)

Currently Reading: I just started The (Fake) Dating Game by Timothy Janovsky. I’m trying to get back into reading proper books by reading books that are basically fanfic…

Last watched: Movie - Upgraded (the new Camila Mendes film).

YouTube - Can Shayne Guess Our Favourite Books by Smosh Games

TV - it’s been a while so maybe Our Flag Means Death?

Currently obsessed with: dnp (watching, blogging and reading fic), and trying new PlayStation games (latest is A Hat In Time)

Tagging: @internetforthesociallyinept @lesbianphan @boardgamedanny

[lara635kookie]

Proving with facts, solid arguments and ✨ science ✨ that Señorita by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello is a RedCrackle song:

"I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya"

"I should be running you keep me coming for ya"

"Before I even knew her name la-la-la it felt like ooh, la-la-la"

"I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya"

"You say we're just friends, But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la"

" 'Cause you know it's been a long time coming Don't you let me fall, oh"

"All along I've been coming for ya (for ya) And I hope it meant something to ya (ooh) Call my name, I'll be coming for ya"

If you analize all these parts you'll clearly see the essence of Carmen and Gray on them. The way both of them want to pretend they don't need each other because they think they only compromise the other's safety and overall life, the way Carmen kept going for Gray and rescuing him before he got his memories back, the way Gray was so attracted to Carmen before he even knew her name when he didn't have his memories, the way they have to leave each other when they clearly don't want to, the way they keep coming to each other's life just to leave it again in a painful cycle, etc. I will be using it on my fic (that I will share here when it's ready) because I realized that recently and I love it

[eddys-plot-shop]

Camila Mendes (Regina’s daughter) + Ruby Lucas (Once Upon a Time)

Name: Raina Mills

Myers Briggs Type: ESTJ

Occupation: Town Treasurer

Quote: "I was born to rule, and my mother instilled in me all the skills to make sure I could lead effectively."

Fic Title: Ahead Of The Pack

Plot Summary: Though she’s always been evasive about who Raina's father is, Regina has taught her daughter everything she knows in order for her not to make the same mistakes she did. It appears Raina has turned out for the better because of these lessons, becoming a bright young woman who is active in Storybrooke's community and makes friends wherever she goes. She’s even seeing Ruby, which her mother seems to be fine with, though that comes as a bit of a surprise to Raina. But when the curse ends, Raina will have to adjust to a whole new side of the town and the people that she thought she knew so well.

Extras: If she were to be included in season 7's Hyperion Heights, then her cursed persona would be Renee Washington and she’d be a server/dishwasher/cleaner at Roni's bar, and Ruby would be a rival bar owner (called Lone Wolf) that Roni hates, but whom Raina is friends with, putting Renee right in between the two, ensuring she’d have to pick a side. Lose her boss/mother, or lose her friend/girlfriend.