#having a Sophia Moment I guess!

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୨୧　𝓞FF-LIMITS!　˒˒　SL

─── ﹙🎧﹚your sister, daniela, has always told her friends to back off of you, no matter what, telling them you're supposedly "off-limits." however, while intoxicated, you and sophia kiss each other, leaving tension burning between the two of you—until the next time you visit your family alongside dani's members.

pairing. sophia laforteza x f!r genre. fluff wc. 2.5k+ notes. 4 @secretcessy >< & karina from aespa mention + for the lore dani isn't an only child 🤗!!!! made ts way too long oops. ( MASTERLIST )

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LYING ON YOUR BED OF YOUR DORM ROOM shared with one of your friends, incessant notifications blaring from your phone abruptly interrupts you from your nap. you huff at the irritating sound, unlocking your phone swiftly, only to be met by series of notifications from your sister.

fuck.

god was she oddly skilled at being annoying and bothersome. raising your eyebrows, you rub your eyes, trying to focus on her texts, as they merely appeared to be random blobs of words in-between. your thumbs hover over the keyboard, debating on how to respond to her.

plopping your phone on your bed, you huff, sitting up in a fetal position. "guess it's time to start packing," you murmur under your breath, before getting up.

you knew daniela was right—per usual, as much as you hated to admit it. it'd been at least a few months since you last saw her and roughly a year since both you and daniela were with your family at one time. maybe it wouldn't be so bad being back home with daniela.

grunting, you begrudgingly pull your closet door open, dragging whichever luggage you saw first. accidentally slamming the closet door too loudly to your roommate's taste, you hear words in scorn being hollered from across the dorm.

"stop closin' the doors so loudly!" you hear your roommate snort, as she leans against the door frame, a toothy grin tugging the corners of her lips.

"fine, whatever, jimin," you mutter in response, rolling your eyes, as the korean girl watches your face distort into one of disdain, making her giggle.

"what are you even packing for? the break just started," karina raises her eyebrows, "you like, never have anything to do for break." she teases, her arms crossing against her chest, before she saunters over to you.

"got forced by dani to visit our family," you shrug, as karina clicks her tongue, shaking her head.

"you need to pack better; you're folding your clothes too big to fit enough outfits into your suitcase," she critiques, a chuckle escaping her breath, as her hands reach over to some of your clothes, folding them compactly.

you nudge her playfully, "c'mon! give me a break, i just got told i have to visit by dani!" you dramatically sigh, leaning against the wall.

"at least she's paying for your flight, right?" karina shrugs, as her movements are precise while helping you pack, nudging you on the shoulder, "maybe you'll meet somebody new while visiting—somebody who'll deal with your impulsive decisions," she teases.

to your surprise, rather than the visit consisting of you and daniela, it was the two of you and her members. you had only realized once you entered your parents' house, a luggage being dragged by your hand, and there were five other girls besides daniela sat on the couch, all chattering.

it wasn't like you weren't acclimated to hanging out with them; they were somewhat your friends too, but mainly through daniela. the only girl you'd known out of the bunch was sophia—mainly because, the first time you guys partied together with dani and everybody else, all drunk and hammered, the two of you kissed.

to be truthful, you could remember that moment vividly, the memory still clear as day to you—the way her hands cupped your jaw all snug and secure, to the way a wide grin played on her face. and to be even more truthful, right after that moment, you held an irrevocable affinity for her, leaving you in an odd predicament.

you awkwardly wave, hoping sophia coincidentally forgot about that low moment in time, before dani suddenly gets up, parading you around.

you nudge the latina playfully, a groan erupting from her throat, as your eyebrows furrow, "when did you guys even arrive? it's only like 10 in the mornin'!"

"we just wanted to be early," she shrugs, her arms instantly reaching towards your luggage, "c'mon, i'll get you settled down! i have so much shit to tell you, y'know."

you nod, a giggle escaping your breath, as you let the latina lead you to your guys' old bedroom, while her members continued to chatter, teasing insults thrown every few moments.

your eyes scan across your old bedroom, a sigh driving from your lips "shit, it's been a while, hasn't it?" a sense of nostalgia hitting you, as you recall all the times you've argued with dani over your guys' room and who "owns" which side.

the blonde-haired girl nods, her arm wrapping around your neck to your shoulder, as she leans into you, mumbling, "yeah, it sure has been."

a giggle escapes your breath, as you unlock your suitcase, unpacking some of your clothes out. "where's mom and dad anyway?"

"they went grocery shopping—wanted to go all out this year since we're visiting at the same time with the rest, too," daniela meekly replies, as she helps you pack, a hint of a teasing smile playing on her face. pulling out a book, a series of laughs escapes her breath, "no fuckin' way!"

"what—i have studying to do 'cause you made me book a flight last minute!" you retaliate, nudging the girl playfully, as you huff.

"okay, fine, fine! that was uncalled for," daniela begrudgingly admits, as she continues to help you unpack.

while you two work on getting everything out of your luggage, dani drops random, interesting facts from drama that often leave your jaw dropped. at one point, you couldn't help but wonder where daniela gets all this information from. giggles escape your guys' room, bouncing off the walls.

"anyway, we plan on just hangin' out and stuff, then dinner with mom and dad," the latina lists out the agenda, as you two finish unpacking.

you nod, "good, good. just, y'know, i've barely met your friends."

"you'll like them—i can guarantee you that," dani chuckles, as she spots a gift-box with a small tag reading "for: daniela," sitting in the corner of your suitcase, a mischievous smile painting her face.

"no fuckin' way!" the latina exclaims, immediately pulling you in for a hug with her ring-clad hand holding firmly onto the gift-box, "seriously!"

you nod, a grin playing on your face, "what kind of sister would i be if i didn't wanna celebrate your new album!"

"you missed me, didn't you?" she teases, prodding at your cheek, as she flicks your forehead next. you retaliate, nudging her shoulder.

"as if, loser."

sprawled out on your bed with books accompanying you, you cradle a textbook in your lap, tapping against your sheets while fidgeting with your fingers. your head pounds with tension, as you card a hand through your hair.

fuck, in no shape or form were you gonna be able to read all of these pages in time for your finals.

you rub your temples before simultaneously reading over the textbook and typing in small summaries of each section on your laptop, humming to the hushed audio of your spotify in the background.

hearing your door click open, your head snaps to that direction, meeting a familiar face. in your sight stood sophia laforteza scanning you as well. you raise your eyebrows, confusion noticeably washing over your features.

"do you need anything?" you murmur, your voice barely audible, as your eyes scrutinize her features and attire, your demeanor now awkward—especially with the way she looked effortlessly drop-dead gorgeous.

heat subtly curls at your cheeks, as you wait for the filipino girl to answer, sophia equally as confused.

"sorry, i was trying to look for the bathroom, and dani said it was down the hall," sophia tries to explain, shifting her weight to one foot.

"yeah, 's further down the hall—a door down the hall, actually," you point to down the hall from your bed, before returning to your crammed-in studying habits.

"y/n, right?" the filipino asks, a small, awkward smile tugging at the corners of her lips. she leans against the door-frame, no longer meekly standing.

you nod, "mhm. didn't you need to go to the bathroom though?" you murmur, barely sparing the girl another glance.

sophia mumbles an inaudible curse under her breath. "you're right," she says flatly, before muttering out a swift apology and gingerly closing your door.

what a weird interaction, you thought. nonetheless, you presume on cranking open your textbook, huffing at seeing big blobs of texts that you felt disdain reading.

meanwhile, with sophia's back plastered against the bathroom wall, she grunts inaudibly under her breath, sinking down to the tiled floor. god, how could she be so infatuated by you, a girl who barely paid her any mind? the filipino girl could feel her head twisting with tension from your lack of response.

fuck was she crazily awestruck for you.

and so, for the next few days of the visit, sophia couldn't help but feel her self-control slipping rapidly, despite daniela's repetitive warning that you, in particular, were "off-limits."

the filipino girl tosses and turns while lying on the guest room's bed, eventually settling back to her back plastered against the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. constantly, the same embarrassing moment of you two kissing while drunk taints her mind, flickering in it every few seconds. rubbing her temples and eyes in hopes every single little thought including you would dissipate, she sits up.

"she's your best friend's sister—what are you doing?" the thought soon sounding like a bunch of random words strung together.

looking to her sides, sophia notices the rest were all knocked out, hushed snores escaping their lips. to her left, lara and manon were fast asleep, while to her right, megan and yoonchae were sound asleep as well, their laptop still blaring cartoons.

the filipino girl takes one last look around, before she stood up, gingerly opening and shutting the door. her eyes scan the hallways, as she tip-toes to your room.

you hear faint, soft knocks against your wooden door, and crinkling your eyes almost like crescent moons, you reluctantly get up. cracking the door open just a bit, your eyes widen at the sight of the filipino girl standing.

"jesus—it's 1 in the mornin'," you whisper-shout, as you open the door completely, shock and frustration littering your featured. you motion your hands forwards and backwards, beckoning the girl to rush in.

"my bad, pretty," her newfound confidence makes your heart skip, as your cheeks flush. she gives you teasing glances, her slight giggle reaching your ears.

in disbelief, you mumble, "what—"

"please? i know we kissed, when we were drunk; don't tell me we didn't," the filipino girl desperately whispers, her gaze softening at your lips. throwing you an ear-to-ear smile, sophia's eyes flicker to your shoulder, a subtle, non-verbal signal, as you nod.

her arms entangle themselves around your waist, earning a muffled curse from you. her fingers trace your back gently, almost cautious to not be too prying towards you.

"just, a few seconds longer," sophia whispers against your ear, and you couldn't help but feel your resolve crumble, knowing that you, yourself, wanted the filipino girl to stay, too.

"we- we're going to get caught; dani's gonna know you're down here," you warn, cautious to get caught with your sister's best friend in your bedroom. however, your words deeply betray your actions, as your arms were on autopilot, wrapping around the girl's neck.

"what's so bad 'bout that? c'mon, ease up—just a bit," sophia coaxes, her touch gentle and soft against your waist, as she draws patterns.

"is it really worth the risk?" you tilt your head, barely able to hold back a chuckle at how careless the filipino girl was. your eyes linger on her face, making her softly hum.

sophia sighs before grinning, "you're worth more than getting scolded by dani," she drawls out, her face full of apprehension and enthusiasm, so much that you wonder how her words make your knees weaken a bit.

she had you pressing your lips together, fighting back between a smile like a high school girl. one of her hands moves to interlace itself with one of yours, the delicate feeling of her thumbs brushing up against your knuckles leaving you melted.

"maybe, i guess you're right," you admit begrudgingly, pausing before continuing, "but- i mean, don't you think 's a little reckless? you're gonna be busy promoting with the girls at one point."

the filipino girl meekly shrugs, before swiftly mumbling, "it's worth the fun—you know that, and i know that. promise i'll have time for you."

the sincerity laced in her words only made your blood rush and chains of shivers rush down your spine. maybe—just maybe—this wasn't just a fleeting moment to her, not just something to have fun with, and was more so, something sophia wanted to hold onto, for eternity.

"what if we're not ready? what if-" you murmur, making sophia break into a small pout at your words, before she cuts you off.

"i could never be willing to let you go anyway," the filipina whispers, searching for reassurance in your gaze. she nods, her thumb brushing against your cheek, as you eased under her touch.

"and besides, there's just somethin' about you—something i can't figure out. yet, it makes everything with you special."

and for the first time in your life, you were rendered speechless by her pure bluntness—the way she said everything that could make heat curl at your cheeks even more, in meek sentences.

"fuck, sophia," you mumble against the crook of the filipina's neck, before continuing, "i- fine, just, we can't tell dani—not yet."

sophia gives you a slight nod, as her hands find its way to your hair, entangling them, "yeah- yeah, whatever you want—just tell me your boundaries."

locking eyes with her, the prominent sense of familiarity and comfort in her gaze makes your knees buckle, the girl practically giving you heart-eyes.

"can i?" the filipina asks, her voice light-hearted and gentle. you nod, almost eagerly before sophia leans in, closing the gap between you two. her plush lips immediately crash against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. it was as though she was ready for this moment—ready to gain redemption from the first kiss.

you shudder against her kisses, as you guys pull away—only to catch your guys' breath. before you could continue, a muffled, low voice blares through the hallways.

"sophia? are you still in the kitchen?" daniela calls out, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb the rest. the latina couldn't help but be suspicious and skeptical due to how long sophia supposedly spent at the kitchen.

both of you still in your movements, her hands resting on her chest to gently push her away. a cheeky smile plays on sophia's grin before she whispers against your ears.

"that's my cue to go," she plants a haste kiss against your cheek, then to your forehead gently. her eyes scan your waist that was snaked with her arms around it, as she reluctantly slides them off—the girl evidently disappointed at having to leave so soon.

"bye, pretty."

we're kissing in the bathroom, girl, and, uh

i hope nobody catch us

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[sugasiren]

🧜🏾‍♀️ SIRENE (1009): Top 3 Sex Symbols! 💋

SIREN: A seductively beautiful or charming woman, especially one who beguiles men; A woman who is a very attractive but dangerous temptress. 🔥🔥

The Sirene (1009) asteroid is one of my absolute favorites to explore. 🧜🏾‍♀️ And I have many! Its placement in a woman's chart tells us about her brand of Dark Femininity. How she seduces and influences. How she harnesses her power and the TYPES of men who are helplessly drawn to her. 💋 Every Sign has incredible qualities! I'm simply sharing my Top 3 Sirens based on the research I've done. So enjoy and share your Siren below!

**FYI - Men with these placements are also very sexy and captivating in their own way. 💯 So I will include some famous examples for them as well.

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Siren in Scorpio 🔥

Famous Women:

Sophia Loren (pictured above)

Sade (pictured above)

Lisa Bonet (pictured above)

Lana Del Rey (pictured above)

Dita Von Teese (pictured above)

Beyonce

SZA

Traci Lords

Monica Bellucci

Mae West

Grace Kelly

Bridget Bardot

Christina Aguilera

Angelica Houston

Zeudi Araya

Liv Tyler

Siren in Scorpio MEN:

The Rock

Brad Pitt

Paul Newman

Ryan Gosling

Carlos Santana

Idris Elba

Bruno Mars

Fabio

JFK

SCORPIO SIRENS lure you in with their hypnotic eyes that are as deep as the Blue Sea. 🧜🏾‍♀️ Their powerful aura will quickly swallow you whole and you will enjoy every moment of it. 💋 They effortlessly captivate and are explosive Lovers! They love to keep you guessing. As they know, you'll be addicted to the mystery of it all and keep coming back for more. And they're right! Just like Monica Bellucci and Lana Del Rey - these women can casually sit somewhere, smoking a cigarette, and *everyone* around them is watching in total ENVY of that damn cigarette. 🔥 Others like Lisa Bonet and Sade are gentle and ethereal but they will *still* snatch your SOUL. The Male Sirens are charismatic heartthrobs who make panties drop everywhere they roam. Women submit to them with glee. They want their 'Notebook' moment with Ryan Gosling, okay! And for The Rock to lay the smackdown (and pipe) on their kitty. 😺 And nothing less.

Siren in Capricorn 👑

Famous Women:

Brooke Shields (pictured above)

Megan Thee Stallion (pictured above)

January Jones (pictured above)

Stevie Nicks (pictured above)

Amal Clooney (pictured above)

Megan Fox (pictured above)

Teyana Taylor

Doja Cat

Mamie Van Doren

Ava Gardener

Mariah Carey

Shania Twain

Tyra Banks

Karrine Steffans

Amber Heard

Ellie Goulding

Eartha Kitt

Siren in Capricorn MEN:

James Dean

Robert Plant

Robert Pattinson

Matthew McConaughey

William Holden

Prince William

Kobe Bryant

Suge Knight

Andrew Tate

AJ McLean

Gerard Butler

CAPRICORN SIRENS lure you in with their deeply earthy, erotic energy. They are smoldering volcanoes underneath their cool IDGAF exterior and this enticing contrast drives people wild! 🔥 They have monstrous sex drives yet are very grounded in their personal power and selective about who they entertain, so others seek their approval. The Female Sirens often attract highly influential and/or dominant men who crave her submission and loyalty. Their desire to control her can truly consume them! 💯 They see her as the Ultimate Challenge and want her AT ALL COSTS. Their results vary depending upon what *she* actually wants. For instance, Amal Clooney. She was able to capture the heart of life-long bachelor George Clooney with impeccable ease. 🩷 He looks at her with stars in his eyes! They have the ideal marriage. Mariah Carey ultimately made Tommy Matola (the Record Executive who signed her to his label) wait until they were married before being intimate with him. She had such an effect on her ex-husband after **opening her luscious Pearly Gates** 🙌 that he put cameras up around the house to watch her every move. He was utterly obsessed with her! Amber Heard is an example of Capricorn Siren in full Destruction Mode. And Karrine "Superhead" Steffans in literal Maneater Mode slurping her way to THE TOP. The Male Sirens simply have Big Dick Energy - period. They are Doms, Bosses and Kings. 👑 Women yearn for them to (symbolically) suck their blood and their p***y like Robert Pattinson in 'Twilight' with carnivorous passion. 🔥 They want to surrender doggystyle to a man like Gerard Butler in the '300' movie. And even when they are stone cold killers like Suge Knight or manipulative pimps like Andrew Tate... they still command respect! They possess massive amounts of Masculine charm.

Siren in Sagitarius 👠

Famous Women:

Marilyn Monroe (pictured above)

Dorothy Dandridge (pictured above)

Rita Hayworth (pictured above)

Shakira (pictured above)

Indira Varma (pictured above)

Kim Cattrall

Margot Robbie

Robin Givens

Tina Turner

Dana Delaney

Emilia Clarke

Gwen Stefani

Aishwarya Rai

Rose McGowan

Sagittarius Siren MEN:

Paul Walker

Patrick Swayze

Elvis Presley

Clark Gable

Mario Lopez

Marilyn Manson

Shia LaBeouf

Michele Marrone

Marvin Gaye

SAGITTARIUS SIRENS lure you in like smoke rising from a bonfire in an enchanted forest during a Drum Circle. They illuminate dangerous levels of heat. ☀️ That will melt you like hot lava with their dynamic sex appeal. Baddies to the bone! Their esthetic widely appeals to the masses and individuals from *all* walks of life. People from *all* ethnic backgrounds admire and lust after them. 💋 They are exciting and make people feel ALIVE. And they're often the epitome of someone's Dream Girl or Guy. Marilyn Monroe is a FOREVER Icon who lives on generation after generation. 🌟 And her Feminine prowess remains unmatched no matter how much time goes by. Rita Hayworth is another immortal Sex Symbol and proud Latina. As is Dorothy Dandridge - who broke many barriers for Black Women in film and greatly appealed to a variety of powerful men such as Marlon Brando and Otto Priminger. Margot Robbie in the 'Wolf of Wallstreet' and 'Barbie' movies? 🩷 Nuff said! The Male Sirens are usually a strong yet suave bunch - like Clark Gable and Patrick Swayze. And that's a killer combination, my friends! They are often Rebels. 💪 Whether clean-cut ones like Paul Walker, goth ones like Marilyn Manson or rebels GONE WRONG like Shia LaBeouf. Either way, they are magnetic.

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And that's a wrap for now! 💛 I'll be back soon with more on SIREN and other awesome asteroids. Thanks for reading.

[maevebabyy]

PUSH ‘N PULL

lara raj x fem reader

req! - “fluff and suggestive flirting and things like that(if your comfy with it obvi) , dream academy! contestant reader and dream academy contestant Lara”

a/n - i hope i did u justice 🩰 anon, I LOVE THE FIC IDEA BTW

wc - 1.4k

you groaned out loud as you fell face first into the inviting couch of the dream academy’s shared household. the day had finally caught up to you after a long day of dance practice and rehearsals, the training schedule you had been following for a few months now had not gotten any easier.

you sighed contentedly as you feel yourself sink in the comfiness of the couch, melting in it.

“becoming one with the couch, y/n?” sophia giggles lightly.

sophia, your first and closest friend here, rolled you onto your back so that you were now looking up at her.

“gimme 5 minutes” you murmur out, closing your eyes once more as you feel your muscles relax after a long day.

“no, not 5 minutes. now, y/n.” sophia nagged at you, like a mother would. “apparently someone new is coming in tomorrow, and you have to clean your side of the room.”

you furrow your brows, someone new?

“what do you mean someone new?” you sit up slowly, finally opening your eyes. “didn’t they send naisha home recently?”

sophia shrugs, moving off the couch. “i don’t know either, y/n, but you need to clean your side of the room because i wanna leave a good impression.”

before sophia can leave to go join the other girls for dinner in the kitchen you quickly ask her a question. “wait, soph! do we have any info on her at least?”

sophia grins as she answers, “her name’s lara, and she’s your age”

-

meeting lara for the first time was definitely an experience.

you hadn’t been able to see her until it was almost the end of the day, whereas everybody had already met her earlier during their rehearsals/practice times. that’s why you almost dropped the iced matcha latte you had gotten from starbucks as you walked into your shared bedroom with sophia when you noticed your roommate and a stranger in your unkempt space.

this stranger was pretty– stunning even. she had long flowing black hair that framed her face effortlessly, complementing her symmetrical features. her eyes were dangerously captivating, making your heart skip a beat when you made eye contact. she had various types of gold jewellery on her, but it was her bindi and nose piercing that stood out to you the most. she oozed confidence, which was definitely intimidating, but you found yourself strangely allured to it.

striking, you thought.

“this is y/n!, she joined us a couple months ago, but she’s super talented! i’d say she’s our most well rounded contestant.” sophia grins brightly at the new girl.

your roommate shoots you a look, snapping you out of your thoughts as you introduce yourself. “uh, sorry, i’m y/n. i’m guessing you’re lara?” your gaze lingering on her just a moment longer than necessary

lara turned to you with a smile that made your heart flutter. god, you had just met this girl and you already found yourself feeling the butterflies in your stomach. “yeah, that’s me. nice to finally meet you, y/n!. i really like your room too, do you play?” she asks, pointing towards your guitar.

you smile awkwardly at lara, realising you really should’ve cleaned your room. “ah, yeah, sorry for the mess by the way.”

sophia clicks her tongue in response, giving you an ‘i-told-you-so’ look’, which you could only chuckle at.

“nah, it’s fine” lara’s smile was warm and genuine, and you felt your cheeks heat up as she extended her hand for a shake. “i’ve heard a lot about you from sophia.”

“only good things, i hope?” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. as she laughed lightly, the sound wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.

“definitely good things! she says you’re quite the dancer,” lara said.

“just trying to keep up with everyone,” you shrugged, smiling softly at the compliment though. “what about you?”

“i like to sing a little.” a smirk tugs on the corner of her lips. 

-

a little was an understatement as you and the other contestants sat on the side of the dance studio and listened to lara sing. how does someone even sing so effortlessly like that? 

you find yourself speechless as lara grins brightly as she finishes singing, heading off into the direction of daniela, megan, and emily.

“holy shit, sophia” you looked at your best friend, who swatted your shoulder.

“language!” she laughs.

“sorry!” you chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief, “but it’s true, she wasn’t playing around.

you watch as lara chatted animatedly to the three girls, her smile lighting up the entire dance studio in your eyes. a wave of admiration washing over you, and the same damn butterflies you felt from yesterday. unknowingly, a soft grin appears on your face.

sophia follows your gaze, eventually landing on the indian girl as well. “no way-” the filipina covering her laugh with a hand over her mouth.

you turn to your roommate in confusion, “huh?”

“you’re like, the gayest girl i know” sophia continued laughing. 

you roll your eyes at the girl beside you “it’s not like that–”

“yet!’

sophia quickly runs away from you and towards marquise, who was talking to manon, to defend herself from you.

-

the days turned into 2 weeks, and the initial excitement of meeting lara settled into a comfortable rhythm. you found yourself stealing glances at her during practices, each stolen look igniting that same flutter in your stomach. you’d caught her eye more than once, each time exchanging shy smiles that lingered just a bit too long.

lara had a way of weaving herself into your day, whether it was sharing a laugh over a missed step or playfully challenging you to keep up during practice. it was light and easy, but underneath it all, there was an undeniable tension—a connection that felt electric and yet so fragile.

one evening, you found yourself playing your electric guitar, the other girls leaving the house to go eat out. the house had settled into a comfortable silence, one that came rarely considering you lived in a house with about 10+ other girls. you picked at the fretboard absentmindedly, letting the distorted and amplified sound ring around the room. the soft vibrations of the noise echoed against the walls, blending with the fading light of the sunset outside.

just as you started to get lost in your music, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. looking up, you were pleasantly surprised to see lara leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“is this a private concert just for me?” she teases, looking the same way she does, never failing to make your heart beat faster.

“i thought you went out with the rest of them?” you chuckle, stopping your playing.

she giggles back, sitting on your bed beside you. “i did, got tired though so i went home earlier.”

a silence falls between you two as you take in the close proximity between you two. she smells good, you note. like coconuts and sandalwood.

you clear your throat, trying to focus on the moment at hand rather than the way your heart is racing. “uh, so, did you wanna try to play something…?”

lara shakes her head no, giggling lightly, “no, i just wanted to listen to you play. you’re really good y’know?”

lara wasn’t lying, you were good at the guitar. you had been playing on and off since you were 7 years old. 

your cheeks flush at the girl’s compliment, “thanks, i’m just messing around though.”

“messing around or not, you still sound good y/n” her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. “you must be really good with your fingers.”

her last sentence catches you completely off guard, a rush of heat flooding your face. “I, uh, yeah– i guess i am?”

lara leans in a little closer, a teasing smile on her lips– enjoying your reaction. “i’d love to see how good you really are, maybe you could teach me sometime?”

you don’t know when you two had gotten so close in terms of proximity, feeling her breathing on you. “s-sure?” 

lara giggles before pulling away, “i’m holding you to that, y/n.” she gets up from your bed as she stretches her arms above her head, the movement highlighting her graceful form. “but, for now, i’ll leave you alone, i’m still feeling a little tired.” 

you watch her as she moves, the way her hair cascades down her back and the playful glint in her eyes that makes your heart race again, eventually she leaves your room, closing the door gently.

what just happened?

a/n - i should continue this me thinks 🤔🤔

[nakylvr]

heyy, how r u doing?? since you write g!p could we get some g!p!dom!sophia?? thanks a lot!

well yes 😋 thank you for requesting 🫶

— WANTED YOU

sophia laforteza (katseye) x fem!reader

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, g!p!sophia, dom!sophia, sub!reader, unprotected sex, shes kinda mean sorry, size kink, creampie

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"awe, baby, you're so cute."

you let out a whimper at sophia's words, staring up at her while she sits on her knees in front of you, you trying to keep your eyes open like she told you to.

"how am i gonna fit in your pretty little pussy?" she says teasingly. she's rubbing the tip of her cock up and down your slit, occasionally pushing in just enough for you to feel it before pulling back out immediately. she's already been at this for a while, and you know she's enjoying teasing you by the look in her eyes as she watches you fall apart under her.

"please stop teasing," you get out through heavy breaths.

sophia fake pouts at your words. "oh, but i thought we were going slow like you wanted? you're the one who said i was too big to manon, right?" her voice is laced with condescension as she talks to you, almost mocking you in a way.

the way she's talking has you letting out another whimper. you should've known saying something like that would only result in this. the thing was, it was partially true. considering you had only given her blowjobs and couldn't nearly fit all of her in your mouth, you think you had a right to say you thought she was too big to actually fuck you. that being said, you didn't think it would end up like this. "please," you whine.

hearing your plea has a smile forming on sophia's face, and she doesn't say anything as she slowly pushes her tip into you. her eyes stare down at the way your pussy swallows her cock inch by inch, glancing at you when she hears your breathing get heavier. her hands grab your hips, pulling you closer to her as she sheaths herself completely inside you. "you tell me when you want me to move," she says to you.

your jaw falls open as soon as you feel her slowly push inside of you, your hands grabbing at the sheets under you in an attempt to ground yourself from the initial pain of the stretch. after a few moments, you let out a shaky breath. "please move."

sophia's hands gently rub your hips as she watches you take her fully, the smile on her face still there, and growing bigger when she gets the okay to move. she slowly pulls halfway out and pushes back into you, groaning quietly at the way your walls clench around her as she builds a slow pace.

a few whimpers along with curses leave your lips at the slow pace sophia is going, and your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of her long, veiny cock moving in you. "too slow," you mumble out.

sophia's head tilts to the side at your words. "oh? then i guess i'll have to change that," she replies. she pulls you impossibly closer to her by your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she pulls out of you and slams back into you, grinning at the sharp gasp you let out as she does so. "i want you to be as loud as you can be, understand?"

"mhm," you nod your head.

"words."

"y-yes," you say, nodding again. "please just fuck me."

sophia doesn't respond this time, and instead just starts pounding into you at such a fast pace like it was nothing. you throw your head back against the pillow, moans spilling from your mouth while your hands grip the sheets beneath you tight enough to nearly rip them. your eyes close again despite your attempts at keeping them open, too caught up in everything you were feeling.

"fuck," sophia breaths out, watching you fall apart under her. "it's like you were made to take my cock. look at you," she says through panting. her nails dig into your skin as her hips snap against yours, keeping her fast pace. she glances down and sees your belly bulging in the outline of her cock, and she moves one of her hands to press down on it, grinning at the moan you let out. "awe, is my cock too big for you, baby? i can barely even fit, just look at you."

you can barely process her words, the condescending tone back in her voice as loud moans and whines leave your mouth. with the way she's pressing down on your stomach, you're sure there's a bulge and that's why she's saying it, and you can hardly make out any words to respond with. "f-fuck, you're so big," you whine, your hips starting to move to meet her thrusts.

your words have sophia swelling with pride and her cock twitches inside of you. she's grinning down at you with a dark look in her eyes as her hips stutter for a moment when you clench around her and she lets out a low groan. "you just love it, don't you, baby? you love this big cock?"

"yes!" you gasp out. her words have you getting impossibly close to cumming, the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. "i'm gonna cum!"

sophia could tell you were close before you said it, feeling the way your walls were clenching around her cock every other moment. she can feel her own orgasm approaching, and her thrusting is becoming more out of pace with quiet whimpers leaving her mouth every time she feels you clench around her. "fuck...wh-where hngh do you want me?"

you can feel her cock twitch again, knowing she's just as close as you are. it takes you a few seconds to answer her question, the sound of her desperate voice and the look on her face results in you answering in another gasp. "in me!"

sophia's eyes go wide at your response, but she is ecstatic on the inside. her hands grip your hips tightly as her thrusts become more desperate and erratic. your whines and moans are so loud she's sure she'll likely get a noise complaint, but she doesn't care as she leans towards you, mumbling "cum for me, baby." before kissing you.

your hands immediately grasp at her back when she finally gets closer to you, and you moan into the kiss. one more thrust and you were cumming all over her cock. parting from the kiss to breath as your eyes roll back and your back arches up into her. it doesn't take much longer for sophia to cum after you, letting out a whiny moan into your neck as she releases inside of you, her hips stilling to a stop.

you both pant heavily in silence for a moment before she slowly pulls out of you and lays on the bed beside you. her arms wrap around you and pull you close to her as she moves your hair out of your face.

"you okay?" she asks softly.

"yeah," you answer with a short nod.

"i love you," she says quietly, a smile on her face.

"i love you too," you reply, a smile on your own face.

[dakotalun]

What Now? | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: You just got broken up with and you can only think of one place to go.

warnings: none, just some fluffy Eddie moments :)

word count: 1k

a/n: Shit it's been a while. Anyways back to it!

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Everything was going okay recently, not many nightmares and the ones I did have weren’t too bad. Until…

“What?” The confusion is evident on my face and in my voice.

“I just don’t think we’ll work out. I’m sorry,” Jamie’s head is down and their eyes are looking everywhere but at me.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all, it’s me.”

I scoff, “Pfft. Okay sure,” I roll my eyes at their words, “Like every other time people say that line.”

“I’m being serious, love. I love you, I really do but there’s shit that I need to figure out-”

“Then we figure it out together! That’s what it means to be in a committed relationship!”

“I just- I feel like having a partner right now is not helping,” Their voice is distant and soft now.

“I get it. I’m too much, too clingy, too needy, too…everything,” The words sting my throat and tongue as they leave but it’s the truth, it’s what they all mean when they break it off with me.

“Not at all! You’re perfect, in every way, shape, and form. Seriously, it's me. I’m going through shit that I feel like would break us if I kept lying about it to you.”

“So this has been going on for a while?” I see their face change for a second then go back to sadness.

“Yeah, it has. But I thought it was nothing-”

“How long?”

“What?” Now it’s their turn to be confused.

“How long have you known and been going through this?” My face is steel and I show no emotion.

“Since Lolla.”

Lollapalooza was in August, it’s November. They’ve known this and not said anything for 3 months! Lying to me about everything for so long and I had no idea. I don’t even know how to feel right now. I begin to grab my bag and stuff my shit in it before getting up off their bed.

"Y/N," They reach for my hand to stop me from leaving.

I pull away before they can touch me, "Don't. I- I need space," I leave their room and head for the front door, looking back at the fuzzy orange cat lying on the back of the chair as he always does for the last time. 

"Bye Cheerio," I twist the knob and walk out of the apartment I had felt so welcome in before. 

I can hear the thunder once in the elevator, realizing that I can't return home because I promised Robin the apartment, assuming I'd be with Jamie all night. I try to think of who else I could stay with tonight.

Chrissy maybe? No, she’s at Jason’s place for the weekend. Oh, Nancy should be free right? I reach for my phone to text Nancy but see a Google Calendar notification on the screen.

Nancy Double Date with Johnathan and Roomie! Damn, I guess she’s out too. Maybe Robin would understand me coming home tonight, if I told them what happened? 

As I think about what to do and where to go, rain starts to pour down, soaking through the loose shirt I had put on. 

Why does this keep happening to me? How do I always end up in the rain with no place to go? I think back to last summer when Kris, Sophia, and I got into it and my brother’s friend had to come rescue me from myself and the rain. I laugh at the thought that this is just going to be my normal from now on.

As I walk, my feet autonomously begin to head to the only other person whom I trust and who might be able to help. I don’t even realize where I’m going until I’m standing in front of the building, not under the protection of the awning even though it’s only 3 feet in front of me.

I take a deep breath before stepping forward and deciding this really is the only option I have left. I’m thankful for the covering once I’m actually under it. I dial apartment 203 and wait for the voice of my best friend to spread through the old speaker.

"Hello?" His voice is low and gravelly; he must have just woken up.

"Eddie, It’s Y/N. Can I come up? I-" I sniffle and before I can continue I hear the lock moving and the door unlock so I can enter. I didn’t even realize I had been crying until then.

I quickly open the door and make my way through the small maze to get to his place on the second floor. I can feel my wet socks and the weight of my bag has risen tremendously since I left Jamie’s. I'm gonna need to check and make sure my computer is okay once I get inside his place.

Soon I reach his door and he's standing there against the frame, in a tshirt and sweats, his signature look. The expression on his face is one of concern and fear. Something I’m all too familiar with.

"Hey," My voice is weak and not at all how he normally hears it. I’ve never cried in front of him and we’ve been friends for over a year now, strange.

"Shit, Y/N you're soaked! Get the fuck in here," He moves out the way and closes the door behind me as I walk into his living room, making sure to take off my shoes before going onto the carpet.

He comes back with a towel and wraps it around me after taking my bag and setting it at my feet. I mumble a thank you before taking a seat at the edge of his couch, completely on the other side from where he normally sits.

To my surprise he sits next to me and rubs my back, comforting me and drying me at the same time. We sit there in silence for a few minutes. I'm tired and not in the mood to fully explain what happened yet, so neither of us speak until I realize I should probably tell him why I came to his place so late and without warning.

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[f1byjessie]

HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part three.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” You look down at the post. The photos, carefully taken a few nights ago while getting ready for a dinner gala you’d been brought along to as Sophia’s plus one, are pretty. She and you had scrolled and sorted and scrolled and sorted some more trying to pick the perfect ones, and then you’d written and rewritten the caption more times than you could count before finally settling on something vague but faintly implicit.

You study it for a moment longer, then look back up to your friend.

She smirks. “Trust me. It'll work. I got an ex-boyfriend to come crawling back begging for another chance by making him think I was already moving on.”

“It just seems… mean,” you murmur, frowning. You want Oscar to like you— you want it a lot— but you're not sure if this is the way you want to go about it. “Isn’t this just manipulating him?”

Sophia sighs and falls back onto the bed beside you. She gives you a look, gestures down to your phone, and then curls around your shoulder so she can peer down at the screen. “It’s not a soft launch. There’s no guy. The caption doesn’t mention anyone. If he gets the impression that you’re with someone else, then that’s on him.”

You trust her, of course, but this is Oscar. You’ve known him for years. He’s your brother’s best friend, and for the longest time, he was the closest thing you had to a best friend too. As twins, anything Logan did you tended to do with him— soccer, swimming, biking. You even had shared birthday parties growing up. Karting was the first real thing he’d done on his own, but even then you’d always been close by, and that meant you’d always been close by to Oscar too.

Like she can sense your continued hesitation, Sophia speaks up again. “If you post that, and he doesn’t react, then that’s that. You don’t have to do it again.”

“I just— I don’t know.” You worry your lip between your teeth. “I just don’t think it’s the type of thing that he’d go for. He’s, you know, polite like that, I guess? If he thought I was taken, or moving on, or something, then he’d respect that and wouldn’t bother me.”

The silence hangs in the room. She’s still leaning against you, one hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and the other hugging you into her. When you stand, she lets you go easily, watching as you begin to pace the length of your bedroom, phone clenched tightly in your hands.

When you finally come to a halt in the corner farthest from the bed, you turn and meet her gaze shyly, “What if he stops ‘maybe’ having feelings for me because he thinks I'm taken? Or, what if he thinks I’m not interested and so he doesn’t ever bring it up?”

“Then you take one for the team and you tell him,” she shrugs. “Woman up and admit that the entire time you were out in that fancy dress of yours with those roses, you’d wished it was him who had gotten them for you and you’d wanted it to be him you were getting dressed up for.”

You look back down to your phone.

You’ve never done this before— boys, at least. The chase. Europe hadn’t been a very easy place to live— not with a schedule that made keeping friends virtually impossible, let alone a boyfriend. When you moved back to the United States, you were focused more on your career, prioritizing yourself over anything else.

You’d been single for so long that you hadn’t been in any hurry to change things, but now the lack of experience is making you nervous. Apart from movies and books and the borderline horror stories Sophia has told you about her own disastrous love life, you don’t know the first thing about dating.

“Y/N, is this about Oscar or something else?”

You look up, still biting at your lip. “What if we break up and I’ve ruined a friendship?”

Sophia raises an eyebrow, “Is he the kind of guy that would throw away a friendship because things didn’t work out?”

“I don’t know! That’s the problem! I wanna say no, that he’d be totally fine and we would be able to pretend like nothing happened and go back to how we were before it all, but I can’t,” you cross the room and lower yourself onto the bed again. “Context matters too. What if it’s a really messy breakup and we can never look at each other the same? What if he does something so unforgivable that it ruins his friendship with my brother? Logan worked hard to make friends and this first season was rough for him. He’s the only American driver on the grid, and they weren’t exactly welcoming. But Oscar was there for him and I would never forgive myself if I did something to ruin that.”

“What could Oscar do that would be so unforgivable it would ruin a friendship?”

You fall back onto the mattress. “I don’t know that either! Realistically he wouldn’t do anything because that’s just who he is— he’s like the nicest most genuinely sweet guy I’ve ever met. But I’m not a fortune teller! I can’t look into the future and know that he won’t get tired of me and go find some other girl, or, I don’t know.”

You can feel tears burning at the back of your eyes and wipe at them harshly.

Sophia notices and lays down beside you, pulling you into her side again. She runs her fingers through your hair and lets you compose yourself a bit more before she speaks up again. When she does, it’s— “You’re so afraid of the worst-case scenario that you aren’t even letting yourself take the chance. Sometimes you just gotta leap before you look and believe that you’ll land on solid ground.”

“I hate when you get philosophical on me,” you murmur, a soft laugh slipping past your lips.

She sits back up and rolls her eyes, but there’s a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Puh-lease. As if you’d ever get anything done without my wizened words of advice.”

You sniffle and wipe the last remnants of tears from your eyes, then sit up with her and look back down at your phone. The unfinished post still stares back up at you.

“What if I just—” you delete the caption for the umpteenth time and let your fingers dance across the screen, “—say this instead?”

Sophia leans over your shoulder, reads the new caption, pauses, and purses her lips. She reads it again, hums, and then breaks out into a grin. An incredulous laugh slips out and she turns to you with shining eyes. “You’re a damn genius! I knew you were worried over nothing. You just gotta stop getting into your head so much.”

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yourusername honey, i’m still free. take a chance on me.

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user WHAT???

user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH???

↳ user she’s literally saying she’s still free?? why would she say that if this is a soft launch?? 😭😭

logansargeant should’ve taken me with you 😒

↳ yourusername logie we both know you hate black tie events

user girl idk how you can do it i’d be spilling out of that dress with one wrong turn

user THE ROSES?? THE BABY’S BREATH?? I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

landonorris slay girl queen boss

↳ yourusername lando… what…

↳ landonorris i’m in my supportive era 😌💅 you should try it sometime

user i NEED to know where that dress is from omg

user oh to be a young rich and beautiful socialite

user not to be delulu but there’s a surprising lack of op81 in these comments 👀

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oscarpiastri it’s summer somewhere right?

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landonorris hm this caption seems familiar 🤨 i wonder what it could be referencing 🤔

user GOOD LUCK IN 2024 OSCAR 🧡🧡🧡

user wishing this were me rn

user i’m too delulu for this rn 😭

↳ user i’m waiting for y/n to show up in these comments

↳ user did they have a fight or smth??? they haven’t commented on each other’s last few posts

user gosh that’s the dream rn

When you answer the unknown number, on your way back to your room with a tub of ice cream and a plan to eat away your disappointment at the failure of Sophia’s plan, the last thing you expect is to hear Lando Norris of all people on the other end. There’s no greeting, no introduction, just an immediate— “Yeah, so, I’m gonna need you to fill me in on the sitch.”

For a brief moment, all you can do is stand there in the hallway with your phone pressed to your ear, wondering if this is real. You’ve had maybe a few brief conversations with Lando throughout your various visits to the paddock across the season, and though he was very nice and polite, and all of your interactions were friendly, you wouldn’t exactly call yourself friends. Certainly not “swap numbers and call one another” type of friends, either. Your most recent socializing has been strictly confined to the comment sections of Instagram posts.

“Hello? Y/N?”

You clear your throat, “Sorry. What?”

“The sitch? Situation? That’s an American slang word, I thought you knew that.” He says it so matter-of-factly. As if that’s the only thing you could be even remotely confused about in this whole interaction.

“No,” you answer, shaking your head as if it’ll somehow straighten out the spinning of your mind. “I know what the word means, Lando. I’m just wondering why you of all people are calling me right now? How’d you even get my number?”

You can hear music and voices on the other end of the line, muffled and distant, and then a door opens and closes and the extra noise is gone. Lando takes a deep breath and sighs, “If you must know, I got it from Alex, who got it from Lily, who got it from you. So, you know, transitive property means technically I got it from you, too.”

“I’m gonna choose to ignore how wrong all of that is,” you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose as you continue down the hall and eventually slip into your room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

You do recall giving your number to Lily, and the two of you have shared a few messages since the end of the season— mostly typical check-ins and catching up with the happenings of your individual lives. Occasionally she sends you recipes she thinks you’d like, and you do the same. You knew she’d given it to Alex because she’d asked you first if that was okay, and all Alex had sent was a brief well-wishes when Williams had confirmed Logan’s re-signing, accompanied by a short message that Lily was looking forward to seeing you in the paddock again.

Ignoring all of that, however, you focus on the matter at hand. “Why are you calling? Isn’t it crazy late in Monaco right now?”

He hums. “I’m the slightest bit tipsy, but I cannot take it anymore. If I see one more caption with underlying subtext like this is a forbidden romance in a period drama I am going to, quite frankly, lose my mind. I need you to explain to me what in the fuck is going on between you and Oscar.”

You pause, and then you groan. “Oh my God.”

“Yes, ‘oh my God’ indeed. Now please explain.”

You heave a sigh, because you know he isn’t going to drop this, but you also know that if anyone could help you more than Sophia, it’s probably Lando. He’s Oscar’s teammate, and at the very least, if you can’t talk to Logan, you can talk to the only other person who probably knows him just as well.

“It’s a long story,” you mumble, curling up in your bed.

He makes a sound, like a scoff. “Okay? I have plenty of time.”

So you start from the beginning. Between spoonfuls of chocolate ice cream, you detail how it all started because of a message of condolence, how that had led to a rendezvous for drinks, and how that had led even further to him kissing you in the car as he’d dropped you off at your hotel.

He’s silent up until you mention that Oscar hadn’t acknowledged the kiss at all afterward, and then he makes an affronted noise and mutters something under his breath about stupid guys and heads in asses.

You admit that part of it was your own fault, that you hadn’t attempted to communicate either because you’d been afraid of the reaction and potentially the rejection, but that you’d been kicking yourself ever since for missing out on being able to talk face to face about things when you’d had the chance.

It all culminates in you explaining your current situation, and you tell him about your talk with Sophia and then your friend’s self-proclaimed mastermind plan, which had failed spectacularly when Oscar hadn’t even seen the post.

When you’re finished, there’s a moment of silence before he bursts into laughter.

You flush red in embarrassment and hug the tub of ice cream closer to your chest, feeling miserable and ashamed, but also like you deserve it all anyway. The tub isn’t freezing cold anymore, but the chill still seeps in through your shirt faintly, and it’s comforting against the heated blush.

“Sorry,” he says when his cackling has died down to chuckles. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I actually do want to help. I genuinely can’t take one more post with a caption that’s all thinly veiled pining.”

You pause, fiddle with your spoon for a moment, and then hesitantly ask— “Do you know if he likes me?”

Lando goes quiet, and then he hums and admits that he doesn’t. “But,” he adds quickly, “just because I don’t have total confirmation doesn’t mean it isn’t basically obvious. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I know Oscar.”

You sigh, “But how are you going to help? You can’t just ask.”

“I don’t need to,” he answers, like you’re crazy for thinking he’d do something like that. “I’ve got a plan.”

Great. You run a hand down your face and try to stay optimistic. Another plan.

━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis @405rry

━━ a/n: a bit more writing heavy this part, and a bit longer because of it, but i'm proud of how it turned out! we're finally getting somewhere, and now we've got lando joining the team. genuinely had so much fun writing him, so i'm excited to feature him in future parts!

[baelabong]

ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴ (ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴇʏᴇ)

ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Plot: you and sophia are the guests for the running man episode, just xute interactions tbh, no warnings

Pairing: Sophia la forteza x Fem! Idol! Reader

Rq: yessir

Bong’s note: mannn i need someone to rizz me up like how sophia casuallg asked y/n out (acting as if my partner doesnt spoil me)

“Welcome back to another episode of Running Man!!!”, the cast members shout together

“Today, we have two special guests. One is a rookie, the other has been in the industry for a while so I guess that makes her a grandma”, Jihyo joked

“Heyyyyyy”, a voice can be heard off camera.

The camera pans to the left revealing y/n in water activities attire, ready for todays games.

The small girl runs towards Jihyo, tackling her into a hug before introducing herself saying “hello everyone! It’s y/n from Blackpink!! I promise i’m not old”,making everybody laugh.

“And the other guest is ….. Sophia from the newest global group Katseye!”, Jongkook yelled out in excitement making Jihyo sideeye him

The camera quickly shifts to reveal Sophia, standing just a few feet away, dressed in a matching water activities outfit. Her expression is a mix of excitement and a hint of shyness as she waves to the cast and crew. The soft-spoken idol gives a small bow, her cheeks tinted with a light blush as she greets everyone.

"Hello! I’m Sophia from Katseye. It’s an honor to be here!" she says, her voice clear yet sweet, earning a chorus of welcoming cheers from the cast.

As Sophia straightens up, her eyes meet Y/N’s for the first time. There’s a brief moment where everything seems to pause, the rest of the world fading away as the two idols take each other in. Y/N’s face lights up with recognition, her smile widening in delight.

"Sophia!" Y/N exclaims, practically bouncing on her feet as she closes the gap between them. She reaches out, pulling Sophia into an enthusiastic hug. "I can’t believe we’re finally meeting in person!"

Sophia’s initial surprise quickly melts into a soft giggle as she returns the hug, her arms wrapping around Y/N gently. "I’ve been looking forward to this too, unnie. I’ve watched so many of your performances… it’s like meeting a real-life superhero!"

Y/N pulls back slightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Superhero? Now you’re just trying to flatter me," she teases, playfully nudging Sophia’s shoulder.

"No, I mean it!" Sophia insists, her expression sincere. "You’ve been a huge inspiration to me. Getting to work with you today is a dream come true."

Touched by Sophia’s words, Y/N gives her a warm smile, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. "Well, I’m excited to team up with you too. Let’s show everyone what we’ve got!"

—————-

Sophia crouched low, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of movement. Her heart pounded in her chest as she crept along the edge of the wall, trying to remain as quiet as possible. The sound of her own breathing was loud in her ears, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand: tearing off the name tags of the opposing team.

She rounded a corner and froze. Just a few feet away, Y/N was peeking out from behind a pillar, her eyes wide with fear as she caught sight of Sophia.

"Sophia, don't do this!" Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and playfulness. "We're supposed to be friends!"

Sophia’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she took a step closer, her eyes locking onto Y/N’s. "I won’t hurt you, unnie," she promised, her voice soft but teasing. "Just stand still, okay?"

Y/N’s eyes widened even more, and she bit her lip, trying to figure out a way to escape. But as she took a step back, her foot slipped, and she stumbled forward, landing right in Sophia’s arms.

Sophia caught her easily, her arms wrapping around Y/N’s waist to steady her. The two girls stared at each other for a moment, the tension between them palpable.

"I guess I’m out of luck, huh?" Y/N said softly, looking up at Sophia with a pout that made her heart skip a beat.

Sophia smirked, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out of Y/N’s face. "Maybe… but I can’t let you off that easily. How about we make a deal? I’ll tear off your name tag, but I’ll protect you for the rest of the game."

Y/N’s pout turned into a small smile, and she nodded. "You’ll be my bodyguard? Sounds like a good deal."

Sophia chuckled and held out her hand, and Y/N hesitated for only a moment before raising her arms in surrender, letting Sophia gently pull off her name tag. Sophia pocketed the tag, her fingers lingering on Y/N’s for just a second longer than necessary.

"Deal," Sophia said, her voice softening. "Stick with me, unnie. I’ll make sure no one else gets to you."

Y/N’s smile widened, and she nodded, falling into step beside Sophia as they continued through the game, side by side.

——————

The sound of rushing water filled the air as the Running Man members gathered around the edge of the pool, eyeing the narrow, wobbly bridge that stretched across it. Sophia glanced at Y/N, who was standing next to her, her hands gripping the straps of her safety harness tightly.

Sophia smiled, trying to reassure her. "Don’t worry, unnie. You’ve got this."

Y/N looked at her with wide eyes, her voice shaking slightly as she replied, "Sophia, don’t shoot me!"

Sophia couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable plea, lowering the water gun she was holding. "I won’t, I promise. But you have to focus, okay? Just look at me."

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping onto the bridge. She kept her eyes on Sophia, her expression one of pure concentration as she carefully placed one foot in front of the other.

But the bridge swayed beneath her, and Y/N’s balance faltered. She let out a small yelp, her arms flailing as she tried to steady herself. The heavy item she was carrying slipped from her grasp, splashing into the water below.

"Sophia! Help!" Y/N cried, her voice tinged with panic as she felt herself tipping dangerously to the side.

Without hesitation, Sophia dropped her water gun and rushed to the edge of the platform. "Don’t worry, I’m here!" she called out, reaching out her hand.

Y/N grabbed onto Sophia’s hand, her grip tight and desperate. With a gentle but firm pull, Sophia helped Y/N regain her balance, guiding her to the end of the bridge where she collapsed onto the platform, breathing heavily.

"You really saved me there, Sophia," Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude as she looked up at her.

Sophia grinned, helping her to her feet. "I told you I’ve got you, unnie."

Y/N smiled, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she squeezed Sophia’s hand in silent thanks.

—————

The game of hide-and-seek was well underway, and the tension in the room was high as the Running Man members darted from one hiding spot to another. Sophia was on a mission to find a hidden item, but she knew she had to be careful not to get caught by the opposing team.

She was searching through a pile of props when she heard a familiar voice from across the room. "Oh, hey, have you seen Sophia? I think she’s looking for something."

Sophia’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized Y/N’s voice. She glanced up, just in time to see Y/N casually leading the other team members in the opposite direction. Sophia quickly ducked behind a large cardboard cutout, holding her breath as the other team members walked right past her.

Once the coast was clear, Y/N circled back, her eyes scanning the room until she spotted Sophia’s hiding spot. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she crouched down next to Sophia.

"Did I do good, Sophia?" Y/N whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Sophia couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to pat Y/N’s head gently. "You were perfect, unnie. You’re a natural at this."

Y/N beamed with pride, her grin widening. "Just so you know, I’m rooting for you. So let’s win this together, okay?"

Sophia felt a warm rush of affection for the older girl, nodding in agreement. "Deal. But if we win, I’m buying you dinner."

Y/N’s cheeks flushed a light pink, and she playfully nudged Sophia. "You’re on!"

[lara4eclipze]

“what am i supposed to do without you?”

sypnosis; work , train , new city the cycle never ended for yoonchae drowned in fame—she starts to drift from the only love of her life

cw; fluff , angst , lovey dovey , yoonchae is a sweetheart, a lil crying just a little , miscommunication , pabo is a Korean word which means stupid or dumb, a bit of jelousy

now playing; “Mr.Loverman”

"Lets welcome KATSEYE!". the speakers blare around the mall , as the girls walk out

"hi I'm yoonchae" you heard her sweet voice , you got to sit at front since vip i guess?

for obvious reasons you had to keep the relationship a secret but you enjoyed it , cheering the group seeing her shine on stage was definitely a cure to your sadness

—

"you did amazing" you said as you enter the dressing room , Lara and Megan where there as well so you greeted them

"aww thanks" yoonchae responds , her smile highlighting her face

you hug her and give her some flowers

"soo... when's your next performance" you ask

"I don't know yet—but we're going to korea to have a meeting with Hybe" the younger responds

"ohh" you didn't really get what she meant but you had to say something

"you don't get it?" she asks

"no I do" you chuckle

"yeah right pabo" yoonchae says giggling

—ᝰ.ᐟ

now you get it , yoonchae is in Korea currently and apparently their talking about the next comeback of the group

song named touch or something , the chorus was very catchy , yoonchaes voice suits it you thought

"and we went to eomma to eat" the younger says over facetime

"ooh , was it good?" you ask , smiling at the girl who kept on yapping on the other line

"yep , Lara and Sophia literally fought over the last piece of tteokboki" she chuckles remembering the moment

"I miss you" you said

"I miss you too , but I am going back in a week I think" she replies to with a pout

—ᝰ.ᐟ

maybe you were overreacting but who wouldn't? , yoonchae hasn't answered your text and calls for like a week

yet you kept on reasoning maybe because she was busy?

"yoonie , I miss youu (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･)" you chat her , besides she should be in the U.S by now

you wait and wait then wait , you kept on waiting

as you wait you scroll on Twitter , until you see katseye has a schedule to perform at a mall

you wonder why yoonchae hasn't told you yet — but maybe she just forgot to tell you

you bought tickets and got ready for the day

—ᝰ.ᐟ

music was loud , people were loud hell even the chairs you sat on was too loud for your liking

yes your social battery is as low as zero right now but what kept you in the mall was the upcoming performance

finally the girls were on stage , they were in position for their song "Debut" you really loved the song not only for it's fun choreo but the lyrics were amazing too

"hello everyone we are katseye!"

one by one the girls said and introduced yourself

"hi I'm Sophia!"

"hello everyone I am Manon and I am Lara"

"hi mall of Asia I am Megan!"

"Hola I'm daniela"

"annyeong— I'm Yoonchae"

you cheered and so did everyone else,they were beautiful

yoonchae saw you , and waved at you — you smiled back and held up a little handmade sign

"we love you katseye" written in some messy handwriting

the girls signed back a heart sign showing their gratitude

—ᝰ.ᐟ

after the show you stayed for a while meeting up with Lara's mom

"hey auntie" you said waving to her she waves back and you see Rhea behind her

"wanna come the girls are gonna eat at some restaurant" you nod In agreement

—ᝰ.ᐟ

"yoonie.." you ran up to her hugging her

"missed you" you pout at the younger

"me too" she giggles

"anyways let's sit down.." you said walking with her to your seat

after eating you asked yoonchae why she hasn't been online lately

"just busy" she replied nonchalantly which weirded you out , I mean she would've atleast sent you a hi but she didn't

"oh" you reply with the same tone

"lets call later?" she ask , which obviously lightened up your mood

a small grin plastered on your face

"yes please , what time?"

"maybe somewhere around 8-9pm" she replied

"okay yoonie " you kiss her cheeks , getting caught by Lara who makes a disgusted face

"yeah as if you and Manon are worse" the younger teased back

—ᝰ.ᐟ

finally home you took a replenishing bath and wore the pyjamas yoonchaes mom bought you

you text yoonchae about the call , and she replies with a thumbs up

weird. you thought

getting bored of waiting since It was probably getting late I mean look at the clock it's 10pm there's practically no sign of yoonchae

*this might be desperate" you exhale , you decided to call Lara instead to atleast know where yoonchae is

"hey , oh she's at Nayoungs place" Lara replied, you thank her and tell her to stay safe

"blah blah blah nayoung" you mutter under your breath , you excuse it as an freind thing but god you hated it

—ᝰ.ᐟ

7:30am

yoonie💗:"babe sorry , I was busy last night — i forgot"

yoonie💗:"sorry :(( , i love you"

you read the texts , yes it was mean not to reply to her but it constantly felt like you were the only one reaching out is there even a point to try?

you cook up something to eat , whilst getting ready to go to the gym

"shit" you mutter as the toast you bit in to was too hot

—ᝰ.ᐟ

while working out you listened to some music, debut was always and will be in every single playlist you had

you felt someone tap your shoulders

"hey"

you turn around pleasantly surprised, Ezrela?

"ezzie! , hey how are you??" you ask hugging her

"sorry bout the sweat" you said chuckling

"I've been good! , and no problem" The shorter replied

"i was wondering if you wanted to come over later—i invited the others aswell since you know I just got casted for some movie" She giggles

"yeah! , what time?" you said excited upon hearing the news

"come by at 8pm you know my address anyways" she said after so walking away

—ᝰ.ᐟ

at the party you saw some dream academy contestants and you knew the girls will be here aswell

"hey ezzie!" you run up to Ezrela giving her your gift

"congratulations by the way!" you said smiling at her

"aww thank you" she said leading you to the backyard

you saw some familiar faces , like Emily , Adela , Lexie and Nayoung — you forced yourself to smile and greet all of them

since most girls were adults their were drinks offered and mocktails for the younger

you were distracted waiting for the front door to open and her to come in , you missed her , plus it was getting late

Lexie approaches you , and you both got into a deep talk , maybe it was the alcohol hitting you but somehow the subject turned to you and yoonchae

"i really miss her you know—sometimes i wanna just keep her with me and hide her from the public" you said

"that's like kidnapping" Lexie chuckles to which you chuckle too

"but I get it — either way , just think about her being successful it will make her happy and what makes you happy?" Lexie follows

"her being happy" you repeat

you failed to notice how yoonchae was already in the party to busy talking, you excuse yourself to the bathroom from Lexie to which she nods too

"babe" you hear someone whisper

looking behind you saw yoonchae , fiddling with her jacket

"oh hi" you replied, you started feeling your eyes blur knowing damn well you were gonna cry you push into the bathroom

"are you okay?" the concerned younger one asks

"yeah.." you replied using some tissues to wipe away any stray tear

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how far I got from you—i saw you talking to Lexie about it , and I just don't want us to drift this far ever again" the younger states , her hands itching to hug you , a pout evident on her face

you took the initiative and hug her , she rest her head on your shoulders as she mutters some apology

"don't worry , I love you that's what matters" you replied, joy just filling you up

"i promise I'll make sure to stay in touch with you" the younger exhales

"i thought about you wayyyy too much , for my own good too ya know , i mean i didn't hear from you for like two days" you said , the younger presses her lips to your cheeks

"love you"

"love you too" you replied

[sjywrites]

Hii can I request Sophia x reader academic rivals? 🥺 u can do whatever u want w the plot pretty much please and thank u so much <3 :)

༊*·˚ ACADEMIC RIVALS LOVERS?

𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza x 𝓖n!reader. (no pronouns used). 𝓖enre. fluff, angst if you squint 𝓢ypnosis. our two favourite academic rivals have a lil fight, but the situation turns bad, and people realize their feelings. 𝓦𝓒 . 824 𝓒𝓦 . mentions of being hospitalised (sophia), a little angsty!

𝓝ote! this is a little messy since I wrote it during one of my breaks, but please lmk if you want like a part two cuz I really liked this plot!

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This is purely fiction and is not meant to interpret how the idols act in real life!

,, not proofread + english is not my first language ! ೃ⁀➷

At this point it didn’t even matter if you were better than everyone, you just had to be better than her. It started off very simple, both of you wanted to be better than everyone, academically that is. Eagerly waiting to get tests back and see who got a higher score, a smug grin on one's face when they got a better result than the other. No harm in that right? Wrong, that’s what started all of this.

Sophia walked towards me with her head held high, her uniform as neat as ever and her hair styled in a way making her look almost angelic. Wait, what? “What were your results?” She said, slamming her paper on top of my desk, I shook out of my daydreaming to answer her. “96.” I said while looking down in my maths book, trying to solve an equation but still focusing on what she would respond. She looks away and a teasing smirk spreads on her lips, and moves the finger that covered her results, 97. “Guess I’m just better than you huh?” She said proudly, staring down at me “Just because you got one point more than me doesn’t mean you’re better than me.” I said, pouting a little at her accusation.

Lately I’ve been feeling kind of… weird? Even if Sophia gets a higher score than me, I can’t find it in me to give a fuck. “Well, you’ve been slacking off a lot lately, I’ve gotten higher scores than you on the last four tests. So, I think that makes it obvious who's smarter!” Sophia states like it was the most obvious answer to what I said. Staring at her for a moment, I reply. “I've been busy okay, not everyone has that much free time to spend on studying, and you're talented in general, no wonder you get high scores” She looks shocked at my statement, then she smirks a little, “Did you just admit that I'm smart?” She looked proud in some way or another, “Not what I meant Sophia, but whatever floats your boat.” I grab my things from the desk and walk outside the classroom to my locker, a little frustrated at the whole situation. I did miss her response,

“I study that much so you won't think I'm stupid.”

A week goes by, no Sophia in sight. She missed two assignments, she's usually here every day. Even if she's sick, which I don't get why she does, but still. Did something happen to her? Was it something I did?

“You've been zoning out for the past like, three periods, what is going on with you today?” Lara, my best friend asks. “Do you know where Sophia is?” I ask, not really thinking before I ask. “Why do you want to know, don't you guys like, hate each other?” She looks at me with a very questionable look, suspecting something I cannot grasp, “Yes? No? I don't know Lara, but do you know where she is?” I say, a little confused and concerned. She looks at me with sad eyes before replying, “Y/N, Sophia got really sick out of nowhere, I heard she's at the hospital.” My eyes blew wide at the shocking news, why didn't she tell me? No, why would she do that? We're not even friends.

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Am I really doing this? I think to myself as I open the hospital doors and stumble up to the kind-looking man in the lobby. I strike up a casual conversation with him as he guides me to a room, I thank him quickly before he scurries away.

There in the little window on the door I see her, Sophia's sitting down on the bed. Her hair is a mess and her clothes look ridiculous, it looks like she hasn't slept for a few days too. I gently open the door and her gaze falls upon me, it's easier to see her face now. She looks tired, really tired. “Hey…” I say, she looks away from me and cuddles up in her sitting position. “What are you doing here?” she tries to sound annoyed, but it just comes out in a tired huff. “I heard what happened, I… was worried about you. I brought some notes from the classes you missed.” She looks shocked at my confession, she relaxes her posture and her gaze becomes soft. “Thank you… I really appreciate it.” She smiles a little as she grabs the papers I handed her, our hands touching softly.

I look at her, really look at her. For the first time actually having time to admire how pretty she looks, how perfect her flaws are. “I just came to give you that… so if you don't need anything else, I'll go.” I turn around to walk away, grabbing the door knob and turning it around, “Wait! Will you… please stay with me a little longer, I need it.

I need you.”

this is so messy I'm sorrrrryyyy!! I wanted to post something today at least :((

[lopposting]

The major question of the story that we are now asking:

Why, exactly, does Carlo never "wake up"?

[long post]

[Spoilers ahead]

Well, simply put - Because he is dead.

OK, that seems like too obvious an answer, but I'll elaborate, and bear with me here. I want to recap some elements first so you know where I'm coming from, but I'm also trying not to completely explain everything because that's way too hard and would be too long.

[Currently, we don't understand everything about the story or its meaning. Because of some of the shrouded nature of the lore and narrative, it leaves much mystery. But from viewing these questions and the story from a thematic standpoint, something unexpected and really cool happened. I found that the story and the lore opened up in reverse.]

The easiest way to explain the plot (in my opinion):

It was my impression that Geppetto never “started” the puppet frenzy. The puppets were NEVER breaking the grand covenant, interpretably they are protecting humans by stopping the spread of the petrification disease, it’s just that everyone in the city was infected by that point. 

Now with the puppets killing everybody in a city where everyone was infected (ergo being the result of the disease) Simon can go around harvesting all that ergo and Geppetto presumably plays him by letting Simon collect the Ergo first, and then sending P to kill him. [again, these details may not be completely accurate, but bear with me here]

Why create P in the first place?

He's made in Carlo's image so to speak because Geppetto hopes that Carlo's spirit will awaken. This is also why P is never bound to the covenant (it seems that not being bound to robot laws makes puppet egos awaken faster, since awakened puppets can break the grand covenant). So that is the two functions of P, to destroy puppets for ergo to harvest and so Carlo's consciousness can restore. I was just guessing that the arm of god was enough to get Carlo to revive, and Carlo's mental spirit reviving would be helpful but not entirely necessary. But for reasons we don't understand, Carlo never does regain consciousness.

Geppetto bitterly tells us that we don't seem to have inherited Carlo's memories. There is no big moment where Pinocchio or Pino or P reawakens, fully, as Carlo. He isn’t treated by the story as him. During the course of the game, P struggles to forge his own identity, to become a real boy, despite starting as a copy of the original. It’s a very fitting parable for the genre identity of a soulslike.

However, there are other successful re-incarnations of people through puppets, namely Sophia at the end of the Rise ending. We ask, for consistency's sake, why are puppet-form Romeo and puppet-form Sophia assumed to have retained their original identities, but not Pino? This is just my personal interpretation of why Carlo just couldn't or doesn't wake up. It isn't really based any lore or deduction from story details, this is from more of a philosophical point of view. And it isn't just the luck of the draw.

I had some initial thoughts about Carlo's failure. Romeo was made with intention of continuing to fight against the disease, as it's told that he "made a deal with the devil". Sophia may have been a special case, as she is a listener (Arlecchino even refers to her as the goddess in the tower), she may have had an ergo identity so strong that her essential self could retain this process. But either way, the implication is that Pino may have been able to recover her not long after that final fight. Look at the nameless puppet. The state of Carlo's body is so poor, that more than not his body seems to have been replaced with puppet parts. I think the implication was that Geppetto had been replacing parts as they rotted away. Maybe he had simply been dead for too long. But again, this isn't exactly why I think he couldn't awaken.

Simon and Geppetto

Lies has two main antagonists, although one isn't completely revealed until the last section. Both Simon and Geppetto are the perpetrators of Krat's destruction, but for what seems like different reasons. Simon is trying to be reborn, and Geppetto is trying to revive his dead son, Carlo. Interpretably, they are both trying to become Gods. Simon by grasping the supernatural, cosmic power of one, and Geppetto by raising the dead. They have destroyed Krat in their attempt to become a god, or more succinctly put, attempting to become God, singular. Geppetto's goal is, in essence, the same as Simon's goal - Because bringing back the dead would make him God.

That's why it seemed all so confusing. Haven't Geppetto and the alchemists already raised the dead, as Pino does at the end of the Rise ending with Sophia? Sophia, Romeo, and Carlo were all afflicted with the disease. Their Ergo were all made into puppets, but there's a minor but important distinction here. Sophia is still alive in her condition and actively suffering, this is the reason why she asks us to end her life. It seems as though Romeo lost his friend to the disease, and then made a "deal with the devil" to continue fighting, this implies being made into the king of puppets. We collected Sophia's ergo while she was alive, which we then used to animate the puppet. So the three of them were afflicted with the petrification disease. Sophia perished, Romeo perished, but Carlo died.

Now if we see the sand memories section of the beach, the stalker's words start to gain some clarity. If Carlo died from an incurable disease that the stalker couldn't prevent, why is she too late? Perhaps the goal was never to "save" Carlo's life. She laments; That she was too late, NOT to "save" him, but for him to be able to be restored. The stalker seemed to understand that whatever procedure needed to be done would be useless past the point of death.

I have to admit that there was something that I thought could override my theory. It seems as though the alchemists already were able to bring back both Champion Victor and The Eldest of the BRB, and from the dead no less. We read from notes in the Grand Exhibition that Victor had caught the disease, died to the despair of his adoring fans, but then miraculously made a comeback somehow stronger than ever. But maybe - he had only appeared to be brought back from the dead to the public, as Victor sought the help of the alchemists. And when it comes to the Eldest in the coffin, I'm wondering if he was actually only mortally wounded, leading the brotherhood to consult with the alchemists. [The way he was carried out by his brothers too (shouldered on either side) isn't typically the way you would expect people would handle a dead person]

Mirroring Sophia, Romeo, and Pinocchio, who were made into puppets: There is Champion Victor, The Eldest, and Nameless Puppet. We can see the former three as Geppetto's method of "cheating" God (cheating Death), and the latter three as alchemists' method. Only "Carlo" has a form in either one - The Nameless Puppet and the player, P. The Nameless puppet appears to share a similar undead quality with Victor and The Eldest of the BRB (including the tubes). We know that the collected Ergo can animate puppets, They are puppeting around their own dead bodies.

I feel like the Nameless Puppet tells us in a poetic way that Carlo is gone. My thoughts on this are more abstract. Again, this isn't from a factual analysis, but more of from viewing the Nameless Puppet itself as a metaphor. The Nameless puppet has qualities similar to the other undead bosses, yet the game doesn't describe it like it does Victor and the Eldest. It's not a body. It is a puppet [Human on the outside, mechanical on the inside - the inverse of our protagonist]. And straight in the text, we are told this is "The Nameless Puppet". But we know who Carlo was. His name was Carlo. We split open its head, and there are only cold, mechanical parts, instead of what we in the modern world now regard as the very most essential self (the brain). Because there was nothing to recover, there is no one there. Carlo's spirit had long, long since departed the world.

We are also told through one of the game's narrative devices that the Nameless puppet was the first puppet fitted with the organ. Ostensibly, Carlo's body was being prepared for whatever procedure that needed to take place, but Carlo died before that could happen (perhaps thankfully), and Geppetto pushed forward with his plans anyway, perhaps past the point of no return.

There are two forms of revival and we represent one of them, as in, there was the puppet form of Carlo and the undead form of Carlo. Presumably, the undead form was incredibly destructive, and thus stored away; We are the second try for Carlo's rebirth, this time in the puppet form, but we cannot even wake up without the aid of Sophia.

Lies, God, and the Finality of Death

But doesn't Geppetto actually succeed in one of the endings? Simon fails to become a god, (well, presumably only because we kill him in the process of doing so) and then we confront Geppetto. If we hand over our heart, Geppetto actually does revive Carlo. We see the resurrected Carlo, but with one simple smile we realize this isn't the Carlo the game has been leading us to believe existed. This ending leaves us with distrust and unease rather than a sense of peace and resolution. Simon fails to become a god, and at the bad ending - even if he "wins" - the game makes us wonder if So does Geppetto. No matter what, Carlo could NEVER be truly, and in both senses of the word, honestly, be revived.

[Simon Manus - like Simon Magus, the biblical figure who tries to buy into the supernatural power of God. And Geppetto, of course alluding to the 1883 italian novel The Adventures of Pinocchio - a puppet master, a creator indeed, but of wooden imitations of life, and a poor imitation of God]

So, why I think Carlo could not wake up? Because whatever needed to happen could not be done after the actual point of death, and Sophia and Romeo's hearts were both transferred before they actually died. His spirit had long gone from this world. Krat has methods of eternal life, but these transfers happened while they were still alive. While the alchemists and Geppetto could certainly cheat death (as we maybe even would with modern day medicine), they could not defeat it. Carlo can no longer wake up, Carlo can never wake up again, because he is dead.

[emeryhiro]

I over analysed TBOC trailer

I did it again, I don't know how to stop overanalysing anything that I find that's Carol & Daryl Related, and I'll say in advance that this will be another long one, but I really hope you guys enjoy it because as always I had a lot of fun writing it ♡

Firstly, I want to say that there will be a second post coming, which will briefly cover my thoughts on the SDCC panel. However, in this post, I'm going to breakdown all the scenes from the trailer that I think are the most important/interesting. I'll also be expanding on some of the scenes that I saw in episode 1, specifically the ones shown in the trailer, so that I can avoid spoiling anything that hasn't been shown yet.

Also, just as a note, I've listed the scenes below in what I think is timeline order (to my best guess), which means that I'm leading with the scenes from the trailer that are actually in episode one. So, a spoiler warning for those, as I'll be delving into them in a little more detail than I have before.

Carol's flashback at the barn doors:

This is the flashback scene of Sophia that Carol has in episode one, which has already been spoiled/posted online, but here you can see a glimpse of it in higher resolutions.

Isabelle and Daryl at the Nest

This is one of the scenes from episode one, specifically the scene where Daryl tells Isabelle that he doesn't know if he'll ever be happy staying at the Nest/France.

Ash and Carol opening the shed door:

This was also a scene from episode one, in which Ash shows Carol his stockpile of fuel, which is enough to get them to France and back.

Genet and Daryl:

This is another scene from episode one, which directly follows the scene in the sneak peek where Daryl attacks Genets' convoy. As seen in the trailer, as Daryl is about to shoot Genet, he's interrupted by a delayed explosion in the background, allowing her to get away. Anne's performance here blew my mind!

Carol & Ash takeoff:

These few shots are also from episode one and are pretty self-explanatory. But just to go over it again briefly, certain events led to Carol and Ash having to leave America/take off in the plane in a rush, which I'll add may not have been the ideal time in terms of logistics (you'll see what I mean); however, we can see that they make it into the air, which then gives us the beautiful shot of the sunrise in the distance.

This scene also features a really beautiful moment and dialogue between Ash and Carol, which I know you guys will love. It definitely made me love Ash a lot more.

For the Anon from last week: This scene may or may not have been the one I was referencing with the emojis 😊💖

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This wraps up all the scenes from the trailer which are from episode 1 that I wanted to talk about. There are a few others, but I don't think listing them right now is relevant.

From here on out, all the scenes that I mention come in later episodes, so the order of the scenes is just my guess of how I think things are going to happen, and it could honestly be completely wrong.

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Genet flashback:

To me, this looks like a flashback of younger Genet watching someone she cares about getting killed, which is potentially what motivated her and led her on her journey to becoming who she is and touches on what Laurent meant when he told her, "you're not angry, you're heartbroken" in season 1.

Additionally, the scene's background looks to be set in the Louvre, which we also see in an outside shot.

Ash/Carol's plane landing in France:

As I've mentioned previously, it appears that the plane lands somewhere in what looks like the French Alps, the possible location of which I broke down in one of my previous posts [here]. However, what we can see here is that the plane doesn't appear to be in good shape and will probably need some repairs before it can fly again, which is one of the reasons I don't expect Daryl and Carol to be leaving France using the plane and instead having to go to Spain (by land) as confirmed by the showrunners and cast.

Also, how good do Carol and Ash look in this scene?!

They look like a literal ad, and I love seeing them fighting walkers together! I'm genuinely gonna start praying that Ash survives.

Daryl surrounded by soldiers:

This is another really interesting shot because it appears that Daryl is being chased and surrounded by civilian soldiers who seem to be dressed just like the people of the Nest, with the addition of a red armbands and using older guns, which makes me think that these could possibly be civilians from the Nest that Genet had recruited to betray and attack the nest from the inside, alongside her soldiers. This solidifies what Norman said we'd see in season 2 as "wolves in sheep's clothing."

Another thing to point out is that Daryl's face is not covered in cuts and bruises yet, which leads me to believe that this is set early in the season, possibly in episode 2, before the reunion.

Daryl getting beat up:

Daryl appears to be captured by Genet and her men here. Although they make it look like Genet is talking to him directly as he's getting beat up, I think the scene with Genet is placed there to throw us off and, in fact, happens at a different time.

We then see the scene of this boy locking himself into the cell where Daryl is being held as he tries to get away from walkers. An interesting thing to note here is the resemblance between this guy and the guy in a cream-coloured jacket standing behind Carol in the previous teaser (comparison images below).

However, another possibility is that some of the group from the nest have come to save Daryl, and the walkers inside and outside are being used as a distraction.

Daryl fighting the walkers outside the car

The location of this scene looks exactly the same as the place that we can see in the shot below of Carol in a car surrounded by walkers.

The second angel solidifies that Daryl is the one killing the zombies surrounding the car as he approaches it. It's important to note that there appears to be at least one other person with him who shoots the walker that can be seen on the right, in the head.

Daryl in the car

So we can see the blood covering the windows of the car, which matches the scene where Carol is stuck in a car surrounded by walkers, and we can tell that there's someone outside the car killing the walkers, resulting in the blood splatter covering all the windows.

However, it looks like all the blood on the windows is now dry in this new scene, which leads me to believe that they (Carol and Daryl) were in that car for a while, maybe stuck/hiding from someone or just catching up and figuring out their next move.

And then we see what looks like a person or walker thrown through the back window🤣; they really can't have a moment of peace.

Codron at the gates of the Nest:

This scene looks to be set outside the gates of the Nest, which we saw in season one. Codron looks to be chained on top of a buggy that launches an explosive, destroying the Nest's gates. I expect that Codron was chained there as bait to lead the horde of walkers that we see running into the Nest.

Motorcycle & Car crossing a bridge in Paris:

This scene could involve the group (Carol, Daryl, Codron) returning to Paris after the attack and fall of the Nest.

Codron and Falou:

This is most likely the moment when Codron arrives at the Paris Nest base, and Fallou appears to be pointing a gun at a kneeling Cadron, furious at what Cadron had done to his group in the past; however, Carol and Daryl probably vouch for him; explaining that he helped them. It's also likely linked to the set photos/video that we've seen of Carol, Falou, and Codron sitting around a table in the same location.

Daryl and Carol in Paris:

No joke, I was cheering out loud when I saw this scene at the end of the trailer!! Having them in the same frame again (even if Carol is blurry) is a literal dream 😭 I love them so much, and this single frame was worth the long wait for the trailer. More on my thoughts about this scene in my theory at the end of the post (below the line).

Carol Walking through Paris:

We see Carol approaching a building (below), the Mobilier National, a museum and tapestry manufacturing facility in Paris. The side of the building that Carol is looking at is the chapel.

This location could be Genet's Paris base since, as you can see, several vehicles are parked outside, resembling her convoy and soldiers dressed in her group's uniform. Additionally, we see many people in civilian clothing walking into the building, similar to the ones that surrounded Daryl previously.

Daryl walking with the guitar

I believe this scene is post the Carol x Daryl reunion because of 2 main things.

The scars and bruising on his face match those we saw in the behind-the-scenes photos of Melissa and Norman filming together.

The surrounding area looks like the race track that we also know they filmed in together from set photos.

The other thing I want to mention here (I'm going to fangirl for a second, so bear with me) is the smile on Daryl's face; I just imagine that he's looking at Carol in this scene and overwhelmed with joy at the thought that they're together again, that they've found each other and they're going home. I really hope I'm right.

Codron shooting at a convoy:

So many interesting things in this shot which I haven't completely figured out how they'll fit into the story but I'll just breakdown what I see.

Ash/Carol's plane is in the background, and I'll add that it is not in the same spot where we see them land it in the other scene (Maybe after Daryl saves them in the car, Ash is injured so he heads back to fix and move the plane while Carol goes off to help Daryl).

Cordron is covered in injuries (broken arm, bandaged eye, bruising) potentially caused by Genet and her men as punishment for not giving away the location of the Nest in Season 1.

It also looks to be on the same race tracks we saw Daryl at in the guitar scene.

Cadron appears to be shooting at Genet's men/convoy that's approaching.

Dary sitting in a different car.

Looking at the seats of this car, they appear to be different from the one Carol was hiding in/surrounded by walkers.

The seat style suggests that it's an older vehicle, which could be the interior of the black sedan approaching Codron as part of the Convoy (gif above).

Daryl looks a little defeated, which may be due to them losing the plane (or the pilot😭).

Daryl in a tunnel:

As we can see, Daryl has his crossbow on his back, which means that this scene is also taking place post-reunion, possibly near the end of the season when Carol and Daryl decide that it's time for them to leave France and find their way home.

They appear to be in the unground Channel tunnel connecting France and England, which I expect them to try to head through since Losang had told Daryl in season one about boats that can travel between England and New England (US). However, it looks like there may have been a Chemical explosion/blockage in the tunnel that prevents them from getting across, leading them to try to find a way back to America through Spain.

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I know that was a long one but there was so much content in that trailer!! I'm so happy that the promo season has now kicked off and can't wait to keep getting some amazing content and interviews.

Thank you to all of you who read through this analysis! I would love to know your thoughts on any of the things I mentioned or left out. ♡♡♡

Also, based on all the content we got today, I now have a theory of how the rest of the season (episodes 2-6) will go, which I've included in this post (below the line) for those of you who are interested.

My Theory:

Thank you for sticking through the whole post and getting to this part ♡ Okay, so the trailer gave us all of these scenes out of order, but after I put them into some kind of order (to my best guess), I now have a theory about how things are going to play out from episode 2 onwards, I'll be leaving out episode 1 because that part wouldn't be a theory and I don't want to be giving any major spoilers 😅

Episode 2:

I believe that Daryl somehow hears that Carol (or someone who could be Carol) is in France and is looking for him, which is when he decides that he has to leave the Nest and go and find her; however, this is when the Nest is attacked (for the first time), and Daryl is surrounded by Genet's civilian soldiers, captured, and taken to Maison Miere, where we see him getting beaten up in the trailer.

Carol, Ash, and the two other mystery people with them either find out that Daryl has been captured and is being held there or get ambushed and stuck on their way to the Nest.

One of Carol's companions manages to find their way past the walkers into the building/Daryl's holding cell and frees Daryl. Daryl is then seen fighting his way through walkers inside the building as he's trying to get out and then fighting through the walkers surrounding the car that Carol, Ash, and the other mystery person are trapped in, leading to the long-awaited reunion.

Episode 3:

Now that they're reunited, I expect they spend some time in the car catching up on everything (at least long enough for all the blood that's on the car to dry, as seen in the scene above) and coming up with a plan. Finally deciding to leave once the walker comes flying through the back window, they head back to the Nest, potentially knowing that a second attack is imminent and wanting to help whoever they can.

As Carol and Daryl get back to the Nest, they manage to free Codron from his chains. However, they're too late and unable to save everyone. This final attack leads to some of the people from the Nest (Laurent, Isabelle, Silvy, etc.) ending up on the run or being captured by Genet.

Now that the Nest has fallen, they (Carol, Daryl, and Codron) have nowhere to go except back to Paris. Once back in Paris, we find that Daryl is now torn; he's finally reunited with Carol, and this is their chance to leave without taking any more risks; however, he feels guilty about leaving Laurent and the others in Genet's hands.

Carol is initially frustrated with Daryl (maybe this is where they're bickering like an old married couple 🤣) and how he's considering risking their lives again even though they only just reunited and are safe despite all the odds; however, seeing Daryl in this predicament, how he clearly cares about these people and how the guilt is affecting him, Carol ultimately decides to help him rescue whoever they can.

Episodes 4-5:

This will lead us into Caryl's rescue adventures for the next two episodes. Ending in them rescuing some of the people who were captured, including Layrent, Syvlie, Emile, etc. (Unfortunately I don't expect Isabelle to make it)

Episode 6:

After the rescue, they leave Laurent in Cordrons care, who has now redeemed himself and can raise Laurent as the brother he once lost.

Now that they've made things as right as they can, they feel ready to leave, however, there may be several failed attempts,

The first being the plane. Unfortunately, Genet's people find their location and try to stop them, which is where we see Codron shooting at the convoy in an attempt to slow them down, allowing time for Daryl/Carol (and maybe Ash) to try to get away. However, they end up losing the plane (or Ash 😭), and they're no longer able to get away.

Their second will probably be through the Channel Tunnel, which is another failed attempt due to what we can see in the trailers, which appears to be a chemical/acid explosion, with a portion of the tunnel collapsed and overrun by walkers.

Their final attempt will be going to Spain on land in hopes of finding another way across the Atlantic.

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That was so fun to write and I'd LOVE to hear what you guys think, and if you have your own theories, ♡♡♡ Mine seems to be constantly changing.

[buckysgrace]

One

Illicit Affairs Masterlist

Steve Harrington x Female!OC (Daphne Williams)

Daphne meets a handsome stranger at a bar on her birthday.

CW: Oral sex (fem receiving), protected sex, alcohol use, drunk assholes

Daphne

The music was loud, the lights dim as Daphne pushed her way back up towards the bar. She thought it was quite busy, even for a Friday night. She kept getting stopped by nice girls who were far too drunk and by guys who thought that she might be easy enough to take back home. Not that she could blame them. She was dressed the part. 

The dress was a baby blue that ended high against her thighs. There were cups sewn into the top of it, giving her smaller boobs a much needed lift. The only other thing she had on was a pair of sheer, sparkly sleeves over her arms. They did nothing to protect her from the harsh Chicago winter winds but Gillian had ever so kindly reminded her that a hoe doesn’t get cold. 

Daisy and GIllian had forced her into a birthday sash, as well as a little tiara that kept falling off of her blonde hair that she couldn’t keep up with. She was going to dye it back to red, match her normal color and never have to deal with the tangles again.

She’d lost her crowd of friends about ten minutes ago, desperately needing another Sex on the Beach before someone tried to hook her up with another guy she wasn’t interested in. Which she didn’t think would be a big loss. Sophia seemed intent on flirting with them before she even had a chance anyways.

“Can I get-, excuse me. Could I get a Sex on the Beach?” She spoke loud enough for the bartender to hear her, but part of her thought it had to do with the few shots tingling through her body as well. The bartender nodded, barely acknowledging her before he started on her drink.

“It’s your birthday?” She was startled by the man on her left, taken back by how loud and close he was suddenly. She met his eyes before she took a hesitant step back, trying to create some distance between them. 

“Yeah,” She smiled kindly, the same way she had to everyone else, “It is, it is.” She held her hands out playfully to show off the banner, expecting the conversation to end there. Despite what her friends thought, she really didn’t want to hook up with anyone tonight. She was not having that much fun. 

“I guess I can be one of your presents then,” He teased, “The name is Todd.” She kept her features steady, knowing that she couldn’t openly recoil in front of him. His pick up line might be the worst one she’d heard tonight. 

“Oh,” She nodded along, “Nice to meet you.” She spoke politely as she took her drink, glancing around to see if Daisy’s boyfriend was near. Baron didn’t look like much of a fighter, and well he really wasn’t at all, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put on a good show.

“Do you want to dance?” Todd’s voice registered through her ears, but she was hoping she could play it off by accepting and thanking her drink from the bartender. She held the cold cup in her hand, hoping by the time she turned around that he would be gone. She was not that lucky. 

“I uh-,” She started slowly, distracted by the stranger to her right. He was handsome, with large dark eyes and floppy brown hair. He looked nice, a lot nicer than Todd as his lips curled up and he sent her a soft wave, “No thank you. I was about to get back to my friends and-,” She began the whole spiel before she was cut off. 

“Your loss,” Todd answered quickly as his nose curled up, his eyes lighting up in anger, “You’re an ugly bitch anyways.” He spat out, pieces of spit hitting against her collarbone. She gasped in disgust, completely taken aback by the change in his attitude. 

“Jesus, dude. Have you looked in the mirror recently?” The guy next to her intervened, leaning in closer to the bar, “You should apologize.” Daphne nodded her head along urgently, feeling like that was completely fair. She knew she could be a bitch, but she wasn’t being one at the moment. Although now she wished she had. 

Todd narrowed his eyes, anger flashing through his features as he roughly took her cup from her hands. Her eyes widened but she wasn’t able to react fast enough as he tossed it in her direction, missing her completely and drenching the handsome stranger instead.

“Oh my God,” She gasped as she turned, watching as the brown eyed man laughed bitterly and shook the liquid from his hand, “I’m so sorry.” She apologized quickly, furrowing her eyebrows together in disbelief. 

“Wasn’t your fault,” He responded as he met her eyes, making her wince before she reached around the counter to grab a handful of napkins. She handed some to him, letting him wipe his face away as she began to dab his shirt down, “It’s really no big deal. This thing was getting old anyways.”

“I feel terrible,” She winced, wishing she had something to offer him, “I don’t suppose you came with another shirt?” She asked him, looking at his chest hair that was beginning to show through his wet shirt.

“I did not,” He chuckled as he watched her, making her movements briefly stall. From being this close she could see the many moles that decorated his face, how styled his eyebrows were, “It’s actually a rare material.”

“Oh boy,” She breathed out as she looked up at him, knowing that she at least had to do his dry cleaning, “What is it made of?” She asked in worry, fearing that she’d have to give her parents a call to help cover it. No. She reminded herself that she was trying to be independent, that she couldn’t keep running back to her parents every time things went bad. 

“Boyfriend material,” He told her, pressing his lips together before he broke out into a laugh. She giggled in response, her nerves sliding away as she shook her head, “That wasn’t too corny, was it?” He asked as he tilted his head, peering down at her as she felt a giddy feeling growing inside of her chest. 

“Very corny,” She told him seriously, but still held a smile up to her lips, “But I like it. It was sweet. I’m Daphne.” She introduced herself as she held her hand out, sure that she had too much to drink as a spark raced up her hand from where he touched her.

“Steve,” He responded as he firmly shook her hand, making her laugh once again. He was handsome and funny. Finding someone to hook up with suddenly didn’t seem that bad of an idea, “Are you here alone?” He asked in a way that was different from any other guy that asked you. Like he was genuinely curious, concerned even. 

“No,” She shook her head, “I’m here with my best friends. They’re somewhere! What about you?” She pointed off towards the distance, squinting her eyes as she tried to recall where she’d left them.

“Yeah, I’m just over there with some friends,” He explained as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “A very late birthday gathering.” He added a moment later, making her eyes widen in surprise. 

“Really?” She asked as a large smile pulled onto her lips, “It’s my birthday today!” She proclaimed as she gestured towards the sash on her chest, then at the little tiara on her head. As if he had somehow missed it.

“Mine was at the beginning of the month,” He nodded along with a smile, “The big thirty. Happy Birthday to you. I like your little tiara.” He smiled as he tapped his fingers against the top of it gently. She leaned in a little closer, getting a whiff of his cologne. It wasn’t strong or unbearable, but rather soft and smooth.

“Twenty three,” She told him, heart beating roughly in her chest as he drifted his fingers down her hair, “Do you want to get a shot? If you’re alright in that shirt.” She couldn’t stop herself as she dabbed a napkin over his shirt again, trying to keep the urge to touch him to herself. She was struggling. 

“Doesn’t hurt me any,” He added as he leaned over, ordering them each a shot of Tequila. She wrinkled her nose up, thinking about how badly it would burn, “You don’t like it?” He asked as he faced her again, speaking a little louder as the music shifted into an even louder song. 

“Tequila is fine,” She told him as she shook her head, wanting to impress him, “Very strong.” She told him, sticking her tongue out once she downed the little shot glass. He chuckled, his movements a lot slower and more mature. She was in awe of the way he didn’t seem bothered.

“Do you drink much?” He asked her, looking amused as he wiped the liquid from the corners of his lips. She couldn’t stop looking at his eyes, trying to decide if he had some green mixed in with the brown. She decided she’d eventually have to get a closer look. 

“I like fruity drinks,” She grinned as she brought her eyes back to his damp shirt, “Sorry, but at least you’ll smell good.” She gave him a cheesy smile, listening to the soft chuckle that left his lips. It was a really nice sound. 

“You shouldn’t apologize for that asshole,” He replied as he shook his head, “You’re very pretty. And I don’t think you’re a bitch.” His smile was pleasant and his teeth shiny and straight. She felt a giddy feeling forming in her stomach, telling her that she had definitely had one too many drinks. 

“I can be,” She spit out, giggling as she covered her mouth, “Sometimes. But thank you. You really think I’m pretty?” She didn’t quite feel in control as she twisted her curled hair around her finger, certainly acting like she was a dumb teenager with a crush all over again. 

“Very pretty,” He chuckled as he rested his elbow on the counter, “The most beautiful woman in Chicago.” He continued to tease with her, but something in his tone made her feel like it was serious. She flushed, grateful for how dark the room was suddenly. 

“Now you’re being funny,” She told him, but her cheeks still burned as she suddenly wondered if she should take another shot for a confidence boost, “You’re very handsome too.” She told him, fully meaning it. She wasn’t drunk enough for her mind to be that clouded. She could easily recognize how attractive he truly was, that he wasn’t someone she’d wake up to in the morning and regret. 

“Do you dance?” He asked her, squinting his eyes softly as he trailed his eyes down towards her lips. She prayed that her lipstick hadn’t smudged, or that she didn’t have anything hiding in between her teeth. 

“Not well,” She smiled as she leaned closer to him, “Unless you count line dancing.” She told him with a laugh, standing close enough that she could smell the tequila on his breath. She suspected that there was a hint of cigarette smoke there, but she couldn’t be completely sure. 

“Line dancing?” He repeated with a chuckle, his brown eyes sparkling in disbelief, “That’s your dance of choice?” He questioned as he brought his drink up to his lips, looking towards her in amusement. 

“Not by choice,” She protested, “I had to learn it when I was little. My mom thought it would be cute if my siblings and I all learned how to do it.” She explained as she thought about the memory, recognizing how ridiculous it must sound. 

“And you remember it by heart.” Steve stated as he leaned lazily against the bar, his long legs sticking out from his position. 

“Yes,” She said before she pressed her lips together, trying to hide her grin that was forming, “And because it’s just fun.” She admitted a second later, knowing that she had put so much effort into it as a child that she had become good at it. 

“Maybe you can teach me sometime,” He teased as he took another gulp from his drink, “But not tonight. I’d probably make a fool out of myself.” He set his cup back down before he wiped the condensation off on his jeans. He held onto her elbow softly before she took a hold of his fingers, gripping onto him. 

“And you’re not wearing your line dancing boots,” She teased as she dragged him out towards the dance floor, trying to find a spot where they wouldn’t be bumping against people, “Thirty is an exciting age I hear.” She told him, neglecting to mention her own fear as her birthdays passed. She desperately needed to sort out her own life before she grew any older.

“I’m old,” He laughed as he moved his hands to her hips, “At least I feel it.” Her heart continued to race inside of her chest, beating against her bones as he pressed her back against his chest. He was warm and solid, but not strong enough to be uncomfortable. He was still soft, steady. 

“Thirty is so young,” She said with a gasp, “You don’t look a day over twenty nine.” She teased as she glanced over his shoulder, her lips parting as she began to move her hips to the beat of the music. She held onto his wrists, holding him in place as waves crashed deep inside of her. 

“Perfect,” He grinned as his nose brushed against her cheek, “Did you make any big birthday wishes?” His voice was husky, deep as she felt the curve of his lips pressing against her skin. She moved her hands up towards his forearm, enjoying the feeling.

“Just one,” She hummed as she continued to brush her fingertips across his arms, enjoying the way his skin felt underneath hers, “I just want this year to be good. I want to be happy.” She said at last, stalling her thoughts about how shitty the previous year would be. She wouldn’t think about it right now. She didn’t want to ruin the moment. 

“That’s pretty deep,” He mumbled against her skin as he drifted his slender fingers across her smooth neck, “I don’t know if I can make your whole year good, but what about one night?” His voice was softer, slightly more raspy as he mumbled his suggestion to her.

She felt her stomach flip a few times as butterflies spread through her body, fluttering so harshly she was sure that her knees might give out. A warmth spread through her, burning her skin harshly as she quickly absorbed his words. 

“Your place?” She asked, watching the way he nodded his head in agreement, “I just need to let my friends know. Do you have a Snap? Just in case I lose you.” She added as she turned to face him, tucking her hair behind her ear. She wasn’t going to cry in front of this handsome stranger. 

“Uh, yeah,” He fumbled with his phone for a moment before he pulled it free. He squinted as he unlocked it, making a face until he held the app towards her, “What’s yours?” He questioned as she typed it in, then ensured that she got the request on her side. 

“Pussyslay3r69?” She asked with a laugh, raising an eyebrow as she tilted her chin up towards his direction. His eyes widened for a moment before his features turned sheepish. Her laughter turned into soft giggles as she squeezed at his bicep, letting her fingers linger there for a moment too long. 

“My friend made it,” He grumbled as his cheeks turned pink, “I’ll see you in a minute then.” He stated as she nodded her head along, curious as to if his username was true or not. She brushed her fingertips against his softly, gently before she trudged her way back through the crowd. She glanced over her shoulder, ensuring that she wouldn’t lose him. 

“Are you ready?” Daisy asked as she swayed her hips back and forth, one hand against Baron’s reddened cheek, “He has to work tomorrow.” She explained as Baron ran his fingers through her blonde hair, playing with it softly. 

“Not quite,” Daphne grinned as she glanced over her shoulder once again, even though she couldn’t see Steve anymore, “I’m going to go home with someone else tonight.” She added, rolling her eyes at the way Daisy and Lila wolf whistled at her. 

“Who with?” Gillian demanded as she rested her hands on her hips, her dark eyebrows furrowing together in worry. She had taken to cutting her dark hair short, letting it rest against her collarbones. 

“A guy,” Daphne replied, “And don’t worry, I shared my location with you already.” She told her seriously, knowing that Gillian could be just a smidge overprotective. Just a bit. 

“Text me,” She demanded as she pointed at her, “I don’t want to find out you’re dead from Tik Tok.” She shook her head, sighing softly like her worst fear was already coming true. Daphne pressed her lips together. 

“Gil,” Daisy sighed as she shook her head, “Daphne is really careful. And her parents are rich so obviously she’d try and pull some ransom over them first.” She explained as she earned a chorus of laughs from their little group. 

“You guys are so funny,” Daphne replied as she shook her head once again, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She added as she put her thumbs up, more excited for herself than anything.

It had been a long few months of stale dates and even worse Tinder hookups. She was completely over Hugh, minus the bitter feelings. But there was only so much forgiveness to go around when your boyfriend was caught hooking up with your twin. It sort of put a damper on things.

“I got an Uber,” Steve explained once she found him, exactly in the spot she’d left him in, “I thought you might get cold.” He added as he drifted his eyes over her arms. She held them out playfully, watching the way the sequins sparkled in the night lights. 

“You can’t get cold when you look this cute,” She told him as she moved her hand to his bicep, holding him gently as he maneuvered them through the crowd, “But thank you.” She told him seriously, glad that she wouldn’t have to walk through the windy city in her little dress and very high heels. 

The Uber ride was short but comfortable. Steve was easy to talk to, charismatic and just a little dorky. There was an easy going manner to him that she craved, like he had nothing to hide. He didn’t speak to her like he only wanted one thing either. It was different, nice. Very nice. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked as he let her walk inside the elevator first. She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection; her sash hanging loosely and crown lopsided on top of her messy hair. She shifted her dress down a bit, suddenly wondering if he thought her dress was too whoreish. 

“Perfectly fine,” She replied as she held her hands up gently, “But I appreciate you asking.” She told him once he pressed the button for his floor. It was quiet in his apartment, pretty and put together. 

“You can grab whatever from the fridge if you get hungry,” He added quickly as he glanced towards her, waiting as the elevator continued to climb, “Or anything to drink.” He added as he reached for her hand, linking their fingers together as he guided her towards his apartment. 

“Sounds good,” She told him as she looked around, keeping a tight grip on his hand so she wouldn’t get lost, “This is expensive looking.” She teased him, knowing it was far better than her dorm or Hugh’s apartment. Even Gillian and Michael’s place wasn’t this nice. 

“Thanks,” He laughed as he glanced over his shoulder before he opened the door, “It’s home.” He said as he pushed the door open, holding it open for her so she could walk inside first. She peered around curiously, noticing the various plants that were littered about. He didn’t have many photos, but there were plenty of maps hung and placed around. 

She followed him down the hallway towards his room, unable to stop and inspect the different photos and decorations as he dragged her forward. There wasn’t much, sort of like he had meant to decorate it in a minimalist style. She didn’t want to lose the feeling of his hand against her own. It felt good. 

“Your place is nice,” She told him seriously as she looked around his room, “Bring many people back here?” She asked him as she felt her nerves coming forth. She wished she had taken one last shot before they had left. 

“Not usually for hookups,” He admitted as he brushed his index finger across the curve of her cheek, “I guess you’re the first.” He whispered softly as she gazed up into his brown eyes, confirming that there was a speck of green mingled with the brown hue.

“Lucky me.” She responded, even though she felt like her confidence had dwindled away as he continued to drag his eyes across her features. She didn’t let it bother her that this would only be a hookup, at least she had him for a night. One glorious night was all she needed. 

His breath was warm against her skin as he bent towards her, one hand resting against the side of his cheek before he brought his lips against her skin. She tilted her head, sighing softly at the way he dragged his mouth against her slender neck. He pressed his thumb onto the opposite side, sending a shiver down her back. 

“S’pretty,” He mumbled as he dragged his fingers down her sides gently. She flushed at the compliment, shivers forming on her skin as he continued to kiss along the curve of her neck, “You smell nice.”

“Thanks,” She whispered softly as his nose brushed against hers, bumping so softly as she found her lips opening towards his mouth, “You’re really pretty.” She whispered softly, feeling like her tongue was twisted and tied into various knots. It was suddenly as if she didn’t know how to act. 

His bottom lip just barely pressed against hers, slotting against her mouth like a puzzle piece that had been missing for some time. She opened her mouth in surprise at the jolts of electricity that traveled through her body, sighing dreamily at the way his lips felt against hers.

Smooth and warm, soft. It put a fuzzy feeling through her as she moved her hand against his shoulders as his large hands fell to her hips. His kiss was slow and delicate, deep as she felt her mind slipping away into the pleasure of his mouth on hers. 

“I appreciate it.” He chuckled as he pulled his lips into a grin, giving her sides a soft squeeze as he drifted his face back towards hers. He held onto her cheek tightly, squeezing as he dragged his mouth against the corner of her lips before he kissed her again. She felt sparks forming through her chest, racing through her veins at the way he kissed her.

She could blame it on the alcohol, but deep down she knew that she had never been kissed in such a manner before. It was deep and sensual, slow and hungry as he just barely nipped and licked at her. She wanted more.

She lost herself in him as he drifted his hands down towards her shoulders, sparks traveling as he slowly pushed the sleeves off of her shoulders. The chilly air hit her, but she stayed warm underneath his touch. Her heart was pulsing harshly in her chest, making her gape as he slid his tongue inside of her mouth.

It still didn’t feel messy or urgent, like he was rushing to get her in and out. Her head was buzzing as her tongue molded against his, sliding easily as he moved his hands down the middle of her spine and began to unzip slowly.

Her cheeks were burning as they pulled apart, his eyes glazed over as he slowly let her dress fall into a puddle at her feet. She exhaled, stifling her nervous laughter as she stepped out of it. His brown eyes wandered from her chest, down to her hips and then her legs.

“You’re beautiful,” He told her softly as he took her hands, tugging her along slowly with him, “Come here.” He mumbled as he dragged her nude body towards his, her heart pounding harshly inside of her chest. 

She caught a small glimpse of his room, taking in the gray sheets and many pillows before she was toppling back against the mattress. She laughed this time as the air left her lungs and her hair framed her face. She sat up a bit, only to be met with his mouth once again.

His kiss was deeper this time, making her moan as his large hands fell to her perky tits. She gasped against his mouth as he began to pinch at her nipples, his lips curling into a cocky grin as she rutted her hips forward.

“Steve,” She whined softly as he rolled her hard nipples in his fingers again, making her chest arch towards him, “I want you.” She whispered softly, blinking slowly as she took in his messy hair and darkened eyes.

“You are,” He mumbled as he trailed his lips down her neck, then down her chest as he moved from mole to mole. Freckle to freckle. She was covered in them. She drifted her hands up above her head, sighing as she enjoyed the sensation, “Just relax.” He hummed as he flicked his tongue out underneath her belly button, making her shiver.

He looped his slender fingers through the bands of her thong, pulling them down slowly as she lifted her hips for support. She felt her face burning as he slowly dropped them, pressing her knees apart as he fully took in the image of her.

“So pretty,” He added as he kissed at her slender thighs, making her clit throb from the anticipation, “I bet you taste even better.” He hummed as he dragged his tongue across her thighs, making her legs jolt in pleasure. 

She didn’t have time to speak, but even if she could, her mind was not working in a way that would help her to form words. A gasp left her lips as his warm breath fell against her slick cunt, his brown eyes locking in on her blue ones before he stuck his tongue out and dragged it against her wet folds.

She crooned, her whole body jolting from the sensation as he wasted no time after that. His tongue was everywhere, dipping in between her pink folds before he pressed two fingers against her skin to spread her apart for him.

Her mind broke at the feeling of his tongue flicking against her clit, lapping at the sensitive bud repeatedly as she dug her heels into the mattress. Her body burst into blames, her pussy aching as soft groans fell from his lips and vibrated against her cunt. 

“Oh God,” She whined as she shut her eyes, her hips rolling on their own as the pleasure filled her deeply. He moved his slender fingers to her clit, rubbing softly as he kissed his mouth lower and lower, “Steve. Oh my God.” She spasmed underneath him, her fingers falling to his thick brown locks. 

He prodded his tongue against her wet hole, licking away her slick slowly as he moved his hands to her hips. He kept her steady, pressing her against the mattress as he buried his tongue inside of her aching cunt. She mewled loudly as the wildfire spread deep inside of her stomach, the pleasure filling her greatly. Her moans were rolling off of her tongue, filling his bedroom with loud melodies.

Steve’s tongue curled deep inside of her, licking and circling at her crying walls as his nose fell into place against her clit. Her fingers curled tightly in his hair, nudging him closer as her legs became numb. 

He dragged his fingers down slowly, earning a loud squeal from her as he slid two long fingers inside of her wet cunt. She sat up a little higher, eyebrows furrowed and mouth parted as he began to drag his fingers in and out of her fluttering walls.

“Look at you,” He cooed as he pressed soft kisses against her clit, groaning as he pumped his digits deep inside of her, “She’s taking me so good. Your pussy looks so pretty stretched around me.” He hummed, sending a fresh wave of vibrations through her body as her walls stretched along his slender fingers. 

“Fuck,” She hissed out, the words feelign heavy against her tongue as she began to grind herself against his fingers more frantically. He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking on the soft bud at the same time he began to rapidly flick his tongue against it, “Oh, oh! Fuck!” She squeaked out, her chest tightening as the muscles in her stomach broke.

She came with a loud cry, moaning from deep inside of her throat as the pleasure wrapped thickly around her. Her insides burned in a way she’d never experienced, her body shaking as the feeling continually washed and crashed over. 

She fell back against the pillows, eyes wide as she stared up at the ceiling. Her heart hammered roughly inside of her chest, her breathing labored as her body trembled underneath his slow movements. He continued to lick and prod at her pussy, his fingertips digging deep into her pale flesh as she tried to gain sense of her surroundings. 

“Still there?” He mumbled a second later, pulling away to rub soft circles into her hips. She blinked slowly, a bubble of giggles slipping free from her mouth as she finally found herself slipping through the fog in her mind. 

“Yeah,” She exhaled deeply as she slowly pulled herself up once again, feeling like her body was weighed down by cement blocks as she met his hazy brown eyes, “I’m here.” She gaped softly as she took in the ravenous look on his features. 

His lips and chin were wet, slick from her cum as he looked up at her with hazy eyes. She breathed in deeply, panting softly as the pleasure washed over it. Everything felt even more intense as he drifted his thumb lazily against her clit.

“She’s so sweet,” He hummed softly as he continued to slowly pump his fingers inside of her aching hole. She whined in bliss, her body moving wildly as she began to rock herself back against the length of his fingers, “So needy.” He teased, chuckling softly as he sat up on his knees.

She moaned as he slowly withdrew his fingers, her walls crying in protest at the loss of contact. She wanted him again, wanted to feel him deep inside of her. It was a carnal need, something that she had never felt before with Hugh. She thought that she might die if she didn’t feel Steve inside of her, and didn't feel their bodies molding together.

He stuck his tongue out as he licked his fingers clean, making her eyes widen at the way he held eye contact with her. She could feel her entire body flush, warming at the filthy sensation that filled her. 

She sat up, gripping the collar of his shirt as she roughly connected their lips. A chuckle came from his mouth as she kissed him deeply, licking away the taste of herself from his tongue. She’d never done something so dirty before, never felt so alive. 

She began to messily unbutton his shirt, struggling before he took over. He peeled his shirt off easily, his lips moving sweeter against hers. Her hands quickly fell to his bare chest, her palms exploring his warm skin and the thick hair that grew along his chest.

He removed his belt next, then struggled out of his jeans and boxers as she quickly moved her hands where she could help. She fell against him, her head thumping against his in the act. They laughed in unison, both breathless as he quickly removed his socks and then settled back in between her legs.

She bit down on her finger, staring in fascination as she drank in the image of his body over top of hers. His tone was slightly warmer than hers, covered in dark hair and a mass amount of moles. She bit back a grin, thinking that it matched the beauty marks on her own body.

She watched as he wrapped his long fingers around his cock, giving his girth a squeeze before he gave himself a quick stroke. He was long, far bigger than anyone she had ever been with before. His dick was paler than the rest of his body, but the head of his cock remained a soft pink like his lips. 

“S’big,” She spit up as she sat up on her elbows, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched him slide the condom over his long length. She was fairly certain it was going to hurt, but she didn’t want to scare him off, “Can I touch?’

“Yes,” He laughed as he chewed on his bottom lip, giving his cock two slow strokes before she moved her hand to his pink tip. She exhaled at the feeling of him against her palm, of how heavy and natural he felt against her. She moved her hand languidly, enjoying the way he throbbed against her skin, “Wanna fuck you.” He mumbled as he leaned over her, his heavy cock leaning against her abdomen as he peppered a soft kiss against her lips. 

She nodded her head as she adjusted herself against his pillows, inhaling deeply through her nose as she pulled her knees further apart and towards her chest. She felt small underneath him, tiny despite her long legs.

He rubbed his fingers across her clit once again, cooing as her body jolted at the impact. With his other hand he held himself, pressing his tip against her slick hole before he slid the tip of his cock inside of her wet pussy. 

Her lungs felt broken, like all the air had been punched free as her mouth fell open in awe. He slid himself in slowly, letting her adjust inch by inch as her fingers twisted into the pillow case above her head. 

His groans were as loud as her moans, mingling into a symphony as it filled the dark room. He used his free hand to caress her, his lips moving lazily over hers as she felt her walls gradually being stretched around him. It was a glorious feeling, filling her with so much pleasure that she thought she might cry.

“S’okay?” He mumbled, his voice coming out raspy and slightly whiny as one of his large hands fell to her perky tits. She moaned at the feeling of her skin being captured by his, of the way he softly pressed her pink nipple between his fingers, “You’re taking my cock so good.” He praised her, making her coo as she moved her fingers to his back.

“Feels good,” She encouraged him with wide eyes, whining at the way he began to thrust inside of her. Each time he pressed back in, she swore that he filled her deeper. She had never been so close to someone before, felt so filled, “Oh fuck. Right there.” She cried out as he rocked deep inside of her, his cock pressing against a spot that made her see stars.

Her head fell back, her eyes squinting shut as she found it too hard to keep them open with the pleasure that was throbbing inside of her. She felt her body dragging against the mattress, sinking deep inside as she felt herself leaking around his fat girth. 

“So good for me,” He groaned as his nose fell to her cheek, his lips against her skin as his grunts filled her ear in a song she wouldn’t forget for some time, “You like that, huh?” He moaned as he continued to drag her body along the length of his cock, sinking in deeper and further against her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” She cried out as she spasmed underneath him, her fingernails digging into his muscles as the burning sensation filled her again. Her cunt gripped him tightly, her toes curling as she rocked her body to the beat of his, “Yes, yes! Fuck, right there!” She babbled off, eyebrows furrowed as she was sure she made no sense at all. The pleasure was too much for her to handle, silly words slipping free as she was unable to help herself.

He grunted as he messily kissed at her lips, his cock sliding easily inside of her as her cunt leaked around him. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room suddenly, mixing with the pleasures that slipped from their tongues. 

She felt like she was floating, her body high in the air as the bliss of it all took over. She came harder than before, her nails digging into his skin as she gripped ahold of him. She suddenly felt changed, like she’d never feel something this good ever again. Her mind became fuzzy, her eyes hazy and watery as her pussy clamped down along his dick.

“Steve,” She whimpered as she dragged her nails down his back, her hips still grinding up against him as the crash of her orgasm still washed over her. He huffed in response, his head falling back as his features wrinkled up in pleasure, “You feel so good.” She breathed out as she moved her lips to his neck, trying to kiss him but unable to complete the motions. She paused at the crook of his neck, swearing she could feel his pulse underneath his skin.

“Daphne,” He groaned as his movements stalled, his thrusts becoming deeper and slower. He sighed loudly as he reached down to grip the base of his cock, pulling himself free in one quick motion before he tugged the condom off of the length of his cock, “Shit.” He grunted, her eyes widened as she wondered if he was going to fill her with his cum.

He stroked his cock once, then twice before thick ropes of his spunk fell against her abdomen. It coated her skin up towards her chest and even landed underneath her chin. She stared at him in bliss, watching as he slowly gave himself a few more strokes before he lazily dropped his head again.

He fell against her, nearly crushing her as his breath remained labored with hers. She held onto him softly, soaking in the feeling of his skin against hers as she rubbed at his back. She moved her fingers to his hair, pushing it out of the way so she could get a better look at his pretty face.

“Was that alright?” He hummed as her chest continued to drag up and down as she still felt the energy pulsing from inside of her. She tugged a grin up to her lips, not caring about the wet feeling between her legs or the cum that coated her skin. It was nice. A feeling she could get used to. She would certainly be sore walking home in the morning.

“More than alright,” She breathed out as she faced him, heart hammering at the way his lips sparked a smile, “Best birthday present ever.” 

[cultofdixon]

Falling for the archer

What dating / being married to Daryl Dixon would be like • Grimes’ little sister!reader / Eldest Greene sister!reader [doin’ both cuz why tf not] • ANGST/SFW/NSFW

Requested by: @witch-of-letters

Rick Grimes’ Little Sister

Dating

Let’s be real, Rick Grimes would wish he was still in a coma if he saw you—his little sister—with a man that tried to kill him for what he did to his older brother

But when you look a little deeper in that situation, he would’ve reacted the same way if someone had done that to you

But y’all weren’t together in the quarry. People assumed such by how comfortable Daryl was around you.

The man gave you an ounce of his trust in the very beginning because you didn’t treat him like an asshole [like a certain home wrecker cop…]

It grew from there and had its moments. Daryl didn’t want to act on this feeling growing inside of him until he knew that you felt the same way.

But you were also struggling with the same brewing feelings that you’ve had since the ambush on the quarry campsite. Daryl knew you had the strength to defend yourself, but the second he arrived he took out every sicko that came your way. That when it was all over, the archer quickly scanned your person to make sure you were alright

The two of you really wanted to ignore your feelings because of the whole “end of the world who would have time for this?” spiel but the universe had other plans.

2 incidents happened

Daryl drunkenly confessed his brewing feelings the night at the CDC and given that the man was drunk and you were in shock hearing that come from him, he simply wished he died right then and there thinking he must’ve scared you off. But when waking the next day to the worse hangover, he saw you sleeping on the couch across from him and a glass of water with some pain killers were placed on the table for him. He indeed didn’t scare you off but was afraid he ruined something

But the other incident was at the farm when the “walker” got shot and revealed itself to be Daryl. Rick had to pry you off Andrea when you managed to get a hold of her. Daryl heard about the incident from Glenn after he left the Greene house and went to recover in the comforts of his tent.

He had to go look for you once it was night enough to get some alone time with you.

“You’re a crazy son of a bitch for picking a fight”

“Maybe if you didn’t get hurt, didn’t get lost, and didn’t get shot by Ms. Trigger Happy—I wouldn’t have had to give her a piece of my mind”

“Why do you care so much for somebody like me?”

“Because I can! And I’m falling in love with you! I’m done ignoring my feelings…I couldn’t…I wouldn’t live with myself if you died without knowing how I felt”

Typical for the other party to confess their feelings first with Daryl Dixon. But all he needed was that confirmation before closing the space between the two of you and pressing his lips firmly against yours.

Yeah. Rick shouldn’t have been on watch that night cuz he saw y’all kissing. But given how you almost beat Andrea to a pulp, he wasn’t going to get in the way right away.

Daryl didn’t want to stop kissing you, or let you go for the matter. But he knew if you didn’t go back to your tent that night, someone would come looking for you. And he didn’t want anybody else in those moments that he just wanted it to be the two of you.

The two of you found small moments to be by yourselves and admire the other. Even when their time at the farm was getting cut short by a number of events.

Sophia…Dale…Shane…the fire

When the fire happened and everyone’s first thought was to get the hell out of there, that was when Rick knew for himself that Daryl wouldn’t do any harm given how protective the archer was when you were last to join back on the highway. He met you halfway checking every part of you before pulling you into his embrace and squeezing the life outta yea.

Guess you can say when the “indirect seal of approval” from Rick Grimes came into play, that you started dating Daryl.

Or whatever dating is in the apocalypse.

Daryl isn’t one to be flashy in the relationship and you respected that, but that didn’t stop him from at least trying.

He always wanted to be close to you in any sort of way, for the most part it was sitting next to you by the fire…on the overturn car keeping watch…in your cell…the list could go on.

Sometimes Daryl would take your hand when you’d least expect it and it brought on the butterflies. His hands made yours feel extremely small and brought on a lot of thoughts that were proven later.

The times you would be more intimate even if it was just a short kiss was when no one was around. As stated before. Daryl likes having these moments in private.

Daryl knew it could be a bit unfair, he didn’t want anyone else in your bubble and he especially didn’t like the way those who didn’t know about the two of you—look at you like your fair game. Really only the farm group knows.

But he will say he was amused by how you handled those situations.

“Hey good looking wanna—-“

“Nope. Go away” Y/N got up from the tables in the prison trying to physically leave and when the man cornered her. Daryl was about to to take care of this guy and reveal to everybody about the two, but suddenly the man met the concrete floor after Y/N grabbed the book she was reading off the table and using it as a weapon.

“Crazy bi—-“ he was cut off by her dropping her book on his face and walking away.

That lead to Daryl wanting to take a leap of faith one day.

“Y/N”

“Oh hey D. I just finished getting the truck ready for the run with Sasha later. Did yea—“

Daryl cut her off by pressing his lips against hers feeling her arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

To the Woodbury folk, it came as a shock. Meanwhile, Carol got Glenn’s oatmeal packets for the bet they made about how long it would take for them to be out and open about it.

Since then he’s been a bit more open to public affection.

He’s still not the biggest about it being public but he secretly likes it. Especially when he hears you talk about how great of a man he is to Maggie. Even if part of him doesn’t believe it.

It still takes what feels like forever to get Daryl to believe the words you say to him. He gets the warm feeling in his chest during the moment and you can tell when he starts to feel his insecurities get the best of him.

Which brings into discussion—his scars

He never wanted you to see them and you never pry.

There was a moment in Alexandria where you walked in on him changing and he felt his whole body tense when the door opened. But he instantly relaxed when he heard you say that you were turning around. He didn’t even get his shirt on when he approached you and wanting to get closer to you by letting you see what he’s most ashamed of.

That leap, lead to more. You’ve always felt loved with Daryl even when he doesn’t say it often, and with that moment of him showing his scars…his anxieties about losing you to someone better has washed away.

Now to be a bit more chaotic…

Daryl respected your boundaries and went at your speed when it came to sex. But according to you, he has a look that would get yea going and there was one time he unintentionally did said look when you were talking to your older brother

“Y/N yea listening?” Rick waves his hand in front of your face as you were focused on Daryl looking your direction.

Daryl was waiting to go on a run with you and didn’t know that he was giving you that “look” when you were trying to take down what Rick needed.

“Y/N!” Rick yells only for his sister to sock him in the gut in response.

“I heard you! Now I gotta take fucking care of something before we go” You state before approaching Daryl and grabbing him by the arm heading back inside to take care of “business”.

[A/N: I used pronouns and then didn’t use pronouns in this,,,so my bad]

“The look” is really just taking up any opportunity. Not that Daryl’s complaining.

But there was one morning when you woke before Daryl could leave the bedroom first because Rick knows y’all are dating but doesn’t know y’all share a bedroom…

Bc you didn’t in the prison to respect Daryl’s feelings about feeling confined in a cell

You entered the living room without checking if Daryl left your bed or not and was about to get some water when Rick asked what you were doing last night.

Then cue Daryl coming down thinking Rick wouldn’t be in there and being met with the man’s attention.

“That’s what you were doin’ last night”

“…Yes”

“Yknow four people live in this place right”

“Yes”

“Y/N—-“

“Does Carl know about you and Michonne?”

“Okay. I’m just gonna ignore this so you don’t use that against me”

Engaged to Married

Daryl’s thing when going on runs is finding trinkets or anything that’ll make you smile. That was the one thing you’ve kept with you since the fall of the prison to after the wolves attack.

Daryl found you placing the things he found you on the shelves in your shared room because they bring you joy.

That one day, you went into your room after a long day and saw a small box. Being confused by the new item, you picked it up and opened it.

Only for all of Alexandria to hear you scream off the top of your lungs. If Daryl didn’t inform some…yeah people would think someone broke in again

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

Daryl stood at the gazebo watching Y/N approach him with the ring box in hand.

“Why didn’t you do this the right way?!”

“Uhm. Because…” Daryl took the box and instantly got down on one knee to open it presenting it to Y/N. “I planned this out…and I’m asking you now. Will yea marry me?”

“Yes! I will always say yes!”

Daryl didn’t have to ask for Rick’s blessing, because the two went on a run together when the archer found the ring and was like “You should propose with that, when yea ready”

As much as the group literally had a pastor—-the two of you wanted Rick to officiate and you kept it intimate. With only the group you first came to Alexandria with. And Aaron and Eric. The only Alexandrians Daryl trusted so far.

Being married, honestly didn’t feel very different to Daryl. Except that you two now have a place for yourselves and he really didn’t have to worry about any other guy looking your direction.

Besides. The man likes to leave marks in obvious places. Even slightly before y’all got married, no one even tried because you were marked and Daryl scared most of the men.

Waking up next to you in your own place was the best. Daryl didn’t have to get up right away and not alone for the matter. He’d roll over if he wasn’t already facing you and bring you close that you tiredly wrap yourself around him. The morning sex is a bonus too

You would always take his sweatshirts which were his least worn shirt until much later. He loved seeing you in his shirts but more specifically when he’d come home to you wearing only his shirt.

The two of you gained a routine where either of you would always throw up “I love you” in sign language whenever he went on runs or you would see him during your break from the infirmary. Daryl signed such to you when he was being whisked away by the Saviors and that was the only time it broke you.

Even when all the bad happened and you reunited, the promise Daryl made the day you were married…you made again when he latched onto you the second you walked through Hilltop’s doors.

I will always be by your side until the end, even if someone or something gets in the way. I will always find my way back to you.

The Eldest Greene Sister

Dating

Hershel wasn’t the only one to not like the new comers. But you were more open to bringing people in than he was.

“You don’t know what they’ll do”

“I know for a fact that they wanted to save their kid. What happens next? We’ll approach it with an open mind, old man”

“Don’t talk to me like that. Please”

“Sorry dad”

You and your sister Maggie were the only open minded ones when it came to the two officers and an injured child, multiplying into a whole group.

And Maggie wasn’t the only one that gained an interest in someone in their group.

But you were more risky with the whole “take on the biggest man in the room” in a literal and non-literal sense.

Daryl noticed how relaxed you were when things got heated with the group vs the Greene family. But also noticed a part of you didn’t really care for what your family argued. Guess you were also the black sheep in your family.

The first time the two of you ever talked was about trying to find Sophia. The group wanting to rest up while the archer wanted to go back out there and given the few protests. You figured you’d help the guy without any of them knowing.

Little did you know that he’d take your stubborn bitch of a horse.

The group that came knew Daryl had left to look for Sophia but the Greene family didn’t know that you went out after him. Because again, your horse is easily startled. Finding Daryl wasn’t the hardest thing in the world because these were your woods, your solitude even in this new hell. You ignored your horse completely when you realized that its rider is no longer on him or in the surrounding area.

Daryl thought he was hallucinating when you found him. Given he’s been seeing Merle. You were instantly stressed out given the arrow in his side and didn’t even think about bringing any form of first aid.

“Are you an Angel?”

Y/N laughs to the question as she pressed down on the bleeding wound making him grip onto her arm. “Far from it, honey”

That pet name stuck.

As you were helping Daryl walk back to the farm after several moments of him talking to the blood loss. You heard the yelling and thought nothing of it but when a few of the men from his group came running toward the two. It clicked that he must’ve been labeled as a Walker by their lookout. As the group got closer and it was revealed to them who it was…your anxiety got the best of you shoving Daryl quickly to the ground and that’s when the shot rang through.

Daryl groans from impact and heard the thud beside him seeing the eldest Greene sister through blurred vision gripping her arm.

Who woulda thought almost dying is what brought y’all together

I’m kidding.

But it did show to Daryl that you weren’t a threat of any kind. Even if you did prove that to him a few times already.

The two of you grew close when it was revealed that Sophia was one of the walkers in the barn. He didn’t think he had to hear what you had to say…let alone be vulnerable

“Why do yea care?”

“Are you serious?”

“Look sunshine—I don’t need to fucking hear some “it happens for a reason” bullshit out your ranch hand mouth just le—-“

“Nah. You listen here, sugar.” Y/N shoved Daryl back knowing damn well he was still recovering. Hell so was she. “A fuckton of my family was in there and I didn’t know what my bitch of an old man was doing until the rest of y’all knew. I’ve lost enough of people to know that shit happens at random. But as long as I knew…it wouldn’t eat me alive for the rest of my life. I hated not knowing what happened but sometimes that just happens too…isn’t it better to know that this happened instead of beating yourself up for not findin’ her?”

“…She wasn’t even mine”

“Doesn’t mean it don’t hurt yea too”

Something about what you said, glued him to your side and you weren’t complaining. Because who woulda thought at the end of the world you found someone that understands yea. Even if some of the things you say, worries the guy.

You’re an honest person and everyone appreciates that. Daryl especially.

But sometimes your honesty sparks unwanted anxiety and made few turn a bit resentful even if you were also the one that would do anything and everything to provide for the group.

Even before y’all became official, Daryl found himself silently checking up on you and one night at the prison before the infusion of new people…You sat beside him outside the prison leaning against him and letting him keep you close.

The prison era is when y’all confessed. Or more so Daryl did…and you returned once you “returned”

The medicine got to their people in time before anymore could go through death’s door. But as the others woke up, you still laid unconscious. Daryl never left your side the second the medicine got in and his anxiety got the best of him when your breathing would stop for strange periods that made him think he’d have to do CPR.

“You can’t leave me…you can’t. I won’t forgive yea” Daryl frowns bringing your unconscious form into his arms bringing her close. “How could yea. How could yea come into my life and made me feel a certain way that I have never felt—just for you to leave me. This isn’t better. Waiting isn’t great. I need to know if yea with me til the end or not…”

“Mm…ain’t gettin rid of me, honey”

Hershel was about to check on you when he heard sobbing. He thought you died and your old man held a lot of regret for how he treated you but when he saw Daryl holding you in his embrace sobbing even harder when you held onto him.

It always takes stressful situations to bring few together.

You were official in that moment but neither you or Daryl did more than hold hands until Carol needed a favor in getting your archer to take a shower.

“D, you busy?”

“Yea gonna force me to be nice to people too?”

“Nah. I don’t trust it here that much either. But the house is empty”

Daryl looks at you confused but quick to notice you were only wearing a robe.

“And what are yea planning with an empty house?”

“Fuck if I know…but no one would be around to hear me screaming your name in the shower…” You smirk heading back inside as Daryl sat there for a second longer before leaving his crossbow and following after you.

Daryl wasn’t the only one to bear scars from his past. You knew about his before you saw them as did he. The two of you would talk a lot at night just watching the stars from the prison so you knew what his father did and he knew what yours did…but also yourself.

He didn’t hold back with worshiping your body and making you feel loved every second of every day since that moment.

Married

Alexandria made the two you feel safe in a slow manner but you had each other and that’s what is important.

Neither of you wanted anything fancy or really a ceremony. You two just. Found some rings and went from there. He loves calling you his wife whenever he got the chance to do so.

Maggie was mad that you gave her a wedding and you didn’t let her give you one.

Being married was being more intimate. Your dating phase was more so becoming even closer with the other.

Marriage didn’t feel different. Except for the fact that you two were given a place of your own and y’all decided to christen every room in the place.

You were more of a jealous person when the two of you became husband and wife compared to girlfriend and boyfriend. People were once afraid of Daryl. Now he’s a provider and some of the ladies would stare at the man. But little did he know that he had an attack dog.

It was hot how jealous you can get but not when you start threatening to hit people.

Your jealousy level is about the same equivalence to Daryl’s over protectiveness. Man needs to know where you’re at when you’re not right beside him. And tying the knot did have y’all doing a lot of shut together. But sometimes Daryl would find himself panicking when he hasn’t found you within the first hour of returning home after a run.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’”

“…If you want to join me in the shower you could just do so instead of sitting on the bathroom sink waiting for me to finish”

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Author’s note:

Me: *writing this*

Internet history: *eight closed tabs about different definitions for the word “Headcanon”*

This is my first one…like. Ever. I hope I did it justice

[fullofmeihem]

Blood runs thicker than water.

lies of p paring: pinocchio x reader word count: 1159 cw: angst :], mentions of death, blood, beyond canon-typical violence i think, rage frenzy

a/n: welcome to my first real post on this account. i've been obsessed over pinocchio from lies of p since i started the game, then i started listening to chloe ament... you can probably see where this is going. hope you enjoy.

Emotions were not as elusive as they had previously been for the man-made puppet and yet, in this moment, he couldn't identify a singular one he felt. There had been a rush of worry, fright, and terror. But now it was an invasive mess.

His skin reacted to the slight breeze that blew past him, a shiver breaking him from his frozen stance.

Still, he wished for the sight before him to be one of the lies he'd thrown around.

Approaching the scene, Pinocchio would stumble, an imperfection to his typically faultless cadence. The ground below him squelched with wet mud as he did so, a distant sound to his eerily still mind. The loudest noise to him was the rising tempo of his mechanically heart, it rang in his ears, obscuring the sounds of pattering rain and squished mud.

Before him was you, pale as your blood had drained from your face.

You were posed on your knees, arms dangling loosely by your sides as a sword held you up, struck through your chest and into the muddied ground below. Pinocchio's glass eyes trailed the blade of the sword, every few inches was an extended notch of the blade, permitting the relatively upright position you'd been laid to rest in. A wooden sign hung with rope from the hilt of the blade,

Puppet Fucker. It read.

His hurricane of emotions came to an eerie calm.

The dark-haired puppet would take the rest of the paces to you, kneeling by your lifeless form. Pulling the sign from the hilt of the blade and tossing it into the muddied ground below, Pinocchio would do a once-over of your body.

Your shirt was torn, multiple wounds bedded into your skin, signs of struggle ripped across your hands. Your blade was broken in half, a few feet from your person. Your hair was matted and stuck to your face. He watched as the rain paved its path down your skin, some pooling in your stuck-open eyes before sliding down your cheeks. If he had known any better, he'd have guessed you'd been sad.

The puppet would reach forward, silently pressing the pads of his fingers against your top eyelids, pulling them down to finally let you rest your eyes.

A breath escaped him, fogging the air between you and him.

Slowly, Pinocchio would place a hand against your back, then his other between your thighs and calves. Bringing himself to his feet, you'd rest in the bridal position he held you in just a year prior. The tone of that moment was much more pleasant to bask in.

One step at a time, Pinocchio found his way back to the hotel.

He'd kick the door open with a lack of urgency, your fate had been sealed hours before.

Trekking mud, rain water, and dead city grime onto the shiny floors of the hotel, Pinocchio would approach the central Stargazer.

The first to notice him was Sophia, gasping in horror at the large, notched blade sworn through your chest. Antonia, from the other room, would advert her gaze, a solemn expression Pinocchio couldn't read overcoming her face. Eugenie had frozen, leaving Venigni to look around the corner of the wall. Shock was quickly present in his features.

Finally, Pinocchio's eyes would leave your form, his eyes coming into contact with Sophia's, a silent plead shifting his expression. No words were needed in the exchange, a nod coming from her as soon as she saw his face.

Your funeral was small, held in the garden of the hotel. The guest list didn't expand beyond the residents of the safe space, no one of your biological family lived beyond you.

Pinocchio stayed the latest of everyone, knelt by your makeshift headstone, fingers lightly tracing the dirt before it.

The calm of the storm hadn't passed, he'd been near numb to the entirety of it all, earning him a few concerned glances from Gepetto and Sophia. He knew the two of them shared their worries behind his back whenever they could.

He had given the sword to Venigni and Eugenie to inspect, perhaps find its maker, or better yet, who wielded it.

Venigni had an answer two days later. Pinocchio hadn't moved much until given the information he desired. Slowly, and in a fashion that near scared the philanthropist, the puppet rose. His glass eyes trailed the blade Eugenie held behind Venigni. He approached. Carefully, as to not hurt the woman, Pinocchio would take the sword into his palms.

The metal made a horrifying screech as it bent, Pinocchio's Legion Arm doing the majority of the work. When the sword was rendered useless, the puppet would move forward, back into the luxury of Hotel Krat.

He was working out his lack of emotions while he moved, it wasn't a numbness like he had before he began gaining humanity.

It was a silent, simmering rage.

The atmosphere surrounding the puppet was enough to alert Sophia, she started to interject as he approached the Stargazer, but his human-like arm had already reached the glowing center piece.

In a moment he was back to the creepily empty streets of the city, a new mission on his mind.

Pinocchio tore through any puppet trying to attack him on his path, his rapier tearing their arms from their torsos, or their heads from their necks. Oil and Ergo splattered against his clothes and face, nothing the rain couldn't wash away.

Eventually, Pinocchio would kick in the door of a luxurious-looking mansion, the wooden door splintering from its hinges and loudly clattering against marble floors.

Eyes scanning the foyer was nearly enough to send him into a rage. Weapons, all custom made lined themselves against the walls, a list of names under each of them. For some, names were crossed out, for others, the names laid untouched. Though, as Pinocchio entered further into the quiet of the mansion, he'd find his eyes traveling to the central stairs at the back of the main room.

Your name, printed in bold, crossed with a red line, lay under an empty sword mount. Next to your name, under a sword mount with a plain blade, was Pinocchio's, untouched.

A few claps would pull the puppet from his stare, as a man came down the upper level of stairs.

Pinocchio's mechanical heart beat louder, obscuring the words of the man before him, his eyebrows pinching towards each other as he'd throw the sword he'd bent onto the ground between the man and himself. It scraped across the marble floors, leaving a few scratches that would never be repaired.

Whatever the man was saying, Pinocchio couldn't hear. His breathing began to pick up, a trait he'd copied from you, his heart was raising in tempo again.

The man would grab the sword labeled with Pinocchio's name.

An invitation to begin.

Pinnochio found his way back to Hotel Krat, covered in blood that the rain couldn't wash away.

hope you enjoyed my first one-shot ♡

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.189 Correction

When story time ended, Sophia took Desi to the bathroom and washed away the mess. With a few moments to myself, I went to the real estate website to see our house again and choose which side we'll call home. Both houses have an identical layout, so it really boiled down to which furniture we liked more. The gray house had a more sophisticated vibe, while the blue house was more relaxed and comfortable. Choosing was a lot harder than I imagined because they both were nice, and I couldn't go wrong with either. Ultimately, however, I chose the gray one. I figured since I'm taking on all the risk, it's only right we live in the fancier one. Just as I picked up the phone to call Less and tell her we have a house, someone knocked at the front door. It was Dub! I let him in and told him I was just thinking of him yesterday. Usually he'd take the opportunity to joke about how he has that effect on sims, but he just kinda snorted and said it was funny in the driest of tones. There was nothing funny about that half-hearted laugh and him standing in the foyer staring into the corner. Something was wrong.

"Earth to Dubstep. You coming in or you gonna stand in the foyer all night?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm good."

He definitely was not good because he didn't even flinch at the mention of the nickname he hates so much. Whatever's got him in a funk is probably why he's here. He always comes to me when he's in crisis. Well, when he perceives he's in crisis, rather. I love the guy, but he's a little high-strung sometimes. I'm glad he has sims in his life like Maia and me who are much calmer and more level-headed to keep him straight.

I didn't want to just dive in and spook him, though, so I started with a little small talk.

"Happy belated," I said.

"Thanks, man," he replied with a tiny grin.

"How did Tami like sharing her day with you?"

He let out a very long sigh, and I knew I had stepped unintentionally right into the middle of what I tried to dance around. I guess we're going all the way in.

"She didn't."

"Oh."

"How do you-" He stopped himself and turned away from me. "Nevermind. You wouldn't understand."

"Understand what?"

He swatted at me, trying to sweep the conversation back under the rug.

"Nothing. You have the perfect child and all this wisdom. You don't understand what it's like for the rest of us."

Was he mocking me? I've had it up to here with everyone assuming I live this perfect life and have all the answers. I'm one of the most down-to-earth sims I know, yet somehow I still end up being out of touch with everyone. Am I too confident? Too strong? I know I've carried things I shouldn't have in the past, and I need to be more open, but how does that equate to me having it all together? I know Dub is upset about something and isn't thinking straight, so I'm gonna try to let it go this time, but not before I give him a little dose of truth because, upset or not, this fairytale everyone thinks I live in ends today.

"Do you really believe that?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Maybe. I don't know. But I'm sure you're gonna tell me how I'm wrong, so..."

"Damn right I am. You don't know my life like you think you do. And you definitely don't know what goes on in my head. 'All this wisdom?' I got it from all the shit and mental gymnastics I've been through. Now, I'll be the first to say my child is the best, but she has her moments too. And I've had my share of parenting and marriage fails, so don't tell me I don't know what it's like."

He sat silently for a few moments, taking in my reprove. Part of me thinks all he needed was to hear me say he's not alone, but another part thinks he still needs advice on something, so I got down to business.

"What happened, Dub? I don't like seeing you like this."

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."

"Don't worry about it. What's going on?"

"You ever wonder if you're ruining Desi?"

His question caught me off guard, and I laughed. He has no idea how obvious that answer should be.

"Only all the time," I said.

His eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Of course. Did Tami come with a manual? Because we sure didn't get one. I don't know what I'm doing half the time, man, so yeah...I wonder. Like, her birthday is in two days, but I'm still carrying her around like an infant. She enjoys it, so it's cool, but is it hurting her? Will she want to be up under us all the time when she's older? Am I keeping her from becoming independent? I question every move I make with her, even if it's not necessarily bad."

"I feel that." He sat there, nodding over and over as if to drum up the courage to make his next statement. "Tami has been doing and saying some mean things lately, but I just let it happen because of my own feelings about the sims she's doing it to."

"How do you mean?"

"I told you she kicked my former tenants. You know they deserved that. She also bit my father-in-law. I was so proud of her because someone needs to knock him down a few pegs. But she's older now and using words. She cut up this little girl in the park yesterday and told her she wasn't pretty."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. But the other girl started it, so she had it coming too."

"I see what you mean now."

"So, what do you think about it?"

Oof. Why does he always put me in this position? I have a lot of feelings about this, but I'm sure none of them are what he wants to hear. But what kind of friend would I be if I said nothing? I'd feel terrible if Tami grew up to be a monster, knowing I had the opportunity to shed some light early on. It won't be comfortable, but I've got to at least try. Here goes nothing.

"I think ... You're my boy, and I'll always tell you the truth, so ... You're her dad, Dub. You should be the one telling her those things are wrong, not encouraging her bad behavior. I know you think all those folks got what they deserved, which is also problematic, but is that the message you want to send Tami? That she can do and say whatever she wants and get away with it because 'they deserved it?' I'm afraid of the path you're putting her on. What kind of a woman will she become if you let her continue on like this? Do you think of her future?"

"Of course I do! What kind of a-"

He paused, succumbing to the realization I was right, even though I wondered if I had gone too far.

"I'm sorry if I'm out of line," I said. "I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't care."

"No. You're right. You always are. I was just thinking about what my parents will say if they find out how she's been acting. There's no way in hell they would have let me get away with the stuff I let slide."

I can't imagine my parents letting us get away with that either, but I honestly don't know what they would have done. Me and Less never really got into trouble, and my parents were both so lenient. I guess I'll never know. Hopefully, I'll never have to talk to Desi about this.

"I'm glad you always keep it 100 with me," he continued. "That's why I trust you so much. Can't lie, though. That hurt, but I know I needed to hear it. Deep down, I knew, but I never saw it like that. I'll do better, though. Believe that."

"I believe it, man. We don't play about our daughters."

"We absolutely do not!"

Not that I don't love these deep conversations with my best friend, but that one got really heavy, and he clearly has a lot to mull over later, so I pulled out my phone and showed him our new home, hoping a lighter topic would do the trick.

[turcott3]

mine all mine

florian xhekaj x fem! reader

warnings: light cursing and pure, straight up FLUFF

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you laid on the couch of the xhekaj house, hanging out with your boyfriend’s siblings, arber included.

“you mother fucker.” his older sister yells smacking arber on the arm for knocking her off the track as they raced head to head on mariokart, you trailing behind in 6th place.

“whatever it takes to win dom.” he laughs and continues eventually winning the race.

“how are you good when you never even play?” sophia asks after she finishes in 8th.

“i’m just cool i guess.” he shrugs setting the controller down. the bond you’d grown with florian’s sibling was extremely strong. they welcomed you with open arms the moment you stepped in their door for the first time. you looked at the time, seeing that florian would be home soon after a long practice.

“one more round? parents are at work until late.” arber asks.

“yeah let’s do it.” you reply, hoping to maybe do better this time, which you did, finishing in 3rd. once your final race was over you hear the lock on the front door turn and florian walks in the door.

“soph, dom you guys wanna go to dinner?” arber asks.

“yeah sure. what about flo and y/n?” dom replies.

“well he just came back so i just assumed he wouldn’t wanna go.”

“which you would be correct.” florian laughs returning from setting his bag down in his room and plopping down on the couch close to you.

“damn why?” sophia asks.

“long practice, i just wanna be at home.” he says putting his feet up on the coffee table.

“we’ll get you guys take out?”

“perfect, just call us when you need our order.” you smile leaning back in the corner of the couch, putting your feet up toward florian. his siblings putting on their shoes and walking closer to the door before he gets up to lock the door behind them.

“see you kids later. and flo use-“ arber starts.

“goodbye.” florian says pushing them out the door and shutting it quickly, face flushed red with embarrassment.

“awe, are you embarrassed?” you giggle as he walks back over to the couch.

“no i’m not.” he says, clearly lying out of his ass, and with his hands he separates your legs, laying between them with his head placed gently on your stomach.

“oh baby.” you coo, your hand running lightly through his dirty blonde hair, massaging his scalp.

“missed you.” he mumbles.

“you were only gone a few hours honey.” you giggle and you were met with silence as the boy placed his arms under your back, hugging onto you firmly. he always put on a tough guy front in front of his friends and his family but when the two of you were alone he loved to be babied more than anything in the world.

“i love it when it’s just me and you.” he says, moving his head to look up at you.

“why?” you say brushing hair out of his face.

“because.”

“flo that’s not a reason.” you laugh.

“i just love you, that’s all.” he says softly looking at you with his loving blue eyes.

“i love you too baby.” you smile. he pushes himself up with his arms to press a sweet kiss to your lips before repositioning himself and placing his head on your chest, wrapping his arms back around you. your ran your fingernails up and down his back soothingly, enjoying the moments of quietness with no one around.

“i never want them to come back. i could die happy right here.” he says softly, enjoying the back scratch.

“well once you play with the habs you can get your own place.” you say planting an unknown seed in his mind.

“what about our own place? like you come live with me.” he suggests.

“we’ll have to see but i’m sure we can work that out.” you smile at the idea of it. living alone with florian was, what you considered and fantasy, but the fact that it could happen brought you enough peace.

“i can talk to your parents.” he says resting his chin on your sternum.

“baby let’s not worry about it just yet okay? it’ll all work out.” you smile.

“you’re right. the idea just makes me so excited for my future with you.” he says causing your heart to flutter. you had never met a sweeter boy in your life.

“i’m excited too. everyday is exciting with you.” you say locking eyes with the boy.

“my family loves you, you know? mom is always asking about you when you’re not here.”

“does she really?”

“yes, i’d say almost half the times i ask you to come over is her telling me to ask you.” he laughs.

“well she’s awesome so that makes me happy.”

“good, because you make me the happiest and they see it and in return love you like family.”

“boy you better stop before i start crying.” you giggle as he presses a light kiss to your neck before laying his head back down.

“have you thought about what food you want before they call us?” you ask interrupting the silence that took over.

“to be honest no. just order something and i’ll get the same thing.” he says.

“okay easy enough.”you giggle as your hand finds its way back into his soft locks.

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