#she only wants to spend time with her fucking girlfriend which is fine. whatever. but my dad isn't your fucking indentured servant

[dyketennant]

i've been in a state of "if one more minor thing happens i'm going to fucking snap" for about five to six months now and i just haven't been able to. like logistically i should be burnt out, transmogrified into a beast, and/or dead, but none of that is an option for me. you know?

[rowretro]

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

✧warnings: fluff, nth much else ig? jelly rikiki

❁synopsis: Riki loves y/n's creativity. She has been creating her halloween outfit for months and it's stunning, Riki finds it beautiful, but he just loathes the idea of taking her to a party full of hormonal assholes with her wearing something so stunning...

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"Babe- why can't we just stay home and watch a scary movie in our comfortable clothes?" Riki asked as he stared at y/n. "Why not?... oh my god do I look bad???" Y/n asked as Riki instantly shook his head "Heck no babe- you look so fucking beautiful. I just.. want to spend more time with you y'know?" he reasoned as the girl pouted. She stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She tried to go with a more siren/mermaid style this year. a short silk dress that she decorated with many iridescent materials, her makeup matching the chrome palette of her outfit, with sequin shells stuck on, hair done accordingly. Her outfit topped off with heels people struggle to even walk in, and jewelry.

"I look so good today... we have to go babe- Halloween parties are the slayest of all parties!" She said with a smile as Riki eyed her one last time before heaving a sigh. She was breath takingly beautiful, and she had that sweet sweet smile he adores with all his heart. How could he reject your offer?. "Fine... get in the car sweetheart" he simply said as he pressed a button on his car keys.

Upon arriving at the party, it was no surprise that most girls were dressed in fairly 'slutty' clothes, all creative one way or another. Almost all couples were matching, for example Devil and angel, which Riki and Y/n would've done way better. Meanwhile, Riki was a vampire, and his sweet girlfriend? a siren. She definitely slayed the look.

At first it was annoying, with all the looks and compliments she kept getting. Then it just got 10 times worse, because of the looks ad compliments she was getting. God he hated it, he hated how unhinged these boys were and how clueless she was. One even had the audacity to ask her out ?! That was his last straw.

"Riki- riki wait- ur gonna make me fall and snap my ankle!" She whimpered as the male stopped. He turned around as he stared directly at Y/n "im sorry... I just can't help it, I know you worked so hard and long on your outfit and god you look fucking gorgeous. If only you fucking knew how pretty you are... but sadly all the wrong people can see your beauty, and it's pissing me off! I hate them staring at you!" Riki finally let out

He was caught off guard when he saw the way she laughed "What you find this funny? Ugh Goddamit babe-" "No no no- honey, no- it's just, you're jealous... you're so cute when you're jealous..." y/n said as Riki rolled his eyes, his arms pulling her into his chest, "You seriously like this?... whatever- lets go home and snuggle... I wanna watch a nice horror movie w you" he said as he rested his forehead against hers

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[garciaasfluffypen]

jealousy jealousy

pairing: jemily x reader word count: 1.8k warnings: men are creeps!!! protect your drinks ladies and femme presenting humans, alcohol mention, attempted drink stealing, alludes to dynamics in the bedroom (jj hates being called mommy*), #topjjrights, reader has long enough hair that jj can hold onto it, female leaning terms of endearment a/n: i tried to keep this gender neutral as possible, though there is ONE line where i couldn't think of anything better than "our girl" so that's what it ended up being. request from this ask *(yes thats a callout to aj not knowing what the term "mother" means)

the case felt like it had lasted ten years. it was one of the longest ones you could remember working on, spending almost three weeks rotating through the same six outfits you had packed in your go-bag and occasionally stealing your girlfriends’ shirts. it was only fair that morgan decided to take everyone to the bar before the jet left in the morning. you and morgan were approximately three beers in when everyone else started trickling in. your eyes fell to your girlfriends, the two of them walking over to the bar before they came over to the booth you and morgan had claimed in the corner. you knew their orders by heart. emily would get whatever the fanciest looking drink the bartender could make was, and jj would go for whatever was on tap. you typically got whatever they wanted to order for you, which most of the time was something fruity. it didn’t matter to you, since it meant your girlfriends were taking care of you. 

they made their way over to your table, both of them sneaking an arm around your waist and leaning into you. you made sure to press a kiss into jj’s neck and then promptly placed one on emily’s cheek, knowing all too well you would start something you couldn’t exactly finish at that moment if you went anywhere near emily’s jaw when she had alcohol in her system. the three of you curled up together in the corner, happily striking up a conversation with your teammates. eventually, morgan decided everyone needed shots and made his way over to the bar to grab everyone a round of shots. you usually didn’t do shots, but decided why the fuck not. a few shots wouldn’t hurt you. as long as you didn’t get sick on the plane like last time you went out drinking with morgan, everything would be fine. 

three drinks in and everyone was starting to feel it. you knew your tolerance was a bit higher than your girlfriends, but you felt it slipping considering you hadn’t eaten a single thing since breakfast and it was currently getting close to being midnight. was it a good idea? probably not. but that was a problem for tomorrow. your fingers twirled through jj’s blonde hair as you leaned into her side, emily slipping out to follow morgan and make sure he could carry all the shots he was about to order. sometimes you wondered where the man kept his extra drinking money, but decided not to question it since the alcohol was free for you. jj’s fingers danced along your thigh, moving up a bit til they were on your hip. you leaned your head back into her shoulder, a silent plea for her to continue what she was doing. 

jj knew exactly what happened when she got alcohol in your system, the game getting more and more dangerous by the minute. it was almost as if they had planned to get you going, knowing all too well that you would drag them out to the dance floor at some point and let all the tension flow from your body as you danced with them. your arms would always end up wrapped around jj’s neck while emily pressed up behind you, her arms wrapping around the two of you protectively while you danced to the beat of the music. jj nipped at your ear, her grip on your hip tightening as she waited for the alcohol to hit your system. emily appeared to catch on the second she and morgan got back to the table, sliding back into her spot and resting a hand on your upper thigh. her other hand went to play with the hair at the nape of your neck, another thing that would get you out to the dance floor rather quickly. you reached out to your cup for another sip, not noticing until you put it to your lips that it was pure ice. with a small pout, you shimmied yourself out from your girlfriend’s grasps. clocking morgan talking to a group of girls a few tables over, you silently told your girlfriends you’d be back as you made your way over to him. 

“i’m getting another drink! your tab still open?” 

“you know it hot mamas. get what you want!” 

with a smile and an appreciative peck to morgan’s cheek, you made your way to the back of the club where the bar was. you took a minute to scan the people around you, barely clocking the group of young twenty somethings in the corner who had been staring at your group all night. the vodka in your system from the shots you had taken was finally starting to hit, and all you wanted to do was drink, dance and forget the past three weeks had ever happened. you, emily and jj had barely had time to spend with each other, only scraping by precious moments in the hotel room as you all cuddled in bed together. sure, you had snuck away to get chinese one night, but it wasn’t the same since you were all technically on call. but now that the case was done, you had planned on spending the next week snuggled up in the arms of your favorite people with silly romcoms on in the background. 

while you longed to be in the hotel laying in bed with a bottle of emily’s favorite wine and a six pack of jj’s favorite beer to be split between the three of you, you had to admit it was nice to get out and let loose. sometimes you needed to get way too much alcohol in your system and sweat your ass off dancing to stupid pop hits. and the fact you were doing it with some of your closest friends was a bonus. was it silly to say your coworkers were some of your closest (and only) friends? sure. but it was the truth. you spent so much of your life surrounded by them, it was only fair that they were top priority on your short list of people who were allowed to see you with your walls down. especially emily and jj. they wiggled their way into your life and intertwined themselves so intricately that it was going to be nearly impossible to get them out. 

turning around, you felt an arm slip around your lower back as you waited for the bartender. you stiffened, trying to make it clear to whoever was behind you that you were indeed starting to become uncomfortable. 

“how’s it going, cute stuff? rough week?” 

a dry chuckle fell from your lips. “you could say that.” 

“what are you drinking? i’ll get you one.” 

“you’re very nice, but i’m spoken for.” you turned away from him, flagging down the now free bartender. 

in the back of your mind, you could feel jj and emily’s eyes on you as the man edged closer and closer. you wished you had gotten one of them to come up with you, but it was too late now. you had ventured up here yourself, thinking that nothing bad would come of it. boy were you wrong. the bartender got you a new drink, putting it on morgan’s tab. you went to reach for it before you were interrupted. 

“let me take this back to your table, sweetheart.” the man reached for your drink, not even waiting for you to answer. 

“absolutely the fuck not.” you grabbed his wrist, pressing into his pulse point. 

“aw come on, just let me take it for you.” 

“you must not of heard me when i said i’m spoken for.” 

“that’s what they all say. and hey, if there’s no label, it doesn’t mean anything.” 

as if on cue, jj came up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. “is this man bothering you, sweetheart?” 

“mmm,” a cheeky smile appeared on your face. “just a little bit, mommy.” 

you were absolutely poking a sleeping bear, considering jj hated being called mommy. however, you needed to fend off the man in front of you, and what better way to do that then to get jj all pissy and controlling? you could feel her demeanor change, her hand sneaking up your back until she had her hand wrapped around your hair. 

“is that so? you do remember who you came here with, right?”

“i do.” 

“who are you here with?” 

“you. and emmy.” the man's eyebrows raised as you reacted to your hair being tugged. 

emily appeared on the other side of jj. “what’s going on here?” 

“some dickhead is trying to steal our girl.” jj practically spit out the sentence. “had to put y/n in their place, they were going along with it.” 

that was totally a lie, but the man didn’t have to know this was exactly the game you three typically played when people were hitting on you. 

emily grabbed at your chin. “you do remember who you belong to, yes darling?” 

“yes,” you nodded. “i do.” 

“then why were you flirting with…” emily looked the man up and down. “that?” 

you fell into the part quite easily. “i didn’t mean to, i swear!” 

out of the corner of your eye, you could have sworn you saw the guy pop a boner. you tapped jj’s leg twice, your signal that it was unfortunately not working as well as they planned it to. 

“go back to the table, lovey.” jj let go of your hair, taking your drink from your hand. “i’ll get you another one, considering this man child tried to take it from you. can’t trust men these days.” 

“hey, now that’s a big accusation-”

“accusation or not,” emily stepped closer to the man. “it’s never okay to steal anyone’s drink. no matter how nice you’re being. and by the way, it’s a criminal offense, and all three of us work for the fbi.” 

the man stiffened as emily patted him on the shoulder, grabbing you and pulling you close. you leaned into emily’s shoulder, hiding your face slightly as you let out a shuddering breath. it had been a hot minute since you had come that close to getting your drink spiked. it was a miracle you were still standing and not halfway slumped over some random guy’s backseat on their way downtown to do whatever they wanted with you. but your girlfriends had come to your rescue, and that’s all that mattered. 

jj handed you your new drink. “you okay, lovey?”

“i am. sorry i had to pull the mommy card. i know you don’t like it.” 

“you know i’d slip into any role you needed me to, right? bedroom or not, i’m yours.” 

“the same goes for me. whatever you need me to do to make sure you’re safe, i’ll do it.”

“promise?”

“promise.” jj and emily both squeezed your hands. “do you want to stay or go back to the hotel?”

“can we go back to the hotel? i’ll down my drink first but-”

“don’t worry, i stuck your water bottle in my purse. come back to the table, put your drink in there and we’ll head back, yeah?” 

you smiled. “gods, what would i do without you?”

jj wrapped her arms around you. “hopefully there’s never a world where you’d have to find out.”

[ghostgirl-22]

Pretend that you love me

18+ !NSFW!

Day 9: Roleplay

A/N: sorry for the delay…life’s been busy

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It starts like this. Patrick on his knees in Art’s bed staring at him, jewel colored eyes darting back and forth rapidly. He’s too close. They’re too tipsy.

“Pretend I’m her.”

“Patrick, that makes…no sense.”

“Why? It’s not like we’re gonna fuck. Just gimme the set up. You came over we’re watching Scary Movie—“

“Not Scary Movie. A scary movie,” Art hiccups.

“Whatever, she’s invited you over. Her bunkmate is gone for the weekend. You’re watching a scary movie. Now what?”

Art can smell the vodka soda on his breath. Which makes him think about Justin. Stupid Justin. The richest kid in their year. Justin who Art wishes Patrick wouldn’t spend so much time with but who always gives Patrick whatever he wants. Even free contraband in the form of half a bottle of vodka and even a dollar and a quarter to buy a coke from the vending machine. They drank more vodka than coke. Justin’s cooler than Art and acts like he’s Patricks best friend. And no, Art’s not jealous. He just hates to feel left out. But whatever, Patrick is his bunkmate. It’s not like he’ll be able to ditch him.

Art? Anybody home? Don’t throw up, I'm all out of excuses if Mr. VanDorn gets suspicious about why your sick again.” Patrick says.

“ ’m not gonna throw up,” Art says, blinking slowly.

“Well? Come on. Remember when I helped you jerk off.” Patrick says it so casually, grinning. “I can help you with this too.”

“That’s different,” Art says rubbing his eyes. He’s so dizzy. Patrick is so close. Art remembers jerking off with him at the same time before either of them had girlfriends. He remembers Patrick grabbing him and helping him once when they were on summer vacation and he spent 2 weeks at Arts house. Art definitely had his eyes closed the whole time. Definitely.

Art hiccups again.

“You drank too much,” Patrick grins. “You’re fucking plastered.”

“I drank the same as you,” Art says.

“I know… and you’re a fucking light weight.”

Art’s so tired of him being so much better than him at everything. Everything.

“Fine pretend to be her.”

Patrick smirks and settles right next to him on the bed. The beds so small there’s barely any distance between them.

“Thanks for coming over baby,” Patrick says in a high pitched voice that sounds nothing like Stacey’s.

Art snorts. “Dont do it like that. You’re gonna make me laugh.”

“How do you want me to do it?”

“Normal, just… just… your regular voice.”

“Okay pretend I’m your hot blonde girlfriend.” Patrick says softly.

“You think she’s hotter than Ashley?” Art hiccups. He doesn’t know why he cares whether or not Patrick thinks she’s hot at all.

“Why would I think that? Ashley’s my girlfriend.”

“Even though you’re fucking Britney.”

“Shh that was one time and the goal is to get you laid not talk about me. Focus sweetheart.”

“You’re the sweetheart,” Art mutters, feeling silly right after he says it. He’s too tipsy. He’s gonna mess this up. “What would you do if it were you?” Art asks, trying to take the pressure off.

Patrick puts an arm around him, fingers in his hair. “You look beautiful,” he says gently.

Art looks at him ready to laugh but Patrick doesn’t look away, he’s soft, his glittering eyes the only thing betraying how much the alcohol is affecting him.

“Pretty girl. You’re all mine, huh?” Patrick says, so soft.

Art feels himself flushing, Patrick doesn’t seem bothered at all, maybe he’s just that drunk. He leans in and even kisses Art on the mouth. Art is still for a moment, like his brain isnt properly comprehending what’s happening. He’s kissing Patrick, his lips are so soft. He can feel him breathing. He’s kissing Patrick and it makes no sense in his addled brain. But his body is going full steam ahead. He opens his mouth and kisses back. There’s no sound just ambient noise in the hallway and other dorm rooms and Patrick’s breathing.

The kissing feels so good. The way it feels when he’s making out with Stacey. He even feels his balls tightening up, his cock starting to swell as Patrick cradles his head and neck. Art wonders if Patrick realizes what he’s doing or if it’s all the alcohol. Art’s body is so lit up he can feel everything. He feels Patrick pushing him down on the mattress and he relaxes into it. Never breaking the kiss.

Patrick moves on top of him deepening the kiss. It no longer feels like it did when they started, it doesn’t feel anything like how he’s ever been kissed before. It’s something… intense… dominating. Like Patrick is claiming him with his mouth, tongue sliding in and out like…

“Fuck,” Art pulls back panting. He’s on his back, Patrick between his legs, he’s achingly hard from the kissing alone. He knows Patrick can feel him because he can feel Patrick. Patrick drops his head, looking down at Art’s chest. Art has the strong urge to put his fingers in Patrick’s hair, reassure him, but something makes him stop.

“I uh— I think I get it,” Art says, forcing a stupid laugh. His body is screaming. He’s a live wire. All nerves. He can still feel Patrick. He needs to get away or he’s gonna do something stupid and destroy their friendship.

He pushes off of the bed to run in the bathroom…acting like he’s gonna throw up or something but instead he just locks the door and leans against it. He starts touching himself. He bites his tongue so hard to keep from moaning that he can taste blood. He slides down to the floor, breathless and shaking when he’s done. It’s the best orgasm he’s ever had. He’s so fucked. He takes his time to catch his breath and come to terms with whatever this might mean…

He’s got a girlfriend. Patrick’s got a girlfriend. He enjoys making out with her very much and he really… really wants to lose his virginity to her tomorrow. He doesn’t want to think too hard. And thankfully he was raised by a British mother who wouldn’t say anything if she saw an elephant in her friends lap because “it’s not polite.”

He cleans up and goes back in the room, dreading what he’ll find. But Patrick’s back to being Patrick. He’s watching ESPN and scrolling Facebook on his laptop like nothing happened, thankfully in his own bed.

Art gets in own bed and they go back to normal so easily it’s weird that Art was ever worried.

Everything’s normal. So normal. Except maybe the little ache he gets in his chest now everytime Patrick smiles at him.

[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

Desperate For You - Toji

18+ minors not welcome

Pairing: ex!Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, masturbation, reader is present in theory, maybe he’s in love with you and doesn’t know how to say that

Author’s Note: I’m not necessarily a Toji girlie (don’t get me wrong, he fine as hell), but I’m a lil stuck on Abundance part 2 and got this quick lil idea. Toji seems a little hard and unfeeling in fics, and I wanted to try something a bit different, I hope y’all like it 😘

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“Hey, make sure you didn’t leave any shit in my bathroom.” Toji calls out to the woman he hears opening the front door to commence her walk of shame. He doesn’t bother looking up to make sure she hears him - her snort and muttered “asshole” as she slams the door was enough to let him know she did - he’s too busy swiping through your latest post on Instagram. The events of the night before are documented on social media for him to see, and Toji finds his length twitching as he scrolls through the set of photos and sees the subtle wear and tear of your drinks and dancing.

Toji used to love when you came home, tipsy and craving to be stuffed until you couldn’t support your own weight anymore and were begging him to please please cum in you. By the time he reaches the final photo, his cock is standing stiff and needy and the rim of your glass is littered with what seems like dozens of lip stains matching your favorite lipstick, making him wish he could see the vibrant color stretched around the base of his cock.

Reaching into his pants to rub the head of his dick with his thumb the way you used to, Toji is hit with an idea, wicked and filthy, which makes it perfect for him. Peeling off his tight shirt, Toji pockets his phone and goes back to his room.

There were a lot of people who would blame Toji for your breakup. Something about nonchalance and jealousy don’t make a good mix and wandering eyes, blah blah blah. One thing no one who had ever spoken to Toji - or seen the way he looks at you - could refute, was that you had the tightest, wettest, warmest pussy he’d ever sunken into, and he’d do whatever he could to feel it again, to feel it now.

For a few ravenous weeks after the breakup, Toji could seduce you into his sheets. Sometimes he’d only have to send you a text in the dark of the night, others, he’d sneak up behind you in line at your regular cafe, placing his hand on your hip and pressing his bulge into your ass like you’d never broken up and he was convincing you to cancel your plans the spend the day in bed with him. In bed, in the tub, in the kitchen, on the floor on the way back to the bed - if he’d have you abandoning your day, he’d be sure to keep you busy. But then, one night, you didn’t respond at all, not even to tell him to get a life or just jerk off, it was just radio silence.

He knew why when the gossipy old greeter at the grocery store the next afternoon called out his name, a playful lilt to her voice, “I’m glad to see at least one of you is moving on. She looked so lovely and happy. Your ex-girlfriend. Expensive restaurant I saw ‘em at too. He must be rich.” Toji sneered at her delighted grin, “Shut up, you old cow.” He called over his shoulder, white hot heat building in his stomach. One date with some nice guy asshole and you can’t even respond to his texts? That’s what was rich, fuck that guy.

But then you stopped responding to any of Toji’s calls or texts, you wouldn’t even give in when he’d tease you about your new boyfriend. You’d even gone so far as to switch cafes so Toji couldn’t intercept your mornings anymore, and it made him furious. What, were you worried he’d convince you to abandon your morals? That he’d be able to pull you into him by your waist and nibble at your neck until you dumped that piece of shit with a video of Toji pounding into your pussy, your ass slapping against his thighs with wet squelches?

He gave up after a while, but a week ago, you publicly became a single woman again, posting your slutty little pictures in a dress your old boyfriend would have begged you to only wear at home, hence his current plan.

Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you craved the sweaty entanglement of your limbs, supplementing your air with his own while you ground yourself on his steadily leaking cock, Toji knows it. All this time, you’ve been unsatisfied, like him, heat building and only able to be extinguished by the other. And without a doubt, Toji was going to exploit your need however he needed, as long as he’d get to drench himself in your juices again.

Phone set up just right and recording his every move, Toji settles on his bed, propped up on his knees, unable to stop the mean chuckle that tumbles from his lips as he pulls his jogging pants just low enough to reveal his heavy balls, twitching at their base for you. As he braces himself with a strong hand on the bed, Toji grips his cock with the other, thrusting into his tight hold and remembering how you’d feel around him.

“Fuuck.” He moans, grunting through gritted teeth as he fights to keep a steady pace. There was a time where Toji teased you meanly for enjoying videos like these, soft, solo, and noisy. Now though, that he seeks to tempt you, he’s glad to know what you like, even if he thinks it’s stupid. What matters is exploding in you again, letting his thick cum build in you until there’s no doubt that he’d bound the two of you forever. Then, he could revel in holding your throat in his grasp and asking you in person if his precious slut was done showing her ass and finally ready to let the veiny surface of his cock leave an imprint in the slick pussy he calls home.

Thinking of being buried in you again lights an urgency in Toji - yeah, he feels good, but he’s ready to send this to you now. The sooner your thighs start to rub together at the sight of his leaking tip, the better. So, chasing the anticipation of fucking you until neither of you can remember how to separate, Toji begins to fuck into his fist rather than letting his calloused hand glide along his shaft, pretending to be yours.

The steadily growing pool of arousal gathering at the ridge of his head begins to produce an almost nostalgic squelching noise. Even more memories of you engulfing Toji’s angry, leaking cock wash over him, pushing a low groan from his throat. With both hands now stacking to cover his length, Toji transitions to irregular thrusts, letting his head fall back for a moment as another grunted, “Fuck.” leaves his lips alternating in a cycle just as irregular as his thrusts as he approaches his climax.

As he feels his balls swell, Toji ramps up his speed, envisioning the soft cock drunk smile you’ll give him in affirmation when he asks if you want more. You always take everything he gives you, for as long as he can give it to you. Always.

Toji almost gets overwhelmed by his orgasm, but he pushes forward, for you. Going back to one hand, Toji hisses quickly before releasing a throaty moan as his cum quickly begins to cover his hand, his continued thrusts smearing the arousal from his head to his base. By the time he’s finally milked himself dry, Toji feels almost lightheaded. He can’t help the dry laugh that passes his lips as he realizes just how much he came. He really really can’t wait to touch you again.

Looking up at the camera now, Toji’s lips stretch into a lazy smile, “‘S all for you, mama.” Toji stops the recording and cuts out the extra bits at the beginning and the end while also maneuvering cleaning himself off. As soon as the video saves, Toji pulls up your contact and sends you a text. He knows you - what you want and what you need - and now that he’s laid his bait, Toji can relax, collapsing down into his couch and waiting for you to bite.

And thankfully for him and his stirring cock, you do. Half an hour after sending the video, Toji’s phone buzzes beside him.

I’ll be home in 20, come meet me. Show up late, and I won’t let you in.

[weemssapphic]

hi :) I just wanted to say I love your writing so much I always come back to your stories. I was wondering if I could request a super soft smut between Larissa and virgin f!reader? I just love soft Larissa sm <3

hey there! thank you for the compliment, and the request! 🥰 it's here, finally <3 i had so much fun writing something super sweet and domestic for once, soft!larissa is my favorite! ao3 link is in the title <3

I Wanna Be Yours

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~3k

warnings/content: nsfw, cunnilingus (reader receiving), fingering (larissa receiving), loss of virginity (virgin!reader), fluff, brief mention of alcohol

“What movie are we watching tonight?” Your eyes flicked eagerly to the television as you settled on Larissa’s couch, tucking your legs underneath you. Larissa padded into the living room, carrying two wine glasses, a bottle of her favorite red tucked under her arm.

She was barefoot, face devoid of makeup, hair down from its usual elaborate updo and cascading over her shoulders. It was rare to see the woman like this - as her girlfriend, you thought you might be the only person privy to this side of her, and the thought filled you with a smug sort of pride.

“Whatever you want to watch, darling.” Larissa poured two generous glasses of wine and handed you the remote, sitting back on the couch and opening her arms to you. You wasted no time in crawling towards her, leaning back into her embrace and sighing as her arms snaked their way around your waist.

Twisting in her grip, you grinned up at her. “Notting Hill?”

Larissa rolled her eyes, unable to stop her lips from curling up at the outer corners. “Again?”

“Come on, please?” You gave your girlfriend your best pout, though you knew it wouldn’t even take that. She huffed in faux-annoyance and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Fine, but I get to pick the movie next week.”

“Deal.” You fiddled with the remote until the opening credits started playing, then fetched both glasses of wine from the table. 

It was a little ritual of yours that you’d started soon into your relationship; movie nights every Friday. Larissa often worked late during the week, but she made sure to free up her weekends so she could spend as much time with you as possible. 

Larissa let out a soft moan as her first sip of wine passed her lips, the sound shooting straight to your core. Two months since you’d gone official with Larissa you hadn’t had sex yet. It’s not that you hadn’t thought about it. No, you’d thought about it almost every day. How could you not? Simply the sight of your girlfriend made your mouth water. The sway of her hips when she left a room, those smooth milky white thighs. You’d imagined what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your head as you lapped eagerly at her core, wondering how she would taste on your tongue. 

You’d never actually gotten that far with anyone though, you were still a virgin - and the thought of somehow fucking up, of letting Larissa down, absolutely terrified you. And by some miracle, Larissa was more than understanding. She never pushed you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, she always checked in on you, and she let you take the lead. Most importantly, she hadn’t gone running for the hills when you’d broken the news. “You, my darling, are worth waiting for,” she’d said, eyes shining, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

Larissa was making it increasingly hard for you to keep your composure, however. Tonight, she’d already changed into her nightwear - a short, lavender matching set, the bottoms of which were riding up from her position on the couch, exposing the soft skin of her upper thighs. It rubbed up against your own bare leg, setting your skin ablaze. 

You peeked over your shoulder at Larissa, mesmerized as her tongue darted over her lips to swipe absently at a stray drop of wine. The action caused your breath to hitch in your chest, a sound that didn’t go unnoticed by your girlfriend.

“Darling, are you alright?” Her brows furrowed in concern as you stared at her, hunger evident in your gaze. She plucked your wine glass from your hand, setting both glasses on the coffee table and cupping your cheek, running a soothing thumb along your jaw.

You twisted around and straddled Larissa’s lap, tangling your hands in her hair as you pressed your lips to hers in a sloppy kiss. Larissa chuckled into your mouth at the desperation behind the kiss. She slid her tongue against yours, her hands coming to rest on your waist as she pulled you closer.

You felt hot all over as a flame blazed behind your navel, extending outward. The ache in your core was unbearable. You were starting to grow wet, leaking into your panties, and your clit was throbbing but you had no way to relieve yourself. Desperately, you began to roll your hips against Larissa’s, searching blindly for some sort of friction.

“Mmm… slow down, love,” Larissa sounded slightly out of breath. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” It was meant as a lighthearted jest; your virginity had become sort of a running joke between the two of you at times.

This time, though, you doubled down, crashing your lips needily into Larissa’s and shifting so you could grind your pelvis on her thigh, earning a wanton moan from the blonde as she felt your warmth through the fabric of your shorts. “Don’t wanna slow down,” you mumbled.

Larissa’s eyes widened and she brought her hands to your hips, forcefully stilling your movements. “Look at me,” she commanded, voice soft but firm. You met her gaze, shocked by the unadulterated lust that swirled in blown pupils. “Tell me what you want. I need you to say it.”

“You. I want you, Larissa. Take me to bed?” 

“You’re ready?” The excitement was evident in her voice and Larissa’s eyes darted between yours as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, as if afraid she had misheard you. 

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Larissa was all over you in a second, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. She pushed you off her lap so she could stand, pulling you up with her and guiding you towards the bedroom with her hands on your hips, lips never leaving your skin.

Larissa’s hands dipped below the hem of your tank top, pushing the fabric up until your breasts were exposed. She lowered her head and flicked her warm tongue over your nipple, the sensation drawing a moan from your chest.

She began to suck your nipple into a hard peak, kneading your other breast in her hand before switching sides. She slipped the tank top up over your head and dropped it to the floor, then began kissing reverently down your torso until she reached the waistband of your shorts.

“May I take these off?” Larissa gazed up at you through her lashes and your stomach fluttered.

“Please.” You bit your lip as your girlfriend pulled your shorts down your legs, then focused her attention on your panty-clad sex. She pressed a kiss to your mound through your panties, moaning at the scent of your arousal.

You bucked your hips towards her instinctively, your hands coming to rest in her hair, pushing her closer to your center. Larissa hooked her fingers around the waistband of your panties, shooting you a questioning gaze to which you responded with an affirming nod, before pulling those down your legs, too.

“Now I’m completely naked and you’re not,” you pouted playfully, self-consciously crossing your arms across your chest. 

Larissa laughed, tossing her head back, platinum curls going everywhere. She stood to her full height, towering over you as she rid herself of her clothing. Your breath hitched in your chest as you drank in the stunning form of your girlfriend, bare before you. 

You’d caught glimpses of her before, getting changed for work in the mornings when you’d slept over - padding around the apartment in her bra in search of her earrings, or asking you for help with the zipper of her dress - but nothing could have prepared you for this. For the perfect swell of her breasts, the way her nipples hardened against the chill in the air, the curve of her hips, the pale expanse of soft thighs.

She smiled knowingly as she watched your eyes rove hungrily over her form, encircling her arms around your waist and pulling you in for a soft, loving kiss, your bare skin pressing against hers. Electricity seemed to tingle on the surface of your skin, your entire body buzzing restlessly. 

“Is this better?” Larissa murmured against your lips, and you sighed, nodding and deepening the kiss. Larissa seemed to pick up on your urgency and guided you onto your back, hovering over you and pulling up to look down at you. 

“Are you sure about this?” Her eyes searched yours for confirmation, for any sign of hesitance, finding only desire in your widened pupils.

“Absolutely. I’m ready, Riss, and I’m yours. I want you to be my first.” You wanted there to be no doubt in Larissa’s mind that you wanted this just as much as she did, despite your nerves.

Larissa cupped your cheek affectionately, pressing an adoring kiss to your lips. “Then tell me what you want, my love. Shall I start with my fingers or my mouth?”

You could already feel your cheeks warm at Larissa’s words - or rather, the prospect of having to verbalize your desires. “Can you use your mouth?”

Larissa shot you a wicked grin as she brought her lips to the column of your throat and began to place open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin that she could reach on her way down, hands squeezing your breasts. She rolled and pinched your nipples between her fingers, eliciting a whine from your throat.

Her lips made their way down your stomach, biting and sucking, her tongue soothing over the little red and purple marks that she left. With every nip at your sensitive flesh, you could feel yourself getting wetter, a trail of goosebumps being left behind in Larissa’s wake. Finally, she settled between your thighs, parting them with her hands. 

“Darling, you’re so wet for me,” Larissa’s voice was low and sultry, dripping with lust. And she was right, your cunt was already drenched and she hadn’t even touched you yet.

Larissa hooked her arms around your thighs, allowing you to rest your legs on her shoulders, and dragged you closer to her, so that she could bury her face in your cunt.

She peppered the insides of your thighs with kisses, getting drunk on the heavy scent of your arousal. Each kiss was placed closer and closer to your pussy until, finally, her tongue slid through your folds, causing you to buck your hips up into her mouth.

“You taste so good,” she moaned. “So worth the wait, my love.” She began to lap at your pussy, teasing your entrance with the tip of her tongue before closing her lips around your clit and sucking.

Larissa let out a moan which vibrated against your cunt, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. You writhed beneath her, rolling your hips against her face in search of more friction.

“You’re doing so well for me, darling. Is this alright?”

“Mm… yeah,” you panted, bringing your hands to your girlfriend’s hair to anchor yourself.

Larissa dipped her tongue into your entrance again, finding a steady rhythm and bringing you closer and closer to the edge. She could tell how close you were by the way your walls began to flutter around her tongue.

“Good girl,” Larissa cooed. “Do you think you can come for me?”

You moaned at her words, at the low timbre of her voice. You had expected sex to be pleasurable but what you foolishly hadn’t accounted for was how Larissa could expertly guide you to your peak with her voice alone. You tightened your grip in her hair and she doubled down, twisting her tongue inside your center.

Your thighs clenched around her head as your orgasm crested like a wave, washing over you and snapping the coil behind your navel. You screwed your eyes shut, head tilted back in pleasure as Larissa fucked you with her tongue, helping you ride out your high.

She cleaned up your core, lapping up your juices and pressing loving kisses to your sex before coming up to pull you into a bruising kiss, her tongue licking into your mouth so you could taste yourself. Larissa swallowed the groan you let out at the salty taste on your tongue.

As she pressed herself into you, you could feel her own slick rubbing against your thigh. The thought of your girlfriend being wet for you spurred you on and you brought a tentative hand between her legs, running your fingers through her slick heat. Larissa nipped at your bottom lip in response, bucking her hips into your hand.

You pulled back from the kiss to bring your fingers to your mouth, watching Larissa’s pupils widen hungrily as you sucked each digit dry. “God, Riss, you taste amazing.” Larissa’s eyes rolled back in her head at the lust she found in your voice. She let out a whimper and began to rut against your thigh, her breathing hot and heavy.

“Love, can you…” she panted out, rolling her hips desperately. You were mesmerized at how lithely her body moved; how her sopping cunt felt grazing the bare skin of your leg, making obscene wet sounds; how quickly she was unraveling above you. “Touch me, please.”

You brought your hands to your girlfriend’s hips, pushing gently and signaling for you to swap positions. She helped to flip you over until she was on her back and you were flush against her.

You kissed your way down her body, stopping to worship her hardened nipples. You swirled your tongue around the bud and Larissa’s back arched off the bed. Peeking up to watch her reaction, you bit down, drawing something between a yelp and a moan from the blonde. “Do that again,” she murmured breathlessly and you complied, a fresh wave of arousal washing over you as she whimpered and writhed beneath you.

You brought a hand down between you, sliding your fingers up her slit and finding her engorged clit with ease, circling it with the pad of your thumb. You watched in awe as Larissa responded to your touch. She looked just like an angel; blonde curls spilling over the pillow, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, lips parted slightly as her breath came out in short puffs.

Teasing her entrance, you slipped a digit inside, noticing how Larissa’s breath hitched audibly in her chest. 

“Does this feel good?” you asked, face flushed.

“Yes, god, yes,” Larissa moaned, gripping at the sheets beneath her. “Can you… another?”

You complied, easing a second finger into your girlfriend and curling both digits lightly. 

“Right there, darling - you can go deeper.”

You began to thrust your fingers rhythmically, while stroking Larissa’s clit. She rolled her hips in time with your thrusts, her moans increasing in volume with each curl of your fingers, with each brush of your thumb. You pushed your fingers deeper, finding the soft, spongy spot inside her that made her whimper.

Larissa loosened her grip on the sheets to reach out for you, pulling you in for a frenzied kiss. You swallowed the moans and whimpers that spilled into your mouth as she rode your fingers, her arousal leaking out of her core and dripping down your hand.

In a moment of boldness, you added a third finger, stretching Larissa out. She mewled and bit down on your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as the thrusts of her hips became more and more erratic. 

You moaned as you felt her pussy clench around your fingers, drawing you farther into her cunt. 

“Darling,” she panted out. “I’m gonna come!” Her thighs began to tremble, closing around your hand as she shuddered against you, holding your shoulders in a death grip. You watched in awe as her jaw went slack, her eyelids fluttered, her chest heaved. 

You continued to pump languidly in and out of her as she rode out her orgasm, your thumb circling her bundle of nerves lazily to help her come down from her high.

Carefully, you pulled out of her, your eyes never leaving hers as she slowly opened them, a blissed out smile spreading across her face.

You held your fingers out for Larissa and she swirled her tongue around them, placing a sweet kiss to each digit then holding out her arms in an invitation for you to curl up against her, an invitation you gladly took.

You felt so safe and loved in Larissa’s arms, her bare, sweat-slicked skin pressing against yours, her palms rubbing soothing circles on your biceps. You peeked up at her, stricken suddenly, again, by her beauty - curls mussed, lips kiss-swollen, chest flushed, eyes heavy-lidded and gazing lovingly down at you.

“How did I do?” You stifled a yawn, and she giggled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and allowing her thumb to graze your jaw as she looked deep in your eyes.

“You’re a natural, my sweet girl,” she cooed, pressing her lips to yours - she still tasted faintly of cum and you stifled a groan, causing her to smirk. “You make me feel so good, so loved. Was it good for you?” There was a hint of concern in her eyes, that disappeared the second she saw your lips curl up into a smile.

“It was amazing, Rissa.” You felt your cheeks warm. “It felt really nice. And you’re so beautiful when you come.”

It was Larissa’s turn to blush.

You laid curled up in each other’s arms for a few moments longer, content to snuggle into each other’s body heat and allow your breathing to even out.

“I love you, darling,” Larissa murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

No amount of exhaustion in the world could stop the beaming smile that adorned your face in that moment. “I love you, too, Riss.”

x

thank you to both @afeatherformills and my lovely gf for beta-reading, once again, you guys deserve a freaking trophy for putting up with me hehe

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COD FF // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 36: Mindless Frivolity

this one is 5,000 words of fluff lol I hope you enjoy it

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 36: Mindless Frivolity

Rating: 18+ !!MDNI!! Chapters: 36/? WC: 93,091 Pairing(s): TF141 x F!Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language Chapter Excerpt (ft. big time spoilers):

Alex and Farah are getting married. 

It'll be a small ceremony, with Captain Price officiating. You're a bridesmaid. The bridesmaid, actually. You're the only maid here, so it makes sense. But still, Farah was sweet to ask. 

She had pulled you into Alex's room -- her room now, too -- shortly after Doc released you to roam freely, rambling about needing a dress and flowers and the whole nine because she and Alex had decided to get married as soon as possible. In the next couple of weeks. You'd squealed and given her your most serious bear hug -- you love weddings. You always cry, of course. But you've always loved them. 

She'd held your hands and asked you in a timid voice, "I know we don't know each other very well yet, but...would you like to be my bridesmaid?"

"Um, obviously!"

And that had been that. 

Amidst wedding planning, you've been seeing Doc each morning. And each morning, after a familiar series of pokes and prods, he tells you the same thing. 

"Vitals all look good. Healing looks good. Just waiting on the Rift."

The boys -- your boys, Simon, Soap, Gaz, Cap -- and Los Vaqueros and Gary (Roach's given name, which you insist on using instead of his callsign because roaches are foul, disgusting creatures and Gary is a very nice man) have been trying to organize a hunting party. You've been asked to stay behind, to your continued and pervasive frustration. 

You put up a fight -- hissing and spitting as is customary for you when you're mad -- but you only manage to exhaust yourself. 

Their argument is that they don't want to risk you, the potential cure for all this, getting bitten again. Your argument is that if anyone should be bitten, it's you, the Girl Who Didn't Turn.

But, whatever. 

You're grossly outnumbered. Even Farah wants you to stay behind. And it's that -- your one and only girlfriend asking you to stay -- that finally gets you to drop it. 

You haven't seen much of Soap or Simon amid all the planning. While you've been selecting color schemes and sourcing decorations, they've been mapping the migration patterns of nearby hordes and organizing mission supplies. Simon's told you that it's been significantly harder without access to Laswell's offsite resources, whomever they are -- or the woman herself. More time consuming. It's hard to say when efforts to rescue her will begin again, if at all. With no new leads on her whereabouts, obtaining a Rift sample remains priority number one.

As such, you've been spending most of your free time as Farah and Alex's third wheel, which you honestly enjoy. You'd forgotten what it's like. To have another woman friend -- you hadn't realized how much your life was missing one. How much you needed a sister. And Farah is an utter delight. Dry and sardonic -- witty as hell and exceptionally intelligent. You really, really like her. 

You like Alex too. He's come a long way. Doc says he'll probably deal with headaches for awhile -- maybe the rest of his life. And he'll need to keep an eye out for any sort of cognitive decline. But otherwise, he's fine. Up and walking around, speaking in full sentences, cracking jokes. He's even joined you and Farah on a few morning runs, though they usually turn into walks after a mile or two. You don't mind, though. 

It's been nice to see him come out of his shell. He's irreverent. Funny, even. Exceedingly charming. The way he looks at Farah...and she, him...you're just...you're glad he woke up. You're really fucking glad he woke up. 

Preparing for the wedding has been the most fun you've had in...ages. Both Alex and Farah want to be surprised for most of it, so you take all the little details upon yourself, meticulously planning everything down to the flavor of each layer of cake you're forcing Gaz to make. 

It takes a week and a half of work -- and a slight delay to the hunt -- but you manage to pull it all together. 

You wake up early that morning -- ahead of the sun -- to gather materials for the bouquets. You shrug on an old cardigan -- a little moth-eaten, but still warm -- and pad down the chartreuse hallway, a couple of ancient woven baskets in-hand. You found them in the attic a few days ago, alongside a whole host of wedding appropriate items, including attire for Farah and several of the guests, decorations for the tables and centerpieces -- even an old wrought-iron garden archway you'll use as the altar. 

You're lost in thought as you walk -- occupied by your mental checklist -- to the degree that you don't see him in time to stop. You slam into a warm body at full speed, your chin connecting with his chest.

"Oof, whoa there, Sunshine," he greets you, gripping you by the arms to keep you from falling over.

You're quick to recover, smoothing your hair away from your face. "Good morning, Captain."

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ellie gf headcanons pt. 2

# i’m a headcanon machine i cant be stopped… also she is literally a cheesy ass lose girlfriend this part is actually canon confirmed by naughty dog. modern au

if your native language isn’t english/speak any language other than english she is going to think you’re ten times cooler than you already are. best believe she’s hopping on duolingo first thing she gets home too so she can impress you (i know duolingo isn’t the best but she’s TRYING)

she took spanish in high school though

even though she can’t retain the info for shit she will search up terms of endearment in your language and call you them all the time even if you think its corny she can’t stop

whenever someone asks her what her type is she just says “my girl” with the most stupid grin on her face

she fidgets SO much omg she doesn’t wear rings often but when she does (you said they looked nice one time and all of a sudden she’s wearing rings every time you see her) she’s constantly playing with them. she also plays with the strings of her hoodie/loose threads etc.

*playing basketball* “this one’s for you babe” *completely misses*

such a nerd for collectibles!! has been since she was a kid. she has funko pops, vinyls, pokemon cards, snowglobes, plushies, smiskis, calico critters she’s a slave to capitalism

little social media presence. her only instagram account is basically a photo dump which is private with only her closest friends following it. (spoiler alert, most of the pictures are of the two of you)

in the last post i said she’s have a pet gecko but i also strongly believe joel would have a dog. could be a teeny tiny chihuahua or a fucking great dane idk just give my man a good friend! ellie also loves that dog (whatever it is) dearly

doesn’t have any piercings and doesn’t ever consider it unless you say that they’d look good on her… your word is her law FR 😭😭😂😂

okay no she’s not dependent on you to the point of it being toxic though. HOWEVER it’s a bit hard for her to express when she feels upset sometimes and gets jealous easily but she tries her best to communicate and keep it healthy

she has her tattoos though of course. although this is a modern au so she’d have different ones i guess… forearm one is definitely in the cards but also lots of tiny little ones. a few for her friends and family and a few she got in a drunken stupor

pottery lesbian that’s it

gets SOOO red when she’s drunk i dont care what anyone says her alcohol tolerance is average at best

i think she would play a sport sometimes. like volleyball. she plays competitively if she’s in school and she always wants you to come “watch your girlfriend be cool”. bring a sign - she’ll love it

kisses and hugs u after the game while she’s all sweaty too…ew but aw

she also really likes animated movies, not disney but like how to train your dragon and the spiderverse and puss in boots (im projecting). she went to see barbie and oppenheimer on the same day and she didn’t dress up but the spirit was there!!

she’s not a gymbro per se but joel probably would have workout equipment in the basement which ellie uses from time to time. and she’s just naturally lean because she’s an active person. pls tell her how big and strong and sexy and amazing she is

ok fine i think she likes being praised AND SHE DESERVES ITT like she’s such a wonderful girlfriend ❤️ ugh shes perfect I CANT STAND HER

goodnight and good morning texts are part of her routine

sunburns easily so you have to remind her to wear sunscreen all the time

doesn’t really know how to do makeup but she’ll paint your nails for you and do your hair

whenever the two of you spend the night together she’s usually last to get up. this bitch could sleep through the rapture i’m not kidding but it’s okay because it gives you time to admire her pretty face as she sleeps in peace and quiet for once

takes the aux very seriously you guys HAVE to share it. unless you like the same music and i think she would like radiohead, joy division, deftones and loser sad songs like that…. she also is a big fan of the spiderverse soundtrack and kendrick lamar though and thee stallion 😜 (i have two wolves inside me)

please reblog mwah thank you!!

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Manchester Memories (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Part two to this fic, I recommend you read part one first.

Did you really just pull an Amy? As if on cue, your phone started ringing: FaceTime, Amy. 

“Hey Ames, how’s Par-” “Y/N What the fuck!?” She cut you off. You looked at her questioningly. “What, are you like, eating truffle stuffed golden oysters for breakfast?” She yelled at the screen. You realise she must have noticed your excessive spending on her creditcard. “Yeah, sorry about that.” You started, suddenly looking away from the camera. “I figured I deserved it though, given you just ditched me last moment.” “Hm.” Amy took a moment to consider your argument. “Okay, fair enough. But it has to end here!” “Fine, I’ll stop.” You chuckled. “Seriously though what did you eat?” She asked. “I may have ordered breakfast for two.” You mumbled. “Were you that hungry?” Amy started, before noticing your cheeks starting to flush. “OH MY GOD, you had a guest! You should’ve just started with that. I’d love to financially support your love- and/or sex life!” Amy shrieked. “Amy, Jesus, calm down. Yes I had someone over. It was fun. Now let’s move on, how’s Paris?” You quickly changed the subject. “How’s erm, I feel like his name is Logan, or Levi?” “It’s Lewis, actually. Paris is beautiful, so is Lewis, formidable guy, great in bed, blah blah blah.” She quickly summed up. “Now we’ve gotten that out of the way: TELL. ME. EVERYTHING! Spare no details.” Knowing very well she wasn’t going to drop this, you told her the whole story, starting at the coffeeshop.

“Oh my god Y/N/N.” she said when you had finally finished your story. “What?” “You’re in looove!” She teased. “Wha- no I’m not. I just met her yesterday.” “Doesn’t matter, you are sweet for the Spaniard, mad for the Mancunian, lovesick for lobster-girl, enamorado de la chica española!” As much as you wanted to hang up and hide the smile on your tomato-red face, you couldn’t help but laugh at her quickly devised alliterations. “Shut up, Ames.” You mumbled in between laughs. “Oh man, I’ve only once seen you this flustered before, you’re in deep mate.” She said. “Whatever,” you answered. “I’m only here for a few days anyways.” “Now don’t be like that Y/N/N, you can always move to Manchester. Do it for looooove.” “Okay calm down. I have a life to go back to remember? I’m not like you Amy.” “Well, I’m not so sure about that anymore.” She chuckled. “Anyways, I have to go. Lewis is taking me to the Eiffel Tower. At least promise me you’ll make the most out of the time you have together?” “Yeah, I will. Have fun Ames!” “You too babes, talk to you soon!”

The next two days were spend on cloud 9. Ona had a busy training schedule, but made an effort to text you in between sessions whenever she could. As soon as she was done you’d meet up and hang out the rest of the day. You went on many walks, talked about anything and everything, visited random places in Manchester Ona had never even heard about and just enjoyed each others presence. You were pretty sure you were already gaining abs from all the fits of laughter you two shared. By the evening of the second day, neither of you felt like going out for dinner anymore, and Ona offered to cook for you at her apartment. Her roommate was staying at her girlfriends house, so you had the place all to yourself. You filled up on the Ona’s dinner (which was delicious by the way), before cuddling up on the couch to attempt watching the Lion King again. You actually finished the movie this time which you then, as Ona stated, had to celebrate. You happily obliged, and you spend the night there, leaving your luxurious hotel suite empty for the night. 

You woke up to the sound of keys rumbling and the front door opening and closing. You turned around to discover your human pillow was no longer there. You found a note saying: “Off to get us some breakfast. Back in a bit.” You decided to stay in bed, hoping to persuade Ona into coming back to bed. “Ona!” A voice called, that clearly didn’t belong to Ona herself. You panicked, desperately grasping around you in search of something to cover up your nakedness. As you heard footsteps approaching the room you were in, you quickly picked up the nearest shirt you could find, which was the one Ona wore yesterday. You had barely put it over your head when the door flew open. “Ona have you seen my shin p- Oh. You’re not Ona.” The blond girl in the dooropening stated. “That is correct” The both of you were quiet for a second, whilst her eyes scanned over your messy hair, the clothes scattered on the floor and Ona’s shirt you were wearing, which you now realised was on backwards. “You erm, want some coffee or something?” She asked. “Yeah, sure” you said quietly. The blond girl, which you assumed was Ona’s roommate, finally closed the door, giving you some time to actually put some clothes on. You went to the kitchen and she handed you a cup. “I’m Millie by the way.” She smiled. “Hi, I’m Y/N” “So,” she started “you must be the reason Ona has been so absent these past days.” She chuckled, seeing your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Before you could answer you heard the jingling of keys. “Thank god.” You thought to yourself. 

“Millie!” Ona shouted, also turning red immediately. “What are you doing here?” “Forgot my shin pads. Good morning to you too by the way” She was now grinning, clearly very amused about what she walked in on. You and Ona exchanged some looks as she mouthed “I’m sorry” to you. “Oh I love this. Everyone is going to hear about this at training later.” Millie teased, winking at you. “Are you bringing her tonight?” She asked, turning to look at Ona. Ona didn’t answer, instead just looking at you with a bittersweet smile. You both knew you had to leave this afternoon, so this was your last day together. “All right then, guess I’ll leave you two to it” Millie said when no one answered her question. After she shut the door you both burst out laughing, letting out all the tension from before. “Sorry about that.” Ona said once she recovered.

You plopped down on the couch whilst Ona started unpacking the breakfast she got you. “We are having a small party tonight. You could come if you want to?” She asked. You hesitated for a bit. “Ona, you know I-” “Please Y/N, one more night?” She now stood in front of you, handing you a plate and looking at you with a shy smile. You’d already skipped your plans to go to Birmingham to extend your Manchester stay, but you had promised to meet up with a friend in London, and you didn’t want to become a true Amy by ditching them. But damn the puppy dog eyes staring into your soul at that very moment sure made becoming an Amy very tempting. You gathered all your self-control: “I can’t, I- I don’t even have a place to stay and-” “Stay here, with me, por favor Y/N I-” She was practically jumping up and down at this point, when her hopeful expression suddenly changed. “I’m sorry, I’m being way to pushy. You don’t have to stay.” She hastily left to grab some cutlery, missing the pitiful expression in your face. “Ona” you said softly, following her into the kitchen. She didn’t look up from the drawer she was rummaging through. “One more night, but I leave in the morning. Bueno?” She turned around, dropping everything she had in her hands and ran towards you. She embraced you as her strong arms easily lifted you up in the air and you wrapped your legs around her waist. “Thank you thank you thank you” she said and you felt her smile into your neck.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Ona went to training, where she’d presumably be interrogated about the discovery her roommate made this morning. You went back to your hotel to gather your stuff and pack your suitcase. After checking out, you decided to do some shopping. You went to a thrift store for a bit, but grew tired of it quickly, remembering you don’t actually enjoy shopping. When you walked back out, you noticed an adorable little jewellery store in the alley across the street. You walked in to be met with the friendliest smile you had ever seen from the elderly woman behind the counter. You looked around for a while, until you laid your eyes on a golden necklace with a little lion on it. “The perfect souvenir.” you thought.

“You ready?” Ona screamed through the bathroom door. “Almost” you answered, putting on your new necklace before opening the door. “You look great. I like the necklace” Ona said upon seeing you. “Thank you, so do you.” You smiled. “You ready?” She asked again, making sure you're okay with going out to meet all of her teammates. “They can be quite intense, just so you know.” She looked ay you questioningly. “I will be fine, Hakuna Matata, no worries.” You smiled softly. She smiled back. “Hakuna Matata.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you, I’m Alessia.” Said the girl opening the door for you. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You held out your hand but she quickly pulled you into a tight hug. You walked into the apartment to find that chaos had already erupted. Girls screaming random things at each other left and right. “See, I told you, intense.” Ona chuckled at your at your stunned expression. “Now come on, I’ll introduce you”. The following hour she dragged you across the room, introducing you to basically everyone there. Some teasing happened, but for the most part everyone had been really nice. As the night progressed everyone started getting tipsier. The music was turned up and people started to dance. Some of the girls you met earlier dragged you onto the dance floor and you danced with them for a while.  When you walked into the kitchen for a drink, Alessia was already there, preparing some snacks. “Enjoying yourself?” She asked. “Yes, everyone is being so nice to me.” You smiled. “Of course we are. We wouldn’t dare be rude to a girl Ona speaks so highly of.” She grinned. “She does?” You blushed. “She does. She really likes you Y/N. She couldn’t stop talking about you at training today.” You smiled softly at her words. “I really like her too.” You said, staring at the ceiling in thought. “But you’re leaving tomorrow, right?” Alessia’s words put you right back down on earth, you felt a knot in your stomach and the soft smile disappeared from your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. Forget I ever said anything.” She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, really, you’re not wrong.” You said, quickly looking away as you felt your eyes starting to water. “I’m just going to get some fresh air.” You hastily turned around, hoping she didn’t notice.

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice coming from behind you. The cold air on your skin actually helped, slightly numbing your sadness, as you sat on a bench outside. “Are you okay?” She asked, slowly approaching you. “Here, put your coat on, you’ll catch a cold.” Ona handed you your coat. The cold was no longer numbing enough once you looked into the beautiful eyes that now seemed to be looking into your soul. It simultaneously soothed you and broke you down, ultimately causing you to release a single tear. Ona quickly sat down next to you wrapping both arms around you. “Can you tell me what’s up?” She asked softly. “Tomorrow, I have to go.” You spoke quietly. She hugged you tighter, putting her head in the crook of your neck. You sat in silence for a bit, enjoying her embrace, when you felt something wet in your neck. You pulled away from the embrace to see she was now also getting teary eyed. You cupped her face and you both stared at each other. There was no point in trying to hold it in anymore, and both of you started sobbing uncontrollably. Then, somehow, the sobbing turned into laughter. You sat together laugh-crying for a while before you took a deep breath and said: “Come on, let’s have some fun while we still can, okay?” You finally said, standing up and reaching out your hand. “Yes, let’s do that. Hakuna Matata.”

You went back inside and Ona immediately dragged you to the dance floor, ignoring all the stares from her teammates at your tear-stained faces. The both of you danced like there was no tomorrow, and the rest of the girls joined in. Ona was about to attempt the worm, when the song suddenly changed. You immediately recognised it: Can you feel the love tonight, from the Lion King.

You turned around to see Millie had taken control over the phone connected to the speaker, smirking at the two of you. “You told them?” You chuckled. Ona blushed as you grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to you. You put your head on her shoulder as slow danced together for the whole duration of the song, not noticing how everyone had left the dance floor to leave you two be. When the song was ending you lifted your head back up, but you didn’t break the embrace. You gazed into each others eyes for a bit, before slowly closing the space between you for a slow, passionate kiss. It ended rather abruptly however, when the Spice Girls sudden blasted through the speaker. “No no no, stupid autoplay” Millie sprinted back to the phone to turn it off as fast as she could. “Sorry about that. Don’t mind me, please continue.” You both giggled as she sprinted away again. “Want to get out of here?” Ona asked. “Yes please”

You woke up to the sound of soft snores. You lay there looking at the beautiful girl in front of you for a while, taking it all in one last time, before quietly leaving the bed. You decided against waking her, instead you left a note on her nightstand:

“Thank you for everything, I had an amazing time with you, you made Manchester magical. I will never forget it.

Adéu Ona, Te echaré de menos.

Love,

Y/N

PS: Hakuna Matata”

You put your necklace with the little lion on it next to the note and placed a small kiss on Ona’s forehead. As you opened the door to leave the room, a small ray of light fell on her face. You glanced at the scene a little longer than intended, until you noticed her eyelids had slightly started to tremble. You quickly made your way out, taking a deep breath before closing the front door. 

As you walked towards the busstation, you smiled at the sun starting to rise and suddenly, Amy’s words came to mind: “Make the most out of the time you have together.” That you did. 

Part 3 out now

[hanicchy]

actually i'm gonna talk about it because i'm unwell about it spoilers for dead plate beneath the cut

Vince and Rody's characters are SO interesting to me because they literally have the same problem to completely different degrees and go about it in wildly different ways. Like Rody is obsessed with Manon, he's pushy and thinks about her constantly and the only reason he even applies for La Gueule de Saturne is because he wants to save up to take her on an expensive date.

Rody is quite literally the overbearing boyfriend, to the point that Manon BROKE UP WITH HIM and he's STILL CALLING HER NIGHTLY a FULL WEEK LATER. Nothing about that screams "well adjusted partner".

On the opposite end, Vincent is obsessed with Rody in a similar but not equal way. He literally believes that Rody will be the thing to fix him, and is convinced that what he's doing has a greater cause but that Rody has to be the one to fulfill it. Rody's obsession over Manon is the catalyst for Vince's subsequent obsession with him.

Of course Rody deals with his feeling by hounding Manon and doing everything with the intention of winning her back. Vince deals with his feelings by literally trying to eat Rody, so. Clearly different solutions there.

What makes me truly feel crazy is that Vincent is disgusted at the implication that he's a cannibal?? Or that he'd ever eat anyone else. He's SO CONVINCED that Rody is the answer that he, in some twisted way, doesn't see what he's done as awful or reprehensible. Like sir you killed someone and fed them to someone else with the intention of eating that someone else. What about that is normal. TBF, he's also shown to just generally be a questionable person anyways, so it sorta makes sense.

(The whole game anytime Vince did ANYTHING I was sitting there screaming "THAT IS A BOSS RED FLAG!!! GET TF OUT OF THERE RODY!!!!" And then he didn't leave so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

From what we get from the game (from what i remember), we know that Vince and Manon dated for a very short period of time. Vince clearly didn't care about her, and Manon treated him "like a rebound." We also know that Manon still loved Rody after the breakup, but left him because she felt uncomfortable with the tilted scales in the relationship. So, presumably, Vince discovered Rody through Manon, for whatever reason.

Which is fine. It all makes sense! But what the actual fuck incensed Vince to begin with his whole plan. In what world did learning that some random woman is still into her ex conjure up the idea, "Oh, I think I'm gonna kill her and feed her to her ex so that when I eventually kill him too, he'll taste like he was made with love 🥰🥰" I'M SO FUCKING SORRY???

I need to know what the thought process was before, during, and after. Because why. What. Help.

And Rody clearly saw the red flags!!! He KNEW something was weird about Vince. Sure, he might've thought it was just typical toxic boss shit, but it was definitely clear in the fact that he flipped between being generally amicable with Rody and being awful enough to slap him in front of the whole kitchen staff. Like he snooped through his apartment the moment the opportunity arrived. He did not respect Vince any further than "this man provides me the money I'm going to spend on Manon."

Also the fact that Vince clearly had people that, even if not considered friends, were friendly enough with him to come to his place for a dinner party of some sort? He wasn't a serial killer or a practicing cannibal anything he just had the craziest grudge against this couple specifically. Vince saw Manon being sad and went "what if I killed her and then also the guy that she's sad about. Teehee." There's something wrong with him.

I'm just. Rody seems so normal next to Vince and then you think about the fact that he's calling Manon nightly and not eating consistently and saving all the money he could be using to fix his bathroom or clean his apartment so he can take his ex girlfriend somewhere fancy for a SINGLE date. Not to mention his denial that they've even broken up. Rody may be normal but he is Not Okay.

Don't even get me started on the third ending. Vince chasing down Rody to kill him makes sense and Rody fighting back also makes sense but it drives me crazy (in a good way) that he lights the bistro on fire afterwards. He said "stabbing him in the neck ten times isn't enough I need to light him on fire" and he was correct to do so. Fuck him up Rody. The image of ALL THOSE LINE COOKS working there waking up without work because they're fucking job burnt down with the boss inside is also very funny to me. Wild series of events.

The news the next day must've been wild like. Famous bistro burnt to the ground with owner inside. Owner's apartment, directly above the bistro, was also burnt down. Former employees come forth about awful working conditions from said owner.

That shit HAD to have become a cold case. True crime girlies would have a field day with that if it were true. This guy mistreats employees and generally doesn't care about customers' opinions on the food, and then he fucking burns to death with his bistro and apartment going down with him? Within a week of a new server being hired?? There's no way they wouldn't suspect SOMEONE doing that and the chances of Rody being number one suspect are not zero.

But also this takes place in 1960s France and idk anything about their law enforcement or what even a case like this would look like in that setting so. Who knows.

I could talk more about Vince's idea of love and how it relates to food, as well as the extent that Rody's need to please goes (him going "you'd do that for me...?" when Vince offers him a fifteen second head start on not being butchered. I'm truly baffled. Wild thing to say to the man who has you tied up in a meat freezer and is threatening to eat you. What), but I couldn't articulate it if I tried so I leave you with this.

There is just so much going on in this game. I'm astounded. Sometimes a story about a wannabe cannibal and an obsessive ex trying to kill each other can be so personal.

[shurisasthmaticgf]

Dating Shuri and Riri: Shuri x Riri x Black! Queen Fem! Reader

warnings: spoilers, mentions of scars, incorrect translations (pls politely lmk if im wrong)

🤎 You met Shuri and Riri at the same time

🤎 Somehow you'd managed to get your kingdom roped into the entire mess of Riri and her vibranium detector

🤎 Shuri had reached out to your for help because she knew you lived in America for some years with a distant relative until you were coronated queen of your family's kingdom

🤎 Honestly the only reason you said yes was cuz she was fine as a mf

🤎 Then you and her were sent to find this Riri chick and you found yourself drooling over both of them

🤎 At first there was obvious competition between the three of you for one another's affection until all of you realized the feelings were completely mutual

🤎 Pet names were a given: To Riri you were Baby Girl and to Shuri you were Sithandwa. While you often called Riri '‘Ìfẹ́ mi’ and Shuri Àyànfẹ́mi or interchangeably used ma/mama or babe

🤎 You had never had one girlfriend before let alone two so things were a little complicated at times

🤎 So many small miscommunications and petty arguments happened which made you wonder if this was the type of relationship you wanted

🤎 But then Namor damn near killed both Shuri and Riri in front of you at the same time and you realized you couldn't imagine not having both of them

🤎 After everything you did have to return to your kingdom which was known as the Highlands: a little farther than Jabariland

🤎 The distance is bearable when you can take a flyer to see Shuri and when Riri goes between both the Golden City and the Highlands

🤎 Unlike Riri and Shuri you aren't a technology genius or scientist of any kind

🤎 The last science-ish thing you did was accidentally microwave a plate that had silver on it

🤎 It was nearly three in the morning and you wanted a snack so you went to heat up something and the microwave literally exploded. Which triggered an entire palace lockdown and a dozen Dora Milaje to arrive in less than 15 seconds. All while you stood there in your bonnet and that ugly ass leopard print house dress that Riri swore made you look like her grandma wore when she was a kid. And all you wanted was a Hot Pocket.

🤎 Riri and Shuri spend hours on end holed up in their labs so most nights you end up going to get them or blowing up their notifications until they cave and come to bed

🤎 You love listening to them talk about whatever they are working on even though you don't get it

🤎 It's not like you haven't TRIED to understand their computer-techy- big brain stuff. You tried having them teach you and it literally sounded like they were speaking Simlish in reverse to you

🤎 But despite science and math not being your thing, you were fantastic at humanties and liberal arts related things

🤎 So while they understood computers and things, you were busy teaching Wakandan translators

🤎 You'd learned Yoruba as a young child which was spoken in your kingdom as well as in the nearby Jabariland. Then you'd learned Xhosa some time in grade school per your father's request. You learned English and Spanish while living in America and attending school there. Some other miscellaneous ones you picked up through other things. You jumped to the opportunity to learn Yucatec Maya to help relations with Wakanda and Talokan.

🤎 There were times you got tongue tied as that happens with being a polyglot. But you managed to keep things straight unless on of your girlfriends was messing with you

🤎 They knew exactly how to tease you too which didn't help when you were trying to work. Like they'd purposely enter the room wearing the most distracting fucking outfit while you're trying to meet a deadline.

🤎 For that exact reason you made it clear as day that if they're going to pull something they better at least have clothes on. It went unsaid but they knew full and well it was because your clumsy-grandma using technology ass would accidentally turn the camera around at the worst possible moment

🤎 Although you and your girlfriends work day and night, you all prioritize spending time with one another, especially for dates

🤎 You three go on dates together and other times it might just be two of you. Hell you even started doing dates by yourself just for self care which Shuri also picked up and made a habit for herself

🤎 There was a time Riri went off on her own without telling you or Shuri where she went. She left everything including her phone which only freaked you and Shuri out more. Come to find out she was trying to do a self care weekend and went back to Chicago. She didn't realize how bad she fucked up til she came back and saw how distraught you and Shuri were. Somehow you managed to keep yourself together...ish. But Shuri on the other hand was a fucking mess.

🤎 Both you and Riri noticed that there were some parts of Shuri that had yet to heal from the pain and trauma she'd endured in a short period of time. She had her moments which you both waited out and let her deal with herself unless she asked for it. And when she did ask you were both there to love and support her in any way she needed. Mostly ends in cuddles.

🤎 You're a blanket stealer. Riri is a kicker. Shuri is the sleep talker.

🤎 The two of them fall asleep before you do nearly every single night without fail and sometimes you just look over their sleeping forms in absolute awe at how uniquely perfect they both are.

🤎 The way that Riri subconsciously bites the very left corner of her bottom lip as she sleeps. How her small and calloused hands with nails trimmed down to the edge fit so perfectly in yours. The way that one scar on the bottom of her chin lines up with the one on the top of her head from jumping out of a tree when she was six. How a smile tugs on the corners of her lips when she's having a good dream...and not that kind of dream but the ones where she's genuinely happy with whoever she meets there.

🤎 The way that Shuri's brow furrows while she sleeps until you smooth it over with your thumb. How her tattooed palm always remains face up so you can lace your fingers over hers while she sleeps. How that scar on her stomach that matches the one on her back, the one's she refuses to show you and Riri to this day, feels underneath your hand and overtop her shirt, that raises and falls with every breath she takes. And how she calms so easily when you place your hand over her cheek after hearing her let out the faintest whimper in her sleep.

🤎 Those are your girls, only yours.

[performativezippers]

If going by the reasoning that NCIS Hawai'i takes place more or less at the time of year when the episodes air, Lucy and Kate were in their secretly dating-phase during last christmas & new years. (Between eps 9 and 10). Do you think they hung out, or was one or both of them away visiting family?

Things are going well at this point. sort of suspiciously well, for how kind of fucked up the situation is. still hiding from everyone, lucy pretending like her coworkers don't know about their relationship when they all do. whistler pretending to be her old self in front of everyone else, and trying not to completely melt in front of lucy, both of which are only moderately successful. lucy likes whistler unabashedly, which makes whistler feel both incredibly flattered and loved, and also deeply ashamed of herself.

but it's going well.

and then it's christmas time. "the holidays" what bs, it's christmas that people are talking about. lucy's mom is catholic and her dad is muslim, so they always did christmas but underneath the frowning disapproval of her father. too american, too christian, not nearly arab enough for him. lucy always felt kind of weird about the holiday, like if she truly loved it then she'd be betraying her dad or her arabness or something.

whistler loves christmas, with all of the unthinking delight of a white girl raised in protestant-white-person-middle-america. she always goes back to minnesota for it, just for a few days, usually. it's hard, without noah, but it's better than trying to make it through the holiday without going back, without her parents, without running her fingers over the ornaments he made when he was a kid, pressing her fingertips into the tiny indentations of his toddler-sized palm. proof he existed, that he was alive and corporeal and real.

whistler is leaving on the 23rd and coming back on the 27th. because it takes so long to get to and from honolulu, she'll really only have 3 days at her parents' house, which is just the right amount.

lucy isn't going anywhere.

they don't talk about it, other than to share their plans. it feels too soon to say anything about it, really. what's there to say? i'll miss you? sure. that's fine. but whistler isn't going to invite lucy to go with her, and lucy isn't going to ask her to stay. that's way too clingy, too needy, too much for whatever this is that they haven't defined. like, sure, they spend a hell of a lot of time together and they're not seeing other people or anything, but i want to spend christmas with you? no, that's years away at best.

on the 22nd, lucy brings take out over to whistler's apartment, and they're quieter than usual that night. whistler wants to suggest watching a christmas movie, but she's worried it'll bring up a conversation she's not ready for, so she doesn't. lucy spends the night, and when she leaves in the morning, she pretends it's nothing. see you in a few days, she says, kissing whistler goodbye. it's more of a peck than a kiss, and she says it so casual, it's like she's saying see you tonight.

whistler calls once, and texts while she's gone. she sends lucy a couple pictures, and lucy does the same, but it's like they're tiptoeing around what's happening. like if neither of them mentions that it's christmas, it won't be weird that they're essentially girlfriends pretending it's the middle of october so they don't have to have The Conversation.

the, what is this to you, conversation. the, where do you see this going, conversation. the, hey are you ever going to be willing to be seen in public with me and tell my friends that we're dating, conversation. the, hey so i may not have successfully broken up with my ex, conversation.

whistler comes back to honolulu, and she hugs lucy for longer than usual, and lucy feels so small in her arms. lucy digs her fingers into whistler's back, hard, her breaths heavy in whistler's ear. they don't talk about it, but they spend the next three days together, not even twenty minutes apart.

they both go to tennant's for new year's eve. everyone is there, so they pretend to be single, like always, but whistler is doing a worse job than usual. she can't keep her eyes off lucy, and the rest of the team is taking bets about when they'll finally come out, if they'll kiss at midnight, if it's a joke at this point that they aren't out.

they don't kiss at midnight, but they lock eyes from across the room and everyone who isn't kissing someone is watching them watch each other.

lucy takes whistler home and kisses her until she forgets her own name.

next year, lucy thinks. next year i'll ask her to stay.

next year, whistler thinks. next year i'll bring her with me.

next year, ernie thinks. next year this will be a funny story, a funny thing to say, hey remember when you guys used to pretend you weren't dating but you eye fucked for all of new year's eve?

next year, cara thinks. next year, she'll remember to call on christmas.

[horrocious]

various character notes for my nanowrimo project; these names and characters will probably shift around quite a bit but I thought it would be fun to jot down some notes here and there and see how things progress as time goes on.

Belmont & Lake Agency (formerly Sabat & Sabat)

Monserrat Belmont

“Only the most daring, tenacious, clever, and gorgeous licensed investigator in all of Jilicia! And probably all Europe, for that matter.”

Our hero. After her then-girlfriend and erstwhile-soulmate burned her apartment building down (long story), Monserrat began taking security jobs for Estelle Bastien, a wealthy and well-connected widow. Despite her reservations for working with a French aristocrat, the money's keeping her afloat, and she accepts an invitation to join Estelle aboard the Kelpie. Her boldness gets her into and out of all kinds of scrapes.

Simon Lake

“He's very reliable, actually, despite being a big, clumsy Yankee. I trust him completely, even if he shaved off his mustache.”

Le Rapace

Monserrat's junior partner who she frequently foists work upon delegates legwork and assignments to. He's lived in Jilicia for years after fleeing America. His seeming laid-back attitude belies a penetrating intellect. He's not invited on the boat. Sorry, pal.

Salvador [Surname unknown.]

“She has a reputation for being a criminal, but I only ever see her sitting on her ass gambling, boozing, and flirting with the beautiful women who follow her everywhere. Maybe she used to be somebody. Anyway, I want her life.”

Allegedly an enforcer for Le Rapace, one of many crime rings active in Jilicia. Allegedly involved with the Marais family and may have had something to do with their return to financial stability. What's known for certain is that she loves drinks, cigars, and pretty girls and is never seen publicly without at least one of each, and is always ready with pearls of wisdom. She's also not on the boat, which suits her fine.

The Bastien Family & Associates

Estelle Bastien

“No, I don't like working for a wealthy French family, and I don't trust her at all, but the money spends. Say... if I suck up enough, maybe she'll leave me her fortune.”

The matriarch of the Bastien family, who lives in Jilicia after a disgraceful exit from Parisian high society. She has a forty-six year feud with Nadia Marais. Stone-faced, calculating, paranoid, and the owner of a limitless supply of extremely stylish suits.

Veronique Bastien

“She's pretty, obviously, but even FJPA goons are easier to talk to. I don't know why Phoebe puts up with her.”

Estelle's 25 year old granddaughter. She idolizes Estelle and hates most other people. She likes to invest in unusual things, such as financing Phoebe Moreau's racing career. Living in the lap of luxury, she's extremely hard to please and very communicative about her various displeasures.

Mr. Fredkin

“Whatever they're paying him, it's not enough. But I guess guys like that think of themselves as being part of the family.”

Veronique's manservant who has the Sisyphean task of meeting her mile-long list of needs. He must accompany her aboard the Kelpie because she doesn't like to go even a few days without his cooking. Then he gets murdered.

Phoebe Moreau

“Poor girl gets really flustered when I try to talk to her. Hard to believe she's a race car driver, but I'm led to understand she's a different person behind the wheel.”

A race car driver from rural Jilicia who suffers from severe social anxiety; a Jilician but given a French name to integrate with 'the winning side.' Veronique, at Estelle's insistence, financed her construction of her car, Bellepheron. Phoebe is being introduced to society by Veronique and both terrified of and deeply dependent on her.

The Marais Family & Associates

Nadia Marais

“I hope she fucking dies.”

The matriarch of the Marais family, who recently experienced a reversal of fortunes. Sometimes affable, other times venom-tongued, she has been feuding with Estelle for reasons nobody will say aloud. A firm, outspoken believer in the inherent superiority of Europe over the rest of the world and France over the rest of Europe.

Gabrielle Souchon (formerly Marais)

“She doesn't seem like she's all there – either she's hiding something or she has to be doped up to spend time with her mother.”

Nadia's daughter. Easygoing and optimistic despite her mother's best efforts. She has an ominously good attitude about everyone around her and never seems bothered by anything. She's married to Marcel Souchon, who won't be appearing in this story, but they do talk about him.

Vivian Barker

“What are the odds that a murder would happen on a yacht with two detectives aboard? Obviously she's not going to get to the bottom of it before I do because I'm smarter and hotter... not that she's not smart in her own right, anyway. Also hot.”

A close friend of Nadia Marais and a consulting detective from England who has been invited aboard the Kelpie as a reward for solving a mystery for Nadia. Meticulous with an eye for detail and a flair for the dramatic. Her ego might even be bigger than Monserrat's.

Dr. Harriet Filmore

“She said she's a famous psychologist, but I've never heard of her. Considering Nadia and Gabrielle, how good at it could she really be?”

A discredited academic who, supposedly, treats Nadia and Gabrielle after being drummed out of her field due to scandalously callous experiments on rhesus monkeys. Gabrielle invited her along to “snap her out of her moodiness.”

The Crew of the Kelpie

Captain Nicolas De la Croix

“He fought in the Great War and now he drives a boat around for spoiled rich freaks. Honestly, after I talked to him, I think he should teach at a university or something instead, but he seems happy enough here.”

An experienced captain who now pilots yachts for wealthy French residents of Jilicia. Too much of a professional to indicate how he really feels, but he has the respect and admiration of the crew. An erudite man who reads as much as he can on all manner of topics.

Engineer Sebastian Lopez

“He was more than happy to talk about the technical details of the Kelpie and all the cutting-edge technology that make it such a marvel... y'know, I think he and the Kelpie make a great couple.”

An engineer who constantly cracks little jokes even in extremely grim situations. Although he's worked on many vessels, his heart belongs to the Kelpie. Carries himself with the swagger of a man who's living his ultimate fantasy life.

Chief Steward Lily March

“She's professional enough to work around these rich assholes, but I can tell from the way she shakes a cocktail that she's a time bomb on her last couple ticks.”

The workaholic chief steward of the Kelpie who constantly serves food, refills drinks, makes beds, and everything else required to ensure that every guest aboard the vessel is having a lovely time. Harbors intense bloodlust.

Steward Isaac Brodie

“Too bad Lake's not here, they could talk about America. I wonder if they knew each other back then?”

A young man who left America while he still could, he sails the seas sometimes as a steward, other times a deckhand, and always seems to be the one everyone asks to lend a hand. Polite to the guests but never without something world-weary and cynical to say.

Steward Maxine Shepherd

“She's very charming – everyone loves her. Within five minutes of talking to me one-on-one, she offered to sell me cocaine. If I didn't have a job to do... hey, I'm kidding, God damn it!”

A young woman of unclear origin who tells different people wildly different things about herself depending on the situation. Eager to earn her fortune by any means necessary.

Bosun Carles Palou

“Big guy, Jilician too, although he was too busy to talk to me much. But I noticed he pushes Florry and Oriol around like he's some kind of petty tyrant, so fuck him. That's no way to treat your loyal juniors!”

The short-tempered bosun of the Kelpie. Aside from Captain De la Croix, who he sucks up to, he has no time or respect for anyone. His unsociable nature gets in the way of his high level of nautical expertise.

Deckhand Oriol Vilar

“I don't think he's really old enough to be a deckhand on a yacht, but maybe he's just got a baby face. However, he's not as slick as he thinks he is. I can tell he was staring at my chest the whole time I talked to him.”

An inexperienced young man from Jilicia, he does a poor job keeping up with the hard-working, hard-drinking lifestyle of the others, but he tries his best. Painfully awkward.

Deckhand Florentin LaRue

“They call him Florry. Unfortunately I didn't get to hear the end of his shipwreck story, but this is a man who's clearly seen some shit in his day.”

Deckhand and self-appointed older brother figure to Oriol. Uncanny nautical tragedies follow him wherever he goes but that hasn't stopped him from going to sea again and again.

[uwusillygirl]

(Sry in advance if this is annoying bc she’s not the main characters in fof) but I’m soooooo curious about your thoughts on Robin in this verse. Obviously she and Steve are still best friends, but I love her jokey dynamic w Eddie and how nice she is to Chrissy. Also I can’t get over the scene where robin calls Eddie “such a lucky fucking bastard.” It lives rent free in my head because same robin me too. And Chrissy being confused by it is hilarious. This was all just a long winded rambling way of asking if you think Chrissy and Eddie ever find out Robin’s lesbian? I’m sure they’d know if this was a modern au or something but considering it’s the 80s and even though Chrissy and Eddie are weirdos/freaks I’m sure (maybe I’m projecting) that robin would still have a healthy dose of fear

you are all WAY too considerate!!! i get to sit around writing like the most in-depth, ridiculous, self-indulgent little fic and people like actually come talk to me about it!!! i'll answer whatever questions u want!!! and these ones are always so interesting!!!

okay so i'm gonna give my answer and then also give u a little nibble of a wip (which may never see the light of day the way i write, so sorry if anyone gets super gassed up over it) where i wrote about this concept bc i've actually been thinking about it too!!

short answer though is that robin is definitely extremely skittish about telling anyone, including them. i do think it comes out eventually after spending enough time together, though! she's more trusting of chrissy than eddie simply because she gets rose-colored glasses with girls/women who are nice to her, but in reality eddie is way less startled by it than chrissy.

okay and here's a little tiny wip bite:

Chrissy wasn’t sure how their conversation had devolved into something so base. It had started because Robin had mentioned that she had hooked up with this girl recently, and Steve had been surprised because he had also hooked up with her back in high school. 

(Chrissy had learned recently that Robin liked girls. As in dated them, liked them. Chrissy was fine with it — as if she had any right to judge on anything like that — and had actually been quite flattered that Robin entrusted her and Eddie with that kind of information. But the whole thing did short-circuit Chrissy’s brain a little. She’d just never met someone who felt that way. 

“What if I say something wrong to her?” Chrissy had fretted one night in bed shortly after Robin had let it slip. 

Eddie had just laughed. He always spoke to Chrissy gently about this kind of thing. He understood that while he’d been off living some vibrant, punk rock life that allowed for him to not be totally flipped by stuff like meeting someone who was gay or having a girlfriend that occasionally needed to be made to cry in bed, Chrissy had been trapped in an extremely sheltered childhood, born and raised by Reagan conservatives. 

“What could you possibly say wrong?” Eddie comforted her. “She doesn’t have a disease we have to be nice about, Chris. She’s just gay.”

Chrissy, wasn’t sure, felt like she somehow would find a way to step in it. 

“Right, but, like, can you believe we know a gay person? In Hawkins?” Chrissy followed up. 

“Yeah, sweetie, I can,” Eddie had murmured, voice growing sleepy. “It’s not like she’s the only one.”

“You know other ones?” 

Eddie laughed again, this time hard enough to shake the mattress underneath them. 

“Okay, baby, let’s not use terms like ‘other ones’,” he corrected gently after he composed himself. “You’re talking like Nancy Reagan over there.” 

Chrissy had slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t even notice.” 

“But to answer your question, no, not that have personally come out to me. But I imagine there’s more than one gay person in a town of a couple thousand.”

It sounded so obvious when he said it.)

All that to say Robin and Steve’s shared sexual conquest had triggered an attempt to create some sort of figurative sexual Venn Diagram of who they had all (well, everyone but Chrissy, who was just picking at the label on her wine cooler) had sex with that overlapped.

[carifletch]

uhauling + sophari

Who: Cari & Sophie @sophbelindadreams

When: Saturday, November 26th

Where: Sophie’s House

What: Cari returns home from Jersey to find her stuff missing and a major surprise from Sophie.

CARI: It had been a really long few days back in Jersey, and Cari had enjoyed getting to spend time with all of her family. Even if it was a short visit, she had made every minute of it count with each person. Normally she would have stayed a lot longer, but every second she had been there was just spent missing Sophie even when they were facetiming or texting every chance they got. Which was basically every minute of the day, and Cari practically screamed with excitement now that she was in her car driving away from the airport. The flight had gotten in later than originally planned, thanks to some delays, and she was increasingly impatient. All she had to do was stop by her own place to change out the clothes in her suitcase, then she’d be back with her girlfriend for the first time a few days. A length of time that was really nothing to spend apart for them after the last few months, but ever since they had made things official, Cari was attached to the point of not wanting to spend any time away from her girlfriend. That’s why she was hurrying inside now that she was back at her house, ready to pack quickly and get out of there. It took less than a minute for Cari to notice things out of place or missing. Her blanket was not draped over the couch, her guitar was nowhere to be seen, and her closest was completely empty. To put it simply, Cari was freaking out and immediately facetimed Sophie, needing to hear her girlfriend’s voice to calm her and help her through whatever had happened to her stuff. “Soph,” she said as soon as she answered, her voice not exactly calm, “I don’t know where all my stuff is. I think I got robbed or someone is fucking with me, I don’t know. But so much of my shit is missing and I’m freaking the fuck out.”

SOPHIE: Sophie had enjoyed her time with the Jonas clan as she always did every year. It warmed her heart to know that the Jonas family still wanted her around for the holidays and still treated her like family even after Joe and her's divorce. She hated that it meant she couldn't be with Cari, but she did call her girlfriend every chance she got and even Facetimed her when Joe, Nick and Kevin performed on Thanksgiving so she could see the show with her and the girls. Being away from Cari was something Sophie knew she'd have to get used to at some point, but it still felt weird not waking up next to her every morning. So, naturally, Sophie's thought when she got back home from Thanksgiving with the Jonas family was to just sneak into Cari's house and effectively move whatever she could of Cari's into her house. Because that's what you did two weeks into a relationship with someone, right? Just take their stuff and put it in yours like it was a natural thing. So when Cari Facetimed her to tell her that she had been robbed, it took everything in Cari not to bust out laughing. Knowing exactly what she did. Though, she really couldn't stop the tiny knowing smirk from gracing her face. "What do you mean? It's all here," Sophie said casually, bouncing a babbling Willa in her arms while she tried to see Cari on the phone, waving her little hand at the singer. Clearly wanting to be apart of the conversation and see her even if she had no idea what was going on.

CARI: Cari knew that she likely should have called the cops first, but she needed to calm herself and be able to think properly first. The only person who could instantly calm her would be Sophie, and she felt it the second her girlfriends face appeared on the screen. “No, not the stuff I left there,” she said, her voice filled with frustration, “All my stuff at my house, it’s just gone. But the doors are fine, it doesn’t look like-why are you smirking right now?” Cari was more than slightly annoyed that Sophie didn’t seem to be taking it seriously but she tried to hide it the second that Willa’s face appeared a moment later. “Hey, angel! I missed you,” she told Sophie’s daughter, trying to keep her voice as calm and soothing as she could for the sake of Willa, “Let me talk to mommy for a minute, and I’ll see you soon and you can have all my attention when I get there.” Cari kept a smile on her face until Willa wasn’t on the phone anymore, it instantly dropped the second it was back to just the two of them and she flipped the camera around to show Sophie her place. “Look, it’s gone. My guitar, my clothes, even my blanket that Grammy made me. It’s gone,” she stressed, trying to make Sophie understand the seriousness of what was happening as she put the camera back on herself. Cari slumped down onto her couch and ran a hand over her face, trying to figure out what all steps she needed to take and wondering if she’d ever get her stuff back. “I’ll call you back. I need to…call the cops, and try to figure out what happened,” she told her girlfriend and looked at the phone, “Why is this happening when I leave for less than 3 days and nothing happened when I was gone for months? It makes no sense.”

SOPHIE: "I know it's not the stuff you left here, babe. Don't think you can count that as stolen," Sophie joked, shifting Willa a little as she squirmed about trying to get Cari's attention still. She was way too small to pick up on the tense nature that Cari had at the moment, only caring about Cari waving back and talking to her. "Because I just told you where everythin' was," she said, putting her daughter down on the ground once Cari said hi to her. Satisfied that she got the attention she wanted, Willa ran off to the living room to color a picture for when Cari got there in a little bit. It earned a quiet laugh from Sophie seeing how excited even her kids were to see Cari. Though, the actress would still argue that she missed her the most. Her elbows now rested on the kitchen island, phone propped up on the ceramic bowl filled with fruit that she bought earlier that morning when she got back. "I see that it's gone, babe. Someone was very sneaky and got all your stuff out of there before you could get home. But don't call the police, though, because then they'd be comin' to arrest my arse. Now I know we said you'd bail me out and then fuck me right there in the police station, but I don't think that's a good idea right now since I have Willa and the baby. Maybe next week."

CARI: Cari’s head was spinning and trying to solidify a plan for what she needed to do once she hung up with Sophie, growing slightly more irritated every time Sophie seemed to brush off the seriousness of what was happening. Just as she was about to say something about it and let it be known how frustrated she was becoming, Sophie started talking again and Cari froze to stare at the screen. “What?” she asked, confused and partially unamused. It took her a second to fully process it all, and she just looked at Sophie through the phone with a blank look on her face. “You did what?” she asked again, immediately getting up from the couch to grab her keys, “I’ll be there soon.” Cari hung up the phone and made her way to her car, still trying to fully understand what was happening and why Sophie had done that. And especially wondering why she hadn’t given her some sort of heads up. The drive took way too long thanks to LA traffic but after what felt like an hour, Cari was finally at Sophie’s and walked inside in search of her girlfriend. “First things first,” she said and walked over to kiss her softly, “I missed you.” Even with the questions and annoyance at whatever was happening, it didn’t change the fact that Cari had been pouting for days over missing her girlfriend and needed to kiss her and greet her properly. “Second,” she said after kissing her a few times, “Why did you take all my stuff? And why didn’t you tell me so I wasn’t freaked out?”

SOPHIE: Sophie raised her eyebrows when Cari abruptly hung up on her and turned to look at Willa who was now sat at her tiny table in the living room, still coloring her picture for Cari. "Willa, Coco is crazy," she joked to the little girl who merely looked up from her photo, blinking at Sophie with her pacifier in her mouth. "Glad you agree with me, babe." It took a while before Sophie heard Cari's car pull up into the driveway and the front door was being swung open. She wanted to open her mouth and make a commet about breaking into people's houses to be a little shit, but she was met with Cari's lips before she could do so. A content hum escaped as Cari kissed her, body already reacting to the singer being back and she tugged on the pocket of Cari's hoodie to pull her closer. She smiled cutely up at Cari when the singer pulled away to scold her for taking all her stuff. "Just thought you'd need help movin' in. Gonna be honest, you were supposed to come home to a sign, but um . . . I realized it's on the coffee table over there. Mum brain, you know."

CARI: Cari had been racking her brain the entire drive over to figure why Sophie would have taken all of her stuff, what reason there could be and it usually landed on her girlfriend playing some sort of prank on her. The last thing she expected was what came out of Sophie’s mouth, causing Cari’s jaw to drop instantly and stunned her into momentary silence. It took her a minute, eyes glancing between Sophie and the coffee table as she tried to fully process the bomb Sophie just casually dropped on her. “Moving in?” she finally questioned, eyes blinking rapidly the more the words set in. Thankfully Willa still distracted in the other room so Cari was able to fully focus on what was happening between her and Sophie at the moment. “Baby, we’ve been dating a week,” she said, still completely in shock at everything. Barely two weeks ago she was just getting Sophie to admit to having feelings for her in Vegas, and now she was just moving her in. Cari was having a hard time making sense of it all in her head. Sure, she spent every waking minute at Sophie’s and barely went home. And sure, the idea of leaving Sophie for even an hour was awful to her, but this was so much more official and caught her completely off guard. “Are you insane?” she asked, honestly unsure if she was joking or serious at this point, “Two weeks ago you wanted to take it slow, and now you want me to move in? No, not want. You literally moved me in already.”

SOPHIE: "I, yeah . . . " Sophie said, scratching the back of her neck as she felt her neck and cheeks heat up a little with a mixture of sheepishness and embarrassment. She realized that maybe she should have asked Cari where she was at in regards to moving in. Something in the actress' brain told her it'd be a cute idea to surprise when Cari got back from her family's house. " I just . . . I, um . . ." she faltered, her emotions and words in her brain mixing togeher like a terrible mixed drink. Not knowing how to properly say what she wanted to, fiddling with her fingers alittle. "I wanted to surprise you, I guess. I just . . I didn't . . . you're just here all the time, y'know? And instead of goin' home all the time to get more clothes or somethin' I just figured it'd be a cute idea to bring your stuff here. Surprise you with it somehow. I didn't . . . I realize I should have talked to you first."

CARI: Cari watched as Sophie tried to explain what was going through her head, feeling instantly bad seeing her girlfriend stumble over her words and react the way she was. Today was the first time Cari had really been so outright about being frustrated towards Sophie, and she hated seeing the way the actress was reacting. “Stop,” she said, her voice softer than it had been since their facetime call. Cari reached for Sophie’s hands and held them in her own, pressing a kiss to her forehead in hopes of soothing her somehow. “I’m not mad at you, baby. I promise,” she assured her and then sighed a little, gathering her own thoughts, “I’m just shocked, and confused, I guess.” Cari for once didn’t feel like she was doing a great job at getting what she wanted to say across and wrapped her arms around Sophie to hold her closer. “You’re just throwing me for a loop the last couple weeks,” she explained and shook her head, “You wanted to take it slow, and I was all in for doing so. And then out of nowhere it went from taking it slow to wanting me to move in a week after we started dating. It’s just really fast, babe. The opposite of what you said you wanted originally, and I’m just confused by it all and maybe a little worried that you might…wake up and regret it all at some point.” Cari let her words hang there for a moment, running her hand along Sophie’s back in the process. “It’s a lot, even for me. I want to be with you all the time, it’s kind of ridiculous how attached I am to you. But this is just a really big step and I want to make sure we’re on the same page, that it’s what you really want for you, and for us. That you won’t regret it and want me gone or something, I guess. I don’t know,” she shrugged, sucking a breath and hoping she was making sense.

SOPHIE: Sophie's speed racer of a heart didn't settle until Cari's lips brushed along her forehead and Sophie quickly clung onto Cari after that. Her face buried into Cari's neck while the singer tried to get her own feelings out there into the air. She didn't want to open her mouth and possibly cut off whatever Cari could have said to her about her feelings. Her arms tightened around Cari while she expressed how confused she was. Which was pretty on par for how Sophie felt at the moment as well. Never had she moved this fast before and it was a little dizzying to her, but not in a bad way. "I hated bein' away from the past few days, Cari. Couldn't tell you the amount of times I almost just picked up Willa and the baby to bring them to Jersey to be with you and your family. I didn't expect to get to this point, either. Not for a while, at least. Christmas, maybe. But not right this second but everythin' with you has been a surprise ever since I realized my feelings for you," she admitted, closing her eyes and letting her body relax into Cari's touch as the singer rubbed her hand along her back. Feeling slightly better that Cari sounded to be just as attached to Sophie as she was to Cari. "I could never regret you, Cari Elise. You've been like an angel that's been dropped right on my shoulder and I'm never goin' to shake you. I want this. Want you. Want to wake up with you here every day . . . if -- if you were okay with that, too."

CARI: Cari kept quiet and allowed Sophie the time to explain herself and how she was feeling the way same Sophie had done for her, not wanting to rush her through it. Listening intently and continuing to give as much physical comfort as she could in the moment, another kiss to Sophie’s forehead being one of them. “I normally would have stayed in Jersey for at least a week, probably longer with nothing going on. But I wasn’t even there a full 72 hours because I needed to get back to you,” she told her, letting her know just how strong the attachment was for her as well. Sophie had really taken over every part of her at this point, and it felt good to know that it was reciprocated entirely by her girlfriend. Hearing Sophie said she could never regret her eased a tension in Cari that she didn’t realize had been there this whole time, much less as strong as it was, tears stinging her eyes as she let out a deep breath. “Okay,” she nodded, unable to really vocalize too much more while she attempted to regain control of her emotions for a second, “I’m more than okay with that, Sophie. Sleeping without you the last few nights sucked, I barely slept. Being with you full time, every single day, that’s more than I could have ever wished for a month ago. As long as you’re sure, then I guess I live here now.” It was a wild sentence for her to say to herself, and she knew it’d be even more wild for other people to hear and likely judge them for but she didn’t care at all. Wherever Sophie was, that’s where she belonged.

SOPHIE: Hearing Cari say that she wanted to be there just as much as Sophie wanted her to be, had her shoulders relaxing a little bit. She didn't know what she was expecting out of Cari when she got to the house, but she was just glad that it was that reaction above anything else. Everything was happening in a way that Sophie never expected it to, but she was beginning to see that all of the best things happened unexpectedly. She couldn't control everything that happened to her and even so, that didn't mean it was a bad thing. Cari was slowly helping Sophie learn that day by day. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you and that I scared you," she whispered, feeling tears prick in her eyes and she hated it. Mostly because she didn't even know why she was crying at the moment. Part of her chalked it up to good tears and not bad, but the actress was still frustrated with herself for the water works. "But I'm glad you're stayin'. I don't know what I would have done if you left."

CARI: “Hey,” she spoke softly, pulling back down to look at Sophie directly in the eyes which were wet with tears that matched her own, “Why are you crying?” Without hesitating, Cari used her thumbs to gently wipe the tears from Sophie’s face, her hands continuing to caress her cheeks for comfort after. “And don’t apologize, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong, except for maybe forgetting the sign,” she laughed a little, sniffling as she slowly got control@of her own emotions, “I’m never leaving you, Soph. I told you forever the other day, and I mean it.” It was slightly terrifying just how much she meant it, even if she had known how strong feelings were for Sophie for months, it still scared her a little just how strong they were and continued to grow into. Cari leaned forward to kiss Sophie then, hands still holding her cheeks, and just let the kiss linger for a minute. It was soft and gentle, knowing Willa could walk over at any minute. “I’m home,” she smiled softly against her lips, “And I missed the fuck out of you.” Now that they had talked, Cari felt much more at ease and like herself, just sinking into the touch of Sophie against her. And this was how she was really going to spend every single day from here on out, the thought alone made her grin. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I promised my favorite girl that she’d get all my attention once I got here,” she grinned, kissing Sophie quick on the tip of the nose before going into the living room to play with Willa. She knew it wouldn’t be too long before both girls would be in bed for the night, and then she’d be able to focus entirely on her girlfriend the rest of the time.

[cinnamonfknbuns]

5, 11 & 20 for any of ur oc ships/otp!

omg I didn't actually expect to get any asks, I saved it more for myself to reference later fhjagdj but now I'm excited to write yayyyy!!!!! thank uu :DDD

5: Describe their cozy night in.

— Utsuki/Haru:

Since both of them are high schoolers and live with their parents/guardians, spending a night together is kind of an occasion in of itself, but still, like, a cozy, casual "date"

it's girl's night! at least that's what Haru tells her parents ^^;;

they don't care, especially if Utsuki is staying over after a study session that went on too long. As long as their daughter is doing good in school it's fine

if they're not too tired and don't have class the next day, they'll make/get something sweet to eat, watch a nostalgic movie, maybe do a craft together and chat until the early morning, all as quietly as possible as to not bother anyone past bedtime

Haru isn't all that comfortable with touch, so she actually prefers to sleep in separate beds. it still feels very close tho, as they keep talking (whispering) to each other even after the lights are out, until one of them falls asleep <33

11: Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

— Dália/Saeran & Ray

It depends on how long has passed since the events of the canon story, but mostly yes on Dália's side. I mean she doesn't even let HERSELF acknowledge those feelings...

I interpret Saeran as a system: host Saeran, who Dália is dating and is the one fronting most of the time; suit Saeran, who prefers to keep his distance from her (and vice versa tbh); and Ray, who is also kinda dating Dália but he fronts way less and isn't as present as Saeran, so their relationship is more of a d/s dynamic than that of girlfriend/boyfriend

Being the one that knows her best, host Saeran doesn't hide his feelings at all, and he notices if she tries to do so. It's also with him that she's most comfortable being open with, so note the "if"

Ray tries to hide his feelings bc he's ashamed, but fails. He's usually too flustered and in his own head to notice when Dália hides things from him, tho

Suit hides his feelings AND knows Dália also does, but he doesn't want to pry and just leaves it be. He feels guilty for what happened in the main story, and Dália keeps her distance bc she's too scared to confront her own feelings about it.

20: Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

— Lazarus/Griffith:

I like this one bc it focuses more on the 'secret' part of 'secret relationship', which is just crucial to laz and griff's whole thing

Before lovers, they're confidants. yeah, lazarus is completely obsessed with griffith, but griffith doesn't even like him that much (at least at first) The only reason he kept him around is because Lazarus offered a secrecy no one else could, and would THEN come to form a bond with him based on that trust.

Lazarus is basically the family doctor for the royalty, on top of being very knowledgeable about poisons and a bit of an alchemist (nerd) So his job is to listen to nobles sharing their physical weaknesses and gross secrets and telling them abt each different poison whenever someone feels like doing an assassination. (he never participates and will refuse to even listen to anything related, hes just a "I'm here to share my scientific expertise with my patients; whatever they choose to do with that information is not my business" kinda guy)

basically, he's privy to A LOT of stuff, and has lasted so long in that position bc he takes patient confidentiality REALLY FUCKING SERIOUSLY. and then he sees griffith for the first time ever and decides he'll make an exception for this random twink. lol.

So Griffith is drawn to him as a resource for political games and shit, right? but then, also, Lazarus is someone that Griffith doesn't have to impress. He's already obsessed with him, he's not a noble able to give him land or titles, and he's not a hawk putting his faith in Griffith's dream, so there's no outside pressure for Griffith to maintain his facade.

There's literally nothing Griffith COULD do that Lazarus would blame him for, even if it's outright evil shit. If Griffith is weak or tired or conflicted in front of Lazarus, he'd never tell anyone or think less of griffith, so it's him, and only him, that griff seeks out when he needs help

in short, their bond is based on that trust and secrecy rather than, like, attraction. they're not really lovers, i'd say they're co-conspirators with benefits 😌😌