#the hot pink hair still remains accurate to life but I forgot that I had three different eyeball related things on

[birbthethird]

Loaded up my old FO4 save for the first time in a while because I missed running around with Buttons, and I was greeted to this beautiful sight. What a stylish duo. Buttons Companion Mod: https://www.nexusmods.com/fallout4/mods/31710 Buttons belongs to the always amazing @galoogamelady !

[dakotacrisis]

Hanging in the Stars

Soooo...I’m back at the Felinette again cause as we’ve established before I have no self control. Also @emzurl‘s art sparks a need to expand with fanfiction because I have fallen down the Felinette rabbit hole and I ain’t coming out!

Based off of this and this and this. I already wrote one based on one of these but I’m bringing it all together now!

War has broken out between Felix and Marinette. The only way to peace is through invasion of personal space.

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It was Romeo and Juliet. Those that didn’t even read the play knew the Shakespearean tragedy.

Miss Bustier’s class had finished reading it and she opened the discussion for what her students thought an accurate interpretation of the play was. Little did anyone know the storm this question would unleash.

Marinette had raised her hand and gave her piece about how she thought it was a beautiful tragedy about a poisonous hatred conquered by love. Most of the class nodded along.

Then from the back of the classroom was a deep groan. Marinette went ramrod straight as she turned around to glare at the opposed.

“Felix, you have a different interpretation?” Miss Bustier asked.

“Yes.” He met Marinette’s glare, “To brand this tale a beautiful tragedy is to scrape the mere surface. When in actuality it is better suited as a cautionary tale about the stupidity of youth and trappings of shallow lust.”

“Thank you, Felix.” Miss Bustier nodded, “That was an interesting interpretation. Did anyone else have any ideas?”

“How can you say it is about the stupidity of youth?” Marinette countered, “The shallow lust you claim was actually real love. It only seemed rushed because it had to be introduced quickly to fit the run time of the play.”

“I am not surprised a hopeless romantic such as yourself would choose to believe in the delusion of love at first sight.” Felix rolled his eyes, “What Romeo and Juliet are experiencing is physical attraction that was further exacerbated by a juvenile sense of teenage rebellion brought on by their ancestor’s feud.”

“And I am not in the least surprised that a cynic such as yourself would take such a stance.” Marinette shot back, “Yes their feelings come on quickly but in the context of this story love at first sight does exist. It was a destiny written in the stars that they should love and their love should end in tragedy. Throughout the entire play there are references to the theme of the universe. They know the force that brought them together will inevitably drive them apart but still they beg the cosmos to let them be.”

“Or is it that destiny does not exist. There is no grand plan or greater meaning to the lives of others. We simply float through life experiencing hardships and pleasures. These two idiots were as made for each other as a fast food commercial saying that burgers and fries are a perfect pairing.” Felix stood out of his seat.

“I refuse to believe that everything is left to chance. There are some things in this world that are meant to be and Shakespeare understood that.” Marinette was out of her chair as well. “A feud started long ago that is buried with love. What better metaphor is there for destiny and tragedy and the delicate nature of life and love?”

“I can think of one.” Alya said with a knowing smile.

“Okay kids!” Miss Bustier called out. “I think that is enough for today. We will pick up on this tomorrow.”

The class cooled down from the debate. Marinette was seething but turned away to gather her things. Why was she getting so worked up about Felix’s opinion on a play anyway? That wasn’t like her. But to hear such a pessimistic outlook on one of the greatest love stories ever written had triggered her in a way. Should she have really thought more from the pessimist himself?

“Girl,” Alya slid closer to Marinette, “Things got a tad heated there. Any particular reason?”

“Felix just rubs me the wrong way. The pompous, cold hearted, little cynic that he is.” Marinette swung her bag onto her shoulders.

“Pompous? Yes. Cold hearted? Also yes.” Felix strode past their desk, “But I am a realist, Dupain-Cheng. Not a cynic. Get your facts right.”

“You arrogant son of a--”

“Whoa girl. Calm down.” Alya held her back. “Don’t let him get to you.”

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Felix couldn’t deny that he didn’t enjoy some good conflict. He lived for debates. And debating with Dupain-Cheng had been interesting to say the least. She had already proved herself a spigot of emotion and thus her views and arguments were strongly driven by her own conviction.

As much as she tried to remain good natured and level headed there was an unquenchable fire within her. And Felix relished nothing more than fanning the flames when given the chance. Maybe it was the fact that she was one of the few genuinely intelligent people in his class. Maybe it was the fact that she was conniving under her fluffy persona. But Dupain-Cheng had a grace and composure that burned bright and made her tower high with confidence. It was...fascinating.

Not that he would ever admit such a thing. He knew exactly how she would respond if she ever found out Felix had been riling her up to glimpse the unwavering girl he quietly admired. Was his avoidance at her reaction born from shame or fear? Perhaps both.

The days went by and the debates he held with Dupain-Cheng grew. His pleasure hidden by an impassive mask he crafted over many years.

It wasn’t until she started ignoring him altogether did his behavior seem to catch up to him. In his head their debates and jabs had all been in good fun. A game of teasing or whatnot. But now she wouldn’t respond. The fire he loved to see had smouldered. She looked tired. Even when he targeted her directly she wouldn’t so much as meet his gaze. The most he could get out of her was a sharp word or a harsh glance.

Had he gone too far?

“Dupain-Cheng.” He walked up to her before class. “I need to talk to you.”

“I don’t feel like getting into another argument with you, Felix.” She continued to rifle through her locker. Her back to turned to him as she spoke.

“I’m not here to argue with you.”

“That’d be a first.” She muttered.

He reached past her and closed the locker. He kept his arm against the locker effectively pinning her in place so she couldn’t easily run off. “I mean it. There is something I need to tell you.”

She turned slowly so that she was facing him and it was at this point he realized exactly how close he had gotten. Her face was barely a breath away staring up at him. A mad blush rising hot up her neck as she clung tightly to her books.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“I...” Felix couldn’t remember. The speech he had carefully prepared and worded had erased itself from his memory. What is it he had wanted to say!

“Marinette, can I copy your homework? I completely forgot to finish that worksheet from chemistry last night.” Alya came around the corner and saw her best friend pinned against her locker by Felix. “Or should I give you two a minute to sort this out?”

“Alya!” Marinette slid out from Felix and joined her friend. “Good morning! What was this about your homework?”

Felix was still frozen in place by the lockers. What was that! He’s better than this! He’s more composed than this! A pair of bluebell eyes will not unhinge him again.

Not to worry. They had a free period today. Marinette had a habit of using that period to study by herself so he would get to her then. He just needed to keep a level head and not get distracted like he did this morning.

Free period came and everyone trickled out of the classroom. Marinette stayed seated. Now was his chance.

“Dupain-Cheng,” He stopped at the desk next to her. “Got a minute?”

“No.” She pulled out her textbook. “Can you leave? I’m trying to study.”

“And I will leave you to it in a moment. I need a quick word with you. That’s all.”

“No offense, Felix, but I really don’t care about what it is you have to say to me.” She stood up, “And since you won’t leave I guess I’ll have to.”

“Dupain-Cheng, wait.” He called out to her.

She stopped and turned back to look at him. “What?”

“Come here.” he gestured.

“Why should I?” she raised her chin defiantly.

“Fine then.” He crossed over to her. “I’ll just come to you.”

“Okay, you’re here. Now what?” She muttered. Her eyes still met his own but it was a struggle to do so. The warm glow on her cheeks didn’t escape his notice either.

His face was blank but his heart beat painfully loud in his chest. Say something. Say anything! You got her here and you probed this close into her personal space already you need to say something!

“Now I’m going to...” He pushed even closer. The subtle pink of her face exploding into a hot red as he inclined nearer.

Where was he going with this? This wasn’t the plan! Swerve, Felix! Swerve!

“Remove this from your hair.” He pulled a leaf that had been caught in her hair.

He turned towards the garbage can to throw it away. “You really must be more attentive miss Dupain-Cheng. Appearance is everything.”

She made a loud angry growling sort of noise before stomping out the door. Felix stared at the leaf in his hand with a growing sense of dread. What was wrong with him? Two times he lost his sense of direction trying to talk to her. Why was he getting so close to her in the first place? Before he was trying to keep her in place so she had to listen to him. But here she was already listening.

Whatever. This was stupid. Dupain-Cheng would be back to her usual spitfire self in no time. It wasn’t his fault.

He left to go clear his head in the library. There was a secluded spot away from the usual noise he loved to sit and study in. On his way he passed by Dupain-Cheng who glared at him. Her face still bright red from their earlier encounter.

He couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto his face as he walked past her. He settled down in his corner and pulled out the travel copy of Romeo and Juliet he had been reading. He had an essay to write and needed to find which quotes he wanted to include.

Romeo: Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.--

“HEY!”

The shout pulled Felix from his work. He gazed up just in time to see Dupain-Cheng descend upon him in a fury. Slamming her hand against the wall next to him trapping him in place much like he had done her this morning.

She was so small though. It would be only too easy to move her and escape to somewhere more secluded but her unwavering gaze kept him in place.

“Do you like it when I invade your personal space uninvited?” She snarled at him, “Huh, smart guy?”

“I do.” The words leapt past his lips without thought.

His eyes grew wide as he searched for something else to say. What was wrong with him? Before he couldn’t get out two words to her and now the two words he chose were damning to his unforeseen intentions. Why was he acting like this?

She backed away from him. Her face a mask of embarrassment and regret. Felix’s own visage was no better. His indifference peeled away to reveal his own embarrassment and excitement from the event.

“I’m--I’m sorry,” she stammered. Her mortification hidden behind her hands. “I don’t know what came over me. I just wanted to make you as uncomfortable as you made me.”

“I uh,” Felix cleared his throat, “I see.”

He took a deep breath to compose himself and set his book down. He inched a step closer towards her. He wouldn’t get up close again. His mind would surely short circuit once more.

“It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable. I only wished you to listen and I feared any other way you may have walked away.” He told her.

“What is it you have to say that I need to listen to?” she kept her eyes locked on the ground. “I already said once I don’t want to argue with you anymore, Felix.”

“I like it when you argue with me.” He answered truthfully. “Debating with you is some of the most and only fun I have in this school.”

“Why though? Why me?”

“Do you really believe that anyone else can hold such intelligent passion?” He asked. She met his eyes once again and he sighed. “You are clever and you have conviction. It is a rare treat to see you bring both to the surface in such an entertaining way. I suppose that it was greedy of me to probe you for my own amusement. You were such an optimist I didn’t think your well of patience and drive could run dry.”

“You constantly got into arguments with me because you wanted to see me get mad?” Her eyebrows knit together.

“The situation is more nuanced than that but to be black and white about it, yes. I guess I was making you angry for my pleasure.”

“That is rather selfish.” her gaze hardened, “Did you not once think of how it made me feel? Having to constantly battle your arrogant opinions? It was all rather exhausting.”

“You left me rather winded after a row as well.” Felix smirked. He crept another step closer. She watched him wearily but didn’t make a move to distance herself. “As firm as I believe it was hard to not get sucked into your point of view. You speak so passionately to stand against you is a chore in and of itself. One I both loathe and look forward to.”

“You are a real piece of work. You know that?”

“A masterpiece?” he quipped with a teasing smile.

She made a small snorting sound that struck Felix to the bone. She was laughing. Genuinely laughing because of him.

“If you say so.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

“From now on I’ll leave our debates strictly in the classroom. Agreed?” He held out a hand to her.

“Agreed.” She took his hand firmly and shook.

A bit of daring flooded his system and he pulled her forward bringing her hand up to his face and left a chaste kiss upon it. Her face was flushed that mad red again. “I look forward to our next bout, Dupain-Cheng.”

[jawnjendes]

bonus: hell of a night | shawn mendes

bonus. university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: the smut briefly mentioned in chapter 6. use of (1) toy and unprotected sex. if ur new here, this is apart of my goth gf series, so you don’t have to read the whole series to understand but it would be cool if you did lulz

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masterlist | playlist coming soon

Neither Shawn nor Annalise tried to fool themselves this time around. They knew they weren't going to talk about what they've been up to these last two weeks. They certainly weren't fighting anymore either, they both apologized for the last one they had. Annalise promised to communicate more if Shawn promised to give her space. It was okay for now.

It was so okay, that earlier in the morning, Shawn sent a cheeky "can't wait to see you" text, which only set the tone for what was going to come. Annalise sent back a sneak peek of the hot pink lace under her shirt, confirming the events.

That hot pink set was even sexier in person, now that Annalise was splayed out on Shawn's bed. They had locked themselves in his bedroom the moment she got there, stripping each other down to their underwear. Shawn gently kissed down to her hips, his teeth grazing the hem of her panties. He nosed the prominent scars on her belly, smirking when he heard her breath hitch. He couldn't help but lean into her fingers that tangled into his hair, already losing himself in her everything.

Annalise was trying not to arch her back, it would only send him further down her body. As much as she loved getting eaten out, she didn't plan for that today.

"I brought something," she told him, running her hands down the back of his neck.

Shawn picked his head up, eyebrows raised. "You brought something, eh?"

She nodded, her cheeks immediately heating up. Nerves formed in her stomach, and she couldn't help but giggle. Honestly, she should have brought this up sooner, but she couldn't find a way to talk about it over text. Given what’s been going on with them lately, she felt a little bad asking anything of him.

"What is it?" he asked as he sat up, holding his hand out so he could help her do the same. He was smiling, clearly interested in whatever she had to offer.

"Just something I thought we could have fun with, if you want. Um, can you get me my bag?"

"Yeah." Shawn reached down to the floor, where the small black backpack lay by the bed. He picked it up and placed it on the mattress in front of Annalise.

Hesitantly, she zipped it open and reached inside the biggest pocket, her fingers curling around the object. She saw the expectant look on Shawn's face, knowing she couldn't turn back now. With a deep breath, she pulled out a vibrator. Of course it was black, and it had flower designs all around it. It wasn't too big or too small, only about five inches. She held it up between them, letting him get a good look at it.

Shawn sort of saw that coming, but he still felt his entire body light up at the sight. A stream of dirty thoughts went through his head so fast it made him dizzy, but he had to ask, just in case this was a wild dream.

"That's yours? You use that?"

Annalise nodded, still blushing in that adorable way. "I, uh, I cleaned it before I got here. But yeah, it's mine."

He couldn't help the smirk forming on his mouth. His hands went to her thighs, thumbs rubbing the skin. "Do you use it a lot?"

"Every time I'm alone in the dorm."

He felt his cock throb in his underwear. This was already different from what they normally did. Shawn knew Annalise was frequently horny, but for some reason he didn't think she would take matters into her own hands. Why has he never thought about that before? Just the idea of her owning any kind of sex toy was really fucking hot.

Annalise dropped her bag onto the floor again, pursing her lips as she looked at him. Without another word, the two of them closed the gap and pressed their lips together feverishly. Shawn wrapped his arms around her waist, laying her on her back again. In the same moment, he gripped her thighs and hooked them around his hips, moving their bodies together. His lips went from her mouth to her jawline, and then he was whispering in her ear.

"You gonna let me watch? Show me how you make yourself feel good, hm?" He planted a kiss below her ear.

She let out a shaky breath and nodded her head. She could never say no to him like this. Her toes curled as Shawn moved his lips down to her collar bones, sucking enough to leave little red lovebites on the skin. Then he held himself up and looked down at her.

"Show me, honey."

This felt like their first time all over again in the sense that the bundle of nerves never seemed to settle down. Annalise took the toy next to her and brought it down to her crotch, trying not to focus on how close Shawn's was to that particular area. She normally teased herself over her panties, but she moved the vibrator inside as an afterthought.

Excitement was bursting in Shawn's chest as he watched her place the toy on her clit and switch it on. It was almost a tease, the pink lace covering up what was probably the best thing he's ever seen in his life. His fingers curled around her ankles, seeing her brown eyes flutter shut as she released a breath. He wanted to touch her too, maybe finger her and help her get to that place of writhing and making sexy little sounds. But he had to see her do it herself, it was way too hot for him to interrupt.

Very quickly, Annalise's body tensed up, and she let out a small whine. She squirmed and twitched, and Shawn couldn't quite tell if she already came or not. Then she pulled the toy out of her underwear and sighed deeply.

"Did you just…?" he asked her, his heart pounding.

She shook her head, panting. "The vibrations are a little intense, even on the lowest setting. Need to take a breather every so often."

"But it feels good?"

"Oh yeah." She reached down and moved her panties to the side as she ran the tip of the vibrator up and down her wet core. Her breathing hitched once again, her hips quivering slightly.

Shawn couldn't help it anymore; His hand went to the bulge in his briefs and squeezed the length. Sure, this was tame, but watching his girl unravel herself was something else and it was nearly impossible to just watch and not to get off to it. He groaned when she did, relishing in the way her body moved. He had his free hand on the side of his neck, feverishly moving down his torso. He really didn't know what to do with himself.

It went on for a good while. Annalise would let her body shake and tense up, soaking up the intense pleasure before removing the toy and letting herself breathe. Her eyes were squeezed shut the whole time, and she was chewing her lower lip. When she wasn't using the toy, her fingers would dip into her wetness and steadily finger herself, keeping the stimulation going. She really knew her own body and it was fucking radiant. Her moans became more frequent the longer she went with that pattern, and she let out that one high pitched noise that Shawn knew too well.

"Baby," he breathed out when he couldn't handle it anymore, gently taking her wrist.

Her eyes flew open and she pulled the toy away again. She seemed almost surprised, like she forgot there was another person in the room and her cheeks got even redder.

"Let me fuck you," he pleaded. "Keep using the toy, just let me fuck the shit out of you."

It didn't take long for the two of them to hurriedly pull off each other's underwear. Shawn grabbed the base of his cock and slowly inserted it into her sweet, sweet pussy. He let out a breathy moan, nearly bursting into flames as Annalise let out another high pitched noise. She brought the toy to her clit and upped the setting, her free hand tightly gripping Shawn's arm. He quickly rolled his hips, his mouth falling open as he felt the smallest vibrations around his cock. It never felt this way before, why did Annalise hold out on him for so long?

"Fuck," she moaned out, her back arching, "fuck I'm-"

She clenched around him in wonderfully steady pulses, and they both filled the room with their needy sounds. Their noses touched as they moaned into each other's mouths, and Annalise gently bit Shawn's lower lip, making him lean down to properly kiss her. His tongue tasted hers, while his cock thrust in and out of her softly. It wasn't long until she was almost frantically tapping his chest, claiming she was already spent. Shawn pulled out, his cock on her pussy, and he felt the vibration of the toy for a split second.

"Whoa," he said lowly, leaning back and sitting on his knees.

Annalise moved the toy away, sighing contently. She stretched her arms above her head and made eye contact with him, a smirk on her face. "You wanna try it?"

Shawn nearly rolled himself into the fucking sun. Feeling the vibrations while he was fucking her was one thing, he couldn't even imagine how they felt on his bare, pulsing cock. That's exactly why he took up the offer.

"Okay, lay down," Annalise told him as she sat up and scooted over, the toy still in hand.

She straddled his thighs as soon as he was on his back. He moved his hands up and down her torso, just wanting to feel her now that she was in this position. A soft breath left his mouth as her hand went around his shaft, pumping slowly. Shawn let his arms fall to his sides and shut his eyes. The anticipation increased tenfold when he heard the barely audible vibrating noise. His breath shortened as he prepared himself.

There's really no way to accurately describe what Shawn felt next. It tickled at first, since Annalise placed the toy at the base, awfully close to his balls. But then she slowly moved it up the length, and it felt good. It felt amazing, it made his toes curl. It went even higher and remained just below the head, and Shawn threw his head back, sucking in a breath. A strangled moan came out of him, his fingers curling into the sheets below him. The feeling was constant and intense, immediately shooting him to cloud nine.

“Fuck,” he whispered when the vibrations were taken away. His body relaxed and he tried to catch his breath while Annalise continued to stroke his shaft. “Holy fuck…”

“You like it?” she purred. “What if I put it here?”

The end of the vibrator touched the tip of his cock. Shawn’s voice cracked as he whined at the intensity. He struggled to keep himself grounded, gripping the sheets and wiggling his toes. He felt his thighs shake, something he didn’t think was possible in a moment like this. Then, the toy moved in little circles, making him let out repeated little moans with every movement.

It took him a moment when Annalise removed the stimulation, but Shawn exhaled rapidly and took her hand. Their fingers were wrapped around the toy, and he brought it back to the spot right below the tip.

“Right there,” he whispered.

“You want me to bring up the setting?” she asked, her thumb hovering over the switch.

Well, if he wasn’t already close…

Shawn nodded, and then his mind was blown to smithereens. He wasn’t sure if what he felt was the highest setting on the toy, but it was enough for his body to reach its limit. His mouth opened and he let out a long, strained groan as bursts of cum spilled out of his cock and onto his abdomen. The orgasm felt like it lasted forever with just how intense it was, making him tingle from the bottom of his feet, all the way to the ends of his hair.

Annalise was beside herself. She couldn’t help but lean down and flatly run her tongue up the length as it rested on Shawn’s abs. She really couldn’t stop herself from lapping up the cum around the area, and leaving wet kisses on the skin. The only thing she knew right now was that they had to do this more often.

Finally, she switched off the toy and put it aside. She lied down next to Shawn, who immediately rolled onto her and nuzzled his head on her chest. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, and it was oddly calming. It made Annalise want to stay longer for a change. She affectionately ran her fingers through his curls, letting the calm silence sink in.

She knew she would have to leave eventually, but she wasn’t in a rush today.

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