#they’re fun and cute and UGH I’m soft

[romerona]

The Cook and The Teacher!

Let's pretend The Bear and Abbot Elementary are in the same city.

Another cute interaction between Carmen (Carmy) Berzatto x Abbot Teacher Femreader! Sunshinereader!

Carmy stood in the dimly lit laundry room, hands on his hips as he glared at the washing machine like it had personally wronged him. The display panel flashed erratically, like it was trying to send an SOS in Morse code, while a faint but concerning smell of burning plastic wafted through the air.

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. All he wanted was to wash his clothes—just one normal task in a sea of chaos. Apparently, even that was asking too much.

With a frustrated sigh, he muttered curses under his breath and gave the machine a half-hearted nudge with his foot, as if that might magically revive it. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. The machine remained defiantly lifeless.

“Wow. Bold strategy. Were you planning to wrestle it next?”

The voice startled him. He turned sharply to see you standing in the doorway, holding a laundry basket overflowing with brightly colored clothes. You were dressed in the epitome of Saturday comfort: an oversized t-shirt with a graphic that read 'Physics: It’s Not Rocket Science... Oh, Wait, Yes It Is,' paired with baggy sweatpants and ridiculously fluffy, colorful monster feet slippers. Your hair was slightly messy like you’d just rolled out of bed—or perhaps fought the laundry demons he was now dealing with.

Your lips curved into a teasing smile as you tilted your head. “I’m impressed. I didn’t know machines responded to passive-aggressive foot taps.”

Carmy let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t have a better idea.”

“Well,” you said, stepping into the room and setting your basket down on the counter, “I hate to break it to you, but this thing looks like it’s plotting your demise. What’s the issue? Won’t open?”

“It stopped mid-cycle,” he explained, gesturing toward the uncooperative machine. “Clothes are stuck. It’s probably fried.”

“Oof. Smells like defeat and polyester.” You crouched down to inspect the machine, tilting your head like a mechanic sizing up a stubborn engine. “Looks like it’s giving you the silent treatment. Did you try apologizing? Promising to separate your whites and darks next time?”

“Funny,” Carmy deadpanned, though the twitch of his lips betrayed his amusement.

You straightened up, planting your hands on your hips in a stance that could only be described as authoritative. “Well, lucky for you, Carmy-next-door, I happen to be an expert in broken things.”

Carmy raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the counter. “Yeah? How’s that?”

You let out a playful scoff, crouching in front of the washing machine as if it were a patient in need of your expertise. ���When you work in a place that runs on shoestring budgets and prayers, you pick up a thing or two about fixing stuff. I’ve practically got a minor in MacGyver-ing. It’s part of my many talents.”

He smirked, watching as you pressed a few buttons and tapped the side of the machine like you were coaxing it back to life. “Sounds like a tough gig.”

“Oh, it’s a blast,” you replied sarcastically with a grin, peering at the machine’s latch. “But the real fun is my lovely fourth graders and their… slippery fingers. Nothing keeps you on your toes like finding out your class stapler’s been dismantled to ‘see how it works.’”

“And you adore them,” Carmy guessed, his voice soft but sure.

“Ugh, to a fault,” you admitted, sitting back on your heels to glance at him. “They’re chaos in human form, but they’re my chaos. Like when Marcus decided to see if he could use glitter glue as a bookmark. Spoiler alert: he couldn’t. And then there was Kayla’s science project that involved exactly zero science but a lot of snacks. Kids are wild, but they’re kind of the best.”

Carmy chuckled, the sound low and warm as he shook his head. “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full.”

You huff a laugh nodding. “But they make all the broken stuff worth it... also, they’ve prepared me for moments like this. Fixing things? I’m a pro. Diffusing meltdowns? Also a pro. Dodging paper balls? Let’s just say my reflexes are unmatched.”

He chuckled quietly, his blue eyes softening as he observed your easy confidence. “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out.”

“Oh, hardly,” you said with a self-deprecating laugh.

He watched as you tinkered with the inner workings of the washer, the way your monster-footed slippers stuck out behind you, and the light in your eyes as you spoke about your students. There was something captivating about the way you moved—confident but never overbearing, your words spilling out in an endless stream of humor and warmth. For someone who probably dealt with endless chaos in your day-to-day life, you had an energy about you—warmth—messy and vibrant—that felt oddly grounding in his otherwise muted world.

Finally, with a triumphant click, the washer’s door popped open. A puff of warm, damp air escaped, carrying with it the faint scent of detergent. You rocked back on your heels, grinning up at him as if you’d just disarmed a bomb.

“And there you have it!” you declared standing up, sweeping your arm dramatically toward the liberated laundry like a game show host revealing a grand prize. “Your clothes are finally free, Chef Carmy. Laundry liberation, courtesy of yours truly. I accept gratitude in the form of snacks, coffee, or eternal admiration—your choice. But please, no autographs. I have to stay humble.”

“You’re something else, you know that?” Carmy said, huffing a quiet laugh as he shook his head, stepping forward to start transferring the damp clothes into another machine. His tone softened slightly as he added, “But thanks, really. I owe you one.”

You waved a hand dismissively, already moving to the next machine with your own basket in tow.

“Don’t worry about it, Carmy…” you said, your tone casual, though the smirk playing on your lips suggested otherwise. “But, if you do feel like you want to repay me, feel free to bring me more of those leftovers—like the ones you brought when I first moved in.”

He paused, eyebrows raising slightly as he met your gaze. “That’s what you want? Leftovers?”

“Not just any leftovers,” you clarified, turning back to load more clothes. “The fancy ones. Braised short ribs, perfectly roasted vegetables... whatever culinary magic you’re whipping up in that kitchen of yours. Don’t think I forgot.”

Carmy paused mid-transfer, glancing at you with a faint, almost embarrassed smile. “You liked those, huh?”

“Liked?” you scoffed, tossing a pair of socks into the machine. “I was ready to write you a thank-you sonnet. That braised short rib? Poetry in food form. You’ve ruined me for takeout forever.”

He chuckled softly, shutting the door to his machine. “It was just a test recipe.”

“Well, then I’d be happy to test more of your recipes,” you said with a wink, starting your own machine and leaning back against it. “Strictly as a favor, of course. I’m nothing if not generous.”

“Generous,” he repeated, shaking his head with a smirk as he pressed the start button on his machine. He glanced at you, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do.”

“See?” you teased, flashing him a grin. “You’re already getting the hang of this whole neighborly exchange thing. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my expectations high.”

Carmy shook his head, letting out another quiet laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” you quipped, settling yourself into the nearby chair and grabbing a book from the empty laundry basket at your feet. You opened it casually, like you weren’t fully aware of the fact that his attention was still on you. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Chef Carmy. I’ve got standards now.”

Carmy smirked faintly, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter, arms loosely crossed. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than he intended, watching as you flipped through the book, completely at ease. The light in the room, though dim and slightly yellowed, softened your features, making you look... warm. Pretty, even. The oversized t-shirt, the messy hair, and those ridiculous monster slippers didn’t detract from it—in fact, they only made you more endearing. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud. Instead, he tucked the thought neatly into the back of his mind, letting it sit there quietly.

The faint hum of the working washing machine filled the space, stretching the silence between you into something that felt oddly comfortable. He wasn’t used to that—not in conversations, not in moments like these. Usually, silence felt heavy, awkward, something to be broken. But this? This felt... different.

Still, the need to say something eventually won out, despite his lack of finesse with small talk. Clearing his throat softly, Carmy shifted his weight and finally asked, “So... uh, how are you liking it here?”

You glanced up from your book, your lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “In the building? Or in the laundry room?”

Carmy huffed a quiet laugh, looking down briefly before meeting your eyes again. “The biulding, I guess."

“Oh, it’s not bad,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “The walls are a little thin—I may or may not know the entire plot of the soap opera your upstairs neighbor is binging—but they are decent. A little quiet, though, except for one guy who keeps kicking appliances. Total menace.”

“Sounds rough,” Carmy deadpanned, though his smirk gave him away.

“It is,” you said with mock solemnity before your smile softened. “But honestly? I like it. It’s... cozy, you know? Feels like a place where things can settle down.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping briefly to the floor. “That’s good.”

“It’s growing on me,” you admitted, closing the book and resting it on your lap. “I mean, it’s not every day you move into a building and immediately make friends with someone who’s probably going to be on the cover of Some Fancy Chef Magazine someday.”

“Friends?” he said, arching a brow.

“Yeah, friends,” you replied with a teasing grin. “Or at least laundry room acquaintances.”

He shook his head, his smirk softening into something closer to genuine. “Friend's better.”

"Good," You smiled, shifting slightly in your chair. “So, Carmy-next-door, aside from working and battling possessed washing machines, what do you do for fun?”

“For fun?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow as though you’d just asked him to name every spice in his kitchen alphabetically. “Uh... I don’t know. Not sure I’ve got much time for that.”

“Not buying it,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Everyone’s got something. Come on, spill. What’s your guilty pleasure? Do you secretly knit in your downtime? Binge-watch trashy reality TV? Start a garden but refuse to tell anyone because it ruins your ‘serious chef’ vibe? And if you are, I know someone who could be your new best friend.”

He let out another quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “None of those, but now I’m thinking I should start knitting just to throw people off.”

“Do it,” you said, pointing at him. “Then you can make me a scarf. But seriously, what’s your thing? There’s gotta be something.”

Carmy hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again. “I guess... sometimes I’ll just walk around the city. Clears my head, you know?”

You nodded, smiling softly. “That’s a solid choice. City walks are like people-watching with a side of fresh air. What’s your favorite spot?”

“There's this park near the river. Quiet, not too crowded. Good place to think." Carmy tells her.

"Sounds nice," you replied, smiling. "I might have to check it out sometime."

"You should," Carmy said, his expression softening. He clears his throat, "I-uh, I used to draw, though. Sketch stuff when I had the time.”

“Used to?” you asked, leaning forward a bit, intrigued. “You mean you don’t anymore? Or are you just too modest to admit you’ve got sketchbooks hidden under your bed?”

His smirk faltered into something a little more genuine, a touch of shyness creeping into his expression. “I still do. Sometimes. When things aren’t too crazy.”

“Now that’s interesting,” you said, sitting back with a thoughtful smile. “What kind of stuff do you draw? People? Landscapes? Elaborate food masterpieces?”

“A little of everything,” he said with a small shrug. “But mostly recipes, or at least how I want them to look."

“Like a visual diary,” you said, nodding. “That’s actually really cool.”

“Yeah, well...” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s nothing big.”

“Carmy,” you said, tilting your head at him. “You just admitted to having an actual hobby, and I’m here for it. Don’t downplay it.”

He huffed, shaking his head flushing ever so slightly. “Alright. What about you? What do you do for fun?”

“Me?” you repeated, your eyes lighting up as you sat back in the chair, clutching your book like a prop in a comedy routine. “Well, let’s see. I’m a professional daydreamer, certified in overthinking, and an expert-level snack enthusiast. It’s an impressive resume, I know.”

Carmy chuckled, the corner of his mouth twitching into a rare smile. “Sounds like a full-time job.”

“Oh, it is,” you said with a mock-serious nod. “But if we’re being serious... I like to read, obviously.” You held up the book for emphasis. “And I’m a sucker for a good movie. Big screen, small screen, doesn’t matter. I also like to go out with friends— go to clubs, a karaoke bar, grab dinner, play board games, complain about life. You know, the usual.”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “Any favorites? Books or movies?”

“Hmm,” you mused, tapping your chin. “For books, I like a little bit of everything—mysteries, fantasy, even the occasional cheesy romance. Keeps life interesting. And movies... I’m a sucker for feel-good comedies. But every now and then, I’ll binge something dark and broody just to balance it out.”

Carmy nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Feel-good comedies? Got any recommendations?”

“Oh, I’ve got tons,” you said, your eyes gleaming. “But only if you’re ready for some real classics. Think Clueless, The Princess Bride, or When Harry Met Sally. If you’ve never seen those, we might have to reassess this friendship.”

“Clueless,” he repeated, remembering the movie because of Natalie who forced him and Mikey to watch it, one eyebrow-raising. “That the one with ‘As if’?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, pointing at him with enthusiasm. “See? You’re already on the right track.”

He smirked, shaking his head again. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“What about you? Do you watch movies, or is that too much fun for someone as serious as Chef Carmy?”

He smirked, rubbing the back of his neck. “I watch stuff sometimes. Nothing specific. Just... whatever’s on.”

“Lame answer,” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him. “We’ll work on that. I’ll make you a list. Everyone needs go-to favorite movies.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” he said, his smirk softening.

“Good,” you replied with a playful nod, leaning back in your chair. “And since you’re such a layer enigma, like an onion, I’m guessing you don’t do the whole ‘night out with friends’ thing often?”

“Not really,” he admitted, his tone quieter now. “Doesn’t happen much.”

“You should,” you said, leaning forward slightly, your tone teasing but warm. “You might surprise yourself. One minute you’re awkwardly standing in a corner, and the next, you’re reenacting a dance scene from Dirty Dancing with a stranger. That’s how the best stories happen.”

Carmy shook his head, a quiet laugh escaping him. “Not sure that’s my thing.”

“Hey, it doesn’t have to be Dirty Dancing,” you said with a shrug. “But everyone deserves a good night out now and then. Even mysterious chef-next-door types.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But no promises.”

“Fair,” you replied, looking over at him with a soft smile. “I’m just saying, Chef Carmy, you can’t live in your kitchen forever. Sometimes you’ve gotta step out and find your own rom-com moment.”

Carmy stared at you for a moment, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. He shook his head, as though amused by something he couldn’t quite put into words, but the warmth in his expression lingered.

The hum of the machines filled the room, a soft backdrop to your easy conversation. What started as playful banter drifted into more thoughtful exchanges—small glimpses into each other’s lives, quirks, and histories.

Minutes melted into what felt like seconds, neither of you noticing the time slipping away. For once, it wasn’t about schedules, responsibilities, or the ever-present noise of the outside world. Just two neighbors sharing stories in the glow of the laundry room’s dim light.

A/N: So, thank you so much for all the support. It really keeps me going. I'm thinking of making like a small series of this, like a few interactions before they started dating- maybe some jealousy along the way lol- the first date- maybe the future but idk.

Also, just in case I do, please tell me if you would like to be tagged.

Part 4?

@themorriganisamonster

[hsnlv]

morning chaos | s.jy

pairing: jake x reader

synopsis: a sleepy morning in the kitchen turns sweet as jake teases you about your wild curls. when you mention straightening them permanently, he launches into a mix of playful banter and heartfelt reassurance, insisting your hair is part of what makes you, you.

others: reader has curly hair in this story (if that isn’t obvious🤭)

wc: 946

a/n: honestly, idk if this is a weird concept to write abt since i rarely see people write stories like this! but i love this (and i love how this hits so close to home) and i hope you’ll love it too!

the kitchen smelled like freshly brewed coffee and a hint of maple syrup. you shuffled in, bleary-eyed and wrapped in an oversized hoodie that hung past your hands. your curls were in their full, chaotic glory—sticking out in random directions, defying gravity like they had a personal vendetta against you.

jake was already at the counter, humming some unrecognizable tune as he flipped pancakes. his hair was still messy from sleep, sticking up in tufts, but somehow he managed to look like he belonged in a morning coffee commercial. it wasn’t fair.

he turned when he heard your footsteps, his face lighting up in that way that made your heart do a little flip. “good morning, sunshine.”

you mumbled something unintelligible and plopped down at the kitchen table, burying your face in your arms.

“wow,” jake teased, setting the spatula down and walking over to you. “you’re absolutely radiant this morning.”

“shut up,” you grumbled, your voice muffled by your sleeves.

he laughed, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee. “here, this should help,” he said, sliding the mug in front of you.

you lifted your head just enough to take a sip, groaning in satisfaction as the warmth seeped into your soul. “you’re lucky i love you, or i’d throw this coffee at you for being so chipper.”

“noted,” he said, grinning as he leaned on the counter, watching you with that soft, amused expression he always seemed to have around you. his eyes flicked to your hair, and he tilted his head. “your curls are extra fluffy today.”

you groaned, tugging at one of the unruly strands. “don’t remind me.”

“what? they’re cute,” he said, reaching over to twirl a curl around his finger.

“cute?” you echoed, giving him a deadpan look. “jake, i look like i stuck my head in a blender.”

“a very stylish blender,” he quipped, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

you rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

“i’ve been thinking about getting a rebonding treatment,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

jake froze mid-reach for the syrup. “a what?”

“a rebonding treatment,” you repeated, playing with the edge of your sleeve. “it straightens your hair permanently. no more frizz, no more wild curls…”

he blinked at you like you’d just suggested shaving your head. “wait, wait, wait. you mean… you’d straighten your hair forever?”

you nodded, taking another sip of coffee. “yeah. i mean, it’d be easier, right? less maintenance, less… chaos.”

jake set the syrup down and walked over to you, crouching so he was at eye level. “but why would you want to do that? your curls are you.”

“because they’re a pain to deal with,” you said, gesturing at your head. “you don’t understand, jake. every morning is a battle. half the time, i lose.”

he gave you a look so serious, it was almost comical. “but you win the other half. and that’s what makes you a champion.”

you snorted, trying to fight the smile creeping onto your face. “jake—”

“no, hear me out,” he interrupted, holding up a finger like he was about to deliver the world’s most profound speech. “your hair is like… a majestic lion’s mane. wild, beautiful, and full of personality. do you think lions wake up and think, ‘ugh, my mane is so annoying today’? no. they wear it with pride.”

“jake, i’m not a lion,” you said, biting back a laugh.

“but you could be,” he said with a grin. “and honestly, your hair matches your personality—fun, unique, and kind of unpredictable. and i love all of that.”

you felt your cheeks heat, but you tried to play it cool. “you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“ridiculously in love with your curls,” he shot back without missing a beat.

you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “oh my god, you’re so cheesy.”

“cheesy, but correct,” he said, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “look, i get it. if it’s really what you want to do, i’ll support you. but i just think your curls are perfect the way they are. they’re part of what makes you… you.”

you looked at him, your heart squeezing at the sincerity in his eyes. “you really think they’re that great?”

“i know they’re that great,” he said confidently. “besides, where else would i get this much entertainment?”

“entertainment?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah,” he said, his grin widening. “like when you get mad, and that one curl right here—” he reached out and gently tugged on a strand near your forehead—“sticks straight up like an antenna. it’s adorable.”

you swatted his hand away, laughing. “you’re the worst.”

“but you love me,” he said smugly, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

“unfortunately,” you teased, though the warmth in your chest betrayed your words.

“seriously, though,” he said, his voice softer now. “i love your hair. i love you. and if you want to change it, that’s okay. but i think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

you looked at him, his messy bedhead and his hopeful, lopsided smile, and you felt a surge of affection so strong, it almost overwhelmed you.

“thanks, jake,” you said quietly.

“for what?”

“for being the weirdest, sweetest boyfriend ever,” you said, leaning forward to kiss him.

he smiled against your lips, pulling back just enough to say, “you know what they say—find someone who loves you and your crazy curls, and you’ve hit the jackpot.”

“nobody says that,” you deadpanned.

“well, they should,” he said, reaching for your hair again.

you laughed, swatting his hand away. maybe your curls weren’t so bad after all.

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[afterglowsainz]

so american | alex albon

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[cl6teen]

all i want is you ❀ cl16

in which charles thinks he can stay just friends with you after a breakup (spoiler alert: he cant)

read part two here.

contains: social media au, ex!charles leclerc x fem!reader, angsty charles and yn living her best life, mentions of charles’s new girlfriend, charles is a confusing man

note: something small just to feed the kids yk, pls don’t read into the twt dates i was too lazy to change them

📍south of france

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yourusername this travel thing is kind of fun 🇫🇷

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lilymhe my wifey is so pretty

alexalbon okay then just date atp

yourusername wdym? we already are

alexalbon why do i put up with this

lilymhe because you love us duh

pierregasly no photo credits or tag? i’m (deeply) hurt

yourusername oh please you complained the whole time and then made me and kika take photos of you

pierregasly that is not a crime

kikagomes my stylish icon 🤍

yourusername te amo te amo

carlossainz55 coming to spain next i hope?

yourusername who knows 🤭

landonorris actually she’s coming to the uk with me next

carlossainz55 😢😢 yn you betray me

yourusername you know you’re my favourite carlos

landonorris ouch

charles_leclerc very pretty

yourusername thank you charlie

luvleclrc it’s so sweet that he still comments on her photos

user i miss them real bad

4ouryn are we getting any more travel vlogs soon?

yourinstagram im working on it! it’ll be out around this friday :)

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charles_leclerc good times at home

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user charles leclerc the man that you are 😭😭

user seeing him with a baby is just what i needed on my tl

yourusername two cuties at sea!

charles_leclerc so you think i’m cute 🤔

yourusername only because of the baby in your hands

charles_leclerc you hurt my feelings y/n

user omg charles still flirting with yn is so crazy

user idk if it’s flirting per se, they’re just friends now

user they were so cute i still don’t get why they broke up

user charles broke up with her bc he wanted to focus on racing

carlossainz55 somebody wants to be a daddy

charles_leclerc don’t put words in my mouth mate 😅

user is this a joke ? 👀

pierregasly i see what he’s doing

charles_leclerc ??

landonorris he’s cooking

alexandrasaintmleux so handsome

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📍 lake como, italy

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yourusername loving italia 🇮🇹

carlossainz55 next stop madrid?

yourusername we’ll see, won’t we

landonorris i better be invited

carlossainz55 you know your way here mate

user omg the ferrari flag

yourusername deep down everyone is a ferrari fan :)

user should we read into that

yourusername no lmao

lilymhe travelling with you is the best

yourusername what would i do without you

alexalbon everyday i wake up

user no charles like or comment :( i guess he really is dating that girl

user justice for yn literally

user they still follow each other tho but i feel so bad for both girls

kikagomes i have no clue how anyone could break up with you, like seriously

yourusername me too, but life is too short to worry about things like that babe

user 👀 charles shade??

user i think we should stop tying y/n’s identity to charles in general

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carlossainz55 updated their story 2 hours ago. landonorris updated their story 1 hour ago.

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landonorris who are those studs in the first photo

yourusername so humble !

alexalbon potential summer soft launch?

yourusername who knows

user ugh why is she always with those two, i swear she wants them so bad

yourusername ew no those two are my sons 🤱

pierregasly who’s the daddy 🤔

landonorris don’t say it like that yn 😭😭

carlossainz55 i’m older than you though, no?

yourusername no carlos it’s like, in spirit

user WHO IS THAT MAN???? is that carlos?? lando??

yourusername no! but he’s certainly someone 🤭

user that’s charles right?

user he’s in monaco right now, it couldn’t be him plus he’s got a gf

lilymhe okay mysterious girl

yourusername i love to keep people on their toes

lilymhe but seriously text me and tell me who that is

kikagomes girl me too

user shout out to yn for reuniting carlando!!

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carlos’s phone 📞

charles

are you with y/n right now

i know you are

carlos

then why ask m8

yes i’m with her, why?

charles

is she mad at me

carlos

that’s a stupid question, but i don’t know man, she hasn’t brought you up

and lando and i aren’t going to

what’s the phrase?

poke the bear

actually, i shouldn’t compare her to that

but i would be mad if i were her

charles

who’s that man she posted the other day??

you’ve been with her during her entire spain trip yes? what does he look like, do you know him?

carlos

he is a good friend of mine yes

i somewhat set them up, things have been going good, they’re both here at our dinner

charles

aiii carlos! why would you set them up??

how could you do this to me??

carlos

did you forget that you broke with her? to focus on racing?

which would be fine if you didn’t get another girl just a month after?

i don’t even know how she could stay friends with you, but she asked me to find a guy for her

i am a good friend, so i found someone

if you’re jealous, you shouldn’t have broken up in the first place

charles

i’m not jealous at all carlos

carlos

then why are you stalking her account and asking me about a man she is seeing?

if you’re so concerned, text her yourself

charles

argh you’re no help

your phone 📞

charlie

hey

i miss you

a lot

[seishihoe]

a world on FIRE. ryusei shidou x fem!reader - minors DNI

back from the dead to present a belated birthday gift for my one true love @rinhaler mwah. i hope you love it as much as ryu loves you :3 i'm so grateful you're in my life pookie <3 word count: 4.7k tags: enemies to lovers, ex-bully!ryu, mentions of bullying, pet names (princess, baby, good girl & boy!!!), praise, degradation (if there aint both i don’t want it), a couple spanks, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!receiving), doggy, mentions of anal, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, size kink ig?, not proof read and rushed

“Are you seriously signing up to that?” your roomie’s voice scoffs from behind you as you continue signing your name on the form.

“Why are you being so negative?! We’ve got to pick some extra credit classes and look, it’s an art class - it would be my major if my parents weren’t… well my parents.” It’s the closest opportunity you’ve had to your real dreams since coming to college - forced into a “real” college degree like Law instead of what you really wanted to do with your life. Now you had an opportunity right in front of you to actually enjoy learning - no one was stopping you from this.

“Don’t you have enough on your plate?” she sighs, twirling an unlit cigarette between her fingers as she waits impatiently.

“It’s just one extra credit class - it even says beginners, it’ll be a piece of cake for someone like me!”

You dot the i’s of your name with signature hearts and it’s done. You place the pen back against the clipboard and lean back with a satisfied smile as your roommate continues to shake her head. 

“Don’t burn yourself out girl that’s all I’m saying!” she laughs, giving you a nudge. “You study too much already, you’re not making enough time for what we actually came to college for!”

Your face screws up at her, “And… what would that be?”

“Boys, duh!” she laughs, linking arms with you as you start to walk back to the dorms. “When’s the last time you went to a party? Or one of the frat houses? They’re wild. Especially the guys on all the sports teams…” she bites her lip, clearly reminiscing about a particular encounter.

“Not having this conversation, you slut,” you sigh, “Speaking of… what’s your body count at these days?” you smirk at her. 

“You’re so fucking rude!” she hits you lightly but laughs. “Well, have fun with your finger paints.”

“Mhmm… I shall.”

—-

You arrive at class embarrassingly early, too excited to wander around campus or use the spare time for studies. You sit down at one of the easels near the back and start to unpack your brand new art supplies you bought just for the occasion - pretty paint brushes, fresh tubes of oil paint and even your own cute apron to wear. You set it all out and wait nervously for everyone else to arrive. Your legs jitter in excitement as the class begins to fill up, checking the time on your phone every so often. Soon enough, the teacher arrives and begins to explain the modules and expectations for the semester.

“There will only be one graded unit and - ugh” he sighs loudly as the door opens, turning his head towards it. “First day of class and this is the time you arrive? Not the best impression for an extra credit class.”

“Yeah, yeah… I’m here aint I?”

Your stomach drops at the familiar voice, it’s one you couldn’t forget if you tried, and you timidly look up to confirm your worst fears. Your tormentor, your bully, Ryusei Shidou.

His eyes practically shine up as he spots you, a slow grin appearing on his face. His tongue licks across his bottom lip and he stuffs his hands into his pockets, making his way to the back of the class - to you. He dumps his backpack on the floor unceremoniously, sitting down on the stool in front of the canvas with a soft grunt. You can feel him looking at you, out of the corner of your eye but you refuse to give him any satisfaction. You try to focus on the teacher again as he restarts the class but the blond, menacing figure leans in ever closer. He’s finally close enough that you can no longer ignore him, his imposing large figure not willing to give up. You hear your name in greeting lowly and it sends a shiver up your spine, forcing you to finally acknowledge him. 

“I saw those dumb hearts on the sign-up sheet and I knew it was you,” he almost sneers, mouth creeping into a smirk. 

“So what, Ryusei? You had to sign-up too and ruin college for me like you did high school?”

“Hey… I like art too, don’t you remember?”

“You like being an asshole, that’s all I remember,” you roll your eyes and continue to try and concentrate on your piece. “Your hair still looks… stupid.”

He chuckles at that, shaking his head slightly as he starts to unpack his stuff. “You always loved my hair, baby.” You scowl little, cheeks reddening at the pet name. You open your mouth to speak again but he stops you, tutting and wiggling his index finger at you. “Uh-uh… teacher’s talkin’, pay attention, baby.” The way he looks at you, it almost makes you feel sick. It’s like he’s taunting you already and he only just sat down. Your mouth snaps shut and you clear your throat, looking to the front of the class yet again and internally hating yourself for obeying him. 

Even when he’s not talking to you, you can feel his presence. Catching those magenta eyes, sizing you up at every chance he has, reminding you of every horrible, painful year of high school.

High school was fine to begin with - you weren’t bullied but you weren’t popular either. You had the people that mattered in your life and the bothersome ones left you alone for the most part. Until he showed up one day. An unruly blond haired demon who’s only desires were to lead the school soccer team and make your life a living hell. It was trivial and basic to start with - tripping you up in the hallway, confiscating your homework or raiding your locker.

Then one day, it got a lot worse.

“What’s this, huh?” he eyes you curiously as you stare at the journal in his hand like it’s a bomb about to explode, shaking your head desperately. You watch from your knees on the hallway floor as he does another classic Shidou locker inspection, one of his more humiliating hobbies. At least you hadn’t brought any tampons that day. You struggle underneath him as he examines it a little more closely, a finger twiddling with the pink lock protecting your deepest, darkest inner teenage thoughts. “Aw… it’s locked…” he gives you a faux pout before his large hands seize the book apart by its covers and rip it open from the spine. You’re powerless as you watch it happen - a few stray pages broken from the binding scatter to the hallway floor… your secrets exposed to the world. You hear gasps and a few shocked laughs from the other students and beg yourself not to cry. 

His hand presses on your head to remain in position as he flicks through it quickly, stopping your desperate, useless attempts of seizing it back from him. He somehow finds the most delicate and embarrassing entries in record time, reading them aloud for everyone to hear as you beg and pray and will for the ground to just swallow you up. 

“... and as obnoxious as he is, maybe I can’t help but find Shidou a little hot,” he reads in a mock-version of your voice before stopping, almost like he realises what the words mean. He looks from you to the diary again as he takes it in before throwing his head back in a horrid, condescending laugh. “You -? Aw, you dork, you have a crush on me!”

Tears build in your eyes as you shake your head furiously. “Ryu… please stop…”

You inhale deeply as you force the memory out of your mind, not willing to relive the rest. You turn to look at him, pausing and rolling your eyes as he confidently paints, tongue stuck out in concentration. “You made my life fucking hell… and you walk in here like we’re friends?”

“Come on… it was just a little teasing…”

You grip your paintbrush hard in your hand at that, shaking slightly. “A little… teasing?!”

“Just liked to wind ya up… it was fun. Remember the day you confessed your love for me?”

Your mouth drops open, “I, my, what?!” you blurt out in shock. “You read my diary against my will and then jammed my skirt in the locker and left me there! Are you delusional or just really dense?” you flick your hair over your shoulder and continue to paint. 

He rolls his eyes, making you fizz even more. “You’ve always been so dramatic… you were such a princess… guess ya still are.” 

“Please just leave me alone,” you hiss under your breath, “You ruined high school for me, don’t ruin college for me too! Go away!”

He blinks a few times, his expression unreadable. He finally turns back to his canvas and shrugs. “I just wanna paint, relax.”

You refuse to believe it, there’s no way he’s not here to continue his tirade of cruelty. You won't back down though, you won't let Ryusei Shidou ruin the one chance of escapism you have at college. It’s difficult but as the weeks go on, he does leave you alone for the most part. Refusing to sit anywhere else and still considering himself your protector. “You’re still a lil dork, what if someone else picks on ya?” Protector? Is he delusional? Did he suffer a brain injury during summer break or is this even the same Ryusei Shidou that tormented and bullied you at every chance he got?

Over time you realise he doesn’t seem to be lying about his intentions for class at least. He turns up, and on time too, and doesn’t even mock the teacher like he was famous for in high school. His canvas is always tilted just out of sight from you and others but he works hard - you wonder whether he’s embarrassed or maybe even a bit of a perfectionist. Sometimes you talk but you rarely push conversation, too concentrated on your own work to give him the attention you know he craves from you. You know there will come a moment eventually when he’ll reveal his true colours once again.

It’s a rainy afternoon on campus, so bad that most of your classes are cancelled. Not willing to brave a very wet and long walk home to the dorms you head to the art block, deciding the spare time would be best put to use putting in some extra work on your graded module. After a quick pit stop for hot chocolate at the cafe, sipping on it comfortingly to warm yourself, you enter the studio. To your surprise, you weren’t the first person to have the same idea. 

“Hey princess, avoiding the rain too?” Ryusei peers over the top of his canvas with his signature smile, his hair wet and pushed back slightly out of his face. 

“Yeah… it’s pretty bleak out there,” you reply, taking you headphones off from your head as you sit down and begin to prepare your art supplies.

“I’m almost finished so… I won’t bother you too much, promise,” he winks at you. You give him an awkward smile and look out your canvas from the collection, continuing in silence. He sticks to his word, occasionally humming which doesn’t bother you too much. Soon you hit a roadblock, a small mistake leaving you puzzled and making you consider scrapping the whole piece. You shake your head and try to rid yourself of the self-sabotage, deciding to take a break. You take out a packet of Oreo’s from your backpack and indulge yourself in a snack to ground yourself as you look over your painting in thought. You look to Ryusei and down at the sleeve of your favourite snacks in your lap. 

“Umm… would you like one?” you hold it out to him without looking.

He looks at you suspiciously but helps himself to a couple. “Guess I deserve a break too, thanks,” he smiles.

“You’re quite secretive about your work,” you tease him with a smirk as you notice it remains tilted from your view, too curious to let it go unnoticed anymore. “Shy? Or are you truly just slacking off?”

“Wanna see?” he responds plainly as he licks the cream slowly off one of the Oreo’s. 

You furrow your brow, shocked by his response. “Uh… y-yeah sure,” you nod and give him a tiny hint of a smile. He returns it and turns the canvas to show you, the swirl and mess of colours making you blink a few times as you try to make sense of it. Red and magenta fires surrounding melting violet buildings in a fiery explosion that could only be created by him. 

“It looks like… a world on fire,” you say quietly, still looking over the details. You can’t deny it’s good, maybe he does actually like art. “Wow, Ryu… I’m kinda impressed,” you manage another small smile. 

“You think?” he smirks. “I just wanted you to shut up about me slacking off. I love painting, I do.”

“Is… that how you see the world, Ryu?”

A small smile flickers on his face at the nickname, “Yeah I guess so,” he laughs softly.  

“I really didn’t think you’d take this class seriously…” 

“Why? Cause I was mean to you?” he rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh as he faces his canvas back to him. “Apart from that… you barely know me. You don’t know what I like to do with my life”

“I guess I just can’t imagine you being a good boy,” you laugh awkwardly. 

His head turns slightly as the words leave your mouth, a slight smirk appearing. “Yeah well… I aint.” He dips his paintbrush into his paint heartily before thumbing the bristles and flicking paint directly at you. You gasp as you watch red paint speckle across your dress, unable to react in time to stop him.

“Ryusei!” you gasp, getting up and instantly trying to wipe yourself down. He laughs and laughs as he watches you,  “Oh, well that’s abundantly clear, don’t worry,” you smile falsely before groaning in frustration. You give up, throwing the rag you were using to the floor in defeat. “Ugh, this better wash out!” 

“It’s acrylic so I doubt it, you should know that, dork. Shoulda wore your apron…” he snorts and clings to his stool as he finally controls himself. 

“Oh my god, Ryu!” you wail. 

“It was just a joke and I know you got lots of pretty clothes cause your parents always spoiled ya. God you’re so uptight, it’s boring. Thought college would liven you up, guess you must still be a lil frigid virgin,” he laughs.

“No. I’m not,” you bite back before you can stop yourself, instantly turning red. “N-Not that it’s any of your fucking business!”

“Well, whoever you been fucking aint fucking you right… cause look at ya, all grown up and you’re still a prissy, high-strung whiney -” You grab the nearest brush and press it in the black ink on your palette before casting it across his canvas. He yells as he watches you, getting up too late to react and completely powerless before you, casting a black line in the middle of his artwork. It’s a step too far but you can’t help but feel a little bit proud. It’s the first time you’ve ever stood up to Ryusei Shidou in your life. The adrenaline quickly fades and the reality of what you’ve done hits you like a tonne of bricks. You drop the paintbrush and stand back, nervously awaiting his reaction. There’s an expression on his face that you don’t quite recognise in him, the way he stares at the canvas you tarnished for a few tense beats, hands gripping his hairs in anguish as he breathes heavily… and then it hits you.

He’s hurt. The signature rage that burns within Ryusei was extinguished the moment your brush swept against the canvas. He was proud of that… so proud that he wanted to show you and you ruined it. You were the cruel one this time. It makes you uncomfortable… Even after all the suffering you endured at his hands you can’t help but feel sorry for him. Did you… break Ryusei Shidou? 

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he’s standing up from the stool, turning to face you with an intimidating stance and almost manic smile. That… devastation… it’s gone and the Ryusei you recognise from all those years of torment is back. The anger. The violence. The passion. He takes a long stride towards you and forces you against the wall easily, “You’re such a fucking bitch,” he growls, face leaning dangerously close to yours.

“I’m sorry, I really am I -”

“Shut. Up,” he grabs your chin in a large hand, shaking you in his grasp slightly with each word. “You got revenge finally I guess, huh? You proud of yourself, baby? Feel all big and brave now?” his hand moves up to grip your cheeks, squeezing until your lips pucker pathetically.

“N-No,” you choke out, tears welling in your eyes as panic takes over, uneased by the way he leers over you. “R-Ryusei, it was mistake, ‘m sorry but we can try and fix it just -!” but you’re cut off suddenly as he growls and plants his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. You make a tiny yelp of surprise but relax, soft moans fill the air and you realise they’re coming from you. You’ve finally succumbed to him. He breaks away suddenly, a small line of drool connecting your mouths that he licks at with a smile. 

“You’re fucking sexy when you’re mad baby. Shoulda done something like that a long time ago instead of always cryin’” he laughs softly, peppering your face gently with kisses. “Mmmm… made me hard.” 

“Y-You’re a pervert,” you whimper but cling to him, kissing him back again as your head becomes dizzy and you allow yourself to succumb to those twisted desires you’d locked away many years ago. Thoughts of it that once made you feel sick with guilt as you used them late at night to explore your body and depraved fantasies. Why do you still want this? And why did you ever want this?

“S-Stop,” you say with little effort behind it, watching as his hands slide up your body to see more, feel more.

“You don’t want me to, baby,” he breathes into your mouth almost desperately. “K-Know you don’t want me to.”

“Okay b-but Ryu, here?” 

“Waited so fuckin’ long for this baby you know that, not gonna waste any more time. My girl, always been my girl haven’t you?”

And you’re nodding, you don’t know why but you’re nodding. This boy that made your life hell for years, ridiculed you, the boy who you utterly despised. Something inside you still craved him, wanted him - no, you needed him. Like some sort of fucked-up, twisted, full-circle moment. Maybe you both did. 

“W-Wanna be your girl, Ryu,” you whisper quietly. He chuckles against your lips at your desperate admission, hands delving under the skirt of your dress. It’s not long before his large fingers are poking at your panties, a soft embarrassed whimper escaping you as he lets out a soft moan at the discovery within. “Fuuuuuck, sweetheart,” he laughs through a soft moan as his fingers swipe down the drenched fabric. “Do you always get this wet… or is this all just for me?”

You say nothing, almost shell-shocked to the spot that this is happening, your head still reeling from it all. His fingers slip under the waistband and they’re soon falling down your legs, Ryusei quickly but silently helping you step out of them as you continue to explore his mouth. 

“Always wondered what your pretty parts looked like,” he bites on your lip as he continues to toy with you, his fingers dancing against your slippery folds with a moan. “Lemme see…” he pushes the skirt of your dress up to expose you, the cool air making you shudder self-consciously. You hear a soft moan escape his lips as he looks at you for the first time. “Oh baby… so pretty,” he coos softly. Your head falls back with a tiny thud against the wall, embarrassment taking over. 

“Ryu…” you whine and he laughs softly, gently placing one of your legs upon his shoulder. You gasp as you feel his breath against your sensitive core, and his hand is spreading you apart even more for him. “Oh my god what are you -?” you feel his tongue delicately swipe from your hole up to your clit and let out a loud gasp, eyes rolling back already from the sensitivity. “Ryu!”

“Mmpf,” he smacks his lips obscenely. “You taste like fuckin’ candy.” His mouth suctions over your clit firmly and you truly lose it, letting out sweet whimpered moans and rolling your hips for more. He’s done so little and he’s reduced you to a mess already. He moans against your flesh as he feasts on you, desperately palming himself over his trousers as he enjoys the way your body responds to him. For how he’s craved you too.

“Ryu, s-so good at this, fuck,” you whisper, fingers lacing through his hair and gripping tightly for stability. It spurs him on, his hands greedily grip your sides, encouraging you to continue moving against him. The noises his actions make are lewd and loud - echoing around the room enough to make your cheeks flush crimson. 

It rolls up on you before you can warn him and your moans heighten into sweet, shrill squeaks as you finally reach your peak, shaking and bearing down on him. Delicious ecstasy consuming you like you’ve never felt before. You watch him lewdly slurp up your sweet nectar, the sight enough to extend your pleasure as you lock eyes with him. “Fuck,” is all you can manage as you slow your hips against his face. He breaks away, panting and his eyes ablaze with lust as he licks at the juices that coat his mouth. You recognise that look. He’s not done with you yet. 

You’re still reeling from the aftershocks and he’s pushing you onto your knees on the floor, your body jelly and sinking willingly. “Bend over baby, c’mon. Can’t wait anymore, need to feel you,” he grunts as he doesn’t even wait for you to obey, manhandling you easily onto all-fours as you still try to catch your breath. 

“C-Can’t believe this is happening,” you almost laugh as you hear the familiar sound of a zipper before a harsh hand holds your hip in place, feeling Ryusei take his place behind you. 

“I can... meant to be baby” he smirks, jerking himself impatiently as he pushes your head to the floor. “Come on arch a little better than that baby, waited fuckin’ years for this, gotta look pretty for me.”

You nod and do as he says, pressing down further and arching your ass perfectly for him. You feel him spread you apart, whimpering instinctively. 

“I want this,” he groans lowly, his thumb pressing firmly against your untouched tight ring of muscle - you swear you hear the tiniest soft whine as it instinctively tightens against the touch. “D-Didn’t get to pop your cherry, sweetheart so let me have this. Bet you’ve never been fucked here.”

You whimper slightly but don’t refuse the touch.”N-No, never, Ryu… but not now… another time. Fuck.” 

“What makes you think there’s gonna be another time? Needy slut.” His hand moves from your untouched parts and delivers a harsh spank. “And stop fuckin’ telling me what to do. I’ll give ya exactly what you need, princess.” You feel the blunt head of his cock press against your slickened entrance and soon enough he’s pushing inside in one fluid thrust. All the air leaves your lungs as you take everything he gives you - he’s big, maybe the biggest you’ve had. He hasn’t even moved yet and you feel him everywhere. You choke on your own moans and prepare yourself for what’s to come. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Your little pussy looks so pretty taking this dick,” he pulls back and delivers a harsh thrust, making you jolt forward with a pained shout.

‘S big, Ryu, so big,” you babble, fingers scrambling for any purchase against the floor. 

“I know baby, I know. Taking me so good, fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, starting a rapid pace that leaves you open-mouthed and whimpering.

You give up on trying to be quiet, Ryusei’s own loud moans and grunts already exposing you enough for anyone in the near vicinity. He’s ferocious and primal, you desperately wish you could see him properly in all his glory but his tight grip on you leaves little hope for change in position. His hips bruise against yours with every thrust and you’re sure you’ll have bruises in the morning - or hope, the thought of evidence of your deeds helping your pleasure build yet again. “Love how you fuck me, Ryu! Love this, oh m-my god!” you cry out as you begin to thrust back against him. He growls ferociously and grips the flesh of your ass for leverage to rail you harder, desperate to see you surrender with him.

“Come on, baby, come on,” he grunts, “Make it a good one for me, come on,” he repeats desperately. You arch your back out even further and freeze as the pleasure rushes over you yet again, creaming deliciously around his cock. 

The hands supporting yourself eventually give out, your front sinking against the cold concrete floor as you let him just take you. He’s ruthless, rutting against you like a desperate animal before he’s spurting thick ropes of his seed inside you until he has nothing left to give, whining as he forces himself to eventually stop. “S-Shit, baby, your pussy’s amazing… mm… knew it would be.” he kisses up your spine softly before pulling out and sorting himself.

“Oh… oh my god,” you gasp desperately, laying against the floor for a moment before coming to your senses. “That was crazy, Ryu, I can’t believe we did that.”

“It was sexy… oh and you’d really let me fuck your ass?” he grins. 

You sort your clothes and look at him with a small smirk. “Maybe… if you’re a good boy.” his reaction to that immediately making you giggle - eyes wide and his own cheeks almost blushing. “Oh... you like that, hm, Ryu?” 

“S-Shut up,” he grumbles, avoiding looking at you as he goes redder. “Come on… we should get out of here before they lock up the building for the night. He takes your hand in his before you can refuse, making you smile to yourself as you gently follow him.

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You wake up the next morning and check your phone, pouting as you scroll through your notifications, none of them from the person you want them to be. You lie back against the pillows and read them, one from your roommate catching your eye.

> hey! sorry, left when u were still sleeping oli invited me to watch him practice… couldn’t resist :P 

> btw a weird huge package was left at the door btw girl did u order something??? left it outside your room. xoxox

You pull the duvet off yourself and go to the door, eyes widening as you see the package in question but you quickly recognise the familiar, rectangle shape. Wrapped in brown paper and tied with a sting with your name on, it has little clues of its sender. You shrug and bend down on the floor, untying the string and beginning to tear the crinkly paper slowly. 

The painting. Ryusei’s painting except there’s something different about it now. It’s complete.

Amongst the fiery, explosive background you spot the dark silhouettes of two familiar figures embraced in the middle. The height difference is obvious and the defining features of his hair makes you slowly grin in realisation. 

You read the note attached to it, smiling gleefully still and sinking slowly to the floor as you read it over and over.

Fixed it already. The world burns brighter with you.

Ryu xox

[sinsandsweetness]

“compulsion” - part 2 of PICK YOUR POISON - (a dads best friends love story)

first part here

pairing- (Shane x fem!reader)

warnings- nsfw, 18+, age gap, dads best friends, drinking, oral (r!recieving), fingering, jealous rick… 1.8k wc

You’d been a complete tease since that night in the garage. You knew it. They knew it. Apparently the only one who didn’t know it was your father. Such an oblivious man. Unable to see the way his friends undress you with their eyes anytime they get a glimpse of you. Or the way you purposely wear the shortest skirts you own whenever they’re around. And today was no exception. A neighbourhood barbecue that your parents are hosting. Mostly an attempt in upholding the outstanding community member facade they desperately cling to. And with all your fathers friends who were invited, you decide that for your own form of validation, to put on your shortest sundress. A pale yellow with a soft floral pattern, almost unnoticeable unless you were up close. It was so short that you have to pull the sides down anytime you get up from your seat.

“Where you goin’?” Rick asks as you tug on the skirt, heading for the door to your house. Your shoulder now a little cold without his arm wrapped around it. Something neither of your parents seemed to notice. Or if they did they certainly didn’t care. Too busy in conversation, welcoming some of the newest Alexandria recruits.

“Washroom.” You make a face at him. He seemed almost appalled that you’d be leaving his side. He probably was. Always trying to keep you close. Closest out of the three. And that was keeping him on edge. Trying to maintain your attention the most effectively, and keep it on the low. In fact, the secret was making him a little jumpy. The weeks of stolen kisses and touches catching up to him too. Very, very secret touches. Hiding what was becoming an exhilarating and extremely complicated relationship between three different guys, all old enough to be your father.

He watches your hips sway as you walk into the house, flashing him a cute smile before making your way down the hallway.

When the bathroom door opens, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Shane. With a flirty grin, your body moves quicker than your mind. Pushing the man back in as he tries to object, but you don’t let him. Pressing your lips to his and pulling him in by the back of his neck.

“What-”

“Mhpm.” You don’t even let him answer. Just continue kissing him all hot and needy, while you close the door behind you, pulling him close against you as you start to feel him relax. To accept that this was happening.

The entire day was torture. Each one of them very aware of your cries for attention, but not offering to do anything about them. When you tried to pull Rick upstairs to your bedroom he got all tight jawed and told you to cut it out. Pinching your ass as he led you towards the backyard. And Daryl, silently shook his head when you teased your fingernails up your thigh, lifting your skirt to show him the colour of the thong you were wearing. Ugh, they’re so boring. No fun at all.

It’s such a shame too. You want them so bad and they barely seem to acknowledge it. You woke up this morning all hot and needy, hand in your panties before your alarm even wrang. And seeing the men all perfect and groomed wasn’t helping. In their Sunday best button ups, with a spritz of cologne that made your head dizzy. It was intoxicating. The way you actually crave them. The way you feel like you need them. You’re already addicted and you’ve barely even had a taste.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m a virgin?” You ask Shane in between messy kisses, hands already tugging at his belt, more than hinting at the real reason you decided to trap him in the costal themed bathroom.

He laughs against your lips. He tastes like beer. And you like it. A lot.

“Absolutely not.” He leans back. Tone more serious now. “Are you?”

An amused huff escapes your lips as you rest your head against the bathroom door. “No. But I wish I were.”

You pull him in again, tongue tracing his bottom lip as you kiss him. “Wish it coulda been you who popped my cherry,” his hand is under your dress, rubbing you through your panties. “Who fucked me and corrupted me,” you continue against his lips, the softest moan escaping your throat at his touch.

But he pauses. Trying to catch his breath, still rubbing soft circles on your clit.

“Ain’t too late for that second one.”

He’s right. It’s not.

“Probably woulda been better then some 16 year old jock on prom night. What’d he last, 30 seconds? Bet he couldn’t even make you come, huh?” He asks, fingers finding their way into your panties now, spreading your arousal onto your clit, and dipping inside.

“No- “ you gasp at the intrusion. “Was- was my high school gym teacher. Cheated on his wife with me in the girls locker room during lunch hour.”

Shane couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth at your confession. Vibrating against your own lips. And you smile because he’s amused. But you aren’t joking. And it’s really not that funny. Truly wasn’t your proudest moment.

“Now that, I believe.”

You’re done talking, so you pull his smile against your own and whimper into his mouth. His fingers already pumping slowly inside of you. Finding your sweet spot with ease. Making your bare toes curl against the cool tile.

From the moment you woke up, you’ve needed this. Needed to come. All over his fingers. His cock would be ideal, but he told you no already. They all came to an agreement. Daryl, Rick and him. Said it was “crossing a line” or some bullshit. As if finger fucking your best friends daughter while he’s flipping burgers on the back deck isn’t.

“Please, Shane- need you so bad-” you whine against his lips. Hips involuntarily bucking into his hand.

“Fuck, baby-” you know he’s trying to hold back.

“Just-uh,” he groans, dropping to his knees in front of you, pulling your panties down in one swift motion. Taking your right thigh and pulling it over his shoulder.

Your hands tangle in his hair at the feeling of his mouth on your cunt. His hands are under your dress, nails digging into your ass and pulling you even closer. The warm slickness of his tongue moving up and down on your clit. Pleasure swirls in your stomach and silent whimpers escape your swollen lips.

“Taste so fucking good-” he groans against you, bringing two fingers up and teasing your entrance. Leaking with arousal and spit. Absolutely begging to be filled. To be fucked.

“Ohmygod,” you moan, pressure building in your core as he curls his fingers. Sucking and lapping at your clit, like he just can’t get enough.

“Gonna come, Shane-” you tell him, hands tightening their grip on his dark locks. Your left leg is starting to tremble, and you’re climax is approaching much quicker then you were hoping. Thanks to his tongue replicating what you can only assume feels just like heaven.

And right when that tight, hot band in your core feels like it’s about to snap, you feel the wood behind you move, and hear the door handle rattle. Someone trying to use the bathroom that had thankfully been locked in between frenzied kisses and grabby hands.

“Occupied!” You squeak, eyes widening at the interruption. Your heart practically skipping a beat at the prospect of being caught.

You feel Shane’s movements halt to a stop, big, brown eyes looking up at you from between your legs.

“Shit. sorry, sweets.” You’re father’s deep voice carries through the door, and a cheeky grin forms on Shane’s handsome face. Once the footsteps retreat down the hall, he puts his index finger to his lips and shushes you. Be quiet, baby.

“Keep going-” your voice is hushed and shaky. Desperately unashamed to be begging for his mouth. His fingers. His nose, and how amazing it feels grinding against your pulsing clit. And wether he heard your pleas or not, he obliged.

You raise you hand to your mouth and bite down on the fleshy side of your palm, silencing the sounds you both know you can’t contain. And you’re close again in a moments time. Eyes rolling back and hips jutting forward. Muscles aching already.

Oh my god.

“Don’t stop, please, please, please-” you beg him for your orgasm. And he gives it to you. Coaxing it out of you with his mouth and his fingers. Feeling a warm wave of pleasure erupt from your cunt, going up your stomach and down your things. And you bite your lip trying not to moan but it feels way too good and you can’t help it.

Not that Shane minded.

“Fuck.” You whisper, core twitching as he pulls his sopping digits out of you. Looking you right in the eye as he kisses your clit, one last torturous time, before he takes your panties, pulls them back up and fixes your dress. He washes his hands as you catch your breath, still leaning against the door. Face flushed when you see him smirking at you through the mirror.

“Think you can behave the rest of the night?”

You nod eagerly, “Yes.”

“Good. Now go back out there and pretend you didn’t just come all over my fingers, alright? Have a drink, eat some food. Be a good girl for us.”

You left the bathroom before him, checking that the coast was clear before slipping outside and eyeing the open spot still next to Rick. He notices you immediately and holds up a red solo cup, cold condensation already dripping down the plastic.

“Made you a drink,” he hands it to you as you sit next to him, the side of your thigh flush with his, keeping him extra close. And before his arm can make its way back around your shoulder, his eyebrows pinch together in a confused scowl.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, inspecting your dopey expression.

“Hm?” You look at him as innocently. Clearly still little dazed from your trip to the washroom.

Rick’s face twitches when he notices. Your thighs are actually trembling. Already sore from keeping yourself standing on one foot, while coming hard on another man’s face only moments earlier.

Rick’s palm flattens on your thigh, pushing it into the seat and halting it’s shakiness.

“Really?”

“What?” You ask, voice sweet as honey.

“You know what.”

“I- I tried to take you upstairs n’ you got all grumpy-” you stutter, trying to defend your sinful actions.

“I said later.”

You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. And you’re a little surprised to feel a jolt between your legs at his jealousy. How hot it is that he’s a little mad. A little… possessive.

“M’ sorry,” you whisper in his ear, tucking yourself in closer to his side, sipping the drink he made you. “Can make it up to you. Promise.”

He rolls his eyes. Annoyed and jealous and irritated that it wasn’t him who had his way with you in the bathroom, so well that it made your legs shake. But regardless of his hostility, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in against his warm body. And you notice that his grip tightens when Shane walks by, giving you a charming smile and a flirty nod.

Annoyed and defeated, Rick sighs and leans in. Close enough that his lips brush your ear.

“Alright. Upstairs. Now.”

part 3

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(Daryl’s part will be next… hope you all enjoyed💗)

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[togrowoldinv]

Matching PJs

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You and Natasha go to the Avengers Christmas party together

Note: Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone! This is a quick little something. I hope you’ve all had a blessed holiday!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

“Come on babe, it’ll be fun,” Natasha says, nudging your shoulder with hers. “Everyone will love it.”

“Don’t you think it’s kind of cheesy?” You reply.

Natasha never thought that you’d be the one to not want to wear matching Christmas pajamas.

When Laura had sent her the link, she immediately bought them for the two of you. Now that it’s Christmas Eve she’s trying to convince you to wear them to the Avengers holiday get together.

“Please, baby. For me?” Nat asks sweetly.

“Ugh,” you sigh. “You had to say that?”

“I did,” she replies, a smirk on her perfect lips. “But really, I love you and I want to do this with you.”

“Okay,” you finally relent.

Nat drops a victory kiss to your lips before running off to get dressed. You join her and get ready for the party. Yo have to admit the pajamas do look cute on.

You drive to the compound and the place is already booming. Of course Tony invited more than just the immediate team. But the more the merrier.

Natasha carries in way too many presents that you two got for everyone. You always go overboard for the holidays, but no one ever seems to mind.

“Merry Christmas!” You greet everyone.

Steve is quick to help Nat unload the presents from her arms.

“Thanks, Cap,” she says.

“I’m obsessed with these pajamas!” Wanda says. She hugs you and Nat.

“See,” Nat says with a grin.

“Okay fine. Maybe they’re cute,” you admit.

“They’re super cute!” Laura adds in. “I’m so glad you bought them, Nat.”

“Me too.”

Soon, Tony comes in and makes a speech before everyone exchanges gifts. You and Nat have way too much eggnog by the time you open all of the gifts, but you still take plenty of photos.

She holds you close to her the entire night and whispers soft things into your ears. You have the perfect night. It’s your favorite holiday together yet.

[dddalgiiiiiii]

you’re dumber than you look.

wonyoung x fem!reader

cw// bullying but only a teeny tiny bit, slowish burn? <3 fllluufffff

reader is whipped for wony thats it

“get your grimy hands off her”. you find yourself saying these words often throughout the week, and always to the same group of people, the ones who always corner her at her locker, or in a classroom after school. it seems as though wonyoung cant keep herself out of trouble.. and for some reason, you always find yourself defending her.

it has become almost like a routine for you. in the mornings you arrive to school, to find that stupid group of people crowding wonyoung, getting up in their face to scare them away, only to find them crowding her once again after finishing your football practice after school.

you’re used to it though, and honestly you kind of like it, you like the feeling of protecting a cute girl, the feeling of being a knight in shining armour.

this day is like every other day, finishing up your football practice and heading to the shower rooms, quicky freshening yourself up before making your way around the school, peaking in to each classroom to find the school nerd, wonyoung.

you pop your head into a room, finding exactly what you’re looking for, wonyoung. she’s sitting at a desk, the group of 4 people standing over her, talking and laughing at her until they see you.

“ugh, here comes the fun police.” a girl with long pigtails glares at you, a smirk forming on her face. “see you later, then.” she flicks wonyoungs forehead, turning towards the door and walking out, her minions following behind and sticking their tongues out at you and wonyoung.

“mmph..” wonyoung sits there, rubbing her forehead where the girl with pigtails had flicked. you make a teasing pout towards her, coming closer and peeling her hand away from her forehead, replacing it with yours as you rub the tips of your fingers against her forehead.

“sorry i’m late, wony.” you smile, pulling your hand away after rubbing her forehead for a few seconds. “its fine.. im used to it or whatever..” you notice a quite obvious pout on her face.

“uh huh…” you pull a seat towards the desk she sat at, dropping your duffel bag, taking a seat and propping your elbow up on the desk, resting your head on your palm. “what are you studying?”

her pout disappears, a soft smile taking its place “some calculus.. i wanna get a head-start on uni..” she admits timidly, her eyes falling to the desk “how was practice?”

you shrug your shoulders, leaning back in your chair, “normal. nothing special.” “i see..”

a silence takes over you both.

its not uncomfortable though. you both.. feel like this is how it should be… the two of you together.. you both smile to yourselves, soft giggling falling from both your lips.

“ahem.” you’re both interrupted by a sudden noise at the door, catching your attention, “school’s closing. you have to leave.” a stern looking man who you know as the biology teacher notifies you.

you nod, giving him a playful salute to which he responds by raising an eyebrow. “and don’t forget, y/n, theres a mock exam tomorrow.” he smirks to himself before leaving.

you bury your head in your hands “..… i forgot..” wonyoungs hand flies to her mouth, her shoulders shaking gently as she covers up her laughter, obviously failing.

you shoot your head up to look at her. oh. wow. it was only then when you noticed just how pretty she was.

the way her eyes closed when she laughed, the way her lips curled into that smile of hers, the way her long, slender fingers covered her mouth.

your face turned pink ever so slightly, catching yourself thinking these thoughts.

“quit laughing..” you turn your head away from her. “lets go, they’re closing up the school..” you stand up, placing your chair back in its rightful position and picking up your duffel bag, crossing the strap over your body.

wonyoung nods, catching her breath from her laughter as she stands up and tucks her chair in, picking up her backpack from the floor and following close behind you.

the sun is setting, casting a soft, orange glow on you both. you both make your way to the gates, pointing and giggling at random things left around the school.

standing at the gates, it seems like neither of you want to leave, noticing this wonyoung finds the courage to ask you, “hey, um.. can you take me home today..?”

your eyes widen for a moment, before nodding and smiling, “sure!”, you extend your hand, pointing to the direction of your car, “this way.”, both of you walking to your car.

you pop open the trunk of your car, tossing your bag into it, before reaching your hand towards wonyoung, to which she responds my placing the handle of the backpack into your hand, and you place it gently into your car, closing the hatch.

you walk wonyoung towards the passenger side door, opening it for her and gesturing for her to get in, to which she smiles and slides in. closing the door for her, you quickly make your way to the drivers side, hopping in and shutting the door, clicking your seatbelt in place.

you turn your head to make sure wonyoung puts her seatbelt on too, and with a satisfying clicking sound, you start the engine, hearing a distinct hum, your car purrs to life.

“lead the way then.” you start driving, following wonyoungs directions as she directs you to her house, pointing and different directions. however, you find yourself getting distracted, glancing towards her every once in a while, and even finding your hand crawling towards her thigh, threatening to land upon it.

she notices your hand creeping and smiles to herself, placing her hand on top of it and grasping it gently, her thumb caressing your knuckles. your body stiffens up a little, before relaxing.

you end up driving this way for the next few minutes, until you reach her house. its a simple house, with a white picket fence and a few flower bushes surrounding the patio. you pull your hand away from her thigh, watching as she gets out of the car.

you follow suit, getting out and heading to the back of your car, opening the trunk and handing her the backpack, closing the trunk once again and head back to the drivers side door. you lean against it, watching as she makes her way to the front door, fumbling through her bag to find the keys.

she inserts her key into the lock, twisting it and pushing open the door, turning back and waving goodbye before you stop her “wait, wonyoung!”

she pauses, tilting her head, “what’s up..?” you take a quick, sharp breath, fiddling with the ends of your hair. “uhh tomorrow.. should i pick you up..?” you lock eyes with her, smiling nervously.

she nods eagerly, giving a goofy thumbs up, “sure! see you tomorrow!” she turns on her heel, stepping into her house and shutting the door.

you smile to yourself, getting into your car and resting your forehead on the steering wheel as you mutter to yourself. “im so stupid..” a pink hue forming on your face.

you head home, still smelling the lingering scent of wonyoung in your car. after making your way into your own house, you feel restless, absentmindedly throwing your football in the air.

thunk. you ended up dropping the ball right on your face, letting out a sharp hiss at the pain. you shake your head, gently nudging the ball away towards a random corner of your room, falling onto your bed face first.

you roll over onto your side, pulling the blanket over you, placing your hands over your face. “i need to sleep…”, you mumble under your breath.

eventually, you end up falling asleep, succumbing to your tiredness.

the next morning you find yourself waking up earlier than usual, figuring that it must be the nerves you shrug it off and start preparing for the day, showering and eating breakfast, ect.

you must have checked yourself in the mirror at least a hundred times that morning. a sigh falling from your lips as you keep finding flaws on yourself, to your hair being parted wrong to your clothes being wrinkled slightly.

checking the time, you decide that this is good enough, a simple outfit consisting of a pair of black, baggy jeans and black hoodie accompanied by your letterman, finished off with a pair of black bapestar shoes.

and with that, you make your way out the door, getting in your car and head towards wonyoungs house, still remembering where she directed you from yesterdays event.

as you pull up, you already see her waiting at the end of her driveway, dressed in a long white sleeved shirt, blue baggy denim jeans and white airforces.

she waves happily, opening the car door and stepping in. “hi.” she smiles widely, clicking her seatbelt on. “hey, you uh, you look good.” you sheepishly respond, a quiet giggle escaping wonyoungs lips.

“you too.” she smiles, giving you a wink watching as you puy the car in reverse, reversing out her driveway and putting the car back onto “D”, finally making your way to your school.

as you park you can see wonyoungs group of bullies making their way into school, a worried expression forming on both you and wonyoungs face. “should we just.. walk in together..?” you turn your head briefly to look at her.

wonyoung gazes at you with big eyes, a noticable shade of red on her face. “if its okay with you..” taken aback by her reaction, you can’t help but also feel a rush of warmth on your face, nodding, you slip put of the car, waiting for wonyoung to do the same.

she gets out too, hanging her backpack on her shoulders as she brazenly links her arm with yours. you chuckle, pulling her closer, walking into the school and past her little bully group, making eye contact with the pigtail haired girl who just glares at the both of you.

of course, other people notice too, however, you just can’t find it in you to care much. you have wonyoung around your arm, and that’s the only thing on your mind right now.

you feel a little shake on your arm and you look towards wonyoung, noticing that shes shivering. “its- colder than i thought it was gonna be…” she admits sheepishly.

without her needing to say another word, you take off your letterman, wrapping it around her shoulders. “wear this then.” you make a big show out of it, as if to say “wonyoung is mine”.

she nods, slipping her arms through the sleeves. “thanks, y/n..” you let out a satisfied hum, liking how she looks in your own letterman.

the first bell for class rings, and a rush of students start making their way through the halls. “um! come to my practice, okay?!” you call out to her as she also makes her way to her homeroom, her response back was a simple thumbs up, signalling that she had heard your request.

feeling giddy all throughout the morning, you totally forgot about the biology mock exam you had third period. you grumble and groan, seeing the same biology teacher that reminded you of it yesterday grin knowingly at you.

you totally flunk the exam…. leading into a slump the rest of the day. you barely manage to focus in all your other classes and only until school is over does your mood start to pick up again.

you make your way onto the school field, meeting with the rest of your team for a quick debrief before starting practice, when in your peripheral vision, you see wonyoung, still sporting your letterman, sitting on the bleachers.

you give her a quick wave and she waves back, pushing up her glasses with her middle and ring finger. you feel satisfied, knowing that shes there and not in some classroom being tormented by her bullies.

practice goes without any hiccups, and afterwards you make your way to wonyoung, still sitting on the bleachers. a sheen of sweat glistening on your face.

wonyoung gulps. you look good. too good.

you fan yourself with your hands, smiling and catching your breath. “ha.. hi.” “hi…” a silence takes over you both once more. “um. sorry i asked you to come here.. i didn’t.. want you to be alone again.”

she nods in understandment. “no worries… but i still have to go study.. come with me to the library..?” you nod, “sure. let me go freshen up though.”

with that, you turn and quickly make your way to the locker room, changing and refreshing yourself in record time as to not make her wait too long.

as you walk out, you see her waiting, her attention focused on a book. you approach her, and she closes the book. “lets go?” you reach a hand out towards her instinctively, to which she immediately grasps, interlocking fingers. “lets.”

you both start walking, wonyoung walking a little faster, more eager to go study. swinging your arms, you can’t help but let out a little comment.

“we almost look like a couple..” you chuckle softly. “i guess we do..” wonyoung giggles, looking back at you with a smile, making your heart skip a beat or two.

you follow her into the library, the both of you taking a seat by the window in a booth, wonyoung already grabbing a few books out her back, you can only sit there and watch her. “such a hardworker..” you mutter under your breath.

“well one of us has to be smart..” she covers her mouth with her hand once again, laughing quietly. you reach your hand out towards her, peeling her hand away from her face.

“you look better without your hand in your face..” she raises an eyebrow, smiling an upside down smile. “reaaaally?” you nod, smiling. “mhm.”

she rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to her textbooks. throughout your study session- which was just her studying and you looking at her, she keeps throwing you little glances and gestures, a wink here, blowing a little kiss there.

until eventually she seems to get a bit flustered. she crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair and glaring at you. you sit up quickly, giving her a confused look. “what..?”

she takes a quick look around the library, and without warning, she picks up one of her textbooks, flipping it open to a random page and holding it up, leaning in a pressing a kiss to your lips.

you sit there, stunned as she places the book back onto the table, smirking and leaning against her palm, her elbow propped up against the table.

“youre dumber than you look..”

a/n: HELLO i lowk rushed the ending bc i was getting worried that i was making it too long for what was supposed to be a little fluff … I MEAN IS IT TOO LONG?? can a fic ever be too long ?!?! … looking at it now i shouldve prob made two parts but idk.. whatever ..

[cheri-2047]

Hello! I hope im doing this right hehe,,,

Can i request for a Lyney x fempainter!reader who's also a tsundere? Reader also has a soft spot for flowers :3 tysm in advanced!!!!

i have such a big Lyney brainrot sm to the point that my parents call him my boyfriend 😭

ANYWAYS. IVE been wanting to feed The lyney x reader tag cause I love my husband. thank u for the req btw !!

sorry if I made the reader a bit like,,, too much (??) my bad if I did

“Roses for you!”

TAGS: fluff ! CHARACTERS: Lyney, Rosseland, Mentions of Charlotte,

Poof

you were painting peacefully, while Lyney was out on a mission. Lately you had been running out of inspiration, so sometimes you would get his cat Rosseland to pose for you.

“guess who~”

Someone covered your eyes, appearing out of nowhere.

“you’re back early” you smiled, before the man who appeared behind you covered your eyes tighter

“You didn’t guess”

“ugh you- I mean my wonderful and amazing boyfriend, the one and only, the greatest man in Teyvat, Lyney!” You said sarcastically, Lyney chuckled as he felt you rolling your eyes.

“oh come on now! Don’t you want to see something cool?” “look Lyney- I’m- ah rosseland no go back!” you felt the cat rub against your leg, you got tickled a bit.

lyney chuckled at the sight, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, causing you to get tickled more

“ah-lyney” you laughed “stop!!”

He chuckled before letting go of your eyes

“tada!”

and just like that, your canvas was gone. “hey where did you-“

when you looked back, you saw him holding a bouquet of rainbow roses. You blushed

“why did you…”

“you said you were running out of inspo right?”

you nod

“and you know how I’ve been in a lot of missions lately right?”

you nod

“well I.. charlotte told me in a mission that rainbow roses signify romance and passion. And well… I got reminded of you”

you blushed, averting your gaze

“they’re fresh too! I Just picked them”

he smiled, sitting on a chair behind you and hugging you from behind.

“wait..picked them?”

“mmhm, I grew them myself.”

you were shocked, you didn’t even know that he had been growing flowers for you.

“just like my love has grown for you”

AND THAT WAS IT. That was the last straw, at this point you were a flustered mess and you didn’t know how to thank him. Let alone even look at him.

“Tsk…you shouldn’t have-“

“No- no buts! I wanted to, I love you”

he smiled, holding your chin to make you face him. He laughed, “my you’re so cute like this!” “shh!!” You crossed your arms, as your lover planted a kiss on your lips.

He moved the chair next to you and with a snap, the canvas re appeared and the roses in a vase in front of it

“can I Watch?”

you nod, and he lays his head on your shoulder as you start to sketch.

“your art is so pretty… I’ll never understand how you do it so well…” he mumbled as Rosseland hops into his lap. and just nuzzles against him a lot.

“I think rosseland agrees as well” he smiles. Looking up to see you for a bit

“still speechless Mon ange?” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I love you”

A/B: aaaaand that’s a wrap. I might draw this honestly HAHAHAHAH sorry it’s kinda short, I just kinda did whatever here. Also sorry if the French terms of endearments are wrong, I just searched it up. Anyways mon Ange is my Angel :>>> I had fun writing this WAAH I love Lyney so much (this is my second lyney post of the day…) btw, good luck on your art journey !!

btw… my Masterlist issue isn’t fixed yet, if anyone can comment how to fix it that would be a great help, thank you !! (And also comments to improve are also appreciated, anything about capitalization and grammar and stuff I know, I’m writing for fun so I don’t pay much attention to that HAHHAHA)

[jackiehicks]

‘Long Distance’

Wyatt Lykensen X Reader

request: wyatt lykensen x reader and they're sitting alone together at lunch and she's just admiring his long hair and they're both flirting and giggling and all of their friends are watching from afar because they all saw it coming.

A/N: this one was so fun to write!!! it’s only a dwtty one in comparison to what i usually write but i hope you guys like it 🫶

words: >1k

content warnings: none!

y/n had been waiting for the first day of school all summer, which was rare. she wasn’t particularly academic, very few extracurriculars, her favourite subject was ‘going home’, etc. it’s safe to say that school wasn’t her favourite place in the world, but today it may as well have been.

she had been visiting family in the UK for the summer, meaning that she hadn’t seen any of her friends in weeks. thank god for mobile phones; she’s been able to talk to her friends - and boyfriend - back home.

she had been dating wyatt since they ended up going to the prawn together last year, and the long distance had been pretty tough, but she got back to seabrook last night and was finally seeing him again today. to say she was excited was an understatement.

“hey!” y/n greeted her boyfriend over the phone.

“hey sweetheart, i’m almost at your place. ready to go?” wyatt had insisted on walking to school with her, gentleman that he is.

“yep, just gotta get my shoes on. i’m so excited to see you”

“i know, baby, me too. feels like it’s been forever since i saw you last.”

“ugh, right? i’ll see you soon though, ok?”

“see you soon, sweetheart”

and with a beep, the call ended. y/n grabbed her sneakers and wedged them on her feet. she was doing up her laces when she heard a knock on the door.

“one second!” she called, tying a bow in her lace and heading downstairs.

y/n opened the door, and had to do a double take. it was wyatt for sure, but his hair… he must have grown it out over the summer. y/n was in shock.

“hey stranger!” wyatt engulfed her in a tight hug.

“your hair looks… amazing” y/n stammered without thinking. wyatt laughed, running a hand through his locks.

“you like it? i figured i’d try something new this year.”

“i love it! you look incredible, honey.” y/n felt her face get hot. he looked really good.

“thank you, sweetheart. come on,” wyatt held out a hand for y/n to take, “let’s get going, yeah?”

she nodded, taking his hand and interlocking her fingers with his.

-

lunchtime had come dragging for the students of seabrook. first day of school after summer break was always slow, but y/n could hardly feel time pass. she just couldn’t get her mind off wyatt. don’t get her wrong, she loved his hair before the summer - she thought the white streak was so cute and she liked how he styled it all spiky - but this new, long hair was something else. it framed his face perfectly, the white streak now falling down the right side of his face, curls running through his soft hair… if y/n didn’t fancy him before, she definitely did now.

y/n and wyatt sat together at their usual lunch table, deaf to the world. y/n reached over and ran a hand through wyatt’s hair.

“i really like this.”

“yeah?”

“mhm. don’t like how you hid it from me though.”

“oh, but doesn’t it make such a good surprise?” wyatt teased. y/n scrunched up her nose in mocking.

“you’re lucky it did, because i’d never forgive you for all those rejected video chats otherwise.”

“believe me, sweetheart, that was torture. you don’t think i wanted to see that pretty face of yours?”

y/n blushed, giving wyatt a light push.

“don’t be cute. i’m trying to be mad at you.” y/n reached up once again and started brushing her fingers through wyatt’s hair, gearing up to start braiding whatever chunk of it she could reach.

“yeah, you’re doing a great job at that.”

“hey, i’m mad at you - not your hair.”

“oh, sure.” wyatt leaned over and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

-

“they know that they’re in public, right?” eliza asked.

“ugh, i know. could they be any more gross?” willa replied.

they were sat a few tables over with the rest of the zombie/werewolf crew that had emerged from last year’s events, unable to take their eyes off the disgustingly loved-up couple.

“come on, guys. they’re in love!” addison interjected, cheerful as ever.

“i think they’re adorable.” bree agreed, equally as perky as her best friend. bonzo uttered something in zombie-tongue.

“you’re right, their food is gonna go cold,”eliza replied, “and seabrook cafeteria food isn’t particularly hot anyway, it’s gonna be inedible.”

“they’re too busy making goo-goo eyes at eachother, i don’t think they’re even gonna eat it.” wynter piped up, “ooh - if they don’t eat their lunch, do you think they’ll let me have it?”

“you guys don’t pick on addison and i like this, do you?” zed started, throwing a defensive arm around his girlfriend.

“nah, you guys are nowhere near this gross.” responded willa.

and with that, the end-of-lunch bell rang. the gang could see y/n pout, grabbing hold of her boyfriend’s hand and making their way over to their table.

“hey guys, what are you talking about?” y/n smiled.

“oh… nothing.” zed replied, smirking.

“can i have your lunch? you didn’t eat it.” wynter interjected.

“sure,” wyatt answered, passing a slice of pizza to his friend, “knock yourself out.”

bonzo reached over, poked the pizza, and nodded. it was cold. wynter growled. no one touches her pizza, even if it wasn’t hers to start with.

“i’m taking y/n on a froyo date after school, so we’re fine with no lunch.” wyatt snaked an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her in close and kissing the top of her head.

“see you guys in class!” y/n piped up, waving bye-bye and making her way to her next lesson, wyatt still attached to her hip.

“i, for one, think they make a perfect couple.” addison smiled, watching her friends walk out of the cafeteria. zed planted a kiss on her forehead.

“not as perfect as us though, right?”

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Things I never thought I’d google: ‘most popular kitchen countertops in the 1980s’ 😂 for those of you who don’t know, Corian isn’t a type, it’s a brand; kinda like Tupperware or Kleenex are the common names for items because they’re the most popular brand.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 48 | Part 49 | Part 50

Eddie spins a tale of princesses and knights and a dragon who really wasn’t all that bad, just lonely, and El giggles and pokes at Eddie’s shoulder whenever he says something funny until her eyes start to droop and her movements get sluggish.

Eddie’s voice turns even more soothing, then, low and soft and gentle, as he says, “The princess and the knight discuss what to do with the dragon before finally coming up with a solution. The princess bravely walks up to the dragon, strokes its snout, and asks, ‘Would you like to stay with us?’ The dragon snorts steam out of its nose and nods, and together the three of them make a family. An odd family, don’t let them fool you, but a family nonetheless, full of laughter, happiness, and above all, love.”

Eddie meets Steve’s eyes during that final line, and Steve’s breath catches in his throat at how open his expression is, how similar his resolve is to Steve’s own.

El’s been asleep for a few minutes when Steve whispers, “I’m sure this isn’t the last night you were expecting.”

Eddie shrugs a shoulder, careful not to dislodge El. “We might not always get what we want. I’d like to think we get what’s best for us, though.”

Steve thinks about it, then, and realizes he thinks the same. Without the Upside Down, he never would’ve met the kids, Robin, or Eddie. He and Nancy might not have broken up, and he might still be living to make his father proud.

“I think you’re right,” he finally whispers, smiling at Eddie.

Eddie just smiles back, carefully reaches over El, and gently squeezes Steve’s hand.

Steve squeezes back, sets their hands together on El’s sleeping form, and closes his eyes.

The next time he opens them, it’s to El’s knee pressed into his bladder and Eddie’s ankle crossed over his own.

He sighs as he crawls out of bed, doing his best to not jostle it too much, but Eddie peeks his eye open anyways. “‘S wrong?”

“Nothing,” Steve whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

Eddie narrows his eye, then lets it fall shut again. Steve shakes his head fondly and makes his way to the bathroom.

When he finishes, he checks the time and realizes it’s a decent time to start breakfast.

When he makes his way downstairs, he finds Robin and Alli chatting over coffee. He narrows his eyes at Robin. “You went home last night.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Good morning to you, too, dingus, there’s enough coffee for you and the boyfriend.”

He ruffles her hair as he passes, grinning at her squawk. “Thanks.”

“Menace,” she hisses, trying in vain to fix her hair. He pours a cup, walks over, bats her hands away, and fixes it for her.

She steals his coffee in retaliation, then screws her face up. “Ugh. Black.”

He chuckles. “You do this every time, Robs, you’d think you’d learn by now.”

She rolls her eyes and flips him off.

Alli has been watching them, amused, the entire time. “Morning, Bubba.”

“Morning, Al.”

“How’d you sleep?”

Steve hums over the rim of his mug. “Y’hear El last night?”

Alli and Robin both furrow their brows. “No,” Alli says, instantly concerned. “What happened?”

He sighs. “Just a nightmare, thankfully. Still not much fun, though.”

Allison tuts. “Poor thing.” She glances furtively at Robin. “Did you take my advice?”

Steve knows he’s scarlet. Knows Robin knows what they’re talking about because of his blush. “I, uh. Kinda didn’t have to?”

Robin narrows her eyes and leans in. “Explain.”

Steve sighs as he thinks, sticks two pieces of bread in the toaster. “Well, El was in my room, and then we waited for you to get back after dropping you off,” he starts, nodding first to his sister, then Robin. “I fell asleep leaning against him.”

“It was cute,” Allison grins, nudging Robin. “He was fully out, didn’t move at all when I shut the door or kicked my shoes off, just when I sat on the couch. And I wasn’t even trying to be quiet, coming in, because I didn’t know he was asleep.”

Robin raises her brows at Steve. “You’re never that heavy a sleeper.” Steve blushes, shrugs, won’t meet their eyes. “No, hey.” Robin leans into his space, contorting to lock gazes. “It’s good, okay? It’s good.”

Steve looks at her for a second before looking away again. “Anyways. We went upstairs and I made sure he knew he didn’t have to stay, and he told me not to try to let him out of it now that he knows what he wants.”

The girls sport twin Cheshire grins. “And what does Eddie want?” Alli asks.

“That’s what I asked,” Steve admits, leaning over the counter with a groan until his forehead touches cool Corian. “He kissed me.”

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[wintersoldiersoul]

Filming

Summary: You convince Sebastian to make a TikTok with you

A/N: This is kinda shitty but I just thought about how cute it would be if you made a TikTok with Seb and had to write about it. The relationship in this is platonic and I was picturing that Y/N is somewhere in her early 20s.

People always assumed that working on a Marvel movie meant constant action. But truly, most of your days were filled with waiting around in your trailer for hours on end. There were so many moving parts that there were some days you would be called at 4am and have to stay until 5pm only to shoot one scene. Needless to say, you had a lot of downtime. 

It was your castmates that made it all bearable. Instead of sitting alone in your trailers, you were usually all hanging out together. Today was one of those days where you had been waiting around for hours on end to film one scene with Sebastian. You were playing Bucky’s long lost grand-niece, naturally meaning that most of your scenes were with him. 

The two of you were sitting in his trailer, anxiously awaiting for a PA to knock on the door and bring you to set. “Ugh,” you groaned, throwing your head back. 

“You okay over there?” Sebastian chuckled, looking up from his cell phone. Despite being nearly 20 years apart in age, the two of you had grown very close. You were like his little sister.

“I’m losing my mind, Seb. I’ve never been this bored in my fucking life.” 

He laughed and continued to scroll through his phone. 

“What are you even doing on there, anyways? You don’t even use social media,” you sassed. You loved to tease him about his lack of social media presence, calling him old and out of touch, even though you secretly wished you could be as brave as him and stop posting on all of yours, too.

“You know there are other things to do on here,” he held up his phone. “I’m reading an article about space. It’s really interesting.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned again. “God help me.” You opened your own phone and clicked on TikTok, hoping that the For You Page would have something entertaining enough to grab your currently short attention span. After a few minutes, you threw your phone down and sighed again. You watched Sebastian from across the room, silently getting an idea. You smiled slyly, and he looked up at you.

“Oh no,” his eyes narrowed. “You have an idea.”

“Let’s make a TikTok.” You were constantly making TikToks with the other actors and your followers loved it. But you had yet to give everyone what they really wanted. Sebastian.

“Absolutely not,” he replied.

You pouted your lip and widened your eyes. “Pleeeaseeee,” you begged. He laughed at your desperation. “It will be fun I promise. Just one.”

“Stop acting like a child,” he said playfully.

“The fans want it. They’re constantly asking where you are in my videos. People are gonna start thinking that we hate each other, you know.”

He smirked. “Oh they’re constantly asking? They wanna see me in a TikTok that badly?” His tone was playful but you knew him well enough to know that he did seriously doubt it. Despite being so successful, he would always be humble and unsure of himself and just how much his fans truly did love him. 

You snapped a selfie of the two of you and posted it in your Instagram story asking if people wanted to see you and Sebastian make a TikTok. Within seconds, thousands of people were answering “yes” to the poll and your DMs were flooded with pleading messages, begging you to get him to make one. 

“See? Now they won’t leave me alone until I do it.”

He sighed. “Fine. Only for you.” Sebastian had a soft spot for you. Even though you were so much younger than him, he really did think of you as one of his best friends. You were wise beyond your years, having grown up in the spotlight. The two of you loved each other, even just platonically. He was always looking after you, obsessively googling people that you went on dates with, always making sure that you got home safe from nights out. You reminded him a lot of himself when he was your age in a lot of ways. “But no dances. I am definitely not doing a fucking Tik Tok dance.”

“Fair enough.” You scrolled through the app trying to find a good video that the two of you could make. “Oh, I know. This will be fun.” You selected the audio from Gilmore Girls. The classic Jess “Why did you drop out of Yale speech.” You filmed Sebastian as Rory, and yourself as Jess. It took him a bit to get the hang of lip-syncing the words but eventually you had a completed result.

You posted the video with the caption, “As highly requested.” Within seconds, your phone was blowing up with likes and comments of people freaking out over you actually getting Sebastian to make a Tik Tok. 

“See? I told you they wanted it.” You smirked, hitting him lightly on the arm.

He rolled his eyes. “The things I do for you, Y/N.”

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Tickletober Day 21: Costume

[sfw tickle fic!! project sekai — lee!kanade, ler!ena]

prompt by @/august-anon

had to get out my cringe writing style for this one so sorry I love kanaena... background polyniigo. also she/they mizukiiii but niigo only uses she/her bc they don't know yet (lore)

The click-click of her mouse, the whirring of her monitor, the rhythm that she had looped over and over, all faded into the background as Kanade composed. Her mind had been vacuumed into a hyperspeed tunnel, only the simmering need to finish for the people counting on her and the latent triumph at seeing a project close to fruition traveling through her nerves.

A gentle opening and closing of her door followed by much rougher stomping went unheard by her. She was only broken from her trance when warm breath whispered over her ears had her shrieking out of her seat.

“K!” berated Ena, pout audible. “I’ve been calling you for ten minutes, and you didn’t even reply to me! Honestly, when you’re like this, you can be as bothersome as those two…”

Ena’s hands lifted to play with Kanade’s hair, running her fingers through it and mumbling about how long and pretty it was "even though you've never used a single product on it!" Her chin refrained from hooking onto Kanade’s shoulder and nestling into the temping warmth.

Kanade turned to meet her profile. Brown eyes that swirled like thick syrup, blazing with ardor, met her gaze for a moment. “I’m sorry, Enanan… I didn’t hear you.” Her worn and contrite voice had Ena softening instantly. She succumbed and nuzzled into Kanade’s neck with aggression.

“Ugh, it’s fine. I didn’t mean to say you were a bother, okay?” Her cheek squished against Kanade’s, and the softness seemed to calm her down. Kanade chuckled and reached up to cradle Ena’s face in her hand.

“Did you need something, dear?” Ena’s drooping eyes fired open at the question.

“Ah, right, I was getting to that! Mizuki wanted me to show you the costumes she made us for Halloween.” Ena departed for a moment, returning with a pair of dresses. One was pink and ruffly, bedecked with bows and flowers. The other appeared more gothic, with a large collar and lots of velvet. Ena twirled them in her hands. “What do you think? Mizuki wanted us to go as Kuromi and My Melody. Then I just happened to mention that Airi and I dressed as them before, and she got all whiny and upset and insisted on tailoring the costumes herself to ‘make it special.’” Ena rolled her eyes as she recounted their antics. “Such a child, seriously. But they’re cute, so I can’t be too mad.” A tiny blush puffed up her cheeks, and Kanade laughed.

“They look wonderful. Mizuki really is so talented.” Kanade swiveled in her chair to get a better view. “I hope she had fun.”

“I’ll say! She was pretty much bouncing up and down asking for my thoughts. It sounded like so much work, but as long as she enjoys it…” Ena shook her head. “A- Anyway, I’ll admit they look great! And it’s nice that they’re unique,” she babbled on as she set the dresses down. Kanade thought she sounded quite proud of Mizuki. But she didn’t dare say.

“That’s not all!” Ena whipped around, hiding something behind her back. “Listen, I know you and Mafuyu said you didn’t want to dress up for Halloween, but…”

A pit formed in Kanade’s stomach. Surely they didn’t make—

“…Mizuki took the time to make these costumes for you guys too! This is the Keroppi one for Mafuyu — I told Mizuki this green totally clashes with her eyes, but I’m sure Mafuyu will pull it off anyway. She looks good in anything. Ugh! — and this… is yours.”

Kanade blanched at the outfit Ena held up. It was clearly Cinnamoroll-inspired, with lace trimmings adorning the bodice and icing-like swirls on the hem of the frilly skirt. It really was fine work, but the problem was…

“Th- That’s way too cute for me.”

Heat pooled in Kanade’s cheeks, surely turning her face an embarrassing splotchy red. How could she wear something so adorable!?

Ena pouted again. “But you are cute, Kanade! We’ve never seen you dressed up but we know you’d look so good. And I swear, it’ll only be for one picture. Or two. You don’t have to come out with us or anything!” Suddenly Ena’s hands gripped her waist, and Kanade choked. “You never wear anything but this. You have so much potential!”

“EHe– Ehenahaha, wahait!” Kanade curled into a ball on her chair, Ena’s bruised fingers worming between her ribs. Her bony elbows made gentle and futile attempts to push Ena’s hands away.

Ena scoffed, but the sound lifted into a laugh at the end. “Now you’re laughing at me? Jeez, K.” Her cheek landed flush against the crown of Kanade’s head as she squeezed Kanade to her guts. Ena’s nails, painted herself, found the hem of her jacket and scribbled underneath.

Squeaking, Kanade shoved her flushed cheeks into her knees. The desk blocked her escape; she had nowhere to go but further into her chair. “EnaHA! NohOHO myhaha sihihiHIdes!”

“Well, your shirt doesn’t give you any protection. Maybe if you wore the dress…” Ena giggled at the huffs and hitches in Kanade’s breath and the bashful shake of her head. She’d made herself so small, just begging to be held and squished and gobbled up. Her cheeks were so full of life and glee, Ena just wanted to kiss them pink.

Kanade tired quickly. After Ena's scrawling over her underarms and Kanade's desperate wriggling, her stitches had turned to wheezes and her begging to whispers. Ena released her and captured her child-like smile with her lips, and Kanade dissolved into a giggly puddle again as Ena attacked her with kisses.

While a happy Kanade scrubbed lip gloss from her cheeks, Ena stood back as if admiring her work. “Sorry,” she apologized with a more relaxed kiss, “got too excited.”

“You’re fine, starlet.” Kanade pecked Ena’s forehead, cheeks still flaming.

Ena sighed. “Look, if you don’t want to wear it, I won’t make you. But we really do think you’re cute, whatever you wear.” That coy demeanor…

Kanade slumped forward and took her hands. “I think… I will wear it.” Eyes like sun-warmed earth lit up. “You and Mizuki put so much thought into it.”

“Really!?” Ena squeezed their hands, bouncing on her heels. Her face suddenly flushed, and she turned away with a glower. “I mean, Mizuki will be happy, I guess.”

Kanade chuckled. She wouldn’t want to spend Halloween with anyone else.

[sylvies-chen]

top five moments of 6x02 ♡

OMG I CAN ONLY PICK FIVE?? OK LET’S GO:

lie detector (tim’s ily) — I think this moment is my favourite part of the episode by far, because first off you have the question about the bugs which was SOOOO cute and so encapsulating of chenford’s relationship that it had me giggling at my tv and twirling my hair lol. but then lucy takes the time to seek out confirmation of his love out of her own will, not because she needed to be proven right but because she wanted to hear it 🥹 and he immediately says yes! he loves her! we finally get to hear it and the lie detector shows it’s true and it’s just so gratifying for chenford fans to finally get this

cop cutie! cute and on duty! — GUYS I KNOW IT’S CORNY BUT HATERS WILL HATE, DADDY COP IS A BANGER!! this was so funny and such an earworm— and to those saying they thought it was an old episode when it opened on that scene, lemme just say SAME lol— but then to up the ante by pulling out the choir as if literally singing for and rejoicing the 100th episode was just so perfect and classic rookie: a little hokey but well executed and fun and all around heartfelt. 10/10 I need it on spotify right now.

if I ain’t got you by alicia keys (lucy’s ily) — okay I’m scared some of you chenford girlies are going to tar and feather me for not putting this at number 1 or 2 but HEAR ME OUT: I’ve expressed my problems about this temporary argument solution!! I think this whole scene is so gorgeous for so so so many reasons: lucy and tim dancing as a couple for the first time, the matching outfits, the kiss, ugh all PERFECT I love my babies 🥹❤️ that being said, I don’t like how so much of the resolution/peace between them relied on tim being completely in the wrong when I feel like it’s a more nuanced issue than that and denies lucy any opportunity to critically reflect on her own feelings about this. and also, it does seem weird to me that she wouldn’t have said ‘I love you’ back to tim when he first said it?? they smile at each other but then they’re back to looking awkwardly from afar at the wedding (prior to this scene of course) and so I’m a bit uneasy at the implication (which the writers did not necessarily add on purpose) that lucy’s ily depended on him admitting he was wrong in any way. but idk maybe I’m just being too nitpicky here, I still ADOREEE THIS SCENE FOREVER AND EVER I want it on my grave k thanks

tim down on one knee — need I say more?? this imagery of him on his knee with the ring staring up at lucy was a glimpse at chenford’s future and it was such cute teasing, god I love writers and showrunners when they add messy fun little teaser moments like this! plus tim totally kicked ass, all covered in blood and ready to pass out, and ah, I do always say the best kind of lust is bloodlust 😌

bailan wedding vows — I actually cannot believe the day has come where a bailan moment is in my top 5 episode moments but these wedding vows showed me how the writers are finally able to articulate what works about them as a couple!! with someone as impressive and as versatile and skilled as bailey, I think literally any other man would feel threatened or emasculated, but nolan really is just Some Guy™️ who’s really into her and obsessed with her and is very sturdy ground for her to come home to. I wish we dove more into her past as a survivor of abuse because I feel like that previous situation informs so much of why she loves john even though, let’s be real: she’s eons above his league holy shit it’s not even funny how out of his league she is. but also she could never be with anyone else! she really just loves him and they have such a nice soft relationship which the wedding really sold me on. I liked it a lot even though I had my qualms about her and him as individuals and together.

honourable mention to wade and luna because I love them so much y’all they are adorable!! anyways, here’s my list and lmk if you agree

[leesolbeesol]

Over The Moon

(Part 1: Chicken Scratch) (Part 2: Call On Silent) (Part 3: Easy Talking) (Part 5: No Messing Up) (Part 6: Can We Talk?) (Part 7: Goldilocks)

genre: fluff, college!au

pairing: student!mark x student!m/c ft. haechan

summary: you confer with your friends after your date

wc: ~700

note: your friends still aren't real people. i had a lot of fun writing this one, her friends remind me of mine in some instances which is fun to write. the flowers thing where he asks is also something my bf did which was cute to include

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“I think I bombed my final, guys." Yunseul announces to your group of three.

“Seriously, what even was the final question? Prof. Park did not prepare us for that at all.” Euna says. You’re lucky, your final was three weeks ago—but the English Department’s was this week, hence why this was your first real hangout in over a month. ‘Ugh, I really can’t think about this right now.” Euna draws you back to reality. You’re on a snack run, walking to the closest convenience store on the brick-paved sidewalk. 

The chiming above the door issues your entrance. “On other things…” Euna drags out her words and you feel the soft cotton of her sleeve knock into your arm as she leans into you. She looks expectant, and so does Yunseul.

You already know what they want, “Nothing crazy happened.” You giggle. God, that was so lame, you think. You giggled. You know in the back of your mind that you’re going to tell them every detail as soon as you get back to your dorm.

“Come on, you can't tell us anything?” Yunseul pouts.

“I’ll tell you as soon as we get home, okay?” You can't stop the smile from spreading on your face. You’ve learned your lesson of gossiping in public.

“But it’s Mark! Obviously, we have to know. You can say something here if it’s not too crazy.” Euna adds. She’s dating Haechan, who’s friends with Mark. Since they’re on the same dance team, Euna figures that Haechan would know something and, because it is considered her best friend, would get told.

“It’s not that big a deal! We went on one date.” You cave, you’ve been seeking an opportunity to pour your heart out to them—and there’s almost no one in the convenience store, certainly no one your age. The soles of your shoes stick to the floor of the store as you walk.

“But he brought you flowers! That’s kind of a big deal. Do you think he knew tulips are your favorite?” Yunseul asks. These are all of the same questions you are asking. Something catches your eye in the store: the flower arrangements. Something about them makes you think about your date and it makes you giddy.

“Actually…” Euna pipes up to your right, “He asked me what flowers she likes.”

“And you didn’t tell us?!” Yunseul exclaims as she grabs a lemon-lime soda from the wall of big metal fridges.

“What?!” You and her are shocked in tandem.

“He did his research, I guess?” Euna says as if it doesn’t make your heart race that he cared enough, even before knowing you. You’re impressed.

“I’m jealous,” Yunseul complains and grabs a stack of Reeses—her favorite. As you approach the register you take stock of your purchase: junk food and some strawberries. The middle-aged cashier rings you up.

—

“Okay. Now, tell us everything. No skipping details.” Yunseul is propped up on Euna’s bed, kicking her feet in her pink flowered slippers absentmindedly. Euna is on the desk chair, her hand stuck in a can of sour cream-flavored Pringles.

“He was just easy to talk to, you know? I was like, staring off into the distance and he caught me, but it wasn’t awkward at all. I still can’t believe he called me! Oh, I didn’t tell you guys this, did I?” You ramble, and they’re looking at you expectantly. “He called me during Prof. Im’s class. I faked going to the bathroom to listen to the voicemail, and that’s how he asked me out.” 

Ding, ding, ding ding ding. You’re interrupted by Euna’s phone steadily pinging. “It’s Haechan. Oh my gosh, Sora.” She puts a hand to her mouth in surprise. Her eyes slowly meet with yours and you see her smile. She puts the screen of her pink-cased phone in your face and scrolls through a series of texts, going too fast for you to read anything. “It’s Haechan! He’s telling me that Mark is over the moon about your date.” 

“Seriously?” You feel the bubble of happiness swelling in your chest.

“Yeah, he was at practice telling Haechan about it, he’s nervous to text you.” Euna’s beaming at you, urging you to say something.

“I’ll text him when he’s done with practice. When is that, by the way?” You figured Euna would know because of Haechan and Mark’s shared schedule.

“17:00.”

[pinkberrytea]

30 Questions for Your Tav!

From this post!

Your Tav as a Companion

1. What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)?

Negative

“Hm… hm…” “Hm, yes?” “Er…”

Neutral

“Oh, hello.” “Hm? Oh, I’m sorry, did you need something?” “Yes? How can I help?”

Medium

“Oh, you’re here!” “Oh! Is there anything I can do for you?” “Hey, you!”

Flirting

“Hm? Oh! Oh… h-hi!” “You’re here! I-I mean, what can I do for you?” “H-hello! Wait, does my face look weird? Ugh, please don’t stare!” “I was just thinking of you! O-oh, I’m sorry, did I say that out loud?”

Partnered

“Yes, love? Whatever it is you need of me, I’m yours.” “Oh, my love, just gazing upon you makes my chest feel so tight…” “Is such happiness really possible? Sometimes it doesn't feel real...” “Oh, darling…”

Bhaal’s Chosen

“This body is but a vessel. Words are useless.”

Broken up

“Oh, uh… hi.” “Please... please don't.”

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

Mav’s tent would probably be very humble and barebones at first, since she never really owned anything prior to her abduction. However, with time, I could see her trying to spruce it up with stuff she finds along the way, maybe decorate it with candles and flowers, books, pillows, cute stuffed animals Karlach would get her as gifts. Needless to say, it’s Mav, so the color palette would consist of mainly whites and reds!

3. What would their character quest be titled? Why?

Since she’s Durge the boring answer would be “The Dark Urge”, of course, but if I were to give it a Mav flair, maybe something like “Bloody Rose” could work?

4. What would your Tav’s romance scenes look like? How many would they have?

Oh, this is a fun one! I’m guessing Mav would have three romance scenes, one for each Act:

Act 1

Once the player raises her approval enough, a dialogue option will become available when speaking to Mav, something along the lines of “Careful there… a less charitable soul might mistake your overfamiliarity for flirting.” She would blush in response, and ask if it bothers the player that she’s been trying to get closer to them. If the player replies it doesn’t, then she’ll ask them to meet her later, and the next long rest, she’ll have an exclamation mark over her head. Upon speaking to her, the scene will trigger: she will take the player to a secluded place in the forest, where they can take a walk and talk in private. After some light banter, she’ll start by saying that from the moment she left the Nautiloid, she’s been stuck in a living nightmare, and everything terrifies her, most of all herself—this darkness within her that she still knows not the source of, and her past, a shadow looming threateningly over her. “But with you… I feel safe. Safe from myself.” The player is then prompted to choose whether to say they’re scared of her too, kiss her, or pick up a flower and tuck it behind her ear. The first option ends the scene (and the romance—bby gurl is hurt 😔); the second initiates some soft lovemaking in a field of flowers; and the third gets the player +15 approval with her after she gives them the sweetest little giggle and a peck on the cheek (the player may initiate lovemaking with her here as well by asking if she’d be okay with it).

Act 2

Since she’s Durge, Mav’s Act 2 romance scene would have to be tied to Durge’s Act 2 resist scene. It wouldn’t be that different from the original, except the player would witness the scene from the perspective of the love interest being woken up—they’d have to pass a persuasion check to get her to admit what Sceleritas has told her (if they don’t, rather than murdering them she’ll run away and spend the night by herself, and in the morning, end the romance while claiming she doesn’t want to risk anything like this happening ever again). After hearing what she has to say, they’d then tie her up and stay by her side throughout the night, whispering words of comfort in her ears. Once the Urge leaves her, she’ll be incredibly thankful and ask the player if she can hug them—if they agree, they’ll become partnered with her!

Act 3

Mav’s Act 3 romance scene varies greatly depending on whether she has resisted the Urge or become Bhaal’s Chosen—in the latter case, she won’t be herself anymore, the real Mav will be dead. However, the Urge will allow the player to use her body if they so wish; if the player accepts, this will immediately trigger a scene where they engage in rough, bloody sex with her on top of the altar at the Bhaal Temple. By the end of it, they’ll have to pass a perception check to stop her from sticking Bloodthirst inside their chest.

If she has resisted, then instead she’ll be crying quietly at camp, and the player can offer to comfort her—they’ll then take a romantic bath together under the soft moonlight, during which the player helps Mav wash away all the dried blood while making sweet love to her. The morning after, she’ll thank them for trusting her, for seeing the good in her even through all the darkness. “You cared, even when I had already given up on myself. I’m yours, body, mind and soul. For however long you’ll have me, I’ll be there. This I promise.”

5. Describe their idle animations!

Playing with her hair while idly rocking her body back and forth, tail swishing leisurely.

Sitting on a chair near her tent while sipping on some tea and reading a book (and nearly spilling the tea over the book at times).

Picking up a flower and tucking it behind her ear, only to then panic thinking someone is watching her and taking it off immediately.

Bending over to pet Scratch and the owlbear cub.

Looking at the player like she means to walk towards them, hesitating, trying again and then giving up.

6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction?

Mav would be kneeling by one of the dead bodies at the Nautiloid crash site, holding her head with both of her hands, covered in blood. As soon as the player approached her, instead of scurrying off or attacking, she’d jump into their arms crying while saying something along the lines of “Dead… dead… they’re all dead… I’m scared…” Welp, see the mousy little weirdo with the big wet doe eyes and the offputting and unstable disposition (who may or may not be a tad homicidal)? Congrats, she’s your problem now!

7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one?

Mav is Durge, so her arc would be pretty much what we already see in-game. However, unlike with her canon counterpart, the Urge is a separate entity from herself. If she does decide to embrace Bhaal, this will thus result in a complete erasure of her individuality—instead, she will become an avatar for the Lord of Murder, and Mav as the player knows her will be no more.

8. After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

This varies a little depending on whether Astarion has ascended or not—if he hasn’t, then the spawn will be gone and they’ll be traveling the world looking for a way for him to be in the sun. While they do eventually settle down and realize that their life together, however imperfect, is already happy enough as is, at the time of the party, they’re still out and about, staying awake throughout the night and then sleeping during the day. Mav is his own personal blood bag, and it becomes rare for him to feed on anyone else that not her.

If he has ascended, then they’ll also be traveling, but for entirely different reasons! Mav wants to see the world, and he is more than happy to indulge her, pampered little consort that she is. He puts his plans of taking over Baldur’s Gate on hold for her; while Mav knows that she cannot get him to give up on them completely, she does try to gently distract him from his ambitions, wanting nothing more than for him to realize that living eternally in each other’s arm is in itself a privilege unlike any other.

In both cases, she is his light in the darkness, the trembling flame keeping him from being consumed by the shadows, albeit in different ways. And in both cases, they adore each other deeply and are attached at the hip, codependent to a fault. At the party, she doesn’t talk much about herself, unless prompted; the others can tell though, that she loves him, he loves her back, and they’re each other’s home—this will never change.

Back to Basics

9. What’s the significance behind your Tav’s name?

Mav actually has two different names! Sol, the name given to her by her foster parents, means “sun” in Latin, so that’s a simple one. As for Mavka, her real name, it means “the dead” in Old Slavic. Mavkas are a type of nymph or female spirit in Ukrainian folklore, known for luring young men to their deaths, although their evil is not always intentional. I like the contrast between the two names, I think it encapsulates her duality well!

10. Does your Tav have a last name? Is there a meaning behind it?

Mav was adopted into the Provoss clan, an upper class family hailing from Baldur’s Gate, whose patriarch, Sigurd Provoss, was a fervent follower of Tyr. He’d take her in under the pretense of raising a devilish child into a devout woman, yet as time passed, his fanaticism would consume him completely, to such extent that he’d forsake all else in his fixation with dominating her, including the family business. This would inevitably result in major losses to the Provoss’ now abandoned cattle herds—by the time of their untimely demise, the clan had been facing near destitution.

11. What is your Tav’s go-to comfort food?

Mav loves sweets foods, especially berries and milk tea!

12. Does your Tav have any tattoos or scars? Why?

Despite Mav’s torture at the hands of Kressa, the tadpole would prevent her from becoming scarred then; her only scar thus dates back to when she was still a child, resulting from the first in a series of events that would culminate in her awakening as Bhaal’s Chosen. Specifically, the base of her left horn has a nasty scar on the spot where it meets her skin, though it’s usually concealed under her hair. It was made by her own foster sister, who’d ambush her one day in an alleyway alongside a group of friends, brandishing a rock: “We’re family, right? Yet we don’t look alike at all. I mean, look at you—you’re a foul-blood! As your sister, I’d be doing you a kindness by ripping off those hideous things on your head.” They’d then hold her down and start hitting her with the rock, cutting a gash across her forehead—at that moment, Mav would finally give herself to the Urge, losing consciousness momentarily only to wake up with blood on her hands and the ground beneath her painted red with the innards of her attackers, who’d all been brutally murdered.

13. What is your Tav’s main color palette? Why do they choose those colors?

Mav is a whites and reds girlie through and through—she probably gravitates towards reds in particular due to her Bhaalist origins.

14. Where are they from? What was home like?

Mav is from Baldur's Gate, born and raised!

15. Is your Tav more likely to fight/flight/freeze/fawn?

Freeze, at first. Depending on the situation, also fawn.

16. What do they do for fun, when not adventuring? What are their hobbies?

Mav loves reading, mostly poetry and sugary sweet romance novels. The cheesier, the better!

17. Do they have any enemies outside of the main plot? Any friends?

Outside of the main plot, not really. None alive, anyway.

18. Where/with whom do they feel safest?

With Astarion—he is her safe haven, her anchor, her shield.

19. What is their MBTI Type?

ISFJ-T (Defender)

Deep Dives

20. What is their relationship to touch? Do they shy away from it? Do they need it to feel present?

Mav is very cuddly (and touch starved). Bear hugs, head pats, nose rubs, forehead kisses, she loves it all, though she doesn’t typically initiate pda—girlie is a bit shy!

21. Describe a defining moment from their past, which makes them who they are today!

The demise of her foster family by her own hand—or rather, by the Urge, as she was but a passenger inside her own body then, forced to helplessly watch them die one by one, crying out her name while begging for mercy.

22. How is your Tav’s relationship with their family? Their parents?

Mav’s foster family was terribly abusive towards her, her father most of all. He was obsessed with her, to the point of insanity, and this would in turn earn her the resentment of her foster mother and sisters—who truth be told, he’d treat horribly as well, yet when at one point Mav tried to bond with her mother over his victimization of them by telling her about his nightly visits to her room, instead of compassion and understanding, she was met with a slap across the cheek: “Don’t you dare speak of this, not now, not ever. Ungrateful child.” Her real family was of course not much better; Bhaal, her true Father, saw her as a means to an end, a sacrificial lamb, made to be consumed and then cast aside as soon as she was no longer of use to him.

23. How does your Tav act in situations of stress? In moments of peace?

In moments of peace, Mav’s presence is comforting to those around her; in situations of stress, she tends to either freeze or look to others for help.

24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw?

Mav is painfully self-aware and knows full well that most of the time, she comes across as too clingy and gullible. Her thirst for connection also makes her rather prone to selfishness and hypocrisy; she’s willing to forsake her morals entirely for those she loves. In that same vein, she hates that she cannot just let herself be kind without associating any so-called selfless acts with her overwhelming need for acceptance.

25. What is something they would die on a hill over?

Her love and devotion to Astarion. Especially as his consort, she will not allow others to imply she is not by his side of her own volition: “Please don’t patronize me. You think I don’t know what I’m doing? That I’m some damsel in distress? I know you mean well, but please don’t pretend that you understand this. That you understand us. You don’t. No one does.”

26. Give us one of your Tav’s secrets!

Mav actually can’t hold her liquor at all, so she usually abstains because she’s terrified of making a fool of herself. She will cry, puke, ask everyone if they love her, beg for their forgiveness, lean on them and fall asleep, drool all over their clothes. Her cheeks also become super flushed—Astarion thinks it’s adorable, and a bit hilarious.

27. What is the worst thing they’ve ever done/said to someone they love?

Nothing. When confronted by Karlach about choosing Astarion over her, Mav would say nothing. She was lying in her tent then—instead of apologizing, giving an excuse, saying anything at all, she’d hide under her blankets and start sobbing quietly, like the heartless coward she is. Karlach would forgive her eventually, though Mav still doesn’t believe herself worthy of such grace; of such love.

28. Describe a smell that reminds your Tav of childhood.

The metallic stench of stale blood.

29. What fears keep them up at night?

Herself; the Urge.

30. What does your Tav want more than anything?

To be loved. Deeply. Unconditionally. Forever. For good.