#say something flirty to him and he just clams up

[sohnric]

BIGGER BOYS AND STOLEN SWEETHEARTS — K. SUNWOO

pairing: kim sunwoo x fem! reader

genre: fluff. platonic but also not really 👀 jealous sunwoo that is also very delusionally in love with the reader. sunwoo plays the electric guitar but also he's kind of shit so yn has to help him

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, jealousy, the reader is basically half naked and sunwoo ogles a bit

a/n: this fic is my way of battling writer's block. uni is kicking my ass but also i thought of this in the train omw home so i guess its also good for something. this is very much inspired by sunwoo wanting to learn how to play electric guitar, me remembering i own one, and also miri @/satoruly associating bigger boys and stolen sweethearts with me and making me forever insane because of it. also reblog and comment pls its so quiet here its depressing.

once again thank u so much @csenke for beta reading this fiesty baby and thank u @from-izzy for helping me with the flirty bits i owe you my life.

“You have to leave by 5, because I’m hanging out with Mark later,” you call for him as you enter the room, eyes catching a glimpse of Sunwoo sitting on your bed, an electric guitar in his hand. The boy furrows his brows at your words, a bitter taste on his tongue making him roll his eyes as he focuses his attention on the instrument in his lap, fingers aimlessly playing with the strings.

“Okay, alright,” he hisses, clicking his tongue. If you notice anything odd about his behavior, you don’t mention it to him– and if he was self-aware enough to recognise the acid aftertaste your words leave in his mouth for what it really was, he’d be even glad for your sudden blindness to his infatuation with you.

“We’re going to the new bistro that opened downtown,” you hum, as if to only fuel the boy’s frustration further. If all you wanted to do was talk about the guy, why did you invite Sunwoo over in the first place? This was starting to feel like a trap.

“I told you about that place,” he huffs.

“Thank you for the recommendation,” you smile at him ironically, and when your eyes finally meet, Sunwoo recognises the playful glint in your eye– you’re 100% aware of the tension in the air, enjoying the way you have the boy completely under your spell, ready to be torn into pieces. It’s that look you have on your face every time a guy hits on you– the one that mirrors victory, the slightest kick it gives your self-esteem making you grin to yourself as you twirl your hair on your finger and satisfy the man with the slightest touch on his arm. You play into it– you always do– but you never quite let anyone sweep you off your feet completely.

“I thought we would check it out together,” Sunwoo says, fingers plucking at the E string of the guitar, making a dull sound resonate through your room as the background to your conversation.

“We can do that later,” you say, shrugging, “I’ll give you all the recommendations.”

“Traitor,” Sunwoo hisses, glaring at you with a tinge of hurt behind his orbs.

“Don’t be so butthurt.”

“Don’t be so merciless, then,” the boy counters, averting his gaze from yours. “Is he picking you up? I bet he doesn’t even have a car.”

“That’s an unusual way to express jealousy, considering you don’t even have a car, Sunwoo,” you grimace, chuckling at the emotional outburst of your friend. “Besides, his dad owns a car bazaar. I think the possibilities of him not owning a car are quite close to zero.”

Sunwoo stays quiet at that, the call-out making red splotches appear on his cheeks from shame. His eyes quickly move to the guitar again, hypnotizing it with his gaze, fingers clamming at the strings. 

Do you like torturing him? Is this what it’s all about? Just a few days ago, he thought he had it all– sneaking his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as he was dropping you off, receiving a ruffle to his hair after you pulled away from his hug, sending a flying kiss to him as you disappeared behind the front door. Today, all you’re talking about is Mark, Mark’s car, Mark’s family, Mark’s school, Mark’s fucking hairstyle, and all Sunwoo can do is either rip out all of his hair, or fantasize about ripping out Mark Lee’s instead– strand by strand, slowly, mercilessly.

“Whatever,” he comments, shaking his head at you. After many months of being friends with you, he should be immune to your charms. The more time he spends with you, though, the more unarmed he seems to be to your enchanting magnetism. You’re not nice to his heart, but up until this moment, he kinda liked the tug of war over yours.

The moment drags itself along before he hears you sigh from somewhere in front of him, frustration so evident in the sound. Sunwoo doesn’t really know what you have to be so infuriated about, since as far as he’s aware, he’s the one left cold and unwanted in the comfort of your room that smells deadly of your perfume (that’s so hard to shake off sometimes, yet he can’t find it in him to hate the sweet scent), but as he looks up to meet your eye, he chokes on his own spit at the image that meets his eye.

“You still don’t know how to play that riff, do you?” you click your tongue, shaking your head. It’s not the action that leaves Sunwoo feeling warmer than before, sweat almost comically appearing on his forehead– the image of you in only last remains of your school uniform does, though, as his eyes unashamedly scan the lengths of your now uncovered legs up your thighs to the curve of your bum, visible as you stare at him sideways, soft skin only slightly covered by the tinge oversized white button-down, red lace peeking out, piercing his gaze.

The boy silently shakes his head, licking his lips in a scattered manner. “Nope,” he admits, letting the last syllable pop in the now silent room, blood rushing to his ears as you stride forward and reach his position in your bedsheets.

“It’s really easy,” you huff, “you just– wait, let me show you,” you start, almost making the boy offer your own guitar back to you, before he watches you climb into the bed behind him, making his breathing hitch in his throat.

This is not at all what he expected you to do, he recognises when he feels your breathing on his neck as you lean over him, thighs straddling his back and pressing into his sides when you kneel on the mattress behind his back in order to have the best vision of the guitar. Sunwoo’s hands slip off the instrument when he finds your head next to his, your arms sneaking around his figure to press the chords down with your digits instead, strumming the strings and caging the boy into your scent and the flush of your muscles, forcing him to watch the little tutorial from first point of view. Your fingers move skillfully against the strings, having played that exact riff many times before (which is also why Sunwoo decided to pick it up, for it reminded him of the afternoons spent in the comfort of your room, laying on the rug in the middle of the floor as you played him your favorite songs), and he can’t help but feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up when your breath meets the side of his face.

“Clearer now?”

“Mhm,” he gulps, nodding. He’s too afraid to turn his head, too scared to see your face so from up close and not instinctively trail his gaze to your lips (of which curves have been sculpted in the heaven, he thinks), and so he only results to taking ahold of the guitar again, battling the reality of having your naked legs pressing into him from behind, fighting the image of your underwear out of his head to the best of his abilities.

He tries to mimic the position of your fingers on the guitar, but the fact that he remembered it wrong (or just was too distracted by his surroundings to really take the information in) is set out to him when you quickly take ahold of his hand, left palm glazing his to move his ring finger to the right position. “Here,” you hum, “that’s the problem. You keep pressing it on the 3rd fret instead of the 4th and that’s why it sounded so weird,” you laugh, the vibration of it against his back making Sunwoo feel like he’s being pumped with pure electricity, fireflies filling his stomach.

“I think it’s too fast for me to keep up with,” he complains, managing to drag a coherent sentence out of his mouth.

“I’ll pluck the strings for you,” you offer, voice saccharine right in his ear, “just try to get the chord patterns down.”

The boy nods, forcing the snapshots of the chord placements to the front of his brain, both begging to get it right so you end your little intimate tutoring session and also hoping he messes up again just to have you scold him and forcefully dragging his fingers to the correct strings– having Sunwoo pathetically yearning for the slightest of your touches. The heartbeat ringing in his own ears serves him as a metronome, and as he chews on the inside of his cheek when he starts, his head spins with the intoxication of your scent, making it hard for him to focus on the tune. 

“You got it wrong again,” you hiss into his ear, making goosebumps appear all over his skin. Oh, how mean you are– completely aware of the effect you have on the boy. He’s starting to think you love the idea of torturing him. It must be fun to have someone so under your spell, so drunk on your bare existence. 

“I’ll practice more until our next tutoring,” he gulps, laughing airly as you let go of him and move away, letting the poor boy finally breathe.

“You better,” you snicker, standing up and walking back over to your opened closet, bending over to pick up your discarded skirt off the ground and offering the boy a clear view of your bum from where he’s sitting on your bed. Now, there’s no denying you like to tease him. And Sunwoo is aware he might get burned, but like a little boy, he kind of enjoys playing with fire. “Or I’ll start to think you are enjoying my lessons a little too much.”

“Only the ones where you get all angry with me,” he notes, placing the guitar next to him on the bed, his palms now too sweaty to continue playing. “You’re kind of hot when you scream at me.”

Throwing a playful look over your shoulder at the boy, making the first two buttons of your blouse undone, a chuckle leaves your throat. “You’re not the first one to tell me that, sweetheart,” you note. “Now leave my room, you pervert. It’s almost 5 and I have to change.”

Defeated, but still obedient, Sunwoo stands up from your bed and takes slow steps towards the door, dreading his departure. The idea of Mark Lee getting to enjoy this side of you makes Sunwoo particularly green, but the feelings quickly fade when he remembers the moments from a few seconds ago, when he thinks back to the softness of your skin. Before he has the chance to leave, though, a tug on his tie yanks him towards you– the school uniform still covering his body from when he walked home with you two hours ago, carrying both of your bags,  proving as an effective attire for your afternoon hangouts.

Pulling him down so your faces are on the same level, the tips of your noses almost touching, has Sunwoo’s shocked eyes grow comically wide and his cheeks burn a crimson red. He feels your breathing fan his lips from the proximity, heart once again running a marathon in his chest when your voice purrs out in a feline-like manner, riling him up. “Always tugging on those strings, but I'll have you know, Sunwoo, you tug on mine all the time,” you grin, gaze only momentarily slipping towards his chapped lips.

Oh, you’re not nice. You’re pretty fucking far from nice– from how you’re playing with his heart, leading him on. 

Or are you not…? He guesses he’ll have to find out. 

You're a far better guitar player than Sunwoo is, but if you ever wanted a new instrument to perfect, he is more than willing to offer you his body to practice on. 

#deoboyznet #sunwoo #the boyz #sunwoo fluff #sunwoo x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenario #the boyz imagine #sunwoo scenario #sunwoo imagine

[remyatemycheese]

Obey me brothers when they figure out you have a praise kink

(May be a little off since i deleted the game a year ago)

Lucifer

Found out when he noticed that you would always blush when he said things like "Good job, mc, you did good" Something like that.

Figuring this out fuels his pride more.

He decided he would praise more, so he can see your reaction to his praises.

Mammon

Took him quite a long time tbh but he figured it out when you would stutter and awkwardly stand there mumbling to yourself.

He gets flustered finding this out, but clams down after a minute.

He awkwardly praises you here and there, most of the times you can't hear his praise, so when you ask if he can speak up he starts blushing before running out the room saying "This never happened!!" or "I didn't say anything!!"

Leviathan

like mammon it would take him some time to figure out, but whenever you won a game or helped him out on defeating a boss he would say "That was great, mc!!" or "You have no idea how long i've been trying trying to defeat him!"

When he praises you he realizes what he has said, he would become a blushing mess and start mumbling out little 'sorry's'.

After some time he will start getting more comfortable with praising you, sure he'll still be a blushing mess when saying praises but will try to say praises a little more often just to see your reaction, it makes him feel happy inside.

Satan

He found out pretty quickly tbh he loves the sight of you getting all hot and bothered as he praises you left and right.

He'll praise you in private like in his room or some other place where there's no one else there. But he also doesn't mind to praise you in public, like in front of lucifer, he'll seek joy in finding lucifer jealous.

The other brothers will start to notice how you'll be going into satans room more often. Cue mammon getting jealous and Asmo throwing a huge fit.

Asmodeus

Found out the quickist, no doubt, He'll smirk before saying "Didn't know mc had a praising kink~" cue you being in shock and start to blush as you try to deny it.

"You can try to deny it, but deep down inside you know you love being praised" he says this with a flirty tone before teasing you non-stop about you having a praising kink.

He's the one that'll tease you non-stop even in front of brothers, not caring if mammon starts to yell at him.

Beelzebub

Noticed how you would blush whenever how he would tell you of how much of a great job you did when making his favorite food but he brushed it off.

A week later he's questioning you about how you act whenever he praises you, and all you can do is stay silent. He asks you again but still no reply, "Uhh..did you hear me?" he repeats, but still no reply.

After some time you answer him by saying "I..have a praise...k-kink"... "Oh"

Belphagor

I feel like he wouldn't really praise you, sure he would praise you but you only get a sprinkle of it.

It would take him the longest to finally figure out you have a praise kink, and he figures out by asmo. He heard asmo teasing you and mixing in some praises in there too, until something that asmo said caught his attention.. "you're face is so red mc! seeing as you have a praise kink doesn't surprise me~"

Hearing this made his eyes shot wide open, he never knew about about this! well, get prepared to hear him whisper some praises in your ear next time you guys take a nap together!

(Again sorry if i got their characters wrong or something)

(P.S i'll do another one with the other characters except for luke if i have time for it)

#obey me #obey me brothers #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #asmodeus x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphagor x reader

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

It's Magic ✨🍁

Slightly Spooky, cute lil story about Eddie and the new witch in town ✨🍁🎃

Warnings: Eddie Munson x witch reader, soulmate bond. Cute and fluffy.

🖤🍁

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

There was something weird happening in Hawkins and it wasn't the usual Upside Down related weird that usually happened.

Eddie could just sense it, some spooky shit was going down and he was here for it.

He had watched enough horror movies in his life to prepare for whatever potential shit was going to happen.

It occurred to him he was maybe being a tad dramatic, there was a definite change in the air but it didn't feel like anything to worry about.

Eddie never thought he would say this after helping Dustin, his friends and the super powered kid El defeat Vecna and close the Upside Down for good, but he was bored.

Hawkins was back to its pre Upside Down level of dull and while he was grateful he was still alive and kicking and the end of the world hadn't happened, he wanted a teeny bit of excitement.

Which is why he was convincing himself that the things happening were something to be investigated.

Mostly the spooky shit had been happening to him. Weird dreams, a sense that he was waiting for something or someone.

There was also the cute but pesky little black cat that had took up residence in his room.

It was kinda nice to have something happen even if it was vivid dreams and cute felines.

Which is why he was at your place, you were the new girl in town and everyone from Steve to Dustin to Gareth was intrigued by you.

There was something about you... Something that Eddie couldn't place, something different but he was sure you were why he was feeling like everything was different.

Not that he had officially met you yet but for some reason you were in his dreams a lot. They were weird and wonderful but still unexpected.

Eddie didn't know why he was dreaming of you, shit you were pratically a stranger to him but you appeared in his dreams and there was this sense that deep down he had known you all his life.

It was witchcraft or something. That much he knew. Something was afoot and Eddie wanted to find out what.

He had tried telling Dustin his thoughts about you but the little shrimp thought you hung the moon so it was no use.

Eddie didn't know what he expected to find when he arrived at your house, except for the fact it was decorated to the nines for Halloween, there was nothing strange about it.

In fact, Eddie admired how realistic some of the decorations looked and got distracted by the cats that were hanging around in your back yard.

He was just about to leave when he noticed sparkles of light in the air, at first he assumed they were fireflies but as he got closer he realised they were something else, balls of light shaped like orbs.

If he didn't know any better he would say there was something magical about the glowing sparkling orbs.

He was about to dismiss the fact that magic wasn't real but after all the shit he had seen it was enough for him not to rule out the thought entirely, enough for him to follow the lights that seemed to be beckoning him.

A small part of his mind wondered if this was the part in the horror films where he should run but he had a feeling that he wasn't in any danger.

That's when he saw you. The glowing lights circled around you and then disappeared with a flick of your hand.

What the fuck?

He stared at the spot where they had vanished and then at you.

Fuck, no wonder Steve was smitten. You were beautiful. He gawks at you for a second before feeling like an idiot.

"Uh hey" he attempts to appear cool and composed, determined not to turn into an awkward babbling idiot but you were just so pretty.

Eddie wasn't a smooth lothario by any means but he could be confident, flirty, strut around and make pretty girls laugh when he wanted to.

However, you had made him clam up, shyness wasn't really something he struggled with. Until he saw you.

"Eddie Munson, you should try being more sneaky if you're going to attempt to spy on a lady" You tease and he gulps.

"I wasn't... Shit, I was just... Uh I got curious about you and just wanted to figure you out. There's something about you sweetheart"

A soft smile touches your lips and you approach him. He feels a little nervous, enchanted by your sweet smile and kind eyes.

"Something spooky yet intriguing? Dustin let slip" far from being offended you look amused but Eddie curses.

"Little butthead" You giggle and it takes a second for him to notice that the lights are back again, swirling around you and him.

"Uh, cool tricks" he grins and you grin at him as the whole backyard begins to glow even brighter, like fairylights all aglow.

"Oh, it's no trick handsome" You click your fingers and the lights disappear once more.

Eddie blinks rapidly, he can't ignore what's in front of him again.

"You're a witch"

"A badass one at that" the smile slips from your face and for a second you look sad.

"Do you mind keeping this a secret? Small town and all, anyone figures out that I'm a witch then either I'm suddenly their best friend or their enemy. Depends what use I am to them"

Eddie's heart aches for you and he nods. He won't tell a soul.

"I just want to be at peace here with my family, my coven. Make a home" he touched your hand, stunned at the sparks he feels when his hand touches yours.

The softness of your skin, those pretty eyes are enough for him to fall even more under your spell. Figuratively of course.

"I won't tell anyone sweetheart, I just don't understand why you told me" you peer at him your expression shy.

"You're in my dreams Eddie Munson and I bet I'm in yours too. I feel like I've known you all my life. I can trust you" his heart skips a beat as you kiss his cheek.

"Can I see you again?" he blurts out and that sweet smile is back on your lips.

"Absolutely, but you're not done seeing me now Mr Munson" you take his hand and he follows you, his heart stolen by you already.

There's a little chirp of a meow and the black cat that's been hanging around his trailer slinks between his legs and yours purring happily.

"Hey, that's the cat that's been following me around " he blushes as you grin.

"Do you like him? I know he's been hanging around you. He's my familiar and was curious about you. His name is Ozzy"

"Ozzy like Ozzy Osborne?" you nod and Eddie is pretty sure he's in love with you already.

His little witch.

♥

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x witch!reader

[holllandtrash]

treat you better | lando norris, pierre gasly

pairing: lando norris x reader, pierre gasly x reader part 2 to better left unsaid - read all parts here

weeks go by and even though you haven't heard from lando, another driver has managed to slide his way into your life...and you're not that upset about it

word count: 5.4k warnings/tags: like none except asshole!lando again, this part has some social media!au aspects

Three Weeks Later

Pierre had joked about you visiting him during the break, but you didn’t think anything of it until you received an email regarding your upcoming flight and a second email a minute later containing your boarding pass to Monaco.

You weren’t even sure how Pierre managed to book a flight under your name, but you weren’t going to question it. 

His name showed up on your phone shortly after you read the email and you answered the call before the end of the first ring.

“You want me to come to Monaco?” You asked, the hesitancy in your voice was impossible to ignore. For the last three weeks you had stayed in London, picking up extra shifts whenever you could, seeing friends during the weekends, really anything to stay distracted and to keep yourself from texting Lando.

“Of course,” Pierre’s lack of hesitancy made your palms clam up. He didn’t have a care in the world, he didn’t think about the consequences of any of his actions. He just acted however he wanted. It was admirable, but it wasn’t something you could do. 

“Pierre I can’t just-”

“Why?” He cut you off. “You said it yourself, you had booked time off for a trip anyway before Lando returned your ticket. I don’t see why your vacation has to be ruined because he’s acting like a child.”

When you woke up in your hotel room after your fight with Lando, the first thing you did was check your phone. There were no missed calls or texts from your best friend, nothing that would indicate he was sorry or he regretted anything he said. But you didn’t reach out to him either. 

Not wanting to start the day off with this argument hanging over you, you stepped out into the hall with the intention of knocking on Lando’s door. You barely made it a few feet before you heard your name being called out. When you turned around, you saw Pierre walking towards you, balancing a to-go cup of coffee, a room key and water bottle in one hand. 

He was a complete gentleman all night, starting from when you got in the Uber after leaving the club. He didn’t say anything when you rested your head on his shoulder and he didn’t try to stop you from using the sleeve of his, probably horribly expensive, blazer to wipe your eyes. 

Pierre walked you up to your room, he even offered to stay to keep you company but you assured him you’d be fine. Before you could shut the door and lock yourself in for the rest of the night, Pierre placed his hand on the wooden surface and pushed it open again.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” his voice echoed through you. You wished that Pierre was only saying what he thought you wanted to hear, but something about his words seemed so honest and heavy. He didn’t want you to brush them off and forget about them as soon as you shut the door.

You shrugged, “He’s my best friend.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to make excuses for him.”

Those words flashed through your mind all night, leaving you tossing and turning, but they didn’t sink in as much as you would have hoped because Lando was still the first person you thought of when you woke up.

Had it not been for Pierre stopping you in the hallway, you would have knocked on Lando’s door. Instead, you went out for breakfast with the French driver and an unlikely friendship started. 

What started as Pierre trying to show you that there’s more to life than just being Lando’s best friend turned into something much more. Pierre kept your mind off of Lando all day just by being there for you. He was uncharacteristically friendly, not flirty, and all he wanted was to just hang out. 

The attraction you had felt the night before hadn’t completely vanished, but now you were simply just attracted to who he was as opposed to that sexual tension pulling you to him. His jokes made your cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. His stories were captivating. Now that you were out of the club setting, you were able to see how good of a guy Pierre was. 

He put effort into building this friendship when you returned home. The two of you texted and called. You sent him ‘good luck’ messages before the start of a busy race weekend and respected the privacy he needed to get in the racing headspace. You found yourself more drawn to what he was doing on the track instead of watching Lando’s car. You weren’t rooting for just the McLaren anymore.

When Pierre sent you the flight information, you shouldn’t have been surprised. You had mentioned your original plan was to visit Lando in Monaco during the summer break but he cancelled your ticket before you could reach out to him. Lando was cutting ties.

You had to admit, it fucking hurt.

Pierre telling you to visit him in Monaco should have excited you, but there was still that gaping hole in your chest where Lando’s friendship used to be. He didn’t want anything to do with you. He didn’t try to contact you once in the last three weeks. Max reached out, nothing was strained between you and him, but you could tell he was pulling away little by little. 

Pierre spoke your name into the receiver and you were pulled out of your thoughts.

“I can’t go to Monaco, Pierre,” you said again. “What will Lando think?”

You heard him scoff, “This isn’t about Lando. This is about you enjoying yourself and not letting him get to you. If he cared, he would have reached out.”

“But I haven’t reached out either,” you pointed out. That didn’t mean you stopped caring about Lando. 

“Ah, but your heart is too big for this world, ma chérie.” You could practically hear Pierre’s smirk. He hadn’t stopped calling you ‘chérie’. “Come to Monaco. You deserve a vacation.”

———————

The odds of running into Lando in Monaco were slim. He had a house there, you had stayed there dozens of times, but he was probably flying back home to visit his family during the break, so you didn’t think about it too much.

Pierre rented a place out for a month because he didn’t live in Monaco either. He just knew he’d be back and forth between there and Milan during the summer and it was easier to just have a permanent place to return to for the time being.

He couldn’t pick you up from the airport, having other obligations he couldn’t turn down, but when the car brought you to his place, you were barely a foot in the door when you had a jumper thrown at you. It was grey with writing down the sleeves and across the back.

“New clothing drop, what do you think?” Pierre asked, dropping a pair of sweats. He approached you before you had time to answer and you were engulfed in his arms.

The first time you smelled his cologne was in the back of the Uber when you left the club, but you had weirdly come to find yourself missing it. 

Before letting go, Pierre tightened his hold to squeeze you against his chest. He ruffled your hair, “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Listen, usually I spend all my time with Max or Lando when I come to Monaco so you’re already off to a bad start by not even picking me up from the airport.” You weren’t actually that upset. He had sent a car and even had the driver hold a sign with your name on it. That was a first. 

Pierre grabbed the jumper back and held up so you could take a look at the full design, “I was expecting this shipment, no one else was here and I wasn’t just going to leave it unattended! I gave my assistant the summer off.”

“How thoughtful,” a soft chuckle passed through your lips and you took the second to admire the design, nodding in approval. You then looked at the two cardboard boxes that he had abandoned to greet you. “Don’t tell me you only have two boxes of merch?”

Pierre rolled the sweater up and tossed it into your chest, “This is for my collection or to give to friends and family.” He nodded his head towards the one in your hands. “Keep it.”

Your mouth dropped in fake astonishment. “I get Pierre Gasly merch? For free? My friends will be so jealous.”

The second that last word hit Pierre’s ears, you could practically see the gears turning in his head. His charming smile turned devious as he pulled out his phone.

“I have an idea,” he started off. You weren’t a fan of that phrase, but you couldn’t miss the playful glint in his eye. Whatever he was thinking of, it had to be harmless, right? 

“Am I going to like this idea?”

“Depends on how much you care about fixing yours and Lando’s friendship.”

You weren’t putting the pieces together quick enough and Pierre simply chuckled, tugging on the sleeve of the jumper still in your arms. 

“Put it on, chérie,” he finally spelled it out for you and laughed, thinking that this was probably one of his best ideas in a long time. “And I’ll post a picture of you in it. That will get his blood boiling.” 

Your heart stopped for a second. You couldn’t do that to Lando. 

“He’ll get the wrong idea.”

“What idea will he get?” Pierre shrugged. “That we’re together? Maybe he’ll finally get it through his head that he fucked up.”

“It’s unnecessarily petty.”

“He needs the wake up call.”

Pierre expected you to argue some more, but was pleasantly surprised when you pulled the hem of the hoodie over your head. There was a mirror behind you and you made sure you didn’t look completely drained after your flight. You wiped away the mascara smudges under your eyes.

“You look good,” Pierre pulled your attention away from trying to fix yourself up and you caught his gaze in the reflection. He nodded his head towards the back of the house, “Come on, the sun’s about to set. It’ll make for a nice backdrop.”

You didn’t flinch when Pierre grabbed your hand, leading you towards the double doors, pushing them both open and leading you out towards a patio that was decorated nicer than your flat back home. 

You laughed when Pierre positioned you to make sure to get the ocean and sunset in the back. He adjusted the strings of the jumper so that they were the same length, this was a promo shoot after all. He then raised his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face that didn't reach your ponytail. The wind was starting to pick up anyway so it wouldn’t have made a difference.

Pierre opened up the camera app on his phone and took a few steps. Modelling wasn’t something you often did, only helping Lando out here and there whenever Quadrant had a new clothing collection. Pierre could see the hesitancy in your features and rolled his eyes at how stiff you were being.

“Chérie, you look good, just smile,” Pierre instructed, himself smiling as he snapped a few more shots. 

Still you were shy so instead of facing the camera, you turned around so your back was towards Pierre. You looked at the sunset over the water and hoped that the design on the back was photo-worthy.

After a few seconds, Pierre lowered his phone and started to scroll the photos he captured. 

“Is Lando the jealous type?” He asked. He didn’t look up, but when you turned back around you could make out a soft smile playing on his lips when he took a few extra seconds to look at one of the pictures.

“I’m not sure,” It was an honest answer. Lando rarely talked to you about that sort of thing. If there was ever a girl he liked, he’d bring it up to Max. Which was probably for the best seeing as it would have killed you to hear Lando talk about another girl.

Pierre opened up the Instagram app, “I guess we’re about to find out.” 

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Of course Lando saw the picture.

Well, Max saw it first, about an hour after Pierre made the post. Neither of them had been on their phones that evening, working on content for Quadrant instead, only taking a break when Lando ordered food. 

At first, Max thought it was your Instagram post he was looking at, but then he read the caption and then he read it about three more times before turning to Lando.

“Y/n’s in Monaco?” He asked, sliding his phone across the counter. 

At first, Lando was confused. His brows pinched together as he tried to make sense of the picture on the screen. And then he was annoyed that you were there with Pierre of all people, especially after he had cancelled your ticket so you especially wouldn’t go to Monaco. Finally, his features hardened. He tried not to let the caption get to him, or the fact that you were wearing Gasly’s merch, or how Pierre was probably the one who bought you that plane ticket which meant you were there specifically for the French driver.

But Lando was furious.

“Call her,” Lando slid the phone back, adjusting the hat on his head. He refused to meet Max’s stare, nor did he offer any explanation as to why Max should be calling her.

“What for?”

“Find out what the hell she’s doing in Monaco.”

“Well she’s clearly hanging out with Gasly.”

“Yeah but why?”

Max wanted to slap his best friend upside the head but settled on hitting his palms against the kitchen counter, “Because you basically sent her running straight into his arms you dimwit.”

Lando scoffed, “Did not- just call her.” 

Max really didn’t want to get involved. He hated being in the middle of his two friends, but he knew Lando wasn’t going to let this go so he dialled your number. Lando reached across the island before he could bring it up to his ear and grabbed the phone, hitting the speaker button instead and assuring Max he’d stay quiet.

“Oh so now you’re eavesdropping?” Max hissed at the driver. “If you want to talk to her so bad then-”

“Hello?” Your voice rang through the receiver, hitting Lando like a pile of bricks. He hadn’t spoken to you in three weeks. He didn’t forget what you sounded like, he could never, but he missed it. You were such a constant in his life and then suddenly you weren’t. 

“Hey!” Max sent Lando a glare, instantly regretting letting himself be dragged into this mess. “You’re in Monaco? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your bitter chuckle could have sliced through glass. Lando tensed when he heard it. 

“I didn’t know I had to.” she answered. 

“I mean-” Max stuttered to come up with a response. He looked to Lando for something to say but he was staying quiet. “Yeah I guess you don’t have to, but if I had known you were still coming to Monaco I would have switched my trip around. I’ll be in London for the next two weeks.”

“Why would you switch your trip around?” You asked, practically forcing Max into an uncomfortable position. 

“Because-” Max laughed off what he thought was a ridiculous question. “Come on, Y/N, we’re still friends.”

You paused. Max noticed it. Lando especially noticed it. Those faint two seconds before you sighed into the phone felt like an eternity to Lando. 

“Are we?” You questioned. “You’ve kind of taken his side.” 

His. You couldn’t even say Lando’s name. 

“No I haven’t,” Max tried to argue, once again, sending Lando a death glare. 

“Yes you have,” there was more assertiveness in your tone now, less wondering if you and Max were actually still friends. “Come on Max, you’re in London with him. You didn’t even think to tell me that you were coming to the UK. You’ve stuck by his side this whole time. You didn’t even-” there was a strained breath. “You were the only person who knew I loved him and after what happened- after that night, you didn’t think to ask if I was okay. You just stayed with Lando after I left. Getting rejected was one thing, but I didn’t think I’d lose both of you.”

Now it was Lando who was sending Max a look that could have sent him to the grave. Max knew about your feelings and didn’t tell Lando. This whole situation could have been avoided if Max had just given him a heads up, if he had intervened even the slightest bit. 

“Y/N I-”

“I gotta go,” you cut Max off, knowing that his half-ass apology would mean nothing. “If you come back to Monaco early, let me know. I do miss you and I’m sorry you’re stuck in the middle but just remember that Lando’s not your only friend.”

Max should have just said okay. He should have recognized the way Lando’s stare hardened as he looked across the counter at him and he should have just told you that he’d talk to you later. Instead, he waited before hanging up like he was hoping you would say something else.

Those few seconds of silence that lingered left the conversation open for either of you to get the last word in. 

But it was Lando’s voice that filled the room, his own insecurities and spite took over as he leaned forward, ensuring you would hear and not mistake him for Max.

“Tell Pierre we say hi.”

Max counted three more seconds of pure, timid, silence before you hung up. Lando counted four. 

Max wanted to reach across the counter and slap his friend in the face to maybe knock some sense into him, but he settled for a look of disapproval instead, “You dickhead. Why’d you say that?”

“What?” Lando played dumb. “It’s not like she’s trying to hide the fact that she’s with Pierre. And if anyone’s pointing fingers, let’s talk about how you knew she had feelings for me and didn’t say anything. What’s up with that?”

Max held his hands up defensively, “It was never my place to say anything.”

“That’s a cheap excuse, mate,” Lando shook his head. “If I had known-”

“If you had known she loved you, you wouldn’t have treated her like shit?” Max turned the tables around before Lando could try and offer an alternative. “You would have stopped leading her on? You wouldn’t have treated her any different?”

“I never led her on.”

Max rolled his eyes. “Lando, you’ve been leading her on for years. Come on, you can’t be that oblivious to the way she looks at you. Y/N acts like you’re the one who puts the stars in the bloody sky. She thinks so highly of you, you are literally everything to her.”

“Was,” Lando corrected him. He backed away from the counter, like putting distance between himself and the phone was going to do anything. “She couldn’t care less about me anymore.”

“Well whose fault is that?”

Lando turned around. He wanted this conversation to be over. He wanted things to go back to how they used to be. He knew he crossed a line that night in the club but you weren’t a saint either, both of you said things you shouldn’t have and now you were both too stubborn to extend an olive branch. 

“You can’t just ignore her for the rest of your life,” Max pointed out, trying to steer Lando towards the path of making amends. 

“No, but I can’t be what she wants me to be either,” Lando kept his back to Max, not needing to be guilt tripped right now. He put away a few dishes that were drying in the sink, feeling his friend's eyes burn holes into the back of his head.

“Lando, she just wants you in her life,” Max said. “I think if you just talk to her-”

“She has Pierre,” Lando cut him off harshly. “She doesn’t need me.”

Max left it at that. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with Lando, at least not right now. He needed to just sit with his thoughts for a bit before Max could try to get through to him. 

Lando heard Max walk off towards another part of the house and he waited a few more seconds, just to make sure he was in the clear before pulling out his phone. He opened up Pierre’s instagram page and in the back of his mind he was praying that the post would be deleted, that Pierre realised he was playing with fire and regretted it.

But no, there it was, that picture of you in his sweater. 

You two weren’t dating, were you?

Pierre didn’t date, first of all, he had hookups. Lando couldn’t remember the last time Pierre was serious about a girl so the fact that he so casually was posting you on social media must have meant something. 

When he clicked on your profile, he noticed the colourful pink and orange outline around your icon and curiosity got the better of him. Lando wanted to know what you posted on your story. 

God did he instantly regret that. 

“MAX!” Lando yelled through the house, locking his phone and resisting the urge to throw it across the room. 

Max came sauntering down the hallway, an annoyed look on his face as he thought about what Lando could possibly need from him now.

“Change of plans, we’re going back to Monaco.”

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You had seen all of the tweets and comments of everyone assuming you and Pierre were an item. To be fair, you hadn’t put any of the rumours to rest during the summer break and neither had he.

But you and Pierre were most certainly not together.

The plan was to make Lando jealous, maybe get his blood boiling a bit. You were pretty quiet online but Pierre would post you any chance he got. This was fun for him and you had to admit, the attention was nice.

You knew Lando was back in Monaco, Max texted you the second the two of them landed. And you wanted to meet up with Max, but Pierre was doing whatever he could to make sure you had a good vacation. He didn’t even seem to care that it was his break. 

He had his head in your lap as a movie played on the screen in front of you. You hadn’t seen it before but Pierre had because he knew every second line by heart and would recite the words as if he was in the scene. 

When you started to run your fingers through Pierre’s hair, he hummed in contentment and you smiled to yourself. 

These last few weeks with Pierre had been so effortlessly fun. You didn’t have a care in the world. He made you feel appreciated. He took care of you.

And on top of all of that, he hadn’t even tried one of his typical fuckboy moves. You sort of expected it if you two were drinking, but Pierre was always a gentleman. The most he would do was walk you back to your bedroom at the end of the night and leave a ghost of a kiss on your cheek. 

If he was playing the long game, it was doing him favours. 

You were starting to actually like Pierre. 

When your phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of you, Pierre reached forward and grabbed it. He snickered when he saw who had texted you, but didn’t voice his thoughts as he handed the phone over.

Lando: come pick up your things from my place before you leave monaco

“Not even a please,” you rolled your eyes. This was the first text you had gotten from him in a long time. You didn’t let yourself scroll up to read past messages otherwise your heart would sink if you caught a glimpse of the red love heart emojis you two shared. 

Pierre sighed and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie, “Shall we?” He sat up and your hand fell from his hair. He tugged on the string of the hoodie, his hoodie, you were wearing as your brows pinched together. 

“Well I don’t think he meant right now,” you shrugged, but Pierre was already up. He grabbed your hand to pull you off the couch as well.

“It’d be rude to keep him waiting, don’t you think?” 

You simultaneously hated that smirk as much as you loved it. Pierre was mischievous. He was never up to any good. You wouldn’t go as far to say he was the typical bad boy, but he certainly got your heart racing.

“Pierre we can’t just show up-”

“You worry too much,” he grabbed a set of keys that were left by the front door and urged you to follow. “I haven’t seen him in a while, I’d love to say hi.”

“You love starting drama, don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question. Pierre laughed in response as you followed him out the door. 

The drive to Lando’s place was short. It was a weekday and it was nearing midnight so there weren’t too many cars on the road. Each time the car passed under a street light, Pierre’s face lit up and you could still make out the hint of a smirk on his lips. 

When he noticed you staring, Pierre -still keeping his eyes on the road- reached across the middle console and rested his hand on your leg, “What are you thinking about, ma chérie?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning your elbow against the side compartment and dropping your face to your hand, “If I ask you to stay in the car-”

“Not happening,” he interjected. “I want to see Lando’s face when he opens the door and sees me at your side.”

“Why?” You asked. “Why do you care so much about this? I don’t even care that much but it makes you happy knowing he’s pissed off.”

Pierre turned onto Lando’s street and stopped just outside his place. You watched as the features on his face hardened, his lips pressing into a tight line as he refused to answer your question.

You sat in the parked car for so long that the overhead light faded due to the lack of movement. The shadows only highlighted how tense Pierre was and the longer you sat there without an answer, the more annoyed you got.

This was a game for him, but this was your life. Lando was your friend. 

You undid your seatbelt and grabbed the handle. You opened it an inch and the light flickered on again but before you could go anywhere, Pierre leaned over you and slammed it shut again. 

You turned your head, finding yourself only an inch away from the driver's face. Your eyes darted from his down to his lips. When you opened your mouth to say something, nothing came out. A shaky inhale was the only sound that filled the space between you.

“Lando doesn’t deserve you,” Pierre’s voice was low. It hit you deep in the chest. He wasn’t going to let you out of this car until he knew those words sunk in. “Chérie, I’ve seen you for years follow him around the paddock like a lost pup, he doesn’t appreciate you.”

He raised his hand up to cup the side of your face. You were brought back to that night in the club. He pulled this same move that had you stammering over your words. But you were drunk then, you were sober now and he still had the same effect. You couldn’t tell if that was for better or for worse.

“I don’t get joy out of knowing he’s jealous,” Pierre clarified, his soft breath hitting your lips. The light above you two dimmed once more but his striking blue eyes were still piercing into yours. “I get joy out of knowing he’s not the one you rely on for happiness anymore.”

When his gaze dropped to your lips for a second you could have sworn your heart stopped.

“Pierre-”

A light coming on in the distance pulled your attention away from the Frenchman. You looked over his shoulder and noticed the porch light next to Lando’s front door was on. He must have heard a car pull up.

“Let’s go get your things,” Pierre said, brushing his thumb over your cheek. You had to stop yourself from grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back. 

If Pierre had tried to kiss you, you would have let him. 

You got out of the car, taking a second to compose yourself. Pierre waited around the front, arm outstretched for you to interlock your hand with his. The two of you walked up the driveway, Lando’s black McLaren bringing back all of the memories of the two of you driving down empty streets, singing along to whatever music played through the speakers. 

Pierre squeezed your hand right before you knocked on the door. 

It was like Lando was waiting on the other side. The door swung open. A very tired, very annoyed Lando stood there, bags under his eyes as his gaze landed directly on your hand connected with Pierres. You thought about dropping it for a second, but Pierre’s hold was too tight and Lando shouldn’t have had that control over you anymore.

“It’s almost midnight,” he said, voice hoarse. 

Stay strong, you told yourself. He was only being an ass because you were with Pierre.

“You’re the one that texted.”

“Didn’t think you’d come so soon,” Lando pulled the door open more, all but inviting you inside as he turned and walked into the house. You heard the sounds of a video game playing but when you glanced towards the living room, Max looked up from the couch and paused his game, offering you a shy smile.

“Where’s my stuff?” You asked, not stepping more than a few feet into his place.

Lando looked over his shoulder, sending Pierre daggers and completely ignoring your question, “So he just follows you everywhere now?”

“My stuff, Lando,” you repeated. Your hands were starting to get clammy. You told yourself that was why you let go of Pierre, not because you were ashamed of Lando’s disappointed stare. 

“Yeah it’s in here,” he shuffled across the tiled floor and towards the open kitchen. You waited a few seconds but it didn’t seem like Lando was about to bring anything to you so you took a breath and followed. 

Pierre took a step forward as well but you shook your head, telling him to just wait at the door.

There was a cardboard box sitting on the island counter with your name written on the side in black sharpie. Lando rubbed his eyes and then leaned against the surface, resting his arms on top of it as he nodded towards the box.

“Makeup, clothes…” he said, “A pair of shoes I think. I just grabbed everything that was in your room and tossed it in.”

Your room. 

It wasn’t your room anymore.

“Thanks,” you muttered, reaching for the box. It was lighter than you expected. Either you didn’t have that much stuff here or Lando did a shit job at grabbing everything that belonged to you. You propped the box against your hip and turned around.

This felt like a break up. 

Only, you two were never dating.

He had just been in your life since you were kids. He was someone you gave your heart and soul to and in return, you thought he had given you his. Lando was the first boy you had a crush on, the first guy you liked, the first man you loved. 

And now you were walking away from him with a box of your things in your arm.

“Will you be at the next race?” Lando’s voice stopped you before you made it to the front foyer. He was still leaning against the counter. If you turned your head to the left you could see Pierre leaning against the wall, waiting for you, but you kept your eyes on Lando. 

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. That wasn’t something you had discussed with Pierre. 

Lando scratched the back of his neck, “If you are then-” he cut himself off, inhaling a sharp breath and glancing away momentarily. “Yeah, okay, see you around then, maybe.”

There was more he wanted to say, you could tell just by looking at him. He had to fight to hold back whatever it was that he wanted to say to you. Maybe he wanted to apologise, maybe he wanted to argue, you had no idea. But by keeping it to himself he was holding onto that last piece of thread that connected the two of you.

And you were staying quiet too, not ready to drop that thread either, not ready to let go of that last piece of your friendship. 

But you wanted to apologise for everything you said. You wanted to drop the box and run to him and hug him until you lost circulation in your arms. You wanted to beg for things to go back to how they were. 

Ultimately, you knew that you couldn’t and there was one simple reason for that.

You still loved him and as long as you loved him, as long as he didn't love you, things would never be the same.

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Home is Where the Heart is (Part Four) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU

Part 1, 2, 3...

Taglist: @1tsk1tty

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Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier.

Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.

TWS: flirting, bad relationships, abandonment issues, and self-destructing the good things.

[[A/N: Just know the vibes for Rick in this one are Bucky-based. Like Marvel Winter Soldier character. anyway... Thanks for reading!!! ]]

He wasn't talking, was the first thing you noticed. Which was weird, it wasn't like you were paying attention to him, but he was the one who invited you- whatever.

You were staring, you knew that, but it was just a little dumbfounding. He spoke little, only a few people here and there and when they tried to push farther, he clammed up.

But not with you.

You had in fact been sticking to his side all evening -including during the grilling.

"Y'er gonna wanna wait 'til it's a nice brown," he hummed, motioning to the grill, "-then, flip it."

He was teaching you how to flip burgers, which you kind of already knew but you'd take it from him. Rick's voice was very nice what could you say, you were a simple person.

"Is there any sort of timing into it?" you asked.

"Well, yeah, there's-"

And he paused, eyes locked onto something behind you in a sort of sharpened stare. One you'd never seen before. There were all sorts of new features of Rick's you were discovering.

"What's-" you turned to look.

There was a woman there, tall and slim -beautiful. She had long brown hair, warm brown eyes, and a face sculpted to perfection. The woman seemed to notice Rick and instantly waved a sort of awkward little hand -uncomfortable. You probably would be too if such a glance was leveled at you.

In a fit of courage, you asked, "Whose that?"

Rick didn't respond for a moment, eyes staring straight at her -he looked a little lost. Something in the blue was a deep sort of bitter, but another part was... sad.

"Hey," you stepped in front of his eyes, "-everything okay, Rick?"

He sighed, blue eyes landing on yours, something releasing at the sight of you -the tension in his shoulders. You didn't want to analyze that today.

"My ex-wife."

Oh, something in your mind went blank as you peered back at her but she was now gone from the gate.

"Was she..." you echoed, slowly, "-invited?"

"No," he sighed -a deep one, "-my son probably... It doesn't matter."

"Do you want me to..." you started, a bit nervously, "-stick with you? Maybe ward her away?"

"What like-" he started all gruff voice and hands, sort of awkward, "-like we're datin'?"

"Well, maybe...?" you answered, unsure, "-I was thinking more flirty? Just to keep her at bay, nothing more awkward for an ex-wife, yeah?"

"Well..."

"Does she live around here?" you asked.

He huffed out, "No, but I... just ain't sure with lyin'."

"Who said I was lying, loverboy," you winked at him (and you swore you saw his ears flush), "-but it's only whatever you're comfortable with."

"I think," he hummed, before matching your eyes -thoughtfully, "-yeah, okay. Just one day."

"Just one day," you parroted back, sliding yourself into his side and grabbing his arm, "-wanna go fetch a drink, Mr. Grimes?"

He grinned, in a sort of dazed way -you wondered why for a second, "Yeah, okay."

And so you stayed by his side the entire night, hands lingering and batting your eyes every once in a while -playing the part was strangely natural to you. He reciprocated actions, taking halfway through that night to call you 'darlin' and sometimes even sneaking his hand at the base of your waist -guiding you.

"You okay?" he whispered, the night was over and the party slowly dimmed down, it was just the two of you out here. Yet, he gathered you into his side and wrapped an arm (calloused fingers pressed into your shoulder) around you.

"Yeah," you hummed -mind lit up with memories, memories you were running from, "-just thinking."

"What about?"

Tears gather in your eyes, and you wipe them away -it felt so natural to do so, "Someone I shouldn't."

He fell quiet, only rubbing his hand down your arm -back and forth, back and forth. You took a chance and leaned into his shoulder, nothing romantic then, just... just support.

"Will ya tell me one day?" he asked, genuinely -the rumble of his throat echoing through your head.

"Maybe," you spoke softly, before teasing, "-if you're nice."

Rick laughed, and you felt something in you flicker like a lightbulb -you pushed the warmth away. Despite how good this felt, you couldn't have this. You swore-

"Everythin' alright?"

You sighed, slowly removing yourself from his arm, "Yeah, just tired. Think I need to pack it up for the night."

"Okay," he spoke, gently, but looked at you heavily with those blue eyes, like he knew, "-have a goodnight, darlin'."

You softened, smiling wide and trailing back to your house, "Goodnight, loverboy!"

He laughed, big and loud and you heard it all the way to your door, maybe even after replaying it in your head. You felt a sparkle when... when you made him laugh. A twinkle in your chest.

You stilled.

Not now, you hummed to yourself, trying to flush out the feeling, no more, no more.

"He'll leave you," something in your mind said -quiet and creeping, "-they leave."

You went inside and closed your eyes. You needed a break.

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[speedystarshine]

Hii! Are requests open? Poly Noco x reader please! (Just the normal headcanons! Orrr yandere if you want Pt.2!!) :) please delete this if requests are closed!

(THIS is the person who requested yandere noco x reader btw!!)

ofc anon! I did non Yan since it would kinda just be reiterating the Yan hcs. You didn't really specify, so I did crushing hc's! Hope this was okay! Did a lil fic bit at the end as I'm trying to get more comfy with it.

(In these HC's, Noco is already canon and they're both crushing on Reader)

-Ah yes, ever the gentleman (Cody) and gentle man (Noah)

-These two. These absolute dumbasses hnkajsjsh

-Would be a mix of "We have to serenade them until they are dead on the floor" and "WAIT WAIT NO NO WHAT IF THEY DON'T LIKE THA-" and also "Hey babe are you a person because you sure do look like a person" -Cody, probably

-I head canon that Noah's secretly a hopeless romantic, he reads so many books and I bet they're literally only just non fiction or romance. No in-between.

-You'd definitely notice something's up. They can't lie for shit-

-E.g every time you see them they're whispering to each other and instantly clam up when they see you, suddenly can't look you in the eye anymore when talking to you, and they hang out with you less and less :(

-you'd think they hate you, but it is 1000% the opposite. These two are WHIPPED

-I can honestly imagine the others getting tired of y'all being so dumb and doing something like Lumity/Hooty's tunnel of love but shhhh

-The others are so. So tired of you guys being so OBVIOUS and so OBLIVIOUS THEY JUST *strangles you*

-Either one of the other campers tells them to grow up and encourage them to confess, or you walk your ass over there and confront them yourself. (Probably the second option, although I could see it being a mix of both.)

You sighed, slipping out of your bunk. You had been more downcast lately, and it was because of your best friends. Or, ex- best friends now. Maybe. You really hoped not.

You just didn't understand! It was like they were constantly avoiding you, and any time they wanted to tell you something it was through another camper.

You were sick of it, and that's why you finally decided that today you would confront them about it, once and for all. And if they- if they didn't like you anymore, that was fine. No matter how much the thought stung.

However, as you swung open the door, you were greeted by the sight of just the two people you were about to visit, with Noah's hand mid knock.

...

"oh- OH! Y/N! There you are! I mean, of course you are! This is where you sleep, and you uh. Sleep. Here."

A voice piped up from behind him, and you were greeted by the sight of a very nervous looking Cody. Which was... Rare.

"We uh...- Haha! Funny thing actually,- We were uh... Just on our way to see you! To tell you. s-something."

You raised an eyebrow at that. Noah was usually always calm and collected, and Cody never dropped his 'flirty bad boy' persona act. In public, that is. So this was super out of character for them both.

"That's weird, I also had something to tell you two."

"Well, maybe we could go all say? O-On three?"

He desperately looked to Noah for confirmation (despite the other boy looking just as lost as he was) and turned to you once he had a thumbs up.

You were getting suspicious, this was usually something they did if they were like, really worried about something.

..But you nodded anyways, knowing what they would most likely say. Although it was odd how they seemed so excited about it??

"Okay!! 1.... 2.... 3!"

There was a pause when no body said anything for a few seconds and then-

"WILLYOUGOOUTWITHUS?"

"DOYOUGUYSHATEME?"

...Wait wait wait wait. Wait. Hold the phone- You were taken wayyyy aback. This... Was not what you had expected. At all.

"You thought we hated you?"

"You guys love me?"

You heard what sounded suspiciously like a mix between an exasperated groan and a snicker from behind you, but ignored it.

You... Were all going to have a good talk about this.

Bonus:

Reader: Waiitttt. Are you guys... flirting? with me?

Noco: Have been for three years, thanks for noticing.

#total drama #total drama x reader #noco #noco x reader #noah x cody #fic #kinda at the end sjshsbjsj- #it would be the most dumbass poly relationship ever and im living for it tbh #sorry this took so long to finish btw

[vikingstoner69]

Zoro/reader: His

this is honstly pure SMUT its really dirty lol I do have some good ideas for some things plus working on a request. my requests are still open so send them in. 

Fandom:One PIece 

Pairing:Zoro/Reader

  You sat at the bar and drank minding your own business. You were a part of the straw hats. Zero and you have been best friends since you joined and that feeling of friendship you had for him turned into love. You had hoped he felt the same and sometimes he acted like he felt the same and others he was cold as steel. You sigh and take another drink as a man sits beside you at the bar. 

"Can I get you another?" The guy asked with a charming smile you gave a small smile back and nodded. 

"Sure, why not?" You grin as your drink is poured. You could feel daggers being stared into the back of your head but you tried to push it away. But the more you talked with the guy the daggers got worse and that gave you an idea. You were finally gonna put him on the spot and make him act on whatever the hell it was between you too. You smirk and start to get flirty with the guy, you couldn't even remember his name. The guy put his hand on your thigh and in an eye the man is on the floor with a bloody nose. 

"You ever touch what's mine again an ill cut you" Zoro growls his whole body tensed and you felt extremely wet at his show of power and his clam on you. Zoro walks closer to you till your noses are touching and you smirk. 

"You think your little game is cute?" He growls, his eyes flash in the light a color you couldn't quite see. His hand going to your throat. 

"I have no idea what you mean but since you knocked out my fun I'm going back to the sunny, let go zoro we both know your not gonna do anything" you say your hand grabbing the one around your neck and removing it before walking out the door. You had hoped this would be the push he needs to finally make a move. 

Getting back to the sunny you head to your room you were lucky enough to have a room with a bathroom in it thanks to Franky. Once you get to your room you strip down and get into the shower. About half way through you hear something in your room so you finish and wrap a small towel around you and walk into the room. Looking around you didn't see anything but suddenly a large hand goes around your throat and your back meets the cool wall. It was too dark to see who had you but that didn't stop you from trying to fight back. 

"Fuck if you don't stop I won't be able to control myself" he snarls, your body freezes and through everything you had lost your towel leaving you bera before him. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" You snapped, not caring he was seeing you naked. 

"Do you think teasing me is fun?" He growls his mouth close to your ear making your nipples harden. 

"You know I love to play games" you say, sounding not as strong as you had hoped. He was so close you just wanted to kiss him.

"This is a dangerous game kitten" he growls nipping your ear lobe making you moan a bit. 

"I'm not worried, I know I'm safe" you say your hands reach up and he lets go of your throat only for his hand to tangle in my hair. He pulls your head back making you look him in the eyes.

"If we do this, your mine" he growls his body tense. You could feel how hard he was. It made your cunt throb.

"I have always been yours" you breathe you feel the growl he lets out as his lip crashes on yours taking your breath away. You moan at the taste of his kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair, he nips your lip and you gasp his tongue darting in your mouth. Zoro's lips move from yours to your neck where he bites making you cry out. 

"Be a good girl and get on the bed for me" he smirks and starts to strip as you make your way to the bed you were so wet. He crawls on the bed over you and he kisses you deeply moaning in the kiss. 

"I love how you feel" you moan your hands rubbing his shoulders and down his arm. You look up at him. You lean up and kiss him deeply and he groans. 

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this" he growls into your neck biting it leaving a mark behind.

"Zoro please" you moan your legs wrapping around his waist and you thrust up rubbing your soaked cunt on his hard cock making him groan and grab your hip to hold you still.

"Don't, don't do that, makes it hard to control myself" he groans, you run your nails down his back to his ass and drag him against your cunt and you moan filthy making him groan. 

"I don't want you controlled zoro, I want you to be rough. I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to mark my body up so everyone knows who I belong to" you moan in his ear before biting his lobe making him growl. He snarls and kisses you deeply.

"Oh I plan on it, but first I want you to ride my face" he smirks down at you he flips till he is on his back with you on top of him. Zoro grabs your hips and helps you get to where your cunt was over his face and you now face the door and Zoro's lower half. You feel his hands on your hips and he pulls you down on his mouth making you moan. 

"Fuck! Zoro!" You moan, grabbing your own breasts as he eats you like a starved man. Your loud moans and cries of pleasure was all that could be heard. You reach out and grab his cock making him groan and you cry out grinding down on his mouth and tongue. You down and take his cock into your mouth and he sucks hard on your clit as you suck his cock. 

"Fuck! You suck my cock so good" he growls against your cunt lips making you moan around him taking him deeper down your throat he shoves tounge in you making you moan around his cock. You suck and pull off with a loud pop.

"Fuck zoro I'm so close please!" You beg as the feeling of the climax rushing to you like a Rouge wave. You cum hard screaming out his name as your world goes bright and you feel so light. When you open your eyes you are on your back with Zoro over you kissing your neck. You reach up and grab his head and kiss him deeply, shoving your tongue in his mouth moaning at the taste of yourself. 

“You have the best fucking tasting cunt” he smirks you his lip making him growl he slowly starts to rub your clit making you moan and buck up your hips your cunt clenches around noting. 

“Please Zoro '' You beg needing to feel him deep inside of you,claiming you. You wanted to feel him as deep as he could go. You wanted to feel his hold on your body as he fucks you into the bed to the point you cant move the next morning. You wanted him to fuck you so badly. 

“Please what kitten?” he smirks down at you while grabbing your left breast making you moan as he sucks a nipple into his mouth he bites down leaving a red mark making you cry out and your back arch your hands going into his hair. 

“Fuck me zoro please” you beg and he chuclkes as you thrust your hips up impatiently zoro grabs your hip and holds you still as he lines himself up ready to dive into your hot wet heat. Slowly he pushes in holding you still as he slowly goes enjoying the feeling of you stretching around him all the way till he bottoms out and he groans. 

“So tight!” he groans, you moan and cling to him feeling so full. You lean up and kiss him deeply and nip his bottom lip making him growl. 

"You feel so good" you moan your lips barely touching his. You tighten your cunt around him and watch his face and give a little smirk at rhe look on his face. 

"You're gonna pay for that" he growls, Zoro snaps his hips sharply making you cry out he pounds into you hard and fast. Your nails leaving marks behind the force of his thrusts rock the bed hard. 

"Promise?" You moan out, zoro doesn't say anything at first just rolls so you are now on top. With this new  Position he was even deeper making you moan loudly. 

"Fucking ride me" he growls his hands holding tightly to your hips your hands on his chest your nails leaving little marks as you start to ride him fast and hard. You slamd down crying out his name as you feel the bubble close to popping. His hands grabs your ass and hips hard bringing you even closer. In the blink of and eye you are back on your back looking up at Zoro as he pounds hard into you. Your nails leaving marks down his back. 

“So close! Zoro Please” you moan wanting to cum but not able to you hear him grunt and he leans down and kisses you roughly biting your lip as he pulls away. 

“Who do you belong to?” he growls his thrusts never changing your mind to clouded with the pleasure to answer only moaning he growls and pinches your nipple hard making you cry out and your mind to clear a bit. 

“YOU! I belong to you! Please Zoro” you moan and beg for him to let you cum feeling like you could exploud at any moment. 

“Good girl, Cum on my cock” he growls, you scarem out his name as you cum hard your vision going white you heard nothing but the ringing in your ear, You finally start to come back to yourself slowly and see zoro leaning over you kissing the side of your neck up to your ear. You could hear his voice and your hands ran up his arm to the side of his head and you stroke his face softly. 

“That was a first for me” You grin up at him and he chuckles softly

“There will be alot of firsts, now get some rest. I;m not done with you yet” he says laying on his back and pulling you flush to his side and holding you to him and he closed his eyes. You lay there and watch him for a moment before you close your eyes and fall into the world of dreams. 

#smut #requests are still open btw #reader #please request #one piece #zoro smut #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #one piece smut

[actualbird]

Hey Zak!

I just read your analysis on marius and emotional distancing and I agree! I think on top of that, he's also the type to bottle it up, if that's the right term for it.

There's one Marius scene that really stuck with me, above all the romantic stuff. (i don't remember which story it's from, i just remember what he did). Marius was talking about something traumatizing, then in the blink of an eye, he was smirking at us, all smug and asking us if we really fell for it.

Once I noticed that, I start noticing it in all Marius angst stories. Every time he talks about something traumatizing, he typically changes the topic in the middle. Which is to be expected when it's something that traumatizes him, but the thing is, the trauma gets mentioned, and we see him being vulnerable. Then, it's like a switch flicks in his head. Like "Oh wait, I'm talking to jiejie", and he immediately clams up and starts teasing us, going back to the flirty brat we met at the start.

I can't think of a single time when he mentions something traumatizing, and we actually get him being completely vulnerable as he tells us about it all, not just part of it before he swaps to flirty and confident mode.

I was kidding when I told some of my friends that "marius is the type to be having an emotional breakdown and saying 'i'm fine, it's fine, why do you think i need help'", but now I think it could actually happen.

irt analysis on marius and emotional distancing

hi roshie-writes!! first off, im v sorry im getting to this ask very late OTL but im happy to hear u agree with that analysis :D

additionally, this ask is rlly interesting cuz yEPPPPPP, I AGREE ON ALL THIS TOO

that whole thing of Drops Vulnerability And Then Shifts To Playful Aloofness is SO VERY common in marius stories, and i personally first clocked it in the Lost Gold event. in like, the very first scene of his LG route, marius tells mc that she must think him naive for wanting to trust bryce and in general just confesses some insecurities hes got. and then the moment mc shows him sincerity, concern, and worry, he immediately shifts and is like "AWWWW UR WORRIED ABOUT ME >:3c" which makes me (and mc) wanna affectionately strangle him.

another more recent instance of this tendency happens in his blossom chapter personal story 4, right when he actually tells the full story of the Basement Incident. and then not like 5 lines after that, he gets flirty, glosses OVER ALL OF THAT WORRYING INFORMATION, and then says "Yeah, that's my good girl" to mc with a smirk on his face.

this personal story 4 instance stands out to me for three reasons:

1) simply cuz the Basement Incident full story lives in my mind rent free and

2) the "Yeah, that's my good girl" is notorious cuz i regularly see screencaps of that line do rounds on twt with ppl simping over it, me included, cuz my god marius KNOWS how to be flirty, like, lemme just drop the screencap cuz Im Not Immune To Marius von Hagen

and 3) the fact that this above screencap regularly makes rounds w ppl going crazy over how hes a flirty bastard (affectionate) really makes me go nuts cuz.....aGAIN. HE DID THIS LIKE 2 SECONDS AFTER CONFESSING HE NEARLY DIED AS A CHILD. LIKE...to an extent, his deflection here worked even outside of the realm of the in-game story itself, it's working on the players too cuz we're busy going MARIUS! VON! HAGEN! over the flirting that, again, attention is taken away from the thing he doesnt want anybody to pay attention to

HE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS........

i talk a little bit abt this bait-n-switch tendency of his in an old analysis i wrote, marius von hagen, facade vs. sincerity, harsh truths vs. persisting hope, and my thought abt this tendency hasnt changed from the insight i gathered back then, which went:

marius casually has the tendency to “act” a certain way to get things like praise and reassurance, which could arguably interpreted as him using facades (which in this situation i think is actually him just saying theyre facades, theyre actually sincere, but he hides that, says it’s just an act) to acquire the deep seated sincerity he wishes. here, facade is a medium by which to acquire sincerity from others. 

this is partly because of what you say which i agree with. he still wants people to care about him (because thats an innately human desire we All want) but at some point, he realizes hes talking to mc and hes gotta dial it back. and why does he dial it back? because he doesnt want her to worry. she matters to him, and he doesnt want her to be upset over him, so shifting the conversation into something playful can effectively stop worry in its tracks or, at the very least, delay it.

but i also think this is because revealing these gutpunch things like trauma or insecurities is, at the end of the day, a vulnerability

and marius is in a position where he cannot be vulnerable. vulnerability can put him (and maybe even people who matter to him too) in danger.

as much as his deflection, disconnection, and repression is a method for him to deal with his own things himself, these methods are also a way for him to protect against others. he needs to act like these vulnerabilities dont matter to him at all, because then theyre less likely to become weakpoints for an enemy to exploit.

and marius is also in a position where hes got a Lot of enemies. so many people would quite like it if they had something to hold over the head of Pax, mr interim-CEO himself

it's at times like these i really appreciate that marius' nxx codename is King, because it is sosososoososoo fitting for him, specifically due to the chess definition of the term.

the king is simultaneously the most important piece (which garners many enemies and ensures everybody wants to be able to put the king in check or checkmate), AND arguably the weakest piece too (full of vulnerabilities and weakpoints that need to be Constantly guarded against). the king is literally a piece thats meant to be hunted and protected, because thats the entire point of the game, and thats a lot of what marius has to deal with too. marius, to me, feels like hes constantly playing 4D chess in an effort to protect himself and make it look like hes protecting no weakpoints at all, weakpoints Dont Exist, if u saw them, no u didnt, because he needs to appear invincible

all eyes are always on him, for better or for worse. and when everybody is watching, allies and enemies alike, it seems way smarter to just hide and minimize vulnerability completely than to risk getting stabbed in the back for it.

#roshie-writes #asks #marius von hagen #tears of themis #the marius urge to make zak write a ridiculously long block of text. he CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS ALSO!!!

[spicymaruchancontajin]

Since YALL ANIT GIVING ME IDEAS ILL WRITE ONE OF MY OWN

I’m new to this 😭

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While walking around the reader gets distracted and lost but is like clueless that the group was looking for her😘

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It was one of your free days but the band was feeling bored being in stuck in the hotel you guys where staying at. You all huddled up in one of the rooms on your phones as gustav watches tv. You get up and start looking for more decent clothes and changing in the restroom ofc. “Hey im going to the mall who wants to come with me” you say catching the attention of all of them. They look around dumb for a second before scrambling to get decent.

You sadly having to drive them as they act like little kids in the back seat. “Tom stop that” “what im not doing anything” he shot back at bill before chuckling to him self and continuing to mess with him. You finally arrive to the mall.

You guys walk into a nice looking store and start to shop around “billlll where are you” you say “ I’m over here” he raise his hand so you can see. You walk over to where he was and see him with Gustavo looking at pants “Ooo theses one look cute” you pull a pair of dark blue pants and hold it up to him like a mom “Mmm I don’t know I think I like these ones better” bill grabbing a pair of pants and looking at them. “Ohhh dam they do look better” I say examining the pants. Gustav had gotten a pair of shorts that where clearly WAYYY to short and tight “I think these one will better one you” He said in a flirty way and winking at bill. Bill and you could only laugh as bill took the shorts and put them against himself and dance with them a little “what do you think (name)” “Maybe you’ll get your self a girlfriend with those shorts” you say giggling to your self. After a while of shopping with bill You continue to look at clothing that caught your eye wandering off from the group.

Your wandering lead you to a shoe shop on the opposite side of the mall while the group had just finished shopping

“Hey where’s [ name] ?” Georg brought up noticing where missing. “ I thought she was with you” Tom said “ I thought she was with Gustav” “and I thought she was with bill…” “ oh shit” “She’s fineee…. I think”Tom said to clam down bill “that’s not very reassuring Tom”

Back with you you had multiple bags of clothing and shoes and was sitting on a bench eating ice cream on the second floor of the mall like a lost child. Clearly unaware that bill was worried and the group trying to look for you. You continue exploring the HUGE mall with out a thought.

“Hey some one call her?” Tom brought up “Ooo yeah that’s a good idea” bill pulls out his phone and rings up yours. Only to hear your ring tone come out of Gustavs ass.

If I was rich girl na-na-na-na-

na-na-na-na-na na

See, I'd have all the money in the world

If I was a wealthy girl

All heads turn to Gustav. You had him hold your phone as you tried in shoes earlier that day and he never gave it back. He pulls your sparkly [color] decorate phone from his back pocket.”Fuckkk” “umm ok well that didn’t work” Georg said “ok let’s split up I mean that would be faster……” Tom suggested he kinda just wanted to go look at hats. “We’ll let’s find her fast remember last time” you where lost for four hours…..

Gutav stared thinking “We’ll I mean she likes-“ “hey guys” there you where holding multiple shopping bags from all different stores and churros that you had just bought from the food court.”y’all want some?” You held out the bag to them “what…..” “ oh my fucking god”

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I honesty did not know how to end this tell me if there’s something I need to change because this is my first time

im not going proof read this because i am curtainly doing a float down🧍‍♀️

#Tom #bill #tokio hotel #idk how to spell 😭 #gustav #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines

[whisperofsong]

Only You

Chapter Four

Pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Female OC

Summary: Jocelyn and Jake’s first night at the Hard Deck as friends doesn’t go as planned.

Word Count: 2,681 words

Warnings: Language and a sexually suggestive remark

Note: This chapter was a particularly fun one to write, so I hope you enjoy it!  Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated.  Also, please let me know if you would like to be added to or removed from the taglist.

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“I still don’t get it.  You and Jake are friends now?” Danielle questions in an incredulous tone.

“We agreed to try something new,” Jocelyn answers while scanning the collection of clothing in her relatively barren closet.

“I’m surprised considering all the shit he put you through. But I’m surprised in a good way because if you had turned him down, I would have persuaded you to reconsider. We both know I can be quite persuasive,” she says as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at her best friend.

“Your persuasion tactics don’t have the same effect on me as they do on the men in your life.”

“I’m pretty versatile.”  Danielle winks.

“In that case, would you please help me pick an outfit for tonight?  I have no idea what to wear!” Jocelyn whines.

Danielle frowns.  “You didn’t care nearly this much the last time we hit the Hard Deck.”

“That was…different.  I’m meeting Jake’s friends tonight and want to make a positive impression.  I don’t want to overdo it, but I’d hate to be dressed too casually,” Jocelyn explains.

“You’re taking this pretty seriously.  I mean, who cares what they think of you?  You’re not trying to become friends with them.”

“But if I don’t get along with them, that’ll make future gatherings awkward and that’s the last thing I want.”

“In that case…” Danielle trails off as she assesses the options hanging in Jocelyn’s closet.  “What about this top?  It’s fun and flirty without trying too hard.”

“Is it more fun or flirty, though?  I’m not trying to flirt with anyone,” Jocelyn clarifies.

“It’s 50/50, babe.”

Jocelyn sighs as she toys with the soft and flowy fabric.

“You can pair it with those cute shorts you just purchased at the mall a couple weekends ago along with your sandals.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’ll wear that,” Jocelyn says while nodding and smiling as a means of reassuring herself that all will be fine.

Danielle claps her hands together and grins.  “Perfect!  Now that your outfit’s settled, let’s focus on mine…”

“You’re wearing clothes?  Why don’t you just skip the whole charade and get right to the good stuff?” Jocelyn teases, sticking out her tongue playfully.

“Don’t tempt me,” Danielle warns her.

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An hour later, the two women enter the Hard Deck and the atmosphere is buzzing with energy as everyone seems to immerse themselves in the inviting and relaxing environment that the bar offers at the end of the work week.  A pair of guys walk past Jocelyn and Danielle and one of them gives Jocelyn a lingering gaze, one that pays special attention to her chest, causing her to feel self-conscious.  Her eyes sweep the vicinity looking for Jake, but he spots her before she sees him.

“Jocelyn!” he shouts while motioning for her to come over with his hand.

His friends’ heads snap in her direction and the familiar wave of uneasiness washes over her as a result of their stares.  Jocelyn has always been confident in herself, but when it comes to crowds, she clams up.  Nevertheless, she and Danielle head over and are immediately greeted with polite smiles and curious looks.

“This is Jocelyn and Danielle, everyone.”  Jake then looks at the two women as he prepares to introduce his various friends.  “This is Coyote, Payback, Phoenix, Fanboy, Bob, and B-“

“Bradley, AKA Rooster,” Danielle says in her smoothest, sultriest voice while eyeing him hungrily.

“That’s right.  You two are well-acquainted,” Jake says knowingly while Rooster holds Danielle’s gaze.

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting Hangman’s new friend,” Phoenix expresses with a genuine smile.

“Hopefully I live up to the hype,” Jocelyn replies.

“Oh, he hasn’t told us much,” Phoenix says.

“Right. Of course not.”  Jocelyn’s cheeks feel as if they’re on fire, humiliated by her brazen assumption.  Did she seriously expect conversation to revolve around her?

“That’s actually a good thing,” Payback reveals.  “The less he says, the better, which, come to think of it, applies to anything Hangman says.”

Jocelyn giggles at Payback’s comment, already noticing that she’s entering a more tranquil state of mind.

“What lies are you two spinning over here?” Jake asks with narrowed eyes as his attention lands upon the three of them.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about” Phoenix teases. “We only speak the truth.”

Jake rolls his eyes.  “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A Dirty Shirley would be good,” Jocelyn replies.

Jake rolls his eyes.  “Seriously?  The bartender’s going to have a field day with this.”

“Get over yourself, Bagman, and order it for her,” Phoenix tells him.

“I’ll do it myself.  We can’t risk bruising Jake’s precious ego,” Jocelyn retorts, already leaving the group to place her order.  

“What can I get you, sweetie?” the female bartender asks once she approaches the bar top.

“A Dirty Shirley.”

“You got it.”  The bartender offers her a small smile before disappearing to a different section of the bar.

Jocelyn stands there, playing with her hair incessantly and chewing on her lip.  When she turns around, she can’t help but laugh at the way Danielle is hanging all over Rooster, not that he seems to mind with his arm secured around her waist. Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy are laughing with Jake while Phoenix has taken a seat next to Bob, who appears to be the only timid member of the group.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” a deep voice rumbles nearby. Jocelyn turns and notices a taller guy with brown hair and brown eyes leaning over the bar as he gazes at her.

“I’m sorry?” she says, taken aback by his remark.

“It’s just been a stressful week and because I frequently come to the Hard Deck, I usually encounter the same women.  Girls who are desperate to flirt with any guy that will give them the time of day.  You seem more wholesome than that.”

Jocelyn realizes that he’s complimenting her.  “Thank you.  I don’t judge others; however, what you just described is definitely not my thing,” she chuckles.

“That’s great to hear.  I’m Josh.”  He extends his hand and she grips it firmly.  

“I’m Jocelyn.”

“That’s not a name you hear often.  I like it, though.”

“Thanks,” she replies brightly.  “What do you do when you’re not at the Hard Deck?”

“I work for a finance company.  Numbers are my thing.  It’s probably a little nerdy, but it’s what I love.  How about you?”

“I’m a writer for an online magazine and able to write about plenty of topics, so it’s never cumbersome.”

“You’re a writer?  That’s awesome.  Way more exciting than what I do,” he admits, ruffling his hair.

“Hey, we need people like you in the world, too!” Jocelyn assures him.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says as a warm smile gradually spreads across his face.  Jocelyn is so engrossed in the conversation that she has failed to notice the bartender already returned with her drink and placed it in front of her.

Jake is in the midst of recounting an anecdote from his early days as a pilot when Coyote nudges his side.  “Check it out,” he says while nodding towards the bar.  

The broad grin that was formerly decorating Jake’s face fades as he observes Jocelyn talking to a guy.  He’s hoping she’ll show some sign that she’s in agony, some signal that she’s only talking to him to be altruistic.  However, she’s leaning extremely close to him and their hands are practically touching as he makes her laugh.

Jake begins to make his way over there, but Coyote stops him. “Hey, hey.  What’re you doing?”

“Going over there to get her,” Jake responds as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?  She looks fine to me.”

“I invited her to hang out with us, not that guy.”  The acidity in Jake’s tone alludes to his distaste for the stranger monopolizing Jocelyn’s time.

“So?  She seems into him and he’s definitely into her,” Coyote reveals.  “Besides, you’re friends, right?”

“Of course,” Jake answers immediately.

“Then let her have some fun.  She’s enjoying herself,” Coyote smirks.

“Yeah, what’s the harm in letting her talk to a guy?  It’s all part of the experience,” Payback offers.

Jake isn’t certain he should let it go, but his friends are right. What does it matter if she’s flirting with a guy?  Friends don’t intervene in something like that, so Jake should mind his own business. He returns to telling his story, but positions himself strategically so that he can supervise the situation from afar. Just as he’s approaching the climax of his story, he catches the guy reach out and brush a strand of Jocelyn’s wavy hair off her shoulder.  That’s enough, he thinks to himself as he abandons his friends and marches towards the bar.

“Jake!” Coyote calls after him, but Jake ignores him this time.

“I would say you’re missing the fun, but it looks like you’re having plenty of fun over here,” Jake states as he stares down the schmuck next to Jocelyn.

“Josh and I got to talking, so I guess I became distracted.”

“What exactly do you do, Josh?” Jake asks sharply, sizing him up in the process.  Jocelyn looks at Jake with furrowed eyebrows, cognizant of his less-than-friendly demeanor.

“I’m an accountant.”

“Ah, what a modest job.  Not everyone is cut out to be a hero, so I know my fellow aviators appreciate the little people as much as I do,” he expresses with a forced smile that is anything but congenial.

“And not everyone is cut out to be modest,” Josh replies. Despite his annoyance, his tone remains measured.

“No need to get defensive, Jared.  It’s merely an observation.”

“It’s Josh,” Jocelyn corrects him as her annoyance grows, too.

“Isn’t that what I said?” Jake cocks his head to the side, feigning ignorance.

“Not quite,” Josh answers before taking a hearty swig of his drink.  “I should probably let you get back to your…crew,” Josh says to Jocelyn as he eyes Jake carefully.

“Actually, I’m fine. Right. Here.”  Jocelyn bites on her straw harshly while maintaining eye contact with Jake.

“Considering I invited you here tonight, it would be pretty rude to spend most of your time over here, don’t you think?”

Jocelyn should have known this newfound friendship was too good to be true.  They’re only three days in and Jake has returned to his insufferable self.

“Josh, may I see your phone?” she requests in the sweetest voice she can muster.

Josh gives it to her with a hint of a smile on his face and her fingers fly across the screen as she types something in a hurried manner. “You have my number now, so if you want to continue this conversation another time without interruptions, feel free to do so.”

“Thank you.  I’ll definitely be taking you up on that offer,” he promises her.  “We’ll talk soon.”  He leaves without so much as a glance in Jake’s direction and Jocelyn can’t help but feel victorious.  She moves to take another sip of her drink, but Jake’s forceful tug of her arm causes her to clumsily leave the barstool as he hauls her through the bar to the small outside deck.

“What is your problem?!” she questions in a livid voice.

“My problem? Me?  You were throwing yourself at that guy and for what?  A lousy end-of-the-night kiss that you won’t even remember a week from now?” Jake scoffs.

“First of all, I was not throwing myself at him. He sought me out and we were having a nice conversation.  A great one, actually, until you came over and ruined it,” she huffs.  “I’m not your property, Jake.”

“I never said you were,” he corrects her.

“Then why are you acting like I am?”

“I’m looking out for you.  The guy’s a schmuck.”

“Because he has a regular job and doesn’t go around boasting 24/7?”

“No, because that so-called humility is all an act, Jocelyn.”

“An act?  An act for what?”

“An act to get in your pants.  And you want to know the worst part?  You were falling for it!” he shouts in an exasperated voice.

“I wasn’t falling for anything,” she asserts.

“That’s not what it looked like from where I was standing,” Jake replies caustically.

“Maybe you need to get your vision checked.”

“And maybe you need a reality check, darlin’.”

Jocelyn wordlessly whips around and opens the door, stomping through the bar to find Danielle, who is currently sitting in Rooster’s lap as he kisses her neck.

“Danielle.”  Her friend is distracted with Rooster, not even registering Jocelyn’s voice.

“Danielle!” This catches Danielle’s attention along with the attention of some of Jake’s colleagues/friends, particularly Fanboy, Coyote, and Bob.

“I’m leaving.  You stay, I’ll call an Uber.”

“What’s wrong?” Danielle asks, slipping off of Rooster’s lap. Jocelyn senses the others’ eyes fixated on her, so she decides to forego a complete explanation at this very moment.

“Nothing.  I’m just…ready to call it a night.  It was nice meeting all of you,” she says as cheerfully as she can while giving all of them a sweeping wave and a pinched smile.

“I hope we’ll see you again soon?” Phoenix prompts.

Jocelyn’s forced smile remains on her face, but she chooses not to respond.  At the rate things are going, it’s unlikely.

“Jocelyn!” Jake calls with a disgruntled look on his face. The others observe this, causing Bob to leave his previously occupied stool and Rooster and Danielle to completely break apart .

“Gotta go,” Jocelyn says hastily and heads for the doors.

“Jocelyn, wait.”

Once she’s outside, she opens the Uber app on her phone and begins to put in her request, eagerly awaiting her ride home.

“What are you doing?” Jake asks.

“Leaving.  Even you can’t be that dense.”

“C’mon.  Let’s head back inside and make the most of the evening.”

“Seriously?  After your tantrum back there?”

“Jocelyn, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, okay?”

“No, it’s not okay.  I don’t want your apologies.  I just want you to act like a decent human being, but that’s apparently too much for you.”

“I keep screwing up.  I just…I lost my temper and I shouldn’t have done what I did.  I shouldn’t have said those things to you back there.”

“Then why did you?” she challenges.

“Because I want to protect you,” he sighs.  His honesty temporarily disarms her, rendering her speechless for several moments.

“You did pretty well the other night without throwing a fit,” Jocelyn tells him softly, recalling the evening they spent at the auto body shop.

“Yeah?” he asks in the same soft tone.

“Mhmm.  That’s the Jake I want to spend time with…not the overprotective one I witnessed tonight.”

He exhales heavily and closes his eyes with his head bowed. “I’m s-“

Jocelyn steps forward and presses her finger to his lips. “Don’t,” she says gently.  Her finger remains on Jake’s lips for a few seconds and he notices the stirring it ignites within his midsection, the strange sensation this simple touch causes to travel through his body.  However, he dismisses it by chalking it up to his alcohol consumption.

When she removes her finger, he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Can we go back inside?” he asks.

“I need to go home.  I’m…worn out.”  She rubs her forehead and Jake notes her weary eyes.

“Will you at least let me drive you home?  I don’t feel comfortable with you in an Uber alone at this time of night.”

“I’ve done it before, Jake.  I’ll be fine,” she assures him.

“Yeah, but that was before we were friends.  Now that we are, I’m not letting you do that.”

“Letting me?”

“Can you let your guard down and allow me to do this one thing for you?  Please?” he requests.

Jocelyn considers this and decides there’s no use arguing about it.  More than anything, she just wants to go home and find refuge in her bed.  “Sure, Jake.  Lead the way.”  

Jake’s relieved and this relief provides him with peace as they walk to his car.

 @bradshawsbaby @luminousnotmatter @roosterforme @demxters @callmemana @gigisimsonmars @sebsxphia @therebeccaw @gretagerwigsmuse @novagreen04 @shanimallina87

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x oc #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun fic

[littlespoonevan]

An essay about the significance of "We're way past that" "I'm not - I should've been there", you say? 👀 🍿

aslkdfjds okay allow me to Attempt to express my feelings about this scene in an articulate way

i know everyone loves the Kitchen Scene™ because of the “wanna go for the title” of it all and the flirting and the belt buckle-grabbing and the beer drinking, okay, i get it. i Do. but also. i feel like we overlook the conversation that comes before it way too much

i’ve made posts about it before but one thing i find fascinating about buck and eddie’s dynamic is that eddie, who so regularly clams up when discussing his emotions (though he’s gotten so much better in s5!!! proud of u bb!!!!), is almost always the one to initiate emotional conversations with buck. likewise, buck is generally quite good about discussing his feelings/wearing his heart on his sleeve and yet he can never seem to find the words when it comes to eddie.

i think there are a few reasons for it, honestly, but mostly i feel like it comes down to buck regularly taking his cues from eddie (as we saw again in 5a re: the shooting). funnily enough i think that’s why eddie so often does initiate the difficult conversations - because he knows buck needs him to. and reassuring buck is more important to him than whatever discomfort he might feel at being vulnerable.

as such, it’s very rare we see buck being the one to push back between them (though it’s become much more common with s5 but we’re talking s3 era here) and tbh prior to s5, this and confronting eddie in 3x06 are the only times buck is the one to bring up the hard conversation. 

and what a conversation it is!!!!

for a number of reasons:

1) eddie’s reaction is very much on par with some of his reactions to buck pushing in early s5. he can be the softest, most earnest person on the planet when he’s decided he wants to tell buck something important. but if buck initiates it his instinct is to push back. bc he doesn’t expect it!!! bc he doesn’t know how to react to buck so blatantly caring about him!!!!

2) i know buck mentions chris when he says “you and chris needed me” but i do think this is one of the few conversations that very much feels like it’s about them. about buck and eddie. again, we’ve all made a million posts about how buck and eddie use chris as a shield to say how they really feel but this conversation - much like the expendable portion of the will reveal - for the most part feels like it’s just buck talking about how much eddie means to him and vice versa.

3) buck’s steadfast insistence that his place is at eddie’s side, that he wants to be there for eddie, is just. so much. i love it i love it alexa play your mess is mine by vance joy

4) buck acknowledging that eddie’s fight club sitch probably wouldn’t have gotten as bad as it did if he’d been there as a support is just askdjhfas very similar vibes to eddie yelling in a grocery store about how he’s not allowed to call his best friend. these men are codependent and they Know It

finally, i actually think it kind of adds to the flirty nature of the rest of the scene??? like, it gives it more weight???? because they’re talking about their relationship and acknowledging aspects of it they rarely have before!!!!! 

TL;DR the horny flirting is actually only as extra as it is because of the emotional conversation that comes before it 💖

#anon #asks #911 related #look at that anon i made myself have enough energy to reply askdfh

[captainmaplesblog]

Life of Lea Volume 2: Epilogue: Chapter 20: The Cheshire Cat’s Agenda

It was halfway through lunchtime, as it was a slow Monday for a man with cotton candy pink hair, he went through his calendar as it was April 20, 2015, and he had his supplies already in the market and the other places it went.

“I wonder what Daisy is up to” he wondered as he ate his roast beef sandwich.

Suddenly his ringtone goes off as his clam phone vibrates on his desk.

“My personal line? At lunchtime? How curious~” he says with a wide smile as he answers his phone he notices it was who he was thinking of that was calling.

“Good afternoon baby girl, how may I help you today?” He exclaims as his long fluffy tail moves forward in his seat as he leans onto his desk.

“Good afternoon Kit, I need your help with something” she replies in a calm tone.

“Of course, anything for you, darling, need another box of your favorites?” Kitty asks her.

“No…not today, I need your help with pulling a fast one on the B.A.,” Daisy replies in a serious tone.

“Oh?~ Are you asking for me to help you with causing chaos together?~ Oh this isn’t like you~ You usually are the stopping chaos” Kitty says in a teasing tone.

“Yes, for the great of good…” Daisy replies as she takes a breath.

“Oh? Are you asking me to be a hero for you? Of course, anything for you & chaos” Kitty says as he starts levitating his bag towards himself.

“Are you being genuine or flirty with me right now?” Daisy replies unamused.

“Both~,” Kitty said getting up and creating a portal as he ended the call he then exited the portal before gently knocking on her bedroom door.

Daisy then opened her door as she was wearing a lavender sweater and pink yoga pants with white socks.

“You couldn’t have teleported outside to the front of the gate?” Daisy exclaims unamused as she looks at him.

“And where’s the fun in that Madam no shoes?” Kitty replies in a teasing tone before he gestures her white socks.

Daisy rolled her emerald green eyes at him before she summoned with her hands to get her matching pink boots on.

“Let’s go now, Kitty” Daisy exclaims as she summons a portal first before he follows her afterward.

He then closes the portal behind them. He then knocks on the gate as he does the Shave and haircut knock they get greeted by some guards.

“Hello, we are here on the orders of Princess Charlotte the Second Smor Aamodt, I am Daisy Noè Dragifilia and this is Kitty Charles Ruton” Daisy exclaims in a professional and polite tone.

“Of course, we will bring you after we do a bag check first” the tall guard replies as he opens the first layer of the gates to let them in.

Kitty let Daisy in first as he went in after her. The tall & average height guards then go through Kitty’s duffle bag to see some coconuts, glitter, glue, and more glue.

“How are these going to help?” the average guard asks as she looks at Kitty.

“In case we nearly get caught, always come with attack glitter to blind and glue to get them stuck or sticky” Kitty replies nonchalantly.

“Fair enough, as long as you only use it on the B.A. and no one else” the tall guard exclaims as he brings out his hand for Kitty to shake.

“But of course, only if the royal family needs my assistance as well in a prank war as well but other than that no glitter bombs will go ogg on the royal family, I swear it, businessman’s honor” Kitty replies as he shakes the guard’s hand as he smiles widely which made the average sized guard back up a little bit as she saw his Cheshire like a smile.

“Good, now we’ll escort you both inside” the tall guard exclaims before giving them their bags back.

Daisy just side-eye Kitty a bit as they waited in the hallway before the tall guard and average-sized guard went up to Princess Charlotte the 2nd.

“Princess Charlotte, we have news from a couple of beings from the Ice Region” the tall guard announces to her.

“Bring them in…” Princess Charlotte replied as she turned to look at them.

“So…Princess Charlotte is in charge because she is the oldest?” the girl with dark chocolate brown hair asks as she is seated at the table with other beings.

“Yes, as the firstborn as siblings, and as Logan for our guidance and Godfather/Uncle,” Prince Kevin replies as he seems to keep his olive green eyes on the short brunette girl for some reason.

“Think of it as a test when Princess Charlotte becomes Queen” Logan exclaims as he comes back into the room from what it seems.

“Like a vice president kind of situation?” the brunette says while still being confused.

“Kinda” Logan replied as the guards brought over the guests.

As Kitty came out from behind the guards with Daisy.

“Hello my princess, it is, I Kitty Ruton, from the Ice Region and this is the lovely Daisy Dragifilia, also from the Ice Region,” Kitty says calmly with a Cheshire-like smile as he bowed to her.

Kitty noticed that the short brunette girl was looking at him as he then smiled at her she was visibly unsettled at the sight of his sharp teeth and tomcat features at least that’s what Kitty assumed as he backed away. As the brunette turned to whisper to the girl to her right. 

“We shall discuss this at lunch meanwhile please please make yourself comfortable until” Princess Charlie explains.

“Miss. Lea will show you over to the library” Logan replied as he gestured to the short brunette.

“Shall we get going, Miss. Lea?” Kitty asks as he swam over to Lea.

“O-Oh…right, let’s go” Lea replied nervously.

“So, is something bothering you? You were looking at me nervously” Kitty says calmly as he quietly observes her.

“Oh, uh was I doing that? I’m sorry if I offended you a little bit” Lea replied nervously.

“It’s fine, I’m used to others looking at me like I’m some kind of demon cat,” Kitty said as he sighed his cat ears lowered as he pouted a bit as Daisy had decided to stay back to catch up with Mimi & Nick.

“I see and I’m sorry for that but in my defense, you do look like the human version of the Chesire Cat” Lea replied as she didn’t back away from him this time.

“Is that a good thing?” he says confused as he doesn’t understand the reference.

“Uh well…the Chesire Cat that is covered in stripes and smiles very widely while talking in riddles & rhythms and being mischievous” Lea explained.

“Very interesting, does he use magic?” Kitty asked he got intrigued as he wasn’t his mutated parts.

“Kinda when he appears his smiles is first to appear then his eyes then slowly his body” Lea replied as she thought to herself she looked like she was drawing the Chesire Cat in her mind as they made their way to the royal library.

“Hm…illusion magic mixed with mischievous intentions? Sounds like me the only difference is that I use transformation as well as other types of magic” Kitty adds as he follows her lead. 

"So, you gonna take that as a compliment?" Lea replied awkwardly. 

"Yes," Kitty says as he opens the door for her.

Lea nods as she goes into the library and walks over to the librarian’s desk. A sea nettle jellyfish came from the backroom as she had long red braided hair and red eyes.

“Hi honey, how may I help you today?” the librarian asked as she looked at them through her purple glasses.

“Well, Mrs. Ramptin, we are here to get Mr. Ruton a temporary library card for today” Lea replies as she quickly looks at the name tag on her desk.

“Alright, sugar, I got you,” Mrs. Ramptin says with a smile as she goes back to get a library card. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Ramptin,” Lea says with a smile as Mrs. Ramptin came back with the temporary card. 

“Of course, but if I see or hear any mischief, I will not hesitate to kick you out and take your library cards away” Mrs. Ramptin explains with a stern tone.

“We completely understand Miss. Ramptin we'll keep it quiet" Lea replied as she was given the library card to give over to Kitty.

Lea then gives it over to Kitty before she looks for the comic section, she then goes down 3 rows away from Mrs. Ramptin’s desk Lea finally finds the comic section. As Lea looks around at the comic section, Kitty looks over at the light novels before following Lea to see what she is reading. He then sat by her to get a better look at the page she was currently reading as he saw an image of a battle sequence. Lea looks at Kitty quietly as he is too close for her comfort.

“Gonna flip the next page?” Kitty asks her as he is curious about who would win the battle.

“Sure…but can you back up a bit you are too close” Lea replies as she keeps her eyes on the book and not on him.

“Oh…am I? Sorry,” Kitty says before moving back a bit as his cat ears lowered a bit.

“Better… thank you” Lea replied as she turned the page.

“Well…she is not going open up to me like this…gotta think of something…hm perhaps I’ll bring up the convo I had with Daisy yesterday when we had our brunch da… I mean hangout” Kitty thought to himself.

“So I heard from Daisy that you trained in the Ice Region for about 4 months, tell me about that, please” Kitty exclaims as he is being genuine.

“Yeah, I did train ther- wait how did you know that I trained in the Ice Region?” Lea replied as she closed the book to look at him as she didn’t hear every word he just said.

"My family provides the food, and ingredients for the resort's restaurant plus me, and Daisy had brunch yesterday" Kitty exclaims as he gets his clam phone to show her pictures of the brunch that they had.

" O-Oh......that’s makes sense " Lea replied as she started to think back to when she worked at the Penguin’s Igloo.

"Anyways, Daisy said Mimi called her about a plan you lot thought of. Tell me why she is your backup plan. Maybe I can help you in whatever it is since Daisy wanted my help on this" Kitty exclaims.

".... Why did Daisy tell you that?" Lea asked suspiciously. 

"She told me that you all were planning something to do something mischievous on the Bad Apples, and so what kind of man would I be to say no to such a request?" Kitty exclaims as he starts to smile again at the thought of the chaos that will happen. 

"Hm... ok I'm listening... what is your plan C?" Lea asked him as she wondered what he would gain from helping them.

“Ah well from how she talked to me” Kitty starts to say before his clam phone goes off as Daisy had texted him the plan, he then opens his texts, “It's simple Daisy sneaks in while I use a disguise spell so nobody gets suspicious, then after we escape, we run to the safe point portal in the Starfish Forest and arrive back in the castle” Kitty explained as he read the texts messages to her.

"Sounds good, but what are you going to put in the cells as replacements? Wouldn't they have cameras in their cell blocks?" Lea asked curiously.

"Well they do have cameras but I'll place an illusion spell so the camera will show no changes from the security guards won't be alarmed when watching through the cameras and as far as the guards in the hallways will see us as Coco and Clive" Kitty explained.

“Huh, that makes sense,” Lea replied as she wondered where the coconut was summoned out of.

“Yeah so King Chuck and whoever else is there with him will be saved at midnight, when everyone should be asleep” Kitty explained as he had noticed that Lea was looking a little sleepy.

“So, Daisy is preparing for a sneak-in, a type of saving mission?” Lea asked him.

“Basically yes, so that is why I am here, so I can tell the others of this plan as well help cover her tracks to watch her back, so once we get into their HQ, King Chuck will have our exit route dugout,” Kitty replied as he kept reading the text messages to her as he added his ideas in as well.

“So that’s the whole plan…who fixed the entering plan together?” Lea asked him. 

“Mimi and Princess Charlotte had a long chat when Mimi returned,” Kitty replied as he read the new text message.

“Hm…ok,” Lea says softly as she thinks about talking to Mimi to ask about that long conversation. 

Prince Robert then comes into the library and goes over to them as Nick goes in after him as he is looking for a particular section.

“Charlie is ready to talk with you and dinner will be done soon” Prince Robert exclaims.

“Alright then lead the way, Prince Robert” Kitty replied as he got up to check out the book that Lea had put down as he seemed eager to do something before taking his leave from the library.

Lea quietly glares at Kitty a little bit as she gets up from her seat and Mrs. Ramptin looks at Lea calmly as Kitty can feel their glares he goes to find Daisy.

“Hey Daisy, where are you, I’m done in the library” Kitty texts her on his clam phone.

“I’m in Princess Charlotte’s bedroom currently” Daisy texts him back.

Kitty then summons a coconut with a pink straw as he goes over to Princess Charlotte’s bedroom. Kitty then knocks on Princess Charlotte’s bedroom door with the Shave and haircut knock as he summons 2 coconut drinks.

“Come in Mr. Ruton” Princess Charlotte exclaims through the bedroom door.

Kitty then uses his salmon tail half to open the door as he comes in he sits by Daisy and gives her the coconut in his right hand. Daisy then gently takes the coconut as Mimi and Princess Charlotte go over the plan on the whiteboard. 

“Ok Kitty, now that you have heard the plan, do you have any questions or ideas?” Mimi asks him as she turns to look at him.

“Nope, I’m always here to cause some chaos even if it’s for the greater good” Kitty replies before going back to drinking his coconut drink.

“Great, now let’s go have dinner before we go through with this plan, yeah?” Daisy adds that she wasn’t too eager to cause chaos but being that Kitty was an expert at causing chaos she supposed it wouldn’t be too bad.

“Of course, with all the fast swimming you will have to do with this plan” Princess Charlotte replies as she desummons the whiteboard they get up to make their way to the dining hall together.

Once they got into the hallway, they saw Lea waiting there with a book.

“Did you need something, Lea?” Mimi asks her as Princess Charlotte, Kitty, and Daisy make their way to the dining hall first.

“Uh… yeah, I was curious about the long conversation you had with Princess Charlotte when you had been returned safely,” Lea asked as she glanced at Kitty for a moment as if she had missed an opportunity to do something.

“Sure we can discuss it after dinnertime” Mimi replies as they make their way to the dining hall as they talked too.

Once dinnertime came to an end, Daisy & Kitty made their way to the middle point in the Starfish Forest afterward.

“Let’s get this plan going” Daisy whispers to him.

Kitty smirks as he nods in agreement he snaps his fingers and casts his illusion spell to disguise them. They then use an opening door spell to let them in without leaving evidence of a break-in. Daisy casts an invisible compass spell to show them their way to the cell that is holding King Chuck. Kitty keeps his guard up in case someone comes from any angle. Daisy and Kitty then quietly make their way to the jail cells Daisy goes down the cells to look for the King only to see Oliver in a cell while on her way. Daisy then uses the open-door spell as she has an idea to question why he was in there once they all got to the Aamodt Castle. Kitty found King Chuck, Lady Gwendolyn, and Lady Genevieve in the jail cells a bit downward from Oliver.

“We are breaking you all out of here, follow us but later I will need to talk to you privately” Daisy whispered to Oliver as Kitty had already cast an illusion spell before getting in.

The illusion spell made the camera show the guards that all the prisoners were asleep in their cells as it hid Daisy and Kitty’s handy work plan. Oliver, King Chuck, Lady Genevieve, and Lady Gwendolyn were then turned invisible with the disguise spell. King Chuck lifted his mattress so they could all escape through the now-finished escape route. Once everyone got into the escape route, they made their way out of the Bad Apple HQ2. They quickly and quietly swam to the safe point in Starfish Forest. Once in the forest, Kitty snaps his fingers to undo the disguise spell. King Chuck takes a deep breath and is glad he has used four magic shovels instead of one.

“So, we are free and the magic shovels turned back into small shovels when done digging…now we can go home,” King Chuck says once he ensured they didn’t get followed.

“Indeed, and I got all four of them as we swam away” Kitty replied as he took them out of his pocket to show them the four little shovels.

“I guess we should stay with you at the castle so we can be guarded, right?” Lady Gwendolyn points out. “Yes, right now, let’s go” King Chuck replied as he opened a portal to the Aamodt Castle.

Daisy went into the portal holding Oliver’s wrists as she was in her let’s get this over with state of focus. Oliver looked at her quietly as he followed her and didn’t fight back as they went into the portal. Kitty, King Chuck, Lady Gwendolyn, and Lady Genevieve follow them into the portal afterward. The portal then closes behind them afterward. Once they got back to the Aamodt Castle, King Chuck brought Lady Genevieve to the infirmary to be checked out in case of any injuries. 

Daisy went over to Kitty and she asked him, “Hey can you watch the main house for a bit please?” 

Kitty nodded as he then took his leave for a bit as he cloned himself he sent the clone to the main house and went back to the library and he wondered if the next volume was there he then spotted Lea who was reading the book from earlier.

“Hey there Lea, I see you reading our book from earlier, how is it?” Kitty asked her as he sat by her again.

Lea flinched a bit as she was caught off guard, Kitty couldn’t help but hold back a laugh.

“Yeah, it’s great, do you need to surprise me like that?” she replied as she kept the book close to herself.

“Hm…alright then,” Kitty says as he backs up from her before sitting elsewhere on the couch.

Lea sighed in annoyance as he did so as Kitty didn’t understand why she was now annoyed. Vanessa sees all of this and then goes over to them as she stands as she stands before Lea.

“Hey, dude do you want to go grab something to eat at the dining hall or in town with, me & your mom?” Vanessa asked her as she could tell that Kitty wasn’t all in her business but just sat by Lea this time.

“Sure, sounds great” Lea replied as she closed her book and checked out the book before leaving with Vanessa. Kitty was left confused before his clam phone started to vibrate in his coat. He then took it out of his pocket as he opens & went through his text messages Daisy had texted him, “Hey, where is the real you?”

“I’m in the library on a couch by the graphic novel section” Kitty texts back before going through his other text messages that he got a text from his contact labeled as “Bestie”.

“I heard from a townsfolk in Fri Town who knows where the location of the Bad Apples location so come back to the house so we can get ready to head over to Fri Town, okay?” his bestie had said in his text message.

“Of course be back soon” Kitty texts back as Daisy comes over to him as she visibly looks tired. 

“Let’s get going…” Daisy exclaims as she sits on his lap unknowingly as she thought she was nuzzling into the couch.

“Sure, of course, anything for you, baby girl” Kitty replies before gently picking her up he opens a portal to the main house he levitates their bags behind as he enters the portal he then gently tucks her into bed before putting her bag on her ottoman before noticing a certain book that he knew wasn’t her’s as he noticed the very distinguished v that could be mistaken for the symbol for Aries before he had remembered the conversation he had heard back in December. 

He chooses to not say anything before he gently kisses her forehead before he leaves to get over to Fri Town as he meets up with his “Bestie”.

“Ready to cause more chaos?” his bestie exclaims with a smile.

“Of course but let’s be quick, I wanna get some sleep, please” Kitty replies before summoning a water bottle to drink from.

“We can do it tomorrow, sleep is important” his bestie exclaims as they look at him with concern.

“No, let’s follow while the trail is warm” Kitty replies as he stretches his back a bit.

“Sure, then let’s go” his best friend exclaims before leading the way as they make their way through the town they get over to the apartment building and his best friend presses the correct buttons to signal his source as they wait outside as it starts to rain. Kitty hisses as he summons their umbrellas before they hear the signal to let them in they get let inside and go up to the apartment on the top floor.

“What time is it right now?” Kitty asks he stretches his arms as his tail holds their umbrellas.

“It’s currently 12:35 am” his bestie replies as they go forward to the apartment down the hallway. 

“Alright, let’s be quiet since there are beings that are sleeping currently,” Kitty says in a soft tone as his bestie nods as he leads the way to the door he knocks on the door before it opens up to reveal a woman with long cherry red hair.

“Thank you for getting back to us, Mrs” Kitty exclaims in a polite and soft tone. 

“Of course, sorry for having you two come over late, work was super long today,” the lady says before giving them a piece of paper.

“It’s quite alright, sorry that we had to come in person” Kitty replies before yawning.

“It’s quite alright sorry that we had to come in person, we are waiting for our business cards to be reprinted” Kitty replies before yawning.

“It’s alright, my husband was ready to be here in case” the lady starts to say as her husband came over, “I guess I’ll walk you both out in the morning since it’s late and raining like cats & dogs out there for the most of the night” her husband adds as he scratches his neck a little bit.

“Are you sure, we don’t want to intrude” Kitty replies as he stands beside his bestie.

“It’s gonna be raining all night, we are sure, the couch is a pull-out bed” the husband exclaims as he repeats himself a little bit before bringing over some blankets and pillows from the closet in the hallway.

“It’s the least we can do for making you wait for so long to get that info” the lady adds as she stands by her husband.

“Oh well…if you two insist, sure, and thank you” his bestie replies as he takes the blankets and pillows.   

“Of course, and thank you for being so generous” Kitty replies as he puts their umbrellas on the couch.

“We will be sure to pay you both back for letting us stay for the night” his bestie adds with a smile as he summons towels, their pjs, brushes, and toothbrushes.

“Oh, of course, thank you so much, the bathroom is down the hall to the left” the lady replies as she points in the direction before going to the main bedroom with her husband.

“We could have teleported home but I guess it’s nice of them not to worry about water being teleported into the house” his bestie adds before he goes to the bathroom first.

“Anyways we should get some much-needed sleep” Kitty replies as he goes into the bathroom to change into his pjs. 

“Fair, chaos can wait for us, good night, Kit” his bestie exclaims as he lies on the right side of the couch.

“Night,” Kitty replies as he puts his clothes by their umbrellas before he then lays on the left side of the couch.

The next morning, Kitty woke up to the sound of breakfast being made. As Kitty sat up, he slowly stretched upward as his tail extended outwardly as it accidentally whacked his bestie in the face.

“O-Ow…” his bestie says before moving his tail away.

“Oops, sorry about that, I didn’t break your glasses did, I?” Kitty replies as he wraps his tail around his waist.

“No…you didn’t break my glasses” his bestie replies as he picks up his glasses off his clothes pile.

“Oh…that’s good” Kitty replies as they get up from their spots before heading over to the kitchen table.

“Ah, you two are up now, just in time for the rain to have finally been finished,” the lady with the cherry red hair says as her husband helped cook as he was making pancakes.

“Ah wonderful, thank you again for letting us stay the night” Kitty exclaims with a sleepy smile.

“Of course, teleporting rainwater into one’s freshly cleaned house is quite frustrating” her husband replies as he serves the freshly made coffee and brings some mugs over to the table as Kitty & his bestie sit at the chairs by the balcony.

“True, thank you for being so thoughtful” Kitty exclaims as he gets given the milk, cream, and then the sugar by the lady before bringing the plates and utensils.

“Of course,” she says with a smile before she gives them their napkins.

Kitty & his bestie then made the coffee the way they liked it before serving themselves their portions. The wife & husband also served themselves and ate in silence as the pancakes were warm & fluffy but also sweet with the maple syrup dripping down the stacks. Once everyone finished eating and drinking their coffee, they all got ready the wife got ready for work and the husband led Kitty & his bestie out of the apartment complex as they finished first.

“Good luck with your search” the husband exclaims as he is also ready to head over to work he is wearing exercise clothes and holding a good-sized gym-ready bag over his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Kitty says before they depart from each other as the town is bustling with the daily morning rush.

“Should we go through town the long way or not?” his bestie asks curiously before yawning a little bit.

“Hm…a little chaos for the morning, I guess” Kitty replies as he is also still feeling a little sleepy.

“Sure, why not,” his bestie says as he casts a chaos spell on the morning rush they go elsewhere as Kitty & his bestie enjoy their morning stroll. 

“So how was your baby girl?” his bestie adds with a smug smile despite him knowing that they were going to be busy for the next 3 days.

“Oh, she was fine, now let’s get back to business, we got groceries & supplies to give out” Kitty replies as he lightly blushes a little bit.

“Oh of course,” his bestie says as they teleported to their business at the Ice Region.

For the next 3 days, Kitty & his bestie were busy giving out supplies to the businesses that they worked with. It was now April 23, 2015, it was a bit slow for a Thursday as Kitty was just chilling in his office as he went through his Excel sheet of today’s supply & demand. 

His bestie texts him, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to get us lunch”.

“Yes, it is” his bestie texts him back as he is in disguise as he goes to get their hamburgers & french fries with 2 colas. 

“I’ll tell him about the book I saw at Daisy’s when he gets back,” Kitty thought to himself as he did his math of the totals on his Excel sheet.

“Maybe Lea would know something, she isn’t that dumb, is she? She’s been around Mimi & the others for like 4 months now, so she must have heard something, I mean Daisy has only told me as much as she was willing to tell me about…but then again Mimi’s siblings or Daisy’s little brother could also have heard something too” He thought to himself as he reminisces about their childhood before going over tomorrow’s schedule as he had many questions about this Bad Apple situation going on. 

He sighs before turning in his chair as he reads the book he “borrowed” from the royal library as he waits for his bestie to get back with their lunch. After 15 minutes, the doorknob goes off and Kitty puts the book down as he is even more hungry at this point. 

“Kitty, I’m back! Let me in, I have news for you” his bestie exclaims once at the door.

“About time… what took you so long?” Kitty replies for Lea to kick him in his con coins.

Kitty groans and falls to his knees before Lea's high kick pins him to the floor. 

“Surprise motherfucker,” Lea says while smiling with annoyance.

“Oh…well hello pretty kitty princess~” Kitty replies with a playful expression and tone despite being in pain. 

“Shut it pussycat we have questions for you,” Sergean says as he glares at Kitty in annoyance. 

“Oh? What about the green giant?” Kitty replies smugly.

“Why did you put a chaos spell on the town folk?” Sergean asks as he crosses his arms.

“I don’t know why Lea is wearing a dress during the interrogation. Did she want me to have a sneak peek? Let me guess she learned this from Madam Sour Puss, yes?” Kitty replies before chuckling through the pain.   

“Sour puss? Who are you talking about?” Lea says confused as she keeps her foot on his back.

“Well from the tell of your shorts, Miss. Sour Puss hasn’t told you why she’s helping with the plan against The Bad Apples, I mean a cat and two teens could take a book anytime” Kitty replies as he only glances upward once.

“A book?... Hold on, are you talking about Mimi? She’s not a sour puss, she’s more like a sassy delight” Lea exclaims as she just guessed who he was talking about.

“Haha as if, she’s only being risky so she can avenge Dr. Fei and Dr. Perla Lay” Kitty replies smugly.

“Her parents? What does their passing have to do with the Bad Apples?” Sergean asks he crosses his arms a bit.

“Ask her bestie, she knows their story” Kitty replies as the pain slowly subsides.

“Fine but we’re bringing you and your bestie with us,” Lea says curiously as she removes her foot off of his back. 

Sergean uses the same rope spell and ties Kitty and his bestie together. Kitty was then lying on his back as he was facing the ceiling which just squished his bestie as he was a lot bigger than him in height and weight when taking his pink fluffy tail into account.

“I guess, I’ll be seeing Daisy soon again…oh well,” Kitty thought to himself.

[The End of Life of Lea Volume 2]

#ocs #original scenery #lifeoflea #original art #original drawings #original story #original characters #my art

[xian-1502]

Introspective post: Sometimes i wonder if 5 is fully satisfied with the way i am in my sharing, for lack of better terms. I’ve been trying to get more in-depth with my interests on occasion, and i’ve been trying to be more expressive and affectionate in my talking to let him know. But sometimes it feels like it’s not enough. As well as my reactions sometimes. There are moments where she’ll say something flirty or like try hint something, and it just falls flat on me. I feel bad because it’s like he makes these little fun expressions of affection just for it to not land good, or be reciprocated to matching degree. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate 5 and all of his godliness (glazing) y’know how you squint when you stare at the sun? That’s what it’s like when he says stuff to me. I’m like disoriented, disgruntled. “Y-y-you think that about m-me??” internally despite my silence or nonchalance. In turn i clam up. He’s too smooth, too hot. 5’s game is airtight, i can’t do anything about it (i’m introvert pretending i understand social cues and rules). An unfortunate state, but how it is atm. I do resolve to get better though. I would like to be someone who cares about their partner affectionately in spades to their discretion. I don’t want to overwhelm my partner, but i’d like it to be undeniable and unequivocal that i love them y’know?. A real unshakably irrefutable lover. But for the future. As it is, trying to be able to come up with good rallies in the rizz roundup (throw back to nickname: “rizzless harassment”)

[willowser]

i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.

yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.

a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.

and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.

and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.

it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.

the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?

you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.

sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.

bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.

insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?

#i just literally cannot stop thinking about him wanting to get touchy and not knowing what to say #like i love confident sex-savvy bakugou just as much as the next guy #but sHY BAKUGOU???? HELLO???? #would jump from an airplane in the middle of a winter snowstorm in nothing but his tac pants #but doesnt know how to get your direct attention so he can kiss you #say something flirty to him and he just clams up #maybe even says something bold to try and fluster you but you have such a quick response that he just starts sweating #regrets even trying #hard as a rock #andhrjwjdvwkqjve a lmaooooo this cracks me up #is it shitty of me to tag this #bakugou x reader #he he he #bakugou drabble #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

[mistiell]

How Arcane Characters Flirt

A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao

Viktor

- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it

- Loves playful banter and teasing

- Lots of sass

- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot

- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy

- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it

-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking

- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now

- Asks questions so you know he’s interested

- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time

Jayce

- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt

- Tons upon tons of compliments

- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.

- Talks your ear off about anything and everything

- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you

- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises

- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab

- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there

Silco

- Good god

- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?

- W r o n g

- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely

- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you

- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it

- Lowkey endearing tbh

- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)

- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything

- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it

Vi

- Holy shit she’s such a flirt

- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time

- So smooth about it too

- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you

-Gets so flustered when you flirt back

- Goes beet red

- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7

Jinx

- She flirts with you all the time

- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little

- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though

-It’s all in good fun

- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch

- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection

- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.

Mel

- SO smooth

- Compliments out the wazoo

- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her

- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you

- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like

- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane x y/n #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #jayce arcane #jayce talis #jayce x reader #jayce x y/n #jayce x you #silco arcane #silco x reader #silco x y/n #silco x you #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x you #vi x y/n #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx x y/n #mel arcane #mel x reader #mel medarda

[thatpoppinat]

When The World Knows (Pt 1)

    pt 2

    It's been a while since Marinette has had time to herself. Thankfully, this isn't due to her responsibilities as Ladybug. 

      In fact, Hawkmoth seemed to be losing whatever motivation he once had for terrorizing Paris, and akumas were becoming scarce. This could have also meant that he was planning something big, but if Marinette was being 100% honest with you, Hawkmoth was becoming the least of her concerns.

    Was her growing fame something she should be concerned about? She couldn’t tell you.    

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     It all started on accident, if you were to ask Marinette. She had just went to visit her uncle Jagged while he was making music for an upcoming show that was being produced. After spending some time with him, he eventually introduced her to Hugo Morris, the director of "Autodale; a noir-esque dystopian show that is ‘the next being thing’”. 

      Hugo had apparently aided in the release of multiple blockbuster and popular shows. Marinette had no doubt that this one would be well received by the public, just by seeing the detailed sets being created all around her.

    Almost jokingly, Jagged had encouraged Marinette to audition for the lead role as Aubrey; the Exceptional Girl. After all; Marinette matched the director's description of her very well, apparently.    

     She was given the script, and she auditioned. She didn't expect to get the role.  

      And somehow - miraculously - she did. Two days after her audition, she received a callback.  

       Marinette, after receiving the email, promptly had a seizure. She didn't think she was that good. But apparently, the producer saw something in her.      

    When she came in the week after to meet the rest of the cast, Marinette could only think about how big the production was, or worry if whether or not she was gonna screw something up with her world renowned clumsiness. She was Marinette Dupain-Cheng after all.

     Speaking of her being her, the thought of being on the big screen made her head spin. In the past, she always thought that if she were to ever work in a film production, she would have been on the design team. Designing clothes was her dream after all.

  But she guessed the saying was true: "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans." She was brought back in, she met the rest of the cast, and they were given scripts to read over and have decently memorized by the end of the month.       

     To only add to the workload, Marinette was still a school student. She hadn't even told her classmates about this.

… Her classmates, the people who didn't even bother to question if Lila was telling the truth; who didn't even care if Marinette's feelings were hurt; the people who didn't even hesitate to isolate her and bully her 'for Lila's sake', even after all she had done for them. And Adrien, who knew what they were doing to her, but chose to keep him mouth shut.    

     It was safe to say, that after all they'd done, they were merely classmates. Forced acquaintances, if you will.

    After a few seconds of thought, Marinette decided not to tell them. She didn't want them to ruin this for her.

     She'd have to tell Principal Damocles and Mrs. Bustier, however. If this production was as big as the cast was saying it was, she'd clearly be missing a lot of class.

   And, after months of working with fellow actors, memorizing scripts, helping make props, doing schoolwork online, and keeping her nosy classmates from finding out, she could safely say that was the case.

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    Speaking of classmates.

     When she was needed for the production of "Autodale" , Marinette rarely ever saw them. Being the lead role in a long production show would  mess up your schedule one way or another. When she did go into that class, it was filled with people constantly going up to her new, lonely seat in the back and asking were she had been.

    Instead of answering them, she simply shrugged and told them it wasn't their business. This got on their nerves to no end. At one point, Lila was spreading rumors and lies about how she saw Marinette hanging out with some older men (Marinette had to practically nail herself to the seat as she heard Lila "whisper" it to her loyal followers).

   But Mrs. Bustier quickly shot that down and told the class that she knew where she "disappeared to", that it was a safe environment, and that per request of Marinette and her parents, the class wasn't allowed to know. Mrs. Bustier then scolded Lila about telling people things that could lead to trouble, with no proof anyway.        

     Lila then recovered by spilling crocodile tears and saying that she was only trying to help her dear friend Mari.

  Well, at least Ms. Bustier wasn’t a wallflower anymore.

   It was then classmates started to question Lila, not completely doubting her, though. Which made Marinette want to pull her hair out.

   Marinette didn't end up doing that. After all, she had something to look forward too!

    A sneak peek of Autodale was being broadcasted  during an award show after school.  Marinette couldn't wait! Marinette and the rest of the cast had gotten to see it early, and they were impressed with the craftsmanship.

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   The next day, Autodale was all anyone would talk about at school.

   And of course, Lila had to be apart of it.

   "It took them a long time to make the animation that phenomenal. The team poured their hearts and souls into this project. Oh, Hugo is such a good director. He's really nice in real life, too! But, I think that may just be because he has a huge crush on me. 

   “Oh! yeah, I know the secret main actress. She's just secretive and only wants to reveal herself to the public after the episodes are released on Netflix. We're basically besties- sorry Alya! Aww! Of course Alya, I can try to get you an interview with her after the show is released. She might be busy, being the lead role in an anticipated TV and all, but I'll try my best! No problem!"

   Oh the irony. She would've laughed.

   But she was focused with what she said prior to claiming their supposed  "friendship".

    Did Lila know that Morris was a forty year old man and that she had just basically accused him of being a pedophile. That detail probably didn't matter to her. Lila probably would have said it anyway.

    Marinette clenched her fists. Lila could spread all of the lies she wanted (she decided it wasn't worth it after seeing how gullible and unyielding her classmates were), but the fact that she was basically claiming how one of her father figures, with a wife whom he was deeply in love with, was a cheating, flirty pedophile  made her blood boil.

   It must've shown on her face. In a split second, Lila faces her, hiding a small smirk, then loudly proclaimed to her her:

  "Aww! There's no need to be jealous Marinette! I might be able to get her to meet you! But, from what I've told her about you, I don't think she'll want to." Lila shook her head, as if she was pitying her. The class threw sneers her way. 

    Adrien winced, but, once again, did nothing, then looked away.

  Marinette took a deep breath.

 "No, no. That's fine," she smiled.

  Then, with a stroke of luck, she was saved by the bell.

   Thank the Gods for lunch period, she thought.

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  She headed to the locker room. Once they were alone, Tikki emerged from her hiding spot.

 "Are you okay?" Tikki frowned.

 "Yeah, I'll be fine,"  Marinette insisted. "I just feel like talking to Carlos."

  Carlos was one of the many actors and actresses she met on the set. Carlos played Macro, Aubrey's main love interest. He was funny, understanding, and would listen to her rants of frustration. All in all, they had a great relationship with each other.

  Not a romantic one, mind you.

   Carlos was gay.

   She dialed his number, and he almost immediately responded. She put him on speaker.

  "Hey Marshmallow!" Carlos exclaimed

   "Hello, rainbow fish."

  "Let me guess. Lila?" he questioned.

   She sighed, "Yeah. You know me too well."

  "So, what she do this time?"

"She essentially called Hugo a pedophile."

"...What?" He practically hissed.

  "Yep. Said she knew the old man and claimed he had a crush on her."

"That lying two-faced fox." he sneered.

  "She also said she knew the secret lead, that they were practically besties, and then straight up looked at me and proclaimed to everyone that the lead didn't like me."

“Wow. And they actually believed her?

  "They always have been. And Adrien did nothing, again." Tikki handed her one of her cookies. She was missing lunch time.

"Seriously, that Agreste boy needs to grow a pair! I'm starting to think he just doesn't care."

Marinette said nothing. She could practically hear him rubbing his temples.

  "*sigh* Don't worry Marinette. With the pilot episode being released next Tuesday, they'll learn the truth and regret treating you like trash. Everyone will finally know that Lila has been spewing bullshit since she arrived."

  "I really hope so. I'm not sure how long I can take this."

  "Girl, I'm telling you! Transfer schools! It's obvious that they're the type to suck up to influential people. Once they find out you're the secret lead, and MDC, they're gonna clam up to you so fast for clout it's not even funny."

   THAT was another thing she hardly told anyone. A couple of weeks ago, she opened a commission website called MDCDesigns.

   To help her out - and because they believed her clothes were to die for - , Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale began to wear her designs more often. It wasn't long until the Style Queen herself read a review, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn't tearing a brand to shreds.

   In fact, she actually seemed to like her designs.

  "They have potential, I'll admit. Certainly about average. Marvelous designs. " Style Queen said in her review. "If they keep this up, they'll certainly have a spot in the industry." She turned to the cameras. "Also, if you're watching this MDC, know that if we ever meet, I'd like a cream colored faux fur scarf."

  Her website practically crashed due to the insane amount of commissions she had received that night. Ever since then, people have been dying to know who this mysterious designer was. She wondered if opening the shop was a good decision: not because of her career, mind you, but her health.

   Regardless, she was planning to reveal herself after the pilot episode was aired on HBO (not Netflix Lila. If your gonna lie about something, at least research it beforehand)in an interview -with proof, as many people have claimed to be MDC since then.

   She sat there in thought, when she was done thinking she responded.

  "That... that sounds like a good idea. Well, the Earth doesn't revolve around me! How is your trip going yo-"

   Suddenly, she heard footsteps and a door being slammed closed.

   She froze.

    "What was that??!"

   She’d had Carlos on speaker the entire time.

   Someone had been watching her.

    And the person must've heard everything they said.

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Hi!

So, this is my first project, and I’m not sure I wanna continue writing it. If you wanna adopt it, I don’t mind. Positive criticism is welcome! Reblog if you want idc rn.

Also, seriously, Check out the series "Autodale” created by Dead Sound on youtube. It can be a little dark, but I think most people can handle it! It’s amazing!

This is also kinda based off of the tumblr fanfic “After The Week Off”. Huge thanks to  princesslenaakaladykittuna for the link.

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Anyways, have a nice day!

#lila salt #au #MDC #miraculous #class salt #ml #mlb #ml au #WTWK