#sometimes i take a selfie and it's like. oh you can Tell she thinks she's 2013 frances bean cobain

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just friends | lando norris

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

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📍 sass cafe, monaco

👤 bffstagram, landonorris liked by bffstagram, landonorris and 59,203 others

y/nstagram dj lando came out of retirement for the night🤠

landonorris 😎 only for you xx ↳ y/nstagram i'm honoured mr norris 🫡 ↳ fan i love my besties who don't know they're my besties

bffstagram bro my tummy hurts ↳ y/nstagram i'm coming round with coffee and croissants you big baby ↳ bffstagram i love my gf ♥️ y/nstagram

fan i wanna party with y/nlando so BAD dude ↳ y/nstagram if you ever find yourself in monaco hmu xx

user ew flipping off the camera so ladylike ↳ y/nstagram idk your mum quite likes my fingers 🫶 ↳ fan ☠️☠️☠️ i love her

fan bffstagram is so hot, i need her ↳ bffstagram thank u babycakes 💗

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y/nstagram rainy days in monaco 🌧️

lilymhe i deserve financial compensation for the emotional turmoil tfios sent me through ↳ y/nstagram don't,,, sat and sobbed my eyes out at the last 100 pages

fan how to lose a guy in 10 days... tfios... who hurt you y/n? ↳ y/nstagram hahahah nothing like that! i promise i'm all good!

bffstagram i still have a headache from crying at that book, next time i choose what we're reading for book club ↳ y/nstagram BORINGGGGG who doesn't love doomed romance? ↳ fan you guys have a book club? thats so cute 😭 ↳ y/nstagram yep! it's me, bff, kika, lily and flavy!! ↳ alexandrasaintmleux and no one thought to invite me?? ↳ y/nstagram come join us babe!! ❤️

landonorris wow, didn't take you for a sappy romance reader ↳ y/nstagram there's a lot you don't know about me comment deleted ↳ y/nstagram tfios can make even the iciest bitch cry (it's me, i'm the icy bitch)

landonorris also answer ur damn texts ↳ y/nstagram sorry idk how to read suddenly ↳ fan The Lando Norris gets aired, there's hope for the rest of the bitchless community ↳ landonorris dude...

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f1gossip Eagle eyed Sass Cafe goers managed to capture Lando Norris getting cosy with an unknown blonde girl. Rumoured girlfriend Y/N L/N was nowhere to be seen. Trouble in paradise for the young duo?

fan delete this rn y'all are fucking up my y/nlando chances

fan rumoured girlfriend?? i thought they were just friends ↳ fan that's what they both say, but they're always very close whenever they've been seen out together ↳ fan i'm pretty sure there was like a super grainy photo of them kissing but you can't really tell if it's either of them ↳ fan hey how about we don't speculate on people's love lives???

fan y/n has been absent from social media for like a month too ... its so over for us y/nlando'ers

fan her instagram is girlstagram! from what i could see before she went private, she posted a selfie of her and lando and they looked very close ↳ fan damn the fbi needs to hire you or smth

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y/nstagram thuggin it out (i've listened to your best american girl 34 times today i think bffstagram is about to smother me with a pillow)

fan um who hurt my bestie ???

fan whoever hurt y/n must die at the hand of my sword

fan lando norris i am in your walls FIX THIS

bffstagram i would never smother you xx also come out of ur room it is boring as FUCK out here ↳ y/nstagram damn cant a girl go through it in peace? ↳ bffstagram absolutely not, i have wine and nibbles get out here NEOOWWW or i'm breaking into ur room ↳ y/nstagram the door is open babygirl

fan ik this is a parasocial friendship but are you ok y/n? ☹️ we love you ↳ y/nstagram oh sweetie ❤️ i'll be fine, sometimes you just gotta be a lil sad y'know? thank you for asking, ily ❤️ ↳ fan ily, take care of yourself 🥺 ♥️ y/nstagram

estebanocon chérie, i don't know what's wrong but i hope you're ok! lets grab coffee soon, flavy misses you! ☺️ ↳ y/nstagram thank u este 🫶🥺 text me when you're free! tell flavy i love her 💗 ↳ flavy.barla i love you too 💕 ♥️ y/nstagram

fan no lando like, i have one (1) fear ↳ fan do not even speak that into the universe

fan after f1gossips post, i have my speculations ↳ fan dude, if he fumbled y/n he really will be lando nowins

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y/npriv absolutely not thuggin it out lads

flavy.barla chouchou (sweetheart) 💔 that's it, me and este are taking you out for lunch tomorrow ↳ y/nstagram nooo don't let me ruin your date time!! ↳ flavy.barla nope it's already done! este's booked that little restaurant you like on pl. du casino ↳ y/nstagram le salon rose?? oh i could do a little weep, i love you guys 😭 ↳ flavy.barla we love you so so much y/n 💕

lilymhe i will hit him with my golf clubs ↳ y/nstagram i haven't even mentioned anyone? ↳ lilymhe we all know their name rhymes with bando borris ↳ y/nstagram wdym we all know? who else knows? ↳ flavy.barla ... me ↳ alexandrasaintmleux ^ ↳ francisca.c.gomes ^ ↳ lilynzeimer ^ ↳ heidiberger_ ^ ↳ carmenmmundt ^ ↳ kellypiquet ^ ↳ iamrebeccad ^ ↳ y/nstagram ok ok i get it damn

kellypiquet want me to ask max to rear end him with his race car? ↳ y/nstagram as if max would ever be behind lando ↳ kellypiquet 😳😳😳 ↳ y/nstagram i may l*ve him but i am also a realist ↳ y/nstagram ok no i do feel bad

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[caption 1: love of my life, apple of my eye, the thelma to my louise 💖 @/flavy.barla] [caption 2: damn stole my girl from right in front of me 😔 @/estebanocon @/flavy.barla]

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flavy.barla mon ange (my angel), you know you're the only one for me 💕 ↳ y/nstagram tell that to your giant of a boyfriend :(

estebanocon i'm not a giant 😠 ↳ y/nstagram stop reading flavy's messages weirdo ↳ y/nstagram but on a real note, thank you for dinner, i really needed it ↳ estebanocon of course, i'm not sure what lando's done but we hate seeing you so sad ↳ y/nstagram who said it had anything to do with lando? ↳ estebanocon whenever me and flavy have an argument she pulls out the mitski lyrics, i know the signs ↳ y/nstagram that's different, you and flavy are dating ↳ estebanocon and you and lando aren't???? ↳ y/nstagram what? no? we're just friends ↳ estebanocon oh mon amie naïve (my naive friend) friends don't look at each other the way the two of you do

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anyone interested in a part 2?

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[iceunhie]

voicelines about you: as their lover !

featuring: imbibitor lunae, jing yuan, gepard. (+ jingliu and kafka)

notes: headcanons! some might be ooc HELP. i couldn't resist writing for hsr man… also jingliu and kafka sneak bc mmm i love morally questionable women 🤩. gn!reader. reader is not trailblazer. some fluff, some angst (?) kinda. reblogs are very much appreciated!

Imbibitor Lunae (Danheng IL)

About [Name]: They're one of the few people who's never condemned me for Danfeng's sins, nor ever tried to get me to own up to them. Their presence is very comforting to me. My lover? *coughs* Y-yes, they are.

About [Name]: Selfies Aside from March, [Name] always seems to ask me to take photos with their camera. Hm? No, I don't really mind. If it makes them feel happy, then that's enough reason for me to agree.

About [Name]: Photo Albums [Name] made an Express photo album with March yesterday. Yeah, pictures of our adventures and memories, according to them. It's in the Data Bank, so just ask me if you want to take a look at it.

Gepard Landau

About [Name]: [Name] is the most amazing individual I've met. Their determination and their will to pursue their goals to the fullest… I'm proud to call them my lover. Oh, ah… Was that too forward?

About [Name]: Lending a Hand Oftentimes, Serval asks [Name] to help her carry some things for her workshop. Although the times I get to personally help out are rare due to my duties, I still make it a point to support them by asking the Silvermane Guards to keep an eye out for them and help carry my sister's things for them if it's too heavy. Of course. They're always my top priority.

About Serval: Nagging Every time Serval stops by my post, it usually means [Name]'s run into some difficulties, which I try to help them out in. While her telling me about my lover's state is greatly appreciated, she always nags and teases me being a fool for them and… *sigh* No, it's alright, really. I'm thankful that my sister cares about [Name] and goes out of her way to talk to them for me. Still, I do hope her nagging would decrease next time.

Jing Yuan

About [Name]: Hm? [Name]? Yes, they're indeed my lover. Hehe, now that you've brought them up, I should go look for them. I'm afraid I've grown so used to the feeling of laying my head on their lap that no other pillow can suffice. Ah, what a predicament…

About [Name]: Spending Time Together While I do enjoy dozing off, [Name] makes a point to let me rest at a more appropriate place, instead of at the Seat of The Divine Foresight, buried under a mountain of paperwork. Oftentimes, I do as they say, but when I'm not and just craving their presence… Heh, now that's another matter entirely.

(BONUS! - Yanqing's Voiceline) About [Name]: Oh, [Name]? They always give me some extra allowance for buying swords, buying me sweets and food I like… Of course I won't say no to that! Sometimes, them being with me when I'm being scolded by the General for my expenses helps a lot. Probably because they're the only one the General can't say no to.

Jingliu

About [Name]: ….Do you really think you have the right to know about them? This is a warning. Try to ask again and perhaps you'll be faced with the end of my blade as my answer.

About [Name]: Soothed The whispers of the marastruck, succumbing to the Abundance… They are the only one able to calm the storm of my thoughts. For that, I am grateful for their patience and their kindness.

(BONUS 2! - Jing Yuan's Voiceline) About Name: While Master's current state is one of irreparable damage, at the very least… She has someone to hold onto while she grapples with the curse of mara. Even if I don't quite believe she's the Jingliu I knew from before, I know that her feelings for [Name] are sincere. I just hope she doesn't end up hurting them in the process.

Kafka

About [Name]: Aha, now thats a question I didn't expect to hear from you. My lover? Yes, [Name] is that to me. I very much enjoy their love and affection, you know. Even if it isn't on the script, I'd still mention them. Quite romantic of me, no?

About [Name]: Trophy They always, always chide me about me ruining my velvet coats when we finish up a script. What's wrong with a little blood? I keep most of them as trophies. There's one I'm especially fond of, too. They think it's rather embarassing that I keep the coat from the time they got injured on the job. Although the stains have long since turnt black, there's still a faint scent of iron in it. Hm? What do I mean by that? Heh, let's just say I don't take any harm coming to [Name] lightly. While they call it a reminder of their lack of caution, I'd rather call it a little show of my affection~

About [Name]: Destiny's Course Elio refused to tell me about what my future with them would be, saying that the path in that choice is quite difficult to discern, and I think it's for the best. I suppose if [Name] decided to leave the Stellaron Hunters, hm, would locking them up till they can't leave me anymore suffice….? Haha, just kidding. I wouldn't let them leave in the first place.

© 𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐄𝐄𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

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Abby’s Camera Roll

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Ellie’s version

Tags/ cw: fluff, some suggestive themes

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A timelapsed video of her and Alice from dawn till the sun is up, going on a run at the park.

A photo of her that you secretly took while she was driving, zoomed incredibly close to her face with a random Snapchat filter on.

A photo of you both on her bed, sat cross legged with you behind her. Abby’s smiling with her eyes closed - because it was taken mid-blink - as she holds a small mirror up to her face to see how well you’re braiding her hair for her. You’re in matching pyjamas.

A photo of her freezer after all the meal prep she did.

The first three pages of “The 25th hour” - David Benioff, downloaded from the internet.

A video of Abby in bed and half asleep on your chest. It’s almost pitch black except for a small nightlight and the background noise is cut up from the fan going in the room. You can just make out how she’s buried her face into your neck and how you’ve got your fingers intertwined into her now very loose braid. And all the while, she’s muttering soft things about you, making a small smile appear on your face - and that only makes her say more to see it grow wider.

A saved TikTok of date ideas, showing a thrift date where you both buy each other outfits in the other’s style and wear it on your date.

A mirror selfie of you two wearing each others clothing styles in the bathroom of a small restaurant.

A Live Photo of the exact moment you drop your drink down your shirt.

A video of you smiling while walking home, with Abby next to you shivering harshly. You may have stolen her jacket to cover up the massive drink stain you left on your shirt, much to her dismay.

A screenshot of a text thread between you and Abby, just taking turns typing out the lyrics to your self proclaimed “couple song” in all-caps.

A screen recording of a four minute voice message Owen sent to Abby, begging for her to take him back.

A screen recording of a voice message sent back to him, being exactly one and a half minutes of you and her crying of laughter at what he said.

A video of you and Abby in bed both in your phones. You look at her and try to play out the orange peel joke you saw people doing on TikTok. “Baby? I kinda feel like an orange right now.” She pauses what she’s watching and thinks for a moment, turning to you, “Oh, I mean sometimes I feel like I’m a tomato.” The video cuts off for a second, like it for edited out, before it picked up again to your suppressed giggles as you tell her what you meant, “well how the fuck was I supposed to know-” “Abby how the fuck do you feel like a tomato sometimes-”

A gym pic of Abby’s arms after her workout.

A screenshot of your anything but holy replies to the picture after she sent it to you.

A video of Abby hip thrusting your body weight while shit eating grin is plastered on her face.

A very long, very crazy voice message this time, which you sent in response to that.

A selfie of her and Manny, after he passed out on her couch shit-faced drunk. She’s smiling while his mouth is wide open mid snore.

A Snapchat of Abby slowly putting marshmallows one by one in his mouth, after she realised he wasn’t gonna close it any time soon.

A Snapchat of Abby being pelted by marshmallows with yelling in the background about three minutes later.

A video of you walking up to Abby as she’s working on something at her desk. You’re grinning as you walk up to where she’s sat and position the phone somewhere on the table that captures the two of you in frame. As she looks up to see what you’re up to, you lean down and give her a kiss on the cheek and climb into her lap, facing her. And slowly, she starts to cup your face in her hands and reciprocate with small pecks separated with “I love you”s between each one. Work forgotten, her hands then travel lower and lower, your back now arching into her as you deepen the kisses, smiling against her lips. However the video ends abruptly, your phone overheating from recording too long.

Downloaded pictures from a proper camera, containing 37 snapshots of Abby’s trip down the coast with her her friends. You couldn’t make it because of your schedule so she made sure to show you all of them.

Photos of each image now printed with annotations on the back of each one - explaining everything she did and when, so that you didn’t feel left out.

Photo of both her and your work calendars, making sure that you’re both clear for a 3 week vacation just in time for your anniversary.

Screenshots of your Pinterest board of wedding stuff.

Screenshots of your Pinterest board of wedding stuff that Abby sent to herself.

A Live photo of you both at the airport, ready to go on your vacation.

A video of the plane growing faster and faster on the runway before taking flight. The camera focuses on the window for a few more seconds before panning to Abby, who seems to be furiously texting something before she gets caught with her phone off airplane mode. She’s probably planning something for work, you think.

A photo of a small and private venue at the vacation spot Abby booked for your anniversary to surprise you.

A bank statement showing her payment of $5238.99 and her signature.

A photo of the receipt she signed at the jewellery store right after.

A photo of extra plane tickets to the vacation that she secretly got without you knowing.

A screenshot of Abby’s friends saying they got there safely and were ready to start the plan.

Screen recording of the voice message she sent to everyone explaining what to do for that night to be perfect.

A picture of your clothes for the night, so she knew how to colour coordinate with you.

A video of you checking your appearance in the car right before you get out to the venue. If you looked close enough in your peripheral, you would have noticed Abby very nervously doing the same.

A photo of the entree.

Photo of the main course.

Photo of your drinks and dessert.

Selfie you took of the both of you now sitting side by side after eating the dinner, your head on Abby’s shoulder.

A video taken from far away by Abby’s friends, showing you almost crying from happiness after you realise why she took you here for your anniversary. And if you hadn’t put two and two together by then, the ring Abby was putting on your finger would have answered every question you still had about the trip.

A photo of the both of you sitting side by side a couple minutes after she proposed to you, your head buried in Abby’s shoulder to hide your flustered and overjoyed face.

And an imported photo Abby’s friends helped secretly take, showing the exact moment she got on one knee. It was perfect, you think to yourself.

#tlou2 #abby anderson #the last of us 2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson the last of us 2 #the last of us #tlou

[the-roo-too]

too well -> ex! oh haewon

-despite telling everyone you moved on and were fine with how things were, you really didn’t forget too well

warnings: y’all broke up lols; writhe this in one sitting might be bad

genre: exes to lovers; fluff

notes: happy birthday to my pretty wife. most amazing girl ever. mwah 👩‍❤️‍👩👩‍❤️‍👩👩‍❤️‍👩

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you always hated that part of you that could never forget. because despite being hurt because of your dream, you still pursued it. it was hard back when you debuted, but it seemed even harder now that your group just had their second anniversary.

it’s been two years since nmixx debuted. it’s been two years and a month since you and oh haewon, aka your current leader broke up.

as one may guess, being bandmates with your ex was very awkward. and painful. and those were your thoughts exactly as you sat on your bed, in your room that you shared with lily.

she was looking at you with almost pitiful gaze, making you frown slightly. she knew there was tension between the two of you. it only thickened now, because your leader’s birthday was coming up.

“so… you know what you want to give her?” lily broke the silence, much to your dismay. “she will probably show off our gifts on a live so if you don’t give her anything-“

“i know, unnie.” you cut her off. “i know. i just- if i give her something thoughtful, she’ll think i’m not over her…”

“you definitely aren’t.”

you rolled your eyes at the remark. “yes i am. that’s besides the point. if i give her something stupid, nswers will pick up on the fact that there’s something wrong…”

“y/n.” lily facepalmed. “the tension between the two of you is so thick i could cut it with a damn knife. everyone can see y’all aren’t good- hell, lia unnie was asking me just two days ago why the ‘sweet’ leader is glaring daggers at you.”

“it’s fine.” you had a feeling you both know that’s a lie. “i’ll think of something.”

“can’t you just buy her something you know she loves?”

“i don’t remember-“

“liar.” she immediately shut you down. sometimes you hated how well your members knew you especially her.

“i just-“ taking a deep breath, you glanced at your bedside table. there, hidden a little behind your lamp, sat a photo of you and haewon on one of your dates.

for some bizarre reason, you could never bring yourself to get rid of it.

the picture was taken by her on her birthday. she forced you to pose for a selfie before kissing your cheek while you were focused on the camera.

noticing how your eyes wandered, lily chuckled softly. “you’re terrible at this.”

“unnie, please, shut up. i’m over it.”

“over her?”

“over everything.”

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haewon laid in her bed, her body seemingly relaxed. if you didn’t know her well enough, you wouldn’t be able to see the internal turmoil she seemed to be facing just by the way her nose scrunched up softly.

she was alone in her dorm room, her roomie on a ‘sleepover’ with the younger members. maybe that was for the better, she could be alone with her thoughts.

the thought of you kept bothering her. it made sense when they debuted, it was a month after your breakup. it was annoying but still bearable a year later. now, with their second anniversary, the memory felt bittersweet.

sometimes, haewon wished things would go differently. maybe the company wouldn’t be pushing the both of you so much. maybe you two would have stayed friends until debuting.

so many what ifs…

as much as she tried to force herself to stop missing you, a part of her knew you’d always have her heart. even if what you had was at first a silly romance between two trainees, she cursed herself out for ruining what might’ve been her endgame.

there were moments where haewon wished she could just… forget you. or you her. then, you’d stop looking at her like that.

like she was your worst enemy.

just like you, she just didn’t forget too well.

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practice. practice. practice. everyday looks like that. you glanced at your phone.

the group was currently having a water break, which you were using to take some photos for the fans. your eyes lingered on the lock screen. it’s a picture of the group. you kind of hate it. maybe because you’re standing on the opposite side of haewon. maybe because you’re even there with her in the first place.

your gaze moved on the date. 23th of february. two days left. you’re gonna waste today practicing, then probably spend time with your members not her to unwind a little.

tomorrow is saturday. the last chance you have to get haewon something.

lily’s suggestion pops up in your mind. something haewon likes. something she always wanted.

haewon wasn’t really materialistic back when the two of you were together. she’d rather cuddle with you on valentines than you buying her this big gift you could barely afford as a trainee.

what do you get someone like that?

you’re clearly overthinking this. kyujin is probably getting her a plush or something.

why was it so hard?

you forced your mind to go back, remember everything from two years ago. every little thing she mentioned on your dates.

in the back of your head you cursed yourself for remembering everything about her.

that sweater she mentioned on your second-to-last date, she already bought it. the silly plush she saw online, received from a fan on a fan sign.

everything you could think of, she already had.

last week she was talking about some plant while the group was driving back from one of the album promotions. bae is probably getting her that. you wondered for a second why you knew that detail. you tried your best not to focus on her back then.

weird.

you’re forced away from your thoughts as the dance instructor snaps her fingers in front your face. seeing your other members looking at you, you quickly apologised and ran to your choreographed position.

damn you, oh haewon.

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she kept her eyes on you the whole practice, involuntarily. no matter how much haewon tried to tear her gaze away, you were like a magnet for her eyes.

god, she hated it.

every time you would turn in her direction, she’d have to look away. she couldn’t bear to look into your eyes and see the hatred you always bore towards her.

now after practice, they had time to unwind. unwind as in watch a random movie that was kind of well rated on netflix.

haewon could feel on her skin every time you looked at her. it was a thing she picked up when the two of you started dating. or maybe when she picked up on the innocent crush you seemed to have on her. or maybe when she realised she was also crushing.

she hated how she could feel you didn’t even spare her a glance.

a soft sight left her lips as she allowed her head to rest on bae’s shoulder. the younger girl looked at her leader surprised. the sudden display of affection wasn’t unusual for haewon, yet the way she seemed so out of touch made jinsol get curious.

“you good, haewon unnie?” she whispered, leaning a little to speak into the leader’s ear.

haewon’s brown scrunched momentarily before she nodded. “yeah. why?”

“you just seem.. distracted, i guess.”

„hm.” despite how much they tried not to alert the other members, she could feel your gaze on her for a split second. „just thinking. i’m turning old, you know?”

she received a punch to the shoulder by lily, who sat on her side. if the oldest could hear their whispers, the rest could probably too. you too.

you suddenly stood up from the couch and yawned in a way that was obviously fake. no one commented on that though. kyujin reached out for the pilot and paused the movie.

„i’m sleepy already…” a sheepish grin appeared on your face, but your eyes weren’t bright like when you grinned at her. „sorry guys, i’ll head back to bed.”

„do you want me to come too?” lily asked. she didn’t want to wake you up later when coming inside the room.

„no, unnie. you were enjoying that move, i don’t wanna ruin your fun… night night, everyone!”

just like during practice, her eyes were glued to you the whole time. only when your silhouette disappeared up the staircase, she felt the other’s eyes on her.

jiwoo let out a loud, exaggerated groan, clearly expressing her dismay. „unnie, you’re being so obvious!”

„i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

„don’t act dumb, haewon.” at that moment, she kind of hated being the second oldest in the room.

„i’m not acting anything.” she hissed out before apologising quickly. with a deep breath, she glanced between her members. all of them were looking at her expectingly. „…what?”

„are you guys okay…?” yoona frowns at her own question, realising how stupid it is. all of them know you used to date. they thought you guys were the cutest as trainees. „sorry, that’s dumb. but, unnie, she left when you started talking to jinsol-„

„because she hates me.”

lily wanted to rip her hair out by now. she was so tired of this little stupid banter you guys had going on for the past two years. „i swear to god, the only one who hates you will soon be me if i hear one of you complaining about the other one again… she’s still in love with you!”

haewon almost snorted at that comment. „right. so in love my mere presence makes her uncomfortable. my bad for not noticing.”

lily scowled deeply and covered her face with her hands in despair. jinsol sitting next to her gently pat her shoulder with a chuckle.

„guys, i don’t know why you all seem to think she likes me… but this is just stupid.”

„she’s been worrying over a gift for your birthday for a couple days now.” lily suddenly said. she felt half bad for revealing that, but you’d thank her in the long run. “she basically thinks about you all of the time.”

“…she does?” the shy grin that appeared on haewon’s face made all of them smile.

“yeah. you guys are so in love it hurts to look at.”

her grin slowly fell from her face, making them groan. “we’re not. at least, she isn’t. i might head out to bed too. sorry for spoiling the mood, guys.”

“you didn’t spoil anything-“ kyujin didn’t have time to say more as the leader quickly retreated to her own room.

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haewon hated how she wasted the 24th of february. after the short morning practice session they had, most of the group went out. some wanted to do shopping, others just went to hang out with friends.

she stayed in her room the whole day, practicing songs on her guitar and just resting after the tiring week.

a couple hours later, she stood in the dorm’s kitchen, nursing a cup of tea. it would probably keep her up during the night, but tomorrow was sunday. sundays were never that busy.

out of the five members that left the dorms that day (yoona had invited a friend over, but the girl was gone by now), four cane back.

haewon hasn’t seen you the whole day. it worried her, because she was the leader. no other reason.

she took out her phone from her pocket. two minutes after midnight. so she was now 21… how the time flies.

still no texts from you. she had texted you both on the nmixx chat and in private. you saw both messages, yet replied to none.

suddenly, the sound of someone unlocking the doors made her stop thinking about you. hastily turning around to spot the intruder, she accidentally dropped her cup of tea.

just then, you appeared in the room, still in your coat and with a silly birthday bag in your hand.

“haewon? what are you doing here? it’s midnight.” she was too busy paying attention to the broken pieces of the cup on the floor around her to notice how you didn’t call her ‘unnie’.

noticing her dismay, you placed the bag on the couch and took of your coat quickly, before waking over to her. when you noticed the broken pieces on the floor around her, you gasped slightly. judging by the bits of wetness around, she was probably drinking her night tea. a stupid habit you tried to force her out of back when you were together. she’d always stay up late when worying, nursing a cup of tea to keep her standing.

that was not the time to think about the past though.

“shit, don’t move…” you quickly went to get a sweep and started collecting the glass pieces. haewon was frozen staring at the ground.

when you finished your task and wiped the spilled tea, you briefly checked if she was hurt. thankfully she wasn’t.

standing up, you wanted to ask if she was okay. for some reason, that felt like a weird thing to do.

before you could speak, haewon opened her mouth. “i’m sorry.”

“for what? the cup or not helping?”

“for breaking up with you.” oh. that was not something you wanted to hear now. two years ago? sure. now that you forced yourself to say you were moved on? not exactly.

“…don’t be dumb, haewon.”

“unnie.” she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “i-i like when you call me that. makes it seem like you don’t hate me after all.”

“unnie, i don’t hate you.”

“liar.” she turned to look into your eyes, and you gasped when you saw they were glazed over. “you despise me.”

“no. you know damn well i could never hate you.” you whisper against your better judgement.

a tense silence lingered in the kitchen for a while. she wanted to add something. you could feel it. you could always read her so well, even if you didn’t want to.

“don’t be sorry.” you say before she could. “you did what you thought was best.”

“but i was wrong.”

“unnie, let’s not dwell on the past…”

“but i love you.” her statement made you freeze.

“no.” you felt your own eyes watering. “no, you don’t get to do that. not after all this time.”

“i loved you all of this time.”

“then why?” you looked at her accusingly, making her heart break. “why would you break up with me?!”

“because the company would make us break up sooner or later. they would give us an ultimatum to either breakup or leave and i knew you’d abandon your dream of being an idol…”

tears were falling from her eyes too. she slowly came closer, her arms draping around you in a comforting manner.

“because i wanted to be an idol with you.”

“then do it.” she whispered. “let me make it up to you.”

“…” she smiled slightly when she felt you hugging her back. “okay. happy birthday, unnie.”

you glanced at the bag you earlier placed on the couch. “i got you a gift…”

“you’re the best gift i could ever ask for.”

“you know it will take time for us to be… normal, right?”

“i’m willing to fight for us this time.”

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Working Title | Chapter 20

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC Series Rating: Mature, 18+ Word Count: 5.4k Series Masterlist | AO3 Chapter 20 Chapter Summary: The girls head to LA for the audition. Chapter Warnings: Brief alcohol mention. Swearing. Alternating POVs. Some angst, Body image issues. People being mean online. Allusions to Dieter's past. A/N: I can’t believe we’ve made it to the penultimate chapter of this series. This has been my first foray into fanfic writing and these two mean so much to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading and spending some time in this little world!

“Cheers,” Sam smiled clinking the neck of his beer with Dieter’s glass. 

The two made some small talk, mostly about the show and whether or not they thought it was actually going to be picked up or not.

“Do you have anything lined up after this is done?” He studied Dieter, who sat absentmindedly swirling his Old Fashioned in one hand.

“Nah, I haven’t come across anything that interests me. Might take some time off.”

“Must be nice,” Sam scoffed, wincing as he ran his hand through his hair. He hated it when his mouth worked faster than his brain. “Sorry, that probably sounded worse than I meant it. I just…I’m not in a position to take a lot of time off you know?”

Although he had been working for a while, Sam still hadn’t gotten his “big break” so every project felt really important to him.

“No man, it’s all good. I get it, I’ve been there. Hell…five years ago no one wanted to hire me. I’m just now starting to get people to somewhat take me seriously, again,” he chuckled to himself as his mind wandered to a dark place before quickly returning to the present. 

“Well, they can’t take your Oscar away huh?” Sam offered a small smile and cleared his throat to change the subject. “You thinking of going out to see the girls sometime in Toronto? I’m trying to plan a trip.”

“Yeah, I was …ah…actually thinking of maybe renting a house out there. You know, since I’ll have the time,” Dieter scratched the back of his head.

“No way! That’s an awesome idea! Belle must be so excited about it…” he scrunched his face and Dieter took a sip of his drink. “She knows right?”

“I haven’t told her yet, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise,” Dieter smiled softly.

“Oh well, I’m sure she’ll feel a whole lot better taking the job knowing you’ll be there,” Sam offered, taking a swig of his beer.

“She say anything to you?” 

“Not in so many words. But based on what Indy and I were talking about…you know…with she and I…I can only imagine the same applies to the two of you,” he set his beer down and looked Dieter in the eyes. “She’s fallen really hard, you know that right?”

Dieter chuckled, “Well however hard she’s fallen I’m like 10 times worse.”

Both of their phones buzzed at the same time as they both quickly lunged for their respective devices.

“Ah, well looks like they made it on the plane,” Sam smiled, tapping away.

Belle: Made it on the plane!

Dieter: I hope you have a safe flight. Try and sleep. You’ll be there when you wake up.

Belle: I wish I could sleep on planes. I’m checking what movies they have

Dieter: Do they have any of my stuff? That will make you fall asleep. 😜

Belle: No silly watching it would make me miss you too much.

Dieter: 💗

Belle: gotta go - they’re telling us to turn off the phones. I love you 😘

Dieter: Wait! Since I can’t hear you say goodnight, can I get a picture?

Belle smirked, feeling the warmth in her cheeks as she snapped a quick selfie.

Dieter: Good night beautiful. Tell me when you land. xo

Indy sported the biggest smile as she switched her phone to airplane mode. Glancing over she caught you staring at your lock screen — a selfie of you and Dieter from your hike around Waimea Canyon.

“Thanks for coming with me B,” she nudged your arm with her elbow, pulling you out of your daydream. 

“Of course, this is exciting. Are you getting nervous?”

“Nah, I got this,” she winked. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah babe, of course,” she turned her body towards you. “What’s up?”

“Have you and Sam talked about things? Like what’s going to happen next?”

Indy looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt with a small smile. “Yeah…we’ve talked about it. Truthfully it makes me a little scared. I really like him B and I…I don’t know what’s next for us. Sure he can come out and visit, but he needs to work too.”

“For what it’s worth, he really likes you too,” you covered her hand with yours, rubbing circles with your thumb. “And I think he’s a great guy so I’m rooting for you.”

She rested her head on your shoulder, “Thanks B. At first I thought this was going to be just some on-set fling or whatever but I can see this going somewhere,” she smirked as you looked at her with a silent squeal. 

“I knew it,” you winked.

“Try and get some sleep, ok? I know how you get,” she smirked as she rummaged through her bag to find the novelty sleeping mask you got her years ago. The “Sleeping Beauty” stitching, a nod to her Disney Princess past, was starting to fade. She put on her noise-canceling headphones and was asleep before the wheels left the tarmac, leaving you to sort out how to entertain yourself for the next five and a half hours. 

You aimlessly scrolled through the various television shows and documentaries given as in-flight entertainment options, unable to find something that grabbed your interest. Once the flight attendant delivered your ginger ale and pretzels, you decided to get serious about finding a movie. Doing some quick math, you figured you could probably watch at least two.

When you reached the “C’s” in the menu, your stomach did a little flip seeing the thumbnail for Cliff Beasts 6. You remember when the movie came out and how you had to drag Indy to go see it, tolerating all of the teasing because you just had to see the latest Dieter flick. You’ve endured so many different films and TV shows just to get a chance to watch him; Cliff Beasts 6 was no exception. His over-the-top, cartoonish accent made you laugh despite the absolute trainwreck of a plot. 

Seeing Dieter on the little screen mounted in the seatback in front of you gave you butterflies. The last couple of weeks were such a whirlwind. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever meet him in person let alone everything else that’s transpired. You felt like you were living in an alternate reality. 

With a smile now permanently affixed to your face, you watched and focused less on the movie and more on how quickly you’ve grown to love this man. His nervous energy, his smile, his laugh, his hair, of course. The way he knew how to strike that balance of gentle and comforting with a little edge that made you want to give him anything and everything. By this point, you were about halfway through the movie and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy.

The guys decided to call it a night after a couple of drinks due to Sam’s early call time (and the fact that he hadn’t read through his scenes yet). Dieter’s call time got pushed back, but he was desperate to return to his room to wallow and track Belle’s flight. 

Once in his suite, he made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water along with a box of cookies, and went to his room. Instead of sitting on his side, he settled into Belle’s side of the bed, traces of her perfume and shampoo still on the pillow. He searched for her flight on his phone and studied the route while eating a cookie, the crumbs falling on his shirt and onto the bed. 

The girls had a few couple hours until they were to land in Los Angeles and his mind was abuzz, flipping through various thoughts like a Rolodex. He hoped it was a smooth flight and wondered what Belle was doing, wishing she was able to get some sleep. He was curious about how the audition would go for Indy. He knew she was a lock for the role so he needed to stop thinking of “ifs” and start thinking of “whens.” 

Sleep was a lost cause so he grabbed the remote. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep until he knew she was safe on the ground. Flipping through the channels, he came across Alien and decided to stop and keep it on as background noise as he continued to do some research on his tablet. He found a couple of places in Toronto and fired off emails to Liz so she could investigate further. 

Time crawled by. Something else was on TV but Dieter didn’t pay it any mind. He was scrolling through photos on his phone, landing on a candid he took of Belle one morning. She looked so peaceful, a hint of a smile on her face as she lay on her side facing him, the sheet just barely covering her. 

He closed his eyes wishing she was next to him. He ran his hand over his face, his breath hitched just a bit smelling the smallest trace of her musk still on his fingers. It sent an electric pulse down his body, remembering how just a few hours ago her mouth was where his hand had drifted to. His slow strokes picked up as he replayed some of their more intimate moments in his head. It didn’t take long before he found his release, left panting as he reached for his phone. 

One more hour.

He cleaned himself up and stepped outside smiling as he looked across at the adjacent balcony, remembering that morning. He stared out into the darkness, hearing the rhythmic sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach below. It was lulling him to sleep, but before he closed his eyes he set an alarm on his phone.

You were woken up when the flight attendants made one last pass through the cabin before taking their seats for the approach to LAX. “Psst,” you gently shook Indy. 

She groaned, pulling off her sleeping mask with a pout. “I need the largest, most obnoxious coffee concoction when we land.”

“You got it,” you giggled. 

You reached for your phone, itching to be able to turn it off airplane mode so you could text Dieter. The moment the tires made contact with the tarmac, both you and Indy were furiously tapping away at your phones. You felt butterflies when a message came through before you could send one. 

Dieter: My bed felt empty 😞 Hope you were able to get some sleep. I miss you.

You grinned like an absolute idiot at your phone at the selfie he sent complete with his signature arched eyebrow and pursed lips. He was in bed underneath the covers. His broad shoulders took up the whole frame and his hair was as unruly as ever, but what stood out to you most was his sweet smile and gentle, but tired, eyes. 

Belle: Just landed 🙂 You’re still up?!

Dieter: I took a little power nap 😉 

Dieter: I wanted to make sure you got there ok. 

Beside you, Indy whispered into her phone to Sam using a baby voice. Normally this would have made you cringe, but seeing her this happy was actually really sweet. 

Belle: All good. Safe and sound 🙂 You should get some rest.

Dieter: For later tonight? 😏

Belle: lol whatever gets you to sleep a little

Dieter: Yes ma’am

Dieter: Keep me updated. Even if I fall back asleep it will be nice to wake up to your name on my phone. 

Belle: 😘

Belle: I’ll try not to bother you too much

Dieter: You’re never a bother sweetheart

Dieter breathed a sigh of relief knowing the girls made it safely. The anxiety of the last several hours coupled with the lack of sleep finally caught up to him and before he knew it, his eyes fluttered closed as his phone slipped from his hand and onto the carpet.

Getting off the plane through the airport and to the car service was a bit of a blur thanks to the small gaggle of paparazzi armed with cameras, cellphones, and ring lights. Seeing the paps at a place like LAX was pretty standard given all of the celebrities, but what was uncommon was for you and Indy to be the targets of their attention. Once they spotted you, they descended, shouting both of your names as Rhys tried his best to shield you while ushering you to the waiting car. They yelled all at once and you could only make out a phrase or two from each.

“Are you dating Dieter Bravo?”

“Did you and Dieter break up?”

“Belle, can you give us a smile?”

“What the fuck?” Indy huffed as she scooted into the back of the SUV behind you. 

“How’d they know my name?” Your face scrunched up as you looked out the back window.

“Someone must have tipped them off, I swear I didn’t set that up!” Rhys looked back from the front seat before turning around to furiously type on his phone. 

You and Indy exchanged a confused look. “I can see them knowing you Ind, but me?”

“Well, you are dating Dieter fucking Bravo…” she smirked, before switching to a more serious tone. “I’m sorry B, it sucks. It’s one thing if he were here with you; I know how unnerving this whole thing can be. But you rocked it! Your first paparazzi swarm!” She gave an encouraging smile, trying to make you laugh to get your mind off the path it would inevitably go down.

You sat a bit dumbfounded, trying to process. You are dating Dieter fucking Bravo. You are in love with him and he’s in love with you. But all of this kind of attention wasn't something you wanted. Your mind started to spiral thinking about what life would be like with Dieter outside of your little bubble. Whether going out on a date or taking a trip to the grocery store, he was recognizable and your life would always be on display for others to judge and scrutinize.

Deep in thought, you didn’t even register the SUV pulling up to Indy’s apartment. She quickly unlocked the door and ushered you all in, knowing there was limited time for her to take a quick shower and freshen up. Rhys stepped out to make a couple of phone calls while you laid out your kit on the vanity in her bedroom. Once you were all set up, you plopped on the bed and pulled out your phone. Even though you figured (and hoped) he was asleep, you decided to fire off a message to Dieter.

Belle: Sorry it’s been a bit chaotic but we’re at Indy’s now. Audition is at 9 so I’ll be kinda MIA - Rhys says I have some meetings today too. Hope you're getting some sleep 💕

A notification for Instagram popped up which you ignored, opting instead to clear out some emails. But then another notification came through, followed by another and another, and soon your phone started buzzing with texts and other alerts. As you opened Instagram Rhys sprinted into the room.

“Have you seen them?” He asked in a huff, rushing over to you.

“What? What happened? Is everything ok?”

“Y-yeah, it’s just….the photos of you and Indy are starting to circulate.” He looked a bit worried and you weren’t quite sure why.

“Circulate?” You scoffed, trying to put on a calm exterior despite the anxiety brewing in your chest. You fidgeted with the sleeve of Dieter's sweatshirt you were still wearing.

“Just the typical accounts but some…others picked it up too,” his mouth twitched as he averted his eyes.

You furrowed your brows and Rhys opened his mouth to say more as the en suite bathroom door opened.

“I’m ready!” A bathrobe-clad Indy announced before her face dropped seeing Rhys stressed and you confused. “Wait. What happened? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, walking over to put his hands on Indy’s arms. “It’s just that the photos from the airport are starting to make their rounds.”

You can’t see the look on Rhys’ face but something in his voice tells you he’s trying to tell Indy something without tipping you off. 

“Have you seen anything?” Indy looked past Rhys, her eyes boring into you.

You shook your head, “No, what the fuck guys?! I literally just sat down. Is there something I should know?”

Rhys and Indy exchanged a look before she walked past him, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “Here let me take a look.” She unlocked her phone and started going through her tagged posts.

Indy had the best poker face but you knew her tells. To the untrained eye, they wouldn’t know the difference but decades of friendship made you all too aware of her microexpressions. The slight purse of her lips, an eyebrow twitch, or a shift in her posture – she was uneasy about something.

“You’re making me nervous, Ind.” Your mind started to race through all of the possibilities but had a sneaking suspicion that the reason both she and Rhys were acting weird was because your appearance was being scrutinized. And if that was the case it was honestly so unfair. You had just come off a red-eye and weren’t expecting to have a bunch of cameras shoved in your face. You tugged awkwardly at the hem of Dieter's sweatshirt as Indy kept scrolling.

Indy let out a frustrated sigh as she put down the phone. “I seriously don’t know what gets into people. They act like they know us, know our lives, and they don’t…” She rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

“What’re they saying Ind?” You say with a bit more bite than you intended. You appreciated her trying to shield and protect you from the online fodder but it was completely unrealistic to think you wouldn’t read stuff.

“Look for yourself,” she turned her body toward you, her eyes watching as you unlocked your phone and started scrolling. There was one thread of comments and replies that grabbed your attention.

>>Omg they look like a hot mess

>>They look pissed off

>>It’s early in the morning they’re probably not awake. Jeez give them a break. 

>>How do you look in the morning?

>>They look kinda sad

>>Oh that’s the girl Dieter is dating huh?

>>Do you think Dieter broke up with her? Is that why they’re back in LA?

>>They haven’t posted anything together ever at least Indy and Sam kinda soft launched

>>It’s probably not serious then. Remember his last chick? Dude wouldn’t shut up about her

>>He’s definitely still shooting. I saw a photo of him at a bar in Hawaii last night

>>The guy was probably hammered huh?

>>Oh no that was probably bad news

>>Wait is THAT who Dieter is dating now? Woof

>>Guy must be desperate

>>How do you go from a Victoria’s Secret model to that?

You skimmed through the rest of it as you felt your blood pressure spiking. People were throwing out wild, unfounded speculation and there was a small contingent doing a deep dive about you and your family and friends. Your mind goes into a tailspin as you read through more. You couldn’t make out the words, but you heard Indy next to you on the phone trying to get in touch with Sam, frustrated when she got his PA instead. 

Meanwhile, you felt that all-too-familiar pang in your gut. You experienced a taste of this when you and Dieter were first spotted in public, knowing that it wasn’t going to be the first or last time people would make comments about you. But something about this felt so unsettling and so invasive. You were a normal person trying to support her friend on what was essentially a job interview. It also made you uncomfortable that the focus was on you and not Indy – she’s the star of the show here not you. Why aren’t people coming up with theories about why she’s in LA when she should be on set in Hawaii too?

The conversations around Dieter were also surprising and a bit confusing. You were on what you thought was a Dieter fan account yet people were speculating about everything from the two of you breaking up to him cheating on you to you both getting secretly married. It hurt to see so many quick to paint him in a bad light – assuming that he had done something wrong.

Indy hung up the phone and you could feel her eyeballs on you but you just kept scrolling.

“What are you thinking B?” 

You shook your head, “This is all so confusing. How does us at the airport turn into all of this,” you waved your phone around.

“It, unfortunately, comes with the territor-”

“Can it Rhys!” Indy snapped. “That’s not helpful right now. Look, apparently Sam and Dee went to the hotel bar after we left, had a couple of drinks, and then went back to their rooms.”

“Wait, you don’t think he actually….”

“No, no not at all,” she squeezed your leg. “No. And it’s ridiculous the way these people spiral off the smallest thing…have you tried calling him?”

You shook your head, “I’m pretty sure he’s asleep. He had a later call time than Sam and sounded like he was up most of the night.” Your mind drifted to a negative place briefly before shutting down that train of thought.

“Well, just try, I’m sure Liz is lighting up his phone too.”

“She is. We’ve been texting,” Rhys chimed in.

You called Dieter a couple of times and it went to voicemail. After the third failed attempt to reach him, you took a deep breath, took off the sweatshirt, and looked at Indy, resolved to not let this derail an important day for her. “We need to get you ready.”

“O-ok, yeah, c’mon let’s go.”

Since it was part audition/part screen test, you were thankful to just have to do minimal makeup and a simple blowout, allowing you to go on autopilot and think. You suddenly felt like you were back in your apartment after you found out Ryan left. The thoughts of unworthiness were quick to make themselves known after they’d been dormant for weeks – the weeks you’ve known Dieter. You were happier, and stronger with him, and being apart only made you see how weak and fragile you were. 

You were annoyed at yourself that comments from people you didn’t know could affect you so much. But words hurt. And it doesn’t help that so many of them keyed in on parts of your body you were self-conscious about. But then there was another voice trying to push through to remind you that all of those things they called out were the things Dieter loved. He celebrated your body, eager to show you his appreciation as you became more comfortable with him.

Thoughts then traveled to Dieter, wondering what his state of mind would be like when he finally woke up and Liz brought him up to speed. You smiled a bit to yourself knowing that his first thoughts would probably be about you and wanting to check if you were ok. But you knew his next instinct would be to turn inward. He hadn’t shared everything, but there were demons from his past he still had to contend with every day. And you couldn’t help but think that seeing people attack you because of your relationship with him was going to send him down a self-loathing spiral. 

For a brief moment, your mind wandered to a territory that scared you – whether all of this was worth it. You continued to work in silence, catching Indy’s eyes in the mirror every so often. She acted like she was rereading her lines but you knew she was trying to gauge your feelings and meet you where you were.

“Ok, ready.” You set down the can of finishing spray and fluffed up her hair in the mirror. 

“Wanna talk about it?” She grabbed your hand, stopping you from quickly packing everything up.

“There’s nothing to talk about. C’mon, we’re going to be late.”

“Of course there’s stuff to talk about.”

“I’m. Fine.” You snapped, instantly regretting losing your temper. “Sorry Indy, I…it’s just the same old shit when it comes to,” you motioned up and down your body. “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not a productive conversation.” 

She didn’t push it and just hugged you, figuring an embrace would tell you more than she could with words. Rhys interrupted your quiet moment urging you both to get a move on so you weren't late. Indy did one last sweep of her apartment, hoping it would be a long while before she saw it again.

Dieter tossed and turned all morning, his hands seeking Belle only to find an empty, cold space next to him in the bed. He was about to close his eyes again and will himself to sleep when the hotel phone came to life with a shrill ring. Covering his face with a pillow he reached for the phone and brought the receiver to his ear.

“Yeah?”

“Well thank fuck you’re alive. Goddamit I’ve been calling you and texting you all morning. I was about to go get them to open the door if you didn’t pick up. Where have you been? Are you ok?”

This wasn’t the first time Liz had woken Dieter up and berated him, but something about her tone this time caught his attention. 

“Lizzie,” he cleared his throat, starting to sit up. “What’s wrong?”

“Were you asleep? You know you’re due on set in like half an hour, right?”

“I forgot to set an alarm…didn’t get much sleep last night. I wanted to make sure the girls got there ok. Are they ok? Did something happen?”

“Where’s your phone?” A slight hesitation in her voice.

“Uh, I thought it was right here…” Dieter felt around the bed before peeking over and seeing the phone face down on the floor. “Ah there it is, must have fallen….holy shit, what the hell happened?”

Dieter turned over his phone and was pretty sure he had a notification from every app. He saw a bunch of missed phone calls from Liz and Belle, hell even Sam and Meredith had rung him. His list of missed texts was from the same bunch with the addition of Danny, Indy, and even Rhys. 

“Goddamit Liz. Gimme the rundown. Are they ok?” Dieter swung his legs around, feeling dizzy as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

“She’s fine Dee, they’re ok. The damn paps swarmed the girls as soon as they left the airport. Couple of the blogs caught it and it’s what you expect – people talking about her, how she looks, and trying to find out more about her and Indy. Luckily she’s a smart girl and has a lot of her shit locked down so there’s not a ton for people to find. But it’s only a matter of time before someone comes out of the woodwork wanting their 15 minutes.”

Dieter scoffed, knowing that all too well. When he was at rock bottom it felt like every person he’d ever met was willing to go to a gossip rag to talk about him. It was the usual suspects - jilted lovers, disgruntled past co-stars or assistants, all the way to his old dog’s vet. Anyone and everyone who wanted to give their two cents about Dieter found a way to get their story out. 

His annoyance turned into a feeling of helplessness. He knew how these comments would hurt Belle and with her so far away he couldn’t be there to comfort her. Hell, she wasn’t even gone for 12 hours. It was unfair that he couldn’t protect her from a life he’d unfortunately grown accustomed to. He worked a lot on himself to build back a fraction of the confidence he used to have. It still stung to see things written about him, so he could only imagine the negative headspace she was in because of this all.

“I need to call her.”

“That’s not it Dee,” Liz cut him off before taking a deep inhale. “They’re also talking about you. People have no idea that she’s there for Indy’s audition. They’re assuming both girls left set early due to an incident.”

“What incident?”

“Well, no theory has stuck yet, but it’s the greatest hits.”

Liz didn’t have to spell it out for Dieter to know that once again his past was coming around. He ran his free hand through his hair and then down his face as he tried to quell the frustration. It felt like no matter how much progress he made, people only thought of him as that womanizing, drug-fueled party animal from years ago.

“I need to call Belle.”

“They’re in meetings right now. I’ve kept in close contact with Rhys. He was there when they saw the photos and started reading through the comments.”

“How’d she take it?” 

“As best as you can imagine. Rhys said she kind of shut down on the drive over but turned it on once they got there and started meeting with everyone.”

Dieter’s heart sank, imagining the spiral she must be on as she tried to keep it together for Indy. All the studio execs probably had Google Alerts set for both of the girls as a precaution and as a means to suss out any potential liabilities and issues, so they no doubt knew about Belle and Dieter’s rumored, but very real, relationship. It pained him that he couldn’t be there to comfort her; maybe if he was with her the focus could have been on him instead. 

The smallest hint of a smile came across his face. He felt a combination of pride and awe in her strength – that she could compartmentalize all of these feelings and seemingly put on a brave face for Indy’s audition. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for.

“I need to talk to her….do you know how much longer they’ll be?” Dieter tried to sound even keel but he knew Liz could see right through it.

“I mean, they should probably be done soon. They have to get back to the airport, their flight leaves in a couple of hours.”

Dieter took a deep breath, trying to quell his anxiety. “Well, I’ll have my phone on me. Maybe if I can get downstairs Mere can get me ready and I can - ”

“Dee,” Liz cut him off. “Listen, I know your first instinct is to try and fix this, but she’s a big girl. Being with you isn’t going to be a cakewalk, you can’t shield her from this kind of stuff forever.” He stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing his temples. “What’s bothering you champ?”

“I…I just don’t want all of this to scare her off…like it’s going to be too much. That I'm too much. She didn’t ask for any of this, you know? What if she ends up deciding she’d rather not deal with it?”

“Dieter,” Liz paused, knowing she needed to be a bit more delicate than her normal tough love. “You love her right? And she loves you? Shit is going to be hard. I know it’s scary, but you have to just trust in each other. What do you want from her?”

“I don’t want anything from her. I…I just want everything with her.”

“Well, she’ll be back in…” Liz checked her watch, “eight hours. You can profess your ever-dying love then.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Thanks. Hey, did you see those emails I sent you?”

“Yup, we’re checking them out – I’ll make sure we check out potential security issues to see if anything is an immediate no.”

“Thanks, Lizzie. I should probably get downstairs. Hey, I’ll have my phone on me. Anything else happens…anything…you call me. I don’t give a shit if we’re filming, you call me.”

“You got it champ….it’s all going to be ok, Dee.”

Previous chapter / Final chapter

A/N: So I know I haven’t always been the best with updating, but the last chapter is written and it will come out on Feb. 26!

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[dreamingonclds]

Everything Happens For A Reason | LN4

Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.

Word Count: 4728

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz

Warnings: none

Chapter 5

Previous Chapter

“Oh my god, we’re almost there!” Jen says excitedly as you reach the many people behind barriers near the entrance

“A lot of these people are here for you,” says the driver as he looks at you through the car mirror

“Really?” you turn to him in shock with your eyes wide

He nods as he continues to drive but, he opens your window and to your surprise, he is very much correct.

As soon as your window is down, screams and flashes from the outside flood the inside of the car. You wave at the people as they yell flattering and sweet messages your way. You see many people with your newest album in your hands and with gifts ready to give to you. You quickly bring your phone out to record these moments, you never thought you’d have supporters in Monaco.

Once you reach the paddock entrance you take one last deep breath and step out of the car. You’re quickly greeted by an F1 representative, a bodyguard, and a few more people. You try and listen to what the people are trying to say but the fans quickly drown them out.

“I think we should go say hi to them before we head inside,” says the rep as she turns to look at the fans behind the barriers

You head towards the fans with a smile and wonder who you should greet first. The most noticeable one is a girl with a Ferrari hat right in the middle, so you head towards her first.

“Oh my god, Hi!” she yells and hands you a model Ferrari racecar

“Hi, how are you? Are you sure you want me to sign this, it’s the smooth operator’s car as well?” you giggle at her

“Yes, yes! Please! Are you a Ferrari fan?” she asks as she looks to your face for an answer

“A die-hard Tifosi,” you say with a smile as you hand her the car and pen back

You realize the surrounding people heard what you had just said when there are sudden screams and even more phones pointed your way. The girl takes her phone out for a photo and you grab it and take the picture before moving on to the next people.

“Forza Ferrari!” says the guy as he hands you your album

“Forza Ferrari!” you reciprocate as you grab the album and pen

“What’s your name? How are you liking it?” you ask him as you look from the album to him

“Giovanni! I love it, my girlfriend showed it to me actually. This is for her, her name is Rosie!” he says excitedly

“I’m glad, thank you for listening! Tell Rosie I said Hi!” you say handing it back and taking a quick picture

“No, thank you! Welcome to Monaco!” he says

You smile at him as a way to say thanks, you move on to the next person holding out a bracelet for you. You gladly hold out your hand and the girl happily puts it on your wrist.

“Hello! Thanks, what does it say?” you ask the girl as you notice two chili charms on the white, red, and gold bracelet

“It’s the only Ferrari bracelet I had left, I heard you’re a Tifosi. Carlos took the one I had made for you” she says quickly and apologetically

“It’s okay, I’m gonna have to find him in there and make him trade,” you tell her as you giggle and look towards the paddock

“Oh my god, please record it if you do,” she says pleadingly

“I’ll see what I can do,” you say smiling at her

You quickly grab a picture with her and move down the line. That’s how it went for a couple of minutes, signing different items, taking selfies and videos, and receiving gifts. You wish you could stay with them forever, the Monegasque fans were some of the sweetest people you had met in Monaco. However, your interactions were cut short when you were told your time was up and you were ushered towards the paddock entrance. So, you turned around and gave them a wave goodbye and shouted grateful thank you’s to them. You left with an even bigger smile on your face as you heard your farewell being reciprocated.

“Ok, so here's your pass, just scan it on the machine and you should be good to go,” the woman says as she hands the passes to Jen and you

You both put them around your neck as you step up to the gates, you scan it as you're told, and sure enough; you're in. Once you step inside, you stop for a second and just look around, trying to take it all in; you used to dream of this.

“Welcome to F1! I’m just gonna give you guys a short tour of the paddock first. I heard you're a Tifosi so, we’ll be headed to their garage first. Feel free to ask any questions along the way.” the woman says happily

After a quick but thorough tour, you and your team ended up at the Ferrari garage. Buzzing with engineers coming in and out, and listening to your guide; you were pretty shocked when two tall men all clad in red made their way to you.

You could feel your heartbeat get stronger and faster, you started fidgeting with anything your fingers could touch, and you could feel the corners of your lips pull up. But not because you were happy, you were ecstatic actually but, you tend to smile when you get nervous.

“Charles, Carlos, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Carlos and Charles. I’m sure you don’t need any further introductions.” says the guide looking from you to them and them to you, you all exchange small hellos before you go in for a physical greeting.

You start with Charles who's on your left, you go in for a quick hug and he goes for a kiss on each of your cheeks; the Monegasque way of course; you gladly reciprocate.

“Carlos,” you say softly before going in for a hug with him, considering both of your Hispanic backgrounds; you both go in for a kiss on each other's cheek.

You pull back just in time to hear Charles excitedly say, “Welcome to my home, Monaco!”

“Thank you! It’s so beautiful here, I already miss it,” you tell him truthfully

“So beautiful, have you taken a look around?” he asks curiously

“At Monaco, no not yet, we just landed last night. We’ve just seen what we could on the car ride here” you answer sadly

“We’ll have to take you around then, there’s so much to see”, Carlos says joining the conversation

“Yeah, that’d be great, a tour from the experts, I’m so lucky”, you say carefully not wanting to start anything, as much as you want to answer more freely, you have to remember the cameras recording your every interaction.

“Of course, I always love showing people around, maybe I should switch careers to a tour guide”, Charles jokes and you all laugh

“So, I heard you are a Tifosi?”, asks Carlos placing his hands on his hips

“Loud and proud”, you answer him

“Where’s your Ferrari gear then?” asks Charles pointing to your blank canvas of an outfit

You feel Carlos’ gaze fixed on you, eyeing you up and down. You suddenly feel nervous when you realize his current attire. His Ferrari red race suit was undone and hanging loosely on his hips and his fireproof clinging tightly onto his upper body. His messy dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and stubbled jaw. You had always known Carlos to be a good-looking guy but in real life, the man was gorgeous.

“Umm, I’m saving that for race day! Save the best for last, you know!” you say trying to collect yourself and looking back and forth between the two

“You better” Carlos points to you while Charles nods in agreement

“I hate to break this conversation up but, we have to hurry and take pictures before Y/N heads off to McLaren”, interjects your guide

“What? I thought we were doing the hot lap with her”, questions Charles while Carlos scrunches his eyebrows in confusion

“McLarens hosting today, you guys have her the whole day on Sunday! But, considering you guys are her favorite team, we thought we’d bring her to you first” the guide corrects

“Well, that’s even better; I think,” Carlos says as he sways on his hips looking at you and Charles. You could’ve sworn you saw a wink, there’s a glint of something in his eyes you can’t put your finger on. Is he flirting with you? It’s probably all in your head, so you choose to ignore it.

As you’re about to go in between the Ferrari boys for a picture you see a handful of things handed to them.

“So, this is kind of embarrassing but I’m actually a really big fan of your music and I was wondering if you could sign my cd’s?” Charles says shyly as he hands you all of your albums. Never in a million years would you think the Charles Leclerc was listening to your music.

“Of course Charles! I’m so flattered, thank you!” you sign and hand them back. As you look up you see Carlos hand you the movie poster for the first movie you were ever in.

“I’m a big fan too, but I was wondering if you could sign this for my sister. She’s a really big fan, I swear she watches this movie like every week” he chuckles

“Wow, tell her I said hi and thank you,” you say as you sign the poster and write a thankful message on it. You hand it back and look back up at the boys who are both giddily smiling down at you

“We also have a couple of things for you, from us. And we heard that your dad was the one that got you into Formula 1, so we have some stuff for him as well!” Charles hands you a red Ferrari bag with signed hats from both of them to your dad and shirts for both of you.

They hand you their hats, signed and each with a sweet message written on the cap. You sincerely thank both the boys while you look at the hats, noticing Carlos’ chili underneath his. You smile at it and look back up to them.

“The problem here is, whose hat will you wear on Sunday?” Charles asks as he raises his eyebrows

“Mine of course,” Carlos says teasingly as he looks from Charles to you

“Hmm, depends on who does better in quali; just kidding,” you say giggling as you look between the boys. They both smile at you and giggle back.

Your guide then puts her hand out to lead you in between them for a picture. You settle yourself snugly in between them and decide to put one hand on the middle of their backs. You expectedly feel Charles lightly place his hand on your upper back near your left shoulder. But, you feel Carlos place his hand confidently on your lower back. Your cheeks betray you as they go Ferrari red at the weight of his hand. You try to ignore the feeling it gives you as your brain begins to give you logical explanations for his boldness. He probably just had nowhere else to put it; right? But then you begin to feel him creep down until he’s ear level with you.

“For you, I’ll win” he stands straight up again but you can still feel the ghost of his breath on your ear. You choose not to say anything, instead, you move your thumb up and down a bit on his back. Hoping he acknowledges your gesture as a response, and you know he does when you feel him do the same to you. You're surprised to feel fluttering in your stomach.

…

Lando’s POV

“Is she actually coming?” asks Lando as he rubs his face pacing around the McLaren garage

“She’s probably right around the corner. She got here a little after I did, there were loads of people here for her,” says Oscar as he takes a sip of water and goes to stand next to Lando

Suddenly the sounds of footsteps and voices course throughout the garage. A telltale sign that you were nearby. The McLaren team scrambles to set up their cameras and ready the boys for your meeting.

“Ready guys!” says a manager as they start their video cameras

“Nope, not at all,” Lando says quickly and quietly hoping the cameras don’t pick it up but Oscar does. Oscar giggles and soon enough Lando breaks into a big laugh that he’s known so well for.

“Hi Y/N, welcome, welcome, come on in!” says the team. Lando and Oscar are both caught off guard as they were both still laughing when Y/N walks in; safe to say they were both flustered.

Oscar quickly collects himself and walks forward to greet Y/N but Lando. Lando stood in shock for a few seconds before a manager gave him a quick nudge encouraging him to walk forward.

Y/N POV

Walking into the McLaren garage you can already feel the difference in ambience. Compared to Ferrari’s serious attitude, McLaren felt a lot more laid back; it settled your nerves. As you scan the room you see engineers, managers, and a film crew. Until they move aside and Oscar walks forward to greet you.

“Hello, nice to meet you!” he goes in for a handshake and offers you a smile but quickly pulls back. The younger boy seems reserved, quite a lot like yourself. You smile back at him as you notice Lando slowly walking towards you. You can already feel his shyness and nervousness, definitely not the Lando you expected. But, you too begin to feel nervous as you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“Lando, nice to meet you!” you say extending your right arm to him, you’re too shy to go in for a hug.

“Very nice to meet you too, wow you know my name!” he says with a sudden hint of confidence in his voice. As cliche as it sounds, you felt sparks when your hands met but you narrowed it down to the fact you had a crush on him and nothing more.

“Of course I do, I mean you’re only my second favorite team,” you say and quickly question whether you should have said that or not.

“Second?!” Oscar and Carlos question at the same time

“Who's your favorite team then?” asks a McLaren team member

“Ferrari,” you say shyly, looking at the ground. Why did you even bring that up you thought, especially in the McLaren garage.

“Of course, me too,” says Lando, he laughs and then everybody else follows. You're thankful for his wittiness and everybody’s reaction. You work up the courage to look up at him and smile when you see him already looking at you and his toothy smile

The McLaren boys and you begin to exchange gifts like you did with Ferrari, there was nothing too special about the interaction until Oscar speaks up. As you handed both of them your album, Oscar grew a mischievous smile on his face.

“Ohh, Lando’s gonna sleep with that at night, that’s all he listens to,” he says as he looks to Lando to try and see his reaction. He grows prideful as the rest of the garage laugh with him and his teasing. You're surprised to see this side of Oscar, something you wished McLaren showed more of.

“So I’ve heard” Now it’s your turn to feel mischievous and tease Lando. You look up to Lando with a sly smile as you finish signing his album.

Lando’s eyes widen as he doesn’t know what to say but his body betrays him. His cheeks and ears redden and he’s trying to look anywhere but at you.

“Seriously mate, my own teammate has betrayed me; can you believe it?” Lando looks at Oscar, smiling but out of embarrassment. You three stand like shy schoolchildren for a couple of seconds until your guide comes up to you.

“I really hate to break up this bonding but, it’s time for the hot lap!” says the guide teasingly as she looks between you guys. She explains that only one of the boys can do it and looks to them for a decision; which you are thankful for.

“I’ll gladly give that to Lando,” Oscar says suggestively as he teasingly pushes Lando towards you. Lando shakes his head at Oscar’s antics but walks towards you with a blushing smile.

“Ok, let's do this!” Lando claps his hands as he walks towards where the garage meets the paddock and you gladly follow him. You guys stand there for a couple of short minutes as you wait for the car to arrive. You're both given safety instructions and the typical rundown of how a hot lap works, but really it’s for you and Lando just happened to be there.

“Are we really your second favorite?” Lando asks breaking the silence, there’s a doubtful feeling in his question

“Mhm, why, you don’t believe me?” you nod at him confirming your stance

“No, I do. It’s just kinda hard to believe I mean, you’re you and we’re us” he says

“You know what’s also hard to believe, you having me as your phone background” You’re speaking before you can speak, and you mentally curse yourself. You have no idea where this confidence is coming from; you hope it doesn’t get you in trouble.

Lando quickly turns his head towards you, to the point you think he might’ve hurt himself. His mouth moves as he tries to think of what to say but all that comes out is a smile.

“What the, h-how did you know that?'' he interrogates you as a blush creeps onto his cheeks.

“That’s for me to know and you, to never find out,” you say giggling at his confusion, he continues to look at you looking for a hint of an answer

“From an old interview, a Q&A with you and Oscar,” you say giving in

“Ohh, so you're spying on me, that’s cheeky you know. I’m starting to think you fancy me?” he says the last part while pointing from you to him. Your newfound confidence is passed from you to him as he places his hands on his hips. He’s turned the tables on you and you feel like a deer caught in headlights.

“No, no, that’s not what that means,” you say quickly, not having the words to defend yourself

“Ugh, as if, it’s not like you had a huge crush on him too!” you hear Jen say from behind you both, you had forgotten she was even there

“Oh so, fuck me then!” you say playfully throwing your hands up and surrendering to their truthful accusations. You hear Lando crack up, the laugh you had known only through a screen. It’s safe to say it still had the same effect on you, you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. Jen’s laughing too, not at you but with you; you can tell she’s proud of herself once you look at her. You know that look of hers all too well, she’s trying to play matchmaker.

As you are all still laughing, an engineer approaches with two helmets. He extends them out to each of you, “Lando, will you help her please” says the engineer as you take yours. Lando then puts his helmet down and takes yours from your hands.

“Look down a bit” You follow his instructions as you feel him carefully place the helmut on your head.

“Ok, now look up” You look up at him, you can’t see his mouth but you can tell he’s smiling by the crinkles near his eyes

“Hi,” he says quietly once he meets your eyes, and so that only you could hear. You smile back at him once you feel his fingers graze your face as he buckles the straps. For a short moment, both your eyes continue to look at each other, his fingers still under your chin; unmoving. The interaction feels intimate, maybe too intimate for your first meeting. But, it’s a very pleasant feeling, one that you hope you feel more of and you can’t help but hope he feels the same way. Your interaction is cut short once the car arrives but the feeling in your stomach doesn’t falter.

As you walk towards the passenger side of the car, you feel Lando’s presence behind you. You go to grab the door handle but Lando beats you to it. He opens it while smiling at you and extends his other hand to lead you inside. Your cheeks begin to blush again, your cheeks are for sure going to hurt once you’re done with all of this.

“What a gentleman!” says a surprised engineer as they watch you both. Not that Lando isn’t chivalrous but, they had just never really seen this side of him. He gives them a toothy smile back as he almost skips his way back to the driver's side.

“You ready? Nervous?” he asks after multiple engineers come to check that you both are safe to go

“A little bit, but I trust you. Let's do it!” you reassure him, once he takes a look at you to make sure, he puts the car in drive and you’re off

The drive was going really well, up until Lando brakes a little bit too late at a curve. The car begins to drift and lifts the slightest bit on your side. Your eyes go wide and you go to lift your hand to the grab handle. But, Lando’s arm quickly extends over you pushing you back into the seat, your reflexes go to grab at his forearm and you both stay that way until the car reaches a straight again.

The drive ends relatively fast as it’s only one lap around the track. Once Lando puts the car in park, he turns to look at you and begins to apologize. He looks quite embarrassed and all you could do was reassure him that it was okay because you were both unharmed. Once you are both out of the car, you are led back into the garage. As you are both taking your helmets off, you are asked how it went. Before you could respond, Lando beat you to it.

“I braked too late, it could've gone really bad,” he says smiling but you could tell it was just to cover his guilt. Before he could say anything else, you quickly jump in

“But it didn’t” you reassure him by placing your hand on his arm

“I thought it was really fun, I’d do it again and again” you continue, trying to bring his confidence back up

“I know, it’s just, kind of embarrassing” he rakes his hand through his curls as a way to distract himself

“It’s not, it happens to the best of us” You look at him smiling hoping the message sticks, he manages to give you a small smile back

…

Jen and you are now back at McLaren's hospitality, eating some lunch and just talking about the day with each other and with anybody who cared to join. You hear a knock at the door and it opens to reveal Carlos. McLaren welcomes their past driver with very open arms and it makes you smile, at how loved he is.

“Lando’s not here right now,” they say to him as Lando is currently still out finishing interviews.

“I’m actually not here for him” Carlos responds

“Oh, what are you here for then?” they question back as everybody looks at Carlos confused. Carlos raises his hand and points it to you smiling, you tilt your head in surprise. Jen is rarely caught off guard and even she looks up from her phone.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then,” the man says as he pats Carlos on the back and walks out giving you two some privacy. Most of the other people also leave the room but Jen, she simply moves to the corner of the room. She shoots you a teaseful look as she settles into the couch and “focuses” on her phone.

“Hola! You speak Spanish right?” he says as he pulls out the seat across from you.

“Si! Es mi primer lenguaje.” (Yes! It’s my first language.) All of a sudden you felt such a comfort within him, you hadn’t been able to speak your mother tongue in what felt like months. Carlos breathes a sigh of relief as his hand comes up to meet his chest.

“No sabes lo feliz que me hace saber eso.” (You don’t know how happy it makes me to know that) 

“Eres mi casita lejos de mi casa” (You are my home away from home) he tilts his head and gives you a sweet smile. Now it’s your turn to grab at your heart, he really is working those puppy dog eyes of his. But then you have a quick realization.

“Espera?” you look to the side and bring your finger up as you think of his contradiction. He cranes his neck at you and drops his smile confused at what you’re about to say. “Y Checo y Fernando?” (And Checo and Fernando?)

“Me espantastes” (You scared me) he laughs nervously and drops his shoulders in relief. “No se comparan, eres diferente” (They don’t compare, you’re different) his face wears a cheeky smile as he waves his hand in front of him

“Diferente? Carlos, we met like, 5 hours ago!” (Different?) You giggle at him and his forward flirting.

“Y que tiene, yo siento que ya te conosco muy bien. But, if you feel like I don’t, you can go out with me later tonight so I can get to know you better.” (And what about it, I feel like I already know you very well)”

This is a confident man, bold, it took you completely by surprise. You didn’t realize you were just sitting there until you saw Jen from behind him mouthing “Say yes!” You forgot she was there listening to the whole conversation and now you were flustered.

“Smooth, real smooth.” you wished you had something better or cooler to say but, the man seemed to take every thought from your head.

“There's a reason why they call me Smooth Operator” he chuckles looking very pleased and proud of himself. “So, what do you say?”

“Oh my god Carlos!” you slap your forehead laughing at his wittiness, the man has jokes. And he knows it too as he laughs with you. “But yeah, sounds like a plan” If this is a small preview he’s giving you, you couldn’t wait to see what later tonight would look like.

“Ok, I have to go now but, give me your number please so I can text you the plan for later,” he says while looking at the clock behind you and taking his phone out of his pocket. He unlocks it and slides it across the table to you. You type in your number and hand it back not wanting the job of naming your own contact; you’ll leave that for him to decide.

Seconds later you feel your own phone vibrate, he’s texted you a 🌶. Of course, you giggle and decide to name his contact exactly that. You look up to him once you hear him stand up and find him already looking at you. You too stand up once you see him smiling and walking towards you. You go in for another side hug like the one from earlier but, you're surprised when he goes in for a normal one.

“See you later” he pulls away and walks towards the door. “Ciao” he waves at both you and Jen as he walks out.

“Wow,” you hear Jen say before you can say anything.

“Wow,” you turn to look at her, letting her know you share the same feelings.

The night couldn't come any slower and you're left with a buzzing in your stomach. The night will definitely be a memorable one and you couldn’t wait.

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Yabdere Hawks vs Yandere Aizawa

A/N: Since everyone said yes to the yandere Vs yandere I decided to do it I let my good old friend ash choose and she pick these silly goobers!

(and yes this is apart of the scarlet which reader series)

Aizawa Vs Hawks (Both platonic)

• now Aizawa never liked hawks he thinks he's a bad influence before he met you he thinks he's a bad influence even before he met you now he got someone to prioritize AND knowing that he's obsessed with you as well oh he's going to be angry papa mod

•Hawks Loves to spend time with you wanting to teach you how to fly by using your witch powers he loves to see you smile and pinch your cheeks and hug you but Aizawa would always shoo him away when you and him have a fun time whenever you and hawks hang out he would always try to spam call you to see if you were ok

he notices how Shouta will nonstop call you every time and whenever you pick up he will come you for not picking it up early hawks tried to reassure him that he was alright but was surprised when he threatened Hawks to not go near you he was shocked honestly but was calm reassuring he will but deep down he was pissed

•Aizawa would always make you hang with your classmates more than ever now whenever you're going out to hang with hawks Aizawa would always tell you to bring tokoyami with you

•Hawks would sometimes sneak you out to go have a sibling night playing all the games and joining you if not cheering you on making sure no stranger will talk to you and giving you many prizes and at the end of it all he gives u a keychain of himself and puts you to bed unaware that he was watching you sleep then decided to leave

•Aizawa began to notice some changes about you, how you would sleep in the middle of the class, you would always bring in Hawks merch whether be a key chain or a notebook and would see you having big prizes he got curious so he put a camera in your room when you weren't there and when he found out you were sneaking out oh he was PISSED he grounded you for a month and took away the hawks merch from you and threaten hawks to not interfere with you or he's dead

•When Hawks heard you for grounded he was heart he tried to text you but it seems like Aizawa took that too and when he saw you through your window he saw poor little you crying his little scar was crying ok now he's pissed as well

•and so now there's 2 pissed pros here about to fight to the death needless to say the fight didn't go well and now both are in the hospital

•In the aftermath they still hate each other but they don't fight in front of you whenever Aizawa hugged he glares at Hawks while Hawks deadly glares at him and would brag off each other about who's the best at taking care of you Hawks would be taking selfies of yin and him having fun at different places and would post them publicly (because he knew Aizawa would see it) and Aizawa would give you access to the teacher's lounge and hang have cuddle time after class so you can brag it off to Hawks

#yandere bnha #tw obsessive behavior #tw stalking #tw yandere #yandere ua #yandere aizawa #yandere hawks #platonic yandere #bnha fluff

[vioartemis]

My favorite

(Emma Myers x fem! reader)

Summary: Having a crush on one of the cast members and playing the love interest of another can be difficult sometimes, especially when your crush misunderstand the situation... Warnings: slight Jenna x reader (characters), angst (a little) a/n: the massive italic part is the scene, and the non italic lines there are what is happening around the scene, at the same time (that might not be very clear, I'm sorry if you're lost during that part) || special thanks to @alphaniner1415 for the plot idea 👀 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

"Cut! That was great, but I'm sure we can do better. Y/n, try to look more in love, give her heart eyes, smile like an idiot, all these things. Jenna, try to soften a little in the second part of the scene, we need to see a little bit of emotions"

You were playing Wednesday's love interest, and not only were you supposed to confess in this scene, but you were also supposed to kiss.

You were quite nervous about that last part, as it was your first time playing a love interest.

"Hey, relax" Jenna said softly, taking your hands in hers "You're doing amazing so far"

She was the first cast member you got close to, and maybe your best friend on set. It was rare seeing one with the other, you spent a lot of time together.

Everyone agreed on the fact that you two had chemistry. Both on screen, your characters being in love, and off screen, always joking, laughing, taking selfies, or doing shit together in between takes.

The rest of the cast found you cute together, and half of them thought you were together - the other half thinking you would make a very cute couple.

Except from one person. She didn't like it. But who was she to say anything? After all, you owed her nothing. The thing is, she was in love with you. And seeing you so close to Jenna made her jealous.

She was jealous of your chemistry off screen. Of your private jokes, your hugs, the little smiles you had for each other.

You were not like that with her. Of course she loved spending time with you. But she wanted to see that side of you too.

She started avoiding you lately. You couldn't help but notice. You had, however, no idea why she was so distant.

She simply thought you were in love with Jenna, and tried to burry her own feelings. She thought that not seeing you too much was the best thing to do.

But she started regretting it.

She missed your smile, your voice, your laugh, you.

“Thanks for helping me deal with my stress…”

You had told Jenna you were nervous about the scene and she tried her best to reassure you.

“Don’t thank me, it’s what friends do” she smiled, squeezing your hands softly

You smiled back, before having to let go of her hands to shoot the scene. It was the fourth time already, and yet you never made it to the kiss part.

Heart eyes, idiot smile. Right.

You tried to fill your brain with only your lines and the image of your crush. As expected, you couldn’t help but smile like a complete idiot.

You were ready for the scene, and so was Jenna. At the signal, you started the scene.

“What is it you wanted to tell me, C/n?”

You gulped, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Well I uh… I- I have very strong feelings for you…”

“Are you trying to say that your murderous side is showing up and that you’d envy to stick a knife into my chest?”

“Wha- no I- it’s not what I mean”

“Oh… what’s your point then?”

“Wednesday I-” you looked at your feet, before meeting her cold gaze again “I think I’m in love with you…”

Even if she knew it was only for the show, Emma couldn't help but be hurt by your words. You were a really good actress, she knew it, but a part of herself was thinking you meant it.

You could see her features soften almost imperceptibly, and hoped you were giving a good performance too.

She stayed silent, as planned, and after little while you clenched your teeth.

“I’m sorry that was stupid, forget it” you finally said

You turned on your heels, acting like you were about to leave, when Jenna said her line.

“That is indeed stupid. I am no friend material, let alone more than friend material.”

You turned to face her, tears in your eyes. She took a step closer to you.

“But I might have developed a certain attraction toward you.”

Once again, Emma feared it could be true. She felt bad thinking that. What kind of friend would pray for her friend's heart to be broken?

This time, you were the one to get closer, shyly.

"Does that mean... you have romantic feelings for me?"

"Yes. I also have a question for you, C/n"

"What is it?"

"Why do you love me? You are well aware that I could slit your throat in your sleep if I ever had the desire to do so."

You took a moment to think, before the dumb smile came back to your face.

Oh how she wanted to be the one you looked at like that. The idiot-in-love smile was so pretty on you. It would be even prettier if it was for her.

"Have you ever seen hell in someone's eyes and loved it anyway?”

"Don't you fear that this hell might turn against you?" she asked after a pause, as if she was processing your words

"Wednesday, dying of your hands would be the best way to die"

She took a step closer, again, leaving only a few inches between you. She was the same height as you with her platforms.

She raised a hand and grabbed your tie, pulling you even closer.

She felt her heart drop at the sight. It wasn't in the script. She never had anything against improvisations, but this one... she hated it.

"What if I wanted to-"

"I'd let you do it. Whatever it would be. Ask, I'll obey. I'd do anything for you" you cut her off

She looked into your e/c eyes for a second, before her lips curled up into a slight smirk.

"Very well, Cara Mia. You're mine then."

With that, she pulled you in, pressing her lips on yours softly, still tugging on your tie to keep you close as you kissed back with red cheeks.

She tried her best to put herself together, swallowing back her tears. She knew it wasn't for real. But it still hurt. She took a deep breath, and put Enid's cheerful smile on her face.

The door of the dorm burst open, forcing you appart.

"Wens, you'll never guess what Yoko just told me!" she paused "I didn't mean to interrupt... anyways I'm so happy for you guys! I'm gonna go so you can continue... what you were doing"

She would be happy for you if you were happy with Jenna, or whoever you might love. Hurt, terribly, but she was ready to sacrifice her own happiness as long as she could see a smile on your beautiful face.

Emma winked at you before exiting the dorm and closing the door.

"Andd cut! That was really good, the looks, the little improvisation... good job girls"

"Does that means we don't have to do the scene again? Too bad, that means I'm not getting another kiss" Jenna playfully said to you

"What a shame" you played along knowing she was joking

What you didn't see was Emma leaving the set, almost running away. Her fear just got confirmed. She saw it coming, but it still hurt more than she thought it would.

After a moment, you looked around you, trying to find her.

"Where's Emma?"

"I didn't see her after the scene... maybe she's with Georgie?"

"I'm gonna check"

Jenna nodded and you tried to find Georgie.

"Hey Y/n! The scene was woah, I got chills. You really do have chemistry"

"Thanks" you smiled "Have you seen Emma?"

"I think I saw her leave quickly five minutes ago. Now that I think of it, she didn't seem alright"

"Shit..." you whispered "I'll check on her"

You left the set in a rush, worried. Maybe it had something to do with why she was avoiding you lately. You hoped it was nothing too bad.

You went to her trailer, not knowing where else she could have gone. You knocked on her door softly. No one answered, but you heard noises coming from inside so you got in anyway.

"Emma...?"

Her back was facing you. You placed a hand on her back when you got close enough.

"Is everything okay...?" you asked, sitting next to her

Now you could see her red eyes. She cried, there was no doubt.

"Y-yes, I just had a bad day... a bad week actually..."

"You want to talk about it?" you put a hand over hers "I'm here for you if you need"

"You don't have to do that"

"What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't here when you need help?" you had a little smile

Calling yourself her friend hurt, but what else could you say? What kind of person would I be? That was weird.

You couldn't just come like hey, by the way, I'm in love with you since I first met you! but carry on tell me your problems!

That was not the moment for that.

"...I told you, it's okay... I just need to be alone right now..."

"Are you sure...?"

"Yeah. You should go back, Jenna's going to wonder where you are"

You froze. Was that the problem? You and Jenna?

"Wait- is that what's bothering you? Me and Jenna?"

"No, I- I don't care" she stopped, realizing what she said could be misinterpreted "What I mean is I'm happy for you guys, you're cute together"

Every word felt like a stab in the heart to her.

"Oh, okay... but, just to make it clear, we are totally not a thing. Jenna and I. We're just friends"

She couldn't help but feel relieved at your words, a small light of hope appearing in her blue eyes that you couldn't not notice.

"Were you... jealous?" you asked with a little smile

"Wha- of course not...!"

You knew she was lying. She looked way to happy that Jenna and you weren't a thing.

"I totally believe you"

"... Okay, maybe I was a little jealous... but how could I not be? You spend all your time with her. It's been ages since we had a moment together..."

You cupped her cheeks gently, making her look at you.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Hm?" she blushed slightly in anticipation, starting to think that maybe, maybe you liked her back

"You'll always be my favorite"

"W-what kind of favorite...?"

She didn't really know if she wanted you to say it or not. She didn't even notice your dumb smile or the look in your eyes.

"This kind of favorite"

You pressed a tender kiss on her lips. You pulled away quickly, way too quickly to her taste.

"I- I didn't really get it... can you do it again?"

You obeyed with great pleasure, kissing her again. You didn't pull away this time, not right away, letting her kiss you back, hands on your waist.

Her soft lips were moving against yours in a soft, gentle, loving kiss. You felt her tongue brush your lips, asking for your permission. You parted your lips slightly, cheeks reddening as she slipped her tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss.

When the lack of air forced you appart, your lips were as red as your cheeks. You were breathless, both of you. She really was a good kisser.

You tried to catch your breath, her forehead resting against yours.

After a minute, she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug, nose pressed against your neck. You held her close, her perfume invading your senses.

The idiot-in-love smile on your lips was for her, and now she knew it. She couldn't describe how happy she was, in your arms, knowing that her feeling are reciprocated.

You, on the other hand, were far away from here, no other thought on your mind than her. Her eyes, her lips, her arms around your waist.

"By the way, I'm still pissed she got to kiss you before me"

#emma myers #emma myers x reader #emma myers x fem reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix

[tempobrucera]

Lipstick Kisses

Pairing: Thomas x Reader Wordcount: 5k Summary: Thomas develops an obsession with lipstick after someone tells him he shouldn’t wear it. Any kind of lipstick. Warning(s): Smut, some shibari, some bunny <3, mentioned past humiliation, pegging, some d/s dynamics, nipple clamps, sub Thomas

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"Are you okay?" Thomas asks, hand on your cheek. 

You nod, but Thomas looks at you. Nothing is okay at the moment, everything is way too much and everything at once. There's no need to lie to him. There's also no chance to really do that, he always sees right through you, and right now, you can see in his face that he doesn't believe you. Thomas' gaze is soft, and you shake your head.

"It's okay." He wraps his arms around you, kisses your forehead. He's soft, not the joker he was mere seconds before when he danced around your kitchen just in his underwear, open bottle of wine in one of his hands, pulling faces and singing off tune on purpose loudly. "It's going to get better again, I believe in you."

He kisses your cheeks as well, then the tip of your nose before he kisses your lips. You're hanging onto him like he's saving you from drowning. Some of the dark bordeaux lipstick you were wearing all day, sticks to his lips and then leaves a faint mark when you kiss his cheek. You laugh, before you try to wipe it away.

"Sorry."

Thomas just laughs and kisses you again. Deeper this time, for longer, more lipstick left behind on his lips. Enough to see the contrast against his skin. Again he kisses your forehead, leaves a lipstick mark of his own. In his eyes you can see a glimmer of wonder and surprise.

"Oh, it sticks."

"Of course it sticks," you laugh again, "You know that, silly boy. Or how do you think it got onto your lips?"

"Because I kissed you."

A pleased sigh escapes him when you kiss his throat, leaving a dark lipstick stain behind. He kisses you again, more bordeaux lipstick sticking to his lips.

"It looks so good on you."

"Really?" He looks at you surprised.

"Yes, really." You get your phone and open the camera app. "Dark lipstick is made for you."

He looks at himself in the reflection, tilts his head from side to side: "You really think so?"

It's not like he looks uncomfortable, he just looks unsure. You leave him alone with your phone and wonder if you will find a selfie or two later. He's still looking at himself when you come back with the lipstick in hand. 

"Let me show you."

Thomas pouts at you after you carefully applied the lipstick to his lips. 

"Brou de Noix," he reads from the bottom of the lipstick tube - butchering the French a little bit. "You really think this looks good on me?"

"Thom," you take a photo of him and give your phone to him, "Why do you think you don't? Who told you this?"

He sighs but this time he sounds frustrated: "One of our latest make-up artists, she said I'm too pale for anything too adventurous."

"They are talking shit, you look incredible."

There's a red stain on his teeth when he bites his lips, you reach out for his cheek and get the colour of with your thumb. Thomas pulls a face at you.

"It sticks, I thought we established that much." You smile at him. "That means it also sticks to your teeth."

You peck his lips, only for a few seconds but he grins at you and holds you in place, close to him.

"And now you're kissing it off of me, because I look so irresistible?"

"Yes, I'll completely kiss it off you." 

He smiles when you kiss the corner of his lips. 

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It happens more often, it’s a slow progress of Thomas getting more comfortable with that pop of colour on his lips. First it’s colours you almost can’t see on his lips, inconspicuous, a little pink, a bit of nude here and there. Sometimes you only notice when he kisses your cheek, looks at you for a moment too long and you will have to rub some lipstick off your face.

Gradually he’s getting adventurous. One of your dark red lipsticks is missing first, you’re looking for it everywhere one night when you’re going out. Only weeks later it turns up again - you find it in Thomas’ suitcase buried under some shirts.

Then there’s a wonderful plum colour you have had your eyes set on for quite some time but you never dared to pay more than a certain amount for any makeup and this certainly was over your budget. Until one day Thomas gives you a small box with the plum coloured lipstick inside. It looks marvellous on you, your friends tell you so, Thomas tells you so and you can see it yourself. But when you catch Thomas in the bathroom one evening, you can just think stunning and stare at him. He tries to hide the lipstick in the sink behind him whilst rubbing it off his lips. 

“Please don’t,” you say. “It looks amazing on you, Thomas.” 

“You think so?”

“Yes,” you smile at him, “I already said that last time. You look stupendous, too good to be real.”

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The next time, he isn’t hiding it. One evening he just sits down next to you on the couch, colour on his lips that looks like he just drank a glass of red wine but didn’t lick his lips afterwards.

“So beautiful.”

He smiles at you before he puts his head in your lap and you can play with his hair, twirl strands of his blond hair around your fingers, comb them slowly through his hair. You see how he bites his red lips and how he closes his eyes. He presses his lips to the skin on your thigh where the fabric of your pyjama shorts end.

“You have a favourite yet?”

You can feel how he shakes his head: “No, I only tried about four but I really like this one.”

Thomas looks up at you confused when you get up but when you come back with your makeup bag that holds all your lipsticks and makeup wipes his eyes grow wider.

“Then let's try some more,” you smile at him. He sits up which gives you the opportunity to straddle and sit on top of him. A tiny whimper escaping the back of his throat, always so sensitive to your every touch. “Pick whichever you like.”

His hands shake slightly when he picks up your bag full of treasures and opens it. The little sigh leaving his lips doesn’t slip your attention. Overtaken by something almost like greed he rummages through it. 

“There are so many shades,” he looks at you, “Oh, dark red. Brick red ... plum. Oh, this has a funny name, Tea and Cookies. Pink, more red. Oh, wait, what the fuck, is this blue!?”

“Yes, that’s blue. I have some green as well.” Thomas raises his eyebrow at you and you laugh. “Halloween is a thing that happens.”

“I want to try the green.”

You look for the label that says Serpentina. A dark shimmery green you know will look lovely on Thomas’ lips. Stark contrast to his skin and the light blush around his cheeks and his nose. He squirms under you when you do his lips and his eyelids are fluttering when you take a photo on your phone to show him. 

“I look … good?” He looks at you questioningly. 

“Insanely good.”

He kisses your throat. It doesn’t leave a mark on you, doesn’t stick, and he looks at you confused. 

“It’s smudge proof,” he pouts at you - looking at you like you betrayed him out of a reward he was craving, “And kissproof.” 

“That’s not fair,” he says but doesn’t elaborate when you take a make-up wipe to get the lipstick off.

The next one is a berry shade that you also deem gorgeous on Thomas. Even he marvels over it when he sees himself on your phone camera. He’s rewarded with more satisfaction than before when he presses his lips to your throat again, the lipstick sticking to your skin. It does stick but not enough for his taste. 

There’s the darkest shade of plum next, it’s matte. It’s so dark that he laughs when you show him: “I’m too much of a loaf of toast for this one but I love how it feels and this … matte thing?”

“I think, I have the perfect one for you,” you dig into your bag again until you find the brick red matte lipstick Thomas looked at earlier, “I wanted to test if this one is smudge proof.”

It isn’t, you know. It’s the reason why you bought it in the first place - for it to smudge. Stain Thomas’ sweaty sticky skin. To leave marks on your own skin, colour transferring from Thomas’ lips to yours. After you’re done with the lipstick, Thomas bites his lips, the red sticking to his teeth. Carefully you wipe it off his teeth with your thumb. Instead of going for your throat, he pulls up your pyjama shirt. He leaves a lipstick mark around your nipple and looks at it in awe.

“I want to tie you up,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, “And leave all those marks over you, so I can see every kiss I left on you when I’m done.”

Thomas puts his hands in front of him, looks at you expectantly: “Please.”

“Here?” you smile at him. “Kitchen table, bed or floor?”

You can see how he tries to find an answer, slightly whimpers when you stroke your fingers over his hip bone. 

“Bed.”

You take your make-up bag and then take his hand to lead him to the bedroom. It doesn’t take much to push him into the sheets, his fingers getting tangled in them.

“Cuffs or rope, bunny?” 

“R-rope.” You can see how he swallows heavily. “Please.”

The berry colour of the restraints in your hands reminds you of the colour Thomas had on his lips earlier but you’re digging deeper, getting the mint green rope. The rope lands next to Thomas on the bed, he plays with it, while you look for the scarlet red lipstick. 

“You’re allowed to get naked, Thomas.” 

He only blinks at you and you put the lipstick aside. It isn’t much to get him out of, you pull the old band shirt over his head when he raises his arms and then you pull down his joggers, there’s no underwear to get rid off and he whimpers into your ear quietly.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Get on your tummy.”

He almost stumbles over himself, almost gets caught in the sheets, before he turns around. You laugh, but it’s lovingly, not condescending. 

“Are you excited?” You take the rope from his hand. 

He nods into the pillow, his cheeks almost as scarlet as your lipstick pick. A quiet sigh falls from his lips when you take one of his hands and tie the rope around his wrist twice, there’s enough room for two fingers you can wiggle under the rope. Then you cross the rope over the ends you just worked on, reach under the bind to make a loop and pull the rope through it, Thomas is still happily sighing. You create another loop and pull again, before you take the end and tie him to the bed. 

“This okay?”

You can see how he pulls on the ropes, how he wiggles, how he gets a couple of fingers of his other hand under the rope.

“Feels good.”

He looks beautiful when you’re done with his other wrist and he lays in front of you - tied.

“Ankles as well?”

He shakes his head on the pillow. Thomas still tests the pull and give of his restraints when you apply the lipstick, you just look at him for a while until he whines and strains his neck uncomfortably to look at you.

You press the first kiss to his right ankle, then the left, you leave kisses all over his calves, his thighs - leaving an ocean of right behind. He moans when you leave kisses on both of his asscheeks, squirms under you, shamelessly pushes his ass closer to you.

“Hey, hey,” you pull away from him. “Only kisses.”

“Not even a finger?”

“No, not even one,” you smile, “And it’s pretty red already, believe me, so no slaps either.”

It’s not that you don’t want to give it to him at all but you aren’t quite sure where you left the lube last time and you wouldn’t leave him alone to go and look for it. The other problem, you don’t really see as a problem, but would leave Thomas too embarrassed would be that he would cum. Doesn’t matter if one finger, or two, or three. He would fuck himself back on them and cum, faster than he would like, embarrasslingy fast and he might not be happy to continue after. You don’t want to end this so soon. 

“I won’t …,” he starts and whines before continuing, “cum. I promise.”

“Good boys don’t lie.” You wet one of your fingers with spit and let it catch on his hole, he only tries to muffle his noises. “That wouldn’t even take you two minutes.”

You withdraw your finger and start kissing him again, the small of his back, his sides, some moles and freckles. Up his lower back. You do notice that he’s biting the pillow, rolling his hips into the mattress but you only stop him when he's seriously starting to rut into it. 

“What are you doing?” You hold his hips still.

“I’m hard,” he mumbles when you gently pull him off the pillow by his hair, lipstick bleeding into the white pillow case. An ear shattering mewl comes from him when you reach around him but before he has the chance to buck up into your hand, you pull away.

“Yes, my bunny is hard,” you whisper into his ear, “But I want you to hold your hips still. No getting off, okay?” 

He would - get off. Rubbing himself against the mattress, against you, furniture, your pillow. You can still remember the one time he was dry humping the pillow next to you. You didn’t ask him to do it, Thomas so horny and desperate to get off that he didn’t realise what he was doing, the only thing that was important was that you didn’t stop him. There wasn’t a no coming from you. The wet spot in his underwear gave him away before the humiliation reached his eyes and spit on his chin before he looked away ashamed. You moan thinking about it, you want him to do it again but you have to store the idea away for another day.

You still hold his hips when you kiss his shoulders. Then his neck, you stroke sweaty strands of his blond hair out of the way. You kiss the shells of his ears softly, Thomas shivering under you. For what feels like the fifth time already you reapply your lipstick again.

“Turn over.”

He’s careful to turn, slow, the ropes crossing and you can see how his dick is straining against his stomach, pre cum on the tip. 

This time you start kissing on the bridge of his foot, then the ankle, repeat your movements on the other side. Before kissing up his calves, his thighs, again. You kiss into his prominent pubic hair, pushing his dick a little out of the way to kiss his belly, his hips, up his happy trail, around his navel before you lick into it for only a second. You leave red marks on his ribs, around his sensitive nipples - on them. On his collarbones. You kiss his arms, his tattoos. His armpits, for a little bit longer, when you lick there he moans and pulls against the rope. You move on to kiss his tied wrists, his hands, his fingers. 

There’s a sniff. And then another. Some heavy breathing.

“Thom?”

“Hmmm?” He looks at you teary eyed.

“You are crying.” You put your hands on his wrists to untie him quickly if he wants to, if he needs to, stop. “Are you okay?”

“‘S good …,” he sounds drowsy and his eyes flutter but he still cries, “good tears, promise. More?”

You press the last kisses to his fingers and then move to his throat. You kiss up to his chin, you kiss the stubble, his cheeks, his forehead under his sweat drenched fringe, you kiss some tears away. You leave a dozen kisses on his nose before you stop.

“You forgot something,” he says sheepishly.

“True.”

And then you kiss him on the lips, his tongue lazily pushing into your mouth. He breathes heavily when you pull away.

“You said everything,” he whines and he pulls on his restraints even more than before.

It possibly feels like hours for Thomas when it only takes a few minutes to kiss your way down again. You take your time to kiss his scrotum, a bit too long for Thomas it seems, because he cums. His leg is kicking into the mattress, and then there’s only a low whimper. You can feel how he’s in a fight with the ropes around his wrists while you kiss and lick up his length and then you place one last kiss on the tip, some cum dribbling out of him and a pitiful whimper coming from the back of Thomas’ throat. You move up quickly to untie his wrists, to pull him close, sweat and lipstick covering him. He just sinks into your embrace.

“Are you okay?”

He nods at your shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

“Still floaty,” he looks at you - cuddles even closer to you, makes himself a home right where your heart beats, “but … I feel loved.”

“Good,” you kiss the top of his head, “Let's get you some water, and then I’ll clean you up.”

Thomas makes a grumpy noise at that.

“I’m gonna wash your hair and massage your shoulders, I promise. And after we can cuddle.”

“Chocolate?” Thomas asks.

“Yes, sure.” It’s some habit he developed, you already have forgotten how it started. But Thomas who usually isn’t too fused about chocolate would ask for it after subbing. After you put him in a fluffy bathrobe, he would slowly nibble on his chocolate while being hugged. “Of course you’re getting your chocolate.”

“And next time,” he smiles, “I can kiss you.”

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You shouldn’t be shocked, or surprised, but somehow you are both. It’s the fact that you didn’t expect it, when you should have seen it coming.

There’s red letters on your bathroom mirror. Lipstick sticking to the glass.

Love you!

There’s a heart around it, a lipstick mark next to it.

You can’t even be mad that he used your expensive one.

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How are there so many shades of lipstick?

That’s what Thomas writes to you one evening. 

How come you kept the liquid matte ones from me?

You laugh.

The next evening Vic texts you, looking for her lipstick, she thinks it might be with you. You have a look in the bathroom before you realise that the most likely suspect is right under her nose.

Ask Thom. And tell him, he has to give it back, he can’t just take what isn’t his.

He’s out but I found it in one of his pockets. Since when does he steal lipstick? 

Slight obsession.

You can imagine how Thomas’ cheeks heat up when Vic will tease him with it later.

Can you show me the colour?

Vic sends a photo of a lipstick tub with red roses on it. Another one, where you can see the colour, a raspberry red - a little pinkish. Another one that shows you the name. It’s matte and liquid. 

.#####.

“I got something for you.”

“Shouldn’t I bring presents from travelling, or something?”

“You will like it,” you smile at him. He will, you’re sure. But there might be a catch he isn’t expecting when you look at his excited face.

His face slightly drops when you give him the lipstick tub. Red roses on white background. The Dolce & Gabbana sign on it. The Dolcissimo name. He swallows.

“You know what this is?”

He nods.

You wait.

“Vic’s … lipstick.”

“No, this is your lipstick. I bought it, it’s yours, you can wear it.” He nods again. “And what do you have to say?”

“Little bunnies don’t take what isn’t theirs?”

“Exactly,” you say softly, “Come here.”

You apply the lipstick to his lips, he looks beautiful. Pretty.  

“I’m sorry.”

“Did you apologise to Vic?”

“I did.” Thomas blushes deeply.

“Good, and now bunny can make it up to me.”

He nods.

“You can get yourself ready,” there’s excitement sparking in his eyes, “And then you can get my harness, choose a size and take one more toy. Then you can get me, I’ll be in the kitchen cooking for later.”

At some point it made click in your head, that the biggest punishment for him is deciding on it himself and some other small thing. Rack his pretty head if he can and wants to take what he chooses for himself. It takes him longer than you anticipate. When he comes into the kitchen, he’s naked. Except for his collar, his cheeks are reddened. He isn’t saying a peep.

“Did you choose?”

He nods.

You eye his collar, you didn’t say anything about it, you aren’t displeased, you almost let it slide completely. You put a finger under it: “Next time you ask, okay?”

“Yes,” he gets out quickly, “Yes, I will. Thank you for letting me wear it.”

Thomas put everything on the end of the bed. He kneels next to it on the floor. You have a closer look. There’s your harness, lube, a condom, a dildo that’s slightly bigger than what you thought he would pick. But the biggest surprise are the nipple clamps he got out. With every passing second he blushes more. You pick the clamps up and let them dangle in front of his face.

“Are you sure about them?”

“Yes,” he looks at the floor.

“Babe, you hate them.” He really does, his nipples are sensitive, he always yelps and looks at you as if in agony. “You can choose something else, you can choose something you like.”

You’re surprised he didn’t go with his usual choice of rope. Or his second choice of a cock ring - there even is a vibrating one that he actually loves somewhere in the nightstand. 

“Can we try?” His voice is small. “Please.”

“Sure,” you get your hand under his chin, “but if this is too much we will change to a ring, okay?”

“Yes,” he smiles, “I would like that.”

You get your harness to step into it. Thomas stretches his hand out before he stops himself.

“Am I allowed to help?”

“Of course.”

He readjusts a strap that twisted, then he adjusts the toy to the o-ring of your strap-on harness. He stays on the floor until you tell him to get on the bed.

“Did you finger yourself?”

He looks at you out of wide eyes. Surprised. It just seems to hit him that this was included in getting yourself ready. 

“No,” he closes his eyes. “Bunny is still good?”

“Yes, you’re good.” You take his hand and squirt some lube onto his fingers. “You can do it now.”

You kiss his thighs, you know that he slid one finger into himself when you hear him moan, and then another one a few minutes later when you hear him mewl. You put some lube on your own fingers, one of them slips easily into Thomas, joining two of his own which he scissors slightly.

“You think that’s enough?”

“Ye-,” a moan rips through his throat, “Yes, I’m ready, please.”

“Good, keep your fingers there a little longer.” He sighs when you pull your finger out. You get the clamps and put them on his nipples slowly and carefully. He whimpers and moans and whines. “Should we take them off?”

You tug on the chain gently. There’s a little silent cry tumbling from Thomas’ lips. 

“Let’s take them off, okay.”

But Thomas shakes his head.

“No?”

“No,” he whines, “I want them, please. I want this, it feels nice … but no tugging harder than this.”

“Okay,” you shush him, “Not harder than this. And when it is too much we will still take them off.”

He watches you when you rub the lube onto the strap-on. Obediently he spreads his legs and he bites his lips when you stretch him out slowly. After a couple of inches you stop, only continuing when Thomas whimpers for more. You go slow on him, and his whimpers turn into moans when you slide in with the whole length. Thomas’ breath goes heavily and he bites his lips when you stop moving, just keeping him full. 

“You’re ruining your lipstick.”

He stops biting, but when you pull out completely, he bites his lip again to muffle his frustrated voice.

“I want you on top.”

You change places. He is over you, and you sitting against the back of the bed, waiting for him. To lower himself down, to get the dildo inside again. You’re waiting for him, he lets it slide back in slowly. He’s betraying his own impatience with how slow he’s going. Before the impatience takes over and he starts to bounce up and down. Hands around your neck. He hisses when you still his hips. It’s the other small thing he hates so much. 

“No bouncing.”

“But …” 

“Don’t move.”

For a minute you both stay still. He’s soft, and whimpering. And sososo desperate. You can see it on his face, it takes him a lot not to move. 

“That’s it, just like that,” you press a kiss to his lips - then to his nose, “such a good boy for holding still.”

“Just wanna bounce.”

You laugh a little: “I know, you’re such a bouncy bunny. But you have to hold out a bit longer.”

He grits his teeth together, everything to just stop himself from moving. He’s impatient, he wants to move. There are whines and growls coming from the back of his throat. You know it’s all he wants to do, just bounce up and down. Have the tip bump against his prostate. 

“You’re pretty when you’re blushing.”

His face and his throat get even redder, the teasing getting to him. He’s trying so hard not to move, to bounce, to wiggle, to grind against you. 

“You’re doing great.”

He loves the praise, his eyes rolling back. The blush isn’t going down, it only gets more, travelling down his chest. The look of his eyes is pleadingly, and he grabs your hand, squeezing it to think about anything else than moving. 

“Now you can move.”

There’s a breath he probably doesn’t know he was holding. He moves, his hips moving up and down. He’s a bouncing mess on top of you, lipstick getting smudged. He’s panting. And he’s so close. His thighs are quivering, his face lit up in pleasure. You tug at the chain from the nipple clamps just a tiny bit, he whines, but he still moves his hips.

“Stop.”

He makes the craziest sound you have ever heard. Alluring. Absolutely pathetic little noise. Still, he stops moving.

“Not fair,” slips out of his mouth before he can think about it. You tug on the chain again. You know that he can’t think straight anymore. 

You give him a short break: “Move.”

He moves, this time quicker, more uncoordinated. You give him a couple of minutes, not enough for him.

“Stop.”

“No …”

He whines, he bounces for a couple more seconds which is why you slap his thigh lightly and then he stops. He flares his nose. You know it’s all so much, too much. 

After the fourth round, you praise him, he isn’t moving. But he’s begging, drooling, the spit running down his chin. 

“Please, pl-please, just, bounce, please.”

Everything coming out of his mouth is a broken cry. His hair is everywhere, his bangs clinging to his forehead, sweat on his chest.

“I’m …,” he shivers, “Please, I’m so desperate. Bunny needs …”

He doesn’t finish. He sloppily starts sucking on your fingers when you hold them out for him. His red lips look beautiful around your fingers. 

“You were so good today,” you smile at him, “You can move.”

Thomas starts moving and this time you don’t stop him. His thighs are quivering harder than before. His breath hitching, his movements uncoordinated. You raise your hips a little bit to meet his movements. He cums with a loud moan when he bounces down and you take one of the nipple clamps off just to have the little teeth snap again. Thomas only slowly calms down.

“Ouch,” he whimpers.

You take them off carefully, Thomas still mumbling. 

“You are fantastic, we will put cream on your poor nipples,” you whisper into his ear, “Such a good boy, I love you.”

He doesn’t make any move to get off you, wanting the feeling for a bit longer. You’re grateful that you took a glass of water and some chocolate from the kitchen earlier.

“Love you too.”

.#####.

Thomas sends a photo of a lipstick to you just before a show. 

Vic’s?

NO

You can see the pout in front of your inner eye. 

Ethan got it from the mua. He said, I’m eyeing it, so I should wear it

It’s a lovely shade of merlot.

Do you want to wear it?

Yes

He sends you a selfie. Thomas in front of the mirror. Lipstick on his lips. He’s beautiful, and he doesn’t rub it off. Only when the stage lights are out again.

.#####.

END.

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[rosenallies]

"it's okay, just breathe" or "Ill stay as long as you need" with planymphia <333

well <3 I tried <3

——

“Nymphia! I’m back.” Jane called as she walked casually into Nymphia’s apartment like she lived there, setting down the takeout she’d just picked up.

Nymphia, who Jane had left in bed, was silent. Jane huffed, shaking her head as she padded to the bedroom, sticking her head in and finding Nymphia in a heap underneath the duvet. “Babe? Did you fall asleep?”

Still no answer, Jane tip toed over to the bed, gently lifting the corner of the blanket and peeking underneath. She didn’t find Nymphia asleep like she thought, but she found her crying quietly into her hands.

Concern clouded Jane’s features, eyebrows furrowing together as she kneeled next to the bed. “Nymphia,” she said softly, extending her hand for her to take.

Jane had never been good at comforting people, usually preferring to keep her distance from crying people, but Nymphia brought out a gentleness in her that she didn’t know she had. Seeing Nymphia anything other than happy and content made Jane’s chest ache, but this was the first time she’d seen her cry and immediately Jane knew she wanted to make it stop no matter what.

Never breaking contact, Jane slid into bed beside her, gently moving her head to her lap, stroking her hair while she whispered. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?”

Nymphia shook her head, moving to hide her face in Jane’s abdomen, wanting so badly to disappear into her partner.

“No? Nothing happened? Did I-?”

Shaking her head again, Nymphia cried harder, grabbing onto Jane’s sweatshirt and holding herself there.

“Oh, baby,” Jane cooed, “it’s okay, just breathe, it’ll be okay, whatever is it. We can stay like this as long as you need.”

While Nymphia sobbed, Jane spoke quietly and tenderly to her, rubbing her back and coaching her though breathing until she was calm enough to take a full breath and look up at Jane. Her bloodshot eyes and red cheeks broke Jane’s heart.

“Tell me what’s the matter. Please.”

Nymphia spoke quietly. “I-I’m just a bit in my head.”

Jane hummed, urging her to continue.

“I-I’m not as confident as you might think,” she said, shame washing over her in a red flush over her cheeks, “I just don’t feel-I don’t feel pretty today and-and when you left it just kind of all hit me at once.”

Jane was taken aback, not expecting that response at all, especially after they’d spent all afternoon into the evening alternating between fucking and making love and the thought that preoccupied Jane’s mind the most was how beautiful Nymphia is. If it were up to Jane, Nymphia’s casual little selfies would hang in an art museum.

“Sometimes I just feel so, so ugly,” she continued, making Jane’s stomach churn. It was one thing to not feel pretty, everyone had moments where they don’t feel their best, hell Jane didn’t feel her best in that moment in the sweats she threw on to go pick up dinner, but Nymphia feeling ugly was just unacceptable.

“But, Nymphia, you’re beautiful,” she replied, almost a little dumbfounded over how someone like Nymphia could ever think they weren’t the most beautiful thing in the world. Nymphia wasn’t cocky at all, but Jane would have understood if she was. To Jane, Nymphia was perfect in every way.

“I don’t ever feel that way,” she laughed bitterly, “sometimes I don’t get what you see in me.”

Jane sighed, running a hand through Nymphia’s hair. “You know I’m not the best with words and being vulnerable but I see so much in you. Not only do I think you’re gorgeous, but you’re also kind and funny and you’re the only one to allow me to let my guard down. You’ve softened me.”

Nymphia giggled. “Janey’s going soft on me,” she said, sighing before the smile was wiped off her face, making way for an anxiousness that wasn’t there before, “do you really mean all that?”

“Of course I do. I mean every word and I’ll tell you whenever you need to hear it.”

“Thank you, I still don’t really feel my best, but I feel better.”

Jane smiled. “Can I take care of you tonight?”

“I’d like that.”

“Good,” Jane said, leaning down and kissing Nymphia gently, “stay here and I’ll bring the food in here?”

Nodding, Nymphia scooted from Jane’s lap to let her up, sitting against the headboard while Jane brought the takeout into the bedroom.

“I know eating noodles in bed isn’t the most conventional thing, but there’s something that feels healing about it, don’t you think?” Jane said, settling next to Nymphia.

“As long as we don’t get anything on my nice bedsheets.”

“I won’t,” Jane promised, pulling the takeout container away from Nymphia when she reached for it, “let me.”

Jane twirled a bit of Nymphia’s noodles on a fork and held it to her lips.

“Really? I think I can feed myself,” Nymphia laughed.

Jane shook her head and tutted. “Just let me take care of you, I wanna take care of you.”

“Okay fine,” Nymphia relented with a giggle, letting herself relax into Jane’s doting.

#planymphia office au #prompt request

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: Dan and Phil React to Every Phil is not on fire! #3

- Literally ran away from my mum for this video, we were watching tv on the couch and I saw the notification and fucking RAN.

- Shaking with anticipation they look so, old school in Dan's shirt and the denim jacket. This is how I remember them from when I first became a fan of them and just that brings up so much nostalgia.

- NOSE TOUCH TEXTURE. Someone on tumblr called that Phil would do it again and they delivered.

- hear discourse (what the heck was I on about with this one??)

- Why did he just fully show his underwear on the internet, like they really already didn't give a fuck anymore back then did they?

- Their sensory icks coming through with the mushroom, like I know that is not a neurotypical reaction.

- Phil hitting dan adorably when Dan says phulge.

- The ladders song appreciation, they do just like their silly compatibility do they?

- "Natural talent for duet improv song writing" cute

- The photo phil took of dan on the couch is so cute somehow I can't explain. It's so, intimate and so, domestic it makes me feel all giddy.

- The salsa and nacho laugh were SO uncomfortable they hated that, like Phil's laugh is not one of finding it actually funny I am sorry.

- "Uhh gif it" FUCK YOU PHIL

- Grandma Lester is THE icon, the more we learn about her the more I admire this woman and everything she did in life.

- PINOF 7 really is very good

- SOFTLAUNCH OF THE GAY HAHAHA

- PHIL CAN NOT STOP POINTING OUT THE TOUCHING IS DRIVING ME INSANE. lIt doesn't feel like he is doing it anymore to make fun of us, his tone is different and he isn't mocking us anymore... it feels like he is doing it for his own fun and almost appreciation of how they have become more comfortable with it.

- The discussion if Yuri On Ice was gay, Dan has much higher standards than I do (or Phil for that matter) and not everything is about sex daniel.

- The only thing I have to add at this point is how much more comfortable they are with touching and being close again by PINOF 8. You can tell they are out of being paranoid af about fans analyzing everything and coming more into just, being themselves again and not avoiding each others space.

- Phil not knowing his own diss track but knowing Dans is the most whipped behaviour I have ever witnessed.

- The nightstand exposure, like Dan just fully naming everything (almost I'd say) that Phil has in his night stand haha.

- They skipped some good parts big sad times, I get why because there simply isn't enough time to do four videos in one but still sad.

- "Sometimes I slept in it" WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMETIMES This deadass confirms what we thought about the bedroom being a filming set and not actually their his bedroom, which is wild to me.

- PHATASS mention, Dan we know you love Phil's ass by now but thank you.

- "How did the floorplan stalkers even survive this era" oh Dan...

- Soft gay, they are acutely aware of all the things we picked up on as 'gay proof' and are not acknowledging that we weren't all that off really, they were just deeply closeted.

- THE AMOUNT OF NEW SELFIES WE ARE GETTING. The couch one, the ice deep throating... also the ones of Phil are so much more tame than Dan's.

- Dan is a PINOF 9 truther, interesting

- THE BUTT RIBENA FLIP. Glad they included this in their reaction because we were waiting for it.

- Dan can't stop looking at Phil, like this is so fascinating to me but we know Dan's side profile so much better than ever because he genuinely can't stop looking at Phil

- I think them ending it at 10 was perfect, it really is so sacred now.

- PHIL HAS DISCORD (I am so tempted to sent him a friend request. Update: I did and he doesn't take friend requests lol)

- Have these seen the our discussions about who would win a fight?!

- They really look so fond of their past selves, it makes me happy that they can actually appreciate their journey.

I can say that this journey through the 10 years of their career made my chest swell with fondness because they really have grown and been through so much. Being able to look back on this and see how much they have grown since then makes me so honored that we have been able to share their journey for this long.

See you tomorrow for another #sam reacts!

#dan and phil #amazingphil #daniel howell #phan #gaymingmas #sam reacts #Dan and Phil React to Every Phil is not on fire!

[janahanooo]

Damn

So the baby's nam is Aurelia! What a beautiful name. Now lets see what do the boys think about the name of their your child

This became longer than I expected, sorry for typos, not proof-read

First years

Ace: wow, not gonna lie I thought it would be something lame

Mom!yuu: ace

Ace: right sorry, still the little one is adorable

Deuce: Aurelia... hmm, I think it's a perfect match

Mom!yuu: how come?

Deuce: I have a feeling they will brightly shine in the future

Mom!yuu: aww deucie! That is so sweet! I'm sure she'll love you the most as her big bro<3

Jack: it means golden one, right?

Mom!yuu: yep

Jack: it's a pretty name for a pretty girl like her, but I hope you get enough rest and don't pull allnighetrs 'cause of her okay?

Epel: I still think Negie would have been a funny name for her

Mom!yuu: epel, you do know Negie is a boy while Aurelia is a girl. And I don't want Vil nagging me all the time

Epel: fine, I will still make them a troublemaker tho

Ortho: oh my sevens! Prefect the baby is very cute! Mind if I take some pictures of her for big brother?

Mom!yuu: not at all, go a head

Ortho: done! Can I come visit more often?

Sebek: AS EXPECTED, THE CHILD OF BRIAR VALLIE MUST HAVE A BRILLIANT NAME

Mom!yuu: wait, just how many account did you make just to get this name in first place?

Sebek:

Sebek: that is not relevant, all I did was to ask Lilia-sama to help me vote a name that is perfect as the next heir to the trone with Waka-sama as the father

Mom!yuu: wha-?

Second years

Riddle: she looks very much like you, but would you tell me, why they have steak of golden hair?

Mom!yuu: oh. Oh, it's gonna be so awkward, you see, her dad had that hair color and that little steak is shoving that we still have something that remaines from him..

Riddle: I see, thank you for aswering my question

Ruggie: gold 'cause the hair? Or gold 'cus Leona-san gave you that golden crib the other day?

Mom!yuu: really? It was Leona?

Ruggie: yep, he was so weird the whole day until the baby had been born, so take the opportunity and tease him about it later

Azul: do you have enough baby food for her? I might as well like to tell you that we have a special menu just for the little pearl

Mom!yuu: thanks but I thinks she likes milk for now, so maybe when she grew up

Jade: yes it would be better, we don't want the little one to be hurt

Floyd: yeah shrimpy! So come visit us sometimes alright~?

Kalim: she's adorable!! She looks like my siblings when they were little! Oh oh! I bought these toys for her, and this blanket too and don't forget about these sweet jumpers too!

Mom!yuu: thank you Kalim darling, but I think tha's enough baby product for now, I'm sure she'll like them

Jamil: "golden one"... like the sun?

Mom!yuu: yeah, shining bright and guiding us to the better

Jamil: so she'll be Kalim 2.0... I actually wouldn't mind that..

Silver: she's adorble and her chubby cheeks are sweet too. The name is perfect.

Mom!yuu: yeah... actually, what do you know about Sebek and Lilia making multiple accounts to vote for the na-

Silver: zzzz...

Third years

Trey: I'm guessing the voting went well then, and Aurelia is a cute name

Mom!yuu: thank you I think she likes it too. Huh? Ari? What's wrong? Oh! I left her bottle in the kitchen! Could you hold her for me until then?

Trey: gladly. *takes Ari from Mom!yuu* you will cause so much trouble for us in the future... heh, can't wait

Cater: first! Selfie time!!! I need to post this undying lovelyness of Ari! #cutebaby #omgmybabyiscute !!

Mom!yuu: you really like her I assume

Cater: of course I love her! She's your baby! Who wouldn't?

Leona: all I ask is to NEVER bring her here when that Cheka is here. I don't need two cubs to look after

Vil: she's little

Mom!yuu: well, yeah. She has just been born, what did you expect?

Vil: *whispering* still, cute

Rook: oh Trickster! Mon bebe is just too cute for this cruel world! Oh! Little Aurelia is just too perfect!

Mom!yuu: thanks Rook. Oh look! She's waking up! Hii Ari! Say hi to Rook to Ari!

Ari: *some blabbering*

Rook: oui oui! This is truly a blessing!

Idia: do- do I really have to?

Mom!yuu: don't force yourself, it's okay. She'll grow up around you guys so you will have time together. Don't worry too much

Idia: right... and h-here is your um bottle that you ordered the other day..

Malleus: hmm, she truly is magnificent. Humans are so mysterious, right Lilia? Lilia?

Lilia:

Lilia: baby, must hold baby...

Malleus: !! Oh sevens, no Lilia! Don't you dare kidnap Child of mans child!

Lilia: but Mal!! She's just adorable!

Malleus: you must ressist.

Lilia: you're right.

Lilia: you look so much luke her... and even the name, heh. See you old friend...

Aaand everyones favouret weasel cat! Grim!

Grim: she's small. Very small. Is it okay to be this small? Is she really healty?

Mom!yuu: yes she is, but she's easily get's tired. So take care of her okay?

Grim: I will be the best caretaker ever! Don't you ever boupt me on that! Nyahahaha!

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst #twst mom!mc #twst mom!yuu #twst malleus #twst lilia #twst idia #twst vil #twst rook #twst leona #twst trey #twst cater #twst silver #twst jamil #twst kalim #twst floyd #twst jade #twst azul #twst riddle #twst ruggie #twst sebek #twst epel #twst ortho #twst jack #twst deuce #twst ace #twst grim

[good-beans]

hi i'd like to know about your transfem fuuta thoughts please. if that's ok

"if that's ok" as if I haven't been rotating transfem fuuta in my mind for a long time and dying for an excuse to post something 👀👀👀 Thank you so much Ah!! I was able to format my little ideas and headcanons into an actual write-up, I just love this concept so much! All the big murderous twists in the series and I’ll never get over it is what it is...

So, as much as I enjoy headcanons about some big revelation moment, I think that Fuuta Terminally Online Kajiyama has been very aware of his identity for a while. He just never really got the motivation to do anything about it. He knows he's not completely satisfied with his gender, but isn't constantly suffering over it, so he thinks telling people/transitioning would be way too much of a hassle at that point in his life. He also struggles with people taking him seriously given his height, attitude, etc -- unconsciously he's also worried it will only make matters worse in that area.

He wouldn't dare say anything to his parents, and wants to avoid hassle with his friends. People paint them as judgy incels sometimes, but if they were really calling out ‘bad guys’ online, I always got the vibe they were those annoying type of progressives who will harass people for not being accepting in the perfect correct way, you know? They'd be outwardly supportive but there's still a level of high expectations and performance that comes with it, and so deep down Fuuta understands there'd be a "hassle," but can't really define why.

I mentioned in another hc post that Fuuta and his sister have a silent supportive relationship. I feel like she's the one person in his life who knows everything and is super accepting -- this is understood even though neither have said anything out loud. (When he was younger, she definitely forced him into skirts, dresses, and accessories "to check something for her beautician work.") She's noticed all the times he's picked a female avatar in games, or cosplayed in ambiguous outfits.

Then, Milgram. Thinking his life will be over soon anyway, he opens up to a few of the prisoners about himself. Their unexpected openness keeps it on his mind more often than before. Still, nothing changes. Through some rocky verdicts, he's declared innocent and released.

Back in the real world, he's pretty fucked up from the whole ordeal, and starts off extremely isolated. He's in touch with his family, but distant. He maintains contact with some of the other released prisoners, but it starts off only over the phone. He changes schools or maybe drops out completely. Having deleted all online accounts after the incident, he gets to work setting up a new online presence. He was planning on using an alias anyways, and goes with something gender neutral. "To be extra safe that no one guesses it's me," he tells himself.

Letting his hair grow out begins as an accident -- just a side effect of never going out or minding his appearance. One day he realizes how long he's let it go and grabs some scissors to cut it. He makes a comment in his chat, and someone begs him to send a picture first. He goes to take it, but is suddenly disgusted and ashamed of his self-neglect. He's forced to make himself selfie presentable first: brushing his hair and throwing on something clean real quick. When he goes to take the picture, he realizes it looks good. It feels good. He puts the scissors away.

Soon, the prisoners/some new online friends coax Fuuta to hang out more. That's when she decides to reintroduce herself into society as someone new. She ventures out with the name of a favorite video game character. (I'm going to continue saying Fuuta because I genuinely can't name a single popular character from games she'd play, but just picture the most painfully obvious one you can. The kind you hear and go "oh okay. You play X too much, huh." And please send me your thoughts so I can work them into my own personal canon 👀) 

She doesn't have any hatred towards her deadname, it's more the pain of association: she remembers it said accusingly from the mouths of ex-friends. She remembers that name being called a murderer. She's not trying to deny/run from that past, she just wants to be someone better. Well, some days it is her way of running away, but most of the time it's a healthy separation from the past.

Encouraged by the positive reception and abundance of privacy in her isolation, she finally starts to explore her appearance more. Mikoto left behind some earrings during a visit -- she pierces her ears herself and tries them on. (If she doesn't like them, the holes will just heal, right? She's not weak, she can take a little pain...) Yuno/Mahiru stayed over once, and left a bit of makeup in the bathroom. She tries that on too. With a beautician in the family, this self-styling comes very easily. Fuuta's cowardly tendencies have her torn between embarrassment and her typical 'fuck you' attitude that she can do whatever she wants.

You know when you solve a tiny problem and suddenly you're smacked with how much of a huge problem it actually was? Fuuta never believed she had any issues before, but all of the sudden she's happier. Every day is easier. She has more friends. True friends. She does better with school/work. Her personality is still fiery, but it's more passion than irritability now. Self-hatred she didn't recognize starts melting away. She smiles more. She laughs more. She has plans for her future. She's excited about her future. 

(Shameless art plug hehe, before I had the timeline nailed down I did a little drawing of that selfie Fuuta takes when she realizes she's satisfied with this appearance, and now has newfound motivation to move forward in life.)

Over time she experiments with other elements of transitioning, and maybe changes her name to something a bit more subtle lol.

Unfortunately, I don't think it would go over well with her parents, but she never much cared for their opinions, anyway. One day a bit in the future, she bumps into her old friends in the street. Once recovering from panic, she's pleasantly surprised that they don't recognize her. Fuuta thought her appearance/fashion wasn't that different, but to fair, the friends figured they'd remember a stunning redhead with a very noticeable eye injury if they'd met before...

And just a few quick prisoner reactions (because in my heart they're all making it out ;--;):

Yuno has similar relationship as Fuuta's sister, offering immense help without unnecessary words. She's Fuuta’s go-to contact for trying new things and asking questions. 

When Mahiru first finds out, she goes a bit overboard with a makeover attempt. She and Muu provide their most frilly, glimmering outfits. They paint her nails and do makeup. They style her hair. This obviously turns out to be way too much, earning them a Fuuta-typical rant. Still, she's secretly moved by their enthusiasm and kindness. 

After that, designer Mikoto tries his hand at helping. Fuuta had been really worried the two of them would lose their guys nights out and relaxed friendship, but their relationship never changes.

Shidou is very accepting and very awkward. He's trying!! He gets excited, sending her all this information and help for medically transitioning.

Fuuta invites Kazui to their first pride parade <3

Though there's no return address on the package, Fuuta receives a gift of miscellaneous earrings and piercings in the mail with a note that they'd suit her well…

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #and the others briefly #(i never know how to write pre and post transition pronouns so i just switch when she does) #thank youuuuu ive literally wanted to post something but wasnt sure if it was silly or anyone would care ;-; so this made me sooo excited #fuuta my beloved!! #it is what it is my beloved!! #i just want that for her so bad!! #its funny because i know thats not what yamanaka intended and still it fits So Well: #theres so much attention on her self perception - fear of how others perceive her - the self hatred - the layered clothes #OUGH #haruka amane and es are supportive as well i just couldnt think of specifics #jackalope isnt -_- #i say fuuta and kazui went to pride together but i mean practically all the other prisoners are there too sadfds #its just the biggest deal to them #another art mention -- @sequoiareachesforthesky drew her the other day and ive been Looking Hoo Boy 👁️👁️ #im a little obsessed with it asdfsdfd #i was supposed to finish my next drabble before formatting all this but shhh i wont tell if you dont #im just stuck on some simple dialogue but this was flowin lol #i dont know other peoples thoughts on her but i hope you enjoy :3 #and yeah i live under a rock and know 0 gamer names -- please tell me lol #rose posts

[ayyyez]

Could I request who you think would be the best and worst at flirting?? Like scale of Casanova/a Natural to mumbling fool in front of their crush for the haikyuu boys? It could be anyone from the teams, though I'd also love to hear your thoughts on the miya twins lol

a/n: Oh gosh okay this is going to be interesting. In general, I love the twins! They’re absolute menaces and I love putting them in shenanigans together. Osamu is an absolute darling and one of my favourite characters. Atsumu is a menace to society and his hair pre time skips looks like burnt cheesecake lmao. But I still love the loser (affectionate) especially making fun of him. I have a Haikyuu OC that also does that lmao. She has an au paired with Osamu too. 

Okay I picked a few characters and rated them and how they flirt! I hope you enjoy. It’s nice to write some Haikyuu!!

@loveskitkats There’s a burnt cheescake under the cut for you ily <3

Headcanon Characters: Rintarou Suna, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Tetsurou Kuroo, Tobio Kageyama

Rated Characters at the end below the cut

Tags: Headcanons, Flirting, Flirting with their crush, teasing, banter, fluff, undercut because long post

Rintarou Suna (Natural with fun teasing banter):

He’s not the kind of person to flirt with everyone but when he has someone he likes he’s a little shit tease. You can give it back to him though he can take it. 

Very much a friends to lovers type of guy so in the crush stages theres a lot of back and forth flirting going on. He gives compliments pretty freely. Sometimes they’re just nice genuine ones. ‘Huh I like that shirt.’ or ‘Looks good.’ but most of the time they have that teasing tone. ‘Aw did you dress up just for me?’ It’s got that half joking, half curious vibe behind it. 

A lot of his flirting comes across through how much he talks to you in general. He will not waste his time or bother with people he doesn’t have interest in. He’s the kind of person to get to know someone before relationship so he’ll feel you out. 

Sending messages. Likes sending pictures. Not necessary flirty pictures (although will send just selfies sometimes and you flirt back and forth telling each other you look hot) but just general day to day pictures in order to connect. Sends those ‘Damn wish I was there with you.’ messages. 

Physical messing around like pretending to annoy you. Messing with your hair. Poking your cheek. Nuzzling his face against your shoulder. He’s a physically affectionate person and likes pushing the boundaries on friendship while crushing. 

Seeks out physical touch and takes comfort in it. If he’s comfortable enough to sleep on your shoulder and let you make fun of him then you’re in. 

Osamu Miya (Natural but Shy):

The kind of guy who moves at a steady pace with the subtle kind of flirt. The flirts that come out of no where and knock you out. It’ll be a normal conversation then ‘Oh is that new? huh, it’s nice.’ Soft smile and immeditately moves on in conversation. Like? did that just happen?

It’s also that he has his own brand of flirting where you have to know him to know he’s flirting. Ditching his brother to hang out with you? BIG deal. Sharing his food with you? BIG deal. Even making food for you.

It’ll seem like a friends thing with him too but that’s how he operates. He’s a stealthy friends to lovers guy. He’ll come in one day and be like ‘Oh, I made these did ya want to try?’ or ‘Here I made this for ya.’ Then when you’re done it’s. ‘Tell me what ya think. I wanna know ya opinion.’ LIKE BOY. The sweetest.

Learns your favourite drinks and snacks and will keep them on hand and just give them to you like gifts. ‘Gotcha something.’ Acts like it’s nothing too but wears that soft little smile.

Teasing is kind of his flirting too. That’s how he gets along with people by default but it’s teasing banter. If you come hang out with him or visit him a lot it’s all ‘Can’t get enough of me, huh?’ Osamu please.

If you give any of this back by the way he’ll love it because it’s his love language and he’ll give you that oh so sweet Osamu smile with a hint of a blush. He can give it but gets all shy getting it. He just doesn’t expect it? Sometimes he just gets so bold he forgets reciprocation exists and shuts down.

Atsumu Miya (Not a natural but has some charm): 

I see him being somewhere in the middle. Like he can be super obnoxious to his fangirls, that’s canon, he does not give a shit about being all smooth and hot. 

But he also has natural charisma and charm. However around his crush? A goddamn mess. 

The wrong brash thing always comes out of his mouth. You always catch him when he’s fighting with his brother being a hot, loud mess. You see him being all dramatic when he flubs his serve. 

See him being a weeping crybaby mess when his gran sends him a  message that he’s a good boy. It’s actually endearing but he doesn’t know that. He’s just embarassed.

Then when he tries to talk to you it’s all bright blushes and loud unclear sentences at first. What? Takes a sec to cool down. 

Okay now you can understand him he tries the smooth stuff. ‘Hey did ya catch my game yesterday?’ Then Osamu comes in with the ‘Ha the game ya flubbed ya serve so bad you fell flat on ya face?’ cue their arguement. 

Will definitely always approach you though no matter how much he embarasses himself. If there’s one thing about Atsumu, he is persistent. The only thing that will stop him is your disinterest. Your interest and laugh (even if it’s at his expense) spurs him on. All the embarassment is worth it.

His flirting is also just asking questions. Always asking questions about you. Wants to know EVERYTHING about you. He never shuts up so the words just keep coming and coming he’s basically gushing over you wanting to talk to you so bad. (Tell him his hair is cool if you think he needs a breather he’ll shut down for a moment)

Tetsurou Kuroo (Thinks he’s a natural but becomes a mess)

In this mans head before he puts the flirting into practice he’s the smoothest motherfucker alive. He’s so cool. The coolest person you’ve ever seen and he is going to wow his crush. He’s going to wow you. 

The second he sees you though his head is empty, his cheeks are burning and his mouth betrays him. He’s a hot mess. Goes to say good morning to you and ask how you are but he fumbles so hard over his words. It’s the funniest, sweetest thing too.

After the least smooth recovery of laughing himself off he’ll just stick with an ‘Um, hi.’ and go from there. If you laugh he figures at least he got a positive reaction and that was totally the plan. HE’s IN.

Every time he sees you doesn’t know what to talk about? His mind literally goes blank. Kind of just blurts words out? like ‘COFFEE!’ or ‘VOLLEYBALL!’ or ‘CLASS!’ without thinking and it’s up to you to nod your head and piece it together. Please be patient with him.

Like one time you deduced he wanted to get coffee. The other time he wanted to talk to you about volleyball. The other time was something about class. Once you get him talking he kind of relaxes and his mind fills with words again. 

Once his words come back to him he tries flirting but this dork still doesn’t have the smoothest game. It’s all fun facts and smart ass remarks filled with banter which is still fun though. 

His idea of flirting is ‘Hey did you know *insert random fact*’. If you counter his fact with a fact of your own he’ll say something like ‘Wow, I should treat you to a drink for teaching me something I didn’t know.’ and that’s the closest to smooth he gets. 

The kind of guy who would say ‘Why thank you I grew it myself!’ if you compliment his hair. That’s how ‘smooth’ he is lmao. I love this dork. 

Tobio Kageyama (Doesn’t know how to flirt but still pulls off sweet things)

My sweet sweet Kageyama tries his best but his head is just full of volleyball okay flirting is not on the agenda! Neither are crushes he just kind of feels very deeply for you kind of like you’re his favourite person. 

So because you’re his favourite person he wants to share his favourite things with you. Volleyball being one of them. Talks about it a lot! But not just that he wants to know if you have a thing you’re passionate about. (God if it’s volleyball too he just will talk to you about it for hours.) 

Will buy two things where he used to buy one because he wants you to have one. It’s him wanting to share his likes again. His milk drinks, yoghurt drinks? Two now. Will always offer one your way. Kind of blushy about it. It’s endearing. Again he doesn’t see it as a crush really unless it’s pointed out to him. 

Invites you to games and to watch him play in general. He wants you to love volleyball as much as he does. It’s everything to him. He’ll spend time with you outside of that setting as a compromise if necessary. 

Kageyama’s version of flirting is looking up to see you in the stands before a game and giving a subtle nod with a small smile. It’s meeting up with you afterwards and thanking you for your support. It’s being happy that you were there. It’s discussing all the things that went right and went wrong because he feels comfortable to do so. 

It’s Kageyama saying that he likes hanging out with you but he probably won’t be the one to bring it up first. It’s him figuring out he has crush only when you or someone else points it out to him. It’s all the things he does because you’re his favourite person without realising it. 

Timeskip Kageyama though, after taking all these years to realise what it all means might become a little bolder and more intent with his actions. And there will be a day he’ll confess he realises why you’re his favourite person. 

Honorable Mentions:

Natural Flirt (Smooth talkers with no shame): Koshi Sugawara, Yuji Terushima, Morisuke Yaku, Kotarou Bokuto

Flirts (Bold/Teasing/Banter): Satori Tendou, Akira Kunimi, Kei Tsukishima, Tooru Oikawa

Awkward Flirts (Blush/Voice Volume Control in either direction): Ryunosuke Tanaka, Eita Semi, Kenma Kozume, Kourai Hoshiumi, Chikara Ennoshita

Awkward Flirts (Freezes/Fumbles over words/Blush): Tadashi Yamaguchi, Hitoka Yachi, Yutaro Kindaichi

Doesn’t know how to flirt still succeeds accidentally: Kanji Koganegawa, Keiji Akaashi

Doesn’t know how to flirt and it shows: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Takanobu Aone (he tries though okay)

#request #anon #hq!! #haikyuu!! #haikyu!! #haikyuu request #suna rintarou #suna #osamu #osamu miya #atsumu #atsumu miya #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kageyama #kageyama tobio #suna request #osamu request #atsumu request #kuroo request #kageyama request #headcanons #hcs #suna headcanons #osamu headcanons #atsumu headcanons #kageyama headcanons #kuroo headcanons #flirting headcanons #ez writes

[aestheteanime]

red flags/icks | aot

ft. eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirstein, connie springer, levi ackerman

cw: gn reader, toxic behavior, connie's is a *little* suggestive (just towards the end it's mentioned)

eren yeager

says all of his exes are "crazy"

and he's had multiple relationships in the past so it's a little concerning that all *12* of them are, in his words, "probably clinically insane"

he also says that they're all obsessed with him even though some of them he's been broken up with for months or even years?

eren says the issue with his past lovers was that they were too untrusting and that they wanted to know what he was doing all the time

he phrases it like this... "yeah i don't know, they all just like-- assumed i was cheating on them and wanted to look through my phone? kinda stalkerish if you ask me. i had to drop 'em."

doesn't understand that they most likely had probable cause to think he was cheating

if you two end up breaking up you'll most likely be lumped into the "crazy ex" category since he can't seem to understand that maybe he's the problem

armin arlert

gaslights you to the MAX

it feels like every conversation you try to hold with him, he's constantly trying to twist reality and make you doubt your own perceptions

he also turns every joke you make into a life lesson?

for example, you joke about how sasha was stuffing an entire loaf of bread down her throat the other day and armin says "she was probably really hungry and didn't eat all day, why are you being so mean? i thought you two were close friends?"

literal definition of when you try to tell your mom a joke and it completely backfires-- like literally just laugh it's not that deep

armin is really good at making you second guess yourself too

you're almost convinced his favorite phrase is "i never said that."

all in all, he might not actually mean to gaslight you but he can't stand possibly being the one to blame

jean kirstein

does the "awkward white guy smile"

you know, the one we're he purses his lips together and his upper lip disappears

usually does it in uncomfortable situations

like if you're at a bar and the waiter or bartender asks to check his id; he makes the face while waiting for it to be handed back to him

he also has no idea he does it?

like he'll make the face, look at you (maybe raises his eyebrows too *ugh gross*), and then stops making the face

if you ever tell him he does this, he denies denies denies

"i do that? no way, tell me one time i've done it."

oh honey i could tell you hundreds

you know it's him just trying to be nice in awkward situations but like, why can't you just make a neutral face

at least he doesn't take selfies like that

connie springer

avoids certain conversations

he completely changes subjects when something comes up that he doesn't want or like to talk about

they're usually things he thinks you could disagree with him about-- politics, family issues, household problems (forgetting to take out the trash, not cleaning the dishes, etc.)

he's such a people-pleaser and doesn't want to upset you in any way but it starts to get annoying when you want to have a serious conversation

even conversations about your mental health he'll try and change the subject because he wouldn't know what to say to you

you can try and corner him by talking to him in the car, right before you go to bed, etc. but it doesn't work

he's not great at communicating so he also doesn't really open up to you

this leads to a lot of unresolved "fights"

well, you try to fight

he just walks away

or you both just have angry sex

levi ackerman

isn't very nice to customer service employees

not on purpose, obviously

but sometimes he just doesn't realize he's being an asshole

it's not like he says super mean things right off the bat, but if a waiter gets your order wrong at a restaurant he wouldn't hesitate to say "that's not what they ordered. you really had one job, go back and have them fix it... please."

only says please when he sees you glaring at him

overall he's just very short and to the point and it comes off as cold and hateful

and he doesn't necessarily mean to come off that way, he just doesn't understand how hurtful his tone can be

you usually have to do the talking for him at restaurants or stores since you don't want to risk him accidentally saying something rude

he doesn't mind you speaking for him at all though-- the less talking he has to do the better

#armins hurt to write i love that man TO DEATH #i hate the idea of these perfect men having red flags but i need to speak my truth #anime #anime imagines #attack on titan #aot #aot imagines #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #gender neutral pronouns #eren jeager x reader #armin arlert x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot drabble #aot headcanons #eren yeager #armin arlert #aot angst #jean kirstein #connie springer #levi ackerman

[blueicequeen19]

Touron Pt. 1

I feel so out of place. Awkward might as well be my middle name. It's not my first time visiting OBX for the summer but it's the first time I've noticed the Kook and Pogue divide. This is also my first party. My cousins always bragged about the beach parties that take place all summer and they wouldn't leave me alone until I decided to join them. I'd rather be curled up watching Netflix but whatever.

I didn't have any friends back home because I was the shy, nerdy girl who didn't like to socialize yet here I was practically thrown to the wolves. My cousin insisted I borrow one of her floral dresses and she curled my naturally wavy brown hair. At least now I looked like a flowery bump on a log that didn't belong.

"Hi." I look up from twirling my hair to see a handsome blonde boy with a playful grin. His long, messy hair screams surfer, along with the shark tooth necklace and beaded bracelets. My stomach dropped and my cheeks flushed. He was gorgeous.

"Hi." I squeaked as he sat down next to me, holding two red solo cups full of beer.

"I haven't seen you around before so I thought I'd introduce myself and offer you a beer." He never lost his smile as he offered me one of the cups. I'd sampled enough beer to know I didn't like it but I took the cup anyway with a small smile. "I'm JJ."

"Lucy, but you can call me Lu." I said softly, averting my eyes from his blue ones. Even in the dark I could tell that they looked like the ocean. Why did I care so much about tiny details?

"Lucy. I like that. It's pretty." JJ took a large drink of his beer, never taking his eyes off me.

"It's a grandma name." I joke, although that's how kids used to tease me growing up. It's either a kids name or a dogs name. So original.

"Lucille is a grandma name. Lucy is short and sweet, like you." Wow. Smooth talker and it's totally working. Warmth floods my body and my cheeks burn. When he smiles a dimple forms on one side and I ache to poke it. It takes me a second to realize that he's talking and I'm staring, totally not hearing what he said.

"I'm sorry, I was totally spacing out." I blurt, covering my red cheeks with my hands. That playful grin stays on his face.

"I could tell. You think I'm cute." JJ teases and my cheeks burn under my hands. "It's cool. I think you're cute too." Now my cheeks hurt from smiling.

"Do these lines usually work for you?" I find myself asking, lowering my hands.

"I don't know. Is it working?" He bites his bottom lip and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I want to bite it too.

"It's totally not working. I must be immune to your charm." Oh. My. God. I'm totally flirting back!

"Impossible. No one is immune to the JJ Maybank charm."

"Must be a rough day for you then." I sit my hand down on the log and he sits his on top of mine. Maybe he's just being overly flirty but it almost feels—intimate. I pull my hand away and he clears his throat.

"So you're a Touron?" He asks, finishing off his beers and straddling the log so he's facing me.

"Is that another Kook or Pogue thing?" I ask and he nods with a smirk.

"Kinda. Touron's are neutral ground though." He gives me a wink and I want to fall over.

"So it's like a gang? Are you in a gang, JJ?" I give a fake gasp, clutching my chest and he throws back his head with laughter. God, he's given me five minutes of attention and I'm obsessed.

"You could say that. You should come hang out sometime with me and my gang. Go fishing on the marsh or something. Look for lost treasures." I giggle, lost for words and he smiles back. Without thinking, I hand him my phone.

"Put your number in and I'll text you when I'm free." He gives me that lip biting grin again before quickly typing his number in then posing as he takes a selfie.

"I was going to list myself as "the hot guy from the party" but I didn't want you to think it was something else." He teases as he hands my phone back. Butterflies fill my stomach at the sight of his picture listed with his contact info and address. I smirked when I read the name. "The Charmer 😉"

"Do you not like the beer?" He asks after a moment of silence and I look down to the still full cup I've sit next to me on the log.

"I uh—." I start to lie, being the people pleaser I am, but he catches on.

"It's fine. You don't have to. I'd get you something else if I had it." JJ picks up the cup and takes a drink. My nerves are at ease at his sweet words.

"How do you drink it and not even make a face? Beer is so tart." I make a disgusted face and he chuckles.

"Lots of practice." I get another wink and my stomach flips. As the night goes on, I notice the more he drinks the more he flirts. We're both red faced and laughing by the time another long haired boy approaches us with a goofy grin.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but the bus is leaving." The boy gives me a soft smile and turns to JJ.

"It's cool, JB. I'm gonna walk Lucy home then I'll be home."

"Lucy, I'm John B. Don't listen to a word this guy says about me. I'm the better man for you." Another flirt. I blush but keep my eyes on JJ. I shake John B's hand and he walks off with a salute to JJ.

"He's right, yaknow." JJ smirks with a slight shake of his head as he picks at something on the log.

"About?" I question.

"He's the better man." I shake my head. There's no way yet I can't find the words to say that would make him feel better without humiliating myself. I get to my feet and brush myself off, feeling his eyes on me.

"I'm ready when you are." I gesture for him to follow and he does.

We walk and talk and laugh all the way back to my cousins house where I'm staying. I've never felt this type of connection with someone person. It's like we clicked and everything came so naturally. Half way through our journey, my fingers accidentally brushed his and he took my hand without hesitation. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and my skin was tingling from his hand in mine. His hands were large and warm and callused with a couple rings on his fingers. I smiled at the ground as his thumb stroked mine.

"Favorite movie?" He asks as we approach the stone wall of my cousins property. I slow down, turning to face him because I'm not ready for this night to end yet.

"I'm a sucker for action movies but I love Harry Potter. So probably a tie between anything Marvel and Harry Potter. You?" I ask and he grins, his signature response whenever we share the same tastes. He blows a bubble with the minty gum he's been chewing as he thinks.

"Which Harry Potter movie is your favorite? And if you don't say Prisoner of Azkaban I will turn this car around right now." JJ laughs and I raise my dark brow at him.

"Did you even watch Order of the Phoenix? Because it was definitely the best." I counter and he pulls me against him. Our chests meet and I can feel his rapid heart beating against mine. My breath catches in my throat as I become highly aware of his hands touching me. The hands that are sliding down my arms and circle my waist.

"I'd like to kiss you now." His minty breath washes over my mouth and I find myself nodding. I didn't dare tell him he would be my first kiss or that I was terrified of being bad at it. I lift up on my toes just as he leans down and brushes my lips with his. An inferno blazes through my body as he keeps kissing me, one of his hands gently cupping the back of my neck. I gasp when he slips his tongue in my mouth but I just go with it before he can stop. I mimic his motions, flicking and molding our tongues together until I get the sudden urge to suck his tongue into my mouth. I'd read it in a book once and always wanted to try it. His whole body jerks as I suck his tongue into my mouth and he breaks away, panting. Our foreheads are pressed together as we fight to catch our breath and I can't see his eyes because of his messy hair. Nerves fill my stomach. Maybe I shouldn't have done that.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think. I shouldn't have done that." I pant and he tilts his head up slightly, his expression hard. And hungry. His pupils are blown, making his eyes look black and his lips are swollen and wet.

"Don't ever apologize. Do it again." His hand grips my neck roughly and we're kissing again. My body is suddenly pinned against the stone wall by his and the fire in my blood is burning me alive. The pulsing between my legs becomes painful to the point I'm whimpering against his lips. His hand gradually slides up my dress and caressing my sex through my panties.

"Is this okay?" He pants against my lips and I nod. I don't care that anyone could drive by and see. I don't want his hands to leave my body. I gasp when his hand slips into my panties and rubs my tiny bundle of nerves. I've only ever masturbated one time just to experiment but this was so much better.

"You're so wet." His mouth finds my neck and I whimper again. I feel his free hand brace against the wall as his lips devour my neck. I tangle my hands in his hair, desperately trying to keep him as close as possible. A finger teases my entrance until he finally sinks in, agonizingly slow. A choked moan leaves my lips and he tenses.

"God, the sounds you make. And you're so tight."

"I'm sorry." I pant. Why am I apologizing? I'm so drunk on lust I can't think.

"What did I tell you? Stop apologizing. I want to hear all your sounds. I bet you could wake the neighbors with how loud I make you." His dirty words make me clench around him and he chuckles, kissing me hard.

"J." I breathe as he adds another finger, curling it inside me.

"I love it when you say my name." JJ groans against my lips. My hand slips from his chest and grazes over the bulge in his shorts, causing him to jerk. I palm him without thinking and his fingers pump harder.

"I'm gonna cum." I lean my head back against the stone wall as I feel the dam break and euphoria washes over me, soft moans leaving my lips. JJ pulls his hand free but keeps his body pressed against mine. I had a lot of firsts tonight and I was exhausted.

"I should go inside." I whisper softly as his lips find mine again. He pulls away abruptly and looks over my head, past the stone wall and to the large white mansion sitting there.

"You live here?" He asks, his face puzzled.

"My cousin does. I'm staying here for the summer." I answer. The butterflies I had all night suddenly turn into a knot as he steps back from me, his eyes narrowed on the house behind me.

"Who's your cousin?" JJ asks, taking a hand through his tousled hair.

"Sarah Cameron."

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