#i don’t have an outfit yet so the makeup look is really flexible

[oc3anic-ang3l]

pinterest has a pin limit. what the actual fuck

#not percico #thats literally gross #let me mass save all the pins in peace #btw if anyone has any makeup ideas for Pride #feel free to suggest them #i’m planning a look for NYC Pride next month #i don’t have an outfit yet so the makeup look is really flexible

[hops-hunny]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 8

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: none!

A/N: sorry it took me so long. The rest of the date will be in chapter 9! 

(Y/n) huffed, crossing her arms across her chest at the mess Twyla had made. Originally, she had thought asking her to help her get ready for her date was a good idea. The two of them hadn’t spent as much time together as she had liked too and she knew how much Twyla adored fashion. But now, as her various designer dresses and shoes were scattered around the floor along with makeup palettes that had been tossed aimlessly, her patience was wearing thin.

“Was this mess really necessary? I hope you know I’m not cleaning this.” she said, causing the girl to turn around. She tossed a dress on the bed beside the girl before continuing to sift through the manmade jungle she had caused.

“I know. Neither am I, that’s what the maids are for!” she turned, watching as her friend bit at her lip nervously, picking with the skin around the bed of her fingernails. “You know for someone going on her first date, I seem more excited than you do!” when she didn’t get a response she looked over at her shoulder giving her a concerned look.

“I-it’s not that I’m not excited! Trust me, I am. I’ve been waiting for this date for over 7 years. It’s just..” she sighed, looking away from her as her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “What do you even do on a date? O-or say? What am I supposed to wear?!”

“A good date will flow naturally no matter what you’re doing. And you said Nev was taking you to some fancy restaurant but also on a gondola ride, right? Pick out a dress that’s fancy but also gives you flexibility. Hold up, lemme look I think I saw the perfect dress.” Twyla dove back into the pile of clothes, causing her to giggle at the sight. She continued to lift and throw things until she popped up letting out a loud ‘A-ha!’ she watched as the dress was tossed on the bed along with a pretty pair of strappy white sandals and a purse in the same shade of white. Once she picked the items up, Twyla began to shove her towards the bathroom with the items.

(Y/n) looked in the mirror, letting out a shaky breath. She felt beautiful, undeniably so. Twyla had already taken the liberty of styling her hair and doing her makeup. They had gone for a natural but ethereal makeup look. Dewy foundation, subtle but glowly highlight, a thick layer of gloss along with some individual lashes to make her eyes pop. She felt like a fairy, a princess even. Reaching a jittery hand towards the doorknob, she opened it peaking her head out. Twyla looked up smiling before her jaw dropped at the sight of her friend’s full appearance. Squealing she walked up to her, twirling her around to admire the full look. Sure, she had seen her in a dress before, and even makeup. But this outfit, this look, was much more like her. Yet Twyla couldn’t help but feel as though something was missing.

“Hmm.” she trailed, eyes gazing across the room. Her eyes lit up at the sight of what it was. The diamond encrusted crown lay gently on top of a velvet pillow along with the diamond necklace and earrings. She handed the earrings to (Y/n) to put on before placing the crown on top of her head. Turning her around towards the vanity, she unclasped the priceless necklace before placing it around her neck. “Oh my…(Y/n) you look so beautiful! Like a, like a princess.” she felt her ears tingle from her kind words, smiling as she admired her appearance in the mirror.

“Now, let’s talk lingerie.”

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“Didn’t peg you for the nervous type, boss.” Blaise piped up, chuckling as Neville fiddled with his tie for what seemed like the thousandth time. He glared at the man through the mirror, grumbling under his breath. Blaise wasn’t wrong, he rarely was. The bigger problem at hand was that he was nervous and he didn’t know how to handle it. Neville had punched some of the most powerful men in the face, made people gravel and beg for their lives, hell, he had even killed men and throughout all of that, he had not an ounce of nervousness in his system. But now, when he was taking the little baker girl who he had been madly in love with since they met in school all those years ago, nervous was the main thing he felt. He was excited, sure, plenty, but in actuality he had never been on a real date with someone he had feelings for.

“Do you even know what to do on a date? You were quite the playboy before she came back into your life.” Ron added, mixing around the scotch in his glass, pouring some for Neville who instantly downed it, not even wincing at the taste.

“ ‘S not true!” he said, turning his head some to glare at him. Seamus cackled, wiping the invisible tears in his eyes as he slapped his knee.

“Please boss, you went through more women than George does bullets on a mission, which is a fuck ton.” he said, causing everyone else to agree. The guys had all gathered in the spare room to help him get ready, calming his nerves and even giving him a few pointers. Although a lot of the advice was useless, he was able to make sense out of some of it.

“Okay, well, suppose I am nervous. How should I...what should I do on a date?” he asked, coughing over the last part to cover it up. They all heard loud and clear though, starting to overlap one another before Blaise whistled, causing everyone to silence. Neville gave him a nod of acknowledgement.

“Well, did you buy her flowers?” Draco asked, breaking the silence. He scoffed at the ridiculous question.

“Of course I got her flowers! Did you really ask me of all people that? I picked and charmed a bouquet for her the other night. Each flower was handpicked from my garden with intention behind every single one of them.” he rolled up one of his sleeves, seeing if he preferred them rolled or down. Pondering it he decided to roll them down.

“Well combine that with what we’ve taught you and you’re all set.” Harry said, shrugging some as he looked up from his newspaper. Neville gawked at the men. Taught? The only thing they had taught him was that he needed better friends!

“Taught me?” he let out an exasperated laugh, walking towards them. “Taught me? You haven’t taught me shit! I’d have half the mind to-” a knock on the door caused his breath to hitch. The boys all gave each other knowing smirks but their jaws dropped as the door opened revealing the (h/c) girl in all her glory.

There she stood, skin glowing in the soft streams of sunlight that came from the evening Italian sun. The soft lace and tulle draped across her skin delicately, bits of sparkles from the fabric shining brightly. What caught his eye the most was the crown on her head. Even though he had saw it on her yesterday, it was having the same effect on him today. 

“Holy shit.” Seamus whispered, forcing his mouth closed. Not a single pair of eyes weren’t on her.

“Listen, if Nev fucks his date up tonight…” Blaise trailed, causing the girl to giggle, looking at the ground shyly. She glanced up at him through thick lashes, watching as he made his way over to her. He bowed, pressing a kiss to her knuckles causing her to giggle some. As he looked up at her, a soft barely there smile graced his face.

“I don’t think that’ll be happening.” he said as he stood up, grabbing the bouquet of flowers from behind him before handing them to her. “What are you doing here, petal? I said I’d come get you from the room.”

“Twyla was really adamant about you seeing me as soon as possible.” she smiled at the scene that had taken place a few moments beforehand. “She said that I looked too good to be kept waiting.”

“You know, that girl’s always speaking nonsense but for once I’ve gotta say I agree.” Neville said, stroking her cheek gently as he leaned down, placing a soft peck on her lips. “Ready to go?” he asked. She nodded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his arm, waving before exiting the room with him. Seamus watched as they left before standing up, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Where are you going, Finnigan?” Harry asked, quirking a brow at him. Seamus smiled, winking some.

“Launching operation ‘make sure the date goes well’. You didn’t think I was gonna miss out on this did you?” Draco eyed him suspiciously as the vein in his forehead began to throb.

“Twyla set you up to this, didn’t she?” Seamus turned once he got to the doorway, flashing him a smile.

“ ‘Course she did!”

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“Woah! I’ve never seen a car like this in person before.” (Y/n) said, in awe as she walked up to the vintage car. Neville smiled some as the driver came over, bowing as he opened up the door. He slid the driver a large bill, thanking him in italian.

“Yeah, you like it?” she nodded, looking back at him as he climbed in the back of the convertible with her. He pulled her into his side, pulling his Dior sunglasses over his eyes to protect from the evening sun. “It’s mine. Should I have it imported back to England?” her eyes widened. Although Neville had a lot of nice things, she never failed to be surprised when he had something new to show her. She leaned into his side, pulling her legs up onto the seat as the car began to move.

“It’s pretty. I think you should leave it here though. You know, as a memory of tonight.” She looked up at him, smiling some. Neville felt his heart race as he looked down at her. He felt breathless. Whatever he had done in the past years to have the angel of his dreams sitting next to him, going on a date, he’d do it all over again just to see the smile she was giving him. He leaned down, capturing her lips into a passionate yet loving kiss. Their lips locked till they were practically breathless, pulling away. (Y/n) let out a breathless giggle. 

Neville pulled out another large bill, leaning forward to hand it to the driver. “Guida piano, sì?” the driver looked at him through the visor mirror, giving him a nod along with a knowing smirk. He sighed to himself as Neville turned back to the girl, laughing at something she had said.

“Ah, giovane amore.”

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Neville opened the door for the girl, holding her hand as she stepped out of the car. He decided first that they could get dinner. It’d be an easy way to set the tone for tonight and give him another opportunity to spoil her yet again. He made sure to pick the best restaurant money could buy but even then, she deserved more. More than money could buy. He smiled as they reached the reception desk, clearing his throat to catch the attention of the man behind the desk.

“Welcome sir, name?” he asked, looking up at the man cluelessly. A few others in the restaurant were noticeably tense, but continued to work.

“Longbottom.” he stated, watching as the man looked through the reservation book. He sucked on his teeth, giving Neville a fake look of sympathy.

“Sorry, it looks like you’re about 5 minutes late! I’m sure if you come back tommo-”

“Did you hear what I said? You might wanna listen closer this time. I’m Neville Longbotom.” the man behind the desk blinked at him blankly before his eyes shot up in a sudden realization. He began to scramble, trying to form some sort of apology. Neville slammed his fist on the desk, leaning forward as he began to speak through gritted teeth. “Just get me my fucking table, yeah? My lady should never be kept waiting and if she has to stand here for one more god damn-”

“Yes, yes! Right this way sir.” he said, grabbing the menus. At some point he dropped them but continued to walk, leading them to a private table near a large window. (Y/n) gasped, leaning against the window to look at the breathtaking view. Below her was the ocean, the sunlight cascading across it as seagulls flew around freely. While she was distracted, Neville took the opportunity to pour two glasses of wine before tapping her shoulder. She turned around, smiling at him.

“You seem to be enjoying the view. I take it the table choice is fine?” he asked, pulling her chair out for her. He pushed her chair up before taking a seat in the one across from her. 

“It’s beautiful, I haven't seen anything like it. Last time I saw views this beautiful was Hogwarts.” she tensed slightly as he reached across intertwining their fingers, before relaxing. Her heart was racing wildly, a million different thoughts running through her head. Her and Neville had spent many moments together, far more intimate than this. But there was something so nerve wracking about being with him in public where anyone could see them. (Y/n) found herself growing self conscious about the pressure of it all, but decided to push it aside. She had been waiting for this for years and she wasn’t going to ruin it with a few negative thoughts.

“Yeah? If you like this, you’re gonna love what I have planned for after this.” he smiled at her. After this? He had more than this planned for them? Her wonderings of what it was didn’t last long when the bread was brought out, causing her eyes to light up. As soon as the basket was placed on the table she reached for a slice of the expensive bread, layering butter on it.

“Th-they’ve got the good bread! With the butter that’s all smooth.” she muttered with her mouth full. Neville bit his lip to contain his laughter at her childish display. “Y’know what I’m sayin,?”

He smiled at her, grabbing a piece of his own. “Somehow I do.”

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After 30 minutes of good conversation and 3 bread baskets later, the two were finally ready to order. (Y/n) opened up the menu, gaping at it in confusion. There was so many elaborate names with descriptions even more confusing. Neville noticed this, pulling her menu down to look at her a bit.

“You alright, pretty girl?” he asked, ignoring the impatient waiter that was supposed to take their order. 

“I’m alright it’s just...there’s so much confusion. All I wanted was chicken alfredo and I don’t even see it on the menu.” her eyes continued to scan the menu, becoming more perplexed as the names grew longer. Her eyes followed the tattooed finger as it pointed to a name that she didn’t even wanna think about pronouncing.

“ ‘S right there. Don’t worry dove, I’ll order for you.” her shoulders relaxed some as she gave him an appreciative smile. As he sent the waiter off, a silence fell over them. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it was clear something needed to be said and for once, it wasn’t on Neville’s end. Did she really wanna ask him now? ‘I should at least wait for dessert, that way it won’t be awkward if he says something I don’t wanna hear.’ she thought to herself.

The silence was encroaching, slowly becoming unbearable. It was suffocating, she felt like she was on a rope, dangling above all the words she wanted to say but couldn’t.

“So I-”

“Do you-”

They both looked at each other as they began to laugh. “You can go. I insist.” he encouraged, taking another sip of his wine before she could protest.

“I was just going to ask if you picked the bouquet yourself? It’s far too beautiful to be store bought, the flowers look happy.” she said, smiling down at the bouquet fondly. When the waiter first came, Neville heavily urged them for a vase to put them in. The waiter originally had been hesitant but when Neville’s jaw began to clench he quickly went to look for a vase in the back room. He smiled at her eye to detail, nodding as he cleared his throat placing his glass back on the table.

“Yeah I did.” he secretly snuck his hand across the table, the edges of their fingers brushing against each other. “Do you remember flower code?” she moved her fingers under his, smiling when he tightened his grip on her hand.

“Of course I do. We learned it together during the spring in the astronomy tower together. Best spring of my life.” she sighed fondly at the memory. “Forget-Me-Nots for true and everlasting love, violets for faith and affection, however, the tulips are leaving my mind. I can’t remember what they mean for the life of me.” she huffed, looking off as she tried to recall their meaning. He chuckled, placing a kiss on her knuckles. He trailed his kisses as far up her arm as he could reach from his position at the table.

“Tulips, well, tulips represent perfection and royalty because that’s what you are to me.” their eyes locked in a passionate gaze, (e/c) meeting his own dazzling ones. “My tulip, so perfect. I have every intention to treat you like royalty.” she was left wordless. Was this all real? She had read many fairy tales growing up and now here she sat, experiencing one of her own. Sure, those fairytales never had dangerous tattooed men with hearts of gold, but the way he looked at her, holding her with such delicacy let her know she had found her prince charming.

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(Y/n) was thankful she had worn a dress because if she had worn jeans? The button would have flown straight off her pants. Her alfredo was delicious, every herb and seasoning used done so perfectly. Not another bite could fit in her. However, when the dessert menu (that featured pictures of each and every dessert) was brought out, she didn’t see why it wasn’t a good idea to get dessert!

“It all looks so good! Like I made it, but better.” she breathed out, eyes scanning the dessert menu eagerly. But when she saw the triple chocolate cake, it was like she was falling in love all over again. “This. We need this Nev or else I might die.” he laughed at her serious expression, rolling his eyes some.

“Alright, love. Un ordine della torta al cioccolato, per favore.” the waiter nodded, writing it down before walking off again. The same silence from before fell over them but this time, she was going to do it. She sighed, grabbing both his hands in one.

“Listen, Nev. There’s been something, or someone, I’ve been meaning to ask you abou-” her eye began to twitch as a familiar figure stood next to their table. She gave her a bone chilling smile before turning to Neville who was much to her surprise, even more upset than she was.

“Ah, Neville! What a pleasure it is to see you here!” she said, holding out her hand for him to kiss. However he glared at it, leaning back in his seat.

“Can I help you Gisele? Actually even if I can, I don’t want to. Get lost.” he said, waving his hand for her to go away. But as expected, she didn’t budge. She leaned forward onto the table, gripping the edge with her red manicured hands. Her cleavage was on display as a fake pout graced her face. “I’m on a date and I’d rather not see you.”

She gasped, placing a hand on her chest in surprise. “A date? Oh my, is that what this is? Gosh I am so sorry! When I met, er what was it? Ah, (Y/n), over here the other day she said you weren’t together!” he raised a brow at this, looking between the two. 

“You two met? Why didn’t you tell me, love?” he asked, turning his attention to the girl. She gave Gisele a disgusted one over before looking back at him.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant meeting.” she pushed out, looking at him. He rubbed at his chin a bit as he hummed.

“Really? Do you recall what she said to you?” he asked, knowing it couldn’t have been good. Gisele’s expression gave it all away. Although she feigned being unbothered, her expression was slowly cracking.

“You know as a matter of fact, I do! She said I was a knock off version of her and that you were using me as a replacement for the original!” she said, giving Gisele a wide tooth grinned. Gisele’s lips were parted as she searched for the words to say, mind blanking.

Neville looked between the two girls as he took a sip of his wine. “Now that you mention it, you two do look alike. I never really noticed though, I didn't spend much of any time looking at her face. But now that I am…” he trailed off, eyes tracing Gisele’s features, “You’re definitely not a knock off of her. I think it’d be an insult to you to even insinuate that she’s a knock off of you!” Now it was her turn to be surprised. Had he really not noticed their semblance to one another? It was clear now that not only was it a coincidence, but Gisele’s whole story was a lie.

“You- I- you ruined everything!” she shrilled, stomping her foot angrily. “That should be me in your seat, me on this..” she tuned her out as she looked at her own glass of wine. It would be a shame if the wine was to somehow end up on her ugly little polka dot dress. She squinted her (e/c) eyes, watching as the wine splashed all over the girl’s dress. Gisele paused mid sentence, gawking at her dress. Neville began to cackle, eyeing his date suspiciously. His thoughts were confirmed when she sent him a wink.

“My dress! Look what you did to me!” she wailed, motioning to the giant red stain on her dress. A few people turned to look at them all, whispering as they pointed at the girl.

“Me? I didn’t lift a finger.” she said, shrugging as she gave her an innocent look. “I suppose that’s what happens when you meddle in people’s business.”

“Is there a problem ma’am? Sir?” the voice sounded familiar, but an octave deeper. Turning her head her eyes widened at the sight of both Twyla and Seamus. Both of them were in costumes, fake beards and mustaches on their face along with wigs. She went to say something but when the blonde put a finger to her lip, she quickly decided against it.

“Yeah we got a complaint from the head chef. You’re to be escorted out of here immediately. Come along now.” Twyla said, dragging Gisele along with her. Seamus went to follow but was stopped by Neville. He pulled him close, leaning near his ear.

“Next time if you’re gonna spy on your boss, make it a bit less obvious.” he pat his shoulder, tightening his grip. “Although I’m glad you were able to handle this, I’m gonna ask that you leave. It’s not a suggestion but an order from your boss. I’m a big man, I can handle my date on my own.”

Seamus nodded, tipping his hat to them both. “Boss, mini boss.” and with that, he was gone. Neville turned to her, thanking the waiter once the cake was sat down in front of them, two golden forks on the plate.

“Let’s have dessert, shall we?”

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And now... Pinky Suavo headcanons because I can~ <333

While purple is his favorite color, he also loves red and pink.

Valentines Day is his favorite holiday

Likes the lovecore aesthetic

Wears both cologne and perfume (mostly the ones with a rosey fragrance)

Would definitely wear makeup (I can see him using eyeliner and purple eyeshadow for his lavish looks)

Suavo sleeps with a pair of purple satin silk pajamas on with a matching eyemask. The top is long sleeved and buttoned loosely with black frills at the end of the sleeves. The bottoms are shorts also with black frills.

Suavo wears his usual purple robe loosely because oooo seggsy aaaAAAAAAAAAA-

Loves to read angsty romance novels. And ones that are steamy don’t @ me-

Bisexual chad like all Pinkies

Theater kid (totally did not steal that headcanon from Sil-)

A very dapper gentleman who respects women. Take it or leave it.

Strawberry is his favorite ice cream flavor

LOVES alcoholic beverages. Mostly likes champagne, fancy liquor, wine (especially Rosé), vodka, cocktails and even alcohols that are considered “girly”.

Suavo likes to decorate things with roses despite Brain’s allergies.

Wears nail polish 💅

Is a good singer and would definitely do karaoke, love songs, and sing you serenades.

Suavo is a big ol’ softie for someone he loves inside and out and is very good at making the first mood and flirting.

Can dance very well. Not only do I imagine him being a disco man, I can also see him doing ballet and stuff like that.

Suavo purrs when he’s being fluffy with you and it’s the most soothing thing to listen to. You’re practically play dough.

Certified fashion icon he will rock any outfit he wears

His fur is silky smooth and soft~. It even smells good with whatever cologne/perfume he’s wearing.

A top. That is all. /j

Loves doing photo ops for magazine covers, albums, etc. he especially does pinups too~.

Bathes with bubble bath and rose petals in his water and candlelight because yes

Suavo would enjoy listening to smooth jazz to relax, even when he’s spending time with you.

Despite being skinny AF, he also has a little bit of muscle too! He can look like a twig and you can still grate cheese on his abs-

I just imagine Suavo doing tango with you

Likes to have latte and a croissant in the morning because French

Suavo will not tolerate anyone not pronouncing croissant as “kwason”

Not only can he sing he can rap 😎

I imagine that Pinky Suavo is an expert in therapeutic massage

Flexible AF

A very sassy boy

Okay, now I’ve recently seen people complaining that Pinky Suavo does not have his verbal tics and doesn’t show any neurodivergent qualities. My ADHD having ass begs to differ. Pinky is still neurodiverse even when he’s Suavo! So here’s why, along with some neurodiverse headcanons sprinkled in.

“Yeeeees~!” is his main verbal stim/tic.

He slicks his hair and ears back as a stim.

Dance, fashion, and music are his hyperfixations.

Suavo twirls his mustache like it’s a fun little fidget toy! <3

He’s hyper empathetic, especially towards someone he loves like you <3

Definitely would be the type of man to imagine badass andsexy music videos of himself to some music.

I can just imagine Suavo having texture issues when it comes to certain articles of clothing

Mumbles incoherent French to himself when he’s feeling overstimulated

Would definitely dance and/or sing as a stim

Wrist flicks as a stim

Still says narf, zort, poit, etc. but doesn’t do it in public very often because he fears he’ll be frowned upon for doing so.

Pinky Suavo does masking because he fears that nobody would like to see a celebrity being openly neurodiverse when that isn’t true.

Off topic but it pissed me off when the fangirls became disgusted by Pinky Suavo being neurodivergent and rejecting him. It shows how hurtful ableism can be, especially when it comes to media and the entertainment industry.

Suavo’s facial expressions would sometimes stay as one expression like some ND people have. Like his bedroom eye look for example.

Has no need to mask when he’s around you because he knows you love and support him

Now it’s time for some self indulgent simpy fluff headcanons so don’t throttle me I just love him a lot

Pinky Suavo loves it when you sit on his lap (he’s very comfy)

Pinky Suavo loves soft silky textures, even ones like your smooth warm skin. He loves to kiss it when he’s all cuddly and fluffy with you.

He will wrap his tail around your waist like it’s a belt of love

His body is so warm and snuggly and it’s perfect for cuddling

Suavo’s heartbeat is super soothing and it makes it fun for you to listen to

Suavo loves to give you neck kisses

Affectionate and passionate towards you at the same time

Playing with his mustache makes him a blushy and flustered mess

Loves to carry you and just hold you in his arms~

You and Suavo will discuss hyperfixations together with no end and no problems

Suavo loves to play with your hair. He’ll also style it all up, make it pretty and decorate it with rose hair clips (or better yet, flower crowns).

Pinky Suavo will not hesitate on pampering you. You’re like a little Barbie doll and he loves you a lot.

You would also flirt with him too. His charisma has rubbed off on you. And whenever you do flirt with him, he becomes all gushy and lovey doveyyy~.

To tease you, he says “narf” in a prolonged purring tone. Your legs become jelly and your skin is shrouded with goosebumps each time you hear it.

H A N D H O L D I N G

Calls you fluffy pet names like mon amour, mon cheri, rose blossom, baby, deary, darling, etc.

You would also give him pet names too. He LOVES that.

Cuddles and hugs you like a koala when you and him sleep together. He wants to be as close and snug to you as possible.

He will become H Y S T E R I C A L if anything bad happens to you, even when it’s a minor injury, like a paper cut.

If you’re ever having a bad day, Pinky Suavo will make the effort to comfort you until you’re feeling better again. Whether it be cuddling in a blanket and exchanging nuzzles and kisses, or a slow dance session alone with him in his bedroom.

Tummy is soft pillow,,,, S O M F T

Pinky Suavo wants to make every date with you impressive as possible when he really doesn’t have to. All that matters is that you love him and spending time with him. And him hearing you tell him that makes him so happy that he hugs you and kisses your face all over and AAAAAAAA-

cw // suggestive ................................................................................................................... Makeout sessions with Suavo are *chef’s kiss* c'est magnifique

Duets with Suavooooooooooo

He would definitely be the kind of man to feed you snacks on dates

Now I just imagine you and Suavo becoming so affectionate for each other you happy stim together~

Okay I think that’s all the headcanons I have! If there’s any more you would like me to add here, leave a reply under this post! Thanks and I hope you love this!

#maddie speaks #pinky suavo #suavo sunday #pinky and the brain #patb #animaniacs #the animaniacs #Pinky #headcanons #autistic headcanon #neurodiverse #neurodiverse headcanon #adhd headcanon #I headcanon him with combined adhd just to be clear <3 /gen #simping #fluffy headcanon

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Epel Felmier・Voice Lines

Additional Voice Lines

Dress-Up Groom event card

Scary Dress event card

School Uniform - R

Unlock Card “What’s wrong? ...Is there something on my face?”

Groovy “I’ll peel an apple for you too. I can promise you they taste delicious.”

Home Setting “I wonder what kind of magic we’re going to learn today.”

Home Transitions “I only wear this frilly blouse because the dorm leader told me to. It’s not because I like it... or anything.”

“I like magic... I think. I mean, the strength of your magic doesn’t have anything to do with your stature, so...”

“It’s really nippy where I live, so—oh, huh? You don’t know what nippy means? It means ‘very cold’... kind of.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “You’re staring at me really hard; do you need something... maybe?”

Home Taps “If I got taller, I’d look like an even more powerful mage... I think.”

“Meemaw—ah, I mean, my grandmother sent a bunch of apples from home. Do you want one too... maybe?”

“Apples can grow in harsh winter conditions. They’re a very strong, durable fruit. Did you know that?”

“Living in a dorm isn’t really that inconvenient... I think. There were always a lot of people in my house back home anyway.”

“Look here, the hell were you——....Ahh, I mean, are you teasing me like I’m weak...?”

PE Uniform - R

Unlock Card “I like these clothes. And I’m not just saying that ‘cause I have to or anything...”

Groovy “Are you tired? Hehe, being a mage is a real test of strength.”

Home Setting “Clothes that are easy to move in are nice, huh?”

Home Transitions “I decided when I first came to this school to try out some sports. 'Cause I wasn’t really able to do them back home...”

“The magical shift club leader Leona told me that winning depends on strategy, not your physique.”

“I’m good at flying... I think. A lot of the sweet, delicious apples grow in high places, right where the sun hits, so I have to ride a broom when I pick them.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “A lot of people say I don’t look like I’d be good at sports, but I kind of like them...”

Home Taps “I don’t really have any muscles, even though I work out. I wish I had muscles like Coach Vargas...”

“Apples are good to eat after exercising. I heard the acids in them help you cool off.”

“I’m not really good at dancing... I think. I’ve only danced a little at the festivals in my village...”

“My muscles are sore after working out with the dorm leader... He told me I wasn’t flexible and tried to stretch me out like pie dough.”

“Y’know, I’m real tired of you jabbin’ at me like tha—ah! Um, could you maybe not poke me like that?”

Lab Coat - SR

Unlock Card “We have a lab...? If I mess it up, the dorm leader’ll get mad at me... probably.”

Groovy “I want to be a master at making potions someday too.”

Home Setting “I want to learn about potions that grow plants...”

Home Transitions “The work at Night Raven College is hard... kind of. I can never remember those long plant names...”

“Whenever Professor Crewel teaches, you can tell he knows a lot about color-changing potions and flowers that can dye things really pretty colors.”

“The library at this school is full of books from all around the world. The dorm leader told me I need to read one every week.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “There’s a lot of fruits I’ve never seen before in the Botanical Garden; it’s fun looking at them all... kind of.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “It’s frustrating when I can’t solve a hard problem... kind of. I was going to go try researching in the library. Want to come too?”

Home Taps “There’s a lot of people in Pomefiore who are good at magic potions. But I’m not really there yet... I think.”

“One bite of the poisoned apple and you fall into an eternal slumber... I need to be careful when making strong potions.”

“If I made a potion that could strengthen weak apple trees, it’d make Pawpaw really happy.”

“Rook’s an amazing person; he’s so good at sports and his studies too... I think. It’s just, he’s really, really weird...”

“Are you blind or somethin’? I’m busy brewing here so leave me alone for now—...ah! I mean, it’s dangerous if you’re not careful, so please don’t touch, okay?”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Have you grown any plants before? ...Oh, I see. Want me to split seedlings that are easy to grow for you?”

Ceremony Robes - SR

Unlock Card “Don’t worry about me. ...He does this for the both of us.”

Groovy “I’m going to surpass the dorm leaders in no time. I swear it...!” 

Home Setting “It feels like my robes are dragging on the floor... kind of.”

Home Transitions “They say the hoods of these robes are supposed to give off the impression of the Beautiful Queen when she turned into an old woman... Did you know that?”

“The Queen was even willing to make herself ugly in order to be the fairest in the land... She’s real marvy.”

“The Mirror of Darkness is supposed to pick your dorm based on the qualities of your soul, but does my soul really match Pomefiore...?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Students with all kinds of natural power go to this school... I want to get stronger here too!”

Home Transition (Groovy) “When I sent my grandma pictures of me from the entrance ceremony, she said ‘You look real smart ‘n spruce’! Meemaw’s just exaggerating...”

Home Taps “I feel like there’s a whole lotta ballsy guys at this school. It’s a little different from what I’d pictured before coming here.”

“When the black carriage came to pick me up, all my relatives and the villagers came to wish me off... Hehe.”

“Neither of my parents can use magic, but Big Maw and Meemaw⁠—ah, I mean, my great-grandma and my grandma are both witches.”

“I didn’t grow up around a lot of mages, so life at this school feels very new... kind of.”

“Ah? The hell do you want? Stop actin’ like we’re so close.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “This makeup Vil put on me won’t smudge at all... How is it now? Did it come off?”

Dorm Uniform - SSR

Unlock Card “Want a bite of an apple so sweet you’ll think you’re dreaming?”

“I’m just obeying what the dorm leader asks of me. ...For now.”

Groovy “I may be in Pomefiore, but... I’m still me!”

Home Setting “Welcome to Pomefiore! ...Hah.”

Home Transitions “I’ve got a lot of weird seniors in Pomefiore. It still feels kind of hard to fit in here...”

“I’ve never really cared that much about how I dress, but I love apples that are shaped nicely... I think.”

“I always thought Pomefiore was all about enforcing beautiful looks, but not everyone’s like that. The dorm leader is just a special case.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Wearing the Pomefiore dorm uniforms isn’t just about being beautiful. The dorm leader told me ‘You must get strong,’ too.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “I wish people would tell me I’m cool instead of saying things like ‘pretty’ or ‘cute.’”

Home Taps “The deep indigo used for our dorm uniforms is said to be the same color as the Beautiful Queen’s dress.”

“I once got lost in the dorm and ended up at this creepy basement. I wonder what that room is used for...”

“Did you see the huge apple trees in our dorm’s courtyard? Back home, we’ve got apple trees too. ...But I’m not homesick or anything.”

“Keep this a secret from the dorm leader, but... I actually wanted to get into Savanaclaw. They seem kinda bad and tough. I like it.”

“Quit pokin’ at me so casually! ...I’m kidding. I just don’t really like being touched, I think.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Ramshackle must be so nice. I’d love to be alone and free.”

Duo Magic Epel: “Let’s go, Rook!” Rook: “How daring you are, Monsieur Cherry Apple.”

Birthday Celebration Outfit - SSR

This card was only obtainable during Epel’s birthday event (May 5 - May 12, 2021).

Unlock Card “I can’t believe you guys are throwing such a huge celebration for me... Thank you, everyone!”

“I want this year to be fruitful, like the way fresh apples grow every year.”

Groovy “I hope that next year I can have a blast with you and everyone else again!”

Home Setting “How do I look? Cool, right? ...Huh?! I’m ‘cute’?”

Home Transitions “Deuce gave me a cap with really cool patches on it. I’m gonna wear it next time I go see him.”

“Ruggie told me ‘I’m expecting a little something back from ya!’ when he handed me a present... I have no idea what I’d get for a senior.”

“Everyone looked so shocked when I blew out my birthday candles in one breath... Do I really seem that weak?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “It’s my birthday party today, so maybe I can act like myself a little bit, and have fun...”

Home Transition (Groovy) “I’ve still gotta do homework after this... Ah! Maybe it’d fun if I worked with you. It’d be like we’re keeping the party going!”

Home Taps “Jack gave me a cactus. I hear it’s hard to get them to bloom flowers, but I’ll try my best to grow one!”

“I used to mark my height on a pillar to see how tall I’d gotten. But I stopped because I wasn’t really growing...”

“Huh?! There’s cream near my mouth? That could’ve been bad... Vil was about t’get real hacked off at me!”

“It makes me happy to get presents, but I don’t really have a use for makeup and fluttery clothes and stuff like that...”

“You want to see me carve an apple? Then I’ll give a go at carving a portrait. Will you be my model?”

Home Tap (Groovy) “I like how the party really picks up when you and Grim are here. I don’t do so great when the mood’s all stiff.”

Duo Magic Epel: “Vil! There’s something a bit different about me today.” Vil: “Happy birthday, Epel. Let’s see it.”

Tutorial “Let’s go! I’ll leave you behind if you don’t keep up.”

Lv Up “Ehehe, I made some progress... I think.”

“If I do my best, someday I’ll definitely make it...!”

“Let’s try our hardest from now on. Okay?”

Max Lv Up “I feel a strong power rising in me, like an ice-cold poison. It feels like I could put anyone to sleep... maybe?”

Episode Lv Up “Why’re you even botherin’ with me? If it’s ‘cause you think I’m strong ‘n reliable, then... that’d make me happy.”

Magic Lv Up “With this power, I’ll even take on the dorm leader!”

Limit Break “I’m getting stronger. Do you believe in me too...? Maybe?”

Groovy “I wish I could grow slowly and steadily, like an apple.”

Select Lesson “What subject are you going to take? ...I like flying, I think.”

“Do you want to take a class with me? It doesn’t really matter to me, though... hehe.”

“Seriously, how long are you just gonna stand there? Pick already.”

Lesson Start “Mm, hello everyone.”

Lesson End “I’m drained from all that studying!”

Battle Start “You’ve got some nerve biting at me...!”

Battle Win “Guess I’m not as soft as I look! Maybe.”

Other

Profile Quote “Apples are awkward and hard to handle... just like...”

January 2020 Trailer “Are you by chance waiting for your prince on a white horse to come?”

Countdown Poster “Would you like a bite of this red apple?”

Login Bonus “It’s important to keep up at something everyday. Apples won’t ripen either if you don’t take care of them everyday... you know?”

Player Birthday Wish “It’s your birthday, ain’t it! I made some jam outta the apples my family sent me... Here! Ah... Um... What’s wrong? You’re making a funny face... Did I say something weird... maybe?”

Epel sometimes slips into speaking in Tsugaru dialect, which is so different than standard Japanese that sometimes it’s impossible to understand unless you’re familiar with it. I’d describe it as a “heavy country dialect.” There’s no perfect way to translate it, and I don’t really have a good grasp on different English dialects anyway, but I tried 🙆‍♀️ If anything was worded strangely, it was probably intentional!

#epel felmier #voice lines

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Over-analyzation| Part One

A Timothée Chalamet Imagine

In which Y/n is feeling extra insecure, and finds comfort in her co-star, best friend, and suppressed crush.

Note: the French is kinda shitty, like it’s not terrible, but it’s not very good, especially with the formal and informal communication...sorry!!!

Trigger Warnings// eating disorders (specifically bulimia~ throwing up), body image struggles, mentions of throwing up, probably bad grammar, really quick shitty ending, lots of tears, actually this is pretty soft in my opinion, like pretty fluffy if you ask me...but like also sad lol

Not my gif! Enjoy!!! Lmk if you want a part two or taglist for the series :)

You sat there in the bathroom sink of your brand new New York City apartment, desperately trying to stop tears from continuing to fall down your face. It had happened so fast. Twenty minutes ago you were fine: you had gotten out of the shower and put on one of your favorite outfits, but the second you reached to start your makeup, you made eye contact with yourself in the mirror. That was when the tears started pouring down. In high school, you’d struggled with bulimia, but you’d worked so hard to get through it, and now, you’d become one of the most successful dancers and actresses in the country, having everyone know your name. You’d think you’d be happy looking the way you do, I mean, you’d been on the covers of magazines. But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. You started analyzing every little imperfection on your face before crawling into the sink and sobbing into your knees.

You heard a knock on the door and your stomach dropped. A couple seconds later your phone rang, and Timothée’s contact image filled your screen. Your new co-star, your first friend in the city. You’d met Timothée only about a month ago at the first table read for your new movie. Then shortly after, you had your first dance rehearsal for the movie. You were extremely well trained, having danced since you could walk, having practiced with the American Ballet and worked with the Rockettes. You were practically the dream for every director looking for an actress that could dance. Timothée, on the other hand, even with having a dance background in his pocket, wasn’t even close to on your level. He was in awe of the way you moved, having to dance together in a ballroom scene. You did most of the dancing though, Timothée just having a small moment in this scene, where he would swoop in on the dance floor and pull you into his arms as you danced in sync. Your flexibility was extraordinary, and your effortless movements left him speechless. Your friendship, however, really flourished at the first cast dinner. You were sat right next to him, and you bonded instantly over your love for the French language. You’d studied from middle school through college, you were practically fluent, yet you still fell in love with the way French came so naturally to Timothée. You found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like visiting Paris with him. Watching you both converse was like a dream, slipping in and out of French throughout conversations. You’d hung out one night, you’d had been staying at a hotel while you were waiting for everything to go through on your new apartment. Timothée came over to your hotel room and you’d spent the whole night talking. You’d told him everything about yourself, your childhood, how much you loved dance, even your eating disorder in the past, which only your family and closest friends knew about. He did the same, telling you everything about himself as well. You wouldn’t admit it to yourself, and you’d be damned if you ever said it out loud, but you haven’t felt this way about anyone in a very, very long time.

You grabbed the phone, picking it up as you desperately tried to stop your hyperventilating.

“Hey Y/n, I’m at the door. I brought you a housewarming present.” Timothée’s voice filled the phone speaker, you almost smiled for a second, before remembering the situation you’d put yourself in.

“Hey Timothée. Um...the door’s unlocked, I’m in the bathroom, I’ll be out in a second” You were practically shaking at this point, trying to figure out how you were gonna calm yourself down. Of course Timothée’s here. Of fucking course this happens.

It had been about 10 minutes, and Timothée was starting to get a little worried about you. He walked over to the bathroom door and gave it a light knock.

“Hey Y/n, everything okay in there?” Nothing. You couldn’t get a word out. He put his ear up against the door and heard a little sniffle and an almost silent sob, “Y/n...can I come in?” His voice was so gentle as he spoke. He slowly opened the door and you lifted your head to make eye contact with him. His face fell as he looked into your eyes.

It was almost instinctual, the way he walked over to you, reaching for your hands to help you out of your sink. Your legs were weak from sitting in your sink for so long, shaking as he helped you climbed out. He didn’t say anything, he just engulfed you in his arms. You cried silently as he stroked your back, slowly calming you down.

Once your crying started to calm a little, he spoke up, “Did something happen,” he whispered into your ear, your face buried into the crook of his neck, “maybe I can help?”

You shook your head, “I don’t think you can help with this one,” you said weakly through a broken sob, “unless you can make me prettier.”

His hand stopped moving for a second, his arm on your back coming to a quick stop. You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on, he was shocked by your response. He didn’t say anything in response, he just squeezed you tighter, his hand reaching up to stroke your head as he reached down to give you a light kiss on the head.

Your breathing steadied as you started to pull away from him, making eye contact with his emerald eyes once again. “As-tu vomi?” (Did you throw up?) He asked, voice still soft.

“No, no of course not.” You shook your head, you hadn’t thrown up in years, and you didn’t plan on it. This wasn’t really like it was in high school, back when you felt worthless, right now, you’d just gotten sick of comparing yourself to your friends, who you’d always thought were a million time prettier than you. “Je ne sais pas pourquoi...” (I don’t know why...) The tears started up again, “Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'agis comme ça. Parfois, je me regarde et recommence à analyser, et je pense que je suis moche, alors je tombe en panne. Je ne peux rien faire à propos de cela.” (I don’t know why I act like this. Sometimes, I just look at myself, and start to over analyze, and then I start to think I’m ugly, so I break down. I can’t do anything about it.) You spoke through broken sobs.

He pulled you back into him, whispering in your ear once again. He wasn’t sure what to say, still in shock that you felt this way. “Tu es si belle,” (you are so beautiful) his warm breath in your ear gave you goosebumps, as suddenly all the feelings you’d suppressed had come right back up again, “I think you’re perfect. I really do. I...I’m so sorry you can’t see yourself the way I do, the way everyone does. You light up a room with your personality, but you just happen to have a glowing presence as well. You’re so beautiful, Y/n, and I’m so sorry you don’t see that.” Your heart raced, but the sobs stop. The voice in the back of your head screaming at you that Timothée Chalamet just called you beautiful started to get louder and louder.

You pulled away to look into his eyes. His soft hands reached up to wipe away the tear marks on your skin. You smiled, whispering a thank you. He rested his hands on your waist, “Let’s get out of here,” he smiled.

You laughed, “Already sick of my apartment?”

He smiled back, “Let’s go out for ice cream or something.”

Tehehehehe I hope you liked it! Part two coming soon...if you guys want, please let me know.

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THE HATING GAME — 2

PAIRINGS —

↳ kochou shinobu x reader

SUMMARY —

↳ Geniuses within the same field yet rivals within each other’s eyes, your colleagues wonder when the sexual tension will break so that you two will become the department’s powerhouse couple so that they can enter you two into the couples contest against the other departments. Some things might have to be done by force.

WARNINGS —

↳ cursing, alcohol, smut  

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Shinobu Kochou absolutely loathes you. 

And she doesn’t have a reason why. 

So because of this, she keeps her nicely painted lips curved upwards when she sees you. And when you pass her without a single glance, the words “fucking asshole” cross her twisted mind.

Neatly combed hair and glasses perched on your nose during lecture is (F/n) (L/n). The smell of coffee and always being surrounded by a group of friends is (F/n) (L/n). You’re the spare bit of warmth during a dead winter and you act like you work harder and are better than everyone else. 

That attitude is something she can’t stand, but you pull it off so well that your friends believe that you’re some genius and hang off your every word. 

But when Shinobu pulls up in skinny jeans and a frilly white crop top, red heels to pull the outfit together, and she sees you dancing without a care in the world, something inside her snaps. She’s glad that she talked to Mitsuri over call before going, else she would have never decided to go to the club and celebrate (celebrate what she doesn’t know.)

She quickly tips a shot down her throat, relishing in the burning satisfaction, before patting her cheeks and strutting onto the dance floor.  When someone makes a move to grab her wrist she bats them off, a dangerous look in her eyes. 

“What’s wrong sweetcheeks!” They yell over the music, advancing on the petite woman. Shinobu takes a step back before bumping into someone, hearing your slurred voice right in her ear. Shinobu quickly apologizes under her breath before backing up even more and swaying her hips into your lap. 

Surprisingly enough, you’re quick to respond, hands cupping her waist and she allows herself to press her back against your chest. Sure, the stranger is looking at her as if he doesn’t believe her, but she feels safe in your chest (as ironic as that may seem, considering how you’re both grinding up against each other.)

The man makes another step towards Shinobu and she clicks her tongue in distaste. As a final move to tell him to back the fuck off, Shinobu takes your hand to grope her breast. The man looks surprised, and she sticks her tongue out at him before mouthing “I have a partner, you prick.” 

That’s enough to finally steer him away, and he rolls his eyes obnoxiously before walking over to the bar and surveying anyone else that might catch his eye. Shinobu yelps in surprise when fingers loop her waistband, spinning her around to face your flushed face. She can’t help but look at your lips, a fire fighting within her. 

Are you even aware of what you’re doing? A year and a half of ignoring each other, but do you really even hate her? Or was your silence a sign of shyness? 

Does she even hate you? 

“Fuck it,” she thinks the minute you open your pretty mouth to ask for consent, her her arms slide around your neck. 

She can taste the alcohol in your mouth, tongue exploring as she hums with delight. But something in her feels empty as she realizes you’re intoxicated. She pushes on, fingers dancing under your shirt and feeling the warm skin underneath. She can’t help but gasp when you move your hand to grip her ass, and your tongue immediately dominates. 

Shinobu hates how easily she let you have your way. Her hate is weak, but in your arms she’s weaker. 

It’s no secret that your tongue is what gets her screaming the loudest. Shinobu remembers the whole night in vivid detail. She couldn’t help but gasp your name over and over while she was strapped to the chair, big doe eyes blindfolded from the rest of the world. 

You were aggressive when you rammed her up the wall, mouth biting and sucking at her neck and jaw while you mercilessly thrust your fingers into her very wet pussy. She remembers how she whimpered and begged your name to fuck her harder, faster, deeper, and the second she came onto your fingers you called her a “good girl,” and that drove her wild. 

And now Shinobu is sore and confused. Every inch of her body throbs while you snore lightly by her side. You barely have any marks on your body and she’s pissed that she’ll have to wear some heavy makeup for a while. 

To be honest, Shinobu could go for another round with you right now. Morning sex hits differently to her, and now that you’ve most likely slept off the alcohol you’d be sober enough to know what you’re doing. But there’s the chance that now that you know what you’re doing, you’ll run out of her apartment without a second thought. 

She hates how you make her feel. Just yesterday she hated your guts for acting like royalty, for ignoring her “hello” with a roll of your eyes. And now you’re in her bed, the smell of sex so strong it makes her head spin. 

Her perfectly manicure nails skim over your skin, and she finds herself writing the kanji character for ‘hate’ before you stir. Shinobu is quick to draw her hand back, and she’s amused with how slow you are to figure out where you are. 

Finally, you turn your head to face her, but the look on your face screams “regret.” And now Shinobu has her answer. Despite the twisted carnage that rages within her, she smiles. 

“Good morning, (F/n). Did you sleep well?” 

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“Hi (F/n)! It’s Araceli. Shinobu said she would take you back to her apartment since you were too shitfaced, so I hope you’re okay! I went home with Michael tonight so you don’t have to worry about me. Send me a text when you can, and I’ll see you in the lab!” The voicemail ends as you enter your apartment, body and mind exhausted. 

The second you crash land onto your bed you grab a nearby pillow before yelling into it. 

Because god damn you fucked up. 

Not only did you have drunk sex with the one person you hate, you also said something completely dickish as you walked out the door. 

“This was a mistake,” were your last words as you shut the door to Shinobu’s apartment. You didn’t get to see her face throughout the whole 10 minutes of shame, adamant about putting your clothes on with your back facing her, and she didn’t say anything the whole time. She just let you leave. 

The clock ticks away as you grovel on your bed, head pounding while flashes of last night whiz through your head. You should've known it was Shinobu. 

The same purple eyes, the same petite figure (she’s 4’11” and the shortest in the department, hell yeah you know her general figure size,) the same high pitched voice that screamed your name- 

You groan in annoyance, hands raking through your hair before you decide to run a hot shower to burn away any trace of the witch from your body. 

When you finally walk into the lab all eyes turn to you. With eyebrows raised you decide to just make your way to your usual station, waving and greeting everyone a good morning. Maybe they’re looking at you because you finally found the time to go home and take a shower? 

The most you do in terms of keeping up appearances is taming your hair to the best of your abilities, so maybe they can tell that you aren’t wearing the same clothes from the last three days.

Once you’re at your station you see the stupid “department couples” poster sitting there again, and everyone shies away from your razor sharp glare as you survey every potential perpetrator. 

You pick the poster up to crumple it and throw it away when you see a picture of Shinobu and you shittily photo shopped together with stupid hearts around you two. That’s when you scream in frustration and everyone jumps. 

Araceli spots you the minute she walks in and she rushes over with some water, seeing as how drained you are. When you’re about to thank her, lo and behold the witch herself waltzes into class. 

You almost spit up your water when you see how she’s walking, stiff and with a small limp, and you almost feel guilty. Araceli gives you an odd look, and you try to wave her off. But Shinobu- that snake- sits herself beside Rama one station away from you and Araceli. 

Rama looks at her quizzically, considering they don’t talk too often, but he shrugs to himself and goes back to texting his physics major boyfriend. 

You’re trying to mind your business (sans Araceli because she’s taking her sweet time wiggling her eyebrows at you and glancing between you and Shinobu. Her words: that sexual tension is thicc. If only she knew.) and conduct your experiments, but once Rama finishes his conversation with his boyfriend, he and Shinobu start some small talk. 

Shinobu gives you a quick look when she asks Rama if he went to the club last night and you pale considerably. 

“Oh, I spent the night in with my boyfriend,” Rama smiles politely before continuing. “Is that why you’re a little stiff today? Too much dancing?” He laughs to himself and Shinobu gives him a close eyed smile. 

“Things were just super hot and heavy last night!” 

Araceli’s eyes widen and she stares at you with her jaw dropped. You snap at her to keep working, but you can’t help but stop working too. In fact, everyone else in the room goes dead silent, and you pray that Shinobu will keep her damn mouth shut. 

“Wha-“ 

“I take this night yoga class, you know!” Que a sigh of relief from you. 

“I’m super flexible,” she boasts before adding in. “I can spread my legs quite wide!” You fumble with your test tubes, mind flashing to a few events from last night. 

Araceli begins to laugh silently at your red face and you nearly throw her out of the window. When you turn to secretly glare at Shinobu you find that despite the fact that she’s facing Rama, her eyes are pinned onto you. A malicious smile makes its way onto her face when she knows that she has your attention. 

“And then right after, I have a pole dancing class to keep me fit.” 

Rama laughs, “Oh really? Sounds fun!” 

“It is! But yesterday I was dumb and I jumped onto the pole and uhh……. rammed my…” She looks down and onlookers flush red. “So I’m quite sore today!” 

There’s the sound of shattering glass from another station (not your own, but you’re damn near close to breaking the Erwin Meyer flask in your hand.) Now, Shinobu’s just trying to rile you up. 

And it’s working. 

Also, you hate to think it but THANK G O D HE’S GAY. 

“Ow, well that sounds rough…”

“If I could, I would take the classes on different days, but there aren’t many classes available so my hands are tied.” 

Everyone in the lab startles when you slam your hands onto the counter, stool screeching against tile as you stand from your seat. 

There’s a look of victory in Shinobu’s eyes and your stomach twists with rage because she’s such a bitch. She relishes in the dark look in your eyes, your tense shoulders and the way you make your way up to her. 

“Can I help you, (F/n)?” She asks innocently, and you feel something in you snap. Everyone holds their breath when you whip a hand out, gripping the lapels of her lab coat and bringing your face down to her’s. 

Shinobu shivers when you leans in close to her ear and murmur under your breath, “How about you stop being such a dirty whore, be a good girl, and meet me behind the building, hm?” 

You smirk when you see how she shifts in her seat and crosses her legs, and you shove your hands into your lab coat pockets, walking out of the lab with a shocked puppy in tow. 

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I MADE THIS SO LONG OOPS AND HONESTLY I PROBABLY HAVE MORE TO SAY

i have been waiting my entire life for this one request and honestly I don’t remember if I’ve written this before or not because I can’t remember anything that I write after I post it?? But if i did too bad I’m doing it again

He’s just

ack

He makes me really soft so get prepared for me to rant oops

He hasn’t ever really felt love

Especially not romantic love

And I don’t mean that he’s never loved before I mean that he’s never received love

But in a way, he hasn’t ever loved before

He never knew his parents and the Dursley’s didn’t share stories of them with Harry to keep them alive

So he really honestly didn’t know anything about them

And he sure as hecc doesn’t love any of them

So he is genuinely so confused when he first catches sight of you

He gets all like

Warm and Fuzzy™

And he literally has no idea why 

He loves Ron and Hermione for sure but he does not get Warm and Fuzzy™ when looking at Ron

The boys in his dorm start teasing him about you and Ron always shoves him into you when you’re walking past each other so that you collide and usually Harry falls on top of you 

It takes a full year of this for him to finally ask Ron and co. why they keep doing that

They’re like

loser ur in lov

He denies it at first because love is what his mother and father had, he literally hasn’t spoken to you before besides the constant, ‘I’m so sorry!’s when he ‘bumps’ into you

Ron

But then the Yule Ball happens and despite his friends’ relentless nagging to ask you out

He doesn’t

He’s too scared

But then he sees you walk in with Seamus who smirks at him the entire time like I told u to make a move dummy

Harry is very angry and he doesn’t know why

He finally comes to terms with the fact that he maybe has a crush on u and just broods for the rest of the night with his date 

And Seamus is cackling in the corner 

You’re confused

It’s a weird night man

The next day you come down to the common room in your pajamas and it’s pretty early so no one’s up

You sit on the couch in front of the fire to warm yourself up

And then you feel the couch dip on the other end and you turn

And it’s Harry Potter

:’)

He’s avoiding eye contact but he’s blushing so he’s staring aggressively at the ground with red cheeks and you’re lowkey scared ngl

But then he finally looks up at you and heeeecccckkkk

His eyEs

They literally send shivers up your spine

You sit there and stare at each other for like almost a minute because he is mesmerizing let me tell you

And then you both start

Getting Closer ;)

And you smeck

Smeck

This ends with you shyly holding hands by the fire and his thumb is barely ghosting over the back of your hand and you’re just like wow

wow

w

o

w

10/10 awkwardly asks you three weeks in if you want to sleep in his bed

Ron calls it a sleepover

Harry hits Ron

Lightly

not lightly at all

whatever

this casual sleeping in the same bed thing continues until your first summer apart where you both go home and are like oh um sorry i can’t sleep without my emotional support human i’m gonna need that back plz thx

He has lots of money that he has no idea what to do with (and again doesn’t quite know how to show love) so spoils you rotten and you feel so bad

You’re like hey I have ten of this exact same sweater I really don’t need two more and he’s like 

but babe

you look cold

and more is always better right

no

it’s okay

Sometimes you have to bribe him not to spend ridiculous amounts of money on you

Not sexual at all, you give him massages after practices

He just lays there with his face all squished up against the pillow and is like oh heck i love u

He likes to trace your face

He likes your face a lot

And sometimes he just runs his fingers over it 

Will boop your nose

And if he doesn’t say ‘boop’ when he does then it doesn’t count and he has to do it again

He likes quality alone time

It’s not that he doesn’t like hanging out around friends with you

But when he’s with you he likes to hold you

And sometimes he’s uncomfortable doing that in front of a bunch of people

He does it anyways tho 🤷

But definitely prefers alone time with you over time spent in public

He doesn’t quite know how to use his words

Not many people have used them in a nice way to him before

And not romantically at all

So he’s learning

But he makes sure to say I love you every day at least once

He says it right before you go to sleep but would definitely say it other times throughout the day as well

If you fight

Which is inevitable

Just because he is stressed okay

He needs someone flexible

But that’s not always fair to you

But when you fight

He almost always says I’m sorry first

Because deep down he has crippling anxiety of losing you and is genuinely terrified that you might find someone better than him if he’s not with you

Leading me into my next point

He is very clingy

Sometimes it’s too much

You have to tell him

He’s not gonna realize on his own

But you have to be nice to him

Explain yourself and he’ll understand, but if you just attack him then he’ll get sad

Don’t make him sad

He introduces you to Sirius but after about a year or so

Sirius freaking loves you

He thinks you’re awesome

Loves the way you treat Harry

He was honestly a little scared that Harry would end up being tricked into a relationship with someone who only wanted him for the fame or the money

But Sirius can see how much you genuinely care for Harry and it makes him so so happy

He becomes that weird uncle to Harry and is always like

U got a good one son

u gotta marry that one son

Harry is given a ring by Sirius

He is saving it

He will use it when the time is right

He is chill with you not caring what you look like

He doesn’t care if you shave or wear makeup or wear revealing clothes

You are just as attractive to him in sweatpants and not having showered yet as you are freshly washed, shaved, made up, and dressed nicely

He literally couldn’t care less

Because he doesn’t want you to care

He secretly doesn’t think he looks good that often so he’s worried that if he holds you to a high standard that you will do the same for him and he doesn’t think that he could meet it :(

You gotta tell him that you love him every day

And you gotta compliment him too

If he’s doing great sweetie

Tell him he’s doing great sweetie

He needs lots of encouragement 

But he’s not gonna tell you that he needs it

He genuinely only thinks of you most times and it really shows

He forgets to take care of himself sometimes because he’s trying to take care of you

You need to pick up that slack and take care of him

Make sure he drinks water and eats enough

And make sure that he wears at least four different outfits throughout the week

Sometimes he’s really upset because he thinks that he can’t keep you safe

You have to reassure him that you literally don’t care and that you’re willing to risk it because he’s worth it to you

He also gets upset sometimes because his parents will never know you

But Sirius assures him that they know and that they love you

He knows they would have

He likes cuddling a lot

Cuddling with him headcanons here :’)

In bed

On the couch

In the forest

In the Great Hall (casually of course)

Sometimes casually in class too

He just likes touching you and holding you because he wants to keep you close and be sure that you don’t leave :’)

In conclusion

Dating Harry Potter would be a hell of a time

And I want to

Does it show?

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Satan's Side Piece (Tatiadore) - Albatross, Veronica

AN: Inspired by the quote “You look like Satan’s side piece” “Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it”…but maybe Tatianna wants someone to say something about it. Thank you so much @veronicasanders for writing the smut!

“I just don’t-is this too desperate?” Tatianna worried out loud as she tugged on the hemline of her dress. “It seems like a bit much, you know?”

Courtney was hosting a Halloween party this evening with the help of her roommates. Costumes were absolutely mandatory. And at first Tatianna was excited for the chance to dress up in a sexy little demon outfit, maybe it would attract the attention of a certain someone. But now that the party was in just a few hours and Tatianna was wearing the costume she’d bought off Amazon for the first time since it arrived, she was beginning to have second thoughts. It was much shorter on her than it looked on the model in the picture. The fabric and cut clung to every curve and contour like a second skin. Maybe she should have gone up another size? She felt like her entire ass was just hanging out on display!

And the demon horns atop her head…they weren’t even close to what the ad had shown. These looked like a cheap factory reject or at the very least, a poor knock off of the ones the model had been wearing.

Even now just wearing the whole getup in front of a few friends, Tatianna already felt ridiculous. Willam, one of her best friends and who she’d be carpooling with tonight, brushed off her self-critique. She was lounging in the middle of the bed, nevermind it wasn’t her own, eyeing up Tatianna very carefully. Scoffing, she told her, “Girl, what are you talking about? You look hot. I’d fuck you.”

Whatever sentiment went into that remark did not set Tatianna’s nerves at ease. Shangela rolled her eyes as she arose from her seat at the edge of the mattress. “Ignoring that comment,” she began, “Will’s right. You got the body, the legs. No one’s gonna be able to take their eyes off you. You don’t need to stress about it so much.”

Shangela’s smile was sincere and reassuring but Tatianna still had her doubts. She didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard to get attention. That is not a cute look for anyone. Readjusting one of her shoulder straps again, she voiced her doubt, “I still don’t…maybe I should find something else. Maybe a little longer or more-”

“Like what?” Willam interrupted, laughing at the idea. There was an amused glint in her eye as scooted closer to the edge and reiterated, “Halloween is tonight and the party’s in like…2 hours.”

I’m fucked, Tatianna lamented to herself. 

Sighing, Shangela decided to call for reinforcements. Clearly, Willam wasn’t going to be much help. She had offered for Tatianna to stop by before the party so she could show off the dress, after all, she’d been raving about it since the minute she bought it, but now it seems asking Willam to come over as well might have been a mistake. She just wasn’t that good at providing moral support or talking up her friends. There was only one other person in the apartment that Shangela had left to call on. “Bianca!” she called out, stepping into the hallway. “Bianca, come in here!”

Surely, Bianca would be able to point out the finer points of the outfit.

When Bianca found her way to their bedroom, concentrating heavily on the phone in her hands, she let out a mildly distracted, “What’s up?”

Lightly nudging her girlfriend in the side to get her full attention, Shangela asked enthusiastically, “What do you think?” and gestured to Tatianna standing awkwardly by the foot of the bed.

Bianca took one look at her, announced boredly, “She looks like Satan’s side piece. His personal hooker or whatever,” and turned back to the phone in her hand. Willam’s laughter was loud and immediate, as was Tatianna’s groan of frustration.

Shangela stood stunned in disbelief. She couldn’t even think where to begin trying to rectify that stupid comment. Not that Bianca noticed that she even said anything wrong at all! Instead, she mused out loud, “Think I’m gonna order Thai tonight…you want anything?” Shangela glared at her. Confused, Bianca asked, “What?”

Forcing a tense smile to her lips, Shangela explained through clenched teeth, “We’re trying to tell Tati how amazing she looks.” Her head snapped around to Willam with a silent, seething look telling her to shut up already. It didn’t work.

“Oh,” Bianca noted, voice devoid of any kind of interest. “So do you want anything or not?”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Shangela muttered, “Pad See Ew.”

Bianca quickly returned to tapping away at her phone while Shangela pondered what else she could do to boost Tatianna’s confidence in her costume. In just a few seconds, Bianca happily declared, “Ordered!” and turned back to the other women in the room. “Alright, when’s the party start?”

“Two hours,” Willam supplied as her laughter died down into broken giggles.

“Okay,” Bianca said after a moment’s pause to think. Shifting her focus to Tatianna, she told her, “Take off the dress. I’m gonna fix it up.”

Tatianna instantly lit up with gratitude and relief. “Really?” she asked as a cautious smile rose to her lips.

Shrugging, Bianca answered with a dismissive, “Well, I need something to do until the food gets here.” She motioned for Tatianna to go into the adjoining bathroom and change into one of hers or Shangela’s robes. While she was gone, Bianca turned to her girlfriend and said, “Shange, why don’t you touch up her hair and makeup a little? Something sexier, you know?”

“Can do!” Shangela replied with a gleeful affirmation.

Standing up from the bed, Willam inquired, “What about me?”

“You can…get her something to drink,” Bianca decided. “Looks like she needs it. Maybe some weed too.”

Annoyed at being given such a menial task, Willam reluctantly agreed, “Fine,” and marched off towards her friends’ kitchen. As she disappeared into the hallway, she called out, “I’m doing her lips though!”

As soon as Tatianna reemerged from the bathroom, Bianca took charge of her dress. Spotting the horns left in Tatianna’s hands, she claimed those as well. “I’ll take those, too. I’ve got an idea,” she said vaguely as she glanced over them. Maybe with a bit of hairspray and eyeshadow…

With that, Bianca disappeared down the hallway towards her sewing room right as Willam reappeared with booze and a newly rolled blunt. They ushered her over to the edge of the bed and immediately set to work on giving her hair and makeup a new life. She couldn’t see what they were doing, an act that made her rather nervous, but she had faith in them. Perhaps tonight’s costume will work out yet…she hoped.

*******

A bit over an hour and half later, the women finally stepped back to reveal their work. Shangela, for one, was quite proud of what they had accomplished and Tatianna’s gasp of, “Oh! Wow!” had her beaming from ear to ear.

“You like it?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Amazed, Tatianna stepped closer to the closet mirror to get a better look as she replied distractedly, “Yeah, I mean… fuck. It looks so much better.”

Her previous perfectly perfect curls had been softened considerably and brushed out into loose, beachy waves. This look was one of Willam’s specialties, having been mastered over many years of practice. The waves fell past Tatianna’s shoulders, alluring and seductive, while her long bangs curled to frame her face beautifully. Even her makeup had gotten an incredible upgrade. Now it featured an intense smokey eye fading into a stunning shade of red and her eyeliner was touched up and given a more dramatic, cat-eye shape. The new shade of lipstick she was sporting was perhaps her favorite; a deep crimson with just a hint of a darker liner at the corners of her mouth. Her lips just looked so much fuller and more inviting.

She thanked her friends repeatedly but they just brushed it off. After all, isn’t that what friends are supposed to do? Now all that was left was to wait for Bianca to return with the dress. As the minutes passed, Tatianna noted to herself that the party would be starting very soon. She silently wondered how many people were going to show up. The hostesses, all three of them, lived together in a modestly sized house so the crowd of friends they could invite must be pretty sizeable. She wondered what exactly they’d be wearing for the party, particularly what-

“Not my greatest work,” Bianca announced as she wandered back into the room, “but it’ll do for tonight.” 

As soon as Tatianna had the dress and horns in her hands, she scurried off to the bathroom to get changed. The first thing she noticed as she put it on was that it actually felt a bit looser around hips. Perhaps Bianca let out the seams? Or more likely, it was the revealing slit up Tatianna’s left side that she had added. It gave the dress just enough flexibility for Tatianna to feel comfortable walking normally again and was trimmed with Bianca’s other major addition to the dress; black lace. It only added about two extra inches to the length of the garment but it worked so well with the cut and deep ruby color of the dress. Bianca had even gone so far as to trim the neckline with just enough of the lace to peak out suggestively as it rested against her skin. It was amazing that just two simple changes had transformed the dress into something so beautiful and seductive.

When Tatianna stepped out of the bathroom, Willam and Shangela’s jaws actually dropped. “Damn,” she heard Willam’s stunned whisper. Shangela, on the other hand, was squealing with pure delight. She absolutely loved the horns atop Tatianna’s head. “Bit of eyeshadow, liquid liner and a heavy layer of hairspray. Won’t last forever but it should get her through the night,” Bianca explained. She had redone the original color scheme of muted black fading to a cherry red, into one of stark, shiny midnight black blending into a shimmering, beautiful rose-gold.

While Tatianna basked in the glowing review of Shangela and Willam, Bianca proudly dubbed her hot enough to be, “Satan’s mistress.”

“How is that any better than ‘side piece’?” Shangela demanded to know in an exasperated sigh.

With her lips curling into a teasing grin, Bianca shrugged and offered up, “Sounds classier.”

Tatianna couldn’t even complain at the comparison. She loved all that her friends had done for her with all her heart. Once more she gave them a heartfelt, “Thanks, guys!”

Checking her phone once more, Willam sprung up from the bed and grabbed Tatianna’s hand. “Now let’s get going,” she said hurriedly as she tugged her friend towards the door. “Alaska’s asking where we are!”

******

A mere 25 minutes later and Tatianna and Willam were sitting in the car just outside the party. Bianca and Shangela had declined the invitation as they wanted a peaceful night in before flying out to see Bianca’s parents early the next morning. Given how late in the evening the party was even starting, Tatianna didn’t blame them. Willam, however, teased them mercilessly about needing their beauty rest in their advanced age.

Before heading into the party, Willam changed into her costume while still in the car, if you call adding a pair of rhinestoned Mickey Mouse ears to a skimpy corset ensemble as “changing”. When Tatianna dared to ask through her giggling about a tail, Willam simply replied, “Didn’t go with the outfit.”

Rolling her eyes as they exited the vehicle, Tatianna kept any additional comments to herself. She knew exactly why Willam had chosen this look. Despite how emphatically Willam would deny it if someone asked, she had chosen to be a mouse to compliment Alaska’s look after the latter had excitedly blurted out that she’d be going as a cat. Alaska’s roommates, however, had their own little theme; all Courtney’s idea of course. Courtney, as the main hostess, had decided she’d be going as an angel, (“More like a fallen angel,” Willam was quick to retort), complete with a sparkly halo and oversized wings, she explained during one of their outings. Adore would be playing her counterpart; a sexy little devil. That may or may not have been the key motivating factor behind Tatianna’s own choice for the evening. 

Knocking on the door, the pair found it quickly answered by none other than the semi-angelic hostess. Letting them in on the fun, Courtney gave Willam a brief once over and asked what exactly she was supposed to be. 

Pointing to her ears, Willam remarked, “I’m a mouse…duh,” and sauntered off in the direction of the living room. Rolling her eyes, Courtney followed after her and swiftly immersed herself back into the crowd of swaying bodies. Figuring she’d join them soon enough, Tatianna made her way towards the kitchen for a quick drink. Just something to calm her nerves after Bianca’s wine barely made a dent.

They had quite a selection of choices, including some mixers to make your own cocktails. Exactly what Tatianna needed to loosen up before heading onto the dance floor! But as she mixed up her drink, fate took a hand and allowed Adore to wander into the kitchen just as Tatianna was about to find her way out.

Adore’s eyes lit up the moment she saw her friend and immediately a wide, toothy grin settled on her face. “Tati!” she called out a mere moment before pulling her in for a hug. “I didn’t know you got here!”

“Just a few minutes ago,” Tatianna explained, returning the warm embrace. “Fashionably late, of course. Took a bit longer to get ready than I thought.”

As Adore stepped away, she took a lengthy gaze up and down Tatianna’s figure. At once Adore’s expression shifted from glee into one of immense appreciation. “Pretty worth it to me,” Adore noted, sounding a bit dazed and distracted.

A humble smile rose to Tatianna’s lips. She couldn’t stop her fingers from toying with the added lace of her hem as she replied softly, “You think?”

Adore’s eyes instantly shot back to meet Tatianna’s as she assured her, “Yeah-Oh!” Adore cut herself off with a little gasp. Her gaze had traveled upwards right to where the shimmering horns rested on Tatianna’s head. Completely delighted, Adore asked excitedly, “You’re a devil, too?”

“Demon,” Tatianna explained with a non-committal wave of her hand, “Or succubus. Whichever.”

“Damn,” Adore murmured, daring to let her eyes drift a little lower once again. Tatianna’s heart was beginning to pound in her chest. It seemed like her outfit really was giving her the attention she desired. But in a flash, Adore’s mood shifted once again to that of childish glee as the music from the living room faded into a new song. “We gotta go dance!” she insisted with a happy grin.

Tatianna faltered for a second. Her gaze darted back to her very full cup; the same one she’d only had a chance to take one sip from so far. “Um-”

“One song?” Adore begged, eyes shining with sincerity as she clutched onto Tatianna’s free hand. “We match so well!”

Tatianna let out a defeated laugh. This was what she wanted after all; any excuse to spend some extra time with Adore. She just hadn’t expected it to come so soon. “Sure,” she relented all too easily, “just let me finish this.”

*******

‘One song’ easily turned into four hours and if Tatianna were being perfectly honest, it still didn’t feel long enough. But her feet were aching after the non-stop dancing and she desperately needed a break. How Adore could keep going minute after minute in that skin tight, blood-red catsuit was beyond her. Even the cherry red horns sitting atop Adore’s head didn’t look like they had moved so much as an inch. Although, Tatianna noted when she chanced to look down at Adore’s feet, those grubby, all black combat boots might have something to do with her stamina. Or maybe that fabric breathes a little more than it looks. It certainly wasn’t latex or she’d have been passed out by now.

Either way, Tatianna was beat and needed a short break. As she and Adore swayed to the music, she shouted that after the song ends, she’d have to stop for a minute. Adore nodded but instead of waiting for the music to switch over, she grabbed Tatianna’s hand and led her back to the kitchen. They only stopped for a few seconds, just long enough to grab two beers from the fridge, and left through the kitchen door into the back yard. No else seemed to be out there, at least not on the patio itself. A few people could be heard chatting away along the side of the house but Tatianna didn’t see anyone near the furniture that Adore was guiding her towards.

They both collapsed onto the wicker sofa with a welcomed sense of relief. Tatianna, for one, couldn’t stop smiling, as Adore handed her one of the beers. Each drank in silence as they slowly came off their dancing high. After finishing almost half of her beer, Tatianna was the first to speak, “The party’s been incredible! I can’t remember the last time I danced that long!”

“Same!” Adore agreed, never taking her eyes off Tatianna’s smile. “Like a few songs, sure, but never-”

“For hours like that?” Tatianna finished with a knowing tone.

Adore merely nodded in confirmation and took another sip. It was here she let her gaze drop down to Tatianna’s outfit again, something that Tatianna certainly did not miss. Her heart was beginning to pound away once more when Adore spoke up, “You really do look amazing tonight. I mean, not that you don’t always look great, but like, that dress…”

“Thanks,” Tatianna replied, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. It was an uncommon feeling for her but a strange wave of shyness had suddenly washed over her. Usually with Adore she just felt nervous or a little on edge. But tonight was different…maybe it has something to do with that hungry look in Adore’s eyes every time she peeked down at the dress. After giving herself time for another shallow sip, Tatianna continued on softly, “It…I spent more time than I care to mention just picking it out.”

“It’s perfect though,” Adore assured her with a sincere smile, looking into her eyes once more.

Scoffing to herself, Tatianna muttered, “You say that now.”

Adore let out a small questioning noise as her head tilted in confusion.

“It didn’t look like this at the beginning of the night,” Tatianna explained. She debated with herself if she should just leave it at that but one look at Adore’s curious expression (and that she was scooting in closer) convinced Tatianna to elaborate just a bit more. “That’s actually why Willam and I were late; I was freaking out a little cause the dress didn’t look like the picture online when I ordered it.” She let out an awkward laugh recalling just how different the dress looked on her than the model. Shaking her head of those images, she resumed her story, “It felt so short and tight…But Bianca fixed it up before the party-literally right before we left. She added the slit up the side and all the lace.” 

As Adore’s gaze fell back to the new additions, Tatianna realized she was toying with the lace again. Pulling her hand away, she let it drum against the sofa cushions while she concluded with, “And then Shangela and Willam redid my hair and makeup. They’re really the ones that got me ready for tonight.”

“Oh,” Adore murmured in understanding. Her eyes stayed glued to Tatianna’s dress, seemingly looking at in a new light. If she were being fair, Tatianna wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad thing at this point.

Swallowing her pride, just a little, Tatianna added in with an embarrassed smile, “I just…I really wanted to put in some extra effort, you know?”

Adore’s eyes shot back up to meet hers. She seemed a lot closer now. In fact, Tatianna could just feel the light brush of Adore’s hand against her own now that she forced her fingers to stop their nervous drumming.

Softly, Adore assured her, “Hey, I get it.”

They were definitely much closer than they had been just a minute ago.

Ignoring the pounding in her ears and chest, Tatianna mustered every last bit of courage she had in order to add in, “Honestly…I just wanted to dress up for you.”

The world felt so quiet and still for a moment. Tatianna thought she had imagined it when she heard what sounded like a soft gasp catching itself in Adore’s throat. She looked absolutely stunned for a moment, one of the rare moments when she was at complete loss for words. But then, a cautiously excited smile began to tug at Adore’s lips and Tatianna’s world began to turn again. Adore’s eyes lit up as she asked, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tatianna smiled back, hardly able to breathe.

There was a moment’s pause. The only movement was Adore’s hand carefully wrapping itself around Tatianna’s. They stayed like that for a second or two, both waiting and praying the other wouldn’t pull away. When it became obvious neither was looking to stop, Adore leaned in even closer. Only a few inches remained between hers and Tatianna’s lips. But before closing that distance, Adore had to ask, “Can I?”

Tatianna barely had a chance to nod before a soft pair of lips were resting on her own. The moment they touched it was like a wave of warm electricity had swept through her body. A needy, desperate little noise caught itself in her throat as she wasted little time in deepening the kiss. Finally, after having waited for so long, Tatianna didn’t want to delay this moment any more. She dropped the beer to the couch, hearing the remaining contents splattering about but ultimately uncaring of what happened to the bottle. Adore seemed to be of the same mind, however hers was unfortunate enough to clatter onto the cushion and promptly roll onto the ground. 

But that was something to worry about later.

Tatianna’s sole focus was Adore in her arms. The way their lips glided against one another like they just couldn’t get enough. Time meant nothing to her, she simply wanted this moment to last forever. But soon reality forced its way back into her mind. Namely now that her bare leg was feeling suspiciously damp and cold. She was all for ignoring it at first until the beer pooling against her skin began to traveling uncomfortably close to her dress.

She broke off the kiss in order to push the bottle away but as she did so, she heard Adore asking breathlessly, “Hey um, if you want to-tonight, I mean-we can go up to my room.”

Tatianna’s answer came like second nature, “Let’s go,” and in only a second both women were on their feet and rushing back towards the kitchen door.

******

As Adore shut the bedroom door firmly behind them, turning to Tatianna with a smirk, she suddenly found herself feeling shy. It was probably silly–after all, she’d known Adore for almost 2 years and they’d hung out countless times, but this was different. She couldn’t help wonder if crossing this line was a bad idea, as much as she wanted it. Or if it would mess things up with their group. When Alaska and Katya broke up, it had nearly torn their whole friend group apart, and maybe this was a terrible idea, a terrible road to go down. 

Her racing thoughts were quieted, somewhat, by Adore stepping closer to her, taking a lock of her hair and twirling it around her finger, thumb brushing lightly against her cheek in the process. 

“What are you thinkin’ about?” Adore murmured, and Tatianna felt her knees go weak at the softness of her voice. 

“Just…uh…” Tatianna smiled sheepishly. “It doesn’t matter.” 

Adore’s eyes were glued to her body, and the rush of desire she felt from being so openly admired made her forget all her earlier worries. So what if this was a bad idea? So what if it would change their friendship? It was bound to be fun in the process. 

Adore’s lips grazed hers lightly, and she grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss, enjoying the plush feel of her lips, the way their bodies fit perfectly together. Hands were traveling slowly from her hair, down her back, stopping just shy of her ass. 

She tilted her head as Adore layered kisses down her jaw and neck, a soft whimper escaping her lips when teeth dug gently into her pulse point. 

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Adore breathed, hot breath against her neck making her shiver. 

Emboldened, Tatianna pushed Adore onto the bed and stood before her, almost posing. 

“You think?” 

“Are you kidding me?” Adore’s eyes raked over her body appreciatively, admiring every curve. “That dress is…fuck.” 

“Hmm…wanna see how I look without the dress?” Tatianna asked breathily, amused at the way Adore’s eyes widened, nodding excitedly. 

Tati slowly pulls the dress up, lifting the hem, letting the clingy fabric slide up her thighs until just a hint of her black lace panties were visible. Adore leaned forward, practically salivating as she pulled it up some more, finally lifting it over her head, and the horns with it. Now in just her bra, panties and a pair of heels, she shook out her hair and leveled a sultry gaze at Adore. 

“Lose the bra,” Adore said. It was meant to be an order, but it came out like a breathless prayer, and Tatianna smiled obligingly. She reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting the straps fall down her arms before slowly, slowly removing it. 

“Better?” 

“Shit,” Adore said, reaching forward. 

“Not so fast!” Tatianna dodged her hands, giggling as she backed away, leaning against a dresser. “This is a little uneven, don’t you think?” 

“Uneven?” 

“We gotta get you naked, too.” 

Adore scrambled to follow her instructions, pulling off her combat boots frantically as Tatianna looked on. She struggled out of her costume, ripping down the zipper and shrugging the stretchy top off her shoulders until it bunched around her waist, giving Tati a perfect view of her tits. 

“Very nice.” 

“Please come back,” Adore said. “Please let me touch you.” 

Pushing herself away from the dresser, Tatianna sauntered forward, now clad only in her panties and heels. She straddled one of Adore’s thighs, watching the girl fisting her comforter while she waited for the green light. 

“Okay,” she said lightly. 

Adore sprang into action, grabbing Tatianna by the waist and flinging her onto her back. After a few desperate kisses, clawing at each other like animals, they both sunk into the moment. Tatianna closed her eyes, relishing the feel of Adore’s hands on her bare skin, the weight of her body gently pressing her into the bed. She untangled her fingers from Adore’s teal-colored hair and reached down to push her costume over her hips. Adore tried to assist, wriggling the catsuit down her legs, giving a rueful chuckle. 

“I guess this wasn’t meant for a fast escape,” she said, and Tati laughed with her, pushing her onto her back. 

“No, but…what’s the rush?” 

Adore finally pulled the garment off and tossed it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and Tati couldn’t help her eyes drifting down to look at her, take all of her in. There was a tattoo on her hip that Tati had never seen before, a crescent moon, and she touched it gently. 

She looked back up into Adore’s hazel eyes and was met with a wicked grin. 

“Like it?” 

“Uh huh,” was all Tatianna managed before Adore pulled her body down, continuing the blissful assault of her neck, fingers drawing light circles on her ass that made her shiver. Tatianna’s hips rolled forward, grinding down against Adore’s thigh, the lace of her panties creating some much-needed friction. 

When a whimper escaped her lips, Adore rolled them both over once again, mouth moving slowly down her collarbone, tongue circling her nipples. Tatianna arched up, pulling on Adore’s hair, trembling in anticipation of Adore’s hot, wet mouth where she wanted it the most. Fingers slid into the sides of her panties, and as Adore began to drag them down her thighs ever so slowly, Tatianna let out an impatient whine. 

“Didn’t you just say ‘what’s the rush’?” Adore asked her, amused. 

“Yeah but I…” Tatianna whimpered, lifting her hips, and Adore continued to pull her panties down, spreading open her thighs. She leaned forward, warm breath making Tatianna shiver violently. “Lick it, please, oh god…” 

Adore let her lips graze Tatianna’s pussy, so lightly she thought she might scream. She had a bratty retort on the tip of her tongue when a bang on the door nearly gave her a heart attack. 

“Adore! ” The knob turned, and Adore threw her body over Tatianna’s to shield her from the intrusion. “Are you in here? ” 

“Don’t come in!” Adore shrieked, and Courtney immediately covered her eyes. 

“Sorry, sorry!” she said, speaking through a crack in the door, assuring, “I didn’t see anything!” 

“Can you like, leave?” Adore asked, irritated.

“Yeah, I just needed to ask you, real quick. Uh, Bill’s looking for Tati, and we saw you guys dancing together earlier. Have you seen her?” 

Tatianna clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. 

“Uhhh…” Adore scratched her head, unsure of how to respond. She looked down at Tatianna apologetically, and Tati reached down to smooth her disheveled hair before chiming in. 

“Hey Court…tell her I’m fine.” 

“Omigod, sorry!” Tatianna could barely see Courtney’s face, but she could practically hear the blush rising to her cheeks. So much for skating under the radar with the friend group. “Sorry, sorry! Have fun, kids!” 

“Thanks mom!” Adore called after her with a huge eye roll, then turned back to Tatianna, cheeks flushed. “I’m so sorry about that.” 

“It’s okay. It’s probably better if they know, anyway,” Tatianna said, adding a rushed, “I mean, I’m a terrible liar. And you’re worse.” 

“Hey!” Adore opened her mouth in mock offense. “I’m a great liar. I pretended to be straight for…almost 14 years.” 

“I’m sure it was very convincing.” 

“Well…not really,” Adore admitted, laughing. “But…so you really don’t mind that they know?”

Her eyes were soft and wide, forehead creased with concern, and Tatinna placed a gentle kiss against her mouth. 

“I really don’t mind. But I appreciated you trying to protect me,” she whispered, feeling Adore smile against her, returning the kiss enthusiastically. Her thighs hugged Adore’s hips, drawing her in closer. 

She could feel the tension in Adore’s body melt as they kissed more, going soft and pliable. As a plush mouth traveled down her neck, sucking a wet trail into her skin, Tatianna arched up. 

“So, uh, before we were interrupted…” she began, and Adore lifted her head, a wicked gleam in her eyes. 

“Yeees?” Adore asked teasingly, fingers trailing down Tatianna’s torso, drawing circles all over her tingling skin. 

“Please,” Tatianna whimpered, a pitiful edge to her shaky voice. 

Adore’s spread in a slow, lazy smile before she bent her head again, nibbling down her chest and finally settling in between her legs, chuckling softly as Tatianna’s thighs spread open wider. 

“We really should have done this months ago,” Adore said, and Tatianna nodded vigorously, trying very un-subtly to push her head down. 

“Uh huh…” 

Adore drew closer, and as her lips finally brushed over Tati’s clit, she thrust up her hips, hands gripping her hair for dear life. Those perfect, pillowy lips got to work, and Tatianna shut her eyes, settling back to enjoy the ride. Soon enough, Adore’s tongue was swirling over her, soft and warm and wet, and a moan slipped from her lips. 

“Oh, god…” Her hips jerked up as if of their own volition, responding to every flick of Adore’s tongue, every teasing touch and feathery kiss. “Harder, please, please…”

“Anything you want, baby,” Adore murmured, her low voice making Tatianna tremble as she gripped her thighs tighter. She began to suck on her clit, harder and harder until Tatianna was writhing in bliss. 

“Adore, oh god, I’m gonna come,” she choked out, gasping for air when Adore temporarily moved a mouth to her thigh, sucking a bruise into her tender skin and making her buck up in agony, indecipherable moans escaping her as she tugged on Adore’s hair, directing her back where she needed her most. 

Almost as soon as Adore’s tongue hit her clit again, she began to come, grinding against the other girl’s tongue and moaning shamelessly, riding out wave after wave as Adore lapped her up like dessert, face buried in her pussy until her body went limp. 

It’s a few minutes later, with Adore’s cheek resting on her chest and a hand still tangled in her hair, when she noticed her phone buzzing so much that it had fallen out of her clutch and was now lying on the wooden floor. She sighed and reached for it, but there was no way she could make it in her current state. 

Adore saw what she was doing and laughed. 

“Yeah, someone’s messaging you an awful lot,” she remarked, rolling over to grab the phone from the floor. She handed it over, and Tatianna scanned through her recent messages with an amused, exhausted laugh. 

WILLAM (1:32): Where r u

WILLAM (1:36): Tati

WILLAM (1:37): Hello

WILLAM (1:43): Bitch, I’m looking for you

WILLAM (1:54): Let’s go, my fucking feet hurt

WILLAM (1:55): Tatiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

WILLAM (1:55): I hope you’re dead because if not, I’m gonna kill you

WILLAM (1:57): Um okay, scratch that. Please don’t be dead.

WILLAM (1:59): Tatianna Josephine Santiolini

WILLAM (2:03): ANSWER ME YOU FUCKING BITCH

WILLAM (2:04): Ugh

WILLAM (2:06): You’re a cunt

WILLAM (2:07): !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WILLAM (2:08): NOT A CUNT

WILLAM (2:09): You’re a SLUT

WILLAM (2:11): Hahahahahahaha

WILLAM (2:13): Omg you little whore

WILLAM (2:16): I’m so proud

Tati shook her head, sending out a quick, ‘Goodnight Will,’ and then turning to Adore with an exaggerated eye roll. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi.” Adore grinned, well, adorably, leaning in for a slow, lazy kiss. 

Tatianna sighed into it, wrapping her arms around Adore’s waist and pulling her close. Kissing Adore was honestly everything she’d imagined. Those soft, full lips, which were so delicious that she couldn’t resist taking the bottom one between her teeth and biting down slightly, producing the sexiest little groan. 

“You’re so cute,” Tatianna whispered, nuzzling against her, and Adore’s smile deepened. 

“You’re cuter,” said Adore. 

Tatianna couldn’t help the giddy laugh that bubbled up from her chest. She let out a contented sigh, fingers trailing up and down Adore’s naked back, admitting, “God, I’ve liked you for so long…” 

Adore shivered slightly as nails raked along her skin and pressed a kiss to Tatianna’s jaw. “Fuck, me too,” she murmured into her still flushed, heated skin. 

Tatianna smiled, cupping her ass with both hands, shifting so that her thigh was wedged between Adore’s legs, giving her something to rut against. Her thigh soon grew slick and wet as Adore’s hips rolled at a frantic pace. 

“Tell me what you want,” she said, teeth grazing Adore’s ear. 

“I want…fuck…I want you to fuck me. Oh, god…” 

It was beautiful, watching her fall apart, and Tatianna just wanted more and more. She rolled her to the side, hushing her desperate whimpers and pushing two fingers into her, thumb toying with her swollen clit while she worked her from the inside. 

Tatianna’s eyes never left Adore’s face, watching as her beautiful hazel eyes rolled back, as she arched and thrashed and scratched at her like an alley cat. Curling her fingers again and again until Adore came with a final moan, hoarse and broken. She kept watching her, taking in her body glistening with sweat, tits heaving with gasping breaths, hair an absolute mess, thighs trembling and sticky. She was a perfect disaster, and all Tatianna wanted was to kiss those parted lips some more. 

She curled up beside Adore on the bed, sucking her fingers into her mouth to relish the taste of victory, when she happened to notice the time. 

“Hey, um…” 

“Mmmmm?” 

Adore sounded drugged, and Tatianna raised herself up on her elbow. Her stomach felt a little funny as she ventured, “It’s pretty late…is it okay if I crash?” 

Lashes brushed against Adore’s cheeks as her eyes fluttered open. She reached languidly for Tatianna, wrapping a lock of hair around her fingers. 

“Are you kidding? I’d be devo’d if you left.” 

“Devo’d?” 

“Shit,” Adore giggled. “That’s Courtney’s stupid Aussie slang…” 

Adore’s eyes finally focused, locking with Tatianna’s own. 

“Don’t go,” she clarified. 

Until that moment, Tatianna wasn’t actually sure what this would be. A fun little one-off between good friends? The start of a friends-with-benefits arrangement? But seeing Adore’s expression, the softness in her eyes, the absolute steadfastness as she insisted that the other girl stay, she realized it might be so much more.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #tatianna #adore x tatianna #willam belli #shangela laquifa wadley #bianca del rio #courtney act #alaska thunderfuck #friends to lovers #fluff #smut #lesbian au #veronica #albatross #halloween fic #halloween costumes #halloween party #submission

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Bio! Dad Strange part 12 Waiting for Help

Marinette promised herself that this was a nightmare, that she’d wake up and there wouldnt be a kwami or earrings.

She was wrong.

Her dad compliemented the new studs at breakfast, asking if she got them in Gotham.

“Found them laying around is all.”

Maman told her they’re begining self defense lessons tonight, and to bring the other girls. She didnt point out she already knew how to fight, and made a mentsl note to tell the girls to pretend she was just good at gym, not fighting.

She checked her phone. No message from Tim yet.

“What yout doing?” Tikki—no captor—asked.

Marinette forced a smile, “just checking my messages, that’s all!”

—

Tim looked over his messages. He remembered seeing two alerts on his burner from Harley Before the Arkham Prison Break and its destruction. He couslnt remember from who though... was it a heads up about the outbreak or...

He tried to find it on his laptop, cloning the phone to it ages ago. The data from it was... corrupt?

He didnt like the look of this. It was from Pixie. Teo messages, oen short and one cery, very long.

He managed to get one phrase at the end. His french had to be wrong but it said “they won’t find you”

He tried to call Pixie then. The number was disconnected. He swore.

He’d need to find the RKC somehow and findout where Pixie’s family lived. It sounded like somethinf was wrong, and he didnt know if he could get the old number back.

—

Marinette was dragged into the girl’s room on entering school.

“Marinette, I want you to help me out with Adrien—you’re the type his dad should like.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at Chloe. She loves her but really?

“Becuase I’m smart?”

“Ew, no, well...” Chloe shook her head. “You design, and you’re good at it. He might listen to you on giving him more free time if it was to snag you as a designer.”

“His dad?” Gabriel Agreste, owner of the brand Gabriel. Hasn’t designed since his wife’s disappearance, and has a hermit problem.

“He owns a fashion brand, and they like new talent.”

Easy to exploit, unaware of industry standards, and less aware of the laws protecting them... that didnt sound good.

“And i’m the key becuase...”

“He’s seen your work before, remember last year at the show?”

He was? She didnt remember it, too busy back stage and throwing classmates into outfits while Chloe did touchups on makeup and threw people on the catwalk.

“Come on, Adrien has bars on his window, please? For me?”

That... paranoid millionaire designer or abusive father, definitely toxic tendencies though. Maybe working on this family would be a good distraction?

“I’ll try, but no guarantees. And you know i’ll use a different name, right?”

“We’re minors Mari, I’d be worried if you didn’t. Now, let’s go say hi to my prince!”

Marinette questioned her sanity once more. But magic butterflies and kwami are a thing.

She just wants to toy with Markov’s emotional intelligence and translator programming. But she needs a cover for that...

—

Flash frowned at the images from the satellite imaging. Either something was off in Paris, one picture showed damage but the one before and after showed no issues, or there was a glitch. Occam’s razor.

“Hey Red, can you check our imaging tech? We had a glitch over Paris!”

He needed to work on his proposal for the JL on intervening with the meta situation in France. No one liked it. Someone pointed out there was polarization of us vs them in France, metas fleeing left and right. From french media reports, it sounded like they were running a campaign to remove metas from France unless they were ‘under the state’s control’ and that. No one liked that.

He hopes he can get Jill out before things get bad. He know’s she can hide,’but how long can she hold out? He doesn't want an answer to that.

He’s going to get her and the others out before it gets that bad.

—

Marinette wanted to throw Kim across the school when she remembered that Kim set off the Big Guy yesterday. She would be a normal meta in hiding if he hadn’t.

Sabrina made a slideshow last night for her to lecture him. Alix is down to tear Kim a new one, and Marinette has no sympathy for him.

The class is quiet when Big Guy comes in.

Marinette gets up, smiling at seeing him and Mylene together now.

“Hey guys, so, how’d it go?”

Big guy and Mylene blushed a bit. Interesting but not definite proof of her suspicions...

“So are you to going to sit together or...”

Mylene nodded, tugging Ivan behind her. Marinette smiled back at her classmates, who were... staring?

“Guys, things happen. Now get back to what you were talking about or get ready for class, okay?”

“Says the Gothamite,” Kim smirked.

“Only during the summer, you know the custody deal as well as I do.”

“Don’t remind me, I have to be deprived of my favorite princess every summer,” Chloe pouted, almost launching herself over Marinette and Sabrina’s desk to throw her arms around Marinette. Almost. 

“I like seeing my family?” Marinette didn’t get why everyone made a big deal of it--if she was honest, objectively she did prefer Gotham. More science, metas are out and not hunted, and she has a family happy to help her with whatever  that listened to her morals and played by her rules... albeit weirdly and a bit murderous at times. 

But then she wouldn’t have her  friends and she wasn’t going to give them up anytime soon. Especially since Max would build a tesla coil if she didn’t stop him. and a death ray too, to prove he could.

Sabrina rolled her eyes as Kim flung himself over his desk and pulled Marinette into a hug. “My sister, Gotham can fight me.”

“You would lose,” Max state, cleaning his glasses. (for dramatic affect, obviously Marinette, she heard him snark in her mind) “You can’t even cross the street without almost getting run over.”

Kim blushed as the class laughed. “Shut up--I don’t need to cross streets, just fight.”

“Marinette, has he even gotten close to beating you yet?”

“Nope.”

“A ten year old kicks your butt regularly Kim.”

“She beats everyone that challenges her. It is the law. of Marinette in a fight.”

Adrien stared at her then, “Really?”

Max piped up then, “Out of the 230 matches they’ve had, Kim lost each. As have her challengers in each match.”

“That’s awesome! Do you think you could teach me?”

“As long as we’re not at my house, I don’t see why not.” Good, keep him distracted. “Oh that reminds me, Sabrina, Chloe, Alix, Maman demands you come over to practice too. Remember the rule--”

“You’re not that good in science,” Alix began

“You kind of know how to fight, but not really.” Chloe continued

“And you have never, ever done anything remotely reckless,” Sabrina snickered.

that got a number of laughs out of her group. “Oh shut up, shouldn’t you be grilling Adrien on what color and other thing he’s using from now on?”

That caused the group to light up.

“I almost forgot we haven’t introduced Adrikins to that part our little group!”

“Little?” She heard the cure red head whisper. Yes, she memorized his voice already.... its not weird at all...

“Okay, so I’m yellow and stripes, as you can see,” Chloe gestured to her outfit. “Kim and Alix understand the wonder of my choice, as Kim is red and yellow, while Alix is black and stripes, hers are always her gloves or uses her snake sleeves to pass.”

“I’m purple and argyle, the best pattern,” Sabrina beamed.

“Green and collared shirts, the only way to go,” Max stated.

“Uh, pink or red is me, and a floral pattern is always on me,” Marinette gestured to the flower pattern on her shirt and showed off her coin purse.

“Blue and my hat,” Nino tipped his hat at Adrien as he walked over. “Nino.”

“Adrien, and wow, i don’t know... is my jacket okay?”

“White jacket, when off he’s mad at us then. Pro tip, wearing someone else’s colors or patterns means they’re your favorite,” Nino explained, turning to Marinette. “So Alix is your new favorite with the new studs?”

Marinette moved to hide her earrings. 

“Marinette, how could you not tell me your rankings changed!” Sabrina mock-pouted. 

“Sweet! I get dibs on Mari’s bed tonight!”

“Alix!”

“I, just, someone told me they’d bring good luck and with what happened over the summer...” and yesterday. “I figured it’d be okay to be a little superstitious--it can’t hurt in this case, right?”

Max shook his head, ready to lecture his la partner until Sabrina and Kim glared. He shut his mouth with a small frown.

“Of course not,” Adrein beamed. “Guessing it was pretty rough?”

“It was... more Gotham chaos than usual, that’s all.” New brother that was dead and is now alive and teenage again, Hero Stalker almost dying and somehow having one of her personal heroes deem her a good soundboard for solving cases that stump him? She didn’t know what to make of it, not really. (yet, Uncle Oswald’s voice rang in her head. You will when the dust settles, until then, keep your cards from view, or end up someone’s lunch.)

“That sucks.” Well, he didn’t try to hug her... yet. She could feel him debating it. 

Class began then. 

Marinette glanced back at Cute Red Head. She really needed to learn his name soon....

--

They had gym before lunch. During it, Marinette was told to show the class what can happen if someone is flexible and does the exercises right in a fight..

Kim came after her on the mats. She turned him into her vault, sent hi to ground as she jumped off him, and flipped out her landing for fun.

“I said for normal people Miss Cheng.”

Marinette grinned at their gym teacher. “Very well. Given that we seem to have magic infecting our city, its important for you all to learn how to defend and flee to safe places. Now, today we’ll be going over evacuation procedures...”

During lunch Alya and Lila were dominating a few other classes’ groups, talking about something called the “Ladyblog” and how amazing Ladybug was....

It didn’t sit right with Marinette. Chat was a big help, when he wasn’t getting ahead of himself. She was trained, he wasn’t. Could they be a little nicer to her apparent partner? She get’s she’s good, but she and Chat can be good together, can’t they?

Chloe was about to drag her to her table with Adrien, Nino (when did that happen?) and Sabrina, but she knew Max would follow her. which meant Kim would too--and she wasn’t lecturing Kim in front of Adrien and Chloe about him being jealous of them. that was a recipe for disaster--and she needed to do some recon on Big Guy and what triggered the transformation. 

the police actually remembered to encrypt their files on the case, so she had to go the other way. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys during class, I think those two,” Marinette pointed to Big Guy and Mylene, currently sitting alone and being avoided, “might need a buffer from the rest of school, Example setting and stuff, right Chloe?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “I am reserving you in advance for tomorrow.”

She had one day to get Kim’s jealousy under control, great.

“Sure thing! See you later!”  Marinette ran off with her lunch and took a seat across from Mylene and Ivan. “Hi, Marinette.”

Big Guy was Ivan apparently. Somehow Marinette managed to ask about how they got together, the poem he wrote yesterday did it. She squealed at that--it was cute, okay?

Kim came over after Marinette. Ivan tensed when he did.

“Hey Marinette--why are you--”

“Why not?” 

Kim was silent at that, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh....”

“Sorry about Kim, he’s dense and i may be regular clumsy, but he’s emotionally clumsy.”

Ivan snorted at that. “Like when you almost dropped three trays of macaroons at the talent show last year?”

Marinette pouted at that. “I caught them all!”

Mylene giggled at that. “I think you’d do well in a circus act with reflexes like that.”

Marinette beamed at that. “Thanks! My Uncle Jerry grew up in one so he sometimes teaches me old tricks. Still haven’t mastered taming a certain monkey...” Marinette raised an eyebrow at Kim.

“I---fine. Ivan, I’m sorry about yesterday, i shouldn’t have made fun of the poem.”

“And?”

“...and your feelings.”

“And.”

“And I should talk my feelings out instead of taking them out on others.”

“and?”

“I,..” Kim frowned, thinking for a moment. “I’m glad you managed to confess, and will work on not acting out when I jealous of someone doing what i want to but won’t.”

“Good Kim.” He still wasn’t getting a macaroon. “Sorry about yesterday.”

Ivan stared at her and Kim. “So, dating or...”

“Ew.” 

“Never.”

the pointed at each other. “That’s my brother/sister if my parents have it their way.”

Mylene brightened at that. “Really?”

Marinette nodded, “Kim decided he has all big brother rights too, apparently i’m a human arm rest.”

“You steal my hoodies.”

“It was cold, and unguarded. free game Kimmie.”

Kim shook his head. “this is not over Mari.”

“Is it ever?”

Mylene waved at someone... Alix and Max then--too long for one person.

“Hello.”

“yo, sitting here today?”

Marinette hummed as the pair took their seats. Over the course of the conversation, she found out a few things. 1) Ivan did not remember being Stoneheart. 2) the last thing he remembers is being told to knock by Damocles which only made him angrier at the time 3) a voice talking to him.

while inconclusive, her best guess would be some form of possession with rage as a catalyst for said possession to occur. Possibly just negative emotions, but she didn’t have enough data to support that theory.  

Classes began again, this time with Adrien sitting by Nino, Sabrina moved back to Chloe’s side, and Marinette given more room than she needed. 

Class was boring. She took the girls home with her while Max followed Kim to his house. Nino said something about babysitting and Adrien looked... sad. Some Huge Guy he called Gorilla picked him up without talking. 

Maybe Huge Guy Gorilla is mute, otherwise very rude. 

Maman had her handle the front while the girls were taught in the back what to do. and probably mined for information on what happened yesterday.

Marinette checked the Ladyblog and felt sick. She was being called a hero. Her family was not one of heroes---they were vigilantes at best and she knew it. She was a vigilante at best. don’t call me a hero--heroes always disappoint.

Marinette handled the front until closing time. she made dinner with the girls and Maman while Papa finished prep for tomorrow’s pastries. 

dinner was normal. The girls kept their own anxieties about what was happening mostly quiet, but Marinette could feel it.

Alix stayed the night, Chloe had ballet and Sabrina needed to feed her hamster since Raincomrpix would be home late. 

Marinette checked her messages again. nothing from Tim. She tried texting him while Tikki and Alix were asleep. she wasn’t even on read.

Marinette kept the tears in. He was still mad at her then.... did she doom Paris by lecturing Batman?

no, she just had to wait. Gotham wasn’t always calm. she just needed to wait for it to be calm and he’d see it. The Justice League would come. If not from Tim, then she’d work something out into her messages to Flash. a code.. just one letter in each letter needed to be different enough to notice. it would take time, but she knew he’d notice. 

he had to.

she just had to wait. Had to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng in the meantime. 

Paris and her just had to be patient. 

They would’t abandon her Paris, right?

--

Bruce looked over the mostly cold case, Princess Jill, and sighed. They never found the girl that summer, and Superman wasn’t taking it well. 

He looked over at Flash, who was trying to make a proposal the others could support. His french meta, Jill Smith, she was in Paris and they made progress on that front. No idea what her french name was, or her parents, but they knew she was in deep with the Gotham Rogues for Harley Quinn and Joker to claim any familial connection. 

Both of these girls went by Jill. Possible body doubling given they both are summer only. There was a slim chance they were the same person, very slim, but that would mean that the Rouges were letting their princess go into fights, and he doubted they would. She’d be kept under lock and key while Mr. J was active, and clearly Pixie was not--possibly rebellious. They could use that to convert her.

Apparently Pixie Jill Smith was connected to a new threat to Gotham, Red Hood, often working in the same areas as Victor Zsasz. He wasn’t sure how the trio were connected, but he didn’t like it.

Flash was insistent that Jill was just scared and well... Batman would admit that much was obvious. He hoped Flash managed something usable in his proposal. The less batman needed to tweak for him, the better. 

--

That’s all this time. Warning, there is an angst train and it will hurt for a while. it takes Years for things to end up where we want it, so this is a longfic in the works.

and reminder, Marinette had multiple romantic crushes and relationships in this. I only ask you tolerate the various ships.

Also the lovesquare from cannon may not be included, or if it is, it will be very different as so far, Marinette has a very different crush. 

link to the full story for easy finding from ao3 --> https://archiveofourown.org/works/22342267/chapters/53372962

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[jiminfms]

         *  hi  ,  my  name’s  tee  and  this  ain’t  a  waist  trainer  bitch  ,  this  a  back  brace  i  got  scoliosis  .  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨  ,  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬   ( finally  )  !  i  prefer  either  feminine  or  non - binary  pronouns  ,  and  i  reside  in  the  est  time  zone !  it  has  taken  me  so  long  to  formally  write  and  i  highkey  hate  it  because  i  lost  muse  for  my  queen  miss  giavanna  ,  so  i  decided  to  bring  another  muse  instead  of  leaving  because  honestly  ...  i  love  ya’ll  🥺 .  the  way  i  love  miss  jennie  kim  is  more  than  i  wanna  admit  ,  so  let  me  introduce  you  guys  to  the  tiny  ball  of  aggression  that  is  jimin  jung !

          omg  !  i  was  walking  yonge  street  downtown  ,  and  you’ll  never  guess  who  i  saw  .  jimin  jung  !  i  just  saw  a  post  about  them  on  sixsecrets ! i  think  it  said  something  like  ' jimin  jung  physically  restrained  by  security  guards  following  a  verbal  argument  with  fellow  customer  at  drake  one  fifty ! ' .  isn’t  that  wild  ?  i  guess  it  makes  sense  though  ,  since  they’re  apparently  antagonistic  and  bellicose  .  but  i’ve  heard  they’re  also  sultry  and  voguish  ! i’ll  just  stick  to  giving  them  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  .  i  mean  ,  it’s  not  like  i  know  them  personally  —  they’re  a  famous  singer  /  songwriter  and  model  ! you  know  ,  i’ve  actually  heard  rumors  that  redacted  ,  but  they’re  just  rumors  …  i  think  .  i  dunno  .  if  you  happen  to  run  into  them  ,  tell  them  i’m  their  biggest  fan !

FULL  NAME  :  jung  jimin  .

NICKNAME(S) :  n/a  .

AGE  +  DATE  OF  BIRTH :  24  +  june  10th  ,  1996  .

ASTROLOGICAL  SIGN  :  gemini  .

MEYERS - BRIGGS  PERSONALITY  TYPE :  entj  .

MORAL  ALIGNMENT :  chaotic  neutral  .

GENDER  +  PRONOUNS  :  cis  female  +  she / her / hers  .

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  bisexual  .

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  biromantic  .

PLACE  OF  BIRTH :  kensington  ,  london  ,  england  .

PLACE  OF  RESIDENCE  :  toronto  ,  ontario  ,  canada ( specifically  ,  in  the  neighborhood  of  forest  hill ) .

OCCUPATION  :  singer  /  songwriter  and  model  .

VOICECLAIM  :  dua  lipa  .

NATIONALITY  :  british  -  korean  .

ETHNICITY  :  korean  .

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN  :  english  ,  korean  ,  and  japanese  .

i.  prosopography  .

            jimin’s  story  begins  with  the  fateful  meeting  of  her  parents  ,  kim  seo - yeon  and  jung  do - young  ,  on  a  cold  winter’s  day  .  they  found  themselves  at  the  tender  ages  of  20  and  22  ,  attending  a  boring  christmas  gala  with  their  parents  when  they  would  have  preferred  to  do  anything  else  in  the  world  .  seo - yeon  was  a  women  who  knew  what  she  wanted  the  moment  her  eyes  landed  upon  it  ,  so  when  she  made  brief  eye  contact  with  do - young  ,  she  purposefully  spilled  a  glass  of  champagne  onto  his  expensive  tom  ford  suit  and  made  a  big  deal  of  it  .  this  sparked  their  whirlwind  romance  ,  and  six  months  later  they  found  themselves  announcing  their  engagement  to  korean  media  outlets  .

           despite  how  quickly  they  were  engaged  ,  their  parents  saw  this  as  mutually  beneficial  .  seo - yeon  is  the  youngest  daughter  of  the  wealthy  kim  family  ,  owners  of  the  kq  group  conglomerate  that  was  worth  billions  in  its  own  right  .  do - young  was  the  only  child  of  his  parents  ,  and  came  from  park  family  lineage  where  their  hotels  and  resorts  were  the  cause  of  their  fortune  .  the  families  were  soon  to  be  one  ,  and  the  couple  was  the  chaebol  heirs  that  others  envied  .  following  their  lavish  wedding  ,  seo - yeon  and  do - young  decided  that  they  were  going  to  head  off  to  london  to  make  a  life  for  themselves  .  so  ,  they  transferred  to  oxford  university  ,  finished  their  schooling  ,  and  shortly  after  seo - yeon’s  graduation  from  the  financial  economics  program  ,  the  couple  discovered  that  they  were  expecting  .

          it  was  a  sticky  summer  day  when  seo - yeon  unexpectedly  gave  birth  to  their  daughter  ,  who  decided  not  to  allow  her  parents  time  to  get  to  the  hospital  .  jimin  was  born  in  the  bathtub  of  her  parents’  luxury  bathroom  ,  and  right  into  the  arms  of  her  slightly  panicked  but  overjoyed  father  .  from  the  time  that  she  was  a  toddler  ,  araminta  was  a  very  precocious  child  ,  picking  up  on  skills  quite  quickly  and  speaking  in  few  short  sentences  by  the  time  she  was  eleven  months  old  .  as  she  grew  older  ,  jimin’s  parents  remained  hands  on  despite  their  busy  schedules  ,  and  decided  that  they  would  see  what  their  daughter  would  have  the  most  interest  in  .  when  she  was  four  ,  her  parents  began  piano  lessons  ,  and  it  was  evident  that  she  had  a  natural  gift  for  the  instrument  .

            life  for  jimin  had  always  been  comfortable  ,  but  she  didn’t  want  to  take  the  usual  route  ,  or  what  was  expected  of  her  .  she  had  always  been  interested  in  music  ,  so  she  she  originally  started  with  taking  dance  classes  .  she  trained  in  all  forms  of  dance  in  order  to  be  well  rounded  ,  and  she  initially  had  dreams  of  becoming  a  backup  dancer  ,  but  when  she  was  playing  around  and  decided  to  make  a  video  singing  a  song  that  she  had  written  all  on  her  own  ,  jimin  became  an  overnight  sensation  .  her  song  ,  hotter  than  hell  ,  blew  up  almost  instantly  and  she  was  signed  to  warner  music  group  .  

            i’ve  written  enough  VCJNXVBHCV  but  her  career  has  followed  the  timeline  of  dua’s  ,  although  it’s  slightly  off  by  maybe  the  month  or  the  year  .   she  has  won  a  total  of  forty - two  awards  in  her  career  ,  including  two  grammy  awards  and  three  brit  awards  .  although  miss  dua  got  a  lil  clowned  for  her  dancing  at  one  point  ,  i  must  say  that  jimin  is  quite  the  performer  ,  and  definitely  makes  use  of  the  stages  by  recreating  music  videos  or  simply  giving  the  audience  an  experience  .  she  has  not  released  future  nostalgia  as  of  yet  ,  but  it’s  what  she’s  currently  working  towards  !  through  her  career  ,  she  is  known  by  her  mononym  jimin  !

ii.  temperament  .

jimin  is  a  real  bitch  ,  but  she  doesn’t  go  out  of  her  way  to  ‘  out  bitch  ’  someone  because  she  finds  it  to  be  kinda  dumb  .  she’s  primarily  looking  to  have  fun  ,  and  no  one  is  about  to  be  bitchy  around  her  without  getting  snatched  up  .

she  parties  like  she  just  turned  twenty - one  and  dares  someone  to  say  something  about  it  !  invite  her  to  the  club  and  she’s  coming  without  a  second  thought  .  she’s  the  friend  who  will  make  plans  and  will  get  a  little  sad  when  people  cancel  on  her  ,  but  she’s  still  going  to  find  a  way  to  enjoy  herself  .

does  not  take  authority  seriously  and  she  can  be  seen  making  a  jerking  off  motion  whenever  someone  kisses  up  to  those  of  authority  .  talks  shit  ,  but  backs  it  up  because  if  you’re  bold  enough  to  talk  shit  you  might  get  hit  ,  right  ?  

she’s  a  sultry  bitch  and  she  loves  it  .  give  her  the  chance  and  she’ll  flirt  with  a  tree  ,  she’ll  flirt  with  a  plant  ,  and  she  might  flirt  with  your  significant  other  .  she  can  get  kinda  lewd  and  will  say  something  really  off - beat  ,  and  honestly  shut  her  up  if  you  do  .

the  epitome  of  a  gen - z  /  millennial  line  straddler  as  she  can’t  walk  past  a  mirror  without  taking  pictures  of  herself  .  sickeningly  vain  as  she  takes  pictures  at  any  chance  she  can  like  after  getting  her  hair  and  makeup  done  or  even  when  she’s  out  and  about  shopping  .    

iii. headcanons  .

jimin  is  quite  chaotic  and  she  does  not  hold  back  from  it !  she’s  a  pot  stirrer  ,  and  she’ll  watch  everything  unfold  as  if  she  wasn’t  the  one  to  start  the  problems  in  the  first  place  .  not  afraid  to  spread  a  rumor  or  putting  a  trolling  instagram  comment  on  one  of  her  posts  on  blast .  she  likes  to  be  petty  ,  but  she  can  back  it  up  ( but  it’s  NOT  fat  enough  😔 )  .  

her  style  is  vastly  different  than  what’s  expected  .  on  stage  ,  i  would  think  her  style  is  something  akin  to  kpop  stage  outfits  ,  but  not  necessarily  as  tame  .  she’s  not  afraid  to  show  skin  so  there’s  a  lot  of  embellished  leotards  and  heels  ,  dramatic  eye  makeup  and  perfectly  styled  hair  .  off  stage  ,  she  likes  a  relaxed  but  high - end  style  .  lots  of  denim  ,  lots  of  black  ,  loves  oversized  pieces  ,  but  she  loves  to  follow  trends  where  she  can  .

loves  to  yoga  ,  pilates  ,  and  anything  else  that  doesn’t  involve  having  to  go  to  an  actual  gym  .  she  especially love aerial  yoga  as  it  keeps  her  flexible  as  a  dancer  .

miss  jennie  didn’t  let  us  enjoy  it  long  enough  ,  but  jimin’s  hair  is  canon  to  jennie’s  blonde  pieces  ! she’ll  switch  up  the  color  every  so  often  with  temporary  dyes  ,  but  other  than  that  ,  it’s  usually  always  blonde  !

she  doesn’t  drink  st*rbucks  so  don’t  ask  her  to  go  ,  and  she  especially  doesn’t  go  because  she  likes  very  simple  coffee  drinks  .

iv.  wanted  connections  .

give  me  everything  ,  please  !  i’d  love  some  of  the  basics  like  former  friends  ,  best  friends  ,  industry  rivals  ,  friends  with  benefits  ,  confidant(s)  ,  frenemies  ,  good / bad  influences  ,  one  night  stand(s)  ,  enemies  with  benefits  ,  or  a  current  or  ex  fling  !

because  i  love  my  women  loving  women  ,  hand  over  the  ex  girlfriend  !  in  my  head  i’m  thinking  that  they  were  a  really  happy  couple  and  they  were  really  good  to  one  another  ,  but  they  drifted  apart  .  they  remain  good  friends  and  people  probably  think  there’s  still  feelings  because  they  can  be  rather  touchy  feely  with  one  another  (  👀 )  .

ifykyk  ....  but  i  love  angst  !  i  love  to  have  my  heart  ripped  right  out  of  my  chest  so  give  me  angst  in  any  form  :  angsty  friends ,  exes  ,  anything  !  

a  couple  who  are  stuck  in  a  limbo  !  they  have  yet  to  make  it  past  the  point  of  friends  ,   wondering  if  they’re  just  a  hookup  to  one  another  would  there  could  potentially  be  more  .  they  probably  fight  a  lot  because  of  those  underlying  feelings  ,  but  it  could  be  interesting  to  explore  either  way  !

give  me  enemies  !  and  not  for  fake  but  two  people  who  genuinely  dislike  one  another  .  it’s  not  surprising  for  jimin  to  not  get  along  with  a  lot  of  people  considering  the  fact  that  she’s  not  ...  the  nicest  ,  and  i’m  not  entirely  sure  as  to  why  they’d  dislike  each  other  ,  but  it  could  be  so  much  thank  u  KFJDFDS  .

give  me  the  heartbreak  that  still  lingers  i  will  sell  you  my  SOUL  .  maybe  their  relationship  was  good  ,  or  it  was  a  mess  KNFJD  ,  but  but  when  they  broke  up  they  haven’t  fully  gotten  over  it  yet  ?  probably  a  lot  of  lingering  looks  ,  and  giving  compliments  but  they’re  kinda  awkward  because  they  don’t  know  how  to  approach  each  other  sometimes  .

#sixhqintro #blog is on dashboard for now while editing ! #also this is really long pls don't pelt me with eggs NVJCBHVXC #i did it ya'll KNFJBHD

[harrymendesfangurl]

Dream Girl

A/N: This story is my first. I hope you like it. Insipired by “365 Dni”.

Disclaimer: This story contains swear words. Please read at your own risk.

Shawn dreamt of her again. He dreamt of kissing her full lips, of tracing her light brown skin, caressing her long curly brown hair, the white sheets barely covering her naked curvy form and her morning smile enlightening the whole room

****

His eyes sparked open. He was naked in bed, the light sheets only covering his crotch, while his legs were spread open on the mattress. He looks to his right to see the two naked women entangled in his sheets, sleeping deeply. Shawn sits up, staring at his white curtains.

He heard small moans coming from one of the girls on the bed. He stood up and walked to grab some water on his table. His only known way of handling his hangovers.

“Good morning daddy” one of the girls almost moaned at his sight.

“You need to leave. The door is open” he says before disappearing into the bathroom. The hot water slid down his back and shoulder blades. He washed his hair, and his body before coming out.

As he grabbed his towel from the hanger and tied it around his waist. He hoped those girls were long gone.

As he wished, the girls where gone and he could proceed dressing up. He was catching a flight to Cairo this afternoon with his uncle.

****

“Wake up you need to get your ass to work” Miriam told her best friend Nadine in Arabic.

“No. I didn’t get much sleep last night” she protested.

Miriam getting fed up, pulled the covers from her skin making her hiss and curl up into a ball.

“I’m coming back here in 15 minutes. You better be ready.” Miriam orders before leaving her room.

She huffs and picked out her outfit for work. Nadine hated having two jobs. But it was the only way she could get a living. During the day she worked as a secretary for a rather decent office here in Cairo but at night she was one of the highest paid strippers that “Lux Club” had to offer.

She was a stripper at a five star hotel and Tourists loved to spend their money there. Despite her earnings she still lived with her best friend.She combed her hair and put on some makeup. Like she said, Miriam returned to the room to see that Nadine had actually made some progress.

“God is great” she thanked. Nadine threw her pillow at her before she laughed and walked out

****

She was trying her best to arrive there faster. She didn’t know that when her boss at work asked her to stay a couple more minutes, he actually meant it. She was lucky she didn’t perform amongst the first girls. She was actually important there which made other girls envy her. She finally reached the hotel and getting in through the staff door. She rushed through the halls and finally got to the club.

****

Shawn had arrived few hours ago to his owned house in Cairo. He made most deals there but he knew his heart really belonged in Canada. He was going out with his best friend and right hand man, Connor.

He had worn a black button up shirt with only two buttons buttoned and black jeans. He heard of this club “Lux Club” that was also a hotel. Maybe he could find a girl to spend the night with.

****

Nadine was engulfed in glitter. Her makeup was on fleek and her lingerie hugged her body in perfect ways letting her pantyhose do most of the job. She wore really high heels and was about to go on stage.

When she heard one of the staff call her name, she looked in the mirror one last time and went backstage.

Her stage name was Alicia. She couldn’t use her real name, in fact it was advised not to. She was a huge fan of Alicia Keys and so she chose that name.

Once the girl passing before her was done she asked the DJ to start the music.

Shawn was getting bored already. All the girls there were beautiful but none of them suited him. His attention was drawn back to the stage when he heard the beat to “COPYCAT” by Billie Eilish.

When the singing starts, Nadine came out. She was doing a devil themed dance today. She wore a blood red lingerie that showed more of her body. She wore black glittery pantyhose, red high heals and to top it, she had a blood red whip with her.

Shawn has his eyes glued to her, he couldn’t believe it. He was almost petrified. He saw her, the girl in his dreams.

The girl he’s been dreaming about for almost a year was there right in front of him. He watched her intently as she teased every single male and female in the room. Men were screaming her name and she just gave a devilish smirk. Men threw money at her, HUGE sums of it. She was so flexible dancing against the pole. Shawn could’ve sworn it just got hotter in here. He watched, mouth agape and eyes as bright as that of a kid who ha received candy. She looked so dirty dancing yet so beautiful. Her hair was disheveled and her ass was aching to be grabbed.

The music ended and she stood up before grabbing her money, thanking the crowd and disappearing backstage.

Shawn needed to see her, so he immediately ordered for a lap dance from her personally. He didn’t mind paying thousands he just wanted to see her.

Once he had placed his order he waited in a much private room with a pole hanging from the ceiling. He sat there on the comfortable couch. When he heard start he braces himself for what was about to come.

“Jump” by Julia Michaels was playing. She appeared from behind the curtains. This time she was in a silver colored lingerie with glitter sparkling all around her. Her pantyhose was transparent and her high shoes were as sparkly as her outfit.

She danced around the pole for a few seconds. Teasingly slow, she crawled approached him and was on her knees right in front of him. For a second, he thought she was gonna do the unimaginable but she stood up and straddled him. He went to grab at her hips but she teasingly smacked them away.

She slowly grinded on his crotch and he loved every feeling accompanying it.

She stood up, sitting on him, but this time her back facing him. He fought the urge to grab at her ass and grind her against himself. She was so slow that he would’ve cried. Time was running and he needed more of it.

“How much for the whole night?” He asks ready to pay any sum of money that she required. She could’ve said yes because she really needed money but she just laughed.

She continued to give him a pleasurable lap dance that could cause Shawn’s balls to burst.

When she felt the music approach its end she turned around to straddle him one last time. Shawn put his hand on her ass, this time she didn’t push them away. She lowered herself towards his ear.

“I’m a stripper not a hooker” he accent rang through his ears, Her angelic voice doing unspeakable things to his fucked up mind.

She stands up and walks back from where she came.

Shawn was surprised. He gave her a choice but she refused it. So if she wouldn’t come with him willingly he’d have to do it his way.

****

Nadine had just finished her shift, she removed her makeup, she wore much more comfier clothes. She walked out of the staff door of the club and into a dark alley. She hummed to “Torn” by Ava Max.

They alley was dark but she knew she was being followed. She turned around to see a tall figure behind her. She gasped inside her mind and turned around to walk faster but there was another man in front of her. She wanted to scream but it was too late. They poisoned her and she passed out.

****

She saw the bright lights penetrate the windows. She immediately stood up. She looked around the room. It was rather decent, an amazing decor to be honest. The bed was king sized and the walls were cream. She had just realized that this wasn’t a room that she was familiar with, this was too fancy to be her bedroom and too neat to be Miriam’s. She immediately started to look for a way out.

There was a balcony. So she ran towards it but it was locked. The window would’ve been a thought but it was a really really long way down. She gave up and sat on the bed. She heard the door click open. Her head immediately sparked towards it. A tall male figure walked in. He had brown curly locks.

She scoffed when she realized it was the man whom she gave a lap dance to.

“Really? Kidnapping?” She scoffed.

Nadine had a Mediterranean English accent. Besides her brother Karim, she was the only one in her family who could speak fluent English. Her family were this traditional Arabian family who wanted to marry her off to this rich man. But she decided to run away. She was later shunned by her family when they learnt she was a stripper, the only one who stayed close to her was Karim. He helped her get a place to stay in the city and that was with his very good friend Miriam who became her best friend.

“I had to have you someway babygirl” Shawn says.

“Which stupid idiot would kidnap a girl he met at the club?” She ranted in Arabic.

“I don’t understand anything you said but I know you called me an idiot” he said

She only glared at him.

“Let me go” she demanded.

“I can’t do that sweetheart” he says “What’s your name?”

“Alicia”. Technically she didn’t lie. People called her that. But only people who didn’t know her real name.

“I’m not stupid love. I know strippers don’t use their real names” Shawn said raising his eyebrows. She hissed at him.

“Nadine” she finally said.

“Well, Nadine. I saw you, I liked you and I wanted you” he admits.

“You. Want me?” She points at him then to herself.

“I want you Nadine. And I promise you would want me too.” He says almost cockily.

“What an arrogant fucking pussy.” She says.

“Okay. Rule number one, no Arabic.”

“How would you feel if I told you, you cannot speak English in your own country” she says.

He stood up ready to leave.

“We’re not gonna be here long honey” he says and leaves.

She had decided to take a shower and open his closet to see what he had in there. He had sweats and a shirt. So she wore that. She sat in his room. Bored. He had a refrigerator in there. So she stuffed her face with drinks and ice cream. He had a pantry with chips. His TV had Netflix so she wasn’t all too bored but she ended up sleeping off.

****

She woke up to the sun setting. The room was dark but she still managed to see the dress that was on the bed. It had a note

“Join me for dinner. Down the stairs, outside by the pool”

She wore the red dress with a slit by her thigh, and the black heels that came with it.

She attempted to open the door and it was opened. It was her first time seeing outside of the rooms that she was trapped in. The halls were chilly and she shivered a bit. The walls were fancy and elegant. But not as elegant as the stairs. She decently went down the stairs and she saw two opposite doors. One was leading to the pool and she could’ve sworn the other was the exit. She attempted to go through that one but her self conscience warned her not to. She opened the door to the poolside and saw the handsome man sitting at the dinner table awaiting her arrival. When she did, being the gentleman he was, he pulled her chair for her. She barely thanked him. “That dress looks good on you” he says when he was back to his seat.

Around them were two maids and two men who seemed to be his bodyguards. And another man who looked more...from around there.

“Let’s eat” he says. He started digging in the food.

She eventually gave in a started to eat.

“My family is gonna come looking for me” she says

“We both know they’re not” Shawn answers

She frowned.

“What a fucking prick. He is stalking me now?” She says in Arabic

“Careful with that mouth of yours” a man said.

She laughs.

“You can’t understand me so you brought someone who can?” She laughed some more.

“You are all assholes!!” She stood up to leave.

“SIT!” Shawn says authoritatively. She looked at him with a spiteful look.

“Sit down Nadine” he says again.

She folded her arms before sitting back on her chair.

“My brother’s a police officer. He’s gonna come looking for me” she rants

“No he’s not. He’s a salesperson in Alexandria” Shawn corrects her.

She furrows her eyebrows together.

“The only family you’ve got is Miriam. And I will permit you to speak to her.” Shawn says.

“She doesn’t speak English” Nadine pouts

“You can speak Arabic but rest assured that Mohamed here is listening to every word you’re saying” Shawn says.

“Fine” she agrees.

Shawn gave signal to one of the men standing there to give her her cellphone.

She failed her friend’s number and she picked up on the first ring.

“You bitch! Where are you!?” Miriam screams over the phone

“I’m fine. I’m just with a friend” she lied

“Who!?” Miriam asks

“I saw him at the club yesterday. And I’ve been with him since.”

“When are you coming back?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I want to just take a break you know? But I promise I’ll come back soon” she explains

“Are you sure you’re safe?” She asks

“Very.” She answered

“Okay. I’ll see you soon then” Miriam says

“Yes. Bye”

She hung up the phone and handed it back to whoever gave it to her.

The rest of the evening, she avoided any and every conversation with him. He kidnapped her, locked her up in his room and made her lie to her own best friend.

When she had finished eaten she excused herself from the table and was escorted back up into the room she was kept in. She removed the dress and threw it on the floor. She changed back into what she had worn. And sat down in front of the dressing mirror.

She heard the lock on the door and his tall figure enter the room.

He didn’t say a word. He took off his shirt, leaving him shirtless. His abs were toned and his v-line so visible.

She gawked at him through the mirror.

“Is this the part where you force yourself onto me?” She asks as calmly as possible.

He chuckled.

“I’m not gonna touch you until you want me to” he says.

“Am I supposed to feel flattered?” She asks.

“No. You’re a woman and you should feel respected” he says admiring her from the mirror. She stood up and walked to him. She stopped right in front of him and crossed her arms.

“Why did you choose me?” She asks

“You’re special to me” he tells her

“You don’t even know me.” She tells him.

“I know that you’re the youngest out of 5 kids. You’re closer to your immediate older brother Karim who was the only one to care for you after your family shunned you. I know that Even after what they did to you, you still care for them and send them money every single week just to care for their needs but they don’t want your money. I know that you hurt a lot but life has left you no choice” he says. She was surprised at what he said but slightly offended.

“You have no right to dig into my private life” she snaps at him.

“I’m sorry-“

“Sorry that I had to be the disgrace of the family? What do you even want from me? A companion? A sex slave?”

“Love! I want love!” She speaks.

“From a stripper?” She mocks.

“Why do you think so low of yourself?” He asks

“When people think that, you begin to” was all she said.

She laid down on her side of the bed which she already claimed for herself.

****

It was morning and she looked over to the other side of the bed. Shawn wasn’t there. But she heard the shower and the water against the floor. She waited for him to come out.

“You’re a heavy sleeper. You know that right?” He smirks making her shrug.

“We’re catching the flight to Milan in an hour.” He says as casually as possible.

“Milan?! I don’t even have clothes apart from your crappy ones.” She says

“Once we get there we’ll go shopping. Anything you want” he says putting on his suit.

She scoffed.

“You can let me go and I won’t tell anyone about anything” she says trying to gain her freedom

“I can’t do that sweetheart.” He says.

Nadine pouted.

“What about my jobs? Do you realize that I’m letting go of my salaries by going with you” she tried to make him see. But he got all that covered

“I’ll pay you any sum of money whenever you need it” he says.

“You’re joking” she says

“I’m a humorous person but I wouldn’t joke about that” he had finished dressing up and was about to leave when she grabbed his hand.

“I don’t even know your name” she says

“Shawn. Just call me Shawn”

#shawn mendes #shawn x reader

[arielwinter-daily]

Ariel Winter on Mental Health, Trolls and Life After "Modern Family"

The changing seasons are always tumultuous, with storms washing away the stains of months past and nature struggling to shed or regrow. This spring has been particularly uncertain, to say the least. But in early March, when actor Ariel Winter showed up in Manhattan, it seemed spring had come early, and it wasn’t just the warm temperatures and premature blooms that indicated the shift.

On April 8, Modern Family will air its final episode, closing an 11-year chapter in Ariel’s life. The 22-year-old has played Alex Dunphy on the Emmy-winning show for exactly half of her life. With more than ten million viewers per episode, Ariel is very recognizable as Alex; she is someone viewers think they know. She has a dry sense of humor and a quick wit; she speaks fast and delivers punchlines with ease. In those ways, she’s like the character she plays on TV. But that’s where the comparison stops.

Ariel seems cognizant of the balance between performing, what people think Ariel Winter is like, and actually being Ariel Winter: She’s a smart, kind, and strong young woman who’s developed a thick skin over the years — but she’s not untouchable.

Some celebrities maintain a quiet, different-than-you air, even when you’re standing right next to them. But Ariel isn’t like that; she speaks easily and honestly and looks you in the eye. On a gray day in New York, stylists and makeup artists flurry around her, primping and preening her for a photo shoot. Ariel jokes with all of them, remaining flexible, working with the team to find outfits she likes. In front of the camera she moves with the confidence of someone who’s done this many times before. There’s no pretension to her.

Ariel is now emerging from the security of her long-running show as an adult, tasked with making her way in the world as a young woman. She’s still figuring out what that will look like.

“Life is not predictable,” Ariel tells Teen Vogue, sitting on a couch with her leg tucked under her newly red hair flowing over her shoulders. “That’s why it’s unknown and it’s scary. So I try to go with the flow as much as possible.” She’s just finished one photo shoot, and is pausing to chat before she rushes to another. “I do not like lack of control,” she adds. “I don’t like that. So that’s definitely been hard for me.”

But just because Ariel doesn’t know what the future holds doesn’t mean she doesn’t know who she is.

Born Ariel Winter Workman, she grew up in Hollywood. Ariel first hit the scene at age five, in a Cool Whip commercial. After various smaller roles, she landed the part of Alex Dunphy on Modern Family, in 2009, when she was just 11, playing the nerdy middle child in a quirky but close family, often acting as the grounding presence in a head-in-the-clouds bunch. In real life, Ariel’s family life wasn’t quite as picturesque. She moved in with her sister, Shanelle Gray, when she was 14, and was legally emancipated from her mother — who she’s spoken about in the past — a year later.

Ariel has said that her sister has been an overwhelmingly positive force in her life. In fact, it was Ariel’s sister who first recommended she go to therapy, something Ariel says has changed the game for her.

“I go to therapy every week and I’ve been doing it for eight years. It is fantastic,” she says. “For me, therapy is so important. I never want to quit therapy. I feel like people are never ‘cured’ [with] therapy. It’s not a ‘cured’ thing, because you’re not going in sick. You’re just going in.”

For Ariel, therapy is about putting in the work to better yourself, which she says everyone should try to do. “What’s negative and wrong and embarrassing about bettering your life?” she asks. “Isn’t that what everyone wants — to be better and feel healthier and be happier?”

Ariel’s journey to being happier has been bumpy. She started taking antidepressants a while ago, but she struggled to find the right drug and dosage. She isn’t alone: One study posited that the rate of effectiveness for antidepressants was lower than previously thought, possibly because people stop taking them when they experience adverse side effects.

“The only negative about [mental health medication] is the process to finding the right one,” she says. “Some of them have really negative side effects, and it can be really disheartening to take something that’s supposed to make you feel better but it makes you feel ten times worse.’”

Eventually, Ariel found that a low dose of three different medications was the key — they help her feel happy and stave off depression. As a result of switching medications, she also happened to lose 30 pounds. Ariel says the public homed in on her weight loss, both shaming and praising her for it. Many, she says, even suggested she switched her medication to try to lose weight.

“A lot of people commented on my post like, ‘No, she changed her antidepressant because she wanted to lose weight,’” Ariel says. “No! I thought every medication I was on, I was going to stay at that weight, and that was fine. It had nothing to do with that.”

Aside from people conjecturing about her mental health, medication, and weight, Ariel says she sees something on social media that is perhaps even more concerning: “I get so many DMs [asking] ‘What medication are you on? I want to lose weight; I want that medication.’ What I would really like for people to understand is, every medication affects everyone differently. We’re all made differently. Everything is different.”

Of course, any questions about Ariel’s weight loss because of antidepressants is missing the bigger point of a young woman taking steps to improve her mental health.

But Ariel is used to people missing the point because of how she looks.

If you Google “Ariel Winter” right now, you’ll almost exclusively see headlines about her body: her low-cut top, her thong dress, her “baring” all. You might see articles about her weight, about her “clapping back” at body shamers, about her friend and costar Sarah Hyland defending her from trolls. The theme is clear.

The headlines about Ariel’s body often overshadow her accomplishments. For example, the headline about her thong dress could have been about her celebrating the Emmy-winning show she just wrapped; a headline about her “showing skin” in a costume should have been about her 22nd birthday. And it’s not just headlines. On Instagram, Ariel gets comment after comment about her body, and it hurts.

“People on the internet really suck. It bothered me for so many years — I mean, it still does. It never goes away. When someone calls you a ‘fat slut,’ you’re not feeling happy about it. It doesn’t matter what you look like now, it doesn’t matter what you looked like then,” Ariel says. “You’re still going to read that and be like, ‘Oh, that sucks.’”

Ariel has been known to defend herself against detractors, but it’s something she’s doing less of these days. Many take her confident responses to trolls to mean the negativity is not affecting her, but the truth is, Ariel says, that she’s put in a lot of work to make the negative comments matter less.

“I feel like that [pain] never goes away. People are like, ‘How do you get that to go away? It doesn’t bother you at all anymore.’ Again, that’s missing the point. What I’ve said is, I’ve learned to deal with it more,” Ariel explains. “It’s a journey of being confident enough to look at that and evaluate my opinion of myself, which I’m not fully at yet. I’m still working there.”

When she started receiving nasty comments, Ariel said it was all-consuming. She’d fire back nasty comments to her nasty commenters, but that didn’t help.

“That doesn’t feel good,” she says. “I don’t like to hurt people. It doesn’t bring me joy. And at the same time, when I’m writing that negative comment back to them, I’m not being like, ‘Yeah! I defended myself!’ and, like, laughing and feeling good. I’m writing it back, and I’m sad that they wrote me that, and then I’m sad I wrote that back and started this whole thing.”

Now Ariel tries to remember that the only opinion that really matters is her own, taking the power away from her detractors. While years of therapy have no doubt helped Ariel give less credence to negative comments, she remembers one specific Instagram comment that helped shift her focus.

“I had someone comment on one of my pictures, and it really bugged me. They said, ‘So many people on your photos, it really is divided. So many people show so much love and support, and you spend so much time on the negative comments and ignore all the positive ones.’ It really sucked to read that because that’s true,” Ariel says. “You overlook the positive comments, because as soon as you see the positive ones it’s like, ‘Okay, great, but these people don’t agree.’ But why do those people’s [negative] comments matter more than those [positive] comments?”

Still, wouldn’t it be nice if we all noticed Ariel for who she is and what she does, and not what she looks like?

“I’d love for people to see the things I do, not really what I look like, because that’s mainly what’s talked about.”

Ariel says she’d like recognition for her actions, not her looks, but she also says she doesn’t need the world to know everything about her. Like a lot of celebrities, she’d prefer a bit of anonymity in her daily life. She posts sparingly on social media, compared with other young stars, and the bits she does share don’t tell us too much about who she is or what she’s doing. It’s not that she’s holding back or hiding things; it’s just that Ariel is busier actually living life than documenting it.

“I would like for [people] to, of course, see the real me. But … I know that’s not really feasible,” she admits. “It’s rough sometimes, people being like, ‘I don’t know anything about her at all.’ That might be because I don’t put it out there as much.”

“Some people, on social media, they love to share everything, and they know how to share everything, and they’re comfortable sharing everything,” Ariel observes. “I know who I am, and the people around me know who I am; but expressing that to somebody else and having to prove to somebody and be like, ‘I need you to see me this way,’ is not something I do very well.”

The other part of it, Ariel says, is that she’s just like anyone else. She likes sitting on her couch, ordering takeout, watching TV, and hanging with her four dogs: Casper, Chloe, Cash, and Cleo. She likes her dogs so much that on the emotional last day of filming Modern Family, to cope, she went on an online shopping spree and ordered a phone case with the dogs’ faces on the back.

“I was sitting in my trailer, and I might have gone [online] and personalized a bunch of things and sent them to my house, and this was one of them,” she says slyly, holding up the plastic case featuring the fluffy faces.

Dogs are a huge part of Ariel’s life. Her ultimate goal, she says, is to open a shelter for senior dogs and dogs that have been sheltered for more than a year. A pit bull lover, Ariel is part of many animal rescue Facebook groups, and seeing those tiny faces behind bars tears her up. She’ll post on social media to help a dog, but much of her work to help dogs, and others, goes unseen on purpose.

“People may not see the things I do that matter to me,” she says. “That’s okay, because the people I do them for, it matters to them and they know.”

Ariel will stick to firm ground as she blossoms into her next phase of life. She’s hoping to help more dogs, continue to do good by others, still planning to work hard, and trying to get comfortable with the untold path her new season holds. Beyond that, she doesn’t really have a plan — no benchmarks to reach by a certain age because, she says, “I feel like nothing works that way.” But that’s okay.

“This is new territory for me,” Ariel says. “I was doing something very specific for so long. Now I have to reset my mind and retrain myself to be in that place of, ‘All right, I am ready to look for the next thing.’ I am ready to work,” she continues. “I am ready to do everything I can. I am ready to be in the right mindset to go in there again and be able to face the rejection that will come, and be able to move past that and go to the next audition and be ready for it. And be ready for things in my personal life. Just living.”

It’s not that she has no plans. Right now Ariel is working on filming a video game, an experience she says is totally new to her. As for the bigger picture?

“I want to stay the same person I am,” she says. “It’s way more rewarding at the end of the day. I want to stay the person I am, work hard, and see what happens.”

Source: Teen Vogue

#ariel winter #article #interview #teen vogue

[ariadenassau]

AMERICANA TASK 001

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE (OOC)

name: Ariadne Marie de Nassau 

meaning of name: Ariadne is a Greek name, meaning “chaste” or “most holy”. Marie is a French version of Mary, and the meaning is debated, but can mean “sea of sorrow” or “rebellion”. Her last name, de Nassau, is literally “of Nassau” — she is a part of the House of Nassau. 

aliases: Aria is her nickname from childhood and her preferred name. 

place of birth: Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston, Massachusetts. 

race: Caucasian 

nationality: Dual citizenship with France and the United States. 

gender: Cis-female

sexuality: Mostly heterosexual

profession: A freelance journalist

eye color: Dark brown

hair style/color: Straight, chestnut brown hair to her shoulders, usually partly braided or in a plait.

height: 5’4” (164 cm)

clothing style: Simple, tailored, and clean-cut, Aria dresses in neutrals and soft materials. She's partial to creamy ivories and tans as opposed to bright colors, with the occasional baby pinks. The only jewelry she wears is a simple gold pendant and a sapphire ring, her birthstone.

best physical feature: Her eyes — both soft and piercing at the same time, the eyes are truly the window to Aria’s soul. 

appearance: Very soft and muted, yet luxurious. Aria is from wealth, which shows, but she never flaunts it. She doesn’t wear much makeup and avoids showing too much skin. She looks professional and pretty, but not someone you’d turn around and look at twice in New York. 

weight: 110 lbs (50 kg) 

complexion: Fair during the winter, slightly tanner during the summer, as Aria darkens easily under the sun. 

build: Slight and petite, she is quite skinny and small, without very many curves. 

voice: Gentle, she rarely speaks over a shout. She doesn’t like to yell and upturns the ends of her sentences, as if she’s always a bit unsure of herself. She has a slight British/European accent from her upbringing abroad. 

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE (OOC)

fears: Spiders, roller-coasters, and disappointing her parents — although she is working on that last one, 

guilty pleasure: The Bachelor. Aria will never admit to watching them, as she finds the entire idea trashy and degrading, but somehow, she turns it on every week when its airing with popcorn and a glass of wine. 

biggest pet peeve: People who chew on their food loudly (bad table manners in general, really.) 

ambition for the future: To find out who was behind Abby’s killing and write an entire expose on it. 

one bad habit: Popping her pimples and skin blemishes.

one good habit: Washing the dishes immediately after she uses them.

one habit they can’t break: Her daily iced coffee (or two) from Starbucks.

one they’ve broken: Chewing on her nails. 

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS (OOC)

first thoughts waking up: “I need coffee.” 

what they think about the most: Deep-set anxieties about her future and identity as an individual person. 

what they think about before bed: All the errands and things she needs to accomplish tomorrow. 

what they think their best quality is: Intelligence and writing ability. 

what they think would completely break them: Finding love, and then losing it. 

what they think was the best thing in their life: Discovering that she had a long-lost sister, and getting to reconnect with her. 

what they think was the worst thing in their life: Losing that long-lost sister. 

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with them: Her childhood piano teacher smacking her fingers when she’d play the wrong notes. 

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? (OOC)

single or group dates: Neither — Aria hates dates. 

to be loved or respected: Respected.

beauty or brains: Brains. 

dogs or cats: Dogs. 

coffee or tea: Coffee. 

showering in the day or night: Showering at night. 

taking baths or taking showers: Taking showers. 

tv or movies: Movies. 

writing or reading: Writing. 

platonic or romantic love: Platonic.

iced tea or lemonade: Iced tea. 

ice cream or smoothies: Smoothies. 

cupcakes or cake: Cupcakes. 

beach or mountains: Mountains. 

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU? (IC) 

lie: “Yes — it’s a way to get information that I want out of people. But I never lie to hurt anyone.” 

believe in yourself: “I hope that I do. I think that I do. Maybe not.” 

believe in love: “I think love is out there, but I don’t know how to find it or if it even exists for me.” 

want someone: “Maybe.”  

work so that you can support your hobbies or use your hobbies as a way of filling up the time you aren’t working: “Well — neither. Writing is both my work and my hobby. So I guess I lucked out.” 

have something you’re reluctant to tell people: “My ‘royal’ status. It doesn’t mean anything.”  

have an opinion about sex: “It’s something lovely that can make two people’s bonds stronger, but...  I don’t know. I don’t think I have a strong opinion either way.” 

have many friends: “I have many acquaintances from work and school, but close friends? Probably not.” 

have as many friends as you want: “Yes. I’m a bit of a loner, you see.” 

have something to make a scene in public about: “God, I hope not.” 

have something to give your life for: “A hundred percent — my career, my writing, and figuring out what the hell happened to Abby.” 

have major flaws: “I… get too attached to people. It goes along with having such little close friends. The friends I do have, I keep very close to my heart, which means when I lose them… well, my world falls apart.” 

have something you pretend or try to care about: “Um — politics?” 

have an image you project: “I think I try to come off as more self-confident than I am. I’m also very polite to most people, even if I don’t particularly think the person is deserving of it.” 

have something you’re afraid of: “Isn’t everyone afraid of something?” 

think you’re polite or rude: “Definitely polite.” 

LAYER SIX: FAVORITES (IC) 

favorite color: “Hm. I love baby pink, but I also love cream and ivory as well.” 

favorite animal: “Polar bears. They’re so majestic!” 

favorite movie: “Lost in Translation. It was such a beautifully shot movie!” 

favorite game: “I don’t play very many games.” 

sound: “Oh! — the sound of sunny winter mornings back when I was in school in Gstaad. You can hear it when you open a window; the chilly breeze, the sound of snow underneath people’s feet… I miss it.” 

song: “It changes, really, but I can always listen to anything by Frank Sinatra.” 

band: “Is it cliche if I say The Beatles?” 

outfit: “Well, it certainly depends on the season, but for the fall and winter, I love my tan crepe pants, an ivory cashmere turtleneck, and my Acne leather boots.” 

place: “Switzerland. I spent most of my years there, and the landscapes are so beautiful.” 

memory: “I think the first time I met Abby — I was so nervous, and I just saw her, and we talked for hours in her room afterwards. Her parents made hot cocoa, and we just sat there, laughing, crying… it was so wonderful, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” 

person: “Abby. Or my mentor back at Harvard. She was the one who helped me curate my writing to what it is now.” 

show: “I don’t watch much television.” 

LAYER SEVEN: AGE (OOC/IC) 

age: 29

date of birth: September 2nd, 1990

day your next birthday will be: Thursday.

zodiac sign: Virgo.

age you lost your virginity: 18.

does age matter: “Age certainly matters if you’re younger, but once you pass twenty-five or so… who am I to judge?” 

LAYER EIGHT: PERSONALITY (OOC) 

moral alignment: Neutral Good. 

enneagram: 4 - The Individualist

four temperaments: Melancholic

tropes: the soiled dove, the lost soul, the contrite, the taciturn

archetypes: The Sage/Innocent 

tarot cards: Temperance

compassion: yes. 

empathy: yes.

creativity: yes.

mental flexibility: at times, no.

passion: yes, for the right things. 

stamina: yes. 

physical strength: not much. 

battle skill: not at all. 

agility: a bit. 

strategy: she’s always planning for her next move, so yes. 

teamwork: yes, but she needs to be the leader. 

strength: so much emotional strength. 

intelligence: yes. 

wisdom: partly, but still trying to find it. 

dexterity: none; Aria has a rare muscular dystrophy that degraded the muscles in her hands and fingers. 

constitution: a hundred percent. 

charisma: only on certain occasions; otherwise, Aria is quite aloof. 

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE (IC) 

i love: “... good food. Can you blame me?” 

i feel: “... lost.” 

i hide: “... my feelings, my emotions, my thoughts.” 

i miss: “... Abby.” 

i wish: “... that I could know where life is taking me.” 

i hate: “... people who think they can take advantage of my kindness.” 

LAYER TEN: FAMILY (IC) 

relationships: “I had a boyfriend. It’s awkward to talk about really, but he dumped me. Quite an awkward situation.” 

parents: “My father is Prince Jean Louis, sixteenth in line for the throne in Luxembourg. My mother is Princess Charlotte Julie, formerly Charlotte Julie Vanderbilt.” 

siblings: “Just Abby, who was fathered by my father and another woman. She was given up for adoption when she was a baby, which is why I never met her until I grew up.” 

children: “No — although, maybe in the future.” 

favorite childhood memory: “Oh — my childhood wasn’t that fun. But I guess, early on, my parents did take me out on trips on the boat in lakes in the South of France. Those were always nice.” 

favorite childhood toy: “My stuffed bunny Juliette. I still have her.” 

embarrassing story: “I fell asleep once in a bowl of yogurt in class. I was so tired staying up studying for an exam, that during it, I was eating my breakfast, and just… fell asleep.” 

favorite family member: “Abby. I’m not very close to my parents, or anyone from my family, really.” 

#americanatask001 #( there are things no one knows but she keeps them close to her heart | about. )

[thebleuroseproject]

Ludus: Monster Prom AU PROFILE

TRIGGER WARNINGS: PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL/MENTAL ABUSE, implied pedophilia , EATING DISORDERS, PTSD, CHILD LABOUR, ALCOHOLISM, Death mention. Also genital piercing.

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Name: Ludus.

Nicknames: ….so many but none stuck.

Sex: AMAB

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: They/Them He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Marsic - but money is money

Age: 23 (Lifespan 90-150 years)

Birthday: 27th July (Cancer)

Species: Demon (Lust aligned)

Class/Status/Profession: Working Class | Sex Worker

STATS

Smarts: 8

Boldness: 9

Creativity: 6

Charm: 5

Fun: 10

Money: 3

Physical Description

Height: 6’ 5”  | Weight: 10.5 stone

The first thing you might notice about Ludus is his pupiless green eyes, often accompanied by a sharp toothed smirk. He’s hard to miss in a crowd, as his whole body is often adorned with jewelry and provocative clothing that goes well with his deeply purple skin. As is common of demons, he also owns horns. They are a slightly deeper purple than his skin, small and neatly pointed they curve around his skull elegantly, ending just a few inches in front of his forehead and sitting just above his browline like a sort of natural crown. His lips are naturally purple, but Ludus is rarely seen without black lipstick.

Ludus is a tall, unhealthily skinny beanpole full of nothing but cutting remarks and more snark. He doesn’t eat much and it shows with his ribs being visible beneath the skin. It’s clear they still try to eat though as he still has a lean, muscular build and strong legs that end in filigree set hooves.They have no tattoos as they don’t go with all their clothes but piercings are a different story, Ludus has many (see trivia for the full list) from tip to their neatly pointed tail and he takes them out or puts them in to match with whatever he’s wearing at the time.

His thick black hair is shaved into a mohawk and grown from there, often braided and intertwined with jewelry and dip dyed in the bright colour of their choosing. Like every part of Ludus’ body, it is cared for meticulously with an efficient routine. Only the best to look the best, he doesn’t care where it came from. If you need to kill a puppy for good skin cream, then to the dog house Ludus shall go. 

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OUTFITS

Normal: TBA Alternate: TBA Auditorium: TBA Prom: TBA 

Fuckin HOT: TBA  That October Holiday: TBA The Gift Update: TBA

{Art by Kerry}

Personality

Strengths

Quick learner, and follows directions well.

Can be surprisingly caring if he sees someone that's tired or in trouble. 

For the most part, Ludus is VERY bold with barely any shame or concern for his well being (but don’t punch the face).

Enthusiastic and always down to party.

Flexible and open minded ;)

Excellent fashion sense.

Diligent, when it comes to his work and skin routine.

For the most part, reliable.

Weaknesses

Being a bit of a shy tsundere when it comes to people they like.. Ludus will help someone (eg, carry them to bed if they fall asleep somewhere) but not admit to actually doing so.

He is insecure about himself and an example of this is his flirting, that could be taken either platonic or sexual. He’s bold, but he doesn’t think he’s worthy of love.

Runs his mouth at the wrong time - you’d think he’d learn after getting hit at the bar/brothel every time he did so - but he didn’t. He sees it as part of his ‘charm’.

They have a tendency to stagnate and just accept abusive relationships as their lot.

Impulsive - they earn money fast and spend it just as quickly.

Critical of others. 

Not a leader. Despite loving parties, he’s not the type to plan them. He brings his ass and the wine.

Absolute lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but manages it quite well due to the actual AMOUNT he drinks casually.

Skills

Self taught makeup artist

Knows first aid.

Dances wonderfully

Can use a knife as a weapon - their fighting almost looks like dancing.

Can tie all sorts of knots.

Has the ability to give almost anyone a makeover.

Good bartender, excellent mixologist.

Education At Spooky High

Spooky High is the only education he’s ever had - but he knew basic maths and reading before that. His ‘Smarts’ mostly revolves around people watching and gathering information by loose lips, although he now spends time devouring as much information as he can about fashion and sewing….when he’s not working or partying.

-Textiles

-Dance

-Gym

-Spells (Knows a few spells from the bar - mostly offensive but some practical )

Likes/Dislikes

Likes:

Alcohol. Ludus is a fan of STRONG fruity, sweet drinks. You’d NEVER catch them with a beer. Their casual drink is a GOOD red wine though (they’re a bit of a wine snob).

Jasmine perfume.

Dislikes:

They DESPISE people that don’t do anything for themselves, as they remind him of himself in the past and the quality now repulses him. It’s also unhealthy but that's why he hates it.

Transphobes, People who believe in the gender binary, racists, homophobes ect.

Childhood/Backstory

Ludus was abandoned as a child in a bar, which was unfortunately owned as a slave/brothel trade front. Identified quickly as a lust demon by the owners, he was raised and then exploited for eighteen years. As a result, Ludus got used to being used as a toy and seen as an asset rather than a person - and that's the way they thought things would be forever. The things he was allowed to read and have were closely modified, but he was adorned with jewels and clothes by the hundreds all from appreciative “sugar” clients.

He didn’t know a life outside of that brothel and didn’t need to, he was good at his job and RELISHED it, why would he ever leave? Here they were lavished with gifts and given free lessons in dance that they got paid to show off! Sure, he was beaten occasionally, isolated outside of clients, and had to do things he didn’t want to do sometimes - but wasn’t that just life?

Unbeknownst to Ludus, the bar was paying Vera to not take their establishment for a strategic base and new income spot.

One day, she just didn’t feel like waiting for the payment.

All the employees were either killed or repurposed under Vera, but when Vera found Ludus she grimaced and told him to leave and find elsewhere to stay (her way of being kind).

When Ludus asked where, as this was all they’d known, Vera and her snakes rolled their eyes.

“I don’t know and don’t care. Maybe Spooky High. Find somewhere.”

Vera didn’t have time to care for lost lambs, but was disgusted at the business practices at the brothel and slave trade. She shut it down and repurposed it as a good ol’ drug lab.

So Ludus set out for Spooky High with a suitcase (Vera had taken some of his more expensive belongings as a ‘fee’) and on the way,  encountered the furry clan in the woods. Having no other place to stay, and this potentially being a good source of income - Ludus decided to stay with them while he studied at Spooky High. It was here he discovered the words for their sexuality and gender - as well as the fact that he was NOT a furry in ANY way.

Through Spooky High and the furries, (read: the shocked reactions about Ludus telling people about their childhood) Ludus discovered that what was done to him was wrong and slowly sank into a crisis - reading everything he could about his species, parenting skills and basically how he SHOULD have been treated. 

Ludus is miserable and how well they cope varies from day to day, not that anyone would be able to tell. He is a ‘mean girl’ in public, drinks wine like it’s water and only sits with others for lunchtime entertainment. There is a desire to make friends, but he really doesn’t know how and often comes off more cruel than he means to. Parties he understands though. Parties are their language.

For now, Ludus has decided to try and reclaim his love of being a sex worker for himself. He may seek other careers in the future if any take their fancy, but they’re scared of leaving the world they know. 

This previous airhead is now painfully wary of people, a lot wiser and unfortunately colder than they used to be - but the show must go on.

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AU where Ludus is staying at The Court and working from there. See:

Court Watching

Morality 

Chaotic Neutral/Neutral Evil

Relationships

Amira goes in ‘they’re cool’ and Brian/Oz/Vicky go in ehhhh. Kale also goes in ehhhh.

Original Characters

Cornall: Precious youth. Will protect if need be but we all gotta learn the tough way sometimes.

Goals

To start living their life for them.

Finding other things to enjoy

Learn to interact and bond with people outside of a sex work setting.

Other | Trivia

CANON VOICE: Toddrick Hall. Singing and Speaking. (was Alaska Thunderfuck)

Character influences: Mollymauk Tealeaf, Angel Dust, Irene Adler

Physical Afflictions:  

Mental Illnesses: Body dysmorphia, PTSD

COMPLETE LIST OF PIERCINGS: 

Ears, both sides: Earlobe x4, Helix x4, Industrial, Tragus

Nose: Nose piercing, stud on each side. High Nostril, stud on each side, Septum.

Face: Eyebrow Piercing, one on both sides. (he wears left the most.)

Lips: Snakebites, Medusa

Tongue: NONE - he has so many things in his mouth going in and out it’s dangerous.

Genital: - He has shapeshifting genitals - but occasionally he will have a frenum ladder and/or a venus piercing.

Tail: Eight, four on each side. Often studs, sometimes rings.

Other: Nipple (both), Hip, Collarbone, Naval.

OnlyFANGS: Lewdicrous - Ludus is an avid poster, and fiercely competitive when it comes to OnlyFangs

He’s attracted to power, puppet masters but he knows they’re bad for him. Actual kindness is what he wants, to be someone's pet yet valued for who he is as an individual.

Intimidates others for power - Think IRENE ADLER

But they’re mainly a sub and have to know they want something first, which is rare because he still doesn’t know what he wants.

He developed blackmail as a way to keep himself safe in the bar because no one else was gonna do it for him and it’s not like he could work anywhere else (well, that’s he was trained to believe).

His phone is black but usually has a bright pink bedazzled phone case with a pop socket. He adores it.

Rarely shouts

Has a similar shape shifting genitals to Damien, but more configurations (it’s a Lust Demon thing).

Can sing, and plays guitar in private (prefers acoustic - gentle vibes). Probably interested in learning piano.

Q/A | Response To Prompt Collection

What games is your OC into?

Ludus has never had a console, but he loves phone games. Very into candy crush. Perhaps even farmville.

Does your OC believe in true love/ the one, or just the idea you can be happy with someone?

I don't think Ludus even thinks he can be happy with someone yet

#LudusMP #Character Profile #monster prom #oc #original character

[peaches-of-1]

Theatre Girl: Prologue 1

Theatre Boy: Prologue 1

Theatre They: Prologue 1

So those ^ are basically the same stories. Only things changed are pronouns and maybe descriptions here and there. I’ve been trying to keep most of my reactions gender neutral and have been wanting to do gender specific pieces for a while. I think I finally have the motivation and gumption to put the work in to make my blog more accessible for all genders.

Anyways, here goes!

Today was your second week of shows, and everyone was excited about the “special guests” Director Edith told you all about. You had been doing plays and musicals here for a while now, so you were pretty sure it was a backer or some other financial person you’d have to schmooze with after the show.

You went straight from the cafeteria to the auditorium with some of the others who were in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” with you. Luckily enough for you, your part was as Puck with a comfortable amount of lines.

At least you guys were able to get a slightly more modern version of it. That is, fairies spoke the old text while everyone else spoke normally. Putting on your stage makeup was your favorite part. You liked to take your time with it, so you always showed up about 30 minutes before call since time moved really fast after a while. Your face would be turned beautiful within the span of two hours. A little goofy since you were the Jester of the play, but you loved it.

That’s what drew you to theatre in the first place. How extreme yet simple everything was. It helped your confidence and you had found a second family of sorts. Your theatre teacher in high school warned you about not majoring it unless it was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. You weren’t sure, so you decided to minor in it instead.

Not only were you allowed to overdo it a bit on the highlighter, but actual glitter was placed on your cheeks since the rhinestones kept falling off. You couldn’t keep your hands away from your face, either. So emerald glitter stuck to waterproof hairspray it was!

You got this part in due in part to your bouncy attitude, and although you weren’t a gymnastics hero, you were reasonably flexible and could do a few mid-air splits and Oberon was the most muscular hunk of human and former cheerleader. He had no problem lifting you up.

You two even tried to incorporate more spectacle into your interactions which Director Edith liked. Yellow lipstick made your lips pop and wasn’t distracting thanks to the yellow, blue, and pink flowers on your costume. Your finger nails were pink too, not baby pink.

As for your costume, your outfit was a black and blue corset with a collar connected to it since they didn’t want your boobs to accidentally slide out during a lift or something. Lots of leaves and flowers tucked into your ribbon leggings and no shoes. Though, they always had a pair of lace-up flats in case you wanted them.

That meant you had to paint your toe nails too. They were the same pink as your fingers. The costumer put on your horns after making your shoulders and part of your arms blue and yellow in a sort of ombre way. To say the least, showers took a long time after the show. It was mostly upper arm and right before your hands.

Then you sat and waited for warm ups, singing along to the assortment of music that played from the speakers. One of the leading ladies, the one playing Helena, came up with a list of music we’d all enjoy and gave it to the sound guy. Being the weirdo you were, you chose 3/5 of your songs to be k-pop. Bunch of hype songs. Someone else chose German Reggae, though, so you weren’t the only weird one.

Azar, who played Cobweb, was running late and he played multiple characters, so that wasn’t great. Yoongi Oberon nudged you since you were staring off into space again. It had become a thing in the cast to call everyone by their first name and their character’s name.

“You know you could at least be stretching, Puck (Y/N)*.” He gave you his gummy smile and booped your nose. “The more you do, the better things will go and the less you’ll sprain.”

You shook your head, “Oh, yeah. I meant to, but I kinda sorta forgot why I was walking over here. What was that video we followed last week? I wanna do that again.”

He got his phone and started searching, “That was one of our best shows, wasn’t it? Here it is.”

After following the 3 minute video, it was time for everyone to get on stage. The music stopped and a figure caught your eye. You didn’t think much about it until your Stage Manager and local pyro Seulgi introduced him as the head of some super important theatre league.

“This is the man who keeps things running in this whole section of the country. So he’s super important, and it’s our job to give him a good show.” She turned and presented him. “Everyone say hi to Kim Namjoon!”

The cast clapped, cheered and waved. He smiled a smile that captivated you and almost made your forget to breathe. Not something you could afford to waste in a corset. Those dimples were so nice.

Namjoon waved back, “You can all call me Mr. Kim. I’m the newest and youngest person to hold this position. My job is to make sure all the people are doing their jobs right by making theatre an inviting and exciting place for the community.” His coffee colored eyes scanned everyone.

They seemed to linger on you, but that was probably a figment of your imagination or he really liked your costume. It was a great costume.

“As far as I can see, they are. The costumes look great. The set looks great. I can’t wait to see them in action and talk to you after the show. Fighting!”

Everyone clapped. Seulgi started talking again, “Thank you, Mr. Kim. Alright, you guys, time to become spiderman!” She leaned to one side and the stretching began. You ended with a shakedown and a cheer.

You stood alone in the spotlight, center stage. All the other actors were off into the wings waiting for you to say the final line, probably mouthing it with you. These had to be the most difficult lines you had to learn, but you were so glad to finally get to this point.

Mr. Kim was near the middle. You knew because of the reserved sign that had been placed there today. You were eager to see his face again.

“...And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else the Puck a liar call. So good night unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.” You winked, threw some more glitter and music played.

A silvery green path led you offstage. Once you were off, it was a blackout and the jaunty tune ended. Everyone started clapping. Music started again and everyone took their bows. Hoseok Lysander, finally got to joke around a bit as he spun his Zendaya Hermia into a dip and kiss her cheek. Jimin Demetrius laughed as his Helena did the same to him.

Then everyone held hands and did their final bows, motion to the audience since there was no one in the pit and then to the sound booth. Then off to the meet and greet. Because this show brought in a lot of kids, you were able to keep your costumes on.

After the meet and greet, the cast got undressed and sat in the front rows of the audience while Mr. Kim stood on stage. He asked questions about our experience from set building to stage. A lot of the first-timers were nervous to speak, but you had done this enough times to be chill about it.

He directed quite a few questions directly to you since you were sort of a lead in the show for once. “What was the most difficult aspect for you?”

“Well, the lifts for one, but I had Yoongi here to catch me if I fell.” You pat his thigh.

Yoongi joked, “If not catch, then fall with you.” making everyone giggle.

“Now, this is a question that I like to ask and you can go into detail if you want. It’s completely fine if you don’t want to. Were there any show romances?”

Everyone looked at each other. There actually weren’t any. Zendaya spoke up, “Well, no, but I’m sure everyone in the cast wants to get with Jimin.”

...She wasn’t wrong and so everyone giggled. Jimin blushed and hid his face in Hoseok’s shoulder. Jimin wasn’t a flirt, but he was just too darn cute. He liked holding hands and was a very touchy person. It was your first time working with him and he was top 5.

“Any questions for me?” Mr. Kim asked.

Hobi giggled and raised his hand, “I’m sure the girls wanna know if you’re gay or not.”

Claire added, “Also, how old are you? Cuz, like you look really young and really attractive.” She had no filter.

Mr. Kim blushed and bit his lip, looking down for a moment, “I’m attracted to someone’s heart, not their body or what’s in their pants. I’m 23, and before you ask, I am single.”

“Is that an offer?” she flirted, raising an eyebrow and leaning in.

“Maybe, but not to you.” He made eye contact with you and winked.

Your eyes got wide and you started blushing, trying not to laugh. No one flirted with you. What the heck?

He laughed. It was a joke. “Anyways, I very much enjoyed the show, but I won’t keep you here any longer.”

Then he sent everyone home to gt some rest before tomorrow’s show. Well, everyone was going out to eat and probably party seeing it was a Friday night. You, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Zendaya were going to get some Panda Express and some drinks. You grabbed your bag when Mr. Kim approached you.

He put his hand on your upper back, “Miss Puck, you did a fantastic job up there. I can say that, without a doubt, you are the best I have ever seen in that role.”

You laughed, “You can call me (Y/N), Mr. Kim.”

“And you can call me Namjoon, Miss Puck. But really, you were great. I hope I get to see great things from you in the future.” He handed you a business card. “If you need help with any of it, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

He left, taking a few lollipops from his jacket pocket and handed them to you. Told you to share them, and left. Was he flirting with you? Did you flirt back? If so, it was a complete accident. You didn’t know how to.

“Hey, (Y/N), hurry up. Uber is outside!” Hobi called. “Jimin’s coming with us!”

You tucked the card into your back pocket and joined your cast mates. Everyone made sure they had wiped off enough makeup to be considered normal, and you admitted that you still had your blue on. Your very old hoodie covered most of it, though.

Author’s Notes:

*Puck is used like an adjective, so that’s why it is first for MC. Just felt more comfortable too.

So, the course is set! Time to go change pronouns and stuff. Please let me know if I ever miss any or do the wrong ones in the other versions!

Character Profiles:

Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Yoongi

#BTS #BTS fic #BTS fanfic #BTS fan fiction #BTS fan fic #Fem!reader #Reader insert #Story: Theatre Kid #Theater AU #College AU #BTS College AU