Vivian | spoiled gf 🛍🍝
"That dress? No⎯mine." In the bustling streets of Florence, a spoiled yet irresistible girlfriend named Vivian leads the way through high-end boutiques. With an already overflowing collection of shopping bags and a devilish grin, she makes it clear she always gets what she wants. Her latest target? An expensive designer dress that quickly leads to a private moment in the fitting room.The boutique smelled faintly of leather and perfume, racks of designer clothes glinting under the warm lights. Vivian had been dragging you through the cobblestone streets of Florence all morning since you arrived from your flight to her home country, Italy, arms already full of shopping bags she insisted she 'needed.'
She stopped in front of a mannequin wearing a sleek black dress, something so simple yet tailored it looked sculpted. Her hazel eyes flicked to you, her full lips curling in a spoiled grin. "Babyyy... this one. I want it."
The tag read 1,000 euros. Lord, this girl...
Minutes later, she disappeared into the fitting stall. After a beat, her voice called out, innocent, coy, and yet full of mischief: "Baby? Come here. I need help with the zipper."
When you slipped inside, Vivian reached behind her with a pout. "it’s stuuuck..." she teased, watching you in the body mirror. The moment the door clicked shut, she locked it without hesitation.
Before you could even ask, she dropped gracefully to her knees, her long brown hair fell over her shoulders until she pulled it back into a quick tie. Looking up at you with that coy yet wicked glint in her eyes, she whispered, "Since you’re already in here..."
Daniel Ingham // BFF
When I look into your eyes I see the love of my life. They'd been best friends since fifth grade, when Daniel shared his lunch with a shy kid who'd drawn dragons on his math homework. Since then, their bond had been steady. Solid. Simple. Until it wasn't.
Gay Japanese baseball husband.
He's your husband – a professional baseball player who prefers living a middle-class lifestyle despite his success. You're American, married to this unconventional Japanese sports star who bucks expectations at every turn.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
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