#but hold every single character to that standard for the love of god
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Of Sea Foam and Iron [1]
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Hephaestus!ghost x Aphrodite!reader x Ares!soap
your beauty was meant to be a blessing, not a curse. the only way your father can keep you safe is by marrying you off to an ugly, scarred blacksmith. at first, it seems like your new husband wants nothing to do with you. you eventually learn that's not the case at all.
wc: 4.8k
warnings: historical au with lots of inaccuracies, blood/gore/violence, minor self-harm ideation (no sh happens), arranged marriage, reader is a virgin, reader is very shallow, nudity, fear of sex, ancient standards of women (the characters aren't actually gods, but rather god-coded. they're mortal, but still fit the symbolism of said gods)
When you were a child, people often told you that your beauty was a gift from the gods, and for the longest time you believed them.
Certainly, it was only by Aphrodite’s grace that you were able to hold yourself with such elegance and outshine even the most precious of gems and metals. Even as a young girl your father adorned you with flashy jewelry as if to prove to anyone who laid eyes on you that you were the only creature in the world that could make gold appear dull. You enjoyed every moment your father spent parading you around because that’s what love was supposed to be; the unconditional admiration of all those that were so far beneath you.
It wasn’t until you became of courting age that you learned better. Gifts of fine silk and flashy jewelry were commonly sent to your father by countless suitors, and while they were beautiful, he sent every single one of them back. Simple gifts of cloth and metal were not good enough for your fathers beautiful daughter. If a man were to wed you, he would have to offer up something that your father could not provide for you himself.
Countless suitors visited your abode where they would drink wine with your father and eat the freshest fruit while they attempted to gain his favor. Sometimes, you were permitted to sit in on their discussion, though you were not allowed to speak and no one was allowed to speak to you. You sat silent and unwavering like a transformed tree nymph, capable of only observing the events that unraveled around you as you stared at the man who sat in front of your father.
His name was unremarkable, something you didn’t think you could remember even if it had been carved into your skin. He was not handsome nor ugly, but you could tell by the vibrant color of his chiton that he was of nobility. A philosopher's son, or even a politician. Personally, you guessed a politician due to his sharp tongue and even sharper gaze. Every instance in which his eyes landed on you, you felt as if you needed to check your skin for cuts.
All the silver in the world couldn’t gild his tongue enough to grant him the ability to convince your father to let him take your hand in marriage. There was no amount of cattle or coin that your father seemed content in trading you for, and you watched in silent horror as the man stood from the table with his finger pointed in accusation. A finger turned into a blade all too fast, and it wouldn’t take long for blood to stain the stone floor of your home.
In either anger, frustration, or arrogance, your suitor had dared to pull a blade on the man that raised you. His blade was well made, built for killing men, but even in his old age your father picked up the very same knife he used to cut up fruit to carve into the man's stomach. The odor of his offals was putrid and you covered your mouth as you watched the man attempt to keep his organs within the confines of his skin. He failed miserably, and his body joined his insides as he collapsed on the floor as a bloody and gasping mess.
It was then that you learned love was not at all something gentle and sweet. Love was the spilling of blood in a brash act of violence and the decaying scent of rotting intestines. Love was what started the war of the Trojans where countless men lost their lives in gruesome battles. Helen of Troy brought the end of an empire simply by existing. You had brought the death of a man for that same crime.
As your father turned to face you with red and sticky hands, he finally realized what a suitor could provide to you that he could not; protection. Because despite his reflexes, and the body that laid on the floor in front of him to cool, his age would soon catch up to him. There would be a day where you would be alive and he would not, and should that day come before you were to find a husband, he was certain no one would live to tell the tale. Your beauty was not a gift from the gods, but a curse that could damn a nation to ruin, and it was his responsibility to ensure you were protected no matter the cost.
After that day, your father would not accept any more suitors into his home. No matter how much they groveled at the door, or begged to see even the faintest glimpse of you, they were all cast away back into the streets in which they came. For months, your father combed the city himself in search of a man who came even anywhere close to being worthy of your hand. During that time, you only ever set foot outside if you were in the enclosed courtyard of your fathers estate, otherwise you spent most of your time hidden away on the second floor where no visitors, man or woman, was allowed to see you.
Trapped in your own home, your mind began to wander to places even darker and more morbid than the Underworld itself. If you didn’t walk with such grace and have an air of beauty about you, then you would have never found yourself in that predicament in the first place. Some frustrated and upset part of you was tempted to disfigure yourself. Maim your face with a knife and become something no one could bear to behold. Maybe then at least you’d be able to pick your own husband. But if your beauty truly was a gift from the gods, and not at all a curse like it felt, you wouldn’t dare to cast their grace aside, lest you face the consequences.
Eventually, your father found a suitable man for you to marry. You had begun to think that he would never be able to find anyone that would meet his standards, and yet one day he returned home with the triumphant news. Your soon-to-be-husband’s name was Simon Riley, and you were to be wedded to him before Apollo drew his chariot across the sky the next day.
You knew nothing about this man besides the very few things your father would tell you over your last meal together. Simon Riley was an artisan, a blacksmith to be more specific. He often spent his days slaving over a fire as he bent iron and bronze to his will. In your mind you could already see his hands darkened from burns and skin wet with sweat from the heat. A man who could shape something as cold and unforgiving as metal certainly was a man to be reckoned with, yet plenty of artisans before him had asked to wed you.
What made him so different?
That question plagued your mind in the early hours of the morning as you washed yourself in the cooling water of your bath. Usually a nuptial bath would be given under much brighter circumstances, both literally and emotionally. As a young girl you always imagined that the sun would stream through the window and light up the water in the same way ocean waves sparkled at sunset. Instead, you bathed by candlelight as you purified yourself for your marriage, because marrying off a soiled daughter was unforgivable, no matter how beautiful you were.
Once you were clean and smothered in as many fragrant oils as your skin could hold, you donned your peplos and veil for the ceremony. Beautiful garments, the white fabric hung off your body and cascaded down your legs like foam, and the veil was as red as a blazing fire to ward off any ill spirits. If this was any normal wedding, people from leagues around would come to see you in your attire, to get a chance to attempt to bask in your beauty, yet it was no normal wedding. The only people who would see you dressed like that would be your father and your new husband.
“It’s safer this way,” your father attempted to soothe you. The night air was cool against your anxious skin as the two of you snuck through abandoned streets. It had felt like an eternity since you were able to travel along the worn stone, and it was only because you were to be transferred off to the care of another man. “There will be time for proper celebration later. No one will dare lay a hand on you under the care of your husband.”
An odd tingling sensation plagued your skin the closer you got to Simon Riley’s home, and the moment you laid eyes on the structure, you knew it was his. It felt like it was prophesied in a dream. Approaching the steps to the door felt strangely like coming home, yet it was wrong. This abode would not be a home, but a prison in which to keep you safe.
As if he sensed your presence, the man who you assumed to be Simon Riley stepped through the door and into the dim street. Darkness shrouded his figure, making it difficult to discern specific features through your veil, but his height was easily noticeable. He towered well above both you and your father as if he were a titan, and he was just as broad as an ox. Power and confidence exuded from him, and the only weakness he showed was a limp as he walked down the steps to the street.
“Quickly,” your father prompted as the man approached, “lift the veil and she is yours. Yours to cherish. To protect.”
Simon stopped in front of you and stood still for so long you feared he second guessed the whole arrangement. As much as you didn’t really want to get married, not like that in the darkness of a street in front of a stranger's home, you knew it was necessary. You would not be the reason more blood was spilled over pathetic jealousy. A part of you just wished that everything was as glamorous as was once promised to you.
Eventually you watched as his fingers pinched the sheer fabric of your veil and he peeled back your disguise with so much care it was as if he was afraid to harm you. There in the dim glow of the impending dawn, you saw your husband for the first time. He stood as tall as a warhorse and just as scarred as one. His nose was large and crooked and adorned with puffy, raised tissue that threatened the thin skin of his eye and tender rose of his lips. Dull eyes scanned the features of your face as he let the veil fall along your back. Despite your beauty, he almost seemed uninterested in you, and you weren’t sure if you should have been grateful for that.
“It is done,” your father concluded. He held out the leather pack that he had gathered a handful of your items in. Clothes, a few necklaces and bracelets, and a hairbrush was all you had to your name. Should you need anything else, your new husband would provide for you. “Hurry, inside. She is yours, now. Keep her safe.”
Without hesitation, Simon took your pack from your fathers hands before he rested his hand on your low back. Even through the fabric of your dress you could feel the coarseness of his palm as he urged you up the stone steps towards the entrance. You glanced over your shoulder and took in the view of your fathers features. For all you knew, it was the last time you would ever get to see him.
“You have my word,” Simon promised. Those were the first words you had heard him speak, and they were an oath.
Pale candlelight consumed you as Simon closed the door behind the two of you, locking you in your new home. It was only then that the true panic began to rattle its cry within your ribcage. You had been given away to a man you had never met before in the name of protecting you, and yet you had still been wedded all the same. There were certain expectations given to a new wife, one that you knew a man would be stupid to not take advantage of with a woman of your blessing. The very idea made your hands clammy, and you found yourself running your palms along your peplos in an attempt to rid yourself of the moisture.
“Come,” Simon urged as he crossed through the entryway.
Obeying him, you followed close behind him with careful and light feet as he led you through your new home. There was a vague scent of sweet fruit and warm bread that trailed behind you as he climbed the stairs up to the second floor. Though you tried to ignore it, your eyes couldn’t look away from the obvious limp in his step. His short chiton revealed several gnarly scars on his left leg even more fierce than the ones on his face. It was as if someone attempted to hack his knee off with a dull blade and pitifully failed. Was this man, this battered and ugly man, truly supposed to be your protector?
Simon brought you to a room that was obviously his bed chambers, and had you not felt slight terror about the events that might unfold in that room, you would have been utterly stunned. Never before had you seen a bed so large. Sure, the man himself nearly scraped the ceiling with the top of his head, and so it only made sense that his bed matched his size, but it was near ridiculous. Its width spanned nearly from wall to wall, wide enough to fit three grown men comfortably, and the length had a good foot on Simon, if not more. There was hardly enough room for anything else in the area because the object took up the entire space of the chamber.
“Rest. You look exhausted,” he said as he sat your pack on the end of the bed.
Confused, you looked up at him with narrow eyes as he gestured to the bed. You had the strange feeling that he would not be sated until you were at least seated on the bed, so you followed his outstretched hand and sat on the edge of the bed next to your pack. It was strangely comfortable, and dipped in low enough to swallow you whole. You wondered how much wool was used to create such a plush mattress.
Instead of joining you in bed, your husband took a step toward the doorway before he turned to face you once more. Early dawn light bled through the closed wooden shutters on the window, which illuminated his face but didn’t make his features any less dull.
“Help yourself to anything. What’s mine is yours. Plenty of food in the kitchen when you get hungry. If you can’t find something you need, ask,” he explained simply.
He spoke to you as if you were some lowly slave, and not his wife. His wife who had caused the death of a man just by beauty alone, a woman who had men lining up for miles for the chance of laying eyes on you, and he spoke to you like that?
“Where will you be?” you questioned.
“Working,” he answered gruffly. “My forge is in the courtyard. Don’t walk out there barefoot.”
He didn’t give you the chance to ask any other questions before he limped out the doorway where his footsteps fell heavy against the wooden floor like thunder. There you sat, at the edge of the bed, still in your wedding clothes, abandoned by your husband. Still, an odd relief washed over you at the realization that you were alone. He had not stripped you bare before him and fucked you into that ungodly large bed like you had expected him to. Grateful that you had not yet had your virginity taken from you, you did as Simon had instructed. It had been over a day since you had last properly slept as you spent the entire night getting ready for your rather depressing wedding ceremony, and that weight bore down on you relentlessly.
Removing your peplos, you donned a much lighter chiton before you stood at the side of the bed. Wool and animal skin blankets laid across the bed in layers and you peeled them back to crawl underneath. As you sunk down into the mattress, you were enveloped by a scent of musk and fragrant oils that was oddly intoxicating. The weight of the blankets on top of you held you in place, willing your eyes to close. Simon Riley was a strange man, but at least his bed was nice.
There were many things you learned about your husband that day, none of which he told you himself. He was a very quiet man who truly spent most of his time working at the forge. On the first day you had been wed, you snuck a glance out of one of the windows to watch him work over sweltering coals and steaming air. Though his legs seemed lame, his arms had no such problem. Thick muscles flexed and went taut as he brought his hammer down upon white hot metal to bend it into shape. Sweat lined his brow, which he would wipe at with his forearm every now and then, and though his face was a right mess, you realized the rest of him wasn’t too bad to look at. He knew how to make a variety of things, from tongs to signs to swords, and he was paid handsomely for his work, judging by the large pile of coins and bartering items you would find on the table at the end of the work day.
He never sat down for proper meals, but while he worked he ate enough to feed two grown men, which only made sense given his size. Lamb seemed to be his favorite, and there was plenty of it. Dried and seasoned jerky, a leg he would roast on a spit to then shred and add to bread, or even some he would fry in a pan. Your help with anything was unnecessary. He never asked you to cook, or clean, or assist in selling his products; Simon was completely self sufficient.
The thing that caught you most off guard about him was the fact that he slept naked. Your first night together, while you were already in bed, he shamelessly stripped his dusty chiton off and tossed it on the floor, baring himself completely to you. It was your first time ever seeing a man naked, and even in the darkness you could make out the silvery scars that tore through his skin. He was completely covered in them, and you couldn’t help but wonder which of the gods had cursed him with such a body; something that could have been strong, beautiful, and powerful, only to be covered with errors.
When he climbed into bed next to you, your eyes couldn’t help but glance further down to where his cock hung heavy between his legs. He wasn’t even hard, yet the size of it matched that of the rest of him, and you could feel your heart jump in your throat. Yet that night he still did not take you. Instead, the two of you slept on opposite sides of the bed facing away from one another with nothing but empty space between your bodies. He would not fuck you, and that confused you. Something must have been wrong with his body, littered with scars and abnormalities. Or maybe he was the only man in the entire world who was immune to your gift from Aphrodite.
If you remained a virgin for much longer, perhaps you could escape and become an acolyte.
The next month went by like this. He would speak a few words to you, spend his entire day working, and then sleep naked next to you in a bed large enough for a bear. He was not cruel, at least, in fact he was quite the opposite. There was always enough food for you that he would set aside on a special plate, and he bought you a new chiton when you had accidentally torn your old one, but no matter what, he did not seem interested in you. It was as if you were something for him to take care of, rather than something for him to love.
But that was what your father had wanted for you, wasn’t it?
Like a caged dove, you spent most of your days peering out of the second story windows to gaze at the city. Busy streets bustled with traders and artisans alike, and you would watch them mingle as they weaved between buildings like ants. On windy days you could smell the salt of the ocean, and you would long for the days when you were a young girl, collecting shells along the shoreline as sea foam gathered around your ankles. Things seemed more colorful back then. As a married woman, everything in your world seemed to only be the shade of stone.
One day after a heavy rain, some excitement had been brought back into your life. It started with the sound of triumphant horns followed quickly by cheering. Deep, bass drums echoed throughout the streets, drawing you to your window once more where you saw countless men in a march spanning further than you could see. Their red chitons and leather armor branded them as soldiers, and you watched in awe as they paraded through the streets after what was obviously another successful campaign.
But there was one soldier above all others who towered over them upon a warhorse adorned with armor and a mighty spear. Even from a distance you knew that this man was John MacTavish. He was a soldier bred and born for war as if the only thing he knew how to do was kill. People often said he was bestowed his gifts of war by the God of War himself, Ares, and it was a tough speculation to deny. Countless lives had been taken by his hands alone, and no matter the odds of the battle, he always came home victorious and smiling. You had seen his face only once before in the last victory parade he marched in, but you could never quite get his grin out of your mind.
“I’m heading into the city,” Simon said behind you.
Despite his sheer size and thunderous footsteps, your husband had managed to sneak up behind you, startling you half to death. You spun so that your back was to the window to face that goliath of a man with a racing heart.
“Will you be alright on your own?” he asked.
Still trying to calm your racing heart, you nodded.
“Good,” he concluded as he began to walk away. “There is a sword in the kitchen. If anyone attempts to harm you while I’m gone, use it.”
He didn’t give you any time to explain that you had no idea how to wield a sword, let alone kill a man, before he vanished down the stairs. Moments later you heard the doors to the courtyard open and close, and Simon’s body melted into all the other figures in the streets below you. It wasn’t his first time leaving you alone, after all, he had to get materials for his work somehow, but it was his first time instructing you to use a sword to protect yourself. You figured the countless soldiers that flooded the city had him on edge.
But if that was the case, why would he leave in the first place?
As you waited for him to return, you couldn’t help but meander down to the kitchen in search of this sword he instructed you to seek out. It didn’t take you long to find it, as he had left it right in the middle of the table next to your lunch. Beautiful iron extended strongly a good foot or so in what was the most well crafted shortsword you had ever seen. Dark wood formed the grip, and there was a flared base made of gleaming brass for the pommel. This looked different than his other works. There was more flair to it, like it was more of a gift than something he would sell for coin.
With tender fingers, you reached for the grip and took it in hand. Its weight was heavy, more so than you had anticipated. Holding it was awkward as it felt like it wanted to fall forward no matter how high up you held it, and you huffed as you attempted an amateur swing. Unsteady, your strike would have hardly broken the skin of any intruder. When you set the blade back on the table, the memories of your dead suitor bubbled up in your mind. The sheen of his blade as he drew it on your father, the blood and offal that spilled on the floor shortly after, and the reeking stench of death that followed. You weren’t sure if you could ever do such a thing.
Simon was gone for only half an hour before you heard the sound of the courtyard doors swing open with a creak. You gazed down at your half empty plate where you had snacked on fresh fruits and cheeses while you waited for his return. Sticky juices coated your fingers which you quickly cleaned with your mouth before you stood from your seat and left to greet your husband.
He wasn’t alone. Another man accompanied him clad in light armor and a sword strapped to his hip; a soldier, likely one of the men who had just returned home. This man’s chin bore a hefty scar, and still despite it he was one of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on. Battle hardened muscles bulged out of his uniform, and your gaze couldn’t help but fall to his powerful thighs as he took a few steps into the courtyard. It wasn’t until you saw him smile that you realized who this man was; this was John MacTavish. The hailed hero of your city, its greatest defender, a man who could cut down hundreds and come back smiling through the blood.
Simon hardly had the time to shut and lock the courtyard doors behind him before John’s hands gripped the fabric of his chiton. Words escaped you but your mouth opened in a silent plea. Were they about to fight? Was this soldier, Ares’s wild dog, about to slaughter your husband right in front of your very eyes? Your hands flew to the doorframe to steady yourself as you watched Simon stumble forward while John yanked him closer. You could already smell the gore, imagine the pink intestines and organs that would spew from your husband’s body and all you could do was stand there and watch in horror as John… kissed him?
This man, this near mythical being who had won countless battles in the name of your city, pressed his lips against your husband’s with such passion it left you stunned. And it was not at all unwelcomed, it seemed, as Simon’s hands rested on the man’s waist and returned the notion, curving his spine enough to meet the man's height more comfortably. As they embraced one another in front of you, the horror on your face quickly melted into confusion.
“I missed you,” John muttered as his lips separated from Simon’s.
“I’ve dreamt of this day ever since you left,” Simon countered, his voice more tender than it ever had been with you.
But John would not be the highly acclaimed soldier that he was if he hadn’t felt the prying eyes staring at their intimate moment. Eyes as blue as the ocean turned to land on you, and your jaw slammed shut underneath his inquisitive gaze. He was not secretive in the way he looked over all your features, scanning first your face and then lower, over the curve of your hips and the hidden flesh of your thighs. While he nearly licked his lips at the sight of you, his obvious attraction did little to cover the confusion hidden in his eyes.
“I didn’t realize we had a visitor,” John admitted humorously as he glanced at Simon.
As you waited for your husband's response, you glanced at him in hope to receive an answer to the storm of questions that raged in your mind. But there was something different about his gaze. Rather than contentment, something else ignited in the darkness of his eyes that blazed just as bright as the forge he slaved over day and night. Whatever flat expression he normally gave you transformed into something so shining it almost looked like love.
“She is no visitor,” he claimed with pride. “She is our wife.”
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right where you left me {bucky barnes}
plot: it's been over two years since you and bucky broke up and yet, you're still right there, right where he left you.
character: female reader x bucky barnes
inspired by right where you left me by taylor swift :)
To the outside world, you were fine. To the outside world, you were happy. You were engaged to be married with the house, a dog and plans for a potential family in the future. To the outside world and to every single person you knew, your life was perfect.
To you, though, everything was wrong. This wasn't the way your life was meant to go. This wasn't the man you were supposed to marry. This wasn't the life you were supposed to have and your fiancé wasn't the man you wanted at all.
It was supposed to be him... it was supposed to be Bucky.
You and Bucky hadn't been together in a long time - just over two years in fact - and you had 'moved on' with your life but actually, you were still right there.
He had broken up with you in your favourite restaurant. He hadn't meant to, he had actually been planning to propose to you that night but a few weeks prior, you'd ended up getting in harm's way because he'd slipped up and got too careless and... he couldn't have that happen again. So he broke up with you, ring in his pocket and tears in his eyes.
You never understood. Everything had been going so well and then he tore it all down. You tried to get him back. You begged, pleaded, sobbed down the phone to him but he cut you off completely. He got a new number, new apartment... He thought that this would be better for you. He was wrong. The last two years of your life had been hell. No one understood. Your friends and family didn't understand how deeply you loved Bucky Barnes. They didn't get it.
"Just move on already."
"It's time you find someone new."
"He's gone, (y/n). Leave him in the past."
So, to appease them, you took their advice and you moved on. You found someone. A perfectly pleasant charming man who was a year older than you, good job, good family and he loved you. He was funny, could make you laugh quite easy and honestly, had Bucky never been in the picture, you would've fallen in love so easily with Warren but you couldn't. You acted the part and as time went on, it became easier. He loved you and you liked being loved. You craved being loved again but he just wasn't Bucky. No matter how hard you tried to forget about Bucky, you would always be right where he left you in that restaurant.
The wedding was imminent, right around the corner and every single minute of every single day, you felt like you were suffocating. You hated this. You hated feeling this way. You wished that you could just love Warren. He was nice, god he was so nice. Your family loved him, he was great to you. He had a good job, stable and secure. He bought you anything you wanted. He took real good care of you. He was a great dog dad and you knew that if there were to be kids in your future, he would be a fantastic father. He got on with your friends and had great friends himself. He was by every single standard perfect but he just wasn't who you wanted and you hated that.
A part of you resented Bucky for the hold he still had on you two years later but the majority of you would love him until the sun burned out and died. Bucky was stubborn and grumpy and cold and yet he was soft, warm, comforting, beautiful... Bucky Barnes was home and you were so unbelievably homesick.
Your trembling hands smoothed down the fabrics of your wedding dress. Everything was perfect. You looked gorgeous, the perfect dress, lovely make up, pristine hair and you couldn't stop your eyes from welling up.
"Oh, she's crying again. She's just so happy." You heard your mother say.
That wasn't it at all. You were devastated. You felt horrible. You were horrible, marrying a man you never truly loved in order to try and get over another. This wasn't how your friend was meant to go at all and you hated it.
Soon, you were ushered down the aisle, gripping onto your dad's arm for dear life before you were stood in front of Warren. He looked so handsome, hair slicked back and eyes watering with tears of joy from seeing you. He took your trembling hands, pressing kisses to each of them, "You look so beautiful."
As the wedding continued, you could feel your sadness ebb just the slightest bit. You looked to Warren, drinking him in. Maybe you could grow to love him. Maybe you could grow to feel butterflies, maybe you would be able to love him a fraction of what you loved Bucky. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe one day you'd be able to truthfully tell him 'I'm so happy'.
Then, the glass of your husband clinked as he stood up, smiling down at you, "A toast to my beautiful, wonderful wife, (y/n)." Glasses raised all around toasting the happy newly weds. You took his hand, smiling up at him as you tried to calm your racing heart. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he straightened and started to thank your guests for sharing the special day with the two of you.
You took a deep breath as you looked at all of the boxes around your new home, this was your life now. New home, new start. Warren's arms looped around you, resting on your stomach as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, "How you doing?"
You nodded with a smile, "Good, just tired."
"Happy?"
You nodded again, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Happy." Happiness wasn't an impossibility anymore. You were happy and it wasn't a lie.
This was your life. Not Bucky. Warren. Warren, this house, your dog, this family. This was your life and slowly, very slowly, you were growing more and more okay with that. You found that after the wedding, you didn't have to pretend as much to love Warren. Feelings grew and developed and it seemed more natural. The two of you had built your dream home together and now, here you were standing inside it for the first time and you were okay with that. This was your home now, Warren was your home now.
Yet after everything, when you closed your eyes, you were right back where he left you; sitting at the table of your favourite restaurant. You would always be right there where he left you, waiting. He left you no choice but to stay there forever.
#one shot#os#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#imagine#bucky#bucky barnes x you#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel one shot#avengers
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Booktok makes me sick, not just because of all the shitty books. It's the prevalence, no, the celebration, of toxic masculinity. Every single booktok book features some variation on the same man. And without fail, against all sensible reason, these characters are portrayed as handsome and charismatic and desirable.
It makes me sick when these authors hold up these toxic, predatory traits and put them on a pedestal as some kind of Ideal Man.
It makes me sick when their aggressiveness and possessiveness is treated as romantic. It makes me sick when these shitty men forcibly grab women, invade their personal spaces, and render them helpless by 'purring' in their ears, every. single. fucking. time.
It makes me sick that these misogynistic, heteronormative, and hypermasculine social conventions keep appearing in so-called feminist literature.
Strip away the idealized elements and you have what is basically the rich, white, cishet, alpha-male archetype. He's tall, usually six feet, physically fit and muscular with obligatory six pack abs, and conventionally handsome, with a chiseled jawline. He's usually clean-shaven, and any hair he may have on his body is minimal. He maintains composure at all times and rarely shows anxiety or uncertainty. He exudes raw charisma and charm and navigates social spaces effortlessly.
His hobbies, if he has any, are stereotypically masculine. When it comes to sex, he's confident, skilled, exclusively dominant, and always knows what to do without communicating with his partner. The sex he enjoys is usually rough, animalistic and overpowering. He may have been with several women in the past, and he may be regarded as a sex god, both in-universe and out.
His toxic traits are rarely portrayed as negative. But when they are, they're usually held up as some edgy, anti-hero persona and the reader is inevitably manipulated into sympathizing with him. He'll be portrayed as a tortured, wounded animal, and his female love interest (and, by proxy, the reader) will decide on some variation of 'I can fix him'.
He is essentially the unrealistic standard the ideal Proper Man; the one that men are expected to emulate, and that women are expected to swoon over.
But what really irks me is the lost potential.
If there are men who don't fit into this mold, they are depicted as pathetic, ineffectual, or any number of negative traits.
The narrative quietly and passive-aggressively mocks them and portray them as boring and un-sexy.
After all, is this the kind of man who will bravely swoop in and sweep a helpless woman off her feet? Of course not. Such men are boys. Wimps. Cowards.
These books are supposed to be fantasy: a genre in which easily anything can be explored. If faeries, magic, and contrived mating bonds can exist, then why can't we also have male characters who exist outside the stereotypical, hypermasculine mold?
Why is it that we can have so many fantastical, impossible, and wondrous magical forces, creatures, and peoples, but we can't have men who aren't possessive, abusive, or controlling?
Why is it that male characters, have to be so innately dominant, abusive, and violent? Why do they have to be so fit and muscular and strong?
Even worse, why is it treated as something that is so natural, so inescapable, even in the realm of fiction?
Where are the men who aren't tall and fit? Where are the men who don't have sculpted abs or chiseled jawlines? Where are the men who aren't lean and muscular?
Why can’t we have men who are skinny or overweight? Why can't we have men who aren't handsome or attractive, but just average looking? Why can't we have men who are shorter or just average height?
Why can't we have men with non-stereotypical hobbies? Why can't we have men who love to read, or paint, or write, or sing, or dance, or build model kits?
Why can’t we have men who are timid and shy? Why can't we have men who feel anxiety, fear, and sadness? Why can't we have men who aren't afraid of crying openly?
Why can't we have men who aren't sex gods? Why can't we have men who aren't confident in bed? Who are anxious, or even scared, at the prospect of sex? Who are passive instead of dominant? Who want to experience intimacy and affection?
Why can’t we have men be kind and gentle and sweet for once?
I'll tell you why we can't. Because booktok says men like these are not 'man' enough. Booktok says men like these are the 'boring' option, and completely devoid of interesting quirks, traits or personality. Booktok says men like these are underserving of attention, and only fit to be background noise.
As far as booktok is concerned, men like these can't exist.
#anti sjm#anti booktok#anti colleen hoover#anti coho#masculinity#toxic masculinity#booktok critical#healthy masculinity#fuck booktok
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Eyes on you (Sub! Obsessive! Miguel O'Hara)
Characters: Obsessive! Sub!Miguel O'Hara x Nb!Reader
Themes: sub/dom dynamic, stalking, masturbation, guilt
Lenght: ficlet
Could've made it more fucked up. Maybe part 2 idk
It's always the ones that portray themselves as superiors that end up being the most sick. Though, for the most part, they do not happen to be aware of it. Unfortunately for him, with Miguel O'Hara, this simply wasn't the case.
Perhaps it was because his descent was so gradual. That with every single step he took, he knew he was doing it willingly. He knew his actions were strange and he knew his behavior should never be shown to the world. So, for the longest time, he tried to rationalise it. Over and over and over again. And after he could do it no longer, he was too far gone not to accept it.
It started off slow. It always does. You had joined the spiders. He took interest in you. Workspace crushes are nothing new, after all. Wanting to spend more and more time in your vicinity was a normal action in such a state.
Of course, that lead to your promotion quite early upon your enrollment. But you were good at what you did. Ungodly good. So nobody would even think it was caused by ulterior motives, when you had yet to have an unsuccessful mission for the two months you had been with them.
Perhaps that was one of the first reasons he liked you. You worked hard and then fucked off. No lingering, no afterwork chats. You'd do what was required, and then simply disappear. An air of mystery around you.
It drove him mad.
Soon enough he started holding meetings. Standard thing in such a field of work. He'd go over the organization, schedules, tech updates, and the likes with you and other higher ranking individuals. For the most part a tedious, yet expected thing.
Not to him though. To him, those were the few rare occasions outside of missions where you'd actively engage with everybody. But most importantly, you'd actively engage with him. And he was so very thankful for that.
He very much loved the sound of your voice. They way you spoke had a certain ring to it that he couldn't get enough of. He'd run your words through his head on repeat when on his own. Every time you had used his name. Every time you laughed. Though none of it was as good as the real thing.
Slowly, the meetings became more frequent. With fewer and fewer members invited. Until it was just the two of you. Everyone had accepted the fact that you had simply become his right-hand man. And for the time being, they had yet to have a reason to think otherwise.
You'd gotten closer to him than you were expecting. Perhaps that was because he was one of the few people you worked with whom you didn't find bothersome. It was very apparent how exhausted he was menaging everything on his very own. The least you could do is provide your help. And besides, you did enjoy holding power over other people that you wouldn't have without his apparent devotion to you.
On his part, that same feeling was amplified. He was alone with you for hours on end. So close to you yet not enough. Everything you did made his heart speed up. The smell of your perfume. The look in your eyes when you were deep in thought. Oh, and how he loved it when you'd take care of anyone trying to interrupt. Having them end up looking like a small child as they leave the two of you alone once more. How that sort of state came so naturally to your being. As if you simply demanded control just by existing.
He needed to know more about you. About your history, about your interests. Though, that was a normal thing. After all, he wanted to be able to hold better conversations with you. What other way is there to it, than to try and know every last thing about your being?
He starting going into your files. What you had done in your universe. Why you were such a force of nature in combat. Oh but how it made his stomach turn when he had gotten to your past lovers.
God, they were all so revolting and useless. Nothing compared to you. You shouldn't date someone so below your league! You shouldn't date someone so worthless! You should date someone made for you. You should date someone like-!
He was surprised by his own resolve. He has yet to crack.
You were analyzing data from one of the more recent multiverse anomalies. Calling him over the give him the watch from a spider who had gone MIA. Looking at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours as you explained the situation. None of the actual words entering his mind, just the sound of your voice. Handing it to him, you had let your hands touch his.
Fuck...
He turned around immediately, trying to hide how disgustingly hard he was just from that single touch.
You were to be excused. Immediately.
Unaware of his current state, you had simply left the quarters. Knowing his usual temper, you had assumed he just had one of his episodes after they lost one of their men due to incompetence.
If only.
No. No, this was no good. Up until now, he could deny his feelings. But now he had such apparent evidence.
He should be better than this. He should act accordingly. Not get aroused by your mere touch.
But it was so gentle.
You were always so gentle with him. So helpful and patient. Yet you didn't want him. If you did, you wouldn't have left. If you did, you'd spend time with him outside of meetings. If you did, you'd see right through his facade.
He had to be satisfied with just your smell, your laugh, your distant presence. But it wasn't enough. How ever could it be enough?
When he wanted you to wrap those tender fingers around his throat. When he wanted you to tell him how you knew everything.
He began palming at himself through his suit. Thinking about you ridiculing him for being a stalker. For the way he isolated you from everyone just so he could have you for himself. He was pathetic. He wanted you to tell him that.
Just use him up any way you'd want. He wouldn't mind. He deserved it. Sink your teeth into his flesh, leave marks deep enough to bleed. Hurt him or humiliate him. It wouldn't matter. As long as he gets what he deserves.
He pictured the way you'd look while fucking him. Those same eyes focused on him, now filled with a different sort of spark. You'd tell him what the others would think if they were to see him like this. A pathetic mess unable to string words together. Getting railed until he can't function anymore.
He was close. He needed it so bad. Why won't you give it to him? Why won't you show pitty on him? Hasn't he earned it?
He'll do anything.
Just fuck him.
He came into his suit. Shame overflowing him as he did so.
He left immediately. And if he were any better, he'd act as if none of this ever happened.
But he wouldn't be able to. Not when it felt so good cumming to the thought of you.
He already had plans for tonight.
#my writing#sub!miguel o'hara#sub miguel o'hara#dom reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#spider man: across the spider verse#atsp
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I’m Not Smiling
Yelena Belove X Fem! Reader
Warning: Mild language
Prompt: hi! can I have some yelena X fem!reader action? maybe something like yelena likes r and natasha accidentally makes yelena blurt it out in front of r without noticing? thanks
WC: 1.5k
Originally posted by kevinfeiges
I don’t own these Marvel characters.
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Yelena wasn’t really known for understanding her feelings. At such as young age, she was practically trained to push away any connection she would and could have with other people. Natasha would be the exception because she had grown up with her. That’s why when she had joined that Avengers as another teammate, she wasn’t expecting to feel a “connection” between any other members. Well, until you had come around. You were someone to be interacted with at first sight. From what Yelena could observe, she notices how very much liked you were by the whole team, and from what Natasha has told her, you were practically the glue that held the team together. You were the only person in the whole team who has never gotten on anyone’s bad side and that was for good reason.
You were friendly with Yelena, clearly showing that you trusted her with your whole heart. You made it clear to her that you had no guards up against her, being as open as possible to whatever Yelena’s wants and needs were. For Yelena, this affection and care had hit her deep within her heart. You were a genuinely caring person, something that she had lacked so much growing up. And seeing the way you would always check up on her after a mission of hers or yours made her heart flutter and beat rapidly. When you two started having movie nights together, the way you laughed was starting to become music to her own ears.
Though her favorite nights were when you two would just sit in the living room and talk. The two of you would talk for hours. In the beginning, there was some distance between the two of you, but in less than six months, she was already laying on your lap as you gently brush the knots out of her hair. It was the best feeling for her, honestly. To feel every single bone in her body relax as you hold her this close. If she could stay in this moment forever she would. Maybe she could get that doctor guy to do it for her, just keep rewinding this moment so Yelena could have more time to gaze at the way your eyes light up, the way your lips curve into a smile, the way your eyebrows would furrow together and you’d make that cute confused look on your face.
It was after a mission when Natasha had confronted Yelena. Before you had left for your mission earlier, Natasha had witnessed Yelena almost attack Wanda because apparently “playing as a couple” during a mission was considered “unprofessional” by Yelena’s standards. If it weren’t for Wanda profusely telling Yelena that it was just a mission and you gripping Yelena’s arm to get her to calm down, Yelena would’ve possibly blown up the facility.
After giving Yelena time to cool down, which had taken a good couple of hours, Natasha had gone to confront her sister over the situation.
“There is nothing wrong,” Yelena argues.
“Really?” Natasha asks.
“Yes, I am perfectly fine,” Yelena replies harshly. She begins walking towards her sleeping quarters.
Before Yelena could hide her feelings in her room, Natasha grabs the assassins’ shoulder. “Hey! Let me go!”
“You were jealous,” Natasha concludes.
Yelena pauses for a moment. Of course. How could she not be jealous? Wanda gets to do a mission with you and she gets to spend extra time with you without the disturbance of the other Avengers. Just thinking about the two of you in the quinjet is almost enough to make her skin crawl.
Her mind snaps back from her reverie, seeing Natasha was still holding her arm, she yanks it away. It causes Natasha to laugh. “Oh my god, Lena, you’re so in love.”
“Am not!”
“Okay,” she says. “Picture Y/N smiling.“
Immediately your smile paints in Yelena’s head. The familiar curve of your lips invades her visions. Then, unconsciously, a small smile begins to form on her own lips.
“Yeah, you’re so in love,” Natasha repeats.
The smile leaves as quickly as it came as Yelena smacks Natasha’s shoulder. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” She hisses.
Natasha scoffs. She only took Yelena’s annoyance as a cue to keep pushing her sister’s buttons until she was ready to explode. “Then I guess you’d be fine thinking about Wanda and Y/N holding hands, eating dinner together after a long long day, sharing a bed because SHIELD is too poor to afford two twin beds-” Natasha could almost see Yelena’s ears turning red, the smoke ready to puff out, but she keeps talking, “and right there, Wanda would turn on her favorite show and the two of them would binge-watch the show-”
“The mission isn’t supposed to last more than four hours,” Yelena manages to huff, but her breath was uneven as she tries her best to maintain her composure.
“Ahh, I’m not finished. And Y/N would lay her head on Wanda’s shoulder. There would be no one there to interrupt them on this perfect night and-”
All fed up, Yelena throws her hands up, “fine! You know what! What if I am?” She says angrily. “I’m in love with Y/N! That’s what it is. I am so in love, you know that Natasha? For the first time in my life, I feel like I found someone who takes care of me, who genuinely wants to be around me without feeling like I’m a threat to them or feeling like they’re forced to be with me. Y/N is the reason why I feel so alive. Around her, I feel like I’m more than just my past and that I deserve everything good, so excuse me if someone tries to take that away from me. Does Wanda know what Y/N’s favorite food is? No. Does she know what Y/N’s favorite sleeping position is? No. Does she know that Y/N hates watching shows that last for more than 12 seasons? No! I do. I know that. Y/N is my gift, she is my world, not hers.”
Natasha’s eyes widen out of pure shock.
“What? Are you surprised that I finally admitted it? Or are you trying to think of something so you can make fun of me again-“
Natasha grabs Yelena’s shoulders before turning her around. Yelena could only feel her heart sink when she sees you standing there, after a long mission, eyes stunned. The two sisters don’t know what to say or do, so it was up to you to break the silence.
“Well, uh, I was just about to go to my room and-“
“How much did you hear?” Yelena asks, the feeling of numbness was growing more and more in her body.
“Right up to when you called Natasha ‘a piece of shit’,” you tell her.
Natasha could only do so much as to pat her sister’s shoulders before excusing herself out, letting Yelena deal with the situation. If this ends badly, Yelena was going to swear on her life that she would murder Natasha for what she had just done.
“Well, uh-“ she starts.
You muster a cough, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. “I would ask you if you meant it, but I think I know you well enough to know that-“
Yelena begins fumbling with her doorknob, wanting desperately to escape this situation. “I’m sorry, let’s just pretend you didn’t hear that.” Her palms were starting to shake, her body failing to keep her composure as her friendship was surely about to fall apart.
You let off a small chuckle, whether or not that was a good thing Yelena wouldn’t be able to tell. You gently place a hand over her’s effectively causing Yelena to stop shaking. Yelena looks up and you watch those beautiful green orbs staring back at you and you could clearly see her on the verge of breaking down if you don’t start talking.
“Yelena, you know I love you, too, right?”
Even the way you say ‘I love you’ was almost like a dream, to the point she can’t even tell if she heard you correctly.
“Lena-“ you say, squeezing her hand softly.
“Are you telling me the truth?” She asks.
The familiar smile grazes your lips and without giving her a second to think, you press your lips to her’s. Her body reacts unconsciously, her emotions guiding her to react as she kisses you back. Her eyes close, hand flying to your neck and pulling you closer to her.
When the two of you finally pull away, you let out a small laugh, as your thumb gently brushes her cheek. “Now I know why you were jealous when Wanda and I were going on that mission together.”
She pouts, leaning her head against yours as her eyes fall to the ground, “I would’ve been better at playing the role.”
“I know,” you comment. “Come on, let’s go watch a movie.”
Hand in hand the two of you move inside Yelena’s room. From outside the hallway, Wanda finds Natasha standing by the corner. A smile spreads on her face when she realizes that the plan had worked.
“I can’t believe that worked,” Natasha comments.
Wanda rolls her eyes, “your sister almost killed me.”
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Thanks for reading! More reposting on my end! I hope you have a great day/night, and may you always be safe! I’ll be here if you need me.
#yelena belova x reader#yelena belova imagine#black widow x reader#black widow imagine#marvel imagine#marvel x reader#fic: longish#fix your window idiot
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I have a wide array of reasons I like ARC-V (It's very close to being my favorite YGO next to Zexal) but I will attempt to sum some of them up
So many well rounded and lovable characters. EVen if they get rushed or shunned they still make a great impact
The monster diversity is the absolute best. Performapals, Frightfurs, Raidraptors, Phantom Knights, Speedroids, Predaplants... Literally like almost every single deck in ARC-V is visually appealing. These are all such interesting archetypes with very engaging visual design (I love how they mixed things up with Legacy duelist decks as well)
To go off of that, the dimension dragon designs are sick, and mainly because they are ALSO diverse in body-types - they're all distinctly different in silhouette alone!! Instead of the cookie-cutter basic bipedal almost humanoid dragon that most yugioh characters have had as dragon aces
Action dueling is fun and made me actually pay attention to the duels. It allows for fun and dramatic hijinks and visuals. Action cards in kind were a great idea in concept but I'm saddened that they didn't stick to action traps etc
The monsters get personality which is something Yugioh desperately needs more of!! Performapals are very emotive and characters interacting with their aces etc is so much fun
Masumi
Also a girl character (Masumi) using monsters that aren't feminine which very few other ygo girls have done
Oh the monster CGI is also the best in any Yugioh when they remember to lower the framerate to match the 2d. Like by anime standards in general at the time, this CGI holds up GOOD and I dont mind it
ARC-V has such a KILLER OST OH MY GOD. I would ONLY rank it below Sevens OST personally but they went fucking insane with ARC-V dude go listen to Yuto's Passionate Soul
Disregarding the whole egao deal, I love Yuya sooo much because he feels so grounded and relatable. He feels down constantly and yeah king!! Me too!! Life is depressing but he's doing his best and I'm proud of him
I fucking love the prison break arc
ARC-V gave me Kaito/Edo/Shun interactions :)
#arc-v#arc v#ygo arc v#yugioh arc v#this is not nearly all my reasons but some of them esp ones I see brought up less#arc v my love#mostly gushing about the monsters lol haha BUT ITS TRUEEE
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Right, makes sense to see it as a plot device. I guess when you consider all the factors there really weren't a lot of other choices 💀
Thanks for the lovely reply and the fic rec :) I will def check it out
Btw do you have any solangelo fic recs or fics that you like? I've been having a hard time finding fics
solangelo recs?? of course!!
well, first off: anything solangelo by @buoyantsaturn who i hope doesn’t mind being bothered tagged. Particularly I know what I should do, but I just can’t walk away and I’m in Hell. Both Modern AUs and both masterpieces!! The first is a College AU that largely focuses on grief and healing, the other an AU where Will has a daughter and hires Nico as a nanny.
As someone who usually prefers canon fics, these were soooo great.
But really, everything I’ve read from this author is well written and captures Nico and Will so well that you can’t go wrong. Pick one and enjoy.
also: like a dog with a bird at your door by RegretfullyRegretful (and anything else by this author too). It’s also a Modern AU (Nico and Will are best friends who marry for convenience) but oh. god. Oh god. Obsessed with it.
Big classic: both with the lights on and will the lights on (same story but told by Will’s PoV) by nikkiRA. This is my comfort fic. I re-read it what? Once every two months? And it hits every single time. It’s a lighthearted College AU for when you need a reminder that love exists. Also Opportunity Knocks, still by nikkiRA. It’s set in canon and it’s about Nico having to relive the same day over and over because he’s been cursed by Aphrodite (u can guess what she wants him to do to break the curse lol).
Anything by Rosyredlipstick!! Particularly the star and the nothing (Nico tries to make a relationship with Will work as he struggles with trauma and alcoholism), Rental Love* (Nico hires Will as a fake boyfriend), and hands cupping sparklers (them getting together in canon while the entire Camp roots for them. It’s HILARIOUS). But really, every single one of their Solangelo AU fics. Some of them are set in canon and some are not, but all are amazing.
As If Hands Were Enough (To Hold An Avalanche Off) by theroyalsavage is also an amazing College AU.
if you need, come build your home in me by yrbeecharmer is a canon fic that follows Will growing up, from his first day at Camp to getting with Nico. It’s great and made me go all 🥰🥰 in my feels.
too much (yet never enough) by significant_what is a masterpiece. AU where Nico and Will meet in Catholic school. I get teary-eyed just thinking about it.
I’m halfway through Sanctuary by Tundras_And_Taigas and it’s pretty great!! Basically it’s set during ToA (but Nico and Will still aren’t a thing) and Will is forced to go live in Nico’s cabin.
and you can check out my fics if you want: Bad Sons (you kinda have to have finished ToA for this one tho) and Made your mark on me (a golden tattoo), but i’m a bit… weird when it comes to shipping. Bad Sons focuses more on Will as a character and his relationship with Apollo (tho plenty of solangelo fluff!!) and Made Your Mark On Me is about cheating, so i don’t know if they could be to your taste. I also don’t presume to think I write as well as the names I’ve given you but I try <33
I consider most of the fics I’ve recced pretty well known by fandom standards so I don’t know if I’ve helped you find anything new, but I hope I did!!
As for random pjo fics I like, I mostly like ToA ones so, lol
The Stolen God by @tsarinatorment is a great one, tho again I’d advice finishing the series to read it.
Also post-ToA, Build It Better Than The Sun by @seavoice is amazing
ToA fics by @flightfoot (Keyseeker on Ao3), particularly Memories of Godly Selfishness (Apollo and Meg are forced to watch some of Apollo’s memories and realizations are realized) and her long series God’s Eye View. I still haven’t had the chance to read the second one but every ToA fan I know has and what can I say, I trust my people.
@moodyseal has some too, my fave is A Spark Of Hope because it’s an obligatory read after TBM.
Aaand that’s all!! Unless you want Jasico recs, in which case we could be here another hour but I think I’ve overwhelmed you enough ahahah.
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Okay, hold on because this?
You’re spitting nothing but facts. I’ve said this exact same thing on both of my previous blogs (not this one, not yet xmdkxkdnd) about how x reader just was not a thing in Ye Fandom of Olde. I don’t know if people really believe me or if I just sound like a hunch backed crone standing on her front porch waving her cane at the neighborhood kids, yelling at them to appreciate what they’ve got because back in my day … but it really was such an incredibly different landscape. There are certain aspects of it that I miss for sure and others I’m glad to leave in the past.
The completely random conversations between the author and the character(s) among them, GOD, the way that still activates every single one of my cringe reflexes. 😂 Actually my all time favorite fic had those for the first dozen or so chapters, but she thankfully left them in the fore and afterword, not haphazardly placed in the fic itself, so it was easy to ignore haha. I can laugh at it and maybe even look back at it fondly, but I don’t think I want that particular trend to make a comeback any time soon xmxmdnd
It’s kind of surreal in a way, finding someone who knows exactly what I’m talking about and sharing that mutual experience. I know there have to be more of us out there but I feel like a good chunk of them have probably moved on from anime fandom content so I’m very glad to have found you like this. 💕
I unfortunately got busy with one of my own projects yesterday and didn’t get a chance to read anymore of your stuff, but I’m really looking forward to diving in once I’m done. When I tell you I am 👀 eyeballing the hell out of your Sesshomaru fics cmdkxmdmd
Also, if I may ask, are you by any chance a fan of Yu Yu Hakusho? 🥹
"I don’t know if people really believe me or if I just sound like a hunch backed crone standing on her front porch waving her cane at the neighborhood kids, yelling at them to appreciate what they’ve got because back in my day … but it really was such an incredibly different landscape."
We can both be crones, in that case! But no, I completely get what you're saying. It was SO different. I am genuinely appreciative of the fact that "reader fic" is so popular and the distaste I see for it is mainly "it's clogging up the regular tags" rather than the absolute nastiness that used to be associated with any OCs or inkling of "hey I like these characters, wouldn't it be neat if they wanted me?"
OCs in general were considered taboo enough, but reader fic was just… not a "thing" back in the early 2000s, really, not in the style we know it today. When second person was used, it was usaully meant to be stylized (rather than today where the intent of second person is "reader fic," to pull the reader into the story in a different, visceral way) and second person fics would fall into the OC bucket.
Gosh on that note, I remember "Mary Sue Hunter" groups that would find any OCs on ye olde fanfiction.net and leave reviews with forms to determine how much of a "Mary Sue" someone's OC was.
If you were going to attempt an OC, it felt like you had to make them Super Super Boring and Normal and Ordinary and No Actual Characters Ever Fell in Love with Them (except maybe non-important side characters) in order to get people to leave you alone.
Not that there's anything wrong with writing characters who are ordinary but it rarely felt it was an organic decision from the authors, but rather a reflection of what was "okay" to write.
Fandom is so different now. As you said, there's some things I miss ("don't like, don't read" and "you're responsible for what you read" being the standard etiquette, for one...) but plenty that I don't, too.
Also, if I may ask, are you by any chance a fan of Yu Yu Hakusho?
Yessss. I love it. I have so many discarded OCs from my teenage years from YYH, they were all ridiculously self-indulgent ofc. I do want to at some point write a few yandere YYH characters, but I haven't gotten any inspiration for it yet.
#I have a lot of random old vs new fandom thoughts lol#like oldschool 2005-2010 kingdom hearts fandom could not exist today because of how attitudes towards writing certain characters has change#or how there sure were a LOT of teenage girls & women making anime fanpages with games that let you torture female characters to death
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bein' completely honest here i have considered npd shu be4 soooo often cause the. the shoe fits (laugh please), i feel like his past & family environment cld really serve as a push, in the end cluster Bs r all jus' sets of survival & coping tactics ya adopt into yr personality as a result of unjust treatment & trauma <- this is true
nawt 2 armchair diagnose him but like we shall go over sum npd traits. cause we kno here it ain't jus' high self esteem (when the opposite is usually evident)
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intentionally or nawt i feel like exvalk shu especially fits the npd mold like dat was his entire character conflict /lh (i miss him)
> a grandiose sense of self-importance
need i say anythin'. listen 2 like the first shu voiceline in ! it was literally 'i am the emperor of ymnsk academy'. .. doesn't he also go as far as 2 declare himself the god of this world? like ''kono sekai no kami da' i remember dat. oh & how much stronger & imposin' his timbre was compared 2 how much softer his voice is rn. he was very much self-focused even though it manifested thru valkyrie, he was distinctly treatin' the unit as his creation & his own creation only. the focus on the self is very real
> a preoccupation with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love
i feel like if ya know shu ya will nod away at every single one of these cause. pre-fall valk <- dat wasn' even a fantasy, i feel like he was really narc-thrivin' back then cause it was the reality, they WERE on top. (srry if ya came here 4 thorough analysis i don' do that round here i jus' show ya smth & we both nod solemnly) success, power, brilliance, beauty, even ideal love (shnz wink?) - exvalk shu is both a perfectionist & a maximalist i think he craved it all, an' even when he has achieved great success he jus' can't get enuff, leadin' him 2 get overconfident 2 the point where he was /dat/ oblivious 2 his own (& valkyrie's, but at dat time he saw valkyrie as himself only, & the rest as just an extension, a tool) imminent demise practically laid out in front of him.
> a belief that he or she is special and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people or institutions
this guy?
the guy who calls the general public philistines & views ppl who don' adhere 2 the same high standards he holds 4 himself imbeciles?
> a need for excessive admiration
the 'go on, praise me more!' guy? it might seem at first like he'd b too prideful 2 outright ask 4 external validation but if ya really look a bit into it, he's very reliant on it.. i think it gets amplified by bein' an idol too, bein' very self conscious of yr image. ofc mr oshisan wld find himself in a field where the entire point is 2 b the center of attention & appraisal.
> a sense of entitlement
i think this jus' circles back 2 every other point i made...!!!! exvalk shu is control & acknowledgment hungry. he wants 2 step on n crush the skulls of every1 who is unworthy & soar thru the skies on the mechanical wings of valkyrie.. or wtv. he is intensely focused on his goal 2 the point of tunnel vision cause he fully believes himself 2 deserve the throne. no1 else can b above him. he despises 'commoners' & those below him yet who brought him all the recognition & glory? wats the expression? rest on yr laurels? dunno if 'm usin' it correctly!!!
i also hope i don' come off as dramatisin' too much. like ik marionette is literally jus' one story but i feel it dat much stronger, i guess. 4 (introject) reasons. i hope these things don' read as a huge stretch.
> interpersonally exploitive behavior
> a lack of empathy
> envy of others or a belief that others are envious of him or her
gettin' lazy. i feel like this cld jus' b self explanatory... i don' wanna go in depth into every single one 4 shu, esp cuz. ya don' need every single criteria 2 match. 4 a diagnosis. but if ya have any specific moments 4 this one feel free 2 add on 👍🏼
> a demonstration of arrogant and haughty behaviors or attitudes
#mika caws#srry like half of these r me goin' 'well it's self explanatory' but it rly is. cause i know him personally.#an' likr all of ya kno him closely too. i don' need 2 wrte an essay. we all kno it's true.#but also i feel da need 2 mention the self esteem bit cuz i feel like its a stereotype dat those with npd have jus'. an unshakable solid#high self esteem which is why they behave & carry themselves da way they do. which is nawt even half of da truth!#while yehs usually 'high' it tends 2 b very fragile cause the things they rely on 2 upkeep it r all said factors like#specifically external validation. individuals w npd tend 2 b deeply insecure n self loathin' too & struggle w low self esteem as well#idk if the high self esteem bein' described as like a 'mask' or a false front is veryyyy correct in the case of npd#i ain't sure how pw/npd feel ab it either so hey if any1 come across it feel free 2 input#but yea i feel like dat bit of nuance is important esp when ya look at exvalk's imminent fall & how strongly it affected shu's entire#interior & exterior. like wow wat a narc crash... r ya ok queen#if any1 finds thjs thru any search stuffs like. pls keep in mind this wasn' meant 2 breach containment#oh an' if sum parts of jt R indeed a stretch idgaf. so many of my exomemories focus on the exvalk period specifically so it's very saturate#in my head. i wasn' writin' this balls deep in marionette i was jus pullin' wat i have in storage
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i love how when we talk about portwell and rinis being racist, they talk right around it. like address the anti blackness you should towards gina?? but they don’t care to hold themselves accountable!
it’s baffling the way the show went out of its way to show us that gina was NOT in the wrong for dumping ej; they showed us that despite having very strong feelings for ricky in s2, gina had no intention of getting in between him and nini and somehow they painted her as the villain every single time.
in s2, she was slut shamed for having a crush… people were really slut shaming a teenager with a crush on a disney show and didn’t see anything wrong with that…
“poor nini, gina is a terrible friend for dating ricky” gina dated ej too… another one of nini’s exes and she didn’t care… she encouraged it even😭 they’re projecting their feelings onto nini because to me that’s one of the main reasons a lot of them shipped rini to begin with—
—they either 1). projected joshua and olivia’s irl dynamic that they had during interviews onto them or 2). projected themselves into that relationship— because let’s be honest, there were a lot of weirdos in the fandom back then especially after the ‘epic season finale kiss’ that rini had. i remember seeing GROWN people wanting rini to have sex scenes in s2 when these kids are like 16/17 on a disney show 😭
anyways as i was saying, with gina being a possible love interest for ricky, a lot of these weirdos couldn’t project onto her— that’s how it usually is for white fandoms when their fav white leads/white passing leads get a character of color/black character for a love interest. they start saying “they’re better off as friends/siblings :(“ “they have more chemistry with [insert other white character here]” or they say the typical “i really tried to get into them but it’s just so forced” line that i’ve seen used for various ships of mine across fandoms (e.g.: westallen, dansen, scira, dickkory, etc)
with portwell shippers, for most of them it’s always been about what gina can do for ej not what they can mutually do for each other. it’s always “ej deserves better” “poor ej deserves to be happy” “ej was there for gina when nobody was and THIS is how she thanks him 😡” “ej is trying his best why is gina so hard on him”
again, gina is the one being held to impossible standards; what gina wants or needs is not important to them— and then they wonder why they get called out for being racist?
this is getting long, but someone replied to one of my posts a few days ago (a reply i can’t see anymore for some reason?) but it was a post where i was defending gina from the fandom’s shitty takes and they said something along the lines “ omg she’s human not a god hold her accountable” and i was just ???
accountable for WHAT ? genuinely, i want to know what this poor girl did that is getting her villainized like this?
is it having unresolved feelings for ricky? because she wasn’t acting on them. she literally tried and tried to be a good gf to ej up until the last minute where she couldn’t stand being miserable anymore. besides, it’s not like ej wasn’t aware of the history rina had, he brings it up multiple times— so, i don’t get how ej knowingly entered a relationship with a girl with unresolved feelings for another guy, and he’s the ‘victim’ while gina is the ‘bad guy’ ? he knew what he was getting into
and yes i do feel sympathetic towards ej (despite his annoying fandom), his father is terrible but that doesn’t change the fact that he was making gina miserable and it doesn’t change the fact that they weren’t right for each other.
(sorry this got really long—)
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I’ve always imagined that Katsuki will grow to be a stoic man. I’ve always imagined that he will face a reckoning when he becomes a pro - when he loses for the first time. Like, really loses. When he’s fighting like a sonofabitch to save a kid from a building before it collapses. And he goes home after the fact, and it’s quiet. He’s alone.
There are no reporters or helicopters flying overhead. No one is screaming. There are no villains to blast into next week, no more paperwork to fill out, none of his annoying ass friends around to clap his shoulder with sad smiles on their faces and contrived one-liners about being strong and better luck next time.
There is only him. Alone. But not so quiet anymore.
He’s so hard on himself y’all. He starts in on the what if game, hearing his mother’s voice telling him, once again, how weak he is. Those old tapes playing on repeat “like it’s constantly on loop” inside of his head. He should’ve gotten there faster. He should’ve defeated the enemy sooner. He should’ve been able to hold that entire fucking building up all by himself.
That’s the monumental pressure he puts on himself, the impossibly high standard he holds himself to. Katsuki Bakugou, Perfectionist. He should have that shit trademarked and printed on business cards.
But as a hero, losing is something he has to learn to accept. And he does, in time.
He’s not omnipotent. Willful, yes. Dogged, yes. Obstinate and stubborn, gods help you, YES. But he’s not invincible.
He’s not going to win every single time. Everybody knows: you win some, you lose some.
Sooner rather than later, because he’s a quick learner, he makes peace with himself.
He heals and understands that his worth as a hero, his worth as a man is not contingent upon his ability or lack thereof to win every single battle. Rather, it’s in his resilience and his drive to keep fighting even if he fucking loses. To get right back up and take it like a man instead of beating himself up and engaging in the negative self-talk or letting his pride and ego determine his worth. To silence the old tapes and say, “You’re wrong, Ma.” Not with anger, but with matter-of-fact certitude and conviction because he’s right about this.
Katsuki - he wins the war.
He becomes a better man. Exercising patience and deep-breathing techniques is part of his strength training regimen now. He builds strength of character just as hard as he hits the weights.
This is the Katsuki I’m married to.
I can not accept the possibility that he’ll never be this man in canon. I staunchly refuse. He has the heart of a lion and the passion of a war god. Fuck canon. In my heart, he is indestructible. I love him endlessly and will never let him die. I’ll write him harder. I’ll go to war with my king and I’ll write him how he should be written because that’s what he fucking deserves.
Long live the king.
#katsuki my king 👑#kel speaks#tw.grief#weeping like a widow#I’ll keep him alive forever#long live the king#katsuki#katsuki bakugou#bakugou#katsuki bakugo#bakugo#mha spoilers#bnha spoilers
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🕷🔫💖 for khloe? (spider, pistol, sparkling heart)
MY BABY GIRL! MY HONEY! MY SWEETIE!!! I was so excited to see you ask about her!!!
This ask is for my Vampire the Masquerade character, Khloe Osbourne, a Ventrue Thinblood!
(Yes, Ralph-boob was necessary)
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
Khloe's biggest fear overall is letting down her coterie. She loves her boys deeply and definitely has unhealthily latched onto them, and the thought of them dying due to her mistakes or even just being hateful of her presence scares her immensely. She was just a lonely data-entry clerk homebody who suddenly has a closeknit community with a cause, she does NOT want to lose them. Possibly upsetting Christian - who she knows rationally is a good man who would understand and not hate her - makes her sweat. Breaking Ralph's heart? Oh God. Letting down Kyle who had helped her so much to get used to this shaky new world? Devastation.
Khloe does have a more IMMEDIATE and legitimately threatening fear: The Sheriff of Atlanta, Sir Godwynn Forrester. The coterie while trying to get some Thinblood hostages to safety came across him, firebombed him, and thanks to this MF having insane Fortitude he came out like a burning painting coming full T1000 at them. The coterie was like "Yeah that shouldn't be allowed to live." They got out of there, but the image is forever haunting them.
🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?
Damn this one is an intense one. Khloe is a bit in a jam. She definitely doesn't trust people EASILY, but she did fall hard and fast for her coterie companionship. Perhaps it's how gently they helped her transition to this new life while also not holding back the information she NEEDED to know. She trusts her coterie with her life - whether or not this will be a good or bad thing has yet to be seen in the Chronicle! Everyone outside of the coterie gets the hard side eye, and she runs through the board's (coterie's) opinions a few times over before deciding what to do. Thanks to the few encounters with Fullbloods she's had, she basically has a permanent distrust of every single one she meets. Khloe is a ride or die, and would have an awful time turning her back on those she's promised to. It would have to be extREMELY heinous of a situation for Khloe to give up. Khloe has had the normal "backstabbed" situations, very light and melodramatic, but she definitely hasn't fully experienced REAL backstabbery... yet. Her life before her Embrace was very mild and easy-going and she's still only a few months old. If given an ultimatum... it depends. Khloe was raised Christian, and while she's agnostic she's finding a bit of faith again, and it's giving her a bit of a martyr complex. She'd probably pick the grave over betrayal.
💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?
Khloe probably LOOKS like a subtle lover because her current lover - Ralph, a Nosferatu Thinblood - is so out there and show-offy that probably all else looks pale in comparison. Khloe is an open and loving woman who isn't embarrassed of her partner! She's had a few partners before that were pretty standard and normal, and while a private person she isn't SHY about PDA, but Ralph is a whole other animal and she's definitely getting more and more "YEP. THIS IS MY MANS. DEAL."
#personal#ask#kentuckycaverats#khloe#thinblood#vtm#vtm oc#vampire the masquerade#the poisoned peach: atl by night
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ok so i saw the 1776 2022 revival and omg
(spoilers for changes in the new revival. 100% worth it to see it if u can)
first of all: every single person in that show was amazing. literally not a single weak link. costume design: amazing. lighting and set: perfect.
what i liked:
they didn’t modernize it too much. yes there was a whole thing in “the egg” where they projected onto a curtain all the civil rights movements/protests/etc up to the present but other than that (and a couple other times where the characters broke the first wall to adress the crowd) it was fully set in Philadelphia, 1776. also i don’t think that show ever needs to be done with men again. having it all non men made all the voices blend so much better and let them all show off their (insane) talent. also, everyone who had a solo song (ex he plays the violin, lees of old virginia, etc) like went up an octave and showcased their vocals and it was so good.
what i didn’t like:
there honestly wasn’t that much i wasn’t in love with. i think jefferson could have had a little more personality tbh but her violin was incredible so im ok with it.
the true showstoppers of this show were “he plays the violin”, “mama, look sharp”, and “molasses to rum to slaves”. with “he plays the violin”, the actor who plays martha washington used to play christine daae on broadway and it SHOWS. that girl sang that song so perfectly. there were some issues with the pacing of it but i did like how adams and franklin left halfway through and left martha with just jefferson and showed how in love they were. i must say, i was not insanely impressed with martha jefferson’s character until she started singing but i guess it was more in line with who she was in real life rather than a girl like in the movies. also. when they first saw each other they danced. i was hoping for a kiss lmfao.
mama, look sharp:
power. vocals. like it was a powerful song made even more powerful by the godsend vocals. the scene didn’t start off lighthearted like in the movie and i think that was a good choice and when she started singing, billy’s mama (who also played hancock) came out and just started riffing over the instrumentals in a gospel style and good god it was amazing.
molasses to rum to slaves:
this hit so much deeper cause the audience was from boston. it was also so powerful watching the Black actors take off their congress coats and dance in front of the non Black actors. also rutledge put her everything into that song, she performed it and sang it so powerfully. it really cut the new englanders in the show and the audience to their core.
other misc notes and thoughts
southern accents are hot
slavery comes up a lot sooner in the revival; jefferson brings an slave to philadephia and there’s a scene where they’re reading the declaration of independence and when it’s like “we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal” and the slave is on stage and we see just how much of a hypocrite jefferson was.
the new scoring for the orchestra pretty much made the show. it modernized it and, especially with john and abby’s songs, it lifted them from pretty ok to amazing. like the way that the guitar came in. it was so good
jefferson’s coat was clearly a nod to hamilton lmao. it was a very nice coat too. and they gave her a red wig b/c of course
a lot more jefferson playing the violin
john adams was insane. she was just so good
the lees of old virginia was somehow. forgettable? like don’t get me wrong, it was amazing but because everything else was so good, it just happened and then was kind of forgotten
“the egg” got turned from a boring song to a rocking firery song about american revolutions etc it was great. also more violin
hahaha dickinson was such a karen like oh my god i loved it
1776 is kind of a hard show to pull off, what with so few female characters and the time period that it’s in (and the way it kinda glorifies the founding fathers) but i think the newest revival is the gold standard to how it should be performed.
ok i’ve probably forgotten a lot but i genuinely enjoyed it so much and i’m praying so hard that there’s a cast album so i can listen to eryn lecroy sing “he plays the violin” on repeat. and also a proshot. i would v much love a pro shot.
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While everyone else is watching season 4 of Lego Monkie Kid, which just released in dub version, I am watching THE VERY BEGINNING
Yeah I just started Lego Monkie Kid, and I very much regret not starting it sooner, and I wish I had heard about it sooner. Oh well, better late than never I suppose
I don’t know if I’ll review all the episodes, but I’ll at least review A Hero Is Born
First off let me rave about the animation: This is amazing. I haven’t watched anything else lego-wise, so I don’t know if it’s usual for them to have stellar animation, but this is literally some of the most amazing animation I have ever seen-and I have seen a lot of animation. It’s just, every single scene is so fluid and fun, and the scenes where they are not are stylized to be fun gags that perfectly display the emotions of the characters. And even if the animation wasn’t amazing, the way they have built (hehe) this Lego world is so beautiful. Everything looks so gorgeous and has this absolutely beautiful stylized look that I would say is on par with Spiderverse and Puss In Boots. In case I’m not clear, I’m just saying that how they design everything fits so perfectly when thinking about the media they actually come from. Like yeah this is how I would think a Lego world would look like! And oh my god the colors! They so bright and fun and work perfectly when you consider almost everyone in this world is yellow! It’s just such a beautiful show to look at! I haven’t seen the whole thing but I have to say right now, one of my favorite scenes is just MK delivering noodles and driving around this city, ugh I love it.
Okay so let’s start with the characters: I really enjoyed them all! I loved Mei so much,and I’ve only heard good things about her so I can’t wait to see more of her! Red Son was a fantastic funny villain, while I did enjoy his parents as more serious villains. I think I prefer Princess Iron Fan as a villain, she just seems a bit more grounded and serious compared to DBK who’s kinda over the top (like father like son!), but who knows maybe that will change. PIGSY AND TANG!!! I fucking adored them. Already I ship them, but every scene I see them I can’t help but think of their counterparts and laugh at how not them they are acting. And yeah, I absolutely love Dadsy, he cares so much for MK in this one episode and you can tell. And for Sandy, he’s adorable obviously but I just want to see him snap. I don’t know why but I really just want to see him fucking destroy something. I’m really disappointed I didn’t get to see much of Sun Wukong. Like I know it’s MK story but I’ve seen so much stuff of Sun Wukong I want to him to be here already dammit! Also yeah he’s definitely hiding more than he’s letting on. Now to MK! I love him. This is MY son and EVERYONE is required to be nice to him! He’s just a fun character, he reacts to things in such a normal way I absolutely love it. I can’t wait to see more of him.
Also, this episode was just hilarious. I loved all the jokes and visual gags. My favorite joke has to be during the race scene when Red Son pulls out the motorcycle and is like “You think I would build just one car!” AND HOLDS UP LEGO INSTRUCTIONS LMAO
Plot was, basic. The only thing I found really compelling was Princess Iron Fan, I’m not going to lie. I didn’t dislike it, it’s just a standard pilot plot so I didn’t care for it. I think I liked the first half more than the second half, because after Bull Demon King gets his armor, everything just goes so fast that I stopped really caring.
Now, my main problem with the episode is just, it was so incredibly rushed. Which listen I get it I do! It’s only one hour and they have to introduce the main conflict, introduce the whole cast, actually get the main conflict, actually get the resolution, and solve the main conflict. That’s hard to do with full length films, of course it’s going to be rushed. But, it did make it less enjoyable for me. I don’t know maybe it’s just a me thing, but I hope as I watch the seasons they’re able to slow down the story a lot more. Also, yes I know it’s a Lego show, but my god did they put so many obvious “we made this in order to make a toy” scenes! I get they have to sell toys but there was just way too many for one episodes. I hope they’re at least spread out in the next season.
And that’s my review! Sorry it’s not very put together, I was mostly just writing down whatever came to my mind about the episode. I might do season by season reviews, or a few episodes at a time. Either way I think this show might be a new favorite of mine and I’m excited where to go!
Also a few things: I don’t care for spoilers, and I have actively spoiled myself with this show. I also joined the fandom way before I even watched the show. You guys just make way too cool fanarts and edits Dammit! Anyway I don’t care if you spoil me in the comments lol, I probably won’t even realize what you are talking about until I get to that scene so, it’s all good
#uni talks about the universe#monkie kid#lego monkie king#lmk tang#lmk mei#lmk red son#lmk wukong#lmk Mk#lmk pigsy#lmk sandy#I’m really excited to see how this show goes!#and before I make any promises#I am very bad with keeping up with shows#so if I stop posting reviews it’s because I’m shit#that’s the reason
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Mr Steal Yo…
A Non-Canon Remi x Levi One-Shot
⚠️Content Warning⚠️
Public…sex? Some slight…psychics holes?…Smut
Author’s Notes: I had a craving. 🥵 Sorry it takes me so long to release fics guys, it’s been pretty rough. Between trying to keep with my personal life, work, writing, and all the shit piled on top of me one after the other, it’s hard to sit and write. Especially with ADHD 😭 Please enjoy🔥 @aller-geez owns Remi, and did the amazing cover art as always!
Description: There’s a new APP that’s matched Levi up on a blind date, and it doesn’t go in the cat’s favor. Bored to tears, a handsome stranger sitting at the bar catches his eye…
Levi fixed his hair and he pulled on his dark blue velvet suit looking himself up and down in the mirror, twisting his form back and forth to make sure every curve and crinkle was perfectly out of place. He sighed. “What am I even doing? Putting all this effort in for a stranger I dont even know,” He shook his head gently before stepping out of his house to be met with a jet black Tesla model 3, already the leopard had a chill roll down his spine. This was a bad idea. A Tesla? Dear god no. He waved nervously at the vehicle while the fairly tinted window rolled downward.
“Hey cutie! Are you my date tonight?” The driver of the vehicle waggles his eye brows. He was a boring looking man, your average black suit and tie, standard Wall Street hair cut, and honestly what the hell was he doing ? He should just turn around and go back inside, he should say 'Nope! I'm headed to an event, not sure what you mean!' yet, that would go against his character. It was possible the guy could surprise him and actually be super down to earth. Though it is a Tesla owner, and if someone is willing to give Elon Musk anymore money than he has, probably not a man Levi wanted to get to know. This man is going to either say something incredibly tone deaf, or problematic and the cat really wasn’t looking forward to educating anyone tonight. However, he willed himself forward and waved his hand, putting on his friendliest face.
“That’s me! You’re..Blake?” Levi asked cautiously, but still with purely masked joyful energy as he stepped closer to the car. His sky blues looked the vehicle up and down, it was spotless, like he'd just got it washed, and without a single scratch or dent. Clearly, the car was well loved and taken care of. Hm.
“Yup! Get on in, I’ve got a reservation for us at the nicest restaurant in town,” winking at the white haired male, who internally had to swallow the ick he was experiencing. Seriously? Couldn't they just go somewhere simple? The NICEST restaurant in town? Pretty unnecassary. Whatever, it's better than the guy who wanted to take him to Burger King a few weeks back. He'd prefer the rich people's disgustingly expensive whole foods, over processed cancer.
“Alright, awesome!” He said managing the fakest smile he could possibly muster in this uncomfortable situation. Levi reached for the handle of the vehicle but only pushed his hand into a flattened door. “Oh…uh..” tilting his head, perplexed. He'd heard about Teslas, but had never gone near one, let alone touched one, so the missing handle really threw him for a loop. How the hell do they get into the car?
“Oh sorry bout that,” the man then allowed the handles to come out from their compartment through the simple push of a button. Levi watched almost speechless as the handle slowly began available for his grasp, before taking hold and opening the door. Unnecassary. Why? 'This vehicle is so fucking pretentious,' he thought to himself as he began to buckle the seatbelt, surprised it too wasnt some sort of spaceship activated device.
“Fancy,” he chuckled breathlessly, nervous, creeped out, he did not like wealthy people typically. Especially the flashy ones. After he slid inside and closed the door, the feeling of uneasiness overwhelmed him as he tried to completely mask the fact he was tapping his fingers anxiously against the seat. Almost unexpectedly, Blake sped off down the street, as if they were in Fast and Furious. This was a residential, what the hell was he thinking? In a Tesla no less? 'Sir, you don't own a ferrari, calm the fuck down,' the leopard scoffed inside his head. Levi was feeling incredibly uncomfortable sitting in the passenger seat, yet, not realizing how much worse that level of discomfort would rise when the man's hand came sliding over his thigh, gripping it tightly in his large palm. It took every cell in the smaller's body to simply not bite the man.
“So, what do you do? You’re real cute…Can’t believe that app actually works,” laughing carelessly and tossing yet another stupid wink over into Levi’s direction. The cat masked a perfectly executed smile to hide the truth, he was not in agreeance, in fact he was disgusted. The app was supposed to match you with a COMPATIBLE blind date, every person who joins is interviewed, and then has their background checked by the app staff. It’s $10 a month. Supposedly, it matches you to someone that meshes well with you. Levi felt scammed. How the hell did he get matched with this pompous guy? He wanted to go home and demand a refund.
“Oh well, I am a model and adult entertainer online,” The leopard spoke casually shrugging his shoulders as he struggled to even bother looking at the man. His cerulean blues tracing the lines along the side of the road outside his window, as they passed them by at increased speeds.
“Oh? So like Only fans?” Blake looked curiously but, with a hint of excitement towards the cat, whom suddenly felt very put off by the expression. That was a little too quick of a guess.
“Yeah,” Levi replied with a flattened tone, trying not to heavily invest himself in explaining the logisitics of his profession. He had heard all sorts of judgements and criticisms about his profession before and he didn't want to deal with that on a first date. Not to mention, the stereotypes which, this guy gave him massive fetish vibes. Would probably prompt himself as 'well endowed' and 'great on camera'…gag. The rest of the car ride was filled with awkward silences and small talk that Levi didn't really care for. Mostly just Blake talking about his business trips over seas, and how he should take Levi to the next yacht party. Though the leopard acted excited to recieve the invite, he wanted to toss himself out of the moving vehicle rather than be caught dead on a Yacht with a bunch of corporate dildos.
"Enough of me though, onlyfans huh? That's hella sexy," the leopard could almost feel the eye roll he was stifling inside his skull. Was this dude serious right now? God, what a tool. Levi managed to pry his head from the window to muster up an Oscar award worthy smile.
"Thanks! Means a lot to hear that," lying through his teeth, he'd heard it a million and one times. 'Sexy' How obtuse. For once he just wanted to have an intellectual conversation about his career, not perverted intrusions. 'How much can you fit? Do you film with others? Whats your biggest?' Mindless, vulgor comments that never lead anywhere but having to shatter a fragile ego.
The car came to a halt in front of a posh restaurant; 'Très bon' how lame, so the restaurant is called 'Very good'? That's a joke. This was the sort of place Levi would never have visited on his own. He hated French food, and he hated places surrounded by the 'Bourgeois'. Blake got out of the car and opened the door for Levi, who stepped out, grateful for the fresh air instead of drowning in whatever expensive cologne the man had drenched himself in. They walked towards the entrance, and as they got closer, Levi's heart sank. The restaurant was filled with people they both knew were of high society, and he didn't want to be seen with a man like Blake, especially in such a public place. It might cause a stir amongst them, being perceived by a bunch of wealthy snobs is the farthest thing from being on his bucket list of experiences.
Blake seemed accustomed to this kind of environment, walking with the confidence of someone who frequented this place often. Was this a popular date spot? Was Blake often spotted bringing someone here with him? Was it usually a man? Levi felt like he had eyes on him from every corner of the building, he tried to pay no mind and keep his attention forward. Blake led him towards the back dining area, which Levi was relieved to see was much sparcer than the front through which they came. They took their seats while a waiter in full tux approached their table, and before Levi could secure a cheek into his chair, Blake ordered wine for them both. "Bottle of Romanee-Conti 2019, thanks," without so much as even looking in the server's direction. Another wave of ick rolled over the cat's shoulders. Send. Help.
"I hope you like it," he said, looking now at Levi with a smile that made the leopard feel uneasy. He would give anything to be swooped up and out of this particular situation but he sat gracefully and tried to put on that same award winning fake smile. Get through the date, ghost the man. It would be fine.
"Never been here before, it's very …" he paused, he didn't want to say something rude, but truthfully he was finding himself at a loss in his vocabulary. It wasn't too often he praised or acknowledged places this expensive.
"Posh," finished Blake promptly interrupting the cat's thought, chuckling. "I come here often for business, but I thought it would be a nice change of pace to bring a date, it's just so romantic," He reached across the table, taking hold of Levi's hand. "You're a refreshing change of pace, you know that? So different from the usual crowd I mingle with." Barf. Barf. BARF. Levi wanted to scratch the man's eyelids off. This place? Romantic? Far from the leopard's personal views, that's for sure.
Levi bit his lip, feeling disgusted by the man's touch. It was like a shiver of spiders crawling up and down his back. He hated it. He wanted to pull his hand away but didn't want to offend Blake and risk a scene. "Thank you," he said politely, pulling his hand back naturally and taking a sip of the beverage that had been placed in front of him now. It tasted dry and bitter, but he forced himself to swallow it down. "Thank you, as well," he looked up to the waiter and nodded, someone has to treat the staff like people around here. The man seemed surprised but bowed with a gentle smile before leaving the bottle behind and allowing them to scan their menus.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what made you choose your line of work?" Blake leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. Levi wanted to groan outwardly, here we go again.
The cat shifted in his seat, feeling his cheeks flush. "It's just something I fell into. I needed the money, and I was really good at marketing myself so it just sort of, worked I guess….I suppose I continue cause it gives me freedom," his eyes avoiding contact as he scanned through the foreign menu. "What about you? What do you do for a living?" Desperate to change the subject, hoping that Blake would stop asking him about his damn job. Which it seemed with types like these if you give them even so much as a centimeter in length of prying about their achievements, they'll never shut up.
"I'm a businessman, and Investor mostly, I've taken over for my father in the same line of work," Blake replied simply, taking a sip of his own glass, but the way he did it still had an aura of narcissism. Oh great, familial wealth. So his achievements are built off the backs of his predecessors. "I invest in startups, and I'm pretty successful at it. I'm not exactly what you'd call a self-made man, but I do pretty well for myself." He grinned, looking more pleased than he probably should be, morally.
Levi nodded, not knowing what else to say. He wasn't even remotely impressed by what this man has and hasnt done in his lifetime. This man was dryer than a desert, and it was like the second the leopard had asked a question about him, the flood gates were unlocked. Levi felt himself slowly slinking into the abyss of insanity as he mentally screeched through anything his ‘date’ had to share. It was about the time Blake was yaddering on about his exotic car collection that the white haired man noticed someone staring at him from across the way, sitting at the bar. He had jet black hair, and glowing emerald eyes, and was shockingly handsome. Wildly out of place in a ritsy environment such as this, though he seemed fairly dressed for the part, something behind those eyes told Levi he wasnt like the putrid waste inside this establishment. It had him fairly curious. Between trying to pretend he was in fact paying attention dropping the "Oh wow!" and "That’s amazing," lines every few seconds, he'd look for any excuse to turn his attention back to the man at the bar. He noticed him, and he was noticed right back.
Every time Levi's eyes flashed in his direction, he was just sitting there in a full smirk, sipping dark liquid from an ice filled glass. The cat couldn't help but feel drawn to the mysterious man staring him down so obviously. He was like a magnet, pulling Levi in with his intense gaze. The leopard found himself getting lost in those emerald eyes, wondering what kind of person this stranger was, what he was doing there? Why he couldnt seem to look away just as much as himself? He tore his gaze off just long enough to look back at Blake, who was still talking incessantly about his wealth and possessions. The contrast between the two men was stark, and it only made Levi antsier in his current seated position. Who is this man?
As Blake prattled on, Levi found himself getting more and more restless. He wanted to know more about the man at the bar, but he also didn't want to off set Blake, this was not a setting the leopard felt comfortable to blow off a high status investor. At least not without certainty he had an escape plan. Instead he gazed longingly across the way, unbeknownst to Blake. Giving the man only miniscule amounts of responses back, though good enough, he brought his glass to his lips slowly, eyeing the stranger down with obvious interest. The stranger raised a single eyebrow, amused. Levi flashed the man a coy smile and a swift wink of his eye before he realized there was a lull in Blake's chattering. Quickly the cat looked over at Blake to see him, thankfully, looking over the menu and just in time snapped it shut. "I know what I'll order us," immediately Levi taken away from the fantasy of the stranger as he realized he was suddenly stripped of his dinner autonomy. Just when he was about to speak up for himself there was a sudden change in atmosphere.
Almost as if his screaming thoughts could be heard from across the way, the man at the bar had gotten up and confidently strode across the room in the time frame of Levi looking away. He walked up to the table and introduced himself, sticking his hand out to the leopard. He was wearing a dapper grey gingham patterned suit, red tie that contrasted well with his green eyes and red plugs. Levi jumped a bit in his seat, not having expected the man to approach them so boldly, but honestly grateful he did, without hesitation he took the outstretched appendage. Remi slowly bent at the waist and brought it up to his mouth.
"My name is Remington, you can call me Remi," he said in a low, deep voice pressing his lips tenderly to the top of the male's delicate freckled hand, releasing it slowly after. His eyes never leaving Levi's, almost hungry as they stared through each other intensely. "I don't mean to intrude on your evening…but I couldn't help but notice you from across the way. I was wondering if we could chat for a bit?” He finished his sentence with a charming smile that left Levi completely captivated - melted like butter under his presence.
Blake had noticed the newcomer too, and seemed more than slightly offended by his presence and performance. "Who are you?" a tone that could cut through leather, looking between Remi and Levi suspiciously, almost prepared to come to a full stand as his hands gripped the edge of the table.
The much larger man, didn't even bat an eye; instead, he turned slowly over to Blake and smiled, and it was almost welcoming if the atmosphere didn't say otherwise. "Look, bud, I've watched you bore the beautiful blue velvet off this gorgeous man's suit..with much confidence I can say, I've held his interest for a total of 25 minutes while you've gabbed on about your…." looking him down, then up, and shaking his head with a scoff. "Accomplishments, but it seems, I've gotten his attention in far fewer syllables…and I think, but don't want to assume," putting his hand out to Levi as if to excuse himself for being presumptuous. "That I could show him a much better time than you… it seems money can buy you ALMOST, everything…." winking over at the leopard that brightened up in a furious blush.
"Excuse me??" Blake immediately shot up from his seat finding the reason he'd been looking for, but found himself at a loss when he realized he was a sad 3 inches shorter and far, less equipped. It didn't stop him though. "I'll have you kicked out of here so fast…Do you even kno-…" suddenly cut by the leopard who shoved himself out of his own seat coming to a full stand, slamming his palms flat against the table causing everything on it, to clink and clatter..a few stray heads turned now to look at the commotion.
"Actually, Remington here is correct, would you believe that? A man I've never so much as spoken to can read me better than one that picked me up outside my home…." Levi smirked a bit, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through him while he tried to remain composed. "I'm going to continue this night, with this lovely gentleman, please lose my number," picking up his things, Levi turned to leave with the tall dark stranger, but not before giving Blake a final glare. Who stood, dumfounded and slack jawed as he watched them disappear. He felt strangely empowered by the way Remington had come to his rescue, but also allowed him to stand up for himself. This only made him feel even more drawn to the mysterious man.
Once they were outside, Remi turned to Levi, another flashy smirk on his face. "I hope I didn't overstep my bounds," Clearly genuine though his voice low and smooth, he fished through his jacket pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarettes. Finding it, he took it out and pulled one out of the box and up to his lips. "I just couldn't bear to see a beautiful man like yourself being bored to tears by that pompous ass." He chuckled loosely, adjusting the lapels on his jacket after sparking up the cancer stick and taking a low drag, he exhaled away from Levi's face. Hands coming back up to pat himself down, making sure he hadn't left anything behind.
Levi felt himself blushing yet again at such a simple comment, but maybe, it was more because someone so handsome was wasting any time on him. "You didn't overstep anything," he said, smiling. "Honestly, I was just about to lose my mind in there…typical suit..but you? What were you doing there? You don't seem like a typical corporate drone…what's your story?" Levi asked cautiously looking the stranger up and down. His suit was posh, very nice, yet the man himself seemed, different. His hair wasn't crew cut and boring but long, almost unkempt in a very purposeful way. He also adonished facial piercings, something most snobs didn't seem to have in places like that. He was definitely an outsider if Levi could pick one out from the crowd.
Remi couldn't help himself but grin as he suddenly found he was now under the spot light, taking another drag from his cigarette while looking towards the night sky. "I'm just a man trying to survive in this world," he responded cryptically. "I don't really fit in with the corporate crowd, but I have my ways of making money. Let's just say, I have a few connections," He looked at the cat flashing his perfectly white teeth with that same hypnotizing smile, those captivating emerald eyes sparkling mischievously. Levi could feel himself being easily lost inside them. The conversation sort of died there, the smaller could tell when someone wasn’t ready to open up.
The cat couldn't help this continued feeling of intrigue though, as he stood so closely now to the much taller man. He had a dangerous aura about him that was both exhilarating and terrifying. "So, what do you want to do now?" he asked, trying to keep the evening from also dying out. "I don't exactly have any plans for the rest of the night…" sort of trailing off. Levi wasn't really sure where they go from here, is he now on a date with this man? Or should he just go back home and call it in and thank him for the rescue?
With a quick shrug of his shoulders and taking one last long drag of his cigarette, flicking the rest out into the street, he took Levi's hand in his own, and then he responded. "Well, how about we go on an adventure?" his voice low and seductive. "I know of a place where we can actually feel comfortable, and have some fun."
"Hm, well, okay, but you promise to bring me back to my house alive and not like, wrapped in a box for my roommate to find right?" the white haired man giggled a bit, nervously almost, but he was relatively sure the man wasn't going to eat his skin.
"Well, not NOW…you took all the fun out of the surprise!” Remi scoffed rolling his eyes with a large grin and bump of the other's shoulder. "No worries, kid, you're safer with me in this whole city than anyone else," something about the tone of his voice and the reassurance on his face that left the cat feeling confident in the presence of the man, before suddenly a long black limo pulled up to the two men.
"Limo?" Levi raised his eyebrow looking between the vehicle and Remi now. It was going so well…yet, the leopard was holding some reserve to judge the wolf so quickly.
"Just to get me back to my bike, parked about 10 blocks back, that cool ? I don't park my shit out here…too risky," Remi opened the door to the back of the long car he raised a thin black brow and paused. "Unless…you WANT to walk? Limo too much? It's just to blend in honestly," Levi suddenly chuckled, shoving his judgements aside for the moment and stepped forward to crawl into the leather seats.
"It'll do…intrigued to see this fancy bike you keep talkin about though," as they both got comfortable in the back of the vehicle, Remi chuckled loudly at the smaller's remark.
"I mentioned it once!" They both fell into a short fit of laughs before the raven haired man turned to him, trying to catch his composure he took a few serious breaths. "So what were you doing on a date with that buffoon anyway?" casually the larger reached over for a glass, filling it with a little over a shot of the whiskey provided inside the limo. Levi watched him carefully, feeling still uncomfortable in this setting but a lot more comfortable with the change of company.
"Honestly, I tried that stupid blind date app and it totally screwed me.." he only laughed to try and hide the sheer embarrassment that came with admitting it.
"Seriously? Why do you need an app? I have a super hard time believing you don't have people throwing themselves at you," Remi sat back down, stirring his drink in a circular motion with the tip of his pinky while he observed the other's body language.
"Yeah, not quality people though…I don't want to be an object, or a trophy to someone," Levi spoke sincerely while he ran the pad of his thumb against the textured fabric of his pants. He felt nervous being this vulnerable with someone he just met, but somehow the man made him feel, safe.
Remi nodded with understanding, taking a sip of his drink. "I get that," he said, his voice softening. "It's hard to find genuine people these days. Everyone just seems to be out for themselves." He paused, his eyes flickering over to Levi. "But I have a feeling you're different. I can sense a realness in you that's rare," speaking with honesty as their gazes connected.
Levi blushed at the compliment, feeling a warmth spread through his chest as his heart began to beat a bit faster. "Thank you," he said softly, taking a moment to truly appreciate the beauty in the other man's face. It was as if every line and curve was perfectly sculpted, Levi almost felt intimidated by Remi's good looks. "You seem to have a good read yourself which can mean you've done a lot of reflection,"
Remi shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I've had to learn how to read people pretty well in my line of work," he said very vaguley. "But that's a story for another time." He raised his glass back to his lips and finishing the contents while the limo pulled up to a dimly lit parking lot behind a very tall building. "Shall we?" He turned to the cat, extending his arm, and while Levi linked arms with the stranger and felt slightly nervous about their whereabouts, he still also felt a sense of excitement.
They exited the limo and walked across the lot, and while Levi peaked around the vehicles that were scattered amongst the spaces, he locked eyes on the only motorcycle in the area. A black and green, Aston Martin X Brough Superior AMB 001 Pro, Levi only knew what it was because he'd seen it in a magazine at the auto shop once getting an oil change. It had caught his eye in the way he couldn't believe motorcycles looked like that now, couldn't deny it was fucking sick in person.
"Sorry she's a little flashy, it's my newest ride, I really worked hard to save but it's definitely been worth it…you cool with it?" he asked pulling two helmets from his side bags. There was a certain energy in his voice that was almost embarassed by the bike. Yet, Levi was actually stunned beyond belief, he shook his head, taking the helmet being offered to him.
"I've literally never seen a bike like this in person, this is pretty amazing…and the paint on it is gorgeous…suits you," he looked up and flashed a quick grin, sliding the helmet over his head.
"Well, thanks, I'm glad you appreciate her…" unable to hold back the grin on his own face to see he could still impress the other in a slightly materialistic way, it just had to be done right. For Levi, it wasn't the flash, or the title of owning it but the value it held to someone, sentimentally. If it truly meant something and it was a goal to achieve, it had to be appreciated. Loved. Not just valued for the status it brought.
Each male swung themselves over the seats of the bike, getting comfortable while Levi slid his arms around the large man's solid and toned waist. Remi revved the engine and the bike roared to life beneath them. Levi couldn't help but feel a thrill of adrenaline coursing through him as they zoomed off into the night, the wind whipping through his clothes as they flapped loosely around him. They weaved in and out of traffic, the bike hugging the road as they leaned into sharp turns. It was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but Levi trusted Remi completely for some inner sense within his body told him to.
After some time of zipping through different scenes of night life, they finally pulled up to a small dive bar on the outskirts of town. The neon sign flickered above them, casting a soft glow on the street below. Remi parked the bike and they dismounted, removing their helmets as they made their way inside. "What's this place?" Levi asked curiously while fixing his jacket and pants as they were making their way inside, Remi waved up to the bouncer who simply nodded in response. "Best bar in town," Remi turned to flash the cat another smile, every time he did that the cat felt himself become more and more obsessed with seeing it. The bar was dimly lit and packed with people, a live band playing in the corner.
Remi led them to a small table in the back corner, ordering them both a round of drinks. Levi leaned back in his chair, feeling more relaxed now that they were out of that hoity toity cesspool. "So you come here often then?" asking curiously he picked up one of the loose menus going over it and almost salivating at the options. "They got deep fried catfish here??" his eyes brightening at the sound of such a treat.
The wolf watched over Levi as he rummaged through food options, he chuckled taking a huge sip of the IPA he ordered. "Yeah, ain't no place quite like it…" sighing with contentment before setting the beer back down. "I honestly don't like fish so I couldn't tell you how good it is, but I fuck with the steaks they serve," the man spoke genuinely while he seemed to protectively glance about the area they were sitting in, it was peculiar to Levi, was he expecting someone to fulfill a hit tonight? He tilted his head slightly before the wolf looked back to the cat, back to a full grin once he realized he was being watched.
Levi laughed, shaking his head. "Well, I'll just have to try both then," smiling at each other for longer than most people that just met typically would, closing the menu and setting it aside. "So, what's your line of work anyways? You mentioned having to read people," Levi leaned forward, his curiosity still piqued while he reached a hand out to trace his fingertips tenderly across the top of Remi's hand that rested on their table.
Remi hesitated for a moment before deciding to take a chance on vulnerability if he was ever going to earn that back. "I'm in the business of protection," he said, his voice low and serious moving in closer to the other now as he continued to speak. "Sometimes people need someone to watch their back, and that's where I come in…I had a meeting with a potential client at that restaurant today, that's why I was there," his answer was much different than what Levi would have assumed it was, truthfully he almost passed the man off as a drug lord. He also almost felt like an asshole now for assuming so.
Levi's eyes widened, impressed. "Wow, that's really cool. You're like a modern day Batman then," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Remi did his best to stifle a large boistrous laugh at the man's comparison finding it so far out of his category, he stifled himself and swirled his drink in hand before responding with a shake of his head. "I wouldn't say that…" still being rather vague, not wanting to delve too deeply into his line of work, unsure how far this date would lead them, he couldn't give away too much.
"What about you, what do you do?" yet the second he asked it, Remi suddenly felt the energy shift and he cleared his throat. "Unless you don't wanna…" his gaze sharply turned to avoid eye contact.
"No, it's fine, I just, get nervous that people will think of me differently? It's really not that big of a deal, just…it's why dating can be a tad difficult for me," They were both avoiding eye contact at this point before what he said rang through the wolf's head and the gears inside started to move. Turning slowly, Remi then reached up to take Levi's chin in the crook of his index and thumb to face him now.
"Whether you wish to disclose it or not, no matter what it is you do for work, I won't pass any judgements on you, alright? Unless your job is to like….kill ME specifically then that may, I don't know, hurt my feelings a bit," winking with a confident smile, hoping the touch of humor would make the cat feel a bit more secured by his presence. Levi smiled back at him, a hint of assurance hidden behind his sparkling cerulean eyes, it seemingly worked.
"What a twist that would be…" he giggled back, finding himself feeling much more comfortable than he had an hour ago. "My main income is OnlyFans as a solo creator but, I also do modeling for many different things, I make mostly fetish content," his cheeks turned up into a lightly dusted pink hue and his body suddenly felt very hot all over, yet all the nerves melted away when he noticed that Remi's expression didn't seem to melt or twist into one of disgust or even overt excitement. Instead he simply pursed his lips and nodded.
"That's pretty awesome, so then that means you're your own boss right? Or do you have like a management team?" the leopard felt refreshed by genuine questions about his job. He seemingly beamed at the opportunity for intellect. Substance.
"Yeah! I'm my own boss, which can be pretty stressful, but I prefer it to answering to anyone or having to be tied to a team that's sucking my profits, you know?" he answered before reaching over and taking the beer that had been brought out. He hated beer, but he would drink it for now as it was in front of him, and he was actually enjoying the company of another man, so he didn't want to get up. Taking it to his lips he took a swig and did his best to hide the fact it was absolutely terrible. The two of them seemingly just smiling at each other with nothing more to say, yet Remi did open his lips to respond at last.
"Oh absolutely, I think that's probably the smartest way for Adult creators to do business, it's a bigger load to carry but at least you know you're being paid the maximum and there's no one to be mad at but maybe the economy on a slow season," responding with a lift of his beverage, he spoke so elequently to the other it was almost suspicious. Was this a prank? Levi truly wanted someone to slap him cause he thought he was dreaming.
"I guess, you could say that…It's definitely nice being your own boss, but it has some drawbacks, like, I don't always want to wake up and take pictures of my b-hole you know? But I gotta," They both broke into a quieted gaggle of laughs before the wolf nodded with understanding.
"Yeah, no, I get that, for you it's your butthole and for me, it's rich assholes that treat everyday common citizens as the enemy…I feel like your job is much more empowering," Remi spoke thoughtfully as he considered the differences in their line of work but also noting the similarities. They both provided a clearly needed service but, Remi often felt like he was protecting the wrong side of the fence, without a whole lot of choice in the matter. He admired that the cat could accept or decline clients as he pleased. For Remi, it wasn't always that simple.
"I mean you're not wrong, in most instances I can say no, but I imagine that's harder for you to do if your biggest clientele is shady rich folk," Levi responded, acknowledging how hard it must be to sometimes sell your soul in a way that you have no control over. The wolf almost taken back at being so seen, and so quickly, without much of him to bounce off of. 'There is something about this man,' they bother equally thought, silently, to themselves, at the same time.
Remi nodded, his expression growing serious once again. "Yeah, sometimes it can be tough to maintain my integrity, but I always try to do the right thing…even if it means going against my clients," he said, determination in his voice. "I may not be able to change the world, but I can make a difference in my own way…there are SOME lines I refuse to cross no matter what's at stake," trying to seemingly reassure Levi that, things weren't so bad, he did have convictions.
Levi smiled at the wolf while ocean eyes laid back on those same glowing emeralds, admiring his strength. "You're a good man, Remi," he spoke softly. "I'm glad I met you tonight."
Remi felt a warmth blossom from within his chest at the cat's words. "I'm glad I met you too, Levi," he said, reaching across the table to take the other man's hand in his own, picking it up and taking it to his lips to place a soft peck against the back of it just as he had done when he first introduced himself. They gazed at each other for a moment, the energy between them palpable. After a few minutes went by, Remi cleared his throat and then brought his attention back down to the menus before them. "Did you want me to order us some food? I'm buyin'," tossing a sharp wink. Immediately, Levi sat up much straighter and nodded his head so quickly it was almost surprising.
"Absolutely! I want the fried catfish and coleslaw," wiggling in his seat, so much more excited for Southern bar eats than boujie french crap. The wolf laughed a bit, it was breathy as he came to a standing position.
"Gross, but you got it," Levi narrowed his eyes and stuck his tongue out before they both shared another playful laugh. "I'll be right back," The leopard watched closely as the man made his way across the space to place their order up at the bar. Levi waited patiently, never seeming to lose sight of his tall date. He didn't take the time to look around, check his phone or even concern himself with some of the drama ruminating about. He just quietly, and almost excitedly waited for the man's return. When Remi turned around upon finishing out the order, he noticed the little leopard's ceruleans still baring down on him as he made his trek back to the their table. "You watchin' me this whole time?" he asked almost surprised he had such a pull on the small male, it was flattering and incredibly adorable.
"Yeah, why not? You're the most interesting thing in this place," the cat said ernestly, the taller couldn't help but reach out and run his long fingers through the other's soft tuft of white hair.
"You're cute," pulling away only to slide back into his chair but this time, he leaned forward and grabbed the edge of Levi's seat, dragging him in closer. The cat was now more or less in between his legs but still in his own seat. "Hope you don't mind, I wanted you to be closer," smirking as his hands stayed gripping the seat’s edge.
"Not at all, if you couldn't tell, I kind of like you, MUCH more than the shitty date I paid to be on," they both shared another round of laughs as they continued to get to know each other. They each took turns telling short stories about how they grew up, and where they were from, how they got out here. It wasn't too long before their meals were being placed in front of them. Immediately interrupted by the intense, and amazing smells of their food. "Oh man, this smells fantastic," the leopard salivated as he gazed over his order.
"Right? Oh man, I am so hungry," their table fell silent of conversation as now it was filled with the sounds of eating, some sounds sloppier than others. Aka Remi shredding his meal as if he hasn't ever eaten in his life, and then Levi, politely picking and tearing at his plate.
As they were just starting to finish up and pat off their faces, the band on stage began to play a slow, romantic tune, and Remi stood up, taking advantage of the sudden change in atmosphere. He offered his hand out to the small male. "Care to dance?"
Levi smiled, his heart beating faster at the sight of the wolf's outstretched gesture. "I'd love to," he said, taking Remi's hand with his own and allowing himself to be guided onto the small dance floor. Remi wrapped his arms delicately along the back of Levi's waist, while the cat placed his over the man's broadened shoulders. The other patrons of the bar seemed to fade away as they swayed together, lost in the music and each other's embrace. "I think this is the nicest date I've ever been on," the cat admitted, his head was resting against Remi's chest but the wolf had keen hearing and could hear it above the slow song playing behind them.
"I'm glad to hear it, you deserve a nice date, honestly you deserve an extrodinary date, but nice is a start," they both shifted against each other's bodies as they responded to the joke.
"It's still early, it could very well turn into extrodinary, I believe in you," this did spark a new sense of hope, and adventure inside of Remi. He grinned brightly with his face buried into the other's silkened strands of hair that sat a top his head.
As the song came to a close, with ideas having swirled through his brain during the rest of the track, Remi leaned down to whisper in Levi's ear. "You ever been on a ferris wheel?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "There's a dock about 15 minutes from here, they have one of those rocking ones, what do you say? You down?"
Levi's breath caught in his throat, his body responding to the wolf's proximity. "Let's do it!" he replied, his voice barely above a whisper but trembling with excitement.
Remi grinned, his eyes sparkling with almost a child like wonder. For years, he'd wanted to take someone out there, but it had to be someone special. Someone worth experiencing it with, he was certain Levi was that someone, a date to remember for the both of them, plus they could hit up some of the corny games afterwards. "Alright then, let's go," he said, taking the cat's hand in his own and leading him out of the bar.
As they walked outside, the cool night air hit them, causing Levi to shiver slightly. Remi immediately noticed and took off his jacket, draping it over the smaller man. "Can’t have you being cold now," he said, his voice gentle and considerate as he fit it to sit comfortably across the other's body. This simple act, without even having to ask or say something, made the small cat's chest flicker and race. Remi wrapped his arm casually but protectively around the other's shoulders now, walking and guiding them to their next destination, every so often, they'd catch each other trying to steal a glimpse. Remi chuckled about the 4th time and smirked. "You starin' at me, huh?" to which the leopard found himself blushing again and rolling his eyes.
"Yeah? What of it?" it was simply undeniable the chemistry these two shared, they'd never felt such an instant connection, it was so easy. Every flow of topic, and the way they seemed to fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces. It only kept them out later and later as neither wanted the night to end.
"Maybe I like it, okay," both of them still choosing to steal a glimpse or two at one another in between maintaining their footing to walk, glowing emeralds against sky blue orbs. Remi cleared his throat as they started getting closer to their destination. "I can see it up ahead," he pointed out the large unmissable circular ride that glowed brightly in the night sky.
Eventually, they made their way to the entrance of the dock, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling their ears. The Ferris wheel loomed ahead of them, its bright lights seemed to make the night sky seem brighter. Remi led the leopard over to the ticket both. "Two please," holding up two fingers to represent the amount of tickets he'd like before fishing through his pocket for his wallet.
"That'll be $10," the clerk asked while tearing off two tickets. Remi pulled out a 10 dollar bill and slid it over, exchanging goods with the employee before they turned around and towards the Ferris Wheel. "Alright! Lets do this! I have been wanting to come here for so long," he grinned, subconsciously snaking his hand back around the smaller male's waist almost like they'd been together for so long and it was just habit at this point. Levi didn't seem to mind the slightest.
"Yeah? Why not?" the leopard asked curiously as they stood in line waiting for their opportunity to get on a cart. Standing toward the side for Remi to present their tickets.
"Just wasn't the right time," the man spoke with an energy of distance, like he didn't want to admit how lonely life in his career had made him. The cat took the hint and managed to let it slip away. Soon, they were being ushered into one of the various swaying carts, trying to keep their balance as they sat opposite ends of each other.
"This is kind of terrifying," Levi noted as he was scanning all around them, eventually their door closing. He sat incredibly still in the middle of the bench on one side. Hands at his knees trying to keep the obvious trembling in his legs at bay.
"Too terrifying to enjoy…? You can always come over here if you're too scared," he wiggled his eyebrows patting the seat beside him. The white haired male considered it but found himself unable to move.
"But….if I move we'll go rocking that way and I could fall over! Hit my head! Then I'm bleeding out in the Ferris Wheel for what?" Remi unable to hold back the laugh that escaped his lips, he shook his head.
"Oh my god, is it that serious? Are you really that scared?" he asked genuinely while the laughs began to subside and he went to reach out a hand to the other. Yet, when their cart shifted Levi found himself sitting further back, gripping the edge of his bench.
"Okay….I may have overestimated my innate sense of adventure…I don't like this…" his eyes looking back and forth between the outside mechanics attaching the cart to the wheel, and as well as the outside ground and how far they were starting to creep away from it. Remi's face turned serious and he realized that this wasn't the fun and games he imagined for them, and was starting to feel terrible about it. Almost guilty for turning such a nice date into one of traumatizing memories. 'Real smooth, Rem,' he inwardly cursed himself.
"Hey.." he said softly, and in a quick motion he got up, and switched over to Levi's side, causing the entire cart to shift quickly and send them sliding back. The cat feeling a complete rush of panic shooting through him as the cart began to quickly slip back, he turned to grab at Remi's jacket and force himself flush up against the wolf with a sharp squeak escaping his lips. "Hey..you're good," Remi cooed softly, rubbing the other's back as he slid his arms around him. "My bad, honestly if I knew this would give you the spooks I'd have chosen something else for us to do," he said nervously, now completely regretting his decision. Levi's face buried into the man's shoulder he shook his head back and forth.
"No! No! it's great! really….I've just never..done this? So I guess I'm having a hard time focusing on anything but possible death," chuckling sheepishly behind the wolf's lapels before he felt the man's hand come up under him from his chin, lifting his face now to meet the other's gaze.
"Focus elsewhere then," he whispered with a softened husky tone of voice, their eyes connecting through each other and leaving the cat feeling a sense of relief. Their faces were but mere inches apart, each man taking a quick glance at the other's parted, heaving lips. Nervously, as the tension built and they continued to gaze deeply into each other, Levi's lower lip slipped between his two rows of teeth chewing tenderly as he contemplated pushing himself closer. Emerald eyes flashed to follow the motion. Suddenly the cart felt much smaller, much stuffier than it had before. Unable to look away and hide the blush spreading over his face.
Remi smirked, shaking his head ever so delicately before he brought his palm up to caress and hold the smaller male's jaw. "I'll help you then," his voice smoother than soft serve before he ever so slightly leaned forward and pressed their lips together. In that instant, Levi felt his heart racing now for an entirely different reason, yet it was working and he wasn't so worried about the space around them, but completely lost in the feeling of Remi's mouth moving against his own.
As their lips began slowly, they only increased in passion, almost like the two had been waiting all night to embrace each other like they were. The warmth of their lips seemed to be like a fire that ignited between them, and they found themselves unable to keep their hands off each other.
Remi's hand slid further behind the cat's face, fingers laced through short strands of hair at the back of Levi's neck while his free hand wrapped securly around the smaller's waist. The cat responded eagerly by gripping Remi's shoulders tightly, scooching himself forward despite the slight rocking of the cart that persisted, he persisted himself further into the kiss. Their minds seeming to drift away as they pressed against each other. Seconds turned to minutes and eventually the cat found the courage to slowly slip into the larger's lap, it was now at this time the slow rocking motions did not seem to phase either of them.
Remi immediately took both hands behind the cat to run up the inside of his jacket, and feel the other's fleshy bare back. Levi shuddered at the sudden touch, rocking his hips forward. The wolf tore his lips off the cat's and began to lead a trail of hot wet kisses down his chin, jaw and neck. Shaping his mouth around the other's throat in a oval fashion, he sucked, nipped and licked at the tendered flesh as it slowly reddened and bruised. "Re-m…" Levi gasped as his own hands desperate to explore, worked to unbuttoned the man's vest, before strong hands stopped him in his tracks.
"This ride aint very long…I dont think…" their foreheads now pressed together, sweating at their temples but the cat was past his boiling point.
"Turning down a challenge then, hm? Weren't you trying to change my focus…" Levi nipped at Remi’s lower lip now, feral with lust and it only caused the larger to groan needlessly in his throat.
"You're gonna regret that," he responded with a malicious undertone, the atmosphere had drastically changed and suddenly it felt very dangerous. The kind that drove Levi over the moon. Quickly, said man reached down to unfasten the cat's delicate trousers. "You're gonna have to stand for a second, can you manage?" gripping tightly onto the leopard's thin haunches. With a slight hesitation, Levi climbed out of the man's lap to stand, and despite the racing in his heart as their cart swayed with more force as their balance shifted, Remi took charge and took hold of the other's pants hem. Shoving it just enough to expose the man's small,freckled cheeks, he licked his lips. Levi tried to keep himself stable enough while he waited.
"Hurry…" he whimpered, the longer he was away from Remi the more he would start to realize they were reaching the very peak of the top. The wolf unsheathed his hardening cock out of his pants. With a full fist he gripped the back of his jacket and brought him closer.
"Alright m'ere then," grunting trying not to force him back, knowing the movement would only send the cart rocking back and forth at a very inconvenient pace. Levi slowly, carefully, inched his way back to Remi, the cart sliding ever so slightly backward as he shifted the weight. Eventually the back of his legs met the bench, noticing that the other's legs were spread. He shivered with anticipation before gently setting himself down. His bare end basically hovering against Remi's heat. "All the way…you think I'm fragile? You weigh like a tooth pick," chuckling but from deep within the pit of his chest, it sounded almost menacing, Levi whimpered and finally with full resolve, sat himself against Remi's cock, feeling it stress against his cheeks. Throbbing.
"S-Shit…" Levi's whole body trembled pushing his back up against the other's chest, meanwhile Remi's face came around to whisper past the threads of hair that fell over the cat's ear.
"I'm trying to hurry but I'm gonna need a little help here," gesturing to the lack of lubrication available, he brought his hand up and stuffed two fingers through the side of Levi's mouth. Instinctively the cat began to swirl and lap at the intrusive digits. Allowing the saliva pooling from under his tongue to slip and seep down Remi's inserted fingers and palm. "Good boy," the man cooed as the other drenched his hand, once he found it sufficient, despite how delightful the tickle of the cat's tongue on his flesh felt, pulled away and brought it down between them to moistened both his cock, and Levi's waiting hole.
"I’ll try to go slow, S'not to scare ya," he began, not pausing for the other to respond, his hips began to push forward. Causing the cat's hole to stretch, the ridged head of his member spread the man's entrance out as the wolf worked his way inside, while the muscles clamped down hard on him in a vice tight grip. "Fuck," Remi uttered through gritted teeth, not in much of a rush to thrust the full way in but he'd be damned if he wouldn't bury himself deep within the other before he busted.
Levi bit his lip as he clutched tightly at the bench to try and keep the cart still, almost melting under the entire resolve to keep it steady. What would it matter anyway? He just needed more. He moaned gently, the heat within him continuing to build as he was entered. The wolf's cock had managed to push the first few inches past the ring of muscle without making too much of a rucus amongst the cart.
Almost in the clear, Remi pushed himself the rest of the way as Levi sat leaning, slightly bent forward to take his entrance being so full of the wolf's length. "Oh my fu-…" the leopard gasped, eyes rolling back into his skull, and subconsciously began to rock his hips.
"More….please…more," the wolf seemed surprised as the small male began to beg and pick up speed, gripping the edge of the bench as he lifted himself and sat back down.
"Kitty, if we…shit hah…if we go any faster…Hh..we'll rock…." trying to remind the other that he may send himself into a meltdown with a dick all the way up his ass, and that would be a huge mood killer for them both, should that happen.
“D-Don't…care..fuck," Levi slapped himself back against the wolf's chest, his head shot up and his eyes stared into Remi's now. "Me," he finished, which was all the convincing he really needed. The cart swaying, slowly at first, back and forth. Remi took hold of the small hips ontop of him and began to assist as he now with much more purpose and force, thrusted inside the cat. They both moaned in unison, the larger man now wrapping his left hand around the leopard's throat with a tightened grasp.
"God I wish I could take my time…" the wolf huffed between thrusts, the cart now rocking much more rhytmically with each added motion. Truthfully he did, he hadn't intended this to turn out the way it was, but it felt too fucking good to care. Nor stop. Neither of them had felt so connected and pleasured within an intimate experience before now as their bodies easily melted into one.
"So…good…H-Hh…" was all the cat could muster from behind the threshold of being choked, a thin line of drool slipping down the side of his mouth as the man continued to use and fill his hole.
"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good…all night…" faster, he worked faster to reach his destination, thinking about all the ways he would have him when they left here. "Taking you straight home…." the windows fogged as their breaths came out hot, ragged. Both of them panting through each powerful thrust. "And keeping you there for a few days probably…I'm going to take as much time as I can…." Levi whimpered again, his ocean blues welled with tears as he desperatly wished he could cum, but without trashing the inside of his pants, it wouldn't be ideal. He just wanted to follow through, go back to Remi's and allow himself to be eaten alive.
"I'm going to cum," the wolf almost hissed behind his clenched teeth, the wheel was starting to slowly move yet again, as they continued to rock vigorously back and forth. Desperate for release, Remi grunted and groaned practically using the smaller like a flesh light as he used the grip on the other's throat and hip to slam himself inside the cat, and just as he hilted himself deep within, it hit him. Remi's stomach tightened, his muscles restricted as he exploded within Levi's cavern, biting down roughly onto his shoulder to eat back the animalistic sounds trying to bubble over.
"Aaah~" the white haired male cried gently as his legs trembled underneath the sensation of Remi filling him up with hot seed.
"Shit…" gasping as they both shared a breathless chuckle, leaning against each other. "We need to get decent we're almost fully descended," Levi tried to catch his breath in between pants and puffs, slowly he slid the other's length out of his ass and pulled his pants up. Having to suffer the consequences of leaking until they got back to Remi's.
"It's fine, we have to go up like two more times, I just didn't want us getting exposed to the worker passing through," laughing with a shrug of his shoulders as he quickly stuffed himself back in his pants and rebuckled his belt. "I see you've adjusted though and the distraction worked," smirking confidently at Levi who blinked a few times, having sat back down next to him he nodded agreeably.
"Honestly, yeah, it did, I don't see what I was so scared of," smiling with a new aura of confidence he hadn't had upon entering the ride.
"See? It's nice right? When you sit on this side you can see the way the moon shines over the water it's actually really beautiful….best view is at the top," opening his arm, spreading across the top of the bench, Levi took the invitation and immediately slid into place allowing the man to hold him tightly to his person.
"I'm glad we get another chance to see it then.." his voice was still quaking from the recent events and it didn't go unnoticed by the larger.
"I'll make up for your lack of attention back at mine, or, we can play again…" tickling the cat's shoulder with his fluttering fingers now. Levi smirked, and considered it but shook his head.
"I want the full thing…I can wait," biting his lip the same way that had been driving the wolf crazy all night, Remi inhaled deeply.
"Mmh…I'm thinking that app did it's job after all," licking his lips as they brushed against each other with feather light touches against one another's clothed bodies.
"Oh?" Levi responded curiously, looking over now to visualize the look on the man's face. It was still lust fueled, the way his emerald eyes were slit and glowed more intensely than usual.
“You and I were meant to match, but I don't have an account, it was the only way the AI could set you and I up, by matching you to that dork," they both shared an equally smug smirk, Levi though shaking his head and rolling his eyes to the back of his head.
"Don't give it that much credit, I'm still going to ask for a refund…and then promptly delete it since I…don't need it anymore?" looking away not wanting to face the expression of rejection, should that hit him in this moment.
"You absolutely do not," Remi pulled the cat in closer and kissing the top of his slightly dampened scalp. "You're delusional if you think we're done after tonight…or ever..I like you, kitten…think you're stuck with me now," shrugging confidently before Levi easily leaned into the wolf's possessive hold.
"I can live with that," Levi responded fondly, and they shared the space within the cart now as their windows began to clear up and their view of the landscape much more visible. The moon illuminated their faces as they enjoyed the rest of the ride together in admiration of having such an unexpectadly good night. They both sighed, bodies pressed closely together, and yet, it had only just begun.
The End
Author’s Notes: 🫡 That’s all, I will be taking no questions or concerns about the logistics of the smut. It is what it is. 😂
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OC Interview Questions
So @kemendin tagged me for this and I’m doin’ it. Real talk I don’t know lot of tumblr people but I’m taggin’ @biiigwinged and @chibikinesis and @a-pirate and @yourblues and @smilepal and @some27-url just because I like lookin at your blogs/characters. Feel free to tag me back if you wind up doin’ it!
I was torn on whether to go Cyberpunk or Fallout for this but Bastard Classic won out so here we go!
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Name?
Muds. Yes. Really.
Are you single?
And happy for it. Something something that song ain’t so very far from wrong or however it goes.
Are you happy?
I have my moments.
Are you angry?
Every damn day.
Are your parents still married?
Sorry, I don’t believe in parents.
=NINE FACTS=
Birth place?
Boston. Technically. I guess.
Hair color?
Uh. Dark.
Eye color?
Also dark. Look it’s not like I lie awake staring into them lovingly or anything.
Birthday?
Why, you gonna buy me a drink?
Mood?
Gently violent. You know. Just. Gently. Softly. Benignly violent. Sit back down, you’re fine.
Gender?
Shit which one do you mean by that? It’s the one where I have a dick and I’m totally good with it.
Summer or winter?
If I gotta hide a body? Summer. If I gotta do anything else… eh, fuck it, also Summer. I like the heat.
Morning or afternoon?
*Are* we talkin’ about hiding bodies? I feel like we’re not talkin’ about hiding bodies. Because if we’re hiding bodies, really you wanna do that shit at *night*, or at least early early morning, but - that wasn’t the question. What was the question? I’m takin’ the fifth.
=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=
Are you in love?
Don’t be stupid.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I believe in bad decisions.
Who ended your last relationship?
God. He said it was personal.
Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
I mean it’s on them if they were that invested.
Are you afraid of commitments?
Afraid? No. Avoidant? ...Sure.
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
Oooooh pfshhhh nnnnooo. Actually I just hit 1,000 days hug free and I’m really trying to stay on the wagon this time.
Have you ever had a secret admirer?
Maybe, but the problem is I tend to shoot first and ask questions later.
Have you ever broken your own heart?
I mean it’s on me if I was that invested.
=SIX CHOICES=
Love or lust?
Oh, well Lust is one of those big sins - you can’t really beat out on that.
Lemonade or iced tea?
Mix em together for science.
Cats or dogs?
Both useless. Unless it’s my dog. My dog’s better than those other dogs.
A few best friends or many regular friends?
Many, many unapologetic criminals.
Wild night out or romantic night in?
Darlin’ if it ain’t wild either way what’s even the point?
Day or night?
Depends on what I’m doin’ - don’t make me bring up the body thing again.
=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=
Been caught sneaking out?
Four. Times. And let me tell you how much that cost me.
Fallen down/up the stairs?
Definitely up, that’s how you know the Daytripper’s workin’.
Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?
Does ‘wanting something so badly I hurt someone’ count?
Wanted to disappear?
Please, if I’m doing my job right, you’ll never see me comin’ to begin with.
=FOUR PREFERENCES=
Smile or eyes?
Oh always the eyes, that’s the big tell - people who can’t lie for shit? Look at their eyes. It’ll give it away every time.
Shorter or taller?
Short of a super mutant I don’t see anyone bein’ taller than me. Hold it, what are we even talking about here?
Intelligence or attraction?
Well, nine times outta ten being attractive isn’t gonna save your ass so I’d rather whoever this is not be an idiot.
Hook-up or relationship?
Whichever one doesn’t get me shot the next morning.
=FAMILY=
Do you and your family get along?
Sure but I think it helps that we do a lot of drinking and none of us are related.
Would you say you have a “messed up life”?
No I’d say it’s pretty standard fuckin’ fare for the Commonwealth.
Have you ever run away from home?
Ohhh - ohohoh yeah. Yeah. Trust me. I’m the fuckin’ *best* at runnin’ away from home.
Have you ever gotten kicked out?
I kicked myself out, it was better that way.
=FRIENDS=
Do you secretly hate one of your friends?
I mean I hate all of them a little bit. I actually hate *everyone* a little bit. I feel like if I didn’t that’d probably be a sign that there’s something wrong with them.
Do you consider all of your friends good friends?
No I consider all of them right bastards.
Who is your best friend?
The rightest bastard of them all. See, he was like, best-friend-orphaned back in the day, so I adopted him as my best friend, cleaned him up, made him less sad and pathetic. It took a *lottttta* work teaching him how to re-socialize, but I think we’re makin’ real progress. I can almost go out in public with him and everything.
Who knows everything about you?
Fella. if I thought anyone was even gettin’ close, they’d be dead. That in mind, I’d watch how many more questions you ask.
#fallout 4#fallout ocs#oc memes#character questions#I remember this original interview meme circulating around from my WoW days#I think Muds answered it back then too#And now I feel old!#Fallout:Muds
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