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magicalqueennightmare · 6 months

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Not Exactly Lying

Butcher pushes about what exactly happened when he left you to watch after Ben....uh Soldier Boy (Reminder that reader has a nickname/supe name of Blaze due to her power being pyrokinesis)

Part 2 to Not Exactly Babysitting

Cursing, Violence, Alcohol Consumption, lewd acts, NSFW, angry sex, angst (I think that's all)

You were having a hard time keeping up with the news where Annie and Ben were concerned. Every other channel had something containing Starlight or Soldier Boy. You were just trying to stay off the radar. You would text Kimiko or Frenchie when they checked in with you but besides that you hadn't had much contact with any of the boys. Well Butcher had called quite a few times but you always managed to dodge his calls.

You'd been hotel hopping, paying in cash and staying anywhere you could for the simple fact Homelander knew you ran with the boys if he got it into his head that you could be used against any of them? Well you weren't taking the chance. You were supposed to meet Maeve for a drop of cash, she'd been helping you but when she texted instead to tell you she'd dropped the envelope off with Butcher at the office you almost decided to take your chances getting money out of the bank instead.

You walked up the stairs slowly, praying that maybe anyone else would be there also. You would kill to see MM or Frenchie hell even Hughie who you knew would never do anything besides listen to Butcher. You stopped just outside the door and took a deep breath before pushing it open. There was two lamps on so the room was mainly in shadows, Butcher was sitting on the leather couch in front of one of the tall windows working on a bottle of bourbon.

No one else was in the room and you felt your stomach knot. He glanced up at you and half smiled "Hello Luv. I'm guessing you're here for what Maeve dropped off?" You nodded, walking past the empty desks to come to stand in front of him "You, Annie and Ben are making headlines. I don't need that asshole deciding I'm worth going after again" he cut his eyes up at your words. The metal of the pendant he wore was a stark contrast to the black button up shirt he had on.

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Your eyes flicked down to his chest, taking in the expanse of chest that was visible. Butcher was a lot of things, unattractive was not one of them. "Ben, huh?" You realized your slip up but shrugged nonchalantly "Him and Annie both kind of have Homelander staying on his toes" he nodded, raising his eyes to meet yours "I never did ask how you and him passed the time when I got you to watch after him"

You refused to let yourself squirm under his harsh gaze, you'd faced worse than an interrogation by Billy Butcher. His hazel eyes studied your face and you knew he was looking for the slightest of slip as to if you were lying to him. You reached for his glass which he let you take, quickly downing the rest of the bourbon. "I read a few books, he watched a few movies. We went through like six takeout place menus and then I took the bed and he took the couch"

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He nodded before standing up. You tracked his movements the entire time, stepping back a half step to give a bit of room between the two of you. The height difference and the way your stomach flipped at the look in his eyes made an entirely different face flash through your memory. "Can I ask one thing then Blaze" you raised an eye at him calling you Blaze instead of your name or a simple Luv or sweetheart. "Ask Butch"

He took a step towards you and you forced your feet to remain in place. You weren't in any actual danger from Billy, you knew that for a fact. He was standing over you, your faces mere inches from each other as he asked "Why was there scorch marks on the bed?"

You knew your features were schooled but your mind raced. Damn Ben had promised he'd make a believable lie. "Don't know, must have had a nightmare" he nodded "That's what he said too" you shrugged "See? So what's your issue here Billy? What's the attitude and the whole sitting in a darkened room waiting on me to show up?" He took a deep breath "Did he hurt you?"

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You felt yourself deflate, the anger you'd felt building quickly dissolved. That was why he'd called you so much, why he had others checking in so much. You shook your head "No Billy. Ben didn't hurt me" He nodded slowly "Did ya fuck that cunt?" Damn, that anger of yours managed to flare right back up in that instant "What?"

He took another step towards you, close enough you weren't sure if the bourbon you tasted was on your own tongue or if it was from his breath. You felt your power threaten to flow out and it took everything in you to reign it in as you said "So let me get this straight, you haven't sought me out face to face in weeks then you sit here all melodramatic and acting like you care if I'd been hurt just to in turn ask me if I fucked him?"

He gave you a slight smirk "I do care about you luv. That's why I asked if he hurt ya. But I know ya too, if ya hadn't fucked him you would've already swung on me" your hands were practically trembling with how angry you were, flames began to dance across your fingertips. "Since when is it any of your business what I do Billy? As long as I answer when you call that's all you give a damn about right?"

He grabbed your hand and you started to snatch away, despite your anger you didn't want to hurt him but the flames weren't effecting him even as they danced over his skin. Your eyes went from your hand to his face "What the fuck did you do?" "Give us an edge over Homelander. Make sure that bastard burns for what he did to Becca, what he did to you"

You snatched away from him finally, shaking your head "You took that temp v shit Annie told me about" He smiled "It works" You shoved him back with both hands on his chest, he slid backwards but not as much as he should've had he not been using that shit. He was a supe, temp or not. Never thought you'd see the day.

"That shit is experimental, you don't know what the fuck it could be doing to your insides! Billy it could fucking kill you!" The bastard had the nerve to shrug one shoulder and throw your own words back at you "Since when is it any of your business what I do?"

Without thinking you swung on him and connected a hard punch to his jaw. He stumbled just slightly and rubbed a hand over his jaw "Damn I'm glad I've never pissed you off bad enough before, would've broke my damn jaw" "I should break your fucking jaw! God dammit Butcher you know better than to fuck around with bullshit from Vought!"

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He smirked "I don't know I've been fucking around with you for a while now" you started to swing on him again but he caught your wrist. You stared him down and noticed how his eyes flicked down towards your lips, was this turning the asshole on?

"That what the issue is here isn't it Butch?" He raised an eyebrow in question so you pushed "You're not mad I fucked Ben, you could give a damn less as long as it was consensual. You're mad I fucked him and turned you down when you got back that day. You're mad that had you kissed me you would've been tasting Ben's cock" considering he still had your wrist you decided to see how far you could push him.

You used your free hand to slip around his neck, pulling him closer to you "That the problem Billy? Do you want to fuck me so bad that you'd go through all the dramatics instead of just asking for a fuck? Or are you worried I'll be comparing you to Ben, thinking about his cock while yours is inside of me"

A sinister grin slipped onto his face "Luv I'd fuck the thought of good old soldier boy right out of ya" "Don't think you're man enough for the job" you raised an eyebrow as you taunted him.

He dropped your wrist in favor of slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest "Say what you want here Blaze" you pulled him down to where your lips were almost touching "At the moment? I want you" he smirked slightly before his lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss.

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He groaned into your mouth when you tugged roughly at the hair at the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Both of his hands went to your hips pulling a gasp from you when he slipped them under your ass and easily lifted you into his arms. Billy had always been strong as hell but the temp v made it where lifting you was as easy as lifting a feather. You wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss as he walked backwards to the couch he'd been sitting on and dropped you roughly onto the cushions.

You pulled him down with you, fumbling for the buttons on his shirt while he found the hem of yours. The two of you broke away from each other long enough for Billy to toss his shirt across the room then pull yours over your head and toss it as well. The look in his eyes darkened even more as he looked down at you, the chain around his neck dangling as he left another kiss against your lips before then across your jaw to attack your neck, kissing and biting across the sensitive skin there in a way that had your hips bucking up against his.

"Easy luv. Don't want ya screaming my name just yet" he muttered against your skin and you swallowed twice before biting back "Don't flatter yourself Butch" when his lips found your clothed breast he bit down harshly on one of them causing you to bite into your bottom lip in an effort to not make any sound yet.

He glanced up at you as he pushed the cloth down off your breast, exposing the skin to his lips. He gingerly kissed the area he'd bit maintaining eye contact with you "I know you better than that cunt ever could. I know everything you like and just how to get you off" You moved your hips impatiently "Less talking" he chuckled darkly as he kissed down your stomach stopping just shy of the waistband of your jeans.

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He unbuttoned your jeans and tapped your hips so you would raise them off the couch far enough he could slip your jeans off along with your panties. He gave you one of those smiles you'd always hated and loved from him before he lowered his mouth to your core.

The first lick was tentative, teasing but when the bastard managed to pull a whimper from your lips he gripped your hips roughly, holding them down to the couch and effectively keeping them spread. "Easy Butch. You have supe strength" you reminded him breathlessly and his grip loosened just a bit before he attacked your clit, licking and sucking the spot that made your eyes roll back into your head.

You moaned his name as he worked you closer to that edge and damn him when that building tension finally burst and your legs began to shake he didn't slow his movements any. Before you could come down fully from one orgasm he slipped two fingers in along with his tongue and found that spot deep inside of you, curling his fingers to tease over it.

"Fuck Billy" you moaned, pleasure making your vision go soft around the edges as another orgasm washed over you. You felt flames flicker to life on your fingertips but Billy simply moved his hands from your hips to your hands, smothering the flames with his skin as he worked you through your orgasm then finally broke away from your body.

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You stared down at him feeling your entire lower half quivering from his touch "God damn you Butcher" he ran his thumbs over your hands, a slight smile slipping onto his face "You are always such a sweet talker Y/N"

You groaned flipping your hands up to grip his wrist "You want sweet talk? Get your pants off and fuck me like you mean it" he didn't say another word, simply leaned up far enough to kick his pants off then was moving back up your body to catch your lips in a rough kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

You felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh and reached down between your bodies to run your fingers across him, he broke away from your lips to bury his face into your neck "Like that luv"

You wrapped your hand around him, lining him up with your opening "Fuck me Billy" when he pushed into you a low moan escaped you both "Feel fucking amazing" he cursed as he started to roll his hips against yours, testing to see if you were ready for him to move. When your response was to wrap your legs around his waist that must have been the go ahead he needed because he pulled almost all the way out just to slam back into you.

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He gave you a few hard thrusts but when he moved his hips just right the angle meant the head of his cock had found that spot inside of you. He bit down on your neck as he groaned "There's no way you're coming again" you couldn't exactly form a coherent response so you simply moaned "Fuck, just don't stop Butch"

You were so damn close, that familiar knot began to build in your stomach and when Billy slipped a hand between you to rub tight circles onto your clit your vision went white as another orgasm washed over you.

He fucked you through that orgasm and when your head cleared you could feel that he was holding back. You reached a hand up to cup the side of his face, nails grazing his beard "Fuck me harder Billy. You know me, I'm not gonna fucking break. I want you to come"

"Tell me if it's too much?" He asked through gritted teeth and you nodded. His thrusts got harder and deeper, he hooked your legs over his arms giving himself an even better angle. You knew he was close by how his thrusts began to stutter and could feel yourself heading for another orgasm.

When he finally came, burying himself deep inside of you the feeling of him finding his release was enough to shove you over that edge a fourth time.

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He was holding his weight on his arms and your lower half to avoid crushing you as both of you worked to catch your breath. He leaned down to press another kiss to your lips before pulling out. You groaned at the loss of contact but gave yourself a few breaths before you sat up looking around for your clothes.

Billy watched you as you gathered your clothes and headed for the bathroom. You weren't expecting meaningful conversation but neither of you spoke a word.

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Once you were cleaned up and fully dressed down to your boots you walked back out of the bathroom to find Billy standing just outside the door. He had a big envelope in his hand and held it out "I care enough that I don't like the thought of someone hurting you. We may need you when this all comes to a head" You took the envelope and nodded "If Ben's certain he can burn the compound v out that asshole it would be my pleasure to be there when he dies"

He nodded and stepped closer to you "Watch your back and if you need anything call" You half smiled "Is this where I'm supposed to believe you'd answer?" A look of almost guilt passed through his eyes "Am I that bad you think I wouldn't help you if you needed it?"

You shook your head "No Billy. I just know if it comes to vengeance for Becca or helping me I come second. We all know that and have for years. I don't take it to heart Billy. It just is what it is" you kissed his cheek before turning to walk out.

You heard him call himself a cunt under his breath but kept walking. You needed a shower and some sleep.

The next night you were nearly asleep when your phone started ringing. You fumbled for it half expecting to see Frenchie or MM's caller id. When you didn't recognize the number you answered it with a cautious "Hello?"

Ben's voice hit your ears "Y/N, we need to talk" you swallowed hard "Face to face or over the phone good?" You asked and he said "Can you meet me at Butchers office?" You nodded then thought about the fact that you were on the phone "Yeah. Meet ya in twenty" then hung up

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You hadn't expected Ben to look so damn normal. He was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt under a leather jacket with boots. He was leaning against the doorway and pushed off when he saw you "Thanks for coming" you nodded then motioned at the door "I have a key if you wanna go in?" He shook his head "I found something out and it only seemed right to tell you"

You nodded "What is it?" He seemed almost nervous? Which was weird in itself. "They did a lot of experiments on me, took samples of everything. I didn't know what it was for until me, Butcher and Hughie went after Mindstorm" "ok?" You asked and he took a deep breath "He's my kid" "Who?" You started to ask but stopped dead in your tracks, the icy realization hitting you hard.

You stumbled a few steps back from him "That son of a bitch is your son?" He reached for your arm but flames flicked up it, your powers trying to protect you without you even trying "Blaze I'm not going to hurt you" you shook your head "Your kid already hurt me enough. Are you turning on Butcher? On all of us? Are you gonna go save your rapist son?"

He shook his head "Hell no. For one, I'm a man of my word, I said I'd help take him down and I will. For two, I've seen the scars of what he did to you. I'm going to kill him son or not but I wanted you to know" "Why?" You asked concentrating on snuffing the flames out on your skin as he shrugged "Just felt like I should" you nodded slowly "What now?"

"I'm headed back to the hotel I'm crashing at. Are you safe to get back to yours?" You nodded "Yeah" he reached for your arm and this time you let him. When his fingers closed around your arm he used the other hand to brush your hair back out of your face "You'll see him dead. I promise" you finally met his gaze, those green eyes holding you in place "I'll hold you to it" he almost smiled at your words "I wouldn't expect any less out of you"

@deans-spinster-witch

@what-the-hellamidoing

#billy butcher x you #billy butcher x female reader #billy butcher x reader #the boys fanfic #the boys fandom #previous #soldier boy x female reader

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bloodraven55 · 4 months

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presenting: revue starlight as reductress headlines

#shoujo kageki revue starlight #revue starlight #nana daiba #kaoruko hanayagi #maya tendou #claudine saijou #junna hoshimi #futaba isurugi #karen aijou #mahiru tsuyuzaki

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abiimaryy · 7 months

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Fun headlines on Mark Chasity's newspaper because they amused me:

Nighthawks prepare to swoop

and clinch victory in annual homecoming match against arch-rivals Clivesdale Chemists

Clivesdale Cherry Festival Cancelled Due to Lack of Interest

After over a hundred years, the miserable event is finally put to rest

Hatchetfield puts it's foot on the gas!

While scientists insist we are speeding towards irreparable climate catastrophe

New Land Development Proposed at Edge of Witchwod Forest

But something lurks beneath the ground

Mayor Lauter's Re-Election Campaign off to Rocky Start

Is he the right fit to lead Hatchetfield moving forward?

High Society Hangout Destroyed

Hatchetfield Boating Society looks to the community for aid after a mysterious fire incinerates the elite watering hole

'Mamma Mia!' disappoints at the Starlight Theatre

I literally spent like half an hour transcribing these from random screenshots so enjoy!!

#starkid #team starkid #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes spoilers #npmd #npmd spoilers #mark chasity #hatchetfield #tgwdlm #black friday musical #nightmare time #nightmare time 2

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renardiererin · 7 months

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the great war -> I.v: seeing you tonight… it’s a bad idea, right?

masterlist - previous | next

misc.

- sorry not sorry for slutty suna bc i love him

- keijis final post pic says: “girls with the man who ruined them”

the great war — a rockstar rintarou suna smau

you used to know rintarou. you knew him back before the world did. you used to know him better than you knew yourself. but nothing perfect ever lasts, does it? after awhile he just stopped responding. you tried to block out every headline you saw featuring his name, and focus on your own music career rather than his own. but when one of his bandmates reaches out to you and asks you to open for their upcoming tour, you find yourself stuck traveling all around the world with the man whose inflicted pain inspired most of your first album.

taglist 🏷️

@kiyoily @akumakitsune21 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @dani-shitting-around @alienvarmint @reverie-starlight @honeythebarbie @bootlegroach @tsukiran @xbl00dy-r0s3x @universal-s1ut @koushisbabie @breakmyheartlater @phoenix-eclipses @ris-krispie @coyloves @2baddies-1porsche @girlkissersco @ilovejujitsukaisen @dontmindtheevie @yuzurins

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fade-steppin · 6 months

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screenshots of mark chasity's newspaper! the headlines of the front page of the hatchetfield gazette:

nighthawks prepare to swoop

new land development proposed at edge of witchwood forest

mayor lauter's re-election campaign off to rocky start

high society hangout destroyed

'mamma mia!' disappoints at the starlight theater

and on the back page:

clivesdale cherry festival cancelled due to lack of interest

hatchetfield puts its foot on the gas!

#nerdy prudes must die #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #grace chasity #starkid #fuck clivesdale and their cherry festival

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mrs-trophy-wife · 7 months

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#ghost #rr #rolls royce #rolls royce ghost #rr ghost #starlight headliner #starlight roof #luxury #expensive #rich #money #car interior #car #luxury car

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flyingsliceofpie · 1 year

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Here's a WIP shot from the starlight headliner project, the crazy fiberoptic ls behind the scenes!

#videos #starlight headliner #car mods

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vintagelasvegas · 4 months

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"Elvis Presley Suite" at Las Vegas Hilton, c. 1990. The 30th floor penthouse is shown here as a makeshift recording studio used by the hotel's Starlight Express production. Photo from Craig M. Brock.

The 5,000-square-foot penthouse was called the Imperial Suite when the hotel opened. The International Hotel's 30th floor drawing plan by architect Martin Stern Jr. shows the suite with windows facing northeast and south, and on the west side of the top floor a lounge later known as the Crown Room.

See the original 30th floor layout drawing.

The suite was reserved for high rollers and various hotel headline entertainers. Presley used the suite during his twice-a-year residencies at the hotel from '69-'76, during the hotel's transition to the Las Vegas Hilton.

The hotel began using the name "Elvis Presley Suite" in the 80s with the name on a brass plaque outside the room. At the same time, the suite was remodeled to the specs of Bill Cosby, their main headliner at the time.

“I was working for Marnell Carrao," says Jared Rust, “we remodeled the ‘Elvis Suite’ to make it the ‘Cosby Suite.’ It was designed and furnished to match Bill Colby’s house in Connecticut.”

The original penthouse is now gone. It was demolished in the early 1990s by the construction of new “Sky Villa” suites. The villas were built partly on what was once the penthouse, and extended further out onto the former hotel rooftop from where the penthouse had been. According to Hilton's president at the time, “progress required sacrificing The King's quarters.”

Marian Green. Gaming & Tourism in Focus. Las Vegas Review-Journal, 12/4/94.

#Las Vegas Hilton #1990

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taylor-on-your-dash · 3 months

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SO, WHO IS THE SONG MINE ABOUT?

A couple of years ago I read this comment on r/Taylor Swift about Taylor dating a non famous guy who attended Belmont University.

I started college in Nashville in 2010, and the semester before I started, it was well known that Taylor was seeing a guy who lived on campus. It never made headlines because he wasn’t a celebrity like her other relationships. I have seen lots of random explanations for “Mine,” but many students at the university always assumed it was about this guy because the timeline fit.

At the time, I didn't think much of it. I thought that it could've been possible but still, the theory of Mine being about Cory Monteith made more sense to me.

While I was writing the Speak Now Timeline, one of the most important interviews was the Billboard one:

"Mine" was a turning point in the album’s development. It wasn’t until early 2010 when the album truly began to coalesce. Swift presented "Mine" to Borchetta in his office, just a few doors down the hall from the leather couch in the lobby. "We probably played that song four or five times," Borchetta recalls. "I’m jumping around playing air guitar, she’s singing the song back to me, and it was just one of those crazy, fun, Taylor teen-age moments." And then it got serious. "I said, ‘Keep going,’ " Borchetta says. "She kind of looked at me like, ‘You’re challenging me.’ And I said, ‘Yeah. You’ve found true north here. Keep going.’ " It was some time in the period after that challenge — between February and June — that Swift wrote “Innocent,” her response to the Kanye West incident.

That settled it then, no? Mine was written in late February, after Taylor had returned from Tokyo.

My certainties crumbled a few weeks ago, when @1989worldtour sent me an interview where Taylor says that she wrote Mine on the road, specifically in Texas.

Back To December was written in New York City, The Story Of Us was in Nashville, I wrote Mine somewhere on the road, I think in Texas, actually. (X)

Taylor was in Texas on March 10th (in Austin), March 11th (Dallas), and March 12th (Corpus Christi) for the Fearless Tour. At first, this didn't make any sense to me: Taylor had said that she wrote Mine in February! Then again, she often misremembers dates. I had shelved this date in my mind until I randomly found this comment on r/Fauxmoi while I was researching Starlight and the Kennedy craze Taylor went through.

She dated a guy from Belmont I think because a family friend went there and was friends with him and was there the night they met! “By the water” in Mine is apparently about Mozarts - a coffee shop in Austin on the water where they went on a date. I have no way to verify this because it didn’t happen to me but the family friend had pics with Taylor and stuff because of this guy she was friends with who dated Taylor. This might be the only piece of celeb gossip I’ve ever known haha.

Reply: This is true! He's now married with kids and not at all famous.

The return of the Belmont guy! We have two other sources claiming that she dated a non-famous person who attended Belmont. The mention of Texas cemented the fact that there might be a kernel of truth in this theory. At this point, I took this rumor seriously and chose to investigate further. the next question was, if Belmont is in Nashville and the Mozart bar is in Texas, didn't the guy miss a lot of classes? The answer is... no. If you look at the Belmont Academic Calendar, guess when Spring Break was? From March 8th to March 15th! So even if the guy was in college, he didn't miss any classes. There's was plenty of time for him to fly to Texas, attend the show, going on a date at the Mozart bar and then fly back to Nashville.

There's another problem though: according to the Billboard interview, Taylor brought Mine to Scott Borchetta in late February. We don't actually have a direct quote from Taylor or Borchetta saying that it was February. It could be Taylor or Scott misremembering, It could be the journalist inferring (it has happened before, for example on this Rolling Stone article from 2009, where the author said that Love Story and White Horse were for the same person, for some weird reason). After all, late February and early March aren't that far away. Nathan Chapman, the producer of the song, said that they worked on Mine on and off for 4 months. They finished it on July 21st, so March 10th still tracks.

Now, let's look at the actual bar. on the left, we have a screenshot from the Music Video, while on the right, a picture of the Mozart Bar. they look very similar to me, but I admit that I've never been to the USA, so maybe coffee shops all look the same?

Fun fact: The Mozart bar confirmed that she has been there in May 2013, after the Red Tour show.

Conclusions: Honestly, I believe those people on Reddit, but I realise that the sources are very unstable. What makes me believe it though, is the obscure mention of Mine being written in Texas, and the person on Reddit revealing that they had a date at a bar that casually is by the water. It fits perfectly. I don't have any more to say for now, but it's possible that I'll write a post of how Mine is one of the first post John Mayer song and how that relationship affected the themes of her songwriting.

P.S.: I would advise not contacting these people on Reddit. it's obvious that they're friends with him/know him and they wouldn't say anything to help identifying him. plus, it's not our place to gather information about a person that wants anonymity. it's not cool to doxx random people.

#also sorry if this post is a mess #i put it off for like a month because the amout of information was a lot and my brain defaulted to italian #taylor swift #mine #speak now #speak now taylor's version #writing of speak now timeline

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bisexualhomelander · 23 days

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Lotus - Starlander 💖💖💖

What we could have had if Kripke wasn't weak

lotus; enlightenment & rebirth

"It's sad."

"What is?" He's raking his fingers through his hair in front of the mirror, trying to make it seem just dishevelled enough that the cameras will eat that shit up. BREAKING NEWS: Homelander and Starlight coming out of shared Tower apartment like this.

He looks at her reflection. She doesn't pay him any mind; just keeps playing on her phone. "What's sad?" he repeats.

"This. Faking the hero shit." Her voice is so unaffected, it's starting to remind him of his own. "And the worst is that I know you could be more than that. You could so easily be a hero. The love of the people would be real. The headlines wouldn't be written by Ashley. I'd have fallen in love with you twice over. But you just... don't." Her words are little dreams, and when she stops speaking, he watches them tumble off the table edge and shatter.

He finds himself staring at the ground for quite some time, looking for shards. He blinks himself awake. "It's too late now," he mumbles.

He can sense the shock go through her. She's sucking energy out of his apartment lights; he's sure she doesn't realise she's doing it.

"It doesn't have to be," she says, carefully weighing her words. Fuck, she's really trying to save him, huh? It's been years, and he still cannot believe she really is this pure of heart. How many Hughies would he have to kill? To see the light go out in her heart.

"Would you believe me?" His eyes keep going back to that fucking spot where those little dreams hit the ground. "When seven years down the line we have three kids, have saved countless cities from galactic invasions like the heroes we are, will you believe me when I thank you for making me a better man?"

She slams her phone onto the tabletop. "I don't know why I'm even still fucking talking to you."

He's played this game with Maeve before. It's the oldest game in the book: I will save him and thus save everyone. Exciting that he gets to play it again after all those years. Maeve had given up so quickly. Maybe Starlight will last longer than her. She's careful when she gets up to leave. Doesn't tread on the little shards on the floor.

Worth a try, anyway. "Have I ever told you my name?"

#ask game #my writing #thank you for the ask!!#homelander #starlight #starlander #bloody bouquets

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hexpea · 18 days

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Ch. 13 - Promise ⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️

As the night came to a close, you and Satoru bid your goodbyes to your guests. Once outside of the grand hall and into the waiting limousine, the weight of what needed to be done that night weighed on both of your shoulders. The quiet ride to your hotel in the back of the long vehicle, its RGB lights and starlight headliner glowing along the ceiling, didn't make things easier -- especially as you began to sober up from the champagne.

You could feel the heat from his body as the two of you sat against the back portion of the unneeded limo. You kept your legs tight together to avoid your knee from bumping his, his lanky legs nearly taking up the entire area. The ride itself was entirely quiet, no speaking whatsoever. This continued even as the limo pulled in front of your hotel for the night. In the morning, it would take you to the airport for your 'honeymoon.'

The driver got out and opened the backdoor to the limo, allowing the two of you out. From there you stood sheepishly behind Satoru while he checked in. You were covered in strangers' eyes, still in your reception attire -- very clearly newlyweds.

"Got the card," he turned to you with a now weak smile, it was an expression unlike anything you'd ever seen from him before. He was holding the key card between two fingers before the two of you departed for the elevator.

"Right," you muttered to yourself, mind racing with thoughts of what was to come, what was expected of you.

You followed him up to one of the top floors and down the hall until you reached a corner room. Immediately you were greeted with floor-to-ceiling windows, the city twinkling below you. If it weren't for the circumstances, staying in a place like this would have been a real treat.

The bellhops dropped off your bags and left you to your own devices. Without knowing what to do, you followed Satoru toward the bedroom to check out its space. As you stepped inside, you were greeted with what looked to be a California king sprinkled with rose petals. Candles adorned many of the surfaces -- the nightstands, the dressers, and even a few delicately scattered on the floor nearby.

"This is...something," you mumbled, as you looked about at the romantic touches. Your glance eventually fell to Satoru who was also looking around. You were looking to him for guidance, expecting him to take the lead.

When his bare eye caught yours he quickly cleared his throat. For the first time ever, you saw his cheeks flush bright red. "Well," he began, his voice strained with discomfort, "I guess we should...go through with it, huh?"

You stared at him for a while before answering, hoping his question would somehow change. You really didn't think he'd actually want to go through with it, he wasn't usually one for listening to those in charge, especially if it were something so dramatic. But...as your childhood best friend, there was some sort of sense of camaraderie that made you want to give it a shot. And in this strange, strange world, duty was duty. Hesitantly, you nodded. "I suppose so..."

Satoru swallowed hard as he motioned for you to turn around. You listened, already knowing what he was going to do -- holding your hair away from your back. You felt as his fingers delicately undid the back of your dress. You hoped that he couldn't hear the increased beat of your loud heart. You slowly turned back to him as you snaked your way out of it, the delicate fabric billowing toward the floor to reveal your bridal lingerie. It was something you regretfully had to pick out yourself -- going with something simple yet elegant considering the circumstances. Despite this not being something you wanted, you still didn't want to be seen in your day-to-day underwear by someone like Satoru. The thought of him seeing you in your mismatched bra and panties made you shudder.

Satoru blinked hard at the sight of you in your delicates, they amplified your features in all of the right ways, hugging each bit of you he'd like to touch. But he'd never say despite the increased amount of saliva accumulating behind his lips. He continued to stare as he let his suit jacket fall to the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt. You waited impatiently for him to say something as he became half-naked before you.

"I've never felt like I was any good at these things," he confessed with a single, awkward chuckle as he slowly walked toward you and placed his hands softly on your upper arm. The two of you were hardly twenty, inexperienced -- you more so than Satoru. You looked up at him, intimidated by his height. "I know this isn't what either of us wanted."

Your mouth felt incredibly dry but you were at least comforted with the knowledge that you were on the same page. "It's not," you confirmed slowly with a nod, looking away from him for a break from his stare. "But it's expected of us, and...I don't want to cause any more problems with our families."

He sighed, and a glimmer of sadness flickered in his eyes. You could tell he had some thoughts brewing behind those blue eyes but he chose to keep them tucked away. "I understand."

He then took the lead, using his index and thumb to tilt your chin to his. Just like the ceremony earlier, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Your heart raced from stimulated nerves as goosebumps rose on your skin. For a second, you swore you felt a bit nauseous. You had never done anything of the sort, you were a virgin. The kiss you shared was a bit deeper and more intimate than that at the ceremony. You felt your face heat up as your lips parted and met over and over until Satoru felt there was a good stopping point. You swallowed hard and gave him a doe-eyed stare the minute he pulled away.

"I promise, tonight, we'll do what's necessary to fulfill our obligations, and then we can figure out how to make the best of our situation," he spoke lowly when he pulled away. "I promise, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. I'll listen to you. If at any point you want to stop, you say so, immediately."

His sincerity and vulnerability touched you, and you nodded in response. Your eyes flickering toward his every movement, like prey frozen in front of a predator.

"Alright," he took a step backward and politely motioned toward the bed with one hand. You felt like your knees were about to cave in as he instructed. "Let's just get it over with."

You walked to the side of the bed and awkwardly got on, leaning against the pillows and watched as he undid his pants and let them fall with the rest of your clothes. You hadn't realized how sculpted he had gotten. The last time you saw him this undressed was when you were preteens at the pool and he was in his swim trunks. This situation was so much different, it felt like you both could hardly recognize each other. In any case, the tension in the air was thick and you had no idea what to do with yourself. Based on Satoru's movements, he didn't either.

He knelt onto the edge of the bed and slowly crawled atop you, holding your gaze as he came closer and closer. It was incredibly intimidating. The dimly lit room cast soft shadows on your skin. Despite the awkwardness, there was a sense of shared determination to get through this moment. He held himself above you and looked deeply into your eyes as if waiting for a confirmation. You looked between his blue stare, hands already gripping the sheets. This wasn't how you expected to lose it, but you knew that this was your duty, and the burden weighted on both of you equally. And, hey, you knew you could trust Satoru...even if you'd grown apart over the years.

Despite the turmoil within you, the ambient glow of the room's lights created a tranquil atmosphere. Eventually, you gave a single nod, eyelashes flickering nervously with your blinks as you did.

In that quiet room, Satoru leaned forward and began to kiss your neck, the feeling making your hair stand on end. His kisses began to trail down your chest, small marks of his saliva left to the cold air as he traveled south from your breast to your stomach.

"S-Satoru," you muttered nervously as soon as he reached your panties, one of his fingers curled beneath the seam and ready to pull downward.

He looked up at you innocently, waiting for anything else you had to tell him. It was clear, the confusion on your face from the unexpected foreplay. So innocent. "I have to make you ready," he explained lowly, in a near whisper, "otherwise it will hurt." He stared at you again as if to wait for your okay to continue, or your rejection to halt everything.

Surprising yourself, you nodded shakily, "g-got it."

Your hands gripped the sheets even harder and you squinted your eyes shut as you felt him remove your panties and discard them. In another moment, you were surprised by the warm feeling of his tongue. Its smooth texture engulfed you just as his lips did, the muscle sliding within you along with one of his digits. You gasped at the sudden filling feeling, eyes snapping open to look up at the ceiling. You felt your legs spread a little further without your instruction, your body was enjoying this. There was a slight pain from insertion of his finger, but overall waves of pleasure washed over you as calm as the tide.

You were so incredibly nervous that you didn't dare look down, though you were entirely too curious. As his tongue danced upon you, filling your body with sparkling, brand new sensations, your curiosity got the better of you and you glanced down to see him. He looked almost angelic, eyes delicately closed, white eyelashes twitching, as he lapped away at your sex. His free hand was delicately holding the side of your thigh while the other was between your legs, curling and pulsing against the soft ridges of your insides. His white hair dangled in his face, out of his control and out of his care as he prioritized your sensations.

After some time, he had determined that you were ready enough and pulled away. He licked his lips, sucking on the end of his finger to clean himself of you before standing on his knees. Kneeling on the bed, he revealed himself with no hesitation, letting his boxer briefs fall to his knees. In the same moment, your wide eyes watching carefully, he grasped himself and let a trail of thick spit fall onto his shaft where he gently began pumping to coat himself in it. Meanwhile, your nerves had started to return, as well as a longing and suddenly empty feeling between your legs. You felt entirely too exposed.

His head was low as he worked himself to hardness, as if he meant strictly business. He knew that the minute he laid eyes on you as you waited for him he wouldn't be able to continue. You had meant so much to him. You were the little girl who played in the sandbox creating makeshift castles with him as toddlers, the same kid who helped him figure out how his infinity worked for the first time while playing Frisbee in the park, the one girl who stood by him when he nearly defied his parents by applying to a different high school... But now here you were in his bridal bed, nearly naked before him. While he knew since his teen years that there were harbored, unspoken feelings, there were a few steps missing that your parents had taken from you.

When he was ready, he came back on top of you, letting his nose brush against yours as he looked down to position himself with your body. You cautiously invited him in by spreading your legs apart to allow his pelvis toward you. You held back a squeak as soon as you felt the warm softness of his tip against your slick vulva. As he pressed himself into you with a single, gentle thrust he let out the softest of sighs against the shell of your ear. You vocalized and inhaled within the same moment, feeling a sudden tearing sensation as his thickness tore into you.

He stayed steady for just a moment, coming up to look you in the eye as if to check on you. Your body slowly adjusted to the sensation as you made contact with him. Your hands had finally left the sheets, palms damp from being nearly clasped shut. They came up to his neck, holding him for a bit of self-confidence and a reminder that what was happening to you was real.

"I'm fine," you managed to whisper out as he continued looking to you.

Satoru nodded slightly, and with great care, he began to move, slowly and deliberately. This act, once considered an intimate expression of love, was now a duty, a contractual obligation. The primary purpose was to continue the family line, produce an heir. Such a duty guided your actions and added a certain layer of gravity to the situation. As the moments passed, the initial awkwardness gave way to a sense of resignation. It wasn't about passion or desire, but about fulfilling expectations. As the initial discomfort faded into acceptance, you couldn't help but feel the sense of cooperation in this strange endeavor. It wasn't the way you would have chosen to come together, but it was a chapter in your lives that you had to face, one step at a time.

As you and Satoru moved through this duty-bound act, his thrusts soft and careful as to not hurt you any further than he felt he already had, the minutes stretched on and the room remained filled with a palpable tension. Your fingers tangled into his hair with quite a grip as your body was overcome. In the silence, broken only by hushed breaths, you both moved with precision, aware of the expectation hanging over you.

While your body felt pleasing sensations with each push of Satoru's hips, you were too in your mind to reach any sort of high out of the situation. Satoru's body, too, was acting purely on instinct. The 'high' he was beginning to feel was simply a biological response. Though, deep down, he wanted to feel more for you, the specific scenario you had found yourselves in made it impossible to reach a high purely based on love alone. The connection that was longed for wasn't exactly there as his husky breaths turned more vocal and unsteady. Despite the lack of build, there was still a type of bond forming. Though it wasn't an expression of love, per se, it was impossible to deny the raw and genuine connection that was forming from the shared burden. Your heart began skipping beats as you knew he was close, your fate preparing to seal with each smooth movement of his pelvis. The consummation neared its end as Satoru's arms began to grow weak from the feeling between you.

"Hhaa~," he let out a single, rough vocalization as he spilled into you. His warmth flooded your lower abdomen as he released and a flood of relief overcame you. "Y/N..." his voice was soft as he came back to give you a lingering look.

This act had irrevocably changed the nature of your relationship, once an innocent childhood friendship, to an arranged partnership, to one now bound by an even more peculiar bond. As the act came to an end, you were left with a mixture of emotions -- both oxymoronically panic and relief, and a newfound sense of closeness. There was a sense of hesitation in your gazes, as if both of you were contemplating the profound implications of the experience.

Satoru pulled away silently, looking at you as you rested a hand on your lower abdomen. The weight of what you'd done now resting on your conscience. There was a look of concern on Satoru's face before he turned away to dress. You watched as he dressed, the usual cocky demeanor replaced by a thoughtful and pensive expression. He, too, understood the significance of what just transpired. It was a moment that went beyond personal emotions and desires, tied to the future of the Gojo clan.

Unfortunately, or fortunately in your mind, a mere four weeks later, your first and only pregnancy test turned up negative with your period following not long after. From that point on, after consideration, the two of you decided that it would be best to not do that again. Any feelings that had developed were swallowed deep down with promises of an open relationship. The plan, keep Satoru's father satisfied with falsified 'attempts' until his inevitable passing -- however long that would take.

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