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He’s having a tough day, but she’s helping
#nottsketches#mha#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#eijiro kirishima#mha kirishima#mina ashido#mha mina#kirimina#these are old but I’ve been feelin some type of way so it fits
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Meant to Happen - A "Kissing You" Drabble
Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings: Mostly just fluff, brief mention of drug use, Santiago is kind of an asshole (sorry, Santi, I love you), mentions of mental illness, nothing too crazy on this one friends
Word Count: 2k
Prompt #68: A tender kiss on your lover's chest
a/n: My schedule has been nothing short of pure insanity, and my brain is doing that thing tonight where I’m convinced I’m not good for anything, so here’s a Drabble I’ve had in edits for ages about Frankie feeling kind of the same way. Mostly it’s just exposition with a tiny bit of fluff but sometimes the brain writes what it wants to write.
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It was never really meant to happen.
Frankie had been Santi’s best friend since their days in special ops, but you’d been friends with him even longer. As kids, you and Santi had raced around the block on your bikes, and as teenagers he’d taken you to every dance with the very clear stipulation that you were not dating. Not that you thought you were; things had never been like that with him, and up until several months ago, they hadn’t been that way with Frankie either.
When Santiago returned from service, a whole handful of new friends came along with him, and you fit into their little group with ease. You knew they’d seen some shit, every one of them, but it was Santiago’s behavior upon their return that was the hardest to ignore. It was clear that where Benny found his focus in the ring and Frankie found his in little white lines on the kitchen table, Santiago liked to drown out his demons by focusing all his energy on one particular task.
Finding you a date.
It was all in good fun, although you’d punched him more than a few times after he’d texted you about meeting up only to never show, leaving you alone with some sleazeball he’d met at the gym. He’d introduce you to every eligible single at parties like you were on an episode of the Bachelorette, and he’d purposefully make sure that there weren’t enough seats in the living room at game night whenever he brought someone new for you to meet. You always sat in Benny’s lap instead, just to spite him.
He had your best interests at heart, you knew that, so it didn’t bother you too much when it became an ongoing joke, one that was only encouraged by Will and Benny, who were quick to point out that they were single too. Tom usually took your side, coming to your defense when you reminded them that you weren’t really looking for anything. And Frankie…well, Frankie was usually quiet. He’d watch from the sidelines as Santi went on about how you’d never want to date the likes of them anyway.
But then they left. All five of them, heading to South America for a mission that they didn’t want to talk about. You knew Santi was behind it, and that the others weren’t keen on going, but it was apparent that everything changed while they were gone.
You only knew what happened in general terms - hard not to when Tom didn’t come home - but no one would tell you the full story. Santiago ignored your texts, and then he left for months without telling you where he was headed. Will and Benny came around to check on you, kept up with weekly get-togethers, but deflected whenever you asked how they were doing.
Frankie was the only one to confide in you. You weren’t quite sure how the conversation started, but you do remember the way he let you pull him into your arms and the way he cried against your chest. His nose had been tucked into your neck, tears wetting the collar of the old t-shirt you wore that night as he finally purged the emotion pent up inside him.
Later, when you settled him in your bed, you held him as he slept the whole night through, for what you suspected was the first time in months. It was like a switch flipped, and while you’d spent years telling yourself that Santiago was right, that Frankie wasn’t your type, you had to admit that it was much harder to deny your feelings once he was laying in your arms.
What followed was a hurricane of secrets and stolen moments. You suspected that Benny figured it out after a couple of weeks, when you’d chosen Frankie’s lap over his at game night. Santiago hadn’t been there, still off in God knows where, and you’d naturally gravitated toward the man you tiptoed on calling your boyfriend. But if he did notice, Benny said nothing. Neither did Will.
Frankie had practically moved in within the span of a few weeks, and you relished in the little life you were building together. Mornings filled with blueberry pancakes and quick kisses on the way out the door. Afternoon rendezvous in the cab of his truck that left you both on the brink of quitting your jobs, just so you could stay a bit longer. Evenings spent together, lounging on the couch as you introduce each other to your favorite shows and movies. All leading to late nights that felt too easy, even amongst the horrors you both struggled to cope with.
His struck often, and you had your own too, things from your past that you shared with him in the comfortable darkness of night, blankets wrapped tightly around you both. And as one night turned into another, and then into weeks, followed by months, you wound yourself tighter around each other until you were nearly inseparable.
And then Santiago returned.
For all the guilt and shame that weighed on the shoulders of Will, Benny, and Frankie, you were certain that Santiago felt it all and then some, but he acted as though the past eight months hadn’t happened. But you knew him, and you knew that the dark circles under his eyes, overgrown hair, and half-hazardly trimmed beard were all signs that he was still struggling to deal with the loss of one of his best friends. The rest of your boys had each other, had you, but he’d been dealing with it all on his own.
And you just had to go and make everything that much harder.
It took Santi all of five minutes to figure out what was going on. You thought you’d been subtle with your stolen glances, waiting for the right time to tell him, but he’d picked up on the way you easily maneuvered around one another in the kitchen, as though you’d done it hundreds of times. And he’d been right - you had.
You’d discussed on occasion how you thought Santiago would react, and while Frankie had been hesitant, you’d been steadfast in your opinion that your friend would be happy for you both. Happy that Frankie was showing you exactly what it means to be loved, and happy for him that you were quieting his nightmares - the ones that came in the dead of night and the ones that haunted his waking hours too.
But as it turns out, Frankie was right to be skeptical.
Whatever insecurities Santiago was facing, they came out disguised as warnings about Frankie. Mostly things you knew already, about his drug use and the loss of his pilot’s license, failed relationships and Frankie’s lack of a secure financial situation. For every rebuttal, he had another argument lined up, and at some point, you’d stepped in between him and Frankie, certain that even if he lashed out at his friend, he’d never take a swing at you.
But that didn’t stop your knuckle from making film contact with his jaw the second he told you that Frankie would never amount to anything. Frankie was pulling you back immediately, arms secure around your waist as Will pulled Santiago outside and forced him into his truck to drive him home. Benny quietly made his way to the kitchen to clean up so you wouldn’t have to, and Frankie followed him after encouraging you to retreat to your bedroom.
You’re wearing a hole in the floor when Frankie joins you a few minutes later. Your hand hurts, but anger is still coursing through your veins, so you barely feel it. In fact, you’re barely paying attention as your boyfriend slips through the door, slowly closing it behind him.
“I can’t believe him,” you shout as you pace away from Frankie, your feet carrying you toward the bed and then back toward the door. “Some best friend he is if he can’t even be happy for us.” You continue your routine. “He’s one to talk, after all, disappearing from the face of the Earth, leaving us all here without a clue as to where he is, or if he’s even alive, only to come back and pretend that he knows what’s best for us.”
When you turn back toward Frankie again, you realize that he’s still standing at the door, his forehead resting against the wood, and your anger is quickly replaced with concern.
“Hey, you okay?” you ask, the gentle whisper of your voice a stark contrast to just moments before. He flinches lightly when your hand runs up his back, and you instinctively pull away. “Frankie?”
When he turns, you know he’s the furthest thing from okay. His eyes, which you now know to be so full of life and love, look cold and distant. He’s frowning, the creases in his skin more apparent than usual, and you itch to smooth them with your fingers. He reaches for you this time, and suddenly you’re in his arms, his body melting into your embrace.
“I’m worried about him.”
His voice seems small when he speaks, but you know that the depth of his emotion is anything but. Your brow furrows and you sigh, running a hand down his arm to tangle your fingers with his, pulling him toward the bed. Frankie follows without protest, allowing you to settle him between your legs so his body rests on top of yours, head tucked into your neck the same way it had been that first night.
“He’s going to be okay,” you reassure him, although there’s a significant part of you that doubts your own words. He doesn’t respond, and you press kiss after kiss to his skin, whatever you can reach. When his tears start to dampen your shirt, his quiet sobs shaking his body, you only thank whatever gods might be out there that he trusts you enough to be this open.
Time ticks by, the evidence of such reading on the clock next to the bed, but you pay it no mind. Your fingers have been locked in his hair for ages now, tangling in his curls and tugging in what you hope is a comforting motion. And it must be, because neither of you move until his breathing has evened out, the only remnants of his tears the occasional sniffle.
“What if he’s right?”
You barely hear his whisper, but anger flares in your chest nonetheless. You hate that Santiago did this. “He’s wrong,” you state firmly, hoping that he’ll believe you, even though you know he won’t. Not at first, at least.
Frankie, predictably, shifts away, rolling off of you and to your side as he runs a hand over his face. “Everything Pope said is true, though.”
Your body follows his, seeking out his warmth as you ease a leg over his thigh to tangle your limbs back together.
“Like what? Tell me exactly what he said that’s true, because I don’t believe a word of it.” You accentuate your words by kissing away the remains of his fallen tears.
It takes a bit for him to respond, but his thoughts are so loud you can nearly hear them. Still, you wait, and when he speaks his voice is quiet. “He said that this was never supposed to happen.”
You know he’s referring to you, to whatever this between you might already be and what it might still become, and you make a mental note to kill Santiago later for putting doubt into Frankie’s mind. Doubt about himself, mostly, but also about you.
You reassure him that you love him, because you do, and you’re pretty sure you always have. For every date that Santiago set you up on, for every new suitor he brought home, your happy ending had been there all long. And as you press a soft kiss to your lover’s chest, right above his heart, to prove to him that you’re here, you remind him of the one thing you’re more certain of than anything else.
“That’s where he’s wrong. I think this was always supposed to happen.”
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mcfly lyric sentence starters
↪ taken from their first four albums. alter as you see fit ♡
“but is this what we want?”
“i guess i should have seen the warning signs.”
“she's got a boyfriend.”
“i wanna stay here forever.”
“i never know what you’re gonna say.”
“i can't seem to get you off my mind.”
“my tired radio keeps playing tired songs.”
“back then, she wrote me letters just to say she loved me.”
“if we were together, nothing could tear us apart.”
“i should have known much better.”
“find some way to make him change his mind.”
“i'll stand right beside you.”
“there must be another way.”
“there are no secrets to be told.”
“don't get all emotional, baby.”
“i can't stop loving you.”
“i've wasted half my life.”
“i want the the world to know how beautiful you are.”
“we want the neighbours to complain.”
“everyone will tease me now when rumours start to spread around the school!”
“i know i never will be good enough for her.”
“i can't remember falling in love with you.”
“put your clothes back on and tell me your name.”
“i wish i could bubble wrap my heart.”
“i'd never wish for anyone to feel the way i do.”
“everything was going just the way i planned.”
“loving you feels like a kick in the balls.”
‘sorry's not good enough.”
“she said i was to blame.”
“i never meant the things i said.”
“i don't know how the hell i fell in love with you.”
“i think i’m gonna lose it.”
“i feel like i've been here once before.”
“my life has lost all its meaning.”
“i'm starting to remember things that you said.”
“if you need me, i'll be there.”
“don't tell me what's gonna happen next.”
“all the alcohol in the world could never help me to forget.”
“pinch me, i must be dreaming.”
“my body aches from giving them hell.”
“come and sing with us.”
“how does she cope with her new found fame?”
“i’m not tired enough to sleep.”
“you don’t think that you’re my type, but you are.”
“i love it when our hands touch.”
“i just wish you had tried.”
“everything is beautiful.”
“i just wanna date a surfer babe.”
“it's been so long now.”
“you got nothing to prove.”
“she's just a loner with a sexy attitude.”
“and the rest is history.”
“am i too much for you?”
“i wanna hold you.”
“we hope you drop dead.”
“dude you're being silly 'cause you're never gonna get that girl.”
“every day just seems to be the same.”
“i must’ve left it on the floor.”
“the light is dancing in your eyes.”
“there's not a chance in hell.”
“we all look the same in the dark.”
“it's always better late then never.”
“i'm waiting for my chance to bail.”
“i'll come and pick you up.”
“we'll find some rope and make a swinging tyre.”
“you may not remember me.”
“that’s enough to get you through the night.”
“i'm glad i shared this with you.”
‘don’t let them in.”
“every time i fall asleep my dreams are haunted.”
“your coat's still on the couch.”
“how did you happen to me?”
“she keeps draggin' me in.”
“i'm feelin' much better.”
“my voice is gone from screaming.”
“you wrote the book on how to be a liar and lose all your friends.”
“i can't take another night on my own.”
“'cause obviously, she's out of my league.”
“now that she's getting married, i'm in misery.”
“i don't want my friends to see.”
“you’re a dreamer.”
“is this a sign from heaven?”
“i'm not sure what's happening to me.”
“everyday feels like a monday.”
“pour yourself a coffee.”
“i wish i'd fallen in love.”
“i will destroy the world for you.”
“was i just another ghost that's been in your bed?”
“i want nothing to do with the things you're going through.”
“i guess my friends were right.”
“i know you believe me.”
“this is the last time.”
“i never wanted everything to end this way.”
“we got no worries in the world.”
“i guess i could fill a book with things that i don't know about you.”
“we’re gonna have a party tonight.”
“she keeps inviting people home all the time.”
“life isn't fair.”
“you're a hurricane full of lies.”
“i'm wastin' my time.”
“i look pretty cute.”
“everybody knows.”
“i wonder if someday i'll be good with goodbyes.”
“i tried to compromise.”
“your words are like bullets, and i'm the way your weapons aim.”
“since then loneliness has been a friend of mine.”
“i'm not god.”
“these things never seem to last long.”
“i'm better off without you.”
“don't pretend that you don't know me.”
“he doesn’t look at me the same way that you do.”
“you need someone to take the blame.”
“i know that love is blind and i'm not seeing right.”
“everybody makes mistakes.”
“wanna run my hands through your hair.”
“today we're changing history.”
“we're not in this for the cash but it helps.”
“i’ve been waiting for a girl like you.”
“you'll be okay; you don't need me.”
“life's a bitch and so are you.”
“i think we're alone now.”
“if we're gonna die tomorrow, at least we can say life has been alright.”
“why are we breaking up?”
“you’re too much for me.”
“i'll be okay if you come along with me.”
“was i too close for comfort?”
“just want to make it through the night.”
“so much has changed.”
“i didn't know what i did wrong.”
“we’re hanging out at the pizza place.”
“i'll be grounded for a while.”
“i still got so many unsaid things that i wanna say.”
“i hope i’m not a little too late.”
“i wonder what it's like up there.”
“he’d kill me.”
“the heart never lies.”
“i never doubted you at all.”
“i think she was impressed and was having a good time.”
“i could've fallen in love.”
“do i have to stay?”
“i will change the world for you.”
“it's not always easy, but i'm here forever.”
“i never meant to do you wrong.”
“i'm a little dazed and confused.”
“i never know where i stand.”
“home is where the heart is.”
“do you remember how it started?”
“she went insane.”
“we had something good together.”
“you never asked me to stay.”
“there's great expectations that weigh on our heads.”
“it’s times like these we'll never forget.”
“we're gonna die in this town.”
“it's getting dark.”
“i threw a house party and she came.”
“i wanna put my hands on your skin.”
“i'm asking myself is it worth this at all.”
“i just can't wait another day.”
“did you miss the stop sign?”
“the devil has got his eyes on you.”
“that's why i'm a kiss-a-phobic.”
“no one's getting out alive.”
“i told him that i liked him, but i lied.”
“hold me 'til the sun burns out.”
“we got no fears of growing old.”
“nothing you don’t already know.”
“i can't change the stars.”
“you keep telling me all these lies.”
“my reflection’s cracked, and looking back, it’s unrecognisable.”
“things are just a little strange.”
“i'm hurt, but i'll be fine.”
“how did we get this way?”
“i won't run.”
“captivated by the way you look tonight.”
“i guess that’s what they call ‘growing up’.”
“what was i thinking of?”
“and every time i close my eyes i'm not alone.”
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Hardison: "Okay, I've written three months worth of blogs for our sensitive dad over here, I've got prices for the braces, Dashell's chess club..."
Eliot: "You put in that we went to the Super Bowl?"
Hardison: "Oh, yeah man, yeah, you even met some of the players. Now, what I was thinking, tell me what you feel, are you guys goin' on like a, a road-trip cross-country, you do a tour or something, go see-"
Eliot: [face contorts as Hardison speaks, till he finally interrupts him] "Yeah, yeah. I like that, I like that, or - and I'm just gonna put this out there, what if I took him on a tour of all the, all the, all the ball parks in America, Hardison, huh?!" [Nate and Hardison both interject quietly but Eliot shouts over them] "Or maybe took him to the opera, or the moon, huh?! You know, believable father-and-son stuff!"
Nate: "A little focus, please."
Eliot: "Look at the picture he used, man!"
Hardison: "Hey! Excuse me, man, I'm sorry if this kinda writing opens me up creatively, I'm usually stuck lookin' at binary codes all day, maybe I was writin' the father that I wanted one day, okay? Th-That ma- what's the problem with gettin' emotionally butt-nekkid?!"
Eliot: "Whoaaaa..."
Nate: "Oh, please don't, please don't, we-"
Hardison: "I'm just tryin' to share my feelin's on paper!"
Nate: "We don't wanna see that, no, please don't." [gets them back on track]
This is a very funny exchange but I can't help but feel like there's at least three other things going on here.
On the surface, it's just Eliot being annoyed because Hardison went against his wishes and changed his portrayal to a super doting sensitive dad over what he requested:
Eliot: "Alright, look, listen to me. If I'm gonna do this, alright, I wanna... I wanna be tough dad, y'know what I mean? Cool dad. Just enough to turn her head - don't go overboard on this, keep it simple. You know, someone who's, who's not afraid to make a PB&J, okay, but still wants to go out into the yard, get dirty, kick the soccer ball around a little bit... -Strict! But fair."
Except Eliot didn't have any problem playing a more sensitive/open dad when he was meeting with the soccer moms. And he didn't seem to start totally losing it until Hardison described all the stuff that fictional Eliot+his son had done together, particularly the Super Bowl and the roadtrip. Which are definitely more overboard activities compared to what he's been picturing maybe, but also I feel like his reaction is way over the top. His insistence that these aren't at all realistic father/son activities is. Interesting. Especially when paired with his requested type of dad who seems like the kinda guy who would like to do at least some of that stuff if he could afford it.
It's all kind of giving me thought about Eliot's own relationship with his dad, and the kinds of things they did or did not do together, and how seeing himself portrayed this way may bring back memories or something?
There's also Hardison talking about how he got really into it, maybe put some of what he wanted in a dad once.
We don't often get to see Hardison talk about his childhood in general, but he certainly never mentions any kind of father figure or male mentor, just Nana. It's definitely interesting to have him express that longing he once had for a doting dad here, especially with Nate sitting right next to him. Hardison has always been more open and emotional, and also more eager and clearly willing to learn from Nate. His relationship with Nate even parallels Nate's relationship with Jimmy Ford in some ways, as a sort of father figure who isn't really much of a dad most of the time. Nate gets much more fatherly with Parker, possibly because she isn't really seeking that from him so it's not as difficult for him to open himself up in return. But that means that Hardison who does look more for that kind of older mentor, Nate's approval and guidance, etc., is kind of left in the cold.
Then we have Hardison shouting about expressing his feelings and being emotionally open.
If you go with the common interpretation that something happened between the thiefsome after the Rundown Job, this is really interesting. Because there was enough time for Eliot to heal up from his injuries, then he had an emotionally difficult time in the Low Low Price Job, then the White Rabbit was hard on Parker, then the Corkscrew Job everything seemed mostly fine between all three of them. But Eliot's been sitting on the other side of the table with Nate and Sophie in between himself and Parker/Hardison. And he's been acting openly interested in the blogger moms this whole episode. Which at first, Hardison was joking with him about as well.
But it kinda feels to me like there was romantic intimacy explored in some way after Rundown, then Eliot kept some distance and even asked that lady out in Low Low Price. Hardison and Parker gave him time and space and didn't push, but now it's Christmas season - a time Parker's going on about togetherness and caring, and gifts are usually given and feelings shared... Except Nate's insisting on no gifts this year. An easy out for Eliot. And Hardison is working closely with Eliot who is being all into these other women. Kinda feels like Hardison's sick of it. He's given Eliot lots of time, lots of space, and he knows how Eliot feels! It's not like Parker who was working steadily towards their relationship even if she took her time, Eliot let something happen then just went into full denial mode and it's getting kinda old to pretend nothing happened.
The scene at the end of the episode fits really well with this too, when Sophie gives her speech about trust, and their gifts to one another for Christmas being sharing something personal. She asks who will go first, and after a very short pause, Parker nominates Eliot, with a little nod. Then Nate goes for it instead, but his story is very genuine and open and vulnerable. And in the last second or two of the episode we see Eliot lift his head and shake his hair out of his face like maybe he's getting ready to speak next.
Could be a great lead-in to the thiefsome properly getting together while still keeping everything canon.
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ballroom blitz
summary: rose reagan, a freelance assassin for hire, is hired to assassinate a man by the name of re.my le.beau. though, what she gets instead may grow to be more important.
shipping: rosemary (rose x remy)
warnings: slight violence and very brief/simple descriptions of injuries, knife usage, brief alcohol descriptions, cursing
word count: 3.7k
a/n: this is the first part in a little miniseries of edited roleplays between me and @embers-comfort-corner !!! this series will show the major plot points in rosemary’s development :] hope y’all enjoy!!!
tags: @sealovinq @tuff-and-fluff @soulnottainted (if you wanna be added/removed lmk!)
Wine, fabric, perfume, people talking and laughing; lots of different stimuli hit the assassin’s ears and nose. Galas were not her preferred place of work, but she would do what she needed if it meant she got paid. She had been hired by an anonymous buyer to assassinate a man by the name of Re.my Le.beau. She had been told that he was a former member of the known Thieves Guild, and a mutant, his mutation allowing him to light things like dynamite. The assassin let out a quiet sigh through her nose. Perfect. Just grand. (/s)
She had been stationed at the bar for a while now without catching sight of her target, and she was getting anxious for action. Tapping her glass impatiently, she scanned the room once again, ears perked bolt upright on her head. She let out a sigh as she lifted her glass to her lips before her ear flicked. Immediately glancing up, she caught a quick glimpse of the man that fit the description, before he disappeared into the crowd of people. Finally. She thought to herself, setting her glass down at the bar and thanking the barista before following in pursuit of her target.
It didn’t take her long before she’d found the man again, though she had been made slightly more uncomfortable in the process of having to push through the crowds of people. She gave a quick tap to his shoulder, putting on a faux smile as he turned around.
“Bonjour, monsieur. Est-ce que parler-tu l’anglais?” She began politely.
[hello, sir. do you speak english?]
Remy wasn't planning on sticking around this place. Yeah, it was fancy, and he loved feeling fancy, but he knew he didn't belong here. He just dropped by to swipe some jewelry here and there, maybe make some bets with people that he knew wouldn't win. He was walking to the next group of targets when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He turned to face whoever it was, steeling himself for the inevitable yells of outrage from some old white man he scammed.
Instead, he was pleasantly surprised by a mutant with black cat-like ears and majestic white wings. Her brown hair framed her face and her voice was calm and inviting, something Remy hadn't encountered without being attacked later.
He smiled pleasantly and spoke, still taking in the beautiful figure in front of him.
"Why yes I do, mon ange."
He bent slightly, pressing a light kiss to the top of her hand before standing upright once more, a smirk plastered on his face.
She was bound to have some loot from the looks of that dress.
"Tell me, what's a lovely creature like you doin' inna place like dis?"
He spoke, words soft as velvet.
“Oh, thank god.” She breathed, faking a relieved look. “S’been a night full of French, I’m almost scared I’ll forget how to speak English.” She said with a calm smile.
“Rose. You are?” She introduced herself, discreetly looking the man over for any weapons. Nothing obvious, but the trenchcoat was suspicious.
"I've been there, half the time I mix up the words in both languages."
Remy said with a laugh.
“Name’s Gambit. Pleasure to meet ya, Rose.”
He said, putting extra emphasis on her name. She sure was pretty, but he knew better than to make any moves. For his sake, and hers.
"Can I offer you a drink?"
“Pleasure’s mine, chère.” Rose responded, closing her eyes briefly. When Gambit made the offer to buy her a drink, she gave a quick swat of her hand. “Only if you’ll allow me to buy you one in return.” She said, her expression unchanging. She had experience with poison and poisoned drinks; she wasn’t going to let her guard down that easily.
Remy laughed lightly and nodded, lightly grabbing Rose's hand and leading her through the crowd to the bar area. He sat down and ordered two glasses of something fruity and alcoholic, along with a water for her in case she wasn't in a drinking mood.
"So, ya never answered my question. What's a pretty thing like you doin’ in some old white guy party like dis?"
He said, voice low so the people around him wouldn't hear. His eyes had a playful gleam to them and his smile never ceased.
“People watching.” Rose sighed, giving another swat of her hand, her grin widening a bit as she played back the phrase ‘old white guy party’ in her mind. “Catfishing is a little hobby of mine.” She said, her tone joking but twinged with mischief. “Lure some guy into thinking I’m such a petite mignonne, then destroy him at darts or slapjack.” She continued, emphasizing her words by twining her fingers together and holding them under her chin, then leaning back a bit and setting her elbow on the bar. “Et tu?”
"Ooh, decieving looks typa' gal ey? I, myself, am a dealer of sorts. I deal de cards and make deals. I deal with troublemakers too. But I ain't someone you wanna stick with."
He said with a look that had an expression you couldn't quite place. He took a sip of his drink as soon as it came around, not letting Rose touch it, and keeping his hands visible. He had no intentions of poisoning anyone or being poisoned. He leaned his back against the table, looking out on the sea of people. It was almost sickening. Everyone so close together. He could never imagine being comfortable with that amount of physical touch, except possibly when fighting. He sighed and took another swig of his drink.
“Aw, c’mon.” Rose teased, giving Gambit a quick nudge before reaching for the glass of water. “The charismatic type, eh?” She said, raising an eyebrow as she took a sip. “Say, like Robin Hood? Eat the rich, empower the poor?” She said lightheartedly, setting down her glass and running her pinky finger around the rim of the glass.
"Somethin' like that."
He said with a small smile.
"Wh'bout you? Whaddyou do for work?"
He asked slyly, always keeping an eye on her hands in case she would reach for a concealed weapon.
He's learned not to trust anyone, something that would take a million years of therapy to undo. It wasn't his problem though, it kept him alive all these years.
“I work with animals! I bounce around from place to place, but mainly I deal with scaled buddies and cats.” She responded with a flick of her ear, scrunching her nose. She glanced back at him with a smile. “You seem like a cat person yourself.” She said, raising a shoulder and biting her lip jokingly. “No constant, though. You feed strays?” She asked, taking another sip from the glass of water. “Might as well just adopt if you’re going to play with strays.”
"Well, many people call me a snake, so maybe you'll get a kick outta me."
He said in a playful tone, scarlet eyes gleaming in the light.
"Your senses are good, yeah dere’s a lotta strays around. Dey don't feel like bein’ adopted though. Kinda like me. Driftin' from place to place, doin’ what dey please, now that's the life."
He said, sipping down the last of his drink and setting his glass down on the table behind him.
Rose nodded, lifting her glass briefly. “I’ll drink to that.” She said with a grin. “A snake, eh? Snakes are neat.” Rose said, setting her glass down, then setting her elbow on the bar, then her cheek on her fist. “I had a client once who called me in scared tears tellin’ me that there was a huge snake in her house stealing food from her pantry.” She said as she traced shapes on the surface of the bar with her free hand, glancing up at Gambit as she continued.
“I go to check it out, and I find a family of li’l garden snakes.” She shifted to use her fingers to measure about how long she recalled the snakes being. “Mama snake was no longer than that. After I got them situated elsewhere, outside the woman’s house of course, I looked at her and I said “ma’am, the few bits of food that those little snakes stole kept them alive,” and you wanna know what she said to me?” Rose paused, leaning back a bit and crossing her hands over her lap before continuing.
“She said “oh they shouldn’t have been here in the first place! My grandson died to a snake bite, I don’t want anything to do with them!”” Rose grumbled, imitating the woman’s voice, but in a more boomer-teasing way before she lifted her hands to the sides of her head innocently, making a confused face. “Turns out her grandson died of a rattlesnake bite. And y’know something else? She only paid me half of what I was supposed to get.” She sighed, putting a hand to her forehead as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
“People are so stupid. They see one bad thing involving a certain group happen, then suddenly they have zero empathy for said group.” She sighed, once again tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. “I’ll bet she was a cishet neurotypical human, too.” She added jokingly, in reference to the client she had just spoken about.
"You're a genuine hero, ain't'cha?"
He said, studying her with his eyes once again.
"People are stupid, I say who needs 'em! We're all better on our own!"
He said with a dry laugh. It sounded better in his head, when the words left his mouth they just sounded sad.
His expression didn't change though, hopefully Rose didn't notice the change in tone.
"People need'ta mind their business. Always askin' if he's this n she's that, how 'bout ya worry 'bout yerself! Didn't ya mama never teach ya manners?"
He said in direction of said people, shaking his head and laughing slightly.
He motioned for another drink and when he got it he turned to Rose.
"Say, all these folks got me feelin' claustrophobic, whaddya say we head out to the balcony over dere and have ourselves a more private chat. Less cishet neurotypical humans around."
He said with a gleam in his eye that you couldn't quite place.
Rose put a hand over her chest, letting out a sigh. “Please, I’d like that. S’getting hard to breathe in here.” She joked as she stood up, sliding a euro over the bar to the barista, quietly thanking her in French. She twined her gloved fingers together behind her back as she slowly started off towards the balcony.
Remy followed after her, watching her tail flick back and forth as she pushed through the crowd. She really was pretty from every angle, but he couldn't bother with stuff like that. Chances are she'd kill him as soon as they were alone together.
When they made it to the balcony, he took a swig of his drink, leaning against the railing and looking at the night sky, the stars reflective on his dark eyes.
"Didja know people can buy stars?"
He asked playfully.
"I think it's bullshit. Ya can't even go there, so how can you say you claim it? The stars belong to no one."
He said, taking another drink. He wasn't usually one to get all metaphorical but it felt right to say. A gut feeling.
Rose crossed her arms over the balcony, allowing her wings to stretch out a bit as she looked up at the sky. “Exactly. Technically we shouldn’t even call the earth ‘ours’, but when is anyone ever satisfied?” She sighed, pursing her lips. “Almost makes me wanna just, stop space exploration from happening.” She said with a small, sad smile. “Once NASA finds out about the existence of other life forms, they’re still gonna try to dominate over them regardless.” She continued, her tone becoming more sharp before she quickly changed the subject.
“You like astrology?”
"People are cruel."
He said, expression hardening in thought. He quickly shook himself from it and looked to her, grin back in place.
"It's interestin', although I never found myself gettin' into it. I'unno my sign but I can judge you based off yours."
He offered with a small chuckle. He drank the last of his drink and sighed. This was the first breather he had in a while. Shame he knew that it was gonna be spoiled eventually.
“Hmm...” Rose hummed, turning to look at Gambit and putting a finger to her chin. “You give me Sagittarius vibes, I’m not gonna lie.” She said, smiling before turning back to look at the sky. “I’m a Virgo. Do with that what you will, I’ve heard all of the stereotypes.” She sighed, shaking her head but still smiling slightly.
"A Virgo, ey? Well alright then, anxious-procrastinator-who-is-dreading-their-work-but-doesn't-wanna-start-it. In truth, I dunno much ‘bout the signs, just random things here ‘n dere that seem to change every second. Yer loyal though, and very caring. I can tell that much."
He said with a wink. His face flushed a little after. Why'd he do that. The alcohol had probably started getting to him by now.
Rose gasped dramatically, turning to look at Gambit again, her open mouth twitching into a smile. “Are you sure you’re not an astrologist? You just hit the nail on the head.” She said, stifling a laugh as she flicked his shoulder. “I’unno about loyal and caring though, but I’m doing my best.” She said a bit quieter, looking down and tucking a clump of her hair behind her ear.
"Ha! I wish! I'm sure you're great, and bein’ loyal to yourself is still loyal."
He said staring at the sky idley, glancing to her out of the corner of his eye.
That made Rose freeze up. She stared at Gambit with wide eyes for a few moments before glancing away bashfully. That almost made her feel bad for what she had to do. “Je doute que...” She mumbled, her voice just barely over a whisper.
[i doubt that…]
Gathering her strength—and mentally reminding herself of things to be angry about so she could use it against him—she took a breath and loosened her posture. “Apologies, monsieur Gambit, but I’m going to have to see you out.” She said, her voice wobbling the slightest bit before she dove at Gambit, tackling him over the side of the balcony; she hoped he didn’t notice her opening her wings to slightly lighten the impact when they hit the ground.
"Hmm—?"
Remy turned to look at Rose before suddenly being tackled off the balcony.
Her claws dug into his throat and her expression was suddenly seething with hatred. He braced for impact and cried in pain when they landed. He knew it was coming, luckily he kept his glass in hand.
He charged it with kinetic energy and smashed it against her head, causing her to let go. It shattered on impact, leaving lots of explosive little glass shards everywhere. He scrambled out from under her as they blew up.
"Sorry! You did it first!"
He called back before ducking behind a potted plant like an idiot.
Rose shrieked when Gambit smashed the glass over her head, causing her to stumble back a few steps before she shook the fuzziness from her head, manifesting and drawing her bow. “You don’t have much of a choice when you’re an assassin.” She retorted, her tone sharp as she released the drawstring, the arrow shattering the pot. She manifested two more arrows, docking them as she flew into the air, quickly firing them in the two directions Gambit could try to move.
"Wh- ah, shit-"
He stuttered before jumping up above the arrows so they collided with one another.
"Who’s after my ass dis time? Magneto? Mystique? If it’s Creed though, tell ‘im he’s a pussy for not killin’ me himself!"
He shouted as he dodged and drew his deck, lighting them with bright pink plasma. He then flung them at Rose, careful not to aim for anything vital. Something about her made him want to get to know her more. He couldn't place it, but he tried to block it out of his mind so he would at least survive their encounter.
Rose folded her wings upon seeing Gambit’s counterattack, dropping back down to the ground. “I can’t tell you that.” She said, her voice eerily calm as she stood up again and drew back a different type of arrow. This time she aimed at the wall next to where Gambit was standing, the arrow splitting open into multiple smaller arrows on impact. As the smaller arrows bounced off of the walls, Rose flew back into the air.
Remy muttered cusswords under his breath and drew his baton. He spun erratically to deflect the arrows away from him, failing a few times but not being hit in any place compromising, just a few scratches here and there. When the arrows had all fallen to the floor and disappeared, he flung a handful of cards in Rose’s general direction, ducking down and covering his head. The nice thing about explosives is you don’t have to have perfect aim.
Rose growled a few curses of her own, doing her best to evade the charged cards, except for one. It made contact with her right wing, the assassin letting out a shriek in pain as she spiraled to the ground, somewhat catching herself but still making a rough landing. She tried raising her wing, immediately stopping and folding it against her back when it sent a pang of pain down her spine. Whipping back to face Gambit, her sharp gaze glistened in the moonlight, her expression upset but not quite readable. “I’ll be honest with you, asshole, I was starting to like you.” She hissed, docking three arrows this time; she was sure her opponent wouldn’t believe her, seeing as how he apparently hadn’t trusted her from the start. That’s what she hoped, at least.
“You should put some ice on that.”
He said with genuine concern, dodging the arrows again. He ran around a bit, throwing cards around him randomly to distract from where he was going to move next before landing on her bow, pressing it to the ground before she could shoot him. He kneeled down to face her.
"Sorry mon ange, yer grounded." He said with an almost sad smile. "And if we're bein' honest, I enjoyed myself too."
Rose scowled at him, taking her hands off of her bow so Gambit fell downwards slightly. Before he had a chance to do anything else, she lifted and swung her leg at his head, throwing him into the wall. She then lifted her dress up slightly, revealing a hidden knife holster. She grabbed it and twirled it between her fingers so it was facing Gambit as she held it to his throat, her breathing starting to become labored.
“What was that about ‘being loyal’?” She sneered sharply, but something else was hidden behind her slitted eyes.
Remy stopped in place, arms raised to show he wasn't gonna try anything. In his head he was trying to think of a plan, leading to a heavy silence between the two. They both breathed heavily, watching each other for a second before he spoke again.
"Uh, d’you gamble?" He asked with a nervous and playful smile.
The question took her by surprise. “...what?” Her stance faltered for a split second before she resumed holding the blade to his throat. “No. What are you trying to do?” She growled, her gaze darting from his hands to his face distrustfully.
"I'd just like to make a bet is all! Don't even gotta bet for money!" He said with a playful look despite being held at blade-point. "I bet that we're gonna meet again sometime." He offered with a grin, knowing she had every intention to kill him.
“What, in hell? That’s cute.” Rose scowled, holding the blade closer to his throat but not pressing hard enough to draw blood. Yet. “The only reason you’re still alive is because I find you mildly amusing.” She hissed, her gaze now locked with his.
"Oh c'mon, you love me." He said jokingly with a wink for emphasis, before suddenly grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her back, covering her working wing so she couldn't move.
"Stay still for me, would'ja?" He grabbed a card with his free hand and set it on her back, grabbing a pen and scribbling something on it. Once he finished, he put away the pen and took the dagger from her hand, leaning on her back a bit longer.
"Y'know, I think this is de most fun I've had in a while."
All Rose could do was widen her eyes as her opponent maneuvered her into a position where she couldn’t think of anything to do. Fuck, how did this happen. “What the fuck are you doing?” She demanded, squirming and jerking her arms and upper body, trying to throw Gambit off. She sighed, puffing a few strands of hair out of her face as she did so. “What makes you think I’ll believe that? I’m not inclined to believe anything that you’ve said to me in the past hour.” She grumbled, hoping to distract him.
"Well, you probably won't. I can't change ya." He admitted with a shrug. He used his power on the blade and tossed it at a wall behind him. Once it exploded he let the card he had written on flutter down onto the ground in front of her face.
"Keep in touch, mon ange."
He released her and ran off into the smoke, making sure he wasn't being followed. Once he got away, he sighed wistfully. He kinda wished he got her number but all he could do was hope she'd call.
Growling defensively and whipping around as soon as she could move her arms again, all Rose saw was the card on the ground. She glanced about her surroundings, snarling when she realized that her target had gotten away. This was the first time she had failed. As her gaze dropped to the ground, she remembered the card. She bent to pick it up, flipping it over, her face heating up upon reading what Gambit had written. Fucking hell. What had she gotten herself into.
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though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MIA STOEGER is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old MYTHOLOGICAL STUDIES MAJOR from LOS ANGELES, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & DUPLICITOUS.
( y’all dont deserve this real messy intro but im workin w half a bwain cell at 4am so i beg thee 4 mercy. nywyy im the excited new girl who’s hella pumped to meet all ur charas : katya ! feel free to hop in my ims to plot or drop a like and i’ll hop in urs ! x )
POWERS
natural acting abilities — her ma’s a hollywoo agent so she started actin real early & now shes a big shot actress. there r more deetz on her career below !
chlorokinesis — it wasnt as natural as acting n she only started working on it when she turned 13 n started going to camps. b4 she just noticed shes good w plants but it wasnt super crazy or nything. its p good now tho ! shes prioritizing vine binding and manipulation 4 the self defense bc awards r cool n all but they dont rlly protecc from monsters ykwim
levitation — shes trying her best ur honor
alcokinesis — she cant conjure it or anything, she’s just immune to it ffff
BIO POINTS — cw: drug use ( full biography here )
her mom raised her by herself bc dionysus the party god was out of the picture immediately. she never told mia she’s a demigod & it was always just “ wow ur so talented ” or “ aww u got a green thumb ! ” but when she saw him claim 13 y/o mia by placing a weird hologram over her head while she slept, she knew she had to spill da beanz & tell her kid
ofc mia thought her mom was jus playing sum weird acting exercise w her bc her powers r so lowkey she could highkey just be a Mortal but insert sad whistle, the realizashun & the claiming meant heightened monster threat !! so yea ,,, one ended up chasing her a couple days later rip
aside from the trauma, mia was ok. mostly bc she ended up cryin for dionysus like any child would n lo & behold he came & helped !!! as he should. nywy she made sure to go to summer camps every year after that but mostly just for protection purposes
she lowkey rlly hates this whole god business esp now that shes grown lmfao deadass thinks she got a bad deal bc life threats arent sexy !!! went to eonia eventually bc its Too Much Man. she just wants to go back to work and her life w the mortals w/o worryin for her life. would deadass fade her father if she could. may or may not be majoring in greek mythology to figure out the logistics of it all out of spite, who knows !
PERSONALITY
not ! a Drama Queen — dont get me wrong, shes hella Extra in the way she moves n acts sorta like shes always bein captured on film. is quick-witted & playful & can be a huge tease/flirt if she feels like it, but miss her w Real Feelings ! totally not sentimental. srsly she will try to rationalize away everything and is just,.,., not good w it. so soz folks, we just keepin it breezy here
ugh, she’s an Actress — aka she can act like she cares tho ! shes very much into keeping ppl on her good side. shes friendly n palatable to everyone bc its how shes been trained & while it doesnt seem fake, its def diff when its genuine
The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known — lemme circle back to the first one, ok so shes good w emotions but only in theory. does intense character work with her roles so she thinks that counts as her having eq when rlly shes just emotionally stunted, projecting n repressing like an idiot
blonde, skinny, rich, & a lil bit of a Bitch — shes only a bitch inwardly or to ppl she trusts enuff to let in on the gossip. if anyone full on opposes her or becomes real emotional, then this lil diva will rear its superiority complex head n snap a lil. will most probably do it v underhandedly n w a smile but it will be Brutal
girls just wanna have FUN ! — shes the child of da party god, so ofc she a true party girl. officially off the rails when she parties. inhibitions ? we dk her. can be insensitive in that case bc smtms its truly no strings attached, tis all abt the fun. likes company a lot & it doesnt even have 2 be loud or particularly abt her, she just likes having people around n the escapism of it all. will make friends with everyone n make sure they have a jolly fun time guaranteed at dionysus parties
Work Hard, Play Hard — real responsible when it comes to work and commitments and if she trusts/likes u enough, she’ll give it 2 u straight, no bs. def thinks Calling Out is an act of love but maybe does it a lil too harshly smtms. v much into efficiency, sentiments be damned. not the feely words type. will sit next to u or party w u or even pay 4 ur therapist if u need sum1 to talk to. she will Be There while u work thru it, so long as u dont expect her to change n be all emotional n stuff
if she seems a lil contradictory thats bc she kinda is. tis the good ol nurture vs nature. her ma’s a real no nonsense chick n her pops is a frat guy drama geek greek god whos rlly into cottagecore so u get this lil blonde bitch whos sorta teetering on the edges
OTHER INFO — cw: drug use ( full headcanons here )
re her career, she achieved pegot status when she was 18 aka she truly b dat bitch. shes not super mainstream famous tho, more like indie sweetheart, film snobs/critics fave typa gal. if ya want a trajectory she started w baby commercials then a sitcom from 4-10 ( think modern fam’s lily ) then it was off to the big screen & the stage !
mia has a lil bit of a drug habit. its not abusive or dependent, but it is a staple whenever shes parties bc alcohol is useless 2 her. started a lil young too bc hollywoo. primarily uppers/hallucinogens. she smokes weed a lil more liberally but the rest is mostly just an on occasion thing ( which, ngl, is a still a lil problematic when u party a lot rip )
after she got claimed, mia ended up going to demigod camps in a lot of diff places n countries, depending on where production would take her. there was never an established place, more like wherever was nearest when they wrapped up shooting bc monsters afoot n wutnot
she was always homeschooled but she still managed to go to a prom and homecoming bc party is life. that makes eonia uni p much her first chance at having a normal educational environment & experience and even then its anything but. still tho this is her moment !!! im lit rally begging her to get a personality that isnt her internally rolling her eyes going “ its not that deep ”
might put up a bio/stats page if im feelin sxc but i wud jus like the records to show that mia stoeger is a bi sxc babe bc me ? write a het ? no grassy ass.
POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS — cw: drug use ( full connections here )
omg danny devito i love ur work !
,,, p self explanatory sdkjfs sum1 who loves her work ! it can be lowkey/highkey fangirl to a civil admiration
OR alternatively, y/m can Not Be a fan of her work. they might think the storyline of the projects she takes on r too out of touch n highbrow yada yada yada, but yes, we love to see either of it !
summer camp sweetheart !
someone she met when at camp when they were teens ? doesnt matter in what country/city, but mia was only visiting so it was truly a one summer romance typa thing. bc she was younger, im thinkin 13-17 or w/e she was probably sweeter n a lot more emotional then. was it either’s first puppy love ? first kiss ? first “ relationship ? ” idk, do yk ? truly, so many possibilities. nothin set in stone just hmu bub
summer camp pals !
p much the same as above but make it Platonic
party buddies !
or druggie pals. either way works but she wud luv it if theyre both xoxo
friends w benefits !
most probably ( but not limited to ) sum1 she met at a party skdjhsjk is it exclusive ? is any1 starting to develop feelings ? im down 4 nthing n evrything
alexa play true friend by hannah montana !
give mia her college bestie ! her confidant who knows her feels and can call each other out viciously with no ounce of resentment. we stan the friendships !
omg i love ur skirt !
that is the ugliest effing skirt i've ever seen. lmao basically sum1 mia pretends to like or acts civil w but rlly ,,,, Cannot Stand for w/e rzn
im p much braindead rn but those are just sum ideas !!! ofc the usual staples like the pals, enemies, wutnots are also v welcome we love to see it. if u also have a wc that u think mia would fit in, id luv to know more ! there are also a couple more detailed ones here, but pls feel free to shoot me a msg n we can get 2 plotting x
( * wipes brow * how did i type so much n say so little rip. mia is also a completely new muse so pls b patient n if i fuq up from time to time, pretend u do not see >.< nywy thnx 4 readin, sweets ! feel free to hmu here or at discord if ya wanna <3333 )
FULL INFO || EONIA TASKS
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Dead Romantics
A/N: The idea came before the plot and I’m just writing this because this is a theme I really want to write about but don’t have the outlet for lol Hopefully starting a series out of this
(au masterlist)
Pairing: modern necromancer!Shinsou HItoshi x reader
Description: The young necromancer spent his entire life being all by himself, and now he had no idea what to do when an enthusiatic classmate went out of thier way to be his friend.
Word count: 2618
Playlist:
Apocalypse//Cigarettes After Sex
Your Heart Is As Dark As Night//Melody Gardot
Cherry Wine//Hozier
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Shinsou Hitoshi was the first and only necromancer to enroll in UA since its establishment many, many moons ago.
For an institution that pride itself in offering inclusive education to both human and magical children alike, the board of staff sure panicked when they read the boy’s application form. Shinsou remembered the slight awkwardness on the teacher’s face when they stiffly said that there was no curriculum or support for necromancers because, frankly, there never was one. And honestly, he was used to that look, he had got reactions way worse than a brief seconds of silence. Necromancers pretty much isolated themselves from the rest of society and for a good reason. Even after cohesion between humans and the nocturnal had made such progress in the past decades, many still saw those who interfere with spirits as taboo. His parents’ decision to let him go to a ‘normal’ school instead of receiving private tutoring caused quite the conflict in his family, whose bloodline traced all the way back to the first generation of those who communicated with the dead.
Shinsou grew up hearing kids whispering things behind his back like he wasn’t there but the worst part was always the look in their eyes when they knew that he heard everything. It was the look of fear, one that his parents warned him before letting him into the wide world filled with people. Just because he was warned doesn’t mean it hurt any less. There was a time when he would try so hard to fit into other kids, and spent night after night sobbing under his blanket when they still avoided him like the plague. But after many years, he had accepted the fact that people simply don’t want to befriend necromancers, and he had grown to enjoy being alone.
Which was why Shinsou Hitoshi had no idea, absolutely no idea why you were being so nice to him.
You were pretty much a normal average human who did not dabble in magic of any sorts and even if you sat right in front of him, he never expected to come in contact with you in any ways. In all honesty, he did not expect to come in contact with anyone in his class in any ways. He made the effort to occupy the seat far at the back in the corner, that way he could avoid being surrounded by people when they get into groups during break. It was a way of living he adapted, self-alienating was actually pretty pleasant once you get used to it.
So no, he wasn’t even sure why he’s still listening to you rambling on about some weird encounter you had with a ghost in the empty classroom when the rest of the class had gone to the canteen. As he watched your hands flailing in the air while reenacting the whole scenario, he wondered why he even responded to you the first time you turned around and tried to get him to talk.
“Shinsou? Shinsou!” you waved your hand in front of his face, bringing him back to reality. “Are you even listening?” you leaned forward, “you look even more dead inside than usual. Did you even sleep last night?”
Shinsou ran his hand through his untamed hair and sighed, he would have been napping by now if you weren’t here. “No, stayed up all night for some ritual.”
He tried to search your eyes for any signs of disgust, any signal of fear but he saw nothing. If anything, you always looked intrigued every time he nonchalantly brought up his family business to see if it would finally scare you into leaving him alone. “Ah, necromancy!” you tilted your head, “so it’s true that it could only happen at night?”
He only nodded. No one had ever asked him about that, how was he supposed to say that it was mostly for aesthetic purposes nowadays when you looked so impressed?
“You should definitely show me how it works one day.”
“What?” Shinsou choked out in disbelief. He knew that you had no idea how dangerous his field of practice could be but he definitely underestimated your lack of alert.
“It’s almost Halloween and my friend is an actual necromancer, we should have a séance or something. It’s festive!” you said, your excitement completely contrasting to the baffled expression of your friend.
“We’re not... Never mind,” Shinsou was about to reflectively say that he wasn’t your friend when his words were caught at the back of his throat. Something about your genuine goodness made him feel bad for pushing you away, which was strange because he never asked for any of this. He wasn’t going to lie, having an accepting person around for a change did feel nice. “Having a séance without a purpose is dangerous and necromancy is pretty much a ‘no outsider’ type business so there’s no way I’m letting you in on that.”
You let out a dramatic sigh and pouted. Shinsou rolled his eyes and you chuckled. Somehow, he wasn’t as annoyed as he tried to be and it confuses him to no end. He was trying to get you to stop bothering him, why was he still here entertaining you when he could be off doing something else?
Shinsou took a breath and tried to sound as stern as he possibly could, “If you’re not a client or another necromancer and I let you see anything, I’ll either have to kill you or marry you.”
You only shrugged, “Sounds good either way.”
He snorted. And as convincing as he tried to be, he could not even convince himself to ignore that fluster in his stomach.
“Just because you’re a necromancer, doesn’t mean you have a free pass to dig up graves.”
“Actually, it does, it’s in the law. (It actually is.)” He silently cursed himself for being foolish enough to fall for your whines and let you tag alone. To be fair, when you heard that he had ‘somewhere to go afterschool’, you really wasn’t expecting to end up in the middle of a graveyard but a normal person would have left at this point and you were still poking your head around him curiously as he looked around. “Why are you still here? For the last time-”
“Stop trying to convince me that we’re not friends,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest and smirked as you knew exactly what he was about to say, “I’ve been to your house and your parents recognizes me, your cat purrs when it sees me, I still have that book you lent me on my shelf, I actually managed to make you laugh once and I’m literally here to dig a grave with you, we are friends.”
Shinsou groaned and you knew that you had won. He would try to argue that you went to his house because he took a sick leave that day and the teacher asked you to since you were the only person he actually talked to in the whole class. His parents still remembered you because they were shocked when they answer the door to someone looking for their son who said that he had no interests in making friends with people from school. Till now, they would still ask Shinsou if ‘the nice kid he met at school’ would like to come over for dinner or not and he would always give an indifferent mumble to brush it off. The house cat purrs at anyone and the only reason he lent you that one book was because you kept bugging him about it and he wanted a bit of peace. He was only laughing at you because you tripped yourself on a flat ground. Finally, he did not ask you to come to the graveyard with him.
Now that he thought about it, he had been spending an awful lot of time with you recently.
“Fine.”
You gave him a wide grin, seeing that it was the first time he ever admitted it out loud. He tried to ignore you and turned around to look for the items he was looking for, not picking up on the heat concentrating on the tip of his ears. He wasn’t actually digging up a grave this time, a little bit of dirt from the ground was enough for what he had in mind.
“What are you doing with that?” you asked as he kneel down to scoop up a small pile of soil next to a tombstone and put it in a small velvet bag.
“Trying to contact a spirit of some sorts,” he said, carefully choosing his wording, “there are questions I want to ask.”
You nodded and didn’t pry any further. He let out a relieved sigh, because he had no idea how he was supposed to answer your questions like it was nothing when everything he wanted answers for had to do with you.
The clock strike midnight and Shinsou sucked in a deep breath as he stared at everything that was laid out in front of him. He had done this many times and he knew that he would not fail, but some part of him was still nervous to see if this would actually help the million thoughts swimming in his mind at all.
Dusting the soil in a trail to form a circle, he lighted a candle and placed it inside the circle. Closing his eyes, he could feel the way his blood flow in his veins and the sudden chills that spread from his back all the way to the tip of his fingeres. As the numbness retreat and he felt the air circulating around the room, his slowly opened his eyes to see a blurry shadow.
Focusing his gaze on the silvery shadow, the figure slowly morphed and twisted like a stream of smoke before coming to form the image of a man. The man was dressed in a sharp suit with a silk bow and held a top hat in hand, old-fashioned but extravagant no less. His hair was carefully styled and every little detail on his coat was delicately crafted.
Ah great, a romantic.
“You called upon the spirits to get answers on the future I assume. Is that right, young boy?” the syllables rolled off the man’s tongue in a way that sounded tiresome to Shinsou’s modern ears.
“Well, yes, but I might have make a mistake.” This was stupid, how sad was it that he was looking for advice on his own feelings and he could only turn to people who had been dead for decades.
“Oh, a mistake you say?” the spirit looked amused by the clear distress on the necromancer’s face, “We both know that a ritual of that sort summons only the spirit that could respond to the deepest yearning of your heart. So why did you call me here, prey tell?”
“I need help,” he said though his teeth, “with this friend of mine.”
“Is it a friend or is it a someone more?”
Stupid ghosts and their instincts. “The thing is, I don’t know how I feel about them.”
“Ah!” The dandy yelped in excitement, “the dilemma of love and friendship, the problem every young gentleman must face!”
Shinsou paled at the ghost who was so excited in the face of his struggle. “It’s not a dilemma. I just, I don’t know if I even feel for them that way or I’m just getting attached to the first person who showed me a hint of kindness. Because I was still annoyed by them the last time I remember and all of a sudden I don’t even mind being around them and it doesn’t make sense-”
“Sounds like you fell in love.”
“But if that’s so then I’m just messing things up, wouldn’t it?”
The spirit raised a brow, “How is that so?”
“Well,” Shinsou tried to gather his thoughts, “there’s no way someone like them would want to get too close with someone like me.”
The spirit stayed silent for a while and it was like it could stare a hole into the boy standing in front of him, “But they already did, haven’t they?”
“What?”
“From what you said, it sounded like that person actually want to be close to you. Why are you so convinced that they wouldn’t?”
For a while, Shinsou was lost with words. There were many, many reasons he could think of on top of his head on why people wouldn’t want to be close to him. He didn’t talk much, he looked like he hadn’t sleep in 300 years, he went looking for relationship advice from a dead romantic, many, many of them. But as he went through the many reasoning, none of them seemed like they would have work with you.
“Don’t mind me because I’m just a dead old man from the 19th century but perhaps you spent so long wallowing in self-loathing that you ignore all signs of said person fancying you as much you might hope them to be?”
It was nothing new but Shinsou stayed up all night thinking about what the spirit said to him. At heart, he still found it pretty pathetic that he got lectured by a ghost but what he said makes sense and for the first time since he gave up on trying to fit in, he felt extremely anxious while sitting through his many classes at school, knowing that you would most likely be around him for lunch.
As expected, you turned your chair to the back and sat down facing him once the bell for lunch break rang and people started to clear out of the room. “So, any success with the questions you wanted to ask?”
“Yeah, sort of.” he only uttered a quick response and you knitted your brow together.
“Is something wrong?” you asked, slightly concerned.
“Why weren’t you afraid of me?”
He looked right at you in the eyes and it almost pained you to think of what he had gone through to even feel the need to ask that. You could guess that he didn’t have the easiest time around people from how closed off he was before you annoyed him into letting his guard down but you wasn’t expecting the standard treatment he got to be fear.
You gently said, “Why would I be?”
He chuckled and you weren’t sure why it sounded to gut wrenching to you. “Everybody else is.”
“I like being around you.”
His eyes slightly widened, the leaping in his chest speeding up at your earnest. His brain went hay wired when you tentatively reached for his hand and rubbed soothing circles at the back of his hand. He wasn’t even aware that he wanted the contact so badly until his body acted upon him and held your hand in his.
A rush of warmth washed through you as the boy initiated any affection towards you for the first time. He brought his hold on your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss at the back of your hand, sending a mad blush to your face. You would be lying if you say you never wanted this to happen when you brought up the bravery to talk to the gloomy kid sitting at the back of the room for the first time.
He quietly said in the most genuine tone you had ever heard from him, “Thank you.”
He smiled, and that sight alone made your heart melt.
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Chubby Arthur with a chubby female reader. Modern times. Can be smutty af. (Haha I’m kinda slutty for my Artie). He’s teaching her about riding horses and next thing you know.....
I’m sorry this took so long! This week has been weird. Anyways, here you go! BTW, this piece made me miss my own horseback riding lessons.
Warnings: smut
You sigh a little nervously. Are you really ready to do this? What if you make a complete fool of yourself? What if he laughs at you? You’ll probably look ridiculous the entire time. What if you enjoy it too much and you make some goofy face? God, this was a bad idea, you tell yourself.
“You ready?” Arthur asks, walking up to you.
You open your eyes, swallowing. Okay, deciding to take horseback riding lessons was a mistake, you’re sure of that now. But why in the hell did your instructor have to be so damn good looking?
You graduated college a year ago and now that you have a good paying job and are fairly stable in your living situation, you decided to go looking on the internet for some things to do with your free time. Some new hobby to develop. Something active. You looked at maybe doing archery or just plain old hiking, and while you liked doing them, they weren’t enough to really keep you going for a long time. Besides, your archery instructor kept pushing you to buy your own gear and that shit’s expensive, so you dropped it. Then you ran into an ad about horseback riding lessons and the fees weren’t out of your range like a lot of the others.
You pat the horse’s neck that you’ve just tied up to the post. She’s a dapple gray mare named Willow. Arthur explained when you first got here that she’s the best with beginners. He has five horses total, including a massive iron gray draft horse. He showed you how to interact with Willow, how to put a halter on and then how to tie her to the post outside his tack room. That’s where you are now after he left to grab some grooming tools.
“Ma’am, you ready?” he says again. You finally nod, feeling like a damn fool. He’s an attractive man, more on the plump side but you can tell he’s still very fit. You’re chubby yourself, a struggle you’ve had for most of your life. It’s also been one of your biggest insecurities. There’s no way in hell this man finds you attractive. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly polite and has a gruff voice, the kind that could turn you to butter.
He hands you a grooming brush and shows you how to brush Willow. Then he shows you how to clean Willow’s feet with a pick and then has you do it. She’s a patient and obedient horse, to which you’re grateful. When she’s all brushed and clean, Arthur comes out with a blanket and a big saddle. He shows you how to position the blanket and then throws the saddle over her back. Then he shows you how tight to put the girth around Willow’s belly and how to measure and adjust the stirrups. Then he shows you how to bridle her. He undoes everything and tells you to repeat it. He’s a firm believer in hands-on learning, which you appreciate.
After she’s saddled up, you lead Willow outside with Arthur. He’s glad you had the knowledge to buy yourself some gear before showing up, mostly the riding boots and a helmet. He admits he never wears one himself, but he grew up on horses so he’s pretty confident in his riding skills.
“Never go without a helmet until you know how to ride backwards, forwards and upside down,” he says.
In the round pen, he teaches you how to mount. When you’re finally on Willow’s back, he asks how it feels. It feels good, even if it is taller than you thought it’d be. Arthur just has you walk around the round pin for the next half hour so you can get used to the horse moving beneath you and get your balance. He’s surprised how well you’re able to balance yourself.
Over the lesson, you keep catching him looking at you, but you can’t tell if he’s just making sure you don’t fall off or get ahead of yourself. It’s probably just wishful thinking, but you swear he seems to always have a small smile when he’s looking at you. Like you said, there’s no way he finds you attractive.
Over the course of the next few weeks, you have a few more lessons and have graduated to trotting and doing simple work like pirouetting and other types of turns. Arthur says it’s all important so you can really learn how to feel your horse and build that unique bond of trust between horse and rider. It’s tough work that always leaves you sweating a little, not to mention sore. After your first lesson, you could barely walk normally because of how saddle sore you were.
You swear Arthur’s been flirting with you a little more and more each time you’ve come for a lesson. Banter between you comes easily and you learn a lot about each other. However, by your sixth lesson, you struggle to look him in the eye thanks to the fact you’d had a wet dream about him. It had been amazing too, the things he did to you were just wonderful. You’re determined to keep it a secret.
The tenth lesson, as you’re unsaddling Willow, Arthur strolls up to you, looking nervous. Oh no, he’s about to tell you he can’t continue teaching you for some reason. Is he about to sell his ranch? Is he selling Willow?! You love Willow, she’s a fantastic horse. Oh no, what is he about to announce? You’ve come so far with these lessons, they’ve been an incredible amount of fun.
He rubs his neck nervously. “Hey, uh, Y/N. I was wonderin’, well…” He stutters a bit. “I understand if you ain’t interested or if you got plans. And I certainly don’t wanna step on any toes if you already got someone, but…” He finally looks at you with those beautiful blue eyes. They were the first thing you noticed about him. “I’d love to take ya out to dinner. Tomorrow, if you’re free?”
You must be tired or hungry or dehydrated or something. No way in hell did Arthur Morgan, your horse riding instructor and certified hottie, just ask you out on a date. There’s no way in hell! You must take too long to process this because he begins to stammer again. “I didn’t mean…. If ya already got a boyfriend, or a girlfriend even, I certainly don’t wanna intrude. Sorry if I offended ya.”
He begins walking away, his face red. You come to your senses, realizing you didn’t make it up. “Arthur, wait! Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you hanging. I thought… well, I thought I was just hallucinating or something. To be honest, I’ve wanted to ask you out forever but just… didn’t think you’d want to.” Great, now you’re the one rambling. “Arthur, I’d love to go to dinner with you.”
You’ve never seen him smile so wide. “Well, that’s great, Y/N.” The two of you set time and details and then you say goodbye. His eyes are sparkling when you leave and you feel like you’re floating the entire way home. You can’t believe it. A date with Arthur Morgan! He’s gotta have dozens of women drooling at his feet, you know he teaches other people to ride. You’ve seen a couple of them. So why in the hell did he ask you out? You’re just a normal girl, there’s nothing about you that you find interesting. Not in personality and definitely not in looks.
The next day, you try to find something nice to wear. Not anything too formal of course, but something nice. You end up just putting on a clean pair of jeans and a tank top with a plaid button down shirt, leaving it open. There. A safe, nice and casual look that still says you know how to have fun.
Arthur knocks on your door and when you open it, you can’t help but let your mouth fall slightly open. He was always good looking before but now he’s down right sexy. He’s in a pair of jeans, his signature cowboy boots, and a blue plaid button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shirt’s only buttoned up to halfway up his chest, revealing some of the hair growing on his chest. You remember your sex dream involving him and resist the urge to just rip his shirt open. You doubt you’ll ever get to that point with him.
At dinner, the two of you get on famously. You chat at the table for well over two hours. But after having a few drinks, your resolve to not be overly sexual towards him is beginning to slip.
“I think I need more riding lessons,” you say, slurring slightly. “Maybe you can help me more?”
His eyes spark at you, a dark look in them and he wears an illegally sexy grin. “Oh, I can certainly do that, darlin’.”
Okay, you’re already hot for this guy. Jesus, you’re not even intimate with him and he’s already pushing your buttons. You think somewhat woefully about how you’ll probably end up feeling lonely while using your vibrator again later tonight.
However, when you walk out with Arthur to his truck, slightly tipsy, he stops you and then slowly bends down and kisses you. His lips are like fire. They awaken some kind of heat within you that has nothing to do with sex. It feels incredible and you find yourself wanting more when he pulls away. You reach up, tangling your hands in his hair, and kiss him back. Your hand wanders down from his head to his chest where you start rubbing his collarbone, your fingertip barely touching it. His response is undeniable and he groans. “Your house?” he says, his breath picking up. You just nod and kiss him again.
The next thing you know, you’re in his truck and he’s speeding down the road towards your house. Now is the time for you to start freaking out. Are you really going to sleep with him on the first date? Technically, you’ve spent a lot of alone time with him, but they were never dates. Was this his goal all along? Just getting you into bed and having fun and then, next thing you know, he’s just your instructor again or worse, he disappears? Should you be doing this?
He must be able to tell you’re freaking out because he reaches over and takes your hand. “Sweetheart, you feelin’ okay?” You look at him. “I, um, I don’t want you to think I do this on every first date, Arthur. Because I don’t. Hell, I’ve never fooled around with anyone until after our third date.” He chuckles and brings your hand up to kiss it. “I understand. And I don’t want ya to think I’m tryin’ to take advantage of you.”
He pulls up to your house and he stops, but doesn’t get out. “Listen, we don’t have to if you don’t feel ready.” Okay, you’re already hard core falling for him. First, he’s hot, he’s sweet and kind, and now he’s patient and he doesn’t wanna push you. You reach over and kiss him. “Thank you, Arthur. I think… if we did it tonight, we’d probably end up regretting it.”
He nods and then walks you to the door. There, he gives you another kiss. This one’s more passionate, yet not pushy. In it, he says he’s already crazy about you.
After the first date, the riding lessons have changed only slightly. There’s more touching and kissing, plus Arthur doesn’t hide his flirting anymore. You’ve gone on a few more dates but still haven’t done the nasty with him. He hasn’t pushed for it either, but you can tell you’re getting close to breaking that.
During one riding lesson, he shows you a slightly tricky maneuver and you try to copy it but end up just slipping off the horse and falling into the sand. He runs over, asking if you’re okay. You are, the only thing injured is your pride. He chuckles when you get up, clearly unhurt. “Now you’re a real cowgirl!” he says with a laugh. “Falling off is a right of passage, sweetheart.”
“I just lost my balance is all,” you say, brushing your jeans off. The sexual tension throughout the day has been stronger than ever. He touches your shoulder. “Maybe you need a little more practice,” he says.
Before you can stop yourself, you’re kissing him, your arms wrapped around him. He groans against your lips and you reach down, squeezing his crotch. It immediately grows hard. Arthur pushes you away just slightly and he grabs your hand, running into the stable and into an empty stall where he stores hay and sawdust.
As soon as he gets there, you’re attacking him. The first thing you do is rip open his shirt. Fuck, he’s even hotter than you thought. You start kissing his chest and stroking his nipples. He tips his head back as one hand wanders down to his belt and undoes it. In your desperation to see him unsheathed, you fumble with his belt. Eventually you get it undone and his pants unbuttoned. You reach in and grab him, his length already hard. His hips buck a little.
“Hey,” he groans. “Let me give you another riding lesson.”
You shiver and nod. He lifts up your shirt and rips it off and then unclasps your bra. He stares at your naked breasts for a moment and then you reach down and strip off your pants. Now you’re completely naked in front of him. He smiles as he studies your body and then he strips his own clothes off.
Once you’re both exposed, he lays down on his back, his cock standing erect. He gestures down at it. “Come on, cowgirl. Time for your lesson.”
You almost giggle at how cheesy he is, but you comply. You kneel down, straddling his hips but keeping his length away from your slit. You kind of wish there was something in the terms of foreplay. He must sense your hesitation. His hands latch onto your hips and he starts rubbing up your sides and finds your breasts. You tilt your head back as he strokes your nipples, making the already stiff nubs perk out even more.
Eventually one hand leaves your breast and slides down between your legs. “Damn, you’re wet,” he says. You sigh in pleasure and then he slips a finger into your soaking slit, making you yelp. He tickles you, your breath picking up. You involuntarily twitch on him and then he pushes a finger into you. “Think you’re ready, cowgirl,” he says after a few moments of you fucking his hand.
You nod and sit up a little, grabbing his stiff cock. You pump it a few times and then angle your hips directly above it, settling down onto him. He feels good as he fills you up. He goes in deep and then, without warning, he begins pushing himself in and out of you. You can’t help but moan with every push and bounce along with him, creating even more friction between the two of you. You look down at him. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are filled with lust. He’s left his old hat on. To be expected, you suppose. You’ve never seen him with it off.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growls. You gasp again as he puts his hand back to your slit, tickling your clit. He’s the first man you’ve done this who has actually taken the time to make sure you get your pleasure.
“Keep going,” you squeak. “Oh God, Arthur, it feels good.” He stimulates you again and again, your hips wildly bucking as his cock pulses within you. He pushes himself up a little harder, brushing your spot as he slides his finger across your clit again. You clench your toes and groan loudly, turning into jelly on him. “Good girl,” he says in a deep voice. “You’re alright. Easy.”
Just as you’re coming down and about to put yourself back together, he flips you onto your back so he can really pound himself into you. He’s going so hard you’re sure it’ll hurt in the morning, but you don’t care. He feels amazing. You clutch his back, leaving behind small scratches as he thrusts again and again, chasing his own end. After a short time, he finally pulls out and releases onto your thighs and the hay beneath you. “Shit,” he says when he’s finished spilling out.
You cup his cheek and smile up at him. “Did I do good?” you ask. He smiles and kisses you. “I think we might need another lesson.”
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*a/n this is the fourth installment of the Hiday Series! I hope y’all enjoy and so sorry it took me so long to update this story! Please as always tell me your thoughts!*
“This place is,” You looked around the pub and smiled as you saw all the green and gold lights strung all over. “Very festive.” You heats Gina snicker from behind you as the two of you made your way towards the bar that was decked out in St. Patrick’s Day decorations.
“Well it is an Irish pub so I assume it looks something like this year round.” Gina explained as the two of you took the last empty seats at the end of the bar. “How’d you find this place?” She asked as she waved down the bartender with a smile.
“Yelp.” You answered with a shrug making Gina laugh because of course you picked a bar to spend St. Patrick’s Day in off of Yelp, you did always like to go off of the opinions of others. “It said it had great-“ You were in the middle of giving Gina your explanation of why you picked this bar out of the others that had great reviews when a hand slammed down onto the bar next to your arm.
“Pint O’Guinness an a shot of Jameson please Sammy.” You felt your eyes go wide as a very familiar thick Irish accent flooded your ears. “Eh might as well make it two, save me a tri-“ You went tense as Niall suddenly stopped speaking and Gina’s face broke out into what you knew was a very fake smile as she looked to your left. “Gina? The bloody hell ya doin here?” He asked just as his drinks were placed in front of him making your nose crinkle as you looked at his two pints of Guinness.
“Uh we found it on Yelp.” Gina explained with a smile as she motioned towards you making Niall look down and if you knew any better you’d say you saw his mouth twitch as if he wanted to smile as you looked over at him.
“It has great reviews.” You added making Niall laugh as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet.
“This place? Great reviews? Must’ve all been written by ole Sammy boy em’self cos dis place ain’t nothin but a hole in da wall.” Niall smiled as he placed his card onto the bar before looking down at you and that’s when you noticed his flushed cheeks and how his eyes were a bit glossy. “But it’s close ta my house an Sam is known to be liberal when makin drinks so it does da trick.” He shot the bartender a playful smirk making him just shake his head as he walked towards the end of the bar where you were sat at.
“Are you drunk?” You asked making Niall laugh and Gina give your arm a light smack causing you to just shoot her playful glare as you shrugged.
“Not yet m’workin on it tho, don’t ya worry.” Niall answered as the bartender took his card and headed for the register. “Keep it open Sam! An get these lovely ladies whatever dey want.” Gina smiled and gave you a little nudge as she wiggled her eyebrows making you roll your eyes.
“I’ll take a whiskey sour,” Gina ordered and then turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow. “The usual?” You nodded at her making Niall chuckle at the fact Gina knew your go too drink. “She’ll have a double vodka with water.” You smiled as Sam just nodded his head and typed in the orders before turning to get started on them.
“Vodka water? What are you an eighty year old nan?” Niall teased as he picked up one of his pints of Guinness and took a giant swing of it causing your nose to crinkle making Niall give you and odd look as he sat the glass down on the bar. “Problem love?” You felt your cheeks get warm as the pet name rolled off his tongue so effortlessly and you had to remind yourself that he called everyone that.
“I just like it,” You explained with a shrug before you pointed at the dark brown ale in his now half empty pint glass. “Now that stuff I don’t know how you drink it.” You watched him smile before he took another gulp making the corners of your mouth turn down.
“He’s Irish, loving Guinness is built into their genetics or something.” Gina teased as Sam places your vodka water down in front or you and Gina’s whiskey sour in front of her making her smile as she picked it up and took a sip.
“True, can’t call yerself Irish if tha thought of a nice pint of Guinness doesn’t get yer blood pumpin an yer heart racin.” You laughed at Niall as he spoke making him grin at the sound of your laughter. You watched as Niall picked up his shot glass and turned around so he was facing the rest of the bar and raised it up. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day everybody!”He shouted making the whole bar just cheer in response causing you and Gina to laugh as he downed the shot before turning back around and placing the empty glass onto the bar.
“You come here often?” Gina asked after she took a sip of her drink while Niall looked around and offered a smile to a few people as they walked passed making you feel as if Niall was indeed a regular here.
“Eh only bout once or twice a week when m’in town.” He responded as he looked down at you while you sipped on your drink. “Ya fancy sittin at tha bar all night or you lot wanna join me at a table?” You looked over at Gina who just shrugged making you roll your eyes at the fact you were left to make the decision.You just grabbed your purse and your drink after you slid off the barstool, Niall quickly finished off his beer so he only had to grab one glass off the bar before turning so he could lead you and Gina towards the back of the bar to a table by the window.
“So how’s uh Nate?” You felt your eyes go wide as Gina almost choked on a sip of her drink when Niall broke the comfortable silence the three of you had been sitting in for the past few minutes since getting comfortable at the table. “Dats his name right? Sorry m’shit wit names.” Niall added as he gripped his glass and looked down at the table to avoid making eye contact with you.
“Uh I guess he’s good? Wouldn’t really know.” You answered quietly making Niall just nod his head while he all of a sudden became very much aware of just how close you were to him, so close in fact that he could smell the sweet scent of the perfume you were wearing. “He seems happy at work so I’d say he was doing good.” You added with a small smile before taking a big sip of your drink.
“You two aren’t uh like datin er anythin?” Niall asked as he rubbed at the back of his neck with one of his hands while the other one held a firm grip on his glass.
“So Niall why are you alone tonight hmm? Melanie couldn’t join you in celebrating your Irish roots?” Gina asked in the most sarcastic tone she could muster making Niall’s jaw clench at the mention of Melanie’s name.
“Haven’t seen her fo a few weeks. She’s probably off somewhere with er new boy toy.” Niall shrugged before taking a big gulp of his beer while you just bit down on your lip trying to hide your smile as Gina just nodded her head and finished off her drink. “Feelin another shot, you two down fo a shot?” You and Gina nodded and Niall smiled as he got up from the table and headed to the bar to grab three shots.
“S’like I don’t wanna work fo ever ya know? I wanna retire an be fat n happy on a golf course s’mwhere on an island.” Niall slurred making you erupt into a fit of giggles, a few hours and quite a few shots had passed since you and Gina entered the pub and now the three of you were well on your way to being completely drunk.
“On an island? Niall just go back home to Ireland! It’s an island!” You teased making Niall laugh as he placed his arm around your shoulder.
“I’ll be back, gonna grab us some waters.” Gina explained before getting up and shooting you a not so subtle wink as she made her way to the bar.
“M’sorry ya know?” You looked up at Niall as he stared down at you with a serious look on his face. “I didn’t mean any of it. S’jus I didn’t know what ta say so I said some stupid shit an I hurt yer feelins.” You looked away from him as he spoke, afraid that if you looked at him you’d loose all control and end up doing something reckless.
“It’s fine, we both said stupid stuff and it’s okay. All is forgiven.” You reassured him with a smile as you finally looked up at him as you felt him pulling you a little closer to him.
“We’re okay then yeah?” He asked and you giggled as a few stands of his hair fell and before you could stop yourself you reached up and brushed them back making Niall smile.
“Yeah we’re okay.” You answered with a smile as Niall slowly started leaning in closer to you making your heart being to race as he inched even closer.
“Waters all around! Drink up bitches, I don’t feel like carrying anyone besides myself home.” Gina shouted as she placed three glasses of water down onto the table making Niall instantly sit up straight and your cheeks to flush as you turned to look at Gina. “Oh sorry boss, didn’t mean the whole bitch thing.” She added with a shrug before she looked from Niall to you with a raised eyebrow.
“Thanks Gina.” You ignored her questioning look as you reached for a glass of water while Niall just laughed as he scooted out of the booth making you frown a bit.
“S’been fun ladies but m’sorry I’ve gotta go,” Niall opened his arms so he could give Gina a hug before turning and looking at you with a grin. “It was a pleasure.” He added as you stood up so you could give him a hug goodbye.
“See you Monday.” You smiled as he leaned down and placed a quick kiss to your cheek while you gave him a squeeze making him laugh as you let him go.
“Oh I won’t be in the office fo a bit, meetings across the pond an all tha boring stuff.” You raised an eyebrow at him as he reached over in the booth and grabbed his jacket. You had written all his meetings down for the month and none of them involved him leaving the country, you would’ve surely remembered that.
“Oh okay we’ll see you when you get back.” You gave him a fake smile as he slipped on his jacket, Gina took Niall’s spot in the booth and took a giant sip of her water.
“G’night loves.” He turned and took a step towards the door before looking back over his shoulder at you with a wink and a smile making your cheeks get hot as you watched him walk away.
“Oh honey,” You turned and looked at Gina with a goofy smile making her laugh and shake her head. “You’ve got it bad.” You rolled your eyes as you plopped down next to her in the booth.
“I do not.” You slurred making Gina just laugh even more as she slid a glass of water towards you. “He’s just cute s’all.” With that you just began drinking your water with a silly little smile on your face as you replayed the events of the night in your head.
“Yup he’s cute, now drink up so you don’t totally hate yourself in the morning.” You just waved Gina off as she finished her glass of water while you continued to slowly sip on yours.
Niall still had a smile plastered onto his face as he got home from the bar only with a few stumbling instances on the walk home. He couldn’t believe his luck, of all the pubs in the city you walked into the one down the street from his house. If Niall was truly being honest with himself he would have to admit that he didn’t think he’d ever be able to have a conversation like the ones he just had with you after the way he talked to you at Valentine’s Day, but over the past few weeks and multiple awkward attempts to start a casual conversation with you at work by the coffee machine or the copier he’d say this was amazing progress. The fact he got to apologize and got to hear you say everything was okay made him smile as he thought about the possibilities going forward and all it took was an Irish holiday.
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Jean is a 22 year old love pixie! She uses she/her pronouns and is beginner friendly! Jean is our Valentine’s Day Special spirit! She is also a Fast Track spirit. This means if she doesn’t get enough attention, she will be taken down on March 1st. For more information please look here!
Appearance:
Jean is a very proud pixie standing at 4'3" tall. Because of her height, many mistake her for being fae rather than pixie, but she assures us that her, and her entire family, are in fact pixies!
She has waist length hair that’s been dyed a bright blue. Her stark white roots are showing for the first 2 inches of the top of her head. She often puts her hair in a half up half down ponytail, just to keep it out of her face. Though, Jean is very experimental and loves doing new things with her look, especially her hair. Even though Jean dyes her hair, she doesn’t even bother with her eyebrows and eyelashes, which are both white and almost appear to glow off of her brown skin.
She has pink eyes and always has a large smile on her lips. She loves to laugh and the corners of her lips seem to be pulled into a permanent uptilt. Her ears are very pointed and stick straight up, barely passing the top of her head. Out of her back are two typical fairy wings. They’re each split into two sections, much like a butterfly’s. Unlike butterflies, her wings end in sharp points aiming up and down. Lucky for Jean, her wings are made of energy and don’t actually connect to her body, so she can wear whatever clothing she wants without having to worry about if it will fit around her wings. When she's around those she loves, or around a large amount of love (i.e. going out on V-day) her wings can grow way larger, but they never shrink past a certain point.
Jean often wears tight fitting clothes because she hates them moving when she flies. And she doesn't mind that they help accentuate her figure. She is a love sprite of familial love and that is where her natural abilities lie, but she loves romantic love and is a true romantic dreaming of finding true love.
Personality:
Jean is very eccentric. She is very outgoing and rocks her own style all day every day. In general she’s very chatty and loves to talk about anything and everything. Just because she loves to talk doesn’t mean that she can’t listen. She values the relationships she forms with others and loves listening to others talk about their day or about the meaning of the universe. Due to her nature, she tries to form meaningful connections with everyone she meets, but she isn’t a doormat. If someone is truly an ass, they don’t get the time of day in Jean’s book. Why waste time with someone who doesn’t even try in the first place?
In her spare time, Jean can be found dancing or trying to learn a new dance, giggling as she writes in her diary, or on her version of a phone talking with her older sister. She loves to move and communicate and is trying to learn how to dance to communicate with bees. One may think that sitting still and quiet are words that don’t appear to be in Jean’s vocabulary, but to the contrary! Not only can Jean sit quietly through a movie (only at the theaters though, she’ll talk when watching at home), but she’s also fond of meditation and tries to relax her body through meditation right before bed every night.
Jean is also a hopeless romantic. She adores bad and good romance books, romcom movies, sad romance movies, anything that involves true love. She will gobble that shit right up. She also often dreams of finding the perfect person to spend the rest of her life with. While she enjoys her life as it is, it’d still be nice to fall in love. Being the hopeless romantic she is, she falls in love a little bit with everyone she runs into.
Species Info:
Jean belongs to a species of pixie that specialize in familial love. They naturally strengthen bonds of those that see each other as a family, and will often throw their all into helping fix a relationship. Family is really important to these spirits, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t also provide help with other types of love or relationships. Many make it their lives around helping others in this area.
Past:
Jean was born into a very loving family (as you could guess) with two dads and an older sister. Being 8 years younger than her sis, Jean was always babied, even as she grew older. Some of Jean’s earliest memories are playing around with her family, singing karaoke with them, or throwing flour at each other as they tried to bake. She she grew older, she would follow her sister around to parties and quickly became the life of the party. I mean, who wouldn’t love a little kid dancing as hard as she can and complimenting everyone she spoke to? At 19, Jean got the job she currently works at as adopted granddaughter of an old man who runs a poolside bar. It was there that she learned about companionship and decided to go for it!
Current Lifestyle:
Currently Jean wakes up at about 7 am and starts playing music to urge her out of bed. It still takes about 3-4 songs before her feet touch the ground. She showers and then spends a good amount of time fixing up her appearance, dancing around the music this entire time. After breakfast, she’ll go about her day. At least 4 days a week that she chooses she works at a poolside bar with her friends. On days she works, Jean arrives home at about 6 pm and starts cooking dinner, dancing around the kitchen to music the entire time. She often reads or watches a show while she eats and afterwards goes to her neighbor’s house to play with their dogs. Right before bed Jean makes sure to write in her diary and meditate before drifting off to bed. Most nights though, she’ll be at a friends house talking and goofing off, having a good ole time.
Companionship:
When finding out that for a lot of people, spirit companionship is like a second (or first) family, Jean figured she kind of had to get involved. With companionship that’s what she hopes to find - another family. People to bond with and live with and come home to. Any size of family and any experience is good for Jean! She just wants her companion to be someone who will put in the time with her, bond and do things.
Communication:
Astral speaking is preferred. She can use telepathy, but prefers not to as it takes a lot of concentration on her end and she doesn’t usually hear messages unless she’s expecting one. She can also read tarot and oracle decks and use a pendulum.
From Jean:
“Oh I get to say words? Okay! Hello~ I’m Jean! I can not not not wait to be posted and actually get to meet you people!!! I’ve been in vetting for like, 2 years, so like, I just really can’t wait! I really hope to make some friends! I plan to talk every single day so I hope some good things come out of this month!! *blows kiss* See you soon!”
Likes:
A good romance book, stereotypical ‘girls' night’ with painting each others nails, doing facemasks, talking about crushes, etc, though boys and those of other genders are certainly allowed to join as well, dancing in large fields of flowers, making flower crowns, Valentine's day, piglets
Dislikes:
Making her bed, dying her hair, but also having white hair (her natural color), being actually scared, people who don’t think she’s a pixie for any reason
Hobbies:
Reading and watching romance media, writing in her diary, pressing flowers, dancing and singing, taking polaroid pictures and scrapbooking them, going to the zoo
Magic:
All love based magic, though familial love is strongest
Songs:
Who Cares? By Sundial
Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos
Family by Mother Mother
Friends You Might Know:
Hyper the Harper
Greeny the Friend!
Wingul the Air Sprite
Vessel:
Something heart shaped! Or pink!
Vetting Start: 2/12/18
Posted: 2/1/20
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Good For You ~ Epilogue (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)
PART ONE ~ PART TWO ~ PART THREE ~ PART FOUR
MASTERLIST
Summary: You’re a broke ass college student whose one night stand with the infamous Duncan Shepherd leads to the development of a rather interesting relationship between the two of you.
Word Count: 4.9k
Warnings: sugar daddy!Duncan, fem!reader, smut, daddy kink, voyeurism (sort of? not really but), lost of fluff hehe
A/N: Surprise bitch, I bet you thought you’d seen the last of sugar daddy!Duncan and Y/N 😏. Since everyone seemed to be feelin some type of way that Part 4 was the last part, I figured I’d finish them off with a cute lil sum sum bc why the hell not lmao. This also kinda fits in line with it being finals szn, so for all my thotties still in school, enjoy!! Also I barely proofread this pls forgive me. Once again, thanks for all of the kind words about my writing, it means the world to be as always!
A set of keys rattling on the other side of Duncan’s apartment door indicated her arrival. They jangled rapidly, as if getting inside was of utmost importance. Duncan knew exactly who it was, as only two other people in the world had a key to his place. Annette, whom he’d only recently just reconciled with after the earth-shattering news that revealed she wasn’t actually his mother, had taken off to Mexico earlier that week to tend to international ties with The Shepherd Freedom Foundation, so it wasn’t her. Which led him to believe that only other person, a person he’d been thinking an awful lot about lately, could possibly be making their way into his apartment...
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“I DID IT!” you yelled as you bolted through the front door of Duncan’s, well yours and Duncan’s, apartment. Probably a little too loud for his neighbor’s liking, but you were too excited to give a shit. Paying no mind to behave like a civilized human being, you dropped everything at the entryway and jumped over the back of the quilted leather sofa to plummet into Duncan’s lap; textbooks, designer bag, and the obnoxiously large keyring to your new Audi (an anniversary present from Duncan), all clanking to the floor in one large pile.
Duncan grunted in response, the weight of you crashing on top of him so suddenly knocked the breath out of him. His face quickly became consumed by a genuine, ear-to-ear smile as he remembered what you had set off to do this morning.
“I knew you would,” he stated matter-of-factly as his arms wrapped securely and comfortably around your waist, his lips reaching over to plant a quick kiss on your lips before you told him all about the day you’d just had.
In the years that the two of you actually spent together as a couple, you’d come to realize many things about the infamous Duncan Shepherd. One being that he loved physical contact. He wasn’t quick to expose that side of himself back when he was considered strictly as your sugar daddy, but that passing of time had made him soft. He loved touches. Even little touches like pressing his knee against yours under the table during boring gala dinners, or rubbing small circles on the underside of your ass while his head was between your legs. Duncan lacing his arms around you had become customary, part of your daily routine when either of you came home for the night.
“The department loved my thesis. They said my research was impeccable, and that there wasn’t a single thing I could have done to improve it. I’m set to graduate in two weeks!” you gloated, and you damn well reserved the right to.
For the past 3 years, you’d been working on your thesis for graduate school, and it just about took every ounce of sanity you had left. You couldn’t count the number of days and nights you’d spent huddled over a textbook or sobbing into your laptop because your numbers weren’t coming out right or you felt like your argument was pointless. But Duncan was there for you through it all. He saw how drained you were for months on end, and wanted to make sure he was doing everything he could. You quit your job, finally giving into Duncan’s pleads to let him cover your expenses full time. You’d even been living with him for just over a year now, not counting the many, unofficial months prior when a large collection of your bras and underwear had mysteriously taken over drawers of Duncan’s dresser. Your roommate was pissed after finding out you were abandoning her to move in with your boyfriend, but she quickly retracted her remarks upon realizing she’d be able to visit Duncan’s lavish apartment whenever she pleased.
“So I’m guessing my little stress reliever really helped take the edge off for your presentation then, hmm?” he snidely remarked, referring to last night, when his fingers worked you over the edge repeatedly. You’d been up all night worrying, sleep being the furthest thing from your mind. Duncan begged and pleaded for you to come to bed, but you refused. Too many last minute diagrams to perfect and statistics to memorize before your thesis defense the next morning. He’d somehow managed to coax you into the satin of his sheets with the promise of a good night’s sleep. There was no teasing, no holding back, just Duncan making you feel so incredibly good, knocking you into a deep slumber in no time.
“I just got my fucking master’s degree, and you want to try to make this about yourself?” you sarcastically jabbed, playfully shoving Duncan’s shoulders against the back of the couch.
He pretended to be hurt, unwinding one arm from your waist to dramatically massage the skin where you’d pushed him.
“I’m teasing, dove. You wanna go out? I’m feeling like this calls for a celebration. We can go to that new seafood restaurant on Pennsylvania Avenue. You have to have a reservation, but I could probably get us in.”
“Can we just stay in? I’ve been standing in these heels for hours and I really don’t feel like talking to anyone else,” you muttered while tucking your head into the crook of his neck, the exhaustion evident in your body language.
“Of course,” he replied, resting his chin on the top of your head while brushing his fingertips absentmindedly across your forearm. “I can call in something. What are you in the mood for? Sushi? Thai?”
“Can we order pizza from that place by my old apartment?” you asked, a cheeky grin creeping its way onto your face. You knew damn well the reaction that suggestion would get out of him. You’d gotten Duncan to eat there once, but only once. After some begging on your part, Duncan agreed to give it a shot. His upbringing consisted of caviar and charcuteries, meaning greasy, $2 a slice pizza automatically made his stomach churn. He ate it, but not without complaining the entire time. Despite growing accustomed to Duncan’s ways after being with him for so long, you still yearned for that shitty, cheesy, pumped-full-of-chemicals pizza that had comforted you on many drunken nights while walking back to your old apartment.
Duncan pulled back from where he was cuddled into you to reveal the most genuine, stink face you had ever seen. His lips were pressed together firmly and turned down in disgust and his eyes were crinkled at the corners. Clearly not amused.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Serious as a heart attack, handsome,” you rattled your fingertips against his peck for emphasis, peering up at him with doe eyes you knew he couldn’t resist.
He paused for a moment longer, praying you’d suggest something, anything, else besides that stupid fucking pizza he hated so much. He honestly didn’t see how people could stomach food like that, but he wasn’t going to crush your spirits on your special day.
Realizing you weren’t budging on your wishes, he audibly groaned.
“You’re lucky I have a hard time saying no to you. You know that, right?”
“As if you ever would, Donut.”
He suppressed a chuckle at the nickname you’d recently picked given him, still trying to seem annoyed.
“Whatever, brat.” He snorted effortlessly flicked your legs off of his lap, sauntering towards the kitchen to grab his phone and place an order for what he considered the worst meal on the planet.
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Somewhere along the line, the pizza had long been forgotten. Maybe it was when you’d purposely reached over Duncan to grab the tv remote, making sure he got an eyeful of your breasts as you moved. Or maybe it was when you’d kissed him to shut him up amidst his incessant bitching about how the pizza tasted like it had been left out in the hot sun for 3 days. However it went down, you’d found yourself straddled across Duncan’s lap, his hands clutched tightly at your waist, occasionally roaming down to your ass to grind you against his hardening cock.
You felt your core pulsing beneath you as Duncan ground his hips against yours, arousal pooling at your entrance. As old as Duncan was, he was always in the mood, ready to take you whenever and wherever. He had situated his body so that his legs were propped up on the cushions and his back was leaning against the stiff armrest, where he was able to hold your body as close to his as possible with ease. You were lost in the moment, not thinking of anything or anyone else except the way Duncan was making you feel.
Once you were able to pry Duncan’s hands from of your ass, you withdrew your lips from his with a pop. Sliding down his body, you held eye contact with him as you reached for the buckle on his belt, eyes blown with desire. Duncan had this look on his face like he was contemplating doing something or saying something, but he certainly didn’t want you to stop either. He let you undo his belt buckle and unzip his trousers, making one less layer between you and his aching cock. You pressed your lips over the cotton of his boxers, making him groan as you mouthed at his erection that was begging to be set free.
Just as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, Duncan gripped you by your wrists.
“What? Are you okay?” you stopped suddenly. Duncan was never one to put things on hold, especially when your pretty, little lips were mere inches away from where he wanted you most.
“Put your shoes on, I need to show you something.”
“You’re joking, right?” you asked, sitting up from your place between his legs.
“Serious as a heart attack, angel,” he responded, batting his eyelashes and speaking in a sing-song voice, clearly mocking your words from earlier on in the evening.
“Come on, let’s get in the car.”
Glancing down at the bulge in boxers, you gave him one last, “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of this first?” look. He simply smiled in return, taking your hand in his to help you up from the couch.
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The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, largely due to the fact that Duncan had used one of the emergency ties he kept in his backseat to blindfold you, making you completely unaware of where he was taking you. You begged and pleaded for Duncan to tell you where you were going, but he wouldn’t budge. It was a surprise, he insisted.
“Is it a dog?”
“Jesus, no.”
“A cat?”
“Absolutely not, Y/N.”
“A bird?”
“Why would I blindfold you to take you to get a fucking bird?”
“I don’t know, Dunc? Why did you throw me in your Bentley and blindfold me at 11 o’clock at night anyway, hmm?
“Will you just drop it? You’ll see when we get there.” He was annoyed but the tone of voice let you know he was still entertained by your whining. You knew he was smirking despite not being able to see anything but the darkness that the blindfold allowed.
“Fine, but a dog would still be nice.”
The rest of the way consisted of silence; the whirring of the engine and the breeze of the air conditioner being the only sounds filling the confines of Duncan’s car. You tugged at the tie around your eyes, trying to stealthily catch a glimpse of a highway sign that would even slightly indicate where you were headed. He caught you every time, scolding you and sarcastically threatening to drop you off on the side of the road if you tried it again.
Suddenly, you felt Duncan applying pressure to the brakes, the car slightly jerking as he shifted the gear to park. Finally. Whatever Duncan was planning was about to be unveiled.
Your hand wrapped around the back of the tie, attempting to undo the knot and take in your surroundings. Duncan was quicker, swatting your hands away before you could slip the fabric away from your eyes.
“Not yet. I’ll tell you when you can look.”
Exhaustingly, you threw your head back into the headrest of the seat with a sigh.
“Will you stop being dramatic? We’ll be inside in like 10 seconds.” You couldn’t see him, but you knew his eyes were rolled so far back into his head they might have fallen out.
You heard the click of the door handle, and felt Duncan’s hand on your elbow, prompting you to step out of his car. Your shoes scraped against pavement, meaning he hadn’t driven you into the middle of the woods to kill you. What a relief.
He guided your steps with his fingers laced in yours, oddly soothing you as your anxiety was climbing at not having any idea where you could possibly be. The air outside was crisp, slightly chilly due to the time of night. The only noise coming from outside was the continuous chirping of crickets and other critters alike. Wherever you were, it was secluded.
“Okay, stay right there. Don’t move.” Duncan commanded, patting you once on the shoulder before leaving your side.
You heard four electronic pings and the whoosh of a door swinging open like he was hitting buttons on a keypad. Where the fuck were you?
Duncan’s hands were back on your arms in a moment’s notice, guiding you over the threshold of the door he had just opened.
“Watch your step.”
Immediately, the smell of fresh wood and chemicals filled your nostrils. Yours and Duncan’s steps echoed loudly throughout the space as he continued to lead you; the harmony of the various sounds of the outdoors no longer present.
“You ready?” Duncan asked, speaking low into your ear, the stubble of his beard just barely ghosting over the nape of your neck.
“Been ready since you blindfolded me an hour ago, Dunc.” you fired back.
Duncan was too tired to comment on any more of your whining, he just chuckled lightly in response, pressing a kiss to your temple over the thick material of the tie.
Antagonizingly slow, his fingers worked at the knot. He knew what he was doing, pissing you off even more by dragging it out. Duncan could feel the way you froze in your spot, your chest barely moved with each breath and your hands were frozen at your side; indicating your skyrocketing anxiety. He was nervous too, but you weren’t currently in the position to be able to notice the way his heart looked like it was going to beat out of his chest.
The tie fell from your eyes, ribboning to the ground and pooling around your feet. And then you saw it.
The ceilings had to have been at least twenty feet high. The walls were stark white, the one at the far end covered almost entirely with a seamless, glass window. There was a grand staircase in the middle, leading to a breezeway that overlooked the space you were currently standing in. You put it together. You were in a house, and a fucking huge one at that.
Nothing occupied the space. No furniture, no art hanging on the wall, not a single indication that anyone even lived here. It was empty.
“Duncan, where are we?” you asked, too entranced by your surroundings to turn around and look at him as you spoke.
He came around to your side, wrapping one arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him.
“Home.”
You broke away from his hold to look directly into his eyes, unconvinced that he’d just said what you thought you heard.
“What?” it came out as barely a whisper.
Duncan nudged his head forwards, prompting you to follow him. He paced himself, creeping along against the marble tile. You were further into the house now, catching new details you weren’t able to see from the front door. No words were spoken, just Duncan steering you throughout the first floor with his hands crossed behind his back. There was a kitchen, a kitchen at least three times bigger than the one in Duncan’s apartment with a double oven and appliances that looked far too advanced than anything you’d ever seen. Connected to the space was what would be a dining room, big enough for a table that could seat at least twelve. Duncan stopped just as were standing in front of the ginormous, granite island resting in the center of the kitchen.
“You made a comment a couple months back,” Duncan began, turning to face you.
“Something about how my closet was getting cramped because of how many pairs of shoes we both had. It got me thinking. I’m older now. Got a good head on my shoulders. I‘ve got you. Why am I still living in an apartment like a twenty-something bachelor? So I started looking at houses. And then I found this one. I was gonna wait until the renovations were done before I told you. There’s still a couple more things they need to do upstairs and some electrical work here and there, but other than that it’s basically finished. You looked really happy tonight, and it made me not want to wait any longer so....here we are. Happy graduation, I guess.”
You felt a warm tear roll down your cheek, too busy staring at Duncan to register the buildup in your tear ducts. He looked at you like he always did when he professed his feelings to you, with genuine, whole-hearted, adoration. With love.
“This is our house?”
“This is our house.,” Duncan confirmed, a confident smile on his face.
“I even made them put in a bigger tub ‘cause I know important bathtime is to you. And the closet is extra roomy. But if it’s not enough, you can just use one of the many spare rooms for all of your things. I know I tend to go a bit-overboard-with my gift-giving.”
A silent laugh escaped your chest, huffs of air expelling from your mouth each time.
“Duncan Shepherd, I love you.”
“And I love you, Y/N Y/LN. I can’t wait to live here with you.”
He brought you in for a kiss, cupping your cheeks in both hands as his lips melted into yours. You broke away in a smile, shifting your way out of Duncan’s grasp to look once more at what looked like the abyss that you would soon call home.
“Can you see it?” Duncan spoke up as your eyes wondered. “A giant sectional back by that room we first saw when we walked in, a dining room table over there. Black obviously. Maybe some plants over by the windows.”
And you could. You could see it. Duncan’s weird art hanging on the walls in the entryway, both of your cars parked side by side in the driveway you assumed was wide enough to back a bus into given what you were already looking at. It already felt like home, despite being an empty shell of one.
In your trance, you’d seemed to have missed when Duncan walked up behind you, pressing his chest against your back. His hands had started at your waist; rubbing soft, soothing circles against your hips bones. Inch by inch, he ever so slowly trailed his fingers up your body towards your chest, where they were now purchased just below the swell of your breasts.
“I can see you in here,” Duncan started, his hot breath fanning over your collarbones, littering your skin with goosebumps. “Standing in this very spot. Making breakfast in your underwear. Those cute, little pancakes you like to make on Saturday mornings-”
“They’re crepes, Duncan. You know that.” you snickered, burrowing further into his arms and his touch.
He kissed the sweet spot along your jawline, knowing all too well the reaction he’d get out of you. A soft gasp blooming from your lips halted you from speaking any longer. You were suddenly reminded of where you left off back at Duncan’s apartment. Already feeling the stirring in your abdomen at the thought.
Duncan leaned forward with you still in his grasp, laying his elbows flush with the granite slab of the island. He moved his kisses from your neck to your shoulders, and then to your back just at the top of your spine.
“Do we have neighbors?” you questioned, certain that anyone could see the two of you through the ginormous window. The lights were on and the house was empty, meaning your bodies stuck out like sore thumbs. It wouldn’t take a genius to catch onto what was happening. You already knew where this was going, especially since you could feel Duncan hardening against the backside of your thigh.
“Not yet. They’re building another house down the street, but even then it’s still about a quarter of a mile away,” he answered in between pressing kisses on your jugular. “Plus trees. And hedges. No one can see us, babe.”
“Good, because I need you to fuck me. Right now.”
In seconds you felt the bone-chilling cold from the stone of the kitchen island pressed against your cheek. Duncan pressed you down on your stomach to lay as flat as you could on the granite, reinforcing you with his toned arm. Your arms splayed out at your sides, fingers spaced out pushing yourself down even further.
Duncan’s other hand reached down to the hem of your dress, bunching the fabric up around your waist and resting it on your back. The warmth of his fingers caressed your ass before he withdrew them briefly to unzip his own trousers. As he freed his leaking cock from his boxers, you felt the head brush just slightly against your skin, beadlets of precum spreading across your cheeks. Duncan swiftly tugged your panties to the side, desperate to feel you against his digits.
He started at your entrance, gathering the wetness seeping from your core with his fingertips. In slow, calculated patterns, he circles his way up to your clit, the contact making you shiver. A small moan fell from your lips, finally getting the action you sought out hours ago at dinner.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping. Tell me, who is the only one that do this to you?” he asked in fake perplexion.
“You do,” you’d somehow been able to muster throughout the sea of pleasure provided to you by Duncan and his long, skillful fingers.
“It’s all for you. Every time, daddy.” you grinned against the coldness of the granite.
Duncan was content with your answer, as a low groan rumbled from his chest in response. He leaned forward once more, so his lips brushed the shell of your ear and his chest molded into your back.
“You ready for me, love?”
“Mhmm,” was all you’d managed to get out.
His fingers were replaced with the tip of his cock, swirling his member along your cunt to prepare himself for the stretch. He pressed his fingers into you once more, using the collected slick to pump himself a few times before aligning himself at your entrance.
Duncan pressed the small of your back down further against the granite, making your ass jut out instinctively to give him easier access to your dripping core. Tantalizingly slow, he pushed himself into you, savoring every inch of your walls that clenched around him with urgency. You were both breathing heavily, the melting of your bodies consuming every nerve.
Once he was fully seated inside of you, he stalled, looking down at your frame. The girl he’d managed to rope back in time after time. No matter how much he knew he didn’t deserve someone as loyal and trustworthy as you, you came back. Every time. Every night. To him. He never thought he’d find himself in this position. In his new house, with whom he was convinced was the love of his life, sprawled out on his kitchen counter at his mercy.
He leaned in once more to press a tiny, close-mouthed kiss to the back of your head before pulling himself halfway out of your drenched cunt, only to forcefully thrust himself back in again.
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It felt like you had been lying there for hours. You were almost certain you’d have a dent in your cheek for a week due to how hard the side of your head was pressed into the kitchen island. Duncan ruthlessly pounded into you from behind, your cheek rutting against the granite with every slam of his hips while cries escaped from your lips. Your fingers grasped for anything, everything. He had one hand on your waist and the other wrapped almost too-tightly around the back of your neck to keep you in place, so you opted for gripping the lip of the counter as best as you could. But pearls of sweat coated your entire body, making it hard to hold onto anything for too long.
The sounds of squelching skin on skin echoed obscenely throughout the empty house. It was borderline blasphemous. Chants of, “Oh my god,” “Don’t stop,” “You feel so good,” and plenty of profanities were peppered into the mix, only adding to the indecency of the situation.
It took some time, but you finally began feeling that familiar tingle building up inside of you, causing another rush of arousal to flow effortlessly out of your cunt. It became overbearing after a while, your desperate need to milk Duncan’s cock for all that it was worth overcoming your very existence. You chased after your release by rolling your hips backward, working in sync with Duncan to fuck you deeper and harder.
“Someone’s eager. Am I not giving you enough, little girl?” Duncan mocked through heavy breaths.
“Just go faster, please,” you begged, fighting to let pleasure take over, but you weren’t quite there yet.
“Please what? Use your manners.”
“Please, daddy.”
Duncan loosened his grip at your waist, snaking his hand around and beneath you. You felt the pads of his fingers swirl lightly over the fabric of your panties that still covered your clit, all while he continued to thrust his hips into your backside. With each cycle around your bud, he increased his pressure just slightly, drawing out moan after moan from you. The sounds falling from your lips triggered moans of his own.
When he finally slipped his hand through the front of your panties, you were overtaken by a swell of euphoria, just teetering over the edge. You abandoned your other senses, focusing solely on Duncan and the way he was working you open with his cock and now his fingers. Your eyes were screwed shut, hearing going in and out, fingers grasping for purchase around the corner of the island.
“What about now? Is daddy giving you enough now?”
You couldn’t speak. Your mouth hung open, but no sound came out.
“No? Guess I’ll have to pick up the pace then.”
The feeling of Duncan vigourously massaging your swollen clit between his two fingers was enough to trigger your release. You came with a shaky scream, trembling as Duncan continued to fuck himself into you through your orgasm despite the fact that he was faltering himself. The hairs on your arms stood upright, your skin quickly becoming oversensitive to his touch.
Duncan’s hips sputtered, stilling completely as he allowed for his own release. His moans went up an octave, a sign you’d grown accustomed to recognizing as a tell-tale indicator that he was cumming. You felt his warm seed spilling deep inside of you, coating your walls as he gave your cunt a few extra pumps with his cock before slipping out of you.
He rested his chin on your shoulder, lifting you from the island and winding his arms around your waist. You could feel the dampness of Duncan’s forehead on your neck, it was cool on your fevered skin.
“Did you do that on purpose?” you asked, chuckling as you turned in his arms to face him.
Duncan smirked back at you, satisfied with your current state. You had a flat, bright red mark across your cheek from being thrown against the counter, the rest of your face flushed with an adorable, pink heat.
“Did I do what purpose?” he responded, feigning ignorance.
“Drag me all the way out here just to fuck me as loud as you wanted so no one would hear?”
His grin only grew wider, you’d caught onto his little game. He lifted you onto the island, placing you gently on the granite. Through the corner of his eye, he caught his cum dribbling down your thighs. Quickly, he caught the stream of milky, white seed on his pointer and middle fingers. He raised them to your mouth, pulling your bottom lip out just slightly with his other hand. You accepted them without hesitation, running your tongue along every centimeter of his digits. As you removed him from your mouth with a satisfied pop, he answered.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
You shook your head and laughed once more at his cockiness, grabbing him tighter and lying your head against his chest.
“I did, Donut. It surely did.”
As you stood in Duncan’s arms with your head to the side, you could just barely make out a swimming pool in the backyard beyond the windows of the dining room. It was still surrounded by dirt, meaning it wasn’t quite complete. Visions danced in your head at the memories that would be made beyond those french doors.
You couldn’t wait for this place to be finished. You were ready to spend the rest of your life here with the man you’d once thought you’d never see again. The man that did exactly as he’d promised:
He’d taken care of you. And he always would.
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Eh, if you're still taking the Hartwin prompts? I'm always a sucker for one of them (usually Harry) being the crankiest sick person and the other taking care of them and being snarky and loving.
You ask for Hartwin prompts and then you end up getting sick yourself, so this prompt was perfect timing! I hope I was able to do it justice!
There’s little Eggsy won’t do for Harry. Merlin’s made the joke about him being a dog and jumping at all his master’s orders; Eggsy just scoffs. Maybe he’s willing to do a lot more for Harry then anyone else, but he ‘ain’t no dog bruv’. Harry hasn’t said much about it, if only making an offhand comment about collars that as Eggsy flushing a deep red.
No, there’s little Eggsy won’t do for Harry and that includes taking care of the man when he’s ill.
It’s because of Merlin Eggsy’s at Harry’s house earlier than usual. They hadn’t been able to spend the night together in awhile due to conflicting schedules and Eggsy needing to watch Daisy for Michelle while she’s off visiting an old friend. Originally, they had plans to spend the weekend at Harry’s now that Michelle was back, and Eggsy would, but not for what he’s sure Harry planned.
He uses the key Harry’s given him and slides right in. As expected, the house is quiet and dark. Harry’s known for being tardy but it’s half past nine which, even by Harry’s standards, is ridiculous. Lucky, he’s not going in to work today, he or Eggsy because this is the mission Merlin’s assigned him. Operation: Take care of the old git is a go.
Once the lights are on, he carries in a big bag of groceries he’s picked up, going off the list his mum made up for him. He’d mentioned Harry was sick and she wrote him out everything Eggsy would need to make some good ‘get better’ meals. Some of the recipes Eggsy can remember from when he was a kid.
He’s in the middle of making some ‘cold and flu’ tea when he hears the steps creak shortly followed by, “I know I’m late Eggsy. You didn’t need to come all the way here just to remind me.”
Eggsy spins around, blinking once at Harry. While he normally sees the man plenty of times, ranging from his usual proper gentleman to a debauched, passionate lover, the way Harry looks now is new. It’s not like his dressed any different; he looks as put together as usual. It’s his face really that says it all. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all, which, okay, maybe for their type of job is something Harry’s done, but it’s also the fact he’s got that sickly sheen on his face, how his voice sounded rough, his his hair is just that little bit unkempt; the tip of his nose a little red too with that colour full force on his cheeks. “Uh uh. You go back to bed.” Eggsy says.
“I’m fine my boy. I’ll be better by the afternoon.”
Eggsy takes Harry’s arms before he can walk toward the front door. “Bed.” Eggsy says in a stronger tone. “Don’t make me tell ya again.”
“You are not my mother, thank you nor do you have the power to send me back. I’m fine, thank you.”
Eggsy cocks an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “Harry, bed. ‘m gonna take care of ya, okay?”
“I especially don’t need to be taken care of.”
It’s obvious Harry is going to go to work, easily slips his arms from Eggsy’s hold and turns toward the door. By now, Harry should understand that Eggsy is just as stubborn as him, as the arms around his waist show, holding him tight enough to prevent him from leaving. “Eggsy.” Harry says in a warning tone.
“‘Arry.” Eggsy replies in the same tone. “B to the E to the D, bed.” he pulls Harry a little closer. “Don’t make me carry you.”
And honestly, it’s a threat Harry knows Eggsy will carry out. The lad may be shorter than him, but he’s got a bit more muscle. He recalls that Roxy, on a whim, had dared Eggsy to lift Harry. To say he was surprised when his feet were actually removed from the ground was an understatement and he’d rather not deal with that blow to his ego again even if it’s just Eggsy present. “Fine.” he huffs. “I’ll go back to bed.”
Eggsy pulls back with a big grin on his face. “Good boy.” he reaches up to actually pat Harry’s head and sick or not, he’s satisfied with the unimpressed glare the man sends his way.
Eggsy waits until he hears the bedroom door close and that Harry doesn’t try sneaking out a window (which he hears from Merlin is something Harry tried to do when he was younger and being forced by the tech magian to get bedrest), before returning to the kitchen.
He gets the tea prepared and makes his way upstairs. He opens the bedroom door, expecting to see Harry back in bed, and he does, but not like this. He’s just laying on the bed, with his arms crossed, propped up against the headboard still full dressed in his blue pinstripe Kingsman suit. “C’mon Har! I said back to bed!”
“I am. As you can see, I am in bed. There weren’t any other instructions.”
Eggsy sets the cup down and approaches Harry. “Gonna be like that hey? Fine.” he reaches for Harry’s tie, narrowing his eyes as he undoes it. “You’re gonna get undressed and into bed, like, under the covers and not be a little shit about it.”
“If you’d given clearer instructions, this wouldn’t be a problem.” Harry replies, helping Eggsy with his tie. “And what about you? Don’t you have work to get to?”
“Merlin gave me the day off to look after you.”
“Implying I need looking after.”
“Ah, yeah? Y’ tried goin’ to work sick!”
Eventually, with as little help from Harry as the man could give, he was out of his suit and under the covers, cradling the teacup Eggsy put into his hands. His glasses were on the nightstand next to him (no doubt to let Merlin check in on him from time to time to be sure he’s resting and alerting Eggsy if he’s not), Eggsy purposely messing up his hair and waiting by his beside as he slowly drank the tea. “I’m not going to choke.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you throwing it down the sink.”
“And I would?”
“Have in the past.” Eggsy crosses his arms. “I know it doesn’t taste good but it’ll help!”
Harry frowns at the foul tasting tea. Eggsy does have a point. “Fine mum. I’ll finish the tea.”
Eggsy smiles again as Harry does just that. He leans forward, playfully pinching Harry’s cheek. “Good boy! I’m so proud of you!”
“Sod off.” Harry grumbles, smacking away Eggsy’s hand.
Eggsy takes the empty cup from Harry’s hands, kissing his cheek instead. “C’mon now. Lay down, get some rest. I’ll wake ya later with lunch.”
Harry sighs overdramatically. “Bring a martini with it?”
Eggsy can hear how Harry’s voice had gotten worse even over the course of these few minutes by simply talking. So he rolls his eyes. “No Harry. No drinking.” those are his final words before he’s leaving the bedroom, closing the door after him.
He spends the rest of the time until lunch pattering around Harry’s house, before deciding to check on Harry an hour later. He almost, almost, thinks Harry’s actually gone out the bloody window since it’s now open but there’s a lump in the bed that’s breathing. He does double check and yes, Harry’s sleeping. His breathings coming out shuddered and his cheeks are redder than before. “I’m gonna take care of you for once.” he whispers, bending over for another soft kiss to Harry’s head.
By the time lunch rolls around, Eggsy’s taking a tray back up to the bedroom. When he’s inside, Harry’s already sitting up with his palm placed to his forehead and eyes squeezed closed. “Hey, you okay? How ya feelin’?”
Harry groans, opening his eyes to meet Eggsy’s. “Awful.”
“Again, you wanted to go into work today.” Eggsy reminds, sliding the tray to rest on Harry’s lap. “You gotta listen to me sometimes old man, or you’re really gonna be gone before me.”
Harry looks down at the bowl, taking the provided spoon and stirring around the contents of it. “Chicken noodle?”
“Yep but with my mums special twist to it.”
“What’s the twist?”
“It’s an Unwin secret.” he winks.
Harry barely resists rolling his eyes as he spoons up some soup. Eggsy waits eagerly for Harry to finish and when he does, he hums. “Lemon?”
“Lemon.”
“Interesting.”
And then comes the coughing. Eggsy watches as Harry’s taken by a coughing fit, the older man turning his head to couch into his fisted hand. “Bloody hell.” the man wheezes when the fit subsides. “I hate admitting when you’re right, but, I’m glad you’ve forced me to stay home.”
“‘course Harry. I love ya, yeah? So I’m gonna make sure you’re taken care of.”
Harry tries moving his head but Eggsy catches his cheek to hold him there for a proper kiss. “You’ll make yourself ill.” Harry warns.
“Nah, I’ve got a good immune system.”
It’s only a few weeks later when the rolls are reversed and Eggsy’s stuck in bed. Harry’s making him the exact same tea and the soup Eggsy gave him the recipe for. “‘Arry,” there’s a warmth pressing against his back, a warmth that’s far warmer than usual. “I hate you.”
“I warned you.”
“Yeah…but you weren’t meant t’ be right.”
Harry turns to spread his arm, the younger man sliding in and snuggling up against Harry’s side. The older man holds him close and kisses his head, smiling softly. While there’s not much Eggsy won’t do for Harry, taking care of him when he’s ill, there’s not much Harry won’t do for Eggsy either.
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I can’t sleep
1. Who is your hero? Gerard Way
2. If you could live anywhere, where would it be? North, like somewhere that it actually gets cold
3. What is your biggest fear? Judgement
4. What is your favorite family vacation? We never really did some big thing growing up. We went to Disney and universal a lot.
5. What would you change about yourself if you could? That’s a very long list.
6. What really makes you angry? Cockiness. Being rude.
7. What motivates you to work hard? My paycheck.
8. What is your favorite thing about your career? My paycheck.
9. What is your biggest complaint about your job? The people.
10. What is your proudest accomplishment? Making it this far.
11. What is your child's proudest accomplishment? My child, who is also my cat, lost a lil bit of weight. He feelin himself.
12. What is your favorite book to read? Anything by Stephen King.
13. What makes you laugh the most? Gay memes
14. What was the last movie you went to? What did you think? Saw Aladdin. It was pretty good.
15. What did you want to be when you were small? A veterinarian.
16. What does your child want to be when he/she grows up? My children, who are also my cats, are grown and content.
17. If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? Eat anything and everything but not gain weight.
18. What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? Marching Band. Yes it’s a sport, fight me about it. (I also like football)
19. Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Drive a car
20. What would you sing at Karaoke night? That’s such a hard question. I gotta get back to you on that one.
21. What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? The local rock station and the local r&b/hip hop station
22. Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Vacuum
23. If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? Cleaning
24. If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? Ramen. But like, good ramen. Not cup noodles.
25. Who is your favorite author? Stephen King
26. Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? I have... many. Lindiepop, Lindita, mumski, some other embarrassing stuff
27. Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? Dislike, I’m bad at reactions.
28. In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? movie
29. Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? I wanna say Alaska cause cold, but I’m gonna day Hawaii cause scenery.
30. Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? Perfect job. Steady income, not bored.
31. Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? No one.
32. If money was no object, what would you do all day? Online shop, eat, travel. Sleep.
33. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? The 20’s maybe. Just to visit tho.
34. How would your friends describe you? Probably funny.
35. What are your hobbies? Drumming, sleeping, drawing, writing, sleeping, video games, and sleeping.
36. What is the best gift you have been given? Love from any person.
37. What is the worst gift you have received? Love from any person.
38. Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? Humor.
39. List two pet peeves. Loud, open mouth chewing. Lack of special awareness.
40. Where do you see yourself in five years? I don’t.
41. How many pairs of shoes do you own? .... too many.
42. If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? I’d want whatever Scarlet witch is. Telekinesis for sure doe.
43. What would you do if you won the lottery? Buy my mom and sister a house. Save the rest for the future. Take my gf to Celebration next year.
44. What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.) my car.
45. What's your favorite zoo animal? Lion.
46. If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? That’s too much pressure...
47. If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Mikey Way, and Ray Toro.
48. How many pillows do you sleep with? One
49. What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)? Days. My brain is an asshole.
50. What's the tallest building you've been to the top in? I have no idea.
51. Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? Looks for intelligence.
52. How often do you buy clothes? ...too often.
53. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yep
54. What's your favorite holiday? Halloween
55. What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Go to the Philippines for five whole weeks with less than a two month notice.
56. What was the last thing you recorded on TV? I don’t do that.
57. What was the last book you read? Oooooof I don’t even remember. That makes me sad.
58. What's your favorite type of foreign food? Japanese food
59. Are you a clean or messy person? Messy as fuck
60. Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life? I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
61. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 10 min
62. What kitchen appliance do you use every day? The fridge???
63. What's your favorite fast food chain? McDonalds.
64. What's your favorite family recipe? Don’t have one...
65. Do you love or hate rollercoasters? Love
66. What's your favorite family tradition? ... don’t have one
67. What is your favorite childhood memory? I don’t remember shit anymore
68. What's your favorite movie? Right now it’s Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again.
69. How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out? I don’t remember ever believing in Santa
70. Is your glass half full or half empty? Half empty
71. What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love? Try to love myself
72. What three items would you take with you on a deserted island? Hunting knife, water purifier, and a sleeping bag.
73. What was your favorite subject in school? English.
74. What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? I have eaten a lot of “weird” stuff. It all depends on your point of view.
75. Do you collect anything? Funko Pops.
76. Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? No lol
77. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert.
78. Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest? Taste.
79. Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) I can’t remember
80. Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous? Don’t think so.
81. What do you do to keep fit? I’m not fit lol.
82. Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken? Nope
83. If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce? Be fucking nice.
84. Who was your favorite teacher in school and why? I’ve had a lot of fave teachers. Hard to choose just one.
85. What three things do you think of the most each day? My gf, my cats, dying?
86. If you had a warning label, what would yours say? “Prone to frequent highs and lows in mood”
87. What song would you say best sums you up? I don’t think that’s for me to answer.
88. What celebrity would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee? Gerard Way
89. Who was your first crush? Pretty sure I had a huge crush on this red head named Jessica in first grade. I just didn’t know it was a crush.
90. What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window? I work at home now, so a river.
91. On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? I think I’m a 5 at best. I think my friends would disagree.
92. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? I don’t.
93. What was your first job? Valet in Miami Beach
94. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join? I wouldn’t lol
95. How many languages do you speak? 2
96. What is your favorite family holiday tradition? We don’t have any.
97. Who is the most intelligent person you know? My gf or my sister
98. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be? A hermit crab.
99. What is one thing you will never do again? Be pathetic
100. Who knows you the best? My sister probably.
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Chanyeol scenario - The guilty pleasure (1/3)
The guilty pleasure | The ultimatum | The decision
Summary: What would you do if your wildest fantasy and guilty pleasure collided?
Genre: angst, smut
Warnings: slight thigh riding, fingering, eating out, virgin
Everyone has a guilty pleasure. That one thing that you feel addicted to but could never tell anyone about. Well, that's how my love for alternative rock started. It was just something I'd listen too but never played it out loud.
If my parents so much as heard one riff of an electric guitar, they'd have me living like a pilgrim. No phone, no TV, no computer. I've always been a daddy's girl. Some might even say spoiled but I see it as golden handcuffs. I was born into a wealthy family but there is always a price to pay. I'm only allowed to follow in my parent's footsteps and go into a high-paying field.
Much like my older brother who is currently in his third ear in medical school. He's never really been a free spirit, or free at all. My mother is a doctor and now soon he will be one too. My parent's plans for me have always been about real-estate, but I want to do something with music. I want to write songs for famous artists and reap the rewards of being a well-known lyricist.
The moment I questioned 'my' life plan, my parents had me take a year off to 'find myself' which is currently just consisting of me being a real-estate intern. But in this time, I found my love for alternative music. The hidden messages in the lyrics and the innovative sound made me feel alive. There was one band I recently became obsessed with. I heard their song on Spotify and fell in love with the lead singer’s sexy, husky voice, but I could never find any pictures of them online, just album covers.
I did a little digging and found out they were playing at a club near me this weekend and I nearly squealed. I thought up a plan and had a stroke of good fortune. My parents are going to be out on a business trip this weekend!
When Friday night rolled around I couldn’t give them a reason to worry or feel suspicious. I put on a pair of PJ pants and a hoodie with my hair up in a bun. My mom knocked on my door and I turned.
"We'll be back on Tuesday morning, okay? If you need anything call us or your brother."
"I will. Love you!" I replied, holding my smile until she shut the door. I watched them get into the car from my window. My dad waved goodbye and honked the horn as he drove down the street.
The second they were out of sight I hushed to my closet and thought of something to wear. I had to blend in without being too obvious. I grabbed an old pair of jeans and cut two slits in the knee area. I pulled at the loose threads to make it look like I didn't just cut them and took one of the many Harvard shirts my parents got me as 'subtle hints' when I was trying to figure out what college to go to. I cut the shirt into a crop top and peaked at myself in the mirror.
"Somethings missing..." An idea popped into my head and I took off the jeans to put on a pair of fishnet tights to go underneath. "Much better."
I called a cab and started on my hair and makeup while I waited. I took a final look and nodded at myself before grabbing my purse, phone, keys, and wallet. The cab pulled up and I dashed outside, locking the door to the house before getting in.
The whole way there I felt like I was about to go on a blind date. I was so excited to see what the band looked like and hear them play for the first time. If the lead singer was even half as attractive as his voice, he must be drop dead gorgeous.
The cab driver parked outside the club and I paid him before getting out. I walked to the back of the line and waited until I reached the front. The bouncer stopped a group of drunken frat boys in front of me and looked annoyed already.
"Bar crawlers, huh? Not here fellas. Beat it!" He shouted. They all started to try and argue, but it didn't help their chances of getting in. The bouncer took one look at me and said, "Harvard girl. Go ahead."
I smiled and made my way past the velvet rope. The crowd was mostly college-aged people like me so it was easy to fit in. I tried to get as close to the front as I could. Everyone in the room went wild as the band took the stage. It was like an attraction at first sight as I watched a tall guy with broad shoulders and bright red hair come out to center stage.
"How's everyone feelin'?!" He asked. The crowd roared and a girl in the back screamed "I love you Chanyeol!" which made him smirk. Oh god. He has dimples too!
Chanyeol placed his guitar strap over his shoulder and started their first song with a full-on guitar solo. I loved the way he lost himself in his songs, and the way he closed his big brown eyes while he sang, and how he played with his whole body.
I jumped and danced to the beat, enjoying myself and Chanyeol's eyes opened. He looked out at every face in the crowd before catching my stare. He sent me a little wink and I felt a wave of shivers up my spine.
"Woah..." I said to myself
The band played on and I couldn't get enough. That is until I felt a pair of rough hands grab my hips, pulling me back onto some drunk guys crotch. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but it was no use. I turned and pushed him away. He stumbled off and I tried to just forget the whole thing.
When the show ended the band walked off stage and I went to the bar for a bottle of water to cool off. I only took a few drinks when the jerk from before came back around.
"Hey, cutie. It’s too bad that our dance got cut short." I cringed as he slurred his words and brushed him off. "I wouldn't call that dancing. Just go away."
"What's the problem? Are you seeing someone?" He asked.
"Yes. She is." I felt a massive hand hold my waist gently and recognized the husky voice. "So why don't you do as you’re told and go away. Now."
The guy stormed off and I looked up to see Chanyeol towering above me. He was even more handsome up close. I didn't even realize how big his hands were until they were on my waist.
He let go of me and apologized. "Sorry If that was too forward."
"No. That's okay. It worked." I felt myself starting to get star struck and he smiled.
"I'm Chanyeol." He held out his hand and I took it. "Thanks, Chanyeol. I'm Y/n."
"Pretty name. It suits you perfectly." I could tell he was definitely the charmer of the group. "Did you come alone?"
"Yeah. I thought I could use an escape." I confessed.
"I get that."
I was nearly scared to death when the regular club music started in with pounding bass. Chanyeol and I jumped at the sudden noise and he leaned toward my ear.
"Do you need some fresh air?" He asked. I nodded frantically and followed him out the back door.
"That was unexpected... Wow." He said rubbing his cute ears.
"You did really well tonight though." I complimented.
"Thanks. I suppose we're not too bad for a garage band." He said kicking a rock with his shoe.
"You're in a garage band? But I heard your song on Spotify just the other day." I said feeling intrigued.
He told me all about how he and his band would play in his bassist's garage and one day a new family moved in down the street and heard them playing. Luckily for them, the mother of that family owned a recording studio and offered them a contract. "And that's how we got a manager." He explained. "Six months later, here we are, playing in the club scene. It definitely beats the frat parties we usually play at."
"That would explain the young drunk guys hanging around... They're your fanboys." I joked. His smile was like a virus. Whenever he smiles I instantly feel happier than I've ever been.
"I've always been interested in the music industry," I confessed. "I was thinking of being a lyricist someday."
"Really? Have you been writing songs?" He asked. I nodded and replied, "Yeah. If I don't have my notebook around I just type some lyrics out on this app on my phone."
I opened the app and showed him what I've been working on. He read through every word and raised his eyebrows halfway through. He started to bob his head slightly, picking up the rhythm and stopped when he finished reading.
"Wow. You’re pretty amazing." He said casually. My eyes went wide and I nearly squealed. I was so shocked by what he said.
"Really?" I said in disbelief.
"Of course. Besides, if you are passionate enough about music to come out here as an escape from the real world, you should really go for it and make this your career." He said, pointing to the words on my phone.
"Thanks. I needed to hear that from someone." My gaze went from his eyes to his lips and before I could stop myself, I was staring. My bubbly smile faded and I started to get shy and tried to look down at my shoes to stop myself from kissing him, but I just glanced at his big hands instead. I wondered what they would feel like on my bare skin, and how his biceps would look as he held me in place.
I bit my bottom lip, just imagining all the things he could do to me. I watched his hand come up and felt his thumb pull my lip out from between my teeth. He cupped my face, both relaxing me and getting me to look him in the eye.
"You shouldn't do that. Lips aren't for biting." He said with a small smirk.
I smirked right back at him and took a risk in out battle of witts. "What are they for then?"
He cupped both my cheeks and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I hummed against his lips and kissed him back. My hands pressed to the small of his back, bringing him closer and he took a hold of my hands, repositioning them around his neck instead. His strong arms held onto my waist, locking me against him, just as I imagined he would.
He wedged his thigh between my legs and grinded our hips together. I moaned into his mouth and his warm tongue slid past my lips. We both moved back toward the brick wall without stopping our hot kiss. It only took me two seconds to realize I won't be home until tomorrow if I play my cards right in the next ten seconds.
I pulled back and caught my breath. "I want you," I whispered.
Chanyeol smiled at me and pulled me off the wall. "I live two blocks away." Nope. I’m not going home tonight.
We walked down the street, hand in hand until we reached an apartment building. We walked down the hall and up the stairs and Chanyeol pulled out his keys. He leads me up to his loft and unlocked the door. I walked in first and immediately turned around to kiss him again. He lifted me up, into his arms and kicked the door shut with a loud slam.
I landed softly on his bed and he stripped off this clothing. He slipped off his underwear and I gasped. His smirk turned into a cheeky smile and he crawled on top of me, kissing my neck up to my lips. He pulled off my top and undid my bra before taking my breasts into his huge hands.
His lips traveled down my body, stopping at my hips, and looking up at me through his eyelashes. He undid my jeans and tore them off all at once. He kissed just below my navel and slid his hand into my panties, touching the smooth skin on my pelvis. He inhaled a shaky breath when he felt my wetness. His thumb started to rub tiny circles around my clit and I settled into a daze.
He pulled my panties down and I moaned when his mouth worked my aching core. I lost my fingers in his red hair and rolled my hips, pleasuring myself with his mouth and fingers. His middle finger thrust faster, coming closer to my g-spot until he finally hit it.
"Ch-Chanyeol~" I called out his name and flexed my thighs around his head. His nimble tongue licked up my juices and I felt myself get closer to my climax.
Chanyeol moved his lips off my folds, lifting his head and his fingers slowed. He hovered over me and positioned himself at my center. He pushed in slowly, making me feel him stretch out my walls and my head fell back with a moan. He slid all the way in with ease, thanks to his skilled foreplay, and paused when my pelvis met the base of his cock.
He started his thrusts, moving in and out. "Y/n...Fuck, baby, you're so tight."
"You're so big..." I whimpered. My nails scratched the tender skin on his back gingerly and I clenched around him. His hips bucked, forcing his member in faster.
"I'm gonna-" Chanyeol cut me off with a deep kiss. I moved my hands back up and tangled my fingers in his hair. "I know, baby. Moan for me."
We both came at the same time, screaming and moaning each other's names in ecstasy. Chanyeol finished off deep inside my walls and I took a moment to cool down. He rolled off of me and scooped me into his arms.
"Wow." He said under his breath. He looked at me and noticed how timid I was acting. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No. Not exactly. I'm just a little sore is all." I said.
"Oh. Wait two seconds." He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I listened to the faucet turn on and off and the sound of his footsteps coming back. "Here." He handed me a cold washcloth and I laid it on my hips where he held onto me tightly.
"Wait... Were you?" He started his question and hoped my answer would be ‘no’ but... "Yeah. I was a virgin."
"Oh, baby I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say anything?" His big brown eyes were filled with worry and regret while he spoke, but I had to be honest.
"I didn't say anything because I wanted this. I don't want to be the girl that does exactly what she's told all the time and frankly, I really liked it." I told him.
"Huh..." He said, processing his thoughts.
"What?"
"I never thought I had a type, but seeing a good girl go bad kinda turns me on." He said. I laughed and slapped his chest playfully and he came in closer. We both snuggled in together and he just gazed at me for a while.
"I think this might actually be the start of something real." He whispered.
I thought to my self before answering, "Me too."
To be continued...
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Chapter 38 Comments
public utility: “This is the Ben/Gwen/Lucy threesome fic that Gojaimas refered to: [insert link here]. Gojaimas, you're a pervy LOL”
Also no, that isn’t the one I was talking about. It was a Ben/Lucy thing, not a threesome thing. And jeez, that fic had a lot of spelling errors. I know it’s just porn, but take a little pride in your work for god’s sake. I mean, I didn’t read it. I mean, it was for research I swear. I mean, oh boy...
Guest: “Reading your responses is as engaging as a new chapter. Creating a fanbase is pretty crucial because it can end up being cancer sometimes but yours seem to be awesome, going beyond just Bwen and you deserve it all. Are your social circles aware of your little E-fame or are you too embarrassed to reveal it to em?”
Thank you! Yeah, I’ve been lucky so far with my small fanbase. I haven’t told anyone I’ve been writing this fanfiction, although I do have one friend who knows I ship Ben and Gwen.
Guest: “Lucy having feelings for Gwen is where I kinda can’t put my finger across. I know Gwen doesn’t know or think much about Lucy’s sexuality since her mind is now haunted by Ben and you even mentioned “she vaguely notices it” in one of those our responses. The issue for me here is, you’ve set up Lucy teasing Ben slowly blooming into becoming the real deal from the start, you took 30 chapters for Gwen to come to terms with her feelings and about 15-20 for them to become best friends in the first place. Lucy and Gwen’s friendship always had the sisterly vibe to it and if there was some sort of sexual tension between them then I could buy it but you did it brilliantly with Ben and Lucy and gave the Bency fandom more exposure which I was waiting forever for while simultaneously topping the game of the Bwen fanbase. The first romantic tease I could sense was when Lucy was lying on Gwen’s shoulder on the beach and she jokingly said something along the lines of “you know, with this sunset, this is actually kind of romantic” which lead Gwen to push her off leaving Lucy giggling in the ground and that gained a giggles from me too but those didn’t seem legitimate to me. I mean girls call each other “babe” all the time, compliment each other’s looks, kiss each other on the cheeks, they even grope breasts in anime often but that doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re into girls. Lucy being that Friend you can share certain things with and always count on even though they can annoy the hell out of you is what seemed liked the bond Lucy and Gwen had. Her now developing feelings for her out of the blue seems unconvincing”
I think the problem you’re having is you’re seeing Lucy’s teasing of Ben differenly than her teasing of Gwen, and you shouldn’t be. Yes, I know girls compliment each other’s looks and whatnot without necessarily being into girls. That’s why Gwen doesn’t really think anything of it and why I didn’t expect my readers to think anything of it either until I let them hear some of Lucy’s thoughts. But now we’ve already heard Lucy say that just because she’s messing with people doesn’t mean she isn’t also serious. If you can accept that her teasing Ben was her way of expressing her growing feelings for him while concealing how serious she was, why can’t you accept that she was doing the same to Gwen? When you think of it that way, it doesn’t seem so out of the blue. I was hoping for it to be somewhat of a surprise, especially since I didn’t think her liking Ben would be surprising to anyone, but I guess I didn’t do that great a job of it.
Gwen and Lucy definitely have that sisterly, “you can tell me anything,” best friend type of relationship right now, and Lucy finds that very important. She’s actually quite afraid of losing that, which is one of the reasons she’s still keeping her feelings a secret. But just because she cares for her one way doesn’t mean she can’t also care for her another way.
Anyway, thanks for sharing your criticism. I can’t exactly go back and sprinkle in more hints for it now, but I hope my explanation will at least help a little.
Robotic Lizard: “Z U C C”
Robotic Lizard: “ing*”
Robotic Lizard: “ZUCCing*”
Should this mean something to me? Is this a Mark Zuckerberg joke?
Guest: “The title “I wanted what I saw that day” to me as a reader refers to an update.”
Well then I have some good news for you.
Guest: “Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube)
(Sube, sube)”
Guest: “It’s intriguing that Gwen is self concisious about her butt considering a certain episode known as “Forge of Creation” in Ultimate Alien. They run into ten 10 year old Ben through a timeloop or something and as you can tell, 10 years old can be hard to handle. Even 15 Ben acknowledges it and asks “did I used to be this obnoxious?” to which Gwen’s “you have no idea”. At one point, he tries to annoy Gwen by pointing out her butt is huge and the context of the way he said it was an insult although I’d take that as a compliment. Cartoon Network would censor the shit out of it if was aired now”
Hahaha, yeah, I’m familiar with that scene. It was a minor inspiration for Gwen having a complex about that.
Guest: “Gojaimas all I gotta say is gozaimasu”
Arigatou!
Guest: “Since they’re supposed to be 14 now and that means on the transition of puberty, you said we should imagine Ben talking with his Yuri lowethal’s voice then does that mean we gotta imagine Gwen having longer hair, a pony tail? Might sound a little pervy with the way I put it but with a more mature body and most importantly, should we imagine her voice associated with Ashley Johnson instead of Meagan Smith? Meagan Smith was a classic but Ashley did great voice work as Gwen in AF and the sequels, she’s still smart but she’s more calm and composed instead of can’t helping herself from getting aggressive because Ben know exactly how to spruk her nerves and Meagan Smith portrayed that perfectly”
Gwen’s hair is a little bit longer now, but not as long as it was in the sequel series and she still keeps it in the same style, not in a ponytail. Her body has matured more by now, and so has Ben’s. And you should be imagining her with her Ashley Johnson voice, which I pointed out by Lucy saying she sounds just like Ellie from The Last of Us. I still love Meagan Smith’s voice and I think it’s perfect for preteen Gwen, but I think Ashley Johnson’s voice is great as well and it fits better for teenage Gwen.
Guest: “Speaking of voice actor, Troy Baker is the real MVP right up there with Nolan North with voicing Joel and them both giving life to the Drake brothers in Uncharted. I mean, hell, his young Joker voice in Arkham Origins and in Asassult of Arkham (The animated suicide squad movie, still better than the live action one) is the closest resemblance I could see to Mark Hamill’s iconic established voice.”
Oh absolutely, those two are real pros. Although my favorite male voice actor is still probably Dee Bradley Baker. His range is incredible and I got to meet him at Blizzcon a few years ago. He’s a really great guy.
Guest: “Everytime Gwen puked or gagged which she normally would when she saw Ben mockingly but this time because she’s in love with him, all I could think about was the ROBLOX death sound. Yeah please pull a bullet in my mouth. OOF”
That’s rough, buddy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f49ELvryhao
Guest: “Man this new few chapter made me feelin’ like waiting for Infinity War. A part of me loves Marvel and a part of me wants to disintegrate them for killing off our favourite characters, this isn’t a spoiler, we all were expecting someone to die while walking in but all good things come to an end.”
> implying superhero deaths are ever permanent
Guest: “This better end well, in quality,which I’m confident it will so far by your writing skill analysis not necessarily in favour of the characters but I can’t help but say if poor Gwen or Lucy ends up in the doghouse, Gojaimas, I’ll have you know that my dad owns Microsoft so he can ban your club penguin account.”
Joke’s on you. I’ve been banned from Club Penguin since 2012.
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Reputation is Very Easily Interpreted as Gay and Here’s How...
Hey. So as a gay person, Reputation is sooo easily interpreted as gay af and I’m gonna tell you how, song by song.
DIsclaimer: Even if I reference Taylor/her ship couples, etc. it is all in fun and because I like interpreting things as queer, not trynna say Taylor herself is actually queer or saying anything about her actual life or sexuality, I’m really just talking about the music here ect. Also, some of these are weak but some are SO queer it’s like, not even funny.
Ready for it: “Knew he was a killer...no one has to know” the verses feel like satire, and though we already knew that and can chalk it up to media perception of her, this is also the only time in the song where she uses prounouns--when she is being satirical. Also she refers to the dude as a “jailer” which, like, gay. The chorus names no pronouns and feels much more real than the verses. The music get’s very dreamy and “old taylor” here. This is what the public doesn’t see. Also, if you wanna go Kaylor here, there’s that whole “Burton to my Taylor” thing that had to do with some place they went.
End Game: All “you” pronouns. No references by Taylor to a dude. “Your eyes are like liquor and body is gold” I’m sorry, but like, (and yes I did see this somewhere else but I agree) who’d actually say that about a dude? “I know what they all say [media about her being boy crazy] but I ain’t trying to play [about relationship with girl]”
I Did Something Bad: She’s playin all the dudes in this one. The something bad is liking a girl cause of how the world views being gay. Or playing all the dudes is bad but she keeps doing it anyway. Either way, heterosexual love is not happening here, my dudes. Also no pronouns referring to new love, only about her exes.
Don’t Blame Me: Gayyy. Again, references to all the dudes she’s been playin. “And toyin with them older guys, just a plaything for me to use.” Also, “And I would fall from grace, just to touch your face...For you I would cross the line...” Cross the gay line (haha) also, “fall from grace” fall from her super perfect het pedestal, become talk of the media and everything that would come from being gay. This song just gives off heavy gay vibes, especially with how she tried to make it sound religious while combining lyrics “I would fall from grace” is a very queer type of deal here, it kinda gives off a vibe of doing something wrong that can come with queerness, etc. And this song reminds me of “Take me to Church” by Hozier, and the gays love Hozier. Also, I have zero evidence for this one, but the “once was poison ivy but now I’m your daisy” line reminds me of the character Poison Ivy who is not straight and the song Daisy by Zedd ft. Julia Micheals which I have interpreted as gay af and is one of my go-to crush songs.
Delicate: Gay. “Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you’re in my head? Cause I know that it’s delicate. Isn’t it?” Fits the very queer theme of uncertainty in telling the girl you like that you like her because “ohmygod what if she decides she doesn’t like me, or doesn’t want to date girls or ohmygod what if I come off predatory” ect. Also, parts of this song are so wistful sounding- especially the “Sometimes I wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time 'Cause I like you” lines which can fit with the uncertainty of queer relationships
Also, side note here, that line coupled with “my reputation’s never been worse so you must like me for me” like, yes, I get this is a beginning of a relationship song, but it feels a lot like the person she’s with really is just here for her reputations and she just really wishes they aren’t and is trying to convice herself of that---this would be a straight reading of it and also no comment on tay’s actual meaning or life, just thought that was an interesting way to look at it
Look What You Made Me Do: This song hurts my soul too much to analyze it it’s so effing extra and I don’t really like it... buttt she did sample from “Too Sexy For My Shirt” which is a gay anthem and she did give them writing credits for the song so miss me with that “Taylor is stealing” shit
So It Goes: Once again, no pronouns. It’s a very queer-themed “hiding our secret bad relationship” song again. Also the “lipstick on your face” can be interpreted as Tay’s lipstick or the other girl’s lipstick already on her lips. There’s also something I’ve read about the “Scratches down your back” possibly being inverse cause of how short tay keeps her nails for playing guitar (or gay reasons if you wanna read it like that--jk i don’t have an opinion on tay’s sexuality)
Gorgeous: Gayyy. A personal favorite, this is my go to crush song. Firstly, gorgeous is not a word one would generally use to describe some dude you’re attracted to. This is a feminine word and while she refers to her “Boyfriend in the club doing I don’t know what,” she doesn’t reference the gender of the person she is talking about. Also, she doesn’t sound too fond of her boyfriend? Also this is my go to “I have a crush song” so I say it’s gay sorry.
Getaway Car: “I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason” she wants to get away from this dude, you know, cause she’s gay. Doesn’t mention the gender of the person she’s with. This is a gay one night stand my dudes
King Of My Heart: Only refers to love interest as “King of My Heart” but no actual pronouns. I’m feelin the gay vibes by this point, though, so I’ll look past it. Also, “up on the roof with a school girl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups” like you can interpret this as they bout have school girl crushes. Also, all the Kaylor’s think this is about Karlie Kloss, so there’s that.
Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Queer themes af. G.A.Y. So this song and Dress are the Gayest straight songs I have ever heard. We are back to forbidden love here, folks. “I loved you in secret” gay. “Invisible locket” cause she can’t have their love on display cause it’s gay and forbidden, “Secret oasis...dancing with our hands tied” gay cause they can’t show the world and potentially hurt their careers “deep fears that the world would divide us” cause they’re gay and in the spotlight, “I’d kiss you as...If I could dance with you again” forbidden, wistful love is a gay theme guys this song is just so gay. Also, Kaylor’s also think this is about Karlie cause of the whole kissgate thing that happened whenever that shit was--but like, understandable, so there’s that.
Dress: GAy Gay gay gayest straight song ever in my gay opinion. “our secret moments in a crowded room: “silence and patience pining and anticipation” both gay. We back to that secretive shit. That’s really gay. Why would a straight couple be having to hide like this? Cause this isn’t a hiding from the media song, this is a hiding fro, everyone song. “Carve your name into my bedpost, cause I don’t want you like a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off” THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE BIGGEST LESBIAN TROPES EVER. Falling for your best friend and sure, girls fall for and have guy friends, but the phrasing “I don’t want you like a best friend” is such a gay statement. Using “don’t want you like a best friend” instantly queers it up cause she could have structured this as a “I want you as more than a friend” but there is an implied “supposed to” when she phrases it like that like “I don’t want you like a best friend [is supposed to]” because she want’s the girl in a sexual way and not just as her best friend I’m sorry I’m rambling but like... realizing you’re gay for a best friend is such a gay trope I can’t even explain to you oh my god.
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: After dress, this isn’t super gay, but she kinda has to tone the gay down after that. “And here’s to my baby, he aint reading what they call me lately” feels kinda comp het after dress though. But this is also supposed to be a shade-y fun song so it’s fine
Call It What You Want: She does refer to her dude, but as I’ve seen people mention before, she then uses the phrase “call it what you want” about the relationship. This feels kinda comp het after dress and Dancing With Our Hands Tied too but like, it’s fine
New Years Day: Cute af, no pronouns, het boys could never lmao jk there’s not much to this one
#taylor swift#reputation#reputation is gay#and here's why#BUT NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.#DRESS IS THE GAYEST STRAIGHT SONG I HAVE EVER HEARD#Thanks for your time#also shout out to that one post saying why they're all about karlie#but im not saying taylor TRIED to make rep gay#it just really is
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