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Summary: You’re a junior in college who spends almost all of your time stuck in either your dorm room or the library until you’re forced to go to a frat party where you meet Shawn, who immediately changes your whole college experience.

Author’s Note: I’m backkkkkk. I am so so excited about this one. This was based off a request I got in like May or something like that basically so insanely long ago and I never got to it because I knew it was going to be long. I kinda went off track with the request too a little bit, but I hope you love it as much as I do. It’s my baby so please be kind (also it’s my birthday so please don’t hurt my feelings too much lol). As always, I love hearing any type of feedback and I love you all x

Word Count: 12.2k

The door of your dorm room slammed open as your roommate rushed inside, frantically throwing her bag onto her bed and rummaging through her closet. You peered over the top of your laptop where you were busy editing an essay you had just finished for a class, watching her distressed state with curious eyes. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Natalie asked almost breathlessly, settling on a silk, light pink top with a plunging v-neck and a short black skirt.

“Why are you rushing so much? Where are you going?”

You would’ve thought you had grown three heads by the way she looked at you and the way she rolled her eyes when she noticed you were being dead serious made you slightly cave in on yourself in disappointment. “How do you not know what’s going on tonight? Sigma Alpha Epsilon is throwing another one of their huge parties, it’s all everyone has been talking about for the past two weeks.”

“I don’t know, must’ve just gone over my head,” you mumbled, feeling a little self-conscious about your lack of knowledge on what was going on in the social life of your campus. Ninety-nine percent of the time your head was stuck in a book or hunched over your laptop doing homework in the library so it really shouldn’t have been a surprise that this party was nowhere on your radar.

“Well now you know, so you’re going with me. Chop chop you’ve got to get dressed.”

“HA, you think I’m going to a party?”

She raised an eyebrow at you, silently challenging you to disagree with her, “Um, yes you are. Connor invited me which means I’m inviting you because he invites like 20 girls and I don’t want to be stuck alone all night.”

“You’re not going to be alone all night,” you sighed, closing your laptop before swinging your legs off the side of the bed, “You’re popular enough on campus that you’ll be able to find someone to hang out there with if I’m not there.”

“I know, but it’d be more fun if you were there with me. Pleaseeeeeee.” Natalie pulled out her best puppy dog eyes on you, her bottom lip jutting out to make her face look more innocent, “I’ll even do your makeup and hair for you….and you can borrow some of my clothes!”

“What, are my clothes not good enough or something?”

“They are! They’re just a little too, what’s the word I’m looking for, conservative for a party. You need something a little bit scandalous, you know? Gotta give the boys a little something something.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you before letting out a huff of annoyance and getting up to grab your hand to pull you off of the bed, “Come on, no excuses. Let’s get you ready for tonight.”

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This wasn’t your scene. Natalie had left you to go play beer pong about thirty minutes after you stepped foot into the loud, alcohol-stenched frat house, but you soon lost sight of her when Connor whisked her away after their team won against two other frat boys to what you could only assume would be his bedroom. You didn’t mind that she left you, you’d rather have one of you enjoying yourself then have her be miserable trying to entertain you. The tight shirt and skirt Natalie forced you into didn’t seem like such a bad idea when you were staring at yourself in the mirror of your dorm (to be honest the way she did your hair and makeup gave you a newfound confidence you hadn’t had in years), but now as you stood in the corner of the kitchen quietly nursing your drink while your eyes scanned the crowd of sweaty college students, you couldn’t feel more insecure and self-conscious. Your arms wrapped around your center, desperately trying to cover up what little skin was to be seen and you wished that Natalie would come down those stairs any second to go back to your dorm with you. You were so lost in your thoughts you hardly noticed the stench of beer get stronger around you or the heat of another body on your shoulder until the unknown person was up against you. “Hey,” the boy who you recognized from one of your writing classes and were pretty sure was a part of another fraternity on campus slurred, “You wanna come dance with me, sexy?”

“Um, no I’m ok, thanks though.” You tried to turn and walk away from him, but were stopped abruptly by his hand gripping your wrist and pulling you closer to him again.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he breathed into your ear, hot breath fanning across your face in the process making you cringe inward on yourself, “I’d love to feel that ass of yours up against me.”

“I said no, I don’t want to dance with you.” You could feel the panic rising in your throat, causing your words to come out broken and weak, and you desperately wished someone would see the fear in your eyes and come help you. His grip on you tightened the more you resisted and in that moment you wished you had never been stupid enough to listen to Natale about how fun this party was going to be.

“And I said you should come dance with me. So why don’t you-” HIs hand was pried off your wrist in seconds and you rubbed the spot where it had left, holding it close to your chest in fear.

“I think she already said no, buddy.” Your savior came in the form of a curly, brown haired boy that stood at least a couple inches over your unwanted dance partner. A scowl was evident on his face, his brown eyes hard and dark, “Now you should probably get out before I ban you from ever stepping foot in this place again.” The other boy left, but not before rudely shoulder checking the person you believed was your hero, which only earned him a scoff in return. “God, can’t stand people like that. They have no common decency for anyone.” He made eye contact with you for the first time that night and your heart skipped a beat, your body feeling somewhat small compared to his tall height. He saw the fearful look in your eyes and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder before looking you up and down for any signs of damage from the previous encounter, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I am now that you saved me,” you mumbled slightly, lowering your gaze to your cup in order to avoid his worried look, “Thank you, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“Well I’m glad I could help. I’m Shawn, by the way, I don’t think we’ve ever met.” Sticking his hand out for you to shake, he gave you a dazzling smile and you immediately recognized him as the president of the fraternity, the one your roommate was constantly talking about trying to get into his pants. Seeing him up close for the first time, you couldn’t help but understand why all the girls wanted to get with him and why a lot of those girls did get with him. There was a blue bandana wrapped around his head pushing back the beautiful curls that adorned his head and his chiseled jaw and bright eyes entranced you, making it hard to look away. His black t-shirt was frayed at the top near the buttons, allowing his few chest hairs to peak out, and his muscles practically bulged out of the short sleeves. You noticed a few tattoos along his arms, one being the one all of the hockey players got after they won their championship, as you shook his hand, but his strong grip broke you out of your thoughts and forced you to look at him again.

“I’m Y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Do you need another drink? I know where all of the good alcohol is if you want it,” he winked at you, a smug smirk on his lips as he held his hand up to his face as if he was telling you something top secret.

You looked at the almost empty beer in your hand sadly, but the thought of getting another drink absolutely disgusted you at the moment, “No thank you. I think I’m going to head out actually, I’m a little shaken up to be honest.”

“Don’t go because of that!” Shawn’s voice sounded rushed as if he desperately wanted you to stay, though you pushed the thought aside, knowing that he couldn’t care less about what you did. “If you want you can stay by me for the rest of the night or if you came with someone you can always use my name, I’ve learned it can get you a long way sometimes.”

Your eyes met his once again and you tried to push the butterflies that you were feeling down your throat. “I’m just here with my roommate, but I think she went up with one of your friends,” you admitted bashfully, rubbing your hand up and down your arm nervously, “I haven’t seen her in awhile. Parties aren’t exactly my thing, I’m only here because she forced me to come, so I think I’m just going to text her and then head out.”

“You’re going to walk home alone? Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t have any better ones right now.”

“Easy. I’ll walk you home.” He leaned against one of the walls comfortably as he spoke, a large smile on his face the entire time. There wasn’t a look of regret on his face, but you still questioned his motives. Why would he want to go out of his way to make sure you got home safe? Was he just trying to get you in bed with him? But if he was then why was he so adamant about getting that guy off of you?

“Don’t worry about it Shawn, really, I’ll be ok.”

“It’s either that or you’re staying in my room tonight so you don’t have to walk home alone.” There was a confident look in his eyes and he knew he had you beat, causing you to roll your eyes before walking past him towards the door.

His eyes followed you curiously as you walked away, watching as you turned around and beckoned him forward, “Come on then, I want to be asleep before 4,” leaving him to trail behind you like a puppy at your feet. __________________________

The two of you walked to your dorms in a mix of comfortable silence and easy conversation that sparked in the 10 minutes it took to get you home. It was surprising how little awkward tension there was for two people on completely different sides of the spectrum who had never met before today, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You learned he was majoring in music, something that his parents weren’t one hundred percent confident with, though they still supported him nonetheless he assured you, and that he had been playing hockey since he was 6. The moment you got to the door of your building you stopped, ready to thank him for walking with you and move on with the rest of your night, preferably reading your essay one more time before heading to bed, but Shawn had other plans. “Why’d you stop? Did you forget your key or something?”

“No,” you looked at him with furrowed brows, “I think I can walk up to my dorm myself.”

He crossed his arms defensively with a stern look on his face, “Oh I get it, you don’t want me to know which room you’re in. I saved you from some creep and you still think I’m just like him don’t you."

“It’s not that, I just don’t feel comfortable bringing you up to my dorm after we just met.”

“Which is a big deal because…”

“Isn’t me saying that it makes me uncomfortable enough of a reason?” you asked him, mimicking his position as a tiny bit of anger grew inside of you.

Shawn scoffed, rolling his eyes at your words, “Honey, if I wanted to get you in my bed, you’d already be in there by now. There’s no reason to worry about me doing anything to you if you let me walk you up there.”

“Excuse me? Just because you’ve gotten with the entire cheerleading team…”

“Not true...”

“And at least half of the sorority girls…”

“Half is pushing it a little bit…”

“Doesn’t mean that you’d be able to get with me. I don’t have time for a relationship right now and I don’t do random hookups, thank you very much. So thank you for saving me at the party and thank you for walking me home, but that will be all. Good night, Shawn.” With that you turned on your heels, using your key card before slamming the door in his face and heading up the stairs to your dorm. You couldn’t believe it. Right when you thought you were forming a type of friendship or a least mutual respect for someone that wasn’t your roommate it all fell apart like it always did. What were you thinking when Shawn Mendes was the definition of a frat boy? Why would he want to be friends with someone like you? You couldn’t even lie and say that it didn’t hurt a little when he said he would’ve already tried to get you in bed if he wanted to. Were you really that ugly that the boy who practically got with any female that wanted to didn’t want to get with you? Not that you would sleep with him if he had asked you, you did have an unspoken rule with yourself that you didn’t want to do hookups in college, but at least knowing that he found you attractive would have given you a slight confidence boost. You already hated how you had never been asked out by the boys in college, even though you weren’t exactly looking for a guy or putting yourself out there to be asked on a date, and how every girl seemed to sneer at you when you walked past. So that night you cuddled yourself under the covers, vowing to never step foot in another frat house again no matter how much Natalie begged. __________________________

“What are you doing tonight?” Natalie launched herself onto your bed, causing you to let out a groan when she landed on you.

You pushed her off of you while she laughed, making you roll your eyes, “Probably just binge watching some Netflix honestly. Why?”

“Really? That wasn’t what I thought you’d say at all.”

“What’d you think I was going to say?” you laughed as she sat up and leaned against your wall.

“Oh, something along the lines of ‘I have to study for a test that I’ve already taken and rewrite my essay for the thirtieth time’”, she said in a high pitched voice you soon realized was her impression of you.

“Hey, I do not sound like that! And besides, laugh all you want about it, but I’m at the top of the class so I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, I’m just surprised you’re giving yourself a break.”

“I am,” you told her with a smile, “I have no homework to finish tonight or tests coming up or essays that need to be turned in, so I’m finally letting myself have a night off.”

“Or…”

You raised an eyebrow at her, “Or what.”

“Or you could come to the hockey game tonight with me so I’m not alone.”

“Oh hell no, Nat, I’m not doing this again.” You grabbed your laptop off of your side table, already ready to pop open your tv series for the night.

“What do you mean you’re not doing this again? It’ll be fun!”

“Last time you convinced me to go somewhere I almost got harassed by a drunk frat boy and then I got into an argument with another frat boy while you were busy hooking up with a different one.”

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” she scoffed, climbing off the bed, “Besides, you’ve never been to a hockey game before and you’re a junior. No offense, but do you know how pathetic that sounds. Our school is literally known for hockey! Just once and then I’ll never ask you to go again.” You gave her a stern look, one that threatened her to ask again, but when she flashed her eyes at you, you immediately gave in, rolling your eyes at yourself and already hating yourself for agreeing.

“Fine, but you can’t leave my side the entire night.”

“I promise I won’t! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She brought you into a bone crushing hug before releasing you in favor of searching through her closet for something for the both of you to wear. __________________________

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t enjoying yourself a little bit. Opposed to last time Natalie was still sitting by your side and you had managed to convince her to let you wear one of your school hoodies and a pair of leggings to keep warm instead of the (as she phrased it) ‘hot ass’ outfit she had picked out for you. It was the final 10 minutes of the game and your team was ahead by four points, something everyone had been assured was an easy win from the start. Still, you could tell why everyone liked going to the games, it was energetic and loud and everything you thought a college game would be, but not as overwhelming. Even though Natalie had decided to sit next to Connor and they were relentlessly flirting and managing to have physical contact with one another the entire time, you were so focused on the game that it wasn’t bothering you as much as you imagined it would when you first sat down. You were entranced by the way the players skated across the ice, your eyes immediately drawing to one player in particular that seemed so comfortable on the ice. The moment you saw the back of his jersey though, MENDES written in bright white lettering, your heart dropped a little bit, not wanting to watch him as much as you were. Though it was hard not to when there was a clear reason he was made captain, so you were left to shamelessly follow his fast, steady movements across the ice.

The game soon ended with a win as expected and you were forced to follow Natalie and Connor deeper into the crowd of students to congratulate the team after they came out of their locker room. The crowd was cheering, adrenaline pumping through the air as you walked down the halls until you reached a large open space. Not long after all of the boys were making their way out, Shawn leading the pack like a true captain. A large portion of the girls (mostly puck bunnies or sorority girls or even some that just wanted some attention from the star himself) immediately crowded along Shawn and you could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying every last second of it. His eyes scanned the crowd for a brief moment before landing on yours and you swore you could see his smile falter until it became even brighter than before. He excused himself from the hoard of girls as he headed your way, making your heart stop. Was he really coming to see you? What were you going to say? “Good job”? No, you don’t want to congratulate him, he was rude to you the other night. Don’t let him know how you couldn’t stop watching him the entire game, he doesn’t need another boost to his already huge ego. Is he gonna say something first? What if he…

“Hey man, how’d it look from the crowd?” Shawn asked as he bro-hugged Connor. Your heart dropped. Of course he was coming over here to talk to one of his best friends, why would you think he was coming for you? But you could’ve sworn the two of you had made eye contact. Were you really that stupid?

“Great as always, they were easy today anyways.”

“Yeah we went a little easy on them. Last time we absolutely creamed them and then I got threats from their team about how ‘we were gonna pay for embarrassing them like that,’” Shawn scoffed, “Like we were the ones who embarrassed them.” He turned his head, sending a bright smile your way before finally acknowledging you for the first time tonight, “I’ve never seen you at a game before, do you always leave right after it ends?”

You cleared your throat awkwardly, wondering if you should just lie or admit how antisocial you truly were, “No, um this is actually my first hockey game.” Ok, admitting how antisocial you are it is.

“Your first hockey game? What year are you?”

“I’m a junior…”

“You’re a junior and this is your first hockey game?”

“Oh calm down, it’s not that big of a deal,” Natalie chimed in, sensing your discomfort at the situation at hand.

“Wait, don’t tell me.” Shawn rubbed his forehead as if he was thinking before snapping his fingers in Natalie’s direction, “You must be Natalie, right? Y/n was telling me all about you the other night.”

“The other night?”

“Yeah, I walked her home after the party last week. She didn’t tell you?”

Her eyes went wide, looking in your direction with her mouth hanging open while you caved in on yourself, “No, she failed to mention that you were the one to walk her home.”

“Damn, you were that ashamed of me, eh?” Shawn let out a light chuckle before slinging an arm around you to pull you closer to him.

“Wasn’t exactly my proudest moment,” you mumbled, trying your hardest not to lean into his body that seemed so tempting. You didn’t know what body wash he used in his shower, the shower was evident by the slightly wet hair on his head that made him look absolutely breathtaking, but it was extremely inviting and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle your head into his chest and breathe it through your senses.

“Anyways, are you two coming to the party tonight?”

“I mean…” Natalie started, but you cut her off immediately.

“No, we’re heading back after this,” you gave a pointed look in her direction, “Right, Nat?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a party pooper Y/n,” Shawn whined, ruffling your hair and laughing as you swatted his arm away.

“I’m not a party pooper, I’m just,” you stuttered for a second trying to find a decent excuse, “Just not quite dressed appropriately for a party, don’t you think?”

“Nonsense, I think you look great. But if it’s that big of a deal you can borrow my practice jersey and you’ll be all set.” Before you could protest Shawn was already reaching down into his duffle bag and producing a bright blue jersey with his name on the back. It was clear that this wasn’t just some jersey you’d buy in the school spirit shop, it looked as professional as it could, except the different design and tattered edges showed that it was made for practice.

“I’m not putting that on.”

“Why not? I promise it doesn’t smell and besides, don’t you want to let Nat have some fun?” He waved the jersey in front of you with a teasing smile on your face, causing you to roll your eyes before you snatched it out of his grip and pulled it over your sweatshirt. “That’s what I thought,” Shawn smirked as he put his arm back around your shoulders, “Now come on, I’ll drive, Y/n can be shot gun.” __________________________

No more than ten minutes later you were parked back at the same frat house you had been at the week prior and the mere thought of it made you sick. However, you didn’t know how much longer you could stay in Shawn’s jeep where he was stealing glances at you every five seconds and trying to annoy you in every way possible. He’d find every way possible to try and touch you in some way, whether it was a poke in the face or moving a strand of hair behind your ear, and constantly make comments that you wanted to laugh at, but wouldn’t be caught dead showing him that. So the second he parked you were already out of the car, breathing in a deep breath of clean air to make sure the scent of Shawn that was so heavy in his jeep would leave your senses. “Wow, was the drive that bad that you’re so eager to leave?”

You were praying with every ounce of your body that Shawn couldn’t see the blush on your face when he made eye contact on with you that teasing smile on his face, but the way Natalie snickered as she got out of the back of the jeep told you that she definitely knew. “No, I just get claustrophobic easily, that’s all.”

“Mhm.” Shawn looked at you, obviously not believing your excuse, but still motioning you towards the front door nonetheless. There was already a fair amount of people inside, at least enough to make you cringe at the thought of being there. Shawn had a light hold on your arm before leaning into your ear to make sure that you heard him, “I’m going to go get us some drinks. What do you want?”

“I don’t care, you can pick. Just please no shots of anything.”

“Ok, I’ll be back.”

Natalie and Connor were already god knows where, so you were left standing in the main foyer of the frat house, holding your arms around yourself while you looked around awkwardly, waiting for Shawn to return. You felt the familiar feeling of nervousness creeping up your throat and you forced yourself to focus on the smell of Shawn’s jersey and how warm it felt around you as a way to calm your rapid beating heart. He had only been gone a few minutes before someone else was approaching you, making your heart drop when you remembered what went down the last time you were here. “Hey, you wanna come dance with me?”

Hearing those words made you want to throw up, but you tried to keep your head up and your gaze unbothered while you prayed for Shawn to come back. “No thank you.”

“Well, can I go get you a drink then?”

“No, someone’s already…”

The feeling of an arm wrapping around you caused you to freeze until your nose caught onto the scent you had been unintentionally enjoying all night and you allowed yourself to relax into him. “I already got it for her. I think she’s all set, buddy.” The other guy got the hint quickly and backed away into the crowd until he was no more than a mere drop in a pool of people. “Damn, can’t even leave you alone for two seconds before you got some guy hitting on you,” Shawn laughed, but quickly stopped once he noticed the terrified look on your face. “Hey,” he placed a hand on your face to bring your eyes to his, “Did he touch you? Or hurt you?”

“No, no he didn’t, I’m still just a little shaken up from last time I guess,” you mumbled, bringing your gaze down to where your hands were engulfed in the fabric of your sweatshirt, “I’m sorry you have to keep saving me.”

“That’s understandable, it’s never a pleasant experience. And you never need to thank me, it’s just common decency.” You refused to meet his eyes again, but you heard his sigh before he gently grabbed your hand in his and handed you your drink. Your heart fluttered when he took your other hand in his grasp, the feeling of his rough calluses overwhelming your senses. “What do you say we go dance? Get your mind off of things for a little bit, let loose.”

“I don’t know Shawn, I’m not the greatest dancer…”

“You don’t have to be. I promise it will be fun.”

You knew there was a ninety-nine percent chance that you were going to embarrass yourself completely in front of him, but the way he was staring at you like it would break his heart if you said no made up your mind for you in a second. “Ok, let’s go.”

A wide smile broke out on Shawn’s face before he dragged you into the crowd, finding a spot he deemed fit for the two of you to dance in. It started out with just a simple step touch as you started to feel the rhythm of the music and allow yourself to relax as much as possible while sipping on the drink he got you. He tried to make small talk with you even over the loud music, resulting in him having to brush his lips against your ear as he spoke to you. Your heart fluttered with each movement and the alcohol you were consuming wasn’t making it any easier when he’d laugh at something you said, his bright brown eyes crinkling from his cheeks. As the night got longer and your cup became emptier, the distance between the two of you became smaller and smaller until your chest was pressed right against his. His free hand came up to naturally grasp your waist, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable. On the contrary, it made your stomach do flips that you couldn’t control even if you wanted to. His face was getting close, too close for your muddled brain to do anything rational about it. You didn’t know exactly what was put in the drink (it was delicious though and you knew he would tell you if you asked), but as a light weight you were definitely feeling the effects of it, so just as his nose touched the tip of yours you pulled away, muttering in his ear about how you had to use the bathroom before running off away from the crowd.

After winding through the halls of the house and passing multiple people making out against the walls, you finally reached the bathroom where you shut the door in a hurry, allowing yourself to take a deep breath as you leaned against the counter. Your eyes lifted up to stare at your reflection in the mirror, your brain struggling to process what had just happened. Was he going to kiss you? Was this his plan all along, to get you comfortable enough around him to have you wrapped around his finger? No, that couldn’t have been it. He was so easy to talk to and seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say and what you were doing. He wouldn’t do that just to get with you, would he? Your thoughts are interrupted by a series of knocks on the door, followed by a worried voice, “Y/n? Are you ok in there?”

“Yeah! I’ll, um, I’ll be right out!” You splashed some water onto your face in an effort to calm yourself down to a degree before opening the door to be met with Shawn’s concerned face.

“I’m sorry if I rushed you. You just ran out of there so quick I was worried something happened.”

Your heart swelled at how much he seemed to care about you and you willed the heat to leave your face, “No, I’m ok. I did feel a little crowded in there, but I’m ok now, thanks.”

“Yeah, of course. What do you say we go to the kitchen for a little bit to talk in there? It usually isn’t too crowded this far into the party.” You allowed him to take your hand and lead you into the kitchen where, like he said, was completely empty besides a few people every now and then that would come to refill their glass. Most of the alcohol had been moved into various places of the house so there was no fear of a bunch of hammered students coming in and ruining the place. There was a comforting silence between the two of you for a moment, the only sound being the music that could be heard from the main room as you both leaned against the counter next to one another. “I’m glad you came to the game tonight,” Shawn broke the silence, looking at you with a sincere look in his eye, “And thanks for letting me drag you to this party.”

“I don’t think I could’ve said no to the party, you’re pretty convincing,” you admitted, downing the last sip of your drink, “You were really good tonight, too. I never told you earlier, but I couldn’t stop watching you as you played. It’s obvious why you were chosen as captain.”

Shawn let out a nervous chuckle, his own cheeks showing a hint of pink to them, “Thanks, it means a lot. Do you want another drink?”

“No, I’m ok. I get drunk easily so I think I should stop before it gets worse.” You easily learned that you were an extremely honest drunk and if the words you were saying to Shawn were any indicator, you definitely shouldn’t drink anything more.

“That’s a shame, I have a feeling that you’re fun when you’re absolutely plastered.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, you’re already fun as it is, but it takes a while for you to open up. I think I’d get to see you at your fullest, you know what I mean? But that’s just off of my first couple impressions of you, so what do I know.” He finished off his statement by grabbing a beer from the fridge, returning to a spot much closer to you, so close that your shoulders were right up against one another. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m very comfortable around you,” you whispered, eyes falling down to his smooth, red lips.

He caught the motion of your eyes and let his do the same, his face coming just that extra inch closer to yours, “Do you think it would be ok if…”

“Y/n! We’re going home!” Natalie came barging into the kitchen, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the door.

“What? What’s going on?” you asked her, trying to tug your arm away, but her grip was strong and she was dead set on ordering an uber to get out of here as soon as possible.

“I’ll tell you when we get back.”

Your heart dropped as you looked at Shawn who looked just as confused and saddened as you. “Bye Shawn, thanks for bringing us.”

“Wait,” he muttered to himself, running towards the door before Natalie could get you out of it, “Give me your phone really quick.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.” You unlocked your phone for him and watched as he added his number into your messages, even including a silly picture of him as his contact photo that you knew you’d be laughing at later. “Text me when you’re back at your dorm, eh? Wanna make sure you get home safe.”

Looking into his eyes you saw a completely different man than the one you had yelled at on the first night you met. This one seemed vulnerable as he stared at you, as though he was putting himself bare in front of you and showing you the real him. You nodded your head, taking your phone from his hand before Natalie was pulling you towards the uber. “I promise I’ll text you.”

“Bye Y/n.” __________________________

“What was that for?!” you demanded, staring down your roommate as she fell onto her bed.

“Connor and I got into a fight.”

“I didn’t know the two of you were dating.”

“That’s the thing...we’re not.” She sighed, propping herself up against the wall, “See the thing is...we’re talking I guess, but it’s not exclusive. It’s more like a ‘talking’ so we can hook up if we want to sort of thing.”

“So what does that have to do with you dragging me out of the party.”

“Well I was making out with Tim…”

“Why were you making out with Tim?”

“Because he’s hot and I’m drunk so it was a great idea. That was until Connor saw and got all pissed because apparently I’m not allowed to do that, but he’s all over girls all the time still so I don’t see the big deal! And because I’m so drunk I was over fighting with him for the night and I’m mad so therefore we had to leave.”

“Great,” you muttered, “I was finally having a good time at a party and then you and your hook up had to mess it up.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I truly am. If there was a way to make it up to you I’d do it. But preferably when I’m sober.”

“It’s fine, it’s not that big of a deal anyways,” you mumbled before you began to change into some more comfortable clothes for the night. You noticed you were still wearing Shawn’s jersey that you would ultimately have to give him back for the game, but you couldn’t help but think that you could worry about getting it to him tomorrow and maybe that would be your chance to make up for the time you lost tonight. __________________________

The light streamed in through the window of your dorm and you groaned, pushing yourself out of bed to turn off your alarm. You sighed to yourself as you got yourself up and moving for the day, even going as far as making sure that Natalie was still alive and breathing after she came home late last night from a bar before grabbing your bag to head to class. You hated your 8am class, but it was the only slot available that worked with your schedule so you simply had to man up and accept your fate. You were about halfway to your class when you heard a distant voice call out to you and you whipped your head around to meet a smiling curly haired boy running your way. “Y/n, hey,” Shawn smiled at you after finally catching up to you, “Long time no see.”

“Hey, Shawn, how have you been?” You hadn’t seen him since you had dropped his practice jersey off at the doorstep of the frat a few weeks back, but you couldn’t lie and say a part of you was hoping that you’d run into him again.

“Good, miss seeing you at the hockey games though.”

His comment made you blush and you brought your gaze to the floor so he couldn’t see your heated cheeks. “I never really went before so I wasn’t exactly planning on going anytime soon again.”

“You didn’t have a good time?” he asked with a feigned offense, big puppy dog eyes on display as he walked next to you.

“I promise I did, I just prefer to stay in my dorm and study if we’re being honest.”

“I understand,” he nodded thoughtfully, “So where are you headed?”

“English Literature, how about you?”

“Calculus, which if we’re being honest here is not my strong suit. If I don’t get at least a B on this next test they could pull me from the game. I swear I’m not dumb, I just don’t get it I guess.”

“Well, I don’t know if it means anything to you, but I had an A in that class last semester. I could help you out if you want.”

“You’d do that for me?” he asked with wide eyes, bringing you both to a halt in front of your lecture hall. “Of course I would, when’s your test?”

“Next Tuesday, could we meet on Thursday after practice?”

“Sounds perfect. Just text me the time and place.”

“I owe you a bunch.” Shawn leaned in to press a kiss to the top of your temple that left your heart fluttering before making his way over to his own class. __________________________

Thursday felt like it would never come, but there you were sitting alone inside the library at eight thirty at night, waiting for Shawn to arrive from his practice. A million thoughts were swirling through your head the longer you waited and you desperately wished he would show up to give you a distraction from your mind. You were constantly worried that he wouldn’t show up, had planned on ditching you from the start as some kind of sick joke, but that fear was diminished when he stumbled through the doors. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he breathed out, “Practice went later than expected.” A series of students shushed him for being too loud, causing a sheepish expression to grace his face, “Sorry.”

He sat his bag down next to you, sliding in close enough that you would be able to see what the other was doing while still maintaining a safe distance. “Sooo,” you broke the silence as he got his books out, “What do you want to start with?”

The rest of the time was spent discussing Shawn’s upcoming test and explaining what each concept was to the best of your ability. You could tell that he was smart, he just needed a little bit of help, so he was very easy to work with. Besides how hard it was for you to concentrate around him that was. Whenever he leaned in to peer over your work a little more, your heart beat increased rapidly and you held your breath until he moved away again. You couldn’t tell if he was aware of your behaviors, but he seemed extremely unfazed, always dazzling you a bright smile after something made sense to him. It was adorable to you when his eyes would furrow a little bit while he was working and the proud glow on his face when he got a problem right.

Time seemed to go by quick with all the little jokes he was making and soon enough it was eleven at night and the library was beginning to close down. “Guess we should be heading out then,” Shawn laughed, “Unless you plan on sleeping in here tonight.”

“No, not exactly. Was kind of looking forward to my bed if I’m being honest.” A chuckle of your own escaped your lips as you packed up your bag alongside him.

“Did you drive here?”

“No, my car isn’t on campus. I just walked.”

“Well I hope you weren’t planning on walking back too.”

“What other choice do I have?”

Shawn raised an eyebrow at you, “Seriously? You’re going to ask that when I’m literally right here.”

“I’m not going to ask you to drive me home, Shawn.”

“Good thing you’re not asking me, I’m telling you. Now come on, my jeep is right out here.” You didn’t protest this time, knowing he wouldn’t back down from his offer, and instead followed him out to that black jeep you vividly remember from your last trip in it.

The ride back to your dorm was significantly quieter than what your previous encounters with Shawn had been besides the quiet music playing in the background. By the time he had pulled in front of your building, there were hardly any cars to be seen around and all of the students were already inside. Shawn turned his body to face you, “Thanks for the help tonight, I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure. Good luck on your test next week, I know you’ll do great, but you can still text me if you want to meet up again.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He gave you a kind smile when you thanked him for the ride before you opened the door to the brisk night air. “Y/n wait…”

“What?”

“I know you’re not really into parties but…,” his words trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “There’s this movie night thing at the frat Saturday night and all of the guys are expected to bring a date. Do you maybe wanna come with me?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “You want me to be your date?”

“Yeah, if you want to be.” Even in the darkness you could see the way his cheeks reddened and he failed to look you in the eye.

“I’d love to go,” you told him truthfully and you couldn’t help but smile with him when his face lit up at your words.

“Really?! That’s, that’s great! You’re supposed to wear your pajamas by the way so I hope that’s ok with you.”

“Perfectly fine with me. Just text me the time later.”

“I will. Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Shawn.” He watched you walk into your building with a giddy smile on his face before he drove back to his frat for a sleep that he hoped included dreams of you. __________________________

“What are you getting all dolled up for?”

You look over from where you’re doing your hair to see Natalie laying on her bed staring at you with curious eyes. “I’m going to movie night with Shawn.”

“You’re going to movie night with Shawn?!” Natalie exclaimed, her eyes practically bursting out of her head.

“Yeah, he asked me to go with him as his date.” You tried to keep your calm in front of her and not show how excited you truly were, but your smile was fighting to break free on your face.

“Is he picking you up?”

“No, I’m probably just going to walk or maybe get an uber.”

“Walk? Honey, no. Connor is picking me up, I’ll just text him and ask if he can drive you, too.”

“You don’t need to do that…”

“Nonsense, there’s no reason for you to walk when I’m literally driving to the same place.” Natalie quickly grabbed her phone to text something to Connor before getting up out of bed to walk over and fluff your finally curled hair.

“What’s going on with you and Connor anyways?”

“Oh, we’re just friends with benefits for now,” Natalie said dreamly, her hands separating your curls to make them more natural as she spoke, “But we decided that we’re going to be exclusive. No more arguments about that I guess.” You nodded your head thoughtfully, carefully examining your appearance in the mirror. “Why are you getting ready so early? We don’t have to leave for another two hours.”

“I know, but I thought you’d have to use the curler and mirror, too, so I figured I’d get done early so you could have enough room to do everything.”

“You’re the sweetest ever,” she told you, kissing the top of your head making you scrunch your nose. “Do you want me to do your makeup for you?”

“I’m not sure, I just want to do something natural.” You examined your face with much criticism, trying to decide what you wanted to do to hopefully make you look more appealing to Shawn. You didn’t just think that did you? You’re not really trying to impress Shawn tonight, right? The butterflies in your stomach told you otherwise and you cursed yourself for the thoughts that were taking over your head.

“I can do that,” Nat responded quickly, “Easy. Now what I’m concerned about is what you’re wearing tonight.”

“I was planning on wearing some sweatpants and a tank top or maybe one of my patching pajama tops and bottoms. I wasn’t sure yet.”

“See this is where we’re going to have an issue. Don’t you want to wear something a bit more revealing? Want to impress Shawn a little bit? I have a slip you can borrow if you want or…”

“No, I’m all set, I just want to be comfortable. I appreciate the concern, but you know it’s not me to wear something like that out in public. It makes me uneasy.”

“I know, I know. Let’s just focus on getting your makeup looking absolutely perfect just like you.” __________________________

Connor pulled up to the frat house before unlocking the car door for you and slinging an arm around Natalie’s seat to look back at you, “Why don’t you go in and meet up with Shawn, we’ll be in in one second.” You gave him a forced smile and a small thank you as Natalie giggled and you rolled your eyes the second you got out, happy to finally be away from their never ending teasing of one another. You made your way up to the door of the frat and knocked loud enough to be heard, transferring your weight back and forth out of nervousness. The door opened not long after revealing your date for the night looking as cozy as ever in a pair of grey sweatpants and a cotton white t-shirt. His eyes subtly looked you up and down with a smile on his face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you breathed out, letting yourself admire him the way he was you.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, you look extremely comfy and nice as well.”

“Why thank you, I like the plaid.” You looked down at your plaid sleep pants and tighter fitted grey long sleeve you had on top, your cheeks blushing red at his comment.

“I know I probably am not dressed up like a lot of the other girls, but I just wanted to be comfortable…”

“Stop it, I think you look amazing. Now come inside, I already have a spot for us.” You followed him through the frat house until you came into the kitchen that looked a little different now that it wasn’t filled to the brim with alcohol. “Do you want any hot chocolate? Or tea?”

“I’ll have hot chocolate please.”

“Good choice, good choice,” he chuckled, pouring some of the boiling water into two mugs. “You know, I’m kinda surprised Natalie didn’t force you to wear some form of lingerie like a lot of the girls are.”

“She tried to convince me to, but I didn’t want to. I’m just as surprised as you are though that she let me get away with this.”

“Well, I think it’s better that you came here comfortable rather than wearing any of that.” He handed you your cup, warning you of how hot it was. “Speaking of Natalie, where are her and Connor?”

“Still in the car, they kicked me out right when we got here.”

“Typical,” Shawn snorted before making his way into the living room with you trailing behind him. The room was already about half the way full with couples, if you could even call them that, and the room had a much cozier vibe than what you had previously seen it as. There were blankets everywhere and snacks piled up onto all of the tables. There were a few guys and girls that were obviously not too interested in their date and were mingling with other people instead and some that were extremely interested in their date to the point where it was almost obnoxious. “I got us the seat in the corner by the table. You can put your mug there if you want and those blankets that are there are ours, too. I’m just going to run to the bathroom quickly so you can wait there until I come back or you can go somewhere else.” He kissed your cheek lightly, leaving you with a heated face before he left you alone in the room. You swore you could feel the hard stares of the breathtaking girls around you and you sank yourself down into the couch, desperately wishing Shawn hadn’t left you here by yourself.

You sat there for almost ten minutes before you had decided that you were finished being the target for the judgemental looks and whispers from those around you, peeling yourself out of your spot before heading towards what you were praying was the bathrooms in hopes of running into Shawn on the way. Just as you rounded the corner you could faintly make out a female voice and you snuck your head around only to be met with a sight that made your heart drop. There she was, the drop dead gorgeous head cheerleader you knew had been in Shawn’s sheets multiple times before, with her hand on your date’s chest, that mischievous glint in her eyes that was laced with lust. Shawn’s hands were wrapped around her wrists and although you couldn’t hear their words, you couldn’t help but feel betrayed at the whole situation. Here you are, being made a fool of in front of all of these people who have always seemed to despise you from the start. You finally started letting your guard down for Shawn and what do you get in return? A stabbing pain in your heart. Tears began prickling in your eyes before you turned straight on your heels to head out of the frat without a second thought in your mind.

Just as you were about to reach the door, it opened for you, Natalie and Connor entering with giddy smiles on their faces. But at the sight of you, Natalie’s smile dropped, “Hun, what happened?”

“Nothing, I think I might head out.”

“What?” She made a signal to Connor so that he’d leave the two of you alone and he agreed, whispering something in her ear before moving past you. “Ok, now tell me what happened. You were so happy about coming tonight!” With tears threatening to fall down your face, you told her exactly what you saw from the moment you stepped into the house and before you knew it, you were encased in her arms, her hands rubbing comforting circles on your back. “I’m so sorry, baby. He doesn’t deserve you if he’s going to let her get away with that.”

“Am I stupid to be so affected by this?”

“No, that was a dick move on his part and you are allowed to feel upset about it. What we’re not going to do though is leave, you hear me? Two can play at this game.”

“What do you mean?”

“I meannn, let’s give him a taste of his own medicine. Come on, follow me.” She wiped underneath your eyes before leading you back into the living room towards the couch on the opposite side. Two guys you recognized from the frat were sitting there alone and when you noticed Natalie walking over to them confidently, your heart stopped.

“Nat, what are we doing?”

“Just trust me on this...Hey guys!” The two guys looked up at the sound of her voice, a heavy smirk on both of their lips. “You got any extra room for a little bit?”

“Be my guest,” the blonde one responded and Natalie wasted no time in pushing you to sit next to them.

You stumbled slightly onto the couch, but recovered quickly, sending a light wave to the guys, “Hi.”

They both greeted you back with a smile, leaving Natalie to be quite satisfied as she whispered in your ear, “Be back soon,” and then she was gone.

You weren’t close enough to the guys that it would be considered dangerous to you, but you were definitely closer than you would usually be with some strangers that you had literally just met. The conversation flowed easily between the three of you, not as easily as it did between you and Shawn though, and you found yourself constantly glancing towards the entryway in case he decided to make an appearance. Just as one of the frat members announced that the movie was starting in five minutes Shawn made his way into the living room, his eyes spotting you immediately. You could see his jaw clench from the corner of your eye and the way his eyes hardened was not easy to miss. This only made you up the antics a little more, with a hand moving to the shoulder of the guy closest to you before the sound of your name being called from across the room caught your attention, as well as everyone else’s in the room. You looked over to see Shawn staring at you coldly, his head nodding at the seat he had for you as a signal for you to come back. “Thanks for the seat boys, but I better be heading back,” you told them with a cheeky smile that they returned to you before heading over towards Shawn. You could feel the strong gaze of the other couples and you desperately wished that you could curl in on yourself and disappear. Once you were close enough to him he pulled you down harshly into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ear, “What the hell were you doing over there?”

You wriggled out of his arms, but still laid next to him, allowing him to bring the blanket up and over you with his arm around you. “I was making some new friends to keep me company since you were so busy with Vanessa when you were supposed to be just using the bathroom.”

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, “Listen, I don’t know what you saw, but…”

“I don’t want to hear it Shawn, I just want to watch the movie and leave.”

“No, I want you to listen to me because I can see how you might have taken this the wrong way.”

“Was there a right way to take it?” you whispered back angrily, feeling his arm tighten around you so that he could bring his mouth closer to your ear.

“Not from your point of view, but I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I haven’t been answering her texts for the last two months and threatened to block her last week and she was all butthurt about it, saying that she wanted things to go back to when she could call me for a booty call whenever she felt like it. And I don’t want that anymore. I’ve got my eye on someone right now and I wouldn’t mess up my chance with her like that.”

“If you have your eye on someone then why didn’t you bring her tonight?”

“I did.” You looked up at him as the lights were turned off and you caught a glimpse of his eyes before he was facing the screen and pulling you closer to his chest. You snuggled into him and wrapped your arm around his body too, leaving the both of you with graceful smiles on your faces. __________________________

Of course the guys had picked a scary movie for the night, causing you to squeeze Shawn a little tighter at every jump scare. He didn’t mind though, it only gave him an excuse to pull you closer to him and press light, comforting kisses into your hair. Somewhere between the halfway point of the movie when you tucked your head into Shawn’s chest at a particularly frightening scene and the end of the movie, you found yourself dozing off, eventually falling into a light slumber cuddled up against him. The even beating of his heart lulled you to sleep until you felt him shaking you softly, whispering your name into your ear. “Hey, the movie’s over.”

“Oh,” you sat up and tried to comb back your slightly messed up hair, seeing the other couples retreat to their respective rooms, “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“Don’t be, you look cute when you’re comfy.” His words caused your cheeks to heat up and you situated yourself to try and hide your face from him. “Are you ready to go back to sleep?”

“Yeah, I should probably head out.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m ready to fall back asleep...which means that I need to go home so I can go to sleep in my bed.” You looked back at him with furrowed brows that matched his.

“Y/n, it’s two in the morning, why don’t you just stay here. No one else is leaving.”

“You don’t have a spare room though…”

“You can sleep in my room, I’ll sleep on the floor if you feel too uncomfortable.”

“No Shawn, I’m not kicking you out of your own bed. If you’re so adamant about me staying then we might as well share it.”

“Are you sure you’re ok with that?”

“I’m a big girl, Shawn, I think I can handle sleeping in a bed with you for one night.”

Shawn let out a laugh that was music to your ears before extending a hand to you that you gladly accepted. His hand engulfed yours perfectly and you stumbled as he pulled you up off the couch because you were too busy trying to memorize the feeling of his hand in yours. “Careful there, honey,” his sweet voice drawed out, “You’re even more tired than I thought. Can hardly stand on two feet.” He escorted you hand in hand to his bedroom, which was much cleaner than you would have imagined. There were a couple guitars on stands, a piano in the corner, some hockey gear half stuffed into a bag on the floor, all things that perfectly described Shawn to you. He slid into his bed, adjusting himself under the covers before looking at you with a boyish grin and beckoning you towards him. You sat down next to him, playing with your hands awkwardly. “You ok?” You nodded your head. “I can put up a pillow barrier if you want, I have to admit I tend to be a cuddler.”

You giggled, imagining you waking up to find him snuggled up against a pillow between the two of you. “It’s ok, I don’t think we need a pillow barrier.”

“Suit yourself.” He turned off the light, getting even more comfortable in his bed and turning towards the wall. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Shawn.” __________________________

The deep scent of oak and cinnamon should have woken you up. The heavy weight slung across your stomach should have woken you up. The unusual heat that was spreading across your back should have woken you up. But instead, they all just kept you in a peaceful slumber as the morning light streamed in through the window.

Shawn was the first to awake. Breathing in your comforting scent, he squeezed you a little tighter, not quite realizing what he was doing. The moment you pushed back into him in an effort to get impossibly closer to him his senses became wide awake, suddenly making him on high alert to how close you were to him. He couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if you woke up to find the two of you like this, but when he tried to untangle himself from you and you subconsciously gripped his arm tighter, pulling him back to you, he gave up the fight and let himself get lost in the moment. Against his better judgment he placed his lips to your hair, leaving feathery kisses in their wake. Your body began to move slowly as you came to a consciousness, but Shawn continued to kiss down your neck until he finished with a soft one on your shoulder. “Good morning,” he rasped, looking at you through his lashes.

“Good morning.” The second you came to a full realization of what was happening your body froze, not quite able to process the exact situation. The immense heat that was radiating off of him was too soothing for you to resist though and soon your body fell slack against his just as it was while you were asleep.

“How’d you sleep?” Shawn asked, tracing his finger across your cheek bone.

“Like a baby.”

“Good to hear.” His stomach rumbled, making a laugh escape out of him, “And that is good to hear too, I guess. You want to go get some breakfast.”

Deep inside you wanted to say no and selfishly keep him close to you all morning long, “That sounds perfect.”

Your body became cold the second he left your side and you shivered slightly from the temperature change. “You ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” you lied, grabbing his hand to help you out of bed. He pulled your body close to his, looking at you deeply with those gorgeous brown eyes of his.

“Were you uncomfortable this morning?”

“No,” you stuttered, feeling small as he towered over you even if you didn’t find him intimidating, if anything the words coming out of his mouth were more intimidating than him.

“Why not?”

His body came closer to you with each word until you were backed up against the wall, his chest pressing against yours. “What?”

“I asked you why you weren’t uncomfortable.” His face was so close to you that you could see every last detail of his skin, including a scar on his cheek that you didn’t happen to notice before, but made him look all the more endearing to you.

“Because I trust you.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

You could tell by the way that his eyebrow quirked up that he didn’t believe your wavering voice, “Are you telling me the truth? Because I want to know if you feel the same way about me that I do.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I made it quite obvious,” he chuckled, “I really, really like you, Y/n. I was hoping maybe this morning was a sign that you felt the same way…”

“It was,” you breathed out quickly, not wanting this moment to fade away. “I like you too, Shawn.”

His lips fanned over yours and your breath hitched in your throat, desperately waiting for him to move the final inch. “I’m not going to kiss you,” he told you, watching the light in your eyes dim and cast down to the ground, “Hey, look at me.” Shawn grabbed your chin gently, pulling your eyes back up to his, “It’s not because I don’t want to, it’s because it feels wrong to do it without going on a date first. You understand?” You nodded your head sadly, making him let out a quiet laugh, “But I would like to take you out on a date if you’d let me.”

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Perfect,” he leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose, “Now let’s go down and eat breakfast. I’m absolutely starving.” __________________________

Are you free Tuesday night? Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to ask you

The message came through the second you stepped through the door to your dorm room. Natalie and Connor had woken up later than you and Shawn, so Shawn had offered to drive you home instead. You looked out your small window that happened to be facing the street and were met with his jeep still parked next to the curb. His eyes met yours causing the two of you to smile and you could practically hear his laugh from three floors up.

I’m free all night

Perfect, see you then I’ll pick you up x

Can’t wait x __________________________

The rest of the weekend seemed to drag on until your classes came again on Monday to distract your mind from the next day. It didn’t help that you and Shawn were texting almost every second of the day since you two had parted, only adding to your anticipation.

After seeming as though it would never arrive, Tuesday night came upon you, bringing you back to the same chair this all started with. Natalie was over the moon when you told her about your date, immediately wanting to know everything about it and what outfit you were planning on wearing. She had you propped up in what she called her “makeup chair” making sure your makeup and hair were the best they had ever looked. You had chosen a simple sweater and leggings, hoping that you looked nice enough while still managing to stay warm and comfortable. Shawn hadn’t told you where you were going yet, stating that it had to be kept a surprise, so you worked with what you had in order to have an appropriate outfit.

At six o’clock sharp Shawn was waiting outside, leaning against his jeep on his phone was a bouquet of flowers in one hand. His eyes flickered to the door anytime he heard a noise, but at the sight of you he stood up straight, hands pocketing his phone before he was headed straight towards you. “Hey, you look beautiful.”

“And you look as handsome as always.”

A blush formed on his cheeks at your words and he handed you the flowers bashfully, ducking his head down to avoid your gaze. “These are for you.”

“They’re gorgeous, thank you.” He sent you a bright smile as he took your hand to lead you around the car, opening the door for you to slide inside.

“Will you tell me where we’re going now?” you asked as soon as he slid into the driver's seat.

“Not yet, gotta keep the suspense up,” he teased, his hand coming up to lace his fingers with yours on the center console. “I hope you’re hungry though.”

“If we’re being honest I’m always hungry.”

“Then this is going to work out great.” The ride was short and before you knew it you were turning into a parking lot of a small old-fashioned diner a few minutes off of campus. Shawn parked the car, running around the jeep quickly to open the door for you. You smiled at his kind gesture and took his outstretched hand for you to walk inside together.

The two of you were sat inside of a booth across from each other as you scanned the menus. Shawn hardly looked at his before he was nodding his head and leaning back in his seat to look at you, “Got any idea of what you’re getting?”

“Um, not really. Have you been here before?”

“More times than I can remember. I usually go here after practice late at night because it’s open until like three in the morning.”

“Any suggestions?”

“Well I always get the cheeseburger with no tomato, a chocolate milkshake, and extra fries…”

“Extra fries? You eat that many fries?”

Shawn laughed, a wide smile forming on his face, “Most of the time yes, but if I don’t I just bring them back to the frat house. They’re always gone a couple seconds after I set them down.”

“Hmm, I can't decide if I want a chocolate shake like you or an oreo one. What do you think?”

“I think you should get an oreo one and then we can share them both.” You looked over your menu at him with a small smile, watching his eyes light up as he returned your expression.

“Then that’s what I’ll do.” The waitress came over and you ordered the same thing as Shawn, except with tomatoes, different shake, and of course, no extra fries. Once your milkshakes came out, he requested two extra straws, winking at you as he slid them in.

“So,” he began, sipping on his chocolate milkshake, “Do you think you’re going to come to more hockey games this season?”

“I’m not sure, I guess I’d need a good reason to go,” you smirked at him, taking a sip of yours as well.

“I’m pretty sure I could give you a good reason.” He looked around to make sure no one was looking, but fortunately you two were the only ones in there besides another couple on the other side. Shawn grabbed your hand and leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours. Your heart started beating faster until his lips were right against yours, but you faltered when he froze. The look in his eyes was pleading with you to let him continue so you took control instead, closing the small gap between the two of you. His free hand cradled your cheek as his lips moved with yours, keeping you close to him. It was short and innocent, but it was enough to leave your head spinning and heart pounding. Your lips chased his once he moved back, desperately wanting to feel the softness of them on yours once again, causing him to laugh with a smile before giving you a peck to satisfy you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I doubt it was that long,” you mumbled, eyes focusing on where his thumb was rubbing the top of your hand.

“What makes you say that?”

“No guy has ever really been into me before.”

“I think that’s a lie. Besides, I’ve wanted that since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” He brought your hand to his lips to leave a lingering kiss on it, “You would’ve noticed if your head wasn’t stuck in a book.”

“Didn’t know it was bad to try to be at the top of my class.”

“It isn’t. I think it’s great that you’re at the top of the class list. Now you’re on the top of two lists.”

“Two lists?” you asked, watching as he smiled and leaned forward to try to steal another kiss.

“Yeah, the school’s and mine.”

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🤒😩🌸🕯😭🍵🎤😔📝

sl/ender and/or spl/endor

HOLY SHIT MY SCREENTIME RECORD IS ABOUT TO SKYROCKET

i’m doing both of them for every question cus i LOVE sple/ndor <3

🤒 slen/der doesn’t get sick often, i’d say maybe once every few years. the max he gets sick is maybe once a year, that’s if his luck runs out with immunity. sple/ndor is the same but the minimum is maybe once every two years. slender catches flus more often than colds and splendor actually catches colds on TOP of stomach bugs, more often than not. which if you know what a cold or allergies on top of a stomach flu is like, it fucking SUCKS.

😩slender tends to sneeze only once, maybe twice. it doesn’t depend on the cause usually, his body just decides for itself. splendor tho sneezes in small fits of 2-4, if it’s over 4, he’s probably come into contact with an allergen he’s sensitive to, such as incense for example, one of his weaknesses. fits aren’t common for slender at all and if he has one it’s a cause for extreme concern (and a need for earplugs), splendor again it depends on if he’s allergic to something in the air or not.

🌸slender isn’t allergic to any plants or pollen at all, splendor is weird with it, it’s only certain plants. strongest one being hibiscus flowers, and another being pine trees since if i’m not mistaken they attract pollen easily. with the hibiscus flowers it’s both the pollen and the smell of them that gets him. hibiscus flowers and pine trees set him off into those fits of more than 4, usually 5-6.

🕯slender CAN be set off by dust but it would have to be a dusty ass room that hasn’t been cleaned in 50 years, otherwise it won’t be enough. pretty much any strong synthetic perfumes like ones from bath and body works, victoria’s secret, even axe body spray or old spice, literally ANY body fragrances can set off splendor. especially if it’s a huge amount. sally may get a hold of jane or nina’s perfumes and might want to spray them around the house, and splendor will just lose it. nothing outta the ordinary.

😭y’all obviously know what i’mma say for this one lmao. slender is pretty quiet about it, doesn’t try to HIDE the fact he’s sick (as it’s very noticeable when he is) but he insists he can work through it. splendor, not being much of a whiner or complainer, doesn’t downplay it at all and will admit it if he can’t do certain things because he’s not feeling well. he won’t make his illness everybody else’s problem though, not even slender’s.

🍵YESSS THEY ARE TEA WHORES. slender prefers irish black tea with lemon and honey, as both help sore throats and phlegm which is what he struggles with a lot when he’s such. splendor is on the sweeter side, liking more floral or fruity teas such as raspberry tea or rose tea, def with a LOT of honey, since slender doesn’t like him having a bunch of sugar when he’s sick since he gets those stomach bugs. splendor would accept water and so would slender if they had no tea left, they won’t like it, but they have to deal with it.

🎤slenders voice changed a bit when he’s sick, it develops a decent amount of rasp and if he is having a bad cold you can hear a deep congestion when he talks. splendors voice gets a lot more congested than raspy, but he’s also a very quiet sick guy when he’s like that. doesn’t like to talk as he’s afraid of hearing his voice, so really we wouldn’t know too much.

😔slenders a weird one. he can either sleep in an extra 5 hours, or he can’t sleep at all. both are concerning factors. he doesn’t become irritable or aggressive with anybody at all as he’s naturally a very patient guy, but he also is still a talkative guy. probably won’t talk first but he’ll talk if you have a question. splendor again doesn’t talk much and would also kinda withdrawal from people without even wanting to, but his brain just needs space and quiet alone to itself when he’s sick. he won’t be a super horrible crybaby but poor guy breaks into sobs when he has to throw up or if he sneezes a little too much and he can’t breathe or gets a migraine from the pressure on his sinuses. he’s a very emotional guy.

📝UHHH UHHH OK imagine like splendor gets super sneezy and he’s just firing rapid fits after another, so so exhausted and so congested but also confused because he’s not anywhere around an allergen, to his knowledge, til slender immediately puts away a cologne he was trying on and tries to get splendor to settle down, feeling super bad for forgetting to close the bathroom door before trying out the spray. takes splendor a good mother 5-6 minutes for the sneezes to stop, by now the hanky he was covering with is VERY much used up, but they just have this back and forth “i am SO sorry oh my god-“ “nonono i’m sorry i tried to just suck it up-“ “that’s not good i’m sorry i really should have waited til you left” “nooo now i fEEL BAD-“ “SERIOUSLY IT WAS MY FAULT-“

#snz #snzblr #sneeze #snz blog #sneezypasta

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marvelouspeterparker · 5 years ago

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webbed down [2]

pairing: dom!peter parker x reader

summary: the morning after webbed down

notes: the long awaited sequel (literally over a year) is finally here!!! i hope it doesn’t disappoint––

give me feedback! please :)

so peter was never one to back off on his word

and you knew that of course,

but today you would really know that

so you woke up in the morning to pee and somehow managed to wobble your way over to the bathroom while peter was still asleep

you had a feeling that it was going to be a long day since peter said he wasn’t going to go easy on you today so while you were in there you brushed your teeth and washed your face

then you slipped into the kitchen and drank some water and got a quick breakfast before making your way back into bed for a quick nap

(you were tired, what can you say)

as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were basically out

it wasn’t until around noon that you woke up again

you heard a slight buzzing noise that made you stir a little bit in your sleep

then you felt a buzzing make it’s way up your thighs slowly

you opened your eyes to find peter in between your thighs, his dark eyes gazing over your naked body with a smirk on his lips

“oh good, you’re awake.” he said nonchalantly

“i was starting to get impatient––”

he had one hand on your inner thigh, stroking it deceivingly soft as he moved your vibrator closer to between your thighs

you subconsciously tried to shut your legs closed and couldn’t

realizing that both your legs were webbed to either side of the bed

then, glancing up, you noticed your hands were webbed up as well

you looked back to peter and his smirk only deepened

“these are my new webs i just made, baby.”

you waited for him to tell you the catch

“let’s just say you’re gonna be tied down for a good while––longer than usual”

he finally pressed the vibe to your clit, but not enough for it to feel as good as it could

he ran it through your folds, up and down, only letting it lightly graze your clit until your hips began chasing his hand

and you could tell he was getting hard at the sight of you

(he was wearing the grey sweats that you loved on him and that alone was a tell that he felt like being a huge tease today)

he always loved seeing your body submit to him, so much that you could barely control your movements

peter told you his plans for the day and just the thought of them had you squirming already

well as much as you could in the restraints anyway

“i’m gonna leave you all tied up here today, pretty girl.”

“gonna go run some errands, stock up on some food since i know you’ll need lots of it when i’m done with you.”

“then ned’s gonna come over and we’re gonna hangout for a few hours while you’re in here,”

“quiet,” he looked at you sternly, pressing the vibe directly onto your clit, making you yelp before he resumed his original teasing pace

“cumming over and over, as much as you want.”

you gasped and he laughed, “oh did you think i was gonna edge you today, princess? no today we’re gonna overstimulate that little clit of yours until you’re crying, shaking and begging me to stop.”

he leaned over you, his breath hitting your lips as he looked into your eyes, his hand still moving the toy between your legs

“so you gonna be a good girl for me today?” he asked, his queens accent prominent as ever

you nodded, swallowing thickly as you looked into his piercing stare

“promise”

he locked your lips with his, intending for it to be a quick peck but once he got a taste of you, he could never get enough

plus, he would be leaving you here all day so he decided he had to make it count

he laughed when he saw you craning your neck for more and grinned, leaning down to bite your lip before pulling away completely

he moved so he was back between your legs and you jolted when you felt the vibrations directly on your clit again

he pulled a web cartridge out of nowhere and webbed the toy to you somehow so it managed to stay directly on your most sensitive part

with a kiss to your thigh, he got off of the bed

he made sure to ask your color to see if you were okay with all this

when you responded green through a small whimper, he grinned, winking as he walked out of the room

“i’d say see you soon,” he bit his lip looking at your pussy clenching under the vibe, “but that’s a lie.”

and with that he shut the door

you don’t know how long peter was gone but you were sure he was taking as much time as he possibly could

you honestly lost track of how many times you came

since you were alone you could have been as loud as you pleased, but you didn’t want the neighbors to complain, especially since you weren’t exactly able to get out of bed if they knocked on your door––

so you were biting your lip and trying your best to muffle your moans, knowing that when peter came back with ned, you’d have to be quiet anyway

and honestly that made you even hornier

by the time he came back, it was late in the afternoon and the sun was setting

and he didn’t come to you immediately

no, he made you wait even longer

he knew you were just aching for him to see you, to touch you and kiss you

which is why he took his time

well that and, he was also playing video games

ned was going off on one of his many tangents when you let out a particularly loud whine

luckily, ned didn’t notice

but peter did

he subtly turned up the volume on the tv before excusing himself

you faintly heard him say something about how you weren’t feeling well and how he had to check up on you real quick

he made his way into the room, shutting the door so ned couldn’t peak inside in case he got curious

as soon as he saw you, his gaze darkened

you could practically feel his eyes heating your skin as he scanned your body up and down

your lips were plump from all the bites you’d been giving them all day

your chest was shining in the light, a sheen layer of sweat coating your skin

your nipples pebbled, straining for attention

and you were dripping

he took his time admiring you as he slowly walked to the end of the bed

he took a seat between your legs and you couldn’t help but moan when you felt his hands rub up and down your thighs

he waited a moment before reaching over and turning off the vibrator

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or if you wanted more but you didn’t have much time to think about it before peter moved the toy out of the way, wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked hard

you jolted and couldn’t help but let a particularly loud moan of his name out

though he groaned at the sound of you and couldn’t help but grin into your heat, he scolded you teasingly, his voice like velvet

“bad girl“

he pulled away and smacked your pussy, making you whimper, your back arching

“don’t want ned to hear, do we?”

he raised a brow and you shook your head in agreement, letting out a quiet “no”

“had to turn up the volume since you were so loud,” he tutted, shaking his head in mock disapproval

he dissolved the webs holding the vibe and threw it aside before lying down and burying his face in you

you almost screamed but you bit your lip, not wanting to scar ned for life

and even though ned was right outside, peter was not holding back one bit

he put one hand on your stomach, holding you down as he licked up your wetness, spreading it all over your pussy

“so fucking wet, princess.”

“m’sure you don’t even know how many times you came––”

“i’d say at least 20 with how long i left you here.”

“you’re practically dripping onto the sheets, fuck––”

you were so sensitive and so so wet, you felt like you were going to burst out of your skin, you felt like you were on fire but you’d never felt better in your life

peter slid two fingers inside you and you mewled when he sucked on your clit while scissoring his digits inside of you

he quickly found that spot inside of you that made you melt and you let out a quiet but desperate string of curses

“shit pete, oh my god! fuck––”

you were so so close and you were about to tip over the edge when you heard ned speak up

“dude i finally beat the level!”

peter lifted his head and looked up at you, his mouth slick with your wetness, fingers still pressing against your spot

“dude no way! i’ll be right out, just helping my girl for a second.”

it was honestly impressive how peter could switch the tone of his voice so quickly

“no problem! also it sucks that you’re sick y/n. i hope you feel better!”

you cleared your throat and shut your eyes tightly, about to answer when you felt peter’s tongue back on your clit, his fingers going faster than ever as they repeatedly hit your spot over and over

your eyes shot open and you looked down, eyes wide, to see peter looking right at you, a smirk on his face

“well don’t be rude, princess. answer him.” he commanded before wrapping his lips around your clit again, coaxing you to the edge

“th––thanks ned!” there were tears in your eyes and your voice cracked as you replied to him but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed when you were so close to cumming

peter slid his hand up to your breasts and pinched your nipple hard just as he slipped a third finger inside of you and you came without warning, your eyes rolling back as your whole body tensed, your mouth dropping open to let out a silent moan

it felt like your soul was leaving your fucking body

“such a good girl for me” peter said, licking up your juices

the noises your pussy was making were borderline obscene but you couldn’t control it

you shut your eyes, taking deep breaths as you felt peter get off of the bed

it was a couple of minutes later when you heard him moving something

you open your eyes and he’s setting up a “fucking machine”

he placed it on the bed and turned it on,

setting it on the slowest setting so that he could make sure it’s positioned properly

and as soon as the dildo slid into you, you let out a broken moan

“oh my god––”

peter could feel himself swelling in his sweats and how he was going to hide that from ned, was beyond you

you and him both knew that this was going to be torture since you couldn’t cum from that alone

but peter was more than ready to have his fun with you

and just when you thought things couldn’t get any “worse”, he pulled out a remote

he was going to fuck you from the other room

he smirked as he watched the realization set in on your face

“i’ll be right outside, princess.”

he leaned down to kiss your clit and you couldn’t help the moan that you let out

his eyes turned a shade darker,

“i’d say scream if you need me...” he paused, glancing over your body, “but if i hear anything from you while i’m outside,” he turned up the speed on the machine and your eyes widened, your mouth dropping open only for you to quickly bite it closed, “this stops.”

with that he walked out of the room, slipping the remote into his pocket

you could already hear him joking around with ned, shouting excitedly and laughing but it soon drowned out as he the speed picked up on the machine

you were slipping further into your headspace––you’d been slipping all day, but now that peter was here when you really needed him and he wasn’t touching you, that’s what pushed you further

you were so fucking sensitive

peter kept alternating the speed and it felt so good,

but it wasn’t enough to make you cum

you felt the bubble in the pit of your stomach expanding wider and wider but it just wasn’t enough for it to burst

you felt so drained that you couldn’t even scream if you wanted to

the sun was completely gone by the time ned had left and it seemed that peter did every other possible thing he could have done before coming to you

you weren’t even sure when peter actually stepped into the room

you were so far gone that when you shut your eyes it felt like you slipped into another dimension

but as soon as you heard him speak up, your senses went into overdrive and you were completely aware of him and where he was

you just needed him to touch you

“look at you, princess...” he clicked on the highest speed, the remote still in his pocket and you let out a long whine. “all fucked out for me and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

he picked up the vibrator, set it on the highest vibration and pressed it directly to your clit

you let out a gasp and your legs weakly strained against the webs as you came

the sight of you struggling through your pleasure only made peter want you even more

without even letting you settle down from your high, peter put the vibe on the bed, dissolved the webs on your legs and hastily threw the fucking machine aside

(you were honestly surprised it didn’t break)

he practically ripped his sweats off and positioned himself between your legs

you were honestly out of breath but once peter slid into you all at once, his thumb immediately finding your clit with no warning, he managed to knock what little breath you had left out of you

he started deep and hard, letting you feel every inch of him as he slammed into you over and over

“had me. so. hard. all. day.” he said between thrusts.

“you know that?” he asked rhetorically, not even letting you think of a response

“unlike you, cumming in here as much as you pleased, i was out there leaking in my fucking boxers at the thought of you.”

you regained strength of your legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into you and he laughed breathlessly

“you got to cum all. damn. day.”

“what do we say, angel?”

when you struggled to respond, he stopped, his cock buried all the way inside of you, throbbing as your pussy clenched around him

“what do we say?” he repeated himself, moving so that he was leaning over you menacingly, his breath hitting your lips

you whined loudly before looking into his eyes that were the darkest you’d ever seen them,

“th––thank you, sir.”

he grinned, moving so his lips were by your ear, before whispering “good girl.”

with that he picked up his pace and began thrusting at a pace that was almost inhumane

your mouth dropped open, your body aching to scream, but all that came out was a weak gasp

peter slid a hand down and raised one of your legs, opening you wider and you groaned at how the change in position felt

he growled, leaning into you to kiss and suck at your neck

he felt himself getting close but he didn’t want to cum yet so he pulled out, ignoring your whines

the webs on your hands were loosened up by now so peter ripped them off of you and your eyes were quick to find his

you looked so innocent but the wet spot between your legs on the sheets and the smell of the room said otherwise

“can i please touch you?”

he smiled before flipping over so you were on your hands and knees and you pouted, your face hidden in the sheets

but it was soon replaced with a smile as peter grabbed your arms, twisting them behind your back so he could interlace his fingers with yours

you sighed contently and he laughed, leaning over to kiss your shoulder before asking

“you ready?”

you responded a quiet “always”

and he replied “so good for me” before sliding his cock into you and slapping your ass

he went fast and hard and with each thrust you let out a small moan

he felt himself getting closer and closer before he knew it

he was so overwhelmed by you he couldn’t even think straight anymore

deciding he wanted to see you while he made you both cum, he flipped you over again, his cock still snug inside of you

you gasped for what felt like the tenth time that day/night

peter kept thrusting into you, leaning forward so he could kiss you

you moaned and melted into the kiss, finally getting what you ached for all day

you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling just the way he liked, making him groan into your mouth as he brought a hand up to pull you closer to him

your smiled cheekily, your tongues still rolling together, barely noticing when his hand slipped away

but you soon dropped away from the kiss when you felt the vibrator back on your clit at the highest level

peter started thrusting faster you moaned breathlessly, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched

“want you to cum one more time on my cock so i can fill you up...can you do that for me, baby?”

you nodded, tears pooling and rolling down your cheeks “y––yes...”

peter held out as long as he could, still pounding into you and as soon as your legs tightened around him, he knew you were about to cum

he just didn’t know how hard

you finally let out that scream that had been inching it’s way out of your throat all day, seeing white as you came all over peter, your legs shaking

he groaned, releasing his load inside of you “holy shit baby, fuck that’s it––”

he turned off the vibe and threw it aside, thrusting inside of you a few times until your hands came down to push him weakly

“no please please––”

he grabbed your hands and kissed your palms, soothing you

“it’s okay baby, you’re okay. we’re done.”

he slowly pulled out of you and watched his cum slowly make it’s way out of your used hole

“god you’re perfect...”

normally he would bury his face between your thighs to clean you up but he didn’t want to hurt you so he let you be

he kissed your forehead before lying down next to you, pulling you over to him to rest your head on his chest

the both of you were panting hard as peter’s hands caressed your body, coaxing you back to him

“you did so so good for me, princess.”

you took some time to respond, still in shock from your orgasms

“yeah?”

“of course,” he kissed your cheek, “always so good for me. my best girl.”

it was a while before he spoke up again, wanting you to fully be able to process his words since you were a little out of it

“gonna clean you up soon, take a warm bath.”

you sighed, happy with those plans

“then i got you takeout from your favorite restaurant, which we’ll eat after you’re nice and clean.”

you leaned up to kiss him on the lips, “thank you baby.”

he smiled when you pulled away, looking at you fondly, wondering how he got so lucky. “anything for my best girl.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker hc #peter parker headcanon #dom!peter parker #dom!peter parker smut #dom!peter parker x reader headcanon #dom!peter parker headcanon

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theonemadwolf · 4 years ago

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My doctor warned me that it's harder to get as accurate of a dose on the T gel vs the injectable stuff, as the gel doesn't come in that wide of a range of concentrations. Also, I wanted to go for the packets instead of the pump, as it's cheaper and you can get a generic version that way. With the pump, the dosage is easier to alter as you can add or take away a pump from your total dose, ya? With the packets, you can't really do a half pack or something, so from my limited understanding, it's harder to manage. Once I talk to him, i'll probably ask to go up to the next highest concentration, but then I kind of wasted money on the weaker stuff :(

and honestly, while I was going to suggest I go on a lower dosage anyways, and wasn't too worried about the drop in T, I really didn't expect it to drop THIS fast. I booked an appointment with my doc where I can ask for a blood req form to check for sure, but I'm almost certain I'm right as I'm very sensitive to changes in my body.

Also, when I've withdrawm from T before, my stool starts smelling ridiculously like a kerosene lamp (i.e, burning gas) for no reason any medical professional has been able to explain to me. And it's been smelling like that again for about a week? As of today it's stopped, but it's still off. The only explanation medical people can offer me as to why it starts smelling like that is something along the lines of, "well, your GI system is weird as fuck in ways we haven't been able to understand yet, that's probably why?"

So, I immediately knew from my shit that I hit a pretty steep withdrawal, and I could also tell from my changes in mood and such. Not Bad per se, more it's stuff I've become unfamiliar with as I haven't felt like this in almost 3 years.

I've been more hyper, a bit more combative and less censored, more easily stressed... I feel like my family hasn't appreciated how much T has chilled me out. Like, do they even remember the last time I'd get so stressed I'd scream at them?

Sure, T has made me generally happier, but also? In the last 3 years I have never felt this calm or in my body in my whole life. I've been able to express emotion easier, cry easier, and my maternal instincts were off the charts. I was finally feeling like I could chill instead of feeling like I was always climbing up the walls from boerdom, or needing to pace constantly or walk super fast to calm myself down.

While I was always taught to seem, uh, not like that in front of non-family—unless it was a friend/friend group I felt I could let loose with, let all my hyper silliness out, or, alternatively, I was around someone that naturally calmed me down, so I was genuinely chiller with them—at home my family often saw me like this. Also, when I was a kid, my teacher's did too.

I feel like the person assessing me for ADHD said that if I had been assessed with ADHD as a kid, I might've been diagnosed with the hyperactive type, even though at that time girls were barely diagnosed as being any kind of neurodiverse. For an example: in the report cards I provided for the assessment, teachers often commented that I was unable to sit still. But, I was a quiet kid, so unless I was actively getting up from my seat to walk around (which, up until grade 6, I was constantly reminded to not do that; according to the psychologist, though, my grade 5 teacher had requested I be given special accommodation to be able to do that when I needed to, since she saw I was quite stressed when being made to sit still), I wasn't labelled as being "disruptive" enough to have ADHD. And then, with the calming effect of the T, inattentiveness started being the only thing I was presenting as. I started T in the middle of that assessment, I believe.

Not that it really matters? I spent most of my childhood/adolescents/early adulthood like this, I can adjust. I've missed this in a lot of ways?? And at least my stool smells normal again, which means my levels have at least plateaued.

But.... Uh... I feel like my period might start soon and I'm trying not to freak. I mean, not that I hated it before? It helped me keep track of time passing, lol. But if it's starting it means my T levels dropped WAY lower then they should've. Like, my period stopped almost the first week of starting the gel the first time. Is my body straight up rejecting the gel after all that time on the stronger injectable stuff?

Oh boy. at least I know i'm not manic? My base meds were just as effective pre-T as they were on T, and I have my case manager and therapist keeping track of that. But, now my dose of concerta doesn't seem half as effective (I'm on a rather low dose anyways), and weed has gone back to having minus an effect on me. As in, pre T, all weed really did was calm me down/make me feel a bit more physically aware, vs. making me feel "high." Like, it did happen, but only if I smoked a bit too much or I was smoking suuuper strong stuff. And, I never really liked doing either of those things (unless I was in a group and I didn't want to feel left out), which is why I barely smoke. But Just when I was feeling like I wanted the pick-me-up that I've now learnt to expect from weed while I've been Testosterone dominant, it's back to being a nil experience. Even smoking stuff that had the desired effect just last month. Like honestly it's v annoying. I even bought weed for the first time in like... 2 years, to finally replace the super dry stuff my brother gave me in March of 2020, eheheh. Things have been rough and I just wanted a bit more of a mental reprieve. I didn't want to feel MORE of everything, god damnit.

So, sure, I kind of missed parts of being estrogen dominant, because it's familiar and I feel some nostalgia for past me. And, like, my transition goal was never to stay on T my whole life. It was to get the effects I wanted from it, and either withdraw completely or go on a lower dose. But, honestly, I wasn't ready for the latter thing yet.

It's honestly ridiculous how much more masc I was in certain ways pre T. More energetic, more combative (but not really in an angry way? It was just my sense if humour), wanting to roughhouse constantly, and in certain senses—and this depended on context, like teachers in subjects I really loved saw me like this the most—more visibly autistic. If I had a nickle for every time a teacher in highschool or college, who was teaching a subject I was excited by, asked me to stay behind after class and then inquire if I'd ever been diagnosed with Autism, i'd have at least 4 nickles.

From a medical stance, it's really fascinating, and if I could get myself to sit still enough and focus i'd be taking notes. But actually experiencing this?? Like I literally just threw out all of my sister's period products, and I'm feeling a bit too self conscious to buy more because I'm immediately read as a man now. Like, I'm gonna have to, I know there's no shame in it. But I feel like there's some dysphoria holding me back as well.

And like, it may not be what I think it is, or it may just end up spotting, but yknow, preparedness was always something i prided myself on. I hate the cramps and the headache and feeling the water retention. I can't believe how uncomfortable it feels after not having to deal with this for all this time???

Ughhh and my dad is coming home tonight and i'm gonna have to deal with him while i'm feeling like shit. And then I can't even tell him Why i'm feeling like shit cus it'll create a huge awkward conversation.

#testosterone #long post #period mention #transmasculine #insert unique personal post tag here

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tangerinegod · 5 years ago

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Hello! I am sorry to bother you but I am a senior getting ready for college this year. I am in the US and I wanted to major in the same thing you did, do you have any possible tips for me? I still haven't even looked for colleges that would be best for animation majors so I figured if you were up to giving out any tips/saying any basic ideas if you wanted to/if you had the time to then maybe I'll have a better idea! I apologise for if I sound weird! I'm tried to word it correctly but I can't 😿

hi!! i’m totally down to share my experiences! someone else also had some questions so i’m going to put them all together in this post haha, hopefully this helps! it’ll get pretty long so apologies ahead of time but art school is a lot to think about so i wanna be as helpful as i can around it, its a lot of time and money. I’m gonna put it all under a read more cus it is really really long!

i wanna start off with the fact that I had the privilege of attending school in a financially stable environment, my parents were/are really supportive so w merit scholarship i only came out with around 20-30k in debt and i also had housing support my entire time in school. they were ok with me focusing on academics so i didn’t hold a retail job unless i was out of school like summer/winter break. Ofc though i regularly take commissions/do merch/cons to try and pay for all bills that arent rent cus i did want to be financially independent where it was possible. I also did try and work during the semester but everytime i did my body would deff start to breakdown from the fact that i didnt wanna compromise schoolwork with jobs.. so just read ahead know this experience is from a student who was able to attend focusing only on school work for most of the time!

the biggest thing is knowing art school is not required to become a professional in either freelancing or industry! there are a huuuge amount of online tools and classes these days that provide the exact same education and for cheaper too. i think it depends on what experience you prefer/can handle/want but it’s definitely possible to make art/animation art your living without higher education. the thing that college will for sure give you though is the ability to meet deadlines, work even when you dont want to, and connections with peers+teachers. i think the connections part is invaluable because you’re basically coming out with a network of people you already know and who know you!

also its good to know if you want to attend/can handle art school! it’s a lot of time and energy and students get burned out really fast. the best piece of advice i got before going was ‘if you draw every single day, even if its for only like 5-10 minutes or a doodle for a whole year you should be fine’ consistency is super key because you’re attending school to draw, and you’ll have to create work for stuff you aren’t excited for at some point or another. burnout is extremely real and the only reason i didn’t experience it was probably because i got super into drawing naruto fanart again inbetween sophomore and junior year! it helped give me something to draw seperated from school which is the only thing i was drawing for since i had entered rip. a heads up id also consider myself a workaholic so i fit in ok with the ‘art school’ environment but it is suuper unhealthy. if you are fantastic at managing your schedule then it’s definitely possible to take care of yourself! freshman year i got 8 hours a sleep a night and only pulled all nighters for some second semester finals at the end. sophomore year + up though i ended up prioritizing hw over sleep and like for sure, definitely shortened my life span. there’s another q down below where i’ll go more into detail but ya, be careful w ur work balance!

another tip especially for animation is knowing for a fact what type of animation you’re looking to go into, and what the school is offering. I didn’t think i’d get into art school at the time so i only applied to two places + decided if i didnt get into either id attend community to get credits out of the way while building portfolio. honestly? i did not do a lot of research LOL but like i did end up having the chance to tour and stuff! just know that each school will have a very different curriculum. The main differences are schools that prioritize 3D (cg animation, cg modeling, ect) and 2D/traditional (hand drawn, ‘oldschool’, digital or traditional based) this is a huge difference so make sure you do research for it! in most cases a 2D/traditional program will also offer 3D since it’s at the forefront of the industry animation wise rn. My school taught 2D but like hand drawn on physical paper 2D, frame by frame. while it was a good experience it’s super outdated because digital tools make it way faster + easier! i’d recommend looking for a program that is digital 2D over traditional 2D.

if after your senior year covid is still affecting campuses in the US to keep them shut down i’d recommend attending a community college to get credits and then transferring into school. one of the negatives is paying money for gened classes when ur not there for them; if you can get them out of the way sooner and cheaper there is absolutely no negative + you could graduate earlier or use the extra time for better work or to work a job!

these are all the general tips i think i’d give on like a broad basis of attending or not to think about? let me know if u have more q’s! someone asked q’s im answering below that go more into personal experiences + work culture so heres those:

- how many hours a week do u spend studying, in class, otherwise making art? like how much of ur life does it consume?

I was basically working on art.... 24/7! since i wasnt working a job at the same time i crammed as many credits as possible into my schedule so on avg i did 18 credit semesters (around 6 classes) art classes go for 6 hours and non art go for 3, so i’d spent around 30-35 hours in class a week! hw wise it varied on the class but combined it would be around 35-50 hours a week... im guessing? on average studio classes would have 8-10 hours of hw, maybe 5 for a light week, and gened classes 5 hours w them all combined. or this was probably how things were before junior year? junior+senior year i had thesis + everything else ontop.. i’d spend around 30-40 hours on thesis a week with other classes ontop of that bc my film was super long cus im a dummy!

- is it hard going to art school n realising that altho u were probably quite talented… so is everyone else? Like. all of a sudden. ur not special and everyone seems as good as u, you know? More generally, how do u deal with comparison?

kinda?? i think instead of the idea of like you vs others it feels more of like a competition at first to be the best. this varies hugely on school culture though; my animation year was really friendly with each other and get along extremely well, so my answer to this is v different than some others who attended different schools. i think that the idea of ‘comparison’ only lasts a portion of the first year because at some point you realize that it’s not a who’s better as much as its a ‘these are my coworkers’ type thing? like healthy competition 100% because we’re all working to improve but i think most of us learned pretty early on that viewing each other as peers going into the same workforce helped a lot. also at some point everyone develops their own style/starts to develop their artistic preferences so there isn’t a way to compare whos 'better’ anymore? i dont think there ever is tbh because style is appealing based off of an individuals preferences. If anything realizing everyone else is also amazing makes you wanna work harder ig? or thats how i felt! it’s inspiring to be surrounded by so many people who create such amazing work.

- is there a lot of workaholic culture? all nighter culture?

100000% there can be a workaholic and all nighter culture. i know people who avoided it and thats honestly fantastic because i fall super easily into that pit. sometimes i’ll pull all nighters on a personal project just because i really want to finish it... i am definitely considered a workaholic all the way through and its not healthy rip... i’d estimate at the worst i was pulling 2-3 all nighters a week and only 4-5 hours of sleep on the nights i didn’t? that was only for one year tho, after that i was like yeah ok this is really bad for my health in the long run LOL so i tried to cut it down to one all nighter a week and around 5-6 hours of sleep the rest of the week! by senior year my decision to cram in full semesters paid off and i was able to consistently get around 7 hours of sleep a night + no all nighters minus finals since my schedule was lighter despite thesis 😭 while there is that culture i don’t think people view it as like a badge of honor or something to be proud of anymore which is good, we mostly view it as a flaw of the art school system and something that needs to be fixed!!

- are you glad u did it? how did u know it was what u wanted?

i am glad i did it! i’m definitely in a limbo right now of if it was worth both my time, money, and my parents money rip but i think with what i got out of it i definitely wouldn’t be as far skill wise or knowledge wise when it comes to the art industry. i would say it was only worth it for be because i had so much support going in though so i was able to focus so much on improving. if i had only been able to put in part of the effort and not make full use of the resources provided i would honestly have a different answer..

i knew it was what i wanted when i realized i really couldn’t see myself pursuing a different profession happily! despite all the bumps and stuff im fully in love with drawing still and feel honored that it’s a field that can provide a living. my second profession choice was to go into culinary school? and third option i think going was into music cus i was also a band kid hehe.

- how do u cope with ur hobby becoming ur job? how do u deal with art going from something u do for fun to something u do on command constantly?

i think seperating work art from personal art is important! in my case im doubling naruto into being personal work so i have something to fall back onto that isn’t work related. its been a hyperfixation for 12+ years? so drawing it at this point is just like personal art imo. some people have hobbies outside of art and only draw for their job! i think after attending classes for so long the idea of hobby turning into job feels extremely natural? also i enjoy doing it so thats a huge plus!

sorry this is SO long but i hope i answered your guys’ questions! if you have more just lmk!

#anon #ask #long post #im so so sorry this is like long as shit #ill literally tell you guys everything though art school should not feel like a mystery esp if ur planning to go into it!#Anonymous

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ghost-in-the-hella · 5 years ago

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Could you please do 11. “You act tough but I know that it’s just a front. You’re a softie.” With Amberprice? I need some fluff with my favorite girls.

Sure thing! I love a soft character with a tough exterior. Unbeta’d with little to no revision, so take it with a grain of salt.

Content warnings for bullying and misogynistic language.

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Rachel Amber is a whore.

It doesn’t hurt. It barely even exists. Rachel finishes toweling off her hair and wipes the mirror to check her reflection.

Rachel Amber is stunning is what she is. Even without makeup; even with her hair a damp, uncombed tussle; even running on four hours of sleep and three energy drinks that have made her no less exhausted but a hell of a lot more jittery.

The words tug at the edges of her peripheral vision, thick black strokes of permanent marker on the tiles next to the mirror just inches from her reflection. They weren’t there when she came in to shower. She can still smell the fresh marker. She wonders if whoever did it (it doesn’t look like Victoria’s handwriting for a change, which is disconcerting) knew that Rachel was in the shower when they wrote it or if it was a coincidence.

It doesn’t matter. It never matters. It’s just petty teen girl drama, and Rachel is above it.

Rachel runs her fingers through her hair a few times - very deliberately not allowing her eyes to stray to the graffiti - then takes a deep, calming breath, flashes her reflection a winning smile, grabs her shower caddy, and turns to the door.

RA will give you VD.

Rachel’s smile falters. She straightens her shoulders and swallows down the bubble of hot anger that rises in her stomach. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t. She’s Rachel fucking Amber, and she is above this petty bullshit. She is untouchable.

She pushes through the door with its childish insults and walks out into the hallway with her head held high. She may only be wearing a towel and flip-flops, but she wears them like armor. It’ll take more than some unkind words to break Rachel Amber.

It is a lot of unkind words, though. Graffiti besmirching her name is nothing new, but it’s been worse lately. It feels like everywhere she looks these days there’s another insult: marker on walls, lipstick on mirrors, pen on crumpled notes that land at her feet when the teacher’s back is turned. She had to get a new whiteboard for her dorm room since someone used a permanent marker on it. She’s actually started to think about reporting the increasing incidents to campus security, but… Well. Given the way David Madsen scowls at her whenever she sleeps over at Chloe’s, she doubts reporting it to him would do much.

She turns the corner and heads for her room.

Rachel is a cu--

Rachel’s shower caddy falls from her numb fingers and hits the ground with a solid crack. The two girls standing just outside her dorm room startle at the sound.

One girl is someone Rachel only vaguely recognizes. A senior, Rachel’s pretty sure. They’ve got a couple of classes together and she’s seen her at a couple of parties maybe, but she’s pretty sure they’ve never had an actual conversation. She’s got an uncapped permanent marker in her hand and a distressed look on her face. The arm holding the marker is twisted behind her back at an angle that’s painful even to look at.

The other girl, the one pinning the tagger’s arm behind her back, is the one and only Chloe Price.

There’s a frozen silence for about half a minute where every point of this awkward triangle is too befuddled to move. The girl with the marker recovers first, beginning to struggle. Chloe tightens her grip and grins at Rachel. “Hey, Rach! Perfect timing. What d’you want me to do with her?”

There are dozens of ways that this could go. She could ask Chloe to break the girl’s arm, and she’d probably do it. She could have Chloe let her off with a warning, and she knows the girl would be looking over her shoulder for the next week at least. She could demand answers - why is she doing this? Why is she so mad at Rachel? What’s even her name?? But it’s late, and Rachel’s tired, and knowing the answers won’t change anything anyway.

“Let her go.”

The girl stops struggling. She and Chloe both give Rachel incredulous looks. “You sure?” Chloe asks.

“Yeah. You don’t need any more strikes on your record. It’s not worth it.”

Chloe shrugs and lets the girl go. She’s off like a bolt of lightning, her marker hitting the ground and rolling between Chloe’s feet as she tears off for the exit. Chloe bends to pick up the marker. She stares at the unfinished graffiti for a moment, then finishes it off with a flourish.

Rachel is a cuTIE.

Chloe caps the marker and turns to Rachel with a shrug. “I can only assume that’s what she was going to write.” Rachel laughs. Chloe walks up to her, bending to retrieve the shower caddy from the floor. Chloe waggles her eyebrows comically. “That’s a killer look for you, by the way.”

“Shush, you.” Rachel gives Chloe’s shoulder a playful shove. She fishes her room key out of the caddy and unlocks her door. Chloe follows her into the room, closing the door behind them and tossing Rachel’s shower caddy onto her desk.

“Why’d you let her go?” Chloe asks. “I could’ve gotten an apology out of her, at least.” She cracks her knuckles and puts a menacing expression on her face. “With my fists.”

Rachel can’t help but laugh. It’s not that Chloe can’t fight; she’s seen Chloe in action before, and even though she’s more gusto than muscle she can get some decent licks in. And certainly plenty of people find her hugely intimidating. It’s just that Chloe is, underneath the rough exterior she presents to the world, the biggest mush on the planet.

Chloe pouts at Rachel’s laughter and turns on the puppy dog eyes, which doesn’t really help her case. “What? She was already halfway to shitting herself.”

“I’m sure she was,” Rachel chuckles.

“You don’t seem very convinced,” Chloe sulks. “I’m hella badass, I’ll have you know. You think I won’t fuck a bitch up for you? I will fuck a bitch up for you.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Rachel pulls Chloe into a hug. She can feel Chloe’s lips pressed against her bare shoulder, still in an exaggerated pout.

“I’d do it, you know. Say the word, I’ll track her down and kick her ass. I’ll kick her ass into next week.”

Rachel shakes her head. “I’d rather you stay here.”

Chloe’s hands slide hesitantly to the small of Rachel’s back, pressed against the damp towel still clinging to Rachel’s skin. “...Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Rachel nuzzles her face against Chloe’s cheek, breathing in the calming scent of her. Maybe if Chloe stays the night she’ll actually get a decent night’s sleep. “You know what, Chlo?”

“What?” Chloe asks in a distracted sort of way that indicates she’s moved on from thinking about defending Rachel’s honor to thinking about desecrating it.

Rachel whispers into Chloe’s ear, making sure her lips brush against it with each word. “You act tough, but I know that it’s just a front. You’re a softie.”

She can feel Chloe’s blush rising from her skin. “‘M not,” she mumbles halfheartedly.

“It’s a good thing,” Rachel assures her, raising a hand to tease the hairs at the nape of Chloe’s neck. “Wearing armor all the time is heavy work.”

Chloe makes a sound that might be agreement.

“You can let your guard down around me. And… I can let mine down around you.” She presses a soft kiss to the side of Chloe’s neck and smiles at her shiver. “And you know I don’t let my guard down around just anyone.”

“That’s true…” Chloe’s fingers toy with the damp ends of Rachel’s hair as she works her mouth around a thought. “So… Does that mean you’re going to let this towel down? Because that would be awesome.”

Rachel bursts out laughing again.

“What?” Chloe teases. “I can be a softie and a perv.”

“You certainly can,” Rachel agrees. She places one hand on the back of Chloe’s head to help tilt her down for a kiss. With the other, she releases the knot of her towel.

#prompt fill #writing prompts #amberprice #fanfic

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nebulawritings · 5 years ago

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A Mistake and a Choice Part 2

So I wrote another one, and there’s probably two more coming. One of those scenarios that just writes itself. Kinda? Like that would be super easy if I didn’t have the put words on screen. Can you imagine? Anyway, thanks for the likes and comments so far. Enjoy.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Four (and a bit)

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 [Choices Stories You Play]

Pairing: M!DrValentinexEthan M!DrValentinexBryce

Reading Time: ~ 5 minutes

Warning: Just a bit of naughty. PG13. Swears. No under cut.

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Casey hadn’t been waiting long. Luckily, Bryce had made a last minute change to their dinner plans due to a surgery that overran, as the diagnostician himself had been caught with a patient. Still, that didn't stop the surgeon from apologising over and over again when he turned up, only ten or so minutes after Casey.

“Honestly, Bryce, it’s absolutely fine. Besides, you turn up looking that good and I'll wait for you any day". Casey wasn’t just being polite, Bryce looked drop dead gorgeous. He hadn’t thought a suit and tie instead of scrubs could make such a difference, but he had been proven wrong. Everything, from the tight fitting black and white number to his warm, welcoming smile. Anyone could see how attractive Bryce was, and Casey felt lucky to have him by his side. On this occasion, he didn't mind being proven wrong that yes, clothes make a huge difference.

"Hey, if I’d known I’d have you waiting for me, looking like that, I would’ve left the other guy open on the table. You look stunning, man. I mean, you look hot in your lab coat but this is on a whole other level”.

Casey blushed, and straightened out his maroon three piece, fresh from the hospitals dry cleaners. “What, you got a thing for a guy in uniform?".

Bryce smirked, and leaned down to Casey's ear, brushing it with his hot breath. "Only for you, sweetheart".

His face flushed, heavily, and Casey cleared his throat, feeling like he was on a first date again. "Yeah, well" he said, trying to keep his voice level, "you said we’re going somewhere up market, so I had to make an effort you know?”.

Bryce laughed then, and took Casey’s hand in his. "Listen, babe, you’d look smokin' in a bin bag".

Casey smiled, and allowed himself to lean against Bryce. Closeness...comfort...he'd missed it. He'd missed the glances from people on the street as they walked together, he could see the envy in their face. Heck, Casey knew he'd be envious if he saw Bryce with someone else. He'd missed feeling like he had a partner, not just a friend with benefits. Although he didn't feel like he did with a certain stubble haired, stubborn asshole. Casey shook his head, clearing the thoughts. “I got off with someone wearing a bin bag once actually" he grinned, as they walked down the street together. “Uni, freshers week, psychology frat. Oh man that was a good night...Call them uptight, but shrinks know how to throw a helluva party"

Bryce whistled, low and long. "Damn...Uni Casey. I’ll bet you were even hotter back then".

“Excuse you!” he shot back, hitting the surgeon lightly. “I’ll have you know that years of intense studying, crippling debt, sleepless nights and emotional stress has done wonders for my complexion. I am in the best shape of my life!".

The other man winked. "Hey, no complaints here".

"You're an incorrigible flirt, aren't you?" Casey laughed, leaning into Bryce again. "Now hurry up and take me to this place, I am mega starving".

Bryce grinned. “As mi'lord demands".

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“Oh God...I never want to see another steak in my life". Hours had ticked by before the couple stepped out from the upmarket restaurant into the right side of the city. “I have to say, though, for the last steak I'll ever eat it was so good. Like, the best steak of my life". Casey stretched, feeling wined, dined and spoilt rotten.

“I think the neighbourhood helps the taste". Bryce came up behind Casey, draped his jacket over his shoulders, still grinning like he had been all night. “How often do you think Doctors come here?”.

Casey laughed.”Hot shot Doctors? All the time. Broke ass residents with student debt until they die? Never. It was too much, Bryce. I don't know why you didn’t let me pay some”.

“Hey now, I invited you out, Casey. It’s enough for me that you came...I’ve been looking forwards to it. Like, a lot".

A silence settled between them, too long to be comfortable. Like each of them was waiting for the next step to round off a wonderful evening.

“Should we-"

“Do you-"

They both laughed, speaking at the same “You go" Casey offered.

“Well, uh...I sent my sister to the movies, and shes gunna be gone. A long time. Cus I threatened her not to come back". Bryce smiled, sheepish, which was unlike him. “I did it in the hope that you’d maybe wanna come back to mine for a nightcap? I’ve got some cheap beer to wash down the hundred dollar steak with your name on it".

Casey bit his lip. Despite everything that had happened, he was still hung up on Ethan. On that intense stare. The beard he’d kept since returning. His scent, a mixture of whisky and expensive cologne. Casey was in for Ethan. Hard. However much he wished he wasn't. “Listen, Bryce, it’s been a great night and-"

“Oh hey! Check it out!”.

Casey was surprised to be interrupted, but he followed the surgeons gaze and his heart leapt into his throat. “Ethan...?”.

Bryce looked confused for a moment. “Oh, right! I bet you guys on the diagnostics team all use first names for eachother, huh. But yeah, it's Dr Ramsey alright".

Casey felt sweat starting to bead on his neck. He looked handsome, even from across the street. Smart casual, jeans and a button down shirt. Effortless but timeless. He was standing alone, scanning the street. Had he followed them? Was he going to make a scene? Apologise again? No, that was impossible. Casey hadn't told anyone where he was going and it had been hours since their run in. But still, seeing him standing there made his stomach somersault.

“Its weird though” Bryce mused, “that he's on his own I mean".

Casey didn't have time to question what Bryce meant, because a moment later a car pulled up, and out stepped Harper Emery. She looked good...a plain black dress. But you could tell she’d made the effort. She looked elegant and beautiful. A good match for a prestigious Doctor. Casey felt sour at that thought.

“Oh my God, yes! Called it!”. Bryce took a sneaky photo of the couple.

Casey looked at him, confused. “Huh? Called what?”.

“Oh, sorry" he laughed. “The surgery that overran was Dr Emerys patient, but she declined to operate. Said she had a meeting to get to and left early, face already half done. The surgeons made a pool of whether she was going out with Dr Ramsey or not after the whole Donaghues thing and obviously I said she would be with him. Which means I'm in for a win! I’ll get a bit back towards dinner anyways. There you go, you don't have to feel as bad now, Case”.

"Yeah...I feel better already...". The Doctors heart couldn’t help but sink as he watched them embrace in the street, and then disappear into an upscale cocktail bar.

“Anyway, I’m sorry I interrupted you. Would you, um, like to come back to mine?”.

Casey tore his eyes away from the entrance to the bar, where Ethan and Harper had disappeared, distraught and lost, and found himself staring into Bryces eyes. “ Yes" he said simply, “I would". His heart was pounding and his head was spinning, and he needed something. Anything. He needed Bryce.

The surgeon raised his eyebrow. “Sure? Cus it kinda sounded like you were gunna blow me off, and not in the good way. I mean-".

Bryces words were cut off by Casey’s lips against his in a desperate kiss. Although shocked, he reacted instantly, and scooped his hand around the Doctors waist, returned the kiss with fervour and passion. Bryce had been holding out for Casey, waiting and waiting which he wasn't accustomed to doing. So in that moment he felt more excited, exhilarated and frustrated then he had in a long while.

“Sorry!” the diagnostician gasped, pulling away. “ I don't know what came over me I-".

It was Casey’s turn to be cut off then and they stumbled together, Casey ending up pressed against the brick wall of one of the nearby buildings. He tangled his fingers into Bryce's hair and tugged, making the surgeon groan with want. Casey himself gasped as strong hands wrapped around his thighs, and hoisted him up. Casey wrapped his legs tightly around Bryce's waist, as he wriggled as groaned, feeling the others hands slip beneath his shirt and run over his torso.

“Cab?” the doctor said breathlessly, flushed and breathing hard as Bryce’s lips travelled down his neck.

“Hell yes" came the reply with no hesitation.

A quick, fumbled call later and the two men disappeared into the back of a cab, still tangled in each other, heading out of the bright, flashy lights of the boulevard and back to Bryce's apartment.

@xxmultiangela

#choices #choices fanfiction #choices stories you play #ethan ramsey #casey valentine #mc x ethan #mc x bryce #bryce lahela #open heart #choices oph

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the-lupine-sojourner · 5 years ago

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Takara’s Hero Academia [S02 E07] [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

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I really have NO excuse for this and I’m really sorry! TT^TT I literally had this just SITTING on my laptop, all ready for proof-reading! Ugh!

Anyway, I got my lil bro and sis into MHA, and was like ‘gosh I need to start writing this story again’ and...here we are.

Hope you like like this and haven’t given up on this story! Sorry again it took so long!

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Here is the Masterlist for all the chapters (with a few bonus chapters as well) that I have written so far. I’ll keep adding to it as I write!

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God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(Quick recap in italics cus I know it’s been a HOT minute since I updated this...)

Shinso smirks as Izuku eyes gloss over.

“That’s it. I win.” I sigh. It was just like Shinso said; he’d get his opponents under his Quirk, and then it would be over. With no one close enough to jolt Izuku out of Shinso’s control, Shinso could secure victory fairly easily.

He might even be able to win the entire festival just using his Quirk. As long as he could get people to talk to him he’d win.

“Aaahhh! I warned him not to say anything!” Oijiro groans, hands on his head. He was hoping he’d helped Izuku win against Shinso.

To be honest, I’m not terribly surprised at this outcome. Shinso knows how to get people to talk, even if it is a bit harsh.

“Hey, what’s the dealyo?!” Dad cries, “This is the first match, and it’s started with a bang! The fight has just begun and Izuku Midoriya is completely frozen!”

I watch as Izuku remains still, awaiting Shinso’s order to walk out of bounds. If something doesn’t change, Izuku will lose this match and be out of the tournament!

The crowd is completely silent after witnessing Izuku suddenly stop short.

“He’s not moving a muscle!” Dad exclaims as Izuku continues to stand there, awaiting orders.

“Shit, Shinso…” I murmur, fingers gripping my PE outfit tightly as tense seconds go by. “I forget how intimidating you can be.” I’d never really seen him fight, now I think about it. Or even use his Quirk, really.

Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges sometimes, but he had never truly struck me as intimidating before this moment.

Now, I was seeing my friend through the eyes of an opponent. Izuku must be terrified if he’s even aware of what’s going on.

Hitoshi told me he was never sure if the people under his Quirk were simply watching helplessly as they obeyed his orders, or if they truly didn’t know they were brainwashed.

I can’t tell which would be worse, honestly.

I knew, either way, it wasn’t an entirely pleasant experience, which led to so many people pegging my friend as a villain.

“And what’s with that look on his face?” Dad continues, and I do notice Izuku’s lifeless expression. Poor guy… “Could this be a Quirk at work?” I knew Dad knew about Shinso’s Quirk, but the commentator in Dad couldn’t help being dramatic. “Hitoshi Shinso seems to have Izuku Midoriya completely stunned!” The crowd is beginning to react to the fight now, murmuring amongst themselves as Dad continues his commentary. “He didn’t stand out in the first round, but it’s possible Shinso’s crazy powerful!”

I laugh a little at Dad’s enthusiastic commentary style and watch on the large screen as he moves wildly about in his seat while he talks. “Who could have predicted this turn of events?!” He asks rhetorically. “That’s the Festival for yah!” He chirps and I laugh harder. My dad was crazy, but I loved him.

Then mom’s voice stalls Dad’s laughter. “This is a perfect example of why the entrance exam isn’t rational.” Mom points out and I get her meaning a few seconds later.

After all, robots couldn’t be brainwashed, or have their Quirks canceled out. So, Mom and Shinso are in the same boat. No wonder she hates the entrance exam so much! She probably started where Hitoshi is now, clawing her way into the Hero Course and becoming the amazing hero she is today.

“Huh?” Dad asks, slowly coming down off his commentating high and not quite processing what Mom had said just yet. “Why’s that, honey?”

“Since we’re on to the individual matches, I had some information compiled about our final competitors. Shinso failed the practical exam to get into the Hero Course. Since he also applied for the General Studies course, he probably figured that would happen. His Quirk is incredibly strong, but that entrance test consisted of fighting faux villains; robots. It gives a huge advantage to those with physical superpowers they could show off. Despite his abilities, Shinso never stood a chance of passing.”

Hitoshi and Izuku don’t react to my parents’ discussion.

Hitoshi seems to tense up. “So, here we are. You’re lucky to have been so blessed, Izuku Midoriya.” He notes, almost menacingly. He then tilts his head back a little and to one side almost casually. “Now turn around and walk out of bounds like a good little hero.” He instructs.

Izuku does, marching slowly toward the edge of the ring.

Dad gasps. “What?!” He cries. “Midoriya’s obeying him!”

“Not that Izuku has a choice.” I mumble to myself.

“Oh no, Deku!” Ochako exclaims worriedly. “What’re you doing?”

“Hang on, folks!” Dad calls as Izuku continues his shambling toward the edge. “Babe, hand me that file would yah?” On the screen, I see Mom handing Dad Hitoshi’s file and he reads the description of Hitoshi’s quirk aloud.

Ochako then turns to me. “Don’t you know this Shinso guy?” She asks.

I nod. “Yeah. We went to middle school together. He’s a good person, he’s just very driven and focused.” I explain. “Most people assume he’s gonna be a villain with his Quirk, but he wants to prove them wrong and become a great hero.”

“Whoa! I had no idea...that’s so cool!” Trust Ochako to be so open and trusting. Since I vouched for him she accepted my word and didn’t doubt my friend. “Still, though, you were right about him being focused. He’s so intense, too!”

I chuckle a little. “Yeah he is. You get used to it.”

“Either way, Modiriya will lose this match if he can’t stop himself from walking out of the ring!” Tenya reminds us and I bite my lip.

While I wanted Hitoshi to do really well in this festival and get into the Hero Course, I also didn’t want Izuku to lose.

I was so torn, I couldn’t pay attention as Dad continued to talk about Shinso’s quirk and how it wasn’t flashy and yet it was super powerful...or something.

“You okay?” Eijiro asks suddenly.

I shake myself. “Y-yeah. It’s just that I’m not sure who to root for here.” I try for a chuckle but it fades quickly.

“I can imagine.” Eijiro’s eyes watch Hitoshi and I swear there’s something like anger or maybe something else in his eyes for only a second, then he smiles a little. “After all, it’s two of your friends down there. I wouldn’t know who to root for either, Kara.”

Down below, I can see Hitoshi saying something, but I can’t quite make it out...then I notice the other person in the ring.

“Damn, look how close Izuku is to the edge!” I squeak, leaning forward. If something doesn’t change, Izuku will lose! “C’mon, c’mon! There’s gotta be something that’ll snap him- -”

Suddenly, there’s a loud noise and a huge gust of wind bursts from Izuku, sweeping up and over the crowd.

While it was kinda refreshing, I needed to know if Izuku had won or not. I lean back out a bit and look to see Izuku barely in the ring, panting heavily.

Had he been fighting the whole time, just able to wiggle his fingers at the last minute to discharge One for All and create the stimulation needed to break out of Hitoshi’s hold?

“What’s this?!” Dad exclaims in surprise. “Midoriya’s stopped just in time!”

“Yeah! Go, Izuku!” I cheer automatically.

“That’s the way to do it!” Tenya adds.

“Whoa! I was about to freak out!” Ochako sighs in relief, all but collapsing in her seat.

Ojiro sits down too. I wasn’t even aware he’d stood up til now. He breaths out in relief, hand over his heart. “That just about killed me.”

I don’t reply, watching Hitoshi clench his jaw angrily. “You’re not supposed to be able to fight back! What did you do?!” He yells, trying to get Izuku to talk again, likely forgetting that I had told Izuku what I knew of Hitoshi’s Quirk.

Izuku puts a hand over his mouth instinctively.

Getting angrier, Hitoshi takes a step forward. “How’d you do that?!” He presses, but still Izuku resists talking.

Izuku shakes his head as if to clear it (understandable; he probably had a lot going on in that brain of his right now) and faces Hitoshi, holding his injured hand now.

“C’mon! Say something!” Hitoshi taunts, then assumes a slightly more relaxed stance. “I didn’t know you had so much power in your fingers. I’m kinda jealous of you!”

Of course Hitoshi would be jealous.

He’d never said it to my face, but I could tell he wanted a flashy, physical Quirk like mine or anyone around him’s. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

Izuku starts running toward Hitoshi, and I can see the pain in his eyes from his broken fingers.

“Thanks to the way my Quirk works, I’ve always been at a huge disadvantage. But someone as blessed as you wouldn’t understand that!” Izuku grits his teeth to keep from talking and I can tell how much Hitoshi’s words were affecting him. Poor guy had been Quirkless growing up. “You’re lucky enough to have a heroic Quirk! It’ll be so easy for you to reach your goal!”

I bite my lip. No one around me was really reacting to what Hitoshi was saying, but I could feel a few eyes on me. As Hitoshi’s friend, they were gauging my reaction.

Hang in there, Hitoshi… I think, hands gripping my PE outfit again.

Izuku reaches Hitoshi and begins shoving him back toward the edge. “Say something, dammit!” Hitoshi growls, punching Izuku right in the face. I flinch. That had to hurt.

Izuku is still determined, though, continuing to push Hitoshi toward the edge. Hitoshi glances back worriedly at the narrowing space between him and the edge of the ring, now desperate, and slams his fist into Izuku’s injured fingers.

Izuku, predictably, reels back, grunting in pain.

“Did you have to go for the low blow?” I grumble to myself, but realize there’s a chance, if I were in Shinso’s position, I’d do the same thing, so I let it go.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Hitoshi roars as Izuku, attempting to resume pushing Hitoshi, stumbles when Hitoshi moves aside, bumbling to a halt, within the boundaries. It’s now Hitoshi’s turn to shove Izuku backwards. “Get out of the ring you lucky brat!” Shinso screams in frustration.

Unfortunately for Hitoshi, however, Izuku seemed prepared for that. He grabs the front of Hitoshi’s PE outfit, the other hand, the injured one, gripping Hitoshi’s arm. Izuku cries out in pain and heaves Hitoshi over his shoulder like he’d done with Katsuki during that combat training on the second day of hero training.

I wince as Hitoshi’s mouth opens in a silent cry of pain, his eyes closing as his body briefly passes out.

It had worked, however. Izuku won. Shinso’s feet were out of bounds.

I am off my chair almost before anyone could react, ignoring a few calls of my name as I race toward the arena, eager to get to Hitoshi, and...well, I’d figure that out based on his reaction when I get there.

“Shinso is out of bounds!” I hear Oba Nemuri call distantly and I pick up the pace a little. “Midoriya is the winner!”

Absently, I remember all the students in our middle school that, once they found out what Hitoshi’s Quirk was, eagerly talked about the nefarious possibilities as if that were what Hitoshi wanted.

I grit my teeth.

Those jerks probably didn’t mean to add to Hitoshi’s anger and frustration, but still. It made me mad that virtually no one aside from me, my parents, and his parents, could see past the brainwashing and actually get to know Hitoshi.

If they had, they’d have never suggested that he’d be a villain.

I get nearly to the edge of the hall leading into the arena when Dad’s voice comes over the PA system. “And with that expertly performed throw, we have our first victor of the finals; Class 1-A’s Izuku Midoriya!”

I finally see the light at the end of the hall and stop to walk the rest of the way and catch my breath.

Surprisingly (Or not, considering…) Toshin-Oji was there. He seems surprised to see me. “Hi.” I greet, trying to steady my breathing as Dad continues talking.

“That was actually kind of a boring first match, kids, but both of you fought bravely! Let’s show them some love everyone!” Dad cheers and the crowd obliges. I move to walk over to Shinso, but Toshin-Oji puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Wait just a minute.” He says a moment later, guessing easily why I was here.

Hitoshi gets up a moment later, saying nothing as he faces Izuku.

Izuku does an awkward half-bow (as usual after a sparring match) before giving up and standing there, holding his hand again.

“That was kind of a boring first match, kids,” Dad says and I roll my eyes. He was always wanting intense action in any fight he watched, be it in training or whatever he was watching. “but both of them fought bravely. Let’s show them some love, everyone!” The crowd obliges.

Now that I was closer, I couldn’t see Hitoshi’s face, but Izuku looked frankly kinda sad, like he regretted what he’d done. I see Izuku ask a question and Hitoshi almost flinchs in surprise. It seemed he wasn’t quite prepared for that question.

Then Hitoshi was walking toward me, after replying I assume, and I could see his face clouded with emotion.

I took that as my cue and started jogging toward him. “Hey~!” I cheer, hugging him eagerly. “You did so awesome out there!”

He peels me off. “I didn’t win.” He grumbles.

I catch up to his renewed walking easily. “So?” I reply, shrugging. “You still showed the world what you can do. Everyone’ll be buzzing about you now.”

“They aren’t saying anything good, I bet.”

Poor Shinso’s default was to assume everyone thinks poorly of him, and I felt absolutely terrible for him.

So I laugh. “Oh, don’t be cynical, Hitoshi.” I reply, patting him on the back for good measure. “You don’t know that.”

As if coordinated, we spot some students gathered on the bottom of the stands, leaning over and calling for Hitoshi, a few looking at me and smirking.

“You’re the star of our program!” among other encouraging things, were called out to Hitoshi and then one student tells us to listen to what the crowd was saying.

It was hard to make out, but it was mostly about how easy it’ll be for Hitoshi to subdue villains with his Quirk and how amazing it was. A few were even complaining at how Hitoshi was stuck in General Studies.

I grin. About time people realized how amazing a hero Hitoshi will be.

Hitoshi turns his head just enough that Izuku could tell Hitoshi was talking to him. “Depending on the results, they might transfer people into the Hero Course.” He says. “Remember that.” I grin and side-hug my friend.

“Yeah! I’ll put in a good word for yah and see if my parents can vouch for you, too! This isn’t over, Hitoshi! We’ll get you into the Hero Course.”

“Don’t worry, Takara.” Hitoshi replies, even as he smiles a little at me and removes my arm from his shoulders. “I’m not giving up. I’ll get onto the Hero track, get certified, and then…” he grits his teeth, “I’ll become a better hero than any of you!”

I’m so swept away in the emotions of the moment, I hug Hitoshi again.

“Hell yeah!” I cheer and Hitoshi peels me off again.

Then I notice Izuku’s lifeless expression and smack Hitoshi’s arm. “You know, people usually tense up when they talk to me.” Hitoshi notes, rubbing his arm. “Other than Takara and our families, that is. If you’re not on guard, someone’s going to defeat you. So be careful.”

“C’mon, let him go.” I chuckle, and Hitoshi does. “I’ll get you some water or something to pay you back for the gummies.”

I lead Hitoshi toward the hall when he stops for a second. “You better not lose and make me look bad.” Then Hitoshi continues walking away.

I chuckle. “You always were dramatic.” I muse wryly.

“Shut up.” He replies, but his smirk betrays him. Once we’re away from the eyes of the public, Hitoshi sags. “Thanks, Kara.”

“For what?” I ask.

“For always being there for me.”

I ruffle his hair. “Of course, knucklehead. We’re friends, aren’t we?” He smacks my hand away.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You owe me gummies.” He grumbles good-naturedly, leading the way toward the nearest vending machines.

I pull out my wallet (still in my pocket from lunch) and insert the change, retrieving the gummies and tossing them to Hitoshi as I turn to leave. “Well, I need to get back to my class now. They’re probably wondering why I left.”

Hitoshi shrugs. “They saw you down there with me. They’re not that dumb.”

I scoff. “None of them are stupid, Hitoshi. But anyway, see yah around!” I wave at him and he waves back as we part ways.

It doesn’t take as long as I thought it would to get back to my classmates and sit down. No one said anything for a long moment and I was beginning to feel hot and flustered (I’m not sure why, though) when Eijiro finally breaks the silence.

“So what was that all about?” He was testy again. I raise a brow.

“He’s my friend, Eijiro. I just wanted to congratulate him on his fight. He’s not great at fighting yet, but he’s trying. Plus, he needed a bit of encouragement after losing to Izuku.”

“Hmm...alright, that makes sense.” He says and it’s clear he’s still upset about something, but I can’t make out what he’s so mad about, so I just sit there awkwardly.

“Everyone's talking about Shinso.” Ochako muses, chuckling. “Must be a thrill for him.”

Mentally thanking her, I nod. “Yeah. He’s not used to positive feedback, but I think he likes the change.”

“He has a very unique Quirk, and I think he has potential as a hero, if nothing else.” It was obvious Tenya was just trying to compliment Hitoshi because I knew him, and I appreciated the gesture, so I nod.

“He really does.”

We sit waiting and soon enough Izuku walks up. Tenya waves to him and has Izuku sit next to him and Ochako.

“Thanks, guys!” Izuku replies happily, then notices Ojiro smiling at him. Izuku smiles back and sits down as the flames in the corners turn on again, and the opponents of the next match step into the ring.

“Enough standing around!” Dad cheers, “Now it’s on to the next players!” The screen displays the next matchup, and I see Hanta and Shoto. I figure it’s an easy win for Shoto (unless Hanta has a plan of some kind) and settle in to watch.

“He’s got some skills, but at the expense of some freaky looking elbows.” I laugh. Trust Dad to sort-of insult pretty much everyone in his commentary. “From the Hero Course, it’s Hanta Sero...versus an early frontrunner in the competition, who’s way too strong for his own good! Someone who got into the Hero Course due to recommendations. It’s Shoto Todoroki!”

Hanta looks like he’s stretching his arms, smiling cockily at Shoto, who stands there, waiting for the match to begin.

“And now for the second match of the first round!” Dad says, pausing just a second for effect, “Begin!”

I think Hanta says something, but I can’t tell what he said as he snaps tape toward Shoto almost before Dad had finished beginning the match, resulting in Shoto being tied up before he could move.

Hanta yanks Shoto toward the edge, letting out more tape to get Shoto closer to the edge faster.

“A plot to throw his opponent from the ring!” Dad cheers, “A brilliant strategy from the underdog! Way to start out strong, Sero!” He encourages.

But, unfortunately, Shoto’s ice powers then activate and freeze the tape, steadying Shoto, the ice hurdling toward Hanta before he could move, and soon enough- -

“Agh!” I scream in shock as a massive ice wall comes toward me. Eijiro’s hand on my chest pushes me back in my seat just in time. My nose was only a foot or two from the ice, seems like. The stadium was still vibrating from the sheer power of that much ice moving at once.

My breath condensates in the air as we all process what happened.

“This is insane…” I breath in shock.

“Y-yeah...geez...he didn’t hold back at all.” Eijiro mumbles absently beside me, his arm flopping to his side.

“He went way overboard! Someone could have been hurt!” Tenya protests.

“Tell the truth, Sero…” Oba Nemuri’s voice comes over the speakers. “Can you move at all?”

I think Sero replies cus Oba continues a moment later. “Sero had been immobilized! Todoroki advances to the second round!”

There’s silence, everyone still coming out of their shock at the sheer power Todoroki had displayed.

Then, I hear everyone start shouting ‘Nice try!’, presumably to Hanta, and I then decide to move to where I could see around the ice.

A few classmates went with me. All I could see was Shoto near Hanta, and there’s steam, so I can assume he was getting Hanta out of the ice.

There was something about Shoto’s posture and body language…

He seemed sad.

I resolve to talk to him more often. This was definitely intriguing.

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104 Words for 104 Days: Dynasty Part 2: Fortress

Dynasty Part 1: Princess here!

“My favorite jewel is jade, my dog’s name is Pinky, and my hobby is feeding ducks in the palace garden,” Isabella said.

Silence reigned while the girls struggled to figure out her lie.

“I think it’s the hobby. You seem like a calligraphy type to me,” Millie said.

Holly shook her head. “She can do both. I’d like to say the dog is the lie, but I didn’t notice any tells in her body language.”

Isabella smiled serenely as the girls debated among themselves. She kept her knees folded under her, humming cheerfully to herself. What kind of hereditary monarch would she be if she didn’t know to lie convincingly?

There was a metallic thump above them, and Master Perry gestured for silence. The girls assumed a defensive position with their sashes at the ready. Isabella quickly copied their stance, though they’d formed a defensive perimeter around her so she wasn’t in immediate danger just yet.

When the thump sounded again, Master Perry flicked an open fan into each palm and pointed them towards an open window. He held his stance as the sound of pattering feet overwhelmed the clack of the Dragon Train’s wheels.

Then there was silence, only broken by Adyson’s sneeze.

“SPIIIIIIIIICCCYYYY!”

Dozens of lumpy brown gremlins swarmed in through the windows, screaming in raspy tones about invaders and something called a ‘taco’. Master Perry lashed out with his fans and tail, knocking the nearest ones into their comrades, but they didn’t stay down for long.

“Hold your position, girls!” Gretchen shouted. Her sash wrapped around the nearest gremlins, who screeched as it was unceremoniously flung about like a makeshift mace.

Holly and Ginger pressed against Isabella, kicking away anyone who was foolhardy enough to attack a princess. Isabella slammed her sandal against a gremlin’s beady eyes, stunning it long enough for Holly to snatch it up and throw it into the horde.

Adyson climbed onto a seat cushion, leaping onto the back of an unusually large gremlin who was about to charge Katie. Katie shouted her thanks and rushed to help Millie fend off several bite-happy gremlins.

But for every gremlin they pushed back, three more took its place. There were too many to fight effectively.

Master Perry hurled a gremlin against the wall, nodding in grim satisfaction when it sat there and rubbed its head instead of coming back for more. His focus snapped to Gretchen, who was having trouble pulling her sash free from a gremlin’s claws.

Then Isabella noticed the gremlin look up, shriek, and edge away from the oil lamp hanging above its head. In fact, the gremlins all seemed to be avoiding the oil lamps as much as possible. Well, its head was also its entire body, but she didn’t have time to think about the weird proportions.

The oil lamp! They were scared of the oil lamp! But everyone was too preoccupied to notice, so Isabella knew she had to take matters into her own hands. They couldn’t tire themselves out before storming the fortress!

When Holly and Ginger shifted their positions, Isabella took her chance and darted between them, ignoring their protests as she vaulted onto the seat and unhooked the oil lamp from the wall. Several of the gremlins clambered onto the seat after her, but stopped short when she held the lamp in their direction. They backed away, hissing furiously.

“Everybody, stop!” Isabella yelled, holding up the lamp. She held onto the seat for balance as the Dragon Train hit a particularly large bump.

The gremlins ceased immediately. Gretchen’s sash was released and she tumbled back. Master Perry steadied her so she didn’t lose her balance completely.

“That’s better,” Isabella said, lowering the lamp but holding it near her hip in case the gremlins tried anything. “My name is Princess Isabella of the Tri-Province Area. I don’t want to harm any of you, but I’m also not afraid to use this lamp if necessary. Now, will you send your leader or a representative to come forward so we can talk things out like civilized beings?”

The gremlins pointed to the largest among their group, who was being held down by Katie and Adyson.

“Release him, girls,” Isabella ordered.

Reluctantly, the Firesong Girls let him go. Isabella sat down, patting the space next to her invitingly. The large gremlin sauntered up to the seat, barking at the closest minion to throw himself down so he could be used as a stepstool.

“Your name and status?” Isabella asked.

“Supreme Potato!” the gremlin rasped.

“And your reason for attacking us?” Isabella gestured for the Firesong Girls to stand down, especially Gretchen, who looked ready to throw the gremlins out the nearest window.

The Supreme Potato hissed. “Invaders!”

His accusation was chorused by the other gremlins, who shook their fists until Master Perry pointed to another oil lamp within his reach. They fell back with a whimper.

��We invaded your territory?”

“Spicy!” the Supreme Potato shrieked, which didn’t answer her question. But it appeared to be the resounding battle cry among the gremlins.

“On behalf of my group, I apologize for invading your territory, but I assure you that we wouldn’t do it without good reason, nor do we have any quarrel with you. You see, our friends were kidnapped by Doofus Khan and are being held at his supposedly inescapable fortress. I can only assume his Mongol army will be there too. We’re on a rescue mission and would like safe passage for this trip and the return journey.”

“Mongol smash! Mongol eat Tater Tot!” the Supreme Potato snarled.

“Tater Tot!” a gremlin wailed. Several others patted his back in sympathy.

The Supreme Potato pounded his fists together. “Potato help Cessa! Spicy!”

“SPICY!” the gremlins screamed, stomping their feet against the metallic floor.

“Everyone, we’re approaching the Inescapable Fortress of Inescapableness!” Millie yelled from a window on the far side of the compartment. “There’s no way we could possibly miss it! The place is huge!”

Gretchen tapped Isabella on the shoulder, leaning in with an unsure look on her face. “Does this mean we’re allies…with gremlins?”

Isabella nodded firmly. “There’s bound to be lots of soldiers. The gremlins can keep them all occupied.” She turned to the Supreme Potato. “We’ll ally with you for today. Would you guys mind keeping the army busy?”

The Supreme Potato spat into his hand, coating it with saliva and white mush. Then he held it out to her with a wide grin.

“Shake!” he yelled.

Isabella wrinkled her nose, gripping the Supreme Potato’s wrist and shaking firmly. The gremlins cheered, but the Firesong Girls and Master Perry looked rather nauseous.

“First order of business,” Isabella declared, holding her hand away from her body. It smelled even worse than it looked. “A canteen of water to wash…whatever this stuff is.”

o-o-o-o-o

The Dragon Train stopped just short of the giant drawbridge and moat, ruining Isabella’s first idea of waiting until dark and attacking while everyone was asleep.

The Inescapable Fortress of Inescapableness was enormous and sprawled out as far as the eye could see, though Isabella lived in a palace, so she was used to everything being enormous. The Firesong Girls oohed and ahhed at the many watchtowers that lined the outer walls. Guards traded grunts as they exchanged shifts, the gremlins growling and punching the air in anticipation.

“Hey, guys!” Glenda poked her head in, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. “This is the farthest the Dragon Train can go. I’ll be busy unloading supplies and taking inventory, so y’all have fun storming the fortress, okay? Just come back when you’re through and I’ll take ya home!”

“Thanks, Glenda!” Isabella exclaimed.

“Anything for you, girlie,” Glenda called over her shoulder. She shut and locked the door behind her.

Master Perry kept everyone from rushing out the doors of the Dragon Train, positioning himself at the front to make sure no guard entered their compartment.

“First, we need to get in. Then figure out where the boys are imprisoned,” Gretchen said, tracing a pattern on the floor.

“I want to go after Doofus Khan directly. When he kidnapped me, he laid a lot of traps. I expect he’ll do the same thing here,” Isabella said.

Every Firesong Girl except Adyson nodded their agreement. “But you’re the princess! What if something happened to you?” Adyson protested.

Master Perry chattered and laid on his hand on Isabella’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, Adyson. Master Perry will ensure my safety,” Isabella assured her. “And besides, what do you think Doofus Khan is for when I encounter his traps?”

The Firesong Girls burst into laughter, even Adyson, who still seemed worried but decided to trust Isabella’s word.

“And the gremlins can do…whatever gremlins do when they raid fortresses,” Gretchen said. “I don’t think they’ll be following orders any time soon.”

“Never!” the Supreme Potato screamed.

Isabella suspected the only reason the gremlins hadn’t charged off immediately was due to the raised drawbridge. If they wanted access to the fortress, then tricking the Mongol army into lowering their guard would be their first step.

Ginger raised her hand, drawing all attention to her. “Nobody can resist a Firesong Girl cupcake! We’ll just employ persuasive techniques!”

Fortunately, the Supreme Potato agreed to hold his forces back until the Firesong Girls knocked out the guards and seized control of the drawbridge. But after that, all bets were off.

“Isabella and Master Perry, you’ll slip in behind the gremlins, find Doofus Khan, and free the boys,” Gretchen said. “The rest of us will keep your path clear.”

Isabella nodded, and Master Perry gave a thumbs up.

Millie found several empty boxes under a seat and convinced some of the more patient but no less battle-hungry gremlins to hide in them so the Mongol army would really just believe they were a group of dedicated and innocent Firesong Girls. Except for Isabella, each girl stepped off the train with a boxful of gremlins.

Plastering on their best cute faces, the Firesong Girls marched up to the moat.

“Hello, would you like to buy some Firesong Girl cupcakes?” Gretchen shouted at the nearest guard, who peered down curiously.

“Freshly baked!” Millie exclaimed.

“Comes in several flavors! Your choice of low calorie!” Holly added.

Katie smiled as the guard stroked his beard in thought. “No artificial flavors or preservatives!”

That seemed to do the trick. The guard’s eyes lit up and he excitedly pointed out the Firesong Girls to his friend, who started shouting for the drawbridge to be lowered.

“CUPCAKES!” he roared, the call being taken up by every guard in the vicinity, even the ones who were probably meant to be supervisors.

The drawbridge lowered with a heavy thud, several men panting from turning the heavy crank, though they cheered up at the sight of the boxes. Several guards rushed across the drawbridge, and Gretchen negotiated a slightly high but reasonable price with their leader.

Isabella made a mental note to commend Gretchen’s charisma to Lady Firesong. Really, the girl had been working towards that patch for years. She’d learned a lot from experience and Isabella’s quick suggestions on perfecting her techniques.

The Firesong Girls waved their new silver pieces in the air triumphantly as the guards hurried back to the fortress with the boxes in hand.

They didn’t have the chance to raise the drawbridge.

One guard eagerly opened a box, only for his face to be mauled by an irate potato gremlin. The rest of the gremlins tore the boxes apart, rushing at the surprised guards, who didn’t even have their weapons on them. The first batch of Mongols were going down quickly, and the Firesong Girls seized control of the drawbridge crank to make sure nobody could raise it before their timely escape.

“FOR TATER TOT AND SPICY TACOS!” the Supreme Potato screamed, leading the rest of the gremlins into the fortress and chomping on some poor guy’s mustache.

“SPICY! SPICY! SPICY!” the gremlins chanted.

“FRENCH FRY!” the Mongols shouted back.

“FRENCH FRY NO SPICY!”

Seizing their chance, Isabella and Master Perry crossed the drawbridge and hid behind a stack of crates. Their presence was unnoticed through all the chaos.

“So much for a formidable army,” Isabella whispered as Adyson and Holly wrapped their sashes around the legs of a guard and toppled him. The Firesong Girls and gremlins had the situation well in hand, as Isabella expected.

“Seriously, guys?” a high-pitched voice protested above the fray. “As your leader, I get first pick of any Firesong cupcakes that come to the drawbridge. It’s literally written in your contracts!”

Isabella and Master Perry exchanged a glance, poking their heads around the crates.

“Doofus Khan!” Isabella exclaimed quietly, eyes narrowing at the sight of the Mongol leader. He had a new fur cape, and his beard was much scruffier than last time, but she would recognize him anywhere. Master Perry placed his hand on her arm, a silent warning against acting too soon.

“Sir, we’re under attack!” a guard cried, swatting a gremlin aside.

But Doofus Khan didn’t notice, too busy lamenting the lack of Firesong cupcakes and what they did to his waistline as he passed by several Mongol soldiers being dogpiled by Gretchen, Millie, and gremlins of varying sizes. He disappeared into the open doorway of a nearby tower.

When the path was clear, Isabella and Master Perry rushed after him.

“-so hard to find good help these days. But does Roger Khan have these problems? Of course not. I bet his army would let him have first pick of Firesong cupcakes. Guess this is why I got command of the outpost nobody wanted.”

Isabella and Master Perry followed him through the stone hallway, close enough to hear him but keeping their distance so he wasn’t alerted to their presence just yet. Their footsteps echoed along the floors, but Doofus Khan wasn’t known for his alertness, so it didn’t concern them.

The hallway opened into a large chamber filled with animal hides, a few banners, and not much else except dampness and dull gray. It was pretty drab. Doofus Khan really needed to hire a better interior designer.

Doofus Khan sighed, taking his helmet off and running a hand through his messy hair. “Maybe gloating to my prisoners will cheer me up.” He sniffed the air, his nose poking into his fur cape for a brief moment. Then he coughed and wafted the air in front of his face. “And do some laundry later. Animal fur is way too stinky sometimes, but I gotta make sacrifices for the evil aesthetic.”

He took one step, paling when the stone sank underneath his boot. A giant fist instantly slammed him against the wall, a cloud of dust billowing from the Doofus Khan-shaped hole in the stone.

“I always…forget that’s…” Doofus Khan stumbled out of the hole, swaying into the path of a red laser beam.

Isabella and Master Perry ducked behind a corner while the animal heads fired laser beams at Doofus Khan.

“Yes, I think I’ll have the double mocha with a side of dumplings, Lisa,” Doofus Khan muttered, his clothing heavily charred. He collapsed, something small and golden glistening around his neck.

“The key!” Isabella gasped. Before Master Perry could stop her, she rushed over to Doofus Khan, weaving around a rain of arrows and barely avoiding the bite of an angry camel. “Come on, Master Perry! We’re saving the Tri-Province Area!”

She ripped the key from its string just as Master Perry chattered a warning. Isabella jumped back, her eyes widening when Doofus Khan regained consciousness much sooner than she expected. She quickly stored the key in her sleeve. If Doofus Khan couldn’t notice his own traps, she would just have to hope he didn’t notice the missing key.

The would-be conqueror rubbed his head. “Ow, what’s a Firesong Girl doing in here? Don’t they have a rule against trespassing in your organization?”

Isabella glared at him. All this effort, and he didn’t have the gall to recognize her? And don’t even get her started on the whole trespassing thing. For crying out loud, he was the one trespassing on her rightful inheritance!

“It’s Isabella,” she said, placing a hand behind her back to stop Master Perry from jumping in. Neither of them knew where the boys were kept. If anything, this would work in their favor.

Doofus Khan stood up, dusting off his clothes. “Look Isabella the Firesong Girl, if you don’t have any cupcakes to sell, do you mind leaving? I have some very important evil gloating I’d like to get to.”

“Will this help?” Isabella asked. She quickly replaced her orange hairbow with a purple one.

“Princess Isabella!” Doofus Khan shrieked. Then he tried to compose himself, trying to appear like a dignified Mongol leader. Of course, it was a little difficult when he was still smoking from his own laser beams. “I mean, of course I knew it was you all along! Thanks for falling into my trap, Princess!”

The floor opened behind Doofus Khan.

“Actually, it looks like you’re gonna fall into your own,” Isabella said.

Doofus Khan scrabbled at the edge of the gaping pitfall before managing to haul himself up.

“Man, I really should label these traps. Or invest in some crash test dummies. But then I’d have to buy those little stickers and I just don’t feel like going to the market most of the time cause it stinks of camel and weird perfume…” Doofus Khan grumbled. “Anyway, there’s a dungeon cell with your name on it, Princess. Not literally, cause I don’t have those labeled, but metaphorically speaking. And with you imprisoned and the Great Wall unfinished, Regent Monogram and the Tri-Province Area will be completely helpless! I’ll install my own Doof Dynasty! Have my own pottery line! Take that, Roger Khan! Who’s the loser who gets picked last in every equine kickball game now?”

Isabella rolled her eyes. Clearly, he had some issues.

o-o-o-o-o

Three giant hammers, one hungry tiger, and too many flaming kickballs later, Isabella and Doofus Khan finally made it to the dungeon. Part of his fur cape was still on fire, and Isabella actually felt grateful for the dungeon cell because it meant getting away from that awful animal stench.

“Alright, in you go. Enjoy imprisonment with your new skeleton buddy,” Doofus Khan said, shoving her into a cell across the room from the boys she was trying to rescue. The triangle headed one seemed especially worried, narrowing his eyes at Doofus Khan. “You like him? I got dozens.”

Doofus Khan swept his arm across the room, indicating the broken skeletal pieces scattered across the dungeon. “Yeah, they’re leftovers from my bachelor party. The merchant wouldn’t take them back,” he sighed, but cheered up quickly upon seeing the state of the boys. “And just how are my other prisoners?”

“You won’t get away this, Doofus Khan!” Phineas shouted. “Princess, are you hurt? What’s your pain level on a scale of one to ten?”

Doofus Khan rolled his eyes. “Sheesh, I didn’t go through the trouble of kidnapping you just to hear all these cliché lines, kid.”

“Don’t worry!” Isabella called. “I’m alright!”

She gingerly pushed the skeleton away from her cot.

“One thousand five hundred twenty-six, one thousand five hundred twenty-seven,” Baljeet grunted, shoving a tiny spoon into the floor and tossing a meager amount of soil over his shoulder. “Buford, you’re supposed to be helping!”

Buford shrugged. “I’m supervising!”

“Hey, more despair and less escaping back there!” Doofus Khan yelled. Then he glanced at Ferb, whose face betrayed no emotion as he supported his brother. “How are you holding up?”

Ferb blinked.

“He won’t use his speaking line quota for a power-hungry dictator,” Phineas retorted.

“Suit yourself,” Doofus Khan said, turning to the only other guy in the dungeon. “What about you, scribe? If you need anything, I’m not getting it.”

“I’m hungry. I could use something to eat. Need food. Starving,” the scribe rasped from his place on the floor, a hand reaching up weakly.

“Eh, you can hold on until dinner. There’s still two hours before you’re due for stale rice.”

“Feed me…” the scribe moaned, but his cries were ignored,

“Without the precious princess and saviors of the Tri-Province Area, Regent Monogram will have no choice but to surrender. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Doofus Khan cackled.

There was a flash of movement by the staircase, and the next moment Doofus Khan was extracting himself from a skeleton’s ribcage. “What the?” he gasped, almost poking out his eye as he clumsily got to his feet.

Master Perry chattered, beckoning Doofus Khan closer with a deliberate wave of his finger.

“Ancient warrior Perry the Platypus!” Doofus Khan’s eyes narrowed. “You look like you could use a little humerus in your life!” He ripped an arm bone from the skeleton, launching himself at Master Perry.

“That is an ulna!” Baljeet shouted.

“Don’t ruin my battle puns!” Doofus Khan retorted, the distraction allowing Master Perry to slap him in the face multiple times.

While Master Perry engaged Doofus Khan in battle, Isabella used the opportunity to slip through a large space between the bars of her cell. Good thing conquerors weren’t known for their superior planning skills.

Isabella flicked her arm, the key tumbling out of her sleeve and into her hand. For some reason, Phineas’ face was the same shade of red as his hair. She decided not to question it though.

Phineas, Ferb, Baljeet, and Buford burst out of the cell the moment the door unlocked. Even the scribe was behind them, though it didn’t look like it would take much to knock him off his feet.

“No! They’re escaping!” Doofus Khan screamed, swiping at the air ineffectually with one arm while Master Perry held the other firmly behind his back. “Oh man, even the scribe! Now how am I supposed to lie about my taxes? It’ll take forever just to find a new guy!”

“You’ll never get my kingdom, Doofus Khan!” Isabella said. “Not as long as we have anything to say about it! Oh, I almost forgot. Regent Monogram wanted me to deliver this.”

She pressed the scroll into his hand and joined the boys at the staircase, who high-fived her for a rescue job well done.

Master Perry released Doofus Khan, allowing him to sit up. Doofus Khan unfurled the scroll halfway before knitting his eyebrows in disgust.

“This picture looks nothing like me! Nobody’s worn that mustache and beard combo since the Han Dynasty! At least mine is modern! Well, modern for 1542. Depends on where you are in space-time I guess,” Doofus Khan complained, then looked at Master Perry, who was standing next to a rock labeled ‘load-bearing stone’.

Master Perry removed the rock, and the entire dungeon trembled.

“No! Don’t remove the conveniently labeled load-bearing stone!” Doofus Khan screamed. “Oh sure, of all the things I could’ve labeled, it had to be that one!”

“Let’s get out of here!” Isabella shouted. She tugged Phineas along, who didn’t even protest when she sharply yanked him out of the way of a falling boulder.

“Curse you, ancient warrior Perry the Platypus! Curse you, Princess Isabella and the Firesong Girls! Curse you, inaccurate representation of 1542 Mongolia! You know, I have a lot of things to curse so I’m definitely gonna be here a while!”

o-o-o-o-o

Modern Day: An archaeological presentation on Ming Dynasty pottery in an unspecified building.

“And so, the Inescapable Fortress of Inescapableness collapsed, signaling the defeat of Doofus Khan’s army. Our brave princess, the Ming equivalent to our Fireside Girls, the saviors of the Tri-Province Area, the wise platypus warrior, and the Redundant Scribe of Redundantness, were welcomed home to an enormous parade. Gretchen received her Charisma Patch and a bonus Persistence Patch, because unlike today, the Firesong Girls were not barbarians. Isabella became leader of the Firesong Girls, the boys spent the rest of their days building the Great Wall, Doofus Khan kept cursing people in the ruins of his fortress, Master Perry taught an entirely new generation of warriors, and the potato gremlins waged war against the Mongol army until a magical three-humped camel descended from the heavens and taught them the value of peace, love, and fortune cookies. Which lasted until the Mongol army discovered chili cheese french fries. And that concludes my presentation on these historical Ming vases.”

“Really, Dave? Potato gremlins?” one of the judges sighed, lowering her shades and shaking her head. “I’m afraid we can’t let you into the Archaeological Society of Archaeology with something so ludicrous.”

“Nobody ever believes me about the potato gremlins…”

#104 words for 104 days #phineas and ferb #isabella garcia shapiro #perry the platypus #fireside girls #heinz doofenshmirtz #fanfiction

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szivtalan · 5 years ago

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8, 9, 16, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 25, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 34, 35, 36, 40, 41, 42, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 50, 53, 55, 57, 58, 59, 62, 64, 65, 70 (aside from Kagami 😂), 71, 72, 79, 82, 86, 87, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99 for the "Asks, why not" thing please? (Omg that's soo much, I'm sorry I got carried away ^^')

8) Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself)

Average height, bordering on short. Broad shoulders, thick arms and thighs, square face, slightly projecting ears (one pierced, one with a stretched lobe), bushy arched brows, thick square glasses, faded dark red hair, dark brown eyes, butt chin. I look pale and perpetually sleep deprived.

9) What do you/did you study?

I was in a teacher’s training program for English and Hungarian language and literature, and I’m planning to go back to school to study sociology!

16) What do you look for in a SO?

Consciously: understanding, fun, sweet, kind and accepting. Unconsciously: somewhat broken and in dire need of emotional help which I’m desperate to provide lmao.

19) Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands?

Eh, u know, it depends? I don’t think I’m fit for a serious relationship right now, so I’d prefer casual stuff atm, but on the long run I do want a partner to share my life with.

20) What are your deal breakers?

Really obnoxious people, ignorance and bigotry I guess. And I’m not keen on someone pushing or disrespecting my boundaries, either.

21) How was your day?

It was good!! My bro, his girlfriend and my friend tagged along to get our (me and my soon-to-be sis-in-law’s) ears pierced, and then my friend and I got a loot of food. I didn’t exactly feel good enough abt myself to be comfortable outside, but I got a lot of random kindness and that was Nice.

22) Favourite food & drink

Food: teriyaki chicken and seafood pasta, drink: ginger ale and iced coffee

23) What position do you sleep in?

I sleep half-curled up on my side, but I need to toss and turn a little until I find The Best Position.

25) Your fears

The dark, needles, rabbits (I don’t even know, dude), the fact that I’ll die without having made an impact on the world, being spoken about behind my back, being a bad influence on my friends.

28) Any pets?

Not right now! I used to have two rottweilers around the house growing up, but they both passed away sadly.

29) What are your hobbies?

Writing, sketching, basketball, getting on people’s nerves, researching typology, watchin movies idk?

31) What was your last awkward situation?

Asjhdh the ticket control guy told me to “Have a safe trip” and I said “You too!”. This rarely happens to me tho

32) What is your last regret?

Not holding my friend’s hand on public transport. It was…right…there….and she already told me she’s more than comfortable with physical touch! I’m a fool! Everyone thinks I hate touching but I don’t! I’m just shy!

34) Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.)

Ehh. Kind of? As for believing, I believe more in ghosts, but I do see some patterns in different signs. I just try not to let it affect the way I see/interact with a person, because no one deserves to be prejudiced for whatever reason, especially not their date of birth. Tarot is just fun, and the cards r cool

35) Have any quirks?

I bite the skin on my fingers, scratch my acne, make my knees jump… most of it is just regular anxiety stuff tho so idk?? I do think I’m quirky, but there’s just too much weird stuff to list ‘em.

36) Your pet peeves

Cig/booze stink on a person, customers being rude, bigotry, interrupting other people… There’s quite some things that annoy me asjdgd

40) Last 5 things from your search history

Boku No Hero Academia, Hawks, duck emoji, Grumman fma, How To Train Your Dragon

41) What’s your device backgrounds?

My phone lockscreen rn is a beautiful KagaKuro fanart of them standing in the rain in yukatas, Kagami looming over Kuroko and shielding him from the rain and Kuroko reaching up to stroke his face; my phone background is an art of they/them pronouns tattooed on someone’s knuckles, their posture unsure; my laptop background is a screenshot from the movie Déva, of blue skies and a street lamp.

42) What do you daydream about?

…cu..cuddling,,my…crush……..

44) What's your religion/Your thought about religion

Short version: barf

Long version: I was raised catholic (even tho I was never baptized), and attended catholic school for 8 years which gave me a really warped idea of Christianity, Which made me a cynic & an agnostic or atheist by proxy. I harshly criticize the catholic church and faith but sometimes… when I do feel hopeless I get down on my knees and pray, so I guess if I let myself find my own faith I’d be a believer. But right now, I’m good just existing in my nihilistic bubble

45) Your personality type

Needy imeanwhat. In a typological sense, I’m an INFP in Myers-Briggs, 4 core 5 wing in Enneagram, melancholic or sanguine in the temperaments, et cetera. Basically I’m a sad daydreamer with unresolved issues and a need to do Art

47) Are you happy with your current life?

Nah bro. I like my friends and my workplace but I’d like to move out of home ASAP. I’d also… like to get therapy before I go and put myself out there.

48) Some things you've tried in your life

Playing the guitar, hostess work, weed, cigarettes, being blackout drunk, smoking from a hookah, cooking, football, handball, basketball, volleyball, cycling, sailing, driving, hitchhiking long distances, folk dancing, one-night stands, long-distance relationships, helping people in need…

50) Favourite colour to wear?

Olive green, midnight/navy blue, white, grey and black.

53) If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be?

I’d… like to know how it would feel if I had a flat chest and a penis? I also want bigger Guns, and Abs, some more tattoos and maybe an eyebrow piercing.

55) Do you get complimented often?

I think so? I usually brush off compliments uhhh but yeah maybe! Maybe idk

58) Songs you're currently obsessed with?

My friend’s playlist reminded me that ‘Phenomenon’ by Thousand Foot Krutch exists. I’m also really into ‘San Francisco’ by The Mowgli’s atm and ‘Golden Time Lover’ by Sukima Switch!

59) Song you normally wouldn't admit you like.

I mean, it’s not like it’s cringe or anything, I hate cringe culture BUT. I do have Ariana Grande’s ‘Side to Side’ stuck in my head rn

64) Can you sing or play any instruments?

I can sing pretty badly, play a bad tune on my guitar, drum on the edge of my table, so- Nah not really asdh

65) Do you like karaoke?

YES VERY MUCH I live and die for karaoke, last time I did it in front of an audience we sung the Shaman King opening at an anime con with friends, it was Rad

70) Your fictional crush/es

AH NO FUN Kagami’s my number one,,, let’s see then: Aomine, Roy Mustang, Kise, Mikoto Suoh, Hotch & Reid from Criminal Minds, Yagami Light, Jaime Lannister and Brienne from GoT, Rustin Cohle from True Detective, Shizuo Heiwajima from Durarara!!!, why is this list full of men I didn’t think I liked men this much

71) Which fictional character is you?

Eddie Brock from Venom I mean? He’s a whole ass mess.

79) How much time do you spend on the internet?

Yike. More than I’d be proud of.

86) Would you use death note, if you had one?

No way dude. I don’t fuck with that shit, karma would fuck me right back.

87) What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to?

I’d eliminate money and power and just make it a huge peaceful hippie community or something idk

90) What would you want to happen to you after your death?

Donate me to a medical school I don’t care. Make use of me! I’m gonna be dead, I won’t have any more feelings left to be hurt or anything asdghdsg

91) If you had to change your name, what would be your pick?

I’ve had a name in mind that I tried out once, but it didn’t really work out for me after all. I’m fine with Vee and Vic rn. Anything that isn’t my given name. I do want to change my surname to my mother’s, but if I do that I also want to give myself a different first name, and since That isn’t figured out yet, I’m just?? Call me whatever dude

94) Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true

Ugh, I’m bad at these. 1) I have plenty of moles. 2) My eyesight is pretty good. 3) I’ve broken some bones before.

95) Cold or hot?

Cold in beverage, hot in weather.

96) Be a hero or be a villain?

Being a villain is way too much fun, but I have too strong of a conscience to pull that off, so… hero, I guess.

97) Sing everything you want to say or rhyme?

Asjhdf singing is funnier and more annoying, since I Cannot Sing

98) Shapeshifting or controlling time?

Dude I’m non-binary. Shapeshifting for Sure

99) Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?

Aight I’ll give in – I agree to immortality Just This Once.

#this was LONG as FUK #ask and i shall answer #i kindly skipped those i've already answered ^^'#thank u buddy!!!#meiyanaalexia #i didn't think i'd get too real with this but here i am

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midnightiscoming-kasabian · 5 years ago

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Tom Meighan interview: I bought Serge's record. He's still got to sign it for me

Kasabian frontman Tom Meighan speaks to Sky News about ET, snacks and social media - and the band's plans for after lockdown.

Gemma Peplow - Saturday 20 June 2020

Tom Meighan is in his mum and dad's garden, pointing out his DIY lockdown hair cut to his phone camera on a video call.

"Do you like my hair? It's very short, isn't it? I tried to cut my hair off with scissors but it went wrong… so my missus shaved it off, bless her. I hope it looks all right."

Although he's missing his Kasabian bandmates "like mad", the band's lead singer, a man known for his boundless energy and mile-a-minute chatter, is finding the quiet life at home surprisingly enjoyable.

"My lockdown's been pretty amazing, actually. I've been planting seeds and stuff in the garden. It's kind of like going back to old times, isn't it? And ET was a botanist, and you know how much I love ET."

Meighan really loves ET. After finding out it was up for sale, he has been the proud owner of the actual bike used to fly in the 1980s classic film for several years. Get him on to the subject of ET and he'll talk for hours.

But we're here to talk about Kasabian instead.

This Saturday, Meighan and his bandmates should have been returning to Leicester's Victoria Park to play a huge gig in their home city - with the bonus of being able to sleep in their own beds afterwards.

While coronavirus has put paid to their plans, Meighan has found another way to hold court; instead, he will be taking part in an online Q&A session with fans.

You can ask him anything, he says. Well, pretty much anything.

"I think it's nice to be speaking to people online, because I'm not doing the gig. For me it's a boost, a bit of morale. I think it's going to be hilarious. I can't tell too much can I, gotta keep my mouth shut on some things. You know, no naughty tales from the bootcamp. But I'm buzzing for it, it'll be great. And what a day to do it as well."

Kasabian were "absolutely brokenhearted" when they had to call the gig off, he says, but he thinks it was meant to be.

"I believe things happen for a reason. So I'd imagine we'll be back next year to play Vicky Park when the restrictions are all gone. But I can't imagine any rock'n'roll music being played till at least next summer.

"It's a bit of a kicking but we'll be back, it'll be stronger. There's people who have cancelled weddings, lots of things. It's just one of those things and unfortunately, coronavirus, what's happened to the world is very serious.

"I can't wait to go back out there and play rock'n'roll music again. But you've got to be so careful. And it's not media hype or anything, this disease is real."

Apart from tales of his lockdown, what other questions does he think fans will ask? It's often stories from backstage, he says. "Or they might ask me what my favourite pants are, or my favourite crisps. And I like that."

Like ET, favourite crisps - favourite snacks in general - is a subject Meighan can get on board with. For five minutes, he wants to discuss.

"I'm going to be naughty here: Seabrook's," he says, picking his crisp of choice; the "naughty" referring to the fact that, as a Leicester man, he should be picking Walkers, which are made in the city.

"They were around in the '80s and I used to have them in the British Legion when I was a kid. They're filthy crisps, if that makes any sense.

"And do you know what I've really taken a fancy for at the moment? I've got back into Wotsits. I kinda left them behind for a bit and now I've recaptured it. But the beefy ones, I think the steak flavour, they're unbelievable. My daughter loves them."

Then, a curveball: "Here's one for you - do you like crabsticks?" Umm... "Fake fish, that's why I like them. And what about Peperami? And what are you saying about chocolate? Don't say Galaxy..."

To put it on record, Meighan used to like Creme Eggs, before they changed the recipe. "Now, I like just a whole bar of Dairy Milk. A big one. And Starbars."

But back to Kasabian. One of the biggest bands to have come out of the UK this side of 2000, sitting up there alongside the likes of Coldplay, Muse, Arctic Monkeys and few others, the band was formed by Meighan, songwriter Serge Pizzorno, Chris Edwards and Chris Karloff (who left the band during the recording of second album Empire) while they were still at school in the 1990s.

They rose to fame with the release of their self-titled debut album in 2004 and are now six albums in (five of them number ones) after more than 20 years together.

"We need a seventh baby," Meighan says. "We're going to try and make a new record as soon as we can but we can't really do anything while we're restricted. Serge has been writing songs for Kasabian so it's all good."

During the band's first proper extended break last year, Pizzorno released his first solo album as The SLP - his initials; his full name is Sergio Lorenzo Pizzorno - which Meighan, his best mate as well as his bandmate, describes as "f***ing amazing".

"I'm always proud of him. I love him dearly and I miss him, I miss the boys, I miss the camaraderie and all of it. But yeah, I'm proud of him. He's so clever, Serge. So clever.

"And I bought his record. He's still got to sign it for me."

Meighan says he has also been writing his own solo songs.

"I'm writing loads of music at the minute. We'll see what happens. I've got a few cookies in the jar... they aint bad, you know. It's very autobiographical, like the story of my life. It's kind of… heartbreaking. Well, not heartbreaking, just to the core, you know. Very real.

"And you know, when Sergio did his thing last year, everyone was like, 'how do you feel about it?' I love it. Why wouldn't I? And his music was incredible…

"He's doing his thing, I'm doing mine but Kasabian are still solid. You know, it's just a bad time at the moment, for rock 'n' roll. For human beings in general."

Meighan says he has been writing his own material for years.

"I'm logging my life, like a diary. And I was like, these songs aint bad, really. I think they're all right. We'll see what happens."

In the meantime, Kasabian are doing their bit in lockdown. Pizzorno recorded a special performance and donated his guitar to the Leicester Hospitals Charity, while Meighan recorded his own video of acoustic covers as a thank you to the NHS.

"My mum's a nurse," he says. "I thought it would be a nice thing to do… for workers, the people who put their lives at risk. I'm so grateful to [those] people."

And not just healthcare workers, he says. "It's taxi drivers, people working in shops. People doing everyday things who can be forgotten about.

"But it's good how people are bonding and helping each other. I think this has given humanity a lesson, in my opinion. I'm not trying to be Mother Earth, peace man, but I think it's a lesson learned.

"You take things for granted and it's taken from you" - he snaps his fingers - "like that."

Meighan continues: "It's all now, now, now, isn't it? There's no patience. And it just seems everyone's addicted to their phones. It's the new addiction, isn't it? Mobiles. Social media. Can you cure it? Can you treat it?

"I don't know because we're so consumed with our own sh*t. So bothered about what he's doing or what she's doing or what's going on. I'm not trying to be a preacher or anything but we've forgotten about what's real."

The singer has his own public Facebook page, but doesn't run it.

"I'm not allowed!" he laughs. "I think it's important someone else does it for me. 'Cus if I ran it... well, I'm more intelligent than you'd think, actually, to be honest. But I think it's probably a bad idea."

So no personal Facebook posts, but he will answer your questions, live on Saturday.

"Within reason, you know. I'll be as honest as I can get.

"Our supporters, our fans, you know, our army, our religion - which I do call it that. I think it's great, I think they're going to enjoy it. I'm going to enjoy it."

Source: Sky News

#kasabian #tom meighan #interviews #interviews 2020

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celestialmystical · 5 years ago

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2 + 2 = 4

You don’t really know until you experience it.

An expression we all know well and acknowledge as truth. We can speculate and ponder on how experiencing such and such can feel like such and such, but we don’t really know until we are in that situation.

I knew moving to South Korea would be confusing, frustrating, and overwhelming—I knew it like I know two plus two equals four. But I didn’t know it like I don’t know what it’s like to be the number four.

I got on the plane to go to South Korea, and after watching the stewards and stewardesses greet each person, I noticed that they greeted me in English, not Korean.

They just gave me one look and did that.

It didn’t offend me so much as make me sad. I didn’t want them to make it easy for me. I wanted to have to respond in Korean.

Boy did I get my wish.

The flight was easy. The huge airplane was mostly empty and I had the entire row to myself. I laid across the seats and slept for the 9 hours out of the 13.

Even though I had to have my mask on the entire, that’s not really what bothered me during the flight.

It was the fact that I had to keep my knees bent in order to lay across the seats. If I stretched them out, I’d hit the other row. Curse my 5’9 height. After awhile my knees were hurting and it was getting hard to breathe.

Not because of the mask, but because of my bra. If you��re girl, you know how annoying it is to sleep with something wrapped tightly around your rib cages.

The other four hours flew by somehow. I didn’t watch anything and barely read. I mostly just listened to music and also ate food.

We landed around 4 AM—an hour earlier than we were supposed to arrive.

Getting off the airplane, I had to go through several different customs people. Each one wanted a different document and it kept requiring me to take my backpack off my shoulders, shuffle something out and hand it to them. When I’d get it wrong because we couldn’t understand each other, I’d have to do it over again. This, wearing a huge jacket and a mask, carrying my hydroflask and my large cuddle toy, Matchie, made me extremely sweaty and tired.

The language barrier hit me like a freighter train. No exaggeration.

I, for some reason, though I knew it would be hard, didn’t know how hard it’d be—and mostly how much I would get down on myself because of it.

Once I got in the taxi to go to where I was supposed to be quarantined, I was more than relieved. I couldn’t wait to just get in my room and shut down. I was mad at myself for only being able to say “Annyeonghaseyo” and “Gamsahabnidia.” Hello and Thank you.

The taxi driver dropped me off on a desolate street with a bunch of convenient stores.

I was able to say to him “Migug” and “Eolma-eyo.” Which is “American” and “How much.”

He told me how much in Korean and I had no clue what he said so I just gave him 50,000 won.

I asked him if this is the right spot and he said it was.

He took out my two large luggage cases and then left.

I sat on one of the tables because I was expecting to see a table or a sign or something that would lead me to where I was supposed to go, but there was nothing but stores.

It was around 6 in the morning.

I called my mom and texted Glitter Queen, telling them I had no clue where I was and that I wasn’t sure if the guy took me to the right location.

As they were trying to figure it out, I tried my best to be positive despite the fact that I was stranded in a foreign country where I knew no one and nothing.

I noticed that there were people who were cleaning the trash off the streets the same way you’d see volunteers cleaning trash off the beach. Except these people were hired.

The pigeons there are extremely loud. They chirp at each other as if they are in a heated debate and they all think the louder they become, the better their arguments get.

It was sunny, really clear. The clouds were spotted and beautiful. The horizon was hazy and peachy. The air had a nice chill and smell.

Glitter Queen sent me the location of where the building was at, saying that possibly the taxi driver just took me a little ways away from it.

So I grabbed my luggage and charted off to where the pinpoint was.

Half way there, the pinpoint disappeared.

I didn’t have wifi and my international plan only worked for texts and calls.

Again, I had no idea where I was. I stopped by a bench.

I saw a lot of elders out for their morning stroll stare at me curiously.

How could they not? I’m a 5’9, white girl with two luggage cases wondering in their city.

I called my mom again who was calling everyone she could possibly get a hold of. She even called my insurance out here for help.

It was not even 7 AM, no one is awake in Korea. The people that I work for were definitely not awake. My mom and I tried calling them a bunch to no avail.

The insurance company called me and a worker in Korea tried to help me but it honestly beame such a huge waste of time.

No offense to that man. He was really trying his best to help me.

Without wifi, I didn’t have my location, so I had to try to tell him where I was. I had to try to pronounce street names and when that didn’t work I had to spell out the street name, which took forever because he barely spoke English himself.

I got so frustrated though that I hung up. I knew he wasn’t helping.

I kept walking to where I thought the building might be but ended up in just the back alley of some apartment complex where there were several trash bags.

My mom called and told me I needed to get back to the stores so I could have wifi so she could have my location.

So I trudged my suitcases back to my original spot. By then it was getting hot and humid, and there were more than just elderly people walking about.

I got back to the spot. The sun was out, peaking out from the tall buildings and beating its heat into me.

The man from the insurance called me back and I tried giving him my location but he said he couldn’t open it.

He then asked me if I could get someone Korean on the phone with him.

I looked around. There were construction workers and some guys just standing in front of a store with a cigarette.

I said there wasn’t anyone near me. The thought of asking for help and possibly having them judge me made me nauseous. I was already dealing with enough as it is, to have someone scold me would have set me off.

So he kept on trying to get me to say where I was at.

I finally got the balls to ask someone to talk to him mostly because I was just done.

The guy I went up to took my cry for help and phone as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

He talked to the guy and paced the street so casually. I was honestly thankful he was so nonchalant.

He then gave me back the phone and the guy said, “Yeah, you’re just going to have to wait for a taxi and then call me when you do.”

No taxis, I mean no taxis, were coming by that street. Absolutely none.

I asked if there was a number I could call. He said no.

After I got off the phone with him, I started crying.

I was beyond frustrated and scared. I thought then maybe I should just leave Korea.

Even my boss didn’t know how to help me. She told me to download an app called Naver which though I’m sure will be useful later, did not help me then because it showed that the building was where I went to on my own.

I didn’t want to go back there on my own carting two luggage cases again.

One of the consults who work with people who want to teach in Korea, like me, and work with the schools in Korea, finally called me and told me the building was right behind me.

I told her she was wrong. I was in front of a bunch of stores.

She told me it’s to the left of the CU store. That I had to go down the drive way and go into an elevator.

I did what she said, not expecting anything.

But low and behold, there was the elevator.

This entire time, the building was right behind me.

As soon as I was in my room, all of my bodily functions hit me at once.

I needed pee. I was starving. And I was beyond physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as I was done using the restroom and eating, I hit the bed and crashed.

The entire situation was horrendous. I blame myself for not knowing much of any Korean, I blame them for not telling me what to expect—but I mostly blame the fact that my flight arrived an hour early.

If it hadn’t, there would have been someone with my name as a sign there to guide me, but there wasn’t.

But yeah. I really had no idea how frustrating, scary, confusing, and overwhelming it is to live in another country completely different from yours on your own until that experience.

It definitely opened my eyes and made me go from understanding the concept of 4 to becoming it.

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tornrose24 · 6 years ago

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Day-O (a CU Beetlejuice AU one shot)

While I don’t want to do a full on CU Beetlejuice fic, this scene is impossible to pass up, especially considering how the musical added to the original story to begin with. (So this combines both the musical and the movie’s version of this scene... and you might need to listen to the musical version of this scene if you can’t find a bootleg/luck out in seeing it on stage).

The Beetlejuice AU was originally proposed by @jackie-sugarskull and Esme belongs to @princeasimdiya12 .

(Contains some cursing. Note to those with a trigger warning: the suicide joke from the original film was included here).

A group of people gathered around in the school’s cafeteria to decide the building’s fate. It had been arranged so that they had a table right in the center of the room, yet the food and drinks were both well above cafeteria food standards. On one end was former student turned politician Erica along with Esme, the school’s current Principal. On the other was former student turned top scientist Melvin, along with his colleague Professor Poopypants. In between were potential investors and the school district superintendent Mr. Pointe who never seemed to take a stand on the current issues.

“So we hope that your support and donations would not only keep the school open, but encourage support for extra curricular activities as well as better supplies, new recess equipment, text books, and learning conditions.” Erica concluded as Edith took goblets of cocktail shrimp of the cart to give to everyone else as they ate deviled eggs and drank wine.

“Except nowadays, science and mathematics is demanding more bodies for the expanding career options in that area.” Melvin countered. “Trying to keep Jerome Horowitz alive as it is would be like heading towards suicide at this rate.”

“And you know what they say,” Poopypants cracked. “Those who commit suicide become civil servants in the after life.” This earned a round of chuckles from everyone except Erica, Esme, or Edith. The latter in particular winced at this. “Then again, who knows how many children will end up as civil servants as adults?”

“Oh that reminds me,” Melvin glanced to Edith and smirked at her. She had recently changed from her dark clothes and into a flattering lemon yellow dress, and her hair was pinned back from her face, so she was a bit more noticeable than usual. “One of our old classmates claims that the ‘ghosts’ of this school don’t approve of my ideas. Apparently they’re with Erica’s side of things.” This caused Edith to freeze up and turn around.

“B-but it’s true!” Edith admitted. “They think school should be about fun and enjoying childhood–!”

“Next she’ll tell us the ghosts are our old classmates who died all those years ago!” Melvin laughed and some others joined in. Erica frowned at Edith, but only Esme showed an interest in what the woman had to say–it made her think back to all those pranks and those mysterious comics that happened without any explanation.

“Anyway, I don’t want to talk about something you can’t prove without science, and I don’t mean the junk machines on those ghost adventure shows!” Melvin continued. “I think I’d rather talk about–DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY–O!” Without any warning, he bursted into singing with his arms bursting out into the air.

All eyes glanced on in confusion except for Edith, who waited patiently. Melvin realized what he just did and grabbed his neck as his eyes widened in shock.

“Sorry, what?” Erica raised an eyebrow.

“Well, that’s uh... quite a subject.” Mr. Pointe blinked.

“Uh, sorry!” Melvin let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know where that came from! I meant–ME SAY DAY ME SAY DAY ME SAY DAY-O!” He bursted into song again like he was a big time singer at a performance.

“Is this going somewhere?” An investor asked.

Melvin panicked. It was like he was unable to control himself! “L-listen!” He pleaded. “I just feel like–DAYLIGHT COME AND ME WAN’ GO HOME!” He felt compelled to jump out of his spot and sing once more. The moment he regained control of himself, he panicked. “What is happening to me?!”

Most everyone let out nervous giggling. “Well, Melvin.” Poopypants chuckled. “I guess you mean to tell us–WORK ALL NIGHT TO THE DRINK OF RUM!” He suddenly leapt onto his spot on the bench and threw his arms out as he sang next and, as if on cue, the music from the player nearby switched from soft jazz to a classic upbeat piece of music.

“DAYLIGHT COME AND ME WAN’ GO HOME!” Everyone except Edith suddenly got out of their spots and started to sing.

“Stack Banana ‘til de mornin’ come!” Melvin sang as his body moved in time to the music. “DAYLIGHT COME AND ME WAN’ GO HOME!” Everyone sang in response.

No one knew what was going on. It was as if something overtook them as they all found themselves dancing in time to the music while singing to a song that very few of them even knew. Yet no one saw what Edith saw when she heard childish giggling and she looked up with a smile. Floating in the air were the spirits of two children, with each one waving their hands as if conducting or moving them like they were controlling a puppet.

“I can’t wait until the finale!” Harold laughed.

“I know!” George happily replied as Edith continued to watch with a huge smile.

Everyone danced around behind their seats. All but three adults, with Erica and Esme shooting each other confused looks while Edith herself hummed to the delightful song. It then got to a point where everyone was bending over and sticking their rear ends out and shaking them around in time to the music, which made both boys laugh even harder.

“Day, me say day-o! Daylight come and me wan’ go home!”

“Daylight come and me wan’ go home!”

After awhile, the music came to an end and they were all forced to sit down, yet there was one more surprise in store for Melvin. The shrimp in his cocktail suddenly turned into a monstrous hand that reached up, causing everyone to shout or gasp and Melvin screamed but was unable to jump out of his seat in time as the hand grabbed his face and pulled him into the table, all the while his screaming increased.

George and Harold laughed even harder. “There’s no way he’s going to turn this place into a snore-fest now!” Harold gleefully declared.

“SOMEONE GET THIS THING OFF OF MY FACE!” Melvin screamed. With a lazy wave of the hand, George freed the red head, who pulled back with a gasp as all eyes stared in concern at him.

“Wh-what was that?!” He demanded.

“It’s like I said.” Edith told Melvin. “They don’t want you to turn this place into your kind of school. If you don’t want to have this happen again, you better do what Erica wants.” Erica herself was stunned at this to the point that she was unable to immediately say anything. Yet when she was ready to ask Edith what on earth she was doing, Melvin grinned.

“So you’re saying that there are real ghosts here?!” He then turned to Poopypants “You saw that all right?! No parlor tricks, mechanisms or weird gases, right?! Forget funding this stupid place, I’m going to buy it off the school district’s hands!”  

“What?” Erica and Esme asked in confusion.

“What?” Edith asked with dread.

“What?!” George and Harold shrieked.

“I can’t get the school to be what I want it to be, but a location that’s haunted?! Do you have any idea how much that could help out with research and inventing new things?! Screw the school, I’m turning this place into a new research center!” 

“WHAT?!” George and Harold screamed.

“That’s an excellent idea!” Poopypants grinned as he rubbed his hands. “I’m already thinking of the possibilities such supernatural energy can grant us!”

“It’ll make Piqua more than just a city of narrow minded simpletons!” Melvin added.

“No!” Esme yelled. “Mr. Pointe, you can’t allow this!” She pleaded to the school’s Super Intendant, but he gave her a nervous smile. “Where will the children go?!”

“W–w–well, I don’t see how this place can be safe with ghosts roaming around them.” Mr. Pointe stammered and let out a sheepish smile.

“It wasn’t any better without them!” Erica roared as Edith tried to speak her own thoughts, but was overpowered by the politician. “Do you have any idea how much of a danger zone this place was becoming over the years?!”

“Erica, I like you a lot, but this place was below standards in academics since day one!” Melvin butted in. “What good’ll it do to keep it open any longer?!”

“You can’t tear this place down!” Edith finally protested as loudly as she could. “The ghosts don’t want that! None of the children will want that! You–!”  “No one cares what you say Edith, you aren’t holding the money or power like us!” Melvin snapped at Edith. “Can’t you get it through your simple, messy-haired, four year college degree head?! Don’t you realize how much money we’d all get from this?! Or are you too depressed over mommy and daddy kicking the bucket to even bother taking care of yourself?! This is reality, so either get on board with life or move along!”

Edith felt as if she was slapped across the face as Melvin went back to the others to talk of his plans. She felt Erica’s disapproving look as well as those from the people who were trying to save the school and she barely saw the boys when they now stood before her with worried looks.

“Edith?!” Harold pleaded. “Look, we didn’t realize Melvin would do this! We should have seen it coming!” 

“We can still fix this!” George added.

“How?! Nothing works! Apparently pranking everyone isn’t enough! Do you have any ideas, Edith?!” The blonde turned to the woman. “Edith?” He asked in concern when he saw the woman staring at the ground with her face barely in view.

When her parents died, everyone ignored her to the point that she might as well have been invisible. When she tried to help support the school, no one listened to her ideas and expected her to be a ‘yes man.’ When she finally succeeded in that, it blew up in her face and she was still being treated like she didn’t really matter.

“You want to do something about all of this? Then all you got to do is say my name!”

“There’s still one thing I can do.” She realized as she remembered him from earlier. “Three times spoken, unbroken, right?”

“My real name. The one that hag cursed when she cursed me. Say it three times spoken, unbroken.”

The boys instantly understood what she meant.

“Edith no!” George protested as he and Harold began to panic.

“Benjamin.” She quietly spoke, and no one else heard her say it except the two boys who knew what was coming and flinched the moment he arrived.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!”

Edith heard some movement and was startled to see the familiar large figure standing right beside her. He still wore the same black and white stripped suit, the toupee was still black with touches of green and yellow, his skin was still a pale lavender as if his body lacked any air, and his shark like smile was wide with glee. “I knew you’d come around and see things my way! I swear you won’t regret this!”

“Edith stop!” Harold pleaded, earning him a dirty look from the adult ghost.

“Benjamin.” She spoke louder which went unheard over the arguing of the other adults. The ghost grinned even more as he adjusted his sleeves.

“That’s it! That’s it!” He was like a kid at Christmas about ready to explode with anticipation as his hideous grin only widened as he coaxed her. “We’re going to have a lot of fun! Come on! Just give me one! MORE!” He looked at her pointedly.

“EDITH NO!”

“DON’T SAY HIS NAME!”

She took a breath. She was tired of being invisible–tired of being treated like a joke–she wanted to be heard!

“BENJAMIN!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, causing all eyes to turn towards her in confusion, while those of the boys were filled with dread, and those of the ghost-demon’s were filled with satisfaction as he became surrounded by white light and smoke.

“It’s showtime!” He grinned as he threw this hands out.

The music came to a halt and everything went dark, causing almost everyone to scream in confusion and blindly stumble around. Moments later, the lighting of the room came on and became an ominous green as Krupp stood before them all.

“Can anyone see me?!” He demanded.

His response was a series of screams at the sight of the unexpected, hideous looking being.

“Now that’s what I want to hear!” He gave them an evil grin and rubbed his hands together. “God I missed that sound!” 

“What the hell is that thing?!” One of the investors screamed and pointed.

“Yeah, who the hell invited you?!” Melvin demanded.

“I did!” All eyes turned to Edith as she felt a surge of confidence that she hadn’t felt in quite awhile. “I warned you and you didn’t listen!” Each word made her feel stronger until she was practically shouting. “You all never listened to me! Never took me seriously! And now this is what you get!”

“Yeah nerd, this is what you get!” Krupp sneered at Sneedly. “And I’m someone whose about ready to have a game I’d like to call ‘instant trauma!’” He threw his hands into the air and suddenly chaos began to ensue.

FIre bursted from the ground as if out of nowhere in random parts of the room, causing the gusts to scream and flee. Those who managed to get to the doors were only further startled by what appeared to be ominous glowing monsters with green eyes, mouths and sharp teeth that proceeded to chase after them (had they looked again, they would of seen that they were just possessed toilets). Anyone who tried to escape into the safety of the kitchen found more fire bursting from the stoves, causing them to run away.

“THIS WAS A MISTAKE!” Poopypants shrieked as he and Melvin tried to pull at some doors that refused to budge.

“Hey Little Man!” The scientist felt something crawl up on his back. He turned around to see a puppet version of Krupp with unsettlingly realistic looking eyes looming over his shoulder. “Ya’ want to play with me?!”

“NIEN!” Poopypants screamed in German and ran off as he tried to take the hideous abomination off him, but it only laughed with sadistic glee and tightened its hold on him.

“HEY DON’T RUN OFF!” Melvin screamed at Poopypants when suddenly he found himself getting hoisted into the air by something long and thick. He screamed and thrashed until suddenly he came face to face with a snake like monster that had Krupp’s head attached to it.

“Feeling like having this place all to yourself now, Sneedly?” He sneered at him. The man screamed and the snake like out a laugh as he thrashed him back and forth through the air.

“Ok that’s it, they get it!” George angrily yelled at the snake as he and Harold tried to approach him. “You can stop now!”

“Ah shut it, you two no longer have the power around here anymore!” The dead adult sneered at them, stopping them in their tracks. “Why don’t you two go to detention in the Neitherworld? You’re in for a long overdue visit!”

“Oh like heck we’ll go!” Harold yelled back, though neither he and George saw a piece of chalk draw a circled on the ground around them.

“WELL TOO BAD, YOU’RE GOING ANYWAY!” The snake snapped as the ground opened up under the boys and they were sent screaming through it as all the other guests were attacked by more supernatural elements.

“SOMEONE HELP ME!” Melvin shrieked.

“PUT HIM DOWN!” The snake turned his head around to see Erica with Esme standing right behind her. The latter looked like she was going to faint and she stammered out prayers in Spanish, but the other just stared at the abomination before her in disbelief.

“Yeah, no.” She shook her head as Melvin screamed. Not satisfied with her reaction, the snake threw Melvin into Erica and grinned as the man screamed the whole way until he crashed into her.

The pandemonium grew worse as everyone found themselves getting chased down or screaming for their lives as things latched onto them, yet the only one who stayed calm was Edith who found herself not horrified. There was a strange, oddly enjoyable catharsis in seeing most of these people finally taken down several pegs.

“And now I’d like to play a little game I call–RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!” Her diabolical assistant’s voice boomed over them all.

She watched as all the creatures and all the fire chased the others out through the doors–none of them ever realizing she wasn’t among them–and they slammed shut behind them, causing everything to vanish and for the silence to fall as everything returned to normal as if nothing ever happened.

“They’re gone.” Edith’s stunned voice broke the silence. Realization kicked in. “You made them leave the school. You made them listen to me!” She let out an amazed laugh as Krupp–back in his ‘normal’ appearance–walked up to her with a pleased grin.

Seeing her smile–knowing that he made her happy–delighted him (and made him feel a little strange, but in a good way). “Yup! Looks like we aren’t invisible anymore!” He declared and hung an arm around her shoulders.

And that’s it–just something I felt like working at once in awhile.

#captain underpants #cu beetlejuice au #george beard #harold hutchins #edith the lunch lady #mr. krupp #erica wang #melvin sneedly #professor poopypants

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kara-dolan · 7 years ago

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The Day We Met

A/N- I’ve been working on this for the past week I hope you enjoy. Also, I suggest listening to Or nah by somo, and bad intentions by niykee heaton near the end of the story on loop.Um, but yeah enjoy.

Summary- You and your roommate decided to go to the beach making a quick stop at the store to get snacks and drinks never would you have imagined running into the Dolan Twins there.

Warning- OH GOD THE SMUT. Maybe some flirting. Sarcasm on point. Feels for fucking days.

Word count- 4,163 I am so tired lol

I was with my roommate and a couple of their friends getting snacks before going to the beach. I was in charge of getting beverages, so of course, I went to get bottled water. What I didn’t expect to see was the Dolan Twins in front of me arguing as to which kind of water they were going to get.

“Excuse me,” I say squeezing past them getting their attention.

“Oh, sorry…” they say in unison.

“It’s no problem...” I started to say and looked at them for the first time in person they sounded and looked so much better in person. “Sorry, but aren’t you the Dolan Twins?” I asked. They looked at each other and then back to me. “Yeah, we are. I’m Grayson.” He said reaching his hand out.

“Yeah, I know. Um, I’m Y/N.” I say laughing a little while taking his hand. His hand was huge compared to mine “You guys are hilarious by the way”

“Thanks, did you want to get a picture with us?” Ethan asked me. I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to interrupt your shopping.” I say getting 4 bottles of water off the shelf. “Really?” Grayson asked. “Yeah, I mean you are just human at the end of the day… even though you are attractive and funny and sweet, and I need to go drown in the ocean now…” I say laughing and blushing a little.

“Ocean?” Ethan questioned while Grayson just smiled. “Yeah, I’m going to the beach with my roommate and a couple other people.” I say walking down the aisle more. They followed surprisingly. “Which beach?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t know I recently just moved to California from Y/H/P. My roommate knows more of the area.” I explained walking more towards where Y/R/N was. “Anyways it was great meeting you guys.” I say turning to walk back to Y/R/N.

“Who were they?” Y/R/N asked. “Oh, uh… they’re the Dolan Twins…” I say smiling and looking back to see them looking at me with confused faces. I turned back to the group.

“Anyways let’s go. I’m tired of surfing the isles lets go surf some waves.” I say giggling. “Okay, the corny jokes need to stop.” Y/R/N said. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head “Never going to happen.” I say. We checked out our items and went to Y/R/N’s car, it was a 1967 Chevy Impala in midnight blue. I was stuck in the back with the surfboards and Y/R/N’s creepy friend Reed. It wasn’t how he looked, cause let me tell you physically he was okay; dirty blond hair, tanned skin, athletic build, green eyes, but his personality was shit.

“Hey Y/N, want to go skinny dipping when we get to the beach, I’d love to see what you got under that bikini…” he breathed into my ear. I pushed the boards between us and cringed away into the far corner of the car. We finally reached the beach and once the car was put in park I opened the door and grabbed my board and sprinted to the water not waiting for anyone. Once I reached the water's edge I pulled my hair up, removed my clothes only to reveal the olive-green bikini that clung to my body perfectly.

I waxed my board and took off into the water. I paddled out looking for the best wave once I saw it I paddled towards it. Turning my board around I paddled until I could jump up onto my board to ride the wave. Once I was on my board I moved with the wave trying to forget life and just be in the moment, I was mid-thought when I felt the droplets of water on my shoulder. I didn’t even notice when the sky darkened and people on the beach screaming about the rain, but that’s not what I was worried about.

I started to make my way back to shore as fast as I could, I needed to get out of the water. The only good thing that comes out of weather is that it made the waves harsh which helped push me faster but still near the deep water my board got knocked out from under me. I tried to remain calm as a shark brushed by me, I was scared for sure, but I didn’t need to freak out, I would most likely be attacked if I freaked out. The next thing I knew I was being pulled out of the water and onto a jet ski. I immediately engulfed the air gripping the muscular figure in front of me.

“Thank you, thank you, so fucking much.” I say in between labored breaths. “Hold on tight.” He yelled back while taking off. Once we reached shore I got off the jet ski and collapsed onto the sand hyperventilating.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay just focus your breathing.” A voice said, and I looked up. “Ethan?” I asked confused getting my breathing back to normal. “Yeah, Grayson’s here too. You’re a surfer you know how bad the water gets when it storms, why didn’t you come back to the beach when the sky darkened?” he asked me while Grayson came jogging towards us. “I wasn’t thinking or paying attention I was just… I don’t know.” I say shaking a bit. “Well, your board is completely wrecked…” Grayson says wrapping a towel around me.

“I couldn’t give two shits about my board right now… just thank you… both of you but, what are you guys even doing here?” I questioned. They looked at each other then back to me, “Well you said you were going to the beach and we thought that sounded like a great plan.” Ethan said. “Yeah, and we didn’t think you actually meant you were going to go drown in the ocean...” Grayson said letting out a soft chuckle which made you smile.

“Y/N!!!! ARE YOU OKAY?!” Y/R/N ran over with an umbrella screaming. “Yeah dude, I’m fine. Chill… Ethan here got to me before any sharks got to take a bite.” I say nonchalantly. “Wait, there was a shark?!” Ethan asked panicked. “Yeah… That’s why I didn’t move. I was staying calm, so I didn’t get attacked.” I say. Grayson started to laugh, and I raised an eyebrow in question, I shook it off and began to stand which made Grayson stop laughing and rushing to help me up. He had my hand on his shoulder and his on my waist.

“Thanks…” I say giving him a small smile. He just stared at me with his light brown eyes which were decorated with flecks of green… “Anyways, I should get home. Y/F/N can we go I am soaked and I just want to go.” I say pulling away from Grayson.

“No-can-do Reed is going to be renting out the beach house so the rest of us are going to stay. He said it was your idea.” Y/F/N says. I scoffed and rolled my eyes “No, it wasn’t my idea. I’ll take an Uber back to the apartment then.” I say looking for my bag which was about 10 feet from where I was. I turned away from everyone walking over to get my bag. I grabbed my phone out of it pulling up the Uber app when I noticed the twins in front of me.

“Why don’t we drive you back?” Ethan asked me. We were standing in the middle of the beach while it was pouring rain. “Sure…” I say pulling on my extra T-shirt which like everything else was soaked. We ran to Grayson’s Bronco. “God, the Bronco is sexier in person…” I say under my breath, but Grayson heard me and laughed. “Sorry, I’m a vehicle enthusiast. Please tell me this baby has a Ford 170 cu in straight-6, modified with solid valve lifters, a 6-US-quart oil pan, heavy-duty fuel pump, oil-bath air cleaner, and a carburetor with a float bowl that compensates against tilting?” I say getting in the back seat. Grayson and Ethan both looking back at me in awe. “What? My uncles a mechanic. I got to know this stuff.” I say smiling.

“Who are you?” Ethan asked me. “I’m Y/E/N. No, but it in all seriousness please tell me the carburetor has a float bowl cause without it we could break down.” I replied. “Yeah the carburetor has a float bowl” Grayson said looking away from me to start the Bronco. I nodded as we pulled away from the beach and onto the street. We pulled up to a red light and Grayson turned his head back to look at me, “So… uh, who is Reed?” he asked.

I scoffed “Some asshole that Y/R/N is friends with. He tried to set himself up with me, but he isn’t my type.”

“So, what is your type?” Grayson questioned looking back in the review mirror. I licked my lips and smiled “Umm… I don’t know all I know is that I don’t like douche bags and well… Reed is… he’s the leader of douche-bagery.” I say smiling at Grayson then looking away. “Well, Reed sounds like an amazing guy.” Ethan said. “Oh yeah, totally.” I retorted. He looked at me then to Grayson then back to me.

“You guys do that a lot…” I say. “Do what?” They asked me in unison. “The talking at the same time and looking at each other then back to me.” I say giggling. They looked at each other then back to me I laughed, and they joined in. “Okay, I see what you mean now.” Grayson said smirking. I blushed and looked away so he wouldn’t notice. “Yo, you know what I just realized.” Ethan said grasping my attention. “What?” I questioned. “We have no idea where you live so Grayson is just driving around in the rain.” He answered with a chuckle. ‘Damn these boys are going to be the death of me’ I thought to myself.

“Oh, yeah you’re right. Umm… my address is 4708 Turtle St.” I say blushing. Ethan put the address into his phone and directed Grayson. When we arrived, they pulled into the parking garage finding a spot not too far from the stairs that lead to my apartment.

“Do you guys want to come up? I can order a pizza…” I asked them. “Pizza? I’m down. Ethan?” Grayson responded. “You’re my ride so yeah I’m down as long as we can get pineapple pizza.” Ethan said turning to look at me. “Pineapple pizza is a must in my apartment.” I say giving them a smirk as I get out of the car. I get my keys out of my bag as I jog up the stairwell to my apartment door when we reached my door Grayson and Ethan burst into laughter.

“What?” I asked them. “Your apartment number is… it's uh… never mind.” Ethan said. “What? 69? Yeah, I know I picked it out. So, if you guys are done giggling like a couple of bitches I’ll be inside ordering the pizza and changing into some dry clothes.” I say opening my front door and walking to my room smiling. I was in my room taking my hair down and removing my drenched clothes drying off with an oversized towel when I heard the front close. After I put on soft grey shorts and an oversized black hoodie I brought the guys some towels to dry off a bit.

“Here, figured you guys might want to dry off a little.” I say handing them the towels which they immediately took and began removing their clothes. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa hold it. As much as I like seeing you guys shirtless in the videos it’ll be a bit awkward for you to strip in my living room. There are two bathrooms, one in my room the other in Y/R/N’s room.” I say holding up my hands and averting my eyes. Grayson and Ethan just stood there with smirks on their faces and continued to remove their tops which made me back away into the wall by my bedroom door.

“Okay, I get it you have sun-kissed abs. Damn, are you guys trying to start something?” I asked them cocking my eyebrow at them. “What exactly would we be starting Y/N?” Ethan asked cocking his own eyebrow this time. My eyes widened, and I blushed looking down which made them chuckle.

“Hey, relax we’re joking, we’ll go to the bathroom.” Ethan says walking through my bedroom to my bathroom. “You’re adorable when you blush though…” Grayson said winking at me heading to the other bathroom. “What the fuck?!” I semi yell throwing my hands around. “Whatever…” I say sighing in defeat and taking my phone out to finally order the pizza.

“Hey, I’d like to place an order for a large pineapple pizza, oh… and cheesy garlic bread.” I said to the person taking my order. “And will this be pick up or delivery?” they asked me. “Delivery, the address is 4708 Turtle St. Apartment number 69A.” I replied. “Is this a crank call?” they asked. “Um… No, my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N.” I replied again.

“Okay, it’ll be there in about 20 minutes. Cash or Credit?” they asked. “Cash.” I state. “Alright, thank you for ordering from The Doughfather Pizzeria.” They say hanging up. “Did you just order the pizza?” Grayson asked me coming from Y/R/N’s room shirtless rubbing the towel on his wet hair. “Uh… um… uh yeah.” I say focusing my eyes on his intense ones while I grip my hair and let it go. I look away and walk towards the kitchen to get some plates.

“So…” he says leaning against the counter next to me. “Yeah?” I ask reaching up on my tippy toes to get the plates. “Here, let me help.” He says reaching above me grabbing them and setting them down in front of me. I turn around only to be met by his bare chest “Thanks…” I say breathlessly. He bent down and whispered, “No problem.” And pulled away smirking.

I scoffed and smiled, “Bit cocky aren’t you Grayson?” I asked him. “You know you can call me Gray right?” He retorted. “Oh, is that so?” I flirted a little stepping a little closer. He didn’t move, he wasn’t bothered by how close I was. He licked his lips and clenched his jaw looking away from me then setting his gaze back on to me.

“Am I interrupting something?” Ethan asked coming out from my room with his shorts and shirt on. “Not one bit, I just ordered pizza.” I say staring into Grayson’s eyes before turning away to grab the plates. I walk away from the kitchen and set the plates on the table. I could feel both of their eyes on my ass which made me feel a little self-conscious.

“You guys want to watch a movie while we wait for the pizza?” I asked them turning around to see their eyes snap up. “Sure” they say in unison again which made me giggle and they blushed. “Great it’s settled we will watch the screen that plays the movie. Not my ass.” I say rolling my eyes walking to my room to grab ‘It Follows’. “Scary movie anyone?” I say coming out of my room holding it in my hand. “Gray gets scared watching horror movies.” Ethan said while trying to hold in a laugh.

“No, I don’t.” He said shoving Ethan a little. “Um… Chill we’re going to watch the movie and if anyone gets scared they can hide under the covers, so I will most likely be under the covers more than anyone…” I say blushing and smiling awkwardly. “That’s adorable.” Ethan says to me. “Yeah, I am adorable, so to quote you ‘Deal with it.” I say sticking my tongue out at him laughing. I went over to the TV and put the movie into the DVD player, then grabbed a huge blanket from the chair by the balcony.

They came and joined me on the couch underneath the blanket Grayson on my right side and Ethan on my left. At the beginning of the movie, it was very awkward with the sex scene because Ethan and Grayson stared at me through most of it. But once the creepy bitch popped up their eyes were glued to the screen. I had the blanket near my neck just in case I needed to hide. Halfway through the movie, I was already under the blanket asking if the scene was over yet.

“No Y/N it’s not over yet. We’ll let you know when it is though.” Ethan said to me. Grayson, however, joined me under the blanket. “Hey.” He whispered. “Hey…” I whispered back. “I just wanted to sa-” He started but was interrupted by the doorbell.

“I’ll get it!” I yelled jumping out from underneath the blanket tripping over it and crawled/ran to the door which made them laugh. I open the door to find the pizza delivery girl. “Delivery for Y/F/N Y/L/N.” she said. I take the food and pay her the money plus a tip she thanked me and left. “Guys the pizza is he-” I start to say turning around already seeing them at my kitchen table, “Okay then…” I finish saying. I put the box on the table and we all ate in silence which was weird.

“Guys it’s getting late. I kind of want to get to bed soon.” I tell them after we get done eating. “Yeah, sure, no problem. I’ll just go get my shirt and we’ll go.” Grayson said. “Thanks…” I reply. Grayson went to the bathroom he took his shirt off in and came out putting it on. “It was great hanging out we should do it again sometime.” I say walking them to the door. “For sure” Grayson responds.

“We should get each other’s number, so it’ll be easier to get in contact with you instead of showing up here to get you.” Ethan said. I nodded, and we exchanged numbers and they left. I went to my room stripping out of my clothes to shower when my doorbell rang. I threw on a robe and ran to open my door, “Gray? Didn’t you guys just leave?” I asked him. “Yeah, I just forgot something.” He says coming into my apartment closing the door behind him. “Um… what could you have possibly forgotten?” I asked him running my fingers through my hair.

“This…” he says pinning me against the wall planting his lips against mine which sent electricity through my entire body, his plump lips were moving like a steady heartbeat. I returned the kiss deepening it by wrapping a leg around his waist and reaching my arms around his neck in which he responded by bringing his hands to grip my ass and lift me up. I pull away to laugh only to be met by his lips attacking my neck which made my laugh to turn to a moan. He stopped looked up at me and smirked and I bit my lip and kissed him again pulling on his bottom lip with my teeth. I pushed myself off the wall with my back pinning him against the opposing wall.

Lust filled our eyes as our emotions heightened, we were getting high off each other’s presence. I pulled away from the kiss putting my hands on his chest resting my forehead on his. I swallowed and gasped “Well, damn Gray.” I say breathlessly. He chuckled, and I removed my hands from his chest biting my lip again looking at him as I slid my hands down around my chest going to the robes tied string slowly undoing it. It dropped from around my shoulders exposing my chest and falling from my arms down to my waist.

I gripped his shoulders leaning down licking his neck up to his jaw. “Fuck…” he groaned, I glanced up at him giving him an innocent look. “Do you need some help… daddy?” I ask him sweetly reaching my hand between my legs rubbing his dick through his jeans in response he growled pushing off the wall slamming me back into the wall we started this on. I hissed at the pain, but I was far too gone to care, I took his mouth on mine again pushing myself up to tower over him. I pulled away pushing him away which made him let me down letting the rest of my robe fall to the ground.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” He asked me with worry in his eyes. I laughed, “No. You weren’t rough. I’m just… wanting to take this to my room.” I say grabbing his hand leading him to my bedroom. Once we entered I shut my door and led him over by the bed pushing him back onto it crawling on top of him gripping and sliding his shirt up and over his head. I planted trails of kisses from his neck down to his abdomen stopping just above his jeans. I undo his pants sliding them off him while straddling his lap, I grab the back of his neck pulling him up his lips meeting mine while I grind against his hard cock as he fondles my breast. I grab his hands bringing them to my neck having him wrap his fingers around it and I moaned into the kiss.

I slip off him breaking the kiss hooking my fingers around the top of his boxers pulling them off releasing his dick, I slowly licked up his shaft, my tongue circling the tip of his head collecting the precum from it. He automatically started gripping my hair as I start to lower my mouth over his dick sucking all of his length. He pulled my hair each time I came up and slammed his dick further into my mouth making me choke. It wasn’t long until I felt his dick twitch inside of my mouth which made me stop and kissing the tip of his dick which made him groan.

“Y/N please…” he begged. I straddled his waist again leaning in and whispering in his ear “I want you to make me scream… daddy.” Hearing this he stood up and dropped me on the bed which made me giggle but when he spread my legs apart roughly my giggles faded. He slid a finger past the entrance of my pussy and over my clit making me bite my lip and moan out his name which made him stop.

“What did you just moan Y/N/N?” he asked. “Grayson…” I moaned again.

He stood up and flipped me over on my stomach. “Grayson? What are you doing?” I ask looking back at him only to see his hand making directed contact with my ass. “Fuck…” I moaned. “Who am I baby girl?” he asked me. “Daddy…” I moan, he pulled my ass towards him sliding his dick between my folds then inserting it slowly in and out till he couldn’t take it anymore.

He thrusted into me hard and deep at a faster pace I could feel my walls tighten around him. “Damn baby, you’re so tight and wet for daddy.” He says slapping my ass and pulling my hair forcing my head back to look at him. I was biting my lip with my eyes closed holding back my moans. He let go of my hair pulled out and flipped me around. He forced my legs open holding them down and started to eat me out.

His tongue fucking my entrance while sucking on my clit, I whimpered when he inserted 3 of his slender fingers inside of me immediately hitting my G spot. “Fuck Gray… I’m going to cum.” I moaned while grinding against him. He stopped fingering me pulling his mouth away from my swollen clit, he looked at me with a dark expression and slap my clit which was the breaking point for me. I squirted all over his hand and chest my screams bordering on pain and pleasure. Coming down from the climax I notice he was kneeling in front of me smirking and licking his fingers.

“Never made anyone squirt before…” he says looking up at me smiling. “No ones ever made me squirt before. But let’s take care of you now.” I say sitting up and getting on my knees in front of him. I take his dick in my hand and sucking on his tip lowering myself down teasingly. When he started to groan I sucked his cock to the point my cheeks hallowed out. His dick twitched inside my mouth notifying me he was coming.

“Swallow it. All of it.” He demanded as I looked up at him with my mouth full of his cum. I swallowed it all every drop. “I had already planned to… daddy.” I say getting up wiping the side of my mouth with my thumb and walking to my bathroom to shower.

To be continued…

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan smut #ethan dolan #ethan dolan x reader #dolan twins #smut #holy fucking shit #oh my damn #i legit didnt plan this it just happened #there will be a part 2 just saying #yall know the look i was talking about

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