theallegedbird · 1 year ago
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scp230kinnie · 3 months ago
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HIII!!I just saw the goth reader head cannons I was wondering if you go to more (or a fic thing up to you😭) with hunter sylvester?‼️ -anon🕷️
I CLOSED AND FORGOT TO SAVE SO IM REWRITING THIS FOR THE SECOND TIME (kill me😻)
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Hunter Sylvester x goth! Reader hcs PART 2!!!!
Once again guys I am not goth though I am alternative, so if I get any information wrong or that should be removed, please comment or dm me and I will correct myself as soon as I can
Also sorry if some of these are the same as the other one I’m not rereading it
He honestly doesn’t care how you dress, but I mean the fact that you’re wearing all black is a major bonus
It honestly depends. Sometimes he'd love it, and other times, it'd give him anxiety. Like, on one hand, it's super cute, and he loves how it looks, but it also makes him *noticeably* nervous, since he's worried that people are staring at "his" person. And yeah, there *is* obviously the chance that they're just wearing it to look cool, but he'd still be a tad paranoid, lol.
He absolutely adores you. He loves seeing you in those long flowy black dresses
I’m pretty sure I wrote this in the last one, but he loves to watch you do your makeup
He does complain about how long you take to get ready though
And if he’s feeling REALLY REALLY NICE (rare) he might (KEYWORD MIGHT) let you do goth makeup on him. Makeup here being used loosely. Trad goth.
Only if you let him do corpse paint on you
Sharing makeup with ur boyfriend LMFAO
The movie is set in Oregon, idk if you’re changing that based on ur head or if ur shifting or something, but that place is full of “normal” people I’d say
So before you started dating, if you were in the same school at least, you were one of the only “alternative” people in school, and he noticed that
This guy doesn’t usually get crushes okay.
He’s married to metal
But he liked your look
You can decide how you guys meet/start dating cause there’s infinite ways
He appreciates your individualism, and that’s a part of why he likes you
He’s definitely called you emo a few times (I’m so sorry)
Teach him somethings about goth culture.
He won’t sit down and let you lecture him, but occasionally if you say some comment about the culture he’ll probably retain that information
He doesn’t really care, but he wants you to be happy, so maybe he’ll do a bit of his own research
He loves concerts, so he will accompany you to goth concerts even if he doesn’t listen to the music
He uses his dads card to buy you clothes and accessories
He will come to thrift stores with you.
He’ll say he thinks it’s stupid
Something about how he wouldn’t wear someone else’s clothes
Just force him to go through t shirts and maybe he’ll find some good band tees (neither metal nor goth but I have found sws and mcr shirts at thrift stores)
Even if he does buy some thrift store band tees, he’ll probably complain about how he could get them new from concerts or online or something
But he’ll buy you whatever you want
Imagine doing that one tiktok trend that’s like “guess whos outfit is whos 😁” and forcing him into some black dress LMFAO
speaking of tiktok, social media, whatever, he doesn’t like posting. He’ll scroll through and look and metal memes or something, but he doesn’t like posting himself and is hesitant to let you post him
But if you do post videos/pictures of him and compliment him and do couples trends, he’ll say it’s embarrassing but he secretly likes it
I imagine him telling someone about you and the other person is like “goth girl *lip bite*” or something thinking you’re like an e girl
First off, he’s a little possessive of you
Second off, (assuming you’ve taught him some stuff about being goth) he yells at them and tells them off and something about how e girls are weird
If you teach him how to take good pictures, he’ll be your personal photographer, especially if he really likes your outfit
If you actually go and ASK him to take pictures of you he’ll complain and tell you to do it yourself but he’ll do it for you anyway because he loves you
If you wear those long boots, (same goes for emos who wear knee high converse) sometimes he’ll untie them, just pull the laces or whatever just to fuck with you
He’ll go to record/cd stores and see one of the bands you like and he’ll buy it for you
He loves you no matter what you look like. I mean maybe not if ur a country person but… for the sake of fiction he loves you
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Leave sweet home requests if you’re reading this
Also what piercings do you guys think I should get (I already have septum, navel, industrial, and ears)
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frzngrapes · 1 year ago
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Dear Keycie,
I feel way better than last time I wrote to you, though not much has changed. I found the energy necessary to get out of my house, and I see my friends often which keeps my mood lifted!
I don't remember who it was, but someone suggested that maybe I can't handle loneliness well, and that must be the case. I guess the more I stay alone the less energy I have, the less I go out the more it makes me feel depressed. Being forced out of my room to go to a festival my friends class participated in pushed me outside this spiral, and now I'm better.
The last three weeks were really good, going back and forth between seeing M A and P (and their friends, boyfriends and acquaintances) (BTW p's boyfriend became a friend of mine I'm pretty sure? we get along very well), and going to Hendaye to see L and the people who go to the south during the vacation only and meet up at the bar she works at. They're very fun and kind people, I still introduce myself with a feminine name instead of the more masculine one I chose for myself when I'm with them. Also going there so often is very convenient, since it's near Spain and cigarettes are cheaper there. I also just love spending time with L. I know she has some red flags and most of my friends cut ties with her, but I feel loved and respected in our friendship. Also made a friend there, hilarious adorable guy, and we kissed. I really don't see myself being in a romantic relationship with him, but we get along so so well as friends I'm very glad I met him and I hope we get to see each other again a lot (he lives pretty far away </3). With them I went to a nightclub for the first time, in Spain, and it was very cool ! I also go out a lot during the day with my mom and sister, and visiting family. Our relationship really healed, I'll tell you more about it another time. And yeah this is all very fun. I'm having a great summer.
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When I last wrote to you my screen time was between 10 and 15 hours a day which is... insane. It's a common experience for people to try escaping the crushing emptiness they feel, or their worries or the fact they hate themselves, by wasting their days away, I know I'm not the only one that used to do that. When I don't feel right, I like to sleep as much as possible. This way I also eat as little as possible and my brain is too weak to make me feel pain. Then when I'm awake, I spend every second possible online, that way time flies extremely fast and I don't have to actually fully experience the day. I don't actually have to be alive. This is obviously bullshit and does no good, doesn't bring me any sense of relief whatsoever, idk why I keep having this behaviour.
More than being lonely, I think restricting my food intake started my last "bad phase" (idk how to word it). I mean it's biological, brain can't produce happy hormones without proper eating. I don't remember what triggered me so bad for me to seriously try to restrict again, all I know is I didn't lose a significant amount of weight so once again I harm myself for nothing.
Speaking of harm, the scars on my arms are starting to bother me... Or more like they've been bothering me since the beginning of summer. Idk I wish they weren't there or weren't as visible. I used to be secretly proud I cut deep enough for it to scar badly, but now I'm just uncomfortable when wearing a t-shirt. I guess I assume people are judging me, and I don't want to wear the history of my struggles on my body anymore. I know people that matter, people I actually want to interact with don't give a shit. Actually people almost never mention it and I rarely get weird looks, but like I know they saw it and it makes me uncomfortable.
I drink way more than usual but it's okay, I'm in control. I guess I have so many friends that have or had a problem with their alcohol consumption that now I'm very weary of mine. Maybe having had to deal with people I love having blackouts, telling me about wanting to end it, not being able to walk on their own very regularly when I was 15/16 made me very aware of my habits and keeping them healthy now.
That was my little life update !! I don't do them as often as I used to, and I think it's too bad because I love going back to them. Actually, I don't like big chunks of my life not being documented here, I don't like realising I haven't written a letter in three months. I missed chatting with you a lot!
PS: I haven't seen E in so long, she's been away ever since the end of June, and I miss her so so much
XOXO (kisses hugs, picture frame designer drugs) (it's a song... anyways), Cherry
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servin-up-surveys · 2 years ago
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survey #116
(taken february 19th; uploading surveys taken while gone... two more after this!)
Is your bed big enough for two people? Yeah.
Who protects you? My mom. Girt. Dad.
When was the last time you heard someone scream? Yesterday. It was my niece's bday party, and with her having two siblings who also had friends over, there were A LOT of kids in that house.
Who was the last person to call you baby? I think Girt, but it's also very possible that the nurse who works in the lab at my doctor's office called me that the other day when she had to draw my blood. She is THE sweetest woman; she normally calls her patients "ladybug" I've noticed, but I'm quite certain I've heard her say "baby," too.
Why did you last go to the airport? Mom and I drove out to pick up my sister and her family, I think.
Who was the last person to see you in your underwear? My mom.
Have you ever showered with another person? Only as a child. I would absolutely hate to do that as an adult.
Are you in a heterosexual relationship? Well we're cis female x cis male, but I myself am not hetero; I'm pan. But I suppose the relationship itself is hetero.
What are your feelings for your ex-boyfriend? I wish him well - the best, honestly - but don't want anything to do with him.
Do you have a favourite sports player? No, I don't care about sports.
Do you play many online games? Only WoW.
Has anyone ever made fun of the way you pronounced something? Yes, in the case of "breakfast." I have always naturally pronounced it as "breaktfast," and people definitely notice. I don't know why I always add a "t."
Have you ever forged a note for something at school? No.
Do you know anyone who's been adopted? Yes.
Where did you last bleed from? The crook of my elbow from getting blood drawn.
Have you ever had your fortune told? No, I don't believe in that bullshit and I am not funding con artists.
Tell me something really bitchy a relative has done. I'd say disowning and kicking your daughter out of your house because she got pregnant out of wedlock from being drugged and date raped is, you know, SLIGHTLY bitchy.
What does the shirt you are wearing look like? It's a dark gray with colorful letters that say "wild at heart" on the front. It's super soft. Mom got it for me for Christmas and I guess I'm using it as a nightshirt now, because I slept in it last night and found it REALLY comfortable. I've been wearing solely tank tops as tops to bed for many, many years now, so this is new.
What was the last thing that stressed you out or upset you? Thinking too much about my first-ever gyno appointment literally tomorrow.
Have you ever tried avocado toast? I absolutely hate avocados, so no.
Were you ever homeschooled? I was homebound at the very end of middle school. I was going to stay that way, but I decided shortly before high school would start that I wanted to go to public school.
How would you react if your artwork became famous? Cry, in the best way possible.
Would you get your nipples pierced? I've lightly considered it, but most likely not. I've thought of a compromise where I just try to see how I like one, but I don't *think* that's a body part that would look "right" with just one pierced, but what do I know.
How many people know your birthday? Idk. My immediate family (sometimes and sometimes not including my dad; he knows it's in early February but sometimes does blank on the actual date) and Girt do, I know.
What was the most disturbing thing you have ever heard your mother say? This was a VERY long time ago, like I was a young teen or maybe even pre-teen, but she screamed at my sobbing sister that she was a slut. I don't even know if Mom remembers doing this, but I sure as hell do because I could barely believe it came out of her mouth. Also, to defend my sister, she has never in ANY way been a "slut." I very regularly wonder if Ashley has ever forgiven her, because Mom has severely grieved this "rift" she feels between them for well over a decade. She's always sad about how cold she perceives Ash as being towards her.
Do you think your grandmother is/was beautiful? My maternal grandmother was a fucking witch, I don't care how she physically composed herself. I don't even remember how Dad's mom looked.
Do you ever name objects? (i.e. mp3 players, guitars, cars, etc.) No. Well, sometimes still stuffed animals, but not usually anymore.
Do you have a criminal record? No.
Last person you took a nap with? Girt.
Does seeing your mother cry automatically make you feel sad as well? YES. INTENSELY.
Do you think someone likes the same person you like? I mean, it's totally possible. He's a great guy. Although he does mostly stick to himself; besides work and coming to see me, he doesn't really go out places. I know he has a multitude of online/gaming buds, though.
Have you ever used Nair? Yes. It works to some extent, but it's not very practical for me; my leg hair is too long, thick, and dense for Nair to work well. It's gonna take me just as long as shaving normally, and I'm gonna apply layer after layer and just make a mess.
Has a stranger ever offered to buy you a drink? Ew, no.
What was the last thing that you said to one of your siblings? Just some form of goodbye yesterday, I'm sure.
What is the most expensive thing that you’ve purchased that you paid for: My snake. For right now, anyway. The tattoo I want, IF I go to the artist I initially planned, will be more expensive than her. However, I'm in the process of talking to another really good artist that is very popular 'round here because the price the original guy gave me just... seems very overpriced for what I'm getting, it really really does.
Do you eat fast food more than five times a week? Yikes, no.
Have you ever almost drowned? No.
Have you ever learned something shocking about someone through Facebook? Not in a NEGATIVE way, but I was definitely very surprised to learn an old high school friend of mine has donated eggs for the cash. It just surprised me.
What’s the scariest living animal that you’ve petted? A tarantula, at that time. They still sorta creeped me out, so I was a bit apprehensive, but I totally fell in love with her. She was one of the most popular beginner species for how docile they are, and even if she DID bite me, the effects would have been negligible. Don't *pet* tarantulas by the way, their urticating hairs will mess you up, and hers sure did for me! My skin was fuuuucked up, and rose hairs aren't even known to have super aggressive hairs.
What is the funniest or strangest thing you’ve ever heard somebody say in their sleep? Good question. You should ask that to people who sleep with ME, lmao.
Choose one: Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: I hate Snickers, Butterfingers are only okay, but Milky Ways are DIVINE.
Who is your favorite person to hug? Girt!!
What are your plans for next weekend? I'm not doing anything that I know of right now, but I'd like to hopefully do this horse photoshoot that's been in the works, if the weather cooperates and their owner doesn't have work.
When was the last time you had chocolate? I had a cupcake at the party yesterday that was chocolate.
Have you ever gotten in trouble for using a phone in class? No, I honestly never did that.
Have you ever faked sick to get out of something? Oh for sure, especially when in school.
When was the last time you wore a skirt? Oh I have ZERO idea, I had to be a kid.
What colour is your bed sheet? White.
What was the last thing you cooked? I put some fries in the air fryer today.
Are your siblings allergic to anything? Nicole is allergic to latex, I know. Maybe there's other stuff.
Do you know anyone with a pet snake? I have a darling one myself, and I know Mazzy has them as well! I might have other friends that do, but I'm blanking right now.
Has your house ever had a pest infestation? "Infestation" is way too strong of a word, but at an old house, we sometimes had mice issues in the winter months.
Have you ever dated a bad boy? I guess you could call Juan that. That "dating" lasted less than a day, but we definitely had an obvious "thing" beyond that time frame.
Name one favorite thing to do with kids while babysitting. I hate babysitting, but I do like playing especially nostalgic video games with kiddos.
Name one girl’s name that starts with a "J" that you like. Justine. I really do love me some Italian and French girls' names...
Name one boy’s name that starts with a "J" that you like. Uhhh... Jaxson is one.
Have you ever feared that you would be killed? I sincerely feared I was going to in some way be assaulted the last time I was at the mental hospital and confronted the creepiest fucking patient I've EVER encountered during ANY hospital visit. He SHOULD NOT have been on the same wing as regular patients, and boy did the staff like to NOT heavily enforce this very-probable rapist not coming onto the fucking female side, which is SUPPOSED to stay locked and only have the genders join up for groups... This was the most predatory human being I've ever, EVER met and the mere thought of him makes my skin crawl.
Name one thing you liked as a kid. Dinosaurs.
Name something local that you like. We have a snowcone place around here that is SUPER popular because their products are fucking INCREDIBLE. They have an insane variety of combinations, and I promise you've never had a snowcone quite like theirs. It was probably Sara's favorite part about visiting here, lol. They're sadly closed during the colder months, so it's been a real while since I've eaten there.
List one thing you like to do at the lake. Take photographs.
Name five words you like. Serendipity, tranquility, serenity, wunderschön (you never said they had to be English, lol), and bliss.
List five things you need to do soon. I plan on feeding Venus tomorrow, I need to make those damn ads to sell my flute and guitar already, I'd like to finish up at least my photography resume real soon, I sure would love to resume working on the drawing of Sariya I started forever ago, and I need to get back to regularly working on my therapy workbook.
Have you ever been to a metal concert? Not yet; Alice Cooper is classic rock. I ABSOLUTELY want to go to plenty of metal concerts in my lifetime, though.
Do you like the taste of cilantro? I'm pretty sure I do?
What was the last thing to bum you out? I was VERY excited about this temporary food photography job I found on Indeed a few days back because it absolutely sounded doable for me, but it was snagged up quicker than I could finish up my resume...
Do you have a favorite planet? Saturn, closely followed by Jupiter.
What’s a medication that has really helped you? Latuda literally saved my motherfucking life.
Have you ever broken up with somebody? Yeah.
What was the biggest phase you went through when you were younger? Emo, I guess. You could probably argue that I still am, but I juuuust don't care. I have no idea how the label has evolved or anything.
Do you believe in demons? No. Restless/angry spirits, yes, but not demons.
Have you ever seen a spider consume another spider? On video I have, especially when I very regularly watched tarantula YouTubers and they filmed their breeding projects; the females eating the males is very, very common, even though good owners try to intervene if it's reasonable and safe, but that is absolutely not always possible. It's possible I've seen this happen to small spiders irl, but I don't know for sure.
What’s your favorite fruit? Strawberries. I really love kiwi, too, but have it much more rarely.
Have you ever been dehydrated? Oh absolutely. I used to drink basically no water, for a VERY long time.
What is your favorite kind of Cheeto? (spicy, regular, puffs, etc.) The hot crunchy kind are the best. I in general prefer the crunchy ones; the puffy ones get caught in your teeth SO badly. Man, now I want Cheetos, thanks, haha.
Do you have a skincare routine? Not really, but I pretty desperately should with how insanely dry my skin is like, everywhere...
Would you ever donate a kidney to a stranger if applicable? Realistically, I wouldn't. Primarily because what if a family member or close friend needed one? THEN I wouldn't even hesitate, honestly.
Do you have any unusual things wrong with your body? (I have different-length arms and hands for example.) Uhhhh let's see. I know one of my breasts is slightly larger than the other, but that is super common - I think even normal - for women. I also have reason to believe I may have a tilted uterus, but I have no verification of that. Uhhhh maybe there's something else, but idk and I don't feel like thinking forever on this.
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Valentine’s Day
words: 2868 universe: human au characters: virgil, roman, patton; mentions of remus, logan, janus pairings: romantic prinxiety, platonic moxiety, platonic DLAMPR, implied background romantic logicality warnings: none i can think of, just fluff on fluff on fluff a/n: happy late valentines day, everyone! i wanted to have this done on actual valentine’s day but executive dysfunction said no thank you. this fic is dedicated to my amazing girlfriend @katlikethesword. i still can’t believe how lucky i am to be your datemate, and i love you with all my heart. this is my first time writing a prinxiety fic this long, so i hope you like it <3
Virgil had never liked Valentine’s Day. As he often said, it was just another commercial holiday created for big corporations to take advantage of people’s relationships in order to make even more money. It was the same with holidays like Christmas and Halloween, but Valentine’s Day had always stood out to him as the worst of them all. He sometimes wondered if, deep down, he disliked this day in particular because he’d never had someone to spend it with.
That is, he didn’t, until he met Roman.
Virgil never would have guessed he’d fall for someone like Roman. The two had met through the internet, after joining a small Discord server for those who shared an interest in Steven Universe. The two held a sort of rivalry between them at first, arguing almost constantly to the point where the others would grow nervous when they noticed both of them online at once. They didn’t dislike one another, per se, but the fact that their opinions clashed a majority of the time led to conflict more often than not.
After some time— and convincing by the others— the two of them begrudgingly started to get along. Their arguments went from heated debates to playful bouts of banter. Virgil found himself growing fond of his eccentric friend, and began to see him as less annoying and self-absorbed. He instead grew to appreciate his sense of humor, and his eagerness to stand up for his beliefs, and his unrelenting loyalty to those he cared about.
Over time, Virgil’s feelings blossomed into something more than just platonic and he felt himself falling. It had terrified him at first— after all, he’d never had feelings like this toward anyone before. He finally came to terms with it after one fateful night, when a voice call lasted so long that the two of them had ended up falling asleep. After that, there was no turning back. After what felt like forever— in reality, a week— he finally opened up about his feelings, and somehow, by some miracle, Roman reciprocated them.
As a result, the two of them were now in a romantic relationship together. Virgil felt himself fall more and more in love every day. It was the simple things that made him special. Roman often sent him messages containing words of adoration and devotion, and he tagged his boyfriend in Tumblr posts that reminded him of their relationship, or of Virgil in general. Virgil had been hesitant to admit that he was in love with Roman, but he did so eventually. He couldn’t imagine loving anyone else.
Not everything was this easy, though. Roman lived thousands of miles away, too far to come and visit unless he was travelling with his family, which was unlikely considering how unappealing his home state was as a vacation spot and how unlikely it was for his parents to plan a trip there. All they could do was pine hopelessly as they waited until they could finally see one another. It wasn’t uncommon for Virgil to lose himself in daydreams of the day they could finally see each other, when they could finally hold each other, when they could finally be together. Roman sometimes joked that he’d expect the pining to die down when they got together, only for it to double once they actually did, and Virgil couldn’t help but agree. It was hard being so far from the person he cared about. All he wanted was to see his love, to be by his side, to be in his arms, even if only for a little while. Was that really too much to ask?
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When he woke up on February 14, the first thing Virgil did was grab his phone and open Discord to message Roman. When he did, he’d been expecting his boyfriend to have sent him something, anything, but there was nothing. Maybe he’s not awake yet. He hoped that was it. gerard-gay: hey. happy valentine’s day. i miss you. After he sent it, Virgil lay back down, pulling the covers over himself and closing his eyes again. He stayed like that for a few minutes before stumbling out of bed and changing out of his pajamas. He wasted little time in changing into a purple t-shirt, his favorite hoodie, and a pair of dark gray sweatpants. With that done, he headed into the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, then dried it before taking out his makeup kit. He decided to go for a simple look today, complete with the black eyeshadow on his lower lid that he often wore. Satisfied, he left the bathroom and headed into the kitchen.
The first thing he noticed was that his parents weren’t sitting on the couch like they usually were. Panic surged through him as his eyes flitted around the room, looking for some kind of clue. His gaze fell on a bright pink sticky note on the counter. He came over to it and read it. We had to go pick something up. We’ll be home around 1pm. Love you! ~Mom and Dad Virgil sighed in relief. They hadn’t abandoned him after all. They could have told me beforehand, though. He glanced at the clock on the microwave. 8:49. Damnit, I got up too early. At least he had the house to himself for a while.
He made himself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, got out his daily pills, and headed into the living room and set everything on the coffee table. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV, switching it to Netflix and putting on The Office. It wasn’t his favorite show, but it was better than eating in silence. As he ate his cereal, Virgil checked his notifications again. Nothing. He can’t still be asleep, can he? Even on the weekends, Roman was usually awake at around this time. He wasn’t ignoring him, was he?
Virgil soon finished his breakfast and grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, swaddling it around himself. He stayed there for a while, occasionally having to venture out of his cozy cocoon to ensure Netflix that he was, in fact, still watching. As he watched, he kept an eye on his phone for any indication that Roman was alive and hadn’t grown bored of him.
Soon, he felt his phone buzz, and he nearly dropped it as he opened Discord to check the notification. To his disappointment, it wasn’t from Roman. It was instead from Patton, one of their mutual friends. happypappypatton: Happy palentine’s day!
Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle. gerard-gay: happy palentine’s day pat
happypappypatton: How’s your day so far?
gerard-gay: could be better
happypappypatton: Oh no! Why? Did something happen?
gerard-gay: nothing happened gerard-gay: just kinda worried about roman
happypappypatton: Is he okay?
gerard-gay: idk gerard-gay: i messaged him earlier but he didn’t respond
happypappypatton: Oh no, I’m so sorry!
gerard-gay: it’s okay gerard-gay: at least my parents aren’t home gerard-gay: so i get the house to myself😎
happypappypatton: Can I call you and keep you company?
gerard-gay: nah that’s okay gerard-gay: i don’t wanna take time out of your day
happypappypatton: You’re not happypappypatton: Nobody should be alone on Valentine’s day happypappypatton: Pleeeeease??? I want to talk to you!
gerard-gay: okay
happypappypatton: Yay!!
Virgil laughed to himself as he clicked the phone icon. It didn’t even finish ringing once before Patton picked up.
“Hi Vee!”
“Hey, Pat.”
“How’ve you been?”
“In the ten seconds since you last talked to me?” He laughed. “Exactly the same.”
Patton giggled. “Good point.”
“What about you?”
“I’m doing great! You know I love Valentine’s day.”
“I know you do. You and your roommate are having that Palentine’s party this year, right?”
“Yup!”
“I wish I could come,” Virgil half-joked.
“I know, I wish you could too. Just hang in there, we’ve only got a year and a half ‘till you graduate.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m counting the days.”
“Me too,” Patton agreed with a soft laugh. “Has Roman gotten back to you yet?”
“Nope.”
“That’s really weird. I would have thought he’d have sent you a page-long message about how much he loves you and misses you.”
“I know, I thought so too.” He sighed. “Do you think he’s sick of me?”
“No, absolutely not. You know how much Roman cares about you. Besides, even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t just ignore your messages.”
“Yeah, I guess. It would be pretty out of character for him to just ghost me.”
“Ghost you? But it’s not Halloween, it’s Valentine’s Day!”
Virgil groaned. “You couldn’t not make a dad joke, huh?”
“Sorry,” he giggled. “But you gotta admit, that was kinda funny.”
“Meh. It wasn’t your worst work.”
Patton laughed.
“Anyway.”
“Yeah, anyway…”
The two of them were quiet for a moment. “What about the others?” asked Virgil. “Have you talked to ‘em today?”
“Mhm! I DMed everyone earlier. I’m actually talking to ‘em right now.”
“Oh, cool. Are you…” he hesitated before finishing, “talking to Roman?”
“No, he’s the only one who hasn’t said anything. So on the off-chance he’s actually ignoring you, he’s ignoring me too.”
“Has anyone else said anything?”
“Nope. It’s weird, I asked them if they’d talked to him today after you told me he hadn’t been responding, and they all said no.”
“Even Remus?”
“Uh-huh. Apparently he hasn’t even seen him today.”
Virgil started bouncing his leg anxiously. “Okay, now I’m getting kinda scared. Do you think something happened to him?”
“I dunno. Maybe? But Remus would’ve said something about it, right?”
“Yeah, I’d think so.”
“Let’s change the subject,” Patton suggested. “I don’t wanna make you more anxious about this than you already are.”
“Thanks, Pat. How are the others? What are they up to?”
“They’re doing pretty good! Remus is working on a writing project, Janus is playing Stardew Valley, and Logan’s procrastinating on his schoolwork by scrolling Tumblr. Don’t worry, I already scolded him for it.”
Virgil laughed, the mention of Logan reminding him of something. “Ooh, speaking of Logan, are you gonna tell him today?”
“No, not today.”
Virgil was genuinely shocked. “Really? Why not?”
“C’mon, you know him. He sees Valentine’s Day as an excuse for big companies to make a boatload of money.”
“So? I think that too. What does that have to do with you not telling him?”
“It wouldn’t mean anything to tell him today. I don’t even know if I’m ready to tell him yet or not. Besides, he’s got a lot on his plate today, Valentine’s day or not.”
“I get that. Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so pushy. You tell him when you know you’re ready.”
“Thanks, Vee. You didn’t sound pushy, though. I definitely know how frustrating it can be when your friend’s been pining after someone for months on end but they still refuse to do anything about it.“
Virgil laughed. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll stop complaining.”
“I’m not saying you have to. I did my fair share of complaining when y—” Patton stopped abruptly, and Virgil heard a faint voice coming from the other end. “Okay, just gimme a second,” Patton called out, clearly talking to someone else. “I’m so sorry, Vee, I gotta go. Emile promised a couple friends we’d meet them for lunch today and it completely slipped my mind.”
“That’s okay,” Virgil reassured him. “You go have fun, Pat. I’ll be fine by myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. If I get really lonely I can always talk to the others.”
“Okay. Tell me if Roman gets back to you, ‘kay?”
“I will. I’ll talk to ya later.”
“Bye! Love you!”
“Love you too.” Virgil hung up the phone and got up, grabbing his dirty dishes and taking them into the kitchen to wash them. Once he finished, he glanced over at the clock, which read 10:37. Only about two and a half hours until Mom and Dad get home, he thought as he put the dishes away. He left the kitchen, checking his phone again as he headed toward his bedroom. Once again, Roman still hadn’t said anything. He’s definitely awake by now. Had he been right? Had something happened to him? He forced the thought away. He couldn’t let that bother him. Why was it so important, anyway? Today was just another day.
He reached his room and sat down at his desk, turning on his laptop and putting on his headphones. He then opened Spotify and put on the playlist he’d made for Roman the day after they’d gotten together, before switching over to Tumblr and scrolling through his dashboard. He could probably do the exact same thing in the living room, but he preferred the cozier, more familiar atmosphere of his bedroom. Peanut, his cat, climbed up onto his lap and curled up into a ball. Virgil smiled to himself and reached one hand down to scratch him behind the ear. Peanut purred, and Virgil’s smile widened.
He stayed there for a few hours, seeing what everyone on Tumblr was up to today. Every so often, he switched to Discord to see if Roman had replied to him yet, but no such luck. He did his best to ignore his growing worry, focusing instead on the computer in front of him and the cat on his lap. He could be busy today, he reminded himself. His world doesn’t revolve around you.
Soon enough, he heard the familiar rumble of the garage door, followed by the ca-CHUNK of the front door and the clip-clop-clip-clop of his parents’ footsteps. Virgil gently moved Peanut off his lap, which the pale ginger tabby didn’t seem to mind much. “I’m gonna go say hi to Mom and Dad,” he told the cat. “You can come if ya want.” Peanut meowed in response, which made Virgil laugh. He knew his cat couldn’t understand him, but he still found it wildly amusing when he acted as if he did. He crouched down to pat his head a few times before leaving his bedroom and going into the living room. He smiled at his parents when he saw them. “Hey,” he greeted, giving a sort of half-wave.
“Hey, honey,” his mom greeted with a smile.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” added his dad.
“Yeah, you too.” He came over and hugged his parents.
“Have you eaten yet?” his dad wanted to know.
“I did,” he reassured him. “I had a bowl of cereal.”
This satisfied him. “Good.”
“What’ve you been up to?” asked his mom.
“Not much. I had breakfast, called Patton and then went to hang out with Peanut and scroll Tumblr for a bit. What about you guys? What exactly were you picking up?” He glanced around in search of a box or some kind of indication of a possible answer but found none.
“Actually,” answered his mom. “It was something for you.”
Virgil hadn’t expected that. “Oh! I-uh, cool. Thanks.”
“Don’t thank us yet,” his dad told him with a laugh. “Go and see, it’s in the garage.”
“Okay.” He went into the laundry room, where the door to the garage was, with no idea what he was going to find in there. His parents rarely got him big presents, and when they did it was either for his birthday or for Christmas. He had no idea what to expect. He reached the door, turned the handle, and flicked on the lights.
Standing there was a teenage boy with a broad smile. He wore a red hoodie and a pair of ripped blue jeans, and his white sneakers were dirty and worn. Around his neck was a necklace with a gold-colored charm shaped like a crown. He spoke, his voice sounding to Virgil like the most beautiful of songs. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
“ROMAN!” Virgil barreled into him, nearly knocking him over as he threw his arms around him. “Oh my God, you’re actually here. Like, right here. In my garage. How did you even manage to do this?”
“I have my ways.”
Virgil pulled back a little to smirk at him. “You’re just as insufferable in real life as you are online, huh?”
“Well, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me and my insufferableness.”
“Unfortunately.” Virgil gave him a lopsided grin as an indication that he was joking, and an adoring smile crossed his boyfriend’s face. “Is this why you haven’t answered my message?”
“I can’t believe you’re actually here. You actually are here, right? This isn’t some practical joke?”
“It’s not a joke. I wouldn’t do that to you. Well, maybe I would, but not on a day like today. Not on Valentine’s Day.”
The two were quiet for a few moments, just taking in one another’s presence. Virgil was pretty confident that he would willingly stay here forever if he could.
“Well, now that you’re here, what do you want to do first?” Virgil asked, finally breaking the silence.
Roman gave Virgil the playful smirk he’d only ever imagined before. “I think I have an idea.” He rested a hand on his cheek and leaned in, and Virgil felt his heart soar as he and Roman shared their long-awaited first kiss.
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gyllenhaalstories · 4 years ago
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GRATITUDE & ATTITUDE — THANKSGIVING WITH RAPPER!JAKE HEADCANONS.
anonymous asked:  what would rapper jake be like at Thanksgiving?
warnings: confused canadian tries to understand american thanksgiving, multiple mentions of food/eating, daddy kink, brief mentions of smut (as usual).
notes: i apologize if i’m not representing thanksgiving properly, i tried to do as much research as possible though! for those who don’t have this holiday/don’t associate with the religious aspects of it (like me!), this is pretty much focused on family gatherings and food, so you’re good! i found the gifs in a gif hunt and idk who made them, i’m sorry i can’t credit the creators. i was listening to mirrorball by taylor swift and glee’s let’s have a kiki/turkey lurkey so... yeah don’t vibe with me this time! happy thanksgiving to everyone who celebrate it! <3
food. this holiday was about food and nobody could tell rapper!jake otherwise.
the mountain of grocery bags and produce in the kitchen proved his point. he was determined to turn into all of those friendly people he watched on food network. you know, the kind eyed grandmas and the men with funky glasses? he even got an aprin. and new oven mits in which his hands actually fit. he had all of the recipes printed out on paper, then taped on the cabinets’ doors. he had the biggest smile on his face.
“when we’ll have kids, imma cook them yummy dinners every night.” he greeted you with this promise when you walked in the kitchen, rubbing your tired eyes.
you checked the clock on the microwave. it was 8: 20 am.
jake caught up on your confusion. “i waited in the parking lot to be the first person there as they open, ordered all the food online last night when you were sleeping. i picked up a cute table center piece on my way back. isn’t it lovely?”
lovely. that’s not a word he used often.who was this man and where was your boyfriend?
you turned your head and found a very autumn looking arrangement of candles and wood and other golden elements. you nodded slowly, approving of his choice.
you turned your heels, ready to go back to bed and ignore the upcoming chaos in the kitchen as lil chef jakey-jake was about to cook for an entire army.
“don’t you wanna be a good girl and help daddy cook for your parents?”
soon enough you two were wearing matching aprins, you had jake’s hands printed in flour on your butt as he fed you slices of apple while putting the pie together.
it was barely two in the afternoon and everything was ready or finishing to cook. jake made sure to let you taste test everything. he didn’t want you to be too full, so he let you snack on some froot loops around lunch time. he couldn’t deal with a hangry hostess, tonight was too special for that!
you started to yawn and get cranky and quite frankly, he was not doing any better.
“let’s nap before we feast like royalty” he suggested.
you cleaned the kitchen at the speed of lightning.
jake grabbed your hand and pulled you upstairs. he tucked you in. you spooned him, hiding your hands under his t-shirt to keep them warm as you too quickly fell asleep. he was too exhausted to laugh at your cold fingers toasting against his skin.
the alarm ran so loud that jake jumped off the bed (he caught himself before falling on the floor).
“wake up, buttercup.”
you earned a kiss on your temple, basically the only corner of skin exposed from under the blankets.
you growled in response, missing the warmth of his body.
“oh, is that so? you’re not gonna let daddy make you feel good in the shower?”
won’t you look at that, your pyjama was tossed on the floor, steam was leaving the glass shower and your back was pressed against the tiles as jake held you up and fucked into you, slow and deep.
“stuffin’ you up so good” jake laughed, as both of you were close to your release.
you exploded in laughter, jake echoing your gleeful giggles. he went to rub your sensitive clit and a few seconds later, you were screaming out his name.
the two of you got dressed. he wore a black shirt. you wore something that matched. you put on light makeup and perfume as jake watched your reflection on the steamy mirror, his arms wrapped around your waist.
“tonight is going to be perfect.” you reassure him, making him grin.
the door bell rang and jake ran down the stairs. he let you fix his rebellious collar and press a kiss on the tip of his nose.
the door slammed open. “mom, dad! so good to see you!” jake greeted your parents, remembering how you introduced them to him the first time.
another wave of laughter. jake noticed that you had the same happy wrinkles at the corner of your eyes as your mother. he loved that new detail about you.
“gather around, the food is ready!” jake said and your mom offered to help him serve the plates. he accepted, thankful for an extra pair of hands.
the table was quickly covered with mashed potatoes, chicken (he didn’t want to roast a whole turkey for the four of you), roasted veggies, salad, gravy, bread and basically everything you could think of (he kept the froot loops on the counter in case you didn’t like his newfound recipes).
jake buttered a slice of bread for you, earning a smile from your father.
you gave him a bite of stuffing and the two of you laughed at his cheesy dirty talk from earlier.
jake leaned closer to your ear, when your parents discussed some encounter with wild turkeys they had on their way home. it was picturesque, but jake’s words snapped you out of this reverie.
“all the food is good, but your pussy’s still my favourite flavour.”
you choked on your sip of hot apple cider for a quick second.
this man had no shame.
rapper!jake started to talk to your dad about the hockey season. and to your mom about the carrot cake recipe he found that he wanted to make with her.
you blinked away a happy tear.
the rest of thanksgiving dinner went smoothly. you guys went to watch television, some old scenes of charlie brown were playing. jake switched to music instead, the smooth jazz of louis armstrong brought your dad to invite you for a slow dance around living room. jake did the same with your mother.
eventually, you tried to switch partners and your dad ended up dancing with jake. they both went all in, suddenly thinking they were in a royal ballroom.
it was after the four of you stopped laughing that your mother suggested they drove back home.
it had started to snow outside, pretty hard.
“why don’t you stay? we have a guest room.”
the we made you feel all happy inside. it was jake’s house, he worked so hard to afford it. yet, he considered it yours too.
“we don’t want to bother the lovebirds!” your mom tried to deny the invitation.
“family is never a reason to be bothered.”
these words came from jake.
the same jake who, not too long ago, didn’t even speak to his own family. he didn’t want to have anything to do with them.
the same jake who was about to break down at the thought of meeting your parents.
the same jake who thought would never have a family of his own.
your parents smiled and thanked the both of you.
jake gave your dad some merch and sweatpants for sleep wear. your mom took your favourite pyjama set.
they were fast asleep.
and you thought jake would be too, after such an exhausting day of running around.
“what are you thinking about, my love?” you asked.
jake shrugged, moving his arm so you could snuggle up against him. you rested your head on his naked chest. the beat of his heart was peaceful, almost enchanting.it was your favourite musi.
“we didn’t say what we were thankful for.” he remembered the essential tradition of thanksgiving.
“then say it now.” you chuckled softly.
“i’m thankful for you,” he poked your nose, making you scrunch it adorably. “thankful i get to see you smile, get to hug you and kiss you, get to sing to you until you sleep...”
he kept going with millions of other details.
“i’m thankful for the wonderful human that you are, jacob.”
strangely, he was both tearing up and getting a boner at the same time. you can’t blame him, there’s something very hot about being open and vulnerable.
you moved on top of him, trailing kisses on his jawline and neck, on that sweet spot that drove him wild right under his ear. you painted his collarbone with more kisses.
your pace slowed down, your body was falling against his.
he wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were safe and sound as he heard you snoring slightly.
he laughed through his nose, not bothering to turn the lamp off.
he opened his mouth one last time that evening, to whisper those three magical words:
“i love you.”
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wsgeon · 3 years ago
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hey everyone! ummm this is peyton (also the mun of lee hyeon) taking a second shot at a second character — i have a lot of muse for this one, so i swear he’ll be around for a while… 🥵 this is ryu geon, yes his name rhymes with hyeon’s & no i do not care ♥️ he’s the lead guitarist/vocalist of meta and also the son of a former nobody rockstar, but i’ll get into all that below! like this post if you’d like for me to come into your ims to plot, click the read more for more info on geon, and/or click here to be taken to his pages: CAREER, DOSSIER, PINTEREST.
HISTORY.
born in autumn ‘97 to a “budding rockstar” (translation: “no yeah i swear our band’s really starting to take off, we sold twenty-three tickets to our last show!”) & a woman with commitment issues ♥️ geon’s dad always told him that his mom left because she had some dire matters that needed to be taken care of and SWORE that she cried the last time she held her dear baby boy, but all of his dad’s bandmates say that she was just some groupie and had to be persuaded into carrying her child to term… who can say for sure?
naturally, there are no pictures of this mystery woman. there was one (1) of her holding infant geon, but then he found out that that was actually a sound tech who worked for his dad’s band… and he just never corrected geon’s assumptions LOLLLL
anyway! he was always really close to his dad, considering they were a two-person family. he has a set of grandparents, an aunt and a couple cousins but they were never involved with geon’s life because his dad is the #blacksheep of the family. geon and his dad against the world, am i right?
uhhh geon was also kind of a black sheep growing up, but he didn’t really notice? he was a happy kid, very energetic and enthusiastic. a lot of adults in the area looked down on him & his dad, but he was SOOOO blind to it because his dad’s a god in his eyes and HE’S always been nice to everyone, so why would they not like him??? because his clothes smelled a little like dad’s cigarette smoke??? big deal
wasn’t troublesome (beyond talking too much), but a lot of people still expected bad things from him :/ “his father’s a dirtbag, i’ll be surprised if that boy doesn’t end up in jail by 20”, “he won’t amount to anything without a proper role model in his life”, “his dad is teaching him how to slack off”, “he won’t contribute anything to society”, etc. he kindaaa picked up on this as he got older but pretended not to because it was more rewarding to play dumb and keep being a good kid(tm) to prove them wrong
was basically a mini version of his dad. same style, similar features, birthmarks in the same places, same “live today, die tomorrow” approach in life, same affinity for singing & playing rock music. ummm he loved his dad a lot. a lot. a lot. wanted to make him proud SO BAD, started his first band when he was 15 and they sucked so bad but his dad was their biggest fan… you know how it is. a lot of people misunderstood him, but he was a very good guy and such a great parent
TW DEATH unfortunately he passed away just shy of geon’s 18th birthday and your boy still hasn’t forgiven the world for taking his dad when he was in the middle of his angsty teen phase — had he known that their time together was dwindling, he would’ve been so so so much better to him END TW
his dad’s band actually rocketed into the charts after he passed & suddenly they were getting loads of publicity, lots of “what a shame that he went under-appreciated” which pissed geon off SOOOO bad because why couldn’t they have had that energy when he was still alive? he’s still mad about it five/six years later
this is getting kinda long, so uhhh tl;dr, he ended up staying with the drummer of his dad’s band until he was old enough to live alone/READY to live alone, but he changed quite a bit. was really going through it, quit his band, stopped putting effort into school. barely graduated. went from being a social butterfly spending every weekend at a gig or with friends to spending all of his time on a pc or in front of a tv, playing console games. the internet comforted him when nobody else would/could and then he met the future members of meta <33333333 #newbeginnings
present day geon is still struggling, has to go to counseling bi-weekly but he’s coming back out of his shell! he wants to fall in love with life again, just wants to tread carefully... outgoing & will talk to absolutely anyone, but he still spends most of his time alone. hard to reach by text, so if you wanna talk to him, you better call/facetime LMAO. talks a mile a minute, especially if you get him going abt something he really likes. laughs a lot, smiles a lot, more habitual than actual signs of happiness but yk. ummm he has a really loud voice, mostly controlled nowadays but he still gets carried away sometimes. an absolute menace during long drives/flights, sorry meta.
funny but only when he’s in large groups. feeds off of other peoples’ energy, really good at reading a room and breaking the ice/making everyone comfortable, but if you meet him 1-on-1, none of his jokes land quite the same.
i envision him as being the kind of guy who carries himself in such a way that you’d assume he’s really popular/out of reach/maybe even full of himself, but he’s... not like that... at all... in fact, he’s kinda irritating when you get to know him. the personification of a flood followed by a drought and vice versa, always either too much or not enough. gets used/ghosted/dropped/dumped/whatever a lot because he’s soooo fun in the moment (if he isn’t in his feelings), but draining long-term.
really emotionally intelligent, in touch with his feelings in a way that a lot of people never thought he would be (probably thanks to counseling tbh). he’s very very rarely the type of person who will make you wonder what your place in his life is — he’s communicative, kind, honest. ummm he thinks that intimacy between friends needs to be more common, so he’s really affectionate with the people in his life. type of guy to tell you he loves you every chance he gets (calling you when he’s drunk, sounding like a clingy ex type beat) & greet you/depart with a hug. losing his dad kinda fucked him up in the way that he won’t leave/hang up until his friends say “i love you” back, gets kinda (re: very) upset if he’s denied that and/or a hug.
TRIVIA.
has been playing the guitar “longer than he’s been walking” (not really, but he swears it’s true).
uhhh he really likes nail art, but he’s kinda hesitant in what he tries? mainly sticks to black polish (or other plain colors), but sometimes he’ll get little designs added in as well. mainly does it himself because he still doesn’t feel comfortable in salons... if his work looks bad, leave him alone <3 he’s trying
inspired by people like kurt cobain, nicky wire, yungblud, billie joe armstrong & damiano david in the fact that he’s not against wearing dresses or skirts on stage. doesn’t do it ALL the time, but often enough that it doesn’t go unnoticed. some people say that he does it for attention because he doesn’t dress like that elsewhere and tbh they’re probably kinda right
interested in history (only SOME... dinosaurs, ancient civilizations, specialized areas like the history of circuses/clowns/skateboarding/punk, stuff like that yk), stand-up comedy & documentaries. could spend a whole day watching documentaries and would say he had fun, has a lot of useless knowledge that nobody gives a fuck about and is kinda dumb when it comes to things that matter
when it comes to music, he prefers playing really fast and heavy rock or punk over anything else, but he actually listens to a lot more soft indie on his own time... he’s too tense these days to be listening to anything else RIPPP
the vibe: homemade tie-dye, ripped slipknot t-shirts, frosted tips, neon crocs with alien & peace-sign charms, chipped black nail polish, calloused hands, cheesy pick-up lines used NOT to land a date but to pull a smile, driving until he’s lost, stupid socks paired with pressed suits, dramatic poetry in an iphone note, etc. 
PLOT IDEAS.
people he met through online support groups about coping with grief
uhhh an on & off relationship that’s been going for who-knows-how-long. the reason for this is up for discussion, but i imagine that he hasn’t given up yet because the constant highs and lows are a good source of inspo 🤪 artists must suffer for their art!
opposite side of the coin — someone he’s interested in, but he’s NOT disloyal so it’s a pattern of persistent courting when he’s single vs intense friend-zoning when he’s not and they’re getting tired of trying to figure out what he wants from them
someone else who likes nail art & can convince him that NOBODY cares if he goes to a salon
someone (probably female but doesn’t really matter tbh) who feels like his feminism is entirely performative… maybe they attack him directly for it or maybe they just REALLY don’t like him and they’re super vague about it idk. either way, please tell him that activism is much more than recommending one female artist a year and saying “clothes have no gender 🤪” so he can be praised for the bare minimum (his heart is in the right place but his skull is empty)
someone super introverted who comes out of their shell with geon! uhhh maybe they think that he’s the one doing them a favor, but in reality spending time with them has been doing wonders for his mental health
other people who like to skate. let’s congregate at the local skatepark and scare the middle schoolers away
someone who inspires him musically, for whatever reason. lots of late nights in studios, idly strumming his guitar and writing lyrics that definitely aren’t about how their eyes look in these dim lights… umm maybe he thinks he has a crush on them but really doesn’t and ends up hurting them eventually, maybe he really DOES have a crush but will (probably) never do anything abt it or maybe it’s entirely platonic and he just admires them a ridiculous amount
someone who likes to make music as a hobby, prob won’t publish/release any of it but it’s fun to imagine. spontaneous meetings with geon in the middle of the night, recording songs together and keeping the WORST takes for the laughs. there’s probably a diss-track of them going in on each other floating around somewhere even though geon can’t rap for shit
night owls who keep him company on the phone, even if they can’t be there physically. them talking really quietly vs geon shouting at them while he plays games LMAO
gaming buddies. come over, maybe you can carry geon through his game of the week or you can both fail but have fun while you’re at it… or you can scream while he fends off that hoard of zombies behind you
i’m typing this at the last minute (literally) so i’m gonna stop here, but i will get a proper plots page put up asap with a wider variety of connections!!! but as always, please do let me know if you have any other ideas. i’m always happy to plot and write with you all 🌚
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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago
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Show Me How You Like It
Kinktober Day 12 ~ kink: pegging
pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader
warnings: cursing, smut
word count: 3,850
a/n: this is for @lady-bakuhoe .... oh god, i did so much research for this because ive never tried pegging, but idk....might need to convince someone oneday. also, new season?????? im literally shaking because the first episode was so pure,,,,,but this season,,,,,ohmy
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“Do you want to try it?”
Being married was something you thought of as unimaginable. Marriage and you didn’t ever seem to go hand in hand. Not that you didn’t want to get married at some point in your life. You never expected anyone to want you for the rest of your life.
You met Kirishima Eijirou in middle school. As you were best friends with Ashido Mina. You often noticed the shy dark-haired boy always watching on your friend group. You remember going to the U.A. entrance exam and sitting between Mina and Kirishima. The written exam you listened to Mina curse under her breath, and Kirishima shakes as he filled out his sheet.
You remember looking at the field he was then placed in for the practical exam. Sighing when you saw the three of you were then scattered everywhere. You had wished him luck! His cheeks turning pink as he stammered back good luck as you and Mina took off to get dressed. You didn’t know much about him besides that he was shy and very sweet, but you hoped he did well! The next month, the three of you called to the principal's office. You were absolutely astonished to see that Kirishima had gotten in as well! The three of you would be going on to U.A. together!
After ending middle school, you didn’t see him again until orientation. Except, he was different. A good different. His hair stylized, large spikes, and bright red. It was attention-grabbing, demanding even, but his face was still as sweet as ever. Kind and loving.
The first year flew by. Near-death experiences with him formed a bond with him that you never knew would manifest. The three of you--Mina, Kirishima, and you--were close. Buddies, but sometimes, if you were being honest, your eyes would stay on him for a bit too long.
Your heart hammered when he went out for his internship, scared he’d come back scared. Your eyes locking on his flexing muscles, and Mina’s sharp laughter pulling you back to reality. The way he was reckless and shield the class from attacks. Because he was a shield, and he could take it. The way he would catch you in his arms. Those black sleeves were so soft, making you squeak as you were now distracted from your own battle. His toothy grin sucking you in as he made a cute comment about getting there on time. His warm large hands on your body as he placed you down, encouraging you to finish the villain.
There was the night you found yourself knocking on his door. Tears brimming your eyes because you needed to be in someone's arms and Mina was asleep. He took you in without you even asking. Taking you to his bed as he wrapped you in his blanket. His voice apologizing about the state of his room. Apologizing because his blanket wasn’t that soft, and you deserved a softer one. He seemed to panic around his room, setting up a kettle for tea, all while you stared at his blushing face. His cheeks bright enough to match his hair as you stood up from the bed and wrap your arms around him. Your words are weak as you ask him to hold you because that was all you needed. You fell asleep in his arms, your head on his chest as he smiled at you. Lips pressing to your forehead.
It wasn’t until your second year did you do something about your feelings. Your eyes on Kirishima as he was joking around with Kaminari over Bakugou’s fuming head. You felt yourself walking over, no plan in mind. The girls staring at you as you went, muffled screams because they could tell what was coming.
You didn’t ask, only grabbing Kirishima’s wrist and pulling him so that he could look at you. His face went from grinning, to shock, to a blush erupting to cover his entire face as he realized it was you. His hand slamming against the back of his neck as he apologized for something. Not that it was actually needed. His lips were so pretty, and you were sick of him not being yours. Your hands fisted into the shirt of his collar and brought his lips to yours. Your first kiss with Kirishima a slamming force. You clenched your eyes as your lips pressed against his, and you felt him stiffen against you.
His quirk going off and you pull away, lips stinging because of his mishap.
The screams of the girls were loud, Kaminari’s seemed louder, and Bakugou was laughing loudly. Kirishima returns to normal his face turning redder than his hair as he apologizes. Kirishima admits he likes you so much, and you caught him completely off guard.
So with a breathy laugh, you pull him in close once again and seal your lips over his.
The kiss makes you dizzy as he holds you tightly. His finger gripping your waist as if you would crumble between his fingers.
So the two of you began dating. Four years of a very serious and committed relationship had your heart soaring. The two of you were each other first’s for many things. There was never heartbreak between the two of you. Fights were always avoided, the two of you always talking before things escalated. So it was no surprise on the night before your fifth anniversary, the two of you home in your sweats, did he propose.
You cried, screaming at him for proposing when you looked like this. Kirishima cried as he stayed on his knee, a sparkling ring in his fingers.
“That’s not an answer,” Kirishima says, as you cover your face. Sobs refusing to stop as you shake your head overwhelmed. “A-Are you not ready?”
“EI!” You bawl as you stumble to your feet, and throw yourself into his strong arms. “YOU’RE SO DUMB! Yes, I’ll marry you! Every day for the rest of my life if I could!”
The two of you spent the rest of that night in each other's arms. Tears intermingling on your cheeks as you expressed your love for one another.
Your wedding was unimaginable, intimate, and wondrous.
So here the two of you were. Six months into marriage on your day off he asked to try something new. Your guy’s sex life definitely was not vanilla. Both of you sported your favorite kinks and positions, and you incorporated them into bed. Today he asked something that you never thought you’d hear. So without judging you uttered those words.
“I’d like to try pegging, one day. I just--I don’t know--I feel like I need to try it out!” Kirishima says, scratching his cheek as you laugh.
“Well, I think we should definitely try it out! I hear it’ll be super enjoyable for you.” You agree as you stand up. “Do you want to order it online or go to a sex shop?”
Kirishima sighs as you take a seat on his lap, and his hands rest on your hips. It’s muscle memory at this point as you kiss his cheek. “If the store is open, let’s go?”
“It’s only three in the afternoon, Ei. It’s open.” You laugh as you kiss his flaming cheeks. Kirishima sighs as he stands up from the chair, his arms wrapping around your legs as he carries you.
“No need to be mean!” He pouts, and you laugh as you pepper kisses against his lips as he walks towards your home’s entrance. “I just hope we don’t run into fans again…”
“Hey!” You laugh as he slips on your shoes all while holding you still. “It’s their damn fault for thinking we don’t have kinky sex… or sex at all.”
“You didn’t let me smash for a whole year.” Kirishima laughs as he shifts you in his arms so that he’s holding you piggyback style. You laugh as he puts on his own shoes. Your limbs tightening around his body for support as he’s leaning down.
“It’s because you kept telling me to smash, and the first time it happened you pulled out Super Smash Bros.”
“You’re telling me you denied me for a whole year because of that?!”
“EIJIROU, YOU LITERALLY MADE ME PANIC SO HARD! The girls and I went out to buy me lingerie and everything!!”
“You’re telling me this now? Sorry, y/n, sounds fake.” Kirishima laughs as he stands up, and begins your journey out.
Eventually, you slide off his back, and he takes your hand into his own. The two of you talking as you walk down the streets of your city as you enter the sex shop. You went were you remembered where the strap on dildos and harnesses were. Kirishima, however, seems frozen as you pick out a sturdy harness. It was black and rather daunting as you handed it to Kirishima.
“You get to pick the dildo.” You say, looking at the collection they had.
“T...This is a lot more than what I was expecting.” Kirishima gulps as his hands rake through his flat hair. “Is there a one size fits all?”
You snort at you shake your head, “No, baby. Just like there are no two dicks alike, you have to choose. We can always start with the thinnest one?”
“Yeah. That sounds right.”
You grab a thinner dildo and choose the bright red one. “For my Red Daddy Riot?” You ask, a burst of bubbling laughter in your throat as Kirishima tosses his head back.
“That was one time!”
“It still happened, and you liked it!”
The two of you laughed together as you bought the two things. Even taking pictures with the person at the register because he was in love with you two. Besides that, the two of you left back home.
Steps quick to try it out. Breathing picking up as you reached the house.
Kirishima’s lips were over yours as soon as the front door closed behind him. His strong arm keeping you on his hips as his other one held the black bag.
“Wow, you’re impatient.” You moan against his lips, as you kick your shoes off.
“It’s the nerves.” Kirishima sighs as he walks towards the bedroom, your lips gliding against his.
Your fingers tug at his hair without care, his heavy pants making you grin. You knew his body as well as you knew his own, and hair-pulling always lit a fire under him. Your back pressed into the mattress, and your breathing increases as he shifts. His shirt pulling off his head. You pull away and watch as his scarred chest heaves.
You sit up, your lips pressing light kisses against every scar. Every bruise. Every impurity. Your lips were hot against his skin, and Kirishima’s wordless praises stirred you on. Your hands grabbed his shorts. Without him even realizing it, you’ve removed his shorts, and have him on the bed in two-fluid movements.
“Is the lube, fuck, is the lube in the box?” Kirishima asks as your lips suck the crook of his neck.
You nod your head as you remove your own shirt, and his hands squeeze your breasts. You hiss at the sensation, your hips involuntarily moving as well. Kirishima’s gasping breathes stir you on as you feel his arousal pressing into your ass. “Are you ready?” You ask, your nails running up and down his abs. You know he likes the teasing of the sensation, and he nods his head as you pull away.
Kirishima watches you from the bed as you strip off your shorts. You’re wearing a nice set already, a deep maroon bra and matching thong piece. It wasn’t lingerie. But the color of red against your skin made Kirishima moan as you pull out the lube from your box of other goods. His heart feels like it’s hammering in his throat as you open the harness.
Your eyes locked on his own, a smile on your face as you slip your legs through the ties. Fastening them all tight around your thighs as you spin around for Kirishima when it’s done. It’s tight enough that you feel comfortable, but not loose enough for it to fall off ever. Kirishima groans, his body falling onto the bed as you place the dildo into the harness. Why did you look ravishing like that?
Kirishima feels you climbing onto the bed, your hair tickling his cheeks as you lean down. “On your knees, Red Daddy Riot.” You whisper into his ear, your teeth nibbling his earlobe.
“You’re the worst.” Kirishima groans as he does as commanded, slipping his underwear off. Your teeth bite your lower lip as you stare at his ass. This was a new angle, and it was one you very much enjoyed. Hell, if you looked this hot, it was no wonder why Kirishima loved doggy style. You could see the sharp lines of his body, the muscles rippling in his nervousness. His ass looking firm and delicious as you shuffle closer. A sigh leaving your lips as you rejoice in him being the perfect height for you to peg him.
“I’m going to start with my fingers first.” You inform Kirishima who nods his head.
“Be gentle at first?”
“Like a flower.” You promise as you grab the lube, rubbing a very healthy amount on your index finger and middle finger. “Ready?”
His nod is weak but sure of his request.
So with as much precaution as you can, your index finger slides past his tight hole. You ease it in as Kirishima lets out a string of curses, his body trembling as he almost falls onto his forearms. Your tongue pokes out, unsure if it was okay to savor the way he was feeling or to be actually concerned.
“Does this feel good, baby?” You ask as your finger curls.
“Y-Yes, oh my god, princess…” Kirishima pants as he thrusts his hips out towards you.
Your finger makes it all the way in, and Kirishima cries out your name as you begin to move it back out. Your finger now slowly beginning to thrust into him. Your hips shifting in the excitement in the way he shakes. His chest falling to the mattress as you continue thrusting into him. Kirishima’s moans stirring you on as you add another finger.
H makes audible gawking noise. You chuckle as your free hands trail up and down his muscular thigh. Your hand moves up his inner thigh and then grasps his hard cock. Kirishima’s pleasure and pained moans filling the room as you stroke his length. “You’re taking my fingers so good, baby.” You groan against his rippling back muscles. “I hope this feels as good as you look.”
Kirishima spasms as your nails gently tease the walls of his hole. His nearly shrieking gasps turn you on further. Your hand that is moving down his length his fisting him as you go. A sadistic smile on your face as his cries continue. His body trembling. Your fingers moving in a wave-like function as he gasps prettily.
Your cunt is now throbbing at the sight of your husband like this. The dom in you bleeding out as you remove your fingers from his hole. Your other hand releases his twitching cock as you pull back. Kirishima’s pleading gasps making you laugh as you slap his ass.
“Don’t worry,” You say grabbing the lube and placing a large amount onto the dildo. “I’m not done with you quite yet.”
Kirishima whimpers softly, the noise music to your ears as your lips press against his ass.
“You’re doing so well.” You whisper as you press the head of the red dildo onto his hole, not yet inserting it. Your grin widening as Kirishima rocks his hips, wanting you to thrust in already. “I’m going to put it in now, and I don’t want to hear a single moan, groan, cry, or word.” You warn.
Kirishima’s husky voice lets out a whine, and you shiver at the feeling as you move your hips forward. The head of the dildo sinking into his awaiting hole.
“You didn’t make a sound, I’m impressed. Are you okay, my love?” One of your hands moving up to rub soothing circles on his back as you pressed deeper inside him. Kirishima replied with a weak head nod. Rutting his hips back into you as you entered completely inside him. You wait a moment as his heavy pants let you know he’s still adjusting. Your thighs twitch with your anticipation, and you want nothing more than to thrust into him. The pool of heat within you intensifies as Kirishima drops to his chest.
“I-I’m ready.” He asserts, and you smirk, your hand coming down heavily onto his ass.
“Are you ready to feel how good I am with my cock?” You tease, and Kirishima laughs, his head nodding.
“Show me how you like it.” Kirishima staggers as your hips roll into his ass.
A shriek of pleasure leaves his lips as you begin pushing your hips against his ass. Your pace a lot faster than it probably should have been. You began to buck your hips against him, admiring in the way Kirishima moans loudly. His hips moving to meet yours. You grinned as you landed another hard smack on his ass, expecting a raw noise in response. Your face lits up when your husband sinfully moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he pants. Your fingers continue running across his soft skin as you watched it redden under your touch. Your handprint was evident in its shape.
“Please, baby, more!” Kirishima gasps as you shift your hips slightly. His back arching as he clutches the fabric between his fingers. You laugh, your head leaning to press a kiss against his spine.
“Kami, you look so damn pretty when you’re crying for me.” You moan, uncaring about your sloppy thrusts for the moment. The way Kirishima is so responsive to your actions is stirring you on. You’re positive that you’ll be coming as soon as he touches you later. You grip his hips, angling your body so that you’re thrusting into him at a better angle. Trying to desperately find that angle that will make his eyes roll to the back of his head. To find the angle that will make him scream and drool. The loud and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips, lets you know you found his prostate. You continue in at that angle, the same power and depth as the rawness of his voice send chills down your spine.
Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your husband’s continuous whimpering stirring you on. Your right-hand leaves his waist, moving to grasp his still rock hard cock in your grasp. “Oh, poor baby,” You coo. “Does your cock need to come?” You pant, the action of your thrusting hips making you sweat.
“Yes, fuck, baby yes!” Kirishima shouts, his face burying into the mattress as you massage his length up and down. Your hips are relentless against his ass as you continue fucking him. Your laughs nearly inaudible at the sight of him still fucking himself against you.
“What if I don’t want you to come yet.” You pout, your fingers leaving his length, your hips stilling.
“Please let me come, baby, please!” Kirishima pants his hips unapologetic as he continues pushing against the strap-on. You giggle, taking his cock back in your hand. Your arousal slicking against your thighs as you continue.
You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, and it shows. Your hips are thrusting harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your hand fisting along his length, his leaking precum covering your hand. Kirishima’s spluttering shouts fueling your inner lust. His body convulses under your manipulation.
Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going as his hole tightens around the dildo.
“Y/N, FUCK!”
Your hand covered instantly in his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hand continues stroking his length. His fluids continuing to come out in his heavy load. Your thrusting stops, and with a sigh, you pull away. Falling down on your ass as Kirishima collapses. His eyes locked on you as you lick his come off your hands.
“You’re super hot like that.” You inform Kirishima as you shift towards his heaving body to press a kiss to his lips. “I didn’t think you would be so into it.”
You slide off the bed, taking off the harness and letting it fall to the ground as you groan. You remove your panties and show Kirishima just how fucking wet they were. “Just in case you weren’t sure how turned on I was.”
You take off your bra as you crawl back onto the bed, Kirishima turning onto his back as you straddle his torso.
“You still need to come, huh?” Kirishima states. A low hiss escaping his mouth at feeling your throbbing wet cunt against his hips.
“Yeah, I do.” You sigh your fingers teasing your breasts as your husband leans up. His lips pressing against the underside of your breasts. Your head drops back as you feel content. “Are you gonna help me out, or am I going to be forced to fuck you by myself?”
You shriek as you’re on your back, looking up at Kirishima who is trailing his heavy and hot hands down your figure. You moan at the feeling of his teeth biting against your neck. His sharp teeth sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll know how I felt that entire time,” Kirishima promises, his finger entering your aching core.
“Give it to me, Red Daddy Riot.”
“...I’ll leave.”
“No! You know that I’m only tea--OHMYGOD!”
Kirishima has his once again hard cock slamming into your throbbing pussy. His voice snarling at the sensation as his hands bring your legs over his shoulders. “Now shut up, and let daddy show you how to fuck properly.”
You can’t even tease him as he begins jackhammering into you. Your head slamming into the mattress as a shriek rips through your throat.
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im-whatchamccallit · 4 years ago
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Who Are You//Optional Bias
Requested: No
Pairing: Optional Bias x Reader
Genre: Barely fluff but also barely angst
Warning: Poorly written (I’ve never done an optional bias writing before and it was lowkey a struggle lol)
Words: 1.4k
Key: (Y/b/n) = Your bias name, (Y/b/s/n) = Your bias’ stage name, (Y/b/g) = Your bias group
(A/N: Idk if I’ll include this in the masterlist, mainly because I’d have to put it for each group, but I also might just because I’d feel unethical not doing it lol)
You anxiously smoothed your silk dress shirt before entering the café, eyes wandering to find a man fitting the vague description your friend gave you. ‘He’ll be in a grey shirt with kinda dark hair, unless he dyed it again, but you’ll know him when you see him. Just ask for Danny.’ You sighed, continuing to look around cautiously, not seeing anyone in grey or wildly colored hair and believing you’d been stood up, maybe because he got an equally ridiculous description as the one your friend gave you and didn’t bother looking.
You didn’t like the idea of blind dates. You’ve only ever heard horror stories of being introduced to a complete stranger with the descriptions given by their mutual friends exaggerated to peak interest. You weren’t afraid that your date wouldn’t be attractive or anything, you just didn’t want to end up in an uncomfortable situation with someone you’d never want to see again. But you’ve been single since your freshman year of college, and your friends have been begging you to get a love life for the sake of your (their) sanity. So here you were, scoping out the shop for a guy your roommate so desperately wanted you to meet, and still managing to come up short.
You were ready to leave until a plain grey t-shirt caught your eye, your eyes trailing to his obviously unnatural hair color and defined face. He was fucking gorgeous, but the fact he was sitting with someone else, laughing and taking sips from their drinks made you nervous that he wasn’t who you had to meet. But it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? Worst case scenario, this beautiful stranger turns out to be someone else and you truly were stood up by Danny.
(Y/b/n) ran a hand through his hair while attempting to adjust the sweaty mess, finally getting a break from practice and trying to enjoy it with his group member who looked equally as disheveled. Faint footsteps were heard beside them before stopping just at their table in the very corner of the coffee shop, his eyes trailing up to see your nervous but kind face, a weird stutter interrupting his heartbeat as he took in your features. Being an idol he had to be reluctant on who he spoke to and interacted with, unsure of their intentions or if they’d be a danger to him, but as soon as you asked if he was Danny, he couldn’t help but say yes, knowing telling the truth would lead to him probably never seeing you again.
You smiled awkwardly and looked to his group member that only gave him a questioning look, trying to figure out who the hell was Danny and, more importantly, who the hell were you.
“I-I’m (Y/n), Ellie’s roommate. I should’ve brought her along if I knew you were with a friend, she’d probably find you cute.” You admitted, mentally screaming at yourself to not make things awkward, but “Danny” spoke up much to your relief.
“Oh no, we just ran into each other here and decided to catch up for a bit.” (Y/b/n) shot him a look, silently telling him to get out, his group member reluctantly agreeing before excusing himself, leaving the seat open for you to occupy.
“So, uhm, tell me about yourself. I heard you work in finance.” You started after a brief moment of silence, straightening your posture and smiling softly, trying to remain friendly and appealing to the hot guy staring at you with an intense gaze.
“Y-yeah, I’ve been doing finance for a few years now, right out of college. It’s honestly boring having to work alone with numbers all day, so thank you for taking an interest in meeting me and saving me from my boredom.” He had no clue about finance or the right terms to use to describe a job in finance, but watching you blush deeply at his final statement helped him ignore the anxiety of possibly being found out.
“But, anyways, what about you? Tell me everything about yourself.” He attempted to take the attention off of him, your eyes rolling upwards in thought as you tried to figure out where to start.
“Uhm, well, I’m the assistant manager at a department store, but I also create clothing at home to sell online.”
“So you’re a designer?” He asked in genuine interest, a more relaxed smile gracing your face this time.
“Yeah, it’s honestly my passion. I wanna expand into streetwear, but the material cost way too much. It’s pretty much the same for formal wear, but it’s what I’m best at and what my clients love.”
“Well, I’d love to have you dress me up one day.” An embarrassed laugh escaped both of you as the atmosphere became much more lighthearted.
You sat there for nearly an hour at this point, talking and learning about each other faster than you had with people you were in actual relationships with. “Danny” was perfect in every way. He maintained a profession he wasn’t crazy about but was enough to get him by in life while never forgetting about his real passion for music. He cared deeply for his friends and family, and was not afraid to embarrass himself with stories of his childhood whenever you became an bashful, red faced mess after one of his flirtatious remarks.
And (Y/b/n) was positive he was in love with you. The moment he learned you had given up television and social media because of stress and never returned, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. Not only because you wouldn’t recognize he was an idol, but because it gave him the opportunity to be personal and honest with you. From the questions you asked about “Danny”, he realized your friend was bad with giving info on people, but it worked in his favor, watching you slowly but surely fall for him from the actual facts of his life.
“We should go out again, maybe to that restaurant you said had “the world’s greatest pasta”.”(Y/b/n) stated, your eyes lighting up at the suggestion.
You were about to respond when the faint call of your name gained both yours and (Y/b/n)’s attention, your eyes falling on a tall and also very attractive man in a grey button down shirt with dark red, almost black, hair, a bouquet of flowers in his hands as he slowly approached your table, your body instinctively standing to meet him.
“Hello, do I know you?”
“I’m so sorry I’m late, I got caught up at work, but I’m Seunghoon, or Danny. Ellie calls me that so I assume that’s how she’d introduce me.” He said with a gently chuckle, your face unamused as you looked back to the first man in horror, your body growing cold yet your face hot, uncertain if you were angry or scared.
“So who are you?” You asked softly, wanting some explanation from the man you spent so much time exposing your life to, his eyes large and pleading as he tried to find some way to salvage this.
“You’re (Y/b/s/n) from (Y/b/g), right?” The real Danny asked, your brows furrowing in confusion trying to figure out who and what that was, Danny giving you an incredulous look.
“He’s an idol. Have you seriously never heard of him?”
Your eyes met the man now known as (Y/b/n), his lips moving to find spew some excuse to make you forgive him, but you could only ignore him and think about the red flags. The way he was so relieved when you mentioned you didn’t use social media for almost two years, the fact he tried to hide his face when a few girls nearby were staring, and the way he talked so passionately about performing but not about finance. You should’ve known better that people in finance didn’t give a damn about dancing.
You were hurt, it was written all over your face, you felt like your trust in everyone involved with this moment was gone. Not even a minute ago, you were staring at (Y/b/n) like he was the rarest gem in the world, like he was irreplaceable and you could do nothing but stay by his side and protect him. But he was nothing like you thought. He wasn’t a gem, he wasn’t irreplaceable or in need of protecting. And the fact he can make you believe that made you scared of what else he could have lied about. This situation was a disaster, and (Y/b/n) knew there was no fixing it.
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gerberbabey · 4 years ago
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debut | one | pope heyward w/ filipina!reader
the idea of the pogues in a high school setting is actual so fun so i kinda got carried away. i rlly hav a thing for writing the character pining for the reader rather than the other way around.
im basing this off of how my high school was cus idk shit about any other high schools lmao. also excuse volleyball terminology, i also very much miss volleyball
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one - ♫ I THINK by Tyler, The Creator ♫
It was already two weeks into your senior year and you were settling in nicely. At two weeks people were still switching around their classes making sure they wouldn’t regret the class they decided to settle into. You were satisfied with your schedule considering you only had 3 actual academic classes. 
For your last year you’d opted out of taking one least year of math or another year of science. You were a good student sure but you’d never been the best at maths or sciences. To the Pogues’ surprise Pope had a similar schedule, yet the only reason he wasn’t packed with AP classes was because he was signed up for dual enrollment with online college courses. 
“Dual enrollment helps clear GEs better than AP classes. I’m not saying I wouldn’t pass those AP tests but this way is easier,” Pope explained to JJ as they walked through the crowded halls of Kildare County High. Kooks and Pogues alike littered the hallways, separated in their own little groups and yet standing amongst one another. 
“Whatever you say Pope,” JJ shook his head. He and Pope had one class together this year and that was Intro to Drawing in the very beginning of the day.  
“Heeeey guys,” Kie greeted as she walked up to them, hiking her bag up her shoulder. Kie had opted out of a backpack this last year and had instead started using a tote bag which was only filled with her laptop, a single notebook, her pencil case, and other small personal belongings that had nothing to do with school. 
“You guys going to the game on Friday?” Kie questioned and Pope cringed as JJ groaned. 
“No Kie, we are not going to the football game this Friday-”
“Guys come one, first game of the season! Plus the environmental club is planning to work snack bar. All the money goes toward the Turtle Habitats and the Save the Ocean Foundation,” Kie plead. 
“As much as I love the turtles Kie,” the group stopped at Pope’s locker, “Our football team is garbage. Why would I subject myself to that?” 
“Ok I know that, but don’t go for the team,” Kie raised her eyebrows at the two of them, “Go for the turtles!” 
JJ shot her an “eeeh” sort of look and Kie huffed in annoyance. 
“Come on, if you could give me a whole other way to fundraise then please do,” Kie crossed her arms as Pope shuffled around the belongings in his locker. 
“You need help fundraising Kie?” 
The three teens turned in the direction of your voice and you grinned as you walked up to them, your teammate and other best friend Isabelle walking with you. Isabelle was tall, one of the tallest girls at school actually, and though they saw you two together frequently it was still kind of amusing to see one of the tallest people they new walking around with one of the shortest people they knew. 
“Yeah well, my club’s planning to do the football game snack bar but nobody goes to the game’s anyway so,” Kie shrugged. 
“You could fundraise at the volleyball game,” Isabelle suggested giving Kie a smile. Kie smiled back sheepishly as she shifted on her spot. 
“Are you serious?” she questioned, turning to you and you shrugged. 
“Well, why not? Wouldn’t hurt to ask our coach,” you stated and Kie watched as Pope closed his locker and turned as your hands reached up to fix the collar of the button up he’d worn over his t-shirt. 
“We have a game tomorrow, and then there’s a workshop on Saturday. If your club wants to try and fundraise during those, we can try and figure something out,” Isabelle spoke to Kie and Kie flushed for a moment before she nodded frantically and began talking over a few ideas that were already coming to mind. 
“And people are guaranteed to show up to the girls volleyball games,” JJ wiggled his eyebrows at you and Pope and you laughed as Pope reached up to whack JJ in the chest. You couldn’t help but note how weird JJ looked without one of his usual hats on. You figured it was because the teachers lost their minds over hats being worn inside the building. 
“So (Y/N),” Pope started and you and JJ looked at him. 
“So Pope?” you smiled and missed how JJ glanced between the two of you with a knowing look in his eye. 
“Am I gonna see your dress anytime soon?” Pope questioned and you rolled your eyes. 
“Pope I literally already told you that no one’s allowed to see it until my party,” you leaned against Pope as he shook his head.
“But I’m not just anyone,” he insisted and you laughed as the first bell of the day rang overhead. 
“Ok whatever dude,” you shoved at Pope and he playfully slapped at your arms, “Me and Isa have to go, I’ll see you guys later,” you bid and you gave Pope a hug and a kiss on the cheek before you waved goodbye to JJ and Kie. The three of them watched you two join the sea of students and JJ turned to Kie and Pope.
“Was I seriously just fifth wheeling?” he scoffed and Pope glared at him as Kie flushed at his insinuation. 
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“Ok can I just get like...the color? Oh my-you never even told me the color!” Pope stared at you with wide eyes and you shook your head as you covered your mouth to try and keep your laugh from coming out. The two of you were in your second to last class of the day (You were both TA’s for the Intro to Film teacher and that usually meant goofing around in the back as the class watched movies all day), and Pope had not let the topic of your dress drop. 
In fact he had asked you about it for the past three weeks. 
“I can’t ruin it,” you whined and Pope leaned forward and groaned into your shoulder. 
“Telling me the color won’t ruin it,” he mumbled and you reached up to rub his back. 
“Yes it will,” you whispered back playfully and Pope groaned again as you laughed, “Oh by the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you...” 
Pope sat up and motioned for you to continue. 
“I don’t need to have an escort or anything, but I was actually wondering if you’d like to be my escort? For my party?” you weren’t sure why you were so nervous but you couldn’t get yourself to look Pope in the eye. You watched as your fingers played with the end of his shirt. 
“(Y/N).”
You looked up at Pope through your lashes and he flashed you a wide grin. 
“I would literally be honored,” Pope pulled you into a tight hug before pulling back, “Also I would’ve been extremely offended if you didn’t ask me and I probably would’ve just been your escort anyway.” 
You laughed and quickly brought a hand up to cover it up as a few of the students in the room shot the two of you looks. 
“I wouldn’t even go through with the party without you,” you told him softly and Pope could feel his heart skip a beat. Sometimes he wondered what it would’ve been like if he had gathered up the courage to ask you out ages ago. Despite the bullshit he told his friends he knew that he was in love with you. He would always love you, but being in love with you was different. It meant so much more. 
“So that means I get to know the color of your dress right?” Pope whispered and your mouth dropped open in shock as a wide grin stretched across his face. You tried to stop yourself from smiling as you reached up to whack him on the shoulder. 
“No!” you whisper-yelled. 
“But how am I gonna coordinate with you-” 
“Drop it Pope,” you laughed as the bell rang to indicate the end of class. 
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“Where’s Kie?” John B questioned as JJ and Pope walked up to him. Today was the first girl’s volleyball game of the year and they had planned on going to watch together. They only really did it out of support toward you but that obviously didn’t stop JJ from his usual flirting. 
“Her club’s doing snack bar or something, to help fundraise for turtles. Did she not tell you?” Pope asked as they walked into the gym together. There was music playing through the gym’s speakers and there was chatter and noise from every point. There was the sound of shoes squeaking against the gym floor and the sounds of volleyballs coming into contact with the floor, hands, the walls, etc. 
“Nah, I didn’t see her that much yesterday or even today.” 
“Yeah, where the hell were you anyway?” JJ questioned as he led the way up the bleachers. It was definitely crowded but the boys weren’t at all surprised, Kildare County High’s volleyball team was actually good, meaning they usually garnered a large audience of spectators. 
“I was at the counselor’s like all day trying to figure out how I’m gonna get enough credits to graduate,” John B sighed and JJ and Pope cringed. After John B’s dad disappeared in their sophomore year, the boy had taken a half a step back from his academic responsibilities to try and keep himself together and afloat. Then after Big John’s body was found at the beginning of their Junior year, John B had considered dropping out entirely. He missed a majority of that school year as a result of his grief, deciding that he felt there was no point for school any longer.
Yet with the surprising help of Sheriff Peterkin he had pushed himself back into finishing school. The school understood of course, but that didn’t mean it didn’t take a toll on his academic record. 
“I’m sure it’ll work out in the end,” Pope encouraged and JJ nodded, before the blonde clapped and looked around, eager to get John B’s mind off the matter. 
“Oh shit look there’s Quincy,” JJ pointed out and the trio made their way over the where a large group of other Pogues who had gathered up on one side of the bleachers. While some schools may have had senior sections or something of the like, their gym was separated by Kooks, Pogues, parents, and then any visitors from the opposing school. 
“Hey JJ what’s up man?” 
JJ dapped up Quincy and the two of them began talking about something or another as John B and Pope were greeted by the people around them. 
“Yeah (Y/N)!!” someone near them yelled, “You dig those balls!” 
The three boys turned to the court and watched as you shook your head and laughed but kept your focus on the court. You squatted down low once more and they watched as you warmed up, passing dimes for your setter to set. 
“Woooh (Y/N)!” JJ’s hands were cupped around his mouth as he yelled.
“Yeeeahhh!” John B yelled and was followed up by the student section of their gym, Pogues and Kooks alike, cheering for their team despite it only being in warm ups. 
Soon enough people had settled into the bleachers as the Varsity game came to a start. (Pope, JJ, and John B had yelled their hearts out at your introduction - “Number 10, Libero: (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”. And JJ had pointed out where Kie was bustling over at the snack bar, charming people into buying whatever she pointed out to them). 
“Oh shit hey, I’m gonna go say hi to (Y/N)’s parents. I totally forgot,” Pope told his friends and the two nodded, waving him off. Pope mumbled “excuse me’s” as he maneuvered his way by people’s legs and tried not to knee anybody in the back of the head. He jogged down the steps of the bleacher and made his way to where the parents were all situated, watching the game intently. There was a bout of cheering and Pope glanced over to the court to watch you jump up in excitement as your team scored another point. 
“Hey Pope!” Pope looked up at that and smiled as your mom waved him over to where she was sitting with your dad.
“Hi!” he greeted, and leaned over as your mom stretched her arms up to give him a hug in greeting. 
“Your parents not here tonight?” your dad questioned and Pope shook his head. 
“Nah they couldn’t leave the store. They really wanted to come though. (Y/N)’s last first game and all.” 
“Ah well that’s alright, plenty of games after this one.” 
“Of course. Uh Mrs. (Y/L/N) how’s the party planning?” your mom rolled her eyes though he could tell there was no ill intent. 
“Stressful. All (Y/N) focused on was her dress and her guest list. Finding a place to even have the party was almost impossible,” your mom explained and Pope chuckled. 
“(Y/N) won’t even let me know what the dress looks like,” Pope told them and your mom laughed as your dad nodded. 
“She’s hid it from her dad too.”
“Won’t be able to see it ‘till the party,” your dad shook his head at that as Pope let out a surprised chuckle. 
“You ate that (Y/N)!” someone yelled and Pope and your parents glanced over at the game and watched you get picked up by Isabelle as your team cheered over winning the first set of the match. 
“Well I’m gonna head back to my friends,” Pope pointed over to where John B and JJ were sitting, now with the addition of Kie. 
“Of course, of course. We’ll be seeing you at our house later?” your mom teased and Pope shrugged as he laughed. 
He waved your parents goodbye and by the time he’d gotten back to his friends Kildare was already ahead in the second set. 
“Not working anymore Kie?” Pope questioned as he took a seat beside her leaving her between him and JJ. 
“Yeah we made shifts so it’s Marco’s turn,” Kie explained pointing over to the snack bar. 
“Was our volleyball team always this good?” JJ questioned and Pope scoffed. 
“Yeah you were just too busy staring at their asses to watch them play,” he reached around Kie to shove at the blonde and JJ batted his arms away. 
“Hey, you can’t exactly blame me!” 
“Gross JJ,” Kie rolled her eyes and the boy looked at Kie with an offended look before turning to John B as if to say, ‘are you hearing this?’. John B only shook his head at his best friend. The 3 Pogues chuckled at JJ’s expense before they turned back to the game. It was your turn to serve now and as you waited for the referee to blow his whistle John B reached up and cupped his hands around his mouth. 
“Do it for Pope, (Y/N)!!” 
Pope whipped his head over to John B as the students around them “oooh’d!” some of them shoving at Pope playfully. From the court he missed how you glanced up at where they were sitting, a grin on your face as the referee finally blew the whistle to let you serve. 
“Shut up John B!” Pope hissed and the brunette only laughed it off as Kie mentioned how Pope should’ve been used to this by now and JJ yelled. 
“For Poooope!!!!” JJ yelled as you served the ball. 
The Kildare supporters all cheered as you aced your serve and Pope flushed in embarrassment as you turned and pointed to him, riling up the crowd of students as those closest to him shoved at him once more. 
“Yes King!” someone yelled at Pope and he couldn’t help but grin as he pointed back at you. 
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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago
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Survey #298
“i don’t like what i am becoming  /  wish i could just feel something”
Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Do you wear necklaces or earrings more? Just my tragus piercing, really. I only ever wear a necklace sometimes if I'm taking a "nice" picture. Rings or bracelets? I currently don't wear any bracelets, but I do always have one ring on. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Is your current crush younger than you? By just a couple years. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? Yes; he's very tan, especially his arms from being a mailman. Ranch or barbeque sunflower seeds? I don't like sunflower seeds. Do you know the first five books of the Bible in order? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nah, they're not my thing. Do you believe being gay is a choice or a "disorder"? Neither; I believe it's a genetic mutation. It defies biology and the very motive for life, but I always say that a mutation does not, in any way, equate to "wrong." I am extremely adamantly pro-gay rights and bisexual myself, so I can't shit-talk it. What are some of your favourite sounds? Crunching leaves, rain gently tapping on windows, windchimes, birdsong... mainly nature sounds. There are others, I'm just blanking right now. Are you a warm weather or cold weather person? Cold, 100%. What time do you wake up? What for? This spans over a massive gap, honestly... I can wake up as early as 5 or as late as 9:30. Most often, it's pretty early, and I call that my "trial" of being awake, lol... because I will almost without fail go back to sleep for a couple more hours. Hell, that happens even if I sleep on the later side. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? I used to do that in middle and maybe some of high school, I think; I'd fall asleep with my iPod on and earbuds in. I haven't done that in a very long time, though. Could you spend the rest of your life with someone who had bad taste in music? ... Yes? Their taste in music has nothing to do with them as a person???? Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for? No, and it's best I don't. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, and that's how I found out I'm far from a lightweight. I wasn't going to drink more than I actually wanted to drink just to get wasted. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yeah. Who is the last child you held? My youngest niece. Have you ever woken up not knowing where you were? Maybe for a few moments after my surgery? I don't really recall. When is the last time you made the wrong choice in anything? Every fucking day when I decide what to do with my time. What is the most interesting thing in the room you are in? My snake, I guess. She's a champagne morph ball python. When washing your hands, do you wet your hands or put soap on first? I put on soap first. When was the hardest you ever cried? What was the circumstance? Probably when Mom literally dragged me home after I tried to walk to Jason's to talk the night of the breakup. I lost my fucking mind. Which gift cards do you have in your wallet? I don't think I have any. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. I hate Pepsi. What is better: cute smile, or amazing eyes? A cute smile. What song are you listening to? "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" by Blue October is on currently. Name your best friend(s): Sara. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Nope. Last night you felt? I wasn't suicidal, but still kinda wanted to die lmao. Do you still watch Disney channel? No. How do you like your eggs? I only enjoy them scrambled, and preferably with cheese. What’s your all-time favorite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. If you could be any TV character, who would you be and why? Idk, I don't watch TV enough. Maybe Donna from That '70s Show. Very strong and independent, outspoken, and not to mention she has great taste. I find her to be a good female character to look up to. Do you ever come up with really good ideas for stories or movies? Do you do anything with them? Yeah; I'll try to integrate them into RP characters and plots. What sort of things do you post on your Tumblr? Vintage photos, screen caps, girly things? It's a Markiplier cesspit lmao. Sometimes I'll reblog shit I find funny. I've been very inactive on it, though. Have you ever had a dream that you couldn’t shake, even for days after you woke up? Oh yes. When was the last time you felt like a nuisance, or unwanted? Recently, I'm sure. When was the last time your dreams were crushed, or at least hindered? I dunno. How’s school going? I'm not in school. Are you angry at anyone right now? Myself. The last person to say they loved you? Mom. When is the last time you laughed hard? Hard? I'm really not sure. Are there any words on your shirt? No, it's just a blank black tank. Does it take a lot to make you cry? NOPE. Do you tell your parents everything? No. Do you get bored easily? I'm bored to the point of thinking being dead would be more fun at some point almost every day. I have anhedonia badly. I'm honestly starting to think I've over-medicated to a numbing degree so am trying to wean off some things. Have you ever burned someone's picture? No. How long was your last nap? Maybe three hours? I was really, really tired, though. Can you name the last time you felt happy? Probably when Sara and I talk-talked for the first time in a while. When was the last time you played with sidewalk chalk? Oh, I have zero clue. Probably not since I was a kid. Do you have friends obsessed with World of Warcraft? Bro wtf don't @ me. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? No. Have you ever told someone you hated them? The only time I've seriously said that was to my dad before we reconciled after the divorce. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I actually don't remember... Favorite thing to do on Facebook? See The Memes. Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time? I SAID don't @ me. What is in store for your future? I both do and don't want to know. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah. I adore bats. Do you chew on straws? No. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Who’s the last person that creeped you out? Some guy who walked into the store I was at with Mom, continuously looking back and forth. Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you? Well, that would depend on the person. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? Yeah. Anything exciting happening soon? My half-sister and her kids are visiting tomorrow and staying for a few days. It's a surprise for Mom. Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? You could say these surveys kinda are. I don't have a designated "diary," though. When was the last time you took a painkiller? What was it for and did it work? I had womanly issues a few days back, and yeah, it helped. Have you ever had to go and rescue someone because their car broke down? When was the last time that happened? I mean, I've driven /with/ Mom to do so. I myself don't drive. What’s one sweet/candy you miss from your childhood? Is this item something you can still buy or has it been discontinued? Y'all remember Baby Bottle Pops??? 'Cuz I do, and I love those fuckin things. I still see them sometimes in gas stations. When was the last time you used some kind of moisturiser? A few days back for my hands. They were painfully dry. If you’re under lockdown/stay at home orders at the moment, are you struggling or managing okay? A bitch is s t r u g g l i n g. Has anything positive come out of the pandemic for you? Fuck no. Do you wear a watch? Is it analogue/digital? Does it it have things like a step-counter in it? No. Do you have any gifts from Christmas that you still haven’t opened or used? Not used, yes. Well, then some things are still in their boxes, but they're unwrapped. Do you know how to tie a tie? If so, who taught you? No. Who was your last missed call from? Did you ring that person back? Some number I didn't recognize, so no. When was the last time you had some kind of problem with your internet connection? Is this something that happens often? A few days back. It has occasional instances where it'll go out but come back on shortly. Do you have a favourite celebrity chef? No. Do you prefer pizza or pasta? Pizza. Have you ever volunteered anywhere before? What was the reason behind doing so? Once at PetSmart when they had dogs to adopt out, which was for school volunteer hours. I spent time with them, giving them attention and taking them outside. I also had two other animal-related volunteer days, but each was only a few hours because my fucking weak-ass body couldn't handle them. Have you ever been truly obsessed with something? What was it and how did you come to feel that way? I have an incredibly obsessive personality; I could probably name near on a dozen or so things I've been genuinely obsessed with. I don't know what it means to love in moderation. Some are/were pleasant obsessions, some aren't/weren't. Does it bother you when people turn up at your house without asking or waiting to be invited? Yes. Are you taller or shorter than average height? I'm the average for an American woman. Do you have any family members whose beliefs or ways of life completely embarrass you? YUP YUP YUP YUP. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? I don't know. Have you ever injured anyone in self-defense? No. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? In relation to its portion sizes, oatmeal or eggs. I can't have a whole lot of either. I wouldn't say I eat either a lot, but oatmeal is more common. Have you ever heard people talking badly about you behind your back? Did you confront them about it? Yes, and in at least two instances. Do you consider “home” to be the place you were born, or is it somewhere you create for yourself? I consider it to be my childhood home; not the one I was actually born in, but only because I was way too young to remember and we only lived there like, maybe two years into my life. Have you ever experienced having to leave your home due to a fire, or due to the threat of fire? No, thankfully. When was the last time you felt you were in a dangerous situation? When we had a serious tornado warning Christmas Eve. Yes. In winter. Are there any superstitions that you believe in? Which ones and what are your reasons for doing so? No. Are there any series of books/films that you never finished - either because you got bored of waiting or just lost interest? Oh, I'm sure. I Wouldn't say I lost interest in a lot though, I just wasn't interested enough, like for The Hunger Games. Which theme park is your favorite? I haven't been to nearly enough to know. Like, just one. Do you eat healthy? I try to be, at least. Though I've been doing very poorly about it lately because I'm a emotional goddamn eater and am having a very hard time. Do/did your parents fight often? They're divorced for a reason. Do YOU fight with them often? No. Would you say that you're respectful? I hope so. Are you a fan of Green Day? Yeah, I love them. Would you rather have 4 kids at one time or never have a kid? Jesus Christ, never. I don't want any anyway. Do you think 'friends with benefits' relationships really ever work? No. Do you or have you ever known a drug addict? Yes. Do you turn off the water while brushing your teeth or leave it on? I always turn it off. No reason to waste it. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Lots, if you include my half-siblings. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? I tend to find them cute. What's your homepage when you bring up the internet? Google. Was the last book you read for fun or was it for some type of assignment? It was for fun. Have you ever dated someone you met online? Yes. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Depends on who's asking. Do you own any band tees? Oh, I have lots. Off the top of my head, some that I frequently wear are Metallica, Otep, and Korn. Do you know someone who wears a wig? No. Have you ever kissed someone under fireworks? I don't think so. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? I strongly prefer the Olive Garden kind, but I also enjoy ranch. What genre of music do you listen to the most? Metal of some sort. Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? No. Do you personally know any cops? No. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Not much at all. How confident are you in achieving your dreams? I ain't got the slightest clue by this point in my life. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? There's a lot of things, most bad, some good. Do you have to take medication for any mental illness? A lot. Do you like looking at pictures? It depends on what's in them. Specifically pictures from my past, that's usually a big no. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I guess in very vague ways. Which family member do you get along with the most? Well, define "get along with." I by far have the strongest relationship with my mom, but we fight sometimes. As for who I stay on the most stable ground with, that's probably my dad. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? I know I couldn't, but I'd love to. How did you meet your newest friend? Who even IS my newest friend... Have you ever watched the show Teen Mom? What did you think about it? No, and I think it's an awful fucking idea for a television show. Put a spotlight on and money into teen pregnancy, yeah, that's a genius plan. Are you old enough to remember MySpace? Yeah. Do you think you’ll be a good mother/father? I wouldn't be. Do you have trouble deleting your text messages? I don't need to. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No. Have you ever been called a tease? Yeah. Do people ever make fun of your religion or lack thereof? No. Do you say/do things a lot for shock effect? No? What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I probably told my nephew Ryder he was a good brother. Was one of your grandpas in a war? Maybe? Idk. I never knew either well at all. Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yes. What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric. Have you ever ordered something off a commercial on television? No. What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed. Do you still consider Pluto a planet? Yes. Didn't they reinstate it as one, anyway? Right now, are you at a high, leveled, or low point? What's lower than "low?"
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hi-i-love-u-bitch · 6 years ago
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Excuse me! But where is my Sanders Sides Gamer AU???
Voices in my head: Gee Bunny, it seems you have no problem writing a lot of other fics and stuff yet you still haven’t even finished the next chapter of your Spiderverse fic???
Me: SHUT THE FUCK UP DISEMBODIED VOICES IN MY HEAD!!! IF YOU WANT THAT FIC DONE SO BADLY TELL MY LOGIC AND CREATIVITY TO GET THEIR ASSES IN GEAR AND GIVE ME SOME GOD DAMN INSPIRATION!!!!
Voices in my head:.....
Me: Yeah, that’s what I thought! Anyways, idk if I just missed a memo or something but I haven’t seen any Gamer AU of my boys and that is a crime in and of itself! Like, how dare! But fret not, I am here to provide content (Read: headcannons) that you did not ask for! Let us begin! Or should I say start!
(please note that I am not a gaming expert so feel free to add or correct stuff)
NOW WITH A PART 2!!!!
MAIN SQUAD
Roman Rosewood
Obviously loves RPGs! Anything with a good story line really! Or has medieval fantasy aesthetic!
Skyrim, Diablo, Undertale, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Fallout, Red Dead Redemption, Undertales, Dragon Age, God of War Dark Souls, Assassins Creed, Earthbound, etc.
Played West of Loathing just so he could rip on it but actually ended up loving it and spending way to many hours playing. Then he found out there was a game called Kingdom of Loathing by the same creators and went down that rabbit hole as well.
He was iffy about getting into JRPGs but then Virgil convinced him to play Persona 5 and he absolutely fell in love with the music!
All the music in his phone is either from musicals or Video games!
Also really likes choose your own adventure games like Detroit: Become Human, Life is Strange, and Telltale Games
So much video game merch! Usually figurines because he likes to make little shelves and display cases for them.
He also really likes multiplayer games because he’s a social butterfly and likes to play with his squad.
Sucks at first person shooter games but still willingly plays Fortnight or Call of Duty or Left for Dead with his friends because he doesn’t want to be a drag and complain. But also they sometimes die in game in the most hilarious ways and it just leaves everybody wheezing.
Virgil Dante
Horror games, obvs!
All about that dark aesthetic!
Devil May Cry, Silent Hill, Fran Bow, Sally Face, Resident Evil, The Witch’s House, Amnesia, Little Nightmares, Bendy and The Ink Machine, Alice: Madness Returns, SCP-Containment, Pony Island, etc.
Yes, he’s played all the Five Nights At Freddy’s games. It’s a good series and it isn’t his fault the fandom is bat shit crazy and full of ten year olds! Fuck you Roman!
Every time the Walking Dead comes out he knows he’ll end up crying by the end of it. He and the squad make and event out of it.
Japanese horror games are usually his favorite because they deal more with the psychological aspects of horror instead of the jump scares
So, yes, he’s also a fan of Corps Party and Fatal Frame
Also really good at first person shooters because he has a really steady hand (you usually have to when playing horror games least you want to restart the level) and it pisses Roman off to no end every time Virgil randomly headshots him.
Usually likes to by merch in the form of posters, t-shirts, or beanies. He only buys figurines if it’s a game he really, really likes.
At first didn’t know why people kept bugging him to play Doki Doki Literature Club but then he finally caved and...oh...that’s why.
Logan Mill
My boy loves puzzle and strategy games yo!
Legend of Zelda, Portal, Tetris, Unravel, World of Goo, Inside, Limbo, Pokemon, Shadow of the Colossus, StarCraft, Command and Conquer, Age of Empire, Heart of Iron, World of Warcraft, etc.
He likes Overwatch but doesn’t like playing with people online so he usual solos or asks the others to play. But that too usually ends in chaos.
Hates rage games because he gets frustrated easily and has broken at least four keyboards and two controllers
He still plays them anyways because he can beat it damn it! Just give him a minute!
Enjoys the God of War series despite all the mythological inaccuracies
He plays a lot of Minecraft to relax or destress and has build beautiful works of architecture and sometimes entire cities.
He thought it was stupid and childish and was embarrassed about it for a long time until the squad came over to his house one day uninvited and caught him playing. He was getting ready for them to make fun of him but they instead gushed about how AMAZING everything looked and how TALENTED he was for building all himself.
Logan ends up showing them how to play afterwards and they work together to make weird sculptures and complex tunnels underground.
He likes practical merch like backpacks, coffee mugs, pencil holders, notebooks, ect. as well as a few t-shirts and novelty ties.
Yes, he does collect Pokemon cards!
Patton Adley
Silly dating sims, farming games, and any cute game really! Plus a few side scroller games!
Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon, Slime Rancher, The Sims, Dream Daddy, Animal Crossing, Kirby, Monster Prom, Hatoful Boyfriend, Scribblenauts, Night In The Woods, Ni Nu Kuni, etc.
Big Nintendo fan!
He made the mistake of playing Doki Doki Literature Club without reading the warning tags and regrets it immensely...still a good game though.
He did the same thing with Huni Pop but that one made him laugh more then anything and he kind of got addicted to it. Then he found out there was a sequel called HuniCam so he went down that rabbit hole too.
He likes a lot of phone app games too like Cut the Rope, Neko Atsume, and Candy Crush.
Loves trashy dating app games, he thinks they’re so funny and cheesy
He was addicted to Mystic Messenger for a long while
Just because he has his preference doesn’t mean he won’t try other games too, Logan got him hooked on World of Warcraft (though really he did that to everyone), Virgil showed him Hollow Knight, and Roman suggested he play Undertales.
Prefers merch in the form of plushies and key chains!
He likes to bake and decorate cookies, cakes and pastries in the form of his favorite video game characters.
RED SQUAD
Duncan [Deceit] Adley (Patton’s twin)
A lot of first person shooter and combat games!
Doom Series, Super Smash Bros, Mortal Combat, Halo, Fortnight, Grand Theft Auto, Street Fighter, Tekken, Soul Calibur, Half-Life, Team Fortress, Destiny, Wolfenstein, Bio Shock, Splatoon, PUBg etc.
Patton was the one that introduced him to Splatoon and he won’t admit that it’s actually super fun.
Doesn’t mind story driven games and RPGs but he really just wants something he can zone out to and relax
He likes to troll people online, mainly assholes picking on little kids who just want to play.
He once teamed up with a group of kids on Call of Duty solely for the purpose of collectively kicking the asses of this groups of so called “real gamers” that were being jerks.
Has memorized all the combos! He doesn’t have time to sit and look up a cool finishing move, he needs it now!
Always mains the weakest/most useless character in fighting games and still manages to kick everyone’s ass.
Doesn’t have a preference in merch and usually grabs whatever he likes be it figurines, t-shirts, posters, plushies, or whatever, so long as he likes the game it comes from.
Has several tattoos from his favorite games
Emile Picani
Classic retro games, cartoonish games, and Nintendo are his jam broham!
Mario, Classic Sonic, Paper Boy, Transylvania, Spyro, Pac Man, All the Saga Disney games, Duck Hunt, Mario Kart, Galaga, Mega Man, Donkey Kong, Secret of Mana, Banjo-Kazooie, Conker’s Bad Fur Day, etc.
Absolutely fell in love with Shovel Knight when it came out!
Remy got him into all the indie pixel games: Towerfall, Terraria, Owlboy, Hotline Miami, Papers Please, Celeste, One Shot, etc.
Duncan was the one that introduced him to Cuphead and the usually play it together and see how far each of them can go without dying.
The game is difficult but the art is still so breathtaking!
Likes the occasional psychological thriller game
Bet Virgil showed him Alice: Madness Returns and Doki Doki Literature Club (after he’s played it of course)
Likes plushies and figurine merch with the occasional poster and coffee mug.
Likes to doodle a lot of his fav video game characters and cartoons and is actually really good at it. He helped design most of Duncan’s tattoos.
Remy Knightly
Likes a lot of indie games and old online flash games!
The Stanley Parables, Oxenfree, Inside, Firewatch, Super MeatBoy, The Binding of Issac, Donut County, Henry Stickman series, Impossible Quiz, Crush the Castle series, Hyper Light Drifter, etc.
He always gets everybody hooked on one game or another
He convinced everyone to play Undertales so for like a month they all went through a HUGE Undertales faze.
Was the actual, ACTUAL one that showed Duncan Cuphead because he knew the dork would be reminded of Emile because of the animation and would want to show it to him and play multiplayer (*cough* subtle matchmaker *cough*)
(Do not be fooled, he is a pinning boy himself)
Is up to date in all the gossip of the latest games and consuls, indie or mainstream! He’s in the know, know and if you need to know something chances are Remy probably knows it.
Weeds out through all the indie horror games for Virgil and recommends what he thinks are the best ones.
Same thing with Logan and his puzzle games, he’s usually is able to find very strange ones and Logan seems to likes those best.
Obviously has a lot of merch in coffee mug and thermal form as well as a few key chains.
Occasionally streams on Twitch with Duncan and Emile (sometimes inviting the main squad too), they’re commentary is usual hilarious.
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diegoh4rgreeves · 5 years ago
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#SelfiesForCastaneda
Story Summary:  You’ve just finished watching The Umbrella Academy on Netflix. You follow the main cast on Twitter and get a Retweet from David Castaneda on your selfie! This prompts a conversation with you two. You hit it off and set a date.
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 2,420
Pairing: David Castaneda x Reader
Warnings: Anxious thoughts
It’s a rainy Friday night. Normally you’d go out with friends or go out to downtown Toronto. Because it was raining and you were exhausted from work though, you decided to veg out and finish watching the Netflix series, The Umbrella Academy. You were comfortable in your warm home, laid down on your plushy couch, with a fuzzy blanket covering you, and you were in your sweatpants and loose white t-shirt.
You forgot about this comfort once you were so stunned by the series finale of The Umbrella Academy. You could not wait for season 2. You also got attached to the characters and you loved Ellen Page and Robert Sheehan more than you already did before; back when you saw the movie Juno, and back when you watched the show Misfits. You thought Emmy Raver-Lampman was so pretty and seemingly sweet in real life. Your bisexual ass could not get over this. You hit the Follow button in Twitter for Ellen, Robert, and Emmy. The character Luther was your least favourite one, though you thought to get to know the actor for him, Tom Hopper, from interviews, and to Follow him on Twitter too. Justin H. Min was so handsome and so vulnerable as Ben. Aidan Gallagher was just a kid and did an amazing job playing an old man trapped in the body of a 12 year old. And last but not least, there was David Castaneda. He is the most handsome one to you. As Diego, he was so resentful. It didn’t make sense to you because all the siblings went through childhood trauma, from the same man who adopted them all. He was also spiteful towards a former lover, Detective Patch (who your gay ass also found attractive. That’s a story for another time). Still, there was something about Diego, or David, that made you feel good things.
You smile as you hit the Follow button on David. You have followed all the main cast of The Umbrella Academy, along with Mary J. Blige, who is just an icon. You also followed Gerard Way, who created the show and was the singer of the brilliant band My Chemical Romance.
You spend the rest of your evening lurking everyone you just followed. It feels good to be in love with something again.
As you lurk David and his Likes, you see a bunch of fan’s selfies he liked. Every selfie has the hashtag #SelfiesForCasataneda You’re intrigued by this. You wonder if he started this hashtag, or if some fans did. You are also pleased that he interacts with fans. He’s still at the level of fame where he can see fans in his notifications over being blinded by the plenty of Likes, Retweets, and Replies he gets.
This motivates you to get off the couch and to take a shower. As you take a shower, you think of an outfit idea for this selfie you’re thinking of posting. You’ll wear all black; the tight black turtleneck you bought a while ago and have worn plenty of times already, the baggy black jacket you’ve copped from your older sister, and black jeans. It was a Diego-esque outfit. You didn’t have to cosplay. You just always dress like this anyway, and you were the most confident in it.
After your shower, you slip into the outfit, put on some concealer, black winged eyeliner, and red lipstick. You snap some shots from the camera on your phone. You try out a bunch of angles. You scoff at some selfies and think there’s no way he’ll Like any of these. Well, he could, since he seemed like a support Liker to fans. You still wanted to dress to impress if he was going to actually see this selfie!
You beam up once you get another idea. You run to your kitchen to pick up 2 kitchen knives. You are aware of how funny this could look. You like to think that you’re a creative person, or so you decide to go the positive route of thinking.
You get the knives and put a self timer on from the camera of your phone. You criss-cross your arms, with a knife in each hand, and take the shot. Your phone took 3 shots, so there’s a chance of a good one. There is a good one indeed. Your face was lighted perfectly in this certain one. There was a glow. Your hair looked great too. You love the shape of your body as well.
You post the photo, and put in the hash tag, #SelfiesForCastaneda You press ‘Tweet’. At this point, you don’t care if no one would Like the selfie. You are just feelin’ your look!
Fortunately, you do get some Likes; a few were David Castaneda fan accounts, one from a supportive mutual, and a few others were from other fans of The Umbrella Academy. You Like everyone else’s most recent tweets and selfies back.
Then there is a Retweet. You beam up and think maybe it’s from one of the Likers. You view the Retweet and it’s from… @DavidCastanedaJ You think it’s another fan account, until you remember following this account earlier, and you notice the blue checkmark next to the username, which indicates that this is an official and verified celebrity account. Your heart is racing. What the fuck! you think. You check his account and think that maybe his support Liking evolved to support Retweeting. There is no other Retweet with the hashtag #SelfiesForCastaneda on his account though.
You leave your phone alone for 2 hours after your tweet gets more Likes and Retweets from other David fans. You even notice some haters in the thread. Luckily there are only a few haters. Everyone else says that your photo is bad-ass.
You’re not usually one for bragging. This is a very cool moment though, so you retweet David’s Retweet of your selfie, and you caption it with, 'Uhmmm… did David Castaneda just retweet my selfie!? Diego frickn Hargreeves!?“
You look at the time on your phone. It’s 1:30am! You’re usually a night owl. Somehow though, you were tired. You did sleep very little before you went to work, and you commuted in the rain. Being cozy and watching Netflix had to contribute to that tiredness as well. So, you snuggle up in your warm bed, which also has a fuzzy blanket, and sleep.
10:43am. You wake up naturally and pick up your phone which was laid on top of some pile of clothes you left on your floor beside your bed. You check your Instagram, Facebook, and Tumblr. Finally, you check your Twitter to check on the selfie. You also see an Inbox notification. You wonder who that could be from. People don’t normally message you on Twitter. You open the inbox and in the preview, it’s @DavidCastanedaJ ! You can’t believe it. What could he possibly have to say to you? Your heart is racing.
What if he says that the retweet was an accident? Would he have had to message you that though? He could have deleted the Retweet if it was an accident. You would have understood that he didn’t mean to Retweet one fan’s selfie randomly.
You take a deep breath before opening the message to quit your overthinking and your doubts.
@DavidCastanedaJ: It’s a good selfie. I had to retweet it.
After lurking his Twitter last night, you notice that he’s got a dry and sarcastic tone. You’re unsure of what to respond to him with, or if you should even respond. Well, of course you should respond. He felt compelled to say something to you personally instead of being funny and fishing for Likes. Well, that’s speaking for if he’s not being sarcastic.
You tap your chin and wonder if you should screenshot this to your close friends, especially your sister who got you to watch the show and dealt with you ogling over him. You shake your head out of this and think that it’s best to reply to him ASAP. He sent his text around 6am. You’re not sure why he sent it that early. He’s in Toronto, a city not too far from yours. He’s not shooting a show, as far as you knew. There isn’t even an announcement of a season 2 for The Umbrella Academy yet.
You quit your overthinking again, and decide to reply with this:
[@YourUsername]: A good selfie how? Like, in what sense?
You take another deep breath and chuck your phone on the spot next to you on your bed. You get up from the bed and decide to leave your phone alone and try to think of something productive to do on your day off. Before you can do that, your phone buzzes. You beam up, and rush back over to your bed, which you sit on your knees for.
Twitter Notification: Preview of @DavidCastanedaJ Inbox message
@DavidCastanedaJ: Idk
@DavidCastanedaJ: I like your Diego get-up, and you’re aesthically pleasing
Your heart is skipping beats. What does he mean by aesthetically pleasing!? Is he implying that you’re attractive? Are you even his type in looks? Do you resemble Detective Patch? Are actors attracted to the type of people who play their love interests? Well it was the only reference you have for this emerging and handsome actor.
You’re in your 20s, and he’s 29. You still have a baby face and wonder if he thinks you look younger than you actually are. Why would he retweet your selfie though?
[@YourUsername]: Aesthetically pleasing? This face?
You hold your phone and stare at the thread. Maybe he’s online if he replied to your last text just seconds after it. Much to your surprise, there’s a blue checkmark which indicates that he read it. Maybe he’s just thinking of what to say. Or maybe you’re a suggestive creep! Wait, how could you be if he was the one who retweeted your selfie!? God, you really had to quit that. Stop letting it get to your head!
The thread shows a new bubble, from him.
@DavidCastanedaJ: Haha
@DavidCastanedaJ: Yes, this face
@DavidCastanedaJ: It’s a great face. What’s your secret?
You are now blushing and still manage to type.
[@YourUsername]: I did sleep 9 hours last night. You know what they say about 9 hours of sleep.
@DavidCastanedaJ: Yeah, that’s lucky
You are easing into this now, though you are also wondering if you should be careful, or if you’re just dreaming and didn’t actually wake up earlier than you usually do.
[@YourUsername]: I’m guessing you don’t have that luxury?
@DavidCastanedaJ: Well, maybe now I can sleep that much
@DavidCastanedaJ: Back when we were shooting the Umbrella Academy though, I was a mess!
[@YourUsername]: You seem so healthy
[@YourUsername]: At least with that body, you do…
David seems to like that response. You spend Saturday afternoon texting each other, and it’s still surreal to you that this is happening, much less how you two seem so connected.
A few hours later.
@DavidCastanedaJ: So, you said you’re in Toronto, right?
[@YourUsername]: Well, I’m in a city *near* Toronto, about a half hour away
@DavidCastanedaJ: Oh I see
[@YourUsername]: I’m there often anyway. I mostly go see local bands, and take their photos
@DavidCastanedaJ: Right. I remember you saying that earlier
You’re unsure of how this conversation could last at this point. You take a chance with a one-word response anyway.
[@YourUsername]: Yep!
@DavidCastanedaJ: How would you feel about coming to Toronto tonight? I thought maybe we could have dinner, and I could show you real Diego Hargreeves gear…
Your heart is racing again! In fact, you think that you’re going to shit your pants. You decide to have some banter with him to cover up your fangirling.
[@YourUsername]: "Real Diego Hargreeves gear.”
[@YourUsername]: Is that a sexual innuendo?
@DavidCastanedaJ: It is if you want it to be ;)
[@YourUsername]: Omg
@DavidCastanedaJ: I realize that did sound pretty sketchy, so sorry about that
[@YourUsername]: No, it’s totally fine! I was just teasing :)
[@YourUsername]: I would love to come to downtown tonight! When are you free?
@DavidCastanedaJ: Well, seeing as I’ve been texting a very beautiful girl all afternoon, I’d say my schedule is pretty flexible
[@YourUsername]: Really? Are you sure that Gerard Way isn’t barking at you to get back on set for season 2 as we speak?
@DavidCastanedaJ: Ahahah yeah totally
@DavidCastanedaJ: I’d tell him to wait though. I should get to spend my free time with someone cool first
From there, you hash out the details for the plans; what time, and where to meet. You both also decide to get a drink at Brooklynn Bar. You’re not much of a drinker, though for a celebrity like him you made an exception.
You decide to wear “the Diego get-up”, this time you style your hair, wear darker red lipstick, the same black eyeliner, and you sling a small black cross-body bag over your shoulder.
David texts you with his name. Then he tells you to keep him posted on your whereabouts. You make your way to downtown and your meeting spot with him. You eye the area and look for him. You turn to some side, and you see him walking over. Your heart is skipping beats again, and you gasp.
He looks so handsome with his tan peacoat, black jeans, his gelled black hair, and beard and mustache.
He smiles knowingly and walks over to you. He gives you a hug.
You cannot believe that it is actually him. You realise in this moment that you could have been catfished. You weakly hug him back in your disbelief over this moment.
He pulls you in closer and you hug back tighter.
“Oh my God!” you exclaim.
He pulls out the hug and he looks over at you with a toothy smile on his face. “What?”
“It’s you. It’s really you! God, this is so embarrassing. I think that I’m actually starstruck.”
He chuckles. “This is gonna sound weird, but I thought I was being catfished.”
You give him a puzzled look, although you are so flattered. “I thought that I was an annoying type of fan you’re annoyed of attracting!”
“What!?” he laughs. “Okay, we haven’t even had a drink yet and we’re already confusing each other.”
You let out a laugh.
He gestures an arm to the entry door. “Shall we go in?”
“Yeah sure!”
He signals for you to walk in first, and so your date begins. Things can only get better from here.
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Idk if you watch Legacies but: Hosie- "I walk into the stock room at work and you're halfway through a window and seem to be balancing on a stack of boxes. you don't even work here what do you think you're doing."
[A/N: Um, hell yes. I never write any other ships because I don’t think people actually care. BUT! I love Hope and Josie and would die for them. Just ask @agoddamnsupernova]
This is going to format weird, but I don’t know how to fix it. 
Josie Saltzman considered herself a calm, levelheadedperson. She got that from her mother. Her biological mother that turned out tobe one of Georgia’s best surgeons. Calm enough to truth her precise handmovements and gusto to slice into a person- yeah, calm and levelheaded isexactly how she would describe herself most of the time.
Right now, her arms ached from the weight of a box oft-shirts with a little wolf in the corner. A dull sweat was pulling at the backof her work shirt and the door to the stock room closed with a subtle thud. Sheused to come here during her first week at the clothing store and scream into apile of jeans. Now it was just a place to cool off and pretend like she waslooking for something on the floor that she knew wasn’t back here in the firstplace.
The stock room was a maze: Set up with rolling shelves ofproduct and boxes yet to be unloaded. It offered up a cool alternative to thelabyrinth that was open to the public and Josie often found herself collapsedunder a pile of boxes stacked under the window. Boxes that were currently inuse.
Josie felt like a statue, or maybe one of those scientistsfrom Jurassic Park that never seemed to learn their lesson. Either way, she wasfrozen, hoping that if she stayed quiet the very clear stranger in front of herattempting to crawl into the store through the propped window wouldn’t’ noticeher.
She wore a simple black t-shirt that rode up along theexpanse of her back- her hands grasping the sill of the window as auburn hair cascadedover broad shoulders. Josie wanted to sink into a hole and pretend she had toring someone out. Anything that made it less possible for her to get murderedin the stock room, and oh god, they wouldn’t find her for days.
“I can explain.” The voice was light and didn’t match thatof a killer, but they never really did. Josie glanced up, forgetting the numbfeeling in her arms. “I’m not going to rob you or anything.”
She was pretty- gorgeous really. Her features soft and hereyes a piercing Kelley green that had the potential to shift to brown. Equallyas beautiful. She had a smile despite her predicament, and she wore it well, alittle dimple against her cheek.
“You uh, you don’t even work here, what the hell are youdoing?”   Josie set the box down and shook her hands out,figuring if she needed to fight it would be better to have some feeling in herlimbs. Some confidence.
“Trying to climb out of a window.” She stated like it was amatter of opinions.
Josie pursed her lips and stared at the girl. She rememberedwhen she was first hired, and she had to sit through the video training. Therewas the normal stuff about folding shirts and how to greet people at the doors-but nothing about what to do when an attractive stranger quite literallydropped down from the higher-ups. Dare Josie say Heavens.
“No, I know. But why?”
“Oh, um. Okay so… my friend totally was shopping in here theother day and dropped her phone.”
Josie rose both of her eyebrows and resigned to crossing herarms over her chest. “The logical thing to do would be to go to the front desk.”
“Yeah, yes that should have been plan A, but I skipped rightto B.” She laughed. It was a soft sound.
“More like plan Z,” Josie mumbled dejectedly but reached forthe door anyway. They had a lost and found of sorts, it was behind the checkout counter right with the safe. It was usually sunglasses and the occasionalset of keys but none of it would sit too long. A phone would be easy to pin toa person.
She was startled by the close contact, the door closing quicklyunder her grasp with a light slam. Josie could smell sage, and maybe mint, onthe girl’s breath. She would have been taller than the girl if it weren’t forthe heeled boots. The stranger’s hand was right above her shoulder, pinning herclose to the door as a heaping of blood rushed past her ears.
“Hold on,” She spoke, a dull whisper.
Josie pushed her back closer to the door and puffed out herchest, maybe an attempt to look tougher, but it wasn’t working. The girl was smirking,and it was nothing short of dangerous.
“We can uh, we can go get your friends phone, really. Not abig deal.”
“There’s not a phone. Forgive me, but I didn’t exactly counton finding a helpful employee.”
Josie swallowed roughly and it felt like a knife was againsther throat when it clearly wasn’t. In fact, it was nothing but a girl she wouldbet that she could take with some strategic thinking. One that broke into thestore she worked for to gain minimum wage. Certainly not worth anything morethan a black eye. She wasn’t about to play here.
“Me and a few buddies are planning a heist. Figured thiswould be an easy target. For God sakes, you guys leave your windows unlocked.”She smiled like a demon and Josie couldn’t find herself caring about anythingelse. “I was just supposed to see if we could actually get in this way butdidn’t really think someone would walk in. At least now I know.”
Josie nodded like she understood, but she certainly didn’t.Not much anyway. The stranger straightened up and used her touch to smooth out thecollar to Josie’s button down. Her touch was hot, and she fought against theurge to lean into it. Again, she swallowed.
“So, what now?”
“Now, I let you get back to work, and we cut our losses.”She shrugged her shoulders and drew her hand back. “It was a stupid idea anyway.You might have just saved me from making a very stupid decision.”
The stranger knelt and picked up the box that Josie wascarrying before moving it on top of the stack she had attempted to scaleearlier. “I might need this, not too good at actually climbing stuff.”
Josie was stunned into a mute silence as she watched. Herback was still against the door and her heart was still pounding. Sensesenveloped. But still, she didn’t make a move for the door- to where the phonewas. To where she could click in three simple numbers and fix the situation athand. Instead, she stared. Stared and wondered.
“Wait,” She pushed herself away from the door. “I can help.”
“Get me up these boxes? Because I’m pretty sure I just needto latch my foot a certain way and-“
“No. Not the boxes. The robbery.”
The stranger stared her down, raking those neon eyes up anddown before her lips parted and she let out something akin to a sigh. “I don’tknow. Like I said, stupid idea. We would never be able to pull it off.”
“Not without me you won’t.” Josie found herself saying. “Ihave a key and we don’t have cameras. Come on, let me help you. I hate this placeanyway.”
It was true, she hated it here more than most, but thatstill shouldn’t be enough to persuade her to rob the place. If anything,it would be an incentive to turn in a two weeks notice and leave a bad review online.Maybe, just maybe, it was the girl who stood in front of her. The danger thatrolled off like waves. The slight taste she had gotten a few moments ago whilepinned under her touch.
“My name is Hope.” She reached out a hand, once again close.“Ironically enough.”
“Josie.” She accepted the gesture. “Josie Saltzman.”
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Hi! If you don’t mind I have a request for you: A reader X Connor, where the reader is a innocent person who always attended a private school. So when she ends up going to her first public school and meets Connor they eventually become friends. Jared wants to mess with Connor (for idk what reasons) and decides to try to make the reader un pure (if that makes sense) So then Connor try’s to protect the reader from Jared.
Connor Murphy XReader: Prep
Words: 7184
Warning: Swearing, sexual innuendo
Reader Pronouns: she/her
Author’s Note: Sorry this took a little while. I decided to do some writing on my fall break, and decided to do one of my requests! I was inspired by this request and it’s a little longer than most of my other stories, so I hope this is something like what you had in mind. Enjoy~
Part 1: ((You are here))Part 2: Here
It was raining. You always likedthe rain. It made everything fresh and brought a certain smell with it thatmade you feel relaxed.
Yes. Today was going to be a goodday.
You stood patiently in front ofthe bus stop for your new school with your plain black umbrella overhead. Thepaint was chipped away from the edges of the sign, and the picture of the bushad a symbol of some sort which obscured the image. The graffiti held your gazefor a moment and you felt your stomach twist uncomfortably. It was the middleof the school’s fall term, barely November, which meant a new set of classes,and a new curriculum you would probably be behind in. Hopefully you could findsomeone to stick close to that would help you catch up or at least point you inthe right direction.
The sight of a yellow bus with thenumber ‘201’ in bold black letters heading toward you made you straighten up,pulling your bag close to you. You smiled at the bus driver as she opened thedoor and you gave a small wave, “Good morning.”
The bus driver seemed momentarilyconfused as she looked you over, “Are you sure you’re in the right place,kid?”
An uneasy feeling set in and youreyes moved down to your outfit.
Plain white button up shirt. Darkblue blazer. Green and blue plaid tie. Blue and green plaid skirt. Plain blackshoes. White knee-high socks. Brown leather messenger bag.
No. You hadn’t forgotten anything.You didn’t know what to wear to your new school because they hadn’t given you anew uniform so you decided to wear the uniform from your old school. It wasbetter to look professional than to show up in casual clothing.
You looked back to the driverconfused, “No, I checked the online map of stops twice. This should beright. Bus route 201 to Westside High School?”
The driver nodded, confirming theroute number, and then gestured onto the bus, “Well, hop onboardthen.”
You nodded back, smile returningas you got onto the bus, closing your umbrella as you went. As you got to the topof the stairs and turned, you realized why the driver was so confused. Youlooked on into a sea of leggings, jeans, and t-shirts, and you felt yourstomach sink.
Your new school didn’t haveuniforms. You were wearing a uniform.
You tried to find an empty seatquickly, nearly sprinting to the very back of the bus, and sat down, pullingyour bag onto your lap and avoid eye contact with everyone else. The bus beganmoving again and you stared out the window, trying to take your mind off ofwhat the day may hold.
Maybe you could call your parents andget them to drop something off for you to wear at school. No, you didn’t wantto bother them. You would be fine.
You could do this.
You let out a quiet breath andlooked up as more students filed onto the bus. Most of them slid into seatsnear the front and you looked away again, staring at the rain as it hit thewindow and slowly dripped down the glass. The bus started moving again.
A rather aggressive thud from yourleft grabbed your attention and you turned to see a boy towering over you,drenched dark brown curls framing his face, sticking to his cheeks in oddangles from the rain. He was strikingly beautiful, you realized almostinstantly. His face was all angles, skin flawless and pale like porcelain, and beautifuleyes. Your gaze followed down his torso, and along his arms. That’s when yourealized his hand was resting on the back of your seat and he was staring downat you almost expectantly, “You’re in my seat.”
“I’m sorry-” You saidquickly, gathering your bag up close to you as your cheeks heated up, realizingthat you’d been staring at him, “-I’m new. Sorry. I didn’t realize the bushad assigned seating-”
The boy quirked an eyebrow,“It doesn’t. Not really.” He seemed to watch you for a moment,blocking you from getting up before he looked at the other seats on the bus.All full. He hesitantly sat down beside you in the seat, the sleeve of hishoodie was cold and wet as it pressed against your arm and you could feel therain soaking into your jacket sleeve. His gaze turned back to you almost nervously,“You said you were new.” It was more of a statement than a question.
You nodded once simply as youmoved over slightly, giving him more room in hopes that you would remain dryfor the most part, “Yeah, I used to go to Saint Vincent Prep. But my parentsmoved closer to this school district so now I’m going here. It’s my firstday.”
The boy beside you smirkedslightly, glancing down at your uniform, “Yeah I can tell.” There wasa small pause as his eyes flickered over your face.
After a moment you gestured toyourself, “I’m uh…I’m Y/N by the way.”
He let out a breath, soundingalmost disappointed as he finally looked away from you and back to the front ofthe bus, “And I’m not someone you want to actually be acquainted with.”
Your smiled faltered and youlooked to him in confusion, “I’m…sorry?”
“Look,” He straightened up in hisseat and continued to avoid your gaze now, “You don’t know this because you’renew, but I’m that kid that everyone avoids. And for good reason. Just doyourself a favor and forget about me the instant we get off this bus.”
You stared at him, eyes moving tohis clothes, his bag, his general appearance. You couldn’t figure out whyanyone would actively avoid him. His fingers fidgeted with the strap of his bagas if he could feel your eyes on him. Slowly you spoke, your voice quieter thanyou expected, “Why would people avoid you?”
He huffed almost angrily, “BecauseI’m not exactly a football player or one of the popular kids okay? I’m-” He stoppedvery abruptly, jaw locking before he spoke much quieter, “You’ll find out soonenough anyway.”
You moved to open your mouth whenhe suddenly got up and all but ran towards the front of the bus, disappearingout the doors as soon as they opened. The other students followed suit and youlooked out the window to see the school. You took a moment to mentally prepareyourself for the day ahead before heading off the bus toward the lobby of theschool. You entered the rather large building, making your way to a doorlabeled ‘Main Office’ where a well-kept man in a blue button up shirt satbehind a large desk.
He glanced up upon seeing you andgave a tired smile, “Hello, dear, you must be Miss L/N, our new student?”
“That’s me, yes,” You nodded andfelt a bit of the worry melt away, they were expecting you. Maybe this wouldn’tbe so bad.
He nodded and hummed to himself ashe dug through a file on his desk with loose papers inside. Eventually hepulled out a chart and handed it to you, “Here is your class schedule. Theschool is actually having an assembly during first and second period today, soI would advise hurrying to your first class while they’re still takingattendance.”
“Thank you,” You say, taking theschedule from him before making a beeline out of the office, “Have a greatday.”
“You too,” His voice came frombehind you.
English. Room 128.
You nodded to yourself as youbegan scanning the doors around you. After a few minutes of searching, youfound your classroom and gently knocked on the door before opening it slightly.
“Jenna Carver-” The teacherstopped and looked up at you.
The rest of the students stared atyou as you entered and you smiled nervously before looking back to the teacherat her desk. The teacher seemed momentarily confused as she shifted her bodytowards you, “Yes, can I help you with something?”
“I’m the new student? Y/N L/N? I’min this class, I think,” You said, trying to jog the teacher’s memory of somesort of mention of you.
She noddedonce and looked back to her computer screen, eyes scanning up and down beforeshe clicked something and looked back to you, “It appears you are on my class list, and you are nowmarked as present. My name is Mrs. Giddeon, but ‘Mrs. G’ or ‘Giddeon’ is fine.Take a seat. I’ve just got to take the rest of attendance and then we will allbe heading down to the gymnasium shortly.”
You nodded and looked around theclassroom at the desks which were tables that sat two or three people. Moststudents had someone already sitting with them, and some tables had already hitfull capacity. Your gaze landed on an empty table at the back of the classroomthat no one was currently sitting in. Slowly you made your way towards theempty table, past all of the talking students, and then took your seat in thespot closest to the aisle.
“Hey.”
You turned to the people sittingbeside you. There was a boy there looking in your general direction. He pushedhis glasses up his nose slightly before gesturing towards you and leaning a bitcloser, “You’re new so you might not know this, but you definitely do not wantto sit there.”
“I’m sorry, what? Why?” You lookedat the desk in confusion, eyes checking it for some sort of fatal flaw.
“There’s this kid who sits there.Connor Murphy. Total freak. He’s got crazy anger issues and screams at peoplein the hallway, shoving, punching, whatever. Y'know? Literal school shooter inthe making. I’d advise staying away from that desk, that way you can get coverwhen he eventually snaps,” He says, shifting over slightly, gesturing to the seatbetween him and a girl who seemed intently focused on her phone, “You can sithere if you want. Wouldn’t want you to end up as collateral damage.”
“Jared Kleinman.” The teachercalled out a little louder as if she had repeated herself a few times, grabbingyour attention in the process. She must have been calling attendance the wholetime and you just hadn’t realized.
“Shit- Here,” The boy beside you quickly called out before he lookedback to you expectantly.
You hesitated and looked to theseat beside Jared and slowly shook your head, “No, I think I’ll be alright.Thank you for the offer though.”
“Suit yourself,” Jared said,leaning back in his seat, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He paused for amoment before looking back to you again, “If you change your mind, the seat isalways here.”
You nodded and looked back to thefront of the classroom where the teacher was still doing attendance. She leanedtowards the computer screen and crossed her arms, “Elliot Monroe.”
“Yep.” A kid near the frontresponds.
“Connor Murphy?” Mrs. Giddeonlooked up at you and you froze, unsure if you had done something wrong withoutrealizing it. Then she sighed and looked back to the screen, muttering toherself, “And no Connor Murphy, like usual. Might as well write up his lateslip now…for when I see him sneak into the assembly last minute.”
Your brow furrowed and you lookedat the empty seat beside you, was this what the boy on the bus was talkingabout earlier? Was he Connor? It seemed probable but you weren’t exactly sure.
You leaned against the back ofyour seat, looking down and playing with your tie. Slowly you looked over atJared, “Hey Jared?”
“Hm?” He hummed, glancing in yourdirection.
“Connor. What does he look like?”You ask, fingers still fiddling with the tie in your hands.
Jared quirked an eyebrow and letout a breath, “Uh, well. Wears dark clothes. Freakishly tall. Lanky. Long hair.Kinda reminds me of a skeleton with a dirty mop on its head.”
“Oh…” You looked back down at yourtie, fingers moving over the plaid material, smoothing it out.
“Why?” Jared asks, seeminglyconfused.
“I just ran into him this morningand I wasn’t sure what his name was,” You said honestly, giving a small shrug.
“Jesus,” He sat up in his desk andturned to you, “Did he scream at you or something?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Yousay quickly, “I met him on the bus this morning. He seemed nice.”
Jared’s eyebrows shot up and hegave you a look of utter disbelief, “I’m sorry, did you just say Connor Murphyseemed nice?”
“I…” Your brow furrowed, “Yes?”
Jared opened his mouth to saysomething when Mrs. Giddeon rose from her seat, “Alright class, we’ll startmaking our way down to the gymnasium for the assembly. You can leave your bagshere or put them in your lockers but there are no bags permitted in the gym.”
You put your schedule into yourbag and placed it on your seat as you stood, making your way to the front ofthe classroom with the rest of the students.
Jared seemed to stick close to youas the crowd moved together out the door. He smirked, “You know, I think you’rethe first person who has said anything nice about that asshole.”
Your body tensed slightly at that,not used to somebody swearing around you. You cleared your throat, shaking offthe stiff feeling as you smiled weakly, “I like to believe anyone can be a goodperson if you give them the chance to be. And so far he hasn’t given me areason to hate him.”
Jared smiled almost knowingly andpatted your shoulder once, “Give it time. He’ll scare you away too.” He glancedup at the doors to the gym and then back to you, “Anyway, I’ll catch you later.Don’t wanna be seen in there with the weird kid in the preppy school uniform.”
Your smile fell completely as youwatch him head into the gymnasium by himself, leaving you alone. Slowly youfollowed behind him into the gym, fingers fumbling with your uniform nervously.Your eyes scanned the seats as the seniors filled up the back rows of thebleachers. You moved towards the seats closest to the far wall, hoping yourpresence would be left unnoticed as more kids began filing in from youngergrades. The seats around you began to fill up slowly but people seemed to avoidsitting directly beside you.
A few minutes passed and younoticed the exit door crack open slightly. You recognized Connor almostinstantly, his clothing still drenched from staying outside for so long, hischeeks and nose tinted a pink from the cold. He made eye contact with you andyou smiled warmly at him, giving a small wave. He looked behind him as if you weren’twaving at him, before he slipped into the gym, closing the door behind him. Heglanced at you again as you patted the seat beside you, inviting him over. Hemade his way over to you, taking a seat on the bleachers about a foot away,leaving a small space between you. At first you thought it was because he didn’twant to be seen with you either but then you noticed the puddle of waterpooling around him since he had been outside in the rain.
You spoke up first, “Your name isConnor, right?”
He tensed and looked to you with asort of disgust, “That was fast. Rumors dospread like wildfire, I guess. Not sure why I’m surprised.”
“You only came up in conversationbecause I was sitting at your table in English and this other kid told me Ishould move because that’s where you sat and you just weren’t there forattendance,” You say, a small frown on your face, “Where were you?”
Connor seemed surprised and slowlylooked down at his hands, picking at his nail polish almost nervously, “I’msurprised you even care, honestly. Uh…I was smoking, I didn’t get to thismorning at the bus stop. Too much rain. The school has an overhang wherestudents can go, so I thought I would get one in before the assembly.”
“You smoke?” You asked, shiftingyour body towards him.
He rolled his eyes, a ghost of asmile playing on his face, “I-”
“Murphy!”
You both jumped and turned to seeMrs. Giddeon a few seats over with a frown on her face, “No bags in thegymnasium. Take it to the classroom and take this with you.” She held out alate slip toward him. Connor sighed and slid off of the seat, walking down thebleachers and over to her. He reached for the slip which Mrs. Giddeon held backfrom his momentarily, “I expect to see you back in the gym before the assemblystarts.”
You perked up slightly, hand halfraised, slightly unsure if you needed her permission to speak or not, “I can gowith him, if you’d like?”
Mrs. Giddeon seemed surprised asshe looked to you, then after a moment of thought she smiled and gave a smallnod, “If you don’t mind. Make sure you see to it that he makes it back here,alright?”
You nodded and stood up as well,carefully making your way down the bleachers toward Connor. As you made it tothe bottom, he snatched the late slip from Mrs. Giddeon’s hand and began makinghis way out of the gym.
“Careful everyone, Murphy’s got abag. Think he might be planning on shooting up the school today!” A voice fromthe back of the bleachers called out, but you couldn’t pinpoint the origin ofthe voice.
Laughter rippled through the crowdas you watched Connor tense at the words. His strides picked up speed and itfelt like you had to sprint to keep up with him. Connor pushed open the doorsand disappeared into the hallway with you following closely behind him.
“Are you okay?” You asked, reachingout to him.
He continued walking, notbothering to turn and look back at you, “Just go back inside the gym okay? Idon’t know what kind of shit you’re hoping the gain from doing this. I don’twant to be your friend, okay? Go bother someone else.”
You hesitated and froze where youwere, no longer matching his pace as you watched him create a distance between thetwo of you. You thought of what Jared said before he abandoned you at thegymnasium doors. Slowly you began following again, fingers fidgeting with yourtie, “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m just trying to be nice.”
His strides slowed and he stoppedin front of the closed classroom door. He sighed and looked over his shoulderat you, uncertainty in his eyes. Then he pushed open the door and noddedinside, “Come on.”
You hesitantly moved towards theclassroom and slipped inside before he closed the door behind the two of you.He moved towards the back of the classroom towards the table that he had claimedas his, moving around your chair as he pulled out the other chair at the desk.He slipped the strap of his bag over his head and tossed it onto the seatbefore he unzipped his hoodie, almost peeling off the soaking wet material. Youwatched him momentarily, eyes flickering over his chest and abdomen, his t-shirtsticking to it giving you a view of his muscles. He placed the hoodie over the back of the chair and glanced up,meeting your gaze and effectively catching you staring at him. Your faceinstantly flushed pink and you looked away, trying to pretend as if you hadn’tbeen caught staring at him.
He chuckles and glanced back athim to see him looking away from you, a slight pink tint to his cheeks and asmall smirk on his face as he unstuck his shirt from his chest. He cleared histhroat and looked back up at you, “Look, just, come here.”
You walked over to him and hestared down at you for a second, appearing to look you over. You felt self conscious,crossing your arms over your chest as if that would hide yourself from hisgaze. After a moment he gestured to your blazer, “Take that off.”
Your cheeks turned red and youreyes widened, “I-I’m sorry?”
His smirk widened and he shook hishead, “Jesus, I’m not trying to get into your pants, you just stick out like asore thumb in that dumb uniform. Just take off your weird jacket thing.”
You looked away from him and unbuttonedit before slipping the blazer off your shoulders. You folded it carefully andplaced it in your bag before looking back up to him expectantly.
“Tie too,” He says, gesturing tothe material before you obliged and removed that as well. Connor seemed to bethinking again before he reached out carefully and began undoing the top few buttonsof your blouse. Then he took a step back and looked you over, his eyes movingover you carefully.
You avoided his gaze in hopes thathe couldn’t tell how red he was making you.
“Okay, come on,” His voice grabbedyour attention.
You looked up at him as he began makinghis way back out of the classroom with hand thumbs in the front pocket of hisjeans. You hurried after him and looked down at yourself, feeling incrediblyexposed without the top buttons of your blouse done up. Then you noticed hewasn’t leading you back to the gym and your brow furrowed, “Where are we going?”
“My locker. Don’t worry, itshouldn’t take long,” He said.
You nodded and followed behindhim, staring at his back as he led the way. You found yourself staring at the waterdroplets as they continued to drip down his dark wavy hair. Quickly you shookyour head and commanded yourself to get a grip and to stop staring at this guywho obviously wasn’t interested in being your friend.
You ran into something warm andwet and stumbled back a little in shock. You looked up and found yourselfstaring at Connor who seemed confused, “Watch where you’re going.”
“Jeez, sorry,” You bit your lipand looked away from him again.
He huffed and opened a locker,rummaging through it for a moment before he removed another hoodie. This onewas dark grey and lined with a soft lighter grey material. He held it out toyou, “Put this on.”
Your brow furrowed as you staredat the hoodie, “But this is yours.”
“Just give it back to me tomorrowor something,” He shrugs and closes his locker, gesturing towards you with it abit more forcefully, “Take it. Put it on.”
You took it from him and put it on,zipping it up most of the way. The sweater covered your skirt almost entirelyconsidering how much bigger Connor was than you. You looked back up to Connorwho was staring down at you. Slowly he met your gaze and nodded, “You uh… youlook nice.”
A smile pulled onto your face, “Really?”
“Yeah, you won’t stick out now.Let’s just get back to the gym before I get you in trouble,” Connor says, startingto make his way back towards the gymnasium.
You felt a bit of your nervousnessfade as your smile widened, “Thank you.”
There was a moment of silence thatpassed between you, and you could have sworn you saw the tips of his ears turnred as you stared at the back of his head. He cleared his throat and muttered aquiet, “Don’t mention it.”
The rest of the walk to thegymnasium was quiet and uneventful. You both made your way in through the doorsand took your seats on the far side of the gym beside the emergency exit. Mrs.Giddeon nodded at you as you passed by, quietly thanking you.
You smiled and nodded in returnand turned towards the middle of the gym where the principle was standing, talkingabout some issues regarding drug use and abuse in the school. The wholeassembly was on the topic of drugs and various guest speakers you had neverheard of addressed the topic. Eventually the assembly ended and the studentswere filed out of the gymnasium, one class at a time.
Mrs. Giddeon eventually rose upand gestured for her students to follow her from the gymnasium. You and Connor rosefrom your seats and made your way down the bleachers. When you got to thebottom of the bleachers, Connor stretched, his shirt rising up over his stomachslightly revealing the trail of fine hair that went from his bellybutton downwards.
Your face heated up again and youavoided looking at Connor, burying your face in the collar of his sweater inhopes to hide your blushing face.
Connor chuckled and startedleading the way back to the classroom, “You do that a lot.”
“Do what?” You asked, playing withthe sleeve of the sweater, still avoiding his gaze.
“Turn red,” He says, glancing downat you with a smirk on his face.
“My old school had a strict dresscode and I’m just not used to…this,” You say quickly, gesturing at himhaphazardly, still avoiding his gaze.
“What the hell does that mean,” Hiseyes narrowed slightly as the two of you walked behind the rest of your class.
You chuckled nervously, trying tofight off the blush, “U-Uh…cute guys? All the guys at my old school wore likethree layers of clothes with their uniforms so we don’t see much? You know? Butpeople at this school wear whatever they want. And you’re still kind of wet soyour clothes are sticking to you and I keep catching myself staring at your um…”You trailed off, cheeks turning a dark red as you thought about what you weresaying, “-your body? I’m sorry, I’m being super weird. Um…”
“Jesus Christ,” Connor mumbledunder his breath, shaking his head as you approached the classroom, “Have you actuallybeen so fucking sheltered that you think I’m even remotely attractive?”
It felt like your face got evendarker, if that was even possible, and you kept your eyes glued on the floor, “Isthat a rhetorical question? Uh, yes? I guess? I mean, I don’t think I’dconsider myself sheltered, but I do…um…find you attractive?”
He laughed incredulously, hischeeks pink as he looked up at the classroom door, talking to himself as hewalked inside the room, “Where the hell did you come from?”
Your brow furrowed as you walkedbetween the rows of tables towards the back where your things waited for you atyour desk, “Saint Vincent Prep? I told you that like-”
“No- Shut up, that’s not what Imeant. You weren’t actually supposed to hear that. Uh…” He said, taking hisseat and shoving his bag onto the floor beside him as he rubbed the back of hisneck, “I meant that you’re actually going out of your way to try and talk to meand you didn’t instantly treat me like some ugly freak like the rest of theschool does. It’s nice, I guess. To be treated like an actual person instead ofsome kind of…monster.”
Your eyes eased as you sat downbeside him, “You haven’t done anything to make me dislike you. I get that youmight have a temper but I still want to spend time with you. I want to be yourfriend even if that’s not what you want.”
“I don’t think we’re quite thereyet,” Connor says, looking to the top of his desk where his hands rested,picking at the already chipped nail polish, “You don’t know me. I don’t knowyou. How about you wait a bit and we’ll revisit the whole ‘friend’ thing onceyou actually know me? I’m sure I’ll be able to scare you off by then.”
You let out a sigh and nodded, turningyour attention to the front of the classroom, “If that’s what you want.”
Connor went quiet after that andwhen the bell rang signaling the start of lunch, he was out of his seat beforeyou had a chance to talk to him. You tried to follow him as quickly as youcould, fumbling with your bag as you pulled the strap around your shoulder. Butwhen you made your way out into the hallway, he was already lost in the sea ofstudents that filled the hallways.
Lunch was slow and uneventful, aswere your other two classes for the day. Neither Connor, nor Jared were in yourother classes. Not that you were looking for Jared considering how rude he wasto you before the assembly. The only real reason you noticed at all was becauseyou were hoping to see any familiar faces but you weren’t.
When the end of the day rolledaround, you began making your way towards the front of the school and out thefront doors. You found your bus relatively easy and climbed on, making your wayto the back into an empty seat you assumed Connor sat it. Around ten minutespassed and the bus filled up before the engine came to life and the doorsclosed, but there was still no sign of Connor. Your brow furrowed but youdecided not to worry about it too much. He could take care of himself.
The next morning you decided onsome casual clothing that would hopefully make you stick out less. You settledon your favourite jeans, a warm sweater, and your favourite shoes. You stood atthe bus stop, your bag around your shoulder, Connor’s hoodie tucked neatly overyour arm.
Almost right on time, bus 201pulled up to your stop and you smiled at the bus driver as the doors opened, “Goodmorning.”
“Morning again,” The bus driverreturned the smile with one of her own.
You climbed onto the bus and movedto the very back, sitting in the seat you had the day before. As soon as you tookyour seat, the bus started moving again and you took care to note where Connor’sstop was as you approached it. When the bus came to a stop, you looked to thefront of the bus, waiting for Connor as a few other kids got onto the bus. Youwatched them take their seats, but…there was no Connor. The bus started movingagain and you looked outside the window, confused, eyes scanning the houses tosee if you could possibly see Connor running out last minute, but there was nosign of him.
You looked down at his sweater inyour hands, running your fingers over the soft material as you contemplatedwhere he could have gone. There had to be a logical explanation.
First class was slow. Math alwaysseemed to drag on. When lunch eventually reared its head, you decided toexplore the school in hopes of running into a familiar face. The hallways wereless populated than you expected, most students opting to spend their lunch ina classroom, outside, or in the cafeteria rather than endlessly roaming thehallways. You decided that heading to the cafeteria would be a good firstchoice considering you didn’t have a lunch packed today.
When you entered the cafeteria, itreminded you of a movie. All of the tables were separated by cliques and friendgroups with similar interests. Jocks. Cheerleaders. Band kids. Then your eyes foundhim, sitting at a table by himself against the far wall. You headed towards thecounter, deciding that food would be a good start. There was almost no line, sogetting a few of your favorite foods from the selection the cafeteria offeredtook almost no time at all. When you had a tray of food, you began making yourway towards Connor at the back of the room; glad he hadn’t fled when you weren’tlooking.
As you approached, you noticed hisbody tense as if he could sense you coming towards him. Then his eyes flickeredup and he met your gaze, confusion crossing his features as you sat down acrossfrom him. He straightened up in his seat, brow furrowing, “What are you doing?”
“Sitting here so we can both pretendlike we have friends for a little while,” You say, placing your tray on thetable in front of you before you looked up at him, a gentle smile on your face,“And you looked a little lonely.”
He sighed and leaned back in hisseat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes, “Jesus, you’re toonice to me. Why are you so nice to me?” Connor let out a huff and opened hiseyes, dropping his hands back to the table. Before you had a chance to respond,he gestured vaguely in your direction, “No uniform today. A bold move. That’slike, your signature look now.”
You cracked a smile and shook yourhead, “Yeah, I thought I should take your advice and try to blend in a bitbetter.” Then you remembered his sweater and reached into your bag, pulling itout and handing it out to him, “Here, by the way. Thank you for letting meborrow it yesterday. I was going to give it to you this morning but you weren’ton the bus.”
“I got a ride with my sister, Zoe.I usually go with her but she left without me yesterday. I try not to take thebus if I can,” Connor says, taking the sweater from you and stuffing it intohis bag, “And it was no problem. Sorry if it smelled like smoke, or whatever.”
“No, it smelled nice actually,”You smiled gently, “It was very cozy.”
Connor huffed and looked away fromyou, a pink blush dusting his cheeks as he went silent.
“So… you have a sister?” Youquestioned, hoping to change the topic.
He nodded, “She’s a year youngerthan me. Into jazz band. And planet stuff.”
“Are you two close?” You asked,looking through your food tray and picking something to eat.
“Not at all. She doesn’t want tohave anything to do with me. And honestly, I don’t blame her,” Connor says, pickingat the polish on his nails again, which was mostly gone at this point.
You paused a moment before asking,“Do you have any hobbies?”
His gaze turned to you, “Why areyou suddenly so interested in me?”
You gave a small shrug and lookeddown at your food nervously, “You didn’t want to consider me as a friend untilI got to know you. So, I thought we could do that. If that’s okay.”
Connor shrugged, keeping his eyeson his hands, “I’m sure if you ask other kids at this school, they’ll gladlytell you everything that you could possibly want to know.”
“I’d prefer to hear things fromyou, actually. Hearing other people talk about you makes me…I don’t know…uncomfortable?They’re all so mean from what I’ve heard and it just seems wrong to talk aboutsomeone when they’re not there,” You said, looking back to him, “I want to getto know you. Like, the real you. Not the version of you that the rest of theschool sees.”
There was a wave of silence thatpassed between you and for a while you thought that maybe he didn’t want totalk to you anymore.
“I read a lot, I guess.”
You glanced up to see Connor and asmile pulled back onto you face as his eyes met yours. It was like from thatmoment on he felt like he could open up to you. It was only small things fornow, which was fine with you. You could tell Connor had a lot of issues, butyou also knew that pushing him was not something that would be helpful to him,so instead you took it slow with simple questions. You talked about your likesand dislikes, your family and any pets you’ve had, hobbies and interestsoutside of school. But those small things meant a lot to you considering thetype of person Connor seemed to portray himself as. It seemed like the two ofyou had been talking for hours despite your lunch block only being an hour long.Eventually the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, bringing the two of youout of your conversation.
You stood up from your seat,pulling your bag onto your shoulder and picking up your empty food tray, “Weshould get going to English.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Connor said,getting to his feet as well as he glanced towards the emergency exit, “I mayactually get a smoke first before we head in.”
Your brow furrowed, “But won’tthat make you late?”
“Not if I do it quickly,” Connorreasons with you as he shrugs, turning to head towards the door.
“So, am I allowed to call you my friendyet?” You asked after him.
He hesitated and glanced back atyou, seemingly contemplating the question for a minute. Then he smiled slightly,“Not yet. You’ve only made it to acquaintances.”
“I guess I can live with that. Butyou better believe that I’ll be patiently awaiting the upgrade to the ‘friends’status in the future,” You beamed at him.
He rolled his eyes, a small smile playingon his face as he made his way out of the cafeteria.
You watched the exit door closebehind him before you made your way towards the main doors to the cafeteria.You made your way to the English room and gave a small wave to Mrs. Giddeon asyou entered, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Giddeon”
She returned the smile but itseemed half-hearted, “Afternoon, Y/N.”
You made your way to the back ofthe room, taking a seat right against the wall at your shared desk with Connor.You placed your bag beside your chair and pulled out your notebook for theclass, getting ready for when the class started shortly.
“Still sitting in that desk, huh,Prep?”
“Huh?” You looked toward thevoice, brow furrowing as you made eye contact with Jared.
“You know? Prep? It’s this superfunny nickname for you that I came up with because you came from a prep school?”Jared says, waving a hand dismissively, “Nevermind, it was funnier in my head.Anyway, you’re still sitting with the school shooter?”
You felt your stomach twistnervously and you looked away from him, not enjoying the was the conversationwas heading, “At least Connor isn’t embarrassed to be seen with me…”
“It’s not like it’ll hurt his reputationsince he’s already the most unpopular kid in the whole fucking school,” Jared’ssmile fell as you winced at his words, and he looked to you in confusion, “Wait,does insulting him actually make you uncomfortable?”
“I don’t like it when people talklike that about anyone really, not just him. And the swearing and stuff too. I’mjust not used to a lot of this kind of rude or vulgar stuff. I was never reallyexposed to this kind of stuff before starting school here,” You muttered,playing with the edge of your sweater.
Jared’s eyebrows shot up, “Wait-wait- wait. So, you’re telling me that you’ve never swore before?”
“It wasn’t allowed in my school,”You say, “So we all got out of habit of saying it or hearing it.”
“It’s not allowed here either butthe teachers really don’t give a shit,” Jared says. You wince again and he cringes,“Sorry.” Another pause. “What about like…sexual stuff?”
Your face goes pink, “I’m sorry?”
“Are you kidding me?” Jared’s facelights up as he grins, you could practically see the stars in his eyes, “Oh mygod, this is too good. Have you ever even kissed someone before?”
You couldn’t even look at him, thethought of kissing anyone made you stomach twist nervously and your cheeksflush red as you stared at your hands.
Jared barked a laugh and leanedtowards you, “Have you ever even thought about that kind of stuff before? Likewhat it would be like to do stuff like that or would that like, corrupt you or something?”
“I’ve thought about it, but I’venever, um…” You could barely form a sentence as you tried to keep yourselftogether.
Jared was beaming at this point,seemingly enjoying your discomfort, “Have you ever wondered what it would belike to get fingered?”
“Please stop.” You could feel yourcheeks burning.
Jared smirked, leaning in closeras he spoke, almost as if he cared about being loud enough that others mighthear him, “And look, I know you just met the guy, but you seem to have a softspot for him so like, have you ever thought of Connor that way before? Likefingering you-?”
A hand slamming down on Jared’sdesk made him jump and stop his words mid-sentence. You looked up to see Connor,and instantly a wave of relief swept over you.
“Do you get off on being acomplete dick to people, Kleinman?” Connor hissed, eyes narrowed as he leaned towardJared menacingly, “Just do yourself a favor and leave her the fuck alone, unlessyou want me to knock out those giant teeth of yours.”
Jared seemed speechless in thatmoment and Connor instantly approached you, taking a seat in the chair betweenyou and Jared, creating a wall. He looked down at you and his brow furrowed inworry, “You seem pretty red, are you doing okay?”
“I’m okay,” You say, trying to be reassuringas you looked down at your hands, “I um…how much of that did you hear?”
“None of it, really. I just got tothe door and saw him harassing you so I decided on acting instead of lettinghim be a complete ass for any longer,” Connor said with a shrug.
You let out a quiet breath asanother wave of relief washed over you. You looked up to Connor with a smallsmile on your face, “Thank you for that. It means a lot to me.”
Connor shrugs again and plays withhis fingers, “Don’t worry about it. It’s what friends do.”
A beat passed between you beforeyou realized what he said. You looked over at him and a smile pulled onto yourface as your eyes eased. He said he was your friend. He glanced down at youagain, meeting your gaze as a soft smile pulls onto his face, a certain warmnessreaching his eyes.
A friend.
You liked the sound of that.
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All of them you friggin Lovely lady ily
1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?
Kitchen counter if I could ever find a counter the right height. Gonna be a requirement for our house babe, good counter fucking height. 
2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:
Hella good cause it was with you!
3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:
Harley Quinn
4: Something that never fails to make you horny:
Rain......
5: Where is one place you would never have sex:
Probably public restrooms and kitchens
6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when ______________
My partner had been going down on me for like an hour and a half and their mouth was starting to get sore/tired and it was my first time. They told me they were starting to get sore and asked me if I was close and I had to say, “I didn’t know if it was polite to cum or not.” Then proceeded to have trouble cumming because I’d edged myself so long and was really nervous/embarrassed. 
7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:
One of my exes fingers.... they were just so long and I couldn’t stop imagining all the new places they could reach. 
8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]:
Other. Pulling the other person’s t-shirt over their head so it blindfolds and binds them. 
9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:
Push me against a wall or do that low sexy whisper in my ear telling me what you want to do to me. 
10: Top or bottom?
Switch
11: We were about to ____________ but then ______________ [example: we were about to have sex but then his mom walked in]
We were about to send people home so we could have sex but then it turned into a birthday orgy. 
12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?
One can be enough but I like a lot of foreplay in that case and it has to be one of those really strong O’s that leaves you breathless and just wanting to curl up into them and sleep. Not necessary but definitely appreciated. 
13: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:
Idk, both my parents have seen my sex toys so whatevs. I guess me. 
14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:
Little butter cause she was big butter. 
15: Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex:
1) The textures! Oral gives so many more textures than anything else. The hardness of teeth, the dexterity of a soft tongue, the pressure of the lips/suction. 
2) That moment when they stop for a second and you have your hand on the back of their head. Your eyes meet and then you push them back into you. 
16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:
Probably the time an ex stripped me down to just underwear in front of guests not really with anyones’ permission. 
17: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]
Yes, was less flavorful than I thought it would be. Mostly just salty with a slight tang I guess but ever so slight. 
18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:
Yes. For me there is zero chance of pregnancy and I trust my long-term committed partners as I always have people get tested first. 
19: Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had?
7th grade English teacher. She gave off strong plant filled house, lesbian vibes and was adorably quirky. 
20: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:
Maybe whipped cream? 
21: How big is too big:
Vaginally around 7 inches. Anally I have not really found a limit yet. Seems to be if I’m in the mood for it it’s gonna fit. 
22: One sexual thing you would never do:
Gun play
23: Biggest turn on:
See 9.... same question basically. 
24: Three spots that drive you insane:
1) Spot slightly to the left of my bellybutton (feels so good I have to be extremely comfortable with the person because too much and sex has to stop I cramp so bad). 
2) To the left and right of the vulva, where my inseam meets my pelvis. 
3) Neck
25: Worst possible time to get horny:
Never? 
26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans:
YYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS
27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:
Anal in a shower no lube.... yeah. 
28: How much fapping is too much fapping:
When I start wanting to strangle someone from the noise. 
29: Best sexual complement you ever got:
I’ve never cum from oral before, I can’t  believe you did that to me. 
30: Bald, landing strip, Jumanji:
I’m more of a trimmed natural V line of the genitals. It’s fun to have a little something to hold onto down there. 
31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut:
Oh definitely. It’s not always about you. Sometimes it’s about your partner. 
32: Fill in the blank: “If they ____________, we are fuckin”
Put their hand under my shirt
33: What’s your favorite part of your body:
Right now my vagina.
34: Favorite foreplay activities:
Scratch me up. 
35: Love (>,
..........what? 
36: What do you wear to bed?
T-shirt and panties. 
37: When was the first time you masturbated:
Someone did my first time for me at like 12 or 13. 
38: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?
If you want the answer look at my twitter. Shameless plug: https://twitter.com/SkylightsofLife
39: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?
It’s been a hot minute. When I was 20? Somewhere around there. 
40: Have/would you ever have sex outside?
I have and would again.  
41: Have/would you ever had a threesome?
I have and would again. 
42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?
Nothing? 
43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school?
Have and would again. It’s such the exhibitionist dream. 
44: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?
Probs not. Maybe some up the skirt action with the GF masturbating for me if we could hide it well enough. 
45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to?
Desire by Meg Myers. Yes, I am a freak. 
46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?
Rain
47: Most attractive celebrity?
Chyler Leigh
48: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?
Yes, but it has to be actual lesbian targeted porn. Not that crap for cis men. 
49: If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now?
About three months old. 
50: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online?
Probably. Not that it matters. I’ve already “leaked” my own nudes. 
51: What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny?
A dirty dish being in the room while my partner tries to do anything. 
52: Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?)
Yes. Quite fond of the ones on my legs. Not to fond of the ones on my upper butt. Nobody has ever had a problem with them and if they did I wouldn’t keep them around long for shaming something so natural. 
53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not)
FUCK YES. It’s just so much fun. Not really sure why I just know it’s one of my favorite things to do. 
54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?
Please. Just all of them. 
55: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?
I’m perfectly okay with doing it but I want to know first so I can make it special and we are going to talk about it to make sure no lines are crossed. Just want the person to have a good first experience. 
56: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?
Anything sticky. When you’re trying to make things slide easy sticky is the enemy. 
57: Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see?
Nope. She sees it all. She can see anything I do I don’t care. We trust each other completely. It’s why we work so well together in my opinion. 
58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)
Yes. Too many to list. Basic gist things that go vvvvbbbbbb, clamps, vaginal and anal penetratives, and bondage stuffs. 
59: Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day?
Sure. Have at it baby. I shit blog most of the time anyways but people seem to like it. 
60: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery?
No. They need to do whatever makes them happy. I don’t get a decision in that. I’m here to supplement their happiness not control it. 
61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?
Pornstar. I can’t do casual sex. 
62: Do you watch porn?
Yes, we already covered this. Who wrote these redundant questions? 
63: How small is too small?
Everybody has fingers and can use a dildo so nothing. 
64: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?
Hell yes. For so many things. Being gay, being trans, my love of fluid play. 
65: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?
The lovely Jessica. Hell yes. I kissed her as she was leaving to get on a plan knowing I wouldn’t see her for months. I cried lots. 
66: Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day?
On a non-workday yes. I need mine for work. 
67: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?
Haven’t tried yet but in the right clothes probably. Don’t want something that’s gonna rub too hard. 
68: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?
Nah. I can get down and dirty with the best of them. 
69: If you could give yourself head, would you?
Probably not. Solely for the reason it’s the one thing I can’t do to myself so it feels more special when someone else does it and it’s the one thing I don’t get into a routine of so every experience with it is different and new. 
70: Booty or Boobs?
Can I not have both??? Boobs more though just cause they are so good to lay on. 
71: If you had a penis, what would you name it?
Firehouse, cause everyone wants to slide down the pole in them. ;) I’m dumb. Ignore me. 
72: Have you ever been on an official date?
Yeppers. 
73: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)
Nope. That shit sucks and too many people have done it to me for me to ever put someone else through that pain. 
74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?
Luna, cause I’m as pale as the moon. 
75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)
Not my parents but an exes parents. Was actually an orgy....
76: How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed?
Burn it. 
77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina
Holy crap that’s huge. I love it. 
78: If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do?
As a person who’s had both I don’t feel the need to answer this. 
Ps, fuck you Jess. That’s a lot of freaking questions. You owe me a night of you topping as punishment. 
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