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Tancy pt.1

Nancy: [it’s giving your birthday is today and she’s seen socials, whether today is the party or it’s later on, whatever we want]

Nancy: Are you going to invite my sister to your birthday?

Teddy: I haven’t expressively forbidden her

Nancy: Okay

Nancy: I’m sure I can’t convince you to do so?

Teddy: Are you?

Nancy: You’d naturally want to exploit any perceived desperation from me in wanting you to, so no

Nancy: The question remaining is do I need to buy your discretion here

Teddy: You wound me, doubly 💔

Teddy: & on today of all days no less

Nancy: Don’t be silly

Nancy: your gift is in the post, naturally

Teddy: Spoken like the poor relation you’ve got more experience of than I do

Nancy: Last I heard, we weren’t doing the whole ‘friends’ thing

Teddy: Last I heard, you were too horrifically jealous of [his gf’s name] to be friends

Teddy: not to mention preoccupied with your own search for a new beau, how IS that going btw? 🤔

Nancy: I forgot how amusing you can be

Nancy: Bless you, myself and [the boy he said she’d get with, not James lol] are very much an item, obviously

Teddy: Obviously, on both counts again

Nancy: We can cut the pleasantries

Nancy: just tell me if we’re on the same page about this

Teddy: About what, darling?

Nancy: About you and Ava not being friends, either

Teddy: I haven’t forgotten how dry she can be, though with her and J very much an item I’m certain she’s far wetter of late

Nancy: Why would they be an item?

Nancy: besides being a punchline now

Teddy: She’s yet to meet a hopeless case she didn’t fall for & naturally his desperation levels re a fresh start with someone who hasn’t completely let herself go physically & mentally couldn’t be higher

Nancy: She doesn’t even know him

Nancy: lame duck love aside, it’s not quite a radar

Teddy: Thanks to me they were afforded the ideal meet-cute, didn’t you know?

Nancy: When?

Teddy: Her birthday, of course

Nancy: You didn’t mention anything at the time

Teddy: I don’t remember speaking to you at the time

Nancy: It was after her birthday

Teddy: What a pity the happy news slipped my mind, whenever you’re referring to

Nancy: I can’t believe you held out on me like that

Teddy: I must have been super preoccupied myself

Nancy: You could have led with it, instead of asking for your own invitation, it’s far more interesting

Teddy: Perhaps I was already bored by it

Nancy: Nonsense, there’s nothing boring about it

Nancy: it’s a crime, more or less, is he back on the sauce?

Teddy: It isn’t, she was legal the day of, as am I

Teddy: but go ahead & pop a breathaliser in the post with my gift, he’ll be delighted to receive it, should he ever

Nancy: Congratulations, naturally 🥳

Nancy: and how generous for you to give me this gift

Teddy: You’re SO welcome, Nance

Nancy: did she not get you what you wanted?

Nancy: Seems most unlike you to not be in better spirits about the potential of this all

Teddy: Despite what the size of her suggests, Chlo refused to be spoon-fed & has done precisely 0

Nancy: So she’s not been given irrefutable proof yet

Nancy: that’s easy enough

Teddy: If anyone would knock up your sister with another unwanted brat it’d be my brother but as yet she shows no signs

Nancy: That’s not the only way to skin a cat

Nancy: you catch them, or let them be caught by her, or worse, someone who’s going to make it public information

Teddy: He wouldn’t show up to my birthday even if I invited him publicly, your timing’s unfortunate

Nancy: Ex-drunks hate to see everyone else having a good time, of course

Nancy: that doesn’t mean it’s off the table entirely, God

Nancy: how is he even finding time to see her

Teddy: On daddy dearest’s clock you can find time for anything, it isn’t a real job

Nancy: I’ve no doubt you can, he’s meant to be boring and sensible

Teddy: He was meant to be when he disgraced himself by making Chlo public

Nancy: I recall her devious if not so clever plan

Teddy: Please, who remembers that far back?

Nancy: Of course you don’t

Nancy: I wonder if I can talk to Chlo, get it out of her without letting on I know

Teddy: Easily, her mind’s as slow as her 🐳 body

Nancy: She didn’t believe you

Teddy: Her loss, literally, when he’s lawyered up & she’s still floundering like a fool

Nancy: She is a fool, is the point

Nancy: she doesn’t like being confronted with reality, there has to be no other option available

Teddy: He is, to have not walked out by now

Nancy: It’s all rather embarrassing but he’s hardly the first to have a failed first go of things

Nancy: never made any sense to me, sticking by her

Teddy: Quite

Nancy: Come on

Nancy: you’re the only other person who’s going to be close to suitably excited about this

Teddy: Not today

Nancy: I know, I know, it’s your birthday

Teddy: You don’t care

Nancy: Don’t be silly

Nancy: I’m sure you’ll have an amazing time

Teddy: Talk to Chlo, your priorities are blatant

Nancy: Teddy, I didn’t even know anything about this until you just said

Teddy: & you’re welcome for the info, I told you

Nancy: I wasn’t asking for an invite, you don’t need to put me off

Teddy: I know you weren’t

Nancy: James might’ve convinced himself it’s acceptable but I know what is and isn’t a good look

Teddy: Fantastic, well done you 👏

Nancy: Why are you being like this

Teddy: Do keep up, it may be in writing & you may be disabled but nevertheless

Nancy: Ha, ha

Nancy: I’m not jealous of [his gf], I’m happy for you

Teddy: Disgusting, I hope you kept the receipt for such an unwanted ‘gift’

Nancy: 😏 you’re so strange

Teddy: MOI? Hardly

Nancy: Yes, you

Nancy: you should be thrilled I’m not crashing your party to start shit

Teddy: It’d be thrilling if you did

Nancy: Obviously, I’m the life of any party I’m at

Teddy: & you’re cruelly denying me the pleasure of your company

Nancy: now I know you’ll be far too busy being the centre of attention to care who’s giving it

Teddy: You don’t

Nancy: You’re 💔 me with how sad you’re being

Nancy: What’s the matter?

Teddy: As I said, a catch-up with your former bestie will cheer you

Nancy: You can tell me, you know

Nancy: no one will know your 16th was bittersweet

Teddy: The cluelessness of my peers is a shock to no-one, true

Nancy: Does your dad have some odd posh tradition and he now expects even more of you or

Teddy: Go away, there’s no juicy scandal to reveal

Nancy: I’m concerned, excuse me

Teddy: Liar, you are not

Nancy: am too, prick

Nancy: I expected to find you 🎈 on the ceiling

Teddy: Try again next year, you can invite me to your engagement party or whatever other tedious grown up thing you’re planning

Nancy: I’m not your sister

Teddy: [the boy she’s with] doesn’t have [the amount Seb does] in the bank

Nancy: I’m 21, an engagement at that age reeks of unwanted pregnancy, no thanks

Nancy: Chlo has that market cornered and I’m not interested

Teddy: You’d have to be meaner about his genetics or performance specifically if you were looking to cheer me up

Nancy: Your sister’s man?

Nancy: it’s punching down so it won’t be hard

Teddy: No, yours

Nancy: I told you what it was

Nancy: and I’m absolutely not pregnant, thank God

Teddy: I’ve had worse gifts

Teddy: [be ungrateful and slag off some of your past presents from birthdays over the years even though all of them would be expensive af and what you asked for/things people genuinely think you’d want you’re just a dick]

Nancy: You poor thing

Nancy: at least you don’t have to share your birthday, that’s the worst thing in the world

Teddy: You make them seem yours completely

Nancy: He’s no interest in celebrating with anyone else anymore, that’s why

Teddy: I mean as far back as I can remember

Nancy: It’s in my genetics, knowing how to throw a party

Teddy: I dread to think what’s in mine, how to embarrass myself awfully at a party in countless ways?

Nancy: Nonsense, how well you came off of your genetics is literally written all over your face

Nancy: the penchant for barely legal girls isn’t going to get you in any sort of trouble for years yet either

Teddy: Ha ha

Nancy: Gosh, darling

Nancy: would you like me to send [one of her usual dealers who was at her party(ies)] to you, serious

Teddy: No thanks, I owe him [however much you do]

Nancy: because you cleared my debts

Nancy: it’s not even a gift at this point but consider it dealt with

Teddy: He wasn’t supposed to mention it, talk about indiscrete

Nancy: you’re hard to miss, I don’t know many boys with bleach blonde hair

Nancy: you didn’t have to do that for me

Teddy: Neither do you, I’m deliberately running up a large tab in the hopes my father will get knifed

Nancy: I see

Nancy: but as they’d go for you, I’m clearing it for now, okay

Teddy: I’ll clear it myself, [whichever friend of his he’s dragging as the biggest cokehead or whatever] will call them later

Nancy: Why can’t you let me

Teddy: Because I’m not a baby

Nancy: Neither am I

Nancy: but you did it for me so I’m returning the favour

Teddy: That’s different, it’s chivalrous 🌹

Nancy: so this will kill your ego, is that what you’re saying?

Teddy: Of course

Nancy: I doubt that very much

Nancy: your ego is huge

Teddy: Size matters, don’t let your boyfriends gaslight you

Nancy: 😅

Nancy: I’ll remember

Teddy: Try to, it’s extremely important

Nancy: You know I’ve not forgotten

Teddy: How could you?

Nancy: but you’ve been back in school and nothing could shine a light on how wrong it was of me quite like that little fact so

Teddy: So, fine, I’ll stop posting when I’m wearing my uniform, it barely does anything for me anyway

Nancy: It’s meant to do something for the pervert in the situation, not the 👼

Nancy: can’t we be friends, it’s tiring having to worry that you hate me

Teddy: Oops both are me, that’s awkward, I understand your confusion now

Teddy: but you don’t have to worry, I don’t hate you, it wouldn’t be 👼

Nancy: Be about right but I refuse to call you trouble, however I acted I’m NOT that cliche, so help me

Nancy: but really, REALLY don’t hate me

Teddy: I really don’t, Nancy

Nancy: Good

Nancy: it was, wasn’t it

Nancy: you aren’t going to pass it off as trauma when your parents send you to [James’ rehab] too

Teddy: Maybe, but to avoid sharing my ACTUAL trauma

Nancy: just keep my name out of your mouth and I’ll allow it

Teddy: Difficult as that is, I’ll keep it in my mouth away from a group therapy setting unless said therapy turns into a group sexual encounter

Nancy: I’ve heard the [drop really boujee rehab name here] is like that but it could be a myth

Nancy: and you’ve had ample practice with whatsername in keeping it in

Teddy: I’ll let you know, if my parents are feeling generous enough to send me

Nancy: I could get sent myself, if it keeps me financed, I almost certainly will be

Teddy: Then I’ll see you there, darling 😘

Nancy: Awh, what a lovely thought

Teddy: Isn’t it?

Nancy: I’m sorry to miss out on your party

Teddy: As you should be

Nancy: I am

Nancy: [some club you frequent] will be so boring in comparison

Teddy: I could insist it’s a costume party, like yours

Teddy: not only will seeing everyone scramble last minute be hilarious but you could be my secret guest of honour

Nancy: That is a hilarious idea

Nancy: providing you have something in mind for yourself to look great in, of course

Nancy: costumes were a given for me but I’d change the theme last minute

Teddy: How dare you, I’d look excellent in anything

Nancy: another apology so soon would sound like grovelling

Nancy: think about what you’d like me to wear, IF I come

Teddy: Oh I am

Nancy: You better make me look excellent too

Teddy: How you always look

Nancy: you’re being nice to me again

Teddy: I want you to come

Nancy: I want to be there

Nancy: you know how to party

Teddy: We haven’t together in forever

Nancy: You know why

Nancy: you ditched me, stopped replying to my messages

Teddy: YOU know why, every party you ditch me

Nancy: YOU got a girlfriend first

Nancy: and I bought a load of men’s clothes for no reason

Teddy: Which you’ve ✂️

Nancy: Maybe I’ve wrapped them up in a bow

Nancy: it doesn’t matter now, it’s ages ago

Teddy: Or possibly you’ve been wearing them yourself

Nancy: How rude, calling me butch

Teddy: [some designer] is doing it, I’m calling you chic not a slur

Nancy: Hmm

Nancy: well maybe

Teddy: Truly

Teddy: it’s as if you don’t want to share clothes with me

Nancy: it’s as if that’s what you want to think about me doing since we last saw each other

Teddy: The least you could do is pine if you aren’t going to grovel at all

Nancy: I’m no more adept than you are at begging

Teddy: I didn’t tell you about J & Ava because it’s still technically TBC which I did say

Teddy: but more importantly, because I wanted to prove to you I can keep a secret

Nancy: You’ve not been told/confirmed but you’re pretty sure? I see

Nancy: and I’m not mad at you, not now

Teddy: Everything fits, he picked me up from a party she ended early and told me the reason was she had a better offer

Nancy: I believe you, think you’re right, whatever

Nancy: I asked him how he was, because of the Chlo disaster hol of it all, he said he was with someone, seriously, like

Teddy: Do you have his exact words?

Nancy: Oh God, I’ll need a few drinks before I can go looking through that awkward conversation but yeah, should do

Teddy: Other people would call what I’m about to say a reach, but I know him & I don’t think so

Teddy: on the disaster hol I stole his notebook & it was written in code whenever he wrote about her, the kind of code used when you take a lot of notes, he doesn’t have a tragic secretary of his own, but he’s fucking a wannabe journalist

Nancy: Oh my God

Nancy: you’re so smart and that’s so needlessly sneaky of him, she knows he has affairs, why else hide it but for the fact it’s with someone inappropriate, like a 16 year old

Teddy: I took pics of every page but it was a bore fest trying to figure out what he meant

Nancy: You know what you have to do

Nancy: don’t you?

Teddy: Pay someone to do it

Nancy: It’s an option

Nancy: OR ask around the office and find out if any of the secretaries are old enough that they know all that code shit, get them to do it for you

Teddy: YOU’RE so smart

Nancy: 😁

Teddy: I’ve been working there ENDLESSLY, if it wasn’t so mind-numbing I’d have thought of that, [one of the secretaries or someone] is [an age we’re saying is ancient but is really not lol]

Nancy: You can’t help having a one-track mind, that’s your age

Nancy: and hers is not fuckable

Nancy: you can convince otherwise or make it worthwhile some other way, it’s your family’s business, after all

Teddy: I desperately need her help with a school project or I’ll fail 🥺

Nancy: Such a baby

Nancy: who could resist

Teddy: Not you

Nancy: shut up

Teddy: Shut me up, I beg you

Nancy: you know I can

Teddy: I know I want you to try

Nancy: If that couple hadn’t walked in, I could have suffocated you, easy

Teddy: It takes [however long it does] to suffocate someone

Nancy: You sounded like a little serial killer then

Teddy: I looked it up after I found [whatever he told Gia about finding as a kid that has given him dad trauma which he has never told anyone else] on my father’s computer

Nancy: When was this?

Teddy: [however old you were, which is giving young]

Nancy: Oh, a real baby

Nancy: no wonder you don’t like him now

Teddy: None of my birthday wishes killing him off have worked, it’s tragically unfair

Nancy: I hope the code isn’t hiding your brother’s same dark side

Nancy: I fear I’d have to put a stop to my sister’s own murder and where’s the fun in that for anyone

Teddy: If Chlo’s survived this long he must not have another side, everyone else would murder her soon as catch her eye

Nancy: You’ll miss her when she’s gone

Teddy: Undeniably, she’s an old toy, we’ve had fantastic times

Nancy: 💔 how symbolic

Nancy: time to be a man

Teddy: It sounds less 💔 when you say it

Nancy: I’m not old yet

Teddy: I’m old enough now

Nancy: You don’t want to be a secret

Teddy: I don’t want you to treat me like [whatever surgery everyone is getting in this era] you secretly got in [whatever country is the go to]

Nancy: I didn’t, for the record

Nancy: but that’s fair, I don’t want to give everyone another reason to think I’m pathetic

Teddy: Another?

Teddy: only your parents have the wrong idea about you because they’re workaholics & their priorities are all wrong

Nancy: Your brother practically tried to sponsor me

Teddy: Re-read what you wrote about addicts to me earlier

Nancy: Okay, I do stand by that

Teddy: J needs a barely legal girl to easily impress because HE’S pathetic, he couldn’t handle you

Nancy: can’t you just be older

Nancy: I said I wouldn’t ask but I need you to be

Teddy: Until I am & the age gap’s irrelevant, my lips are sealed

Nancy: You handled me

Teddy: Yes

Nancy: I’ll come to your party

Teddy: [send her some money how he does]

Teddy: for your [whatever he wants her to dress up as, I won’t commit us in case we wanna do socials cos it depends what content my boo has/can find] costume

Nancy: I like how your brain works

Teddy: You would, I haven’t been thinking of anything but you for SUCH a long time

Nancy: That’s only fair

Nancy: I haven’t known a moment of peace since you came back into my life

Teddy: I should never have left

Nancy: You’ve afforded us a better cover story than J and Ava have themselves

Nancy: though, yes, I understand the urge to be entirely reckless about it all

Teddy: Your urges are better than hers

Nancy: you would say that, darling

Teddy: I don’t understand either of them at all, what a despicable whimper that should be a dramatic bang

Nancy: He can’t say it with his chest

Nancy: when she’s 18, if they last that long, which I doubt

Teddy: He’s already set the bad example to his brat, he may as well commit, but no, they’re ridiculous

Nancy: You wouldn’t care, in his position?

Teddy: I wouldn’t find myself in his position

Nancy: Hey, as someone in the same position

Teddy: It’s not the same though

Nancy: Let me guess, because you’re you and so irresistible

Teddy: For a start because you’re nobody’s mother or wife OR a line of badly written code away from relapse

Nancy: There’s no chance my parents will allow it when it reaches them

Nancy: she’s the favourite, they actually give a shit what she’s up to

Teddy: We have things in common, aside from 0 personality, they don’t

Nancy: I’m sure your girlfriend won’t let us have any time alone anyway

Teddy: I’ll uninvite her, who cares?

Nancy: So mean

Teddy: It isn’t serious

Nancy: I’d still be upset, if I were her

Nancy: I’m glad we’re friends again

Teddy: If you were her it’d be serious

Nancy: You’re too good at that

Teddy: I’ll make up my own nonsense code for you if you like

Nancy: my name sounds too good when you say it for all that

Teddy: I get so sad saying hers when I want to say yours

Nancy: 🥺 I hate anyone making you sad

Teddy: I bought [perfume Nancy either always wears or was wearing when y’all were last feral with each other] but it smells like [a perfume we’re slagging for being poor and tacky] on her

Nancy: how did you notice I wear [this perfume]?

Teddy: I spent so long smelling everything in [a boujee or multiple boujee perfume shops] I’m sure I’m banned for being some kind of pervert

Nancy: you were pining too

Teddy: Nothing fits her from [whichever designer label her dress was that he clocked when he checked the label on the balcony] either, NOTHING, I’ve tried the entire collection

Nancy: Teddy

Teddy: Nancy?

Nancy: I’m seriously obsessed with you right now

Teddy: The right now means you’re being honest & not just telling me what I want to hear

Nancy: If I was going to lie, it’d be to say I’d not thought about you at all, to cover myself

Nancy: but I don’t care, I trust you not to tell, if you do then I don’t know what I will but that’s the future, not now

Teddy: I won’t, all the kissing, no telling

Nancy: Is that what you want for your birthday, a kiss?

Teddy: At [whatever time he was actually born which we can be kind and say is during party hours]

Nancy: Okay, we can make that happen

Teddy: Can you bring [whatever drug they took when they were dancing together before her rugby bf punched him]?

Nancy: ‘Course, enough just for us or for a party?

Teddy: You’re the party

Nancy: I’m dying to see you again

Teddy: [send her a pic wherever you may be and whatever you may be doing, I like to think your gf has been cropped out in a deliberately very shady manner like you’ve been shading the girl this entire time]

Nancy: hey birthday boy 😍

Teddy: Hi

Nancy: You’re indecently cute, don’t distract me, I have costumes to buy

Teddy: I don’t, distract me

Nancy: [her old flatmate] moved out

Teddy: RIP

Nancy: it wasn’t over [the thing that got broken/stolen in our last convo] but near enough, dramatic bitch

Teddy: She can’t handle you either, you deserve a flatmate who can

Nancy: Can you think of anyone?

Nancy: The room is empty right now

Teddy: Give me a tour first

Nancy: I’ve never had you over on your own

Nancy: not for long

Teddy: Long enough to feel at home

Nancy: Too bad your mum would never let you leave home

Teddy: She’s on the perfect sleeping pill to liquor ratio not to notice but it would be cruel of me

Nancy: If you need a place to crash when you go to Uni

Nancy: you know where I am, that no rules apply whilst you’re there

Teddy: What about when I fail my exams but my father still buys my way into 6th form?

Nancy: You’re welcome anytime

Nancy: it’s a good place to hide

Teddy: Is THIS boyfriend going to hit me too? Because I’d prefer if he & I kissed

Nancy: He’s not full of all that rugger testosterone like the last one

Nancy: he’s boring, I don’t know much about him, sorry

Teddy: Oh no, you poor thing

Nancy: YOU poor thing, none of my boyfriends want to kiss you

Teddy: The next one will, he can be our boyfriend

Nancy: Greedy 😏

Teddy: [someone] got kicked out of [wherever he was living], we could move him in, all the birds & stones

Nancy: You won’t get jealous?

Teddy: Yeah, but I’ll take it out on him not you, it’s his fault

Nancy: You’re devoted to being nice to me now, yeah

Teddy: I can’t help it, you’re nice

Nancy: No one has ever accused me of that before

Teddy: Accusing you is what I’ll do in [the posh rehab] & not before

Nancy: Try not to get hard at the thought

Teddy: It’s too late for that

Nancy: See, you wanted it, no one can say otherwise

Teddy: I’ll never say it

Nancy: We managed to keep quiet

Teddy: We got creative, costumes will only give us more to work with

Nancy: It’s your birthday, all you have to focus on is having the most fun possible, I’ll do the rest

Teddy: It finally feels like my birthday now

Nancy: Good

Nancy: you deserve it

Teddy: I’ve missed you so much

Nancy: I loved having you around

Nancy: I need a friend like you too

Teddy: I need something actually fun to focus on

Nancy: You were bored

Teddy: You too, woe’s us

Nancy: Everyone is, how am I meant to entertain myself all the time

Nancy: it’s exhausting being the only person with any real priorities

Teddy: Darling, you’re breaking my heart 🥺

Teddy: I promise I’ll really & truly find you a new flatmate to play with

Nancy: [this boy he mentioned] is welcome, as long as he gets to stop paying the other half of my rent, [her bf] won’t care that it’s a guy

Teddy: You can tell him he’s gay, it’s half true

Nancy: Have you hooked up before?

Teddy: No, he was with [someone] until [v recently] 🥱

Nancy: He’s vulnerable then

Teddy: There’s your chance to be a predator I’ve denied you by refusing to be a victim

Nancy: I only want to with you

Teddy: He’ll still pay the rent, even if you don’t like him

Nancy: I don’t need to like him, it’ll just be more fun when you’re around, is what I mean

Teddy: & I’ll be around as much as you want

Nancy: no you won’t 🥺

Teddy: I will

Nancy: I want you around all the time

Teddy: I’ve got nowhere else I need to be, I’m purposely failing school & trying to be fired prior to being hired from work, you can have me

Nancy: In that case

Nancy: if all I have to do is share you with your mother, I can handle that

Teddy: We’ll find a way to get you invited every Sunday, you’ll adore family dinner

Nancy: I’ll become Chlo’s bestie again, I NEED to witness the fallout with you

Teddy: You can watch J text Ava under the table like we both know he does, if he bothers to grace us with his presence

Nancy: I relate to you entirely on having siblings that don’t care how they should

Teddy: Try not to gag at my sister’s choice of future husband, near impossible as it is, neither have taste how they should, but at least James has attempted an upgrade

Nancy: Your sister could be with someone hot

Nancy: unless she is too on the side then I don’t get it

Teddy: I’m 100% convinced she’s sexless for anyone except our father, you’ll have to let me know your thoughts when you meet her, you’ve got more experience of incest

Nancy: Do you want to know

Nancy: because I do, so I’ll spot it if it’s real

Teddy: I already know, confirm for me I’m right

Nancy: Okay

Nancy: I’m surprised she’s not interested in James too, though their personalities aren’t similar so maybe it’s that

Teddy: Definitely, if he was more daddy dearest-esque, they’d be moved to the attic years ago

Nancy: Awkward, daddy in every other sense of the word but the one desirable aspect

Teddy: Poor Gia, always wanting what she can’t

Nancy: It is a bit sad

Nancy: but she should be nicer to you

Teddy: Her whole life is the misery I’ve been in for [however long tancy haven’t talked for], no wonder she’s a bitch

Nancy: I love that you’ve missed me

Nancy: not enough to make you suffer again any time soon but

Teddy: You’ve missed me too

Nancy: So much

Nancy: it’s driven me mad

Teddy: Did you drive [her flatmate] away?

Nancy: She didn’t care why I needed people around constantly, more [ALL the drugs and thus all the dealers and other undesirables]

Teddy: But I do

Teddy: I really care

Nancy: You never did the other thigh

Nancy: it made me so sad

Teddy: Tonight, you can have a gift of your own, I’d hate for you to still feel sad

Nancy: I’m not going anywhere, no matter who calls

Teddy: My brother won’t, you truly scared him, didn’t you?

Nancy: What do you mean?

Teddy: You can tell me what happened, I’ve already guessed

Nancy: Guessed what

Teddy: Don’t be shy, Nance

Nancy: I’m not, I haven’t done anything to your brother

Teddy: Because he wouldn’t let you

Nancy: No

Nancy: because he’s apparently having an affair with my sister

Teddy: What did you proposition him with?

Nancy: I already told you, he wanted to be my sponsor and sober me up

Teddy: I’m asking you what you wanted

Nancy: and I’ve told you that too

Teddy: So tell me again, if your story hasn’t changed, what would it matter?

Nancy: because this is weird but sure, I’ll indulge you

Nancy: I reached out because of the Chlo shit, to see how he was

Teddy: How little did he indulge you?

Nancy: You’re hilarious

Nancy: we got coffee

Teddy: You flirted with him over coffee & then what?

Nancy: There was no flirting, he literally had a cold from his brat

Teddy: Did you catch it? How romantic

Nancy: No, there was no swapping of bodily fluids, don’t worry

Teddy: Naturally, he’s swapping all of his with your little sister

Nancy: so I’ve heard

Teddy: But you had your little date first

Nancy: I wanted to know what was going on with him and Chlo, like I told you

Teddy: You wanted to know if you had a chance, devastatingly not

Nancy: So?

Teddy: So I’m a consolation prize, am I?

Nancy: We went out for coffee after everything that happened

Teddy: His rejection, not yours, excuse me for not being comforted by it

Nancy: This was after you said we never had to see each other again and got yourself a girlfriend, if we’re concerning ourselves with rejection

Teddy: I’m concerning myself with the fact he’s my brother, I wouldn’t go & try & fuck Ava after everything

Nancy: You would too

Nancy: if you thought it had any chance of happening

Teddy: I would not

Nancy: Then you win the better person stakes, congratulations

Nancy: you know nothing happened anyway, that it never would

Teddy: Because of him & only because of him

Teddy: when they break up, you’ll go for another coffee & perhaps he will

Nancy: I clearly disgust him even more than Chlo because he literally never has, thanks for bringing it up

Teddy: He has bad taste & makes even worse choices, you shouldn’t need to be reminded of that but apparently you do

Nancy: Don’t act like you want to make me feel better when all you want to do is laugh

Teddy: I’m not laughing, I hate that you went anywhere with him

Teddy: I hate that you’re treating nothing happening like something upsetting

Nancy: It was humiliating, that’s why

Teddy: I’ll humiliate him for you, that’s easy & far from the point

Nancy: You’re not a consolation prize

Teddy: He’s a better prospect for you on paper, I’m aware of that

Nancy: It would have hurt you, hurt Chlo and got everyone talking about me

Nancy: in a way that that’s a positive, it made sense as the only thing I could do next

Teddy: It would hurt me too much, that’s why I’d never do it to you vice-versa

Nancy: I didn’t think it would

Teddy: Why not?

Nancy: I didn’t think you cared

Teddy: Of course I care

Nancy: You act like that should be obvious

Teddy: Don’t fuck James should be obvious

Nancy: It is now

Teddy: He’s the one person in this city I’m declaring off limits, hardly an unreasonable request

Nancy: I didn’t say it was unreasonable

Nancy: you know I only wanted to hurt you a little

Teddy: What makes you think I wasn’t hurting a lot without you?

Nancy: Experience

Teddy: Not mine, I experienced agony, thank you

Nancy: No one has missed me before

Teddy: Every previous boyfriend has had extensive rugby ball induced brain damage, they’re toddlers with muscles

Teddy: my brat niece is capable of more emotional depth

Nancy: Maybe you’re right

Nancy: or I got out what I put in, either way

Teddy: The extent of what they put into you, & out again repeatedly, is also obvious

Nancy: 😏 shh

Teddy: I know, I know, [her bf atm] isn’t even measuring up there, I didn’t mean to rub it in

Nancy: I’ve had good sex, okay, don’t wish that track record upon me

Teddy: Good isn’t great & great isn’t mindblowing

Teddy: I’m not threatened by your track record

Nancy: did it seem like I was by yours?

Teddy: You shouldn’t be

Nancy: I wasn’t

Nancy: I’m not stupid, things like that only happen when you’re both feeling it

Teddy: No, you’re not stupid, I told you how smart you are

Nancy: You’re going to forgive me then

Teddy: You’re going to be at my party, you’ll earn it

Nancy: I might be scared of that

Teddy: You’ve got 0 to be scared of

Nancy: The person who wants to Carrie me at his party WOULD say that though

Teddy: You might’ve wanted to hurt me, but I just want to protect you

Nancy: Ow, the guilt trip

Teddy: 🌹

Nancy: You only look like a 🤴

Nancy: you can’t fool me, boy

Teddy: & you don’t need pig’s blood to be soaked

Nancy: I need you, I’ve thought about you every time I’ve been with [her current mans]

Nancy: are you going to deny me what I need to teach me a lesson?

Teddy: We’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson or not

Nancy: We’ll see if you can handle denying yourself in the process, you mean

Teddy: That too, you’ve denied me SO long already

Nancy: Not long enough

Nancy: it’s your 16th today

Teddy: Precisely, don’t be mean

Teddy: I got older for you, just like you asked

Nancy: I’m not being mean

Nancy: I’m really, truly buying you a gift now and not just pretending I have

Teddy: What is it?

Nancy: You’ll find out [in however long we’re saying ‘til we turn up at your party, assumedly fashionably late ‘cos we know ourself lol]!

Teddy: Oh please, do tell

Nancy: You’ve already no surprise in what I’ll be wearing

Teddy: Untrue, it’s a surprise underneath

Nancy: I suppose so

Nancy: It isn’t hard to guess your favourite colour though, I feel

Teddy: On you or on me?

Nancy: It’s different?

Teddy: It’s okay, we can still share clothes

Nancy: Are you saying I look bad in pink 😡

Teddy: Absolutely not

Teddy: but do you want your skin & clothes to clash every time you go pink for me?

Nancy: Bold assumption

Teddy: Where’s the fun in being reminded of [someone we’re shading for having the same skin tone and hair colour like Helen when she tans]? You’re better than such a low-rent comparison, darling

Nancy: That’s not even slightly a compliment

Nancy: though I’ve been debating dyeing my hair again

Teddy: But blondes have more fun!

Nancy: You’d miss twinning, obviously

Teddy: Sadly we aren’t 🤍 my real hair colour IS a twin to yours though 👶🏼

Nancy: What a bitchy way to tell me I’m looking brassy

Nancy: you really are gay

Teddy: I would’ve told you that you look beautiful but if you’re going to hatecrime me

Nancy: You don’t need to do all that

Teddy: Ow, you’re doubting my sincerity now?

Nancy: You don’t even know what I look like right now

Nancy: why try to charm me

Teddy: Don’t be absurd, I know what your face & body looks like all the time, you can’t have become hideous in [however long]

Nancy: Shh

Nancy: Sincerity isn’t the issue here

Teddy: What’s the issue? Aside from you withholding my birthday presents until the ungodly hour of [whatever time she said]

Nancy: Start without me, naturally

Nancy: the edge is your birthday boy privilege

Teddy: I don’t want to

Nancy: You won’t feel like an awful host?

Teddy: I don’t care

Nancy: About anyone else?

Teddy: When have I ever?

Nancy: Is your girlfriend truly not there?

Teddy: She’s shopping, I’m yet to break the news her costume’s unnecessary

Teddy: What o’clock would you like me to?

Nancy: 🥰🥰🥰

Nancy: [whatever is giving literal last minute without her fully walking in the door]

Teddy: Okay

Nancy: You’re really reminding me why I liked having you around

Teddy: Meanwhile, tick tock, she keeps on & on disappointing me

Nancy: Hey!

Teddy: She as in her, never you

Nancy: There’s only SO fast these shop girls will go, even when you click

Nancy: I’m doing my best

Teddy: [send her some more money like she’s gonna throw it at them to make them hurry up lol]

Teddy: demand they do theirs

Nancy: you could convince me to show up on time, has never happened before

Teddy: [tell her a story, because you LOVE an overshare in graphic detail, about the threesome you had with your gf and whatever other girl she let you for whatever reason, during this tancy break, the crux of all this being that both of these gals combined weren’t as wet as her during their feral antics, it’s giving you can’t get the staff as if they are also shop girls you click at rather than people you’re meant to vaguely care about]

Nancy: 💔🥺

Nancy: What a waste!

Nancy: I can’t decide if bad sex or no sex is a worse fate now

Teddy: Neither fate is fit for me, regardless

Nancy: What’s wrong with her, she must be deficient

Teddy: Everything

Nancy: I can’t be around you without being turned on, the idea of being with you and not giving you everything is unfathomable

Teddy: I can’t be around her without thinking of you

Nancy: I’ll let you keep her around then

Nancy: lest I slip your mind

Teddy: Bold to assume I’d allow you to slip from my mind or my grasp

Nancy: You can keep me hostage

Teddy: When you arrive early

Nancy: Early

Teddy: [a time that’s unheard of], yes

Nancy: You should have messaged me

Nancy: you left me waiting for you

Teddy: Phones work both ways, Nance

Teddy: I don’t recall a single message from you

Nancy: you’re the man, it’s your job

Teddy: It was your fault, you owed me an apology

Nancy: I was keeping you safe, as you recall, from an actual hate crime

Teddy: You didn’t even get me any ice

Nancy: You didn’t want ice

Teddy: I waited first

Nancy: I know

Nancy: but he’s gone

Teddy: We’ve been gone too, you & I

Nancy: You’ll upset me

Nancy: we just have lost time to make up for

Teddy: You’re going to make it up to me

Nancy: I’m yours

Teddy: I’ve always wanted you

Nancy: tell me, so I don’t incriminate myself

Teddy: [throw out a mem and moment so obscure & far back by his standards of pretending he remembers nothing that you’d think he made it up but we all know it actually occurred]

Nancy: Your memory is too good

Nancy: you’ve not been secretly sober the whole time have you, I WILL have to die

Teddy: Imagine, James wishes

Nancy: I wish I could stay with you for [however long has lapsed between when y’all last talked and now in the specific amount of days]

Teddy: We’ll stay together, I told you

Teddy: your new flatmate will need help moving & settling in, after all

Nancy: and you are the most considerate friend

Teddy: I’ve let him know the rent will be [the full amount not the half he should be paying lol], that’s right, isn’t it?

Nancy: Thank you, Teddy

Nancy: I am truly forever in your debt

Teddy: Forever?

Nancy: Until you leave me and settle down into boring real-life

Teddy: Don’t hold your breath, however talented you claim to be at it, my father beat you to hopes I’ll be dull & his disappointment is the one that’s deserved

Nancy: I don’t get my hopes up, seen it happen too many times already

Teddy: I’m none of your school friends

Nancy: I’ll cross all my fingers and toes for you, darling

Teddy: Spit for me

Nancy: Right here?

Nancy: in [whatever boujee shop you’re in]

Teddy: Your least favourite shop girl can clean it up later

Nancy: [send him the video of you doing that brazenly like that isn’t unhinged behaviour, no excuse if anyone in this shop calls you out like excuse me]

Teddy: See, you’re beautiful

Teddy: fucking exquisite

Nancy: You never told me what colour I should wear, speaking of blushes

Teddy: 🤍

Nancy: like your hair

Nancy: okay, I can work with that

Teddy: Like you’re upstaging the bride at her wedding

Teddy: because I suggested it for [his gf’s]’s costume, naturally

Nancy: Your mind

Teddy: I’m sick

Nancy: I was going to say a genius

Teddy: That too

Nancy: Evil genius in real life, where did you come from

Teddy: I don’t know, perhaps I was born this way, that’s the cliche

Nancy: I’m forever torn by blaming my family and not wanting my parents to take any more credit, which is beyond cliche

Teddy: A very relatable feeling

Nancy: What are you taking next year?

Nancy: along with all your resits

Teddy: [a list of all the drugs you’re saying you’ll need to get through it lol lol]

Nancy: 😁

Nancy: it amazes me I survived 6th form, never mind completed it

Nancy: constant 🍾 no matter how terribly half of us were doing

Teddy: What did you take? We could twin all of our classes

Nancy: [tbh it would be giving business things because trying to fool your parents all is not lost and the boys you fancied would be in those lessons so it just makes sense all ‘round lmao]

Teddy: Thank you, they’ll thrill daddy dearest

Nancy: Naturally

Nancy: what I do best when it’s not my own

Teddy: [one of these teachers] is a laced coffee away from asking me to be his personal rent boy

Nancy: Awh, so pleased for you

Teddy: The blackmail prospects are beyond pleasing

Nancy: and what’s that if not getting by on your own merit

Teddy: I won’t look like his dream twink forever, advantages need to be played

Nancy: I hate it when you remind me how gay you are, ugh

Nancy: is [another teacher, idk, your discretion] still there?

Teddy: Why do you ask?

Nancy: To know, obviously

Teddy: But why do you want to know?

Nancy: I never went there, unfortunately

Nancy: but Chlo swore up and down they were meant to be, for WAY too long

Nancy: the man is very lucky she didn’t attempt to pin the pregnancy on him

Teddy: Did she? Hilarious

Nancy: Mhmm, the whole teachercrush cliche

Nancy: it was amusing to encourage her to embarrass herself every day

Teddy: Who did you encourage to believe the baby was his?

Nancy: I was sick of [whoever you were seeing at the moment this news dropped], my brother, duh, anyone it shamed her to know she fucked, really

Teddy: Your brother must have taken the news really well

Nancy: He takes nothing I say seriously

Nancy: sure, it was unlikely but not impossible

Teddy: Why would he fuck HER? It’s baffling, there’s honestly less shame in his incest, your cousin is at least not a pig in a [designer we’re shading] dress

Nancy: Come on, you know what I mean

Nancy: if you’re going to get blackout, then you don’t know what has or hasn’t happened

Teddy: Oh Chlo, MY brother really thought he was special & that trick was reserved for him 💔

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sarahswifts · 2 years

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Taylor’s NYU Acceptance Speech

Hi, I’m Taylor. Last time I was in a stadium this size, I was dancing in heels and wearing a glittery leotard. This outfit is much more comfortable. I would like to say a huge thank you to NYU’s chairman of the board of trustees, Bill Berkley and all the trustees and members of the board, NYU’s president, Andrew Hamilton, provost Catherine Fleming, and the faculty and alumni here today who have made this day possible. I feel so proud to share this day with my fellow honorees, Suzanne Hatfield and Felix Montez Rodrigues, who humble me with the ways they improve our world with their work. As for me, I’m 90% sure the main reason I’m here is because I have a song called 22. And let me just say, I am elated to be here with you today as we celebrate and graduate New York University class of 2022. Not a single one of us here today has done it alone. We are each a patchwork quilt of those who have loved us, those who have believed in our futures, those who showed us empathy and kindness or told us the truth even when it wasn’t easy to hear. Those who told us we can do it when there was absolutely no proof of that. Someone read stories to you and taught you to dream and offered up some moral code of right and wrong for you to try and live by. Someone tried their best to explain every concept in this insanely complex world to the child that was you as you asked a bazillion questions like “how does the moon work?” and “why can we eat salad but not grass!” And maybe they didn’t do it perfectly, no one ever can. Maybe they aren’t with us anymore, in that case, I hope you remember them today. If they are in this stadium I hope you’ll find your own way to express your gratitude for all the steps and missteps that have led us to this common destination. I know that words are supposed to be my thing, but I will never be able to find the words to thank my mom and dad, my brother Austin, for the sacrifices they made every day so I could go from singing in coffee houses to standing up here with you all today because no words will ever be enough. To all the incredible parents, family members, mentors, teachers, allies, friends and loved ones here today who have supported these students in their pursuits for educational enrichment. Let me say to you now, Welcome to New York, it’s been waiting for you. I’d like to thank NYU for making me technically, on paper at least, a Doctor! Not the type of doctor you would want around in case of an emergency, unless your specific emergency was that you desperately needed to hear a song with a catchy hook and an intensely cathartic bridge section. Or, if your emergency was that you needed a person who can name over fifty breeds of cats in one minute. I never got to have a normal college experience per day. I went to public high school until tenth grade, and then finished my education doing homeschool work on the floors of airport terminals. Then I went out on the road for radio tours which sounds incredibly glamorous but in reality it consisted of a rental car, motels, and my mom and I pretending to have loud mother-daughter fights with each other during boarding so no one would want the empty seat between us on Southwest. As a kid, I always thought I would go away to college, imagining the posters I would hang on the wall of my freshman dorm… I even set the ending of my music video for my song Love Story at my fantasy imaginary college, where I meet a male model reading a book on the grass, and with one single glance we realize we have been in love in our past lives. Which is exactly what you guys experienced at some point in the last four years, right? But I really can’t complain about not having a normal college experience to you, because you went to NYU during a global pandemic. Being essentially locked into your dorms and having to do classes over zoom. Everyone in college during normal times stresses about test scores but on top of that, you also had to pass like a thousand COVID tests. I imagine the idea of a normal college experience was all you wanted too. But in this case, you and I both learned that you don’t always get all the things in the bag that you selected from the menu in the delivery service that is life. You get what you get. And as I would like to say to you, wholeheartedly, you should be very proud of what you’ve done with it. Today, you leave New York University and then go out into the world searching what’s next, and so will I. So as a rule, I try not to give anyone unsolicited advice unless they ask for it. I’ll go into this more later. I guess I have been officially solicited in this situation to impart whatever wisdom I might have to tell you things that have helped me so far in my life. Please bear in mind that I in no way feel qualified to tell you what to do. You worked and struggled and sacrificed and studied and dreamed your way here today. And so, you know what you’re doing. You’ll do things differently than I did them, and for different reasons. So I won’t tell you what to do because no one likes that. I will however, give you some life hacks I wish I knew when I was starting out my dreams of a career and navigating life, love, pressure, choices, shame, hope, and friendship. The first of which is: life can be heavy, especially if you try to carry it all at once. Part of growing up and moving into new chapters of your life is about catch and release. What I mean by that is: knowing what things to keep and what things to release. You can’t carry all things: all grudges, all updates on your ex, all enviable promotions your school bully got at the hedge fund his uncle started. Decide what is yours to hold and let the rest go. Often times, the good things in your life are lighter anyway, so there’s more room for them. One toxic relationship can outweigh so many wonderful simple joys. You get to pick what your life has time and room for. Be discerning. Secondly, learn to live alongside cringe. No matter how hard you try to avoid being cringe, you will look back on your life and cringe retrospectively. Cringe is unavoidable over a lifetime. Even the term cringe might someday be deemed cringe. I promise you, you’re probably doing or wearing something right now that you will look back on later and find revolting and hilarious. We can’t avoid it, so don’t try to. For example, I had a phase where for the entirety of 2012, I dressed like a 1950’s housewife. But you know what, I was having fun. Trends and phases are fun. Looking back and laughing is fun. And while we’re talking about things that make us squirm but really shouldn’t, I’d like to say, I’m a big advocate for not hiding your enthusiasm for things. It seems to me that there is a false stigma around eagerness in our culture of unbothered ambivalence. This outlook perpetuates the idea that it’s not cool to want it. The people who don’t try are fundamentally more chic than people who do. And I wouldn’t know, because I’ve been a lot of things, but I’ve never been an expert on chic. But I’m the one who’s up here so you have to listen to me when I say this. Never be ashamed of trying. Effortlessness is a myth. The people who wanted it the least were the ones I wanted to date and be friends with in high school. The people who want it the most are the people I now hire to work for my company. I started writing songs when I was 12, and since then it’s been the compass guiding my life and in turn, my life guided my writing. Everything I do is just an extension of my writing. Whether it’s to write, directing videos, or short films, creating the visuals for a tour, or standing on a stage performing. Everything is connected by my love of the craft. The thrill of working through ideas and narrowing them down and polishing it all up in the end, editing, waking up in the middle of the night throwing out the old ideas because you thought of a newer better one, or a plot device that ties the whole thing together. There’s a reason they call it a hook. Sometimes a string of words ensnares me and I can’t focus on anything until it’s been recorded or written down. As a songwriter, I’ve never been able to sit still or stay in one creative place for too long. I’ve made and released eleven albums, and in the process, switched genres from country to pop to alternative to folk, and this might sound like a very songwriter-centric line of discussion, but in a way, I really do think we are all writers. And most of us write in a different voice for different situations. You write differently in your Instagram stories than you do in your senior thesis. Send a different type of email to your boss than you do your best friend from home. We are all literacy chameleons and I think it’s fascinating. It’s just a continuation of the idea that we are so many things all the time and I know it can be really overwhelming, figuring out who to be and when. Who you are now and how to act in order to get where you want to go. I have some good news: it’s totally up to you. I some terrifying news: it’s totally up to you. I said to you earlier that I don’t ever offer advice unless someone asked me for it and now I’ll tell you why. As a person who started my very public career at the age of fifteen, it came with a price. And that price was years of unsolicited advice. Being the youngest person in every room for over a decade meant that I was constantly being issued warnings from older members of the music industry, media, interviewers, executives, and this advice often presented itself as thinly veiled warnings. See, I was a teenager at a time when our society was absolutely obsessed with the idea of having perfect young female role models. It felt like every interview I did included slight barbs by the interviewer about me one day running off the rails. And that meant a different thing to every person who said it to me. I became a young adult while being fed the message that if I didn’t make any mistakes, all the children of America would grow up to be perfect angels. However if I did slip up, the entire earth would fall off its axis and it would be entirely my fault and I would go to pop star jail forever and ever. It was all centered around the idea that mistakes equal failure and ultimately the loss of any chance at a happy or rewarding life. This has not been my experience. My experience has been that my mistakes led to the best things of my life and being embarrassed when you mess up, it’s part of the human experience. Getting back up, dusting yourself off, and seeing who still wants to hang out with you afterward and laugh about it, that’s a gift. The times I was told no or wasn’t included, wasn’t chosen, didn’t win, didn’t make the cut, looking back, it really feels like those moments were as important if not more crucial than the moments I was told yes. Not being invited to the parties and sleepovers in my hometown made me feel hopelessly lonely. But because I felt alone, I would sit in my room and write the songs that would get me a ticket somewhere else. Having label executives in Nashville tell me that only thirty-five year old housewives listen to country music, and there was no place for a 13 year old on their roster made me cry in the car on the way home. But then, I’d post my songs on my MySpace - yes, MySpace - and I would message with other teenagers like me who loved country music, but just didn’t have anyone singing from their perspective. Having journalists write in-depth, often times critical pieces of who they perceived me to be made me feel like I was living in some weird simulation, but it also made me look inward to learn about who I actually am. Having the world treat my love life like a spectator sport in which I lose every single game was not a great way to date in my teens and twenties. But it taught me to protect my private life fiercely. Being publicly humiliated over and over again at a young age was excruciatingly painful, but it forced me to devalue the ridiculous notion of minute by minute ever-fluctuating social relevance and likability. Getting cancelled on the internet and nearly losing my career gave me an excellent knowledge of all the types of wine. I know I sound like a consummate optimist but I’m really not. I lose perspective all the time. Sometimes, everything just feels completely pointless. I know the pressure of living your life through the lens of perfectionism. And I know that I’m talking to a group of perfectionists because you are here today graduating from NYU. So this might be hard for you to hear. In your life, you will inevitably misspeak, trust the wrong person, underreact, overreact, hurt the people who didn’t deserve it. Overthink. Not think at all… and not deny any wrongdoings. Not take the steps to make it right. Feel very guilty. Let the guilt eat at you. Hit rock bottom. Finally address the pain you caused. Try to do better next time. Rinse, repeat. And I’m not gonna lie, these mistakes will cause you to lose things. I’m trying to tell you that losing things doesn’t just mean losing. A lot of the time when we lose things, we gain things too. Now you leave the structure and framework of school and chart your own path. Every choice you make leads to the next choice which leads to the next and I know it’s hard to know which path to take. There will be times in life where you need to stand up for yourself. Times when the right thing is actually to back down and apologize. Times when the right thing is to fight. Times when the right thing is to turn and run. Times to hold on with all you have and times to let go with grace. Sometimes the right thing to do is to throw out the old schools of thought in the name of progress and reform. Sometimes the right thing to do is to sit and listen to the wisdom of those who have come before us. How will you know what the right choice is in these crucial moments? You won’t. How do I give advice to this many people about their life choices? I won’t. The scary news is, you’re on your own now. But the cool news is, you’re on your own now. I leave you with this: we are led by our gut instincts, our intuition, our desires and fears, our scars and our dreams. And you will screw it up sometimes. So will I. And when I do, you will most likely read about it on the internet. Anyway, hard things will happen to us. We will recover. We will learn from it. We will grow more resilient because of it. And as long as we are fortunate enough to be breathing, we will breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, and breathe out. And I am a doctor now, so I know how breathing works. I hope you know how proud I am to share this day with you. We’re doing this together, so let’s just keep dancing like we’re the class of 22!

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Dr. Taylor Alison Swift (Full NYU speech)

Hi, I'm Taylor!

Last time I was in a stadium this size, I was dancing in heels and wearing a glittery leotard. This outfit is much more comfortable.

I’d like to say a huge thank you to NYU‘s Chairman of the Board of Trustees, Bill Berkeley and all the trustees and members of the board, NYU’s President Andrew Hamilton, Provost Katherine Fleming, and the faculty and alumni here today who have made this day possible. I feel so proud to share this day with my fellow honorees Susan Hockfield and Felix Matos Rodriguez, who humble me with the ways they improve our world with their work. As for me, I’m 90% sure the main reason I’m here is because I have a song called ‘22’. And let me just say, I am elated to be here with you today as we celebrate and graduate New York University’s Class of 2022.

Not a single one of us here today has done it alone. We are each a patchwork quilt of those who have loved us, those who have believed in our futures, those who showed us empathy and kindness or told us the truth even when it wasn’t easy to hear. Those who told us we could do it when there was absolutely no proof of that. Someone read stories to you and taught you to dream and offered up some moral code of right and wrong for you to try and live by. Someone tried their best to explain every concept in this insanely complex world to the child that was you, as you asked a bazillion questions like ‘how does the moon work?’ and ‘why can we eat salad but not grass?’ And maybe they didn’t do it perfectly. No one ever can. Maybe they aren’t with us anymore, and in that case I hope you’ll remember them today. If they are here in this stadium, I hope you’ll find your own way to express your gratitude for all the steps and missteps that have led us to this common destination.

I know that words are supposed to be my ‘thing’, but I will never be able to find the words to thank my mom and my dad, and my brother, Austin, for the sacrifices they made every day so that I could go from singing in coffee houses to standing up here with you all today because no words would ever be enough. To all the incredible parents, family members, mentors, teachers, allies, friends and loved ones here today who have supported these students in their pursuit of educational enrichment, let me say to you now: Welcome to New York. It’s been waiting for you.

I’d like to thank NYU for making me, technically, on paper at least, a doctor. Not the type of doctor you would want around in the case of an emergency, unless your specific emergency was that you desperately needed to hear a song with a catchy hook and an intensely cathartic bridge section. Or if your emergency was that you needed a person who can name over 50 breeds of cats in one minute.

I never got to have the normal college experience, per se. I went to public high school until tenth grade and finished my education doing homeschool work on the floors of airport terminals. Then I went out on the road for a radio tour, which sounds incredibly glamorous but in reality it consisted of a rental car, motels, and my mom and I pretending to have loud mother daughter fights with each other during boarding so no one would want the empty seat between us on Southwest.

As a kid, I always thought I would go away to college, imagining the posters I’d hang on the wall of my freshmen dorm. I even said the ending of my music video for my song “Love Story” at my fantasy imaginary college, where I meet a male model reading a book on the grass and with one single glance, we realize we had been in love in our past lives. Which is exactly what you guys all experienced at some point in the last 4 years, right?

But I, really can’t complain about not having a normal college experience to you because you went to NYU during a global pandemic, being essentially locked into your dorms and having to do classes over Zoom. Everyone in college during normal times stresses about test scores, but on top of that you also had to pass like a thousand COVID tests. I imagine the idea of a normal college experience was all you wanted too. But in this case you and I both learned that you don’t always get all the things in the bag that you selected from the menu in the delivery service, that is life. You get what you get. And as I would like to say to you wholeheartedly, you should be very proud of what you’ve done with it. Today you leave New York University and then go out into the world searching for what’s next. And so will I.

So as a rule, I try not to give anyone unsolicited advice unless they ask for it. I’ll go into this more later. I guess I have been officially solicited in this situation, to impart whatever wisdom I might have to tell you things that have helped me, so far, in my life. Please bear in mind that I, in no way, feel qualified to tell you what to do. You’ve worked and struggled and sacrificed and studied and dreamed your way here today and so, you know what you’re doing. You’ll do things differently than I did them and for different reasons.

So I won’t tell you what to do because no one likes that. I will, however, give you some life hacks I wish I knew when I was starting out my dreams of a career, and navigating life, love, pressure, choices, shame, hope and friendship.

The first of which is -- life can be heavy, especially if you try to carry it all at once. Part of growing up and moving into new chapters of your life is about catch and release. What I mean by that is, knowing what things to keep, and what things to release. You can’t carry all things, all grudges, all updates on your ex, all enviable promotions your school bully got at the hedge fund his uncle started. Decide what is yours to hold and let the rest go. Oftentimes the good things in your life are lighter anyway, so there’s more room for them. One toxic relationship can outweigh so many wonderful, simple joys. You get to pick what your life has time and room for. Be discerning.

Secondly, learn to live alongside cringe. No matter how hard you try to avoid being cringe, you will look back on your life and cringe retrospectively. Cringe is unavoidable over a lifetime. Even the term ‘cringe’ might someday be deemed ‘cringe.’

I promise you, you’re probably doing or wearing something right now that you will look back on later and find revolting and hilarious. You can’t avoid it, so don’t try to. For example, I had a phase where, for the entirety of 2012, I dressed like a 1950s housewife. But you know what? I was having fun. Trends and phases are fun. Looking back and laughing is fun.

And while we’re talking about things that make us squirm but really shouldn’t, I’d like to say that I’m a big advocate for not hiding your enthusiasm for things. It seems to me that there is a false stigma around eagerness in our culture of ‘unbothered ambivalence.’ This outlook perpetuates the idea that it’s not cool to ‘want it.’ That people who don’t try hard are fundamentally more chic than people who do. And I wouldn’t know because I have been a lot of things but I’ve never been an expert on ‘chic.’ But I’m the one who’s up here so you have to listen to me when I say this: "Never be ashamed of trying. Effortlessness is a myth." The people who wanted it the least were the ones I wanted to date and be friends with in high school. The people who want it most are the people I now hire to work for my company.

I started writing songs when I was twelve and since then, it’s been the compass guiding my life, and in turn, my life guided my writing. Everything I do is just an extension of my writing, whether it’s directing videos or a short film, creating the visuals for a tour, or standing on stage performing. Everything is connected by my love of the craft, the thrill of working through ideas and narrowing them down and polishing it all up in the end. Editing. Waking up in the middle of the night and throwing out the old idea because you just thought of a newer, better one. A plot device that ties the whole thing together. There’s a reason they call it a hook. Sometimes a string of words just ensnares me and I can’t focus on anything until it’s been recorded or written down.

As a songwriter I’ve never been able to sit still, or stay in one creative place for too long. I’ve made and released 11 albums and in the process, I’ve switched genres from country to pop to alternative to folk and this might sound like a very songwriter-centric line of discussion but in a way, I really do think we are all writers. And most of us write in a different voice for different situations. You write differently in your Instagram stories than you do your senior thesis. You send a different type of email to your boss than you do your best friend from home. We are all literary chameleons and I think it’s fascinating. It’s just a continuation of the idea that we are so many things, all the time. And I know it can be really overwhelming figuring out who to be, and when. Who you are now and how to act in order to get where you want to go. I have some good news: It’s totally up to you. I also have some terrifying news: It’s totally up to you.

I said to you earlier that I don’t ever offer advice unless someone asks me for it, and now I’ll tell you why. As a person who started my very public career at the age of 15, it came with a price. And that price was years of unsolicited advice. Being the youngest person in every room for over a decade meant that I was constantly being issued warnings from older members of the music industry, the media, interviewers, executives. And this advice often presented itself as thinly veiled warnings. See, I was a teenager at a time when our society was absolutely obsessed with the idea of having perfect young female role models. It felt like every interview I did included slight barbs by the interviewer about me one day ‘running off the rails.’ and that meant a different thing to every person said it me. So I became a young adult while being fed the message that if I didn’t make any mistakes, all the children of America would grow up to be perfect angels. However, if I did slip up, the entire earth would fall off its axis and it would be entirely my fault and I would go to pop star jail forever and ever. It was all centered around the idea that mistakes equal failure and ultimately, the loss of any chance at a happy or rewarding life. -- This has not been my experience. My experience has been that my mistakes led to the best things in my life.

And being embarrassed when you mess up is part of the human experience. Getting back up, dusting yourself off and seeing who still wants to hang out with you afterward and laugh about it? That’s a gift.

The times I was told no or wasn’t included, wasn’t chosen, didn’t win, didn’t make the cut, looking back, it really feels like those moments were as important, if not more crucial, than the moments I was told ‘yes.’

Not being invited to the parties and sleepovers in my hometown made me feel hopelessly lonely, but because I felt alone, I would sit in my room and write the songs that would get me a ticket somewhere else. Having label executives in Nashville tell me that only 35-year-old housewives listen to country music and there was no place for a 13-year-old on their roster made me cry in the car on the way home. But then I’d post my songs on my MySpace and yes, MySpace, and I would message with other teenagers like me who loved country music, but just didn’t have anyone singing from their perspective. Having journalists write in-depth, oftentimes critical, pieces about who they perceive me to be made me feel like I was living in some weird simulation, but it also made me look inward to learn about who I actually am. Having the world treat my love life like a spectator sport in which I lose every single game was not a great way to date in my teens and twenties, but it taught me to protect my private life fiercely. Being publicly humiliated over and over again at a young age was excruciatingly painful but it forced me to devalue the ridiculous notion of minute by minute, ever fluctuating social relevance and likability. Getting canceled on the internet and nearly losing my career gave me an excellent knowledge of all the types of wine.

I know I sound like a consummate optimist, but I’m really not. I lose perspective all the time. Sometimes everything just feels completely pointless. I know the pressure of living your life through the lens of perfectionism. And I know that I’m talking to a group of perfectionists because you are here today graduating from NYU. So this may be hard for you to hear: In your life, you will inevitably misspeak, trust the wrong person, under-react, overreact, hurt the people who didn’t deserve it, overthink, not think at all, self sabotage, create a reality where only your experience exists, ruin perfectly good moments for yourself and others, deny any wrongdoing, not take the steps to make it right, feel very guilty, let the guilt eat at you, hit rock bottom, finally address the pain you caused, try to do better next time, rinse, repeat. And I’m not gonna lie, these mistakes will cause you to lose things.

I’m trying to tell you that losing things doesn’t just mean losing. A lot of the time, when we lose things, we gain things too.

Now you leave the structure and framework of school and chart your own path. Every choice you make leads to the next choice which leads to the next, and I know it’s hard to know, which path to take. There will be times in life where you need to stand up for yourself. Times when the right thing is actually to back down and apologize. Times when the right thing is to fight, times when the right thing is to turn and run. Times to hold on with all you have and times to let go with grace. Sometimes the right thing to do is to throw out the old schools of thought in the name of progress and reform. Sometimes the right thing to do is to sit and listen to the wisdom of those who have come before us. How will you know what the right choice is in these crucial moments? You won’t.

How do I give advice to this many people about their life choices? I won’t.

The scary news is: You’re on your own now.

But the Cool news is: You’re on your own now!

I leave you with this: We are led by our gut instincts, our intuition, our desires and fears, our scars and our dreams. And you will screw it up sometimes. So will I. And when I do, you will most likely read about it on the internet. Anyway, hard things will happen to us. We will recover. We will learn from it. We will grow more resilient because of it.

As long as we are fortunate enough to be breathing, we will breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. And I’m a doctor now, so I know how breathing works.

I hope you know how proud I am to share this day with you. We’re doing this together. So let’s just keep dancing like we’re…

… the class of ’22.

Doctor of Fine Arts

(Singer, Songwriter, Musician, Producer, and Director)

@taylorswift @taylornation

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nathalycarv · 2 years

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“Hi, I’m Taylor.

Last time I was in a stadium this size, I was dancing in heels and wearing a glittery leotard. This outfit is much more comfortable.

I’d like to say a huge thank you to NYU‘s Chairman of the Board of Trustees, Bill Berkeley and all the trustees and members of the board, NYU’s President Andrew Hamilton, Provost Katherine Fleming, and the faculty and alumni here today who have made this day possible. I feel so proud to share this day with my fellow honorees Susan Hockfield and Felix Matos Rodriguez, who humble me with the ways they improve our world with their work. As for me, I’m…90% sure the main reason I’m here is because I have a song called ‘22’. And let me just say, I am elated to be here with you today as we celebrate and graduate New York University’s Class of 2022.

Not a single one of us here today has done it alone. We are each a patchwork quilt of those who have loved us, those who have believed in our futures, those who showed us empathy and kindness or told us the truth even when it wasn’t easy to hear. Those who told us we could do it when there was absolutely no proof of that. Someone read stories to you and taught you to dream and offered up some moral code of right and wrong for you to try and live by. Someone tried their best to explain every concept in this insanely complex world to the child that was you, as you asked a bazillion questions like, ‘how does the moon work’ and ‘why can we eat salad but not grass.’ And maybe they didn’t do it perfectly. No one ever can. Maybe they aren’t with us anymore, and in that case I hope you’ll remember them today. If they are here in this stadium, I hope you’ll find your own way to express your gratitude for all the steps and missteps that have led us to this common destination.

I know that words are supposed to be my “thing,” but I will never be able to find the words to thank my mom and my dad, and my brother, Austin, for the sacrifices they made every day so that I could go from singing in coffee houses to standing up here with you all today because no words would ever be enough. To all the incredible parents, family members, mentors, teachers, allies, friends and loved ones here today who have supported these students in their pursuit of educational enrichment, let me say to you now: Welcome to New York. It’s been waiting for you.

I’d like to thank NYU for making me technically, on paper at least, a doctor. Not the type of doctor you would want around in the case of an emergency, unless your specific emergency was that you desperately needed to hear a song with a catchy hook and an intensely cathartic bridge section. Or if your emergency was that you needed a person who can name over 50 breeds of cats in one minute.

I never got to have the normal college experience, per se. I went to public high school until tenth grade and finished my education doing homeschool work on the floors of airport terminals. Then I went out on the road on a radio tour, which sounds incredibly glamorous but in reality it consisted of a rental car, motels, and my mom and I pretending to have loud mother-daughter fights with each other during boarding so no one would want the empty seat between us on Southwest.

As a kid, I always thought I would go away to college, imagining the posters I’d hang on the wall of my freshmen dorm. I even set the ending of my music video for my song “Love Story” at my fantasy imaginary college, where I meet a male model reading a book on the grass and with one single glance, we realize we had been in love in our past lives. Which is exactly what you guys all experienced at some point in the last four years, right?

But I really can’t complain about not having a normal college experience to you because you went to NYU during a global pandemic, being essentially locked into your dorms or having to do classes over Zoom. Everyone in college during normal times stresses about test scores, but on top of that you also had to pass like 1,000 COVID tests. I imagine the idea of a normal college experience was all you wanted too. But in this case, you and I both learned that you don’t always get all the things in the bag that you selected from the menu in the delivery service that is life. You get what you get. And as I would like to say to you, you should be very proud of what you’ve done with it. Today, you leave New York University and then you go out into the world searching for what’s next. And so will I.

So as a rule, I try not to give anyone unsolicited advice unless they ask for it. I’ll go into this more later. I guess I have been officially solicited in this situation, to impart whatever wisdom I might have and tell you the things that helped me in my life so far. Please bear in mind that I, in no way, feel qualified to tell you what to do. You’ve worked and struggled and sacrificed and studied and dreamed your way here today and so, you know what you’re doing. You’ll do things differently than I did them and for different reasons.

The first of which is…life can be heavy, especially if you try to carry it all at once. Part of growing up and moving into new chapters of your life is about catch and release. What I mean by that is, knowing what things to keep, and what things to release. You can’t carry all things, all grudges, all updates on your ex, all enviable promotions your school bully got at the hedge fund his uncle started. Decide what is yours to hold and let the rest go. Oftentimes the good things in your life are lighter anyway, so there’s more room for them. One toxic relationship can outweigh so many wonderful, simple joys. You get to pick what your life has time and room for. Be discerning.

And while we’re talking about things that make us squirm but really shouldn’t, I’d like to say that I’m a big advocate for not hiding your enthusiasm for things. It seems to me that there is a false stigma around eagerness in our culture of “unbothered ambivalence.” This outlook perpetuates the idea that it’s not cool to “want it.” That people who don’t try hard are fundamentally more chic than people who do. And I wouldn’t know because I have been a lot of things but I’ve never been an expert on “chic.” But I’m the one who’s up here so you have to listen to me when I say this: Never be ashamed of trying. Effortlessness is a myth. The people who wanted it the least were the ones I wanted to date and be friends with in high school. The people who want it most are the people I now hire to work for my company.

I started writing songs when I was 12 and since then, it’s been the compass guiding my life, and in turn, my life guided my writing. Everything I do is just an extension of my writing, whether it’s directing videos or a short film, creating the visuals for a tour, or standing on stage performing. Everything is connected by my love of the craft, the thrill of working through ideas and narrowing them down and polishing it all up in the end. Editing. Waking up in the middle of the night and throwing out the old idea because you just thought of a newer, better one. A plot device that ties the whole thing together. There’s a reason they call it a hook. Sometimes a string of words just ensnares me and I can’t focus on anything until it’s been recorded or written down.

As a songwriter, I’ve never been able to sit still, or stay in one creative place for too long. I’ve made and released 11 albums and in the process, I’ve switched genres from country to pop to alternative to folk. This might sound like a very songwriter-centric line of discussion but in a way, I really do think we are all writers. And most of us write in a different voice for different situations. You write differently in your Instagram stories than you do your senior thesis. You send a different type of email to your boss than you do your best friend from home.

We are all literary chameleons and I think it’s fascinating. It’s just a continuation of the idea that we are so many things, all the time. And I know it can be really overwhelming figuring out who to be, and when. Who you are now and how to act in order to get where you want to go. I have some good news: it’s totally up to you. I also have some terrifying news: it’s totally up to you.

I said to you earlier that I don’t ever offer advice unless someone asks me for it, and now I’ll tell you why: As a person who started my very public career at the age of 15, it came with a price. And that price was years of unsolicited advice. Being the youngest person in every room for over a decade meant that I was constantly being issued warnings from older members of the music industry, the media, interviewers, executives. This advice often presented itself as thinly veiled warnings. See, I was a teenager in the public eye at a time when our society was absolutely obsessed with the idea of having perfect young female role models. It felt like every interview I did included slight barbs by the interviewer about me one day “running off the rails.”

That meant a different thing to everyone person said it me. So I became a young adult while being fed the message that if I didn’t make any mistakes, all the children of America would grow up to be perfect angels. However, if I did slip up, the entire earth would fall off its axis and it would be entirely my fault and I would go to pop star jail forever and ever. It was all centered around the idea that mistakes equal failure and ultimately, the loss of any chance at a happy or rewarding life.

This has not been my experience. My experience has been that my mistakes led to the best things in my life.

The times I was told no or wasn’t included, wasn’t chosen, didn’t win, didn’t make the cut…looking back, it really feels like those moments were as important, if not more crucial, than the moments I was told “yes.”

But then I’d post my songs on my MySpace — yes, MySpace — and would message with other teenagers like me who loved country music, but just didn’t have anyone singing from their perspective. Having journalists write in-depth, oftentimes critical, pieces about who they perceive me to be made me feel like I was living in some weird simulation, but it also made me look inward to learn about who I actually am. Having the world treat my love life like a spectator sport in which I lose every single game was not a great way to date in my teens and twenties, but it taught me to protect my private life fiercely. Being publicly humiliated over and over again at a young age was excruciatingly painful but it forced me to devalue the ridiculous notion of minute by minute, ever-fluctuating social relevance and likability. Getting canceled on the internet and nearly losing my career gave me an excellent knowledge of all the types of wine.

I know I sound like a consummate optimist, but I’m really not. I lose perspective all the time. Sometimes everything just feels completely pointless. I know the pressure of living your life through the lens of perfectionism. And I know that I’m talking to a group of perfectionists because you are here today graduating from NYU. And so this may be hard for you to hear: In your life, you will inevitably misspeak, trust the wrong people, under-react, overreact, hurt the people who didn’t deserve it, overthink, not think at all, self-sabotage, create a reality where only your experience exists, ruin perfectly good moments for yourself and others, deny any wrongdoing, not take the steps to make it right, feel very guilty, let the guilt eat at you, hit rock bottom, finally address the pain you caused, try to do better next time, rinse, repeat. And I’m not gonna lie, these mistakes will cause you to lose things.

I’m trying to tell you that losing things doesn’t just mean losing. A lot of the time, when we lose things, we gain things too.

Now you leave the structure and framework of school and chart your own path. Every choice you make leads to the next choice which leads to the next, and I know it’s hard to know sometimes which path to take. There will be times in life when you need to stand up for yourself. Times when the right thing is to back down and apologize. Times when the right thing is to fight, times when the right thing is to turn and run. Times to hold on with all you have and times to let go with grace. Sometimes the right thing to do is to throw out the old schools of thought in the name of progress and reform. Sometimes the right thing to do is to listen to the wisdom of those who have come before us. How will you know what the right choice is in these crucial moments? You won’t.

How do I give advice to this many people about their life choices? I won’t.

Scary news is: you’re on your own now.

Cool news is: You’re on your own now.

I leave you with this: We are led by our gut instincts, our intuition, our desires and fears, our scars and our dreams. And you will screw it up sometimes. So will I. And when I do, you will most likely read about on the internet. Anyway…hard things will happen to us. We will recover. We will learn from it. We will grow more resilient because of it.

As long as we are fortunate enough to be breathing, we will breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. And I’m a doctor now, so I know how breathing works.

I hope you know how proud I am to share this day with you. We’re doing this together. So let’s just keep dancing like we’re… The class of 22.”

- Taylor Swift

@taylorswift

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kissbentennyson · 3 years

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I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

#proship dni #alternate bens x reader #ben 10 x reader #ben tennyson x reader #nega ben x reader

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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hi lovely! hope ur doing well 💕💕 so excited that ur requests are open AHH!!!

but how would the brothers react to MC denying their kisses as a lil prank to see their reaction? [got inspo from this tik tok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePw8TLe/ if you wanna see] I imagined some of them would be a bit desperate and thirsty like the guy in the vid hehe.. not sure if u done the idea before but I thought it'd be fun!!

this is my first request for anything here so I hope I did it right ahh love ur writing btw and hope u have fun with ur requests!! 🥳🥳

I cannot put into words how much I absolutely despise that tiktok trend and I'd slap a bitch if they tried that on me. But anyway welcome to the blog! 🎉

Warning: slight NSFW

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC denying them a kiss for a tiktok prank

Lucifer:

First of all, he despises that app with a passion and he despises it even more ever since you made it a point to pull him into these ‘trends’. Do you think he has time for this? The only trend he somewhat enjoyed was the iced coffee one. You know, where they make that foamy milk or whatever it was, and only because he loves coffee. Anyway, the minute you lean in to kiss him, he’s ready. Talkin’ about hands tightly on your hips, pulling you closer, ready to meet those cute little puckers and then-- nope. Absolutely not.

“You have two seconds to come over here and finish what you started and if you even think of posting that video I’m not only taking your phone privileges, but I most certainly will take your orgasm privileges.”

Mammon:

He’s a sucker for kisses. He’s also a sucker for tiktok, but he’s mainly on car tiktok and *gasp* shocker, baking tiktok! That’s right, he finds baking videos to be super interesting which is both weird and kind of cool; maybe he’ll pick up a few recipes and make them for you! Anyway, he’s about as excited as a puppy when you come over to kiss him. “Hell yeah babe, come here so I ca-- HEY!” and then you don’t ??? What kind of bullshit???

“MC come back! Get yer ass back here!!”

Leviathan:

This boy daydreams about you 24/7 and he feels so lucky every time he has the chance to talk to you, to hold you, and especially to kiss you. He gets super flustered every time, too, and he does these silly tiktok trends with you because they make you happy. Secretly, he hates them and he wishes they’d just stay between you and him but he also doesn’t want to dictate your life. Anyway, when it looks like you lean in to kiss him, he’s already flustered as all hell and his eyes are squeezed shut tightly, awaiting impact. And then it never happened. And he’s even more flustered and embarrassed now, especially since you’re laughing.

“Oh… heh… of course you wouldn’t… my mistake.”

Satan:

Satan is in the same boat as Lucifer except that he will search tiktok for cute cat videos and cute cat videos only. He’s completely oblivious to these trends because he could honestly care less. He’s done the savage one with you before and only because your ass looked mighty fine in it, that’s it. However, he watched you set up your phone before you came over to him and thus he knows this is some type of prank. So, when you lean in to kiss him, he’s actually the one pulling away with a grin and pushing you away.

“Can’t prank the prankster, kitten.”

Asmodeus:

Oh he loves that app! He’s done about every major trend on that stupid app and his account has a couple million followers. It’s both sad and fascinating how obsessed he is with those videos, but hey, at least someone other than the people he already knows can stroke his ego. Anyway, he’s already seen this trend and he’s waiting for you to pull it on him, but before you could even lean in he’s already laughing like crazy, leaving you confused. He ends up stealing a kiss anyway before moving over to your phone and waving into the camera.

“Oh dear… did you mean to post this? We should do one for my account, too!”

Beelzebub:

Bless his soul. He only recently discovered food tiktok and he swipes away as soon as he sees a video that isn’t food related. Looked like a chocolate covered strawberry, is actually a kissing exercise = swipe! Honestly it’s precious how he’ll spend hours on there. Sometimes he goes onto the workout part of tiktok too and does some new workout routines but it’s mainly just food so Beel didn’t see it coming when you pulled the prank on him. As a matter of fact, he’s rather hurt when you pull away from the kiss and a big pouty lip will form.

“I won’t force you… but I was really looking forward to that. Can I have one?”

Belphegor:

You think this demon has time for tiktok when his sleep routine is at stake? He hears you scroll through the videos sometimes but he could honestly care less about all of that. Every once in a blue moon he’ll ask you to pull up some cute puppy videos but even that is rare. Anyway, when you lean in to kiss him, he has already gotten his eyes closed and is awaiting the sweetness that is your lips. And then they never come. And then he sees the phone in his face and he gets mad, taking it from you and throwing it across the room before pulling you on top of him.

“I knew there was a reason I hated that stupid thing. Kiss me or that phone will stay broken.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #satan obey me #beelzebub obey me

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Kakyoin - Fateful Day

Kakyoin x Jotaro's sister reader

I freaking love the Joot-sister prompt

You were always used to Jotaro and you walking separatedly from and to school. The guy had way longer legs than you and would rather not be seen with you in public and near school, for reasons mysterious to you.

At first you felt offended that he would be ashamed of you, or just not bear your presence.

You did not know, in fact, that the reasons he kept his distance from you as much as he could when on schoolgrounds or when going to school, was to protect you from danger.

Not only was Jotaro constantly surrounded by crazy girls who would probably harass you for existing in his world, but he also had troubles, to understate, with local delinquents and other gangsters who wanted to throw some hands at him.

Furthermore, with the new discovery of that bizarre, seemingly evil spirit that started following him around, you were really the last person he wanted to hurt.

Unfortunately, being distant from his little sister wasn't near enough to protect her this time.

One fateful day, soon after your grandfather arrived in Japan and Jotaro got out of holding, you were walking home from school as usual.

Jotaro was already a solid five minutes away in front of you, which meant you were all alone.

You didn't mind the lone walk, the town was peaceful and you were used to it. But something irked you when you felt an insistant presence behind you.

You turned around, checking, but no one was there. You shrugged the feeling off, feeling a bit stupid for thinking the worse and kept walking, telling yourself it must have been a cat or an innocent someone who got home.

"Jotaro~! Welcome back- hm? Where is your sister?" Holly asked as she welcomed her son who just came home.

The boy grunted, reluctantly accepting his 'welcome home' smooch. "She's coming. She's just slow."

After a long while of waiting for your return, Holly started to worry, stress and anxiety clouding her mind. Panicked, she barged in Jotaro's bedroom. You weren't usually this late.

"Jotaro, are you sure Y/N was behind you? It's been almost thirty minutes and she's still not back…"

Jotaro huffed in annoyance as he got up from his laid down position on his bed.

"Yare yare daze, quit worrying over nothing, she's probably fine."

" 'Probably'?!"

"What's going on, Holly?" Joseph joined in after hearing the commotion.

"Y/N's not back from school yet… I'm scared something might have happened to her…" Holly explained to her father, dread even more evident in her voice as she worded her worries.

Joseph rubbed her shoulder in reassurance, "It's okay, Holly, I'm sure she's not that far. Jotaro! Get up and go look for your sister! You're supposed to keep an eye on her, that's your role as a big brother!"

The old man scolded as the teenager stood up and got on his way, as if he had been asked an annoying chore.

"Yare yare, you're all so noisy over nothing." He put his shoes back on and took his leave.

Stopping every once in a while and unable to shake off your uneasy feeling truly delayed you. You were sure you'd never hear the end of this if your father knew how late you were today.

"Kujo..." A sudden deep voice called right behind you, and you turned around, meeting with a complete stranger. "…Am I correct?"

"Yes?" You replied a bit shyly as you turned fully to him. "And you are...?"

As you now had a better look at him, you realised how handsome he actually looked. Not at all how you imagined a potential creep following you.

He wore your school's uniform but you didn't recognize his face. He must be a new student, you told yourself. He had beautiful red hair and a white shawl that flew gracefully in the wind. He was also strongly and elegantly built. Just who was he?

But all that charm quickly shifted as he smirked eerily in response. He approached you, his eyes glaring into your soul and you stepped backwards as fear built up inside you. Why was he looking at you like that so suddenly?

The uneasiness from before came up tenfold, this time completely justified. You spoke up as he came uncomfortably close to you, towering over your much smaller form.

"U-um… Did you need something…?" You hesitantly stuttered as he now stood arm-length away from you.

"Yes I do." He spoke confidently, his goal like set in stone. "I need you to lead me to your brother."

"What? My brother? If it's a fight you want with him, I won't let you." You protested with more confidence, now that you started to understand where he came from.

You were used to people trying to pick fights with Jotaro. You knew your brother had way too many enemies for his own good, and surely you wouldn't let anyone get to him and filter them out if you had the occasion.

"Who even are you? I don't recognize you from school…" You squinted your eyes warily. This boy arised too many questions in your mind.

Kakyoin smiled softly at you, which you didn't trust at all. He was fishy and there was something in his eyes that you quite couldn't put you finger on.

"My name is Kakyoin Noriaki." He sighed. "I didn't want to use force on a lady, but you don't leave me any choices..."

Before you could even react, green tentacle-like appendices appeared from behind him and lunged at you. You gasped and bolted away as fast as you could.

You knew it. It was bad. Real bad. You had no chance against a Stand user like him, you couldn't manage your own newly found Stand just yet. It was exactly like your grandfather said.

You tried to run, but not even 2 meters far and his green vectors wrapped around your ankles.

As you were about to trip and land on the floor, more of the tentacles wrapped around your legs, waist, arms and wrists, preventing you from falling, keeping you still in mid-air.

You couldn't move. Kakyoin came up behind you as you struggled in Hierophant Green's grip.

"Well that was easy." He snickered over your tied up and desperate form.

"LET ME GO!! LET ME- HMMFF!" He put a large hand over your mouth, effectively silencing your now muffled screams.

"Shhh! Don't make this harder for us, I'll just borrow your body real quick. It'll be over before you even know it. I'll make this painless, I'm a gentleman."

He released your mouth and Hierophant green squeezed itself around your neck, choking you, your mouth agape for you desperately needed air.

He took this advantage to grab your wrists and lock you against his chest as his Stand released you to nest itself inside your opened mouth.

Your body tensed up at the foreign and disgusting feeling of the spirit slipping down your throat and you violently squirmed in Kakyoin's grip as he forced your mouth closed, keeping the Stand inside to own your will and possess you. Just as Dio had taught him.

"Good. That's good. Jotaro would never kill his own sister, now would he? Even though his own sister will kill him. How tragically ironic."

He wrapped his arms back to your midsection as you stopped squirming, tired and breathless from fighting against him in vain. He held you against him as he knew you would surely collapse if he let go.

"Haaah… Ahh… Haaaa… Haaahh…" You panted shakily, scared and exhausted as your head hung low and your cold hands rested upon his own, barely able to swat them away from you with how shakey you were.

You were weak and alone, which was perfect for him to use. He chuckled and you felt the rumble of his chest against your back as he did. You felt like crying.

"It's too bad that you have to die. You're so cute, I would have loved to bring you to Master Dio with me."

You suddenly felt nauseous. You felt his stand inside you, trying to slide itself into every part of you and take control of your body.

You tried to resist, your arms and legs were shaking, your arched your back and writhed in pain, you knew your own Stand was fighting against it.

To Kakyoin's utter shock, Hierophant Green was violently pushed out of you by your own Stand as you let out lung-piercing coughs. Spitting the enemy out like some flesh-eating parasyte.

"WHAT-?!" Kakyoin yelped at the scene, but was then forced to let go of you as your Stand punched Hierophant Green in the face, the red-head owner feeling the hit full-force as well.

Kakyoin fell down, knocked down by the impact as you collapsed to your knees, coughing up and vomiting spit and blood.

Adrenaline pushing you through, you didn't let yourself any time to recover and took this chance to run away as fast as you could, taking sharp turns and passing through narrow paths that you prayed he wouldn't fit through or have the idea of searching.

You eventually lost track of him, gasping desperately for air as your lungs hurt in a dry and sharp pain, fed by the ceaseless pounding of your heart. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, you couldn't take it anymore.

Right as you passed the Torii gate of the temple nearest to your neighborhood, one you walked through every day, you passed out cold onto the paved holy ground.

Jotaro slowly walked his way back to the path you usually both took to come home after school. He walked and walked, but still no trace of you on the way.

Although he would never admit it, his anxiety grew inside him and his heartbeat quickened as he realised that you were way too far from home for his own liking. You were right behind him, how could this happen?

He started to feel guilty that he didn't even check if you were still following him or not. Especially when he realized that so many people, people who yearned to get under Jotaro Kujo's skin, could easily do so by taking you down and harming you, his own sister.

His train of thoughts were interrupted when he found something, or rather someone on the stoned floor of the local temple. And as he approached the figure, sure enough, his eyes widened and his heart jumped in his chest. No...

"Y/N…!"

He immediately kneeled down next to you and lifted you to his lap. He checked you up and down for injuries and noticed you had fresh bruises forming on your wrists and neck and you were bleeding from your mouth. He could not believe what he was seeing.

"Aah… Jojo…" you whimpered in a wheeze as you recognized your brother's voice and his smokey scent.

"Who did this to you? What's the name of that fucking asshole?!" He growled, his gruff voice contrasting with the care he held you with.

"H-he's a stand user like you… Kakyoin… He's after you, don't go to school tomorrow…" You croaked and coughed out while looking up at his worried eyes and your brother scoffed.

"Yare yare, you're stupid to think I won't go to school and drum his ass."

He lifted you up and carried you back home to get your injuries treated. As to be expected, Holly freaked out at your state and Jotaro received a earful from Joseph who told him to never let a young girl walk all by herself, let alone his little sister and especially with all the trouble he gets into.

The next day, you stayed home to rest for the day, making you feel much better. Thankfully you had no major injuries and the Speedwagon foundation doctors knew about Stand inflicted wounds.

You had interesting chats with the guest Abdul and Joseph spoiled you all day like you were his baby which, to be fair, you were in his eyes.

In the mean time, Jotaro had met with Kakyoin and had an inevitable fight. Unfortunately, what Kakyoin had going on was much deeper than just wanted to bully Jotaro. When Jotaro came back home, he brought Kakyoin's unconscious body and you learned about what happened to him, about Dio, the fleshbud, and why he aimed at killing Jotaro.

Knowing what had transpired and with you doing much better, you decided to go check on the boy. You felt it was important to start allover with him.

You knocked gently on the guest room's door and slid it open, revealing Kakyoin in his injured state. Your brother truly did not hold back, you thought.

"Hello Kakyoin…" You greeted a bit shyly as you walked through the door. The red head looked at you with wide eyes as he recognized you.

"Y-...you're the girl I attacked yesterday?" You nodded and he sighed sadly. "I'm deeply sorry for what I did… That was.... Despicable of me..."

"Don't worry," You approached him and knelt down at his side. "My grandfather explained what happened to you. I'm not mad. You weren't yourself."

Kakyoin then glanced at your bruised neck and looked away in shame.

"I can't believe I harmed a girl… in such a low, awful way…" You chuckled lightly at his exaggerated worry.

"Hey, I'm fine! Look, you're in an even worse state than I am. Stop fretting and let us take care of you, okay?" You gently smiled at him.

He looked at you with a soft gaze. He bit his lip and blinked back the tears that prickled in his eyes. Were all members of this family pure redempting angels of sympathy and goodness?

"Thank you, Kujo, you're very kind..."

"Just call me Y/N." You smiled as you leaned in to move out some hairs that were stuck to his frontal bandage.

"Y/N…" He softly repeated, a blush rising to his face. Even your name was beautiful, he thought to himself, never daring to say it out loud.

His heart fluttered in his chest at your feathery touch and he felt suddenly much shier. He wanted to hold that soft hand in his own, but before he could even do anything, Holly called your name from afar.

"Y/N! Can you please come here for a second?"

"I'm coming!" You replied before looking back at the boy. "Sorry, I have to go. I'll let you rest until dinner is ready."

Kakyoin nodded and laid back down on the mattress. He let out a soft 'oh' of surprise when you gripped the blanket and tucked him in sweetly before getting up and leaving, sliding the door close behind you.

He sighed, unable to fight his little goofy grin.

"Damn it… I'm falling in love…"

Old writing again. I'm really just putting the dusty stuff I should have posted a year ago. I apologize for the poor litterature.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #writing #x reader #reader insert #reader is a kujo #kujo reader #reader is Jotaro's sister #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki x reader #part 3 #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders

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anathemafiction · 3 years

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I adore your game and your characters and I respect your hustle. Can't wait to play it over and over once it's out! It's exam season at my uni and I'm ✨suffering✨ but replaying the demo during breaks put me in a better mood

Here's pictures of my dumbasses for a happiness boost

Oh, but they are adorable (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡ Beautiful. And thank you so much for your words! I'm glad the demo can give you some small relief from the incredible stress that it's exam season! I can't wait for you to play the whole game too! It's so close, I'm dreaming about the day that I finally get to submit it.

Seeing your lovely pets actually reminded me I have something I've been wanting to share for a while too! The rest of the post is below the cut because there's a lot of pictures!

Nero is doing amazing, he has completely recovered from all his health problems and is happier than ever. Here he is during yesterday's walk:

But what I actually wanted to share is that I have a new addition to the family! Here's Nala. ♡♡

We found her when she was a small little kitten last September - I can't know for sure, but I think she was less than 5 weeks old - in terrible conditions. She was under the hot summer sun, and completely malnourished. I could see the fleas jumping around her body. A lady that lived nearby told us the litter had been abandoned by the mother and her only surviving brother was recently killed by a dog, so Nala was completely alone. 😭

And even though she was a street cat at that point, she would let us pet and carry her, I think she was so desperate for help she didn't even listen to her instincts to run away.

No one could take her, so I decided to care for her until she got better and then, hopefully, find her forever home. But... Well, these little beings have a way to steal your heart, and I think mine was stolen the moment I had her in my arms.😄 I mean who could say goodbye to this little face?

She's the first cat I ever had, so I was really unsure because I'll admit, I knew nothing (and still don't know so much) about cats! My parents adopted our family dog when I was 12, and now I have Nero, but cats? Completely alien to me. It's been so fun tho, learning how to interact and meet the needs of a totally different species. And I may have a few new scars in my hands from her "let's play!" bites, but damn, I can't imagine my life without her now. She's perfect. ♡

No one warned me about kittens and their insatiable need to play, however. 😄 I swear, she's either sleeping or running around the house, chirping like a bird to get me to play. Adorable, but I was taken by surprise. Everyone says how cats are independent I... am not experiencing it at all with Nala.

What I was most nervous about, however, was Nero's reaction. He's such a gentle dog, but when Nala came home she was literally the size of one of his teeth xD But my fears were totally unfounded, they get along so well. Look at them sleeping together. 😭😭

That's it! Just wanted to share and take advantage of your ask to gush a little bit about my pets 😊 Now I have a spoiled boy and a little princess, both demanding my time. Life's busier, but honestly, life's so much better.

#ahh sorry about the personal post #it has nothing to do with the game and pls block the tag personal if you don't want to see posts like this #It's rare tho <3 #but nala's been such a big part of my life now that it's weird that I never talked about her???#so here she is my little girl #personal

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aquaregina · 2 years

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another mermaid melody AU involves the dark lovers gang, in which Izuru is the 'man behind the man' for Gaito and basically adopted him and the others (including sara) due to her strong hatred of humans. izuru is an exhausted mom of her seven dumbass kids.

YESSSSSS

OK OK OK so we are going off the rails here but I love this idea (and now I want to write a oneshot 😂😅) bare with me!

Staring off with, Izuru is not a fish-turned-mermaid I think instead I want her to be some sort of sea creature like Madam Taki and Auri. 🤔 I’m thinking due to the way her fin looks that she is a gulf signal blenny fish! I know she was created from a specific fish but I can’t remember what it is and I couldn’t find it on the wiki so…

I think that Izuru is from the eastern central Pacific Ocean (where the new fish I’m basing her on is located). Now I think that Izuru is probably in her twenties when she finds Sara (who I’m gonna assume is in her teens when she meets Taro?) so I think she’d be more of an older sister figure to her.

As for Gaito, I mention this in my fic, but I hate the whole twin thing. It doesn’t make any sense since Gaito is made to appear to be older than Kaito who is a teenager. So I’m thinking that he’s around seven when Izuru finds him (probably shortly before or after the whole wiping out of the Panthasala clan) and she is mother. Anyone who says otherwise will be by watery sea dragons.

She tries to find Gaito’s brother but become furious when she discovers that Aqua Regina gave him to humans. Her son is unconsolable and she wants to take him from the humans but surprisingly it’s Sara who stops her. She asserts that it would more traumatic to take him from them than for him to live with them.

Izuru relents but this only makes her hatred for humans grow.

As for Eriru, I think she’s the next one she picks up. I think that she finds Eriru caught in some fish nets and after that she kinda just stuck around. Izuru had a habit of finding children that are in desperate need of some guidance and in Eriru case, I think she’s the Dory of the group. I think Eiriu is going to be Leopard catshark sea creature in this AU (because of her ears and cat-like nature)

Maria is a sea angel (Clione limacina) that Izuru sound had run away from her home in colder region of the North Atlantic Ocean. Maria wasn’t receptive to Izuru and her mothering nature at first, or her brood of rambunctious children but she grew fond of them. She and Izuru bond over their control over waves and sea monsters.

Yuri is the one one she finds as a baby. She is a Deep Red Jellyfish that was separated from her pod by the ocean currents shortly after she was born. It’s actually Sara who finds her and insists that they take her in. Izuru is smitten with this little jelly and so are the rest of the them, as the baby of the group she is doted upon by her siblings.

And finally the Black Beauty Sisters, whom I am going to make anglerfish, specifically the Bufoceratias wedli. They have two anglers with two lures on its back, isn’t that neat? I think it fits their whole microphone tail thing they have going on. Anywho, I think these two come in last as teenagers when the family is well established (Sara and Gaito are adults, Maria and Eriru are teenagers, and Yuri is a tween). They’re looking to form a sea band (lol) because they’re teenagers (I’m thinking SheShe is 16 and Mimi is 13) and of course Maria and Eriru would be on board. And in true little sister fashion Yuri would want to join. And then before SheShe and Mimi know it they’re a part of Izuru’s little family.

Izuru & Fam:

Izuru & Eriru

Maria & Yuri

SheShe & Mimi

Bonus under the cut! Because this got out of hand quick lol!

Starting with Mikeru, I’m swapping him out from being an ancient clone to being half sea creature half panthasala. His mother was a panthasala woman and his father was a flying fish sea creature. So he’ll still have winds but they’re more ray-like than angel.

Next is Lady Bat, who instead of a being made of a bunch of bats, they’re a bat fish sea creature. They got kicked out by their family (because I headcanon Lady Bat as being non-binary) and Michel takes them in and never looks back. That is his child and no one will say otherwise.

The next one is lanhua, whom he took from an aquarium. She was unhappy with her life and well how was Michel to allow her to suffer? As for Alala, she is a rosy-scales fairy-wrasse that just kinda showed up one day and Micheal was like 🤷‍♂️ ur my child now lol

Micheal/Mikeru & Lady Bat

Lanhua & Alala

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busycryin · 3 years

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Disinhibition

Pairing: Benjamin ‘Benny’ Miller x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Injury, bad words, mentions of sex.

Summary: Benny gets injured and loses his filter. (Not that he had much of one to begin with)

Note: This is self indulgent fluff. I regret nothing. I am in love with all of these men.

It was never your idea of a fun Friday night - watching Benny get the ever living shit beaten out of him.

Until six months ago you’d never have even set foot in an event such as this, but here you were, beer in hand watching the brother of your best friend take an uppercut to the face in a fight you think he was winning.

To you Benny was the gentle giant; a sweet guy who topped up the window wiper fluid in your car when it got low or the guy that gave you the last hot dog at the barbeque because he knew you secretly hated Frankie’s burgers. In this ring he was one hundred percent the warrior you’d heard stories of as a mask of icy calculation had descended across his features.

The outside world was shut out; it was just him and his opponent in the ring.

His opponent just so happened to be a gorilla - there was no other way to describe the mans body as his arms were thick chords of muscles covering bone - somehow managing to make Benny look lithe.

You were still new to this but you weren’t quite sure how he was even in the same weight class.

Christ, this was bad for your blood pressure.

You couldn’t help the butterflies fluttering around your stomach despite the fact that for every hit Benny took he landed two. The two were locked into a hold on the ground, you didn’t quite understand what was happening, but Ben had somehow got the upper hand. It was as he held the man down that the bell finally rang and you released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding; the round was over.

Santiago, another friend of Will’s who was standing beside you and Frankie, blew out a heavy breath.

“This is a fuckin’ close one.”

“Guys fuckin’ huge.” Frankie echoed your thoughts whilst taking a sip of his beer.

Will was bent over Benny talking into his ear as the younger of the duo desperately chugged his water bottle. He looked absolutely exhausted, your heart was beating madly in your chest; you decided to remain silent.

All too soon the break was over and the mouth guard was back in place protecting those pearly whites that were often directed at you in a half-smirk/half-grin concoction that always signalled he was up to no good.

“Don’t worry, Guapa! Ben’s got this, he’s one tough sonovabitch.” Frankie patted your back reassuringly. Somehow you weren’t convinced but you smiled at both of the men, nodding enthusiastically and draining your half full beverage.

You knelt to place your cup under your seat, rising finally as the bell rang, signalling the beginning of a new round of torture. Your hands interlocked nervously in front of your mouth flinching at every hit the other man landed on Benny.

You felt Santiago pat your shoulder and shoot you a smile whilst he cheered for the younger Miller. “He’s got this, Y/N.” He spoke, repeating Frankie’s earlier reassurances.

Benny did not have this.

As was made evidently clear a couple of minutes later when the two were grappling on the ground, his opponent had got the upper hand and was above him trying to get him to submit. But Benny being Benny wouldn’t give in, despite being banged to rights. 193 pounds didn’t seem so heavy right now as his opponent twisted his arm to the ground, his thick legs wrapped around Ben’s torso.

Your heart dropped as you could’ve swore you heard the crack of bone over the crowd. Finally Benny tapped.

The fight was over, he’d lost.

Santiago had thrown his hat off raking his fingers through his hair in disappointment “Mierda! I thought he had it!”

“That guy was fucking massive, I hope he’s okay.” You mumbled when you realised Ben was still sitting on the padded ground.

“Let’s go see, eh?” Frank gestured towards the ring where a medic had now entered, tailed closely by Will. You had to stop yourself from racing to his side as sat injured in the ring.

You see, you and Benny had a complicated relationship.

Well it wasn’t that difficult, simply put Ben was a bit of a slut, now you didn’t judge him. Live and let live, you say, but casual sex just wasn’t your thing. Especially not with the brother of your best friend. You’d come to rely on your easy friendship with the older Miller brother so you avoided your relationship with Ben going beyond flirting - your friendship wasn’t something you wanted to fuck with on a whim.

So, a strange friendship in limbo was where you and Benjamin Miller firmly remained.

Benny was pulled up into standing, his face was pale as the MMA medic inspected his arm. The man shook his head at Will as they walked, both supporting the injured man.

“-dislocated, he’s gonna have to go to the ER.” The three of you caught the end of the conversation as you followed the trio.

“He okay?” Frankie questioned first “Going to the hospital?”

“Yeah, the idiot pushed himself too far. Popped his shoulder out of the socket instead of submitting.”

“Shit, Ben! Are you okay?” You asked, rushing to his side.

“I’m fine Y/N.” He grunted ever the hard headed soldier, his face was laced with pain even as he tried to be impassive in his agony.

You backed off at his clear dismissal, not wanting to push him whilst he was in such pain.

“We’ll meet you there, yeah?” Santiago questioned.

In the end, you and ‘Pope’ sat in the hospital chairs for an hour or two waiting. Frankie had waited for an hour before he had to get back to his family, the two of you had insisted he get back. It wasn’t fair on Mama Morales to have to look after the baby on her own.

Santiago was the friend of Will’s you knew the least. He was always kind but he simply was never around. He came and went as he pleased much like an outdoor cat, but in the short time you’d been around him you knew he was a nice guy. Two, going on three hours alone talking about nonsense had pretty much cemented that as you now sat in the waiting room playing go fish, waiting desperately to hear some news about your - What exactly was Benny to you?

Your crush? No. You weren’t in Kindergarten.

Your friend? No. Not enough.

The guy you had incredibly strong feelings for - the kind that made that tingle in your stomach when he laughed at your jokes but you can’t tell him because he’s a man whore who can’t commit to one woman? No. Abit long, not to mention a complete overshare.

Your person.

You were waiting desperately to hear some news about your person when finally Will rounded the corner. You stood before you realised what you were doing.

“He okay?”

“Yeah, he’s good. Asking about you Y/N, come and see him?”

“Of course.” You reply picking up your purse.

Both you and Santi follow Will through the winding hospital halls. You hear Benjamin before you see him.

“I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday! ” His usually melodious voice is hoarse and slurred, he sounded somewhat drunk as he butchered the rock song from his favourite band.

“I love you too, man.” Will says with a small smile on his face as he sits on one of the chairs beside the bed.

“He’s had some anesthesia. He’s pretty high right now, so brace yourselves.” He’s sitting up in the bed arm wrapped in a sling, staring up at the ceiling as he sings (shouts) when you round the corner.

“Will, you’re back!” He lights up as he sees his brother “I love you.”

However Will is forgotten instantly as soon as Benny catches sight of you. “Will! This is her, Christ, its the angel I fuckin’ told you about!”

“Calm down, Ben.” Will still has the smile on his face but he tilts his head to the other patient behind the curtain being subjected to his younger brother's lack of an indoor voice.

“How are you doing, Brother?” Santi questions, sitting on the chair to the other side of him.

He looks at Santiago. “Pope! Have you seen her? She’s so gorgeous, man. She’s here.”

You chuckle as you walk to stand beside him on the bed. He instantly takes your hand in his good one and pats the bed beside him. You can’t help but acquiesce despite the cloudy look in his eyes. It’s like the lights are all on but nobody's really home.

You hop up, facing him sideways on. You’re not about to cuddle the man in front of Will and Santiago, no matter how desperately you’d like to.

“How you feeling, Soldier?”

“Better now you’re here, Angel.” You can’t help the snort that comes out at his words.

“I’m glad I can help.”

“You could help me in another way y’know Y/N.” He smirks in a way that is so completely Benny you almost forget he’s delirious.

“I think you might regret this when you have a filter, lovely.”

“You hear that Will?” Benny’s whisper isn’t quite as stealthy as he believes as his voice is barely quieter than a shout. “She fuckin’ called me lovely, I’m fuckin in there man!”

“...No way...” Will replies simultaneously trying and failing to keep a straight face. “Y’know Ben you might want to calm down, you might be making Y/N uncomfortable.”

“Y/N… Oh god Y/N. She's gorgeous man, inside and out and her tits -Man her tits are-” He makes a growling noise.

“Ben!” Will admonishes whilst Santiago is looking on, his hand covering his mouth desperately trying to contain his chortles. “I think you should get some rest buddy.”

“I’ma do that. I’ma put my arms down, my head back and get some rest.” Benny tells his brother resolutely all whilst nodding his head and in his defense he does just that… for a grand total of ten seconds before his blue eyes reopen and fix on you.

“Y/N?” Benny ‘whispers’ whilst tugging on your hand that is still firmly locked with his good one.

“Mmh?”

“I think we should have a baby.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. We can have like 6 babies and I’ma’ fuck you so good every single night for the rest of our lives and we can have our own barbecues and I’ll cook you up the hamburgers special.” You can’t help it as your eyes widen exposing the whites in their entirety. You’re trapped somewhere between laughing and mortification as you know there’s no way in hell Will and Santi didn’t hear that.

“I’m not a baby machine dude, six kids is alot for my body to handle.”

“You’ll think about it?” He asks his eyes heavy as they lock on yours.

“Moron,” You chuckle whilst raising the hand which is not currently his prisoner and push the strand of dirty blonde hair from his eyes “You get some rest and I’ll give you all the babies you can handle, big guy.”

“If I go to sleep am I going to die?”

“No, Ben. You won’t die.” You can’t help a final giggle at his expense, apparently Benjamin Miller without a filter is quite the character. Finally he closed his eyes, his strong much larger hand still wrapped around your own as he drifted off.

A few moments passed and nobody seemed to know what to say. Every suspicion they’d had, had been confirmed. You hoped to god they weren’t going to tease him about it.

“Don’t make fun of him too badly when he wakes up, fellas.” You mumble awkwardly, your eyes not leaving his face.

“That’s my line.” Will pipes up from his seat when you finally meet his eyes. “My brothers a stubborn guy, he’ll see this as a screwing things up with you Y/N/N.”

“He never said anything. The guy’s impossible to read.”

“Nah, you’re just too close to it, is all.” Will supplied - ever the guiding light in your world recently.

“Well. We’ll see, won't we?” The guys start discussing the fight, about where Ben went wrong - something you didn’t really want to think about for a long time - or in the very least until his shoulder was healed.

Finally during the lull of conversation as they’re both checking their phones you go to ask Will when they’re releasing the giant moron when Santiago finally speaks up. “So, Y/N. You and Ben mind naming one of the kids after me? I figure with 6 of em’ you can spare at least one for the namesake.”

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blu-joons · 3 years

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Just Call Me Oppa ~ Choi Minho

The culture of Korea had always intrigued you since you made the move over as a part of your contract with work. It was something new, something exciting, and definitely something you often found yourself feeling incredibly overwhelmed by.

That was until you met Minho, who took you under his wing and helped to teach you all about Korean traditions as a thank you for the work that you did managing him and his team.

To begin with, your relationship was strictly professional, you managed his overseas schedule, there was nothing more to eat. But as you began to spend a bit more time together and got to know one another, that relationship soon shifted, not that anyone was surprised when the announcement was eventually made.

You’d often heard the word oppa pop up on your many adventures, but it was still something incredibly unfamiliar to you.

That was until one evening you finally decided to ask Minho what it was all about. As he explained, you were slightly surprised no one had ever been upset that you’d never used the term before. You considered many of the men at work as friends, some maybe as close as brothers, even your boyfriend, who didn’t seem to be phased.

“Why don’t you try and say it?” He asked you once he finished his explanation, “maybe I could teach you the right situations to use it in so that you fit in better with all of us.”

Your head nodded, his name effortlessly rolled off your tongue as it had done for many months, but as you came to oppa, no sound came out. Minho leant forwards, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile as you stared blankly back across at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teased you, “don’t worry, it’ll take a bit of time for you to really learn all about the Korean culture, it’s not an overnight thing.”

As your evening came to an end, you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty that you hadn’t been able to say the word. It seemed so easy, but saying it aloud was a different matter. It was almost as if it carried the realisation that your world really had moved from home.

You were all too aware as well that Minho felt a slight disappointment in not being able to say the word. Whilst he loved being your Minho, a small part of him always held out for when you’d address him honorifically, just like all the other important men and women did in his life.

“It’s not that hard,” you whispered as you left his apartment, kicking yourself for your mistake.

On your next few dates, Minho found himself dropping several hints about trying to bring up oppa into conversation again. Somehow, you managed to swerve it for the most part, building up the courage only for when you were ready to say it.

“Coffee,” you smiled, appearing at the office one morning, noticing Minho sat at your desk, waiting for you to show up. He leant forward and took the plastic Starbucks cup from you, taking a sip of his iced drink with a fresh sigh following.

His eyes watched you closely as you walked around and sat in front of your computer. “Why do you look as if you’re up to something?”

Your head shook back at him, placing your coffee cup down on the table. “I’m not up to anything, I just knew you’d be waiting for me to arrive, so thought I’d get you something nice.”

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quite find it in himself to trust you. Minho began to spin his coffee cup, looking around your office until he spotted your trick. He grabbed the coffee cup, reading through what was written in the black ink on the side.

“Minho oppa?” He questioned, turning it around so you could take a look at it too.”

“Something wrong with that?”

“No,” he whispered, bringing the cup up so that he could take another sip out of it. “Actually, there’s nothing wrong with that at all.” His voice was soft, trying to mask his excitement that the first sign of oppa had finally come from you. It wasn’t much, but it was a start, and that meant more to him then you could’ve ever imagined.

You could tell by the way that he stared down at the coffee cup that it meant a lot to him too, unable to wipe the smile off of his face.

Once you’d taken another sip from your drink, you stood up from your desk and walked around to the other side, settling yourself in Minho’s lap. His arms snaked around you, resting against your shoulder, pressing several gentle kisses against your cheek, making sure you were comfortable.

“You’re adorable,” he hummed, placing his cup down so that he could hold you properly.

“I didn’t do anything,” you grinned, cupping your hand against the side of his face.

His head could only shake back at you, letting go of a chuckle at the innocent smile that you wore. He could feel his heart beating faster as he met your eyes, trailing down to look at the lips, unable to stop himself from imagining the word falling from your lips.

“Something on your mind?” You questioned, spotting the daydream that he was in in an instant. “You’ve looked smug ever since I brought you coffee.”

“Nothing’s on mind, I’m just thinking about how happy I am with you.”

You leant down slowly, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, pulling back as he reached out, craving a little more from you. “We’re at work,” you teased, replacing your lips on his with a finger to stop him from arguing.

His grip around you tightened, making sure you knew how disappointed he was not to get a little more from you. You continued to smile innocently back at him, shuffling in his lap to make yourself more comfortable, unintentionally beginning to make Minho a little less comfortable.

Before you knew it, a small hum came from him, fighting back the urge that you knew you were giving to him, however innocent you tried to act.

“You’re getting yourself into big trouble,” he whispered into your ear, “we might be at work now, but carry on like this and you’re going to end up taking a very early lunch break, and a very fast trip across to my apartment.”

“I’ve got work to do,” you reminded him, pointing across to the paperwork on your desk. “Not all of us can sit around all day. I’m sure you’ll be able to enjoy a quick lunch break all by yourself though if you need to.”

“You’re not getting me in this situation, without getting me out of it,” he warned.

Your eyes raised, shaking your head back at him, making yourself comfortable once again, making sure each rotation of your hips was nice and slow.

“Y/N,” he muttered, pinching gently against your hips in a desperate bid to get you to stop. “I’m supposed to meeting Kibum, how am I possibly able to go and meet him if you’re going to treat me like this?”

“That doesn’t sound like my problem,” you grinned.

His head shook, pressing a kiss against your jaw, “I’ll make sure that it’s your problem soon. There’s no way that I’m going to let you get away with this.”

“What are you going to do about it, Minho…oppa?”

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comfortwriting · 3 years

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Eight is too far away - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Requested/About: Set in OOTP, Umbridge rules that boys and girls cannot be within eight inches of another. Fred and Y/N become touch starved and needy, and they try to sneak around this new rule in order to cope.

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, penetrative sex, sexual letters and nude pictures, masturbation.

The Educational Decree Number Twenty-Six has made your life and Fred's a living hell, you were forced to stay away from one another - forbidden to be closer than eight inches apart, whilst others were lucky enough to have the stand six inches - which increased to eight inches after Professor Umbridge caught the two of you inching closer and closer to one another during class, at the table, in the halls, and on weekends; you were both driving her up the wall.

This decree stopped you from sitting with Fred at the table, and in class, you weren't able to walk alongside him or have private conversations, everywhere you planned to meet up became flooded with Umbridge's Slytherin Cronies, watching out and waiting to hand you in.

Fred had decided that private conversations were better to be through letters that he would hide in the common room where no one else would think to search because even mail service from the owls was searched before arriving at the table.

Y/N,

I miss you, I really fucking miss you. Being unable to touch you, hold you, kiss you - bloody hell - not being able to smell the scent of your hair and skin is killing me. I just want you in my arms, your lips on mine, my hands on your waist, I want to be full of your scent and it's so frustrating that I cannot be with you.

Once I've figured out where is safe for us to meet, I'll let you know.

Fuck, this is all bullshit, really, isn't it? We're living under the same roof yet we can't even walk beside each other, what kind of life is this? honestly.

I've tried to get out of class with my Snack-boxes but the evil toad confiscated everything and I can't get into her office without those bloody cats watching my every move. My hands are so red, tender, and sore from that quill of hers, I hope that you never have to use it.

I need you, love, I'm hungry and desperate for you, I love you.

- Fred.

You traced Fred's handwriting slowly with your fingers, going over each and every letter, comma, and full stop. You couldn't help but chuckle, blush, and even frown at Fred's letter - feeling nothing but sympathy for his poor hand, but you could also feel your insides flutter at the thought of him needing you so desperately.

Picking up your quill, you wrote back, staring at the camera that sat on your desk, watching and encouraging you to pick them up and take some risqué pictures for Fred.

Freddie,

I miss you too - I miss the feeling of your hand in mine, my fingers lost in your hair, I miss your warmth, your laugh, the sound of your voice low in my ear, your soft lips... I want to be full of you - and your scent too.

We must meet soon, I don't know how much longer I can take, my hands and fingers aren't the same - I need a laugh, a kiss, I need your touch and love. You better find somewhere soon, I'm begging you.

It's so hard seeing you and not running over in your arms, pulling you in for a deep, and passionate kiss - I'm itching really bad, and only you can make it stop.

Please stay out of trouble, Freddie, she'll only make things worse if you don't. Get some Murtlap Essence for the back of your hand, it should help, it helped mine when I, unfortunately, had to use it last night.

I know and feel your hunger, your desperation, and your needs because I'm feeling those too - for the time being - I hope these help, baby.

Let me know, and write back soon,

I love you too.

- Y/N.

Pausing for a moment, you grabbed your camera in one hand, looking around your room to check it was still empty. Undoing the buttons on your sleek and sexy black shirt, your breasts pooling out of the opening. Pushing your arms inwards, pushing your breasts together, you leaned the camera to face down on your breasts, your free hand massaging them and your nipples gently, pleasuring yourself.

Pressing the button, the camera flashed, and a few seconds later, it popped out of the end, you pulled out the first picture and fanned it, you touching your breasts developing and moving as it became clearer and less blurry.

Smiling to yourself, you placed the photo down and continued to take more of you and your body, touching yourself and showing off the parts of you that Fred loves most. Once coming up with quite the collection, you placed the photos in the middle of the parchment and folded it over, placing it into the envelope - creeping into the empty common room, you placed Fred's present in the usual hiding place.

Fred crept down into the common room during the middle of the night when his roommates were sleeping, he found the chunky and rather heavy envelope with his name on it and took it upstairs, slowly getting into bed, grabbing his wand, pulling the covers over him.

"Lumos!" he whispered, the bright light beaming from the end of his wand.

Fred placed his wand in-between his knees, holding it in place whilst he opened the envelope, pulling out your letter and opening it, his eyes instantly landing on the moving pictures of you. Fred wanted to read your letter first, truly, but the pictures caught and had control over his undivided attention.

Fred's cock became erect in his pyjama trousers as he held up the picture of your breasts, watching you play with your nipples - Fred's other hand trailed down his pyjama bottoms and held the base of his cock, starting to pump gently, picking up the next photo.

You were stroking your clit in circular motions, then you were fingering yourself, biting your lip, your mouth opening in Fred's favourite 'O' shape, your eyes scrunching as you climaxed - Fred now pumping his cock faster and not as gentle, his panting heavy, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming at the sight of you pleasuring yourself at the thought of him.

Fred remembered he had a camera too, forcing himself to wait at the edge, he carefully and quietly moved his arm out of the covers, reaching down beside the bed and grasping his camera, pulling it under the covers - thankful that his brother's sores were loud enough to muffle the noises of the camera clicking as he took the pictures of himself.

The aftermath of his orgasm caught up with him, hitting him in the face with drowsiness and no motivation to write back as his hand was worn out from all the pumping, he hid his developed, moving pictures with yours in the envelope and pushed it under his pillow, promising he would reply in the morning.

After hours of double potions classes, extra study sessions for your N.E.W.Ts and the most uncomfortable, and painful detention with Umbridge and quill, you took a shower, got dressed in your nightwear and went to find the reply to your letter, passing by Fred as you walked down the stairs, his arm brushing against yours, the hair standing up on the back of your neck, your heart skipping beats, a whimper escaping your mouth.

Fred turned around and looked into your hungry eyes with his, searching them, the both of you sharing and exploring one another's fantasies, wants, and needs.

"Soon, love" Fred comforted you from afar, walking away despite how painful his heart clawed through his chest to get to you "I promise."

Taking a deep breath, you sighed, nodded and collected your letter, walking back to bed - wanting nothing more than to run after him, grab him by the hand, drag him to the sofa where you would push him down and fuck him senseless.

Like Fred, the night before, you balanced your wand between your knees, the light beaming from the tip as you ready his letter, your cheeks burning at the stack of pictures he had taken for you.

Y/N,

Those pictures... bloody hell, what are you trying to do, kill me? I can't wait to have my fingers inside of you, my lips against your neck and just having you all to myself. But enough talk of it... I'll be doing it soon enough.

That bitch seriously made you use her quill? I hope your hand clears up sweetheart, the sooner she's gone... the better. I'll get rid of her soon enough.

I've found a place for us to meet, stay up late tomorrow night and head towards the astronomy tower, I'll meet you there - and don't be late, you need to set off at midnight if you're early or late you'll get caught.

Hope these pictures are as good as yours were, never taken these before but fuck, my cock is so hard for you, you've made me cum so hard, you beautiful girl.

Get plenty of sleep, you'll need it.

See you tomorrow,

Freddie.

Beginning to get excited, you picked up the stack of photos again, flicking through them, feeling your crotch flutter and begin to get wet. Fred's large length gripped in his hand that stroked himself up and down slowly, in the next photo, Fred pumped his cock faster - precum spilling out from his tip which he spread across the head, in the third, still pumping, his cock twitched and you witnessed his sudden cum shot - the white liquid shooting out and then flowing down his fingers.

You watched the moving pictures over and over again, but Fred was right - you needed plenty of sleep in preparation for tomorrow night. Blushing wildly, you placed his photos in the envelope and shoved it to the back of your drawers, your head full of what he would do to you, and what you would do to him.

Waiting for one more minute, one more sixty seconds to pass, you gripped onto your coat, hiding your face in the dark, counting down the seconds in your head, finally sneaking out of your bedroom, out the common room and through the portrait hole.

Fred had already managed to get to the astronomy tower undetected, the nerves inside of him flourished - he felt like he was going on a first date all over again, he kept going over what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do, and how he would do it, those pictures still moving in his mind; frustrating him all the more.

“The view” you panted, finally reaching Fred “is perfect.”

You stared at Fred’s gorgeous hair, illuminated by the moonlight, his gorgeous figure in his best clothes, this is the closest you had been to him in months - yet you weren't even touching, you were slowly inching closer and closer; eight inches, seven, six, five...

“The starry sky is perfect at this time” Fred replied, turning around to face you, closing in on you as he walked over.

four, three...

“I wasn’t talking about the sky” you smirked, biting your lip.

Two, one...

Fred grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him, his touch soothing your soul, calming your crying heart as his soft, kissable lips landed on yours, kissing you with intense hunger and desperation - you kissed back with intense want and need for him. Your hands reached to the back of his neck, travelling up into his hair and getting your fingers tangled, Fred’s lips pulling away from yours and slowly planting kisses down your neck before he sucked on it softly, soft moans he missed so much finally being heard as clear as a silver bell.

Fred’s hands travelled up towards the zip on your coat, pulling it down and slowly pushing your coat off your shoulders when you removed your hands from his soft hair, his fingers dived underneath your top, unclipping your bra, your hands worked on removing his belt, pulling his zipper and then his trousers down - your neck now slight sore and bruised from Fred’s sucking.

Laying your coat flat against the cold floor, Fred placed you down on your back, you took your top off, pulling it over your face while Fred unbuttoned his smart shirt, your eyes fixated on the tent that had formed in his boxers, filling your body with excitement and your mouth with drool.

Propping yourself up on your knees, with the cold air tickling your exposed skin, you pulled his boxers down, Fred’s erect cock slapping against his stomach. Looking up at him, into his beautiful, brown eyes, he looked down at you and smiled, nodding his head, his gentle hand resting on the back of your head; he wasn’t going to stop you - he had waited too long for this.

Blushing, you took hold of Fred’s erection at the base and took him into your mouth slowly, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, Fred lowered his head back and closed his eyes, feeling extra sensitive after going months without anything but his own hand down there... his moans and groans wouldn’t stop, and you loved it; you could feel yourself getting wet.

You didn’t want to stop, and you weren't going to - you were so turned on and you wouldn’t mind taking his load into the back of your mouth and swallowing it down your throat. You continued to suck faster, your hand pumping at the same time as you bobbed your head, Fred tightened his grip on your hair, slowly pushing you further down, causing you to choke on his length - your saliva looking like laces as you pulled yourself off him for air.

Fred opened his eyes and looked down at you, he crouched down and wiped the saliva from your lips, his index finger on his other hand now hooking the waistband of your knickers. Pulling them down, Fred pushed you back down on your warm coat - shielding your exposed back from the harsh chills of the night. Fred’s lips attacked yours, you fought back and sucked on his bottom lip, moaning against him - his wet fingers brushing against your sensitive clit.

Your tongue roamed inside of Fred’s mouth, dancing with and then fighting against his tongue, tasting himself in your mouth made Fred’s cock even harder, his fingers abandoned your clit and ducked towards your tight entrance, his index and middle finger circling them teasingly before finally plunging inside of you.

You jolted out of surprise and moaned against his lips and into his mouth, Fred’s fingers pumping in and out, deep inside of you, his fingers starting to collect your juices with each pump and brush against your G-Spot. Fred pulled away from the kiss and grinned, biting his lip, enjoying the sight of you coming undone beneath him. Your walls tightened around his long digits, and your stomach tightening, wanting nothing more than to finally release all over his fingers - knowing this, Fred stopped and withdrew his fingers from your warm cunt.

You pouted as Fred’s smile widened.

“So unfair” you huffed, pretending to strop.

Fred rolled his eyes and tutted, putting on a condom and applying lube, he towered over you “wrap your legs around me, love.” he said lowly into your ear.

Doing so, your legs wrapped around Fred’s lower half as he lined his length up to your pleading entrance, lowering himself down, he pulled you into a cuddle, his arms across your back and pushed himself slowly inside of you. Fred paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size as your walls tightened around him, when ready, Fred continued to slowly thrust himself inside and out of you, the lube helping him glide in more easily.

“You feel so good Freddie!” you moaned, the cool air no longer making you cold.

Fred panted, picking up his speed and sticking to his rhythm, “I’ve been waiting for so long” he grunted, beads of sweat forming across his forehead “so bloody tight”

The night felt truly magical, the starry sky and gleaming moon out for the perfect viewing, you and the love of your life finally able to touch, kiss, and fuck - you were definitely counting your lucky stars tonight, as you would lay down and cool in Fred’s arms, talking about everything the two of you had missed.

Pulling you closer to him, Fred’s face now rested in the crook of your neck, planting delicate kisses and whispering “I love you” in your ear before finally pulling away from your warmth, Fred grabbed your legs from around him and placed them upon his shoulders, his clock gliding deeper inside of you - the pleasure increasing and travelling throughout your entire body.

Fred picked up his speed, slamming inside of you, over and over, the beads of sweat now forming across his chest and back, Fred’s grunts and groans getting louder, your fingernails gripping and scratching his lower sides as the pleasure between the two of you continued to rise, getting ready to boil over.

“Fuck!” you wailed, your walls tightening as much as they possibly could around Fred’s throbbing length “Freddie, I’m going to cum!”

This giving Fred the stretch he needed to finish the race, he continued to slam inside of you, deeper, harder and faster until your cum flowed down his length, your legs shaking upon his shoulders and your panting overtaking his. Fred’s cock throbbed and throbbed until he couldn’t hold back anymore, spilling his seed into the condom as he pushed himself deep inside of you one last time.

Slowly pulling out and taking off the condom, Fred laid beside you and pulled you into his loving arms, kissing you on the forehead whilst the two of you caught your breaths and tried to keep up with your racing hearts.

“So” you breathed out “what have I missed?”

Fred grinned, shaking his head, still panting and in a state of bliss.

“You’ve got no idea...”

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runaway - n. patrick

a/n: happy sunday here’s som midday filth i wrote today? i think i might make this a little series (where all the fics sort of connect) but i have decided yet so tell me if you want more! big shoutout to @hookingminor for letting me dump ideas in her DMs. Also tagging @texanstarslove for encouraging me to expand on this blurb i wrote yesterday! hope you guys like it :)

warning : smut - it’s literally just smut

part two

You were running away if you could even count making a grand escape from Boston to Philadelphia to your brother’s place. You had submitted your final paper in your dorm at Boston College, packing your bags and loading your car in what should have been the direction home. Instead, while you were packing your ex had posted a picture with his new girlfriend, and you felt like an idiot. You couldn’t believe it, gossiping to your friends that you’d slept with him a week ago and you were so sure you were getting back together. Now, you were just heartbroken and when you needed an escape - there was always Kevin.

So you drove in the direction of Philly, calling your big brother on the way down to tell him you were on your way. Kevin was in California, but told you to come regardless, worried about his little sister. You drove in silence, your mind racing for hours, finally pulling in front of Kevin’s building a little after nine. Philly was cold, but nothing compared to the cold December temperatures you were used to. You let yourself into his place, grateful for the key you kept the last time you came for a visit. The place was dark, and you stepped into the kitchen in search of any food.

“Hey Boston.”

You jump, letting out a small yelp and almost falling to the floor. You turn around to meet Nolan’s eyes, a smirk on his face while he stifles a laugh. You huff, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows at him, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I live here, what the fuck are you doing here?” Nolan scoffs, looking at you like you’d completely lose your mind. Nolan wouldn’t have told another soul, but he was happy to see you. Kevin would murder him if he ever let it slip, but Nolan wanted to do absolutely filthy things to you. So Nolan settled on teasing you, because if you thought he didn’t like you then he wouldn’t have to cross that line.

“If you really must know, I didn’t want to go home and tell my parents all about my ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend,” You mutter, holding in your tears because Nolan didn’t need to see you cry. You were almost sure he hated you, and you didn’t know why. Nolan was pretty nice to everyone, especially when your family came into town. Kevin loved him, and constantly bragged about his roommate, but Nolan gave you shit all the time.

Nolan let out a deep breath, processing your words and the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes and he wanted to fix it. He wanted to throw his arms around you, and hold you until it all felt okay but that was a slippery slope for Nolan, “Go put your stuff in the guest room, I’ll get us something to eat.”

You emerged a little while later, your hair wet from a warm shower and an oversized t-shirt hanging from your frame, covering the shorts you had on. You pad into the living room, sitting on the opposite side of the couch as Nolan, tucking your knees into your chest. You looked frail like someone had taken your already broken heart and snapped it again.

“Pizza should be here soon,” Nolan whispers, looking over at you with sad eyes. He looked warm, a hoodie covering his hair that was longer since the last time you saw him, “You-”

“Want to smoke?” You both let out the question at the same time, laughing when you realized what you did. That was the one thing you and Nolan seemed to bond about, smoking with Kevin was awful because his voice seemed to echo afterwards and it was too much for the both of you. Nolan got up, disappearing for a second and reappearing with a joint already rolled in his hand.

“All you Boston,” Nolan drops them in your hands, and you roll your eyes that his dumb nickname for you. You put the joint between your lips, sparking the end and letting the smoke slip through your lips.

“Shut up baby cat,” You tease, coughing from the smoke and smirking at Nolan. Nolan takes the joint from your hand, taking a hit and letting the smoke fall from his lips.

“You don’t get to call me that,” Nolan teases, a hazy smile on his face when he looks over at you, “Feeling any better?”

“I will be when-” You go to tell him that when the pizza was here everything would be fine, and as if you were magic the doorbell buzzed to let you know your delivery was here. You make a surprised face, looking at Nolan to see if he was nearly as excited as you were, but he was just laughing at your face.

You devoured the pizza, the both of curing your munchies and settling on whatever garbage reality show was on at the time. It was a comfortable silence inching over closer and closer to Nolan as time went on, before you knew it, you were practically curled into his side. You were busy on your phone, instagram stalking your ex’s new girlfriend to compare every part of you to her.

Nolan looked down at you, furrowing his eyebrows until he figured out what you were doing. Your head was against his shoulder while you looked at who he assumed was your ex’s new girl. He sighs, taking your phone out of your hand and tossing it on the other side of the couch.

“Nolan what the fuck was that for?” You ask, raising your voice and giving Nolan a look.

“Stop comparing yourself to that girl,” Nolan huffs, his voice deep from exhaustion while he stares at you. He thinks for a moment, carefully mulling over his next words because he had one chance not to fuck this up, “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Yeah okay,” You snort, rolling your eyes and sitting up next to Nolan, “Don’t even look at me and tell if you had a choice you wouldn’t choose her.”

Your voice was shaking, and you didn’t know what answer you were expecting, Nolan was only nice to you because you were Kevin’s sister. There wasn’t any other reason Nolan Patrick would give you the time of day. Nolan's eyes were staring into yours and he rubbed a hand over his jaw while he thought. His lips pressed against your jaw pressing feather light kisses against your skin while Nolan mumbled.

I’d choose you anyday.

You’re so beautiful baby.

Only you.

His lips were ghosting over yours, your eyes closed, just waiting for him to finally close the gap between the two of you, “Kiss me Nolan.”

Nolan’s lips on yours was pure ecstasy, like every part of your body was on fire. Nolan pulled onto his lap and you straddle his hips, grinding down on him while letting out a whimper when his hand smacked your ass lightly. Nolan’s lips were on your neck, leaving a mark you know you were going to have to cover later, “Y/N-”

Nolan’s voice was deep, and your name falling from his lips instead of that stupid nickname was enough to make you wet. Your hands found the ends of Nolan’s hair, tugging on him slightly causing him to groan underneath you. Nolan pulls away, looking up at you with swollen lips, and you’d never looked better. His hands were under your shirt, your skin soft under his calloused fingertips and legs wrapped around his waist while he grew hard underneath you. He slipped a hand into your shorts, ghosting over your core with his fingers.

“Please,” You plead, pressing a kiss against Nolan’s jaw. You needed a release, someone to make you feel special even if you never spoke of this again. Nolan was a hockey player and you’d been around enough to know how easy it would be for this to be a one and done thing, “I’ll be a good girl.”

That was all it took for Nolan to slip his finger under your panties and rub a circle over your clit. You roll your hips in his, desperate for any sort of friction, “Mmm I thought you were going to be good? You’ve got to be patient princess.”

You nod, pouting and looking at Nolan who was smirking at you. He grabs your thighs, standing up and carrying you into his bedroom. You fell back on the mattress, grabbing Nolan’s neck and pulling his lips back onto yours. He slipped your panties and shorts off one swift motion, leaving them to be forgotten about. You pulled of your shirt, and Nolan stops, his eyes wandering down your body, “Nol-”

“This is better than I imagined, god you’re perfect,” Nolan hums, his hands slowly moving down your body. He finally hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, pressing a kiss to your thigh, “You’re sure about this?”

“Nolan your head is between my thighs I think I’m sure,” You tease, kicking him in the back lightly. Nolan nods, flicking your clit with his tongue, pulling a moan from your body. It was everything he ever wanted to hear. His grip on your thighs tightened, his nails digging into your skin while he teased your entrance, “Nolan, fuck-”

Nolan’s lips wrap around your clit, slipping in a finger and curling it to hit your g-spot. Your hips lifted off the mattress, grinding against Nolan’s lips while he fingered you. You were close, curses and moans leaving your mouth because there were no other thoughts running through your head other than how good Nolan was making you feel.

“I know your close baby, c’mon,” Nolan growls against your pussy, sending you over the edge. You let you a yelp, your orgasm overcoming you while Nolan fingered you through your high. You ran your hands through his hair while you caught your breath, Nolan pressing kisses into your thighs. He didn’t give you much downtime, grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer and kicking off his sweats. You played with your clit, watching Nolan roll the condom over his cock and your pussy dripped in anticipation.

“I want to cum to all over your cock,” You whimper, Nolan finally sliding inside of you. He was big and the feeling was sensational. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, snapping his hips into you while you screamed underneath him, “Harder.”

Nolan was in euphoria, his name was leaving your lips like a prayer, begging him to absolutely ruin you. This was Nolan’s dirtiest fantasy, from the moment Kevin introduced him to his little sister with a threat for Nolan to keep his grimy little hands off of you. His hands were all over you now, gripping your hips while he fucked you, sure to leave bruises in his wake. Nolan’s hand ghosted over your neck, and you let out a deep breath at the contact, “Can I?”

“Fuck, yes,” You nod, letting Nolan’s large hand wrap around your throat. His was using you for leverage, fucking you into his mattress while you let out moans underneath him, “Fuck I’m close-”

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” Nolan spat, teeth grazing your jaw while he watched you fall apart underneath him. He let go of the grip on your throat, giving you no time to rest before his strokes got faster. He needed to chase his high, spilling into the condom while you shook from the aftershocks of your own. Nolan stayed inside you for a minute, his head in your neck while you watched the sweat that was glistening on his forehead. You ran a finger through his hair, wondering what the fallout from this was going to be.

“That was,” Nolan stops, muttering against your skin because he was speechless. The wasn’t just good, it was mind blowing, and the temptation to do it again might be a problem for him, “That was fucking incredible Boston.”

“Sure was,” You breathe out, picking Nolan’s head up and pressing your lips to his. You made out lazily for a while, basking in the post sex glow before you knew you were going to have to kick Nolan out. Kevin would be back in the morning, and if he caught you in bed with his teammate Nolan wouldn’t live to see another day.

“We should do this again sometime?” Nolan asks, watching you collect your clothes from his room. He wanted you to stay, sleeping under his arm in his bed where you should have, but he knew he was playing with fire. You look at him, a smirk on your face and a blush on your cheeks.

“You just might get lucky twice Nolan.”

And Nolan hoped he would...

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