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satansliteraryhero · 4 years ago

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The First Female Host - Ouran High School Host Club

Summary:

After transferring to Ouran Academy, your first day ends with you joining the host club as their first official female host.

Fandom:

Ouran High School Host Club

Pairing:

(Light) Tamaki x Reader

WARNINGS:

MENTIONS OF ANXIETY, LIGHT SWEARING

Words:

2,276

A/N:

I’m not sure if this will turn into a series or not. Also, Haruhi does not exist in this universe. Hope you all enjoy! :)

The sound of your heels clicked against the smooth marble flooring of Ouran Academy. You had just transferred as a first-year. So here you were, walking down the halls in search of your first class of the day, Class 1-A.

As you walked you could clearly hear all of the other girls talking about you, whispering and gossiping into the ears of anyone who would listen. While most would crumble due to the anxiety of their peering eyes, you quite enjoyed the attention and kept walking with your head held high, besides, there is no such thing as bad press.

Your family appeared to be ‘mysterious’ to most. Despite your high ranking in the world, you made sure to stay out of the news, more specifically, most of the world was unaware you even existed. Your father descended from royals, but he didn’t let that define him or his family. You could have easily shown up today in a limo, or carriage, or even a helicopter, wearing the most expensive pieces of jewelry you owned, flaunting your wealth and making even some of the richest kids at this school feel like disgusting and worthless street rats, but you didn’t. You didn’t care for all that stuff, you just wanted to attend the school like a normal kid, make friends like a normal kid, and have fun like a normal kid.

You finally reached the door to Class 1-A. You had worn the girls school uniform today with a side bag for your books. So, with two strands of your Y/H/C hair tied back with a simple white ribbon, you opened the door and stepped inside.

As soon as you stepped inside, all eyes were immediately on you. No, it wasn’t because you were late. And no, it wasn’t because you were hideous, in fact, you were very beautiful, having a pure beauty to yourself that you knew others envied, but even then that’s not why people stared at you. It was because you were new. To them, you were a mysterious piece of fresh meat, but I suppose, fresh meat is better than being seen as a spoiled brat.

You quickly scanned the room in search of where to sit. Most of the seats were taken except two, one next to a pair of wildly identical twins, or next to a scary-looking girl that looked like she would break every single bone in your royal body... you quickly made your way over to the twins. You placed your bag on your chair, making sure to take out the books you needed to start the lesson.

You turn and smile to the twins before speaking, “Hello, my name is Y/N! I just transferred here. What are your guys’ names?”

They looked at each other, seeming to give one another a silent approval to answer the question, they both turned towards you, “I’m Kaoru,” the one closet one to you says.

“And I’m Hikaru,” the one to his right says.

They both begin speaking simultaneously, “We’re the Hitachiin twins! It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N!”

You smiled kindly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both as well.”

You realized quickly that your conversation had ended at you turned back to the board. Hitachiin, you recognized the last name. Their mother, Yuzuha Hitachiin, was a well-known fashion designer. Although you had never worn one of her pieces, you admired her work. The teacher walked into the class, your attention snapping to him as he began class.

The school day finished quicker than you anticipated and you realized that you have yet to make any real friends, besides the Hitachiin twins, but they don’t count since you’re barely their acquaintance. You walk around the school in an attempt to find a quiet place to read. Reading has always been something you loved, ever since you were a child, of course back then your mother would have to read to you, but you still enjoyed every second of it.

After walking for what felt like days, you reached a quiet hallway, spotting a room labeled Music Room 3. You pressed your ear against the door, checking for any practicing musicians. You didn’t hear any instruments so after taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

The aroma of rose petals filled your senses as you let your Y/E/C eyes get accustomed to the bright light. You blinked a few times before looking back up, shocked to spot six boys staring at you. You were even more shocked to spot Kaoru and Hikaru among them, they even appeared to be a little surprised themselves at seeing you there.

Before you were able to greet them, an attractive blonde boy with deep violet eyes spoke up with a velvety voice, “Ah, a new guest! Welcome, Princess, my name is Tamaki, the King around here. The Ouran Host Club welcomes you!”

He had moved forward while talking so he now stood right in front of you, he grabbed your hand and before you had time to question his forwardness (and gross use of the pet name ‘Princess’), he pulled you into his chest, “Now tell me, which one of us do you find the most attractive?”

He stared into your eyes before twirling you around so your back was now pressing into his chest, giving you a view of the others. At first, you spotted the twins, they seemed to be avoiding your gaze and you being too embarrassed to smile, you looked at the rest of the boys. It immediately caught onto you that each of them seemed to have a sort of stereotypical character trait that made them stand out. You assumed Kaoru and Hikaru were known for being identical twins (obviously). You looked at the boy standing next to them, he was big and scary looking, but on his shoulders sat a smaller boy holding a stuffed pink bunny rabbit who looked like a harmless little kid. Aha! The opposite duo, the innocent child, and the intimidating yet gentle beast. You then brought your gaze to the boy on their left. He had gentle yet firm eyes and on his face he was sporting a pair of glasses, so he was probably the brainiac. And the jackass blonde behind you who manhandled you is the obviously the leader of the group, or in another term, the king. But why have a bunch of different attractive characters? Then it clicked, Ouran Host Club!

Time to have a little fun with these boys. You turned around, placing your hands on Tamaki’s chest and making sure to appear as though you were blushing and shy, keeping your voice high pitched you said, “Well gosh! I’m not sure! It’s so hard to decide... C-can I be honest?”

He leaned in, resting his hands around your waist and lower back. Even though you knew he was just trying to seduce you, you couldn’t help the chills that rand down your spine and the butterflies you felt in your stomach.

You quickly recovered, looking into his eyes through your long and delicate eyelashes, “None of you.”

You aggressively pushed him off you, making him stumble a little.

You faced all the boys and smirked, “I know what operation you’re running here, and let me tell you, your little tactics aren’t going to work on me.”

Tamaki brushed off his uniform jacket before looking at you and calmly asking, “Tell us then, what operation are we running here?”

“You’re a host club, entertainers, a brothel of sorts.”

All the boys gasped, Tamaki seeming to look the most hurt, “Brothel?! We’re not a brothel! We’re hosts, are job is to make women happy!”

I rolled my eyes, “Right, anyway, I’m assuming you’re somehow profiting off this service of yours, so that’s even more shallow.”

You turn around, facing the blonde boy, “And you,” you point a finger at him with a stern look on your face, “I know the likes of you. All charm yet they’re all full of lies. Boys like you, ones that are narcissistic and egocentric, are more hideous than any beast.”

He gasped, and you knew you got under his skin. You now stood right in front of him, feeling the eyes of the boys on you, “Because boys like you are rotting on the inside, which automatically makes you disgusting and vile looking all around, no matter how,” you look him up and down, clearly checking him out, “appealing you are to the eyes.”

As you stepped back, you saw that Tamaki was blushing and you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or from you checking him out.

He began to stutter but you turned back towards the boys, “I hope you all know that there’s more to life than just being a stereotype.”

You turn towards the door, ready to leave when you hear one of the boys call out, “Wait!”

With an eye roll, you stop and spin on your heels, raising a questioning eyebrow.

The one with the glasses spoke up, “What do you mean by, ‘stereotype’?”

“I mean, every boy in this room is a different stereotype, a different character if you will. Hikaru and Kaoru are the wildly identical twins, these two are the gentle giant and childish little boy duo, you are the kind brainiac, and Tamaki is the king, correct?”

The boy with glasses raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, signaling that indeed you were correct.

Tamaki spoke up, “Wait a minute! I told you my name, but I never told you Hikaru and Kaoru’s. How do you know them?”

“I wouldn’t say I really know them, we just introduced ourselves in the class we share.”

Tamaki looked to the twins for confirmation, they both nodded before speaking, “It’s true, this is Y/N, she’s a first year. We share Class 1-A.”

Tamaki pursed his lips, “Y/N, huh? That’s a lovely name. Tell me, are you the new student that just transferred here?”

You look Tamaki in the eyes before speaking, “Yes, I am.”

The childish blonde boy spoke up this time, “My name is Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but you can call me Honey Senpai! This here is Takashi Morinozuka! And you can call him Mori Senpai!”

Ahhh, the Haninozuka’s and the Morinozuka’s, amazing fighters. Their family’s had a lot of history together, and history with your own family as well. Your great grandfather and both Honey Senpai and Mori Senpai’s grandfathers were good friends, and to this day your families were still friends. Although, this was the first time you had ever seen them in person.

Honey pointed to the boy with the glasses, “This is Kyoya Ootori, also known as Kyoya Senpai! And him over there,” he pointed to Tamaki, “That’s Tamaki Suoh, Tamaki Senpai! He’s our king!”

Ootori, his father owned The Ootori Group, a large and successful medical facility. And Suoh, his father was the chairman, your father had spoken to him about you transferring here.

The twins stepped forward, “And you already know us, Y/N.”

You gave a nod and a smile, “Indeed I do.”

You heard Tamoki grumble but ignored him as Kyoya spoke up, “Say, Y/N, what’s your last name?”

Your eyes involuntarily widened. If you told them your last name, no matter how much your parents shielded you from the news and public, they’d still be able to find out who you were. Did it matter to you if they knew? I mean, the school will found out eventually, right?

You looked him in the eyes, forcing your voice to come out steady, “Y/L/N. My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

Kyoya’s eyes widened a little and you knew that he recognized you. You had to admit, he was smart.

Tamaki spoke up, “Y/L/N? Where have I heard that before?”

“Yeah,” Honey agreed, “The last name seems very familiar to me!”

Kyoya answered their questions, “Her father owns Y/L/N Jewelers, a jewelry company known worldwide for their intricate, handcrafted creations. Plus, her father is of royal blood.”

All the boys’ mouths were agape except for Mori and Kyoya.

“So, you’re like, very rich?” Tamaki asked in a weak voice.

You giggled at his drama, “Yes, I’m very rich. But you see, I don’t go around flaunting my money or power, in fact, I’d rather nobody else knew my real identity. So if you could keep that secret, that would be great.”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Hikaru spoke up, “You know that you’re the most powerful and wealthiest one at this school and your choosing not to say anything?! Do you realize how popular you could be?! Girls will envy you, boys will want to be with you! You’re just going to throw that all away?!”

You pretended to think about it for a second, “Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, I should get going, see you guys!”

“Hold it!” Tamaki shouted, “Let’s say, we don’t want to keep your secret? What if we want to tell the whole school?”

“I mean, although I’d prefer you not to, I can’t stop you. Well, technically I can, but I won’t.”

Honey spoke, “So you’re not going to tell people but you won’t stop us if we want to?”

I smiled and nodded, “Correct, Honey Senpai.”

“You’re the weirdest girl I’ve ever met,” Kaoru said.

“Y/N,” Kyoya caught your attention, “How would you feel about being our first female host?”

Tamaki’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor and your eyes widened in surprise at his offer, “Oh, well, I’m not sure, you guys seem to have your own little thing going on and I don’t want to intrude and-“

“Please, you wouldn’t be intruding. I can see you have lots of potential, You’re pretty, I can see you have fire in you, and you figured out our character’s quicker than anyone we’ve ever seen.”

You brushed off his compliment and thought about his offer. Be a host? But don’t they entertain girls? Although you don’t really care, don’t they already do that on their own?

“I wouldn’t be bringing you any business, I’m sure there aren’t many girls who would be interested.”

Kyoya shook his head, “You wouldn’t host to girls, Y/N, you’d host to boys.”

“Oh.”

Hosting to boys? That could be interesting.

“So what do you say?”

“Um, sure, I guess. It could actually be pretty fu-“

“Hold it right there!” Tamaki cried, “She can’t just join our club! Not without getting the approval of daddy!”

The other boys looked at Tamaki with an irritated glare. You tried not to laugh at the fact that he just referred to himself as ‘daddy’.

He laughed nervously, “And without the approval of the other hosts too.”

You turned to him with a bored expression, “Okay. How do I get your ‘approval’, oh wise king!”

His face lit up at my use of his title but quickly fell when he realized I was being sarcastic, “You’ll have to show us that you can actually host, you’ll have to woo one of us. And then we’ll vote if you can join, majority rules. Deal?”

He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I couldn’t help but feel as though I was making a deal with the devil. Wasn’t Lucifer said to be devilishly handsome as well?

I shook his hand, smirking, “Deal.”

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toyahinterviews · 4 years ago

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TOYAH TALKS SHEP FARMING IN BARNET WITH PHIL MARRIOTT 13.11.2020

PHIL: I'm so thrilled to be with Toyah Willcox on zoom! How are you? TOYAH: Woooo! I'm OK. It's really good to see you. I haven't seen many people in the last seven months so it's so good to see you! PHIL: I was just going to say – likewise. The last time I saw you was at Wise Buddha, a studio just off Oxford Street in Central London and we could see each other face to face TOYAH: That was about 18 months ago PHIL: I know! How have you been? TOYAH: I'm really good. Well, I'm really confused because I live in a market town, on a square, one High Street and I'm bang in the middle of all of this. I have a chemist next door, we did have a bank next door but we bought it and that's now our offices. So I'm looking outside my window and there is all normality. There's no sign of any kind of lockdown and I'm wondering if I'm being lied to because I've got people on park benches, drinking coffee, talking to everyone, eating and I'm thinking “I thought this was a lockdown!” I'm so confused! PHIL: It's crazy, isn't it? I went past a bar yesterday and they were walking in and out and my partner said "hang on a minute! It's meant to be lockdown!" I think it was take-away, it just felt like normality, it just felt normal. It's weird TOYAH: This feels normal. None of that terror of last April. Everyone's just having a lovely time out there and I'm thinking someone's played a joke on me because I've been indoors for so long PHIL: We do need it though, don't we … By the way I've been loving your lockdown shows every Saturday. It's been a real ritual. I've been pottering around and then I've been switching onto your Toyah At Home show on Saturday morning TOYAH: Oh, thank you PHIL: It's been fantastic, really enjoyed those. And they've been really honest as well because you've been talking about your life and feeling nostalgic and talking about what's happening at the moment and we don't normally get to see that – you walking around your house, showing things in your house, your books. It's been brilliant

TOYAH: I'm going to keep it up because normally on my working year I'm running an office. I run the band, I run the record side of things, I run the gigs – booking them and I never get time for any of that so it's been fantastic for me and for my husband Robert. We've been kind of been able to address what fans need

That might sound silly because fans just need to see you live and (to) do your music – well, lockdown has proven much more than that. I'm going to try and keep it going and try and prioritise the connection we've made with the fans and stop prioritising the ridiculous amount of bureaucracy we both have to deal with. So it's been great on that level it's been a fantastic year! PHIL: It's been really good for the fans as well like you say because they really appreciate it because they're feeling a bit lonely and isolated and it's good to have that company as well, isn't it? TOYAH: It's been shocking. We do a lot of celebrity messaging. We were a bit doubtful about it at first. We thought "oh gosh is this a step too far?" It's been a absolute joy and occasionally you get the odd message from someone saying "I'm so desperate, I'm so alone, can you just say something to help shake this blackness off me" We've really really loved every minute of doing these messages and also realising that our broadcasts have a deeper meaning than just us going "look at us". It's all become so much deeper and that is beautiful. It's affected my writing. The new album Posh Pop is really deep, it's really passionate and it really rocks and that could only have happened because of this exceptional year PHIL: We have to talk about Sheep Farming In Barnet. I can't believe it's 40 years TOYAH: Look what I've got! (Waves the box set about) PHIL: I know! I can't wait to see that TOYAH: This is an exclusive! PHIL: Amazing! TOYAH: It only arrived two days ago

PHIL: It's new images as well isn't it, like you've shown there, new photographs that we've not seen before. This is an album that was released in 1979 as an AP – an Alternative Play (above) and then it was released as an album in 1980 so you're obviously celebrating the 40th anniversary. What are you memories of this though because obviously a lot of stuff gets forgotten about. You've got a very good memory I have to say, watching your Toyah At Home videos. You seem to remember a lot of detail. Do you remember detail of that period? TOYAH: It's shockingly bad. My wonderful archive manager and he designed this, Craig Ashley, designed with Alan Sawyers – he writes a essay about each project. We're already onto Blue Meaning and then we're onto Anthem so we're 12 months ahead. We put this (Sheep) to bed three months ago. My memories were jogged by an essay that Craig had to send me. He knows more about my life than I do. He prompted my memory with this astonishing essay that's in here (shows the boxset) I thought "I did that?! I did that ?! Oh my God!" This is a long time ago this album but what I will say about it – I've always remembered that I think it's the one of the most relevant, one of the most original, ingenious albums of that period and it's never had that credit. Cherry Red (the record company) have really taken this on board and they are giving it the 100%. It's a beautiful album. There's a beautiful innocence but there's also so many pathways we opened for other people with this album. It's a fun album. It's a real danceable album. It's about youthful energy. It's beautiful and it's a side of punk that isn't that well known. It's great. I adore this album

PHIL: So this album was recorded – correct me if I'm wrong – Chappel Studios, New Bond Street wasn't it, in Central London - TOYAH: Yes! PHIL: Which is now the Mulberry store. There's something about quite poignant about that – it should always be that studio I guess but what are your memories of recording there? Do you have many memories of you actually recording it? TOYAH: Next door was Chanel and Hermes and I just pooh pooed them “Who wants to spend that on a handbag?” I don't want to spend half a million quid on a silk scarf. If only I knew, hindsight is a beautiful thing. The studio was upstairs, very very traditional. Almost old fashioned because the studio was a song writer's studio. There was quite a few studios in the corridor I was in. We were one of the first punk acts to go in. I found the whole recording process in this particular instance very difficult because we now know I sing without headphones on. I cannot do that (puts hands over ears) It just affects me emotionally. So this took about four albums to discover that. Steve James, our producer, realised that he was going to get the best performance out of me if he just put speakers in the room and I performed as live. That was a learning curve - it was a big learning curve. So the first songs we recorded - for me – were emotionally quite tough because I was just trying to learn how to work within this dead space. Recording studios – if you haven't been in one – have no sound reflection.

So we've got sound reflection here, I'm surrounded by mirrors, I can hear myself speak but in a studio it's a dead sound. It's really difficult to form notes in that kind of sound so … You asked me what was the experience like? It was a major learning curve of dealing with working within dead sound. Now, if I'm acting and I'm in a studio there's nothing more beautiful than dead sound because it makes you forget about the camera. So it was very very enlightening, it was energetic, we were an energetic team I think it was challenging for the whole band because Keith Hale was brought in as an arranger and that was frustrating for Pete Bush who is the main keyboard player on this album and he felt very threatened by that. But all this rather glorious usurp thing and power play is the result of this album. That and the fact that we honed every song in front of a live audience, which is such a privileged thing to so. We would do these incredible long encores that were as along as the actual show because the audience would never let us go We would run out of songs so we'd start to play them stuff we were formulating in soundcheck and this is how we came up with these glorious arrangements because we knew what affected the audience before we went into the recording studio. That is something that all young writers should have the privilege to do today because to watch an audience affected by a bridge or a chorus – you just know what you need to do as a songwriter. So much of today happens away from a live audience and this is all about live audience work. It was magnificent PHIL: The album title itself – it still raises eyebrows today, doesn't it? Sheep Farming In Barnet. It's one of those really distinctive album titles that really stand out -

TOYAH: I know! Well, I lived in Barnet and bang in the middle of this urban kind of chaos with the A406 was a field with sheep in it and I just thought "sheep farming in Barnet?" So I wanted to call the album something that didn't relate to an emotion and didn't relate to another song. I wanted something completely out there. This is me (show the album cover) having broken in to Fylingdales - the early warning system - where they had sheep grazing and when we broke in we found an awful lot of dead sheep and we were arrested ten minutes after that was taken Bill Smith the art director was with me as was Gem, my boyfriend at the time and we had to hide the film down my pants. We knew we would not be body searched. We were literally just marched off the premises so we got the film out. So that whole "sheep farming in Barnet" was just a big question mark of what is our reality? PHIL: Is that something you do today? Stuff the - TOYAH: Guerilla filming? PHIL: Just stuff the evidence? TOYAH: Everything? Yeah, everything goes down my pants. As I get older it it's one of my things I do with my personal dementia – everything goes down my pants (Phil laughs) PHIL: I remember NME did a review – I think it was a three star review, it should've been more obviously but for the NME that was pretty good. At the time they called you a "post punk Grace Slick" - TOYAH: I have no problems with being the punk Grace Slick. My goodness that woman was a great voice PHIL: It's a nice comparison. Now, the album was split into two parts – much like Kate Bush's Hounds Of Love which had the Ninth wave as the 2nd part - TOYAH: Yeah! This was 1979! (waves the box set about)

PHIL: I was going to say – you did that before her. Both brilliant albums obviously but this had Heaven and it had Hell and there is a lot of darkness in this album because there's a lot of vivid imagery when you listen to those lyrics. I suppose it's the horror and sci-fi fan in you, is it? TOYAH: It's very dark poetry. I mean Neon Womb is quite innocent. I was making a movie with Katherine Hepburn called The Corn Is Green. I had to get on the tube train. The first tube train of the morning in Battersea which was six in the morning and I had to walk over to Victoria to get the train. And I just remember being alone in this tube that was neon lit and I thought "this is like a neon womb."

So that's where that name came from. Indecision I wrote in my home in Birmingham, the lyrics came there and I was doing lots of TV promotion for the film Jubilee and I just couldn't make up my mind what to wear so Indecision came out of that. And then Waiting is very dark Waiting is about if we looked at the planet and it only had burn layers and every burn layer was a war and you'd cut through them you'd see a very different planet. We wouldn't see a green planet. So Waiting is about layer upon layer upon layer of wars that we've had in the past … Let's say – let's be brave about this – 50 000 years? It's an endless theme on this planet. So that's what that one is about. Danced is about a second coming because I was brought up in extreme religious education by parents who weren't religious So because I was a rebel and because I was really out there as a child and I've always been a bit like this - they thought to cleanse my soul I should go into extreme religious education which I had from the age of about 10 ten right through to 14. So that has affected the poetry of my life a lot and that's what Danced is about.

Danced is saying the 2nd coming is coming – this is fantasy – but it ain't going to be a human being! It's someone coming from up there so that's what Danced is about. I'm always questioning the metaphor of what I've been taught and there's so many metaphor's in this (shows the box set). But I think that's what the fans like is that I use the imagery of metaphors to question things

PHIL: And there are so many anthems on this as well, particularly for fans that have been with you from day one. You know, Danced. You mentioned Neon Womb as well. These are real live favourites. There's a couple of of tracks I've never seen you perform live, Computer being one of those. Is that something that you would think about playing? TOYAH: Yeah! In lockdown we had to do the DVD filming (for the disc in the box set). Nigel Clark of Dodgy, my neighbour, came round and we performed Computer. He performed it beautifully, he even did backing vocals and that's on the DVD version of this (shows the box set). It's gorgeous so we could put that in live now but there's so much material, my whole back catalogue, I have to capture in shows today, an hour and half shows I have to capture about 28 albums. And remember 14 of those songs are hit singles. So we chop and change and we try and fit everything in. Computer might come into the show but then we'll get people complaining we can't fit in Neon Womb, Danced and everything else PHIL: Too many songs to play TOYAH: There's just too many songs to play. You got Our Movie as well. I get a big call for Victims Of The Riddle but that is impossible to sing live. It's in an octave higher register than I normally sing in today and also it's one of those songs once you've done the first two lines everyone goes to the bar or starts talking. So we've decided if the fans demand a song and they don't listen to it – we don't do it!

PHIL: I want to talk about the digipak that you have in your hands of this album because it's a real treat isn't it, for fans because there's a lot of versions they've never heard before. We mentioned Computer just then. That sounds quite different in its demo form. Are you quite happy to release these demos because obviously these have never been released before. It's so great to hear these now after so long TOYAH: This is the first album released where Joel Bogen (the original Toyah band guitarist and composer) and myself have actually been corresponded with about having permission of them going on the album. So one of my top selling albums in the world now is an album called Mayhem which is demos that Joel and I never wanted to be heard and ironically that is the world top selling Toyah album

So this time around now Cherry Red own the whole back catalogue they have agreed that will never happen again so we're even re-vamping Mayhem for its re-release. So there are 30 additional tracks, most of them unheard going onto this. It's a double LP and a live DVD and there's even DVD footage that's never been seen before PHIL: It's a real Christmas present, isn't it? TOYAH: It's perfect! PHIL: Yeah! TOYAH: When we do demos they're pre-producer arrangements so obviously when you get into the studio and having heard the demo and hopefully played the song live in front of an audience you can then re-work it. So doing a demo is like trying out a recipe for a cake and if you feel that you can improve – then you improve and most of the time that's what people do do PHIL: So Victims Of The Riddle is your debut single which is featured on this album. There was another version on the single B-side which was called Vivisection. To me that seems like a kind of outspoken view of your hate for animal experiments. Was that the case? Was it that obvious? TOYAH: Yeah PHIL: It was?

Above: Toyah with her rabbit WillyFred in 2016

TOYAH: Yeah. I like to think it's not so awful today and I think a lot of people, a lot of human beings stepped forwards and said "you can test that on us." So stop breeding animals to test on. So I put my hand up here – I'm against vivisection but I've had hip replacement, I've had life saving surgery for cancer. Animals have paid so that I can live. So it's not as if I've even avoided every aspect of the results of vivisection.

Where my argument is and if the make-up industry - which has something like a £6 billion fund for testing - keeps testing on animals they're never going to change the world and protect and do good husbandry to animals. Now at the time we were making this … '79 … this was … I mean it was rampant. Animals were just being treated so badly I was a very experimental singer in the beginning, I use my voiced as an instrument thus the stylisation on Vivisection. And I wanted to use this as a wake up call to those who didn't know about the cruelty to animals but also the amount of people who were willing to be human test people.

And it was just – if you don't bring that into your audience's intelligence then no-one could do anything about it and I think the greatest revolution we have had in the 40 years is we've stopped buying things unless they adhere to an ethic we believe in.

So good husbandry, non-cruelty to animals, respect for animals, understanding that animals do have souls, they do have an emotional life, they feel pain as much as they feel joy and this was what that was about PHIL: I'm glad you answered that question that way because I certainly saw it as very influential at the time – like you say it was a different time back then, in the 70's and the late 70's. There was a lot more of that nastiness going on and as a result more people have become vegetarian and vegan as well over the years, particularly the last five years people have become vegan which is great. So it's a good shift, isn't it?

TOYAH: It's very good. I think in a year's time when we have a vaccine for Covid and there has been human guinea pigs involved here ... I think one of the biggest outcomes of Covid and Covid history we probably, worldwide, will become vegetarian. What I mean by that is the easiness within Covid is mutating within the animal circuit and if we keep consuming animal flesh we are probably going to help Covid mutate even more. I'd like to think that one of the kind of strange blessings of this exceptional year is that the majority of the planet will become vegetarian PHIL: Siouxsie and The Banshees did the Kaleidoscope album a few years ago which I saw at South Bank, I know you're a fan as well, of Siouxsie - TOYAH: Yes! PHIL: Is that something that you (want to) do with Sheep Farming? Do it as a whole? TOYAH: (I'll) do it with any album but people want Siouxsie. I've had to - this is my career “Let me in! Let me in! (bangs the air with her fist) “Give me a fucking job!” Siouxsie, you know, gets invited because people absolutely adore her. I'm not on Siouxsie's level but I think what will change for me because in the last 40 years my catalogue has been with a record label that has actively allowed it to die and now Cherry Red- as soon as they announce these releases – I mean this went number one in the pre-order charts across the board and Cherry Red have released the demand is huge But if you don't have the record company behind you and the PR behind you and the team behind you … I don't get invited to play whole albums at the Queen Elizabeth Hall. So I now think this is going to change quite radically and hopefully my work will get the respect it deserves. But it has to be out there for that to happen and in the last 40 years it's just been buried

PHIL: Last Goodbye, another track on this album, last time we spoke we talked about your love of horror TOYAH: Yeah PHIL: And you told me watch The House That Jack Built, which I saw after your recommendation and yeah – it disturbed me very much (laughs) TOYAH: That's an astonishing film. There's another one I'll recommend to you and it's very gentle. It's a love story but it also it also tiptoes into the surreal and horror and it's called Border. I just adore this film - PHIL: I've seen it, it's amazing. It really gets under your skin, doesn't it? TOYAH: It's gorgeous. That is like reading a really good book. It translates beautifully PHIL: Absolutely, a very atmospheric film. But Last Goodbye on Sheep Farming – it's quite an evocative lyric. Again quite a dark lyric. There is lightness as well, obviously, on Sheep Farming but I'm just going to read the lyric here : “He points the knife between her eyes. Its light reflects on the one he despises. Here's one for the pain, here's one for the lies. When flood flows out I watch her say goodbye” That is quite - TOYAH: It's a revenge song but I mean this is about the vulnerability of men and men are vulnerable and this is the ultimate revenge. He can take on someone who is more powerful than him and it's a woman. So I always like to kind of invert what people see as normal. I think woman are just as easily aggressive as men are and devious and plotting so it's revenge on someone who has psychologically destroyed someone else.

And I think historically – I need to place it in context – 40 years ago and even 50 years ago you never heard about women's prisons, you never heard about female criminals. It was always men. There were only three that we heard about when I was young that were serial killers. I'm not going to name them, let's not give them the publicity but what you didn't hear was about was petty female criminals, female prisons and female aggression. It was never reported 50-40 years ago as it is today. You know you've got Piers Morgan doing “Female Serial Killers” today so here we were in the punk movement, '79, and it was such an opportunity to be one of the first women in this movement that I could invert everything I'd been taught And one of them is about women being psychologically cruel which kind of covers a lot of the early work. So I was just inverting stories and turning them into myth really. And another thing that was emerging at this time … computers were being programmed at this time on a mass level. So a lot of people we worked with, our roadies would disappear at night to go and do binary programming into computers and this was going on 24/7 to get computers how they are today. So there was this kind of secret technology going on that fascinated us but we didn't understand I mean if we ever knew we would have a phone in our hand (shows her mobile) or we'd be able to talk like this (on Zoom) … that was science fiction. And another thing that science fiction back then … was … oh, it's going out of my head … ah yes! Was how games were developed. So Dungeons and Dragons was very much a fantasy game then and it was the only fantasy game as was – Lord Of The Rings was a book, you never realised it would be made into a really brilliant digitally composed film. So fantasy for me was very very important. It was escapism from a normality that could be not only boring but could also be dangerous so all of that reflects in my work as well

PHIL: I could sit and talk to you Toyah for hours. I know you've got other interviews to do because you've got so much to do in the coming weeks before this re-release, this re-vamp of Sheep Farming In Barnet. It's out on the 4th of December but I have got one last question which I invited people to send in and this is a question from Darren Anthony and he's asked which 3 things, if there are 3 things, would you change about your debut album if you could? TOYAH: Ohhh! Do you know, Darren, this is such a good question and the only thing I would change – because there's a beautiful innocence about this album – I would change nothing about the music. I would've changed immediately the technique I use for singing because I've only in the last ten years really gleaned my 100% technique. And I would … just … how can I put this? If you're a singer you understand “opening the throat”. I would open the throat more, I would've had more confidence as a singer Instead I'd get into the studio and lack of confidence would make me go (pulls shoulders in and head behind hands) I would just close up like that and the voice became quite small. So that's one thing I would change but I can only answer that in hindsight. Elusive Stranger is an incredibly popular song and I would've just not sung the intro in that octave. I would bring that down an octave which would make it far easier to sing live today.

And I can't find a third thing I would've changed. Perhaps the one thing I would've changed about the whole of the beginning of my career – I was very against my natural femininity where women who are hugely successful not only exhibit their femininity but they control their femininity and I saw my femininity as a barrier that I needed to either kind of break down or walk away from. So I probably would exploit it - in the right way, in the Madonna way – my femininity PHIL: I should say it's also out on white vinyl which I've ordered and I can't wait to see that either! TOYAH: Wahey! PHIL: To represent the golf balls on the sleeve TOYAH: Oh, I know! It's a clever design. It's clever. Phil - thank you so much and I hope see you sooner than the 18 months - PHIL: Yes, me too. Good luck and stay safe. Thank you, Toyah TOYAH: Good luck everybody!

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sserpente · 6 years ago

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A/N: Request from anons and @wingardium-letmefuckyou. I feel like this is so different from what I usually write when it comes to Loki (you’ll see what I mean, I guess) but it just… happened. Hope you’ll like it. Happy Easter, everyone! ♥

Words: 3626 Warnings: smut, quite a bit of angst

Avengers assemble. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head, grinning at your phone screen where Tony’s message had popped up. You were flattered he considered you an Avenger now but then again, he was only a few yards away in the living room, stretching out his feet on the sofa and sipping a glass of whisky. Nothing serious, nothing to write home about… you shrugged. It was flattering nonetheless.

As a, what the people around you would probably call you, witch, it had taken you quite a few weeks to prove them you were no hostile being, mainly because your powers reminded them a lot of those of a certain God of Mischief who had also taken up quarters in the compound, ever since his grand resurrection before Thanos’ demise.

Oh, the abhorrent expressions on their faces when Thor had insisted on bringing him back, on changing the past and save his only brother even though adopted. You were glad he had. Loki was by far the most fascinating being you had ever met and you had to admit, you admired his seidr, his many tricks and magic inspiring you to improve your own skills and you wondered, regularly at night when one of your hands sneakily disappeared between your legs, whether Loki was as talented in bed as he was in creating illusions. Who were you going to blame? You wanted to have sex with him, without a doubt.

You blinked. Focus. Tony’s message. Right. Sighing, to scare the naughty thought away, you made your way into the living room where the majority of the Avengers had already gathered around the huge leather sofa, waiting for Tony to tell them his news.

“Happy Easter, everyone! Thank you all for hiding in your rooms and not come out except for coffee on this ambiguous holiday…”

It was then you sensed a barely noticeable movement in the corner. Inconspicuously, you glanced to your left, spotting Loki leaning mutely against one of the stone pillars with crossed arms, a few feet away from where your new friends had gathered.

Nobody else had discovered him as of yet. They were all busy groaning at Tony’s sarcastic words and truth be told, you couldn’t really blame them. When one fought aliens, monsters and supernatural Nazi organisations on a regular basis, family holidays like Easter, Christmas and even New Year’s Eve became rather insignificant. To you, however, it had caused the exact opposite. Holidays were one of the few occasions of the year where you could at least pretend to have a normal life and celebrate with family and friends, even if that involved silly little traditions.

Tony seemed to be thinking the exact same thing… or maybe it was just young Peter Parker who had convinced him.

“So FRIDAY and I have organised a little Easter egg scavenger hunt.”

“Seriously, Tony?” Rhodey interrupted. Natasha only chuckled and Thor looked as confused as ever. Amused, you studied the various reactions in the room. Pepper’s was by far the most adorable. The hormones, probably. Pregnant women always imagined doing these kinds of things with their husbands and children. The fact that Tony was about to be a father was probably another reason for this childish Easter egg hunt.

“Seriously. Get in pairs of two. There’s chocolate eggs hidden all over the compound and they all contain clues that will lead you straight to a plane ticket to the Bahamas.”

Rhodey’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking.”

“Would I be joking about the Bahamas?”

Startled, you took a step back when Sam rushed right past you to team up with Wanda, hoping that her mind reading skills would get him some sort of advantage. Next thing you knew, the Avengers erupted in a huddle of enthusiastic voices. Steve decided to search with Bucky, Natasha and Bruce were the perfect match anyway, Thor tried his luck with Peter Parker and Rhodey promised he would win this trip for Happy and himself.

Being the newest member, you were the only one left and while you certainly wouldn’t mind searching alone, it was both a wicked and naughty idea forming in your mind that had you turn around and finally react to the blue gaze staring daggers into your back.

“Are you just going to stand there, Loki?” You loved how his name rolled off your tongue. Like a sweet praline melting in your mouth.

“What is this nonsense?” He asked quietly, approaching slightly. “Why would he hide eggs for you to find?”

You shrugged, suppressing a giggle. Loki was not wrong, the way he said it, it actually sounded quite crazy.

“Not real eggs, silly. Chocolate eggs. It’s a common Easter tradition.”

“And what is it? Easter?”

“It’s a Christian holiday. It celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ.”

Loki frowned, clearly taken aback. “I see… why eggs?”

You laughed. “Good question. I think they’re meant to symbolise said resurrection and then people made up stories about the Easter bunny hiding them for children to find.”

“Easter bunny…” You had to admit, he looked pretty funny when disturbed. Chuckling, you looked up at him, the Avengers around you scattering around the compound. They had learnt quickly to simply ignore the God of Mischief’s presence, if anything because he usually made himself scarce and refrained from any kind of social interaction except for the occasional chat with his brother. That made it all the harder for you to spend time with him.

“Search with me. I could use a trip to the Bahamas.” Maybe you took pity on him and you couldn’t care less about those plane tickets. An Easter egg scavenger hunt, however, was the perfect opportunity to get closer to Loki. You wanted to kiss Tony for the chance.

And much to your surprise, Loki nodded in joyful anticipation. The prosperity of stealing away a dreamy vacation by the beach was too tempting to be ignored. He briefly considered leaving them to you if he won but to simply rip them into tiny little pieces out of pure spite seemed much more alluring. Loki was very well aware that every single one of them had attempted to persuade Thor to leave him to rot in the depths of Hel, trapped in the afterlife when he had sacrificed his own life in order to put an end to Thanos’ schemes. It would be a small, insignificant triumph—but a triumph nonetheless.

“Let’s start in the kitchen.” While the microwave, the fridge and the coffee machine posed excellent hideouts for small chocolate eggs, your main goal was it to stall him. Summoning things was not your speciality, you had to focus hard to achieve a decent result. Pretty soon, however, you realised that Loki was a natural. The chocolate eggs he found within a matter of mere minutes either came with a letter or a blank. Quickly, you ushered him into the hallway and through the backdoor into the sunny garden behind the compound where he spotted another chocolate egg hidden in a bush next to a vast flowerbed.

You had only found one letter thus far, quite useless when it came to the actual scavenger hunt and still, your heart beat faster and faster the closer you came to the massive apple tree blooming beautifully around the corner, close to where you had hidden your own surprise for the God of Mischief.

“Do you celebrate Easter?” He suddenly asked, genuine interest resonating in his voice.

“More or less… I grew up with it, my parents used to hide chocolate eggs for me to find every year. I’m not… well, I believe I stopped being Christian when I turned to witchcraft.”

“And why is that?” Loki smirked triumphantly when he picked up another chocolate egg. A blank, still, he seemed rather pleased with himself when he threw it in the tiny basket you had conjured to carry them all.

“I took interest in various other beliefs, with paganism leading the way. Rune magic and ancient seidr is what harmonises with my body the most. I was consequently starstruck when I faced you and your brother for the first time—actual Norse gods I had read so much about over years of practise.”

“Most of these stories are twisted truths, some of them utter lies.” Loki claimed. Any moment now, he would find it. Bracing yourself, you smiled your sweetest and most irresistible smile. Becoming a witch had made you confident and you made sure to use that to your advantage.

“Maybe… but they never lied about your abilities, now did they?”

“What—” Loki frowned. He had walked around the tree now, spotting the green and golden egg hiding on the grass next to a few condoms. Truth be told, you could not be certain Loki would defer to your unsubtle invitation. There was, after all, a chance he would rudely reject you. In fact, you had never seen Loki initiate any form of social or body contact. But you were willing to take the risk.

“My… whoever designed this egg must have an exceedingly good taste for colours.”

“I meant to decorate it with green and gold jewels too but you see, materialising objects I imagine in my head never turn out the way I want them to.”

Loki spun around. “It is yours, then?”

“I don’t care about that stupid scavenger hunt, not really. But I’ve wanted to be alone with you for a while. You never leave your room, you know.” Leaning against the tree for some sort of support, you listened to your rapid heartbeat and awaited his reaction. Loki simply narrowed his eyes at you.

“Alone with me?” He repeated, almost mockingly. “Is this a subtle request for me to ravish you… right here under this tree?” Gosh… his voice rushed into your ears like liquid gold, saying such depraved words. You held your breath when he closed the small distance between you, pressing you against the trunk so you could feel the strong muscles dance against your clothed skin. Almost thoughtfully, his left hand came up to caress your face. His demeanour changed. Gone was the dominant and intimidating god you had read about, replaced by a young prince unsure of how to deal with your sudden confession.

“You seem so… surprised.” You whispered.

His honest answer startled you. “It must have been a while since a woman took interest in me instead of my oaf of a brother… especially after all that happened since his first, failed coronation.”

It was a painful sting that went through your heart, guilt washing over your body. Your Easter egg was no more than a stupid metaphor for a cheap Tinder match, a quick fuck you would get over with and then on with your life. You had never honestly considered your feelings for Loki to grow beyond sexual attraction. You admired his skills and you worshipped his powers and wit… oh, you would be all too willing to kneel before him and tend to his Easter eggs before focusing your attention to his surely thick and long shaft, to lick over his length and suck on his tip until he rewarded you with his godly seed… without a doubt, Loki would taste delightful. But romantic interest? Potentially falling in love with the mischievous god? You had never considered yourself to be that kind of woman. Not since you had dedicated your life to witchcraft.

“Trust me, I do not want Thor. I want you. Right now.”

If Loki was suspicious, he did not show, his vulnerability vanishing from his stunning blue eyes. You would not claim he had his emotions under control… not if he let his guard slip so easily upon unexpected affection. But now, his smirk was downright malicious.

“Be careful what you wish for, little witch.” He purred into your ear, sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. His mouth found your neck, brushing lightly over the sensitive skin until you squirmed in joyful anticipation.

“What are these for?” He tilted his head, eyeing the condoms on the ground.

“The condoms? For protection. I have no desire to get pregnant today.”

Loki hesitated. Then, he chuckled.

“Are you familiar with contraception spells?”

“N-no…”

“I shall take care of it, then.” And with that, he captured your mouth in a wet and passionate kiss, lips devouring yours in such a devastated manner you moaned against him, granting him perfect access to slip his tongue past your lips and start a playful fight with yours, battling for dominance.

This first round would be a quick one, you both knew that. Exhibitionism was not your style, neither was it Loki’s. When he claimed a woman, he wished to do so in private. There were not many things he could call his own—but he certainly would when it came to the pleasure of a beautiful naked maiden underneath his strong body.

He growled when he busied his hands with your skirt, sliding it up your thighs so he could tend to the annoying piece of thin fabric separating him from your delicate quim underneath. Without hesitation, he ripped it off your body and tossed it aside, his long fingers taking only a split second to find your wet folds and fondle them excitedly.

You gasped when he parted them to coax your clit out of its hiding place, getting you all worked up and aroused for him—not that you needed any more stimulation; but Loki of course knew how to please a woman. It was something a man did not forget, even after years of confinement.

Moaning loudly, you let your head fall back, exposing your neck to him. Loki eyed you down greedily, studying each of your reactions so intimately you felt a strange, longing sensation in your belly. Like butterflies, fluttering around nervously.

“This will not do…” He decided nonchalantly. With but a flick of his wrist, your clothes vanished. You felt the all too familiar tingling of seidr dancing over your skin, then the cool spring breeze having goose bumps decorate your limbs, your nipples hardening both from the sudden temperature change and your imminent arousal. “Hmm… much better…” Loki mused. All you managed in response was another, blissful moan.

Oh, happy fucking Easter. You sighed when Loki removed his fingers from your sex to free his aching and pulsing member from his tight leather trousers, barely sliding them down his pale but well-defined thighs. And seeing his erection was no small thing. He truly was a god and you longed to taste that long shaft and please him with your mouth until you gagged because of his sheer length and girth.

You squealed when Loki lifted you up to position himself between your legs, smirking hungrily when you spread them even further in his tight grasp. Clearly, there was no need for him to prepare you any more. With but one eager thrust, he impaled you with his hard cock, sheathing himself so deep inside of you your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your muscles gripping him tightly, unwilling to let him retreat entirely. Loki withdrew almost completely still, torturing you with slow and deep strokes. He took his time, appreciating the warmth of a tight cunt squeezing him so delightfully, greedy for his seed. And he was about to give it to you, about to give you what you had asked for.

Loki’s angle allowed him to hit your hidden pleasure spots with every single stroke, carrying you up towards orgasm on a cloud of pleasure. Moaning relentlessly, you dug your fingernails into his armour, allowing him to bury his face in your neck and inhale your scent, leaving passionate love bites in his wake.

By now, he was rutting into you like a wolf in heat. Loki seemed to forget himself. Tension, desperation, fear and frustration all appeared to seep from his body so suddenly he realised with a start what he had been missing out on. To have a woman desire him, willing to give and receive pleasure…

“L-Loki… I-I’m… I’m going to… ahh…”

“Come for me,” he ordered, looking you dead in the eye, urging you on, fuelling your arousal. “Come. Now.”

It felt like he had pressed a button, his naughty words rippling through you along with the endless waves of pleasure caused by the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced. Screaming his name, your toes curled as Loki fucked you through your climax almost violently, unwilling to stop and let you catch your breath. By the time he was about to reach his own peak, you were ready to cum yet again. And Loki’s shaft pulsing and twitching inside of you as he spurted ropes of his rich cum inside of you, filling you up nicely, was enough to push you over the edge once more. Spasming around him, you milked him for all he was worth, the pleasure unwilling to subside until he slipped out of you satisfactorily, watching with delight and pride how his seed dribbled down your inner thighs, staining your body. He sure did enjoy claiming a woman…

Carefully, the God of Mischief set you back down on your feet, making sure your knees would indeed support you before he let go.

“God… that was… wow.” It was better than you could have ever imagined. You were filled with energy you could not describe. Myths of Loki and his seidr had already given you strength but Loki himself… you felt like a new witch.

“Indeed it was.” He chuckled, tucking away his softening member. He did not look flustered in the least. You, on the other hand, were panting as if you had just run a marathon. Closing your eyes for just a brief second, you magicked some clothes back on your body, feeling Loki’s blue eyes on you with every movement you made. You shivered when his hand came up to caress our face yet again. There was hope sparkling in his eyes.

“Have you ever seen the Northern lights? With your own eyes?” He suddenly asked.

You frowned. “What?”

“I realise that we started this in the wrong order and I shall make sure to remedy that mistake and court you properly, my little witch.” My little witch. You were his little witch now.

“Um… Loki… we are not… going to… are we?” Your heart was aching. This had been about sex and lust… not the beginning of a romantic relationship. Was it not clear? You swallowed thickly, looking up at him hesitantly.

He paused, lifting his chin to feign confidence.

“Ah. I see.” He said eventually. “You merely wished for carnal satisfaction and you received it.”

You had hurt him. When you had thought you had done him a favour by dragging him straight into Stark’s stupid scavenger hunt, you had achieved the exact opposite. And it finally dawned on you. Loki wasn’t craving sexual touch. He was craving emotional touch.

“Loki, I just… I’m not the kind of woman who… I mean, I don’t…” But why, now, did it hurt you so much to have disappointed him? Those feelings tumbling around in your belly, what in the nine realms, were they on about? It was a fuck. A meaningless fuck you would not mind to repeat… or was it? Biting your lower lip, you remembered Loki’s cheeky smirk. Your heart seemed to skip a beat upon the mere imagination of him being playful with you.

“It had to be me, no? The Norse God of Mischief, the one you had read so much about. Tell me, was it exciting?” He asked, scornfully and condescending now.

“It… the best sex of my life.” You admitted ruefully.

“Well. I am pleased to have bestowed this life-changing experience on you. You will be disappointed to hear you were a rather ordinary and nearly boring companion.”

He stroke back immediately, choosing hurtful words to distract from his own pain and inflict the very same on you. It did not matter if they were true or not, you both knew they hit home.

“Loki, I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mean it like that, I just…”

“(Y/N)!” You flinched when you heard Tony yell your name. Jogging towards you, in no rush, really, he came to a halt a few feet before your trembling form.

“There you are. Rhodey won, the scavenger hunt is over. We’re all going to the Bahamas though. You better start packing.”

“Come with me.” You heard yourself mumbling when he had gone but not before shooting Loki a suspicious glance. “I’m not going without you.”

“Whatever for? You have what you wanted.”

Those feelings. Could it be? Were you… falling in love with him?

“No,” Frantically, you shook your head. “No, I don’t. Please, Loki. I’m sorry…”

“There is no need to apologise, my little witch.” My little witch. Oh no… you definitely did not want to let this breath-taking god go. He did not have to explain it. There was no need to apologise because this was what people always did. They used him and then tossed him aside when they had no need of him longer. They claimed they loved him and then revealed their true intentions. By the Norns, what had you done? You had never wanted to hurt him like this.

“I think… I should be the one courting you. Please… let me prove it to you.” You choked out, holding back your tears. You were falling in love with him. If he turned his back on you now and left, never looking back, your heart would shatter. Broken, you tried for a reconciling smile. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest when Loki sighed.

“You should go and pack your things, my little witch.” My little witch. Your smile widened, genuinely.

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mydearsaddiary · 4 years ago

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Speakeasy Tonight Fanfic: Neil Season 3

Warning: Cursing, violence, sexual content (+16). Some topics may be sensitive to some people.

This is a fanfic based on how I’d imagine Speakeasy Tonight’s Neil Season 3 would be like. He’s a character from Lovestruck voltage USA game app. This is Chapter 6, here’s a link for all chapters:

https://mydearsaddiary.tumblr.com/NeilSeason3Fanfic

Little curiosity notes: So the Dresners are coming to visit! And I just noticed something I did wrong and I have to apologize for! Lucille was pregnant on chapter 3. Just now, while I was writing this chapter I realized in Neil’s route in the app she had given birth already (she had to because she already knew it was a girl). So sorry about that, but we’ll just move on as usual, Cornelia is here!

In this chapter, there’s a lot going on! We’ll have some sweet interactions and some wedding planning. Then, we get into some Vera and Adler problems and dealing with the Ice Box and all that. After, we have some hot stuff (hehe, missed this) and then shit just goes CRAZY after.

As always, please reach out to say anything you’d like! Anything at all! Thank you guys so much for reading this, I enjoy writing this very much! Hope you guys like it! Thanks!

-Candy (6/11/2020)

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Chapter 6-

♜♞♚There Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked

1926

-This is such a charming little house!- Lucille said as she entered Uncle Charlie’s house with the baby in her arms. I didn’t judge since I knew what kind of environment she grew up in. The house was small compared to hers in Boston. I couldn’t even imagine how miniscule it would look next to the Dresners’ estate.

Mrs. Fitz, me and Neil helped Lucille, her mother and Mr. Branford with their suitcases and we set them in the extra rooms. I managed to be a good host with a late afternoon tea while we caught up on what had happened since we last saw each other.

-I must apologize Miss Granger- Neil’s mother said. I didn’t want to make anything awkward or hold any grudges against a member of Neil’s family, so I was happy she came to Chicago with an open heart.

-No, Mrs. Dresner. I understand you were just looking out for your son. As long as you’ve come around, let’s just let bygones be bygones- I smiled, a little more forcibly than I would’ve liked to.

-Yes, I’ve come to terms with it- She said. It wasn’t exactly an “I’m happy for you” or “I like you”, but I decided to take it- Have you had much experience in the high society?

-Mother- Neil started- I can handle that

-You don’t know how to act like a proper lady in high society, you’re a man

-Mother- Lucille said- Whatever Neil can’t teach her, I can help. The wedding is already trouble enough for now, so we should let poor MC take care of that first.

-Oh yes, of course- The mother turned to me again- I’m sorry, MC. I’m a very traditional lady. It’s hard to compete with these modern times.

-Don’t worry- I put my feelings aside again. I wasn’t one to let anybody push me around, but you’ve got to pick your battles. This wasn’t one of them.

-Well, then do tell us about how the wedding is coming along

-We found a venue-I exclaimed, more excited now- It’s here in Chicago, but far from the main streets so it’s peaceful and the area is nice, it’s greener. The chapel is tall and white and it’s a decent size. I thought it was cat’s pajamas!

-That’s lovely- Lucille joined in- I never knew Neil to be the wedding planning type

-Oh, I’m not, really- Neil said- MC is been taking care of most of it

-On her own?!- Lucille said

- I’ve got some help, the wedding planner is there-I added

-No, no. That won’t do it-She turned to her mother- That’s it, I have to spend our time here helping MC as much as I can. She could use a hand!

-I don’t see why not if Miss Granger isn’t opposed- Momma Dresner said

-I’m not at all! I could use a feminine hand. Neil just says “whatever you choose is good”.

Neil gave me a look that said “That’s not what I was supposed to be saying?” And I just shrugged it off

After a little while, Neil engaged in a conversation with Michael. He was getting to know his sister’s husband and I think he wanted to fix the bad image Mr. Branford had of him. He held Cornelia while they talked. The image did warmed me up inside, he had gentle hands with his little niece like she was a rare stone he had just found. It made me think that he was going to be a good father again. Behind that sarcasm and cynicism he worried, and he had the natural instinct to protect.

-You’re thinking about having your own?-Lucille disrupted my thoughts

I looked at her, blushing a little- Oh! No! Heavens, at least not yet. I’m still awfully young

-Yes, I could see you being a bit green. Neil though…

-Yeah, I know. Believe or not, I know he wouldn’t come up to me and ask to have a baby, though- I thought a little about what to say- Sometimes I get curious about who Neil was before the war, I know he was getting married, so I wonder if he wanted to have a regular life you know… Kids included.

-Neil was never the outgoing type, even before the war. But he came alive when he was with Alton. He’d be this shy, quiet kid, then Alt would pop up and he’d get into trouble. Even so, he always followed the rules. Alton was… loud, he was always running around, talking faster than his mouth could handle, doing stuff that could’ve sent his mother to an early grave- Her eyes were distant, navigating in the past- Even when they grew up, they were inseparable. They went to school, college and med school together.

-And then they enlisted in the army together, were in the same unit in France…

-Gosh- She continued- If Alton had survived the war, I bet they’d be living in the same house right now- She laughed, then turned serious, almost sad- It doesn’t matter if Alton had his parents or siblings… Neil was the one who was closest to him. They were brothers… And then, I can’t imagine what it must be like to not have someone like that in your life anymore. He just disappeared, and Neil had to deal with it

-I can’t imagine either-I looked down- I always thought of it as just… Awful. But Neil must’ve felt pretty empty. God, he ended his engagement, left Boston and everything else behind. He went through so much.

-But look at him now, MC-She pointed with her head and I looked at him. He seemed to be having a good time with Michael, he even played with the baby who laughed at him- He’s never going to be the old Neil again. But… Even comparing with back then, this is the happiest I’ve seen him. That’s what I told mother to convince her, you know?- She looked back at me- I told her he didn’t deserve to have someone else taken from him.

I smiled sadly- Alton’s shoes seem really big to fill

-You’re not a replacement, you know that, right?

-I know

-Just don’t leave or die-She pointed to my calf- And preferably don’t get hurt either.

If she knew what kind of job I had, she’d be furious. It put me in danger every day. It made me even guiltier about the events that had happened the week prior. But I looked at her with determination and agreed that I’d always be here.

We moved on to lighter subjects and I showed her some pictures of the flowers I had chosen. She and her mother spent some time giving me tips on roses. Not red because that’s too cliché, but how other colors could really help the wedding be a special day.

-Hey, how about I take you out shopping for dresses this afternoon?-She sat closer to me- It’d give me an excuse to leave Cornelia to the boys and have some girl time. Plus, I could tell you embarrassing stuff about Neil’s past

-Hey, I heard that!-Neil turned to us with a funny look on his face- What past stuff are you talking about?

-Just everything you wouldn’t tell her-Lucille smiled in a little sibling kind of way, mischievously.

-Great- He turned to me- I’ll have you know she was always known for lying

-No way!-Lucille defended herself- He was always known for saying my truths he didn’t like were lies. Of course people would believe the older male sibling

I laughed- Well, I’m believing everything you say today, Lucille-I got up-You don’t mind if I call my girlfriends, do you?

She said no and I drove her to pick Cleo and Sofia up to go to a bridal shop Cleo mentioned. It’s funny she knew, she didn’t seem like the marrying kind to me. It got me wondering if she ever thought about it.

Once we were inside I gathered them around like I was giving out a speech- Alright, ladies! It’s time to get down to brass tacks and find the dress, but first, I’d like to introduce you guys to Lucille. She’s Neil’s sister

-Looks like her brother too-Cleo said- Don’t you come from a ritzy family in Boston? Your dress looks like it was designed especially for ya

-Well, it was-She started- All of our clothing is always designed for us, unless it’s made by some famous designer then we have our servants buy it

-Tres ritzy indeed. Think you could get a few designers to make dresses especially for us?- Cleo smiled

-I could probably work something out

-I like you already

-Well, girls- I interrupted- That is the perfect opening I was looking for, since this makes it the perfect opportunity to ask you girls to be my bridesmaids

-Really?!- Sofia asked- That’s so…

-Oh, shucks. Don’t be so impressed-I said- Lucille means the world to her brother and she’s been helping me out a lot. You, Sofia, and Cleo have been my best friends since I got to Chicago. I want you girls to be part of it. Also, Hazel and Edith will be involved as well. This means we could take few looks on bridesmaid dresses too!

We were all giddy for a while, excited about the wedding. It’s funny how I used to dread the thought of marrying. Momma talked about it so often and I always cringed at the mention of it. Then I met Neil and all I wanted to do was marry him.

-You know, chicas- Sofia started- Choosing wedding and bridesmaid dresses is so much fun they should make movies about it

-Huh? Movies about it?- I questioned confused- How are you gonna make a flick about just janes picking wedding dresses?

-Listen to this- Sofia continued- They could film it at a bridal store. The crew would be there and they’d just film reality, just dames saying who they’re marrying and their story and how they go about picking dresses. They could film a dame and her bridesmaids or whoever is with her at the store, make a flick about it and then put it on the screen for everyone to watch the whole process. It’d be fun!

Cleo laughed- Whoever would want to watch reality on screen? We already have plenty of it in our own lives

I laughed with them- Alright- I said- Time to make our own wedding-dress-choosing flick here!- I turned to Lucille- You did this once, how did you go about it?

-It wasn’t so hard for me. I didn’t have to choose a dress, I just told Momma what I wanted and she hired designers to make it especially for me

-That must cost a pretty penny I don’t have-I crossed my arms- We’ll just have to do it the traditional way.

-Calf-length dresses are in right now-Cleo said looking around- Let’s just all look for something we think would look good on MC and then we’ll have her try it on!

We agreed and we all went looking for something. After, I started trying out all the options chosen.

-Alright- I said in front of the mirror while the store clerk helped me out. I had a dress on that had long sleeves, there wasn’t much detail on it. It was all white and it went down to almost my ankles. It was pretty and Momma would certainly approve it, but the thought of it didn’t please me very much- I picked this one out because I thought it’d look nice. I didn’t realize how long it was

-It’s conservative but fun-Lucille said- But… I think it’s way too loose. It’d probably be better for a bigger girl, but you’re tiny so it looks like you’re wearing a night gown.

-And how!-Cleo said- I don’t think it says anything about your personality at all. You don’t hide from anything. You are daring but with class. I think your dress should say the same.

We all agreed I should try a different one on, so this time I tried one that Sofia picked. It was so beaded it shined. The glow against the white gave it this holy aura, like I could be an angel coming down to earth. You could probably hear a choir behind me vocalizing a church song with all that glow. I’d be sure to be Neil’s beacon of light in the wedding if I wore that dress… That is if it didn’t blind him. Sofia herself said it hurt her eyes, so I quickly had it off my body.

It was safe to assume we’d be there for a while. And so we were, for hours! Dresses and more dresses were pulled from the hangers and put on. It was fun and I felt like quite the model, but I had started to wonder if I was being too picky and I should just pick one of the dresses I had already tried on.

After a while we all decided we were hungry and the sun was setting, so I changed into my normal clothes and walked towards the front of the store to meet them.

-We have to show Lucille that charming tea room you girls always take me to. They have good food there!- I said about to walk out with them when something stopped me in my tracks

A glow in one of the beads of a certain dress shined bright into my eyes, like a sign- Hey girls, just wait a second- I said reaching for the light that caught my attention. I pulled the dress out looking at it. It had a delicate round neckline formed by white flowers. It was see-through until the chest area and in the short sleeves, except for a thin strap at the shoulders and the little details on the sleeve. Its white grace went down until the calf. At the waist a pattern of beads started that went until the knees. It gave the whiteness a fun touch, or like Cleo said: daring, but classy.

Lucille walked towards me- It’s definitely fun. It’s graceful, but it’s audacious.

-It says you’re a modern girl, but you’re still a classic- Sofia added- It’s certainly something I could see you wearing.

-I think your personality would shine through it-Cleo said

-I’m sorry, I know you girls are hungry… Maybe we should come back another day-

-No, no. Chica-Sofia said

Lucille followed by putting her hands on both of my shoulders- This right here could be your dress. I have a good feeling about this one, so you have to try it on!

Cleo came back with a few things- She said it! Can’t miss this chance. Besides, here- She handed me some pure white stockings, and these delicate and beautiful white heels- I think you need to complete the look

-Those are beautiful, Cleo-I said holding on to them

-Oh, and of course you can’t forget what Mr. Dresner is gonna see later!- Sofia gave me naughty smile, bringing this two-piece undergarment composed of a white lace bra and skirt

-Miss Sofia, what a wicked mind! Can’t say I’m against though! I bet Neil would love this

-Hey- She said a little uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure no one wants to imagine their sibling in a sexual way ever- You guys are forgetting about one of the most important things!-Lucille said bringing in a veil. It was floor-length but not awfully long. It had a lace cap and flowers on each side.

I took it as well holding all the components that hopefully would create what I envisioned- Alright, time to try it all on!

We decided with the neckline and the details on the dress that a necklace wouldn’t be necessary, so Cleo called the store clerk again to help me out and I went to the fitting room yet again.

-Okay!-Cleo announced- Dress two-hundred and forty seven, come on out!

I walked out all dressed up, standing in front of them and in the mirror- So…?!

They didn’t say anything for a few seconds, Lucille was actually the first to talk- Wow, MC… You do look like a bride

-Now that everything is put together like that,- Sofia said- Neil won’t know what hit him

-This has the potential to make my brother cry at the altar- Lucille added

-Then it must be magical. It’d have to be to make Neil cry, I don’t think he ever cried in his life-I replied

-He’s not the sentimental type, is he?-Cleo laughed- Well, if that doesn’t get it out of him, nothing will! You look absolutely stunning, MC

I was smiling with all the compliments, but it was when I actually when I turned around and first looked in the mirror that I understood what they were talking about. I could feel my heart pounding while I looked at me- Wow…-I let it out- I…-I was having trouble talking

-You okay, chica?- Sofia asked

-It’s just… With the other dresses, it seemed like playing dress-up- I moved my fingers around anxiously- But this one… This is it. Gosh, I think it just dawned on me that I’m actually getting married- I could feel my voice cracking a little bit- Oh, I love it! Thank you, girls- I said hugging them

-Hey! You picked it!- Lucille said

-Yes, but it wouldn’t have happened without your help.

Soon the dress was in a garment bag and everything else was in a separate shopping bag. We went to eat and set a date to look at bridesmaid dresses before Lucille went back to Boston

And so it was a few days later we were back and spent just as many hours picking their own dresses. It was still super fun! We decided on beautiful light pink dresses that were tight fitting on the satin top and from the waist down it formed a wide A-line and it ended in a ritzy lighter ruffle bottom. I made sure to get two more for Hazel and Edith and gave them a call that night to tell them about it.

The night Neil’s family went home, I was sitting with Lucille and Cornelia in Uncle Charlie’s living room.

-Say, hi auntie MC- Lucille said- Do you want to hold her?

I hesitated a bit but agreed- The last baby I held was my sister Hazel when I was a kid- I adjusted little Cornelia in my arms. She felt warm and soft and surprisingly peaceful. I held her fearful of hurting the little body- Being a mother always scared me.

-You know… It always scared me too-She said and I looked at her with interest- But… You get used to it. The entire pregnancy I kept worrying if I’d be a terrible mother. It’s all just doubt really. I mean, it is not easy, but once I held her in my arms nothing else mattered. I love her and she’s mine. She’s a part of me- It was clear to me she could talk about her daughter for hours- It’s a surreal feeling really, like “Wow, I’m a mother. That baby, she’s my daughter”. It’s like, all this time you only had to be worried about being a kid and then you’re a parent. It’s as scary as it is thrilling- She looked into my eyes again- But once you’re ready you’ll know, MC. Once you marry, people are going to rush you because that’s what they think a woman should do right after the wedding, but you’ll know.

-How will I know?-I said, this time handing Cornelia back to her

-Oh, you’ll get that baby fever- She laughed

-Yeah- I chuckled. I wasn’t even sure why I was interested in that conversation- Maybe one day…

We dropped them off at the station a couple of hours later. It was late at night and I laid in bed with Neil. I was reading a magazine, but I couldn’t get my thoughts to stop revolving around what Lucille had said

-Penny for your thoughts?-Neil looked at me, I guess I did look deep in contemplation

-Well… Here we are-I opened my arms

-That’s a very astute observation- His sarcastic tone shone through

-I mean! We don’t live together, but have you realized how domestic we are? We lay in bed together, I’m reading my stuff, and you’re reading your book… It’s like we’re already married

-What’s your point?-He closed his awfully boring philosophy book to pay attention to me now

-We never really talked about what we’re gonna do after we marry

-Alright, let’s talk about it-He sat up

I didn’t expect that reaction to come from him, but I continued- Okay, well, where are we living?

-I just assumed you were moving in with me, to my apartment.

-Alright, but you do understand some changes in the place are gonna be involved, right?

-Yeah, yeah… I already came to terms with it- He rolled his eyes, but a slight smile he tried to hide still appeared on his face

-Okay, then. Do you always want to live in Chicago?

-I think this one depends on you more than me. You’re not leaving the Ice Box behind any time soon.

-True enough- I breathed heavily, preparing myself for the next question- Do you… Do you want kids?

He was silently for a few seconds, those seconds felt like hours and I felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest. He eventually replied- To be honest, I don’t see myself as a father.

-Oh yes!- I agreed, a little too quickly- I really don’t see myself as a mother either!- I remembered what I felt when I went out with Cleo to the maternity shop to buy gifts for my older sister, how the store was a complete nightmare

…Then why did it sting a bit when he said that?

I knew I was way too sensitive, but not so sensitive I wanted to suddenly have kids. I decided a night of sleep was what I needed. Tomorrow there was a lot to be done at the Ice Box.

-Alright!-I gathered everybody at the box the next night- This is bad, this is real bad! But we need to decide what we’re gonna do from now on!- In the silence and tenseness that everybody was situated in, I could hear the very faint ‘slurp’ from Neil drinking bourbon, sitting at the bar and facing the opposite way. It would be funny otherwise, but considering the circumstances it got me in a lather. So I walked up to him- Hey, buster, enjoying your hooch?

` -I am- He raised his glass- Thanks.

I sighed angrily- Why aren’t you freaking out?!

-When have you ever known me to freak out?!

-Oh, you freak out! You get all ‘…’- I stopped talking to imitate his worried face in a mocking way

-Huh…-Cliff started- So… You see…

-What Cliff is trying to say…-Vince started- is for you to save the bickering for after the marriage. What are we gonna do?

I breathed extremely annoyed, walking back to my original position

-How’s the leg?-Cliff asked

-It barely hurts anymore, it just gets sore at night- I answered- But since we’re on that subject, Mayor Adler absolutely hates me and he literally keeps tabs on everyone in Chicago. Last time I was there, he walks in and let’s just say he’s very forceful. He’s gonna try to have the upper hand and if somebody overpowers him he’ll kill the,. At this point he’s a bigger threat to us than Vera- I said sitting down

-So what’s the next move?- Donovan asked- If it’s some help, the boys in blues at the station hate Mayor Adler. Everyone knows ‘is type.

-Then can you try and find any dirt on him?

-People have tried before, he is a slick one

-Just try again. Dig deeper. Anything at all-I asked

To my surprise he agreed and stayed quiet after. Then Gerald came forward- Should I keep… Talking to Vera?

-Yes- I looked at him- How’s that going?

-There hasn’t been any luck in kisses yet to take pictures of. She keeps on saying “I shouldn’t, I’m a married woman”, but I’m almost there. There has been more dates and touching hands and she does feel very comfortable around me

-Well, as soon as you’ve got that picture you’ve got to hand it to me- I thought for a few seconds- In fact, Sofia, can you take that picture for me when it happens?- I turned to her. I thought it’d be better if that picture was in the hands of someone I trusted

-You got it, Chica. How about those documents?

-They’re in the Mayor’s office in his house- I pinched the bridge of my nose- Which means I’m either gonna have to be invited there again, or break in.

-Alright- Neil started- There’s a couple of problems with that. First, Vera could invite you to tea again, but she’s got security around the big house and if Mayor Adler is near that house… Well, he just tried to kill you and he’ll try again, not mentioning the fact you’ll be in tremendous trouble if he sees you in his office. Second, you can’t break in because, again: Security all around the house.

-Well, we’ve got to get back in there somehow. What do you plan then?

-Fine, you’re right. But why do you have to do it?

-Listen, Neil- Vince started- You gotta understand that MC is a mob boss.

-I understand things just fine, Moretti-He looked back at me, waiting for me to answer it

-Because I am the one who’ll most likely be invited there again, unless you want to bring Uncle Charlie back home and have him go talk to the mayor at his house- He stayed quiet this time, his brows still furrowed in worry. I knew he didn’t like it one bit, so I knew I had to say something else- Hey, listen… Remember back when Louis Tibbs was going around poisoning booze? And Uncle Charlie was just as worried as you are? You were the one who told him I could handle it so… I can handle it. I’ve gotten good at this stuff.

-You like to pretend to be a tougher bearcat than you are, but since I know you’re stubborn and I’m losing this fight, I’m letting you go on. For now.-He went back to sipping his bourbon

-I’ll see if I can get myself invited to Vera’s house again. Gerald will continue playing her and Sofia will hang around their dates until a kiss happens

-Yea, so, how am I gonna do that without her noticing it?-Sofia said- Cameras are huge and there are flashes, you know?

-Already one step ahead of ya- I looked at Gerald first- You gotta speed things up, ask her for a date to the Blackhawk- I said turning back to Sofia- I got you a gig there for some time next week, they’re waiting for you to come in and set the date, but I’m waiting until Gerald gives us a night. Then you, Sofia, will be there singing. Find someone you trust to take a picture of you that night, with Gerald and Vera in the background smooching and seemingly in love.

-You let your creativity run wild, don’t you, chica?- She asked

-Well, it’s the only way the Mayor will believe she betrayed him

-What if he kills her?-Cliff’s voice sounded loud in my ears- You said he’s ruthless and kills everyone who goes against him. What if he gets that picture, and he kills her for cheating on him?

I breathed slowly- No matter what I choose, someone’s gonna get hurt. I’m trying to protect our Ice Box family, I can’t allow myself to worry about the well-being of Vera Adler and everyone else and pretend we’re not gonna end up with no blood or no deaths- I looked around- We’ve been lucky before, and I know we’re on the good side of things… But it’s like Vince said-

-Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty in this business- Vince completed it

-Not meaning it’ll happen-I continued, but everyone was watching me as if they could read me- Shit, Cliff!- I exclaimed and the whole gang just looked at me surprise- Yeah, yeah, I cursed! So what?- I walked around the bar pouring a drink for myself. I couldn’t fool anybody with the cool boss speech- Now I’ve got to figure out a way Vera doesn’t get killed in the process, just hopefully very fucked.

-Woah!- Vince said and people around me were grinning. Even Neil has a smile on his face

-Will you guys stop looking at me like you’ve never seen a gal curse before?!-I drank again- Alright, Gerald. Here’s the deal, bring her to your house to spend the night with you after that date

-Wait, wait… You want me to sleep with her?

-No, you don’t need to make whoopee with her, just make sure she spends the night there. I’ll make sure the photo is in his hands that night and by then she’ll know to stay away from him because she knows what he’s like.

-How about the documents?- He asked- When can I stop playing her?

-I have until the date night to get them since my only way of going into the mayor’s house is to be invited there by Vera- I took the last sip of my drink- Alright, Gerald invite her to the Blackhawk next week, Sofia gets the picture and remember her face has to be very clear in it and Gerald’s not- She nodded and I continued- Before then I get the documents about the Broiler and it’s freed. Vera has no hold over it and she’s not the mayor’s wife anymore.

-Alright, lassie-Donovan started- That takes care of ‘er. But after that, Mayor Adler is still the mayor

-Yeah, I know. But one thing at a time, Donovan. First we make sure Vera is not a problem ever again. Then we focus on Adler.

That night I stayed over Neil’s apartment. I stepped out of the bathtub and was looking at myself in the mirror. It got me thinking… There was no family here in Chicago anymore. I was busy with the wedding, but me and Neil decided to put the planning off for this week to focus on our Mr. and Mrs. Adler problem.

However, that night felt peaceful. I usually got myself so worked up about problems and so busy with everything. Proof of it was that I kept getting sick. I decided to push that out of my mind for the time being and… Relax.

I breathed in an out for a couple of times, focusing my attention on myself for the time being. So I opened my eyes and there I was on the mirror again- Miss Granger…-I started whispering to myself- It’s just you and Neil in this apartment tonight… You haven’t been in a nice date in good little while- I walked over to the lingerie I had- This is sexy, but you’ve got this new pajamas and you know Neil loves pajamas on you. So… How about you-I pointed at the mirror- and me, wear this and cook a nice little late night dinner where he has to stare at us in this outfit throughout the entire meal, while we know he’ll be hungry for something else?- I giggled at my silly acting, but the last few days sparked a flare in me that soon turned into my body getting hot to have that man for myself that night. So I made up my mind to make him crazy for me- Oh, we have a wicked mind don’t we?

The pajamas I put on weren’t pants like the ones I wore before. This one was spicy, something dangerously new. It was a gown that went down to right above my knees, the right choice to show my toned legs. It was loose and flowy on the bottom, which means it was easy to pull up, but from the waist up it was tight, and the lack of anything underneath made the cloth hang on to every curve and detail of my breasts, just as if they were nude, but the tease of a thin cloth on them. A little thin bow fell on the neckline as a tease, an attempt the gown had to be proper while tightening the shape of my womanly figure. The thin straps on my shoulders were too big for them, they taunted slipping any time. My disheveled hair added a charm to the image I was about to present the man I loved to. I knew that was the perfect choice to make Neil go crazy.

I heard him in the bedroom, announced from outside the door I was cooking dinner. I made a small plate for the both of us, since I myself was in a little bit of a hurry. I served wine as a romantic thing, even though I knew he preferred bourbon. As I was carrying the plates to the table I heard footsteps coming from the bedroom, so I held them both in my hands, waiting for him to appear

-I heard a lot of noise and came to see if you weren’t destroying the place- He said looking down at his book- Should I call the fire depart- He paused when he took in the vision of me, well, more like the chest area but… I could see I caught him off guard so it was a win.

-You were saying?- I said in the sexiest voice I could do, staring him straight into his eyes. However, all he said was a “huh…”, so I laughed and spoke again- Eyes up here, buster. Sit down- I turned around placing both plates on the dinner table- Food is ready.

-You…-He put the book aside, then he smiled at me undoing his tie presuming we were jumping straight to the action

I pointed at the plate- Alright with the one-word answers- I acted innocently- Sit down and eat dinner- I repeated myself

He then stopped in his tracks glaring at me- You want… You’re dressed like this and you want to eat now?

I nodded, taking a bite off my meal- Yeah… I’m hungry- I said almost in a whisper- Didn’t your mother ever teach you to eat first, then dessert comes after?

He snorted- You’re playing me and you think it’s funny- There was a hint of impatience in his voice, almost frustration.

-I’m not playing anyone-I drank the wine, enjoying myself a little too much- I just want to have a nice house dinner date with my fiancé, but if you want we could play chess later

-Not on your life- He answered sitting down. His tie and jacket were on the floor anyway as he started eating a little too fast

I smiled and ran my foot up his leg teasing him and then it stayed around in between his legs, stroking his bulge. He was uncomfortable and could barely focus on eating and I felt the most gratifying adrenaline from doing this to him.

-What did I say about your feet while I’m eating?-He said in a stern tone, his frustration now clear on his voice

-Something about the cuffs being the Maginot line?-I raised one eyebrow at him smirking- But I was never one to follow rules

-Two can play this game- He said looking back at me. He still ate his dinner, but with his free left hand he traveled his way up my leg, then he pulled it and I went forward with the chair. My body was glued to the table and now his hands could go up my inner thigh

I should’ve known. Neil is as competitive as I am and I could feel myself getting way warmer in places I couldn’t say out loud. But I wasn’t about to lose. I lifted myself off the chair enough to grab him by his collar and give him a kiss he wouldn’t forget any time soon. His grip on my leg loosened a little bit and as I sat back down, I could hear his soft panting and hungry eyes letting me know I had won.

I smiled and went to grab another bite of my meal, but then he was suddenly past my inner thigh and his hands were way inside my night gown. I don’t know if it was out of surprise or because his cold fingers felt good but my eyes closed, my head tilted backwards I let a moan out of my lips that I couldn’t hold in. When I opened my eyes, I cursed in my head for letting him win that one, but seeing his reaction to me let me know it was a tie. He was one second away from going mad.

-This…-His voice was almost a growl- This stupid table is in the way.

I laughed lowly- We have to finish dinner- I went to grab my fork again trying to win for good, but he got up and was around the table before I could protest

-No, we don’t- He picked me up and I smiled wrapping my legs around his waist- You messed with me enough- It was the last thing he said before kissing me

He carried me all the way to the bedroom and let me down in the bed- I’m just getting started, Neil- I said sitting up, but he insistently pushed me to lay down again

-No, you’re not- He pushed my gown up to my hips- This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?

-What plan?- I gave him a side smile- I was just eating

-This outfit is more for something like this-He said pushing up my thighs and placing his head in between my legs, and suddenly words didn’t matter anymore

We were in a competition to drive each other crazy and we both ended up losing our minds for one another. Soon he yanked up my gown some more and pulled down the top to place kisses all along my chest and neck, and then got rid of everything else he was wearing before he was inside me and our hips were meeting in repeated motions. I gasped for air as he made a point of moving while looking right into my eyes and holding my head still by my hair, making sure I had no choice but to look back. He enjoyed letting me know that he was the one that was doing this to me. Little did he know from the bottom I could see I was doing the same to him.

At some point the gown was completely off my body and I was on the top, then I was on the bottom again, then facing the bed, then on my back, then sitting on his lap. Then, I lost track of how much time went by and how many ways we made love to one another, completely lost in our hunger.

I remember the climax, I remember crying out his name and I remember him whispering mine. But for some reason I must’ve been so dizzy after I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t even remember if we talked after everything. Next thing I knew I felt the rays of sun hit my face, and my eyes slowly open to greet the morning. It was a sunny day and the first thing I did was smile. My body felt sore and it was a good feeling. I couldn’t help but close my eyes again and giggle as I remembered the events from last night, every touch and every sensation. I turned around and faced Neil who was still asleep. His broad chest went up and down as he breathed, so I turned around facing him to watch him for a few minutes.

After a while, I got up wearing a robe. I cleaned up the mess we made in the kitchen the night before. When I went back to the bedroom he was still sleeping. I looked at the clock and it was almost noon. So I decided it was perfectly okay to wake him up. I sat on top of him and leaned down to kiss his face all over. It soon woke him up and he smiled once the confusion went away. He started chuckling as I kept kissing him- Morning, buster- Then I met his lips and the kiss was profound. It was pure love. I was madly in love with this man who drove me crazy from the first night I met him. I pulled myself back to stare into his eyes, then his hand reached up as he stroked my cheek, pulling my hair behind my ear. He looked very serious, so I asked him- What…?

He shook his head- I just… I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before

I smiled, kissing him again- You’re such a romantic

He snorted- Don’t take it for granted, MC. You like pushing your limits.

-Shut up, will ya?- I said and then kissed him again- You know, this is the happiest I’ve been too

-I love you-He whispered to me

-I love you, Neil- I said back to him, kissing him one last time before pulling him to get up- Now, breakfast?

He adjusted himself sitting up on the bed staring at me, still sitting on his lap- In a minute-He said undoing my robe and pushing it off my shoulders, so my body was nude in front of him

-Right now?- I raised an eyebrow

He hugged me pulling me closer for a kiss- Right now.

That day, nothing could ruin my mood. That afternoon I was out with Cleo and I couldn’t stop grinning.

-You look like the cat who ate the canary. Figure you had a good night with the doc?- She teased

-Oh, just the best. And the dress is bought, the ring is on my finger, the venue and flowers are picked, we set the date… Just a few more things and a little bit of time and I’ll have nights like these for the rest of my life.

She laughed as we went around Menken’s- You’re high up on the clouds. I was worried about you being tired and stressed and all with this stuff about Vera and Mayor Adler, but I’m happy to see you like this.

-I don’t know, Cleo, I have a good feeling. I feel so at peace… It’s like I know everything is going to be alright

-I bet, kiddo. You are glowing.

I don’t know what it was about that that sent a chill down my spine. And then it came to me, is it ever a good thing when a Jane tells you you’re glowing? Maybe, but at the moment it didn’t come across to me as something good. For some reason it made me think of the last few months and how I never had time to focus on myself. Which means I could let obvious signs from my body that it something stirred up inside escape.

-I’m…-I stopped in my tracks, looking at her- I’m glowing?

-Yea, you’re really shining and all that- She looked back, her smile faded when she saw my serious expression. On her face I could see she realized what it was that got me like this- I mean…! Not the “congrats mommy” glow, it’s the “I was barney-mugging last night” glow!

But the somber look didn’t disappear from my face- Am I really glowing?

-Yes, honey, but a good night with a good man will do that. Don’t be all worried. You get all that and then I’ll get like that.

-I haven’t had my period in so long…-I murmured in an urgent whisper to her- I didn’t have it in November… And now that I think about it, I didn’t have it in October either!- I looked at her- I’ve been so worried about Vera and the whole Ice Box and meeting Neil’s family and him mine, and then they visited and then Uncle Charlie… I didn’t think about it just now!- I was now grabbing onto the dress I was seeing tightly- I am totally knocked up!

-Horse feathers, MC! You’re so skinny. It’s stress.

-And Cleo!- I gasped- I’ve been so emotional, and then I was feeling all nauseous and tired and I threw up last week! Oh, and how my breasts look so nice and how I’ve been… Oh my God, I need to sit down- I said going outside to a bench and Cleo went after me

-Hey, hey!-She held my arm- You’re getting ahead of herself, honey. It could be all stress

-And now I’m glowing!-I buried my face in my hands- I am so pregnant!

-MC!- She said loudly getting my attention- Let’s go to the doctor and have a test done before you freak out- She shook me holding my arms- Listen, I’ll go with you. Say you’re going shopping with me again and if it’s just a scare you don’t even have to say anything to Neil

-Alright… Yeah, you’re right. It could just be my head. Shouldn’t freak out, right?-I looked at her

-Not at all. You can’t just puke and then “Woah, I’m preggo”

I laughed agreeing- You’re right. Sorry, Cleo. Stress and all that. Say, I’ll drive you to the Ice Box.

Or maybe I should have started screaming right there. Because a few days after I sat in the doctor’s office with Cleo. That night, I had to put on my best face for tea with Vera and this doctor just sat right in front of me, and had the courage to congratulate me.

-Your due date will be around the first two weeks of June

-How?!-It was the first thing I asked

-I’m sorry, Miss…

-Granger. And I asked how do you know I’m… I’m…

-Pregnant?- He said the word I couldn’t say at the moment- Well, there’s a hormone pregnant women produce. In your urine test we took from you, we inject it in a small animal, like a bunny or frog, and then if you’re pregnant that animal will start ovulating, which means the hormone for pregnancy is there. In your case, it showed the hormone is present. Based on what you told me about the last time you menstruated… Yes, first two weeks of June sounds right.

-That’s absolutely crackers! I… Cleo!- I looked at her, she looked back wordlessly and then I looked at the doctor again- There must be some mistake, I can’t be pregnant.

-Well, you are, miss. Should be at about ten weeks now. Which comes to a worry I have. I noticed you’re still ‘Miss’ Granger.

-I’m engaged!- I corrected him quickly, didn’t want the doctor going to blabber to no one about a kid out of wedlock

-Better hurry that wedding then, miss. You’ll start showing very soon- He got up, looking all respectable- A child to any woman is a blessing. Women are meant to be mothers, so don’t worry about it. Congratulations on your wedding and baby. I would schedule the next appointment with the secretary up front and…- after a moment I tuned out. He kept saying stuff I had to do from now on and I’m sure Cleo was listening to all of it closely for me, but my head was spinning. I don’t even remember how we got out of there and before I knew I was sitting on Uncle Charlie’s couch

The silence that reigned was incredibly uncomfortable. But… I didn’t know what to say. I mean, what was the right thing to say? The more I thought about it, the further away I was from convincing myself it was true. I kept repeating in my head “I’m pregnant”. But something in my head kept saying “No, Edith is pregnant. She’s the one who was always meant to be a mother, not me.” And then it went right back to “I am pregnant”. After a while, Cleo broke the quietness.

-I won’t tell anyone. I’ll let you do it- Cleo said- You’ll be fine.

-Yea… Sure…- I said lowly- I’m just waiting until I wake up and then realize it’s not real

She sighed- Just give it a little bit of time, focus on the Ice Box and the wedding for now, you’ll come to terms with it.

I pondered my options for a while. I could sit here and cry or scream or give up. But that wasn’t me, that was never me and I wouldn’t start now. So I made the choice I knew I had to for the time being- No one can know. Not until this whole ordeal is done.

-Are you sure Neil shouldn’t know?-She looked at me worried

-He’ll be the first to know…-I sat down- After we defeat Vera and Adler

-MC…

-I won’t hear it, Cleo. You know if Neil finds out he’ll take me completely off the board. The Ice Box can’t win without their boss. I need to go get the documents and I need to make all the decisions.

-They can handle themselves, MC

-I’m sure they can. However, the Ice Box is my business, Cleo. I’m not sitting on the bleachers while my team plays

-Fine. I’m game. As long as you don’t put yourself in mortal danger, or risk losing the baby.

-I won’t. I’ll see you at the box tonight?

-You’ll be okay, kiddo?

-I’ll be fine, really. I just need some time on my own

And once Cleo let herself out, I felt the sudden urge to get spend some time getting myself accustomed to the idea that I was going to be a mother. I drove myself back to that maternity shop I visited with her a few months ago. No longer looking for presents for Edith, I walked around trying to pretend this wasn’t such a bad thing. I was looking at some little toys when a clerk approached me.

-Are you shopping for yourself?- She asked

I could say no. I could tell her my sister was pregnant and I was shopping for her. I wasn’t showing through the dress and I could just pretend nothing was happening. But then… I figured I came here for a reason

-Yeah… I just found out early this morning. Doctor said I should be around ten weeks now.

-Wow!- She laughed eagerly- That’s so exciting, your husband must be so happy, Mrs…?

Oh yeah, of course a woman is ought to be married to be pregnant- Oh… Huh… Dresner. Mrs. Dresner

It was the first time I referred to myself as Mrs. Although I loved how it sounded, something bothered me. I know Neil was the furthest thing from the nightmare Momma always hoped I’d marry, but I still seemed to find myself following in the footsteps she always dreamed I would. I was carrying a doctor’s baby who came from a rich family from Boston. Was I losing myself?

-Are you alright, Mrs. Dresner?- The store clerk asked and I imagine I was lost in my own head again

-Oh yes! You now… Just emotional. And well, my husband doesn’t know yet.

-Oh I see, I can help you look around for stuff!- She had an annoying acute voice. I could tell from the way she carried herself she has old-fashioned ideals.

-MC?- I heard Neil’s voice. My heart jumped a little as I looked towards the door and he was standing there- I was walking to the… To Charlie’s store and I saw you through the window- He walked towards me- Are you sending another gift to Edith?

-Yes- I turned around to the store clerk giving her a look that said ‘please play along’- My sister is pregnant, so that’s what I needed help with

She smiled, a little too amused to be aware of my little secret as I turned back to Neil- Do you wanna help?

-Uh… You see… It’s pretty late so-

-Nah-uh!- I walked over to him, pulling him to where I was before- You can walk me to the store later. Let’s spend some quality time together.

-Oh, this is your husband!-She looked up at him, even with an appraising eye I didn’t miss.

-Yes!- I smiled- We are good now, if we need any help I’ll let you know!

- You’re really gonna make me stay in this store with you?- Neil complained

-Hey, what’s so bad about this store?

-Are you alright?- He asked- It’s full of baby gowns and it smells like baby powder. Makes me think about the future generations and how we’re all lost in their hands.

-Alright, your cynical wet-blanket. I’m trying to be happy for my sister- I turned back to see the little newborn clothes- Wouldn’t it be great if you could know the sex of the baby before it was born? I don’t know whether to buy her cute pink stuff or blue- I turned around to see him staring at me, pensively- What…?

-…-That was his answer for the first few seconds, then he turned his eyes to what I was looking at with a sigh- Why don’t you buy this one?- He pointed- It’s just a white gown, useful for a newborn, leave the gender-specific clothes to her.

-Okay- I said, going to pay for it before Neil offered to do it himself- See? You can be helpful when you want!- I grabbed his arm to leave once I had the bag with me

He didn’t reply again

-Neil? Hello? Calling Dr. Neil?-I asked

-Sorry. I’m just in a thinking mood. Must’ve been the wonderful trip to a baby store you took me on. First you make me think about the past, now about the future.- He looked at me, taking my arm- To the Ice Box, then?

-Yeah, I want to hear how Gerald’s going along and then I have a temperance meeting tomorrow. I can get Vera to invite me for tea after and then finally-

I stopped talking once I saw police officers speeding past us

-Wowsers… Where do you think they’re going?

-I guess there-He pointed unenthusiastically. From one of Chicago’s nicest neighborhoods, I could see the public gathering like the president had come to town. Then I realized it looked familiar.

My feet started taking me towards the inferno that surrounded the ritziest place I had been to. Neil started to follow me and call my name, but it was like I was in a trance. I made my way towards the street and the people that gathered around to watch. The mayor sat in a stretcher with doctors surrounding him in front of his gracious mansion, talking to police officers and the media that surrounded him.

-What happened?- I asked one lady who stood there and she turned to me

-Vera Adler, the mayor’s wife. She tried to kill the Mayor Adler and then left!

Neil whistled, more amused than surprised-Seems like someone in the hypocrite elite of Chicago got their fair share today. They’re not so different from scoundrels like us- He said getting a cigarette, lighting it up- There’s no rest for the wicked.

Leave it to this contrary son of a gun to be bored with loud music and people laughing and dancing and be amused by attempted murder

I turned around and saw the Ice Box’s personal Irish flat foot- Donovan!- I called and soon he came over- What the hell happened?

-Well, lassie. There was an attempt on the mayor’s life.

-This much I heard- I whispered- What actually happened? Why would Vera try to kill him?

-The version dat’s coming out in the papers it’s that the mayor found out she was cheating on him with multiple men and guess what? She is the new talk between the ladies. How can a respectable woman just sleep around like that? They started arguing because the mayor felt so betrayed, then she got a gun and took three shots at him, ya see?

I looked at him- Alright, buster, there’s more to the story. What actually happened?

He lowered his voice- Seems like your ‘picture’ got to the Mayor a little early.

-Gerald…?

-No. Not exactly- He pulled me and Neil aside- The Mayor knew Vera was cheating on him. But the truth is, lassie, you were wrong. The mayor doesn’t care about being cheated on, he doesn’t care if Vera sleeps around. If Vera steered the other way and kissed women he wouldn’t get her arrested

-So if the picture we were planning got to his hands, he wouldn’t have cared

-Turns out the Mayor ain’t big on love and respect, lassie.

I sighed- I should’ve guessed that. But it still doesn’t explain what happened.

-Vera was passing off information about the Mayor around. Turns out she wanted to dishonor him or something- He looked around before continuing- That big speakeasy she was building, she was working with Gerald’s gang to expand and paying off new people. All the money it takes to do that wasn’t coming from her pocket

-She was stealing from Adler- Neil said- Seems like she has quite the criminal mind

-It’s not just that. Vera wanted to have more power than Mayor Adler.- Donovan continued- She wanted control over him like she tried to have control over MC, like she did with Gerald. So she started spreading around rumors, going out on dates with politicians that are close to Adler. She’s been playing her manipulation cards and people started turning on Mayor, being less afraid of him.

-Wow- I said- She starts opening her mouth and the Mayor loses his grip on Chicago. His biggest nightmare

-I ‘eard this from another dirty cop. She also stole information about him. She tries to blackmail him and say if he doesn’t do what she wants, she’ll destroy ‘im.

-Wouldn’t put that past Vera-I said

-So Mayor Adler finds himself at risk of losing his power of his city and his woman climbing up the stairs to stomp on him: Stealing money, passing information, literally making the mayor look like a joke to everyone and she look like the queen in the process. She’s been using him and going behind his back-

-Which is the actual ultimate betrayal- I ended it for him- Here I was thinking it was child’s play, that he would have his heart broken to see her going out with Gerald…

-The Mayor isn’t a teenager- Neil said- We underestimated him.

-So,- Donovan resumed- He hears about all this, but for now it’s all just suspicions, he doesn’t have any proof. One of the mayor’s most trusted officers sees Vera and Gerald out on the “date” you put together. He knows O’Fallon is a mob boss and for Mayor Adler, that pretty much confirms the whole thing. So she gets home and they argue, she gets a gun, tried to kill him and then leaves Chicago

-That doesn’t make sense though. Vera obviously doesn’t know how to shoot and it’s not like her to do that- I said

-Besides- Neil pointed at the mayor- She would need to be a really good shot to shoot the mayor in three exact non-fatal spots.

-What do you mean?-I asked

-Look at it. The bullet holes are in three strategic spots, like whoever shot him wanted to make sure he didn’t die.

-Which means this was orchestrated- Donovan said- Besides, Vera just disappeared after coming home. Her driver is still in the house and no one saw her leave or at the station. She hasn’t been seen since

I looked at the whole scene for a second before speaking- For all we know, he could have had her killed

-We got what we were lookin’ for in the end- Donovan said- Even if it wasn’t the way we planned, lassie. Vera is disgraced. She’s a jezebel who sleeps around town and commits adultery left and right and it’s in all the papers for everyone to see. She will no longer be seen as a respectable lady.

-And on top of that- Neil started- She’ll never have any kind of power in Chicago again, since it all depended on her image.

-If she’s even alive, she just disappeared.-I lowered my head and suddenly felt it spinning. I should’ve been happier that our Vera problem was solved. But something in my gut told me the mayor would be the biggest problem the Ice Box had ever faced- We didn’t get this result because we wanted to. Vera did the Mayor wrong and he completely ruined her and then probably killed her

-And he gets to be the victim in the end. The poor mayor who was cheated on, got his heart broken and almost got killed.- Neil said- Humanity is a sickening thing nowadays

Donovan chuckled, though there was no humor in his voice- This ain’t humanity, doc- He looked back at the house- Mayor Adler is as far away from it as possible

-I’ll get MC away from here- Neil told Donovan- We’ll meet at the Ice Box tonight

Donovan agreed and Neil started pulling me away. My head kept spinning and spinning and my vision started to blur out suddenly

-MC!- I heard Neil’s distant, but extremely concerned voice calling my name

I don’t remember anything that happened after that.

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Author notes: Yes, Mayor Adler is the true villain of this story and he’s got a tight grip on Chicago. Plus, he’s insane, truly insane. The next few chapters the gang will be trying to deal with a man as powerful as him and they’ll realize they need to go to extremes this time to keep the Ice Box safe. Then there’s the fact MC just found out she’s expecting (our future Alton) and she’s got a wedding to worry about. Besides, let’s just say there’s an Uncle in Columbus that decided he ain’t too old to help and he’s still got what it takes to make his one big move to save Chicago with his little gang before he retires as mob boss. Uncle Charlie is coming back!

Thank you!!

Candy

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piscesbarnes · 6 years ago

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a freak in the making [4] → bucky barnes

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: jealous!bucky. dom/sub. smut. overstimulation. unprotected sex. FILTH.

prompt: bucky just wants to get the point across that you’re his and he’s yours.

bucky couldn’t get you out of his head. his cheek was pressed against your chest; you had insisted on holding him for a change (he liked it). what was he to you and vice versa? when you came to your senses, would you think he was taking advantage of you? he didn’t like to think about that, he liked to make sure you were comfortable at all times. a part of him was hoping that you wouldn’t wake up one day and just regret everything, it’d crush him. sure, it was just sex, but it meant something to him. as ironic as it was, the sex was filthy good but significant to him. you had trusted him to be of your firsts of many, had that meant anything to you? he caressed your skin as he delved into deep thought, your tired giggle is what pulled him from your thoughts.

“how long have you been awake bucky?” your hand clasped over his, intertwining with his. you brought your connected hands to your lips, kissing his knuckles.

“just a few minutes,” he lied. before you could respond, tony’s voice rang throughout the house, sending an announcement to everyone.

“hello, good morning. as you know, tonight is pepper’s birthday. just a reminder, i’m throwing an extravaganza. it’s tonight, be on the roof by 7.” it was a pre-recorded message, you knew because he was out of town at the moment, getting a suit tailored in dubai.

you rolled to face him, he’d already been looking at you with such adoration. you couldn’t help but smile at him, reaching over to tuck his long hair from his face. he wanted to ask you so badly to accompany him at the party, but he was afraid of what you’d say.

“i should go,” you spoke quietly. “i’ll see you later.” you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering for longer than it should’ve. you quickly slipped out from under his duvet.

he already missed you. he thought it was cliche of him to catch feelings, it made him soft.

“hey buddy,” sam waltzed into bucky’s room. “woah!�� he staggered back drammatically, taking in bucky’s room.

“don’t you know how to knock?” bucky hissed, wrapping his sheets around his tighter. sam ignored bucky’s question, jaw dropping in realization. he pointed to the door behind him, referencing to how he’d seen you sneak on the elevator.

“you’re screwing y/n.” was all sam said, eyes wide with shock. he was surprised. no doubt, he saw you as a confident, strong woman who could get anyone but he’d thought you’d have... a type. he wasn’t sure what he thought your type was, but he didn’t think it was bucky.

“i’m not screwing her.” bucky rolled his eyes. it was true. sure, they were having intercourse, but he’d never penetrated her. not yet at least.

“yes you are, your room reeks like sex and you have a gap in your closet space because they’re in hers.” bucky squinted his eyes and looked towards the closet door that had been slid open in the slightest. sure enough, there was more than a few missing shirts. “you know what, i’m not gonna pretend like i didn’t know because i did. and i’m not gonna tease you about it now, when i can take my time and do it later. now, come on homeboy, we’re going to the spa.” bucky appreciated that.

“spa?”

“yeah. steve said tony wanted us to look and dress our best. we’re getting facials and a massage.” sam didn’t seem fazed at the idea of getting pampered, in fact, he encouraged it. if steve hadn’t brought the idea up, sam would have.

“oh, wonderful! so glad you made it,” tony greeted bucky as he entered from the staircase. it wasn’t like bucky had a choice either. “pepper’s talking to some of the other guests, help yourself out with some drinks.” this tony was different. he wasn’t his normal smart ass, he was actually being...nice. bucky didn’t wanna stay too long and chat about it. he quickly thanked the man and slipped into the party.

bucky spotted you almost instantly, seated at the bar. you wore a dark red sequin dress. it complimented your brown skin tone. it was short, exposing most of your thighs; if you bent over to fix the strap on your heels, he’d be able to see the handprint he’d left from the night before. your hair was pulled up into two pom poms. jesus, you looked beautiful as ever and he was sure him and the boys spent a longer time getting ready. you were seated next to wanda, listening as she drunk-babbled on and on about the old lady at the bakery.

a man approached the bar, ordering himself a coke and rum. bucky squinted when the man turned to face you. he knew that man. brock rumlow, an agent who he’d seen at the gym countless times. he was an egotistical asshole who thought he was superior to everyone in the building just because tony vouched for him. in the past, that is. brock was fired almost a year ago, so how he was even at the party was a question.

brock was talking to you. buckg knew the conversation wouldn’t last long, you were usually reserved and only spoke when you needed to. you were never the type for small talk, only with people you were comfortable with. he expected you to give a curt, short response before turning back to wanda- wait a second, were you laughing at something brock had said? what could have he possibly said? bucky had never been on good terms with brock, but nonetheless he would never pitch brock as the humorous time. bucky didn’t have the chance to stop himself, his legs were carrying him faster than he could realize.

before he knew it, he was approaching you. his hand brushed against the middle of your waist as he brushed his lips across your cheek, mumbling a greeting. you jumped in surprise. you were a spy, you felt him coming before his legs even moved. you just didn’t expect him to show such affection. in public. while you were unsure of what you two were.

“hi sweetness,” bucky took a second to take you in. the shade of red painted on your lips matched your dress. you had unintentionally matched bucky for the night, a dark red button-up shirt dressing his torso.

“hey buck.” you returned the kiss on the cheek, still blinking in bewilderment. bucky turned to the man beside him.

“correct me if i’m wrong,” bucky squinted his eyes and snapped his fingers. “brody?” what a petty man. of course he knew who brock was.

“brock, actually.” brock corrected, an amused glint in his eyes. “brock rumlow. i’m quite surprised you’ve never heard of me. i was quite the companion to mr. stark.”

“oh! that’s right, rumlow! you’re the man who almost got his girlfriend killed.” a bad call on a mission. it almost costed pepper’s life. tony couldn’t accept any explanation or apologies, especially when it came down to pepper’s life. brock narrowed his eyes at the super soldier, eyes trailing to where you’d been perched up on a stool.

“brock, this is bucky.” you awkwardly introduced, straightening your back.

“i didn’t realize you were seeing anyone y/n.” brock smiled, fake of course. he knew you and bucky weren’t dating. you didn’t want someone as broken as he was. you needed a real man.

“sorry, it never came up.” you didn’t deny yours and bucky’s relationship, which was a first. bucky almost had to do a double take. so did brock. “now, if you’ll excuse me, my man and i will be leaving now.” you slid off the stool and pulled bucky along.

you made a beeline to pepper, greeting her with a smile and a hug. she was dressed from head to toe in designer, courtesy of tony stark. pepper was a simple woman, she didn’t need anything fancy. but tony encouraged her to go all out, otherwise she’d be insulting him.

“thank you guys for coming. i know tony can be a little much, but thank you for showing up anyway.” pepper smiled at you and bucky. an unexpected couple. she thought you would’ve gone for sam or steve, you were so close with them. but strangely, she liked you two together.

“of course pepper, we wouldn’t have missed it for the world. happy birthday.” you gave her a warm smile, bucky’s hand returning to the middle of your back, leaning down to press a kiss to pepper’s cheek.

“pepper! oh my gosh, i haven’t seen you since high school!” the birthday girl was soon pulled away, leaving you and bucky to yourselves.

“‘my man’, huh?” bucky finally spoke, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. you rolled yours with a gentle but playful scoff.

“i wouldn’t have said that if you didn’t come up to me like a jealous boyfriend.” you murmured back, ignoring the eyes he shot at you.

“jealous boyfriend? me? of brock? no way.” bucky tried to deny. but he even knew himself. he wanted to scare off brock and every other man whose eyes were on you like you were a piece of meat. even if it wasn’t official, you were his. he wasn’t ready to let everyone else have you.

“so, you’d come up to me any other day, kissing my cheeks and whispering pet names?” you questioned.

“well yeah, only if you like it.” bucky shot back. he wasn’t sure if you two were arguing, but when the words fell from his mouth, he could see your eyes soften up.

”could i have everyone’s attention?” tony cleared his throat, pacing to the center of the room with a microphone in his hand. “first of all, i want to thank everyone for coming to pepper’s birthday extravaganza. pepp?” he held his hand out. she joined him at the center of the room.

bucky quickly glanced around. everyone’s eyes had been averted towards the couple, smiling and laughing as tony made a few jokes about their relationship. he slowly slid his hand down your back, his hand resting on your ass. you had been too caught up in tony’s speech to notice. that was until he gave it a cheeky squeeze. you quietly gasped, leaning into his arms. you could hear him chuckling lightly.

it wasn’t until tony got down on one knee and pulled out a velvet box that everyone began whistling and shouting. bucky took that opportunity and pulled you away. he trailed down the staircase and shoved you into the elevator. before the doors even shut, he had you pressed against the wall. his mouth met yours hungrily. he had longed for you, even if the last time he had you was 10 hours prior. he needed you again and again.

your fingers dug into his shoulders, letting him know that you wanted him too. his hand gripped one of your thighs, hiking it up as he stepped in between your legs, to keep them open. his fingers quickly found your bundle of nerves, twiddling with your clit as he kissed you so harshly.

“bucky,” you whimpered against his mouth. he nipped at your lips in response, the wetness between your thighs soaking his fingers. “want you.”

“what is it that you want sweetness?” his fingers ran in between your folds, collecting your slickness. you moaned against him, your thighs struggling to stay open. he was so frustrated, he didn’t even notice the lack of panties. though, he’d probably punish you for it later.

“want you in me. not your fingers, your cock.” you choked out. the words that left your mouth had bucky over the moon. of course he wanted to be in you, he planned to be your first everything. this wasn’t how he pictured it though.

“are you sure baby?” he pulled away, eyeing the lipstick that had smeared. you panted thickly, so lustfully blown away. you nodded your head furiously, you needed him. “wanna hear you say it. ask for it like a good girl.” bucky tutted.

“i want your cock in me, please bucky, please.” you begged, desperation leaking with every word. your sweet voice with those sinful words? a perfect match for trouble. bucky groaned as your words sunk in.

“again.” he demanded.

“bucky,” you whined impatiently. “i want you to raw me. make me cum with your cock. make me cry. please.” there it was.

the elevator door opened and you were on bucky’s floor. he dragged you to his room, unlocking it with his hand and slammed it shut, ordering FRIDAY to not let anyone in for the rest of the night.

you yelped when bucky tore the dress from your body. he was an animal. a savage. and it was all because of you. you reached out to try and help him out of his pants, but he smacked your hands away with a hiss as he lightly nudged you onto his bed.

bucky’s mouth roamed all over your chest, speckling kisses along your collarbones as he left love bites within his reach. he settled in between your legs, the material of his dress pants rubbing against your swollen clit. he ground his hips against yours, forcing moans to spill from your lips.

“fuck, you’re soaked.” he could feel you dampening his ralph lauren dress pants, not that it’d matter since it was stark’s money. you were a mess of a puddle in his hands. you were whimpering and begging, he swore he’d never heard such a beautiful noise. your resistance to take what you wanted was unbelievable, he guessed it was your submissiveness to him, needing permission from him for anything.

“bucky, please.” your body was getting warmer and warmer by the second. ask and you shall receive; bucky applied more pressure to your clit. the pleasure was so deliciously good, you felt as if you could come just from that alone. and you did.

bucky gasped in awe, staring down in amazement at your body. “did you just?-“ you could only shudder in response, shaking as euphoria filled every fiber in your body. he could only hold you with the other arm, peppering kisses along your neck. “my sweet, sensitive girl. you came just from that?” you could hear him mumble across your skin. “oh, i’m gonna have so much fun with you sweetness. i’ll make you cry alright.”

without warning, bucky pushes in his middle and ring finger. you let out a moan, throwing your head back at his pillows. you had barely calmed down from your first release and he was already trying to get you to another? he set a brutal pace, wiggling his fingers against every muscle in you aa he pumped them into you. he used his thumb to play with your swollen, sensitive clit. you were a squirming mess under him.

“bucky, bucky, bucky.” you chanted like a mantra. like he was your god and he’d save you from the overwhelming pleasure that had become of you. he did, however, save you in another way. your stomach tightened once more, the all too familiar tingling making your toes curl and arch your back. “bucky, i- i wanna come, please, please.” you whined.

“mm, not yet sweetness,” he curled his fingers once more. “need to stretch you out a bit for my cock, isn’t that right? but you’re so wet, i bet i could just slip right in. it’d be a snug fit.” bucky stretched you out alright. and just with his fingers. “aw, you wanna come so badly, don’t you?” bucky purred against your ear, taunting you as he hung your release over your head. you nodded vigorously, not trusting yourself with your mouth. “the second you come, i’m squeezing my cock in there. you hear me?” he was challenging you. you wanted his cock more than anything, but you knew if you came, you’d be so overwhelmed with his cock too. you were going to torture yourself with this pleasure and he loved it. he was going to obliterate you, you loved it just as much. “come, baby, come.” he keened so sweetly, his words dripped with mischief. you imagined his fast-moving fingers was his cock, hitting you in all the right places. you wanted him raw, you wanted to feel him skin on skin. you were his after all. the thought was enough to push you over. you were a sensitive one today, weren’t you? he’d get a kick out of it later. he didn’t stop moving his fingers just yet, he kept fucking you through your orgasm. he took your breath every time. your panting was uneven at this point, bucky kissing you through your release. more like, he kissed your open mouth, taking the opportunity to nip at your lips. your senses were a hundred percent off the walls. you winced as he pulled his fingers out of you and you braced yourself. you could barely open your eyes before bucky prompted you once more.

“you sure you want this sweetness?” his voice was soft this time, not like when his voice was spewing downright sin. you nodded you head, almost incapable to with how blissed out you already were. “you sure you can take it?” he peppered kissed along your neck as you caught your breath. “count to five for me.”

“one......two.... three... four,” you felt a wet kiss on your forehead, your heart beating so fast. “five.” you looked up at him with confusion as the blurred vision finally centered on him hovering over you. he promised you to fuck you and he wasn’t.

“just wanted to make sure you were okay to say yes. always want your consent babylove.” the petname made your heart flutter quicker than it was beating earlier. this time his soft voice was laced with so much concern. his big blue eyes really showed you how much he cared, he wanted you to want him too.

“i want it. of course with you, i trust you.” your hoarse voice spoke. bucky nodded his head, connecting your lips again. his lips were slightly chapped, adding a searing burn to the kiss. bucky must have pulled his trousers off while you were fuzzed out from your orgasm. you could feel the head of his cock poking at the hood of your clit. he circled it over your clit, just like the last time, the memory sending a beautiful sensation down your spine.

soon, the tip was leaking with precome and prodding in between your folds towards your entrance. he slipped in slowly, the new feeling catching you off guard. it didn’t hurt, just... new and uncomfortably weird. bucky kept his eyes shut, inhaling sharply as he tried to hold his composure. you were so warm and wet around him, you squeezed his cock in all the right places.

“fuck,” bucky was practically shaking. you were so heavenly around him. you felt soft like the velvet on his couch you gave your first blowie to him. you craned your neck up, pressing your soft lips against his hot skin. he was equally sweaty as you were, if not more.

“more, please, i want it.” you encouraged weakly. you were already so spent, but you could do another if it meant getting him weak. he inched just a few centimeters and you knew it wasn’t enough because you could tell he needed to let loose. maybe you should’ve asked him if he would be able to do this. “give it to me bucky.” you whined, encouraging him to push in more. you craved this as much as he did, maybe he craved it more, but it was just this first bump you needed to push through. he regained his composure before slowly sinking into you completely, causing you to gnaw on your bottom lip. he was bigger than his fingers, the stretch burned so good. bucky didn’t move a muscle, knowing if he did, he may come. you moved your hands under his dark red dress shirt, you ran your fingers down his skin. he cursed under his breath, letting his head fall on your shoulder. he mumbled something and a moment, you only nodded, rubbing his back as bucky muttered to himself in romanian. you didn’t realize how attractive it was until you clenched around him out of impulse.

oh, the growl that left his chest... you were soaked before, but now you were drowning his cock in your slippery, warm pussy. and he loved every moment of it.

bucky took a deep breath as he pulled out slowly, watching his cock reappear from being submerged in you. your juices coated his cock so thickly, you were going to ruin him for sure. he could hear your soft, little whimpers from underneath him about being a good girl and wanting your reward to be his release. you begged for him to use you. these filthy words, he wouldn’t have imagined coming out of your mouth a few weeks ago, when you were sucking his cock for the first time.

“bucky!” you squirmed from underneath him, wanting for him to get a move on it. he just couldn’t. he didn’t want to bust so quicky and with how your walls hugged him, he knew he would.

“sweetness,” he said with a warning tone, gripping your hip to keep you from moving. you blinked a few times, looking up at him with a pout. “be a good girl.”

“but i-“ he gave you a stern look, causing you to shrink back into the palm of his hands again. you were quite wrapped around his fingers. “yes, sir.” his cock twitched inside you at the word. his eyes squinted at you. what game were you playing at?

“fuck it.” bucky grumbled to himself, pinning your hips down as he thrust against you slowly. each push of his hips took your breath away, he was knocking the air out of you. you squealed every time his cock returned back to its rightful place, in you. the mix of the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the sounds that left your lips had him weak. this was his fantasy. to hear how vocal you would be with your pussy filled with his cock.

“fill me up bucky,” you moaned against the shell of his ear. you had this power over him, he wasn’t sure if you knew of your own abilities. if you did, he was fucked. “come on baby.” he began to pick up his pace, this was what he was holding back, all of this frustration. his pace was deadly, he really couldn’t control it and he was worried you wouldn’t be able to take it. your screams and moans said more than enough. your walls quivered around him, the funny feeling in your tummy returning. but you wouldn’t allow yourself to come until he did.

“mm, you feel so good sweetness.” bucky almost slurred. he was so drunk off you, he would be in you all day if he could. “fuck, i don’t know if i’m gonna last longer... fuck!” the head of his cock all but brushed against your g-spot. your walls fluttered feverishly around him, squeezing him so tightly. not only was he drowning, but he was suffocating. he loved it. he only quickened his hips.

“bucky! please, please! come, i want it, i want you to come.” of course, anything you asked, he’d oblige. your legs were beginning to shake, your stomach had tightened so much from trying to push back your release. but bucky wouldn’t come until you did. he didn’t want to come and not bring you there, he’d feel terrible.

so it was like a silent game, seeing who could come first. it was a close game. bucky wasn’t far long behind you, he was catching up quickly. if only you could hold on for just a little-

“come sweetness. be my good girl, want you to be a good girl and come. soak me, squeeze me.” his gritty voice against your neck was enough to push you over the edge. again, your vision went out as you saw stars. you could feel tears brimming your eyes as they pushed passed your water ducts. you tried so desperately to catch your breath, but was only left in pants as your heat clenched violently as if it were a heartbeat. “fuck baby, oh my god.” bucky grunted in the crook of your neck as his hips began to stall, coating your walls with his cum. your heat milked him for every little drop he had. you let out a shaky breath, cooing cluelessly through your euphoria.

bucky brushed your hair from your face, peppering kisses along every inch of surface he could as he pulled out. you let out a dramatic gasp, still in a daze and bucky tried to call and beckon you down from cloud nine.

you sighed in bliss as you returned bucky’s kisses, rubbing his back, drawing circles as your fingers went. you could feel his cum leaking from in between your legs, dribbling down onto his sheets.

“hi my babylove,” bucky said sweetly, looking as blissed out as you did. he didn’t know he needed your pussy like that.

“hm, hi bucky.” you were even more tired. three orgasms in a night was quite the few for you. he kissed your lips so suddenly, making you giggle at his scruff touching your face.

“you okay?”

“i feel great. are you?” you popped the question. bucky looked around the room, eyes not missing any features before settling his eyes back fo you. a smile broke out on his lips, which you mirrored.

“i’m more than okay baby.”

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junjosekaimangalover · 5 years ago

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Who says I need to be fair? - Kurama X Tengu Reader

Kamisama Kiss ( Or Kamisama Hajimeshita ) X Reader Who says I need to be fair? - Kurama X Tengu Reader * Requested By ogsquidney * ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't own the Anime/Manga Kamisama Kiss ( Or Kamisama Hajimemashita ) nor do I own any of the characters from the series.

I hope you like this oneshot ogsquidney and I hope I did good. Enjoy~! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I arrived home and opened up my apartment door and placed my jacket on the chair next to me as I entered my kitchen, while taking my ponytail off and letting my hair down. I was about to make dinner and set things up when I heard heavy footsteps and someone calling my name. It was Kurama.

" Come On ( Y/N____ )! I said I was sorry."

" I heard you, I'm not deaf Kurama. " I replied.

" Then please quit ignoring me and accept my apology. " Kurama begged.

" I'm not ignoring you Kurama, I'm talking to you, aren't I? " I said back with a smile on my face.

" Well yes but- "

" Listen, I'm not mad at the fact that you are constantly surrounded by thousands of girls because they love and adore you. I get it, that is one of the perks of being a pop idol. However, I can't stand the fact that you always seem like you absolutely enjoy it. You seem to enjoy it a little too much and it makes me feel like I'm not enough for you. " I said while my shoulders dropped slightly and I set the pot I had in my hand aside on the kitchen counter.

" Come on darling, you know for damn sure that is not true. You are the only girl for me and I can never get enough of you. " Kurama wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck as I unconciously wrapped my own arms around his back and pulled him forward to me.

" Oh Kurama, that's not fair when you do that. It's a foul play on your part. " " I know but that's how I can get you to forgive me easily and fast. Why don't you just admit that you can't resist me? " Kurama winked at me as his hands wandered a little lower below my waist.

" Hon, I never said that I couldn't resist you. " I grinned and kissed his lips.

" That's my little tengu..... " He purred a little while pulling my shoulder sleeve down a little.

" You're a tengu too silly. " I pulled away and backed away from him.

" I'm aware, why are you backing away? "

" Becuase if we continue this little session then we won't get any dinner nor any sleep tonight. " I replied while pulling my upper sleeve back up on my shoulder.

" I got my meal right here and who said I wanted any sleep? " He hugged me from behind so tightly that I couldn't even wiggle my way out.

" Don't be silly Kurama. We have school tomorrow and I want the ability to walk ok and not have bruises on 80% of my body. " I turned my head slightly to meet his eyes.

" So call in sick so that way I can have you all to myself when I get home. " Kurama nibbled on my ear and I accidently let out a small moan.

" Kurama....I said no. "

" But that moan you let out said yes. " He continued to nibble down my pride bit by bit.

" Kurama, I can't but I'll make it up to you. " I whispered in his ear.

" Oh? How so? " He grinned, he loves being rewarded by me whenever he get the chance.

" Since tomorrow is friday, I will let you do whatever you want, whenever you want, for how as long as you want. This offer will last until Monday morning. " I winked back at him.

" Are you serious? " Kurama asked with little wide eyes.

" Have I ever lied to you babe? " I tilt my head.

" Bless the gods, I love you (Y/N___) " He kissed me with such force that it literally almost knocked me off my feet.

" Careful Kurama! You'll crush me if you do it that hard. " I laughed slightly.

" Oh sorry. " Kurama replied.

" Now how about I fix our dinner, watch a little TV and then hit the hay? " I asked.

" Sounds good. " ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday Afternoon: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I walked through my High School hallways to get to the cafeteria and pursue to eat my lunch. I heard a big crowd coming through and figured that it must my boyfriend Kurama and his epic fangirls coming to trample me anytime now. I decided to ignore them and just have a peaceful lunch.

" Excuse me? "

" Hm? " I looked up to see an old familiar face above me.

" You're ( Y/N___ ), right? "

" Oh my gosh, Takahiro! Hey How have you been? What have you been up to? How are you here? " I kept asking questions because I was so excited to see my old best friend from when I was 12.

" Well I'm great now that I get to see you again here on a daily basis, I've been up to doing web design and moved back here to my old home because I've missed it and you so much and now I'm here talking to you. " He answered all my questions in one quick motion.

" I'm so happy that you're back, come on and let's talk. " I offered him a place to sit with me and we started chatting like a couple of crazy people. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kurama's POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to have lunch with my girlfriend today but the fangirls would not stop chasing me and giving my girlfriend the death look if she tried to come closer to me. I somehow managed to sneak my way to the cafeteria only to see my girlfriend getting close to a man I haven't seen around her before. He doesn't seem to be one of her male friends and I know because I've met them all. I walked a little closer and they were laughing like crazy, what could they be chatting about to make them laugh that hard.

" Hey ( Y/N_____ ), who's your new buddy? " I asked her.

" Oh hey honey, Kurama this is my old best friend Takahiro, Takahiro this is my new boyfriend Kurama. " She introduced me to him and I got this intsant bad feeling about him.

" It's a pleasure to meet Kurama, I see you all the time in music news. You are a big deal and I'm glad (Y/N____ ) got a good boyfriend. " Takahiro smiled towards me and I cringed a little.

. " So Takahiro, is this a permanent stay here or another temporary transfer one. " ( Y/N___ ) asked him.

" This is actually a permanent one this time. I'm glad I get to stay here. " Takahiro replied.

" That's great, I've really missed you and your advice over the years. "

" Well if you ever have any questions like you did last time, I'm always here for you. " I saw Takahiro hug my girlfriend. I don't like him at all.

" Well I actually have to go work now but how about we have lunch this weekend? "

" I actually can't, I got stuff to attend to this weekend but how about after school on next thursday? " " Sounds great. "

" Ok, awesome! I'll see you then. " ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your POV: -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------" So Kurama, how did you manage to get away from the whole group of fangirls who would trample anyone if they got close to you? " I smiled and rested my face on my hand.

" It's a mystery but it's not impossible love. " Kurama sat down and hugged me gently.

" I'm glad and what's the hug for? " I asked.

" Nothing, can't I just show my affection for the only one I love? " He replied.

" You can, no doubt about that but we're at school and there are rules about public displays of affection. " I replied while kissing his cheek.

" Oh don't be so strict and a goody goody. "

" I have to be a good girl, that's what you asked me to be a few nights ago, did you not? " I asked with a grin on my face.

" I did, didn't I? " Kurama replied.

" You did. "

" Damn, oh well. I didn't promise anything " Kurama kissed my neck and I giggled slightly.

" Kurama? "

" Yes love? "

" This sudden affection wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Takahiro came back into my life and that he is a man who has needs just like any man does. " I asked.

" Are you suggesting that I'm jealous? " He asked.

" I'm not suggesting, I'm saying you are. " I replied with a grin on my face.

" Fine, so maybe I am. It's not fair though. "

" Who said that I or life had to be fair? "

" Good point. "

" Honey? "

" Yes? "

" Don't be jealous, he is not mine for the taking nor would I take him when my heart is already taken by the wonderful Kurama. " I looked at him and kissed him passionately.

" Thanks love, come with me please. " Kurama took my hands and led me to our school rooftop and placed me on the ground.

" What are you thinking Kurama? " I asked.

" I'm thinking that no cameras or fangirls are here so I can have you for the takening. " Kurama came closer and closer to me and caputered my lips along with my heart.

" Oh honey... " I felt so much love in my heart for this man that I felt like I wanted to let go of my restrains for him right here and right now and wrapped him in them. I kissed him over and over again while he was busy running his hands all over my body. I love this man.

" I love you so much Kurama. " I run my hands through his red soft hair.

" That's the first time you've said that darling. "

" I know and I will continue to say it for the rest of my life. " I panted slightly.

" I love you more (Y/N___ ). "

" Not possible. " I smiled in our kiss. We continued to make out until Kurama suddenly stopped in the middle of our little session.

" (Y/N___ )? "

" Yes? What's wrong? "

" Your wings are showing. " Kurama pointed out.

" Oh I'm sorry, my mind was focused on other things that the spell wore off.

" I guess I'm to blame for that. "

" You are but it's ok, thanks honey. " I tried to compose myself and focus so that they would disappear just in case someone came up.

" Come on, we can continue this when we get home. " Kurama helped me up on my feet.

" Good idea. " My wings disappeared and I walked with Kurama out from the rooftop and out of the school. We walked together back to our home and rested easily. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " So honey? "

" Yes? " " This afternoon when you said that his heart wasn't yours for the takening, what did you mean by that? " He asked me.

" I meant that his heart was already taken by someone, his heart is taken by his wife. " I replied as I stirred the food in the pan while I was getting some more ingredients ready for our dinner.

" He's Married!??! " Kurama screamed.

" Yeah, I understand your reaction giving how young he looks. He's been married to her for over 4 years. " I explained.

" The dude is 17! He can't possibly be married. "

" He's 21, not 17. " I replied.

" Oh wow... "

" He does look 17, doesn't he? "

" Hell yeah. "

" Well don't worry about him. "

" How do you even know him? I've never even heard you mention him to me. "

" He was the first human who I told that I was a tengu and he accepted me for who I was, he also helped me out when I couldn't get a grasp on the concept of the human world. I never talked about him because his departure had me devastated and if I talked about him then I would freak out. " I explained.

" Oh I see. "

" Do you feel better Kurama? " I asked while setting the food from the pan onto our dinner plates and setting the plates onto the table.

" I guess but do you now that you've explained that? " Kurama asked me.

" I feel fine. " I replied.

" That's good but how about now? "

" What?- " I was cut off from Kurama kissing me the life out of me and me wrapping my arms around him. He broke off our kiss and looked into my hazy eyes.

" Better? "

" Oh much. " I kissed him back and hugged his waist. Kurama picked me up and we started to head to the bedroom.

" Now let me make my good little tengu feel something she hasn't felt in a while. " Kurama winked at me while I blushed.

" But what about the dinner, it'll get cold. " I asked.

" We could reheat and eat it later. For now, I'm going to enjoy my dessert first. " Kurama kissed my neck.

" O-Ok... " I blushed even deeper.

Oh this was going to be a long night but I did promise.....Oh how I love this tengu man. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well here is your oneshot, I hope I did you proud on it.

This is the quickest request I've gotten and made.

I hope you all enjoy this and I'm working on the other requests now but if any of you readers want to request one then by all means, please do so.

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real-bjd-recast-community · 5 years ago

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Undeniable proof that DollZone sold Volks recasts before becoming a “legit” company.

Taken by one of our Anons from a spanish BJD buy and sale group:

He was so kind to translate the text for us too:

"Hello, having seen the last events, and after having corroborating everything about my partner (significant other) BJD, we have discovered that is a copy of a copy (a recast). Even the box might have being forged, so he wanted to trow it away, but in stand, I though that maybe it might make someone happy, so it's at sale by only € 20 (twenty Euros). This is a symbolic price given that the shipping is included among all things in the pictures. The doll will be given away to someone who really wants him, please, avoid asking for it just to resell it later, remember this doll have being with my partner (significant other) for more than 10 years (who assumed it was legit), and all of this is extremely painful for him. So please, apply only if you are a person who wants to give this doll a loving home, either because you never had any other BJD or because you can't afford it, or because you need one in your life to help you. He will be shipped as you see him in the pictures with everything included. Thank you for reading this, I just hope that this brings some joy to someone else! Please remember that this BJD has some yellowing given that he is more than 10 years old. The back of the head cap doesn't fit perfectly but the wig fix it so this is not problem, it has some minor stains but overall is in very good shape."

We all know that DollZone started producing legit dolls from their own brand after 2008. This being said, DOA forums “conveniently” don’t mention it.

The sale post was promptly deleted by the user afterwards finding someone to give their recast away:

The poster lives in “Jalen”, Spain, Europe (this is relevant, we will be back to it later).

Now, this spanish owner and their S.O. can't be blamed at all.

Back 10 yrs ago or more, there wasn't any info about recast, the oldest stores explicitly selling recasts are marked from 2011, so it was a couple years later, and recasts came with no box or C.O. (or anything), so yes, they had one of the first wave “chinese recast” made by DollZone, a company that is chinese and nowadays screams in agony every time one of their dolls get recasted, when they where doing the same to Volks a little more than a decade ago with their products (yes, I'm that old to know this all first hand).

Also, back in the day we all knew DollZone was selling recasts, and NO ONE CARED (-because it was NORMAL, unlike people haunting down other legit companies nowadays telling "Oh gosh!, I think MiroDoll copies Iplehouse" and so on with companies that are CHEAP because ELITISTS just DON’T WANT new people in this hobby).

On an industry where BJDs are CONSTANTLY (-this isn't new to Final Fantasy Chocobos or Pokemons-) stealing without giving revenue (to the original artists and actors) the designs of "someone else character" (I even saw a “Barack Obama” BJD, I can't remember the name of the company, but was legit), really.., you are "pro artist" for the guys who steal art to sell their dolls (and I mean even big names, like Soom stealing "Vampire hunter D", or “5-StarDolls” stealing babyHellboy "Aiden" in red skin, or SoulDoll "SuicideSquad" Harley Quinn, or RamCube "R" from the zombie movie "Warm Bodies", examples are everywhere, only Volks and a very-VERY limited few others pay for the actual rights to sell their "based on" dolls characters fullsets).

So imagine it's beginning of 2003, and you live in a country where the only language that’s spoken is spanish (because yes, Spain is very protective of their language), very few spanish resident knows any other language in beginning 2000 other than their native. Internet sucks, there is no info about anything “BJD-related” and almost everyone calls then “dollfie” out of ignorance, and the few info there is, is in Japanese, Chinese, or English (if you are lucky). Can you really blame these people? they had the doll for a lifetime (+10 years), can you blame them for giving it away for free? and not (as "pro-artists" and "anti-recast" recommend) “burning it” or “trowing it away to the garbage”???

Let’s be honest, the worst problem about recasts is the lack of real reliable info about the whole picture.

There was very little people who saw how it all came down in the hobby down to this day, and those of us old enough mold the minds of newcomers with whatever lies (or truths) serves our “own interests” (like the older DOA forum elitists and mods telling lies about recasts). That’s why I encourage you all to actually ASK and look for OLDER information from NON-proartist people.

And talk about double standards, on DOA (and this is why it’s an awful place to be):

MiroDoll gets fully banned, but DollZone (even though once in a while seems to still copy other dolls), don’t. - ALL of this based on conclusions from people who knows nothing about anything comparing “one body to another” on their computers or cellphones. No official information. All speculation on behalf of “elitist pro-artist anti-recast” people.

This is because elitist (“pro artists“ or “anti recasts“, they are all the same), want people to get legit dolls but “cheap” and (to their standards) “ugly” (-like ResinSoul has being labeled a lot of times during the years, even after recasts {but before was worse}-).

A ResinSoul or Bobobie owner might get “banned” from the “cool places” because the doll was legit but SO CHEAP that “wasn’t a real BJD”. So they can recognize then as “cheap bastards” with “a sock dress” a “fussy fur wig” and “awful beginners faceup”, that wasn’t at “the same elitist standard” than their “super beautiful $700 fullset” (that actually costed $1500 with shipping and all, after 10 months of waiting, and don’t worry, they will let you know that for free so you can see “they are better than you”).

This is all there is for them, when a “cheap” company (like MiroDoll) starts making bodies that resemble the more expensive (and “beautiful”) brands, then “it must be a copy”, because elitists just CAN’T have new members with cheap affordable legit dolls that look like theirs. Basic high-school psychology.

Admin C

P.S. Not covering the seller account because it’s obviously a fake account on fb made to give away this doll, plus, it’s on Spain.

#bjd photography #bjd sales #dollzone #spain #let's be honest

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daehwifi · 7 years ago

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Annoyed - Jihoon Part.3

- admin min <3

genre: angst/fluff member: park jihoon word count: 1351 requested: yup side notes: sorry to everyone who was waiting for part 3 of the annoyed series but i finally managed to finish the story!

Suit yourself (y/n), but he’s not gonna give up.“ Jisung had said to you a week before

at the time you hadn’t known what he was talking about,

but throughout the week you had for sure grown to know what he had meant by now

Jihoon has began to show up at your front door everyday for the past week with not only breakfast but also flowers

you wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but yourself, but honestly your feelings for him were starting to comeback

and oh boy did it upset you

Why do I have to like him so much ” you’d complain everyday

“Because you love him simple as that ” Seungwoo would tease

“ Wow way to point out the obvious idiot ” Daniel replied as he gave seungwoo a little nudge on his arm

“Can you both not say that I am so not in love with that kid ” you huffed out as you stomped your way back to your seat

“ Sure you don’t (y/n) and Jihoon totally isn’t in love with you either ” Seungwoo retorted back as he rolled his eyes

“ Woah what’s with everyone today and throwing around rumors? ” you questioned

The annoyance you had just moments ago had disappeared as it the curious side of you had replaced it

“ you’re always saying that crap and I’m already sure that he doesn’t like me even a little bit ” you retorted

“ he’s just apologizing because he can’t stand the fact that someone who usually so easy with him is finally standing up to him for once ” you added on to your previous statement

and at that you could see everyone at the table rolling their eyes so far back that the white of their eyes could be seen

“ You’re REALLY blind aren’t you y/n ” Sungwoon had pitched in from afar

you sighed as there was no way in hell that you were winning this argument with the boys

on your way home from the cafe session with the guys the cold winter air had once again began nipping at your cheeks

it reminded you a little too much of that day, that day when all the comfort between you both had somehow managed to vanish in the span of three minutes

how everything seemed to break for you in that moment

and as much as you lied to yourself that it didn’t affect you, and that you could easily get on without Jihoon in your life, it was all a lie

it didn’t take a detective to figure out that you were head over heels for him, hell a random person off the street could’ve been able to tell

anyone and everyone noticed how the moment you laid your eyes on him, you would perk up and immediately your day seemed to be 1000x better

’ it’s just a matter of time before I completely get over him ’ you’d think

but obviously that wasn’t happening anytime soon

you huffed as you realized that he wasn’t going to be going anywhere

why did he have to make it so hard for you?

over the next few weeks it started to appeal to you how hard Jihoon was actually trying to win you back to the relationship you had both had established before

you didn’t want to admit it to any of the boys but your heart sped up at the mere thought of him

it was one day that Jihoon had showed up at your door step with a large bouquet of roses paired with your favorite foods, that everything took a turn for the better

you were frozen in your spot as you felt your heart pounding in your chest, legs suddenly going weak

it felt like a dream, to see the boy that you were oh so in love with standing at your door looking like he cared for you more than anyone else.

even Jihoon himself looked like a dream, the few intricately designed snowflakes fell down on his dark brown hair that framed his delicate face

“ y/n can you let me in instead of staring? It’s kind of really cold ” he stated as a few coughs emitted from his lips

“ oh! Oh my gosh Jihoon I’m so sorry! ” you said as you opened the door wider taking the items out of his hand, setting them down next to your couch

“ I’m so sorry you must be freezing! What’s wrong with me oh my gosh I’m sorry Jihoon ” you spilled out so many apologies as he could basically hear the worry drip from your voice

as you ushered him to sit in the couch you took your blanket and wrapped it around him

looking up at Jihoon you had met his eyes, and as much as you could already feel the blush that was creeping up onto your cheeks you still managed to ask if he was warmer now

and even as he assured you he was fine you had still rushed to the kitchen to make him his favorite type of hot chocolate

the water had taken what seemed like forever to boil and you were were highly impatient waiting for it

handing Jihoon his mug full of the beverage, you took a seat next to him on the couch

“ I’m sorry… ” you mumbled again, and although it was almost inaudible Jihoon had still managed to catch it

“ I’m fine you don’t have to keep apologizing y/n ” he replied as a smile formed on his soft lips

“ you’re coughing ” you stated

“ wow I didn’t notice..” he started sarcastically as you rolled your eyes

to be honest you weren’t exactly mad at the shivering boy on your couch anymore, the feeling had become neutral with the month that had passed

and sitting next to him at such a late hour looking at all the effort he had put into making you feel better, had stirred up something inside of you

“ Why are you here anyways? ” you asked as your eyes trailed their way up to meet his tired ones

Jihoon had seemed to hesitate for a brief second

“ Uh.. I’m.. I’m here to apologize and to tell you something I’ve needed to get off my chest for a while now. ” he replied as you curled up onto the couch as a sign for him to continue

“ Well… I don’t know where to start.. first off I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry for what I said that day. I was stupid and I wasn’t thinking and I’m not at all blaming you for my selfishness. And.. ” he paused almost seeming to rethink everything before he continued

“ And I like… no scratch that, I love you.. and I have loved you since the moment I saw you had a crush on some other boy in the 5th grade. ” He looked up at you with hopeful spark in his eyes as if begging you to say you loved him too.

“ That’s great and all Jihoon… ” you trailed as you saw his face drop

“ I’m just kidding I’m hopelessly in love with you too ” you chuckled as his expression lit up, much like your already assembled Christmas tree.

next thing you knew Jihoon had already engulfed you into a tight hug showering you with small pecks

and you knew you couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment.

it had been 3 hours since Jihoon had come over to your house, and those few hours were spent cuddling and watching your favorite holiday movies on the couch

you honestly would’ve never seen this moment coming in your whole life, not if it hadn’t been for the stupid fight

you really had to give the rest of the boys credit for putting all the stupid ideas in your head that Jihoon really did love you

but if it weren’t for their constant consoling ( nagging ) you wouldn’t of been able to spend a cold November night snuggled into Jihoon’s arms

the movie in the background playing had made it seem like even more of a a dream, as all you both could think of was the other.

Part 1 Part 2

#park jihoon #jihoon #jihoon park #wannaone #wanna one #wannaone jihoon #wanna one jihoon #wannaone imagines #wannaone scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #drabble #produce 101 #produce 101 season 2 #produce 101 jihoon

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scrapyardboyfriends · 7 years ago

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18 September 2017

[Outside in the Village with Aaron, Liv and Robert]

LIV: Do I have to go to school? It’s not really important to the Plot that I get an education. There’s not even a set. Besides, this uniform is a mess…

AARON: I promise I’ll find the iron I’ve probably never used in my life by the time you get home.

LIV: Oh what in that #Mess you call our home?

AARON: Yeah well I’m avoiding all of my problems including cleaning up after myself because the audience needs to know what a mess I am right now. But it’s loads better than it was before. Besides, when did you become my mum? She’s still on her Plot Hiatus.

*Robert drives by in the Porsche*

LIV: Forget being your mum. *Matchmaker Mode Activate* #OperationGetRobronBackTogether Hasn’t this Break Up Plot gone on long enough. The fans are #Exhaustedaf and would really like to move forward. So can’t you just work it out? He’s an idiot but he loves you.

AARON: Talking so directly about this goes against my *Denial Mode* so I’m going to have to ask you to stop but I promise if you go to school then I’ll get the hoover out and do some cleaning.

LIV: Fine. *Fingers crossed behind back*

*Super Secret Handshake of Adorableness* - for the fans -

AARON: See ya later!

LIV: Sooner than you think.

*Robert gets out of his Porsche*

*Mutual Pining From Afar Mode Activate*

AARON: #AreWeBackTogetherYet

ROBERT: #AreWeBackTogetherYet

*Bus Leaves*

LIV: #AreTheyBackTogetherYet #OperationGetRobronBackTogether

[The Cafe with Robert, Victim, Bob and Liv]

VICTIM: Here Robert, this bit of Plot came for you in the post today.

ROBERT: *Rips it open* *Oh right I bought this Face*

VICTIM: *Rips it out of his hand* Are you kidding me? A brochure for designing nurseries? Remember when I was designing the baby a nursery cause I was super obsessed with it and now I’m apparently not?!? #BestPlotFriendsNotForever

ROBERT: It’s for Rebecca. My scheme failed and I need a new in to take over Home Farm if you must know…except you can’t know that yet so forget what I just said. *Walks over to counter* Double Espresso please Bob. I need more caffeine than usual these days than my regular Americano because I’m not sleeping great since the break up and I’ve been using all of my sleeping pills to drug an old man. #RobertProblems

*Liv enters*

VICTIM: Liv!!! You’re back! I’ve not thought about you one second while you were away but I’ve missed you! *Hugs* Welcome Home!

BOB: Hey my Chief Donut Tester! What do you say we blow off the Plot today and do some taste testing!

LIV: Can’t, I’m on a mission! #OperationGetRobronBackTogether

VICTIM: When did you get back?

LIV: Couple of days ago. Robert and I had several scenes together. How could you not know I was back?! And clearly Rob couldn’t be bothered to tell you.

ROBERT: Didn’t have time. Weekends don’t exist here Liv and I was too busy protecting my scheme to bother.

VICTIM: Well I’d love to catch up but I have to go do some Diddy Diner work. You know that business I still supposedly have. Unless you want to come help me Robert?

ROBERT: I can’t. I’m scheming up at Home Farm.

VICTIM: Of course you are. Let me sound all bothered by this even though I literally begged you to go help Rebecca a few weeks ago. And all this nursery business? What has happened to you? It’s not like I’ve been pushing you to be a part of this baby’s life since the moment I found out it was yours…well I mean after I got over the massive betrayal that my BPFF didn’t tell me that her baby was related to me.

BOB: Here’s your double espresso!

VICTIM: For Father of the Year! Gosh I can’t believe I’m so bothered by the fact that you appear to actually care about your own child even though that’s all I wanted from you. I mean, can you believe him Liv? Caring about his child. Yep that same child that ripped your family apart and now I’m just shoving it in your face.

ROBERT: *Please shut up Victim Face*

VICTIM: *Incredulous about everything for some reason Face*

LIV: *God this is such a mess and I have to fix everything myself Face* #OperationGetRobronBackTogether

[Home Farm with Robert and Rebecca]

REBECCA: *On the phone* I still suck at business. Come in Robert. Oh look I lost another account. Damn.

ROBERT: *She’s struggling with the business but I’m not supposed to be helping with that anymore so I have to force myself to pretend to care about this baby I hate Face* *Just act casual* *Over Enthusiastic Voice* There’s some GREAT designer nurseries in here!!! Really! Look how happy I am about this!!! Is it working? Wow! I never thought I’d hear myself say these words…oh god…someone get me out of this Plot.

REBECCA: Actually Robert, because I suck so much at this business stuff, there’s no money to build a designer nursery. I certainly can’t ask Dad for the money.

ROBERT: Money? I love throwing money at my problems. I’ll pay for it.

REBECCA: It’s just a timing issue Robert…as in this whole Hell Plot was ill timed as well as ill conceived. Plus again…I suck at business.

ROBERT: Right well, I was conveniently right next to you when you got a call from that mysterious person wanting to invest. Now, I may or may not have set that up to give myself a way back in, but I’m not sure yet. Still, I think you should go for it.

REBECCA: Yeah but it was just an out of the blue thing! It’s probably a scam! #FailsToSeeIrony

ROBERT: Yeah but you don’t know that. You’re just making assumptions…kind of like on the paternity of this baby. #LetTheTheoryLive Anyway, you should call them and find out more.

REBECCA: Do you fancy a drink before we get into baby talk? Because that’s why you came up here. Because you just care soooo much about this baby. Have you seen my latest bump? Isn’t it huge all of a sudden. I can’t decide if it means something or props just didn’t want to bother with a lot of in between sizes.

ROBERT: Thanks for this segue so I can pick up this drugged bottle of brandy to remind the audience about it before what happens next.

REBECCA: You’re welcome. At least Dad’s not been drinking any of it lately. I’m so proud. Anyway, still two sugars?

ROBERT: Only when I’m depressed.

REBECCA: Well we’re all depressed by this Hell Plot and even though you’re so happy about this baby all of a sudden, you still radiate *Depressed about my failed marriage* so two sugars it is then.

ROBERT: *Shakes brandy bottle aggressively to once again drive home the point that it’s laced with drugs to the general audience* #Foreshadowing

[Home Farm with Robert, Liv and Rebecca]

*Angry Knocking*

REBECCA: I’m coming. Oh Liv. Perfect. Have you come to yell at me again?

LIV: Yep! Don’t bother being nice. I don’t like you. The fans don’t like you. And you know what, Robert doesn’t like you either.

ROBERT: *Runs downstairs* Liv! Stop ruining my plans! I’M GOING TO GO ALL SHOUTY MODE ON YOU SOON SO THAT REBECCA DOESN’T GET SUSPICIOUS!

LIV: Why were you upstairs? Are you two? Is all of the fandom panic right? Does the Plot want you two together?

ROBERT: No, of course not. But I have to pretend to care about the baby so that Rebecca keeps me around so I can take over Home Farm because I failed at my marriage and the last time I felt success before that was when I was running this place.

REBECCA: Listen Liv, I get that you’re upset. #Understatement

LIV: How does it feel standing in the way of two people who should be together if you hadn’t stuffed up and gotten pregnant? #SpeakingForTheFandom

REBECCA: This Plot isn’t all my fault. It takes two people to get pregnant and if I can shove the blame onto Robert I absolutely will.

LIV: Don’t speak to me like I’m five.

ROBERT: *SHOUTY MODE ACTIVATE* DON’T SHOUT AT HER LIKE THAT. ONLY I GET TO BE SHOUTY IN THIS SCENE!

LIV: Are you sticking up for her now? Only yesterday he wished that you and him never happened!

REBECCA: I think everyone can agree on that! #Understatement

ROBERT: *SHOUTY MODE* GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW LIV! STOP RUINING MY COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY SCHEMES!

LIV: SORRY ROB, NO CAN DO. REBECCA, HE SAID HE HATES YOU AND THAT STUPID BABY!!!

REBECCA: *Stunned Silence* - surprisingly no blinking -

ROBERT: *Oh Fuck please let me be able to talk my way out of this Face*

[Home Farm with Robert, Liv and Rebecca]

REBECCA: I’m having a moment of clarity. You both need to leave now.

ROBERT: *SHOUTY MODE* YOU DON’T ACTUALLY BELIEVE ALL THAT RUBBISH SHE’S SPOUTING? DON’T START GAINING SOME INTELLIGENCE NOW!

LIV: Oh so you didn’t say it? #ThisPlotSucks

ROBERT: YOU’LL SAY ANYTHING TO GET ME AND AARON BACK TOGETHER - please get me and Aaron back together. I miss him so much and I’m failing at it miserably because I’m just so full of bad life choices -

LIV: Are you calling me a liar? You’re the lying liar who lies!

ROBERT: YOU’RE CONFUSED AND ANGRY!

LIV: Yeah, I’m angry and so is most of the fandom. The only one that’s confused is you? Are you sure you understand your motivations for any of this?

ROBERT: IF YOU HAVEN’T GOT ANYTHING GOOD TO SAY JUST GET OUT! - I need a moment of peace to do some damage control -

REBECCA: I can’t deal with this Plot anymore. #Relatable *Leaves*

ROBERT: BEX! Wait! I need to do damage control. Liv, just go to school and DON’T COME BACK HERE BECAUSE YOU’LL RUIN MY CAREFULLY CRAFTED SCHEMES THAT WILL NEVER EVER HAVE ANY #UnintendedConsequences *Leaves*

LIV: *Emotionally Traumatized Face* Grabs Chekhov’s Brandy and the keys to the Porsche

[Home Farm with Robert and Rebecca]

ROBERT: She shouldn’t be taking it out on you. It’s me she’s really angry with since I just blatantly lied in front of her for the sake of my pointless scheming.

REBECCA: No no, this is on both of us, which makes me feel like a horrible person.

(FANDOM: It’s about time)

ROBERT: Well it won’t happen again. I’ll make sure she doesn’t interfere with any of my schemes again.

REBECCA: Really? *Unnervingly Rational Mode Activate* Now I should be furious with you but instead I’m going to calmly explain your better life options as though you didn’t just get outed for lying to my face. I can definitely do this whole baby thing on my own. You should get back with Aaron if you can. It’s what everyone wants. I would still let you see the baby. Everything would be fine.

ROBERT: Nope, I have to keep scheming. Every time I see Aaron, he tells me to stay out of his life. I know it’s the Plot trying to tell me it’s hopeless so now I have no choice but to focus on this Filler Plot instead which is absolutely all about you and the baby and definitely not about taking over Home Farm to satisfy my own inadequacy issues. Who cares about those pesky #UnintendedConsequences

REBECCA: *Unnervingly Rational* But Robert, even though I’ve been super annoyed by Liv for the past two days, I think that you were really hard on her and you should go see how she is.

ROBERT: You’re right. I should. I can feel the Plot pulling me in that direction. Thanks for the nudge.

REBECCA: Any time!

ROBERT: *Walks over to the table* Wait…my keys aren’t here?! Uh oh….

[Side of the Road with Liv, the Porsche and the Brandy]

LIV: *Drink Drink Drink, Key A Porsche* Take that! Robert Stupid Sugden #NotTheCar #Relatable

[Side of the Road with Robert and Liv]

ROBERT: *Drives Rebecca’s Tiny Car* #Amusing *Sees the Porsche and gets out* LIV! LIVVVV! LIVVVVVV! *rings her phone* *hears ringing* *Finds Liv passed out* *Sees Chekhov’s Drugged Brandy* #UnintendedConsequences *Genuinely Worried Mode Activate* Liv! Oh no, what have my poor life choices inflicted on you! Please be okay. This will definitely not help me get back with Aaron. Fuck! #IHateThisPlot *Calls Ambulance*

[The Woolpack with Aaron, Adam and Finn and Hotten General with Robert]

*Aaron enters*

AARON: You fancy a pint?

FINN: He needs more than that. He’s got an Eyesight Filler Plot going on.

*Phone Rings* *Aaron glances at it and puts it away*

ADAM: You not gonna answer that?

AARON: No, it’s Robert and I’m currently trying to avoid all things Robert. Especially the lingering feelings I have for him that just won’t go away. I even tried to aggressively hoover them away earlier but I don’t think it worked. Flat looks a bit better though. Anyway, he can do one.

*Phone Rings*

ADAM: Will you just answer it for Plot’s sake!

AARON: Fine. *Answers Phone* What?

ROBERT: *Genuinely Worried Mode* Why weren’t you picking up?!?!

AARON: *Sassy Mode Activate* I just have picked up.

ROBERT: I’m at the hospital. It’s Liv. You have to come now before my #UnintendedConsequences get any worse. #KarmaIsABitch

AARON: *Worried About Liv Mode* What’s happened?!?!?! *Runs off*

[Hotten General with Robert, Some Medical Professionals, Unconscious Liv, Aaron and Dr. Plot Device]

*Liv gets wheeled in*

ROBERT: *Protective Liv Mode Activate* Liv! Liv! Liv!

MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL: I’m sorry, you can’t go in there.

ROBERT: But this is all my fault cause one of my plans went wrong again and she was the #UnintendedConsequence and she’s only a kid and she needs me! #INeedHer

MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL: Can you tell us what she may have taken?

ROBERT: Ummm…this is Liv, I should be honest, cause it actually matters to me. Umm…a bottle of brandy and uhh…some Diazapam that I was drugging the grandfather of my unborn child with.

MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL: *What the hell is wrong with you Face*

ROBERT: She’s gonna be okay though right? Cause this will definitley ruin things for sure with Aaron and I really can’t be alone forever. Do you see what happens when I’m on my own?!!! It’s bad!

MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL: We’ll do everything we can to fix your mistakes.

*Aaron enters*

AARON: *Panicked Protective Liv Mode* *Touches Robert Unnecessarily For Comfort and Old Time’s Sake* Where is she?

ROBERT: She’s unconscious because I’m an idiot but let me make up a whole bunch of lies about how I found her because why not dig myself in even deeper than I already am.

DR PLOT DEVICE: Mr. Sugden

ROBERT: Hello Dr Plot Device, meet Aaron. Aaron, this is Dr Plot Device. He’ll be playing the part of your potential Love Interest this week, which I’m sure will really piss me off and make me really sad. Oh yeah…and he’s Liv’s brother.

AARON: Hey, I really don’t care about you. I just want to see my sister.

DR PLOT DEVICE: You can see her when she wakes up. And Robert, thanks for that lovely introduction. Now, let me ruin your standing in Aaron’s eyes a bit more so that he’s more likely to look my way later this week, by dropping you right in it. Aaron, Liv had diazepam in her system. Ring any bells for you?

AARON: *Putting the puzzle pieces together Face* Thanks Doc, it does. See you later.

ROBERT: *Runs away from Aaron down the hall*

AARON: *Grabs and slightly strokes Robert’s arm* Not so fast. I know you way better than other people. The Plot let me find that little blue pill for exactly this reason. What are you up to and how did my sister get caught up in it?

ROBERT: First, you need to calm down…

AARON: We’ve had enough of these scenes for you to know that that’s not going to happen. Just tell me.

ROBERT: Well, to recap for you. Liv came up to Home Farm to have a go at Rebecca for being a Plotstacle standing in the way of our true love and happiness. Things got heated because she was going to blow my scheme to Rebecca and I couldn’t have that. And then she stole my car.

AARON: Oh this just keeps getting better and better #RelatableAF

ROBERT: Oh and she might have stolen a bottle of brandy that I had laced with diazepam…I really hate that I can’t lie to you.

AARON: *Wall Shove* - For the fans - #Nostalgia #NowKiss

ROBERT: Look Liv didn’t know about the diazepam. It was meant for Lawrence not her. It’s just a Filler Plot Aaron! It doesn’t have to mean anything!

AARON: Oh so drugging your unborn child’s granddad is so much better! If your Filler Plot Scheme gets my *Voice Break* gets my sister killed then I will end you! #CasualDeathThreats #Foreplay

ROBERT: *Oh god I hate this Plot and this mess I’m in and now I’m utterly heartbroken because now there really is no hope and he might as well flirt with Dr Plot Device Face* #ThisPlotSucks #AreWeBackTogetherYet

#robron #emmerdale #plotdale #i hope this doesn't suck #i don't know how much longer I can keep doing these every episode #i'm starting to get burnt out

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historic-homosexual · 6 years ago

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Pls pls pls do all the oc questions!!

jokes on you I was already doing that and planned on just putting it out there but now I can use this as an excuse,,hah someone wants to know thisI’m sorry for how long some parts got, I noticed how much I wrote on Célestin and tried to keep it down from then but that didn’t completely work,,,And actually I dare/tag you to do these too. I know that ain’t normal proceedure w ask memes but I do a thing called what I want

1. Your first OC ever?

I think my first oc was your typical mary sue, named Angel, whom I used for basically every fandom I got in then. I’ve since reworked her because I couldn’t leave her the mess she was lmao

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Not really, tho I have to admit I have some that I’m especially fond of, but that’s still like half of my ocs

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

Not a full character but a friend of mine made the design for Charlie years ago

4. A character you rarely talk about?Sadly that’d also be a couple of em, for example Eleonore or Otávio or my monster ocs

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

That’s a difficult one…Brist is pretty worked out and good so maybe him, or Eligos bc I’m proud of their design

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

I’d never noticed it before this but Seth and Elijah oh geez

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?I have a bunch of ocs that are part of my own work, which I refer to as ‘Golden Empire’

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

I privately rp w @spokoystviye, namely our ocs Regulus and Adelais. We used to do Gregory and Jason too but ever since we worked on the time it plays in that’s stopped lmao.

So Regulus it is: Regulus Whitlock, living in France during the French Revolution. He’s originally from England, where he grew up the son of a Blacksmith. Regulus is exceptionally tall for the time he lived in, very soft hearted and believes in “dressing like a gentleman,behave like a bastard”. Most part of his life he works as a Blacksmith from his shop, that he took over from his father after the man died. Regulus took on a ‘side job’ as a hunter, smart, a good shot and with a great need to help people. But he’s of too good nature, ending up taking in a Vampire of all things, despite better judgement, not able to leave the woman to her death.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

I don’t think I could give an oc to a random person, that is one that I’ve worked w a lot. Just making a design and such for the purpose of giving it away in the first place would be fine

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

Gerwyn is relatively complicated to draw solely because his base design is full body armor lmao. Besides him maybe Susanna and Nathanael since their design is hard to make it look accurate especially without colouring it

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Seth, definitely, he’s the most positive and sweet of all my Ocs

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

Both @bruhchantite and @spokoystviye have ocs I love, like Bruhs Arcana Oc Nien, whom I like a lot, and Leander has Adelais who’s a sweet baby deserving protection [also Adelean is hot shit]

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? There are quite a few I’d say lmao

But most of them I’d consider more violent than troublemaker, so Jonathan probably (whos still violent but who was a troublemaker even before that)

14. Tragic Backstory

Gregory and Annora have a tragic backstory as well but I’m gonna go w Célestin rnTw: Rape, Abuse, Homophobia

Célestin Villeneuve grew up in France to very religious parents with strict views. Célestins mother had unhappily carried out Célestin, having gotten pregnant at a very young age. Both her and her husband being strong believers, they considered abortion a sin and kept the child. Her own parents threated it like a shameful secret, making their daughter and her boyfriend marry, despite them being 16 at the time. They moved to the next town, where they were unknown and had everyone belive that they were both adults, their child concieved properly, after marriage and willingly.

Not having finished their education properly, Célestins father lied in order to get a job, his wife mroe than willing to keep up his tales, in fear of being ridiculed by the community. Appearance and what others thought of them became the most important thing to Célestins mother early on, drilled into her by her own parents.Célestins father craved to be popular and keep his image in the town.

They were active in church and his father insisted on going to every sunday mass, prayers before lunch and his child confessing his sins to him.Punishment often consisted of simple bread and cheese and water for meals, a swat ont he back of his head if it was particularly bad in his parents eyes.

Célestin had always been a perfect child, smart and following his parents wishes, sitting in church, firm in prayer.He considered his parents treatment right, and, as he kept from sin, was confident it would never get any worse.However, he was gravely mistaken.As he got older, Célestins parents would get worse in their punishment, afraid their child would sully their image, as they themselves had, with the early pregnancy.

Things reached a peak when Célestin discovered he was gay. Knowing it to be a sin, he told his mother, asking her for help to free him of this condition, telling her he’d accept the punishiment if it’d only make him right in God’s eyes again.

His mother was shocked, less so because of her sons sexuality, but more so because she had seen the violence raging in her husband and was well aware that he would no longer keep the punishment to a few slaps.Talking to her husband that night, when Célestin was asleep, she attempted to sway her husband, who was as she had expected, beyong angered.

He however knew of her fear for being casdt out of the community and explained that not punishing and correcting such behaviour would result in Célestin believing it was normal and flaunting it around for everyone to see. Riddled by fear, Célestins mother accepted her husbands preposition as what would happen to her son.

While Célestin had expected punishment, nothing would have prepared him for what would come for him as his father would drag him out to the field each day anew, whipping him until his back was bleeding. His wife was fobidden to tend to her sons wounds and was often standing by staring into nothing while her son begged for forgiveness.

Célestin learned how to poorly tend to his own injuries, some getting infected at the lack of proper treatment. To his own shock no beating did help to cure him as he had desperately hoped to happen to stop the violent treatment. Unsure where to turn, and why God would have him suffer like this, despite all attempts and prayer, Célestin went to the church to confess and ask a pastor for help.The man was shocked and appalled at what he heard and even more so at the fact that Célestin was under the impression that this was right.

For the first time Célestin was told that he was treated terribly, and that he had done nothing to deserve this. He went away with odd feelings in his mind and the first seeds of doubt. Attempting to help, the pastor went to talk to Célestins parents a few days later, when Célestin himself was in school, trying to sway them in their ways, telling them that they surely had to know that he had to report such behaviour.

When Célestin returned from school, he found his mother crying adn his father angrier than hed ever been. They’d not taken the pastors warning to take their son away to their heart, seeing their fault in their actions but instead saw nothing but the ridicule they were about to face, as well as the authorities coming up. Célestins father feared to loose his job, and face, more than he feared for his sons life. He beat Célestin again before dragging him into his parents room, where a middle aged woman was waiting that was known throught the town for offering any kind of intercourse for the right money.

Saying that there was only one way to truly fix him, Célestins father forced his son to have sex with the prostitute, watching with a belt in hand to make sure the intercourse was actually carried out. During it he would often ask his son if he was still filthy, wanting to do this with ofther men and woulod generally insult and hummiliate him. Whenever his son would answer with crying or begging his father to stop this, he would simply pay the woman for yet another round.

When it was finally over, Célestin was left laying in his parents bed, listening as his parents were having dinner in the kitchen.Filled with shame he declined everything when the authorities came knocking at their door the next day, nodding of his fathers claim that he had made it all up.

The pastor attempted to speak to Célestin but when he asked to see the boy the evening, he and Célestins parents found his room empty.Célestin had ran away.

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Gosh I love it I wish I could do it more. I feel if u actually have some else to chat ocs with it leads to ur oc getting more and more fleshed out

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

I think Helva would take the cake on that one

17. Any OC OTPs?

Regulus/Adelais, Caspian/Nadia, Hunter/Piper and Araan/Dorian,,,,If I can be honest, I hardly have the amount of Oc ships as I would lmao,,,my ocs do function on their own but there are so I’d just love to ship lmao

18. Any OC crackships?

Not really any, I shortly thought about just taking a random oc from u/Leander and pairing them randomly w one of mine for the laughs of it.But then I felt it would maybe be inapropriate to do that lmaoo

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

While all my Ocs mean a lot to me I chose Brist for this because he’d the first Oc I made for a game, fallout new vegas, which I love a lot. He pretty much develpoed all by himself while I was playing, and is really fleshed out now. I’m super fond of him somehow.Here are a couple of things about him:

Brist was born 2225, the son of caravaneers, somewhere on their travels and therefore does not know where exactly he was born. Deciding that raising a child at such young age while traveling would not work well, they settled near the ruins of Ashton and Hopeville, where a small community was build.Brist spend his childhood in the Divide and soon began traveling alongside his father, keeping the community flourishing as the only connection between it and the rest of the land. When the Divide and the road paved by Brist came to attention of the NCR, they cooperated to protect the supply line and keep it open for other traders. With that done and his home taken care of, Brist left the Divide to travel further, exploring New California as a drifter.

Brist came to enjoy the life of a Drifter, occasionally taking small jobs and living from day to day up until returning to the divide a last time, making a delivery that would cause his home to be destructed.Not knowing of what had happened, Brist returned into the Mojave desert, further traveling New California before joining the Mojave Express.2281 he was hired to deliver another important package, once more without knowledge of what it would cause, and was shot in the head by Benny in Goodsprings.

He doesn’t sleep too much, and he’s not at all picky about where. He prefers having some sort of mattress but if he’s tired and there’s none he’ll sleep on the floor.

Brist is an Courier and Explorer at heart, determined to finish his jobs, power through them. Even if that might result in physical pain or poisoning. Brist has the constant need to be on his feet all the time, traveling, looking around or doing things for people and he often does not sleep, eat, shower or talk during these travels. Sometimes he’s so focused on the road ahead that he misses the explosive traps right in front of him.

He notices that he is doing this, and he can sometimes be heard muttering to himself how he’ll see a doctor in the next town and so on, but those good intentions always get lost along the way. Brist hates missing traps and such, but he doesn’t quite see that those thigns could easily be avoided if he’d be more careful.

He is suffering from Radiation Poisoning, he could easily be treated for it at the early stages but he literally does not care enough to see a doctor or get some RadAway. He keeps delaying it in favour of missions and traveling and stuff

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Charlie sings, more for herself actually, than for anyone else but she’s quite good at it. She’s constantly humming when she’d focusing on something and sometimes doesnt even notice when she starts singing along to songs. She simply loves music a lot and lets herself be taken along by the songs. Has no real preference for genre but she likes happy go lucky songs most

21. Your most artistic OC

Richard aka Dick. He’s at tattoo artist and leaves cool little doodles everywhere. Especially great with colours. The most colorful the better

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

There aren’t really any, since my ocs arent popular or anything. Someone did sometimes, but it was more forcing their ideas or their own thoughts w their own ocs on mine,,,

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Gregory, as you see below has changed quite a bit. While the overall design is the same, now he looks as nasty as I imagine him to be, a lot less soft.Character-wise my ocs didn’t change drastically

Only the fact, in Gregory’s case, that he got more fleshed out, and the time he lives in changed, to the 50sI’m trying to not write to many long things here lmao.Especially since just u and Leander will read this and Leander knows himst and Regulus already.

Dr Gregory Thomas Landon was born 1911 to Sybill and Raphael Landon. While the first world war almost went by without having any impact on the family, Raphael was pulled into war when America joined in 1917 and died in combat.

With her husband gone and her son just 6 years old, Sybill took a job as a secretary to make sure of her and her sons survival.Sybill had grown up the youngest child (of those who had survived) out of 5, always too smart and abitious for a woman in her time. Her father was Doctor and she would often sneak into his office room to look through notes and books on human anatomy and patient records.She had written down what she believed could be links between illnesses,behaviour and anatomy, finding the greatest interest in the still very new field of psychology. Of course her father wanted to hear nothing of it, Sybills oldest brother being the one ment to inherit their fathers office and place as a doctor.

But Sybill had never stopped being interested in psychology, following the work of Edward Titchner, whod brought psychological studies to America, as well as the rise of ‘structuralism’ ,as close as possible.Unlike Titchner, who excluded the study of children, Sybill wondered if it was the childs mind that should be studied to find the roots of all things. Perhaps it was bitterness above all that drove her to the treatment of her son in the following years. Sybill had lived her life knowing that she had no possibility whatsever to porperly study psychology and work on her theories. But hearing about Margaret Washburn, the woman that had been able to become a psychologist, Sbyill turned anger and disappointment to her son, whom she viewed as the reason she had to stay at home and be a mother isntead of trying to achieve what Ms Washburn had.

Quickly she realized however that she did not need a title or be thought by a Doctor to test her theories, deciding to conduct them on her son, who had kept her from fullfilling her dream. While Gregory was not the perfect research object, already six years and not a infant, who Sybill believed to be the ideal stage, she attempted to see if continous infliction of pain would change her sons behaviour.

She was especially curious if such pain inflicted on the brain would influence Gregorys personality, perhaps causing of curing misbehaviours and such. Gregory would grow up very intelligent but withdrawn, hardly finding kinship with people his age, spending his time reading. Like his mother before him he became interested in the human mind and, unlike Sybill, was able to study, earning him a Doctorate in both psychology and psychiatry

While he remained living with his mother he would sometimes roam the university campus, especially after long nights of studying, observing the people around.

It was there that he, at age 19, that he met a young woman that had been wandering around, lost and visibly pregnant. Seeing her caused a deep shock in Gregory as she resembled his mother in looks like no other woman he’d even seen before. Unbeknowns to his mother, Gregory had suffered great damage from her treatment of him, which had lead to violent thoughts and great apathy. Had the girl not approached him, she would have lived but she decided to ask him for help, ending in her death.

This remained the only unplanned murder commited by the Doctor, who hid her body, laying awake at night, working out what to do with her. He had carefully opened her up, not focused on her death as much as on causing her pain for as long as possible, but as he hadn’t been very ecperienced yet he had made quite a mess. The young woman would turn to the first in a row of women that caused Gregory to perfect his work and disposal of the bodies.

World War Two brought a sudden end to the Doctors murder streak. Age 30 when America entered the War he was pulled into it as a medic, despite not being properly trained as a Doctor

However his talents that he had perfected during his murders had been of great use during the war that had only led to Gregory becoming even more cold to death and gore. Returning from the War he was offered a position at a instiution, as the need for Psychologists arose.

However Gregory saw no great interest in treating shell shocked patients for too long, he instead chose to focus on the psychiatric field, working in an asylum from then on. Gregory is, while extremely smart, speaking four languages and being a Doctor, unable to form any bonds with people.

He’s terribly arrogant and aware of his intelligence, viewing it as a superiority to other people. He suffers from antisocial personality disorder/ psychopathy and is addicted to nictotine.

He’s a very cleanly person, almost to a point of it being an obsession. He smells of Nicotine, Disinfectant and a neutral perfume.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Oh geez, well I’d rather meet an oc of mine thats like, one of the chill ones. Maybe someone about my age.

Someone like Friedrich or Violet. It’d be easiest to talk to them, and I know they are super nice. Meeting Brist, Araan or Caspian would be cool too tho, so many stories and questions there

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

There used to be the joke that Friedrich is basically a tall, muscular version of me. Funnily enough I now have the chin beard as well, and I’ve discovered that I’m as much of a nerd and work focused person as he is. Still while we share some similarities, we’re p different still lmao

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Not really, only changed things to be more accurate and stuff but that aint against my will or anything

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? Nope

28. Your most dangerous OC?

There are a couple, such as Cenric (being a crazy, megalomanic, narcisstic, manic Emperor), Gregory and Jonathan (literal serial killers), Crya (cannibalistic monster) and Eligos (p much does body disposal).

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Eddy and Dick, they would tell each other because they’d go together lmao. Paula would want to and just before going there she’d chicken out of it

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? Quinn, he’s tall and grown up but he loves small and cute things

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Friedrich II:Would have a super cool layout that he coded himself, and would offer the theme for people to use, as well as giving people tips on how to easily do cool things w their themes.

His icon would’ve been fairytale themed for a while until he posts his first selfie for pride month, then it’s a picture of him with a pride flag. He’d reblog peoples art of fairytales, and he’d especially love peoples new interpretations of them

Would reblog thing about rats and post pictures of his own rats with cute captions. Reblogs peoples selfies during pride and other pride days ( like trans day of visibility n such), always adding super nice things in the tags.

He posts his first selfie during pride and it gets quite the reblogs and people asking to see more (half of them are thirsting after his body) Declines the request to post full topless pictures because he says that his blog is sfw and he doesnt want to mix fairtales, rats and codes with nudes.

He would have a nsfw blog tho,,,hes horny He’d give it to those over 18 that’d ask, reblogging gifs and stuff there and yeah thats where he posts topless pictures.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

I’d like to say Brist because that would be funny as hell and he would actually explore everything, pretty unfazed by what is going on. But honestly Annora is already living a horror game pretty much, that is with loosing her parents, fighting for survival,being used by the revolution group as a ‘chosen one’, and especially because she has to encounter the wandering twins, which are creepy as heck. She’s a fighter against will but she pulls through and shes careful enough not to do something stupid.

33. Your shyest OC?

That’d be sweet, pure Charlie

34. Do you have any twin characters?

Oh yes, Eddy and Dick; Jae-Eun and Jae-Hyeok; Nathanael and Susanna

35. Any sibling characters?

There’s a lot coming your way

Cenric and his younger sister Annora

Sadira and her older brother Arshad

Gregory actually has a halfbrother that’s not really developed, named Maximilian

Charlie and her younger sister Paula

Olivia and her older brother Bill

Arthur and his younger brother Jonathan

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

The above mentioned Adelais who belongs to Leander, is let’s say semi-paired w Regulus

Established girlfriends Sadira (who’s my oc) and Elizaveta (who is his)

Violet (mine) and Cole (his) sweet young love

And an AU Version of my oc Echo is the ex of Ninas OC Crem

Charlie used to be w the oc Amy of a friend but idk if that’s still a thing

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human

There are a few, like Myka, Viida, Amodis,Brist, Rovhen and Araan but I think I’ll go with Cyra

Cyra, or ‘Venus Cyra’ is not as developed as some others here so not to worry about too long of a text,,,,I hope

Cyra is meant to exist around the 50s funnily enough, just like Gregory, which I really didn’t intend lmaoShe is,a s the question suggests, not quite human, despite maintaining a relaticely human appearance for most of the time. Cyra lives in a house in the fictional Bloomstreet, which has been declared haunted decades ago because of a man living inside of it that took great joy in messing with his neighbours.

Crya believes herself to have lived in the house all of her life, with no memory as to how she got to come there and why she can’t leave it.In truth it’s told that she moved in with her grandmother when Cyra was just a baby, having lost her parents. If you were to believe the whispers and legends the old woman was very poor, hardly able to keep the small house for her and her granddaughter.

She would wear the same old clothes she had arrived in, the young girl wearing a worn out dress with a pale blue bow. Legends say that they were so poor that the grandmother couldn’t afford to buy much more than bread and water.

A police man came to their door one day because the old woman hadn’t been able to pay for her house anymore. Desperate, it’s said that she hit the man across the head as he had bend down to say hello to Cyra, who looked famished and sick at that point.

Not sure what to do with the body and knowing that her granddaughter needed more than bread to survive and grow, she went to butcher the man and cook him into stew for herself and her granddaughter to eat. As she saw that Cyra became more healthy and stronger at the meat consumption, the old woman, desperate and hopeful to keep her beloved granddaughter alive, fully turned to cannibalism.

It’s said that the grandmother died a couple of years later of old age but legends have it that she is still in the house as well, a half dead monster. Cyra, having eaten human flesh all her life is said to have turned into a wendigo like creature,fully turning into a gruesome beast during the nights, to feed on the flesh of people that dare to enter the haunted house.

She is called Venus in some tales because a man claimed to have seen her one day, watering the roses in the lawn of the house, more beautiful than anything he had seen all his life, calling her ‘a sight like the goddess Venus herself’

Cyra isn’t fully aware of these legends, but she is aware of her monsterous nature, that she is unable to control. She believes she was cursed to stay in this house, a monster taking her place during night, leaving her with the remains of peoiple and the ravaging craving for human flesh.

She loved taxidermy and moths, and tending to flowers.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

Irina is a professional ballet dancer so I’d say she’s the best out of my Ocs

39. Introduce any character you want

Alright, because I’ve tought about them recently, I’ll cheat a bit and introduce two ocs: Susanna and Nathanael, whom I mentioned somewhere above briefly as ‘The Wandering Twins’

They are part of my Golden Empire universe and are the heads of one of the groups that build after the collapse of most of what we know of the Earth.

They play a part in Annoras journey to find her brother as both a danger to avoid/defeat, as well as potential allies. Susanna and Nathanael are twins that are both about 1,90m tall and are constantly veiled, having stapled veils to their faces and necks.

That adds to their ghostly,creepy appearance. You could describe their group as a cult,as it is religiously motivated and their followers are devoted to Susanna and Nathanael, who they call ‘Mother’ and ‘The Priest’

That could come fromt he fact that Susanna wears the traditional headwear of a nun, while Nathanael looks somewhat like a Priest and carries a bible around. Christianity is considered an old and outdated religion in the times that GE plays in, practiced by a very small amount of people before the collapse. It’s generally thought of as outdated and outlandish, with stories too wild to be real.

However some of the old text have been recovered or been carried on over generations by those that remain firm believers in the Christian God. Susanna and Nathanael were raised by such a family and spread their belief to vulnerble and scared people after the collapse that latch onto it as a form of explanation easily.

The Twins view the collapse as a sort of apocalypse brought by God to punish Humanity for their sins, they believe that they must attone and suffer now as Earth was made their purgatory. If one is firm in belief and enough suffering is done, so they say, Heaven will open up and they will be taken by God to heaven, forgiven and able to forget the horrors they went through on Earth.

They expect that suffering to be done by their followers, who all walk barefoot, some of them having blinded themself in order to see nothing but God in their lifes. Susanna and Nathanael as well as their group wander in order to spread their message, taking in new followers if they prove their faith by stripping themselves of their footwear and walking through the ruins of cities with them until their feet bleed.

Only if they are willing to shed blood for their sins will they be taken on and be bathed and baptized in a river and dressed in simple gowns.It is considered the highest honour to be veiled just like Susanna and Nathanael. They seem to be able to appear out of nowhere and have a settlement in the woods that they return to.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

I love developing oc things w my friends, its always a lot of fun and I wish I could do that more. Especially nice was cosplaying Gregory and Jason w Leander,,,cosplaying ocs is rad af, would love to do that again

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

Yeee, mostly you and Leander actually, but a couple of others too. Let me see if I can show u a favourite oc art from u and from Leander

@bruhchantite listen,,,this is so fucking cute, I love seeing our kids all together. All art of them is always so happy and positive. I love every piece u did of em but this one especially bc,,,bringing star wars into it??Power move

@spokoystviye okay listen you made soo many great pieces but this one,,,this one idk maybe its because I love Brist so much but,, this is simple yet amazing. I love the small light play u got in here and just how u drew Brist,,,thats me boy!!!

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

Cenric, I’d say. He thinks of himself as a god after all. I think he’d like the imagery of it all

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

Oh geez well,, I generally make my ocs older than me, like most of them are in their late 30s/40s, I have more ocs heading 60s than I have heading 20 lmao. My ocs are more often male than any other gender and more likely to be lgbt than straight. I like nice and clean looks, Leander can tell a great deal about how much I care for a clean look lmao. Most of my ocs have their life in order, and most of them are on the taller side

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

I put thought into my characters,so I think that makes them interesting and fun. And I try very hard to havbe them make sense and be time/lore appropriate.

45. A character you no longer use?

I did drop some Ocs a bit ago that never got much work and that I didn’t think interesting enough to work on. Sadly enough I don’t do as much w my ocs as I’d like to generally.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

Nope, I’m generally kind to my characters lmao

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

both Nina and Leander did and I think it’s v sweet hell yeah

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Charlie and Caspian, truly good and pure, and positive

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Seth would definitely love memes. So would Kylan but he’d like the really weird ones best. Eddy and Dick would constantly send memes to each other, effectively annoying everyone else. Paula would like memes when they are already outdated

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

Generally special universe oc seem to be more interesting than like,,basic universe ones but I wannt quickly talk abour my OC WilliamI love him okay? He’s from Russia, where he grew up in a tightly knit family. He’s a childrens Doctor and was married to Nahia, who’s an ER Doctor. They met in med school and got along super well, they both were used to the whole early marriage idea and marrying someone you like so they did just that. They both always wanted to have children and kid. It’s very important for them to be there for thgeir child despite their jobs. William is such a dad, he loves his child so much, he’d do anything for em. He and Nahia are best friends, even after the divorce, which happened after long talks because they had noticed that something was off. It led to William confessing that he thinks he might be gay and they ended up divorcing because it turns out yes he is. William probably would’ve stayed w Nahia, also for their childs sake but she wouldn’t hear anything of it. He’s a very kind man, calm and I love the thought of him being able to explore who he is even at his age. He’d be so new to everything,,sobs,,angel

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6 Powerful Questions That Will Change Your Life Forever

Found this article by tiny buddha, and duh I’m going to do this exercise. They have the best articles to understand yourself!

So here goes.

1. What do I absolutely love in life?

List anything that you love about the world and the people in your life. Think about any activities that get you excited and enthusiastic and make you feel most alive. This can be absolutely anything: music, sports, cooking, teaching others, learning, watching movies—anything. Within your love for these things lies deep passion.

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Hmmm. I always find this question to be tough. I love so many things, but how do I get to the root of it all? Not to mention, I constantly overthink every question that I’m faced with. I think I’ll just list out everything - in no particular order.

Cooking

Singing

Painting

Educating others

Learning how other people think (psychology in a nutshell)

Design

Dancing

Espresso

Mindfulness

Basketball

Being crafty

Managing my money

Waking up early (once I get up, I feel so good about it... the hard part is getting out of bed)

Home decorating

2. What are my greatest accomplishments in life so far?

List all of the moments that you are proud of as well as the times that you’ve succeeded. To have accomplished these, you would have used some of your key strengths. See if you can identify why you succeeded. Also, list any activities, hobbies, or anything else that you do that you complete with ease. Within these lie greatest strengths.

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Honestly, I’ve never really thought about this question before. It’s challenging for me to thing about the things I’ve accomplished or the things that I’m proud of... I suppose that’s because I’m extremely self-critical of myself. I always want to do better so I never settle or sit back to say, hey, Cristina, take a moment and recognize how awesome you are for accomplishing that. To be honest, that’s just not how I roll.

But as I’m sitting here, a couple of things are coming to mind.

Singing and playing the piano in front of my school

Winning a state championship in softball - I was so proud of myself and definitely very happy. I’d say on paper, this was a great accomplishment, but sometimes I question how much it really means to me?

Attempting to make my art a business; IG: Cristina Anne Art

Getting out of a deep period of depression in my life

Helping my friends out of bad times in their lives

3. What would I stand for if I knew no one would judge me?

List everything that you would do if you weren’t afraid, even your wildest dreams. This will help you discover your greatest values.

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Quit my job and work full-time as an artist, and just be as crafty as possible

Travel around the world and break through my comfort zone

Start some sort of business

Explore the idea of going back to school for psychology

Do graphic design or UX design

Start singing again

Be an stronger advocate for anti-racism (I do this today, but I could be better at it)

Stick up for myself more

Do you ever feel like you like the idea of a lifestyle, but you’re unsure if it’s the right path for you?

4. If my life had absolutely no limits and I could have it all and do whatever I wanted, what would I choose to have and what would I choose to do?

Describe your ideal lifestyle. List what you would do throughout the day if you knew that you were bound to be successful, what kind of person you would be, how much money you would earn, and where you would live. This question allows you to realize who you would truly want to be if there were no limits. By aligning with this you can begin working towards the life that you truly want to create. Know that you wouldn’t have a desire if you didn’t also have the ability to fulfill it.

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I sort of feel like I just answered some of this question in number 3. My ideal life style? Gosh. This is a really tough question for me. I always ask myself, what’s feasible? what can I do and still make it financially and with stability?

I label myself as a control freak sometimes - and that’s because... hey I’ll admit it, I’m scared of not having control over my life. At the end of the day, I have the power to change anything I want and what if I make the wrong choice? On the other hand, if I feel that way, then what’s stopping me from being successful right? If I’m careful while I’m outside my comfort zone than what’s stopping me?

Ideal lifestyle:

I’d wake up early and work out

I’d go sit on my porch and drink an espresso in the morning, or tea

I might meditate before getting my day started

I’d spend time painting outside... in the sun :)

I might work on my singing skills and learn more on the piano

I’d somehow start my own business... not sure what yet.

I’d be crafty, maybe take old things and make them new again

I love decorating, so maybe I’d help people decorate their houses

It’s hard for me to put a number on how much money I’d make... I’d like to make at least 60k a year to be comfortable. (Right now at least.)

Where would I live? Somewhere that’s sunny, somewhere where I could walk to a coffee shop, somewhere full of art culture, somewhere that is more liberal

I would be the kind of person who gives more, who makes others happy, I would be more selfless, I would laugh more, I wouldn’t care as much about what other people think

5. What would I do if I had one billion dollars?

List everything that you would really love to do if you had all the money in the world. Okay, so you would probably travel the world, buy a house or two, and give some money to your family. Then what would you do with your time? This question helps you to think without limitations. When we are able to remove limitations and boundaries, we can discover what we really want to do.

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This is the hardest question for me. Do we want to do certain things because that’s what society tells us to do? Probably.

Of course, I’d probably pay off debt, help family out, I’d travel and maybe buy a lake house ;) but at the end of the day...

I’m not sure. It hasn’t really been about money for me. I know the world is at my fingertips and that with hard work, I can make things happen. So maybe I would give it to others that need it more? Other than that... this is the best I got:

I would start my own business

Probably do most of the things in question 4

6. Who do I admire most in the world?

List your greatest inspirations and the qualities that you admire about these people. Think about what really inspires you in this world. What you admire about others is also a quality that is in you. Know that you admire someone because they have similar qualities to you.

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My sister, Caroline - hard work, selfless, giving, goes after what she wants, deals with confrontation, sticks up for herself

My mom, Jean - tactful, warm, nonjudgemental, easygoing, understanding, loving, never gives up, strong

Artist, Amira Rahim - (Now, I don’t know her personally, but... here are some qualities I see.) woman entrepreneur, driven, strong, focused, colorful, in a world where there’s so much sadness she shows the happiness through her artwork

There’s this girl on America’s Got Talent - Mandy Harvey - (I also don’t know her personally but... listen to this story): “Mandy lost her residual hearing in 2006-2007 at age eighteen due to a connective tissue disorder that effected her nerves and left the program. She pursued several career options, including education, but returned to music in 2008, her true passion could no longer be denied. Though her hearing loss is profound, her timing and pitch are perfect and her passion is tremendous. With support from friends, family and her faith, Mandy continues to find joy in music.” Can you believe her?! I don’t even know her but she inspires me to never give up - no matter what. She is deaf, but still sings. She made her dream possible even though she was faced with the ultimate obstacle.

It’s interesting that this article says:

“What you admire about others is also a quality that is in you. Know that you admire someone because they have similar qualities to you.”

This is such an interesting viewpoint. I’ve never thought this, rather I’ve seen it as qualities that I aspire for. I still see it this way even after reading this article and writing down the qualities they have. I think there are some things that are alike between me and these 4 women, but I’ll continue to strive to be like them... to be who I strive to be.

Taking the time to answer these questions will change your life.

The more that you can implement your passions, strengths, values, desires, and motivations into your days, the happier your life will become! You can study to become a doctor, lawyer, teacher, or anything else, but this knowledge will only take you so far. Meanwhile, discovering the deep wisdom of self-knowledge will ensure that your life is far more meaningful and fulfilling. I’ve got a feeling that is what Einstein meant when he said “Information is not knowledge.” The most valuable knowledge that you will ever discover is, and always will be, within.

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What are you answers to this questions? Would love to hear them!

XOXO, Cristina

IG: Cristina Anne Art

#self-improvement #self discovery #change your life #Mindfulness #mindfulliving #life #how to live a happy life #selflove #self-love #lost #depressed #self criticism #self reflection #buddha #today #amirarahim #mandyharvey

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delightfully-daisy · 7 years ago

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CHARACTER SHEET: DAISY AUDREY ELOISE CANARD

And she's been living on the highest shelf... Oh, and they come unstuck Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side

[TW: sexual assault mentions; eating disorder mentions]

STATS

Birthday: 14 January 1995

Hogwarts House (Primary): Ravenclaw

Hogwarts House (Secondary): Hufflepuff

Myers-Briggs: ESFJ

Enneagram: Type 3

Height: 5’4

BACKGROUND OVERVIEW

Mother: Lilian Ophelia Marie Harcourt Canard

Father: Jacques Didier Canard

Mother’s Occupation: lawyer—business law

Father’s Occupation: stockbrocker

Family Finances: quite wealthy—combination of old money on both ends, as well as parents’ own ambitions and finances

Birth Order: middle child

Siblings: Nicolas Etienne Jeannot Canard (24); Andre Leon Charles Canard (19)

Other Close Family: Aunt Cecile on her dad’s side (who has a girlfriend and is like super cool and a movie producer); she has another aunt on that side who has two kids her and Nic’s ages but I don’t have my notebook on hand so I cant look up their names oh well; Lilian is an only child

Best Friend: Clarke

Other Friends: Annette Grant, Hermes Petros, Toulouse Bonfamille, Stanley Schell, Abby and Tabitha

Enemies: Tito? Lol she thinks so :C

Pets: a cat named Sabrina! Her family also has two dogs named Gigi and Fifi

Home Life During Childhood: her parents were both very busy, but she and her siblings were very close and her dad made a huge insistence on family time when they were together; to this day they have a designated week in late July and winter where they go on vacations together; she’s very close with Nic and her dad; Andre can be a bit of a brat; she clashed with her mother a bit growing up but she’s starting to understand her more

Town or City Name(s): Paris, France

What Did Her Bedroom Look Like: very nice and spacious, big windows with a nice view, she has a canopy bed, everything is in pastel colors, lots of whites and pinks—nothing too loud, everything soft like a Rococo painting, a big walk-in closet, a nicely lit vanity, the artwork in there is carefully selected, everything has its place

Any Sports or Clubs: did newspaper also probably a creative writing club; used to fence and do ballet, but quite around 13/14 years old

Favorite Toy or Game: loved paper dolls

Schooling: one last semester at Pride U; probably did some pretty expensive private school in Paris

Favorite Subject: Composition, Art History

Popular or Loner: Popular!

Important Experiences or Events: was sexually assaulted at 17, her then-boyfriend lied about it and harassed her for months after

Health Problems: undiagnosed anxiety, lowkey makes herself throw up after eating sometimes also

Culture: French

Religion and beliefs: Raised Catholic, she wants to believe in a benevolent God but does not really like the Catholic church; she wants to believe in the goodness of people

PERSONALITY

Bad Habits: worries, limits her food intake a lot haha, has a tendency to keep her emotions inside before lashing out, cries a lot

Good Habits: uh, organized, keeps up with her fitness, ambitious, kind-hearted (in her own way), stylish

Best Characteristic: determined—once she sets her mind on something or someone, she will not quit

Worst Characteristic: scared—her number one limitation in life is that she is too scared to take chances/take risks/do anything without security

Worst Memory: the whole sexual assault thing and also the night she broke up with Tito

Best Memory: oh gosh, probably getting her bike back

Proud of: not much lol, uh maybe her fashion sense, she’s like really insecure though and attributes all her successes to other factors, poor bby

Embarrassed by: e v e r y t h I ng have you seen how much this girl blushes

Driving Style: she’s a fantastic driver—fast, daring, drives stick-shift in heels, cuts tight corners on her motorcycle, she’s fab, best driver of my characters (except maybe for Eva, but that’s cuz Eva has heightened reflexes lol); does have a tendency to speed, but doesn’t do it except on isolated roads

Strong Points: determined, hard working, kind-hearted, stylish

Temperament: gosh im not sure its like a mix of sanguine and melancholic

Attitude: outwardly, confident and determined; inwardly, really fuckin’ anxious and insecure about everything

Weakness: she’s so insecure and not good with criticism and she’s soft little flower it is easy to crush her

Fears: everything—not being good enough is the main one though

Phobias: see above lol

Secrets: not too open about the whole sexual assault thing for obvious reasons, also he like harassed her for months afterwards

Regrets: every romantic relationship she’s ever had because it makes her seem stupid and heartless and foolish

Feels Vulnerable When: uh always? When she’s being emotional, tbh, since she’s been told to restrict that

Pet Peeves: people who assume she’s dumb, people who assume she’s shallow

Conflicts: oh gosh where to begin—the fact that she wants the world to be this good, ideal place where she has the ability to help it, but the reality that class differences/prejudices in other areas are very real and very hard to overcome; her own desire to do more with her life, but knowing that rejecting her family’s values would not be good, and she really loves her family; navigating being a soft woman in a world that otherwise respects hard, sharp ones

Motivation: She wants to be successful and to make a change in the world.

Short Term Goals and Hopes: Graduate, get a good job somewhere in a big city.

Long Term Goals and Hopes: Rise to the top of her career, hopefully get married at one point.

Sexuality: bisexual

Exercise Routine: goes to spin class three times a week, does a barre class twice a week, weight training the other days, very committed exercise schedule

Day or Night Person — Day.

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert.

Optimist or Pessimist — Pessimist, though she tries to be optimistic to other people.

LIKES AND STYLES

Music: girly pop, MUSICALS—she’s a huge musical gal, sings in the shower all the time. Loves taylor swift, knows that its problematic to love taylor swift, but does so in that well #feminism way that’s also lowkey problematic ahaha. Her iTunes is mostly musicals and pop and some classical music too, she likes ballet music.

Books: classics and romance novels; also some trashy YA romance; went through a John Green phase in her high school years; her favourite book is The Bell Jar. She also reads those like “Oprah Book of the Month” club books and enjoys them. Gets most of her reading list from bestsellers lists.

Magazines: VOGUE aka the Bible; also Cosmo and Marie Claire and other high-fashion magazines; whatever the French equivalent of Time is, but also Time; started a subscription to the New Yorker whilst she was in NYC and keeps up with it

Foods: has a sweet tooth—loves chocolate. Chocolate-covered strawberries are her favorite. She thinks she can handle spicy, but she can’t really.

Drinks: Margaritas are her cocktail of choice; she loves champagne and lattes

Animals: cats! Also she loves swans and thinks its so romantic that they mate for life, but she won’t admit that lol

Sports: follows Formula One racing tbh and also fencing

Social Issues: Feminism! (she’s like lowkey a bit of a white feminist) Magick Rights! (lowkey also a bit of a problematic activist in everything; she’s trying though) Also involved in environmental issues!! (she works on a turtle fund thing with Stan)

Favorite Saying: “I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” – Audrey Hepburn

Color: Pink!! Any and all shades! Also likes a nice rose-gold. Fond of pastel colors in decorating.

Clothing: Has a very classy, preppy style; lots of skirts and blazers; usually always in heels; most everything is designer and high-end; she takes pride in her style; she also dresses more on the conservative end, but does own a few sexier pieces

Jewelry: very classy, never overdoes herself with jewelry; simple pendants and studs

Games: played the Sims a lot, played racing games with her brothers, Mario Kart fan too

Websites: Instagram—also has a finsta bc she’s hip; tumblr; Pinterest

TV Shows: Downton Abbey, Sex and the City

Movies: The Devil Wears Prada!! (Also Titanic)

Greatest Want: To be successful and make a difference in the world

Greatest Need: To overcome her fears

CURRENTLY

Home: lives in Castle Suites in a very luxurious one-bedroom flat

Household furnishings: everything is impeccably decorated, lots of pastels and golds, there’s a big window in the living room (which has like white furniture and soft lights everywhere, big white rug on the floor, lots of throw pillows), her room has a big bed with lots of pillows and her closet is organized by type of clothes and colour

Favorite Possession: her car

Most Cherished Possession: her motorcycle

Married Before: Nope.

Significant Other Before: Tito (rip); asshole French boyfriend, Michel

Children: n/a

Relationship with Family: huge Daddy’s girl, but Daddy is also very busy and not super around all the time and she doesn’t really confide in him; very close to older brother, Nic, sometimes they feel like they are the only people in the world they can trust; younger brother has a strained relationship bc he can be kinda douche but they love each other; relationship with mother is---complicated, they are very similar and often butt heads because of their differences though and Lilian thinks she knows what’s best etc etc and Daisy is just starting to see her mom in a new light

Car: BMW, she also has a motorcycle

Career: journalism student, editor-in-chief of campus magazine: Social

Dream Career: editor in chief of a fashion magazine that also has like a huge philanthropy side

Dream Life: said career, has not given much thought to the like actual life part of it, but ideally she’d like to be married to the love of her life and have two kids as well

Love Life: uh imma get back to you on that

Hobbies : reading, dancing (she loves dancing), driving, sketching fashions, cleaning (lol), amateur baker, used to be a fencer, writing (she used to write short stories but has not in a while)

Guilty Pleasure : those trashy Harlequin romance novels….

Sports or Clubs: Social, PrideU’s premier campus lifestyle magazine; probably involved in like journalism clubs

Talents or Skills : she’s a great dancer and a fantastic driver; also a good writer

Intelligence Level : she is great auditory learner, very sharp and quick to pick up what she listens too; writes the best out of my characters; reads a lot too; not great at sciences or math, but she tries her best and the hard work pays off; a fan of history, but only as it relates to cultural stuff (wars bore her); the most emotionally aware of others of my characters, can read people well

Finances: wealthy—parents are wealthy each from their individual families and from their own careers, pay for their children

#about #today is a daisy day i feel like ive neglected my beb #character sheet #this is the best i could do gif wise

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vonseal · 8 years ago

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there’s a spider in your hair

He was going to have to get that spider out of the handsome stranger's hair.

alternatively, if bin was a spider, he would choose to crawl up dongmin

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @starrybinu!!! im so sorry this is quick and not that fantastic, but i hope it’s cute enough and i hope it makes you smile on your birthday. i love you, and i hope you have a fantastic day! <3

Bin actually didn't mind bugs.

His friends thought he was weird, but he was perfectly fine with catching any sort of bug they found inside of their apartment and tossing it out the door. It made more sense than squishing them, and it made more sense than allowing Myungjun to scream bloody-murder from his spot on top of the couch as some sort of insect scuttled by.

Bin became the designated bug-catcher of the group. No one cared about his methods, just so long as the bug was gone by the end of the day.

Not to say he loved bugs, just that he wasn't a wimp when it came to bugs.

And that might have been why he was the one and only person to notice a spider as it crawled up the neck of the man standing in front of him in this extremely long line for movie tickets.

Bin grimaced and glanced away. If he pretended he didn't see it, he wouldn't be responsible for it.

But the spider moved again, and Bin saw it move, and he couldn't pretend any longer.

“Excuse me.” He tapped the man's shoulder. “There's-”

The man turned around and Bin found himself face-to-face with the most beautiful human being he had ever met in his life. His skin was pale and clear and his eyes sparkled with starlight.

And when his lips turned up in a smile, Bin felt like he could melt to the ground.

“Yes?” the man asked.

Bin forgot why he had gotten the man's attention. “Oh. Um...nothing, s-sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

The man gave a small laugh and turned back around to face the front of the line, revealing that damn spider and reminding Bin, once more, of his original purpose in tapping that man's shoulder.

He couldn't do it again, though. It was weird enough for him to do it the first time; if he did it again, he would feel really weird. And Bin did not like feeling weird from his own actions. He was cool and chic and he wasn't going to make a fool of himself in front of such a beautiful man.

But that left the issue of the spider making a nice little home in the man's gorgeous hair.

(Bin needed to ask what type of shampoo the man used.)

The line moved up one and Bin was still stressing about that dumb spider.

He could leave it by itself and it would probably make an escape one of these days. Either that, or the handsome man would discover it. Bin wondered if he'd scream and flail his arms, or if he would calmly brush it aside. Bin wondered if the handsome man liked bugs or not. Bin wondered if the handsome man was single and also interested in guys.

Bin needed this line to hurry up so he could stop wondering things about a stranger.

The spider was moving again, and Bin held his breath as it scurried down the neck – and then it turned and went right back up into the black hair. Bin cursed silently.

He was going to have to get that spider out of the handsome stranger's hair.

With the assurance that the lady behind him was half asleep and not looking at him, Bin slowly reached a hand out and tried waving air at the spider in hopes it would take a hint. Unfortunately, the spider was either dense or defiant. The spider sat in place.

Bin had to up his game without gaining any attention, so he leaned forward and gave a quick, harsh blow of breath to the spider.

Obviously, this did catch the attention of the handsome man in front of him, and he glanced back. “Is something wrong?”

The handsome man had a deep, inquisitive tone, and Bin's heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Did you just blow on me?”

“No!” Bin shook his head. “I blew on my hand. That might have been what you felt.”

“Oh.” The man was turned backing around, and Bin took the chance to bring up a finger. He could just flick the spider off quickly-

But then the man suddenly faced him once more. Bin's hand, posed to flick the man's neck, came up and scratched at his own cheek to hide his actions.

“Are you okay?” the man asked.

“Fine!” came Bin's response, and he had to endure six whole seconds of the man staring at him in concern. Finally the man turned around for good, and Bin gave himself a silent slap.

He was such an idiot! He should just leave the spider alone. The spider would leave by himself in a minute or two, anyway, if he was just patient.

Except the spider was moving, and the spider was spinning a web.

Bin was able to get close enough to most bugs in his house that he recognized the signs of a spider settling down for a home. The spider had chosen the most beautiful man in existence for his home.

Bin applauded the choice and figured he would choose the same man if he was a spider.

But that just meant that he really had to up his efforts and make sure the spider understood that spider webs on human heads were bad.

Was there any good way to do that, though? Blowing didn't work, and flicking it seemed to gather too much attention.

He could just brush it off and then tell the man the truth. Why was that so difficult?

So that's what Bin did. He reached up and ruffled the man's hair enough that the spider fell off. Bin watched it scurry away (and he totally didn't think, yeah, serves you right, dumb spider, because that was childish).

This did mean that the man had very clearly felt that, and had spun around to stare at Bin with ridiculously wide eyes.

Even when he was shocked and possibly angry, the man still looked like a god.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“You were rubbing my head!”

Bin didn't know if that was exactly rubbing. He felt like the man was overreacting. And gosh, it was cute.

“I wasn't.”

“You were.”

How was he supposed to say that there was a spider when he had clearly just lied about touching the man? He was such an idiot.

“You have nice hair,” is what he said instead.

A blush came upon the man's cheeks as Bin attempted to backtrack. “I mean – I noticed you did when I was trying to get him out of your hair, the home was nice and all but maybe outside and not in your head.”

“What?”

He didn't blame the man for being confused, and Bin had to take a deep breath to gather himself before replying. “A spider. In your hair. I got it out.”

The man blinked.

“I think I should also introduce myself. I'm Moon Bin. I apparently spend my time getting spiders out of the hairs of strangers.”

“Oh. There was a spider in my hair?” The man looked worried now, and he was running his fingers through black locks. “Seriously? It's gone now?”

“Yeah. He'll probably get stepped on soon. I guess that's revenge or something for trying to make a web.”

“He was trying to make a web?”

Perhaps Bin never should have said anything, because the cute guy was going to have a heart attack if he heard anymore.

“Maybe! I don't really know, I'm not this in tune with bugs, promise.” Bin gave a nervous laugh and gestured to the movie posters next to them. “Are you in line for the superhero movie?”

The man looked a little nervous with the sudden change of conversation. “I...yes? Are you?”

Bin nodded his head excitedly. “Hey, that's cool that we're both seeing it! We should get seats next to each other!”

He hadn't meant to blurt that out, and he struggled to backtrack on this, too. “I-I mean, just...because we're probably friends now, since I was weird about your hair – oh my god, Miss, would you like to skip me?” Bin had desperately turned to the woman behind him, and she seemed more than happy to take him up on his offer, but then Bin heard the man laughing.

And it was probably the most beautiful thing he had heard and most beautiful sight he had seen. If he thought the man was pretty before, he was blindingly bright right now.

The man held out a hand when he was done laughing. “I'm Dongmin,” he introduced. “And I think I need someone next to me to ensure no more spiders get in my hair.”

Bin asked God to take pity on the spider and allow him to make a home elsewhere without getting stepped on, because the spider was a matchmaker.

#my fanfic #binu fanfic #astro fanfic #what is this two binu fanfics in a row #anD THIS ONE HAS NO TRACE OF MYUNGJIN???#wow i think this is my first fic with legit NO MYUNGJIN go seal #also pls go wish asha the best birthday in existence #she is amazing and deserves ten thousand hugs and kisses

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regigigina · 6 years ago

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Public Transportation Part.1

I would describe my younger self as adventurous. I liked to live life dangerously you know, like ordering spaghetti marinara while wearing a white shirt, then washing my white and dark coloured laundry in one load. Most memorably, I indulged in that adrenaline rush of almost missing my rides - be it by coach, train, even aeroplane.

In the early days of my freshman year in Southampton I barely had one close friend, so I took an absolute delight in going on weekend trips to London to see my old friends. They were the friends I met during my preparatory year in Cambridge, and London was perfectly situated halfway between us. I would take the train from Southampton Central and disembark at the trains’ terminus, London Waterloo or Victoria.

Our meeting point in London would usually be some museum I want to visit. I never ceased to be in awe with the British Museum permanent collection, replete with Italian renaissance and Egyptian mummy display. I never cared much for Victoria & Albert Museum design oriented inventory, but gosh, the marvelous Gamble Room inside is perhaps the most stunning room to have an afternoon tea in.

On entry to the cafe, one will pass a magnificent marble fireplace standing in between two archways, facing intricately carved Ionic columns and beyond them, a curved wall adorned with ornate stained-glass windows. The entirety of the wall is laminated with red-hued ceramic mosaics and golden metal plates. The pièce de résistance, however, is the sparkling orb chandeliers which sets the whole place ablaze with opulence.

Other times we would be frugal and head for the usual Turkish kebab place in Bayswater which my friend said, unlike its neighbours, had not learnt of inflation for the last three years. Or when homesickness hits, we thought it wise to queue an hour long for the famous, always so jam-packed Peking duck place (which shall go unnamed here because you will see in a bit). Their roast duck pancakes were so good, even the plate banging service and the bills, which were always served before asked (rude!), did not lose them their loyal customers. Anyway, rumour has it that the original chef eventually defected to a fancier Chinese restaurant - I kid you not - in Bayswater, just a couple blocks away from our kebab place.

They were also the friends who introduced me to such whimsical cuisines as Duck & Waffle, as in literally duck confit on top of a waffle, Polpo, an Italian establishment serving their food Spanish tapas style, and my all time favourite (drumroll, please...) Belgo Centraal, which serves moules-frites any way you could imagine it: classic, Provençal, to Thai or Indian-style (too adventurous) in an underground dining space one could reach only by descending a prison style industrial lift - that or a drab flight of stairs.

London with my friends was like a city full of paper wrapped gifts, each weekend unwrapping a few to show the little marvels inside. I never spend enough time with them and certainly not looking forward to going home. At the end of the day though we would go our separate ways, most of them to Cambridge by way of King’s Cross Station, and myself to Victoria Station to catch the 23:00 train to Southampton, and not a single train earlier.

One weekend, I had to go home on the Saturday whilst my friends stayed over until the next day. Since they were not in a hurry to catch any train that night, gone was my natural cue to leave. Can’t say I remember where we were that evening, but positively a good distance away from Victoria Station. It was half past ten when I finally admitted to myself that I need to take off. We said goodbye and I rushed to the tube station.

”I could get there in 18 minutes,” I reckon, resigning myself at this moment, because there was nothing I could do to make the tube trains go faster.

A brief background here, train tickets in the UK can be issued as open return passes valid for 28 days, or as day return passes for a lower price. The National Express coach (bus) fares are even more affordable. Once I journeyed twenty-hour long from Southampton, which as the name imply, lies on the very south coast of England, to Inverness in Scotland, the town nearest to Loch Ness, for a mere £20. But I usually avoid the coach whenever economically possible because I tend to get carsick, the coach ride takes longer, and the service terminates in London in a decrepit station.

Now that day I was holding a day return ticket, and being late for the last train would not be a prudent option. I was indifferent between indulging in a cab ride to Victoria and missing the last train, since they probably cost about the same. Worst case scenario, I take the cab and still manage to miss the train anyway, then that would cost me twice as much. So there I was ten minutes before my train departs, minding the gap out from the tube train and into the crowded platform. I hurried through a gate and to a long flight of stairs, then paced briskly along the endless tunnel, until an escalator gave way to the vestibule of Victoria Station.

“Yes! I have five minutes left!”

But Victoria is by no means a small station. To save time, I bolted to the south-bound section at once while my eyes searched the announcement board for my train’s platform. The appropriate expression to describe my haste would be to run like the wind; but really I was wearing ankle boots with heels and carrying two bags that kept pounding my back and each other, and judging by the sound of it I was running more like a horse than wind.

“Platform 5! Double check, yes, platform 5 Southern service calling at Clapham Junction, East Croydon, etc. etc. etc... and Southampton, that’s the one!” I read.

I dashed to platform 5, hopped on the train and seized the nearest seat just as the train doors closed behind me, the whistle sounded and off the train went, first slowly then swift and steady. Six minutes into the ride, the train stops at Clapham Junction for ten minutes. I was still out of breath from scurrying around the station and had not stopped breaking a sweat. I calmed down after a while and noticed that the seats were only sporadically taken, so I relocated to a quieter spot. By the time the train left East Croydon, I was already quietly giggling by myself, replaying in my head some funny jokes my friends had told me earlier.

The train announcement went as per usual, “This is a Southern service to Brighton, calling at Gatwick Airport, Haywards Heath, Burgess Hill, and Brighton, where this service will terminate.”

My eyes opened wide and I looked up. Come again?!

I was convinced I got on the right train - I double checked it. Did my eyes deceive me? I could not make sense of it and went dizzy for half a second. I waited for the announcement to repeat itself.

“This is a Southern service to Brighton, calling at Gatwick Airport, Haywards Heath, Burgess Hill, and Brighton, where this service will terminate.”

“Oh no no no, not good. Did I just get on the wrong last train?! What if I wind up in Brighton - where will I stay the night? Do I wait at Brighton station until it’s open tomorrow morning? That doesn’t sound safe. Do I know anyone in Brighton - I do, actually. But it’s almost midnight, it would be rude to knock on their doors - assuming they are still awake, that is! Shiiiiit.

Maybe I should alight at Gatwick, airports are suppose to be open 24 hours, right? But how will I get home, take the morning train? Ugh, I really don’t feel like spending the night at the airport, it’s not like that film ‘Night at The Museum’. Taking the cab to Southampton would perhaps cost me around £100 - rididulous!”

Only days later did I figure out what exactly transpired that night. Basically two train companies service the London-Southampton route: the pricey South West which runs services from Waterloo, and the cheaper Southern from Victoria. The Southern service stops at a great many small stations along the south coast, increasing journey time to 2 hours. As a student, however, I preferred to redeem 40 minutes of my time for a £10 worth of saving, unless South West was having their occasional discounts, matching their prices with Southern’s.

Now from London, Southern normally runs two distinct services to Brighton and Southampton, never shared, not as far as I knew anyway. Both trains stops at Clapham Junction, East Croydon and Gatwick, but then diverge to their respective terminus. That Saturday night the Southern service to Southampton did not run, presumably due to some disruption, whose announcement I must have missed. Instead, courtesy of Southern, I was supposed to take the Brighton train and transfer to the South West service to Southampton at Clapham Junction. At Clapham Junction. Where I was still catching my breath.

Back in the train, incognizant of these facts, I was hit by a surge of panic. I rose from my seat and frantically searched for the ticket inspector. I found her soon enough, in her customary white shirt / black vest uniform and holding the electronic ticket machine, standing by the train doors in the next carriage, and asked her whether I had boarded the wrong train. In all likelihood, she must have explained things as I understood it later, but at the time all I grasped was that I should have switched trains at Clapham Junction, and I did not. She offered the best solution was to disembark at Gatwick and take the National Express coach, the last service being at 1 a.m.

“Great. This looks like it’s going to be a long night,” I resigned.

It was half past midnight when the train reached Gatwick Airport, I thanked the inspector and she gave me a knowing look, a mix between pity and I-have-seen-many-like-you-before. I made my way into the terminal building and traipsed a never-ending corridor to the coach station. By the time I got there my soles started hurting. The place was desolate; brightly illuminated by the orange tinged street lamps but still, silent as a grave, save for the hum of aeroplanes and the occasional sirens. Not a single person was present, neither was the coach.

I inspected the timetable, “Last coach... Arriving at 1:00 a.m., departing 1:10.”

I sat down on the cold, perforated metal bench, contemplating if I should purchase the ticket online and save some money. But getting on the coach without a printed out ticket is a risky stance, some drivers would not let a passenger board by showing only their phone screen. I figured I had not enough luck left for a wager that night, and better pay the driver in cash. I dipped into my wallet to prepare the exact amount for the coach fare and - blimey! There was no cash in my wallet, not a single penny!

I was convinced I had at least two tenners with me - if I spend it on something earlier that day I could not remember what. I grew resentful of the circumstances and pain started creeping up my neck. I really wished I had been on the right train right now, dozing off on my way to Southampton. I took a peek at my phone - 00:51 a.m., I had ten minutes to find cash.

I scrambled into the terminal building, my bags again pounding at my back and each other, and now the pain on my soles was unbearable. My eyes searched for maps, directions, officers, anything, anyone to ask where the ATM is, but there were only a handful of other passengers traversing the building with their wheeled luggages - I did not suppose they could be informative at all.

I took my chances and went whichever way my feet took me. As it is in such critical moments, the nearest ATM just happened to be located way on the far side of the building. I inserted my bank card into the machine, took the money, and checked the time: 00:58. Have you ever felt despaired and energized at the same time? I did a quick calculation in my head.

“Seven minutes to get here, seven minutes back to the coach station. Minus time spent looking for the ATM and taking money, let’s say six... So, I will make it at 01:04. If my feet can do it. If my phone tells the same time as the driver’s!”

I concluded it was no time to gamble, so I took off the damned boots, freed my feet, grabbed both boots by the left hand, and sprinted back to the coach station as fast as I could. All eyes on me, I did realise, but not care. I was only concerned with going home that night. Just as I exited the terminal building, a patrol officer in her hi-vis jacket stopped in her tracks, chuckled, bewildered by my barefootedness. The coach had arrived, stationed next to the bench where I had sat, its engine rattling and passenger door ajar, although no one was getting in or out. Thank goodness the driver was so punctual, he did not leave before 1:10!

I climbed onto the coach and paid my fare in cash. The driver too, was amused by my lack of footwear. Now that I was confident I had dodged a sleepover in the airport, I did find it slightly comical. I was too hammered to put my shoes back on, I placed them on the floor next to my feet and rested my eyes. Minutes passed, but I could not fall asleep and grew impatient. I guessed I might as well catch up with some reading until I get carsick. I carefully removed my laptop out of its bag, but as I did, something else fell out onto my lap.

They were banknotes, three ten-pound notes.

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