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skzms · 2 months
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¸*˳·˖ৎ୭ good loving changbin x f!reader
summary: out of the 90 odd playlists on changbin's spotify, jisung picks what might be the one playlist that isn't meant to be played in a car with him and chan – changbin and your sex playlist
word count: 2.6k words
author's note: this was originally for something else that has now fallen through, so I might as well post it for you all to enjoy <3 thank you to ems and a certain someone else for reading it first and gassing me up. also can you believe this is my first time writing a standalone for my main man? unbelievable
warnings: unfocused (bricked up) driving; many memories of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); oral (m&f receiving); breeding kink; blindfolds and sensory deprivation; the tiniest bit of side minsung bc it's me
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♫ frank ocean - novacane ♫ doja cat - agora hills ♫ the weeknd - the party & the after-party ♫ plaza - all mine ♫ madeintyo - hunniddolla ♫ partynextdoor - wus good / curious
The last notes of a TigerJK track blast through the car, but before the song even fully ends, Jisung sighs dramatically and rips the USB cable from his phone.
“Okay, I’m officially bored with my music,” he announces with a pointed sigh
Changbin scoffs from the driver’s seat, the sound of the indicator clicking through the air as he makes a right turn.
“Only took you – what? 3 hours?” he teases. Jisung flicks his shoulder with a pout. Chan next to you, who’d been so quiet for the last hour that you thought he was asleep, chuckles quietly and pops one eye open, giving you a look that says ‘here they go again’.
“You said you didn’t mind! I offered to leave the aux to you, and you said I should put the music on!”
Changbin reaches over from where his arm is resting on the middle console and absentmindedly pats Jisung’s arm.
“I’m just teasing you, Sung, I like your music,” he chuckles, but Jisung’s pout doesn’t budge.
“No, no, you know what, let’s put your music on then,” he exclaims pettily and grabs Changbin’s phone from between them. “We have like an hour left, and I wouldn’t want to keep bothering you with my music.”
Changbin’s strong shoulders, the only thing you can see from your seat behind him, a peek of them visible between the back- and headrest of the driver’s seat, rise, and fall in an easy shrug. But despite your limited view of him, you still stare because you’re atrociously down bad for your boyfriend, yes, but also because his thin, black, figure-hugging sweater is ridiculously distracting, especially when you know what it feels like under your fingertips.
“Go ahead, Jisung-ah, just pick whatever.”
His voice is soft, and you know his eyes are equally so, and you wish you could see them. But you’d have to crane your whole body to the left if you wanted to do as much as catch his eyes in the rearview mirror. So you count your losses and let your eyes trail back out the window, watching the highway and the fields beyond pass you by while Jisung quietly scrolls through Changbin’s Spotify.
You’re on the way to the mountains, to Changbin’s family’s cabin in the woods. They usually rented it out as an airbnb, but had offered it to Changbin and his friends for a little fall break getaway, which you had gladly accepted. You’re in the car with Chan, Changbin and Jisung, but the others are also on the way, Felix, Jeongin and Hyunjin in one car, bringing copious amounts of snacks and food, and Seungmin and Minho in the last, and most likely quietest car, bringing what is probably a ridiculous amount of booze.
“You have so many playlists, Changbin-hyung,” Jisung whines, kicking his feet restlessly into the carpet.
“Just pick one that looks good,” Changbin retorts, “we pretty much listen to the same stuff anyways, I don’t know why you’re insisting on using mine.”
Jisung scoffs.
“I will not let you tease me later about me bothering you with my music for four hours,” he pouts, and this time you can’t help but giggle. He must know that he will get teased anyways. “Plus, I wanna find some new stuff to listen to.”
He scrolls for 10 more seconds before he shrugs.
“Okay, fuck it, let’s just do this one, this looks chill.”
He presses play and your body reacts immediately, before your brain can even catch up, heat dripping down your spine and into your abdomen. No, he couldn’t have …
“Which one is that …?” Changbin asks, his voice sounds casual enough to the boys, but not to you, attuned as you are to even the slightest crack in his facade.
Jisung obliviously checks Changbin’s phone again.
“It doesn’t have a title. Just the explosion emoji,” he shrugs and goes back to looking out the window, his head bopping to the music, completely oblivious to what he just did.
Of the 90 odd playlists on Changbin’s Spotify, Jisung had somehow managed to pick your and Changbin’s fucking sex playlist.
Frank Ocean’s voice floats through the car, and you see Changbin’s fingers flex on the steering wheel. You rack your brain for a reason to ask Jisung to change playlists, but the heat coiling between your legs is too addicting, making your head a little fuzzy already. And so neither you nor Changbin say anything as the song nears its end and when the tinny sample of Agora Hills starts playing, it doesn’t even take you by surprise. No, all it does is remind you of a few nights ago, of the same voice greeting you as you walked out of the bathroom wrapped in your towel, Changbin waiting for you, lounging on the bed wearing a tight black t-shirt and a devilish grin on his handsome face.
He’d gotten up and sauntered over to you, ignoring your raised eyebrow, thick arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you so close you could smell the cologne on his skin. He’d pushed you against the wall and kissed you with such eager lips, warm hands slithering over your damp skin, hot tongue licking the stray water droplets off your shoulders before ripping the towel from your body and sinking to his knees. He’d given you your first orgasm right there, against the bedroom wall with your thigh over his shoulder, and the second one on the bed, hands laced with yours as he fucked his tongue into you.
The memory vibrates through your body, and it’s like you can feel his soft fingertips on your skin, can feel his hot breath on your lips, the rumble of his groan against your clit. Arousal already pools deep in your gut when the song changes.
But this one, is even worse, the Weeknd’s voice calm and balmy in your ears and taking you back to a few months ago, a random weekend off for Changbin, when he’d suggested the blindfold for the first time. Said blindfold has become a regular part of your sex life now, but you still remember everything from that first night, the intensity of it all, of every one of Changbin’s touches, of the nerves jittering through your body, of the otherworldly feeling of the orgasm he pulled from you with his fingers, of the wet tears staining the black silk as you begged for him to take it off so you could look at him as you fell apart – the look on his face when he did, the way his thumbs wiped your tears away as he kissed you, forehead’s touching as you fell apart almost at the same time.
Distantly, you can hear Jisung ask Changbin about the cabin, the rooms, where the nearest supermarket is, but you can’t find it in yourself to focus. Chan next to you, thankfully, still has his eyes closed, his arms crossed over his chest that’s rising and falling gently.
For a second, you wonder if Changbin knows. If the edge to his voice is real, or if it’s all in your head. But then a muscle in his neck jumps when the song changes, and you know he knows, know he feels it, too.
Your pussy throbs when the bass drum of the next song hits, the smell of your laundry detergent wafting off your clothes only serving to drive you a little more insane, intensifying the memory of your face buried into the freshly washed duvet of the foot end of the bed, sucking in greedy lungfuls of air through your open, drooling mouth, on the night Changbin had fucked you raw for the first time. When you slightly shift in your seat you have to bite back a moan, your pussy so sensitive, your whole body floating somewhere on the edge of reality where you can feel the memory of Changbin’s nails digging into the skin of your hips, of his plush pink lips dragging wetly against the shell of your ear as he gasped strings of praises into your ear before he filled you up, so hot and sticky and perfect and addicting.
You lift your hand with no involvement of your brain, burning with the need to establish some kind of grounding contact with the love of your life in the front seat before you lose your goddamn mind.
Changbin nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your fingers tracing the swell of his tense muscles, and his vision blurs for a moment when your fingernails drag down his skin. He doesn’t know if this is better or worse because the feeling of finally being able to feel you, instead of having to contend with the dull ache of knowing you’re behind him with no chance to even see you, makes him a little bit dizzy.
He’s rock fucking hard and weeping into his boxers, has been since the first notes of Jisung’s ill-fated pick rung through the car, and he thanks whatever fucking deity gave him the idea of wearing jeans today because if he was wearing sweats, there is no way Jisung wouldn’t have caught on. But instead, all Jisung does is babble on and on about the week, about whether there might be some early snow, about who he should room with, about how he had always wanted to try chopping wood, though he wonders if he’ll be strong enough to do it.
And Changbin truly tries his best to make all the appropriate noises, say all the right things and focus on the road at the same time, though that is so, so hard when the song that’s playing now was the one reverberating through the walls of the bathroom of a club he doesn’t remember the name of while you were on your knees, skirt flaring over your soft thighs, your eyes so big and watery and pretty as you took his cock down your throat.
It’s torture, the way he can still feel your nails digging into his thighs, the music throbbing through the wall and into his spine, the way he feels the phantom of your throat constricting around his cock.
“He wouldn’t, right?” Jisung says through the horny fog in Changbin’s brain, and Changbin has to blink a few times before he can reply.
“No, Minho would never pick Seungmin over you,” he says dutifully, but all he can focus on is the memory of the tears dripping down your glittered cheeks, the lipstick smeared around the base of his cock.
He casts a glance at Google Maps and the indicator that there are only 13 minutes left would be a relief, but that’s almost 4 more songs, and he knows which one’s next because it’s the one you don’t always get to, the one you only still get to hear when it’s 3am and his whole body is folded over you, your sweet gasps and whines and slick sounds filling the room, as he fucks his release back into you, filthy and hot and wet. It’s usually at this point that his brain to mouth filter has melted away, and he starts slurring his words when he tells you he wants to marry you, wants to put a baby or five in you and raise them and grow old together. And it’s always bittersweet because at this point, with you whimpering, promising you’re his, his orgasm racks through him dry, no more cum left to fill you up with.
His cock twitches and he has to stop himself from grimacing when a thick stream of pre-cum leaks into his boxers.
Are you as affected as he is? It kills him, the fact that he can’t even see you, the only thing he can see in his rearview mirror, apart from the road, is a sleeping Chan. He wonders how you’re doing, if your body is on fire like his, if you’re squirming in your seat trying to get friction, if you’re wet in your …
He has to actively stop himself because if he thinks about your pretty, creamy little pussy now he might actually cum untouched. Oh, but he wonders, wonders if you’ve been turned on for long enough that it does the maddening, hot throb it sometimes does. Wonders if you’ll cum quickly when he’s finally buried in you, squeezing around him so hard he sees stars as he fucks you through it and towards your second …
“Wow!” Jisung exclaims, and Changbin nearly swerves straight into a tree. Wait, a tree?
When he blinks back into focus he realises they’re rolling up to the cabin, his cabin, a silver car parked in front of it, Minho waving to them with one gloved hand before he goes back to unloading beer.
“Ha, I knew we wouldn’t be last. Hyunjin’s on dish duty tonight, just like I told him he would.”
Jisung jumps out of his seat as soon as Changbin kills the motor, already skipping down the drive and yelling about dishes and a bet to Minho. Chan yawns behind him.
“Thanks for driving, man,” he mumbles, slapping a hand on Changbin’s shoulder, and Changbin forces himself to give him a smile. He wonders if his face is as hot as it feels.
When Chan throws the car door shut behind him, Changbin finally dares to throw a discreet look down.
Oh, he’s definitely hard, and he has no idea how Jisung didn’t notice because it is … obvious. No wet spot, thankfully, even though his boxers are sticky with his pre-cum, but his cock, right there, hard and pulsing and straining against the zipper. Straining so hard, as a matter of fact, that he has to bite back a hiss as he climbs out of the car.
But then the back door of the car opens and you get out. Changbin’s cock kicks valiantly, heart squeezing in his chest when he finally lays eyes on you because you’re … you’re you, always like straight out of his best wet dreams, but god, he loves you like this, legs deliciously shaky, chest rising and falling rapidly, burning hot blush on your pretty face.
The look in your eyes is nothing short of feral, all blown pupils and eyelids heavy with arousal, the last remnants of his reason fly out the window. He swallows and chuckles drily, gaze not budging from yours as he slowly reaches out his hand and drags you closer, until your bodies are pressed together. The proximity, your hot breath against his face, he wants to eat you whole. He blinks down at you slowly.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”
“Then we better hurry,” you say and Changbin leans down, winding one arm around your waist, using the other to swoop you up into his arms, before carrying you into the house, past Minho and Jisung and Chan without so much as a hello, and kicks the door of the first bedroom he finds shut behind him.
Minho blinks after you stupidly and gives Jisung a look.
“What’s gotten into them?” he asks incredulously. Jisung grins, but his cheeks are a fiery red.
“I’m pretty sure I accidentally put on their sex playlist in the car.”
Minho’s eyebrows shoot up and Chan chokes on air.
“Jisung!” he scolds, but Jisung just giggles giddily.
“In my defence, I didn’t notice until like 4 songs in when I saw Changbin bricked up and clutching the steering wheel for dear life.”
Minho smirks at him, and Jisung blushes even deeper.
“Jesus Christ,” Seungmin suddenly yells behind them, and they turn to see him hurrying out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him, “didn’t they arrive like literally 2 minutes ago, how are they already fucking?!”
Chan groans, running an exasperated hand down his face. Minho is still staring at Jisung, dark eyes watching him as he shrugs nonchalantly.
“It was a good playlist.”
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atinystraynstay · 16 days
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In The Woods Somewhere - Kim Mingyu
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Synopsis: Going into the woods was not your idea of a vacation. However, Mingyu was determined to change your mind.
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem. reader
WARNING: MINORS DNI
Genre: established relationship, soft smut
Contains: nudity, grinding, begging, exhibitionism (even if you can call it that), unprotected sex (wrap it up, my friends!), pet names (use of daddy), creampie
Word Count: 3.5k
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"Do I need to make a right or left turn?" Mingyu muttered.
His eyes glanced back and forth between the road in front of him and the GPS. You couldn't help but giggle at how adorable looked, even if he looked like a mad man behind the wheel. His eyebrows were scrunched together, his tongue slightly poking out from his lips.
"Honey, would you leave that to me?" "Yes, passenger princess," he said teasingly.
Yet, he still reached over to pull your hand gently to his lips where he placed a lingering kiss on the back of your hand. Even when he was in a playful mood, he never wanted you to doubt it came from a place of endearment.
You squeezed his hand affectionately as your eyes analyzed the GPS mounted on the dashboard.
"Okay, you're going to make a left then follow the dirt road to the cabin." "Aye, aye captain!"
You couldn't help but giggle at his antics. One of the things you adored about Mingyu was his goofy personality. It made life fun, even when you felt like the world around you was crashing down.
That is why Mingyu instantly recommended a getaway, just for the two of you. He, of course, felt his own stressors at work. With deadlines and projects popping up, the time you have as a couple was very limited. If anything, the most you see each other is when you are going to bed. But even then, there is a chance one of you might be asleep before the other gets home.
Some of Mingyu's fondest childhood memories came from the outdoors. His father created fond memories of going out fishing, which Mingyu aspired to do with his future children. He also loved the moments his friends decided to rent out a cabin and spend a week together. That experience brought all of them closer.
And that was something he wanted to experience with you.
While you loved the effort Mingyu put into the relationship and looked out for your well-being, you were hesitant. Not because this was technically your first trip as a couple. You were excited for that part!
Unlike Mingyu, you never understood the allure of the woods. You were always drawn to city life where things were fast-paced. Being outdoors slowed down reality in ways you weren't sure how to cope with. You also weren't the biggest fans of all the bugs.
Mingyu was still determined to make this the best trip possible.
The two of you had been driving from the city nearly all afternoon. The sun has completely dipped behind the mountain but still painted the sky in dark hues of blue and purple. You could somewhat make out the landscape around you, but it made you more eager to be in the arms of your loving boyfriend as soon as possible.
"I think this is it!" Mingyu proudly announced.
You looked ahead to see the cabin Mingyu rented out for the next several days. It was made out of cherry-colored wood with the railing of the porch painted green. There was a set of stairs that led down to the dock which connected to the river. Mingyu would definitely be intrigued to go down in the morning.
"It looks so cozy. What a great pick, baby."
He smiled wider at your satisfaction. Everything Mingyu did was to satisfy you. You were his everything.
"Come on, we better get inside before it's completely dark. Who knows what lurks out there."
Your eyes widened before you began to scramble out of his car. Mingyu couldn't help but chuckle, but he also felt a bit guilty. This trip was about making memories with you. He didn't want to do anything to risk you not enjoying your time.
Once out of the car, the two of you headed towards the trunk of his vehicle. You were about to retrieve your purple duffle bag, but Mingyu beat you two it before you could even reach forward.
There was rustling beside you which caused you to jump. Mingyu smirked a bit when you moved closer to him. Any sign that you trusted him and needed him boosted his ego. He made sure to put the strap of his own duffle bag over his head so it hung at his side. His left hand held the strap of yours, so his free hand was free for you.
Instead, you wrapped both of your arms around his arm. He leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on your forehead before escorting you inside the cabin.
Luckily, the owner of the cabin texted Mingyu all the directions on how to enter. And by some miracle, he didn't break the smart keypad.
Your shoes found their temporary home by the front of the door. Slowly, you detached yourself from Mingyu to explore the cabin. The front of the cabin was like its own sunroom with a view of the river. You knew you'd appreciate it a bit more in the morning when you can see it clearly with your cup of coffee.
Mingyu had already migrated to setting your belongings in the bedroom. You began to follow, but also at a more leisurely pace. Your eyes bounced around the living room. There was a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall with a couch and two recliners. Eve though you knew you and Mingyu would be cuddling either way and not need as many seating options.
The kitchen was an open floor concept with a generous amount of counter space and a kitchen island. You two had stopped for food on the way to the cabin, so you weren't particularly hungry. A trip to the grocery store was in order which excited.
One of your favorite things to do with Mingyu was to cook. Or mainly to watch him cook. It was one of the qualities of Mingyu you adored. You loved watching his tall stature over the stove. He was really in his element whenever he was in the kitchen. You couldn't help but also stare at the way his arms would flex when doing the simplest of techniques.
You were about to join your boyfriend in the bedroom when a pair of hands stopped you in your tracks. If it was in any other scenario, you might've jumped. However, you could always recognize the loving touch of your beloved.
"How did you know I was about to come find you?"
Your head tilted back so you could look up at Mingyu. He smiled wide when he was able to look into your eyes. Often, Mingyu compared your eyes to two lost gems. He had never seen a color quite like yours which made him want to stare into your eyes all day.
"Lucky guess, pretty girl," he chuckled. His lips pressed against your temple which caused you to flutter your eyes shut at the feeling. It was such a simple, sweet gesture but one that nevertheless got your heart racing. You leaned back into Mingyu's chest where he took the opportunity to wrap his arms fully around you.
"You know, there is one thing I forgot to mention." "Uh oh," you began. "Don't tell me you forgot something or broke something already. We haven't even been here for 5 minutes!"
He wanted to look at you as if he had been hurt. However, he knew his track record of causing chaos whenever he simply looked at something. And there is no way he could be mad at his girl knowing him so well.
"Surprisingly not yet. But there is a hot tub here, wanna go break that in?"
Kim Mingyu is the only person who could convince you to get in a bikini at the beginning of spring. When it was still chilly and where layering your clothing was recommended.
Loving Mingyu was something you thought only existed in films. It was refreshing to be embraced by someone who loves you unconditionally. Even on the busiest days, he came home to be the man you needed. You two balanced each other by both being silly and being there to support one another during the trials of life.
It made you want to leap into his arms while also being there to hold him when he needed you. He was your everything.
And, staring at the man before you, you knew you made the right decision in saying yes to his offer. You had slipped into the bathroom to get out of your clothes. Mingyu went out to set up the hot tub, so it was all warm and ready to welcome you.
He had already slipped into the hot tub. His clothes had become a pile on one of the chairs. His arms rested along the back of the hot tub. Underneath the moon, he glistened. The honey tone of his skin made you salivate, wanting to shower him with your attention and affectionate.
He was all yours.
"What are you waiting for, pretty girl?" He teased you. "Seem a little distracted tonight. Let me come help you."
You bit your lip, unable to stifle the giggle caused by his antics. You were standing on the desk with a white fluffy towel wrapped around your clothes. You had another towel for Mingyu, going to rest it by his clothes for later. You took a step closer so you were by the edge where the deck met the hot tub.
Mingyu had pushed himself off of the edge of the hot tub so he could make his way over to you. The water stopped by his waist, not giving away but also leaving little to the imagination as the water was still a bit clear. He smirked with confidence, knowing you were eyeing him.
His hand extended out to you, so he could help you in the hot tub.
Slowly, you untucked your towel and let it drop onto the wooden deck. You shivered from the chilly air hitting your exposed skin, but also from Mingyu's gaze on you. Your nipples hardened and goosebumps rose on your skin. Mingyu's eyes marveled at you. Underneath the moon, you glowed. He was starstruck. This was always how he looked at you, like it was the first time he got the privilege of seeing you naked. You just kept getting more beautiful every single time. He noticed the pink flush on your cheeks which made his heart race. How could someone be so sexy yet so adorable at the same time.
He helped ease you into the warm water, not wanting you to accidentally slip. He would catch you regardless. You sighed gently as the warm water hit your skin and instantly relaxed your muscles. You were having a hard time remembering when you felt this at peace. There was no impending deadlines, no late night cals with the office. You were just here in the moment with the man you loved the most.
"I love seeing you like this." "Naked?" You laughed. "I mean, yes, I love being the man that you feel comfortable around to be this vulnerable. But I love seeing you content."
Smiling up at Mingyu, you wrapped your arms around his torso. He pulled you fully in his arms as he reclaimed his position in the hot tub. It was like he was sitting on his royal throne with you, his queen, accompanying him.
Once straddled his lap, so your arms could fully wrap around his neck. Your fingers drove through the hair at the back of his head, causing Mingyu's eyes to flutter shut. His hands squeezed your hips appreciatively. His biggest weakness was feeling your touch all over his body. It could be as simple as holding his hand in public to intimate moments like this. Any time he felt you presence, he was reassured this was all real and not some cruel dream.
His thumbs circled your hips, causing you to melt into him. The slight shift in your body caused you to rub against his cock. His breathing hitched gently as he looked down at you, biting you lip. You didn't think much of it until you felt his cock pressing up against your boner, making your crave him even a completely different way.
"Really?" You teased. "Can you blame me?" He rolled his eyes.
You could feel his hands leaving your hips towards your ass. You smiled at the feeling, loving whenever his hands ran all over your body. His hands fully cupped your ass, giving it a light squeeze.
"I am simply just a man with everyone's dream girl. Who is also naked. It's really human nature, baby." "Seems like we should do something about that. Wouldn't want you to perish in agony."
He chuckled lightly before his lips began to fall all over his face. His lips first pressed against your forehead lingeringly. With his hands on your ass, he gently rocked your back and forth against him. You could feel the side of his cock brushing against your pussy lips, occasionally the tip of his cock hitting your clit. That would send jolts of pleasure and excitement running through your part.
Even though the actions were starting to become more sexual, his kisses remained innocent. His lips moved from your forehead to the side of your nose, then your cheeks. He couldn't fight off the smile that curled on his lips whenever he felt your cheeks rise from your own smile. His lips then moved to peck yours before trailing down your neck. That was when your own fingers gripped his hair, causing him to let a moan slip.
He pressed gently kisses against your neck until he felt your breathing hitch. Jackpot. That was when he began his full attack on your neck. He sucked a lovely bruise into the side of your neck. His teeth grazing against the spot which made your back arch and chest further press into his. God, he loved the feeling of your body against his.
It's been far too long since the two of you have been intimate like this.
He wanted to take his time with you, to cherish you. He wanted to make up for the weeks of late nights, missed moments shared together, and simple kisses before bed or work. Mingyu wouldn't necessarily say he was needy, but there was no doubt he needed you.
"Baby," you whispered out.
It was as if you were afraid if you spoke too loud, the moment would be lost. It was really just the two of you that seemed to exist.
There were other cabins around, but the best part you learning about being in the woods was the space between you and everyone else. You and Mingyu had the opportunity to just get lost together, with one another.
He let out a light hum before grudgingly moving away from your neck. He took a moment to marvel at his work. There certainly would be a hickey there come the morning. And the best part is that you wouldn't try to cover it. Mingyu was always proud whenever he got to show off his adoration to you, whether it be through something physical like a hickey or doing something to make you feel special.
"Yes, my love?" "Just fuck me already."
Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise. You had never been so direct with him in the moment. He knew he sometimes gets too carried away in the foreplay, edging you for what felt like hours. To him, he would edge you for however long as possible if it meant getting you wet and ready for him. He was always afraid of harming you.
"Baby, are you sure? I won't tease this time, I promise. I don't want to hurt you."
Your sweet Mingyu. You smiled at him reassuringly before both of your hands reached forward to take a hold of your face. With him looking into your eyes, you saw all the love he has for you. Your thumbs caressed his cheeks affectionately, maintaining eye contact so he knew you were serious before getting too lost in the moment.
"I am positive that I want you to fuck me into oblivion right here, right now in this hot tub. We've gone weeks without sex," you pouted. "I just want to feel so close to my boyfriend. Is that too much to ask?"
Fuck, he was down bad for you.
"Not at all, darling, but are you sure you're wet enough?" "Mingyu, you are the most attractive guy I've ever seen and I'm lucky to call you mine. I'm always wet around you." "Okay, needy baby."
Without needing much other persuasion, he moved your body so your pussy hovered over his cock. With your assistance though, you aligned his cock with your pussy. You both let out a groan at the relieving feeling of being so close to one another. His hands momentarily left your ass to hold onto your hips. He squeezed them once before helping you ease down onto him.
The water helped ease the stretch of Mingyu. It was a delicious stretch, but nevertheless, one you haven't experienced in a while. Mingyu's cock filled you up in the best way, with a slight curve of his cock fully pressing against your g-spot when he was all the way inside.
"You okay, darling?" "Perfect, Gyu."
He smiled in satisfaction before pressing a kiss to your temple. His sweet girl. All his.
His hips moved downwards before he began to settle into a deep, slow pace. He groaned at the feeling of your wet pussy. It was amazing to him that he had no hard time distinguishing the warm water from your own juices. He just knew you that well. Your walls hugged him, welcoming back home.
Your head tilted back slightly which gave Mingyu access to planting more hickies along your neck. His hips began to snap harder as he wanted to die you everything you've craved the past three weeks. He let his tongue run along the old hickey before settling on the new ones.
Moans were falling out of your lips subconsciously. You just couldn't control yourself nor did you want to. You wanted Mingyu, and quite frankly anyone, to hear how good he makes you feel. Your one hand remained on the back of his head, fingernails grazing along his scalp. Your other hand moved to rest on his bicep. You got wetter at the feeling of his arms flexing.
"Yeah, baby? You feel that good that you turn into my little girl?" "Yes, daddy," you whimpered. "Missed you, missed your cock." "God, I've missed you so fucking much."
His hips picked up the pace, going faster and harder. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix which had you already seeing stars.
He pulled back from your neck to watch you. He loved the way your fingers clung onto him. Your cheeks were almost permanently flushed with your eyelashes resting against your cheeks from your eyes fluttered shut. You never looked more beautiful than in his moment.
"Only one for me," he grunted out. "Only one I want and need."
Your heart was swelling from the sweet nothings he spoke to you. Even in the most sexual moments, Mingyu never wanted you to forget his love for you.
His own fingernails were beginning to dig into your skin, as your body trembled. You were lost in a trance from his thrusts were all you could do was moan out his name and other incoherent words. You were so fucked out, so far gone. All thanks to Mingyu.
He let out a sharp breath when he felt your pussy squeeze his cock. Your walls began to pulsate around him which caused him to throb more.
"Is my sweet girl close? Hmm? Do you need to cum?" "Please," you gasped out as one particular thrust felt like he slammed into your cervix.
I guess you were going to be the first thing Mingyu breaks on this trip. Not that you were complaining.
"Cum for me. Cum like the good girl I know you are."
Not needing to be told twice, you felt like you were exploding with euphoria. You came fast and hard, almost embarrassingly. It's just been so long without getting to be this vulnerable, this intimate with your boyfriend. One of you was just bound to break first. Your back arched and toes curled, body pressing all the way into Mingyu's to the point you two could just become one.
He let out a loud groan as he came along with you. Hot spurts of his cum filled your walls, throbbing to make sure every last drop filled you. You sighed in content at the feeling before your hold on him went limp and you buried your face into his neck. The two of you didn't dare move as you too much enjoyed the closeness of him at the moment. And Mingyu liked the idea of you not wasting a singular drop.
His fingers moved from your hips to run up and down your back comfortingly. Aftercare was so important to Mingyu, maybe even more important than sex itself.
"See? The woods aren't so bad, are they?"
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Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray, and Fasha the dog. And living in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Having all that room, seeing as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it would be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump
So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW Microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump. Well, we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the Dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving". And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw ours down. That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie.
He said, "Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage." After speaking to Obie for about forty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down And pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station. So we got in the red VW Microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station, and the first was that he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it, and the other thing was that he could have bawled us out and told us never to be seen driving garbage around the vicinity again, which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station, there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid. Get in the back of the patrol car."
And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the, quote, "Scene of the Crime," unquote. I wanna tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusetts, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the "Scene of the Crime" there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station; they was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was, to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner, the southwest corner and that's not to mention the aerial photography
After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?" Obie said he was making sure, and friends, Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars, roll out the - roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?), Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had another Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog and then at twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American Blind Justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow
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I'm on my knees begging for even the crumbs you dropped on the floor for ANYTHING related to the Todoroki Mafia AU 😩
What do you want me to say???? I mean, all I can think about is reader being the most naive, most kind hearted person ever and when she falls for Katsuki and overheard him say to your brothers that he "would never love a spoiled brat like you, especially one that comes from the dirty bloodline of Todoroki clan-", you're just so broken.
Your father finds you in your bed, sobbing your little heart out and it just- the sight shatters him. Of course he takes you in his arms and assures you that Katsuki doesn't know what he's talking about, that he surely will fall in love with you- is already in love with you, he's juts in denial, he's shy to admit his feelings because of the animosity between the two families.
And when Enji threatens Katsuki to fucking behave and pretend that he's in love with you, Katsuki does for 1 sinister reason only.
To gain your trust and then break you. And thereby, break your family.
So when Katsuki is let out of the basement, he sees you in the kitchen for the first time, frantically running about and fussing over the dishes with the help.
"No, no this is too bland!" "But ma'am, you don't eat spicy food." "Yes, but Katsuki likes his food extra spicy! Add more chilli oil."
Were you- Were you actually fussing over food for him? Katsuki was taken aback.
As soon as your eyes spotted him, you yelped and turned around, quickly taking a paper towel to wipe off your sweat and fixing your hair before turning around.
"K-Katsuki! Welcome! You're just in time for lunch!" You'd seat him down and serve him the dish you'd made, watching him eat it with a worried expression.
Katsuki did not expect it to be this good. And had your name not have Todoroki in it, he would have wifed you up right then and there.
However, Katsuki did something else. He pulled you down next to him and forced you to take a few bites too. You did so, if only to please him (and to convince him that it wasn't poisoned.)
Within a few minutes, your lips had swollen up from the burning spice and your face had become red and sweaty as you huffed and puffed. Katsuki would never admit it, but the sight of your puffy red lips made him want to sink his teeth into them and make you cry from the pain.
(From then on, he made sure to make you eat more spicy food)
Katsuki had also discovered that you were somewhat of a worrywart when it came to this "relationship". You were quite conscious about his likes and dislikes, making sure everything was up to his standards, going above and beyond to make him happy, even if it hurt yourself sometimes.
And yes, Katsuki did take advantage of it sometimes. He made you break rules that hour family had set for you, like staying up late and sneaking out with him with no guards. Or drinking alcohol, when you didn't even like it. Or showing you how to use guns when your family never even allowed you to touch one.
The worst of all was when you'd defend Katsuki against your family, take his side, get in between when Dabi was punching Katsuki. It scared your family, how willing you were to go against them for Katsuki. And how quickly Katsuki was changing you from being a naive angel to a mischief like him.
Katsuki thought he was winning, thought his plan was working. And it was, right up until you came to his room at night with a bag and car keys. You lead him outside of the house through a secret passage way, where a getaway car was waiting for him. Katsuki thought you were running away with him.
"Go now."
"What? You're not coming along?"
You tilted your head in confusion. "No, why would I?"
"Because...you're in love with me?" Katsuki replied.
You smiled, and Katsuki saw your eyes getting glossy. "Yes, precisely. I am in love with you. But you're not in love with me." Katsuki was taken aback, but you continued before he could say anything. "Its okay. I guess, I knew it for quite some time. I just didn't want to admit it. However, I've realised that this would be unfair to you. I do love you, probably always will. But that is my problem, not yours. So, go now. Ive made sure the car is untraceable so you can drive off safely. My brothers are not home and Fuyumi is dead asleep and Dad's busy working in his study so no one will follow you."
He's still confused. "But you love me."
You smiled sadly, as tears finally fell down your cheek. You closed the gap between you two and kissed him briefly.
"Goodbye, Katsuki." And with that, you turned and went back inside your house, leaving Katsuki outside dumbfounded.
Ain't no way he's NOT in love with you now! Not after that kiss.
Katsuki drives away with his mind clouded by you. How could you so selfless, so amazing, SO FUCKING CUTE!?! He's raging as he comes to his home, breaking stuff as he's conflicted by his emotions.
Why is his heart hurting now?! Why is he having all these love dovey feelings bubbling up in him?!WHY WHY WHY-
Back home, after you told your family that you let Katsuki go because you're not in love with him anymore, they're all relieved. Sure, they know that you're lying because they can't see the usual spark in your eyes anymore, but they're sure that they can help you return to your old self in no time.
Cue Enji giving you his card and your siblings booking you a holiday and shopping sprees.
Years pass by and you've gotten over Katsuki by now, coming to terms with your life and enjoying it with being the little baby of your family. You're sleeping in your bed one night when suddenly someone slaps a hand over your mouth, startling you.
"Dont scream." They say before injecting you with something, effectively knocking you out.
When you wake up, you're in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed. You turn to your side, only to find him.
Katsuki.
He was sleeping next to you, his usually angry and annoyed expressions replaced with peace and calm. Perhaps it was the way the light hit his face, making his blonde hair shine, his long eyelashes barely resting on his cheek, his pink lips slightly parted, it all made him look irresistible. Without realising, you'd reached out to touch his cheek.
"You done checking me out?" You squeaked as you heard his gruff voice, pulling his hand back, but he immediately grabbed it and placed it back on his cheek. "Didn't tell you to stop." Katsuki said, as he finally opened his eyes, his brilliant red eyes glaring at you.
"I- I'm sorry?" You offered, but Katsuki just rolled his eyes before kissing your palm.
"Just go back to sleep, idiot." He said closing his eyes again. You almost did, before realising that this isn't your home.
"Um- Katsuki?" He hummed. "Uh- um, I- why am I here? What did you do?"
"You're here because I want you to be here."
"Huh?"
"Because you're in love with me."
"Well actually- um, I kinda got over-"
"Dont you fucking say it." He growled. "You think you're not in love with me, you think you've gotten over me because your family brainwashed you to think so." He pulled you closer until your face was few centimetres apart. "I will protect you from them. I will make you love me again. I fucking love you too, you idiot." And with that he kissed you.
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Youre not in love with him anymore, but Katsuki has lost sleep because of you over the past few years and while he won't say that he's love with you a lot, he's gaslight himself into believing that he's kidnapped you to save you from your vile family.
In short, blonde here is now a yandere.
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Falling In Love Forever
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Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader
Summary || Bucky takes you on an magical getaway where he expresses his undying love for you like never before.
Word Count || 2K
Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Mild Smut — 18+ Only, Minors DNI, implied sex, tooth-rotting fluff.
Authors Note || This is for my lovely and bestest @jadedvibes Falling In Love writing challenge <3 I’m so in love and proud of this fic (but also a little nervous to share). Thank you Jade for hosting such a wonderful challenge!
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
TFATWS!Bucky Masterlist
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“Please, babe, can't you just give a tiny little hint to where you're taking me?”
He averted his eyes from the dark and deserted road that you'd been driving on for the past hour or so and onto you for a few moments—a sweet and mischievous smile displayed on his face. You tried to give him your best and innocent puppy-dog eyes, hoping your soft expression would entice him to reveal some of the secrets about your getaway that he's been teasing you with all week, but he wouldn't budge.
“Hey,” he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours, laying a sweet kiss on the back of it, “you know I always want to tell you everything no matter what, but this is the one exception where I won't. I want this to be a surprise for you, doll.”
Although you wanted nothing more than to prod him with questions about where you were going, you didn't want him to get upset in any way due to your impatience and possibly spoil the surprise he's been so excited about. So you held your tongue, trusting that all your pondering would be worth it in the end.
“Ok, Bucky,” you gave him an accepting squeeze of your hand, “I trust you.”
The car went silent; only the soft melody of the radio filled the comfortable silence as you continued driving on, hands still interlocked together.
A couple more minutes passed before Bucky turned off from the main road and onto a dirt one that led far into the woods. You kept on going for a few more minutes until you started to see lights in the distance slowly approaching as you drove closer.
And there it was, the surprise—the most charming and cozy log cabin. The autumn trees surrounding it were decorated with twinkling lights, creating a sheltered bubble shielding you from the dark and thick forest around.
“Ok, here it is,” Bucky announced as he stopped the car.
“Oh, Bucky,” you muttered in a soft exhale. Your eyes sparkled just like the twinkling lights did as you looked upon the beautiful cabin where you would be spending your weekend alone—you and your most favourite and loved person in the whole world, Bucky.
You got out of the car, as did Bucky. And you stood outside in the chilling weather for a moment, taking it all in. You were in awe at the warmth and love that radiated from the cabin, letting it engulf you while your lover stood by your side and pulled you closer to his safe embrace.
“I hope I didn't exaggerate the surprise. I know it's not anything big and fancy, but I just wanted to take you somewhere cozy and secluded, all to myself.” You heard the smirk in his tone but also a hint of insecurity that you may not like where he's taken you, which you found quite offensive because you wanted nothing more than this right here.
“Babe, it's beautiful,” you leaned your head on his shoulder, “I don't want anything more than you. I don't care where we go. As long as I have you, it's absolutely perfect.”
He blushed a bright pink as he looked down at his shoes, kicking the dirt and feeling his heart warm up with pure love.
“Y-you want to go inside?”
“Yes! What are we waiting for? Let's go.”
Bucky took your bags from the car before unlocking the door to the cabin, letting you enter first. You were surprised to find the space lit and warm as you thought it would be freezing cold.
“The owners were here an hour ago to get the place heated up for us.”
“That was nice of them,” you mumbled as you started taking off your coat, but Bucky stopped you.
“Keep it on. There’s lots out the back to show and explore.”
“Alright then,” you smiled before bundling yourself up again.
“Have a look around. I'll just put our things upstairs.”
While Bucky went upstairs to put your bags away, you explored the downstairs. The kitchen was well equipt with a full fridge of groceries and snacks, a table to sit and eat at, a lounge area to chill and read, and the most impressive and crucial part of the cabin, the beautiful stone fireplace, with a snug little space of fluffy rugs and comfortable pillows in front of it.
You stood and admired it, already fantasising about all the uses you and Bucky would have for such an intimate area—relaxing, reading, napping, having sex. Lots of nasty sex and lovemaking.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you out of the daydream and making you tense up for a split second before relaxing and leaning into the familiar embrace of your boyfriend, laying your arms on top of his. His lips skimmed the sensitive skin of your neck, making you purr in approval of the delicate touch before he laid a sweet kiss behind your ear, making a wave of shivers flow down your spine and arms.
“What are you thinking about, doll?” He murmured—a smirk of knowing what was on your mind evident in his deep tone.
“Just thinking about everything we will do by the fireplace.”
“Mhm, like what?” He voiced in a teasing and sensual manner.
“I-I think it's best I just show you.”
“You can show me everything later, baby, but first,” he turned you around and took your hand in his. His smirk was replaced with an innocent and sweet smile, “I want to show you the outside first.”
You didn't know why he was so insistent on showing you the outside, but you let him lead the way out the back.
The backyard of the log cabin was as beautiful as the front but even more so. The same twinkling lights adorned the autumn trees and lit up their vibrant colours. The slow drops of the leaves every now and then created a picture-perfect scenery.
There was a giant hot tub to the side, a seating area to enjoy a wonderful breakfast or late dinner out in the beautiful nature, and a stone pathway that led to a sunken firepit where you and Bucky could snuggle up in the evening to tell stories and roast s'mores.
The pathway continued further out into the darkness. In the distance, you noticed a lake. The moonlight reflected onto the quiet water.
It was all so absolutely breathtaking. Now you understood why Bucky wanted to show you the back—all the possibilities for you and him to have the most magical and fun weekend together.
All of a sudden, the start of “Can't Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley started playing through speakers you weren't able to locate. Turning around to your boyfriend with a puzzled expression on your face, which softened up when you found him with an adorable grin on his, and his flesh hand stretched out, wanting you to take it.
“What's this, Bucky?”
“Can't I just dance with my wonderful girlfriend in this most magical setting?”
The scenery, the falling leaves, the music, your boyfriend requesting a dance? It was all so corny and cliche, but it was the most perfect it ever could be—everything you ever wanted.
Your face beamed brightly when you took his hand in yours. Unexpectedly, he spun you around, making you giggle in sweet approval before he pulled you flush into his warm embrace, holding you tight and snug into him while his forehead rested on yours, noses brushing one another.
As you swayed together, Bucky hummed along to the words of the love song. His piercing eyes gazed deep into yours: nothing but love and adoration swimming in those perfect blues of his.
Take my hand
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help
Falling In Love with you
You pressed your ear into his chest while he rested his head on yours. You felt so whole and adored as he sang these loving words to you. Even through Bucky's thick clothing, you could still hear his heart beating in a steady rhythm of love and life for you.
You stood for a while, swaying side to side, holding each other so close and basking in your safe bubble of warmth and love.
You started listening to the words and styles of the songs in the playlist Bucky had put on and noticed similarities between them—they were all about Falling In Love.
“Bucky?”
He hummed in response.
“Why are all the songs about falling in love? Are you not in love with me?”
“What?” He took your face in his hands, making you look at him. He bore a confused expression on his face, eyebrows furrowed at your ridiculous question.
“Of course, I'm in love with you, silly girl.”
“So what's with the songs? What's with the falling in love?”
It was probably a silly question to ask since you and Bucky had been together now for three years, and he had expressed his love for you countless times, but you were just so curious about the choice of songs.
He inhaled and exhaled deeply, caressing your cold cheeks while he looked deep in thought. Like he was collecting his words on what to say to you. You hugged him tighter while leaning your chin on his chest and displaying an encouraging smile on your face, wanting to hear his explanation to you.
“The way I think a lot of people perceive love is that you first fall in love with someone, and then over time, you are in love with them after you've gotten to know the person and created a bond. But with you, my doll, I fall in love every single day. Every single moment I just fall so madly and deeply in love with you. But I'm also so crazy in love with you. And I didn't think those two feelings and emotions could be experienced simultaneously. But I do; whenever I'm with you, I experience nothing but those feelings, baby. I'm going to fall in love with you forever but also be in love with you forever.”
You were nothing but speechless as tears polled in your eyes about his expression of love for you. You felt loved, cherished, important and protected by his declaration. And although you had your own words to express your love for him, you knew they could never compare to Buckys.
“I love you so, so much, Bucky. I know it's not near as magnificent as your words, but I just-”
He cut you off by kindly shushing you and leaning his forehead on yours as he held your cheeks. You placed your hands on top of his.
“All I ever need to hear from you are those three words and nothing else, doll.” He leaned in closer, lips brushing your own as you both held big smiles on your faces. “Please, say it again.”
“I love you, Bucky.”
“I love you too.”
He pressed his lips to yours—laying a long and sweet kiss on them, sealing his undying love for you.
Like this, you stood for a while—kissing, hugging and loving on each other before you both pulled away.
The big smiles you had held on your faces were replaced with playful smirks as the sweet love between one another blossomed into lustful love.
“Now, how about I take you inside and show you my need and love for you for hours on end that words can never express, babydoll?”
Bucky palmed your ass tightly while he tugged on his bottom lip. Those perfect blues of his dark with desire now—sex and lust all on his mind.
“Please do, baby, and don’t hold back one bit in loving and fucking all of me.”
“I will love and fuck you till the end of time, my doll; that’s a forever promise.”
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taylorrepdetective · 5 months
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Wait could you expand on says don't go / cornelia street analysis? I would like to hear more about that
Say Don’t Go was written with DW during the last days of December 2013. It appears to be about a new, undefined relationship where Taylor is in that stage of not knowing where the other person stands and is confused and a bit distraught that they are leading her on and don’t feel as strongly as Taylor does. Taylor is hooked and desperately hoping this person isn’t gonna be another unrequited love. You can read it as an early non-labeled relationship because Taylor says “I love you” to the person apparently for the first time, and is met with devastating silence. Ouch. (It obviously could be read as a relationship that is trying to be rekindled and the other person is not fully into it, but to me, new, undefined relationship fits best, especially with the timing of what I believe was going on at this time, and with other context, which I’ll get to.)
The lines “why’d you have to lead me on” and “I’m trying to see the cards that you won’t show” is a direct parallel to Cornelia Street’s looking back to the early stages of that relationship “Back when we were card sharks playing games, I thought you were leading me on”. So assuming Say Don’t Go was written contemporaneously to the events of late 2013, and that verse of Cornelia street is looking back to then, we got a resolution to the questions asked in SDG. Taylor thought they were leading her on but the “you called before I hit the tunnel..showed your hand” indicates that the other person finally explained themselves and they weren’t leading her on. And since in CS she is looking back from 2016 (when she lived at Cornelia st) to the early part of relationship, we can assume that that showing your hand bit in CS means the relationship from late 2013 continued for years.( Yes I know there’s that pesky “packed my bags left Cornelia st” that doesn’t fit 2013 , but let’s not forget she buzzcuts things and doesn’t always write literally because she is in the closet. Personally, I substitute The West Village for Cornelia St here.)
There are lots of other parallels in this song to other songs. First of all we have “cat and mouse for a month or two or three” which in my world view points to an early undefined relationship where they were sort of playing games with each other before they defined it. And Delicate, which was them having The Talk to define it.
The most intriguing parallel, though, is with YAIL. This new idea that Taylor’s confession of love was met with a devastating silence, and then by the time she wrote YAIL she was able to reinterpret that silence into a form of falling in love with your best friend (with the fear of ruining it causing confession paralysis that is such a core queer experience) is really something. I always loved YAIL, but this interpretation takes it to another level that makes me want to jump off a cliff.
Other possible linked songs:
-shot in the darkest dark and Getaway Car’s we never had a shotgun shot in the dark.
-The way she yells “I Love You” calls back to Cruel Summer’s screamed “I Love You” which was met with a devilish grin.
- the knife and the bleeding also ties to cruel summer.
I don’t want to go too far because it’s easy to get caught up in Swiftisms and see parallels that aren’t really there (like she wrote songs about trucks and dresses and rain and porches when she was 13-15 yo, it doesn’t mean she was still singing about that muse 10 years later.) But the card sharks, showing your hand, leading me on stuff between CS and Say Don’t Go is as clear as anything we ever get imo.
Lastly, we have this diary entry to tell us, contrary to her public statement that she stopped dating for two years, she was clearly dating someone during this period (one week after writing SDG) and it wasn’t going well:
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Also, the original prologue to 1989 included this:
I wrote about moving to the loudest and brightest city in the world, the city I had always been overwhelmed by... until now. I think you have to know who you are and what you want in order to take on New York and all its blaring truth. I wrote about the thrill I got when I finally learned that love, to some extent, is just a game of cat and mouse.
So another parallel to Lover, that is specifically about deciding to move to NY.
So to me, it appears that sometime shortly after this diary entry, the Delicate conversation happened and the hand was shown. And she decided to move to NY by the end of January,
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harlowcomehome · 2 years
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The girls wanting to throw a childrens party for mom🥹 yes I’m selfish. I need a throwback party. Piñatas, birthday crowns and sashes birthday hats. CHEESY INVITES?! I’m sorry😭😭
“Party for mommy!”
A/N: Happy birthday sweets!! @creme-delacreme 🥳
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Both you and Jack had a weekend getaway planned for your birthday, meaning you wouldn’t be celebrating with the girls like usual. You were actually kind of sad about it, you were so used to doing birthdays at home that you felt guilty doing some thing without them.
What you didn’t know is that Jack and the girls also had a surprise planned for you at home. Your birthday was on a Tuesday and you and Jack were leaving on Thursday morning, you just assumed you’d sing happy birthday with the girls and eat cake but Jack and the girls had other plans.
Hazel, Jade and Jack spent the earlier parts of last week making handmade invites, usually when you were doing laundry or grocery shopping. Your parents, Jacks parents, Clay, Urban and his kids were the only people invited so invitations didn’t take too long. Jack was grateful for that considering he was running low on glue sticks and glitter.
Hazel had told Jack almost a month ago that she wanted to have a party for you like her and Jade usually have and Jack loved the idea. Hazel knew you would be gone for the weekend and wanted to do something to celebrate with you at home still. The girls and Jack were sneaky, he got all of your decorations without you knowing and he knew you’d love them. He had remembered you telling him about all the “Lisa Frank” things you had as a kid so he tried to reimagine that. Ordering a few things online as well, to really solidify things.
Tuesday came around and you had left early in the day to get your hair and nails done for your birthday weekend, Jack scheduled it that way on purpose. The second you left he pulled all of the decorations out and had the girls help him. Jade was so excited when Jack brought in the unicorn piñata, she was distracted immediately by it.
“Hazel, can you and Jade put a table cloth on the kitchen table for me?” He handed Hazel a hot pink table cloth and she nodded. “Come on Jade, we have to hurry before mommy comes back.” They set that out and then Jack had them help with little things, they set the plates and party hats out while Jack filled the piñata.
Everything was finally decorated when the doorbell rang, it was Urban, Ivy and Everly. “Mommy’s still not home” Jade said as Urban went to give her and Hazel a hug. “Oh no? Not yet?”
“Nope” Jade giggled as she ran off with her cousins.
“Is Clay picking up the food?” Urban asked as he helped Jack finish tying some balloons on the obnoxious balloon arch he ordered.
“Yeah and my mom made a cherry cheesecake, I think” he said with an exhausted smile.
“She’s going to love it dude, why are you stressing?”
“Oh I know she’ll love it, the girls is what I’m worried about. They were so sad we were going to be gone this weekend that they wanted to make sure we had a birthday party for mommy” he laughed.
Clay, Maggie and Brian entered the house with the food and cheesecake. Hazel and Jade came running immediately to greet everyone.
“Grandma! Grandma! Did you make cheecake?” Jade asked excitedly.
“I did bug! Ya know, I think a quarter of you is probably made up of cheesecake” she teased earning a giggle from Jade and a laugh from Jack “I think you’re right about that one.”
Your parents arrived right after earning the same excited giggles from your daughters. They didn’t live in Louisville so seeing them was always exciting for the girls.
“Grandma! Grandpa!” Hazel said excited as her grandma picked her up and gave her a big hug.
Hazel walked around handing out crowns and hats making sure everyone was in birthday party uniform.
Eventually you arrived at your house, wondering why there was so many cars parked outside. You noticed your parents car immediately and ran inside.
“Happy birthday mommy!” Jade said innocently before everyone yelled it. Jade not liking the loud noise ran to you immediately and you picked her up before hugging everyone.
“Mom! Dad! What’re you doing here?” You giggled as you hugged them both.
“Jack said the girls wanted to throw you a party before your trip and we figured we’d get to see you and then we can stay and watch them while you’re gone.” Your mom smiled and you nodded.
You finished greeting everyone and finally got to your husband. “You really pulled this off, I didn’t suspect a thing” you giggled. “Really?” He smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. “Really!”
Hazel came over to you and handed you a crown “this is for the birthday girl” you laughed as you placed it in your hair. Hazel cleared her throat looking at Jack for him to do his part “oh! And this is for you too!” He handed you a homemade sash “birthday mommy” it said in glitter and you half giggled as you put it on.
You turned to see the cheesecake “oh! Thank you Maggie!” She laughed “no problem sweetie!” You picked Jade up pointing to the cheesecake “you have no idea how much cheesecake mommy consumed when you were in her belly.” Maggie snorted “I basically said the same thing.” You laughed and put Jade back down.
“I got a piñata too” Jack whispered and you laughed “did you really?” He nodded and Clay made eye contact with you, you knew he heard Jack. “Oh no Clayborn, I’m so serious you better let me hit it first” you laughed and he already had the stick to hit it with. You chased him out of the house and Jack laughed “okay everyone! Guess it’s piñata time!”
Everyone went outside and watched as a few of you took a turn, trying to bust the piñata open with zero luck. Urban was finally able to bust it open.
While everyone collected candy of the floor you took a second to turn to Jack. “Thank you for today, I really needed it. You’re always so thoughtful.”
“Don’t thank me, it was the girls idea” he hummed and you kissed his cheek. “Either way, I’m pretty damn lucky.”
“And pretty damn old” he teased.
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firefistussy · 10 months
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Jesus Christ so it just hit me today that I'm seeing Taylor Swift tomorrow and I'm just a shaking ball of energy and need to occupy my brain with two things I love...
So here's me telling you guys what Taylor Swift songs remind me of One Piece characters/songs I think they'd like.
"Sweet Nothing"
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(I can't stand how fucking cute he is in this pic)
Goes to our lover boy Sanji. Specifically the line that goes
"Outside they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming, all that you wanted from me was Sweet Nothing."
It clenches my heart everytime and the melody of it is just so good. Bonus points for the acoustic version I feel like he would like this song a lot. It was between this song and Lover but this song won my heart.
"Cruel Summer"
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Okay none of her songs scream Zoro to me BUT I cannot get the image of him smirking out of my head when she yells(and I scream)
"He looks up grinning like a devil"
Like if he looked at me like that I would fucking run
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(OR THIS I WOULD SHIT MY PANTS)
"Getaway Car"
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A lot of Taylor's songs remind me of Nami but come on, this song is about conning a con artist how could she not like it?
"It's no surprise I turned you in, 'cause us traitors never win. I'm in a getaway car, I left you in the motel bar, put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me."
"Ivy"
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I feel like Brook would like her Folklore/Evermore albums the most since she went more acoustic folk with them(yes he knows how to play all of the songs on those albums. Brook, violin cover album when??) His favorite line from the song is
"How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole, on begged and borrowed time."
He loves all her bridges too... (As he should, they're masterpieces)
"It's Nice to have a Friend"
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(yes I picked this gif specifically because alliance=friendship)
I feel like Luffy wouldn't like this song at first, he likes something he can move and run around like an idiot to. But if you get him to actually sit down and listen to the song, he'd really value the lyrics. It makes him think of his chosen family.
"Light pink sky, up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew, twenty questions, we tell the truth, you've been stressed out lately? Yeah me too. Something gave you the nerve, to touch my hand, it's nice to have a friend."
"Gold Rush"
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Why does it remind me of Shanks? Because I thirst after this man like no other. Do I imagine serenading this man with this song? Absolutely, don't @ me. The song is about wanting someone but everyone else is after them as well, hence the line "Everybody wants you, but I don't like a Gold Rush." This whole song reminds me of him so I can't even pick one line but I do love the line
"What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes. My mind turns your life into folklore, I can't dare to dream about you anymore"
"The Lakes"
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Why? Again, I don't know. It's just, in my opinion, her most poetic song she's ever written. Mihawk just seems like the type of guy who only listens to songs that have actual meaning behind the words... (Maybe Perona showed him it🤷🏼‍♀️) He really likes the line
"What should be over burrowed under my skin, in heart stopping waves of hurt, I've come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze, tell me what are my words worth."
Plus this song is about her wanting to get away and unplug from it all... What better way to do that than a secluded castle on an island?? (he also likes The Archer)
"My Tears Ricochet"
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This song. This whole fucking song. This is the best song. Robin would love it. It's dark, meaningful, tragic, powerful as fuck with her tones and melody behind it. I can't explain why but I just feel like this song could fit any of the characters.
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home. And you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones. And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky) and when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullaby)"
(I had to stop myself because I almost just copy and pasted the whole damn song. My love for this knows no bounds.)
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sophietv · 9 months
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The Multidimensions Of Taylor's Art
I wrote this piece on Twitter back in May when people were very loud about the fact that trying to attribute a song to a muse was disrecpectful and was diminishing Taylor's art.
I think today is a good day to repost it:
Taylor Swift's art is multidimensional. She said it herself and as we keep repeating over and over again, she's a Mastermind.
The message she conveys with one song is larger than just being a good song with beautifully written lyrics.
I see a lot of people talking recently about how when people talk about the muses of the song they are "reducing" Taylor's art to her muses. And how gaylorism was somewhat "better" before because the focus was less on this.
(I would like to differ on this, but it’s a whole other conversation). 
But Taylor's art is multidimensional and intentionally directed to her fans. ALL her fans.
In one song, she manages not only to create a masterpiece with incredible lyricism.
She also manages to include deep queer references, ingrained in queer history. 
She also managed multiple times to reference queer arts, books, poems, artists etc.
Acknowledging all of it and appreciating it is, yes, very important. I mean, it's the core of her art and a beautiful part of gaylorism.
Who hasn't learned a lot about our own history all thanks to Taylor?
But while this part is very true. Taylor also manages to make sure in every song that we can identify the muse.
It has always been an important part of her artistry. Remember liner notes from Debut to 1989?
She even decided that it was not enough, and starting with reputation, she started including Taymojies, making sure you knew very well who and what that song was about.
But she doesn't even stop there. For most of her songs starting with 1989 all the way to Midnights, she's also making sure that you can identify said muse through her lyrics.
Ever wonder why, for most of her songs there's parallels you can easily make with social media posts, articles, interviews, videos etc?
She's making sure that she references things in her songs that will point to the muse and that you'll be able to track back with some simple google search. 
All of this is very very clearly intentional.
She also uses the same imagery that she knows very well her fans can recognize since 1989 while talking about her muse.
Using recurring themes that she's well aware her fans (us) will associate with the person (Sun, gold, New York, daisies etc.)
But the depth of her work doesn't even stop there. She'll even use timestamps in her songs to communicate certain messages or references to certain persons. And this is when the length of the song is not simply intentionally referencing one person:
Ex Sweet Nothings: Karlie's birthday
And so much more…
This can clearly be qualified as pure genius. But she pushes it even farther. 
If we take Midnights for example she even samples her songs to older ones to help you identify the time, the event or the muse this song references.
Lavender Haze - I Think He Knows
Question…? - Out Of The Woods
Maroon - King Of My Heart
And it's not even the end of the massive amount of information that she manages to put out in a 3-4 minutes song.
This is simply astonishing. 
Her brain truly is amazing.
Her lyrics videos are made to help you identify what and who the song is about. With visual clues and very intentional uses of capital letters and comas.
For example: "Your Midas touch"
Making sure you know she's referencing king Midas who turned everything he touched into gold (gold again, interesting).
Or: "some name dropping sleaze tell me what are my Wordsworth"
From The Lakes, referencing the poet William Wordsworth.
And it still goes further. She will include small details in her songs that you'll pick up on if you pay attention but will fly right past most listeners. A sort of secret message for those who really pay attention.
Ex: in Getaway Car, when she sings.
"Ain't a circus, ain't a love story and now we're both sorry (we're both sorry)"
This is two girls singing "we're both sorry. Meaning the relationship she was trying to protect with this getaway car was with a girl. Once again pointing to the muse.
I already wrote a novel and I haven't even touched the music videos and tour visuals…
But her genius in songwriting doesn't even end there.
Because, if you don't know the muse or refuse to see it. She'll also manage to buy some plausible deniability in her songs so it kind of points to her PR relationships too.
Not much, just enough so that if you really want to believe those Hollywood stories, you can hold on to these lines/visuals and be happy.
But she manages to do so, while staying true to the real muse and not so much to the PR relationship.
A good example is Invisible String and the famous Yogourt shop line with the wrong shirt color.
If your life depends on Toe, it's enough to make you happy and you won't search much further.
However if you search a bit, you'll find out how she intentionally messed up the lyrics.
I could still go on and on about the depth, the genius and the complexity of her songwriting, but I think you see my point now.
She said it herself, her songwriting is painfully autobiographical. And she puts an immeasurable amount of effort in it to make sure you get the story right.
Dismissing the muse of the song to not reduce her work is just as bad as dismissing her queerness and all the references she does to it, to not "speculate" on her.
In both, of all the multidimensional approaches that she uses in her art. You are keeping yourself from enjoying and dismissing about 50% of her hard work. If not more when you include music videos.
Acknowledging her muses to the songs is not reducing anything but more embracing as much as you can the genius and hard work she puts behind every song and every artistic decision she makes.
And I'm not saying that you HAVE to acknowledge the muse or else you are not a true fan. Art is meant to be enjoyed differently by every person and at the end of the day you take what makes you happy, simple as that.
My point is to say that acknowledging the muse in her music is not reducing anything. Quite the contrary. 
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getsojaded · 2 years
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part iv: non-refundable || calum hood
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warnings: barely anything prolly just swearing
a/n: <3 enjoy
The trip was now only a single day away from happening, and Calum and Y/N hadn’t talked much since he had spent the night at her house after Michael’s. Y/N didn’t remember much from that night, having to be reminded of her poor decisions after waking up to Calum’s arm snaked around her waist, with soft snores leaving his mouth. She felt a source of warmth – comfort even – but before she could catch herself smiling at the scene, she abruptly jumped out of the bed, accidentally waking him up. He was out of the door within ten minutes, with her throwing apologies left and right for bothering him and disturbing his peace. Calum constantly reassured her that there was nothing to be sorry for, before leaving her house.
“What if I fall in love with him again?” Y/N asks Gabriella, sitting next to her in the massage chair. “You don’t need to fall in love with him again, you still are,” She simply states, as she’s choosing a polish colour for her toes. “Gab, I’m so scared. I have no idea what to expect from this getaway and what if it’s so awkward the whole time and-“
“Y/N, calm down. I booked us the salon so you could relax before you head off. Everything will be okay, it’s just Calum. You knew him before and you still know him now. You’re going to be fine.” 
She pauses for a minute at Gabriella’s words. Does she still know him? Has anything changed about him? Like the way he likes his coffee, what times he takes Duke out for walks, his go-to clothing stores, his-
“Miss, you’re phone’s ringing,” Y/N’s thoughts are cut off by the sweet lady pointing out her vibrating phone. Y/N gives her a quick thank you, before picking up her phone to register the contact calling. cal <3.
“So much for relaxing,” She sighs, before picking up the phone. “Hi Calum.” “Hey Y/N, just wanted to know what the plan was for tomorrow. Do we meet at the airport, meet at one of your houses, or?”
“Uh, you live closer to the airport, right? I’ll get Gab to drive me there.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”
“Bye Cal-, Calum. See you tomorrow.” And with that, the line goes dead.
“Nice nickname catch.” Gab giggles, and if she was in reaching distance from Y/N, she would’ve shoved her lightly. “So you need me to drive to Cal’s tomorrow morning?” 
“Yes please.”
“Anything to assist in Operation: Make Calum Y/N’s.”
“Oh fuck off.”
Y/N didn’t get much sleep that night. She’d spend her night laying in bed, tossing and turning from thinking too much, get up from her bed and double check her luggage, and lay back down. She did that from 10:30 P.M to 3 A.M, unfortunately only falling asleep two hours before her alarm was supposed to ring. 
Waking up for her wasn’t too easy. She stayed in bed for another twenty minutes, now only giving her another twenty five to get ready as she aimed to leave her house at 5:45
Which also didn’t give her enough time to double check her bags for the tenth time, whispering a good “fuck it” before heading downstairs, coming to see her bestfriend with a cup of water in her hand, looking much more awake than she did. “Morning sunshine, you excited?” She asked, putting on her shoes and unlocking their front door. 
“You could say that,” Y/N groggily responded, lazily pulling her suitcase beside her as they made their way to Gabriella’s car. “Take it easy, okay? Just remember you’re there to have a good time. To get away for a little bit. Don’t be tense. Calum’s still Calum, and you’re still you. It’ll be alright.” Gabriella gives you those reassuring words as she starts the car. Y/N gives her a slight nod, promising to Gab, along with herself, to just unclench her jaw, be her own person, and have fun ; because that’s what’s truly important.
However, she couldn’t help but wonder what Calum’s intentions were for this vacation. Did he plan on outright ignoring her this whole time? Did he want to go clubbing every night and find some hot chick to hit up whenever he has a show in each city? Did he wanna find some inspiration and write some songs? No? There couldn’t be – he was on break with the band and wouldn’t want to feel pressured to do work there.
But before Y/N’s thoughts could continue any further, the drive to Calum’s place had come to an end. As the two girls got out of the car and unloaded it, Y/N shot Calum a quick text, simply stating that she was outside. 
“Have a safe flight, okay? I’ll see you later,” Gabriella says, pulling her into a tight hug. “I will, don’t miss me too much,” She lightly responds, giggling. “Text me everyday, alright? Give me updates on everything. And remember what I said earlier.” 
Don’t be tense. Calum’s still Calum, and you’re still you. It’ll be alright.
“I will, okay?” Y/N says, as they both hear the door unlock, revealing the one and only, dressed in black sweatpants and a navy hoodie, looking extremely comfy, as he held up his little dog, who also looks like he just woke up. “Get home safe, I’ll see you in two weeks!” She pulls away from the hug, allowing Gab to get back into the car.
“Text me when you land! Have fun, you two!” Gab exclaims from her car out the passenger window, earning a smile and a thumbs up from Calum. Calum makes his way up to Y/N with his luggage, setting Duke down and letting him walk around for a bit. 
“Look Duke, it’s Mama! Go say hi.” The little fluffball that Y/N missed so dearly runs up to her, tail wagging and tongue out. “Duke!” She exclaims, picking up and rocking him back and forth in her arms, giving him kisses all over his fur. “I’ve missed you, buddy.” 
Y/N meets Calum halfway, greeting one another with soft smiles and a side hug. “Morning, Cal.” 
“G’morning, you ready to go?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” 
“Perfect. Ash is like two minutes away, he’s gonna drop us off, bring Duke back home and house sit for the time being.”
“Sounds good.”
It’s awkward, there’s no denying it. There’s tension and they’re confused. Confused as to why they are struggling to find basic words to speak — they’ve never been in the position of not knowing to what to say to each other, and it’s weird. Unusual. Unnatural. 
Calum can’t ignore the pounding heart in his chest. As he watches the girl in front of him with her hair tied back and tired eyes, rock Duke back and forth as he plants kisses all over her face, he can’t help but remember the sweet memories of being able to witness that everyday. Duke loved her. Y/N loved him. Calum loved the both of them with everything in his heart. When she left, not only did Calum feel the void in his life, but his dog felt it too. And neither of them liked it whatsoever. 
Before Y/N can notice that Calum’s eyes were resting on her and Duke for a little longer than expected, Ashton rolls up in his car with the windows down. “Good morning lovebirds! Ready to go?”
“Shut the fuck up man.”
Checking in was fairly easy. Not overcrowded, no lineups for TSA and no overweight luggage, which Calum was pleasantly surprised to hear, because he expected that from Y/N. All they had to do now was wait until their plane was ready for boarding.
Sat beside each other, Calum glanced at Y/N’s phone, who was currently writing on her Notes app. “What’s that?” He asked her, pointing to her phone. “Oh, it’s nothing,” She sheepishly smiles in response. “I just did some research on what to do when we get there so I’ve been jotting down a bunch of good restaurants, nightclubs, hiking trails and all that.” 
He's unable to control the smile that forms on his face while she switches between her Safari and Notes tab, doing as much research as she can. “Always admired that ‘bout you. Always knowing what to do.” He simply stated. “Cause you never knew what to do!” She responded, causing the both of them to let out a chuckle. 
“You can’t lie, some surprise date ideas I had were pretty fuckin’ fire. You were pretty impressed by them, especially that rooftop dinner one for our one year?”
Y/N rolls her eyes at his statement but feels an immense amount of warmth from the memory of them two, getting wine drunk and enjoying some Alfredo pasta. “Didn’t you get Luke to help you out with that?” She asks him with a smirk on her face. Calum’s smile falls and turns into a pout, “I did most of the work!” 
“I know you did, I’m just teasing,” She responds, going back to her notes full of things to do, food to eat, and places to visit. “When we land, would you rather try this barbecue place or this ramen place? I think we land sometime around eleven, so maybe ramen would be a better dinner, cause it’ll be colder by the time we get there. But both restaurants close pretty late, so whatever’s up to yo-“
“Love, we have fourteen hours to decide that. Don’t get so worked up, we’ll talk about it when we land.” Calum cuts her off, placing a finger on her lip to keep her from speaking anymore. Y/N nods quickly, pretending to lock her lips and throw away the key, somewhere in that airport. 
The silence at six in the morning was fairly peaceful, enjoying the quiet due to the lack of commotion. Calum feels as if he could fall asleep right at this moment. He hesitantly shuffles closer towards Y/N, and rests his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes. He hopes he’s not overstepping and making her uncomfortable. But from the way she moves her hand to fluff his hair up a little, he thinks his question is answered. 
“You tired?” She softly asks, looking down at the man with big, puffy, brown eyes. “‘Course I am. Too early for this.” He yawns. She lets out a soft giggle, responding with, “I had always thought you were more of a morning person than I am.” 
“I mean at one point I was, but things have changed. Can barely get up past eleven on my free days.” He whispers. “Yeah you’re right, things have changed…” She trails off, zoning out into the blue carpet beneath her. “Like what?” He asks. 
“I wake up at five am to get ready for work now.” Y/N simply states, causing Calum to get up from his position on her shoulder and look at her with wide eyes. “Why?!” He asks in shock. “Transferred locations, I work in Downtown now instead of in the plaza near my house. It sucks, but I get paid more, so it's kind of worth it.” 
“Never thought you could be capable of that.”
“Trust me, it wasn’t easy at first.” 
Silence. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but silence is the last thing they’re used to when it comes to each other. They used to go for hours and hours speaking, laughing, and everything in between. They definitely had worries about the awkward aspect of this vacation, but now that they’re now — actually — in the position, it’s biting them both. And now, Y/N can feel her shoulders tense up and Calum can feel his jaw tighten. 
“Are you scared?” Calum asks her. He knows it’s a difficult conversation to have, but it’s either now or never. He doesn’t want to have to spend half the time in Japan worrying about it. 
“Of what?” Y/N replies, already half knowing what the boy beside her is talking about. “You know what.”
“Do you want me to answer that honestly?” 
He looks at her with a confused expression. “What kind of question is that? Of course I do.” 
Here she goes. 
“Yeah, I’m scared. I’m scared and I’m terrified and I’m nervous. I lowkey feel like my head is about to explode and I literally keep feeling like I need to pee when I really don’t,” She rambles, running her fingers through her head and groaning. “I’m like, not the only one that feels this way too, right?” 
Calum laughs lightly at her nervous rambling. “No, you’re not. Shit has been messing with my head ever since I woke up this morning. Ever since I found out we had no other choice to go together, actually. I feel so scared, but like, not in a paranoid way. More of like, in an I’m gonna shit myself’ way. Do you get it?” 
“Yes, and no…? What the fuck kind of example was that?” Y/N laughs, resulting in Calum giving her a light shove. “Well, what are you scared of?”
“You go first.” 
“No, I asked you first.”
“Actually Y/N, I asked you first which is why this conversation even started. Now answer.”
“Well.. before these last couple of weeks, the last time I’d properly seen you was when we… you know. And we both know it wasn’t on the best of terms. We kind of just.. left it at what it was. Which I do regret. And now we’re here, having to go on this trip that we forgot about and couldn’t find a solution for. I’d be lying if I said that I was ecstatic to be here, but I’d also be lying if I said that this was the worst possible thing to ever happen to me. I just, don’t wanna spend this vacation with a bunch of tension between us and feeling like you hate me. We’ve pushed aside whatever’s happened between us for the brief times we’ve been around each other, but now it’s just us. We’re kind of forced to face it. And I guess I was scared of talking about it as well? I was scared about how you feel towards me. For a good chunk of time, I thought you hated me. And I don’t know, I’m not the best with confrontation, and I know you’re not one to put your feelings out on the line without hesitation. So..” 
He nods at her slowly, taking the time to process everything that she’s said. Yeah, she did end up rambling just a little bit, but he understands. It makes sense to him, and he feels the same way. Y/N notices the silence from Calum, which gets her just a little bit nervous, “Oh no. Did I fuck vacay up before it even started?” 
Calum’s head snaps up towards her, shaking his head to reassure her. “No, no, no. I was just taking it all in. You didn’t fuck anything up. I feel the same way. I was scared you’d want nothing to do with me, and I was honestly surprised at the kindness you’ve been treating me with. We’re not good at talking about this kind of shit, I know. But I want to make this trip as laid back as possible.” Y/N nods, urging him to continue. “If you want to talk about.. that night, we can. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I just want us to be on the same page for the next two and a half weeks. I’m still me, and you’re still you. It’s just us. We know us. I know things aren’t the same as they were before, but at the end of the day, you’re Y/N and I’m Calum. And we get along. For the most part at least.” He jokes at the end, earning a soft laugh from her. 
“Yeah, for the most part,” She responds, flashing him a tired smile. “Would you rather talk about it now, or later? Also could be never, it’s up to you.” 
“What do you want?” He asks, Y/N shaking her head in response.
“No, what do you want?” 
“Don’t do this.” 
“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” 
“But-“ 
“Good morning, passengers. This is the boarding announcement for Flight 1120 to Tokyo, Japan. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding at this time. We kindly ask that you have your boarding pass and identification ready. Last boarding call will begin in approximately fifteen minutes. Thank you!”
“I guess it can wait, just a little longer then,” Calum says, silently thanking the universe for the time collision. He wasn’t ready to tell her the truth, not just yet. He gets up from his seat, brushes off his pants and extends his arm out. “Ready to go, Miss Y/N?” 
She gladly takes his hand, with her luggage in the other, getting up from her seat as well. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mr. Calum.” 
“Miss Y/N, since we’ve landed, have you decided between that ramen or barbecue place you were contemplating on back in LA?” 
Eleven hours, a solid nap, and a missed meal later, the pair had finally arrived in the heart of Tokyo. The plane ride went decently well, to say the least. Turbulence had slightly frightened Y/N, resulting in her having to clutch onto Calum’s arm as they took off. She ended up falling asleep with her hands still wrapped around his forearm, her head falling onto his shoulder. Before Calum could even process the nature of the situation, he had knocked out as well. Which led them to missing out on the food that was being passed around.
“Hmm.. I’m gonna have to go with ramen. It’s closer, and I’m starving.” Y/N responds, rubbing her tummy. “Ramen it is,” Calum laughs, mimicking her actions. “Do we need to call a taxi? Or is it walking distance?”
Y/N takes out her phone and quickly opens Google Maps, holding it out and trying to match the direction they were supposed to walk. “Seven minute walk. You ready?” She asks. 
“Lead the way, Miss Aux Cord.”
It’s a comfortable temperature at 11 P.M. in Tokyo. It’s warm, but cold enough to wear sweatpants and a hoodie without sweating. Which was pretty lucky for Y/N, Calum, and their sweatsuits.
Calum swears the stars shine brighter here than they do in Los Angeles. He can’t help but admire the numerous small bright dots in the sky, looking up for a brief moment every few seconds. 
Calum has to stop himself from wrapping his arms around Y/N’s body, looking away from her every time he gets the sudden urge. He’s so used to being able to touch her without any worry. Grabbing her hand while they're walking, coming up from behind and grabbing her waist while she’s making breakfast, and sticking an arm out half asleep, reaching for her body to pull her closer. It’s so natural for him, and it had been that way for the past three years of his life. And it took him some time to adjust to the lack of Y/N that was now his new normal. He got used to it, eventually, but that doesn’t mean he wanted to. 
He squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to get rid of his feelings, but it fails to work. He looks at her, and feels the same butterflies he had in his stomach from five years ago, as if nothing has changed. He hopes he can manage his feelings for two and a half weeks. He told himself so, so many times before: Do not let things get complicated due to you not knowing how to love. Easier said than done, however. As he takes one too many glances at the woman beside him, he comes to the realization that this trip is going to be one hell of a challenge. And that she’s the golden prize.
Y/N eyes linger around the main street the two of them were currently walking on, eyeing the neon signs and different vehicles driving on the road. She takes a mental snapshot of places she hadn’t seen while doing her research, noting to try and hit those places during their time here. She doesn’t notice the way he keeps looking at her, with that bittersweet, yet lovestruck expression. She doesn’t notice the way his fists ball up to prevent himself from reaching out for her. And, of course she doesn’t notice the outrageous pounding in his chest, unaware of the effect that she still has on the boy right beside her.
It’s nice, though. It’s really nice, actually. Despite their long plane ride resulting in tired bodies, they’re feeling good. They feel comfortable — as comfortable as exes that end on not-so-good terms can get. But their conversation back in the Los Angeles airport is still unfinished. Y/N’s not ready to own up to her feelings, and Calum’s not ready to bring up the conversation himself. 
So they sit across from each other, sipping and slurping their ramen noodles and broth, trying to think of anything, absolutely anything, to talk about. Anything but their feelings.
“When did you write Woke Up In Japan?” She curiously asks, referring to the song on their most recent album. She was indeed there for the release, but things had gotten south not too long after. And the time to converse with the bassist about his band’s album never came.
“Well,” Calum swallows his noodles. “I think we got it started towards the end of the Sounds Live Feels Live tour. Then remember that little promo tour we went on? That’s when everything came to us.” She nods in response, a small smile forming on her face as she sips on the bowl of soup. “Youngblood is so good dude,” She tells him, causing his face to turn into a cheeky grin. “Not sure if any other album of yours is gonna top that one.” “Oh, really?” He smirks at her in response, and Y/N nodding back. 
Calum gets up from his seat and quickly pays for the meal, Y/N trailing behind him as they wait outside for the nearest taxi. “Last time I checked, your favourite was Talk Fast.” He continues the conversation, lighting up a cigarette from a pack he forgot he had in his jacket. “How did that get through security?” 
“You’re right, Talk Fast is number one. But recently, it’s been Why Won’t You Love Me. That, or like, Meet You There. That one fucks.” She replies, getting into the nearest taxi that had stopped for them. She notices that her phone lights up, indicating that she’s gotten a text message. She assumes it’s just Gabriella checking on her, but she’s surprised to see one of their old friends that they had reached out to about the tickets. 
hey i can take ur japan tix now !! 
She can’t help but laugh out loud, causing Calum to look at her funny. She shows him the text she had just gotten, and he lets out a snort as well. “A little late for that, no?”
“Just a little bit.”
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Meet Ginger Snap
From the same Cas who brought you Shriek, the little bat mink lookout of the Kid pirates, here's a new oc with an equally pointy-toothed grin, Ginger Snap!🐊🤡
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Once a regular gharial from a swamp in the Grand Line, she was inspired to become a performer after being enthralled by a traveling circus. So after years of teaching herself how to walk and talk like a human, she set off for a life of clownery
Mistook the Buggy Pirates for a legitimate circus and joined their crew thinking it was her big break. Everybody thought she was a Zoan user until they found her doing synchronized swimming with some seals
Takes way more in stride than she probably should. Literally a Buster call could be heading towards the island and she'd be like 'well I guess this is what we're doing now. Actually, dodging bullets would be a great opportunity for me to practice my soft shoe routine!😁'
Chipper and friendly, but good luck getting out of a conversation with her because she's a chatterbox who goes off on weird tangents
She's used mostly as the muscle because of her brute strength, but her real passion is the art of the clown. Which makes her very handy for distractions.
Also the getaway driver. Yes, you read that right. She has an airboat decorated to look like a clown car that can fit an untold number of gators in clown outfits inside.
Is the only one of the Buggy Pirates outside of Buggy's original crew to know he's not a criminal mastermind. But it doesn't really matter to her because she admires him for his clown credentials, not his pirate ones.
Buggy goes back and forth from being annoyed with Ginger Snap to appreciative of her dedication as a performer. He's still more likely to stick her with crappy jobs or use her as a water Uber
Since the Cross Guild formed, Ginger Snap has been promoted to chief of bananawani supervision. Crocodile wasn't exactly thrilled to learn she had been teaching them circus tricks, but has yet to actually complain about it because it's so cute
She's 24 and her birthday is May 24th (National Clown Day)
Her favorite food is sweedish fish, or the One Piece equivalent of it. She can balance 75 on her nose. Her least favorite is quiche (but she does like the word quiche)
The Ginger part of her name comes from her orange hair
Her hobbies are clown tricks, swimming, and watching video essays about theme parks
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How would Terry handle a beloved that didn't really care for fancy things. what would dates look like if they didn't want anything over the top? I feel like he wouldn't be used to people not wanting his money.
Somewhere along the way Terry's initial understanding of 'not fancy' might include him concluding that beloved could just want to be away from the buzz of city and that he has an appropriate (and fittingly isolated) colossal resort mansion he never uses and a privately owned mountain estate somewhere, just a quick drive or helicopter ride outside of LA, that costs more than can be calculated in money, fully equipped with a wine cellar, a pool, cars, twenty eight bedrooms, a hundred acres of prime land and five balconies just in case beloved wants to indulge in some getaway rustic ambience where they get to --- gasp --- optionally serve and tend to themselves. And fuck indefinitely for days sans interruptions, being as loud as they wished. Not that the locale ever mattered where volume is concerned for Terry.
Or maybe they could try with an island he owns.
How about cruising out on a Yacht for a week or two?
How about going to Tahiti --- to some hotel deliberately designed with a quaint, humble manner for wealthy patrons out to experience such a thing? Sure, eccentric, but Terry can arrange anything.
Money, acts of service and favours are his prime love language after all.
No?
Yes, you're right. I think Terry Silver would have a hard time immediately understanding what 'not fancy' even is for an ordinary person who doesn't come from exuberant wealth and what spending quality time without spending money necessarily looks like, even though he perfectly understands how to feign and put on working class airs when he needs to trick someone, the way he did with Daniel in the 80's --- but that was a deliberate ploy and this is, well ---- it is reality. That was a game, a trap, bait, intentional cruelty, gaining someone's trust, scoping out his target, appealing to him by presenting oneself as a kindred spirit from a similar background, and this? This is romance. It doesn't outright compute that the very thing he used as a manipulation tactic on someone is also something someone he loves might desire in the context of a date and bonding. Should he produce a busted up Ford truck again? Wear deliberately frumpy clothes for beloved's pleasure? Borderline feels like putting on a costume for Halloween for Terry. Have his stylists put together a line-up of attire he can wear for every date? Drive out to some...park, instead of renting out the Vip lounge of some Beverly Hills restaurant? Without some luxurious wine from some lavish catalogue? Without gifts? Without a million dollar view? Million dollar suits? Million dollar plans? Without any favours? Is this some kind of fetish? Some kind paraphilia beloved has? Just him?
Turns out, yes. That's exactly what beloved wants.
Initially, he almost wants to laugh at the notion. Cute.
King of confidence, secretly shaken.
Feeling a bit naked.
Not that it ever shows.
But, truly, Terry takes the task very seriously, perfectionist that he is. Far more seriously than he ever lets on. He's infinitely anal about it. Maybe with some theatrical airs, because he sees humbleness and simplicity as a sort of performance rather than something someone just does, spontaneously, every day, for free, alone or with others, with nothing to gain in mind, and so, a whole ritualized preparation covertly takes place just so Terry can have an ordinary time out, as an ordinary guy. He treats it like he's preparing to appear at some Gala function. He succeeds, of course, because while he gets what it entails, he's never been asked to be it because anyone liked that sort of thing before, and he's amused by the prospect. Oh, the things he does to please his beloved. Naturally, his amusement hides the fact that he's somewhat confused. And touched. And affected. And that he's on slightly foreign territory here. Feeling unusual. A bit out of control, which might have him acting agitated and fidgety. He might bring along a thirty year old bottle of Macallan to the date just in case. Some coveted piece of jewelry in a box. No? Just him? For a man convinced nothing's for free, this a hard lesson to muster and it will take a long time before he truly gets used to the fact, for all his arrogance, cockiness and bravado, that he's wanted as is, stripped of all the gloss. That some of the best things in life are indeed for free.
Any other time he'd say it is a bullshit rhetoric made up those who are broke.
Now?
He hates to admit that he feels strange and happy.
If not idle. He still finds ways to lavish beloved with something.
How about a smaller diamond, this time around, in keeping with the, erhm, theme?
No?
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ninasbookshelf · 10 months
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Book Recs Based on Taylor Swift Albums
'Tis the damn season of Taylor Swift's Eras Tour! In celebration I have put together reading recommendations based on each of Taylor’s albums.
Some of Taylor's songs are (seemingly) inspired directly by specific books or media, so I tried to stray from those and recommend something different. Also, I aimed for books that I think capture the theme/feeling of the entire album, rather than books that follow the story of one particular song. 
...Ready for it? Here goes.
(Also I’m tired, so there may be some minor book spoilers… no promises.) 
Taylor Swift (Debut)- I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson
I’ll Give You the Sun captures the vibrancy of Taylor’s self-titled debut album, and delves into the challenges of youth and the journey to finding where we belong in the world. Both the album and book showcase the loneliness and betrayals that happen during adolescence. They also look at love and what it means to love someone. This isn’t just romantic love either; there are friendships, familial love… and ok, there’s romance too. 
Fearless - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
Hear me out. Wuthering Heights is dark, yes, but it is mainly a story of passion; powerful, lively moments, both positive and negative. It’s a story full of life, and so is Fearless. In both there are love stories and there are fights, there are betrayals and misunderstandings, and in Wuthering Heights the characters are, mostly, physically very near each other… just on The Other Side of the Door. Both Fearless and Wuthering Heights are rollercoasters charting the ups and downs of their protagonists’ relationships. Someday I’ll write an essay dedicated to comparing the two in more detail, but for now I’ll stop here.
Speak Now - Seven Faceless Saints (SFS) by M.K. Lobb
Ok, I might be reaching here because I just read this and want to talk about it, but watch me make it work. Roz and Damian (the main characters of SFS) dated for years before Damian was drafted, and since his return to Ombrazia there has been tension between the two due to both personal vendettas and political differences. As they’re forced to work together, they begin to understand each other, they grapple with their pasts, the things that haunt them, the things that make them push for revenge… they build a relationship again, they reflect on the way their lives used to be and the tumult that caused the breakdown. The victory in SFS is a bit darker in tone than Long Live, but I think it still works. 
Red - If I Had Your Face by Frances Cha
This one is a given for me. Both Red and If I Had Your Face capture the turbulence and confusion of being a woman in your twenties (give or take). They show both the magic and madness of romantic relationships. They show the pain of being older and wiser, how we can look at other women who are still full of hope and see how everything could go wrong. Heartbreak, power, and female friendship; it’s all there.
1989 - The Sun Is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon
Welcome to New York! The Sun Is Also a Star follows two teens, Natasha and Daniel, through an event- and emotion-filled day in NYC. It’s romantic and silly and magical, until very suddenly… the pain of reality returns. This one’s YA, but I think it fits really well with 1989. 
Reputation - The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
I love love this comparison. Secret relationships, crimes and getaway cars, breakups and betrayals and finally, eventually, realizing that the people we surround ourselves with are what really matters in life… yeah.
Lover - Book Lovers by Emily Henry
It’s only fitting that Lover gets a romance novel (and I promise I didn’t just pick this particular book because it has “lover” in the title). Book Lovers features a literary agent named Nora who is determined to go above and beyond for her clients. If she were a man, she’d be the man. It’s a realistic romance, complete with a cruel summer and characters who find comfort in each other after many failed relationships… but can it last?  
folklore - Little Women by Louisa May Alcott or Sorrow and Bliss by Meg Mason
There’s a lot going on in folklore; it showcases Taylor’s storytelling skills in an achingly beautiful light. There are several different stories happening on the album, some of which are intertwined. I can’t pass up recommending Little Women, because the relationships these women share with each other, and their romances throughout the different stages of their life, are represented thoroughly in folklore’s tracklist. There are hard feelings and mistakes, heartache and the harshness of reality, and the realization that sometimes things aren’t meant to be, no matter how much we might want them to be. 
However, as someone who has spent too much not enough time watching Jo and Laurie x folklore compilations on Youtube, I feel like folklore/Little Women is a commonly made connection… (or maybe I’m way too deep into that rabbit hole). SO, to add some variety, I wanted to share a second recommendation that I think also fits with the general feeling folklore creates. 
Sorrow and Bliss by Meg Mason particularly fits with the more mature stories on the album. It involves  characters looking back on their pasts and seeing the connections and divisions in their relationships, and grappling with how things are vs what could’ve been. The book focuses heavily on mental health and how it affects our relationships with ourselves and the people we care about. 
I’ll share one of my favorite quotes: “Martha, no marriage makes sense. Especially not to the outside world. A marriage is its own world.” Just like in folklore, Sorrow and Bliss includes a deep dive into the protagonist’s personal relationships and how those relationships can grow and change over time.
evermore - I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith
Set in a crumbling castle in rural England, I Capture the Castle shares the mystique and pining encapsulated in Taylor Swift’s evermore. There’s unrequited love, secret devotions, and the ache left by empty promises and tainted relationships. And of course, everything is happening surrounded by overwhelming pastoral beauty. It’s the perfect matchup to evermore.
Midnights - Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid
A second TJR feature! I feel like there’s a song here for every major event in DJATS. The madness of relationships; the idolization of celebrities vs what they were actually going through; parties, affairs, love and questions; loss and betrayal and reflections on the past… It’s all there. 
And that’s all ten! I got tired near the end, so I apologize if any of this is confusing. If you have questions or comments about any of these book recs, please reach out to me! I’d love to talk more about them. 
I’m thinking of doing more in-depth book recommendations for Taylor's discography, where I pick one book for each of her songs. I’d do these on an album-by-album basis. If you're interested, let me know! 
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requested insta edit of mark & y/n soft launching their relationship by using rep tswift lyrics! I used mainstream ones so people could kinda know (even though I wanted harder lyrics lol) but I hope you enjoy! it is for my 300+ special <3
(all photos are not mine & the storyline is fiction)
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markestapa - lucky man 😮‍💨
thombordeleau - ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
lhughes_06 - best friend 😩
dylanduke25 - yes our swiftie queen 👸🏻
erikportillo - 🤩🤩
audreyoconnor - both of those dresses are stunning n/n!! also….. you have “the” glow!! 😍
edwards.73 - ^^ AUDREY WHAT 🤨
yourusername - she is hinting at the “boy” glow 🥰
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dylanduke25 - why keep her a secret, marky?
lhughes_06 - I’ve been around y/n too long not to know that those are tswift lyrics (delicate, tswift)
markestapa - my girl would like you for that comment @lhughes_06 ^
edwards.73 - HOW DID I NOT KNOW THAT YOU HAD A GIRL
markestapa - a magician never reveals his secrets 🎩❤️‍🩹
yourusername - she’s got you down bad if she tells you tswift lyrics / if you use them ❤️‍🔥
mbeniers10 - can confirm that statement ^
owenpower_ - back to classics + rep tswift?!
yourusername - BOYS KNOW THIS STUFF?! ^ @owenpower_
owenpower_ - no we have just been around our favorite girl for so so long 🤭 #y/nisourbiggestfan
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markestapa - sirens in the beat of your heart 🖤
dylanduke25 - @markestapa is putting his new girl’s tswift knowledge to work
lhughes_06 - no way 🫠
audreyoconnor - SO SWEET 😭❤️‍🔥
thombordeleau - PLACE YOUR BETS IN THE COMMENT SECTION 💰💰
edwards.73 - $200 for
brendanbrisson - $200 against (sorry marky)
mbeniers10 - $100 for
kentjohnson.13 - no bets from me, but just good luck ✨#gomark&y/n ✨
mackie.samo - CALLED IT
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dylanduke25 - it’s a blank space, y/n 🤨
lhughes_06 - wrong song @dylanduke25 ^. trippin when you call (so it goes, tswift)
brendanbrisson - WHY MUST PEOPLE TALK IN RIDDLES??
kentjohnson.13 - BRISS, it’s lyrics….. maybe for you it’s riddles 😀
owenpower_ - we listen to our y/n/n’s wonderful taste in music 🤩 idk about her taste in guys yet….. #200onmark!
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I’m really interested to hear what are your 3, 19, 20, 21, 23 and 29 for Riven?
sorry, that it took me so long, dear!
3. A song that reminds me of them
Ha, going again with driven, because that is the first song, that comes into my mind when I think of Riven (with or without Darcy but I use to think of them both if I think of one lol). GETAWAY CAR by Taylor Swift
19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them
Riven and Helia? I mean, if you like... but I don’t feel it lol.
20. A weird headcanon
He’s a really good cook. His specialty is Mediterranean food. And yes of course there is a Mediterranean side of the magic dimension.
21. When do you think they were at their happiest?
This is a hard one. I think the issue of his character is, that he’s either sad or grumpy the whole time. Funny thing is also, that most rivusa scenes are both of them arguing – not really happy lol. So, just look at his little face here:
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He’s so happy! How he looks at her! At the girl who finally LISTENS! Omg my heart. Look at his precious little smile. 🥹🥹
23. Future headcanon
Again, I have to refer to Darcy here, because, of course, they end up married. However, as I said in this ask post about Darcy, Riven too will become a teacher but at Red Fountain of course. His determination and talent lead him to a teaching position which teaches fighting skills as well as strategy. The latter in whom he’s an expert.
29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)
Ohhhhhh. I think he will be overly protective. We don’t really know a lot about his past. But the fandom agrees that he was treated badly by his mother and was eventually abandoned by her. So he in contrast wants to make sure, that his child is safe. All the time. Which might lead to conflicts because what child wants to be safe and watched the whole time? However, Riven doesn’t mean that in a bad way – it’s his way of showing affection. He doesn’t want to make the same mistakes as his parents did with him. I personally hc him and Darcy to have twins, a boy and a girl. The boy will be quite rebellious against this behavior of his father, while the girl would accept her fate and eventually look for adventures in books because she is not allowed to have them herself irl. You know I hate him, but I think it will be a similar dynamic as Simba has with Chiara in The Lion King 2. While Darcy has the role of Nala being like “you can’t protect them from everything. If they don’t fall they will never learn how to stand up.”
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What is your favorite breakfast food? Fried rice with eggs and hotdogs, or tapsilog :) Such comfort breakfast food. I like Eggs Benedict and Monte Cristo too, but let's be real I never have either for breakfast and only get them at restaurants when I feel like having breakfast food on a non-breakfast hour.
Who do you (romantically) love? Nobody.
Have you ever considered yourself dirty? In a few aspects, sometimes. Like how I have a bad habit of putting trash in my handbag, and end up having a pile of papers and wrappers after a few days.
What do you do to relax? Playing with the dogs eases my worries more than anything, but I also like turning to YouTube.
Do you enjoy kissing? Sure, but I haven't done that in a couple of years. That's okay with me though, I'm not a very sexual person in general.
What about making out? ^ Eh, just about the same.
Where are you most ticklish? My tummy and waist. I don't like even getting hit in that area, no matter how lightly, cause I'll end up squirming hahaha.
Have you ever been to an arena concert? Yes, most of the concerts I've attended have been in arenas. The only exceptions were One Direction (which was held in outdoor concert grounds) and Se So Neon (happened in a large indoor tent).
Where was the last place you kissed someone? It may have been outside my house, right by my car. Memory's hazy.
Do you know anyone who is expecting? I know someone who was due in like a couple of weeks when I first met her, so she has likely given birth by now. As for currently expecting, I don't think so.
What does your third text message say in your inbox? Just my bank telling me there was a recent transaction on my card.
Do you use speed dial? I never used that.
If so who is number 5?
Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes.
Where do you want to get married? I've always wanted a hotel wedding just so everything - or at least most things - can be set for us lol. They have the ambiance, they've got catering, the sound system, some hotels already have their roster of hosts...considering how all over the place I can get, that much would be a big help.
Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? If I ever get married, of course.
If you could visit one person right now, who would it be? No one, I like being alone right now.
Do you like school? The social part of it was really great; some of the best years of my life. I liked learning too but only to an extent, as there were some subjects I found to be a waste of time + some teachers didn't have the best attitude.
What is your all time favorite subject that you have ever taken in school? History. < Mine too :)
Do you have a current teacher who you wish taught all of your classes? Not current, but I wish my high school music teacher had been my teacher for everything.
What has been your favorite part of this calendar year so far? Being able to save as much as I have.
Are you going on vacation any time soon? No plans currently. My parents are planning this huge party for my grandparents in June so that will 100% kill off any vacation plans; Reena just came back from a trip to Thailand so I'm sure she'd want to save for the next few months; Angela's super busy with boards review. In any case I plan on going to Seoul next year for when BTS are back, so it'll be smart for me to not book anything for now.
Do you catch yourself staring at inappropriate times? Sometimes.
How many times have you been fall-down drunk? Less than 10 times.
Has a friend ever really hurt you and you never told them? Sure.
Where would your most romantic getaway spot be? Somewhere remote in either Palawan or Baguio.
Have you ever stayed on a ride at a theme park to ride it again? I'm sure I did this during the school fairs. I was in the rides committee so I had a few perks lol.
Have you ever used your sexuality to get you something you wanted? I'm sure I have, but only with a partner.
What do you count as too spoiled? Anyone who overreacts/makes a fuss over the smallest things. It can be very telling of how they've always had everything handed to them that they're incapable of handling the most minor of inconveniences.
When you don’t feel good, where do you want to be? Just my room, or the café we have in the village. It's never crowded and is fairly hidden, so it's a nice quaint little place to escape to.
Have you ever set an alarm on your phone to remind you to do something? Sure.
Where do you want to raise your children? The city. The stimulation and sensations would be good for them, I feel.
What is your favorite Crayola scented crayon? Idk I was never around them much.
What is your favorite childhood TV show? Hi-5!
Do you ever look at yourself and not believe it’s you? Eh, sometimes. I try not to get existential like that often.
What’s your favorite hideaway place? That café I mentioned. Not a lot of people in my circle know about it or would travel to get there + the signal in that area just so happens to be weak, so it's literally a place you can 'escape' to.
Do you have a secret you have kept from your family? Sure.
Have you ever slow danced to a song you didn’t know? I'm sure I have.
Where do you study? I don't anymore.
Do you study at all? Nope.
What do you want to be when you grow up? I wanted to be a journalist, but I've since gone a little west of that – I'm currently a PR practitioner.
Has someone ever dedicated a song to you? I don't think so?
How many people have you kissed this month? None.
Do you like do have your hair pulled? Sure.
Are you close with your parents? We're on much better terms now but I still prefer to keep some kind of wall up.
How much do you wish/ hope for something before you give up? I can be very passionate and will fight for things/people, but if I feel like I'm not getting the same energy back I slowly let go.
Have you ever hung out with a complete stranger? Sure!
Do you work any holidays? No.
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