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royalelusts · 3 years ago

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AYO BESTIE CAN I PLEASE GET A BAISE FLUFF ALPHABET SHES FROM HXH THE YORKNEW ARC

A/N: Sorry this took a minute. Writers block at its finest. This might be a little angsty in some parts. Spoilers from the Yorknew Arc for the ones who aren’t that far.

Fluff Alphabet - Baise x GN! Reader

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your voice. She could never get tired of listening to it. It could be filled with excitement about the simplest things or the certain tone you make when you pout because of her teasing. Absolutely love it and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your neck! She loves to bury her face in it and leaving little kisses all over it (depending on you things might escalate👀). It’s also a place of comfort after a bad day. She claims that your scent calms her down. It also gives her the excuse of being close to you.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

She really likes to have you lay your head on her chest. It’s a common occurrence for you to be laying on her on the couch while she’s scrolling through her phone. Also really enjoys having your head in her lap and vice-versa. When you start playing with her hair she just melts.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

At home dates. With her going on missions quite frequently, Baise wants to spend as much time with you as she can without distraction. If you want to go out she won’t try to deteriorate you. Just make sure to give her your full attention, okay?

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Did somebody say physical touch? She’ll kiss you, hug you, hold your hand, anything to br close to you. I headcanon that she’s secretly poetic as fuck so words of affirmation are really big too. Her compliments are always full of love.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

She’s kind of on the fence with it. She really doesn’t want to go through the whole birth process. Other than that though she might be into it. If she gets to see you smile with the kids

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Believes that love shouldn’t be measured in material things. It’s nice to give gifts once in a while but feels like it’s not the only aspect of affection. Don’t let that discourage you though! If you give/make her a gift she’ll shower you with compliments. Baise definitely has a special place to put everything.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Baise holds your hands all the time. While you two are cuddling, sleeping, walking around time, everywhere. Loves to give it a little squeeze every once in a while. OH she 100% kisses your hand just to see how flustered you get.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Her first priority would be to make sure nothing is an immediate threat to your life. After that, she’s going to fix you up and make you get some rest. Probably would get you to tell you what happened but wouldn’t really do anything. It’s not because she doesn’t care, it’s just that as long as you’re safe in her arms she’s content.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you?)

Yes. Nothing extreme of course but Baise does enjoy seeing you jump. Laughs whenever it happens. Also, she’s funny af so of course, y’all have jokes. A good handful of them are suggestive. She’s a giant tease as well. She has to let her sadistic behavior out some way.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Sometimes Blaise can be a little hesitant to kiss you. Her nen can get in the way and the last thing she wants is for you to be affected by it. However, her favorite type are those deep passionate ones. She usually gives you one right before she leaves for a job. (I just thought about her giving you that kiss right before yorknew without knowing that was going to be her last. I’m sitting here sad now.)

L = Love (how do they show they love you?)

Physical touch is really big. Believes that actions speak louder than words. She also just really likes touching you. If that’s not your forte then she’ll go to the next best thing: gift-giving. Baise has really good taste so if she sees something she thinks you’ll like consider it bought.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

You two were on a date. It was at a field of flowers that you could pick. To be honest though you two were just playing around. Running and jumping around, laughing at each other’s antics. I mean who could ask for a better day. You two were standing under a tree sharing short and sweet kisses when a girl took a picture. It’s Blaise favorite. Whenever she’s doing a job she’ll look at it to remind her what she’s coming back to.

N = Nightmare (when is their worst fear?)

Someone coming to kill you. She’s worked and dealt with some nasty people. She also knows that people do come after others just because they feel like it. She would be absolutely torn if she came home one day to not only see that place trashed but to also see you laying on the floor lifeless.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

That she’s a heavy sleeper. It will take some time getting her up in the morning but that’s alright! There’s a foolproof way of getting her up…or it might end in her pulling you back to sleep. First make some tea. Then go into your shared room and begin placing soft kisses all over her face. She’ll begin to stir with that but it’s not enough! “Love, it’s time to get up. I made you some tea.” Baise will let out a groan before pulling you into her, placing a kiss on your head. “Why’re you always up so early?” is what you’re usually met with.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Regular ones like babe, love, lovebug, or, her personal favorite, the absolute love of her life. When she says this it’s always in a dramatic tone. Doesn’t do the shorter version of your name unless it’s a really serious topic and she needs you to be serious.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Baise is willing to do whatever you want to. She just wants to be close to you. Wanna cuddle? The pillows and blankets are all ready to go. Want to cook? She’s a decent chef so sure why not? Want to watch that show you’ve been binging? Let her get the popcorn.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Le Festin from the Ratatouille soundtrack. You two were cooking when it came on and acted like fancy chefs. It’s a very cherished memory between the both of you. I’m a Flirt by R. Kelly is one. Like the title it implies her flirtatious behavior towards you and how she likes to tease. Last but not least is I Met Sarah in the Bathroom. It reminds you of the last night you spent together before yorknew :(

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

At first not so much. It’s not because she didn’t want to open up. It’s just the fact that she wants to keep you safe. Eventually she’ll start venting her issues to you. Little by little she’ll get more comfortable just saying what’s bothering around you.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

A few years. Baise loved you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you. However she works a dangerous job. The last thing she wants is to drag you into something that could possibly end you.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Upon seeing you upset she’ll pull you into a hug. Rubbing your back asking what happened. If you decide not to tell her that’s fine. She’ll then ask you what you want to do. It can be going for a snack run, taking a walk, cuddling, anything. As long as she gets to see you smile again.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Hell yeah! On the occasion that you two go into town she’ll be proud that she gets to walk around with you. Proud that you chose her over everyone else.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting?)

Honestly would rather you not. The thought of you getting injured or worse haunts her. If you can fend for yourself then she can’t really stop you but she’ll be extra attentive to make sure nothing happens.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

With her occupation, she needs to be able to read people. So being able to read you comes with it too. If Baise sees that you’re upset she’ll walk up cupping your face in the process asking what’s wrong.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

It was one of this very rare occasions that Baise was up before you. She was standing on the balcony over the city in deep thought when your arms found their way around her. “Well someone’s up early.” You said in a teasing tone. She chuckled to herself, turning around to engulf you. “What’s on your mind?” She let out a sigh. “You can see right through me. As always.” Looking up, you were met with green eyes full of love and admiration but also concern and worry. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us..” Your breath hitched. You always knew that your safety was her highest priority. You knew she would brake it off if she deemed it unsafe. Was this it? Noticing how tense you got Baise kissed your temple. “You are the most important thing to me you know? Even if I wanted to I could never fully let you go so I’ve decided I want you forever.” You felt her slip out of your hold getting on one knee. “Will you grant me that wish and marry me?”

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Seeing you happy. It means that she’s doing what she’s supposed to. Your happiness is so important to her so just seeing you smiling and laughing makes her heart clench.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years ago

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I want to tell you... (Part 7.)

Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.

Part Summary: It was becoming more and more obvious that something isn’t right between Nate and Elena, just as he was discovering how much of an amazing person you were.

A/N: A lot has changed ever since I started this damn series... It is MORE than a year old. And I still do love Nathan, he deserves all the love and cuteness, smut and attention his brother gets. Like... I love Sam too, and y’all know that, but sometimes you need the softness and love in your life. ♥

A/N: Just a quick reminder that this Nate is in his early 30s’ and Sully is in his early 40s’. It takes place after Honor Among Thieves, where Nate and Elena and Nate got married, but didn’t found the way to work the things out.

Word counter: 2.8 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @peakymarvels, @nemodoren, @flavorishy

Series master list: H E R E

Nathan’s car sing-along playlist: H E R E

Nathan couldn't believe what he had just done. His blue eyes were scanning the phone, his lungs weren't getting the amount of air they needed and his heart was racing. He had just called you. Asked you if you'd like to hang out with him. And you said yes. Nate breathed out steadily, and before he could stop himself, he was doing his happy dance.

Nathan, being a grown-up he seemed to be with his muscles and 5'11 height was a small kid inside an adult's man body. For starters, he was always singing and dancing when he was happy, or when he tried to kill some time in his car - and he wasn't a good singer at all. He had his happy dances when no-one could see him dancing. Another thing was that this man adored the movie Notting Hill with Julia Roberts and he cried every damn time he saw the movie. He loved to buy himself an ice-cream, was loud, and loved to laugh. He was dorky in his own, irresistible way as Elena often put it.

Oh, Nathan stopped. What would've Elena think about this? She would be most probably cool with him seeing a friend, right? Like, he went with Frazer for beers and stuff, why would be Elena worried about him going to play some Scrabble with another friend? A girl he had just met? A girl he was all over his heels for? Nathan shook his head as he stood in front of half-emptied wardrobe since El had taken most of her things with her, already dialing her number. She answered after a small while.

"Hey, hey, did something happened?" - She mumbled sleepily, having Nathan curse under his breath. He forgot about the time difference thingy. He was creating various looks on the bed, thinking about what is most suitable for the occasion.

"No, I'm fine, I don't have anything broken just yet, the flat didn't catch on fire, everything's fine here." - The man named every horror scenario he could think of, finishing it with a slight chuckle. Elena on the other side didn't find it funny at all, leaving a frustrated sigh to make her husband realize she isn't in the mood for his jests. - "But Sully has a girlfriend." - He mentioned just, by the way, settling on a dark blue t-shirt and khaki pants that made his ass popping as Chloe told him many times. These pants were old, but they were still presentable.

"And you're calling me at three a.m. to tell me that Victor found himself a girlfriend? Nate... I have to wake up early today." - Elena sighed, doing something in the background. She knew that once Nate had woken her up, she won't be able to fall asleep again, so she went to make her a cup of coffee.

"I am not calling you at three a.m. just to tell you that Sully has a girlfriend, who is at least fifteen younger, by the way. I'm calling you because a friend asked me if I wouldn't mind hanging out with her because her boyfriend is at work, so..." - He left out a small pause, rolling his eyes around, walking around the flat like a little boy.

"Nathan, let me remind you that you're thirty-and-something years old man who has the right to decide who he wants to hang out with." - "And won't you be mad ar me, or jealous, or something?" - "Do you want me to?" - Elena asked with a dry chuckle. Nathan didn't expect that Elena would be so cool about this. He expected a lot, but not such a calm attitude. Nathan had quite a time while trying to come up with an answer for Elena.

"Listen, I just wanted to let you know." - Nate sighed in the end, waiting for a moment before hearing Elena chuckle on the other side of the phone. - "Yeah, but you still woke me up this early. Unforgivable." - The woman joked and for a moment, Nate felt seriously bad about himself and the whole situation around you. - "I love you." - Nate whispered after a moment, waiting for her answer. But, just like the last time, there was no I love you said back.

"Enjoy the hangout and don't drink too much. You know how much you love Notting Hill when you're drunk. Bye." - His wife whispered in the end, ending the call. The man felt hurt for a reason he couldn't exactly name. Nathan was an endless romantic with his whole soul - he loved to cook surprise dinner for Elena when they were together, he brought her flowers at least once a week, bought her some sweets when he felt like the needs to sweeten her life a bit and he once even did the cliché thing with petals leading to the bed. This man needed to feel he's being loved, that he's being appreciated and cared for.

Yet Elena seemed to be super-distant even if she knew about it. But Nathan wasn't the type to pressure into doing things, he was too sweet for that. He cared for the woman and wanted nothing more than seeing her contained. And so far, it seemed she's more or less feeling happy in some way.

After ten minutes of preparations, like styling his hair with water and finding the best was to style his t-shirt, he set to go to the market, as he promised you. This man loved ratatouille with his whole heart. It was somehow reminding him of the days when everything was way simpler. When he was younger and he and Sam were traveling through the states, he was the one doing the cooking when they didn't have enough money for picking something at a Chinese restaurant. And ratatouille was simple and quick, not that much expansive. And his lemon cake? Jesus, you'll love it.

Nate was just arguing about the cost of the zucchinis when you texted him your address, telling him you somehow managed to clean the place up. Which filled Nate with new energy - so much that he paid a horrendous amount of money for a couple of fresh zucchinis. It wasn't too far from the market, so maybe, if you'd like to know where to get the best fresh goods, he could take you there. Nathan caught himself grinning and humming a song when he finally walked through your street - you lived in the modern, yet indie-feeling one. The houses were small, almost as if in a Mexican village and each of them had a different color. There was a bright, yellow one, then one with a blood-red facade, grass-green one, and your house had a color of the sky. It could be known that you're a student, as you told him because bands and independent artists were playing on the streets until the deep night, so the rant was significantly reduced and this was a part of the city young people lived in.

Yet it filled Nate with this sort of energy and it made him grin as he watched a guitarist serenading for some tourist, who was giggling. It made him feel a bit younger than he was... Well, he wasn't old by any means, but he still was a dude in his thirties, so he wasn't the youngest in the game either. But soon enough, he was calling you as he stood in front of the door, tapping his feet around nervously. Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name, and before he could say something, he saw you leaning down from your balcony, waving your hands wildly.

"Watch out for the keys!" - You cried out, pulling your hand out so he would see them. First, he chuckled and then nodded, so you let them fall. It was the first time you've seen someone catch the keys to their palm. It took him barely a minute to run the stairs up and dear Lord, he had this grin as soon as he saw you. You had this jean overall with one of the suspenders fallen off your shoulder, a white t-shirt and messy hair. Jesus, you were looking even better than Nate remembered you.

"Hey there." - You smiled goofily, stepping aside from the door, finding the man in. - "And welcome to my kingdom. Please, we hope you don't mind a bit of mess." - You giggled and stopped him when he wanted to take his shoes off.

"I don't mind a mess since I am a bit of one myself." - Nathan answered back playfully, finding this new sense of confidence inside of him. It made him feel good when you laughed out loud at the statement, shaking your head with an unbelieving smile. Your place was really cute and as far as Nate could tell, it suited you... And your boyfriend. Most of the things was still in the boxes, the furniture was unassembled and... - "Why didn't you tell me that you need help with painting the walls?" - Nate asked you.

Jesus, that didn't even cross your mind. Nathan was still a stranger to you, even if you called him a friend already. You met for this one afternoon a week or so ago during the storm, but you hadn't talked since that day. He didn't even text you or anything. So, naturally, it didn't come across that you could ask Nate to help you with accommodating the new household. The only thing you've had fully equipped was a kitchen - and that was because you already bought the flat with an equipped kitchen and bathroom.

"Calm your horses, I've had enough of a hard time to make sure the water is running so you can cook me the damn lunch. I'm starving." - A joke left you as you opened up the living room windows. Nate's expression was enough for you to start explaining. - "Mike usually does this stuff, I'm the worst technician you could befriend, so, don't ask me to repair stuff for you, okay?" - Oh shit, Mike. Your boyfriend. Right. Don't let your feelings get the best of you, Nate, the man spoke with himself.

"So, what does lunch, Scrabble, and painting your living room sound like?" - Nate asked and put all the vegetables on the table, smiling at you daringly.

"Oh, no, no, no. I asked you to hang out with me, not to slave work for me." - You marched right next to him, pulling out some knives, pans, and pots for him. - "And you'd ruin your t-shirt and I don't want to buy you a whole new one. I'll manage on my own." - This made the man chuckle as you still kept talking to him while chaotically running around, assembling the dishes for him. You were going through various boxes on the ground, having a slight furrow on your face.

"Yeah, I can see how you're managing with these tomcats all over the wall, good job. I mean it, I have a day off anyway." - The man answered you with a soft giggle at the end, already working with the vegetables. What surprised him was that you stood next to him in the next minute, helping him with the cooking.

"Your wife would be angry that you wouldn't be home for dinner. It must've already weirded her out that you're going to cook lunch for this random girl." - The topic of Elena made Nate gulp quietly, letting the playful grin disappear from his face. For a moment, you thought you hit the soft spot, but then the man bumped with his elbow to your upper arm.

"Elena... She's out of the states now. She's working on an article in Thailand, and for your information, she was proud of her hubby doing such a gentleman thing about not letting a girl starve to death." - Oh, crap. Nathan wished for the things to be as he was interpreting them. He wished to talk about with Elena, because maybe if their relationship would've been better, he wouldn't crush on you straightaway. But those were only speculations. What could Nathan know?

"Do you have her picture? I'm kinda curious about what she looks like. If that isn't... Too weird, of course." - You stuttered out. Nathan was caught off guard with your wish, but in the end, he wiped his hands and pulled his phone up, showing you a photo from their most recent vacation in Brazil. She was smiling into the camera, holding a glass of wine and her hair was let down. She was also beautifully tanned at the time. You opened up your mouth, smiling at the sight of Nathan's wife. - "Wow. She's like... Pretty. You're one lucky guy, Nate, I tell you." - As if, Nathan answered, but he did his best to nod and hum in agreement.

When this weird little thingy about Elena was off the table, you both concentrated on your cooking. Nathan could see why you told him that you're not the best cook either, but you were doing his best to help him. But the pie was even more fun to prepare than the ratatouille. First, you shoved the main course into the oven, making the sweet end after that. It was both looking miraculous to you since you would eat anything the man would serve you. And no matter how hot the food was, you had some appetite. Nathan hadn't seen anyone eat his food with such a passion for a long time - not even in the restaurant.

When the lunch was over, you pulled an old box with scrabble out of nowhere, putting on the table. - "Now, now, what you have to understand, Nate, is that this box is a relic. I wouldn't be surprised if it would be older than me... So, naturally, most of the letters are missing and you'll have to have hella imagination playing this game." - You presented him, putting the board down. This was a nice spent time while letting the food settle down inside of you - you were laughing a lot with Nathan and his main tactic. The man was trying to convince you that most of the words he made up were real. Soon, you pulled a dictionary, and Nate knew he's screwed at the moment.

When you proved Nathan you're actually like... Ten times smarter than him, it was the time to paint your living room. The sun was slowly setting down, so you lit up every light you could find and blasted some playlists on your laptop, making the man dance at once song. Which made you laugh from the bottom of your heart.

"What?" - Nate turned to you with the roll in his hand, already having paint on his face.

"This was... So... Terrible. I suppose you hadn't picked Elena on your dancing skills, huh?" - You mumbled, drying the tears off. Then, you stepped forward to take the paint from his face, still chuckling at the memory of him dancing. But Nathan's world just stopped for a moment when he felt your hands running on his face, your fingertips touching him gently. It made his heart jump a bit higher with joy, even if he had to fought the urge to lean into the warm touch.

"Unfortunately not, but, I am just a good dancer and you're jealous." - Nate teased you when he gained his consciousness back, making you stop as you watched his face unbelievably. With a burst of laughter, you smacked his shoulder playfully, leaning away.

"That's how it is?" - You asked, finding a different song in the playlist to show Mr. Drake how real dancers dance-like. - "Yeah, that's how it is." - Nate answered light-heartedly, looking at you already vibing to another song. With one daring look, you turned at him, making the craziest dance creations Nathan had ever seen. After a while of your theatrics, the man finally chuckled, continuing with painting the wall. He was leaving around eight in the evening, just a while before Mike came home from work and listened about your adventurous day.

On his way home, Nathan stopped at one of the artists, listening to the girl playing guitar and singing for someone she was deeply in love with. And instead of Elena, he was thinking about you when he was putting a few dollars to the guitar case. He couldn't wait to see you again.

#nathan drake x reader #Nathan Drake #Uncharted #nathan drake uncharted #nathan drake imagine #victor sully sullivan #elena fisher #he is in love #i can tell already #oh lord #may you have mercy with my soul

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talkingismylifewrites · 5 years ago

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OMG Caro we want the cut scene !!!

okay so this came from the original chapter four, which was a hot mess. i think i only wrote about 8k of it? before i scrapped it and rewrote everything. this is really the only scene that wasn’t rewritten and put into the real chapter four, minus a few more shenanigans that john and roger get into, and brian and freddie warning john about living with roger.

part of the reason this got cut was i didn’t like the way that i had written veronica, and i felt as though she would purposefully go out of her way to avoid john, and vice versa. but nevertheless, here it is!

enjoy!

The inevitable didn’t hit until mid-March.

He and Roger had finally managed to peel themselves off the floor and stumble to their local Tesco, donning sunglasses against the worst of their hangovers.

“I think we need more cereal,” Roger rasped, running a hand through his incredibly messy hair. “And some cheese?”

“I bought cheese two days ago,” John shook his head. “Did you eat the whole block?”

“I don’t...think so? Okay so bread, cereal, tinned ravioli?”

“I am not eating that shit,” John made a face. “You want it? You buy it.”

Roger debated it for a moment, but ultimately chucked the can into the basket John was holding. They continued making their way through the aisles, making up their list as they went along. There was a brief moment in the produce aisle wherein John quizzed Roger on the different names of vegetables to hilarious results.

“Is that not a legume?” Roger cried over John’s boisterous laughter, waving around a zucchini. “It’s a legume!”

“How did you make it to twenty-five not knowing what a zucchini was?” John laughed as he wiped at the tears in the corner of his eyes.

“Because who actually eats zucchini? What do you use it for?” Roger snapped.

“You put it in ratatouille,” Veronica said from behind them.

Three things happened at once. Roger, still waving around the zucchini, let go of it midair, sending to flying into a pyramid of apples that all went crashing onto the floor. John panicked, spinning around so fast that the basket smacked Roger in the shin, who cursed. And finally, Veronica stumbled back from the pair of them, right into the man who had been standing behind her.

“Ronnie!” John cried, shoving the sunglasses up on top of his head, squinting in the light. “I, uh, I mean Veronica, hi, you, uh, you alright?”

“Hello John,” she said, smiling sweetly if not nervously. “I’m doing well. And you?”

John knew that he had bags under his eyes big enough to carry his groceries home, that his hair was a matted mess that he hadn’t even attempted to comb, and that his shirt smelled sourly of beer from last night. He looked like shit, and everyone knew it.

Veronica, on the other hand, looked just as lovely as he had remembered. She was wearing a new dress, her hair neatly braided back the way she always had. John desperately wished he had showered, even more so when she moved in close to bus a kiss against his cheek.

“Roger,” she added, moving in to do the same for him. Roger, however, merely returned her smile with something that probably originally started as a smile but finished as a grimace.

“Veronica,” he said, terse.

There was a pregnant pause, before the man behind Veronica cleared his throat. Veronica startled, turning to face him before flushing.

“Oh, of course, how silly of me. John, Roger, this is Timothy. My—my boyfriend.” She slipped her hand into his, smiling nervously up at John.

Timothy reached out his free hand for John and Roger to shake. For a split second, John considered smacking it away, taking up his fists and pounding him straight through the floor. He clenched his knuckles, know that the meat of his palms would bleed from the force of his nails digging into them. But reason prevailed, and he found himself shaking his hand, doing his best to stop his glare.

“John Deacon,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Timothy replied, still shaking his hand. “I’m uh, a big fan. Your last album was really, uh, really something.”

John let go of his hand, stepping back closer to Roger. “Oh, thanks. Means a lot.”

“Ronnie here’s always talking about you all, and how you’re gonna make it big one day, and I gotta say, I do agree with her,” Timothy continued. John didn’t know how to respond, he was too busy trying to relearn how to breathe when he heard him call her by her nickname. No one person can have a monopoly on nicknames, especially when it’s not even yours, but it felt too real, too painful to hear from someone else.

There was a pregnant pause, made all the more awkward by Roger glaring from behind his shoulder, his face set in a hard scowl. Veronica, too sweet for her own good, tried to engage him in conversation.

“And how are you, Roger?” she asked. “Is your mother doing well?”

“She’s fine,” Roger said shortly. Veronica nodded, opening her mouth to say something, but thought better of it.

Timothy, too, tried to shake Roger’s hand, but he merely stared at it as though it had personally offended him. Timothy dropped his hand awkwardly, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Listen,” John tried. “We should get going. Practice, and recording, all that. Things to do, you know how it is.”

“Oh, of course, right,” Veronica nodded. She sounded almost upset, and for a moment, John considered taking the words back, telling her that he had more time. The moment passed though, when Roger grabbed at his arm, tugging him and the basket towards the register.

“C’mon, Deaks, let’s get going. We’ve got that dinner with the producers tonight, very important, can’t miss it.” He tugged John faster towards the register, throwing a terse farewell over his shoulder. “Great to meet you, Theodore!”

“Roger,” John hissed, trying to tug his hand from Roger’s. “What was that about?”

“The gall of that woman,” Roger snarled. “Who does she think she is, flaunting her boyfriend in front of you like that?”

“Roger—”

“And ugh, did you hear him?” Roger pulled a face, mimicking Timothy in a stupid voice. “Ronnie’s always talking about how you’re going to make it big one day. What a fucking asshole. We’ll make it big one day. As if he knows anything! We have a number one single—number one!—and he thinks he can talk to us like that? Ugh, I could have killed him.”

John allowed himself to be dragged into the line, watching as Roger threw the groceries onto the belt willy-nilly, probably breaking all the eggs in the carton and denting his tin of ravioli. Roger was upset for him. Roger was angry for him. John was flattered, proud, happy.

“We didn’t get the vodka,” Roger gasped, snapping his fingers. “Shit. Go get it, the big bottle, alright? Hurry, hurry!”

John did as he was told, pushing back through the line and jogging to the liquor aisle.

“Vodka, vodka, vodka,” he muttered, hopping from foot to foot as he scoured the aisle.

“Bottom left shelf.”

John froze. “R—Veronica.”

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Veronica teased, lifting her shoulder carefully. They stared at each other from across the aisle. John’s fingers itched to reach out and touch her one last time.

“I, uh, I have to get the vodka back to Roger,” John said stupidly.

“Might help if you picked it up,” she suggested. John flushed, looking away before bending down to grab a bottle, clutching it tightly with sweating fingers.

“I need to leave,” he muttered. “It uh, was good. Good to see you. But uh, I have to go.”

“John, wait,” she grabbed at his sleeve, stopping him in place. “Please, John, can we talk?”

“I can’t,” he shook his head. “I have to get this to Roger.”

“I know, but I just—we ended so soon, and I know it wasn’t, uh, the best—”

“I have to go,” he repeated, trying to pull away.

“John—”

John couldn’t help himself. Stepping back, he shook his head. “You already said everything that needed to be said. There’s nothing left to discuss.”

He pushed past her, ignoring anything she might have said and practically running back to Roger. In order to stall, Roger had bent over the belt so as to flirt with the cashier, laughing gaily at whatever she’d said. John slammed the bottle down on the belt, his hands shaking. Roger took one look at him and immediately snapped into action.

Stepping away from the belt, he turned off any and all charm that he had pulled in order to speed things up. The cashier, stunned by the change in behaviour, quickly scanned the bottle.

“That’ll be eight quid,” she said. Roger threw the money onto the belt before scooping up their groceries in one hand, grabbing at John with the other.

The moment they were outside, Roger whirled on John, his face pinched. “What did she say to you?” he demanded. “What happened?”

“I want to go home,” John gasped, struggling to regain his calm. “Let’s just go home.”

“Of course, babe,” Roger frowned as he hurried them down the street. “Let’s go home.”

#dyldyl cut scene #dyldyl chap 4

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Ladies in Waiting and Swimming

y’all have seen the queens and swimming, now get ready for: the best gals and swimming

• Bessie is Sunglasses Mom watching over the water like a hawk

• Maggie is I’m Jumping In Before You Can Douse Me In Sunscreen And There Is Nothing You Can Do About It

• Maria is Sunscreen COLD

• Joan is *Vine voice* I Can’t Swim ™️

• Yeah Joan can’t swim

• They all learned that the hard way

• She still gets in the water anyway

• And she refuses to wear a life jacket

• Joan and Maria personally put together a 24-hour pool playlist

• Some of the songs are normal, some of the songs are from the show, some of the songs are from the show but remixed, some of the songs are fucking weird and god awful, and some of the songs aren’t even songs at all

• Literally fucking blender noises played for three minutes and fifteen seconds

• Bessie: I wonder what song is going to be next.

The “song”:

youtube

Bessie: what the fuck

• There was also a terrible kazoo rendition of Heart of Stone while Maria provided loud crying noises in the background

• And then there the cream of the crop, the brightest of the bunch, the one Maria and Joan were waiting for

• “Ex-Wives but whenever Jane says anything it causes another Six song to play in the background”

• All of the songs ended up playing at once and it was total chaos

• The ladies in waiting were laughing so hard they could barely fucking breathe

• Because, like, when the song started Bessie and Maggie were like “Oh it’s Ex-Wives” but then fifteen seconds later they hear the faint “n-n-n-n-n-no way there’s no way” followed by the drum beat and “YOU MUST AGREE THAT BABY-“ while, at the same time, Aragon is saying also saying “And tonight, we are...LIVE!” in Ex-Wives and Joan and Maria go fucking nuts

• But back to the pool shenanigans and not the Cursed Pool Soundtrack

• Maria jokingly bought matching swimsuits because their costumes for the show already match so why the hell not

• But Joan and Bessie didn’t want to wear a bikini so they got a one piece that was the same color

• Their bathing suits are black

• They arrive at the pool like a murder of crows descending from the sky to splash around in a bird bath

• If someone jumps in without getting sprayed by sunscreen Bessie will be like “fine then bitch I hope you burn”

• It’s usually Maria who gets told that the most

• Maria and Joan are honestly so vulgar. They swear a lot but, like, they’re having fun so it’s okay

• Joan: *clambering onto the back of an inflatable swan*

Joan: *slips*

Joan, falling backwards: PUSSY ASS BITCH-

• Maggie is terrible, and I mean TERRIBLE, at hopping onto the inflatable pool toys

• She either slips off immediately, flips the whole thing, or jumps with too much force and ends up leaping right across it

• And the minute she finally gets on Bessie comes out of nowhere and flips the floatie

• Maggie stares at her in shock

• Also Maria always pulls people’s feet for fun

• But Bessie is like “stupid i won’t even let you get the cHANCE”

• Maria tries to grab her foot and she raises that leg without looking down, and when Joan comes back up she gives her the Mom Look ™️

• Meanwhile Joan was wading over to join them but got distracted by some cool beads on the pool floor in the shallow end and has been picking them up for the past seven minutes

• Maria drags her over and she drops all of them

• She literally clings to one of the other liw’s backs like a koala or hangs onto one of the floaties

• Now that they’re all in they decide to play some pool games

• Bessie is the best at Marco Polo

• If you thought she was too cool or mature to lunge at the nearest person like a jungle cat moving faster than the speed of light, you were wrong, buddy she will do what it takes to WIN

• It’s actually kind of terrifying

• Especially when her black hair is in her face and her eyes are shut so she looks like a blind swamp monster relying only on the stench of fear you give off from her oncoming attack

• Maggie is the absolute worst at Marco Polo poor girl

• She’s Too Loud

• The other three literally just floated in the deep end while Joan is Marco and watched her walk in circles for five minutes

• It was the funniest when she thought she heard them and would whip around which makes the other ladies in waiting go fucking nuts, especially when she whirls back around and ends up spinning around like a disoriented duck that can’t seem to figure out where the bread crumbs are

• Maria is a big cheater

• Whenever the Marco gets close enough to her and she leaps out of the water and runs to the other side of the pool

• Or she’s always underwater because she can hold her breath for a long time

• Okay, so, chicken? Maggie and Maria are an unstoppable team

• They fought the queens during a pool party and won every round

• However

• Maria and Joan? The shittiest team

• Joan is worried about falling off because Maria is going into the deep end so she instinctively wraps her legs around Maria’s throat and digs her fingernails into her scalp and Maria is floundering around while this kid anxiously pulls on her hair like she’s trying to control her like Remmy from Ratatouille

• Or sometimes Joan straight up gets distracted by Maria’s hair and is like “oooh soggy bois”

• Meanwhile Maria is like “Joan just push them”

• Maria assures Joan she’s got her

• She does not.

• Maggie is not got.

• Maria ends up plowing into the other team which makes Joan shriek and she usually ends up slipping off or gets knocked off

• Bessie on anyone’s shoulders is very terrifying

• Bessie carrying anyone is also terrifying

• If they don’t do their part she will do it for them because she wants to fucking win this

• Joan and Maggie are a very dysfunctional team

• “Joan I’m gonna fall” Maggie says while Joan hops from foot to foot, warming up for the next match

• “You’re not gonna fall. I got you.” Joan assures her, grabbing her knees in an iron grip

• Maggie falls because Joan goes to deep and submerges herself and starts freaking out

• When Joan is on Maggie’s shoulders, Maggie charges forward with so much force that Joan flies backwards but is still being held onto by the legs so her upper body is being dragged through the water while Maggie fucking goes ham on the other team

• Marco Polo and Chicken are normal pool games. These gals love to play Shark

• I don’t know if that’s its actual name or if other people play it, but me and my brother do and it’s a game where someone is the shark and they basically have to chase and drag the other people to a certain location in any means possible. Do whatever you can to get the victims to the shark cave.

• Or you can just fight them

• The “shark cave” is one of the staircases

• Bessie is a terrifying shark

• She has no mercy

• She will win

• Maggie throws her entire body onto anyone close enough when she’s the shark

• Maria fought her once

• Maria is a master at the “twist and pull” technique

• If she’s grabbed she will slip free

• Joan clings to limbs like a goddamn leach

• Once she’s on she’s on

• You might not get pulled to the stairs but you’re not getting her off

• Bessie picked Maggie up once and literally just carried her to the staircase

• They also have noodle fights

• They all wield pool noodles like the legendary sword Excalibur

• And they also swing way too hard

• All the other people at the pool stare in horror as these four women wearing matching swimsuits starting beating the absolute shit out of each other

• There’s a lot of cussing

• Joan: GET READY TO DIE FUCKERS I WILL FEED YOUR TITS TO THE BIRDS

Bessie: NOT IF I KILL YA FIRST CUNT

Maria: YOU ARE ALL PATHETIC COCKSUCKERS WHO WILL BLEED BENEATH MY BLADE PREPARE TO PERISH YOU PETTY PENIS-LICKING WHORES

Maggie: BITCH I WILL RIP YOUR SLUTTY ASS PUSSY TO SHREDS

Everyone else at the pool:

• They tried to teach Joan how to swim before

• Maria uses the “throw the child in the water” technique

• “Sink or swim, bitch”

• It didn’t work

• Joan: Hey Bessie look at me

Bessie: *looks at her*

Joan: *spits water in her face*

• Joan was never heard of again

• The queens: *show up to the pool for a pool party with the ladies in waiting* :)

The ladies in waiting: *literally fucking mauling each other in the water, swearing loudly as assorted monster noises blast from a nearby speaker*

The queens:

#this is long but!! they deserve this much!!#they deserve it and so much more!!#I love them so much!!#give them more content!!#ladies in waiting #maggie on the guitar #bessie on the bass #maria on the drums #joan on the keys #six the musical headcanons #six the musical

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