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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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Hi, could you do a match up for me? I want DC (comics), DC (movies) Marvel (comics), Adventure Time, Harry Potter, LOTR and The Hobbit.

I have dark brown, shoulder length (undercut), and curly hair. I have green/blue eyes and I have glasses. My pronouns are he/him and I am bi (more so woman leaning). I am very artistic, I roller skate, I play video games and board games and card games, and I write and read. I'm intelligent, goofy, fashionable, an ambivert, an animal lover, and a snacker.

I am a Norse pagan, my favorite color is purple, my favorite animal is a crow/raven, my favorite food is a breakfast sandwich, my favorite dessert is baklava, and my favorite drink is tea.

Okay, thanks for reading this whole rant lol! I'm excited to see what you do if you get to this!

Thank you so much for requesting all of these matchups! From your dms I shall make them romantic and platonic! I hope you enjoy them all! This is a long BOI! Feel free to request from me again! <33333 (sorry if there are a few grammar mistakes)

Romantic -

DC Comics;

Donna Troy:

🎇 You had been just walking down the street to get some tea when you accidently bumped into someone, that someone being Donna Troy; you both did that awkward 'you going this way' and they go that way too thing

🎇 It was very awkward, but the two of you profusely apologized, and you even offered her to join you for some breakfast, and she accepted

🎇 Almost instantly the conversation flowed, Donna asking you about work and you asked her what she did, she was a bit vague but she told you that she worked in helping others; you assumed that she was a nurse or doctor of some kind

🎇 After your breakfast, Donna even gave you her number, saying she really enjoyed your company and to call her sometime. before saying she had to skedaddle to work

🎇 A couple days later, you gained the courage to call her up, asking if she wanted to get lunch with you, you were beyond worried that she'd decline, but she didn't reject your offer and said she'd love to go to lunch with you

🎇 You drove over and picked her up, taking her to a lovely restaurant where the two of you talked about everything and anything, sharing wine and having a great time; even sharing some baklava for dessert

🎇 For the next couple of weeks, you and Donna would go on other little dates, roller skating, taking walks, going to arcades, and even going to each other's houses to play board games

🎇 Donna grows to really like you, possibly even more than a friend, she loves how goofy and funny you are; admiring all of your jokes

🎇 After a bit more time, Donna finally revealed that she was Wonder Girl, and let me tell you, you fanboyed

🎇 Together, Donna brings out the best of you, and you do the same for her; you two are perfect for each other to say the least

DC Movies;

Rachel Dawes:

💗 You met Rachel when you became an assistant district attorney like her, bumping into her in the as you were late for work, both of your papers flying in the air; after gathering each other's paperwork, apologizing, and going on your merry way, you realized that you had some of her documents

💗 You knew you had to return them immediately, so during your lunch break you were able to find her before she left to get lunch, returning the paper to her; Rachel was beyond overjoy, you having saved her job as the document was very important

💗 She offered to buy you lunch, and you accepted, going to a small sandwich place where you ordered a breakfast sandwich

💗 You offered to pay for your meal, but Rachel was firm and determined to pay for your meal, so after chatting a bit and talking about work to an extent, you paid her back by holding the door opened for her at the sandwich shop and when you both got back to work; though you had plans to repay her somehow (you later took her to a nice dinner)

💗 It didn't take long for your shared lunch breaks to turn into lunch dates, the two of you talking about your time in Gotham and even the cute puppy that entered the shop with their owner

💗 On the day of your birthday, Rachel gifted you a purple card and even a sparkling raven brooch, that was the day you realized that you had feelings for her

💗 Whenever you were teamed up for court things, you always felt your heart flutter and pitter-patter when you were near her, and after a few weeks of the overwhelming feelings bubbling up inside you, you asked her out

💗 She was a bit apprehensive, worried about being co-workers and all, but in the end she accepted and the two of you went to a very nice dinner; even meeting the charming Bruce Freaking Wayne (yes, that's his legal middle name, his parents knew what's up)

💗 After some dates, and overall dating for a couple of months in general, you asked her to move in with you, which she accepted; that was where you and her befriended two crows, to which you named Hugin and Munin

💗 Together you are the bestest of friends and the loveliest of couples, most people around Gotham are jealous of your guys's relationship when they hear about you

Marvel Comics;

Loki:

🐍 You, being a Norse Pagan, you knew almost everything about Loki, so when you met Loki... Well, you were beyond surprised

🐍 You were just on your phone, on Tinder, swiping left on almost everyone until you paused your finger over a familiar face, Loki the God of Mischief

🐍 You doubted it was the real Loki, but your swiped right nonetheless, your eyes widened when the screen told you that you both matched

🐍 You really didn't think it was truly the real Loki still, but when those little message bubbles popped up, you stared at the screen intrigued

🐍 A conversation quickly started where you stated that fact that you doubted Loki was the real one, had to be someone masquerading as Loki, so you asked for selfie; Loki sent one, it was of him in battle, doing a peace sign, with Thor battle-crying behind him

🐍 You narrowed your eyes, feeling yourself trusting the picture, but not before reverse Googling the picture, which proved that this Loki was finally, for once, telling the truth

🐍 You began chatting more, even getting to the point where you starting calling each other; by the end of the month, you two scheduled a meeting

🐍 You meet the God at a park, where Loki immediately complimented your amazing fashion taste, after you went to a nice lake where the two of you feed some ducks; after you went to dinner

🐍 After dinner, Loki then teleported you both up to the Empire State Building on the Observatory floor, where you stared at the stars together

🐍 At that moment, you knew that Loki was your person, Loki was caring, sweet, funny, and protective, and you couldn't wait for what the future for the two of you will hold

Adventure Time;

Huntress Wizard:

🌲 You were just walking in the woods of Ooo, just minding your own business when you heard someone playing a sweet melody on some sort of wind instrument

🌲 You followed the wonderful sound, finding someone sitting on a log, playing the flute

🌲 She heard branches break and turned to see you, abruptly saying hello before continuing to play, you sat beside her, introducing yourself and complimenting her playing

🌲 You found out that her name was Huntress Wizard and she was very talented with a bow and arrow, and you showed her your sword battling skills

🌲 You found her company enjoyable, her being so laid-back and sarcastic; you were sarcastic too, so you thought that was cool

🌲 The two of you would wander around the woods, meeting such creatures as Tree Trunks and even that cute snail, but aside from that the two of you would talk and just have fun

🌲 A couple of weeks after meeting each other, Huntress Wizard, or as you called her, Wiz, gave you a bouquet of wildflowers; you loved them

🌲 Even though she wasn't really fond of materialistic things, she loves when you gave her a book; she read it to the point that the spine was breaking, she loved it that much

🌲 Sometimes when the night is full and there are fireflies in the air, you and Huntress Wizard would dance in the night, laughing and having a good time

🌲 You and Huntress Wizard were a perfect match, always doing things together, playing music, and just having a grand ol' time

Harry Potter;

Fleur Delacour:

💫 You met Fleur when you were at Hogwarts and she came during the Tournament

💫 You both didn't start really talking until you both graduated from your separate schools

💫 You traveled to France for a bit of a vaca, going into a small cafe to see the one and only Fleur, and she reconsigned you; it was slightly awkward and nerve-racking since you were a bit standoffish, but when she offered you to join her, you accepted

💫 You told her that it was your first time in France and she took it upon herself to show you the amazing structures of the country; the Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame de Paris, Palace of Versailles, and even the Arc de Triomphe

💫 You had a lot of fun there with Fleur and you didn't want to leave France, you only had a couple of days left so Fleur took you on a dinner and show boat ride, where she confessed that she had feelings for you since she saw you during the Tournament

💫 You confessed the same, incredibly delighted by her confession that that night you both shared a kiss under the stars

💫 On the day that you were supposed to leave, Fleur promised to write to you whenever she could and you promised the same

💫 For the next couple of weeks, the two of you would write to each other

💫 Fleur then surprised you, a few months later when she wrote in her letter that she was going to come and visit you, and you were so excited

💫 Both you and Fleur are two peas in a pod, the personification of pure love and a perfect relationship; sweet and gentle

Lord Of The Rings;

Galadriel:

🌟 You met Galadriel when you were part of the Fellowship, instantly falling for the blonde beauty

🌟 Staying the night in her relm, you spoke with her about her home, and you told her how amazing her home was, in which she offered you a place to stay after the ring is destroyed

🌟 You took her up on that offer, and while the Fellowship asked her for such things as sticks or even a few strands of her hair, you asked her for nothing but her smile

🌟 After months of traveling and your feet hurting from walking so much, the ring was finally destroyed; you were glad as you traveled back to Lothlorien, where Galadriel and her people welcomed you with open arms

🌟 For the first couple of weeks, it was a bit hard for you, being someone who traveled a lot, being without a quest made you feel restless, and Galadriel noticed

🌟 She asked if you wanted to join some of her elven guards on their small journey to the west side of Lothlorien, in which you agreed

🌟 It only took a couple weeks, three at most, but you had a grand time and even made friends with some of your fellow guards, when you did return Galadriel was glad to see you

🌟 As the years went on, the two of you started to grow closer, ignoring that fact that in LOTR she is married, the two of you fell in love

🌟 The two of you would sit and look at the scenery around you and Galadriel would tell your stories about the Trees Of Valinor and even a few funny tales about Gandalf

🌟 You both have so much in common, both being kind, wise, and had a love for all things in Middle Earth

The Hobbit;

Thranduil:

🦌 You were an Elf in Mirkwood, not a guard or anything fancy, just a random Elf with a love for animals and fashion, well, you guessed you were a bit special, having the job to make Thrand- you mean, King Thranduil's clothes

🦌 You had the job to make all his robes, pants, tunics, gloves, and even his boots; which you believed he was satisfied with the clothing because he wore them and you hadn't been fired

🦌 For the past couple of moons, exactly seven-thousand years compared to a human life, you had been working on something special for the King, a very special gown, made with the finest of materials

🦌 To be honest, you had a confession to make, you had grown feelings for the Elf King, and you wanted this garb to be as perfect as those two furry caterpillars that he called eyebrows

🦌 The night before the King's begetting day, you had finally finished the gown, and it was beautiful; of fine silver and shining material

🦌 Then, nervously, that next day after the big feast, you gifted the King the robe; he looked at it in awe and asked who had gifted him such a masterpiece, and you, nervously, made your presence known

🦌 From that day on, Thranduil asked you to create more items like his gown, and you often found the King wearing the gift you had handcrafted; whenever you would gift him another amazing garb, he compliment you surprisingly

🦌 What you didn't know was that Thranduil found it extremely flattering that you spent so long in making something special for him, and though he was still grieving his late wife, he found himself falling in love with you

🦌 Great news for you, when you heard a few rumors wandering about, Thranduil had heard of them too, and went to you to speak about the rumors to you, in which the two of you both confessed

🦌 Though many of the elves were a bit hesitant about you becoming second King of Mirkwood, they soon found that you were a caring and kind ruler, and fiercely mellowed out Thranduil which was pretty nice (he finally got rid of the spiders)

Platonic -

DC Comics;

Stephanie Brown:

🐦 You had been friends with Stephanie for a couple of years when she told you in private that she was the new Robin

🐦 You were in awe, and slightly jealous, knowing that she got to meet and talk to Batman, but you knew she was really good at acrobatics and all that so to you it made sense

🐦 Whenever she came back from batty missions, she tell you all about the baddies she took down with Batman, and you would listen and listen and listen

🐦 Stephanie knew she should not have told you that she was Robin, she knew there were bad people out there that could find you and hurt you, but what she didn't know was that you yourself were a vigilante; you called yourself... (insert cool name here)

🐦 You didn't tell Steph about your night job until a few weeks later when you were out on patrol and she was too, and you both subsequently bumped into each other as you were both after the same villain

🐦 With the sounds of your voices, it was obvious that you were this new vigilante, and Steph was shocked, and she told you to mark her words, she'd talk to you about your little night job; she wasn't too happy you thought

🐦 She was a bit worried about you doing this job to be honest and didn't think it was a good idea, but you insisted that you'd be fine and you hadn't been injured yet; yet was the key word here but Steph reluctantly sighed

🐦 After a while, Steph would introduce you to the Bat Fam, and you loved them, especially Bat Cow, anyway, Batman was keen on teaching you a few more fighting techniques and you were totally down

🐦 Minus the training your then went through, you and Steph would mostly hang out at the mansion, and even baked with the amazing Butler himself, Alfred

🐦 You and Steph are the best of friends, always having each other's back fighting crime and playing video games at arcades; you both clash perfectly

DC Movies;

Rorschach:

🖤 You were a random passer-byer when you randomly found yourself taking a shortcut to your apartment, which was not a good idea

🖤 Suddenly, a mugger came out and threatened you, demanding for you money, you were scared out of you mind obviously, but like the night, a shadow appeared and you were saved; by Rorschach

🖤 He didn't really say much and quickly left but not without you yelling out a thank you, he was your hero before he became your friend

🖤 Now, he wouldn't really say friends, more than just a person he can sort of, kind of trust, but he somewhat understood and tolerated you to an extent

🖤 Another night, when you were just also minding your own business, you heard glass shatter, seeing Rorschach falling out of a second or third story window, and you were quick to see if he was alright

🖤 Long story short, you helped him with any cuts he sustained and he stubbornly let you; it took longer for the two of your to be 'friends', but you offered your apartment as a safe place for him

🖤 Rorschach did come over periodically, not often, but sometimes, only to stay the night or even just borrow your office to research

🖤 He was a good listener surprisingly, and you ranted to him a lot about things that bothered you or just about yourself, even asking a few questions to him, but he rarely answered those

🖤 One time, and only one time, Rorschach had stayed the night on the couch, and in the morning, you had found a new book about Norse mythology for you, and it wasn't a surprise that your birthday was that day; Rorschach did care

🖤 And of course he did, he always made sure that evil-doers would pay violently for their crimes, but even though he was slightly short-tempered and pretty brooding, he did care about you, his friend

Marvel Comics;

Teddy Altman (Requested Fancast):

💚 You were part of the Young Avengers, being friends with most of them, even Loki, when you became really good friends with Teddy, also known as Hulkling

💚 You instantly realized that him and Billy were a thing and you were super supportive of them, fanboying about them often

💚 You'd help them if they ever had issued, reminding them to talk it out and whatnot, communication is key!

💚 Teddy was glad he had you as a friend, someone to talk to about things and even complain to, even sometimes playing card games with the rest of the team and even sometimes video games

💚 You always found Teddy to be a very kind and understanding soul, always making sure others are alright before himself, in one word; selfless

💚 As time goes on, Teddy asked you to be his best man at his and Billy's wedding and of course you said yes, and the wedding by the way was amazing and beautiful, everyone cried, even Loki

💚 During battles and fighting baddies, you, Teddy, and Billy were the Fearsome Three; the three of you were so good at taking everyone down and scared the baddest of baddies

💚 Billy began to join you and Teddy at Teddy's place, playing video games and even sometimes board games, (it's a lot of sometimes considering you guys are out fighting a lot)

💚 You'd help Teddy with date ideas, helping him pick flowers and restaurants to eat at, and even little gifts, they were perfect

💚 Billy and Teddy are perfect together, and you are a perfect friend, always there for Teddy and Billy (not that you're a third wheel or anything...)

Adventure Time;

BMO:

🎮 You met BMO through Finn and Jake the Doggo, instantly finding them humorous and cool; BMO liked you too

🎮 You didn't really know what BMO could do, being a computer of some kind, but you were quick to know one of their quirks when Finn asked if you wanted to join him and Jake in some video game from BMO; you joined

🎮 You almost died, but it was fun; you and BMO became good friends after that

🎮 BMO and you would watch movies together, even little video creations that BMO made, and you loved how holographic they were

🎮 Sometimes, when not with Finn and Jake, you and BMO would go around Ooo and take pictures using BMO themself, the pictures turned out amazing and BMO was adorable whenever they made a small click-click sound

🎮 BMO would also play music and you, BMO, Jake, and Finn would dance around the tree house, jamming to funky beats

🎮 BMO becomes very protective of you, always making sure you are alright and even making sure that you aren't bored

🎮 You and BMO would draw together, yours looking pretty awesome, and BMO's looking like they just printed something out; the same sort of goes with writing, you'd write your own fics and short stories and BMO would write the entire Romeo and Juliet Shakespearean script perfectly

🎮 Even though you don't really know how, you play soccer with BMO and they're pretty good, and you are so jealous of BMO's skateboarding skills

🎮 You and BMO are comrades, confidants, and if you threw a party and invited everyone you knew, well, you would see the biggest gift would be from BMO; the card attached would say 'thank you for being a friend'

Harry Potter;

Sybill Trelawney:

🔮 You were the arts professor in Hogwarts, teaching kids about painting, patels, charcoal, and teaching them about great wizard artists; you were very crafty and good at what you did

🔮 Sort of being new, it was hard for you to become friends with your fellow professors, being a bit shy and nervous

🔮 That's when you met Professor Trelawney, also known as Sybill

🔮 She was a bit strange and unusual, but you liked her nonetheless, and it was easy to become her friend

🔮 When you had no class for an hour and Sybill did, you join the class and watch her work, finding her teaching amazing and interesting

🔮 Even though some kids would make fun of her, you'd be quick to shut them up, threatening a loss of house points which did indeed shut them up

🔮 You and Sybill would often eat beside each other at lunch, chatting softly to one another about your interests, Norse myths, ravens, astrology, tea, etc.

🔮 Sometimes, on breaks, weekends, and so on, you and Sybill would go to Hogsmeade and even get tea at the local shops, then you'd go back to the professor dorms and play cards

🔮 Sybill even gave you a free prediction, telling you to stay away from great bodies of water

🔮 You and Sybill, both a bit odd, are the best of friends, you're the number one teaching squad

Lord Of The Rings;

Samwise Gamgee:

🥔 You lived in Hobbiton, a few houses away from Sam, having known him since you were both little babes

🥔 The two of you played together when you were young, playing through the grass and climbing trees

🥔 As you both grew older, your friendship never died and the two of you would spend a lot of time together still; baking, cooking, taking walks, and even gardening

🥔 During parties or at the pub he, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin liked to go to, you'd try and convince him to say hi to Rosie

🥔 You even helped push Sam to his feet and into Rosie's arms for a dance, you were particularly proud that day, (you could almost say you were a proud foot)

🥔 When Sam told you that he was going with Frodo to save Middle Earth, you were a bit worried at first, but you thought it would be nice for Sam to get out of Hobbiton for a while, he'd never left after all

🥔 You helped him pack, bread, fruits, blankets, extra clothes, and even a few po-tay-toes

🥔 You were extremely worried after a year had passed and there was no sight of Sam, but your worries were lifted when he came back home after a few weeks more

🥔 You were there when he married Rosie, happy seeing Sam so happy with his Rosie; you'd tease him later for all of it

🥔 You were glad that your best friend was back and you were so happy that he was safe and sound with his love, and you loved babysitting the kids

The Hobbit;

Ori:

🤗 You weren't part of the Company when you met Ori, but an Elf friend of Elrond's; at the dinner, when the Company arrived, you found the young dwarf adorable

🤗 You quickly became friends with him, ignoring the weird and odd stares from the other dwarves

🤗 When the songs began and the dwarves began to dance, you clapped along to the beat

🤗 Ori, after the party, asked you what it was like to live in Rivendell, and you answered honestly, and Ori found you answer interesting as he asked more about you

🤗 You and Ori became friends quickly, and you were sad to see him go when he left with the rest of the company, but he promised to message and/or come visit after they reclaimed the mountain

🤗 When the mountain was reclaimed, Ori did indeed return after traveling for a couple months, and you were super happy to see him

🤗 Ori stayed with you in Rivendell for a couple of weeks, you showing him all the finer things in life, like the pools and lakes, and even the weapons room; he loved it

🤗 You'd spend most of your days reading and talking, and even sparing which was always fun; he was a good friend and loved to steal snacks with you, (don't tell Elrond)

🤗 One time you both even tried to make up your own songs, it was a bit tricky but you both had fun doing it; Ori would teach you how to dance though, which was extra fun

🤗 You and Ori are two peas in a pod, he's the cheese to your crackers, the best of friends, and the coolest of Middle Earth creatures, nothing can stand in your way when you're together

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pineappleciders · 2 years ago

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ayoo matchups are open!!

I don't want to like, flood you with requests and all kjfhdsfkdsfhd so sorry if you've got a lot in your inbox. But I just couldn't pass up the opportunity for a fun little matchup! Anyways, here's a little bit about me!

-> I'm mspec, so I'm fine with being matched up with anyone in the OMOgang (however I lean towards men/masc-alined genders)

-> I use she/her/hers, they/them/their, it/it/its, li/lil/lilas, and sometimes voi/void/voids pronouns

-> I'm genderdoe/genderfae (well really a subset of that gender, but people know genderfae better)

-> As for my personality, I start off pretty quiet around most people. I'm neurodivergent, and don't want to risk saying something 'stupid.' So, I keep my mouth shut. But once I learn someone isn't going to judge, I can go on for hours about my special interest, which happens to be character/OC creation. I'm pretty damn creative if I do say so myself!

-> I can get really loud and say some really stupid stuff, and I love it when others can do the same. By stupid, I don't mean 'hot takes' or anything, more so that I forgot the word for grey and called it dark white.

-> I have a very strong sense of right and wrong, even if to some people it's a little skewed (AKA 'murder is okay in some situations'). However, I struggle to actually stand up for myself when people go against me due to an intense fear of getting yelled at. Yippee!

-> Right. Fears. I'm scared of worms. :)

-> I do actually run a few headcanon/writing blogs for different fandoms. I won't be sharing them because they ~suck~ but oh well. I actually really, really love writing and have an Ao3 account for it.

Now for some fun facts that I couldn't flesh out into paragraphs!

-> I love giving and receiving physical touch as a love language

-> I'm about 168 cm (5'5")

-> I'm on my laptop 24/7 (mainly Tumblr)

-> I love space. And Saturn... :))))

-> OLD BALLGOWNS AND NIGHTGOWNS 11/10

-> I have a bob cut, but I'm hoping to get it that hair that curls up at the end. Y'know that old fashioned stuff? Yeah, that.

-> KEL AND HERO BEST CHARACTERS

Okay I'm gonna stop info-dumping on you now haha. Sorry if this was too much information! Lol.

-🪐

A/N: dont worry i dont mind one bit!! i love hearing people talk about whatever. i honestly couldn't decide who i saw you with better, so i did two characters separately!!

I MATCH YOU WITH...

RW AUBREY and RW KEL!!!!

as for AUBREY, she's also kind of quiet around people she doesn't know well, so it'll take some time for you two to get to know each other

as you get closer, though, she starts caring for you more and goes lengths to protect you

you two both have strong opinions on what's right and wrong, and she really likes that about you

she's sure to not raise her voice around you, and if she slips up or gets angry then she apologizes deeply and feels awful about it

she chuckles in amusement if you say some stupid shit like dark white, that's one of the many things she likes about you

AUBREY relates to the fear of being scared of blurting something out or saying dumb things. but the two of you slowly try to overcome it, one step at a time

if you bring up a blog or your writing hobby she wants to know more about it and potentially read some stuff, but she doesn't pressure you or anything

i like to think AUBREY also really likes space so u guys will just like. stargaze together a lot on the picnic blanket by the lake

likes seeing your characters and hearing about them,, i think she's the type to memorize everything you said and start doodling the character on her schoolwork or something as if it's her own

i personally headcanon AUBREY as about 5'9", and sometimes she uses you as a personal armrest (KEL also does the same, more often on your head than your shoulder cuz he's like 6'0" or something)

as for KEL, i think you two click very well

he's kinda scared to push your or cross your boundaries, so don't be surprised if he kind of separates himself from you for awhile

he's used to being called stupid or pushy, so it'll help if you reassure him (and he'll do the same for you!!)

KEL is similar to you in the way that he has a very strong sense of justice, and what's right and wrong. but, different to you, he's the first one to step up and defend himself/you and state what he thinks is right

you mention anything about your OCs or writing or anything that interests you at all?? he wants to hear everything about it

he might get a lil distracted and space out but he really does want to listen, he thinks ur creativity is incredibly awesome and he's always in awe of it

you two come up with chaotic ideas sometimes together like ur,,, conspiring like evil scientists or some shit. sometimes you both blurt out the same thing on accident like ur on the same wavelength

KEL's love language is also physical touch, so he'll always be leaning on you, holding your wrist, wrapped his arm around you, etc. if you two are cuddling or something he probably has to get up and move around a lot

he's gotten a lot better with staying still (when he was 12 he had to be moving and doing something constantly), but he still needs to get the wiggles out every now and then

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tefilovesreading · 4 years ago

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It’s a match! Part. 2

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None, language but that’s it.

A/N: LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED.

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 3

“What do you mean he sent you a good morning text?” Jo asked, almost choking on her toast.

“He asked for my number last night,” Y/N explained, her hands shaking while she tried to unlock her phone, “and when I woke up, I had a text from him saying good morning and wishing me a good day.”

“Damn the boy is a keeper,” her friend whistled and winked at her after she read the message.

“He told me he wanted to FaceTime.”

She sat on the stool next to where her best friend was sitting and rested her chin on her hand. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like hundreds of bees buzzing fiercely in there.

“And you?” Jo questioned with an intrigued look on her face, “do you wanna do it?”

“I think so,” Y/N answered, biting the inside of her cheek, “he’s really cute, and I had fun texting last night.”

“Well that’s a new one,” the ginger girl joked. All their friends knew how much Y/N hated texting, leaving messages on read for days, or taking absolutely forever to respond. She always felt weird texting, not knowing very well how to keep the conversation going over text.

“Tell him you have thirty minutes, and then you have to go do something else,” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and Jo rolled her eyes, “that way if you don’t feel comfortable you have an easy exit.”

“And what if I’m enjoying it?” Jo looked at her as if she was trying to explain how the water cycle worked to a kid, “Jo I’m being serious!”

“In that case, my love, you hang up and call him again after you tell me everything.”

“Who said I was gonna tell you anything, uh?” Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss after her friend gave her an offended look.

“Whatever, Y/N,” Jo flipped her off, “just tell him your professor was sick or something like that.”

“You’re a lifesaver, did I tell you that?” Y/N kissed her friend’s cheek and then jumped off, “I’m gonna go take a shower, see you later.”

“See you later, babe,” Jo said, “don’t forget to eat!”

“I won’t!” Y/N yelled, on her way to the bathroom they shared.

Y/N: Good morning! Hope you have a great day too

She smiled satisfied at her reply and hit the send button.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she felt so giddy about a guy, it was exciting, to say the least. Charlie seemed like an easygoing person and really easy to talk to. Sure she was nervous talking to him, but who wouldn’t? The guy was super cute and so nice to her, she already knew she’d be crushing hard.

Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to class with time to go to her favorite coffee shop and have a quick breakfast.

Charlie: Didn’t think you’d answer me so early hahaha Y/N: I have a class in like 20 minutes, wouldn’t have woken up this early if i didn’t have class lol Charlie: So you’re not a morning person Y/N: Oh no, absolutely not!!

She smiled at the boy in the cashier and laughed softly when he asked her if she was ordering the same thing she always did.

“Oh, can you add a brownie please?” Y/N asked politely, while she looked for her card on her bag. After paying for her food, she went to one of the tables in the back.

Charlie: Noted! I swear i try to not wake up early but i can’t Y/N: I bet you’re the kind of friend that wakes everyone up with a lot of noise Charlie: How did ya know that hahahaha Y/N: I was just guessing, but you do seem like a loud person Charlie: I am, i won’t try to deny it Charlie: What about you?? Y/N: Mmm Y/N: It depends Y/N: But my laugh is extra loud, so I can’t say I’m a quiet girl

“Vanilla latte!” Y/N put away her phone and stood up to get her order.

“Thanks, Dylan,” she thanked the boy and grabbed a few napkins before making her way back to her table.

Charlie: I bet your laugh is really cute

Her cheeks were burning after that message, and it took her a couple of minutes to tame the butterflies in her stomach before she was able to type a response. Because as much as she wanted to laugh it off and change the topic, she knew he was flirting with her and if she didn’t flirt back, their conversation was basically dead.

Y/N: Guess you’ll have to find out yourself ;).

That was a nice reply, right? She screenshotted their chat and sent it to Jo. If anyone knew how to flirt while texting, it was her best friend.

Y/N: How does it look? Is it too much?? Too little?? Y/N: H E L P

Jo’s response was quick as always. One of the many reasons she loved her.

Jo: Girl it’s fine Jo: Stop worrying about it Jo: It’s mysterious and a good way to tell him you wanna FaceTime Y/N: Ok ok thank you love ya Jo: Love you more

Checking the hour on her phone, Y/N finished her bagel and gathered her stuff. She waved Dylan goodbye and left the coffee shop. She spent more time than she expected to in there and if she didn’t hurry she’d be late for class.

It was times like this one that made her regret not knowing how to drive because even if all her classmates liked the Lyft program they had for free, she still felt unsafe getting in the car without a friend.

Back in the day, when she was still dating Lance, he’d made sure to call her and talk to her during the whole ride to wherever Y/N needed to go just to make her feel safe. After all, he was never a bad boyfriend, their paths just went in different ways and they both wanted different things in life.

Charlie: Yeah i guess Charlie: What if i call you later when you’re done with your classes??Charlie: No pressure

She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks for the second time in less than an hour and had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling.

Y/N: Sure, i’ll let you know once i’m done Y/N: But i have to say bye for now Y/N: Gotta pay attention haha Charlie: Get that degree! Charlie: Talk to you later!

Focusing on whatever her professor was saying was a hard task, she just wanted to pull her phone out and text Charlie, see what he was up to and get home as soon as possible, so they could FaceTime.

Sitting on the edge of her seat, she couldn’t help but bounce her leg to relieve the eagerness rushing through her veins. She still had fifteen minutes left, and then she’d be sprinting out of the classroom and going back to her apartment.

“Dude, do you gotta use the bathroom or what?” Sadie, the girl she always sat with during class, whispered through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” she apologized, crossing her legs to stop herself from bouncing her leg. Although the new position didn’t stop her from moving her foot.

“What’s up with you?” Sadie snorted once she realized Y/N couldn’t sit still.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly, scribbling on her notebook the pages she needed to read for the next class, “I just wanna go home.”

“But you have never been this eager to leave this class,” the girl commented without looking at her, too focused on taking notes, “you love this class.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N let out a sigh and checked the hour on her watch, “I just don’t feel like sitting here right now.”

Her classmate didn’t make another comment about her eagerness to leave the classroom, she just nodded her head as if she was telling her she understood.

“I think that’s all for today, guys,” the professor mentioned, leaning on the desk, “have a good day, and don’t forget to read the articles I mentioned.”

Y/N hurried to gather her things and waved Sadie goodbye before walking as fast as she could to the door. She needed to leave before the halls flooded with students. Y/N considered taking the stairs instead of the elevator but knowing how clumsy she could be, she opted for the latter. Falling down the stairs wasn’t on her plans.

Twenty minutes and a mile later, she dropped her keys on the bowl next to the door of her apartment and kicked off her shoes. She checked her out in the full-length mirror Jo had in their living room and shrugged. Charlie knew she was a college student, and it wouldn’t be weird to see her wearing a hoodie with her college’s logo, also, she was comfy and didn’t want to change into something else.

She fixed her hair and made sure she didn’t have smudged mascara under her eyes and then made herself comfortable on the couch.

Y/N: Just made it home

Y/N: That was one hell of a long class haha

She bit her nails, the nervousness kicking in while she waited for a response from Charlie. Maybe he was busy now that she wasn’t. God if their schedules didn’t let them at least FaceTime, she felt like she’d start crying and delete the app. It wasn’t like she was talking to other guys though.

Charlie: Finally!! Charlie: Wanna FaceTime?? Or are you tired?

“Fuck no,” she whispered to herself before she started writing her reply.

Y/N: Nah! Let's FaceTime

Her heart started pounding on her chest when the video call entered and the phone started vibrating in her hand.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed before putting a smile on her face and answering the call. “Hey!”

Holy shit. His pictures didn’t make him justice.

“How you doin’?” Charlie said and her cheeks blushed.

“It’s that a Friends reference?” she asked trying to hide her smile.

“I swear I don’t mean it in that way,” he laughed, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made her heart flutter. “But seriously, how was your day?”

“It was good even though I hate waking up early,” the way Charlie was looking at her with so much attention, even if it was through a screen it made her feel so confident, “I had breakfast at this little coffee shop near my apartment and then went to class.”

“But that sounds like a nice morning,” Charlie mentioned, his sweet smile never leaving his face.

“What were you up to anyway?”

“Not much actually,” he shrugged and the gesture made him look young, “I went for a run, then I had to film some tapes for a few auditions, and now I’m chilling.”

“You’re an actor,” Y/N pointed out, not even surprised about the new information he just revealed. It was Los Angeles after all.

“I am,” he smiled, and she swore she could see a pink tint on his cheeks, “I started back in Canada when I was about fourteen or fifteen.”

“Any chances I’ve watched it?” Charlie scrunched his nose and shook his head.

“Maybe, if you are into foreign films,” Y/N tilted her head confused at his answer, “It’s in French.”

“You learned how to speak in French for the movie?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together when Charlie started laughing.

“I grew up speaking French and English,” he explained with a soft smile, “I’m French Canadian.”

“That makes a lot more sense now,” she laughed off her embarrassment, “I’m gonna blame the fact that I woke up early today. I’m not this dumb, I swear.”

“Don’t worry,” he said and the smile faded just enough for her to notice his intense stare, “I thought it was cute.”

She bit her lip at his words and tried to look away from the screen, but Charlie’s eye contact felt as if he was looking right into her soul and she couldn’t break that connection even if she wanted to. And she definitely didn’t want to do that.

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renaerys · 3 years ago

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37. For Blossutch 👀 can’t wait to binge read all of these lol -Star

37. “If you want to act like a slut, you can dress like one.”

T-posing for feminism.

This fic is part of a prompt challenge that is now closed to new requests, but you can read all the completed submissions here. Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we’re getting creative here.

xxx

Dane Blakely was 140 pounds of protein powder in a five and a half foot body, and still he seemed to tower over anyone in his way. He’d cornered So-eun Park on her way to second period because he could not take a hint, and now there was no getting around him.

“I saw you with that loser at the Shankaplex on Saturday, don’t even try to deny it,” Dane said.

So-eun had her back to the lockers, but she held her ground. “Elmer’s not a loser, and it’s none of your business who I go out with.”

Rookie mistake dating the first guy who asked her out when she transferred to Townsville High School at the beginning of the year. So-eun had corrected that poor decision quickly, but Dane was one of those unfortunate guys whose parents had forbidden the word no in their house when he was a child.

“I’m just saying your standards have gone way down.”

“Oh my god, I’m not having this conversation with you.” She went around him, and he didn’t stop her.

“Yeah, fine. If you want to act like a slut, you can dress like one.”

There were not many people around to hear, and Dane didn’t shout it, but she suddenly felt a hundred invisible eyes on her all the same. Unthinking, she gripped the collar of her sweater dress and flushed. Her first instinct was to check the length of her skirt, and she flushed even harder, ashamed of her own weakness.

Her second instinct was to jump out of the way of class superstar Blossom Utonium, who’d been making her way down the hall with fire in her eyes.

“What did you just say?” Blossom confronted Dane, who immediately backed up…

…right into a T-posing Butch Jojo.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Dane whirled on Butch.

“The lady asked you a question, dude,” Butch said, still T-posing and taking up half the hallway.

So-eun was not the only person to wander over, curious about the confrontation unfolding at the Senior locker bank. From the moment So-eun stepped foot in these halls, she’d learned about the Powerpuff Girls, aka literal Superheroes walking among the mortals. Blossom and her Super sisters were known for interfering in fights and disagreements that got out of hand, since no one was going to go against a girl who could shatter your spine with a flick of her fingers. But Butch and his brothers tended to avoid getting involved in high school drama. So-eun had never even seen him more than twice since the school year started, and only then from afar. It was a big school, and he probably skipped more often than not. Not that she would know; she’d never exchanged more than a passing word with either of the Supers.

“All right, seriously. Get out of my way,” Dane said.

“Butch, don’t you dare. Not until he apologizes to So-eun.”

So-eun startled at all the attention on her. She didn’t think Blossom even knew her name. She was just the newest nobody on campus, one of a thousand students in the Senior class alone.

Dane seemed just as startled, and his gaze flickered to So-eun just staring openly over Blossom’s shoulder.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Blossom said. She had the audacity to snap her fingers in his face.

To Dane’s limited credit, it was easy to forget what Blossom was capable of when she came in such a pretty pink package and a mountain of red hair. “Take a number.”

He tried to get past Blossom this time, and she T-posed to match Butch behind him. The sight was so absurd that So-eun had to cover her mouth not to laugh at Dane whirling in between them like a confused dog confronted with stair guards on all sides.

“What is this?!”

“This is the part where you apologize for slut shaming So-eun,” Blossom said.

“Wow, that’s weak, bro,” Butch said.

“I didn’t!”

“Did that sound like an apology to you, Butch?”

“I think the fuck not.”

More students had gathered around to witness the bizarre turn of events, including Elmer. He casually slipped his hand into So-eun’s. “What’s going on?”

So-eun shook her head. “I think it might be justice.”

“I’m gonna be late for class, just—move!” Dane tried to duck under Butch’s arm, but he bent at the waist (still T-posing) and Dane only succeeded in smacking his head against Butch’s rock-hard tricep. He swore and ping-ponged back into Blossom, bounced off of her knee, and ended up on his ass on the floor.

“Butch, he’s fallen to the floor,” Blossom said.

“Should we help him up?”

“Unfortunately, we’re contractually unable to help unrepentant slut shamers.”

“So unfortunate!”

Dane, now red in the face and breathing hard from the stress, scrambled to his feet by himself. He frothed at the mouth. If Butch were anyone else, So-eun was one hundred percent sure he would have punched him. “Fuck you both.”

“Hey Blossom, is fuck you both Spanish for I’m sorry, you think?”

“I’m afraid it simply isn’t!”

“What a shame!”

The late bell rang, and Blossom didn’t so much as waver from her T-pose. She didn’t care that she’d be marked as tardy. She was not leaving until Dane apologized, and no one else was leaving until she did. Dane seemed to come to the same conclusion as So-eun.

“All right, Jesus Christ. I’m sorry, okay? Fuck.”

“I’m sorry for what?” Blossom swung open her T-pose and looked directly at So-eun, and so did everyone else.

Dane gnashed his teeth. He glanced around at all the other students watching him, recording everything on their phones, not a single person worried about the consequences of being late for class. Finally, he looked up at So-eun, and she squeezed Elmer’s hand harder. “I’m sorry…for slut shaming you.”

Butch whooped. “He did it!” He went in for a high-five with Blossom, and the smack sent a seismic ripple through the hall that rattled the lockers.

“He sure did! Give it up for Dane Blakely, everyone!” Blossom clapped, and others clapped with her. Soon the hall erupted into hoots and hollers of Congratulations! and You did it! as Dane stomped off even redder than before and people recorded his every humiliating moment on their phones.

Everyone dispersed soon after when some teachers came out into the hall to investigate the racket, and So-eun was one of them. When lunch rolled around and she looked around the cafeteria for Elmer, who’d promised to meet up, she found him waving from a table she’d never in her life have expected to sit at.

Bubbles scooted over to make room for So-eun in between Elmer and herself. “Hi, So-eun! We’re in the same block for History, right?”

“Um, yeah?” Of course So-eun knew that, but it was a big class and Bubbles was Bubbles and everyone knew her name like they didn’t know So-eun’s and this was just too weird.

On Bubbles’ other side was Boomer playing a game with Buttercup on someone’s cell phone, while Brick had his Beats on as he copied some of Blossom’s notes and ignored everybody. Blossom herself sat across from So-eun and smiled.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve properly met. I’m Blossom.” She actually held out her hand to shake as if she weren’t one of the few people every single person in school knew.

So-eun let out a squeak that must have passed for hi, because Blossom smiled wider and elbowed Butch next to her, who was busy shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“Mmph,” Butch said, waving to So-eun.

“I’m sorry…what’s happening?” So-eun asked.

“Halo Infinite is happening!” Mike Believe, Wes Goingon, and Kim Chan slid in around Brick and Blossom. “Todd got the advance copy and he’s hosting this weekend!”

Brick looked up from the notes for that one. “I call dibs.”

Bubbles giggled. “You get used to it,” she whispered to So-eun like they were old pals.

What was happening was that her sort of maybe new boyfriend, Elmer Sgloo, had neglected to mention that he’d been close friends with the literal Powerpuff Girls since kindergarten, and now they wanted to welcome So-eun into their extended circle. As in, the definitely not a bunch of losers circle because it was the honest to god Powerpuff Girls and that was kind of a lot for one seventeen-year-old nobody to wrap her head around.

“Oh shit, you guys are going viral! Check it out!” Buttercup passed Butch her phone, which played a video of Butch and Blossom T-posing for feminism. “Who even is that loser?”

“Some chode,” Butch said. “Bane, or something?”

“No one important,” Blossom said as she leaned on Butch’s shoulder to watch the video. “Right, So-eun?”

So-eun put her shoulders back and popped a tater tot into her mouth, feeling like a champion. “Not at all.”

xxx

If you enjoy my writing, check out more of my fics on AO3, link in my profile. I’m currently updating Trinity House and The Alchemy of Us. Thanks for reading!

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sortavibing · 4 years ago

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hello , i was wondering if it was possible to ask for a matchup! if so here’s all my info !!! sorry if this is really long :/ i feel so bad i literally wrote u an ESSAY. 😰

my name is lizelle, i don’t really have any nicknames except for zellie (but that’s reserved for specific childhood friends and family members). my pronouns are she/her and i am bisexual. my personality type is enfp-t. i love writing, i’ve been doing it since i was in elementary school. i’ve also been dancing for ,,, 12 years now i think (i’m 17 :)) i also love listening to music, i could sit and listen for hours. i value trust more than anything in a relationship, i also enjoy someone who has a good sense humor. like rolling on the floor laughing type beat :) i LOVE baking, i stress bake. i also love reading and watching tv (my favs are game of thrones atla and aot) . i hate seafood, absolutely despise it, honestly i’m basically a vegetarian lol. i’m pretty short standing @ 4’11. i’m black and i’m a lil bit pudgy but i’m learning to accept it. thick thighs save lives bb 😌 so do big titties but u aint hear that from me 👀 i am a very secretly insecure person. which means i tend not to bring up my insecurities unless absolutely necessary or they’re forced out of me but they are DEFINITELY there, you just gotta be a little patient. my stomach, boobs, thighs, hair, skin color. growing up in a white town did wonders for my confidence as a kid 🤩 . i definitely use humor and fake confidence as coping mechanisms if you couldn’t tell LOL. and i would say i am the funniest damn person i know, nobody compares. when i get really exited or passionate about something i could go on for literal HOURS and i’d talk to anyone who will listen. ANYWAYS

i would like a romantic relationship ship please and thank uuu! you are an angel for writing these 😌 again i apologize for the length but heres my fucking dissertation.

i don’t know how to add onto another request ,, but i really forgot to add my zodiac sign 😐 anyways, IM A GEMINI! have a beautiful rest of your day and i cannot thank you enough for these. godsend 🙏🏾

i hate this legitimately what is my god damn problem. my love language is touch and i am also obviously the most forgetful person ever. i promise i’m done now 🥺 i am so sorry my brain is like …evaporatorating or some shit. also i hope you are receiving these OMLLLL.

ack hello lizelle! thank you so much for requesting! you seem like such a sweet person, and no worries about the separate asks, i got all of them :) please the talent to be able to dance for 12 years- that’s so amazing! anyways, here’s your matchup!

generating matchup…

matchup: complete

i match you up with osamu!

what first drew osamu to you was just how pretty you were- like he saw you while he was walking to class and just had to do a double take because he was internally thinking “holy fuck i need to talk to her”. atsumu saw his awe struck face, and made fun of him for a solid 3 days, but he didn’t really care, because he just wants to get to know you.

he knows you are basically vegetarian, so he’ll surprise you at school with homemade vegetarian meals. he will always steal a little bit, because it looks so good, and he can’t resist, and you’ll pretend to get annoyed, but you still will let him take food every time. everyone on inarizaki is lowkey jealous of you because they want some of osamu’s cooking, but he only gives it to you.

on the weekends, you guys will bake together, and whatever you are making with him turns out super well, and you guys take so many pictures of the finished dessert. osamu loves to sample things while you guys are baking, so you always have to make sure he won’t eat all the ingredients before you finish. after you guys finish, atsumu will always try to take some, and if he tries, both of you literally attack him because no way in hell is atsumu going to get the first piece :)

he loves to listen to you talk, and you guys like to just vibe with each other, soft music playing, as you cuddle and he listens to whatever you want to rant about at the moment. sometimes he will put his opinion in, if you want him to, but he usually is just content to hear the sound of your voice, and learn more about you while you talk.

if you guys are taking a bus or subway, he will rest his hand on your thigh and trace circles on it, and pretend like he’s not doing anything, but you know he’s doing it just to get a reaction out of you. he will always subconsciously grab your hand if you guys are walking somewhere together, because he loves being around you, and lowkey showing everyone that you are his girlfriend.

osamu really likes to watch you dance, because he thinks you look like a true angel when you are dancing, and he’s just hypnotized by your graceful moves. the first time he went to one of your recitals, he was just amazed by your skill, and after it ended, he literally didn’t stop telling you how beautiful you were for a solid 30 minutes.

one weekend, you convinced him to binge alta with you, and he became lowkey obsessed. his favorite character was momo and the cabbage man, and whenever the cabbage man’s cart broke, he got lowkey annoyed and started insulting aang, which was really funny. his insta bio was #justiceforcabbageman for a solid week and you thought it was so cringey but cute at the same time, so you let it slide.

if you ever get insecure, he will be sure to shut it down quickly, because no one is going to slander his girlfriend, not even herself. osamu will immediately start telling you everything he likes about you (which is everything), and how lucky he is to be able to date someone as pretty, funny, and sweet as you are.

one of the first dates he took you on was a trip to a nearby city, where you guys spent the day just going to different small bakeries and trying the pastries, is arm around your shoulder or waist the entire time. the entire trip was so cute and aesthetic, and you both got so many ideas of what you wanted to make with each other next.

overall, you guys are such a cute couple, because it’s very obvious that both of you care for each other very much, though osamu tries (and fails) to be more lowkey about it. he is still surprised that you wanted to go without him, and he will do anything he can to keep you happy in your relationship.

i hope you enjoyed!

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hachewl · 4 years ago

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@veunso I’ve been trying to finish the NSFW part for weeks but I’m tired of thinking about this fic, lol

Ratings/Warnings: 18+. Not quite smut, but still NSFW.

"Is it Shadow or Shadows?" Levi asks.

You blink wearily, knowing he will elaborate on his own if given time. It only takes a few seconds.

"Because the canon is Shadow, singular, but on forums and stuff you see Shadows, plural, all of the time.” Any time Levi mentions an online forum or some kind of social media site, there's a rant on the way. “And if you think about it, Shadow implies governing over a singular shadow, and I can't decide which is lonelier... being surrounded by the shadows of everyone else or just your own.

“I mean, obviously being alone is lonely, but what if the Lord of Shadow governs all shadows, and all he does is compare the length of his to everyone else's. Metaphorically. And because the Lord of Shadow didn't have any real friends before he met Henry - "

"Levi?"

You can feel his chest heaving against your back as he sucks in a breath, worried you're going to call him annoying.

"Yes, MC?"

"You know I love you, right?"

His hair brushes your nose as he nods. It's a short nod, and now you have to figure out how to express that this isn't a good conversation to have when your brain literally feels like pudding after hours of studying magic with Solomon. And that's not even taking into account all of your other responsibilities – Asmodeus wouldn't agree to take over cooking duty for you tomorrow even if the world was ending.

If you don't, he'll close himself off, and you'll be back at square one – it's like talking to a wall when Leviathan's anxiety gets really bad, because of how much he struggles to see past it.

"Can you tell me about this in a few hours?" you ask. "When I'll be awake enough to remember this conversation happening?"

"Sure… Can I write it out in my DDD?” The device is already in his hand. He doesn't need to ask permission for this, but he wants some kind of confirmation that you're not going to think he's a loser. “So I can write it down before I forget what I was going to say?"

"Go ahead."

"Thanks, MC.” The walls of his bathtub easily keep the two of you pressed together. In close proximity like this, even the smallest movements, such as the ones he makes while playing with his DDD, echo off your body. “You're the best."

"You're such a good boy," you yawn sleepily.

All at once, Levi's squirming stops. It's not abnormal for him to spend hours fidgeting or repositioning himself, even with you laying next to him, but he doesn't normally freeze like this.

A second later, Levi rolls over as quickly as he can, but not before your brain registers why.

You hear a sharp intake of breath, almost a hiss, as Levi realizes what you've just felt. "I'm so sorry, so, so sorry!"

And so much for relaxing, you think, as you immediately roll over to pin him in place. With the lack of space in the tub, it's inevitable that you feel it again, and Levi hugs his DDD protectively against his chest. He stares at the porcelain wall closest to him, having forgotten how to blink, as you cage his body beneath your own.

"Why are you apologizing?"

It's just a boner. Although Levi is clearly mortified, you're aware that these things happen sometimes. It's not as though Levi can control it.

Instead of answering, Levi whimpers. And then he closes his eyes and looks as though he never wants to open them again. At this point, the most the two of you have done is talk about sex – he thinks he's been hiding the fact that he's inexperienced from you, too embarrassed to admit it, because he's a thousands of years old demon.

Yes or no questions are easiest for Levi, when he's in a state like this:

"Do you like being called my good boy?"

He nods.

"Do you want me to call you my good boy again?"

"P-please…" he moves again, starting to uncurl himself.

Levi's insecurity is no match for the bulge in his sweatpants. He somehow maneuvers onto his back and his hips rock against nothing, not quite closing the gap between you and him, and he squeaks in embarrassment at his own body's betrayal. A kiss to the corner of his eye is his reward.

“Want to reenact one of your TSL doujinshis?” you suggest. Levi makes a series of facial expressions, all of which demand some kind of explanation – you wish you could shrug as you say this, but... “You don't hide your porn very well,” you inform him.

The noise he makes this time is some kind of hybrid between a whimper and a groan.

“You know that doujinshi where Henry and the Lord of Shadow have to share a bed, because there's only one open room left at the crappy hotel they're staying in?”

You position your leg between Levi's own, and he's grinding sporadically into your thigh, eyes half-lidded, before you've even finished your thought. “Go on,” he mutters. He's trying so hard to hold himself back – he'll brush into you once, and then force himself to a jittery stop – and you have no idea why. The Lord of Shadow is always more needy and vocal in his fan comics. “Th-that's...”

“It's one of my favorites too,” you inform him. “When the Lord of Shadow wakes up with morning wood and Henry offers to help him out? That reminds me of this – ”

And that's what finally gets him to moan.

Levi is just as vocal as you'd thought he would be, and that's not a bad thing. It's fun trying to catch the sounds leaving his mouth on your tongue.

"Th-thought you wanted to rest," he pants, after you finally pull away.

“But we haven't gotten to the good part yet.”

#shall we date: obey me #obey me leviathan #my writing #gift/request fic

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nxctiphany · 4 years ago

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HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED: It really depends. Sometimes I’m incredibly fast and others I’m very slow. I’ve been faster lately, but that’s only because I’m ‘on-loan’ to a different department at my job currently which gives me more time to write at work (oops) and because I’ve been struggling to work up the motivation to sew over the past few months. Typically, I’m not as speedy as I have been. I tend to queue things (and I run my bigger multi exclusively on a queue, I’m working on getting this blog mainly queue-based as well) so I don’t get overwhelmed or so I don’t reply to things too quickly.

REPLIES: I try my best to always respond to what’s given and add something to move the thread along/to give someone something to reply to. Sometimes I worry I don’t give enough for people to respond to and then I end up just adding more. I write a lot. It does make me nervous at times (pretty much always), but I swore I would stop apologizing for the length of my replies (because honestly, if you’re following me you can clearly see how much I write on average and should be prepared for it), so I won’t. I just get excited/into what I’m doing and that’s why I end up writing a lot. Writing a lot is just me having fun/enjoying myself because I just don’t shut up haha. I don’t expect anyone to match my length. I’m really and truly not bothered if you don’t. I’m not trying to compete or anything, I’m just having fun in my little corner.

STARTERS: I do starter calls every so often! I’ve written a few open starters here and there, as well. I try to like starter/inbox calls when I see them on the dash unless I have a decent number of drafts at the time I see them. I do get nervous specifying muses, but I’m trying to get better at it. I’m also okay with writing starters as well. It really doesn’t bother me if someone comes to plot with me and then asks me to make the starter if it makes sense in the context of the plot. You did me the favor of reaching out, so I don’t mind making the starter. I go get a bit bummed when I write starters for people that go unanswered (because I am a slow writer even if I reply quickly - some days it can take me hours to write a single starter so it’s sad when it goes to waste). I won’t be offended if I write you a starter that doesn’t work and you want me to change something.

INBOX: I love doing memes or random asks! I feel like they make for interesting interactions! I love it when people turn meme replies into threads (so never be afraid to)! I know ask formatting works again, but I like answering asks in posts since I feel like it makes it easier for people to respond to them and turn them into threads that way. So, yeah, never be afraid to send in memes or asks! If a meme is still on my blog, you’re free to send it in any point in time. I try to send memes to those I’m interacting with as well! I’d really like to get better about sending them to people I don’t actively write with, but my anxiety is really bad I won’t lie.

SELECTIVITY: I don’t really know? If someone seems nice, I’ll follow them? I don’t care if I know the muse or fandom, but if you seem nice and I like your writing, I’ll probably follow you? To be honest, I’m a very, very nervous person so I do struggle to follow people first. I might see someone interacting with a mutual several times before I work up the nerve to follow them. I’m very sorry, my anxiety has always been bad, but it’s gotten worse these past few months. Sometimes I’m able to go on random follow sprees others I just stare longingly at blogs I want to follow haha (heck, this often applies to mutuals with more than one blog where I’m afraid I’ll annoy you if I follow you on your other blogs and that is dumb, I know, and I’m sorry).

WISHLIST: I have one here, but it’s old and need to be updated. I also really enjoy the Otome game style thing I have going on with a few of you that’s described here. I’m almost always open to AUs or plotting or just writing a partner’s wishlist item out with them. Odds are if there’s something you want to write, I’m willing to give it a shot!

HONEST NOTE: I’ve stressed this so much already, but I am a very nervous person and I have a very bad anxiety. Some days it’s worse than others, but I try my best! It can take me a long time to get truly comfortable around someone OOC (but I do prefer to speak to my partners ooc as we’re writing because it makes a bit less nervous). I know I can come off as really stiff and formal and I try not to, I’m just nervous and I don’t want to be a bother but I’d like to think I’m a pretty friendly person! I also have ADHD so I’m sometimes afraid I can be a bit much for people at times and other times I need a break (I cannot for the life of me talk ooc and write replies at the same time I am so sorry). I tend to use exclamation points a lot ooc (because I’m afraid I don’t someone will think I’m upset or something) until I’m comfy enough to just cease using punctuation ooc unless needed haha (also why I almost always use haha at fist instead of things like lol because I’m nervous, I’ll use chatspeak ooc when I’m comfy, as well). I’m always so very grateful for the people who are willing to write with me or reach out to me and everyone on my dash. I love seeing all of you around and reading about your muses even if we don’t interact. All of you are fantastic, and I hope you know you’re great!

TAGGED BY: No one! I stole it :3!

#| ☩ Out of Time (OOC) ☩ |#| ☩ Blood in the water ☩ (dash memes) |#{ this can be summed up as hi I'm nervous and I'm sorry egdyegsyfgy }

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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The time in Summervale: 2

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy, fluff, angst

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), ruthy (maid), jakob (duke of linwyn), christopher (prince of linwyn)

Words: 3,560

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents?

Authors Note: sorry if i havent posted in a while or posted this in a while ive just been very busy but im glad i found the time to write this cuz this is like my bby. i worked hard on this idea and the writing. i love how this is going the pace and everything lol this reminds me of the choice game. i hope u guys like this and im sorry if this sucks as always i got my inspiration from this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles

“Come again I think I misheard you.” You gulped as you wish this was a nightmare and soon you would wake up.

“I think you heard me right. Today you are meeting your future husband. Prince Jakob, Duke of Linwyn. You met him before.”

“When? Wait that doesn’t even matter-”

“When you were about six years of age. I understand that was when you were a very young girl but you and him played for ages and you both looked so lovely together. This has been my dream ever since that day.”

“It may be your dream but not mine,” you muttered under your breath.

“Oh well please do speak up y/n you know I hate the mumbling.”

“I don’t even remember him! You never even asked me if this is what I wanted. Never got my input on the matter.”

“That is where you are wrong. I did too ask you. A few months ago during dinner I had asked you about him and you seemed to agree to the marriage.”

“Blast my stupid mind. Why must I always day dream?” You probably were thinking about inventions at the time of this conversation and did not remember it.

“Besides it is not your decision whether you marry or not and to whom you marry. It is your parents. That is how me and your father came together. It was an arranged marriage but as you can see me and your father are very happy and we love each other.”

“You two were the lucky ones. I know how this ends mother, and it is heart ache and despair. It is pain and sorrow. To put two people together that know nothing about each other is wrong. It will end in failure.”

“That is why your job as a woman and future wife is to make sure this marriage stays in place and lasts. You do what it takes.”

“So if this marriage fails it is my fault? And the whole world sees it that way?” You were flabbergasted to hear such horrid rules as a woman in royalty.

“Please sit my dear.” You did as your mother said and sat back in your vanity chair. “I know you are frightened as I was too but when you meet him you are going to never be apart. He is a good man and I know he is going to love you unconditionally.”

You felt like weeping right there. You didn’t want a husband. Maybe later but not in the prime of your life. You were still deciding on what purpose do you have in this life. It was too much. Your lips quivered, “mother I don’t want to get married. I do not know this person can’t you understand my side and let me choose who I want. Can’t you wait and let it be my decision. Please.”

Athela kissed your cheek, “I’m sorry but what’s done cannot be undone. He will be here any minute so please get ready. Ruthy make sure you cover those scars on her face, they are very ugly. Y/n, why have you not been using the creams I have given you?”

A tear fell down your cheek, you felt miserable. “I am not sure mother.” Your voice came out almost like a whisper.

“Well make sure you use it 3 times a day now that Prince Jakob is coming, we do not want him running away now.” She chuckled as she left your room.

You were used to this treatment and feeling unloved. You kept things bottled up inside never letting it spill. Your emotions were always hidden. You built a dam for your tears.

“My apologies your grace,” Ruthy said.

“I tried my hardest and did not succeed. That will forever be my greatest regret.” You stared at your reflection, hating what you saw. You were starting to feel disgust when you looked at your scars and bumps that littered your face. Not only that but you were hating what you were. You were being forced into something you did not want to do. You were letting yourself be dragged into this mess and you didn’t even put up a fight. This is your life, you were going to be stuck with a stranger for the rest of your life and there was nothing you could do. You - like many other times - hated your name and the royalty and wished it would all disappear.

“Why don’t I run you a bath? Maybe that will relax you a little,” Ruthy suggested.

As she was finished with that you got undressed and stepped inside. Goosebumps ghosted up your thighs, your stomach, breasts and arms. Even though you did enjoy a good bath it still didn’t make things any better. You sank yourself into the water, forgetting - just for a second - about all your worries. Ruthy washed out your hair and assisted you in getting dried. Again you sat on the vanity chair and Ruthy put powder all over your face adding extra to make sure everything was covered like your mother said. Your skin looked flawless and although you wished you looked like that it was not the truth.

“Now what to do with this hair?” Ruthy thought for a moment then snapped her fingers. “I have just the thing.” She brought back a diamond clip to scrunch up your hair. She put your hair up. Trying to cover the fact that a piece of your hair was shorter than the rest. “There we go. Good as new.”

“It looks beautiful Ruthy. Thank you.” You had wished Ruthy was doing your hair for maybe a cake ball or a convention about flowers but instead this was for meeting your future husband.

“Now, this is the dress her royal highness wanted you to wear.” Ruthy picked up a voluptuous dress that laid on your bed. It was silky and the color of baby pink. To your mother it was angelic, to you it was ghastly.

“Oh dear what an ugly looking dress.”

“Your Grace, maybe you should give it a try. Everything on you looks beautiful even if it is ugly.”

“Thank you Ruthy, you always know what to say about a terrible situation.” With the help of Ruthy you managed to slip the dress on. Everything was tight and in place. It looked as if you were to be married today.

You heard trotting of a horse and carriage nearby and you looked out your window. “Here they are.” You said in a monotone voice not even a little excited about your demise.

“Oh alright now remember your Grace to stand straight with your head held high! This is your moment to shine. You are going to remember this for the rest of your days!” Ruthy panicked but you can tell she was ecstatic for you. It seemed like this was for her rather than you. “Let us go!”

Ruthy walked out the room in a haste while you paused to take a look at your mixer on your desk. “You could of been my ticket out...”

“Y/n! Y/n! Where are you?” Edward, your father called out. His head looking every which way.

“I’m here father.” You walked behind Ruthy to finally greet your parents after the morning fiasco.

“Look at you my dear angel. How is your hair?”

“Well the mixer took one piece away but the rest is there.”

“Oh look at her Edward doesn’t she just look like a gem,” your mother gasped in awe. “I knew this dress would be perfect for this occasion.”

“I am very happy you all are having fun,” you said sarcastically.

“Aw cheer up dear,” Edward rubbed your cheek. “I hear this lad is very smart and a charmer. All the ladies fall for him.”

You rolled your eyes as the servants opened the door to your residence. It moved slowly because of its length. It was an enormous door that when closed sounded like thunder. It was a cream color with gold engraved in it. The large door opened and your parents walked with you in the middle.

“Smile or else,” Athela gritted through her teeth. She along with your father wore big smiles. You faked yours. Seeing the norm in this facade.

You all stood by the carriage awaiting.

“Are they ever going to come out?” You whispered in turn getting a slap on your arm from your mother.

The valet hopped out of the carriage and held onto the door but first he had to announce them. “Prince Jakob, Duke of Linwyn.” The valet opened the door and out came a tall, young man with brown hair. He came out of the carriage, buttoned his coat and looked up into your eyes. His eyes were light and looked so young and full of life. His lips were full as they formed into a smile. He had these boyish charms and a look of innocence yet sexuality. He was handsome! You were a bit taken back.

“See I told you he was cute,” Athela chuckled.

“Christopher Friss, Prince of Linwyn.”

“His father? I did not know his father was coming here too.”

“Of course. He needs to see if you are a good match for his son. Besides we have been friends with him forever.” Athela nodded her head forward.

Out came this taller man that was thicker in size. His hand that grasped onto the size of the carriage was big and had veins that were visible from working hard. His clothing style was impeccable. His hair was a light blonde but also with a hint of salt and pepper colors, slicked back and in a pony tail. His neck was thick like bark and his face was obviously older than his son. His strong, brown eyes looked at you and you were blown away. You could barely breathe and you didn’t know if this was from your corset or how he was looking at you. Your eyes widened and your lips were parted. You were bashful at seeing how handsome this man was. In that moment you wondered what his lips would feel like since you never kissed any one before. You were so innocent compared to him. He looked like he had been through war, he’s been through life, through the challenges. His tall body loomed over his son and the rest. You pushed back your hair as it became very hot in that moment. The Prince smiled as well. It was like floating on a cloud but then reality was setting in and you hated this moment. Your smile died and became a frown. In no way did you want this!

“Welcome, welcome old friends! You remember me and my wife?” Edward pointed to his wife. Jakob and Christopher greeted Athela. “And here is my daughter, Princess y/n, Duchess of Summervale.”

You took a step forward. “Hello your Grace, your Royal Highness. Please forgive me that I do not remember a lot of you two, but I hope we can make fond memories here.”

Jakob took a bow and kissed your hand, “pleasure to meet you after so long.”

“Welcome.”

Next came Christopher, the father. He was a tower compared to you. You had to look up to meet his eyes. Christopher took a bow and kissed your hand. It sent sparks coursing through your veins. He looked like a beast amongst you. You on the other hand looked like a little, fragile bird. You curtsied. “My, you have grown y/n.”

“Hopefully better but who knows,” you giggled at your own joke knowing you were much more prettier in the youth than now.

Christopher smiled, “you have grown into a beautiful young lady. Thank you for letting us into your home.”

You bit your lip as your eyes met the floor, too shy to greet his. He noticed this and his smile grew wider to something sincere.

“It is a great honor to have you here, Sir,” your voice sounded like a song to Christopher’s ears. A spark was sent off within him as well hearing you call him sir. It was your duty and his title but coming from you meant more to him. The time away from your mother and father was getting to become too long and the quiet seconds went away silent and very awkward.

“Y/n?” Your mother, Athela, called.

“Yes mother,” you twirled back to your place beside your two strict parents.

“Sweetheart,” Athela’s eyes kept going back and forth between Christopher’s, Jakob’s, and Edward’s. “Address our guests.”

Your father, Edward, grumbled, “yes, yes, yes. Please let us have lunch in the dining room.”

“We would gladly love that,” Jakob grinned whilst looking at you.

Athela made you stand by Jakob so you two lingered behind the group while the ‘adults’ talked.

“My, it really is a great pleasure to meet you after all these years.”

“Please Jakob my name is not my its y/n. Do remember who you are going to have lunch with,” you joked. Sending him into a fit of laughter.

“You have not changed one bit.”

“Sh*t! Do I still look like a 5 year old?”

Jakob’s eyes widened with you cursing. It was not in a duchess nature to curse.

“Please do not tell my mother, she would practically kill me.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

What you didn’t notice though was the way Christopher lit up with hearing you curse.

“I’m glad we have many days to be together. I want to know all about you.” Jakob played nervously with his fingers.

“I do not think so.”

“Of course I do. I want to know your hobbies. What makes you smile? What’s your favorite book? I want to know everything about you, I mean you are to be my wife. We should know our deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Oh dear you are not going to be amused with my answers. I am really normal and plain once you scrub off the whole duchess thing.” You passed the huge statue of your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather, phew. Passed the many, wide stairs that led to all the different types of rooms. Passed by the ginormous chandelier that looked like you grasped onto stars from the sky and planted them in your house. And walked onto the soft, dark red carpet leading into the dining room.

Jakob sat beside you while Christopher sat in front of you and your mother sat beside you while your father sat beside Christopher. He gave you a half smile as you sat. You were too busy looking at his perfect, handsome complexion you knocked the cup of water that was left for you. The coldness dripped down your dress and soaked it. You tried your napkin but it was soaked as well. Athela rolled her eyes at your clumsiness. You were terribly embarrassed!

“Here let me help you with that,” Jakob picked up your drenched napkin and started dabbing away at your dress. No one has touched you there before. Your face was becoming hot. You looked to see Christopher walking to the situation, angrily snatching the wet napkin from his son and giving you his dry, napkin.

“What was that about? I was only trying to help.”

Christopher glared at his son and with a low voice said, “you don’t ever touch her like that without her permission. She is a lady, you show her respect.”

You kept quiet and pretended you didn’t hear a thing. “Thank you,” you whispered to both men. Christopher handed you sweetly his cup of water.

“I am very sorry, your Royal Highness.” Edward said. “My daughter is very clumsy. Why this morning she was trying to-”

“Bread!” You yelled.

Everyone looked at you oddly but you were trying to dodge the morning fiasco.

People were eating, talking, getting down to business but all you wanted to do was think of a new invention. There has to be something out there that you could invent that could change someone’s life.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart,” Athela snapped her fingers to disrupt your day dreaming. “Tell them that one time you matched your best friend and that handsome very tall prince together. You were a match maker.”

“That was only one time mother. They were all over each other even before I suggested the thought of them being together.”

“But you still purposed it. Our daughter loves that stuff. Loves love and romance and marriage.”

You felt like shouting and disagreeing with your mother but what was done was done. You didn’t understand love since you didn’t truly feel it and you for one did not want to get married.

“Don’t you dear?”

You nodded as you played with your food.

“Tell them what you like, my love,” Athela tapped your shoulder.

With excitement running through your veins you almost squealed at that question, “oh where do I start! I love inven-”

Athela stomped on your toes and frowned at you. She hated when you talked about your love for inventing. She thought it was a waste of time and very unattractive.

Christopher looked worried as he knitted his brows.

“I love...makeup and beauty. My hobbies are shopping and buying,” you said with a drag.

“Oh my dear y/n you are just a doll,” Athela tapped your chin to sit up straight so as not to have a double chin.

“Jakob why don’t you tell duchess y/n about your love for traveling?” Christopher said while dabbing his mouth.

Jakob sipped his tea, “yes, indeed. My hobbies are traveling. I love going to different places, its like going to new worlds. Its so unique and inspiring others cultures.”

Your eyes lit up hearing his adventurous life style, wishing it was you. “Really? I never knew this. Where have you been?”

“I’ve been to Africa, China and many more. Every place I’ve been to has been so beautiful.”

“Wow.” You leaned your head against your palm. “What a life. I wish I could go.”

“Oh don’t be silly dear those places are so far away from here why would you want to leave?” Your mother wiped her mouth like a lady.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you one day,” Jakob whispered as he winked.

“And what about you, Sir. What do you like to do?” You raised your brow, asking Christopher.

“Me? I did not know you would be interested to know about an old man like me.”

“I want to know the most about both of you. You are our guest.”

“Well I enjoy books. I have a whole collection of books in my library.”

“Wait? You have a library? How big?” You were like a child in a candy shop.

“Bigger than a ship,” Christopher motioned closer to you.

“Oh my. Who is your favorite author?”

“Terry P. Whilliams, he wrote-”

“The Way of the World. I enjoyed the book so much and he is one of my favorite authors. He is just so-”

“Real.”

“And very truthful.” You clutched your dress.

“He wrote that passage that said how the sun and moon cannot live without each other. Without the sun there is no light, no morning. Without the moon there is no darkness, no night. He compared humans to that. Humans cannot live without each other. Humans love.”

You held your breath. Yes you read the passage but hearing it come out of his mouth made it so much more dramatic and moving. “Yes, I do remember that.”

Jakob scoffed, “boring! Sorry my father is such a bore.”

“Oh no he is very not that. I am a reader as well. I love reading about everything.”

“Remember what I told you,” Athela gritted through her teeth.

Christopher saw that and saw how sad your whole demeanor became. Your smile faded as well as your enthusiasm and you pardoned yourself quietly.

“I am excited for today’s masquerade ball. I haven’t been to one in a while and I feel as if I do need to let off some steam and enjoy the ambiance of,” Jakob inhaled, “my people.”

He was a party animal. Liked the setting, drinking, the ladies why of course, that was every young, single, mans dream and happy place. To you though it made you less attracted to him. You were an outsider, anti-social. Somebody who chose the comforts of her sad, pampered room rather than dance the night away with people who didn’t care about her.

“I’m glad, my dear.” Athela ate a piece of her salad. “You deserve it. Besides it is for you and y/n.”

“May I ask who will be attending?”

“A couple of y/n’s friends. Jamila-”

“Jamila will be going?” You asked.

Your mother nodded.

You wanted to shoot up from your seat. Jamila Hassan, Princess of Saad. She was your best friend. She was the only person you felt that understood you. She was like a sister to you.

“And also Lilo, Meera-”

You groaned hearing Meera. She was royal, snotty and spoiled. She loathed your guts. She was a hypocrite, and a liar. She was a terrible person. “Why mother-” You said no more when your mother glared at you again for what felt like the 50th time that evening. This ball was going to be way harder than you ever imagined.

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writingloveandaffection · 6 years ago

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(1/3) I’d like TF Prime matchup with the mechs please! I’m a 4’11” INTP Libra gal who loves to read and write (especially poetry), draw, watch the sunset and stargaze, and sing and dance and play music on the guitar. My favorite color is blue, fave season is autumn, and my fave pastime is spending time with those I love. I’d say I’m pretty friendly, giving and optimistic to a fault, and I have the tendency to be a doormat and let people walk all over me to get what they want (combined with the

(2/3) fact that I’m a people-pleaser doesn’t do me well all the time). I always hope for the best in people, but when someone wrongs me enough times I write them off completely. I fall in love too easily most of the time, but I’m used to people not being interested in me back so if someone flirts with me it usually just goes completely over my head. I’m insecure about my worth and whether people actually like me for who I am, and I need assurance a lot of the time (especially if I’m hormonal). I

(3/3) like being alone and having time to myself, but I don’t like being lonely. I thrive on affection of any kind. I always try to be there for my friends and offer support in any way I can, though I’m oblivious to a lot of things and am forgetful. I worry about those I care about and can be kind of motherly if someone’s hurt or not feeling good. (I don’t know if this makes a difference or not but if I couldn’t be with them romantically I’d love to settle being close friends with Optimus,

(3/3+1) Ratchet, and Smokescreen!) Thank you in advance if you fill this ask, and apologies that it got so long lol.

Don’t worry about the length. The more the better! I hope you like it!

I match you with Smokescreen!

You and Smokescreen would compliment each other very well. While you’re somewhat similar in a few aspects, there are others in which one of you would have to pick up the slack.

You would both be equally oblivious when it comes to each other’s feelings towards the other, so it would take a while for either of you to admit anything. In the end, once you both realize you share those feelings, there’s no stopping the two of you.

It’s pretty obvious that Smokescreen can be decently reckless at times, so whenever he tries to rush into anything, you would be there to reign him in a little. You’re the only one he would ever really listen as far as being the voice of reason goes. He wouldn’t let you talk him out of anything completely, but he would pay close attention to any advice or alternatives you were to give him.

With you, Smokescreen would be overly supportive and a little protective. If anyone ever tried to treat you unfairly or push you around, he would be there in any way he could to make sure they backed off. He loves to hear you sing, and he loves dancing with you (even if he looks a little silly).

Stargazing with you would be the best part of Smokescreen’s day. He would point out constellations, make up new ones, and tell you all about the stars he used to look at back on Cybertron.

Even being as enthusiastic as he is, Smokescreen still knows when to give you your space and when to smother you with love. Most of all, he can tell when you need support the most and exactly how to be there for you. As caring as you are, he recognizes that, sometimes, you could use someone worrying over you, too. He tries to constantly show how much he cares about you, but if you ever seem a little off, he’ll be extremely vocal about it and shower you with as much affection as you need.

#tfp imagine #transformers prime imagine #transformers prime #tfp #tfp headcanons #tfp smokescreen #tfp smokescreen headcanons #matchup #tfp matchup #Anonymous #matchups are a tad harder than i thought so i hope im doing well

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crazylivingx · 6 years ago

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me expressing my love for love yourself: answer

it’s only been 3 days into 2019 and i’ve been emo about love yourself: answer because i recently bought the album in korea and their lyricism makes me want to cry pls ignore this if you don’t wanna read about my feelings towards the solo songs released throughout the love yourself era because the pure genius and passion put into this project is truly astounding yalls pls love yourselves this is also really personal you’ve been warned (also apologies if i’ve made any grammatical errors lmao)

*i’m going by the ly: answer sequence

(as im writing this in my language and literature class my lecturer goes “my daughter loves bts” and cue my friend and i shouting the member’s names to guess his daughter’s bias and its jhope like wow we stan a jhope stan he said she thinks he “has such a blinding smile’ and thats honestly the biggest mood)

euphoria

this song is innocent af when i first heard it i knew it was a bopping bop the synths in the chorus can kick me to switzerland i barely even remember what the video was about all i remember is jungkook and that yellow jacket lmao his vocal runs when he sings “won’t you please stay in dreams” is just heavenly it honestly feels like i’m floating through the clouds with this song this song can convert people who don’t like good songs with synths bet i can’t imagine anyone other than jungkook singing this song tbh if you get an s.o. i hope you experience this song

favourite line (i know it’s not a singular line pls bear with me):

You’re the sun that rose again in my life

A reincarnation of my childhood dreams

I don’t know what these emotions are

Am I still dreaming?

This dream is a blue mirage in the desert

A priori deep inside of me

I’m so happy, I can’t breathe

My surroundings are getting more and more transparent

I hear the far-away ocean

Across the dream, over the horizon

I’m going to the place that’s getting clearer

Take my hands now

You are the cause of my euphoria

trivia 起 just dance

this whole song shows how much jhope loves dancing and it’s so sweet??? wanting to dance with your partner under the moonlight and slowly falling in love???? the song just screams jhope especially with the chorus you can just imAGiNe him dancing like he has no bones because he DoeSn’T,,,, it has a synthetic feel but it also feels really passionate and human like jhope can #getit we stan a multitalented man the lyrics in this song is probably the lightest but it’s still fun and easy to understand and listen to

favourite line (yea i know it’s like an entire verse but i love their lyrics okay):

In my muddy life

You were like a single stem flower

Even this suffocating studio

If we’re together, turns into paradise

My dreams that once had no answer

Now becomes something we can relate to

Because our rhythm is matching

Because we have our dance, it’s a fate-like beat

serendipity

i remember covering my screams when the mv for this song came out before dna was released and my mom instantly knew what was up lmao this song was kind of my style of music with the #chillvibes it gave out but the chill-ness of the song didn’t make forgettable i’ve played this song in the car before and now my dad can recognize it lol even khalid liked it you go you funky little chimchim,,, i never really paid attention to the lyrics in this song but it sounds really innocent and possessive at the same time lmao i’ll give bts the benefit of the doubt (i also prefer the short version over the full length version don’t kill me)

favourite line (at least these are lines. i know i said line not lines let me live):

As much as my heart flutters, I’m worried

Destiny is jealous of us

Since the creation of the universe

Everything was destined

Just let me love you

trivia 承 love

this song man. namjoon. the piano chords in the beginning is what gives me life. the moment i heard them i instantly knew this was going to be a fave. i love the slight discordance no matter what i will instantly start bopping to it because it’s such a bop that you HAVE to bop along with it. rm loves wordplay in his lyrics, and when it crosses with his intellect something beautiful emerges. this song feels like a flower i love the melody of chords like the chords sold me immediately. and then after i was sold the lyrics stabbed me. there is no escape.

favourite line (god where do i begin):

I live so I love

I'm just a human, human, human (the ㅁ in 사람 saram which means human)

You erode all my corners

And make me into love, love, love (becomes ㅇin 사랑 sarang which means love)

We're humans, humans, humans

In that myriad of straight lines

My love, love, love

When you sit on top of it and you become my heart (if the ㅇ the word 사랑 is squished, it’ll look like a heart ♡)

You make I to an O

I to an O

Because of you

I know why human (saram) and love (sarang) sound similar

You make live to a love

Live to a love

Because of you

I know why a person should live by love

It's a long way from I to U

Fuck, JKLMNOPQRST

I crossed all the letters and I reached you

(i really suggest going to genius’s website to fully understand the song if you want to)

singularity

kim taehyung better square up because i would buy burger king and fight him in the parking lot because he stole my toenail,,,, bighit released this song while i was in hell aka university and bOY was i hshshshhshdhdh <— thats the best way i can describe my feelings,,, like he made my tears flow upwards or something the music video was aMAZING and i was shooketh ihatehimsmjkidontbutyouknowwhatimean back to the song - serendipity was also pretty chill but in a darker way and i love it as well. to me the lyrics mirror fake love because it portrays how walking on thin ice feels and how you’ll lose your own voice just to suffer to make sure the person you love will continue loving you (the lyrics are also really slow so it made it easy for me to read the lyrics in karaoke lmao) singularity was a goddamn package for me the mv, the performance and v himself just hshshshshs when i listen to this song i feel like i’m lying down on a giant leaf floating on a clear pond watching a dim but twinkling meteor shower with giant water flowers surrounding me and fireflies are swaying along with wisps of smoke and this is getting too long winded i’ll stop here as i’m writing this i just remembered namjoon wrote this song in one shot after having surgery what a mans

favourite line (its long but it doesn’t feel complete if i break it up):

A thick ice has formed

In the dream I shortly went into

My agonizing phantom pain is still the same

Have I lost myself

Or have I gained you

I suddenly run to the lake

There’s my face in it

Please don’t say anything

Reach my hand out to cover the mouth

But in the end, spring will come someday

The ice will melt and flow away

Tell me if my voice isn’t real

trivia 轉 seesaw

oh boy. suga. min yoongi. this has been said before but the use of seesaw as a metaphor for a dying/toxic relationship is truly artistic and clever. the way he describes it in his lyrics creates a really clear picture of what’s happening. how if one person gets off a seesaw the other will get hurt as they’ll start to fall to the ground, how neither wants to get off because they know they’ll hurt whoever’s on the other side, and how staying or leaving this “repeated seesaw game” will hurt the both of them no matter what choice they choose. i’ll let the lyrics speak for themselves. (suga singing and dancing was also a pleasant surprise i fell on the floor)

favourite line (get ready i’m about to put like 80% of the song in here the lyrics is a masterpiece):

Repeated seesaw game

I'm tired of this

Repeated seesaw game

We're getting tired of each other

Were the petty arguments the start?

The moment I became heavier than you

Because there's never been parallels in the first place

Maybe I became more greedy and tried to fit in with you

Is there really a need to keep repeating ourselves

Saying this was love and this is love?

They're tired of each other, they seem to hold the same hand

People can be so crafty

They know they’ll get hurt if one person is missing

Because we don't want to be the villains

In the midst of a series of vague responsibilities

And we get so tired or if that we finally became parallel

But we didn’t want this kind of parallel

At first, we showed off who was heavier

We'd brag and smile

Now we're trying to beat each other

We're in a competition

The fire of a quarrel

It’ll only end if someone gets off right here

We’re acting like we’re comforting each other

But it’s mixed with thorns

Can’t keep doing this, we need to make a decision

(Hol' up Hol' up) I walk on this seesaw without you

(Hol' up Hol' up) Just like the beginning when you weren't here

(Hol' up Hol' up) I walk on this seesaw without you

(Hol' up Hol' up) I'm getting off this seesaw without you

(like trivia 承 love, you can read more about the song on genius’s website)

epiphany

stream epiphany. our boy kim seokjin’s vocals have truly improved huh. this to me felt like a response to awake (you can fLY JIN) and i applaud bighit for giving him this song. he finally gets the recognition and lines he deserves smh. you really feel like a proud parent when you watch the fancams throughout the love yourself tour and hear how his voice improves after each performance. the song is also kind of the ‘final act’ to all the solos in ly: answer and they finally get to spread their message of “its hard to love yourself, but that’s why you should so you can love others as well”. after becoming the shell of what you once were, the only way you can fill it up again is to love yourself, and that’s my pov of the whole point of the song. i’m gonna be honest i wasn’t really into this song in the beginning but i started to fall in love with it after a few listens (i listened to it sm that when i was downloading the ly: answer album i forgot to add epiphany cause i was streaming it LMAO)

favourite line (i know they’re verses as well hshdhds):

I’m the one I should love in this world

Shining me, precious soul of mine

I finally realized so I love me

Not so perfect but so beautiful

I'm the one I should love

I may be a bit blunt, I may lack some things

I may not have that shy glow around me

But this is me

My arms, my legs, my heart, my soul

bonus song - answer: love myself

doing a pewdiepie and adding a bonus song lmao my first listen of this song was in my friend’s house and we had the lyrics on and let me tell you the moment we read the lyrics we wanted to hug bts because it was so soft and it was so uwu we were so ready to love ourselves lol yes it sounds like a church song but like epiphany i learned to love it too this was also my first song of 2019 so if you decide to, please listen to it with an open heart

favourite line (hey look actual lines this time yes lines not line):

Maybe I fell in order to take the place of those countless stars

The target of thousands of bright arrows is me alone

Why do you keep trying to hide under your mask?

Even all the scars from your mistakes make up your constellation

that’s all from me bye sorry for the long post

bighit pls hire me as an album promoter

#bts #love yourself answer #ly answer #love yourself #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #beyond the scenes #as im typing the tags my lecturer is saying stop looking down on yourself its a sign guys #i feel really preachy rn but whatever #i should probably be listening to my lecture #but i kinda had fun writing this

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mikumanogi-blog · 4 years ago

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20217-03-29 “When you wish upon a star” Kubo Shiori Blog #9

At night I slept with the curtain open about 10 centimeters, when I woke up I was able tell from the amount of light how long I slept. When you wake up to twinkling lights you know that day is going to be a good day.

Hello everyone, thank you for your continuous hard work. I’m Kubo Shiori, it’s a pleasure to meet you!

My make up is different from the usual!! It has a little bit of a mature feel to it～

Well, it’s been a while since I wrote last! Today’s blog is going to be long but please come with me on this journey (´･_･`)

Nogizaka46’s 17th single is now on sale! I wonder if you’ve watched my individual PV yet…? Here’s something I’m only going to tell to those that watched it “First off, let’s pretend to film it like it was practice” and so after the briefing sessions for my ‘Principle’ practice was over we shot it in the same outfit.

Yes, just like that that’s what we used. I was shocked, but even being able to use my stage outfit for the shoot made me happy!!! Thank you so much Koroyasu Yusuke. Please check out everyone else’s PVs too!! They have singing, acting, blushing.

I’m going to talk about something that’s been bothering me recently. I love yogurt and if I don’t have any in the fridge I can’t settle down. Lately, I have been enjoying crushed soybeans with my yogurt. Everyone please give it a try!!! I can’t hold back my appetite~

After that, watching sports has become a part of my daily routine. Watching Koshien (Japanese high school baseball championship), watching soccer, it’s so cool watching people do their best. I believe I also need to do my best. The more I watch the braver I become.

Oh yeah! Speaking of which I took a two person selfie!!! Here you go!

Ayatii and me!

Because Ayatii was sleeping I took the picture, I’m really happy with the way it turned out. Ayatii looks adorable here.

Moving on to today’s Q&A !!!

· What is something you do every day without fail?

Everyday, without fail, I eat delicious food and read magazines. More recently I’ve doing things using a pen and paper.

· What sport do you watch the most?

Honestly, I watch a bit of everything! During the Olympics I watch almost all of it!! But the sports I watch the most are probably baseball, soccer and volleyball. By the way, I’m an expert at watching all sports.

· What’s something you want to do in the spring?

I want to walk along the riverbank, while enjoying the cherry blossoms. I want to feel spring through the music I listen too. Does anyone have any recommendations for spring songs? I suddenly want to listen to ‘Harujion ga sakukoro’, it’s the embodiment of spring.

Today is Fukagawa Mai’s birthday. Happy birthday!! One of the unforgettable moments I had at the 5th Year Anniversary Birthday Live was being able to sing ‘tsuyogaru tsubomi’ and ‘Harujion ga sakukoro’.

· If your mind goes blank during a handshake, do you have a set phrase prepared?

Hmm~…(´･_･`)。。。

How about…do you want to rock, paper, scissors? If I win you need to come again, If I lose, we keep doing it till I win, if it’s a draw then let’s discuss what to do! In other words…something along those lines

(´･_･`) (I apologize for sounding condescending)

I’m going to end the Q&A here for this blog! As always…I’m a little bit sorry…

The other day I had the opportunity to observe the Tokyo Girl’s Collection. The Nogizaka senior members and all the models were shining so brightly upon that stage. I thought to myself, I want to be like that one day… and in order for me to be like that I need to have an extraordinary work ethic. From that day onward I started working on various things. I keep chanting to myself “If you say it’s impossible it will be, but if you don’t then what is possible is defined by you.”

Next, on the previous blog I wrote about the fact that I had a ‘enjoyable photoshoot’ and so I’ll talk about that here and now. Other than the time I was picked for the special award during the final audition my first solo gravure photoshoot was for Young Jump. Thank you very much. I am truly overjoyed…I faced this photoshoot knowing that I couldn’t let this chance go to waste and after seeing the final product I was on the verge of tears. I’m delighted, I really hope that everyone can see it. There are shot of me with my casual facial expressions, having fun and even a mature version of me. I want to show off to everyone the different aspects of myself.

After we finished the shoot the cameraman, the hairstylist, the make up artist, the manager, the staff and everybody else said “That was really good!!!” It made me delighted to hear everyone involved say things like that. Only a little bit more and I’ll start to like photoshoots. I would love to hear everyone’s thoughts and opinions about the shoot so please check it out!

One thing that has annoyed me was the burn that I talked about in a previous blog. Truthfully speaking, I am a deplorable person for not being able to attend photoshoots in my best possible condition, even though I knew I needed to. (My burn has healed now though!) I am very grateful to have been given an opportunity to do this photoshoot.

I’ll upload some behind the scenes pictures on my next blog! Hurry up and be tomorrow already! It would be great if everyone picked up a copy. Even though I’ve grown just a teensy bit please continue to watch over me. One more time…Please keep an eye on me!!!! I’ll be in your care!

I have some announcements to make.

(currently on sale)

3.15 EX Taishu (EX大衆2017年4月号)

3.21 Overture san

3.24 B.L.T san (B.L.T 2017年5月号乃木坂版)

3.27 weekly playboy san

(Coming soon)

3.30 Weekly young jump (通巻1819号)

-> It’s a solo photo shoot! Comes out tomorrow! Center gravure.

3.31 BUBKA san (ブブカ2017年5月号)

4.8 UTB+san (2017年5月号 UTB+ 37)

4.10 Marquee san (MARQUEE Vol. 120)

4.21 Flash Special san (Flash スペシャルグラビア BEST GW号 2017年5月 30日号)

4.22 Brody san (ブロディ　2017年6月号)

I’ll be in your care.

I am so grateful for being able to be in so many magazines. (´･_･`)

To be able to give everyone more content I’m going to hang in there are do my very best, I’ll work so hard that the words ‘do your best’ won’t even be able to express how hard I’m working.

Floooofffyyyyy〜

This picture is in my usual clothes. I don’t have a lot of clothes and so I mix and match however at the handshake events I’ll be wearing my normal clothes, I’m excited but also nervous (´･_･`) I should answer everyone’s clothing requestions, so please send me more requests!!

That’s right! The handshake event isn’t far off now 〜

April first is the National handshake event in Osaka. I’ll be waiting in lane number 21. I’ll be paired with Mukai Hazuki! I dare say this is going to be a fun lane 〜!! I’m really looking forward to it! Everyone let’s have fun!

Speaking of the handshake event, you’re welcome to leave comments in the comments section like “My name is ___ I’ll be going on ___date during ___time slot!” I’ll be in your care (´･_･`)

In the previous blog I received a lot of comments, thank you very much. While reading the comments I noticed that somebody wrote “Because this is only one blog out of dozen I don’t know what to write in the comments!” Reading this comment made me happy and I thought to myself “I’m in the same boat as everyone else”. On top of that for this one blog I think very hard about what’s enjoyable and what I want to tell everyone. I’m honestly overjoyed, thank very much.

Another comment I saw was “I’m sorry for the late comment”. Please don’t worry about it, it’s not a problem, I’m thankful that you wrote to me. (´･_･`) I read all of the comments. I also receive comments saying things like “I just finished my shift” Thank you so much for commenting on my blog while being so tired from work. (´･_･`)

There have also been comments where people have said “I’m sorry for the long comment” You write a lot too! You’re just like me! LOL

I’m so delighted that you took time out of your day to write me a long comment… Every single comment, regardless of length, you spend your time and energy to write to me. That makes every comment important and that’s why I make sure to read them all. Thank you so very much.

(I just accidently did a second Q&A)

I’m sorry for writing another long blog (´･_･`)

Ahhhh once I finished writing this, there will be a gap before my next blog… I’m always like this. The first thing I say right after entering a place such as an amusement park is, “I don’t want to go hoooome 〜” Not being able to enjoy the time I had is one of my faults (´･_･`)

Even though there is a gap between blogs, I have decided that I’ll use that time to write a blog that readers can read over and over without getting bored of it.

Alright! I am really looking forward to meeting everyone! I’ll be in your care!

I’ll write again soon.

Kubo Shiori

There is no significance in doing something just once, but there is significance in doing something repeatedly. Unfortunately, that’s the hardest thing to do. That’s why we need to go out there and just do it. There’s no way we can stop here. One more time, just…one… more… but even still I can’t end it after just once more time, I need to keep going. Just wait and see.

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iamverysmall-andihavenomoney · 4 years ago

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hello lovely🥺💓 please don’t worry about it, it hasn’t been that long! and even if it was, it wouldn’t be a problem💖

omg okay I read it and I’m just??? so in love omg all my fave babies were there and it was so fluffy and sweet and really really made my day 100x better I swear,,, like genuinely, something happened earlier that brought down my mood for the rest of the day, and all I really wanted was a hug and to be told that it’s okay but we’re in the middle of a pandemic, so coming home to see your sweet message and the cutest flipping post really made me happy and safe and loved💓💓 that was lowkey an accidental ramble I’m sorry🥺 but! all this goes to let you know that your work is vvv much appreciated and is 110% making other people’s days better💖💖

also yes they’d be the softest like,, lowkey brainrot time but imagine going out to eat w the team after winning an important match (nationals, regular season, or after timeskip, going out to eat w the newly appointed olympics japan team!!) and it’s like this super cozy hole in the wall type shop whose tables/booths weren’t designed to fit a whole team of men’s volleyball players (they aren’t exactly twigs you know) so y’all are a little squished and the boys notice that and move you to sit in their lap to “give you more room, sweetheart” and! it may or may not be due to ulterior motives (I imagine that either they’re jealous that one of their team members is squished in next to you too, they weren’t jealous but they noticed that you were uncomfortable not having that much room around you, or they just wanted to cuddle with you and couldn’t wait to get back home lol) and I just!!! quality time and physical touch?? really are a couple of my love languages hehe but it actually makes me so soft omg it’s the cutest thing (but tbh lap sitting in general makes me !!! bc idk I just feel like it’s so intimate?? and cute and honestly, just fits my love languages) (okay but wait, lap sitting while they’re gaming also makes my heart go !!) but yes hi sorry for the vvv long ramble please feel free to ignore it LOL

you’re such an sweetheart, I swear 🥺💓 it’s so nice having someone tell me that haha but I honestly have no one to blame but myself for my workload (it’s all things I enjoy, only working with a team can be kind of difficult,, a lot of the times)

and nonono you are def the angel!! you bless the world with your beautiful writing and amazing characterizations and your own fantastic self💖💖 thank you for the reminders lovely, and the same goes to you🥰 please make sure you eat a happy food, drink enough water, and get a sufficient amount of sleep (if not more😌)

take care of yourself angel, and stay safe! I hope you had a lovely day and will have an even lovelier day tomorrow💓💓and I love receiving your messages no matter what length, so don’t apologize babe💖 (I just realized that this message is,,, really long, so I’m sorry about that lovely🥺)

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Hi there, sweetheart! 🤍 You’re so sweet! 🥺 Thank you for excusing my horrible response time! 😅🙈

You had a bad day 🥺👀 I’m sorry, baby! If you need to talk about it, I’m right here! But I’m so glad that it made you feel safe and happy! That’s what I’m here for, sweets! And it’s okay, ramble all you want! I’m happy to listen, anytime! 💕 Really though, I’m glad it made your day better. Never be afraid to let me know if you’re having/had a rough day. I have a few comfort drafts that I have yet to publish that I wouldn’t mind publishing, if you needed them! 🤍

Oh my — YES. No lie brainrot time, doubled. Riding on the bus with the team (because the team has just accepted you as a major part of -player’s- success) and they pull you into their lap and take over a row of seats with you. Or, them showing you off to the team/introducing you to the team for the first time, and they end up getting jealous, because someone started flirting with their S/O (most likely just to annoy them). Or, the boys notice your stressed because of work/school, and come up behind you, while you’re sitting, massaging your shoulders, before eventually just taking you to get your comfort food, then taking you to eat it in bed/couch, and just doting on you for every little thing. Or with an S/O who’s been touch starved, who they’re helping slowly get used to it and it ends up being their love language. Sorry, I started rambling too. You gave me so many ideas for comfort drabbles, no lie 🥰 Don’t ever apologize for rambling, though. We love all rambling/brainrot here.

Thank you sweets, but I’m just telling you the truth. A lot of people will say otherwise, but at the end of the day, you should treat your mental health the same way you treat your physical health (or at least the way you should 😤): with the utmost importance and care. I’m glad you enjoy doing it all, but still don’t get stressed out, alright?

🙈 Thats so sweet of you to say. But it’s the least I can do �� We’re just gonna have to agree to disagree, because you’re easily the angel 😤 And but of course. I’ll attempt, promise. But really, don’t forget to get some water, something to eat, and a reasonable amount of sleep. Or more, cause sleep is great. 😅 Remember though, myself, and the Haikyū!! boys are all proud of you for simply getting up and smiling today, along with everything else you’ve accomplished.

You take care yourself, alright, sweetheart! I don’t wanna stop hearing from you, so stay safe and healthy! I love reading your messages as well! Don’t ever worry about length, it wasn’t too long, at all! 💕

#saffron answers #🤍.suna #🤍.anons #☁️.anon

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A Head, A Heart, & A Movie {Biadore} Chapter 1 -C*NT

A/N: I want to apologize to all of the mobile readers because this is a 7.5k monstrosity. But on the other hand, I know you guys love the long chapters so I hope you all like this! Sorry it’s been so long since I updated last, I’ve had a battle with writers block and it was winning for quite some time. For those who are just tuning in, this is the sequel story to A Head, A Heart, & A Crown, so it’s set in the same universe. Of course, this AU is about Bianca and Adore begining to film Hurricane Bianca 2, but there is going to be a more established side of Witney for this one(is it really one of my fics if there isnt a side of Witney?) as well. TW for alcohol, a panic attack and weed. And as always, a tad bit of angst. Enjoy!! 💕 PS: If I ever write a short A/N, something is seriously wrong lol.

After an unfortunate flight delay from New York, one lost bag, and an incredibly sleepless night, they had finally made it to Austin, Texas for Hurricane Bianca 2.

It was already a warm day for January, 70 degrees at 9 am. It wasn’t an unusual weather pattern for the south, but it was quite a jump from the 40 degree chill that New York City was currently experiencing. Adore began to feel sticky in the humidity the minute she stepped out of the car as Bianca’s fitted blazer clung to her arms uncomfortably.

Bianca had been smarter: she checked the weather, and had made sure to wear a knee length sundress and lightweight cardigan. Unfortunately, Adore’s role required a more business like approach, so she had no choice but to wear thicker garments. B had given her the thinnest blazer she could find as an effort to help combat the bipolar weather of the south, and hoped Adore wouldn’t drench it in sweat. Especially since they were filming in HD.

They had managed to rent out an adult continuing education school for a couple of days to film some of the classroom scenes, which was way more realistic than doing it in front of a green screen on a Hollywood set. It felt more authentic to Bianca, thus making it easier to get into character

“How are you feeling?” Bianca asked, peering at Adore curiously through her heavily lashed eyelids.

They stepped through the maroon double doors of the school, feeling instant relief as the air conditioner hit their skin. For being an adult school, Bianca was surprised at how well kept it was. It was huge, first of all. There was a large stadium in the back, and the hallways were long and wide. She smirked to herself and thought, that’s what she said. It really was the perfect place for the movie.

Today was their first day on set of Hurricane Bianca 2, and Miss Del Rio would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous about it. She knew Adore had a little bit of acting experience, but never performed in an actual movie setting before other than on drag race. Which she was fabulous on.

Well, in the last acting challenge of the season anyway.

“I’m great!” Adore bubbled nervously, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her finger.

Adore definitely wasn’t great. Her wig was sticking to her forehead from the humidity, her palms were clammy from nerves, and she had only gotten 2 hours of sleep last night. She had spent the better part of yesterday going over lines on the plane, trying her hardest to drill them into her head. This wasn’t drag race, she couldn’t charm her way through the movie if she didn’t know her lines. She was already feeling like a catastrophe and she hadn’t even uttered her first line.

“You’re doing it again.” Bianca warned, eyeing Adore closely. She had been running her hands through her hair all morning long, which B learned a long time ago was a nervous habit of hers. When she was anxious, Adore was more susceptible to crumbling under the slightest bit of pressure, even if she knew what she was doing. She was easy to psych herself out, which B didn’t understand because she was so talented. She just needed the confidence to go behind it. B was worried about her performance later today, to say the very least.

“Ugh, you know my every weakness!” Adore exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. The last thing she wanted was for Bianca to worry about her today.

Twirling her hair around her fingers was one of many signature nervous habits.

And Adore was incredibly nervous.

This was her first major role on screen since drag race, and it was in Bianca’s movie. She knew she couldn’t possibly afford to fuck it up, and was well aware that she’d be compared to Bianca every second she was on set.

Bianca would work on something until she got the job done, no matter how long that took. Adore on the other hand, could only do so much before she began to fade or lose passion. Whenever she lost passion, she lost interest because she found no point in continuing if she wasn’t giving it her all. She was the type of person that needed to step away from a project and come back to it later.

Their work ethics were quite different, but what worked for Bianca was too intense for Adore, and vice versa. Adore was scheduled on a really intense filming schedule, since she had such a big role - she had been cast as Miss Del Rio’s student teacher who was in almost all of the scenes. She knew it was going to be really challenging for her, but for the time being, Adore didn’t have much of a choice. She would have to do her best to work through the long hours and the many lines of script. All while impressing her peers, and not pissing off Bianca herself.

“You got this, it’ll be okay.” Bianca encouraged warmly, noticing the unusual quiet atmosphere between the two of them. Their heels were clicking together in unison as they walked down the school hallways. Adore found comfort in their walk together, and smiled to herself as she looked down at their coordinated heels: both were wearing modest looking black pumps. The matching shoes had been Adore’s idea, and she didn’t expect B to agree to it - though she was thrilled when she did.

Adore nodded silently as they made their way towards the classroom. It was weird seeing so many cameras inside of a school. Camera men were everywhere, rushing back and forth to get supplies and other equipment ready for the first scene.

They came to a hault in front of the burgundy classroom door, both of them staring nervously at the bright gold star stuck to the center of it that was labeled “Room 5, Miss Del Rio’s Room.” This was it. The begining to their very crazy first day of filming.

Adore reached for the door handle but was stopped abruptly.

“Hey, hang on a second.” Bianca murmured, gently grabbing Adore’s hand.

“What is it?” Adore asked confused. She knew she had been very quiet, but that was mostly because she was running through her lines in her head over and over again. She was just trying to get the right characterization down, which was proving to be more challenging than what she realized.

“Listen, you’re going to be great.” Bianca soothed, stroking Adore’s cheek gently. She swore she melted underneath her warm hands every time. She smiled as Bianca cupped her cheek and pecked it softly. “Please don’t worry. It’s okay to mess up. Nobody is perfect. You should’ve seen me on the set of the first movie, I didn’t know shit!”

Adore smiled at Bianca’s valiant efforts at comforting her in her time of need. She couldn’t imagine Bianca ever truly fucking up at anything, especially since she was such a seasoned performer. In her mind, it was completely unrealistic to even imagine such a thing. But what Bianca was trying to tell her was exactly what she needed to hear, despite it not really breaking down the voice inside her head telling her otherwise.

“Thanks B.” Adore smiled weakly, putting on her best game face.

As soon as they opened the door to the room, they were swarmed by a whirlwind of crew members. People were speaking into walkie talkies, taking notes, and re-arranging cast members. Bianca was immediately surrounded by a swarm of people asking her questions, powdering her face and meticulously checking every single angle of her outfit.

There were already extras waiting on set, sitting down neatly at the schoolroom desks and off to the side of the classroom. The front of the room had a blackboard, podium and teachers desk. It looked just like any real classroom would look.

When the crew was satisfied with Bianca’s appearance, they moved quickly over to Adore. One woman blotted her nose and forehead, while another person removed the lipstick print from her cheek swiftly with a makeup wipe. Bianca had left it no earlier then 2 minutes ago, and just like that it was gone. She was stunned, the crew had combs, wipes, makeup brushes all within reach. Her long blonde waves were combed out a little more by a shy looking intern. When she was satisfied with the way that it looked, she sprayed her vigorously with a can of hairspray. A cloud of product surrounded her, and Adore swore they used at least half of the bottle on her.

“Jeez get the hair, not the actress!” A nearby camera man howled as he saw Adore squint her eyes shut.

“You’re unlockable. It’s not fair.” The intern, who Adore learned was named Mary, muttered. Adore chuckled and thanked her, mentally noting that she already liked the girl.

“Places everyone! Let’s start with Miss Del Rio.” Matt called. The crew shuffled Adore out of the camera’s view and off to the side.

Bianca cleared her throat nervously and looked directly into the camera. She had done this a million times over, but yet felt a little anxious with Adore watching her on the side of the room. She didn’t want to let her down, or make her feel like she had lost her spark.

She smoothed down her white cardigan, and straightened out her paisley print dress. They had gotten a few of the student actors back from the last movie, including her favorite student “Bathmat.” She smirked at her as she spotted her near the back wall of the classroom. The whole bathmat bit from the first movie had been improv on her part, probably her most favorite improvisation she had ever done.

Action!” Matt shouted.

“Guess who’s back? That’s right children, I’m here to actually teach you something this year.” She smiled for the camera and paused dramatically. She slammed her fist down on her podium, startling the students. “You. Yeah, I’m talking to you Bathmat!” Bianca yelled, going deeper into her dialogue as she continued to pick on the girl.

Adore watched in wonder as she breezed through her lines. It was like Bianca had a switch that she would turn on everytime she got in front of a camera. She would go from a normal human being to Bianca Del Rio, one of the only queens that could read you to filth within seconds of meeting you. It was amazing to watch.

“I hate her.”

Adore turned around and noticed Willam had arrived to the set. A day early, Adore realized grimly.

“Why?” Adore asked, making sure she didn’t seem too uninterested in the conversation. She really couldn’t care less about who he hated, but Willam and his antics truly scared her. He was so honest, and always made her feel incredibly stupid whenever they got into debates about current events. She would rather be short with him then spend all of her free time arguing.

“She’s a natural actor, and it’s not fair. I saw her shoot pretty much half of the first movie in just one take. Do you know how fucking rare that is?” Willam hissed into Adore’s ear, trying to talk low so the camera’s wouldn’t pick up the sound.

“You’re telling me.” Adore muttered, now even more nervous than before. Bianca had conveniently failed to mention that part earlier. She had made it seem like she had fucked up a ton when they were talking about the first one on the plane. But seeing that she was clearly over exaggerating to make her feel better, just made her feel even more nervous. She was going to look like a moron if she messed up.

“And cut! Fantastic. Let’s clear the set and prep for Miss Delano’s debut!”

“Fuck me gently!” Adore groaned, but soft enough so only Willam heard. She didn’t wanna seem ungrateful for the opportunity because this whole experience was a huge deal. But at the same time she was terrified.

“Are you nervous?” Willam asked bewildered.

“Of course I am. This is Bianca’s fucking movie.” Adore exclaimed.

“Bitch we were all nervous. We all thought she was gonna kill us every time we fucked up. Every time we’d fuck up, she would give us the worst look ever. I mean, seriously if looks could kill: we all would have died. Then, whenever we were done filming for the day she’d read us all to filth afterwards. But since it’s you, she’ll probably just shove her dick down your throat a few more times than normal and call it a punishment.” Willam shrugged.

Great, like that was going to make her feel better.

Adore heard a loud roar of laughter, and realized that Bianca must have heard the tail end of their conversation. She smirked as she heard B’s signature laugh ring throughout the set, making her chuckle along with her.

“I’m going to shove my foot up your ass if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Bianca exclaimed in between cackles.

“The old man has supersonic hearing.” Willam said annoyed.

“Yeah and you have a thing for imported skinny blonde twinks. Your point?” Bianca cocked her head, grinning at Willam knowingly.

Adore grinned amused at her other half. Bianca winked at her before she turned her attention to one of the crewmembers.

Bianca was talking about Courtney of course. Willam and Courtney had this weird on again, off again fling going on. Sometimes they’d be together, sometimes they wouldn’t. Adore had learned to stop asking about it after awhile, but she knew they made each other happy and they would always made it work when they wanted it to. But when they were on good terms, they also kept their relationship under wraps; probably because they couldn’t stay serious.

However, for the time being they had had some sort of falling out again- usually it was because Willam was a bit of a whore, but Adore was never sure.

Flustered from Bianca’s comment, and now beet red, Willam excused himself to get a glass of water.

“Okay Adore, you’re up.” Matt, the director called.

Adore gulped, feeling the butterflies in her stomach resurface as she was escorted to the front of the classroom. She was suddenly feeling really hot again.

“Okay Adore, do you remember your lines?” Mary asked.

“Yeah totes. I got this!” Adore exclaimed.

“Great! So I’ll count it down then.” Matt said.

Bianca shared a look with her, trying to read her emotions to see if she really ‘had it’. Oddly enough, she couldn’t really tell how she was feeling. Adore looked at peace, despite being a nervous wreck earlier.

“3, 2, 1 and action!”

“Hi, Miss Del Rio?” Adore entered the room, doing her best to look intimidated.

Bianca’s lips twitched up ever so slightly. Adore was starting out strong, already fitting the part as the incredibly hot student teacher. It reminded her of the beginning of a cheesy porno, where the hot girl teases the teacher and acts innocently before they fucked. Before Bianca lost it and ruined the scene for the both of them, she did her best to correct herself, making sure that she was giving Adore the meanest mug of her life.

“Who the fuck are you?” Bianca snapped, making sure to scan Adore’s outfit with disgust. Adore was dressed very much out of character, in a small knee length plaid pencil skirt and black blazer. She was holding a binder and a clipboard as well, and had a small black satchel wrapped around her body.

“I’m your new student teacher!” Adore exclaimed excitedly.

“You must have the wrong classroom sweetie. I don’t do student teachers.” Bianca sneered putting air quotes around student teachers.

“Well…” Adore trailed off.

Fuck. Her line. What was her next line?

There was an awkward pause. Bianca froze as she began to see Adore’s mask come off. She looked petrified. She had forgotton her line.

Ugh, she had told her she needed to go over her lines more.

“Line?” Adore asked meekly.

“Cut!” Matt called. “Can we get Adore her line?”

“ ‘Well, you don’t have to do me Miss Del Rio, but you can give me a task to help the students with.’”Mary read from the script.

“Oh okay!” Adore said, running the lines through her head a couple more times.

Bianca waited patiently as Adore mouthed the lines quickly over and over again.

“It’s okay Adore. You’re doing good so far.” Bianca encouraged.

“I’m ready.” Adore announced.

“Great.” Matt said monotonically. “Action.”

“Well, you don’t have to do me Miss Del Rio, but you can at least give me a task to help the students with.” Adore snapped back bitchily.

Just a minor setback: you got this, Adore thought.

“Miss Delano was it?” Bianca asked sweetly, stepping towards her. Her heels clicked ominously against the tile as she approached the young girl. She stopped, standing only inches away from her. She glared at her through her heavily lined eyes, making sure she had her attention.

“Y-yes.” Adore stammered.

“First of all, your skirt doesn’t match your outfit. Secondly, this is my classroom which means it’s my rules. If you want any chance at doing anything successfully as a teacher, you will listen to me. Understood?” Bianca spat, lips only inches away from hers now. She did her best to glare deeply into the younger queen’s eyes, resisting the urge to kiss her plump, pink lips.

Adore was so shocked by how well Bianca just acted that she erupted into nervous laughter. First it started out as a giggle, then it turned into a long roar. The laugh went on for a few minutes, varying from cackling to pure hysteria.

The room was silent as Adore laughed loudly to herself. If you dropped a pin on the floor, you would probably be able to hear it from the parking lot.

Bianca froze, her heart pounding nervously as she scanned the room. The classroom shared the same look of confusion and being absolutely mortified at the same time. She was afraid to even look at Matt, hoping that he wouldn’t be getting too frustrated with Adore. This was only the second time she had messed up, but she had already been somewhat unprofessional on set.

Bianca didn’t know what had come over her, maybe it was the nerves; but she could not stop laughing for whatever reason. She began fidgeting nervously with her rings, twisting and turning as she pretended to disappear. She sent up a silent prayer, hoping Matt wouldn’t yell at Adore.

Get it together Adore, Adore thought to herself.

Adore was trying her hardest to hold it together and calm down, and finally got herself down to a giggle when she looked around the room.

Matt, the director, didn’t look the slightest bit amused. The crew was silent, they all looked incredibly uncomfortable - some even looked afraid by the sudden outburst.

Then she looked up at Bianca, who looked horrified. Adore felt her heart stop as she saw how grim Bianca looked. Her lips were pursed tightly together as she had her arms crossed in front of her.

Fuck.

She was fucking up her movie.

Everything that Adore had reassured Bianca wouldn’t happen, was happening, She wanted to he professional for her, and make the role work for her. She wished she could just erase what had happened just now, but alas it happened. Now Bianca probably thought she didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, and most likely had zero confidence in her ability to act professional.

She didn’t want to look like a failure to her.

She felt her chest tightening and tears start to sting her eyes as they threatened to come out. Her heart ached, she felt like shit.

She was humiliated.

She felt like she was going to have a panic attack.

Everyone in the room was staring at her, waiting for her to explain herself.

Adore felt her chest tightening as she tried to figure out what to say. She was finding it harder to breathe in the tense atmosphere. She saw two makeup artists share a look and Adore realized something. They were all thinking that the rumors that they had heard about her were true. That she was lazy, unprepared, and unprofessional. It was written all over their faces.

“I, um. I need a minute.” Adore gasped, turning away from Bianca and running out of the room.

Bianca looked after her with wide eyes as the door slammed shut behind her. What the fuck just happened?

“It’s a good thing she’s charismatic.” Willam mumbled, leaning against the far wall of the classroom. He was happy he wasn’t the center of attention for the time being.

“Shut the fuck up Willam.” Bianca snapped irritated. His commentary was underappreciated, and Bianca was one snarky comment away from punching him in the face.

“Can you go and talk to her? We’re on a pretty tight schedule.” Matt asked annoyed, examining his clipboard.

“Certainly. I sincerely apologize.” Bianca said, rushing out of the classroom.

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Adore was standing in the unisex bathroom, trying to get her breathing under control,

She had to go back in there.

Why was she like this?

She looked at herself in the mirror as she wondered.

What made her act like this?

She sighed as she turned on the water faucet, splashing water on her cheeks where the mascara had run. She had been crying from the second she ran out of the room and hadn’t stopped. Her eyes stung from the mascara irritating her tear ducts.

“Why can’t I be more like her?” Adore asked herself, thinking about Bianca and her strong work ethic. Why couldn’t she be mature enough to handle a serious gig? She sighed to herself, feeling a breakdown coming as she dried her hands with a papertowel.

“You can.”

Adore jumped at the unexpected voice. Startled, she turned around and saw Bianca staring at her sadly.

“When did you get here?” Adore frowned, even more embarrassed now than before.

“About a minute ago.” Bianca answered, as she leaned against one of the bathroom stalls. “Nice to know these are just as disgusting as how I remembered them.”

Adore giggled softly, but then stopped when she looked in the mirror at her. Bianca looked visibly upset. It wasnt often B let her guard down enough for you to actually read her real emotions, but she could tell she was disappointed in her.

“Look, B I’m really sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You were just so impressive, and I knew you were amazing but I guess I never realized how incredible of an actor you really are. When we were doing that scene, you just blew me away and I guess I just didn’t know how else to react.” Adore confessed.

“Adore, this is a serious job. This isn’t a gig at a club or a concert.” Bianca started. “I didn’t expect you to memorize all of your lines, but I did expect you to act professional.”

“You’re saying a concert isn’t a serious job?” Adore raised her voice annoyed, bypassing the second half of what Bianca had said to her. What, so now her work wasn’t valid?

Bianca had instantly regretted her words the minute they left her lips. She sighed frustrated.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Bianca groaned.

“Do you realize I perform live in front of an audience of at least a couple thousand people now? I have to train my voice vigorously and follow a strict diet. I have to eat foods that nourish my vocal chords at least once a day, otherwise my performance is altered. I practice singing every single day. Somedays I can hardly even speak, you of all people should know that.” Adore snapped.

“Adore, your work is valid. I know what you do is hard. What I was trying to say, was that being in a movie is a different kind of hard. One that you aren’t necessarily used to. Not even well trained actors are used to this-”

“I’m not stupid. I don’t have to be a well trained actor to do well in your movie Roy.” Adore spat. She was angry now. B clearly thought that she was a complete idiot, and didn’t understand how being part of a film worked at all. Yes it was foreign to her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t acclimate to it.

Bianca felt her throat close as Adore’s blue eyes pierced hers angrily. She really didn’t mean to upset her, she was just trying to explain the difference to her. She thought maybe it would help calm her down enough to go back to the set.

Clearly, that wasn’t happening now.

“Well, you’re obviously in the wrong state of mind to continue filming today. I’ll go tell Matt-”

“No. We’re fucking finishing this today. I’m not a diva that has a meltdown and just walks off when shit hits the fan.” Adore interrupted, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll meet you back on set. We’ve already lost enough time.”

Adore stormed out of the bathroom and left a very confused yet stunned Bianca in her dust.

I’ll show her, Adore thought.

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“Action.” Matt called wearily, noticing the tense atmosphere between the two of them.

Bianca and Adore had resumed their positions in the scene. The tension between them was very thick, the rest of the cast could tell something had happened between the two of them once they had returned. Usually Bianca would tease the other crew members and joke around with everyone, but instead she stood rigidly as they touched up her hair and makeup. The room had been unusually quiet, until they had begun the scene again anyway.

“My skirt may not match my outfit, but at least I know how to apply makeup for daytime. Have you ever heard of a color other than black?” Adore grimaced, gesturing to Bianca’s heavy eyeshadow.

The two had no problem going through the rest of their lines, especially since the scripted exchange was negative. Adore felt like she wasn’t even acting anymore, she was allowing herself to truly be a bitch to Bianca.

So this is what it felt like to get into character, Adore thought.

Bianca was impressed. Adore had whizzed through the rest of her lines in one take, which was the exact opposite of what she had expected from her, especially after her mini meltdown. They had bounced lines off of each other seamlessly, proving that they worked very well together.

“Cut. Your guys’s chemistry is…incredible.” Matt said stunned. “Adore, I am pretty impressed with you. One meltdown isn’t bad at all for your first day.”

Bianca felt relieved to hear Matt say that. She knew from the past that he had a bit of a short fuse, so knowing that Adore’s performance had impressed him was a relief. During the first movie, he had fired 5 actors for forgetting their lines on the third try. He was a hardcore director, but he knew how to get the job done, which Bianca respected.

“Thanks man!” Adore said excitedly. “I’m not a trained actor, but I know how to spit my lines.”

Bianca swore Adore gave her side eye as she spoke to Matt. She groaned internally as she realized Adore was still pissed off at her for their conversation earlier.

She would never hear the end of this. Not until the end of time. Adore truly proved her wrong.

“Wow, looks like your girl is just as good of an actor as you are.” Willam commented.

“Of course she is. Did you really ever doubt her?” Bianca asked.

“No, but you did.” Adore hissed, walking past Bianca swiftly as she exited the classroom. She let the door shut loudly behind her, and Willam visibly winced.

“Out of all of the people that could’ve been in the dog house today, I truly did not expect it to be you Del Rio.” Willam mused.

“Willam, why the fuck are you here?” Bianca changed the subject annoyed.

“I had a gig in Austin last night and decided to come join the party.” Willam smirked, throwing his arm around Bianca’s shoulder as they left the room. “Besides, I need to pick your brain about Court.”

Bianca groaned as they walked out of the school and into the parking lot of the school. The last thing she wanted to do was to even try to begin to understand the fucking relationship between the two of them.

“Can we do that later? I have some damage control to take care of.” Bianca questioned.

“Sure. Meet me at the bar down the street later.” Willam called.

“Not likely.” Bianca grumbled as she power walked to her rental car. The kinds of bars Willam liked were not her cup of tea. She would make him go to a bar she preferred; if she even met up with him at all. She was expecting to see Adore waiting by the car, but was surprised when she realized she was nowhere in sight.

Was she really that extra that she would take a fucking Lyft back to the hotel? Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she looked down just in time.

Adore:I took a Lyft. I’ll meet you at the hotel later.

Bianca sighed heavily. This was the first time she had really fucked up since they had gotten together. She really didn’t mean to upset Adore, but the situation had escalated so fast she didn’t know how to stop it from snowballing further.

Maybe Adore just needed time to cool off, she thought. She exited out of their conversation, and began to type a new message. It had been quite a rough first day, so she decided maybe she would take Willam up on that drink after all.

BDR:Meet me at the bar on 2nd street in an hour.

Willam:What happened to defusing the bomb?

BDR:I’ll tell you when I see you.

She shoved the phone back into her purse, and got into her car.

She didn’t know what haf d came over her, but since Court wasn’t here, she had no other option but to vent to Willam about all of this. Hopefully he would actually give a shit about her problems, and not make it about himself.

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After de-dragging and slathering his face in expensive moisturizer, Roy left the empty hotel room and ended up at a very modern looking bar with an already very buzzed Willam. He idly wondered where Adore had gone off to, but he pushed the thought away as he listened to Willam vent.

“So I told her, it’s either me or the dating show. And she chose the dating show! Like, I understand that she wants to stay relevant and meet new people but seriously? I have to see her instagram live go off every few hours, and it’s her with all of these different men. They’re all gorgeous too. It fucking sucks.” Willam complained, taking a sip of his cocktail.

Roy knew that Courtney had an odd obsession with staying in the public eye, but he didn’t think Willam was telling the whole story. Courtney wouldn’t just go on a dating show out of the blue like that. Especially since he knew how Court felt about Willam. She wouldn’t give that up for no reason.

“And you swear you did nothing to push her towards that decision?�� Roy queried, scrolling through Courtney’s instagram. Her whole page was full of content from the new reality show. There were videos of her dancing with very attractive men, selfies, and pictures from a wild party that she had thrown in Austrailia.

“I swear!” Willam yelled, a bit too passionately. The bartender jumped, turned around and gave Willam the side eye before she continued mixing a drink for another customer.

“Okay, cool it. I don’t want spit in my next drink.” Roy hushed, lowering his voice hoping Willam would take the hint. Willam rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink, shugging. Roy didn’t know how he didn’t see what Courtney was trying to do. It was so obvious it was almost adolescent.

“I know for a fact you aren’t telling me the whole story. Because it’s clear as day that Courtney is trying to make you jealous.” Roy explained sternly.

“Well I mean, I might be omitting the truth a little bit…” Willam trailed off playfully.

“Okay, so explain that to me then.” Roy huffed frustrated, finishing his drink and sliding it away. He waved the bartender down, flashing a 20 at her to get her attention. He was going to need more than two drinks to deal with this.

“I may have said that I wanted an open relationship.” Willam shrugged. “I didn’t think her going on dates with other people would bother me so much though!”

“That’s because YOU’RE usually the one messing around with other people, while she’s staying exclusive to you.”

“Well I don’t like her with other people damnit!” Willam snapped.

“Then when she gets back, you need to tell her that.” Roy explained. “If you really care about her, it’s what you have to do. No more games, no more bullshit.”

“You’re a smart old man. I hope I can be smart when I’m as old as you.” Willam smirked.

“And you’re clearly feeling better.” Roy said dryly.

On cue, the bartender set down their next round, and Roy slipped the 20 to her; encouraging her to keep the change for having to put up with Willam’s antics. She warmly thanked him and left to go help the other guests.

They sipped their drinks in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each others company. Willam was always interesting company to hang out with, he always had something fun to talk about, or something to say regardless of the subject matter at hand.

“So.” Willam started, setting his drink down, “You had your first major fuckup today didn’t you?”

Willam was also keen on reading people’s emotions, even Roy’s. Which was impressive, because Roy always made sure to keep his face as neutral as possible especially when he felt upset.

“Clearly. I was only trying to help.” Roy sighed, hanging his head down in frustration.

“What exactly did you even say? I’ve never seen her that pissed off before.”

Roy groaned as he went through the conversation in his head again, trying to remember every last miserable detail. The anger flashing through her eyes, the hurt written all over her face. He truly felt terrible about what he had said, and didn’t know what to do to fix it.

“I was trying to comfort her, and I said that not even well trained actors could do well in movies.” Roy muttered.

“That’s true, but that’s not what set her off.” Willam stated. “It would’ve been something more than that.”

“Well, I tried explaining to her that being in a movie and performing in a concert are two very different things. You can’t just wing it for a movie like you can during a-”

“Stop. Do you realize what you’ve done? Jesus Roy.” Willam interrupted, staring at Roy with wide eyes.

“What did I do?” Roy asked bewildered. “Please enlighten me because I don’t know what the fuck I did wrong.”

“You completely underestimated her. First of all, performing at a concert IS different but the majority of it is still scripted if you think about it. Adore usually follows a general setlist at all of her shows. If something does go wrong, yes, she can improvise and fans will still be okay with it but honestly? It’s not that different from being in a movie. The environment is different and there’s singing and a band but that’s it really. It’s still show business.” Willam explained.

Roy nodded as he realized how he spoke to Adore had been really condescending. No wonder she had looked so upsetz

“I talked to her like a child, which probably made it worse.” Roy admitted with realization written all over his face.

“Probably.” Willam agreed sullenly.

“I didn’t realize how much I cared about her until today.” Roy confessed.

“Gross. Go whisper that in her ear or something.” Willam rolled his eyes.

Roy downed the rest of his drink and stood up.

“I think I will. Thanks for listening.” Roy patted Willam on the back before he walked away.

“Don’t forget to douche!” Willam called after him.

——————-

When Roy got back to their room, Danny was already home, de-dragged, and on the balcony smoking a joint. Roy sighed in relief at the sight of his boyfriend. He just wanted to fix things between them, but for the moment he was fixated on his ass. He was wearing a beanie and his favorite black pajamas, which meant he had been here for awhile now.

Despite what everyone thought, Danny was actually somewhat hygienic.Not when it came to his dirty laundry or makeup, but when it came to showering he was very precise. He wouldn’t just get home and change into something more comfortable. He would go through a ritual, removing his wig, then clothes, and then going directly into the shower. It was pretty cute. Roy felt his heart flutter at how sexy he looked in all black as he scanned his boyfriend up and down.

Danny turned around, feeling eyes on his backside and met Roy’s gaze through the sliding glass door.

Roy bit his lip and looked away, pretending that he hadn’t been staring but it was too late. Danny smirked slightly before he turned back around.

It was now or never, Roy thought.

Roy stepped outside and sat down on their patio. Nestling his back into the cheap paisley print outdoor pillows, he sighed loudly as he attempted to get Danny’s attention.

“You don’t have to speak to me, or even acknowledge me if you don’t want to.” Roy began, taking a deep breath. “But I owe you an apology.”

Danny inhaled deeply, letting himself focus on the smoke hitting his lungs.

It wasn’t like Roy to apologize. He was stubborn, and would’ve stayed firm to what he had said to him unless someone interfered. Which meant he had to actually vent to someone about what had happened.

Danny was impressed that Roy had even let his guard down enough to do that. Despite them both having their relationship public, they kept their sex life and other details very private.

That didn’t mean he didn’t feel hurt about what had happened. Danny took his job as a drag artist very seriously, and to have him take his talent for granted reminded him of his early days where he was consistently being invalidated by other queens. It had hurt to come from Roy of all people, who had defended him against the very kinds of people in the past.

“I was wrong to say those things to you,” Roy continued, silently noting that Danny’s shoulders were starting to relax as he processed what he was saying to him, “Singing is just as valid of a performing art as acting is, and not just anyone can do show business. But you can sing, act, and dance. You really impressed me today, and I promise I’ll never underestimate you ever again.”

Danny smiled, elated that he had impressed Roy with his first day despite the mental breakdown in the middle of it all. He was relieved that Roy had realized he was wrong, and that they were okay again.

“I told you man, I can fucking act.” Danny laughed lightheartedly, pressing the last of his joint into the ashtray next to him.

Roy chuckled, shaking his head.

“Apology accepted. I’m sorry I freaked out. You’re like scary good at acting. It’s fucking goom.” Adore drawled.

“Oh god, enough with the ‘goom.’” Roy rolled his eyes playfully.

“Grumpy man.” Danny muttered.

“So we’re okay then?” Roy asked, cocking an eyebrow upwards as he scooted closer to Danny.

“Of course baby. Nothing can’t break us.” Danny smiled, pulling Roy close to him by his black v neck. Their lips met, and Roy smiled through the kiss.

No matter how many times he kissed Danny, he always got butterflies. He would never get tired of it. He always felt the same as when their lips met for the very first time, butterflies fluttering through his stomach like a little school girl.

Danny pulled away, smiling widely.

“What is it?” Roy asked smiling wide, showing off his signature dimples.

“Nothing, I just really enjoy being with you.” Danny mused.

They hadn’t said the lovely L word to each other yet. Danny knew he loved Roy, especially after Roy shared his crown with him on the night that she lost All Stars 2. But Danny didn’t want to be the one to say it first and scare him away. He had done that too many times in the past, and didn’t want to fuck things up between the two of them. Plus Roy could be very particular when it came to certain emotions, and Danny had known him long enough to know that love wasn’t something Bianca Del Rio usually associated herself with.

Danny didn’t mind enjoying the relationship the way it was. Other then today, they really hadn’t fought since they actually got together. He knew it was because they were still kind of in the honeymoon stage, but he felt like they could’ve fought a lot more over the last few months. He was thankful that they didn’t.

Roy was thankful that the silence between the two of them was comfortable. They were lost in their own thoughts, and Roy was thinking about home. He hadn’t been back to New Orleans to see his parents in a while now, almost a year. He wondered silently how they would feel about Danny, especially since he looked much younger than him. The first question they would ask him would be his age, and after that his ethnicity. Which he was not looking forward to.

On the other hand, Roy knew that Danny and his mom would get along great. Dan had that infectious personality thay could mesh well with pretty much anyone. He could talk to anyone in any age group and have something in common. It was unfair, Roy was 42 and still didn’t have that skill.

Roy hadn’t brought a man home in a really long time. The last time was over 15 years ago, and his parents had ended up hating him. Turns out, they had a good intuition about him because he ended up leaving Roy for a woman.

His mom would know the minute he brought him home that the way he feels about Danny is serious, which scares Roy. Especially because there’s always that small possibility that they won’t like him.

That also meant that for the first time in a really long time Roy was in love. He had made up a silent rule with himself: don’t bring home a man unless you know you love him.

He had known for awhile that he loved Danny. He didn’t know how the fuck to tell him though. Roy hadn’t loved another person in almost 15 years. It was different now. He was older, he didn’t know if he was supposed to say it in a grand way, or if he was supposed to just blurt it out over donuts at 6 am.

Once he figured it out, he’d say it to him. But for now, he planned on keeping it to himself.

“Let’s go inside.” Danny suggested, finally breaking the silence. He had been studying Roy for what felt like forever, but he had been so engrossed in his thoughts Roy hadn’t noticed.

The two of them got up from the patio, and walked back into the hotel room. On cue, a loud knock sounded against the door.

“Who the fuck is here? I swear to god if it’s Willam-” Roy started, unlocking the door.

At the door was an upset looking Shane. He looked like the shell of himself. He was covered in a large white sweatshirt and baggy grey sweatpants. He had a single bag strapped across his shoulder, and his skin looked sallow and dry,

He was an absolute mess.

A mess neither one of them were prepared for.

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