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lemonietrinket · 4 years ago

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Dreams Come True ||| Johnny x MakeupArtist!Reader

summary: johnny is kind to all the members of staff, and so you believe that he thinks no differently of you genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst but you have to squint, some more heated elements its john warning(s): slightly more inferred heated elements than i usually make, but otherwise none word count: 2189 song(s): ambience an: sorry anon for the wait! this really wasnt supposed to be long, i literally wrote it in my drabble format, and throughout it genuinely felt like it was only 1k words but... yeah. im not changing the format tho no sir. i havent the patience lmao

fem!reader

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the beat of the bass bounced from wall to wall, thumping over the air at the stage and all the way through to the small room you and easily twenty others were mulling around in. a long time ago, the inability to see around the throngs of people—no matter if you knew them or not—would have unnerved you. but now, despite the way you had to curl over the counter of a vanity to make space for the other stylists, you felt at home. because even with your back to the wall, the vibrations running their unnatural fingers along your spine, the gentle smile of an even gentler giant was mere inches from your own, and it left you no option but to be enthralled by nothing but him.

he was grinning despite your repetitive comments asking him not to, as you extended the brush towards his cheeks—probably because you’d said them through small giggles of your own. it wasn’t your fault that his jokes were funny. he had the comedic timing of a god, teasing the others in such a way that it was impossible not to smile... right? he was too gorgeous to block out, but there was no way in hell you would admit that.

“what?” he enquired teasingly, eyebrows raising beneath the fluttering fingers of the hair stylist stood behind him.

you rolled your eyes, applying more colour to your brush just so you had an excuse to avoid his gaze. you knew full well he stared at people intentionally to make them nervous. you had no idea why he did it to you though. it made you take longer with his make-up and you were already falling behind—you didn’t even have to glance at the clock to know, the fact that you were working at the same time as another stylist was enough. you prayed the smooth breeze from the window was enough to cool the blush off your face as you attempted to focus upon your work, smoothing the rouge across his skin. but it was inevitable that he would capture your attention once again, and he did so with spending barely any effort. his chin tilted upwards for you to get a better view of your canvas, leaving you able to make sure everything was blended properly, but also very nearly unable to breathe.

johnny, the only man you were practically assigned to now after you’d proven your skills during a comeback late last year, was known for caring for the staff. holding doors, giving them space, sitting down so they can reach easier because it was his responsibility that he was a damn tree. since you were practically his personal make-up artist, it was thus no surprise that you were the focus of his caring nature. however, even you were beginning to question how far his gestures went. like now—now was one of those times.

“y/n,” he began, and you immediately caught onto that tone of mischief he always had when he was about to try and catch you off guard.

you sighed, biting your lip to try and remain serious in the face of what you knew would inevitably follow. “yes, john?”

he took that as his cue. “do you mind making my lips a little more red?”

glancing away from his eyes before you could get trapped in them, you stared intently at your handiwork instead. regarding his lips, you felt your eyes narrow. they were plenty bright enough, exactly how you’d done last time. ‘you sneak,’ you thought, ‘does he just find joy out of other people’s embarrassment?’ though you had to question yourself if you were really embarrassed, as a part of you was perfectly happy to bask in the opportunity of touching his plush lips. they were so full and soft that you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander whenever you looked at them.

when you peered up, searching for the clock on the wall, you caught the hair stylist’s stare. she’d slowed her ministrations, and was now eyeing you blankly. only below the surface was there a glint of warning. you quickly glanced away, only to accidentally to meet johnny face on. he’d cocked his head on one side, brow creased in that way that threw your heart in a loop.

“pretty please?”

caught up in his handsome features you could feel the heat rising to your face once again. as much as you willed it away, deep down you knew it was no use. you cursed at yourself in your head, why do you take everything he says so seriously. there’s no way you actually mean anything more to him than just friendly coworker.

you swallowed with a nod, letting your fingers run aimlessly through your kit while you focused primarily on thinking about something else. dwelling on the impossible would do nothing but lower your mood and you knew that. still, it didn’t mean the tiny spools of daydreams didn’t occasionally slip through. they left you dazed when you came back to the real world, as if their tiny pinpricks of imaginary light grew to the size of blinding headlights in the pitch of night. upon your return you found that your gaze had barely left him at all—as soon as your eyes trickled away, they absently fled right back to him. a circumstance that he always looked so damn happy about. dreams don’t come true, y/n.

you hadn’t registered that the hair stylist had stalked away until johnny spoke up and his words left you fumbling in the mix of your own crush and the fear that someone had overheard.

“you look so cute when you’re focused,” he’d said, grin a hair-width from a knowing smirk, eyes curved in that gentle enticement. it was as if he wanted you to fall. had you not been reeling you perhaps would have scowled. you already had fallen, you didn’t need him to turn up the anti any more than he head—otherwise there would come a stutter that your heart didn’t recover from.

“sh-shut up,” you stammered, trying to hide the jump of your heartbeat behind a smile. but as his plush lips parted into a chuckle, your mind just trundled straight back to the dreamscape it always visited when you thought of them.

truly, no one would blame you, because kissing a man like that would be one of the true wonders of the world. the flashes of a possible time, where your lips melded with his and he held you close and safe, away from the rest of the world, where no crowd could ever hurt you, were tantalising to say the least. you bravely gulped them down.

it would not last however, as johnny was on a mission, it seemed, to make you blush as much as possible. so much for feeling calm.

when you poised your hand by his lips again, he merely insisted, “how can i? with someone like you right here... i just can’t help myself.”

you very nearly choked on those threads of dreams as well as the corniness, whilst he underlined all his words with a sweet smile. the one that made you want to cup his cheeks and feel the gravity of such a person before you.

you shook your head, to abandon the thoughts as well as shake him off. he’s just trying to make you laugh. “bleghh, now shush,” you managed, praying he’d take your simple response as a sign to quit.

alas, your poor heart, he did not.

“what? do you not believe me?” you didn’t peer up and instead took advantage of the tiny pause to brush more scarlet around the corner of his lips. it was short-lived however, as they then opened in exaggerated surprise, and you only just managed to pull away before you accidentally painted a faded gash across his chin. “you don’t believe me!”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, johnny,” you uttered, hesitantly peeking over at the clock to see the minute hand way too close to the hour for your liking.

he sighed, and had you actually regarded the entirety of his expression, you would have spotted how saddened he looked. “you don’t...? ah, y/n, how could you not realise just how beautiful you are?”

“johnny...” you tapered off. you had expected to come out in more of a warning tone, but with the seconds ticking by at an alarming rate, the elation at his words combined with the nerves and irritation at how you couldn’t do your job all combined to make it sound a lot more emotionless than its nature truly was.

“with your gorgeous smile, pretty eyes, adorable laugh, impeccable fashion sense...” he paused and you could have sworn his breath hitched in his throat, “really, it’s enough to ruin even the strongest of people around here, i w—”

in a desperate attempt to get your job done, without a single thought you raised your hand to grip his chin gently between your thumb and finger. and instantly, all the words he had been suddenly desperate to ramble in that moment were stolen off his tongue, the flirty smirk stilled.

for a few seconds you were stunned too, before the two minute call rose throughout the room like a game of chinese whispers. in a moment of sheer reflex, you attended to a minuscule patch of faded vermilion and further highlighted an extra line of shadow that in all honesty didn’t need renovation, all while your head span as you interrogated yourself and the world on as to what the hell johnny was playing at.

“there you’re done.”

your hand jumped away as if shocked by static, and you began to clean up your cramped workspace. you didn’t give a final look over your masterpiece, you knew the man could pull off pretty much anything thrown at, or in this case upon him. but he didn’t respond, and it was the uncharacteristic silence that brought out just enough confidence within you to turn your head towards him once again.

you find his honey eyes wide and a small and silent gasp upon those very lips that had said all those confident, sly things. his fingers were tentatively brushing against where yours had been, as if tracing the petals of a rose.

“i-i would know,” he finished out of the blue, expression still in his stupor.

“sorry?”

johnny’s pout was truly something to behold, and it was now different now. as the light in his eyes softened, he murmured just loud enough to be heard only by you over the chatter of staff and bandmates alike, “weren’t you listening?”

tracing backwards through the amalgamation of chaos that had been the past five minutes felt like it would take hours. somehow though, as in the peculiar nature of all thoughts and memories, you managed to trace back just far enough, for enough to fall into place piece by piece. and as soon as a part of the jigsaw was revealed, the wider picture came into focus. despite your own sheer disbelief.

“i... ruined you?”

he laughed sheepishly then, hand finally moving from his jaw to the back of his neck, the consideration of not ruining his hair style clearly skipping his mind. “well... in all the best terms of the word, yeah.”

silence filled the space between you, leaving the ruckus beyond to only grow and seep into your ears, like the cold of autumn through a forgotten window when the music stopped playing. instinct drew you forward then, as if it were pulling upon strings of fate. your hand twitched in your lap, ready to lift and hold him again, and it was as if both of you forgot where you were—johnny moved forwards in his seat much like you did.

but then came the frantic yell from the doorway. “johnny, what are you doing?! you’re on stage in literally thirty seconds—!”

the man swept to his feet, making sure to draw his face as close to your ear as he could get away with under the suspicious eyes of the staff surrounding you. you would argue that there was no way that could ever be construed as meaningless, but in the moment there was no way you could care.

“you’ll help me get this all off, right? after?” he asked, before he leant back.

you had offered him nothing but a smile, but he knew the gleam in your eyes. it was one of intrigue, one of excitement. with a final glance down to your lips, your crush strode off and out of the room, leaving you with a dozen pairs of eyes all focused intently on you and the bright grin on your face.

you cleared your throat, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as you nodded an apology to them, you hadn’t meant to make him late after all. but nothing could quell the joy that pulsed through your veins, and so you excused yourself for a small break outside to gather your breath in the cool night air.

maybe dreams do come true after all.

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an: i dont like this. not one bit. i really struggled to write it bc creativity hates me so im really sorry :(( i hope ill edit it soon, for the benefit of everyone :/

also... im aware that the ambience isnt specific to the scenario right here, but—as much as i love the idea of the videos og scenario—this is the closest thing i could find to what i was after :(( please imagine more chatter with it

also can you tell i know nothing about makeup? ha

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yanderepuck · 4 years ago

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There's many hcs going around about MC not knowing english/french/being from another Asian country/knowing the languages everyone speaks

But....where is the MC that's from The States, like a northern state and went to public school.

DISCLAIMER!!!! THIS IS BASED OFF MY OWN PERSONAL EXPERIENCE IN PUBLIC SCHOOL IN THE STATE OF PA. SOME SCHOOLS HAVE BETTER EDUCATION THAN OTHERS. I AM NOT IN ANYWAY SAYING AMERICANS ARE STUPID AND THE SCHOOL SYSTEM IS LIKE THIS EVERYWHERE. THIS IS JUST MY EXPERIENCE WITH THE PUBLIC SCHOOLING SYSTEM

She knows English and any Spanish Dora taught her. She took Spanish 1 in high school and that's it bc that's all she was required to do.

She gets to the mansion and doesn't know half these people.

She meets Isaac and is like "Ah. Gravity. What was it like before you discovered gravity?" But that's about all she knows

Arthur???? Who???? What do you mean Sherlock isn't a real person?? Anyway I like your books.

What do you mean Vincent Van Gogh has a brother???? Also Vincent didn't you kill yourself???? Why are you here???

She'd meet Shakespeare and be like "I can't understand a word in your plays" then he speaks and she's like "yep. Not a word"

Napoleon? Something to do with France and the revolution. Wait. You were in the army? YOU CONQURED FRANCE??? Wait .....aren't you supposed to be short?

Leonardo DiCaprio right? No? Oh. What did you do? Oh you painted. Like what? The Mona Lisa??? Yeah I think I've heard of it. It looks really dirty, you should have used some brighter colors.

Dazai doesn't ring a bell to anything in her head. "Sorry. Nope" same goes with Mozart "yeah I didn't pay attention in music class, but the last time I even had that class I was 11"

Jean is just a straight up mystery. What's the sword for? Why are you wearing an eye patch? Is there a reason why you have an emo swoop?

However she never questions them being vampires she's simply like "fuck yeah! I always knew they were real!"

But when she meets Sebastian she's just like "isn't there an anime butler-" and he just sighs and goes yes before she can finish.

Also. 0 clue as to who Comte is. Tho to be fair, the world barely knows who Comte is, he came out of nowhere saying he's 100 years old, and then just disappeared.

Also. Unless if they know English she can't speak to them....except Will. She can talk to Isaac and Arthur just fine. She might hear Leonardo say something in Italian and think it is Spanish and say Hola. And Leonardo is like ????? buongiorno??? And they look at each other in confusion.

"are.....are you not Spanish?"

"I'm from Italy"

She has no clue what Dazai is saying. Even if he speaks English, his accent is too thick even with speaking English. Same goes for Mozart and the brothers.

However, Theo simply doesn't care. Vinc at least tries. MC hears Mozart with his thick accent and she's not sure if she's attracted or scared by it. Scared and horny

If course she ends up picking up on the French along the way. That's what everyone mutually speaks since they are living in France.

I'm thinking she has a New York or Boston accent. But a North Dakota accent would be funny too bc it's very close to Canadian.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #also i dont mean to offend anyones ability to speak english #i love jearing ppl with accents speak english #ESPECALLY GERMAN TBH #hearing how someone with a different native tongue speak my tongue is intriguing #especally when the alphabet isnt the same #so they cant say all the letters #something about it just intrigues me so much

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karinyosa · 4 years ago

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judy poovey for the character ask :)

aaa ofc!! i absolutely love She. disclaimer i have yet to finish the book but i AM more than halfway through so fjkdhfjsh

How I feel about this character

man i just think she’s so funky and funny. extremely chaotic and fun laid e but also so caring :( underappreciated by richard. also i LOVE that she doesn’t like people in the greek clique (some of them more than others) and isn’t afraid to say it, it is both funny and i think says a lot about her as a person. she’s kind of like the opposite of them in terms of like pretentiousness in the best way. i love how the tone and sort of the pacing of scenes changes so completely when she arrives

All the people I ship romantically with this character

the only person i’ve ever shipped with judy romantically is camilla, but not in a super fun light way usually, more in an angsty way. i think they’d have a contentious relationship, if not at first then eventually and i think they give off strong bitter ex energy (altho im also v willing to accept the idea that it’s like a constructed rivalry bc of Repression or Internalized Homophobia on the part of either or both parties. ALTHO, i think if either of them has their sexuality figured out it’s judy)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

idk if i really have a non-romantic otp but there are definitely a bunch of people i would love to see her befriend. i think her friendship with richard seems kind of fun and sweet if a little one-sided (idk if judy is necessarily as unaware of that as richard seems to think tho, i think she’d want to look out for him either way, as long as he wasn’t openly a prick to her or any of her friends), and i KNOW she doesn’t like him, but i think it would be SO FUN AND FUNNY to see what she and henry would be like as friends. like if they were somehow able to get along i think their dynamic would be great. same with francis. it’s the mlm wlw solidarity of it all, and also you know she would be so nice and sweet to francis when she thinks he needs it

My unpopular opinion about this character

i don’t think i have any unpopular opinions about her??? ummm i think she’d have a lot of diy clothes and probably has some kind of like noticeably DifferentTM hairstyle (just anything that wouldn’t have completely fit into the norm at the time, whether bc of the way she cuts it, the way she wears it, or the way she styles it). i think she’d like the idea of signature jewelry. i think she probably owns overalls but like a pair that has really been diy-ed the hell out of (paint, patches, embroidery, etc) i imagine her as poc?? again i don’t think any of these are unpopular i was just trying to list hcs and see if i came up with anything that fit the brief

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i don’t have anything specific i would’ve liked to see?? i think if we were to see more of her it would be better done in a different story, and also i think the portions of her that we do get are GREAT. tsh has so many of those casual specific little details and moments that it feels like you do get to see a lot of her when you do see her, even if you don’t know a lot about her life. in that hypothetical i’d love to see anything done with/about her especially if it is Gay but that kind of goes without saying

#tsh #judy poovey

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themalhambird · 5 years ago

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fic prompt: student AU: Richard's first time babysitting baby Hal?

Richard groans and swears under his breath as banging on the front door rouses him from his sleep. He’s only just drifted off, having spent the last forty-eight hours awake and on a coffee-fuelled painting spree. But the banging continues, so he climbs off his bed and stumbles down to the front door, rubbing his eyes before unlocking it.

“Richard,” Henry says, fist raised in mid-knock. “Can you have Hal for an hour?”

Richard blinks at him. “Anne’s gone to Prague,” he says slowly.

“What?” irritation flashes across Henry’s face. “I know Anne’s gone home for a bit, I don’t see-“ his eyes narrow. “Have you been drinking?”

“What? No.” Richard rubs his eyes again. “Look- come in,” he says, stepping back, and Henry steps over the threshold, though he doesn’t move any further down the hall. He’s got Hal in a baby carrier, fast asleep and all cute in his baby-grow, and Richard smiles down at him, fondly if a little absent mindedly. “What’s the matter?” he asks, looking back up at Henry, who-it dawns on Richard- is looking more than a little stressed.

“Can you please take Hal for an hour?” he demands again. “Mary’s in the middle of lectures and this fucking group project I’m meant to be doing- I’m late for a meeting as it is because no one bothered to ask me before they all agreed now would be more convenient-“

“But- Anne’s not here,” Richard says again, much more awake and suddenly panicking. “I can’t- Harry, you wouldn’t let me look after your goldfish when we were nine, I can’t look after your baby— “

“Of course you can!” Henry snaps. “He seems to like you more than he likes me anyway half the time just- an hour, at the most! All you have to do is keep him alive and in one peace so will you please just- “

“Fine, fine.” Henry’s yelling is giving Richard a headache, and Hal is stirring a little, tiny face screwing up in mild displeasure. “I’ll look after him.”

“Thank you!” Henry says, more annoyance than gratitude in his tone, but Richard can’t be bothered to pick him on it. He bends down and picks up Hal’s carrier instead, and Henry’s gone again before Richard’s even locked the door.

“Well alright then,” Richard says- somewhat bewildered- to Hal, who seems to be settling back down, rather than waking up, which is good, because Richard has no idea what to with an awake baby without other people’s supervision. “How about you come and have a little nap with Uncle Richard then, hm?”

He carries Hal upstairs, rescues him out of his carrier, and cuddles him against his chest as he lays back down on his bed. He doesn’t go back to sleep- he’s worried about accidently squishing his nephew/cousin-something-times-removed if he drifts off and rolls over, but it’s nice, to have the baby sleeping on him. Restful. He idly strokes Hal’s soft little patch of dark hair. “Aren’t you precious, hm?” he coos. “Precious little baby, all fast asleep…”

Twenty minutes later, Hal is crying.

He woke up on Richard’s chest and the unfamiliar room, and the absence of either his mum or his dad, clearly freaked him out so now he’s crying like the world is ending, and Richard is frantically dancing round the room and hugging him tight, hoping that the bouncing will calm him down like it sometimes does when Henry and Mary are around. “Please?” he says to Hal, grabbing his phone from his desk and firing off a quick text to Mary. Hal crying, what do I do??????

He flings the phone back down and moves his hand back to support Hal’s head. “C’mon Hal,” he says. “It’s uncle Richard, you like Uncle Richard…”

His phone buzzes. Richard grabs it again. Mary’s replied. why is Hal with u?

Harry at a meeting Richard sends back. Hal was napping and now crying

And then, a horrible thought occurring to him: is it food time??? i can’t feed him i don’t have breasts

“Please stop crying,” he begs Hal again, and then- lighting on something- reaches back and yanks first the butterfly clip and then the hair band out of his hair.

It falls around his face, tumbling over his shoulders in auburn waves, and Hal falls silent mid squawk, staring in fascination. Richard smiles tentatively. “You like Uncle Richard’s hair, don’t you?” he coaxes. “C’mon Hally. Remember how much fun you have-“ a little hand reaches up and grabs a fistful, yanking hard, “- pulling Uncle Richard’s hair?” Richard finishes with a wince, as his phone buzzes again, a reply from Mary lighting up the screen.

Shouldn’t be hungry yet I can leave class tho and come get him

Don’t worry, Richard texts back, eyes watering as Hal attempts to wrest his hair from his skull. Found a distraction. He swipes through to add a photo and takes a quick selfie to send through to Mary.

Mary replies with a quick x, and Richard elects not to distract her further. Instead, he casts about for a way to get Hal to relinquish his hold on Richard’s hair without bursting in to tears again. “You’re probably too small for paints,” he tells Hal. “Aren’t you? I don’t know, I don’t remember being a baby.” He steps over towards the bookshelves. “No picture books. Lots of books about pictures but I don’t think that’s the same thing.” He presses a kiss to Hal’s head, and Hal laughs and promptly smacks Richard’s cheek. He’s surprisingly forceful for something so little- though at least, temporarily, he’s let go of Richard’s hair. Richard shakes his head, trying to get his hair out of his face without having to loosen his grip on Hal. “…I have flour in the kitchen,” Richard says thoughtfully. “We could go and do some drawing in the flour?” Hal, of course, doesn’t have a clue what he’s saying, but he babbles in a manner Richard thinks sounds rather happy and decides to take that as agreement. He carries Hal back downstairs, and then stops rather abruptly at the foot of the stairs. He looks down at Hal. “…are you even old enough to draw?” he asks. “I don’t think you can clap yet, can you? What can you do with your hands?”

Hal reaches up and grabs at Richard’s hair again.

‘Apart from that.” Richard says. He carries Hal into the front room and sits down on the sofa, plonking Hal on his knee. He pulls a funny face, and Hal giggles. He pulls another funny face, and Hal giggles some more. “You’re supposed to engage with babies. Or something. According to the parenting books I filched off your dad when we’d only just found out that you were in your mummy’s tummy.” Richard says. He wishes he had a picture book. Or Anne. He’d like to play peek-a-boo, Hal likes that game, but Hal can only just sit up by himself and Richard is scared that if he puts Hal down, he might hurt himself. He could always go back into the carrier, but it seems a bit mean to trap him in that. “I could tell you a story,” he suggests. “How about that? Once upon a time, there was a village called…the village, and there weren’t any people in the village, it was just a village of doggies, and…”

By the time the doorbell rings around an hour later, Richard’s throat is dry and his voice is crackling, and Hal remains enthralled by the nonsense Richard is telling him despite the fact that Richard cannot recall anything about the story beyond the last few sentences he just told. Richard pauses and gets up to get the door, opening it to reveal a stressed looking Mary.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, coming in as Richard steps out of her way. Hal immediately leans out of Richard’s arms to reach for her and Mary takes him, cuddling him and giving him a kiss on the head. “Henry should’ve just told them he couldn’t come to the stupid meeting- he sent me a message to let me know you had Hal about ten minutes after you did—”

“It’s alright, Mary, I don’t mind. Hal’s a darling.” Richard assures her, as the darling in question reaches up to try and pull his mother’s hair out of its bun.

“Still.”

“Do you want a cup of tea?” Richard asks, because Mary looks like she needs one.

“Yes please,” she replies, and follows Richard into the kitchen. “Are you alright? You look done in- and you’re in your pyjamas, were you sleeping before—?” Richard glances down at himself, surprised. He had forgotten that he’d changed.

“I, ah, may have pulled a couple of all-nighters,” he says. “Anne hasn’t been here I haven’t really been sleeping, and I had some work I got into the swing of doing.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll take Hal home now- “

“There’s no need to rush, I liked having him.” Richard yawns behind his hand and opens three wrong cupboards before finding the teabags. “You know Anne and I said we were happy to babysit, and we meant it. I mean, a little more warning next time, but Hal and I were good, weren’t we Hal?”

Hal babbles. Mary smiles. Richard makes tea, and Mary sits Hal back down in his carrier so that they can drink it together.

Richard is fast asleep on the sofa before either of them have finished a cup.

#my fic #the plantagenet student au #Richard 2 #bb Hal #Henry IV

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floraldrizzle · 6 years ago

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be more chill - friday june 1, 2018 at the bartell theatre

im gunna start this off by saying HOLY SHIT. THE CAST ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT. THE SHOW WAS INCREDIBLE. ALL OF THE ACTORS/ACTRESSES WERE SOSOSOSOOOOOO TALENTED AND DID AN OUTSTANDING JOB. FROM THEIR LOOKS, THEY RANGED FROM LIKE 17-EARLY 20S??? LIKE THEY WERE YOUNG AND IN TERMS OF BLOCKING AND VOCALS THEY DID AN AMAZING JOB!!!

-ok so first things first, i was sitting in the 5th row, 3rd seat from the aisle (amazing seat omg)

-they had live music!! the people on keyboard & bass fucking CRUSHED IT holy shit

-im gunna go in random order/do some general comments bc my thoughts are scrambled,, im so shook

-let me start by saying HOLY SHIT this jeremy was fucking INCREDIBLE. and he pulled off the role so well. his facial expressions were ON POINT.

-his whole demeanor SCREAMED nervous teen. this boi was TALLL (and cute af my bisexual ass was quaking) and he did an amazing job of looking very insecure? like he kind of tried to make himself look small? and he would pick at his fingernails too, and he really sold it that this character is a Nervous BoyTM

-MICHAELLL had a PRIDE PATCH!!!! IT WAS A RAINBOW HEART!!! and then in act 2 he had a headband with a rainbow heart on!!!!! and omg, his little dances were so cute. HE FUCKIGNG WHIPPED WHEN HE CAME ONSTAGE OMG

-AND THEN HE AND JEREMY DABBED IN SYNC AND I WENT INTO FUCKING CARDIAC ARREST

-christine was 👌👌👌 very extra and cute!!!!!! wow!!!!! I LOVED HER (again my bisexual ass was SHOOK) she was short so whenever she was talking to Jeremy she got out a little stool so that she was his height and omg

-she really acted like she had ADD and she pulled it off so well, like, she would shake her leg when she was sitting down

-rich was TOP NOTCH HOLY SHITTTTT he fucking killed the squip song like damnnnnnn

-the SQUIP OMGOMGOFJSJDKFJF SHE WAS INCREDIBLE HOLY SHIT OK

-“you look like beyoncé.” “that’s my default form. I can also take the form of rupaul, lady gaga, and sexy anime female”

-the squip’s makeup was GLITTERY and blue and holy shit her costume, high heeled boots and trench coat and omg wow my bi ass was crying

-two player game. was the gayest thing I have ever seen. in the “is it really true i’m your favowite personn” michael like had his hand on jeremy’s face and jeremy looked nervous and omg it was so cute

-the harmonies in two player game were 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌there were tears in my eyes

-at “will you be too cool for me– video games?” the look on jer’s face was like “i would never” and he was like desperately trying to comfort michael

-Christine kept scooting her chair closer to jer in i love play rehearsal and a guy that I’d kinda be into it was so cute

-and whenever she did that Jeremy would do the thing where he tried to make himself look small and he had a cute little awkward smile

-the squip was the sassiest little bitch ever…. in be more chill part 1 she was sitting on the platform behind everyone and filing her fucking nails…. she did that a lot it was so fucking funny

-the smartphone hour was fucking. AMAZING. they had ensemble members in the aisles singing at people like “did you hear did you hear?”

-at one part an ensemble member looked me in the eye and during “when rich set a fire cause he knew he was gay” and I died it was amazing, the look on her face was hilarious I LOVE YOU ENSEMBLE GIRL

-do you wanna ride had me SHOOK, Brooke was INSANELY TALENTED DAMN,, and then when chloe joined I think my brain exploded

-have I mentioned that im bi and everyone was gorgeous,,,

-be more chill part 2, ensemble members surrounded Jeremy and at the “everything about you sucks!” part he flinched and omg my heart melted

-the squip. sung the low parts, she, was,,,,, INSANE,,,,, SHE WAS A FUCKING ALTO,,,, HOLY SHIT,,, I DEADASS EXPECTED HER TO BRING YHE LOW SHIT UP AN OCTAVE BUT NOPE SHE FUCKING BELTED THAG SHIT AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN GAYER

-upgrade. wow. holy shit. JAKE WAS IBCREDIBLE MY BRAIN EXPLODED, also, when jake and Christine were singing, the squip and Jeremy were standing back to back and it was so funny,,,, i loved it

-whenever Christine was around jake she would be so cute… like the interactions between them were adorable ngl

-during halloween party Christine was looking around and she looked really uncomfortable and then at one point she just ran offstage like she couldn’t take it anymore, my heart melted

-do you wanna hang was HOLY SHIT,,,,,, INCREDIBLE,,,, Chloe was AMAZING she fucking belted it i was blown away

-michael had the creeps shirt

-Michael in the bathroom had me IN TEARS. MICHAEL WAS SO GOOD. HOLY SHIT. THE EMOTIONS HE SHOWED WERE INCREDIBLE AND HE ACTUALLY WAS GUCKIG CRYING AT YHAT ONE PART

-whenever the squip commanded Jeremy she wouldn’t even look at him, she was filing her nails and sounded as if she didn’t give a single fuck. she was also way shorter than him even tho she was wearing high heels it was kinda funny

-also during smartphone hour, everyone had their phones out (duh) and some of them had a snapchat convo open that read “omg rich set a fire last night!!!!” and stuff like that, while others of them had a badly photoshopped picture of the guy who played rich standing in front of a burning house I was dying

-the pitiful children, damn,,,, everyone’s fucking costumes during it had me SHOOK,,,, the girl who sang the jenna part crushed it btw omg, she was insane

-when mr heere was like “DO YOU LOVE JEREMY” michael was like “wh- um what” and he seemed nervous and awkward and OMG

-the pants song was so good, the guy who played mr heere was 20/10 top notch great singer amazing actor wowiwoeowoeoeoeo he was amazing

-the play was pulled off so well. holy shit.

-at “MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE!” he was in the aisle and ran down to the stage, I shit you not the whole FUCKIGNG theatre cheered

-at the “get out of my way loser” you could hear a hushed gasp and “aw” from the audience

-voices in my head, omg, where do I start it was incredible

-Michael picked up Jeremy and spun him around. my boyf riends shipping ass was screaming

-hey pinkberry shippers:: chloe and Brooke were holding hands and being cute all throughout voices in my head

-Jeremy kissed christine and she was standing on her lil stool and it was so fucking cute. she hugged him super hard after and it was adorable!

-rich had a bi sash at the end

-a cast on his arm was painted the bi flag colors

-at “oh my god I’m totally bi” everyone cheered

-during play rehearsal, when Brooke was doing her lines, Christine was mouthing the whole thing and looking at her script it was so cute

-there was some HARDCORE boyf riends chemistry,, like,,, holy shit

-michael straddled jeremy when he was trying to get him to drink the mountain dew red

-this show blew me away

-because it’s just a small local theatre I honestly wasn’t expecting it to be this good but wow

-i might add more details later, i’m super tired rn,,,

#be more chill #bmc #bmc Madison #jeremy heere #michael mell #jake dillinger #rich goranski #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #jenna rolan #christine canigula #the squip #mr heere #flor speaks #bmc musical #boyf riends #pinkberry #brooke lohst x chloe valentine #jeremy heere x michael mell

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untildawnremus · 7 years ago

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The Art of Falling in Love

Pairing: Young!Sirius x Reader

Requests: Hello, can I please request sirius black imagine where gryffindor reader meets big black dog and has no idea it's sirius, and she pets him and sees him everyday and she paints this dog and marauders (including siris) see the painting in her sketchbook, reader tells them about this dog and they smirk knowingly. after some time she finds out who the dog is by accident, you decide the ending, sorry if it's too specific ❤ - Anonymous

: Can you please write an imagine with the gryffindor reader being close to all the Marauders boys? not a lot of writers really make enough friendship instances with the marauders and can it be heavy on Sirius tho? - Anonymous

A/N: I personally love Art so this was a lot of fun to write. Also THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO OFFERED ME THEIR FRIENDSHIP. I LOVE YOU ALL.

Word Count: 3.6k (I had too much fun)

Art has many forms. There wasn’t a time in your life that didn’t involve art and your love for it. The art of music plays like the melodies coming from your muggle father’s guitar or the myriad of photographs hung around the walls and kept in albums by your mother. You were exposed to almost all forms of art as you grew up and they never faded from you.

“What about this one (Y/n)? What’s it called?” Peter asked, holding one of your smaller canvases in his hand. It had your repainted version of the ‘Birth of Venus’ by Sandro Botticelli.

“I believe it’s called ‘Naked and Afraid’, Wormtail.” James commented, patting the smaller boy on the back and shared a smirk with his other friend, Sirius.

They had begun calling each other some odd nicknames just a few weeks ago. Neither you or your other companions could understand the meaning behind them and the four refused to give you an explanation. In the end, you figured it was all some inside joke.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You rolled your eyes, taking the painting and placing it back on it’s stand. “You have no respect for the art of painting and the renaissance.”

“I think your work is beautiful.” Sirius said, picking up one of your collections of sketchbooks from the top of your dresser.

“Do you now?” You took a step towards him, leaning over his shoulder. He was busy admiring your doodles of the castle you’d often drawn when you were bored. As an artist, you’d never really considered your art picture perfect. There were always some flaws.

“Exquisite masterpiece, darling.” He laughed, pointing at the drawing of himself. A smirk made it’s way on the boy’s face at his portrait.

The day you decided to draw him was the day he realized how much he fell for you, with your sharp eyes attempting to study his feature as you furrowed your brows trying to sketch his face. You’d bite your lip as you carefully made the curve of his own. He did the best he could to show you of his feelings—with humorous and flirtatious comments layered over one of love.

“Figured you would say that, you narcissist.” You laughed, ruffling his shaggy black hair.

“Is this a repainting of the ‘School of Athens’ but in Hogwarts?” Remus asked from the other side of the room to which you were quick to answer as you sauntered over to him, leaving Sirius to browse through your sketch books alone.

Not long before his grey eyes that were scanning the strokes of charcoal but now of you as you shared a smile with Remus from across the room. He watched as you pointed something in disgust that he would guess is another “flaw” you had made. Sirius smiled to himself before James slid his way next to him.

“If I were you, I’d go for it before she slips away.” The Potter boy said, giving his friend an encouraging nudge.

“Yeah, because you’d have a better chance of not being rejected.” Sirius remarked, sarcastically.

“You know there are a million other girls, Padfoot.” James looks back at you as you laughed at something Remus had said. Your eyes crinkling in the cutest way possible that mad Sirius’ stomach flip.

“But there’s only one girl like her.” He finished, eyes never leaving the sight of your happy state.

Sirius couldn’t understand why he did what he did. He knew it was wrong. Yet he did it anyway. A few days after you had given your four mischievous friends permission to look through your “gallery” as they would say (which was basically just your dorm room that your roommates were kind enough to let you decorate with your art work). You found yourself outside the castle, resting against the wood of a large tree that on the softest bed of grass. Your leg was crossed over the other, your leather bound sketchbook laying down on your lap. One of the reasons why you loved the time of Spring were the changes of nature. The blooming of flowers in their iridescent manner.

“Hogwarts...Hogwarts...Hoggy Watty Hogwarts....” Humming the tune of the school hymn for no reason at all, you began to outline the small patch of lilies that fully grown just a few fee away from where you sat.

From afar, Sirius’ gray eyes had been focused on you for over fifteen minutes. He had told his friends he had some unfinished business with his little brother, Regulus but that was all a lie just to be alone with you...or alone by himself while observing you that is. He didn’t consider his action as stalking you, more of protecting you if there was anything to happen, at least that’s what he told himself over and over.

The calm atmosphere had prompted you ponder over the current events of your life. Your younger sibling would be attending Hogwarts next year and your parents were ever so subtly debating whether or not they’d end up in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Friends like the four boys you’d grown to love were slowly becoming your family, brothers you’d never expect to have. However, you always thought that one over the other three would hopefully be something more than just a friend.

Sirius was without a doubt one of the most attractive boys in your year alone. Other girls tried to catch his attention but none of them seemed to stand out to him—as he had told you countless times before. It did give you a small pint of hope over the collumn of a little school girl crush.

Just as you had magically twisted your pencil into a self-inking quill, a thick wooden stick had been dropped to your side. Curiously, you turned from the stick to the sky, assuming a squirrel might have caused it to fall. But then a shaggy black furred canine made it’s way over to you in a pounce like manner.

“Hi there...” You smiled, eyes still squinted in confusion but your hand made it’s way to the dog’s head. There wasn’t any sign of the animal being the dangerous, he was calm if not happy so to say, his black tail wagging in excitement.

“You’re a good dog, aren’t you?” You cooed, scratching the back of his ear then moving to rub his belly once he rolled over. “I don’t remember Hagrid having another dog.”

You were certain Hagrid only had Fang (Who is currently no larger than a quaffle at the moment) and you knew that pup was Boarhound and not a German shepherd. The dog didn’t have a collar of any sort that would aid you in finding his owner of even know the canine’s name. He must’ve been a stray.

“Must be hard not having a name.” You told him. if he wasn’t do adorable, you’d call yourself insane for talking to it. The hound bumped his nose onto your still opened sketchpad, his face clumsily moving the pages until he decided to stop on a certain page that the famous four boys sketched in black ink.

“Those are my friends.” Pointing you each boy, you stated their names. “That’s Peter, he’s kind of the shy type of guy unless he’s told to do something bad then he shows his wild side.”

You pointed to the one with a faint scars, smiling. “This one’s Remus. He’s insanely sweet and charming. Although, i do wonder where he gets the scars from. He said he’d tell me one day.”

When you turned to the dog, his mouth had twitched, almost as if it were smirking.

“The one next to him is James. Bit of an oddball that one, Leader of this little foursome, head over heels for my friend Lily but I know she’s starting to like him too.”

James would be jumping for joy if Sirius told him this, but he knew he couldn’t in case you’d both get suspicious on how he knew.

“This one right here though is Sirius Black.” You grinned, eyeing your own work at the pretty boy. “He’s kinda the second-hand man as I’d say. Causes havoc too many times for me to count. Kinda reckless too and irresponsible no doubt.”

Sirius began to bow his head in shame at your words, until his small head shot up at the sound of you giggling softly.

“But he makes me laugh nonetheless.” You lifted your hand to pet the hound’s fur once more, smiling in content. “I just wish...”

The boy—well dog held on to your words only to watch you sigh and shake your head. You couldn’t admit to yourself that you liked the guy as much as any other girl but even telling a dog that probably couldn’t understand what you were saying seemed to difficult to pursue.

“Never mind.” Sirius slumped his body, pushing his face more onto your hand to urge you one but you only shook your head once more. You turned the page of your drawing of a random girl with a parasol.

“This one is inspired by one of my favorite artists.” You said with enthusiasm. “Claude Monet’s style has always been my favorite. I actually never told anyone that. I even have an unfinished portrait in my dorm of one of his paintings.”

The dog stared at you only to glance back at the drawing before him. You continued to go through the pages until the sky turned dark causing you to frown. “I’m sorry, furball but I best be heading back to my dorm. Wouldn’t want to get into any trouble.”

Closing your book shut, you dusted off the dirt from beneath your skirt and bent down to be in the same level as the black German shepherd. “You should head home now, if you have one. I’d take you in but Hogwarts doesn’t allow dogs in the castle and I wouldn’t want to force Hagrid to watch over you.”

“Just try to find some place safe, okay?” You rubbed the dog’s head one last time before you stood up but he was quick to give your cheek a quick lick before you did. A laugh escaped your lips as you turned back to head inside the castle. “Bye now...”

Sirius sat on the grass, still an animagus, watching you walk towards the steps of the castle and your (Y/h/c) hair disappearing into the cobbled building. He had a weird feeling in his stomach. He kissed your cheek, as a dog but still, it was a kiss. It felt wrong to deceive you like that. Truth is, he didn’t mean to but something just came over him. A side of him told him it was okay as long as you’d never know, continue to make you smile like he did moments before. But another told him he shouldn’t do it again.

He promised he wouldn’t

And that was the biggest lie he ever told himself.

The week that followed consisted of the same routine from you. After classes you’d go outside and draw while the sun was still shining upon the spring landscape. Everyday, you’d draw something new for everyday you had a different muse. And everyday, that black dog just came back to the same spot you were always on. It didn’t bother you one bit that he found comfort in your presence and company but you knew you couldn’t keep him or anything. When the time comes, you’d have to leave Hogwarts and never see him for a while and your parents wouldn’t let you own a dog. Your father was allergic to dog fur.

Sirius hated himself for sticking around but at the same time he loved himself for doing so.

There’d be a time when you’d play fetch all afternoon and start chasing each other around the area but today you both seemed to be after relaxation. Your was almost finished with only a single page left before you’d have to purchase another. It was a motivation to draw more in the day plus James made a bet to get you a new one if you filled it up by the end of the month.

“I bet you can’t even finish a whole hundred pages sketchbook in less than three weeks.” James said, crossing his arms with a boyish smile.

“Is that a challenge?” You rose your brow, mischievously.

“Don’t do it.” Remus advised the Potter boy but to no avail. James held out his hand, confidently smiling your way as you set your deal in stone.

You had no clue what to draw of next, the flowers around you were beautiful but none were brand new or stood out. Snuffles, as you secretly called the canine in your head was sleeping soundly on top of your lap. You held your sketch book in one hand and a paintbrush on the other. Remus had aided you in bewitching the brush to spurt out any color you wished, however there wasn’t anything you could paint at the moment.

Your eyes dropped to the black furball that was in deep slumber on your lap, his body curled ever so slightly close to your body. With lips tugged into a shy smirk, your switch to using your quill and began your next masterpiece.

“James!” You called in a sing-song voice entering his dorm room shared with his three other companions. Their fifth roommate always stayed away from the room which was one of the smartest decisions ever made in your opinion.

“To what do we owe the pleasure, (Y/n)?” James grinned, placing an arm over your shoulders, catching the attention of the other three boys. Sirius watched from his bed with the same grin.

“You, Mr. Potter owe me a new sketchbook.” You beamed proudly, watching his sly face turn into confusion.

“That’s a whole lot of crap.” He said before grabbing your sketchbook from your hands. He flipped through them, eyes widened in shock. “That has to be a record. It’s only been what? A week since you got this one”

“I love art, Potter.” You placed one hand on your hip and the other outstretched before him. “Now pay up.”

“Do I have to?” He groaned.

“A deals a deal, Prongs.” Peter sang from his place by the desk.

“I advised you not to challenge her.” Remus quipped not raising his head from his potions book.

“You know you’re just fueling her artistic flames.” Sirius laughed, sliding out of his bed to stand beside you.

“Fine.” The boy caved. “I’ll get you a new one this week.”

Sirius watched your face fill with delight, causing his own to do the same. If only he could just tell you how much he fancied you, but his fear of rejection always dominated his mind one way or another. James tossed your sketchbook over to Peter, knowing full well he’d be the first one to look through it anyway. They both began to scan your new art works, pointing out weird shapes and creating voices for the others.

“Did you draw me recently?” He asked, leaning on the wall beside you. “You can’t expect me to think you’d drawn a hundred pages without my darling face in it.”

“Darling face?” in your opinion, he did have a darling, handsome, beautiful face but he didn’t need to know that. You had a knack for hiding your emotions. “I’m guessing you haven’t looked at the mirror recently?”

“You think so poorly of me.” His boyish grin made you weak at the knees. You heart fluttering at the way his eyes were boring into yours.

“Is there a reason for me not to?”

Remus joined the two other marauders as not to bother you and Sirius. They’ll have enough time to tease the boy about it later on. The three of them shared a smile when they saw the drawing you made of the four of them together but instantly had their eyes wide at the last page of your artwork.

They glanced at the other with knowing looks before calling out to you. “Say (Y/n), didn’t know you had a dog.” This caught both yours and Sirius’ attention, turning away from each other to see the three smirking faces from the other marauders.

“What do you mean?” James turned the book to reveal your portrait of Snuffles sleeping soundly. Sirius inhaled a deep breath at the sight of the black dog. He hadn’t known you’d drawn him. He just assumed you just let him stick around as your company.

“Oh he’s not my dog.” You told them. “I found him- well more of he found me by the field just a top of the hill across the castle. He didn’t have a name tag or anything.”

“Yeah, we know this dog.” Peter stated, earning a glare from Sirius who stood behind you.

“You do?” If you weren’t so interested in the thought of finding the canine a home, you would have seen the playful look in their eyes as they nodded.

“Oh yeah.” James continued. “He’s a real rascal. Seen him causing all sorts of trouble back in Hogsmeade one time.”

“Did he try to bother you? We heard it enjoyed bothering some students once in a while.” Remus said, grinning at his dark haired friend.

“Well, I wouldn’t consider it bothering...”

Sirius shook his head not wishing to be in the same room at the moment.

“He just kinda appeared out of nowhere and kept me company. Although he was a bit playful but he was very entertaining the whole week.”

“You spent an entire week with it?” Peter laughed along with the others.

“You know, (Y/n)...that dog is actually—”

“—alright that’s enough.” Sirius butted in, taking the sketchbook from James’ hands and returning it to its rightful owner. “(Y/n) should be finishing her new Claude Monet painting.”

You smiled at him. “Yeah, I guess I should...” Your voice trailed off, giving him a confused look. “How’d you know that was in progress? I don’t remember telling any of you about it.”

And at that moment, Sirius knew he screwed up. “I um...well...”

“I think it’s best if we leave you two alone, ain’t that right boys?” James and Peter agreed with Remus’ suggestion and swiftly left the two of you alone in their messy dorm room.

“Sirius, how do you know about my painting?” You asked once more. “Have you been spying on me?”

“What? No! Well, not exactly.” He mumbled over his words, eyes glued to the floor refusing to look you in the eyes.

“Just tell me, Padfoot.” You took a step closer, bending down trying to catch his gaze. “We don’t keep secrets from each other.”

With his fist clenched tightly into a fist, Sirius took in a deep breath. He prayed you wouldn’t get mad and end your friendship. God know that’s what hurts even more than rejection.

“I’m an animagus.” He stated monotonously, his eyes checking yours to see if you had understood but only saw confusion painted over your features.

“Okay...what does that have to do with...” You gave him a once-over, taking another step closer at the taller boy. Only now did it make sense and barely above a whisper, you said. “You were that dog, weren’t you?”

“That’s why your named Padfoot.” You continued, your lips tugging into a smile. “Are all of you animagi? Why didn’t you tell me? Is that why you all have weird nicknames I couldn’t understand?”

Sirius was shocked to find your excitement filling the room, he watched your eyes twinkle in delight as you rambled. He shook his head, placing his hand on your shoulders to calm you down. You were definitely different compared to other girls. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? This is amazing. How’d you even turn yourselves into an animagus? Isn’t that illegal for our age?”

He scratched the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Moony isn’t really an animagus but it isn’t really my place to tell so...yeah...”

Despite the fact that you’ve been happy over the news, there was still a deep pain deep in his stomach. It may or may not have been the time to tell you but there really wasn’t the right time.

“Also...I’m sorry for interrupting your drawing time as a dog.” He said, staring at you intently. “I uh didn’t know what came over me.”

“Sirius, it’s quite alright.” You placed your sketchbook on their desk before turning back to him. “It was actually a lot of fun hanging out with you as a dog. Although, I don’t know why you did it, I would have joined your company either way.”

“(Y/n)...I like you.” Sirius admitted out of nowhere. His eyes went wide at his own confession checking to see your reaction.

You tilted your head and grinned from ear to ear. “I like you too, Sirius.”

“No, I don’t mean it like that.” He said, taking your hands in his and kept his eyes on them. “I meant I like you as more than friends and I always have. You’re just so beautiful and kind and...”

You used one of your hands to lift his chin up to see him properly. With your heart pounding and stomach churning, you leaned forward. “I never said I did like you back as a friend.”

This made the boy’s own heart do flips at your words. You both stared lovingly at each other switching from your eyes to your lips as his free hand went to caress the side of your cheek. Your lips were millimeters apart until the door burst open to reveal your friends who had been eavesdropping, topple over each other.

“Did you kiss her yet?” Peter lifted his head earning a sigh from both of you but smiling anyway.

The greatest artist spent years upon years of finding their calling and their muse and you certainly didn’t think you’d find yours in a matter of five years.

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stealsyou · 7 years ago

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☾ cute character questions ☽

THE BASICS.

NAME : eliza josephine ibbson. AGE : 27. ZODIAC SIGN : scorpio. ONE GOOD TRAIT : she loves children and is really great with them !!! ONE BAD TRAIT : everything else about her personality.

HABITS.

ONE BAD HABIT : setting aside the murder for smthn more Mundane , she chews Everything. headphones , keys , bits of fucking rubber , whatever ( and she alWAys forgets to bring gum with her ). ONE GOOD HABIT : ummmmmmmmmm she’s pretty devoted to her job ? she’s almost always punctual and takes it pretty seriously and in general is a pretty excellent employee. ONE HABIT THEY CAN’T BREAK : picking fights when she’s drun k to try and hurt herself >:| like she recognises it’s stupid bc 1 ) it’s a waaaay more obvious to Hurt People than her usual murders and stuff so it’s a LOT more likely to get her picked up by the law and 2 ) she hardly ever actually gets hurt jfc i mean it’s p rare for her to find a human that can take her and when she doEs she ends up getting herself in like , gang fights and being seriously fucked up jfc. ONE THEY’VE BROKEN : smoking !!! tbh she didn’t take it up for long , it was just a few stressful months but still she tried to quit a couple of times n couldn’t but !! she stopped eventually i’m proud. WHAT THEY’RE AFRAID OF : being powerless again. although she knows realistically that nothing like her captivity will ever happen again , there’s always that paranoia in the back of her mind that makes her properly Panic when even a LITTLE power is taken away from her.

FAMILY.

THEIR PARENTS NAMES : david ibbson , josephine pink ( those two are her biological parents ) , adriel alexander. THEIR SIBLINGS NAMES : felix pink , babel alexander , abigail ibbson , arwen ibbson. FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY : probably fishing with her dads ? it was a big thing in their family and they ate a lot of fish to avoid hunting. it’d often be a whole family outing and they’d drag josephine along even though she hAted it and was always cold and wore like twelve layers and then eliza taught the twins when they were old enough and !!!! idk man wholesome shapeshifter family fun. FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD TOY : well bc of the vast number of siblings she had , nearly all her toys were shared ( and then lost , broken , washed away in the sea ... ). she had her own gameboy which was AWESOME and felix had one too so they would share games and play together a lot that was cool. also each kid did get their own spade , like a proper nice metal one and eliza loooved that. hers was red and a lil too big for her when she got it but still whenever they went down to the beach n were making sandcastles she would do all the digging and leave the actual Making to the others ( and she dug a good few holes in their tiny patch of garden in protest from being brought home at dusk ). EMBARRASSING STORY : she really doesn’t get embarrassed a lot tbh ? i mean she does dumb things or makes mistakes but they tend to turn into either funny stories , bad hangovers , or Serious Emotional Trauma so lmao. idk tho i literally can’t think of a single one apparently eliza has been spared the emotion of embarrassment in general wtf. FAVOURITE FAMILY MEMBER : felix. HONESTLY , ok , she really does adore her entire family and misses them sooooo fucking muuuuuch it hurts me to think about it but. man felix has always been her closest friend and the purest lil ho ok they’ve supported her sm and made her passionate about things she’d never even care about and. god when they were in london felix was her entire fucking world ok she loves them s o mu c h it makes me so sa d they’re not in her life she’d be so much happier >:| A STORY ABOUT THAT FAMILY MEMBER : exCELLENT ok i’ve so briefly mentioned this in another post but !! so felix has been v attached to the lgbt+ community and their queer identity pretty much forever and when they moved to london felix was going to every pride event they could FIND and the entire gang was dragged along to pride every year. highlight of felix’s year. and THEN this one year. so the gang are just out and about the night before the parade and they sorta split up so think nothing of it when felix and a couple of the others aren’t home the next morning. BUT just before they’re about to leave one of the missing ones comes running back saying felix is at fucking hospital.

turns out that last night they’d met a drag act that was performing this morning and had been invited to join so. felix got their drunk ass in 10 inch heels on stage at like 11am that morning. and fell flat off and broke their leg is now in fucking hospital. the gang is literally about to leave and are super disappointed but eliza’s like u know what nah which hospital they at. drags the gang around there and storms in to essentially break felix out ( who is of course still hammered and , like , crying with happiness at seeing them there ). they cover up their half - done cast with glitter and rainbow face paint and CARRY THEM all the way to the parade. felix gets the best view of their life sitting on top of everyone’s shoulders and is generally adored by the parade crowd. best pride ever , man.

WHAT THEY PREFER.

COFFEE OR TEA ? probably tea if she had to choose ? SHOWERING IN THE DAY OR NIGHT ? normally like 4am when she’s all blood - sticky Gross :/. TAKING BATHS OR TAKING SHOWERS ? showers but nice bath bomb baths are ok. TV OR MOVIES ? ehhhh tv i guess she doesn’t really watch either which i Detest her for. WRITING OR READING ? reading. but even that is only like , reading on the tube if she’s been recommended something recently. PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC LOVE ? platonic. romance can succ. ICED TEA OR LEMONADE ? iced tea she’s a starbucks ho. ICE CREAM OR SMOOTHIES ? ice cream om g she’s end ur life for a flake 99 any time of day. CUPCAKES OR CAKE ? cupcakes all the way. BEACH OR MOUNTAINS ? B E A C H.

FAVOURITES.

SONG : idk it changes every few months / couple of years depending on new releases , but there’ll always be songs she has amazing memories of ( esp from when she was in a band with felix ). forgive & forget by the kooks is up there rn. BAND : bastille !!! she likes a lot of sorta ‘ indie pop ’ but bastille is her forever fave. OUTFIT : her aesthetic is a weird bit between Very Normal and Indie Art Ho and also varies a LOT depending on face. her fave is probably a big - ol vintage teen , high ponytail and skinny or mom jeans. and always sneakers jfc. she has a couple of pairs of converse that are worn THIN. PLACE : the seaside in general , but the coast where she grew up in kent is heaven for her. she’ll never go back for the fear of it , or of seeing her family , but she aches for it , man. MEMORY : there are so many from her childhood and time with the gang. new year’s sitting on the beach in the dark with her family , all freezing and watching the fireworks over the sea ... skipping school to try out for band competitions with felix and playing on stage ... fucking sitting in mcdonalds at 2am with the gang playing drunk irish snap and making the employees join in ... dude i’m sad she really enjoyed shit before everything went to bollocks ok briNg eliza back her fa Mi l y !!!!!! PERSON : now her family’s gone ... she ain’t got one lmao. MOVIE : she doesn’t really like movies i hate her i hate her i hATE HER. SHOW : same as above idk ?? she quite likes house n greys anatomy n trasy medical dramas like that. she’ll watch whatever people are raving about tbh.

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