#if anyone listens to these pleaseeeee tell me what you think pretty please i would offer my soul to have people listen to music i like

[denzartriste]

Some good french music i like :D

Tu m'connais trop bien by Gab Bouchard - the vibes are genuinly so great i cant recommend it enough.

Papaoutai by Stormae - Such a bop, the lyrics are great and clear to understand if you want to sing along to it

Dans l'eau de vie de l'arbre by Le Vent du Nord - SO GOOD!! Vibes, such good vibes even if you cant understand a word.

Evangeline version originale by Annie Blanchard - !!!!Beautiful and tragic and so sad and heartbreaking. About Evangeline getting seperated from her love, Gabriel, from the british deporting the acadians from acadie. (fictional characters, real event) cannot recomend it enough its so good.

Coton ouate by Bleu Jeans Bleu - A good song and a good time, might not be to everyones tastes but if its to your tastes you'll really like it. The sounds of it make me happy

J'ai manger trop de patates frites by Bleu Jeans Bley - Fun, similar to the one above but still somewhat diffrent in vibe, kinda.

I wish Americans fucked with more foreign music. You don’t have to know the language to appreciate a good record. Folks in other countries listen to our music and don’t speak a lick of english. Music needs no translator

[solarpearl]

LA LA LOVE BOMB!

genshin boys (xiao, tartaglia, kazuha) x gn! reader. headcanons. idol au but YOU’RE the idol! ♡s & ↻s appreciated!

notes: STREAM TALK & TALK. i digged this out of my archives so its pretty badly written but.

xiao

knew from the beginning but doesn't really care! he doesn't like hanging out around mortals so keeping your relationship on the down low is easy for him.

regularly asks you to let him listen to demos or work in progress tracks. tries to give Professional feedback but realises his short lived career on soundcloud may not be that impressive afterall.

will deal with people to come see you live! somethings different about seeing you do what you love in the flesh & you wink at him so win-win (he doesn't like the fainting fans around him though, but he supposes it is inevitable as you are so lovable)

once bought venti along & jokingly said that he could date you. venti laughed in his face & told him you were too good for him and he was being delusional. he sulked all the way home and you had to comfort him LMAO.

regularly streams your comebacks. wakes up at ass thirty to vote for you on music shows. your biggest fan tbh.

boasts about his signed albums. places it in a glass case and if anyone tries to touch it he’s hissing at them. he even has a personalized message from you and they can sell it over his dead body.

makes zhongli choose his bias from your group and if its not you he gives zhongli the cold shoulder for a whole entire month. please help peepaw he literally just picked the first person he saw.

fights regularly with ganyu about theories. he’s OBVIOUSLY right because he’s dating you! it doesn’t matter that he hasn’t heard a peep about it from you and only found out you dyed your hair the day before the teasers dropped, he’s SPECIAL.

“your recent fic about y/n was really bad, i would know since i date them. they don’t even talk like that anymore, it was just their shitty company making them do that. are you an ACTUAL y/n stan or do you just think they’re hot LMAO”

tartaglia

used to have you on his wall but he didn’t even know who you are. your poster was a freebie from his album he just put it up to cover up the hole he punched in the wall from not getting his bias’ photocard.

tears it down once you two start going out. he's taking this secret to his grave (unless his siblings blab, which, trust me, they do.)

thinks you're much more beautiful than the poster. he tells you that your pictures don't do you justice and likes to cup your face to look at you closely and sobs because you’re too pretty.

would defend your honor irl. would throw hands at antis, especially if they are anti-you. thinks you deserve the world because of how hard you work. has ten sock puppet accounts ready on twitter to bully a 12 y/o kid off the internet if he has to.

regularly trends on twitter because for some reason he screams your name every time you're on stage the loudest. once screamed 'i love you' while you were talking & all the fans think the 'i love you too' you said was a joke but it isn't.

enters your live & spams comments to try to get your attention. 'STEP ON ME' 'UGHHH YOU'RE SO HOT' 'BARK BARK GRRRR' ‘SEND ME AN AUTOGRAPH' 'I LOVE YOU' 'SAY TARTAGLIA PLEASEEEEE IT MEANS I LOVE YOU IN SNEZHNAYA'

he gets reported. he cries the entire night because his account got suspended for spam.

kazuha kaedehara

literally did not know for the life of him. help him.

he spotted you writing lyrics. and he thought you were finally into poetry like him. helps you complete your lyrics & is content until you ask him if you can use it in a song.

says yes because like he is supportive of your dreams ^^ until he hears his lyrics on venti's radio & is like 'wait i wrote that'

tentatively asks venti who's the person on the radio. venti almost crashes the car & breaks a friendship because someone has the nerve to not stan [y/n]????

goes on an internet deep dive & comes out a changed man. he's impressed with basically everything. from the dance to the singing and especially the lyrics.

he even catches your reference to the maple leaf in one of your love songs. even if it wasn't about him, he still feels his cheeks heating up.

shyly asks you whether you want help w lyrics for your next album!! you gladly agree but he has to go by a pen name (he doesn't mind! he thinks it wonderful that his writing is getting sung in a beautiful voice like yours)

the type to try not to buy merch but he hangs around the store & oogles your merch like a lost puppy until he finally caves.

DEFINITELY carries a photocard, maybe not on his phone but in his wallet.

[storyofmychoices]

One More

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal’s Orphanage Series]

Characters: Mal Volari, Daenarya (F!MC, human), a bunch of OC children (Ovisa, Rayden, Fienna, Lydo) Book/Pairing: Blades of Light & Shadow [Mal x F!MC] Rating: General, Fluff

This takes place after Blades Book 1 at Mal’s orphanage. I started this (and many other stories) months ago and have been waiting for the right time to post. I never imagined my orphanage would be canon. 

Synopsis: Mal loves telling stories of their adventures, and the kids love listening to them. Will he tell them one more? What story will he tell?

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“Please, Mr. Mal,” Ovisa pleaded, her dark eyes twinkling even in the darkness as the group sat on the roof the orphanage enjoying the warm summer night under the stars. “Just one more story!” 

"Yesss, one more pleaseeeee?" A chorus of children begged, clasping their hands together their little lips quivering at their request; each of them inching closer, their anticipation growing.  

Mal attempted to suppress the smile twitching on his lips. “Tomorrow is another day. Time for sleep.” 

“But we’re not tired!” Rayden protested, crossing his arms and digging further into his spot in the group. 

“Me either,” Ovisa agreed, matching the slightly older boy’s posture.

Daenarya wrapped her arms around Mal’s, leaning further into him as they sat together. She shrugged softly, suppressing a smirk, “I think you’re outnumbered, Mr. Magnificent... One more story! One more story!”

The children cheered repeating the chant until the reformed rogue threw up his hands in defeat. He held out his finger, “Just ONE... not like the last time when I said one more and you ended up with two!”

“I want the mermaid story,” Fienna requested, playing with her long dark hair that Daenarya had just finished braiding with beads they had got at the market earlier. “I hope someday I can be a mermaid.” (They hadn’t had the heart to crush her dreams of being a mermaid.)

“No, the one with the pirates!” Rayden jumped to his feet, slashing his arms through the air with an imaginary sword. 

His brother Lydo stood to meet him, “a duel you say? En garde.” The other children watched in merriment as they battled with their imaginary swords. 

“Look out! A Grobtar,” Rayden cried, pointing his blades toward Mal. “We must work together to save our crews.”

“Charge!” Lydo called as they rushed Mal.

“Okay, you two, settle down!” Daenarya held her hand up instinctively to keep the boys from getting too close, the other hand caressed her swollen stomach. She knew Mal wouldn’t have minded, but she was a little closer than she would prefer–too many flailing feet and arms when their battle would inevitably end up in a tickle fight. “I think all of those stories might be a bit too active for this time of night!”

“I have just the story.” Mal leaned forward toward the children. “A long time ago, we were invited to this fancy-schmancy masquerade ball. We got all dressed up to blend in with the uppity elves…. Miss Daeny couldn't stop talking about how handsome I looked in my costume. I had to remind her to focus on our mission!" 

She rolled her eyes, elbowing him in the side. 

"I bet she looked really beautiful,” Fienna marveled. “Miss Daenarya is so pretty, like a mermaid.”

"She was perfect; in fact, she was the most beautiful person at the ball," Mal admitted, brushing the back of his hand over her arm. "So, we snuck into the party and spent a while looking for clues and gathering secrets. And, don’t tell anyone, but we also ate cake and snacks before dinner!”

“Hey, how come we never can do that!” Lydo pouted. “I want cake!”

“Our host was very late, and Mr. Mal was very hungry,” He explained. “You always have dinner right on time, don’t you?”

Lydo nodded, “I guess.”

“Well, the best part of the night wasn’t the cake! It was when Daenarya agreed to dance with me.” Mal stood and offered her his hand. He guided her delicately across the roof in step with him as he hummed a song for them. 

Moving may take more effort now, as they danced as three, but when they were together nothing felt more right. Even that night, she knew he was meant for something more than he ever imagined, and now, he was the hero of White Tower, but more importantly, the savior of these children. He saw them when no one else did. She never could have imagined how much love he had to give once he opened himself up to first being loved.

“And then… I did this,” his voice trailed away; he tipped her back slightly, his lips meeting hers tenderly.

A sea of “eww!” and “gross!” met their embrace as the children turned away. 

Mal and Daenarya traded a look before shifting their attention back to the children. “Who’s next?” They questioned, reaching out to catch the children and plant soft kisses on their foreheads. 

The laughter of the children as they ran around the roof with their two adoring surrogate parents drifted like a melody through the once dark streets of White Tower, bringing new life and a light that had once been forgotten

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[babyruthe]

lies within lies

fake dating au/trody fic!!

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okay i made this a while ago but i never finish it,, it was a fake dating trody au but i didn’t really have a plan so i got unmotivated and decided to not work on it anymore but i hope you like what i have!! archie (@governmentassignedbaby) proofread the first half so the second half will have a lot grammatical errors compared to the first half🤟😔 rip im illiterate

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“GUYS!!! Guys, guys, guys! I have a big problem!” I exclaimed as I hastily ran into the green room. Oh, this is bad, really bad. As I gather my breath, I looked to Justin and Harold. Both look up from their activity, Justin was taking selfies of himself and Harold was playing with his Yo-Yo. I think? I must have spooked Harold because he’s currently tied up by said Yo-Yo. 

“What’s up, dude?” Harold questioned while I tried to untangle him. 

“Okay, so you guys know how Tyler is having a wedding, right?”

Justin nodded knowingly. He wasn’t looking at me anymore and went back to his phone, I’m pretty sure he’s looking through filters. Harold looked confused, “Wait, what? I didn’t get an invite.” Oh.

“I’m sure it hasn’t reached your house yet,” I tried to reassure Harold, though he still looked skeptical. “You know me and Tyler are good friends, he texted me the news. And Justin probably heard it from Lindsay and Beth, they have those gossiping date thingies. Is it that right, Justin?” I raise my voice near the end to get the pretty boy’s attention. 

Justin looks at us. I nod my head towards Harold and motion for Justin to agree. “Oh yeah, that. Yes.” Harold still looks sad. 

“Hey, they probably just sent it to Leshawna thinking you guys live together. Take that as a compliment.”

 I can see his face brighten and he mused, “Yeah, you’re right, I’ll talk to her about tonight. It’s date night.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me as I finished untangling him. Being completely honest, Tyler and Lindsay most likely just forgot to send him an invitation. Reminder to self to text Leshawna.

Justin looked sorta amused as he shook his hands up, “So what’s the big problem?” Harold headed to the couch. Great, I have both of my bandmates’ full attention. And I just realized Trent isn’t here yet… Oh well, he’ll have to wait.

“Okay so I maybe, sorta told, just kinda, perhaps havetoldSierrathatI’mbringingadatetothewedding.” I unintentionally closed my eyes and brace myself for their questions. But nothing comes? I opened my eyes to see two puzzled faces. 

“Dude, what.” Justin blankly states. 

I let out a deep breath, “Okay, Sierra texted me this morning and asked if I wanted to go to the wedding.” Justin looked bored and Harold.. looked Haroldly. “Guys! Like we go together like a date or something.” I started pacing around the room.

“And that’s bad because?” Justin countered. 

“You don’t understand, I don’t want to go out with her. I don’t want to date her!”

“You act like I don’t asked out by tons of girls every day, just ghost her. Duh.” And... he’s back to his phone.

“I can’t. We’re both going to the wedding, duh!” I narrow my eyes at Justin. Also, I can’t ghost people. What? It makes me feel bad. 

Harold stands between us, “Chill.” I soften my glare. Justin still looks annoyed, at least he’s still listening. “So what are you going to do?”

My eyes wander, “I told her I have a date already.”

Justin’s eyes widen and Harold turns to me so fast his glasses almost fall off, “WHAT!” Justin is (really badly) hiding his laughter.  “Guys, that’s why I need your help!” I cry out. “Justin, you laughing doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Sorry but you dating? That’s hilarious.” 

I can’t retort anything back because Trent finally gets here. “What’s hilarious?”

“Cody getting a date for Tyler and Lindsay’s wedding,” Justin explains smugly. 

My face heats up, “Guyssss! This isn’t funny!” I’m getting so nervous my voice cracks. Great, more of a reason for Justin to make fun of me.

“Woah, what? You have a date for the wedding?” Trent looks at me questioningly as he sets down his guitar. 

I plop on the couch and huff out, “No.” I put my hands in my face and sigh. Loudly. I can still hear Justin giggling. I hope Justin can tell I’m suFFERING! 

“You need a date for the wedding?” I feel a weight next to me, Someone sat next to me. I crack my eyes opens, Harold got a chair from the other side of the room is now sitting in front of me while Justin is to my left, wiping tears from his eyes from all of his laughing. Jerk. Trent sat to my right, waiting for an answer. 

“Yes, I need a date.”

“Oh.” He’s thinking. He has this thinking face where he pouts and his eyes are scanning the ceiling for some sort of answer. “What about Sierra? She likes you right?” 

I lean back into the cushion and groan. “Sierra asked him out and he told Sierra he had a date so he doesn’t hurt her feelings.” Thank you, Harold. I always liked you the best. 

“Dang.” 

I stared at the ceiling tiles. “Maybe I don’t go to the wedding?” Ew, I hate the words I just said but maybe I should… 

Trent bumps my shoulder, “Tyler is looking forward to seeing you and Lindsay loves you. You have to go.” 

“Ugh, I hate that you’re right.”  

He gives me a tense smile, “I’m sure there’s a website or app where you can hire a girlfriend for the day. Or days?” Right, he never talks about it but Tyler is super rich. He joined Total Drama for “fun” but stayed for Lindsay. His parents own a bunch of hotels, resorts, and cruises. Plus he’s an only child, so of course, they spoil him and make his wedding at some fancy resort in Dominican Republic or something. All their guests get to stay the week there. Man, I really want to go but I need a date. Please help me, gamer gods.

“I can’t. I told her I’ve been dating someone for a while and Sierra knows everything about me, she’ll know if I hire a date. I need someone I already know.”

“Why did you tell her that?” Justin smirked. I hate those perfect white teeth.

“I didn’t mean to, she just guessed so and I panicked and said yes. I’ll show you.” I reach for my phone, it dings. “It’s Sierra.” 

Justin mumbles, “Speak of the devil and she shall appear.” Which, to be fair, is kinda true. 

“She’s asking who my date is, hmmmmm.” I tell I’m busy with practice and silence my phone. I’ll deal with her later.

“So who can you ask, Noah? Y’all are friends, and I’m sure he’ll begrudgingly do it.” Trent contemplated. 

Justin just had to add, “if you do all his work for a month.” 

“Dude, not helping.”

“Thank you, Trent. At least someone is nice.” I look at Justin. He huffs at me, drama queen. “But that won’t work. I already asked him but he’s going with Alejandro.”

“Gosh. Noah and Alejandro, huh. Don’t they hate each other?” Harold chimed in.

“Yeah... their relationship is weird. They’re not official yet, so don’t tell anyone- I’m talking about you, Justin. Or I’ll tell you-know-who that you still like her.”

“Whatever,” he retorts. But I notice him putting his phone down, I’m glad I have some power over him.

“Okay so, Gwen?” Trent offers.

“Nope, she’s dating Zoey.”

“Beth?”

“Umm. No, that’s like dating myself but girl me. Plus she’s got that hot boyfriend.”

“Heather?”

“Pfft, how believable is that?” Justin blurted.

“Hey hey hey, if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.” I ranted. I guess I can’t go, or tell her the truth. But I’d rather not go.

Harold gets a text, he takes a quick look and slightly pales. “Sierra is texting me? I never gave her my number…”

“Welcome to my world. So what does it say?”

“She wrote a whole essay. But it’s basically about she thinks one of us is dating you?”

“Ew.” 

“Always the nicest, aren’t you Justin?” 

Harold scrolls through the massive text, “Yeah, she said she had theories about a secret relationship in the group. She’s also crying because, and I quote, ‘the knowledge I possess is too hurtful and I have a Cody shaped hole in my heart.”

I look around to my bandmates, sure, I can’t choose Harold, but maybe one of the others will agree.

“Wait, forget I told you that last part, Sierra just asked me to not tell you. Oops.”

“Nevermind that, she might actually be onto something. Justin can you pleaseeeee pretend.”

He gave me a once over, “Like I’ll be seen with you, there will be photos of this wedding everywhere. No thanks.” 

I knew that would happen, so I turned to Trent. I give him the biggest puppy eyes I can muster. He rubs the back of his neck, “Um... I don’t have a date, so sure?”

 I jump up and give him a big hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!”

He gently pushes me off. “No prob… babe,” he says, stiffly. At least he’s trying. Justin winces at the poor attempt at a fake relationship.

“If this is really going to happen, you guys need lessons on dating,” Justin states confidently. “Meet at Cody’s place tonight at 5 for dinner and dating tips. And no, you don’t have to come, Harold.”

While Harold is relieved, I’m not. Noah has plans and I can’t have them over. “What about Trent’s? His place is way better.”

Justin looks at me judgingly. I sighed in defeat, “Noah has a date with Alejandro.”

“Yeah, let’s just go to my place.” Trent gives me a small nudge and smile before advising we actually practice. Tyler asked us to play a song at his wedding, we couldn’t say no. Well, Justin can, but he couldn’t say no to money. 

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I’m standing in front of Trent’s apartment, carrying an assortment of ingredients. At the end of practice, Trent told me he had no food at his place so I felt obliged to get him some. He’s going to pretend to be my boyfriend, getting him some food as a thank you gift seems reasonable. It’s also understood that I come over earlier so we can cook dinner, I think? This fake boyfriend stuff is hard.

I knock on his door and wait. After a minute I knock again, and the door quickly opened up to a tired Trent, “Sorry I was taking a nap.”

He’s hair is… everywhere. I give him a small smile and tap the top of my head. He gets what I’m trying to say and pats his hair down. It’s not fully fixed but it’s good enough. I give him a thumbs up and a wonky grin as he invites me inside. 

Trent headed to the bathroom to work on his hair. “Where should I put the groceries?” I called out.

He stuck his head out and pointed to a small table on the edge of the living room. I set the bags on the table and pulled out one of the chairs. My chair was lopsided, I didn’t realize but I started to swaying slightly as I waited. Trent exited from the bathroom and went towards me. “Hey, what’d you get?”

“I got all the stuff to make some lasagna. Plus whatever else was on the list,” I told Trent as he unpacked the groceries. He picked up a tub of cookies and cream ice cream, looking amused. “It was on sale.” I mean if you were walking by your favorite ice cream and it was a 40% sale you would buy it too. 

“Was this on sale too?” the other boy murmured as he held up a plastic container of rainbow sprinkles. 

“Maybe…”

That made Trent chuckle. All in a day's work for the Codemister. We quickly put up items and started cooking. Not to brag but I'm a pretty good cook. Although Trent is better than me, so he’s in charge for the most part. 

Before long me and Trent are waiting near the oven as the food cooks. The room fills with a nice aroma. Trent has this really sick record player and has a small collection of records. He has a bunch of random indie bands, some date way back, and a few classics. Some old jazzy music played softly as we tried to kill time. Trent was reading some article on his phone, like a loser. It was something about bees I think… I kind of zoned out because I was playing minecraft on my phone. I was hella stoked when minecraft got cool again. 

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I look up to the sound coming from the door, I watch Trent’s backside already heading towards the front door. I watched Trent answer the door, before I know it I hear a small explosion. In those few seconds I was distracted, a creeper decided to show up and blow me up. Luckily, like the pro gamer I am, I’m still alive. I quickly save and close out of the app to greet the new guest, Justin. 

“What’s for dinner?” 

I point to the oven, “Lassaga!” Justin opens the door to the oven and looks on approvingly. 

Trent collects a few plates and hands them to me, “Help me set up.” I place them on the small table and take a seat as Trent gathers cups, “What do you guys want to drink?” 

Justin sat down as he responded, “Do you have sparkling water?” Trent turns around and rolls his eyes. “I’ll take that as a no, I’ll take a coke.”

“I’ll take water.” I like sodas but I can’t have a lot of them, it makes my tummy feel weird and gassy.

Trent comes back with drinks so now class is in session. Sometime between learning about Trent’s brothers and talking about my pet rat in great detail, I love my rat baby, dinner was served. And eaten fast. Justin wants to go to the main thing I dreaded, physical touch. Sierra is… nice and all but she’s way too touchy. Ever since I met Sierra I’ve been more and more closed in and rather not give physical affection to anyone. I mean other than my pet rat, but he likes to bite fingers so I don’t hold him too often. The most I do it give quick hugs, even the thought of handholding is nerve-racking. 

Justin was going off on the importance of being comfortable with your significant other, “if you and your partner don’t look at ease with each other, no one is going to believe you. You got to really sell it. Since Sierra knows you guys have been dating for a few months she’ll expect some action. At least holding hands, it kinda makes sense if Cody doesn’t want to kiss yet.”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“You’re a loser, you probably haven’t kissed anyone. Other than Sierra, she doesn’t count.” I feel my cheeks burn up, I hate that he’s right. 

“So how should we become believable?” Trent speaks up, the only one with a brain cell. 

“Easy, just hang out with each other. A lot. And hold hands or hug, stuff like that. Overall be comfortable in each other's space.”

I peep out, “What if I’m not comfortable?” I never really told my bandmates about my fear of touch but I guess now is as good as a time as any.

Justin, while he looked slightly sympathetic, overall he didn’t seem to care. “You’ll have to over it then. Just pretend it’s that episode where you guys face your fear.”

“Okay small problem, I didn’t get over my fear and exploded.”

“Gotta do better this time.” Justin is acting so pompous, ugh it’s so annoying. 

I feel a light touch on my arm. I turn to see Trent giving me an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry buddy, we’ll take it slow.” I return the smile, I guess I can get over my fear with Trent. 

Apparently, Justin hates it when couples call their partner ‘buddy’ or ‘pal’ or anything resembling that so Trent heard an earful from him. After Justin finished his rant, he promptly left and now me and Trent are cleaning up.

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this is where i left off,, i don’t really want to finish it but i am happy with what i have so i hoped you enjoyed! idk how exactly how i would end it but trody becomes canon and they’re very cute and sierre realizes she’s a creep and stops and life is perfect :’)

[imaginesofeverykind]

Ditch and Date || Teen Sam Drake x Reader ||

Characters: Teen!Sam Drake x Reader

Fandom: Uncharted

Request: Yup! [Can u pleaseeeee do some teen!sam fluff luv u♡♡♡]

Prompt: You are a typically nerdy girl, glasses and all. Life for you is pretty average at school, home and work with one exception, you are best friends with Sam Drake so life with him is anything but average. 

Tags: @rafeadderall @missdictatorme @dragonjedihobbit @shararogers @delicrieux (Message me if any of you want to be tagged in post to get notifications of when I update) 

Word Count: 2,127

A/N: Shit this is real cute 10/10 love Teen!Sam. He is just so cute and I want 12 of them. 

School had been a drag, it always was, it seemed to go on forever. Despite your incredible intelligence you always reverted your attention elsewhere, but because of this intellect when it came down to doing in class tests, assignments and exams you could breeze through them. Your ability to not listen yet maintain high grades pissed your friends off but they still loved you unconditionally. 

Upon meeting Sam, your parents and even teachers scolded you for throwing away such intellect by staying up late, running amuck with the only person in your life that made you feel some sense of excitement. Weary at first when you met him at a bookstore, he marched right up to you to tell you that the book you were reading was ‘bullshit’ and gave you a better book to read. Needless to say, the two of you got on like a house on fire. 

That was one encounter that made you smile when you thought of it, you being your bumbling self had no idea what to say when an attractive boy walked up to you...voluntarily... You always attracted the strange ones, but not Sam. Sure, he was strange in his own way but he wasn’t like any other guy that came up to you before. 

You remained in the middle of the classroom where the Advanced Math teacher droned on and on, today you were meant to start basics on quantum physics, given that it was only just a high school advanced math class they couldn’t delve too deep into the topic. 

Your mind was elsewhere, in fact you were thinking about Sam and the two of you would be doing tonight. Your parents had enough of telling you to stop sneaking out so they stopped bothering, knowing that this was the only thing you did rebellious unlike your older siblings who would party on school nights and go to exams with hangovers. 

Your gaze wandered from the cheesy math posters strung up on the walls to the windows on the opposite side of the class. You had clear view of the carpark just off to the side of your school and your eyes widened upon seeing a familiar figure leaning up against his motorcycle. Raising your hand immediately all eyes fell on you, as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose the teacher finally acknowledged you. 

“May I go to the bathroom please.” You had asked politely, you teacher sighed and nodded, she was stern with her words, “make it snappy Y/N we have a lot to cover.” You stood up and nodded, turning to one of your friends, “look after my shit for me will you?” they grabbed your arm to stop you from walking too far, “wait-wait, your ditching? Y/N you could get into serious trouble.” 

“Maybe I am, but my rides here and if I have to listen to Mrs.Quantum-physics-is-the-meaning-of-life any longer I just might shoot myself.” You whispered, gently taking your arm away from your friends grip and walking out of the classroom. Your heart beat fast as you passed the toilets completely and made a bee-line for the front doors. 

Double-checking that there were no teachers, you made a break for it and sprinted out the front doors and over to the car park, being mindful that you didn’t pass any of the windows. You waved to get his attention, he stood up from leaning and waved to you, “C’mon!” 

You shook your head, but gestured for him to follow you as you continued to walk away from the school building all the way until you reached the main road. He followed your lead, his motorcycle purring louder as he neared you. “Hello stranger.” He grinned pulling up beside you. “Fancy meeting you here... speaking of how did you know where I went to school?” 

Sam never picked you up from school, visited you or any of the sort as you never mentioned it to him before. He shrugged, a grin on his lips, “eh, I followed you this morning.” He admitted shamelessly, today in particular he was aching to do something and couldn’t wait until the evening. “Should I be flattered or creeped out?” 

“Both, now hop on.” He patted his seat for you to sit, you just laughed and obliged. The feeling of ditching and getting into possible trouble slipped your mind once you wrapped your arms around him and he kicked off the stand. “Where are we going?” You asked, pushing up your glasses. “Not sure yet, I’ll figure something out.” 

Pulling out on the road you hummed in content, feeling the cool breeze on your cheeks and blowing through your hair. Sam smiled to himself, ever since he met you, things for him didn’t seem so bleak. He was forced to grow up at a young age but being with you made him feel like an every day eighteen year old who only had slight problems to deal with. 

Problems like how to tell a particular person he had feelings for them. That person being you. And you coincidentally shared the same problem. Sam hadn’t driven very far, but he ended up stopping at the harbour just shy of the boating docks. It wasn’t overly loud but there was thickness to the noise echoing up the river from freighter ships not too far down. “You took me out of school to bring me to the harbour?” You poked fun at him, hauling yourself off the bike. 

“Hey, i’m pretty sure you’d prefer it out here than back there.” He retorted, kicking out the stand and stepping off the bike, his hair a mess from the wind and his nose red from the cold breeze. You laughed and walked up to him, fixing his thick locks to where they usually were, He sighed happily, loving the feeling of your hands through his hair. 

You noticed the smile on his face and his closed eyes, he always had loved it when you played with his hair. His eyes opened upon feeling your fingers move away, “wanna go for a swim?” he asked, a cheeky grin on his lips. You raised your eyebrows and eyed him, “it’s freezing out, besides that river is not sanitary, there’s probably waste and litter in it, I don’t feel like contracting any disease from it.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s fine, i’ve done it before.” Sam coaxed you, making you laugh and shake your head, “just because you’ve done it before doesn’t mean it’s alright to do it again... besides I don’t have any change of clothes.” He grinned at you, “I’m not hearing a No.” Of course his words made you smile, if anyone in the world got you to do anything outside your comfort zone it was Sam. 

His beautiful eyes looking pleadingly at you, because he too knew that he had the power to convince you to do anything. He exploited that sometimes but he’d never make you do anything too illegal, or if you were really uncomfortable he knew when to stop. It was scary sometimes, how easily you crumbled under his words and pleading gaze. 

It was similar to scolding a dog, they’d look at you like they committed the worst crime in the world and just want to love you. That’s exactly what it was like saying no to Sam. Your nose scrunched as the cogs ticked in your mind, you were most definitely not going to disappoint him, considering not once has he ever disappointed you. 

“Fine.” you gritted, deadpanned and glaring at him, he bounced up and grinned, it was hard for you to stay mad at him especially seeing his lopsided grin that made your knees weak. “You owe me, big time.” You pointed your finger at him but a sly smile crept up onto your lips as you started to strip off your clothes, and take off your glasses. 

“Uh.. w-what are you doing?” He stammered, trying to revert his gaze elsewhere from your clad body, you were just in your underwear now and you put your hands on your hips, “I’m not getting my clothes wet.” He chuckled nervously before doing the same, stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs. 

You hadn’t quite thought your idea through enough, your were freezing and now upon seeing Sam you couldn’t look at him without blushing. Stepping to the edge, you peered down at the river water, you couldn’t believe you were about to do this. “Don’t think about it.” Sam’s breath hit your exposed neck, he was standing right behind you, and although it was definitely in Sam’s nature to just push you into the water you trusted that he wasn’t going to. 

“Trying not to - this was your idea y’know.” You rolled your eyes and turned your head, surprised that he was a lot closer than you thought. He chuckled, “Oh I know, but I’m waiting for you to get in.” You folded your arms and eyed him, “Is that so?” 

“Because if you don’t get in first I know you wont get in at all.” He was right, you were more than likely to stand around complaining than getting in if you didn’t get in first. “How about together, huh?” He suggested, you nodded in response and returned your gaze to the murky waters. His arms snaked around your waist before he pushed off without warning, the both of you dropping into the freezing cold water. 

“h-holy shit, that’s cold - that is really really cold.” You stammered, the coldness making you seize up. If it weren’t for the cold waters you most definitely would’ve blushed furiously at Sam’s arms around your bare waist. Sam however at laughed and pushed his flat wet hair out of his eyes. “If I wasn’t so cold I’d kill you Sam.” You grumbled, splashing water at him, your teeth chattered from the cold and your lips were tinted with purple. 

“Oh c’mon, it’s not that bad!” He exclaimed swimming over to you, a grin on his face. His warm hands gently gripped your upper arm and he looked at you with slight shock, “christ Y/N your freezing.” You scoffed and splashed water into his face, “no shit sherlock, it’s cold!” He laughed at your angry outburst, “hey maybe if you get angrier you might warm up.” 

“Ha ha, you’re actually so funny Sam.” You sarcastically grumbled, hugging yourself while your teeth chattered some more. He still laughed, he did feel bad for you but he also knew you were low key enjoying it. “I know I am... c’mere.” he gestured for you to come over to him, you reluctantly moved but instantly relaxed in his warm embrace. 

You blushed once you realised you were in Sam’s embrace with only your underwear on. Your hands rested on his bare chest and he simply looked down at you his eyes softened, he had hoped you couldn’t hear or feel how fast his heart was beating. The idea seemed a lot better in his head but executing it he couldn’t shake the nerves off, why would did he think that he wouldn’t be awkward with you practically naked and in his arms. 

Maybe it was his chance to make a move, finally show you that he’s had feelings for you for a while. He contemplated and the thought seemed to increase his body heat. You looked up at him with a smile, your teeth no longer chattered together as you started to heat up again, “what? What are you looking at?” 

“Your eyes are really pretty.” He whispered, he never truly took notice of them, after months of hanging out and usual shenanigans he never once noticed the colour of your eyes and how bright they were. “It’s taken you how long to notice that?” You smirked slightly, and even more upon seeing his flustered reaction. “N-no, well... I mean... your glasses -- I just never really looked at them before...” He stammered, making you laugh. It was like music to his hears as always. 

“What’s funny? I-uh..ah -- screw it.” Sam as flustered as could be leaned down, not caring that his blush was the most obvious thing in the world and pressed his lips onto yours. You flinched slightly, shocked at the gesture but soon kissed his warm lips back and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was relieved when he felt you kiss back and pulled away, resting his forehead on yours and a grin on his lips. You smiled up at him, a blush clearing your cheeks. 

“You think we could continue that somewhere else, preferably warmer.” You whispered at him, he chuckled, “I don’t mind, as long as I’m with you.” He said sweetly bringing a hand up to your cheek and caressing it. 

[artificialqueens]

Dreaming of You (Shalaska) Chapter 1 - Kate

AN: Hieee! This my first submission (i’m sorry). I would love to see what you think about it so feel free to send feedback. If you love Shalaska you probably will agree - WE NEED MORE FLUFF! So this is to all the hopeless romantics out there! Hope you enjoy. xx

It was around 10 pm, the LA sky was clear and the moon was shining brightly into Justin’s living room. He was sat on the floor with a big box of photos and old stuff that he had left in a small closet in the hallway. Justin was surrounded by photos of him and his siblings, friends from Pittsburgh and old pictures of him and Aaron. He was staring at one of the photos, remembering how much fun him and Aaron had that day. Then something came over Justin, his chest tightened and he could feel a weird feeling in his stomach. A feeling that he felt every time he would think of Pittsburgh or Aaron, well mostly Aaron. He missed him. Justin’s eyes started watering, not knowing how to deal with it. He picked up his phone and called one of his closest friends, Willam.

“Hey boo, what’s up.” – he heard that Justin was struggling. – “Tell me, please.”

“It’s happening again.” – Justin said as he shut his eyes trying to fight the tears.

“Just take a deep breath and don’t worry about it. Do you want me to come over for the night?”

“I can’t fight the feelings anymore. It’s making me crazy!” – Justin hangs up the phone. It didn’t make him feel any better but at least he was calm now. He went over to the bathroom to wash his face. Justin was sat there looking in the mirror. “Why are you doing this to yourself” he thought.

Twenty minutes later he was already in bed trying to block everything out of his mind and just relax. He got a text but he ignored his phone. Then he got another one and another one, and another one. He picked up his phone to see the message app blowing up with texts.

W: Lasky, are you feeling better? W: Girl don’t ignore me. #notcute C: Alaskaaa :( Willam told me are you ok? W: Miss Thunderfuck, pick up the damn phone! C: yeah we are worried W: ALASKAAAAA W: Text us now!! A: I’m here and I’ll be better if you don’t spam me. C: sorry, just wanted to know how u doing A: Fine like always. W: Hunty don’t lie C: willam u are such a dickhead W: Why? How is she gonna overcome this if we don’t push her C: true A: Guys, stop. I said I’m fine. Night xx C: goodnight <3 we love you W: Courm, you should #rupaulogize to me W: Good night Alaska TEXT ME WHEN YOU WAKE UP! xo

Justin turned his phone off. They all had a show together tomorrow, plus some other queens. Sharon would be there too. Justin didn’t really think about it, he was just going to hide his feelings under the makeup and the wig. Everything would be fine as long as he doesn’t talk alone with him. He couldn’t get Aaron off his mind but why? Why now, why after all these years, why after he thought he was finally okay. Why was Aaron okay and he wasn’t? A lot of thoughts went through Justin’s mind, from nights in Pittsburgh with his boyfriend to now, the lonely nights in Los Angeles. For the last 3 years, both Justin and Aaron had changed a lot. Justin stopped smoking, he didn’t drink as much, maybe only one glass of beer when he was out with friends but nothing more.

Alaska was more famous than ever, bookings everywhere around the world and now known as the queen of queens, winner of All Stars 2. But just because you’re famous doesn’t mean your life is perfect. Justin was terrified. He didn’t know why after 3 years he still felt nothing but pure love for Aaron. Alaska and Sharon had a lot of shows together lately. They were getting closer and closer as the years passed by but the problem was that it wasn’t romantically. Justin had been beating himself up with emotions and feelings. He knew it was wrong but it felt so right. It felt right to be in love again with the only person he knew how to love, Aaron.

The next day everyone was at the theater by 4 pm. Aaron was stuck in traffic which is normal for LA. He was looking at his social medias while in the taxi and accidentally tapped on a fan account. It wasn’t just a fan account, it was an account for Sharon and Alaska. He was surprised how many followers it had, how many people were hoping for them to get back together, how many hopeless romantics were out there, just like him. Justin had told Aaron he still loves him for him but that was years ago, and he was pretty sure they were both drunk. He was so fascinated by how many pictures of him and Justin were out there that he didn’t even realize he arrived at the destination. Aaron stepped out of the car, grabbed his suitcase and went inside the theater. Everyone greeted him with hugs and smiles. He placed his things on the table in front of him and started to get ready. Most of the girls were already tucking or fixing their wigs for the rehearsal. There was a burning desire in Aaron’s heart to see Justin. He wanted to have him so bad, even just for 2 seconds. He would do everything for one last kiss. “Soul mates” he thought and smiled in the mirror. He was starting with his makeup and then he heard some of the other queens talking about Alaska behind the wall.

“I honestly feel so bad for her. She is such a strong person and to see her so sad over a thing that ended nearly 3 years ago it’s just breaking my heart.” – Adore was whispering because she didn’t want anyone to hear her conversation with the other girls but it was too late.

“Alaska is strong. Her love for Sharon will always be there tho, even if they don’t get back together. We just have to be there for her otherwise, she’ll collapse and who knows what will happen next.” – Courtney was trying to be quiet too.

Aaron was shocked. After all these years could it be that Justin still had feelings for him? All Aaron knew, for now, was that he had to talk to Justin at the right place and time. He didn’t want to make things more awkward between them. Think about every show that they have had together since their break up, did he really felt this way all the time? Aaron was really confused.

Justin appeared in the room with half of Alaska’s face on. Aaron smiled at him, stood up and gave Justin a small hug. His chest was like a magnet that didn’t want to pull away from its other half.

“Lasky, hey. How are you?” - Aaron smiled over the taller queen’s shoulder.

“Good. It’s nice seeing your face again, it’s been so long since we’ve done a show together.”

They both pulled away from the hug. Justin didn’t want to pull away. He wanted to stay in Aaron’s arms forever. It’s like all the problems they’ve had in the past didn’t exist. Just warmth. Aaron’s smell reminded him of the lazy days of their apartment in Pittsburgh, he closed his eyes and remembered them cuddling on the sofa while binge watching horror films or Golden Girls. Justin snapped out of his daydream to continue his conversation with Aaron.

“You’ll see my face most of the time for the next couple of months, you know touring and all that.” – Aaron smiled.

“Yeah” – Justin stopped for a moment, gazing into the other queen’s eyes. – “You know what, I should better go get ready. I don’t want Bianca to go all crazy on me for being late, again. See you around.”

“Sure, see you around.” – they both sounded a bit confused in their answers. Justin looked fine but there was something different in his voice, he was hiding something. Aaron knew him a lot better than Justin probably thought. He knew that there was a secret. Could it be true what the other queens were talking about?

Justin felt broken. He didn’t know why everything went well in rehearsals and when they talked. It wasn’t a lot of talking. He had to get a way of saying how he feels and there really wasn’t. He could ruin the whole friendship they have and that they worked really hard on after the breakup. Everything could go down with the 3 words that have been in his head for years, “I love you.” These words were so horrifying but so pleasing at the same time.

“I want to change my act. Now.” – Justin walked over to the people organizing the tour.

“You can’t change it now. We already rehearsed your other one for tonight. There are only 4 hours left until the show starts!”

“I have to, please. It’s really important. I know all the words to the song I want to sing instead. I’m just not gonna need the dancers. Pleaseeeee.” – Justin put on a puppy face that no one could resist.

“Pfff, okay but you have to start rehearsing now. We don’t have lots of time before the meet and greet.”

“THANK YOU!” – he screamed happily.

Aaron had just finished rehearsing his act with some other queens.

“Well, you look excited. What’s up?” – both of them smiled.

“I just changed my act. Nothing really that important, I’m just going to sing another song and not have the dancers.” – Justin didn’t want to put his head up because he knew if he did he’ll jump in Aaron’s arms or maybe even worse.

“Good luck then. Can’t wait to see it.” – Justin smiled and looked up to see Aaron winking and walking away to the backstage.

Justin bit his lip, he was nervous. He had not performed this song so much lately. He put his headphones in so he could listen to the song. It wasn’t going to be anything big really but it meant a lot to him.

After the meet and greet, the show started as most of the girls would perform before Alaska. When her time came to go on stage, she was nervous. Rubbing her hands together, fixing her hair and taking deep breaths to calm down. She was wearing a long black dress with lots of sparkles so when the spotlight hit her through the fog on stage, she’ll be the only thing people see. She stepped forward going on stage as the people cheered her with a “Hieeee”. The lights and the screen went off, the fog started appearing on the stage as the spotlight hit Alaska in the center of the stage. The music started as she closed her eyes and held the microphone.

“Alright… the stars of the LA sky tonight are shining…” – Alaska opened her eyes as the audience screamed. She didn’t really perform “Killer” it was a quite sad song. It was obvious that the song was about Aaron, everyone knew it was. Justin didn’t want to hide it, he didn’t care. As he started the more spoken part if we say it that way, he saw Aaron looking at him from the side of the stage. They couldn’t take their eyes off each other.

“Time, wasn’t there seem to be enough time…” Justin’s eyes started watering as he pulled the mic off the stand and collapsed on the floor.

Aaron felt his pain, his heart breaking into little pieces; he could feel every tear that Justin was holding. He hadn’t felt this in a long time. Justin was good at hiding his feelings but when it came to Aaron, he was like an open book, sometimes even too easy to read. The song ended, Justin stood up and left the stage immediately, running through Aaron like a ghost. He followed him in his dressing room. Justin had put off his wig and heels, he was trying to get his corset off. Tears running down his cheeks as the makeup had started to smudge. Neither Aaron nor Justin knew exactly what had happened on stage.

“Lasky, a-are you okay?” – Aaron was stood by the door as he closed it. His eyes had started to fill with water just by looking at Justin having a breakdown.

“Why do you care anyways? We haven’t spoken in weeks and just because we are doing the tour together doesn’t mean it’s going to change anything.” – Justin looked at him. Aaron tried stepping closer but then stopped, he didn’t know what to do or say in this moment. “You don’t care about how I feel, do you? We are just Sharon Needles and Alaska Thunderfuck, the exes from drag race. You know what, it hurts. It hurts to see how much better you are without me. I hurt to see that you’ve moved on and I’m stuck with my feelings. It hurts that I still love you, Aaron.”

Aaron had no words. He had tried to keep his tears but it was too late. He hated seeing Justin like this. Justin was there sitting on that chair crying with his head in his palms. Aaron knew words will only make it worse; he quickly hugged Justin as both of them had tears running down their faces.

Sitting there in each other’s arms just like before. Justin could feel his heart calming down, that warmth he felt earlier this day felt even stronger. They sat there for a long time. Haven’t been able to express how much you love someone for years was a really hard thing to do, especially if you are soul mates. Oh and as for the other queens, don’t worry most of them were looking and listening through the door lock.