#it’s especially pissing me off because THE EXTRAS ARE IN WIGS!!!!!

[usergrantaire]

sir where is your wig

[snarkwrites]

ssw | juice ortiz ; when he can't go any deeper | m

Notes:

Okay so here's the thing.. This is a bit of a glimpse into the future / what if for a fic I'm about to start writing.. well, re-writing. Despite me knowing jack fuckall about strip clubs / exotic dancing / how to describe someone giving or getting a lapdance or pole work, I got the idea to have Hazel working two nights a week in a club, idk why.. Anyway.. The idea wouldn't leave me alone so here we are, loves.

Also.. I'm no longer just dipping my toes in the filth pool anymore. I went all in with this, oops rip. If anyone wants me to actually write the fic I have in mind for this... Pls.. I beg.. LMK.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

kiss me up against the wall // moan my name as you come // when he can't go any deeper. - those were all the inspiration / prompts for this.

Fandom / Character:

Sons Of Anarchy / Juice Ortiz x Teller Morrow!OFC, Hazel

Fics Hazel can be found in:

None..Yet.

** the one I've used her in is being discontinued to do a rewrite.**

Warnings:

No minors, full stop. There is NSFW / adult content ahead. If you're underage, this was not meant for you -nor should you be reading this. If you choose to stick around after my warnings, this is strictly a you thing and it's not my problem or fault.

If you choose to go on and read this, these are the things present you need to be aware of: stripper!ofc - I admit.. I really am not too sure on how strip clubs operate, so.. if I'm wrong, sorry. lap dancing. thigh riding. body fluids tw. unprotected sex. That's pretty much it.

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I swear I wanted to melt into the floor when I happened to glance out in the crowd and see Juice Ortiz sitting in the back with his eyes glued to the stage. I froze where I stood behind the curtain peering out and for a good five seconds, I heavily contemplated just bolting out the back door of the club.

But if I did that, I’d be out of the killer tips I’ve been told I could get dancing at this place. I wouldn’t have an outlet to express myself freely, either.

,, I had to know this would happen sooner or later. Charming is a small town and the guys from Samcro do come to this club. Even taking the audition and showing up tonight was me, taking a huge risk… So I had to know this would’ve happened at some point if I actually get the gig.” the thought came and I took three deep breaths. The hope was that I’d center myself.

Spoiler alert… it did not happen.

But I did catch sight of a brunette wig. And I convinced myself that between the wig and the dim lighting and the fact that Juice was so far away from the front of the club where I’d be dancing on the stage, he wouldn’t figure it out.

I’d just finished putting on the wig when the club owner cleared his throat and nodded to the curtains in front of me. “You’re up, kid. Do this right and Tuesdays and Thursdays are yours. Fuck it up and you can forget ever getting a chance to try again.”

I scoffed at him for a second or two but he stared me down, humorless.

My favorite Motley Crue song began to play and I stepped through the curtain. Out onto the stage and just as I did, I happened to see that prick AJ Weston and the guy who bought one of the shops downtown making their way to the table right in front of me.

My stomach dropped.

Those cold and emotionless eyes locked on me and he smirked. Nodding to me and leaning in to the shop owner. His best buddy or whatever. I don’t try and keep up with whose pissed off my father day by day, so I didn’t exactly know names.

All I did know was that for whatever reason, my mother’s scared to death of AJ Weston. She thinks she hides it, but she doesn’t. And my mother is not a woman who scares easily.

Suddenly, my biggest worry wasn’t Juice sitting in the back of the club anymore. It was the prick sitting right in front of the stage. I strutted out on the stage, not bothering to make eye contact with AJ Weston, no matter how hard I could feel him staring at me, willing me to do so. I tore off the cropped leather jacket I wore over my favorite red lace bra and after twirling it in the air a time or two, I tossed it onto the stage, hitting the floor. Writhing. Arching my back and crawling around, whipping my hair around to the song playing. I kept away from the center of the stage because I did not want to lock eyes with AJ Weston. I literally had zero desire.

The crowd was starting to get into it. I started to feel that rush like I used to feel when I danced in Las Vegas. I completely forgot about AJ Weston, thankfully. And what started off as a bumpy dance got smoother. Even more so when I found myself searching the crowd. Finding Juice in the back and locking eyes with him. That seemed to cut out a lot of my nervousness.

My hands drifted down my body, and I caught myself pretending they weren’t my hands but Juice’s. Just the thought of him feeling me up, his hands pinning my hands over my head. Pressing into me. The way he’d feel strained against those baggy jeans when he bucked against me in the heat of the moment. I used my dirty mind to fuel the dance. Letting my hands wander down to the waistband of my leather pants, working them down.

The crowd was really getting vocal now. They usually do when the clothing starts to actually come off. My stomach fluttered nervously when I locked eyes with Juice in the back of the club and I actually saw the way what I was doing on stage was affecting him.

He sat up a little straighter in his seat. Spread his legs a little. Squirming around. He nursed a glass of whiskey and his eyes wandered up and down my body slowly. When I hit the floor and started to writhe around, my back arching and my ass up in the air, he bit his lip. Watching intently. Rubbing his chin in thought.

Out towards the front of the club, right in front of me, I heard AJ swearing. Laughing out loud. I wanted to strangle the asshole, especially when he really got started with all his stupid filthy commentary as if he were mocking me, as if he were somehow better than this place even though he was willingly sitting here, of his own volition… But I went back to blocking him out. Focusing all my attention on Juice all over again instead.

Imagining what I’d do if I truly had half the nerve. What I’d let him do to me if I weren’t so damn afraid of falling in love with a Samcro man.

Because if I were going to love one, I’d choose him. Hands down. If I were ever to settle, I’d want to settle with Juice Ortiz.

My song was nearing an end. My dance was slowing down. I made my way up the pole again, grinding it as I inched up it. Slowly. Seductively as I could... Eyes locked on Juice the entire time as I flipped myself upside down and started to wind around the pole, spinning slowly with my arm outstretched as the other arm gripped the pole to hold myself. And just before the official end of my song, I dropped to the ground, crawling away from the pole. Towards the front of the stage, bolder. Getting closer in the hopes I could at least get a little better look at Juice’s face because I was dying to see the expression on it right now.

I smirked in his direction and gave a teasing wink as I pulled myself off the floor and slunk towards the red velvet curtain separating the back of the club from the front.

“Stormy Knight, ladies and gentlemen. If anyone wants the VIP experience, find Vinnie.” the announcer called out over the rowdy crowd. I was just about to reach for the doorknob on the door that lead into the dressing room when a throat cleared behind me.

“Not bad, kid. If you can bring that every single Tuesday and Thursday, gigs yours.” the club owner was standing there, smirking. He almost looked like he felt bad for doubting me in the first place. He added casually, “Had three guys come to me about VIP dances. I usually leave all that to my girls to work out. That’s extra dough in your pocket, makes no difference to me. I know half of ya have extra mouths to feed.”

I eyed him, my mouth falling open.

“Three guys? Like.. altogether?”

“No, no.. Two were together. One was by himself. Belonged to one of the MCs. Just do me a favor and at least attempt to obey club rules, kid. Don’t go gettin knocked up on the clock.” the man laughed and I took a deep breath.

At best, I figured that the biker in question was probably one of the Mayans I’d seen sitting towards the middle of the club.

I was pretty damn sure I knew exactly who the two men were and after mulling it over because it seemed as if my new boss was awaiting a decision from me, I decided I wanted no part of the risk of having to give AJ Weston and his slimy friend a private show.

“I’ll take the biker tonight, man. I’m not feelin up to a three way.”

The owner nodded and mused thoughtfully, “Good idea, kid.. That one guy out of the two of ‘em looked like his elevator didn’t go all the way to the top floor. I’ll go get your biker and bring him back. You got room 3. That was Gina’s old room.” before walking away, disappearing out into the front of the club again.

“Please god… at least let it be the J.D Pardo look alike if it’s one of the Mayans.” I muttered to myself, not daring to get my hopes up that it’d be Juice.

A throat cleared from behind me. I nearly shit myself when I heard Tig Trager mumble with a laugh, “Okay Ortiz. Go get your girl.” before walking away. I did not dare turn around until I knew Tig was long gone.

“Stormy, huh? That’s one hell of a name, baby girl.” he mused aloud.

I turned around slowly. Found myself body to body with him. He was staring down at me intently, licking his lips. Chuckling as he shook his head and leaned in a little closer to whisper, “Does daddy know you dance, Hazelynn? Because if he’d been here… Seen all that…” he fanned himself and gave me a teasing smirk.

My mouth dropped open.

“How? How’d you know?” I stammered out.

“I saw your car parked outside… Life pro tip, princess.. If you wanna keep this a secret, I’d suggest parking around back. Or catching a ride. Because your car? Kind of hard to forget.” Juice’s hand settled on my hip and he pulled me just a little closer. His eyes dipped down, settling on my lips, a quiet groan coming when his intent stare made me lick my lips and fidget a little.. Melting against him a little before I could stop myself from doing it. Giving a sheepish laugh as I glanced up at him.

“Your secret’s safe with me. Relax.” he chuckled. He must have felt how tense my body was as I pressed against him. I let out a shaky breath. Parts of me wanted to ask the logical question, if he came here a lot, but also, at the same time parts of me definitely didn’t want to know. Those parts of me knew that if I did ask and he said he did, I’d get just a little jealous. Because it already happened whenever I’d see him at the bar and he’d have Croweaters flocking to him.

“Guess I owe you a VIP.” I teased gently, nodding towards the door with the gold star and the black number 3 painted on it. I reached down, grabbing hold of his hand, starting to lead him in the direction of the room.

“If you don’t wanna do this…” Juice frowned slightly and acted like he was going to walk away, but I stopped him. Made him look at me.

“It’s fine. It’s part of the job.” I gave him a reassuring smile as I opened the door to the room, stepping inside. Letting him step inside.

He closed the door behind him and we found ourselves body to body all over again. He muttered quietly, “Confession… I saw that Weston asshole and his idiot friend talking to the owner about a VIP dance with you so I went over and offered more money.”

Between the goofy little shit eating grin he gave me as he said it and the fact that he did that because he knows the guy creeps me right the fuck out, I was blown away. Before I could stop myself, I rose to tiptoe, gently pressing my lips against the corner of his mouth. “You’re an actual angel come to Earth, sir. You have definitely earned that dance.” I muttered softly as I pulled back to look up at him.

He bit his lip and my eyes followed the movement helplessly.

If I thought I was making myself wet on stage with my own dirty imagination, it was nothing compared to how wet I got when I locked eyes with him and realized that he was fully aware that I’d been staring at his mouth like a proper idiot.

I stepped close to him again and placed my palm on the front of his cutte, gently shoving him so that he settled in the chair right behind him.

Right away, his hands went to my hips. I lowered my hands, pushing his hands back down as I shook my head. “No touching. Club rules, Juice.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, sorry.” he gave an awkward laugh and I giggled softly. Sinking down into his lap slowly.

Maybe I was slightly exaggerating out in the hallway when I told him I could do this and made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. The second I settled in his lap and started to grind against it, I could feel myself dripping just a little more. I rose up slightly and he sucked in a breath. His knuckles went white with the way he was gripping the arms of the chair. His eyes were absolutely glued to me and I smirked. Teasing a little. Acting as if I’d take off the cropped leather jacket over my bra only to pull it back up.

The third time I did this, he growled quietly. Bucked himself against me. When I whimpered and grinded myself down harder against his lap, he muttered in a heated whisper, “You feel what you’re doing to me right now, baby girl?”

Oh. I felt it alright. The way he strained at his jeans, cock still twitching and growing harder and harder. The little friction I was allowing myself wasn’t enough. My cunt was throbbing and I was getting so wet that I was pretty sure when I finished giving him his lapdance the poor guy was going to have a wet spot on his jeans.

“Mhm.” I answered in a daze, leaning in so that my lips brushed against the shell of his ear and my tits rubbed right against him. He whimpered and bucked into me all over again and when I slipped out of his lap, he frowned. I hit my knees, parting his legs. Staring up at him from where I kneeled on the floor and he shifted in his seat, gripping the arms of the chair tighter when I started to rise up. Swaying my hips side to side. Leaning in. Rubbing against him as much as I could get away with. Oh, I was definitely using this little VIP dance he paid for as an excuse to do as much touching and teasing as I thought I could get away with.

All those urges to touch him I normally kept at bay were finally being allowed free reign and it felt so good.

I settled on his lap again. He let out a long and shaky breath and we locked eyes. He was staring at me like he wanted to ask me something or he wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure how.

“What’s up?” I asked quietly.

“Nothin, it’s nothin.” he said it quickly. Too quick. I gripped his cutte and pulled him in closer. My mouth inching dangerously close to his as I muttered against it, “Whatever you want to say, say it. Trust me. I can handle it.”

“Okay, you asked for it.” he muttered. After a second or two of staring at his lap, he looked up at me again and asked quietly, “Did you wanna dance for me?”

“I got the owner to come get you, didn’t I?” my heart was beating faster. I thought it’d jump right out of my chest. I did my best to play as cool and casual as I could but every single part of me wanted to tell him that dancing was not all I wanted to do for him.

“I know that… what I mean is.. Forget it.” he went quiet. Looked down again and I gripped his jaw, making him look up at my face. “Eyes up here, Ortiz.” I teased gently, my smile falling away when I saw the serious and somber look in his eyes. I scooted away a little, an attempt to give him some space. Settling myself over his thigh instead of fully positioned on his lap as I had been.

“Talk to me.” the words left my mouth in a whimper as I pressed myself right against his thigh, rocking my throbbing sex back and forth over it. Getting wetter and wetter with each second that passed. And the ache. Oh god, the ache. I was on the brink of frustrated tears. And I couldn’t break down, I couldn’t act anything less than totally professional, because this was my night job and I was on the clock but God.. did I ever want to.

He spread his legs wider and took a deep breath. Trying not to touch me, but I could tell with the way he kept raising his hands only to put them back down on the arm rests of the velvet covered chair he sat in that he wanted nothing more than to do that very thing.

And the thought of those hands on me had me flooded in a split second. If there was any doubt before that I’d leave a wet spot behind on his jeans at the end of this dance, there wasn’t going to be by the time it was over.

Anticipation and desire had my stomach coiled tightly. I wanted, more than anything, to be able to pick up with this back home… Behind closed doors. Just him and I.

But I knew that tonight was most likely just going to be an awkward little secret. Kept between two friends. And it bothered me, because I wanted so much more than that but I was afraid to cross lines and let myself have that… I doubted it was even an option anyway because I just didn’t think Juice even saw me like that.

Sure, we flirted now and then, but nothing ever came of it.

God, did I want it to.

This heavy tension seemed to settle in all around us and I picked up on it. Juice groaned quietly, and after he nearly broke the no touch rule again and very nearly reached out to grab hold of my ass and rock me against his thigh faster, I leaned in.. Pressed against him as I continued to grind against his leg and muttered against his ear, “Most guys put their arms behind their head… Til they’re used to not being allowed to touch.. They get verbal too…” my words hitching in my throat, rushing out over each other breathlessly.

He raised his hands, locking them behind his head. Sprawling back against the chair. It seemed to help ease the tension built in his body too, because I felt him sort of melting into the chair a little and I smiled.

“C’mon.. Tell me what you want me to do.” I coaxed, fixing my eyes on him and biting my lip when I immediately found myself getting sucked far too deep into his gaze.

“Touch yourself.” he muttered. Raising up a little. Leaning forward. “Touch yourself for me, baby girl… Like you were when you were dancin out front.”

I let my hands wander.

They were shaking slightly and I just hoped to God that it wasn’t noticed.

Juice took a few shaky breaths and bucked a little in the seat. “Come closer.. Get on my lap.”

I moved so that I was straddling his lap and the way his cock strained against his jeans and I tried to stop myself, but as I started to rock myself back and forth over it, I whimpered quietly. My breath caught in my throat a time or two and my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to beat out of my chest.

“I normally don’t buy dances if I come here.” he muttered quietly, shattering through my own current internal struggle.

Knowing this relaxed me a little. It was obvious he didn’t just going off the way he acted, but.. I still wondered. Some guys like to pretend it’s their first lap dance because it gets them going.

I’m not here to judge anyone.

I mean.. I have a good paying day job as a legal assistant and here I am.. Dancing two nights a week whenever I can find a club to take me just so I have some form of release.. Just so I can feel intimacy that for whatever reason, I tend to deny myself in reality.

I almost asked him why, but I remembered what he told me out in the hallway about outbidding AJ because he knew the guy scared me. And I stopped myself, even though parts of me hoped there was more to it than that.

My hands moved over my chest and I rocked myself over him faster. My breath catching in my throat as I felt myself rushing straight into an orgasm I’d been trying like hell to hold back the whole time we’d been in the VIP room.

I could feel my body burning up under his gaze and he leaned in again. Muttered breathlessly against my ear, “If you’re nervous..”

“It’s fine.” I pretended to brush it off. I acted as chill about doing this for him as I possibly could.

“Turn away.. I wanna watch you movin from behind, baby girl.” he muttered. The request caught me by surprise a little, but I kind of realized that he was doing it more for me than for himself.

I did what he asked, turning in his lap so that I faced away. My eyes caught his in the reflection of the mirrored wall in front of us. As I started to rock my ass over his bulge, he growled quietly. Bucking himself up into me. Biting his lip as he did it three more times. Muttered in a lust filled daze “Fuck yeah, baby girl.. Work that ass.”

Just the way he said it had me dripping all over again.

“Faster.” he panted, bucking himself up into me all over again. Harder.

I tried not to, but I found myself imagining that he was taking me from behind. A fist full of my hair and my tits pressed right against the mirrored wall in front of us. And I rocked myself back and forth over his cock, pressing down even harder. Moving even faster. Almost close to a blinding orgasm.

“Fuck.” I swore quietly.

Juice sat up in the chair. Pressing his chest into my back. Muttering against my ear, “ Did you wanna dance for me like this?”

“Juice, I told you already.” my head fell back and my eyes fluttered open and shut. I squeezed my tits and rolled my hips faster. My breath came in short pants because I was so close to an orgasm that I was throbbing. He was leaning in again to whisper. “What I mean is if this wasn’t your job.. And it was just me and you… Would you wanna..” he rocked himself against me all over again. Harder. With more urgency as he swore under his breath and muttered that if I kept it up, he was going to come all over himself.

“ Turn around facin me.” he panted, his lips brushing against my ear and sending a shiver rushing through me. I turned back around in his lap to face him. Raising up a little. Teasing him by putting my tits at level with his mouth. Squeezing them together before lowering my hand. Toying with the waistband of my leather pants. Teasing him like I’d take them off.

“ Tease.” he pouted up at me.

“ That’s kind of what you’re paying me for right now, Juice.” I gave a soft laugh as I tucked a finger beneath his chin. Pulling his mouth dangerously close to mine. He licked his lips in anticipation and when he did, his tongue brushed right against my mouth. I whimpered helplessly.

And I just barely kept myself from exploding.

“You’re tensin up on me, Haze… Somethin wrong?” Juice asked quietly.

Looking at me as if he were bracing himself for something bad to be said.

By this point, I was so caught up in the moment, in the way it felt to grind myself against his cock and get out all these long denied urges to touch him to my hearts content.. It slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Honestly? I’m a breath away from coming and this never.. Ever… happens to me when I’m givin a private dance.” my words came in a breathless rush and as soon as I realized what I’d just said, I lost my groove for a second or two. Slowing down. Trying to pull myself together.

Hoping to God that I didn’t just make things awkward for him and I in the future because I’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all.

His mouth opened and closed and his hands gripped the arm rests again. Tighter.

“Do you know how hard it is for me? Feelin you dancin on my cock like this? Knowin I.. Knowin that this is probably as close as I’m ever gonna get? Fuck… If I were ever lucky enough to have you all to myself, baby girl...”

His words caught me by surprise. My heart fluttered a little and I swallowed hard. Going still in his lap just to stare at him.

The lights getting brighter and the music in the room going quiet had both of us jumping apart. I realized that probably meant my time in the room was done and before I could give myself a chance to back out, I slipped off his lap and held out my hand to him.

“ C’mon.”

He eyed my hand and took hold of it, standing. I practically drug him out of the room and then down the hall. Out the door and into the back lot behind the club. Once the door was shut behind us, I started to pace in front of him. Just trying to put it all together.

Torn between continuing to fight what I felt for him and caving in.

When he stepped in front of me and placed his hands on my upper arms, staring down into my eyes intently, something in me snapped and before I could stop myself, I had his back pressed against the door of the building. My hands caught his, holding them over his head as I rose up slightly and crashed my mouth against his mouth.

Devouring. Hungry.

At first, he didn’t really react. But when the shock cleared and he realized what I was doing, he came alive. I melted against him and he growled into my mouth, deepening the kiss. Teeth latching onto my bottom lip and tugging until I felt it starting to bruise. I let his hands go and they were all over me. Settling on my ass. Rocking me up against him and making me whimper and dig my fingers into his shoulders. I couldn’t melt into him any more if I tried. I was so exhausted from trying to hold back in more ways than one at this point that my filter was totally shot. I rocked myself against him clumsily, a begging and needy whine filling the space between our mouths as the kiss broke when I just couldn’t hold it back.

“Do you know why I almost got off giving you a lap dance? Do you know what you do to me, Juice? I.. I tried so hard not to fall for you and yet.. Here I am.”

He blinked in shock. For a few seconds we stared at each other, panting for our next breath. Neither of us saying a word.

Then he bent and scooped me up. Started to carry me towards the end of the alley where he’d parked his Dyna Glide.

I didn’t do or say anything to try to stop him. I didn’t want to.

I’m so tired of keeping him at arms length. I’m tired of fighting the way I feel.

He sat me on the back of his bike and I grabbed hold of the front of his vest, pulling him down. Pulling his mouth down against mine all over again because I just.. I was needy. I craved him on this level I couldn’t even begin to get my head around.

His bike came to a stop in front of his apartment building and he got off. Scooping me up all over again. Stopping just outside the doors leading into the building to grope and kiss me. Letting his lips stray down the side of my neck. Sucking a mark deep into my skin. I clung to him and begged breathlessly, “Juice, please..”

Neither of us was really stopping to think. I didn’t want to.

I wanted him.

More importantly, I wanted to be with him. And tonight just proved to me that I couldn’t fight it anymore.

The whole time he was trying to unlock his apartment door, he kept fumbling with the keys. Rutting right against me. Stopping to kiss or touch me. When he finally got it unlocked, he stepped through the door and stepped over to the couch. Tossing me down onto it gently. Following close behind. Pressing himself down into me and snapping his hips against mine, making me whimper. My whimper echoing off the walls of the quiet room. I reached down between us, tugging at the hem of his white t shirt and he rose up, pulling off his vest and tossing it at a chair nearby. Then pulling his shirt off and tossing it too. It settled on the floor in front of the chair. Then he was pulling me up. Tearing my bra away and tossing it out into the room. My hands lowered, tugging at the waistband of his jeans and he bit his lip. Gazing at me for a second or two with this look of lust and adoration in his eyes. Savoring the moment and what was about to happen.

Because it’s been building for a while, apparently. I just focused so damn hard on keeping myself from caving in and letting myself have what I wanted, with him, that somehow, I missed all the signs.

“Baby, c’mon.” I begged.

The term of endearment slipped out.

He gave me that little smirk. Rubbed his chin in thought as he let his eyes wander.

He worked his way down my body, using his body to part my legs. He worked my leather pants down my legs and I kicked them free at my ankles.

His fingers caught in the thin strap of my panties and they came away with a quiet tear. I tried to get him out of his pants again and he lowered my hands. Slipping off the sofa. I watched intently as he teased me, pouting about it. Begging.

I needed him buried inside me. Fucking me. Slow. Deep. All night long.

His pants fell to his ankles and he kicked off his boots and then kicked his pants free from his legs. When he dropped his boxers, I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on the way his cock stood at attention once it was free from fabric. He was pressing himself down into me all over again.

His mouth roaming over my tits. Tongue teasing my nipples as my back arched away from the sofa and I rocked myself against him. His free hand settled between us, circling his thick cock. Teasing it between my folds and making me shiver and cling to him. Try to rock myself against him urgently.

And then he buried his cock inside me. Shallow at first. Going still to let me adjust to him. I felt like I was being split in two and the feeling had me whining. Nipping at his chest, at any patch of skin I could get my mouth on just so I could muffle the way I wanted to scream his name at the top of my lungs.

I rocked into him clumsily and he growled quietly. His hands going down to my hips. Holding them still as he started to pound me harder. Deeper. So deep he couldn’t go any deeper. When he bottomed out, I dragged my nails down his back.

“Not yet, baby girl. C’mon, hold out just a little longer for me.” Juice coaxed breathlessly as his hips crashed against me with a bruising pace. I begged for release, on the verge of tears. The more I begged, the more he’d slow down. Stop to kiss me or leave marks on me. Torture.

Slow, steady and deep torture.

“You gonna moan my name when you cum?” he questioned, slamming his cock deep into my womb. Going still and capturing my mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. “ God. You’re so.” he panted, snapping his hips against mine, cock pistoning in and out of me with steady deep thrusts, “So fuckin wet I can barely stay in. Fuck. Shit. Shiiiit, baby girl. I wanna cum so bad.”

“Juice! Ah, -ah fuck. Right there.” my back arched away from the couch and my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me weak and dazed, clinging to him as I tried desperately to keep up with his pace, spent. Dripping. My walls vising his cock and clenched around it. Tears flooding my eyes because holy fuck, all I’ve wanted for the entire time was to finally be allowed to let go.

Juice stared down at me from above, a soft gaze. He caught a tear as it made a black trail down my cheek. Chuckling quietly. Going still to pepper kisses soft against my mouth and then trail them down the front of my throat. When he started to move again, he muttered against my lips softly, “It’s okay, baby girl. I got you. I’m right here.” as he pistoned in and out, the wet sloshing sounds accompanying each thrust he made seeming to make him move just a little faster. His hands were all over me and all I could really do was lie there, pinned beneath him. Whimpering his name as I tried to come down from the high. Stare up at him softly as my mind spun, replaying every single thing that led us here, to this exact moment.

“Oh fuck. Fuck baby girl. You want it?” his hips stammered, smashing against mine in a bruising pace and his words were swallowed by another hungry kiss and I nodded. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he did. Striking against my throbbing g-spot a time or two and growling, biting. Locking his lips against my neck and sucking yet another big,deep mark into soft flesh. The warmth of his release flooded me, making me whimper. Overfilling me, because I could feel the excess slowly leak down. Puddle beneath me on the sofa.. I bucked my hips against him greedily trying to take it all because I wanted it. I needed it. I craved him so badly I couldn’t have put it to words if I tried. He leaned into me heavily, panting for his next breath. Spent. A fine sheen of sweat gathered on our bodies. I grabbed hold of his face and pulled his mouth against mine. Our foreheads pressed together and he muttered quietly, “Mine?”

“Yours.” it shocked me when the word bubbled out. It shocked me because a, I was saying it and b, I meant it. With everything in me. As soon as I said it, he gave me a soft and lazy grin. Pressing his lips to my forehead. He collapsed onto the couch settling behind me. Pulling me on top of him.

Quiet little soft kisses. Caressing my face as he stared up at me and caught sight of one of the bigger marks he left on my throat, grimacing as he chuckled about it quietly.

“Fuck me. Baby, that was amazing...” I groaned out in a daze, making him laugh and gaze up at me. “Give me an hour, babe.” he teased…

“Careful. I might take you up on that.” I teased back, melting against his body. Letting his arms wrap around me and hold me tight.

[katlivesinthewoods]

Some vaporwave Dandy + some headcanons!

some dandy Dandy headcanons

》Andy is 150% calmer since they started going out. Like Barely Ever Angry

》Sometimes Dan goes from Boyfriend Mode to Therapist Mode and Andy needs to remind him to take a step back

》Dan is the BEST at comforting Andy when he feels dysphoric and is ALWAYS prepared to help, even at 4 am

》They Never fight Ever because Dan is basically a free relationship counselor

》They probably go for ice cream A Lot

》Dan is like 5'10" and Andy is 5'5" - the latter DEMANDS piggybacks, especially while his leg is still healing

》Lots and lots of cuddles!!!

》Dan wears Andy's jersey number RELIGIOUSLY, even if there's not a game that day and after he graduates. Conversely, Andy NEVER wears Dan's but he makes up for it by being the literal loudest person in the crowd

》Whenever Andy has a game Dan writes "KING KANG IS MY BADASS BOYFRIEND" on his chest for everyone to see and 100% screams the loudest

》Dan eventually takes his Supportive Boyfriend Role to the next level when he literally takes on the role of the Westchester Wolf mascot (the extra cash doesn't hurt, either)

At first he doesn't tell Andy because he wants it to be a surprise and everyone's like "wtf why is Chester showering King Kang with all this affection???"

And Andy is still super confused until he hugs Chester after the game and Dan is just loudly whispering "ANDY IT'S ME"

》Ice cream dates!

》Also probably workout dates at the gym! Gotta help support each other

》They always go on bike rides together no matter what time of day or night

》Tom buys them a tandem bike as a joke but joke's on him!!! They use it all the time

》"Enjoy your old people bike, losers”

"Don't worry, we do"

"Wtf you're supposed to hate it"

》Speaking of Tom, he's a very jealous boy (but still very supportive of the relationship) because Andy spends like- ONE less hour a day with him since he started going out with Dan

》Before Andy gets top surgery, Dan always reminds him to take off his binder at 8-hour intervals and change into a non-supporting sports bra before a game or else he'll forget

》Dan is a pretty Rich Boye and helps Andy pay for his T prescription, and Andy is super grateful because he wasn't able to before. And three months in, they're chatting one day and out of the blue Dan just goes "God, your voice is almost deeper than mine already!" And externally Andy starts teasing him about it but inside he's crying and fluffy and soft because Validation!!!

》On top of that he helps pay for his top surgery too and at first Andy REFUSES to accept, but Dan drops the L word for the first time and Andy MELTS

》Once Andy finally gets the surgery Dan kisses his scars whenever he can (once they've healed so he doesn't hurt his boye) because they mean so much to both of them. However, Andy is Very Very Ticklish and has the Most Infectious Laughter Ever so they always end up in fits of giggles

》Dan takes literally every possible chance he can to validate Andy

》There are some Very Rare days when Andy feels absolutely awful and whenever Therapist Dan tries to help, it basically goes nowhere. But one day Andy's just pissed at the world in general and when Dan offers to help Andy snaps at him

》On top of this Andy sometimes has periods of heavy dysphoria where he doesn't believe anything Dan says and it hurts them both but Dan knows that he just needs a lil time to himself (and a LOT of chocolate ice cream)

》ICE CREAM DATES!!

》Andy is VERY particular about his hair - once he does it for the day, NO ONE is allowed to touch it. But then Mister Dan Pierce comes along when they're cuddling and he runs his fingers through Andy's hair and he just MELTS

》They wear cute couple costumes EVERY chance they get. Their top five favourites are:

>Andy as Mario and Dan as Princess Peach

>Andy as Wario and Dan as Waluigi

>Andy as Mermaid Man and Dan as Barnacle Boy

>Andy as Dan and Dan as Andy

>Andy as a dragon and Dan as a princess

》The group with be chilling wherever and Dan will suddenly go "Oh my God you guys I love Andy so much"

"We know, you said the same thing five minutes ago-"

》They move in with each other almost IMMEDIATELY after Andy graduates and their apartment becomes the go-to hangout place for their friend group

》They end up getting like, three BIG doggos

》The doggos are most likely a St. Bernard, an Alaskan Malamute, and honestly probably a Wolfdog

》And after ILB, Tom convinces Harper to let Dandy keep the coyote too, and it takes some time but Dan eventually is able to convince the landlord to keep him 'cause he's basically an oversized pupper

》They basically run a dog shelter and any time anyone comes over they basically Drown in Doggo (tm)

》Andy always has to get his way or Dan will FITE

》And if someone has the AUDACITY to insult Andy in front of Dan, someone's wig is boutta get snatched

》One day they're goofing off and doing that "age and gender" face recognition thing and it says that Andy looks like a 12-year-old girl-

Dan RIOTS, like he's genuinely so upset and Andy is just cracking up because it's hilarious

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANDY"

"KSHSKS YEAH IT IS"*

》Whenever they play basketball Andy keeps "accidentally" messing up, and vice versa with football

》ICE!!! CREAM!!! DATES!!!

》Andy gets hit on A Lot, even when Dan's around, and he gets Super Flustered and Dan is just cracking up before explaining they're together. Sometimes he'll say they're married just to make Andy Extra Flustered

》They 100% dare each other to do a lot of dumb stuff for very small rewards (i.e. seeing who can drink a whole bottle of hot sauce the fastest, blindfolded skateboarding even though neither can skateboard, "hey drink this gross concoction I made" "sure thing!")

》Neither of them can cook but you can bet your ass they both try-

Because of this, birthdays and anniversaries are usually spent at a restaurant while they wait for the smoke to clear out of the apartment

》They actually go on Real Dates like restaurants, beaches, movie theatres, bowling alleys, mini golfing, etc.

》It's 100% Dan who eventually proposes and it's probably when they're glow-in-the-dark bowling and they've doodled all over each other in highlighter so their skin glows. He gets a ring pop from one of those fancy candy dispensers and proposes with that (even though it's their shared least favourite flavour) because he Just Can't Wait

》Their eventual kid 100% becomes a vet because of all the doggos

》And when they do finally adopt it doesn't take long to adjust because Dan is already the group mom and Andy is group dad

》TOM IS THE BEST GODFATHER!!!

》Their kid is Spoiled As Fuck because their dads are literally both renowned in their fields and thus Very Rich (Andy is a big basketball star and Dan probably has three self-help books and a booming therapy business)

》Whenever they need a babysitter the ENTIRE GROUP comes to look after the kid. Shenanigans always ensue

》ICE CREAM DATES!!!!!

[miracvlovs]

✗✗✗   you see [ kaleb yıldırım ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis male ] is up to no good. [ he / him ] has been here for [ five years ] now but they’re still pretty [ abrasive ] which is fine because they’re also [ debonair ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-eight ] year old [ hitman for hire ] actually looks like a lot like [ alperen duymaz ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ strong cigarettes & even stronger whiskey ].

hey, hello, hi, bonjour! s’up buttercups? ‘tis i, your friendly neighbourhood loser chrissie ( a.k.a an irish doofus who is utter plot trash and the actual WORST at keeping track with discord messages, oops ) and i’m super duper excited to be here among you fab human beings! anywho, this is my first kiddo kaleb and he is … how do you say … morally grey. basically his morals are very questionable in every aspect. but! on the plus side, he’s very talented and good at his job even if he is ruthless and callous, oop. he is … the worst and also lowkey messed up inside tbh so pls excuse his blunt and sarcastic nature. plot-wise i’m open to literally anything and everything so come at me with any ideas ya got! i’m always diggity down to spit ball ideas and form some dope connections so pls feel free to invade my ims or hmu on le cord ( chrissie.#9606 ) and we can brainstorm until our heart’s content! if ya wanna, go ahead and light that lil grey heart up red and i’ll shimmy my butt your way for all of the good stuff. anywho, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?

fundamentals.

KALEB EMER YILDIRIM     —     twenty-eight, hitman for hire,   +   one snarky son of a gun   /   troubled dude with daddy issues   /   all issues tbh ! 

aesthetics   ➤   dried blood caked into the grooves of cut knuckles, the lingering scent of smoke and gasoline, silver slivers of past scarring, five o’clock shadow peppering a blunt jawline, discolourations of blue and purple decorating battered hands, a subtle smirk etched upon a devious countenance, calloused fingertips riddled with small paper cuts, dark circles under almost-black eyes, the noise of screeching tires in the middle of the night, a tall stature adorned in all-black attire, ghosts of bruises staining calloused skin green, a scuffed zippo lighter in a pack of marlboros containing only one cigarette, white shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a sly grin under stormy dark eyes, a sniper on the roof of a deserted building, the roar of a car engine, & clenched, white-knuckled fists.

nicknames. kal.

date of birth. november third.

gender. cis male.

pronouns. he + him.

birthplace. manhattan, nyc.

orientation. bisexual + aromantic.

education. bachelor of music degree obtained from manhattan school of music.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, turkish, spanish, & french.

negative traits. haughty, abrasive, enigmatic, cynical, temperamental, calculating, hedonistic, distant, sarcastic, & volatile.

positive traits. adept, diligent, charming, resilient, candid, adept, charming, audacious, determined, & resourceful.

strengths. efficient, energetic, self-confident, strong-willed, strategic thinker, charismatic, & inspiring.

weaknesses. stubborn, dominant, intolerant, impatient, arrogant, poor handling of emotions, cold, & ruthless.

talents. piano, retaining information, memory recall, lock-picking, carjacking, hand-to-hand combat, automobile knowledge, tracking people down, & excellent problem-solving abilities. 

physiology. dark brown eyes. dark brown hair. six feet, one inch tall. of a lean, broad stature with a straight posture and evident height. has a few silvery scars littered across his skin. has a few tattoos in a few less visible places. is ambidextrous.

psychology. scorpio zodiac. water element. slytherin house. entj-a. chaotic neutral. type eight enneagram. choleric temperament. interpersonal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, prescription drugs, cocaine, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and insomnia. his vices are lust, wrath and pride. his virtues are ... honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers   :   infidelity, divorce, alcoholism, drug abuse, cancer, death, car crash, funeral, blood, murder, suicide mention, gun mention, & various references to death and murder. 

a synopsis.   ah, here he is—my tol, troubled, grouchy son : ' ) don't u just adore ur resident trashy, snarky, but precious and sad fuckboi muse? bc i know I DO! anyways, before i digress, i'll cut to the chase. so, waaay before he blessed the universe with his presence, his mother ( who was originally from turkey ) moved to the states where she met one alexander hale. you can probably guess the rest: the pair married, they had children, everything seemed to be going swimmingly, yada yada. here’s a lil background: the hale family—a line of manhattan-born businessmen / lawyers / diplomats etc. they're dripping in wealth, not always as squeaky clean as they portray themselves as to be. kaleb’s dad was a douche, expected both of his sons to follow in his shadow and become lawyers, ran around behind his wife's back: the whole shoot and shebang of a classic a-hole. he always kind of ignored kaleb in favour of his eldest son joshua so kaleb kinda became hard-hearted and resentful due to the lack of his father's attention. skip a few years and he spied his dad cheating on his mother with his secretary though he refused to tell another soul for fear of any potential backlash. soon enough, his mother found this out for herself, their argument ruined his thirteenth birthday party then they divorced soon after. his mother fell off the wagon, became terminally ill—all while his father was remarrying and expecting a daughter with his secretary. it was a hella rough two years for kaleb. it got even worse. eventually, his mother passed away and his step-mother divorced his father to breeze off into the sunset with her new lover; leaving her daughter with her piss-poor excuse of a dad. at this point, kaleb was lonely and angry but adopted the role of his step-sister's protector, shielding her from their father's increasing substance abuse induced violence. just before his seventeenth birthday, his father died in a car crash. of course, he didn't entirely mourn the loss. almost immediately, he and his younger sister moved in with their elder brother who helped kaleb get into university. with dear ole dad out of the picture, he could finally pursue his interest and flair for music. after he graduated, he moved to santa ysabel with his brother and brother's family. in the beginning, things were going fine. yeah, sure, he was struggling for work and felt bad that his brother had to keep him afloat. normal stuff. then, one day, things quickly turned sour in his world. [ TRIGGER FOR GORE, BLOOD, SUICIDE MENTION, GUN MENTION, MURDER, DEATH ] he’d came home to find the locks on the doors busted, advancing into the house carefully only to find his brother’s lifeless corpse crumbled on the kitchen tiles: his throat and wrists slashed, posed as a suicide. of course, kaleb knew better. he knew his brother; knew he would never leave him or his family. upon further inspection of the house, he’d discovered the body of his wife upstairs: a bullet hole between her eyes. [ TRIGGER OVER ] the whole ordeal was enough to turn his stomach but once the sickness had subsided, all kaleb felt was a strong thirst for blood. sure, it was pretty damn stupid to try and seek revenge or whatnot ... but kaleb had always been one to let his heart guide his brain. anyways, time skip now to the moment he’d uncovered his brother’s entanglement with some dodgy loan shark, drug dealing criminals who were responsible for his murder. in the end, he’d hunted them down and eradicated them one by one, over a span of weeks. at first, he hated himself and what his desire for vengeance had turned him into but he kept going until he’d got them all: until he’d grown numb. truthfully, how he wound up taking lives for a living is beyond him. he woke up one day, found himself hired by some big-wig businessman who wanted rid of his business partner and et voilà, he was tangled up in the dark side of existence. i mean, was he blackmailed into doing his first paid hit? yes. but who can blame him? especially when they claimed to have intel regarding the sudden demise of a prominent figure in the criminal underbelly of the city, a.k.a his brother’s killer. it was a risk kaleb simply couldn’t take. he prefers to keep himself anonymous, hidden behind shadows, unsuspecting. death has become a job. nothing more. nothing less. it’s simply the algorithm of his existence: receive a dossier, take care of the target, get paid a hefty lump sum. and all just for enacting a stranger’s revenge in the blood of another. he moves like a deadly phantom, his footsteps light as a feather, whipping through the night like a bullet through a target’s skull. sartre claims that hell is other people. and if you were to stare into kaleb’s eyes—eyes eerily similar to having been cut from coal—you might just see hell and everyone in it staring right back at you. as nietzsche wrote: “ he who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. and if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. ”

random extras.

he has a lot of small scars over his body, most of which he can’t account for or has forgotten about.

owns and drives a black 1969 boss 429 mustang which he loves arguably more than he loves himself.

speaking of, he actually is full of self-hatred so don’t let the haughtiness fool you.

trusts nobody but himself and is loyal to nobody but himself.

has a lot of anger issues so often ends up taking part in underground fights.

he rates around a solid three on the kinsey scale.

is a distant person; closed-off emotionally and prefers to keep himself to himself.

when it comes to whether or not he is morally decent or an extremely bad person, he is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum.

he isn’t heartless but he isn’t exactly compassionate either.

kind of shady but knows how to pass himself as charming. 

has been thru sum shit n seen sum shit so he’s v messed up inside.

though he does have a soft spot for animals and children.

his marksmanship is impeccable.

he’s naturally gifted with firearms and his shot is always on point.

dark eyes and bruised knuckles are his ultimate aesthetic tbh.

actually really appreciates classical music, though he’ll never tell. blame it on his piano lessons from childhood.

speaking of piano, he’s low key gifted at playing although he rarely does these days.

has a very short fuse and can lose his temper quite easily.

he has a good heart and good intentions when it comes to those he actually cares about although he’ll never let this show.

favourite coping mechanism? isolation.

a bit of a lone wolf. he keeps people at arm’s length but acts in a way where people are under the illusion he’s their friend.

basically the tall, dark and handsome trope: ( most of the tall, dark and handsome men display aloof, cold and distant personality but they do have a gentle and caring side. )

is a little snarky and grumpy but if you manage to break this exterior, you’ll find he’s quite witty and easy going.

he got into fighting at a young age. it was the only way to try and learn how to defend himself against his father.

sleep?? he doesn’t know her.

tends to repress his emotions until he explodes.

healthy coping mechanisms?? he doesn’t know them either.

is prone to pushing the self destruct button.

you can find a pinterest board for him by clicking anywhere here.

[kareofbears]

persona 5 royal: my thoughts after finishing it five minutes ago

disclaimer: the only reason im writing this is because 1) i have a lot of thoughts and feelings that i need to write down and if i dont ill explode and 2) i want to be able to find this when p5s eventually drops so i can compare my thought processes. if you do not agree with what i’m going to say, that’s cool! just block me or ignore this post. 

now for the sake of sanity, i’m going to try and narrow down this entire list into chunks because this’ll probably be very very long and very much about me just screaming about stuff that i liked, loved, and don’t like. i will be spoiling both the original persona 5 and persona 5 royal, obviously, so i hope you finished both!

1) Akechi

so yes. Goro Akechi. Everyone’s favorite murderer. I’m going to by spewing a lot of hot takes, and this is probably going to be the spiciest: i am in the most intense love-hate relationship with this brown haired antagonist because jesus christ is he a complicated son of a bitch. I know i’ve complained in the past about how much Atlus often struggles with utilizing a character well, but that does not at all relate to Akechi in any way, shape, or form. 

I’ll say this now: He is a character I genuinely, truly hate, yet he is the one I want to hear from the most. He is someone who is a bad person (yes, he is a bad person) but whenever he comes on screen he makes me sit up, he makes me pay attention to him because that’s just the aura he exudes. He is a character who i would never, ever waste my time defending or justifying his actions, but every minute joker spends with him is a minute i want to stretch out as long as possible because he is just that good of a character. He is interesting, he is well defined, he is smart, he is clever, he is sassy, he’s a motherfucking asshole who’s never had a vibe check in my life and i still hate him. Goro Akechi is what Star Wars wanted Kylo Ren to be, and that allegory may not make sense to many people but it works for me so i’m saying it. It’s to the point where writing akechi in a fanfic makes me sweat because in my opinon capturing the essence of akechi is near impossible unless you know what you are talking about (i do not mean that in anyway to discourage people from writing him, im just saying that I am a coward because i will never be able to write a good akechi). Anyway, bottom line is: i despise him but my eyes are always glued to him at all times.

back to the main point-- Atlus absolutely nailed this character and every single addition they put in for Akechi. I’m so damn thrilled that you actually have confidant hangouts with him because every single time you talk to him, it services not only the plot, but it perfectly does what it is supposed to do: it makes you like him, but also leaves the player slightly unnerved. they do it so casually that I might have trouble explaining it, but bear with me: everytime you hangout with him, he always does or say something that unhinges you just a little bit, it leaves you asking ‘wait why?’ or ‘but how did you know that’ or ‘why are you saying that?’. akechi is constantly playing mind games with you. and not only that, adding backstory to akechi (moreso than in the original) is just fucking fantastic. he’s always been a fully fleshed out character but after playing royal, goro akechi actually exists in my mind, and i still hate him (but also i dont. but also i do. anyway)

2) the ending

just finished the game and this is the point where i am at odds with p5r for the first time. the ending to p5, in my opinion, was flawless; everything was perfect and had meaning. from the shot of akira being shown to not wearing glasses anymore because he no longer feels the need to wear a mask (character development: he was very unhappy at the beginning of the game and now he’s happy with his friends--i love it), to his friends being the one to drive him home (amazing, he left his home town and came to shibuya alone via transit, and one year later he’s now leaving with all of his best friends in a van they rented just so they could stay with him as long as they can--it’s perfect, i love it), and also all of them seeing how large and infinite the ocean is (because now there’s unlimited options for them because they all have a new perspective on life). 

But....none of that is there in p5r. it feels impersonal. no one drops him off at his hometown, he was still wearing glasses, and there’s no grand metaphor about what they all achieved. 

Now, i am not a (complete) moron. I know why they had to change it: it’s because of persona 5 scramble (i think). they wanted to set up a plot for the next game and i feel like thats the reason why persona 5 royal’s ending suffered for it: they were too focused on the next plot that they forgot to focus on the sentimental ending for p5r. don’t get me wrong, seeing akechi in the train station absolutely made me lose my shit and made me scream at one in the morning, but i think they lost the core meaning in doing the other stuff. i did not like the focus on maruki and kasumi (will be talking about them later), cause i feel like it took away from the ending, and i also didn’t like the fact that the whole joker outfit in the reflection thing (but i will be letting it slide since it was during the after credits anyway). So while i do love one (1) new aspect of the final cut scene, i still adore and stan the one from persona 5. 

3) the entire last semester 

i’ll be quick: the final palace? the best palace. fight me. it’s fantastic, it’s innovative, it’s interesting, and most of all, the palace ruler is actually the best one in the entire game and i know i wont be the only one to say this. maruki is not a villain: i know for a godamn fact that im not the only one to say that i almost agreed with his deal of allowing the reality (damn i almost agreed twice) because why wouldnt you?? it’s literally a perfect reality! the only reason i didnt agree is because i knew the game wouldnt want me to agree and would force me to have the bad ending! anyway, i love the last section so much. the palace design is interesting, the antagonist is brilliant (who doesn’t love a morally gray antagonist?), and finally, the payoff of kasumi happened and it made me silent for ten minutes. the entire reveal of her being sumire and kasumi being dead is just so genuinely shocking to me that it nearly broke my neck.

what actually broke my neck was the initial incident for the third semester. seeing everyone in this wild alternate reality made me so unsettled that i literally got a stomach ache. i saw morgana as a human and nearly passed out. shiho in the underground? wig. ryuji saying he’s on the national pedastal for running? literally my eyebrows just popped off my head. fucking WAKABA? FLATLINED. brilliantly executed and i love the initial akechi and akira buddy cop movie vibes in the beginning it was just so fun. 

one huge part of the third semester for me though, was of course, akechi. seeing him completely throw away his ‘charming ace detective’ speil was the most refreshing and interesting and not to mention, hilarious part of the game. he does not give a fuck about anyone and he is not afraid to let you know. he is the biggest savage and the most insane person on the phantom thieves group. he’ll roast you, he’ll roast your boyfriend, he’ll roast fuckin anyone and it’s fantastic. not to mention his dialogue is killer: he says the most bat shit insults ever and my favorite example is when you go up to him near the end of the game, you know, to hangout with him and be a nice guy, he just does not hesitate to say ‘what, you came just to see me? just the sort of brainless sentimentality i’d expect from you.’ i LOVE IT because why the hell would he try to be nice? the jig is up, he’s got nothing to hide. and he owns it. atlus seriously nailed akechi in this last semester and it’s brilliant and i love it.

4) everything else 

- one small thing that pissed me off in both games (but especially this one) is how many godamn fake out deaths there are. Morgana has one, Akira has one, Ryuji has one, Sojiro has one, Maruki has one, motherfucking Akechi has two. it just hurts me!

- sumire is an amazing character who has depth and she is lovely and my biggest complaint is that it feels like atlus shoved her in. like, she feels like a new addition to the game, you know what  i mean? maybe its because ive played the original p5 first, but you know, it’s not a big deal. but i love her so much

- on the topic of sumire, i cant say that im completely super duper happy with how different she felt from the other thieves? im sure that’ll be explained in p5s but she just got so much screen time that it just truly made me confused?? maybe im just a horrible person, or that’s just a really hot take. but anyway, yeah maybe im bitter because i really wanted to see extra hangouts/school trips during royal, but didn’t really.

-baton pass? literally orgasmic. it made turn base battles so damn fun and the addition of darts and billiards made me foam at the mouth it was SO SMART AND INNOVATIVE AND I LOVE IT ATLUS I LOVE YOU ATLUS YOURE SO SMART SWEETIE

-small thing, but making spells like ‘dormina’ actually useful just made the game so much more fun and dungeon crawling became something i truly, genuinely looked forward to

-being able to give gifts to my bros? absolutely incredible. thank you. side note: seeing akechi happy from giving him a multi vitamin cracked me up. side side note: giving ryuji a fuck ton of weights and him just smiling made my heart so happy i love that boy so much

- ah this game just looked so GOOD! i thought the original looked good but they really went all out. im not kidding, the smallest details in everyday life or even just normal cut scenes were out of this world. especially stuff from the third semester its just OOF good JOB atlus i love you buddy

-ahhh thieves den! how can i forget? i love it. at first i was a bit iffy with it since it really felt like persona 5 (undoubtedly the biggest game atlus has created) was just jacking itself off. but as time goes on, it became a huge addition to the game and seeing characters’ insights and extra lines of dialogue became super duper interesting and a highlight of the game for me. and don’t even get me started on how much i love love love the photos they added of them hanging out! so lovely, a bunch of them made me tear up

- i know it’s literally impossible, but i feel like the game just forgot that akechi is a person who can wield multiple persona and i just wish that could’ve been messed around with during Palaces

- showtimes are so, so crazy and i get so embarassed whenever they play on my tv because they are just outlandish and unashamed but i love them so so much it just defines persona’s personality 

-because i love ryuji: i prefer the final conversation you have with him aka ‘whaddya mean? you’re there’ but there’s still a lot of really tender and sweet moments like akira genuinely telling him that he’ll miss him, and also the fact that ryuji wants you both to send each other your times through the exercise watch so you can still race ahhhh i love him so much yall

so, overall, this game is better than the original p5 because of the extra content we get. if persona 5 was the perfect dinner, persona 5 royal is that same dinner and you get to enter the dessert buffet. it’s brilliant, it’s smart, it’s hilarious, it’s heartwarming, and it’s undoubtedly my favorite game of all time without exaggeration. while i do prefer the final cut scene (and final dialogues with some characters) in the original persona 5, in the overall experience, persona 5 royal is superior in my mind. i would willingly get amnesia to play this game again. 

I didn’t get to cover everything, but this is definitely most of what i wanted to say. if you actually get to reading all the way to the end, thanks! it means a lot. i hope we can all enjoy persona and look forward to persona 5 scramble together :-)

[hermionefae]

Hidden- Dhawan!MasterxOC Part 2

This is part 2, part one is here. 

Earth, 21st century, United Kingdom, Brighton, 11.30pm. Alice was drunk, like most Saturday nights when she and her friends went down to their favourite club in Brighton. The club night was called Sane and was always held in the basement room of a gay bar that if you saw it in the daylight you would walk right past it, slightly concerned that you would get an STD from just looking at it but at night, especially Saturdays it was Alice’s playground.

She had a tough week at work and needed to let loose, which is what she was doing. They had drunk their cheap canned cocktails on the train down and were already half wasted by the time they had got to Sane, being regulars had their advantages, they were let through regardless of their drunken state. There was always a theme to the Sane club nights and this evening the theme was Moulin Rouge Realness so Alice had bought herself an expensive red and black corset with matching skirt, black fishnets and high heeled boots and had donned a realistic looking red long wig.

Her friend Gemma had decided to fish out her leather looking trousers and put on a Victorian looking flouncy shirt and clumpy boots. She had tied her blonde curly hair into a high pony tail and perched a top hat high on her head. As ever, Gemma’s twin brother George had gone extra flamboyant. Being the only gay man in the group George always played up to the stereotype. Tonight, he also had a pair of tight leather trousers on but instead of a shirt, he was wearing a black leather harness that Gemma was holding in her hand. “It’s a bit weird for me to be your Dom as I’m your twin sister George” commented Gemma when he suggested it.

“Sis please, you’re ruining my aesthetic” was George’s reply.

Anyway, back to the evening. Alice had consumed as many shots as she could without throwing up, had danced as much as she could without injuring herself, although the night was still young and she could always be counted on to get up on the pole next to the DJ booth as whenever Alice drank, she often though that she could pole dance. Just as she was about to order another shot of tequila, Alice felt a wave of nausea come over her.

She tapped on the shoulder of George who was shamelessly flirting with the guy standing next to him and pointed upwards. They had developed different signs a long time ago because it was often too loud to talk. Pointing upwards meant they wanted to go outside to get some air, brushing their arm meant they were going to the toilet and a rather crude gesture meant one of them was getting off with someone, it was usually George but sometimes it was Alice if a fit straight guy had stumbled into the club. It was never Gemma as she had a long-term boyfriend.

George nodded but then went back to talking to the guy he was chatting up, Alice looked around, but in her drunken state she couldn’t see Gemma so she decided to go up on her own. She wobbled a bit on the steep stairs but made it outside without making a fool of herself. She turned right, towards the Brighton seafront and then sat down in an empty doorway of a disused coffee shop. Her head was still spinning so she kept it down and took some deep breaths. Then she heard her name being called in the distance, she looked up and peered up and down the street but couldn’t see anyone she recognised. Alice was a pretty common name probably someone else she concluded.

She put her head down again but was interrupted once more by a group of male voices “Hey you, nice outfit” Slurred a man, a few years younger than Alice.

“Thanks” muttered Alice, trying to avoid eye contact with the drunk men.

“Voulez vous coucher avec moi” said another man cosying up to Alice, he was not French and was also drunk but Alice got the gist of what he was saying.

“Ahhhh, I don’t think so pal” denied Alice getting up and stumbling away.

“Hey we were just having some fun, no need to be so rude” said the first man, getting angry.

“Oh, just piss off and leave me alone” said Alice.

“Alice there you are!” Came Gemma’s voice behind the men. The group turned round and saw Gemma and George who’s lead was firmly in Gemma’s grasp, Gemma had also acquired a whip from somewhere which made her look more threatening and George had his arms crossed over his chest, trying to look intimidating but was actually just hiding the fact that his nipples were erect because he was cold.

“Err, come on man, let’s leave these costumed freaks to it” said the third man who had looked uncomfortable from the start. The three friends watched as the unwelcome men made their way back down to the sea front towards the more conventional clubs.

“Hey, are you ok? We were really worried” said Gemma, rushing forward to Alice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I told George where I was but I couldn’t find you”

Gemma shot a dirty look at George who was clearly too drunk to remember that conversation. Alice felt the sickness and light-headedness arrive once again and swayed on the spot. “Alice, you look awful” stated a worried Gemma.

“I feel it” muttered Alice. Just then she heard her name being called again, the voice seemed to be coming from in front of her. Just as she felt the sick rise up her throat, she looked over at the opposite building and saw a man, slightly taller than herself with a dark complexion and black ruffled hair, wearing a purple jacket and dark tartan trousers. He had one hand in his waistcoat pocket, one leg crossed over the other and was leaning casually on the building’s pillar. He was grinning inanely at her, like a child who had just discovered a toy at Christmas. She couldn’t hold it in any longer, Alice spewed all the drinks she had consumed over the evening, plus the dinner she had insisted on having before going out, all over the floor.

“Shit!” Exclaimed George as he stepped back. Gemma grabbed hold of Alice and held her wig back from her face as she continued to throw up.

“Hey Gemma, you need to get Alice home. I’ll get the car ready” came the voice of Tyler, their friend and one of the bouncers of the club.

Gemma turned around “you sure? She might throw up again”

“No, I won’t” came Alice’s weak voice

“I’d rather she throws up in my car than in a taxi. I won’t charge you for it” said Todd as he disappeared to get his car.

They got back to Alice and Gemma’s flat without any further throwing up and Gemma took control of getting Alice undressed whilst George helped himself to toast.

Finally, Alice flopped into her king-sized bed and Gemma tucked her in. “Sorry for ruining your night” said Alice, who was still wearing her red wig as she wouldn’t let Gemma remove it.

“You didn’t ruin it; we were ready to go anyways. Who stays to the end hmmm?”

“We usually do”

“Well we’re saddos. Just get some sleep, I’ll be in my room and George is on the sofa, if you need anything okay?”

Alice nodded and rolled over, passing out instantly. Gemma, who had sobered up by this point waited and watched, making sure Alice hadn’t stopped breathing. When she was satisfied Gemma got up off Alice’s bed and took herself to bed, George had already passed out on the sofa, still in his harness. Gemma rolled her eyes at her twin and shut her bedroom door forcefully.

The first few moments of Alice being asleep, the room felt like it was spinning behind her eyes. This was a normal sensation for drunk Alice but then there was a bright light and she found herself in a long corridor with dark wood panelling on the walls and many, many doors. She tried the first door but it was locked. The same for the door opposite, the third door she tried was also locked but she could hear suspicious noises coming from behind so she recoiled and moved on. The door at the end of the hallway seemed to glow so she decided to head for that.

On the way she passed a mirror and stopped to look at her reflection, she didn’t really recognise herself, she seemed to still be wearing her wig from the club but as she tugged on it, it wouldn’t come off, it felt real. She was also bizarrely wearing an Alice in Wonderland costume complete with the white tights and black hair ribbon. She shook her head and proceeded to the last door.

This time it sprung open easily and she stepped through. She found herself in a bright garden with massive roses that seemed to sway in the breeze with their human faces turned upwards. There was a table in the centre, set for an afternoon tea with loads of cake and scones and a big tea pot.

“Hello Alice” said a familiar voice. The man she had seen observing her whilst she was throwing up outside Sane was standing in the exact same position by one of the ginormous red roses, a croquet mallet in his free hand. “Fancy a game? Or a cup of tea?”

“Who are you?” asked Alice who was equal parts confused and slightly turned on. She hadn’t noticed how attractive the mystery man was before.

“An old friend” he answered simply. He moved towards the table and took the seat at the head and gestured for her to join him.

She felt the overwhelming desire to obey him and took the seat to his left. He watched as she poured him some tea and then her own. Alice sipped it carefully “Earl grey, my favourite. How did you know?”

“I know a lot about you love, a lot! Also, Earl Grey happens to be my favourite too”

“Well if you know so much about me, I feel a bit stupid not knowing anything about you. What’s your name?”

“Ohh, I’ve gone by so many names in the past. You can call me Master”

Alice snorted “that’s a bit presumptuous” but then instantly regretted her words as the Master’s expression darkened. He looked like he was going to explode at her but then he seemed to get his temper under control. “Have a slice of cake Alice”

“Oh, I shouldn’t, I’m watching my weight”

Slam! The Master pounded his fist onto the table top, making the china rattle and the cutlery fall to the floor. Alice was proper shaking now, ‘ok time to wake up now!’ she was thinking furiously.

“You’re not dreaming Alice” said the Master darkly. He got up out of his seat and crept towards her, he sat down on the table so he was so very close to her. “This is very real, well in a manner of speaking. I had hoped that we were going to have a nice catch up before I got to this but I suppose if you want to skip the formalities, that’s fine”

The Master took a steadying breath “I need to you help me Alice”

“Help you? How?”

“You need to let me into your world”

“And why would I do that?” Asked Alice, getting a bit braver.

“Because I could tell you the truth, about your life, about your parents. Everything”

“I know about my life”

“Nope, you only think you do. I can show you the world Alice. Shining, shimmering, splendid” The master had got back up at this point and hand gone round to the back of her. He had placed his hands on her shoulders and worked on the tension in them. This was one of Alice’s weaknesses, she loved it when a guy touched her like his, or played with her hair, or kissed her neck which was what the Master was doing now.

“Oh God.” she vocalised.

“That’s right Alice, and there’s a lot more where that came from.”

Despite herself, Alice got up off the chair and sat on the table, pushing the chair away from them. She grabbed hold of the Master’s lapels and pulled him closer. “Tell me what I need to do” she said breathily.

In the TARDIS, the fam was watching at the Doctor was concentrating very hard. A moment ago, she had gasped and said “he’s found her.”

Graham, Yaz and Ryan had both established that the Doctor had meant that the Master had found the Princess and had rushed to the Doctor’s side.

“What are you gonna do?” Asked Ryan

“I need to establish contact, he’s brought her into his psychic garden, I need you and Yaz to keep the TARDIS flying, we’re gonna break through my barriers soon and land near her home. Graham keep an eye on me, if it looks like something bad is happening, shake me. Got it?”

“Got it” the three answered in unison. The Doctor sat down on the steps and put her fingers to her temples. Suddenly she found herself in the corridor that Alice had travelled down a few moments earlier. Like Alice, the Doctor tried all the doors but to no avail. One did open further down but out sprung a Slitheen which she had to quickly shut the door on. It was then she noted the door at the end. “This is got to be it hasn’t it Doctor?” She said out loud to herself and ran straight for the heavy looking door. It opened but jammed so she couldn’t squeeze through.

Through the door sliver, she could see the garden and the table as before. She could hear voices too which she knew was the Master and a lighter more feminine voice she presumed was the Princess.

“Tell me what I need to do” said the Princess. The Doctor remembered that tone of voice from long ago and she fought harder to get through.

“Kiss me” said the Master softly.

Alice had never felt so turned on in her life, it was funny how quickly she had gone from scared to horny but it happened and she drew him closer placing her lips on his. It started off gentle, almost as if the Master was astounded that his request had worked but then he got into the groove of the action and their kiss deepened.

The Doctor heard cups and saucers being pushed off the table and managed to get her head and half her torso through the gap. She saw the Master pushing the Princess down onto the table, the Princess had her white legs wrapped around the Master’s waist, giving him everything he wanted.

“Get off her!” The Doctor yelled. The couple broke their kiss and looked over at her. The Princess had no idea who the Doctor was and the Doctor felt the pure hatred the Master was giving off hid her like a wave.

“She’s mine!” The Master growled. He turned back to Alice who was panting, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He knew that she could feel his erection through his trousers but they would have to delay this slightly. “I’ll be with you shortly Princess.”

The Master put his hands on Alice’s temples and the girl began to glow, the Master kissed her again, once more to seal his passage into her world and the Alice was gone.

“Bye Doctor!” called the Master as he began to glow too.

“NO!” Yelled the Doctor as she watched her former best friend fade away, following the Princess. Suddenly she felt Graham shake her and she returned to the TARDIS.

[muthaz-rapapa]

StarPre: Zodiac Forms

Now that I’ve got the good quality official art, c’mon, did anyone seriously think I would not ramble about the zodiac forms in another long post? :P lol

Crap, I should be studying my Japanese since I’m traveling to Tokyo next week (GONNA GO VISIT THE PRECURE STORE, WOOOOT~!) but I want to get this post out first cuz I know I won’t have time or internet access to do it later.

So let’s do this!

Taurus form – BRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDSSSSSSSSSS

8D

This one I like best out of Star’s two forms (but Pisces is awesome too!) for that reason but I also love how they changed her short tutu-style skirt into an asymmetric, flowing one. And that cow pattern is to die for~! <3

The butterfly earrings and horns are a very nice touch as well! *chef’s kiss*

Pisces form – I can’t explain why or how Hikaru pulls off the mermaid look so well…but she just does, okay?

Maybe it’s the twintails.

Anyways, super cute! Adding a touch of blue and deep magenta to the overall light pink theme really makes her look more tropical.

Then there are the sea accessories and ugh! Sometimes when I look at this, I’m reminded of Mermaid Melody except the way Star is designed here looks a lot more fun.

Before I get into this, I just want to say that we can now celebrate Lala’s bubble shorts blooming into space dresses! Aaaaaahhh~ <D

Leo form – Y’know when I saw Lala go “RAWR!” in the movie trailer, I was like “This is it, if this is the last thing I see, I’ll be happy I lived”, hahaha!

Lion imagery is just so cool, y’know? (as Gelato can testify)

The wild hair, the crown.

Yeap. This pretty much confirms it. Lala is Space Queen. ;D

Cancer form – I’m simultaneously gushing over her crab hair, how much I love this shade of yellow green and giggling mad that she resembles a jellyfish more than a crustacean. xDD

*sigh* Really, I think Lala’s forms turned out the best. They faithfully captured the aesthetics of the Star Princesses while retaining Milky’s original design and without making it overly gaudy, too.

Lala, you are perfect! <3

Libra form – Normally, I would say that’s too crazy for even crazy magical girl hair but then I remember Felice’s Alexandrite form and how extra that was in all its Mother Nature floral glory…

…and I just shut my trap.

Still, it seems like Libra form had the least effort put into it.

I mean, yea, they moved some colors around (more like seeped the orange into the ombre of Soleil’s hair) and extended the reaches of her dress but it’s practically the same thing save for Libra’s hairdo…which looks more like a wig she put on that anything.

That’s just it. The dual cornucopia there catches your attention right away on how…fake it looks that it’s as if the rest don’t matter as much. Which is sad cuz the Libra Star Princess is perhaps one of the best Star Princesses based on what little personality we did get from each of them. And I just wanted to see something more creative for her form, that’s all. :(

Maybe it’ll look better in motion? We’ll just have to see if that happens in the movie. As of right now, this still picture isn’t really helping my impression of it.

Scorpio form – Much better. Absolutely adore the slimmer cut and my, does Elena look downright gorgeous with a ponytail! <D

I’m always reading about how “full of passion” Scorpios are and while I don’t let those descriptions get in the way of appreciating their characters, have to admit that “passion” was the first word that came to my mind when I saw Soleil in this form.

She literally looks like a goddess of sunsets. Beautiful.

Capricorn form – Still not sure if I’m the type of person who favors something just because I so happen to share a quality or trait with that one certain aspect of a character…

And I freely admit that the Capricorn form is not the best of bunch (though it’s definitely not the worst)…

…but it looks unarguably lovely regardless and I love it with all my heart because me is a Capricorn, after all~ <3

The tiny hearts themselves may be a bit much but it’s part of Capricorn Star Princess’s design so honestly, I have zero problem with it. They’re adorable~

Then I kinda squealed because Selene traded her umbrella/lamp shade skirt for a fancy bed canopy! LOL xDD

But most of all, it’s simply wonderful to see Madoka with wavy hair (AGAIN WITH THE HAIR!). Ooooo, gotta love that transition from light purple to fuchsia! X3

Like I said before, they made the Cures’ respective color schemes and the Star Princesses’ color schemes quite compatible. But that’s a given since they’re within close range of each other anyway.

Sagittarius form – Ok, I may have said Lala’s forms looked the best but I believe the Sagittarius form alone can blow everyone else’s out of the sky.

I mean, look at her! Isn’t she friggin’ STUNNING?!

The long side pony tail (*SCREAMS*), the mature vibe the long gown gives off and most of all, MADOKA HOLDING AN ACTUAL BOW AND ARROW AND LOOKING LIKE A WARRIOR MAIDEN DESCENDING FROM THE HEAVENS TO PURGE THE EVIL FROM THIS WRETCH WORLD!!

HAAAAAA……I dunno why I get so emotional over form changes, I just do.

Alright, first things first. This is not the place for me to spill my grievances about Cosmos in general so rest assured, I won’t do that. But I am allowed to say one thing.

Toei. I don’t understand your incomplete logic.

Cure Cosmos is a rainbow Cure. You either give her all twelve differently colored forms or you give her none at all.

Seriously, it makes no sense that she gets four zodiac forms, leaving the other girls with only two when we could have had:

1) the original starters with three zodiac forms each

2) Cosmos with either twelve (because SHE’S THE CURE OF EFFIN’ RAINBOWS!!) or one exceptionally glorified rainbow super form (with seven cat tails because RAINBOWS!!)

This is less about midseason Cure privilege (which Cosmos has heaps of) or the fact that they won’t be able to fit so many forms in an hour long special (it’s movie budget so piss off!) and more about not doing your math right to get the best, maximum output! xP

*sigh* Ok, petty raging done (for now). Moving along…

Aries form – As some of you may know, I’m not a fan of Cosmos’ rainbow skirt but I find I can easily overlook that (along with the cat ears, the flat top hat décor, the weird braids and the dorito clips) to appreciate the full picture.

And the Aries form may just be my most favorite out of Cosmos’ forms. Since Aries is the ram constellation, the white wool trim looks appropriate, especially against the crimson of her outfit. Frankly, I think Cosmos looks better in this red design than her normal blue-rainbow Cure form.

Then there’s the poofy (kyaa~!) hair that just acts so well as a backdrop to the ram horns.

Mm, yes, definitely my favorite. *nod nod*

Gemini form – Again, where the fuck were you when Met Gala was happening this year?!

Like, this would not only fit right in with the camp theme but could’ve won best dressed that night!

The only thing I’d consider getting rid of is the rainbow but then it’d probably look less campy so maybe not.

Anyways, I was the least fond of this form when I first saw it but the more I look at it, the more I’m learning to like it…??

The red cape (and cherry earrings) provides a sharp contrast to all the green going on, too.

Virgo form – Azure blue complements light pink and white in a very angelic sort of way. Pretty~

Cosmos’ hair also looks delightfully charming when it’s curled and has a flower decoration in it.

…That’s all I have to say, really.

Oh no, wait.

It’s extremely odd to me that Cosmos gets two zodiac forms that correspond to other Cures’ birthday signs and she doesn’t even get the form of her own birthday sign.

Hikaru’s is Aries and Elena’s is Virgo. Look who got those forms.

Yuni’s sign is Libra. That form went to Soleil instead.

…WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?! >:/

Aquarius form – Is it just me or do the rainbow pleats actually work here?

We’re dealing with water and the droplet beads attached to the ends really reminds me of the rain so that’s probably why.

Cosmos’ hair also looks mega good in waves, too.

And the stars~! Exquisite!

On another note, again she always comes as a strange package because if cats in general hate water, then pairing Cosmos up with Aquarius is the biggest mismatch of them all, them both having a blue theme be damned. xD;

~~~~~

*SIGH* Finished!

…Or not. One last thing. There’s always one last thing.

It’s just a real shame that these forms are exclusive to the movie. I mean, I know we all have our opinions on whether or not Form Changes are actually useful in the tv series (I don’t care, I just like looking at them and that’s reason enough for me)…

But the stock footage was severely underwhelming for StarPre so having these in the show may have done some good to alleviate that feeling.

Also, the Zodiac forms have a much closer relation to the space motif than the Twinkle forms do. Seriously, the most noticeable things about the Twinkle forms are the tiaras and it’s weird because we already have the Star Princesses. So WHY do we need to put tiaras on the Cures? They’re not aiming to become princesses themselves, they’re channeling the powers of the stars (aka the Zodiac princesses!) so they should take on appearance respective of the star signs!

Again, I really don’t understand Toei logic.

……AND ONE MORE THING! OMGODD

Is there anyone out there who tried to draw what the first four Cures would look like in the forms that went to Cosmos? And if there is, may I see them? Please, pretty pretty please please please?!?!?

[roadtophantom]

Phantom Manila Review (Down Once More - with feelings)

Hi! I think I'm back so without further ado here's a review or at least a thought depository of my first show back in Phantom, 5 years after I saw it in AsiaWorld Arena in Hong Kong. 

March 9, 2019 8:00 PM

I want to start with a note that it had been a very distracting week so I honestly don't think I was able to focus on the moment and a lot of things flew over my head. There were a lot of things happening irl and plans kept changing, so I came to the theatre all winded and in a daze.

Not to mention we were 45 minutes in before the show, there wasn't much pre-theatre prep I could do. The most I've done was have a look around the merch store, fit the hoodie (the smallest was too big for me), buy the brochure and then fall in line for at least one photo with one of the many backdrops (the one with an illusion boat where my sister and I reenacted an Obi-Wan and Anakin higher ground scene. Why are we like this I don't know.)

Anyway, the lines at the other backdrops were hella long.

We sat at the orch left restricted seats (because cheaper orch seats ftw) and the view is not bad at all, though be prepared not to catch whatever happens in stage right (this is why on our next show we'll get the orch right restricted seats). It's amazing how close we are to the stage, Solaire is a very snug theatre is why. The orchestra pit seems narrow in my pov.

The stage fills up pretty quickly, because it is tiny. The proscenium does not seem so empty in turn because of how compact the overall look is, though I definitely miss the angel, it's simply iconic. But not so much to mar my experience of the show.

The sounds of Solaire are reputed to be bad so imagine my surprise to be blown away by drums during the Overture. It was quite a bombastic experience. But yes, you can hear the whirrings of the sets, but not very bothersome. 

The chandelier falls pretty fast but slows down just before the crash. 

@operafantomet was telling me that the advantage of a smaller stage is the closeness and intimacy, she is absolutely right. And if I add something the crowdedness actually led to a lot of movement, activity and energy. There is no such thing as a background character here, each member of the ensemble is attention-grabbing, I especially love the interaction between the ballerinas. I remember noting how vibrant the slave girl costumes are but I need another look to see where they were sourced from. The ensemble especially shone in Masquerade (which got applause at curtains up, even before they started singing). The little marching band did play, triangle and drums quite audible, and you see how the different players influenced Christine and let us peek into her tormented psyche. Il Muto was another highlight where the dancers were clearly troubled at what's happening around them and the Shepherd was complaining.

Oh by the way there were lyric changes in Masquerade and it is now using the Broadway choreo.

Clara Verdier was a vulnerable, emotive Christine that has the potential to be versatile. I love how at the start of the show that she seems to watch Carlotta longingly. I see her as a young good-hearted Christine, capable of different emotional palettes, her face is her great asset and she doesn't sound bad either. Though I surmise that there had to be some adjustments vocally, her Think of Me cadenza is short and she easily drowns especially at Final Lair. But she already shows the foundation and can no doubt grow into her own distinct character. She definitely shows feisty moments, like I could swear she nearly would have gone and rip Carlotta's wig at Notes II. She perfects the trance look whenever the Phantom sings but although fearful she is of the Phantom she feels sympathetic for him and shows reverence for him as her teacher and 'guardian', especially at PONR when it looked like she is conflicted to unmask, but unmask him she does. There is no doubt she chooses Raoul and adores him and feels safe with him.

Matt Leisy is a Raoul who gives it all out. His remarkable characteristic is his confidence and in-charge attitude. He is not just born into wealth, he manages it. I love how he is a devoted protector, with a 'chill I got this' vibe. His shining moment is showing how pissed off he is of the Phantom at the THE DISASTER WILL BE YOURS. This is a Raoul who is pretty, handsome, well-kempt, smooth BUT WILL FISTICUFF WHO HURTS CHRISTINE. I also like how I can hear him during Notes and is not a passive roving lost vicomte. It looks like he gives the most comfy hugs and does a lot of little touches. I LOVE his interaction with Giry during Masquerade where Giry cockblocks him a few times and he is like OH COME ON NOW.

Principal: Thabiso's comedy FINALLY comes through. Beverley has the best facial expressions and has no business playing nice. But oh how heartbreaking when she sees Piangi in the end... Kiruna-Lind hands down my favorite Meg, she doesn't overdo the HE'S THERE and her other lines. She looks appalled at the managers during Prima Donna, I love her darker sounding voice. She is cute, with a nice musculary built and shd is a true friend. The managers do the work, James Borthwick is calculating, Curt Olds isn't say as exaggerated as Jason Ralph was but still has great timing. Melina I feel lacks in authoritativeness, and her soft cane thumps does nothing to help (this is technical issue I think) but she IS a PITA at Raoul and she is so beautiful.

As for Jonathan, how to even begin. I saw him last in October 2012 where he is already a force to reckon, and has that grasp of character that is undeniably solid. He knows what he is doing, he is at the top of his game and he knows how to break hearts with how forlorn his Phantom is and dat thunderous voice. He makes the show, so where to go from here? Well, further. So the Phantom is kind of two parts right? The angel of music slash opera ghost and then the disfigured lonesome man. Jonathan has the man part downpat, he knows how to carry that injustice dealt to the character and hone on that abandonment. Lead me save me from my solitude is the Phantom that describes his best. Come 2019 he not only retains this humanity but he expounds on the angel persona by well, singing way even better that he grew octaves. I invite you to compare his title songs and hear how his voice is so much larger, much controlled. He sounds damn good and what a perfectionist composer and musical genius would. He owns all his scenes.

Which! Makes it fun now with Matt's Raoul because the vicomte is not sitting down. I was so delighted to see their take of the Wandering Child Trio (I KNOW I WAS SCREAMING INSIDE) Jonathan's Phantom looked so threatened that there was a moment of panic where he had to try extra hard to keep Christine in control. And he was so desperate to undermine this man who clearly has Christine's heart, makes it more effective how he begged Christine to choose him in the end. And I swear each time Christine fights back and when she throws away the veil, he gets 9999 hit point damage (sorry, Final Fantasy reference). He holds the show so well together.

Also HIS HANDS. They fiddle with the Red Death's tassel, they smooth his hair a lot (even outside the title song) they bring down the gates to trap Raoul and Christine, they have innate mind wave power. 

My little cousin (who fell asleep halfway the show back in 2012) fell so much in love and it's so cute to see how inspired she was (know your feels kid) . My sister who I expected to grow tired, couldn't stop talking about it. I think they did an amazing solid job and and I can't wait to see it again.

Oh the travelator was also broken when I saw it, I thought they got rid of that. So something to comment about next time.

More costume observations to follow hopefully. Oh Carlotta had like white roses on her head at Notes II I've never seen that kind of hat before.

[zerolympiustrife]

ZOS’ short stories 10

Title: Beat them at their own game, death by blondes, and siblings. (SSBU x DFFNT x RWBY) (But mostly FFVII x RWBY)

*Yang’s walking over to a moody Cloud, who’s sitting on a bench*

Yang: Hey, Cloud! What’s wrong? Did a Squall blow you away or something *Yang points over to Squall in the distance*

Cloud (groaning): (Oh god. Not this again...)

Yang: Or did you struck by a bolt of Lightning? *Points over to Lightning*

*Cloud glares at her, but then notices Chrom in the distance, wearing a flashy rainbow wig, and Yang also notices Chrom*

Yang (smirking): ...Hey, what’s up with Chrom?

Cloud (deadpan): I dunno, maybe he’s feeling Chromatic or something.

*Yang looks at Cloud, eyes widening*

Cloud (sarcastically): Oh, I’m so sorry. 

Yang (smiling): Oh...there’s no need to apologize.

Cloud: Then perhaps we’re getting off on the wrong foot. *Holds up his left foot*

Yang: Hehehehe...Nah, I’d say we’re getting off on the right foot. *Lifts up her right foot* My name is Yang. It’s so nice to...*holds up a meat patty*...meat you.

Cloud: Cloud Strife.

Yang: Is your name Cloud because you rain on everyone’s parade? Is your last name Strife because you’re always getting into fights?

Cloud: Kind of like what we’re doing right now?

Yang: I guess your name rings true then. *Holds up a couple of rings, then suddenly, Cloud’s phone begins to ring*

Cloud (picking up the phone): Hello?

Tifa (on the phone): Is Yang bothering you again with her puns again?

Cloud: No, it’s fine. *Looks over to Yang with a glare* We’re fine. We’re doing just dandy. *Pulls out a dandelion flower and gives it to Yang*

Yang: Ah! How thoughtful!

Tifa (on the phone): Okay, just want to make sure you were doing fine. Good-bye. *Hangs up*

Yang: Was that one of your many girlfriends? Tifa? Lucina? Terra?

Cloud: Maybe it was. Besides, I don’t need another one when I already have three.

Yang: Ah, good. Because I’m...*in a monotone voice*...Not interested.

*Cloud’s ears begin to bleed due to Yang’s painful puns, let alone using his own catchphrase against him*

Cloud (touching below his ears): Are my ears bleeding?

Yang: No, your ears aren’t bleating. Your ears aren’t goats.

Cloud (annoyed): Man, I gotta hand it ya. *Holds up his hand* You really know how irritate a person. So you know what? I’m so Belladone with this. *Points over to Blake, who’s trying to get away from Adam*

Yang (shocked): Oh goddamnit. Not this again.

*Both blondes run over to the scene*

Adam: Return to me or I’ll kill all your friends. Including those who aren’t from our world.

Blake: Never! Besides, you’ll just kill them anyway regardless of my answer!

Adam: Then you leave me no choice.

*Cloud and Yang come flying at Adam in a DBFZ-styled clash, with Yang launching a punch towards Adam’s waist.*

Yang: Man, what a waist of time!

Adam: Gaack!

Cloud: Then allow me take to a stab then. *Cloud stabs his sword towards Adam’s chest*

Adam: Aaaggghhh!

Yang: We’re a better team for Blake than you, bull man! Especially me!

Cloud: I guess you could say she knows how to rub that pussy real good.

*Adams glares at the blonde for that comment, while Blake slightly blushes from that comment*

Adam: ENOUGH! *Pushes Yang and Cloud away, pulls the Buster Sword out of his chest, then looks over to the spiky-haired man* YOU DIE FIRST!

*Adam runs towards Cloud with his chokuto at the ready and impales him through the chest*

Blake: No!

Yang: Cloud!

Adam (seething and panting heavily from his nose): You goddamn human...you really know how to piss a faunus off.

Cloud: Eh...hehehehe...Hahahahaha!

Adam: What’s so funny?

Cloud: You’re seething like a bull...you really live up to your name and lineage, Taurus. But it’s a damn shame that Blake couldn’t be the Eve to your Adam.

Adam (glaring bloody murder at Cloud): One more quip and I’ll impale you through the heart next. No...I’ll use my semblance to draw and quarter you instead.

Cloud (shaking his head): Adam, Adam, Adam...Obviously, you haven’t heard of my past battles with another human-hating individual who’s done something like this to me before.

Adam: H-Huh?

*Cloud grabs the sword that’s still impaled through him, lifts it up, also lifting Adam up*

Adam: W-What?! H-How are you...?!

*Cloud slowly pushes the sword of out his chest*

Cloud: This is nothing new to me. I’ve literally been impaled before and I walked out alive. Now...How about I take you for a swing? *Grabs the end of the blade, and starts swinging Adam around, before slamming him face-first into the ground next to Blake and Yang*

Adam (slowly getting up, ignoring Blake’s presence): You annoying spiky-haired runt...I’m going to-

*Blake takes her weapon, and impales him from behind*

Blake: Not kill any of my friends, you asshole.

Adam (looking behind him): Blake...darling...

*Yang snatches Adam’s sword*

Yang: Blake, move away!

*Blake obliges, takes her weapon out of Adam’s chest, then Yang impales him as well*

Adam (coughing up blood): We were...meant to be...together... *Falls to the ground in a bloody mess*

Cloud/Yang (both crossing their arms): Consider that a divorce.

Adam (looking over to the blondes): You...bas- *dead*

Cloud: A bass? Me? I’m not a fish, sir.

Yang: Yeah, he’s not a fissure, he’s a Cloud.

Cloud (mockingly): Hm hm hm.

Yang (turns to look at him): You’re not a mockingbird, either.

*Cloud flips her the bird*

Yang: I mean, that’s a bird, yes. But it’s not very mocking.

Cloud: Isn’t your mother a mockingbird?

*Yang’s eyes turn red, punches a tree in rage, then the tree explodes*

Yang (angrily): DO NOT MENTION HER!!!

Cloud: Man, I’ve heard of an explosive temper, but this is just red-iculous.

*Yang’s nose starts to bleed due to Cloud’s puns, causing her to get a taste of her own medicine*

Blake: Yang! Your nose...

Yang (touches beneath her nose): Huh...whoa! My nose is bleeding!

Cloud: Your nose isn’t a goat. It’s not bleating.

Blake: Who would’ve thought that constantly making pun after pun after pun would cause physical pain?

Cloud: I’m not even enjoying this! I’m just trying to beat her at her own damn game.

Yang: Well, tall, dark, and spiky, if this is a game...I’d say it’s a tie. *Points to her bloody nose, then points to Cloud’s ears, which are still bleeding*

Cloud: Hrgh...no argument there.

Yang (wrapping an arm around his neck, smiling): We’re gonna be the bestest of friends. You, me, Team RWBY, your team, your team from World B, your dormmates from the planet of Smash...

Cloud (sternly, looking away): We are not going to be friends.

Yang: Oh, yes we are.

Cloud: No we’re not.

Yang: Yes we are.

Cloud: No we’re not.

Yang: Yes we are.

Cloud: No we’re not.

Yang (gritting her teeth, still smiling): Yes we are.

Cloud (gritting his teeth as well, becoming annoyed): No we’re not.

Yang: Yes. We. ARE.

Cloud: No. We’re. NOT-

Blake (losing her patience): For god’s sake, shut up, the both you! You two are arguing like bunch of siblings fighting over control of the TV.

Yang: You know what? You’re right, Blake! We’re not friends...

Cloud: Good.

Yang: We’re siblings! We’re long-lost siblings!

Cloud (raising an eyebrow at her): ...

Yang: You can be the little brother, and I’ll be the big sister! I’ll be the best sister you’ve never had!

Cloud (deadpan): ...I’m over 21.

Blake: And she’s beneath 21.

Yang: Wait, is this true? Then that means...

Cloud: No.

Yang: You can be...

Cloud: NO.

Yang: My big brother instead!

Cloud (still deadpan): Absolutely not.

Yang: You’ll be the best big brother me and Ruby never had!

Cloud (sarcastically): Oh yeah! We’ll play dress-up and force big brother Cloud to put various different dresses! We’ll make big brother Cloud give Ruby and Yang piggy-back rides! We’ll play with big brother Cloud’s spiky hair whenever we’re bored! And lastly, we’ll have big brother Cloud spoil Ruby Rose rotten and let her play with his sword all day long!

Yang: That all sounds like fun! Blake, do you have any rope or extra ribbons?

Cloud (a bit concerned): Wait, what?

*Blake hands over two very long threads of ribbon*

Cloud (now super concerned): Oh no.

Yang (smiling evilly): Oh yes.

Cloud (prepares to run): Oh no.

Yang (pounces on him): Oh YES!

*Yang pins Cloud to the ground, ties his hands behind his back, ties up his legs, then drags him away*

Yang: Come, brother! Activities await us! Ruby! Hey! RUBY!!

Cloud (struggling): Help! Somebody!

Blake (sighing): Those two really are like siblings...now... *looks over to Adam’s corpse* ...What to do with you...?

[stansrichie]

eddie goes on a date hc

- when eddie tells the losers he’s going on a date, they initially don’t even believe him because they were just so sure he had a crush on richie

- and he did

- richie flirted with eddie a lot, but he also flirted with everyone else a lot too; it was just his personality

- and when eddie realized this, he started to think having a crush on the trashmouth was hopeless and that he needed to move on

- disclaimer: he, in fact, did not need to move on because although richie flirted with everyone, eddie was different

- everybody knew eddie was different except eddie

- everybody brushed off the whole “date” thing at first, but when all the losers showed up at the kaspbrak house one friday night for a spontaneous movie night and eddie answered the door dressed in a button down shirt, his chest slightly exposed, and extremely nice (and expensive) jeans, along with his hair fixed to perfection, they knew this was no fucking joke

- eddie told everyone they could chill at his place while he was gone since they were all already there and his mom wasn’t home

- but they suddenly had other plans

- now, don’t get me wrong, they all knew eddie didn’t need to be protected by anybody

- but that doesn’t mean they didn’t all have a soft spot for the smaller boy, and they weren’t going to let someone hurt eddie

- especially richie, although he was really upset at the idea that eddie may not like him back, who only wanted him to be happy

- so they knew what the fuck they had to mf do

- like the absolute idiots they were, they stormed upstairs to sonia’s bedroom and absolutely raided her bedroom for outfits they could use as a disguise

- they even went as far as to fuck around in her wig collection

- after they were all dressed and ready, they made their way to the restaurant eddie had mentioned he’d be at with his date earlier that week: olive garden

- stan, who was dressed in high heels and a strapless red dress that was far too small for eddie’s mom to own, and mike, who opted for a long, dark purple skirt with a matching collared shirt and flower hat, were to occupy a booth that was towards the back corner of the restaurant

- precisely diagonal from where eddie and his date were sitting

- “listen, mike, i may have to return mrs. k’s dress, but i’ll be damned if she’s getting these heels back.”

- after pretending to be looking for the bathroom at the restaurant, richie happened to find the workers’ break room

- meaning he also may or may not have stumbled upon an extra uniform

- queue bev and ben, who were in the booth directly behind eddie

- ben, who was wearing a hot pink plastic wig, had his back to eddie, whilst bev was facing him directly, covering her face with the menu at first, then opting to put on large fashion sunglasses she had found to cover her face

- “hey, bev… i-i don’t think those glasses are very subtle.”

- “hey, ben… almost every single one of us is wearing a neon plastic wig that smells like toys-r-us, and you’re saying my glasses aren’t subtle?”

- and bill? bill was body-deep in a fucking bush right outside the window a few feet away from where eddie was sitting, crouched down with giant binoculars up to his face

- somehow after changing into the olive garden uniform, richie ended up in the kitchen

- he searched around for the ticket that had eddie’s order on it, which he knew because bev told him via walkie talkie

- oh yeah, did i forget to mention that they all had a walkie talkie on them to communicate?

- oops!

- after finding their ticket, he convinced the previous waitress that her shift had ended and he was taking over

- once richie’s lanky ass waltzed up to the table, faking a terrible italian accent, eddie knew he was fuckin screwed

- it was almost as if he was stuck in a corny, teenage rom-com, because as soon as he saw richie, he looked around to see ben turned to face him, beverly waving over at him, sunglasses pushed to the bottom of her nose so he could just barely make out that it was her, mike offering him a small wave, while stan winked fake-flirtatiously at him, and bill, who was covered head to toe in leaves and dirt

- sometime during their meal, eddie’s date excused himself to go to the bathroom

- eddie knew this was has chance to pop off at one of his dumbass friends, and it just so happened that richie had come back around to give them a refill on drinks

- eddie literally grabbed richie by the collar of ‘his uniform’ and pulled him down to his level

- “listen, asshole, what the actual fuck is going on?….. and why are you serving other tables like you actually work here?”

- “i don’t know what you’re talking about, eddie spaghetti! and according to the new work schedule that was created 15 minutes ago, plus the $30 i’ve already made in tips, i do work here.”

- eddie’s date came back right as eddie was letting go of richie’s collar and making him leave

- “oh thank god, did you finally tell those weird ass people to stop spying on us? they’ve been doing that shit all night, especially the freak waiter. i figured you didn’t notice, so i didn’t say anything.”

- whew chile…. the trailer park

- at this point, every loser’s head was turned towards the two, waiting for a reaction; including bill, who wasn’t even crouched behind the bush anymore, and richie, who hadn’t made it too far away from the table, looking over at eddie sadly

- which could’ve broken eddie’s heart right then and there if he wasn’t so pissed

- needless to say, eddie popped tf off and let that asshole know who those ‘weird ass people’ were, and how the ‘freak waiter’ was one of the most important people in his life

- after telling the dude to fuck off, eddie and the losers left together

- they all left with something that night

- eddie left with richie’s hand in his, stan left with a new pair of heels, bill left with 17 ant bites, bev left with a pair of over-sized sunglasses, ben left with his crazy-ass girlfriend, mike left with a crush on stan, and richie left with a potential boyfriend, a total of $52 in tips, and a shift at 2pm the next day.

[writeyourownlifestory]

Untitled: Hardzello

I wrote this at the request of my best friend @thatspunkydwarf -- who mind you -- loves Queen so you should definitely give her a follow if you want some good content. 

Basically rated PG13 with some cursing from Ben. Sorry, it’s not super long, but it was fun to write. Enjoy. 

“This is bloody bullshit,” Ben muttered, checking the time on his watch. He had been called in by the management team. Those bastards called him in and they decide to be late. Who the fuck does that sort of thing?

“No need to get your knickers in a bunch,” Joe commented from beside him. He was far too relaxed for this.

They both knew what this was about and yet both acted so differently. One was calmer. Unfazed by being called in while the other was utterly annoyed and pissed off at the very idea of having to drop everything just so they could be talked to like some little boy who made a mistake.

When the man finally did arrive, the appointment itself wasn’t exactly ideal. They had been over the whole thing a time before, back when Joe and Ben had only been hinted at being together. It was playful, to say the least, with the silly cardboard Ben they used as a prop.

It started off as fun. Just something to entertain the fans while they did their own thing. Everybody got a kick out of it, even management. The marketing department even supplied them with extra cardboard just in case anything happened to the first one.

With all the bad press going around because of fucking Singer, the guys just wanted to do something lighthearted and sweet. None they have to put up with this bullshit because they took it too far.

One video. Exactly one minute long. Apparently, it was too long since the bloody internet was going out of their minds because of a sixty-second video featuring them lying in a bed.

“You have to understand where we come from,” The head of the management department told them. The big wig in the fancy suit laid it all out for them, trying to make them understand. They already had one scandal going on and the blooming romance between Rami and Lucy wasn’t even enough to get people to stop shitting all over their film.

What made them think two men suddenly being in a relationship would?

Ben argued that for fuck sake, it wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong! They were just as engaging at Rami and Lucy were, if not more! They played fucking romantic partners, obviously, their chemistry was going to be on point. Roger and John were never in love, they were best friends.

Having actors who fell in love while playing best friends was even more fascinating to see that two straight people who got paid to kiss one another.

Management didn’t think so. And while they weren’t exactly told to take down the video, it didn’t seem to matter much more. Memes were made. Screenshots were taken. People were writing bloody fanfic about it.

Joe was amused more than anything, to be honest. He found the whole thing hilarious, especially since he was the one who started the whole Ben Cardy romance deal. Ben just played along. It made the fans happy and more importantly, it made Ben happy.

When they left the studio, Ben was in a huff. He didn’t like being told what he could and could not do. Joe was running to catch up to his angry stride, trying to calm him down from his harsh comments.

“Who the fuck do they think they are, telling us that we can’t be out in public. They’re lucky I don’t post a video with my cock up your-”

“Hey! Hey. All right, bring it down a peg big guy.” Joe insisted, grabbing Ben’s arm and pulling him to a nearby corner. “Number one, while I am sure the fans would love it, I’m fairly certain they would shut down my Instagram account if you did that.”

“We could always post it on my account. Your cock. My ass. Change it up a bit.” Ben offered.

He gave Joe a look the man could rarely refuse and to Ben’s dismay, today was one of them.

“Number two, it’s not like we can’t ever be out in public. We’re in public now, see?” He gestured around them. “Public!”

“Yeah, and if I dare kiss you, I may be dragged off the lot.”

“Look, what if I make you a deal?” Joe offered him carefully. “The Oscars are just weeks away, right? We are good until then. We support our film and support our friend. And the moment the camera stops rolling, I’m all yours.”

Ben wanted to be grumpy and argue that it wasn’t enough, though the last bit did pique his interest. “Mine, eh?”

“We got invited to the after party, remember? How do you think all those people with their academy awards would feel if we walked in, hand in hand?”

“Pretty fucking jealous, if you ask me.” Ben stepped closer to him, biting his lip. He wanted to kiss him. To touch him. To do fucking anything a normal boyfriend would get to do. “I love you, you know.”

“You should. I’m sort of a big deal.” Joe answered, smiling back at him.

Ben rolled his eyes at him, pushing his shoulder so they could walk on. It was as close as they could get until Oscar night. And for now, it would be enough.

[thesunlightout]

do you love the person you’ve become under the weight of living...

Fiona was starting to refer to Halloween as the night that shit hit the fan. It was easier that way, easier to think about it as an isolated incident and not the revelation of how her supposed sister had lied to her, yet again. It hurt almost as much as it pissed her off. It felt like a betrayal she really didn’t feel like facing in the moments that followed.

Waverly had run away after the big blow out, which, “Typical,” she muttered as she watched her grab the beautiful little girl and leave, a clearly concerned Charlie hot on her heels. If looks could kill, Fiona’s almost positive he could’ve combusted right on the spot.

Quincy almost tried to lecture her, and she’d held her hand up and shook her head. “Not now.” She glanced up at him, angry tears brimming. “Just… not now, okay?” At least he understood, and hugged her again as he, Cece, and the kids said their goodbyes once more. He said something about keeping an eye out on both her and Waverly before disappearing out the door.

“Dammit,” she huffed through gritted teeth. She wiped at her eyes, willing them to stop. She hated all his extra emotion she had pent up in there, it was especially unhelpful during times like this.

Oliver had been her saving grace in that moment. “What do you need?” he asked softly from his place over by the counter. “How can I help?”

“Ollie…” she’d blinked up at him. “I’m… sorry about all that.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, don’t be sorry,” he said simply, closing the distance between and meeting her where she stood. “What do you need?”

“A punching bag.”

He huffed a laugh. “Okay, I could get you to one down at my gym, I’m just not so sure it’s a good idea.” His eyes shifted down to her belly. She did the same and her hand followed, resting over the spot where she felt the baby’s light kicking. “What else?” he prodded.

“I need to—” Fiona sighed heavily, reaching up to pull out the pins from her Anna wig and tugging the thing off her head. “I need to get the fuck out of here.” She removed the wig cap she’d put on underneath releasing her hair from its confines. She noticed in that moment just how long it’d been getting.

“Come on; I’ll take you home,” he said without hesitation, holding his hand out to her.

After quickly tidying up and turning out all the lights, Oliver had helped her lock the doors and bring down the rolling doors. “I have to get a button put in, I won’t be able to do this much longer,” she grumbled, watching as he jumped up to pull it down.

“Or you could, you know, leave with everyone else,” he smiled.

“It’s my quiet time, I don’t squander it. I live with two siblings and work with five other people. I rarely get a moment to myself.”

So she was clearly still upset enough to not be able to take a joke. Oliver sighed and held his hand out to her again. “You wanna talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to say.” Fiona took his hand and let him lead her to his car. “This is what Waverly does; She lies and leaves and does all these things to protect herself and forgets to cover the holes in her story. It makes it worse when the truth comes out.”

“She seemed pretty shocked to me,” he commented, unlocking the car from inside his pocket.

Fiona tried to mull that over, though her tunnel vision not helping her much to see that. “I didn’t even know she and Jude were having a baby. I didn’t know she was pregnant.” She climbed into the passenger seat, clipping on her seatbelt.

“Jude?”

“He was her boyfriend,” she muttered as he got into the car beside her. “He was one of my best friends in the world, my brother’s… practical husband…” she trailed off at the thought and shook her head. “He died; That was his daughter in there.”

“Oh… oh, wow.” Oliver had no idea what to say to that, clearly as surprised as they all were. Maybe even more considering the amount of processing she had to do.

“Yeah, wow. She never bothered to tell anyone. So I don’t know if she left her behind, if she was shocked because she thought she’d never have to deal with this again, or if she’s been lying about her the whole time,” Fiona was fast approaching the venting side of her anger.

“That sounds…”

“Selfish? Yeah.”

“I was gonna say hard…”

She took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose then. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m… this is a lot for me right now.”

“I get that,” he said. “But just… go home tonight, take a shower and try to sleep. You can talk to her in the morning.”

“I’m not sure I wanna hash this out with her right now,” she told him, folding her arms.

“But you should; She’s your sister,” he reached out to uncross her arms and take her hand in his. “You wouldn’t be this mad at her if it wasn’t because you love her. Talk to her and figure this out.”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Young K X Reader

So your a Gryffindor and he’s a Slytherin

In another time it would be unacceptable because of that Slytherin/Gryffindor rivalry like the North/South in America back then and now it’s acceptable

And it didn’t really matter to you if it wasn’t acceptable you still would have tried to like him nonetheless

Guess what you do like him no matter what he does, even if he acts like a brat so you and that other Gryffindor call him Brian when he does so, and you started doing it on purpose acting like it was a slip off. Because honestly he was so hot when he was angry at it. You wouldn’t admit out loud but you can’t deny me thinking that is one of the hottest thing he does

The first night you ever interacted was because you had just joined the group and everyone is into doing dares on the weekend and you were perfectly fine with that, so that night, Friday you were all talking and then someone showed you, your dare.

What kind you ask? A very fun kind... One where you had to kiss Young-hyun, at that time you didn’t even know who he was until you asked your buddy in Gryffindor and she tells you it’s the one who you thought was really hot that first time, and your like, ‘I have to kiss him’ she’s like if you don’t want kiss him we can assign it to someone else, and your like no that’s not it...And she’s like *wiggles eyebrows* Ohhh? and you just glare at her and shove her slightly. You put the slip of paper into your back pocket drop down in front of him and put your hand under his chin and kiss him

No it wasn’t that kind of kiss where you see sparks it more like that awkward kiss that your like, ‘oooh... that’s what a kiss is...’ no you weren’t a first year but a second year and he was a third year so it was just odd that you gotten in so late but you wanted to focus on studying anyways.

You both move from each other a blush evident on our cheeks

And that’s really all that happened for about a month

Neither of you talked about it, seeing as there was nothing really talk about, but your ever growing crush on him that pissed you off to no end that you developed a crush over someone that you kissed once, and it’s no longer only physical attraction but also emotional attraction. Like his personality was so great

That’s when your gryfindor best friend that you had made that day tells you about ‘Brian’ and you’re like who is that? And she’s like, ‘your crush’ ‘pfft like I have a crush’ and they just give you a side glare and that’s how it started again

You started calling him, ‘Brian’ and he started calling you, ‘Dork’ and you weren’t going to deny it but one of these days when you develop confidence your going to be like, ‘but I’m not just any dork’ and he’ll be like, ‘what’ and you’ll be like, ‘I’m your dork’ and everything will fall into place, right?

No not really because it was 3rd year and he’s a 4th year and he said ‘dork’ to you after you called him ‘Brian’ and you said, ‘I’m not just any dork’ and he’s like, ‘yeah, your a big dork’ and wow did you kick yourself over that for about a week

Your poor pillow was abused to no end due to like those dream and also punching it. The dream where you just droll all over that thing and you were like, ‘eww’ you wouldn’t believe how many times that Gryffindor took pictures and sent them to the group, ‘like look at this disgusting dork’ now you didn’t mind it as much when others called you dork because your like I am a dork what am I to hide it, but when Young K does it just pushes your buttons to no ends like why can’t he just like me instead of calling me a dork and acting all buddy buddy with me... I just wanna date him

That really was where you were just like, ‘come on you have to be kidding me’ if you were one of those people who believed that love potions don’t hurt anyone except it hurts both sides of the part because you have to force someone to fall in love with you and then the person never really loves you or that the person is only going under this and it’s really just hurting their system and desensitizing them to love. Love potions are just hazardous and you do your best to avoid them. Even when you go into ‘Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes’ the twins are such a pair (okay I don’t care what you think Fred was one of my favorite characters and J.K can suck it because he’s alive) they act like the brothers you never had and you loved it.

Really every time you enter the shop their just like, ‘how’s my favorite little prankster’ okay you would be lying if you didn’t pull pranks. That was just you, poor Longbottom good thing he’s able to take a joke. And doesn’t deduct your points or grade as long as you clean up the room. Minerva doesn’t mind a joke but will deduct your points for your house even though she’s the head of the house and wants Gryfindor to win. But with you in the house it take twice as much work to keep the points steady... That just means, you having to get the highest grades in the class to make up for it.

Seriously, you are an over achiever even getting extra credit when you don’t need it so, your pranks don’t do your house in. After all, you need to win the house cup

You’ve pulled one or two pranks... okay really understatement... Let’s just say April Fool’s is your favorite holiday besides Halloween. And one year-- your now in 4th year--you didn’t pull any pranks on April Fools in the 3rd year and everyone was on edge when you finally pulled it a week later giving everyone a relief and a heart attack at the same time to be honest.

If you could count how many times you’ve pulled a prank on Young K you would need a calculator because there is not enough fingers or toes for this, it’s just that many...

Maybe it was because you liked him? You would deny that to yourself even though you were sure you liked him.

You’ve been plotting this prank for about a month, getting everyone in on it, meaning the teachers. Needless to say the prank is simple, but it’s not noticeable at first, being as a star student and a prankster, the teachers like you, but Minerva asked since she never seen the prank done, she could get all the teachers in on it, and it will be the greatest, Hogwarts has ever seen. Exception to Fred and George’s leaving to start Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.

We will have changed all the classrooms by tomorrow morning, and people will head to class as usual, except, when they get there they will find something very different...

What once was Transfiguration room is now the defense of dark arts room, what once was the defense of the dark arts room is now the charms room, what once was the charms room is now the arithmetic room, and so and so on.

All the professors will be in their room, of that period

Everyone will think they have it figured out, that they have phones that they text people, but every period it will change, the last period before dinner, the end of the day essentially will be placed in the original classroom.

How will the professor’s pull it off you ask? They have floo powder and an opening and they already have the place where the are going, by word of mouth from mine to Minerva. We even got good ol’ Filch in on it, against his will, he already hates the students its more of, he especially can’t give them directions day.

The thing is the whole group is thinking I’m only doing a little prank, for Merlin’s sake, which  just because it’s my 4th doesn’t mean I should make it anymore light should I?

I have a simple classy prank of dying everyone’s hair a sickly color, that doesn’t look good on them, like me will be receiving Neon green, black and pink, which modified into a spell will have neon green, black stripes, and pastel (so they clash) pink polka dots. Everyone will be receiving a different treatment being as I was dared by a Hufflepuff named Dowoon, and I’m going to make his sickly too don’t worry. To get everyone’s hair charmed ugly colors.

To make sure no one will expect it right I know you don’t really get what I mean by saying I will be receiving that, and Brian won’t? Well, it’s because revenge is sickly, and I’m going to make sure everyone in the whole school thinks he’s the culprit, oh and do you think I left the professors out on this one? No, I asked Minerva to make everyone wigs, charmed for tomorrow to be different raunchy colors.

Why am I blaming it on Brian? Let’s just say last year in 3rd year he blamed me for a terrible prank that had people coughing up bugs for 4 days, gross right? I was one of them, the rest of the group wasn’t making me seem suspicious, not this time buddy oh boy.

I’ll take credit for the big prank with teachers, but not this little one. The poor group, my best friend found out that I was doing it and brought some hair dye to school, she doesn’t know about the big prank. But I do.

It ended up being a riot, where people literally gave up and went outside and sat on the lawn, busying themselves, except when they were shooed to get to class by Filch

Whilst I was glared at for, being the cause of his turmoil of the day

I get to dinner and everyone is mumbling about the big prank, when I get up on the Gryfindor table and announce that I was the cause

And that’s when Brian yells, “NO! I WAS!”

We started literally fighting over it

Both of us knowing I was, but no one else exception to Filch and the professors knew. (giggling like the little kids they are)

When Minerva gets up as headmaster and says, “Settle down... Now, can you please talk it out who did it outside, people are trying to have a lovely dinner, children.” I scowl and I mutter something like, “traitors” knowing full-well she heard me.

We get out there and I’m ready to fite, like I know I was the one, who did and I’m about to spew about how all my hard work has just been thrown away because he decides that he is the one that is-

When that’s not what happens at all I feel myself pushed towards the brick wall, his lips smacking against mine, I was in shock, I slowly wrap my arms around his neck, as I kiss him back

That’s when I hear hoots and whistles I pull away and shy into my robe, great these raunchy colors will not help me blend at all, so I decide to pull my hood up and shove my face into his sweatshirt when I hear an incantion being muttered under his breath and I look up to see my hair back to normal and his the color I dyed mine, I laugh

“So who did the big prank”

Brian answers, “She did both-”

“I’ll let you take some credit, for making this bigger than it was-”

“And I take some credit” he laughs and kisses my forehead

“You two a thing?” I hear Minerva ask from the back

I nod up at Brian, “I guess we are-”

“Officially? Thank Merlin, I couldn’t live without kissing you for another day” With that he places a swift kiss on my lips, grinning from ear to ear.

[guccifloralsuits]

Gryles obviously

fuck yes, I love them sm, that gryles special snatched every single one of my wigs I am so bald. 2017 is truly the year of gryles

who is more likely to hurt the other? Harry’s more likely to hurt Nick - he’ll go out to the club with Nick, and sometimes he’s only got eyes for him, and those nights are the best, but sometimes he’ll be flirting by the back of the bar with a leggy model instead and that hurts Nick a lot but he just grits his teeth and down another drink. who is emotionally stronger? Ah…I don’t know. Nick, maybe? Because he’s just got this easy way about him, like he’s at peace with his life, and he’s got his shit figured out. Even if he doesn’t like what he’s feeling, he acknowledges and accepts it. Harry tries not to feel the things he doesn’t want towho is physically stronger? Harry, although it’s close who is more likely to break a bone? Honestly I see them drunkenly trying to pull some stupid shit together which ends up with matching broken arms. Everyone notices when it happens but Nick & Harry are suspiciously tight lipped about what went down. (they made a pact to each other about never mentioning it, ever, and neither is gunna be the one to break it) who knows best what to say to upset the other? I…don’t really see them consciously learning the ways to make the other mad. They have a really healthy relationship - otherwise they wouldn’t have stayed such good friends for so long - and I think when they upset each other, it’s only ever accidental. Well, Nick knows Harry hates when he publicly brings up past relationships, but that’s within the realm of their work and not their personal relationship, which they keep (rightfully) very separate. who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Harry. He’ll have done something that pissed Nick off, but he’s not sure what, so he shows up at Nick’s with N’s favorite takeout and a movie and an apology in his eyes and Nick can’t stay mad. who treats who’s wounds more often? Harry was always there for Nick’s relationship dramas, and always the person to help him get over his latest breakups, and gain back that post-relationship confidence. who is in constant need of comfort? Nick constantly comforts Harry, especially when it came to band drama, because he was an outside perspective who harry knew would a l w a y s be on his side, through thick and thin, through all the ups and downs. who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Nick. Because sometimes harry makes him feel all types of ways, and Nick just…needs some time away. Harry’s such an all encompassing presence and Nick is already in too deep and occasionally it’s all too much. He needs some time to regain his head. He always comes back, in the end. who will propose? Harry, because Nick is afraid of saddling down harry (which harry assures him is completely insane. Harry wants Nick, and no one else). It’ll be during a star-gazing date, and they’ll have driven to an empty meadow, sitting on the hood of their car and making up stories for the constillations (because the old ones are boring). Nick is telling Harry about how the Big Dipper was really frizz-beed into the sky by the drunken kitchen help after-hours, as a giant fuck you to their ass-hole boss, and harry can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. He looks over at Nick who’s smiling wide, content, with his crinkled eyes and laugh lines and it dawns on him suddenly: he wants to marry this man. He doesn’t even have a ring, so he slips one off his finger, and gets down on one knee. They’ll go out and get a real one, eventually, but for now, this will have to do. Nick thinks he’s having a piss, at first. It takes a while to convince him he’s not. He says yes, of course, and some passionate car sex ensues. Wow I need to go write a fic about this….who has the most difficult parents? neither, their parents knew their relationship was a long time coming and are surprised they didn’t get together sooner. who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? They both do, all the time, because their hands fit so well so why not fit them together? It’s super cliche to say their hands fit like puzzle pieces but their hands fit together like puzzle pieceswho comes up for the other all the time? Nick goes to every Harry show he has the chance to see and Harry comes into Radio One every free day he has in London. They text every day, sometimes just a joke and reaction gif or two, sometimes long winded conversations. who hogs the blankets? Harry is such a blanket hog, but they go out and buy like 12 extra blankets so its not too much of a problem. Harry also likes to use Nick as his personal blanket and Nick is more than okay with that.who gets more sad? Harry, sometimes randomly. He’ll just, go from having a good time to a mood drop in seconds, but Nick is great at picking up when Harry’s no longer having fun and knows how to comfort him. It only happens when in large crowds, when everyone is rambunctious and loud and talking over each other and he feels..out of place? Anyways, Nick gets it. who is better at cheering the other up? They are both great at it. They’re both the type to show up unannounced at the other’s house with wine and chocolate or a plan to head on an adventure, because they can tell the other is down. who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Harry to Nick - did you see the way he kind of did in in the gryles special when nick cracks a joke at that axe throwing place I LIVE who is more streetwise? Nick because Harry can’t really go out without getting recognized, so. He stays inside most the time, or in private who is more wise? They are both wise as hell and I think Nick doesn’t show it as much bc (esp on the radio) it’s not really his job, but. I bet gryles get like, deep as hell sometimes - and not the in a Fake Deep way, either. who’s the shyest? Harry, Nick’s job is literally to be extroverted. I love how easily Nick accepts harry’s shyness though. Ugh. I’m so deep in my gryles feelings after writing this someone help me. who boasts about the other more? Nick about Harry because he knows harry (secretly) loves it. Harry, on the other hand, rarely likes speaking about those that he holds close. It’s like he wants to keep them all for himself. who sits on who’s lap? Harry on Nicks lap, facing him with his legs straddled over nicks hips, having to tilt slightly upwards to meet nick’s eyes. 

Fuck, I need to go read some fan fiction, immediately. I am now balls deep in gryles feelings holy shit I am not okay. I am actually crying. thanks 4 this ily 

Send me ships and I’ll answer these questions about them wooo

[artificialqueens]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Adore was incredibly nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adore reached for the door handle but was stopped abruptly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Action!” Matt shouted.

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

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

“I hate her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you nervous?” Willam asked bewildered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“3, 2, 1 and action!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well…” Adore trailed off.

Fuck. Her line. What was her next line?

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

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

“Line?” Adore asked meekly.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready.” Adore announced.

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes.” Adore stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

Get it together Adore, Adore thought to herself.

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

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

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

Fuck.

She was fucking up her movie.

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

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

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

She was humiliated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————–

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

She had to go back in there.

Why was she like this?

She looked at herself in the mirror as she wondered.

What made her act like this?

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

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

“You can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clearly, that wasn’t happening now.

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

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

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

I’ll show her, Adore thought.

————————–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Willam:What happened to defusing the bomb?

BDR:I’ll tell you when I see you.

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

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

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Probably.” Willam agreed sullenly.

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

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

Roy downed the rest of his drink and stood up.

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

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

——————-

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

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

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

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

It was now or never, Roy thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roy chuckled, shaking his head.

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

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

“Grumpy man.” Danny muttered.

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

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

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

Danny pulled away, smiling widely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was an absolute mess.

A mess neither one of them were prepared for.

[setepenre-set]

Overlord

Megamind, gen (outside perspective on pre-Megamind/Roxanne) 

M rating, prequel for Code: Safeword.

The Overlord of Metrocity, through the eyes of his criminal empire.

(suggested by @siadea)

AO3  |  FFN

The kid’s wearing a leather jacket with the collar popped up, leaning against the wall like he thinks he’s James Dean or something. That’s the second thing Scar notices about him.

The first thing she notices about him is the weird, oversized shape of his bald head.

The third thing she notices about him is the blue skin—that comes third because the streetlights on this corner wash everything out a little blue, up to and including Scar’s hair. Which is fucking irritating, really, after all the goddamn money she’s spent on keeping it perfect—bright red and chemically relaxed until it’s straight and shiny. It’s her real hair, too, and she’s damn proud of it; she’s not like Beauty, with her wigs for every day of the week.

Beauty, who is wearing the blonde wig tonight, big barbie doll curls gleaming gold against her dark skin, makes a noise of outrage behind Scar when she sees the kid standing on their corner. It’s echoed by the other girls. Scar gives them a swift glance over her shoulder and they mostly go quiet, though she doesn’t think she’s imagining the extra snap to the way their high-heels hit the sidewalk as they move forward.

The kid straightens up from the wall when they stop in front of him. Scar pops a hip and looks him up and down dismissively.

He’s obviously new to this.

The eyeliner’s good, but the jeans should be tighter, and his jacket’s zipped up; he should be holding it open, never mind that it’s fucking freezing out (dirty snow in the gutters, but Scar and her girls are all damn well wearing miniskirts, because they are professionals).

“Psycho says this is our corner,” Scar says to the kid, not bothering with greetings, or with making her tone anything other than a challenge. “Can I help you?”

The kid smiles at her, sharp and fast, like he’s flicking out a switchblade.

“I think,” he says, “that we can help each other.”

Scar blinks, looks him up and down again, her previous assumption of competition changing to potential client.

(he doesn’t look like he’s got money, but hey, maybe he robbed a gas station or something. Scar doesn’t give a shit where he got the money, as long as he can pay.)

Scar leans into her popped-out hip a little harder, gives him her automatic client-smile.

“Sure, sugar,” she says, gesturing at herself, Beauty, Cara, Lily, and Devika. “We’re here to help. Which one of us you wanna see?”

“I would very much like to talk to all of you,” he says decisively.

Scar’s eyebrows rise. Lily, Cara, and Beauty laugh. Devika makes a dismissive noise.

“Uh-huh,” she says, “well. If you think you can—uh—handle. All of us. Gonna have to see the money first, though, kid.”

She’s figuring he doesn’t have it; she’s also figuring that calling him kid is gonna piss him off, especially since the others aren’t even bothering to smother their laughter anymore.

To her surprise, though, he just frowns slightly, tipping his head like he’s not sure of the joke.

“—I did specify talk for a reason,” he says, “but of course I will still be willing to pay you for your time.”

He reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a stack of bills, fans them out, then folds them up again and slides them back into his pocket.

The other girls stop laughing; Devika whistles quietly. Scar’s eyebrows rise even higher. Fuck, that’s a lot of money.

“Sure, sure,” she says. “What you wanna talk about?”

He shakes his head.

“Not here,” he says, “and not now. You usually finish up around six, correct? Meet me at the  Madison street diner then.”

Scar bites the inside of her cheek. By six, all of them are going to be more than ready to get back to the club for their morning dose of smoke—Scar just as much as the rest of them. Psycho’s got his claws into all of them good and deep; if this kid wants to talk long, they’re not gonna be getting the shakes and the aches—

But goddamn, that was a fuckton of money—

“Yeah, okay,” Scar says, and the kid nods sharply, turns on his heel, and walks away.

“—the fuck was that?” says Devika, speaking for all of them.

They debate all night over whether or not to show up at the diner. Lily says she thinks he’s a wannabe pimp, looking to take over some of Psycho’s territory, in which case, they need to stay the hell away from him. He looks younger than Cara, even, and skinny enough for Scar to snap in half, let alone one of Psycho’s thugs. Cara thinks he’s someone Psycho sent to spy on them; Devika says Cara’s paranoid—it’s a diner; what’s the worst that can happen? Beauty votes they go. Worst comes to worst, she says, they can just beat him up and take the money.

“We go,” Scar says. “If he’s looking to steal Psycho’s territory, we can tell Psycho, yeah? And still get the money.”

Cara and Lily scowl, but they all go.

The woman waitressing doesn’t even blink when Scar and the girls walk in. Scar supposes, working the redeye shift at the Madison street diner, that the woman has probably seen stranger things than five streetwalkers coming to breakfast.

One of the stranger things is seated at a table in the corner: under the fluorescent lights, his skin color is startlingly blue, and his head looks stranger than ever. Scar hesitates a moment, but they’ve come this far, and like Devika says—it’s a diner; what’s the worst that can happen?

They sit.

“Talk,” Scar says, knee bouncing restlessly, hands clenching and unclenching under the table—Lily’s last client took longer than expected, and they’re all already aching for their fix.

The kid doesn’t talk, though, just opens his hand and spills a handful of white pills out onto the cigarette-scarred green plastic of the tablecloth.

“The hell is that?” Scar asks scornfully.

“The antidote,” the kid says, leaning back in his chair.

“To what?”

“To the thing that’s making you shake like that,” he says softly.

Scar goes still; all of them do.

“Bullshit,” she whispers. “There ain’t no antidote.”

“There is, though,” he says. “I made it.”

Cara makes an angry noise.

“What the fuck we doing here, talking to this freak thinks he’s a dealer, huh?” she asks, hands flat on the table, getting ready to shove herself to her feet.

Scar, though, has her eyes on the kid’s face; she puts her hand on Cara’s wrist.

“How much you want for them?” she asks.

“I don’t want money,” he says. “I want your assistance.”

Scar narrows her eyes at him.

“You think you gonna take over from Psycho, then?” she asks, voice mocking.

The kid smiles that switchblade smile.

“Oh, no,” he says, “no, I don’t want Psycho Delic’s territory. I want the whole city. And I’m going to take it. And then I’m going to give Psycho’s job to you. If you’ll give me your assistance.”

The girls all bust out laughing, Scar would, too, except she’s still looking at the kid’s face.

(his eyes are fucking disconcerting—it took her this long to notice them, because the obvious weirdness of his skin and his head distracted her, but his eyes give Scar the shivers. They’re too goddamn green, for one thing, like something that belongs in a beaker labeled ‘poison’. And they seem to shine slightly, like he’s burning from the inside-out—like there’s a chemical fire raging beneath his skin.)

(the expression in them is the worst part, though—it’s the expression of someone who knows he’s burning because he’s the one that damn well struck the match.)

“Explain,” Scar says, and his smile widens, sharpens as his eyes burn and burn and burn.

“I think it’s time for introductions, first, don’t you?” he says. “Your name is Miss Scarlet, isn’t it?”

“—yeah,” Scar says, after an almost imperceptible pause. She did call herself Scarlet, originally, for her hair, but she’s been calling herself Scar ever since Psycho marked up her face.

Nobody’s ever called her Miss Scarlet, though. It’s extra weird ‘cause he doesn’t seem to be joking or making fun of her, with it.

“Miss Scarlet,” she echoes, liking the sound of it. “And this is Beauty, Lily, Devika, and Cara.”

“I am very pleased to make your acquaintance,” he says, still smiling. “My name is Megamind. But you may call me Overlord.”

Scar stares at him for a long moment, and then all of them laugh. His smile doesn’t falter, though.

“…yeah, okay, whatever,” Miss Scarlet says finally,

She makes him take one of the pills himself, sits and watches him for an hour to make sure the pills don’t make him drop over dead or anything. (her skin feels like it’s going to crawl off of her body by the time the hour’s up, but it doesn’t seem to have any bad effect on him.)

Scarlet, Beauty, and Devika take the pills; Cara and Lily don’t. They don’t trust them, and Scar wants them to be able to function normal anyhow, if these pills fuck the rest of the group up.

“The pills are a combination of the antidote,” the blue kid says, “and another chemical which should allow you to manage the cravings with more ease—I’d suggest supplementing it with nicotine, too. Cigarettes, patches, gum, whatever you like.”

Scar’s not expecting much, in spite of his big talk, but when she walks into Psycho’s, she takes a deep breath of the cloying, pink-smoke-scented air, and that sick-sweet rush of relief/arousal/satisfaction—doesn’t come.

“I’ll be god damned,” says Beauty, beneath her breath. “That shit works.”

They don’t tell Psycho about the kid, or the pills, and they meet him at the diner again the next morning, where he elaborates on what, exactly, he means about taking the whole city.

“—I don’t believe you,” Cara says flatly, when he’s finished.

“Cara—” Scar says.

“No, fuck you!” Cara says angrily, “And fuck him, too, tryin’ to lie to us like that! This little freak’s gonna help us? Wake up, Scarlet!”

“Tell me,” the blue kid says, tilting his head, “what would it take to convince you?”

Cara rounds on him snarling.

“You,” she spits, “you think you’re gonna be a big deal or somethin’, huh? Psycho’s gonna fuck you up, and then he’s gonna fuck us up for being stupid enough to talk to you! You know what Psycho does to whores who disobey? You forget what happened to your face, Scar? You all forget what happened to Vicki?”

“Cara, come on—”

“Lemme just remind you what happened to Vicki,” Cara says, “Got herself thrown out the fucking window, that’s what happened to Vicki. And all she did was talk to a different pimp. So I’ll tell you,” she says, turning back on the kid, “what it’ll take to convince me, Mr. ‘Overlord’—you throw that piece of trash out his own goddamn window, the way he did Vicki, and I’ll be pretty damn convinced. Until then? Fuck off.”

She shoves her chair back, stands, and walks out of the diner.

“I see,” the kid who calls himself Megamind murmurs as the door slams shut behind her.

One week later, when Psycho’s finally got them off street duty, he calls all five of them up to his office for a private session with a client.

Who turns out to be Megamind.

Scar sees him and freezes for a second in horror—oh god, oh god, this kid’s going to get himself killed—

“Ladies,” Psycho says, and Scar can taste the danger in the air, underneath the pink smoke smell that pervades the room. “I’d like to introduce you to—what did you say your name was again?”

The kid smiles like a switchblade, but Psycho’s grinning like a crocodile, slow and lazy, and fuck her, that emphasis he put on introduce—Psycho knows, doesn’t he; this kid’s gonna get them all killed, and there’s two guards at the door and she knows for a fact that Psycho has a gun under his desk and—

The kid, seated in the chair in front of Psycho’s desk, raises his chin.

“My name is Megamind,” he says, “but you may call me Overlord.”

Psycho laughs, low and dark and nasty, and Scar’s stomach twists and Psycho jerks his head at the two guards in the door, who move forward towards the kid in the chair and—

It happens fast, too fast, inhuman-fast, so fast that when Scar remembers it later, she sees it in slow motion, a sort of flick-flick-flick of images, like a real old-fashioned cartoon.

Megamind’s in the chair—the thugs are moving forward—Megamind’s on his feet—

There’s a pen on the desk—it’s in Megamind’s hand—now it’s in the first guard’s shoulder. The man makes a noise of pain and Megamind ducks, kicking out backwards at the same time—the blow connects with the second guard’s knee with a crack—that leg gives out beneath him and Megamind surges upward, grabbing hold of the pen that’s in the first man’s shoulder and using it to hoist himself up in the air, planting one foot in the man’s groin and kicking back and up this time, knee bent, back arched like a dancer, so that his foot slams beneath the second guard’s jaw this time—

The guard goes down hard, blood and teeth on the floor; the first man bellows and tries to pound his fist into Megamind’s side, but Megamind kicks off of his body and actually flips himself backwards, out of the man’s reach, left palm hitting the floor, then his feet, as he lands lightly in a crouch, the bloody pen back in his right hand now.

Psycho shouts something, reaching beneath his desk, and the guard lunges for Megamind, who rises to his feet and moves like he’s gonna close with the man, but then at the last second he ducks and spins out of arms length, right arm snapping out like a cobra striking, burying the pen swiftly in the man’s side before yanking it back.

The guard screams and turns, too slow, too slow, arm swiping clumsily at Megamind, who catches his wrist and puts the pen all the way through his hand. The man screams again, falling to his knees, clutching his hand, and Megamind grabs the back of his head, holds him in place, and brings his knee up sharply, connecting with the man’s face. He falls and—

—the sound of Psycho pulling the trigger of the gun is like a clap of thunder inside the room; Scar hears someone scream—Lily, she thinks—and Megamind turns to Psycho, but he doesn’t fall and—

— the gun again, but Megamind still isn’t falling, he’s moving forward, and—

—this time she hears the crack that follows as the bullet somehow breaks the laws of physics, bounces around Megamind, and goes through the big glass picture window behind Psycho and—

— the expression on Psycho’s face: almost comical terror as Megamind steps fluidly onto the top of the desk and—

—Psycho screams and fires at Megamind from inches away and—

(click click click the gun’s empty and)

Megamind raises one booted foot and slams it forward into Psycho’s chest, so much force that the whole chair flies backwards and Psycho Delic—

—crashes through the window.

For a moment, the room is silent and still, and then—

“Holy fuck,” Cara breathes, and darts forward to the window. Scar and the other girls aren’t far behind; they get there in time to see Psycho, lying on the ground and shrieking, get shot by what looks like a robotic gorilla, and turn into a tiny blue cube.

“—the fuck,” Davika says weakly.

“Well done, Minion!” Megamind calls from behind Scar. “Come inside now and meet us at the top—feel free to shoot anyone who gives you any trouble!”

“You got it, Sir!” the robot says cheerfully.

“—the fuck,” Lily croaks.

“Fuck you!” Cara screams out the window, presumably at the tiny cube that used to be Psycho Delic. “Fuck yeah!”

She spins around, dark eyes wild. Scar turns, too, along with the other girls.

Megamind is leaning up against Psycho’s desk, that mad light dancing in his eyes as he twirls the bloodstained pen between his fingers. He smiles, sharp and bright.

“Now, I think we have business, to discuss,” he says.

“…and that’s—all that you want,” Miss Scarlet says slowly. “The money—and the information.”

“Yes,” Megamind says, “the vice tax money, as agreed, with exact percentage to be negotiated after the registry is operational and we have a better idea of the Association’s income. And the information about all of the Association’s clientele.”

“…and that’s it,” Scar says, and then pauses, waiting. “That’s—the only thing you want? Nothing…else?”

(out of the corner of her eye, Scar sees the other girls exchanging glances, waiting for it, for him to say—)

“Yes, of course that’s all,” Megamind says, sounding as if he can’t imagine what else he might ask for. “Are the terms to your liking, Miss Scarlet?”

She stares at him hard for a moment, but his expression doesn’t waver.

“Yeah,” she says, “sounds good to me.”

“How long do you think it’ll be before he wants to fuck one of us?” Lily asks dryly, later that night.

Devika snorts.

“Didn’t think he was gonna have to ask,” she says, “thought Cara might fuck him right there in Psycho’s office.”

“You say that like it’s a joke but I totally one-thousand percent would have,” Cara says seriously.

Davika and Lily both laugh.

“Maybe he didn’t think it needed saying?” Beauty says, scrubbing off her makeup. “Maybe he’s just planning on stopping by the club, you know, whenever?”

“If he is, then he can pay, same as any other customer,” Scar says, voice cool.

This earns her a chorus of hoots and whistles from the girls.

“Bet it’s Scar he wants to fuck,” Lily says, and bats her eyelashes, “Miss Scarlet.”

Scar throws a used towel at her.

The Overlord does stop by the club plenty of times in the coming months, but he never says anything about special privileges—it’s a little disconcerting, to be honest.

“Maybe he likes dick,” says Hot Flash, lighting a cigarette.

“Excuse me,” says Beauty, exaggeratedly offended. “If that’s the case, then I have more than enough to offer!”

Hot Flash gives a throaty laugh.

“Ya know what I mean,” she says. “Maybe he likes dicks when they ain’t attached to girls.”

“Bobby down at the Gentleman’s Gentleman told me,” Davika says, “that a bunch of them made passes, too, and got nothing.”

Scarlet chews the end of her pen thoughtfully. Hot Flash shrugs.

“Maybe he likes ‘em butch,” she says.

The burly, muscular thug Hot Flash brought along tonight—Gary, Scarlet thinks his name is, gives a cough, and goes a little red.

They all turn to look at him expectantly.

“What, really?” Hot Flash says gleefully. “Why, Gary, baby, here I thought you were on the straight and narrow!”

Gary goes an even deeper shade of red, shakes his head.

“Tried,” he mumbles. “Got nowhere, too.”

They all sigh with disappointment.

“Damn,” says Beauty.

“I’ll bet I could get him to fuck me if I tried,” Lily says.

They all blink at her.

“I’m just saying!” Lily says, “I could!”

They all—without actually saying that they’re going to—try.

Even Scarlet gives into the general insanity and wears something extra slinky when the Overlord’s next visit is scheduled. Not that it does any good, because every single girl in the whole club seems to have decided to do the same thing.

The Overlord doesn’t even seem to notice. It’s kinda maddening.

“Uncle Lou,” the Overlord says to Lou Nowicki, “I’d like you to meet our new associate.”

Lou Nowicki raises his eyebrows. The Overlord’s sharp smile does not waver, the edges of it becoming even more pointed.

Scar draws herself up, lifts her chin.

The Overlord does not break his gaze with Nowicki, who, at last, sighs and holds out his hand to Scarlet.

“Lou Nowicki,” he says. “And you are, madam?”

This guy, Scar can tell, is making a dig at her when he calls her madam. And all of a sudden, Scar doesn’t care how many people he’s killed, doesn’t care how much time he’s done, doesn’t care who the hell he is. Fuck this guy.

She thinks of switchblades, and then she smiles.

“Madame,” she says, putting out her hand so that Lou Nowicki can’t tell if he’s supposed to shake it or kiss it. “Madame La Roux,” she adds, remembering the half-semester of high school french she took before dropping out.

(The Overlord, watching the exchange, smiles just a little wider.)

“—so what’s the, you know, deal,” says Eva Palmer says, when the leading ladies of the criminal underworld have gathered to have their bi-weekly wine-and-gossip session.

(it’s only the second wine-and-gossip party that Mrs. Palmer’s been to, but Scarlet likes her already. She was worried at first; Eva had seemed so intimidating with her clipboards and her wire-rimmed glasses and her suits—but she’s a lot more fun that she appears, especially once she’s had a few glasses of wine)

“The deal with what?” Lady Doppler asks, sipping her wine delicately.

(she, Scarlet thinks, is exactly as un-fun as she seems, although Lily swears up and down that she gives the best head in the universe—evidently they hooked up a few times)

“The deal,” Eva says, gesturing expansively, wine tilting precariously in her glass, “with the Overlord. I can’t figure it out! Who is he sleeping with? It’s has to be somebody, right?”

The whole room gives a collective groan.

“Wh—are you serious?” Eva asks incredulously. “But he’s so—” she gestures again.

“We know, honey; we know,” Hot Flash says sympathetically.

“Oh, come on!” Eva says, “You’re not going to tell me that all of that—” another comprehensive gesture, “—is just going to waste!”

She looks at Scarlet reproachfully.

“Well, it ain’t my fault!” Scarlet says. “Not like I ain’t tried!” she adds, tipsy enough that she doesn’t mind admitting to it.

“We’ve all tried,” Cara says.

“And tried,” Beauty says.

Davika and Lily clink their glasses. Gary, in the corner, raises his own glass in silent, mournful agreement.

Madame LaRoux is interviewing a potential new Association member when the doors to her office slam open dramatically and the Overlord stalks in, unannounced and scowling. She’s used to him by now, so—dramatics aside—his sudden appearance doesn’t shock her, even if he has taken to dressing in skintight leather lately.

The girl she’s interviewing—Missy, she calls herself—isn’t quite as blasé. She freezes, wide-eyed, mouth dropping open.

“I has come to my attention that—” the Overlord begins, voice thunderous, and then Missy’s kid, who Madame LaRoux has let play with a stack of folders in the corner of the office, toddles forward and grabs his leg.

The Overlord stops, looks down at the kid, and then Missy darts forward, snatching him up, babbling apologies. The kid doesn’t appear phased; he makes an insistent noise and reaches a pudgy hand towards the Overlord’s face.

Which goes from scowling to round-eyed surprise in a split second.

“—oh,” he says, “um—ah?”

The kid laughs like this is the funniest goddamn thing he’s ever heard.

“Oh, look at you; you’re adorable!” the Overlord exclaims.

The kid covers his own face with his hands, then peeps over them.

“Ooh, yes!” the Overlord says, covers his own face with his gloved hands, then peeks out at the boy. “This game! I know this game! Ahahaha! Yes!”

The kid laughs loudly again.

It’s some minutes later that the Overlord finally remembers what he originally made his dramatic entrance for, and it’s only because Minion comes in and takes over entertaining Missy’s kid.

(some of the girls down at the docks have been having trouble with a group of former clients harassing them; he wanted to let Madame LaRoux know that Hot Flash will have a group of brainbots available to accompany her when she sees to the problem, tonight)

“—maternity leave,” he says abruptly.

Madame LaRoux blinks.

“What, now?” she says.

“Have you thought about maternity leave for members?” he asks.

“Well, the Association’s board has been talking about it since last June,” Madame LaRoux says slowly, “but I never brought it up in meetings ‘cause we couldn’t figure out how to afford it.”

The Overlord makes a noise of dissatisfaction, glancing over at Missy and her kid, playing peek-a-boo with Minion now.

“Send me the numbers,” he says, “if we need to, we can decrease the vice tax on the Association until it becomes self-sufficient enough to support the members.”

“Don’t bother,” Madame LaRoux says, as Missy fairly cranes her neck watching the Overlord leave the room.

The girl’s head whips around, her eyes wide.

“—I’m—I’m sorry?” she asks.

“With the Overlord,” Madame LaRoux says, “Don’t bother.”

Missy flushes.

“Oh—I—I didn’t realize you two were—”

Madame LaRoux shakes her head.

“We’re not,” she says. “I’m just telling you so you don’t wast your time, sugar. Everybody comes in here, just about, has a try for him. Half the time, he doesn’t even seem to notice. So just trust me—don’t waste your time.”

“…right,” Missy says, but Madame LaRoux can already tell she’s not gonna listen, and sure enough, three months later, Missy’s crying in her office about—

“—and then he talked to me about how I never needed to feel like I owed anyone anything, and that if I ever felt anyone in a position of power was trying to pressure me that I could tell you and he was so nice and I—w-wanted—to—d-die—”

“Mm-hm,” Madame LaRoux says, having heard all this before. God, she hopes Beauty gets her ass up to the office soon; she ain’t cut out for this heartbreak and crying shit.

Funny story, first time Madame LaRoux sees the Overlord with Roxanne Ritchi, the girl doesn’t strike her as anything special.

It’s during one of the Overlord’s battles with Metro Man, that first meeting; the Overlord takes the girl—she’s a small-time reporter or something—hostage, briefly, and then that dumb fuck in white sets him on fire.

It’s all over quickly; none of it seems particularly significant.

The second time she sees them together, on the other hand—

It’s a real kidnapping, this one; he’s got her tied to a chair and everything, and he’s leaning over her as he says something threatening.

And then Roxanne Ritchi arches her eyebrows and arches her neck, tilting her head back to look him in the eyes as she makes a smart-ass remark and then she smirks at him and—

It’s like a light turns on inside of him; it occurs to Scar that she’s never actually seen him look happy before.

(he’s looking at that girl in the chair like he is more overjoyed by the simple fact of her existence than he’s ever been by anything else in his entire life.)

“—damn it,” Scar says out loud to the television screen.

The next bi-weekly ladies-of-the-underworld meeting is a sober affair, in spite of all the alcohol they’re drinking.

“—fuck,” says Madame LaRoux, finally raising her glass in an ineloquent toast.

“Fuck,” they all echo, raising their own glasses.

Fucking Roxanne Ritchi.