#lmao bea had no shot

[simplykorra]

beatrice’s gay ass never stood a chance

[embrace-your-inner-kid]

Found out my coworker is into Warrior Nun too and we started talking about the series, and I got whiplash when she told me she was confused that Ava kissed Beatrice. She was convinced that Ava didn't share Bea's feelings.

Lmao what!? I had to have looked like the Pikachu meme when I whipped my head over to better look at her.

I literally said: "how do you miss the insane amount of hearteyes Ava had allllll season?!"

Told her they planted the seed for their relationship back near the beginning of S1 and she was like "yeah I got it from Beatrice's side, but I thought it was only Beatrice who had feelings".

I was like: "You really watched the 1st 2 episodes of S2 and didn't conclude that Ava returned those feelings? The insane shot of her losing her breath and staring like she had a romantic revelation while watching Bea dance on its own should have been a bright green light that those feelings were mutual. That was an intentional decision by the writers/director with a message to convey to the audience, and if that scene had Ava staring at a dude instead of Beatrice there would have been no question what the intention of the scene was."

Straight goggles are insane 😂

But I guess if you're super straight and have never thought about anything between 2 people of the same sex being anything but platonic it would create a biased blind spot in the viewing of a very obvious romantic pairing.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

20 asks for fic writers

thank u @plecotusauritus, @kaaaaaaarf, @pinkthekla & @kaleidoscopexsighs for tagging me🥹<3 ily all

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

four but we only talk about three of those😌🤘🏼

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

about 13.8k words (i have no idea where to look this up i typed it into my phone calculator lmao)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

on my ao3 marauders, in the Docs marauders, haikyuu, atla and on Wattp*d🤬 young royals & shera lol (i was like 15 years old ok)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

🤓 my number 1 though is Always Pushing her Luck with a stellar one hundret and ten because yall are some sluts for a good lesbian smut fic

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes!! i love interacting with people on art no matter if it’s theirs or mine<3

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmm i think Teeth actually? not really angsty but maybe it kind of makes you go 😬😳 or WAIT maybe my very first jeg microfic thing, the Stag one yknow.. where James is dead😁

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

again, from my ao3 one’s probably Ribs but microfics probably just all the fluffy ones, i’m looking at the cookie baking one here esp, also Walk and Carry

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope! but i was lowkey concerned for the new non-con fic jdkskd But so far so good hahah

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

why yes i do. mm mostly the unhinged kind in some way hdksks but ig the lesbian wolfstar one is very tender too<3

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

not crossovers per se but we love a good AU of another fandom universe, my marauders Maze Runner Au is very dear to me, we’ll see if she ever sees the light of the day

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nopesie

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but! i will have to kick @pinkthekla cass and me in the ass to make it happen someday because the world deserves to see one james potter horny and humbled

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

this changes all the time honestly and they’re all very very close to each other but i’m gonna have to say iwaoi on top because their chemistry is just unmatched and something i hold so close to my heart, they just mean a lot of comfort to me! so thats prob why

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

hm, i mean i’m only 20 i have all the time in the world. but perhaps that one barty in a maids dress smut one shot? not sure i’ll come back to that one again but who knows!

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i can do a dialogue quite good but it’s hard for me to get into a zone or scenario where it comes to that naturally, but whenever it does happen? i’m super happy and proud of the result (that’s why i like my hitmen jegulus microfic so much)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably that i’m not really good at creating a storyline/plot djskks that’s something that does Not come easily to me and probably one of the only reasons i havent really finished any of my big fics or even their first chapters. If i have a plan/ a prompt or something in general i can orientate myself off of it flows super easily (all the microfics and Ant Pile) but coming up with something of my own is very hard and i often feel kinda bad about it too :,))

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

would love to, i have some smol things planned for mira mi amor that i will probably go and bother @appreciatedmoron bea about as well as my two irl bsfs since they’re quite good at spanish but besides that i’d only really trust myself with german since thats my first language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

actually shera i think

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i really love Ant Pile atm but from my published one’s i couldnt really choose actually djsksk i really like the metaphors and visuals i came up with in Ribs though <3

np tagging: @rottin6, @maliceofminds, @strezzlecki aand idk anyone that sees this and hasn’t been tagged yet!! (i see yall liking these i Will bully u in the dms)

[saiiboat]

luck of the roll joui accidentally shot bea before she had the chance to shoot anyone else 😭😭😭 but now dante is freaking it LMAO

[ntls-24722]

i HATE this bitch. but i LOVE HER. I DESPISE THIS BITCH

ok. LISTEN. dont let these cute pics fool you. she's fucked up. but i love her as a character

Clavier is pretty much a bastardization of my Glamrock DJMM concept where he just leaves the plex on account of the fact he's no longer limited to the fact he's like 2 stories tall. There's two timelines of how this plays out that lead to radically different DJMMs, Creek and Clavier. (btw i made them both bigender so i'll be switching up pronouns a lot. so watch out lmao)

Creek, instead of gradually assimilating into society like Clavier, befriended all the birds in a 10 mile radius and used her massive bird army to force the local government into letting her be a person. I adore Creek.

Clavier, on the other hand, had a very slow transition into society which also led to her trying to be as human as she can with modifications to her model, like her face being covered in silicone and having actual eyes instead of black voids of nothingness (this, storywise, comes off a lot like him transitioning, which personally hits home). They also have a lot of... like... dysphoria? Over not being human? Which, originally, mostly led to her "transition" but like, this also lead to... extreme measures. Which leads me to why i want to throw her down the stairs 😳

So, Clavier is aware that there is nothing for her after death since she's powered off and has faced the robot equivalent of death. So she's just scared shitless of that. But he believes that humans do have an afterlife (and, iirc, in fnaf lore, he's right?) that he is unable to access due to not having a soul, which is very convoluting for him as someone who is. very religious.

I forgot to mention but in both timelines, they have a gf who they love the absolute shit out of named Bea. They're so disgustingly in love and its really sweet and Clavier ruins it by being... Clavier. Because she learns about Afton's work and realizes that she could take a soul for herself and hopefully get an afterlife of some kind. (by the way, i feel like its worthy to note that she isn't scared of hell. she doesn't mind suffering for eternity as long as she is somewhere.)

And because he fears that he can't take any old soul, it might possess him and take him over - if he wanted to assimilate with a soul he wants it to be a good one, and he immediately and begrudgingly targets Bea, since he believes she has the greatest soul around.

So he writes down just about EVERYTHING about Bea. Cataloguing hypotheticals, her dreams, everything she loved, and for years he works and works to make them come true so that she wouldn't have regrets when she died. When he feels like it's been enough, he takes her out on one last date and kills her with a shot of pentobarbitol, so she'd die painlessly just as she hoped.

As she withers in his arms she admits that if he had waited just a little longer, she would've proposed to him that night and Clavier is left with the crushing realization of just what he had done and his empty victory of having her soul and heart, torn from her and stuffed inside himself.

get fucked clavier, L bozo

Anyways other than creepy christian DJMM i have Comet as a Bigass House

Usually for versions of Comet I keep him, like, organic? Idk what I was doing here? But i made him into a giant sentient spider house and its also a redesign from this, which changed almost nothing about him.

In the giant list of music man aus he's known as the solarpunk one since in the loosely developed world that he's a part of, its a cool solarpunk future and everyone actually grows much of their own food. The world is back to a massive trading community, it's great

While not a music man, these guys are part of SOS - The hemonymphs, shapeshifting bloodsuckers who all have daddy issues.

They were SUPPOSED to be mosquito people (they still are) but as i developed them they became these weird teethbirds. as weird as they look i actually really love these guys i think they're so silly

Weird bit of their lore, but they're kind of not a species??? They're all siblings since they all almost exclusively come from THIS creepy asshole: Dr. Hemlock, a mistake from the facility (the Oort Cloud) that created Comet - He's a psycho who goes around decapitating people and sucking the soul out of em, and began asexually reproducing to do the same thing to his kids or to use them as pawns. zoinks‼️

[karatam]

for the ask meme 1, 4, 27 and 77 (for "come back (even as a shadow, even as a dream")

For this writing meme

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

I've only really written that one multi-chaptered fic, so I can't be totally sure, but I think I probably prefer writing one-shots. Or maybe just slightly shorter multi-chapters lmao. it was literally 4 months of writing 2000 words a day, and kind of burned me out for a while afterwards. It was fun, and (mostly) rewarding, but wow it was a lot of work. With one-shots, I usually write them in a week and don't need to worry quite so much about plotting out every little thread and detail.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

truly randomly. some are prompts from friends, but some are just random ideas in my head. like come back was all based on a single image in my head that happens about halfway through, and I then wrote over 100k words to make it happen lmao

I have written ficlets based on submitted prompts before, but I think all my more substantive fics have been from my own ideas or a friend's suggestion

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Most favourite: that moment when a bunch of plot threads come together and just resolve themselves, either on purpose or by accident. there were a few times when Kay, my beta, went "oh wow, this is a great callback/parallel to this previous scene" and I was like "oh, huh, I definitely meant to do that. definitely". also when people leave comments about how rude a fic is lolol

Least favourite: there were days when I just had to write the bits getting us to the important scenes, when I had to just drag myself to the keyboard to get some words down. also, when the plotting wasn't quite working, when things aren't lining up quite right.

also, honestly, when the feedback isn't quite what I was hoping for, but I've been trying to not focus on that

77. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from "come back (even as a shadow, even as a dream)"?

I think in chapter 3, it's just a scene of Ava and Bea talking about the situation, about their relationship, and it has my favourite line of the whole fic. I wrote it and went "oh, there it is" because the romance of the fic really finally clicked into place for my writing.

also, in the final chapter, there's a part with Beatrice and Mother Superion that I hadn't intended to really write, but it got me in the heart. Also Ava and Lilith (fun fact: Lilith was not originally going to have such a large part in this fic, but as it grew and turned more into a speculative season 3, it just made sense to have her there, because she's such an important character)

and, of course, the scene that I wrote the whole fic around, which I hope I did justice to ;)

Send me a few numbers!

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

(pls tell me if this gets annoying)

i played origins last but i love the variety of the spells. i mean, yes, it was A Lot to deal with but once you got your combos down it was like those streetfighter games where you just line up your shots like a sniper & destroy every encounter. but yes Hasted Bea would be !!! 

oh yeah. i mean i was toying with the idea of Ava being tranquil & the Breach curing her but your idea is so much better imo so instead healing it = very cool. & yeah maybe when Lilith finds out it’s kind of her Big Trust Moment with Ava & Ava immediately goes a bit nova over the feeling she gets - from Hope - that she could do something like that.

& like, tranquility is so messed up & she definitely had loads of her friends taken by the Templars & made tranquil because Ava would make friends with the most downtrodden/ disobedient kids in her Circle for sure. & like, it’s a very OCS thing, right? watching everyone you love get taken from you, & Ava constantly getting left behind because she’s a spirit healer which makes her juuuuust barely too valuable to be casually made tranquil, hence the fact that she’s killed once the Circle falls. (oh no Diego?? i think there ARE some standards in the circles of not making anyone tranquil before they are a certain age, but maybe he’s not a very strong mage and it would have been almost guaranteed that he’d be made tranquil. kinda like how frances would have killed Diego too). i just... I love the surana/amell origin & i really love the idea of Ava being a circle mage and now being able to reverse tranquility. hell yeah!

coooould Dorian just be an advisor? i mean, i think Ava would rarely bring Solas with her, so in a similar vein? i think Ava would like half the time want to hit Dorian over the head with her staff but he’d introduce her to good wines and food & take her seriously when she wants to talk shop so she’d be like …. alright.

& yeah, Michael as Felix but idk if the blight sickness is a thing with him? or Mary could be like…. yeah i have a solution for that but ur not gonna like it (cue her sending a raven to Shan like ‘ayyy is anyone on this continent in possession of archdemon blood so we can make warden-potion?’) & yeah Bea would Heavily disapprove of all things Tevinter but again they would have things in common & Dorian is pretty responsive to ppl calling him out on things. (some poor writing in-game aside) Bea would be like 'reluctantly.... perhaps i can fix him?' & Ava would be like 'oh when he starts to sound too Tevinter i just mess up his hair. it works really well!'

it would definitely make the Hinterlands shorter if they were, y’know, delegating lol. & then you get all the party dynamics and also the smaller group dynamics when they split up. (oh, the Exalted Plains mission. what’s it called? All New, Faded for Her. Ava would be genuinely devastated - as a spirit healer she’d understand exactly what was done to the spirit & would be so angry & probably Bea would need to calm her down to stop her from drop-kicking the mages responsible through a wall - she’d never kill them but ‘i could be okay with seriously injured, Bea. i could.’ 

AW YIS Josie & MS!! fjghdkskhgd yes MS getting Leliana’s out & out mischeivous side, mediated through Josie. oh, and would we have MS follow Leliana’s arc of either being ‘hardened’ or ‘softened’ based on the decisions in her personal quest? bc i feel like s2 MS is soft Leliana whereas s1 MS is very post-Justinia Leliana.

i agree i don’t think Ava would use the Well of Sorrows - being beholden to a sketchy elven god? she is too atheist for that shit, & besides the kick that Ava would get out of Morrigan realising who Mythal is and the ‘lmao so now u have to do whatever ur mom says?’ is too good to pass up. :’D and i think ava is already thinking that she has enough things contending for possession of her body - what with the anchor/ Hope/ the Inquisition, & previously templars. she’s finally *somewhat* free and she’s not about to give an inch of it away. 

hmmm. in HLtA no Bea yes for angst reasons, watching her fall, not necessarily seeing her tear open the Fade. Bea bloodying her fingers and draining her magic lifting the rubble, sifting through for their bodies, finding nothing. :((((

Ava has to be there, naturally. I think Lilith (fuck, could they… like… leave Lilith in the Fade? to fight the nightmare/ do the Stroud thing? and that’s yk the whole getting killed by the Tarask and coming back?? and she does! step out of the Fade, but she’s different? she can’t be possessed because Seeker, but there are other Fade shenanigans that might be possible, and imo bonding with a spirit is not the same as ‘being possessed’. just a thought but like... seeker Lilith who Came Back Wrong but also has this different view of the Fade and of mages and possession and everything her order has scaremongered about for years... hmmm)

so, if that, then Lilith for sure in HLtA. and then since lil is warrior we could have mary or cam (i like mary, because parallels to lilith’s ‘death’ + her worst fears being HoF Shannon going to her Calling in the Deep Roads is very drama). after that i’m not sure. Solas is always a funny pick because he acts like he’s at the beach & it’s very side-eyes of him to be so at home in the Fade. plus he knows things, but also Dorian because Ava needs someone to joke with or she’ll freak in there (i imagine coming from Aeonar she has some potent nightmare material). 

oh shit! Hope in the Fade. remember Anders and Justice? it was just Justice when they went into the Fade! I wonder if that is optional, though i would think… not, but again it’s kind of different because Ava is not dreaming, per say, she’s physically in the fade in her physical body, so i don’t think abomination rules work quite the same, but I think Hope would be more present, & she should glow. as a treat. 

do you think that Ava would let the Wardens stay after HLtA? i get the feeling that she would, mainly because imo sending them away is kind of … not the best option. better to keep an eye on them if they’re sketchy, or have their aid if they are not.

and the Winter Palace! who is she siding with? i can see her being ‘yuck Gaspard’ but ALSO ‘yuck Celene’ once she realises that she burned down a whole alienage when the Halamshiral elves tried to campaign for rights/ ‘rebel’.

so i could see her giving a big middle-finger to Orlais and appointing Briala, or making Gaspard/Celene puppets of Briala. (have you read The Masked Empire? it’s like, the one Dragon Age novel i will heartily recommend. also the Cole one (called Asunder i think) because Cole my bby my precious and also Aeonar! anyway in TME Celene and Briala are SOOO fucked up and it’s honestly kind of amazing).

but yeah, Ava being very ‘then perish’ at Halamshiral & taking special pleasure in actually fucking dazzling the court, much to Bea’s astonishment. 100% court-approval Ava Silva. she totally duels someone. : D

If Ava learns how to reverse Tranquility, then she could work with Lilith to reform the Seekers with the added function of acting like an appeals court, where they could determine if the Rite was used appropriately and reverse it if not. They could also act as a kind of rehabilitation service for newly un-Tranquil to help them adjust without causing problems (I'm picturing a mind-body wellness retreat on steroids). Mages would be allowed to join the Seekers as they once tried to in Ameridan's day. They wouldn't have Seeker powers necessarily but they would balance the overwhelming Templar-ness of the organization and act as investigators and judges. This would do so much for Circle reform as well.

Dorian and Solas are probably equal in how often they're called on for missions. Ava respects their insights and maybe takes them on short jaunts or specific missions, but long journeys might just create unneeded friction. Maybe Dorian goes somewhat more frequently so his Thing with Bull can develop while the party watches in embarrassment. And yes, when he starts rambling on about all the ways Tevinter is better than the South, Ava steals his jewel-encrusted mustache comb.

Does Lilith get stuck in the Fade??? Maybe... If she does, then maybe she meets a Spirit of Faith, or even the Faith that made her a Seeker in the first place, and bonds or otherwise interacts with it to become, like the most Seeker-y Seeker to ever Seeker (which is literally what she's always wanted given to her in the most Traumatic way possible, poetry in motion). She reinforces reality so hard she gets punted straight out of the Fade (You KICK Lilith? You kick her body like the football?!) Consequently, this means she can never physically go back to the Fade again, so no Trespasser galivanting for her, and she might even become like the Dwarves, unable to dream or connect to the Fade in any way (big implications there).

Ava definitely glows in the Fade, and everyone is like, "Don't you have a dimmer switch on that thing? You're alerting the demons." She would let the Wardens stay too (exiling them is just a silly decision, don't fuxking alienate the only people who can save Thedas from the Blights, okay? YOU STILL HAVE TWO ARCHDEMONS LEFT!)

I don't think Ava would just let Celene die, but she wouldn't cry about it either. If it happens, then she uses the blackmail on Gaspard to give Briala the true power over the Empire.

The ways you win approval in Halamshiral are so hilariously arbitrary that yes, Ava, with her natural charm, is surprisingly proficient. The only time things might get tricky is if Bea's parents are there, because hoo boy. But then! Vivienne (who is there of course because what's the point otherwise) swoops in before Ava can start throwing hands and so tactfully humiliates them that it's an instant +20 Court Approval and they immediately leave. Afterwards, Ava will thank Viv sincerely with a "you were pretty cool back there" and Viv will preen and act smug like "Of course, my dear, hohoho!" But she is genuinely pleased to help Bea and know that her efforts have been appreciated.

Actually, a note on Viv. Getting possessed is one of Viv's greatest fears, and so Ava's whole deal is like a full existential crisis for her. If Viv goes to the Fade in the HLtA, maybe it helps her get over that fear a little. One because, hey, she just fought her way through the freaking Fade and didn't get possessed despite being surrounded by demons. And Two, she sees Ava and Hope together in a tangible way and realizes that they have a genuine, positive bond, so maybe, just maybe, Viv doesn't need to be scared of every spirit that crosses her path for fear of it trying to control her. I love Viv so much, she's so nuanced, she has The Range.

[purplesurveys]

1611

The detail survey!

You should answer all the questions with detail.

In detail…how did you meet your crush/boyfriend/lover/etc.: Sorry to miss the point of this survey right off the bat lol, but I don’t have anyone special at the moment. Maybe it’s a realization that I got a little bit too late, maybe it’s the self-love that I’m trying to nurture and protect these days, maybe it’s trauma, quite frankly it might just be my asexuality coming into play, but I quite like being on my own.

In detail…what are you wearing? I have on a gray sweatshirt and the pajama shorts from a pajama set I have. The top I’ve actually had on all day (it was what I put on this morning, when we were still in Tanay), and just didn’t feel the need to change out of since I’ve been cold this entire time. I’ll switch to a new top tomorrow morning before work so I don’t feel icky.

In detail…what are you doing tomorrow? I have work tomorrow and I imagine I’ll be pretty busy and on do-not-disturb mode at home since Monday is typically the most hectic and exhausting day of the week; as for specifics, I do have three meetings already slated for the day – that can always change though. Jimin’s collab with Taeyang is coming out tomorrow afternoon too so at least I have something to look forward to! I’m already expecting to zone out of work for around a half hour or so so that I can properly listen to the song and fangirl a bit with friends. Lastly, I do have a client pitch on Tuesday so I should spend some time practicing my lines and slides.

In detail…what did you do today? This morning I woke up still in our accommodation in Tanay – this quaint, quiet spot in the middle of the mountains and streams and nature, with domes for rooms. It’s basically a place that’s meant for you to disconnect from the world; wifi was weak and every single spot was devoid of mobile signal, and no TV in the room either. 

I had pancakes and a couple of hotdogs for breakfast (super good!), then my sister and I stayed in our room right after since it was raining all morning. We had already spent so much saliva the day before just talking and playing whatever random game we could think of (again, weak wifi and no signal) lol, but this morning our Gen Z asses couldn’t take it anymore so I finally opened YouTube and pulled her to watch a few episodes of Watcher’s Dish Granted with me hahaha even though each video took ages to load. By noon we had checked out, and was on the road for 2-3 hours. Before going home though we headed to this Singaporean place where I had laksa and a few sticks of street food; right after that we picked up the dogs from the local dog hotel, and then FINALLY we were on our way home. Spent a few hours watching BTS content, and maybe around a half hour catching up on work backlog, and now I’m here doing this survey before I turn in.

In detail…what did you do/will you do on your birthday? For my last birthday I spent it mostly at home and didn’t really do anything other than lie on the couch and, surprise surprise!, watch BTS stuff. I received a bucket hat from Bea, a shirt (and a couple of vape pods, because they know me so well lmao) from Andi, and a Starbucks drink from my former co-worker that day. That evening, I took my family out for ramen to celebrate. 

Then that same weekend, my friends and I went to Zambales as a little treat I had for them – it was also our first beach outing since pre-pandemic so we were all excited about that. In the evening, Hans and I had a drinking game while watching his brother’s live volleyball game, I took a few shots of gin from this other group who was having a jamming session, and basically I ended up wasted enough that I stumbled while walking down some steps and sprained my left ankle. Friends had to carry me to bed where I fell asleep immediately, then the next morning another group caught me limping and ever so generously offered to nurse my foot hahaha.

In detail…how does your best friend look like? She has big brown eyes, rosy cheeks, and a beauty mark on the left side of her face, a little bit above her cheekbone. She currently has brown highlights with her black hair, which stops just right underneath her collarbones. She has a semi-slim build and is slightly taller than me.

In detail… what was your last kiss like? Who was it with? It was with my ex-partner when she visited me briefly during the peak of the pandemic. Letting other people in your home raised alarm bells at the time so we spent the whole time outside, just chatting and catching up. On the kiss, I believe it had been a simple goodbye peck, happening right before she left. I don’t even know why she visited and how our parents allowed us to hang out given the situation?? I think she came to show me her new car or something like that. Idk. My memory’s been doing a fantastic job erasing memories of her that I don’t even know if this account is still accurate at all.

In detail…how was your first kiss this year? I have not had a kiss in 2023. Or 2022 or 2021, for that matter.

In detail…what are you looking forward to? The soonest thing would be the theatrical screening of the Busan concert! It’s happening in cinemas worldwide, including the Philippines, so I’m just super excited to still be able to be excited about something BTS-related given that they are on hiatus and that the boys are enlisting in the military one by one. I’ve already been briefing my friends to go for the Feb 4 screening since that’s when they’ll be having that worldwide lightstick event where I believe all of the Army Bombs will be synced for the screenings happening that day.

In detail…how long have you been with your boyfriend? I don’t have a significant other.

In detail…how does your best female friend look like? I already described her the best way I could a few questions ago.

In detail…when did you first listen the song you are listening to? That’s a good question. I have no idea, but I imagine it must have been around May or June of 2021 right when I was starting to dig deeper into the BTS black hole. It’s an unreleased song and a solo of one of the members (Winter Bear), and I’m guessing my first encounter with it came a little after going through the band’s ~official discography.

In detail…what are you doing besides this? I’m going to sleep, man. I earned it lmao. I can’t wait to pass out tonight.

In detail…why are you doing this? Because nobody else asks these questions in a normal conversation, and it’s helpful to have an outlet where you can, like, unload for the day or answer questions that can sometimes lead you to new discoveries about yourself. It’s a journal, essentially.

In detail…what were you doing before this? I was working and finalizing the last few slides in my upcoming pitch presentation so that I don’t have to worry as much about it anymore tomorrow. I also played with the dogs for a little bit and let them play with one another. In detail…why did you take the last pic you took? I took it because Cooper and Agi were in such a hilarious position during their playtime and I didn’t want to miss out on taking a photo of it. Usually Cooper is the one who ends up on his back while Agi messes with him, but this evening it was Agi lying down with Cooper sniffing him all over. Immediately took a bunch of photos because that never happens between the two.

In detail…who was the last person you hugged and why? Dev. It was just a goodbye hug, nothing more to it. I guess I do hug her harder than my other co-workers; she lost her mom (and her only parent) last year, so I have a natural instinct to look out for her and to basically be softer and more caring, even protective, around her.

In detail…did you like this survey? It was fun, thanks!

[riverstardis]

belief:

lmaoo jacob trying to figure out where connie’s from where “people can afford to be rude” and he’s guessing like oxford and that but when she refuses to answer he gradually realises she “pulled herself up from somewhere” but she still refuses to tell him where

ELLISSONS🤢🤢🤢

ohh this is the ep where jacob gets shot

that guy adding on to the racist graffiti “muslems out” so that it says “muslems out rages at racists spelling” lmao

poor guy :(

lmaoo connie asking jacob what the african couple were saying and he’s like “what so because i’m ‘african’ i’m supposed to know what they said? that’s racism in the workplace” and she like starts sputtering until he says he’s joking sjskdkkf

a guy in reception shooting a gun into the air😬

jacob going “where’s the nazi?” and connie’s like “who?” cmon girl keep up. jacob goes “the right wing guy. the acid attack.” and she’s like “roy ellisson? he’s in resus” jacob explains that he’s pretty sure it’s him they’re after GOOD LET THEM GET HIM not only does he deserve it for being a racist pos but they’ll also be saving cal’s life in the future

big mac unknowingly shutting himself in with the couple holding denise ellisson hostage💀

louise and alicia getting stuck in resus with roy ellisson and outside lily’s like “where are they they were right behind me” and someone tells her they’ll be okay and she’s like “it’s my patient i’m worried about” and dylan goes “she makes me seem warm sometimes” SKDKKFKF

jacob speaks hausa and arabic

alicia having to save roy ellisson by herself doing multiple procedures she’s never done before NOO DONT DO IT

i wonder if she ever thought about this after cal’s death :’(

jacob gets one of the couple’s guns off them right before the armed police come in and he’s pointing it at the woman and like ik they’re looking for black people and they know one of them’s dressed as a nurse but jacob is literally already putting his hands up by the time they shoot him. if they’d stopped to think for like a millisecond they would’ve realised it wasn’t him they were after and there’s no way in hell they would’ve just shot on sight like that if it had been white people they were looking for and a white person holding the gun. plus the police guy outside said they’d seen them on the cctv so they either didn’t show the armed police who they were actually looking for or they did and the one that shot jacob just didn’t care

the muslim guy who’s wife and son died invites robyn to pray with him and she’s like “is that allowed?���

she says the lord’s prayer alongside him praying on the prayer mat. is robyn christian? actually has there ever been a character who’s like actually religious because like even rash who we’ve been explicitly told is muslim doesn’t seem to be particularly religious (i’m thinking of when bea found out he was a virgin and asked if it was because he’s muslim and he’s like no but if my mum asks then yes because that reminds me of how i am about having been raised christian and still do christian stuff with my family while i’m actually agnostic but if my parents ask then i am christian yknow)

loll connie telling jacob she’s from peckham and he’s like “did you dad own it?”

if only roy ellisson had died here… cal would’ve still been alive😢😢😢

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

I need a fluffy Beatrix x reader (fate the Winx saga) one shot in my life. Pretty please?

ohmygod ofc, I've been waiting for someone to finally request smth for beatrix! also uh,,,, this didn't turn out quite as fluffy as it was supposed to but like, feel free to come back and request another one lmao

(this gif is so fucking cute ughhhh)

"Bea", you whined, grabbing the air for the cigarette she had taken from you. She grinned, holding it out of reach as she blew the smoke back in your face.

"What?", she asked, her tone teasing.

You leaned back against the back of her bed and pouted.

"I bought that", you complained, crossing your arms in front of you. Beatrix rolled her eyes, still with a smile on her lips.

"Bullshit", she countered. "You stole that from Riven."

You had to suppress a giggle and turned your face away from her, but she was just as quick to put a hand to your chin and tilt it back.

"As long as we don't have to pay for it, right?", she grinned. You nodded, almost in a daze as you looked up at her, her hair up in half a bun and the other half sticking out from you pulling on it. She was putting the cigarette out on the nightstand and straddling your lap, one leg on either side of yours.

"Whatever you say, Bea", you promised, not really able to listen to her words anymore anyway.

She only laughed and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss.

[artificialbreezy]

Okay I know it's long BUT

Can you do a blurb for each boy based of if you were a singer/band member too and you've written a song about the boy? And like maybe back story to whay the song means to each boy?

Song to you// Greta Van Fleet

an: HI, I LOVE THIS IDEA. Kinda went a little off by accident lmao. BUT also. I made a playlist with each song for this request. Here is the playlist. I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO THESE SONGS. THIS IS PURELY FOR FICTION PURPOSES ONLY.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/40eDIApf0Jf7Jrz6yGHEIk?si=4fd47a80f4a34d9b

J.T.K - Girlfriend by Bea Miller (Listen to the playlist attached to this while reading) 

You and Jake had met at the famous party Elton John threw a couple years ago. It was lust at first sight honestly. That night was the first time you had slept together. During the last two years you had been friends; you had realized a couple things. Jake was way more into you than you thought, AND you kind of had some sort of feelings for him. But what was stopping you was, when you first got big; you swore to yourself that you would never date a man in the spotlight. 

After that first year of fucking Jake; you sat down with a pen, guitar, some paper, and a coffee and you wrote Girlfriend. With no intentions of ever releasing it, to be honest. But here you were, a year after it had been written, recording it. The plan was to perform it for the first time at a show you KNEW Jake would be at. Which to your surprise was your show in Michigan. He called while you were recording out in Detroit that he was home and would see you tomorrow at your show, and he couldn't wait to see you. 

That night went by so fast, before you knew it you were getting ready to perform. Side stage was crowded with your team and your band. Doing your nightly ritual of taking a shot of tequila, and singing the intro to We Are The Champions by Queen. After the lights in the stadium went out, it was time. Crowd screaming, you tried to spot Jake, not seeing him in the crowd, you checked the side stage. Where you then saw Sam, Josh, and Jake. Smiling over to the boys, you waved and introduced yourself and your band to the crowd. “Hello! I am Y/N and this is my band. We have Jamie on the drums! Stacie on the bass! And Maddie on the guitar!” Taking a deep breath, you looked to the side stage again, locking eyes with Jake before saying; “I wrote this song a year ago, and said I'd never record it. Well I lied to myself. We recorded it last night, and well this is for a special someone who is here tonight. This is girlfriend!” 

Jake stood there in pure shock, hearing you sing about him, saying you don't wanna be his girlfriend. Hurt him, but as he listened to you sing. He heard you say “I'm not brave enough to lose what's already there.” He started to wonder, and then he heard you mumble during the end of the song, “I just wanna be your girlfriend.” His thought process was interrupted when Josh looked to his twin and said “you’re close with her, who the fuck is this about?” Sam laughed at his brother's blindness. Jake just looked at y/n on stage and back to his brother, “Me, Josh. It's about me. We've been doing the whole friends with benefits thing the last two years, and after this show, i'm gonna make her my girlfriend.” That night changed everything. For you, and for Jake. That was the day he got the balls to ruin what was already there, for the best too. He finally had you the way he wanted, and you were okay with that.

S.F.K - Ruin the friendship by Demi Lovato

Sam and you had been friends since middle school. You've been inseparable since, that hasn't changed since either of you got big, thankfully you never tour while he is, and he never tours when you do. So you both just go together. Currently you were on tour with the boys, they were in rehearsal for a show, so you were sitting in the front row just watching. You just watched Sam while he played the bass and laughed with his brothers and best friend. Slowly noticing yourself falling more in love with this man. But you shook your thoughts about Sam and decided that during this time, you would write a new song. Thus, Ruin The Friendship was born.

You set up a recording date out in Nashville when you returned back with the boys. Out of habit, you invited Sammy and the rest of them to the studio. Forgetting what song you were going to record that day. You and Sammy arrived together, once you walked in and met with your team, you were reminded of the new song youd start with today and work through until it was damn near done or even done for that matter. You felt your stomach drop, remembering the songs about Sam and he was definitely going to find out today. I guess no going back now, right? You walked into the booth and got ready, notes from your phone up and ready with the lyrics you wrote two weeks ago. Hearing through your headset that your band had already recorded the musical part to it so that had to be done today was your parts and putting it all together. Sighing to yourself you looked up at Sam, to see him smiling nice and big at you. You smiled back and mumbled to yourself, “let's get this done and hope he doesn't hate you after this..”

Sam sat back on the couch waiting impatiently to hear your pretty voice, he knew he needed to man up and ask you out but honestly, he was nervous. More nervous than he had ever been. Until he heard, “Okay y/n, here we go. Ruin the friendship take 1”. Sam sat for a second looking down at his shoes, too nervous to look up at you inside the booth. Then he heard your sweet voice sing, “Put down your cigar and pick me up, play me that guitar, that song i love. Thirsty for your love, fill up my cup. I got only good intentions so give me your attention.” He looked up to see his band walk in, they all sat down on the couch and chairs in front of the glass window. Before Sam could fill them in on his new discovery, the man working the controls spoke up, “Hey y/n, let's skip over to your chorus so we can get that done, okay?” You nodded at the man and gave Sam a faint smile. Sam could see the worry on your face and all he could do was give a thumbs up and mouth “it's okay.” Jake looked at Sam and asked him, “What's the name of this song?” Before Sam could answer, you sang again. “Your bodys lookin good tonight. I'm thinking we should cross the line. Let's ruin the friendship, let's ruin the friendship. Do all the things on our mind. What's taking us all this time? Let's ruin the friendship, let's ruin the friendship.” All the boys immediately looked over at Sam, with this look of I told you so. You spoke up, “can we take a break, i need water, please.” The man nodded, and you walked out of the room without even looking at any of the boys. Sam looked at the boys and back to the door, before anyone could say anything, he walked out the door to find you. He was running down the hallway until he reached the vending machine and saw you standing there, shaking. He reached over and touched your shoulder and whispered to you, “why don't we ruin the friendship? I can say for myself, I have been waiting for years just to kiss you.” 

J.M.K - The only exception by Paramore

Josh and you had been dating for the last 6 months now, you were hesitant to even be with him, just because you had been hurt so many times before. I mean, you even watched your parents fall out of love. But 6 months later, and you knew Josh was the love of your life. One day you were sitting with your band, working on a new song. No one knew what to write, until you had the bright idea. “Mine and Josh’ 6 months just past. What if we recorded the only exception? It's that song I wrote when Josh and I first got together.” All 5 of you looked at each other, and Jane smiled and said “oh my god! It could be the best present ever.” 

It was the first show of your tour, starting out in Nashville, so all 4 boys were there to support you. Josh was front row just looking up at you with pure love in his eyes. You guys came on stage, smiling at your fans. You started this show as you always did, “Hello my angels! We are Mayday Gems, and we are beyond excited to be here tonight. As most of you know, my boyfriend and his band are also here. But this first song is for you honey.” 

You sang the intro to the song and saw Josh’ big, beautiful smile. Once you hit the chorus you saw him leave the audience. You felt yourself get nervous, wondering where he was going, if you scared him away, if suddenly he was just gone. Until you looked over to the side of the stage and noticed him running out to you. You met him halfway and jumped straight into his arms. The crowd went wild, screaming how cute, and how sweet. I heard Jake yell “get her Josh” and next thing I knew he was kissing me. This was pure bliss. 

D.R.W - Enchanted by Taylor Swift

There I was, again, forcing myself to mingle at a party I didn't want to be at. Until he walked in, I looked at him and I knew he was the one. But there I was, stuck in a relationship with a man I didn't love. He looked at me with eyes that said “have we met?” I never got the nerve to talk to him that night. I went home and wrote a song that night, about the man I had no idea who he was. I just knew I needed to write this, put it out there, in hopes he heard it one day. 

It took about a month to put it all together, but we did it. And its out now. I woke up one day to a message from Daniel Wagner on instagram, I looked at the account and instantly recognized this man as the man from the party. His message to me said;

“Hey Y/N, i've had so many fans and even my family and friends send me a link to your song enchanted. I had no idea who you were that night, but I want you to know, I haven't stopped thinking about you, or that night. I wish I would have manned up and went and talked to you. If you're interested, i'd love to take you to coffee and hopefully another date after that.” I responded almost instantly and said yes, this was my chance. To finally have my happily ever after.

It was months after my coffee date with Danny. We had exchanged numbers the day he sent the messages. We had been talking for the week before our date, constantly, and honestly, I felt more and more attracted to him as we talked. He was sweet, and down to earth, and just amazing. He treated me lovely, and he treated me with respect. All I can say is I'm so glad I went home and wrote that song. Because without it. I wouldn't be here today. With my Danny.

[cali-holland]

An Irregular Romance ★ Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Summary: Over five years ago, Harrison followed his heart (a.k.a. you) to drama school, and the day he asked you out was the day he discovered you had a boyfriend. He thought that part of his past was behind him, but then he was cast as Leo in The Irregulars and you were cast as Bea. Romance and shenanigans ensue as he tries to navigate the resurrection of his crush on you.

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: spoilers for The Irregulars, swearing, drinking (reader gets v drunk at one point), cheating boyfriend + “open relationship” drama

Masterlist in bio

*Gif is not mine

A/N: inspired by harrison literally saying he followed the girl he liked to drama school but she didn’t like him back; the drama school is the brit school (idk if that’s what he was talking about but age wise it works better); also darci is 18+ in this fic bc it just fits better to make her around their age; plus i had to re-post this bc the tags didn’t work so rip

also just like to say a massive thank you to @duskholland​​ for proofreading this for me :) you’re the best! this fic would be missing 90% of its commas if it wasn’t for you lmao

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Harrison had been buzzing with excitement all week. While he knew for sure that he had landed the role of Prince Leo in The Irregulars, he had no idea who the other cast members were. His agent learned from Netflix that they’d announce the cast on Saturday, so now here he sat, anxiously awaiting the news as he drank another pint with his good friends.

“Anything yet?” Tuwaine asked, refreshing his Twitter timeline.

“Nope.” Harrison said with a shake of his head as Netflix’s Instagram page remained unchanged as another minute went by.

“Maybe they’re announcing it at midnight.” Tom shrugged, trying to be useful to ease his friend’s nerves.

“Everyone would be asleep.” The blond replied before taking another long drink of his beer.

“Well, congratulations whenever they officially announce it.” Harry stated, standing up with his empty glass. “Next round’s on me.”

The conversation began to wander off, and Harrison found himself deep in thought, pondering his mysterious, new castmates. Would he like them? Would they like him? Were they big names or no names? Were they people he had screen-tested with (because, truthfully, he only screen-tested with a few girls, but even then, he didn’t screen test with all of the potential actresses)? As he got stuck, trying to think of someone he’d actually liked when they screen-tested together, he was snapped out of his thoughts by Tom yelling.

“It’s up!” Tom held his phone in the middle of the table as he, Harrison, Tuwaine, and Harry, who was now back with more beer, looked over the cast. A sense of pride soared through the group at Harrison’s picture and name being on the official Netflix page for The Irregulars. Harrison read over the other names, wondering if he knew any by happenstance. Just as he recognized one name in particular, Tom spoke up.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t that the girl you fancied in drama school?” Tom asked with a smirk. His smirk seemed to widen as Harrison blushed a deeper shade of red.

“No, no, no!” Harrison grumbled, taking out his phone to look over the post for himself because maybe, if he looked from his own account, the cast would magically change. When he looked at your name and picture right beside his, realization hit him. He slumped over, putting his head down on the table regretfully.

“I’d nearly forgotten about Haz’s girl that wasn’t his girl.” Tuwaine joked.

“Wait, what girl?” Harry questioned, out of the loop.

Perhaps the stupidest but best choice Harrison had ever made in his life was following you, his biggest crush, to drama school. Why his mother even let him chase after a girl like that was beyond him; he thought she should’ve advised him against it, but with the whole “follow your heart” attitude, his mum was his biggest supporter. He did his best to impress you, to get you to notice him, but you were unfazed by him. The day that he finally got the courage to ask you out was the day that he learned you’d had a boyfriend for the past two months.

Though he didn’t get the girl in drama school, he actually enjoyed it, and look where he ended up now— a new Netflix show was on the horizon for him. Despite the fact that he was (and still sort of is) crushed and embarrassed by the fact that you (very kindly) rejected him five years ago, drama school turned out to be a blessing.

“Harrison, here,” Tom laughed as he clapped his friend’s shoulder as Harrison still didn’t lift his head from his pitiful position, “thought he’d pursue acting because Y/N wanted to be an actress. He didn’t realize that in order to get her attention, he’d have to actually talk to her.”

That was enough to make Harrison lift his head, eyeing his friend questioningly. Cutting Tom off, he defended himself, “What do you mean? I did talk to her.”

“Right— you’d have maybe one conversation with her every three weeks.” Tom turned back to his brother, “Anyway, Haz finally asked her out and, turns out, she’d been dating this other guy for months.”

“Whatever. I only asked her out because you and Tuwaine shoved me into her. Maybe she doesn’t even remember me.” Harrison pulled out his phone to check over Netflix’s Instagram, wanting to see for himself the new cast again. When he opened the app, it notified him of all the new followers he had gotten, and, with one glance at the list of names, one account stood out to him.

‘@yourusername started following you’. Harrison let out a sigh, not wanting to dwell on this any further.

“She works fast.” Harry teased, looking over the blond’s shoulder.

“We’re co-stars now. She probably followed everyone else too.”

As if on cue, a new notification came through his Instagram— ‘@yourusername sent you a message’. With bated breath, he opened it to see the message that confirmed his worst fear— you remembered him.

‘Hey stranger! How have you been?’

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With every passing day, Harrison’s excitement for this new big project grew… but so did his dread about seeing you again. He wasn’t entirely sure now as to why his gut was filled with butterflies mixed with anxiety just thinking about you. You were only ever nice to him, both before and after he asked you out. It all led him back to the same conclusion that he still had a thing for you, but yet again, maybe it’s just life that your first real crush always has some power over you.

As he walked down the strangely long hallway to the conference room, he adjusted the collar of his letterman’s jacket. Today was the big day— the first table read for The Irregulars, and the first day he’d be confronted by you after all these years. Just on the other side of this door, his co-stars and the main production crew were waiting. Everything was real now; production would start in just a few days.

With one last nervous breath, he pushed open the heavy oak door and entered the room. People were chatting as they sat around the large conference table, which had small name cards at each seat. Harrison’s eyes found you almost immediately. You were locked into a conversation with your co-star, Darci, seated to your left for the table read. To your right was one of the last available seats, and Harrison’s name was on the little card on the table. All hopes of being unnoticed by you were instantaneously gone as he took his seat beside you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You said to Harrison with a laugh, and he was instantly reminded of how that laugh basically drove him to where he was today.

“How long has it been?” Harrison asked, trying to play it cool like he hadn’t been rehearsing this day in his mind for the past several months.

“Far too long.” You smiled.

As the last few people trickled into the room, introductions flew around the table as everyone met their new coworkers. After a cold read-through of the script and a few words from the show’s creator, the table read was deemed over. Just when Harrison thought he was free to forget about your existence for a few more days, you pulled him aside.

“Hey, Darci and I were going to get drinks with McKell and Jojo. You should come.” You offered, and Harrison chanced a glance across the room to where Darci was chatting with your other two main co-stars.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Harrison replied. He cleared his throat before giving you a definite nod that yes, that’d be a great idea.

“Perfect.”

And just like that, the five of you made your way across town to a pub. Darci had chosen the spot, explaining that it was the best place for drinks in Liverpool, and, seeing as she’d lived there her whole life, none of you tried to argue with her.

Harrison felt a strange pit in his stomach as everyone talked and laughed over some beers, as if you weren’t all strangers a few hours ago. His eyes always seemed to land on you and your contagious smile. You looked almost exactly how he remembered you, and you still were the same happy, go-lucky girl he’d fallen hard for. It was crazy to him how quickly you gave him butterflies, how effortlessly you made him feel like a silly schoolboy all over again. He couldn’t help but wonder if you thought he’d changed since his school days, too… or if you even thought about him enough to notice. So far, you’d made no indication that he was anyone besides an old friend from drama school, making him hope you didn’t remember that dreadful day.

As you and Darci excused yourself for a bathroom break, Harrison gave himself a little reminder that he was meant to be getting to know all of his co-stars right now and wasn’t meant to be focusing so intently on you. He took another sip of his beer, turning back to Jojo and McKell.

“So how do you and Y/N know each other?” McKell asked, and Jojo tried to hide his shit-eating grin behind his beer.

“Drama school, a few years ago.” Harrison replied, trying to play ignorant.

“Ah, so it’s a schoolboy crush, then?” Jojo questioned teasingly.

Harrison felt his face heat up. Jojo and McKell were practically strangers to him, and they already knew. He was cornered, “Is it that obvious?”

“A little.” McKell said while Jojo simultaneously replied, “Very.”

“Just ask her out.” Jojo encouraged.

“That’s the problem— I did.” Harrison replied, and both of their jaws dropped.

“No way. Did she let you down easy at least?” McKell’s voice was somewhere between a disbelieving, teasing, and pitiful tone.

Harrison scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “Well, yeah? I mean she wasn’t rude about it, but it was still a bit awkward. She was dating this other guy at the time. He didn’t go to our school, though, so I had no clue about him.”

“That’s rough.” Jojo grimaced, before he gave Harrison a hopeful smile, “Maybe she’s single now.”

“I’ve been rejected by Y/N once— I don’t need her to reject me a second time.” He shook his head with a small laugh to conceal his embarrassment. He took a drink of his beer, hoping that would calm his nerves a little.

“Incoming,” McKell said quietly, nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

“What’d we miss?” Darci asked as she slipped back into her seat. You remained standing to put your jacket on, both you and Darci completely unaware of the boys’ conversation.

“Nothing, just Jojo being an idiot.” McKell joked, to which his newfound friend just punched him in the arm, taking another long drink of his beer.

“I think I might head back to the hotel.” Your words were met with a collective groan from three of your co-stars— Harrison silently frowned as he sipped on his beer.

As your head was down to collect your things, Jojo swiftly kicked Harrison under the table. Harrison looked at him quizzically, sending him a “what the hell was that for” look. When his co-star just nodded his head encouragingly towards you, Harrison got the idea.

“I’ll walk you.” Harrison said, making you look over at him. Standing up from his seat, he insisted, “I was just about to head out, too.”

“Okay,” You smiled, still completely unaware of his interaction with Jojo.

After you all exchanged phone numbers and created a group chat lovingly titled “The Irregz”, you and Harrison left the pub. You fell in step together, walking along the sidewalk in the chilly Liverpool air back to the hotel that you’d all be staying at for the next few months.

“So what have you been up to since graduation?” Harrison asked you, his hands deep in the pockets of his letterman’s jacket.

“All sorts of things, really.” You shrugged with a smile, “I got a few TV roles here and there, did some modeling, but so far none of it has really stuck, so I’m hopeful that this will be a foot in the door. What about you?”

“The same as you, really, but, instead of shows, I’ve done some short films.”

“I see you’re still best friends with Tom.” You said in a teasing tone. Harrison felt an unusual, upsetting tug on his heartstring. Not noticing any change in his demeanor, you continued with a laugh, “It’s funny. I would’ve placed my bets on you being world-famous after graduation.”

“Me?” He questioned, surprised by your words.

“Yeah, you didn’t go to LAMDA for nothing.” You playfully nudged his arm with your elbow, and he felt his cheeks heat up once more. “Don’t be modest— I’m not wrong.”

“Can’t argue with that logic.” A laugh passed his lips, any previous bashful reservations slowly fading away.

Before Harrison could say anything further, your phone began to ring. You fished it out of your pocket and barely looked at the caller ID before sending it to voicemail. Your actions were fast, but Harrison still caught the name of who was calling, Davey, followed by a red heart emoji. And that’s when it hit him— you were still with the same boyfriend from drama school, all those years ago.

And just like that, Harrison felt a tsunami wave of heartbreak from drama school wash over him.

“Hey, Y/N!” Harrison called out as he stumbled his way over to stall you from leaving school. He had one hand holding onto his book bag strap tight enough that his knuckles were turning white, and he shuffled his other through his hair.

“Hey, is everything alright?” You asked, concerned at how nervous he seemed.

“Yeah, um, well, tonight’s opening night for West Side Story, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? I know it’s your favorite play, and it’s one of mine too, so, yeah, I thought maybe we could go together?” He was sure that he’d never sounded so unsure of himself. Truth is, he didn’t want to ask you out right now, but Tom and Tuwaine had quite literally shoved him in your direction, physically encouraging him. He felt rushed and unprepared.

When you smiled so captivatingly and softly at him, he felt his racing heart speed up even more. Was this it? Was he really going to take you on a date? He thought to himself. His hopes weren’t up for long as you spoke up, “I can’t. I’ve already got tickets for tonight. I’m going with Davey.”

“Davey?”

“My boyfriend.” You replied, a hint of guilt in your voice.

His heart shattered. The only reason he was here, at this school, was because of you, and now he just had all of his hopes for any future dates with you thrown out the window.

“You and Davey are still together?” Harrison wondered aloud as you two arrived at the hotel.

“Yeah,” Your response was hesitant and quiet. He knew why— there was that elephant in the room between the two of you.

Before he could stop himself from mentioning it, he blurted out, “You don’t have to feel guilty about it, you know.”

You paused, watching unsure as he ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I kinda wonder what would’ve happened if I had said yes. Davey and I didn’t even end up seeing  West Side Story, anyway, so I wonder if you and I would’ve ended up any differently.”

It wasn’t much, but his heart sped up ever so slightly— so you had thought about him, even in the dating context. Harrison couldn’t think of a response (his brain repeated “fuck Davey, ask her out again”) fast enough as you stopped at the front desk. You mumbled something about needing some towels, and Harrison took that as his cue to just continue walking. He bid you a quick farewell, wanting to escape to his room as fast as possible.

Nothing you had said tonight had been particularly flirty, but he still rewound the events in his head because maybe he missed something. As he laid down in his bed that night, his mind drifted off with thoughts of you, wondering just how he’d manage to pull off these next few months without falling for you all over again.

Over the next several weeks, his predicament only seemed to grow. Spending so much time with you (and your other three co-stars) just made Harrison wish even more that he’d asked you out sooner in drama school, and having to spend most of his screen time gawking over you added to it further. Maybe it was another school boy crush, or maybe it was intense method acting— either way, he definitely liked you.

Ever since he read the script for episode four, he knew that eventually your two characters would become romantically involved. He would’ve felt giddy over the thought (because his eighteen-year-old self would’ve died at this opportunity), but whenever he thought of the scene, he was reminded about your boyfriend. Harrison wasn’t the type of guy to hate his crush’s boyfriend, but something just didn’t seem right about Davey.

Harrison was lying on his hotel bed, reading over the episode’s script for what must have been the fifth time through that afternoon. It was Sunday, the day before you’d both film Leo and Bea’s kiss. With a beer on his side table and an array of highlighters beside it, he was set. As the words started to run together, and his glasses began to feel uncomfortable on his nose, he heard a knock at his door.

“Coming!” Harrison called out. Setting his script aside, he rolled off the bed. He was confused at who could possibly be at his door, but, figuring it was someone from set, he had the decency to slip on a white t-shirt, opting for not answering the door in nothing but grey sweats. He was thankful for his last-minute decision as he opened the door and was met with you on his doorstep. Smiling at you and leaning on the doorframe, he let out a small, “Hey.”

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to rehearse tomorrow’s scene.” You offered with a friendly smile on your face.

“Right now?” He asked, glancing back into his room to decipher if it was clean enough or not.

“Oh, is this a bad time?” You replied, subconsciously stepping back. “Is someone here?”

“What?” Harrison looked at you, confused before it clicked what you thought, “Oh, no, no. There’s no one here. I was just rehearsing, too.”

“So is that a yes then or-?” You trailed off.

“Yeah, come on in.” He opened his door fully, allowing you to step in. He chivalrously closed the door behind you. “Would you like water or anything?”

“Can I have a beer?” You asked, spotting the one on his nightstand.

“Sure.” Harrison nodded. While he got you a beer and grabbed his own half-consumed bottle and script, you settled on the couch with your pages in hand.

“Thank you.” You smiled as he handed you the beer, and you took a sip happily. “You know, I’m honestly so jealous of you this week.”

“Why?” He asked with a laugh, thrown off guard by your confession.

“You get to do all the palace scenes again.”

“I also throw myself off a balcony.”

“But still.” You insisted. “Leo really needs to sneak Bea into the palace just so I can have one of those extravagant ball dress scenes. I just want to feel like a princess, and I feel like it’s what Bea deserves.”

Harrison looked at you admiringly for a moment. “You are a princess.” His face dropped as soon as he realized he’d said his thoughts aloud. Coughing, he tried to cover it up, “I mean—- you were kind of princess-like in episode 3, right?”

“Smooth.” You laughed, but didn’t press the situation. Your phone began to ring, and Harrison watched as you rolled your eyes, declining the call and ultimately silencing your phone.

“Spam call?”

“More like clingy non-committal somewhat boyfriend.” You stated, rolling your eyes.

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. You hadn’t mentioned Davey in the past few weeks— not that Harrison was complaining, but he just assumed you were private about your personal life. “I thought you and Davey were on good terms?”

“We are? I don’t know.” You sighed, taking a sip of your beer.

“If you’re not comfortable with the topic, we can just rehearse-”

“No, it’s fine. I just haven’t really talked about it with anyone. Before I came here, he asked about having an open relationship while I’m away, and I told him no. And the last time we talked, we got into an argument and that was a couple days ago. I’m not ready to talk to him, and at this point, I’d much rather talk to you than him. It’s very frustrating that he wants to have an open relationship, but he still expects me to be at his beck and call. It’s like he’s looking for someone to substitute me, but I can’t have a life of my own. He wasn’t the most supportive of me taking this job in the first place, too.” You paused, with a small shrug, “I know you’re probably thinking I should leave him, but I can’t. We’ve been together for 5 years. I don’t know anything else at this point.”

“I get it.” Harrison said softly, hesitantly resting a comforting hand on your knee. “He was your first love. It makes sense that it’s hard to move on.” He felt his own heart sink at his ironic words. After all, you were his first love.

“I wouldn’t say he’s my first love.” You said softly, placing your hand on his, squeezing it gently. “Plus, at this point, I wouldn’t even say I love him.”

A silence fell in the room. Harrison really didn’t know what to say now. He would have told you to leave him, but you already knew that, so what was the point in him repeating it? Besides, it was your relationship, and you needed to make the decision for yourself… or let Davey make it for you.

“Let’s go through the scene, yeah?” You asked, changing the topic. You dropped his hand to pick up your script again.

“Right.” Harrison mumbled to himself, flicking through the pages to the scene.

You glanced around his hotel suite for a moment, looking for something similar to a bridge rail to lean on. “Should we use the kitchen counter? As the bridge rail?”

“Yeah, that works.” He nodded. The two of you got up, scripts in hand. Harrison stood to your right, just as the stage direction had called for. There was some space between the two of you, enough room for Harrison to shuffle closer to you later, as scripted.

“You’re not on your own, Beatrice. You must remember that.” Harrison said to you, leaning on the counter but looking over to you with his icy blue eyes. “You’re very different to anyone I’ve ever met.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking at him curiously.

“You have something about you.” He started, awkwardly.

You cut him off, “Like a smell?”

“No, like a quality.” He chuckled softly before continuing, “I don’t know what it is, but I really like it.”

“Well, when you think of it, let me know.”

“I’ll be sure to.” He smiled at you, his confidence slowly building as the scene continued on. Harrison stepped closer to you until he was right beside you, leaning sideways on the counter. “And I’m not saying you don’t smell, by the way. I’m just saying that that’s not the thing.”

You laughed, turning your head away from him in disbelief. “You know, I was thinking of kissing you, but now I’m not gonna.”

Harrison paused, taking a moment to mentally hype himself up for what was about to happen, but also taking a moment because it was scripted for Leo to be nervous. “Well, uh, I suppose I have to kiss you then.”

You turned to him, smiling coyly. Slowly, Harrison closed his eyes and leaned in. His heart started racing faster as he felt your breath fan against his face before his lips finally found yours. It was gentle and hesitant, everything that it had been scripted to be. As much as he wanted to keep kissing you and keep tasting the sweet strawberries of your lipgloss, it had to end. He pulled away after a moment, and you seemed almost breathless as you opened your eyes to see him again.

“I meant it when I said you’re not on your own.” Harrison looked at you with more hesitancy this time, but he still kissed you with the softest passion. The script said that Leo and Bea kiss and continue to kiss for a few seconds; Harrison wasn’t counting, but he was sure this kiss was longer than it was meant to be. Again, he found himself dreading its inevitable end. If there was one thing he could do for the rest of his life, it’d be this… well, this amongst other things with you. His stomach started to stir with guilt as he remembered Davey; you were still technically in a relationship, open or not, arguing currently or not. But then it clicked with Harrison, you weren’t pulling away— no, you were fully kissing him back.

Before he could pull away and end the scene with his last few lines, a knock came from his door. Regretfully, he stepped away from you. He didn’t meet your eye as he went to answer the door while you read over the script on the counter. Flustered, he opened the door.

“Mum! You’re here.” Harrison’s eyes went wide, surprised to see his mother and his sister standing before him.

“Surprise!” She smiled, hugging him almost immediately. “We had to come and see you at your big job.”

“Are you not happy to see us?” Charlotte teased, and Harrison shook his head, pulling her in for a hug. As they all stepped into Harrison’s apartment, you waved from the kitchen.

“Hi.” You smiled, coming over to introduce yourself.

“Oh, mum, Charlotte, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my mum and Charlotte, my sister.” Harrison introduced the three of you.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N from drama school?” Phil said with a smile, making the connection as you shook her hand. Charlotte seemed to stifle a laugh as Harrison’s cheeks heated up.

“Yes, that sounds like me.” You laughed, brushing off any awkwardness that Harrison feared was there. “We were just rehearsing our scene for tomorrow.”

“Maybe we can come to set.” Phil suggested, sending Harrison an expectant look.

“I’ll have to ask. This is so, so last-minute, though, so I don’t know.” He replied.

“It’s a spontaneous weekend trip.” Charlotte clarified.

“We should get some dinner. We haven’t eaten much all day.” Phil told Harrison before turning to you, “Y/N, you should come, too. It’d be so lovely to get to know you.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You trailed off, glancing at Harrison. He sent you a silent look that said ‘she seriously does want you to come… If you don’t come, I won’t hear the end of it’. “I’d love to. I just need to go change first.”

You grabbed your script off the counter, and Harrison walked you to the door. “How long do you need?”

“Like 10 minutes?” You replied, and he nodded.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they were coming, or that they’d invite you to dinner.” He said quietly, making you laugh.

“It’s fine, but I do have to warn you, if my parents spontaneously drop by, they don’t know who you are.” You teased.

He let out an embarrassed groan, “Let’s not talk about that.”

“See you in ten.” You sent him a wink before leaving to your own hotel room. As Harrison closed the door and turned back around, he was met with the smirking faces of his mother and sister.

“So, is there anything you want to tell us?” Phil asked.

“We were rehearsing. That’s all.” Harrison insisted, going through the wardrobe to find some clothes to change into for dinner.

“Huh,” Charlotte trailed off, crossing her arms. “So, you wearing sparkly lip gloss that matches Y/N’s is a coincidence?”

“It’s a kiss scene tomorrow. We rehearsed the lines and the kisses, too.” He explained. With a pair of jeans, a clean shirt, and his red letterman jacket in hand, he made his way to the bathroom.

“Oh, multiple kisses.” She teased, making him roll his eyes.

“She has a boyfriend!” Harrison ended the conversation, closing the door to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, you returned back to Harrison’s room, and the four of you left, making your way to an Italian restaurant nearby. You and Harrison shared anecdotes about filming so far, keeping spoilers to a minimum until the server came with your food.

“We got in so much trouble from the makeup and hair department.” You laughed as Harrison finished telling them of how you two went on the playground last week, much to the chagrin of the crew.

“It was worth it.” He added.

“Who would’ve known you’d play a Netflix prince?” Charlotte asked teasingly, but it was clear she was still proud of his achievements.

“Look at that face. He couldn’t play anything but a prince.” You joked, and he smiled smugly.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He stated.

“Phil, I have to say, I’ve never met someone more well suited to play a well-mannered prince.” You told her, playfully pinching Harrison’s cheek beside you.

“I remember when there was a time he was revolted at the idea of playing a prince.” Phil said, her lips growing into a smirk, and Harrison knew exactly what that meant.

“Mum, no—“ He started, but you just shushed him, wanting to hear whatever embarrassing story was about to be told.

“He watched a single Batman movie growing up— and not even a good one at that, and decided he simply had to be Batman.” She explained. “Then the Christopher Nolan ones came out, and there was no stopping him.”

“Every kid wants to be a superhero, and Batman is simply the best one.” He said as if it was obvious.

“I didn’t know you had a Batman phase.” You teased.

“Phase? He still has posters and comic books and dolls.” Charlotte added.

“Action figures.” He corrected her, making you laugh at the humor of it all.

“You know, honestly, I think I still have Catwoman action figures.” You admitted, trying to make him feel better, and Phil’s eyes lit up as she remembered another story.

“I cleaned your room a couple weeks ago, Harrison, and I was surprised to see you still Anne Hathaway as Catwoman posters.”

“Do we really have to talk about that? Does this torture not end?” He groaned.

“Fine. That’s enough for tonight.” Phil let out a defeated sigh, clearly enjoying herself.

“Y/N, if you want the really embarrassing stories, you’ve got to talk to Tom. He’s told me embarrassing Harrison stories that I can’t say in front of mum.” Charlotte laughed, and Harrison’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at his sister’s words.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You smiled coyly.

“Sometimes, I wonder if he forgets that I know just as much embarrassing shit that he did growing up, too.” Harrison stated, shaking his head.

The night went on with minimal embarrassment on Harrison’s end. After Phil and Charlotte went back to their hotel, you and Harrison started the walk back to your own hotel. As you walked, your hands would brush against each other’s every so often, but neither of you made any move to take it further.

“Darci’s going to be so jealous in the morning.” You said, making him laugh a little.

“Why’s that?”

“That’s her favorite restaurant in town. Plus, I just got a free meal.” You laughed. A visible shiver coursed through you as the chilly night air picked up.

“Are you cold?” Harrison asked, already taking off his letterman’s jacket.

“Thank you.” You replied, taking his offer of warmth. Your short sleeves did nothing to shield you from the cold, but he had at least been prepared enough with long sleeves. “Are you sure you won’t get chilly?”

“I’ll be fine.” He reassured you.

“I had a really nice time tonight. I’m glad your mum invited me.” You admitted happily.

“Me, too. Apart from all of the embarrassment I just went through, I enjoyed tonight.”

“I never knew you had a secret Batman fanboy side.”

“I never knew you had a secret Catwoman fangirl side.” He countered with a smile.

“Guess that means we make a good team, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess it does.”

As you smiled at him, completely content under the moonlight, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you right then, to taste the sweetness of your strawberry lip gloss again. The last bit of your walk was filled with you two arguing over Batwoman and Catwoman, two things that neither of you had ever realized you had in common before.

Harrison’s wish finally came true the next day, as you two ran through the kiss scene multiple times. It was strange at first for him, because his sister and mother were intently watching, proud to see him in action, even if it was just a kiss scene over and over again. But, with you there, he grew more and more comfortable with each take.

As a few more weeks passed by, Harrison thought that perhaps you and Davey had officially ended things, but then he heard through Darci that you had magically worked it out. Whatever magic it was, he was upset about it, and he found himself increasingly irritated at the mention of Davey.

“Ooh, we finally get to meet the Davey tonight?” Darci asked as the five of you enjoyed lunch in between shots. It had been two weeks Harrison’s mother and sister visited, and now Davey was coming, much to Harrison chagrin.

“He’s only here for two days.” You explained, taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Ah, so you’ll be very busy, then.” McKell teased, suggestively nudging your side with his elbow. You brushed off his comment with a laugh, avoiding Harrison’s eyes.

“We should get him to do that calzone challenge with us.” Jojo said to Harrison. Although Jojo and McKell had been rather supportive of Harrison’s interest in you at the beginning, they seemed to forget about it most of the time now— for which he was actually kind of grateful.

The conversation couldn’t go any further as the director came into the room, holding the script in his hands. The look on his face told all of you that something was up. He looked between you and Harrison before speaking, “Change of plans for tomorrow. Eileen isn’t feeling well, so we’ll film Bea and Leo’s scene tomorrow instead of her scenes.”

“But tomorrow was supposed to be—“ You started, but cut yourself short, realizing there was no point in arguing. Schedules, plans, things all change, and this was just part of the job. “Never mind.”

“Well, tomorrow will be interesting.” Darci said quietly, voicing what was on everybody’s minds.

The director left with a silent nod, and the room fell silent for a moment. You and Harrison wouldn’t dare to look at each other, both of you feeling awkward suddenly. Making out with Harrison multiple times, especially with your boyfriend there, was not something either of you particularly enjoyed the thought of.

Having to film no more scenes today, Harrison went back to the hotel with Jojo and McKell. He didn’t end up seeing you for the rest of the day, but he was okay with that as he wanted to go as long as he could without meeting Davey. The director had taken some pity on the two of you, asking you to come in later in the morning instead of at 6 AM like usual.

Harrison made his way down to the hotel gym, wanting to utilize his newfound free time. Normally, he’d get his daily workout in after filming, but he didn’t see a reason to not get an early start today. He didn’t expect anyone to be up this early, but as he got closer to the gym, he could hear a voice coming from inside the room, the door cracked just slightly.

“Love, I promise I’ll be back in two days.” The stranger paused before continuing, “You know I’m only here for business, nothing else.”

Curious and trying to decide if he should even enter the room, Harrison snuck a quick glance through the crack in the doorway. He felt his blood run cold as he immediately recognized the guy sitting on the weight bench. Afterall, Harrison had looked at your social media enough to recognize your olive-skinned boyfriend, Davey.

“Bit early for you, isn’t it?” Harrison nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice from down the hall. He heard Davey mumbled something on the other side of the door, probably having heard your voice too.

“Yeah, but I just figured I’d start my pull-ups early today.” He replied before opening the door for you, acting like he had no clue that Davey had been in there.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Davey said to you, completely ignoring Harrison. He stood from his spot at the weight bench to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss you possessively.

“Davey, this is Harrison, he plays Leo. Harrison, this is Davey.” You introduced the two guys.

Davey looked Harrison up and down with his dark brown eyes and seemed to stand straighter, even though the blond was inches taller. Harrison was the first to step forward and politely outstretch a hand to the raven-haired guy before him. With a tight smile, Davey shook his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Davey turned back to you, “Spot me?”

“Actually, I wanted to-” Your eyes drifted over to the treadmill as Harrison got in position to start his pull-ups at the bar. Davey looked at you expectantly, and you nodded, silently agreeing to stand there and spot Davey while he bench pressed.

Slipping on his headphones and turning on some music, Harrison began his workout. He played his music loud enough to block out your conversations with Davey. Not only was it none of his business, but god, Harrison really hated everything about him already. Hearing silence between you and Davey when his song changed, Harrison spared a glance over towards you. He was surprised when he found your eyes trained on him or, rather, trained on his abdomen that seemed to stick out from his tight white shirt. Still unaware of his eyes on you, your own eyes trailed up to his arms, watching as they flexed with each pull-up. Feeling flustered by your fixed gaze, Harrison faltered a little, and your eyes immediately darted back to Davey in front of you. Harrison couldn’t help the proud smile that ghosted his lips as he continued— you were checking him out.

Harrison finished his workout and decided to get cleaned up before heading to set in half an hour, leaving you and Davey in the gym. When he left, he was surprised that you were still spotting Davey, getting no work out in like you had planned. The whole time he was getting cleaned up (and brushing his teeth repeatedly to ensure he had good breath), he just kept picturing your staring in his head. He had worked very hard to get his body in this shape, and he was very proud of himself too, but he was even prouder that you’d clearly taken notice. If anything, it almost excited him that they’d be filming this scene today. There were a few times in this episode specifically in which Leo is shirtless, but none of those scenes had been filmed— and if this scene was going to be anything like it was scripted to be, then you’d definitely get a better show than in the hotel gym.

He didn’t see you again until the two of you were on set, in full costume and makeup. He had a loose shirt on, but underneath it, his chest had been painted with blues and purples to make convincing bruises. As he went to his mark, Leo’s makeshift bed on the floor of the cellar, Harrison spotted Davey across the set, looking bored and unhappy. His blue eyes drifted over to you next, and he refrained himself from smirking as he noticed your makeup artist applying chapstick to your lips.

While you gathered your prop lantern and the lights dimmed around you all, Harrison made himself comfortable under the ragged blankets. The director called out “Action!” and Harrison closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep as he waited for you to come into the shot. Hearing your footsteps, Harrison stirred, blinking his eyes open.

“Bea, is everything alright?” He asked, looking up at you as you stood over him.

“Let me see your body.” You said definitively.

“Beatrice—” He started, but you cut him off.

“Show me, Leo. I want to see it.” At your words, Harrison shifted slowly, moving as if in pain. He pulled the blankets down and went to roll up his shirt. “Take your top off.”

He paused, looking at you questioningly with a hint of fear in his eyes. Groaning a little, Harrison sat up and removed his shirt. He looked at you expectantly, and you set aside the lantern before kneeling on the blankets beside him. Your hand drifted over the painted bruise tentatively, ghosting over the same abs that you had been studying just hours earlier. Harrison waited for you to deliver your next line, knowing he was scripted to kiss you after it. It felt like ages that he was waiting for you, wanting nothing more than to kiss you right now. His mind went blank as your eyes found his and you leaned in to kiss him.

It was unscripted, and he was surprised, but he didn’t let his surprise stop him from immediately kissing you back. Your chapstick tasted of strawberries, just as it had the last time the two of you had a kissing scene, and he swore he was in love with the taste of it. He expected to hear the director yell cut, to hear him question why you suddenly improvised, but when nothing came, he just continued to kiss you. You pulled back, a shy smile on your face, “I don’t want you to hide your body from me anymore. It’s too nice to be hidden.”

His heart leapt as he leaned forward to catch your lips once more, this time scripted. His hands shuffled to your waist, pulling you down to lay beside him as he rolled onto his side, his chest leaning over yours. Your fingers tangled into his hair, and he savored the feeling.

You pulled back again, whispering up to him, “No more hiding.”

“No more hiding.” He reaffirmed. As he continued to kiss you, his hands sensually wandered down your back, keeping you as close to him as possible. Part of him wanted to pause the intimate scene and pinch himself, just to make sure it was really happening, but he was worried if he stopped kissing you now that he’d never get the opportunity to kiss you like this again.

“Cut!” The director called, and Harrison reluctantly pulled away from you. He could’ve sworn a small frown passed your lips as he looked down at you, not having shifted off of you yet.

“Spearmint— my favorite.” You teased quietly, as if it was only for the two of you to hear. As you laughed underneath him, Harrison couldn’t help but wonder what his younger self would think if he knew he’d one day get to make out with Y/N Y/L/N. Even if it was just for the show, it was a sight that he’d always want to remember.

“I’ve always enjoyed the taste of strawberries.” He replied softly, rolling away from you.

The director ran you two through a couple pointers for the scene, and, to Harrison’s surprise, he even suggested Bea kissing Leo first, just like you had improvised. You reasoned that you forgot your line momentarily, but something about the way you kissed Harrison made him feel like that wasn’t the case; no, it seemed like you’d truly wanted to kiss him.

After running through the scene a few more times, the director was satisfied. While you stayed behind on set to film more scenes, Harrison returned to his hotel room. Just as he was searching his toiletry bag for some much-needed chapstick, his phone began to ring with a Facetime call. Seeing Harry’s contact photo light up on his screen, he accepted and set his phone aside momentarily. He didn’t need to wonder what Harry (and most likely Tom, Tuwaine and maybe even Sam) were calling about— he had made the dire mistake of telling his easily-excited best friends about today’s scene.

“Why are we looking at your ceiling?” Harry asked almost immediately.

“I’m, uh, looking for lip balm.” Harrison admitted quietly and smiled to himself when he found some. He quickly put it on and then grabbed his phone, heading to his bed where he could comfortably talk to his friends.

As expected, his friends let out an incoherent chorus of excitement. Sam seemed to calm down enough first to ask (more like, shout through the phone), “How was it?”

“Does she really kiss with tongue? Remember Jack used to say-” Tom started, and Harrison scoffed, hearing the name of one of their old classmates who swears he had a summer fling with you once.

“I still don’t believe him, but no, not today at least.” Harrison was honestly a bit embarrassed to admit it. You were in a relationship… with a possibly cheating moron, but still. It just didn’t feel right to talk about you in that way.

“Not today? So there could be another time!” Tuwaine shouted encouragingly.

“Is she still with that prick?” Tom asked.

“Yes, but,” Harrison paused, and they all looked at him expectantly, waiting for elaboration, “I think he might be cheating on her.”

“What makes you say that?” Harry questioned. “Mate, just because you fancy her doesn’t mean her boyfriend’s a cheater.”

“No, I mean I heard him on the phone, and he said he was in Liverpool for business, not for his girlfriend.” He reasoned, “I’m just very suspicious of him.”

“You should tell her if you think he is.” Sam stated, “If he isn’t, then, oh no, you’re on bad terms with her boyfriend, who probably already hates you after today. If he is, well, she’d hate you if she finds out you kept it from her.”

Harrison let out a small sigh as the others nodded. “I don’t know. It’s not my place. Besides, she said something a few weeks about him wanting an open relationship. Maybe it’s that?”

“Okay, look, forget I asked about him.” Tom said, shaking his head, while the others looked at Harrison skeptically through the phone, “How was it to finally have your drama school dreams fulfilled?”

“Fucking heaven.” Harrison admitted with a laugh.

For the next week, Harrison resisted the urge to tell you about Davey. He wanted to, he really did, but whenever he’d finally be alone with you and mentally prepare himself for the conversation, you would always just seem so happy and content. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb your happiness, especially when it was Harrison making you happy. After Davey left, it’s like something changed within you, and Harrison had no clue what it was, but he enjoyed it.

‘You have to tell her.’ Harrison read over his most recent text from Tom again. He let out a small sigh, trying to get the courage to tell you as you sat across from him at the booth.

It was Saturday, and you two, along with Darci, Jojo, and McKell, had made your way to a club, wanting to celebrate another week down. With only two episodes left to film, you all knew your time together was starting to run low. You were all a few drinks in by now, happily buzzed. Jojo and McKell were off somewhere, probably attempting to be each other’s wingmen. Darci was telling you a story so wild that Harrison wondered if it was even true. He finished the rest of his drink and shuffled out of the booth.

“I’m going to grab another drink.” Harrison said to you two, and, without waiting for a response, he left. He made no move to flag down the bartender, leaning against an empty spot in the bar. Pulling on the collar of his blue shirt, he started to feel hot, unsure if he could handle this.

“What happened to getting another drink?” You asked him, stepping up beside him.

“Where’s Darci?” He replied, not wanting to answer your question.

“Found a friend in the crowd.” You laughed and turned to flag down the bartender. You ordered a round of shots, to Harrison’s surprise.

“Are you good?” He asked skeptically.

“Yeah,” You nodded, but with how your eyes were glazed over the alcohol and another unreadable emotion, Harrison didn’t quite believe you. Playfully, you nudged him, “I should ask you the same thing. You’re the one who’s been moping all night for god knows why.”

“I haven’t been moping.” He argued as a tray of four shots was placed in front of you two. You handed one to him and took one for yourself.

“Cheers to another week done.” You clinked your shot glass against his before both of you downed them.

As you went to grab your second shot, Harrison reached a hand and stopped you. Concerned, he asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Davey and I broke up— for good this time.” You admitted, and his hold on your wrist softened while he looked at you pitifully. “He told me when he was here that he went through with his ‘open relationship’ plan, even though I never agreed to it, so he’s been basically cheating on me since I left for this job. Then tonight, he drunkenly texts me, and I know it’s just a booty call. He’s done it for years, but now I actually see it for what it is. So now, my shitty boyfriend is gone, I’m finally single, and my only plans for tonight is to get properly drunk. Maybe even hookup with a stranger— god knows it’s been a while since I had decent sex.” Harrison was speechless, and you continued, a smile finding its way to your face at the end of your venting. “Dance with me after this shot?”

“Do I have a choice?” He asked playfully, feeling your mood lighten once more. You winked at him, handing him a full shot glass. He made a mental note to keep a close eye on you and to keep you from drinking anymore.

After you both drank back the burning liquid, you grabbed his hand and pulled him out to the dancefloor. Harrison had felt the alcohol that was flooding his system earlier, but the colored lights, pounding music, and countless bodies around him seemed to make the alcohol hit him harder. There was a weight off his shoulders, knowing you were actually single as you danced with him, and yet he still felt strange about his current state with you— were you truly into him or was he just the first guy you could drunkenly hook up with?

You turned to face him, a small frown on your face, “Haz, you’re being a bit of a killjoy.”

It was then that he realized, while you were fully grinding on his body, he was relatively motionless. Your hands found his, and you planted one on your hip and another on the small of your back, low enough though that it teetered being on your ass. You leaned in closer to him, letting him get a whiff of your perfume. While one of your hands trailed along the hem of his shirt, daring to even dip below his shirt, the other traced through his hair.

As you planted a kiss on Harrison’s neck, not caring at all for the dancing bodies around you, you heard him let out a strangled groan of your name. Your nails light scratched over the deep V in his hips, hooking onto where his jeans met the line.

“Should we get out of here?” You asked Harrison, your lips right next to his ear as your voice dripped with seduction. He felt his heart flip with intoxicating excitement before he was immediately reminded of the gravity of the situation. You went to kiss him, but he moved back quickly, stepping out of your reach. Pouting, you asked, “Do you not want me? After all this time?”

“No, I do.” Harrison insisted. “I want you, but not like this, not when you’re drunk. You’re not in the right headspace for this. I don’t want to be your drunken rebound.”

“How can you be a rebound when it’s always been you?”

Harrison sighed. Oh, how much he’d love to hear that from you— sober. He was saved from having to reply when Darci, McKell, and Jojo found you two. They looked at the two of you skeptically, but Harrison just shook his head.

“I’m going to take Y/N back to the hotel.” He said as he stepped closer to the group so that they could hear him over the music.

“We’ll come, too.” Jojo insisted, even though, with his words slurred and his eyes glazed over, he was thoroughly drunk, too.

“Where did Y/N go?” McKell asked, realizing your sudden absence.

“Oh god,” Harrison muttered, and the four of them dispersed in the crowd to find you, tripping over the other sweaty bodies. Darci found you first, unable to stop you from having a couple more shots.

“No, no, you’re done.” She argued with you. You reached for the last shot that she had taken from you, but, in your intoxicated state, you easily lost your balance. Harrison quickly wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you up.

“I don’t think she can walk.” Jojo commented.

“What gave that away?” McKell asked sarcastically.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” With a small sigh, Harrison, as the most sober of the group (though he still felt fairly tipsy), proceeded to lead you out of the club.

Darci hailed a cab for the five of you, and while it was an illegally tight fit, you all made it work. You leaned on Harrison as he was pressed right up against you. On your other side sat Jojo. You mumbled softly to Harrison, one of your hands falling onto his knee, “Do you remember that year when they put up mistletoe at school?”

“Where are you going with this?” He asked you softly.

“I saw you kiss Vivian at the one outside of the gym, and I couldn’t walk in that area for three months without thinking of you. I was so jealous of her, and you just looked like such a good kisser, which I’m happy to report you are.”

“Babes, maybe stop with the drunk talking.” Darci said, because all of you could tell this was stuff sober you would never say.

Harrison looked at you in surprise— he barely even remembered when Vivian dragged him under the mistletoe, so the fact that you remembered and were jealous? And you said he was a good kisser, too. He felt a glimmer of pride overcome him.

“Ask me tomorrow, it’s the truth.” You shuffled in your seat, laying your head against Jojo’s shoulder, “Jojo, wanna know a secret?”

“Y/N, maybe-” Darci started, but Jojo cut her off.

“No, go on, Y/N.” He laughed, wanting to hear your drunk thoughts.

“Do you think I’d make a good Catwoman?” You asked, words slurring together as you grew tired.

“Catwoman? Like Anne Hathaway?” He questioned, and you hummed a ‘yes’. “Yeah, you’d make a good Catwoman.”

“Good. Tell Haz he needs to my Batman then.” Your voice was quiet, as if it was something just meant for the two of you to hear, but your voice wasn’t nearly as soft as you had thought it was, meaning Harrison and the rest of your friends were truly aware of your little drunken secret

“Okay, I’ll tell him.” Jojo reassured you, a shit-eating grin on his face as he glanced over your head to look at the embarrassed Harrison.

The rest of the car ride was silent, and Harrison helped you out of your seat. With the help of the others, he got you safely inside your hotel room. Everyone retreated to their own rooms, except for Harrison who stayed with you. He laid you down on your bed and went searching for your pajamas, which to his luck were stowed underneath your pillow.

“Can you change or—?” Harrison asked, holding out the clothes to you

“I’ve got it, though I wouldn’t mind you helping.” You said with a wink. As you started to change out of your club clothes, Harrison turned away from you and focused on getting out some much-needed pain reliever and a glass of water for you to have in the morning. He heard you shuffle on the bed behind him before you let out a small huff, “Hazzy, can you come here?”

Hazzy— that was a new nickname. To his surprise, you were already tucked up in bed, your previously worn clothes scattered on the floor around you. He set the water and meds on your nightstand before kneeling to your level, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Do you know why Davey wasn’t my first love?” You asked quietly, your eyes beginning to droop with sleep. You reached a hand out to tentatively run your fingers over his cheek before you cupped it, smiling softly at him.

He had a hunch, but he played along anyway, wanting to hear you say it, in case he never heard it again. “Why?”

“Because you were.” Your voice was so quiet that he barely heard you, but he was so glad that he did. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, and you let your hand fall from his face.

“Get some sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

“Can you stay tonight? Please?”

“Of course, love.” Harrison stood to his full height, and when he looked at you again, you were already asleep. He softly readjusted the blankets on your bed to make sure you were warm enough, before he made his way over to the couch. Grabbing a throw blanket off the back of the couch, he settled into his bed for the night. Just like every other night lately, he drifted off thinking of you, but this time, there was an excited flutter in his heart.

The next day, Harrison woke up to you letting out a groan, loudly asking, “Why the fuck is it so bright in here?”

He slowly sat up from the couch to check on you. A smile crossed his face as you took the pain meds he’d left out and downed the glass of water. Your eyes seemed to bulge out of your head when you noticed his presence in the room. Laughing, he greeted you, “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Please tell me you miraculously don’t remember anything I said last night because I remember, and I don’t want to.” You said, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Sorry to disappoint then.” He sent you a sympathetic smile.

With a sigh, you patted the spot beside you on your bed. Wordlessly, Harrison got up from the couch and came to sit beside you on the bed. He expected you to say something, but when you were silent, seemingly caught up in your thoughts, he spoke up, “Did you mean it? When you said I was your first love?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in your reply, and you turned to finally meet his eye, “It was a very intense schoolgirl crush, hence why I hated Vivian after that mistletoe incident, but seeing you again just made me realize that it was more than just a crush. I’ve regretted saying no to you all those years ago ever since you came back into my life.”

“Well, I thought I was over my crush on you, but turns out, there are just some things time can’t change.”

A comfortable silence overfell you two again before you finally spoke up with the words that had been on your mind for weeks, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“I think I’m in love with you, too.” Harrison sealed his words by leaning in to kiss you.

With no script to follow now, he felt fireworks as you kissed him back. One of your hands drifted to the back of his neck, silently urging him to continue kissing you. His hands snaked around your waist before he shifted to lay on his back, rolling you on top of him. You deepened the kiss, your tongue finding its way into his mouth. He moaned at first, fully enjoying himself, before his lips curved into a smile, and he started to laugh against your lips.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, pulling away from his lips. His hands wandered from your hips up to where your own hands were resting on his chest, and he casually intertwined your fingers.

“It’s nothing.” He said in an attempt to play it off, but the smile on his face told you that whatever he was thinking was hilarious to him. “You remember Jack Evans? He told everyone that you were the best french kisser in school, and, well, he’s not wrong.”

You let out a scoff before giggling to yourself, “First of all, how many girls have you french kissed from drama school and should I be jealous? Second of all, Jack was an ass who couldn’t kiss for shit, but I’ll take it as a compliment that he told everyone that.” You leaned down until your lips were just barely touching, “And thirdly, do you want to keep talking about drama school, or do you want me to keep kissing you?”

“You don’t need to be jealous, but I kinda like that you are.” He replied with a cheeky smile. “And you’re right. He was an ass.”

“And for the last one?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

Harrison pretended to think about it for a second before he let go of your hand to cup your cheek, bringing your lips crashing back down to his.

[jmblyajones]

Eagles: Time 4x1

1. Y’all, I’m not ready. It’s like the beginning of the end 😭

2. OH MY GOSH!!…..NOT THE FLASHBACK!!

I was like who tf is in this bed….Y’all I was listening to this intro music thinking “how very britney” and a teen beat poster?? i was like wtf.

3. PETRA IS AT AMIE’S SHOW!! Awww!! I’ve wanted this so bad!!

Tell me that “reserved” wasn’t for Elias? lmao like girl he is not gonna make it 😭

4. Ummm secret dating??? 👀👀

5. My girl is back in her braids HALLELUYER!!

She looks amazing except whatever bush she’s dragging along. wtf is that??

6. not “all i ever wanted was a rolli rolli” 😂 not us playing peek a boo in the locker room what is dis??

7. So Andres got shot 😭 I mean… I guess that makes sense from a writing stand point the boy just got outta jail. But wait… pls tell me Jack is in the clink??

8. Felicia in her bang era, I love it.

9. Is Petra gonna find herself a man this season?

The sooner Amie gets away from her shiesty record label the better. I’m so disgusted. They are just staring over at her and Gabrielle like buzzards.

Yandeh’s english accent is so cute btw 🥺

I mean, I’m glad Michael saw Amie perform. It kinda just showed even more of what he missed out on. So he can just sit with that regret for a good while.

10. Dang. Jack has used everything Felicia has told him in confidence for revenge that she doesn’t feel safe to share her feelings. It’s very unfortunate. ☹️

11. Mats, y’all have been in the public eye for how long and y’all’s media training just goes out the window with the snap of a finger?

12. That call from the hospital better be about Andres opening his eyes from a coma. Don’t play!

13. I kinda wanna see Amie’s hat collection. I know she’s got one.

NOT ELIAS HIDING FROM PETRA GET OUTTA HERE!! 😭

Oh lawd they both don’t wanna talk about what ails them. My boo’s are in the honeymoon phase.

NOT PETRA CATCHING AMIE AND ELIAS OH MY GOSH!!

Y’all watching them kiss… i’m right up in that honeymoon phase with them 😂

14. I’m sorry but I just had the urge to tell miss nurse Bea to take two steps back from the camera. Even I felt her all up in my grill..

15. Oh shit… what if Andreas has amnesia bro.

16. Tell me y’all not gonna end the episode with this ole dusty bitch….

You know, this better not end up in some kumbaya bullshit. I’m not accepting anything LESS than jail for him!!

[bestworstcase]

tell me the gospel of Casscaine

this thing

ok ok ok 

i think the core appeal of casscaine as a ship is that these are both characters who are driven by fury and deep intractable grievances against a kingdom that screwed them over, and while the narrative does invite us to sympathize with cassandra’s anger her story also ends in her groveling for forgiveness from the very people who hurt  her in the first place. meanwhile of course caine doesn’t even have the fig leaf of a personal issue with rapunzel to disguise the fact that her problem is corona’s fucked up monarchy, so she doesn’t even get the benefit of a sympathetic narrative and in fact after establishing her as this sort of character in BEA, TTS walks it back in her subsequent appearances by turning her into a generic antagonistic thief driven by grift and greed. they are in short two characters who are right, stuck in a narrative that is incapable of treating them that way.

take them outside of the context of a disney princess show controlled by disney’s conservative executives with a mandated pro-monarchy and pro-status quo stance, there is. so much. you can do with that, and they have so much common ground to work with. 

both of them orphans, in such a symmetrical way - cassandra watched her own mother abandon her for rapunzel, and caine watched soldiers drag her father away in a cage in rapunzel’s name. both of them grew up carrying these hideous traumas in a kingdom that didn’t care about them. did caine have a mother, or other relatives who took care of her after her father was stolen from her? did she grow up in an orphanage? was she fending for herself from a young age? we don’t know, but we do know the wound of her father’s loss never healed—and cass, of course, had a father who loved her but was not equipped to care for her, and his emotional distance and the martial relationship he cultivated with her damaged her just as much if not more than gothel’s abuse did. i don’t think either of them ever had a shot at climbing out of these holes without transgressing against corona itself - & caine of course embraced that without hesitation while cass kept holding on and trying and trying until she had literally nothing left to give and she snapped.

and im just like obsessed with the idea of that anger bringing them together but then healing being what makes it stick. there’s just something so very appealing about - not just someone who can hear you and who gets it when you scream rage and anguish into the night and then, also, helping you find your way out of that darkness - bc as good as it feels to scream and be heard you also can’t just marinate in anger and violence! it’s not good for you! and having someone who’s right there with you to hang onto while you’re both going through it and struggling towards freedom & peace! hoo boy!!

its also extremely appealing to me that they are both commoners of no special importance socially speaking. gjksdlf anyone who’s been following me for any length of time knows i don’t like royal!cass AUs or just AUs where cass has any kind of status in that vein, and that same taste extends to romance and shipping lmao. esp in bitter snow where cass is literally just the child of some impoverished farmers and caine was just a poor kid from a poor family barely scraping by!! it hits, it hits

i will probably never write a canon compliant tts fic but if i did it would be post-s3 casscaine jskdkjf

[artificialqueens]

Bitch Fight, Ch.10 (Multi-Ship; Adorney) - Lita

Welcome to the world of Femme Fatale Wrestling. The future is female, and we're here to prove it.

A/N: Sorry it's been a hot second since I last updated - I don't have a valid reason, I just forgot lmao. Anyhow - group fluff at the gym, Adore is a dumbass, Bianca is a sucky adoptive parent, and Courtney remains a useless lesbian. Much love kids, enjoy <3<3

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CHAPTER 10: YOU CAN'T WRESTLE

“Jesus Christ, Adore - get up!”

“I don’t wanna.”

Dela walks into the gym, heading straight towards the ring. Bianca and Adore are already there - Adore lying on the mat, groaning as Bianca pulls at her arm, trying to scrape her off the ground. Dela raises an eyebrow.

“Is she okay?”

“Delaaaa, she’s trying to kill me!” Adore whines, still not moving off the floor. “Help!”

Bianca rolls her eyes. “Don’t listen to her, she’s being a fucking baby,” Bianca says. “Someone decided to go out partying last night, and she’s still feeling a little delicate. Which, by the way, is not an excuse for half-assing training.” She looks daggers at Adore. “Or for throwing up in my car.”

“I got most of it out the window,” Adore murmurs.

“You did not.” Bianca deadpans. Dela has to stifle a laugh.

“Who was she with?”

“Trin and Pretty Dope - apparently they’ve accepted her into the pack now.”

“Yeah, I can’t say I’m surprised - Trinity can drink like a goddamn monster, it’s terrifying.” Dela shudders. Every single time she’d ended up in a bar with Trinity, she couldn’t remember a thing the next day. The younger woman had an affinity for tequila shots, and seemingly an immunity to hangovers too; trying to match pace with her was basically impossible. “What did you do to her?” Dela climbs into the ring, sitting on the apron and untying  her gym shoes.

“Literally nothing,” Bianca scoffs. “That’s the first bump she’s taken all day, and now she won’t get up. We’ve been here for five minutes.”

“Adore sweetie, if you’re hurt badly enough that you can’t get off the floor, I will call an ambulance right now. Otherwise, move your ass,” Dela says with a laugh, lacing her boots up. Adore lets out a long groan, her face pressed against the ring canvas. Bianca nudges the redhead’s shoulder with her foot. This is probably the most clothed Dela has ever seen Adore, in a horrendously oversized Steve Austin shirt, kneepads strapped on over her sweatpants.

Arguably one of the best decisions they’d made after setting up the promotion was buying a dedicated training space. It was pretty bare-bones; an old storage garage in an industrial park, with a ring and some basic gym equipment - nothing in the direction of changing space or showers, which wasn’t ideal, but privacy away from the general public, and 24/7 access was something they’d struggle to get elsewhere. Anyway, they could shower at home, and given that they shared a locker room, there wasn’t much that they hadn’t seen of each other. Dela had been up in more than enough people’s business making sure tampon strings or panty lines weren’t visible through ring gear more times than she could count. Working with these girls as regularly as she did kind of necessitated that they didn’t really have boundaries.

Bianca tries to drag Adore back to her feet by her armpits - the younger woman totally sandbags her, her limbs floppy. Bianca huffs a frustrated sigh through her nose.

“You’re hard fucking work, you know that?” She grumbles; Adore leaning against the ropes, frowning.

“The light burns.”

She kind of has a point - another drawback was the aggressive fluorescent lighting. Dela had found herself bent over a trash can in this place more than once after partying a little too hard the night before a training session.

“I hate to say you brought this on yourself Bea, but it’s true.” Dela slides into the ring. Bianca folds her arms. Dela turns to Adore, putting an arm around her. “Listen sweetie, I know this is rough, but you gotta just grin and bear it - it’s all part of the learning curve. Take it from someone who hasn’t had a comfortable night of sleep since 2003.”

“I don’t give a shit - I wanna either barf or go to bed, but Bianca won’t let me.” Adore moans.

“I know - she’s evil, right?” Dela simpers. Bianca aims a jokey slap at Dela, who pushes her away. The brunette is obviously trying to stifle a smile. “Bianca, can’t you see that this poor sweet thing is obviously at death’s door? You making her do work when she has her second-ever match in two days is criminal.” Adore nods along, pouting.

“Don’t give in to her bullshit,” Bianca scolds.

“Look, maybe she’s more of a visual learner - what was it you were trying to work on?” Dela asks, fastening her elbow pads.

“That top-rope moonsault thing she can apparently do, since she’s hellbent on being bargain-bin Lita - if she hits it, it’s fine, but if there’s nobody home she shits her pants and lands on her feet, it looks stupid.”

“Right,” Dela nods, looking at Adore. “That’s kind of weird - you’re usually great with throwing yourself at the ground.”

Adore shrugs nonchalantly.

“It’s fine - Adore, get out of the way for a sec, I can try and demonstrate. I don’t think I can do the whole backflip thing, but selling top rope moves without landing on someone is basically all the same.”

Adore shuffles to the other side of the ring as Dela locks up with Bianca; Dela hits her with a basic underhook takedown, planting Bianca on her back, before climbing the ropes. She’s never been much of a high-flier - someone as bottom-heavy as her really has no business trying to take to the skies - but she’s pretty sure she can still manage a semi-passable splash. Just as her feet leave the ropes, Bianca rolls out of the way - Dela eats shit, as expected, landing flush on her stomach and bouncing off the canvas. She rolls over, grabbing at her midsection and doubling over - Bianca grabs her hand, pulling her to her feet.

“So basically all you need to do is trust the process and take the bump like you normally would,” Dela says breathlessly. That felt absolutely awful - she had to remind herself every so often why it was that most of her ring work took place firmly on the canvas, wrapping her arms around her stomach as she recovered from the aftershock. “I get the temptation to not bother landing it, especially if you know there won’t be someone there, but suspension of disbelief is-“

She stops - Adore’s concentration also immediately goes elsewhere as the doors to the gym swing open. It’s Courtney that walks in - fashionably late as per, the smoothie that Dela could only guess had made her late in the first place in her hand. Bianca turns to look at her, folding her arms.

“What fucking time do you call this?”

“Traffic was bad,” Courtney shrugs, taking a sip of her smoothie. She’s in a black sports bra and basketball shorts, boots slung nonchalantly over her shoulder by the laces.

“That excuse is starting to wear thin - leave earlier or drive faster,” Dela teases, leaning against the ropes.

“Sorry mum,” Courtney laughs. Dela is very aware of Adore standing beside her, staring slack-jawed at the Aussie. Bianca looks at her confusedly.

“You good?”

Adore leans in to whisper loudly into Bianca’s ear: “Who the fuck is that?”

Bianca rolls her eyes, muttering to Dela: “I swear to god, this bitch ate crayons for breakfast.”

“Stop bullying her, she’s only a baby.” Dela elbows her.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Adore still looks perplexed.

“Adore, I can’t believe you. I thought what we had was special,” Courtney laments, mock-pouting.

“Oh my god, you guys all suck. I can’t just- hold the fuck up, Courtney?” Adore’s eyes practically pop out of her head.

“Fucking bingo.” Bianca throws her hands up, laughing. Adore still seems to be struggling to put two and two together.

Dela was willing to admit that Courtney did look strikingly different when she was off duty. Whilst the blonde very much played sex appeal in the ring - all tits and glamour and long hair - it was more of a costume than arguably anyone else’s gimmick was. Realistically, for all intents and purposes, Court was a drag queen - her ability to go from being the spitting double of Trish Stratus in the ring, to a side character on The L Word outside of it, was genuinely impressive. When she wasn’t working shows, she embodied this sort of low-effort androgyny; no makeup ever, fairly nondescript clothes. She was basically flat-chested, the impressive cleavage she boasted in the ring required three push-up bras and occasional duct tape.

A development of the last couple of years, her natural hair was cut into a sort of shaggy, long pixie - it was cute, in a way that Dela was seethingly envious of. Court had tried her level best to teach her how to make extensions work on short hair a few months ago, but even with repeated instruction, she had no clue what she was doing, and they’d basically decided she was a lost cause. How much time was Dela planning on spending being pissed off about the hair fiasco today? Apparently a lot.

“Where the fuck did your boobs go?” Adore raises an eyebrow.

“Jesus, you’re doing wonders for my self-confidence today,” Courtney says, perching on the ring apron. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, there’s definitely something there.” She prods at her chest, looking down. “Wait, hold on - no, that’s a mosquito bite. Never mind, guess you were right.” The blonde shrugs. Bianca laughs quietly. “You guys okay?”

“I’m fine, Dela’s fine, Adore is dying apparently.” Bianca shrugs.

“I am.”  Adore nods solemnly, leaning against the ropes. Bianca rolls her eyes.

“She has a hangover,” Dela clarifies. “Bianca made her get out of bed, so she’s public enemy number one today.”

“Ah, right. Well, if you didn’t-“ Courtney makes direct eye contact with Bianca, taking up an affected, mock-sanctimonious tone. Bianca rolls her eyes.

“Courtney, let me stop you there. I’m happy for you and shit, but I do not have the patience to listen to her, and your preachy straight-edge bullshit at the same time. It’s been a long fucking morning.” Bianca says.

“Your loss. This smoothie is really good by the way,” Courtney shrugs airily; offering the cup to Adore, who gags.

“Or tell us about how expensive blended spinach is better than coffee anyway, that’s also fine.” Bianca says, huffing a laugh through her nose.

“You’re really fucking horrible, you know that Bea?” Courtney says, laughing as she slides into the ring. “Right, I’m not here to fuck spiders - you guys can piss off now, the main eventers have shit to do.” She wraps  her arms around Adore’s lifeless body, cuddling up to her like a cat. The redhead looks a little more lively, leaning her head against Courtney’, and nodding her agreement with her previous statement.

“Excuse me?” Bianca raises an eyebrow.

“You heard me. You two irrelevant losers get your arses out of my ring.” Bianca shares a moment of incredulous eye contact with Dela.

"Courtney, I have-"

"Yeah yeah, wrestling for longer than I've been alive, I've heard that whole speech before - where the fuck is your title?"

"Where's yours?" Bianca claps back, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck off, you miserable old bitch."

"Don't talk to my talent like that," Dela says through a laugh.

"You can fuck off too." Adore nods along with Courtney's statement assertively, flipping Bianca and Dela off.

“Courtney, I could fire you.” Dela folds her arms, trying to stop herself from smiling and failing pretty miserably.

“Yeah, you won’t though, will you?” The blonde gives a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile; Dela rolls her eyes as she ducks out of the ring.

Adore has apparently changed her tune pretty drastically now that Courtney has shown up; once Courtney has laced up her boots, the two of them jump right into jostling around the ring, as if Adore hadn’t been inches from death less than twenty minutes ago. Bianca stands beside Dela as she watches the two of them rolling around the ring, leaning her elbows on the apron. The pair of them start off awkwardly tussling around, pushing and shoving - Adore’s trademark scrappy offense looks arguably worse than it usually does in the ring with Court, who at this point could work a classic in her sleep, but there’s something about it that’s endearing in its own way.

Dela flinches as Courtney floors Adore with a spear, the younger woman’s head bouncing awkwardly off the mat. Bianca sucks her teeth.

“What have I told you? Tuck your fucking head, you moron.”

“Fuck off, mom!” Adore calls back at her, looking a little dazed.

“Yeah, fuck off!” Courtney seconds her, pulling Adore back to her feet. Bianca curls her lip.

“Whatever, enjoy your brain damage.” Bianca pulls a can of Red Bull out of her bag, popping the tab and taking a long drink.

“Don’t you think you’re a little harsh on her?” Dela tilts her head, looking at her.

"Why, because I wouldn't let her pussy out of showing up because she has a hangover?"

"Obviously I was talking about you calling her a fucking moron."

“Tough love - it’s the way I was brought into this business, kid gloves never got anyone anywhere.” Bianca shrugs.

“Speak for yourself.”

“Well, not all of us had the luxury of being coached by our fucking wives.” Bianca raises an eyebrow. “You know, when I was like, nineteen I watched the guy who trained me break a kid’s leg on purpose just to prove the point that wrestling is ‘real’ - given that I’m not going by his playbook, Adore has it fucking easy.”

Dela grimaces, looking back to Adore and Courtney in the ring. Adore is on her back; Courtney straddling her waist, pinning both arms above her head with her hand, practically dry-riding her. She watches a little longer, waiting to see if they do anything. They don’t. Dela can’t help but wonder for a moment whether or not there’s anything going on between the two of them. It wouldn’t surprise her. It happened all the time; everyone was basically screwing everyone else at any given moment - Bianca had worked her way through most of the roster in the last eight years, there'd been more hook-ups and subsequent break-ups than she could count, and she'd walked into at least one backstage shower threesome in her time. She guessed it was something like the link between all-girls’ schools and lesbianism, starting up an all-women’s promotion had given way to a hell of a lot of locker room incest. Well, it realistically was common everywhere else; there was just less macho posturing bullshit taking place in Femme Fatale, so it was more out in the open.

She walks away from the ring. She didn’t turn up with the intention of working her in-ring skills, and there’s more she can be doing here than just standing around and spectating. As she sets up the squat rack, she hears Bianca in the process of saying something scathing, and calls her over - cutting her off mid-sentence. Whatever the deal was with Adore and Court, it was probably best to leave them to it.

“Bea, can you spot me?”

[daily-rubbersoul-redux]

could I perhaps get lore ab the informant squad? pick whichever characters from it you want to talk ab!

oh hell yeah you get one for each lmao

- Taoji always has his golden dart (see: bio art) on him; Mainly because it's a good luck charm, but also y'know. Just incase the opportunity to practice his dart skills or do a trick shot arises.

- Bea's name came from the fact that while I was like conceptualizing the squad, I just wanted to make one of them a super generic background character, so in my head a just called her Background-Chan, which I shortened to B-Chan, and well.... Bea? B? I'm so fucking (not) clever

- Yue has only ever told one person their gender, and that's Taoji (and only because they lost a bet). They have two main reasons for not telling people; A. They don't really care that much, like they're fine with any pronoun so they don't see a point, and B. because sometimes people treat you differently based exclusively on gender, and that's a hassle.

-Ski'nei is actually one of the most social members of the info. squad; They're all pretty outgoing, yeah, but Ski'nei does not know the MEANING of social anxiety. She has never had an issue doing a presentation in class, or working in groups, or anything like that.

God I wish that was me-

- Ayanei is the member of the squad who's been there the longest (barring Merridith herself, of course); She actually joined because Jacian basically saved her life, and she at the time had a bit of a crush on him wanted to repay him for it. She's actually quite down to Earth despite her popularity, and status as the quote-on-quote 'Queen of Gossip'.