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cyanid-apple · 2 years ago

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J'ai publié 586 fois en 2022

C'est 472 billets de plus qu'en 2021 !

64 billets créés (11%)

522 billets reblogués (89%)

Les blogs que j'ai le plus reblogués :

@/elytrians

@/opia-jpg

@/spooksier

@/alientoastt

@/stereden

J'ai étiqueté 368 billets en 2022

Seulement 37% de mes billets ne comportaient pas de tag

#tma - 57 billets

#cy talks - 29 billets

#cy makes art - 24 billets

#fanart - 16 billets

#one piece - 8 billets

#danganronpa - 8 billets

#severance - 7 billets

#tma fanart - 6 billets

#reblog - 6 billets

#ghost quartet - 6 billets

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and then we didn’t sleep at all and me and three of my friends (not the ones who met stromae) decided at 4:30 in the morning to take a train

Mes billets vedette en 2022 :

n°5

[ID: Digital illustration of Nikola Orsinov and Tim Stoker on a black background. The illustration is made of only coloured lineart. Tim is upside down.

Nikola is a grey mannequin with a red tutu and clown makeup. Tim is a brown man with bleached and dyed blue hair that is curly and reaches his shoulders. He is wearing a white shirt and holding a white object.

Around them is written "You idiot! Do you really think the world will fate under the watcher? Do you think you’re saving anyone? I don’t care. You can’t even save him! But I can hurt you".

"I don’t care" and "But I can hurt you" are written in white and upside down. The rest is in red. End ID]

For @tmaappreciationweek day three

Favourite scene: the confrontation between Tim and Nikola during the unknowing

44 notes - publié le 23 mars 2022

n°4

[ID: Digital portrait painting of Melanie King on a blue background.

Melanie is a pale japanese woman with short brown hair with red tips. She’s wearing a dark red sweater. End ID]

She’s actually my favourite ever

53 notes - publié le 18 septembre 2022

n°3

[ID: Digital illustration of the season 5 cast of the Magnus archives in front of a green sky composed of eyes. it shows Jon, Elias, Melanie, Georgie, Annabelle, Helen, Martin and Basira. In the middle is written "the Magnus archives. Season five" and at the bottom right "statement ends."

Jon is a brown man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He has facial hair and round scars on his face. He wears a dark teal shirt and has some grey hairs.

Elias is a white man with gray hair and green eyes. He has a moustache and wrinkles and wears a blue suit.

Melanie is a Japanese woman with dark brown hair that is dyed pink. She has pink glass eyes and wears a red heart shaped earring. She wears a pink sweatshirt.

Georgie is a black woman with dark brown hair and eyes. Her curly hair is done in a bun and the tips are purple. She wears a yellow sweatshirt and a sword shaped earring.

Annabelle is a black woman with bleached short curly hair and brown eyes. There is a spiderweb design in her hair and in her eye makeup. She wears a purple turtleneck with a lilac dress.

Helen is a black woman with brown hair and hazelnut eyes. Her hair is curly and the tips are pink. She wears a green dress shirt with an orange crop top on top of it. She wears a yellow spiral shaped earring and has spiral motives on her face.

Martin is a Polynesian man with dark brown hair and eyes. He has two light grey streaks in his hair and facial hair. He wears a blue jumper and glasses.

Basira is a Middle Eastern woman with brown eyes. She wears a green hijab, a white dress shirt and a green sweater vest. End ID]

This is the first time I draw Elias

57 notes - publié le 5 février 2022

n°2

[ID: Digital bust shot portrait of Oliver Banks, a black man with long dark brown braids with light purple tips. He wears round glasses low on his nose and a blue grey sweater. He has freckles and wears a skull shaped earring. The background is light blue. In the top left corner is written "Oliver Banks, avatar of the End". End ID]

Man just wants a nap, more at five

59 notes - publié le 5 février 2022

Mon billet n°1 en 2022

[ID: Digital painting of Annabelle Cane holding a phone in front of a red background. It is a bustshot.

Annabelle is a black woman with short pale blonde curly hair. Her eyes are completely white. There is a hole in her skull that is covered with a spiderweb. She is wearing a white shirt with ruffles a red corset and a green shawl. She wears red jewellery. The phone she is holding is a red rotary dial phone, there are two other phones on the table in front of her. End ID]

Long time no spider wife

532 notes - publié le 24 juillet 2022

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years ago

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So I really liked this guy I kept seeing around campus. I asked everyone who he was but no one seemed to know. Today I pointed him out to my friend and it turns out he is a really shitty person. I have never talked to him but it was so heartbreaking because I found myself daydreaming about him like 24/7 BUT ANYWAY!!

My request is Eddie x Plus Sized! Reader and he’s just comforting her. She comes over while he’s just at the trailer and there are tears just streaming down her face. He immediately noticed she’s wearing her comfort outfit and just pulls her into a hug without saying anything. The whole time they just hangout and she so happy she has a friend like Eddie.

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

Oh sure. I like emotional support Eddie. It's too cute. Not sure if you wanted me to incorporate your story. But I will do the best I can

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warning: uhh none. Just fluff super short. I couldn't come up with anything too much. Sorry just got off a 12 hour shift and I wanted to get this out before I went to sleep. Not proof read and no word count.

🖤💚

You knocked on the trailer door. You could hear Eddie stop playing his guitar your eyes were blood shot and your tears didn't seem to let up. You could hear Eddie's footsteps making their way to the door. The smell of cigarettes punched you in the nose when the door opened. Eddie was standing there looking at you.

" Eddie" you whimpered

Eddie pulled you in and hugged you. Squeezing hard.

Damn it what happened Eddie thought. You only dress like that when you were upset. Eddie pulled you into the trailer. He lead you to the couch. You sat as Eddie went to make a call.

" uhh yeah can I get an extra large pizza with double the pepperoni." Eddie order your favorite pizza.

After he hung up he went to his room and grabbed a bag of stuff you left there. He came back to you and placed the bag on the coffee table. He sat down and grabbed your feet. He took off your shoes and socks and started to massage your feet.

" what's wrong princess?"

" He- he's and an asshole."

"Who's an asshole?"

" This dumb guy at school."

" What did he do? He didn't hurt you did he?"

" No."

"Then?"

" I just been seeing him around a lot. And I was starting to like him but he was a totally dick. He said he doesn't do 'fat chicks'."

Eddie sighed. " Well then he's just a prick. Any real man doesn't care about that type of thing."

There was a few seconds of silence.

" hey do you want to braid my hair?" Eddie asked.

You nodded and Eddie sat between your legs.

" If you want we can do facials."

You smiled " I would like that."

The night filled with laughter and activities.

Eddie let you paint his toenails. And let you do his makeup. He wouldn't do this for just anyone. But you were his best friend. And he always knew when you were down.

" Happy princess?"

"Oh yeah. You always know what to do Eddie. I love you bud."

Eddie grinned "Love you too"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female original character #eddie munson x you #fanfic #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie my beloved

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teacupcollector · 3 years ago

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Rebel - Chapter 11

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Summary- (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then Matt ever has.

You have been to the doctors and they said you need to use crutches until the stitches are out. You are out and about now wearing comfy clothes that cover most of the injuries. It is Wednesday and you are on the way to church. You never told your dad why you wanted to go. You feel guilty, even though you shouldn't, it wasn't your fault.

That isn't the only reason, you feel like you need to confess something. You could tell that your dad is worried about you. He has been extra careful with you which isn't what you wanted. You feel like he is your guide more then you are to him. Uncle Foggy is also very protective over you, he wont even let you out of the apartment with out guiding you to the street. Your friends look at you with sympathy. They left get well cards and stuff like that in front of the apartment door. They didn't bother to come in. The only person who seem to treat you like a human and not a fragile flower made of glass was Karen. You always preferred it when someone had to "watch" you. She understood that you are indeed meat and bone with a soul that doesn't need to be taken care of 24/7. So after church today you both are going to hang out at her apartment. Looking at the same walls everyday is exhausting so you were excited for that.

You arrive at the church and sit on the bench and sigh. Your underarms hurt you still need to get some pads for them to be more comfortable. Your dad stands there and waits. "You can go ahead and head inside dad I am going to sit here for a bit." You say holding the crutches up right so they don't block the sidewalk. "(Y/N) come on we will miss this session if we sit out here, plus its getting cold its best if you come inside." Matt says in his concerned tone that he has been using on you ever since the accident. "I'm fine dad you don't need to worry about me. I just want to sit and people watch for a bit." You say not looking at him, You try to not have an annoyed voice or give off some sort of attitude. He is your dad after all and you should be grateful. This is the most he has spent time with you in a while but his constant worry is not how you want to make him feel when he is around you. "How about we sit together then." He says going to sit down. "N-No! I... I want to be by myself. Please go inside and I will be there in a minute..." Matt keeps a straight face and tilts his head then nods. "Alright sweetpea... See you inside." You could tell that he was hurt by what you said. It makes you feel even more guilty it makes your heart hurt. He walks inside tilting his head in your direction before shutting the door. You look around when you see a familiar head popping out from the crowd. "Abigail!" You call out to her waving. "Abs! Abigail over here!" You call out to her again and she stops and makes eye contact with you she looks slightly annoyed. You notice that she is with someone and you realize she is walking with someone. 'Is... is that the druggie from the alley?' He is holding a back pack that looks like it has been splattered with paint as well as the jacket he is wearing. He looks just as annoyed but you try your luck with another shout. "Abigail!" This time you give a more shy wave hopping she will respond with a more enthusiastic wave but she only glances at you and turns away, her head and body slowly being lost in the crowd in which you had found her.

You are hurt by her reaction. She looked annoyed and burdened by the sound of your voice. 'Am I a burden?' You think to yourself. 'Do... do I bother people? Am I annoying? Am I...' these thoughts start to spiral out of control. By the time you snap out of it someone is tapping on your shoulder and speaking to you. "Hello (Y/N)?" Father Paul asks standing next to you. "(Y/N) are you okay?" He asks but you are already nodding your head. "Yes Father. I'm sorry I guess I am a little spacey today." He nods and says "That's alright. You weren't in today's service I saw Matthew and he mentioned that you seemed troubled. Is there something you wish to speak about?" He asks leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod " Is... Is it bad to wish death on someone Father?" You whisper and Father Pauls eyes widen. "Because that night... I almost died and the usual things that run through your mind was there but..." You play with your fingers out of nervousness. " I wished death on someone and if it wasn't for Fr-" You cut yourself off, Frank saved you and he didn't need to be outed. "If it wasn't for that someone who saved me I would be dead..." You begin to tear up as small tear drops fall onto your hands and jeans. "I'm glad they are dead. Is that bad of me to say?" You ask still whispering. Father Paul pauses then begins to say " Of course it is bad to wish death on a person... It is not bad to confess to having these feelings because of the trauma you went through. You have to push past these feelings and grow with the trauma you have." He pauses and places a hand on your shoulder. " Don't let the trauma define you. It shapes you into the person you are today. You will grow stronger now, everything you have went through will help you grow stronger.” Father Paul says. "My church is always open." He finishes as your dad walks out and a car pulls up and the window rolls down. "Hello Karen." He says with a smile as you stand up with your crutches and smile at Karen. " Hey Matt. Hey (Y/N)! Ready to go?" She asks and you nod and move toward the passenger side of the car and get in. Matt just smiles and waves. "You girls don't get into to much trouble!" He says in which Karen laughs and says. " No promises!" You smile and wave at him and Father Paul and say. " Bye! I love you dad!" He responds with an "I love you too sweetpea." As Karen rolls up the window and drives away.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x daughter reader #father matt murdock #matt murdock angst #karen page #platonic karen page #daredevil #eventual angst #minor angst #eventual fluff #father daughter fluff #father daughter angst

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billionairebabes · 4 years ago

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Trophy Wife Aesthetics for Black Women

“Hi! What do you think are the non-negotiables of being a trophy wife? Aesthetically. For black women. I think white women have a different level up journey.”

I was asked this question in a chat but I wrote so much information that I figured I should share my response with you all as well. I’ll try to make this as concise as possible.

I’ll start by saying that aesthetically, Black women have to be more than cute. White women are considered beautiful just for being white, we don’t get that privilege, you know? However, being beautiful isn’t the end all be all. There are plenty of black trophy wives that aren’t naturally “beautiful” but they present well. Presentation is everything kind of like food. It may taste great but you may not even want to touch it if it’s presented poorly.

Here are my personal non-negotiables:

1. Keep your hair done. This doesn’t mean keep your hair in a weave or wig 24/7. You can be natural too. One of the more affluent men I dated actually preferred my natural hair over wigs. But make sure it’s well taken care of, always. Deep condition, moisturize, detangle etc. Use clips in if you need the extra volume. If you’re going to do weaves and wigs, make sure your closure is “undetectable”. Keep flyaways in order with an oil or mousse. Carry a brush and comb with everywhere to touch up every now and then but not in front of him if possible.

2. Your skin has to be pretty taken care of as well. If you’re his wife, you’re going to be waking up to him every morning. I don’t believe in waking up earlier than my man to put on light makeup and stuff. Men aren’t even worth that lol. But DO try to achieve great skin so that you still are pretty when you wake up. Doesn’t have to be perfect. Many people don’t have perfect skin. But make sure you’re washing, toning, moisturizing blah blah. I’m starting to follow the 10-step Korean skincare routine. It’s on my blog If you guys want to check it out. I’ve been investing a significant amount of time in learning what acids do what and how they can address my specific concerns. Good skin overall just makes you look wealthier too. So on “no-makeup” days, you can just do eyebrows, and lipgloss and mascara if you don’t have lash extensions and still look put together. Affluent men tend to enjoy outdoor activities, there will be times when you don’t wanna be in a full face but you can if you want to. The same goes for skin on the rest of your body as well. I shower about two times a day so I moisturize my body two times a day. To moisturize I use a mixture of oils, shea butter and regular lotion. I moisturize my hands every time I wash them too. Once or twice a week, I do a full-body exfoliation. I have a dry brush that I use and occasionally, I opt for a scrub instead.

3. Take care of your teeth - Straight white teeth against melanated skin is >>>>. Plus it makes you look prettier, more put together, and of course, wealthier. Straightening teeth is expensive but a worthy investment. If you can’t straighten now, just whiten and take good care of your teeth in the meanwhile. Brush twice daily, floss daily, and whiten throughout the week.

4. Keep your nails done. Can’t be too long or else we’re considered “ghetto” I usually go about medium length but a lot of blogs will suggest short. My man loved my medium length nails lol. I usually go for softer colors like baby pink, sometimes white. If I’m not able to go to the salon, I clean and file my nails down to an even length and paint them with a clear polish. It’s hard to make a mess of clear polish and my nails still look nice and shiny. I pop collagen pills to improve their strength because I naturally have weaker nails that break pretty easily.

5. Wardrobe. Try to build a timeless wardrobe with a lot of basics you can build on and mix and match. For example, blazers are a staple for me. I wear them with jeans but I can mix them with trousers too. Then I have hella basic bodysuits I can wear with either combo. An easy trick for me is to buy a ton of neutrals. I’m not a big color person so it’s easy for me to shop this way. However, do not let my preferences deter you. Black women own color, if this is your style, go for it full throttle but be tasteful. I usually go more colorful on vacations. There are tons of articles out there on how to build a good wardrobe though.

6. Stay in shape - I won’t say there’s a specific body type you need to have but take care of your body. I’m still working on working out consistently but because of skinny privilege I’ve been able to lack in that department and still be perceived as “fit”. Currently, I try to do flexibility stretching and exercise on Monday, Wednesday & Fridays. Stretch on weekends. If you get cosmetic surgery like a BBL, breast job etc. make sure it’s fitting for your frame.

7. Lastly, this doesn’t apply to aesthetics but I feel as though black women have to DO SOMETHING to be snatched up as trophy wives. We don’t get pulled into that position just for being pretty as often as white woman do. For example, Alexis O. Of Reddit wifed Serena Williams who is the best tennis player in the world. Not some random girl he thought was cute. Prince Harry wifed Megan Markle who was not only a successful actress but also had an outstanding educational background to match. Janet Jackson married billionaire businessman, Wissam Al Mana. Now of course, many of us aren’t that successful yet but hopefully you get the point. Men in positions of higher status want to know that you can fit into his lifestyle and don’t have beans for brains. Having something going for yourself also gives him something to invest in. Men like to feel needed or helpful but not used.

Additionally, owning a business or working in corporate greater increases your chances of mingling with men in positions to make you a trophy wife. There’s a reason why college sugar babies are so successful but for women past that stage, have a career, have a small business. Do SOMETHING. It also creates a safety net for you as well. Men can be unpredictable and can do horrible things. I read an article once about a man who hid his entire fortune in offshore shell companies when him and his wife were divorcing so that she wouldn’t be able to get anything. It took her lawyer literal years to untangle that web of shell accounts he spun. Running your own business or even having a solid set of skills saves you in the event of the worst of the worst. Your life shouldn’t crumble to pieces if this man decides to divorce you. Same goes for even being the spoiled girlfriend of a wealthy man. Having a wealthy boyfriend or husband is one thing, knowing how to use him as a resource is another. Girls who truly win at this game walk away from these relationships with more than a few handbags and a baby.

Good Luck Ladies! 🥂

#black spoiled girlfriend #Black trophy wife #hypergamy #aesthetics #wardrobe #shopping #BB Original

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wallezhang · 3 years ago

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Some simple but little-known makeup tips

1. Most beauty bloggers don't want to admit that 90% of skincare comes from exercise + diet + getting up early and going to bed early, and 10% comes from skincare products. Where do those 35-plus beauties come from? You only see her buying bottles and tinkering, but you don't see her ten years of restraint and self-discipline.

2. Less soap-based cleansing, less use of cleansing machine cleansing brush, do not rub the face with towels, more amino cleansing, and more clean face towel or makeup cotton.

3. Moisturize before sunscreen.

4 .After applying sunscreen, wait ten minutes, and then apply makeup after forming a film.

5. Do not apply facial mask before makeup, otherwise pores open cuticle fragile, easy to rotten your face.

6. Do not apply too much force to eyelash (if you need wholesale mink lashes

Please contact with OURLASH) before makeup. Eyelashes at 90° Angle are not good-looking.

7. It’s easy to stuck powder under the eyes, add HABA sharane oil or similar products to moisturize the foundation

8. Use a small amount but many times, to grasp the degree when makeup.

9. Remember to use eye cream every day.

10. Half dry beauty eggs are best to use

11. Nose easy to take off makeup oil, put the eye base on the nose and then flapping - layer of powder and makeup, it will be very difficult to take off makeup.

12. Primer is easy to use and can adjust skin texture.

13. After foundation, apply some lipstick on the powder puff and gently press it on both cheeks. After setting makeup, apply powder blush, which is more difficult to take off makeup than only applying powder blush.

14. Use eyebrows color lighter than hair 2 colors are more natural

15. You can give your parents a call instead of search online when you apply the mask. They will be happy to receive your call at any time.

16. Wait until concealer air a bit dry and then besmear foundation again, can be together with powdery bottom paste otherwise, of course do not have the effect of concealer

17. Matte lipstick is applied to the lips naturally for a nude look

18. If your hair very oil and it’s too late/too lazy to wash, you can use spread powder in the hair root, greasy feeling immediately disappear. Of all the bad adjectives, "greasy" kills the most.

19. Do not use bright glitter in the middle of swollen eyelids, it will be more swollen

20. Add a shimmery white eye shadow to your lower lash line for a sparkling look (or even a small rhinestone).

21. Eye shadow, blush, lipstick with the same color is conservative and won't go wrong painting method, and colors need to be harmony.

22. A reddish-brown eyeliner will look softer and more natural than black. Use more inner liner.

23. Use a segmented eyelash curler, using mascara up and down, and brush by segments, and using false eyelashes when necessary, eyelashes are also good choices.

24. Pinch mascara a second time after it dries to set it well.

25. If you don't want a look that's out of date, skip the unibrow (and don't use eyebrow cards!).

26. Cosmetics have an expiration date, so don't throw away expired makeup just to save money. Your stomach will protest when you eat bad food, and your skin will protest when you always use expired makeup. Of course, the most important thing is, don't buy too much just because it's cheap.

27. Wear makeup not to cover up your low self-esteem, but to please yourself. Don't paint when you don't want to, give your skin a day off

28. Eating well, sleeping well and laughing can solve more than half of your skin and life problems.

29. In spring, summer, autumn and winter sunny days, UVA almost unchanged, do not want to grow old, do sunscreen carefully. Hard sun protection (such as wearing sunscreen clothing, using an umbrella) > chemical sun protection-sunscreen.

30. Anti-sugar, which is becoming more popular, really plays a big role in good skin，Check out Our Lash’s previous article for details of the process if you want to grow younger.

#makeup tips #make up tips #our lash #lashes #eyelash #eyelash extensions

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gildedmuse · 3 years ago

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Hey hey, you and your amazing writing skills :3

Hope you're doing good?

What do you think about Law and Zoro becoming parents? Adoption, Ivankov... Don't know. But I think Law would be a total mother henn and Zoro also caring but not so strictly as Law.

Keep up your writing, I love these AUs and they beautify my day!

Ahh, you're far too nice.

I've written up/rped/plotted out a few different "ZoLaw but with kids" scenarios (by the way, people that Discord me or DM me will occasionally just get plots thrown at them and sucked into huge ideas or roleplays and that is not my fault.... They talked to me first okay? I am innocent in all of this). Because both of them are these strong, stubborn, serious faced boys who love fluffy things and are actually total geeks (Law for manga and ninjas, Zoro for historical swords). And we've seen how Zoro will act all aloof or grumpy but also allows any child or fluffy thing to immediately attach to him and will then protect said child or fluff ball with his life.

In other words, this au just makes sense.

I Might Love Your Dad

[I didn't plan for this to turn into a goddamn half fic, bit it did, so now it gets a title]

I tend to assume Law is a really busy dad - either he is the head surgeon at a busy hospital or he is working on a revenge plan against an evil, angel killing shichibukai or he has four yonko to defeat, the point is he has somethings on his plate - and maybe he misses a few years of Chopper/Tetsuya growing up, not be sure he doesn't care it's just that Law can get a bit.... Focused.

Zoro tends to be the more day to day caregiver. Sure, when Law sees how relaxed he is about certain things like letting the kids play with swords or the foods they eat he freaks the fuck out because Zoro-ya! They are children! You can't just let them do as they please! But Zoro is also the dad who is there watching over them every night. He's the dad that acts put off about having to do some stupid activity like making Chopper a reindeer costume for his school's Christmas recital but damn if he doesn't slice the pattern out in just a few swings of his sword (then asks Nico Robin for help on actually sewing it together.... Also, great, now Chopper is going to be wearing this thing 24/7. You know how obsessed he is with that stupid Tony The Blue Nosed Reindeer movie.

(Robin does know and she thinks it's adorable. She even paints his nose blue instead of black right before the show. Chopper is so delighted he forgets his lines and calls the audience a bunch of idiots for thinking he is cute.)

Not that Chopper wants to be cute. He's a big boy now and he isn't cute, and also ut doesn't bother him that Otousan didn't show - !!! Otousan! Look, look at the costume Chichi-Ue made him!

And Law, still in his doctor's coat, just glares at all the people who dare to send him dirty looks, either for coming in so late or for his son ruining the whole production. As if their children where acting prodigies whose performances were applause worthy. Please, the pink haired reindeer is shoving a muffin in her face and spitting crumbs all over while reading her lines while that Carrot girl keeps almost getting off the stage to go towards Wanda and Pedro - names Law only knows because the "Christmas Angel" hopped off the stage and is reading her lines from their laps while repeatedly commenting on how much for this is, right Wanda-haha and Pedro-chichi!? - and let's not even talk about the fit Dracule Perona is throwing because everyone is ruining her "cute" moment. As if Chopper is ruining anything just because he forgot a few lines, it's not like their teacher is some brilliant writer whose work is worth respect and study. It's nonsensical tripe for the kids to say on stage, that's all.

Plus, look how his son's eyes light up when he sees Law trying to sneak his way in without interrupting the whole thing. Ha, his little reindeer tail even wags he is so excited! That's worth so much more than this cheap, poorly written waste of a show just meant to give the kids something to do while their teacher recovers for her holiday party hang over. Chopper gets so excited he accidently shouts out, "Otousan!" And all eyes go to Law, and you might think he would be embarrassed or at least contrite, but in truth he loves that moment when Chopper calls for his dad and all eyes go to Law. His son is adorable with his big brown eyes and that puff ball of light brown hair, a face so round that people on the street want to just stop and pinch his cheeks even with Law glowering at them and making sure they don't. He looks absolutely nothing like Law and so everyone assumes they aren't related. At best, he will get someone giving him a look they probably think is very kind and telling him how they are simply in awe of anyone who chooses to adopt.

That may be worse than all the times someone praises him for letting his friends have the night off - parents have it so rough, you know, and it's so great to see a mature single man who understands that - because it reminds him of all the times Corazon use to have to correct and insist and argue and get out papers showing that, yes, he is Law's rather and what does it matter that they look nothing alike! That's to be expected, seeing as they have entirely different genes! That doesn't mean Corazon isn't his father!

It sure as hell doesn't mean that Chopper isn't his son! So Law just soaks in their annoyance and whispered disapproval. Let them talk about how rude Chopper's father is, what a terrible parent he must be to come in so late. They're right. Law should have been here on time - he would have of the damn administrator had shut up for a damn second, and they're also right that Law doesn't give one fuck how impolite they think he is for sneaking in the way he did. Big mostly they're right that he's Chopper's father. His Otousan. That's his boy up there, smiling and rambling and....

Wait? Why is his son's nose painted bright blue? Isn't he supposed to be a reindeer?

Afterwards, once Chopper and Carrot are done being completely overwhelmed by how awesome they both did, Chopper dances around Law (who has mostly been forgiven by the other parents, only thanks to the fact that he had been in such a rush he left coat and the rest of his hospital attire on. You can almost hear the faint 'ah' of understanding as the gossip makes it's rounds. A doctor and he still rushed to see his adopted/step son's performance. What an admiral man. Their approval makes Law want to leave the place in shambles.) He is much more interested in asking about how many people Law cured and what kind of illnesses he saw and did he have to make a lot of medicine? Was doing surgery scary? Chopper bets the people weren't scared though because Otousan is the best doctor EVER.

Not as good as Chopper will be one day.

Shut up, Touchan! You saying that doesn't make Chopper happy! He doesn't even like that you came to see his show! He isn't excited at all!

Then Chopper spends the next ten minutes asking of he can spend an extra day at Otousan's place, so maybe he can take Chopper to work like he did that one time! Wouldn't that be fun, Otousan?!

Law casts a nervous glance at Zoro. For years he's been sure to take weekends off so that he can spend time with Chopper, bit there had been that one incident, two years ago now, where there hadn't been any other surgeon available who could do the work needed, what with the man's sliced nearly in half across the chest. And of course Law had rushed to surgery, throwing Chopper and Bepo - their Great Pyrenees - in the back seat and hitting an irresponsible speed getting to the hospital.

As though he was about to trust any of those other surgeons with his Zoro-ya.

(No, not HIS Zoro-ya. They haven't been together since college, Zoro had only even reached out to Law because his statues as a doctor looked good on the adoption paperwork. Originally, the coffee had been that Law simply had to play the role for the damn social worker, but after that he wouldn't have to have any part in raising the kid. It was stupid, but Zoro had been going around to hospitals doing these kendo demonstrations for kids and he met this one that just.... Well, he knows it's been a few years but it's not like they broke up on bad terms. They're still friends, or allies at least, so he thought he might as well ask Law. He could go to Hawkeye, of course, but he thought the agency might think it was question how him and Mihawk-)

(Law had agreed almost immediately. Like before he had even had time to think about it. He's usually so careful about thinking things through and making plans, but just like when they were together, all his forethought and preparation got smashed to pieces the moment Zoro enters the room. The worst part is how Law doesn't even mind. He grumbles about it, he makes a few snarky comments under his breath, and then he would precede to let oro slice his way through whatever arrangements Law had so meticulously set up.)

It would turn out that whatever this mysterious power of Zoro's is that sends every one of Law's methodical, diligently laid plans into dissary, Chopper appears to have inherited the same ability. Because the moment Law held the then two and a half year old in his arms all that talk about how, very well, Zoro-ya, he's willing to play along for the sake of appearances just so long as Zoro-ya truly doesn't have any expectations of Law joining him in this insane little experiment -- Oh, he smiled. He hadn't been doing when the social worker picked him up, but placed in Law's arms he smiled and... Look, look Zoro-ya, it's almost like he's trying to listen to Law's heartbeat, holding out his hand like a play stethoscope. Isn't that the cutest -- err, not that he knows what he's doing, obviously. He's just making some random gestures the way children do. Obviously. Of course.

Law had been very fortunate that Zoro is the type of guy who is so easy going, who often goes out of his way for his friends whole shrugging it off as though it was nothing. Once everything was signed and they were sure their ruse worked and Chopper was there to stay, he had been more than happy to offer Law weekend custody as well as open visitation. Law had almost been an idiot and tried to talk Zoro-ya into driving a harder deal. Chopper is his son after all, he shouldn't be so casual about sharing his time!

"What's the big deal, Torao? I mean, it's not like I'm going to go e him away to just anyone. He's my family and nothing will change that. Why's it so bad if he's your family, too? That's what you want, isn't it?

Which is how Law ended up spending his earlier years as a surgeon also learning how to be a father on the weekends. He read about it plenty and out together lists and planners. And then he ended up calling Corazon who took mercy and came over to help (he would claim it was to help Law, but Law is absolutely sure that if he let him, Corazon would run off with Chopper and keep the boy all to himself. Probably spoil him rotten, too. It's not like Law can't see the sweet practically spilling out of his father's pockets, or is mystified by how every time he visits Chopper ends up with sticky hand and the puffed out cheeks of a squirrel hiding it's treasures.) Eventually, he got competent enough that he didn't call Corazon in a panic less than three hours into his Saturday. Not that it stopped Corazon from randomly stopping by every now and then.

Of course, he'd been nowhere to find that one particular weekend, so into the car and down to the hospital Law went, taking him unthinkingly into the room to see Zoro which, fuck, if he knew the state the man had been in he definitely would have left Chopper sitting out in the hall, he just wanted to see Zoro-ya for himself and also didn't know what to do but keep holding onto Chopper with all his strength.

"Torao, stop being so nervous. You look worse than me, and I just had my chest sliced open."

"Zoro-ya, try to take this seriously!"

"Otouchan? Otouchan, don't be sad. Chichi-Ue's gonna be okay. You're the bestest doctor ever and you came just to make him better! Chichi-Ue knows you'll make him all better again."

"Hee, smart kid. He must get that from me, eh, Torao?"

Law had been annoyed and touched and furious and worried, which is not a good state for someone to be in before doing surgery. So while they got Zoro ready he sat with Chopper and they went through his Kid Veterinarian Facts book while he laid back against Bepo, stroking the dog's thick white fur, which somehow always calmed Law down. So by the time he is called to get ready he feels steady and balanced.

While Zoro recovered in the hospital - something that practically involved his friend Franky coming over and sitting on him to get him to stay, Law had Chopper. So he brought him along to the hospital, thinking he could keep Zoro company. He had been much more excited about the prospective of dressing up in his little doctor's costume and following Law from room to room. Even when Law had taken him to see Zoro-ya, Chopper insisted on playing doctor and "taking Chichi-Ue's vibals", scribbling random numbers onto a piece of paper.

Law is still rather sure it had all been terrible parenting on his part, and he's pretty certain that sooner or later Zoro-ya will realize that he only found it so endearing because of the major blood loss, and take Law to task for allowing their son to wonder around a hospital watching as Law explained simple amputation procedures and look at graphic images of people's kidneys.

"You know I'll see you this weekend, Cho-ya," Law ensures his son instead, hoping to avoid a straight up rejection.

"Actually, it would be great if you'd take him tonight." Law can't help but feel this is a trap. Not that Zoro hasn't been very understanding in the past, when Law finds himself with a day off and wants to have an extra day with Chopper, bit something about the offer feels.... Off. "It's Franky and Robin's anniversary, and Nami charges by the second. I can't afford the two months rent just to send him there for a night."

That all makes sense, Zoro-ya needs a babysitter and, well, it isn't like Law would - Wait. "Didn't the season end two weeks ago?" Zoro is still recovering from nearly being chopped in half, but still insisted on competing. He had done pretty well, too, although not nearly as good as he had wanted. He'd only placed fourth international, and in his mind seeing as it's been nearly two years since he was sliced up (and two months since he lost the eye) this was a total failure.

Law had been rather impressed, though. Impressed and annoyed because, really, Zoro-ya, it's like he wants to stress his body out instead of allowing it time to heal.

"Oh, yeah, I just have a date," Zoro tells him like it's no big deal. Which it isn't. They haven't been together since college and that small period they faked being in a relationship so the adoption agency would approve their application. It's really not a big deal. Law has dated plenty and Zoro probably has, too, just Robin has always been available so there hadn't been a reason to-

"I have a shift tonight," Law bluets out, ignoring the happy dance Chipper does be side he might get to play doctor with his Otousan. "Its in the ER. High stress, very.... Gory. I don't think they'd even allow me to take him."

The staff would fucking love if he showed up with his adorable, excited son who wanted to be just like his genius doctor daddy, but the words just spill out before Law can stop them. What is he even thinking!?

"I'm sorry... If I had known..... I hate that you have to cancel your date."

Okay, that's what he was thinking.

#this turned into a fic half way through #there was more #Mihawk is his date #Law is not impressed #Chopper eats so much candy he gets sick and Zoro and Law rush to Mihawk's place #(Shanks and Benn are watching the two kids so that - in Shanks words - Miha can finally get him some of that sweet ass)#Chopper curls up against Law's chest and won't let go #Forcing Law to stay at Zoro's for the night #he's a smart kid #don't worry Corazon picks up Bepo and drops him off #That ask did not go where I expected #ask and you shall receive #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #tony tony chopper #donquixote corazon #ZoLaw #zoro x law #one piece modern au #one piece fanfiction #Chopper is their son now #Law has family emotions #Law is so in love with Chopper's dad #amusing musings #the zolaw au nobody asked for #one piece au

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northlight14 · 3 years ago

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Another secret to keep

Description: Janus gets back home from a pride event. Now he has to deal with his homophobic dad.

Tw: being dead named, alcohol, cursing, homophobia

Ships: platonic or QPR dukeceit

Genre: human au

Alt prompt 2: rainbow (prompt by @pridewrite2021)

(Janus’ pronouns are he/she/they in this)

Janus examined their face in their phone camera for one last time, doing their best to ensure that no face paint had managed to escape them scrubbing their cheek furiously on the way back. Finally satisfied, they entered their house.

“Damien, where the hell have you been?!” Her dad called from the other room. Janus cringed at their dead name. “I was just about to send out a search party.” He chuckled.

“Study group ran late.” Janus lied smoothly, entering the living room. His dad was sat on the couch, beer in hand. The tv was on and flashing images from the news. Janus almost went dizzy as videos of the pride parade flashed across the screen.

His dad scoffed. “God, why do they have to be showing that shit?” He said, gruffly.

Janus had learned a while ago how to not let their discomfort show and they prided themselves on being able to lie well. But damn it was it hard sometimes. The comment stung like a bullet wound but they still somehow managed a nod and a thin smile.

“You’re right, it’s not like it’s a current event and it’s their job to cover it or anything.” He said, sarcastically.

“I just don’t see why they have to shove it in our faces.” His dad said, rolling his eyes.

‘Well, I don’t love being bombarded with your sexuality 24/7 either but I seem to manage fine’ Janus didn’t say.

“I just think a man should be with a woman. That’s the way it’s always been. I mean, gay couples can’t even have kids!”

‘Neither can a lot of straight couples but I don’t see you attacking their right to exist. And gay people have existed for literal centuries but whatever.’ Janus thought.

“I mean, look at him!” His dad said, pointing to a drag queen on the screen. She wore a short blue skirt with a sequin trail attached to the back and a crop top to match. Her hair was curly and done up big, dyed in blues and purples with a feather headdress which she wore like a crown. Her makeup was bold, with sparkling eyeshadow reaching up to her eyebrows and long eyelashes perfectly curled. The drag queens cheekbones were sharp, contour done perfectly. Her lipstick was a beautiful purple that glistened and made her lips look fuller than they likely were without it. She strutted down the street in her heels, radiating pure confidence.

“Any man going out like that should be ashamed of himself.” Janus’ dad spat. Ok, that one really hurt.

“If you don’t mind dad, I’m a little tired. I’m just gonna head to my room.” Janus said.

Janus did his best not to run up the stairs. It was already risky leaving in the middle of that type of conversation. Hurrying out the room wouldn’t help his case.

Janus then entered his room, locked his door and flopped onto his bed, the soft black and yellow duvet bringing the smallest of comforts to him as his dads words wrung in his head like some kind of annoying school bell.

“It’s just until I can move out” he told himself. “Then I never have to speak to the bastard again and I can move on with my life.”

She then felt her phone buzz from her hoodie pocked. She looked to see it was Remus. Opening it, she couldn’t help but smile.

It was a picture they’d taken from earlier that day. Remus was wearing his black denim jacket wearing his asexual and aromantic pride badges. Underneath he wore a green and black shirt which read ‘sounds gay, I’m in.’ He was also wearing a black choker that Janus had given him for his birthday. Remus had done his makeup slightly differently too, making his eyeshadow the full rainbow rather than just purple, and wearing black lipstick. It was hard to tell from the photo, but brown hair was also sparkling too from when he’d thrown an entire tub of glitter on himself. He was stood to Janus’ side, kissing his cheek (despite Janus’ many objections.)

Janus hadn’t been able to do as much for the pride parade, fearing their dad found out, but they had still let Remus paint the non binary and rainbow flags on their cheek. He’d also worn a skirt that he’d borrowed from Remus. It was simple, just a plain black skirt that went just above his knees with some lace at the bottom of it but he couldn’t help feeling so genuinely happy as he wore it. He’d been slightly disappointed when he had to give it back at the end, fearing his dad would find it. In one particularly brave moment, they’d also bought a rainbow pin which they’d stuck to their mustard hoodie.

As she took in all the pride flags in the background of the photo, her phone buzzed again.

Remus: we look sexy as hell in this photo😉

Janus couldn’t help but laugh.

Janus: don’t we always?😉

Remus: 😘

Janus looked at the rainbow pin in the photo for a moment before reached into their hoodie and pulling it out, running their thumb across the shiny surface.

They knew they wouldn’t be able to wear it out in public much. Plus, it’d have to be hidden from their dad. But it felt oddly good to have it.

‘Oh well.’ Janus thought ‘what’s another secret to keep?’

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jamaiskookie · 4 years ago

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bangtan headcanon: OT7 IN HIGH SCHOOL 📓✂️

☞ genre; fluff, crack

☞ warnings; excessively stupid

masterlist u wanna talk to highschool!bangtan?

《KIM SEOKJIN》

class clown

always manages to sneak kimbap in class, and stuffs his face despite being in the front row.

he’s alarmingly good at sneaking food into places.

cafeteria ladies love jin so much.

and every christmas he brings in his perfected sugar cookies and never shares them.

(he’s in the cooking club)

((he’s the only one in the cooking club))

will interrupt the teacher to make a bad joke.

“yes so helium is the fo- oh yes seokjin?“

“i was reading an excellent book about helium, i couldn’t put it down!! ahHAHAHHYUKHYUKAHHAHAHHA“

nobody’s?? really sure?? if he’s dating namjoon or not?? it’s the schools biggest mystery, there’s currently a betting pool going on worth about $500

likes to annoy namjoon and yoongi about holding bake sales.

is surprisingly good at planning parties?? but never hosts them?? hoseok always gets him to plan his parties and he even planned prom!!

he’s particularly proud with the theme he came up with.

‘zombie meets elegance‘

it was actually pretty nicely pulled off (much to the shock of the entire student body)

《MIN YOONGI》

student council president

takes his job very!! seriously!!

fights with the principal on funding daily.

doesn’t come to school without coffee and resting bitch face.

even the teachers are afraid of this short little emo boy.

is the only one who actually wears the school uniform properly with the little tie and jacket because that’s how you show school spirit.

definitely that closeted gay in high school who thinks nobody knows about his homosexuality when in fact, everyone knows.

(nobody has the guts to bring it up to him though)

“hyung why are you staring at jimin’s as-“

“-NO WHY GET BACK TO WORK”

actually enjoys doing morning announcements.

“make sure to check out jin’s dumb bake sale i think he’s selling brownies for some charitable reason anYWAYS time for min’s advice column!!“

min’s advice column is yoongi’s free therapy. namjoon suggested adding an advice column to the school paper so now yoongi just judges his classmates’s decisions gives subpar advice.

“i personally think you have no chance with this girl, but you’re clearly hell bent on asking her out. it’s a dumb choice. good luck.“

《JUNG HOSEOK》

fuckboy

throws obnoxious parties at his parent’s huge ass mansion.

somehow?? is?? the nicest? playboy??? evER??

will respect your girl’s boundaries but also would 300% hit on her when you’re not looking.

aftercare king wILL cuddle with you and help you clean up or whatever until jimin eventually comes in screaming.

his school id says “hobi 💦👅” ... noone knows how he managed to do it (taehyung thinks he seduced the secretary)

surprisingly good at romance even though he deTests dating

“it’s a waste of time, money, and ass.“ “- what?”

gives everyone dating advice whether they want it or nOt- he lives his *shhh very secret* romantic fantasies through his best friends.

once helped taehyung ask out his girlfriend... they’re still going strong!!

defo has daddy issues that he never talks about,, maybe if a girl finds it sexc™️ in that kind of messed-up-bad-boy-she-could-fix vibe he’ll bring it up

kinda failing science lmao he probably needs a tutor.. but will never admit he needs a tutor for sake of his pride.

most definitely has had sex in the janitor’s closet a couple times, up until yoongi caught him once, reported him to the school board and got him suspended... for a month.

(yoongi has no regrets, that was the best month of his life.)

《KIM NAMJOON》

student vice president

honestly would probably be the council president and is the most qualified for it but can’t be bothered.

plus he hates public speaking and the president has to speak at assemblies.

genuinely enjoys learning!! bUT HATES GROUP PROJECTS

because every single fucking time taehyung and jimin pester him about teaming up and he ends up doing like 75% of the work.

not because anyone forces him to or anything.

it’s because jimin and tae are such dumbasses every time they finish their work namjoon has a sudden uRGE TO REDO ALL OF IT BC THEY GOT IT WRONG.

tries to take all AP subjects.

gives up and drops half of them by the second semester.

great student but also will “no yoongi i don’t want to fucking play basketball i've been awake for thirty hours trying to finish this goddamn essay that’s due tomorrow. wHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY DIDN’T I DO IT EARLIER I WAS BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY BONSAI TREES.“

started the school paper!! it’s called “persona post”

writes about actual relevant things like political events and global problems, but everyone else just writes about school gossip *sigh*

although that one column examining hobi’s sex and dating life was a pretty fun piece of writing to read through.

he sits in the back of the classroom and never raises his hand even though he knows the answer like 95% of the time.

definitely has a crush on seokjin

《PARK JIMIN》

the one everyone has a crush on

and when i say everyone i mean everyone, even hoseok has had a crisis over park jimin.

(jungkook is definitely president of his fan club) ((in case it wasn’t clear, he’s dating jungkook))

school’s golden boy, basically gets away with everything with a bat of an eye... and the most infuriating thing is he doesn’t even realise it.

“omg jimin!! you’re so cute!! this shirt looks sO good on you, can i touCH?” “omg thank you i didn’t think it fit well because it’s my boyfriends but that’s so sweet!!” “boy... hm?”

mom friend: sweetest bitch alive and is always worrying about his friends but everyone knows he’s secretly really fucking kinky.

(again, jungkook has no comment)

the kind of person who celebrates christmas in june.

literally- he starts putting decorations in his locker and around the school mid june. by november, he’s wearing reindeer ears to school.

*lowkey kind of a nerd* genuinely enjoys studying with namjoon.

“well, studying with anybody else is just too stressful!! plus, namjoon’s so chill. he doesn’t look like it but he actually is super sweet and nice!!!“

“... please take those reindeer ears off, it’s embarrassing.“

half of the school would probably cut off an arm to sleep with him. seriously, he gets offers like everYDAY it’s kinda getting tiRING

is considering starting a youtube channel where he just takes videos of all the dogs and babies he meets throughout the day.

“idk i think vlogging would be fun“

《KIM TAEHYUNG》

art hoe

nEVER FUCKING STUDIES OR PAYS ATTENTION BUT GETS DECENT GRADES.

the definition of bisexual mess, WILL trip when he sees hot people.

exclusively wears wired gold glasses and soft neutral sweaters to school. if it’s a good day he’ll wear a beanie. on special occasions he’ll maybe throw in some fUN loafers.

dyes his hair to match ~the vibes~ of that season. the most recent wild hair colour is cool toned teal.

jungkook said he looks like leprechaun shit, but tae really likes it.

tried to go vegan countless times, failed each and every one when he passed by a mc donalds.

carries his sketchbook wherever he goes. he has that thing around 24/7, 100% would not be surprised if he slept with it under his pillow.

really quiet until he has a point to make;; like that time where he launched into a three hour screaming lecture on how phineas and ferb is an animated masterpiece.

drinks tea purely for the aesthetic of it.

goes to hipster coffee shops to pretend to study... ends up watching barbie movies and critiquing them on the writing blog that he thinks nobody knows about.

watches anime in class (he recently rewatched all of ATLA for the third time,, failed his econ class but worth it!!1!!1)

《JEON JUNGKOOK》

preppy jock

once again, everyone is attracted to him, but he’s so whipped for jimin everyone’s crush fades away once they talk to him because-

“oh it’s so cool that you have a dog!! you know, i think jimin kind of looks like a pomeranian sometimes it’s sO CUTE- hm? oh jimin’s my boyfriend.“

... it’s disgustingly adorable.

plays almost every sport and is somehow always the team captain. not out of obligation or with leadership skills or anything, everyone else just votes for him.

mess with his friends and he’ll put a stink bomb in your locker.

his nickname is “golden baby” because he’s good at everything, teachers love him so much.

grades? sTELLAR. sports? he’s done them ALL. creativity? pAINTED THE SCHOOL MURAL. service? volunteers at a pet shelter whenever he can (the bunnies love him for some reason)

everyone either is

a) in love w him, wants to fuck

b) jealous of him but is also secretly gay for him

pretends to not know how talented and cool he is and plays it off super cool

proceeds to fail, the only thing he’s bad at is humble bragging.

“wow omg lol i got a 100 on my bio test and yesterday i got a hole in one in golf, my first time playing it but it’s chill i guess hahhah day in my life amirite.“

**this headcanon is the start of the bangtan school series, stay tuned**

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rakimaiirisa · 3 years ago

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The jungle of the inn keepers door bell caught Thoralds attention and he looked up from his mead hopefully. A woman stood in the doorway, an unsure look on her face as she peered into the dimly lit inn. Remembering the description his employer gave, Thorald jumped to his feet and hurried to her, extending a hand in welcome. "Are you Arisa Bear-Tooth?" He asked and the woman nodded. "In the flesh" she said cheerfully.

He led her to the table he had occupied earlier and called for the serving girl to bring him two tankards of hunningbrew mead. Taking a deep swig of her drink, Arisa sighed happily.

"It's been awhile since I had some good mead. But let's get to business..Why did you want to interview me?" She asked.

Thorald nodded, "You're the dragonborn, the one the Greybeards called for, m’lady. The people of Skyrim want to know more about you and my employer, The Black Horse courier,wants to be the one to tell your story. Please allow me to be the one to tell it"

Arisa looked down at her tankard for a moment then took a deep breath. " Alright. But if your expecting tales of daring adventure, you're going to be disappointed.."

He shook his head, "I just want your take on things, m’lady, Nothing more. " She smiled at him and he noticed the amusement in her eyes. "You can call me Arisa, m’lady is so formal." she said. He nodded slowly. "Ok then.. Arisa, let's get started." He pulled out a leather bound journal and pheasant quill out of his bag. Placing them on the table, he readied himself to write.

1. What is your full name?

"Arisa laenhal Bear-Tooth."

2. "Do you know why you named that?"

"My father and mother fell in love with the name. Had I been a boy, my father wouldve given me a Nordic name, since I tend to look like my mothers race more. (Noting his confusion, she shrugged.) I am half nord/half mer. I look like my mother more then my father, Tho there are some traits he passed along.(she pulled back her hair and Thorald noticed her pointed ears from her mer ancestry) . My middle name is in honor of my bosmer grandmother. I've never met her tho. She passed before my birth. As for my surname, myfather insisted that I take my mothers. He said he didn't want me to suffer the prejudice he faced, especially when dealing with my mothers people."

3. "Are you single or taken?"

Looking down at her mead, she sighed. "Single and I'm only interested in one person. And I don't want discuss who it is."

The jingle of the door bell made them look up. A tall lean dark haired nord with messy circular black war paint around his eyes stood in the doorway. He glanced at them then walked to the bar, the innkeeper Hulda, greeting him fondly. Thorald recognized him, one of the companion's from Jorvaskkr. As he turned back to Arisa, he noted the wistful look on her face. Could this be the person she was talking about earlier? Maybe this could be in a future story! He mentally rejoiced at the thought.

4. "Have any powers or abilities?"

"Since I'm the dragonborn, I can shout like the dragons, without needing training to use the Thuum . I'm very good with destruction and conjuration spells. And according to Eyorland Grey-mane, I'm not bad at working the forge.

5. (Taking a chance)."Stop being a Mary sue. Give me the details, Arisa. "

"You might want to not ask me in that tone or consider the interview over." He apologized, noting the hard look in her eyes and inwardly cringing. Don't blow this,you idiot! You might never get another chance to ask her anything again. he thought.

6.,"whats your eye color?"

" blue."

7. "Hair color? "

"Dark brown."

8. "Have any family members? "

"My father, Rilgor NightSky and my mother, Elena Bear-Tooth. I am a only child.

9." Oh, how bout pets?"

"I have my horse, Stepper. He's a good horse, very reliable and runs like the wind when I need him too."

10. Moving on to something different, Are there things you don't like?"

Laughing , she said " Spiders and Draugr overlords. Been poisoned and blown off my feet too many times to count."

11. "Do you have any activities or hobbies you like to do?"

"Tinkering with the dwemer automatons I find, I also like to try to create new spells. My attempts have been a hit or miss so far."

12." Have you hurt anyone on purpose before? "

"I've tried not to."

13. "Ever…killed anyone before? "

Not if they didn't deserve it.

14. "What kind of animal are you? "

(She grinned and Thorald noticed that her canines seemed a bit longer then normal.) "What do you think?" . "How bout we skip that question?" He said hastily. He didn't want to know.

15. " Name your bad habits?"

(She shrugged.) Procrastinating is one thing I can think of. And blowing my money on things I enjoy. That wouldnt be a problem but I tend to overspend and then I find myself broke until the next job comes along..

16. "Do you look up to anyone at all?"

I have great respect for my shield brothers and sisters of Jorvaskkr. I have learned a lot from them.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

I enjoy men and women.

18. Do you go to school?

I study with Vignar Grey-mane and Vilkas. They are teaching me the history of tamriel. Vilkas is also trying to teach me how to handle the transactions for the guild. (She frowns slightly) That's not going so well to be honest.

19. "Do you ever want to be married and have children?"

"I don't know...I would like to get married but children? I'm hardly ever home so I'm not sure. I guess it just depends.

20. "Do you have any fanboys or girls? "

I'm not sure.

21. What are you most afraid of?

Hmmm.. I guess letting life pass me by.... And losing people who are precious to me.

22. "What do you usually wear?

Depends on the weather, but I prefer light clothing and armor.

23.whats one food that tempts you?

Snowberry Crostata. Tilma makes the best but Huldas isn't that bad either.

24. "Am I annoying to you? "

(Shrugs) I've dealt with worse.

25. "Well, it's not over.! "

(Another shrug) it's fine.

26.what class are you(low/middle/high?"

When I was with my parents, I was, considered middle. Living in whiterun.. I guess you could say im still middle. I own breezehome and im still able to provide for myself.

27.

"How many friends do you have? "

Im friendly with the whiterun citizens and I can count on my shield brothers and sisters to back me up so quite a few.

28.

"What are your thoughts on pie? "

The only pie sold in whiterun is apple and I am just not a fan of it. Sometimes Hulda will give me one for helping her cut firewood bithe I just give it to Farkas or Vilkas when I see them.

30.

"Favorite drink?"

It's some brew Farkas made. He's calls it the sabrecat stunner. It's really strong but man, so good.

31.

"Whats your favorite place?"

Hmmm.. I have to say Jorvaskkr. It's noisy but there's something comforting about it. Plus, Tilma is a great cook!

#skyrim #arisa #oc asks #oc prompts #been in my drafts forever

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actionnerdgamerlove · 3 years ago

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Do You Want Me Now - Chapter 19: WHO’S Your Aunt? Part 1

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Summary: Geralt gets an invitation to an engagement party that turns out to be a little more of a ‘to-do’ than the invitation suggested.

Geralt was staring at his smartphone with a sterner look than he usually had when Jaskier found him in the living room. She’d just gotten home from school and was coming downstairs from getting changed out of her ‘school clothes’.

“What’s with that face, handsome?”

Larkin loved how Geralt’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink when she called him that. (Jask had previously asked if it bothered him, and he told her it did not.)

“I got invited to an engagement party,” Geralt said, sounding bewildered.

“Oh, how exciting! Who’s getting married?”

“A Marine buddy.”

Jaskier looked up at her Wolf, noticing his less than enthused expression.

“You don’t seem excited.”

“Don’t like parties.”

“Oh, not even for something like this?” Larkin asked, sounding surprised. Engagement parties were happy things! Yay for love! For other people!

Geralt just stared at her, stone-faced.

“Oh. Well. I see.” Jaskier was kind of at a loss of where to go with this; engagement parties were an excuse to get dressed up and eat good food and celebrate your friends.

All of which were things Geralt hated (except for the good food part).

“I…guess I’ll just leave you to it, then,” Jaskier said, uncertainly. If it were any other time, she’d automatically ask ‘you need a date?’ or ‘want some company’, but Jask didn’t really feel like that was appropriate now.

She saw Geralt cut his eyes up to her, quickly, and he made a face Jaskier couldn’t quite parse.

“What…what do I do?” he asked, looking up at her, from his seat on the couch.

Larkin didn’t quite understand the question. She also didn’t quite understand why he was looking at an invitation to an engagement party on his smartphone, but people were people, and did strange things.

“What do you mean, what do you do? Are you going to go?”

She heard Geralt heave a sigh, and took that as a sign to sit down on the couch.

“Ok. So. Let me make sure I understand. You received an invitation to an engagement party. You don’t like parties. The groom is someone you know from the Marines, and presumably are fond of. That’s all I got right now. That about right?”

“Yes.”

Larkin took a deep breath. “So are you going to go?’

“I…think I should.”

Larkin’s eyebrows shot up. That…was not what she was expecting.

“Well, what do you want to do?” She had to admit, she was awfully curious about this Marine buddy of his.

“I don’t have any idea what to do. I don’t know anything about parties like this.”

“Well, lucky for you, I have an advanced degree in these types of things. What’s the invitation say?”

Jaskier was not expecting Geralt to just hand her his phone.

It wasn’t an invitation – it was an email. It was an email asking Geralt to meet him at the Cintra Priory a week and a half from today, for an engagement party for he and his fiancée.

Jaskier was confused. Engagement parties weren’t typically held in monasteries.

This was very curious.

Jaskier didn’t think this was an invitation to an engagement party at all.

“Geralt, who’s the groom?” she asked again, desperately trying to figure this out.

“His name is Duny. Why, what’s wrong?”

Jaskier tried to be as delicate as possible with her wording. “Do you know who his bride-to-be is?”

“No, all I got was in that email. What’s going on?”

“Well, let’s say I am…very familiar with the party location, right, and let’s also say I can confirm it is not somewhere one would host an engagement party.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, on that we are agreed, however, if I had to hazard a guess, I don’t think this is going to be an engagement party at all.”

“Well?” Geralt asked, getting impatient.

“I think this may be for an actual wedding, and he may want you as a witness. Invitations for functions like this are usually sent months in advance. This short of notice – something’s going on.”

“And you can tell all that just based on this one email?”

“Remember, I didn’t exactly have what one would call a ‘normal’ upbringing.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I spent a lot of time in Cintra as a child. I am…very familiar with the Cintran Priory.”

“Why?”

“It was a really good hiding spot, and the nuns were very nice.” Jaskier noticed Geralt was looking at her oddly. “Would you like me to come with you? Couldn’t hurt, since I have a good bit of inside knowledge.”

“Sure.”

Oh. Well. Huh. Boy howdy, she wasn’t expecting that at all.

Looked like she was going to be a plus-one at a not-engagement-possibly-wedding-party the weekend after next.

*****

T-minus 7 days until the party

“Lark, what are you going to wear?” Larkin heard Geralt call from his room.

“What, today?” she called back from the kitchen. It was the Saturday before the party. She had a gig that night, but nothing else going on that day.

“No,” Geralt said as he walked into the kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing soft pants. Larkin’s favorite. “Next weekend.”

“A dress,” she said offhandedly. She was waiting for toast to pop out of the toaster.

“What…should I wear?” Geralt asked, sounding uncomfortable.

Jaskier thought about it. A dress was a safe bet, but she had a relatively good idea what they were walking into. Could never go wrong with a dress. But for Geralt…now, that could be tricky.

If it were your normal, every day engagement party…chinos and a button-down? For a wedding masquerading as an engagement party? A suit seemed a little…much. She wouldn’t make Geralt wear a tie unless she knew for sure what the dress code was. Chinos and a button down it was.

“Khakis and a button-down.” Jaskier tried to sound confident.

She wasn’t that confident. She kind of felt Geralt was walking into a shooting gallery without any warning.

“I mean no offense when I ask this, but I’ve seen your normal daily attire – do you have khakis? Or dress pants of some variety?” Jaskier asked, wincing, expecting to be scolded.

“Yes, Lark,” Geralt replied, and she could hear him rolling his eyes.

*****

T-minus 5 days until the party

“We’re expected to bring some kind of…present, correct?” Geralt asked Monday morning, before he went to work.

“In most cases, yes,” Jaskier said as she finished packing Geralt’s lunch for the day. She’d started putting in notes, to make him smile. Today’s note said “Your favorite lunch for my favorite human,” with a heart and J as the signature. It was leftover enchiladas, Geralt’s absolute favorite.

“Any suggestions?” Geralt asked, sounding defeated.

“Actually, yes. Do you have any non-erotic paintings, you don’t have a use for? If you do, that would be perfect. I’d even say let’s get it framed. I can do that, if you like,”

“Oh. That’s…a good idea. I do, actually. I’ll go grab it from the basement for you.”

Geralt brought up a canvas that Jaskier had never seen before; if she hadn’t known he was going to use it as a present, she would have gladly taken it. It was gorgeous. It was a purple abstract, with many shades of purple throughout.

“Oh, Geralt, that’s beautiful! This will be so lovely!” Jaskier cried. She noticed Geralt blushing at the praise.

That afternoon she dropped it off for framing at a local art shop. The owner suggested a black wood finish, and Jaskier agreed. It would be ready Friday afternoon.

*****

T-minus 24 hours until the party

“What time would you like to get going, tomorrow?” Jaskier asked Geralt Friday evening, while they were eating pizza on the couch.

She watched Geralt make a face, throwing himself back on the couch, as dramatically as Geralt did anything. He puffed out a breath.

“Geralt. We can still cancel. Believe me, I have many appropriately worded ways we can politely bow out.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just – Cintra’s quite a drive. Are you sure you want to come with me?”

“Yes, I’m sure, goofy. I am not making you do this by yourself, Geralt, not when I can most likely help you! I’d be a shitty friend if I let you walk into this by yourself.” She paused. “I know exactly how far away Cintra is, handsome. I’d bet you good money I know it quite a sight better than you do,”

“Oh, really,” came his teasing reply.

“Indeed. So. What time to you want to get going? If we leave earlier, I can show you some places I know you might like. Or, if you’d like to get in and out as quickly as possible, that’s cool, too.” Jaskier paused. “May I make a suggestion? In the event we stay longer than anticipated, maybe pack a bag, so we can find somewhere to crash for the night?”

She heard Geralt hum, which was as much of an answer as she figured she was likely to get.

*****

The Day Of: Party Time?

Jaskier was up earlier than Geralt the day of the party; she had a *few* more things she needed to get done than the man who simply WOKE UP looking like a polished marble statue.

She also wanted to let her Wolf sleep as much as he could; she knew he was dreading this.

Larkin was not dreading this; she LOVED Cintra. If she were by herself, she’d have made arrangements to stop by the castle to say some hellos and get some sorely needed hugs, but she DID NOT want to drag Geralt into any of that without warning.

So, instead, she made coffee and took a shower, taking all of her ‘getting ready’ supplies downstairs to the half bath to get ready, so she wouldn’t wake Geralt up. She put her hair up in curlers to set, and did her makeup. She was glad the dress she’d chosen was relatively wrinkle resistant, because they’d be in the car for a while. She hadn’t gotten dressed yet, because why subject herself to that torture before she absolutely had to. Hanging up in her closet was an emerald green, knee length, long sleeved wrap dress that she was going to pair with tall black boots. Geralt had asked for her approval of his outfit; a pair of dark grey dress pants, with a lighter grey button-down shirt.

Jaskier had thought he looked fucking amazing, but told him “That’s perfect,” with her voice only cracking once. She thought she saw the barest hint of a smile on Geralt’s face.

She busied herself with getting breakfast together (breakfast sandwiches; homemade hearty wheat bread, black-forest ham, cheddar and a fried egg for both of them), then got started on packing snacks for the road.

Jaskier wasn’t stupid. She knew one of the easiest ways to keep her Wolf happy and not grumpy was to make sure he was well fed. She’d gotten together mixings for home-made trail mix, with dark chocolate bits, various nuts, some m&ms (she couldn’t help herself, she’d be eating this, too), some raisins (Geralt was not a fan, but Jaskier was), and dried fruits. Jaskier had found out, over time, that Geralt was a fan of all kinds of dried fruits – the weirder, the better. It became a challenge; something Jaskier looked forward to – finding new and odd things to include in Geralt’s ‘scooby snacks’.

She ended up making two different batches; one with her ingredients, and one with his. They were placed in an insulated tote bag, which would go on the floor of the backseat of her car, right behind the center console with the gearshift. Jaskier had also made lemon squares (one of Geralt’s absolute favorite desserts) which had been chilling in the fridge; those too went into the ‘snack-bag’. Couple bottles of water and some unsweetened iced-tea, and the snack bag was packed. Larkin had thrown in a package of cracker-cut cheese from Cabot, and a thing of rosemary ham, in case either of them needed protein. With ice-packs lining the bottom, Larkin was sure the bag would be fine for a while, and put it in the car so it wouldn’t be forgotten.

Jaskier looked at her watch. She was kind of surprised Geralt was still sleeping, but they still had some time. She got the framed canvas and carefully placed it in her trunk, wrapping it in an old blanket so it wouldn’t come to harm.

When she walked back into the house, Geralt was padding down the stairs in his pjs. He took one look at her, hair in curlers, still in pjs herself, and told her “You look ridiculous.”

“Good morning to you, too, Mr. Crabby-patty. Coffee and breakfast are waiting for you.”

“Thanks.”

Jaskier could hear the sleep in his voice, and realized he must not have slept well.

“Hey,” Jaskier gently grabbed his arm, getting him to look at her. “You ok? We can still bail. I’ll drive, you can sleep in the car, if you want.”

She heard Geralt hum. He walked into the kitchen to get coffee, and came back to stand in the doorway. “Hm. Maybe sleep in the car. Thanks.”

Jaskier shrugged, then walked to the half bath to finish getting ready. She took out the curlers, being careful to replace them in their little box, and turned her head upside down, shaking her hair out. A couple careful sprays of hairspray later, and her normally wavy hair was now fully curled in loose curls going down her back.

She popped her head out of the half-bath. “You taking a shower?” she asked, trying to gauge time.

She heard him hum affirmatively. She estimated she had about a half hour left before they had to leave. She walked over to the kitchen island and sat next to Geralt on a barstool. She pulled out her phone, and opened her notes app, going down her checklist.

“What’s that?” Geralt asked, looking over her shoulder.

“My to-do list for today,”

“You smell good.”

Jaskier felt Geralt at her back, face close to her neck. She didn’t want to turn her head, because she was afraid she’d end up whacking him accidentally.

“Thanks,” She was positive she was blushing. “I need to go pack an overnight bag, I’ll be back in a couple minutes. There’s an extra sandwich, if you’re still hungry,”

Geralt didn’t move. He was still pressed to her back. Jaskier had to brush past him to be able to move. It was like trying to move out from under quicksand.

Geralt did not want her to go.

She finally was able to get past him, and shot him a look over her shoulder, biting her lower lip. The look on his face was…hungry.

And not for food.

*****

They finally managed to get underway; after Geralt finished eating, he showered in about thirty seconds (or so it always seemed to Jaskier) and they got their overnight bags in the car and were ready to head out.

It took about five hours to drive to Cintra. Geralt slept for most of it, which was fine. Sleeping Geralt was better than anxious or grumpy Geralt, Jaskier thought.

When they finally got there, Geralt pulled out his phone to use GPS to guide them.

“Don’t need it, big guy. I know where we’re going.” Jaskier said, simply.

Jaskier didn’t need to look to know he was giving her side-eye.

Every turn she made that disagreed with his GPS made him grunt.

“Jas – are you sure this is right; the GPS-“

“Geralt. Stop backseat navigating. Please.” She looked over at him quickly. “We’ll be there in about ten minutes, ok? It’s fine.”

Ten minutes later found them pulling into a back parking lot at the Cintra Castle Priory. Jaskier shot him a smug look when she heard his GPS say “You have arrived at your destination.”

“Huh.” Was all Geralt said. Jaskier rolled her eyes.

They were about fifteen minutes early, which was perfect as far as Jaskier was concerned. She wanted to have a look around, see what they were walking into. She unbuckled her seatbelt, and pulled her purse out of the backseat of the car.

“I brought extra Klonopin, just in case, G. I’ll put it in my pocket, tap my elbow if you need it, ok?”

Jaskier saw Geralt nod.

Jaskier was extra glad her dress had pockets, that was for sure. Klonopin and her ID were the only things she took with her. She shoved her purse under her seat and got out of the car.

Jaskier started heading to the back entrance of the Priory (the one she’d always used) when Geralt called “Jask, what are you doing? Entrance is over here.”

Jaskier stopped, took a deep breath, and turned and walked toward Geralt. This was his show, after all, regardless of how much Jaskier didn’t like it.

It wasn’t like Jaskier was expecting to be greeted by a firing squad, or anything…but. The Priory wasn’t just an ‘anyone’ location- this was technically still a part of the castle grounds. You couldn’t just…show up without an invitation. Which they did have, but something seemed…off. Jask knew whose kingdom this was. Jaskier wasn’t so much worried that they would be in trouble, but she was concerned they were about to get put in the middle of someone else getting in trouble.

Because she knew whose kingdom this was.

So, she turned to her Wolf, and as gently and calmly as possible told him “Geralt, look. In the event something happens and you are not ok with it, and want to leave, just grab my elbow and I will get us out of here no questions asked. All right?”

The calmness and authority in Jaskier’s tone made the hair on the back of Geralt’s neck stand up.

“Shall we?” Jaskier asked, opening the front door and using her hand to usher him in.

Jaskier didn’t expect anyone to be waiting for them, and she wasn’t wrong. When they reached the vestibule, it was empty. Jaskier wasn’t concerned – she knew where she was going. If she had to guess, all this would be going down in the library. It was either that, or the dining room, but with all those tables…Library it was!

She grabbed Geralt’s hand and fairly dragged him along with her; Geralt looking for all the world like a bewildered bride-groom being hoodwinked into an impromptu elopement.

Navigating the various hallways and staircases in the building came back to her as easy as breathing.

“Jas, where are we going?” Geralt asked, concerned, several times as he was led along a very convoluted path to a seemingly very specific location. How his Lark knew what the fuck she was doing here was beyond him at this point, but he’d just accepted she had more knowledge about this place than he did, and trusted her to know what to do.

And she did. They made it to the library, and Jaskier was looking back at Geralt with a ‘told you so’ look on her face so she didn’t see who was waiting for them as they entered.

“Hey, Geralt!” Duny called out to his friend.

Jaskier’s head whipped around when a very familiar, sorely missed voice called “JULIAN?”

She turned just in time to see her dear friend Pavetta with a beaming smile on her face when all hell broke loose.

#The Witcher Fic #Do You Want Me Now #Geralt of Rivia #Jaskier #Fem!Jaskier #Who's Your Aunt?

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totallypathet · 4 years ago

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Episode Seven

I am being very inconsistent with my breakdowns this season. Both with Drag Race and in general 😂

Anyway, the reading challenge! We love the reading challenge. Nearly everyone had at least 1 good roast, except for Miss Elliott. I dont know what she was trying to do, but none of it worked. On the plus side though, Gottmik was hilarious? I just wasn't expecting that from her, but I love it. Honestly though I think my favourite was Olivia Lux's "Kandy Ho...wait, I mean Kandy is a hoe" that was so funny! Rosé and Denali were also really funny, but I kind of loved everyone else's reads for Rosé, I feel like she brought out the best in people 😂

I wasn't super excited for Bossy Rossy to come back. I just think improv is *so* hard, and it's really easy to be tripped up. Having said that, I actually really enjoyed this episode. I felt like all the scenarios were just so ridiculous that actually it worked in everyone's favour.

1. Denali

Denali was so funny this week! I was not expecting physical comedy from her and Rosé, but they absolutely killed it. The outfits and the voices were properly giving me Jerry Springer, and omg PREGNANTE just killed me! They were actually genuinely funny!

And her look this week...I actually gasped when she turned the corner. It was such a beautiful look, and I really felt that like grand chandelier thing she was going for. I loved it, and I think Denali should have been top 3 this week instead of Kandy. The judges are sleeping on Denali and I don't get it. I think she's great!

2. Elliott with Two Ts

I barely even want to talk about Elliott this week. Nothing she did was funny. Nothing she did this week was enjoyable. She was bad in the sketch. The runway look was ugly and tacky. I'm bored. She wasn't even that good in the lipsync, I do not understand why she's still there.

I mean, I feel for her with her struggle with depression, that's really hard, and I know that it does isolate you from people, and I understand why she's been very detached from the rest of the cast. I feel for her, and I really hope she has a good support system around her; but her performance this week (and every other week) was still bad.

3. Gottmik

Gottmik was actually so funny this week. She really was that like soft spoken, condescending, hand gestures, "active listening" faux-psychologist; I loved it. I really bought the character, I thought she was funny, she worked really well with Olivia, and also that look? The pink suit? Amazing. Also she had so many little throwaway mime one liners that were so clever! She was kind of unfortunate in that Olivia was really the standout performer in that group, and that other groups also performed really well, because I think she was a real contender for top 3 this week.

I looooved Gottmik's runway. The big anal bead hair piece? Amazing. And the dress being all that one colour, but with the texture of the beads and the latex? Perfect. And the way she painted her face! I just loved it, it was beads in a really unconventional way, and I love that about Gottmik, she always brings her perspective. The only thing, and it is such a teeny tiny thing, is that I wish the shoes had had more of a "round" feeling? Like everything else felt like latex balls and then the shoes were just like red pumps. I wish they'd been more like those McQueen heels Gaga wore, that were really rounded? It's such a small thing though, like the look was perfect, I'm just being super picky!

4. Kandy Muse

I dont really understand why Kandy was top 3 this week. I do like that she tried something different, and I like that she was aiming for this very cold, Paris Hilton type thing, but I just don't think she went far enough with it. The sketch as a whole was funny, but for me the humour came from Symone.

The look this week though. Kandy Muse has never looked better. She looked amazing! That big hat, with the big fur stole, and the beads just dripping off everything, it was so perfect. I just loved it.

5. Lala Ri

I actually don't think Lala was that bad this week! Was she utterly hilarious in her performance? No, but improv is hard, and she gave it her absolute best. I actually thought she was pretty funny, I loved the pregnancy belly being totally the wrong skin colour, I thought the trust fall thing was a really funny idea, I dont think she did too badly! Also, there was a moment right before the trust fall where she was counting Rosé in, and she just went "one, FALL", and that was so much funnier than they gave it credit for. For me, it was a safe performance.

I also really liked her look! It immediately gave me beads, I loved the kind of carnivale presentation she gave, I enjoyed it! Okay, the body suit had a rip in it, but sometimes shit happens when you're putting on a garment okay? I forgive the rip. I do get that, okay, it's a body suit with basically a beaded bikini, I see that. But honestly, I just don't think anything Lala did this week was THAT bad. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. I just felt safe to me.

Lala didn't deserve to go this week. She was better than Elliott in the challenge, her runway look was better than Eliott's, and she beat Elliott in the lipsync. I do not understand the judging on this show. Bottom 2 should have been Utica and Elliott, and Elliott should have gone.

6. Olivia Lux

Olivia made me so happy this week. I mean, she makes me happy every week, I am fully an Olivia Stan, but oh my god. She killed it this week! She said like 3 words the whole time, but I could barely take my eyes off her! When they were talking through parts in the work room, I was ao worried about her, and I was so concerned that she'd fade into the background because she couldn't talk, but holy shit she was so funny! She had the energy, she went so over the top with her actions, I was not at all expecting that slapstick type funny from her but she delivered. Olivia's performance was absolutely my favourite this week, I was just so blown away by her.

Also, that runway look was amazing! I loved her interpretation of beads, it was so cute, and so fun, and she really embodied that kind of pre-teen joy and care-free spirit. I just loved it. It seems like she's worked a lot with Mondo Guerra on her runway looks this season, which I live, because I adore Mondo, and every week I can't wait to see what she's wearing!

7. Rosé

I was really impressed with Rosé! Her and Denali were so funny together, and Rosé in particular was really funny with "Jared", like she never forgot that there was meant to be an invisible boyfriend next to her; she was holding his hand, she looked at him like he was really there, it was amazing. I was genuinely really impressed with Rosé this week.

Where I felt like she fell down a little bit was with her runway. Was it cute? Absolutely. Was it amazing? No. It just didn't give me anything, I didn't get a story, or a character, or a feeling, it was just "oh, that looks good". Which is fine, but it doesn't win challenges, you know?

8. Symone

Deboooorah! I loved Symone this week. I actually loved that their sketch wasn't massive high energy and screaming and yelling, because that wasn't the characters they were given. They did such an amazing job of being the child stars crying on Oprah's sofa type characters, and I actually loved it. Also, the candle thing was hysterical, Symone holding a candle that says "desperation" and crying was just so funny to me. She absolutely sold me the character, I was really getting a Real Housewives moment where they're like "I'm starting my own business where I'm going to make my own candles!" And then they get really emotional about it. I loved it so much, she was hilarious this week.

And Symone's look! My flatmate and I were literally applauding in our front room. It was perfect. It was beautifully made, all the proportions were perfect, the colour palette was gorgeous, the attention to detail was everything, I loved it so much. AND SHE HAD HER NAME IN HER HAIR! The beads in her hair spelled out SYMONE. Everything about it was perfect.

I really couldn't pick this week whether Symone or Olivia was going to win, and honestly I didn't mind either way. They were both just so incredible.

9. Tina Burner

You guys. I am bored of Tina Burner. I can't believe I'm saying it either. But she walked in being really like campy and fun, and then just sort of flatlined. I didn't think she was that funny this week. Even next to Elliott, the least funny queen in the whole line up, she didn't seem like the funny one. I am disappointed. The only bit of their sketch that was funny was them fighting with the huge ass and tits. That was just so ridiculous that it was funny.

I'll tell you what else, I've already forgotten what she wore on the runway. I watched this episode less than 24 hours ago, and yet I've got to go back and watch it again so I remember Tina. And then I remembered why it didn't stick in my mind. I don't know what she was thinking but...she's lucky the judges liked her challenge performance. Also, it looked like a worse version of Crystal Methyd's entrance look with some beads stuck on. Didn't get it, didnt like it, still waiting for Tina to wear something good on the runway.

The one thing I will say about Tina this week is that we really saw her be a human with Elliott, and I really loved that. That was the first time this season that I've really liked Tina. I appreciate that she gave Elliott that pep talk, and that she said that thing in her confessional about being a bit judgmental and feeling guilty about it, I really appreciated that, and I feel like we saw a real person. I want more of that!

10. Utica

Utica... I don't think she's long for this competition, I'm afraid. She literally started this week saying she's a scene stealer, and she does improv regularly, and she was really excited for this challenge...what happened? I was lost, during her whole performance. First of all, she was supposed to be Olivia's mum, hadn't seen her for 20 years, but she came out looking like a 19 year old? I think she was aiming for that like "mutton dressed as lamb" type look, those mom's who are like "me and my daughter always get confused for sisters!" thing, but she didn't go far enough with it. It just didn't work. And then the Starbucks thing? Didn't get that either. The one thing I will give her is I loved that she shushed Olivia when Olivia was like copying the hand gestures in a really mocking way, I thought that was so funny. But other than that... Utica should have been lipsyncing this week, honestly. She wasn't funny. Where were the jokes??

The only things that saved her this week was the look. It was stunning. I dont really know what else to say about it, because it was just gorgeous. It was beautiful, but a bit twisted and freaky, and tragic all in one. Stunning.

The other thing I want to say about this week is that moment when they were doing makeup, and Kandy was being Maury, and Lala was running around the workroom having just been told Tina was not the father of her children, followed by Mik the camera operator and Elliott the sound tech? Hilarious. That was the funniest bit of the whole episode, I was creasing 👌👌

For me, the top 2 of the season are Olivia and Symone. I've thought that since the very first episode, and honestly, the others are great (mostly), but to me they just aren't on the same level as Olivia and Symone. They're just both amazing, they're so funny, and so talented, and incredible performers, and absolute Stars on the runway.

#drag race #rupaul #rupauls drag race #rpdr #rpdr13 #denali #denali foxx #elliott with 2 ts #gottmik #kandy muse #lala ri #olivia lux #rosé #symone #tina burner #utica #utica queen #opinion piece #breakdown

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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White Noise (What an Awful Sound) Ch.2 (Crystal/Gigi) - Meta

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter! I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it. Please leave any feedback/opinions/suggests you have, I love reading what people think about my work! :)

“Gigi, breakfast is ready!” The sound of her mother’s voice woke Gigi up. She rolled over to check the time on her phone, 9 am. Ugh, who the hell wakes up this early on a Sunday? Her parents must really be laying into the new “suburban” lifestyle. Breakfast together early every morning, family dinners. Oh maybe they’ll even have movie night! Gigi ignored all the texts she’d received from her friends back home while she was asleep, rolling herself out of bed and walking to the bathroom. She rummaged around in the box labeled “Gigi’s Toiletries” in her mom’s beautiful cursive. Pulling out her face wash and moisturizer before turning to the sink where her toothbrush rested from the night before.

Once back in her room Gigi picked out an outfit for the day. Scanning through the clothes she’d already put away in her closet, she decided on a long, pale green skirt that had a small slit revealing some of her left leg and just a cropped white shirt. Gigi gave herself a quick once over before rushing downstairs.

“My god, would you look at that. Sleeping Beauty has finally joined the rest of the living.” Gigi’s dad said. He was sitting at their dining table sipping coffee out of a mug and scrolling on his phone. Gigi was willing to bet all of her savings he was looking at Facebook. These damn 40’s somethings, always on their goddamn phones. Just shameful.

“There’s so evidence to prove I’m not sleep walking right now.’’ She said, taking a seat next to her father.

“You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and got dressed.” Gigi’s mother replied, poking her head out of the kitchen.

“Right…so what’s for breakfast?” She eyed her father’s plate but he had already eaten what was on it.

“Cereal for you since you decided to take so long.”

“Paul stop it,” Her mom hit his arm playfully before putting a plate of waffles in front of Gigi, “apparently, your father’s version of unpacking the kitchen is only taking out the waffle iron.”

“Hate to say it but I’m not surprised.” Gigi said.

“I am shocked and appalled by how little you two think of me, really. Just wow.” He replied, feigning hurt. Gigi’s dad stood from the table, taking his plate into the kitchen and placing it in the sink. He whispered a small ‘thank you’ before pulling Gigi’s mom in for a kiss. The teen just ignored her parents, public displays of affection were normal in their house. Gigi had a theory that her father was so affectionate to make up for how much time he spent at work back in LA, always hugging, kissing, or holding her mother’s hand just to let her know he’s still there.

“Anyway, Gigi honey, your father and I need to go to the store and get some things for the house. Do you want to come with us?” Gigi just shook her head, she could use this time to unpack her room some more. “Okay, well we should be home before 4. Please don’t forget, we’re going over to have dinner with the Methyd’s at 5.”

“I will be ready, promise.”

Her parents made their way out the front door, her mom yelling something about wearing a jacket if she left the house. Please, like Gigi was gonna leave the house. Where would she go? To hang out with all her friends here in Missouri? No Gigi was going to go back upstairs and unpack her room. She hated living out of boxes, even if it had only been a day. Back home she waited until the very last second to pack up all her things. Nicky, her best friend, had told her to ‘stop stalling and pack your shit already’ to which Gigi argued that she hadn’t been. Now she was willing to admit Nicky had been right. Just because she refused to throw some random crap she’d had all her life into a box didn’t change the fact that the ‘For Sale’ sign outside her house was real. But now Gigi was ready to settle into her new room.

About an hour later Gigi had made good progress on her room. She’d just finished organizing her books when she heard a crash followed by a lot of expletives that she was glad her parents weren’t around to hear. Gigi walked over to her window, trying to see what was going on. She chuckled to herself as she watched Crystal struggle with an easel on her porch. “Oh my god she’s losing a fight to a fucking easel.” Gigi said, slipping on a pair of white sandals before running downstairs and out the front door. She made her away across the street, still smiling at the sight.

“Want some help?” She asked, finally reaching the other girl.

“Jesus, fuck. You were not supposed to see this.” Crystal laughed. She ran a hand through her curls before looking up at Gigi, a fake pout painted across her face. She is way too adorable for her own good, holy shit.

“Well, too bad.” Gigi said. She bent over and started picking all the art supplies that, she guessed, had been knocked over during the struggle.

“I can’t get it to stand up. I don’t know what’s wrong, it was fine up in my room.” Crystal sighed, giving up and letting it drop to the floor. Gigi nodded.

“Okay, well how many times did you let it do that?” She joked.

“I-I may have dropped it three times while dragging it down the stairs, yeah.”

“I think I may know what your problem is.” She said.

“Wow, you know I am so glad Missouri has someone of your intelligence level living in it now. If it wasn’t for you I would still be fighting for my life against that thing.” Crystal pointed in disgust towards where the easel lay on the porch. Gigi just laughed in response. A silence fell over the girls. To Gigi’s surprise, for one of the only few times in her life, it wasn’t an awkward silence. Crystal wasn’t expecting a response from her, instead she turned her attention to focus on organizing her paints.

“Uh, okay, I, um, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out today?” Gigi shifted in her spot, running a hand awkwardly through her hair. Crystal raised her eyebrows and smiled.

“Actually, I’m just not entirely sure I can handle a full day with you,” Crystal said. Gigi’s eyebrows furrowed, “I mean you just have such an overpowering personality.”

“Right, yeah, I’ve heard that about myself many times.” Gigi nodded in relief. Just as she finished talking Crystal phone vibrated, she pulled it out of her back pocket to check the notification.

“Well Ms. Gigi Goode, you’re in luck. My friend Lux just asked me to go thrifting with her. Wanna come?” Crystal stood up and walked closer to Gigi. She bit her lip while waiting for the brunette’s response.

“Oh um, yeah sure. I’d love to.” Gigi said. In that moment she was positive she would’ve said yes no matter what Crystal invited her to.

Crystal ran inside to grab the keys to her car and say bye to her mom before dashing back to Gigi and grabbing her hand, “Okay let’s go.” She pulled Gigi toward her car, her skin burning where they’d made contact. Crystal’s car was very old and a horrendous mustard color but she loved it because it got her away from her parents. She was the only one in her friend group with a car, which meant all her friends loved it too. Gigi had to admit, Crystal was not a very good driver. She was always just a little bit too far over the speed limit for comfort and drove with her left leg up on the seat. They drove in silence, well Gigi was silent. Crystal couldn’t help but sing along to every song that came on as they made their way in town to the thrift store. Crystal’s taste in music was definitely different from Gigi’s, playing songs from King Princess, Cage the Elephant, and Hozier, whereas Gigi was more of a pop girl. She basically played Dua Lipa on repeat 24/7. Sitting so close to Crystal while Cherry Wine played throughout the car made Gigi feel overwhelmed, she tried to slow her breath as she stared down at where their hands both rested on the console. She resisted the urge to intertwine their fingers together, missing the feeling from earlier. She studied the other girl’s fingers, the way they dance ever so slightly to the music, the chipped purple nail polish she wore. She had rings on almost all of her fingers.

“You okay?” Crystal asked, glancing at Gigi out of the corner of her eye. She looked like she was going to be sick. But as soon as Crystal spoke Gigi snapped out of it, smiling and peeling her eyes away from their hands to look up at Crystal.

“Yeah, just uh- never mind.” Gigi stopped herself from saying something stupid. She felt foolish, she hadn’t even known this girl for 24 hours and she already had the urge to profess her love to her. She didn’t even know if Crystal was gay. Well, actually that’s not true, she listened to King Princess and Lana Del Rey. The girl was definitely some flavor of gay. Plus nobody that dressed like that was straight.

“What? No, tell me!” Crystal pouted.

“It’s nothing. Just your music makes me feel like I’m in a coming-of-age movie or something.” Gigi said. She tried to fight off the blush creeping across her cheeks. Crystal just laughed, making Gigi regret she said it.

“I like to listen to this kind of music when alone or like painting. It makes me feel calm and inspired. Or like I’m gonna be the next great sapphic artist,” Well, shit, there it was. The confirmation Gigi needed to insure her gaydar wasn’t completely broken. She swallowed hard, not wanting to show any reaction. “I just need to find my muse.” Now it was Crystal who was stealing glances at their hands, moving her hand just close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from Gigi’s. Missing that same heat when she reluctantly pulled her hand away so she could pull into a parking spot.

The girls made their way into the small shop that was filled with very loud clothes. The way Crystal dressed suddenly all made sense. There were only three other people in the shop, they were all standing together loudly talking about how horrendous the huge bubble gum pink dress in front of them was.

“Oh thank fuck, finally. Crystal you have to try this on!” One of them said, grabbing the dress off the rack and running up to Crystal. She stopped and gave Gigi a confused, but welcoming look. The girl looked so much like a fairy, Gigi had to suppress the urge to ask her how Tinker Bell was.

“Hi, I’m Daya.” Another girl, the tallest in the group, came up to them and put her hand out for Gigi to shake.

“Gigi,” She said, taking her hand. Gigi couldn’t help but notice how pretty they all were. What the hell is in the Missouri water?

“That’s Lux,” Crystal said pointing to the small blonde who was being swallowed by all the fabric of the dress she was holding, “and that’s Daegan.” Crystal pointed to the girl who was standing next to Daya.

“I really like your hair.” Gigi said, looking at Daegan’s bright pink hair. She wished she could pull off a color like that but alas she was destined to have boring brown hair for the rest of her life.

“Oh, my god thank you.” Daegan said, “I like her, Crystal can we keep her?” She made puppy dog eyes toward the girl who just laughed.

“Excuse me, hello?!” Lux huffed from under the dress, “Can we get back to Crys trying this on please.” She whined.

“Holy shit, yeah babe you have to try it on.” Daya said pushing past Gigi and taking the dress from Lux. Gigi felt her heart drop into her stomach. Babe? Crystal had a girlfriend? Not just that but a fucking hot girlfriend? Ugh the homophobia of it all. Gigi just walked over to the nearest rack and started looking through all the clothes, trying to ignore the giggles coming from Crystal as Daya pushed her into a dressing room.

A few minutes later Crystal emerged from the dressing room, pulling the thick velvet curtain back dramatically. She walked confidently out into the middle of the store and spun around for all her friends to see.

“You’ve never looked better.” Daegan said as she pulled her phone out to take a video of Crystal dancing around like an idiot. Crystal curtsied and let out a ‘thank you’ in a horrible British accent.

“I think we found your prom dress!” Lux added jumping up and down like a little kid. Crystal made a disgusted face.

“I’m not going to prom, and even if I was, I would never wear a dress.” She put a finger in her mouth and pretended to throw up.

“Ugh not this again. Crystal Elizabeth Methyd you’re going to prom, you have to,” Daya crossed her arms and stared sternly at Crystal for a few seconds before giving up and turning to Gigi, “Tell her she has to go to prom.”

Gigi looked between the girls confused. What kind of power did they think she had over Crystal? They’d just met, you couldn’t even classify them as friends yet. Shouldn’t Daya be the one to convince Crystal, she’s the one that’s her girlfriend here not Gigi. “I-I’ve never been to prom before but I’m sure it’s really fun. My mom says everyone should go to at least one of their proms.”

Crystal rolled her eyes, “Your mom sounds like mine.” Why couldn’t her friends just leave it alone? She already told them a million times she wasn’t going, although the thought of seeing Gigi in a prom dress did intrigue her. Crystal turned around and walked back into the dressing room.

The girls stayed in the shop for a couple of hours, trying on ugly hats and way too big sunglasses, before Lux declared that they had to leave because she was hungry. Crystal bought three button up shirts, that Daegan said looked something her dad would wear, and a bright turquoise and pink windbreaker that Gigi’s mom definitely would have owned in the 90’s.

They all climbed into Crystal’s car, Daegan complaining that making her sit in the back was transphobia. Crystal just ignored her and opened the passenger door for Gigi. She felt awkward in the front, shouldn’t Daya be sitting here so they could hold hands or something? Gigi ignored her thoughts, enjoying the way Crystal’s perfume smelled.

Being in the car with Crystal’s friends was very different than being with just Crystal. Daegan immediately stole the AUX to play Megan Thee Stallion, Doja Cat, and Nicki Minaj while Lux complained that she wanted to listen to Grimes. Crystal just ignored them trying to focus on driving with all the yelling going on around her.

They had finally calmed down, Lux accepting that there was no chance in hell Daegan was changing the music for her, until the question of where to eat came up. Daya voted for Taco Bell while Daegan complained that they had Taco Bell last time. Lux suggested Chick Fil A before being shut down by Crystal, reminding her that they no longer supported the restaurant because of their anti-lgbtq beliefs. Lux rolled her eyes while Daegan joked that the only reason she ate there was because their hatred for her existence made it fun.

“What about pizza?” Gigi offered. Before anyone could protest Crystal said yes, giving everyone in the back seat a stern look. They all murmured reluctant okay’s before changing the subject to gossip about someone from school.

They finally pulled into a small pizza place with picnic tables scattered out front and a burnt out sign that read ‘The Big Slice’. Daya and Lux grabbed a picnic table while Crystal and Daegan went in to order, Gigi opted to stay outside and wait for them to come back.

It was kind of awkward without Crystal there and Gigi found herself racking her brain for something to say. The other girls hadn’t said anything since they sat down either, instead staring at their phones.

“Uh, so uh Daya how long have y-you and Crystal been dating?” Gigi asked, nervously looking between her and Lux.

Daya choked back a laugh, “What? Crys and I aren’t dating. Ew that would be like dating my sister.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I-I just heard you call her babe and assumed.” She couldn’t help but feel relieved, hoping her face didn’t show it. Lux busted out laughing at the idea of Crystal and Daya together and couldn’t stop.

“I call everyone babe, don’t worry.” Daya assured her. Gigi swallowed, oh god could she tell that Gigi liked Crystal. She thought she had been discreet when she looked at her but apparently not.

“Oh I’m no-” She started to protest.

“What’s so funny?” Daegen asked as she and Crystal made their way to the table. She sat in between Daya and Lux while Crystal planted herself right next to Gigi.

“S-she,” Lux tried to get out, pointing at Gigi, “she thought you two were dating.” Daegen joined in and after a couple of seconds Daya found herself laughing too. Gigi tried to laugh but it just came out as an awkward chuckle. The only one who wasn’t laughing was Crystal. She wore a horrified expression, her eyes bouncing between Gigi and Daya. “Why, why, uh um why would you think that?” Crystal’s eyebrows furrowed as she turned attention completely to Gigi. But she just shrugged and said it didn’t matter.

The conversation was forgotten as soon as the waitress brought out the pizza and everyone was too busy stuffing their faces to talk about how bad of a couple Crystal and Daya would make.

As time passed it became easier for Gigi to be around Crystal’s friends, she actually enjoyed how loud they all were. With everyone else fighting to talk over each other no one really noticed Gigi’s lack of input. Thank god, she used to hate how her friends back home would always try to pull her into the conversation. Why couldn’t they understand if she had something to say she would goddamn say it.

“Oh shit. It’s almost 4. My parents are gonna be home soon and I promised I would be there to get ready for tonight.” Gigi said looking down at her phone. She started to stand up from the table.

“Oh okay, I’ll uh drive you home.” Crystal said, standing up too.

“You don’t have to, I can just walk or uh call a lyft or something.” Gigi said, secretly hoping Crystal would insist.

“Excuse me, what about us?” Lux whined.

“Also what’s tonight?” Daya asked.

“Huh? Oh Gigi and her parents are coming over for dinner.” Crystal mumbled, knowing there was bound to be teasing from her friends. They all raised their eyebrows but before any of them could say anything inappropriate Crystal pushed Gigi toward her car. Crystal yelled at them to find their own way home.

“I hate you, bitch!” Daegen shouted at Crystal. She just put up her middle finger and held it up as she climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Don’t let her make you listen to One Direction Gigi!” Daya added before Gigi closed her door, unable to hear them anymore. She couldn’t help but laugh.

The drive was quiet, but this time it wasn’t a comfortable silence. Both of them wanting to say something but too afraid to say it. Crystal put on the same music from before, calm love songs that made Gigi feel like she never wanted them to stop driving.

“Why did you think I was dating Daya?” Crystal asked abruptly, pulling Gigi out of her daydream.

Gigi’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?” God why was she bringing this up again? Gigi never wanted to think about that again.

“C’mon I wanna know,” Crystal pouted, “please!” She begged, turning to look at Gigi.

“It’s nothing, I uh, heard her call you babe and I just assumed,” She shrugged trying to look anywhere but at Crystal.

Crystal didn’t respond, instead they just fell back into uncomfortable silence. Gigi tried to come up with something to say. God the one person she actually wanted to talk to and she couldn’t come up a single fucking thing to say.

“This doesn’t sound like One Direction.” Gigi said.

“Yeah I uh, I only bring that out with people I like,” Crystal shot her a devilish smile, “sorry.”

“You’re such an ass, oh my god.” Gigi laughed, hitting Crystal lightly on her shoulder. She watched as Crystal picked up her phone and unlocked it, quickly changing the song to ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ making Gigi laugh even more. “That’s more like it.”

Crystal finally pulled into her driveway, reluctantly putting the car in park. Gigi lingered in the passenger’s seat, not wanting to miss the heat from Crystal’s body. She slowly unbuckled her seat belt, grabbing the handle to the car door.

“So uh, I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” Crystal asked, unbuckling her own seat belt.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m looking forward to it.” Gigi pulled herself out of the car.

She was halfway down Crystal’s driveway when she heard her name. Gigi spun around to face her, “Yeah?”

“I had fun, uh with you,” She stopped as if she was searching for a difficult word, “today. I had fun with you today.” She ran a hand awkwardly through her hair.

Gigi chuckled, “I had fun with you too, Crystal.”

“Okay, good.” Crystal spun around and stumbled cheerfully up the stairs of her porch, turning around to wave at Gigi one last time before disappearing into her house.

Gigi continued walking back to her own house, smiling the entire way.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #daya betty #daegen michelle #lux kween #crygi #high school au #lesbian au #slow burn #white noise (what an awful sound)#meta #s12 #concrit welcome

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 5 years ago

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season of the soul.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky experiences the first days of autumn through Y/N’s eyes.

Word Count: 1,061 - Drabble

Bucky smiles as he watches her practically skip ahead of him.

Y/N doesn’t skip.

Well, not around anyone else he’s learning.

No, she’s moody. A curmudgeon. Doesn’t hold back her opinions. She’s got sharp edges. Doesn’t take shit from people. She’s not mean – but she doesn’t let people walk all over her. It’s intimidating and off-putting to some.

It makes people weary of her. They don’t realize that it takes time and sight to see that behind all that... she’s soft.

But not Bucky. Bucky saw her. Really saw her.

Now he’s smiling at her obvious glee.

He likes that he’s one of the few people that gets to see this side of her.

It doesn’t hurt that she’s also wearing his denim jacket. It’s a little oversized on her, sleeves a little too long, the neckline sometimes falls down one of her shoulders. But it was all a part of her outfit, she assured him.

Y/N skips back to him with two hot dogs and hands him one of them before not-so-gracefully taking a bite of her own. A little bit of mustard stains the corner of her mouth. Bucky decides he’ll let it sit for a few minutes before he wipes it away with his own thumb.

“So, I was thinking we could just read a bit in the park, go to a cafe for lunch, and then maybe go to a movie theater. One of those trendy, restaurant ones is playing Hocus Pocus!”

Bucky smiles again at the obvious excitement in her voice.

“What?” She asks.

“Nothing. It’s just…I like seeing you so happy.” For some reason, he blushes and looks away after saying that.

Y/N smiles, tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and then soaks in the sun. “Because it finally feels like fall.”

Bucky knows how much she hates summer. It stifled her. She ran hot and was basically the human version of a furnace – which benefited Bucky, because he hated being cold and would use any excuse to cuddle closer to her. But it made Y/N miserable in warm temperatures. She got sweaty, and then she felt dirty and gross and smelly. And then she got cranky. She’d end up sitting inside 24/7, unable to find the strength to escape the air conditioning. Meanwhile, all everyone else did was praise summer and act like it was the greatest thing to happen every year. They didn’t understand how miserable it made her. Except Bucky.

An hour later, Bucky senses Y/N pointing her phone at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks without taking his eyes off his book. The amusement is clear in his voice.

“Taking a picture of you,” Y/N replies as if it’s obvious. Which it is.

“I’m trying to read, doll.” His eyes still stay on the pages.

Y/N giggles. “Well then stop being so cute while you do it!”

He finally looks at her. She’s already smiling back at him. “Does that mean I get to take pictures of you then?”

“Nope!” She declares before quickly pressing a kiss to his lips. Then she goes back to reading her own book. “Plus you don’t know how to take a decent picture on your phone anyway.”

Bucky jaw drops with the insult. “Do to!”

Another hour later, Y/N has taken a break from her book and is sleeping, curled up against Bucky, who has a book in his left hand and his other arm is around her back, keeping her snuggled and warm against him.

But he knew it was close to lunch time.

“Y/N,” he whispers. “Come on. Ya gotta eat.”

“Not hungry. Too cozy.” She murmurs into his neck.

Bucky can’t hold back his smile.

“Don’t you want to get one of those…pumpkin coffees?”

YN giggles. “It’s pumpkin spice latte.”

He shifts his weight now that he’s managed to wake her up. “Yeah, those. Come on. I’m hungry.”

At lunch, Bucky asks Y/N about all the Halloween traditions she had as a kid. She tells him about past costumes, even shows him photos of some of them on her phone. In return, she asks what Halloween was like back in the 30s and 40s. Her face scrunches in disappointment when he tells her it wasn’t really a big holiday and he doesn’t even really remember dressing up all that much.

Y/N will have to remedy that.

Bucky suggests that tomorrow they go to the pumpkin patch he saw nearby by the compound upstate and buy some to carve.

“Yes! I have a recipe to make the best pumpkin seeds, too.”

They walk around the city after lunch, killing time before Hocus Pocus. Y/N drags him into a bookstore. They window shop a bit. Y/N even spots a Wiccan store.

Y/N convinces Bucky that she needs to buy gifts for the whole team. He acts like it’s ridiculous, but he happily holds it all as she flutters around the store. She carefully selects everything, making sure the gifts fit all the team members.

Y/N picks out gemstones and crystals for Wanda. Bucky grabs tarot cards for Steve, thinking he’ll appreciate the artistry behind the hand-painted cards. They both agree that a lavender oil and candle will maybe finally make Tony go to sleep. They get Nat a voodoo doll. Sam gets a crystal ball. But Y/N regrets it when Bucky says he’s going to tell him, “Congrats on finally having balls,” when they give it to him. Y/N picks out a pentacle ring for Thor. Bruce gets a book about the history of witches. They decide to just send Clint some candy, so his kids reap most of the benefits.

Y/N is practically bouncing in her seat when they get to the theater to watch Hocus Pocus.

“Haven’t you seen this movie, like, a hundred times?” Bucky whispers as the opening credits start.

“Yeah, but it’s the nostalgia of it all!”

By the time they’re on the train, heading out of Manhattan and back upstate to the compound, Y/N is passed out. Her head rests on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky might not fully understand the obsession with fall and Halloween. But he does understand how happy it makes her. Therefore, he had just as good of a day as Y/N did. And just when he thought he couldn’t fall more in love with her… he did.

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Fall and Halloween are literally my absolute favorite times of year. I was just randomly thinking of this. So I just thought FUCK IT and wrote it real quick.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky drabble #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes one shot #bucky one shot #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky autumn #bucky fall #bucky x reader #bucky reader insert #bucky and halloween #halloween bucky #autumn!bucky

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heythrrdelilah · 5 years ago

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Lights, Camera, Love (Tom Holland x Reader) Chapter 1

A/N: So, I’ve been wanting to write for Tom for a while now, I hope all the marvel fans approve. I have incorporated some of my personal goals; like acting since I did 7+ years of theater throughout my life and my certification in Radio/film broadcasting. Also, My nursing degree im working on. So this plot may seem cheesy because of it but… oh well. Also playing off the easter egg of Gwen in endgame.

Word Count: 1,642 (the next chapters will be better and longer sorry)

Warnings/tags: Fluffish, slow beginning (sorry.... it’s been a while since I’ve written anything), friend-zone

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader

The cold winter breeze sent chills down your spine, making you regret not taking a bigger jacket or adding a few more layers to your outfit. Today, was your first day of work as a small part in the new Marvel movie. You hadn’t known much about it, because today was the first table read for your scene. The main cast had done their table reading months ago, however, for certain scenes, the small parts come in with the main cast as needed. You knew that you had more than one line, otherwise you would be placed with the extras. When you auditioned, you didn’t have a preference for a role, which was ideal for the directors. Directors usually want to have complete creative criticism over everything. Plus, you didn’t have an agent anyways, you had just heard of the audition through an online alert you set for google. Your regular day job was a nurse, which you were thankful that the hospital gave you days off for the filming.

“ID and reason for entry please?” The guard at the gates asked you when you arrived in your 2019 yellow and black camero. You nodded, reaching for your purse. Your nerves were causing your hand to shake as you passed your ID along. “Studio 9, Marvel. I play Mikayla, a small role,” You stated with a nervous, shaky tone. He marked you down on the ipad he wielded and passed you your ID along with a parking pass. He pressed the button for the gate to open and you went through, finding your way to the studio. You parked in the assigned spot, which was shockingly close to the studio building and exited.

Nervously gripping your coffee, you walked slowly into the building. There was a security guard in the doorway, who gave you a pass and directions to the reading table. You walked slowly through the building, seeing hundreds of employees rushing around to build sets, props, costumes, lighting, and several agents on their phones. It was seven in the morning and people were already working so hard. You dodged several people rolling giant wooden boards, along with piles of paint. From upstairs, where the reading room was, you could look down to the floor and see everything from above, as the rooms and offices were all around the sides of the building, leaving the middle open. You looked for office number 24 as instructedd in the email. As you reached the windowless room and door, you knocked gently before entering. The room was warm and smelled like a coffee shop. The lights were perfectly balanced between dim and bright. The tables were set in one big circle and the only other person in the room at the moment was a small blonde with rolled up knit sleeves, placing gift baskets at every seat. “Hello! You must be (y/n)! You’re early!” She smiled, placing another basket at another seat. I waved slightly, “Good morning, yeah sorry I actually thought I was running late. Would you like some help?” You placed your coffee and purse down on the table against the wall with the coffee pots, yes...plural. You rushed over to the two carts of baskets and began placing the heavy packets on the table. You hadn't even noticed the names on the baskets either.

"I'm Clara, by the way. I'm the Mr. Whedon's assistant," She placed her dainty hand out for you to shake. She was the same height as you, but probably weighed 20 pounds less given her viable bone lines. You were careful to lightly shake her hands. You didn't want to be objective when looking at her, guessing her weight, but your previous struggle with an eating disorder left a mark on your brain when it comes to this stuff. She was pretty in the way every other shy girl who moves to LA is. Definitely stuck out in this city, Atlanta that is.

"So the director gives gift baskets to even the smallest of roles? That's super cool," You walked over to the coffee stand and took your cup. She followed, pouring herself a nesspresso. "Small roles? No. There are too many characters with less than 10 lines. Why?" She took a second before her Raven black brows lifted, "oh shit! You don't know? They told you that you didn't get mIkayla right?" Wow-what a shot to the heart! You thought to yourself. You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head. "Well, you blew everyone away and they didn’t want to waste your talent on a classmate of peter. So, they decided it was time for Gwen Stacy to head into the Avenger world,” Clara informed. You scrunch your brows together, “Wait… is this why we saw a glimpse of Gwen in Endgame? That is honestly so sick!” You couldn’t contain your excitement. Your expression grew into a big smile. You were a big marvel fan, so this job was a double dream come true. It hadn’t actually hit you that you were Gwen Stacy until you found your seat. The gift basket in front of you had a place marker attatched, like one at an office, that read “Gwen Stacy/ (y/n),” you were reading out loud. “How many acting jobs have you had before this?” Clara asked cheerily. You placed your coffee down next to the basket, “This is the first professional one.” Just as Clara was about to state something, the door opened behind her.

Walking in was the tall blonde you could never not recognize, Chris Hemsworth. Your heart skipped a beat seeing him in person. Sure, you’ve met a few small celebrities before at concerts, but never someone with so much recognition. He was wearing jeans and a baseball Tee, his hair was spiked up and his smile was plastered on his face. He looked down at Clara and gave her a friendly side hug, “Nice to see you as always.” His accent was like cutting butter. Smooth and pleasing. She smiled up at him before motioning to the coffee. “As always, same to you. The coffee is set up and this film’s gift baskets are an assortment of pastries. Yes, this means apple fritters,” she smiled, pointing to his seat. You were frozen at your chair, hearing your heartbeat in your ears. “Oh I’m not the first one? This is different!” He began walking over to your direction. You found the courage to stand up, smoothening out the wrinkles in your shirt during the process. “Hi, I’m (y/n). I am apparently playing Gwen Stacy,” You placed your hand for him to shake. He towered over you, as you were pretty short. His firm grip on your heand suddenly calmed you, “i’m Chris. Nervous? I heard this was your first film?” You nodded slowly. This was just another person. Celebrities are people and you would just have to think that when everyone else walked through the door. “It’s so funny, I thought I had a small part, but Clara informed me otherwise just this morning. I thought you had all table read months ago,” You blabbed, taking a sip from your coffee. He chuckled, “They probably meant for it to be a surprise,” He spoke loud enough for Clara to hear that last part, “We read earlier than the small roles, but that doesn’t start until today.” You nodded smiling. This had to of been a dream. “Gwen stacy isn’t even an avenger though and-” Chris cut you off, placing his hand on your shoulder, “It’s the film industry. Nothing has to be accurate. Just accept it and welcome.” Chris walked over to his chair a few down from you, already opening his bag, placing the name card visible to the center of the circle. You placed yours in the same fashion. Shortly after, the door opened once more. Tom Holland walked through sporting a hoodie and jeans. When he looked up from his phone, he greeted Clara and Chris first, before finding his seat beside you. He turned to you, “You must be our Gwen? Im Tom.” He placed his hand out for you to shake, which you kindly did. He was much more handsome in person, in fact, it made your stomach knot up just looking at him. After introducing yourself, you removed the gift basket from the top of the table and placed it beside you, just as the other two had.

“First table read?” He asked, his british accent melting your heart. You nod slowly, “Yeah. I am honestly afraid I’ll be laughed out of the room by the end of the day.” You finished the last gulp of your coffee and pushed your chair back to stand up and walk over to the coffee station. Tom followed, to your surprise. “Listen, Can I tell you a secret?” He asked in a hushed tone, grabbing a glass mug from the table, giving you one after he tossed the paper cup into the trash. You nodded, “If they put you in a role higher than what you auditioned for, you must be good. I highly doubt you will be laughed out of the room.” Your face burned red as his kind words actually sunk into your mind. You shook your head. You had to be professional. These were the people you were going to see every day for a good year. No way could you be blushing at every Avenger walking through the door just trying to create a friendly environment.

“In fact, if you are laughed out of the room, I will walk out with you. Losing both of us. If not… you have to hang out with us after the table read? We all planned on going out for pasta. You aren’t one of those carbphobic ladies are you?” He asked, nudging you slightly. Friendly.

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