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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years ago

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Promised Part Five (The Great Mini-series, Arranged Marriage AU)

A/N: Here it finally is!!!! Sorry it took forever, life happens.

Word Count: 4K

Summary: When the Emperor’s behavior gets your families alliance with Russia in danger, you agree to marry his best friend Grigor in order to make sure the alliance does not fall apart. You’re tossed into the Russian court and into the arms and bed of a Russian count, dodging his jealous ex lover, trying to survive the unpredictability.... but...what about yuou two? Are you and Grigor finally...feeling something for each other?

Warnings: Swearing, drunkeness, mentions of sex and nudity, marriage, and an in universe reference I couldn’t resist.

“Come here Sonya! Come here!” Lady Svenska cooed, wiggling her fingers.

The puppy trotted to her and she squealed in delight.

Tatiana bent her knees, her lime green dress bunching below her like icing on a cake as she did.

“Sonya! Sonya come!” she gestured.

With a happy trot, Sonya waddled over. She reached up, her tiny tail wagging.

“Oooo, good girl! Good girl!”

You had been invited to a tea party with the other ladies. Although you had gotten closer to the empress, you feared if they would see you as an enemy. Especially hearing of Catherine’s last tea party with them. So walking in, you brought your secret weapon. And it worked.

The only woman it seemed who was not having the time of her life with what was happening was Georgiana. Dressed in her purple gown and largest wig, she sat a little slumped on the couch. She was sipping her tea every now and then but crossing her arms. She stared daggers at the dog and how it trotted. She preferred any small circle that came over to obsess over the latest scandalous affair, but even then she kept one eye on Sonya as if the dog was a wolf ready to attack. She didn’t dare say a word to you. And you didn’t say a word to her. But if there was nothing said, then nothing bad could happen.

Smiling, you helped yourself to a red macaroon, delighting in the crunch and cream of it’s taste. Lady Svenska walked over to you and asked.

“Can she do tricks?” she questioned.

“Almost. She’s getting better at walking. She used to pull and run a lot, but she’s better at being obedient.”

“And she doesn’t tear things up?” she asked.

“Only sometimes. I have to watch where my dresses are stored,” you answered.

“Ah! She’s such a good dog! How lovely of you to bring her here, Madame Dymov!”

Georgiana’s eyes went dark.

“Will you come to our ball throwing this evening! It is most fun! Mine might go another inch!”

“I’d be delighted to! And be sure to tell me more about that maid with the baron old enough to be her grandfather too! And with copous details!” you added on.

“Oh! I do like you! And what of the Empress?”

“Well, we read. And we chat…”

“But all that reading!? Isn’t it time consuming!”

“A little. Her books can take time. I reread pages over and over…but in the best way. I suppose. It keeps her happy.”

“If you have any gossip about her, please share!”

“I..I, uh, will!” you promise.

“First of all, have you any plans or gifts to give her on her birthday, it’s coming up in about a month!”

“Hmm, I don’t know…” you mumbled.

At that moment your husband entered the room. He seemed a little uncomfortable with all of the flowers and pastel dresses, eyeing birds singing ditties in shiny cages and macaroons piled to his chest on platters.

“Oh, Y/N…where is Y/N?” he asked to one lady in a pink dress and grey wig.

She pointed in your direction and he smiled.

As he walked by, he passed the couch where Georgiana was sitting. Her shoe tapped his calf and he turned.

“Hello, Grigor…” she said with a faded grin.

“Hello, George,” he replied politely. Somehow, your blood felt hot. But yet, the marriage was over, so what if they even talked? He probably just enjoyed you talking with him and occasionally sleeping with him. But no, they had to be soulmates. And it was better not to disturb them. After all, despite the suddenness of the marriage, it would work. He would be happy.

“How is the party?” he asked, hands placed behind the back.

“Going perfect. We’re being introduced to the loud, hairy creature that lifts her leg when she pisses. Her dog is there too.” She quipped with a surprisingly relieved smile.

You froze. Little Sonya recognized Grigor and ran up to him, oblivious to how white his face was turning. A few fans were spread, and you barely heard feminine whispers of “…quite bitchy…” It got a little quiet. Even with the string quartet in the back was playing at a piano as if they wanted to hear what would happen next to.

Getting up, you turned around to leave them alone. Let them take it out. Let him laugh, Let her smile. Maybe even fuck against the wall like you noticed the odd couple doing on a night of reveling in the palace, no matter who might see or hear.

“George. I can’t control what you do on your own. But when you are with me, you will not speak about my wife in that matter.”

Pausing, you turned around. A couple quiet tears fell down your cheeks.

“You’re an esteemed lady of the court with the world at your fingertips. She’s a poor creature thrown into an arranged marriage, stolen from another country, and little to never to see any of her family or friends again while you just lay down and let Peter put fruit in your pussy and drink champagne.”

Wiping away tears with your hands, you stood still, not sure what to say. Grigor continued, truly angered and passionate.

“I didn’t marry her because of you. And she didn’t marry me so she could have my cock when you couldn’t. I did this so that we all- we all-“ he gestured to the people in the room “won’t be fucking ripped apart by Swede’s in a fortnight thanks to her families army. You will show her what little compassion you have in your tiny heart. You could even show her an ounce of gratitude for the sacrifice she and I made for the safety of everyone here, including yours. Or else I could have said no and let the swedes stab you in your tits when you’re asleep in the emperor’s bed. And I wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep over it too. But I did.”

She froze. There was even a couple of gasps.

Scooping the tiny dog in his arms, he turned ot you promptly.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I…I am…” you answered. “But I’m tired, let’s go home and play cards.”

“I agree.”

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A week later, Grigor had partied so much with the Emperor last night, wrestling and playing with some man named Leon or whoever. You peaked in the door, and yawning, retired to your own apartments to sleep even if alone.

Waking up briefly in the grey air, you felt him crawling into bed at four in the morning. So you let him sleep in as you took Sonya on her morning walk. Besides, she would pout and whine if you didn’t walk at her certain time.

“Here you go, I know, Papa can’t be there-but I will,” you assured the dog.

You made your way through the halls into the gardens. Sonya was already getting bigger. The collar and leash made for her a while ago was getting snug on her fluffy body.

Enjoying the forest, you heard the rhythmic crunch of the leaves and sticks beneath Sonya’s prancing paws. The cold air stung your lungs in the best way. The sky looked clear and crisp.

Sonya pointed her snout in one direction. She began pulling and barking.

“What is it? Some sort of creature!” you thought, walking forward.

It wasn’t a mouse of squirrel, there was a person slumped against a tree, sitting on the dirt. Walking closer, you made out a dark green skirt and a hat, but a head of dark, curly hair made loose. She reeked of vodka and beer. Her face was pale to where she seemed ill, rather than the lovely cream color of her skin. And beneath her eyes there were several bags.

“G..Georgiana…”

She turned her head to you, squinting.

“Yes…” she grunted.

“What are you doing here?”

She began to laugh a little, bitterly.

“I could ask the same…what are you doing here?”

“I’m walking Sonya…she needs to be exercised so she won’t get into trouble from being bored,” you explained, gripping the leash.

“Huh, I know sometimes…sometimes Grigor goes with you…” her voice was deep and throaty, far from her usual speaking tone. As if every word was choked up.

She seemed so pitiful you didn’t have the heart to chafe her.

“Yes, yes he does…”

Her exhausted eyes wandered forward into the grove of trees. She kept speaking to you.

“Sometimes we’d walk together. Only if it was nice. We did everything together. Walking. Eating. Dancing. Bathing together. Did you know…I even got my portrait painted and he kept it in his room! Right next to his bed…he…he cared for me so much to where I was right there with him every morning even when I wasn’t next to him and now…now he hates me…”

She began to sniffle, and a few tears worked up.

“No. No, I don’t think he hates you at all…”

“Why did he speak to me that way?”

“He just…he got emotional. And he has been emotional because he loves you. He’s every bit as sad as you are for not marrying…”

Sonya walked over to the crying woman. Alerted by the sounds, she walked over and sniffed at her wet face. She broke out a smile.

“But the truth is…in this court, there’s plenty of women who’ve fucked Peter. More than half. That’s just a fact of life. But I… I love it. I love having men want me, being worshipped, loved, is that wrong?”

“It’s normal,” you admitted. “it’s normal to want to be loved.”

“And the things it gives you. It’s not the least bad. I have all sorts of things. Dresses. Hats. A high position in court. Security. Comfort. Occasionally I can change laws and save lives with just a word-imagine that! And jewels. Jewels I used to dream of having. And I get to enjoy making love to a man who’s skilled at it. It might be the only way for a woman here to move up. That’s the way it is, is that wrong? Is it wrong to enjoy fucking and love a man too? For them to be separate men? They do it all the time and no one bats an eye bit when I do…”

She finally fell down into sobs.

“And he just...he couldn’t accept it. He claimed he loved me, and I… I love him, I still do, he just couldn’t accept me as I am and this world as it is…I thought he knew me…and that I knew him…”

She began to cry more; Sonya reached over and began to lick her face. She laughed at the ridiculous feeling of a dog’s tongue right on your nose and you began to laugh too.

“Georgiana…I’m so sorry I yelled at you that first day…I saw you as a threat and didn’t stop to think what you would feel. How I would feel if I was in your shoes…”

“Ugh, you’re…you’re as saccharine as…as…I don’t even know, Y/N. I’d put you in my…my mouth and my blood would rush, and they’d have to let it out with slugs.”

Taking out a handkerchief, you began to wipe her tears from her face.

“I’m not the one in tears…but…he used to keep a portrait of you…” you questioned.

“He did…is it there? Maybe….”

“Not anymore…” you explained flatly.

So that explained the circular area on the wall next to the bed.

“I know you really do love Grigor. And you care for him…but loving someone is hard. I love my family and friends back home, or unless I wanted to make all of them suffer or even get killed, I had to let them go to come here…sometimes, there are things you have to let go and move on from…” you assured her. You aren’t a bad person for wanting those things. You’re a smart person for figuring out how to get them. I admire you for it.”

“I just keep wondering…I keep wondering what would happen if he said yes…if he agreed to the terms…we’d be so happy…”

And he would see you with Peter and be miserable. Then god knows what would happen you thought.

You took her arm and helped her to her shaky legs.

“But there’s no use in that. Here, let’s get you back to the palace. I think after you get some water and some sleep, you might feel better…”

“But Y/N, Grigor I think…he’s in denial how Peter works here. If a woman needs anything in court, and if Peter picks you…he picks you. And, well, there’s nothing you can do about it…”

Your stomach lurched.

“Grigor might want a faithful wife. He might’ve thought he got that with you but…defying the Emperor is a risk. Too huge. Why say no? After all, he’s a genius at fucking so it could be worse…”

“You need water, Georgiana. And you need to clean up. Then you’ll feel better…” you interrupted, trying to mother her away and ignoring the fear in your gut.

But as you were strolling later in the week, returning from another one of the Empresses’s private discussions, you saw a few ladies eye down at the book. Perhaps they judged you. Perhaps they were jealous. But one bespecaled face saw you, smiled, and then hurried up.

“Orlo! How are you?”

“Y/N-er-Madame Dymov! Enough about me already- I heard the Empress gave you a copy of the Rousseau! What do you think!?” he asked excitedly.

His dark eyes glittered at the book in your hands. Holding it up to him you let him inspect it.

“I was…I was shocked at first. His ideas felt like…like a blast of cold wind. But I…he made good points. And I found myself agreeing after some time…” you explained with a shrug.

“He’s one of my favorites, and tehre’s so much…so much inside there. But I…I wish I could explain it all…”

“Let’s go to my place, I’ll call for a plate...” you offered with a shrug and a smile.

Introducing him to the drawing room, he settled down shyly on the seat in front of the fire. You brought in some tea with a strawberry cake and wound up talking for a straight hour. He got his own turn to pet on little Sonya as she licked his fingers from the cake crumbs. You discussed Rousseau, then he went on to talk about Voltaire, Plato, Paine. Ideas stretched you and you found yourself talking about things you could never imagine debating about with anyone. About people. Power. Faith. Life. Death. Purpose, if there was one at all. Your cup became cold and you had to reheat it by pouring some liquid into it.

Orlo glowed as he explained it all. He was not condescending. In fact, it felt like being in school with a good teacher. You understood and appreciated it even more. You were amazed with the depth of knowledge he had. Beneath his mousy exterior, there was a brilliant mind. Perhaps even genius. You were amazed in him. Strands of his hair loosened out and he smiled more, seeming relaxed and confident. Far more confident than you ever knew him to be in public.

“But out of all of them, I think my favorite is…”

The door creaked as it opened.

His head turned and you saw Grigor walking in. His face was pink, and his eyebrows crossed.

“Hello Orlo, what are you doing with my wife?” he asked, his lips tight and his voice firm.

“I, uh…” he found himself blubbering. His posture slouched and his hands retreated.

Standing at once, you walked up to Grigor with as much poise as you could.

“The empress gifted me with a book and Orlo was asking me about it over tea, nothing more…” you explained plainly.

“It’s fascinating. Isn’t it!” you added, throwing back a look.

Orlo nodded shyly, getting out of the seat like it had spikes.

“Very.”

“Oh, alright…” Grigor replied quietly.

Once Orlo thanked you for hosting him and shuffled out, Grigor’s eyes never left his steps.

He was quiet over dinner. You had to ask questions about his day and have Sonya’s begging fill the silence. Later, you changed into your nightgown to see Grigor was already in bed.

You saw him curl up to the other side. Not turning around, holding the blanket over his shoulders and leaving your side disproportionally cold.

With a huff, you placed your hands on your hips.

“What is it?” You had a guess, but you wanted to hear it from him.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong” he said in a tone that said something was definitely wrong.

“What is it…tell me…” you wheedled, sitting on the bed and leaning closer to him.

He turned around.

“I understand we agreed to follow orders to marry. Not for us. Our countries, the safety of your family and for their workers and tenets to not go hungry, for protection, the alliance, and for Russia to succeed against the Swedes… but I know you didn’t choose to marry me…if you…if you…are in love… then I guess it would make it easier…but you will at least be honest with me and not play around when you fall in love with some man!”

“In love? With Orlo?!” you added.

His head snapped back at the sound of his name.

“If you love the prick, then that’s fine! It will make you bear being here better- it’s all fine!” He if it will make you bear this, bear being married to me…”

“I’m not in love with Orlo!” you laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder. He flinched a little, but didn’t turn away.

“What…you aren’t? Both of you always talk together.”

“I always talk with the empress, and Tatyana and everyone else too. They’re my friends. He’s my friend as well… and…I…I promised you I won’t hurt you. That I will do my best not to hurt you…and you’re obviously hurt…” you reasoned.

The clock chimed the hour in the back.

“I…yes, I was…I had memories of when…you know…” he muttered out, looking down.

You folded your arms and turned away from him.

“Well, have you ever kissed Georgiana since our marriage? I guess you can run back to her, like I’m apparently running to Orlo. Should I be worried about her?”

“Uh-no! Not at all! We’ve barely talked since the betrothal! I talk more to Sonya than I do to her in a fortnight!” he said, pointing to the dog curled asleep on her pillow.

You crossed your arms and started to laugh a little. A smile cracked on his thin face as well.

“If I have no reason to suspect you of anything with George, you have no reason to suspect anything of me and Orlo!” you reasoned with a shrug.

Leaning forward, you pulled more of the cover to your side. He relented.

Both of you were tense. Words left your voice.

“Just dinner and drinks with your friend, nothing more. Perfectly normal.” You assured.

Even if it meant eating in his chambers with large portraits all over the wall and a big green bed on the other side. Peter stood up and greeted you both. His arms were wide, pearls dangling from his neck.

“Ah, hello! Join me!” Peter cheered. “Grigor-make yourself at home! There’s already some food.

You carefully walked in, placing yourself on the couch and folded your hands in front of your lap. Unsure of what to do or say. A finger nudged you.

“Here, Y/N…here’s the seat for you!” your husband said, taking his large hands around your waist and picking you up as you let out a smile.

Grigor placed you on his lap, like he did on your wedding. Smiling, you accepted the feeling of him nearby and settled your weight. The closeness far more natural than ever. Grigor’s arms were warm as they passed dishes around from one man to the Emperor. A serf poured a Kiev vdoka and you enjoyed yourselves.

“I tell you- fucked a horse! It’s just a rumor-but can you believe it!” he said.

Laughing in spite of yourself, you shook your head insisting “no, I don’t!”

Smiling. Laughing. Everything felt normal. You laughed so hard you almost snorted your drinkand covered your mouth, laughing more at the dirtier humor. Years ago, your mother would have become so uncomfortable at such words she would excuse herself and complain about it later. Laughs held back were finally released, you jaw uhrt and your cheeks felt hot.

“And that’s what hapoens when you use the duck whistle on the balcony-“Oh, Grigor! Have I fucked your wife yet?”

The drink you were sipping almost spat out of your mouth and you coughed it out. Both of you froze again. You felt Grigor tense up. His breath quickened. His face turned white and then red and then white again. His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared.

Turning your head back, you began to give a charming smile at the emperor, even giving the little half smile you noticed to do. You decided if the subject came up, you would be prepared.

“Your highness, of yes, of course we’ve fucked. Several times!” you said.

Where he couldn’t see, you kicked Grigor’s leg to alert him.

“Oh, really!” he said.

“Ah! What a Casanova you are, Emperor! Losing track! But…”

You circled the rim of your glass, and then added on.

“I have an eternally dry pussy, can’t suck cock to save my life, and an ass so tight that deflects any object near the hole so it’s been rather disappointing. It’s a miracle my husband tolerates me. He’s hardly been able to finish the job!”

He tilted his head, pondering it with a hmmmm. Glancing at Grigor, you quickly mouthed “play along.” His eyes bright, he nodded at you, and then to the Emperor in agreement.

“Yes! Fucking Y/N is a total disappointment. Remember her place? They’re boring, plain people even when fucking.”

Peter nodded in agreement, his eyes up to the sky as if thinking about the fake experience. Not that it was to think.

“Humph. I…I think you’re right. It was disappointing. Grigor, if you need me to order you a whore, let me know.”

You kept your hand on his and you saw his eyes dart in confusion and realization, his brain thinking a hundred thoughts.

“Please pour me another drink…” you said, holding your cup to a serf.

“Besdies, Catherine…she’s been having all these ideas about art. And I saw a portrait and I…I cried! I fucking cried-can you believe it? I never knew she could..could even make me feel like that!”

As you left the chambers, you squeezed his hand. Both of you let out a breath and continued some nervous laughter until you were both home.

“That was brilliant!” He praised, sinking in relief in the chair. There was already a fire crackling, drawing warmth into the chilly room.

“I knew he would bring it up, soon. So, I might as well. Now you don’t have to worry about anything…at least for now…” you said with a shrug.

“Oh, but the party tomorrow…you’ll be careful. I think people will be very merry and he might…get carried away…”

“Just give him a galloon a vodka then, he’ll won’t be able to stand.”

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As the party the next night raged on, it struck you that it was Grigor who was well on his way to drinking a gallon of vodka. The rooms glowed yellow orange with all of the candles. Stringed guitars played out dancing tunes with throaty Russian lyrics where although the words were hard to understand, you had to tap your toes. Women walked by with snakes draped over their necks and you stared in frightened awe at the creature, as if in Eden. Your own gown was a pale pink with bows on the stomacher, a ruffled skirt beneath the first one, and you hair done up in flowers and feathers. You even agreed to wear a beauty mark of a small dog on your cheek. Girgor himself had a grey wig and his finest, deep green suit. He eyed plates of vodka, reaching for two small glasses and downing them…and supper would be served in an hour.

You noticed and Empress and Emperor dancing. She swished her pale pink skirt and he twirled in a black skirt, carefree. It was almost like watching a fight, how they were both powerful yet matched each other.”

“Come on, you sad bastards!? Why aren’t you dancing!? Dance! I command you!” Peter cried out in joy.

“Y/N! Y/N- we haven’t danced too much-let’s dance! Dance with me!” Grigor insisted, pulling you further down.

“Grigor, that’s the vodka talking!”

The musicians were warming up for the next piece in the corner.

“I…I don’t know the…” you mumbled in a panic as other couples filled the floor.

“Oh no-just follow me!” He said with a big smile and his face flushed.

Still you ran out with him, mimicking hand movements and your feet trying to keep up with the steps. If you felt him leading you somewhere, you followed. If you sepearted in lines, you kept an eye on him.

“Girgor…do the trick! The trick!” Peter insisted, running up in the middle.

Eyes wide, you saw your husband grab hold of your body.

“Here. Y/N! I can do it- hold on! Jump up.

He lifted you up in his arms and twirled you up, his arms adjusting to hold you up so that he held you up by your legs, your stomach to his face. You could hear him muffling beneath your clothes.

“We need smof practif…”

But Peter laughed and you heard loud applauding as faces turned to look at you. Even George’s own face had a smile, albeit a sad one.

He set you down.

“Let’s try it again, put your leg on my shoulder…now your other leg..ooof! Now, this one is better!”

He lifted you up so high, you realized you were on his shoulders, and emabarrasingly his head was near your crotch. The court applauhded and laughed and huzzahed. It was so fun you almost forgot your fear of being dropped. you laughed as you held onto his shoulders for deaer life, thrilled to see everyone smaller before you. As if they dhrunk or you became a giant. The chandeliers dripping with diamonds were easy to your touch, your fingertips grazed one as Grigor walked in a circle.

“Ha! I knew you could do it good chap!” Peter applauded before asking.

Grigor placed you down with a smile, he placed his hands on your cheeks and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, then his eyes wandered to some vodka and he took another shot.

He was singing as the party ended late in the night. You struggled to support him over your shoulders.

“Grigor…be careful…”

Once you got into the room, Sonya woke up from her nap and barked, jumping at your feet. Staggering, you brought him to your bedchambers.

“Let’s get your clothes off…” you said, pulling his coat off and placing it on the floor.

“You wish to see me naked, you could’ve asked, darling…”

Sighing, you poured the hot water into the golden tub.

“If you don’t bathe, then you’re sleeping with Sonya…”

He leaned down in his shift and breeches to the wagging tail beneath him.

“Oh….hello doggie, cute doggie…good doggie…”

“To bath, Grigor!”

Eventually, you got him to bathe enough to where he didn’t reek of alcohol. Once he dried off, you pushed his breeches onto him.

“None of that tonight with you drunk off your head!”

“Can’t I at least kiss you?” he complained childishly.

“Fine, but it stops at kissing!”

Once you finally settled within your own sheets, legs and feet sore from dancing, you barely put the blankets over you when you felt two large arms wrap themselves around you and hug you tight, pulling you close. He laughed a bit before kissing you on top of your head. You smirked and let him obloge. Then you felt him relax.

“Y/N, I love you….”

You froze solid, your stomach dropping.

“What?”

He took a hand and placed it on your cheek again, before it sloppily fell down.

“Y/N, my sweet angel…I love you…”

Shaking your head, you pulled the covers above you both.

“That’s the vodka talking, now go to sleep….”

He went back to holding you, turning you so that your back was turned to him, you felt and smelt his breath as he kept speaking.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m falling in love with you this minute and…I’m fucking terrified…”

You let his arms settle.

“Don’t wanna…get hurt, get shat on…but every day I’m….falling more in love with you…and it makes me both so happy and scared I could fucking scream…that was why Orlo fucking scared me, and Peter, that wonderful, bastard. I love him, but if he lays a hand on you, I swear to god…”

“Grigor…you need to sleep. You’re drunk. Only time will wear it off.”

Besides, it was better to not get your hopes up.

‘I can’t believe I’m fucking falling in fucking love all over again…never thought after George that I would….never would let myself…thought ”

“But Grigor…you….”

“I’d like to see you…see you happy. See your smiling face before I sleep.”

You gave him a small smile and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Grigor…do you…do you love me….do you really love me…”

You gave him a small smile. He then rolled on his belly, spread like a starfish. He was snoring deeply in minutes.

“Because I think I’m falling in love with you too…” you wanted to say.

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years ago

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khkt 04.10.19 lb

literally 10 secs in and the terrible music is already assaulting me. baksh do, bhaaaaaai. samajh gaye ki kaafi hi gham waala situation hai.

poor sona. having to hear that raima's his top priority and ofc, her mind is assuming the absolute worst.

tera romance phoot gaya toh dusron pe kyun chadh raha hai be????

but lol also, ravi has a terrible tendency to wander off the minute rohit exits the car. you'd think he'd have learned by now.

DID HE SIT BY HER ALL NIGHT HOLDING HER HAND???? THAT FEELS..... ICKY.

TOO INTIMATE!!!!!! TOOOOOO INTIMATE!!!!!!

in a way it's kinda endearing, that they slipped right back into their relationship with the jokes and banter (how you do with an old best friend), but sigh.

oh wow, she asked if he's married. meaning she's aware it's a possibility, even though she's joking.

lol him catching her up on bollywood gossip.

"tum bhi chod do apni actress ko."

ohhhhhhhh boy.

her tattoo's changed colours and fonts again.

now that she's not being shrieky and overbearing, i'm feeling reallllllly bad for raima. if it makes you feel any better sis, he really did wait for all these years, yeh toh bas kal-parso ki baat hai.

ohhhhhhhh boy. “i love you” ka reaction prem aggan waala fardeen waala de raha hai.

"me too."

which is true. he does love her; and always will. he's just not IN LOVE with her anymore.

coma main thi, but hai abhi bhi badi tezzzzz.

"professionally. dost hai."

YOU ASSHOLE.

yeah i'd just warmed up to raima and her nonsense grudge against sonakshi resurfaced and i'm side-eyeing her again.

lmao savere savere sumit ke nakhre shuru.

is sumit smarter than he looks? coz he's questioning the logic of itv, like the rest of us.

sonakshi just doesn't have the energy to deal with one more pissy man-baby today.

ouff raima, you've already made up your mind about sonakshi, why are you simply poking to get more material to validate your assumption?

OH GOD THIS NISHI'S SAAS IS THE ONE I HATE THE MOST IN THIS SHOW RN.

i am rohit, rohit is me.

lmaooooooooo press conference bulao it seems. i'd like to see naren's reaction to that.

this aunty toh full time wants to see siyaapa only. lady, bigg boss has started again, can't you just get your vicarious kicks from that???? ghar mein kalesh machaana zaroori hai???

ok i'm sick of her and fwding.

it's annoying, but raima's not wrong to ask these questions. she has a gut feeling that something's up, and she absolutely has the right to know. i just fucking hate rohit for being dishonest under the guise of "concerned" and deceiving her. he's not even sugarcoating it or anything, just outright fucking lying.

ok i wouldn't drink that juice sonakshi.

lmaooooo sumit, what are you, a 7 year old with the crush????? you do these things just to get a reaction outta her? aaj react nahi kiya toh itnaaaa concern, ki woh theek toh hai?

lollllllllllll the question marks in his eyes at sona's bhaaaaaari philosophy. bohut haraami hai, but i love himmmm yaar.

lmao sumit legit like:

does sumit have a crush on raima??????????/ isn't he married!???

“rohit ki ex...... raima rohit ki girlfriend hai.”

two very disappointed people here about that development.

lol "ab main tumhara parvati waala dialogue samajh gaya."

omg is sumit gonna be an agent of mata rani for sonakshi??????? lmaooooo i can't.

i can't fucking believe i like sumit as a person, more than rohit rn.

srsly, raima's almost endearing when she's not being loud/hyper and/or bitching about sonakshi.

ouff auntyji ka dialogue coma mein bhi same, coma se nikaalne ke baad bhi same.

who is this ever-elusive baba of raima's????

ugh whatever aunty, dafa ho pls.

oh boy, raima is lapetofying herself over rohit. and he is veryyyyyyyyyyy uncomfortable. and not just coz of the open door.

phew. thank god for ajit.

lying through his teeth to gtfo. ajit ably playing along.

god i really feel bad for raima, she trusts him so much. MEN ARE SUCH FUCKING TRASH, DUDE. HASN'T SHE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH, THAT YOU'RE FUCKING HER OVER LIKE THIS ALSO??????????

parvati's dialogues kaafi pertinent to sona's irl.

uh, hi rohit.

WTF MAN. THE FUCKING DISRESPECT. HE JUST WALKED INTO AN ACTIVE SHOT AND IS LIKE I NEED TO TALK???? AND YOU'LL COMPENSATE????? WHO THE FUCK WANTS YOUR BLOODY COMPENSATION??? HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF SHE SAUNTERED INTO YOUR OT MID-SURGERY INSISTING ON A CONVERSATION???? AND THREW MONEY AT THE PERSON LYING OPEN ON THE TABLE SAYING YEH LE COMPENSATION???? THE FUCKING ARROGANCE, I SWEAR TO GOD.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SUMIT'S FACE. I AM LIVING FOR HIM TODAY.

nethra is like my god i rue the day my girl met this rat bastard, har roz yahaan pe aa dhamakta hai aur kpk se bhi zyaada voltage waala drama macha deta hai.

idea: nethra, why don't you just film this irl stuff happening here and sell it???? bet you it'll rate higher than kpk.

"i belong to her."

sure. that's how healthy adult relationships work.

I HATE HIM SO MUCH. WHY THE FUCK IS HE TALKING HIS FEELINGS OUT LOUD HERE, INSTEAD OF PROPERLY PROCESSING AND CLARIFYING THEM BEFORE COMING HERE AND PUTTING HER THROUGH THE FUCKING RINGER???? SELFISH BASTARD.

"tum chaaho toh main tumhaari achchi dost ban sakti hoon."

SONA I LOVE YOU, BUT I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU ARE A FUCKING DUMBASS.

what. the. fuck. this fucker does not deserve this kinda validation and undying affection from one, let alone TWO ladies.

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great, raima either did something impulsive/had a health complication develop thanks to “the truth”, didn’t she????

#kahaan hum kahaan tum #khkt lbs #episode liveblogs

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stanathieluris · 7 years ago

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The night Richie Tozier almost died

summary: in an attempt to cheer up Bev, Richie takes her and Stan to the roof during a house-party and things get Emotional.

author’s notes: characters are aged up (17/18 years old)

warnings: underage drinking, swearing

this took me an embarrasing amount of time to write i am so sorry... anyway, as i said before, english is not my first language so my writing can sound kinda off. if you squint you might see a bit of stenborough. enjoy! like! reblog! comments and feedback is v welcomed!

read part one here where Eddie blabbers about Richie and Bill is just #done with his oblivious friend

At exactly 1:47 a.m. of a very warm May friday night, Richie Tozier almost died.

And while he loved to tell the story in such a dramatic way, starting it with the sentence “Hey guys remember the party I almost died?”, the events didn’t happen in such manner.

The whole ordeal started when he saw his best friend, Beverly Marsh, crying in the kitchen floor of some kid that didn’t even like him or his friends. To be completely honest, they had crashed the party, being that the only way they had managed to get in any the past year.

The girl wasn’t bawling, but Richie knew her enough to know when something wasn't entirely okay with his fiery partner in crime.

“Bev, hey Bev, you okay there?” he asked, crouching so he could meet her eyes. Her face was buried on her hands, and despite the havoc wrecking around them, Richie could hear her sobbing.

“Beverly” he insisted, grabbing her hands gently. The girl looked at him with her translucent blue eyes, red-tinted and stained with black eyeliner “Hey, hey, Bevvie, girl, dude, buddy, you okay?”.

“Yeah, yeah” she mutters “It’s just, I was with Stan and he left to get… I don’t even fucking remember where he went… And I was alone and Greta and her fucking bitches came up to me and, shit, I know I shouldn’t let them get to me, but they were saying bad thing about you guys too and I just-”.

“Hey, Marsh, list- no listen” Richie interrupted the nervous blabbering of his friend “I know it fucking sucks letting Greta get to you, but don’t worry, you can’t help it if she’s a dumbass”.

Bev chuckled and freed one of her hands to wipe the tears from her eyes, smearing the black eyeliner even more, yet smiling.

“Tell you what, I brought my mom’s flask, wanna find Stan, sneak onto the roof, take some shots and talk some shit about them?” he asked with a half smile.

“You always know the way to my heart Trashmouth” Bev chuckled.

“Then let's go find Uris, Marshmallow” he said, standing up and offering the girl his han.

Bev rolled her eyes at the nickname, but smiled and took it.

"Fucking top that Uris!".

Bev had downed her fourth shot and looked straight into Stan's eyes. She drunk-giggled as she dropped onto the roof, sprawled, next to Richie.

"Way to fucking go Marsh!" the Trashmouth cheered, putting his arm around her shoulders and clearly not in a better state than the girl. He was the one who had taken the most shots out of the three of them, but, in Stan's words 'it isn't fun if you aren't a shitty lightweight like me'.

"Gimme that Beverly" Stan snached the flask, halfway through already, and took a long sip. The rum burned his throat but he didn't care.

"So" Bev started, dropping her head onto Richie’s lap "who are we dissing tonight?".

It was very common for the three of them, whenever they hanged out to gossip and complain about all the people who either bullied them or were straight up dumbasses at Derry High School. And the list wasn't by any means short.

"Oh my god let me start" Stan said, sitting cross-legged gracefully in front of his friends. Richie was surprised his friend still had that panache and flourished movements even when drunk.

"Spill! Spill! Spill!" Bev chanted, her face all smile and giggles. Richie was glad she wasn't crying anymore, he didn’t like when she had to go through stuff like that by herself.

"Remember Tommy whatshisname? Big dude, baseball team, blond hair?".

"Larson?" Richie asked

"Straight as a nail?" Bev added.

Stan snapped his fingers "Bingo. Well, guess who Bill caught staring at his ass last practice?".

"Oh my god" Bev laughed, almost delighted "Oh my God! Shut up".

"No fucking way" Richie exclaimed, joining the fit of laughter of the girl.

"Are you sure that Bill wasn't imagining things?" Bev asked, her words slurring.

"Who the fuck said I was done Beverly?" Stan smirked at his two friends.

"Drop the full name Stanley" she bit back. He winked at her.

"I also told Bill that he might be imagining things. I mean" he scoffed "you are in a locker room, it's a small space, full of boys, changing clothes, showering, ..." he drifted off, a light blush creeping on his cheeks.

"Uris! Focus!" Richie exclaimed, snapping his fingers and bringing him back to the real world “Holy fucking shit, I forgot how gay you get thinking about the baseball team".

"Not the whole baseball team" Bev smirked.

“Shut the fuck up you asshats” Stan brushed them off, but the blush from his face didn’t fade.

“Oh my god Rich, he’s blushing a fuck lot”.

“He indeed is my fair lady” the Trashmouth laughed, his fake cockney accent coming out slurred and disastrous.

“Whatever, I won’t tell you the end of the story then” Stan mumbled “It kinda concerns you Tozier”.

“Please tell me Larson asked for Richie’s number” Bev smiled widely.

Richie started to laugh, rolling on his side, his body approaching the edge of the roof precariously.

“I mean” Bev liked the little devious smile on Stans face as he talked “he asked Bill for a number, but not Richie’s”

The other boy lifted his head to look at his friend in the eyes, but before the Trashmouth could ask anything, Stan spoke.

“He asked for Eddie’s”.

Everything happened quite fast. One moment Richie was laying on the roof and the next he was standing up. Sort of. The alcohol had payed his toll on him and although he managed to get on his feet at the speed of light, he lost his balance and tilted backwards over the edge of the roof. His stomach flipped as he felt gravity pulling him backwards, but thankfully, two pairs of hands fell on him, Bev’s at his knees and Stan’s grabbing his hoodie.

“Fucking ass!” Stan bellowed, pulling him forward.

Richie fell on top of the other boy, and the both of them stumbled onto Bev, forming a very awkward pile.

“Tozier what the actual fuck!” Stan exclaimed.

“Holy shit don’t need to scream on my ear Uris”.

“You deserve it! For being a clumsy asshat!”.

“Richie what the hell! You could’ve fallen off the fucking roof”. Bev said, shoving the two boys off of her.

“Yeah dude, what’s gotten into you?” Stan asked, knowing the answer already.

Richie dumbly opened his mouth, closed it and opened again, but he was unable to give a direct answer.

“Did Bill gave Tommy Eddie’s number” Richie asked innocently. Was the night getting hotter or it was just him?

“Tozier, your crush is showing” Bev laughed, her worried expression long gone.

“What?! Me? A crush? On Eddie Spaghetti out of all people?” he scoffed, the red tint of his cheeks becoming more prominent. Yep, definitely just him. “What are blabbering about? I don’t have a crush on him? Why would I?”.

Bev and Stan gave Richie amused looks as he sputtered a cascade of excuses, but he realised his attempts to deny his feelings towards the hypochondriac were fruitless. He groaned and dropped backwards, still too close to the edge of the roof.

“C’mon Rich, you seriously can’t believe that we, out of all the Losers, wouldn’t notice” Bev said rolling her eyes.

“Not like the rest haven’t figured it out” Stan muttered. Bev smacked him in the back of the head “Jeez Bev”.

“And here I thought I was being sneaky” Richie sighed.

“Yeeeeah, people usually don’t gush about their best friend like you do” Stan laughed.

“Or look at him from the distance like he has hung all the stars in the sky” Bev added.

“Or sigh oh-so-dreamy in class staring at him”.

“Or, you know, stare at his ass like, all the time”.

“Or…”

“Okay!” Richie exclaimed “Holy fuck guys you make me sound like I am in love with him or something”.

There was a heavy pause, Stan and Bev staring at him brows arched.

“Whatever! So what, I think Eds is cute! Fucking sue me!” he exclaimed “Not that it matters honestly”.

“What do you mean Rich?” Bev asked.

“It’s just” he started, but groaned again, words getting stuck on his throat “Ugh! It’s nothing Bev, it’s shit, it doesn’t matter”.

Stan and the girl stared at their friend. The moment would’ve been full of uncomfortable silence if it wasn’t for the roaring laughters and ridiculously loud music from the party. Without saying a word, Bev crawled towards her friend, her movements slow and clumsy from the alcohol, and lied next to him. Stan looked at them before doing the same.

“You can talk to us Rich, ya know that right?” Bev spoke softly, making Richie smile. He held her hand and she squeezed ot reassuringly.

“Yeah, what Marsh said” Stan added, grabbing awkwardly the boy’s free hand. The Trashmouth half-scoffed half-laughed. He knew Stan spoke more through actions than words.

“I know guys it’s just…” he drifted again, the knot of his throat growing “I really like him”.

“Yeah no shit” he practically could hear the eye-roll on Stans comment “Ouch! No need for kicking Marsh”.

“Zip it Uris” she said “If you like him, tell him Rich” her tone softened and gave Richie another reassuring squeeze.

“That’s fucking easier said than done Bev” the boy sighed “He might, and he’ll probably, say no anyway”.

“Why would he say no dumbass?” Stan asked.

“Because I’m shit! Because, I don’t know, he can fucking do way better than the shitty no-good school punk!” he rambled, unable to stop “Someone with better parents and better grades and better plans for the future and clothes that aren’t ripped at every goddamn seam! Like, have you seen my jeans lately? They’re motherfucking trash! It’s embarrassing to wear them to school”.

His voice breaked the more he talked, and both Bev and Stan decided to ignore the half-sob that was forming of their friend’s voice.

“I’m like, white trash, and he deserves someone that has more than love to offer” he croaked, feeling truly pathetic.

It happened suddenly and Richie felt even more like crying. Both Stan and Bev wrapped their arms as best they could around him and held on tight. They stood there for a couple of minutes, feeling the vibrations from downstairs rumble on their backs.

“Never” Stan voice break the silence “Like, fucking ever, say that about yourself. I will beat you to fucking pieces with my binoculars if I ever hear you’re talking shit about yourself Richard Tozier”.

Richie chuckled, and more tears threatened to come out of his eyes. Hell, his glasses were already fogged, but he didn’t want to let go of his friends to clean them.

“Yeah” Bev muttered, sniffling “What Uris said”.

“Oh my god Bevvie, don’t cry” Richie said “If you cry imma start crying too”.

“Jesus fuck, we are getting way too emotional for being the stone-cold bitches of these god forsaken town”.

“You are the only one of us that looks like you’ve got a stick up your ass Uris” Bev joked.

“I bet he wished he had other thing up his ass” Richie added.

“And here I was, reassuring you and you pay me back by being a dick” Stan muttered.

They broke into light laugher again, the three of them teary eyed and holding onto each other as if they life depended on it. Lying there, Richie breathed every single aspect he could from that moment. Like the way Bev drew small circles on his knuckles. Or how Stan was still holding tightly to his hoodie, as if he was going to fall again off the roof. The way their feet intertwined, polished shoes, beat up sneakers and combat boots mixed together. The faded stars he could see through his misty glasses. How Stan’s curls tickled him on the cheek, the same way Bev’s breathing did on the nape of his neck. He felt like time itself had stopped.

“Rich” Bev softly spoke.

“Yeah Marsh?” he asked

“Ask Eddie out”.

“But-”.

“No but’s asshat” Stan scoffed “just do it”.

“But-”.

“I said no but’s!”.

“-what if he says no?”.

Kinda unlikely Bev wanted to say.

“Then he loses the best dumbass in Derry”.

“Jeez, thanks Stan”.

“No prob”.

Richie laughs, holding them even little bit tighter.

“Guys” Bev interjects “I don’t want to break The Moment, but we are literally an inch away from falling off the roof”.

The boys laughed, and moved away from the edge.

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sanny-chan5 · 6 years ago

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Getting to know me :D

1. What is you middle name? I don’t have one. I think this question is thought for American people, because almost all of them have one, right? 2. How old are you? 23. 3. When is your birthday? March 2. 4. What is your zodiac sign? Piscis <3 5. What is your favorite color? Sweet, light pink 💗 6. What’s your lucky number? 13, surprisingly, but not my fav one. 7. Do you have any pets? No. 8. Where are you from? Spain. 9. How tall are you? 1’56-7 m. 10. What shoe size are you? Ummm, it depends on the shoes, but 37-8 normally. 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? About 10 or so. 12. What was your last dream about? Me peacefully talking with a kid while he draws in class. 13. What talents do you have? I think I can read people’s feelings and reflect about human’s condition pretty well. I can also draw in manga style (not a pro, though, but I love it). 14. Are you psychic in any way? Yes LOL. 15. Favorite song? “Stay the Same”, by Mai-K <3 16. Favorite movie? This one is difficult af, I don’t think I have one yet. 17. Who would be your ideal partner? WOW. Like… idk??? Someone really dreamy and encouraging. Empathetic, I don’t ask for him to understand me, but VALIDATING me/my values/ideals is a must. 18. Do you want children? Yes :) 19. Do you want a church wedding? No… I prefer a “castle” wedding. I’m very romantic in that aspect and, well, dreaming is free :’) 20. Are you religious? Not really… but I’m very spiritual/intrinsec and I respect everyone’s religious believings as long as they’re not dangerous for someone else. 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes. Not like hospitalized, but I have been there. 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Never, not really planning to. 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? If a voice actor of my country ora n idol counts, yes :’) 24. Baths or showers? Baths, so relaxing <3 25. What color socks are you wearing? A brownish-pink colour J 26. Have you ever been famous? No, not that I’m planning to. 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? NO. 28. What type of music do you like? Many different kinds, but pop and j-pop anime songs are my favourite and what I listen to daily. 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Umm, nope. 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? A big one <3 (so comfy >-<) 31. What position do you usually sleep in? Either cudlle up like a burrito roll or spread up lol. 32. How big is your house? Not so much. We had a BIG chalet before but lost it because of the crisis. Now my family and I live in an ordinary, cutely little, flat <3. 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cola-cao with cereals/toasts with butter and jam. Ñaaam 😋 34. Have you ever fired a gun? NO. Again, not that I want to… 35. Have you ever tried archery? No, but I’d like to try it al least once. I’d probably suck at it though 😂 36. Favorite clean word? Mm… don’t know D: Probably a cute japanese one ‘cause otaku life (2 dedos). 37. Favorite swear word? Whoa, I don’t think I should answer this xD 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? A whole night, and I don’t recomend anyone, honestly. 39. Do you have any scars? A tiiiiny one on my knee, but nothing serious as to name it “scar”, I guess (children’s playful life c:) 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Uumm… I don’t know, maybe? I had a guy who told me he had been trying to find me for 6 years after I moved the first time, but hat only got me scared, so… xD 41. Are you a good liar? NO. OMG no x’DD But I treasure that about me, you freaking dirty society :c 42. Are you a good judge of character? YES. Usually I am. 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I suppose, but I don’t know if I imitate them well or not though ^^’ Sorry for that u.u 44. Do you have a strong accent? No. Not that I think. 45. What is your favorite accent? Uffff. In my country there are so many accents I like. The Andalusian one, the one of Extremadura… xD don’t know if those count. 46. What is your personality type? Type, like, in MBTI? INFP 💙🧡💚💗💖 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Umm, I don’t remember… 48. Can you curl your tongue? I think I can’t xD 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie xD I don’t get why, but I feel awkward about this x’DD 50. Left or right handed? Right-handed. 51. Are you scared of spiders? YES. Any insect really. 52. Favorite food? Don’t have ONE, but my favourite ones are “mixed” food (sorry, I don’t know how to name them, but I refer to foods made with a great amount of ingredients: paella, Spain stew, Russian salad, rice with lobster or Chinish fried rice) I’m seriously getting hungry now x). 53. Favorite foreign food? CHINESE FRIED RICE (“Arroz 3 delicias” in spanich, if you know what I mean :’)) 54. Are you a clean or messy person? Cleanly messy?. I can find anything in my own mess and I feel good about it. Though I can’t stand other people’s mess, I guess I just feel control over my mess (?). 55. Most used phrased? I don’t know really D’: “How can this be so cute?!!”? 56. Most used word? Kawaii. I love all fluffy, cute characters, persons, animals, objects, moments or whatever thing it is. Sorry, not sorry. 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 30-40 min. normally. 58. Do you have much of an ego? Not an arrogant ego, but I totally respect everyone’s honour because I hate feeling humiliated. And I have a say in that… 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck them then bite them? 60. Do you talk to yourself? YES. Sorry not sorry. It helps organazing your mind. 61. Do you sing to yourself? ALSO YES. I sing every single of the day, practically xD I’m usually at home, listening to music in my PC.

62. Are you a good singer? As I said, I enjoy it, but I don’t sing well, so I’m not doing this publicly if it’s not with people I trust, and even then...

63. Biggest Fear? To die alone not prepared for it as I realice I didn’t live my way. And to be constantly critized by society. Why can’t I live my life freely?! 64. Are you a gossip? I hate it but like the 80% of my whole family is. So many times it’s very difficult not to be. I hate criticisms and don’t feel well recieving so I don’t want to be like this. I’m working about it now :c 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Mmm… don’t remember L 66. Do you like long or short hair? Both. I have it shoulder-leight right now :D 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? No xD Not good with geography… if it’s Japan, then… 😝 68. Favorite school subject? Music/art. I enjoyed Language too. But my favourite ever was PHILSOPHY. 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert. INFP, remember? ^^ 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No, but I’d love it too! :D I’m afraid of sharks, though, not sure if that’s actually a problem… (think) 71. What makes you nervous? SO. MANY. THINGS. I’m a little too much shy, so formalities/awkward social situations are the worst… terror and scary things, not feeling confident… normal things, I guess. It’s pretty easy to make me jump out of fright LOL 72. Are you scared of the dark? Only if I’m alone and not feeling well. 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Yes… sorry about that :c I like being corrected if I need to, though, so feel free to tell me so that I can improve myself J 74. Are you ticklish? OMG. I don’t want to answer this xD Yes, but it’s embarrasing. Shhh… >-< 75. Have you ever started a rumor? No. I’ve never thought about it, but they usually turn bad/worse, o… I don’t feel like hurting someone else’s feelings just ‘cause I can, thank you very much. 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Yes, as a Preschool Teacher on practics, only J Though I’m not good with authority stuff xD 77. Have you ever drank underage? NO. Still don’t, and I don’t plan to, at least for the moment. 78. Have you ever done drugs? NO. Same as before. 79. Who was your first real crush? A high-school classmate. I’ve not fallen in love since then, btw. 80. How many piercings do you have? None. 81. Can you roll your Rs? Yes, I’m Spanish, so I’ll think of this as if I’m good with other languages’ diction. Yes, I am x) 82. How fast can you type? I guess fast enough? 83. How fast can you run? Not much, I guess. Never good with P.E. :’) 84. What color is your hair? Brown. 85. What color is your eyes? Greenish brown (?) 86. What are you allergic to? I don’t know, I never did the allergy tests because our Sanity is so good they never gave me an appointment ot it even if my family asked for it :’) 87. Do you keep a journal? No, but I’d like to. 88. What do your parents do? Jobs? My father’s tiler (?) and my mother “works at home” (I don’t like the “housewife” term). 89. Do you like your age? I… guess? I have had quite a number of existencial crsis already, but I want to enjoy the present and work on as many projects I can in life, so… 90. What makes you angry? MANY THINGS ABOUT THIS WORLD. Ass/arrogant people, cruelty, society giving pressure to our individual needs, … 91. Do you like your own name? Yes J It’s an ordinary one, but not that ordinary, and it’s kinda “beautiful”, I think (?) (like, it sounds good and I like it written too. There are words I just like, and there are researchs about synesthetic people, if you wanna try a look). 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? YES. For a girl, it’ll be Sakura or Hikari. If it’s a boy, I don’t know yet, but might be something related to Luffy, as the name of an Spanish youtuber (Lutffi, and yes he’s aware of the character, and no it wasn’t on purpose lol). I’m a weeb, aren’t I? Sorry ‘bout that >o< 93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? I don’t know. I always wanted a girl, but now I’m starting to like the idea of a couple like siblings… 94. What are you strengths? Emm. I think I have great empathy, are good with psycological aspects and very flexible/open-minded. I like to try new things. 95. What are your weaknesses?Pysic aspects, not good with formalities and kinda socially awkward… I’m not a good at organizing (but I’m getting better) nor with routines… 96. How did you get your name? My mother named me? xD 97. Were your ancestors royalty? No, I don’t think so xD. And NO, I don’t want to :( 98. Do you have any scars? What? Again? It’s a mistake, right? :o 99. Color of your bedspread? Many bright colors xD (light, not “shiny” though) 100. Color of your room? Purple and light pink.

PD: Sorry, I’m not really an interesting peroson, but I can’t help sharing this tests, I love doing them x)

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uhhhyaenbyjade · 4 years ago

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YA'LL I GOT AN IDEA!!!!

Tell me your best Waffle House story! I'll go first!

Aight, so this one Waffle House I went to with my dad for dinner after we were working on his construction site. It had three people staffed, an old white lady in the back room making waffle batter or something, and then a black woman and a black man. And they were gossiping the whole time, right! Apparently there was this one employee who left or something, and the white old woman just kept saying that over and over again, with a "I can't believe she just left". I swear, I'm sitting at the bar table with my dad, and we hear the lady say it at least 15 times. And every single time, the black woman would groan loudly and respond: "yes I know she left you don't gotta keep saying it!" That was mildly entertaining, and it grew as ot kept happening because she got louder and more exasperated in each one. Then towards the last few times before we left the House, the black man did something that made us lose out shit even tho we didnt understand what it was at the time. He mimed fishing the black woman in, and we all just bust out laughing except for the two women. Just, kept doing it again and again, and it was funny af.

#waffle house #waffle house stories

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dirt-goth · 7 years ago

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paul-patts-blog · 7 years ago

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all for my boyfriends (why am i not dating any of your women?)

no women for u.

BERLIOZ

☾ - sleep headcanon-- berlioz rarely sleeps in the nude. even after sex, he gets cold and has to grab a shirt and boxers. many times he has managed to sweet talk simba into doing it so he can stay curled in the covers.

★ - sad headcanon- ugh his entire demeanor?? there r just so many

☆ - happy headcanon- ber has learned a lot of life skills the past two years, like laundry, grocery shopping, vacuuming-- even cooking! tbh he has grown to really like coming over to help nounou prepare dinner since he does that (or did that) with simba.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon- ber’s anger is cold and sharp. he is not a physical guy but knows how to say like the perfect brutal thing. dem bonfamilles yo.

✿ - Sex headcanon- ber is nasty. UHHHH. ber never went down on a girl and probably never will lolololol

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon- as a young broody teen, ber literally made a KEEP OUT sign that he put on his doorknob at all times. it was mostly for marie tbh who terrorized him and his stuff

♡ - romantic headcanon- ber literally can’t look at a rose without thinking of simba and also simba’s aunt who has a rose farm. for the rest of his life, that’s what he’ll think about.

♥ - family headcanon- hector was the person who bought berlioz his first david bowie album and on the day bowie died-- ber actually texted his dad and they had a CALL about it. it’s one of the only things they have in common.

☮ - friendship headcanon- ber is literally the best friend u can have ok if u get him on ur side he’s one of those who will ride or die, offer to bury the body, etc.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon- he really likes MAPS. whenever he goes to a new city he picks up the city map and keeps it. his desk is like fuuuull of maps. i’m sure lou has gotten him like old, antique maps before that he has in frames.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon- likes really long plane rides, longer the better, loves airplane food, loves the whole nine yards / dislikes any gossip or reality tv show it like literally makes him SO mad like he can’t watch dance moms or keeping up with the kardashians he gets /upset/ bc ppl are so /mean/ and /stupid/ and he hates it

▼ - childhood headcanon- would wake up early to watch pokemon his one exception to the sleep until noon rule.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon- ber will be that old man busting out beautiful piano pieces in random places bc he will have lost all his fucks by then

♒ - cooking/food headcanon- wow can my above one with nounou count-- uhhh he is in charge of cutting veggies.

☼ - appearance headcanon- ber is the type of boy to never take off his concert wristbands. sometimes he picks at them and they get ripped up and nasty and eventually they fall off.

ൠ - random headcanon- i am bad at these uuuuuh ber once sang the pina colada song to simba when he was drunk outta his brain and simba probably captured a good 80 percent on video.

◉ - Any other question of your choosing- idk im uncreative

HADES

☾ - sleep headcanon- hades has discovered that listening ot books on tape helps him get to sleep!

★ - sad headcanon- uh that his mum didn’t leave a goodbye note

☆ - happy headcanon- uhhh once opal saved up her money and took hades and persephone out to the movies and then they had ice cream!!! and that was the closet thing to a holiday that hades had as a child oh this god sad again

☠ - angry/violent headcanon- he used his ghost powers on his grandfather to like smash his grandfather’s head into the kitchen counter after he said something Truly Rude and knocked him out and seph was scared and crying and he had to call the ambulance and tbh he was very scared and felt guilty these r all sadder than my sad headcanon

�� - Sex headcanon- goes down on belle at every opportunity bc he has a control kink (also does fantasize about her going down on him boy just likes oral sex)

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon- hades room is immaculate. he makes his bed every single day and washes his sheets once a week. or he did now he lives in hell and its SO DUSTY and he does all the dusting,

♡ - romantic headcanon- uh lmao fuck uh. hades version of romance is having belle practice the debate questions with him.

♥ - family headcanon- opal taught both her kids to read and do arithmetic before their peers and that’s why the acherons r smart alecks

☮ - friendship headcanon- hades now plays words with friends with belle AND lou. wow. so popular.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon- hades organizes the cereals in the pantry by alphabetical order. and the spices. and soups. basically anything that can be organized he likes having systems ok.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon- blackjack and really gambling in general tbh he’s real good at it / dislikes- fried food

▼ - childhood headcanon- walked to school no matter the weather bc people on the bus would torment seph and though he woulda FOUGHT THEM OFF seph just wanted to avoid it so, he walked her to school

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon- hades is honestly going to have trouble giving up immortality. he’s vain and he doesn’t want to grow old tbh. and bc he’s the ambassador he almost doesnt /have/ to ...

♒ - cooking/food headcanon- hades loves chocolate milk its a sinful indulgence that he probably hid from belle for a long time and tbh he still denies himself chocolate milk a lot like challenges himself to go without chocolate milk for 90 days stupid shit like that everything’s a competition BUT HE LOVES CHOCOLATE MILK SO MUCH

☼ - appearance headcanon- always immaculate. always.

ൠ - random headcanon- hades sometimes refolds belle’s clothes that she folds bc its not good enough, sorry hon,

◉ - Any other question of your choosing-don’t come at me

PAUL

☾ - sleep headcanon- paul’s sleep schedule has long been outta wack, so he usually can only sleep three or four hours before his body gets himself up. normally he goes and gets a glass of water or if it’s a more restless night, he’ll have to read himself back to sleep.

★ - sad headcanon- paul was the one who told his mother that lucas died

☆ - happy headcanon- when the babies were born paul like basically spent the entire day taking pictures of themmm with perdy and he was so so happy and he still has every single picture no matter how terrible the shots

☠ - angry/violent headcanon- paul has a tiny bit of a violent streak in him that he can mostly control, but he does get into fights with other blokes and has thrown stuff when he gets mad.

✿ - Sex headcanon- the first time paul had sex his first words were “holy shit” quickly followed by “sorry” quickly followed by him coming. it was not the most impressive first time.

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon- paul and lucas shared a room and they were around the same size and had lots of the same tastes so they shared everything else too, so often that when lucas died, paul couldn’t remember if certain shirts were his, which albums were his, etc.

♡ - romantic headcanon- paul is the type to write random notes and leave them around the house. he did this for perdy when she was pregnant and some of them had clues that led to OTHERs because he’s extra we know he’s extra

♥ - family headcanon- the patts family is rarely all in one place, but they always congregate for one thing: football in the spot. unless paul’s mom is having a bad time, even she’ll come down.

☮ - friendship headcanon- though roger is certainly his best friend, harry is his oldest friend-- knowing him since they were both wee lads in primary school around 6 or 7 years old. they tried out for the football team together.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon- paul actually knows how to brew his own beer! he learned his from johnny, who is a beer connoisseur and like makes his own types and swears he’s gonna get rich of them (probably never will) but Paul used to help Johnny with the whole process and they’d organize like ‘tasting’ parties which-- was just a bunch of men getting very drunk and playing card games tbh.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon- shopping for new clothes, he always feels so fancy and rich / grocery shopping nothing could be more boring and he usually impulse buys like more beer and sweets than he needs lol

▼ - childhood headcanon- paul broke his arm when he was 8 after falling out of a tree and into the shrubbery. he was trying to hide from simon who had just got a new paintball gun and wanted to use paul as his target practice !!!

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon- paul is gonna be the old guy who thinks he’s “cool” and “hip” and will like do the line dances and idk probably pick up a mid-life crisis hobby like SKIING thats dangerous but makes him feel “alive.”

♒ - cooking/food headcanon- his mother makes the most amazing cinnamon hot cocoa. whenever he’s sad, it’s what he craves, to him, sadness tastes and smells like cinnamon.

☼ - appearance headcanon- paul loves getting ready for events. he and perdy would spend an equal amount deciding on outfits and doing their hair and shit he just-- feels so goddamn fancy.

ൠ - random headcanon- paul lets edith read all his stories. she is the only one. she still gets emailed drafts. this is because edith hates reading, so if edith likes something, he knows that it’s good.

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

#SO LONG #MEME #ABOUT #PAUL #HADES #BER #doctor-sweet

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tieflinglich · 8 years ago

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Get To Know The Blogger!!!

tagged by @sapphicattack TY!!

LAST

1) Drink: iced coffee

2) Phone call: to my sister to ask for.... coffee.

3) Text message: a picture of jumbo sized playing cards which followed a series of emojis

4) Song listened to: aw heck man im Pretty Sure it was some weeby shit

5) Time you cried: Incredibly Recently, lemme just say that

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated somebody twice: ive barely dated anyone lmao

7) Been cheated on: nope!!! thank heck

8) Kissed someone and regretted it: yes yes Yessssss

9) Lost someone special: if you mean loss in a more general sense than Hell Fuck Yes

10) Been depressed: thumbs up emoji for days

11) Gotten drunk and puked: uh. debatable? i drank a bit too much vodka and had a little bit come up but that mightve been unfortunate biological happenings which popped up as well so probably a yes?

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Pink!

13) Gold

14) Orange??? like an orange-ish red. Sanguine.

IN THE LAST YEAR YOU HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends: yes!!

16) Fallen out of love: ive fallen out of affection at the very least

17) Laughed until you cried: oh my god yes, its the best kind of laugh tbh

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: last i heard someone was gossiping about me was like high school man. i would hope that im enough of an Uninteresting Person that ppl dont really pay me much mind like that.

19) Met someone who changed your life: shruggo. id say no bc most folks like that i met Sadly before the one year mark

20) Found out who your true friends are: ᕙ( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )ᕗ

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: bro i kissed like one person on my facebook and thats the One Time I Regret

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends: probably abt a hundred at a generous estimate bc most of it is familial ties tbh

23) Pets: one!!! i put pictures of him all over instagram lmao

24) Want to change your name: i dont get why this is in how many/much. how many times i wanted ot change my name? legally, Loads!! socially? a few times but im pretty good with Jack.

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday: i got a package of pierogis and Midnight on dvd, plus some hair dye and a pillow with the cool sequins on it that changes color with the direction you move them. its black and has like. iridescent colors on the other side that reminds me of a peacock and i LOVE IT.

26) Time I woke up: about nine-thirty, but i didnt get outta bed till noon.

27) Were you doing at midnight: i was like ten tabs into the bleach wiki

28) Can’t you wait for: HOPEFULLY BEING ABLE TO VISIT FRIENDS IN APRIL

29) Was the last time you saw your mom: a few minutes ago

30) Was something you wish you could change about your life: oH bOY

31) Are you listening to right now: silence because the last episode of TAZ just ended and i forgot to put on the new one

32) Gets on your nerves: when you need to eat and you remember you need to eat and go downstairs for food but forget in the middle of looking for food what you were doing and go back upstairs but then remember like two hours later that you needed food

33) Talked to a person named Tom: i knew a man with a sculpted chest named tom from like. deviantart that i added on facebook i think and i dont know if we’ve ever talked but that was back from like middle/high school era so.......

34) Is your most visited website: tombl

35) Elementary school/primary school: i went to Two of them and the second one is why i hate the song Danger Zone

36) High School: i remember watching madoka magica till i had to run to class at noon and it was a truly Magical time

37) College: i miss having a cool and dark little bed nook..............

38) Hair colour: red! bleached and dyed a few months ago, tried to redye it recently.

39) Long/short hair: the front is about shoulder length, the back is about just touchign the neck.

40) Crush: weeps

41) Do you like about yourself: -

42) Piercings: snakebites!

43) Blood type: bro i dont even know

44) Nickname: artichoke fetish child, vodka dad, The Jack

45) Relationship status: single

46) Zodiac: Pisces

47) Pronouns: he/they

48) Favourite show: i mean i still like Steven Universe

49) Tattoos: FLEXES ARMS. I WISH........

50) Left or right handed: right!!

FIRST

51) Surgery: My leg! My lehhhhhhhg!!!!

52) Piercings: lower lip

53) Best friend: uhhhhhhhhh good pal named who actually got me Super into drawing, storytelling, and roleplaying!!

54) Sport: i think it was soccer for a few years

55) Vacation: Orlando!!!! or Mississippi??

56) Pair of shoes: tiny kid shoes???? i guess?????

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: nothing!!

58) Drinking: n... nothing.....

59) I am about to: read more wiki articles or Draw

60) Listening to: The Adventure Zone: Petals to the Metal!!!!!

61) Waiting for: WHERE IS SLOANE I LOVE SLOANE

62) Want to see: my friends!!

63) Want to get married: yeah sure! one day, eventually?

64) Career: ive never even had a job yet b r o

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/kisses: both

66) Lips/eyes: i mean i like/notice..... lips more........

67) Taller/shorter: i like taller but EVERYONE I KNOW IS TALLER AND ITS HELL. MY FRIENDS ARE ALL GIANTS.

68) Younger/older: older, even if its by just a few months.

69) Romantic/spontaneous: i mean. i really like a planned-out event but that can Sometimes happen on the fly........ ish............................... mmmm

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: these arent really things ive ever thought about. lots of stomachs are nice if you can See Them but like. i guess i shoudl say i am Weak for Muscle.

71) Sensitive/loud: i mean, you can be sensitive and loud. why not both?

72) Hookup/relationship: relationship

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: ive never committed a crime but i enjoy being spontaneous as opposed to finding someone who is just as awkwardly hesitant as i am.........

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger: no but i got kissed by one lmao

75) Drank hard liquor: my name is vodka dad

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: i have LOST THEM SO MUCH and then panicked only to find them sitting on my FUCKING DESK

77) Turned someone down: i mean. i havent really been asked?? so i dont think so???

78) Canoodling on a first date: i dont know what canoodling means but ive never actually been on a Date so no.

79) Broken someone’s heart: not that i know

80) Had your own heart broken: hahahahaa

81) Been arrested: no

82) Cried when someone died: i honestly do not remember

83) Fallen for a friend: shhhHHH

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: no

85) Miracles: i swear to god i was about to make a Stupid Reference but ye

86) Santa Claus: i am santa

87) Kisses on a first date: ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿????????? do you mean for me or for others bc that doesnt seem like a situation id be in and also dont tell other people how to date

88) Angels: poses dramatically

89) Love at first sight: lmao nah mate

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: i mean i got a few names

91) Eye colour: dark brown

92) Favourite movie: i really like Kiki’s Delivery Service

ayyyyyyyyyy idk who to tag. do this if you want??? i guess?????

#about me #it took me forever to get to this.......................

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