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purplesurveys · 1 year

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The detail survey!

You should answer all the questions with detail.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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girlsgonemildblog · 3 years

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Still Not the Worst Thing She's Worn - Emily in Paris, Episode 9 Recap

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The episode opens with a shot of a bar in Chicago, full of people pouring champagne all over themselves, celebrating the Cubs winning the World Series. It then turns into an advertisement for Champère, and the screen enlarges to show us that Emily is pitching the idea to her coworkers. Now, if you follow baseball, you know that the Cubs last won the World Series in 2016 (and before that, the last time was 1908). This show takes place in 2020 when the Cubs did not make it past the first round of the playoffs. This is all to say that this must have been rough to watch for Chicago Cubs fans and as a bitter Phillies fan, I find that funny.

Anyway, Emily does her pitch. She seems to have ditched the “a bottle to sip, a bottle to spray” tag line in favor of “extravagance accessible.” I prefer the old one. Sylvie thinks the entire concept is tacky, and she’s not necessarily wrong. We also learn in this scene that Sylvie is ignoring Antoine’s calls. While I like that she’s cutting him out of her life, I don’t think she really has a right to be mad at him for picking his wife over his mistress. She knew what the situation was when she entered it.

Emily has a lunch meeting with a woman named Judith from an association called the American Friends of the Louvre. The two talk about hating how the French don’t pronounce the letter "r", and I have to say that there is something about a woman with a Southern accent saying she misses the "hard r sound" that just doesn’t sit right with me. Judith asks Emily if she can get Pierre Cadault to donate a dress for an auction the American Friends of the Louvre is hosting, and Emily says she will try her best.

Emily calls Mathieu to see if he has time to meet, and he ends up inviting himself to Camille's art gallery, where Emily was bringing Sylvie and Luc that night so they could talk to Camille about Champère. The four of them meet Gabriel and Camille there, and when Emily is speaking alone with Camille and Gabriel, Camille says she thinks Mathieu is into Emily, but Emily insists that they are meeting just for work. Emily is just so oblivious, and I hate it.

Mathieu and Emily leave the gallery to get dinner, and Emily doesn't bring up the dress donation (the whole reason for the meeting) until after dinner when they are walking around Paris eating crèpes (I did not know it until I saw it, but this is my dream date). When they say goodbye, Mathieu kisses Emily's hand in a rather suggestive manner.

Emily internet-stalks Mathieu and all his famous ex-girlfriends at work the next day and is interrupted by Sylvie who also thinks there is something suspicious about Emily's relationship with Mathieu, not that Sylvie is in any position to judge about mixing business with pleasure. Speaking of which, Antoine sends Sylvie a gift, which she refuses to open. After she leaves, Luc opens it, revealing the gift to be earrings for nipple piercings. Honestly, Sylvie does seem like the type.

Emily shows up to the auction in an absolutely atrocious raincoat-dress, but she is still somehow not the worst dressed there. That tile goes to a pair of designers for a brand called Gray Space, who make "avant-garde sweatsuits," a phrase that means absolutely nothing. They're wearing what I guess are "avant-garde sweatsuits" and carrying backpacks that suggest their fashion-muses are Doctors Venkman and Stantz.

While they are all waiting for the auction to start, Judith gets a call that the model for the Pierre Cadault dress is stuck in Dallas due to a flight delay. Absolutely wild move for her not to call until 10 minutes before the event begins when she's literally on another content and definitely knew she wasn't going to make it way before then. Judith enlists Mathieu to help, asking him to call one of the countless models he knows from working in the fashion industry. Instead of doing that, he uses the opportunity to hit on Emily, saying she should model the dress.

That she does, being awkward and playfully shy and then becoming super-confident the minute one person bids on the dress. The guys from Gray Space end up winning the auction, and the moment they do, they walk right up to Emily and use their backpack hoses to shoot paint all over the dress. Pierre is obviously horrified.

The next morning, the story is all over the news, and all the vultures men come to feast check in on her. First Mathieu texts to see if she's alright, seemingly more concerned about getting laid than the PR nightmare she just helped create for the business he runs. Then, Gabriel knocks on her door with a French newspaper, offering to translate the article about her. He tells her she should just skip work that day, which is absolutely horrible advice since she is already on the brink of being fired.

She does go into work, thankfully, where she tries to tell Sylvie this isn't that bad; it brought Pierre Cadault into the conversation, and the articles are just discussing "the old guard vs. the new." Sylvie astutely (and obviously) points out that it is not a good thing to be called the old guard and asks what exactly the conversation is about.

After a lame-ass confrontation with the Gray Space guys, she heads to Pierre Cadault's place, where she finds him lying in bed with a tray of crème brûlée, which is a move I can definitely get behind. He's actually just smacking the hard tops as stress relief, not eating them, but even that is pretty iconic. Pierre laments that his customer base has gotten older, and he now makes clothes for old ladies, and the younger generations mock him. Emily tries to cheer him up by insisting that Gray Space was not mocking but celebrating him. They chose quite the disrespectful way to celebrate, but okay, Emily. Whatever you say. Emily then presents Pierre with a Gray Space-style sweatshirt with his logo across the front and suggests that the two brands do a collaboration. Pierre hates the idea, as he should, and kicks Emily out of the room.

Emily then meets Mathieu in the entryway, who comforts her with a very familiar handhold. He then says, "do you know what the French did while bombs were falling in World War 2? They made love," and then kisses her. I'm not really sure why World War 2 is being compared to a ruined dress, and I also feel the need to point out that France wasn't really bombed during World War 2, as they surrendered to the Nazis quite easily.

The episode ends with a cliffhanger that I think was supposed to leave us in suspense but ultimately just left me confused. I cannot even imagine what's going to unfold in the season finale.

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dem-obscure-imagines · 5 years

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The Prince’s Girlfriend

Prince Zuko x Reader

Note: You voted! Here it is! I’ve lowkey had this idea bouncing around since I wrote the other one lmao hope you like it!! (This is the sequel to Time Traveler’s Daughter)

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.5k

Growing up the way you did, with a childhood split between worlds, you had a few groups of friends. You had the witchy group of friends that you celebrated solstice and other witchy holidays with, your dimension-hopping friends, who came to visit whenever it was convenient, and then, there were the mortal friends you had who lived in constant awe of your crazy life.

It was the third group that was assembled in your living room.

Given the recent events in your life, your mortal friends, who still didn’t know quite everything had proposed an Avatar marathon, and really, who were you to refuse? Zuko, who had moved in after jumping to your dimension, was currently in your room, playing the Sims on your computer. It was cute how obsessed he was with it. He’d made you and himself and moved you into a house and started a little family. It was heart-melting, really.

You were only on the first season when the boyfriend question popped up.

“I heard you’re seeing someone!” Your friend Devin said, smiling.

“I am!”

“Could we get some details, maybe?” Logan prodded, reaching over you to take a handful of popcorn from the bowl.

“Well, he’s handsome, first of all.” You giggled, blushing. “He’s got this really fiery personality, you know? Pretends to be all tough on the outside, but he’s got a heart of gold, a real prince.”

“Treats you like a princess?”

“Of course.” You nodded, grabbing some popcorn for yourself.

“Where’d you meet?” Devin asked, intrigued. Little did either of them know that the guy you were talking about was currently on the screen in all of his season one glory, ponytail, temper, and all.

“This little tea shop out of town.” You answered, smirking. Technically, nothing you’d said so far was a lie. Were you dancing around the truth? Of course. But that would only make it more fun whenever Zuko finally wandered out of your room and you got to officially introduce them.

It was pretty rare that your mortal friends got to meet people from the other parts of your life. The exception was the one time Tadashi Hamada had popped in to ask your dad a question about an assignment he was working on while you were having a movie marathon. Needless to say, they had been pretty surprised.

“How did he ask you out?”

“It was kind of a mutual thing. I liked him, he liked me…the rest is history.”

“Haha, that rhymed.”

“She’s a poet in love…” Logan sighed. He looked back to the screen in time to see Zuko yelling at someone about his honor. “Oof, I can’t wait for his season 2 hair.”

“Listen, fire boi ages like fine wine. Glow up of the century.” Devin agreed.

“Oh yeah. Big time.” You nodded. When you looked out of the doorway of the living room, through the dining room, and into the kitchen, you spotted Zuko standing at the fridge, getting a glass of water. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt, the hood pulled up over his head, so from the side, he just looked like some dude standing in your house. Certainly not the prince of the Fire Nation, and definitely not the handsome boyfriend you boasted so proudly.

“How’s the Sims going, babe?” You called and he looked over at you, grinning. From where they were sitting, Devin and Logan couldn’t see into the kitchen.

“Your boyfriend is here?” Logan asked, anticipation spreading across his face.

“Taking a break. My hand hurts.” He chuckled. “Mind if I come out there?”

“There’s a spot over here.” You scooted over and patted the spot beside you. “Come meet my friends.”

So, he walked into the living room, lowering his hood so your friends could get a better look at him. Devin paused the episode, his mouth hanging wide open as he looked back and forth between the prince’s cartoon form and his living, breathing one.

“Um, hi. I’m Zuko. (Y/N)’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you.”

“You’re kidding. No fucking way.” Logan stared for a long moment before finally looking at you for confirmation. “You’re—He’s—What the fuck?!”

“You never tell us when you go on cool dimension-hopping adventures!” Devin whined. “You’re dating Prince Fucking Zuko?!”

“Well, technically, he’s the Fire Lord now…” You chuckled to yourself, motioning Zuko over from his spot in the doorway. He was grinning, still not quite used to the idea that you and your friends had grown up watching him on your magical image boxes. Well, TVs, as you had taught him. “I meant to tell you sooner, I really did, but I thought it would be too funny to surprise you.”

“Good call, princess.” Zuko nudged you over the tiniest bit, sitting down next to you with his thigh pressed against yours. “That was hilarious.” He was about to ask what you were watching when he finally looked up at the screen to catch sight of his past self. He cringed. Ugh, he couldn’t believe there was ever a time he had…looked like that…acted like that. It was embarrassing that you had grown up seeing that version of him, even if he did change over time.

“Please tell me my redemption arch starts soon.”

“Well, we’re in the middle of the first season, so no. Not for a little while here.” You tugged Zuko’s arm around you and draped your legs over his thighs. “You’re so warm…” you mumbled into his hoodie, reveling in the rumble of his amused chuckle.

“Why are you always so cold, baby?” His fingers playing with your hair, he kissed your forehead. He looked up to find your friends still gawking at him. “You can…ask questions if you want.”

“Yeah, sure, how did this happen?” Logan cut to the chase, motioning between the two of you.

“Well, you see, for my graduation, Dad gave me a dimension-hopping watch and the first place I crash-landed was Zuko’s world. Sometime during season 2, I think, while he and Iroh were running the tea shop in Ba Sing Se.”

“And I fell head over heels in love with her, so once the war ended, I used her Dad’s tech to make an alternate ending for us.”

“You literally changed the timeline for her.”

“Yeah.” Zuko shrugged, winding his arm further around you.

“Love that for us.” You chuckled, nuzzling against him.

“Wait, but…didn’t you get with Mai after season 2? You were dating in season 3…” Devin was always the one to start fact-checking things when they seemed off. Honestly, you hadn’t even thought about that? Had the events of the cartoon played out the same way even though you’d interfered?

“It didn’t happen that way when I did it. I can point it out and tell you what happened when we get there,” he looked to you, “if you let me stay for the rest of the marathon, that is.”

“Of course you can stay, Zuko.” You giggled, kissing his cheek. “I’d like to hear your side of the story.”

And so he did. The marathon ran for what seemed like eternities, but it got more interesting once you finally reached the point after you left Ba Sing Se.

“I never went back to the Fire Nation. Iroh and I ran off and went on the road for a while. All of this…” He watched as the alternate version of himself made all of the choices he never would have made. “I can’t believe that’s the way it would have happened…”

“Sure, you got a little lost, but…you found your way back eventually. I think that’s why I liked you so much growing up. You made mistakes, but in the end, you learned from them and became stronger because of it.”

“Yeah?” Zuko looked down at you with that amused glimmer in his amber eyes.

“Yeah.” You nodded, a smirk slowly stretching across your features. “Well, that and you got really hot in Season 3.”

He snorted, nearly choking on the popcorn he’d been attempting to eat. “God,” he coughed, laughing, “don’t say things like that, you’re gonna make me choke. I didn’t come all the way from another dimension to die eating popcorn.”

“She’s not wrong.” Logan laughed, still absorbing what he and Devin had learned that day.

“Can confirm. Glow up of the century.”

“Oh shut up.” He shook his head, his cheeks getting redder every second.

You reached up and pinched one of them, laughing before pulling him in for a kiss. “You’re a real Prince Charming, you know that?”

“For you, princess, I’d be anything you wanted me to be.”

“Quit being cheesy, the hot firebender is talking.” Devin shushed the two of you as Zuko’s cartoon counterpart started to say something.

You grinned softly to yourself, leaning against Zuko, listening to his breaths, his soft laughter, taking in how good it felt when his fingers brushed through your hair. Your seven-year-old self and you were united in that moment, wrapped up in his strong arms with his lips pressing tender kisses to your forehead.

At long last, your prince had come for you, and you never wanted to go back.

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badstoriesaboutgoodpeople · 5 years

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Late Night Festivities

AN: Sorry this took so long! It always takes me a while to get stuff done, I have procrastination problems and am unmotivated at best, so getting stuff done in a timely matter is not my forte. I’m sure that other people have written stuff similar to this to celebrate the occasion, so any similarities between this and anything else are merely coincidence. Hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 3,774

Warnings: smut, teeny bit of swearing

You sat on the couch, eyes glued to the screen in front of you. The Stars were playing the Blues for the fourth time this season, and were looking for a win to solidify their wildcard spot. The first period ticked away without anything major happening, until about 17 minutes in when your boyfriend, Jamie Benn, scored. You shouted in celebration, not having anybody around to make fun of you. You did a small happy dance on the couch, before settling down to watch the rest of the game. A goal by Klingberg had you celebrating as well, and before you knew it the first was over. You sent Jamie a snapchat, knowing he wouldn’t see it until after the game, but he always told you he didn’t mind when you sent him stuff during the game. It was just a selfie with a filter on it with the caption “Congrats!!”, but you couldn’t not let him know you were proud of him. The second went by much the same, a St. Louis goal dampening your mood slightly, but when Jamie scored again you could barely contain your excitement. You couldn’t believe that after missing two games Jamie already had two goals. You took a picture of yourself wearing nothing but one of Jamie’s hoodies, much too large on you, and sent it with the caption “Oh captain my captain! You better be ready when you get home”. You usually had amazing post-win sex after games, but nights like this were extra special. You knew Jamie would be keyed up on adrenaline, and not even sitting on a plane for two hours would calm him down. You scrolled through your phone and killed time until the third period started. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jamie would score again, you always did when he had two goals. You were proud of him no matter what, but you secretly always wanted him to get that third goal. The third period was relatively uneventful, with nothing happening until it was almost over. The Blues had pulled their goalie, and you watched Jamie lift the puck off the ice and send it in the direction of the empty net. You held your breath as you watched it move down the ice before sliding into the net. You couldn’t help but yell as you watched the boys congratulate Jamie, excitement flowing through everyone’s veins. You immediately reached for your phone, wanting to congratulate him for yourself. You unzipped the hoodie slightly and let it fall to expose your bare shoulder. You sent him a picture, choosing to caption it nothing more than “Can’t wait”. You sent a second of you laying down, hand resting on your upper thigh, captioned “I can’t help but get all hot and bothered when I watch you score”. You send a third, hand now resting between your thighs, the words “Watching you get that hat trick got me so wet, I might not be able to wait until you get home”. While your words were true, watching him score did turn you on, you wanted to tease him a little, you knew your patience would be strong enough to wait until he got home. Eh, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. You knew it would be a while until he was able to check his phone, as the media would likely demand an opportunity to talk to him after a game like this. Half an hour later, your phone lit up with a notification from Jamie. You opened the snap eagerly, it was him in the locker room, hair still damp and dress shirt unbuttoned. It read “Fuck, you can’t send me shit like that in the locker room, the last thing I want is to get hard in front of my entire team”. The second photo is of the floor, captioned “Can’t wait to get home to you, be patient for me baby girl”. The third, blurry and indistinguishable, reading “PS, think Seggy looked over my shoulder and saw what you sent me”. You felt a slight blush move across your face, and you sent back a picture of yourself, captioned Oops, sorry not sorry :P”. That got a “Don’t test me sweetie” and an attempt from Jamie to look angry in return, before he sent “Leaving the arena now, not long before I can be at home with you and celebrate properly”. You decided to just wait on the couch for him, knowing if you went to bed you’d probably fall asleep. You put on an episode of Peaky Blinders, and went to the kitchen to get a snack. You returned to the couch to find another Snapchat from Jamie, this time it was a picture of Tyler asleep on the bus beside him, captioned “Not even ten minutes on the bus and he’s out like a light. Now you can send me anything you want ;)”. You unzipped the hoodie all the way, letting it hang open down the middle, barely covering your breasts. You sent him a selfie like that, biting your lip slightly in a way you knew he loved. You sent it without a caption, knowing Jamie likely wouldn’t read it anyway. He sent back a selfie, with the words “Can’t wait to eat you up” visible along the bottom of your screen. He sent a video of Tyler snoring, and you sent him back “Way to ruin the mood XD” before texting him to put on his headphones before playing the next video. He sent a selfie to prove he’d done what you asked, and you decided you weren’t quite done teasing him for the night. You turned down the volume of the tv until it could barely be heard in the background. You went upstairs and grabbed one of your vibrators, knowing the distinct sound would set Jamie off. He loved watching you use them on yourself, especially the ones he could control with a remote. He loved the way your body twitched and shook when the vibrations bordered on too intense, and how you’d beg him to turn it off after three orgasms, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, most of all he loved shushing you and telling you you could handle one more. You arranged yourself on the couch once again, opening a snap from Jamie that showed he was growing impatient. You turned on the vibrator, and proceeded to send Jamie a video of you rubbing it over your clit, soft moans escaping your mouth. You’d told yourself you weren’t going to get off, that this was only to tease him, but now you weren’t sure you wanted to stop quite yet. You turned it up slightly, hips bucking at the change in power. You sent him small clips here and there, and you sent a final video when you came, crying out his name, whimpering at the oversensitivity afterwards. He didn’t respond for a while, and you figured he might’ve made it to the airport. You didn’t get an answer until the boys had boarded the plane, when Jamie sent you a picture of himself in his seat, Tyler once again passed out beside him. It simply read “My god, I’d be angry at you but that was so hot”. You knew the plane would be taking off soon so you chose to just relax on the couch and wait for Jamie to get back. You just have dozed off, because the next thing you remember was hearing Jamie open the front door. He abandoned his luggage in the foyer and quickly made his way over to the couch and wrapped you in a big bear hug. You stayed like that for a moment, merely enjoying the others presence, before Jamie moved to place a gentle kiss on your lips. He made no moves to deepen the kiss just yet, so you stayed like that, in his arms, exchanging gentle kisses. Soon enough, however, you ended up in his lap, kissing him with a new found sense of urgency. You managed to utter the words, “I’m so fucking proud of you,” between kisses, and Jamie replied with a small hum. He moved to kiss down your neck, dragging his teeth over one spot he knew would drive you crazy. You let your eyes slip closed, savouring the feeling of his lips on your skin. He moved to your collarbone, leaving a mark just under it. You started to grind down gently, searching for some friction. Jamie sensed this, and his hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements. “Jamie, bedroom,” you managed to breath out, but he shook his head.

“I got the hat trick, I decide what happens here. I’m gonna make you come three times tonight, there’s no rush to move just yet.”

He moved one of his hands to grab the TV remote, turning of Netflix and changing the channel to something you couldn’t see.

“Turn around, back against my chest.”

You obeyed, turning around before laying back, feeling Jamie’s muscled chest press into your back. You glanced at the TV, which was now playing highlights from the Edmonton Columbus game. Jamie must have sensed your confusion, as he moved to whisper in your ear.

“You enjoyed watching me score so much the first time, might as well watch it again,” You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, you would have laughed if you were capable of forming coherent thoughts, your brain foggy with want. You felt his fingertips wander up your thighs, under the hem of your stolen sweatshirt. He slid his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them off part of the way before you sat up slightly, eager to rid yourself of them. You settled back into him, and his hands returned to their spots on your thighs. He squeezed gently, before moving to unzip the hoodie. He didn’t take it off just yet, he let it hang open on your body, the metal of the zipper cool against your skin. He moved to squeeze your boobs, playing with your nipples gently. His mouth was attached to your neck the entire time, leaving small love bites and kisses, and one particularly large bruise near the nape of your neck. You arched your back slightly, leaning into his touch, growing impatient. He sensed this, and finally moved his right hand to toy with your clit gently. He teased you at first, but once you heard reporters talking about the Dallas game in the background, he slid his two middle fingers into you. You inhaled sharply, eager to finally get what you’d been waiting for. Your eyes drifted to the TV screen, watching the reporters drone on about Jamie’s absence, the numerous injuries on the roster, but you couldn’t focus on their words once Jamie angled his fingers slightly. You let out a low moan, encouraging him to keep doing the same thing.

“Pay attention baby, now they’re showing the good stuff.” You hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes, but you opened them and focused the best you could on what was happening in front of you. You watched as Jamie scored his first goal of the night, and felt him begin to move his hand a little faster as the puck hit the back of the net. You reached down to grip his forearm that was draped over your stomach, needing something to hold on to. He whispered in your ear as you watched Klingberg score, then Pietrangelo for the Blues.

“You know, I thought of you after I scored. Knew you’d be at home, on the couch, watching the game like a good girl. Knew you’d seen me score, wanted to make you proud.”

Your brain couldn’t quite process what he’d said to you but your body reacted nonetheless. Your hips bucked slightly, and you felt his forearm press into you harder, an attempt to keep you still. You kept your eyes glued to the scene in front of you, watching as Jamie scored yet again on the powerplay. Once again, he quickened his movements, and you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. You could barely hear the reporters talking over the blood rushing in your ears, focused on the way Jamie’s fingers moved in and out of you, the heel of his hand hitting your clit when he thrusted in. They showed his third goal of the night in slow motion, him lifting it off the ice and sending it in the direction of the net. You watched it hit the middle of the net and bounce out, felt Jamie speed up once again, and felt his teeth sink into your skin where your neck and shoulder connected, and you felt your back arch and your hips bucked once, twice, and then you came on Jamie’s fingers with a low, breathy moan. You could hear him praising you, muttering about how good you felt when you came. You let out a small whimper when he pulled his fingers out, offering them to you to lick clean. You did as you were told, obediently licking his fingers until they were thoroughly clean. He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, before helping you out of his lap. He placed a small kiss on your cheek before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder without warning. He made his way up the stairs, slowly yet with a sense of urgency. He tossed you on the bed once he made it to your shared bedroom. You watched as he took of his tie, and began to slowly unbutton his dress shirt. You decided to sit up and slide the fabric of his hoodie off your body, and when you turned your focus back to him Jamie was shirtless in front of you. He returned to the bed, moving to kneel between your legs. He kissed down your body, sucking hickies into your skin wherever he pleased. He left one on each breast and the valley between them, just under your belly button, on each hip bone, your inner thighs, and many more. He loved leaving marks like this that could be easily concealed, private reminders that you were his, even when he wasn’t with you in person. You felt his arms wrap themselves under your thighs, and you let your lower legs drape over his broad, muscular shoulders. He kissed up the inside of one of your thighs, leaving small nips and bites every few inches. He placed a gentle kiss to your clit before repeating the same treatment to the other thigh. Your hands found their way into his hair, hoping to let him know you were growing impatient. However, he took his time despite your attempts to relocate his mouth to somewhere more useful. After what felt like an eternity, he turned his attention to the heat between your legs. He began timidly, almost shy, not wanting to give into your demands just yet. Soft licks sent sparks of arousal thrumming through your body, but they weren’t enough to give what you wanted. Jamie had learned all he knew about eating someone out from you, his reluctance earlier in your relationship due to inexperience, but now that you’d taught him the proper technique it was something he enjoyed. He knew how to bring you to tears, desperate with need before finally diving in; one time he had made you come so hard that you blacked out for a few seconds. You were ripped from your thoughts when he began to suck on your clit, albeit gently. Your grip tightened in his hair causing him to moan against you, the vibrations against you sending a shiver throughout your body. He knew you loved when he got a little messy, so when he shifted his focus to licking up and down your slit, tongue eventually sliding into you, he did so eagerly. The lower half of his face was covered in your wetness, and his nose bumping your clit while he demonstrated just how talented he’d become with his mouth had your eyes rolling back with pleasure. You tried to form words to express to Jamie that you were close but the only thing that left your mouth was whimpers and a small gasp, but he seemed to get the message, as he didn’t let up. You felt your grip in his hair tighten to the point it was probably painful but you couldn’t do anything to change it as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. Jamie continued what he was doing while you rode out your high, not pausing until you managed to form coherent thoughts and ask him.

“J-Jamie, stop, sensitive,” you choked out, chest still heaving.

“Did you enjoy yourself baby?” he asked as he moved away, standing up and beginning to remove the dress pants he was somehow still wearing.

“God Jamie, that was incredible.”

“Good, I’m glad. Do you need a minute to calm down, or can I fuck you now?” “Can I please have a minute? I’ll suck you off while you wait.” “Well, how am I supposed to say no to that? Come here, kneel in front of me.” You obeyed, legs still feeling slightly like jello when you walked over to him. By the time you knelt in front of him he wore nothing but his black Calvin Klein boxers. You hooked your fingers under the waistband and pulled them down slowly, mouth watering at the sight that greeted you. Jamie’s cock was long and thick, just like you liked it. You didn’t want to waste any time, given that Jamie had already gotten you off twice, and you were eager to make him feel good too. You shuffled closer to him, placing a small kiss to the head before licking a stripe from base to tip. He inhaled sharply, the soft touches the most attention he’d gotten all night. You didn’t hesitate to grow slightly more aggressive, running your tongue through his slit before sucking the head gently, circling your tongue around it. You moved your head further down, taking as much as you could of him into your mouth. You began to move up and down slowly, and you let your hands wander up and down his thighs, scratching slightly. Once your rhythm started to quicken you brought a hand up to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth. By now Jamie was starting to lose his composure, hands tangled in your hair, guiding your movements. He let out the occasional sigh and grunt, letting you know he was enjoying himself. You decided to try to take all of him, relaxing your throat as much as you could as you moved further and further down his length. You gagged lightly but didn’t back off, remaining as far down as you could for a few moments before Jamie pulled you off.

“God Y/N, please tell me you’re ready ‘cause I don’t know if I can wait much longer,” said Jamie, his tone needy. You simply nodded and stood up, feeling your knees protest. You ignored it, and moved to lay in the middle of your bed, eagerly awaiting what was coming next. Jamie soon joined you, leaning over you to reach into the bedside table to grab a condom, but you grabbed his wrist. He turned to look at you, a confused look on his face.

“I thought maybe….we could try...without one?” You were on birth control but you both agreed you could never be too safe, however lately you’d found yourself daydreaming about Jamie filling you up, yet another reminder that you were owned, and you wanted nothing more than to try it. Jamie opened his mouth to respond but decided just to nod instead, unable to string together the words to answer you. He slotted himself between your thighs and leaned down to press an eager kiss to your lips, biting at them gently. You pulled away to let out a small moan as he slid into you, a feeling you always missed while he was away. Your hands immediately moved to grab at his shoulders, nails digging in while he fucked you agonizingly slow. He liked to take his sweet time sometimes, building up a rhythm ever so slowly. However, it was clear he was a little more desperate tonight, as he quickly abandoned the slow rocking of his hips and gentle touches for something a little more aggressive. His hair had fallen into his eyes, and you tucked it behind his ear, wanting a clear view of his face. He caught your eyes and a small smirk danced across his lips.

“Like seeing what you do to me, huh?” You couldn’t deny it, you loved the way his nose scrunched up slightly when he got close, the look of determination. He leaned down to bury his face in your neck, leaving open mouth kisses on fading marks, and leaving new ones in their place. You raked your nails down his back, still sensitive from earlier. It was clear neither of you would last long, both growing desperate. You cried out when he thrust particularly deep, hitting something inside you that made you see stars. Once he found it he didn’t let up, and it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm start to build.

“Oh god Jamie, c-close,” you managed to moan out, and this only seemed to encourage him.

“You gonna come for me, hm? Go ahead,” he said as he bit down on your neck. That was all it took, and the next thing you knew your back was arching off the bed, your mouth open in a silent scream. Jamie’s hips stuttered, and he was soon spilling into you. The feeling of him filling you was unlike anything else, and the feeling of ownership that washed over you was everything you’d ever imagined it to be. Jamie was draped over your chest, careful not to put his full weight on you. You both laid like that until you had caught your breath. When Jamie pulled out he caught a glimpse of his cum leaking out of you, and you could tell if he were younger he’d be hard again in an instant.

“That’s a sight I don’t think I’ll ever forget.”

“Was it a good enough celebration for your hat trick?” You asked as he laid next to you. You’d shower in the morning, for now the both of you wanted nothing more than sleep.

“I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

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GOT7 Reaction | Significant other is insecure about not being feminine

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A/N: Sorry it took me forever to do this, but last week was insane. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like ❤ Also shit got long... opsie...

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◼ Jaebum

You waited for your boyfriend on the backstage as he performed his new comeback with the boys. You were dating for a few months now, so nobody (except the boys and the crew) knew about you, so every time you would go along with him and the boys, you’d blend as a crew member, a fake earpiece inside your right ear as you watched him with a big smile on his face, bopping to the song.

“excuse me, sir, can you t… oh, I’m sorry” you heard someone say and touch your shoulder, you turned around to find some girls from the group that performed before them. “Sorry. I thought you were from the crew” she bowed and you repeated her gesture, a sad smile on your lips. Which she didn’t notice.

The screams filled your ears indicating the performance was over and their stage debut was finally over. He ran over to you but had to hold himself to not kiss you, simply hugging you.

After the show was over, everyone hopped on the van and started screaming and clapping, their adrenaline over their heads, happiness written all over their face. You were smiling watching your boys so happy when you felt a soft pair of lips on yours and disgusted screams around you.

“We’re going to celebrate today, okay?” your boyfriend whispered in your ear.

You smiled to him but your insides twitched, remembering the episode from earlier. You looked to yourself and bit your lower lip. You were wearing your boyfriend’s oversized shirt tucked inside a pair of baggy sweatpants, sneakers, face almost bare and hair tied in a low ponytail. Then you remembered the sweet outfit the girl was wearing and her cute physic and expression.

You couldn’t help but wonder why Jae was with you, he could have whoever he wanted after all. Why someone like him, so handsome and sexy and talented ended up with someone like you? You felt the insecurity grow in your body, taking over your mind.

The van left you at your apartment to get ready for your date. You considered not going but you couldn’t be so selfish, it was one of the most important days for your boyfriend and you wanted to be there with him and you were sure he wanted you to be there too.

You opened your wardrobe and looked at one specific hanger, the sparkly one that came with the dress you won as a gift from your mom when you graduated in college. You sighed, getting the white flowy dress and put in your bed before heading to the shower.

_____________

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. That wasn’t you, not at all, but it was someone worthy of Jaebum’s love. The white dress reached half your tight and the lightness of it made you feel almost naked. You couldn’t remember the last time you used a dress… or a skirt for christ sake. You weren’t used to it. And don’t make me start on the heels. They weren’t big or anything but it was uncomfortable for someone who only wears sneakers and flats.

The buzzing of your phone made you get out of your thoughts.

“We’re here, jagi” the sweet voice of your lover sounded excited on the other side. “Bring your cute ass over here” you managed to let a giggle out, warming the boy’s insides.

You ran - in a figuratively way because you could barely walk on those sandals - downstairs to the building’s door, finding your boyfriend lazily leaned on the van, arms crossed, his beautiful smile on his lips, that fell as soon as he saw you. Six pairs of curious eyes peeking from inside the van.

“Y/N…” he didn’t even touch you and it felt like your heart was about to sink. “You… you look…” you bit your lower lip, playing with the hem of your dress.

“Prettier?”

“No… I mean, yes, but you are always pretty” his hands laid on your lower back. “You look different”.

“You didn’t like?”

“I did! It’s… Why did you dress like this?” he played with your fingers in the hem of your dress. You lowered your eyes, ashamed of yourself.

“I saw those girls at the show today and...” you sighed. “They all looked so cute and feminine in those outfits and makeup. And I felt like I’m not good enough for you. Not pretty enough for you. I know t-” he cut you off, kissing you deeply, his hands holding your face as yours held his waist. He held you tight against him, your bodies pressed together like your lives depended on it. You melted into his touch, he didn’t have to say anything, you knew you were his and he was yours. He tasted so sweet close to the bitter sadness you held in your feelings.

“Never say something like that again” he whispered, lips still pressed to yours. “You are more than enough for me, you are more than perfect. You don’t need to wear dresses or skirts or heels for me to love you. I fell for the sleepy girl with baggy pants and cute laugh.” he joined your foreheads and you closed your eyes. “Even tho I loved seeing you in a dress, I prefer when you leave your beautiful legs just for me to see” he smirked and kissed your neck, a giggle leaving your mouth.

“Get a room!” Jackson screamed from the van, making you blush more than you already were.

◼ Mark

Mark held your waist as you walked down the beach together. You were visiting his family back in LA and you loved how the beach looked at night.

“I’m so happy you could come with me” he said, his smile almost ripping his face. “My mom and my sisters love you more than me” you laughed at his cute pout and stopped your walk to hold his face and kiss him.

“Yeah but I love you more than them” he kissed you this time. “But maybe I love your mom more…” he shook his head, chuckling at you. “Thank you for bringing me tho. You know how much I love the beach” your head laid at his shoulder as you watched the waves crashing. “It’s much different from the city buzz”.

“When we g…”

“Hi. Are you Mark from GOT7?” your sweet moment was cut short by a couple of girls with excited smiles on their faces. Your boyfriend nodded and they squealed. “Can we take a picture?”

“Sure” your boyfriend smiled and let go of the embrace and you suddenly felt cold.

You watched them from aside as they took their pictures and engaged a conversation about some moments from the groups. You couldn’t help but feel insecure looking at those girls and their cute behavior towards your boyfriend. They were definitely prettier than you, cuter, fashioner than you.

You never worried about your looks but thinking carefully about it, now you were the girlfriend of an international kpop idol, you needed to look more presentable, more feminine. You didn’t want people talking about you least of all about Mark. You knew how the industry was evil when it came to relationships and such, until to that day you didn’t know how JYP allowed you two to date.

“Babe?” you came out of your trance when Mark called you, not realizing the girls were long gone with their pictures. “Where were you tripping to?” he laughed at your startled reaction.

“Markie, I…” you started but were cut.

“Markie? Since when you call me that?” he chuckled.

“Can you listen?” you asked quite annoyed. “I was thinking about going shopping tomorrow” you said, your arms wrapped around him, your eyes looking at him from time to time.

“Sure, I need to buy new sweats anyway” you bit your lower lip. This was how your boyfriend saw you? The well known burning feeling in your eyes started to grow.

You wanted to cry. And you felt ridiculous and weak for it. You didn’t want to care about those things but somehow they managed to be bigger than your confidence. Mark was the most handsome, gorgeous, talented, incredible, funny, amazing, perfect person you knew. And the fact he was stuck with you, someone so… boring.

“Y/N? Are you… Are you crying?” he held your shoulders to look at your face, but you looked down.

“I’m sorry” you managed to whisper before he wrapped you in his arms, holding you tight, warming your whole body.

Mark hated to see you crying, he hated seeing the person he loves the most wrecking and not be able to help because he didn’t know why you were like this.

“Sweetheart. Y/N~ah why are you apologizing?” he lifted your chin to make you look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m not like those girls or… or other girls… I’m sorry… I’ll change” you swallowed a sob, deep breathing before keep talking. “You deserve better, Mark. You are so incredible and so perfect that I feel like I’m not good enough for you. That I’m not girly enough for you” his lips formed a thin line before a tiny chuckle escaped his lips. “Are you laughing, Tuan?”

“I’m sorry, babe” he hugged you tight again, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. You could feel him inhaling deeply. “I fell in love with an idiot”.

“Yah!” you hit his arm. “I’m serious, Mark”.

“And so am I” he laughed at your pout. “Y/N, I love you the way you are. Jesus, if I didn’t would I be with you for so long now?” you denied with your head. “Would I love to put my hand in the back pocket of your jeans? Or give you my sweatshirts because you look ridiculously hot in them and nothing else? Or would I constantly give you new sneakers and clothes so we can match like those couples you see on Instagram?” you shook your head again, your cheeks becoming pink of embarrassment. “Or…” he smiled, taking something out of his pocket and kneeling in front of you. “If I didn’t love you the way you are, would I ask you to become my wife?”

“Mark…” you started to cry again, looking at your boyfriend smiling like crazy to you, tears threatening to fall down as well.

“Y/N L/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!” he slid the silver band on your finger, both your hands shaking, before crashing your lips together. You two could hear his family and the boys screaming behind you, but that moment was just yours. “I love you, Mark Tuan”.

“I love you Y/N Tuan”.

kill me because mark will be an amazing husband

◼ Jackson

Since a kid, you never were the girliest one of your class, the most feminine, and delicate, and cute. The other kids used to call you Tommy just because you played and were friends with the boys. While the girls were playing house and gossiping about boys and the other girls; you were playing basketball, fight, dirtying yourself playing football. You grew up like this, you were like this, you got friends being like this, and you never cared about it much. Not until Jackson.

After starting dating the Jackson Wang things, however, became different. You started to attend shows, fan meetings, and parties at JYPE. And the last ones were the worst. You looked to the Twice girls, the trainees, Baek A-Yeon and even the crew members and wondered if you were too... masculine.

You didn’t want to admit to yourself but you were changing. You let your hair grow and even dyed it pastel pink - which you didn’t hate completely -, you exchanged your trousers, sweatpants and baggy pants to tight ones, to skirts. Your t-shirts - once full of personality - now were a bunch of tiny cropped shirts and tight bodysuits with vibrant colors and patterns. The only thing you didn’t totally change were the sneakers, you still used them, but you were seen often using heels and sandals.

Every day that you looked in the mirror you saw a piece of you going away, but it was for the best, yours and Jackson’s.

He was on tour by Asia for a few months and due work and college you couldn't see him anywhere else but Seoul. You barely had time to talk with each other either, so your whole change was a mystery to your boyfriend.

When he was finally coming back home, you decided to surprise him. You took the day off, prepared his favorite dish, making sure to call his mom for help so that every pinch of spice were right, cleaned the house and prepared a little decoration for him. When everything was ready, you slid your new pair of underwear - you know, just in case - and the new outfit you bought the week before. You were so excited to finally be able to see him, to touch, to feel, to kiss your boyfriend.

You waited for him at home, pacing back and forth, your feet hurting on that stupid sandal. You kept looking at your phone, checking the time every minute.

The click on the front door made you snap and run towards it. The door opened and, as soon as you saw your boyfriend’s body enter the apartment, you jumped into his arms, hugging him tight and deeply inhaling the smell you missed so much. Jackson was caught by surprise by your action but it took milliseconds for him to hug you back. The odd thing was that his hands didn’t meet the softness of some his hoodies or your warm body, he was greeted with your cold exposed back, too exposed for winter, the feeling of your bones too noticeable on your skin.

He slowly left your embrace to get a better look at you. But it wasn’t you. It wasn’t his girlfriend.

“I’m so happy that you are finally back, Jackie! I missed you so much!” you squealed excited, kissing his slightly open lips, but he didn’t respond to the action. “Jackson? Are you okay?”

“I… I’m tired, that’s all, babe” he kissed you but it wasn’t like always.

“I cooked your fave” you smiled brightly, pulling him to the kitchen with you. You gestured to the table, clapping your hands excitedly. “I ca-”

“Y/N…” you looked at him, he was worried, his expression tender yet sad. “What happened?”

“Pardon?”

“This” he motioned to you, his hands waving up and down. “What is this? Why are you wearing those clothes? And… and why are you so skinny? And your hair, why did you let it grow?” he ran his hands through his own. All he wanted was to come home and hug your cozy and warm body until falling asleep with him rambling about the tour. Not that he didn’t appreciate your effort, is just that he want his girlfriend, the original one.

“You didn’t like it?”

“It’ not that I don’t like it, Y/N, it’s t…”

“So why are you being so mean to me?” you took a deep breath, not wanting to cry but the tears were heavier than your effort. “I’m trying really hard here, Jackson! Do you think is nice, is comfortable for me look the way I looked while every other girl around is prettier?” he tried to say something but you didn’t let, you continued talking. “Fuck, Jackson! It’s freaking hurtful going to places with you and seeing the way people look at me, the disgusted way they look at my face, my body, the way I dress. Going to parties and seeing the girls all sexy and feminine while I’m being called dude, like I am one of the guys. I-I just want to be like e…” this time it was Jackson that didn’t let you finish, holding your face between his hands and kissing your lips, your tears mixing with his own as he deepened the kiss. He broke the kiss, joining your foreheads and looking at your eyes. The loving look that you missed was back.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice anything or took you to places that made you feel uneasy” you nodded, it wasn’t really his fault, but you couldn’t talk at the moment. “But I want you to know that I love you the way you are, I fell in love with who you are, both inside and outside. I always loved the fact that you are so unique and that nobody else can compare to you. And I am the luckiest man in this world to be able to call you my girlfriend” he kissed your forehead, then your eyes, nose and finally lips, smiling as he felt you smile against his. “And I will tell anyone who look bad at you to go fuck themselves because you are the most perfect human being in this whole universe” you laughed at his last statement, nodding your head.

“I love you so” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too, sweet cheeks” he joined your lips again. “Now let’s eat this delicious food and then have some dessert”.

“Shit! I forgot to buy chocolate. I’m sorry, babes” he laughed, pulling your body closer to his, his hands stopping at your butt.

“Who said I was talking about chocolate?” he squeezed your butt, making you squeal and almost fall on top of the table… which happened later…

◼ Jinyoung

He loved you dearly and he never cared about going shopping with you. You usually were fast, knew what you wanted and went straight for it. But not that day. Everything seemed so odd, you passed right away from your favorite store, going to another one he barely knew that existed. It was… not you.

He noticed a few camera’s flashes being directed towards you two and turned to see your reaction. Jinyoung knew you hated all this exposition because of him, that you hated how the newspapers, gossip websites, tabloids, and even some netizens talked about you, about your relationship. But when he saw you waving and throwing kisses at the cameras his brain exploded, he wasn’t understanding anything anymore.

He quickly bowed and waved before going after you in the store. Your boyfriend watched attentively as you picked a few items. You proudly showed him a short yellow plaid dress that looked like it came straight from Clueless. Jinyoung smiled as he sat in one of the sofas in front of the dressing room as he waited for you to finish picking everything and try it on.

“I promise it will be quick, Jinyoung oppa” you quickly left a peck on his lips before entering the small both.

He heard you left a deep sigh as soon as the door in front of him closed, and even though he wanted to know what was going on, he decided to let it pass, he was going to talk to you later. To kill time, Jinyoung decided to scroll through his phone, but he wasn’t pleased with what jumped on his eyes.

“Improbable famous couples: the most handsome men dating not-so-handsome girls.

3. Jinyoung (GOT7) - One of the most handsome faces of KPop and Korean tv recently made his relationship with the student Y/N L/N public. Park Jinyoung, from the boy group GOT7, that was recently on tour on the United States, met his girlfriend on an event at JYPE, where she was an intern. The couple is not often seen together outside but they post a lot of pictures together, especially on her Instagram. But who wouldn’t show off if they dated Jinyoung? Y/N is a very… laid back person, she seems to not care so much about her appearance, being almost 100% of the time seen using large and dark colored clothes that look like she stole from her boyfriend’s closet. A little makeup never killed nobody, right?”

Underneath the text was a picture of one of their dates around town where she was wearing a pair of black sweatpants with one of the new GOT7 t-shirt, she also sported one of the brightest smiles as they talked about some random video of kittens that she saw on Twitter, as he remembers. The whole day passed through his mind like a movie and a smile crept on his lips but soon was gone when he remembered the harsh words he read and your sudden change on the past few days.

Jinyoung’s stomach twitched in pain and sadness as he locked his phone and entered the booth you were just to be hurt again.

“Jagiya” he whispered at you, you were naked, curled up in the little puff in the corner like a ball, your face hidden between your legs as you sobbed. “Y/N~ah, I’m so sorry” he hugged you, pressing his body close to yours, the warmth so comfortable against yours.

“It’s not your fault, Jinie” you whispered, not wanting to look at him. You were so embarrassed, so sad, so destroyed. He deserved only the best. And you couldn’t give to him.

“It’s not yours either. Gosh! I’m freaking pissed you have no idea” he grabbed your body effortlessly, pulling you into his lap. “Listen to me” Jinyoung gently lifted your face to look at him. “I don’t fucking care what those people talk, I don’t care what those people think, the only thing that matter is that I love you and nobody and nothing can change that” he kissed your forehead. “I want you to know that you are the most perfect human being to ever step on Earth” your cheeks turned rosy and you bit your lower lip. “Look at yourself, look at your face, Gosh, Y/N! You are the cutest little thing that I ever laid my eyes on it” you giggled at his little speech.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Jinie” you hugged his neck and kissed him. “I am the luckiest to have someone like you to me” you smiled, your eyes crinkling of how wide you were smiling. “I love you, oppa”

“I love you too” he kissed your smile. “Do you liked that dress?” he asked pointing at the yellow dress from earlier.

“Not gonna lie, it’s really cute”.

“Then is a gift” he kissed you one more time before one of the sellers scolded him out of the booth.

◼ Youngjae

“Baaaabeeee” your boyfriend whined from the living room of your apartment. He was waiting for you to get ready for your date and Youngjae was getting impatient with your delay, you never take long to get ready so he was starting to get worried.

“I’m sorry, Jae” your voice sounded closer as he turned around to meet you. “Shall we?”

“What are you wearing?” the question ringed in your ears, of course he would notice your change.

“A skirt and a and a shirt?” you laughed a little, trying to sound sarcastic like his question was obvious.

“I know that is a skirt and a shirt. I want to know why are wearing it” he lifted from the couch walking slowly over you, his tall frame stopping a step too close from your body. “I’ve never seen you wearing this type of clothing before”.

“I… I just wanted to change” your throat became dry as you remembered the words from the girls in your college.

Youngjae didn’t seem to believe you as he closed the space between you two, his hand slowly traveling the exposed skin between the clothing items, making your skin shiver and the pores to bristle. He noticed your reaction as he smirked, his lips meeting the skin of your neck, leaving soft kisses.

“Yo… Youngjae what ar… Hm…” the words came as whispers and you couldn’t help but moan when he sucked the skin behind your ear. “Jae~ssi. Stop, we have to go. What are you doing?”

“I’ve never seen you so exposed before” another kiss was left in your neck. “You look thriving” you bit your lip and pushed your boyfriend away from you. You knew he wasn’t saying it wanting to be mean but it kinda hurt you.

“You like me better when I dress like that?” your voice was shaky. Damn it! You didn’t want to cry over something so futile like this but you couldn’t help it.

“What? No! I like you at all times. Y/N, what is going on?” Youngjae held your hand and you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“I… The girls from college said mean things about me, Jae. You know that I care too much of what others think about me and their words were so hurtful” he wiped your tear away, listening to you carefully. “And I couldn’t help but think about you and how you deserve someone much better than me, someone much more feminine than me”.

“What? What are you talking about? No one is better for me than you, Y/N, ok?” he held your face between his hands, making you look into his eyes. “I don’t mind how you look or how you dress, all I care about is that you’re mine. Gosh, Y/N! You have no idea how much you mean to me. You are the most perfect person I ever met and the fact that someone judges you from how you dress makes me angry” you smiled at his words. “I like you the way you are, you could walk around naked and I’d still love you”.

“You what?” you blinked a few times.

“I like you the way you are?”

“No, no. What you said after that” you took a step closer to him, your face still between his hands.

“That I’d still love you even i… oh…” your boyfriend’s cheek instantly became red. He was using that word for the first time. “Sorry, I wanted to say it with everything planned out and being romantic and stuff and you’d be so overwhelmed that y…” you cut him off, kissing his lips as you both smiled.

“It’s perfect, Jae” he smiled widely not being able to hold his happiness. “And I love you too” he kissed you again, lifting you up and twirling you around.

“I love you so much, baby girl” he kissed your forehead. “Let’s go? We have a date don’t we?”

“Can I change first? I’m feeling weird” you scrunch your nose and he giggled. You hurriedly ran to your room to change, leaving him smiling like dumb behind.

“God, I’m so whipped”.

◼ Bambam

The trip was supposed to be fun, a celebration of your first anniversary together, was supposed to be the turning point of your relationship where you’d meet his family and everything would be perfect.

However, you weren’t expecting them to not approve your way of being, especially, your way of dressing.

They weren’t mean or anything but they kept showing you his sister’s clothings or the girls he used to be friends with when he still lived in Thailand.

And you knew Bambam wasn’t doing it with intention because you knew how much he loved fashion and loved helping you with outfits, because, after all, you just didn’t dress feminine but you were stylish in your own way.

His mom was throwing a dinner party for their family to celebrate your relationship and the others to meet you as well, but you were feeling anxious, extremely unease as the night was getting closer.

“My sister loves you” he said hugging you from behind as you brushed your teeth, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “And I’m sure everyone else will love you too” he kissed the top of your head. “But not as much as I do” you smiled at his silliness. He left the bedroom and started to look through his clothes. “Khū̀ khwng*, do you want my shirt? That one you like to wear when we go out” you finished cleaning your teeth.

“Thanks, Bam, but I think I’ll put my new dress” he choked on his own saliva when you said the word dress. “What?”

“Nothing is just… you never wore a dress before” you could see his eyebrow cocked while looking at you.

“I decided to change a little. Besides, it’s warm in here and I don’t want sweat” you shrugged, not wanting to seem affected.

“Y/N, what is this all about?” He came closer to you, looking straight to your eyes. You knew he was trying to read you and you knew he always got. “Is this about what mæ̀ said to you?”

“What did she say? I don’t remember”.

“Y/N~ah!” he pulled you back to him when you tried to leave. “I don’t want you to change just because of something like this…”

“Bam~ssi! She’s your mom! Besides, I know she didn’t intend to be mean, she’s just not used to girls being like me” you tried to argue. “You are always so stylish and fashionista and even tho I’m good at it, I’m not girly. Sometimes I wonder how you go out with me without being embarrassed” you finally confessed. You hadn’t realized that you were building this insecurity up from some time now. It was hard to be the girlfriend of an idol, not only that, an idol like Bambam, a visual one, someone that is praised from his looks and ethereal aura. He blinked at you, not quite sure why you were feeling this way.

“I’m sorry to fail you. I’m sorry I didn't realize how you were feeling when you needed me” he held your hands, bringing them to his chest. “You are saying things like these but you don’t realize that you are stylish, it’s not because you don’t wear certain clothes that you aren’t feminine or girly” his free hand caressed your cheek and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. Bambam sighed watching you. “You don’t need to change for people to approve you because the only approval you need is your own. As long as you feel good with yourself, with who you are, everything is fine and I’ll support if you want to wear pants, skirts, dresses, heels, sneakers even if you want to walk around naked because seeing you happy is the only matter to me” you smiled at him, pulling his face close to yours and kissing him. Deeply, sweetly, with intention. With love.

“You always know what to say to me and how to make me feel like a teenager with you” he chuckled at your reference to his own music. “I love you, Bammie, thank you for being my biggest supporter”.

“I will always be your biggest fan, baby” he kissed your lips again. “I love you”.

Disclaimer: I know his mom wouldn’t do anything like that but please pretend for the sake of the plot.

*Khū̀ khwng = dear, sweetheart, darling

◼ Yugyeom

“Yah~ look at how pretty they look” your boyfriend of four months said while you were rewatching the MAMA’s red carpet because you couldn’t go with him for obvious reasons. You looked at the idols in the screen and you felt a knot grow in your stomach.

Since you moved to Seoul to follow your dream to be a designer, you started to feel a little down with yourself. You didn’t make many friends, to be honest, you had only one friend, Terence, that was another exchange student. And your classmates weren’t very subtle when talking about you. They exchanged looks while whispering with each other and giggling about their gossip and mean words. Terence used to tell you not to pay attention but it was hard. Since a little kid, you dealt with image standards and expectations, you were the only different from your family. You were far away from ugly, but that’s how you felt from growing up being compared with your older sisters.

And then you met Yugyeom, he was a prince charming at day 0, always praising you even before you guys started dating, always giving you little kiss all over your face and body to make sure you felt admired and loved. However, you never spoke a word about your insecurities with him, about how you hid your curves under big baggy clothes because you were ashamed of them, or how you were always so quiet and reserved because you didn’t want to draw attention to you. You still don’t know how you managed to get yourself someone like Yugyeom, but you were happy. And worried.

“Yeah, they look really pretty” you agreed with him, not wanting to push those thoughts any further.

Your boyfriend left your dorm a little after you guys finished watching the show (and made out a little). As soon as he left you grabbed your phone and started to look through some online clothing stores and watching videos of girls you wanted to look like. You were going to change. You needed to change.

_____________

A few weeks passed and you barely had met Yugyeom because of his tour practice. He wanted you to go to the studio to see him and meet the boys but you always refused, not because you didn’t want, but because you were afraid of what would happen if people saw you and him together and, more than that, you were afraid of the boys not liking you.

You guys had decided to hang at your dorm again, prepare some food, stay together to spend his last free moments before the tour to start. You wanted everything to be perfect, you wanted him to see your effort and see that you were pretty.

You spend the whole week thinking about your outfit and your makeup, and, now that you were wearing it, it didn’t felt like you expected. You weren’t feeling wonderful like you thought it would happen, you weren’t feeling like yourself. The skirt was uncomfortably tight and the cropped shirt was showing more skin than you expected, your boobs looking squeezed tight in the red fabric. The sandals were far from comfortable, they were cute though, but hurt your feet with each step. Oh, God! What a sacrifice you were doing for him.

The doorbell rang and you ran excitedly, almost tripping on your own feet, to meet his beautiful smile you loved so much. When you opened the door, his smile dropped, his eyes scanning you up and down. You tried to keep your smile like you weren’t scared by his sudden change of mood.

“Hi, Yugy” you hugged him, but he didn’t hug you back. “Is there something wrong?”.

“Hi, jagi” he quickly pecked your lips. “No, I just was got by surprise with your outfit and… your body” he whispered the last part, but you managed to listen, your cheeks flushing. “Can I come in?” you nodded. “What’s the occasion for such outfit?”

“You liked?” you asked, twirling around but almost tripping, but being held by Yugyeom before such act to happen.

“It’s… different” he answered and you tried to read his tone and expression, but you couldn’t. “I mean, you look gorgeous both in sweats and hoodies or this tiny silly outfits” he sat on the sofa, motioning to the place beside him, which you gladly took.

“So you didn’t like?” you couldn’t help but feel a little sad, a few weeks ago he was praising those girls and now he was calling you silly?

“It’s just I’m not used with you wearing so little clothing and… I can’t help but stare at your body” he looked at your uncovered legs and then to your eyes, a shimmer dancing on his own. “Do you have idea how amazing your body is?” his confession got you by surprise, your cheeks flushing.

“Yah~ You’re making me embarrassed!” you whined, hiding your face in his chest.

“Is everything okay, Y/N? For real” he asked you, concern in his tone. “I know that you hate these type of clothing because you think they're too revealing. And now, out of nowhere, you appear with a skirt that’s…” he stopped mid-sentence, not knowing what words to use.

“What do you think of me?”

“What?”

“What do you think of me, Yugyeom? Like, honestly. Do you think I dress like a boy?” he winked a few times, opening his mouth but no word coming out. “I knew it” you stated, trying to leave the sofa, but the boy pulled you back, holding you tight.

“Where do you get these ideas? Princess, you are so precious, you are funny, smart, great at cooking, great at kissing, and you are gorgeous. No! You are perfect!” he lifted from the furniture and effortlessly pulled you into his lap, carrying you to your bedroom and putting you in front of the mirror. “You know what I see when I look at you?” you denied. “I see the person that owned my heart with just a smile and a laugh, a person that I can talk about anything and will listen to me even if you can’t understand a thing I’m saying. I see someone that just the thought of her makes my day brighter and happier, someone that using a trash bag can look like a goddess from the mythology” you turned around to look at his eyes. “I see someone that left everything behind to follow her dreams. I see a fighter. I see a strong independent woman that doesn’t need anyone else approval” you felt tears starting to run down your face.

“Yugy…” you whispered. “I’m sorry for being so insecure” you finally managed to say.

“It’s not for me that you have to apologize to” he turned you around again. “Say sorry to yourself because I’m just your boyfriend, but you are you, you must love yourself like nobody else” you nodded and felt his lips kissing gently the top of your head. “Now take these uncomfortable clothes off and put something else. We are staying home and cuddling until you want to get rid of me” you laughed at the boy’s statement.

“That won’t be possible, sir” you turned around and hanged yourself on his neck. “Because I don’t plan to let you go so soon” you smiled and kissed his lips.

“Good. Because I don’t plan to ever let you go”.

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pindaleng · 5 years

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Title: I don’t usually give in to peer pressure (But I’ll give in to yours)

Pairing: Staubrey

Chapters: 1/1

Wordcount: 2902

Summary: Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU (Inspired by episode 1x13 “The Bet”)

Aubrey Posen loses a bet with fellow detective Stacie Conrad, resulting in being forced into the "worst date ever" with her, but things turn out better than she expects.

And maybe there's something there between them...

As Stacie Conrad knelt on one knee in front of her, presenting a ring in a blue box, Aubrey didn’t know if she had ever felt this humiliated.

She was supposed to win this dumb bet of solving more felonies than Conrad, and prove once and for all that she was the better detective. (And also take Stacie’s prized 1994 Mustang in the process.) But somehow, Conrad managed to run a prostitution ring and snag five extra felonies with an hour to spare of their deadline. So instead of holding her head up in triumph, Aubrey slumped her shoulders in defeat, awaiting her fate with an extremely bruised ego.

“Will you go on the worst date ever with me? You have to say yes.” Stacie grinned up at her.

“Yes.” She muttered, looking anywhere but at the woman in front of her.

“She said yes!”

The bullpen burst into hollers and applause, and music blasted from some boombox dug out for who knew where. Justin Timberlake’s “Can’t Stop the Feeling!” filled the room as everyone but Aubrey celebrated her misery.

This had to be the worst day of her life.

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Aubrey groaned when she heard the firm knocks on her apartment door at 7 pm. She shifted her dress one last time before prying the door open.

Stacie stood smiling in the doorway, wearing a medium length black dress that perfectly accentuated her cleavage. (Not that Aubrey was looking there.) She held a bouquet of roses, and gave Aubrey an immediate once over. “I was right, hot pink does look dashing on you. Though I think the person in the dress is what makes the color hot…”

Aubrey rolled her eyes. “I look like freaking Elle Woods. Do I seriously have to wear this the entire night?”

“Yes ma’am. Though you might get to have it off early if you play your cards right.” Stacie teased with a wink.

Aubrey rolled her eyes again.

Stacie grinned and handed over the roses. “For you.”

“Conrad, you know I don’t like flowers. They’re wasteful and impractical and as my father always says—“

“Yes yes of course but a lady deserves her flowers.” Stacie interrupted. “Now let us go lest us be late to our celebration at the bar.”

“Are you going to speak like you’re from thirteenth century time the entire night, or?”

Stacie merely tutted at the jab and led her to her car parked across the street, pausing before the passenger door.

“Oh and there is one rule of the night. Break it at your own risk.” Stacie said solemnly, and Aubrey quirked her eyebrows. “No matter what happens… you aren’t allowed to fall in love with me.” Stacie deadpanned.

“Won’t be a problem.” Aubrey replied with equal inexpression.

“Great.” Stacie brightened and opened the passenger side door. “Into the car now m’lady, we’ve got a date to begin!”

They made pleasant small talk on the drive to the bar. Aubrey briefly worried if their “date” setting would make things awkward, but they quickly fell into familiar banter. Besides the excessively floral and pink dress she was forced to wear, the date was far from being the worst she’s ever been on.

They arrived at Barden’s, the de facto hang out spot of the ninety ninth precinct, and as Aubrey went off to the bathroom (after asking permission, and Stacie cheekily giving it), Stacie found a spot next to her fellow detective of the nine-nine, Cynthia Rose, at the bar.

“So how’s the date going with you and Posen?”

“Well, I’ve got a lot on the list.” Stacie began counting off on her fingers. “After hanging here for a bit, we’re going to Times Square and taking pictures with every single person in costume there. Hoping to see lots of cookie monsters. Then, we’re having dinner at a super fancy Italian place but we’ll be bringing our own bottle of wine, which was the cheapest I could find at the corner store, and is even labeled as ‘wine drink’. Finally, a night walking tour where I will ask our guide loads of dumb questions and say they’re all from Aubrey.”

Cynthia Rose narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “That’s a lot of effort and money going into quote unquote, ‘the worst date ever.’”

Stacie shrugged. “I’ll only have this one chance to make her do anything I want.” She frowned. “Wait, that sounded wrong.”

“Or,” Cynthia Rose mused. “You’re taking this as your one chance to romance her…Oh my god.” Realization dawned on her. “You still have a crush on Posen!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Stacie found it was a perfect time to look at her nails.

“You still have a crush on her after two years? I thought you were past that. Girl, you are so gone.”

CR looked pointedly at Stacie in silent challenge while she continued not to make any eye contact. They stayed like that for a moment before Stacie broke.

“Okay fine you caught me! Yes I still like her and it’s not like she’s the easiest person to ask on a date.” She threw her hands up in surrender.

“So instead, you just talk about all your dates loudly, mess with her entire organization system, and engage in various bets with her? That’s some real playground stuff, Conrad. You’ve never been the type to pine over someone, so what’s gotten you pulling on the reins with this one?”

Stacie snatched CR’s beer from the counter and took a swig. “Well, Aubrey’s not just someone.”

Cynthia Rose’s smile grew. “Yeah, you’ve got it so bad…”

“Shut up.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Stacie saw Aubrey return from the bathroom and immediately jumped up. “Love to continue chatting CR, but got a date to humiliate.” Stacie said, emphasizing the last word.

“You mean, romance.” CR muttered into her beer that she took back, but Stacie was already gone.

She grabbed Aubrey’s hand, dragging her up onto the mini stage at the front of the bar, despite her protests. Stacie stepped up to the mic propped up on a stand, tapping it to test if it was on. Satisfied, she stood up straight to address the crowd of her fellow coworkers.

“Welcome everyone, to Barden’s inaugural karaoke night!” Stacie announced, and Aubrey whipped her head to look at her in mortification.

“No you didn’t.”

Stacie grinned wickedly. “All songs tonight with be duets with our lovely Aubrey Posen here as your partner. And so, we will be starting off the night with me and her singing ‘Love Is An Open Door’ from Frozen.”

Cheers erupted as the unmistakable opening notes of the song started, and Stacie passed an extra mic to Aubrey. “You’re Hans! Don’t miss your entrance!”

Stacie started speaking on her cue. “Okay, can I just say something crazy?”

“You’re the worst.”

“Not the words, do better.” Stacie quickly said before her next lines. “All my life has been a series of doors in my face. And then suddenly I bump into you.”

Aubrey resigned with a dramatic sigh. “I was thinking the same thing! Cause like…”

Stacie was pleasantly surprised when Aubrey started singing, as she was actually really good. She made a mental note to ask about it later, and also to tease her that the resident “no-fun-allowed” Posen knew all the words to the Disney song.

Just as Stacie was about to start the second song (she queued up “Take Me Or Leave Me” from Rent), she heard a “Conrad!” calling from her side.

“Chloe, tag in!” She shouted to her friend as she jumped off the stage and walked over to see what her captain wanted.

“What’s up?”

“One of your informants called about a shipment happening tonight, and since it’s your case, I’m going to need you to stake out the spot.”

Stacie flashed through all the date ideas she still had planned (“how romantic” Cynthia Rose’s voice echoed annoyingly in her head) and hesitated. “Normally Captain, I’d be all down for this but I really was counting on a night of making Aubrey miserable, and I think rescheduling it would lose the first date magic.”

Gail looked unimpressed. “This isn’t up for negotiation.”

“Well, as long as I can bring Posen with me.”

Gail nodded. “Just get it done.”

Stacie turned around to Aubrey singing a duet of “For Good” with Chloe, looking like she was maybe enjoying herself despite her pinched face. “Darling! Duty calls!”

Aubrey cut off a high note with a relieved “Oh thank god” and hurried off the stage, following Stacie to the exit.

“I didn’t know you could actually sing.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

They sat in Stacie’s car, observing the entrance of the warehouse in front of them, watching for any movement that might be deemed suspicious. Aubrey finally got to change out of the hideous pink dress and into her spare blouse and dress pants at the precinct, denying Stacie’s offer for the clothes stashed in her car’s trunk.

(“Those are the clothes you’re choosing to change into? When I gave you sweatpants and sweatshirts as options?? I’ll just wear them myself then.”)

“Like how you’re also apparently a closet Disney fan?” Stacie teased.

“I have some taste what can I say?” Aubrey shrugged.

They settled back into quiet, just looking ahead, comfortable in each others presence.

“Hey, can you pass me my binoculars? I think they might in the glovebox.”

Aubrey opened the compartment, and reached in to lift the binoculars to give to Stacie, who put them right to her eyes.

Still curious about what kind of things might be in her coworker’s car, Aubrey snooped through the glovebox, riffling through what seemed like important documents and insurance cards, and finding a massive bundle of something bound together with rubber bands.

Stacie looked over in mild panic at the sound of rustling papers. “Oh wait, don’t look through…that.”

Aubrey took out the object, eyebrows raises in inquiry. “Why do you just have a batch of pens in your car?”

Stacie turned back forward, and Aubrey could have sworn she saw a blush rise on Stacie’s cheeks as she put the binoculars back to her face.

“Just in case the roses actually went super poorly, I’d have a backup plan. Since you like that brand of pen in all those colors, or something.” Stacie said defensively.

“You noticed what kind of pens I like.” Aubrey stated, impressed.

“I’m a detective, I wouldn’t be qualified for my job if I didn’t.”

Aubrey smiled softly. “For the record, I actually did appreciate the roses. That was actually pretty romantic.”

“Shut up.” Stacie retorted for the second time that night, but with no malice. “Hey I think I see a door open to that building over there, wanna look if we can get to the roof for a better view?”

Aubrey squinted. “Looking at your car from this far away, is it red or orange?”

They sat on a stack of wooden planks as their roof lookout spot. Stacie was right, it was a much better vantage point than her car; they were able to get a wider view of the area.

Stacie chuckled. “It’s technically red, but the idiot I paid to do the paint job didn’t do so great, so it’s been peeling steadily forever, and thus you can see the orange under.”

Aubrey looked sternly at Stacie. “Your car still has manual roll up windows. And whenever I’m not hearing about the new date you’ve taken in the car, inappropriately at work I might add, I’m hearing about you bringing it to the shop again. It probably breaks down every month, why do you keep it around?"

Stacie was silent for a minute before slowly starting to answer.

“I have two older brothers, one of which is a doctor, and the other an engineer, and each of them probably make about five times my salary now.” Stacie admitted. “Before joining the police force, I figured that was the kind of thing that I should do, and it was what my parents wanted me to do. So, I originally went to school for chemical engineering, and got a job out graduation at Boston Scientific doing research, but it didn’t really feel right, so I quit after a year and enrolled in the academy.”

“That’s quite a big jump.” Aubrey remarked. “Why police specifically?”

“I watched a bunch of police and crime dramas growing up and always thought they were super cool. And I dunno,” she shrugged. “I guess I wanted to help people too, not just work where I’d make the most money.”

“Noble cause.” Aubrey said, genuinely meaning it.

“And I bought the car when I got my first police paycheck, as a kind of ‘fuck you’ to my family, since they weren’t exactly the most supportive with my choice.” Stacie turned to face Aubrey. “I’m assuming my Mustang has nothing on that sleek Subaru of yours, were you gonna just torch it?”

“Nope.” Aubrey popped the ‘p’ at the end of the word. “I was going to test out if it actually is a chick magnet, since I’m not sure if the rumors are true…” she teased.

Stacie put a hand on her heart in mock offense. “How dare you! I can give you plenty of proof thank you very much.”

“Okay, disgusting.”

Stacie laughed, a wonderful sound to Aubrey’s ears. “I wasn’t even thinking there, for once.” She looked thoughtful. “What about you? Why’d you go into police work? Your dad?”

Everyone knew New York Police Commissioner Posen. “He wants me to be commissioner like him someday,” Aubrey sighed. “But lately, I’m not sure that’s something I want. Like, he was never home when I was growing up, and when—if I have a family someday, I think I’d want to actually spend time with them. I want to make it to captain someday, but further from that I don’t have any plans.” She confessed, then looked apologetic. “Sorry that’s not really something I’ve ever really talked about with anyone.”

Stacie put her hand over Aubrey’s, the support grounding her. “I really appreciate you telling me. I honestly do.”

And suddenly Aubrey realized just how close they were, hands touching and faces just inches apart. She thought she saw Stacie’s eyes flicker down to her lips, but before she can contemplate it any further, they’re jolted out of their reverie by the sound of tires on the concrete nine stories below. They pull apart immediately, and Aubrey weirdly felt a loss of the warmth of Stacie’s hand on hers.

“Shit,” Stacie mutters under her breath, shaking her head as if to brush off some intruding thought.

Aubrey felt the similar need to clear cobwebs from her mind. Was the date real? Was Stacie about to…

“You good there Posen?” Aubrey looked over to see Stacie with her hand out. Did she want to hold hands…?

“I asked for the binocs?”

Right. Of course. The binoculars. Professional setting.

She handed them over and Stacie peered through them at the truck below, now with a couple of men filing out the front.

“Those look like our guys. Wanna go bust them?”

“Does Pilot sell fountain pens? What’s the plan?”

“I’m going to take that as a yes. Follow my lead.”

They arrested the two guys without problem, catching them off guard by pretending to be a lost, slightly tipsy, couple. After bringing them in, as it was late, they decided to just head home instead of rejoining everyone at Barden’s.

Stacie followed Aubrey up the stairs to her apartment, one hand on her lower back over her blouse. It pulled away once they got to their destination though, and Aubrey immediately missed the contact.

“You know you don’t have to walk with me to my door, I’m not going to get snatched in the five steps from your car.” Aubrey said in amusement.

“You never know! And also it’s just date etiquette.”

“Wasn’t this supposed to be the worst date ever?” Aubrey’s eyebrow quirked.

“Some rules can’t be broken even for bad dates.”

“Like walking someone back to their door.”

“Exactly.”

Aubrey actually had a much better night than she expected, not that she would admit it. It might have helped that the stakeout cut off any of Stacie’s other plans, probably each more humiliating than singing musical duets in front of all her coworkers.

“Right, and speaking of rules,” Stacie started in a serious tone, “did you manage to follow the only one of tonight?” Aubrey looked confused, so she continued. “The one where you can’t fall in love with me.”

“Ah yes,” Aubrey nodded in solemn recognition. “Of course. It was really hard, but I think I managed.”

A flash of emotion (disappointment?) flickered on Stacie’s face but quickly disappeared. “Well, good.” She glanced at her watch. “And, it’s officially past midnight, so I guess you’re off the hook, Posen. See you at work Monday.” Before Aubrey could react, Stacie placed a soft kiss to her cheek, and whispered a “bye” a hairbreadth away from Aubrey’s mouth, pairing it with the sweetest smile, before turning and walking back to her car.

As Aubrey watched Stacie’s back get smaller, she brought a hand to where Stacie’s lips touched, the skin seemingly electrified.

Maybe she did break the “not falling in love” rule.

#two days late sorry!!#Staubrey Week #Staubrey Week 2019 #Day 3 #Workplace AU #Stacie Conrad #Aubrey Posen #Pitch Perfect #fic #mine

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helloprettybb · 6 years

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kiss the girl

Yes, this fic is based off the song Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid. I think it’s perfect for a fluffy Spencer x reader fic. Also I’m 90% sure I already used this gif, but whatever.

Warning: a curse word or two

Word count: 2.1k

There you see her

Sitting there across the way

Spencer did not want to go to the club. Spencer did want to go home and watch Doctor Who and reread War and Peace. Yet he knew the team would not take no for an answer, so he begrudgingly joined them at the club. While scouting for a secluded area where he could avoid the crowd, he found you. Unlike every other adult, who was on the spectrum of buzzed to black-out drunk, you looked serene compared to the mob. Something about the sober look on your face or your intelligent eyes, drew Spencer to you and before he could stop his feet, he was moving towards you.

“Hey,” Spencer clears his throat and continues, “Can I, um sit here?” He gestures to the empty seat next to you. Nodding, you give a polite smile and continued to gaze into the crowd. “My name’s Dr. Spencer Reid. What’s yours?” he asks a little awkwardly.

“Y/n Y/ln,” you reply kindly, trying not to seem too standoffish. Although the stranger was rather handsome and seemingly polite, you weren’t here to talk to people. You didn’t even want to drink, but your friend forced a beer into your hands. You only gave a small sip to please her so she could run off and grind with some gross asshole who probably wouldn’t give her the time of day if not for his high blood alcohol content.

She don't got a lot to say

But there's something about her

Spencer could tell she wasn’t looking for a conversation, but he wanted to work on his conversational skills with strangers and he wanted to try with someone who might have something in common with him. “This place isn’t really my thing.” He comments honestly.

You wanted to end this before it began, but he seemed like he meant well so you decided to throw him a bone, “Me neither.” you agree. Elaborating you add, “I’m only here because my coworkers wanted to ‘celebrate the weekend,” You chuckle, “They practically dragged me out here then everyone separated.”

Spencer turns to you and responds, “My coworkers forced me here too. I’d rather be home watching Doctor Who.”

“Doctor Who?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Spencer admits, “You probably think it’s sad that I’d rather watch Doctor Who than be here.”

“No, I was just wondering like what’s it about? Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey...stuff?” you smile. At first, Spencer seems confused, then he realized what you said and his face lights up.

“You watch Doctor Who?” he asks surprisedly.

“Of course! It’s the best British science-fiction show on!” you laugh happily.

And you don't know why

But you're dying to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Spencer hasn’t talked to anyone with an obsession for Doctor Who in a while. For once, someone didn’t ridicule him for something he liked. Maybe it was the half a beer or the intoxicating nature of the club, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to kiss you, but he told himself that was irrational.

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

You and Spencer started with Doctor Who but eventually got to magic.

“Wait, you do magic?” you ask with a delightful chuckle.

“Yes, magic!” Spencer replies his voice cracking which only helped his charming dorkiness.

Even without the influence of alcohol, you were starting to loosen up around him. “Show me a magic trick then.” you challenge him with a smirk. Spencer smiles back and searches his pockets. After fishing through his pockets, he places a seemingly ordinary pen and his business card.

He picks up the pen and the card and tells you, “This is a normal card” He taps the card with his pen. “Now,” He pokes the pen through the card, “Don’t get...” Spence slides the pen under his number, “Distracted.” he pulls the pen out of the card to reveal an intact card.

You laugh and flirt, “If I figure out how you did the trick, do I get the card?”

It's possible she wants you

Spencer grins, “You can try.”

Given the word, you start, “The pen is magnetic.” You look into his eyes, which reveal nothing so you continue, “When you forced the pen through, you could move it along the card because of the magnet between the tip and pen.” Without a word, Spencer hands you the card and you happily take it. “The only thing I don’t understand is why you carry the pen around.” you jest.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Spencer replies jokingly.

There's one way to ask her

“I’m sorry if this is too forward, but do you want to go to my apartment?” Although you are becoming quite comfortable with this man, who you’ve only met a couple of hours ago, you were still hesitant since you knew what happens when women went to a stranger’s apartment. Seemingly knowing your thought process he suggests, “We can watch Doctor Who.” Seeing the candidness on his face, you smile and nod before following him out of the club.

Neither of you drove to the club, Spencer took the train and you were driven by a friend, so to get to Spencer’s apartment, you walk through the park. You had to admit, the late, dreamy environment set a romantic mood as you and Spencer strolled through the park, occasionally being surrounded in darkness when walking in between lights. You were still a little uneasy about going to a stranger’s apartment, even if the stranger is dorky and admittedly attractive.

It don't take a word

Not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

Both you and Spencer were subconsciously swinging your arms, which caused some delightfully awkward situations. “S’ry,” Spencer apologizes after your fingers brush against each other.

“It’s okay,” you laugh. After a couple moments of silence, you ask, “What do you do for a living?”

“Oh, I’m an FBI agent,” Spencer replies casually.

“An FBI agent?” you ask surprisedly with a happy laugh.

“What’s so surprising about that?” he questions with another adorable voice crack.

“It’s just that you look more like a college professor than someone who would kick down doors and shoot a gun,” you reply honestly.

“Well, It’s usually my colleague, Morgan’s job to kick down doors. I also failed my gun qualification and needed the physical requirements waived.” Spencer confesses candidly.

“Well, if I’m ever in trouble, tell your friend Morgan so he can kick down the door and save me,” you joke. You and Spencer enter his apartment building. “But didn’t you consider any other career?” you ask curiously as you step into the elevator. “Someone as smart as you could do anything. Why the FBI?”

Spencer thinks for a moment and responds, “The simple answer is that I knew from a young age that I wanted to become a profiler. The only place I could that is the BAU which is a part of the FBI.” He elaborates, “The more complex answer is that I wanted to look into the minds of criminals. I wanted to understand how people could do such horrible things.”

You process his answer and admit, “Wow. That’s a very complex answer.”

You arrive at his apartment door and he chuckles, “I did warn you.” Spencer fishes for his keys and subconsciously steps closer to you. You and Spencer were less than a foot apart. For a second, you thought he would kiss you, but instead, he unlocks the door. He opens it and lets you go in first.

My oh my

Look like the boy too shy

Ain't gonna kiss the girl

His apartment looked just how you imagined. Bookshelves were scattered across the walls. Some were drilled on while others attached to the floor. The apartment looked like an organized mess, which seemed to fit Spencer’s personality. He strolled over to his T.V. and opened the cabinet underneath which revealed C.Ds for all the seasons of Doctor Who. “Should we start from the beginning?” Spencer asks. You smile back and nod happily. After he pops in the first C.D, he joins you on the couch across from the television. In the beginning, you kept a respectful distance from Spencer, but as the episodes continued, you gravitated slowly toward him. In the end, you were right next to him, almost leaning on him. You begrudgingly admitted to yourself that you enjoyed this little moment with Spencer, but something made you instinctively check your phone.

“It’s late. I should probably go,” you speak up. You got up and started toward the door.

Ain't that sad?

Ain't it a shame? Too bad

He gonna miss the girl

“Do you want to stay?” Spencer impulsively asked. He continues, “I- I mean it’s late and in 2013, drowsy driving was responsible for 72,000 crashes, 44,000 injuries, and 800 deaths. However, these numbers are underestimated and up to 6,000 fatal crashes each year may be caused by drowsy drivers. An estimated 1 in 25 adult drivers report having fallen asleep while driving in-”

“Okay, okay.” you laugh. “I’ll stay.”

Now's your moment

Boy, you better do it soon

No time will be better

“Do you want something more, um comfortable?” he asks a little awkwardly.

“Sure.” you laugh. He leaves the room and a couple minutes later, comes back with a sweatshirt and pajama pants.

“I don’t think these will fit you, but these are the smallest clothes I have.” Spencer states.

“It’s fine.” you chuckle. “Where’s your bathroom?” He points to it and you walk away. You come back and to Spencer’s surprise, you’re only wearing the sweatshirt. You see Spencer’s slightly shocked face and explain jokingly, “The pants were too big and this sweatshirt is practically a dress.” Spencer sets the pants down on the couch.

“I haven’t really asked anything about you,” Spencer states plainly.

“What do you want to know?” you ask matter-of-factly, sitting next to him on the couch.

“Well, uh,” he thinks for a moment, “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a doctor,” you reply.

“Why a doctor?” he questions.

“The literal answer,” you start causing both of you to laugh, “Is because I scored high enough on my MCATS and breezed through med school. But my complex answer is because I want to do good in a world surrounded by bad.” Spencer chuckles lightly which causes you to follow up with, “I know, it sounds like a cheesy answer.”

“No, I think that’s the perfect answer.” Spencer grins causing you to smile back.

Don't be scared

You got the mood prepared

Go on and kiss the girl

You and Spencer were inches apart. Subconsciously, you bite your lip which only makes Spencer want you more. Right as your lips were about to connect, Spencer’ s phone goes off. You promptly break apart as Spencer fishes for the phone. “Hello?” he asks. You hear laughing from the other end and Spencer hangs up.

“Who was that?” you ask curiously.

“Just someone from work. She was drunk though, so I hung up.” Spencer shrugs with a smile.

Don't stop now

Don't try to hide it

How you want to kiss the girl

You clear your throat and state, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Spencer replies awkwardly, “I’ll get you a pillow and blanket.” Spencer enters his room and closes the door behind him. “Is it wrong to want to kiss someone so badly?” he thinks to himself. A part of him wished he turned off his phone and proceeded to kiss you.

You got to kiss the girl

You've got to kiss the girl

You wanna kiss the girl

You've gotta kiss the girl

Trying to ignore his inner battle between logic and instinct, Spencer opens the door to hand you the pillow and blankets. “Here,” he says.

“Thanks,” you reply politely. He looks into your eyes and sees disappointment. He reads your body language and senses you expected something and were let down. Maybe it’s his emotions or feelings clouding his judgment, but he knew what he had to do.

“I’m sorry if this is too forward, but I just have to do this,” he confesses.

You start, “What is it, Spence-” Before you could finish, he closes the gap between you, causing you to drop the pillows and blankets between you. Feeling the intensity between you and him, you pull him closer and he rests his hands on your cheeks.

You pull apart, still inches apart, “Wow.”

“Wow.” he chuckles. “Your lips taste amazing.” You laugh and he pulls you into another kiss.

Kiss the girl

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagines #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction

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Yugioh S2 Ep 28: Marik Ishtar Canonically Only Weighs 121 lbs

Yo, I got hella sick this week and slept for what felt like 3 straight days, so because I’m still not fully functional (like I just found french fries in my front pocket of my sweatshirt and I have no idea when over the past three days I put that in there), in celebration of finally being awake, lets watch a lucid dream put to the screen, that’s right, it’s time for Yugioh.

Last we left off, Yugi has decided to throw this heavy chain and anchor over Joey’s neck--referring of course to the golden cursed necklace and not the actual chain and anchor that is hanging above them and about to kill them (but probably weighs the same but we’ll get to that realization later). I was really hoping that we’d get to see Pharaoh pull up in the corner like a little shoulder angel and just start shouting at Joey, but apparently you can’t catch the Pharaoh Dad curse that easily.

So apparently I missed THIS the last two episodes--but there’s a huge ass Death Clock above the anchor? Seriously, there’s been a time limit this whole time!?

I would be jumping into the ocean the moment I saw this clock, I just cannot even fathom the thought of playing a 20 minute card game. Like once my older brother--a different bro than my younger bro who edits this blog, this is my Chaotic Neutral bro--decided to shove 5 different Uno decks together to create an ultimate deck that was almost entirely wilds and draw 4′s and it was such an excruciating experience, that my Mother secretly threw the game away. Forever scarred.

Anyway, now that he’s strapped with Pharaoh in a Box, finally things got weird enough that Joey snapped out of it. First time he snapped out of it was because of a dragon...second time was the puzzle...he has yet to even kind of recognize Tea strapped in a bondage chair with a giant storage unit threatening to crush her--that one doesn’t seem to bother him.

Joey has a very selective memory, but he only seems to come to for about 10 seconds at a time and mostly just sweats a lot whenever he does.

(read more under the cut)

And as Joey pulls out the same piece he once threw out a school window and into a really fancy fountain, he has a very quick flashback to Season One. Or Season Zero, depending on which version you like better. (What school has a fountain, PS? Was that a quick donation from the Kaibas so the principal could shrug off some demerits?)

And so Joey puts the puzzle back together and back over his neck.

It’s fine. Go back to throwing fireballs at your best friend, but if you litter, then that’s just way too far. I mean the show has to stretch this out four episodes anyway, so despite their endless friendship love--Joey is still possessed and we have nothing left to give him unless Yugi just starts unloading belts.

Really confused at how this magic even works or operates when the puzzle is so far away from Yugi, but maybe Pharaoh has a battery life like a wacom tablet.

Man, so there really is no way to have any privacy when that guy’s in your head huh? Like can’t even hang up the puzzle when you’re on the toilet--no--he’s just...always around. This is the worst curse.

Back on the boat, the story boarding team realized that Marik is an underage teenager and cannot drink alcohol on TV.

I mean he didn’t even have a bottle of whatever he’d drink to fill that glass (milk, I’m assuming. Marik seems like the type of person that’d put ice in his milk.) But all that was drawn next to him was just one bucket of ice. Marik’s just back here stress chewing ice like a pregnant woman.

PS I just looked up Marik’s age with a quick Google Search and can we talk about something real fast--just real fast--JK I’m gonna talk about it a lot.

+++++RATHER LONG WIKIA WORMHOLE WEIGHT DISCUSSION FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++++++++

Age‎: ‎16 <---which seems a little young, but OK, it’s an anime

Weight‎: ‎121.254 lb <------- EXCUSE ME, WIKIA!?

Height‎: ‎1.8 m ; 5.906 ft

He is nearly 6 ft feet tall and 120 lbs!?

Y’all.

Marik HAS NO BONES.

As a reviewer, it’s not my job to go around saying if drawing Marik way too skinny for a normal human being is right or wrong, because that’s a discussion that you can find plenty of info on. I’m pretty sure the people who made this show never expected when they first drew Yugi’s crazy eyes and horrible hair that we’d have a generation that would point to it and say “that’s hot”

And I’m not saying any of these characters have eating problems either, because we’ve seen all of them eat healthy meals. The shocking thing is that they gave these fake characters--remember these aren’t real people, they are cartoons--a specific numeric weight.

Blood type I expect, other random anime tidbits I expect--but weight seems super duper random and so awkward. Like, why do we have this information? Was it on a card or something? Like did the intern who came up with this weight number even research like...how much a normal human weighs??? Did they pull this number out of their ass???? None of these numbers make any sense, and they have these for apparently every single person who has appeared on the show. It’s incredible.

Man, Marik’s still wearing Baby Gap over there. Which...that explains the very small hoodie.

...one sec, let me look at the stats on Yugi.

Weight‎: ‎92.594 lb Height‎: ‎1.53 m ; 5.02 ft

OH NO. Who did this!?

He can’t even ride a roller coaster yet! Well, that explains a lot of the need for so many belts on this show. Yugi hasn’t hit the big triple digits yet.

Oh, Yugi.

And since we’re talking about numbers, lets talk about that puzzle now that we’ve talked about Yugi’s body weight. And like, lets be real--this is a cartoon and so of course it weighs magically nothing in the physics of the show...but lets just see, using math, how much this is if a 7 inch isosceles pyramid were made of solid gold (assuming that there is no gap in the middle, because that’s the way I’ve personally interpreted it.)

Now I’m gonna throw out a number and if you disagree, that’s cool beans and I don’t care, I was an art major, leave your math in the comments. But my math: It’s roughly 60 lbs. Some people online say it would only be 2 kilo’s but I don’t know what planet they’re from. Gold is .7 lbs a volumetric inch

Of course this weight also depends on how heavy the chain is, but I mean...the chain is stronger than Joey Wheeler and Tristan combined hitting it repeatedly with a pipe. It’s gotta be a car-towing/superlock chain.

a 20 inch heavy duty tow/lock chain is like 15 lbs, from what I see on Ebay.

So that pyramid necklace, indeed, is 75 lbs--4/5 of Yugi’s weight.

Now lets say you think there’s a gap in the middle and each piece has about a half-inch thickness, we’ll subtract about 43 lbs.

That’s still a 32 lb necklace guys, it’s about a third his weight!

Now lets say this was gold plated--first off, it’s not. But, lets say it’s entirely copper AND it’s hollow. That necklace is still 7 lbs with a 15 lb chain which is 23 lbs.

So, in all, Yugi actually weighs more than most people on this show--but it’s only because of the necklace, meaning the strongest thing in Yugioh, other than the endearing power of friendship between Joey and Yugi, is Yugi’s neck.

I also looked up Seto Kaiba and it didn’t say his weight right away but it did say this

Favorite Food‎: ‎Filet Mignon with Foie Gras Sauce

Damn.

Why does Seto Kaiba crave freakin ducks? Someone please give this poor child some candy. Give the whole cast candy.

+++++++END RANT OF EVERYONE’S WEIGHT ACCORDING TO WIKIA. I’M NOT EVEN SURE WHY WE KNOW THIS?+++++++

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the boys are still babysitting Serenity, who has the pure muscle mass of 108 lbs, which is nearly 20 lbs more than Yugi Muto and only about 10 lbs less than Marik Ishtar.

She could probably lift Marik Ishtar. TBH with OP buff Wheeler stats like that, Serenity could probably punch out half the cast and does not need babysitting.

Duke Devlin is still following them around. I don’t really know why. No thugs are after Duke. Duke can just leave whenever he wants to, but he’s either so fascinated by Tristan’s predicament, or so enamored by Serenity’s soft hair and beautiful bandages, that he’s decided to follow along like Bakura in Season 1.

Except Bakura in Season 1 followed along because he wanted to screw them all, I’m pretty sure Duke won’t be doing that because I’m fairly positive that dice earring he got off of Etsy isn’t a millennium earring. I’m fairly positive he isn’t going to randomly kill everybody. I don’t know if this show could handle yet another villain dead set on destroying the world.

This love triangle between Tristan, and a girl who I didn’t think was real in S1, and Duke Devlin, the guy who was in a one-off at the end of S1 when the season should have already ended. So this is happening now. Interesting choice, show.

Serenity is like 12, right? Like her brother’s 14-16 and she’s like 11-13?

This show has a cast mostly full of people who are all the same age yet they keep shipping the few people that are either too young or waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too old. (except for Yugi and Joey, of course, who are the same age)

Duke Devlin, with this newly found responsibility, immediately walks a blind person into the street.

Anyways, speaking of ships that are way too old for this show, look who’s here and driving the dumbest convertible I’ve ever seen drawn.

And on the other side of town, the show edited out most of this violent nonsense for me.

Mai’s car, straight from fisher-price. I can’t stop looking at it.

So um...in the time it took to get Tristan, pick him up, turn around, and then drive here it was like...a 2 minute drive?

But, youknow, consider the Kaiba’s perspective. You’re watching this effed up duel straight from the bowels of Satan, and you hear a car pull up, and you’re like “oh finally, someone’s come to help us” and you turn around, and it’s a blue clown car full of Mai Valentine, Tristan, that random horny kid from the class across the hall, and some blind woman?

So Mokuba, who weighs less than one millennium puzzle at 61 lbs, actually makes an attempt to explain everything as quickly as possible and this is like the fourth time this kid has had to explain to someone else what the hell is going on.

Ah, and now everyone’s a bystander.

Almost the entire cast is here now, right? At least Yugi will die with an audience.

Bandit Keith weighs 187 lbs, PS. He is, so far, the only character I’ve checked who weighs more than Yugi with the necklace on.

Anyway, their weights are all awkwardly available online and I’ll probably go back to forgetting that this random info exists (much like I consistently forget that Seto is only 6′1″ although he’s drawn like he’s 8 ft tall)

Next week on Yugioh:

So how much does Yugi’s hair weigh when all that product is on there? Does Seto ever eat that Filet Mignon he craves so bad? Is Mai in fact renting that car and does it get busted here in the Abandoned Warehouse neighborhood?

#Yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #S2 Ep 28 #Yugi muto #Joey Wheeler #Marik Ishtar #Serenity Wheeler #Mai Valentine #Duke Devlin #Tristan Taylor #doom clock #Seto Kaiba #Mokuba Kaiba #tw weight

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Teasing a Costume, Iron Fist-Style

As anyone who follows my other blog might know, I have many thoughts on the Iron Fist costume. As we eagerly wait for MCU Danny to acquire his, I wanted to take a moment to celebrate the impressive degree to which his comics look has been integrated into his clothing in the shows.

When I talk about 616 Danny’s costume in this context, I’m mostly talking about this one. It’s not his only costume (in fact, he hasn’t worn this for a while), but it was his original, iconic look, and so-- unsurprisingly-- is the one most frequently referenced in the Netflix-verse. I adore this costume, giant collar and all, so this has made me a very happy Iron Fist fan.

This look popped up in some of the earliest trailers, and I’ve been enamored with it ever since. While most of this post will cover the costume’s integration into Danny’s Earth clothes, here we have it invoked by the everyday clothing worn in the MCU’s K’un-Lun. Obviously, this makes a lot of sense. One of my favorite elements of the Iron Fist mythos is the legacy behind the position. While the Marvel universe is filled with superheroes sitting in their apartments, sewing their own spandex, being the Iron Fist is an actual job, and it comes with an official uniform. This uniform has evolved over the centuries, changing to suit current trends and the lifestyle/personality of the person wearing it. But the basic template has remained the same. It makes sense that the robes worn by the warriors in K’un-Lun (at least, in this universe) might reflect the ceremonial colors and style worn by the Iron Fist, and I hope this means that in the MCU, just like in the comics, the costume is an official uniform that Danny will return to K’un-Lun and claim. Not that I have anything against homemade costumes, of course-- but this is something that makes Iron Fist unique, and I would love for it to be preserved in the show.

But anyway, on to Danny’s Earth duds...

I love this: zipping up the sweatshirt... but only a little bit. This recreation of the plunging neckline is often paired with shirts with either collars or hoods (which achieve the same effect of invoking-- if sadly not recreating-- the giant popped collar), and has remained a signature Danny look since Iron Fist episode 12. Not only is it a great reference, but it also shows off that gorgeous redesign of the dragon brand. Win/win.

(Check out the rolled-up sleeves in this picture. Look at the sleeve length on his comics costume. Now that’s attention to detail.)

(Luke. Luke! Unzip! Come on!)

(Here it is: the most accurate recreation of the 70s costume. That neckline’s gotta go all the way down, people.)

Of course, another important component is the mask, which is much more difficult to integrate into casual clothing. But they still pulled it off! In Iron Fist episode 9, Danny improvises a mask out of a shirt to protect himself from a smoke bomb.

While the front doesn’t resemble his comics mask at all, the arms of the shirt mimic the all-important ribbony bits in the back.

Wade: “I know you’re a bad mutha, Fisty, but I just can’t get past the ballet slippers! Bwa-ha-ha!”

Heroes for Hire vol. 1 #10 by John Ostrander, Pascual Ferry, and Joe Rosas

They even managed to integrate the slippers (or “booties”, as Luke calls them). Danny spends an episode-and-a-bit of Iron Fist wearing hospital slippers that have the same general look as his shoes in the comics:

Of course, the color is wrong... which is probably why they then gave him yellow shoes in The Defenders.

And finally...

When Danny steps into a superheroic role at the end of The Defenders, we see him doing the Superhero Rooftop Crouch(TM) while dressed in a spiffy green tracksuit.

Yes, this is the kind of thing that he wears in day-to-day life in the comics...

...but much more significantly, it also invokes the design of his current 616 costume.

Maybe this was just a fun easter egg for the fans, or maybe it’s a hint of what is to come. Either way, I have loved the effort put into all these costume references, and can’t wait to finally get the real thing in Season 2.

#MCU #Netflix Iron Fist #Netflix Defenders #Iron Fist #Danny Rand #Commentary

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Have you been wearing homemade masks or store-bought ones? Store-bought. I’ve seen too many infographs and advisories saying that homemade masks - especially the cloth ones - are virtually useless when it comes to protecting yourself against the virus. Idk why there’s still a market for those, honestly.

What state (or country) do you live in? We don’t live in states here. We’re divided into regions, which are divided into provinces, which are divided into cities; so I don’t know what our equivalent of states would be.

Do you call yourself stupid a lot? Yeah, especially these days.

When was the last time you were sick? I was sick from late May to early June. Stressful times. The fever took its time hanging out to the point where I started thinking it was Covid, but I never showed any of the the main symptoms other than a fever...still, the period of not knowing was terrifying.

Are you listening to music right now? I am not. It’s 2:29 AM and I would find music extremely loud if played rn.

What are you severely allergic to, if anything? Nothing.

Is your room a mess? I wouldn’t call it so. There’s a bit of clutter on top of my bedside storage basket, but it’s not out of control.

What is the book you are reading (or that last book you read) about? It’s the most recent spin-off in the Twilight series, Midnight Sun. Stephenie Meyer actually started writing the book WAY way back, like 2008. Then someone leaked it, and so in order to gain back control of the leaked copy Stephenie proceeded to post the entire draft on her website for fans to read it directly from her, but it also meant that she didn’t want to work on it for a while. That’s why I was so surprised when I found out she went back to writing it after all and that it was up for release this year. I remember reading the drafts when I was 11, but my memory of it is super hazy and I can’t compare it to the present copy.

Is there a Kmart in your town? No. This was also asked in the last survey I took lol, what’s up with Kmart? What is your newest favorite website? I haven’t discovered any new ones recently.

Do you have a headache right now? No. I’m a little hungry, but that’s unrelated lol.

Do you have embarrassing memories of stupid things you've done? Yeah, they’re the ones my brain somehow likes to take the most snapshots of.

What was the last video you watched on YouTube? A Good Mythical Morning clip, but I forgot which episode.

Does your stomach hurt right now? Not in a cramp-y way. It’s just in the mood to growl because I’m feeling hungry, so there is a level of discomfort at the moment.

What was the last thing you cooked on the stove? Eggs, but it’s been a while.

Are you wearing socks? Nope.

What month is your birthday, and what month would u change it to if u could? April. I’m not unhappy with my birthday now, but when I was a kid and our summer vacations used to fall from April to June I really hated my birth month because it meant no one ever greeted me and that I didn’t get to celebrate my birthday with my classmates. That made my birthdays growing up such a lonely affair. Back then, I certainly wanted my birthday to have fallen on a school month, so from mid-June to mid-March.

Do you think it's ok to call yourself stupid? I know that it’s not. Hasn’t stopped me before, won’t stop me now.

What color Christmas tree do you want when you have a house someday? I’m always so peeved by the grammar in this type of question...idk if Americans consider it correct but this is definitely not the way we were taught English lol. “What color [noun]” just sounds so strange and it’s personally on the same level of being annoying as “I seen her” looool. Anyway, we’ve always had green and I’m not about to change that tradition. It just feels the most festive to me.

Have you ever had to use an epi pen? I haven’t.

Do you have nice neighbors? They haven’t done anything mean to me and in fact they’ve taken quite a bit of interest in me because of Cooper.

Do you know the names of 3 of your neighbors? (list if you can) I know a Marie because we used to let our dogs play together and a Mac because he’s a famous director in the country, but that’s all I know.

What was the last thing you cooked that you burnt or cooked for too long? Can’t say I’ve had this happen to me before.

If you could have a car in any color, which color would you choose? I’m happy with my white car.

What was the last grocery store you shopped at? i entered an SM grocery last, but I didn’t buy anything. I was there to look for one particular item that turned out to be unavailable.

What was the last type of milk you drank? I don’t drink milk a lot, but I’m guessing the last one was chocolate.

What flavor was the last smoothie you drank? It’s callled Breakfast Smoothie but aside from banana and oats, I can’t quite remember what was in it anymore.

Do you have a Magic Bullet? No.

Do memories from your past come back to haunt you? Sometimes.

Are you afraid of the dark? Not when I’m meant to sleep.

Have you ever hallucinated? I have not.

Do you believe in angels and demons? No.

Have you ever seen an angel? No.

Have you ever seen a demon? No.

What color was the last sweatshirt you wore? White.

Do you plan to vote in the next election? I’m a little hopeless, but yeah. I don’t wanna let my rights go to waste.

Who was president when you were born? Estrada lol, what an embarrassment.

#survey #surveys

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fromherlips · 6 years

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the truly heinous holiday sweater - a cut to the feeling drabble

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF BRACE YOUR ELF DECEMBER! we’re starting it off with a little drabble from the ‘cut to the feeling’ universe, a one shot i wrote this summer. i hope you enjoy this lil guy and i can’t wait for you to see what’s in store for the rest of the month! lots and lots of love xoxoxo

“Niall, I swear to god, if you don’t get your cold hands off of me, I will shove you off of this sofa,” Lennox said, narrowing her eyes at the brown-haired nuisance sat next to her. Their bodies were covered with a fluffy throw blanket that Lennox had picked up at Target a few weeks prior, keeping them warm to combat her freezing apartment. What they didn’t tell you about adulthood was that gas and electricity bills were expensive, so anywhere she and her roommates could save, they did. This usually translated to ungodly hot summers and freezing winters inside their apartment, but it was well worth the money saved for other expenses.

Niall chuckled, his hands slipping out from under the hem of her sweatshirt. Or more accurately, his sweatshirt that she had claimed as hers only a few months after they had started dating the year before. Her roommates had an event on campus to attend as a favor to a friend, giving Lennox and Niall the entire apartment to themselves for a few hours. There were plenty of things that they could’ve done whilst left alone, so naturally they chose to take full control of the TV in the living room, a rarity given her binge-watching obsessed roommates.

The two had picked up dinner on campus, carrying it back to her apartment while they trudged through the fresh snow, too early in the season to be thick and icy and a total walking hazard. Since they got complete control of what they were watching, they’d spent most of the week planning the two movies they’d try to squeeze in during their moment of solitude. They each got to pick one and spent a long time arguing about each other’s movie taste. But when it came down to it, they ended up turning the TV on to a marathon of Catfish. Over an hour later, they found themselves hooked, too engrossed to bother following their original plans for the night.

“My hands aren’t cold,” Niall argued.

“They’re icicles,” she replied. “Honestly, had I known you had such freezing hands, I wouldn’t have even thought about dating you.”

Niall snorted, snaking his arm around her waist. “You’re hilarious.”

“At least you have one thing right,” she hummed, tilting her head to the right until her cheek rested on Niall’s shoulder. “Are we losers for watching Catfish on a Thursday night when we have the apartment to ourselves?”

“Absolutely not,” Niall replied. “I’m too tired to do anything else. Senior year is easy but it also sucks and I just want to sleep all the time.”

“Same,” Lennox groaned. “I could nap now, but I want to know if this person is a catfish or not. I mean, I’m sure they are but at the same time, what if I’m wrong?”

Lennox was not wrong, but that didn’t stop them from watching the next episode in hopes that one of these days, the person would actually be who they said they were. Niall had gotten up at some point to pour them a glass of wine, giving Lennox an opportunity to pull more of the blanket towards here, taking a sizable portion to drape over herself. He had learned to stop complaining about her blanket stealing habits, merely shaking his head at her when he sat back down on the couch.

“So, have you gotten your ugly sweater for the party next week yet?” Niall asked.

“Oh babe, I’ve had my sweater for weeks,” Lennox replied. “Why do you think I specifically requested having that ugly sweater party at your apartment? I had plans.”

“Ah, always planning ahead I see,” he replied. “I’m glad I could be of service to your party hosting needs.”

“Hey, your place is the perfect party apartment, don’t act like it’s not,” Lennox said. “I’ll help set up and clean up, you know that.”

“Shh, I’m only kidding,” he replied, sneaking his hand underneath the blanket to poke her in the side. “Can’t wait to be repulsed by your ugly sweater.”

“Same with yours,” she said. “And you better play along and wear one. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t abide by the last theme.”

“Oh, so now you’re the theme police?” Niall asked. “I’m so terrified.”

“I can’t even threaten you with handcuffs because we both know how you feel about those after Halloween,” Lennox commented, rolling her eyes at his inevitable snickering. “You were almost too into them, Ni.”

“Imagine how I feel about garland,” he commented, wagging his eyebrows.

* * * * *

Lennox’s sweater was, by far, the most atrocious sweater in the room. Half of the room wore simple red and green sweaters, another small chunk not even following the theme, though she was sure they were stragglers who heard about the party last minute and decided to come anyway. Then there was the select few who had on traditional holiday sweaters, the kind that you’d find at the mall that are still somewhat cute and didn’t fully commit to the “ugly” theme.

“If I didn’t love you, I’d dump you because of that sweater,” Niall said when Lennox showed up at his apartment three hours early with decorations and her own drinks of choice. She’d also brought over a case of beer, her gift to Niall’s roommates for being gracious party hosts once again. Niall assured her that they were fine with having party’s at their place because it meant they didn’t have to leave the house, but Lennox figured it was better to be polite and be on his roommates’ good sides, especially since they were best friends.

Niall’s sweater of choice wasn’t that appealing either, but it wasn’t as garish or ill-fitting as Lennox’s. Hers fit more like a dress, giving her an excuse to wear leggings underneath. It was a heinous shade of red and was covered in garland, glitter, mini stockings, embroidered candy canes, and even lit up thanks to the battery pack. It was, in all senses of the word, appalling.

“You’re rude and I’m not sharing my drinks with you tonight,” Lennox replied, brushing past Niall to set her bags down on his kitchen table. “Boys, you are more than welcome though!”

His roommates laughed, turning away from their video game on the TV for a moment to look her way. “Thanks guys,” Niall sighed, flipping off his roommates before joining Lennox at the table. “You’re still very cute though. That sweater doesn’t change that.”

“Too late,” she said, looking away from him while she started pulling out the red and green plastic cups. “Talk to me later and I’ll see if I change my mind.”

Niall had Lennox laughing within ten minutes, helping her hang random bits on the windows and walls, in between the decorations that they hadn’t taken down from their last party. Their apartment was always a bit of a hot mess, but at least it was somewhat clean and had the perfect set up for a party.

They had ended up ordering a couple of pizzas, passing the time before the party eating and playing more video games. Lennox played a few rounds, though she usually spent most of the time making fun of Niall losing, even if he was winning a round. It was fun to watch his brows furrow, his concentration faltering with each dumb remark.

“Dating for a year and she’s still taking the piss out of me,” Niall grumbled, pressing his fingers harder onto the buttons.

“It’s all out of love,” she replied, leaning back into the worn-in sofa. “You should think before you make fun of your girlfriend’s amazing ugly sweater.”

“There’s nothing in this world that would convince me to say that sweater was anything but heinous,” he said.

“Really?” Lennox quirked her brows, leaning to her left. She cupped her hand around Niall’s ears, whispering something too dirty for his roommates to hear. When she pulled away, he immediately cleared his throat, his focus clearly completely lost.

“I stand corrected,” he finally said.

A few of Lennox’s friends arrived an hour or so early, joining the small pre-game before everyone else was supposed to arrive. Kaia somehow read Lennox’s mind, carrying a full bottle of peppermint vodka above her head into the apartment, pumping her hands into the air to whatever song was playing. Peppermint vodka was vile unless poured into hot chocolate to spike it, but they had a tradition of doing shots of it during the holiday season, a disgusting tradition they shouldn’t have kept up, but continued to do regardless.

By the time the party properly started, Lennox, Niall, and their friends were on their way to being very drunk. It was incredible how effective and dangerous drinking games were, easing everyone along in the stages of their respective buzzes.

Try as they might to break the cycle, Niall and Lennox’s party nights always followed a similar pattern. They’d split up at the beginning of the party, spending time with their friends while the night was still young and they weren’t too drunk to comprehend situations. Then, naturally, they’d find each other, if not in the designated dance area, near the bathroom or in Niall’s bedroom for secret shots. It was gradual, the forces of liquor and attraction bringing them together to end the night side-by-side.

But, despite Niall hating Lennox’s sweater with the burning passion, he wouldn’t leave her side the entire night. If they weren’t shoulder to shoulder or facing each other, his hand was looped around her waist. She could feel his fingers fiddling with the garland and other embroideries on the sweater, a subconscious habit that he kept up the entire night.

“I really don’t want to take exams next week,” Lennox complained, leaning closer to Niall so he could hear her over the music blaring from the speakers.

“Me either,” he said. “But then it’s winter break and we have like, two weeks here without classes until we go home for Christmas.”

“True,” she replied. “You’re not going until the 22nd, right?”

“And you leave the 20th,” he said. “I’m back before New Year’s though. We’re celebrating here, right?”

“Yes, for sure,” she replied. “I don’t know of any plans right now, but I’m sure we’re creative enough to make our own, right?”

Niall smiled, lowering his bottle of beer away from his mouth. “Absolutely,” he said. Niall leaned forward, pressing a kiss against her lips. “You taste like…peppermint?”

“My tradition with Kaia,” she replied. “By the way, your sweater is pretty damn ugly too you know.”

“Yeah, but not like yours,” he pointed out.

“Still, not sure I’d want to date you if I had seen you in this last year,” she replied.

“Well shit Lennox, I guess we’re both lucky that we’ve been dating too long to care about an ugly sweater,” Niall said, shaking his head.

“Speak for yourself,” she joked, winking at her boyfriend. “C’mon cutie, I wanna take a shot in your room.”

“Just a shot?” he asked, raising his brows.

Lennox merely shrugged, turning on her heel before she could even see his reaction.

#holiday 2017 #cttf #happy first day of my 'brace your elf december'#1dff #niall horan fanfiction #Niall Horan fics

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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It's not personal, it's fiction (2) (Biadore) - shadyqueenie

A/N: awwww baes, I’m sorry this took so long – but this chap is twice the first one and I really had struggles with some sentences :(((( also, I’m not that happy of how it came out but I needed to write it that way since I have plans for the next one ;)))

I don’t know when I will be able to update again – I hope it will be at the end of the month but ehy, it’s the MFW and guess who’s working as hell?! Btw, I really love you (: thank you for your support, I wasn’t expecting it! As I always say, please keep on writing me! Your duh, shady

In this episode (?) ~

“Do you want to come out?” He started off suddenly, nervous as hell. […] “Out?” “Outside! We need to celebrate my win!” “You know it’s forbidden… do you?”

IT’S NOT PERSONAL, IT’S FICTION

The first day of airing after their deal went as smoothly as honey. At least for Danny. For Roy it was pure hell. He felt nervous and quick-tempered – as if he was about to bite someone. Then there was the elimination day. That night he couldn’t sleep well. He wasn’t worried about the race – he was worried about him being around Adore. But he made a deal and he had to honor it. “What are you going to wear?” Asked Bianca to Adore while they were doing their make up. To be honest, she already saw it putted onto the clothes hanger – and she really hoped that wasn’t the real Adore’s choice. “The black one” replied the other one pointing it. …And here we are. “Are you sure? Do you remember what Michelle told you?” “Yeah but you will help me by cinching me and no one would look at anything else” Adore blinked at Bianca in a very flirting way “Will you?” Bianca sighed “Just hurry up and finish this bitch smoking eye you’re doing”. She forced a smile while trying to put a pair of false lashes in her eyes, but ended up so nervous she messed all up. “Fuck” Bianca breathed. Why couldn’t she act as natural as Adore? Courtney was sit next to them. She watched the whole scene without saying anything. It was strange for her seeing Bianca not throwing any shades at Adore. Ok, Bianca was always helpful, but that was strange – even for her. Courtney didn’t even realize Adore has finished her make-up and that Bianca had already cinched her until she heard clearly from Adore’s wardrobe “Do I have a hot body now?” And Bianca’s reply “Yeah sure, the hottest one”. Yeah, sure?! What was that? A sarcastic line that didn’t came out well? A sincere compliment? Courtney couldn’t tell – the only thing she was sure was that wasn’t so Bianca-alike. I’m super late and that’s because all this flirty bullshits she thought blending her cheekbones faster than she has never done before.

“Adore Delano, you’re the winner of this week challenge” As Bianca heard this words she clapped her hands, as etiquette required. Adore really made her laugh when she said that her dress was made for the judges to see through her body. She envied that attitude of hers, with those adorable (yes, adorable) jokes and flirty glances. Did she had to whisper ‘I’m so proud’ as Adore suggested days before? That could have been too much, and Bianca was a bit disappointed. She wanted to win, of course. I’m here to win, that’s what was in her mind as she looked at Adore smiling. Adore glanced back at her. She waited for Bianca to say ‘I’m so proud’ but nothing happened, and while reaching the backstage her smile died. The older queen seemed stressed all the day long, but while Bianca walked the runaway she still looked beautiful and flawless as she has always done. Adore needed to plan something in order to understand what was wrong – she hoped it wasn’t for their deal, and she had to know it before the next airing session.

Jay give him the perfect occasion. In the bus for their way back to the hotel he approached Danny and whispered “We have to celebrate, and I exactly know how” “Ganj please, I told you I don’t want to get stoned during the race” Danny didn’t even look at his friend. He was sure Jay was going to offer him some ‘fantastic weed a friend of a friend grows in his wardrobe’. “Girl, I was talking about going out tonight!” Even if he tried so hard to keep his voice volume low, he couldn’t really make it “I know how to escape from this prison” “Woah?! Really?!” As Danny heard ‘going out’ he suddenly felt excited. Twenty days closed in that hotel and now the only thing he really wanted was going out – without being eliminated from the challenge, of course. “Yes, please say we will. My room is the one next to Derienne’s and I swear if I heard her or any of those airheads laugh again I will put a gun in my head and pull the trigger” Jay took his hands in Dannys’, looking at him with puppy eyes. “Party!” Was the only thing Danny said, and Jay knew that was one of the 100 ways of Danny for saying yes, so he came back to his seat and giggled “at 10p.m. in front of the elevator, ok?” Danny nodded as he kept staring at the window – he caught Roy’s reflection and sighed. He wanted to invite him so bad. Something that meant “we’re not just two people that play together – we can be friends too, and friends go together in a club”. Hell, that’s exactly what he was going to tell him.

Hours later, Roy opened his door as someone knocked it. He was expecting it to be Benjamin – they had to join Shane and Greg for a drink. He was really surprised to see Danny instead. “Do you want to come out?” He started off suddenly, nervous as hell. During dinner Roy wouldn’t even gave him a second look, so all the discourse he prepared in the bus was a bunch of bullshits at that moment. “Out?” “Outside! We need to celebrate my win!” “You know it’s forbidden… do you?” “Yes I do. But being closed here is boring! So, so, so boring! Jay flirted with a concierge and he said he will let us use the back door. There’s a club, it’s not that far away and let’s be honest – none of the episode are already broadcasted, no one would recognize us out of drag” Danny put on the hood of his worn out hoodie. He tried to look funny and managed to get a smile out of him, but nothing happened. “Jay? Laganja? The one that makes you cry and furious?” Asked Roy ignoring most of the words Danny said. “When we’re not in the studios she’s still the same old chola I met years ago. Come on, Roy! We can have a drink and dance together” Danny tried to pull him closer, but Roy pushed him away as he shook his head. “I don’t get you. And no, I’m not coming. Shane invited me and others to have a drink at the hotel’s bar” Roy saw Danny’s smile disappearing from his face as he spoke “I thought you knew it.” The younger had nothing to reply. Of course the awesome Shane didn’t tell him anything. He has been speaking only with the older queens, the ones that were thought to be potential winners. Roy looked at the clock in the wall. In a moment Ben would be out of his room, which happened to be the one in front of Roy’s. He didn’t want him to see Danny in front of his room. Eventually, Danny spoke – and tried to be as natural as he could “No I didn’t, but… Hey! The hotel bar? I thought that was our place!” “And I thought you didn’t need to bitching in some unknown club” answered back Roy impatient. “You are jealous? If you ask, I’m not going to dance with anyone” Danny blinked “No, I’m just concerned” he crossed his arm. Please, please, please go. Danny sighed – how many time did Roy made him sigh that day?! “I will knock your door when I’ll come back” that was his last try. This was his night, he won the challenge and has every right to be treated as a queen. He wanted to celebrate and wanted Roy to be part of this moment of absolute joy – but he couldn’t force him. Not so much, at least. “Don’t bother” Roy didn’t wait for any replay, but closed his door as soon as he finished the sentence.

Later, Roy reached Shane, Greg and Ben. They talked about a lot oh things while drinking, but Roy was (as Shane noticed) extremely quiet. Too much for being him. Actually, Roy was thinking about how harsh he was with Danny. He didn’t deserve it. He was trying really hard to being friends with Roy – but he couldn’t help. He needed to stay focus on the race and nothing more. Especially, he didn’t want to give to the others something to gossip about. During the night he kept his profile low, laughing when needed and agreeing with everything has been said. Shane noticed it. Not that he was stalking Roy, but that attitude he kept having since yesterday seemed really strange. “Roy, are you fine? You didn’t say anything” eventually, Shane tried to do something. Maybe it wasn’t the right time, but he wanted to make sure that it wasn’t something serious. “Maybe he’s still burning about Adore’s victory” Greg suggested. “Guys, can you believe it?” Roy opened his mouth in a very fake shocked way “She basically won because I’m too kind for this race and cinched her!”. The others queen laughed. They kept on talking about the episode they just aired and, as Roy imagined, he found out that Greg was pretty a blabbermouth person. He had shades for every queen, and Roy shuddered at the thought of what he could have said about him. At 1a.m., the bartender asked politely the queens to leave “We are closing” he apologized before cleaning the tables.

“So sorry the night’s over…” said Ben in a whisper as they arrived in front of the elevator. “Maybe not…” Shane answered back with a vicious smile, revealing he had a bottle of champagne hidden under his sweatshirt. “You Aussie bitch! Were did you took it?” “The bartender didn’t saw me so…” his laugh made the others doing the same. Roy felt a bit relieved. Those old chicks really helped him being a bit more cheerful and God, he really needed it. “Ok ladies, let’s go to my room” Roy proposed. It was kind of selfish of him, but he was sure that Danny would shown up at the end of his night of celebrations – and he didn’t want to be alone with him “and toast to these Aussies that stole our alcohol…” “…And the crown” Shane added, skipping in the hallway.

As soon as Greg and Ben decided it was time to go back to their rooms and exited Roy’s, Shane seized the opportunity “Ok, now you can tell me.” “Tell you what?” Roy looked at Shane puzzled. He noticed that during the evening Shane was suspicious towards him – as if he had done something strange. “What was today’s scene?” Ah, that’s the reason. “I thought that was the right thing to do, that’s all. I don’t really think of Adore as a competitor – I’m not scared of her, that’s why I cinched her” “You’re not scared by anyone” she sighed “But we both know I’m not talking about that scene. ‘Do I have a hot body now’?!” Shane tried to imitated Adore and Roy laughed, having to admit he was pretty good at it. But still, he had to play naïve “Shane, sorry, I still don’t get it.” “Well, I think we’re kind of…friends? So I can tell you.” The blonde set his glass down and looked at Roy right in the eyes “After episode five, I felt something different. Are you and Adore… a thing?” “What?!” Court shrugged “It was just a sensation” Roy was nervous. Bianca was a comedy queen, acting was something she should be used to. He thought that – to a certain extent – he should have gained enough self-confidence with Bianca’s help. In his out of drag life yes, he was sarcastic and harsh and all those kind of things – but at that moment he felt weak, extremely weak “You realized you’re basically asking me if I’m having an affair with Danny?” “Yes” “And not someone, but Danny. Who is fourteen years younger than me?” “He’s kind of hot for being in his early twenties…” “Bullshits” Roy was almost gasping. He felt nervous and attacked, and Shane could tell it. “Look Roy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound judgmental or something like that. Let’s pretend I didn’t say anything, ok?” Roy collapse into his bed “Don’t.” He breathed deeply “As you said, at this point we’re kind of friends” and that was the moment he started telling him anything. About the meeting with the producer, the deal and so on. He was the one who told Danny not to tell anyone and now he was spit it out – after four days. Good job Roy, he thought drinking what was left on his glass. “The thing is,” he said eventually “I’m not the type of person who does those kind of things. That’s not me” Shane was wide mouthed. He was sure there was something between them… but a contract? That was insane “Then why did you accepted in first place?” curiosity captured him – he wanted to know everything. A part of him was almost jealous: there was obviously something between them that enchanted the producers. He wondered how it felt, having such a strong connection with someone without even knowing it. “I… I don’t know. Danny was talking about opportunities and so on…” And then Shane did something Roy wasn’t expecting at all. He laughed, he laughed so hard he cried “Bianca Del Rio fucked up by a teenager” he dried a tear “Roy” he became suddenly serious “No one pushes you. No one pushed you. If you don’t want to do that, then stop. I’m sure Danny will understand.” Roy was about to reply, but got interrupted by a knock on his door.

Danny and Jay didn’t drink that much. Just few drinks, offered by some random guys. But Danny couldn’t enjoy the night as he hoped for. His mind was elsewhere – did he offended Roy in any way? Nah. He advised Roy he was going to be flirty as hell, he should have expected it. Maybe he didn’t like him at all? Not even by chance? That could be the first time someone rejects his attentions and, for the record, it hurts pretty much. Danny excused himself from a guy he’s been dancing around all night. He was cute, tall and his skin was milky – but in the end he couldn’t care less about him. He should have stayed in the hotel, forcing Roy to talk and then trying to spend some time with him. That was what he was supposed to do – staying with someone with whom Danny shared an important part of this journey. That fucking granpa ruined everything. “I want to go home” said Danny as he found Jay again in the crowd. He realized it was almost 2a.m. and he wanted to see if Roy was still awake and ready to talk. “Why?” Asked Jay, back from the bar with a tray of shots “the bartender gives us this!” “You know, I’m tired and all this stuff… Can we please go home?” Asked Danny again. Jay knew that if he would have said no, Danny would still have going home – even without him “Let’s drink one or two of this shots and then we’ll come back home, ok girl?”

What were those shots made from? Danny couldn’t tell, the only thing he knew was that they were strong enough and suddenly he wasn’t sober anymore. He still wanted to see Roy, but he wasn’t sure it was going to be a good idea. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how many of them did he drink. He stayed silent all the way back to the hotel partly because they were hiding from the hotel staff, partly because his mind was wandering. “Ew, that’s the bitch’s room” said harshly Jay when the walked next to Roy’s room Fuck off, I’m doing it. Danny reversed his steps and reached for the door. “What are you doing?!” “I told him I’ll inform him!” “You what?” Asked Jay surprised, but Danny didn’t respond since he had already knocked the door. Was he sleeping? He couldn’t tell whether Roy was going to open or not. He smiled, thinking of him half asleep and with a hideous pajama. That’s why Danny was surprised to see Roy in the same clothes he was wearing in the evening, and not in night clothes, and most of all… he wasn’t alone? Was that Shane?! “Oh, I thought you were alone” were the only words Danny was able to say. He saw Roy’s expression becoming from happy to nervous in a heartbeat. “I told you we were going to have a drink” “In the hotel’s bar, not in your room” Danny pointed. Jay opened his eyes wide. Why was Danny acting like that? Why was he worried for that grandpa? “Queens! No worries, I’m going to my room. Jay, you should too” Shane stepped in between Roy and Danny, smiling.

Roy and Danny stared at each other in silence until they heard Shane’s door being closed. Danny, leaning in the arch of the door, breathed and then finally spoke “I should be the one you are inviting to your room” and pointed the ‘I’ as if it was a matter of fact. “Danny. First of all, it’s just a drink – and you missed Ben and Greg for just a second. Second, I don’t need to give you any explanation” “But I…” “Also, you were the one that went to the club.” Roy knew he sounded too way fatherly, but he couldn’t help. That was his way to compensate his irritability “With Laganja, “added “and you smell like alcohol, how much did you drink?” “Not that much, I’m not drunk” Danny stamped his feet in temper. Duh, by acting this way you’re basically proving Roy’s right. “Go to sleep Danny” for once, Roy sounded caring. He had no point in fighting with someone who pretended not to be (a little) drunk. Danny looked at him, biting his lower lip “Why didn’t you asked me to join you and the others?” “I…” in a moment, Roy thought of what Shane told him minutes before – all that shits about being sincere sounded good “I’m so uncomfortable Danny. I know I should take it easy, but I don’t. ‘Cause I have to pretend and that’s not me. I’ve always been honest, brutally honest. And I thought I could resist, chatting with you and stuff, but I have never felt so under pressure before. And I can’t stand why it seems so easy for you.” “You know we can stop whenever we won’t, don’t you?” He waited for Roy to nod and then continued “maybe for me it’s really easier. Maybe because I’ve always admired you and you look so fascinating to me. So maybe I have a childish crush on you – that’s why I don’t mind being around Bianca as I did in those days” he paused, breathing “was it too much? Fuck, I didn’t mean to confess you” Roy looked at him. Danny’s cheeks were a bit redder than before. It’s not his fault – I’m the stupid one. “One of the best confession someone has ever done to me” he said playfully “Thank you. Not for the confession, I mean” “If you want to stop now, just tell me. I won’t mind, really.” Danny has never looked so serious and mature before – that’s what Roy thought as he was looking him right in the eyes. “No, let’s give our fake relationship another shot” he decided suddenly “if all else fails, we would have found a friend in each other. And here, in this race, I really need a real friend.” “Are we friends?!” Danny wondered how much did he drink. “Yes, I’d really like to.” Danny looked over the other guy’s shoulder. In the wooden table there still was the champagne, half full “Why don’t we toast to this friendship by finishing the bottle?” He proposed “Why do you always propose me to drink?” “Because I want you to get drunk and then take advantage of the situation” he joked, and a smile peeked on his face “Just kidding” “Don’t make me regret it and enter” “Wait. Is it kind of a date?” Roy laughed, letting Danny enter in his room. Immediately Danny jumped in his bed “hey, at least put your shoes off” said falsely pissed Roy, giving him a glass. Actually he didn’t want him to stay in his bed, but he couldn’t complain about everything. For that day he has been grumpy enough. “Join me” replied nonchalantly Danny, patting the space next to him in the bed. Roy obeyed “Danny” he started after minutes of silence “I’m really sorry, for being a grumpy all those days” “For a moment I thought it was the actual you. I got scared” The older one felt more relaxed. He hadn’t sleep well in those days, but since the biggest cause of his stress was gone, he was dead tired. “No I’m… an ordinary person, I suppose. Nothing noteworthy” “Don’t be humble, it doesn’t suit you” Danny placed his head on Roy’s shoulder “shall we watch tv? Late night programs are the trashiest” Roy smiled “Ok, but just thirty minutes. I really need to sleep”

Thirty minutes passed, but Danny didn’t really want to leave. He felt comfortable next to Roy – even staying like this. He wasn’t the type of person that enjoyed silence, but in that moment he didn’t need to add a single word to that situation. Was it too much asking Roy to stay? He has been silent since they started watching tv. “I’m going to sleep here” he tried. He was ready for a harsh replay, but it didn’t come. Roy was already asleep. Danny placed a blanket over them and closed his eyes.

#shadyqueenie #it's not personal it's fiction #biadore #bianca del rio #adore delano #rpdr fanfiction #inpif #canon compliant

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Do you watch really old tv shows or movies from the 1970’s or earlier? One of my all-time favorite shows is the original Twilight Zone! I’d like to watch some episodes now but I’m actually living in a way more disturbing reality, so... Who’s your celebrity crush(es)? Idris Elba, Brandon Flowers, Shakira What do you think of fake people? Well here’s the thing, everyone is “fake” by certain standards. I definitely present as much friendlier and more happy-go-lucky than I actually am. And I’m nice to people even if I despise them. So I think a lot of “fakeness” is either just politeness or conflict avoidance. Whats a song you absolutely hate? LIFE IS A HIGHWAY! That song HAUNTS me. Ever been to a rave? That’s not really my scene.

Are you afraid to name the person you talk the most shit about? It’s either one of 2 of my coworkers. I’m past the point of caring. Are you a jealous person? Typically, yes. But it’s something I work on and improve on every day. Who do you text the most out of your friends? My sisters (if they count as friends), Adam, my college groupchat (though I don’t respond as often as they text because they are suffocating) and Ryan. And maybe Mady. It’s hard to tell lately because everyone is just sitting at home texting each other with nothing else to do. Song playing right now? The music on The Witcher video game that Glenn’s playing Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else? My sister and I have the same voice so we are often mistaken for each other over the phone. Are you really interested in the lives of celebrities like Miley Cyrus? I admit that I follow celebrity gossip (I’m trash) but Miley Cyrus makes me wanna bash my head into a wall. What would you do if you saw a complete stranger dealing drugs in public? I have seen that before and I go about my own business. If you don’t have to be up by a certain time, do you like to sleep in as late as possible? I’m usually an early riser! Though my sleep schedule is all sorts of wonky now. So who knows where I’ll end up What did you buy the last time you went clothes shopping? I cannot remember... How many books do you think you read in a month? Between 2-4 typically How often do you play video games? What are some of your favourites? I never play them. They’ve never been my thing. What are a few things that get on your nerves when it comes to Facebook (or your social networking site of choice)? Fear-mongering, although it’s unavoidable these days with everything going on Do you keep a hand-written journal or diary? I keep several! I have separate ones for certain moods/situations. What are three things you’ve started to like lately? Tiger King, Little Fires Everywhere (the miniseries), homemade French Fries If you live with your parents, do you spend a lot of time with them? If you don’t, how often do you go home to visit them? I typically see them every 1-2 weeks. Not sure what will happen now though Do you need a lot of space in relationships, or are you happy to spend a lot of time with your SO? We have a really good balance because we both require the same amount of shared and alone time. What was the last thing you cooked from scratch? Homemade french fries and grilled cheese Have you ever won anything from those games in arcades? Hmm.. I don’t recall When was the last time you went out to a fair? The Renaissance Fair last summer. Fingers crossed I can go again this year! How far is the nearest zoo or wildlife park from your house? Do you go often? There’s a zoo about 15 minutes away that I go to maybe once every couple years. They do a “zoo brew” that I enjoy but never seem to get to as much as I want. What are you wearing at the moment? Is it for any particular reason? Leggings and a Marines sweatshirt from my dad. And I’m wearing them because they’re comfy Do you have anything interesting planned over the next few days? Continuing to clean the rest of my apartment. Aaaaand that’s really about it. What do you do when you can’t get to sleep? I have a whole arsenal of options but I usually just scroll Reddit till I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. Are you a morning person? Or does it take you a long time to wake up properly? I am actually. I like getting up and moving early in the day! How old is your oldest living relative? Both my maternal grandparents are in their mid-80s.

Are either one of your parents retired? If not, what do they do for a living? My mom just retired last year and my dad will probably never retire. I can’t imagine what he’d do with his life if he wasn’t working. Do you buy a lot of DVD’s, or do you tend to just watch everything online for free? I don’t have anything to play DVDs on Could you happily spend the day in your pajamas? Or do you prefer to be out and about doing things? WHAT A TIMELY QUESTION When was the last time you were in a hospital, and what was the reason? Visiting a friend in the fall Does everyone in your household own their own computer? Yep Do you find that your feet get unusually hot at night sometimes? That’s strangely specific but also true?! Except my whole body overheats really at all times. But my feet being hot is a specific issue. @adam-the-butch-lesbian #I’m only tagging you to be a jerk lol

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Alright I'm gonna be "that guy" and be totally annoying, but for the unusual asks thing, answer all of them (or whatever ones you want to/have time for) bc I'm honestly genuinely curious :)

Ahhhh thank you so much! I actually love you a whole bunch, because this was so fun and I never really get to do things like this!!

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? spotify

is your room messy or clean? my room at home is messy as hell, but my dorm is pretty neat and pretty.

what color are your eyes? brown, but like a nice chocolate brown!

do you like your name? why? i guess i like it, i think it’s kinda adorable when people mess up the pronunciation and add an extra syllable in the middle. so they say ash-uh-lee instead of just Ashley.

what is your relationship status? s i n g l e

describe your personality in 3 words or less calm, friendly, shy

what color hair do you have? brunette

what kind of car do you drive? color? white ‘99 solara. i named him caspar :)

where do you shop? target, forever21, kohls (if i’m feeling like dropping big bucks), lush

how would you describe your style? terrible. i have zero style whatsoever. but i guess it’s classic? trendy? what words do you even use to describe style??

favorite social media account tumblr or twitter

what size bed do you have? queen i think

any siblings? only child!

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? somewhere warm so i don’t freeze my butt off, and my skin gets super dry when it’s cold out. so like maybe florida or cali. the outer banks is pretty nice in the summer, they have great beaches

favorite snapchat filter? the butterfly crown thingy

favorite makeup brand(s) COLOURPOP, maybelline, ulta brand?, nyx, too faced…(i have a ton of favs)

how many times a week do you shower? usually 7 because i work out quite often so i don’t want to go to work or class smelling gross like some people do

favorite tv show? gotham, the flash, supergirl, ouat

shoe size? 6 or 7

how tall are you? 5′3

sandals or sneakers? sneakers because i have ugly, wide feet

do you go to the gym? not really, i usually go on runs or use the treadmill/elliptical that i have in my house. but since there’s a gym on campus i might start going, but it’s also out of the way so idk

describe your dream date cute lunch or dinner at a cute cafe. i’m sipping some hot chocolate and munching on a soft pretzel or muffin. and my date, whoever he or she is, is munching on their snack, telling me about a book their reading or something that makes them happy. maybe afterwards we’ll go on a walk and find a quite place to read

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? maybe like $30? about to be like 10 after i get my lab notebook

what color socks are you wearing? maroon and white

how many pillows do you sleep with? at home: two regular pillows, a body pillow, two pillow pets. at school, one pillow, three decorative pillows.

do you have a job? what do you do? i work part time at an agriculture company, currently at school though, so i work during breaks. but i help with harvest and such, i don’t really know how to explain it without going into major details

how many friends do you have? not a lot. it’s kinda embarrassing to put a number to it

whats the worst thing you have ever done? give my phone to two of my friends while they prank called some guy that had called one of them while he was very drunk (the dude not my friend). it turns out he was in a very high position in our state, and we all got in a shit ton of trouble :/

whats your favorite candle scent? classic vanilla i suppose. or anything fall themed

3 favorite boy names noah, adam, jonathan (and any variation of it)

3 favorite girl names carrie, zoe, dorothy

favorite actor? river phoenix or cameron monaghan. i could go on and on about why i picked them

favorite actress? i don’t really have one, but i like emma watson and elizabeth taylor

who is your celebrity crush? probably cam or river

favorite movie? stand by be, the mummy, and et are all collectively number 1 on my list

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? i’ve read 7 books in january so i guess i read a lot. and right now my favorite would probably be The Raven Boys (i’m patiently waiting on the rest of the series to arrive so i can binge read it)

money or brains? brains

do you have a nickname? what is it? sadly i have a very plain nickname. It’s Ash, just the first three letters of my name. but i do like it, usually on my family and few friends call me it, so it’s kinda special to me

how many times have you been to the hospital? oh yikes, proably like 15-20

top 10 favorite songs

sexual by NEIKED

shout out to my ex by little mix

anything that dodie calrk sings lol

all i ask by adele

make you feel by love (the glee version)

the dear evan hansen sounddtrack (it hasn’t been released yet but you know i’m gonna love it)

human by darren criss

driftwood by cody simpson (basically the whole album, free, is a bop)

last night on earth by green day

girls like girls by hayley kiyoko

do you take any medications daily? yep, nothing serious just stuff to keep me healthy

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) usually oily, but during very cold days, it can get very very dry

what is your biggest fear? probably being alone in life.

how many kids do you want? maybe 2 or 3

whats your go to hair style? well considering i have short hair, i just shower and let it dry

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) i guess it’s small, but before i left for uni, i was in the process of moving into a slightly bigger house, so now i guess it’s a medium sized house

who is your role model? lea michele

what was the last compliment you received? some girl in my psych class complimented my blue jacket

what was the last text you sent? “i love you” to my dad

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? 7, i saw one of my presents that had yet to be wrapped in the back of my dads truck, and then on christmas day, i opened the exact gift and it had said it was from “Santa”. i didn’t let my parents know for a couple more years.

what is your dream car? idk, i kinda like the one i have now.

opinion on smoking? it’s bad for you and your health, you shouldn’t do it

do you go to college? yep, just started my first semester on monday

what is your dream job? either a writer or an actress, i’m going to school for neither of those things

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? suburbs was always the dream, but i am starting to like more rural areas.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? no, but my mom does

do you have freckles? yep, on my shoulders and face, though the latter are more prominent in the summer

do you smile for pictures? usually

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 37

have you ever peed in the woods? yep!

do you still watch cartoons? not really, but sometimes i’ll watch old pokemon episodes on netflix

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? i don’t think i’ve ever had wendy’s nuggets, but i’m sure they’re much better than McDonald’s

Favorite dipping sauce? BBQ or ketchup

what do you wear to bed? usually sweatpants and a tank top, but i’ll switch to shorts if it gets too hot

have you ever won a spelling bee? i’ve never been in a spelling bee

what are your hobbies? singing, acting, writing, reading

can you draw? nope

do you play an instrument? ukulele and a bit of guitar

what was the last concert you saw? hunter hayes in 2014

tea or coffee? tea

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? starbucks

do you want to get married? yeah, i’d like to

what is your crush’s first and last initial? JC

are you going to change your last name when you get married? maybe

what color looks best on you? i’ve been told dark green and blue?

do you miss anyone right now? yeah, my dog and family

do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed, i like to think that it keeps the bugs out

do you believe in ghosts? hell yeah

what is your biggest pet peeve? body odor

last person you called my dad

favorite ice cream flavor? vanilla or pistachio

regular oreos or golden oreos? regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainbow sprinkles

what shirt are you wearing? not wearing a shirt ;) lol i’m actually just wearing a sweatshirt

what is your phone background? my date for prom and i

are you outgoing or shy? depends, if i’m with good friends, i’m outgoing, if not, i’m usually very very shy

do you like it when people play with your hair? not really

do you like your neighbors? not really

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? morning and night

have you ever been high? nope

have you ever been drunk? nope

last thing you ate? a granola bar for lunch

favorite lyrics right now literally the entirety of Waving Through a Window. like i relate to that so much it makes me cry half the time i listen to it

summer or winter? i guess summer, but i prefer fall to all seasons

day or night? day

dark, milk, or white chocolate? dark

favorite month? october

what is your zodiac sign cancer

who was the last person you cried in front of? probably my dad

#ask #answered

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Have You Shopped the Betty and Veronica Collection Yet?

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Have You Shopped the Betty and Veronica Collection Yet?

I have several guilty pleasures—chief among them: Riverdale, a CW TV drama I watch every single week, without fail, when it’s on air. I’m a binge-watcher through and through; I never watch things live. But Riverdale, with all its twists, turns and jaw-droppingly ridiculous drama, practically demands a different viewing treatment. And I live for it.

The Betty and Veronica store, an online boutique inspired (like Riverdale) by the Archie comics, combines my chief guilty pleasure with another major one: shopping. Rarely am I happier than when I’m seated in front of my computer, watching a new episode of Riverdale, while online shopping during commercial breaks. (Throw in a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and the scenario really can’t be beat.)

The Betty and Veronica store offers a new way for fans to enjoy Riverdale—one that isn’t limited to a single hour every Wednesday night. Thanks to designs by Rachel Antonoff and Christian Francis Roth, I can buy loungewear that makes me feel like a member of the Riverdale Vixens cheerleading squad, office-appropriate button-downs that strike the right balance between kitschy-cute and fashion-forward, and cropped sweatshirts that let me declare allegiance to my favorite characters.

It’s an experiential (and surprisingly stylish) kind of fandom that makes an already-fun phenomenon even more so. The store is basically a girly-retro hub that celebrates the most wonderful parts of Riverdale (and the original Archie comics)—its leading ladies.

Not to mention, “Betty and Veronica” is a great place to turn when you realize you’re only a few weeks out from Halloween and still in dire need of a costume. The best part: The store’s full of cute, affordable, comfortable and pop-culturally relevant stuff. So even in the worst-case scenario, you’ll end up with a last-minute costume that’s anything but lame—and one you can wear again and again (namely, the next time a Riverdale season finale airs).

Regardless of why you’re shopping the Betty and Veronica store, you’re sure to find something absolutely delightful to add to your closet. Ahead, our 21 favorites—all of which would look great on Halloween (and every single day that follows).

Betty Poplin Shirt

A crisp, Betty-inspired button-down designed by the one and only Rachel Antonoff.

Betty poplin shirt, $55 at Betty and Veronica

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Team Betty and Veronica Handbags

Let this handbag do the talking for you.

Team Betty and Veronica handbags, $195 at Betty and Veronica

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Riverdale Crop Top

Bought this with my friend for Halloween—not even kidding. (It’s comfy enough to keep me cozy all October 31st long, and cute enough to lounge in year-round.)

Riverdale crop top, $22 at Betty and Veronica

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Glittery Clutch

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Riverdale Sweater

Pay homage to your favorite high school by sporting this snuggly sweater.

Riverdale sweater, $55 at Betty and Veronica

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Collar Pin Set

Does your go-to button-down feel like it needs a little something? This collar pin should do the trick.

Collar pin set, $15 at Betty and Veronica

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Riverdale Tennis Team Jacket

I mean, if your best life involves pretending like you were on the Riverdale High tennis team, why not do it?

Riverdale tennis team jacket, $65 at Betty and Veronica

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Jughead Beanie

In case you’re more of a Juggie than a Betty or Veronica.

Jughead beanie, $14 at Betty and Veronica

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Betty and Veronica Sports Bra

This millennial-pink sports bra would be cute whether or not Betty and Veronica were attached.

Betty and Veronica sports bra, $13 at Betty and Veronica

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Betty and Veronica Handbag

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Team Veronica Tee

If you’re more into Betty, you can score the same tee in coral.

Team Veronica tee, $24 at Betty and Veronica

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Betty and Veronica Charm Bracelet

The cutest li’l charm bracelet you ever did see.

Betty and Veronica charm bracelet, $31 at Betty and Veronica

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Vintage-Inspired Denim Jacket

Embellished denim jackets are having a moment—get in on the fun.

Vintage-inspired denim jacket, $66 at Betty and Veronica

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Betty Patch

For what it’s worth, there’s a Veronica version, and it says, “Grr.”

Betty patch, $12 at Betty and Veronica

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I’m with Veronica Cropped Sweatshirt

Somewhere along the way, pink and purple became a seriously underrated color combo.

I’m with Veronica cropped sweatshirt, $55 at Betty and Veronica

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Betty and Veronica Coin Purse

A coin purse that’s even sparklier than the money it carries.

Betty and Veronica coin purse, $34 at Betty and Veronica

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Riverdale Jogger

Subtle enough to stand alone (you know, in case you’re not feeling full Riverdale one day).

Riverdale jogger, $41 at Betty and Veronica

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Mini Patch Set

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Riverdale Cotton Tee

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Riverdale Key Fob

The easiest way to show a little school spirit.

Riverdale key fob, $16 at Betty and Veronica

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Veronica Poplin Shirt

Started this gallery with a Betty button-down. Gotta close it with a Veronica button-down.

Veronica poplin shirt, $55 at Betty and Veronica

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Christian: Business Man w Blood On His Hands.

SBS Interviewer: So introduce yourself.

( ` christian cleared his throat and adjusted himself in the hot seat. the words he practiced over and over again on his way here today seemed to skip him all at once, but maybe it was for the good )

- I’m Christian Yu, but most people know me as Yuzi. I’m the creator and founder of DPR, which is a small company where I make music videos.

Interviewer: As I’ve researched, DPR is a newer company, isn’t that right? Congratulations, by the way. Could you tell us where your nickname, Yuzi, came from?

( ` he nodded in perfect timing to her questions, even silently mouthing thank you as she showed her gratitude. a small grin crept up on the corner of his lip at the flooding memory of how his nickname came to be )

- Mm.. In middle school, I went by my second name, Barom/Rome. I dropped it when I moved to New York. One day, an ex of mine jokingly called me Lil Yuzi Vert and it just stuck. So now I go by Yuzi. I liked it and I’m a fan of Lil Uzi so I found it fitting.

Interviewer: Similar to Uzi, you just dropped a SoundCloud track called, “Fatal Attraction”, about your recent heartbreak. You also deleted it after 24 hours. Why was that?

( ` christian never really tied the similarities together. however, it was now sitting on him heavily. speaking about his past was always something hard for him, but now was the time to lay it all out )

- I deleted it because I felt like I just needed to get what I was feeling off my chest. I just wanted everything out there so I could let go of the anger that I had against her, yknow? I didn’t put it up there for her to hear it, but it was for people to relate to.

Interviewer: Are you going to put put another one? Or at least put this one back up?

- Nah, music isn’t really my thing. It was just something I had written and wanted to get off my chest. I couldn’t sell the song to anyone because it was too personal. I think I’ll just stay focused on the music videos.

Interviewer: I see. So, there was recent news about a incident that took place in America. The media has a bunch of different stories out about you right now. Could you clear the air and tell us what really happened?

( ` at that very moment everything in the room became so suffocatingly silent for christian. the night playing over and over again his head as he sat with his eyes glued to the floor. it took him a while to gather himself before he could begin to respond. he scratched his head and shrugged, finally ready to tell the uncensored truth )

- Ah, damn. Can I tell the full story here? From the jump to the landing? Alright so, when I was 16 I joined a gang. I had been in New York for quite some time before all this happened. It wasn’t supposed to go down the way it did.

- I met this guy, Dom, at school. He and I were like brothers for the first two years after high school. The summer of 2012, I’m fresh in my 20s cuz it’s my birthday, right. My boy says we’re gonna do something big and celebrate my 21st birthday. The night starts off with girls and alcohol all over the place. People start pouring into my apartment all at once with their own bottles and whatever. My buddy had been hooking up with this dudes girlfriend, right? It had been going on for a while year before it escalated to that night.

- It’s around 2 in the morning. The party is still going. I’m hanging out with some girls by the pool downstairs when Dom calls me. I could tell he was angry by the bass in his voice, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I got the gist that he wanted me to come back upstairs and help him with something. I’m not thinking too much about it, right? I’m chilling and enjoying my birthday, yknow?

- I get upstairs and my apartment is a mess. Cups spilled, tables flipped, girls drunk and passed out on my couch. Dude calls me into his room, right? So I’m walking down the hall and as I’m walking.. I start to notice the blood on the carpets and on the wall. I look into the living room and there’s a big ass hole in my wall. He pulls me into a room. I’m asking him like, “what’s good? you good? what’s going on?” but he’s still mad and going off. Finally he hands me this bag and.. let me just say.. this bag was heavy as shit.

( ` he sighed, rubbing his sweaty palms off on his jeans )

- I had never seen a gun before in real life, so when I took it out of the bag I didn’t know what to think. It was a bunch of confusion at first cuz everything was good before I went to the pool. I guess that girls boyfriend ran up in the party and started fighting. My guys against theirs. Most of the party took off, except the ones who were too drunk to move off the couch. It got out of control and the guys said they would come back for him and that they had something waiting for him.

- Keep it real, It was something out of a movie honestly. I didn’t know what to do or say, but I knew I trusted him because he was the only friend I had made. He took me into his home and showed me how to live on my own in a big city. Now he was teaching me how to survive.

- I took the gun and tucked it away without hesitation. I knew what I had to do to protect my brother. We didn’t even have time to throw proper clothes on before they came back into my apartment causing commotion in the kitchen. Dom ran out first and started shooting…

- It was loud then it got real silent.

- You could smell the powder everywhere.

- I’m still sitting there with this big ass gun in my hand. Practically shitting bricks now. I didn’t hear anything from anybody for a minute and I sure as hell wasnt about to go investigate that shit all by myself, but I couldn’t hear Dom anymore so I knew that I had to.

( ` the cameras cut just as he choked up. he requested brief intermission to collect this thoughts and calm down. with his eyes his eyes brimming with tears, he took a deep breath and began to speak again )

- I make it to the hallway and see two bodies laying in the middle of my living room. I didn’t assume either body was Dom until I started calling out for him and I didn’t get a reply. Once he didn’t answer me, I already knew what happened.

- He was dead and I was standing there with a gun in my hand and dead bodies all around me. I didn’t know what to do. My adrenaline was going so fast that I pacing back and forth. A dude came out of my kitchen, but he was from the opposing side. Like I said, my adrenaline was crazy fast, yknow? I shot him. I actually shot him twice because I was afraid that he would wake up and try to kill me.

- I called my mom back in Australia to tell her what happened and she told me to call the cops. At first, I took my time hiding all the weapons and drugs I had around the apartment. I flushed a bunch of shit down the toilets, threw most of the stuff away in dumpsters across the way. I didn’t know if what I was doing was illegal, but I thought I would go to jail anyway so it wouldn’t matter.

- The shit was crazy. It was like a movie. One of those First 48 episodes I used to watch as a kid.

- It was ruled a home invasion homicide since they came into my house. The DA dropped charges and I was free to go.

Interviewer: Let’s run back to how your apartment was full of drugs and guns? How did you manage to acquire so much?

- My boy, Dom was heavily into that gang life. I wasn’t, but he was. The last two years of his life were spent selling drugs and doing all kinds of crime.

- But like I said, it wasn’t supposed to go down like that. I told him to stop messing with that girl when we were in high school, but I guess he loved her.

Interviewer: Is his death the main reason you’ve moved to Korea?

- Well, obviously. He was all I had in New York. Once I lost that, I quickly realized that lifestyle wasn’t for me anymore.

Interviewer: What changes have you noticed in yourself since his death?

- I’ont know. I just know I’m doing better out here than I was out there. I can’t be the same person I was a few years ago. I have a kid now. I gotta show him what life is really about, yknow? His mom keeps him out of trouble. He’s only two, but I’m going to raise him up the way my father should have raised me.

Interviewer: Can we talk more about that? I saw a comment that your mom left under your recent Instagram update. What’s the relationship with your parents?

- My mom, I call her LJ. It’s short for Lady Jane. she’s my world. The typical tiger mom, but she loved me with everything she had. As for my father? Ain’t much to talk about. He left my mom when I was 14 and I haven’t seen him since.

Interviewer: Ahh… Yuzi, you’ve come quite a long way. I hope you keep this promise to yourself and to your son. As always, it’s been a pleasure talking with you. Do you have any last words or advice for viewers?

- I will, thank you.

- Last words? Uh, don’t wear a white sweatshirt to a gun fight.

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