YO, SUPER LATE SUPER LONG SUPER MESSY OCTOBER POST THAT I JUST SHOVED EVERYTHING INTO BC I DIDN'T WANT TO DO MULTIPLE. FUCK IT.

I forgot halfway that these were supposed to be costumes and not mini aus... SO REMEMBER IN MY PLACE, EVERYTHING IS HYPOTHETICAL. also. some have a bit of yandere elements to them bc its SO FITTING FOR NORITOSHI.

Happy late October, everyone. it's winter now. Let's get it, baby.

[Long rambles and doodles under the cut!]

Vampire!

I kept asking myself, "How sexy is too sexy.." and "How the fuck does a sexy vampire even look like without it being a shirtless guy w fangs or Edward Cullen....." I think I figured it out

Sure, sure, vampires are superhumans with sun allergies that can drink blood really hotly. They can also easily overpower you to feast and blah blah blah, but what if said vampire (Noritoshi) was too weak to do any of that? Not literally, but he craves your say. He wants not only your blood but your affection. He wants to get praised as he drinks you in. Are you comfortable? How much will you allow him to take? Do you want to get him back in return? Guidance with this makes him feel more at ease. It's still Noritoshi at the end of the day. He's going to find a way to be a little awkward about you because of his crush. He refuses to drink from anyone other than you, even if it causes his death. Therefore, he has to keep you healthy! For the rest of your lives..! Besides, he can't really go outside or else he'd.. y'know. So if you think about it, this is a very beneficial relationship for both of you!!

The only downside is that you're losing blood on the regular, and for some reason, more people are moving away... Probably nothing, right? Noritoshi is always there to keep you company and help you recover anyways.

Witch!

my attempts also bled into the witch design.... you got greedy with requesting two in one ask, but I'll spoil you this time bc I also wanted to see Noritoshi as a (sexy) vampire and witch. heh. AND I DIDNT REALIZE HED BE SO CUTE AS A WITCH..... WHAT THE FUCK?? rip momo, fight for your title of cute witch...

Noritoshi strikes me as one of those witches who'd rather be left to their own devices because they're running some important magic whatever in the background. though, he'll take some breaks and indulge you if you insist on having him around. Insist meaning you pass by and strike conversation, leaving him to neglect anything and everything to prioritize his time with you. He doesn't want to use magic on you unless it's beneficial for either you or both. Noritoshi likes a natural progression with you that he knows for a fact is true and not some product of some spell. Though it doesn't mean he wouldn't use charms and such to get you to interact with him more often to speed up the process!

Can't sleep? He has a remedy perfect for that! Bad luck? Oh no, take a charm. Nerves? A potion he perfected will help you ease your jitters. Annoying peers? With a snap of Noritoshi's fingers, they're gone! Just don't ask what happened. Enjoy yourself instead and come to him with any new issue. He's quick to resolve it.

Definitely has some sort of doll that looks suspiciously like you.. Noritoshi would probably talk to it and practice one liners that give you the strongest sense of nostalgia once he uses them. He's simultaneously giddy that the charm he put in the doll works but also a little annoyed that his hard work isn't surprising you, but leaving you with deja vu.

Idol!

i was crying the entire time bc what does an idol look like.... noritoshi is handsome enough to be an idol without actually being an idol... now i can confirm that idols are very well dressed though. thumbs up 100% but i had some thoughts...

[Idol]

Noritoshi would be the type to cherish his fans, but hold clear favoritism over you. he'd be those idols that look cold, but they talk, and they sound smug in a charming way. i don't know much about idols, but i know he'd be so fucking good.... he'd be the type of guy to sing to you amongst the hundreds in the crowd.... ahhh the interviews w these famous aus. they're just talking and acting like themselves. can you imagine Noritoshi getting asked the question if he has a lover or not? he can lie, im sure you're alright with that, but he doesn't want to!! he does have someone!!! someone he loves more than all his fans love for him combined!!! he just can't say it for the sake of your privacy and his career. so Noritoshi does what any charming guy who's good with their words does. he deflects the question. answering the question, but not really, that'd be something he's known for. fans online are split on why Noritoshi does this. some think he's trying to keep that side of his life private, others think he's trying to mess around, and others think he's hiding a secret lover!!! though the last one is usually seen as the outlandish one, sometimes it makes Noritoshi's heart drop bc they get some things right. "Having a lover is a complicated question hidden behind a simple disguise. If I had to answer, I'd say my lovers are my audience. they make sure i'm well cared for, some more than others." AND HIS FUCKING LITTLE SMIRK I CANT COUGHS UP BLOOD. IM A THEORIST TOO. SECRET LOVER. 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

ON THE FLIP SIDE....

[Not an Idol]

An amusing thought where Noritoshi goes out in his casual clothes, and he's mistaken for an idol. No one knows who he is, but he just looks like he'd be one. bro's just trying to buy groceries, and now he has a fan group asking him to take pictures with them.. He'd tell them that he's just a guy, not an idol, but the group would still want a picture with him. it'd be a waste to pass by someone who's so naturally gorgeous, so with a sigh of defeat, he relents. It's just a photo, right? No harm done. Noritoshi'd go home and feel overwhelmed/embarrassed by the whole ordeal. later, he gets a call from someone in the kyoto group or you to inform him how he's all over social media, known as that handsome guy in the supermarket. HED BE COMPLETELY UNREACHABLE TO MEDIA OUTLETS BC NORITOSHI IS THAT GUY WHO DOESNT HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA.... he'd have to make one to make sure no one pretends to be him online. "Hello, I don't use social media, but I've been informed I've been getting attention online. To prevent anyone from being fooled by an impersonator, this is my official and only account. thank you." P.R. STATEMENT WRITING ASS.. his single post gets flooded with likes, comments, and DMs. it almost blows up his phone..... he was just buying bread, dude...... people try to dig up and find him through the other Kyoto group's social media.

[bonus] my second in command requested to put him in a fem idol outfit bc he thought it was funny. after frothing at the mouth and coughing out blood, I complied.

Doctor!

THIS IS SUCH A STRAIGHT FORWARD ASK BUT IT HAS SO MANY IMPLICATIONS. MY BELOVED CULT MEMBER.. THOSE EMOJIS GIVE ME A DIFFERENT IMPRESSION BUT IM NOT SURE.

Noritoshi as a doctor...... apple sales would plummet. his little clinic's business would skyrocket. sick cases would peak in his area. getting your heart checked by his stethoscope would be so fucking embarrassing bc all he'd hear is THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP

LIKE IMAGINE IF THAT WAS YOUR DOCTOR? BRO.

COUGH COUGH HACK WHEEZE COUGH COUGH.

Noritoshi would probably own a small clinic that he wants to expand. That or he opened one after working for a hospital for a while. He's a great doctor who's most likely respected but a pain in the ass to work with. Among patients, he's gotten the hot doctor reputation. Most want to be treated by him, but he's so professional, any chance of trying to flirt goes down the drain. Yeah, he puts his hair up to avoid it in his face even though his eyes are closed classic lab safety procedures. He seems like the type to have a soothing but authoritative voice during examination, so he gets his message across. it's a bit difficult when dealing with patients for Noritoshi. If he sees them too often, he firstly scolds you for not taking care of yourself, then feels guilty for not giving you the proper care. Keep yourself safe and healthy, or else Noritoshi will clearly :( Putting him in a yandere setting would be dangerous. He'd have a lot of control over you, considering he can prescribe medication, shots, visits, and other things.... he'd have a ball.... nothing that would cause you any harm, of course. he's only looking out for you and doing what's best for you..!

Pirate!

my second in command wanted a pirate. pirates are so fucking cool and i know damn well if this guy were a pirate he'd have a bunch of battle scars under that fancy coat.

Noritoshi as a pirate would be more than a little odd, but also fitting. He looks like the type of guy who'd be well put together, yet he's willing to get his hands dirty. Like the guy who got into the pirate life because of some personal issue that couldn't be solved fast enough through conventional means. Even as a pirate, i imagine he holds everyone to high standards. They're still pirates though.. so his expected standards aren't even that high. He has more freedom here, so even he himself lets loose once or twice. Especially with you. He's even able to get away with more violent actions for you, the seas are unpredictable, after all. While taking some treasure, Noritoshi'd toss you a gem or golden coin, just so you can say you were the first to claim it. Just so he can see that happy glint in your eyes when getting your hands on treasure. God forbid anyone try to get their hands on your hard earned goods. They'd be met with a bullet to the foot or a sword at their neck. Everyone and their mother knows how you're his favorite, but Noritoshi downplays it. Its not a crime to help out someone from his crew is it? Not in the seven seas. He leans more into his cold ruthless killer side here. He has goals and people to help keep in line whether hes captain or not. Yet when around you, he's almost adorable in how he shows you a pearl so entrancing that it reminded him of you.

Corpse Bride!

my submission to my Noritoshi Halloween costume closet.. CORPSE BRIDE, THIS MOVIE FUCKS. esp w the yandere elements.

Noritoshi 100% made you recite the wedding vows to him before accepting the ring. If you fumbled up, he'd correct you with SO much attitude and expect you to start from the top until you got it perfectly.

Hypothetically, in the chalice scene towards the end..

Noritoshi is the type to never be fully relaxed unless he knows for sure you'll be eternally his. In this scenario, YOU proposed to HIM but have to die to continue being together. Not only that, but someone in the living world is also after your heart. Someone who bleeds. Someone who's the obvious choice. Someone who can give you the life that you deserve. Someone who will succeed in their pursuits if you. remain. alive. Noritoshi's life was cut short, yet he still managed to lose so much and be abandoned a considerable amount of times. When he meets you and finds out about the possibility of having to go through that again even in death, it finally clicks in his rotting mind. He realizes he's been doing something wrong to keep constantly failing. Noritoshi revises his methods to a more.. selfish course. Why should he care about anyone else's wants or how his actions hurt them? You were the only one who made him truly fulfilled, to make him feel alive. The only one who deserves anything and everything good that comes from this world. Destiny is never done toying with him when he realizes your marriage is invalid because of your pulse and his lack thereof no matter how hard he'd try, but the opportunity arises. of course, he's ecstatic to give you an afterlife worth much more than what a silly beating heart can achieve. "All people die eventually. If you miss your living family or friends, all it takes is patience, darling. I'll wait by your side in the meantime." He weighs the pros and cons of everything, but when it comes to swaying manipulating your thoughts he only highlights the ones that'll get you on his side. in this case, the pros of dying to be with him! Honestly, the answer was so obvious that Noritoshi didn't know why he was stressing about it before. It hurts him to see you in any type of pain, but he reassures both himself and you that it'll only be for a moment. Afterward, he'll have the rest of your afterlives to make it up to you!! What happened to Till Death Do Us Part? Noritoshi thinks it's insulting that something as shallow as that could be so widely accepted. If your love were true, it wouldn't stop just because the world decided to take them away. "Till death do us part? Darling, don't be silly. 'Not even death will do us part' feels much better, doesn't it?" 

Enchanted

finally finished this!!! im so happy with it, and will be writing it in thomas’s pov as soon as possible and perhaps part 2? 

Sleep evades me. My mind keeps returning to last night, specifically to a certain person I had met last night. I pull the covers higher, burying my head as I finally gave into my wandering mind.

~

I stand alone, needing a break from my aunt Amelia. The music was beautiful, a soft sound that filled the entire room. The party itself was decorated in a magical way, the columns in the building encompassed in vines, the tables with floral centrepieces. It was a mixture of whimsy and magic, yet no one seemed happy to be here. Everyone I spoke to was forcing smiles, men faked laughter as they believed this was not a party but a way to make business deals and enforce their own reputation. It was absurd how no one was just admiring the effort people put into making this perfect. It was the same every month, I'd walk to the edge of the room and watch. To calm my nerves, to explore the different flower pieces, the musicians and the flickering candles from the chandelier. The gowns women wore only once to try and show their wealth, whilst I tended to wear the same, as it fit the magical atmosphere this room desperately tried to make people see, yet they were too blind by their greed, the need to prove themselves to everyone to just simply stand back and enjoy themselves.

My cousin Liza seemed to be in conversation with Dacina, the host of the party, someone I had spoken to a few times, each being more enjoyable. Her calming demeanour and charm always lifted my spirits. Her family organizes this ball once a month, her father hates it but makes a lot of business so it is always left to her to plan and design it. With the help of Illeana and lots of their servants they always make this place ethereal. Her brother, Thomas Cresswell, only ever shows up for a few hours then leaves, only being able to handle the faking niceties for so long. Dacina told me of his tolerance, or lack thereof, to society. She speaks highly of her brother, as I once did, yet I have never met Mr.Cresswell. 

The varnished wooden floor slowly gathers marks as couples danced. How I longed to be one of those dancers, being swivelled by someone I loved. They would look at me as if I was the most magical thing in the room, with a soft smile and adoration in every word he whispers to me. I would be his equal as we spun around, the world fading into nothing as we held each other. Alas, those dreams are not likely for someone cruel enough to carve the dead. 

I snap out of my fantasy as a group of older men walk towards the buffet near me. They talk loud enough so everyone can hear, shockingly talking about work. I roll my eyes at them and look away back to the dance floor. The lights above cast shadows, making the scene feel like my imagination as I sit by a fireplace to read a romance novel. If this was a novel, there would be my love interest here, watching and finding the courage to say something. There are families at the table, children clinging to mothers as the men sit and discuss whatever. My father, uncle and aunt sit together in a seemingly civil conversation. I look for Liza again, deciding I should probably stop brooding in the corner but as I look for her my attention keeps going back to the men at the buffet. Not by choice, but by their obnoxious decision to shout their conversation. 

“A woman led the strike, ridiculous, she had to go,” I heard an oldish man say, followed by murmurs of agreement, “these strikes are out of hand, demanding we pay more, absurd notions.” The man is none other than Mr. Birling, a notoriously cold hearted man, much like dacianas father apparently, both of whom value money rather than people. Even their own families. The group of men who looked the same as him, slightly wrinkled face, greyish hair, miserable faces with hints of conniving schemes being plotted against each other. Friends until one of them was earning more money and was more successful, then they were enemies again. 

The men were in a heated discussion about their business and from what I can dissect from their ramblings is that they fully believe themselves to be hard working men, a rarity these days, and they must do what is necessary for their companies. Meaning, budget cuts, strikes from workers, firing people, and any horrible decision in the name of money.  I refrain from rolling my eyes, or going over to berate them. 

“Mr. Birling would not know what a hard day's work is.” someone says quietly behind me. His voice is smooth, confident, and whilst I agree due to what I have learnt about the birling family and the conversation I had just overheard, I still wouldn't say it aloud with him being this close. Not that he pays any attention to anyone but ‘hard working men’. 

I turn my head slightly, the man behind me is tall, a smirk playing at his lips. His suit is finely tailored in a dark grey, with a peach tie. He takes a step forwards and stands at my side, staring out into the crowd, a glass of half drunk champagne in his hand. I return my gaze to the crowd. “Whatever makes you think that, surely you heard him talk about how much he works,” I try to suppress my own smirk and I also sneak a glance at the strange man. He merely takes a sip of his champagne. 

“Right of course, his words, I shall listen more closely next time.”

“As you should. You wouldn't want to misinterpret someone's work ethic and make a fool of yourself in front of a stranger.” 

“You consider me a fool now?” he turns to me now, hands pressed against his chest in fake offence. His brown eyes meet mine as I face him. His sharp cheekbones feel familiar, but I can't place where from. 

“Yes. how could you consider someone such as Mr Birling, a man with such talent and tolerance of others, a man who clearly built his company and was not handed it by his father, how could you with a straight face imply he doesn’t know hard work.”  we stare at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. He has such a pure laugh, we seem to be the only sound in the room. People around us stop and stare, upset two people are having fun at a party. The stranger leans against one of the columns, disrupting the vines slightly. Yet he doesn't seem to care, as he slowly starts to regain his composure from our outburst. 

Mr. Birling is one of the men looking at us with full disdain. He perceives us as two kids who do not understand life, he specifically tells his accountant that there is something wrong with us if the rumours are to be believed. Children of science. Outrageous. Especially a girl. A girl, not a woman. I ignore his pathetic whining, intent on not letting him ruin my night and return my focus to the stranger. Who, I realise, is someone who enjoys science. His face is more solemn now, having also overheard Mr.Birling. He quickly recovers and plasters a smirk on his face, a spark shines in his eye and I can already tell this won't be good.

“I want to meet this ‘girl’ who led the strike, perhaps she could use some help. I mean, all they ask is fair pay,”

“But fair pay is absurd. Completely and utterly absurd. Why should the wealthy share their wealth to those who ensure it.” he finishes for me. The men that run this world will end up being the reason it fails. We share a look, full of understanding and he lets out a sigh. Now we're talking about work and politics at a party. 

“Aside from those charming men, how are you enjoying the party?” He gestures to the men around us and I snort. Charming was one word for them. Being with him and trading remarks felt like passing notes to each other, telling secrets during class even though we are meant to be listening to the teacher. I can't help but think I know him, and by the look in his own face he knows me. Perhaps we met but didn't have time for a full conversation like we are now. 

“Mostly entertaining, the place is spectacular as always, the people are..” I searched for a word to describe the people, as well as my family. I love them dearly but they can be insufferable. “An interesting mix. My family is dramatic, so I escaped to the edge to peace and quiet, which apparently isn't possible. "I give him a pointed look but he takes no notice. 

“My family is also dramatic, and I came for peace myself but found myself captivated by you, specifically how you watched the crowd, listening, and how you curled your fists in an attempt not to go and publicly humiliate the poor man. Which, by the way, I think you should've. Would've made the whole thing worth it.” He takes a sip of his champagne and I nearly roll my eyes at him. Of course he'd want that. From what I can tell he isn't someone who enjoys society and has no problem saying it. I also think about the families in attendance and which of those are dramatic. The only person I can think of is Darci's brother, whom I've not met but heard about his nature over wine with her. 

“If I was merely standing here minding my business would you still have found me captivating enough to talk to me? Or is my appeal in my anger?”

He downs the rest of the drink and straightens himself taking a step towards me. I cross my arms, impatient but he gives me a soft smile. “I've been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, I always see you here at the edge, always. My eyes find you instantly in any crowd. Transfixed, captivating. It was an added bonus to me when I saw the fierce nature in your eyes up close, I knew I was right to want to befriend you.” 

Silence falls as we both take in his words. I feel bad, not being able to figure out who he is. His honesty is admirable and makes me smile, as well as blush. I can feel heat rise to my cheeks. Just as I begin to rectify the situation by asking for his name, a man comes behind 

me, he’s around 40 probably, and looks at me horrendously in an attempt at a smile. I recognised him from earlier, he's one of the men that spoke with Mr Birling and that alone makes me instantly want to recoil. 

“Can I help you sir?” I asked and I can hear my own clipped words, yet somehow he does not. The smile widens and he looks me up and down. Then he offers his hand to me and I realise he wants to dance. With a woman half his age, that he has never met. 

“Miss Wadsworth, dance with me?” more of a common than a question. Since I am already highly aware he doesn’t like when females have opinions or say no, I refrain from rolling my eyes and just walking off from him. Instead I take a step back, so I'm by my new friend’s side and smile widely. 

“I'm afraid I already promised the darling Wadsworth a dance, we are just finishing our drinks first.” As if to prove my point he drinks the last of his drink, mostly to hide his smirk. Something else the man doesn't seem to notice. His face drops, but his pride makes him believe he can stand there, waiting for me to run to him. There is an awkward silence until I feel hands reach down and take mine, they are warm and make me jump slightly at the contact. Not in a bad way, not in the way I would have if it had been the man in front of me with his gaze like fire as he looks at our joined hands as though he has a right to be mad about it. I feel my own fire burn as he stares, so I tug his hand away from the man. I need to just escape into the dreamlike nature of the dancefloor, as well as thank my saviour and learn his name.

He leads me to the dance floor, nearer the edge and his hands slip down to my waist as I find his shoulders. His touch is hesitant but reassuring. Somehow he looks calm and terrified, as though he never expected to dance with me but never wants to stop. I can't help but feel the same as we begin to move. My skirt swirls around us and we say nothing for a while as we both calm ourselves and let the music envelope us. In a way, this is as close to my daydreaming as I might ever get. Being here on the dance floor with someone who isn't twice my age and the definition of misogyny. We dance as equals, neither of us truly leading but letting each other float around each other. We're sure of our movements and demand nothing from each other. It is a weird calmness that settles. We are strangers as far as i know, and yet we dance as though we have known each other our entire lives. 

“You are a delight, miss Wadsworth.” he breaks the silence, somehow louder than the music for me, yet it's quiet. Almost like he didn't mean to say it aloud. 

“How do you know me?” my voice matches and i feel bad asking, but i need to know. My tone is not accusing, and his face only burrows in confusion for a second before he smirks at me. A smirk I'm seeming to become familiar with.

“My sister Dacina speaks highly of you.” my eyes must expand as he laughs softly. That's why I recognized him. He has the same structure as Dacina, sharp cheekbone and soft skin. Perfect complexion. 

“So you are the infamous Thomas cresswell?” this time I smirk and his eyes widen. 

“Infamous? What on earth have you heard of me?”

“Your sister has lots of opinions on you.”

“Of course she does. Whatever she has said is most likely not true.” He blurts out and I laugh at his relationship with his sister and him wanting to impress me. “Unless she told you I am utterly irresistible, charming, quick witted and incredibly smart.” winking at me he sends me into a surprising spin and my hands land on his chest. We've sped up slightly, yet our heartbeats are both faster than necessary and I can see a hint of a blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

“She did mention you have an overly large ego. She'll be happy to know I agree with her.” I feel his hands tighten at my waist slightly and I watch his curls fall down in his face as he shakes his head. I'm delighted by this turn of events. Daci is wonderful, and if this is the Thomas that I get to see, not his reputation, then I shall try and keep this in my life for as long as possible. His spark in his eyes shows how he may think the same. Also, if daci, liza and ileana are with Thomas, then i might have the most fun I've ever had in my life.

His voice slides through my thoughts, but also reinforces them. “I am sure she failed to mention how big of an ego she has. Honestly, Darci is worse than I. Have you met Illeana? She will surely agree with me on this.” 

“I'm sure she would, I've also heard you are a scientist, what do you study?”

“The dead. Much like you and your uncle.” There is so much certainty in his voice, no resentment or the usual tone I hear so I gift him an earnest smile. 

The song ends, and we stand, hands still on each other for a second longer than we should. Just as I go to remove my hands from his chest I feel him pinch my sides lightly. Then his warm hands slip from my waist and I wish more than anything to dance again. 

We go to return back to the column near the buffet, where we first spoke, and as I take a step I feel him move so he's pressed at my back, his hands finding mine. Even though we are gloved, even though no one can see our hands due to how close we are, and how many people are moving about, my heart pounds at his bold nature. I adore it, so I squeeze him and keep my head facing forward as I lead him off the dance floor. We settle back, Thomas letting go of my hand to pick up two glasses of champagne and hands me one. We both take a long sip, perhaps settling our brains or making it worse. Well see. 

“You look,” he pauses, as if trying to find the right words, brows furrowed slightly as if he was reading a dictionary, “enchanting.” he finally finishes, gifting me a rare smile it seems. No longer does he smirk at me, but shows me a genuine look that I want to have painted as it is the best thing I have witnessed. Heat rises to my cheeks as I look down at my dress. Someone at least understood what I was going for, with a pale peach colour, sparkling bodice that runs along the length of the skirt. The long sleeves adorned with tiny gemstones, golden to match the accented colours of the hall. In response to Thomas I look back up at him with my own genuine smile, perhaps some of the only true smiles to be shared this evening. His suit fits him perfectly, showing off his defined features, his tie a pale peach as well. I assume Dacina helps him, as her dresses always astound me with the details. There are tiny, miniscule gems on his tie, that snake down and remind me of vines.

“You look,” I act the way he did, scanning my brain for something that fits, handsome or charming doesn't do justice but I'm sure whatever I use will only boost his ego and be used against me, so I settle with: “bedazzling.” 

“Bedazzling?”

“Thomas, I study the dead, I have to look closer than one should at things, so of course I noticed your tie. Henceforth: bedazzling.” The air shifts back to our teasing tone and he smirks once again.

“You are the only one to notice, except Daci of course, nothing gets past her. Am I correct in assuming you like the tie?” Despite his teasing I feel a hint of worry as if I wouldn’t like his tie. 

“I adore the tie cresswell, everyone here should be weaning ties with tiny jewels.”

His face falls as he scans the crowd, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the groups of men. “I cannot tell if you are being serious with me or not, but I agree nonetheless. The men here are awfully drab, boring, plain. It's insulting to us really. Daci puts so much time into making this beautiful and these people do not see it.” He is shaking his head. I agree, I have heard how much work goes in and despite my effort to help she insists that I do nothing but enjoy the party. I have a sneaking suspicion though that Liza helps. The flower centrepieces are her favourite, and whilst that might be a coincidence I know how stubborn and convincing she can be. 

“I do. I love her parties. I always find myself standing here, watching and noticing all the changes from the month prior. Like, last month she went for more of a red theme, with red roses as the centrepieces, little red accented chairs and carpets. Whereas this month is more of a forestry vine, hence the vines around the column.” I point as though they are a secret thing you need to search for even though they are obvious. Yet he turns anyway and runs his finger down the length of it with his adorable face set at a soft smile. Thomas might have been there when she got the idea, or placed them or he might have placed them himself and is now remembering it. 

My gaze finds Thomas and he looks at me, baffled, and I feel the blush creeping back up. It is not the same confused look that I get when I tell people my love of science, but one of intrigue. As if he could listen to me talk forever and not get bored. It's as if he has never thought anyone would notice such things about his family's party. “Enchanting.” is all he whispers to me. Then he clears his throat, an ever so soft shake of his head as though once again the words were meant for him and not us both. 

I stare out at the crowd again. I'm sure my family will want to know where I've disappeared to, I normally do not leave them this long. Liza I'm sure will want to know why I danced with Thomas. Yet the thought of leaving him makes my legs leaden and my heart sink and anchor me right next to him. Im completely wonderstruck, and feel ill have a permanent blush, especially when i look at his stupidly handsome face, his quick smirk and small smiles that feel special. It is odd, I've only heard stories, spoken to him briefly and danced, yet I have enjoyed his company immensely and hope this never ends. I want more dances and to steal more smiles to keep forever. I want to make fun of people together, and dance. 

I go to steal a glimpse of him, expecting to find him staring at the crowd like I was but his eyes are on me. “I have to leave,” his abrupt words anchor me in an entirely different way, “I mean,  I want to stay and I'm sure you want my amazing presence always now Wadsworth but I have to wake early. New job. So, my darling, I shall see you tomorrow.” Thomas hesitates for half a second and begins to walk away. I watch him go and say goodnight to his sister and then leave. His words fill my head. It’s reassuring to know he enjoys my company as much as I do.

~

I bolt upright in my bed, the lights, music and memories falling away as I focus on the last words he said to me.

I'll see you tomorrow. 

What does tomorrow mean? Does it mean he has a job where he thinks I visit? Will he be making an effort to befriend me? Does he know my family? I am so confused. How had I not caught these words sooner? Perhaps he wants to tell me he had a terrible time, that he doesn't like my presence. I'm on my feet without realising, pacing back and forth, the cold air hugging me close. I wish he was in front of me now. I wish he would whisper the words enchanting again. I wish I knew what was happening in a few hours that warranted him saying those four words. I run my hands over my face, untie my hair and let my curls fall over my shoulder, brushing away the colder ever so slightly. I'm ridiculous. Four tiny words sent me spiralling. I climb back into bed, my hair fanning out around me and the blanket returning warmth back into my system. Immediately my mind returns to Thomas, his face forever in my mind. Even if tomorrow could be the last time I see him, there is a chance that it is just the start. 

Enchanting…

Those words fill me with confidence that yes, Thomas might become someone special to me. That perhaps our dance sparked something and now all I wish is that I can tell him how enchanting he is.

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Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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hi again yall!!!! wowza this is v last second! but im here for day 2!! hope everyone is enjoying bc i know i certainly LOVE seeing what everyone is posting:) keep it up<3

gruvia week day 2: alluring

*SOME BACKGROUND FOR THIS FIC BTW!!!!!!! so this is based on the doodles mashima posted a while ago of gray and juvia at that spa together. if u dont know what im talking about, it’s fine, you should still be able to follow along, i just wanted to give some context!*

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Gray sighed with relief when he finally got back to his room. He should’ve known that at some point Juvia would try and pull something like that. Especially since their relationship was a bit of a question at the moment, and they were at this awkward phase between “just friends” and “in a relationship”. Basically, Gray was keeping her at bay with the label of “something more”, but naturally, Juvia was eager to solidify their status.

He was slightly reluctant to take this weekend trip to the spa with all of his friends, since he wasn’t much of the “spa” type, but thinking about how he could finally just kick back and relax got him really looking forward to it. Of course, he planned on spending time with Juvia as well, but just maybe not in the way she inteneded. Gray hit his palm to his forehead for falling for it.

“Idiot.” He said under his breath. As he stood in his silent room, the image of Juvia sitting next to him in the bath with him was deafening. There he sat, thinking he was in the onsen all alone, and then bam: Juvia appeared through the water.

He was mortified at first, but once he saw how upset she got when he asked her to leave, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty. Then, Juvia just had to take it to the extreme, though, and lean in for a kiss. She was always the bold type, but her being drunk just amplified it. That was when Gray really lost it, creating an ice wall between he and Juvia and running off to his room.

While the whole situation was annoying, he just could not get the picture of Juvia out of his head. The water was cloudy since it was so hot, so he couldn’t see much of her, but he was doing everything in his power not to look, anyway. Just when he thought he had himself and the situation under control, Juvia just had to look up at him with those eyes.

They were glossed over with tears, as she was upset with Gray not wanting her there. Her long lashes were coated with water droplets, and her lips were pouted in the most unintentionally suggestive way. Her hair was wet, and it was messily framed against her face. Her arms were wrapped around herself, but her breasts still peaked out on top of the water, and their fullness was still very evident. Even though they gleamed due to the way the water and the light hit them, Gray did absolutely everything in his power to not let them take ahold of him.

Gray snapped out of his reminiscing, and shook his head back and forth. “Knock it off.” He thought to himself. “She’s your friend.” Of course, he was lying to himself.

He cracked open a bottle of liquor, taking a swig of it to try and numb his mind so he wouldn’t have to think about—well—- that.

Just when he thought he could get the thought out of his head, there was a soft knock on the door. Shortly after, a soft voice followed with: “Gray-sama?”

“Shit.” He said under his breath. What should he do? Pretend to be asleep? Yeah, that was good. He stayed silent and hoped that Juvia would eventually walk away. After about 15 seconds of silence, he realized it wasn’t like Juvia to just walk away, and figured he might as well take another swig of his liquor and bite the bullet.

He opened his sliding door to see Juvia, thankfully wrapped up in a robe, planted right there. Her hair was still slightly wet, and her skin was tinted pink from the heat if the onsen. She looked up at him with eyes that still glimmered with dampness, and her lip still gave a pout, but it was slightly different this time.

Gray sighed. “Look, I’m sorry for causin’ a scene and storming out like that but you-“

“No!” Juvia held up her hands, telling Gray to stop. “Don’t, please. Juvia should be the one apologizing. That’s what I came here to do.”

Gray looked down at her and could tell, just as usual, she was sincere as ever. “Alright.” He paused for a moment. “Wanna’ come in?” Gray realized what inviting a woman into his room might imply, but he really didn’t mean it like that, and while he didn’t want Juvia to get the wrong idea either (and if she did she would certainly jump on it), he did actually want to spend time with her. Afterall, she was his— friend—or—- something like that.

Juvia’s sulking came to a halt, and her lips curled as she gave a sure nod.

“Want a drink?” Gray motioned to his liquor he just opened.

“Juvia shouldn’t. I’m sure you could tell from before, but Juvia has certainly had enough to drink, and honestly I’m still not quite sober.” She nervously giggled.

“Suit yourself.” Gray shrugged.

“So...” Juvia began, and started scanning the room. She did a full 360 degrees during her examination. “This is Gray-sama’s room? Where Gray-sama sleeps and everything.” She gave a mischievous giggle, and Gray could tell where her mind was headed.

“Aaand you made it creepy.” He said, defeated, sitting on the ground.

“Creepy?! Juvia’s just admiring the very room where Gray-sama lives.” She swooned.

“Yeah, for the weekend. Now relax and take a seat.” He couldn’t help but give a small chuckle. She was certainly entertaining, to say the least.

“Again, Juvia is very sorry.” She sat down, and her tone regained some seriousness. “Juvia should not have been so— well— forward, I suppose.”

“Ya think?” Gray snorted.

“Juvia just wants to spend time with Gray-sama!”

“And you think I don’t wanna’ spend time with you?!” Gray said it so fast, he didn’t even have time to think before he said it, but boy he really said it. Both of their cheeks instantly lit up with pink.

“Gray-sama wants to spend time with Juvia?!” Her face sparkled with a smile.

“Urgh!” Gray furrowed his brow and looked to the side. There wasn’t any getting out of this one. “Yeah. I do, ok?” He mumbled.

Juvia giddily laughed and lightly clapped her hands. “Well that makes Juvia very happy.”

Gray looked back to Juvia’s direction, and his heart thumped a bit louder at the sight. He finally noticed that from sitting down, her robe was slightly  disheveled, leaving more of an opening for her chest to peak out. Her hair was less damp now, and it seemed a bit more kinky than normal. Her face changed from that promiscuous pout to a bright smile, yet, it still gave Gray that same odd feeling.

“Think we could try again tomorrow? Maybe this time Juvia won’t show up drunk and naked in your bath.” She sounded a bit more nervous and laughed, possibly at least a bit more aware of what she had done earlier. It was a lot even for her.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Gray grinned and nodded.

“Sounds good, but...” Juvia’s finger drew shapes on her lap as she looked down, like she wa stalling for something. “Juvia would still like to keep talking to Gray-sama now, if that’s alright.” Gray couldn’t help but notice how adorable she was. While he had gotten used to and grown to enjoy her forwardness, seeing her be a bit hesitant was cute as well.

“Sounds good to me.” Gray said, contently.

Juvia perked up and smiled. “Great!” She brushed some locks behind her ear and sat up straight, attentive to Gray. “So, what’s Gray-sama’s favorite part about the spa so far?”

It was interesting, because it may just seem like mindless small talk, but not for Juvia. Gray could tell that Juvia was actually interested in what Gray had to say. She wanted to have actual, meaningful, conversations, and that was something Gray always appreciated about her: that she cared so deeply.

Even the little things like this made Juvia so alluring. As much as he may be reluctant to admit it, everything she did drew him closer to her. Earlier, the way she looked in the onsen, and even to now, her sitting in his room, asking him about his day with a genuine smile on her face, it was all pulling him in closer.

He loved every sight she had in store for him.

(See You At Your) Funeral

Length: 1905 Words TW: Alcohol Ment at the beginning, but never again. Otherwise, none.  Brief: Leuken and Miykie/Maldov talk to Magnus after he ditches Romune. Credits: Leuken is @/the-lime-gangs Here’s the song I listened to while writing this!

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After leaving Romune’s hive, Magnus couldn’t bear to face his squadron. Not just yet. He decided to hunker down in a grimy hotel until the next night. He had expected to get terribly drunk on cheap hotel alcohol, but all he ended up doing was lie on the gritty bed and stare at the ceiling. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He did remember his alarm going off bright and early, as it always had for work. With a groan, he sat up to face the music. 

The dock where the ship rested was bustling with trolls. Magnus didn’t look at any of them. He had learned a long time ago to simply mind his own when he walked. While his head was held high, his gaze was on the floor in front of him. He didn’t stop when familiar trolls said his name in greeting. He stepped onto the ship, the same ship he had been on ever since joining the Fleet, and made his way directly for his office. 

Yvatte, one of the younger rusts on the squadron, attempted to say hello as Magnus walked past. When he was subsequently ignored, he turned to Zakrai with a puzzled expression. The older bronze patted his shoulder and shook his head. 

Magnus threw open the door to his office. Maldov, who was seated in Magnus’ desk chair, jumped as the door slammed. Leuken, who leaned back in his chair, simply glowered. Magnus looked down at the two rusts and found himself growing angry. First off, how dare Maldov sit in his chair. And how dare Leuken look at him with such a sour expression. Bastards. 

Magnus pointed towards the open door. "Get off the ship. Go hive. I have work to do."

Leuken didn’t move. He narrowed his eyes at the taller purple and leaned forward slightly, "Naw. Somethin's up, Magnus. You never fuckin' slam that door. What the fuck'd'y'do?" Leuken’s expression softened slightly. He leaned back in his seat as Magnus was silent, "I ain' acting as your little soldier right now. I'm actin as your friend. A son."

This just upset Magnus further. Leuken was nothing more than a soldier, he had no right to act as a friend. Magnus didn’t have friends. This was the Fleet, dammit, if you have friends then they’re destined to die. Or get blown up and go AWOL until your squadron so rudely pushes you to reunite. Oops. Magnus stood up straight and folded his arms over his chest. He made himself appear taller and bigger, it was an age old intimidation tactic he had learned when he was younger. Finally came to good use. 

"That's none of your business. You are not my friend, you're part of my squadron, and right now you're on leave. I repeat, Petty Officer." 

"Really? You're going to puff up at me?" Leuken scoffed in disbelief. 

Maldov anxiously reached across the desk and lightly tugged on Leuken’s sleeve. He muttered something too soft for Magnus to hear. Leuken disregards this entirely. With horror growing on his face, Maldov watches Leuken stand up and up to Magnus. Leuken was only a few inches shorter than the purple but the way Magnus looked down at him made Maldov worried. There were practically flames in his gaze. 

There were literal flames at Leuken’s fingertips. Keeping his fire psionics contained proved to be difficult when he was angry. 

"I'm not scared of you like the others are. You're clearly fucking angry over something, and you need to calm the hell down. Did you fucking ditch him? Did you Magnus?" Leuken’s voice raised in pitch as he grew angrier. While he cared about his sergeant, he couldn’t believe what he had done. Silence settled around them, only proving what Leuken said to be true. As Leuken spoke, the yellows in Magnus’ eyes turned orange.He lifted his chin to further accentuate his height. Maldov nervously looked down at the desk. There were only a few pens; nothing that could stop the sergeant from hurting Leuken. 

"What I did is none of your concern. Are you defying orders, Leuken?" Magnus tilted his head slightly, raising a brow. He didn’t use Leuken’s official title, giving the rust a chance to back down before he wrote him up. But even as he stood there, glaring down at the rust, Magnus knew Leuken was right to be angry. A seed of doubt had rooted in his chest and was starting to grow. 

"You ditched him, and you denying it is all I need to know. Whatever Magnus. Throw your chance away. You have a choice this time on whether to leave him or not." Leuken hesitated for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then he left the office, brushing past Magnus. As he walked by, his psionics singed the corner of Magnus’ uniform.

Before Leuken was completely gone, Magnus finally broke. He could feel what little confidence he had deflate as quickly as a balloon. 

“You wouldn’t understand.” He felt like a wriggler for saying that. How could Leuken understand? He didn’t abandon his mate. Magnus’ eyes settled on Maldov, who was still sitting in his chair. Bastard, sitting in HIS chair. Who did he think he was? 

Leuken stopped in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder, calmer now, "He remembers you, Magnus. I saw it when I showed him that picture of you.” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. Magnus was silent and refused to look at him. "I think I would. I thought Miykie was dead for sweeps. I'm returning the favor, Magpie. Take the chance." With that, Leuken finally left. He returned to the bunkers. The rest of the squadron knew better than to question him on what just happened. 

Maldov looked up at Magnus. He had two options: run away to Leuken like a scared wriggler or fix this disaster. Magnus narrowed his eyes as Maldov leaned back in the desk chair. He folded his hands behind his head, kicked his feet up on the desk and raised a brow. Magnus hesitated for a moment before closing the door to the office. Part of him wanted to beat the absolute shit out of Maldov. But instead, he took a seat in one of the smaller chairs in front of the desk. He rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. 

“I fucked up, Molly.” 

“Aye, boss.” 

“How do I fix this?” Magnus looked up slightly, dragging his hands down his face. When he looked at Maldov, the rust just shrugged. 

“...’how do y’ think y’ fix it, aye?” 

Magnus glowered at Maldov. The desire to smack him came back. “You’re no fuckin’ help.” 

“Tsk tsk, I’m more help than y’think. Y’know how yer gunna fix it. Lu be damned. So, Boss, I repeat, ‘ow you gunna fix this?” Maldov watched Magnus closely. 

“I can’t be with him Molly. He deserves better than that. He deserves someone who’s gunna look for him if he goes missin’. Someone who’d be there. I’m stuck on a ship constantly. I only got approved t’ come back on planet to check on Officer Leuken.”

“So don’t be wit him. But be there fer ‘im. Besides, didja even give it a shot?” Maldov laughed softly, bitterly, “You didn’ come in ‘ere lookin’ like you jus spent the day with the love of yer life.” 

Magnus was silent. 

Maldov sat up, putting his feet back flat on the ground. He leaned against the desk and folded his hands together. 

“Magnus, ‘ere’s what yer gunna do. Aye? Y’ listenin’?” Maldov waited for Magnus to nod, “Okay, good. Yer gunna go back to that blasted blueblood. ‘N yer gunna apologize. Not some shitty ‘sorry aye ditched ye’ sorta shit, nay, yer gunna be genuine wit that man. Now I know Rom, ‘e’s a nice fellow. So if ‘e’ll ‘ave ya, yer gunna stick wit him. Give it a shot.” 

“And what if it doesn’t work? What if the guilt is too much to bear?” Magnus’ voice was soft. 

“Then you leave.” Maldov nodded. He was silent afterwards. That was it. The end of the Molly pep-talk. Magnus waited a moment to let Molly’s words really settle. Then he nodded and stood up slowly. He felt his knees crack as he stood. Disgusting. He stared at Maldov for a moment longer, the rust looking back at him expectedly. His eyes said it all. 

Magnus turned and left, leaving the door to the office open. He headed straight for the bunkers. Leuken laid on his bunk, back to the door. Magnus crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. He cleared his throat. Leuken sat up slowly and turned to him. 

"Well? You going to give up on it?" Leuken raised a brow as he spoke. 

Magnus raised a brow as well. He had to tell himself to not scold Leuken for being so rude, it wasn’t the time. After a moment, he finally spoke,  "Stay here for a few more days. But don't let the squad sit and do nothing. Offer to organize the weapons bunker. That should keep y'all entertained- and on Deadbite's good side- until I get back."

"...alright." Leuken stood slowly and paused to stretch. He walked up to Magnus with a mischievous grin, "Don't ever puff up to me again. You look stupid, Magpie." With that final word, Leuken returned to the office where Maldov sat. 

Magus heaved a sigh. He pushed off the door frame before noticing the rest of the crew watching him. His brow furrowed in annoyance. Rotten kids. 

“The fuck are you lookin’ at me for? Get to work.” Despite his bitter expression, his tone was soft. The crew scrambled away to make themselves busy. 

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After the asteroid belt the ship had gone through, Magnus knew it would stay on Alternia for a while. He had plenty of time to return to that beaten down hotel for a couple days. Just long enough for him to think. He didn’t consider what would happen when he went back to Romune, if the blueblood would even accept him. He just knew Maldov was right, he had to go back. He had to try. At least give it a chance. 

Magnus gave Romune no warning. He decided, in the middle of the night, that he was finally brave enough to head over to Romune’s once more. The hotel wasn’t far from his hive, and luckily Magnus remembered the way. The night was brisk. His uniform jacket barely kept him warm enough. Stopping to grab flowers crossed his mind. But Romune was never the cheesy type, not how Magnus remembered him. 

His thoughts were empty as he stood before the blueblood’s hive once more. The air, while cold, was still. He couldn’t even hear the river behind the hive. He heard nothing but his own pusher beating steadily in his chest. Like a drum. It felt as if the damn thing would jump through his throat at any moment. 

Magnus swallowed the last bit of pride he had and went to knock on the door. The painfully familiar sound of the lock switching made him freeze right before his balled fist made contact.  He stared down at the door handle with wide eyes. His pusher sped up when he tested the door knob. 

It was unlocked. 

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME.

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. TAGGED BY: Stolen from @battleshell TAGGING: @ladydreemurr @wdvoided @puzzlebones @flametendingbartender, @the-judge-of-bones @witchandateashop, and @bravest

MY MUSE IS:   CANON / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [Some would say overly so.]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ somehow...yes? Apparently?]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ Yes. Most players agree that Sans fight is one of the toughest in the game, and the Gaster Blasters do pack a punch.]

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. [ Underrated? Certainly not. Overrated? Hmm..]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO [Hot take, but as of now, there are no CANON facts 100% supporting the idea that Sans was tied to main story plot elements. If you took him out, the actual story wouldn’t change much, you would just go straight to Asgore’s fight. ]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ Sans is one of the main monsters that the MC interacts with, and acts as the Judge near the end of the game, which reveals a lot of unknown information to the MC.]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. [ The scene in Grillby’s seems to suggest that, at least in Snowdin, Sans is well-known and well-liked.]

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ While fellow Grillby customers and a few other Snowdin residents seem to like him, he’s also seen to irritate other characters with his laziness, bad jokes, or shenanigans. Even Undyne admits that she’d fire him, but he always manages to do the bare minimum to avoid it being justified.]

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?  — I do! Though I also offer my own spin on San’s backstory and my own interpretation of canon hints. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS.  —  Jokes in the face of nihilism and a juxtaposition to the field of science, Sans is full of contradictions in a fairly entertaining and interesting way. He appears to be incredibly intelligent, but talks and dresses like he’s any ol’ joe. He appears to have symptoms of depression but still acts fairly chummy. He is both one of the hardest fights you’ll apparently face and yet only needs one hit to be defeated. Sans apparently cares for nothing and yet also holds his brother in very high esteem. He appears difficult to get close to, yet he bonded with a stranger over bad jokes and kept a promise to her even though he never even knew her name. Sans can be defined by both what he is and what he appears to be. 

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).  —  Sans is credited with far more than he’s actually due by the fandom. He doesn’t seem to really care for you, the player, like Toriel or other monsters do. He’s not a hero, past or present, like Gerson or Undyne. He doesn’t really help avoid the player getting hurt or captured like Papyrus does. He doesn’t push the plot forward and he doesn’t take action; as a character, Sans is purely reactive, and if he were the Main Character, that would be a huge flaw. 

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?  —  I first joined the Tumblr RPC as a Frisk RP Blog, way back in the day, and that was because I stumbled across a Sans RP blog that I found very interesting. This character that I had largely not put too much thought in during the game suddenly had a very complex narrative and I loved reading his dialogue (it didn’t hurt that the mun was clearly a talented writer). Eventually, I realized I wanted to try my hand at writing him too, and so I started my own Sans RP blog.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?  —  you guys. The fandom, the artists, the other Sans/Undertale RP blogs, the fanfiction authors— when I start getting bored or stale, you suddenly present this indie game, and by extension Sans, in a new angle that draws me back in. Thank you. 

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ Some of my old favorites in the Sans RP game, I think, did a bit better job of consistently getting his character right. Still, I hope I give him justice too.]

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF? 

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO 

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [ Often! When I’m actively writing him, anyway.]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ I am! Like I said, I think there have been others who did it better, but I wouldn’t say my portrayal is bad.]

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. [ Most of the time! Sometimes I get writer's anxiety, and it doesn’t help that Tumblr gets me at my rawest. I have no editor, my posts normally receive just a brief proof-reading, and I’m sometimes experimenting for the first time with a particular genre/scene/style. I wouldn’t point to all of my writing here as my best or strongest work, but I can write solid stuff.]

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / SORTA. [ I wouldn’t say I’m sensitive in terms of people criticizing me, personally, but I am sensitive to other people. When something bad or unfair happens to someone, I usually feel upset for them. It can get very emotionally exhausting.] 

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?  —  I would say so! In general, I’m used to critiques for both writing and art, as I’ve taken courses that incorporated both heavily. 

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?  —  Absolutely!

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  —  Not necessarily! I’m always interested in hearing different takes, but if someone said, “I don’t agree,” and didn’t follow up with an explanation on their own, I wouldn’t ask for one. 

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?  —  Kind of the same as above. I would be interested in hearing why if they offered up why, but otherwise, I’m not really going to ask because they don’t OWE ME an explanation. For example, I like a lot of books, and I don’t like a lot of books, and that’s not really a judge of their quality as much as it is my own personal taste. Number one rule as a writer, you have to learn and accept that your stuff won’t appeal to everyone. 

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?  —  I get it, haha. Characters that are hyped up like Sans are easy to get annoyed by. Even if he wasn’t hyped up, though, again, it makes sense that someone wouldn’t like him. Just like a book, a character can’t appeal to everyone. 

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?  —  Please do! It’s embarrassing when I catch them later, hahaha. 

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?   —  I think so! I try to be, anyway. Sometimes I worry I’m too casual with slipping into IM’s or commenting on posts, but so far I don’t think I’ve scared anyone off, so that’s good. 

i guess just because ive been on a roll lately and also oversharing is my lifelong passion i want to verbal diarrhea a lil bit about my own experience of coming to the conclusion that im a lesbian so pls feel free to ignore if u want or whatever i just have Lots Of Thoughts and i just want to get them out. this gets sort of weirdly long winded and shouty and ranty so im sorry. catharsis!

even now i still feel some level of .... idk? shame? regret? i dunno. about the fact that i didnt come to the conclusion that i was a lesbian until i was 25 bc that feels so late to me even though i know for a fact that there are countless other people who came to similar realizations about themselves when they were much older than me.

and ngl there is even a little bit of envy that there are so many kids so much younger than me who seem so sure of their identities (even though i know there are loads of kids who arent sure!!!) and there are moments where i catch myself thinking of myself as “less of a lesbian” because i didnt allow myself to face the fact that i was one until fairly recently ..... and i am still learning so much and trying to cultivate my own identity and just all around see myself as “less experienced” (whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean) than others which undoubtedly is a part of the massive chasm that all my self confidence gets sucked into daily.

but like obviously its not like just BOOM one day i was like “from here on out i am a lesbian now!!!!!!! :)” bc even from a very young age i was always more drawn to women and could not wrap my head around the idea that someday i would have to marry a man and completely idealized my mom’s best friend who was a big burly woman who drove a truck and wore flannels and knew that i wanted to be just like her when i grew up and never ever marry a dude (which in retrospect was sort of weird because my mom usually hates women like that and i grew up with her periodically warning me to “stay away from fucking dykes theyre mean awful ugly women”)

and then the always confusing for everyone period of middle school where i dated a boy for three days before breaking it off because the whole situation gave me more anxiety than i could deal with but i just chalked it up to me being an emotionally immature teen but also being completely obsessed with my best girl friend and wanting to impress her and have her attention all the time and being unable to understand why i was so upset when she started dating some  guy and me just assuming that i was upset because i had a crush on him that id never realized i had before

and then id go home and spend hours online looking up content for my favorite shoujo-ai anime ships and talking with other wlw on the gaiaonline guild forums and asking them questions about how you knew if you were gay or not and if liking almost exclusively girl/girl ships meant you were gay and only being told in response “plenty of heterosexual girls like girl/girl ships!! youre the only one who can tell if youre gay or not!! :)” and just feeling completely confused and alone and having no idea what to think!!!! and then having one day that i remember very specifically where i had a shining moment of clarity for all of half an hour where i thought “i AM a lesbian!!!” and feeling so happy in that moment before my brain took over with the thoughts of “but what if you come across one particular guy sometime...... can’t rule out that possibility” but i knew i really wanted to be a lesbian but just could not allow myself to think i was one

and then fast forwarding up to undergrad where i briefly dated an online guy friend (hi) for like. a month? and then abruptly breaking that off in the worst way possible because i had no fucking clue what i was doing and once again chalked it all up to being emotionally immature and from that moment out identified as aromantic because i figured there was something fucking wrong with me and romance was just not something i could do!!!!! and thinking there was absolutely no fucking way i could be a lesbian and it was completely not even remotely an option because there were certain aesthetic things about men that i appreciated and also never once having had a “proper crush” on anyone or at least not one that i could identify because everyone always talked about love feeling like fireworks and something big and id never felt that for anyone ever so obviously that meant i was incapable of love!!!! so i shoved the whole notion of trying to figure myself out way way way down and didnt look at it for years afterwards 

until i got into graduate school and for some fucking reason my brain decided it was time to dig all that old shit back up and i SUDDENLY COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT AGAIN SCREAMS. and feeling more attracted to women than ever even though i always knew that i liked women 

and i still couldnt entertain the idea that i might be a lesbian because even though id been in a very happy relationship with beansly for a few years at that point and knew for a fact i was not aromantic there was still that thought of “Ok But What If You Meet One Guy Sometime”

and this sounds dumb as fuck but it wasnt until beansly straight up told me “if i had to label you id think you were a lesbian” that my brain went “what if theyre right” (TO WHICH I IMMEDIATELY WENT NOPE but acknowledged that the fact that they called me that made me feel really really good) (but kept thinking about that and kept bringing it back up to myself and ruminating over and over and over it) and then even more dumb as fuck i couldnt admit it to myself until i saw a fucking tumblr post that had something to the effect of “a common thing for lesbians who dont know theyre lesbians yet is that they really want to be a lesbian. its ok to be a lesbian” AND THEN I FUCKING CRIED LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING BABY AND HID UNDER MY BLANKIES but the fucking relief and validation my dude but then being presented with a whole new heap of Problems such as “how the fuck do i come out to people. everyone will think i am faking and Not Enough” and just having to deal with the struggle of owning that label and allowing myself to feel good about it and not let my brain convince me that i am somehow unworthy. and i am completely worthy because i love women and not men and thats the one fucking qualification i need to meet so my brain can go fuck itself into oblivion. ive spent so much time worrying over how much of myself i owe to men and holding myself back for a man that does not exist and will never exist and part of why i keep excitedly bringing up the fact that im a huge fucking lesbian is because in my mind its a huge testament to my personal progress and taking ownership over myself and no longer holding myself back over hypotheticals

so yeah anyway at the end of the day i still have so much more growing i need to do and i still see myself as a small shakey little chihuahua with a big mouth but i am a damn stronger person than i was even a year ago!!!! and learning that your attraction and what label you identify with is supposed to make you feel good was one of the best things i ever learned. i just really wish i could have had the self awareness or at least resources that i have now when i was younger and could have figured it out a little sooner. i know it doesnt make me “lesser” and technically i am still a very young person and have my whole life ahead of me but. idk i just wish id had it in me to be more honest with myself sooner. idk how other people can be so sure of themselves when they are so much younger. that just wasnt me i guess

EPISODE 2:

HOH: KRISTINE

EVICTED: NICKY (WALKED)

JESS:

Kristine being in power scares me shitless. I know I haven't exactly been the MOST social person in this game and I've been very UTR the last couple of days/ non existent but I always felt like I was good with Kristine. I don't know? I thought we talked a good bit at least in comparison to others.... but then after she won I called her the HBIC and homegirl told me she loved my ass kissing. That HOHITIS is real with this one ladies. I offered up my services as a potential person to work with moving forward and she ignored my offer. She literally swerved me. Straight up IGNORED me and focused on what I said about not being social. So there is a good chance I'm going up and if I don't go up it isn't because Kristine doesn't want it.. it'll probably be because others don't want it. At least I hope? I'm trying NOT to go into crisis mode on the second HOH but... old habits die hard? I think that's the quote? I think if I had to write a "trust list" for this game.. honestly.. I'm feeling really good about Kori. I THINK we could go far together and we'd balance out each other well. Obviously he's a good player and I'm going to need that on my side moving forward. Eve is obviously my #1 right now but it'd be naive on me not to believe that others aren't saying the same about her. I really like Andrew but we don't talk game? But I guess I can improve on that? Those are the 3 people I'm vibing with right now. 

KORI:

Ok so at this point I'm not entirely sure if I made a DR entry earlier or not, I planned on making a video but at this point it'd just get too long. Rehder going unanimously is STILL a meme to me but here we are. Kristine winning HoH was honestly alright for me because I feel like she and I have a reasonably good relationship. Though I'm not sure it could ever be something long term because she's likely working with people I have no desire to work with. (Dem, Chris, Brien, those guys.) Emma and I had a serious talk about long term what we wanna do about Eve since we seem pretty in agreement that the current dynamic is Jess and Mackenzie are Eve's Top 2 Bitches, and we're like probably the Bottom 2 Bitches. Personally I think the best time for Eve to go is like F7ish but obviously we need more time for things to progress to see where we sit. I think longterm the Mandela Monocles are a better alliance for me since I think I could sit next to Austin OR Silence and win. I just can't sit next to Gwen who I really think just has a better personality than me. With Kristine nominating Madison it... isn't really ideal for me, but Madison is also pretty isolated at this point. While we have that Mitten Connection, if she is lacking any connection with others in this game I can't go dragging my feet for her... That being said, I think eliminating Nicky this round, would not be like... the WORST thing ever. It'd just be a question of convincing Gwen that it's a good idea. Though the harder thing would be convincing others that keeping Madison is a good idea. While I like her, I'm not sure it's in my best interest to leave tracks trying to keep her in the game. Obviously it's gonna depend on how Veto goes, if noms stay the same I might push a little for a Nicky boot and see what happens, but if it's not gonna happen I'll just cut my losses. (Though with Nicky doing his thing he seems likely to dig his own grave.)

AUSTIN:

I am feeling very comfortable this week. I’m in the power trap alliance with Chris, Kristine, Dem, and Emma. I’m also in the Mandela Monocles alliance with Gwen, Silence, and Kori. Kristine is currently HoH so I don’t think she will put me on the block. I have suspicions that Emma is working with Eve because when we were playing the HoH competition, Emma refused to take Eve out. I’m just glad that one of my alliances is in power.

KRISTINE:

Love the alliance. So happy I won HOH and got to be in power. The veto comp didn’t go as well as planned tbh. I’m sooo upset that I didn’t do as well as I wanted I was up at 200 something and then lost it all over a very stupid roll. But it’s fine whether I win this or not I know I’ll get my way. Nicky is going home, let’s just hope he doesn’t win HOH. Don’t ever argue with the HOH when you’re the one on the block LOL!!!

NICKY:

CAN I LIVE? Can i fucking live? there are 16 other people in this and yet i got nommed for a stupid reason yet again. 

WILLIAM:

I'm so glad I escaped this week without being nominated!!! I feel so much better this week than last week! At the end of last week I thought for sure I was gonna leave pre-jury but now I feel like I've made so many real connections and I feel like I am in a great spot with many people

ANDREW:

episode 2 This could be super naive of me to say and a little cocky and i know it 100% IS but i feel like almost everyone in this game loves me besides nicky, i think im just playing a really good social game im scared of eve for some reason i feel like she is the only person possibly playing a better game than me. just get those competitive af vibes from her, i will not go after her unless she comes for me doe. shes super cute tho love her vibes, and I think me and Jess formed and alliance just now As of now Austin Jess and Chris are my top 3 in that order Update: I love Eve, we had an emotional heart to heart about STUFF, ill never forget it and i appreciate her for it so much, even if we don't end up being on the same side in this game together, the bitch is dope. I fucking love these noms dude, my 2 least favorite people sittingpretty on the block and i had nothing to do with it. HORNY cuz they wont even be coming for me. I hope nicky fucking bombs veto. "i cant talk to all 16 of u at once" ya....nobody fuckin asked you too but kristines point is sometimes a simple HELLO can save u from being nominated But regardless im proud of her and her tatse. * has one mixed drink and suddenly wants to fight nicky for no reason * oops i apologized to him and i didn’t even read anything from last night after what i said bc embarrassment. idc if he accept my apology, just wanted to throw it out there so i don’t look like a total douche

CHRIS:

Well week Number two and I’m in two separate alliances, have House majority, close with a few women, beyond the game have final choose with multiple people, should not be on the block for a long time, while slowly running this game behind the scenes with Myself. This backseat life is the best life

GWEN:

Hiiii. So looks like Nicky is going home tonight. He kind of dug his own grave. He was such a party pooper during our house game on Friday. Sooo. Yeah. I’m closest with Kori and Chris - getting closer to Chris for sure. What is it with me and Chris’s in ORGs? I need to get back to work. That is all for now :)

MACKENZIE:

i really gotta uhhhhh try harder bc i feel on the lowest end of the Entire Totem Pole. i feel like if i won smthn that would change but i’m a flop so

DEM:

I actually would have kept Nicky if he had the numbers. I wish he didn't quit. I think he messed up by throwing names around, because some people actually wanted to keep him...

EMMA:

if u cant handle the heat nicky why did u sign up.. quitting is worst then getting evicted.

TAWNI:

Ok since I was out of it last round time for my cast assessment now. Since this was due prior to Nicky quitting I’ll include him Nicky - I forgot he existed week one. Actually sad he quit and was gonna leave cause he was entertaining arguing with Kristine Gwen - I love Gwen. She allows me to not be the official grandma of the game. She is very sociable which is scary. But I think I can trust her. Austin - automatically meh about him cause of his name. Pretty forgettable honestly. Mackenzie - nice gal. Nothing negative to say. Haven’t talked much. Jess - the person I’m most terrified of. When I realized she is THE boojess like fuck me. I’m scared. I feel like as long as I don’t get on her bad side I’m good. William - seems like a good kid. Kristine - I’m v intimidated by her. She won hoh and veto and seems like a very smart player. She makes me nervous. Silence - who???? Brien- ok this kid. I’m doing what I can to get him to trust me. I know he is a loyal person. But am I the person he is loyal to? Or is it someone else? How do I make sure I am that person? Dem - nothing really to say MADISON - I love her sooooooooo much. She’s like the light of my life honestly and if I find out something different I’m gonna cry. Like I feel like a betrayal from her will hurt the most in this game. Andrew - okay first off......damn. I’m aware of his sexual orientation but boy sent me a photo so I could see his tattoos and DAMN!!! I need me a straight one of him. But he is a fun character I like him. Chris - I think I freaked him out when I sent him a long message about how I’m scared of cops. But I didn’t go up week one so that happened. I’m hoping I can work my way into his good graces later. Emma - seems like a sweet gal. I enjoy her. Kori - nothing to say sorry

✿ royal survival show, auditioning tape; song; you too by loco, with live piano

this was somewhat nerve wrecking for her, like on a scale of one to ten, it was a three. 

she had changed since the last time she showed up on tv. she changed a lot in her opinion. yes, there were minor glitches here and there, she did diss a whole show, she did flip a middle finger on instagram, she did go out drinking and clubbing a lot in the beginning. but a whole year had passed since she got signed under royal, and hyo-jin learned that he needed to appreciate the fact that so jiseob chose her to give a contract to. she should show he gratefulness at being the best that she can.

holding the camera at a decently flattering angle, she smiled at it. held like that for a few seconds before blinking. “is this even recording?“ she asked, moving her head around, brows furrowing slightly before finally spotting the red light at the corner blinking. “oh it is-“ she couldn’t help but laugh. clearing her throat, she smiled yet again. “hello. my name is ahn elly, i was born in america, compton, california and i’m twenty-three years old. i’m currently a trainee under royal entertainment, and its been a year and three months since i’ve been signed.“ she said with a small nod. the more time she spend doing this the more relaxed she felt, so the nerve wrecking factor dropped to a two.

“i’ll be performing you too by loco-sunbaenim, while playing the piano. i hope yo enjoy.“ elly said with a smile and moved towards the keyboard, in the opposite end of the room. she placed the camera neatly on a table across from her, so it would be able to catch her bot playing the instrument and rapping along with it.

it wasn’t everyday she did a song like this, but she practiced extra hard to make it work. her main goal wasn’t to show how she could multitask well, but to give hope to other people struggling with their dream.

she played the first few notes to get the general idea of the rhythm, before fully going into it, her lips parting straight off the first beat and the lyrics being said out loud.

모를 수밖에 부딪혀 보기 전 까진  you can’t know until you crash into it 철이 없었던 게 득이 될진 몰랐지  i didn’t know my childish days would become a benefit 시작은 반지하  i started in a basement

hyo-jin found it effortlessly doing both things at the same time. her many years learning and teaching the instrument were probably the reason behind it. this song reminded her of when she did the mga’s, the mvp stage mainly. she was never the really emotional type, but she guessed time and events changed her. she wouldn’t be upset if people knew her as the ‘emotional rapper’. it’d be a honor to hear that she was able to touch people through her stages and music.

좀 올라오니 아스팔트 바닥  i remember going up a little  위였던 걸 나는 기억하지 and seeing the asphalt road  날 둘러쌌던 어른들은 나에게  the adults surrounding me said that 그저 모든 게 한때일 뿐이라고 말했지 everything will just come to pass 그들이 잠을 잘 때 내가 깨어있던 시간을 because they called this a waste of time 허송세월이라고 불렀으니까 when i was awake and they were sleeping

these were lyrics she related to a lot, a small smile creeping onto her lips. wasting time, according to people was something she was always good at. wasting those few years of doing medicine, instead of music, now wasting her time with chasing her dream of being on stage instead of perfecting her medical skills. she was wasting time searching for how to become a better her, a her she’d be proud to show to people. to the public, and the company, not just her friends.

근데 넌 결국 내 노랠 듣고 있잖아 but in the end, you’re listening to my song 그들이 말한 허송세월에 and if this is the price i pay 대한 대가가 이런 for what they called “wasting time“ 거라면 너도 마음껏 낭비하길 바래 i hope you’ll waste time all you want too 그 미래에 너의 목소리가 닿길 바래 i hope your voices reaches their futures 

it wasn’t the first time people have heard her rap, elly was aware of that but she wanted to show people she was worth remembering and mainly, show herself that her efforts and sleepless nights were worth it. her personal sacrifices as well. eventually, she looked up from the piano, for a short second, smiling at the camera and continuing with the song, her fingers never missing a beat with how the song was played, and the notes were just bouncing off the walls of the room, creating a nice full effect of the music.

as the chorus began, her voice instantly softened. it didn’t go quieter, but she made it more sing-song and it grew softer. she wasn’t the best singer, her voice was very distinct, but it wasn’t nasally or forced out, it was naturally low and a bit raspy.

누구나 떨리지 처음엔 everyone is scared at first 맞닥뜨린 적 없기에 because you haven’t come face to face with it 확신을 못해 you can’t be sure 나도 마찬가지였네 i was the same way too

the song was coming to an end and elly was okay with it, it was her audition tape. her gaze was focused on the keys in front of her for a few seconds as she sang along before closing them and continuing without a problem for the next few lines.

하지만 이 목소리를 듣고 있다면 but if you’re hearing this voice  무대 위에 나의 모습을 봤다면 if you’ve seen me up on stage 아마도  then, possibly,

she took a small pause, adding a bit more to the effect she was looking for, even though she just had a few more seconds to spare for the one minute limit. 

난 꿈꿔왔던 내가 되어가고 있는 거겠지 im becoming the me i dreamed of 

elly pulled her fingers of the piano and sang the last line, head lightly tipping from side to side. 

너도 상상했던 너가 될 거야 you’re gonna become the you that you’ve imagined too

having just her voice in the room made her shiver by the pure echo. but that was the end of her tape and she was happy with it. she was happy with how it turned out and was happy she was able to portray her emotions, motivations and the dream she was working forward to. pushing herself from the stool, she walked over to the camera and smiled widely.

“stay tuned, for royal’s survival show!“ the rapper said with a wide smile and waved at the camera. 

within the next hour, hyo-jin had the tape on a usb stick. though, she was still nervous about any response, as soon as she handed the device to her rap coach, she told herself, what’s done is done, can’t change anything. and with a smile, the trainee walked out of the studio and back to schedule. 

she could only look forward to the program.

You're Lovely - PROLOGUE

Camila raps.

Lauren naps.

Became infatuated with your whole appearance So much that when I talk to you you never hear it So much that likes on your Instagram make you happy But I love you in person, made that the clearest I know I’m busy, but not too busy for you If I set the table I always set it for two And if I light a candle I’m trying to set the mood And if I make a promise I’m always seeing it through but You obsessed with the wrong things I know we fight but think you fighting for the wrong team Its always on me Its always something that I did or something I didn’t do I feel like I’m in the wrong league Cuz if I ball then we ball together But if I fall then we fall together But now its fuck you’s, a bunch of whatevers If you was cold I wouldn’t even give you my sweater

Mama don’t like you, she likes everyone And I never like to admit that I was wrong And I’ve been so caught up in my job Didn’t see what’s going on But now I know I’m better sleeping on my own Cuz if you like the way you look that much Then baby you should go and fuck yourself And if you think that I’m still holding on to something You should go and fuck yourself

I don’t need no more fights Long nights in different rooms You started problems with fam, now we got issues too I was blinded by the love cuz I was into you whi-

“HAZEL!”

“IT WASN’T ME!.”

“YOU WROTE YOUR INITIALS ON THE WALL!.”

“….OKAY MAYBE THAT WAS ME.”                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Camila Cabello sighed hearing the back and forth banter between her wife and her daughter as they screamed at the top of their lungs. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, Hazel manages to find something devious to explore every chance she get’s, the house being her own personal experimental loft for new creation’s and permanently keeping Lauren’s heart rate above the norm. 

The brown eyed girl chuckled to herself softly knowing Lauren secretly loved how spontaneously creative thier daughter was, she only wished Hazel could be creative on another wall that didnt involve the pale skin girl having to scrub the remain’s off for the next two hour’s. 

Standing up, Camila placed her headphone’s on the table, rubbing her tired eye’s from staring at the computer screen for multiple hour’s straight. She refused to wear glasses though, claiming that ‘they make me look old' and 'I’m way too hot to be that old yet’. 

She made her way downstairs, checking in on little Dylan as she passed and was amazed at the fact he could sleep through all the noise that goes on in this house. 

“Mummy it looked cool at the time” Hazel’s voice echoed through the house, Camila could practically see the pout forming on her face as she made her way toward’s the two voice’s. 

“Yes, so do drug’s until it’s too late and you get hooked resulting in ruining your life forever!”

“Mummy what do drug’s have to do with drawing?” the raven haired girl asked confused.

“What does drawing have to do with drug’s?” Lauren retaliated.

Camila stayed silent, aside from the muffled laugh here and there, watching both Lauren and Hazel was alway’s an entertainment. She watched as Hazle’s face dropped into even more confusion, the eight year old trying to piece together how her mother or if her mother was making any sense at all.

“Uh…what?" 

Lauren smirked loving how confused her baby girl was, if they were ever in a argument or debate, Lauren would simply confuse the child, ultimately forcing her to victory. 

I married a child. A literal child.

The brown eyed girl decided now was a good time to make her precense known. Walking further into the room, Camila couldn’t help but let out an obnoxious laugh at the look on her daughter’s face. 

"Mummy! You alway’s do this, why can’t you ever just be cool for like, once.” She groaned face palming her little forehead. 

Lauren gasped in offense, placing her hand over her heart and staring wide eyed at her daughter.  

“I am cool!" 

"Mmh okay sure mummy.” Hazel sarcastically agreed. 

Looking around, Lauren spaced on another argumental fact she could throw out to trick her daughter, she was Lauren Jauregui she didn’t just lose in argument’s. Instead, her green eye’s landed on Hazel’s skateboard that was left in the hallway. 

The older pale skin girl already knew this would be a bad idea, but she was determined to show her daughter that she was most certainly cool. 

“Fine. Ill just show you how cool i am.” She smirked. 

Both Hazel and Camila looked at Lauren with curiosity written all over their face. They watched as Lauren shuffled over to the hall before coming back with a bright pink skateboard in her hand.

Camila’s jaw dropped as soon as she figured out her wife’s plan. 

“Baby…how about we not do what i think you’re gonna do and just go watch a movie yeah?”

Green eyes met brown, Camila could already see the determination in her Wife’s orbs. She sighed, knowing how stubborn Lauren could be once she set her mind to something.

“No, camz trust me I’ll be fine, Chris and i used to skate down the street all the time.” Lauren reassured. 

“Lauren im serious, i love you to death but i will not deal with a paraplegic wife! Do you know how much our sex drive would go down? Poof! Out the window just like our marriage.”

Lauren started at her wife, trying to scope out any signs that she was joking. She wasn’t surprised once she found none knowing how dramatic Camila liked to be.

“Baby chill, i got this” Lauren smiled. Facing her daughter who gave her a big thumbs up.

“The only thing you got is a hospital bill coming.” Camila grumbled. 

The raven haired girl walked over to the top of the hallway, it was vastly long so she wouldn’t run out of space anytime soon. Lauren placed the board beneath her feet, puffing out and placed herself on the board. 

Hazel and Camila watched, not really sure what to expect but possibly knowing it wouldn’t be good. 

Lauren stood, ready to prove her family wrong, and that she was cool.  Yet luck had never been on Lauren’s side. Venus, the family dog padded out wondering what all the commotion was about, searching for something interesting when his eye’s landed on a play tug rope.

Getting excited at the prospect of playing, Venus lept forward catching the rope in his teeth pulling on it gently waiting for it to come loose so he could then scurry away with it in the opposite direction. 

Lauren looked down to see the fluffy brown animal sniffing around the bottom of the skateboard, his big head  rubbing against Lauren’s pant leg, just as she was about to scold him to move, the skateboard was tugged forward and Lauren was thrown in the air. Gasping when the board was ripped away from her.

The green eyed girl came down with a thud, landing on her back.

Lauren covered her face with her hand’s, she hasn’t been this embarrassed since the time she accidently farted while Camila was going down on her one night. 

…… A red faced Lauren was currently seated in the bathroom, her skin was hot from embarrassment and the towel wrapped around her shoulder’s didn’t make her feel any less exposed. 

In all her 20 year’s of life, Lauren has never wanted the ground to open up and swallow her more than in this moment. She prayed that Camila would leave it alone, hopefully go to sleep giving Lauren a chance to escape the situation. 

fuck Lauren, why do you alway’s have to be the most awkward person to walk this earth. 

“Baby…?”

Hearing Camila’s voice echoing through the door only caused Lauren to squeeze her eye’s tightly shut. Despretaly wanting the aching feeling in her chest to dissappear. 

“Baby..can you please open up.” The soft voice came again.

Lauren released a shaky breath, standing up and cracking the door open an inch. Just enough for Camila to see a small portion of pale skin.

“Um..yes?"  Lauren croaked. 

Camila watched her girlfriend with sad eye’s, seeing Lauren upset or insecure alway’s made her hurt. 

"Baby come out..i promise it’s okay. You have nothing to be embarrassed about” Camila smiled reassuringly.

With eye’s trained to the floor, the glum girl opened the door revealing her full self.

“Hey” the brown eyed girl gently lifted Lauren’s chin. “I love you. Okay? I love all of you, i don’t care if you do something that’s considered 'gross’, it’s not a big deal. Please dont be insecure,  you’re too beautiful to cry.”

Lauren didnt think it was possible to fall harder. shit, was she wrong. 

…….

Lauren released a breath, her spine tingling with every breath she took.

Okay yeah….that fucking hurt.

The room went deadly quiet, Hazel was staring blank faced at her mother while Camila was Laughing so hard, no sound was escaping her mouth. 

Not bothering to look up, Lauren could already sense what her wife’s face was displaying.  “Don’t. Say a word.”

Causing Camila to burst.

AN The beginning. 🙌 Wattpad cxs_____

Well shit, okay anon, I found the post I think you're referring to, so without further ado, here are my answers... (Also super sorry for any spelling mistakes or unanswered questions, this literally took me like two hours to type up on my phone) 200: My crush’s name is: Gal Gadot tbqh ;)
199: I was born in: a hospital?? (September lol)
198: I am really: tired, currently
197: My cellphone company is: AT&T, formerly Verizon
196: My eye color is: blue
195: My shoe size is:men's 9 or 9.5. I just like the colors available in men's shoes better ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
194: My ring size is: idk, actually. Planning a proposal??
193: My height is: 5' 6" 
192: I am allergic to: Most antibiotics! And bleu cheese.
191: My 1st car was: baby blue 2008 Toyota 
190: My 1st job was: dishwasher at a diner. Still work there!
189: Last book you read: uhhhh....Energy Bus by Jon Gordon. Haven't finished it yet but so far it's pretty good. Other than that, been reading lots of fanfiction lol 188: My bed is: My Home, I love my bed
187: My pet: is my baby and a perfect boy (an orange cat named jack)
186: My best friend: not sure who this is sometimes, actually. I have a few great friends but Idk who I would call my best friend. I hope that doesn't stir any pots.
185: My favorite shampoo is: herbal essences
184: Xbox or ps3: uhhhhhhhh Xbox One
183: Piggy banks are: a waste of good ceramic, imo. Use a bank, earn interest!
182: In my pockets: typically: wallet, keys, phone, iPod. Cargo shorts, while not fashionable, are wonderfully functional.
181: On my calendar: TOO MANY THINGS
180: Marriage is: something I think I'd like but that's a long time from now. 
179: Spongebob can: make a great Krabby Patty
178: My mom: was an amazing woman who I wish I could have gotten to know more as an adult, she passed away when I was 19.
177: The last three songs I bought were? Country Roads by John Denver, LA Devotee by P!ATD, and Nowhere by East of Eli
176: Last YouTube video watched: "super Mario 64- endless stairs" because I was feeling nostalgic
175: How many cousins do you have? Too many to count, honestly. My dads half of the family grows exponentially and I have cousins I've never even met.
174: Do you have any siblings? Yes, two younger brothers and a younger sister.
173: Are your parents divorced? They divorced when I was 4, in 1999.
172: Are you taller than your mom? I was, yes. I think I was taller than her when I was in 7th grade onward.
171: Do you play an instrument? Not really, I kinda dabble on the piano sometimes but I can't actually play anything besides Chopsticks.
170: What did you do yesterday? I spent the day swimming at a friend's house and then played beer pong with some other friends. [ I Believe In ]
169: Love at first sight: no. infatuation, maybe. You need to know a little more than what a person looks like to fall in love with them.
168: Luck: yes
167: Fate: hmmmmmmmm maybe
166: Yourself: most days, no.
165: Aliens: absofuckinglutely
164: Heaven: not in the Christian/Catholic sense...
163: Hell: no.
162: God: not in the Christian/Catholic sense.
161: Horoscopes: sometimes? 
160: Soul mates: mmmmm I like the concept, but the execution is sloppy. 3/10
159: Ghosts: yes. I've had way too many paranormal things happen that can't possibly be coincidence.
158: Gay Marriage: uh why is this in the "believe in" category? This Just In: gays who get married are mythical creatures (Yeah, anybody should be able to marry whoever they love) 
157: War: I don't think there's ever a good reason for war
156: Orbs: like, ghost orbs? Or...like... uh what??
155: Magic: as a witch, yes, I believe in magic. [This or That ]
154: Hugs or Kisses: why not both? But hugs are great for friends so I guess hugs. Kisses have to be at a certain standard, but hugs are always nice.
153: Drunk or High: never been high, so drunk I guess 
152: Phone or Online: online ON my phone! (Is that what this is asking?) 
151: Red heads or Black haired: uhhhh I don't really know any red heads so black haired I guess?
150: Blondes or Brunettes: another hard one, i don't really care what hair color you got tbh
149: Hot or cold: cold. You can always throw on another layer, but you can't always strip down to nakedness if you're too hot.
148: Summer or winter: winter.
147: Autumn or Spring: autumn.
146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate 
145: Night or Day: night
144: Oranges or Apples: apples! I don't like the texture of oranges, or any citrus fruit, really.
143: Curly or Straight hair: Wavy?
142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonald's fries, burger king's burgers.
141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk chocolate, all the way.
140: Mac or PC: macs are too confusing to me, so PC.
139: Flip flops or high heals: *heels, and definitely flip flops. I can't walk in heels to save my life.
138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor. 
137: Coke or Pepsi: I don't drink soda anymore, but at different points in my life I would have said coke, then Pepsi. I think if I did drink soda, I would be a Pepsi kid.
136: Hillary or Obama: when was this written, jfc lol (Obama forever, that family was the classiest and most well-educated to enter the White House and I miss them dearly.) 
135: Burried or cremated: neither.
134: Singing or Dancing: singing, but only when I'm alone in the car or shower.
133: Coach or Chanel: I have no idea...
132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who???? Seriously, who??
131: Small town or Big city: moderately medium suburbs 👌🏼
130: Wal-Mart or Target: target!
129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam Sandler annoys the shit out of me, so ben stiller.
128: Manicure or Pedicure: pedicure, I like when they fix up my toes and give me a foot rub. Hand massages are great but foot rubs are A+++
127: East Coast or West Coast: since I live east coast and have seen most of the states on this side of the country, I'll have to go with east coast. Sorry Cali!!
126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas, because then I can give my friends things too.
125: Chocolate or Flowers: uhhh chocolate.
124: Disney or Six Flags: never been to six flags! 
123: Yankees or Red Sox: yanks all the way!!! [ Here’s What I Think About ]
122: War: it's pointless and we sensationalize it way too much. It's not something glamorous, it is awful.
121: George Bush: he was a shit president and the fact that some people are treating him like a cute grandpa nowadays is really kinda sketch.
120: Gay Marriage: it should be legalized and celebrated everywhere.
119: The presidential election: electoral college is bullshit 
118: Abortion: a woman should have access to safe, affordable healthcare, no matter what her choices are. I wish it didn't have to happen, but I fully support any women who make that choice. Their bodies!
117: MySpace: I like having my own space! (Jk, I never had a MySpace so I can't comment)
116: Reality TV: reality is not TV. It's mindless entertainment but other than that, has little value.
115: Parents: they do the best they can and do what they think is right. and sometimes they fuck up. It happens
114: Back stabbers: I don't like liars or people with malicious intent, but that's human nature sometimes so yanno (งツ)ว 
113: Ebay: sketchy, but I know people who have gotten good deals so I guess it's cool
112: Facebook: Facebook is a good place to dump a lot of my photos to make more room on my phone
111: Work: I like to make money, and I have a good work ethic. I feel like sometimes people don't take their job seriously and don't perform to the best of their ability, which makes me upset. I think if you're working at a job, you should always do the best you can and be a good employee
110: My Neighbors: at home, my one neighbor is really awesome and the other just sucks
109: Gas Prices: normally, they're about $0.20 cheaper here at school but they've been on the rise so I'm a little miffed.
108: Designer Clothes: I think the prices are way too jacked up for some fabric that covers your body. You're paying for the brand name, and that's nuts.
107: College: it's a great time, but not for everybody
106: Sports: America cares more about sports than the planet we live on. I personally think that we shouldn't be paying basketball players thousands of dollars to shoot a ball in a hoop but hey that's America and capitalism for you. Doesn't make sense to me
105: My family: backwards and dysfunctional but there for me when I really need them. Family doesn't always have to be blood, either.
104: The future: frustrated about it because my goals are far away from me and I can't think much farther ahead than 3 months. [ Last time I ]
103: Hugged someone: last night, alex and gabby 
102: Last time you ate: twizzlers at about 7:00 pm?
101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: uhhh idk? When I was home last, that was a while ago.
100: Cried in front of someone: I cant remember.
99: Went to a movie theater: a few weeks ago to see Wonder Woman
98: Took a vacation: last summer, when I went to Italy to meet Bruce Springsteen
97: Swam in a pool: yesterday!
96: Changed a diaper: uh approximately 8 years ago when my little siblings were babies haha
95: Got my nails done: no idea
94: Went to a wedding: my cousin Kim's wedding in 2013
93: Broke a bone: does fracturing count as a break? Because that was in like February/ March lol
92: Got a peircing: December 2014
91: Broke the law: how deep we talking here? Because I feel like there are a lot of minor laws we all break on a daily basis lol
90: Texted: 2 seconds ago to my friend Jenna [ MISC ]
89: Who makes you laugh the most: probably my friend Jordan, lately though it has been Alex and Gabby
88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: The familiarity of everything that I grew up with
87: The last movie I saw: Wonder Woman,12/10
86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: going home next week because I need a break from school and summer work
85: The thing im not looking forward to: taking my math final exam
84: People call me: ?? Dumb bitch, probably 
83: The most difficult thing to do is: type all these answers out... No but really, forgiving yourself is hard
82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: uhhhh 3 times 🙈
81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo 
80: The first person i talked to today was: My buddy Guber
79: First time you had a crush: uhhh when I was like 9 and loved Lindsay Lohan. Had posters, autographed photos, magazines, everything of her lol
78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: uhhh??? Idk man I hide things pretty well if I want to 
77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: It happens a lot. Today, a few times?
76: Right now I am talking to: Gabby, Bri, Gina, Jenna, Elizabeth
75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I am a grown up and I have no idea what I'm doing lol
74: I have/will get a job: I have been working as a resident assistant for the past two years and hopefully will be getting a job for the next year as a domino's pizza delivery driver
73: Tomorrow: I'm volunteering at a cat rescue and then doing math homework
72: Today: I went to Hershey park and had a bunch of fun!
71: Next Summer: who even knows lol
70: Next Weekend: I will be getting ready to go home for a week
69: I have these pets: 9 cats, 2 dogs and a Senegal parrot 
68: The worst sound in the world: cardboard scraping on cardboard
67: The person that makes me cry the most is: no one person really makes me cry?? Idk...?
66: People that make you happy: Gabby, Alex, Gina, Bri, Michelle...hooo the list goes on and on. 
65: Last time I cried: like ten mins ago lol
64: My friends are: great but sometimes I feel like they don't like me as much as I like them 
63: My computer is: getting old 
62: My School: is the best!!!
61: My Car: is my baby but she's getting a little beat up. 
60: I lose all respect for people who: treat janitorial staff like garbage, don't tip their servers, voted for Drumph
59: The movie I cried at was: I cried a little bit during Wonder Woman
58: Your hair color is: naturally a dark blonde but currently brown. Need to re-dye it soon.
57: TV shows you watch: so many. Supergirl, Arrow, Flash, Orphan Black, Lost Girl, Orange is the New Black, TWD,...and more.
56: Favorite web site: probably Tumblr tbh lol 
55: Your dream vacation: I would just really love to see Australia, London, Ireland, and eventually all 50 US states
54: The worst pain I was ever in was: when I had mono and it felt like there were knives in the back my throat
53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium-rare. I'm at a fancy place, rare.
52: My room is: tidy, but also cozy.
51: My favorite celebrity is: Cher
50: Where would you like to be: right where I am, which is in bed
49: Do you want children: nope nope I'll babysit but I don't want any junior me's running around 
48: Ever been in love: yes, a few times.
47: Who’s your best friend: this is a repeat question and I don't know how to answer it
46: More guy friends or girl friends: more girl friends. 
45: One thing that makes you feel great is: getting complemented, even if I don't to leave them half the time
44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my mom. I need advice and it would be great to see her again. 
43: Do you have a 5 year plan: I don't even have a five minute plan, who do you think I am??
42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: one time I did, but idk where that list is.
41: Have you pre-named your children: no, don't want any.
40: Last person I got mad at: uhhh I don't know? I was annoyed with some friends the other night but not mad.
39: I would like to move to: Canada, Toronto specifically.
38: I wish I was a professional: parkour artist (Idk what else you'd call a parkour person) [ My Favorites ]
37: Candy: take five
36: Vehicle: ?? I don't know, I drove a 2014 chevy impala once and that was really cool so that, I guess?
35: President: Obama, 100%
34: State visited: Idk!!! I liked Cali a lot, but it's hard for me to judge because I wasn't really allowed to go do my own thing and explore soooo idk
33: Cellphone provider: Verizon
32: Athlete: idk any athletes to be able to answer this one
31: Actor: Stephen Amell, Robert DeNiro, Jim Carey 
30: Actress: Meryl Streep, Calista Flockhart, Tatiana Maskany
29: Singer: Cher, Prince, Beyoncé...many more
28: Band: Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band, U2, P!ATD, a lot more.
27: Clothing store: Old Navy
26: Grocery store: Wegmans
25: TV show: Any super hero show, I don't know...
24: Movie: Princess Bride, Homeward Bound, Wonder Woman, Scary Movie 3, The Heat
23: Website: tumblr lol
22: Animal: cats!!! I love all animals tho so hot that down
21: Theme park: universal studios in Florida
20: Holiday: Halloween 🎃
19: Sport to watch: women's soccer, or baseball
18: Sport to play: soccer 
17: Magazine: I don't really read magazines
16: Book: Nancy drew books were rad. I haven't read an actual book in a long time, so I don't really know if I have a favorite
15: Day of the week: Thursday
14: Beach: Amalfi Coast, Italy. Or Bermuda.
13: Concert attended: Bruce Springsteen, 2016, the River tour.
12: Thing to cook: Italian food. But I like cooking anything really 
11: Food: chicken is always a good time
10: Restaurant: I dunno I like lot of places 
9: Radio station: 104.5, 98.5, 92.1... a few more 
8: Yankee candle scent: Cranberry woods. (Is that a yankee candle smell?? Could be some other rand tbh idk)
7: Perfume: uhh anything from bath and body works is nice. I personally wear Acqua Di Gio by Armani pretty often.
6: Flower: daffodils
5: Color: blue
4: Talk show host: Ellen DeGeneres, Jimmy Fallon
3: Comedian: John Mulaney is pretty funny. Also Bo Burnham.
2: Dog breed: Golden Retrievers.
1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Truthfully, yes. 100% Seriously? Not all of them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You're Lovely

Camila raps

Lauren naps

Prologue

Became infatuated with your whole appearance

So much that when I talk to you you never hear it

So much that likes on your Instagram make you happy

But I love you in person, made that the clearest I know I’m busy, but not too busy for you If I set the table I always set it for two And if I light a candle I’m trying to set the mood And if I make a promise I’m always seeing it through but You obsessed with the wrong things I know we fight but think you fighting for the wrong team Its always on me Its always something that I did or something I didn’t do I feel like I’m in the wrong league Cuz if I ball then we ball together But if I fall then we fall together But now its fuck you’s, a bunch of whatevers If you was cold I wouldn’t even give you my sweater

Mama don’t like you, she likes everyone And I never like to admit that I was wrong And I’ve been so caught up in my job Didn’t see what’s going on But now I know I’m better sleeping on my own Cuz if you like the way you look that much Then baby you should go and fuck yourself And if you think that I’m still holding on to something You should go and fuck yourself

I don’t need no more fights Long nights in different rooms You started problems with fam, now we got issues too I was blinded by the love cuz I was into you whi-

“HAZEL!”

“IT WASN’T ME!.”

“YOU WROTE YOUR INITIALS ON THE WALL!.”

“….OKAY MAYBE THAT WAS ME.”                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Camila Cabello sighed hearing the back and forth banter between her wife and her daughter as they screamed at the top of their lungs. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, Hazel manages to find something devious to explore every chance she get’s, the house being her own personal experimental loft for new creation’s and permanently keeping Lauren’s heart rate above the norm. 

The brown eyed girl chuckled to herself softly knowing Lauren secretly loved how spontaneously creative thier daughter was, she only wished Hazel could be creative on another wall that didnt involve the pale skin girl having to scrub the remain’s off for the next two hour’s. 

Standing up, Camila placed her headphone’s on the table, rubbing her tired eye’s from staring at the computer screen for multiple hour’s straight. She refused to wear glasses though, claiming that ‘they make me look old' and 'I’m way too hot to be that old yet’. 

She made her way downstairs, checking in on little Dylan as she passed and was amazed at the fact he could sleep through all the noise that goes on in this house. 

“Mummy it looked cool at the time” Hazel’s voice echoed through the house, Camila could practically see the pout forming on her face as she made her way toward’s the two voice’s. 

“Yes, so do drug’s until it’s too late and you get hooked resulting in ruining your life forever!”

“Mummy what do drug’s have to do with drawing?” the raven haired girl asked confused.

“What does drawing have to do with drug’s?” Lauren retaliated.

Camila stayed silent, aside from the muffled laugh here and there, watching both Lauren and Hazel was alway’s an entertainment. She watched as Hazle’s face dropped into even more confusion, the eight year old trying to piece together how her mother or if her mother was making any sense at all.

“Uh…what?" 

Lauren smirked loving how confused her baby girl was, if they were ever in a argument or debate, Lauren would simply confuse the child, ultimately forcing her to victory. 

I married a child. A literal child.

The brown eyed girl decided now was a good time to make her precense known. Walking further into the room, Camila couldn’t help but let out an obnoxious laugh at the look on her daughter’s face. 

"Mummy! You alway’s do this, why can’t you ever just be cool for like, once.” She groaned face palming her little forehead. 

Lauren gasped in offense, placing her hand over her heart and staring wide eyed at her daughter.  

“I am cool!" 

"Mmh okay sure mummy.” Hazel sarcastically agreed. 

Looking around, Lauren spaced on another argumental fact she could throw out to trick her daughter, she was Lauren Jauregui she didn’t just lose in argument’s. Instead, her green eye’s landed on Hazel’s skateboard that was left in the hallway. 

The older pale skin girl already knew this would be a bad idea, but she was determined to show her daughter that she was most certainly cool. 

“Fine. Ill just show you how cool i am.” She smirked. 

Both Hazel and Camila looked at Lauren with curiosity written all over their face. They watched as Lauren shuffled over to the hall before coming back with a bright pink skateboard in her hand.

Camila’s jaw dropped as soon as she figured out her wife’s plan. 

“Baby…how about we not do what i think you’re gonna do and just go watch a movie yeah?”

Green eyes met brown, Camila could already see the determination in her Wife’s orbs. She sighed, knowing how stubborn Lauren could be once she set her mind to something.

“No, camz trust me I’ll be fine, Chris and i used to skate down the street all the time.” Lauren reassured. 

“Lauren im serious, i love you to death but i will not deal with a paraplegic wife! Do you know how much our sex drive would go down? Poof! Out the window just like our marriage.”

Lauren started at her wife, trying to scope out any signs that she was joking. She wasn’t surprised once she found none knowing how dramatic Camila liked to be.

“Baby chill, i got this” Lauren smiled. Facing her daughter who gave her a big thumbs up.

“The only thing you got is a hospital bill coming.” Camila grumbled. 

The raven haired girl walked over to the top of the hallway, it was vastly long so she wouldn’t run out of space anytime soon. Lauren placed the board beneath her feet, puffing out and placed herself on the board. 

Hazel and Camila watched, not really sure what to expect but possibly knowing it wouldn’t be good. 

Lauren stood, ready to prove her family wrong, and that she was cool.  Yet luck had never been on Lauren’s side. Venus, the family dog padded out wondering what all the commotion was about, searching for something interesting when his eye’s landed on a play tug rope.

Getting excited at the prospect of playing, Venus lept forward catching the rope in his teeth pulling on it gently waiting for it to come loose so he could then scurry away with it in the opposite direction. 

Lauren looked down to see the fluffy brown animal sniffing around the bottom of the skateboard, his big head  rubbing against Lauren’s pant leg, just as she was about to scold him to move, the skateboard was tugged forward and Lauren was thrown in the air. Gasping when the board was ripped away from her.

The green eyed girl came down with a thud, landing on her back.

Lauren covered her face with her hand’s, she hasn’t been this embarrassed since the time she accidently farted while Camila was going down on her one night. 

…… A red faced Lauren was currently seated in the bathroom, her skin was hot from embarrassment and the towl wrapped around her shoulder’s didn’t make her feel any less exposed. 

In all her 20 year’s of life, Lauren has never wanted the ground to open up and swallow her more than in this moment. She prayed that Camila would leave it alone, hopefully go to sleep giving Lauren a chance to escape the situation. 

fuck Lauren, why do you alway’s have to be the most awkward person to walk this earth. 

“Baby…?”

Hearing Camila’s voice echoing through the door only caused Lauren to squeeze her eye’s tightly shut. Despretaly wanting the aching feeling in her chest to dissappear. 

“Baby..can you please open up.” The soft voice came again.

Lauren released a shaky breath, standing up and cracking the door open an inch. Just enough for Camila to see a small portion of pale skin.

“Um..yes?"  Lauren croaked. 

Camila watched her girlfriend with sad eye’s, seeing Lauren upset or insecure alway’s made her hurt. 

"Baby come out..i promise it’s okay. You have nothing to be embarrassed about” Camila smiled reassuringly.

With eye’s trained to the floor, the glum girl opened the door revealing her full self.

“Hey” the brown eyed girl gently lifted Lauren’s chin. “I love you. Okay? I love all of you, i don’t care if you do something that’s considered 'gross’, it’s not a big deal. Please dont be insecure,  you’re too beautiful to cry.”

Lauren didnt think it was possible to fall harder. shit, was she wrong. 

…….

Lauren released a breath, her spine tingling with every breath she took.

Okay yeah….that fucking hurt.

The room went deadly quiet, Hazel was staring blank faced at her mother while Camila was Laughing so hard, no sound was escaping her mouth. 

Not bothering to look up, Lauren could already sense what her wife’s face was displaying.  “Don’t. Say a word.”

Causing Camila to burst.

AN The beginning. 🙌