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A Fair Trade (A First Date) Word Count: 2.7k Tags: Price x oc/reader, minor descriptions of reader but only if you really squint, fluff, first date awkwardness Summary: The Witch promised Price dinner and by God he's going to be fed. Price promised her a date, and that makes this whole thing a little harder.

You are trying and failing not to think of tonight as a date.

You've been on dates. Not good ones, and they never came to your house, but you've been on dates. You were never this nervous before. You smooth your hands over your apron, trace the embroidery with your fingers before you pat your thighs to stop your fidgeting. You're going to change while the meat is still cooking, your usual work clothes feel too plain.

It’s painfully clear you don’t dress up often as you look through your closet. Actually it might be more accurate to say you have no concept of dressy vs too dressy. Your usual uniform is casual to you, but you often have clients tell you, you look nice. Whatever that means. You shake your head and grab whatever is clean, staring at the coven clothes in the back of your closet. Too fancy. You twist the little pearl buttons on your blouse into their holes, and make a face in the mirror. It’s all too obvious you’re trying to look nice for someone.

It’s the silhouette, you think, the nipped waist and tight skirt. You huff and don’t bother to do the last few buttons, searching around your drawers for something more casual. You think you have a pair of jeans somewhere. You know your sister has tried to force denim on you enough times. God, this skirt makes everything so much harder, you’re not used to clothing sitting so close to your body.

Fuck everything you’re changing, you’ll wear one of your dresses it’ll be fine.

There’s a solid knock on your front door, your wards light up excitedly. You squeeze your eyes shut and beg for it to not be Price. You know it is. You’ll just have to tell him to wait while you finish getting ready, slipping on a pair of heels as you make your way to the curved oak door.

You tug the door open, feeling more than a little frazzled. Everything is already going wrong and now you don’t have any time to fix it. Price smiles down at you, he looks the same as always. Fantastic, once again you’re overdressed. You step to the side, bid him a quiet “please come in” and hold the door for him. He slips his hat --your hat-- from his head as he steps inside. His eyes drag over your body in a way that makes you feel far too exposed.

"Did you dress up for me?" He asks, you feel a little silly the way he says it.

"You said this was a date," which makes you feel even sillier to say.

“I did say that,” Price hums, reaches towards you, gentle fingers finish buttoning your shirt. You tip your head back instinctively for him as he twists the satin ribbon tie at the collar into a neat bow. Your breath sticks in your throat, the gesture far too intimate for a first date. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?” His fingers caress your throat and you snap your chin down, take a step back before your heart can jump out of your chest. You suppose changing is out of the question now.

“No,” Liar, “should I be?”

“Probably not,” You hate how he smiles at you, with just barely contained amusement, it’s far too charming.

“You know to behave yourself,” You turn away from him to go check on your roast, “otherwise the wards will throw you out just like last time.”

“Last time,” He mumbles, and you feel yourself wince, the ache in your chest at his tone. You shouldn’t have brought it up. Price is quiet, you’re not exactly used to him being quiet. You can feel him, his magic like a still lake, deep dark waters hardly stirring the secrets at the bottom. You still glance over your shoulder to make sure he’s actually in the house when he’s gone too long in silence.

He’s looking around your living room, picking up framed pictures and smiling down at the happy faces. His eyes dart to the wood beams of your ceiling, to the overstuffed couch, the knitted afghans, nothing you find terribly interesting. All of your materials are kept closer to the kitchen. If he wanted to snoop he should’ve chosen one of your glass cabinets, not your bookshelf. You shrug and pull your ceramic pot from the oven, you don’t have anything that needs to be hidden.

You settle your main on the counter and go to grab plates. You figure you can get dinner plated while he’s busy putting his scent all over everything. You can feel his magic clinging to whatever he’s touched. It’ll take you weeks to get it fully out of your house. You try not to think about the magical cleaning you’ll have to do when he leaves, focusing instead on slicing thick cuts off the bread you’d baked earlier.

Your grandmother would be quite proud of you for all the cooking you’ve done. Everything is fresh and cooked to perfection. It’s quite a nice plate if you do say so yourself: warm bread, tender meat with a rich thick sauce, and roasted vegetables with just a hint of char. Everything smells of warm herbs and careful preparation. Cooking is a magic in and of itself, one you’re thankful you had a good teacher for.

You grab both plates to set at their respective places on your table. Not exactly formal dining, but then again your family has never been a formal dining sort of people. Still, you have the prerequisite candles, wine, cloth napkins and butterflies in your stomach. You look for Price, finally having made his way to your curio cabinet. He turns a pair of dragonfly wings over in his hand.

“Dinner’s ready,” You raise your voice enough to be sure he’ll hear you over whatever he’s thinking. He settles the wings back in their place as he looks at you. His eyes drift down to the table.

“You served me,” Price sounds, almost confused, but- hm, indulgent, maybe. His voice is thick with something you haven’t heard before, deeper in his chest than it usually is. Something about it makes you want to touch him, conjures the feeling of sitting on his lap as you take your own seat.

“You’re my guest,” You tell him, “I’m a good host.”

“So you are,” He pulls his designated chair out to sit, and pauses again, leaning to pick up the fork you’d laid out for him. “This is fairy made,” He twists the intricate wooden utensil between his fingers, you nod.

“You’re not the only fae I deal with,” You pick up your own fork, the wood curves comfortably in your hand.

“Apparently,” Price smiles, finally sitting, “anyone I should be jealous of?” You snort.

“I should hope not. If I had to deal with anyone half as stubborn as you-” You shake your head, clear the sentence from your thoughts, “Besides I rarely cook for others. Too much-” you wave your hand, “idle magic to keep track of.”

Price hums. What you want to tell him is that cooking is such a labor of love, that it’s almost impossible to serve anything to anyone who isn’t going to stick around. That clearing your intent and keeping it clear the whole time you cook is far more than what a normal person has to go through, even if they’re just making toast. That every recipe seems to call for the same herbs that love and health spells call for, and you’ve never been able to shut your brain off from the association. That even sharing a meal with your friends makes you worry you’ll accidentally put a spell on them, and they’ll never trust what you give them again. That even though you love cooking you never stop being a witch, putting magic into everything that touches you.

Price watches you, your faux casual air. You know he has a better nose than your mundane friends, you dread to hear if your food smells like a spell. His eyes are so warm as you meet his gaze. It always surprises you that such an icy blue could be anything but cold, and yet.

“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble for me,” He says, picking up his knife and beginning to slice through the meat on his plate. You open your mouth to refute it, and grab your wine to sip instead. There’s no point in lying when it’s so painfully clear.

Wood, ceramic, copper, your kitchen seems almost made for fae comfort in its current state. Not a lick of iron anywhere it could’ve infected the food.

Instead you flick your wrist, your little record player excitedly switching itself on and carefully setting its needle on your pre-approved vinyl. You let the machine deal with the fiddly bits as your magic works to try and even itself out around the traces Price has left.

“I promised you a meal, you should be able to eat it,” You finally manage, doing your best to focus on your own food when your stomach is twisting itself into knots.

“Thank God for that,” Price tells you, “if I can’t eat you, at least I can eat your food.” You both watch the candles burst in crackling flames, bright enthusiastic licks of fire that you do your best to calm down. Magic reacting to your emotions. The record player skips a beat with your fluttering heart. “Cute,” He says it so casually, like your flames don’t crackle with his every word.

“Shut up,” You grumble.

If you’d thought dinner would be the hardest part of the evening you were horribly wrong. Dinner is easy. You’ve taken tea with Price enough times, had enough conversations with him, that you find it easy to fall into your familiar groove. Though you can feel time passing, can hear the soft click and chime of your clocks, you get lost talking. Before you know it hours have passed. Your candles burned down, your plates clean, the previously full bottle of wine neatly polished off. You think your record has reset itself at least once.

It’s nice, comfortable. Price always gives you his full attention, listens without simply waiting for his turn to speak, and you return the favor. Although with how intelligent he is, it would be hard not to give him your full attention. This date thing is easy. You don’t know why you were so worried.

All of your awkward anxiety rushes at you as you stand at the door. You’ve never been good at ending dates, and you’ve never had a date go well with someone you’re- Well you suppose you can admit that you like Price more than you should. Like him enough to hesitate the ending. You stare at him, trying to get a read on his mood, trying to silently ask him to do something. Please tell me how this is supposed to end, you think at him.

“You have to tell me if you want something little witch,” He smiles down at you.

"Would you kiss me?" You don't know what else to say, how else this could possibly go. You want him to kiss you more than anything. You had it once, and you haven't stopped thinking about it since. Price smiles, and pulls you into his arms.

He kisses you and it's nothing like it was last time. The blind panic is gone for one. It's slow and soft, it's not perfect, you don't know what to do with your hands or really what to do with your mouth, but it doesn't matter. Price kisses you like he never wants to do anything else, like the world can wait for him to finish. You're warm from the dinner and you can feel it bleed into the kiss. His beard tickles a little but the way he holds you and the soft slide of his lips make everything else melt away.

When he pulls away you can still feel the phantom press of his lips against yours, and it makes giddy bubbles pop in your ribs and across your cheeks. You want to kiss him again. Price smiles and brushes your hair back, his rough calloused fingers gentle as they skate across your skin. You really must be greedy to want so much more of him. You try to coach yourself, too much of a good thing blah blah blah.

He cups the back of your head and kisses you again. Soft, soft, soft. You didn't know kissing someone would feel like this. You've seen movies, read books, but you'd thought those must be exaggerations. When you'd kissed him before it had been so insistent, all teeth and tongue as he tried to devour you. If you'd thought he was trying to steal you away then you can't even imagine what he's trying to do now. Your chest clenches tight, pulls taught, bursts with gnawing desire, you think you might be trying to steal him, or at least convince him you're worth staying for.

Not that he needs convincing, you are more than worth staying for. You're so sweet and warm from the wine. Your lips are plush against his and your pretty little fingers hold onto him so tightly, he wouldn't leave you if the whole court called him. There's a slight tang of alcohol on your lips that makes your kiss all the sweeter.

Your hands slide to his shoulders as you press up on your toes, press closer against him. He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you flush against his chest. As if he could keep you any closer, feel any more of your warmth. Oh you sweet thing, if he could sink into you he would, each honeyed kiss, each gentle breath, plucking at the last string of his resolve. Precious darling, do you even know how well loved you are?

You pull back, turn your head so his next kiss just catches the edge of your mouth. Price is ravenous for you, sliding his lips to your jaw, he can smell your pulse, the soft powdery rose of your perfume. How could he still be so hungry after eating? He can feel the syrup drip of your magic down his spine, languid and entirely too enticing. Actually, everything in the house seems to tremble just on the edge of your breaths, seems to weigh heavy against his shoulders, anticipatory.

It’s not just his hunger, is it?

His lips still against your neck. No, it’s yours as well. He can smell it, taste it on your skin, your want. You’re a spell, as much as you try not to be, just begging to be adored. You’re nervous. He pulls back, takes in the pout of your lips, the draw of your brows, wanting but unsure. He can’t. You deserve better than just hungry wanting. You should rest safe in the knowledge that he won’t leave in the morning.

Unfortunately that morning won’t come tomorrow.

Price strokes your cheek, kisses your forehead. It’s the end of an exchange, a decision made for both of you. you thought he’d be pushier. He was getting what he wanted, right? Maybe that was your own inexperience shining through, but you’d thought- Well you’d thought this was why he wanted you.

“What now?” You ask, trying to hide the confusion in your voice.

“Now?” He sighs it like it pains him, “Now, I leave, and you see me tomorrow.” You can’t say you aren’t relieved. Grateful that he isn’t pushing you for more so quickly. Still, you can’t help feeling a small sting of rejection.

"Even if I ask you to stay?" You push up onto your toes to try and meet his lips again, but he leans back to keep you a breath away.

"Especially if you ask." He tilts his head, and you feel like you’ve edged too close to a dangerous line. "When I fuck you," Price breathes, brushes his lips against yours, "and I will fuck you, Sweetheart," he assures you, "I want it to mean something.” He brushes your hair from your cheek, his fingers cupping your face like you’re something precious to him.

“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You hope. Price smiles, and kisses you a final time. The feeling of him lingers when he pulls away. Gentle magic sticking to your lips as he pulls his hat on.

“And every day after that,” He promises.

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helisol · 2 years

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📢📢📢 BUT THE BRIGHTEST HANDSOMEST BEST MAN ON EARTH-

#me holding ofmd and the great comet like two barbies and smushing their faces together #my art #omfd #blackbonnet

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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omg. more pavitr content. please. i love your writing style sm, your first pav one solved everything wrong with the world.

i dont mind if its fluff/angst/smut or whatever, anythings good.

if you need something to work off of, i was thinking of a thing where pavs a lil possessive and clingy, so he starts to get jealous when hobie starts hanging out w and making (platonic) contact with the reader

Okay so I'm gonna combine this with an ask my friend sent me privately, so here we goooo!

Looking Crazy In Love

Jealous!Pavitr x Oblivious Fem!Spider-Woman

TW/CW: Some Angsty Pavitr, Jealous boi, you're both oblivious goobers, Hobie and Peter over here in the background pretending they have barbie dolls of you and smushing your faves together like "Now kiss dammit"

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He didn't like it. He didn't like the hot burning feeling that settled in his gut; he didn't like how annoyed he got when he saw you two hanging on each other.

He could be wrong.

It could be nothing.

But it could also be something.

He wasn't ready for something to happen between you and Hobie. Not before he had a chance to... to...

Pavitr's shoulders dropped and he groaned, sighing for the umpteenth time today as he watched you and Hobie hang out.

Right now, Hobie was letting you hold his guitar, giving you a rundown on how to pluck the strings to make the worst noises possible (probably just to annoy Miguel with his super hearing).

You were laughing, he was laughing.

And... his arm dropped around your shoulders.

He felt that nasty feeling boil deep inside him.

He wasn't normally like this. Pavitr Prabhakar was not the jealous type. Right? Right, he's not.

Not not not not not, so not jealous.

Okay, maybe a little.

But who can blame him? Your smile, your hair, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you liked... you were perfect. His dream girl, right here, in the flesh.

And you were busy schmoozing up with Hobie, who seemed to be lapping up your attention, and... he winked! He winked at him! Why that tall arrogant...

Pavitr crossed his arms and silently seethed, glaring at the ground.

"You okay?" Peter B asked, dropping down next to him.

"'M fine." Pavitr muttered.

"Ohhh ho no you're not!" Peter grinned, sipping out of the plastic cup he had. He wasn't wearing the chest harness, so MJ must have Mayday today.

"The Pavitr Prabhakar I know is all sunshine and stray puppies. Come on, what's got you so down in the dumps?" The older man asked, tilting his head.

"It's nothing." Pavitr insisted, still not looking at him.

Peter looked up, noticing how you and Hobie were so close together and slyly looked at the younger Spider-Man.

He snapped his fingers as if he just realized something. "Oh, right!"

Pavitr watched as Peter cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled at you and Hobie. "Hey, Hobie! Miguel wants you 'n me on a mission!"

Hobie tossed his head back with a loud groan, taking his guitar from you.

"We'll continue your lessons some other time, yeh?" Hobie snorted, giving you a fist bump.

"You know it, Hobes." You beam happily up at him.

Peter was quick to whisk Hobie away, his arm around his shoulder as they spoke about something, looking back at the two of you as you bounced up to Pavitr.

Hobie was grinning.

Pavitr was not, he seemed to grow stiff when you got closer.

"Hey, Pav!" You smiled at him.

"Hey..." He mumbled, scrunching his shoulders.

"Heyyy... what's wrong?" You ask, your brow pinching up in concern.

"It's nothing." Pavitr lied.

"What's got you all grumpy? You're never grumpy! It's like you got bit by a big ole grumpy bug!" You giggle.

Pavitr shifted uncomfortably. "Just out of sorts, I guess."

He was quiet for a second before mumbling.

"You looked like you were having fun."

"Oh, me n Hobie? Yeah! He's been teaching me how to play, and maybe said that..." You notice the frown on his face deepen, and you reach out to touch his shoulder. "Pav? Are you--"

"I'm fine!" He snaps, shrugging your hand off his shoulder, before stomping away, leaving you confused, and a little hurt if you were being honest.

You follow him as he paces down into an empty hallway. After about five minutes of calling him and getting no answer, you scrunch your face and shoot some webs out, grabbing him by the back and effectively halting him, digging your heels into the floor as he tries to pull away, unable to reach the webs and pry them off of him.

"Agh! Let me go!" He grumbled, trying to pull free.

"Not... until... you talk to me!" You grunt, tugging harder.

"I said it's nothing! Leave me alone!"

"It's not... nothing!" You groan with effort, yanking as hard as you can and finally pulling Pavitr so hard he lands flat on his butt.

You take the opportunity to run up to him, panting, your hands on your knees as you watch him stand.

"You can tell me, Pav! You know you can! Just tell me what's--"

"Arrrrgh!" Pavitr reached up to his head and scruffs his hair in frustration.

"Pavitr--"

"It's--it's you, okay?! You are the thing that's bugging me!" Pavitr said, turning to look at you, stomping his foot.

When he saw you wince slightly he ran his hand through his hair again and started pacing back and forth in the hallway, hand gripping his hair, feeling a little guilty for snapping at you, now.

"I like you! Like... like more than just like! When--when you're around me, I... I get this funny feeling in my chest, butterflies in my stomach... when you laugh you make me feel like--like--!" He waved his arms, as if that explained his feelings.

"And seeing you with Hobie just--just makes me so... so...!"

He makes a frustrated noise as he paces harder.

"Are you... jealous that I'm spending time with Hobie?" You finally asked eyes wide.

"No! Yes! Well, I--he just--you two--!" He blurted, looking at you with an almost hurt expression, before slumping his posture and looking at the ground.

"I just... it makes me feel like I'm... just... not enough." He says softly.

You stand in silence, and it feels like it stretches as long as the empty hallway.

You decide to break it.

"Pavitr..."

He doesn't look at you, just squeezes his eyes shut, as if he was waiting for the rejection he anticipated.

You shake your head, smiling softly as you walk up to him.

He still doesn't make eye contact with you, but you feel all the air rush from his body and you could swear you heard the crashing noises as his brain stopped working when you kissed his cheek.

"I... I like you too, you dummy. I was just... I didn't think you felt the same way."

Pavitr looked at you, his jaw on the floor.

"And Hobie and I are just friends, Pav. He's teaching me some cool tricks. He's more like a big brother than anything." You chuckle at him, reaching up to shut his jaw with a soft click as your knuckles push it back up again.

"So you--"

"Yeah, I love you too, Pav."

Pavitr reaches out and wraps his arm around your waist, swinging you around, making you squeak and laugh.

"Oh my god I love you too!" He declared, full of jubilance.

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Peter gave Hobie a fist bump as they watched the security feeds that Lyla was feeding them on their watches.

"Told you he'd crack." Hobie grinned. "You owe me lunch."

"Yeah yeah, just don't burn my wallet!" Peter laughed.

#pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #my writing #answered

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local-cryptxd · 20 days

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okay i have some things to say. and i know all of my followers are here for bg3 content but i have to talk about the most recent episode of 9-1-1 on abc

Spoilers obviously if you have not seen s7xep4 of 9-1-1

Okay. I will start this by saying, I have loved Buddie for years now. Super cute, I love you Eddie, I love you Buck, im smushing your faces together like barbies. But i truly cannot get behind everyone saying that since Buck has been confirmed to be bisexual that they are going to make Buddie canon.

Firstly, lets not treat this new relationship with Tommy as a stepping stone to Buddie. This is Buck's moment right now, and thats all it needs to be. We rarely get this kind of rep, a straight "ladies man" esque character, in his 30s, learning that hes queer and what that is going to mean for him. Let Buck have this without rushing to get to Buddie

Second, I personally just do not think that it would write well for Eddie to also come out. With Buck, we have been seeing since the beginning that this man has been queer. There has never been a doubt in my mind that Buck would come out as bisexual, they have made so many quips about it in the show. It feels right for his character. I don't believe the same can be said for Eddie. If he were to come out now after all of this, if they made Buddie canon, to me it would simply feel like fanservice. Like they are catering to there audience, it wouldn't feel at all genuine to me. And I don't think its the most interesting or well written plot they could go for here.

Do I believe that Buck has/had feelings for Eddie? Absolutely. I think Buck should have a moment of realization of "oh, all of these big confusing feelings I've been having for my bestfriend might be explained now". But I don't think Eddie will reciprocate. And that's okay. They have a very beautiful friendship, and I think the best thing the writers could do is show a healthy male friendship that is heartfelt and vulnerable between a straightman and a queer man and have that just be okay.

As sweet as Buddie is as a ship, I'd very much like to see this relationship with Tommy fleshed out first and foremost. Flesh him out as a character, we've seen very little of him and I'd like to know more. I think if they really want to make Buddie canon, it needs to take its time, and they need to do it right. Well written queer characters are sometimes hard to come by, and i would hate for that to happen here with rushing into things. Personally, Ive been loving this theory brought up to me by a friend that Eddie actually helped set up things between Tommy and Buck. But who knows we will simply have to wait for the next episode.

#sorry for the long ass post #i just have a lot of thoughts and feelings #this isnt even all of them #don't get me started on the whole family feud cast “confirming” gay eddie #911 spoilers #911 abc #911 season 7 #911 show #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #tommybuck #buddie

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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slash ships to get to know me

Thanks for the tag @greenmegsnoham! And apologies for the lateness!

Rules: Name at least five (no upper limit) slash (M/M) ships you love. Each from a different fandom.

Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Snarry. The Chosen Prince. Mr. Sass and Mr. Snark. The ship of my soul. Oh how I adore them!

Genuinely, there is too much I love about them, and I feel like I talk about them ad nauseum. But I can't help it!! The angst, the drama, the scandal, the taboo, the baggage, the tension, the potential!!!! There's so much there to play with!!!!

They were also my introduction to shipping near twenty years ago. Wee lil 11 year old Danni played with Google for hte first time, stumbled into an explicit Drarry fic, and stumbled out with a curiosity for Snarry, which turned into a lifelong passion! They're where my heart is, and where I always return to, wherever else I explore in my life. Other ships, other fandoms, but I always come home to Snarry. (Cuz they're soulmates.) (No, you cannot convince me otherwise.)

Dean Winchester/Castiel

Destiel!! Ahh!! Wow what a throwback even typing the name is. Listen, Wincest does not scare me, okay? I read Flowers in the Attic when I was like 8 okay? And while I've read the odd Wincest...it just didn't do it for me. I'm not a big Sam Girl, really. But I am a Dean Girl. And when Cass came onto the scene?? I fell HARD for that angel, let me tell you! And is as natural for a gal who played with Barbies, I saw my two faves and wanted to smush their mouths together.

Plus...c'mon. The human (Hunter) and the angel???? How fun! Also: the potential for internalized homophobia?? I've read many a Destiel fic with that and my golly do I eat that up like candy. Also: a Destiel series introduced me to the concept of "demisexuality" which led me on a years'-long journey to learning about the asexuality spectrum and learning more about myself! (The Writing on the Wall, it's called, for those curious.)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

STONY! SUPERHUSBANDS! OH WOWEE. The first ship besides Snarry I ever wrote!

For starters, we're back on my "smushing my faves' faces together" bs. Cuz my Top 3 Marvel heroes are: Captain America, Iron Man, and Spiderman. Judge me all you want, the heart wants what the heart wants. And my heart wants Steve and Tony to make sweet love and adopt Peter Parker.

Also: our handsome boy scout + the rebellious playboy?? Weird family connections with Steve having known Howard Stark. Also: another potential for internalized homophobia! (It feels really wrong to be so excited about that potential, but listen....I grew up in the Bible belt. Let me deal.) Steve being the man in charge and Mr. Goody-Goody, and Tony forever wanting to butt heads and rub off the Golden Boy's golden shine. Glorious. Much potential for angst and challenging dysfunctional dynamics which I am super here for.

Izuku Midoriya/Katsuki Bakugou

BAKUDEKU. My sweet cinnamon roll and our angry boi. Such fun! Midoriya is such a sweetheart. Bakugou screams a lot. Clearly a match made in heaven. Lots of name calling (looking at you Bakugou) and emotional constipation (again: Bakugou.) Strong brave bois being very heroic and sexy. Also:....I love them both. And want them to kiss.

They're also the ship where even when I'm not actively seeking them out, if a Bakudeku art or story looks interesting: I'm clicking! I'm really behind in MHA. And I've never actively read in the fandom. But if I see it and it looks good, I'M IN. Which is just odd for me, but ah well.

Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham.

Hannigram. Murder Husbands.

...

...Murder Husbands.

......MURDER HUSBANDS.

Need I say more? I thought not.

Tagging: anyone who wants in!

#snarry #destiel #stony #bakudeku #hannigram

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strangelypenned · 9 months

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I love writing slow burn don’t get me wrong but duck I wanna get to the smut.

Like let me smush my Barbie’s faces together already damnit.

#fanfic #steddie #fanfiction #ao3fic #steve x eddie #ao3 #ao3 works #fandom #slow burn #slow build #ao3 author #eddie munson #steve harrington

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kitkatt0430 · 9 months

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1 & 21 for the ask game? ✨

1.) What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Hmm, the perils of being a multishipper is that often I'll just see a ship and go 'ah, yes, I can accept that into my shipping lexicon'. The ships I ship are ever growing, though some of them are definitely crack ships. Though there are platonic ships where I'm so invested in the friendship or QPR type thing they've got going on that I'm always a bit bewildered to be reminded that people ship them romantically.

Cisco & Caitlin (The Flash), Yuri & Estelle (Tales of Vesperia), and Zelda & Link (pick a Zelda game, almost any Zelda game) are good examples of me humming along in my 'they only get shipped in platonic or queer platonic ways' world and then going O_o for a few moments when I see the romantic ship happening instead.

Technically, I totally get why people ship them. But I also don't get it because they're just not my personal ship. So... not something that's an automatic reason not interact with the content, just... I don't really seek the content out either.

21.) What are your thoughts on crack ships?

I generally enjoy crack ships. Shipping, for me, isn't about wanting something to be canon. Honestly, about the only ship I've ever shipped while desperately wishing it'd get made canon was Lena/Kara. Because have you seen the heart eyes those ladies gave each other?

To me shipping is supposed to be fun and often times silly; crack ships are definitely that. I think being aro means I just don't take it quite as seriously in terms of character A and character B have to be together, accept no substitutes. I'm just kinda out here playing with my Barbies and smushing doll faces together, mostly at random.

#kitkatt0430 answers #salty writers ask

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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i used to make my dolls FIGHT. like, usually i could NOT stand having a drama free storyline and i was just itching to get to the point where i could pretend a doll died or make my dolls bet eachother up. BUT i always made sure there was romantic tension between my dolls. basically, if my i made two dolls fight, i would make one run off and somehow put themselves in danger, usually by almost falling off a cliff and hanging off the edge. then, the doll the were fighting with comes to rescue them, and they make up with a kiss. a very, very long kiss. like, I would just sit there smushing their faces together for like at least 5 minutes each time. i was a big fan of the enemies to lovers trope if you couldnt tell. if they fought, they had to have crushes on eachother. every time. also it was almost always two girls who were in love because i thought romantic tension was boring if it was a straight couple.

Okay, anon, this is where I can really shine because FUCK I DID ALL OF THIS. Like one Christmas, my parents surprised me with this giant ass Barbie Dreamhouse and. Oh. My. God. It changed the fucking game. Like even when I was little, I looooved the drama and the romance, so much so that I might as well have been hosting my own season of Love Island with the way I was defiling the Dreamhouse.

Like I learned about sex way too young (and through porn 😀👍🏻) so I had barbies straight up sleeping with each other and cheating on each other. I also destroyed almost all of my boy dolls. Like I would cut off all their hair, use nail polish remover to strip their faces, and sharpie over their little eyes and bulge areas. Like I would continually incorporate plots where one Barbie would be like, “God, my boyfriend is so ugly 🙄”

*cut to a fuckin mutilated Ken doll*

And then the other Barbie would be like, “But I’m in love with you though 🥰” and then I’d smoosh their faces together to make them kiss. God, I would love for someone to psychoanalyze little Meda bECAUSE I CAME UP WITH SUCH WEIRD SHIT.

#˚ʚ ask meda ɞ˚#˚ʚ anonymous ask ɞ˚

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theandrogynousdragon · 2 years

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Day Eight: Free Day

Wedding

tagging @reachfolk @friend-of-giants @clavicuss-vile @vilkas @qah-naarin @dirty-bosmer

listen I just want my babies to be cute and married together. Smushing their faces together like an eight-year-old with barbies. Forgive a bit of purple prose but I wanted to describe what everyone’s wearing.

Oh, he thought, catching sight of Ghorza as she entered the clearing. Oh, she’s so beautiful. He ran his hands down his father’s beaded kilt in a sudden fit of nerves, breath catching in his throat. He had been pleasantly surprised that Uncle Cadoc had kept his parents’ handfasting clothes safe all these years, when it certainly would have been more prudent to sell them on.

Copper flakes dusted Ghorza’s cheekbones, a bit of woad swiped over her eyelids, her lips stained with deep red snowberry juice. Her dark hair had been wound into many tight braids, woven with beads made of dwemer metal that caught the light. Amma’s silver necklace, strung with all manner of precious gems, looked at home on her throat, coating her skin in tiny rainbows. Amma’s rich purple handfasting robe (a rarity, one that her sisters had worked on for months), embroidered with more copper and rare golden thread, fit Ghorza well, though he could see where extra cloth had been added to the hem to account for her height.

He himself wore mostly silver, silver flakes on his cheeks and shoulders, a silver torc that once belonged to his great-grandfather at his throat, silver ring through his nose connected by a delicate chain (studded with black and cream pearls harvested from the Karth) to a bone hoop in his ear. The kilt he wore was a deep green, embroidered with copper and beaded with opal, almost a tapestry of his family’s history in its own right. Iridescent purple starling feathers had been woven into his hair; a single bronze-plated bear tooth hung from his left ear. He wore no shirt, as was custom for a spring wedding. Sweet-smelling flowers, woven into garlands, heaped in colorful piles in the as-yet-unlit braziers, were all around the clearing.

He was so desperately nervous that he could do nothing but stand there like an idiot, repeating the words Ciara had drilled into his head on cue, staring into Ghorza’s eyes like a frightened deer into sudden lamplight, somehow terrified that she would say no at the last minute. Then, the lighting of the heart-fires, joined into one, to symbolize the joining of their families as one whole, and the final invocation of Andrasti Reach-Mother, and he and Ghorza kissed each other’s palms, resting their foreheads together. He sank into her a little, finally relaxing. As the clan and all his friends cheered for them (he was certain he could hear Farkas howling, somewhere near the clearing entrance), Ruaidri whispered softly, “if i could cleave my own heart from my chest and gift it to you, I would. It is already yours, why should you not hold it within your hands, wear it around your throat, that all might know the full depth of my devotion?”

“I would never ask that of you, my love,” Ghorza replied, “but Sithis himself would be slain, if he ever took you from me.”

#tesfest22 #day eight: free day #ruaidri ap cynwrig #ghorza gra-bagol #wedding #featuring: farkas being a dork in the back lol #also started writing this on the wrong blog but oh well

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pastelwell · 10 months

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i’m so so soooo glad you’re still posting fic, i thought it was all over, please never stop and pleaseeee tell me you have more on the horizon because we need you

I will keep going for as long as it’s fun and easy for me!! I love to write about those losers, love to put them in a situation, love to take hold of them like barbie dolls and smush their faces together :3

When I posted my last fic I kind of figured it might be my last one, but then last night I wrote 5,000 words of deranged fiction for my priv Twitter pals so lmao, perhaps there’s still gas left in the tank yet.

Thank youuuu xx

#ask #anon #answered

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Hold On To Me Chapter 13 {Biadore} - imafuckinglibra

Hello darkness my old friend…The end is near people, like, ‘the end is here’ near. Also apparently I made my beta cry (woops) sorry babe. And sorry but for once there’s no smut in this I apologize. That’s all I have to say about this chapter enjoy, k bye.

“No. Out. Now!” Roy harshly yelled pointing to the exit.

He had stopped dead in his tracks when he opened the door to the backstage area of the club and spotted a familiar face sitting on his vanity’s surface.

Kicking his long lanky legs hanging off the counter cheerfully and grinning at him bigger than someone who’s just won the lottery.

“Uh-uh.” Danny bit his lip shaking his head like a disobedient child.

“You look retarded. Who the fuck even let in here?” He stood his ground crossing his arms. Danny’s adorably endearing charm was not getting him out of this one. He knew the rules - no meeting in public settings.

“I did.” Detox emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but her nude tights looking like some naked burned barbie doll.

“Of course you did.” He rolled his eyes. “Daniel…”

“Don’t hurt our baby!” Detox interjected throwing her arms around his shoulders, shielding him from the grumpy cuban queen.

“Your…no. No. You’re not working here so help me.” Roy warned dropping his bags next to Danny on the vanity. He stopped to put his hands either side of him and look him dead in the eyes. “Go home.”

“Uh-uh.”

“I’m serious. You’re not being as cute or funny as you think.”

“I’m very cute.” Danny smiled.

“I am going to strangle you one of these days.” Roy shook his head maintaining his authoritative stare.

Actually he didn’t mind having Danny there, he liked having the company and he hadn’t seen him a couple of days so he missed the little fucker. But being way too stubborn for his own good Roy wasn’t going to admit that and give Danny the satisfaction.

“Nobody’s buying the tough guy act pussyface, we all know about the lovin’.” Courtney magically appeared from behind another vanity.

“You have no proof.” Roy frowned at Danny. His bright smile only growing bigger the longer Roy glared at him which eventually made him cave and give him a quick peck. “Hi, now go home.”

Detox let go of him once she saw Roy wasn’t going to maul the poor boy and went back through the door leading to the bar. Once he was freed from the arms around him Danny placed his hands on either side of Roy’s hips pulling him closer. Trailing his hands back to hold onto his ass when Roy’s body hit his.

“I missed you.” He sighed dropping his head against Roy’s chest to listen to his heartbeat.

“If you still went to school you’d see me more.” Roy looked down at him, tucking a few strands of unruly hair behind his ears. “Regretting anything yet?”

While waiting for his answer Roy’s heart began growing heavier as he thought back on their conversation in the kitchen the first night Danny told him about dropping out.

“You’re what?” Roy shrieked letting go of his hold on Danny.

His eyes wide and his mouth flapping open unable to form a proper sentence.

‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’

“I’m dropping out. I won’t be your student anymore.” Danny shrugged lowering his hands from Roy’s neck to his waist.

“Is it because of me?” Roy’s hands went up to his head, running his fingers through his hair as he took a step back to take a breather. “Shit. Daniel if this is about me then, then…”

“It’s not.” Danny said calmly, standing there idly watching Roy’s pacing.

“You couldn’t wait 2 fucking months?”

“It’s not about you! I swear!” He tried walking back up to Roy, grabbing hold of his hands to stop his frantic to and fro.

Roy’s mind was a mess, a jumble of confusion and worry. If Danny were to drop out yes he wouldn’t be his student anymore but he’d be throwing his life away.

This beautiful young man standing in front of him, so bright with so much ahead of him, would be throwing his life away. He didn’t know how to react except staring blankly at him.

This is stupid. He was being unbelievably stupid! Why would he throw his life away like this? Yes people who drop out can still be successful but he knew Danny too well by now to know he doesn’t always make the most rational decisions.

“Hey, calm down.” Picking up on his internal freak out being worse than he was letting on Danny’s grip on his hands gave a tight squeeze before they went up to his face. His thumbs caressing his cheekbones to calm him down as much as he could.

Searching for any sense of comfort wherever he could get it his body instinctively relaxed into the warmth of his hands, his own coming up to hold onto his boney wrists for some stability.

“Is there any way I can talk you out of this?” He sighed trying to stop his mind from racing and just accept what was happening.

“No.” Danny shook his head with a faint smile on his face. “My mom and I talked about it during the days I missed school and I’ve been planning on dropping out since…”

“Sophomore year.” Roy finished his sentence.

“Yeah.” Danny nodded, leaning down to place a soft peck on Roy’s full lips.

A very smart way of getting him to calm down, the distraction of Danny’s lips gently brushing against his made Roy melt right on the spot.

‘I don’t want you to go…’ Roy thought.

He didn’t have the balls to admit to Danny that his resistance came from the fear that if he left school he’d leave him too.

He had grown far too attached for his own good to ever let him go at this point, a fear he never realized he had or could have till he so nearly lost him thanks to Raja’s mishap.

‘I don’t want you to go…I can’t say goodbye.’ He repeated in his mind hoping if he repeated it to himself enough eventually it would come out.

“If I let go will you run? Or you good?” Danny teased smushing his features together in his hands.

“Alright, alright. I’m good.” Roy placed his hands on Danny’s hips, his head a little clearer now after the initial shock fading. “When’s your last day? Do you even have a last day or…I don’t know, I don’t know how any of this works honestly.”

Danny smiled draping his arms over his shoulders again as they were previously. “I’m not sure yet, I had to talk to the guidance counselor the other day and they’re making me take these tests and get my GED. If I fail that then I can’t drop out.”

“Okay, so there’s still time before everything’s final?” Roy cocked a brow getting a nod from Danny after he thought it over a while. “And you’re sure I can’t talk you out of this?”

Danny shook his head. Can’t blame a guy for trying, he had to at least give it one final go to clear his conscious.

“I won’t freak out, again. Just tell me why you’re doing this.”

“Pizza.”

“What?” Roy snorted.

Was he really fucking dropping out for pizza? I mean it wouldn’t surprise him or anyone really it seemed to be the only thing on his mind 90% of the time. Roy’s dick apparently filling the other 10%.

No pun intended.

“Oh, pizza!” Roy ran back to the counter where their frozen dinner was sitting after Danny’s loud rumbling stomach answered for him.

Danny followed him resting his elbows on the countertop where Roy and his friends had been watching his old youtube videos a week earlier. Watching Roy’s every move as he thought of why he was leaving school.

If he had to be completely honest Roy did play a big part in his decision to give up on his education but it wasn’t just because of him.

School was packed with too many painful memories that he didn’t want to face anymore. The bullying, teasing, teachers telling him his attitude would get him in rehab, stress of all the assignments those were all so common they didn’t even matter to him anymore.

It was the pain beneath the surface, or in the case of his poor locker, it was the surface. Every time he’d walk past his freshman locker he’d be reminded of the pain he felt the last day of the year when he got the call of his father’s passing. Out of blind rage and sorrow he punched it so hard he broke 2 of his knuckles and his index finger.

But there was more.

Around every corner plastered on the blue walls he’d see the face of the pissed off jock who followed him home after school to yell obscenities in his ear after he bombed on Idols. Honoring this asshole who made his life hell for his athletic prowess.

The nurses office where he had cried in Michelle’s arms till he threw up after a bad trip from some fucked up drugs laced with something unknown that made him sick.

Of course the steps leading into the school were the worse. It’s been month since his fall and the concrete was still stained brown with his blood.

He couldn’t face any of it anymore. It wasn’t like he was running away from any of those bad times, he was just finally letting go.

The prospect of getting to be with Roy as his boyfriend and not just his quick fuck in a supply closet or goodnight FaceTimes was just the cherry on top.

“My grades suck, I mean you know that you gave them.” He started speaking while Roy unwrapped their meal. “And I’m not planning on ever going to college, like I want to be a performer. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do so, yeah. What’s the point? Kurt Cobain didn’t need to graduate.“

Roy got up from the oven slowly and turned around, his brows furrowed in a very amused ‘really bitch’ look. He leaned back against his sink with his hands next to him in the edge.

“Kurt Cobain is who you’re basing this decision on?”

“Nh-yeah.”

“The same guy who shot himself at 27? And wrote Polly wants a cracker I think I should get off her first?”

“Meow.” Danny nodded with a chuckle. Roy knew the words to Polly? The fuck?

“Seems uh…logical.”

“Neither did Courtney Love or David Bowie or Cher or Ozzy Osbourne or Pink or…” Danny quickly blurted out names.

“I get it.”

“You’re mad?” Danny’s smile fell.

“I’m a little disappointed not gonna lie, but uh, no. I’m not…I don’t think I’m mad.” Roy stepped closer to lean over the same countertop as Danny and take hold of his hands. “If you know what you’re doing and it makes you happy then, I’m happy. Just give me some time to think it over.”

“You know what would make me really happy right now?” Danny smirked. “If I get to blow you again.”

Roy rolled his eyes every annoyingly as he pushed himself off the counter and mumbled some obscurities under his breath while walking into the bedroom.

When he came back a minute later with the object he went to fetch he found Danny sitting outside on the balcony in the same chair as the first time he was there. His knees shaking and a freshly lit cigarette between his lips.

“You like balconies huh?”

“I like smoking. You won’t let me smoke inside.” His demeanor was suddenly completely different. Cold almost.

“What’s wrong?” Roy took a seat across from him, placing his hand on Danny’s knee to stop it’s shaking.

“Nothing.”

“Talk to me.”

“I know you think I’m a child and I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing,” Danny’s voice cracked and with trembling hands he took another drag from his cigarette hiding his mouth behind his hand as he usually did when he started crying. “But I’m not.”

“I don’t think that…I just,” Roy sighed. “You’re young. I remember being your age and how scary everything feels, but you have to try and look at things from my perspective. See how fucked up I feel.”

“Cher was 11 years younger than Sonny too.”

Roy nodded and decided this was just a losing battle. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.” Danny mouthed.

Seeing the boy he loved so much made Roy’s heart physically ache. How could someone so bright and full of possibilities fall so easily into despair?

“Hey. I got you babe.” Roy joked trying to lighten the mood as he shook his knee. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Danny just smiled halfheartedly and wiped away the tear that rolled down his cheek before any more could follow. “I didn’t mean to fuck up your life too.”

“You didn’t.” Roy quickly got up to go kneel between his legs, with a hand on each knee he spread his thighs so he could get closer to him. Hugging him tightly to reassure him everything would be okay. “I love you no matter what. I promise.”

“Love you too.”

“You want to come eat or stay outside, it’s cold as a witches tit out here. And I’m a fucking witch, I know how cold my tit is.”

Danny laughed a little at his stupidity bringing a smile to Roy’s face. “Can we just stay outside a bit?”

“Sure. But then show me your hand.” He held an open palm out waiting for Danny to put his injured hand on it.

Reluctantly he obliged and Roy went to work examining how bad the damage actually was. It hadn’t gotten bluer which was good, it was pretty swollen though which made him worry.

“I had to hit him. I told you you’re my only man, I wouldn’t let anyone else touch me even if we were open or you know, not together.” Danny whispered looking down to his lap.

“Good boy.” Roy praised releasing his hand to cup his face instead. “I’ll make you a deal. I won’t tell you what to do, I’ll let you make this decision on your own. But all I ask is think everything over clearly okay?”

“Okay.” Danny nodded into his warm palm. “Can I blow you now?”

Roy laughed off his comment and wrapped his arms around him again, lifting not only himself but Danny as well to spin them so he’d be seated with Danny on his lap all in one seamless move.

They stayed snuggled up outside till Danny’s fine tuned pizza senses tingled and he made Roy get up to go feed them. The few minutes outside did give them enough time to discuss what’s next however and give Roy the opportunity to begin concocting a plan for the future.

“Hm…Nope. No regrets.” Danny shook his head.

“You said you got your scores back right?”

“Yeah.”

He obviously didn’t get the hint so after a few seconds of silence Roy spelled it out for him. “I’m waiting for your results bitch. How did it go?”

“I um…” Danny dropped his head making Roy’s heart drop straight out of his ass.

‘Oh god he failed it.’ Roy began panicking.

He knew Danny would be absolutely crushed if this didn’t pan out as hoped and no amount of pizza, terrible 80’s movies or bj’s would be able to patch that wound.

He took a deep inhale bracing himself for the worst and out of habit placed a reassuring hand on Danny’s.

“I got a 2 605!”

“You little fucker.” Roy laughed when Danny sprung up grabbing onto him so he could spin him. “I’m so proud!”

Roy grabbed onto his upper thighs so he could hold him up better as he continued peppering loud kisses all over face making him giggle uncontrollably.

“You are?” Danny’s giggles died down and he looked into his eyes.

“Of course I am. Mwah! Mwah! I’m so fucking proud.”

And he was. Roy had watched Danny, and of course helped him a few times, study for his GED tests. They were 5 in total and even after just the first one he was spent, but he never doubted that he could pull it off. He didn’t believe it about himself but Danny was a smart boy.

Which is why the news also saddened Roy if he had to be brutally honest. In the few weeks since dropping the bomb on him Roy had been a mess too, which he buried as deep down as possible away from Danny.

He still had his reservations about the whole idea and wether Danny was making the right decision, but he had vowed to be there for him every step of the way and he intended on honoring that.

On the bright side Danny was now technically just a regular 19 year old guy. They were no longer teacher and student. Which in some fucked up way Roy missed about their relationship. Relationship.

Fuck. They could actually have a relationship now.

“Proud enough to buy me a drink.” Danny cocked his brow with a shit eating grin bringing him abruptly back to reality.

“Hey.” Roy dropped him back onto the vanity’s counter. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Do I get a drink if I tell you mom thinks I’m out with the guys tonight which means I can stay at your place?”

“One.” Roy gave him another quick peck and went to sit down. Starting the daunting process of turning himself into the erotic clown, Bianca del Rio herself. “But you’re not working here.”

“Wasn’t planning on working in your stupid club anyway.” Danny pouted crossing his arms

“Sure, princess.”

“Coño.” He muttered under his breath sticking his bottom lip out further.

“Language, Noriega.”

“Why can’t I?” He angrily huffed through his nostrils.

“Because this is my club, bitch.”

“Actually…” Raja jumped into the conversation emerging from behind the door to the bar with his arm around Raven.

“It’s ours, bitch.” Raven waved a finger between them.

Roy dramatically rolled his eyes and decided to prioritize and focus on getting ready instead of arguing over something stupid with Danny.

“Hi, gorgeous.” Raja glided over in her trademark ethereal fashion to Danny and taking his hands in hers she lifted him up to hug him warmly. “Congratulations on being a little dropout baby.”

“And you’re welcome to perform here any time you want, sweetheart.” Raven chimed in throwing her arms around him to sandwich the boy between them.

“Stop trying to get on his good side because you drove him into…that thing’s, arms.” Roy snarled in Raja’s direction without ever looking at the already painted queen.

“Hey! That was weeks ago and I apologized.”

“It’s all good I forgive you.” Danny returned the hug before tilting his head to whisper directly into Raja’s ear. “But I’ll never forget.”

Raja shivered at his words and almost instantly let go of him.

“And this is for you.” Danny turned back to the now eyebrow less Roy dangling a key with a Manson keychain between his index finger and thumb.

“What’s that?” Roy asked without bothering to turn around to look at it.

“Your key.”

Roy had given Danny a key to his apartment the very night he told him he was dropping out when they were on the balcony, on the condition that it was for emergency cram sessions only.

“You know, if parents or friends or tests or…or life, I guess gets too much and you need to study in peace. You have a place.” Were his exact words. What Danny could make out at least, he was too distracted by the way he was nervously blushing to be paying attention.

Which of course meant he completely abused his new toy and showed up at the most seemingly random times at his apartment, a few times even when Roy wasn’t home.

Like the first week after he gave it to him when Roy came home from work and found Danny sleeping in his bed next to candy wrappers like some fucked up version of Goldilocks.

“Don’t need it anymore.” Danny shrugged.

“Hold on to it.” Roy finally looked up at him, smiling at him with those beautiful dimples.

“Huh?”

Roy placed the key back in his palms ad closed his fist around the small metal object. “Keep it. The offer still stands.”

Danny went blank for a moment to process that Roy had actually given him a key to his apartment. He was so caught up in everything else these last few weeks he didn’t even realize it till now.

When the lightbulb finally did spark to life however he lunged for Roy squealing uncontrollably. “You love me!”

“I take it back.” Roy groaned and tried to swipe it from him but Danny was quicker and held the key tighter between both palms like it was some precious jewel.

“No! Mine.” He pouted which made Roy laugh a little.

“I love you, you moron.” Roy pulled him down by his collar and gave him a quick kiss. “Go play with the other crossdressers while I get pretty.”

Danny turned on his heels and walked away to the bar where Detox had disappeared to earlier. Smiling over his shoulder as he did which made Roy shake his head.

He was wearing the same pastel shirt as one of the videos they’d watched of him and a tiara that he got god knows where which made him look absolutely adorable - or like a child. Probably both.

“He did it…” Roy’s smiled dropped when Danny was out the door and slowly dread began setting in which made his mood sink as low as he did into his palms.

His mind was racing again with the guilt of being the reason Danny was dropping weighing unbearably heavy on him. He had explained to him several times he wasn’t the reason but Roy couldn’t help but feel responsible.

Like if he had just left Danny alone and never engaged with him in the first place he might still be trying to graduate.

He looked up into the mirror at his reflection, intensely glaring at the man staring back at him. Was he being selfish for wanting a relationship with Danny if this was what it took?

And was he being selfish for hoping he’d want to move back to New York with him instead of staying here with his family and persuing his own life?

“Oh God…What have I done?”

Roy - 14:03

I should be home in 30, come pick up your jeans

Danny - 14:04

Or you can keep them and I’ll never wear pants again 😉😉😉

Roy looked down smiling at his phone waving his last student walking out the door goodbye after the final bell for the day rang.

Danny did end up spending the night, and getting his drink, as a reward for getting his GED and now being free from any school related duties.

But somewhere in the heat of the moment Danny’s jeans went flying god knows where and in the frenzy of it all the zipper’s button snapped off. So being the gentleman he is Roy fixed it up for him after sending him home with one of his sweatpants.

Roy - 14:04

I wouldn’t be mad at it

He was surprised Danny even had any clothes left to wear at this point. He had an annoying habit of leaving everything around Roy’s apartment as he went along, like he was leaving a trail of discarded flannels and hoodies in case he got lost and needed to find his way back.

Roy dropped his phone onto his desk after turning it on vibrate to try and finish the last few papers he had left as quickly as possible so he could get home before Danny.

While reading Matt, one of Danny’s friends’, piss poor report on his analysis of Macbeth he got so discouraged by his insane ignorance he dropped his head into his palms and completely missed the fact that someone had entered the empty classroom.

Danny saw Roy was too lost in his work lazily chewing on his pen so instead of announcing his arrival he tip toed to the front of his desk.

He couldn’t help the bright smile and pink tint forming on his cheeks as he watched his boyfriend’s concentrated reading. He leaned forward ever so slightly closer and rested his hands on each side of Roy’s work.

“Mr. Haylock?”

Just as planned when Roy lifted his head to answer whoever called him his lips hit Danny’s strategically hovering over him.

“Hi.” Danny smiled when Roy jumped back from their kiss.

“What are you?” Roy nervously laughed quickly jumping up to close the class’s door. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to empty out my locker and figured maybe you could give me a ride home?”

“It’s real then.” Roy thought out loud, crossing his arms and looking down at the floor. This was real. Danny was officially a high school drop out.

“Yeah, it…it is.” Danny’s eyes started stinging.

As if he registered the fall in emotions the moment it happened Roy stepped closer, embracing him warmly.

“Hey, no crying anymore. I’m so, so proud of you. You’re so brave for doing this and you know I’m here behind you every step of the way.”

“It’s over.” Was all Danny seemed to be able to muster.

Truth be told the reality of what he had done finally hit him too. The reality of everything actually did.

He was a drop out, Roy’s 3 months as the substitute was soon over…everything was ending. It felt so surreal yet so freeing, so liberating.

In another month Roy would no longer be a teacher, at all, and they would be…normal.

In the course of the 2 months he had gone from feeling helpless and afraid of the future to actually being optimistic about what was to come, all because of Roy.

Because of all the lessons he had taught him not just the literal ones in these now empty desks but the kind he’d cherish forever.

He had taught him to never doubt himself, never listen to that voice inside yourself telling you your not good enough even if those voices were coming as snide remarks from others.

He had also learned never to take Raja, or Sutan he finally discovered, too seriously but that was another matter.

And he had learned that those who love you, truly wholeheartedly love you, will stick by you through everything regardless of their approval of your plans.

Unlike Jay who wrote him off after telling him he’s dropping out. Roy, his mom, Aaron and the rest of his friends as well as his new drag sisters were all there for him and supported him through every hard weekend of relentless cramming for his tests.

Still, a fucking whirlwind of a chapter of his life was coming to an end and it had crept up on him far sooner than anticipated.

As everything was tumbling around in his mind his emotions got the better of him and he found himself weeping uncontrollably into the collar of the arm so protectively around him.

Instead of letting up Roy kept his hold as secure as ever on him, whispering sweet words of praise and encouragement into his ear.

“I don’t want you to leave.” Roy whispered having finally built up the courage to say the words after weeks of heart ache.

“School?”

“Me.”

“Never.” Danny’s fingers clung tighter into the shirt he was holding onto. Crinkling the fabric in his balled up fists.

How could Roy ever say that? Ever think he’d leave him like that after everything they’d been through?

“I never want to leave you. Ever, ever, ever.” He kept repeating with his tears now flowing heavier than before till his collar was completed drenched. He buried his face into Roy’s neck and brought his hand up to the back of his head. “I can’t ever leave you. I love you too much it would k…ki..”

When the lump in his throat from sobbing got the better of him he was unable to even finish his sentence, instead he lifted his head to kiss Roy as passionately as he could. His difficult, strained breathing and the tears from his face dampening Roy’s cheek didn’t stop deter either though.

“How much time do you have before going home?” Roy finally broke up their kiss, taking a second to wipe away the tears from Danny’s cheeks with his sleeve.

“I got some time.” Danny answered through his sniffling. “Why you want a final go in the supply closet?”

“You whore.” Roy laughed which made Danny laugh weakly a little too. “No. Because I thought while you’re over at my place picking up your shit you can stay for lunch maybe. I um…I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Sure. I’d like that.” Danny smiled. “Can I just do one last thing?”

“What?”

Danny kissed him softly again and took his hand, leading him to the door of the supply closet. “It’s not what you think. Do you have a key or something sharp?”

“Something…no.” Roy nervously laughed. “Danny, you’re asking for trouble here.”

“I’m not. And this is our spot, isn’t it?”

“That’s sadder than I think you realize.”

“Whatever.” Danny rolled his eyes and held his palm out with a raised brow waiting for Roy to give him his key.

“I am going to miss this closet though.” Roy sighed. Fucked up as it was it was their spot, they had always found themselves behind that very door many an afternoon even during Danny’s busy studying schedule.

“Sames. D…plus…R” Danny began carving their initials into the wood at the bottom of the door as Roy watched waiting for that little tongue to poke out any moment.

“Forever.” Roy added making Danny blush.

“Forever.” He added and incased their message in a heart. Very cliche, very cheesy, but very worth it.

“Now what?” Roy took a deep inhale as Danny stood back up next to him.

As they made their way through the deserted corridors the younger took the time to reminisce.

Pointing at seemingly unimportant random spots and locations. For example, the girl’s bathroom where he smoked weed with chola’s so their boyfriends wouldn’t beat him up. The class where he had world politics sophomore year and blew a guy for the first time. The locker he had freshman year that still had he dent in it.

When they approached his current locker, now completely empty and looking somberly abandoned they both stopped to mourn having to leave behind the spot they met.

The same spot where Danny had sat kicking his boots many afternoons, sometimes even for an hour after the final bell rang, contemplating what he was doing with his life.

Unimportant and mundane to the average person but unbelievably sentimental to both since the day Roy caught him mid day dream and asked for directions to the principal’s office.

Too lost staring at this significant spot where they first laid eyes on each other their bodies worked on their own and reached for the other. Their fingers grazing over each other for a split second searching for some comfort as the silently said goodbye to it.

Roy never imagined in a million years that the first day he’d walk into the small Californian town he’d meet someone who’d become such a big part of his life.

Someone who would break down the 10ft iron walls he had surrounded himself with so easily. Someone who made him feel so safe that he doubted he’d ever need them again.

Despite the rocky start to their relationship and the fact that Danny seemed so fragile at times Roy never regretted any second of it, he wanted to be the one who picked up any broken pieces of him.

Or any discarded candy wrappers and clothing on the bed or couch which was a much more regular occurrence.

With a final deep sigh Danny picked up the box of his belongings and with Roy’s hand on his back very similar to the first night in the bar that Roy had saved him they walked out the school’s big metal doors into the parking lot together for the last time.

“I can totally see why they call her the shady elephant! How she even manages to teach anything when she’s probably spending all day thinking about sandwiches is a miracle.” Roy laughed into the the phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he poured himself some wine.

Darriene Lake, the real full time english teacher at the school had decided to return 2 weeks early claiming that although motherhood was fun, she was over it.

Roy didn’t mind one bit though. He had had it with trying to teach idiot stoners, jocks and everything in between the difference between they’re, there and their.

As soon as his meeting ended with the principal and Darienne, which lasted 2 fucking hours after school, he stopped by a thrift store that had a System Of A Down shirt in the window to buy it for Danny as a surprise.

He then rushed home and called Sutan and Shane to celebrate his new freedom as well as the official beginning of his life as a full time costumier.

“Alright, alright, pussyface.” Shane laughed over the speaker on the other end. “Sutan is picking me up in 5 minutes so we’ll probably be there in like 15 hold off on the shade till then.”

“Fine, but bring wine, I’m officially out.” He laughed tipping the bottle on its head letting the single drop of red wine fall on the floor.

“Aye aye. Love you.”

“Love you.” Roy clicked the little red icon on his phone and hung up.

He began scrolling through his recent history looking for Danny’s number to fill him in on the good news and maybe invite him too when the doorbell rang.

‘Maybe Shane misunderstood?’ Roy tried debating in his head over who it could be.

He expected one of his loud mouth hippy neighbors or Sutan or even Raven for that matter to open the door but instead he was met with a far more disastrous face.

“Hi.” Danny whispered from behind the hand hovering in front of his mouth. His eyes puffy and a deep shade of red presumably from crying for a couple of hours.

“Baby.” Roy quickly pulled him into the apartment the minute tears began pouring and embraced him as securely as possible. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

As Roy tried his best to calm the body shivering and shaking between his arms Danny struggled to find the words he needed.

“Roy…” He breathed out between sniffles. “Roy, I’m…”

“What’s wrong?” Roy took his face in his hands. “Talk to me.”

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered shaking his head. Somehow by the grace of whoever or whatever deity he managed to get his emotions under control as he took the wrists of the hands holding on to him. “I just talked to um, my mom…and Chris and, yeah.”

Roy could feel his heart drop between them and shatter into a million tiny pieces - this couldn’t be good.

As soon as his fragile heart hit the cold hard floor the first bricks of the wall he previously had demolished began reassembling themselves piece by piece.

“About what?” His demeanor changed, probably not too noticeable but he felt it. The way his cold side was bubbling up to the surface as a shield in case the answer was too painful.

“Can we uh, can we sit? Outside maybe?” Danny tilted his head back. Once Roy nodded and let go of his face the pair made their way to their usual seats out on the balcony.

Danny took out a cigarette from the small carton in his oversized coat pocket and with trembling hands he tried lighting it till Roy took the lighter and did it for him.

“Thanks.” He smiled blowing out the first puff of smoke.

“So?” Okay now it was noticeable, shit.

Danny had to take another deep inhale of thick nicotine laced smoke to shield himself from the harsher side of Roy coming out already.

“We, we talked about it for a while and since I no longer have school or anything interfering, okay wait. Let me start from the beginning. Chris and I have always had this very like Romy and Michelle plan after graduation.”

As he was speaking he picked up on Roy subtly leaning further and further back into his chair, distancing himself from Danny’s words.

“I’m moving to Texas, with Chris. My mom already planned everything out for me.” He blurted out the bad news as fast as he could scared if he didn’t he would make it.

Roy slowly nodded, his face and body language remaining completely neutral to hide the chaos raging inside him.

He was leaving, to Texas. A whole 27 hours’ drive away from New York and away from him. He wasn’t sure if he should fight or flee, and how could he fight? It wasn’t like Danny would ever choose living in a shoebox apartment in a strange, scary big city with him rather than be with his best friend.

“Roy?” Danny’s voice cracked again after breaking the awkward silence. “Say something.”

“Is this goodbye?”

“No, no it doesn’t have to…”

“Then why does it feel like it.” He snapped cutting his defense short, scowling under hazy eyes.

Nothing could’ve prepared Danny for this, he knew this wouldn’t go down well but he was so thrown back by just how earth shattering Roy’s callousness was that he didn’t even know how to respond.

Maybe this was goodbye after all.

“Wh-when?” Roy quickly wiped his eyes to hide the fact that they were tearing up.

“Um, Saturday.”

“Okay.” Roy sighed deeply unsure of what to say or how to react.

“Roy I…I tried fighting it I promise I did! But my mom wouldn’t listen she said that was the plan before I fucked it up with dropping out and I’m not allowed to bail again or some shit and, and, and I’m so fucking sorry.” The more he tried explaining why this was happening the more his voice disappeared into the background noises of cars passing.

“Okay.” Roy nodded again looking down at his lap brushing away the teardrop that sunk into his pants.

Danny knew what his standoffish behavior was masking. He had seen how sensitive Roy could be behind closed doors and how quickly he could shut down to avoid pain. But he couldn’t stay, having to tell Roy was bad enough but having to see his reaction was just unbearable.

Before Roy could react Danny had lifted himself off the chair. He leaned down cupping Roy’s cheeks to say goodbye one last time.

“I have to go.” He mouthed against his lips when Roy’s hands came up to hold onto his.

Slowly Roy watched him straighten up and pull his hands out of his grip, his pale long fingers slipping through his. He was a english teacher for christ sake and knew this was probably some deep metaphor type shit but fuck that.

Fuck everything.

He couldn’t focus or care about anything right now except the intense shooting pain through his chest. As if Danny had grabbed his heart through his chest during their kiss and was now going to leave with it forever.

His fight instincts finally taking over he ran after him just before he got to the door. He grabbed onto him from the back with all his might and began crying against his shoulders.

Crying like he never has before or even knew he was capable of. But that’s what Danny did, he brought out every aspect of Roy he didn’t even know he possessed.

He made him whole and the hopeless, soul crushing feeling of losing him was something he had experienced one too many times in the recent past and it had finally pushed him over the edge.

“Don’t go, please don’t go.” He screamed into his shoulders as tears began staining the thin fabric of his shirt.

Danny didn’t respond.

Instead he just stood there with his hands on the arms around his waist and wept. He was caught between the worlds most stubborn rock and a hard place.

His mother being the rock. He loved her too much to ever go against anything she said and she was far too stubborn to ever change her mind about him going off on his own.

He was too exhausted to react to anything or feel anything anymore, he had spent the last 4 hours trying to explain to his mom he needed some time to just be himself and do what he want before deciding anything but she kept telling him that was no longer an option.

On the other hand listening to her meant leaving Roy behind. And leaving behind the man he loved more than anything in the whole world, the whole galaxy, was even more painful.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to think anymore.

While he was shutting down Roy had dropped to his knees a complete mess of a man behind him still clinging onto his waist, pulling on any fabric his hands could reach to keep him from going. “Danny…Don’t leave, please.”

“I have to.” Danny whispered without turning around to look at him. He couldn’t. Seeing Roy that disheveled and brought to his lowest of lows was too excruciating.

When the door closed behind Danny Roy’s arms fell limply to his sides and he was left simple staring at the door as tears continued streaming down his cheeks. Still on his knees and completely paralyzed.

Every bone, every muscle, every fibre of his being felt numb. He felt numb. Everything felt cold and distant, like he was in a trance and there was now way out. No light at the end of the tunnel anymore.

“Howdy how…” Shane greeted when he and Raja arrived at his apartment a few minutes later but when they spotted the empty shell that Roy once was still as Danny had left him they quickly dropped everything and surrounded him.

“What’s wrong!?” Sutan took his jaw in both of his tan tattooed hands and looked straight into Roy’s dead brown eyes.

“He left…”

Saying those words felt to surreal, but hearing them sent Roy even further down his new found bottomless pit.

He fell back away from Sutan’s grip onto the hardwood floor covering his face with his hands bursting into uncontainable crying.

Sutan and Shane looked up at each other knowing exactly what he meant without needing any context. Shane took his head and lifted it into his lap like a mother soothing her child running his fingers across his temples.

Sutan on the other hand called Raven and asked him to stay home till they had sorted everything out before he joined them on the floor again.

Trying his best to coach Roy’s breathing as he heaved in Shane’s lap with his hands now on his chest clutching Sutan’s gasping for air between his wails.

“He…le-left…he’s gone…”

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forestwater87 · 7 years

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Rate all the cc ships u can think of from favorite to least favorite

OH BOY okay so there’s … a lot. I might not hit them all so gimme any I seem to have missed if you care about my blatherings. :)

But okay, in order of fave to least (and I went with literally every one I can think of. There are a lot, so many we gotta put this shit under a cut):

Gwen/David: Okay, yeah. Obviously. These are my babies.

(They are incapable of being the grown-up at the same time and I am LIVING.)

I’m a huge sucker for any time a big tough girl and a sweet femme boy date because GAH cute, but I also feel like there’s so much fun to be had with these losers. Her obvious anxiety issues match so well with David’s own, and they have such different ways of handling it that there’s a lot of opportunities to bounce off each other and grow together. Besides, she’s levelheaded and seems to keep him more or less on-target, and while she hates this job she cares about him and wants him to be okay, and it just makes my heart melt when an apathetic character has an exception especially when that exception is a sunshine boy and ahhhhh the cute

It’s basically opposites attract, but with some weird connective tissue in the form of their few similarities.

Jasper/David/Gwen: This isn’t … this isn’t a thing, guys. It’s just some bullshit @hopefullypessimistic84 and I made up because I ship her Jaspid and she ships my Gwenvid and so we smushed them together like Barbie dolls and made them kiss.

Doesn’t mean I love it any less, though. These three are cuties and I am a fan.

Jasper/David: They’re fucking soulmates.

Besides, any relationship in which David is the bad boy is automatically too hilarious and sweet not to love. We don’t know a ton about Jasper — and therefore about their relationship — but I could not be more here for it.

Obviously this is either as kids before he died, or as adults in a world where Jasper lives and grew up to be a sweet 90s dood a la HopefullyPessimistic and @sinisterspooks‘ AU; I’m not about that ghost-child-fucking.

Max/Neil/Nikki: I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know why it happened.

I just know I would die for this ship.

(Also I’ve named it Makkiel and this is badass.)

Nerris/Preston/Harrison: I’m pretty sure this one is entirely the fault of @sakisketches? I’m not actually confident these three share any screentime on the actual show, but I love everything Saki’s made for them and now I couldn’t be more here for it.

(Genuinely couldn’t find anything with just them, sorry!)

It’s the kinda ship that makes more sense the more you think about it. They’re the ones with the weird, esoteric, “useless” interests, the kind of things that’ve made them no stranger to bullying. They’re all very competitive, passionate, dramatic … I’d imagine their relationship would be one filled with a lot of clashing, but it’d also be big and bright and beautiful.

Nurf/Petrol: This is another ship that isn’t actually a thing, but @directium made me believe. Damn you for making me love Perf. They’re such big strong boys and they deserve better than their shitty camps.

Besides, tell me Nurf wouldn’t be able to understand whatever reason Petrol has for not talking and would be sensitive and able to communicate perfectly regardless. Just try and tell me that wouldn’t happen.

Nerris/Harrison: Honestly, this dropped a little lower on this list while I was writing it, because … Nerris is kinda a bitch.

Don’t get me wrong — Harrison’s a prick too, especially to poor Max. But this kid gets bullied and insulted by basically everyone at camp, and you’d kinda expect these two to stick together because … well, they’re the biggest losers by far (excepting Preston).

That being said, I could see them growing out of their rivalry into a sort of grudging admiration and continuing on from there. Plus tell me these two wouldn’t just be gorgeous when they grow up, in terms of fashion. They’d be the power couple of the century.

(Okay but I cannot let this slide: in what universe is Nerris the true magic kid? Harrison can do literal magic! How did he not win this argument the second he actually set something on fire with the power of his mind?!)

Nikki/Sasha: Another couple where one of them needs to become so much less of a bitch for this to work. But … I mean:

(legit the only picture I could find that they were both in, pfft)

The only thing I’m almost as much of a sucker for than the tough girl/femme boy pairing is the tomboy/girly girl pairing. And if Nikki could corrupt Sasha to the fun of being wild and … like, not just the goddamn worst, it could be adorable.

Gwen/Bonquisha: Okay but. How fucking cute would this be?

Look at that face! Look how starstruck she is! She’d be like a Chihuahua dating a Mastiff; Gwen would go around starting fights and Bonquisha would have to pull her out of them and/or escalate things. They’d be the instigators of so much drama and would watch trash TV and giggle and it’d be sweet as fuck.

And they’d make David’s life miserable in the best possible way.

David/Bonquisha: So that tough girl/soft boy thing I was talking about earlier?

Multiply that by like 200.

The major reason this one isn’t up there with Gwenvid is that there’s not that much to Bonquisha, and while she’s absolutely the queen of my heart, she isn’t as well-developed a character. Also I think David would spend most of their relationship being terrified of her, because she’s scary and he’s very squishy and delicate.

Nikki/Neil: This one’s the fault of @ciphernetics, who dedicated about 2 seconds to it in one of her fics and now I’m in love with it forever.

I could totally see Neil being captivated by Nikki’s energy and vibrancy, and she’d have so much fun dragging him along on her adventures. And of course there’s the fact that Neil’s so cautious and levelheaded that he’d keep her from going off the deep end and getting herself killed; they’re kinda like Gwenvid in that way, I guess? Boundless enthusiasm meets snarky cynicism and makes Forestwater cry.

Max/Neil: Despite the fact that there’s an author on Ao3 that basically ruined this ship for me forever, it’s hard to deny these two are either bromates or soulmates.

They get each other. They’re both highly intelligent, oddly protective of their friends, so married to their ideals that it leads to them being massive douchebags to said friends, and just so very sarcastic.

Harrison/Nikki: He’s got a massive crush, right?

And Nikki loves how he can basically (accidentally) summon adventure. Together they’d be unstoppable! Seriously, I’m not sure there’s two people here with such mutual admiration for each other and that’s really sweet.

Good kids, equally morally questionable, and Nikki could protect him while he summons fireballs to entertain her. It’d be precious.

Max/Nerris: Blame HopefullyPessimistic for this one again. She believes in it hard and where she goes, I must follow.

The fact that these two are kinda abrasive and harsh makes them interesting. It’d be fun to watch them trade barbs — as opposed to the kicking-a-bunny thing Nerris does with Harrison and Max does with Space Kid and David (and Gwen, kinda). They’re well-matched in terms of intelligence and ability to throw shade.

Ered/Nikki: Okay, yes, Ered is manipulative and mean and Nikki’s blind adoration of her is very unhealthy. BUT:

They’d be the most badass couple ever. They’d go on insane adventures all the time, and since Nikki seems incapable of being hurt and Ered’s injured all the time, we’d get adorable things like Nikki carrying Ered’s wheelchair up a mountain and doting over her every time she gets hurt.

They’d be the beautiful butches we need, and I could see Nikki’s bravery and loyalty really breaking through Ered’s seemingly cold (cool? Ahahaha I think I’m clever) heart until she’d actually stand up for Nikki instead of just using her.

Max/Nikki: Not really my ship (not without Neil to balance them out), but these two are adventurous in a way that Neil isn’t. They have an energy and creativity that means they’d keep up with each other long after anyone else would’ve passed out from exhaustion and pure “guys just fucking stop.” I can see why people like it, even if it’s not my thing.

(But seriously, why not add a Neil? Both of these kids would benefit from a nice, rational Neil.)

Quartermaster/Quartersister: I recognize that this should be at the very bottom of the list, and possibly not even on it for pure oh dear god no. But …

I’m sorry, they’re just too fucking funny. It’s sick and gross and wrong and terrible and god help me I love it so much. You get down with your nasty self, QM. And you murder-bang as many grizzled nasty sisters as you want. I won’t judge (much).

Neil/Nerris: I don’t … really see this?

I do think they could get along; they’re definitely the most aligned in terms of interests, and Neil’s so spindly that even Nerris seems badass in comparison. Besides, Nerris doesn’t seem like the type to have patience for a guy unless he’s falling down appreciating her awesomeness, so in a weird way they’re kinda suited for each other. (And she’d totally get him into nerd culture and they’d rock DnD together.)

Plus, he called her “the Cute.” More than once. That’s might sweet.

Max/Preston: Nope, I don’t get this one.

I have nothing against it, they just seem to … hate each other? And yes, I realize “they hate each other” was the basis for more than one of the ships much higher up on this list, but … okay, I never said this was going to be a rational and well-thought-out ranking. I’m just vomiting thoughts on a page here, and for some reason these two don’t really work for me.

I think part of it is that Preston seems very anxious and high-strung, and Max is laid-back, but in the kind of way where he’d get a total kick out of fucking with Preston at every opportunity. Which is funny, but it doesn’t strike me as sustainable. Max needs to learn how to chill or Preston needs to learn how to chill. At this point in the show neither of them have any chill and I feel like it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

Neil/Tabii: Let me just start by saying that I love Tabii to pieces. She is adorable and precious and everything I need.

Unfortunately, if Neil’s into girls Tabii is very much not his type, and I don’t see a way for this to work out unless Tabii … completely gets an overhaul of her personality? I love this for being sweet and funny and relatable (I can’t have been the only one who had a devastating crush on a boy in his “girls have cooties” phase, am I?), but I don’t see it ever actually happening, you know?

Ered/Dolph: This is a thing? Really?

I don’t have anything against it, I just don’t see what’s there. Dolph having some sort of hero-worship for her is plausible (and admittedly quite adorable), but I’m not sure what they have in common. This could be a case of tough girl/sweet boy, I guess, considering how soft and artistic Dolph seems to be, but I’d need to see them interact more to really have an opinion on it.

Campbell/David: Well, aside from the fact that Ciphernetics with her amazing talent makes me want to believe, I have to file this one under “holy fuck is that unhealthy.”

Because he’s just … the relationship would be absurdly one-sided, the weird age difference notwithstanding, and David’s feelings, assuming they aren’t pure “daddy issues” and extend to … ahem, “daddy issues,” are super confused and fucked-up and vaguely incestuous? (Yes, okay, I realize that this is super hypocritical considering the QM/QS thing, but … what can I say, Quartermaster is an exception to literally every rule.)

Besides, I can’t help but feel that any relationship they’d have would be manipulative and neglectful on Campbell’s part, and Davey doesn’t deserve that. He deserves someone who looks out for him, and Campbell … is not that.

Also though, the age difference. Ew. And the fact that Campbell tried to kill him. Double ew.

Daniel/David: I can’t believe I’m saying this for the second time, but I do not support David being with anyone who has murdered children, or has considered murdering children. Just sort of a dealbreaker for me.

On top of that (in case we needed an “on top of that”), he breaks David down into his greatest insecurities and uses them against him, and causes David to make the saddest face I think I’ve ever seen and I actually wanted to cry a little bit, and I cannot tolerate this. Daniel has lost all of my affection and I must hate him forever for emotionally devastating my sonsband in this way.

So nope, really don’t like this ship; totally get why people like it, but it makes me squirmy in all the wrong ways. This has been very difficult for a couple reasons:

Daniel looks just like David. There is something exceedingly attractive about 2 Davids. Yes, I am garbage. Don’t judge me.

The fan art for this ship is so fucking good you guys! SO GOOD

Campbell/Gwen: Gwen deserves someone who knows her fucking name.

And who doesn’t hit her in the face.

And who isn’t wanted by the government.

Gwen deserves better, is what I’m saying.

Pikeman/Gwen: This could be cute in a Neil/Tabii sort of way, if it wasn’t for the fact that Pikeman seems really …

Really creepy. I’m not saying he strikes me as the weird cross-breed of “Nice Guy” and “date-rapey,” but he did kidnap and beat a child.

A lot of the people at the bottom of this list are not very kind to children. And have egos the size of Mount Rushmore. And have weird hair poofs.

Counselor/Camper: So this is a fairly obvious one, for fairly obvious reasons. It’s illegal and predatory and gross, and I feel like David in particular would kill himself before he’d ever hurt a child like that, so it strikes me as out of character. (This doesn’t mean I’m not a fan of any of the campers having crushes on any of the adults; that’s cute as fuck. It’s the adults returning the attraction that’s a big fat nope.)

I feel like I should devote a little extra attention to the Max/David ship, just because it’s by far the most popular and in a weird way … I get it? Don’t get me wrong, it’s at the rock-bottom of this list for a reason, but like I said, there’s something sweet about a grumpy cynic and pure sunshine getting together; if they were the same age I’d totally see these two as a plausible ship.

That being said … they’re not the same age. More than the ick factor, I just don’t think there’s much there? I’ve heard people compare Mavid to Gwenvid, and with good reason (Max and Gwen are similar in a lot of ways), but the difference is that David and Gwen can relate to each other as equals, as coworkers and people going through the same general period of life, with the same level of physical and emotional development, and an ability to support one another.

Max … cannot do that.

There’s a reason the “David adopts Max AU” is hands-down the most popular in the fandom, and it’s because Max needs someone like David. At least while he’s at camp, he needs a father, to be showered in unconditional love and affirmation. The thing is, though, Max can’t return that affection, not the way a partner needs to; he’s not emotionally capable of it. Because he’s a child.

It feels really weird to spill this much ink to say “I don’t like this ship because one of them is 10 years old and one of them’s a freaking adult,” but Max acts so mature that I think it’s easy to forget how young he really is. He’s a kid, and he needs a dad. David’s an adult, and he needs a grown-up. Even shoving the whole “hey guys it’s pedophilia” thing aside — and I realize that’s a hell of an ask, since … yeah, that’s not easy to shove aside — it’s unhealthy and one-sided. Plus it requires David to be a lot more predatory than I’m comfortable with.

Okay, I don’t wanna end this on a downer note, so let me throw a shout out to some really awesome authors who’ve made shipfics that I melt over. In literally no order:

HopefullyPessimistic, “Finding a Family” – Jaspid

Ciphernetics, “You Have Someone That Loves You” – Gwenvid, minor Camvid, minor David/OC

@microsuedemouse, “Second Degree Sunburns” – Gwenvid

funhousefreak, “Bound” – Makkiel

mrsilikemyself, “un año más” – Max/Neil, unrequited Mavid

adrianthealien, “Take the Stupid Flower” – Praxton (tbh, haven’t actually read this one yet, but it looks adorable)

phobiaDeficient (TheTriggeredHappy), “The One Where David Is In Over His Head” – Danvid, not actually Gwenvid but I squinted and saw some

HopefullyPessimistic, “Soulmates” – Marris

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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I Was Happier With You Ch.3 (Trixya)- Doll Parts

A/N: Guysss omg. I told myself when I started this fic that I would be happy if it got 5 notes, and you guys have been breaking 20 and it’s awesome. Thank you guys so much for each and every one of you reading. I have a sideblog that I’ve been reblogging fics I read to if anyone wants to follow: tracysficblg.

This chapter is all about our favorite Barbie. We’re getting close to reconciliation!

And Andi is wonderful as always. Me and my wife are basically the reason she’s gotten into the RPDR fandom so she’s fresh. We’re working our way through the show slowly but we’re getting there. She hasn’t seen season 7 yet but still beta’s the fuck out of my stuff. She’s the real MVP.

Trixie looked at her phone for the first time in a week. Ignoring reality had gone far enough and she knew if she didn’t respond to her friends they were going to bust down her door.

27 Unread Messages

8 Missed Calls

3 Voicemails

Unsurprisingly enough, most of her notifications were from Kim. None of them were from Katya. She wasn’t surprised but it still stung. She started with her missed calls and voicemails. Two voicemails were from Kim and the other from Violet. Trixie got a sinking feeling and had a good idea what Violet’s said, so she started with the first of the two from Kim.

“Trixie will you please answer the phone. I know what you’re doing and you need to stop this. You’re going to have to talk to us eventually. Stop wallowing and talk to me. Of anyone you know you can talk to me.”

Pulling her phone away from her ear she clicked the next voicemail, her heart pounding. Kim knew her inside and out, enough to know Trixie wanted her space but cared enough to tell her to get out of her head. She should listen to Kim more.

“Trixie it’s Kim again. Starting to wonder if you’re dead or not. I hope you’re doing better now that it’s been a few days. If you’re still alive I would appreciate a call back.”

When the recording ended she hit call back. While the phone rang she walked to the living room and curled up into the corner of the couch. Two rings later the phone answered, muffled noise before Kim’s voice came through the speaker. “Well if it isn’t life in plastic herself. I see your not dead in a ditch.”

Trixie rolled her eyes and huffed. “Id rather be dead in a ditch if we’re being honest. Do you want to talk about this on the phone or are you coming over?” She looked around the room and took in how messy she had let the place get into during her week of isolation. Deciding on where to start first, she stood up and moved into the kitchen to start cleaning.

“I think I’ll come over. I’m assuming you haven’t had any human contact in awhile so I will grace you with my presence.” Her and Trixie both giggled.

“Just get over here so I can tell you just how big of a fuck up I am.” There was the jingle of car keys through the speaker and a door shutting.

“Be there in about 20. See you soon.” Trixie said goodbye and set off throughout the place speed cleaning as much as she could. After a few minuets she remembered she had a message from Violet she still hadn’t listened to.

There was an angry huff at the beginning before Violets voice came through the speaker. “If you don’t fix this, Trixie Mattel, I swear I’m going to murder you. Fucking fix it.”

Katya was the reason her and Violet were friends. They had been mutual friends of other friends in their group. When her and Katya got together, Katya set them up on double dates with Violet and Pearl all the time. Getting to know the two of them on a more personal level had been great. Pearl and Trixie had been friends before all of them had paired off so she already knew her pretty well. She had enjoyed getting to know the other girl on a more personal level. Violet was a lot nicer than she let on, Trixie had figured out after a few date nights, she kept up a front to establish dominance over her life.

She hoped Violet wasn’t mad at her enough for their friendship to suffer. She really liked the other girl and didn’t want her messy breakup to effect her friendships. Problem was most of her friends were also Katya’s friends. They were bound to see each other at some point. Maybe she should talk to Katya soon and fix things.

There was a knock on her door that pulled her out of her thoughts. When she opened the door, Kim was waiting with a big pan of dirt cake in her arms. Trixie burst into laughter and pulled Kim into a hug, trying not to smush the pan between them.

“I’m so glad you love food because I need this.” She scooped the pan out of her friends arms and moved it to the kitchen.

“If you don’t answer your phone for at least half a week and I finally get invited over you best believe we’re going to be here long enough to need food.”

Trixie turned around and pulled Kim into a real hug. They stayed like that until Trixie’s shoulders started to sag and Kim could hear tiny sniffles coming from the other girl.

“I lost her Kim.” Her voice was watery and Kim knew she was crying at this point. “I lost her and it’s all my fault. Trixie’s shoulders shook and Kim pulled her closer as the other broke down in her arms.

They stood there for awhile, Kim rubbing circles into Trixie’s back. When the crying started to lessen Kim walked her over to the couch before going into the kitchen and fixing them both a plate of the cake she had brought. She heard Trixie give a small chuckle. Kim believed food could fix just about anything. Mostly the talking that happened over the food, but she wasn’t going to give her secret away.

“I’m not sure this is a problem food can fix this time.” Kim looked over her shoulder with a smirk.

“You underestimate my powers.” She licked the cake that was stuck to her spoon before bringing both of their plates back to the couch. She passed Trixie her plate and turned to face her, crossing her legs underneath her,

“Ok give me the T, cause I don’t really know whats going on to help fix it.”

Trixie shoved a huge bite of cake in her mouth, the small smile she made covered in whipped cream and cake crumbs. She loved Kim and was thankful she brought one of her favorite treats to cheer her up. Once she finished chewing and cleared her throat she began to explain exactly what had happened. Her freaking out about falling in love with Katya too soon, thinking she could play it cool by going back to friends, how Katya had reacted, and how once everything was said and done she finally realized exactly how stupid she had been.

“Is this why I can’t keep a girlfriend? I fall too fast?”

Kim sat there silent for a moment. Thinking over everything the other girl had told her. Finally she moved both of their empty plates and scooted closer to Trixie, placing her hand on her knee.

“I won’t lie, I think you handled the situation awfully. You have a problem with talking about you’re real feelings and end up dancing around them. This wasn’t the time to lie about how you feel. Judging by how you said Katya reacted, it sounds like she has the same feelings as you.”

Trixie was looking at her lap and chewing on her bottom lip. Kim gave her knee a light squeeze, getting her to look up at her.

“Also, your ex’s were kind of cunty so lets not compare them to Katya and the matter at hand.” Trixie’s nose wrinked at the statement before shrugging her shoulders and nodding in agreement.

“So I should definitely talk to Katya.”

“Duh. You need to be straight with her.”

Trixie burst into laughter, one of her screams making Kim slap her knee.

“You know what I mean! Go be lesbians with her. Just talk to her. Really talk to her, not throw your walls up and spew some shit about ‘Let’s be friends’. What were you thinking Trixie?”

Trixie’s face fell again, the joy from the innuendo gone.

“I don’t know now that I think about it. It seemed like a rational idea to begin with. I just don’t want to loose her, you know? And here I am, lost without her.” She looked around the room, not wanting to meet Kim’s eyes. “I really love her. I saw the rest of my life with her.” She turned back to Kim. “It’s fucking scary.” Kim nodded.

“It is, but what if Katya saw the rest of her life with you as well?” They sat there in silence while Trixie processed everything that had been said and the best plan of action.

“I’m gonna call her, ok?” Kim nodded and Trixie went into her bedroom and closed the door. Her finger hovered above Katya’s name. She took a deep breath and pressed call. She held her breath the first two rings, by the third though she knew Katya wasn’t going to answer. The third ring went by and the call went to voicemail. Taking a deep breath she decided to leave a message.

“Hey Katya, it’s Trixie. You probably know that already. Hey, uh, I just wanted to see if you would talk to me. I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to but I need to talk to you. Explain myself and apologize. I was a complete bitch and I don’t blame you if you never want to see me again. But please let me talk to you one last time. If you decide after that to never talk to me again it’s fine. I need to tell you-”

The phone beeped letting her know she had used up all the time to leave a message. She sighed and put her phone down on the bed and went back out to the living room. Kim was eating another plate of cake and watching youtube, trying to give Trixie privacy and not listen to the call.

“Well?”

“It went to voicemail. I’m not surprised. If I was her I wouldn’t want to talk to me either.”

“Give her some time. Do you want to go out? You’ve been in here for god knows how long. Don’t you have cabin fever?” Trixie laughed and shook her head.

“I’d rather stay in and watch trash tv and cuddle to be honest. Want to stay the night?”

So they stayed in, ordering takeout and switching between multiple reality shows before they abandoned the tv completely. They curled up in Trixie’s bed, Kim resting her head on Trixie’s leg while Trixie strummed nonsense on her guitar and Kim caught up on her beauty blogs she followed on youtube.

“Hey Kim?” Trixie stopped the strings with her hand softly and Kim rolled over to face her.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For everything. I’m glad I have you to call me out on my shit.” Kim brought her had up to frame her face under her chin.

“Of course. You know I’ll clock you in a heartbeat.” Trixie shoved her shoulder and rolled over to put her guitar on its stand next to the bed.

“Hate you.”

“Aww Trixie, you know you love me!”

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