waiter: i'm sorry, ma'am, your card has been declined

Aphrodite: run it again

waiter: i ran it three times

Aphrodite, to Ares: can you take care of it?

Ares: of course dear

Ares, grabbing the waiter by the collar and pulling him close: she said run it again

I’m you do Quinn but would you do Santana? If not you can also use this idea for Quinn:

(they’re both popular Cheerios maybe co-captains)

R and Quinn/Santana are on a date at breadsticks and some jocks from school slide next to each one and start to flirt w them.

They both smirk at each other and flirt back to get free food, then after the guys pay for their very large meals they see the karaoke stage just finished being set up and they get out the booth and tell the guys they’re gonna put on a show😏

They sing take a hint from victorious and kiss at the end.

The next day they walk the halls hand in hand as usual surprised people didn’t know about their relationship in the first place, so they used this opportunity to confirm the rumours that are being whispered around the halls as they go to their lockers and they start making out in front of their lockers while everyone is just shocked then Mercedes and Kurt come over and tell them to stop playing tonsil tennis which San/Q put their finger up like ‘hold on a minute’ and finish by pulling away saying an ‘I love you’ to each other before turning to their friends saying ‘hi’ before turning and opening their lockers which are right next to each other ✨

I'll do San for this one cuz she suits the request a bit more than Quinn does.

Santana x Reader

Ah Breadstix. Lima's to-go date spot. It was the best and quite possibly the only place with the proper dating atmosphere. It's where you find yourself right now, actually. Across from the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Santana Lopez.

It started out as a fling. You and her would go out to sleep together and experiment as you do as teens. Then it became a friends with benefits situation. At least until Santana caught feelings, to your surprise. You had harbored feelings for her as well, but you were better at hiding it. You took what you could get for as long as you could. Apparently, it was for longer than you thought.

But here you are, feeding each other breadsticks when two of McKinley's beefy meatheads slide into your booth, trapping you in.

"Hey ladies."

"What's two pretty girlies like you doing at a place like this alone?"

Santana rolls her eyes while you facepalm. Resting your head on your hand, you look at the boys.

"We're not alone? We're here... Together." You point between you and Santana. This was always the double edge sword, being on a sapphic date. You could pretend to be just a couple of friends hanging out. But people also don't believe it when you're out together.

These guys just didn't have a clue.

"Nah. You're alone cuz you ain't got guys like us with ya." He flexes, almost knocking over your drink. "C'mon. We'll show you a good time."

When your gaze turns to Santana, a wicked grin is on her face. It takes a second, but you catch onto what she's thinking. It's time to play these boys. Suddenly, you're ordering steaks and salmon. Breadsticks and assorted sides pile onto the table and the boys are none the wiser as you keep flirting. When the bill arrives, both boys wince, but pay regardless. It was going to be worth it, right?

Now for the escape plan.

"Hey, how 'bout we sing something for you boys?" You mention. The Latina picks up the baton you passed.

"Yeah. Breadstix has a stage. And we're the best singers in school." You disagree, but you don't voice that. Santana gets in enough of a pissing match with Rachel and Mercedes as is.

The boys readily agree to be serenaded and let you slip out of the booth. After talking to the karaoke machine operator, you set up and the music begins.

Why am I always hit on

By the guys I never like?

I can always see 'em coming

From the left and from the right.

Everyone in the restaurant is rocking out along with the song. Even the jocks, not having a clue about the meaning of the song. It takes two thirds of the song for it to sink in and for them to realize that they weren't taking you two home.

At the end of the song, you're back on stage and belting out the last note. As soon as you stop, applause erupts from the other patrons and you and Santana share a kiss before racing out of the restaurant.

-----+++++-----

The next day, whispers in the school hall can be heard echoing. It seems to travel alongside you and Santana as you make your way to your lockers, hands locked together and swinging between your bodies.

"Wait, are they a thing?"

"I mean... That's hot."

"You owe me $20."

The whispers start to get annoying so Santana pushes you into the lockers and latches into your lips, trapping you in bliss. The whispers stop as your schoolmates stare. It goes on for long enough that they start to feel awkward and walk away.

To you and Santana though? You were in your own world. The space between you two was non-existent. The Latina had a knee dangerously close to where you desperately wanted it. Your hands held her head in place as your tongues swept over each other. Her hands kept your hips still as she presses closer. Then, like a knife, a familiar voice cuts through.

"Oh God. Please stop playing tonsil tennis." Kurt gripes from behind Santana. "We don't need to see that here." Mercedes chimes in next to him.

"Lord knows we see it enough during Glee Club..."

Santana just raises a hand, her index finger pointed up to tell them to 'hold on a damn minute.' A sigh escapes from both of them as they wait, Kurt tapping his foot with impatience.

When you finally part, you feel teeth pull at your lower lip and you let out a soft whimper. She presses her forehead against yours as you collect yourselves. Finally you don't have to hide it anymore.

"I love you."

"Love you too..."

With a deep breath, you two finally separate and greet your friends as if you weren't just macking on each other right in front of them. Just another normal to get used to.

First off, I’m sorry people are being asshats about Dylan’s sexuality! You deserve better and I’m sorry they are being mean! You’re wonderful with everything you write!!

Second, YOURE DOING GENSHIN CUZ I LOOOOVE THAT! Could I request boyfriend headcanons for kaeya and tartaglia (childe) as well! I really liked the Diluc headcanons you made I would love to see what you write for keaya and Childe! If not that’s totally fine! Also feel free to add a little spice 🌶 if you wanna!!

KAEYA & CHILDE BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

- how they are as significant others (kaeya and childe separately x gn!reader, ⚠️ the last headcanon for each gets 16+, requests are open!!)

a/n - sbsj thank you 🫶 people are gross sometimes but that’s okay. n e ways i hope you enjoy these headcanons <3

KAEYA

- when Kaeya kisses you, all you can taste is a twist of alcohol and a hint of something fruity

- he loves showing you off, slinging his arm around your shoulder and making sure every person within a 10 mile radius knows you’re his one and only significant other

- he makes it his goal to fluster you. You could be the most stoic person in existence and he would still find a way to make you blush. It’s basically his thing at this point

- he may have a flirty personality, but as soon as he starts to like you he will stop being suggestive with other people. He won’t change his whole personality of course, but deep down he wants you to be absolutely secure in this relationship

- he enjoys fancy dates and will take you to the swankiest restaurant in Mondstadt, which ends up being his brother’s bar. Don’t fret, though, he always asks for a secluded table with “the pretty tablecloth I know that bastard keeps behind the counter”

- his love language is words of affirmation, and he always takes time out of his day to let you know how much he adores you. It may be through subtle teasing or lengthy letters or even hiring a bard to sing a love tale about you

CHILDE

- childe smells like seawater and boozey cologne, which you get a wonderful whiff of whenever he hugs you

- he often just flops on top of you when he’s tired. He’s a big boy though, meaning he always knocks the wind out of you. Sometimes it’s endearing, but sometimes you’re tired and getting squished is the last thing you could ever want

- he’s such a menace- he literally bites you. Often.

- he likes to collect art and photos of you; he buys elegant portraits to keep in special places along with off-guard kamera pics and pocket-sized sketches to carry with him during his journeys. He’s always very careful with these pieces, never allowing them to rip or fall into the wrong hands

- his love languages are acts of service and giving gifts, so he’s always cooking your favorite meals, buying a few extra boxes of that expensive Sumerian tea you like, and even giving the guy who stared you down in the street a “stern talking-to”

- he enjoys taking you out on carriage rides around Liyue. He’ll just stare at you the whole time too. He likes the view, but he loves you even more

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

hq!! boys packing your lunch

- characters: ushijima, iwaizumi, tsukishima, osamu, hinata

- warnings: none, v domesticy

- wc: 254, 254, 170, 238, 171

a/n: need someone to make me food ;w;

USHIJIMA

#! hc that he does know how to cook

#! he’s not a chef, but he can say he knows how to cook

#! also very healthy

#! not overbearingly healthy, he eats snacks sometimes and doesn’t ever stop you from eating yours

#! he wanted to let you sleep in for a bit later today so he took it upon himself to make lunch

#! so he got the ingredients out, put on an apron, and got to cooking

#! he started the rice cooker first so it can cook while he works on other stuff, then he took a pan out to sauté some veggies and proteins to go with your rice, and finally he made a simple soup so you both had something to wash down the food with

#! while packing it for you, he made sure to throw in some of your favorite snacks so you can munch on them throughout the day

#! also put in a small container of some fruits that was still in the fridge waiting to be eaten

#! his note (ink a bit smudged from his left hand and messy handwriting. it was weirdly tucked in your lunch bag, the edges were a bit folded in because he sandwiched it in between the walls of your bag and the container): you should sleep in more so i can cook more. today i give you 3 fruit snacks. tomorrow, who knows? eat. - toshi

#! bonus points for making you giggle with the note

IWAIZUMI

#! he definitely knows his food pyramid

#! always making sure you’re eating enough and getting a sufficient amount of nutrients, vitamins, aminos, the good stuff

#! he never limits you on snacks though, but if he does notice that that’s all you’ve been living off of then ok, he might step in

#! likes to cook pastas

#! you can make a lot of different things with pastas, there’s so many variations and types and it’s all around yum

#! sometimes he prepares the food the night before to save on time the next morning, plus you’ll end up having to microwave the food anyway so no point in cooking it the morning of

#! packs you delicious flavorful pasta, some extra protein of your choice to go with it, sometimes a light salad in the smallest section of the container — unless you really like it then he’ll give you a separate container of salad —, a granola bar, and whatever you quickly throw in before you leave

#! he eats practically the same but his portions are a bit bigger since he trains and weight lifts so it makes sense for him to eat more

#! his note (looks rushed but his handwriting is just jumbled like that. writes on cute little note pads, there are hearts. he gently sticks it on the side of your container): hi :) i hope work isn’t kicking your butt today, but eat well and get your energy back, baby. see you at home - hajime

TSUKISHIMA

#! pre-made frozen food 🥶

#! jk..

#! he loves you, but he’s probably just going to pack some leftovers in the fridge

#! but if he had to cook because the fridge was simply empty, then maybe a sandwich

#! he eats a sandwich for lunch, so why can’t you

#! buuuttt since he loves you, then maybe the sandwich isn’t plain and he uses good bread and puts in good fillings

#! don’t worry, he toasts the bread even though it’ll probably be soft by lunch time but it’s the action that counts

#! throws in a snack or two i guess

#! also tucks in a few bucks so you can buy something if you’re still hungry (you are)

#! his note (placed right on top of everything. first thing you see when you open your bag. ugly chicken scratch): i took the end piece for you, never think i don’t love you ever again. - k (small doodle next to his name. it’s something new every time)

OSAMU

#! free food for life at his restaurant

#! if your work is near his restaurant, then you both don’t really bother with packing lunch since you can just walk over and eat something

#! but if you work a bit far away, then he makes sure to pack you fresh onigiris handmade by the one and only (him)

#! kind of gives you a little too much because he has no limit and you bring home two uneaten onigiris

#! he gets sad (like this -> 😞, shoulders fallen, dramatic) thinking you didn’t like it so you have to reassure him you did but he just gave you too much

#! straightens up and gobbles it down himself

#! besides onigiris, he likes to make you your favorite dish, whether it’s a foreign dish or a traditional japanese meal, he can do it all

#! he knows you like the convenience store near your work so he pops in some money so you can buy snacks from there

#! plus a complimentary mint

#! restaurant courtesy, he says

#! his note (he writes with his paper at an angle so it looks like italics. he likes to fold it as small as possible and throws it in there for you to find. always starts with YOU FOUND IT): YOU FOUND IT, hope you like today’s lunch, babe ;) made something new today ~ ever tried onigiris? - your osa :3333

HINATA

#! you guys haven’t had time to go grocery shopping to restock on food

#! so all you had in your house was a few things to make something but that something isn’t enough to be something

#! hinata made you a sandwich.

#! and not the fancy kind like tsukishima, no, he makes you the most wonder bread, driest, bread-meat-cheese sandwich ever

#! no condiments, nothing to help the dryness and lack of flavor

#! your side dish is just some extra slices of bread <33

#! he slides a 20 in there as an apology and an extra 10 cuz he loves you

#! his note (never grew out of the kindergarten handwriting. colored pensss. doodles everywhere. basic yellow sticky notes, but the colored pens make up for it. slapped onto your sandwich in a bag): heyyy cutie ;) y’know i’m starting to see why men didn’t want to make sandwiches j kiddinngg i tried :( if you’re still hungry though there’s some money in there <33 - i can shoyo the world ~~

Room 107 // chapter I // JJ Maybank (smut)

I have started my first JJ story, which will consist of several chapters that I will constantly be updating. The story picks up where season 2 leaves us. TW: Contains mentions of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, sex and violence. 

Chapter 1 can be found below.  Oh, and - please feel free to submit requests, I tend to write a lot ;) 

Enjoy xx

Chapter 1 - La Guardiana

Days had passed since the Pogues had last seen civilisation, maybe even weeks. The sun was hotter than ever, with close to no wind to mask the warmth. JJ was taking this particularly badly. 

“I’m so done with eating bananas, man,” he moaned, kicking a pebble as he trotted a little behind the rest of his friends, “Can’t we just stumble across an oasis or something and end up in, like, an actual city?”

As if on command, his friends stopped in their tracks, the girls awing and the guys smiling happily. 

“We just might, JJ,” said John B, looking at the city unfolding itself in front of them in the distance, “We just might.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m actually starving,” laughed Sarah, nudging John B’s arm, “Don’t tease!” “Hey, so am I,” he cooed, “First joint we find, we’re going in for food.” Kiara rolled her eyes, “As much as I would love to accept that offer, let me remind you that we have no money.” Sarah nodded, “Mhm, nothing at all.” “Nada,” John B looked at the two girls sternly, “And when has that ever stopped us exactly?” Kiara rolled her eyes once again, smirking at her friend, “Alright, I suppose a good meal would give me the energy I’d need to run a marathon after getting caught not paying.”

The group continued walking down a not too busy street, studying the buildings, looking for a restaurant, cafe, diner - anything, really. They hadn’t had a proper meal in God knows how long and they were famished. They couldn’t help but notice how all the buildings on the street were of the same height - no more than four storeys each, all painted in different colours. If they hadn’t known any better, they’d have thought that they had left the United States of America altogether, although one thing was certain - they were definitely not in the Outer Banks anymore. 

The street wasn’t crowded at all, there were hardly any cars or people lurking about. JJ concluded that this was probably an unpopular area of whichever city they were in. This would also explain the lack of supermarkets and restaurants. He really wanted to ask his friends to stop for a little break - his throat was so dry and his legs could barely hold him up anymore, but he knew better. The longer they walk, the faster they’ll find what they are looking for. Having no indicator of the time on them wasn’t helping either, hell, they could have been walking for 12 hours for all he knew, and with no result. 

“Maybe we should just ask someone,” Pope suggested, “Neither of us is a wanted criminal anymore, I’d say we have nothing to worry about.” John B smirked at his friend’s remark, but ultimately agreed to ask the first person they ran into where the nearest food joint was. Turns out, they were standing right in front of it. 

“La Cubanita Hotel and Restaurant” it spelled out in bold, red letters. The building was narrow and a light shade of blue, totally contrasting the obnoxiously coloured sign planted in front of it. Much like the rest of the buildings on the street, it had no more than four floors, each consisting of a row of Spanish windows with brightly coloured frames. The Pogues looked at each other with a hint of uncertainty before John B lead the way into the building. 

On the inside it looked like a typical diner - tiled floor, red and blue booths, a long bar accompanied by bar stools and, cheesily enough, a boombox. JJ guessed that the way to the hotel was through the back, but he didn’t put too much thought into it. The place seemed dead, with only one of the booths being busy. It was either an off-peak hour or this city was actually a ghost town. 

The group sat at one of the booths on the other side of where the other people were and JJ took a second to observe them. A group of bikers, all wearing stereotypical biker outfits from leather jackets down to bandanas. They were in their mid 50s and were all smoking indoors, drinking what looked like whiskeys, despite of the blazing sun still very much being out. JJ had to give it to them though, they did look pretty darn cool if he did say so himself, and those cigarettes looked eerily appetising to him at this given moment. Oh, what he’d give to have a sip of whatever they were having and a long, much needed drag of one of their cigarettes. He was so lost in his daydream, he barely realised Kiara poking him in the arm. 

“JJ,” she urged, “Waitress is here!” In this moment JJ turned his attention to the new subject in question, their waitress. She was standing at the foot of their booth, wearing her uniform, black and red, holding a pen and a notepad, chewing a piece of gum, waiting for his order. Could this place get any more stereotypical? JJ thought to himself. “So what’s it gonna be, handsome?” She said, not even bothering to look in his direction. “Uh…” JJ fumbled with the menu, “I’ll just have whatever they’re having.” He said, pointing at the bikers in the booth across from theirs. The woman rolled her eyes, popping her bubblegum. She took the rest of the Pogues’ orders before disappearing somewhere behind the bar. JJ followed her with his eyes, blocking out the conversation his friends were currently having. The waitress came back out of what he assumed to be the kitchen and handed the paper with their orders to another girl behind the bar. JJ guessed she was the barmaid, and boy was she a bit of him. 

She was wearing the same uniform as her colleague, although JJ had to admit - it looked a whole lot better on her, at least from what he could see from above the bar. Her hair was long and brown, half of it tied up effortlessly, and slightly messily, although JJ didn’t mind one bit. He watched her as she took the paper from her colleague and went to fetch the drinks written on it. He couldn’t make out what exactly colour her eyes were, and quite frankly - he didn’t really care, she was gorgeous regardless of what her eyes looked like, and she looked around his age. Had the sun and heat gotten to his head, or was it just the fact that he hadn’t touched a female in so long, he didn’t know, but if there was one thing JJ Maybank was notorious for, it was his ability to pull any girl his heart desired effortlessly. This is why he excused himself from the table and, albeit his friends’ confused looks and comments, he made his way towards the bar, sliding into one of the stools directly across from the girl. 

She looked up at him, “Can I help you?” “Brown…” JJ mumbled to himself. “Excuse me?” She said, this time sounding slightly annoyed. Her eyes were brown, JJ thought, brown and sexy. He coughed, trying to compose himself and gave her his signature Maybank stare. It worked wonders back home, surely it would work wonders now again. “Name’s JJ,” he said suavely, “I’m not from around here-“ “Clearly,” she muttered, picking up a bottle of whiskey. JJ assumed it was for him, “Aren’t you a little young to be drinking, JJ?”

JJ smirked, “What can I say, I have the face of a boy but the body and mind of a man.” The girl snickered under her nose, “Sure. Well since you’re here, make yourself useful and bring your drinks over to your friends,” she gave him a fake smile, placing a tray with their orders on it in front of him, after which she turned her back to him and walked towards the back of the bar. JJ was too busy observing her behind to notice the other waitress standing next to him, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “Should I take that or will you?” She said, waking JJ up from his everlasting daydream. “Oh, uh, don’t sweat it…” he said, picking up the tray and carrying it over to his friends’ booth. “So much for customer service,” Sarah laughed. “And to think my dad says I’m hostile to our customers,” Kiara muttered out. JJ took his seat next to her, his eyes never leaving the bar. “La Guardiana,” Pope read out loud, “This place is called La Guardiana, and apparently we’re somewhere in Florida.” “Florida?” John B said, confusion dripping through his words. Pope nodded, pointing at some text on the bottom of the menu. 

La Cubanita Hotel & Restaurant **, 97 Diego’s Crescent, La Guardiana, FL 

“Holy shit, we’re in Florida!” John B whisper yelled. Sarah laughed at his reaction, “Calm down now, Sancho, let’s not draw any attention to us,” “Yeah, you might wanna tell Casanova here that,” teased Pope, nodding his head in JJ’s direction, “Was it really worth it to potentially blow our cover just to talk to that girl?” JJ snapped at Pope, “Hey, man, just ‘cuz you don’t have the nuts to go over there and talk to her yourself,” “Yeah, I really want to attract the staff’s attention, you know, even more than we already are, seeing as we’re the only other busy table at this place.” “Your food,” the waitress from earlier was back with some of the Pogues’ orders. They waited for her to be out of earshot and JJ spoke up, “Relax, P, I bet you I can charm the pants off that girl and we won’t even need to sneak out without paying!” Pope gave JJ a fake smile, “Mhm, I’m sure she’s gonna be so deep under your spell she won’t even notice us leaving without paying a cent." JJ rolled his eyes, picking up a toothpick from the table and placing it between his teeth. “Might even offer us a place to crash, you know, because she’ll be so captivated by you.” Pope continued to tease. “Yeah, chicks totally dig this whole I’m homeless and I haven’t properly showered in like 15 days look you're going for,” Sarah joined in on the teasing. Kiara laughed and added, “Yeah, and the bit that’s gonna fully seal the deal for her is that you have literally nothing to offer her, like 0 dollars.” Everyone was laughing while JJ just crossed his arms in front of his chest and turned to look out the window, “Talk all you want, guys, but once we get that gold back, you’ll see who’ll dig what.” “The rest of your order,” he recognised the girl’s voice. It was her bringing their food over this time. She placed John B’s plate in front of him and then made her way around the table, next to where JJ was sat. She handed him his plate and bent down slightly, so that her lips were on the same level as JJ’s ear, “Next time you decide to share your criminal plans, you might wanna talk a bit more quietly.” She whispered, setting his cutlery down for him, “Oh, and, you might be charming wherever you come from, but your friend’s right. That shit doesn’t work around here.” She said, patting him on the shoulder before walking away. JJ didn’t waste time sitting around to listen to his friends pass comments about what had just happened, he downed his whiskey and practically chased after the girl. “I’m guessing you’ll want another one?” She said, not even turning around. JJ wondered how she knew that he was there. When she turned to face him, the bottle of whiskey was in her hand. “Let’s see… Do I pour you another one and close my eyes about you planning to leave without paying, or do I do what anyone else in my position would do and call the police on you? Hmm…” she pretended to think, her eyes never leaving JJ’s now panicking ones. “Please don’t call the cops,” he blurted out, the whiskey hitting his brain and making him stress out more than he wanted to admit to, “Look, we - we were in a boat accident, we don’t even know how we got here, hell - we didn’t even know where we were up until 10 minutes ago! And we - we don’t have  any documents on us, we don’t have any sort of identification, what would you -“ “Relax, kid,” the girl smirked, picking up two glasses and pouring a generous amount of whiskey in both of them, “I won’t rat you out.” She said, handing JJ one of the glasses and raising hers for a toast. JJ clinked his glass with hers, a large smile growing on his face, his dimples becoming very prominent, “Thank you, really… That means a lot.” The girl took a moment to observe JJ, then to look at his friends having a heated conversation at their booth, all of them practically stuffing their faces with food in an almost animalistic sort of way. Could this boy really be telling the truth? Could these kids have been lost at sea with no place to go? She looked back at JJ who was also looking at her. Despite the smile plastered on his face, she could clearly see that he was extremely nervous still. “Hey,” she said, “I told you to relax, didn’t I. I won’t charge you for your food, in fact… I might even have a place for you to sleep and clean up tonight.” JJ’s eyes grew wider at her words, “You what?” She leaned in closer to him over the bar and lowered her voice so that he would be the only one to hear, “Hotel upstairs, my aunt owns it. She’s currently out of town with my cousin. Should be back next Thursday. I think I can fit you and your friends in. You just have to promise to be on your best behaviour.” She said, pulling away and taking another sip from her drink. JJ couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was too good to be true. She was hot and she was willing to help? This must have been his lucky day. Sarah could suck it, and so could the others. Clearly this girl was into him. Why else would she be offering to help? “So, uh, what’s in it for me?” He asked, a hint of mischief in his voice. The girl opened her mouth, but before she could speak, the other waitress groaned from behind her. “Samara, how many times do I have to tell you?” Her croaky voice rang. The girl, who JJ had just learned was called Samara, rolled her eyes and repeated with her colleague, “No drinking on the job, yeah yeah, I know. But Heather’s gone and so is Conner, so who can tell me what to do, really?” She said, finishing what was left of her whiskey, “Besides, Georgia, as far as I’m concerned, since they’re both gone, that leaves me in charge, no? Now get back to work,” she said, making her colleague roll her eyes at her. Samara turned around to face JJ again, giving him a wink, before disappearing into the kitchen. JJ couldn’t believe his luck. He swung his arm over the bar and picked up the bottle of whiskey to pour himself one more drink before returning to his friends. “Guys-“ JJ tried getting their attention. “So what are we supposed to do now? We’re totally screwed!” “They’re gonna call the police on us, hell, they probably already have! The cops could be on their way!” “Guys!” JJ yelled, catching even the bikers’ attention. His friends looked up at him, worry filling all of their eyes. “You’ll never believe what I’m about to tell you, oh, and Sarah? You can eat your words.” He smirked before telling them what had just happened. “Hold on,” said Kiara, her face revealing her confusion, “So this random girl in this random place just randomly said that we can crash here until when?” “Next Thursday, or was it Tuesday? What day is it today?” JJ scratched his head. “JJ!” Kiara slapped his arm, “What if this is a trap? It sounds too good to be true doesn’t it? Like, what’s in it for her? We don’t even know her! What if she’s a murderer or something?” “She’s right, you know,” Cleo chimed in. “She is,” said John B, “But we have nothing to lose, literally.” Pope nodded, “I’d usually agree with Kie, but John B’s right. We have nothing to lose. And what if she calls the police? What could even happen then? We get put in jail for agreeing to sleep in a hotel for free? Come on, guys, I’m sure we can all agree that a bar of soap and a normal bathroom would do us good. I mean, we stink.” Everyone laughed at Pope’s remark before Kiara turned to JJ again, “So what’s the plan?” Realisation just struck JJ that he didn’t in fact know what the plan was. Samara had told him virtually nothing about how any of this would go down. Where were they supposed to meet? Was she going to take them to their rooms? Would they all be sharing one room? He was so busy thinking about how all of this would go down, he barely noticed Samara herself passing him a note. It was taken out of her colleague, who JJ now knew to be Georgia’s notepad. The note read in messy handwriting:

Bring your friends to the lobby. Straight down the hallway by the bathrooms. 

JJ turned the piece of paper towards his friends and they all got up, rushing towards the hallway by the bathrooms.

JEYNA

Who's the cuddler? Jason. It's not like Reyna doesn't like cuddling cuz she totally does but Jason is the one who starts it

Who makes the bed? On evenings the one who ends up training earlier so when the other one finally come home, they can just go straight into bed. On mornings they do it together because they wake up at the same moment usually

Who wakes up first? Reyna. She always wakes up at the same time, not matters if she has a free day. Jason likes sleeping longer when he can and always seizes the opportunity for this

Who has the weird taste in music? None of them. They listen the same geners and mostly the same bands and it's nothing special

Who is more protective? Jason is more likely to showing it. But Reyna of course also cares, she just doesn't like to show it, especially when there are other people

Who sings in the shower? Reyna. It's not exactly singing and certainly not screaming. But she mumble and hum songs when she gets a shower

Who cries during the movies? It isn't something usual for both of them. The movie has to be really good or touch their weak points to make them cry. They avoid the second type films, it isn't good to pour salt on old wounds. And when the movie is incredibly good, they both cry

Who spends the most shopping? None of them like shopping. They do it only when it's necessary, trying to do it as quickly as possible

Who kisses more roughly? They both are roughly kissers so it's hard to choose who is rougher

Who is more dominate? Honestly, I have to again say — both. They're just that type of couple — powerful as fuck

Who burns the dinner? Both of them are terrible at cooking. They skills are limited to cooking pasta and ready-made meals. After third fire in their house, they stopped even trying to cook anything else

Who picks the restaurant to eat? They do it together. The only exception to that is when one of them organize a surprise date

Who forgets dates? None. Before every date they're really stressed that something could go wrong. They couldn't forget about it even if they tried and it doesn't matter if it's their first, third or 14th date

Who has to remind the other to take their meds? Both of them have to remind each other. It's really strange but Reyna will remember about all Jason's meds and forget about her ones. And vice versa

Who has to remind the other to go to bed? They don't do that. It's simple — person who ends training earlier, makes the bed and waits for other to go to bed together. Because of that the person who is still training will end it up quicker so his/her lover doesn't have to wait

Who makes breakfast in bed? They do it only when one of them is sick or harm. So who does it more often? It depends on who is ill more often

Who will eat food no matter if it's under/over cooked? None. They have many exercises daily and have to stay healthy. Because of that they trying to eat healthy. They know that each other would be more angry when they ate something undone than when they said about it

Who is more likely to get lost? Jason. For example for a mission with Greeks. For a year, freaking bastard

My raiting for the ship: 7, I really like it and it's definitely better than Jason x Piper. However, Reyna is one of my favorites characters and Jason is probably my least favorite character from Heroes of Olympus

Very Good Friends (Chapter 15)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9]  [Chapter 10]  [Chapter 11]  [Chapter 12]  [Chapter 13]  [Chapter 14]

Reader x Henry Cavill, Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!!   Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression,  humiliation, and some of the good kind of fluff to make us feel better. Smut (the happy good kind) comes later on in the story… Several chapters down the road… I promise!!!

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Feedback  and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any   personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the   Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested.   GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

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You wake the next morning to a pair of bloodshot blue eyes peering down at you. Henry is gently shaking you, telling you it's time to get up. He asks why you're snuggling your pillow with his shirt on it. You giggle, “Cuz you were plastered last night Hen and I knew if I climbed in bed with you, we’d end up doing just what we said we shouldn’t.” you tell him. You also decide not to tell him that he told you he loved you and that he tried to kiss you last night, knowing it would make him upset and feel awkward.

His eyes widen and he says, “Oh God. Fuck! Glad one of us was sober then.” as he rubs his face. “Headache?” you ask. He nods.

You watch as he sighs and meanders over to the kitchen. He picks up his cell and sees all the missed calls and texts. His eyes open wide when he listens to the messages and sees the texts. He looks up at you and you wave your phone at him. “She called me last night after you were asleep. We talked and I explained what really happened. She said she’d take care of it.” you explain. He rubs his face and growls. “Can’t even go have fun without some shithead taking pics and lying about us!” he rumbles.

“I know, Hen, I know.” You say as you stand and walk over to him after you unwrap from your burrito. He watches you and chuckles. “Why do you wrap up like that?” he asks.

You shrug. “It makes me feel like I’m in a cocoon. Safe and warm.” you tell him as you approach. He is leaning against the counter waiting for the coffeemaker to do it’s thing. You lean against him and wrap your arms around his waist. He puts his chin on your head and sighs.

“How did they find us? How did they know where we were at?” he asks.

You tell him that his Agent and Publicist thinks someone attached a GPS tracker to his car somewhere. You tell him they are tiny, only a half inch in length and are hard to spot. You explain to him the plan you and the Publicist worked out to try to catch who the leaker is. He nods and agrees to go along with the plan. You inform him his car is still at the bowling alley and that his publicist was going to have the police check it for the tracker, then return it to the parking lot here for him. He nods, grabs his coffee and thanks you for taking care of him last night. “Sorry, I got carried away with the beers.” He apologizes. “It’s okay, Bear. You needed to relax too. You’ve been under just as much stress as I have and needed an outlet too.” You re-assure him.

The two of you get dressed and head to filming. You both are quiet today, and everyone notices the shift in mood. A few ask Henry if the two of you are ok. He nods. “Just tired of all the bullshit and drama someone keeps trying to cause.” he says quietly.

The two of you make it through the next few days, focusing on work and getting enough sleep. Henry is happy to see you snuggling with him in your comforter burrito the next few mornings. He grins and kisses your face all over till you are giggling and laughing as you try to pull your arms out of the burrito to push him away. He is laughing this morning, and gives you one more peck on the nose for good measure.

“Ready to catch us a leaker?” he asks with a mischievous grin. As the two of you are walking out of the studio building after a grueling morning of meetings with the studio regarding your rape case. The two of you and a few members of the crew have to testify in two weeks which put a kink in filming. You both agreed to give up some of your free days to make up for the loss of filming for the two days of hearings. So, the film could still be released on time. You both knew you’d be exhausted by the end of it, but you both agreed it was the right thing to do since the studio was being so cooperative with the case.

You walked arm in arm to the car happy you could use it now that the police had found the GPS tracker someone had stuck to the back side of the license plate. Henry helped you into your seat and closed the door. He noticed your assistant slip into her car and then take off. He made a note of her car and the color and model as he watched her leave. He got in and you saw the frown on his face. “What’s the matter, Bear?” you ask.

He tells you he saw your assistant heading out and just left it at that. He was worried she may have attached another tracker to his car. The two of you head to the restaurant and Henry’s frown deepens when he sees your assistant’s car parked a block away with a person in the passenger side, but not the driver’s side. He says nothing to you about it and screws on his happy face. He gets out of the car and helps you out of the passenger side. He tosses the keys to the valet, who takes it and parks it in the lot for the restaurant.

Henry ushers you inside and the two of you enjoy a nice lunch. You both make sure to discuss work and the press junkets. Henry tells you about past ones he has been on and gives you an idea of the kinds of questions they ask. The two of you are enjoying yourselves when the manager comes over to quietly warn Henry of the paparazzi gathering outside. He offers to let you out the back and can have Henry’s car brought back there if he likes.

Henry thanks him and whispers to him that the two of you are trying to catch the person responsible for leaking info to the press so you two need to head out the front. To let the press gather and he’ll deal with it. The manager nods and pats Henry’s back. “Good luck then, Mr. Cavill.” he says. Henry thanks him again for his help and discretion. The manager nods, “Any time, Sir. You are one of our favourite patrons.” he says with a smile and a nod before heading back to his office.

“Ready to face the madness?” Henry quietly asks you as he moves behind you to help you with your chair as you stand to leave. “As long as you’re with me, I am.” you tell him, and he offers you his arm. The two of you stop at the counter and he pays for the meal. His car is waiting for him when you both exit the restaurant and the paparazzi goes wild, hollering and snapping pictures.

Henry growls quietly and tries to push through them, but they are being more zealous this time. “Get out of my way!” he bellows and shoves some of the photographers to the side when they refuse to move. His grip on your wrist is tight, almost to the point of hurting. But you keep your face screwed in a neutral expression.

Just as you get to the car the police arrive and one particular photographer just won’t let up and keeps getting in Henry’s face. Henry gets you in the car and shuts the door. The valet hands you the keys and backs away. You can tell Henry is quickly losing his cool and one final look from him sends the photographer running. Henry sees he is headed in the direction of the car he saw earlier, and he mouths to you, “Stay here!” and bolts after the photographer.

The cops come up to you after shooing away the paparazzi and ask if you’re ok. You say you are, but he had better go follow Henry, you point to where he’s chasing after the photographer. The officer nods and runs after them. The cop catches up to Henry just as he catches the photographer. Henry grabs the photographer as he opens the car door and slams the guy against it. “Who tipped you off to us being there?!?” Henry growls at the man angrily.

“Nnnn-no one!” the photographer stammers.

“Bullshit!” Henry says furious. “Someone told you that we’d be there! NO one knew about those reservations outside of my publicist and the restaurant and my friend’s assistant!” he fumes. “Now WHO INFORMED YOU!” he bellows again. Seething with anger.

“H-h-her!” the photographer points to a woman approaching the car, who stops, takes one look at them and bolts. “Get her!” Henry yells at the cop. “She’s the leaker!” he bellows.

The cop chases her down and the two are arrested. Henry is still fuming when he gets back to you. He climbs into the car and just sits there for a moment trying to calm down. “How bout we go for a walk.” you suggest quietly as you put your hand on his that was resting on the stick shift.

He nods and you give him the keys. He starts the car and peals out of the parking spot heading for a nearby lake. He pulls up in an empty lot and parks off to the side. He lays his head back and heaves a huge sigh. “It was her.” is all he says.

You look down and sigh. Not knowing what to say. He takes your hand and kisses it. “Come on.” he says and gets out of the car. He helps you out and the two of you walk arm in arm to the lake shore. You both take off your shoes and socks and leave them by a bench. Henry rolls up his pant legs and you both walk for a while in the water along the lake shore; Henry finally cools off and calms down. “I still don’t understand why she did it?” you finally say. “Did I do something to piss her off?” you ask.

Henry shrugs. “I don’t know, Kitten.” he says as he stands behind you, his chin on your head and his arms wrapped around yours as you two watch the sun set. The waves of the lake lapping against your ankles. You sigh. “I can’t wait till we are done with all this rat race and can be a couple.” you say quietly.

Henry moves his head to your shoulder. “You sure that’s what you want, Kitten?” he asks. You nod. “I know we both want the same thing, Hen. I’m ready for it whenever you decide you’re ready to take a break and step back from acting for a while. Until then, I just want to be with you. I’m willing to travel with you and take care of Kal so you don’t have to hire a dog sitter all the time. I know you’ve missed him. That way he can be with you as you travel.” you say.

He looks at you in amazement. “You sure about this, Kitten?” He asks again. You chuckle. “What are you, a broken record stuck on skip?” you tease. He hugs you. “I just want to make sure you won’t regret this. It’s a big step going from friends to a legit couple. And there’s no knowing if your acting career might take off after this film is released.” he says.

You nod. “I know. Hen. But you’ve stuck with me through all this bullshit, when you didn’t have to. You risked your reputation to be seen with me after the news broke of the rape.” you say. “I love you, Henry Cavill, and I will always be grateful for the way you supported and encouraged me and how you treated me during all this. You’re a wonderful man and I couldn’t ask for or find anyone better suited to be mine.” you tell him. He grins and gives you a hug. “A few more months.” he says quietly, “Then I’m officially all yours.” he says. “I love you, Kitten.” He tells you and give you a peck on the nose with his lips. You giggle and squeeze his arm.

You both sigh, and walk back to the bench. The cool grass drying your feet and removing most of the sand.

You both head back to the car after putting socks and shoes back on. Henry drives the two of you back to the trailers, he calls his agent and publicist letting them know the plan worked and it was your PA who was the leak. He hangs up and the two of you are emotionally exhausted and climb into your respective beds after goodnight hugs are exchanged.

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atx places & their meanings to me

E. Croslin St. apartments: first place I lived when moving to Austin. Loneliness. Fear of change. Fear of everything. The realization that I was bi and struggling with coming out. Being a toxic person with my relationships with EVERYONE. Having fun with/living with the people I viewed too highly (because of age and their relationships to Alexa and cuz I thought they were cool) to the point of being extremely insecure and self-conscious and sensitive. Learning how fucking terrible cockroaches are. Transferring too much of Dad’s money. A place that pushed me to change. 

Habibi’s Hutch Preschool: my first job in Austin. Every day coming here was terrifying because I had never worked at a preschool before. I hadn’t even been a nanny yet, only worked at Build-A-Bear. I told them I didn’t know how to change a diaper and they still hired me. I was amongst the youngest ones there and everyone else was like 35+. It was the most Austin thing I had ever seen. The kids were outside 80% of the time unless they were napping or it was bad weather. Sandy. Paint everywhere. Sand and paint all over me. Teachers there talking to me like I was stupid. Very hot. Made me tough and made me want to still work with kids though!

Muellar Shopping Center: the place I would go to most when I first moved here. I needed a place that felt suburbian and like Arlington because I was homesick. I would call Sheyenne and Abby here and cry on the phone to them. I look back on this and realize how boring of a girl I was. lol

Yellow house at the end of Madison Avenue: current place of residence and last in Austin (for now at least). Living here made me realize you can’t trust anyone. For the first time, a person I planned on having as a best friend for life walked out and ghosted me for good. Financially struggling. Thinking the house was haunted or cursed. My favorite bedroom I’ve ever had. Perfect corner windows where my bed stood. Realizing how strong of a couple me and Sheyenne are and how much I love her. Having anger for everyone else who lived there and fucked me over. An anger bigger than me but not being able to do anything about it. Decorating the house for the holidays. Grandma/grandpa vibes. Starting shows (like Glee and Gilmore Girls, etc.) with Sheyenne on our living room couch. Scary doing laundry in the garage. Big backyard. Last home of Pablo’s. A house I would have loved if the people in my life hadn’t ruined it for me and if I could afford it.

Tous Les Jours: bakery and cafe. one of my very top favorite places in Austin. Coming here to get a peace of mind. Kina Grannis and other good music play here. The best coffee frappe I’ve ever had. Free samples of pastries. Doing homework here with Sheyenne the 5 seconds I was still in school. The place right next to where Elle Mills did karaoke in her Austin video!! A place that almost made me feel oddly sentimental and reflective. (lol I’m here now!) 

Schlotzsky’s on Balcones Woods Dr: I always knew I was too good for this place. I stayed as long as I did because of comfort. I met two friends there. One was my ex-best friend who I would say ruined my life here in Austin.. but she saved me and made me love Austin for a year here and that’s why I can’t be as mad at her as people want me to be. Most of my favorite Austin memories are with her and that’s the only good thing that came from this shit hole of a “restaurant.” The other girl I met there was a young, childish girl who was my friend at first and ended up living with me because we were desperate for a roommate. SHE DID add to ruining my experience in Austin in a big way and I have more anger towards her than any of my other past roommates.

Mozart’s Coffee Roasters: my favorite place in Austin. A coffee shop overlooking lake Austin. The first time I went was when Alexa took me and Paige before I even lived in Austin, and she made it sound like a casual place, which I guess it is to most, but I was so shocked because it is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen- no matter day time or night. I’ve come here to write, watch YouTube videos, sit with friends, eat cheesecake and other desserts that are way too expensive, draw and journal with Sheyenne, etc. This place is underrated. 

The placement families’ homes I nannied at: there were two houses I nannied at. Both families for about a year. Both houses were vastly different, but both houses provided me a sense of belonging and purpose, friendship, food (lol) and happiness that sometimes I couldn’t find anywhere else in Austin. I was getting paid to hang out with 10-13-year-olds who became sisters to me and I know they’re jobs that I took for granted in the moment and will miss more than I can even imagine. I still talk to the last two girls I nannied and will most likely keep in touch with the girls I’m leaving this week.

Highland Neighborhood Park: this park is bare as fuck and really has nothing going for it. By our old apartments. It has a field and bleachers and that’s literally it. I’m adding this simple, little place because it is the place where Alexa and I had two of the hardest conversations we probably will ever have (or it’s up there). We sat in my car and got things off of our chests that we were terrified to talk about in fear of the other judging us. We’re sisters and love each other unconditionally and understand each other even though we were both talking about our own personal problems that the other had no experience with. Both conversations were hard and scary but freeing. You’d think I’d hate this place because of it, but I want to go back all the time.

Emerald Tavern Games & Cafe: this place is the weirdest, nerdiest place I’ve ever been and ever loved. The lighting isn’t ideal but they have pretty good drinks and a great food menu. You walk to the back and they have a massive wall of board games to choose from. If you don’t have friends to play with, you can put a flag up on your table that means that you’d like people to join you in a game. I never had to put a flag up because I would go with Autumn, Eidan, and Sheyenne. Autumn and Eidan ended up being the friends that stood by me and turned my saddest nights around. After the number of people that have disappointed me and fucked me over in Austin, I’ve been hesitant to rely on or trust anyone, but these two are always having me and Shy’s backs. We come here often and I feel so nerdy but I don’t care because it’s nice feeling happy and having friends.

The Frisco Shop: a diner that was oddly dark and had old people vibes, but I couldn’t have loved it more. My favorite times here were when I went with Alexa and Sheyenne. We were all going through shit but Alexa bought our meals and bought us pie and coffee and for that hour or whatever, everything was all good because I had my two favorite people with me eating southern cooking. After Alexa moved to NY, Sheyenne and I went a lot. So much that a server named Penny started recognizing us. She was maybe late 40′s and reminded me of Mamrie Hart and was the sweetest lady ever. This diner closed for good, and the day I found out I almost cried. The same sad feeling in my heart that I felt when the Blockbuster in Arlington had closed by my house. 

Other places I’ve loved but can’t write a paragraph on:

-Waterloo Records 

-Peter Pan Mini Golf

-Alamo Drafthouse (Sheyenne works there so we were always getting free tickets. This really helped make Austin better)

-Mount Bonnell 

-Terra Toys

-P. Terry’s and HEB (simple staple places that I’m going to miss so much. P. Terry’s’ veggie burger is my favorite burger I think. HEB forced you to bring reusable bags instead of killing the environment with plastic bags. I will continue to use reusable bags in DFW). 

-Rattan Creek Park (bittersweet feelings now)

I’m probably missing a lot. I love Austin, I just wish it had been good to me.

50 OTP Asks: Avaleara and D

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

41. Who cries during sad movies? 

Avaleara. It has to be a pretty good movie, but if it’s moving enough she will start crying. 

42. Who is the neat freak? D is the neat freak. He doesn’t have much, just what he needs. The blanket he used is folded neatly on the back of the couch when he’s done, the books he’s using for research are stacked neatly on the desk. He’s one of those everything has a place and everything in its place kinda people when he has the luxury.

In comparison Avaleara is a whirlwind of chaos. There’s a mountain of books and she might use one of them. She got all the spices out and she won’t use half of them. When she’s working on something her desk gets cluttered to hell and back, or her tools are scattered all over the floor and there’s engine grease on her face. She’ll clean it up when she’s done, and it’ll be neat as a pin then, but while she’s working her space is as chaotic as she is.

D ends up cleaning up after her a looot. Mostly cuz he drags her off to bed when she’s exhausted then comes back later to tidy everything the way she would so she can start fresh. It’s one of those quiet gestures he makes cuz he’s a sweetheart.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

D. He’s a total softy. He’s only done it once or twice for Avaleara though. Usually he does it for whatever kid has latched onto his coattails this time. 

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?

They are both extremely active people. While they might spend the odd “lazy” afternoon talking, reading, or playing chess, most of their free time they are sparing, or hiking, or some other physical activity. 

45. Who is more likely to get drunk?

Avaleara. Her body filters out poison at an extreme rate because of the fucker that poisoned her all the time, so it takes a lot of something hellishly strong to get her drunk, but if she sets her mind to it she can. She won’t often, but every once in awhile she just wants to cut loose. D can’t stand being intoxicated.

46. Who has the longer food order?

Avaleara, though to be fair D’s is very short and often more what you’d consider a side. Avaleara will order a meal, and restaurants on her world tend to make you be very specific because there’s so many different dietary needs. 

47. Who has the more complex coffee order?

Avaleara. When D orders it’s black. Avaleara will drink whatever has a lot of caffeine, but if she’s taking the time to go out and order it’s usually similar to a latte. 

48. Who loses stuff?

Avaleara, though it's more like put somewhere weird when running late or too tired. D knows where she puts it and points it out quick. 

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?

Avaleara is more the “driver” though in this case it’s a spaceship not a car. D can, but Avaleara really loves it. 

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?

Neither and both. By average standards they aren’t a romantic couple. Avaleara has real triggers around most standard romantic gestures and her experience with Xahros makes her leary of romance because he used it so artfully to fool her. D just… isn’t. He’s seen too much, done too much. The frontier tends to burn that shit out of you fast.

That said, they are completely, utterly devoted to each other. Avaleara calls D her Soul, and D calls Avaleara his Heart, and they mean it very sincerely. They go out of their way to make sure the other know exactly how much they are loved, and the gestures they use may not always make sense to anyone else, but they don’t have to. There’s a Doctor Who quote that sums it up well, they might not believe in love- “But if I believe in one thing… Just one thing… I believe in her!”

do the ship meme u reblogged a little bit ago with you and akh!!

Bless you Nonny~

How did they they meet?

I met Ahk when some people who aren’t very fond of me sent a very special book of mine to another dimension to spite me. I followed my book and wound up in a museum, and after retrieving said book, the museum came to life. Not wanting to be seen by the inhabitants (as i’m a dragon hybrid creature), I jumped to the second floor to escape. Once there, I heard a horrible scream, and I ran towards it to help. I found that the screaming was coming from a sarcophagus, and even though I was afraid of what might be inside, I opened it anyways. The person inside stepped out and revealed themselves to be a gorgeous man with an amazing voice! He asked to meet his rescuer, but I told him I didn’t want to scare him. He insisted, and so I stepped out of the shadows. He smiled at me, introduced himself, and told me that he wasn’t afraid. He then offered me a reward for saving him, and I told him that all I wanted was to be his friend, for finding someone who wasn’t afraid of me is rare. Ahk said, “My friendship is yours, you had it the moment you set me free”, and with that, he became my best friend, and later, so much more~

Who developed romantic feelings first?

Honestly, I’m not sure. I think we developed our feelings at roughly the same time, so it’s hard to say who actually fell first.

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

To be honest, the whole museum knew that we were hardcore crushing on each other, but I think Sacagawea and Attila are the two biggest shippers! Sac is a mother figure of sorts to Ahk, and she was always trying to gently nudge him into confessing to me, and Attila was super impressed with my strength and we became pretty good friends. He tried to tell me that it was obvious that Ahk felt the same way, but as I’m a dense and oblivious idiot when it comes to feelings, I continued to deny Attila’s advice. Jed and Octavius also were big shippers of us, but they weren’t as actively trying to get us together.

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

Our first kiss happened shortly after we confessed to each other, and it was a moment I’ll never forget. I was so nervous and worried that it was all just a dream and that I’d wake up anytime, alone. Ahk said he felt the same, and he was scared of waking up back in his sarcophagus. We laughed a bit and he scooted closer to me and said, “You are so beautiful, Elizabeth”. And he kissed me! After we pulled apart, I asked if we could kiss again, and we did~

Who confessed their feelings first?

We confessed in a weird way. The entire start of our relationship was weird tbh. I’d been falling into a depression relapse and my dumb brain had been telling me that Ahk would never feel the same way about me as I did for him. I tried to talk my feelings out with Attila and the Huns, but eventually, I broke down. I was crying and pacing and basically screaming at myself saying, “Look at me!! I’m a monster! I’m hideous! Ahkmenrah is perfect, how could he ever love something like me?!” At that, Ahk comes out of the shadows, “You’re wrong”, he says. I jump and try to rub the tears off of my face, and he comes closer. “You’re not hideous. You’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever known, and you’re no monster. I’ve loved you from the moment you and I retrieved the tablet from Cecil.” I’m shocked, “You…. you love me? You think I’m beautiful?” He nods and leads me to a bench to sit down, where he continues to tell me all the times he tried to confess, only to lose his nerve. He was worried that he was too ordinary to be with me. In the end, we laughed about the whole thing, and afterwards, we had our first kiss~

What was their first official date?

Our first official date was on a Thursday, and it came about when Ahk read about modern dating and asked me what kind of dates I’d been on. I told him that I’d never actually been on a date, and that was when he stood up and said that he was going to take me on one then. We looked for a restaurant that was open, and all we found that was close by was an IHOP. Thus, we went to IHOP for our first date, and it was the best date I’ve ever been on!

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

We love them! So long as we enjoy the company of the people we’re hanging out with, we absolutely love double dates and group dates!

What do they do in their down time?

On our downtime, we usually either hang out around our house, or we visit our friends. When we stay home, we do any number of things, video games, reading in the library, swimming, and horseback riding are all things we do often~

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

Meeting Ahk’s parents was terrifying. And (just as I predicted) they hated me. They wanted Ahk to marry an Egyptian woman of royal blood, and they were convinced that I was using Ahk for some nefarious purpose. They finally figured out that I was genuinely devoted to him and now Ahk’s mother thinks of me as her daughter in law. His father on the other hand still doesn’t approve, but he keeps his mouth shut cuz he knows there’s nothing he can do about it. Ahk meeting my mom and my father figures went amazingly though! Everyone loves Ahk, and anyone with a brain can see that he adores me.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

Our first fight came about when Ahk was having really bad nightmares about something, and he wouldn’t tell me what the nightmares were about. That was fine with me, I know how hard it is to talk about really bad dreams, but he started getting really short tempered with me every time I asked what was wrong. Finally, the last straw came when I asked yet again if he was okay, and he lost it. He yelled that I had no idea what it was like to die and that I couldn’t possibly understand how he felt. I was shocked, and as I don’t cope well with people shouting at me, I started crying. I told him that I did know what it was like to die and that all I wanted to do was help him. His tone and demeanor were cold and he roughly explained that his past was far too painful to speak about and that I should leave because he needed to be alone for a while. I managed to choke out a “fine”, before making a brisk exit. It was then that he realized that I was crying and he seemed to realize how much of an ass he was being, cuz a few minutes later, he went looking for me. Unfortunately, I’d been called on a mission and I had to leave the museum, and I wasn’t able to return until 3 days later. Ahk believed I’d left for good and had become despondent. When he knew I hadn’t left for good, he was overjoyed and he apologized for acting the way he did, and I apologized for not only pushing him to talk about something that made him uncomfortable, but also for intentionally continuing with my mission to the point of nearly killing myself from exhaustion. Because that’s what I almost did. We got past it because we were both miserable to the point of wanting to die the entire time we were apart, and that’s a pretty clear indicator that you really, really love someone. Ahk understood that he needed to talk about what was bothering him and I understood that I needed to give him the time to actually be comfortable doing that.

Which one is more easily made jealous?

Me. Ahk is a very attractive man, it’s understandable that people would wanna flirt with him. It’s not the flirting that bothers me, it’s when the people completely disregard that Ahk isn’t single, or say things like “that’s your girlfriend? you can do way better, like me for example”. That’s not to say that Ahk doesn’t get jealous too, but it’s mostly me.

What is their favorite thing to get to eat?

Ahk loves fried stuff, candy, cake, and gelato! I have no clue why Ahk has a taste for fried chicken, funnel cake, and onion rings, but he loves that stuff and I have multiple people who will confirm that watching him demolish a bucket of fried chicken is a sight to behold. As for me, I love sushi, pasta, chocolate, and meat. I have a super fast metabolism, so I need to eat often to keep up my energy, and starchy carb filled, fatty, big meals are perfect for me~

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favorite cuddling position?

That would be Ahk! Not to say I’m not cuddly, but Ahk is always leaping into my arms or hugging me, so we’ll say he’s the really cuddly one. His favorite cuddling position is any position where he can lay his forehead against mine. He’s sappy like that (i am too lmao)

Are they hand holders?

We are indeed! It’s nice to be able to hold your lover’s hand as you’re walking or watching a movie or something.

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

Eheh, we waited about a month to take our relationship to the next level. It would’ve been less time, but I’m shy and I didn’t think Ahk would be interested in me like that (I was very wrong lmao). We finally got on with it when I got a sudden burst of brazen energy and took my shirt off in front of him.

Who tops?

Depends on who’s in the mood to top, could be either one. Or both in one night~

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

I’m gonna assume this is supposed to say fight, and the answer is the fight I mentioned above. It was the first real fight, and also the worst. Namely though, it was the last really big fight, and we’ve done our best to keep it that way. Neither of us wants to relive the horrible way we felt after being separated in that way and for that long.

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

Me and me again. Ahk helps with both, but I’m the one who does it primarily. Ahk is still learning the ins and outs of cooking with a stove, and he’d get way too distracted at the grocery store if he went by himself. I love him, bu his curiosity gets the best of him at times!

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

Ahk is more organized, while I’m more prone to untidiness. Ahk is more mathematically minded, so he’s naturally more organized and methodical. I on the other hand would much rather just wing it and have things be wherever. If i lose something, I can just summon it. Ahk ends up cleaning and tidying things for me anyways though (bless him).

Who proposes?

I think Ahk would beat me too it, but I would have an ornate dagger to propose to him with if I propose first! He’d probably propose to me with a necklace or bracelet rather than a ring.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

Separate, but methinks we’d end up getting bored and we’d sneak away to hang out together~

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

My maids of honor would be my friends Anisha and Nocta, along with my three best friends, Kid, Wally, and Simon. Ahk’s best man would most likely be Octavius or Nicky, with his groomsmen being Attila, Teddy, and Sacagawea.

Big Ceremony or Small?

We have lots of friends (and we rule a planet) so a big ceremony is a must!

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  

We do indeed have a honeymoon, and we go on a huge world tour, visiting every city we can!

Do they have children? How many?

We can’t have biological children together, but we will adopt! As for how many, I think we’ll adopt one or two and once they grow up, we’ll adopt one or two more, and we’ll keep doing that for as long as we live or until there are no abandoned children left in the world~

Aspartame is in my blood.

This is due to an un-exaggerated addiction to Coca Cola Zero that I’ve suffered through for many years. It is my personal opinion that Coke Zero is, in fact, the nectar of the gods. It would honestly be more efficient and cost-effective if I just got an IV drip. We’re talking multiple twelve-packs a week.

It’s a hereditary curse, of course. These things usually are. When I was young, my dad drank a ton of Coke Classic. I drank a lot, too, but I also enjoyed a variety of other beverages, like root beer, lemonade, black cherry cola, etc. Then one day my mom brought home the new coke Zero in a thinly veiled attempt to get my dad to lose weight. My dad and I tried it and were so impressed with the flavour that it quickly became a staple in our refrigerator. I can’t say exactly how old I was, but by the time I reached high school I was known for always having a Coke, especially in the morning, ‘cuz apparently it’s weird to have pop for breakfast. #footnote

Having read my footnote, you now know that I hail from rural Ohio. I actually grew up on a farm. At first we just had a random assortment of farm animals and a vegetable garden, but when I was eleven we officially became an alpaca farm (Tapacres Alpacas, if you’re interested). But I digress. My point here is that I live deep in Amish country. In fact, I’m the only Yankee house on my street. Five minutes away there’s an Amish restaurant called Mary Yoder’s. It is run and staffed by local Amish people, and the overall theme is meant to evoke the quaint, cozy, country atmosphere of Middlefield, Ohio. If you’re super into it there’s even a gift shop, which includes handmade quilts for upwards of $800.

Now I was never particularly entranced by the food at Mary Yoder’s, but it was good quality. It’s mostly just standard comfort food; think Cracker Barrel without the flair. The foods I associate with my childhood Mary Yoder’s experience are mashed potatoes, chicken breast, cottage cheese, apple butter, and pickled eggs. I know that last one is weird, but there’s a salad bar and the pickled eggs are pink and when I was little my dad would cut them up for me and in theory they sound gross but they’re actually really delicious. And apple butter! Mary Yoder’s makes their apple butter almost daily from scratch and it’s sort of the highlight of going there. When you get the complimentary rolls you get complimentary apple butter, and it’s so sweet and smooth and better than other apple butter. Like, people have tried to feed me store-bought apple butter but it’s just not as good. I’m sure it’s somehow related to the childhood experience of going out to dinner with my family and getting fresh rolls, but no matter the reason Mary Yoder’s apply butter is the best apple butter.

The third component of my food autobiography is also a place, but quite a different one, and definitely not a restaurant. For several years, from age thirteen to twenty, I worked as a street performer at the Great Lakes Medieval Faire. This experience was vital in shaping who I am as a person, and looking back there was major emphasis placed on food and eating practices. As a faire, there were scores of vendors scattered across the fairground, and at least half of them were food stalls. There were two massive “food courts” owned and operated by the faire, and then dozens of independent businesses or people who had their own private stands. Every day we would get a food voucher, which was good for one meal from one of the faire-owned stands, or from this place called Friar Pluck’s that I will dwell on in a moment. The food from the food courts was standard fair food: chicken tenders, fries, corn dogs, pop and lemonade, but also “Turkey Legges,” which were a novelty for the patrons, but were not so favoured by the employees. We would spend our meal vouchers at the food court on our mediocre lunch, and we would have the vendors put it in a wooden bowl, and we would eat on the ground with our hands (though the nobility had eating daggers, and sometimes even metal plates!). Patrons were always fascinated by a group of people dressed in medieval peasant attire, sitting right in the dirt and gravel, drinking out of metal mugs and eating with our dirty hands out of wooden bowls, talking with our mouths full and wiping our faces ineffectively on our clothes. Though eating lunch is a standard daily occurrence in our society, as actors we made our meals larger than life, made them an event or a show to be observed and laughed at.

The other part of the medieval faire meal regime is the good food, the food that we go out of our way to spend actual cash on. My personal favourite was the fresh fruit, cheese, and bread from Black Ox Cottage. Many days my breakfast would be half a loaf of homemade bread and a block of cheese, both eaten with hands and a dagger, of course. The other popular haunt is Friar Pluck’s, which would give you half a chicken and a heap of mashed potatoes and any other side dish you could want. The roast beef was particularly good. The man who owned the place also had a special breakfast situation set up for the actors and staff who had to be on site at 7am. He would make egg and cheese and sausage or bacon sandwiches on bagels or English muffins, and it was only for the people who worked there, he stopped breakfast once the faire opened. It was almost a routine to walk all the way across the fairgrounds to Friar Pluck’s for an egg sandwich between fight rehearsal and morning meeting.

The last part of faire food that really sticks out in my memory is from the year I played one of the Gypsies. Our camp was set up kinda out of the way, but that year a new stall opened up: O’Malley’s. They made Irish food. They weren’t one of the food-voucher-approved locations, but Gypsy camp being twenty feet away brought business. We would hang out by their stand and play it up. By the second week O’Malley’s started giving us free food, and by the end of the season they’d feed us more than we could eat! I was a big fan of their deep-fried haggis. But it was so cool because a group of actors made friends with a group of Irish cooks, and we naturally developed a sort of symbiotic relationship, bringing each other business and free food. It was great.