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rulerzreachf4n7 · 3 months

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I'm trying to say this in THE NICEST WAY possible, toxic shippers have the stupidest reasons for not shipping Huntlow

Heya! Now before I go into this please know I AM NOT a toxic/force shipper, I am not forcing you to ship Huntlow, simply just telling you why your reasons don't make sense and contradict to the canon versions of the characters of the show, and with that let's go

Reason 1: it's not possible for Hunter to trust Willow after Below possed him and in general

Oh. My. Fucking. Titan...Im just going to automatically assume you've never watched Any Sports In The Storm, that one part in Reaching out, Labyrinth Runners, Clouds On The Horizon, Kings Tide or the entirety of s3, I'M LITERALLY TRYING TO BE NICE BUT YOU ARE ACTUALLY FUCKING STUPID, Hunter trusts AND CARES Willow by first, in reaching out, giving her his penstegram account to chat, saving her from getting hurt in clouds on the horizon, yes, it's wasn't actually Luz, it was an illusion, and in the same episode Willow tried to save Hunter (or so she thought it does matter if it's actually Luz it just proves she cares about Hunter) and when Luz got captured by Kiki she was very anxious and hurrying everyone to get to Kiki to save Luz, yet again, don't come at me with just because it was illusion doesn't mean she dosent care about Hunter, she thought it was him, she cares about him a lot cause she was in a hurry to save him (or so she though it was him)! Hunter was comfortable and trusted her to cut his hair in thanks to them, in the same episode he wasn't uncomfortable with Willow holding him after the possession, in for the future HE LITERALLY SAYS HE CARES ABOUT WILLOW, NOT JUST GUS, WILLOW TOO, he comforted her after her breakdown and saved her and Gus, Willow trusts and cares about Hunter in ending of for the future by holding his hand (pinky promis?? Idk what to call it lol) and literally said "Thanks Hunter, you mean a lot to me to" which Hunter replied "yeah...sure, no problem"

Reason 2: they head canon either Hunter, Willow, or both of them as aroace, asexual, or on the spectrum

Oh. My. Titan, did you like know aroace/asexual people can like STILL DATE??? you completely misunderstand the meaning, just because they don't experience ALL ATTRACTION dosent mean THEY WON'T EXPERIENCE ANY, you know what "little to none attraction" means, it fucking means someone who has a bit, A BIT, NOT ZERO, THERE'S STILL A PIECE OF ATTRACTION THEY CAN HAVE FOR SOMEONE, I'm literally trying not to be as toxic as possible but people have the most fucking stupidest reasons

Reason 3: you ship Lunter/huntric/huntmira/boschlow/ect

Well that's fine, but those ships don't make sense in my eyes but I won't write an entire paragraph on why it doesn't make sense (I'm doing it after this post lol 💀💀) and also boschlow is literally toxic pookie it's not the enemies to lovers you want Boscha literally bullied her, if you think that's chemistry you're fucking stupid and never seen the entirety of s1

And hehe silly reason I'd like to add!!

Reason 4: they're bland, don't go well together, rushed, and have no chemistry

Oh my fucking Titan, OMG y'all! Did you know you could uncancel you're own show?! NO YOU CAN'T DUMB FUCK, it was rushed because it WAS FUCKING CANCELLED, SORRY POOKIE DANA CAN'T DO NO SHIT ABOUT IT, it's not like you can get rid of all the episodes and make it hunlow themed, sorry, we can't get all the things we want in life, and by saying that it wouldn't work by the first impression in ASIAS is stupid, sure Willow made a bad first impression but Hunter seemed mildly phased by this other than just being a bit spooked out and startled, and NO, HE DIDN'T JUST DEVELOP A CRUSH ON HER ON SPOT, sure, he could think Willows pretty, but that doesn't mean HE HAS A FUCKING CRUSH ON HER, and people saying that it's not a "half a with Hunter" because Hunters a grimwalker dosent make any sense, may I remind you this was made before hollow mind, he's still convinced he's a powerless witch by Belos lying about it to him, he thinks he's a half a witch while yes looking like a witch on the outside despite having no bile sack, and he doesn't seem to think as himself as weak like Willow does on the other hand, eh, I wouldn't mind if they took out the half a witch, and btw it's not supposed to be a romantical aspect it's supposed to be a similarity, people have also said she's only there to comfort him, even though that's apart of Willows personality, SHE'S THE RELIABLE ONE, LITERALLY SAYING IT IN FTF, she's supposed to comfort people, supposed to be the person everyone rely on, but thats not just her whole personality, based around her reliability, she's so much more than it! People say they think they're both better off as friends in their opinion, it's totally fine! I don't give a shit really, but if you're going to state a reason why you dont think a ship is realistic, then at least watch all the episodes they're in and use some common sense at least! It's the bare minimum!

And that's all!!! I hope you understand and if I made any incorrections please let me know!! I really hate toxic Lunter and huntric shippers, or shippers in general, they just make up excuses instead of saying that huntlow isn't their type of ship or they ship something else, but if you're a multishipper you're totally cool! (Even considered being a multishipper hehe)

#huntlow #the owl house #toh #my posts:3 #toxic shippers

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

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If the skeles were teachers, how do you think they would react to a kid having a mental breakdown during a test? (because they don't understand anything or whatever)

It's a weird question, I knoww '''''

Well, we'll go on their kid doing a important homework, it's more coherent. :D

Undertale Sans - He feels like the biggest shit in the universe. No kidding. Gaster used to be very strict about these things and didn't hesitate to mentally abuse him every time he was failing something, telling him how he would never succeed in life. Sans thinks he has pressured his kid too much, and now he thinks he is becoming like Gaster and he is absolutely hating that. He stops everything to comfort his kid and tell them to do this later. He needs a moment too.

Undertale Papyrus - A bit like Sans, he feels deeply uncomfortable about this situation. Papyrus cried every time he was failing something younger, and he is just seeing a reflection of himself right now. However, he is a brave adult, he wanted this kid and he is going to outpass this like any other thing. So he just sits down next to his kid, helps them to calm down, and then tries to explain the exercice again and helps them to go through. Now, Papyrus is not very good at sciences and maths, but thank god Uncle Sans is here. You're all learning something new.

Underswap Sans - He lets the kid have a mental breakdown and say nothing. Dealing with pressure is a thing his kid is going to face all his life. Blue got way too protective over Honey, and now Honey has absolutely no self confidence, so he takes a step back. However, once the kid is done with the homework, he's taking them to see a movie as a reward. He's not crual.

Underswap Papyrus - He feels so damn powerless. He hates to see his child cry and he wants to help, but Blue told him he had to let his kid experiment life too and to stop getting so damn protective about little things. Now, Honey tried. He really, really tried, but he just can't. After a moment, he rushes in the room to hug his kid and finishes his homework lol. He knows it's bad, but you know what? Blue is not here and he will never know.

Underfell Sans - He has no patience at all, but it's not really his fault. When he was little, if you didn't learn things quickly, you die. So yeah, he's a bit harsh, asking his kid to stop whining, that his exercise will not complete all by itself and that crying will change nothing since he'll have to do it later. Not so surprisingly, the kid is now sobbing even louder. Welp, S/O will have to do something instead. He's not assuming the fact the kid is still crying after his "motivational speech" and now he is panicking.

Underfell Papyrus - A bit like Blue, he lets the kid struggle for a while. After all, that's how you learn things : the hard way. He knows it quite well, he used to do the same thing every time Undyne beat him up in a fight during his royal guard training. However, after a while, he steps in to help. He wants his kid to do this by themselves, it's always more satisfying once you finally succeed on a thing you are working so hard for, but he's not against explaining things again or direct the kid towards the lesson he needs to use for this exercise so he can read them again.

Horrortale Sans - Kid. Crying. So louuuuuud. Oak is really not useful in this. He hates kids crying, and maybe he needs help, but Oak has a headache right now and he will just go to take a nap. If the kid really needs help, just go see uncle Willow.

Horrortale Papyrus - It's stressing him out. In his world, kids crying means they were dying of hunger, and he can't stop bringing food to his kid. Once he realised the kid is upset because of his homework, he calms down and sit with them to help the best he can. He's not very good, but he can explain the exercise again and help to understand difficult points in the kid's lessons. He will not give up. And then, once it's done, he gives his kid food again. Just to be sure they're not dying, you know.

Swapfell Sans - Urgh. The kid well knows Nox hates people crying. It's pissing him off. So, he takes the damn homework and does it instead of the kid. But then, the next day, the kid got a F. Nox was so pissed he came to see the teacher and fight with them, screaming this is bullshit, only confirming to the teacher he did the work instead of the kid. Woops.

Swapfell Papyrus - Dude, let him do this. He takes the homework, teleports in a field, put the paper into cow poop, then bring it home. "if you teacher asks, a cow eat your paper and then got it out. now if you're teacher wants to read it, that's their problem, you brought it back." Unsurprisingly, the teacher is not very happy about that. But, eh, at least the kid didn't have to stress over this anymore.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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bittersweetmelxdy · 5 years

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i'm really enjoying reading your headcanons so far ^^ so if its not too much trouble would you mind writing headcanons for the bois and an mc going into labor while their at work or something? ( i imagine minor and eli would probably have to physically hold gavin back from bursting into the emergency room XD)

Victor:

He had dropped you off at work, with strict instructions for your staff to call him if anything happens.

Now when he said that he expected just a call if you got too emotional and needed a phone call to calm you down (for some reason you had started to get severe separation anxiety from him as the due date drew closer).

What he did not expect was halfway through a meeting with the LFG shareholders, Goldman burst into the room breathless and just yelled, “Sir, she’s gone into labour!”

Victor felt his mind freeze, his brain just stopped functioning, he stood up abruptly, and said, “We’ll have to postpone the meeting from here.” before leaving, striding purposefully out of the room back to his office, where he grabbed his coat and left, Goldman already cancelling the rest of his meetings and appointments for the day.

Spent the whole drive to the hospital gripping the steering wheel with a vice-like grip, knuckles white with tension.

When he got there, he had to wait outside, and you had already gone into labour.

Spent the hours, extremely restless, pacing back and forth, sitting down then standing up, if your colleagues weren’t as nervous as him, they would’ve found it hilarious.

When the doctor came out to say you were okay, Victor didn’t even wait to hear whether it was a boy or a girl, he pushed past the doctor into the room, hellbent of seeing his wife.

When he saw you, sweating from exertion and physically drained he was floored, he approached you carefully, before leaning over to place a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling down at you

“Dummy, you scared me half to death.” he scolded, but his tone was so affectionate and soft.

“Sorry, Victor, she just couldn’t wait to meet us.” you said tiredly.

“She?”

“Yeah,” you smiled as the nurses reappeared with your baby in their arms, having just come back from cleaning her, “Our baby girl.”

“Would you like to hold her, Sir?” the nurse asked, and Victor nodded slowly.

He sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, and the nurses placed the bundle carefully into his arms, the baby blinked up her eyes and Victor, then started to cry. He shushed her, rocking her gently in his arms til she settled and just stared up at him.

“Hello.” he breathed, “I’m glad to finally meet you.”

Lucien:

To be honest, Lucien missed the birth.

He was swamped in research recently and when he gets in the zone, he kinda forgets his surroundings, so when the call comes in that you’ve gone into labour, he didn’t hear when the phone rang as it wasn’t on his person, so all your phone calls went straight to voicmail.

You can’t blame him (it’s a rule, you can’t have your phone in a lab, I would know I have two labs a week), so when his experiment was finally over and he had tidied everything up, that’s when he checked his phone.

And saw you had left 6 voicemails, he listened to every one as he made his way to his car, his nerves increasing, as he heard your breathing become more laboured over the phone, as you relayed to him, “We’re in Loveland hospital, we’ll be waiting for you so be safe, love you.”.

At a red light he put his head against the steering wheel and sighed audibly, you were in immense pain right now, and you were still thinking of him. Smiling tightly, he straightens and tapped the steering wheel impatiently as he waited for the light to change.

When he arrived at the hospital, he was very much calm on the outside but frayed nerves on the inside. Especially when the nurses told him that the both the baby and the mother were safe, he had missed the birth, his heart sank.

Hesitated outside the ward room for a few minutes, wondering whether to go in or not, when the door slid open and Anna smiled up at him before saying over her shoulder, “On second thoughts Boss, I’m heading back to the office, your husband’s here to look after you now.”. Anna breezed past him, offering a happy congratulations to him and Lucien watched her leave, before collecting his wits and stepping into the hospital room.

You lay on the bed, completely drained, rosy cheeks, and you beamed tiredly up at him from where you lay, holding out a hand towards him.

Lucien walked towards you, taking your hand in both of his and kissing your knuckles firmly, “Listen Y/N I’m-”

“Don’t worry Lucien, you’re here now and that’s all that matters, plus your daughter’s been waiting to meet you.”

Lucien pressed a light kiss on your lips before moving to the crib at the side of the room, he looked at your quizzically, and you nodded slightly, Lucien then carefully picked up the baby and watched her in wonder, as she opened her eyes at him, and he choked back a gasp seeing she had his eyes, his mind bringing back the memory of the two of you in the kitchen.

You laughed lightly, breaking his spell, and he looked over at you, “She has your eyes.” you smiled lovingly at him and Lucien placed the baby back in the crib and stroked her cheek lightly, saying quietly before moving back to hug you tightly,

“Hello little butterfly welcome to the world.”

Kiro:

Kiro was filming all day today, but you know he wouldn’t let you be further than 10 metres from him, took him so long to convince Savin to take you with him (read: Savin realising that Kiro wasn’t going to give up on this, decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to argue with him and agreed.)

Kiro spent all the time he wasn’t on camera, fussing over you, making sure you were comfortable and well looked after by the staff whilst he was gone. The Behind the Scenes footage of Kiro the doting husband is going to give his fans a heart attack, the staff joked to you.

Then you were just waiting for Kiro, standing on the side of the set when a sharp pain shot through your abdomen. You clutched your stomach, and the staff around you, knowing the circumstances immediately led you to sit down on a sofa, the commotion caught the attention of Kiro, he ran off camera to your side immediately.

“Miss Chips what’s wrong!”

“I think- I-I think my water broke.”

Kiro.exe has stopped working. The baby was coming, he was so shell shocked that Savin had to place his hand on his shoulder and tell hi that the ambulance was on its way and he needed to breathe, “Right now Y/N needs you to be calm, so calm down.” and Savin walked outside to be able to direct the ambulance to you.

Kiro obviously rides in the ambulance with you, his hand is tightly clasped in yours but neither of you knew who was gripping harder, both of your nerves were shot right now.

Kiro wasn’t allowed to be in the delivery room, no matter how much he argued with the doctor, because he was way too stressed, and his stress was causing you to stress over his stress, “She needs to remain calm during this time, so you’re welcome to pop your head in a bit, but please remain outside.”

Kiro foot bounced restlessly, and Savin tried to distract him by reading him the well wishes of fans, (Savin had announced on social media that you had gone in labour, while Kiro argued with the doctor), but Kiro was only half listening.

Kiro actually had to walk all over the hospital three times just to work off all his nervous energy, this did help distract him, as he made an imprompto visit to the children’s ward and sang a little bit for the children.

When the nurses finally announced that you and the babies were safe Kiro literally jumped up, his eyes lighting up, he thanked the doctor profusely and rushed into the room, barrelling past the nurses holding his children to cradle your face in his hand and press a flurry of kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle weakly.

“My amazing Miss Chips, thank you!”

“Don’t think you should at least meet your children before you say that.” you laughed breathlessly.

Kiro turned to watched the two nurses holding two bundles (one pink and one blue) and both of them showed expressions of amusement. He blushed and smiled sheepishly, before settling onto the bed next to you pressing a final kiss to your cheek as you were given the pink bundle and he was given the blue bundle.

He beamed, brighter than the sun, as he watched raptly as the two babies, his two babies, his twin babies, squirmed in their blankets, blinked their eyes and looking around at the brand-new world they were now in.

“Miss Chips, you gave me one of each, you amazing woman.” he laughed loudly kissing you soundly on the lips, as you held the twins in each of your arms.

Gavin:

Gavin flat out refuse to go on any missions as soon as you hit the third trimester, he told the Loveland Police and the chief of STF “I don’t care if the city is on fire, nothing is taking me away from my wife, until our baby is born.”

So, he was on desk duty and simple patrol cases, as you knew he was getting restless, but your heart swelled at the fact he was doing this so you wouldn’t be worried about him.

You were at the office, but you weren’t doing any work, Gavin just didn’t want you to be alone whilst he was at work so he left you in the office where you would be looked after by your colleagues.

You had felt slight discomfort all day, but you shrugged it off, until when Minor and Willow was watching over you during your lunch break, you felt a sharp pain and a wetness around your stomach area.

“Minor call Gavin now!” You said sharply, “Willow call the ambulance, I’m going into labour.”

Willow nodded and whilst she was on the phone with the ambulance she bustled around the room, grabbing your bag and things and placing them next to you. Minor however looked like he was going to have a breakdown, as he tried to calmly tell Gavin “Listen Gavin, bro, Y/N’s going into labour.” you felt bad for Minor as he winced at whatever Gavin was yelling into the receiver.

Minor rode with you in the ambulance, and he was ten times more nervous than you, probably because if you got hurt in any way Gavin would kill him.

Minor waited outside as you were in the delivery room and he watched Gavin and Eli stride into the hospital corridor, Gavin’s hair a mess from him raking his hands through it multiple times. He immediately found a doctor who had just popped out of the room, and demanded to know how you were, the open door allowed him to hear a scream of pain from you.

Gavin had to be held back by both Eli and Minor, both of them had to calm him down and he all but collapsed into the waiting chair outside the room and buried his hands in his hands cursing under his breath.

He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t. You were his light, his family. His home.

When the doctor finally came back out once again and said you were ready for visitors, Gavin wasted no time in entering the room.

You lay there, eyes closed, and Gavin’s blood ran cold, thinking the worst, he walked up to you and you opened your eyes the watch him. He blinked, tears spilling from his eyes and he smiled before shakingly leaning down and kissing you lightly on the lips, lingering to hear you breathe, just to know you were okay, that you were alive and were still with him.

He helped you sit up a bit and watched as the nurse came back in with a blue bundle, he reached out, and you huffed a laugh at his enthusiasm.

Gavin cradled the baby boy in his arms, making sure you could still clearly see him, the boy opened his eyes and started to cry a little at the new lighting but after Gavin bounced him lightly, he calmed down.

“Thank you love, he’s perfect.” Gavin said leaning his head against yours and his eyes softening at the precious bundle in his arms.

#mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien #mlqc kiro #mlqc gavin #mr love queen's choice #mr love victor #mr love gavin #mr love lucien #mr love kiro #love and producer

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Pretty Mess Chapter 5 (Chiona)

A/N: well boy has it been a hot minute since I updated this fic. This chapter’s been sitting in my folder for ages, and after nearly a full damn year of not updating, she back. Life just got super busy, and I actually became more of a twitter stan so I wasn’t really on tumblr that much. But, nevertheless, here I am! I’m gonna try write and update a bit more frequently at least until I get this done, because I got a bit attached to this fic to be completely honest. Hope y'all enjoy xx

TW: s*lf h*rm mention, weed, swearing

Roy didn’t hear from him again for another two weeks. Although upset, he decided to leave Danny be for a while, so he didn’t seem too eager. But then a week and a half went by, and Roy started to get frustrated. It seemed as though Danny was ignoring him. Obviously, the kiss had bothered him to the point that he needed to keep his distance.

The events of that night continued to play out in Roy’s head. Everything from his comforting Danny to the feeling of his soft, plump lips against his. The look of disappointment he could have sworn that Danny had when he said that they should forget the kiss ever happened (however this was probably just Roy’s mind playing tricks on him). He didn’t regret the kiss, not one bit. He’d been wanting to kiss Danny for a long time, and it felt amazing to finally let out all the pent-up emotions he’d had toward the younger queen. But what he did regret was that he had clearly taken it too far. Danny had jolted away so quickly as soon as Roy reached down for his pants that Roy thought he had accidentally hurt him or something. But that wasn’t the case. What confused him, however, was that Danny had taken off both of their shirts, instigating something a little bit more than a make out session, yet pulled away so fast, and so suddenly. Like he was repulsed. Roy had mulled the entire situation over, unable to stop himself from thinking about it, and he realised that Danny probably had a reality check. Sobered up a little bit, and realised what it was that he was doing. And Roy would be lying if he said that the thought of that didn’t make his heart sink.

The only other thing he regretted was not asking more about that fucking blade. Sure, he didn’t want to pry anything out of Danny, or make him uncomfortable. But there was clearly something wrong; Danny was normally really emotional ; he cried a lot; and often thought with his heart and not his head. And it was understandable for him to be upset, since he’d just had a mental breakdown, which had been filmed and would most likely end up being broadcast on television. However there was something off about Danny, like there was something more there that he wasn’t telling anyone. And Roy knew that this blade had something do to it, judging by the way Danny completely froze when he brought it up. And as much as he didn’t want to think about it, the first thing that sprung to mind was that Danny could be cutting himself. It made lots of sense for this to be the case; the blade in the backpack and Danny’s clear nervousness when Roy asked about the blade suggested it. Even though this was most likely what was the problem, Roy desperately hoped that this wasn’t the case. Danny deserved the world, and Roy didn’t want to see him anything but happy.

Roy caught himself smiling thinking of him; thinking of his gorgeous smile and infectious laugh; his carefree, messy attitude that Roy admired; how gorgeous his green eyes were. Holy fuck, he was in deep for this boy and he was only just realising it now. The feelings had always been there, he just never admitted them to himself until that damn kiss. But when Danny pulled away, that’s when Roy knew that he could confirm that these feelings were more than just a little crush. Never before had he felt such disappointment, such a strong feeling of emotional frustration, the feeling of a strong lump forming in his throat as he choked back tears. Because he knew. He knew that Danny saw him only as a friend and this bothered Roy more than he cared to admit.

Roy was in the middle of a rollercoaster of emotions and it was fucking exhausting. And on top of all of this, he was worried about Danny. At first, he thought that he was just distancing himself from Roy, especially after the kiss. But then, after two weeks of Danny being inactive on social media, and multiple texts from some of the All Stars 2 queens asking after him due to him not responding to their messages, the only thing on Roy’s mind was whether Danny was okay. And before he knew it, Roy had found himself sitting in his car outside the front of Danny’s apartment.

He was debating with himself as to if he should go and see Danny. He didn’t want to seem like he was pushy or anything, he just needed to know that his friend was okay. And despite the somewhat positive note that their last meeting had ended with, Roy was terrified to confront Danny. However, his legs were carrying him to the front door before he could even consider driving away.

As he knocked on the door, his breathing grew uneven. After a few seconds, he heard movement behind the door and his breath hitched in his throat. Quickly, he tried to relax his face a bit and even out his breathing. Never let a bitch see you sweat.

The front door swung open, and Roy was immediately met with the strong smell of weed and the sound of David Bowie being played over the speakers… He looked up to see Danny, and he could have sworn that his heart skipped a beat. His black hair was dishevelled and messy, yet adorable, and he had some intense stubble. His face was slightly red, and a little bit puffy, bags circling his eyes, but he somehow still looked beautiful. To top it off he was wearing long pyjama pants and an oversized t shirt, and he looked so incredibly cozy.

Danny’s expression softened slightly when he saw that it was Roy on the other side of his door.

“Hey, chola” Roy said, with a small smile.

“Hey, bitch” Danny smiled, running a hand through his messy hair and leaning slightly against the doorframe.

“Good to see you’re still alive, I was coming over here to check on you” Roy immediately justified, “Obviously you haven’t been responding to anyone’s texts because you’ve been too busy turning your house into a hot box, Laganja”.

Danny pulled a face.

“My phone’s been on airplane mode, you asshole,” he laughed, with a smile that seemed more like a grimace, “Come in.” Danny grabbed Roy’s hand and pulled him inside.

“Why’s it been on airplane mode?” Roy asked, noticing the multiple cigarette butts and empty beer bottles littered all around the house, mostly on the floor of the lounge room.

Danny slumped down on the couch and attempted to clean up a bit.

“I’ve just been having a bit of a creative rush, I needed space to concentrate”

“Did you get anything done?” Roy asked, finding a place to sit.

“Yeah, I started writing a few songs!” Danny’s eyes lit up, immediately stopping his cleaning quest and dropping the beer bottles back on the coffee table again. Roy couldn’t help but smirk. “Do you wanna hear?”

Roy bit his lip to suppress a grin.

“Of course queen! I can pay you with love instead of money for once, being your sugar daddy can get a bit boring sometimes”

Danny laughed and hit him lightly on the shoulder, but Roy was instantly kicking himself for referring to himself as Danny’s ‘sugar daddy’, especially after what happened the last time they saw each other. Danny didn’t seem to take any notice of it, however, and Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay, so I don’t know what to call this one yet but I’m really proud of what I have so far, I just have a verse and the chorus-”

“Just sing, chola” Roy jokingly snapped, a warm smile on his face as he interjected the younger boy’s blabbering.

Danny, although not showing it, was incredibly nervous. This song was written about Roy, and Danny really hoped that he wouldn’t pick up on it. But he was too proud of what he had written to keep it hidden away, so he was going to take the risk. When his breathing calmed down, he opened his mouth and sang.

Road trip when I lost my crown

To get away from this crazy town

He never seemed to look my way

My lover stays with his poker face…

You know how they say I only have eyes for you?

Well you better be looking back at me babe…

Said you better be looking back at me babe

You know how they say I only have eyes for you?

Well you better be looking back at me babe…

Said you better be looking back at me babe

It always shocked Roy when Danny started singing. He would always forget how amazing his voice was until he heard it again, and every time he did he was caught by surprise. And hearing it like this; singing such a beautiful song…it left Roy absolutely floored.

“That’s all I’ve got so far” Danny told him, biting his lip and waiting for feedback.

“Wow, Danny…that was amazing” Roy complimented, breathless, looking up at a beaming Danny.

“I’m so fuckin proud of myself, you have no idea”

“That’s so great, willow” Roy grinned “But just please don’t disappear like that again; I was worried about you”

“I’m sorry” Danny sighed, comfortingly squeezing Roy’s shoulder “I just needed some space”

“I know.“ Roy said softly, “But, Queen, I got so many texts asking if I knew whether you were okay, I couldn’t even get through them all”

“Oh shit, really?”

“No one’s heard from you for two weeks, Danny”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t really think too much of it” Danny frowned, reaching over to his phone and switching off airplane mode for the first time in 2 weeks. Immediately, it erupted with thousands of notifications, and Danny’s eyes widened.

“I don’t see how you managed to go without your phone for so long, that’s some impressive shit, Danny” Roy scoffed sarcastically. Danny hummed in agreement, with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. Roy assumed he was focusing on something on his phone, so he didn’t think anything of it.

Danny was telling the truth; he had spent the last two weeks writing music. But it wasn’t the whole truth. The past fortnight had consisted of him sleeping, moping around, chain smoking (and then getting upset when he struggled to hit the high notes), drinking, eating junk, cutting most days, and spending most of the time completely zoned out. And on top of all of this, he hadn’t showered in a while, and probably smelled like death. He wasn’t going to tell Roy, though; he had done so much to comfort Danny recently, and he didn’t want to be weak in front of someone so strong.

“I better let people know I’m not dead” Danny scoffed, picking up his phone and trying to avoid the oncoming silence between them.

“Good idea, queen. Twitter’s been going off wondering where the hell you disappeared to”

As Danny typed up a tweet, Roy’s mind was whirring. How long was it going to be before they talked about what happened between them? Was it even something they needed to talk about, or was he just reading to far into the situation? Was it just him feeling the sexual tension between them? He didn’t want to ruin the mood; even though Roy could tell it was a façade, Danny seemed happy and vibrant, and he didn’t really want to make things uncomfortable. So, albeit hesitantly, Roy kept his mouth shut.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Danny asked, breaking his train of thought.

“No, I don’t think so, why?”

“We’re having a movie day” Danny announced, putting down his phone and pulling Roy over to the couch before he could protest.

“Maybe I should clean up a little bit first, though” Danny mused, beginning to gather up the multiple empty beer cans strewn across the room.

“You think, queen? It looks like something blew up in here” Roy stated dryly, proceeding to help his friend clear everything away, “How the fuck do you live like this?”

“I’m a messy slut” Danny winked.

After they had cleaned the living room, Danny was walking toward the couch cradling a six pack of beers and a large bowl of popcorn.

“There you go, chola” Danny handed Roy a beer and carefully sat down on the couch.

“You can choose what we watch, queen, I don’t mind” Roy normally wouldn’t be so quick to let Danny choose what they watched, most of their movie nights involving lots and lots of negotiations, but Roy wanted to make him happy. They finally decided on Halloween (Danny’s favourite move), and as the credits started an uncomfortable silence suddenly fell over the pair of them. And what made it so uncomfortable was that they were sitting on either end of the couch, as far away from each other as possible.

Roy shifted in his spot, nervously taking quite a large sip of his beer. The strange silence was obviously the product of their kiss two weeks ago; otherwise they’d be cuddled up on the couch together, a calming and comfy silence shared between the two of them, just like normal. But because of the kiss, they were as far away from each other as they possibly could be on the couch. The kiss was playing on the back of both of their minds, and the thought of it was exactly what made the air awkward. It was almost like they were scared to get too close to each other, afraid of what would happen if someone initiated any type of contact, even if it was platonic.

And Danny didn’t like the atmosphere one bit. He quickly became jittery and anxious, bouncing his leg up and down as he tried to focus on the movie. For some reason, Roy’s silence made Danny assume that he was mad or something about the fact that he had pulled away from the kiss. And Danny didn’t like the thought of Roy being upset at him one bit. Unable to shut his mind up, he abruptly rushed out of the room, returning with a bong and some of his weed stash. As he placed everything down on the coffee table, Roy watched his shaky hands set everything out.

“Chola, you do realise that if you keep smoking that shit you’re gonna wreck your voice” Roy commented, watching Danny lean his back against the couch as he ground the weed up.

“I know” Danny snapped. Roy opened his mouth to respond, but was left lost for words. Danny obviously needed to smoke to calm himself down, so Roy decided not to comment.

Danny visibly relaxed as soon as he took a hit; his shoulders drooping lazily; his breathing slowing and eyes closing. But Roy couldn’t figure out why he seemed so on edge in the first place; normally he was relaxed when they were around each other, Danny always saying that Roy was one of the few people who could keep him calm. Jesus Christ, Roy thought, This kiss has really fucked things up. He hoped and prayed that things were only awkward because it was still fresh in their minds.

The smell of weed immediately filled to room, and Roy screwed up his nose.

“Sorry. I’m just a bit on edge” Danny admitted, distracting himself by blowing smoke rings into the air.

“I can tell. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, fine” Danny gave him a reassuring smile. “Come here” Danny grabbed his phone and pulled Roy in close to him, holding it up to take a picture of them. Roy pouted his lips and used the picture as an excuse to nestle into Danny as close as he could. When Danny took the picture, he kept his head resting against Roy’s chest as he captioned it.

‘Movie nights with this fucker @thebiancadelrio’

Roy grinned softly at the caption, watching as Danny posted it to his Instagram. He kept his head resting against Roy’s chest and brought his attention back to the movie. The weed had calmed him down to a point that he was feeling brave.

His body tensed up at first, but eventually Roy casually looped his arm around Danny’s waist and snuggled into him. And in that moment, everything was perfect. Neither of them were uncomfortable. Neither of them were unhappy. They were just wrapped around each other, savouring the intimate moment.

Danny was trying to watch the movie, but his mind was focusing on how lovely it felt to be cuddled up next to Roy like this. He had a warm feeling across his chest from the weed, and he was contentedly sleepy, eyes half shut. The atmosphere had suddenly gone from awkward to comfortable, and Danny was so fucking glad. His mind was racing, however, struggling to steer his thoughts away from Roy to focus on the film he’d already seen so many times. It was much easier said than done. After debating with his head, Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck it, he thought, turning his head to face Roy.

“Roy” Danny asked, looking up at the older man. Roy stared down at him with a warm smile on his face. Danny stared at him like he was trying to memorise how his face looked, smiling softly as his eyes scanned the dark brown eyes, olive skin and dark stubble on his jaw.

“Yeah?” Roy asked, eyes unable to move away from Danny’s.

Before Danny could change his mind, he quickly pressed his lips against Roy’s in a small peck, leaving them there for a little while. When Danny felt Roy softly kiss back, his stomach lurched, and he tried his hardest to suppress a grin. Then he broke the kiss with another peck, before whipping his head back around to focus on the movie again, nestling his head back into Roy’s shoulder, trying to hide the massive smile on his face. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, moving in closer.

Roy’s eyes widened, completely taken by surprise. Grinning like an idiot (and grateful that Danny’s back was turned so he couldn’t see the look on his face), Roy bent down and pressed a kiss to Danny’s forehead before shifting slightly and nestling into him.Roy had never had such a blissful moment in his life.

#biadore #adore delano #bianca del rio #chiona #pretty mess #tw self harm #fluff #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant

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Imperfections (38/?)

this fic is getting so off track but i think it still loosely counts as a series rewrite...there are just so many plot points i need to make sure i address. apparently

ao3

“Found it!” Ms. Calendar tossed a book to Giles, looking extremely proud of herself, and took a quick bite from her plate of spaghetti.

Giles caught the book, holding it protectively to his chest. “This is an antique,” he began indignantly.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t throw books, you’re an absolute heathen, Jenny, how dare you,” Ms. Calendar waved a hand dismissively, moving forward to open the book for Giles. “Look at this.”

Willow stepped forward, peering over Ms. Calendar’s shoulder. “Anyanka,” she read aloud. “Renowned vengeance demon, specializing in…scorned women.”

“Bad breakups!” Ms. Calendar sounded positively delighted. “And Charlotte’s been upset over her ex-boyfriend—it all fits.”

“Not the part where Ms. Emerson went all Invisible-Woman on us,” Xander interjected. “That doesn’t seem like something a vengeance demon would do.”

“No, see,” Faith’s eyes lit up, “she wished that no one could see or hear her, ‘cause she felt like she was making a scene, and Anyanka grants wishes, right?”

“Jenny, you’ve got tomato sauce on your nose,” Giles was saying at the same time. “What? Oh, yes—it does say here—Anyanka has the power to grant any wish made by a vengeful woman.”

“And she chose to grant that one?” said Ms. Calendar with amusement. “That’s pretty literal-minded.”

“Okay, so we know why Anyanka turned Ms. Emerson invisible,” said Buffy, handing Willow a plate of spaghetti. Willow, who was particularly hungry after the action-packed last few hours, gratefully started eating. “That doesn’t tell us how to turn her back.”

“According to this, Anyanka’s power is in her necklace,” Giles explained, handing Ms. Calendar the book to take a serving of spaghetti. “Thank you, Buffy. Theoretically, if we could break the necklace, that would then break the power of Anyanka’s spell on Ms. Emerson.”

“Or we could ask nicely,” Willow suggested. “I don’t think Anyanka meant to turn Ms. Emerson invisible, exactly.”

Ms. Calendar shook her head. “There are definitely patron saints of scorned women who don’t do harm,” she said. “I remember after a really bad breakup in my teens, I called on the help of one of them to help me heal. But Anyanka is a vengeance demon, and that’s a very, very different thing.”

“So how do we get the necklace?” Oz asked.

“I’m going to summon Anyanka,” Ms. Calendar replied. She hesitated, thinking, then, “Rupert, could you break up with me for a second?”

“What?” said Giles, looking honestly bewildered.

“Just—you know, as a precaution,” said Ms. Calendar, as matter-of-factly as if she was asking Giles to do the dishes. “That way, I can honestly tell Anyanka that she’s been summoned by a scorned woman.” She took another bite of spaghetti.

Giles still looked a little confused, but replied, “Right, um—I hereby terminate our relationship.”

Ms. Calendar choked on her spaghetti and started laughing.

“Giles,” Buffy whispered very audibly, “never use the word ‘terminate’ to break up with someone.”

“Yes, thank you, Buffy,” said Giles irritably. “Jenny, I really am breaking up with you. Stop laughing.”

“Yeah, Ms. Calendar,” Xander chimed in, grinning. “You don’t look scorned.”

Still giggling, Ms. Calendar staggered over to take the book from Giles. “God, I can’t even look at you,” she managed, hitting him lightly with the book. “Such a dork.” She looked over at the group, and her smile faded a little. “Everyone stay in the kitchen, okay?” she said. “This thing is between me and Anyanka. I don’t want anyone caught in the crossfire.”

“I actually think—” Giles began.

“No men,” Ms. Calendar reminded him.

“That wasn’t what I had in mind,” said Giles a little irritably. “I was merely going to say that I think you should have a Slayer assist you. You can summon Anyanka, and the Slayer can take the necklace.”

“Why just one?” Faith grinned at Buffy. “Two makes it all the more fun.”

Even after all the stuff that had gone down in the factory, Willow felt more than a little left out. Magic was her thing with Ms. Calendar. “Can I help too?” she asked, already pretty sure she knew the answer.

Ms. Calendar looked between Buffy, Willow, and Faith, then said, “You know what? I think Buffy’s going to help me on this one. Faith, you and Willow can help set up the ritual, but then I want you both to go to the kitchen too, okay?”

This wasn’t at all what Willow had expected. Judging by the expressions on Buffy’s and Faith’s faces, they hadn’t seen that one coming either. “Okay,” said Willow, still a little surprised, but not feeling quite as sidelined.

“Okay,” Faith agreed, picking up the pot of spaghetti. “Should I finish up serving dinner?”

Buffy paced the living room while Ms. Calendar prepared herbs and materials for the ritual. Everyone else was having dinner in the kitchen, and a part of her kind of wished she was there; she’d never really gotten the chance to connect with Ms. Calendar, and she was honestly still a little worried that Ms. Calendar might harbor some resentment towards her.

Sure, Ms. Calendar was nice and all, but Buffy still didn’t know all that much about her. And more and more, she was beginning to feel the effects of that. Willow would gush about something particularly witty Ms. Calendar had said, and Faith—well, obviously Faith didn’t gush, but there was clear affection in Faith’s voice whenever she brought up Ms. Calendar at all. It made Buffy feel strangely left out. She wanted to appreciate Ms. Calendar for more than just being Giles’s girlfriend, but she didn’t know where to start.

“Why’d you want me to help out?” Buffy asked without thinking.

Ms. Calendar looked up from where she was setting up the last of the herbs. “What?”

“Why me?” Buffy repeated, feeling a little embarrassed to even ask. It was too late to go back now, though, so she continued. “I mean—Faith’s pretty much your Slayer, and you and Willow have that whole magic thing going on. Why just me?”

Ms. Calendar smiled slightly. “Because,” she said, “you’re important to Rupert, and therefore important to me.”

The answer was simple, and it made Buffy feel warmed and guilty at the same time. She didn’t like that Ms. Calendar still liked her. If the situation were reversed, she sure wouldn’t like Ms. Calendar. “I wasn’t exactly great to you last year,” she said. “And I barely know you.”

“Another reason why I want you to help me out,” Ms. Calendar replied without missing a beat. “Nothing like taking down a centuries-old vengeance demon to get to know someone.”

Buffy smiled nervously and handed Ms. Calendar the spellbook. “You ready?”

“All set,” Ms. Calendar agreed. “Get ready to tackle her when she shows up.” She began to read. “Oh, Anyanka, I beseech thee,” she recited, giving Buffy a small, encouraging grin. “In the name of all women scorned…” She sprinkled a handful of herbs onto the fire. “Come before me,” she finished.

Quietly, and without fanfare, a demon appeared in the middle of the room.

“Huh,” said Buffy.

“Why have you called on me?” Anyanka asked somewhat imperiously.

“I’m a scorned woman with a wish to make,” said Ms. Calendar seriously. “See, my boyfriend just terminated our relationship—”

“You think I don’t know your trickery?” Anyanka demanded. “There is no wrath in your heart! I have seen the look of a vengeful woman, and you are not one, so why have you called on me?”

“All right, enough’s enough,” Buffy announced. As Anyanka turned to look at her, Buffy tackled her, grabbing the demon’s wrists and holding on tight. “Ms. Calendar, get the pendant!” she shouted.

Ms. Calendar rushed over, pulling the necklace away from the demon. The chain snapped. “Guys, get in here!” Ms. Calendar shouted, just as Anyanka broke free of Buffy’s hold in an attempt to retrieve her necklace.

In the commotion, Buffy managed to grab the necklace herself, tossing it across the room to Giles. “Smash it!” she yelled.

Anyanka let go of Ms. Calendar, rushing Giles. He threw the necklace behind him to Faith, who placed the necklace carefully down on the floor and stomped on it as hard as she could.

A ripple passed through the living room—

“God, I wish no one could see me like this!” the teacher burst out. “Or—or even hear me!”

“Done,” said the other woman ominously.

Shit, thought Faith, that’s weird. She decided that she would wait on getting the frozen peas.

“Wait—done,” she heard the other woman saying as she left.

“I wish Robert was in as much pain as I was,” the teacher continued, sniffling. “I wish he was in more pain than I was!”

“Done!” The other woman sounded extremely frustrated.

Faith rounded the corner to the shopping cart, smiling at the group. “Hey,” she said. “We might have to wait on getting the frozen peas. Some teacher’s having a breakdown about her ex-boyfriend.”

“I’m guessing that’s Ms. Emerson,” said Jen sympathetically. “At least she’s got a friend on staff. Some substitute teacher—”

“Yikes,” said Xander. “You never can tell with substitute teachers in Sunnydale.”

#fic #imperfections #i took out a section that was basically just anya being sulky #but i might post it later as a tiny standalone

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capture-a-story · 7 years

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Behind Them: Aimee Desiree

Aimee is french for Dearly Loved and Desiree is French for Desired One.

But Aimee Desiree was neither loved or desired. And neither did she love, but she was desired once, and after she wasn’t wanted anymore, it was set that Aimee desired for a true home.

As a toddler Aimee was left to an Orphanage, she didn’t like it there, but she didn’t understand what happened to her. She was a kid. The questions she should’ve been asking were never asked. But her stay there wasn’t long, about a few months later a couple took her in the year 1998 by Lottie and David Baxter. The reason why they were at that place was because they’d receive tragic news back in 1996. They learned they couldn’t have a child. After years of mourning, the couple decided that they were ready to use Plan B, even if some wounds were still healing. They thought that, if they had a child, even if it wasn’t their own, it would fill the holes in their hearts.

When Aimee came back with them, she was greeted with streamers and cake and well decorated house.

“We’re family now Aimee, I’m mommy and this is Daddy” “Come here little nugget! Wanna play?”

David took Aimee and played rough with her, they imagined as if they were flying in the skies. If you passed by their window at that second, you’d be happy for Aimee, and you’d be happy for the couple. If you passed by any later, your heart would beat a sad tone.

“David let me hold her” “Sure honey” “Hey there Aimee, would you like some cake?” Lottie said as she placed her daughter on the high chair. As she laid the sliced cake on the plate, Lottie thought “This isn’t the life I should be living.” She dropped what she was holding and the crash of the porcelain triggered Aimee to cry.

“David.. I can’t do this. It shouldn’t be like this” she went off to their bedroom, thinking of all she’s done. She thought of all the times she’s done wrong and wondered why the universe made her pay this price.

David couldn’t leave his daughter to cry, and immediately carried her. He took her to her bedroom while singing a lullaby that calmed Lottie too. When Aimee stopped crying he told her a bedtime story, and his wife watched from the door.

“You’re a natural at this, you connect to her so well. Maybe I should just leave.” “Lottie, it’s our first day, we were waiting for Aimee all our lives. You can’t give up now, you were doing so well before you spaced out. What was on your mind?” “Weren’t we waiting for Naomi, David? What about Naomi? or Kenneth? or Collin and Caroline? We never thought of.. of.. of Aimee?” “Those are just names, honey. What’s important is that we’re a family now” “I don’t know where I went wrong.” “Lottie, there’s no going back on this. We can’t abandon her, we love her!” “I saw her smile, I saw her eyes, and I didn’t see you, neither did I see me. She’s not ours.” “Lottie you’re just tired, you’re not thinking straight, give me a kiss and let’s go to bed. You’ll see how much sunshine she’ll give our lives.” “....you’re right, yeah I’m just overthinking things I guess, she’s very bright and warm, just like you too.” “See? That’s my girl.”

Aimee waddled to her room, she wasn’t sure what the conversation she just heard, meant, but it became clearer to her as she grew up. But for that time, she slept soundly knowing she had a family.

And for that time as well, David was right, the next day and the following years she welcomed Aimee in loving arms. She pretended that her little breakdown didn’t happen and pressed her negativity down. She loved her life, Aimee, and she loved her too. Her strength was David. But you can’t hide the feelings you believe in, over time you’ll lose strength to press it down and will come springing and flying. And it will. It did.

Between Lottie and David, David was sure he loved Aimee. He was the one who managed all the papers and did the research for all of this to happen. Meanwhile, Lottie was still blaming herself that they had to go through all this work.

Aimee felt his love, he felt it through the times she broke her toys. Through the times she cried at a classmate. Through the times she was bullied. Through the times she failed a test. Through the times they were late for her piano recital. Through the times she was growing up. Whenever she felt lost, her father’s embrace took her back on the right track.

2009

Drip drop drip drop. The rains were louder than the radio in the car. But that didn’t stop Aimee and David to duet their favorite song. As they was driving through the foggy night, David asked to turn down the music. He couldn’t see through the haze, but he saw the biggest smile on his daughter’s face and thought “I know this road by heart, I’ll let my daughter’s fun last” They’d be coming home from a party that was coincidentally on her birthday too. Her father picked her up despite her friends wanting her to stay more. Aimee agreed to leave because she wanted to spend the last few hours of her birthday with her family.

As Aimee sang with her heart, her father’s stopped, when the light of a car blinded their vision. It happened in a second. And just like when she was a toddler back in 1998, she was so confused, and she couldn’t ask the questions she was meant to ask. The rain dropped hard on her skin but her father’s last embrace and smile was like the warmest sunset she’d ever experience. As he closed his eyes with blood trickling down his cheek, Aimee felt a rush of cold air. She was wet and cold and alone.

The day she could speak or feel again was a few weeks after the funeral. She didn’t talk to her mother for days, or to anyone for that matter, but she was thankful that she got up that Saturday morning to take her morning jog, for she wouldn’t have bumped into Forrah as she passed by their house.

“Aimee? My, have you grown! It’s me! Ms. Forrah? Remember when you and your dad came in for show and tell? You were the only student who I saw that was so proud their parent came. The other kids would roll their eyes, but you were just so excited to have him! I just moved out of my apartment, cause can you believe it? They’re making me principal, now this is a huge step for my career. Oh look at me ramble, you must be cringing at me for sharing! But how ‘bout you sweetie? How’ve you been?”

“How’ve you been”

After the accident, she learned to filter what she was hearing, and automatically respond in sounds. She wanted to be left alone, but the world didn’t let her. She was constantly questioned with “What happened?” “Who did this?” “Why did you let this happen?” The last one was usually asked by her mother, but they both knew she couldn’t answer it. Aimee was pretty sure that people have asked her how she was, but she always avoided them to answer it. And for some reason, she trusted Forrah. She broke down into tears and fell into her arms. Forrah was very confused but let her in anyway.

“My house is quite empty, I’m sorry but, let me go make you hot chocolate. And when I come back tell me everything.”

Aimee told her about what happened with her dad. She even told her the first conversation she overheard from her parents. It didn’t matter that Forrah was speechless. She just wanted to be heard from someone who wanted to hear her.

After that day, Aimee’s been doing her best to move on. However, it was clear that Lottie was no where near starting a new chapter. The feelings she’s had sprung out of her. She got careless and forgot that Aimee was her daughter. She didn’t see her as the sunshine David wanted her to notice. She saw her as the reason she was alone. And that’s why it became tough for Aimee to live. She was meant to be perfect because one mess up would drive her mother mad. Lottie became stricter, she set rules, she set curfews, she checks Aimee’s school progress. If she wasn’t top, a red cheek was waiting for her.

But in some way, if you were looking for a silver linning, no matter how faded it was, I could tell you that Aimee became smarter. She was skilled with education, and with people. She knew how to lie, she knew how to sneak around. But she was also the smartest. And because of that, she took a scholarship in Oasis Spring, and got in.

She left Willow Creek with no goodbyes except a letter sent to Forrah.

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Pretty Mess (Biadore) Chapter 5-Chiona

a/n: hey guys, here’s chapter five! I don’t think Danny cries in this chapter, which is a milestone. This one is super fluffy and cute and I’m very happy with how it turned out! Also I need to thank my wonderful BETA, Nore, who managed to edit this in only a few days, during her exams period! that’s determination. But anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

TW: Slight s*lf h*rm mentions

The events of that night continued to play out in Roy’s head. Everything from comforting Danny, to the feeling of his soft, plump lips against his. The look of disappointment he could have sworn that Danny had when he said that they should forget the kiss ever happened (however this was probably just Roy’s mind playing tricks on him). He didn’t regret the kiss, not one bit. He’d been wanting to kiss Danny for a long time, and it felt amazing to finally let out all the pent-up emotions he’d had toward the younger queen. But what he did regret was that he had clearly taken it too far. Danny had jolted away so quickly as soon as Roy reached down for his pants that Roy thought he had accidentally hurt him. But that wasn’t the case. What confused him, however, was that Danny had taken off both of their shirts, instigating something a little bit more than a make out session, yet he had pulled away so fast, and so suddenly. Like he was repulsed. Roy had mulled the entire situation over, unable to stop himself from thinking about it, and he realised that Danny probably had a reality check. Sobered up a little bit, and realised just what he was doing. And Roy would be lying if he said that the thought of that didn’t make his heart sink.

The only other thing he regretted was not asking more about that fucking blade. Sure, he didn’t want to pry anything out of Danny, or make him uncomfortable. But there was clearly something wrong; Danny was normally really emotional ; he cried a lot; and often thought with his heart and not his head. And it was understandable for him to be upset, since he’d just had a mental breakdown, which had been filmed and would most likely end up being broadcast on television. However there was something off about Danny, like there was something more there that he wasn’t telling anyone. And Roy knew that this blade had something to do with it, judging by the way Danny completely froze when he brought it up. And as much as he didn’t want to think about it, the first thing that sprung to mind was that Danny could be cutting himself. It made lots of sense for this to be the case; the blade in the backpack and Danny’s clear nervousness when Roy asked about the blade suggested it. Even though this was most likely what was the problem, Roy desperately hoped it wasn’t. Danny deserved the world, and Roy didn’t want to see him anything but happy.

Roy caught himself smiling thinking of him; thinking of his gorgeous smile and infectious laugh; his carefree, messy attitude that Roy admired; how gorgeous his green eyes were. Holy fuck, he was in deep for this boy and he was only just realising it now. The feelings had always been there, he just never admitted them to himself until that damn kiss. But when Danny pulled away, that’s when Roy knew that he could confirm that these feelings were more than just a little crush. Never before had he felt such disappointment, such a strong feeling of emotional frustration,a strong lump forming in his throat as he choked back tears. Because he knew. He knew that Danny saw him only as a friend and this bothered Roy more than he cared to admit.

Roy was in the middle of a rollercoaster of emotions and it was fucking exhausting. And on top of all of this, he was worried about Danny. At first, he thought that he was just distancing himself from Roy, especially after the kiss. But then, after two weeks of Danny being inactive on social media, and multiple texts from some of the All Stars 2 queens asking after him due to him not responding to their messages, the only thing on Roy’s mind was whether or not Danny was okay. And before he knew it, Roy had found himself sitting in his car outside the front of Danny’s apartment.

He was debating with himself, trying to decide if he should go and see Danny. He didn’t want to seem like he was pushy or anything, he just needed to know that his friend was okay. And despite the somewhat positive note that their last meeting had ended with, Roy was terrified to confront Danny. However, his legs were carrying him to the front door before he could even consider driving away.

The front door swung open, and Roy was immediately met with the strong smell of weed and the sound of David Bowie being played over the speakers. He looked up to see Danny, and he could have sworn that his heart skipped a beat. His black hair was dishevelled and messy, yet adorable, and he had some intense stubble. His face was slightly red, and a little bit puffy, bags circling his eyes, but he somehow still looked beautiful. To top it off he was wearing long pyjama pants and an oversized t shirt, and he looked so incredibly cozy.

Danny’s expression softened slightly when he saw that it was Roy on the other side of his door.

“Hey, chola” Roy said, with a small smile.

“Hey, bitch” Danny smiled, running a hand through his messy hair and leaning slightly against the doorframe.

Danny pulled a face.

“My phone’s been on airplane mode, you asshole,” he laughed, with a smile that seemed more like a grimace, “Come in.” Danny grabbed Roy’s hand and pulled him inside.

“Why’s it been on airplane mode?” Roy asked, noticing the multiple cigarette butts and empty beer bottles littered all around the house, mostly on the floor of the lounge room.

Danny slumped down on the couch and attempted to clean up a bit.

“I’ve just been having a bit of a creative rush, I needed space to concentrate”

“Did you get anything done?” Roy asked, finding a place to sit.

Roy bit his lip to suppress a grin.

“Of course queen! I can pay you with support instead of money for once, being your sugar daddy can get repetitive”

“Okay, so I don’t know what to call this one yet but I’m really proud of what I have so far”

“Just sing, chola” Roy jokingly snapped, a warm smile on his face.

Baby you’re a work of art, a shooting star

Lighting up the darkness

So lucky that we’ve found this

Yeah…

You know you got me losing sleep, I can’t believe

The beauty of this moment

It’s all I’ve ever wanted

But I can’t love you…

“That’s all I’ve got so far” Danny told him, biting his lip and waiting for feedback.

“Wow, Danny…that was amazing” Roy complemented, breathless, looking up at a beaming Danny.

“I’m so fuckin proud of myself, you have no idea”

“That’s so great, willow” Roy grinned “But just please don’t disappear like that again; I was worried about you”

“I’m sorry” Danny sighed, comfortingly squeezing Roy’s shoulder “I just needed some space”

“I know, Chola.“ Roy said softly, tensing slightly at Danny’s touch, “But, Queen, I got so many texts asking if I knew whether you were okay, I couldn’t even get through them all”

“Oh shit, really?”

“No one’s heard from you for two weeks, Danny”

Danny was telling the truth; he had spent the last two weeks writing music. But it wasn’t the whole truth. The past fortnight had consisted of him sleeping, moping around, chain smoking (and then getting upset when he struggled to hit the high notes), drinking, eating junk food, cutting most days, and spending most of the time crying. And on top of all of this, he hadn’t showered in a while, and probably smelt like death. He wasn’t going to tell Roy, though; he had done so much to comfort Danny recently, and he didn’t want to be weak in front of someone so strong.

“I better let people know I’m not dead” Danny scoffed, picking up his phone and trying to avoid the oncoming awkward silence between them.

“Good idea, queen. Twitter’s been going off wondering where the hell you disappeared to”

As Danny typed up a tweet, Roy’s mind was whirring. How long was it going to be before they talked about what happened between them? Was it even something they needed to talk about, or was he just reading too far into the situation? Was it just him feeling the sexual tension between them? He didn’t want to ruin the mood; even though Roy could tell it was a façade, Danny seemed happy and vibrant, and he didn’t really want to make things uncomfortable. So, albeit hesitantly, Roy kept his mouth shut.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Danny asked, breaking his train of thought.

“No, I don’t think so, why?”

“We’re having a movie day” Danny announced, putting down his phone and pulling Roy over to the couch before he could protest.

“Maybe I should clean up a little bit first, though” Danny mused, beginning to gather up the multiple empty beer cans strewn across the room.

“You think, queen? It looks like something blew up in here” Roy stated dryly, proceeding to help his friend clear everything away, “How the fuck do you live like this?”

“I’m a messy slut” Danny winked.

After they had cleaned the living room, Danny was walking toward the couch cradling a six pack of beers and a large bowl of popcorn.

“There you go, chola” Danny handed Roy a beer and carefully sat down on the couch.

“You can choose what we watch, queen, I don’t mind” Roy normally wouldn’t be so quick to let Danny choose what they watched, most of their movie nights involving many negotiations, but Roy wanted to make him happy. They finally decided on Halloween (Danny’s favourite move), and as the credits started an uncomfortable silence suddenly fell over the pair of them. And what made it so uncomfortable was that they were sitting on either end of the couch, as far away from each other as possible.

Roy shifted uncomfortably in his spot, nervously taking quite a large sip of his beer. The strange silence was obviously the product of their kiss two weeks ago; otherwise they’d be cuddled up on the couch together, a calming and comfy silence shared between the two of them, just like they normally would be. But because of the kiss, they were as far away from each other as they possibly could be. The kiss was playing on the back of both of their minds, and the thought of it was exactly what made the air awkward. It was almost like they were scared to get too close to each other, afraid of what would happen if someone initiated any type of contact, even if it was platonic.

“Chola, you do realise that if you keep smoking that shit you’re gonna wreck your voice” Roy commented, watching Danny lean his back against the couch as he ground the weed up.

“I know” Danny snapped. Roy opened his mouth to respond, but was left lost for words. Danny obviously needed to smoke to calm himself down, so Roy decided not to comment.

The smell of weed immediately filled the room, and Roy screwed up his nose.

“Sorry. I’m just a bit on edge” Danny admitted, distracting himself by blowing smoke rings into the air.

“I noticed, chola. Are you alright?”

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Danny was trying to watch the movie, but his mind was focusing on how lovely it felt to be cuddled up next to Roy like this. He had a warm feeling across his chest from the weed, and he was contentedly sleepy, eyes half shut. The atmosphere had suddenly gone from awkward to comfortable, and Danny was so fucking glad. His mind was racing, however, struggling to steer his thoughts away from Roy to focus on the film he’d already seen so many times. It was much easier said than done. After debating with himself for a couple of minutes, Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck it, he thought, turning his head to face Roy.

“Roy?” Danny asked, looking up at the older man. Roy stared down at him with a warm smile on his face. Danny stared at him like he was trying to memorise how his face looked, smiling softly as he scanned the dark brown eyes, olive skin and dark stubble on his jaw.

“Yeah, Dan?” Roy asked, eyes unable to move away from Danny’s.

Before Danny could change his mind, he softly pressed his lips against Roy’s in a small peck. They remained there, and he was just about to sheepishly break the kiss, Roy pulled him back in. When Danny felt Roy softly kiss back, his stomach lurched, and he tried his hardest to suppress a grin. Then he broke the kiss with another peck, before slowly turning his head back around to focus on the movie again, nestling his head back into Roy’s shoulder, trying to hide the massive smile on his face. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, moving in closer.

Roy’s eyes widened, completely taken by surprise. Grinning like an idiot (and grateful that Danny’s back was turned so he couldn’t see the massive smile on his face), Roy bent down and pressed a kiss to Danny’s forehead before shifting slightly and nestling into him.

Roy had never had such a blissful moment in his life.

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