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consumeconstantly · 4 years

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A Discowing at the Wayne Gala

Summary: Getting Jason to go to the Wayne Gala each year was more difficult than putting the Joker away in Arkham; he insisted the part was full of pretentious, rich social climbers who were horribly boring. As it turned out, all he really needed to persuade him was an upset, drunk girl rambling about how much she was going to deck her highschool enemies there to convince himself that he’d be in for a great show. (AKA the extremely chaotic and nonsensical salt/crack fic)

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“I, Mar--” she hiccupped, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng solemnly swear to rip Lila a new one with Discowing’s godawful costume.”

“You say it girl!” called some random person from across the bar.

“I will--” another hiccup “--use Batman’s Batmobile to run over Kim. And slam Red Hood’s ugly ass helmet onto Adrien’s stupid face.”

“Better yet,” Marinette pounded the table, “I will use their stupid utility belts to dismantle Gabriel’s empire. Somebody give me a yeah!”

“Yeah!”

All in all, the sight wasn’t that atypical for a bar in Gotham, if it weren’t for the fact that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was barely five feet, wore pigtails, and knocked five men on their asses when they tried to approach her.

“Take that, Hawkass,” she hissed. “Think you can pull a fast one on me when I’m drunk, do you? Well I’ve got news for you!”

Her words slurred together, and she leaned on the bar for support. “When I get my way, you’re going to be tied up into a pretzel and dumped into a volcano, then the tundra and then we’ll see how you like your stupid little jewlery touched.”

“Dupain-Cheng,” her blonde companion hissed. “Get yourself together. We don’t need another one of your breakdowns now. You know we’re going to be busy tomorrow night, and I don’t want to deal with you completely hung over all throughout the gala.”

“Aww,” Marinette squished her cheek onto Chloe’s “You know you love me.”

“Yes, yes, but I’m not going to tolerate this bullshit. If you want to make good on your plans, you need to be in tip top shape.”

“Ughhhh, why are they even invited to the stupid gala? It’s not even like they’re rich! Oh wait, I guess they are…” Marinette pressed her face to the bar, which was undoubtedly dirty. She reveled in it’s coolness, brushing her bangs out of her face. “And why do you have to be right? I guess I have to stop drinking if I want to make any of my plans work.”

“Your plans will work, hungover or not. It’s just a question of how much you’ll be able to enjoy them. I don’t want you complaining for months after the fact that you don’t remember half of what happened.”

“I guess you’re right. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I'm feeling a little too warm to ice them out.” Staggering, Marinette got to her feet. “Call an Uber?”

“It’s already here.”

“What made you change your mind?” Tim frowned at Jason, doubtful that he wasn’t going to cop out at the last second. He was sure that he was only putting on his suit as some sort of deliberate ploy to get out of the Gala. Truthfully, it wasn’t required that all of them attend the Gala, but it was one of the few events that brought together most of the Wayne family.

Jason ran a hand through his hair and smirked. “Let’s just say I’m expecting quite the show.”

Jason kept a hawkish gaze on the entrance, waiting for the appearance of one short, pigtailed girl, and a taller blonde. They arrived almost forty five minutes into the Gala, which was good timing; not late enough to be considered rude, but most people have already arrived and have made their rounds.

Marinette looked different out of the dim lighting of the bar, and even though she definitely looks like she’s nursing a light hangover, she still managed to look stunning. With a matte-black floor length dress that attracted all light in the vicinity towards it, it’s hard not to look her way; Tim, for one, stared at the outfits that Marinette and her companion are wearing with stars in his eyes. Any moment now, he’s going to approach them. Or he would if he weren’t on Jason-sitting duty.

“I’ll play nice,” Jason promised.

“You? Nice?” Tim sounded incredulous, and it’s not like he can fault him. Whenever Jason did successfully get roped into coming to the Gala, it’s a sure thing that he gets at least one fist fight started, if not an everyone for themselves sort of situation.

“They’re the reason I decided to come. It’s not me you have to be worried about.”

Tim groaned. “Really? They’re trouble makers? But they’re wearing MDC!”

Jason chuckled, slipping a hand into his pants pocket. Tim was weirdly obsessed with the highly secretive French designer. Nobody ever saw them in person. “Wearing your fashion icon doesn’t mean they can’t kick ass.”

Tim rocked back on his heels, looking at the two girls calculatively. “That’s right. If anything, they’re more likely to kick ass, because that’s the kind of confidence that MDC inspires in their designs. Well, if you’re not going to fight them, I’m going to introduce myself.”

“And I can’t leave my little brother alone.” Jason said, watching the blonde girl point in the direction of, if he wasn’t mistaken, Gabriel Agreste’s son and his plus one.

Who knew that doing a preliminary reading of the guests would be so informative? He could only guess what kind of beef Marinette had with Agreste Jr.--Bruce had enough problems with Gabriel; even though Wayne Enterprises only dabbled in fashion, Gabriel was a ruthless man when it came to his competitors, and tried to edge them out of the market multiple times. Foolish on his part, not taking into consideration that both Bruce and Tim were very, very stubborn people who only get more difficult to face when dealing with a challenge.

Wayne Enterprise might primarily be considered with R&D and technology companies, but underestimating the amount of influence Tim could gather when someone pissed him off was just a bad idea.

“Hi, I’m Tim--”

“--and it’s lovely to meet you, but we’re on a mission right now,” finished the blonde girl, who Jason was now 98% sure is Chloe Bourgeois, daughter of Paris’ mayor and Style Queen Audrey Bourgeois. “Dupain-Cheng, it’s your time to shine.”

“God,” Marinette muttered underneath her breath, ducking her head. “I can’t believe you’re holding me to what I said while drunk last night.”

“It’s not just what you said drunk last night, it’s the most effective way of dealing with that liar. She’ll be so embarrassed she’ll hide away forever. Maybe get some plastic surgery and change her name. Daddy will make sure she can never step foot in Paris again.”

“Chloe,” Marinette groaned. “We all know how that panned out last time. Do you want a repeat performance?”

“By that time Hawkmoth will already be taken down. No need to worry about evil butterflies.”

“Evil butterflies?” Tim frowned.

“We can fill you in later, Marinette has a car to steal.”

“Chloe!”

“Oh stuff it, Dupain-Cheng, you’re no goody two shoes, even though you pretend to be one.”

Marinette whispers into Chloe’s ear, eyeing Jason and Tim. “Do you have to discuss that with other people around?”

“Well,” Chloe crossed her arms. “You boys aren’t going to rat us out, are you? They’re part of the infamous Wayne family. They’ll definitely be in.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You know they already reached out-- I can’t risk--” Marinette kept cutting herself off. “Fine, but if you-know-what falls through, I’m putting it all on you.”

“Like they’re going to pass you up just because of what’s going to go down at this gala. If anything, they’ll be glad to know that you’re as vicious as you are creative,” Chloe checked her nails and touched her hair, making sure it was in place.

“Sorry, what? I’m a little bit lost.”

“Keep up, Drake. I’m beginning to doubt your title as child-genius.You have the unique opportunity to watch history in the making.”

“Wait,” Tim’s jaw almost dropped at the display in front of him. “How did you even--”

“Trade secret. Marinette doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“But that’s the Batmobile.”

“Yeah, and?”

Jason laughed. He stole the hubcaps off the Batmobile, Marinette stole the whole thing. What a sight.

Here’s how the rest of the night went: Chloe plied Marinette with copious amounts of water, trying to get rid of her headache. Marinette hopped into the driver’s seat of the Batmobile (to which Chloe cackled, “And she doesn’t even have a driver’s license yet,” and Tim paled to the shade of freshly fired ceramic plate.) They ran over Kim, who, somehow managed to get into the event as a server of sorts, at which point Tim swore that the background checks would have to be upped again. Marinette landed the Batmobile in the middle of the gala, barely managing to avoid several innocents who were in her path. She reached into the convenient storage compartment that Jason was previously unaware of and pulled out the Discowing outfit and his helmet-- seriously, how did she get those?-- and slammed the car door.

Security, of course, was waiting for them. How couldn’t they, with that big of a disturbance? Half of the guests were up in a tizzy-- mostly the ones who were experiencing their first Wayne Gala-- and the other half were looking on, amused. Tim waved the guards off as Marinette made her way to Lila and Adrien, like a vengeful Valkyrie.

“You,” Marinette grimaced. “Chloe, say the words, I forgot them.”

“We decided that words were useless, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” Marinette said, before promptly slamming Red Hood’s helmet onto Adrien’s head hard enough for him to fall to the ground, likely concussed. Lila, who started screeching and running away made for a surprisingly difficult target. Well, difficult in the fact that she was using other people as shields, but once she came across a group of Experienced Wayne Gala Goers, she got pushed out of her comfort zone.

In eight inch heels and with her hair down, Marinette stalked towards her prey.

“Lila Rossi,” Marinette intoned. “Your sins will be judged.”

“What are you going to do, Marinette? You have no power here. We’re in America now. No Ladybug to back you up. No public opinion in your favor.”

Marinette shuddered. “Ugh, your voice makes me want to vomit. In any case, I sentence you to life in Discowing’s costume.”

“You can’t make me wear anything!”

Famous last words, Lila.

“I’m still so confused. What just happened?”

“Don’t worry,” Chloe gave Tim a pat on the back. “You’ll get used to this kind of thing if you end up hanging around Marinette more often.”

“I think I’m in love,” said Jason.

“Get in the back of the line. The only thing Marinette has time for now are her plans to take down Hawkmoth.”

“I’m not opposed to joining you. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” Jason paused. “By the way, has she already stolen the utility belts to take down Gabriel or does she need more? I’ve got contacts.”

"Fair warning, everything in Paris is at least twenty times crazier than what you’ve seen here today.” Chloe swiped through a few notifications on her phone. “And please, do you think someone who hotwired the Batmobile needs your help getting her hands on a couple utility belts? If she really put her mind to it, she could get the Lasso of Truth from Wonder Woman.”

“Yeah, Jason, I’m definitely not going to join you on that trip.” Tim turned his attention towards Marinette, who was currently passed out on the hotel couch. “Anyways, You two are wearing MDC, right? I have a meeting with them tomorrow!”

Chloe looked at the poor boy with pity. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”

@jasonette-july-2k20

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i’m really churning out these jasonette prompts like butter (god butter is so freaking good you ever eat butter straight? i do. heart attack city & the next paula dean) even tho i only thought about joining in right when july was ending but here we are

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1ddotdhq · 3 years

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Sun 31 Jan ‘21

Happy Walls Dayyy!!!!!! Today was the first anniversary of our #1 fave debut album of 2020, and we all celebrated, Louis included! Last but best thing first: WE GOT A DEMO!! Louis ended the day by publishing a dreamy clip of a demo of the title song ‘Walls’. His clear voice croons over beautiful sliding electric guitars and background reverberance- if that’s his FIRST draft then he is, as we knew, a GENIUS! AND, the King Himself came on twitter to interact with his “loyal” (his words) subjects (that’s us!). He popped up at first to say that his tour, when it comes around, will be “fucking unbelievable...this is our day!”, and talked about his favorite part of the last year (“the two shows I played”), what he noticed most when performing solo the first times (“the space on stage” ughhhh all the tears), what he was looking forward to after COVID (“everything”) and getting through these times- “remember that everything is going to be better when normality sets back in.” He also explained that while he was gonna put out merch today, he “didn’t want to market the day”, but rather make it “a celebration just for us”. But, uh, the merch will be coming eventually! He then replied that there were “too many greedy fuckers out there” who try turn celebratory events into a “cash grab” (to quote the fan), and harries then got mad at that because THEY were like this must be about Harry (lol uhhhh) and assumed he was shading him and Jeff rather than, I don’t know, his OWN FORMER LABEL?? Cool cool cool, but it’s still Harry’s moth on Spotify, so cope. He told us that his proudest moment on the album was recording the strings for the Walls the Single, that he wouldn’t have approached the process differently because he’s still really proud of the album, that he was most looking forward to us hearing KMM or Walls, that Doncaster is his fav place (to no one’s surprise lmao), and, asked what song he likes to rock out to off HIS ALBUM was like oh hey have I got a rec for you: “Maybe Tomorrow” by the Stereophonics. It goes, “think I'll walk me outside and buy a rainbow smile, but be free” and “maybe tomorrow I’ll find my way home” (huh is there something happening tomorrow that could be linked to... OH. Right. Huh. Well all that is just a coincidence I’m sure, it’s not like Louis ever said he likes to rec songs because he wants us to read into the lyrics or anything... oh wait.)

LTHQ did a insta quiz over on their stories (I only got two questions wrong!) and they did the promised virtual listening party and tweeted along to each song and retweeted fans’ reactions (and all the usernames, larries everywhere, we SEE YOU). Friends of Louis joined in the celebration- Only The Poets, Ashton Irwin of 5SoS fame, Helene Hornyck (“all the love,” she said!), Isaac Anderson and more, and All On The Board made one of their lovely Frankenstein poems which mashing up a bunch of LT1 songs, but in keeping with the theme of the day (and COVID I GUESS) did it as fanart rather than the usual in person board. And all of that was the BORING part of the day, can you BELIEVE?? The FUN part was the Walls Fanart that was chosen to be the new Spotify cards on the official Walls album. As in, they are up right now if you want to go check them out, but I’m gonna tell you straight up: they’re half Harry tats! The Defenseless card, especially, as it is just straight up fanart of Harry’s moth tattoo, especially fun when he had JUST got us talking about its Papillion origin with his finsta! The artist had been worried that Louis would be mad at them for submitting ‘Larry art’, and was overjoyed to learn that, uh... apparently, he was NOT. That was not all! The ‘Too Young’ art card is H’s rose tattoo, ‘Habit’ and ‘Fearless’ were both different variations of H’s anatomical heart tat (the ‘Habit’ one even included the word kind :{) ), and the We Made It rainbow wheel did, in fact, make it to Spotify, just like we thought! “Perfect Now” was Louis standing under a rainbow spotlight—they made that one black and white for spotify but the artist shared the original version. Harries were beside themselves, and tagged Jeff (Azoff), Ben Winston, and Gemma Styles (what?), demanding that they make Louis take the art down because it was clearly Harry art, which 1.) how much more blatant can you be if even ANTIS are noticing and 2.) what sort of control do they think Jeff, Ben, and Gemma have over Louis seeing as, uh, none of them currently work for him??? Weird, are they thinking there might be some kind of link... between Harry and his team and Louis... tell me more antis, truly, I’m fascinated!

One would think that’s more than enough for one day but WAIT THERE’S MORE Zayn is in EXCELLENT quirky Zayn form having fun with his own merch—he posted a gremlin (from the old RL Stine movie ‘Gremlins’) in a NIL beanie captioned “one size fits all humanoid shaped heads” late last night, haaaaa. Yes, I agree! The red stitching really makes the gremlin’s red eyes pop, and his fangs have never looked this good! And the question arose, is Harry’s finsta actually just his side account for following nothing but gay meme accounts? Evidence—the discovery of a second follow, of the openlygayanimals account-- would suggest yes! Well that’s valid, imagine having to not only navigate the internet AS HARRY but also without funny memes of your choice, that’s no life to lead. And Niall complained on twitter that people didn’t understand his sense of humor because SARCASM! He also tweeted about golf, which I’m sure was cool for people who understand it.

#louis tomlinson #zayn #harry styles #niall horan #lmao @ all the people who were like LOUIS JUST SHADED HSHQ #like uh NO HE DIDNT YOU DID #lajdflkdajfsd #also COULD LOUIS BE MORE ON LA TIME??? NO HE COULDNT #i love this today was fun and much needed!#to celebrate im gonna rewatch the liveshow tonight!#anyways!#song of the day!#maybe tomorrow by the stereophonics! bc LOUIS

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blisslilywrites · 4 years

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❝ why is it that you shine, even without me ❞ - aomine daiki.

this is written in aomine’s point of view

“The total is 13 dollars and 25 cents,” I fished the exact amount in my wallet and offered it to the cashier. “Thank you sir, come again!”

As I breezed out of the convenience store, I was greeted by the calm whispers of the wind. The current mood was chill— the sun struck brilliantly golden, the air in its usual ambience, the clouds illuminated with its ordinary, blue hue.

“Ughhhh! How annoying to see the world rotating in its right pace,” I couldn’t help but dishevel my hair that was already a mess.

I hate it. I always have. Everything in its rightful place except for me with my damn emotions marring my daily routines. (Y/N).. How are you holding out? Do you miss me even just for a tiny bit? If so, will you reach out to me first?

Bullsh*t. Don’t make me laugh. The last time I saw you your eyes didn’t have specks of dejection in them. Was it my mistake for assuming this cool off would only last for days?

Hopeless thoughts ran and ran around, to the point where my consciousness couldn’t respond. The view of the rooftop waved at me before realizing.

That’s when I knew, the sun never leaves. Even if the night takes the stage, the sun returns shining brighter than it did yesterday.

My sun is you, (Y/N).

“If only I could be wherever you are,” you met me with an unfamiliar voice, embracing a guitar-like instrument and producing a sound so sweet.

“Y-(Y/N)?” you didn’t heed to my call, but proceeded to sing with the cutest voice. It felt unfamiliar because I never knew you sing. Hell, I never knew you could.

“La la la la la, you’re shining like a sun within my heart.” every line weighed heavier and heavier. Your smile dusted off the feelings I’ve been drowned in so easily as you sang the last line.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know you sing.”

“Well yeah, I’ve been doing it since. You’re the first one to hear it, Aomine.”

“Really? Then sing more songs until I fall asleep. How about it? Let’s cut classes, go to the rooftop, and you’ll help me sleep.”

“Never!”

“Huh? Why? I think it’s a good proposal,”

“Only if you stop bunking off. Then I’ll consider it,”

“Let’s go to karaoke later,”

“Aomine don’t ignore me!

“Let’s see who’s better in singing!”

“Seriously, geez..” you sulked. How cute.

❝ at that time, i checked your horoscope only to see your zodiac sign compatible with mine ❞ - midorima shintarou.

i wanted this to be different. you and midorima aren’t that close in this one!

“Midorima Shintaro and (L/N) (Y/N), please come up to the stage.”

Who knew you’d be able to sing along with the ace of the Shūtoku’s basketball team. There were about 30 students in the same room, each hoping they’d be granted a chance to perform with the outstanding athlete yet unfortunately, the roll call came landing on you, who was apathetic of the whole situation.

‘Damn it.. This music class will haunt me forever..’ but you couldn’t do anything and you wouldn’t. The reason? Grades. Damn grades that you are forced to do a duet with someone you haven’t even shared a conversation with.

You stepped onto the stage beside Midorima who came from the opposite direction. As both of your gazes met for a second, you diverted it instantly to the audience before the platform. Behind you both was the black piano and the music teacher sitting on a stool.

“The two of you studied your lines right? Begin after my cue,” the instructor began his playing of accompaniment. As the music notes soared throughout the room, you separated your lips after hearing the cue.

“Once a lass met lad

You’re a gentle one, said she

In my heart I’d be glad

If you loved me for me”

‘Crap.. Performing a duet with Midorima is already a nightmare. Furthermore, why does it have to be a love song? He might also be displeased singing this song with me—,’ when you skewed your head to look at him, the view you expected was somewhat out of sight. Instead of seeing a face tainted with displeasure, his pale skin being illuminated in the adequate lighting tinged a shade of red.

‘He isn’t just displeased.. Who knew he’d be this angry?’ you redirected your eyes to the front as you misunderstood the situation.

Midorima cleared his throat before chanting and the words he spoke of made you hunch your shoulders.

“I’d be sure, if I knew

That you loved me for me”

You tried not to laugh. His voice alone sounded good, yet completely greyed and monotonous, like black and white devoid of ornaments.

Singing a love song with someone unexpected. Stinging eyes from the crowd. You couldn’t be more impatient. When you landed that one last note, you scurried outside after a polite bow.

Gasps escaped out of your throat, and a single laugh came after. Pride. A streak of confidence. Fulfillment. You made it through the end.

“(L/N) (Y/N), right?” a recognizable voice pounded beside. You look where it came from, a one meter distance laid in between from where you are and where he stands. His height flooded your vision, and his hair hued with an unusual one punched. It’s a dark green color, with no one coming to your mind who has it except..

“Yes.. why do you ask?”Midorima’s face flinched, trying so hard to keep a straight face.

“You have an excellent tone, pitch and air support. I wish to be your partner for the next assessment,” leaving a compliment just like that, he walked past you in a breath, a tint of red evident on his ear.

Huh? Huhhhh?

❝ whenever i see you onstage whilst reaching the stars, you look taller than me ❞ - murasakibara atsushi.

Murasakibara perched on the rightmost seat of the theater. With Himuro tailing him, they sat behind most of the audience because someone might rampage. The reason? What else except for their extraordinary height.

“(Y/N) will perform right?” Himuro asked amidst the bustling uproar. It almost annoyed him. He never planned to watch any class’ performances, and just adhered to playing basketball on the school festival. But because of you and someone he babysits, he didn’t mind sitting for hours to wait.

“Hmmm. Though (Y/N) didn’t tell me much of it,” your boyfriend replied. With a usual potato chip bag on his embrace.

The two watched everything with the most unenthusiastic eyes. Sudden yawning, uncomfortable sitting and almost sleeping— for the two basketball players it was nothing but a nuisance for their sleep.

“Muro-chin, when are we going to see (Y/N)?”

“Let’s be patient,” the lights went out, indicating a new show onstage. When the lights turned back on, you were marked on everybody’s eyes as you stood in front of hundreds of students.

“Atsushi, wake up. It’s (Y/N),” your name alone made your boyfriend spark, back to sitting straight. “Huh? Is she the only one performing?”

Murakibara didn’t answer. Instead he looked at the person so far away from his grasp. A strange feeling circulated his body, even the owner of the body himself couldn’t discern what dashed him to act that way.

You sang the first note so smoothly. The audience acted like your owned music notes, oscillating from a lovely melody. Their reactions, responses towards the end didn’t change.

Yet someone reacted astray. As soon as you left the stage, someone also left their seat. Murasakibara scampered to where he could see you in the most immediate way, stopping by at the backstage where a few almost didn’t let him in, but nothing can stop a persuasive basketball player.

You spotted him, a few sweat lurking under his chin. “Atsushi! Wh— why are you here?”

He drew nearer, “(Y/N), you..” his voice was the usual one, yet his tone was somewhat mesmerizing.

“Ye—yes? What about my performance? Did I do good?” you anticipated his reaction to be awed or surprised, because your performance was for him and solely for him, because you wanted to shock him with something you take confidence in— singing. But his eyebrows were rather furrowed, neither of the face you expected. “So? You didn’t like it?”

“(Y/N)-chin,” he sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise—,”

“You could’ve told me. Because I’ll support you, you know, just like you do in my basketball. It ticked me off that your classmates were the first ones to hear your voice,” you blushed at the sight of your pouting boyfriend.

#knb #knb imagines #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintarou #aomine x reader #murasakibara x reader #midorima x reader #heyisvicko

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years

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How would the main 10 react if scholar gets jealous ?

Alright 😂 let's make the MC jealous! I hope I'll be able to deliver what you had in mind and thank you for the request as always 💕💖

(On a side-note: when you guys don't specify Scholar's gender, I always write in "you/your" by default so don't hesitate to tell me what pronouns you'd like me to use! I know that some people can find it weird, reading headcanons that directly put them into MC's shoes, but if it doesn't bother you then carry on as always 👌)

Alistair

- immediately notices that you become a bit cold when that "friend" from the athletics department is around

- is it... jealousy?

- Alistair considers that possibility right away, maybe because deep down he kinda wants it to be true? A little bit?

- pulls you aside and asks you what's wrong

- "Y/N... when Sam is around you always act a bit weird. Is something wrong? Does he make you uncomfortable? Maybe I can help you guys talk it out!"

- you shamefully admit that it's not it, from there on, the way you avert your eyes and that obvious blush on your face makes Alistair sure of it

- "Haha... You're jealous, right? You of all people..."

- he's grinning, this is making him way happier than he thought it would and it pisses you off a little bit

- "Hey! What the hell?? D-Don't be so happy about that kind of stuff! It's not funny!"

- despite what you're saying, he can't wipe that smile off his face, instead he hugs you tightly to compensate

- "Sorry... pffthahaha... sorry. Yeah, you're right it's not funny. It's just really really cute."

Axel

- it's actually really easy to make Axel jealous and he always gets annoyed at that part of himself

- so when you're the one being jealous for once? Oh boy is he happy...

- You already knew about the difficulties that can arise from dating Axel so you're usually hard to break

- But this one time there was a girl who was being especially clingy and friendly

- Axel noticed the shift in your behaviour right away

- he's smirking while questioning you

- you decide to be honest and ignore how happy Axel is with this whole situation

- "I uh. I guess I was a little bit... ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs."

- Axel comes closer to you and acts like he didn't hear what you said

- "Huh? What was that? Sorry you're just so quiet I didn't catch that."

- you remember all the times he was the one being jealous but everytime you brushed him off and told him that he was "just being silly"

- now that you're on the other end, it's kind of ironic

- you know fully well that he did hear you, but feeling pressured you say it again

- "J-Jealous. I was jealous."

- when Axel notices how red you are and your eyes full of tears, he ends the joke and hugs you

- "Geez come on, don't make that face sweetheart..."

Claire

- okay now that's a funny one

- she does catch on the fact that you're acting different but she tries to approach you in a really polite way

- "So um. You know uh... I'm really sorry if I'm jumping to conclusions and it might be really preposterous of me to think of it that way but... Could it be that you're jealous?"

- she's so nervous, as if she's asking something really rude

- you admit it quite easily, there's no reason for you to hide that from Claire

- she's always so caring and understanding about everything

- "Oh! I see! So it really was jealousy... Well in any case please don't worry! I mean I would never, ever cheat on you I swear!! I assure you that it's just your mind playing tricks on you!"

- Even though she doesn't want to admit it, it's clear that she's a little bit happy about the fact that you were jealous

- but still worried about you because jealousy is really not a pleasant feeling

Ellie

- sees that you suddenly become really quiet once that person comes to greet her and have a small chat

- Ellie is friendly with a lot of people and a chatterbox so she easily becomes close with others

- hell, she's the most popular person in her department, if that's not an achievement then you don't know what is

- she tries to talk to you about it but you clumsily dodge her questions

- "Hmmm... Y/N you're acting reaaaaally suspicious right now, you know that?"

- tickles you into submission

- "HHAHAHA O-okayhahahaha Okay!! Okay... Alright, yeah, I was jealous. So what?"

- hugs you and kisses you on your cheek

- "So nothing at all! You're really a worrywart! There's no way I would give up on you silly!"

- from then on, when that person approaches you guys she holds your hand and acts all lovey-dovey in public

- now everyone knows that you guys are dating... but hey! At least no more reason to be jealous!

Karolina

- here we have miss master heartbreaker

- which is funny because she's also the kind of person who gets easily jealous for the smallest things

- someone sits too close to you in class? Back off!

- someone's giving you the soft eyes™? Get lost!

- the joy she feels when you're finally the one to be jealous cannot be described

- she decides to play a bit with you, even if it's a cruel way to do it, she really wants you to be the one to assert dominance for once

- you catch on her little game but break eventually

- the way you shoved that guy aside made him fear for his life

- "Karolina, what you did just now? That was really childish and unfair."

- she playfully rolls her eyes

- "Oh please. You mean how you always do it to me? Or is it not "childish and unfair" when you're the one to do it?"

- welp. She has a point

- but in the end she's fully satisfied with your little outburst of jealousy

- you guys carry on as always: half fighting and half flirting

Neha

- it takes Neha about a day to figure it out

- of course she's emotionally intelligent but she thought that maybe you were going through some personal stuff you didn't want to share yet

- Neha is really respectful about that kind of stuff, she won't pry unless she absolutely has to

- not to mention that you're sulking in a really subtle way, had she not known you for a long time, she wouldn't catch that at all

- figures out that it has something to do with that girl from the fashion department she's been hanging out a lot with (for purely work related purposes)

- "Y/N, there's something you want to tell me, isn't there?"

- she really catches you off-guard

- you decide that there's no use hiding that from her and tell her you understand how illogical your jealousy is but you can't help it

- as you explain your feelings to her, a small smile appears on her face

- "Wait... Neha, are you happy that I'm jealous?!"

- "W-what?! No!!! ...Well okay, maybe just a little bit..."

Raquel

- gets that there's something going on with you but not exactly what

- it does cross her mind that you might be jealous but she writes it off as "wishful thinking"

- Raquel is pretty popular in general and despite that you have never been jealous

- it seemed unlikely that now, all of a sudden you would start feeling jealous

- But since you're being so moody lately, Raquel gets really concerned, it's not like you're always super cheerful or anything but you've never been this... annoyed?

- "Y/N listen, are you like... jelly or something? I mean it's probably not it but you've been acting kinda weird recently."

- But she hit the nail on the head

- Raquel looks at you in disbelief

- "No way... seriously?? You're jealous?? Oh my God..."

- She practically jumps on you to hug you

- "Woah! Easy there... Well in any case, glad to see that my jealousy makes you sooooo happy."

- she tightens her arms around you even more

- "Awww... come on! Don't be so bitter Y/N, you know that you're the only one for me!"

- says it dramatically but she really means it

Tadashi

- this is the dense brick, a stonewall

- the funny thing is that he can be really perceptive when it comes to other people but when it's for himself?

- he has no clue what's wrong with you

- thinks that maybe it'll go away soon enough and he just tries to be there for you

- you're the one to question him

- "So, haven't you figured out why I've been acting like this? Doesn't it bother you or could it be that you didn't even notice?"

- blinks at you a couple of times before answering

- "You mean how sometimes you randomly become irritable? I don't know, is there something stressing you out? If there is I would be happy to help you."

- you facepalm yourself mentally, seems like you'll have to say it clearly rather than making him guess, if you ask him to guess he'll be like "What do you mean? What's the point of doing that? Just tell me."

- "Tadashi it's just that, well... lately I've been feeling kind of... jealous. You spend a lot of time with Veronica and it just... it makes me upset even though I shouldn't be."

- Tadashi stays silent for a couple of seconds and you can see his cheeks switching from it's usual shade to a deep red

- "...Oh? Jealous hm... I see, okay. Well, I'm not sure how to make you feel better since it is an irrational feeling but... I-I would never abandon you. Maybe it's not the right word to use but... I mean it! You matter to me a lot. More than you think."

Tegan

- Tegan has a big brain but he has such a low self-esteem that he didn't even consider your behaviour to be a simple case of jealousy

- tries to brush it off and instead keep your mind away from... whatever is bothering you

- you really want him to catch the hint so you try making your behaviour even more obvious

- thankfully he ends up taking it as a possibility at least

- "Y/N? Do you not... like it when I spend time with Daniel?"

- he's still so unsure that he doesn't even dare to use the word "jealousy", you end up confirming it for him

- "That's right. I wish you would spend that time with me instead of him... I mean of course I'm not telling you to not hang out with the people you get along with but uh... ughhhh... sorry, I'm not making any sense today. Forget I said anything..."

- Tegan shyly grabs your hands, trying to be as reassuring as he can

- "Please, don't worry about stuff like that... I would never think about uh... getting with someone else other than you. I mean, I honestly still can't believe that we're together. It's like I'm living in another reality or something..."

Tyler

- he has seen his fair share amount of drama in movies, he knows what's going on and he loves it

- is super giddy at the idea of you wanting to keep him only for yourself

- he's so smug that it makes you angrier... but you can't stay mad for long with him, he's too witty and adorable

- when you try to be cold with him he either keeps poking your cheeks with his fingers, tries tickling you, hugging you from behind or doing all of those in this specific order

- "Come ooonnn... just be honest with me, you're jealous, aren't you?"

- he's so close to your ear, he's almost whispering

- "Ugh. Fine. Yes. So what are you gonna do about it?"

- you can't even see his expression since you're facing away from him, but you can somehow tell that he definitely has a smirk on his face

- Tyler turns you around to face him and kisses you

- "You're waaaay cuter than any of those people, even though I'm not even sure who you're jealous of since you're being so secretive about it... Maybe if you spill the beans I'll kiss you again? Sounds like a pretty good deal, doesn't it??"

#sweet elite #se #main 10 #requests #asks #it's so long again 😅#headcanons

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31 Days of Apex: Day 16 (Growth)

relationship: (romantic or platonic) octane & crypto

word count: 2.1k

tags: hair dyeing, humor

fic summary: Octavio dyes his hair to hide the fact that he’s going gray in his twenties.

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Octavio found his first gray hairs at the age of nineteen.

He’d been putting in his nose ring, having taken it out because he’d had a sore on the inside of his nostril and it was really fucking painful, when he suddenly noticed something. He’d combed his hair back out of his face, so he could clearly see a few silvery strands at his forehead, pale against the black of the rest of his hair.

Being a dramatic teenager, the first thing he’d done was call Ajay so that he could scream.

When he’d finished yelling in her ear, Ajay had responded in a very blasé way with, “Chill, brother. Gray hairs aren’t so rare in teens. You’ll get over it.”

“But what if I DON’T,” Octavio hissed, pacing back and forth in his large bathroom, the bright vanity lights seeming to highlight the gray hairs. He flinched when he caught sight of his reflection, and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to hide them by parting his hair differently.

“Well, you like doing everything fast,” Ajay said, and he did not like the humorous tinge to her voice. “You'll get old fast, too.”

Octavio hung up on her.

He had real reason to worry—his father was not an old man, one year away from forty, and yet his hair was currently almost entirely gray, with only faint streaks of black that looked like an even darker shade of gray. Even when he’d been a child, his father’s hair had had a lot of gray in it, so Octavio figured that he was genetically disposed to going gray at an early age—but he had hoped that those genes would skip him, or at least be polite and wait until he was a little older, but that was evidently not the case.

At least his father still had his hairline and a full head of hair. It meant that Octavio wasn’t going to go bald any time soon.

He squinted at his reflection again, moving his hair back to get a clear look at the gray. It was only noticeable because of the vanity lights and the fact that he was so close to the mirror, he told himself. And hey, maybe Che was right, and this was a normal teen thing, not a ‘my dad looks like Santa Claus at age thirty-nine’ thing!

He flinched once again at the thought of looking like his father once he was older. Octavio looked like a fair even mix of both of his parents (even if he’d only ever seen his mother in pictures) but people often told him that he looked just like his father, and this certainly wasn’t going to help matters.

When he left the bathroom with his nose ring back in, he told himself that he wasn’t going to worry about it. Worrying was for losers. He was gonna be fine! And if he wasn’t, well, that was just another thing to hate his father for.

Flash forward five years, and as it turns out, it had not been a fluke.

Octavio had been ignoring the fact that his hair was getting steadily more gray as he got older, his only small comfort that it at least wasn’t at the same rate as his father’s—probably because he didn’t have a big company to run. But it had gotten significantly more gray since he’d blown off his legs, and when he took off his helmet for what felt like the first time in forever, he was chagrined to see several streaks of it in his otherwise pitch-black hair, mostly at his temples, but extremely noticeable. If he turned his head enough, he could see some at his nape too, and scowled.

“Don’t worry about it,” he remembered his second stepmother telling his father, several years ago. His father had silently ran his hand through his hair, giving himself a long look in the mirror, and she’d noticed. “I think it makes you look dignified. Mature.”

His father had always been more concerned with his appearance than his own son, so Octavio had rolled his eyes at that back then, and he rolled his eyes at it now. He didn’t want to look dignified or mature. He wanted to look like how Octane was supposed to look: bright and young, with endless energy to spare. Not like he was getting too old too fast. That was the one thing he didn’t want to do quickly.

The good news was, he had bought cheap box dye the other day, and brought it on the dropship with him, so he could do his hair before the off-season. It was blue, which wasn’t his favorite color, but he’d already gone through green, red, and pink, and he didn’t like repeating colors, so he resigned himself to it.

Octavio opened the bathroom door, helmet and mask tucked under his arm, and came face-to-face with Crypto, who’s hand was outstretched, like he was about to knock. Staring at the other with wide eyes, he could practically feel the other looking at the gray at his temples. They stared at one another in silence, waiting for the other to speak, and Crypto did it first.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, side-stepping him, and Octavio pushed past him, eager to get away. “...Old man.”

Octavio didn’t have a comeback for that—just felt his face flush an embarrassing shade of red as he put his helmet back on to at least hide his hair from view. He wasn’t bothered by much—he usually let most insults bounce right off of him, and sometimes lobbed them back for fun, but this felt much more personal than usual, and he didn’t have it in him today to think of something clever.

He grabbed the box dye from his room, avoiding Che’s watchful eyes, knowing she’d say something along the lines of You’re going to fry your hair doing that. He’d have to bleach his hair first, and was supposed to bleach and dye it on different days, but he was impatient, so he would do them both today, damage be damned.

("Oh, nice hair," she'd said when he first dyed it green. "Shame it's probably not gonna last."

"Say what you want, hermana, but damaged hair is better than gray hair."

"How about no hair at all?"

Octavio covered his ears with his hands. "Lalala, I can't hear you."

"C'mon, it ain't all bad. You should try growing it out. I hear girls are into old guys these days."

"Shut up.")

When he returned to the bathroom, Crypto was just stepping out, and he felt his face flush again when the other eyed the boxes in his hand. He expected another old man comment to come (which wasn’t fair because Crypto was seven years older than him but his hair was all black ughhhh), but instead, the other man asked,

“Do you need help with that?”

If Octavio didn’t know any better, he would almost think the other man felt bad for what he had said earlier. But he probably didn’t, because he was an asshole.

“Why? So you can make fun of me again?” Octavio responded petulantly, before taking it a step further and sticking his tongue out at him. “No thanks, compadre.”

Crypto shoved his hands into his pockets, frowning. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Whatever.”

“Is it a medical condition?”

“Leave me alone,” Octavio said, pushing him out of the doorway, before slamming the bathroom door shut behind him, not wanting to talk about his father’s premature grays and how he was unfortunately suffering the same fate.

He didn’t want to talk to Crypto after that comment he had made, but as he set both boxes down, he was reminded of how much he hated bleaching his hair. His hands were shaky and he often accidentally touched his skin, leaving it burning, so after a moment of consideration he turned around, swinging the door back open. Crypto was still standing there, but staring down at his phone.

“Okay, fine,” Octavio said, changing his tone from petulant to demanding. “Bleach my hair for me.”

Crypto raised his eyebrows at him, but made no move to enter the bathroom. Octavio grit his teeth, before adding, “Por favor.”

Crypto joined him in the bathroom then, which was much smaller and more dimly lit compared to his bathroom back at home. It felt cramped in here, but he'd rather do it away from the prying, teasing eyes of the other Legends. He sat on top of the toilet, removing his helmet once again as he watched Crypto open up both boxes, putting on the pair of clear gloves that had come with them. His leg bounced as he waited, and after a couple of moments of silence, he asked,

“You’ve done this before?”

Crypto glanced at him, as if debating whether he should answer or not, before returning his attention to taking everything out of the boxes. Finally, when everything was laid out before him, he mumbled, “My sister went gray in her early twenties, too. She used to dye her hair red to hide it.”

A million questions exploded into Octavio’s mind, then— you had a sister? just red? she didn’t get bored of red? you dyed her hair too? is she fully gray now? have you ever dyed your hair? —but he couldn’t figure out which one to ask first.

“Don’t ask questions,” Crypto said, as if reading his mind.

“I wasn’t gonna,” Octavio lied. “Why would I care about your stupid sister, anyway?”

Crypto scowled at him then, and fearing that the other would leave him behind, he blurted out, “Sorry. I’m not having a good day. This shit sucks.”

The other man did something he’d never seen him do before—he smiled.

“You sound just like her,” he mumbled to himself, and Octavio didn’t like these constant comparisons to other people—to his father and now to this random girl he didn’t know—but he kept his mouth shut, because this guy was going to bleach his hair for him, and he didn’t want to make him mad and leave.

The sharp smell of bleach filled the air, and his nose scrunched up at it, but he didn’t say anything as Crypto approached, and the next thing he knew, the cold feeling of it was burning his scalp.

"...Have you ever dyed your hair?" Octavio asked after two painful minutes of silence, and he swore he saw the taller man's nostrils flare in annoyance. Which was fair, considering he'd just said he wouldn't ask questions, but sitting here was so boring, and he'd always found Crypto to be rather interesting.

"I've always wanted to go blonde," Crypto finally said after a while, and Octavio perked up at that. "It'd probably look bad, but I always wanted to try."

"I think you'd look hot with blonde hair," Octavio said, because he didn't have a filter, and Crypto shot him a look, but didn't say anything as he continued lightening his hair. He was being truthful, but he was sure the other thought he was making fun of him.

When the silence continued, Octavio grew uncomfortable, before blurting out, "My dad's all gray."

Crypto hummed, and he took it as encouragement to continue.

"He's always had gray hair even when I was a kid, so I guess it's just a genetic thing, which fucking sucks, because I'm supposed to be all badass, you know?"

"Nobody thinks you're badass," Crypto said mildly, and Octavio scowled. "But I am sorry. For...making fun of you."

"...Whatever, man. You're lucky you're hot."

He caught sight of Crypto's face in the mirror, and felt smug when the other's brows furrowed and his cheeks darkened.

The whole process took a couple of hours, and when it was all over, his black was now a vibrant blue. The color was starting to grow on him, but he still preferred green over it, and he said as much when he had his head bent beneath the showerhead, staining the bottom of the tub blue.

"Thanks," Octavio said as he ran his fingers through his sopping wet hair, before turning the shower off. He'd gotten over the old man comment, and his voice sounded a lot brighter as he added, "For your help."

Crypto didn't respond for a while, and he almost thought the other man had left the room, before he heard him mumble out, "You should try pink."

"Huh?"

When Octavio turned around to look at him, the man looked like a deer caught in headlights, as though he hadn't meant to be heard.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing," Crypto said, but the words caught up to Octavio then, and he smiled.

"I've done pink before, amigo. It's one of my favorite colors."

Crypto glanced away from him, seeming to debate something, before he smiled at Octavio. Just a slight upturn of his lips that quickly disappeared as he said, "You'll have to show me pictures one day."

#cryptane #crypto #octane #apex legends

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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Lap of the gods.

Summary: Two gods from different worlds prove that opposites really do attract.

Warnings: a lil bit of angst but nothing major, ughhhh sweet Roger melts my heart 😭💖

A/N: I still can't believe how much you all are liking this series! Thank you all so so much!! 😁😘 I'm sorry this part is a tiny bit short- I was going to incorporate the next part into it but I felt like it didn't flow as well. But I hope y'all enjoy! 💖

Part 3.

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"HERMES!" You screamed out into thin air, the god appeared before you in a matter of seconds. "I need you to fetch someone. The person who sent the flowers. He wants to visit the underworld."

Hermes coyly grinned "Ahh you met with him then. What did you think of Persephone?"

You narrowed your eyes "I think it's none of your business!" You hissed. "Just fetch him!" You tossed him a coin and Hermes bowed with a sigh before vanishing. You sat waiting patiently with Cerberus by your side.

Roger paced in his room waiting for Hermes. He wondered if you had been lying- that Hermes wouldn't come and that Roger wouldn't get the chance to see you again. He wouldn't blame you, he could see how much the other gods had chipped away at your trust. He hated that they had done that to you.

"What are you doing?"

Roger yelped and jumped, the voice had startled him. "Don't you know how to announce yourself?"

Hermes smirked "I don't need an announcement..." he narrowed his eyes at the god. "But seriously, why are you walking back and forth about your room? It's weird."

Roger glared at the messenger "I'm just...passing the time."

Hermes hummed, unconvinced "Passing the time or worrying about going to Hell for the first time and breaking your underworld virginity?" He laughed and shook his head. "The only thing you have to worry about is Hades and saying things that won't make her kill you."

Roger let out a shaky breath "She can kill a god?" His lips and fingers trembled.

"Of course she can!" Hermes incredulously replied. "She's a killer queen..." he stepped into the centre of the room and held out his hands for Roger to take. He pulled them back with furrowed brows when he took a good look at what Persephone was wearing. "You're not going to wear that down there, are you?"

"Why?" Roger narrowed his eyes "What's wrong with it?" He looked down at his outfit. He didn't see anything wrong with it.

Hermes rolled his eyes "Are you serious? You're going to the most depressing, ghoulish, macabre, unhealthy-"

"-Okay I get your point-" Roger uttered.

Hermes continued "-gruesome, grisly, grotesque, ghastly, horrible, unwholesome place to ever exist...and you're wearing white with buttercups in your hair." He added, mockingly.

"You're wearing white?!" Roger shrieked and motioned to the messengers outfit.

"Yeah, but I'm special," he flashed a pearly grin. "Plus you're going to be there for a lot longer than me today so..."

"Fine!" Roger slapped his thighs, growing impatient. In a flash his white robes changed to all black with specks of gold and dark ivy in his blonde hair. "How's this?"

Hermes smirked, jokingly "The black looks more like a dark grey but alright..." Roger opened his mouth to give him a piece of his mind but before he could reply to the messengers comment, he found himself in a dreary cave next to a river and a boat with a hooded figure in it. Persephone looked at Hermes. "This is a rarely used gate- it's not as brutal to look at as the main gateway to hell. You'll still have to go across the river Styx, however. Since you're not dead I don't know how this will pan out but pay the man anyway." He tossed Roger a danake coin. "Just give the lovely Charon here," Hermes jumped in the boat and playfully shook the disgruntled figure at the end of it "Your coin and he'll take you across the river of hatred to the palace. I have special access to the palace so I'll meet you at the end of your trip." Hermes stepped out of the boat and pushed Roger towards it. "For the love of all things impure, don't fall out of the boat and into eternal damnation." He clapped Roger's shoulder.

"What do you mean-" Roger cut himself off, Hermes had gone. "Eternal damnation...?" he uttered to himself before turning to the hooded figure at the top of the boat. Roger placed the coin down on the wooden seat in front of him and Charon slowly dragged it towards him and into his palm. The boat started moving.

"He's on his way," Hermes announced to you. Your eyes were fixated on the hundreds of flowers still in your throne room. "Hades...?"

"What?" You snapped out of your trance. "Oh, yes. When you collect him bring him in here," Hermes nodded and was about to walk away but you spoke up. "What did he look like?" You asked and Hermes turned slowly on the spot with a raised brow "When he saw the passage?"

"Scared." You felt a twang in your chest "Yet curious...I think he might pleasantly surprise you today. He made an effort for you." Hermes tightly smiled and bowed before leaving. That eased you a little...yet worried you at the same time. Why did you care so much about how the pure, angelic, beautiful god felt?

"Beautiful...?" You murmured to yourself and looked down at Cerberus feeling conflicted. You had never thought such a bold compliment about another god before.

Roger felt like he had held his breath for every antagonising second he had been on the boat. He didn't know what he was more nervous about- falling out the boat, the fact that he was in hell or that he was about to see you again. The screams were making his blood curdle and the heat was making his cheeks bright red. You were only scratching the surface in regards to how you described the place- it was much worse than Roger expected.

The boat came to an abrupt stop and Roger glanced up when he saw a figure. "You survived your journey then?" Hermes chuckled. "C'mon...she's waiting for you." Hermes put an arm around Roger's shoulders "And whatever you do...don't piss her off because I won't be there to help you out." Hermes pushed Roger into the palace. The naive god was in awe of everything. Persephone never knew such a magnificent palace could be in such a dismal, depressing place. It was black and red with gold gilded everywhere. Diamonds and precious crystals were oozing out from every area Roger scanned his eyes over. Then he smelt the flowers. That was a good sign- at least you still had them and hadn't burnt them to a crisp yet. Hermes stood in front of two large doors and cleared his throat. "May I present to you," he opened them and Roger felt the air rush from his lungs and his heart race. "The queen of the underworld."

Roger stumbled forward with his mouth gaping seeing you on your throne, the room was incredible but you were breathtaking. "Persephone," you stood up, a long train flowing behind your jet black dress. Your fingers shone with jewels and gold and a black lace cape cascaded down your back and arms- a bedazzled golden crown sat on top of your head. Roger swore he could see fire in the rubies. "Hello..." you approached him and dismissed Hermes with a glare.

Roger fell to one knee in front of you, the action made you eyes widen and brows raise. "Hades..." you weren't sure if it was the flames, but Roger had a twinkle in his eyes. "My queen." He pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

That really shocked you. For one- he didn't wince at your warm touch, secondly- he was on one knee kissing your hand. But the thing that shocked you the most was that he called you his queen. You slowly pulled your hand away, almost unwillingly. His skin was softer than the finest velvets you dressed in. "I hope you've prepared yourself," you said and Roger looked up to you "I'll be taking you for the...tour."

Roger smiled, the dark ivy in his hair only brought out the blonde more and the black fabric against his skin sent a chill down your spine. Hermes was right, he had made an effort for you- an impressive effort. "Cerberus!" The god grinned, extending his arms out and your hound from hell ran over with a happy expression on all the three of his faces. "Oh hi!" Hi good boy!" He cooed, laughing when the dog licked his face. "Such a handsome boy! You look much better this way! I missed you!"

A genuine smile appeared on your face, Roger saw it and he stopped petting your dog. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in all his life. When you noticed Roger looking at you with a toothy grin on his face your smile fell and you became stern again. "Cerberus," you called for him "By my side." He huffed and walked over to you.

Roger stood up and brushed himself off "So," he grinned "Where to first?"

"We'll go to the realm that isn't as bad as the others- Elysium." You said and walked alongside Roger out of your palace. Your boat was waiting for you and you extended your arm out to let him on first.

"This is a lot fancier than the boat I came to the palace in," his lips curved upwards and he held his hand out for you to take. You gladly took his hand and he helped you onto the boat.

You sat across from him and crossed your legs on the ornate seat. "This is one of my personal modes of transportation," you explained. "You don't think a damned soul would travel in a boat kissed with diamonds, do you?" You asked with the slightest hint of amusement in your voice. As soon as you said the word 'kissed' Roger's eyes flickered to your lips, they had a bright shade of crimson on them making the rest of your stunning features pop. "Elysium is the place for the especially distinguished. It isn't as strenuous on souls as the other parts of the underworld are. They have it easy there...too easy..." you added, almost annoyed. Roger smirked and the little puff of amused air leaving his lips intrigued you.

"Why is there a place like that here?" He chortled.

Your eyes looked off into the distance, your fingers clasping together loosely. "Even a wretched place like this deserves some beauty...the darkest of places will always have glimmer of light." Your eyes flickered to Persephone who was looking at you with that same twinkle you saw in his eyes earlier.

Roger kept asking you questions and you were happy enough to answer them, he was immersing himself in the experience well. Even when you took him to the more gritty areas he seemed unfazed- probably because he was looking at you half the time. "I tried to find out more about you, mainly from your father," you stopped waking and sharply raised a brow "Dropping subtle hints here and there but..." Roger sighed "He mainly talked about your two brothers."

"Of course he did," you said in a completely unsurprised tone and continued walking. "My wonderful, amazing brothers!" You faked your praises. "One a god of the skies and the other the sea. Although, Zeus and I have rulership over over some areas of the seas. Mine is the darkest of abyss'. The very pits of the ocean. By my fathers request." You lowly spoke, staring off into space. "I think he's afraid of me..." you murmured to yourself but Roger heard. "Well, here we are," you walked back into your palace to your throne, sitting down on it and looking down to Roger. "I can send for Hermes to take you back. I hope your visit wasn't too disappointing."

"It wasn't," he grinned and pet Cerberus again when he approached the him. "I actually hope to visit you again."

You didn't answer him for a moment, he was engrossed with petting the hound. The sight gave you that tingling feeling in your chest again. "Perhaps you can." Roger stopped petting the dog and looked up to you in shock. You tossed him another coin "Maybe you'll even reach third time lucky and I'll give you special access- then you won't need to cross the river, you'll end up right here."

"I'd like that...I'd like that a lot." Roger grinned and stepped forward towards you. Cerberus didn't even let out a growl, you knew that was a good sign. It meant that your guard dog found him trustworthy and unthreatening. He pulled out a flower from thin air and handed it to you "Because maybe you needed one more," he softly spoke, his eyes fixated on your facial features.

You looked up from the ice white flower to Roger. He went to step back but you reached out your hand and grabbed his wrist in a moment of sheer madness. Roger's eyebrows almost few off his face but he smiled at the warm contact. "Why?" You seriously spoke in a dark tone and his smile fell ever so slightly. "What are you trying to gain from being here? Is this some sort of act of defiance against the other gods up there?!" Your voice raised slightly and you stood up. "You provide so much happiness, vegetation, flowers, life..." Your voice cracked ever so slightly. "So why would you come to a place that is barren?!" You questioned. "Those things do not and will never exist here so why come and why want to come back? What could possibly bring you joy here?!"

"You!"

You stumbled back a little in shock- completely taken aback by his response. Then Hermes arrived, looking between the two of you and feeling the tension. "Are you ready to leave, Persephone?" He asked.

Roger looked deep into your eyes. 'No'. "Yes."

You nodded to Hermes and in a flash the pair of them disappeared. You sat back on your throne and admired the rose in your hand, it managed to make you smile.

•••

Hermes kept a pair of narrowed eyes on Roger when they arrived back his room. "Why are you so infatuated with Hades?" He asked. "And don't try to deny it- I see how much you're trying to impress her."

Roger shook his head, he was back in his normal robes gazing down and wondering what you'd be doing and if you'd be still holding the rose he gave you. "She's...different," he smiled. "I don't know what it is but I feel alive being with goddess that lives in such a dead place. And I made her smile!" He longingly sighed and placed his hand to his heart while biting down on his lip. "Ugh that smile! I wish I could make her do it more often because it's just so damn beautiful- even more beautiful than all the flowers I've created!"

Hermes folded his arms "I see..." was all he said. He did see. He could see how much the poor god was falling in love with you. But maybe that was a good thing. "I best be off."

"When you you come and get me tomorrow?" Persephone asked.

"Tomorrow?" He repeated with raised eyebrows. "What do you mean by 'tomorrow'?" Roger showed the messenger the coin you had gave him. Hermes was shocked. You very rarely had guests, let alone invite anyone back twice- especially the very next day. Hermes blinked and slowly nodded "U-uh..." he let out a laugh as he breathed out and scratched his head "Okay...alright, tomorrow."

"What is it?" Roger asked, putting the coin away in a safe place. Hermes didn't reply- he just held out his hands with a smirk and then left. Roger huffed but looked down through the clouds again, his mind drifting back to you.

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mandysxmuses · 5 years

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What’s your favorite color? Hot tea or iced tea? Coffee or hot chocolate? Favorite movie? Favorite book? Favorite food? Spaghetti or shaped pastas? Pizza or tacos? Favorite character of someone else’s? Favorite character you write? Who was your first oc? When did you start on tumblr? 💕💕💕💕💕💕

What’s your favorite color?

Blue? Pretty much any shade of blue

Hot tea or iced tea?

Hot tea, hot tea is beautiful =w=

Coffee or hot chocolate?

oHHH gosh uh both. I think I like coffee just a little better

Favorite movie?

Carrie (1976) and the 1985 version of Alice in Wonderland it’s just so cute even if the costumes look really funny

Favorite book?

The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. And idk if this counts, but also And The Sun Went Out

Favorite food?

BACON ughhhh I love bacon 3

Spaghetti or shaped pastas?

Spaghetti by far. I refuse to eat anything that isn’t angel hair XD

Pizza or tacos?

Pizza. Ughh and gimme breadsticks too I love breadsticks (getting diabetes was a real struggle because now eating anything with carbs is kinda risky)

Favorite character of someone else’s?

OOO gosh there are so many good OCs on here dmdlsme Miyuu is absolutely adorable for the record but I’m an absolute sucker for my friend’s OC Match, idk why, I just loved her the moment she started interacting with Todd

Favorite character you write?

Nero is my favorite canon character. I’ve always loved him, always had a huge soft spot for him, just -- he’s my baby and I want to protect him. But my favorite OC would probably be Renee from the Keeper universe? Love her. Love her so much

Who was your first oc?

I believe it was Armadia! She was a lot of fun to make and everything and I’m glad I was able to bring her here because it seems like a lot of people like her

When did you start on tumblr?

Way back in 2012, I think. I could be wrong but I think it was 2012. I got a personal, then I dropped that after my mom found it and went to roleplaying instead.

#ooc #fckin-cuties

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vanilla107 · 7 years

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Masterpiece Part 11

Hey everyone! I’m in the middle of my exams but since it’s my birthday (yes it’s on Halloween! So cool!), I decided to celebrate it by releasing the next chapter of Masterpiece! I got a lot of wonderful comments about Masterpiece and I’m so glad that you all like the story! I’m already saying this now, I won’t be able to update this until my exams end (which is at the end November ughhhh), but please be patient! Thank you for the support so far and I hope you all have a great Halloween!

AND CAN I JUST SAY THAT I’M SUPER EXCITED ABOUT SEASON TWO LIKE OH MY WORD I CAN’T BREATH HALF THE TIME.

If you haven’t read the previous chapter, click the link!

Masterpiece Masterlist

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Waking up warm was absolute bliss. Chloe snuggled closer into the warmth and sighed in content.

Chloe adored the feeling of being warm. It had soon become a luxury after she had to live on her own with a broken window and her apartment always seemed to be freezing.

And Nathanaël-

Chloe’s eyes fluttered open and she blushed.

Nathanaël was still asleep but he looked so...cute.

His bright red hair was messy but it still looked soft to the touch and his features looked innocent. His breathing was slow and steady and all Chloe wanted to do was run her hands through his hair. She hesitantly reached out and quickly touched a lock of his hair.

She was right.

It was soft.

Slowly. So very slowly, she began to play with his hair, enjoying the feeling of the strands between her fingers. She closed her eyes to savour the moment of calm. No rushing to work, no Mr Shelley or Gabriella to deal with and no stress about rent. She was in her happy place.

“Enjoying yourself Chloe?” a tired, yet amused voice asked.

Chloe’s eyes snapped open and she was no longer in her happy place. If anything, she was in embarrassment hell.

Nathanaël was awake and his teal eyes shone with mirth. Chloe could see he was trying really hard not to smile but when he broke out into a full grin, she kicked him out of the bed.

Again.

“Chloe, I swear to God, if you keep kicking me out-!” Nathanaël groaned from the floor and rubbed his side, which had hit the hard floor.

He stood up and glared at the blonde who was bright red.

“I’m sorry, okay! But you can’t expect me to be calm when you scare me like that!”

“Scare you? Are you sure you don’t mean embarrass you?” he teased, the grin back on his face.

Chloe groaned and covered herself with the blankets and Nathanaël chuckled.

“No work today?” he asked as he walked to his wardrobe and began taking out his painting clothes.

“Nope! I have Wednesdays off!” a cheery voice said, muffled by the covers.

“But you told me you worked everyday.”

There was a ruffling sort of sound from behind him and he saw from the corner of his eye that Chloe had taken the covers off and was stretching.

“I worked everyday up until yesterday. Now that Camila is working with me, I have at least one day off. Yeah, the pay will be less but at least I can get a break.”

Nathanaël tried to keep his happiness under control when he stopped.

Was he....happy that Chloe had one day off a week? Why would that make him happy? It wasn’t like he could be with her all the time. She had a life as well and that did mean that he wouldn’t see her sometimes.

“So, any plans for today?” he asked as he turned around to see Chloe making the bed and a small smile crept onto his lips. She turned to face him and thought.

“Hmm...not this morning…why? Does my tortured-artist ‘boyfriend’ have something planned?” she asked with a glint in her eye that made Nathanaël’s heart skip.

He walked to the kitchen and she followed him.

“Well...if I remember correctly...my ‘girlfriend’ wanted to take me out to breakfast but I said no. So why don’t we have breakfast here instead? I have yoghurt, muesli, fruit and other stuff so...”

Chloe rolled her eyes but a playful smile was in her face.

“What kind of peasant do you think I am? I must eat only the finest of breakfasts!”

“Well we can’t have the finest breakfast without tomatoes and it seems like I’m out of it,” Nathanaël murmured as he peered into the fridge.

Chloe clapped. “I’ll get it! I can quickly go to the market and get some.”

Nathanaël raised an eyebrow at her and Chloe sighed in exasperation.

“I can! We’ve been there a few times so I know what I’m doing!”

“Okay, okay. Just get back as soon as you can. I don’t want these eggs getting cold. Oh and here. Please just buy the tomatoes with my money,” Nathanaël said as he fetched his wallet from the bedroom and rifled through it.

Chloe opened her mouth to protest but he gave her a look that said ‘If you try to fight me you’ll lose.’

“Well, I’m just going to my apartment to get changed. I’ll get the tomatoes after that.”

She and Nathanaël walked to the door. He unlocked it and she stepped out the apartment and turned around to look at him. He gave her the money with a small smirk and she took it.

“I don’t need your money but fine.”

“Chloe, the simple pleasures in life should be enjoyed which includes taking money that is being given to you.”

“Simple pleasures don’t just include money,” Chloe huffed.

“Other pleasures like what?”

“Like what you did last night-”

“-Chloe?” a voice of utter disbelief made her blood turn cold.

She knew that voice, and judging that Nathanaël has just given her money, they were still in their rumpled pajamas and what she had just said to him...it sounded explicit and wrong...and she knew that it was going to be taken the wrong way.

Chloe turned to look at the man standing outside her apartment door, looking very shocked and angry. His hair had gotten a little greyer and his face had a few wrinkles but he still looked like a man of authority, even while he was wearing a mailman’s uniform...the same person who she loved and who had cared for her since she was a baby.

“Hey, daddy,” Chloe whispered.

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The table was silent and Chloe hated silences.

They reminded her too much of awkward gala dinner events that she had to attend with her father while he was still mayor and socialize with the other young elite.

But now was no time to worry about that.

She had completely forgotten that her dad had phoned her last week to say that he was planning to visit her. Now he was sitting with her and Nathanaël, having breakfast with them. Chloe had changed out of her pajamas and was now in a denim mini skirt, floral tank top with her brown sandals. Nathanaël was wearing a red t-shirt and jeans.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How could you forget that he was going to visit you? Now this all looks wrong!

Chloe was trying to avoid looking at her dad and instead turned her attention to her musli and tried to think of a way out of the situation without her dad killing Nathanaël.

“Daddy, there’s been a misunderstanding-” she began but he beat her to it.

“Chloe, who is this man? Why did you come out of his apartment? I thought you were living in your own? And did he give you money for-?” her dad demanded.

Chloe could feel her cheeks heating up and she tried to speak.

“D-daddy, this is Nathanaël Kurtzberg. He went with me to high school and he’s a renown artist. I came out of his apartment because he let me sleepover but we didn’t do anything I swear- and did you just imply that I could be a prostitute?”

Why did her dad of all people have to be the one to see this happen?

Her dad took a big gulp of his coffee and set it down.

“Chloe...if this is what you do for a living...as your father I need to keep you safe. It doesn’t make it any better that this guy was a classmate of yours! What if this got out to the public? I can’t have you in the tabloids-!” He almost yelled.

Chloe was close to tears. How could her dad scold her like this when he wasn’t even hearing her out?

“Mr Bourgeois, please let Chloe explain. I can assure you that Chloe is not doing what you think.”

Chloe looked up and saw how calm Nathanaël looked. He didn’t look afraid at all. She looked at her dad who was giving Nathanaël a glare. Chloe thought Nathanaël was going to break before her dad sighed.

“Chloe...please explain.”

Chloe immediately launched into the story of everything that had happened over the past week and how she and Nathanaël knew each other from school. She was exhausted by the time she was done. She had left out Mr Shelley being a total arsehole and how often she slept over at Nathanaël’s apartment but her dad didn’t need to know any of that.

After a few moments of quiet, Mr Bourgeois looked at Nathanaël.

“You’ve really done all of this for my daughter?” he asked softly.

“Yes.”

“Even though she hurt you in the past?”

Chloe winced at the memories of her bullying Nathanaël but shoved them to the side.

“Yes. I would never want to hurt Chloe.”

Chloe held her breath and waited for her dad’s answer.

“Well that’s a relief. It’s...been a struggle for Chloe and I to adjust to this new...lifestyle. I appreciate that someone other than me is looking out for her,” he said with a small smile.

Chloe sighed in relief.

“See, daddy? There’s nothing to be worried about.”

“I see that now Chloe. I really need to talk to you more often. For all I know, I could’ve assumed that you had gotten married to Nathanaël!” he laughed and Nathanaël went a light shade of pink.

Why can’t a car crash through this very apartment and kill me now? Chloe mentally screamed as she put her head on the table.

“Daddy...stop,” she whined in annoyance and he stopped laughing but still had a smile on his face.

“Okay, okay. Well, I think I need to get going. These newspapers aren’t going to deliver themselves!” he said with a chuckle as he hoisted his messenger bag onto his shoulder.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” he said as he gave his daughter a hug.

“I will, daddy,” she murmured as he let her go and Nathanaël walked him to the door.

Once he was gone Chloe sagged against the table and Nathanaël put the empty coffee cup in the dishwasher.

“I can’t believe my dad thought…that was a whole new mortifying experience I had to go through!”

“He had every right to think so, I mean he hasn’t had much interaction with me and me giving you money this time round wasn’t my smartest idea.”

“You got that right! Well, since breakfast is done, I’m heading out,” Chloe stated as she collected her bag and put it on her shoulder.

“Where too?” Nathanaël asked as he packed the last of their dishes into the dishwasher.

“I need to visit some people who I haven’t spoken to in a while. I’ll be back in a few hours, okay? And don’t worry about me, you need to finish your paintings! Bye Nathanaël!”

Nathanaël watched as she walked out and a smile found it’s way to his lips.

Well she is right. I should get painting.

Nathanaël changed into his painting clothes and opened his secret door that lead into the studio. He looked at the massive canvas that he had yet made to be at his gallery showing. He closed his eyes and saw streaks of gold, lilac, icy blue and the slightest tinge of pink. He opened them and he knew exactly what he needed to paint.

Nino did mention the tabloids were talking about the next so-called painting that was going to be better than ‘Rage’...might as well give them what they want.

With a grin, Nathanaël picked up his paintbrushes and began to paint.

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Chloe walked out of the apartment and into the corridor and her mind began to wander.

I can’t believe that my daddy could’ve assumed that Nathanaël and I were married! Gosh, that was so embarrassing! But...my wedding day…it would look so beautiful! Pink rose flower arrangements...a seven-tiered wedding cake...my long ivory silk wedding dress….and Nathanaël waiting at the alter-

Chloe’s eyes widened and she immediately banished the thought from her mind. She walked down the stairs to the exit of the apartment building.

“Get it together! You’re going to meet Rose and Juleka! Now is not the time for daydreaming or thinking about Nathanaël in that way!” she hissed to herself.

She took a breath and walked out of the apartment building into the streets of Paris.

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Rose and Juleka were a couple and ran a flower and tattoo shop together. Chloe decided to start with them because Rose was probably the nicest person to everyone in high school and apologizing to Rose meant apologizing to Juleka at the same time.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Or so she thought.

She had met up with them at a cafe and tried to make the conversation as easy as possible but Juleka wasn’t having any of it.

“Chloe, what do you want?” the raven-haired girl said with an edge to her voice.

“Juleka! Don’t be so negative. Chloe wants to say something and went through all the trouble to meet up with us,” the pixie-haired girl said with a smile.

Chloe couldn’t believe that such a cheery girl was going out with a girl like Juleka but she wasn’t going to question it.

Juleka’s eyes were framed with smoky black eyeshadow and a single phrase shone on her neck. Chloe realized it was a tattoo. She was wearing a beaded top with a black vest underneath, black jeans and boots and her black and violet-streaked hair was in a high ponytail. Chloe could just see the glimpse of a tattoo on her wrist.

Rose was wearing a light pink, ruffled top with white leggings and pink ballet flats. Chloe could see the tattoo on Rose’s wrist, a small raven with little stars around it. Chloe guessed that Juleka must’ve done it. Rose had a single hair clip in her golden hair with soft bronze eyeshadow around her eyes.

“Fine,” Juleka grumbled and drank her ice tea.

Chloe took a deep breath and apologized.

For everything she had ever done to them.

Once she was done, Juleka was speechless and Rose’s eyes looked like they might pop out because they were so wide.

“Did you just-?” started Juleka but was interrupted.

“-I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything that I did to you two while we were in school and...I’m just trying to make things right.”

Rose was silent for a while before she smiled, “Thank you Chloe. I probably wasn’t easy saying all of that. I forgive you.”

Chloe could understand why everyone liked Rose so much now.

She was literal sunshine.

Rose looked at Juleka and intertwined their hands together.

“Juleka...I don’t blame you for hating me. I’m an awful person who made your life awful in high school. You don’t have to forgive me. I’ve realized what a selfish, spoilt brat I was and I’d rather say this now than never.”

Juleka‘s stare was enough to make Chloe want to disappear but instead Juleka nodded.

“Thank you for apologizing. I forgive you but it will take me some time to come at peace with what you did to me in high school.”

Chloe nodded and sipped her smoothie.

“But this does make me wonder why you’re doing this…. A certain red-head artist we know, Chloe? His name starts with an ‘N’ and- are you blushing!” Rose squealed and Juleka raised an eyebrow to Chloe who had gone a deep shade of red.

“W-what? No! What does N-Nathanaël have to do w-with any of this?” Chloe stuttered and Juleka grinned.

“Oh, is this the artist Francoise was talking about, Rose?”

Chloe felt her blood boil. When I get my hands on Franciose he is going to die-

“Yes! Looks like the rumours are true. You and Nathanaël, hmm?” Rose teased.

“No! It’s nothing like that! He just lives next door to me and-”

“-But Franciose told me that he saw you exiting Nathanaël’s apartment a few days ago...are you sure there’s nothing going on between the two of you?” Juleka added her smile growing.

Chloe grabbed her smoothie and glared at the couple, who gave her innocent looks.

“Nope! Nothing is going on between Nathanaël and I! And so what if I’ve spent a night or two at his house? He’s just being friendly!”

“I never said that you spent more than one night at his house. Are trying to say that you’ve slept there a few times?” Juleka smirked.

“Okay, I’m done! You two can’t be convinced! Here, I’ll pay for the drinks! I hope you have a nice day!” Chloe huffed as she slammed the money on the table and walked out of the cafe with her smoothie.

As Juleka and Rose watched her disappear into the streets Rose rested her head on Juleka’s shoulder and smiled.

“She’s in denial,” giggled Rose and Juleka planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Completely.”

#nathchlo #chlonath #MASTERPIECE #jojo writes #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #ml safe haven #adrienette #julerose

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autistic-bee-blog · 7 years

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Things I didn't know are related to me being Autistic until I got older:

-Sensory processing issues that affect personal hygiene, clothing, and appearance:

.My sister hates having her hair brushed, because it hurts her scalp

.I used to go without brushing my teeth because I couldn't stand the sensation

.I couldn't wear jeans as a kid without screaming and being sent into a meltdown

.I have to keep my hair short because I can't stand the feeling on the back of my neck

.My sister has to wash her hair and body over and over to calm down/regulate her sensory issues

-Unusual posture or gait:

.Can look like limping, and did raise comments from my parents ('why are you walking on the outsides of your shoes?' 'I didn't realize I was?')

.Sometimes I have balance issues when I am barefoot, or I feel like I'm walking unevenly because the soles of my feet feel too light

.In terms of posture, I am very rigid and stiff, and I sit and stand very straight (part of this is due to my chronic back pain), and I often look into the distance or up at the ceiling. I might be described as aloof, distracted, pensive, or worried, but it isn't necessarily true. It's just how I sit!

.(My sister is the complete opposite: she hunches over whatever she's doing or looks at her hands.)

-Problems with figurative language (not JUST sarcasm, ughhhh):

.I always had trouble with idioms. Think "The grass is always greener on the other side" (I'm like, "Well, I don't know about greener but technically atmospheric perspective says that the farther in the distance an object is, the bluer it becomes"). Or "You want to have your cake and eat it too" ("Yes, because what would I do with an entire cake if I'm not going to eat it?" This is a ridiculous expression, and I'm never going to change my mind about it.)

.I do have problems with sarcasm sometimes, but that's gotten better as I've aged, and a lot of it has to do with how well I know the person speaking, or if I can read their facial expressions/body language.

-Spatial awareness disabilities, dyslexia, and dyscalculia all have a high comorbid rate with ASD:

.I got nailed with the spatial awareness/visual processing disability and dyscalculia.

.To understand the spatial awareness disability and its extent into my daily life, imagine you are a 4 year old in a bowling alley and you are bowling for the first time. You get a 13-pound ball, and there are no bumpers, and no slide to maneuver the ball with and help aim. Now you have to try and get a strike. For me, the whole world is a bowling alley and tHERE ARE NO BUMPERS

.(I also don't drive largely because of this and limited time in my life at the moment, though I do plan on learning in case it does become necessary.)

.Dyscalculia is sort of like dyslexia, but with numbers and mathematical expressions (it is a thing. It exists, and I didn't know until I was taking pre-calc as a junior in high school and my mom told me about it.)

.For me, it is aggravated by glowing screens and I have a much harder time reading if it is online (which sucks, because now they're putting all the testing and homework online and so me and every other person dealing with this is just internally screaming.) I switch numbers around, delete numbers, and have problems reading graphs (trigonometry was a friggin treat, let me tell you)

.My sister has no spatial awareness issues (as she has demonstrated with her coordination, proclivity for geometric puzzles, Minecraft and other video games that require a certain extent of awareness of what is around you and what will happen if you move this here, etc) She does seem to have some issues with reading and switching letters around and skipping lines, but I don't know if she was ever diagnosed with dyslexia or dyscalculia.

-Poor handwriting, coordination, interpretation of directions:

.My handwriting is....improved from the fifth grade lol.

.It's crooked and sometimes I write outside the margins without meaning to, and some of my letters look like other letters.

.When I was a kid, I had such problems even HOLDING a pencil that they let me type all of my assignments.

.In my American Literature class, the girl next to me was watching me write and she said that I don't slant my pencil, I hold it straight up-down, which seemed to interest her and the teacher. I shrugged it off, but that's part of my handwriting/coordination stuff.

.I am clumsy: I've had trouble opening my pill bottles, drinking beverages without spilling them on myself, and reaching to grab stuff at a distance. It's not very noticeable, and it doesn't really interfere with anything in my daily life.

.I do have trouble with bigger things, like dancing or running, and I had a waiver for my physical education classes as a child for those reasons.

.Interpretation of directions kind of relates to the spatial awareness issues, and it is awful.

.I had a friend try to drive me home once and she ended up being an hour late for dinner with her family. I was so horrified and I avoid accepting rides from anyone that doesn't already know about my issues.

.When I was a kid, I had trouble tying my shoelaces and putting on shoes because I couldn't tell the difference between left and right. That went on until I was 7 or 8, I think.

Anxiety, feeling tired all of the time, and shutdowns:

.I also have an anxiety disorder along with being Autistic, and they "feed" off of each other. So I might already be having trouble speaking or I might be experiencing sensory issues, but then my anxiety will piggyback on those issues and I'll obsess over them until I'm even more stressed out.

.I've had anxiety attacks, panic attacks, and meltdowns, and it can be difficult to tell the difference between them many times. Sometimes a meltdown will evolve into an anxiety attack, or vice versa.

.Due to sensory processing issues, anxiety, other mental health stuff, and the effort it takes to even go about my daily life, and occasionally pass as neurotypical, I do feel tired all the time. I don't really sleep more than average though, and I also deal with insomnia, so my average time sleeping can be from 4-8 hours.

.During a shutdown, I can dissociate, go partially nonverbal, or nonverbal. I will stare into the distance, or at my hands, and feel completely numb. It is a horrible feeling. I don't know how else to describe it.

.I also have problems with trauma-related responses, so those can also add to shutdowns, or mimic shutdowns.

.(People have also pointed out that PTSD can have symptoms that can look like ASD, and vice versa. Think: exaggerated startle response, shutdowns and dissociation, stiff or upright posture, etc. Also there are Autistic people who unfortunately also have PTSD, especially from abuse or bullying which can be related to the bigotry against their Autism and cruel treatment of them by peers, therapists, teachers, parents, and caregivers.)

Auditory processing issues:

.This is so extensive, I can't even put it all down.

.When listening to other people, music, or television, sometimes words begin to sound like SOUNDS and not words. Other times, I can't keep up with processing individual sentences or words and my brain will just blank. Other times, I might think a person said one thing, when they really said a word that sounded similar.

.I ask people to repeat themselves, several times, especially if I don't know them well (I am less likely to be looking at their face/mouth if that is the case too).

.I also watch videos and movies with subtitles.

.My hearing itself is fine, it is only related to my brain processing the words and sounds. The same way my eyes themselves are fine, but I have trouble interpreting directions, sizes, and distances due to the spatial awareness disability.

Synesthesia, perfect pitch, and positive sensory experiences:

.My mom's side of the family is very musical, and so is my younger sister (also on the spectrum). She has perfect pitch, and so does my mother (likely undiagnosed due to limited knowledge of Autism when she was growing up, and due to sexism in the medical and mental health fields)

.We all experience sensory issues, which can be negative, but we also all experience good sensory inputs that other people do not always detect.

.For example, we all experience synesthesia, in different ways. In music, I associate certain notes and pitches with colours, or words. I might hear a song and associate it with the colour turquoise, or I might here a chord and associate it with being "bitter" or poison green.

.My sister and I like to describe the pictures we see listening to music, and it's always funny when one of us says something and then the other goes "Exactly! That's what I was seeing/hearing too!"

.My mom associates certain notes and songs with colours, but she also does so with days of the week, and with people.

.I'm not as musically adept as my mother and sister, but I am into visual arts such as painting, sketching, and sculpting.

.I like to do things in black and white, and then try to "balance" multiple pictures to form a larger piece. I can step back and see blankness, and see what needs to go where to make it feel "complete."

.I also use a lot of colours in some pieces, and I'm very good at discerning multiple shades in one section, even when they are very similar pigments

.My proportions are interesting in that I draw things more elongated than they are, and I might size different things bigger or smaller than they are in real life when I am copying something. I've had art teachers comment on it, and they, interestingly, were always the ones most interested in hearing about my spatial awareness and Autism.

Those are just some of the things I thought I should share. I'm curious to see if any other Autistic people have similar experiences to share (feel free to do so!) As always, this is from my perspective, so every single thing might not ring true for every single person on the spectrum. I hope this is of some use, or at least relatable to other Autistic people, or maybe even insightful for anyone wondering if they might be Autistic.

#actually autistic #just some stuff I experience

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mirokuna-hime · 7 years

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All of the plants

Oh my …God! thank you so much rabbah

This goes under a cut because this is really long and sometimes I couldn’t stop rambling

baby’s breath: 5 things you associate yourself with:

headphones (I’ve got 6 and they are all lying around the house because I#m always hearing music),everything chocolate flavored,literature,games aaannd cats

bleeding heart: what makes you heart go mushy?

I’m pretty hard to crack honestly but if something makes my heart go mushy it’s friendship? Like if I see a beautiful supportive friendship of two people who trust each other unconditionally my heart just melts. Cheeta and Patsu of Castle in the sky (my favorite ghibli movie btw)is a prime example of that. Everyone deserves a friend like Patsu!

bell flower: what’s the title of the song that makes you want to jump around out of joy?

O-zone - Dragostea din tei ! Numa, numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa yay!~

Sorry I got carried away a little. This is such an old song , a song of my childhood to be exact but I love it so much I can’t keep my feet still once the first few seconds of this song start playing.

evening primrose: what’s your sleeping playlist (give me 5 songs)?

I have no sleeping playlist, but sometimes they have radioplays with the horror genre in the radio sooo yeah I listen to that to fall asleep (they also do Ann of Green Gables sometimes but pssshhht!)

forget-me-not: who is your favorite blog who isn’t following you?

@checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself I really love his content but i actually don’t mind him not following me since my blog is a mess!

daffodil: what is one plant that you want to have but can never get?

plastic plants…Listen I’m really not good with flowers or anything green, I killed a cactus once and the palm tree in my room isn’t looking that healthy either v.v But my mum won’t allow me one because of all the dust…

calla lily: are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening?

rainy evening 100% I like thunderstorms even more I think they’re relaxing, a nice book/movie, some tea, some snacks and here you have my dream of an evening

foxglove: what is your favorite color and in what shade?

ughhhh dammit, I love so many colours especially pastels but if you really want me to choose it’s burgundy? I like any colour with some violet in it to be fair…

lavender: what is something that you’ve always wanted to be/have/get but can never have?

My initial thought was “cats!” but I can keep some once I moved out so that doesn’t count. And this now, is goin to sound completely stupid but ..blonde hair. I wanted to be blondewith bright green eyes (I’m a sucker for green eyes) since I was a small child. My hair is dark brown with a lot of red in it so colouring it isn’t really an option my skintone also doesn’t fit well with blonde hair so rip my aesthetics…

love in a mist: what is the latest dream that you remember?

I dreamed I failed my music test, which I was supposed to be writing today but it was cancelled…

daisy: what is your favorite flavor of cotton candy, ice cream, and juice?

Never had cotton candy, chocolate, good old classic orange juice

painter’s palette: are you more of a singer, dancer, painter, or instrumentalist?

I’m more of a painter, I doodle rather often but I feel insecure about my results maybe one day I will upload something. I’m a disaster when it comes to music to be honest…

tulip: what is your most favorite make-up product? do you like it more natural, dark, or etc?

natural,since I don’t wear make up, I never learned how to use it properly. I’ll look like clown if I would try it now also i feel uncomfortable with it.

waxflower: are you a bee or a butterfly person? a dog or a cat person?

Neither I’m terrified of insects (and spiders) of any kind so even a butterfly will freak me out. I love both but I’m more of a cat person.

sugarbush: do you have sweet tooth? if yes, what’s your favorite sweets? if no, why?

chocolate…and I have a very sweet tooth

sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid?

I’d rather be a mermaid that way I can’t drown, which is number one of my list in “Ways I don’t want to Die” (yes I also have a list in ways I would “like” to day before you ask)

sweet pea: what would you like to call your significant other?

Im boring. I would like to call him/her by his/her name or a shortform of it. I only use petnames on actual pets. I call them baby, beautiful, sweety etc.

sea lavender: can you swim? which strokes can you do?

butterfly style but I’m horribly slow and a bad swimmer.

windflower: list 5 of your favorite blogs and explain why i like them

@sasstral, @xionchan and @checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself I like the content! and the humour! and the people!

@reijiakabutt and @pendulum-sonata :These two are by far not the biggest fans of zexal,but I like reading their rants and they changed my opinions on lots of things plus I like to see things from a different perspective (same goes for @kaguranzu)

golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook?

I’m a great cook but my desserts are even better!

bloom: what is something that you would like to tell your children?

I don’t want children but i would propably tell them that it is fine to make mistakes and have regrets, you just need to accept them and grow from that experience!

peony: what is something that you wish your parents could’ve told you?

I wish my family would have been alot more convincing at telling me that “santa is real” ! Every Chrisrmas was hell for the pour soul who had to put on the santa costume because I was a little shit and didn’t believe in santa and searched for proof that he doesn’t exist every. goddamn. christmas! I apologize for that mum.

prairie gentian: do you have a significant other?

never had one

september flower: are you more of a sunshine or sunset person?

sunset, I see it every morning while I walk to school

bird of paradise: do you wake up early? do you sleep early?

wake up early but go to bed rather late..I don’t know how I manage to do this

marigold: what’s your favorite tea?

google translate told me it’s rose hips tea…should I trust him?

peruvian lily: what are the names of your pets?

My first dog was named: Trixie, my second Lucky. I have two birds that are called: Berry and Litschi

hyacinth: do you name your plants?

the name of my palm tree ist Bernd

lilac: would you rather sleep and be cozy or hang out with your friends?Why not both?

poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is?

dip!

dandelion: any special talent that you have?

Teachers have been telling me I’m gifted at writing and anylyzing! I#m proud of that

#rabbah-wings #miro answers #ask meme #thank you so much again!!

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years

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ishqbaaz 24.03.17 lb

ugh. more aiiwaiii ka drama today. 😣😣😣😣

kamini needs to watch her fucking mouth while talking to my mummmayy 🔪🔪🔪

“itemgiri” 😂😂😂

... you know the scene is getting ridiculous when shakti is the person with most backbone here. 😐😐😐

ranveer is too busy harassing real shivaay to come. 🙄🙄🙄

ANIKA NOOOOOOOOO, LET SAUMYAAAAA DO HER THING 😩😩😩

pleaseeeeee let this be the start of pinky’s redemption towards anika. please lord. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

lmao ulhas’s face = mine, at all this bhaaari bharkam sanskaari talk. 😆😆😆

“koi is mother india ko chup karaao! iski zubaan bina brake ki cycle hai jo chalti jaa rahi hai, CHALTI JAA RAHI HAI!!!” lmaooooooooooo 😂😂😂

anika, you and your logical reasoning have no fucking place in this show. ✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽

LMAOOOOOOOOO ULHAS SCHOOLING HIMSELF TO REACT APPROPRIATELY TO THE 10 CRORE 😂😂😂

anika you idiot, why are you giving away BOTH the kangan??? give one, worth 5 crore, which was what was promised. 😒😒😒

lolllllll, bechaara ulhas. haath ko aaya, par mooh na laga. 10 crore ke kangan toh gaye, and looks like he won’t get the rest of the jewelry either. 😂😂😂

“yeh sawaal ki dukaan aise hi phenkum phenk kar rahi hai...” lololol 😂😂😂

KAMEEEEENI I AM THIS 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 CLOSE. THISSSSSSSS CLOSE. 👌🏽

hahaha his “shivaaaaaaaay” growly voice. 😂😂😂

pleaseeeeee, when in the history of ever has shivaay given such a calm and measured response? 😒😒😒

ouffffff, finally, gayiiiii kameeeeeni. 🙄🙄🙄

SHAKTI, SHUTTTT THE F UP. YOU’RE THE WORST. 😤😤😤

ughhhhh dadiiiii, how can you respond so tepidly to pinkyyyy??? fuck you. 😡😡😡

@ ulhas:

ooooh, flashback shivikaaaa!!!! 😍😍😍

ughhhh, look at her defending him and his shittiness as a husband. girl, what’s wrong with you??? he WAS a shitty husband until like 4 seconds ago. don’t excuse his fuckery. 😒😒😒

i was riiiiiiiiiiiiight, shivaay haaaas been giving his ladyyyy some 💍💎💍💎 ~~sugarrrrrr~~ 💍💎💍💎 and trying to buy her love.

seriously, i’d react the exact same way. 10 CRORES FOR FUCKING BANGLES? BITCH, INVEST THAT SHIT IN REAL ESTATE. OR STOCKS. OR BUY ME A SMALL ISLAND WHEN I NEED A BREAK FROM YOUR CRAZYASS FAMILY AND THEIR FUCKERY. THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO WITH 10 CRORES AROUND MY WRIST????? 😒😒😒

pft. theek hai theek hai. zyaaada makkhan lagaane ki zaroorat nahi hai. 🙄🙄🙄

OK SO THESE TWO HAVE JUST BEEN HAVING CASUALLY ROMANTIC MOMENTS LIKE THESE AND WE’VE NOT BEEN SHOWN THEM???? 😑😑😑

HOW MANY MORE DID WE MISS, HUH? HOW MANY MORE? DID THEY ALREADY HAVE THEIR FIRST KISS??? HAVE THEY BEEN HAVING 50-SHADES-OF-GREY-INSPIRED CHAKKU WAALA SEX ALL THIS WHILE???? IS ANIKA ALREADY PREGGERS WITH A KANJI EYED BABY???? I WANT ANSWERS, PPL! I WANT ANSWERS!!!!!!!! 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

ok calming self down. 😪😪😪

whooops. anikaaaa’s madddd. 🙃🙃🙃

hahahaha “family ke saamne MOTHER INDIA, aur husband ke saamne ANGRY BIRD” 😂😂😂

i srsly love how middle class he is. he’s sooooo me. coz honestly, what could possibly be more important than the 10 crore ke kangan???? “khaas pal” jaaye tel lene. 🙄🙄🙄

“tension-o” OOOOOOOOOOOPS. 😬😬😬

pft redddd herrrrrring. she knows jackkkkkk. 🙄🙄🙄

... there’s no winning withhhhh an angryyyyy wife. 😆😆😆

lmaooooo AWWWWWWWWWWWW. she’s learnt to use it right! 😂😂😂

wherever shivaay is rn, he must be feeling proud and warm and fuzzy on the inside. 😊😊😊

LMAO “DOGGIE TOH KAHIN NAHI HAI, TOH YEH *WOH* WAALI AWAAZ KYUN KAR RAHI HAI” 😂😂😂😂😂😂

WHY DIDN’T ANIKA MEET ULHAS EARLIERRRRRR????? OMG I’D HAVE ROOTED SO HARD FOR THEM TO GET TOGETHER!!!! 😭😭😭

5 crore ke zevarrrrrr POCKET MEIN CHUPA KE RAKHA HAI???? 😧😧😧

honestly, it’s so fucking unfair how much men’s pockets can hold, and we ladies have to deal with that fake pocket bs. WE HAVE MORE SHIT WE NEED TO CARRY THAN THEM. THIS BITCH HERE WOULD LIKE TO CARRY A TUBE OF CHAPSTICK AND HER KEYS WITHOUT HAVING TO BRING A WHOLE OTHER BAG FOR IT THANKS. 😒😒😒

OMFG ANIKA KI ZANGOORA WAALI OUTFIT. WHAT EVEN?!? 😖😖😖

oufffff, fuck outta here with these ridiculous red herrings. we know he’s not gonna be found out anyyyyyyyyyy time soon. 🙄🙄🙄

“AUR KITNA TAIYAAR HOOON MAIN?” 😂😂😂

omfg this idiot stillllll hasn’t learnt his lesson from the first time and is gonna stash the jewelry in some weakass rando place. 😒😒😒

THEEK SE TOH CHUPAAAAA, BHENCHO... 😩😩😩

saumya looks cute af. 😍😍😍

your loss, rudy boy. yourrrrrr loss. 😗😗😗

will saumya get a new love interest, or will she be written out of the show or... like... what’s gonna happen to her??? 🤔🤔🤔

oh boyyyyy. 😬😬😬

“RUK JAA MOTI”

of course ulhas is a fatshaming asshole. ugh. 😒😒😒

well, i suppose he did warn us with the “i’m badddd, but not beryyyyy bad” still a better human being than real!shivaay though. 😕😕😕

greatttttt. even more drama to do with pinky tomorrow. yaaaaaaaaar, when will this track be overrrrrrrrrrrrrrr???? i am this close to quitting and just reading written updates till something actually happens. 😒😒😒😤😤😤

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

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lastoneout · 7 years

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Darling, Hold My Hand

Chapter 1: Go Weave A Basket

Rating: G

Ship: Poppy/Branch (Broppy, Boppy)

Fic Summary: Pre-movie AU where Poppy falls for Branch and decides to do something about it. An exploration of how Grey!Branch and Poppy would make a relationship work.

A03

Poppy didn't remember when she started having feelings for Branch. Honestly, he was the last person in the world she imagined falling for, but somewhere between chasing him around trying to cheer him up and watching him from a distance catching those rare glimpses into what she figured was his true nature, she fell. And she fell hard.

It was one of those fleeting moments that she realized it. She was nearly nineteen, laughing with her friends after another intricate song and dance number, when she spotted him. He was standing in the distance, almost hidden behind a mushroom, staring at them with that odd, cryptic look. She gave him a small smile and waved, and for once he waved back. Then, as if startled by his own actions, a blush bloomed across his face and he turned, trudging back into the woods.

It hit her all at once. The smiles, the hidden glances and hesitant waves and oh goodness--she liked him. She liked him a lot.

Trolls were very straightforward creatures. Concepts like lies and sarcasm were not unheard of, but certainly weren't normal. So when one person liked another they always admitted it outright. There was no point in hiding it, and sure it didn't always work out, but after a while the troll in question would get over it and not let awkwardness come between them and their former crush.

But Poppy wasn't so confident. Had it been anyone else she would have gone and just told them, but this was Branch. And Branch...was different. Very different. She had no idea how he would react. Would he feel the same? Would he get mad and yell? Tell her to stop being stupid and to leave him alone?

And what if he did feel the same...what then? How would her friends react? He surely wouldn't suddenly want to go to parties and sing, and she was mostly fine with that. Branch was Branch, she liked him and would try to respect what he wanted. But her friends, her dad, the village...what would they say?

She worried over it for a whole week before she decided that damn the consequences she just had to tell him. It was the right thing to do, and sitting on the feelings was driving her up a wall. So the next day she got up, squared her shoulders, and marched off into the forest to find him.

The walk was blessedly short, giving her no time to second guess herself, but when she found him sitting in the shade just outside his bunker she felt her heart give an involuntary leap. She swallowed and tried to calm herself before walking up to him.

“Hey Branch!” She called. He visibly tensed, before sighing and looking up at her.

“What do you want, Poppy?”

She froze, this was it. Just breathe, be honest, and tell him. Easy as pie. “I...” Suddenly the words grew heavy on her tongue and she felt the panic rise again. “I...um...”

“Well?” He asked, clearly annoyed.

“Um...nothing...” She deflated, all courage and hope leaving her. She fiddled with her hands, struggling to find an excuse, “I just wanted to say hi and uh...see what you were doing.”

He gave her a confused stare. “...really?”

“Yeah! Um,” she gazed down at the piles of long leaves and sticks he had gathered, “What are you doing?”

“If you must know, I'm making a basket.”

“Oh..um...will you teach me?” She asked, trying to find a reason to stay. If she couldn't confess at least she could spend some time with him.

“How to make a basket?”

“Yep!”

“...Why?”

“Well,” she said, sitting down in front of him, “I'm going to be queen one day, and uh...a queen should know how to do things...like making baskets.”

He furrowed his brow and turned his head slightly, clearly trying to discern if she was pulling a prank, “What's this really about?”

She shook her head, reaching down grabbing one of the sticks, “Come on, just show me.”

“...Alright fine. But no singing. Or dancing.”

She nodded, “Deal.”

“Ok,” He took the stick from her, “I'll start it for you but you're gonna have to do the rest yourself. It isn't as easy as it looks so pay attention.”

Poppy was true to her word, even going so far as to ignore her hug time bracelet, and they passed the afternoon in comfortable silence. Usually the reserved atmosphere would drive her up a wall before long, but today she found that she enjoyed it. Branch was there, and quiet fit him, and if she liked him then she figured she could learn to like the quiet too. Besides, without any of her usual theatrics she could hear the sounds of the forest around them, mixing with the relaxing noises of the grass sliding against itself as they worked on the baskets. It was nice. Really nice.

Of course the silence also left room for her mind to wander. She found herself stealing a glance at him from time to time, the deep, concentrated look on his face making her cheeks grow warm, and her heart fluttered every time he reached over to correct a mistake she had made.

In the end Branch made two baskets in the time it took her to finish one, and while her’s resembled a tumbleweed more than anything she was proud of it. She helped him gather the leftover supplies(and tried not to blush when their hands inevitably touched.)

“Well...thanks for the...” he said as he glanced at her basket, “...help, I guess.”

“Aw, Branch, that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me.”

“Yeah, well don't get used to it.” He said with a poorly concealed blush, “Anyway, you should go. It’s going to be dark soon.”

“Right.” She paused, mulling over telling him now. She didn’t like keeping secrets, even small ones had always felt like lies to her, but she still couldn’t bring herself to utter the words.

“Thank you for teaching me.” She said instead, “I had fun.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He gathered the last of his things and walked back to his bunker.

“Wait!�� She called.

He looked back, “What?”

She held out her basket, “Don’t you want it?”

“Uh....” He said, “No, that’s ok. You made it, you should keep it.”

She smiled, deciding that he was very cute when he was trying to be nice, “Ok! Well, thanks again.”

He nodded awkwardly and Poppy held her composure until she heard his door close and the last of his 16 locks and bolts click into place.

“Ughhhh....” She buried her face in her basket, stomping her foot weakly. ‘Dummy! Why didn’t you just tell him?’

She brought the basket away from her face. ‘At least I tried...’ she reasoned, ‘And there’s always tomorrow.’

That was it. She’d just try again tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. Eventually she could confess or Branch would get tired of her pointless visits and get the truth out of her. He was good at that. It was foolproof. Until then she would at least get to know him a little better. That couldn’t hurt.

She nodded, held her basket close and made her way back home.

And she returned, not just the next day, but every day that week, and that month. Each time Branch seemed more and more confused by her presence, but she always waved it off, insisting that whatever survival skill he was practising was important for her to know. He was hesitant, but in the end always gave her the same terms. No singing or hugging or dancing, and she could stay and learn. And she always agreed.

She did miss it, dancing and singing were part of her, but she made due, focusing instead on fire-making or trap building or rope spinning, hardly ever slipping up. She learned to scavenge for food and water, how to start a garden, the basics of navigation and even some hand to hand combat.

As the hours passed she found that she actually enjoyed learning. Sure, it wasn't her usual thing, but she couldn't deny that it was all important knowledge that could help her people when she became queen. Not that she imagined that anything bad would happen, she still believed that she and her people were as safe as safe could be, but she supposed it couldn't hurt to prepare, just like Branch did.

And yet, for all of the time she spent with him, she still lacked the courage to just tell him why she was there in the first place. She told herself that it would come when it came, but a month later she still hadn't come any closer to spilling the truth.

"Poppy..." Branch asked one day, a half eaten sandwich in his lap. She had spent the morning helping him dig a new room in his bunker, getting a crash-course in underground architecture in the process(She also ended up covered in mud, but that was fun in its own way, so she didn't mind.) They both sat in the light of a few bio-luminescent mushrooms eating the small lunch Branch had offered her.

"Yeah?" She replied.

"...Every single day this month you've come and helped me. You don't sing, you don't hug, you don't dance, and you haven't even complained about it."

"Yeah...?" She shrunk away from him slightly as her heart started pounding. She could tell where this was going, and she certainly didn't like it.

"So what's the deal? And don't pretend it's just 'cuz you want to learn because I know that's not true. You've never shown any kind of interest in this stuff before. Is it just some new ploy to try to get me to open up?"

"Well...no, not exactly..."

"Then what is it?"

"...um..."

"Poppy. Just tell me." He said, annoyed. She felt herself blush, lowering her food to her lap. She still felt so scared, her heart pounding away in her chest more fiercely than ever. But...she knew it was time to tell him. She had danced around the topic for too long. Sure, he probably didn't feel the same, and while she would lose all of the private moments and hesitant touches and smiles they had shared in the past days, she just couldn't keep lying to him.

"I...I like you."

"Well, yeah, that's obvious, you haven't left me alone for days." He said with a laugh, "What's the real reason?"

"No, Branch. I like you. Like...like-like you."

His eyes snapped to meet hers, his gaze deep and clouded with mistrust. He let the words hang in the air before speaking, his voice quiet, all traces of humor gone. "That's not funny, Poppy."

"What...no, I'm not kidding. I do!"

"Yeah, whatever. We're done for today." He got up, gathering what was left of his lunch and as she watched him she felt anger rise in her chest. He really didn't believe her! She stood as well and grabbed his hand. He stopped, but refused to look at her.

“I do.” She grasped his hand tighter, “I have for a while now actually...I was just too scared to tell you.”

He turned back to stare at her, still unsure.

“When have I ever lied to you?” She asked, trying not to sound hurt.

“Poppy..." He sighed, "Even if you do like me...I can’t be all the things you'd want me to be. I'm never going to...be like you."

“I just want you to be you, Branch.” She said honestly, giving him a shy smile. He didn’t speak, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he gazed at their joined hands.

“Do...do you like me too?” She asked after a moment, and he nodded his head and blushed deeper.

“...Of course I do...”

“Really!?” She gasped.

“Yes, Poppy, I do.”

She felt dizzy suddenly, and her face glowed with a deep blush. She took her hand back and smacked herself on the arm, hissing at the pain. "I'm not dreaming..."

"I could have told you that." Branch said, grinning at her antics. "But by all means, continue."

She instead rushed forward, pulling him into a tight hug. He was warm and solid, and she felt safe...for a moment. Her actions caught up to her almost instantly and she stepped back, sheepishly looking at the ground. "Sorry, I know you don't like hugs."

He seemed sad for a second, before reaching forward and pulling her back into the hug, "I don't...but for you...I guess I could make an exception." She wrapped her arms around him again, savoring the feeling. She never realised how much she wanted this. Just him and her, close and safe and maybe...happy. She could only hope he was enjoying it as much as she was.

"Poppy..." He whispered, not pulling away, "I really can't be everything you want me to be..."

"Branch, I told-" She tried to pull back but he held her fast, and so she leaned back in and kept quiet.

"Just hear me out, okay?" She nodded.

"I just don't...I don't want you to do this because you feel like you have to or something..."

"Why would I do something if I didn't want to?" She asked quiety, still shocked at his uncertainty.

"Because you’re a people pleaser, Poppy. You just want everyone to be happy."

"So...?"

"So...I just want to make sure you know what you're doing...and why."

"Branch..." She leaned back, and he let her look up at him. He was still blushing, but he looked more scared and vulnerable than she had ever seen him.

"I’m doing this because I do like you. A lot. It just...took me a while to figure it out.” She squeezed one of his hands, “Can you at least give me a chance?”

“What about...everyone else? Your dad? The village?”

“Who cares? It’s none of their business.” She said adamantly, as if she was trying to remind herself as well as him.

“But it will be.” He said, ever the voice of reason, “You’re gonna be queen one day.”

She shrugged, “So we’ll figure it out. Together.”

“Together...” He repeated.

“Yep. Together. What do ya say?”

He paused again, considering her words, “...Together...sounds nice.”

“I think so too.”

He gave her a soft, adoring look and she blushed before collapsing back into the hug.

“You know for someone who doesn’t like hugs,” She said with a smirk, “you’re pretty good at them.”

“Ok, that’s just rude.”

“More like true.”

“Nope, too late. I changed my mind.” He picked her up and she let out an involuntary gasp, breaking out into giggles as he carried her to the elevator, “Time to go, Poppy.”

“Branch, put me down!” She wiggled against his grip, still laughing, “As your future queen I command it!”

“As you wish, your majesty.” He deadpanned, dropping her onto the soft moss of the platform. She made an indignant noise and stubbornly grabbed him, pulling him down on top of her. The pair blushed furiously for a moment before dissolving into giggles.

“You’re awful.” She laughed.

“You know you love it.” He replied, taking her hand.

She hummed, entwining their fingers, “Yeah, I do.”

#me and mine #text #broppy #dreamworks trolls #loo writes

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