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theunconcernedembalmer · 3 years

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Toko! I was thinking of creating an ask the character blog for IDV or Genshin Impact and wanted a few tips on how to start off. Anything you can share?

ey yo my dude!! thank you so much for this question, now im lowkey tempted (again) to make a genshin ask blog sjadhlkshgkahshglsaj anyway my 1.5 cents is under the cut, yall know how much i talk here HAHAHAHAH

uhhhhhh so i guess we start with picking a character u really Vibe with tm? I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE COMMON SENSE BUT LIKE ive been considering making a genshin ask blog for a while now but i never really got to it cos i couldnt really decide on a character (plus the fact that their outfits are. so intricate. is also a hmm since i try to follow details to a t) (at first i wanted to do zhongli, but i feel like to be able to muse him well u need to know the lore super super well, which i dont n im too lazy to research on that aha. n u know how much i respect characterizations, especially for such a complex character like him. i also considered xiangling for a period of time mostly for guoba but also like i have 2+1 blogs here n having one more might not be a very good idea aha) (as for aesop he was my Hyperfixation Character tm also cos i looked at his kit n went Yep i could work with this. probably)

so assuming ur not a dumbass like me n u kinda know who u wanna pick, id actually say to snoop around here for other ask blogs n kinda get a feel of the... scene? is that the word? or like u know, other blogs that u can potentially vibe with. ive run a couple of ask blogs before this current one (both that have died for different reasons) n from my experience interacting with other blogs (if theyre okay with it, i think most should be) is pretty fun. it also kinda helps get ur blog around to other ppl on other blogs so they can go Oh whats this cool shit n check u out, n its also a reason why we kinda reblog promo posts for other blogs (also cos we’re always excited when someone new comes on, its really the more the merrier. we see all :eyes:). interacting with other blogs is also an option when ur inbox is looking real roomy too

another reason why i havent exactly done a genshin blog is that idk i cant actually seem to find genshin ask blogs around (i have seen rp blogs, or those that answer asks with mostly text instead of art, but thats. not my thing since i hate my own writing aha) (i did find one aether blog some time ago, but for some reason i hardly see them around anymore??? idk man i might be wrong). its not like im trying super hard to find them ask blogs, so im sure they exist out there (hopefully?? im not sure but im being optimistic). i mean theres nothing wrong with just starting an ask blog without others around, but for me i do find a difference when i interact with other ask blogs n when i dont, n i prefer when theres others to have fun with (unfortunately i couldnt find any ask blogs to interact with in my previous fandom. i tried, but the blogs i approached seemed to go inactive shortly afterwards...) plus u get to meet friends that way too :D (i made a lot of friends via idv askblogs n its really been a joy vibing with others)

as for the idv scene. gestures around me. unfortunately there are a lot of ask blogs that arent that active anymore, but theres still some of us who are alive n kicking empty inboxes, n im sure everyone would love to see a new face around. winks at u. also there seems to be a lot more blogs popping up lately, which is really heartening to see.

then u kinda just. make ur blog? n a starting introduction post so ppl can reblog it n spread the word XD n yay u have a blog i guess??? XD

i gotta say tho. dont expect ur blog to take off immediately (especially for smaller fandoms like idv, tvbh i didnt think my blog would even get half this far when i started cos of how non existent idv tumblr seemed to be) n ur inbox will probably be looking pretty empty a lot of the time (or at least filled with some that u havent quite thought of how to reply to yet aha) (but also like empty inboxes happen pretty often, im sure most of us here have experienced this problem)

in the case of the first ask blog i ever started, it never really took off at all. ngl it was kind of demoralizing n depressing but to be fair i had picked one of the more obscure characters in the series, so obscure that many ppl in the fandom would have never heard of this character before. if u wanted to know, i took a character that only appeared in the 2nd musical of the series, who also made a very brief cameo in the manga to acknowledge his existence within that universe. thats how obscure my character was, but i went with him purely because he was my favourite character. i will say though i did enjoy it while it lasted n i learnt a lot from the experience, n i think thats whats important really.

i guess this kinda leads on (not really but let me digress) to the whole uhhhh thing where if u choose a more popular character, u get more attention. which is fine i guess? if u really vibe with the character, i mean theyre popular for a reason. n choosing a more popular fandom (like genshin) would objectively also get u more viewers n numbers. but like honestly i believe that ask blogs are meant for u to have fun with, n like trying to get popular gets tiring pretty fast (this shouldnt be like a main goal, but u know sometimes u subconsciously also want that gucci follower count n bomb ass notes or something. i used to be guilty of this until i realized it isnt worth it) especially if ur not enjoying yourself in the process. (case in point: my previous fandom was considerably larger n my blog got about 700 followers within a year or so, but it got very tiring n stressful to maintain after my interest in it died, n no one was really interacting with the blog even though i tried which kinda made it even more depressing despite the so called success n popularity of the blog)

anyway on a less serious note, theres a lot of fun stuff u can do with the ask blog, like some ask blogs have really fancy tags that i really like n try to do but also like not really HAHAHAHA. i kinda just channel what i want to see in an ask blog into my own ask blogs (good art is one, i try very hard for it to be good :,DD another is characterization, n others is just extra miscellaneous arts n stuffs like au ideas or memes. these are also somethings u could work on during ask box downtimes perhaps)

uhhh another side thing is like a posting schedule i guess? like ppl would be more likely to interact (i think) if ur blog is relatively active, n this is usually determined by the last post u made (i think XD). but like generally for blog maintenence id say try to kinda find a frequency that ur comfortable with?? cos i know my once a day posting is kinda insane if i wasnt so hyperfixated on all of this n fight the urge to dump all ur replies when u finish them XD (though ive seen some blogs do that n they do it pretty frequently so its pretty nice to know once u see their post u can spend some time going through the latest batch of posts XD) the queue function is pretty useful here even though i truthfully have never really used it, i kinda just post from my drafts really but it also helps to space out ur content to seem somewhat active especially when u dont have the time to be working on replies sometimes. i hope u know what im trying to say here aha

ANYWAY that was like my 1.5 cents cos i dont even think its worth 2 cents HAHAHAHAH these are just my thoughts from running all my blogs up till now, some that are still running n the others that have just died a natural death. i wouldnt actually delete them (theyre still around actually XD) cos theyre kinda like archives n i can look back at what i did last time. cos ngl i made some high quality stuff back then, n i dont even know how i managed to do that aldhflhdsgk. also ppl do look at archive blogs every now n then for the content thats there yknow

BUT YES anyway if u do decide to join the idv ask blogs hmu, ill be sure to give u a lil shoutout here. winks

#its me the mun #unconcerned ramblings #i know ive said that there are a lot of new blogs popping up #but uhhh i dont really dare to interact with them #considering they kinda did come in just when shit had hit the fan n idk i might have been known as The Problematic Blog tm #so i understand if ppl dont want to interact with me n im fine with it. so for now i wont be initiating anything #like dropping asks into inboxes unless i know the mun n theyre comfortable with me doing this #i will interact with everyone who drops by my inbox tho!!#i also tend to get to replies for other blogs faster than general replies cos i feel bad if i kept the other person waiting for too long #I DO forget about rp replies sometimes tho. sometimes #i try my best to get to every one of them tho. even when im kinda busy this period aha #also starting off is actually easy. its about maintaining thats difficult i feel #which is also why i havent done up a genshin ask blog yet HAHAHAHAHA #i really hate to give up on something ive already started when it comes to art projects so

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everybodyscupoftea · 3 years

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idk you yet: come hang out

reggie peters x oc

you’re working so damn hard, you forgot what you like

November

The problem with Reggie not telling the boys he had date plans was that, though they were on a brief touring break, Luke wanted them to stay busy. Every time he sat down to text William, Luke popped up with, “Hey, you ready to work on stuff for our next album.”

Normally he loved the work ethic. It was easy to get into Luke’s excitement and to write with him. Luke was incredibly creative and loved immediate feedback from his band members while also respecting their suggestions.

But when he just wanted a break to head back to San Jose to see William, it just didn’t seem like it would happen. The best possible outcome would be that he gets so much stuff done at the beginning of the month that Reggie would have more time for their tentatively scheduled date.

Wanna facetime?

Reggie smiled at the text and looked around their shared apartment. He knew Luke and Alex were home, in their room, and he was pretty sure Bobby was out, so it seemed unlikely that they’d actually want to work on anything without him.

Sure

Walking over to his room, Reggie collapsed onto his bed, smiling brightly as he answered the call. A tired looking William filled his screen and an ache in his chest that he didn’t realize was there was soothed.

“Hey, Reg.”

“Hey, Will, what’s up?”

William hummed, “Nothing much. About to nap before our game tonight, but I missed you.”

“Aw,” Reggie teased, “I’m more important than sleep.”

“Absolutely,” William told him earnestly.

It shocked Reggie into silence a few seconds before he managed to stutter out, “Well, I just hope it doesn’t throw your game off today.”

“You’re watching right?”

Squinting at his phone, Reggie slowly answered, “Yeah. I haven’t missed one yet.”

“I know, I just wanted to make sure. Hockey isn’t exactly your first choice to watch.”

His voice sounded a little timid, and Reggie bit his lip, “I mean I won’t watch any other teams, but I love watching you play.”

“That’s good to know,” William laughed, “can’t have the boy I like being a Kings fan.”

Reggie played dumb, “The Kings?”

“Oh hush, I know you know who they are.”

“I do, I was just trying to make you feel better.”

William laughed again, head tossed back, “Well you succeeded. My ego is sufficiently inflated.”

“Good. Hopefully you carry that on the ice tonight.”

“Always do.”

His eyes were starting to flutter a bit and Reggie smiled at the almost adorable sight. William flinched and shook himself awake with a loud yawn, so Reggie told him, “I’ll let you get some sleep. Talk to you tonight?”

“Yeah, definitely. Counting down the days until you get here.”

“I can’t wait either.”

William hung up a few seconds later, and Reggie got off his bed. Maybe, he thought to himself, he should start planning a date. Sure, William knew more about San Jose, but he didn’t want William to do all the heavy lifting. Reggie was terrified he’d eventually get tired of being the only one putting in effort.

So, he grabbed one of his many notebooks from his bookshelf and his laptop to start googling date spots in San Jose. Reggie scrolled and checked reviews, taking notes on his favorite places for future dates if not the first.

Truthfully, he had no clue if William wanted to do something simple for the first date or do something fun. They talked a lot and had gotten to know each other pretty well already, which was usually the first date activity, so they could probably afford to actually do something if they wanted to.

Biting his lip, he stared at the page. Maybe there were too many options, it looked a bit all over the place. Flipping the page, he started grouping the ideas into activities, formal, and casual. It made him feel a bit better, more organized and easier to pitch to William.

By the time he finished, it was almost game time, so Reggie put on the Sharks pride shirt he’d bought at William’s recommendation and wandered back out to the kitchen. Grabbing some leftovers to heat up, Reggie flipped on the TV and turned to the channel that normally played Sharks games.

Pre-game commentary started, and he sat on the couch to wait for the microwave to finish up. They were talking about some players that Reggie slightly recognized from William’s stories, and he pulled up the roster on his phone just as his food finished reheating.

Moving back over to the couch, Reggie pulled his feet up underneath him and scrolled through the roster while he waited for dinner to cool. He started matching names to faces, smiling when he heard them talking about William and his three game scoring streak.

“The Sharks got a good one in Harris. I know people talked about his devaluation after coming out, how it could cause problems in the locker room, but we haven’t seen much of that on the ice.”

Reggie grimaced at his words. William hadn’t really gone into depth about how his teammates treated him off the ice, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to bring it up in case it was a sensitive topic. He sighed as they moved on to talk about Joe Thornton, another name he recognized because Wiliam said that the older player had taken him under his wing his first year in the league.

“He’s the best,” he remembered William gushing, “let me stay at his house whenever I needed and really taught me how to survive. Being on the West Coast makes travel during the season brutal. Especially when you get to like January and February.”

Reggie heard the unspoken too, the older player had never given him any grief for his sexuality. He couldn’t even imagine how hard it had been for William to come out. Easier than hiding he guessed since William had done it in the first place. Reggie wasn’t sure even he was brave enough to do something like that in that toxic environment.

While he was lost in thought the game started, and he was startled out of his head when Luke threw the door to his room open. He looked at Reggie suspiciously, “You’re watching hockey again?”

“Yep,” Reggie answered, popping the p.

“Can I watch?”

Reggie was a bit surprised. Only Bobby had shown an ounce of interest, occasionally joining Reggie in watching despite being a Kings fan himself. After a few beats, Reggie answered, “Sure.”

“Sweet! My dad used to take me to hockey games when he wanted me to be an athlete. I couldn’t skate for shit though.”

Reggie snorted, he’d seen Luke’s coordination, so he could believe it. He elbowed Luke who dropped down on the couch next to him, “If they didn’t give gays a weakness, we’d be too powerful.”

Luke laughed loudly, “You’re so right.”

The two boys lapsed into silence as the game picked back up, broken every so often by Reggie making noises in reaction to what was going on in the game. He could feel Luke looking at him in amusement every so often, and when first intermission started, he prepared himself, “What’s up Luke?”

“I need, like, so many explanations.”

Reggie sat up and turned to face him, “Okay, yeah, ask away. I don’t know everything but I know a good bit.”

Luke hummed, “Maybe I should start with the obvious, um, who’s playing?”

“It’s the San Jose Sharks and the Arizona Coyotes.” “Okay,” Luke nodded, holding up two fingers, “who is better?”

“Sharks by far,” Reggie answered confidently.

Luke asked more questions, mostly about penalties and positions, and Reggie, much to his surprise, had an answer to every question. By the end, Luke looked much more relaxed and he leaned back further into the couch, “You really know your shit,” he commended.

“It’s a new interest,” Reggie admitted.

Bobby walked out of his room just as the second period started and stared at the two boys on the couch incredulously. Before Reggie could ask how long he’d been home, Bobby spoke, “I’ve been trying to get you boys to watch sports with me for years. What the hell is going on?”

“We’re multifaceted,” Reggie spoke, chin tilted up, lips quirked up into a teasing smile.

Bobby snorted and shook his head, “Sure you are.” Sitting down on the other side of Reggie on the couch, he stretched out, “Who are we going for?”

Reggie motioned toward his shirt and Bobby gagged, “But the Kings, bro.”

“Choke,” Reggie deadpanned, and then more teasingly continued, “but you’re straight, I don’t expect you to understand.”

Bobby laughed, throwing his head back against the couch, used to the teasing. He turned his head to look at Reggie, “Fair enough, I suppose I can’t prove you wrong.”

“Never wrong, not once.”

Luke snorted, “I’m sure.”

But instead of responding, Reggie focused back on the TV stubbornly. He didn’t want to miss in case William scored a goal. Reggie would say in case he did something impressive, but in Reggie’s humble opinion, everything William did on the ice was impressive.

“So who’s your favorite player?” Bobby asked, eyes still trained on the TV as the Sharks got a breakaway, three on one.

Reggie leaned forward, hands over his mouth in anticipation, and when William received the drop pass and took a shot, it flew past the goalie, straight in the back of the net. Jumping up, Reggie let out a loud yelp of excitement and immediately went for his phone to send William an excited text for his first goal of the season.

“Harris, huh?” Luke asked and Reggie startled, having temporarily forgotten he wasn’t alone in the room.

Reggie clicked his tongue, “Yep. He’s really good.”

“You know, his story is actually pretty cool,” Bobby leaned forward, elbows on his knees, “how he came out and stuff.”

Nodding eagerly, Reggie grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little, “Yes, that’s why I like him!” He paused and then added, “Well, one of the reasons.”

“Wait, what?” Luke asked, looking back and forth between the two of them, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Google it,” Bobby and Reggie said in unison, fist bumping at Luke’s wounded look.

Reggie took pity on him first, sitting back in between them before slinging an arm around Luke’s shoulder to pull him into his side, “Seriously though, look into it.”

The rest of the game was fairly relaxed. Luke got into it once he started figuring things out, halfway through the second period, and Bobby very reluctantly cheered for the Sharks with them. When Reggie smirked at him, he shrugged, “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

“Damn right.”

William was laying in bed, Luna burrowed comfortably into his side, when his phone started ringing. Shutting his eyes, he sighed, exhausted, and picked it up after a few seconds. When he saw who it was, his mood immediately flipped, and he answered Reggie’s FaceTime request without hesitation.

“Nice goal,” Reggie told him in lieu of a proper greeting.

William beamed, rubbing his eyes a few times before sitting up all the way to answer, “Thanks, Reg.”

The other boy hummed before making a noise and pulling the phone away from his face, “Look, the shirt you recommended came in!”

Squinting, William looked at it, the black shirt with a rainbow Sharks logo, and for some reason, unbeknownst to him, his eyes started to burn. He cleared his throat a few times before speaking softly, “I love it.”

“Me too,” Reggie smiled, cheeks reddening a bit. William wanted nothing more than to pinch them, he liked when Reggie blushed because it made him look softer.

Unable to stop himself, William blurted, “When are you coming?”

“Next week, remember?” Reggie gently reminded him, settling back against his pillow.

William pouted and Luna finally got curious enough to pop her head into view. Not acknowledging it, he told Reggie, “Can’t you come early?”

Reggie sighed, rubbing at his eyes, looking more tired than William had ever seen him, except for maybe the first time they met, “I’d love to, but Luke has been in a writing frenzy. We have daily writing sessions and I’m sure he wants to start rehearsing soon. We’re going to start recording some before we go back on tour.”

“When do you go back on tour?” William was pretty sure he’d never mentioned it, not that he remembered at least.

Reggie hummed, clicking away from FaceTime to check his calendar, and when he came back, answered, “Mid-January. We did a lot of the East Coast and West Coast and a good bit of the Midwest so we still have to hit the South and the middle of the country.”

“How far South?” William asked, curious as to what their reach actually was.

Shrugging, Reggie tapped at his bottom lip in thought, “I think probably New Orleans.”

“New Orleans sounds fun,” William offered.

“Mhmm,” Reggie hummed. He was staring at William, and William felt his head tip to the side and his eyes start to get heavier. Reggie laughed softly, “Tired?”

“Little bit,” William confirmed, yawning.

“Get some sleep.”

William nodded, “Good idea. You too.”

“I will,” Reggie promised, crossing his heart with a faux serious look on his face.

“Good,” William answered, grinning tiredly before they said their goodbyes and hung up for the night. Luna let out a huff and laid back down next to him, and William wrapped his arms around her, trying desperately to squash the sudden loneliness resting heavy on his chest.

“Soon,” he whispered.

Reggie left early on a Tuesday morning and caught a flight from LAX to the airport in San Jose. William texted him before he left, promising to pick him up after practice, and by the time Reggie landed, he was practically vibrating with both nerves and excitement.

I’m outside in the pickup lane!

Reggie sped up, a bounce in his step, and walked along the line of cars, looking for William. He was toward the back, looking down at his phone, and Reggie knocked on the window, shivering at the gust of wind that hit him.

William jumped at first, startled by his sudden appearance, before he unlocked the door for Reggie to climb in with his carry on. Reggie bit his lip, toning down the wide smile that was threatening to stretch ear to ear, “Hi.”

“Hi,” William responded, just as quietly. His cheeks were tinged red and his smile was more shy than Reggie’s, but he loved it just the same.

Reggie’s fingers itched to reach up and brush the curl of hair hanging down in his eyes out of the way, but he held back, unsure if he was allowed to. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like William’s fingers twitched too.

“Ready?”

Taking a deep breath, Reggie nodded, “Absolutely.”

William knew he probably should’ve focused fully on the road, but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing over at Reggie frequently. Just seeing him, knowing that he was real and there was so comforting, and part of William was already dreading Reggie having to leave the next day.

Reggie was staring out the window, forehead leaning against it, and William wanted to touch. He wanted to hold his hand or touch his cheek or something, just to reassure himself that he was real.

“Are you hungry?” he asked instead.

Reggie hummed, “A little. I could start with a coffee.”

“Me too,” William admitted, changing lanes to head toward his favorite local shop a few miles from his apartment. When he parked, William looked over at Reggie, more uncertain than before, and asked, “I go to this shop pretty frequently, it’s really lowkey and no one will bother us.”

Reaching across the console, Reggie squeezed his shoulder, “I trust you.”

William was nervous, and he wasn’t exactly sure why, but as they walked down the sidewalk, hands occasionally brushing between them, he felt his heart pounding harder and harder with every touch. When they got to the door, William held it open, and Reggie stepped into the mostly empty shop.

A barista William recognized called out a greeting, and Reggie stepped aside to let him lead the way to the counter. The menu was relatively basic aside from a side list of specialty drinks which was what William usually picked from.

“Their special drinks are really good, I’ve tried most of them,” William muttered, shifting closer to Reggie so he could hear better.

“I might try the s’mores one,” Reggie answered, voice equally muted, “the toasted marshmallow sounds fun.”

“It is,” William told him excitedly.

He ordered his drink and stepped aside to let Reggie order his. Something flickered into the barista’s eye, William wasn’t sure exactly if it was recognition, but she didn’t say anything either way. Reggie picked the table, a two-seater tucked away in the corner, and sat down facing the door.

“So,” he started when William sat across from him, “I did some research on date places in San Jose.”

A slightly hysterical laugh bubbled up in his throat, but William shoved it back down and croaked out, “What?”

“Yeah, I picked out a ton of restaurants that look really good and offer a lot of options for any dietary restrictions you might have. And then for activities I have them grouped into casual and formal and you can pick.”

William stared at him, slack jawed, stare only broken when the barista set their drinks down in between them with a soft, “Enjoy.”

A blush was rising on Reggie’s cheeks, “I would love some feedback.”

Shaking his head, William laughed, “Yeah, that’s all fantastic, but I’ve lived here for years and have never gotten to bring someone on a date, I’ve got so many ideas of my own.”

Reggie sighed, “I don’t want you to do all the heavy lifting, I want to make this equal.”

William furrowed his eyebrows, setting down the latte he’d just taken a sip of, “I invited you here, I didn’t really expect you to worry too much about this part.”

“Well,” Reggie laughed, “guess I did all this for nothing, huh?”

“Next time,” William spoke confidently, picking his drink back up.

Reggie’s eyebrows shot up, “Already assuming there’s going to be a second date before we even have the first one, huh? That’s very bold.”

He shrugged and told him honestly, “I think the first date is going to go great, and if it doesn’t, then we’ll just have to have a do-over. Second date either way.”

“Ah, an intellectual,” Reggie responded, “your reasoning skills are off the charts.”

“Well, I did go to college.”

Reggie held his hands up, “You’ve got me there.”

“My college education is short-lived, but it does exist,” William joked.

“Okay then, Mr. College Education, do you already have a plan?”

William held up his car keys and jingled them in his direction, “I sure do.”

Reggie stared at him for a few seconds and then shook his head, “Fine, I’ll let you have your little mysteries.”

“Thank you,” William said, reaching across the table to brush his fingers across the back of Reggie’s hand. He watched as Reggie’s pinky jumped, bumping his thumb, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying not to show just how fond he was of this boy he’d just met.

They spent the entire day on the couch watching movies. Luna was ecstatic to have people around all day, running around and barking until William managed to calm her down. After an hour or so, she fell asleep on the floor at their feet. Mid-afternoon, William broke out some snacks and Reggie laughed because they were vaguely healthy in a way he assumed was required for athletes but definitely not for musicians.

It was calm, relaxing even, something Reggie hadn’t experienced in so long, maybe ever. His parents did nothing but fight growing up, and then he moved in with three other boys his age. Neither environment was very conducive for peace and quiet. But in William’s apartment, he felt himself nodding off a few times, feeling warm and safe.

“Reg,” William whispered, shaking his shoulder a bit later, and he jumped, not realizing he’d actually fallen asleep.

He rubbed his eyes and croaked out, “What time’s it?”

“About an hour and a half until our reservation.”

“Kay,” he muttered, prying himself off of the absurdly comfortable couch to go to the guest bedroom where his bag was. William had offered to share his bed, but Reggie decided that staying the night was maybe too fast already, so he declined. Thankfully, William didn’t seem to mind.

William moved further down the hall and into his room, Luna padding after him, and Reggie was snapped out of his trance when he heard the click of his door shutting. Shaking himself, Reggie pulled some of his clothes options out of his bag. None of the boys knew exactly where he was going, but the day before he left, they all sat on his bed and gave their strong opinions on his choices.

Eventually, after a few minutes of staring, he decided to mix their picks. William told him it wasn’t fancy and that he needed to dress warm, so Reggie picked the jeans Alex liked, the sweater Luke chose, and Bobby’s shoe pick.

“Hair,” he muttered under his breath, moving toward the ensuite after he was dressed. Reggie had been alive for over 20 years and he’d been dressing himself for over half of them, but he couldn’t help but wish his bandmates were there to help. It was as if they heard his wish, Alex FaceTimed him, Luke hanging over his shoulder with a bright smile on his face.

“Reggie,” Luke cheered when it connected fully, “show us the fit.”

He snorted and flipped the camera so they could see. Alex nodded, seemingly happy with his work, “Looking hot, Reginald. Is this a date?”

Clearing his throat, Reggie’s ears went hot and he shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Well if it is, leave your hair ungelled. It always looks super soft, and you look hot with that strand of hair falling on your forehead.”

Luke nodded enthusiastically, “True!”

“Thanks boys,” Reggie responded distractedly and set the phone down so he could use both hands on his hair. It was silent in the bathroom beyond the noises his friends occasionally made when they moved around or gave him instructions.

“So,” Luke started when Reggie sat on the bed, completely dressed and ready, “where are you?”

“I’m in California,” Reggie tried to deflect.

Alex made a hurt noise in his throat, “Why won’t you tell us?”

Reggie sighed and admitted, “It’s so new. It’s not really a secret, but part of me wants to keep it close until it’s real.”

“I’d say it’s pretty fucking real if you’re flying somewhere for a date.”

Tilting his head back against the wall, Reggie laughed, “I suppose that’s true.”

“When did you meet?” Luke asked, leaning in close to the camera as if trying to get in Reggie’s personal space through the camera.

“Last month on tour.” “A fan?” Alex asked, shocked. All of the boys had discussed the pros and cons of dating fans, and Reggie was stuck at a hard no when they finished the conversation.

Thinking back, he snorted, “Not really. He didn’t know who I was at first, but now he’s a fan.”

“Well,” Luke broke in, “Reg, you show that boy a good time. Don’t forget, you’re a catch and he’s lucky to have you tonight!”

“What Luke said,” Alex added, “and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Reggie rolled his eyes, responding sarcastically, “Thanks, Mom and Dad.” And just as he hung up there was a light knock at the door. He took a shaky breath and walked over, smoothing his sweater down, and when he opened the door, William’s fist was hovering in the air like he was about to knock again.

His mouth went dry looking at William, “Wow, um, you look great,” Reggie managed.

William’s face lit up and he glanced down at himself, “You think? Not as good as you, that’s for sure!”

Reggie struggled for a response, and William put him out of his misery, bumping Reggie’s hand with his and tilting his head toward the front door. Following William out of the building and into the parking garage, Reggie wanted to ask what he had planned, but he hadn’t managed to get it out of him all afternoon, so he stayed quiet.

“You want to pick the music?” William asked, holding out the aux cord and Reggie nodded, taking it eagerly. William nodded, “I want to hear what a music expert listens to.”

“Expert,” Reggie tested the word out on his tongue, “I guess technically out of the two of us, but I don’t know if I’d consider myself an expert.”

“I bet you have some fantastic playlists,” William countered, glancing over as he pulled to a stop at the first red light.

“Well,” Reggie paused because he did actually take a lot of pride in his playlists, “yeah, I think so at least.”

“There you go, own your awesomeness, Reg.”

When William said ‘reservations’ earlier, Reggie assumed it was at a restaurant for dinner, and he was incredibly confused when they pulled into an empty parking lot and William parked right near the door.

“What are we doing?”

“Tonight, since we’re in my city, I figured we could do something specific to me. Since we’re kind of still getting to know each other, you know?”

“Okay,” Reggie answered, unsure where he was going, “I like that idea.”

William sounded relieved, “Good. This is the rink my team usually practices in and I have the keys.”

“Skating?” Reggie asked, immediately nervous.

“Yep,” William chirped, pulling the door open for Reggie before reaching over to flip the lights on. It was cold inside and the lights came on slowly, one at a time across the rink. William grabbed his elbow gently, startling him, and tugged him off to the side.

“I don’t have skates,” Reggie finally spoke, realizing that one huge flaw in the plan may get him out of absolutely humiliating himself.

William waved his words away, “They do public skating nights here sometimes so they have spare pairs for rentals. Eventually we’ll have to get you your own pair.”

That sounded promising, on one hand, William was planning on keeping him around, on the other hand, he’d have to not accidentally crack his head open on the ice to fulfill his plans. But instead of protesting, Reggie was a good sport and told him his shoe size because William seemed really excited, and he didn’t want to spoil it.

“Be right back,” William told him, “I’m going to grab you a pair and get mine and put some music on. We can lace the skates up on the bench.”

“I’ll be right here,” Reggie responded weakly, stomach churning with nerves.

William wasn’t gone long before he was linking his arm with Reggie’s, pulling him again toward the closest bench. Reggie sat down, in a daze, moving slowly as William quickly tied his skates. Turning to Reggie, he saw that he had skates on but they were untied and he laughed, “Never done this before?”

“Hard no.”

“I got you,” William promised, dropping down to one knee in front of him. Reggie’s leg tingled when William brushed against it while he tied the laces. After the left one, he looked up at Reggie, “All good? Not too tight or too loose, right?”

“All good,” Reggie told him, reaching down instinctively just to check.

Before he knew it, the second one was finished too and William was standing in front of him, holding a hand out to help him up. He stepped onto the ice first, Reggie following close behind him, hovering just at the edge.

“I’m assuming you’ve never skated before.”

“You’d assume correctly.”

“Well,” William started, skating backwards a bit to give him space, “the good news is, you have the best teacher on the West Coast at your service.”

“He thinks highly of himself,” Reggie joked, taking a step out onto the ice, wobbling a bit. William kept his distance, close enough that he could get to Reggie fast, but far enough that he had room to get comfortable.

“Not to brag, but I am a professional.”

Reggie snorted and took another step, and then another and another. On his fifth step, he got too confident and almost landed right on his ass, but William swept in, catching him by the armpits, a few inches from the ice.

“Holy shit,” Reggie breathed, eyes wide.

William’s voice sounded like he was holding back laughter, “You good?”

Clearing his throat, Reggie collected himself and stepped away, “I’m good.”

William hovered around him closer after that, always within reach and coached Reggie every so often in a soft tone. It felt like years had passed, but Reggie eventually got comfortable enough to not be wobbling every few steps, and William moved up next to him for the next slow lap.

“Having fun?” he asked.

And Reggie found he actually was, he recognized the playlist and with William’s steady warmth next to him, keeping him safe, he didn’t hate it. After a few seconds with no answer, William bumped Reggie’s hand with the back of his to prompt a response. Reggie snapped out of it, “Yeah, this isn’t as hard as I thought it’d be.”

William’s lips twitched, “Sure, Reg. Whatever you say.”

They finished the lap, William still teasing him, and Reggie elbowed him in the side. William flinched like he’d actually landed a solid hit and pouted. Rolling his eyes, Reggie motioned toward him, “You’re being dramatic.”

“Never,” William responded, reaching up to grab Reggie’s hand, and when he linked their fingers together, any comeback Reggie had flew out of his brain. William didn’t say anything else either, content to skate laps with him, hands swinging between them.

Every so often one of them had a question or something to say, but for the most part it was just the music and the sound of skate blades on ice making noise. Reggie kind of understood why William liked it, it was almost hypnotizing, and he was startled when William tugged on his hand, pulling him back toward the bench.

Reggie gave him a questioning look and William smiled softly, pleased, “Playlist ended. I figure we could go get food now too.”

While Reggie was relieved to be back on solid ground again, he missed the comfortable weight of William’s hand in his. His hand felt cold, and he was trying really hard not to pout. Reggie managed to get the skates off by himself and handed them over to William to put away.

“Be back in a sec,” William told him breathlessly, cheeks bright red whether from cold or something else, Reggie wasn’t sure, and before he could respond, William was gone.

William put the skates back and paused a second to breathe. He was in really good shape, but it felt like he hadn’t been able to catch his breath all night. Shutting his eyes, he smiled thinking back at Reggie’s nervous but determined face as he stepped out of William’s arms after almost falling to skate a few steps on his own.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “please relax,” he whispered, unsure if he was talking to his brain or his pounding heart. Reggie was looking down at his phone when William met him back out, and he gave William an assessing look. Not entirely sure what he was looking for, William slowly offered his hand back to the other boy, and a smile grew on his face as he took the offered hand.

“What’s for dinner?” Reggie asked, finger stroking over William’s knuckles subconsciously.

William waited to answer until they were both in the car, and he cranked it up, flipping the heat up to high for them. Reggie bumped his knee, and he answered, “I was thinking we could go to a taco truck I like. They have some tables outside, but we can take them home if it’s too cold.”

“Taco truck,” Reggie mused.

Cutting off the rest of his sentence, William rushed out, “We can go to a restaurant too though, I just thought since we’re both sort of public figures we might have less of a spotlight at a food truck.”

When William finished rambling his explanation, he met Reggie’s eyes nervously, and Reggie just smiled, “Sounds like a great pick.”

“Oh,” he said, not expecting it to be that easy.

“Oh,” Reggie echoed.

William blushed and muttered, “Shut up,” before pulling out of the parking lot.

There were a few people ordering from the truck when they got there, but there was empty seating and someone had plugged in portable heaters for people who wanted to eat there. William waited for Reggie to order before he put his in and led him over to one of the empty tables to sit.

Reggie looked around curiously and yawned, clapping a hand over his mouth and flushing with embarrassment when he caught himself. Laughing, William teased, “Am I boring you?”

“Actually, yes,” Reggie teased back.

“Oh, that’s a shame, I actually thought this was going pretty well.”

Reggie’s face softened and he reached across the table to poke William’s hand, “It is.”

One of the workers called his name with the food before William could respond, so he just shut his mouth and stood up to go get them. When he got back, the moment was gone, and they both focused on eating. The tacos were good as always, and within 30 minutes they were back in the car, heading back to William’s apartment.

“Movie?” he asked Reggie when they got back inside.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

William frowned, “Wait, I have to walk Luna first, you good to stay?”

“I should probably take a shower,” Reggie smiled wryly referencing the sweat he broke while struggling to skate.

“Okay,” William nodded, “I’ll be back soon. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks, Will.”

Before he could think twice, William grabbed Reggie’s sleeve and pulled him back, pressing a light kiss to his forehead.

Reggie barely remembered getting to bed after the movie, but he definitely hated the next morning when his alarm started going off early. He hit snooze and was almost back asleep when William was knocking on the door gently, “You awake?”

“Yeah,” Reggie croaked, voice cracking from disuse.

“Okay,” William answered, “I’ll make some coffee while you get ready and I can drop you off before practice.”

Reggie was touched. He knew how tired William was all the time, and selfishly, he was glad William offered because he wanted to spend as much time as possible with him since he had no clue when he’d be able to see William in person again.

He got dressed and packed and remade the guest bed before he joined William in the kitchen. There were two mugs on the counter, one made up and one black for Reggie to fix how he liked. William watched through squinted eyes, chin resting on his palm, and told Reggie, “Gonna try and remember so next time I can have it ready.”

Reggie’s eyes burned and he took a sip of his fixed drink. Glancing over at William’s mug, he asked, “What about you?”

“Splash of almond milk and a lot of sugar.”

Tapping his temple, Reggie promised, “I’ll remember that.”

They finished their coffee like that, crowded together in the kitchen, William’s forehead resting on Reggie’s shoulder between sips. Halfway through his cup, Reggie linked his fingers through William’s again, both of their hands warm from holding the mugs. He was going to miss that more than he thought. Fuck, leaving was going to hurt. In fact, he wasn’t sure anything could hurt worse.

But he was wrong. When William pulled him into a tight hug outside the airport, he brushed his lips ever so slightly across Reggie’s forehead again, just like the night before. Walking away from that, fighting to not turn around lest he be tempted to skip his flight and never leave, that hurt more.

#reggie x oc #reggie peters #reggie julie and the phantoms #bi reggie #idk you yet series #julie and the phantoms

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 3 years

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Friday Nights (3)

Full series: 1 2 4 5 6 (more coming soon)

Word count: 1386

Genre: Honestly idk, maybe a little angst but mostly fluff?

Pairing: Jake x Amy (with platonic others in the squad)

Warnings: Minor swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: After Amy’s breakup with her boyfriend, Jake and Amy establish a weekly binge watching night and both avoid their feelings for each other.

A/N: Chapter three!

**Please note that the warnings, pairing and genre are for the whole series so it varies chapter to chapter.

Amy POV

Usually Jake's jokes don't really get to me but with Daniel having broken up with me just this morning, it hits way too close to home. I look at him for a moment before I realize that I can't fake it anymore so I burst into tears. He looks stunned like he has absolutely no idea what to do. I bury my face in my hands. This is so mortifying! Jake will probably tease me about this forever and he'll tell everyone at work. I can't believe I'm bawling my eyes out in front of him I will never live this down and I'm going to be alone forever. Of course Jake thinks I'm super lame, I should have expected it - everyone does. I keep my face buried in my hands as I sob because I do not look good when I cry and that is the one embarrassment that I can still save myself from. An arm around my shoulders brings me out of my thoughts and I look up in surprise, a few tears still running down my face.

"Amy" he says softly, "I'm so sorry, I meant it as a joke, I didn't think that you would take it seriously." I wipe some of the tears off of my cheeks with the sides of my hands.

"No, it's fine." I respond, trying to keep my voice steady, "It's not the joke - I knew you were joking."

"Then what is it?" Jake asks. "You know you can trust me, right?"

"My boyfriend broke up with me today." I say quietly looking down.

"But I thought it was going great?" he says.

"I just don't want to talk about it." I answer. "Can we just ignore it and watch something?"

"Of course." Jake takes his arm off of my shoulder and for some reason I feel strangely empty without it there. He then starts looking through Netflix for I don't know what show.

"Have you watched Friends?" I haven't actually event though it seems like everybody I know has. I don't know why I never bothered but now it's kind of embarrassing to admit.

"No" I respond truthfully, not at all surprised by his audible gasp to my answer.

"You have been deprived of the greatest show of all time for too long - we have to watch it!" He proclaims, already starting the first episode. I smile at how visibly excited he is and I lean back into the couch to get more comfortable. Looking to my side I see that Jake has made himself comfortable as well, with his feet propped up on my coffee table. Normally I would tell him to take his feet down but I'm too relaxed to care and I am actually hesitantly excited to watch Friends. I just hope it's as good as everyone makes it out to be.

A few episodes later I know for sure that it is just as good or even better than people say. It's really funny although Jake seems to find it funnier than I do (he says it's because he's watched it before and knows the characters better). I definitely can relate to Monica the most and I find Chandler the most funny. I think that Jake is most like Chandler because they both joke around, although their jokes are very different. The one thing that surprised me is that everyone I know who liked Friends were obsessed with Rachel and Ross but so far they are my two least favourite characters.

I'm not sure exactly how many episodes we've watched but I find myself too tired to care and slowly I stop following the storyline as my exhaustion of the day catches up to me.

Jake POV

Watching Friends is a good distraction from all the thoughts running through my mind. It has been a crazy day. Seeing Amy break down like that was pretty worrying because she always seems so put together and I've never seen her be this upset before. I do feel responsible for making the joke that caused it, but she does seem to have cheered up now so I don't feel too bad. It honestly surprises me how upset she was at losing her boyfriend. Although she and Daniel always seemed to have a good relationship I didn't know that she felt that strongly about him and just assumed it was more casual then it actually was. The one upside to this whole thing is that she trusts me enough now to confide in me even if it's just a little bit. Of course the other upside that I'm ashamed of even thinking about is that she is now single.

Of course just because she's single doesn't mean I am going to make a move. Especially not now. It would be extremely selfish of me to take advantage of the situation and ask her out when she is feeling vulnerable. Besides, I'm not going to ask her out at all because she would never go out with me. She told me that going out with me would be the worst thing in the world for her a few years ago when we made the bet. Coincidently, the "date" we had was the night I realized I had feelings for her. Although a lot has changed since then, I've gotten more mature and she's gotten less uptight, she still only dates boring nerds like Teddy and Daniel. I wish I could just be honest with her but that would make things awkward and I value our partnership and our friendship too much to do that. There were however a few close calls where I almost told her I liked her, the biggest one being the night I left to go undercover in the mafia. I was about to tell her but then I felt like a jerk because she was in a relationship with Teddy. In hindsight the real reason I never told her was because I was scared.

A loud noise coming from the tv makes me jump and I realize that I have been completely neglecting the show in favor of my thoughts and we had already made it to the sixth episode. I look over at Amy to see how she is enjoying the show only to see that she has fallen asleep with a small smile on her face. She looks she peaceful lying there that I don't have the heart to wake her. Glancing at the clock I see that it is only around 9:30 which is still pretty early but I know Amy had a pretty emotional day so it's understandable why she fell asleep. Deciding that she would probably sleep better in her bed I softly pad to her end of the couch and scoop her into my arms. She stirs slightly which makes me freeze because I don't know what I would say to her if she woke up but luckily it isn't a problem because she is still after that. I quickly and quietly walk into her room and gently place her down on the bed. I then pull up the covers and tuck them around her shoulder. Throwing one last glance at her slumbering figure I silently walk out of the room.

Back in the living room I notice that the dishes are all over the coffee table and the take-out containers are still one the kitchen counter. Knowing that clean freak Amy would not be happy to wake up to mess, I clean the dishes for her and put them away. I then pack up the leftover food and put it in the fridge and throw away the containers. I sweep the apartment with my eyes trying to make sure I got everything. I think I did but then again I live in a giant mess so anything that is not a dump doesn't look bad in my eyes. Satisfied with the cleanliness I go over to the door to try to find a spare key. I find it right away because Amy had labelled it spare key. Grabbing the key I wiggle into my shoes and leave the apartment, locking the door as I exit. As I head back home I can't help but hope that we can do this again sometime.

#brooklyn 99 #b99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #peraltiago

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sixcastappreciation · 5 years

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sixcago gave me my gay rights

alternative title: review of the evening sixcago show on july third

this is like almost 4k and its mostly just rambling but i need to express how much i love sixcago

like at least half of this is just me being gay so i bolded some of the things that i found really interesting and isnt just me like, freaking out

so to start off: holy shit. the energy of the entire show was amazing, it was really funny and fun and the acting/dancing/singing was on point like i cant think of a single complaint on the part of any of them.

so to get into the actual show

ex wives

when the curtain came up and the smoke started pouring out i actually felt my soul leave my body it was such a good moment

less than thirty seconds in brittney mack made eye contact with me and i swear to god my heart stopped and i honestly had trouble focusing on the rest of the song

i am not exaggerating that is the whole truth and nothing but the truth

shes............. literally so good im still shaking as i write this like three hours later

the third repetition of the rhyme where they all sound kinda pissed off? they nailed that

adrianna was so cute when she said “you wont try that again”

andrea holy shit. thats really a wrap on that

abby got that like, kinda head in the clouds thing that i feel like is janes Brand during this part

when he saw my portrait he was like JaaAAaaa

i love brittney mack

courtney knew what she was doing with that prick line. get it girl

anna has the most angelic voice i swear to god

the six of them work really well together on stage???? like i know its all choreo and stuff but you could Feel the energy that they had together it was good

oh man the choreo for the end. im so gay

intro thingy:

adrianna with that riff!!!!! we stan

annas face after “herstory” was iconic. she knew what she had done wrong

you couldnt hear the intro for maggie bc people were cheering so loud

the way adrianna says maria made me gay

abby also knows what she had to say. she knows how cursed janes sense of humor is and she was really playing it up

protestent............ protestant

“we’ll tell you what you want what you really really want” this made me laugh so hard i dont rly remember the next like thirty seconds because i was dying

“the biggest.... the firmest......... the fullest..............” im. i cant

no way

“maria” AGAIN adrianna please. please i cant handle it

“OH muy bien aHHah” not to be Lesbian On Main but fuck this was so cute

her emotion during the monologue was SO funny

it was peak, it was so good

she really gets it. i dont totally know what it is but this aragon monologue gets it

when she said “really trying” she did like, a motion. i cant go into more detail but Fuck

so after “move me into a convent” everyone like, gathered around aragon and adrianna did a

well idk what youd call it but a like

her entire torso swung around in a huge circle right before “i dont think i’d look that good in a wimple”

and idk what it was but that part just made me Lose It

adrianna had this way of making it all a little funnier?

like catherine is usually pretty Serious, i think but it felt like adrianna knew she was playing a character who was Like That, if you will, and was kinda leaning into breaking the fourth wall a little

i can probably elaborate if that doesnt make sense

you say its a pity cos quoting leviticus ill end up kiddiless all my life

she said that with such conviction goddamn

oh, he doesnt remember

this was so good

the “sh-”s were really funny

the fucking. i dont know what it is but the *ting*

holy shit

i cant put into words

how much i loved that part

the pause after “i’ll go” was............ expansive

i just checked it was 10 whole seconds

that doesnt sound long but it felt like forever

she went high on “end of my life” and thank u for mine adrianna hicks

the amount of no’s was impressive and im heart eyes for it

adrianna just had really good stage presence

like i caught myself looking at her during the dance breaks of all the songs when i wasnt looking at brittney

it was just so fun to watch her go!

dluh

during the intro of like “yeah, you know, the really important one” andrea was doing some Dumb Shit in the background

like i dont know exactly what it was but she was just like

idk like noodling around in the back

and i caught her eye and she like, smiled a little

the gasps the rest of them did were....... cute

then andrea busted out a full on fucking witches cackle

then she stuck her tongue out and looked like she was taking a selfie and it was so cute

like, her tongue was OUT

“not my thing” had the BIGGEST uwu energy of anything ive ever heard

i thought people were kidding when they said andrea boleyn had uwu energy

they were not

pret a manger barely came across as a real line it was more like, an experience

the sorry not sorry choreo. its so funny and cute and simultaneously cursed

the way andrea delivered her lines here was just

it was like, cutesy and fun but also kind of cursed

uwu

when she said “are you blind” andrea like, gestured to herself, in a like “look how hot i am” kinda way

which might be the standard? either way it made me laugh a lot

don’t be bitter/cos im fitter was the only line in the entire production said with a british accent and it fucking slayed me on sight one hit ko

i actually like that they changed “mate, what was i meant to do�� to “wait, what was i meant to do” because

it implies that anne had no other train of thought than the one she was on and thats very funny to me

i think it fits w andreas portrayal too

everyone was like, fake crying when anne fake walked down the aisle and it was really funny imo

and as soon as she got to the end anne like, turned, yk?

bro just shut up

the entire audience gasped after that

andrea had actual like, panic on her face

then she led into “i guess he just really liked my head”

and there was a beat after that, where everyone laughed

it was long enough that everyone got the joke

then she mimed the blow job

her riff on “hell”? iconic

“wait, didnt you actually die” no jane she was beheaded but she was fine

abby seymour said dumbass rights she has the Dumbest Bitch energy god

“catherine of aragon had tragically died” catch adrianna looking like, yeah it was so sad for me, how terrible, right?

then boleyn goes off

the. fury, passion, anger, zest, contained in andreas “MASSIVE-”

“over my dead body” andrea gave her this look like, youre damn right it will be

heart of stone

oof

okay so the monologue

oof

“i was lucky. okay, i was really lucky” o o f

“edwina” is still cursed tho

i dont know what it was about this. i dont know if it was abby, or the dialogue, or just it being live but

this made it clear that jane had been Through It

like, this monologue came across (to me at least) as unquestionably a “woman who was abused trying to justify it to herself” kind of situation

“and that’s not because i was scared,” she said, wearing an absolutely terrified expression

this is where she started tearing up i think

okay i gotta take a moment here because

abby was fully crying before the song even started

like somewhere about halfway through her monologue she started tearing up

i was looking for it specifically

i wrote this before the last part so see above

so by the first fucking like of hos you could hear her voice breaking

holy shit ms meuller what the fuck

im not kidding who gave her the right

at the stagedoor she said that after this she was like, “well thats it for my makeup” when someone complimented her song

she is crying. the first chorus and she is actively crying. in the breaks between her lyrics you can hear her crying

abby went high on a couple of notes in here

she riffed on “truthfully” and it was, wow

she didnt go for the whistle tones which was, honestly? the most relatable thing in this entire show

but a couple of the other notes she went high on and they were so killer

there was a second or two of pause after the end where everyone just, absorbed things before the applause

i have some questions for abby about this actually because i dont know if its just because the monologue was different than im used to but

i just want to know if abby meant to have everything come off like That but god

the mental gymnastics jane is doing here are so intense

this performance genuinely changed how i listen to hos forever

i dont think i can ever peacefully listen to this song again

this song gave me so many layered emotions thank u abby mueller

haus of holbein

hans................................. *holbein*

the chaos

i honestly barely remember most of it it was

i had no idea who to be looking at

but i remember it being beautiful

i dont have the words to express how

fucking funny it was

the accents were hilarious

like they werent great german accents, but that made it far better

they were leaning into the ridiculousness of it all

the way abby said “but we cannot guarantee that you’ll still walk at forty” had me on the ground

ive spent the last 24 hrs trying to figure out exactly why it was so funny and i think i got it

she dropped the german accent

and she straight up sounded like she was reading off the side effects of a pharmaceutical ad on tv

the freeze frame? legendary

anna and courtney (im pretty sure?) managed to look so genuinely offended that henry swiped left on them

your highness your highness your highness

god adrianna please

actually every h sound that came out of their mouths

but adrianna Got It

get down

oh god i gotta talk about “didnt live up to his expectations”

brittney like, half took off her jacket and gestured to her body and like, body rolled a bit and honestly? i was fucking dead

the sarcasm really jumped out here. brittney went off in the best way possible

she was fully fake sobbing right before “tragic”

fucking legend

brING me some pheasant!

the woof line is always a good moment but their facial expressions really made it work here

this song has the most outwardly complex choreo (ofc i cant speak to its actual difficulty) and every single one of them crushed it

brittney made eye contact w me again on “looking cute” and im deceased

oh god after “take my fur” she whispered “thank you. honestly” and gestured to herself again and like, i was dying

iirc brittney was like, skipping across the stage or something on “i look more rad” and snapped into position for “lutheranism”

we gotta take a moment to appreciate the operatic talent of that one “get down you dirty rascal” instead of the slo mo

like, ofc the slo mo is a good moment but

brittney went full opera and it was,

wow

shes got a voice on her holy shit

so much talent in such a tiny body

aCHYEAH

she picked the person sitting next to me to dance w her and

they did their cute little dance thing and then brittney gestured like, go sit down, and the person did, then stood back up and started dancing again

not like, in a bad way i dont think

it was super fuckin funny and after the song brittney was like “oh that was cute you think youre funny”

but i heard them talking at the stagedoor and like, brittney was chill it wasnt like a violation of anything

im not explaining it very well but it was really funny in person

everything about her on stage was just, so enrapturing

i dont have too many specific notes about this song because it would probably turn into just, me being gay, which is enough of this already

anyway! get down was good brittney mack is a stellar cleves

her fake crying is next level tho

the confrontation

boleyn, unprompted: i lost my head!

the beheaded cousins high fived after “nice neck” and like, stuck out their necks a bit it was so funny

seymours “i died”

we all know abby is gonna kill her line delivery

but GOD

and then after, she like, realized what she had said and struck a pose like, shit please still think im regal

the line itself was actually pretty, uhhhh, sad

theres something about boleyn roasting khoward in andreas voice

courtney with that “and your songs” had perfect timing

also “when will justice be SERVED” had such good punch to it

after she did that she like

rubbed her hand on janes face

and abby looked SO offended

theres something so, sincere about courtneys delivery of her roasts that i hadnt been getting and its SO much funnier to me

i forget exactly where but at some point boleyn aragon and howard were arguing

and in the background it really looked like seymour and cleves were having a normal conversation and i lost it like. they were just chattin

there were a couple moments of like, cleves and seymour interacting and it was interesting

aywd

courtney! mack! took! no! prisoners!

jesus christ

okay so i dont know if other howards do this or if it was just because i was seeing it live and up close and that made the difference but

for me the most compelling part of this howard was the fear

like yes there was the sadness/anger/etc like there was good emotion but

from the “he says we have a connection” re: henry, and then on, everything about courtneys body language just screamed that she was afraid

idk i might expand on this in a separate post because its a darker topic but yeah. holy shit that was emotional

not a single person clapped after the last line. they all waited until after “yeah, and then i was beheaded” before clapping

like the theater was dead silent. DEAD silent

it was like, so haunting because it was just courtney on stage at that point, with just the white spotlight on her, it was a Moment

im not sure i have the heart right now to get too deep into this

if it would be particularly interesting to anyone feel free to ask, im happy to get more into it but idk its just Emotional

actually this is already so long ima go for it

so on each “we have a connection” it was uhhhh parr and aragon (i think) who each put a hand on like, her clavicle

and for the first two verses she grabbed one of the hands and was like, flirty? ig

but on the one about henry seymour also put a hand around her waist and she like

she freaked out

and listening back to the audio i can

unpopular opinion perhaps but the actual emotion of her on stage didnt come thru in the audio

because it was so physical

like you could see how scared she was

which made it more relateable to me honestly

like she looked so so scared

it was heartbreaking

the confrontation part ii

oh BOOH OO MISTERESSES

“okay catherine, babes” is CUTE fight me

anna looked like, progressively more concerned as that beat went on, and then she just kinda like, deflated? it was really funny tbh

idk her parr feels Different than the parr im used to

during “oh im catherine parr i draw the line in arbitrary places” courtney was playing with her hair it was hashtag cute

BACKING VOCALS RIP CATHY PARR

idnyl

a cute little b flat major 7

yeah anna parr seems

hmm

she seems like she’s just, over henry

like from the start she just has no time for him

idk im Conceptualizing

anna uzele is

her voice is next level

she put survived in the “got married to the king became the one who survived” in air quotes which i think is an interesting note

anna got really physically into the “remember that...” bit of it and everyone in the back was also having a good time with it it was Good

andrea. she stuck her pointer finger between two of her other fingers on her other hand for the “my sixth finger” line and it was SO funny

khoward keeping aragon in line was

not the hot take i was expecting but nevertheless the one we deserved

both for “dissolution of the monasteries” and “well actually”

idk it was a cute character moment

one of *unsure, disgusted, vaguely annoyed* siiiIIIiix

abby was right in front of me and she looked SO uncomf

yeah, i read

iconique

andrea like, threw her head back for this line

the pause after “theres not much we can do about it now” is

painfully long and so so so funny

i was only really looking at brittney but she was like, arms down head up no body language it was SO funny

also her “yeah?” ended my life

she raised the mic up to her mouth while not moving an inch of the rest of her body

the part where they get all meta. has me dead

it was about halfway through this second part that i realized cleves had her coat back. i dont know when that happened. if anyone else knows when exactly anna of cleves gets her coat back after it gets taken off in get down please tell me. i genuinely want to know

this actually distracted me

i got vibes that they genuinely hated henry during this part

first off, mood

secondly, good

annas riffing. god.

she is so talented

dsfjksdf they all straight up left

six

the opening moment is really sweet and kinda funny

abby again killing it with janes cursed lines

courtney howard is actually so cute

when shes not being heartbreakingly sad that is

like her “bye!” was so cute

theyre all so supportive of each other its very cute

megasix

adrianna and abby both looked into my camera and like, i died

at the end anna and brittney were doing some dumb shit as they walked off stage and it was SO cute

after the show

i went to the stagedoor and it was a really fun experience! ive never done that before

it seemed like everyone was being pretty respectful and stuff, thank u six fans for being sane

i got four signatures on my program dklfjsldfjds

abby was such a sweetheart, we actually talked a tiny bit

i told her i loved her line delivery (because uhhhhhh i do) and she said that she tries to get in that comedic timing when she has Those Lines and like yeah

she was seriously the nicest

the ladies in waiting came out as well and everyone cheered for them and lets be real they DESERVE it

lemme sidebar here actually and talk about the ladies in waiting because

they killed it

bessie on the bass was living her best life at literally all times

brittney was also super sweet! i told her she had good energy (because uhhhhhh she does) and she was very nice about it!!!

i didnt really talk to anna or andrea but i got their signatures!

also speaking of my program im still losing my mind over “remembered for: headlessness” and “remembered for: staying alive”

thank u sixcago program

in conclusion! this was such a great+special experience!!! all of the actors were incredible, it was so wonderful

im also not claiming any of this stuff was unique to this performance or to sixcago in general this was just the stuff i noticed as i was watching it. if you clown on this post ill end u

#six the musical #sixcago #**#i typed up no way dluh idnyl and the after show part in a daze as soon as i got back #i got more of it filled in later and then i kinda lost steam #and im filling in the last bit almost a day later so yeah thats why some of its Like That #i ran out of energy for six/megasix but im not sure when ill get the energy so #and also this is Long as Fuck #and i have even more thoughts re: the cast and their portrayals #esp vs the west end cast portrayals

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goodnightkisseu · 6 years

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Kang Daniel - Secret

Requested By: Anon!~ ^^ ( “ Can you write a scenario where s/o and daniel are secretly dating from s/o's parents. lol idk if that make sense but love your scenearios 💕💕💕💕 ” )

Genre: Fluff

Note: I got this request a bit ago, but I finally was able to brainstorm a plot that I liked for it (with the help of @nothingwithoutwannaone, thank you!) It’s a cute little fluff piece for Daniel because I know that one of his future pieces will be a bit heart-wrenching, so have some wonderful Daniel fluff in the meantime :D Feel free to let me know what you think. Enjoy~

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- goodnightkisseu’s admin / ashley <3

A pair of lips gently danced on the skin at the nape of your neck. Kisses that were slow and lazy trailed their way down your shoulder before they started making their way down your back in a zigzag pattern. You knew that he wanted you to wake up. This was how he always woke you up when you somehow managed to sleep past when he woke up, but you weren’t quite ready to get up yet. You mewled softly, trying to indicate that you needed a little longer, but he wasn’t having any of it. His fingers deftly slid the strap of your tank top down your shoulder so that he could continue his kisses. Well, apparently, it was time to wake up.

“Daniel, it’s still so early…” you murmured, when his kisses got so aggressive that you knew that you wouldn’t be getting that extra hour of sleep you craved. You gently rolled over in his arms and were instantly greeted with the softest smile from your boyfriend. It was such a heartwarming smile, how were you supposed to stay mad at him? The answer was you couldn’t, and you never could even if you wanted to.

“It is… but I want more kisses,” he admitted, smiling like a child and chuckling when you obliged him with a peck on the lips. His demeanor shifted quickly after he got what he wanted, taking the chance to wrap his around your waist and pulling you in for another kiss. “I have to savor these, you know. I don’t know if you’re aware, but you don’t work in this town and you’ll be leaving me again for work tomorrow.”

You hummed softly, knowing that he was right. You had accepted a job at a rather well-known animation studio about four months ago. The new job was in a much bigger city and though the commute from your hometown to the studio was only two hours, it didn’t feel very effective to be making that commute every morning and night. It would be nicer to live a little closer so that you could maintain a good work to life balance. Granted, this did mean that you only got to see Daniel on weekends when you were home to visit family. It was a little hard, but the two of you were making it work. When you were back for the weekends you would either stay with your family or sometimes, at Daniel’s, like you did last night because you missed him so much. “It’s the closest studio, Daniel…”

“I know. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad,” he said as he gave you another kiss as an apology, leaning a little more into it this time to really show you that he meant it. “I just miss having you close by. It was so much easier when we were in college, you know? All of a sudden we became working adults and we’re living in completely different cities…”

You nodded, because you completely understood where he was coming from. The two of you practically saw each other every single day when you were still in school. You had a lot of the same classes, spent time working on your coursework after classes together, and were practically inseparable when you had free time. Now, it was different. Daniel stayed in your hometown to work at a local comic book publisher’s studio. You had to move to a bigger city because it was the closest one that was looking for a concept artist with your skill and style. It was unavoidable. It did make things hard sometimes too, mostly with the situation between Daniel and your parents.

“They called by the way, your parents,” Daniel said, seeming to have read your mind. He watched as your eyes widened, but in turn gave you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I told them that you were sleeping on my bed and that I had taken the couch. You didn’t really think I’d tell them what we were doing, did you?” he said, half as a joke, but you still rolled your eyes at him while letting out a sigh of relief. He knew that this was how the two of you had decided to go about your relationship, but truth be told, Daniel wasn’t the biggest fan of it.

You had been with Daniel for about a year and a half now… but his mother and your parents were none the wiser. It wasn’t because your parents didn’t like Daniel. It was actually quite the opposite. The two of you had been friends since you were kids and they adored him as if he were their own son. They loved having him around. The two of you had been so close growing up that Daniel practically grew up at your place while his mom was at work. Your parents loved that there was someone to look out for you and the fact that it was someone as kind and caring as Daniel was a bonus.

The thing was, there was one thing that, no matter how much your parents loved Daniel, they had a hard time overlooking. It had nothing to do him as a person. They praised him for how sweet he was, how, in comparison to you, he was level-headed. It had to do with the careers that you had both settled on for yourselves. You both had chosen to become artist. Honestly, there was nothing inherently wrong about this, but your parents had their concerns of you being with another artist. Unlike a steady office job, being an artist meant that you were either doing commissions or you were hired on via short contracts. Full-time positions were rare. They had voiced their concerns about how stressful it could be if you both happened to be working the same cycle, working at the same time, but also being unemployed at the same time. They worried about how difficult it would be for you financially. Though they had never said, ‘don’t date an artist’ they made it pretty clear that they would have reservations if you brought one home. And though you knew that they loved Daniel dearly, they might have had the same concerns with him.

That being said, though you understood where they were coming from, you also loved Daniel a lot. Before he had even asked you out, you knew how you felt about him, how much you cared for him and how much he cared about you. So when he finally told you how he felt, you couldn’t turn him down. Yet, you didn’t want to tell your parents either. The thought of them not being comfortable around Daniel after so many years was heartbreaking. And you knew at the time, with neither of you in secure jobs, they would have said something. You wanted to wait until the two of you had found consistent work, so that you could show your parents that two artists could make a living and that it wouldn’t be a struggle. After all, sometimes it was easier to show than tell.

The only problem was, now a year later, neither of you were very secure. You had a chance to move into a more full-time spot, but Daniel’s job was still contract to contract, which was definitely stressful. So, your relationship remained a secret until now, all because you didn’t want your parents reprimanding you or berating your best friend, now boyfriend. You had plans on telling them… just not yet.

Though you had to admit, it was getting harder not to tell them, to keep it a secret from them. Whenever you were both with your parents you’d have to pretend that you weren’t together. You’d have to joke around like you did when you were still just friends. It was hard at times and you were pretty sure you almost had a slip of the tongue more than once. It was rough.

To add on to all of this, you knew that Daniel hated it. He wanted to show your parents how much he loved you. He wanted to be comfortable with his affection. And, being the person he was, he also hated lying to them. You were sure that at one point he was going to break up with you, with how stressful this all got for him. Yet, here he was, waiting it out with you. How did you get so lucky?

“You have to leave me soon, don’t you…” he stated as he watched you roll out of bed, watching as your form moved around his room gathering your things.

“I do…” you said slowly, picking up a shirt that you had discarded last night and hanging it on the his desk chair as you headed back over to the bed, seating yourself next to him as you leaned over your handsome boyfriend. He brought up a hand to gently move your hair from your face and you couldn’t help but smile. “But, maybe before I head home to get my things, maybe we could go get breakfast like we used to on weekends? Then you can drop me off at the train station after I get my things? You suggested.

Daniel grinned at your suggestion, but instead of getting up to follow you, he swiftly pulled you back onto the bed with him, a small sound leaving your lips. “I’d like that a lot, but more kisses first,” he stated, leaning in for those kisses that he had been craving…

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Daniel hadn’t quite expected events to play out in this way when he ran into your mother at the grocery store. He had greeted her like he always did, and upon seeing how much she had to get home, he offered her a hand. It was a common thing for Daniel to do. He was always helping your parents or his mother with the household chores and errands. And helping your mom today actually gave Daniel an in. He needed to tell them something important anyway, so this gave him the purpose ease in to do so. So, just want was he going to tell them?

He was going to disclose your relationship.

Truth be told, the last year and a half had been really hard for Daniel. He had hinted at it to you, but knowing how worried you were, he would often play off his want to tell your parents as a small thing. But truthfully, it wasn’t. He was having a harder time than he was letting on with hiding your relationship and with how the two of you had been progressing, it was getting to the point where he wasn’t comfortable keeping it a secret anymore. Though he never said it out loud, in his mind, he was already seeing the two of you married, but he couldn’t actually ask for your hand in marriage if your parents didn’t know you were even together. Normally he wouldn’t go behind your back, mostly not for something this big, but the lie was hard for him to uphold. He wanted to show how much he loved you, but he couldn’t and that… it was driving him mad.

Even so, after placing the groceries into the refrigerator for your mother, he was not expecting to turn around and be greeted by both of your parents. They were staring pretty intensely at him, and he had never felt so uncomfortable in your home. Something was up, and he knew it as soon as they started to ask questions. Oh boy…

“Daniel,” your mother started, “you know how much we adore you in this household. You’re practically like our son, so you have to be honest with us,” your mother said, using that tone she used to use when you and Daniel were still kids and you were reprimanded for doing something stupid.

Daniel didn’t reply right away, but he definitely felt trapped… and quite literally so. With his back to the refrigerator, he had no way out.

“Be honest, is our daughter dating someone?” your father asked.

Daniel took a moment to think about what he could do. He could just say you were and make up a lie that you were dating someone at your new studio, but honestly, that made him feel all sorts of weird on the inside. It was one thing to lie to your parents about your relationship. It was another to make one out of the blue. And it didn’t sit well with Daniel either. You were his girlfriend, not some random guy at work’s girlfriend. The fact that he even considered that upset him. Why was he even thinking up a lie? Just be honest.

“Sir, she is seeing someone,” Daniel admitted, but before he could say that he didn’t want to divulge about your life while you weren’t there, your father cut him off.

“Are you… dating our daughter?” he asked firmly. And this was when Daniel knew that he might not have been ready to do this without you. He wasn’t ready for this type of confrontation on his own.

Ah, what was he supposed to do? Part of him wanted to keep lying to them because it was what you wanted. He didn’t want to break your trust in him. But the other part of him just wanted to be honest to your parents for once. He wanted to say yes, he was dating you, but that they shouldn’t be so concerned about because he had just found a better job in the city. But he also knew you would be upset with him if he just made these decisions on his own. Yet, deep down, he knew he had to be honest. He didn’t like lying and he felt like he had been lying for long enough. It was time to come clean and if it messed up your relationship then… he would find a way to fix it. Somehow.

Relaxing now that he had a game plan, Daniel let out a heavy sigh. “Look, before I say anything, please don’t be upset with your daughter. She was really concerned about how you would feel so she wanted to keep it from you for a little bit longer –”

“For how long, Daniel?” your father asked, effectively cutting Daniel off mid-sentence.

The male sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, knowing that he now set the gears into motion. Shit, you were going to be so angry. “Ummm… for about a year and a half now?” he said slowly, watching as your mother and father shared a look. “But I love your daughter, I really do. I actually wanted to stop by to tell you guys some news actually…”

“We’re going to have to have a talk when she comes home next weekend…” your mother said before she proceeded to let Daniel tell them his news…

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When you arrived home the following weekend, you couldn’t quite explain it, but something felt… different. It was a feeling that you had, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly why you had felt that way, because everything should have been normal. Daniel picked you up from the train station like he always did. He was sweet and affectionate like he usually was as he walked with you home for the usual Friday night family dinner. Everyone at home also seemed like their usual selves. So why did you feel so much apprehension when you got off the train that night? You had all but forgotten about it… until your mother brought out dessert that night.

“So, you’ve been dating Daniel for about a year and a half now,” your father said casually, almost making you choke on your water. Daniel gently reached over to try and soothe your coughing fit, but you were having a hard time calming down. When you finally did, you looked over at Daniel with wide eyes. How did they even know?!

“Sweetie, we’ve known for a long time. The two of you aren’t as good at hiding it as you’d like to think,” your mother said with a soft chuckle, your brain still trying to play catch up with all of this new information. “Plus, we checked with Daniel the other day, so you can stop pretending now.”

You then looked at Daniel who gave you that same sheepish smile he always had when he didn’t know what to say, and honestly you didn’t know how to feel. Part of you were pretty upset with him. You had asked him to keep this a secret for just a little longer. You wanted to show your parents that it was possible, but what would they think now? Yet, the other part of you knew that this had gone on for way too long. That you should have said something sooner. You had also realize that today, for the first time, Daniel seemed at ease at this dinner, and he hadn’t looked this way in a long time. You knew that your decision had been hard for him, even a little one-sided. Yet today, he looked happy, and you felt a bit bad for making him go through all of that. He had always had your best interests at heart and you should have known that from the beginning, no matter how your parents might feel.

“Y-yeah, we’re dating…” you finally said, feeling Daniel reach over for your hand under the table. You knew he was trying to reassure that it would be alright, and in this moment, you were glad that it was him sitting next to you and not some other guy.

“Sweetie, why didn’t you just tell us, was it so hard?” your mother asked.

All of a sudden you just felt so silly. You parents seemed to be taking it okay. So why were you so worried that they wouldn’t? Why did you think that things would erupt like a drama in your head? “I-I was worried. Look, you were both always so supportive of me going into the arts, but you never liked the idea of me dating an artist. It almost became a self-fulfilling prophecy that I ended up dating Daniel. I was worried you’d disapprove of him, no matter how much you both love him…”

Your dad chuckled lightly. “You know that we would never disapprove of Daniel. Sure, we think that the two of you could still hit a financial rough patch here and there, but it’s not enough to make us write off such a wonderful person who obviously makes you happy. If you make each other happy, be together. You don’t have to hide it.”

Your mother nodded. “Plus, I think Daniel has something to tell you…”

Your eyes shifted to Daniel who was giving you a meek smile. Whatever he wanted to say, he obviously did not think that your mother was going to turn it over to him like that. She always had a flair for the dramatic though. “You know that comic publisher that I always wanted to work for? I’ve been interviewing with them for the last month, and they finally offered me a position. It’s not a full-time position just yet, but it is a long time contract so I’ll be there for a while. And since it’s in the city, I’ll be moving there too. I start in a month!”

An overpowering feeling of shock and happiness overcame you as you jumped into Daniel’s arms, the made chuckling into your ear as he held you close. “I can’t believe you got it! I’m so proud of you!”

Laughter coming from your parents pulled you back into reality and you could feel yourself blushing now that the cat was out of the bag. It felt right though. It did leave one question unanswered, however… “Mom… Dad… how did you even know?” you finally asked.

“We always had an idea…” your mother told you.

“But when we saw you guys kissing on the porch a couple months ago, we thought it was time to bring it up,” your father continued, watching as the both of you turned a furious shade of red. “The two of you should have just told us. We found you both so cute together. So did his mother…”

“That’s really my fault. I should have been more honest…”

“You were just trying to be considerate of us, and we both appreciate it. But you don’t have to worry about it anymore,” your father said. “Though this does mean we need to set new ground rules. Like the fact that you guys can’t have sleepovers here anymore…”

Your eyes widened at your dad’s words and what they might have insinuated, and Daniel just laughed, holding your hand even tighter above the table. Though you had wanted to keep it a secret, you had to admit, you liked being able to love Daniel openly far more…

#wanna one #kang daniel #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #kang daniel scenarios #kpop scenarios

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mintiemarmalade · 5 years

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GET TO KNOW ME TAG

Rules: Post a picture of your simself with your traits and answer the questions so your followers can get to know you better!

I was tagged by the lovely @surreysimmer, @racingllama + @storylegacysims! Thank you so much bbs. ♡

I tag @pixeloasis, @simsiecakes + @gottacatchemallsims.

This has literally been sitting in my drafts halfway finished for the past week. Tbh I completely forgot about it until @storylegacysims tagged me this morning. 🙈

Anywhooo, this is my simself. I’ve given her the geek, goofball + foodie traits. (Truthfully, glutton would probably be more accurate but your simself is supposed to be a better, more ideal version of yourself, right?)

Questions below the cut ↴

1. What is your name?

Kayla

2. What is your nickname?

My family calls me Katy / Katy bug, for some reason.

3. Birthday?

June 17, 1994

4. What is your favorite book series?

Harry Potter, duh.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

Yes

6. Who is your favorite author?

J.K. Rowling, duh.

7. What is your favorite radio station?

Octane, Pop2K, and PopRocks on Sirius XM.

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything?

Chocolate, banana, or pumpkin.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful?

Lovely, wonderful, superb, idk all are viable options.

10. What is your current favorite song?

I honestly don’t even know.

11. What is your favorite word?

TUFT

12. What was the last song you listened to?

Misery Business by Paramore (I have my beloved throwback playlist playing.)

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch?

Boy Meets World - I firmly believe that the world would be a much better place if everyone had Mr. Feeny as a teacher.

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down?

Harry Potter or pretty much any Disney / Pixar movie.

15. Do you play video games?

Way too much, if I’m being honest.

16. What is your biggest fear?

Being alone, rejection, socializing, tight / crowded spaces, etc. I’m a big scaredy cat, okay. Leave me alone.

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion?

I’m hilarious. I’m incredibly caring and loyal.

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion?

My crippling anxiety.

9. Do you like cats or dogs better?

DOGS but cats are nice too.

20. What is your favorite season?

Fall - I sweat less and all the bugs die.

21. Are you in a relationship?

N O P E

22. What is something you miss from your childhood?

Innocence, being naive to how terrible the world actually is.

23. Who is your best friend?

Hannah ♡

24. What is your eye color?

Green

25. What is your hair color?

Auburn

26. Who is someone you love?

My dog

27. Who is someone you trust?

Hannah

28. Who is someone you think about often?

My sims

29. Are you currently excited about/for something?

CHRISTMAS

30. What is your biggest obsession?

The Sims, probably.

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child?

Boy Meets World

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone?

Aaron and Joe, I suppose.

33. Are you superstitious?

Nope

34. Do you have any unusual phobias?

Fun fact, butterflies cause me a lot of anxiety for some reason. Conveniently, I found this out while in a one of those butterfly sanctuaries at the zoo.

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?

Behind. I’m quite literally the least photogenic person ever.

36. What is your favorite hobby?

Playing video games, eating, sleeping. Do those count?

37. What was the last book you read?

I... actually don’t know?

38. What was the last movie you watched?

Crimes of Grindelwald.....

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any?

I mean, not to brag or anything but I played the recorder in fourth grade~

40. What is your favorite animal?

SLOTHS

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow?

You can’t make me choose.

42. What superpower do you wish you had?

Teleportation

43. When and where do you feel most at peace?

When I’m with Hannah tbh.

44. What makes you smile?

Making other people smile / laugh.

45. What sports do you play, if any?

Sports hurt.

46. What is your favorite drink?

Sweet tea

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody?

I have no idea.

48. Are you afraid of heights?

My fear of heights is directly correlated with my probability of falling.

49. What is your biggest pet peeve?

People who are rude to food service / retail employees.

50. Have you ever been to a concert?

Yes

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian?

I could never.

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Teacher

53. What fictional world would you like to live in?

Stars Hollow

54. What is something you worry about?

Literally everything.

55. Are you scared of the dark?

Sometimes, it depends.

56. Do you like to sing?

Like to, yes. Am I any good? Not at all.

57. Have you ever skipped school?

Yes

58. What is your favorite place on the planet?

Wherever my friends are.

59. Where would you like to live?

I care less about where exactly and more about having the people I love near me.

60. Do you have any pets?

Yes, one doggo named Neville.

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl?

NIGHT OWL

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better?

Sunsets

63. Do you know how to drive?

Yes

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds - headphones make my ears feel claustrophobic.

65. Have you ever had braces?

Nope

66. What is your favorite genre of music?

Early to mid 2000′s punk~ I never outgrew my emo phase, sorry mom.

67. Who is your hero?

My mom

68. Do you read comic books?

69. What makes you the most angry?

Seeing those I love get hurt / taken advantage of.

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book?

I prefer the experience of a real book but I do appreciate the convenience of an electronic device.

71. What is your favorite subject in school?

Psychology

72. Do you have any siblings?

One brother + one sister

73. What was the last thing you bought?

Christmas presents!

74. How tall are you?

5′4

75. Can you cook?

I mean, I can follow a recipe sometimes.

76. What are three things that you love?

My mom, my friends, and my dog.

77. What are three things that you hate?

Tomatoes, socks, and loud noises.

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends?

Well, I guess more male friends, with a ratio of 2:1. (I only have three friends lol.) Unless we’re also counting internet friends, then the females far outnumber the males.

79. What is your sexual orientation?

Straight

80. Where do you currently live?

Southern Illinois

81. Who was the last person you texted?

Hannah

82. When was the last time you cried?

Probably yesterday over something stupid. I cry a lot lol.

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber?

Jenna Marbles

84. Do you like to take selfies?

Not really, no.

85. What is your favorite app?

DISCORD

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like?

Mom - decent. Dad - non-existent.

87. What is your favorite foreign accent?

All of them. Accents are so cute OMG.

88. What is a place that you've never been to, but you want to visit?

Japan

89. What is your favorite number?

90. Can you juggle?

Lol no.

91. Are you religious?

Yes

92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting?

SPACE

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil?

Not at all

94. Are you allergic to anything?

Deathly allergic to sulfa - the doctors almost killed me when I was a baby.

95. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes

96. Can you wiggle your ears?

Nope

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something?

This is complicated because I doubt myself a LOT but I’m also incredibly stubborn.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach?

Beach

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you?

On the last day of my senior year, my history teacher left us with two words of advice before we departed: 1) never tattoo your face, and 2) don’t give your kids a stupid name. It still makes me laugh whenever I think about it.

100. Are you a good liar?

101. What is your Hogwarts House?

HUFFLEPUFF ♡

102. Do you talk to yourself?

Pfft she and I have full-blown conversations sometimes~

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

More accurately, I would consider myself an ambivert.

104. Do you keep a journal/diary?

I’ve never been able to keep up with one.

105. Do you believe in second chances?

I do, and it kicks me in the ass more often than not.

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do?

Try to return it.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change?

Yes, but the person must be willing to change.

108. Are you ticklish?

Yes

109. Have you ever been on a plane?

Once, when I was five.

110. Do you have any piercings?

Nope

111. What fictional character do you wish was real?

CatDog, I have so many questions~

112. Do you have any tattoos?

113. What is the best decision that you've made in your life so far?

To love myself

114. Do you believe in karma?

I don’t know, maybe.

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts?

Glasses - I’ve never worn contacts.

116. Do you want children?

Eventually, yes...

117. Who is the smartest person you know?

Aaron’s a pretty smart dude, I suppose.

118. What is your most embarrassing memory?

My existence in and of itself is embarrassing tbh.

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter?

Many, many times. I stay up for 48+ hours sometimes~

120. What color are most of you clothes?

I own a lot of blue apparently.

121. Do you like adventures?

Yes, as long as they don’t involve any strenuous activity.

122. Have you ever been on TV?

Not that I know of.

123. How old are you?

124. What is your favorite movie quote?

I honestly don’t know.

125. Sweet or savory?

SAVORY

#this was so long omg #but FUN #personal #non sims

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wannawrite · 7 years

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flirtatious

who?: Wanna One’s Hwang Minhyun genre: 🌸 type: bullet point blog navigator. • Minhyun can’t stand you and your flirty ways but that’s only because he’s shy I have a confession, and, my mutuals/anyone unlucky enough for their messages to be answered by me would know full well that I am a flirty hoe, my apologies for all the bad puns. This was really fun to write and heads up, loads of awful pick-up lines + jokes + puns ;) TYSM anon!! 💖 - Admin L

• in your squad, you’re the flirt • a major flirt but that’s only because you can come up with really good jokes using pick up lines • that’s how you make friends tbh • besides, you aren’t a fckboy/girl so it’s fine • everyone knows it’s for fun and laughter so no one actually takes you super seriously • some of your victims do get mildly affected though • your friends literally have to drag you away from poor Choi Minki whose face is redder than a tomato, he’s so incredibly flustered he can barely stammer out words • you wink at him as Kang Daniel and Lim Nayoung take you by the collar of your shirt • Minki can only shyly smile back before taking off the the opposite direction like his life depended on it • “you really have to stop this,” Daniel scolds. “I’m getting sick of it.” • 💡 !!! • Daniel unknowingly gives you the best ideas • no context, you press a kiss to his cheek before saying, “Did that make you feel better?” • normally, any other person would have burst of embarrassment or shyness but Daniel is pretty much your older brother so he doesn’t get affected by these kinds of things • he just groans and turns to Nayoung, seeking more help • “Daniel, could you call Jihoon and Sohye to hurry? I’m really hungry!” She tries to divert his attention and brush away the topic • ah yes yet another thought has popped into your head • you slide an arm around Nayoung’s shoulders and pull her close to your side • “ahh, you’re hungry?” • she smiles, not picking up on what you’re doing just yet “of course!” • then…she senses a shift in your mood, “wait oh my god n-“ • “lucky for you, I’m a full course meal.” you quickly cut her off and burst out laughing when she collapses to the ground, most likely from cringing • Daniel visibly winces before shaking his head. “That’s even worse than Netflix and chill or ‘let’s go to my house for ramen’. You’re awful.” • “awfully in love with you!” you chime, truthfully you love your friends so much you could die • “okay but, is there anyone you’re genuinely interested in? You can’t just be flirting with random people from classes all the time,” Mina, another friend, juts in, snickering • “no. It’s just a bad habit, you know.” you lie but these are your best friends, they know when you’re lying • “liar!” • its rare for you to lie but also rare for you to crush hard on somebody • apparently, both have happened today, a few months ago when you met someone by the name of Hwang Minhyun • “I knew it! What’s their name!” Daniel badgers. “Come on! Tell us!” • you can’t bring yourself to because you sound like the most unlikely pairing in the entire universe / college • Hwang Minhyun, he majors in law and is the President of debate in Brand New College. In his spare time, he dabbles with poetry and runs a book review blog • basically, Minhyun takes everything in life seriously and does even the hardest things with ease • he may seem laid-back but you know how earnest and hardworking he is. the man lives in the library, a spare bookcase holds a fraction of his things • oh yeah, and Minhyun is also part of NU’EST - one of the most elite cliques on campus consisting of five boys • you had tried approaching Minhyun once or twice but he was hard to talk to and the conversation ceased quickly, Mina had to save you - which rarely happened • for once, it was not you who was causing temporary emotional whirlwinds in someone through flirting • Minhyun had said about a total of three words to you but you were already weak in the knees and messing up your sentences • this year, you were determined to try again, to try to become his friend, to squeeze into his small circle • “so, would you dare to?” Mina’s voice snapped you out of your mini daydream of your crush • “do what?” you completely missed out on whatever they were talking about • “well, I challenged you to flirt with any member of NU’EST for the Autumn, possibly date them then Mina pointed out that you are already friends with Jonghyun and Aron…” • “and you have already flirted…talked, conversed with Dongho and Minki so…” • “all there’s left is Minhyun.” • you felt your heart speed up when Daniel said his hame and you prayed that redness would not fill your cheeks • “why NU’EST? there’s NCT, Gugudan…so many other popular, elite cliques here…” • “NU’EST is the king of elite groups, if you can get with them, you can get with anyone, don’t you have a secret crush right now?” • on any other occasion, you would have put your foot down and said no but this year, this Fall, was different. there was an opportunity for you to get closer to your NU’EST friends and talk to your crush • “okay, challenge accepted.” • bisshhh why did you agree to do this • it starts bright and early the next morning, the sun has barely risen above the horizon when you’re walking to school • just as you’re rounding a bend, an expensive car slows down and the front seat window rolls down • “Minki?” • “Hey Y/N, want a ride to school?” he says with a smile, gesturing for his chauffeur to stop • your shock is evident, mainly because it hasn’t been long since you got to know him yet, here he is being a sweetheart and offering you a lift to school • but you should have noticed that the car was Minki’s classic family Cadillac, one of the Choi Cadillac Collection • before you could open your mouth to reply, the backseat window went down to reveal Hwang Minhyun’s perfect face • “hello, good morning.” he said in a robotic, serious tone • you want to melt into a puddle of goo right there and then • even at the crack of dawn, Minhyun still manages to look breathtakingly handsome • “hyung, slide over and Y/N, hop in,” Minki instructs. he seems to have a knowing smile on his lips • o h g o o d n e s s k a n g d a n i el • tentatively, you slip into the expensive car, feeling the plush leather and getting used to breathing the same air as your CRUSH • “hey, your seatbelt. you don’t want to fall,” Minhyun reminded gently. he was THAT friend who was always concerned with safety • another awful pick up line popped into your head but you bit your tongue • but when would you ever get a chance to sit next to your crush ever again? • “but Minhyun,” • “yeah?” • “I’ve already fallen for you.” • in the front seat, you heard Minki struggling to hold his laughter • a blush filled Minhyun’s cheeks as he let out an awkward laugh, clearing his throat and turning away from you. he frequently pressed his palms to his hot face • though it was a really TERRIBLE line, you felt a bit of pride knowing you worked up the courage to say that to your crush - even if he was clueless about • the ride would have been awkward if it wasn’t for Minki’s non-stop chatter • before the car had even pulled to a complete halt, Minhyun hastily bid both of you goodbye and practically fell out of the car before running to the law block • you sighed, feeling utterly lost • so your crush hadn’t reacted in the best way to your flirting but you had been ‘rejected’ too many times - it never really hurt • “don’t worry,” said Minki. “Minhyun isn’t like this. He’ll warm up to you.” • “yeah, his face seems to be the warmest.” • Minki chuckled. “You’re a good person, don’t worry. Minhyun’s just shy, he’s never actually been with anyone, you know?” • your jaw dropped. • with his good looks, brains and endless charms, you figured everyone in a 10 mile radius would chase after Minhyun and it wasn’t like Minhyun was one to shy away from affection • Minki looked to be deep in thought. • “I think he’s shy because none of his suitors have been so straightforward, or maybe he doesn’t take you super seriously because you, no offence, flirt with all your friends a lot. That’s how we became friends.” • hmm, so sincere flirting? you could do that • after Minki’s explanation and a mini pep talk, you weren’t quite ready to give up on Hwang Minhyun • you lessened your meaningless flirtatiousness with other people and rephrased your lines • for example, when you bumped into him at the coffee shop queue you said ‘hi Minhyun, you look delicious in that shirt.’ • cue Hwang red face and snickers from lecture mates nearby • ‘speaking of delicious, the coffee smells amazing! what’s your usual order?’ • through this, you were getting a lot more information about Minhyun and still maintaining your flirtatious ways • knowing how hard law students work just to keep up, you try to grab Minhyun a coffee and a small snack whenever you know you’ll see him in the library • if not, you get one of NU’EST to pass him the takeaway bag with a cute cue card in it • a smile blossoms on his face when he reads the tiny notes • ‘you look unlawfully good today, my heart pound is the judge ;)’ • ‘your sweetness is illegal, don’t make me arrest you’ • he finds two packets of sugar in his takeaway bag because you weren’t sure how he liked it exactly • what is studying? anymore? tomorrow’s test who? idk her • but guys please study hard and stay in school! • his heart is going to burst omg • perhaps he was wrong about you • Jonghyun can’t hold back his laughter whenever Minhyun gets SO shy he just hides his face in his books • it’s just a note and small gift from you, why is he acting like this? • ASDFGHJKL • oh, how you can afford coffee and treats all the time? Your friend, Jisung works as a barista and gives you his employee discount • he also has a list of orders Minhyun has ever made since he’s such a regular • and both of them are friends • but Minhyun feels a tad bit guilty, he barely acknowledges you and he doesn’t even have your number • so you’re really shocked when an unknown number dropped you a text one day • ‘good afternoon, this is Hwang Minhyun. I must show my gratitude and thanks for your gracious gifts. Thank you very much, your efforts are much appreciated’ • ‘Minhyun oh my god I’m not your law professor.’ • YOU TEXTED HIM BACK • he went crazy and ran around the whole NU’EST fort, yelling and throwing pillows and whatnot • his phone chimes with another notification that you were face timing him • ‘mINKI I’m goIng tO NEED tO BOrRow youR MAKeUp’ • ‘wAIT! NO’ • with shaking hands, he presses the circular green button to answer your call • you look too calm and collected, earphones in and casually sipping from a mug, probably in a cafe • ‘hi! it’s Y/N, but you probably already know.’ • Minhyun stammers a few times before clearing his throat and answering in his professional tone, trying to prevent redness creeping into his face • you gasp, faking shock • ‘Minhyun, there’s something on your face!’ • *nervous breathing intensifies* • ‘uh…yes. what is it?’ • what if it’s a spider? • you adopt a serious tone, eyes still wide • ‘oh my god, handsomeness!’ you squeal, before breaking into laughter • Minhyun’s words hitch in his throat and he wants to die of embarrassment, especially when you have to witness his blush • ‘ahh,’ is all he can make out • ‘hey, hyun,’ • ‘yeah?’ • ‘what drink would you like tomorrow? let’s hang out. at the cafe, lunch?’ • Are you subtly asking him out? • he can chemically combust with the rate his heart is beating at • ‘uhm uh…anything. up to you.’ • you chuckle at the clear signs of his nerves before nodding. ‘okay! text me if anything! see you’ • he ends the call with a dreamy smile on his face before he just collapses to the ground and groans • ‘hyung, no offence but you were a complete mess around them.’ • ‘I HAVE A DATE’ • two of you yelled that to your friends right after hanging up • Daniel sent a smirk your way and raised his cup of iced tea for a toast • Mina gladly clinked her glass against yours • ‘so…you’re going out with the crush tomorrow?’ • you nodded your heard excitedly, discussing what outfit you should wear and how to style your hair • ‘YOU’RE GOING ON A DATE WITH YOUR CRUSH YOU LUCKED OUT.’ • nothing sinks in until the next day during one of your lectures • the clock reads 12.30pm and your class ends in 10 mins • which means you have 20 minutes to hustle your ass to that cute cafe • o h • someone’s going to meet you at that cafe • naming, Hwang Minhyun, your crush • you run out of you lecture theatre faster than Mnet deleting BTS’ votes for MAMA • it takes you 30 seconds for you to freshen up and polish yourself in the bathroom before racing to the meeting point • Minhyun strolls in just as you have finished placing your order • he beams as he spots you, quickly slipping into his seat by the window • ‘hello,’ he greets cheerfully, battling with his nerves • ‘hyun!’ you beam. ‘my boyfriend’s here today.’ • you watch as his smile falters and a facade frosts over his face • ‘oh? who is he?’ • did my crush really call me to hang out for relationship advice? • you flip open your pocket mirror, facing him so it reflects his face • ‘here he is!’ • his hearty laughter melts away whatever cold that washed over him • ‘oh goodness, don’t do this to me!’ • you bat an eyelid at him just as the waiter arrived with your drink and to take his order • ‘oh? are you okay?’ Minhyun asks when he sees you wrinkle your nose after trying your drink • ‘ah no. they made it a bit too sweet for me today’ :( • ‘sweet? just like you?’ • hI DID MINHYUN JUST FLIRT? • there’s a short silence that settles before you burst into giggles, unable to hold them back • ‘did you just…use a really cliche yet cute line? are you flirting with me? at a time like this?’ • he grows so quiet and red you almost feel sorry for him • i bet he looks like a mochi when he’s blushing full offence • ‘i’m sorry! but hey, good attempt, I’d give you that.’ • * sips tea * • over lunch, there’s positive banter and all sorts of conversation ranging from Daniel’s new cat to Daehwi’s new hair colour to how Aron almost broke someone’s arm in his lecture • Minhyun is just really easy to talk to once you’ve gotten to know him • easy-going, more laid back and relaxed than usual • time flies when you’re having fun and Minhyun has downed another two drinks • you know those really aesthetic, ethereal looking teas? I feel like secretly he might dig those a lot • ‘so when is your next lecture?’ you inquire. ‘i’m done for today.’ • Minhyun nods. ‘Same.’ • he offers to pay to which you don’t protest because your heart has mELTED • okay but Minhyun is lowkey scared you were going to flirt with the cute cashier and dump him • nah never in a million years • he even holds the door open for you what a gentleman • just outside, there’s a signpost directing visitors across campus. you point to it and say, ‘hey Minhyun, can I get directions to your heart?’ • MINHYUN IS SO DONE BUT HE’S IN LOVE HE DOESN’T KNOW • shy smiles and blushing cheeks • not because he kind of took Minki’s Fenty Beauty blush • honestly, being around Minhyun makes you feel like a cheerful, careless child again you can skip and dance and just run along the pavement • it’s energising and refreshing, like a mood brightener • you’re skipping along the sidewalk, slightly ahead of minhyun • hyun is watching from behind, with a satisfied, amused smile pulling at his lips • suddenly, your feet slip but Minhyun is there to save you • cliche! • you grip tightly onto his soft button up in an attempt to stabilise yourself. with the first two buttons open bc why not • ‘woah! are you okay?’ • you catch your breath, still clinging onto Minhyun like your life depends on it • ‘hey your shirt is really soft. is it made out of boyfriend material?’ • ‘u-uh…y-yes.’ he stammers out, helping you on your feet again. ‘husband material, actually.’ • you gape at him, pleasantly surprised ‘are you proposing to me? right now?’ • you wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him tight and he doesn’t protest • ‘hmm, maybe.’ a smile playing at his lips • ‘will you be my boyfriend? for real? since I like to take things slow,’ • Minhyun blushes, he doesn’t know what to say so yeah he’s just going to kiss you and hopefully you get the message • ‘yeah. being your boyfriend sounds nice, is nice.’ • ‘does that mean I can teach you a pick up line or two?’ you tease, heart thudding faster than ever • ‘why?’ he asks, furrowing his brow. ‘I only want to pick you up.’ • pick me pick me pick me up

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kang daniel #kim jaehwan #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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As someone with BPD, I struggle a lot with headcanons of Kent Parson with BPD.

Bc on the one hand, I really enjoy people taking the time to research BPD and crafting versions of Kent Parson that are complicated yet respectful and highlighting a disorder that imho isn’t spoken about nearly enough + a lot of thought and effort goes into taking mentally ill characters and fleshing them out with words. Plus I’ve seen some well composed stuff from people who do have BPD and get what it’s like and make wonderfully relatable versions of BPD!Parse and I don’t want to downplay those at all.

But at the same time, I noticed a lot of what happens is that people paint Kent Parson as this guy that’s been really manipulative and can say and do things that are emotionally abusive or just make him all impulsive but then be all like oh he’s like that because he has BPD so it’s okay.

And that’s bad for multiple reasons—the first one being ofc that you can’t excuse manipulative, emotionally abusive, or any other kind of shitty behaviors just bc the person acting that way is mentally ill. The second is that people with Borderline Personality Disorder are generally not like that???? That’s a really harmful stereotype of what people with BPD are like and it’s been perpetuated a lot in various types of media and even within medical and mental health communities.

Anyways, I’m p sure I personally won’t be able to read any fics with BPD!Parson unless they’re personally recommend to me, but I will throw a few things out there that I haven’t seen in BPD!Parse fics but that are common amongst people with BPD. (Please keep in mind that these are based on my own experiences and experiences of other people I know who have BPD—as with any mental health issue, it can manifest very differently depending on the person and not everyone with have experienced all of these):

Manic episodes!!!!! (I feel it’s important to note that often times you won’t realize you’re Manic until you’re peeking. And tbh a lot of times you don’t realize it at all, especially if you don’t have experience recognizing those feelings. Also I’ve noticed that with people with BPD that are more on the consistently manic side will not notice their mania because while manic episodes are intense, if you’re used to them it feels totally normal to feel that way all the time. You might not notice it’s a thing until it gets pointed out by an outsider or unless you get a really really bad one or end up hospitalized)

After a manic episode, you might Crash—a sort of Mania Hangover, if you will. Sometimes it can be a full blow depressive episode, sometimes it’s just a need for sleep or maybe releasing a few hard earned tears. (Or if you’re one of those people that’s kind of Perpetually Manic or going through a manic phase, maybe you won’t even Crash, you’ll just slide into another episode like whatislife amiright??)

If not full blown mania, then mood swings!!!! So many mood swings!!!!! They’re intense and sometimes they last a few hours and sometimes they last a few days. People with BPD have intense emotions, highs and lows and you can on occasion get several in the span of an hour or two.

A chronic feeling of emptiness (I’m thinking of Parse feeling empty n wow that hurts so bad doesn’t it?)

Reckless, impulsive, or dangerous behaviors, often thought of as a result of trying to fill that emptiness or during feelings of mania or anger or mood swings. (This can manifest as shopping sprees, sex, substance abuse, binge eating, etc).

Viewing things in black and white—often times things and feelings are perceived as either totally Good or totally Bad, with little to nothing in between. It’s easy to distort your point of view to make it so that everything fits in those categories. This is a defense mechanism and is often referred to as “Splitting” or all-or-nothing thinking.

The Good/Bad POV//defense mechanism also and especially applies toward people and while logically you might know people are multifaceted and want to recognize that people can be both good and bad, sometimes it can be really hard not to look at people and subconsciously be like “okay are you a hero or a villain, a protagonist or an antagonist, do I love you or hate you” (idealization vs devaluation)

In the BPD community, many people have something called an FP (a Favorite Person)—this is a person you’ve formed an emotional dependency on that can quite literally make or break your day with the slightest provocation. Frankly, this is kind of difficult to talk about so I recommend skimming this article. Basically, you devolve intense feelings for a person (be it romantic or platonic) and when they give you attention or when you view their actions as positive, it’s like you’re happier than you’ve ever been but if you view something they did or said as a negative towards you (even if it wasn’t their intention), suddently your mood plummets so badly that you might feel physically pained or enter a major depressive episode or feel suicidal. (Not everyone has or has had an FP, but if you have one and they reject you and the relationship between the two of you is over, it can feel kind of like a soulmate au gone bad in which you gotta break this Profound Bond and it feels like you’re shattering. Not impossible to get over but you’ll be kind of broken for a while, or maybe just a little cracked forever.) ((Was Jack Zimmermann Kent’s FP???? Who knows, just don’t think about it))

While obviously relationships with people can often be intense and sometimes unstable, it doesn’t mean everyone is regarded with the same level of intensity and it doesn’t mean people with BPD don’t also have normal and healthy relationships and friendships. It truthfully depends on the person. Sometimes all relationships are affected, and sometimes it’s just one.

Disassociation—this can range from depersonalization (feeling disconnected from your body), derealization (feeling disconnected from reality), amnesia (lost time), and identity confusion (losing self).

Speaking of identity—people with BPD struggle with their self-image, and yes sometimes they will distort how they view themselves to fit their mood. I often see this brought up in fics in regards to Kent Parson as either having extreme narcissism or with an extremely low self worth. While those two things aren’t generally out of the realm of possibility, most of the time when it comes to people with BPD and their identity it’s more like they’re lost???? Idk how to describe it but amongst people with BPD, it’s common to feel like you don’t know who the real you is, or like there is no real you and you’re just made up of other people. It’s because sometimes we latch onto the habits and obsessions of others, of our friends and loved ones, and they become our habits and our obsessions, and sometimes realizing this can push you into a bit of an identity crisis????? (Does anyone have a way to put this into English that makes sense bc I’m doing my best here but I Suck soooo) EDIT: the word for it is “Identity Disturbance” and it’s A Big Thing

Seemingly unprovoked bursts of anger and irritability are not uncommon

A lot of people with BPD have abandonment issues. Be it real or imagined abandonment, many of us try to avoid feeling that kind (or any kind) of rejection, even if it means we’re the ones doing the rejecting first. I see this well represented in fics but it’s very dragged out. (Truthfully, imho people with BPD can kinda suck at rejecting people, like we’ll wanna do it so that you don’t do it to us but we can’t quite execute it all that well and when we do we try not to dwell on it.)

I have noticed in BPD!Parse fics, most of the time he has a healthy sense of distrust towards people and their intentions and that’s pretty accurate although sometimes it’s the exact opposite—you might trust too much or too quickly if you consider them Good.

Major depressive episodes are not at all uncommon. (I apologize bc I don’t think I’m going to be able to put in as much detail about this rn bc tbh I’m running on the Manic side lately and when I’m more manic I tend to forget what it’s like to feel depressed or just how those feelings come about until I get hit with a wave of them and then I just wallow.)

Self-harm and suicidal thoughts are not uncommon either, even if you aren’t going through a depressive episode or feeling sad. (An unfortunate percentage of people with BPD die from suicide.)

Some people experience intrusive thoughts or some form of psychosis (if I’m not mistaken the term “borderline” actually comes from an antiquated thought that people with BPD are “borderline psychotic” and so some places no longer use the term “borderline personality disorder” and rather call it an emotional intensity disorder or an “emotionally unstable personality disorder”—bc the latter is totally much better)

Looooots of anxiety, I don’t think in the same way you see in an anxiety disorder??? (I have both so it’s hard for me to describe and separate the two but from what I’ve heard, for people that don’t have an anxiety disorder but do have BPD, it can come in bouts, kind of like manic and depressive episodes but just anxiety and none of the high or low feelings????)

Trouble sleeping is common with people with BPD

Paranoia

A majority of the time, people with BPD also have other disorders such a depression, anxiety, substance abuse, eating disorders, or other personality disorders that coexist with your BPD.

And the last thing: if you’re reading this list and thinking “huh this sounds more like what I’ve read about bipolar disorder rather than borderline personality disorder” then the reason for it is bc the way bipolar disorder is presented in media is often similar to the reality of what it’s like to have BPD (and similarly there is so much more to bipolar disorder that is not presented in media accurately). The two can be very similar from an outsider’s point of view but to put it in oversimplified terms—people with BPD have more persistent day-to-day symptoms that impact them 24/7 whereas someone with bipolar disorder can go through periods of symptom-free wellness for days, weeks, or even years before falling into say a major manic episode. Our mood swings and episodes are also shorter and tend to run on patterns or are a direct reaction to life’s typical stressors—we can have multiple mood swings and episodes within a single day, whereas folks with bipolar disorder have seemingly no warning before an episode that can last months. Also while any form of mental illness (particularly ones that have to do with mania or delusions or hallucinations) can impact your relationship with people, typically people with bipolar disorder don’t have the same problems with interpersonal relationships like people with BPD do. (I hope I don’t sound like I’m “down selling” bipolar disorder or anything, truthfully I’m just not knowledgeable enough to feel comfortable speaking on it but I do know that these are some of the differences between the two and that BPD and bipolar disorder are often misdiagnosed as each other.)

Anyways y’all, BPD is a really serious disorder. Most of the time we’re people that are considered high functioning because it’s a disorder that affects emotions and relationships and sometimes that only seemingly affects our personal and social lives and not our professional or academic lives.

We’re typecast as dramatic and manipulative and attention seekers. I’d personally argue that we aren’t (for the most part) but our behavior can get really poor and we can feel desperate and enslaved by our emotions. We can’t really help it but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold us accountable if we act horribly. The point of this is just that if you want to write about this disorder or cast a character with it, try to understand beyond what you’ve seen or heard portrayed by people who don’t have to live with it.

BPD is usually treated with cognitive behavioral therapy but it’s not at all uncommon to have medication as treatment of some of your symptoms or to be hospitalized for it. Personally I used to be on antipsychotics to help stabilize my moods and it was good but not a cure-all, of course. There is no cure for BPD.

This post is also known as: stop writing Kent Parson as an angsty piece of shit 2k18. I might accept BPD!Parse fics if he’s super excited and manic and forms intense bonds with people and doesn’t want to let them go but also BPD sucks so don’t romanticize it too much but also hello I love Kent Parson

#wow this was supposed to be like a paragraph or two max #im just literally crazy yall im kind of manic rn and this just happened #i might delete this later idk its embarassing n kinda personal #kent parson #bpd #borderline personality disorder #actually borderline #actually bpd #bpd kent parson #mental health #fandom #long post #sorry yall

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– THIS IS A SAMPLE APPLICATION FROM KIT WITH DIZZY!

I wrote this intentionally casual so that people know they don’t have to stress too much. Yes. That’s it. Not because I hate writing applications and it was the only way I was gonna get through it. Just... Listen. We know that trying to condense your vision of a character down to a few paragraphs and some fill in the blanks isn’t really Possible. We’re just lookin’ for an introduction, and to know you care enough about joining that you’re willing to try. Stick to what’s fun for you, play around in the space, and everything will be fine.

– PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS ONLY AN EXAMPLE & ALSO THAT IT’S NOT TO BE USED AS INSPIRATION OF ANY KIND

out of character info.

ALIAS › kit

PRONOUNS › they/them

AGE › 24

TIMEZONE › gmt-5

LINES › u know that scene in the mummy w the scarabs… anything like that (idk how to word it more concisely sfdSFJKLS)

VEILS › any kind of sexual assault stuff, honestly i’d prefer nothing Too explicitly sexual In General, also animal (insects included) harm/death/etc

in character info.

CHARACTER › dizzy

GENDER & PRONOUNS › trans woman & she/her

DISCIPLINE › obfuscate

DEMEANOUR ›

A bon vivant, the epitome of talking for hours and saying nothing at all; amongst a crowd Dizzy is bubbly and annoying, over-affectionate and vapid, as likely to fade into the scenery of a party as to be the center of it — hard to say whether it’s an act, or just what happens to her in the presence of too many other voices. One on one she’s capable of toning it down, and displays a sharpness and unsurprising love of teasing… When she’s not too busy demanding attention to bother paying it.

JOINING THE COTERIE ›

Dizzy would say it was pure impulse; she abhors a social vacuum, and was lacking in friends that could be forced to put up with her. Truthfully, it may have been more strategic — and she may have had a stronger hand in creating the coterie than she likes to say. With an estranged sire drifting to the side of anarchy, one might have motivation to convince the Council of the need for another coterie of watchmen. Of course, that’s not as relevant anymore, but…

(UN)LIFE’S PHILOSOPHY ›

For Dizzy unlife hasn’t been a far cry from life. Each moment is wasted in the rabid pursuit of pleasure, it’s just that now she has a lot more moments to waste. And a lot more potential enemies looking to keep her from it.

THOUGHTS ON HUMANITY ›

Depending on her mood, this could earn you a noncommittal shrug or a five hour philosophical debate. What constitutes humanity? Are kindred really so different from them, after all? She’s never seen the embrace as quite as big a difference as some seem to, so she might have a softer spot for humans than most. Her stance tends to be that a transition doesn’t make you a different person, even if it changes your circumstances dramatically.

LIFE EVENTS › (tw; drug/addiction mention)

— Addiction, sedation, stagnation — much of Dizzy’s life has been colored the same way, her art a bright point of tangibility amidst a sea of smoke and dreams. Escapism, of any kind, was always her strongest vice. She tripped down the steps of different drugs until she found her high of choice: the euphoria of a vampire’s Kiss.

For years that’s how she lived, existing as a sweet taste on the lips of any number of immortal patrons, barely scraping together a life outside of it. Until the right man saw her for what she was (saw the artist beyond the haze), and decided to prolong her suffering.

A few years as a drip tap turned into a few decades as a ghoul, and the event I’m dancing my way around is her turning — or, really, her relationship with her sire. Dizzy has never been immune to romanticization (she was a perfect fit for clan Toreador) and so words like ‘soul mates’ and ‘true love’ weren’t far from her lips when she was finally Embraced.

— For decades it was Dizzy and her Sire against the world, but of course nothing lasts. As Dizzy adapted to life under the laws of the Camarilla, her rebellious nature grew much more subtle as a matter of survival. A bright spark faded to a dull roar, and it never occurred to her that her Sire might hate what he had turned her into.

Not until he brought in a new Childe. Peach, bright and raging against the world as Dizzy had once been, keeping up with the modern era and un-dimmed by the lack of sunlight. Dizzy watched her Sire’s attentions slip further and further from her grasp, and though she remained (barely) civil for decades, things were tense. Maybe their Sire didn’t notice, or maybe he didn’t care, but he certainly didn’t do anything to make the ‘siblings’ relationship any better.

By the time Peach (in Dizzy’s view — she’s still not actually sure how all of it went down) had finished with their sire, he had changed. Gone was the commitment to change the Camarilla from the inside out, and in its place was a brand new plan. Join the Anarchs, attack from the outside, take the direct approach —

Out of spite, Dizzy refused. She dug her heels in, burrowed further into the bureaucracy than she’d ever gone before, and shut her heart to the family she’d once had. Holed up in her studio, she barely even heard when news of her sire’s death swept through the clan. She didn’t know him anymore.

EXPANDING CONNECTIONS ›

— HAREL - Dizzy adores them, delights in nothing more than earning their grudging indulgence, and might have pulled some strings to get them more freedom under the watchful eyes of the Council. She isn’t shy about making it known that Harel is her personal favorite in any given situation, but she never gives a straight answer as to why.

— ANGEL - Angel exacerbates Dizzy’s distaste for anyone that can see through her, and their unflappable persona doesn’t give her enough purchase to manipulate. Overall, it’s an uneasy truce — she would rather keep them close, keep an eye on them, than let them go about their business where she can’t see. And, someday, she’s going to crack the code of getting an emotional response out of them. It’s a pet project of hers.

— DIVYA - The most fun toy in the group. So easy to wind up, with so many obvious buttons to press. Ultimately, Dizzy considers them a baby, is mildly protective and has high hopes for how they might develop over the course of their unlife. Never tell Divya, though, if they knew Dizzy had a soft spot it might ruin her fun.

— PEACH - Nothing turns Dizzy’s stomach or dries her mouth like Peach’s presence — if she had breath, Peach would steal it like a punch to the gut. Every time they’re forced to interact, Dizzy feels the familiar kick of jealousy and betrayal — she blames Peach for their sire abandoning her, and for his eventual final death. It’s not a grudge that Dizzy knows how to let go of.

miscellaneous info.

EXTRAS ›

i made a pinterest

also have some headcanons:

— if you let her get away with it, dizzy has the tendency to be Very physically affectionate (read: she Will drape herself over anyone that doesn’t shove her off. depending on the person she will continue to attempt the drapening even when u Do push her off)

— she’s the kind of person that values loyalty over most other things, so she can and will compromise any morals she may once have had in order to be on a favored person’s good side

— aka if a friend dislikes someone she will also dislike that person no matter how tempted she is to sleep with them

— (yes i’m talking about harel and guerra)

— her nickname was given to her by her sire, who once joked that all the mental spinning she did must make her dizzy… then just started calling her that and it stuck

— side note: she’s much better at concealing the spinning now

— or is she just better at not spinning

— the world may never know

— her favorite art form is sculpting, but she’s also fond of most types of painting and sketching

— she has not yet gotten into digital art because the change in tactile feedback freaks her out, but maybe someday

— Mayhaps she’s kept half an ear to the ground for any news of peach’s business over the years

— mayhaps i’m waiting on other people to join before working out an actual timeline so idk how long it’s been

— MAYHAPS

— yes at this point i’m just rambling bc i swear i had more to put here but listen

— swiss cheese memory

— am i supposed to be being professional on this thing or smth

— god i hope not

LAST WORD ›

hello….. it me :>

#sample.#dizzy.

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adamcoled · 7 years

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change | pete dunne

pt. 2, pt. 3

A/N: This was originally going to be just one long thing rather than two parts, but idk man I just felt like it needed to be split.

How horribly rude it was for time to mock me, the clock’s hands shifting slower and slower with each fleeting glance at the stupid thing, mounted on the wall so conspicuously that it would have been much harder to ignore it than to watch as each monotonous minute passed by. There was reason for this overwhelming boredom, of course, since I was at work and there isn’t much excitement as a waitress, besides occasional impatient customers and the gnawing premonition that all of this food can be thrown to the floor with just one wrong step.

A new excitement came in the form of a shy, kind-hearted guy whose arrival I anticipated each shift. Over his many appearances at this same restaurant, I’d learned quite a bit about Tyler, though it was our outside rendezvous that allowed me into his life much further than I would have guessed.

As unfortunate as it seemed at first, we were strictly friends. Admittedly, there were some feelings in the beginning, which we acted upon a few times through dinner dates and endless flirting, but the click just wasn’t there. While we could have lied to ourselves, forced the connection we both so desperately wanted, it was a mutual agreement when I suggested staying platonic. Thankfully, we remained friends and he continued making unexpected stops while I was working, though I had an inkling the food may have been a bigger reason for that than me.

Through a few of our conversations, I’d learned about his career as a wrestler, which was reaching new heights and would explain his recent sporadic appearances, or lack thereof. I tended to stray away from that topic, however, since he must’ve heard about it enough as is. Despite my attempts to keep the wrestling talk at bay, Tyler always mentioned he wanted me to stop by one of the shows sometime, just to see him in action. He’d also brought up his friends a lot, too, each of them seeming like such a unique character completely unlike anyone else I knew. My years on this Earth had included far too many encounters with ordinary people, hardly set apart from the previous passerby, yet apparently all I had to do was get into the wrestling scene to discover overwhelming originality.

Tyler described quite a few names, but there was one that always stood out, sounded perfect rolling off my tongue, entered my mind with no intent to leave, much to my chagrin.

His name was Pete and, from the stories Tyler told, he seemed like the type of person people warn you about, though I’d never listened to warnings in the past and I certainly wasn’t about to start now.

I should have known one day Tyler would walk into the building with Pete beside him; in fact, I should have been surprised it had yet to happen, but regardless, I couldn’t help my absolute shock when he did. He’d repeated the line, “I’ll have to bring him in sometime,” quite a few times, though I had lingering hope that would never happen. I didn’t need to meet Pete to have him fluttering into my mind at unconventional times, so I could only imagine how things would evolve after an actual meeting.

When I made my way to their table, I tried to return the smile Tyler wore so proudly, but it faltered once I caught eye of Pete, staring blankly at me with an unreadable expression upon his face. He looked both bored and amused, an odd combination, if that was even possible. While I tried to greet them as I would greet any other customer, Tyler cut me off midway through.

“Y/N, this is Pete,” Tyler introduced, though it was completely unnecessary, seeing as the name and face frequented my thoughts.

“Ah, yeah, I remember the name,” I smiled forcefully, the understatement falling from my lips without a second thought, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Pete nodded, a smirk making its way to his lips, the lips that could definitely work magic against my skin. “Yeah, you too. Tyler, if you had told me just how stunning she is before, maybe we woulda met much sooner.”

My face was on fire, my knees feeling weak for a moment before I remembered I was at work and it wasn’t my place to return the flirtation right now, even though I desperately wanted to.

“Yeah, maybe,” Tyler mumbled, seemingly annoyed by his friend’s antics. The two were very different, which I could conclude quite easily through word of mouth, but it wasn’t until each of them were in front of me that it became concrete. It was almost comical in a sense, two men taken straight from one of those cliché films in which the confused protagonist is stuck between the good guy you’d take home to mom and the sex-driven bad boy. Or maybe I was just inferring too much about Pete too early.

Ripped from my unorganized thoughts by their ordering, I hoped my feigned half-smile would deter from the fact that I’d gone into a practical trance for a few good seconds. It must’ve worked, because neither of them questioned it and I went on my way, holding my breath the entire trip to the back.

For once, I would have been grateful for the moments of standstill time. Any additional seconds to prepare for impending doom, or in lighter terms, Pete’s flirting, would have been accepted graciously, yet of course they never came. Instead, their food was prepared in what seemed like lightning speed, forcing me back to the table once more. Though, it was just barely enough time to build my resolve a bit stronger this time through a much needed mental pep-talk. Even if I was internally swooning over words Pete had probably repeated to a string of women in the past, making me just another lost name among the list, there was no reason for him to know that. I’d made it my goal to prove his compliments futile.

Tthat all crumbled when I got a bit closer and overheard their not-so-hushed conversation.

“Whatever, man,” Tyler huffed, “Just knock it off, alright? She doesn’t need to get caught up with your shit.”

“Calm down, mate. If I didn’t know betta, I’d say you like her or somethin’.”

“I’m just looking out for her.”

Cursing my horrible timing and clearing my throat louder than necessary, both heads snapped towards me in an instant, all conversation halted as they silently hoped I hadn’t heard too much. I hadn’t, but I had heard enough to make a general assumption that I was the topic of interest. I couldn’t be sure if I was more delighted to hear Tyler’s always-welcomed protection or Pete’s potential attraction, but I was absolutely sure that I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Er…here you guys go,” I placed the plates before them, hoping to make a quick exit.

“Thanks, love,” Pete grinned, though it was full of arrogance and deceit. All I could do was nod, ushering myself away before he could speak up again.

That was only the first time I’d met Pete, but I could tell he’d become a familiar face soon enough. He’d already made a cozy home in my thoughts, anyway.

In the weeks to come, I saw both Tyler and Pete, but always separate, never coming together after that one evening. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the small events that transpired, or so I hoped. Pete had come waltzing into the restaurant several times, eyes watching me carefully each time I was too preoccupied to wait him, and Tyler hadn’t mentioned his troublesome friend since that day.

Maybe I wasn’t supposed to, but without the presence of Tyler, I’d fallen right into Pete’s relentless flirting. It’s not like I met up with Pete outside of my working hours, anyway, so our encounters were always cut short by annoying time constraints and the arrival of more customers. On several occasions, I’d reminded him I had a job to do and couldn’t dawdle over inappropriate coquetry, to which he insisted nobody else really mattered. If he’d had it his way, my attention would be focused solely on him, my job be damned.

If I’d had it my way, we’d be anywhere else but in a busy restaurant secretly exchanging sly innuendos and winks. Maybe out on a fancy date, maybe in his bed. For now, I’d have to settle for the back and forth seduction.

Coincidentally enough, just when he was creeping into my thoughts, I’d noticed him walking in, a habitual hand pushing his hair back as he caught my eye as well. Taking note of the way the corners of his lips upturned into a smirk, I quickly looked elsewhere, which may have done me in even more. If my weakness at his arrival hadn’t already been obvious by my staring, it surely was obvious by the quick attempt to divert my attention. He knew he had my full attention, he basked in that fact, yet still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more and I was feeling generous. It only took a few seconds for me to find myself beside his table, awaiting the conversation to come.

“Hi, Pete,” I smiled, my voice undeniably sultry but hopefully not to the point where it seemed over-the-top. He had to do some chasing, after all.

He ignored my greeting entirely, instead looking at his watch for a quick second. “Is your shift almost over?”

“In ten minutes, yeah, why? Got something in mind?”

“Was hoping you’d be my dinner date for the night.”

I couldn’t say I knew Pete extremely well or anything, but I knew enough to know he wasn’t much of a dinner date guy. He was nights spent at the bar with a random girl strewn across his lap, though that wasn’t enough to stop myself from agreeing.

“Dinner at the same place I work at?” I joked. Truthfully, I didn’t care where we went or what we did. I was still a bit shaken up by his request, the excitement rushing through my veins, drowning out the brief recollections of Tyler’s stories.

“We can go wherever you’d like,” he assured, my humor seemingly going unnoticed.

“I’m kidding. I’ll meet you here in a few.”

Over our impromptu dinner date, I’d learned even more about Pete, though he was still a bit of a mystery. Something told me I’d never understand him completely, there would always be an underlying secret. To say I wanted to figure him out would be a massive understatement. For now, I’d have to settle for the simple facts he told me that seemed laced with unsaid backstory. While I was an open book, willing to divulge anything to the man I barely knew, he kept everything behind sealed lips.

“Y’know, I don’t think Tyler likes me liking you very much,” Pete chuckled, taking a sip of his water nonchalantly. Meanwhile, I’d been so shocked by his words I was convinced I’d heard him wrong. I mean, he was an upfront guy, hardly ever watering down his thoughts at all, unafraid of their aftermath, but I hadn’t expected it one bit.

“Liking me?” I repeated. A very tiny part of me, a part I wished was much bigger, hoped I’d misinterpreted, that he didn’t mean anything by it; Tyler was certainly right, I didn’t need to be caught up in someone like Pete. The defiant part of me wanted the opposite, though. Tyler didn’t need to make decisions for me, it was up to me to deal with the consequences of my actions.

He placed his chin on his hand, the smirk never leaving his face. “I’d like to take you out some more, if you’ll let me.”

My quick agreement surely let on my feelings for him, but perhaps I was too caught up in a web of emotions to really care.

Tyler grew a little suspicious when he noticed the increased time I spent on my phone, eyes glued to the screen and fingers tapping frantically, the little smiles that made their way to my face betraying me. If I had known it was that obvious and I was that oblivious, I’d have certainly tried to keep it discreet. That was no longer an option when Tyler finally decided to confront me about my newfound inattentiveness.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” he asked suddenly, the way my head immediately snapped up not helping my case, “You’re always smiling at that phone these days.”

Really, I was just reading texts from Pete; some of them weren’t even anything to really smile at, either. I had gotten too caught up in him, each day discovering another little tidbit about him that was probably unknown to most. Any text from him had me a distracted mess, a clear sign I was in too deep.

We hadn’t even gone out again yet. Though I didn’t forget his words, I couldn’t, since they played through my mind on a loop and he had brought them up once or twice since then, they had no actuality to them. While we had seen each other, it wasn’t in the capacity that I’d wished for. The ordinary encounters at the restaurant didn’t count for much.

I placed my phone down on my lap, face down so I couldn’t succumb to him yet again. “Just…someone,” I shrugged, which wasn’t necessarily a lie.

Actually, it was. How could anyone call Pete just someone? Someones were the people you meet once and could live without ever seeing again, whose names you’d probably forget in ten minutes flat. Pete was the one who managed to leave a massive impact on me without even a proper meeting.

“You gonna tell me about this ‘someone’?”

There wasn’t much to say, yet there was tons to say. It didn’t make much sense, not even to me. I’d gotten entrapped by devilish flirtation; explaining that it was Pete would be the hard part.

“Well…” I stalled. I could’ve made something up, sure, but admitting it now before he somehow found out any other way was probably best. For once, I made the smart decision. “Don’t get mad or anything.”

He raised his eyebrow before a brief look of realization crossed his face. “It’s Pete, isn’t it?” he concluded, though he wasn’t really looking for confirmation. He’d already deducted it based upon my odd behavior. “So, what, are you guys like dating?”

Although it was completely unfit for the situation, I couldn’t help but laugh at the assumption. Tyler knew Pete better than anyone and still offered such a crazy idea. Secretly, I might’ve wished it wasn’t such a distant dream, an implausible thought.

“What? No. We just had dinner once and he mentioned something about future dates, but you and I both know that was probably just part of the act.”

The words hurt coming out, but I had to admit to myself that they were the truth.

“Wow…I must say, I’m quite shocked,” Tyler finally said.

“Why?” I laughed awkwardly, unsure of where this was headed and hoping it wasn’t bad.

He was quiet for a few moments, seemingly choosing his words wisely, before he spoke up once more. “Y/N, you really don’t know much about him, do you?” he inquired, “I can’t remember the last time Pete went on an actual date at all, let alone to dinner. He’s not into all that.”

I’d guessed dinner dates weren’t Pete’s thing, but I couldn’t tell by how effortless he acted. He didn’t seem uncomfortable or awkward, in fact if I didn’t know better, I’d think it was an actual date. Above all else, he seemed like he was enjoying himself. The laughs and smiles didn’t seem forced, the conversation didn’t have a dull moment, the atmosphere was entirely normal.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Tyler continued, “But all Pete knows is sex. Don’t think the man’s eva been committed to anyone.”

“Well, he hasn’t even tried to get me in his bed yet.”

“Huh…maybe you’re changing him.”

I desperately wanted to believe it, that I could somehow change his lifelong habits, but I couldn’t fool myself like that. All I could do was nod and mumble out a “maybe” before Tyler dropped the subject entirely, moving onto something of more importance than an unlabeled relationship that hasn’t even truly began and most likely never will. My phone went untouched for the rest of our time together, an apology for all the previous inattentiveness, but there was that persisting “What if?”

When he left, leaving me to my own thoughts and a phone loaded with texts, one stood out in particular.

From: Pete

Be ready by 7. I’ll be there to pick you up for that date we talked about.

#pete dunne imagine #pete dunne x reader #pete dunne fanfiction #pete dunne fic #pete dunne one shot #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe imagine

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