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seraphofthesimps · 3 years

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idk what's funnier the gif on that reblog or the fact that he takes me to IHOP lmfao

I think my new sleep/work schedule put me in a slandering mood. Right after I did it I started naming all the failed anniversary dinners they go on. Im taking this ask as my call out to share.

TR Men and Anniversary Fails

TW: Slander. None of them are safe. Not even my faves. Suggestive content in a few of them.

Featuring Baji, Takemichi, Pah, Peh, Sanzu, & Kokonoi

Inspired by this convo

♡ BAJI - Baji takes you to his Grandma's. You thought it was a cute gesture, even if it was out of the ordinary, because it's the kind of thing someone might do if they were going to propose. An intimate setting with just those loved ones closest to you. But no. It's because he wants his fave dish from her; it has absolutely nothing to do with you. You are a tag along in this event. It's just Baji, his Granmammy or whatever tf he calls her, and his tummy. She guilts the two of you into coming over for dinner every weekend for the next 2 months. RIP to Baji getting laid on Sundays for the time being.

♡ TAKEMICHI - He’s dressing up pretty decent, packing on the cologne, hair holding more gel than an aloe vera plant.. because tonight he’s taking you out for a Seafood dinner. The fast food kind, like Captain D’s or something. Yall ate inside too. “They have a new kind of shrimp and we can get those stuffed crab shells too!” That man really thought this was enough to earn him the right to come home and eat you out, while he’s smelling like lemon and Old Bay.

♡ PAH-CHIN - His had you fooled. He sounded so romantic and thoughtful, noticing how stressed you have been from work lately. He promises to take you out for some real relaxation, says he made you a couples massage appointment at this favorite spot. You realize your first mistake was trusting Pah knew anything about romance. The couples massage is a misleading chair massage in the mall. The ones with like 10 other people getting massages too in the same big room. The ones where you’re sitting up, stay clothed, and there’s bright lights and nosey onlookers through the big glass storefront window. Not at all the spa appointment he mislead you to dream of.

♡ PEH-YAN - Peh does the same thing, unintentionally, after zoning out while talking to Pah about his failed date. Except Peh opts for the automatic massage chairs dead in the middle of the mall. The ones you feed a $5 bill/note/whatever into for 5 minutes of vibrations against your back. The shit eating grin on his face he’s sending your way pisses you off, but not half as bad as the way he lets his jaw drop open and loudly let out a “Ahhhh, thiiiiiiiis iiiii-iissss-sssss grrr-eee-aattt, riiiiiighttt baaaa-bbbeee” to the beat of the vibrations. At least he gets you dinner afterwards. Too bad it’s a double date with Pah and his wife though. Somewhere in life he missed the memo about anniversaries usually being intimate, between two people in love. It’s basically a birthday outing to this man.

♡ SANZU - Listennnnn. That man is loyal af.. to Mikey. He loves you but he is a SLUT babe. It helps that you like to have fun with him though, never letting him get too bored in the mundane life of monogamy. This is what helps makes your relationship work so well. Keeps those slut tendencies in check. So when he says he’s finally taking you to a night on the town with him, ringing in midnight at a Strip Club like you have always wanted to do, you are beyond excited. This is a chance to bond, but make it sexy, you thought. Until Sanzu pulled up to the rundown, generic club that has a parking lot big enough for maybe 5 cars. Inside theres two stage girls, spending most of their attention on the only other patrons in the facility - 4 men older enough to be your grandparents. Your sleaze ball of a boyfriend didn't want to risk spoiling his fun at his regular classy joint, so he figured you would be too naive to realize he took you to the wrong place. Tried to make up for it To make matters worse, he only bought you bottom shelf liquor all night. And now he won’t stop joking with you about having a threesome with Tiffany from stage left as a way to strengthen your relationship.

♡ KOKONOI - Poor Kokonoi. He planned a vacation, a romantic getaway for just the two of you. He planned everything perfect, exactly how you would have dreamed of. There was just one fatal flaw... he couldn’t take time off, leaving him no choice but to suggest Mikey come too. He thought he could tempt Mikey with a little R&R of his own and just meet up with him a few times here and there to get some of their work done. Mikey though it was a great idea. So good in fact that he invited the rest of Bonten and insisted they all join in on the celebration of young love with you. Alone time between the two of you was practically none existent, and he spent so much on that trip 😓 and he had the nerve to ask for a blowie in the bathroom of your own hotel room because he didnt want to tell the Haitani’s drunk asses to go pass out in their own rooms. He got the blowie but you’re still bitter.

#i might do more of these later #i had one i thought was funny for kisaki but it might just be funny to me idk i couldn't bring myself to type it out yet 😆

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xtrash-writing-trashx420 · 3 years

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Cheeky Minx || John Shelby x OC

//Welcoming the New Recruit//

"Makenna Aoife MacTavish, A.K.A. Makenna Muldoon; Duchess of Glenbrook, Aged 23

Served at the Somme as a field nurse and,"

The man before me takes a pause and looks up at me in faux surprise, as if the information on the paper he's gawking at isn't exactly why he's come seeking me out, and then continues in an almost condescending manner;

"Hm... and soforth was awarded title as Duchess and Sole Proprietor of Glenbrook Estates and Enterprises in Boston for her acts of valor.," He pauses again to throw down the file he was reading and light himself a cigarette.

I take in every detail, knowing that this meeting can end up only one of two ways, and assess the scenario. Tilting my head slightly and leaning back into the armchair in front of his desk, I cross my legs; his eyes glance from his ministrations with the box of matches he's holding and zip down to my left thigh where one strip of honeyed milk lies perfectly exposed between my black leather garter holster and my thigh-high nylon stockings.

I see the slight glint of mirth cross his steel blue eyes as he catches my not-so-subtle warning and continues to light his cigarette. I watch as he pulls his drag, the way his fingers just barely drape the stick of tobacco between them without effort, the way his eyes study mine, the way his free hand keeps switching between his knee and the top of the desk.

'A gangster like this doesn't get nervous over one woman with a snubnose purse pistol... Who is he waiting for?'

"I'll take one, while your at it." He smirks at this, and goes to hand me the one he's smoking. It's my turn to smirk, as I nod to his pack.

"A new one, if you don't mind." He raises his eyebrow, but nevertheless, complies. As I lean forward to take the cigarette, he lights another match and lights it for me, leaning over his desk so I don't have to.

'A gentlemanly gangster, not too hard on the eyes either.,' I admit to myself, studying his sharp features and piercing eyes.

Finally, after what seems like ages of simply sitting across and analyzing eachother, he continues.

"You're titled Duchess of Glenbrook but the common people call you Miss Kenna. You have 15 bars, 2 breeders farms, a horse track and 27 plots of real estate, and that's just in London alone. Glenbrook Estates is what, a mansion? And it says here you have 3 vacation homes as well." He scoffs and throws the file down on his desk.

"Well, let's get on with it, Mr. Shelby, as you well know, I'm a busy woman.," My voice is far too suave for my liking, but the situation calls for a little theater. "I would assume you called me here for a reason, this is hardly the place for a business meeting with someone of my status."

I sound like a proper posh cunt, and it seems as if he's taking the bait as he groans out a sigh and leans back into his chair. He lifts a hand to rub his temples, and then slams his fist on his desk in a motion so fast and loud, I was almost startled.

Almost.

He seems unfazed my lack of reaction, and continues on.

"Let's not pretend like you don't know what I want. You have influence all over, spies everywhere, and a very high standing. Everyone knows who you are. Nothing happens without you knowing about it.-"

"-As if I don't already know that-" I snappily interject.

"And I want your men, and your cooperation when we take over London. You're the most untouchable woman in all of North America. If you tell someone not to fuck with us, they won't. And those that do, you have ways of making it so they never existed."

I frown, sinking into the armchair infront of his desk once more and taking a long drag of my smoke.

"I see."

For the next few minutes we simply stare at eachother while we finish off our smokes, picking, analyzing, contemplating. Finally, after he offers me the crystal ashtray to put out, I appraise him and ask one simple question.

"What do you want from me?"

~~~~~~~

It's been 2 months since my meeting with Thomas Shelby at his gambling den, and 6 days since our last correspondence.

"Pack what you can in a suitcase and my men will come to collect you on Thursday. You're not safe."

No explanation, no reasoning, just that little tidbit over the phone while gunshots rang true and the sounds of men fighting grumbled in the background before he abruptly hung up. And since Thursday had come and gone the day after the call, I had resorted to relieving all of my staff save for my most trusted.

The only ones left on premises were my gate guards, my doormen, and my butler amd personal guard Carleton, who had only worked for me for 2 years but I was rather well aquanted with. We had hit it off rather well, and I considered him more friend than staff. He was a tall, broad shouldered Jewish man with a scruffy, large beard and bright eyes that reminded me of a child's, with a contradictory scowl that would make a grizzly piss himself.

Initially after receiving the warning, I had brushed it off without care. Being hunted was nothing new to me after all, being a woman who had served in the war and in other more internal battles of politics. But this was different.

I remember after the call I had snorted in laughter, summing it up as a joke and continuing on with my day. I had been untouchable, faceless and anonymous since the war. Only the most internal government files and most skilled intelligence organizations even knew what I looked like, let alone my real name. That was what had led me to agree to take up business with Thomas in the first place. But 2 months into business with the bloke and I show up to my race track to find every single one of my employees and horses shot and beat to hell.

Since then, I had taken to locking myself in my art studio with my easels and paints to distract myself; though it did little to nothing to soothe my racing mind. For the millionth time in just that day, I wondered why I wasn't safe, I wondered if Thomas and his Blinders had been picked off by their enemies, I wondered if my name had been let slip by one of his lackies in a braw deal that ended badly. I couldn't understand how I had gone from being untouchable, to going into hiding.

The only constant in each equation was none other than Thomas Shelby, and I made a mental note to tear him a new asshole when I got the chance.

I gave a start, knocked from my thoughts as Carleton entered with my afternoon tea, and my paintbrush skewed off stroke.

"Oh, fuck." I swore crassly, looking around my desk to find the paint I had used on the background to cover my mistake; not noticing my butler's sarcastic and smug grin over my classless use of vulgarity.

"Your tea, and lunch, Miss Muldoon." He presented my tray with grandiose show of putting it on my desk and lifting the cover to reveal my tea and what looked to be ladyfingers and some sort of meat sandwich. I didn't care, I was starving and anxious, so I sat and ate, thankful for the distraction.

"Don't be so smug, Carleton, I'm going mad up here." I complained as I ate, gesturing around me. "That smug bastard Shelby is going to pay for this. I've lived so comfortably until now."

"Speaking of, madam, you received a telegram."

"Oh bother, burn it."

"It seems important, ma'am. It mentions the race track."

At this I lean back to look over at him, he's moved clear halfway across the room to speak, and he's shifting his weight and wringing his hands. I sigh, and wave him on. He reads it out slowly, and I "tsk" in disappointment.

"You haven't been practicing," I chastise him, pulling a "give it here" motion with my fingers and taking the telegraph from him as soon as he's close enough. "Have you even read any of the practice books I've given you?"

"...No, ma'am, it's more difficult when you're not helping."

I glance at him with an incredulous look.

"That's no excuse, and you know it." I say, finally taking a moment to look at and read the telegraph in my hands, but it doesn't matter, because as soon as I go to focus, a gunshot resounds from outside the estate by the gates.

With a start, I get up and run to the window, moving the curtains to get a better view. I hear Carleton move the opposite way, closing the doors behind him as he leaves.

I continue to watch out the window, trying to see whats happening, though not to much success. The large fountain in my front garden is centre view from this room and all I can see behind it is a motorcar at my gate and my gatemen pointing their rifles at it. As I walk along the windows to try to catch a better view, I just barely see an arm come out the window of the motorcar with a piece of paper clutched in their outstretched hand before my gatemen move to unlock the gate and let the car through.

That's all I need to see to know.

The Peaky Blinders are outside my house.

(SO this will be a series based off of a slightly Mary-Sue character but it just is part of the story, please don't hate me for it lol. It'll make sense as to why she's this massive standing character later on. She's still a normal ass broad with hormones and issues so its okay lmfao. But anywhoooo, this is basically just a filler character intro to explain why Kenna is around and stuff. John will be in the next chapter, don't worry 😉 also my dumbass didn't proof-read this because its 6:00am and I NEED sleep. )

#john shelby imagine #john shelby x reader #thomas shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #polly shelby #michael shelby #michael gray #peaky blinders imagine #peaky fucking blinders

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angstkillmonger · 6 years

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In the Rain (Chadwick Boseman)

Summary: Another one of Chadwick’s highschool friends is getting married and he’s getting tired of going stag all the time.

Warning/s: fluff, chadwick boseman

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Chadwick Boseman

A/N: chadwick rolling his eyes is my constant mood. also this is lowkey based off of @whotheeffisbucky’s fic Five Minutes More. read that one if you want a better, more well-written fics lmfao (taglist is open!!)

“Hell no. Not even if you paid me.”

“Oh, come on!”

You turned to Chadwick with a mocking look, only to revert your attention back to his fridge where you were desperately raiding for food. Chadwick rested his chin up against the palm of his hand that was perched on top of the marble counter of the kitchen, too tired to get up and actually make a meal for the both of you..

The wedding invitation looked like it was glaring at Chadwick beside his phone. It was made out of expensive cream paper and everything was handwritten in silver calligraphy. It made his eyes burn the longer he stared at it.

If that wasn’t enough, they added a small pop-up book containing the important things that happened during the 5 years of their relationship before they got engaged. Such unnecessary luxury made him sick to the stomach.

Chadwick wanted to go alone, again. For some reason, his highschool friends were simultaneously getting married in this particular year. It annoyed him how everybody keeps asking him why he went stag. It was as if his love life mattered more than his successes in life. He’s Black Panther, for god’s sake, but people prefer it if he has someone to bring to a goddamned wedding.

It shouldn’t make him insecure about it, but he was. And it’s killing him.

“Why do you even care if people are gonna make comments about you going stag? You’re like - you’re Black Panther, man!” you said, now turning to the cupboards. Despite your unfortunate height, you managed to grab a box of Frosted Flakes from the very back of the cupboard. You did a little victory dance that Chadwick has grown to love.

Then you shoved your hand into the box to grab a handful of the tasty treat and plummeted it into your mouth. Chadwick didn’t have the heart to tell you that one of them fell to the ground.

“Besides, you managed to survive a few weddings this year alone. Why are you asking for a date now?” you asked through a mouthful of Frosted Flakes.

Chadwick sighed, the thoughts in his mind getting a bit dark for him. “It’s stupid.”

“Everything you say is stupid to me regardless. So spill the tea, sis.” you retorted as you sat across him, shoving another handful of Frosted Flakes. Chadwick rolled his eyes at you and buried his face into his arms.

It was quiet for a whole minute and you got impatient. You lightly smacked Chadwick’s arm and he shot his head up. Chadwick sighed again when he saw your accusing look.

“Because they’ll keep asking why I don’t have a date, okay?”

You paused, pulling your head back in uncertainty.

“What?” you said in disbelief, putting down your Frosted Flakes-filled fist onto the counter. Chadwick looked ashamed that he even admitted this to you.

“Only about three people have talked to me about Black Panther. Three people. And the rest asked why I was drinking champagne alone and not slow dancing with somebody like we were at prom.” Chadwick put his hands to his face, looking and feeling absolutely stressed out about this. “It’s so stupid, but it gets on my nerves. I just want, like, if they were gonna ask me something, I want them to focus on what I’ve done, not on why I went alone to the reception.”

You pursed your lips and placed the Frosted Flakes box down onto the counter. Chadwick truly looked pissed about the same situation he’s been going through in every wedding he’s getting invited to. And you can’t just tell him to not attend the wedding, that’s just not gonna help him.

“Look, Chadwick, if they’re gonna pry on your love life, that’s completely fine. Cater to what they wanna hear. Tell them something honest or tell them something that’s filled with bullshit that they’re gonna think you’re being honest. Then find a way to steer the conversation into your accomplishments and make them realize that your level of success is not judged by your love life.”

Chadwick looked at you with glazed eyes and his mouth slightly parted in awe. You tend to give out the most honest, no-bullshit advice when he needed it. He wondered why you haven’t published a book about your amazing mindset.

“But fuck that piece of advice because I’m going with you.”

Chadwick shot his arms up in victory. “Yes!”

“On one condition,” you deadpanned.

“Anything!”

“You have to teach me how to improv because I can’t act to save myself.” You paused, chewing on the Frosted Flakes while thinking. “Actually two conditions, you have to let me get shitfaced drunk.”

Chadwick gestured to you for the Frosted Flakes box, and you handed it to him. “Don’t worry, we’re both gonna be drinking away our sorrows together at the open bar.” he jokingly reassured you as he shoved his hand into the box and ate a handful for himself.

Chadwick pulled up at the reception, looking up at the building. He feels like he has been in here before, like about 4 weddings ago. His train of thought was broken when you opened the passenger seat to get out of his car. He followed suit, walking to your side of the car.

“So,” you began, looking up at Chadwick. Chadwick looked back at you, and for some reason his stomach did a flip. You were dressed in a nude dress to match the cream motif of the wedding. You even made an effort with your hair to make it all look neat. You looked beautiful.

Chadwick realized he was staring at you for a long time, being quiet for almost a minute probably. Then he suddenly snorted, which made you snort back. You both laughed in the parking lot like idiots before Chadwick composed himself. You were still laughing, resting your head against Chadwick’s chest.

“Okay, uh,” he giggled, but he cleared his throat and pulled a serious face. “We - we’re gonna get in there and fool everybody with our love story.” he said and you nodded in agreement. You took one last look at each other and burst into giggles again before getting into the function hall.

The reception looked as extravagant as the invitation card. The humongous crystal chandelier in the middle of the room looked like it was never touched by a single speck of dust. The motif of the wedding, which was cream and silver, was exaggerated in every corner of the room. Nothing was left overlooked for this reception, from the decorations to the name settings.

“Ugh, this place reeks of luxury. I need a drink.” you grumbled and looped your arm around Chadwick’s. Chadwick obediently followed you to the open bar, the bartender nodding to your request of two flutes of champagne. You looked around to observe the reception further, and Chadwick’s heart did a somersault when he stared at you.

What is up with his chest beating so hard today?

You turned to grab the flute from the bar, sipping it to test the waters. Chadwick had to mentally restrain himself to keep himself from staring at you too much.

“This place is too big to house a small wedding. There were barely enough people in the pews back in the church.” you said. You looked at something - or someone - behind Chadwick and your smile suddenly grew wider.

“Hold on, I gotta say hi to a friend.” you told him, hopping off the bar stool and pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

Though he gave you a look before you left, he didn’t complain about it. He had to remind himself that you were acting to be his girlfriend, for his sake. He tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he sipped on the champagne you ordered for the both of you.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Chadwick Boseman,” an all-too familiar voice called out to Chadwick from behind him and he almost let out an exasperated groan.

Without even having to turn around, he already knew it was the bride’s cousin, Devon. Devon was one of those kids back in highschool who had a smart mouth and liked to pick fights with teachers. He especially liked to pick fights with people who don’t want anything to do with him.

Forcing a grin as Devon sat on your seat, he accepted the high-five he offered and hugged him, wanting to gag at the smell of the expensive perfume he was wearing on his suit.

“Ah, man. I was expecting you to come alone, but Marie said you ticked plus one on the invite. Didn’t see you walk in with somebody, though.” he said, smirking. Chadwick fixed his blazer and cleared his throat. He wished you’d be back from talking with your friend.

“I’m not alone.” he said, taking a big gulp of the champagne. Devon gave him a sympathetic look. He was basically telling Chadwick that he didn’t believe him.

“Look, man, if you wanna bluff -”

“Hey, Chadwick.”

Chadwick felt his heart jump when he felt your hand against his. Your lips softly brushed against his cheek as you intertwined your hands together. Chadwick wished, in the back of his mind, that you weren’t acting. The improv skills felt so real he almost got fooled - otherwise he would’ve thought so much about the action.

He smiled back and placed a kiss against your forehead. “Hey, baby.” he cooed and glanced back to Devon, who was now sporting a vaguely surprised look on his face.

When your attention diverted to Devon, your personality completely changed, just like you practiced back at home. You smiled wide at Devon and stretched out your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Chadwick’s girlfriend.” you introduced yourself with charm as you and Devon shook hands.

Devon was at a loss for words, and rightfully so. You were gorgeous and the world’s most iconic makeup artist; who wouldn’t feel extremely lucky to have you? Chadwick then reminded himself that you weren’t his actual girlfriend.

“You’re, like, on every cover of every beauty magazine I’ve seen.” Devon said, his eyes travelling on every inch of your skin, making Chadwick feel a little protective. You chuckled, humbled by Devon’s compliment and ignoring his predator and obviously disgusting gaze on you. “You’re exaggerating. I’m just a simple makeup artist.”

“An iconic one at that, darling.” Chadwick complimented you, and he was surprised by how genuine it sounded coming out of his mouth. He draped his arm around you like it was a natural thing he did with you. You laughed, and it sounded like the most beautiful sound Chadwick has ever heard. Like a song he’ll never get tired of hearing.

Devon was stunned for a moment. Then he turned to Chadwick, “You never mentioned her before.”

“Well, he was nervous. I mean, his presence could already stir something a tiny bit chaotic, and he also mentioned that the bride is a fan of mine. My presence here shouldn’t affect this special day. He even told me not to come, but I know how lonely he would feel watching the newlyweds. He gets real clingy.”

That was fast, Chadwick thought. Your improv classes with him paid off. You smiled up at him when he glared at you for saying that he gets clingy.

Devon is looking at the both of you with amusement. “You two should get married.” he said, and Chadwick almost choked on his champagne.

“We -”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.” you cut him off, holding his hand that was around your shoulder, subtly hiding his ring finger. You winked at Devon.

Almost immediately, Devon understood what you meant and gave you both a knowing look. He then said goodbye to Chadwick before standing up and disappearing to probably look for someone else to annoy. Chadwick felt himself visibly relax.

“Who was that?” you asked, gratefully taking back your seat. “Devon. He’s the bride’s cousin. He liked to bully me back in highschool because he knows I can’t compete with his supposed intellect.” Chadwick rolled his eyes at the memory of Devon tormenting him wherever he went.

“Well, I’m glad he doesn’t argue with you now. I would’ve put in a foot long into his mouth to shut him up.”

Chadwick smirked, trying not to laugh at the inappropriate joke. You both sat in mutual silence, both having trembling smiles on your faces before eventually giving up and burst out laughing.

The night went the same as all weddings do for Chadwick; speeches that went on for too long, so much champagne, and not enough wedding cake. You and Chadwick somehow managed to snag about half a dozen of slices without getting caught by anyone. You would both run to the farthest corner of the room and ate the cake while watching the party go on without the both of you in it, your minds blurry with the magical haze of the alcohol and frosting.

You played your role as his makeup artist girlfriend perfectly. You were confident in your talent and job, but also humble. You spoke with your chin up and with poise, entrancing the people towards you and making them fall for you without them even knowing.

And because of you, everybody began asking about his accomplishments: what he did in Black Panther, how the production was, what it meant to him. Everybody seemed to be satisfied now that you’re in the picture that they’ve got nothing else to comment on but his fame.

The whole night his arm was around your waist, your body close to him. He wished that you both went as a couple, not as an actor and his makeup artist making everybody jealous with their successes and fame. But it just doesn’t work that way. Fate has another lane Chadwick has to walk on, and it has one for you, too.

Time was slowly ticking towards early morning. Chadwick stood by the door frame of the girl’s bathroom slowly eating cake as you took your time fixing your makeup. Your hair was slowly coming apart, your dress a little crooked, and your heels were beside Chadwick’s feet.

As Chadwick shoved a spoonful of cake into his mouth, you emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh but still half-drunk from the champagne and wine. “I’m gonna regret coming here.” you muttered, struggling to get your feet into your heels. Chadwick motioned his plate of cake to you and you gladly took it out of his hands, immediately wolfing it down.

The ballroom was filled with people, the band that they hired playing some happy, upbeat song. The newlywed couple was nowhere to be found, but it didn’t matter. Chadwick turned to you with his hands into his pocket, watching you eat up the cake like it was your source of life.

“Where did the bride get this cake? It’s fucking delicious.” you moaned through a mouthful of frosting. Chadwick reached up his hand to your cheek and wiped away a speck of icing. “I’ll make sure to ask her where she got it.” he joked and you put up a thumbs-up at him, making him laugh.

The band switched to another song. It sounded suspiciously like a breakup song but it made Chadwick want to dance along to it.

He turned to you, a grin on his face. “Let’s dance?” Chadwick asked.

You turned to him with a confused look. “To a breakup song?” you asked, and he nodded. You giggled, but continued to eat away your cake. Chadwick grabbed the spoon and plate from your hands, earning a whine from you.

“Come on, the band’s still playing.” He grabbed your hand and you had no choice but to let him drag you into the middle of the ballroom.

The band was near the chorus of the song, so Chadwick put you to position. His hands are on your waist, and your hands were on his shoulders. “I gotta have to tell you; I’m in heels and I’m partially drunk, so don’t expect me to pull a Mambo No. 5 on you.” you warned him, and Chadwick laughed and nodded.

You swayed along to the slow song, unable to stop yourself from laughing to the lyrics of the song. “Oh, my god. This is such a depressing song to slow dance to.” you whispered to Chadwick. He dipped his head to hide his embarrassed grin. “Just ignore the lyrics and just dance.” he told you.

Your arms moved to wrap themselves around his neck, your eyes fixated on his. Your eyes flashed a strange image into Chadwick’s mind; you in a white dress, a long white veil behind you as you both slowly swayed along to your wedding song, your whispers echoing into his ears like the wind making a promise.

Chadwick lost himself for a moment. He had to blink multiple times to compose himself.

You smiled up at him and Chadwick felt his heart swell up and warmth travel to his cheeks. You were really beautiful, he thought, and not just because the media perceived you to be. The slow disco lights illuminated your face, your body. It illuminated you.

Chadwick was breathless.

“What do you have in your mind?” you asked him, voice barely below a whisper, afraid something might happen if you raised your voice. But he still heard you, your tone soothing him.

“About how everyone got fooled by us.” he replied, in the same tone as you.

You grinned, rolling your eyes. “You know how annoyed you would be when you get home from this party if I didn’t agree to be your fake girlfriend. And I don’t want you coming home annoyed.”

Chadwick chuckled, ducking his head back in embarrassment. He didn’t know why he was embarrassed. He suddenly felt so intimidated by you. You looked so beautiful and he felt so unworthy of dancing with someone like you. His heart was melting and pounding at the same. He doesn’t understand the emotion he’s feeling in his mind. He feels hazy.

“You know,” he started, breathing in and out. “If we weren’t acting, I would’ve done all these things with you.”

You looked up at him, your eyes glazed. “We were just acting.”

“You saved me from feeling horrible about myself from another wedding.” he gently said, “All the comments about me going alone was gone, and they finally payed attention to what I cared most about.

“So thank you, and I mean all the words I’ve told everyone about you. I mean every single one of them.”

You were the first one to jump into the kiss, and Chadwick was quick to kiss you back. He tightly closed his eyes, feeling fireworks go off behind his eyes. He cupped your face and pulled you closer to him, wanting more of your lips, wanting more of you.

But you had to pull away, panting but you licked your lips to taste the remnants of his. Chadwick let out a shuddering breath.

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered.

��I - I don’t know what to say.” you stuttered. Chadwick bit his lip, then grabbed your hand, running towards the exit of the function hall. “Chadwick!” you yelped, but you were laughing. God, Chadwick wanted to hear more of that laugh.

“Chadwick, slow down! I can’t run in these heels -” Chadwick interrupted you by swooping his arm under your legs and carrying you bridal style. You let out a screech as he frantically ran out of the building.

When Chadwick pushed the glass door open, you were both immediately drenched. You gasped in horror; it was raining. “Chadwick!” you screeched.

But Chadwick had the hugest shit-eating grin on his face when he looked at you.

“Chadwick, it’s raining - get back inside!” you demanded, thrashing in his arms. He wouldn’t budge and twirled you both around, laughing boisterously while looking up at the rain. “Chadwick!” you demanded again, but he wasn’t listening to you. He looked so happy.

He finally let you down, but his arms remained around your waist, locking you into place. You were about scream out his name when he suddenly pulled you into a deep kiss, instantly melting you into his arms.

And there you both stayed in the rain, drenched but pathetically in love. Chadwick wouldn’t want to be in other place than to be with you.

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dovechim · 6 years

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After a hectic week I can finally sit down and dedicate the next hour or so to continue my story because I really want to get to the part which I'd like to hear your opinion - and everyone else's - about!! ☆ Long Story Anon

So we kept messaging for the following days, both busy with our respective classes; but before I knew it and I can't say I was surprised, he invited me to do something again less than a week later. We're from a considerably small city, there isn't much to do around here, so we had a hard time coming up with an idea. Well, he suggested to pick me up and we'd go back to his house to eat something, to which I agreed. I was with my friend and we were both jumping around from excitement ☆ 1

Needless to say my friends all loved him; they were happy that after such a long time and with such bad luck in love I finally found what seemed to be the last guy on earth who was worth more than two seconds of my life. I knew going to his house implied something more serious than making out could happen, but honestly I didn't mind if it did. In context, he lived with his little brother and parents; where we're from it's common at our age to still live at home since we've not graduated yet ☆2

But he'd mentioned during the first date that his parents were away for an anniversary holiday and his little brother was staying with the oldest one who lived in his own apartment with his fiance; meaning we had the house for ourselves. As planned he picked me up and took me there, had some food delivered and we watched terrible horror films on netflix. He'd cheesily try to put his arm around me on the couch and I'd move closer, ending up snuggled together with my heart about to burst ☆ 3

At one point both brothers and the fiance show up with some food, for some reason and that's when I knew half his family on the second date lol. But they moved upstairs quite quickly after eating and left us alone to watch the movies. Eventually he'd kiss my cheek, not-so-subtly letting me know he wanted to KISS-kiss me, but me being the nervous little shit I am didn't really know what to do. It'd been two whole years since I even attempted to make out with someone!! ☆ 4

So he had to move even closer and he said, which I'll never forget: "you're so shy", which I wasn't surprised about, it's not common for a 22 year old to be that reserved, I guess, but with a little bit of patience that single moment turned into the best first kiss I've ever had. I was so scared he'd be a terrible kisser, like I'd experienced before bc that's just a deal breaker for me and everything else about him was so perfect; but boy...was I wrong. We ended up making out for so long that ☆5

Our lips hurt, and he didn't even try to go too far, already noticing that I wasn't the kind of girl to tear off our clothes and start fucking (not that I didn't wish I were lol), so he just held me tight and took me home eventually. God, the memory of his kisses will never leave my mind. To this day I still get butterflies because it was the kind of kiss that makes you feel like your bodies fit together and makes your toes curl :') ☆ 6

im so soft for you and him already :”)))) it’s so sweet that he wasn't afraid of scaring you off and still went for it!! a lot of guys i know are hesitant about dating an inexperienced girl bc they’re scared they will scare her off, and once my friend asked me how he should chase after a girl who has never dated. i literally got so pissed lmao i just said “just fucking treat her like a fucking normal person!!! what are you intending to do that might scare her off???”

We had a third date after that, about a week later. We went out to eat and it was the day he started posting instagram stories with me and tbh I was surprised. In our generation it takes more than just a couple of dates for a guy to 'announce' he's not 'single' anymore. You know, like if he had intention of seeing other girls at the same time he wouldn't be parading me around for everyone to see, which only fed my hopes of him being 'the one' even more ☆ 7

omg yes :/ the dating culture is so complicated lmao like ppl can be going out with different people at the same time and there’s a certain time after which you’re considered exclusive... it’s so tiring tbh

Another week passed and out of the blue he was asking me to meet his parents. He was very lowkey about it; he said he missed me, mentioning they'd returned from NY and asking if we could meet again that night, but "my parents would be there too, is that a problem?" lol. So I said no, obviously, even though I was shitting my pants, I'd never met a boy's parents in that context before but he seemed excited. He picked me up and we drove back to his place where they were waiting for me ☆ 8

I decided I didn't want to read too much into it back then, but still couldn't help but notice that the older borther+fiance had dropped plans to go to dinner with us so 'the whole family would be there to meet me'. Did that mean him bringing a girl home wasn't that common? Was I actually that special? As if I didn't notice myself falling fast and hard for me enough, his whole family welcomed me with huge open arms. His little brother, extroverted as they come at the age of 10 did everything ☆9

To include me in the conversations; the older brother would tell embarrassing stories. The parents, both doctors, both dating since college and pretty much the whole family (fiancee included) were some of the most welcoming people I'd ever met. They treated me like a family member from the very beginning and noticing how nervous I was they would try to make the dinner as easy going as they could. The guy in question, let's call him Jed? Would hold my hand under the table to calm me down ☆ 10

Or rub soothing circles over my the fabric of my jeans to distract me when a family member would embarrass him. I fell in love with his family as fast as I fell in love with him and I just couldn't believe I'd found someone so perfect. We'd make out until our lips were sore and he'd drop me off at home always leaving me with a feeling of sadness that I had to say goodbye. He made me so happy that I started to go out more, meeting my friends I was just in such a good mood because of him ☆ 11

no you must have been so nervous!!!!! i mean i get that he was low key but still... parents are a big deal. i hope his intentions were rly pure and that he was that into you!! but im glad they were nice :”)

I'd even dare to say he made me a better person in ways only I can understand. He'd text me what he was doing or who he was with every day, all the time, even if I didn't ask -which I never did. Sure, he wasn't perfect; sometimes he'd forget we had plans. I have a feeling he lied to me a couple of times but about nothing really major; sometimes he'd be in a bad mood and be sarcastic and annoying af but honestly nothing too bad. All in all I had absolutely nothing to complain about him☆ 12

It wasn't until around a month and a half into the 'relationship' that we went out for drinks and then back to his place that he tried to have sex with me (he'd waited to bring it up more than any other guy I'd ever met lol). I didn't directly tell him I was a virgin, he kinda guessed, and he was more than okay with it, even saying 'I'll wait as long as you want to'; and damn I didn't really want to wait that long, it was just that the time was never right! ☆ 13

At this point we'd both had dinner with his parents several times already. They told me in that household they'd set the habit of having dinner together every night, and were more than happy to let me into their little tradition. At more casual nights we'd sit down and watch some film on netflix, the parents and little brother always moving upstairs at the end and leaving us both alone to make out some more lol. I was even invited to his dad's birthday dinner at a fancy ass restaurant ☆ 14

this is so cute 😭 im just very ugh whenever a guy kinda hints at sex bc dude u gotta make me WANT it not just ask for it :/ but it sounds like he was super respectful!! and tbh im just very bad with other ppl’s parents, but his sounds rly perfect 😭 do such ppl even exist??? i cant even remember the last time i ate w my family :/

So by the third month I already felt part of that family tbh. I'd cooked alongside the mother like lifelong friends, and sat down for coffee after dinner to talk about how fast technology is moving with his dad. His little brother would tell jokes or ask me to teach him some guitar and I think they began to love me as much and as fast as I loved them, honestly. I was even invited to the dog's birthday part lmfao I was just unable to attend but was kindly provided with video memories ☆ 15

Everything was going so perfect, I think we could've lasted so much longer but maybe just the timing wasn't right. I still remember him dearly though, but back then I had my heart broken so bad that I simply wish I'd never met him. What hurt the most was growing so attached to his family and then out of the blue, and without a single chance to say goodbye I never saw any of them again. I should've known life isn't a movie or a book and nothing that starts so well can end just as happily ☆ 16

WHY ARE YOU USING PAST TENSE?????????? NO!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO SHAKEN RIGHT NOW bc this feels like that part in a book where the author’s just leading u towards that horribly devastating ending and that’s exactly what ur doing 😭

The last night I went to his house - btw we never visited MY house because MY family as much as I love them to death aren't as welcoming as his was with me, so until I knew FOR SURE this guy and I were serious, I decided to suggest activities that required not being at my place lol - the whole evening started weirdly. He'd been taking longer than usual to text me, and it was getting too late so I though we just weren't doing anything but he insisted he wanted to see me ☆ 17

And fuck, I wanted to see him to, once or twice a week just wasn't enough anymore and I missed his touch so badly. So I agreed for him to pick me up, even though he kind of strung me along for a few hours. By the time he picked me up I hadn't eaten, not knowing wth we were going to do but he said he'd had dinner before picking me up. Why would he though? He knew we had plans, which usually involved dinner, why not wait for me for eating? Either way, I'd missed him, I wasn't about to fight ☆ 18

We reached his place and his mom was already going upstairs for sleeping along with the little brother; the father was performing a surgery so we were alone at the living room together. He was a little tense and I didn't understand why, he said he was tired because he'd had class up until late and I asked if he just wanted me to leave but he asked me not to; he wanted to see me, he wanted me to stay. We cuddled on the couch and I had to wake him back up several times, growing annoyed ☆ 19

And when the dad got home he quickly got up and pretended to do something in the kitchen. The man had to eat and we had to wait for him to leave to sit back together, the whole situation was awkward af. I was wondering if I should just call a cab and leave, but he insisted not to. At around 2am (it was a friday) while making out he asked if I wanted to go up to his room, to which I said yes. He knew what that meant, so he was excited about it, going upstairs to check if his room was clear ☆ 20

Damn, I hit ask limit again :'( I'll have to leave it here right now but I swear I'll get to the point eventually lol I'm sorry!! also thank you for giving me your patience and space to tell this story, I feel like this way I can tell it without filters about what really happened or how I felt and actually receive honest unbiased opinions

omg i literally cannot believe u ended right there??????? i hate tumblr’s ask limit. im on the edge of my seat right now!!! thank you for taking the time to send me these, im so invested in ur story now its insane!!

come back whenever you have time bb

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cmputergrl · 7 years

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this is my ex boyfriend, Ben. Although it was long distance and we never met, I was head over fucking heels for this dude.

I met him online when I was 14, started dating him at 16 and we were off and on until a couple months ago.

He was my best friend, we talked all day, every day, we watched movies together, played video games together and knew everything about each other. We skyped whenever we could and we fell asleep on call every night.

Everything was fine until 2015.

He was really close to his grandmother who had cancer, and he just started to change when he found out it was terminal, I guess.

I was there for him, and I tried to do anything I could to make him happy, but he took it to his advantage and tried to control me as much as he could.

He made me give him my passwords to my social media, and went through everything. He got pissed because he found out that I had a thing with a guy from a band before we were dating, so I was “forbidden” from going to concerts.

He found the messages between Drew and I from like a year before, where he had said he’d “rape me in a good way.” Although at the time it was sent I thought it was shitty of him to say that, I wasn’t about to report him for it a year later lmao.

Ben didn’t care, he threatened to break up with me and call the school himself if I didn’t report Drew, even though I explained to him that I didn’t want to ruin my friend group and so much time has already passed since then that nothing would really be done anyway.

I was right about what would happen, I had literally no friends, and everyone knew that I reported Drew by the next day, and people even spread around the school that I reported him for /actually/ raping me. People would make comments to me in the hallway and people still try to hold it against me even though it wasn’t even what I wanted to do.

I wasn’t allowed to go to a friends’ house without Ben starting an argument with me, which usually just caused me to deny people when they wanted to hang out with me because I didn’t want to deal with his shit. I wasn’t allowed to wear make up without him calling me a whore. I’d get bitched at for posting selfies. I wasn’t allowed to make covers of most songs. I wasn’t allowed to listen to the music I wanted. I wasn’t allowed to wear anything less than a tshirt and jeans(not ripped jeans because those were “too slutty”) during the summer, which INCLUDED going to the beach. He got pissed off that I got a summer job cleaning rental, residential homes, and businesses and said that I’ll “probably get raped” in the houses like ????

It gets fucking better lmao. He wanted me to move out of my mom’s house, and into my dad’s house(who is an alcoholic and abandoned me when I was 2 by the way, I only saw him once every two weeks for a couple hours) to get away from Inter-Lakes. He said that he couldn’t be with me if I didn’t move out, this was shortly after my parents found out I was talking to him, so I didn’t have access to the internet for the entire summer.

He told my grandmother complete fucking lies and she reported my parents to DCYF for abusing me, and since Ben was the only fucking person I had because he forced me to isolate myself from everyone else in my life, I was so fucking desperate that I went to the extent of going along with it, telling my mom I hated her and going to court to get emancipated.

I lost an extreme amount of weight during the summer due to being depressed. I was 93 pounds by the time school came around and I wasn’t sleeping at all because I was awake crying every night; and if I did fall asleep, I always woke up a couple hours later and start crying again. I had absolutely no distractions because I had everything taken away from me, all I was doing was working from 6am to 4pm and coming home to be yelled at by my parents because of the lies that Ben was telling everyone.

The only reason I was happy when school started was because I had my chromebook and could talk to Ben. I ate my lunch in the hallway, and would text him throughout the day. My grades went down because I never paid attention in class, and he tries to say that my grades were so much better while I was with him, but he’d get pissed off if I didn’t reply during school while he would overthink and upset himself. I almost failed algebra and actually failed chemistry last year and had to take it again online last summer because of him lmao.

Yeah, I’ll admit, I used to get upset over what happened and sometimes got nostalgic about the nights where we’d play Mariokart or watch a movie or something, but the bad always outweighed the good, but the shit I post is never even about him, it’s all just lyrics to songs that I like, for example where he mentioned my post that said “I died for you one time but never again” is from a fucking Brand New song lmfao😂 I can’t believe he’s that fucking narcissistic to think that everything I post is automatically about him honestly, I’m already talking to other guys and planning on going to shows with them and I never realized how much I was missing out on, and they didn’t use them wanting to kill themselves as a conversation starter 😮

This guy was the first person that I imagined my future with, the first person I said “I love you” to and actually meant it. The first person I was determined to get married to and have children with, but nope, I didn’t sacrifice anything for him. I was never enough. I “don’t have a life” but he doesn’t even have a license, a car, isn’t going to college, lives in his bedroom at his parents house sitting on his fat fucking ass playing video games all day and can only meet people online because he’s a pathetic piece of shit. If you’re a young girl reading this, please don’t waste years of your fucking life on a guy that treats you like shit but then tries to make it up to you by telling you sweet nothings. Don’t fall for someone like this. Don’t put up with someone that restricts you and belittles you for everything you like to do.

#oopsie fucking daisies

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attina-the-responsible · 6 years

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1, 4, 8, 14, 21, 24, 28, 42, 45, 50 - All, or whoever speaks to you for each one

jesus fucking christ.

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Belle: Belle Marie Beauton – belle bc it means “beauty” and also, tech, her mom’s name was charisse which means “grace” and she was like into a #theme. marie bc it sounded nice, is also probably maurice’s mom.

Simba: Onyango Simba Lyons – onyango bc it means “born in the morning” and simba because it means “lion/warrior”.

Toulouse: Toulouse Henri Bonfamille – why did ber get hector’s name as his middle name and not lou? /waves hand lou was named after the artiste of course! tres bien.

Bambi: Bambino Daryl Basurto – bambino is basically like “my little one”, it’s an affectionate italian term tho it’s also used in other parts of europe. daryl means “deer” sooo his full name lowkey translates to “little deer of the forest”

Perdita: Perdita Mariel Faye – all of perdy and her sibs are named after shakespeare characters bc her mom is #obsessed. edmund, perdita, rosaline, and ophelia. perdy was named after her mother’s first role on broadway. mariel is jewish – it is a variant of mary, which means “wished-for child/bitter” soo

Sweet: Joshua Strongbear Sweet – named joshua because his parents liked it. his middle name used to be quietcub, but after he came back from his spirit quest it became strongbear after the animal that guided him. (also look i looked up if spirit quests were still a thing in the tribe sweet comes from and they ARE so don’t @ me pls)

Maui: Maru Akalana – he doesn’t have a middle name. maru means “correct” apparently, but in the original myths of maui maru is one of the names of maui’s brothers. (or it is his name when he is human before he gets abandoned i foRGet it’s been a hot minute)

Hercules: Hercules Odysseus Persaud – herc doesn’t know where his first name came from, only that his birth mother gave it to him. he was named after two greek heroes, ofc cuz his mom is a big nerd.

Attina: Attina Morgan Triton – attina is a derivative of athena and morgan means “sea chief” or “sea defender” and since she would be in line for the “crown” so to speak, it made sense.

Akela: Akela of the Seeonee Wolf Pack – seeonee is the name taken from the area where the pack sort of officially “formed” and akela means LONELY LMFAO i just looked it up that’s hilarious.

Peach: Peach Blossom Clearwater – literally constructed her name. she just liked the idea of peach blossom–and she made her fake mom have a flower name too. and clearwater she straight up stole from harry potter.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

Belle: well, belle never really knew her mother and her relationship with her father is estranged.

Simba: big ole momma’s boy. he loves his mom, though their relationship is a little tense these days. loved his dad a lot, his Biggest Hero, but his dad also put a lot of pressure on him and basically brainwashed him oops.

Toulouse: loves his mummy, tho he has a deep seated resentment towards her that is just now coming to light, but general he is like #mustprotect. had an extremely contentious relationship with his father as a child, the best thing for their relationship was not living together lol. lou can tolerate his father for short periods of time and even gets along w him 90% of the time, but he has a deep seated resentment towards him too lmao

Bambi: ughhhhhhhh he loved his mommmmm his mom was his best friend they did everything together. they were never apart. esp bc he was homeschooled a good bit and he was sick. she doted on him and i cry. he is still getting to know his dad but he loves him.

Perdita: really contentious relationship w mom. she was verbally abusive and neglectful, held perdy to a hire standard than her sisters. when perdy rebels abigail just like cuts her off, punishes her in the worst ways. made comments about her weight/clothing/etc. total daddy’s girl tho, she loves her daddy.

Sweet: momma’s boy. he tends to shut her out a lot tho bc he knows things in his life would hurt her and he wants to protect her from that. didn’t really know his father but he treasures the memories he did have.

Maui: dad was verbally/physically abusive. real Macho Man–which obviously made him kind of a dick. but maui’s mom is the sweetest ugh i love kai.

Hercules: loved both his parents BUNCHES AND BUNCHES but then he found out that they lied to him for 22 years and he is still reeling from the betrayal.

Attina: athena was her best friend. she told her mom everything and wanted to be just like her when she grew up! was obviously devastated when athena died. loves her daddy, but does think he needs to chill out some.

Akela: hates them.

Peach: never knew them and never will (spoiler alert: they’re dead.)

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Belle: Philippe! fun fact: had another horse named Royale when she was a child, but her father sold him for cash before he left. now she has: vincent the cat, philippe, and shuck! she isn’t a huge animal fan, but she likes them well enough. doesn’t go out of her way.

Simba: his mum had a persian named guinevere growing up. she was a bitch. simba and her did not get along. esp cuz simba was a handsy child lol. he begged and begged for a dog for his entire childhood, but never had one. has two beautiful goldens now–bowie and simone– and they are his literal children. loves all animals–except cats, snakes, and spiders, those are the devil’s creatures.

Toulouse: never had a pet growing up. marie has dauphine now and he’s kinda helping coparent simone. tbh should get a dog. lou ADORES animals.

Bambi: lol

Sweet: never had pets, doesn’t have time, likes them well enough

Perdita: didn’t have any pets growing up. doesn’t really like animals they’re dirty. viola has made her change her mind somewhat.

Maui: no, no, yes.

Hercules: his mom has a cat named baset after the goddess. herc loves animals, horses esp

Akela: lol

Attina: likes animals in the abstract sense? loves sea creatures. never had a pet as a kid. has a long list of stipulations for pet as an adult.

Peach: has never had a pet. will buy a cat probably. the cat will run away bc she’s irresponsible. she will be devastated. she loves animals, except ugly ones.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Belle: all the food she ate in bournemouth was?? so good??

Simba: ugaliiiii, it always makes him think of kenya

Toulouse: frozen grapes are his fave, he is a picky eater lowkey

Bambi: food is the bane of his existence cuz he’s allergic to EVERYTHING

Sweet: not particularly

Perdita: misses the russian tea room in NYC it was her fave brunch spot

Maui: misses the fresh fruit in hawai’i

Hercules: one of his fave thigns to do at the places he lives is eat at the local restaurants.

Akela: eh not really

Attina: also not particularly

Peach: eh

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Belle: yes but it is VERY hard to trigger it. and she like??? throws things or hits u if she is really mad. she’s not gonna like punch you in the face but she’ll shove or pinch. if she yells it’s all like teary and voice cracking and pathetic.

Simba: yes–and it’s easily triggered haha. when he’s angry he gets loud. can throw something down if he is holding it (like a dish in the sink or something) but he isn’t really physical w his anger–he’s v conscious of that fact that he is like a big bloke and that could be rly scary and his anger is scary enough. but if u really piss him off his anger can be p cold.

Toulouse: cold and scathing. lou is a master of converting his anger into like the smallest space possible, which is why he’s so good at just delivering cold, cutting lines designed to just destroy you. his father had like Big Loud anger and lou refuses to be like that.

Bambi: doesn’t really have a temper, like–at all

Perdita: screaming/yelling/throwing/hitting–throws a tantrum when she is really pissed off.

Sweet: he has a temper but it is rarely seen. he will get Loud and Angry though. but it never lasts long. he gets more annoyed than angry.

Maui: literally like?? never gets angry–too chill.

Hercules: cries. lmao. if he is angry he just cries and like “why would u do that” sniff sniff puppy eyes

Akela: cold and level-headed anger

Peach: rarely gets angry–and if she does she’ll smile to your face and then fuck you up behind your back.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

(i love sleeping questions why?)

Belle: rn it’s shit, she barely catches a few hours. when she was sleeping reguarly she gets a good 6-7 hours. doesn’t have trouble falling asleep unless she’s trying to solve a problem. has a lumpy old mattress tbh. also she does snore a lil bit but like cute snores and only when she’s sleeping really deeply. also she normally wears like ratty tees and silky or sofie pajama shorts – in the winter like sweaters and fleece pants bc she gets cold, tho not as much of a problem now lol

Simba: sleeps in the nude. can fall asleep in .5 seconds. wakes up intermittently from nightmares–usually exacerbated by stress. wakes up at sunrise naturally almost every morning. gets like 4-5 hours usually and cat naps. idk his mattress is prolly middle ground wow do u think simber argued about their mattress bc i bet ber is a wimpy soft-mattress boi

Toulouse: has a really hard time getting to sleep and staying asleep. a ridiculously light sleeper. wakes up several times in the night. has night terrors. sleeps in, but not that long most mornings. sometimes goes days without sleep if he’s having a manic episode. soft plush mattress w lots of pillows and blankets. wears silky fancy pajamas to bed bc he’s fancy (it’s my hc that he has like adorable pjs that he wears on the lowkey with like fish patterns or something ridiculous little duckies.)

Bambi: can sleep anywhere, would sleep 20+ hours a day if allowed. growing teenage boy. snores (allergies man), will sleep on any mattress. is used to an uncomf one bc his mom couldn’t rly afford a good one.

Perdita: before the babies perdy didn’t have trouble sleeping. would totally sleep in on the weekends and such. her mom would yell at her if she slept too long. now she takes naps throughout the day to survive. hard mattress, tbh. wears fancy pjs

Sweet: sleeps in boxers/t-shirt most of the time. sleeps wherever, whenever, what is a good night’s sleep? he doesn’t know.

Maui: will sleep anywhere. in any position. in any level of undress. sleeps in briefs usually.

Akela: sleeps in the nude tbh he like barely wears clothes anyway. can sleep a decent amount of time but never for more than like 7 hours.

Peach: a princess. she actually has a lot of trouble getting to sleep but sleeps hard once she is. wears cute pjs. likes a soft mattress. lots of pillows, only one sheet thou.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

Belle: being inadequate/being overbearing/annoying/stupid/worthless – she doesn’t get genuinely frightened that much tbh but she’s like a gasp-clutch-at-the-chest overdramatic kind of scared lol she fights through it tho

Simba: not being Good enough, in the sense of like…a good person. he also lowkey doesn’t like the dark. and he gets angry when he’s scared he confronts fear face on.

Toulouse: being pointless/irrelevant–also does not like the dark lowkey prolly sleeps w a night light lmao – he internalizes his fear, but will freeze up when confronted w something scary.

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