#tia x veronica

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 Euphoria, 3/10 (Greentia) - Juno

Summary: Veronica enlists the help of a songwriter and some new friends to help make her project a reality.

A/N: Part 3 of Eurovision au, and we’re getting nearer!! Big thanks to everyone who has let me annoy them about this fic, and there is more content on my blog!!

When Veronica woke up the Monday after Pride, her alarm on August Bank Holiday sounding illegal, she found herself with a creeping headache and dry throat, in a bed that wasn’t her own, but one she knew all too well all the same.

Light green bedsheets twisted around her body, the colour clashing with the pinks and oranges of the lesbian pride flag which hung at a jarring angle on the wall opposite the bed, beside the bookcase Joe had painted black, holding a few battered books, some records, and a fluffy monkey in a hat, grinning at her over its cymbals. 

Veronica rolled onto her back, but Joe wasn’t there. 

She put one arm over her face with a groan. We’re definitely gonna have to talk about this at some point.

Even though Joe was in the flat, making a cup of tea, he said nothing to her, and Veronica had no time to think about this yet again. Her mind buzzed with a single thought: that one of Tia’s songwriters had offered Veronica a space at their studio to record this song today, and she hadn’t even showered yet. 

Her previous music had been recorded at home with their phones, but now that she’d been signed, her label had given her a budget to hire a studio. And Tia had lit up when Veronica had told them.

“My friend Baby - that’s what they’re known as, just Baby,” Tia had waved their hands excitedly as they’d told her last week, “they own a recording studio and they said they really want to meet you, want to talk about working with you, if you’re up for it? They’re an amazing songwriter.”

And now, thanks to getting distracted by Joe last night, I’m gonna be late. Kill me now.

Time was money, and she was already wasting it being late, especially as she was paying by the hour to be there. Somehow she got to the studio only ten minutes late, sprinting the last two hundred metres from the Tube station, arriving out of breath and full of nerves.

But when she got in, Baby was an excited whirlwind, adorned with box braids and the kindest smile Veronica had seen. They grasped Veronica’s hand in both of theirs and bounced on their heels. “It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!”

“What!” Veronica laughed at their response, her face heating up. “What has Tia told you?”

“Only the truth, babe.” Veronica span at their familiar voice, and her heart thumped at the sight of Tia, leaning their shoulder against the wall and sipping from a cup of coffee. They stood upright and opened their arms, and she gave them a brief hug.

“Told you they’d like you!” They whispered before she broke away.

Baby grabbed her arm, spinning her back round to them. “It’s so nice to meet you, come through -“

The recording studio was not what Veronica had imagined. Instead of being a plain, dingy place, Baby’s had a sixties feel to it, from the patterns on the walls, the decor, leather chairs and the mixing deck. The piano was in the corner, and there were guitars there already too, sitting on their stands next to their amps.

Tia immediately went to one of the chairs and sat down, spinning themself and running their hands along the deck.

“I love recording studios,” Tia sighed, “they make me feel like I’m on a spaceship or something.”

“God, me too! It’s the whole … moving your chair around the deck and all the buttons and things,” Veronica moved her hands as if turning the dials.

Baby came in, holding water and glasses, followed by someone Veronica presumed to be Baby’s girlfriend. A tall, blonde woman Veronica vaguely recognised from a Vera Wang advert she’d seen on a billboard, who was clutching a portable coffee in one hand and a Nintendo Switch in the other.

“Hi, I’m Dakota, it’s gorgeous to meet you,” she purred, leaning down and giving Veronica an air kiss on each cheek. “You like it in here? It was my idea to make it look like this. Much better than what it looked like before, so boring and brown.”

Baby sat down at the deck and put their own headphones on, but Dakota just picked up her Switch instead, settling herself into a corner out the way.

“She’s just here to watch us and play Mario Kart.” Baby grinned fondly at her.

Veronica chuckled, picking up her guitar and looping the strap over her head. “Alright. What bit are we recording first?”

It made far more sense now that she was recording with Baby why she was paying for a four-hour slot. Recording on her phone normally didn’t take long, but this was a far more detailed analysis. Baby was meticulous and heard things Veronica seemed to miss. If a note was flat, or early, it was redone, over and over until it was perfect.

Once it was complete, at the end of the day, Baby placed the headphones over her ears and played the finished song all the way through. 

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes  from the start, as she realised she actually liked hearing herself this time, and the effects and the beat that Baby had added in, gave her a floaty feeling in her chest like she was riding a roller coaster. She fought the smile until it was too strong, and the overjoyed laugh wouldn’t stay in her throat.

Baby’s smile was soft as they looked up at her. “D’you like it?”

Veronica’s voice was hoarse, her throat was sore and her fingers numb; but listening to the finished product lifted her heart, warmed her soul.

“It’s - it’s great.” She swallowed. “Thank you.”

“Oh, you’re so welcome Veronica. You know, I was looking for you online earlier, but I couldn’t see any videos for your music, just the fan-made ones - can you send me the links?

“Videos?” Veronica echoed. “What videos?”

Baby’s jaw dropped to the ground. “Hang on. Don’t you have any videos for your singles? Nothing? Oh god - we’re gonna have to hook you up. So this song - is this for your next single? When is your label planning to release? Or is this an album track?”

“It’s a side quest,” Tia said flatly.

“A what?”

“It won’t be an album track,” Veronica started, but Baby carried on through her.

“Oh, okay, well anyway, Veronica, I think you need a really eye-catching video as well for this song you’ve got here. Think about the sorts of things you want for it. You can use the green screen studio here too if you want to play instruments, but think about what you want and if you want bits at certain locations as well.“

But all the way home that evening, she didn’t really know what sorts of things she could do for a video, or where to start. And the deadline to submit her song and video was only six weeks away.

Maybe Joe can help me choose.

But when she got home, her loneliness echoed in the mundane sounds in the flat. The scrape of the front door, the keys on the countertop, the creak of the door to the living room. The buzz of her phone when a message came through, but when she looked, she found she had two to read.

Divina @ 19.02: for a video you should stay within budget, i would prioritise recording and editing costs with the money and do what you’d like with the surroundings, lots of free spaces in London you will prob find something Divina @ 19.03: recording quality is important but natural light saves you lighting costs and natural environment can be a great backdrop. Have fun with it and bring the song to life xx

Her heart sank at the other message.

Joe @ 19.08: out with anubis and the dnd lot will be late dont wait for me x

The lead weight in her gut hung heavier. It’s always the way; he just runs off with his D&D group the day after. 

She needed to talk to him. They still hadn’t talked about Veronica’s birthday either. Or that time in June where they’d both come home from work stressed and wound up and it had felt good to help the other unwind -

They had to talk. 

Even if Veronica wasn’t sure what to say.

——

“Sorry I’m late,” Veronica flopped down onto the chair in the cafe two days later, putting down the bottle of water and jamming the heels of her hands into her temples with a groan. “Oh, god. Worst Wednesday ever. One of the invoices got messed up and I had to create a whole new order form before I could create it again.”

Dakota slammed her coffee down, staring wide-eyed at her. “You still have an office job?”

“You’ve had two number one singles, babe.” Baby tilted their head, regarding her through a mask of concern. “That’s gonna do you an injury.“

“I’m down to four days, and I need to keep money coming in.”

“It’s not always as fast to change over, Baby.” Tia, sitting beside Veronica, blew bubbles into their Diet Coke through the straw. 

Baby made a noise in their throat. “Probably won’t be much longer. Anyway. Video time! What have you been thinking?”

“Oh, God,” Veronica laughed, “lots of thoughts.”

“Spill.” Baby leaned towards her; Dakota mimicked them, leaning so close that Veronica felt like she was back at a teenage sleepover about to tell them her crush.

“So. There’s basically three types of music video, from what I can tell,” Veronica said, holding up four fingers. “One. What I’m calling the band video. Basically just a band playing their instruments, there’s loads of slow motion shots of the band members, hair flicking, the lead singer looking moody - that kind of thing.”

“Yeah, that’s one,” Baby nodded at her. “In the biz we normally call that the performance video. Good if you just want the viewer to see you strumming a guitar and lip synching.”

“Exactly.” Veronica put one finger down. “Second, there’s a story. Crap acting and the occasional wide-angle lens of the singer looking sad.”

Tia snorted and held up their hands. “Yep. Been there, done that.”

"Narrative.” Baby grinned. “Really popular.”

“Then there’s the … I don’t know how to describe this. The weird one. There is no reason for any of what’s happening, it doesn’t make sense with the song, but it looks cool. Sometimes they don’t even have the singer in them. Like, the song is about falling in love but the video is someone walking around the underground.”

Baby laughed. “Yeah, I know what you’re saying. We call them concept videos; you don’t always understand the reason but it’s the artist’s vision. I see a lot more of those now, people never used to like them, but they’re getting more popular.”

“I always wanted to do one of those,” Tia sighed, “but I don’t think I ever did.”

“Which one did you like doing most?” Veronica asked them.

Tia looked up to the ceiling, considering. “I liked the performance ones. They were always great. Normally in a nice car or a boat, or in mansions and old castles. And we used to dress up and strut around.”

“Oh, yeah. I call those the boss bitch ones.” Baby said. “They’re always really fun to record, and you always come away from those feeling really good about yourselves.”

“That’s the only thing I missed about the band. Us all trying to strut around and look sexy.” Tia gave a dry chuckle. “Didn’t work for me.”

“What did Vanity always say about you?” Baby asked them.

“That I had two left feet that she could see, and maybe two more invisible ones,” Tia deadpanned, picking up their straw. “And I guess she had a point.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Veronica shook her head. “Anyway, did I get them all?”

“You missed the animated video, but I don’t think you’d be wanting to go for either of those, would you? Is there one you like most?”

“I’m not sure.” Veronica rested her chin on the heel of her hand. “I’ve got the budget off the label, so I’ll see what I can get for that.”

“They might have some direction they want you to go in, I’d ask them first,” Baby pointed at Veronica’s phone. 

She picked it up, dropping Divina a message. 

Veronica @ 18.17: What sorts of things does the label want for the video? 

When she put her phone down, Baby and Tia were in deep discussion. 

“… office, and I’d already told them I had to take some leave. Ugh. I just want to get this wrapped up now.”

“Have you got some dates you’re wanting to get booked in?”

Tia nodded. “It’ll be quite a big chunk of December, Dakota said that was the earliest you had two days at a time available. God, at the rate we’re going though, we’ll only have three songs done!”

Baby’s mouth dropped in feigned outrage, giving them a slap on their forearm. “Is that a hint? Genius comes to those who wait, babe.”

“Are you …” But they both turned to Veronica as if in shock at her interruption, as if they’d forgotten she was there.

“Sorry. But are you doing music at the moment as well?”

Baby looked up at Tia, their face suddenly serious. But Tia nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve decided I have one more album in me.”

“They said that about their first,” Baby grinned.

"Alright, okay,” Tia put their hand to their forehead, chuckling softly at Baby’s remark. “I have at least one more album in me. So, Vee, your video, do you want to brainstorm some ideas?”

Having an industry professional and a fresh-from-retirement singer brainstorming a video with her made it much more methodical. Hiring recording equipment and the studio would be the main expense, but the rest was already at her fingertips.

“I know a few people with cameras,” Baby ticked off their fingers, “and there’s loads of woodland you can record in, and as long as it’s a nice day and we’re facing the right direction, you won’t need artificial lighting.”

All the way home visions of woodland and what her video could look like ran through Veronica’s head like a film reel. Ethereal, dreamlike images of herself dancing in sunlight through trees, something her mum would probably call frolicking and her sister would roll her eyes at and call embarrassing.

When she got back home, she ran to her wardrobe, running her hand along all the dresses she had and picturing herself in them, dancing to her song, being on a screen for millions of people to see. 

By the time she’d rounded it down to a shin-length pink dress and a shimmery gold summer dress, it was almost ten.

She wanted to see what Joe thought, but he hadn’t come home yet. 

——

"I’m sorry Neil … migraine. Really, really bad.”

She didn’t see Joe until that Friday morning, standing at the open door to her room, tapping his heel against the wooden frame, making what sounded to Veronica like a lot of noise. She waved a hand, but he didn’t take notice.

“No no, it’s fine; my in-tray was already done yesterday so it will just be today’s things …”

“Rodney.” Veronica looked up at Joe as the car horn sounded from outside yet again.

“Yeah, yes, I know Neil … and Kat has access to my emails.”

Another beep. Veronica coughed.

“Sorry, sorry - I’ll feel better on Monday. Hopefully. Thanks. Sorry. Bye." 

She hung up the call with a relieved sigh.

"All sorted.”

“Yes!” Joe punched the air while Veronica reached for her shoes. “See, I told you it would be easy to -”

Her phone was buzzing, this time a call from Tia’s number.

“Oh my god, I can’t, I need to -”

“Here.” Joe grabbed the phone and pressed the dial. “Well hello. How are you doing this fine sunny morning?”

“It’s meant to rain in like two hours, are you and Ronnie ready to -”

“Yes, yes we’re on our way.”

“Got everything? Change of outfit? Shoes? Makeup? Wipes? Deodorant?”

“Don’t worry my darling, we have everything on the list you gave us, just have to persuade our Ronnie to get out the door -”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Joe just looked back at the phone. “That’s what she said after Pride too.”

“Joe -”

By the time they got downstairs, threw the two bags into the boot of Kitty’s car, and Kitty’s foot had hit the accelerator pedal, Veronica’s stomach was starting to hurt. 

“What if I’m seen?”

“Hmm?” Joe turned away from the window to face her, squashed in the middle with Tia on her left.

"I just don’t want to get in trouble. With Neil.”

“You won’t, my love; he has a duty to trust his employees.”

“Bit nerve-wracking, that’s all.” She sighed. “Tell you what though. I’ve never done it before, I feel dead naughty -”

“What?” The collective shout of the other four, combined with their heads spinning like owls round to face Veronica in the back sent the car into a drift, until Kitty gave a squeak and turned back to face the road, waving an apology at another car she’d come very close to.

“You’ve never just … taken a day?” Ella asked flatly, their jaw on the armrest next to the passenger seat.

“Ronnie, remember when you were leaving the house last month and I told you I had a day off? Well,” Joe patted her hand with a patronising smile, “it wasn’t because I’d booked one, let’s just say that.

"And I told my agent multiple times that I was getting laryngitis when I was really hanging out my arse or on a beach somewhere.”

Kitty waved her hand. “I told mine I thought I had appendicitis because I’d heard Ella mentioning it from some book she was reading, my agent didn’t even think about it, they just took my word, and I was then papped at Notting Hill carnival, with a huge cocktail in my arms, and put in the Metro the next day.”

“Oh my -” Veronica clapped a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. “So you’ve all done this before?”

“Many, many times babe,” Tia shook their head. “God, how have you never done it!”

Veronica looked back at Joe. Bathed in amber sunlight, he looked positively angelic when he took her hand from her lap, stroked her knuckles.

“He isn’t out looking for you, Rodney, he just expects you to be in bed. Which, as far as he knows, you are. No one is gonna spot you outside. No one will see. They’re all in the office, so they won’t spot you all the way out in Epping Forest.”

Her tongue was robbed of a response, as it often was when he seemed to read her mind like this, but he still raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“It will all be fine, my love.”

Her stomach, twisting itself into a knot moments ago now settled, the slow ache passing away, because when Joe spoke words like that he seemed to cast a spell with them.

And he didn’t fail today.

They still needed to talk. But not today.

They pulled into a parking space, grabbed the bags from the boot, and follower Kitty and Ella to the agreed spot. Veronica’s eyes were trained on Ella on the way, ten feet ahead of the other three on their walk deeper into the forest. 

“What’s Ella Vaday doing here -”

“Oh - she’s really good at creative direction. She coordinated some videos for me when I first went solo.”

“She’s - she’s Glinda! She’s on the West End!” Veronica whispered back, her eyes wide. 

Tia shrugged. “Yeah, she is now, but she still does stuff like this now and then, and she is free today, so she said she’d come.”

A whirlwind had brought them to this point in less than twenty-four hours. A hurried message to the group chat from Baby that a last minute cancellation had come up in the studio for this afternoon; Tia finding people to record and a location to take advantage of the warm September sunshine; and Joe’s shift switching to Saturday night instead of Friday. The only thing that had been needed for everything to fall into place was for Veronica to get the Friday off work.

Just the idea of faking a migraine to her boss had been enough for adrenaline to still be running through her now, but arriving at Epping Forest on this perfect morning felt like nature sighing with relief.

Sunshine followed them here, the few clouds bright and blinding white as if dipped in melted silver. A rainbow of leaves, succumbing to autumn, painted their woodland canvas for the day in deep red and umber orange and mustard yellow and pale green, and the blue of the water of the lake they reached sparkled with diamonds left by sunlight.

“Where have you all been?” Baby was there, hugging Tia as they came up to them all. They were flanked by Dakota, yawning and clutching a steaming travel mug, and some others that Veronica hadn’t met, each holding a camera.

“Sminty and Le Fil,” Baby pointed to them each, “probably the most awake people here.”

At their words, Sminty raised her head and gave Baby a look that might have killed them on the spot if their back hadn’t been turned. 

“Are we ready to go,” Ella called, “light is looking fab at the moment so I don’t want to chance the weather turning or anything -”

“I just have to change quickly, and then we’re good to go.” Veronica looked around. “Where - where should I change?”

“The changing rooms are right there, love,” Sminty pointed to a spot with thin air, while Le Fil shrieked with laughter and batted her on the arm.

Dakota shrugged, smiling awkwardly. “That tree is quite big there, you might want to change behind it?”

She’d opted for the pink floaty dress, with lots of material to flow behind her. But in her hurry she’d forgotten her shoes, and all her accessories.

Jesus Christ.

So when she came round the tree, announcing herself with a forced jovial “ta-da!"  throwing her arms wide as she could, she couldn’t stop warmth creeping up her face. She was in her converse, grey with wear, however absurd it appeared against the pink flowing material of her skirts; and no accessories whatsoever. 

But Joe, beaming delightedly. gave a gasp and reached towards her. “You look fantastic, Rodney, an absolute dream.”

“Love that colour on you,” Dakota purred, “you’ll have to tell me where you got that dress - oh god, you look so lovely I could just eat you up.”

“Hey, hey, I saw her first, I’m calling dibs.”

“Maybe she isn’t interested in dibs, Joe, maybe -“

But Tia’s quiet, unfathomable expression drowned out their voices. They were looking at her as if they’d never seen her before, frozen like a statue, until Baby nudged them to say something and they picked up their phone.

“… this lovely place, isn’t it gorgeous!” Joe’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, turning Veronica to the view. “Absolutely wonderful. You’re going to fit right in.”

“Okay, let’s get going,” Ella was setting up the cameras as she spoke, adjusting positions for the movement of the sun. They had to work quickly against their natural backdrop which was changing every minute, every second they delayed.

Veronica realised with a laugh that the video set-up had virtually nothing to do with the song. In fact, by her own ratings, this was going to be number three: a weird one. 

“Veronica?” Ella called, approaching her and holding out her hand. “Are we taking any stills for the cover on your phone?” 

“Yeah -“ Veronica picked up her phone, but as she was switching on the camera, she spotted a new message from Divina.

Divina @ 9.05: sorry Ronnie been poorly last couple of days. yes the label want someone with you in the video besides Joe to act as a friend/love interest. having someone else in there makes you look more relatable xx

Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh, god.”

“What?” Ella asked.

“They want me to have someone else in the video.” She showed Ella and Joe her phone, and Joe closed his eyes.

“God’s sake. Couldn’t Divina have told you before this morning, Jesus.”

“I only messaged them on Wednesday night, it’s not their fault.”

“Alright,” Ella nodded, putting her hands on her hips. “You’ll need to get someone else to sign in to your video. Once you’ve got that, we can shoot. I think we’ll have to cancel today.”

“Cancel?” 

The word fell like a lead weight.  Veronica’s mind span at the realisation - she’d lose the day today for filming, she’d lose her slot at the studio, she’d lose the money she’d already paid towards that and to the people here … A frantic course of mental gymnastics later, and she realised that if she didn’t do this today, she’d likely have no budget to give it another try, her blood ran cold at the mere thought -

“I’ll do it.”

The voice came from behind Veronica. She looked over her shoulder at Tia, who shrugged. "I’m not doing much else other than standing around getting in the way.”

“Tia? Are you sure?” Ella raised one eyebrow. “Would it be okay if you were in someone else’s video in a non-singing part given … you know.”

There it was again.But Tia made a noise in their throat.

“As long as people don’t recognise me. Hang on. I’ve still got the cap I think…”

They looked in their bag, pulling out a baseball cap. “Oh, good, I thought I still had this. It’s not mine, it’s Vic’s,” Tia explained, “she left it at my house one time, I said she had to come and get it, and she said she would … and then she didn’t.”

Baby frowned. “You think people aren’t going to recognise you … because you’re wearing a hat?”

“I’m in my casuals, why not?” Tia motioned down to their jeans and tie-dye shirt, looking up at Veronica. “What do you think?”

And truthfully what Veronica thought wasn’t something she could verbalise, but her fireworks were exploding in her chest and hope had sprung again in her mind. 

“Sounds good,” Joe said behind them both, “what are we waiting for?”

Working with Ella on a set outside meant painstaking planning. Ella held her phone at so many angles, testing lighting and filters and sound, taking almost twice as long to set up as to film.

But once she was satisfied, filming here was like being lost in some magical world. She encouraged Veronica to do whatever felt right; to dance, spin, to hang from trees and cartwheel. Ella recorded lots of angles, lots of locations, and plenty of plain shots for the green screen later, while Veronica let worry leave her body through her hands and feet into the dirt and grass, let herself become the song.

Making music had always been a magnetic pull, but the music coming alive this blissful way intoxicated her, and quitting her office job for more and more of this sensation had never felt more tempting.

It was Ella who brought her back to Earth, in a scene with Tia. They were meant to be walking towards each other, but Ella had shouted for them to stop so many times the sun was disappearing behind the clouds.

“Cut - alright, okay, you both need to learn how to walk.”

“What?” Both Tia and Veronica said in unison, and then Veronica caught their eye and they both snorted with laughter.

Ella huffed for what felt like the millionth time that morning. “This is serious - you can’t just walk like you normally walk, you have to walk mysteriously.”

Veronica put her hands on her hips. “How in the name of satan’s balls am I meant to do that?”

Ella ignored Tia’s explosion of laughter, slapping their hand to their mouth to quash it, folding her arms. “Just walk like you normally would, but mysteriously.”

She walked back to her spot, and tried again, this time mimicking  a creeping motion with her hands and feet that made Tia stop dead in their tracks, their face tensed as they tried not to laugh again.

“Cut - Veronica.”

Imitating Ella’s weary huff, Veronica folded her arms. “Ella.”

She gestured at the sky. “Do you want to be doing this in the rain?”

Veronica let her arms drop to her sides. “Just - okay.” She turned and walked back to her spot. “Tell me how it should be, then.”

“I already said. Mysterious.”

“But what does that even -“

“Ron, just look at me as if you’ve never seen me before, but I’ve got something really sparkly on my face - like a diamond or something - and you want to take it off me.” Tia waved a hand as they spoke. “It’s fine, Ella, we’ll get it.”

Tia was wringing their hands, and Veronica mouthed a sorryat them, but they gave her a small smile, shaking their head.

She fixed her gaze on a spot just above their eyeline, and tried to picture what Tia might have there if they could grow anything. Maybe a unicorn horn, maybe a jewel, maybe another eye. Maybe it wouldn’t even be something growing, but a headpiece, delicately placed on their head with a decorative piece in the centre. 

No, that would be annoying. If that was me, I’d be batting it off my head all day. 

No, a jewel seemed most likely. And as they came closer to her, she could see them with a sapphire maybe, or topaz, or maybe a brilliant amber with deeper browns and golds at its heart -

“Cut. Better, much better. I think that’s a wrap on this scene. Do you two want to go and sit on the branch now?” 

Veronica barely realised she’d moved at all, but apparently she had, and Tia had met her in the middle, tilting their head to the left in what was becoming a familiar movement.

“See?” They murmured, so quietly Ella wouldn’t have heard. “Instant mystery.”

But Veronica wheezed with laughter and made her way past them to the branch of the tree they were both meant to be sitting on next.

For the ending, she and Tia were meant to be filmed from behind, sitting on this low branch and looking at the lake. But all the expertise she had garnered as a kid at climbing trees seemed to have left her body, and she yelled in frustration as she swung from it like a sloth. 

Tia chuckled, climbing on easily and tugging her up with them, their arm around the bough to keep steady.

“We’re just going to film the ending, with you two looking at the distance, so just, y'know,” Ella gestured with her hands  “do what you’d normally do together.”

Veronica waited for her to move behind them before muttering, “Yeah, because I’m always up in trees with people,” to another snort from Tia.

“You’re nailing this, Vee.” 

Their voice was so low. The hand around Veronica’s shoulder was quivering, ever so slightly, and they would not let go of the bough of the tree with their other arm. 

“Tia,“ How did you know that would work?”

They bobbed their shoulders. “You pick up a few tricks as you go along.”

“Yeah, but …” Veronica chuckled, “that was pretty specific, Tia.”

Tia opened their mouth and then closed it with a bark of laughter. “You know - yeah.”

They were looking towards the horizon, but blinds had fallen behind their eyes again, lips pressing tightly together and then parting.

“Look,” Veronica began, but the longer she looked at them, the more unsure every word in the dictionary sounded in her head, trying to piece together something that she could say to them. 

Eventually, she settled on just one. “Thanks.”

They frowned, turning to her. “For … for teaching you a trick?”

Veronica shook her head with another laugh. “No! For …”

For standing in. For calming me down. For being here. For always being here for some reason -

“… for this.” She gestured in a wide circle, hoping to make some sense. But Tia’s eyes darted between hers, their fingers tightening at her shoulder and their lips pressing tightly together. 

“I mean it,” she continued, not sure what was propelling her to speak but needing to fill this expanse, “you’re - you’ve done so much for me, and …”

“You’re, like …”

But Tia gave a quiet laugh, averting their eyes to her shoulder with a bite of their lip - and that bizarre urge Veronica had on the roof came back again -

“Cut, we’re good! Nice one!” Ella shouted from behind them both, brushing her hands when Veronica turned to her. “Back to the studio now?”

When Veronica turned back, Tia was wordlessly sliding off the branch, helping Veronica back down by catching her against their chest, hurriedly letting her go, letting in the chilly wind that was picking up.

”Guess we should -“

”Yeah,” Veronica nodded. “Off to the studio.”

But Tia sat in the passenger seat on the way back, and Veronica didn’t get the chance to find out what she was.

——

It took almost a month for the edit to be completed on her video, but at the start of October, the deadline approaching to apply, Kitty emailed her to say it would be with her the following day.

Divina had breathed a sigh of relief when Veronica had told them. “Oh, thank God. Come to the office tomorrow afternoon and we’ll get the whole thing done and dusted and sent off.”

But when the afternoon crept on, with no email from Kitty, Joe persuaded her to take a detour with him to a park he’d found one stop away from the office. 

They walked together, while leaves around them tumbled in clusters from the trees, draping an autumnal carpet around their feet, and the rain fell in a gloriously steady noise on the umbrella and the trees and the river before them.

Joe gave a shiver, and Veronica turned to him.

“Remind me why you brought me out here.”

“Well.” Joe shrugged. “Nice to find a bit of London that isn’t all urban jungle, darling, don’t you think? And anyway. You seemed a little …” he looked up, contemplating his next words. “… tetchy. Yes, a little tetchy.”

“Tetchy?”

But she had to admit, he had a point. Her stomach rumbled from not having had a thing to eat since breakfast; her eyelids were heavy from waking up at three this morning, too excited to fall asleep again.

This video was the final piece of the puzzle for Eurovision, but it was more than that.

It was her own vision. It was art in a form she’d never contemplated. It was her embodiment of her song, it was completely and utterly her, something that she wanted to see on the screen, something that transcended herself and watch the music come out of her, watch herself rising, rising -

The email arrived.

Joe heard the buzz, and turned to her, quirking an eyebrow.

With a hammering heart, Veronica clicked the email, nodding at him.

“Here we go,” she whispered to Joe, and he gave an excited squeak and leaned closer to her. 

There it was.

Her video.

Her video.

Her video.

Lustrous shimmers danced in her hair and all the frills of the fabric of her dress, drifting like candyfloss clouds in the echoes of her movements. Pastel pink lights filled the screen, letting Veronica bask in an ethereal blur of light. She saw someone with effortless elegance, every step so free and joyful, someone who had exploded into life from a cocoon, who sang a celebration of the world and of her place in it.

Some part of her was aware that Joe’s arm slipped into hers to grasp and rub her hand, but her heart fluttered and her lungs wouldn’t work and she was lost in this idyllic dream …

Then the music ended, the video stopped, bringing her sharply back to reality.

Veronica was back under Joe’s huge black umbrella, and all the while the world had continued to turn, leaves spiralling downwards in brown and red and orange, and the pattering of raindrops around them both clearing her mind, cooling her overheated nerves. 

Neither of them spoke.

All Veronica felt was her soul settling back into her body, a hum from Joe, squeezing her fingers.

“Magnificent, isn’t it? What did you think?”

But Veronica didn’t reply. She just kept breathing, words rushing half-formed through her head but vanishing before she could catch them.

“I … are you sure you’re happy you were only in a little bit of it?" 

"Of course!” Joe squeezed her hand. “You know I have more of a face for radio, anyway.”

“Oh. We’ll have to get you on there then.”

Joe gave a cackle, throwing his head back.

She turned to him. “What?”

“This is why I love spending time with you, Ronnie, because most people would just simper at me that of course I don’t have a radio face, but your reaction is to want to get me on the radio instead!” He cackled again, and Veronica’s face grew very warm again.

“Sorry. I don’t think I registered-”

“Don’t apologise, it’s hilarious!” He leaned into her, laughter dying, and grinned at her. “Anyway, I loved it. There was the right amount of me and the right amount of you. And Tia looks really different to how they look on their socials, don’t you agree? I hardly recognised them at first.”

She nodded, and with a jolt in her stomach realised that if Joe didn’t recognise them, and he’d seen them close up, then what was to stop them from being incognito with the world?

By the time she’d walked the rest of the way to the office, Divina was waiting in the lobby for her, tapping their foot against the leg of their chair and sighing with a roll of their eyes when she got in. 

“You really like to do everything last minute dot com, don’t you?” They stood, leading her back towards their office, from the main reception and through the corridor, through the open plan workstations and to the offices at the back. 

It still smelled of fresh paint, even though the walls didn’t seem to have changed colour at all; but while Divina walked briskly through the hallway of the main reception area, Veronica stopped to admire the so-called talent wall. It was by far her favourite part of the office, featuring all the pictures and names and descriptions of the various careers of people who were currently signed to the label, and their achievements.

“I’m not on this wall yet!” She called to Divina. “When is my picture getting put here?”

“When you win Eurovision, Ron,” Divina deadpanned back. 

She chuckled to herself, skimming her eyes across the names. Lots of stars from the past and present, familiar names …

Tia Kofi?

“This needs to be submitted before five, Ronnie!”

She had to tear herself away from their blurb on the wall and jog through the office to Divina’s voice, from their cubicle of a room. Painstakingly organised, the wall calendar neatly marked with annotations and every paper in their neat pile, Veronica always felt they were taking a trip to their old headmaster’s office whenever she went to see them.

They were perched at their chair, horn-rimmed glasses pushed up their nose, not looking up and tapping on the keyboard plugged into their laptop. 

“Have you got everything ready to submit?” 

Veronica nodded. “Yes.”

“You sure? You did the checklist the label made you?”

“Yep - I filled in the form, I got the song cover, the song itself, I’ve got the video, I’ve done everything they asked.” She unfolded the paper for the fiftieth time, running a finger down every question again. “Act, Veronica Green. Names of participants, Veronica Green. Pretty straight forward so far,” she giggled at her own joke.

Divina echoed her laugh, but their foot was tapping against the table leg, Veronica could feel it. “Good.”

“Label, Meridian; song title, Butterfly; song length, two minutes and fifty four seconds -“

“Alright, alright, I don’t need to hear it all.” Divina pulled up their paper copy of the checklist. “Form, done. Song? In each format?”

“Saved on the email.”

“Video?”

“Compressed and ready to send.”

“Art?”

“Everyone’s been credited,” Veronica checked again, “yep, they’re all on there.”

“The endorsement from Meridian? Well,” Divina muttered, opening their folder on their screen, “I’ve got that. Somewhere. That’s the vital part; they won’t submit you without the sponsorship from the label. Ah, here it is. Alright. You just need the email itself now.”

“What,” Veronica put a hand to her chest, “can’t I just say hey, pick me, I can get the Eurovision party started right now?”

A nerve twitched in Divina’s neck.

“I’m joking, I promise.” Veronica raked a hand through her hair. “Okay. How about this. ‘Dear theydies and gentlethem, I wrote a song, please consider me for the queer FA Cup final this year. Love Ronnie.’ And I’ll add some kisses.”

Joe would have laughed. Tia probably would have too. Divina just tilted their head and stared wordlessly at Veronica.

“Okay, fine. I’ll put For your consideration, please find attached my submission for the Eurovision Song Contest 2023 to represent the UK. Kind regards, Veronica Green.”

“That sounds ideal.” Divina unfolded her arms. “You’ve got about an hour before the deadline, I’d recommend getting it done right now.”

Even though she’d checked the attachments of the email to the BBC so many times, she checked them again. And one more time for good measure. They hadn’t changed since this morning: still the song, all the album artwork, and now the video. Everything still worked, everything was still there.

She took a deep breath.

Her finger hovered over the blue Send button on the screen.

Then she pressed it, and breathed out.

It’s done.

It’s done! 

Her whole body tingled. Her hands shook slightly and the oxygen in the room didn’t feel like it was quite enough.

I’ve applied for Eurovision. Holy shit!

Pride Challenge Points: 6032

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #euphoria #juno #tia kofi #veronica green #tia x veronica #baby x dakota #baby #dakota schiffer #divina de campo #eurovision au #pop star au #lesbian au #fic challenge

[adriennebarnes]

Hips Don't Lie part 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N invites Henry Cavill to a carne asada after a month of dating

Warning: probably some stereotypical Latina/Mexican things because I'm half Mexican, no translated Spanish, unwanted comments from an aunt about weight (for me it’s with my mom) and about Henry, spelling and grammar errors

After a month of dating, Henry and Y/N were at his place, they were cooking tallarines saltado. Everything was going well and Y/N got a text.

“Give me a minute, guapo.” Y/N said, washing her hands to check her phone. It was a text from her mom. “Hey Henry, how do you feel about going to a carne asada? It’s this weekend, I know it’s a little soon to be meeting my parents, but I really don’t want to go alone.”

“Darling, it’s fine, I’ll go with you to the barbecue.” Henry said. He put the cut up steak into a pan to cook it along with the onions and tomatoes. “Why don’t you want to go alone?”

“Because my mom and my aunts are all going to be like ‘y el novio?’ Like I’m 32, not married or engaged, in their eyes…something is wrong. So please, my handsome British boyfriend, come with me to the carne asada.” Y/N practically begged, having her hands together in a praying motion.

“Yes, my tiny dancer, I’ll go to the carne asada.” Henry said, kissing her forehead and she was pouting with her arms crossed.

“I am not tiny, You’re just big.” Y/N said and her eyes widened at the last part of her sentence.

“In more ways than one.” Henry winked and kissed her. “Do we have to bring anything?” Y/N looked at him in a ‘are you kidding me’ kind of way. “Sorry, what are we bringing?”

“That’s better, and that depends. My mom usually makes her agua de Jamaica which is hibiscus water, don’t ask how it got the name, and red rice. Obviously my uncles bring the meat, um, I’m thinking, someone usually brings dessert which is like fruit salad and cookies, uh, carajo, no puedo pensar. Okay, I got it, we can make alfajores and picarones, mainly because I crave it.” Y/N said,

“What about really food? Should we bring macaroni salad?” Henry asked

“Never in my life have I ever seen macaroni salad at these carne asadas (I’m using my own experiences, obviously). We could make pasta though and like that we could eat some before we go and the rest we take it there.” Y/N said.

“Why would we eat before we go to the carne asada if we’re going to eat there?” Henry asked.

“Ay, amorcito, there’s so much You need to learn. Just in case there’s something you don’t like, and they never really start grilling right when you come in, it’s usually an hour after everyone’s there so you won’t be starving.” Y/N said.

“Alright, I’ll make the list so we can go shopping tomorrow. Now, I know this is going to be a stupid question, but what do I wear?” Henry asked.

“It’s not stupid at all. So again, my mom taught to dress presentable for whatever ‘event’ so like dress semi formal but summery.” Y/N said and Henry looked at her confused. “Just wear your khaki pants your navy or light blue button down.” Henry nodded.

It was the night before the carne asada and Y/N and Henry were in Y/N’s kitchen, their dessert is chilling, her dog Concha laying down in her bed (any breed you want), and they’re going over the family tree.

“Yeimy is my favorite cousin, she’s a music producer, love her to death. Then we have Juan Luis, Yeimy’s brother, kinda mujeriego, me entiendes, very fuckboy, but he’s a lawyer so we’re friendly. There’s my Tia chela, but you have to call her Graciela until she says you can call her Chela. Now Chela comments on my weight, a lot more than my mom does pero eso es otra cosa aparte.” Y/N said, showing pictures of each family member to Henry.

“Okay…who is Veronica?” Henry asked.

“She’s my mom’s friend from church, I don’t think she’ll be here though, she’s in Colombia.” Y/N said, looking for her photo to show him.

“And we’re going to your mom’s house for the carne asada?” Henry asked.

“Yes, I got her a house with a nice yard, my dad has the grill with the charcoal y todo. Now if there’s anything special that you want to drink or eat, get it tomorrow morning, we have to be there at 2.” Y/N said, now cleaning up the kitchen. So are you staying the night so you can help me with everything or are you coming here early in the morning?”

“I got all stuff in my car, I’m staying the night. I’ll just bring it in.” Henry said, he opened the door to leave and Concha got up from her bed to leave with Henry. “Nope, not you, just me.”

The day of the carne asada, Henry was in the driving with Y/N carrying the alfajores and picarones, the pasta in the backseat with Concha chilling so she could see her cousins. Y/N was wearing a sundress with wedge sandals.

“Okay, when you go in your obviously say hello to everyone, depending on whether the women of my family lean in, it’s a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It’s not a real kiss, it’s more of a cheek touch and the kiss sound, and with the men, again, obviously a handshake.” Y/N reminded him.

“Darling, I know everything, please relax.” Henry said.

“I cant relax, they never met any of my partners before.” Y/N said.

“Well i feel very special now.” Henry said.

“You should.” Y/N said.

Henry parked on the street, they go out of the car, Henry helping Y/N with the food as she put Concha on a leash so they could go to the house.

“Mami, ya llegamos!” Y/N yelled as she opened the gate to enter the yard.

“Ay Y/N, mi niña, cómo estás, amor? Y trajiste a supermán! Sabía que tenías amigos famosos pero nunca pensé de esta altura.” Y/N’s mom, Carolina, said.

“Ah mami, él se llama Henry, es mi novio, pero habla inglés, por favor.” Y/N told her mom.

“Oh my god, Henry, it’s so good to meet you. Finally my daughter has a boyfriend!” Carolina said and Y/N looked away to roll her eyes (because who the hell rolls their eyes in front of the their mothers, right?) “Princesa, has subido de peso? Te está saliendo un poquito la panza, no? Bueno, deja toda la comida en las mesa que no falta poco para llegar lo demás gente.” Carolina said and walked away to get paper plates and plastic utensils for everyone.

“What did she tell you?” Henry asked,

“Nothing it doesn’t matter, just put the food on the table, okay? Come on, Concha, let’s take you out your harness.” Y/N said and placed the food on the table to let her dog loose and Concha started running on the grass with Carolina’s cavalier King Charles spaniel, Honey. A few minutes, the cousins came, there was Yeimy, Juan Luis, Fabian (Peluche) and his wife Cecilia (Chiquis), Irma and her husband Erick, María José and her husband Diego, Alfonso (Poncho), and Maite.

“Prima, que bueno verte! Ooh, look at you, love the dress, you look so good.” Irma said, letting her Maltese, Cinnamon, off leash, Cinnamon ran to Concha.

“My mom didn’t think so, que bueno verte.” Y/N said, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

“Ay, no la escuchas, you look Great.” Yeimy said, placing what she brought on the table as well.

“Quien es el güerito?” Peluche asked, letting his german shepherd, Roscoe, off his leash

“Ay Peluche, mira quien habla de güerito. Anyway, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Henry.” Y/N introduced Henry.

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” As Y/N told him, Henry greeted the girl cousins with a hug and let them kiss his cheek while shaking hands with the boy cousins.

“You landed Superman? The Witcher? How did you do that?” Maite asked. Y/N was going to answer but the tias and tíos came in as well.

“Hola hola! Carolina, ya llegamos! A ver, gordita, arrímate otra mesa, si?” Tía Chela told Y/N and Y/N did as she was told, she pulled another table to they could also place the food. Henry was saying hello to everyone. “Y mija, segura que es fiel? Como que es muy guapo, ha trabajado con mujeres como tú amiga Eiza, con la mujer maravilla, no sé, me parece raro que esté contigo.”

“Ay mamá, deja de escupir tu veneno a ella, ve con mi papá que está juntado al heladera para las bebidas.” María José said and Chela left reluctantly.

“Thanks, Majo.” Y/N said,

“I grew up with her criticizing me, can’t have her do the same to you. Look at us, we’re in our 30s and we still care about what our mothers say.” Majo said,

“Eso nunca va a cambiar.” Y/N said and she walked back to Henry where he was listening to her Tío Juancho (Juan Camilo) telling a story about his camping trip.

“Hey, pececita, I was just telling your boyfriend about the time I went camping,” Juancho said, hugging and kissing Y/N.

“So glad you’re back, love.” Henry said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

“Oye Henry’s ven conmigo un momento, come with me.” Y/N’s dad, Carlos, told Henry, tapping his shoulder.

“Papi, que vas a hacer?” Y/N asked.

“Nada mija, es como male bonding, help me grill, Superman.” Carlos said.

“Papi!” Y/N whined.

“Ve con tus primos, princesa.” Carlos said.

“It’s alright, maybe it’s a good thing.” Henry said, kissing Y/N to ease her worries. Henry went with Carlos to the grilled, grabbing the tray of seasoned meats to cook.

“So, Superman, how long have you been dating my daughter?” Carlos asked, sipping a bit of modelo beer.

“Not long, a month.” Henry answered.

“You think of dating her for longer?” Carlos asked.

“Of course, sir.” Henry said,

“Ah, escucha eso, ‘sir’, mira que respetuoso me salió. Listen, Y/N is a good girl, she worked hard in her music, bought this house for me y mi mujer, and if you break her heart or hurt her in anyway, I know some people.” Carlos threatened and Henry got paler.

Carlos laughed. “Ah, te estoy vacilando, it was a joke, you seem like a good person, you know how to grill?” Henry let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah, yes, I know how to grill.” Henry said.

“Good, pass me the orange container, it has the ribs.” Carlos said. Henry did what he was told and gave Y/N a thumbs up. Y/N gave him one back.

“You think your güero can eat what we brought?” Diego asked.

“Let’s hope so, as long as he doesn’t add salsa, it should be fine.” Y/N said. She looked over to where Henry was grilling with her dad, they’re gonna last, maybe not forever, but they would totally last.

Everyone was eating.

“Mija, te salió muy bien la pasta.” Carolina said.

“Gracias, me ayudó Henry también.” Y/N said, making sure she knew.

“Who knew you could cook, Henry, and with seasoning.” Carolina said, sitting down to eat. Henry looked at Y/N and she put her hands up in surrender. Everyone was serving themselves until.

“Haz platos para sus hombres también, que no se te olvide.” Chelis announced.

“Ay mamá, mas anticuada no puedes ser, ellos tienen manos, que se sirven solos.” Majo told her mom.

“Whats happening?” Henry whispered in Y/N’s ear.

“Do you see why I couldn’t come here alone? Just don’t serve yourself any salsa, the sauces are usually very spicy, the rest should be good to eat. There’s tacos dorados that have potatoes, some are chicken, others are beans, it’s a surprise. Take one of each, I’m sure you’ll like it.” Y/N whispered back to him. Everyone serves their own plate porque así debe ser, and they were all chatting, mainly trying to get to know Henry.

“So Henry, You’re a good looking man, why are you here with Y/N? I’m sure you can do a lot better.” Chela said and Majo states at her mom and mouthed her apology to Y/N.

“Has she been telling you this the entire time? Asking why I’m here with you?” Henry asked Y/N and Y/N just nodded. Henry stood up from his seat. “Listen, Graciela, I fell for Y/N the moment I saw her, I don’t know what you have been telling her since we got here but I have had enough. She didn’t want to come here alone and now I know why. If she shows up alone, you’ll ask why she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she shows up with me, you ask her why I’m here with her, that’s enough.” Henry said, Y/N pulled his arm to sit him back down.

“Perdón, Y/N, que Pena contigo.” Chela said and Y/N just nodded, it was nice to have someone other than her cousins defend her. “I’m sorry to you too, Henry.” Henry nodded his head and everyone continued eating. By the time they were finished, they went their “separate ways”.

In the carne asada, there were 3 sections, where the cousins were talking about their memories, what they’ve been up to. The aunts and her mom were talking about neighborhood gossip and about their kids. And of course the uncles and her dad drinking and talking about whatever.

“How did you and Henry meet?” Maite asked again.

“Well my coworker Eiza wanted to set me up with her, saying she was going to be at the after party. I didn’t want to be set up but when I went to the after party, I saw this beautiful woman dancing like she was the only one in the room, she captured everyone’s attention, including mine. Eiza noticed I was staring at the dancer and it turned out to be Y/N so Eiza called her over and there you have it.” Henry told them.

“Mira eso, prima, lo dejaste embobado desde el primer momento.” Ponchó said, petting Concha that went up to him.

“Así es, I thank our parents for playing Shakira when we were growing up.” Y/N said, raising her beer bottle to toast.

“Speaking of Shakira, how did you dance when he spotted you?” Chiquis asked, connecting her phone to the Bluetooth speaker that Peluche carried. It started playing the song ‘hips don’t lie’ and everyone was cheering ‘oh’.

“Alright, alright, I’ll show y’all.” Y/N said, getting up from her chair, handing Henry her beer. “It was something like this.”

Everyone was cheering, Henry was whistling, they were just having a good time.

“Pero ya, i guess that’s how Henry fell for me.” Y/N said, sitting on Henry’s lap now, taking her beer form his hand.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Henry kissed her.

“Mira Que lindo, pero no sé comen delante de los pobres.” Juan Luis said, sipping his beer.

“No que tienes novia, hermano?” Yeimy asked.

“Pero no está aquí, boba.” Juan Luis said.

“Wait Henry, why did you really like my dancing?” Y/N asked.

“You want the really answer or the savory answer?” Henry asked and Y/N hit his chest playfully. “Alright, alright, you were having fun, I wanted to be with someone I could have fun with. That, and the way you moved your hips gave me an idea of how you would be in other activities.” Henry smirked and Y/N laughed.

“Ay, you’re so dirty.” Y/N said, placing her head in the crook of his neck. “How you like my family?”

“I think I could come over more often, if you invite me, of course.” Henry said.

“Of course.” Y/N repeated and they kissed, his hands on her waist.

Taglist: @f10werfae @warriormirkwood @marieksg

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill

[andthatisnotfake]

39 and 54 please 😊

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

For you, a bit of the DRUK2 X-mas fic I'll one day finish:

“Veronica isn’t in a relationship as much as she has a sugar mama”, Tia explains, and Joe swats her shoulder. “Tia!”

“Hey, I’m driving!” she complains right back, but again Veronica only laughs.

“That’s fine, she’s right, I do have a sugar mama. She’s a 53, hot MILF, successful businesswoman who loves giving me everything I desire and then some.”

“Damn.” Joe whistles. “Where do I get one of those?”

“Joe, darling, you already have two wives, I think that’s enough for the time being,” Cherry says, only partly teasing.

“Uh-oh, someone’s jealous,” Tia remarks, also only partly teasing.

“DRIVE FASTER, MOTHERFUCKER!!!” Someone yells next to Tia’s window from a yellow motorcycle quickly passing them.

“WHAT THE—” Tia startles slightly before she regains control of herself and pulls her window down to yell back, the harsh cold wind blowing her hair back and a few snowflakes getting into the car.

“I NEARLY CRASHED, YOU ASSHOLES!!!”

The person in the back of the motorcycle turns around and flips them off.

“Why are they moving ahead of us?” Cherry asks. “Do they even know where they’re going?”

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

When it's done lol. I do love sharing it. But also, if it's a longer fic, I love planning it and thinking of the scenes, maybe creating a moodboard or a playlist. And some scenes are really fun to write!

Thank you for asking!

Fic writer asks

#ask games

[plegdoctor]

Rating characters from my fics based on how likely they are to wear crocs

Green Sleeves Tia and Veronica 0/10. Crocs did not exist

Science project A’whora 1/10. She wouldn’t be caught dead in them. This is in contrast to TSP Tayce who wore them when she was little and misses them every day (4/10)

Winners never quit 10/10. All of them wear them off the mat because it’s practically illegal to get the mat dirty. Except for A’whora who wears sliders, 5/10

LWBE tia and Veronica 10/10. Tia occasionally wears them to work. On their one month anniversary she gets Vee a little chameleon shaped jibbit. Vee gets Tia three new pairs of crocs for their three year (red gold and green ones x)

About Last Christmas 6/10. Not Ellie’s fave shoes but she does have a pair. Loz also has a pair that they take everywhere with them, because inevitably Ellie’s feet will hurt in her massive heels and Loz can just whip out the crocs

JCYE 0/10 crocs don’t exist and they’re not very practical

WTPBHF 0/10. Crocs did not exist

#i don’t even know what to say about this #green sleeves #the science project #winners never quit #loving would be easy #about last Christmas #just close your eyes #when the pretty birds have flown

[sapphicsupremacist]

if you had told me a year ago that there would be an a'whora x tia/veronica besties era I wouldn't have believed you

#we love to see it #rip taywhora you served us well back in the day

[emowithoddsocks]

Everything is gonna be okay- Tia x Veronica

Summary: Tia has a panic attack after her lip sync against Asttina and Veronica is there to get her though it.

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Tia wasn’t okay. She hadn’t been okay since walking down the runway in that awful thing she had created. Knowing that you’re in the bottom two is one thing but actually having to fight for your spot in the competition against another queen, who everyone was routing for, brought on a whole over state of emotion.

Tia had been prepared to accept her fate, say goodbye to her sisters and leave with a witty catchphrase that would haunt her forever. However, things came crashing down the second she was announced the victor. Oddly enough the panic fully set in half way through the de-dragging process. Sometimes when she looked in the mirror too long her brain became a cloud of negative thoughts about herself.

‘You don’t deserve to still be here.’

‘No one wants you here.’

Tia shook her head in hope it would make the comments stop. She wiped the remaining makeup from her face as quickly as she could, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

Her mind was rapidly spiralling out of control. Tia’s body had begun to shut down as she cried with it becoming harder and harder for her to breath normally. She pressed the palms of her hands against her eyes in an attempt to stop tears falling from her stinging eyes. It felt like this was it, she’d hit rock bottom. Any moment now she would told it was all a mistake and she’d be going home.

Suddenly Tia could hear someone. They were close by but seemed miles apart. A light touch to her back guided her away from the mirror and too the pink couch. Whoever it was pulled Tia down onto their lap, letting her curl into their chest. A few moments of trying to catch her breath and she could hear the voice this time, more clearly.

“You’re safe. I’ve got you.” Of course, it had to be Veronica, who else had cared for her so much throughout the competition. “Tia can you hear me honey? Just nod if you can’t speak.”

Tia nodded against Veronica’s shoulder.

“Good.” Veronica smiled “Tia look at me, please.” Veronica lifted Tia’s chin to bring her face to eye level. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying but Veronica though she was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “You belong here. You are worthy of everything you have fought for.”

Tia sniffled and gave a squeeze to Veronica’s hand when she found it with her own.

The pair sat in silence for a few minutes while Tia calmed down. One by one the other queens came to sit around them but said nothing to not disturb the peace.

“We have to go soon Tia, is there anything you need to take back to the hotel?” Veronica asked.

Tia shook her head.

“Come on then babs, let’s get back before we all fall asleep here.” Ginny yawned and encouraged everyone to start moving.

Veronica helped Tia off of the couch their hands still connected as they slowly walked towards the werk room exit.

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Once packed into the van next to Veronica, Tia finally spoke to her.

“Thank you.” She whispered, resting her head on Veronica’s shoulder and closing her eyes.

Veronica placed a small kiss on the younger queen’s forehead before resting her head on top of Tia’s.

For now everything was okay.

#Tia Kofi x Veronica Green #rpdr fanfiction #Tia Kofi #Veronica Green #Oneshots #tw panic attack #fluff #hurt/comfort

[chibipeachu]

Beauty & The Seven Foot Frame

Villain!Bruno X Reader

Chapter Thirteen

in case you missed chap 12

Continuation of this series

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Unbeknown to y/n, a figure walked up from behind her. Y/n went to wipe her eyes but stopped at the sight of a pink handkerchief. Y/n looked up and saw Isabela standing there and Dolores running up. “What are you two doing out this late?” y/n asked the pair while trying to cover up the fact that she was crying.

“Dolores ran to my room and said we need to find you!” isabela sat down next to y/n, dolores doing the same on the other side of y/n. “Don’t tell abuela..please” Dolores said quietly to y/n, who smiled and nodded. “I won’t!” The trio sat in silence and watched the stars “You changed tio bruno..you know he never sat down at the dinner table and ate with us every night.” Dolores told y/n “Yeah and he wouldn’t ever fight a guy just for ANY girl!” isabela added. Making y/n laugh a bit at isabela’s hint.

“And he wouldn’t show just anyone our telenovelas!” Dolores told y/n who smiled at the pair.

“Please come back tia. He hasn’t been the same since you left.” Isabela pleaded. Y/n sighed and looked at the stars then back at the duo. “I’ll think about it..ok?” the girls nod at y/n “Now I think you two should go back before your parents find out you both snuck out!” y/n playfully scolded the girls who giggled and got up from the grass, along with y/n. 

As the girls made their way back to the casita, Dolores pulled y/n back a little and whispered to her “Everything will work out, I know it!” y/n smiled at dolores who went to run to catch up with isa but quickly ran back to y/n. “I think you're perfect as yourself and not as your sister! And you are a perfect wife for my tio bruno!” y/n smiled and hugged dolores and whispered a thank you.

“Dolores hurry!” Isabela told her younger cousin as she held a vine that mimicked  a ladder. Dolores quickly ran over and waved at y/n before she started climbing up. “Bye tia! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Isabela whisper yelled to y/n before she started to climb the makeshift ladder.

Once y/n knew isabela and dolores were back in the house. She walked back to her family’s house.

Once y/n walked inside she saw her siblings surrounding her mama. “Look at what you did! You made y/n run away from here, what would papa think right now if he knew his wife made his youngest daughter run away!” Veronica was the only Rivera child who had enough confidence to confront their mother whenever she would be unfair to her siblings or cousins.

“Your papa would have understood why I did it!” Veronica scoffed, Alejandro and Fernando noticed y/n in the hallway watching her mama and older sister bicker back and forth.

“No he wouldn’t have, he would have been out there looking for his daughter! What fernando?” Veronica asked her older brother “um” he tilted his head in y/n’s direction. Veronica looked over and ran to hug her sister. “Oh dios mío!” Veronica practically squeezed y/n “Don’t you ever do that again! Understood?” Alejandro and Fernando joined the hug. Y/n nodded at her siblings.

“See she’s fine!” Esperanza stormed off, clearly upset at her children defending the youngest. “Just ignore her. All that matters is that you're ok!” Alejandro told his sister. “How are you feeling right now?” Fernando asked as Veronica led y/n back into her room and sat her down on the bed.

“I just wanna be alone right now if I can. Just to think about everything” the siblings gave a worried look to each other before nodding and left her room to let her be alone.

Once the door was shut y/n looked over to her desk and saw she still had fabric left over. She walked over to her desk and started making clothes for bruno. She had noticed that day when she cleaned his room he didn’t own very many clothes. So she took it into her own hands to make him some. As much as it hurt her to think about him she couldn’t stop. Y/n knew she should’ve listened to Bruno but she felt hurt in the moment and left casita. Y/n decided to write Bruno a letter, explaining how she felt in the moment. She hated the fact that no matter how mad she was at him she still cared deeply for him. Y/n sighed and put down the sewing needle as she thought of her and bruno.

“What’s a secret you’ve never told anyone?” Bruno asked y/n who thought about it “I haven’t had my first kiss yet.” Y/n looked away from bruno. Bruno realized he hadn’t ever kissed y/n. “I haven’t had mine either.” he gave y/n a small smile. 

He chuckled and stood up and handed the roses to y/n “These are for you my florist says the red means…love!” Bruno hesitated to say love. “Well these are lovely, so thank you!” y/n smiled at bruno.

Bruno snuck up to the tree y/n was hiding behind. And tried to scare her but she wasn’t there. y/n held in a giggle as she stood behind him with a snowball in hand.

Y/n laughed as she watched Bruno acted out the plot twist of the telenovela. “And then josefina will be like-! Why are you laughing?” Bruno asked. “It’s just how much detail you put into these just for the girls!” y/n smiled at him which caused bruno to blush at y/n who smiled and laid back down in their now shared bed.

Y/n sat there as she thought over their moments together. “God I would do anything for him...I love him with his stupid telenovela twists-!” y/n stopped her thoughts as she realized what she had unconsciously said love…”did I just say I love bruno…” y/n said out loud to herself, y/n stood up and paced around her room. “No I don’t! He was mean and he lied to me!” y/n tried to convince herself. “But I'm sure he didn’t mean to hurt my feelings by not telling me!” y/n went back and forth with herself for a bit before she realized. 

“Oh my god i’m in love with bruno!” y/n said quietly to herself as she slowly sat herself down on her desk chair. “I’m in love with bruno madrigal!” y/n smiled as she said it a second time. She jumped out of the desk chair and grabbed her old stationery kit from her closet and wrote Bruno a letter so the next day she could go and deliver him the clothes she was gonna make him and the letter.

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Y/n woke up, her neck hurting. She quickly realized she had fallen asleep while sewing Bruno's clothes. “Bruno..That’s right!” y/n thought to herself causing her to quickly shoot up from her desk. She looked out her window and saw it was very cloudy that day. “Poor pepa…” y/n grabbed a small basket she had stored in her closet.

Once y/n had packed the basket with clothes for Bruno before she left her room she put the letter as well in there. She walked over to her door and let out a sigh she didn’t realize she was holding. She opened the door and walked out to the kitchen where her family was making breakfast. “Buenos dias everyone!” She greeted as she placed the basket down and a spare chair in the kitchen.

Veronica, Alejandro, Fernando and victor looked at each other confused as to why y/n was in an upbeat mood after what had happened the night before “what happened to her?” Victor mouthed to Alejandro who just shrugged. “Morning y/n!” tia gabriella greeted her niece. “Mija, could you help us make-!” y/n cut off her tia by putting on her old apron and started helping with breakfast.

Gabriella gave Veronica a look of “What happened to her!?” Veronica smiled and shrugged as she watched y/n make migas con huevo for everyone. Slowly everyone woke up and walked to the kitchen to eat

Everything was going fine till Esperanza walked into the kitchen with Dante following behind her. Everyone went silent and noticed Dante had a black eye. Dante pulled out Esperanza's chair for her before sitting down next to her. “Morning mama! Here’s your tea.” y/n placed down the cup in front of her mama before going back to get the plate for her mama. 

The whole Rivera family had a silent conversation about Dante being there.

“Y/n get a cup of coffee for dante!” Esperanza told y/n who carried her mama’s food to the table. “Yes mama!” y/n placed down the plate before running back to the kitchen.

“Esperanza, what is Dante doing here?” Gabriella questioned her sister in law. “He and y/n are going to be wed since y/n and bruno aren’t working out and dante’s family offered to pay for her dowry!” Esperanza said calmly, taking a sip of her tea.

Veronica looked at her mother in shock, Fernando had his mouth open due to the shock. Alejandro and Victor spat out their drinks at Esperanza's statement. The whole table went into shock really. “WHAT!” Gabriella freaked out 

“Where is y/n, Y/N!” Esperanza called out for her youngest. “Y/N?” Veronica stood up and walked to the kitchen, preparing to comfort her sister but walked into an empty kitchen.

Veronica silently laughed as she looked out the kitchen door and saw y/n’s apron thrown on the roads. She also noticed an empty mug on the countertop. She also noticed the basket y/n carried into the kitchen was gone from the spare chair.

While Esperanza announced y/n’s “new marriage” to the family, y/n was listening but once she heard about her being arranged to dante she ran to the casita hoping bruno was still at the house.

Just y/n’s luck, he had just left the house to go and try to talk to her. As y/n approached casita she noticed it was only felix and agustin cleaning the courtyard. She ran up to the pair. “Is Bruno here?” Y/n asked the pair in a rush, scared her family noticed she was gone. Which they did but she didn’t know that yet.

“No, he just left to find you!” Y/n groaned at agustin’s statement. “Um ok thanks. Oh and if my family asks if you saw me, no you didn’t!” y/n ran towards the river, her and bruno went to, in hopes of him being there. 

Meanwhile at the Rivera house Bruno knocked on the door. A worried Dante opened the door. Dante realized it was Bruno and went to shut the door but Bruno put his hand on the door to hold it open. “Where’s y/n?” Dante just scoffed and rolled his eyes at Bruno before walking away. 

While walking away Veronica purposely bumped Dante into the wall. “Out of the way!” Victor and the twins do the same to dante. “Bruno! what are you doing here!” Veronica asked the confused man. “I’m here for y/n! Please Veronica, I just wanna talk to her.” he pleaded to her. “She left and I assumed she went to see you!” Bruno's eyes widened. He turned his head towards Casita trying to see if he could see her there. “Oh thanks veronica! Victor, twins!” Bruno gave them a quick smile before running towards casita.

“Did Bruno just smile at us?” Veronica smiled as she watched Bruno run towards the casita. “Yep.”

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“Felix-!” Bruno cut himself off by falling as he ran up to the doorway. “Felix, where is y/n!” Felix and Agustin looked at eachother then pointed towards the river. “She’s looking for you!” Bruno nodded at his brother-in-laws before running to the river. Where he barely missed y/n who walked to the market square hoping to find Bruno there. 

Dolores was walking with Isabela around the town, nervous about what she heard about y/n getting married to dante. The girls saw y/n looking around the market, hoping to see bruno. They ran up to her.

“Tia!” isabela hugged y/n’s waist while dolores hugged y/n’s front. “Hi girls, have you seen your tio bruno? It’s important-!” “about how you love him?” Dolores tilted her head at y/n who was taken back before nodding at the girls. “YOU LOVE TIO-!” Dolores shushed Isabela. “I last saw him this morning at breakfast!” isabela said excitedly that y/n had loved her tio. Y/n was shoved into a shop by dolores who looked around cautiously. “What is it dolores?” y/n only got shushed in response. “They're coming over so hide!” isabela looked around the shop and saw vases and led y/n away from the front of the shop.

 Dante and y/n’s family walked into the market square, esperanza and dante trying to find y/n while the rest of the Riveras just opened up their shops. Once Dolores heard and watched them walk somewhere else, she signaled to isabela that y/n could come out.

“Dolores go find tio bruno!” isa told her younger cousin as she led y/n to the middle of the marketplace.

“Isabela!” julieta called out. “I’m sorry tia, I have to go!” y/n smiled and nodded at her niece. Before isabela left she gave y/n another hug.

Y/n made eye contact with her mama in the marketplace. That caused Y/n to run out of the market.

Dolores had barely led Bruno to where y/n was standing. When y/n had to run. Poor dolores looked like she was gonna have a breakdown if her tio didn’t find out her tia loved him.

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It was around late afternoon when esperanza had stopped looking for y/n. Y/n was able to hide away from her family by staying at the river. 

Y/n froze as she heard a noise coming from the forest. She got ready to run but the figures reassured her not to. “Y/n?” It was bruno.

“Where have you been? Are you alright? Are you hurt!?” Y/n chuckled as he worried over her. “I’m alright! I promise.” y/n smiled at bruno. “Y/n i’m-!” “Bruno listen I-!” They both stopped so the other could talk first.  

“You can go first!” Bruno and y/n said at the same time which made them laugh a little.

“Y/n, listen I’m sorry for keeping the vision a secret. I was just scared about how you would react if you found out.”

“I mean I don’t exactly have a perfect reputation with the people in town!” Y/n smiled as Bruno talked. “And you!” Bruno sighed and looked at y/n. “You’re just so perfect! Then there’s me the encanto's “scariest- cursed” man! I just didn’t want you to go with someone else. I’ll let you yell at me as much as you want, I’ll let you or your siblings beat me up if you want that, y/n I’m in-” bruno hesitated for a second before he let out a breath and held y/n’s hands “I’m in love with you Y/n! I would walk the desert for you! I’d do anything for you y/n!” Bruno told y/n who was smiling widely.

“Oh bruno!” y/n hugged bruno. Y/n smacked Bruno's arm “Damn it Bruno!” “Oww, What was that for?” Bruno asked y/n as he rubbed where she had smacked him. “I was gonna give you this letter I had written last night. It had everything I love about you, I had clothes I made along with it but I left my basket-!” y/n was cut off by isabela handing y/n said basket before running back to where the younger madrigals and y/n’s niece watched Bruno and y/n confess. “You love me!?” Bruno was shocked at y/n’s words.

“Damn it!” y/n put her hands on her face. She didn’t mean for the word to escape. Bruno laughed and hugged y/n tightly.

“I love you y/n rivera! I would yell it out so the whole village could hear!” y/n laughed and looked at bruno. “Oh really?” y/n challenged. “I LOVE Y/N RIV-!” y/n shushed Bruno while laughing.

“What, you doubted me!” Bruno smiled at y/n who was giggling. They both leaned in close to each other and ended up kissing each other. Y/n pulled away from bruno due to her noticing bruno cringing when y/n had her arm around his waist “What’s wrong bruno?” Bruno chuckled and looked away from y/n “I may have gotten into another fight with Dante or maybe I didn't, who knows!” he shrugged which made y/n giggle “that explains why dante had a black eye- wait you were the people fighting in the alley!” y/n’s eyes widened as she started to check Bruno for injuries. “I’m ok mi vida!” Bruno held y/n chin and kissed her once again. They both pulled away as they heard someone yell out.

“Y/N Y/M/N RIVERA!” just y/n’s luck, esperanza had finally found her daughter. Dante followed shortly behind her mother.

“Oh god..” y/n sighed and turned to esperanza and dante. “Mama.” she said flatly. “Where have you been!” y/n just stood there watching as her mama yelled at her. “I do not care if you and bruno made up, you’ve had too many problems with this marriage! It’s better to just move on with dante! He’s willing to put behind you that you were previously married!” Bruno noticed y/n stepped in front of him when her mama brought up their marriage.

“I don’t want to marry dante! I’m married to Bruno mama! You do this every time I find something I love! You go and ruin it for me!” Y/n saw Veronica and the others walking over to the river where her sister and mother were. “You're a disgrace to your papa’s name!” y/n sighed tiredly. “Really cause the papa I knew would be happy for me no matter what I'd do!” Y/n had taken Esperanza off guard by defending herself against her. “You want me to marry dante mama! Because you never got that option with papa! I’m not Veronica! Yes I'm not a perfect wife to Bruno but I'm a pretty good one! I’m not you or Veronica mama!” y/n let out a sigh. 

“Just let me be happy for once mama!” y/n pleaded. Esperanza sighed and looked between y/n and bruno.

Esperanza saw so much of her younger self in her. “Dante go! The arrangement is off! Go before I have Bruno beat you up!” Everyone was taken off guard especially y/n, she was fully expecting her mama to drag her away from bruno. Dante scoffed as y/n ran up to her mother and hugged her. Bruno walked closer to Dante in an intimidating way. Dante quickly backed up and ran away from the river. 

“Y/n, mija I only try to protect you. But I need to stop…you're already old enough to handle yourself! God, you remind me so much of myself in you!” y/n teared up a little and laughed.  

Esperanza savored y/n’s hug for a bit. Esperanza saw Bruno just awkwardly standing there. She laughed and gestured for him to join the hug. He declined at first. He then got pulled into the hug by y/n.

“Y/n, you and Bruno should have a coup-!” “No mama, we aren't ready for kids yet!” Bruno chuckled as Esperanza sighed at y/n and him.

Two Years Later

“The princess tearfully professes her love to the beast, and the spell is undone, reviving the beast and restoring his human form along with all his servants and his castle. The Prince and the princess hosted a ball for the kingdom, where they danced happily. And They lived happily ever after!” Y/n smiled as the kids started to clap. 

The story reminded y/n of her relationship with bruno. Y/n bowed as she stood up and walked over to Bruno who had been watching y/n as she read the story to the kids of the encanto.

“Does the story remind you of anybody?” Bruno chuckled and nodded at y/n, he put his arm around y/n’s waist. A lot of things had changed during those two years. Dante and his family had left the encanto, Y/n and Bruno now had twins it wasn’t easy they both came earlier than planned, They had one boy and one girl. They named their son victor, and named the girl victoria. Y/n’s brother-in-law laughed when y/n and Bruno told y/n’s family the names they picked out.

“You both are gonna name your twins after my husband! Yet when I suggested Veronica or Roni I got a no! That’s unfair!” Veronica jokes as she hugged y/n then Bruno, y/n’s siblings doing the same thing. Y/n was pulled out of her thoughts as Dolores approached the pair, holding a distressed victor in her arms.

“Tia! He wants you!” Dolores handed Victor over to y/n. Isabela and luisa played with Victoria on the courtyard floor, growing soft little flowers for the baby to touch.

“You're such a mama’s boy!” Bruno teased the ten month old. Who gave a toothless smile as he laid his head on y/n’s chest to hear her heartbeat. “Like Victoria doesn't always want to be next to you!” y/n teased back making bruno let out a laugh. 

Y/n smiled and laughed as julieta had picked up baby mirabel’s hand and made her wave at y/n and victor, y/n did the same with victor’s chubby little arm. Despite Y/n and Bruno having a rocky beginning at the start of their marriage, they had finally steady out and now it was calm. They both learned to communicate with each other better instead of one of them storming off.

There was a big change in both of them and the riveras and the madrigals all saw it too. If anyone tried to say anything bad about Bruno, they better watch out for his wife who would try to fight anyone who talked bad about her or her husband.

“Hey me and you are beauty and the seven foot frame!” Bruno pointed out which made y/n laugh “you wish you were seven feet tall! You're six foot something!” the couple laughed. Bruno held y/n’s cheek and kissed her.

Taglist ❣ (Open): @elfwoodfae​ @rhys-cosmos​ @diasnohibng​ @millyrious​ @quiznakblue​ @cadet-m​ @rihoko-ack​ @mikalei​ @uselesssapphickitten​ @rennaisancebaby​ @savagenctzen​ @slytherinxhunter​ @simpfortheratking​ @piscesarts​ @peachyistired​ @somanyminidragons​ @localdepressedvampire​ @psychadelichues​ @zavagebaby​

A/N: THE BEAUTY & THE SEVEN FOOT FRAME OF THE STORY IS DONE!! NOW ONTO THE ACTUAL MOVIE PART OF THE STORY!! I’m sorry if there’s anything that doesn’t look right, I'm currently at the doctor’s office and I normally post from my laptop but I can’t rn so I'm sorry! Please give me feedback on the series! Ok I hope you all have a lovely day/night!

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal x y/n #encanto bruno x reader #bruno encanto x reader #bruno x reader #encanto fanfic #bruno encanto #bruno x y/n #bruno x you

[ellavaday]

RPDR ASK GAME

(international queens edition)

1. rock m sakura what are some of your favorite fandoms

2. bendelacreme tell us a controversial opinion

3. jujubee is there something in life where you keep on trying and trying again? tell us what keeps you motivated to not give up!

4. shea coulee tell us something you like about your best friend

5. aquaria what is your favorite fashion designer?

6. monet x change do you have siblings? what's your relationship with them like?

7. mo heart thoughts on animal print?

8. lemon favorite fruit

9. priyanka do you like your name or prefer to go by a nickname

10. juice boxx favorite drink

11. icesis couture neon or pastel colors

12. pythia do you have a favorite mythological creature?

13. synthia kiss how do people greet each other where you come from? do they kiss, hug, shake hands?

14. blu hydrangea favorite color?

15. cheryl hole if you and your friends were in a girl group what would it be called?

16. divina del campo what is your favorite subject? tell us a fun fact about it

17. bimini bon boulash are you vegan? what do you think about veganism

18. lawrence cheney without telling us the name, tell what's your favorite tv show, try to convince us to watch it

19. tia kofi are you a coffee person or a tea person

20. awhora stone, gold, glass... what is your heart made out of?

21. tayce what is the strangest outfit you've ever worn?

22. veronica green favorite song to sing in the shower, go!

23. cherry valentine what is your favorite flower

24. krystal versace what style icon do you take inspiration from

25. ella vaday what's the first impression people usually get from you?

26. choriza may if you could move to any country in the world where would you go?

27. vanity milan what is the sweetest thing someone has done for you (recently)?

28. river medway favorite childhood show?

29. kitty scott klaus tell us about something funny that has recently happened to you

30. envy peru what are you really good at?

#rpdr #ask games #yes there's a couple of us girls here too #i am sorry im deranged and i needed the asks to be an even number ok #ask game

[playsthetics]

ESTP - The Entrepreneur, The Persuader, The Dynamo. 🧨🥁🧲

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Cant Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Tia Tamera - Doja Cat ft Rico Nasty

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

American Idiot - Green Day

Stupid - Ashnikko ft Yung Baby Tate

Revolution - The Veronicas

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

Angel Of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

Shut Up And Drive - Rihanna

X Gon’ Give It To Ya - DMX

Piece Of Me - Britney Spears

SICKO MODE - Travis Scott

Acting Like That - YUNGBLUD ft Machine Gun Kelly

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

No Role Modelz - J. Cole

Woman Like Me - Little Mix ft Nicki Minaj

#ESTP #mbti #aesthetic #moodboard #playlist #the entrepreneur #the persuader #the dynamo #extrovert #sensing #thinking #thinker #perceptive #persuasive #red #aggressive #badass #energetic #dark red #neon red #revolution #ESTP aesthetic #ESTP Moodboard #ESTP playlist

[missjanjie]

Follower Survey Results

thank you to everyone that participated! this has been a v interesting little research project of mine. ill post the favorite queens/ships charts here and all the other graphs and the full results for queens/ships under the cut if you're curious :)

1. Denali Foxx (29)

2. Jan Sport/Rosé (18)

3. Gottmik (10)

4. Jackie Cox (7)

5. Katya Zamolodchikova (6)

1. Rosnali (36)

2. Jankie (20)

3. Gottrosnali (15)

4. Crygi/Lemyanka (8)

5. Gottrosé (7)

Notes:

these results are based on 62 responses

there is overlap with the favorite seasons, because apparently a few of you have never taken a multiple choice test before

for favorite ships i excluded ones along the lines of '[queen]/anyone' for clarity

i did not specify that the favorite queens had to be rugirls, so i am including all queens in the results (and yall have good taste)

Favorite Queens

Five Votes

Priyanka

Four Votes

Gigi Goode

Bob the Drag Queen

Three Votes

Olivia Lux

Kameron Michaels

Shea Couleé

Lemon

Adore Delano

Jinkx Monsoon

Crystal Methyd

Sasha Velour

Symone

Nicky Doll

Tayce

Asia O'Hara

Violet Chachki

Two Votes

Bianca Del Rio

Bimini Bon Boulash

Monique Heart

Monét X Change

Aquaria

Yvie Oddly

Raja Gemini

Brooke Lynn Hytes

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo

One Vote

Etcetera Etcetera

Ilona Verley

Pearl Liason

Veronica Green

Tia Kofi

Alyssa Edwards

Farrah Moan

Coco Jumbo

Priscilla Chambers

Jaida Essence Hall

Courtney Act

Utica Queen

Lagoona Bloo

Max Malanaphy

A'whora

BenDelaCreme

Jujubee

Alaska Thunderfuck

Asttina Mandela

Art Simone

Darby Lynn Cartwright

Lala Ri

Favorite Ships

Five Votes

Taywhora

Four Votes

Halldoll

Branjie

Trixya

Two Votes

Rosejan

Synali

Biadore

Scyvie

Sashea

Pearlet

Luxica

Gimone

One Vote

Vatya

Sylivia

Ninex

Lemonjuice

Gottlux

Boboxx

Pearl/Miss Fame

Greentia

Diamond Chaney

MoMo

Deladore

Rosé/Denali/Mik/Olivia

Violax

Nackie

Jankiedoll

Bryvie

Gottfoxx

Asttimini

#survey results

[artificialqueens]

When The Pretty Birds Have Flown, Chapter One (Greentia) - Plegdoctor

A/N: At heart I am an English student with a deep deep love of Jane Austen, so I thought why not just combine two of the things I hold dearest in my heart? Thus, Pride and Prejudice AU. I hope you enjoy it!

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman in possession of great fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Tia scoffs at the newest addition to what her sister Eleanor (affectionately known throughout the family as Ellie) calls ‘the art wall’, a collection of embroideries and cross stitches most recently completed by her spectacularly accomplished sisters. She rips it down with a little more vigour than intended and walks into the drawing room brandishing it like a weapon.

“Fess up!” She cries, finding that luckily all four sisters lounged there. “Who sewed such a monstrosity?”

The youngest two, Tayce and Ellie, pounce. Tayce holds it steady whilst Ellie squints at it, her face taking on the serious expression of an art critic. Tia sits heavily down next to Bimini, who links their arms in a show of support.

“Well I have come to one conclusion.” Ellie says, her blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders as she looks up. Her eyes meet Tia’s, full of mischief. “It’s not your work, darling Tia.”

“But how can you know for sure, El?” Pippa has not looked up from her book, her eyes still scanning the page as she drawls the sentence that is about to lead to Tia’s downfall.

“It’s quite simple, Sister.” Tayce grins. “There are no stitches falling out-“

“It looks rather neat-“ Ellie follows.

“And Mother put it up on the art wall!” They finish together.

Tia’s grunt of frustration is not heard amongst their laughter, as she attempts to leap forward to chase her sisters and finds herself chained to the sofa by Bimini’s surprisingly strong arm. “Am I really that bad at sewing, Bim Bim?” She asks.

Bimini puts down their letter and strokes Tia’s face. “Yes.” They say gently. Tia sighs.

“But it’s okay, Ti! Any good wife won’t care a jot for how well you can sew. She’ll want to know how well you can destroy bed sheets.” Ellie winks, jumping up to walk to the window. Bimini shoots her a warning look that she promptly ignores.

Pippa tucks her feet under herself, still engrossed in her book. “You shan’t get a wife talking like that, Ellie.” She remarks drily. “The best you will do is a common farm boy.”

Ellie tears herself away from the window to lunge for her middle sister. Pip pre-empts the attack and vaults herself over the sofa, book forgotten as she ducks under Tayce’s arm. All three of them are lost in a flurry of giggles, and Tia can only smile fondly with Bim as she watches her sisters.

They’re not real sisters in the way others would see it, as in they weren’t all birthed from the same mother. Bimini is a Bennett by blood, the first and only born. Then came Tia, brought in by a family who were struggling to find a home for their orphaned niece. Then Phillipa (or Pippa, as she prefers to be known) was left on their doorstep as a baby (“Really, anyone would think they were mistaking our house for the orphanage!” Mrs Bennett scoffed to her husband as she rocked her new sleeping baby in her arms). Tayce was a special case, proclaimed to be the last. Until Mr Bennett’s sister turned to her sister-in-law in a state, babe in arms and sobbing that she was unfit to care for her. Mrs Bennett took one look at Ellie’s big blue eyes and wispy blonde hair, and a new Bennett sister joined the flock.

But they’re real sisters in the way they tease each other, the way they squabble over hair pins and ribbons, the way they teach each other new piano tunes, the way they love each other.

They’re real sisters in the way that Tia knows, from Pippa’s slight flinch at the original question, that her middle sister is the criminal of the court. She satisfies herself in knowing that she’ll find a suitable punishment for her later.

“Is it today that you’re meeting with Cherry?” Bimini asks amongst the chaos.

Tia nods. “She should be coming by fairly soon. Would you like to walk with us?”

“Nah, I’d hate to interrupt your gossip. I should stay and watch this rabble.”

“Oh, were you talking about Cherry?” Ellie interrupts, further proving that she is the rabble that Bimini refers to. “She was walking up a few minutes ago.”

“Well why didn’t you say!” Tia’s exasperated tone slips a cheeky smile back on Ellie’s face, Bimini’s sunny laughter lighting up the room just as the knock at the door is heard. Tia nods her goodbyes to each of her sisters before slipping into the hallway to grab her bonnet, linking arms with Cherry, and heading away.

Once they are clear of the house, Cherry shakes Tia’s arm. “Tell me that you’ve heard the news!” She enthuses.

“Miss Valentine.” Tia says teasingly. “Come, this is not a proper way to behave in public.”

Cherry rolls her eyes and tugs her friend over to the small stream – their small stream, where they have all of their secrets exchanged. “I’m surprised, I thought Mrs Bennett would be all a flutter.” Her tone, laced with meaning that only Tia would be able to pick up on, makes her pause.

“You don’t mean-“

Cherry nods. “I do mean.”

“The Netherfield house is let!”

“At last!” Cherry laughs jubilantly. “My mother has been saying for ages that it will eventually have to be occupied by somebody.”

“And presumably Mrs Valentine knows exactly who it is?”

“Mrs Valentine has not stopped talking about it.” They’re seated now, upon some flat rocks that hold them just out of the way so that their skirts do not get drenched. “I am but four and twenty and already she thinks I am destined to be a spinster.”

Tia chuckles. “Mine is quite the same. The lady of the house could be short.”

“Ugly.”

“Positively troll like to look at.”

“With the worst table manners in all of England.”

“And our mothers would still push us towards her.” Tia concludes.

Cherry adds, as an afterthought, “As long as she’s got a lot of money.”

They laugh together, for they rarely are together without laughter rising into the air and making the whole world seem sunnier. “Well I should rather think that Mrs Bennett would like to tell me the details herself, I beg of you not to ruin her fun.” Tia’s arm is around Cherry’s the two of them exiting their hiding place as an indication that the conversation should move on.

“Of course, I should indeed loathe to ruin your mother’s fun.” Cherry replies, her eyes still lit up in mirth. Tia resists the urge to roll her own eyes.

Her and Cherry have been friends for quite some time, having been introduced to society within the same year. Tia has a lively disposition and so loves to laugh, so it was to her disappointment that she found the majority of her fellow young ladies sorely lacking. After coming from such a rambunctious family, Tia could simply not imagine any household being anything but bursting to the seams with joy. It was only when she met Cherry that she felt she had found a friend. Cherry took her arm almost immediately and muttered a piece of gossip she had heard from one of the servants. Looking back, the morsel was downright insidious. But, young and foolish and gasping for intelligent conversation, Tia laughed uproariously.

Neither of them snared a wife that year, or any other year for that matter. But they had caught a firm friendship. And really, was that not more important?

“Is it your fun or my mother’s? I never do quite know with you, Miss Valentine.” Tia teases, enjoying the way that Cherry shakes her dark head.

“You do me such dishonour! Or is it honour that I be compared to the woman that is Mrs Bennett herself.”

“I do love my mother.”

“I know you do.” Cherry says, in a tone that rather indicates that she doesn’t believe Tia in the slightest.

“If she would stop trying to marry us all off-“

“Oh but she is a mamma to five, all of you out, and all of you unmarried. Is it any wonder that she fusses as she does?” Cherry squeezes Tia’s arm closer to her, and the thought crosses Tia’s mind that if they weren’t of the same class, she wouldn’t mind too much marrying her friend.

“I should wonder at Bimini’s marital status,’ Cherry continues, ‘Seeing as though they are the one most likely to flutter their eyes at just the right duchess and be swept off their feet. Furthermore, I should think it is what they deserve.”

“They out of any of us sisters.” Tia agrees. Her mind begins to wander, and the next words spill out before she can stop them. “In fact, I am most surprised at how content mother seems. She has not tried to marry Bim off for a number of months. I fear that she is plotting. No one will ever be perfect enough for Bimini, though.”

“We shall just have to see.” Cherry murmurs.

Tia returns safely to her home, much to the disappointment of both girls who so value their time together. After taking off her bonnet and overcoat, she walks into the drawing room to quite a scene.

Her parents seated on the same sofa, her mother clutching her father’s hands in one of hers and desperately fanning herself with the other. Ellie hovers over her mother’s shoulder, occasionally jumping in so as to whisper to her father. Tayce has her natural place just behind Ellie, observing her sister’s shenanigans. Even Bimini seems involved, the weary look on their face the only evidence Tia needs.

To her credit, Pip is the only one with no business in the affair. But that is to be expected.

It is her that Tia chooses to sit next to, after giving her father a welcoming kiss on the cheek. He smiled up at her, as if she is the one saviour to all of his troubles. Pip does not lift her eyes to acknowledge her.

“What is this about?” She hisses in an attempt to catch her sister’s attention, yet it is her mother’s that she rouses.

“Oh child, how do you not know! It is impossible that Cherry did not tell you, Mrs Valentine knows everything that happens within a fifty-mile radius! Would it not be exciting if we were to have knowledge she did not possess?”

“Impossible, mamma, for you have mentioned that it was Mrs Valentine who informed you.” Bimini interjects tiredly.

Mrs Bennett frowns. “Ah yes.”

“Netherfield house?” Tia guesses.

Mrs Bennett opens her mouth but it is as if she is a ventriloquist, for the words come from Ellie’s lips. “It has been let! To a young and wealthy lady! Oh mamma, tell her her name, tell Tia!”

“Her name is-“

“Her name is Lady Mandella, we know not of her Christian name, and she makes £5,000 a year! Can you imagine?” Ellie interrupts again, but the family can do little but smile.

Tayce smiles dreamily. “I bet she is most handsome.”

“Tayce, you cannot be thinking she will marry you! She will marry me, for I am younger and prettier!”

“No, she’ll marry Bimini, who is the most perfect of us all.” Pip contributes to the conversation only to invoke her little sisters into further squabbling. She succeeds, Ellie and Tayce’s voices growing louder as they argue.

“Girls! She shall marry none of you if your father does not agree to meet her and inform her of our five eligible young daughters!” Mrs Bennett bursts out hysterically. The youngest two let out small wails, and Tia catches her father’s eye. He has a twinkle in them. She holds her breath.

“Because how else should we be married.” Pip remarks drily, oblivious to the three glares tossed in her direction.

“You are quite right, my dear Phillipa. Marriage to this woman will be hard.” Their father speaks.

Tia smirks. “Harder still because she won’t know of our existence.”

“Oh I am sick to death of talk of Miss Mandella! I pray we stop this benign conversation and allow the girls back to their tasks that make it so they might hope to trap a wife.” Mrs Bennett rises to her feet, taking a moment to shoot a withering look at Tia. Tia remains impassive, waiting for her father’s reply.

She has always thought that in another life he might have been an actor – the way that he can maintain a rouse until that moment where his dear wife is sufficiently vexed, and then dropping it with a little performance. Tia enjoys it every time.

“I’m sorry, my dear. If I had known you felt so strongly about it I would have never spoken to Miss De Campo who’s hosting the ball where she is to be introduced to the town to secure us invitations. I can write to her immediately to tell her that your mind has changed, if you would prefer.”

He can hardly finish his sentence before Ellie, Tayce, and Mrs Bennett let out delighted cries and jump into his arms, the first two proclaiming a deep deep love for their beloved papa.

Tia is not opposed to the idea. Quite the opposite really – she enjoys a good ball, always one to be dancing and talking with her friends and companions. She enjoys meeting new people. Even if that joy did slightly wane when Cherry informed her that Miss Mandella was bringing guests – her sister and a friend. Tia was prepared for one fine lady to arrive, not three. Nevertheless, this only excited Mrs Bennett more. How wonderful might it be to have three daughters married off in one night!

She stands in front of her looking glass, peering in at her own reflection. Her hair has been intricately braided for tonight, done up by her favourite maid who talked soothingly as she twisted the plaits into place. Her dress is beautiful, made of orange muslin, and she adores how it sets off the brown of her skin. It might be a shame that she’s wasting such beauty on a simple country ball that will have no real affect on the rest of her life.

She sighs. “Something wrong?” Bimini asks, pushing the door open to their shared room. They look gorgeous, the soft pink of their dress creating a rosy look to their smiling cheeks, perfectly setting off the smooth cream of their skin.

“No Bim. All is well.”

The two embrace. “We will have a good time, Tia. Do not worry about mother and Tayce and Ellie.”

Tia snorts. “Why should I not worry? Ellie in particular – she is a flight risk at these events.”

“Only if attractive women are there.” Bimini points out.

“Attractive women always attend. Whether or not they be eligible is the least of Ellie’s concerns.”

Bimini laughs, the sound already causing Tia’s spirits to lift. “Come now, you can be a little harsh on her. She is only young. Don’t you remember what it was like to be young?”

“No Bim, I am old and jaded already.”

Bimini puts an arm around her. “Who knows, some lady may ask you to dance!”

“I do love to dance.” Tia says wistfully.

“Yeah and you are so good at it too.” Bimini indulges her, their smile showing off the unique gap between their two front teeth. “In fact,’ they offer their hand, ‘would you do me the honour, Miss Bennett?”

Tia puts her hand in theirs. “Anything for you, Miss Bennett!”

And they dance around their bedchambers until Pip shouts up at them to stop making such a racket because she can hardly focus on her pianoforte, at which point they can do little but fall into fits of giggles.

When they emerge to leave the house with the family, their cheeks are even rosier than before, and Tia felt a lot lighter at the prospect of the ball.

Besides, as she keeps telling herself, it is not as if something life changing will happen whilst she is there.

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #uk2 #tia x veronica #tia kofi #veronica green #enemies to lovers #pride and prejudice au #when the pretty birds have flown #plegdoctor

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Young Wings

[6.8K Words/20min. Read -- Pilot!Bang Chan x Female Reader -- Fluff, Smut, Developing Relationship, Nervous Situations, Pantyhose, Grounded Flights]

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For all intents and purposes, you were having a pretty great morning, considering it was starting at 9:00 p.m. local time. Sea-Tac was a nice airport; not quite as nice as PDX with its straightforward layout and proximity to the city, but infinitely nicer than anything south of there on this coast. The new spinner luggage your parents had sent you for Christmas was still working like a dream, gliding over pavement and not getting stuck in escalator platforms. It also expanded, would come in handy on the off-chance you used a voucher to Miami and got to peruse the duty-free and discount shops not far from the airport (or from the beach.) You wouldn’t have many more mornings like this. This was your last month in the skies. Next month, you were starting a sparkling new desk job in administration. The idea sort of scared you, but the idea of leaving behind 9:00 p.m. mornings did sound nice. Nevertheless, you couldn't shake this prematurely homesick feeling, that leaving the skies would weigh on you like you were literally grounded. 

You grabbed a latte in your reusable mug from the only business still open for the night near your gate, a lonely and frazzled barista smiling gratefully at your tip as she wished you a good flight. There was no reason to doubt her -- it was going to be a good flight. You relished your opportunities to lead your cabin crew, especially on smaller flights where it was more like being with three friends for six hours. Even adding two more flight attendants made it feel more like being a club president, and always added an extra percentage of pressure. A nice, easy-going red-eye, a low pressure nonstop from Sea-Tac to Newark: a perfect start to your week. 

The gate was easy to spot, not only from having been through this airport multiple times, but from being the only gate overflowing with sleepy yuppies and bored college students. You held a quick huddle on the jet bridge, your small crew bright-eyed and as awake as they could manage. Veronica from San Francisco and Brian from Virginia had flown with you before, but Tia from D.C. was a new face and apparently only on her third month in the skies. You did a quick run-down of tasks before leaving Ronnie and Brian to make announcements and take tickets, before leading Tia down the jet bridge to help you set up before seating began. 

You wheeled your bags all the way back to the galley, stowing your luggage in the crew’s storage and getting a lay of the land on your way back up the aisle. Obviously, you'd been on plenty of airplanes, and an A320 was your bread and butter but, regardless, eyeing the bathrooms and emergency exits as your hands brushed the seat backs on your walk up the single aisle felt good. Plenty of people had their rituals, and yours just helped reinforce that even though this was work and work was hard, that people depended on you to do your job well. Really, the little ritual helped you love your job more with each flight. All in all, you would miss every part of it, the great with the awful. 

The intense musk of Aqua Velva hit the top of your sinuses like you inhaled water at the pool when you entered the cockpit, but it was the edge of menthol cigarettes that let you know who your pilot was before he even turned around. 

“Hey, Jay,” you greeted. 

“Hiya, kid,” he grinned back. 

Jay was nice, almost too nice for New Jersey, and you should've guessed he’d be here for a medium-haul back to Newark. The co-pilot, however, was new. Incredibly new. The young pilot slipped his cap off as he settled in and shrugged his jacket off, brushing his fingers back through soft waves of bleached blonde. His half-smile more resembled a smirk, with a small dimple in his cheek to boot. You knew the type. He probably started telling girls he was a pilot the moment he got out of high school. Probably bought all his flight time and didn’t have to waste time teaching to get more. 

“First Officer,” you nodded cordially, and he gave a friendly wave. That was a good sign. Some of these guys liked to imagine that they were a celebrity, even sitting on the right side. 

“Chan here is a baby,” Jay heartily laughed and slapped him on the back, “he might as well  just got his hours in. Lucky this isn’t his first day.”

“Right?” Chan chuckled lightly. 

“No, I mean for us,” Jay erupted into laughter, his head leaned back as he slapped the poor guy on the back again, “Nah, kid, I'm just kidding. It’s gonna be a good flight.”

“You’re in really good hands,” you nodded reassuringly. It was true. Jay was from a dying breed, a veteran that got his wings flying in the Air Force -- only, when his breed was first introduced, they’d flown props in Germany, not jets in Vietnam like he did. Regardless of how you felt about his role in it, you had to admit it gave the older man some grit, and a cool head under pressure probably since he first started. 

“Let the kid greet the passengers with you,” Jay suggested, “we're looking at a fifteen minute delay while we finish de-icing, and we'll get the pre-flight done with plenty of time. I never get to greet passengers pre-flight. And can I please get a coffee before take-off? Last I tried getting it myself Ronnie damn near bit my head off. ”

You couldn't say no, right? Not without looking like an absolute jerk. Chan stood tall next to you, his cap back on because the couple of kids on the flight would love it. A few regulars greeted you by name, already half-asleep. More reasons to love red-eyes: almost the whole cabin is out cold, even more so in the winter, it seemed. Almost no one to demand colder soda with less ice or not-so-secretly pinch you as you passed by in the aisle. You looked back over at the First Officer. He really couldn't be much younger than you -- he could really even be older than you -- but Jay was right. He was a kid as far as career time went. 

Your crew was batty as you finished the safety spiel and joined them in the rear of the plane. 

“Who's the new guy?” Brian asked as he buckled himself into the jumpseat. 

“An actual fetus,” Ronnie rolled her eyes, “did he hit on you?”

“Is he nice?” Tia asked curiously. 

“First Officer Chan is nice,” you assured everyone, “and Jay is up there handling everything, anyhow.”

“The Captain called me Kid,” Tia raised an eyebrow as she quietly grabbed some snacks out of her bag. 

“He calls everyone Kid,” Ronnie waved her off, “he only stopped calling himself Papa Bear a couple years ago.”

“Weird call sign, right?” Brian asked as he carefully sipped from his coffee during taxi. 

“Sure,” you shrugged, “but I've heard worse. He swears he got the name after saving some kids.”

“Really?” Brian laughed, “he told me it was from keeping a grunt with a broken leg safe in the jungle for three days until help arrived.”

You all shared a hushed giggle fit during take-off. Once you hit altitude, you unbuckled, grabbing Tia and leading her with you to First Class to take drink orders while Ronnie and Brian handled Economy. You made a big show out of taking a vote on whether or not to turn the cabin lights off, and wished everyone a goodnight when a unanimous amount of hands shot up. You rounded up drink orders from the few passengers still awake and reconvened in the rear of the plane to grab everything. Drink service now, then snacks halfway through, then cleanup at the end. Tia was thankfully adept with the beverage cart, careful not to knock any ankles on her way up and down the aisle. Everything went by breezily, satisfying you to no end as you locked up the carts in the galley and buckled back in. Thankfully, you might even be able to catch a brief nap before snack service. You slipped off your low heels, stretching your toes as you closed your eyes and let the pitch and roll of the plane carry you to sleep. 

The sensation that awoke you was something you’d only been familiar with in bed -- the distinct feeling of surprising yourself awake. The plane was rumbling through some turbulence. You sighed as you checked your watch and nestled back into your seat, grumbling about being woken up as the plane rocked hard again. More grumbles sounded down the aisle as some other passengers were awakened. You quickly unbuckled, getting up to press the seatbelt sign and get a look around before you sat back down. The cabin jostled and shook, making it difficult to fall back asleep. This would be hard to miss, you decided. The moment you were finally able to close your eyes, you were rudely awakened once again by another distinct sensation -- this time of falling in a dream, the sheer drop in your stomach feeling eerily familiar. Only problem was, you were falling. 

You couldn’t be sure how exactly how long the plane dropped. It could've been three seconds, five seconds. It couldn’t have been ten seconds, but it still felt like an astonishing amount of time. Clear air turbulence, you’d heard in passing. Plenty of people told you that if you flew long enough, you’d get to experience it. Even Jay mentioned it to you once or twice, you were sure. Your ass thunked hard into the jumpseat, the skeleton of the plane groaning around you as it regained momentum. The moment had passed but was still incredibly present. Masks had dropped, overhead bins had popped open, luggage strewn all over passengers and the aisle. A few passengers who had slept through everything without buckling their lapbelts -- you could see one, halfway laying in the aisle and groggily cursing after having been bounced into the short ceiling. Of course this only happened a month before you were leaving. Thankfully, Jay seemed to have gotten the plane back on track, and you could focus on getting this sorted. 

Jay. 

You’d still gotten no word from the cockpit. The least Jay would’ve done by now is beep the telephone headset in the galley to ask if everyone was alright. He’d done it in lighter conditions. Now you carefully unbuckled, rallying your crew to get to work. Everyone followed you down the aisle, stopping to get the lights on and tend to passengers as you made your way into the cockpit. Thankfully the most damage for the moment appeared to be spilled coffee, but to your curiosity, balance still seemed off in the cabin. You pushed open the cockpit door and gasped, finding Jay slumped in his seat, a concerning drip of blood congealing under a deep bruise on his forehead. In the right-hand seat, First Officer Chan was attempting to hold it together. He shot you a concerned and crazed look. 

“What happened?!” You asked, suddenly distressed as you kicked the door closed behind you and tended to Jay. 

“Turbulence, then clear air turbulence, and the Captain cracked his head on the steering console. I’m thinking it was the air coming off the Rockies as we passed.”

“Are you alright?”

“Fine enough, despite how fubar this whole thing is. How is it out there?” He asked. 

“Fine enough,” you agreed, “what about the plane? We need to get Jay to a doctor and I promise he’s not the only one.”

“I agree. I’m just trying to figure this out. We can ask for a gate at Great Falls.”

“Awesome, let’s do that.”

“But my monitors are telling me a turbofan is beginning to fail from the fall.”

“What’s closer?”

“Helena, I think? I've heard of it but never flown into it.”

“It’s worth a try. Ask ATC for a gate and I'm sure they’ll get you in there.” You turned to leave, to scramble your team and get everyone prepared for landing before Chan desperately reached back and grabbed for you, only managing to get ahold of the hem of your skirt.

“Please don’t leave,” he sighed, “I’m a mess and landing still makes me anxious for some stupid reason.”

“Not stupid,” you reassured him with a hand on his shoulder, “that’s why you put in all this time as First Officer first before anyone expects you to.”

“Here,” he looked over his shoulder and handed you a headset and a flight manual, “can you page ATC for me while I do this? I'm on the brink of losing it if I'm being honest.”

“Of course.” You patted his shoulder again, now feeling bad for being so judgemental before. You didn't know this guy, and he was turning out to be perfectly capable and reasonable. The headset crackled to life, getting ATC and explaining your situation before asking for a gate at the smaller airport. Once you got clearance, you weren’t far off. You paged back to the rear of the plane, finally getting Ronnie to pick up and catching her up to speed. It was reassuring to hear her voice behind you out in the cabin, beginning to prep and organize everyone for landing. 

“I wasn't listening,” Chan sheepishly admitted, “how bad is it out there?”

“Of 198 souls on board, all are still alive,” you paused with a smile at the relieved sigh spilling out of Chan’s chest, “there’s three apparent injuries, a couple broken pairs of eyeglasses… And the Captain.”

Chan grit his teeth for a moment. “Fine,” he said, “If the Captain is the worst then that’s the best I could hope for right now.” 

You pulled down the jumpseat behind Chan and stayed during landing and taxi, keeping a soft but firm hand on his shoulder, but you couldn't help but wonder why: were you comforting him or yourself? Thankfully, your landing kept you from dwelling on it. Despite his trepidation, his landing was excellent. Outside, the blinking white and red lights of ambulances could be seen on the tarmac. Most of your regulars grumbled as they exited the plane, already hurrying to find new flights. You gave Chan one more comforting squeeze on the shoulder. 

“Good landing, First Officer,” you smiled. His returned smile was small as you opened the cockpit door and were instantly pulled into a hug by your crew. You all deplaned, luggage in hand and watching solemnly as Jay was carted off by EMT’s. An older man with a badge approached you. Thankfully, not NTSB. Just higher-ups from the airline. It wouldn’t be a huge deal, just a quick interview with each of you. You looked back to see Chan emerge from the cockpit, backpack slung over one shoulder and cap in his hands when he got intercepted by an investigator of his own. 

The interview was simple. You were sleeping, you woke up to turbulence, the plane fell, you went to check the cockpit and found the Captain out cold, you helped the First Officer decide on the smaller airport based on the factors at hand. Before too long you and your crew were all assembled at the front of the airport, huddled against the frigid winter air and climbing into your comped rental car to your comped motel. The city was still quiet, and none of you were ready to sleep. Thankfully, a small bar down the street from the motel was still open, its red sign a beacon in the still of the night. 

Ronnie carefully nudged Tia in your booth. “You alright?”

Tia nodded. “Sure. Just a little shaken up still. Dumb, right?”

“Not at all,” Brian shook his head as he sipped his beer, “that was fucking terrifying. Never dealt with that before.”

“Dealt with it once,” Ronnie shrugged, “hated it even more this time. You’re not being dumb.”

“How bad was it out there?” You asked. 

“The woman in 14 was having a fit,” Brian laughed, “She couldn’t understand, could not comprehend why we had to divert, and the dude next to her is, like, unconscious. He’s literally just out, he passed out from during the fall and she’s leaning over him and getting snippy with me.”

“Oh my god,” Tia laughed into her vodka cranberry, “what did you do?”

“What you always do,” Ronnie butted in, “Remember this sentence, Tia: I’m sorry you feel that way; if you’d like you can explain your issue to the ticket agent once we land.”

“That works?”

“They either drop it by then or the ticket agent has no patience for it. Just get it out of the damn cabin, you know? We’re already in a tuna can, the least you can do is be civil.”

The night went on like this, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to drink. It didn’t feel like you had anything to celebrate, like you didn’t do anything to warrant a reward. 

“Anyone want to head back to the room?” Ronnie finally relented. 

“Me!” Tia piped up. “I’m bushed and I would love to lie down.”

“Alright, alright,” Ronnie smiled. 

You gathered up your bag to join when you spied someone at the bar. 

Chan. 

How long had he been there? He just sat on the barstool, pensively nursing a hardly-touched beer and staring at his cap on the bar top. You let out a heavy sigh. 

“You guys go ahead,” you offered, “I’ll catch up.”

Brian raised an eyebrow as he closed the tab, his eyes catching the reason for your delay. “Are you sure about that?” Nonetheless, the three burst into laughter and still left, bundled up in their coats against the harsh cold outside. 

You casually approached the bar, taking the seat that Chan’s backpack resided in. You gently picked up the bag, making sure he was seeing you out of the corner of his eye as you set it on the bar top to sit down. A bright red fabric tag caught your eye, REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT emblazoned across it in bright white with CHAN embroidered on the end. Cute. When you flipped the tag over, more casual script was stitched on the back. Good on ya, Chris. 

“Chris?” You asked out loud, audibly puzzled. 

“Yeah?” Chan finally turned to fully look at you. He raised an eyebrow at your confused face. 

“Wait,” you laughed, “what’s your name?”

“Oh my god,” he smirked, “you thought Chan’s my real name?”

“Of course I did!” You smiled and buried your embarrassed face in your hands, “Jay introduced you that way!”

“Jay was razzing me for the worst call sign on the planet when you came in.”

“It’s your call sign?!” You idiot, you silently admonished. He didn’t buy his flight time. He traded service for half the hours. 

“Horrible, right?”

“I’ve heard worse,” you smiled gently. 

“You didn’t see my name on the itinerary?”

“It said FO C. Bang,” you shrugged helplessly. Chan -- or Chris, rather -- watched curiously as you pulled out your wallet and placed a bill on the bar. “You don’t need a beer,” you shook your head, “you need to talk. Did you get a room at the motel, too?”

Chris nodded, watching as you picked his cap up from the bar and taking it hostage as you turned to leave. He quickly grabbed his bag and followed you as you marched out the door and onto the sidewalk back to the motel. 

“So that explains your name, but I still don’t get the accent. Australia? How did that work with the military?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, almost impressed, “moved here when I was younger. Immigration wasn’t the worst thing in the world for me, but it took forever. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to fly planes, and I knew military service got you half your hours. Got out, went to school, and started teaching businessmen for their private licenses.”

“The real grind,” you smirked. 

“Yup. They always get these planes that look better than they fly.” He stopped you for a moment on the sidewalk, grabbing his cap from your hand and placing it on your head. He grinned with satisfaction, the little dimple it caused looking cuter than it did earlier. “What?” He asked. Your look must’ve given you away. 

“Nothing, I--” you floundered, “I feel bad. I had you pegged wrong. When I met you earlier I had you figured for a rich kid who bought his hours.”

“Oh yeah?” Chris laughed. “Can't say I would've passed an opportunity to. But is that what made you a little… Cold?”

“Yes,” you winced at your admission, “if anyone has ever tried to pinch my ass or pull on my pantyhose or grab my skirt, it's businessmen or young pilots who think they’re hot shit.”

“Your pantyhose?!” Chris stared, visibly disgusted for you when you nodded. “I get it,” he shrugged reassuringly, “better to keep your guard up. How long have you been flying? Any tips you can give me?”

“I’m done next month, to be honest. It’s only been a few years but I think I’m ready.”

“No! You’re kidding. You think we’ll fly together again?”

“Well,” you blushed, “where are you based?”

“New York. I was going to deadhead to LaGuardia after Newark.”

“Makes sense. I'm based out of Sea-Tac. That’s where I'm starting my new job.”

“No!” Chris exaggeratedly sighed, “I can't believe it. You’re not flying anymore?”

“Nope,” you smiled, “grounded as of next month.”

“Bummer,” he shook his head, “you’re a champ. By the way, were you just walking me back to my room?”

You were caught entirely off-guard as you noticed you had accompanied Chris right up to his door, just a few doors down from where you were staying with everyone else. “What? No. I wanted to talk. You looked so out of it back there.”

“Well, we can keep talking in here, then.” Chris smiled, digging his room key out of his pocket and opening the door. You truly considered this for a second. This was a pilot, you were a flight attendant. However, he somehow seemed so helpless in this moment, so at the mercy of this dumb day. Or were you seeing things? No, his voice asking you to stay in the cockpit was still fresh in your ears, his panic as clear in your mind as he was now. You followed him inside and he set his backpack on the floor as he flipped on the lights, apparently not even having been inside the room until now. You followed suit, setting down your purse as well. 

“Was the interview alright?” You asked, pulling up a chair from the small table in the corner as Chris sat himself on the edge of the bed. 

He nodded nonchalantly, stretching and massaging the bridge of his nose. “Sure. Pretty standard stuff. ‘What happened’, ‘what did you do according to procedure,’ all the fun stuff. I was just worried about the Captain the whole time.”

“I don’t blame you,” you offered with a small smile, “But I wouldn’t worry. Jay’s pretty tough.”

“Of course, but… I dunno,” Chris paused, his eyes downcast as he chewed on his lip in thought. “Everything happened so fast. Alarms are going off, the Captain’s out, and all I could think of was how I didn't feel ready. I wasn’t ready for this to happen.”

“When would you ever be? What surprised you the most?”

“I guess… All the people on board. The pressure of almost 200 people depending on you. This wasn’t even a giant disaster but I was on the brink of not being able to handle it that whole time and I just felt like such a failure.”

“But you landed safely,” you sat forward in your chair. You were tempted to place a comforting hand on his knee, but was that too much? “Everyone’s alive. Why would you be a failure?”

“Flying planes was supposed to be it. The thing I'm going to do forever and be happy doing and be great at, but the first real test comes and I almost crumble. What do I do with that?”

“This is it? This is the ‘thing’?” You asked. This time you did rest a hand on his knee, but just for a moment. He regarded it thoughtfully before he nodded. “Then try again,” you continued, “The terrifying thing no one told us growing up was that finding your ‘thing’ isn’t a finish line. It’s not like you find it and that’s it. A lot of times it’s more like goalposts. You have to keep passing them and sometimes there's never a finish line, but you love it and that’s what matters.”

Chris smirked, his shoulders softening. He shrugged his coat and jacket off, laying them next to him on the bed. “You sound like you know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m glad,” you grinned, “I'm sort of making it up as I go along. I thought being a flight attendant was it, too, but one day I woke up and I didn't feel at home in the skies anymore. I wouldn't worry too much, by the way. You’re a good pilot.”

“And you're a really good flight attendant,” he smiled. “Was today worse than any businessman trying to pull on your pantyhose?”

“Yes,” you laughed, “but it would've been even worse if that happened, too. Besides, nobody flirts with you? That’s discrimination.”

“Of course they do! Last week a very friendly old man in Reno squeezed my arm for way too long when we were deplaning.” 

“What, like this?” You asked, playfully leaning forward and grabbing his bicep. 

“Not quite,” he wheezed out a laugh, “you’re not massaging it and leering at me.”

“This feels gross,” you wrinkled your nose as you tried it, “I feel like a perv.”

“Good, you’re really in the mindset then. It’s weird how old people think this is effective.” You both shared a laugh but you couldn't help but notice the restless look in his eye. 

“You’re still out of it?”

He shook his head. “Stupid, yeah?”

“Not stupid. Here,” you offered with a proactive clap, “an actual tip. Grab the pillow and bring it down here.” Chris eyed you curiously as he grabbed the pillow from behind him. Quickly, you got up and turned on the bedside lamp before flipping the ceiling light off. You took the pillow from him and shooed him off the bed for a second as you pulled aside the covers, laying the pillow on the foot of the bed. “I’m going to sound crazy, but just try it. Lay down now.”

“This way?”

You nodded seriously. Chris silently challenged you, only for a second as he rolled up his uniform sleeves before climbing into bed, his feet up where his head would've been. You took it upon yourself to sit beside him and untie the laces of his masterfully shined shoes. He stiffly looked down his nose, regarding his wiggling feet as you set the shoes together on the floor next to his bag. You reached over and pulled the covers over him, lightly tucking him in for full effect. 

“This feels weird.” He observed. 

“Right?”

“Absolutely bizarre.”

“But it feels new, right?”

“It does. But it’s just a bed,” Chris marveled. 

“Of course it’s just a bed, but 99% of the time you sleep in it one way. I sort of use this as a manual reset, like after a week of back-to-back nonstops and I'm in a different time zone and I don’t even feel like a person. Now how do you feel?”

Chris paused, considering it. “Weirdly enough… A little clarified. Almost a little reorganized. I think you’re right about the reset thing.”

“Glad you think so,” you clapped again as you arose, dusting yourself off. “And I'm glad I could help.”

You turned to gather your purse. Would asking for a phone number be too much? After all, what if you wanted to check on him? A tug pulled you out of your consideration -- literally -- Chris finding the first thing he could reach: the hem of your skirt once again. 

“Wait! You're leaving?”

You smiled down at his hand as he sheepishly let go. “Sure. You feel better now, right? We need some sleep. Want one more tip?”

“Please?”

You took the shabby comforter of the bed and tucked him back in, momentarily musing that you were restraining him from keeping you here longer. “Okay,” you smirked quietly at his careful attention, “one last tip: you actually can get your own coffee, but I would prefer if your pilot friends would ask before just taking over the galley.”

“No!” Chris let out with a surprised laugh, “That doesn’t count!” 

“Sure it does. You'll learn plenty more on your own. Sweet dreams, First Officer Chan.” You tucked him in just a little more, placing a playfully chaste kiss to his brow as a final touch, a final word and a closed door on the feelings you were telling yourself weren't there as you turned to grab your purse. 

Until yet another tug caught your attention. Only this time, it was a gentle pinch at the fabric of your pantyhose. You turned halfway around, the silence in the room crushing you as you locked eyes. Wordlessly, curiously, obviously, you sat back down on the bed and let Chris sit up to kiss you. You admired how his lips didn't waver on yours, even as they lingered. He meant it. 

“What's that for?” You whispered against him. 

“I didn’t want you to go yet,” he whispered back with a small smile, “And you're still wearing my hat.” 

You eyed him carefully despite your blushing face, weighing these heavy possibilities, all while tamping down the wild urge to ignore everything and kiss him again. However, maybe this was just a case of accepting everything… And kissing him again. 

So you did. First, you slipped off his cap from atop your head and set it on the bedside. Then, placing a hand on his shoulder, you attempted to match his confidence as you pushed him back onto the bed, following him down as you kissed him, your lips tight against his before you ultimately softened. Thoughts swam in your head as he slid your coat free from your arms, letting it fall off the side of the bed and onto the floor. 

“Is this alright? Chris asked softly against you, his hands already ahead of the curve and wrapping around your waist. He gently hauled you over to lay on his chest. The way he handled you made you feel weightless, only adding to the floating feeling in your stomach. You gave a short nod. Your fingers lightly brushed his fringe from his eyes, trailing down his cheek as if you were still confirming for yourself that this was real, and you were really making this decision that you had  never made in this situation before. There had been other pilots, other flight attendants, and even the occasional customer, but nothing had ever passed this barrier before. So you crossed it again with another kiss. 

Chris appeared satisfied with your affirmation as he rolled you both over in bed, his knee almost cautious as it parted your legs. The old mattress creaked beneath you, cradling your shoulders as Chris placed a tentative kiss to the nape of your neck. You reached down, lifting the hem of your skirt a little so his hips could settle between your thighs. On their way back up, your fingertips stopped at his belt, unbuckling him and sliding the leather free from the loops. Chris’ lips on your neck paused as he picked himself up from your chest. He watched intently as you pulled at his shirt, untucking it before he intervened. You waited a moment, catching your breath as he loosened his tie and pulled it away from the pressed collar of his shirt. This joined the belt you had dropped off the side of the bed. Both your hands reached for the top buttons of each other's shirts, making your ways down. You weren't sure if Chris was aware of how cutely and obviously he was staring at the slope of your breasts still concealed by your bra, until you took his hand and laid it on your chest. He got the hint quickly, his warm fingers firmly caressing and gently groping you. He seemed almost easily distracted, finding new things to be fixated on as you intermittently kissed and gasped. This time, it was him watching intently as you lifted your hips to reach behind you, unzipping your skirt and pushing it down. He eagerly took over, pulling your skirt off for you, also dropping it off the side of the bed. He sat back, taking a moment to slide off your low heels. A pang of affection thumped in your chest as he almost absent-mindedly massaged each foot before setting your shoes on the floor beside his. Next came your pantyhose. He leaned forward, softly kissing your bent knee as he nuzzled his way up your legs. Finally, his fingers dipped beneath the taut waistband and he watched, almost transfixed as he pulled the meager layer off of you. The sensation was so exposing that the panties that followed almost felt inconsequential. 

You sat up, wondering and watching as Chris kissed his way back up your legs once again, the light tickle of his lips making you smirk as you slipped off the remaining layers of your blouse and bra. He was almost caught off guard, the pause in his Adam’s apple giving away the deep breath he took at the sight of you before shedding his opened shirt as well. He swiftly shucked off his slacks and socks, barely giving you an equal opportunity to admire him before he leaned down to place a gentle introductory kiss just below your navel. Your breathless nod was all he needed to finally taste you. You gasped at the feel of him moaning against you, his tongue making you shiver as you grasped at the bedsheets. 

Too eager to wait, any amount of time he took savoring you between your legs seemed to fly by before he came up for air, running the back of his hand across his chin as he crawled up between your thighs. His hips rested heavy on yours once more, only this time the clear sensation of his erection against your damp entrance was only made more apparent by the thin layer of his briefs separating you both. He waited again for your approval before making another move, his hand poised at his hip until you nodded. The feel of the head of his rigid length was smooth against you, prodding shallowly into your soaked heat. The simultaneous moan that erupted from both of you was fuel on the fire. Your open legs wrapped around his hips, your fingers curled into his hair as you pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Chris slowly rocked his hips, working his way deeper into you until he bottomed out. His groan against your neck was so satisfied, almost as endearing as he was himself. 

You almost felt impatient as he gently fucked you. You wanted more -- more control, more pleasure, more of him. He was surprised as you pushed at his shoulder, feeling empty as he slid out of you and onto his back beside you. You sat up and brazenly pulled his underwear the rest of the way off, taking charge in straddling his hips. This time, however, it was your turn to wait for him. He gave a small, almost timid nod as he watched you. You humored the thought that maybe this was just as different of an experience for him as it was for you. Chris threw his head back on the pillow at the foot of the bed as you eased the walls of your pussy back down onto him, his hand clutching onto your hip and the other grabbing onto your thigh as you slowly began to ride him. Your hips firmly rocked on top of his, drawing more groans and soft curses made under his breath. It didn’t take long for him to get accustomed to you enough that his hands could wander. Now, one groped at your breast and the other traveled up your thigh to between your legs, allowing himself full access to caressing your clit with the pad of his thumb. His eyes lit up at your response, moaning louder than you meant to as your depths clenched around him. Soon enough, the set in his clenched jaw matched his furrowing brow and it was a sight to be enamored with. The stir between your legs started to build heat up your chest like a chimney, your head getting light the further along he pushed you. Chris’s hips bucked up against yours and bounced you harder onto his length. 

He took it upon himself to nod first this time, breathlessly warning you of how close he was and you shook your head, begging him to hold off as your nails lightly raked down his chest. The way he smirked, biting at his lip as he thrust even harder against you, his thumb rubbing faster circles on your clit -- no one had so playfully pushed you to cum before. And it was working. You could feel your toes curling at the unstoppable force at which you were approaching this orgasm, and the way Chris insistently watched only made it all the more intense as you finally locked up, hitting your peak and nearly going limp in the process. The way it hit you, the sound almost dropped out as if you were submerged underwater. He quickly took over, clutching onto your hips now as he fucked into your dripping pussy. You were practically a useless doll with how easily he handled you on top of him, but at the same time he was still so gently firm with you that it was as if you were precious to him. Maybe you were, with the eyes he made at you, at least for now. He watched your blissful face desperately until the moment he couldn't anymore, wrenching his eyes shut and letting his head fall back into the pillow with the force of his own orgasm. 

As his hands released your hips, you exhaustedly curled into yourself on his lap, leaning your head down to wrap around him. Chris held onto you, his trembling matching yours in the wake of your climaxes. His arms hugged strong around your waist nonetheless, embracing you closely as his length gradually softened inside of your sensitive walls. You stayed like that, listening to each other breathe in the quiet of the dimly lit room. As you rolled over to lay at his side, Chris followed you, nuzzling into your chest. You tipped a fingertip under his chin and he looked up at you, his sleepy eyes wrapped up in you and almost reminding you of a puppy. 

He closed his eyes as you kissed his forehead, your fingers lazily stroking his hair as you kissed his nose, his chin, and finally his lips again. 

“What was that for?” He quietly laughed. 

“Congratulations,” you chuckled, “I've never done this before.”

Chris pouted cutely, his eyes still closed, “You're not regretting this already, are you?”

“Of course not,” you soothed, “I'm just surprised it happened. But I'm not surprised it was you.”

He smiled warmly, even in his half-awake state. “What happens tomorrow?”

“You mean today.”

“Tomorrow is tomorrow until I fall asleep,” he laughed, “so what happens then?”

“I'm going to visit Jay if I can,” you decided thoughtfully, “and I'll buy you breakfast at a greasy diner before I put you on a plane to LaGuardia and never see you again.”

“You'll never see me again?” His pout renewed in spades, only with a touch more sincerity to it this time. 

“Sure,” you kissed him with a smile again, “it's hard to keep you pilots on the ground long enough.”

Chris hummed in thought, his grin returning as he caught you challenging him. “Hmm, no.”

“No?”

“No. I'll see you again,” he decided, “You have more tips to show me. I'll be useless without you.”

“Fine,” you laughed. You grabbed the shabby comforter of the bed, bundling up with him where you still laid the wrong way in bed. “I won't say no to that.”

Chris smiled contentedly as you kissed his forehead once more. Your eyes joined his in closing now, softly falling asleep in each other's arms even as a new day was forming outside. The hectic night you'd had finally hit you, gracefully knocking you out as you considered the way you weren't as nervous about being grounded next month. Maybe you wouldn't truly be leaving the skies if he was still up there. 

#stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagines #bang chan #bang chan breakdown #bang chan smut #hey siri!

[andthatisnotfake]

DRUK2 ships poll - RESULTS

Poll is closed and the results are in! There were 58 people voting in total, which was more than I expected, so thank you to everyone who voted!

The top 4 are exactly what you’d expect, but I did find some of the others in the top 10 quite surprising. In total, there were 51 (!!!!) ships with at least one vote. 

I’ve listed them all below, in order, with the percentage they got and total amount of votes in the parenthesis.

1. A’Whora x Tayce - 93.1% (54)

2. Ellie x Lawrence - 72.4% (42)

3. Tia x Veronica - 56.9% (33)

4. Asttina x Bimini - 50% (29)

5. Bimini x Tayce - 32.8% (19)

6. A’Whora x Bimini - 29.3% (17)

7/8 . A’Whora x Joe - 24.1% (14)

        A’Whora x Tia - 24.1% (14)

9/10. Asttina x Tayce - 17.2% (10)

        Ginny x Sister Sister - 17.2% (10)

11. Cherry x Joe - 15.5% (9)

12/13. A’Whora x Ellie - 12.1% (7)

           Bimini x Lawrence - 12.1% (7)

14/15. A’Whora x Asttina - 10.3% (6)

           Tayce x Tia - 10.3% (6)

16. Cherry x Ellie - 8.6% (5)

17-21. A’Whora x Cherry - 6.9% (4)

           A’Whora x Sister Sister - 6.9% (4)

           Bimini x Ellie - 6.9% (4)

           Cherry x Tia - 6.9% (4)

           Ellie  x Tia - 6.9% (4)

22-30. A’Whora x Lawrence - 5.2% (3)

           Asttina x Ellie - 5.2% (3)

           Asttina x Tia - 5.2% (3)

           Cherry x Sister Sister - 5.2% (3)

           Ginny x Joe - 5.2% (3)

           Joe x Lawrence - 5.2% (3)

           Lawrence x Tayce  - 5.2% (3)

           Lawrence x Tia  - 5.2% (3)

           Tayce x Veronica - 5.2% (3)

31-36. A’Whora x Veronica - 3.4% (2)

           Asttina x Cherry - 3.4% (2)

           Bimini x Cherry - 3.4% (2)

           Cherry x Veronica  - 3.4% (2)

           Ellie x Tayce - 3.4% (2)

           Lawrence x Veronica - 3.4% (2)

37-51. A’Whora x Ginny - 1.7% (1)

           Bimini x Ginny - 1.7% (1)

           Bimini x Sister Sister - 1.7% (1) 

           Bimini x Veronica - 1.7% (1) 

           Cherry x Lawrence -  - 1.7% (1)     

           Cherry x Tayce - 1.7% (1)

           Ellie x Sister Sister - 1.7% (1)

           Ginny x Lawrence - 1.7% (1)

           Ginny x Tayce - 1.7% (1)

           Ginny x Tia - 1.7% (1)

           Joe x Sister Sister - 1.7% (1)

           Joe x Tayce - 1.7% (1)

           Joe x Tia - 1.7% (1)

           Joe x Veronica - 1.7% (1)

           Sister Sister x Tia - 1.7% (1)

#DRUK #DRUK2 #Taywhora #Diamond Chaney #GreenTia #Asttimini #Taymini #? #Not sure what their ship name is #Bimwhora #Joewhora #Tiwhora #??? #Taytina #Ginster

[plegdoctor]

Six Sentence Sunday

Some pride and prejudice au to ease some of the angst from yesterdays hgau chapter x

The Bennetts are all clumped together looking increasingly nervous as Miss De Campo leads the Netherfield party nearer and nearer. The hostess smiles at them all.

“May I introduce the Bennett family: Mr Bennett, Mrs Bennett, Miss Bennett, Miss Bennett, Miss Bennett, Miss Bennett, and Miss Bennett.”

They slip into curtseys. Tia cannot resist looking up, accidentally catching a pair of blue eyes upon her. She rips away her glance, her heart beating quickly under her bodice.

“Honoured to make your acquaintance.” Miss Mandella is most forthcoming as she steps forward to take Mr Bennett’s hand in an act that most would describe as masculine. “May I introduce my sister, Miss Aurora Mandella, and our friend Miss Veronica Green.”

Curtseys are becoming obsolete, Tia thinks to herself as she dips into yet another. Rigid social conventions are a thing that she despises so – yet the feeling may loosen, only a little, as she and Miss Green rise at the same time, meeting eyes once again as they do so. They’re such a particular shade of blue, almost icy but with an undeniably interesting depth shimmering at the iris.

“Miss Bennett, would you do me the honour of allowing me to escort you onto the dance floor?” Miss Mandella’s voice breaks through.

The room appears to stop entirely, everybody turning to see who it is that has caught the eye of the most eligible bachelorette in town. One of the five Bennett sisters – and of course they fall on the eldest, the lithe and beautiful Miss Bimini Bennett.

When their hands meet it’s like a puzzle piece fitting into place. Tia watches her sister breathe in deeply, their chest rising then falling like all the oxygen has been knocked out of their small body.

#pride and prejudice au #first impressions #still the working title #six sentence sunday #When The Pretty Birds Have Flown

[arrthurpendragon]

Show Me Some Love Votes (So far...)

Which OC are you excited to see more of?

Miska - Avatar the Last Airbender (14)

Audrey Carroll - Once Upon a Time (14)

Ruthie Tallmadge - Outlander (14)

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Lydia Woodhull - TURN Washington’s Spies (10)

Charlie Gilmore - Gilmore Girls (9)

Kimberly Potter - Harry Potter - Marauders Era (9)

Esther Sutherland - Peaky Blinders (8)

Briony Everdeen - The Hunger Games (8)

Rebekah Swan - Twilight (8)

Erin James - Sherlock (7)

Genesis Martinez - The Good Place (7)

Emily Bartlet - The West Wing (7)

Ophelia Jackson - Percy Jackson (6)

Rhea Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy (6)

Beatrice Bennet - Pride & Prejudice (6)

Vivien Weasley - Harry Potter (6)

Greer Wayne - Gotham (6)

Cassandra Mars - Veronica Mars (6)

Tia Miller - Jurassic World (6)

Parker Dell - Gilmore Girls (5)

Justine Brennan - Bones (5)

Annabelle Andrews - Riverdale (5)

Brandi Henderson - Stranger Things (5)

Danni Brooks - Criminal Minds (5)

Tatum Starr - Teen Wolf (5)

Ryan Kelley - The Good Place (5)

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Libby Barnes - Captain America (3)

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Teagan Stark - MCU (3)

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[myownantichrist]

Boys

A

Andrew vs. Aaron

Alan vs. Alexander

Aiden vs. Adam

B

Brennan vs. Brayden

Brandon vs. Braxton

Bentley vs. Brimley

C

Cayden vs. Camden

Cole vs. Cameron

Cade vs. Chandler

D

Denver vs. Dallas

Deklan vs. Dylan

David vs. Dennis

E

Ethan vs. Ezra

Eitan vs. Elijah

Emmanuel vs. Eden

F

Fabio vs. Ferdinand

Finnegan vs. Finley

Fernando vs. Frankie

G

Gavin vs. Gus

Gumby vs. Gerrick

George vs. Grant

H

Harper vs. Harley

Hayden vs. Henry

Harlow vs. Hank

I

Ian vs. Ivan

Indigo vs. Iris

Indiana vs. Iris

J

John vs. Jericho

Jacob vs. Jameson

Jasper vs. Jedidiah

K

Kayden vs. Koa

Kent vs. Kyle

Kevin vs. Konner

L

Lars vs. Liam

Levi vs. Lance

Lester vs. Lorenzo

M

Michael vs. Matthew

Maverick vs. Mason

Madison vs. Micah

N

Nolan vs. Nathan

Niko vs. Nathaniel

Nicholas vs. Nate

O

Ocean vs. Oscar

Orville vs. Otis

Otto vs. October

P

Patrick vs. Percy

Preston vs. Paisley

Parker vs. Passion

Q

Quincy vs. Quinn

Quada vs. Quinten

Quailen vs Quidditch

R

Raven vs. Riley

Rowan vs. Rod

Ray vs. Roy

S

Skylar vs. Scott

Storm vs. Steven < my favourite name for a son, if I ever have one..

Sorin vs. Solomon

T

Trevor vs. Travis

Todd vs. Taylor

Taytum vs. Tanner

U

Ulysses vs. Uman

Umbo vs. Uno

Utah vs. Usher

V

Vance vs. Vincent

Vern vs. Vayde

Vernon vs. Vayden

W

Walter vs. Wyatt

Wade vs. Winter

Wallace vs. Whisper

X

Xenon vs. Xayden

Xayler vs. Xavier

Xandon vs. Xennan

Y

Yvonne vs. Yonder

Yuletide vs. Yasser

Yancy vs. Yancer

Z

Zeeland vs. Zayden

Zion vs. Zenon

Zander vs. Zenner

Girls

A

Acacia vs. Alexa

Aurora vs. Annalise

Avonna vs. Alessandra

B

Brogan vs. Brooklyn

Bianca vs. Brigitta

Bailey vs. Brynn

C

Carlotta vs. Christine

Cheyenne vs. Cescily

Cecilia vs. Cassidy

D

Diedra (pronounced Dee-ay-druh) vs. Delilah

Devia vs. Daytona

Dakota vs. Darcy

E

Evonna vs. Eliana

Emerald vs. Evangeline

Eden vs. Eliza

F

Felicity vs. Fiona

Faith vs. Faye

Flavia (pronoucned Flah-wee-uh) vs. Flora

G

Grace vs. Gretchen

Genesis vs. Galaxy

Gabriella vs. Greta

H

Harper vs. Hope

Holly vs. Hailee

Harmony vs. Harvest

I

Imogene vs. Ivy

Isabella vs. Iris

Irene vs. Ingrid

J

Jessica vs. Jacinda

Jade vs. Juniper

Joanna vs. Joy

K

Kaleidoscope (Kallie for short) vs. Kaylee

Kennedy vs. Kendall

Katelyn vs. Katrina

L

Lacey vs. Linsey

Lynnea (proncounced Lynn-ay-uh) vs. Liberty

Lara vs. Lola

M

Morgan vs. Madison

Mackenzie vs. Miranda

Marissa vs. Monica

N

Nora vs. Natalie

Nevaeh (pronounced Nev-ay-uh) vs. Nicole

Niki vs. Noelle

O

Ophelia vs. Ocean

Olivia vs. Onna

Opal vs. October

P

Passion vs. Primrose

Penelope vs. Pixie

Pandora vs. Palace

Q

Quintessa vs. Quincy

Quaila vs. Quilala (Kwi–lah-lah)

Queen vs. Quiencia (Kwee-ence-ee-uh)

R

Reyna vs. Riley

Rosanna vs. Rosemary

Rhonda vs. Rodica (Roe-dee-kuh)

S

Skylar vs. Skye

Serena vs. Simone

Shailey vs. Sienna

T

Tessa vs. Taylor

Tia vs. Tiana

Taytum vs. Trixie

U

Una vs. Uta

Ulyssia (You-liss-ee-uh) vs. Umba

Ula vs. Ursula

V

Violet vs. Vylette

Veronica vs. Victoria

Valencia vs. Valerie

W

Wynona vs. Whitney

Wynter vs. Whisper

Willow vs. Wanda

X

Xaila vs. Xara

Xana vs. Xenon

Xavier vs. Xena

Y

Yasmin vs. Yvonne

Yvette vs Yolanda

Yori vs. Yaya

Z

Zayara vs. Zion

Zayana vs. Zoey

Zen vs. Zara

Final questions!

Your name (first and middle): Chloe Elizabeth.

Do you like it? Yeah.

What your parents almost named you: Clara.

Your favorite girl’s name (first and middle): I don't know.

List five unique names of girls you have met:

List five girl’s names you don’t like:

List five girls name you really like:

Your first best friend’s name: Janice.

Your siblings names: -

The name of the first pet that you loved: Brandy.

What you would be named if you were the opposite gender: Ian. Ew.