#lettuce see besties

[astranva]

Instagram Live

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff

Summary: Harry joins his girlfriend’s Instagram live.

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There were a lot of labels that people never seemed to like.

There were relationship labels that people fought over, sexuality labels that every media outlet liked to plaster, and scandalous labels that could break a royal’s reputation.

However, your label as Harry’s girlfriend was one that you actually seemed to enjoy.

Harry’s normal girlfriend.

Sure, you were called “Harry Styles’ girlfriend” more times than you were called by your own name ever since you became public three years ago, but if there was anything you felt like you had bragging rights about, it would be that you managed to form a connection with his fans for being yourself, and especially on TikTok.

It came as a surprise to many and most when people caught up to the woman Harry seemed so infatuated with that he was grinning some more, directing sappy lyrics to on stage, and going shopping with at places that weren’t Gucci. You were relatable.

Your TikToks were international treasure, especially ones where you pranked Harry or participated in couple challenges with, so it was no surprise that even your Instagram harbored some following who were instantly excited and urgent to join once they had got the notification.

yourinstagram started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

Clad in a black Pleasing crewneck, hair up in a microfiber towel, your legs were pushed up slightly against your chest as you painted your nails, peaking to see you already had 14,374 viewers.

“Helloooo,” you dragged, smiling once you saw the excited comments coming through.

user1: OMG HEY BESTIE

user2: PLEASING

user3: NO WAY YOU’RE LIVE

user4: hey, y/n! how are you doing?

“I’m doing okay,” you answered, sighing a little, “Just taking a quick break from studying and thought we could have a chat.”

user5: you’re still studying?

user6: OMG SAY HI ANGELA PLS

user7: @/user she’s getting a master’s degree where have u been

user8: do you miss harry?

“Hi Angela,” you smiled, “Yeah, I’m getting my master’s degree. Guys, I literally forgot how awful exams and assignments were because I graduated like, four years ago, so I don’t miss it,” you said, “Do I miss Harry? No, of course not. I don’t know who that is.”

user9: STOP DID THEY BREAK UP?

user10: I hope you’re joking

user11: NOT YALL BELIEVING HER ALKJWKJFH

You chuckled, “Some of you are new here, huh?”

user9: Y/N HARRY IS WATCHING

user12: HARRY

user8: HARRY IS WATCHING WEIFWEFH

harrystyles: Boo. You miss me.

user13: NO FUCKING WAYYYYY

You laughed, “You’re going to break them.”

user2: I CAN’T BREATHE

harrystyles: Oops.

harrystyles: Have you eaten?

user14: PLSSSS I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M SEEING THIS

“Yeah, I-Oh my God, H, I made one the best salads ever. It had chicken, like grilled chicken, and I had bell peppers, corn, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, red beans, onions,” you counted on your fingers, “Then I made this creamy avocado dressing. It was so fucking good.”

user4: share the recipe bestie

harrystyles: Yum. Can’t wait to try it when I see you.

harrystyles: Breakfast?

“Yeah, I had breakfast, too,” you nodded, “Butter toasts and those olives we got from Italy,” you said, “What about you? Are you eating well?”

user5: I can’t believe we’re witnessing this

user15: it’s like they’re on the phone together

user16: I want to sit on a highway

harrystyles: We had tacos! 🌮

You gasped jokingly, “Did you actually eat tacos because I was telling you about how much I’ve been craving them yesterday?”

paulithepsm: Y/NNNNNNN

user7: PAULI IS HERE

harrystyles: Yes. Hehe.

“Pauli!” You grinned, “I missed you too much!” You were beaming before pointing a finger at the screen, “Same doesn’t go for you though, H. I can’t believe you ate tacos without me.”

harrystyles: PAULI

user8: KEHFKWJE CRYING

paulithepsm: HARRY

paulithepsm: I miss my best friend 😭😭

user18: PLS

harrystyles: I’m sorry. I’ll make you tacos when you get here. Promise.

harrystyles: Show me your nails.

You showed your freshly painted nails to the screen, “Some Citrico Vibrante Cremoso greens,” you showed them off, “Buy Pleasing,” you teased, “Or find more affordable dupes, babes.”

user6: PLSSSS SHE’S SO REAL FOR THAT

harrystyles: I’ll match with you.

“You can wait until I come. I’ll paint them for you,” you said.

harrystyles: OKAY ❤

user3: HE’S SO CUTE

user10: THE EMOJIS HE'S SO REAL

jeffazoff: Come get your man. He’s a pain.

You laughed, “Aw come on, Jeff. He’s not too bad. You just need to cuddle him and feed him.”

harrystyles: Agreed.

harrystyles: Jeff, don’t cuddle me.

user19: KEUDUEWFKHJ PLS

jeffazoff: I wasn’t planning on it 🙄 I’m waiting for Y/N to come and do that

“I leave you for two weeks and now you’re about to kill each other,” you sighed, “Hey, before I forget, can you tell Lamby that I’ve been trying to send him my final thoughts about the outfit but it won’t get to him for some reason?”

harry_lambert: My phone’s been acting up, babe. Send it on email! 🖤

user20: I just want to be her

harrystyles: I love your outfit.

“Okay, Lamby, will do,” you said before giggling, standing up and backing away a little to show the Pleasing crewneck and the baggy green sweatpants you were wearing, “Oh yeah? What do you think?” You put a hand to your hip before pretending to flick back your hair, “My boyfriend got me that sweatshirt,” you pointed at it, “And these are his sweatpants,” you pointed again, “Hair by me, nails by me but using my boyfriend’s nail polish,” you said, wiggling your fingers before approaching your phone again, “He’s kind of a big deal.”

user6: PLSS WHY IS THIS SO CUTE

user7: she’s so cute

harrystyles: He’s so fucking lucky.

You giggled, cupping your hand around your mouth, “Harry Styles just cursed on live,” you whispered.

user18: LMFAOOOOO

user21: “he’s so fucking lucky” I DIED BYE

jeffazoff: Scandalous

harrystyles: OH FUCK

harrystyles: 😎

You laughed, “This is some content your fans will absolutely go feral over,” you said, “I need to go now.”

harrystyles: Call me?

user20: I’m not okay

You nodded, “I’ll call you right after I end that thing. Bye, guys! Talk to you later!”

[thatmaxcontent]

East Blue Polycule, yeah? Let me headcanon-dump onto you, stranger who didn't ask for it!

They overall love one another equally (in their own unique ways), but they do have favorites (keep it a secret though 🤭🤫🫡).

Luffy doesn't favor anyone in particular, but he has the most fun with Usopp and the most 'emotional' (big quotes on that) times with Zoro.

Speaking of the Lettuce Demon, his favorite is obviously Luffy, I need not elaborate on this point. He was the first and he will be the last.

Sanji's favorites are Nami and Usopp, Nami in the more silly yet beloving sense. She'll often tease him for being such a simpy simp, but will happily give him some love every now and then. Usopp is constantly around, not just Sanji but the whole crew, and through that Nicotine Kicker kind of just got used to him being THE first one he'd go to (aside captainly stuff and such). They behave more like married folks who've been together for around 10 years most of the time, but this doesn't take away from Sanji's simpyness. Sanji simps for all his partners, but he only visibly does it with Nami and semi-visibly with Usopp. The other two are far more casual.

Nami's favorite is Vivi (surprise! I got this idea from another post, I don't remember the poster, but aaaugh I love it!!!), but out of the crew it's Usopp. Vivi and Nami are one-to-one, the blue gurl isn't dating anyone else. They keep in contact by constantly sending each other letters and SNÄILIN'!!! Usopp is Nami's crew-favorite because... well... they're besties. They bond over so much, and they're the most open in the relationship with one another (close second being Luffy and Zoro tied with Sanji and Usopp, followed by Luffy and Nami, ect ect).

Usopp's favorites are Nami (because of stated bonding) and Sanji (because of their incredible connection), but Luffy deserves an honorable mention as Usopp spends a lot of time and has a blast with him!! Sometimes they also take two-on-two time, rarely it can turn into a little bit of a quiet session, but usually they rave about future adventures and plans. Sometimes Luffy makes Usopp come up with a 'bedtime story', but it's just an excuse to see the sniper get so passionate and think about another adventure!

(This is also from that other poster, aaaaa thank you for infecting my brain with this incredible rot) Aside Vivi, Kaya is dating both Nami and Usopp! They rarely manage to talk, but when they do their sessions are long and if someone disturbs them it's game over for them!

Now onto the funsy headcanons!

Nami and Usopp browse magazines together on a daily basis (sometimes Robin joins them as the cool mother of the group), and they plan some cool and absolutely ✨️SLAY✨️ outfits none of them can ever wear.

Zoro and Sanji have a little bit of a play-competition going on constantly. They get genuinely pissed off by the other often times, but sometimes they make something a competition as an excuse to angrily make out against the kitchen wall (they definitely 'sword'fight about who tops)

Luffy doesn't completely process the relationship as a, well, romantic relationship. He's more in it for the good times, and because he loves the peeps! He's overall fine with more strictly romantically-viewed things, but sometimes he just doesn't want to. One second he will say "Zoro, crush me with your arms", the next he sees Franky and Robin (the cool parents) kissing and he goes "BLEUGH I'm going to need a shovel to transport this bullshit out of my mouth BLEHHHHHH"

Usopp is the most insecure and unstable in the relationship. He's very people-pleasery, while also trying to keep up a persona. If he ever emotionally talks it's usually to Nami, sometimes to Sanji within the relationship, but outside of it he confides in Franky (the awesome dadster) and Jinbe (the ultimately best grandpops). He tries to get better, but fails to realise how. He has fun with everyone, seeks to be around them at all times, but sometimes he can't help but disappear. If you don't see him at breakfast give him until lunch, at that point it's suitable to check-in. Who knows what the thoughts in his head have made him do.

Sanji has a dedicated notebook/ramblebook about each one of the peeps. Sometimes when he can't sleep, or someone just did something he found notable, he whips out a book and starts going "September 1st, 1989, dear diary-" oh shit, wrong fandom.

Zoro is the one that has to be dragged into things the most, he does go willingly as well but his solitude is important to him. This being said he usually doesn't mind Luffy or Usopp chilling around if he's laying back, sometimes they can ramble and do their own thing as well. A lot of the time it's just sitting and silently contemplating on things, with Usopp at least. If Luffy doesn't have stimulation for five seconds he'll gomu-gomu the ship.

Nami absolutely loves physical contact, but sometimes feels bad that she can't see her girlfriends and feel them around. In these cases she'll request some physical space until things have settled, but sometimes that can make her even more clingy. She usually seeks out Usopp, but will cling onto someone else if he isn't to be seen.

Luffy found a new appreciation for various relationship through the polycule. This also helped him think more healthily about his past, those who are gone and those who are alive. He's managed to settle some feelings, but a lot of experiences still hinder his head. He doesn't think about those things that much, and besides if he feels down he will quite literally start deflating. A quick munch of food, mention of stories or a good song will always cheer him right up.

Usopp actively leaves gifts for everyone around the ship (to the ones outside the relationship as well, but extra for the peeps). They're handmade, and they range from silly notes/drawings with cheesy jokes to actual equipment/tools and sometimes even clothing and jewelry.

I COULD GO ON FOR SO LONG, BUT IF YOU READ THIS FAR THANK YOU FOR BEING AN ENJOYER!!!! And drink some water, you're dehydrated you fucking amazing dewdrop angel baby

HAVE A GOOD TIMEZONE!!!

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Ruin The Friendship

Summary : When your best friend Austin Butler comes back into town after shooting for Elvis for almost two years, you plan a big night of catching up for the both of you. But the night takes a wild turn as alcohol makes suppressed feelings of attraction bubble up to the surface during a game of ‘truth or dare’.

Pairing : Austin Butler x reader

Warning(s) : fluff, kissing, ice-play (?), alcohol consumption, besties to lovers, suggestive language, mention of 18+ activities, this is pretty tame tbh, might make a part 2 (?)

Featuring : Ashley Tisdale, mentions of Elvis Presley

Author’s note : the reader is intended to be neutral, not of any specific race or colour, or size. Future stories I write may not have that distinction, always check at the top before proceeding to read. Thanks :)

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“Aus! I missed you!” I leapt towards my best friend of ten years after not seeing him for nearly two years. His work ethic has got him where he is today, but sometimes it was a real pain. I couldn’t believe I’d survived nearly 20 consecutive months without seeing my best friend in real time — face time and phone calls could only do so much!

“Have you gotten shorter?” He chuckled against my shoulder, still lifting me up by my thighs as I remained latched onto him. I laughed at his stupid joke. I missed his stupid jokes.

“I swear, you’re tinier everytime I see you,”

“It’s not my fault you’re a tree,” I giggled, as he put me down.

“What’ve you planned for me tonight?”

“Lots of drinking,” I began listing, “of course,” he retorted, “lots of talking,” I continued, “and lots of food,” I slung my arm around his shoulder, carrying his bag up to my apartment with the other, “sounds perfect,” he chuckled.

Once Austin and I had freshened up, and Austin had taken a not-very long but much-needed nap (after me nagging him to rest and him declining before eventually giving in), we finally set out all of Austin’s favourite “American” food and sat down to feast and just be in each other’s company.

“You can’t imagine how much I’ve missed these,” he mumbled between large bites, moaning at the taste of a cheese burger. I laughed, “you went to Australia, not Yemen,” I said, referencing the most random and far-away country I could think of off the top of my head. “Every fast food aficionado knows that not all cheese burgers taste the same,”

“Close your mouth when you chew,” I giggled, using a napkin to dab his mouth, that was covered in sauce and chopped up lettuce. He was such a child sometimes.

“What else did you miss?” I asked.

“You,” he said with no hesitation and I felt a little flutter in my tummy, a bit unfamiliar but not entirely out of the realm of possibility with the two of us. Our families were convinced that we were dating despite how many times we told them ‘no way, ew’, and our friends all placed bets on how long it would take for us to realize we’re in love with each other. We’d laugh and they’d laugh and we’d move on from it like it never happened. And we liked it that way. I wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of how close Austin and I are. Despite the heat that rose to my cheeks every time he stared me down and gave me his undivided attention. Despite the butterflies in my core every time he said my name a little too softly. And despite the confusing feelings that have only grown in all this time away from him.

“And my family, of course, Ash, Dad, Calum, my nieces, other Ashley,” he chuckled, “I missed being able to order Chinese food at 3 in the morning, and taking the subway to see plays any day of the week, I even missed seeing garbage everywhere at one point,” I laughed, but then he went quiet. “I just got so alone,” he whispered at last, and I felt my stomach sink.

I couldn’t begin to fathom what Austin had been through. There were countless nights when I’d wake up to a call with Austin in tears or his voice broken with how exhausted he was. He put so much pressure on himself to embody Elvis Presley, and completely put his own life on pause for three years in the process. He poured his heart, soul, and body into being Elvis, and the world would soon get to see just how hard he worked.

I placed my hand on his, brushing it slightly with my thumb, “I’m glad you’re back Aus,”

Neither of us realized when the party transitioned from fast food and heavy talks to drinking and dancing but neither of us complained. Austin was singing along to Polk Salad Annie while twirling me around and I was giggling at the sounds coming from Austin. Many people believed Austin changed who he is to be Elvis, but he’d always been an old soul, and that combined with his newly found confidence was just a sight to behold. He was glowing. I was so happy for him.

“What’re you smiling at?”

“Nothing,” I giggled.

“C’mon, tell me,”

“It’s nothing,” I said defensively, and Austin stopped dancing abruptly, pulling me towards himself. His eyes were mischievous and I knew what he was up to.

“I know how to get it out of you,” he rasped, teasingly, and I struggled to get out of his grasp.

“Austin, don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything,” he chuckled, “yet,” he added, grinning.

“Austin, please, it’s so stupid, we’re grown now!” I said, my voice getting higher the closer he got. Austin gripped my waist in his hands, and began tickling me gently, and I squirmed in his hold, my body on fire.

“Austin! Stop, please!” I laughed. He laughed too, “tell me what you were smiling about,”

“It’s-ahaha-it’s not that serious!”

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me,”

“Aus!” I giggled, “I hate you!”

“Oh, yeah?” He feigned being offended, only tickling me harder and I walked backwards to get away from him, until my back hit the cold wall, and I had nowhere to escape. I pushed against his chest and he grabbed my wrists, halting all my movements. We stopped grinning, and it went silent, the atmosphere changing within seconds.

“You don’t hate me,” he whispered, pinning my wrists against the wall, beside my head.

“I couldn’t,” I said, just as quietly, no longer struggling against his hold.

He swallowed thickly, eyeing me up and down, and I realized the alcohol was getting too strong for the both of us.

I gently pulled my wrists from his grasp, and he let me, loosening his strong hold to let me walk past him whilst avoiding his gaze.

It became a little quiet after the little incident. Austin and I continued drinking, but we weren’t talking as much, and the silence was killing me. “Aus,” I called, “I’m bored,”

Austin leaned his head back against the couch, “what d’you wanna do?”

I thought about it for a moment, “how about 20 questions?”

“Oh yeah, sure,” he grinned cheekily, “I didn’t realize we were 12,” he retorted. I lightly punched his arm, “fine! You pick something,”

“How about truth or dare?”

“Cause that’s for grown ups, right?” I teased. Austin rolled his eyes, “c’mon, truth or dare?”

“Hm...truth,”

“Okay,” he gave it some thought before asking, “What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done while drunk?”

I buried my face in my hands, “oh god. Freshman year of college, I was fooling around with one of my best friends and I tripped while we were kissing and fell face first on my bed and the door was open so everyone out in the hall saw,”

“Oh, lord have mercy, that’s brutal,” he chuckled. “Which best friend?”

“Nu-uh, you only get one truth. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,”

“Ugh, bore,” I giggled, “have you ever kissed a guy?”

Austin smirked, “do you want a simple ‘yes or no’ or a list of names?”

My eyes widened, “Austin Robert Butler!”

He chuckled, “it was college, we were drunk every other weekend, and straight guys that are secure in themselves will literally kiss anyone,” he explained. I bit my lip and laughed out loud despite my attempts to hold back. “That’s amazing,”

“Anyway,” he chuckled sheepishly, turning slightly red, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,”

“Ooh, wrong move,” he smirked, “I dare you to perform your most sexy choreography in front of me,”

“No way,” I said right away, a song coming to mind already.

“C’mon, don’t be such a baby,”

“Oh, so you think I’m a baby?” I said, standing up, and queueing up Expectations by Lauren Jauregui. Austin stared up at me in amusement and surprise, and I swayed my hips side to side as the music played. And I didn’t know where it came from, this confidence in me to dance exactly like Lauren had done in the guitar bridge of the song, but I did it, and I did it well. I went on my knees and crawled towards him; I twisted and turned along to the beat; and I flicked my hair in all the right directions. All while Austin gaped at me, his mouth parted and breathing heavy as he watched me silently. When the song ended, I was standing directly in front of Austin, and he rose up from his seat on the couch, looking at me with an unfamiliar look. “What?” I asked, slightly embarrassed now that it became silent. He simply shook his head, “you’re amazing,” he whispered. My cheeks were heated and I didn’t know where to look, so I went back to my seat on the couch, “truth or dare, Austin?”

“Fuck it, dare,”

“Right after giving me that? You’re asking for a tough one,” Austin blushed, bringing his hands to cover his face in that adorable way he often does. And I saw a peak at Austin’s lower stomach with his white shirt risen and wrinkled. I averted my gaze to the table before us and my eyes met my bucket of ice cubes. My impulses were getting the best of me, and I knew I shouldn’t have taken that last shot, but we were too drunk to remember any of this tomorrow anyway, so I said the first thing that came to me. “I dare you to ... let me melt an ice cube anywhere on your body.”

Austin blushed more, shaking his head, “that’s enough tequila for you,”

“Don’t be such a baby,” I reiterated, grinning.

Austin bit his bottom lip, “fine, do it,”

“You serious?”

“Mh-hm, melt an ice cube...” he smirked suggestively, “on my abdomen,”.

I’d once walked in on Austin working out in his basement without a shirt, and despite my attempts to not, my eyes lingered on his abdomen longer than I’d intended. I was curious whether he’d noticed. I was curious whether he’d seen me eyeing him just moments, and if whether that’s why he wanted me to do it on that specific body part.

I didn’t back down though, the liquid courage was making both of us frisky, but neither of us payed any mind to it. I grabbed the bucket and knelt before him, and he sucked in a sharp breath, lifting his shirt. I audibly gasped. It wasn’t as if I would see Austin without his shirt regularly before he began shooting for Elvis, but even through his clothing I could tell he wasn’t the bulkiest guy back then — but now! I figure from all the training and weight-gaining required to become Elvis, he must’ve gained several pounds and much more muscle. And he looks absolutely delicious. Austin smirked at my nervousness, “what’s wrong? Regretting your own dare?”

“No way! Are you?”

He shook his head, but then threw it back as I placed the ice cube on his stomach without warning, wanting to catch him off guard.

Austin bit his bottom lip, eyeing me as I rubbed the cube in small circles. But when I brought it lower, Austin’s eyes rendered closed, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down. He looked so good from this angle, with me practically on my knees between his legs, and his head thrown back in pleasure. When the ice melted on his warm skin, I nearly moaned at having to withdraw from him, but I knew we were walking a scary tightrope right now, and I couldn’t risk him knowing the kind of thoughts I was having.

I stood up from my previous, very suggestive position, and Austin looked up at me with hooded eyes. Austin had very expressive eyes, I think it is what made us so close. I value honesty and kindness in the people close to me, and all of his just poured out through his eyes. He could never lie to me. And I knew in this moment, he felt something for me too. He was looking up at me with these puppy eyes, so vulnerable, almost submissive, and I bit my lip to refrain from moaning again.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he said, a little out of breath, his voice a little more raspy than before.

“Truth,” I said quietly, sitting back down next to him, but keeping a considerate distance, afraid of what I’ll do if I’m within close proximity to him.

“What is your biggest kink?”

“Austin!” I slapped his chest.

“What so you can melt an ice cube on me and I can’t ask you a simple question?”

“That’s completely different!” I defended.

“It’s not actually, but answering a question is no where near as impossible as staying still while you touch me,” he said, all too casually, and my mouth fell open. He chuckled.

“Okay we’re drinking too much” I said, reaching for Austin’s drink as he raised the glass to his lips.

“Answer the questions, babe,”

My breathing escalated at the nickname and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “overstimulation,”

Austin stopping drinking. Raised a brow. And then bit his bottom lip. So aggressively, I thought he might draw blood.

“Really?” He swallowed. I nodded shyly.

“Why?” He rasped, and when I didn’t answer him, he brought his forefinger and thumb down to my chin and lifted my face up to meet his. Alcohol was bringing out a whole new side to him, and we were crossing all the lines that we’re not supposed to. I swallowed before answering, quietly, “I don’t know, I guess I-“ I took a breath, “just the idea of someone making me come multiple times, I mean my ex boyfriends could barely —“ I bit my lip.

“Go on,” Austin urged, still holding my face in his large hand, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

“Most guys tend to think about themselves,” I said, filtering my very blatant answer, “so the idea of someone taking pleasure in pleasing me so persistently is very intriguing.”

The atmosphere was incredibly heavy. The tension, palpable. I saw Austin’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he registered my words. I even saw him subtly adjust himself, fixing his now-tightening trousers while staring me down.

I couldn’t sit still under his heated gaze anymore so I took another shot. “Hey, woah, slow down, you’ve had enough,”

“Clearly not enough,”

“Not enough for what?”

I bit my lip. And then I poured myself another shot, chugging it down before Austin could stop me. I couldn’t possibly let it slip that I wasn’t nearly drunk enough to accept my feelings. I was clearly attracted to Austin. But it wasn’t just attraction anymore. I wanted him. I loved him.

“Truth or dare, Austie?”

Austin shook his head angrily, “c’mon”, I poked his arm.

“Fine, dare,”

“I’m so tempted to make you regret that,” Austin finally cracked a smile.

“I dare you to call Ashley and tell her you slept with her sister,”

“Wait—what?!”

“Not your sister Ashley! Ashley Tisdale,”

Austin let out a breath of relief, “okay, ‘cause that sounded—“

“Like incest?”

“Yeah!” We giggled and for a second, we were ‘’us’ again. Austin pulled out his phone and called Ashley, “hey Ash!” Austin was slurring through his speech and I was sure Ashley would figure it out sooner or later that Austin was drunk. “I’m good, I’m good, I just-I just need to make a confession,” Austin placed the phone on his leg, putting it on speaker. “What did you do now Austin?” I heard Ashley. Ever since she became a mom, she’s always got that reprimanding tone in her voice and it was absolutely adorable.

“I, uh, I slept with your sister,” he pretended to sound guilty and I shook my head in disbelief, surprised that he actually was going through with the dare. Only Austin truly knew how angry this would make Ash.

“WHAT?!”

“I’m sorry, Ash, I know I shouldn’t have—“

“How?! WHEN?” She screamed.

“Last night,”

“LAST NIGHT?!—last night? How is that even-she’s not even in New York, Austin,”

Austin stared at me, confused, “what?”

“She flew to London last week,”

Austin palmed his face, and laughed, “okay, you got me, this was a dare,”

“Are you serious?” Ashley sounded so relieved, it was adorable.

“Yes I’m serious, I would never do that to — to you,” Austin stuttered, avoiding my gaze suddenly.

“I was ready to murder you and hide the body Aus, don’t ever do that again!”

“I’m sorry! Blame it all on Y/N,” he chuckled.

“Is she there?”

“Yep, right next to me,”

“Have you told her yet?” I looked at Austin confused, and he snatched the phone off of his leg before I could ask Ashley what she was referring to. “Hey so, uh, I gotta go, talk later,”

I couldn’t hear the other end of the line because Austin put it off speaker, but they shared goodbyes and ended the call.

“What was she talking about?”

“Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it,”

“Austin are you hiding something from me?”

I was never one to pry, but that was simply because Austin told me everything himself. I didn’t want to, but I felt hurt.

“I promise you, it’s nothing, it’s probably something I’ve already told you and can’t recall,”

I simply nodded. I didn’t want to push him.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

“Dare,”

“I dare you to kiss me,”

“Austin!” I punched his arm again, harder this time and he threw his head back in laughter. “Okay, um, I dare you—“

I didn’t know how and I didn’t know why, but before he could finish the thought, I leaned into him, looking him in the eyes as I sat up on my knees to hover over him.

“What’re you doing, Y/N?”

“I’m doing my dare,”

Austin opened his mouth and then closed it, taken aback. I placed my hand on his cheek and despite the look of shock on his face, he leaned into it, and before either of us knew what was happening, I placed my lips on his. And we melted into it. His lips were softer than I could have ever imagined them to be. I was slightly taller than him in this position, and it gave me a false sense of power, but before I could revel in it, Austin began claiming my lips, grabbing my face in his large hands and bringing me down to kiss me deeper than I’ve ever been kissed. I gasped, not expecting it, and the sound stirred something within Austin and he moaned against my mouth, pulling me flush against him. I was nearly sat upon Austin and completely out of breath, but neither of us dared to end it. Only when the urge to breathe became too exhausting and the power in our lungs gave out, did we move away, breathing loudly against each other, with his arms still wrapped around me. I bit my lip, not knowing what comes next. Austin grabbed my chin in his forefinger and thumb and brought me closer to himself, “I love you,” he breathed. “That’s what Ashley wanted me to tell you. That’s the reason I’m here, with you, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, Y/N,” he said softly, and I believed every word that came out of his mouth.

I felt so overwhelmed. From the kiss. From his words. His voice. His face. His eyes. Him.

“Austin,” I hushed, and the words that came out of me next were both the most surprising and the most truthful words I’d ever spoken to him, “I love you too.”

[bengiyo]

Laws of Attraction Eps 1 and 2 Stray Thoughts

For @lurkingteapot, @negrowhat, and @troubled-mind, here are some highlights from the voice recordings Bestie and I sent to the chat while we were watching the first two episodes.

Episode 1

Ben: They were death-flagging on this child, so David and I decided to take the over-under on how long it would take this child to die. We gave it five minutes. So, two minutes later.... David: They ran over that child like Wile E. Coyote!

David: I can't go to Thailand. Ben: I'm scared! I'm really scared!

Ben: I'm so excited. This is giving everything. We got a kid run over by a car after death flagging six different ways, and David's like that list better not be in that bag! Cuts to the bag. The list is covered in blood. David: This is a Mexican telenovela!!

Episode 2

Ben: Let's talk about this sandwich. This man put all this presentation into a single sandwich, which he cut in half! Then split between the two of them, garnished with a piece of lettuce, a slice of tomato, and a ton of onion....along with some orange juice from concentrate?? With bread that looks like it was burnt to within in inch of its life on a George Foreman Grill..... This man is insane.... Like we already knew that. This man is as insane as Bill in Kill Bill 2 using a whole chef's knife to spread mayonnaise on a sandwich.

Ben: Okay, David, you were correct. I'll give you a Clowned Correctly award. David said that that man is not touching him because he's insane and he absolutely wants that man to want him when he finally fucks him. I love it though! He's like, "You were drunk, and you puked on yourself. So I removed your clothes to clean you up, and lusted. I sure did! But I didn't touch you! Because that would get me 4-20 year in prison. And they're not gonna have my ruffles and bubble baths in prison." David: "I'm a not-so-secret luxurious bitch. I don't DO cells." Ben: This high sadity mofo's like, "Uh-uh. But! Since you're sober now!" David: "Let's talk!!" Ben: I love this man. David: "Good! What's really good?"

Ben: Not this man getting out of this car... David: With the gayest shirt! Ben: What the fuck is going on with this collar and these overlong goddamn sleeves? This man is a menace. David: This is giving, "Give me shirt but also a Faustian nightmare." Ben: He looks like someone just popped a can of cinnamon rolls. David: I can't want more for you than you want for yourself. Ben: I...am overdone...with this show... David: And not champagne colored! You're a gay man! You know better! Ben: Look how it's sitting on his shoulders! This is a travesty!

Ben: I know we comment on how unhinged this man is in every scene, but why is he taking the One Ring to Mordor as well?

Ben: This is the least insane he's looked in this show, and that's saying something. We've been here for nine hours.

Ben: I see why @ginnymoonbeam said this show might be for the KinnPorsche enjoyers because this is now the next show where we've watched a father slap his son in the most bitchless way possible. David: Slaps always come in threes! The first is your first salvo. The second, this time, is aiming to fuck up some real estate. The third is the disrespect.

David: They clearly defined her relationship with her employees. They are not afraid of her. If these are hoes, they feel taken care of. Ben: I don't know what the relationship is between Organ and Silvy's characters, but I hope we get to see them fuck on screen. David: If we don't, why am I here? I require women doing filthy shit to each other. I can get BL anywhere. I came to see women doing shameful things with each other. I came here for Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon in Bound. I did not come here for the Bridges of Madison County. Ben: Girl you ain't never lie!

David: I'm here for this. The unapologetic sissiness is what I live for. He had me when he pulled out that little gun. "Now, I can date you, but I can also put you down like a dog." You know there's nothing I love more than Gays With Guns. Look at God. Won't he do it. Ben: God had nothing to do with iQIYI.

[possibilistfanfiction]

bestie I just watched all of warrior nun so I could finally read your new fics and I’m sooo excited

🥲🥲🥲 it’s such a fun show & world!! i will also say in addition to any fics i write this is a fandom w SO MANY gorgeous fics & art etc it’s been such a joy!

but i rly love writing ava! i have a little border collie who is just. unequivocally bursting at the SEAMS abt life every day — she loves eating fruit & crunchy lettuce desperately; she loves to sleep on our bed during the day but when we’re in it at night she cries asking for permission; she cries, like deep in her soul CRIES, with joy when she sees the beach. we live abt 2 miles from the coast & abt a 10 min drive from her favorite big dog beach so we go nearly every day, & yet, every single time, she is just… overflowing w happiness. she gets to run as fast as she wants & chase the gulls. when she realizes she’s far, she always comes back. she jumps around in the water. it’s such a miracle! she’s such a miracle! & when i saw ava running on the beach in 101 i was just like … i Understand. i am around a soul w this energy every day. they are relentlessly annoying but it’s impossible not to love them. what a blessing

anyway i love ava. i love bea for loving ava. i love bea. i love ava for loving bea. it’s so fun god bless

[plutoids-thoughts]

I am bored so I decided I will share the songs on my megop playlist :3 (not many songs, but quality over quantity✌🏽)

Also if anyone has other songs in mind, I’d love to add them to my playlist

Lettuce begin…

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys — it’s SOO ANGSTY. The late night rumination of what’s been lost and the temptation to just GO FOR IT despite being sworn enemies and knowing it’s probably not gonna have the best outcome. Yep, tfp megop I think.

Enemy - Imagine Dragons — Arcane was an objectively good series. I also think it’s a good representation of Megatron’s conflict with the upper class and Autobot fanatics because he’s made many enemies since he’s spoken of dismantling a system that had allowed them to perpetuate oppression to their benefit, and he’s determined to keep speaking up about it. Also just my little spin on it, but I think that it also represents his minor victim complex which didn’t take well to Optimus becoming a prime bc 1) he had many feelings for his “bro” and 2) he associated the primacy with the corruption of the High Council, and he felt deeply betrayed by Optimus because he thought Optimus would uphold the values of classism and corruption despite having fought by Megs’ side under his philosophy. He thought someone finally understood his struggle intimately, but then Optimus became a Prime so that OBVIOUSLY meant Megatron meant nothing to Optimus. Megs is so dramatic 🙄🙄

Reflections - The Neighborhood — so much ANGST!!! Each of them wanting the other to come back because they sold their soul for each other and believing the other just doesn’t love them anymore. The angst is scrumptious. Also it’s such a soft song, it’s giving “ruminating about your ex lover/revolutionary bestie at 3 am”

Star Walkin’ - Lil Nas X — Super peppy tune, it makes me wanna start a revolution!! AAAAA!! I think it’s representative of Megatron’s thirst to be recognized and to have power to change Cybertron’s corrupt authority, to champion a revolution fueled by the intoxicating idealism that would make Cybertron equal for everyone. I hc that Orion Pax and Megs when they were young would be brimming with idealism and determination and fall hard into whatever they set their minds to (including each other 🫣🫣). Obv as the war evolves and they find each other on opposite sides of the war, yes they fight each other bc they want to protect the ideals of their respective factions, but also because they’re constants in each others lives. Optimus Prime will always be a driving force in Megs’s life and vice versa. It’s a sort of weird camaraderie they share because they’re important to each other (not in the sense that they can’t live without the other, but like they’ve always been present in the others life).

The Heat - The Score — I almost didn’t put it on here because I feel like it’s very subjective, but it just reminds me of tfp Megatron’s obsession with Optimus, and like he wants him BAD.

Hold Me Down - The Happy Fits — so this might be a little OOC but I think what I hc as the early parts of Megatronus and Orion Pax’s relationship is what this song reminds me of. They’re just so in love but so awkward. It just hits you in the feels.

Centuries - Fallout Boy — do I even need to explain? also just more angst ✌🏽✌🏽

Run for Cover - The Killers — again, a very angsty tune and I love it.

Crossfire - Stephen — there’s a lot in this song. Firstly I see two perspectives in this song that I think fit well with Optimus and Megatron. One perspective is caught in the middle of a necessary war because of trying to fight oppression/corruption as someone who was a victim of that, and the weariness he feels, but also the fact that he has to continue fighting in order to protect himself and others like him from oppression (essentially being “caught in the crossfire”) — that’s Megs. The other one is someone who’s priveliged and mostly protected from oppression that has tangible effects on his life, but he still is conscious of others being oppressed and wanting to know why — that’s Optimus/Orion Pax. And in a way, megs and op find refuge in each other while this whole thing is going on because the lyrics lowkey reek of exhaustion to me, and it seems like both of them are exasperated/emotionally drained from this war. Eventually, as the war goes on, Optimus starts to question if he’s on the right side of the war. If he’s on the Autobot side, hes asking if blindly following orders is the right thing to do, kind of like in IDW’s Autocracy, because the destruction he’s bringing to the enemy doesn’t seem fair, because they’re just fighting for freedom. If he’s on Megs’ side, he’s questioning if Megatron’s brutality and totalitarianism is really the way to bring peace, even if he does love Megs and believes in Megs’ vision of a more equal Cybertron. There’s a lot of internal conflict that’s very characteristic of Optimus’s and Megatron’s rocky relationship and honestly it’s my crack.

If you actually read all this, *forehead kiss* I love y’all <333 thanks for listening to my half coherent thoughts

[kawaiichibiart]

Platonic Lovesquare Headcanons because I hate them romantically but adore them as besties:

Promised to marry each other if they weren't married to someone by 30.

Use "patrol" as an excuse to just take time for themselves and have fun being kids.

Ladybug indulges Chat Noir's desires, from bringing food because he didn't eat to helping him explore hobbies he's interested in.

Adrien likes to doodle but doesn't do it often since Gabriel threw out his old sketchbook (if it's not realism, studies of the masters (like Van Goh, da Vinci, Renoir, etc.) or fashion, Gabriel considers it a waste of paper, the only reason he keeps Adrien's childhood drawing of him and his parents is because Emily loved it, if not for that he would have thrown it out already), upon learning this Marinette gets him a new one and promises to hold onto it for him at her house.

Marinette lets Adrien try on her more feminine/girly outfits, she likes how happy he looks when he's spinning in a very swishy dress.

Chat Noir and Marinette watch movies together purely to say shit about them. They got kicked out of the movie theater one too many times.

Ever since finding out their secret IDs, Ladybug will sometimes go to Adrien's house and either sneak him out or stay to keep him company.

They cry over animal videos. Their friends have found them teary eyed while they watch a guinea pig eat lettuce on Adrien's tablet during lunch.

If you're up late, chances are you either see and/or hear them running around and trying things out (by trying things out, I mean they want to see how far Chat's cat instincts go)

They argue about who has it worse with the animal instincts: Adrien, who got hit with them right a-fucking-way or Marinette, whos got hit with them super fucking slowly.

They also wonder if they'll go through physical changes (Adrien:...do you think I'll grow a tail? Marinette:...maybe?...would it be black to match Chat Noir or...? Adrien:....I think it'll be blond like my hair? And change to black when I transform??...would you get more arms? Marinette:...fuck, maybe? It'd be handy-wait... Adrien: *smiling mischievously* What was that? Marinette: NOTHING!!)

Both are dead tired. Real fucking tired. Oh hey, Ninalya, good morn-zzzzzz...

No, we aren't dating, why do people keep asking us that?? *Adrien is sitting in Marinette's lap while she works on some new designs*

[illgetthe]

Maxwell Elizabeth Puckett & Issac "no middle name" O'Connor

Oh and Zoey Grace Puckett as well :3

ok starting with max HHGG RAAH

GAAAAYAAAAA

AAAAAiTSSSS AAA

SUCH A GOOD NAMEE AAAGGHGHFH

The still vaguely pretentious name bit is still there however in a way all middle names are. Elizabeth unlike lawrence is a name you give with love. (Lawrence you love as a person. Elizabeth is a fancy loving word.) You send a lawrence to the circus to show off how good he is at calligraphy you pass down to an Elizabeth your family trauma WHICH speaking of you know that white werewolf who was garcias mentor Shrike? (Which by the way read that in the recap before chapter 8 which somehow I completely missed and never read hello?) Looks like an Elizabeth/Lizzie to me. I know it's not relevant but if shrike and ms puckett were ever besties before the disaster that's where the name came from. to me. ANYWAYS ignoring that: elizabeth gives max that vague feminine/ enby /something that the little twerp has somewhere inside. You could call this name across the house if my boy didn't do the dishes when he was supposed to. Haha funny ENOUGH HAAHA the stupid baby names websites whisper their secrets in my ears and one secret is Elizabeth means God's promise/God is my oath. Haha haha this broken god catboy would be doomed from the start! Hahaahahaahaha!!!! Eh hem cough the problem with ranking here is the still remaining consideration towards lawrence, which as of now is my only max middle name to compare to. While lawrence takes the power already stored within the name Maxwell Puckett, and increases it tenfold, Elizabeth gives it a new flavour, a new twist (color: green)- to me it's a weighty name , something kind and sad at once. And also unfortunately very british. Is something like that too much for blue cap, scooter boy max? Would he be looked at my his goofy parents and be bestowed this name? To decide whether I'd rank this a 9 or a 10 i needed to stop and consider what middle names are to, at the very least, myself. Very simply, very factually: a name not usually associated with someone until you know them better! Very often taken from a relative your moma' or dada' or what'ever'a liked! MAXWELL and PUCKETT is the sandwhich bread, lettuce, cheese, but Elizabeth is the hidden pickle. You see the Max at first sight, the metal scooter boy, the random middle schooler. You learn of, unfold, later feel the Elizabeth. Therefore, perchance, I do'eth claim: 10/10 elizabeth is a name for someone with mommy issues.

Going to reblog and adress grace + isaac ?¿¡error•`¡ o'connor

[sleepyowlwrites]

6 and 15 for the end of year asks!

—@italiangothicwriteblr

maybe I have enough brains for an ask or two.

6. did you make any new writeblr friends? give a shout-out! if not, it's time to praise one of your old besties <3

yes, for sure! I legit can't remember who all I befriended just this year, but off the top of my head:

@squarebracket-trick Rubik! we haven't interacted a ton but I was called a "pillar of the writeblr community" in a post of hers and haven't gotten over it

@forthesanityofstorytellers Clarity! I think we became friends just this year? I think. IDK. all I know is I owe a reward for learning how to solve a rubiks cube

@youjustfeelthemforever Bumblehoneybee! do NOT remember why/how I followed, probably for the lols, and now I have another cute child in my friend garden (who will spam reblog posts at my command)

@daisywords Marguerite! we haven't interacted a lot yet but I'm looking forward to it

@sam-glade Verdance! a sweetheart, really. I don't know anything else because I lost the ability to know stuff about people about four months ago but I like them

@jay-avian Zima! finally gave her a nickname after trading asks for a while, because she deserves it

I know I followed more people this year but my brains are like soggy lettuce.

15. time for shameless self-promotion! answer with a piece of writing you want others to see/read! (if you have nothing posted/published this year, any other year is fine too ^^)

I have indeed written things this year, nothing that I'm super duper hyped about, but here's an available snippet of Jet and Copper being the bestest and most heartbreaking brothers

thanks for asking, Spire :)

[callmemana]

Arms May Be Wide Open, But The Brain Cells Aren’t There: #10

Bob: *mumbling in embarrassment* i-if I were a gardener, i would put our tulips together.

Birdie: Aw, babe!

Lucky: if I were a gardener you’d be my hoe.

Fanboy: …thanks

Whiskey: *visibly drunk* so, this is my boyfriend, Ron.

Slider: no.

Whiskey: scratch that he’s more like a special someone.

Slider: *glaring intensely at Whiskey*

Whiskey: okay… but we’re like more than friends… we’re super close.

Slider: *glaring intensifies*

Whiskey: I give up! What are we?

Slider: we’re married Jade!

Ice: okay, let’s go over this one more time… if you bite it and you die it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Got it?

Bob: I think so…

Fanboy: wait, I have a question! What if I bite it and it dies?

Payback: that means you’re poisonous.

Hangman: what if it bites itself and I die?

Phoenix: that’s voodoo.

Cinco: okay, but if it bites me and someone else dies?

Halo: *getting annoyed* that’s correlation, not causation.

Birdie: alright, and what if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Lucky: …that’s kinky.

Ice: don’t say a word.

Lucky:…

Lucky: fergalicious.

Ice: I said no words.

Lucky: oh I see. Two weeks ago at family game night it’s not a word. Now it’s suddenly a word because it’s convenient to you.

Hangman: from now on we’ll be using code names. You can address me as Big Daddy.

Hangman: mouse, code name smalls.

Hangman: cinco, code name future baby-mama.

Hangman: phoenix, RBF

Hangman: lucky, Chaos

Hangman: bob, BOB

Hangman: fanboy, Nerd Boy

Hangman: birdie, Tweety

Hangman: payback, Smooth

Hangman: rooster, Chicken

Hangman: coyote, Bestie

Hangman: ice, Iceberg Lettuce

Hangman: slider, Himbo

Hangman: spicy, Best Bradshaw

Hangman: dragon, Scary

Hangman: whiskey, Mama

Fanboy: *sneezes*

Lucky: …

Fanboy: you’re not even going to say ‘bless you’?

Lucky: *flips hair* I’m sitting here next to you. You’ve clearly been blessed.

Lieutenant: Whiskey, Slider would like to have a word with you.

Whiskey: bring the bitch in.

Lieutenant: right away ma’am!

Slider: *walks in* did you just call me a bitch?

Whiskey: they can’t know I like-like you.

Slider:

Slider:

Slider: Jade, we’re married???

Birdie: Bam, what would you say if I came home with five puppies?

Bob: what’s in the box?

Birdie: *silence*

Bob: Bird, what’s in the box?

Birdie: *more silence*

Birdie: I think you know.

Mouse: I can’t wait to see my best friend again! He’s the bestest anyone could ask for!

Rooster: I’m gonna tell her…

Phoenix: don’t you dare.

Slider: whiskey you have to stop.

Whiskey: I can’t, I can’t stop, Ron.

Slider: love, it’s not healthy, you can’t go on this way.

Whiskey: I know, I know! *sobs* it’s just so hard Ron! *throws herself into Slider’s arms*

Ice: what are they talking about?

Dragon: whiskey has a serious meddling problem. She just saw Bob kiss Birdie for the first time since they broke up.

Dragon’s Angels📻: @bayisdying @breadsquash @gracespicybradshaw @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @starlit-epiphany

🏷️ list: @luckyladycreator2

[nepofm]

+𝟒  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃  .    rory  briar  (  courtney  eaton  )  is  looking  for  a  platonic  connection;  rosalind  bishop   (  bae  suzy  )   is  looking  for  a  platonic  connection;   james  castor  (  christopher  briney  )  is  looking  for  a  romantic  connection;   &   juliette  buathong  (  lisa  manoban  )  is  looking  for  a  romantic  connection  .

platonic. — rory briar is looking for a best friend since childhood ( these two are besties; basically raised together - though i would love some tension, perhaps your muse’s parents don’t like rory’s parents bc they’re big hippies?? like rory always came to class smelling like the devil’s lettuce and they didn’t even smoke like that … back then - and now she partakes on the daily, or your muse dated someone who didn’t like rory, we could do a falling out if you want, etc ) within the age range of 22-25 that preferably looks like ella purnell, tom blythe, hunter schafer, daniel padilla, zion moreno, paul mescal, mimi keene, wolfgang novogratz, leah lewis, anyone you feel like who fits your vibes! you do have to contact the mun before applying under roaries.

platonic. — rosalind bishop is looking for an extroverted roommate ( lokey, she’s so introverted, that she needs a roommate to live with, or else she’ll get sad and touch starved ! so pls, be the extroverted roommate to her introverted sad girl aesthetic. i think it’d be fun if they were newly roommates, so we could navigate through living pains and what not ) within the age range of 22-27 that preferably looks like selena gomez, hunter schafer, zion moreno, mason gooding, jessica vu, maddison jaizani, , anyone you feel like who fits your vibes! you do have to contact the mun before applying under roaries.

romantic. — james castor is looking for a high school ex ( there is ONE relationship, there always is, that leaves james with the most terrible commitment issues. a best friend, the girl next door, the one who seemed too perfect, too good, who if it was versus him and her getting to heaven on their dying day, james’ knows it would be her. his parents liked her, his friends liked her, her friends like him; but they were young, only 16 and in love, and things like that never last, really. they date until they’re in college, but it’s the first semester of it that they break it off; none of their friends really know why, and it all chalks down to james wanting to see other options and being scared. scared of commitment, scared of only loving one person like this and then what would he do when she leaves ? so he leaves first. ) within the age range of 24-26 that preferably looks like madison beer, suki waterhouse, antonia gentry, caroline hu, kennedy walsh, lili reinhart, paris berelc, madison bailey, aslıhan malbora, any female presenting fc, ! you do have to contact the mun before applying under jamesluvsria.

romantic. — juliette buathong is looking for a fake boyfriend ( so … she has a not great ex. four years later and he’s still on her ass. due to last resorts, and perhaps drunkenly made bad plans, she found herself a fake boyfriend. it’s annoying that she has to do this at all, but at least she knows he has her back. ) within the age range of 22-28 that preferably looks like aria shahghasemi, corey mylchreest, andrew matthew welch, felix mallard, jonathan daviss, barry kheogan, aramis knight, any male presenting fc, ! you do have to contact the mun before applying under fairjuliette.

[forgedqzs]

[ EMILIA CLARKE ] – have you heard about [LUCIA "LUX" CHANDLER ]? [ SHE/HER ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TEN YEARS ]. they’re [ THIRTY-THREE ] yrs old and seem very [ INTELLIGENT]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ SNEAKY ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [CORD ALLEY SMUGGLER]. they often daydream about [ ABANDONED BUILDINGS ]. i’m curious to know more. | cory. central. she/her

full name: lucia raine chandler

nicknames: any and all especially if they make her laugh

loves (and offers to kiss) everyone no matter what they identify as (she loves them all the SAME)

qz's sexiest accent (confirmed by me) - yes a brit don't hold it against her

has been in the states since she was around 12ish

has lived in the qz for 10 years (so imma assume she knows damn near everyone ANYWAYS)

very charming and smooth talking (could talk her way out of any situation and HAS)

i have it in my head that she's never been caught during her smuggling (idk that could change hint hint nudge fedra hint hint nudge nudge)

she tryna bring back the barter system so she'll always trade the GOOD stuff for some GOOD other items

loves to laugh and joke around (you gotta in these trying times)

loves a good prank (prank sinatra if you will)

not a drinker, but loves to observe the drunks at the bar

absolutely fascinated with the stars/space she will always have a space fact ready to go (did you know that saturn's rings are 90% water??) no you didn't but lux did!!!

partakes in the devil's lettuce every now and again when she can get her hands on it (if ur character loves to smoke come see me NEOW)

she's got one of those auras that makes you drawn to her and she loves that about herself, very magnetic

she a lil goofy but when its time to be serious she's 85% there

loves to read, you can always find her with a book in her hand (and it's only about space like 66% of the time)

LOVES animals, has to be stopped from bringing back any form of life she finds on her trips

uhm smugglers you already know they're GANG so let's get some backstory going asap no rocky

the type who gets hurt but doesn't tell nobody until the music swells and the chips are down she will go until she passes tf out (ooo connection idea??)

idk my girl is so fun and lighthearted she tries her best

the best of us tbh

it's all chill until she gets pissed off and then well...good luck charlie

wanted connections

literally .. all of them

i need her in a rivalry with someone from fedra constantly but they're dead serious about it and she's just having a grand old time

besties

exes/flings/one night stands yall know the drill

again smugglers come talk to me bc like i said THEY'RE GANG THEY'RE FAMILY IDC WHATY YALL GOT GOING ON

we can brain storm something hurtful and wonderful LET'S GET IT DONE!!!

[lilykong]

Feeling the need to document my life more. Here are some recent snippets, nuggets of small joys here and there.

Phil picking out satsuma mandarins at the Civic Center farmers market. Very cute.

Homemade chicken pho. Next time, fewer noodles, saltier broth. Otherwise, impressive for my first try.

SF is seriously my favorite city in the world. I know most people would disagree, but it’s so quaint, romantic, complex. I think I also like who I am when I’m here. The pictured bar - Kells - was where I felt pronounced whiteness for maybe the first time in my adulthood. So not the best memory, but super cute.

I’m starting a little garden on my balcony. Pictured: butter lettuce, tomato, jalepeño, and 깻잎.

Phil and I are just aging together - quiet Saturday afternoons, drinking tea with a view.

I have a baby face with many fine lines. But here’s a recent photo of me and Phil. I don’t really dread or fear aging anymore. I miss experiencing exciting novelties, but it’s a privilege to age and see each new year. Hearing of so many more younger folks suffering through sickness and dying prematurely.

View from the base of Coit Tower; my first time going recently.

My childhood besties came up from LA, for a rare trip without their kiddos. It was wonderful.

Still such a sucker for a good cappuccino and latte art. With Phil at Marisol in the mission.

Hike at Joaquin Miller in Oakland on Thanksgiving. Missed these quiet Thanksgivings on our own.

[collapseqz]

[ EMILIA CLARKE ] – have you heard about [LUCIA “LUX” CHANDLER ]? [ SHE/HER ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TEN YEARS ]. they’re [ THIRTY-THREE ] yrs old and seem very [ INTELLIGENT]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ SNEAKY ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [RADIO OPERATOR]. they often daydream about [ HIKING ACROSS THE COUNTY (IN IT'S PRIME) ]. i’m curious to know more. | cory. central. she/her

lux musings I lux in pictures

full name: lucia raine chandler

nicknames: any and all especially if they make her laugh

loves (and offers to kiss) everyone no matter what they identify as (she loves them all the SAME)

qz’s sexiest accent (confirmed by me) - yes a brit don’t hold it against her

has been in the states since she was around 12ish

has lived in the qz for 10 years (so imma assume she knows damn near everyone ANYWAYS)

very charming and smooth talking (could talk her way out of any situation and HAS)

she tryna bring back the barter system so she’ll always trade the GOOD stuff for some GOOD other items

loves to laugh and joke around (you gotta in these trying times)

loves a good prank (prank sinatra if you will)

not a drinker, but loves to observe the drunks at the bar

absolutely fascinated with the stars/space she will always have a space fact ready to go (did you know that saturn’s rings are 90% water??) no you didn’t but lux did!!!

partakes in the devil’s lettuce every now and again when she can get her hands on it (if ur character loves to smoke come see me NEOW)

she’s got one of those auras that makes you drawn to her and she loves that about herself, very magnetic

she a lil goofy but when its time to be serious she’s 85% there

loves to read, you can always find her with a book in her hand (and it’s only about space like 66% of the time)

LOVES animals, she a farmer at heart frfr

the type who gets hurt but doesn’t tell nobody until the music swells and the chips are down she will go until she passes tf out (ooo connection idea??)

idk my girl is so fun and lighthearted she tries her best

the best of us tbh

it’s all chill until she gets pissed off and then well…good luck charlie

wanted connections

literally .. all of them

i need her in a rivalry with someone from fedra constantly but they’re dead serious about it and she’s just having a grand old time

besties

exes/flings/one night stands yall know the drill

we can brain storm something hurtful and wonderful LET’S GET IT DONE!!!

[maaaxx]

I just wanted to let you know that between the anxiety of your fic (the wounds bleed blue) and that i happen to be playing a scary game (outer wilds echoes of the eye, 10/10 recommend lmao), i lost my appetite. I just. Can't really eat right now, I'm not hungry, my mind is just circling those two things, and so, you're half responsible for it. Hooe your happy

In all seriousness, i really like your fic and GOD zuko. Baby. And Tomkin and Nanook? If they don't go with zuko on search of toph I'm rioting. Or crying, I'm not sure yet

thank you anon im glad you enjoy my stuff <3

but you've gotta eat bestie. even just smell some lettuce or something. im sure thatll give you some nutrients.

why choose between rioting and crying when you can do both?

Nanook and Tomkin might go with him. They might not. I guess we'll just have to see in 4-ish chapters. :)