Hey ya’ll so I know you think this isn’t exactly what should be posted during a crisis like this. But I think it’s exactly what should be done. We need to calm down, we need to smile and laugh. Take in some deep breaths and laugh/cry it out.
i dont get it when people say blake was ‘privileged’ so she shouldve stayed in a comfortable lifestyle instead of running off to join a terrorist organisation
i mean, ????????????????
ghira belladonna was the leader of the white fang, a faunus rights group. and naturally as his daughter, blake is a member. when ghira stepped down to lead menagerie instead, blake chose to keep being part of that activist group which THEN became a terrorist organization. which blake then quit, after 5 years.
valentine’s day fluffy drabble - part of my ‘zayn as a beauty vlogger’ ‘verse. featuring gender fluid zayn/veronica and harry the adorable boyfriend. note: this is not intended to portray the only way for a person to be nonbinary or genderfluid- this is simply one interpretation. this drabble is told from veronica’s perspective.
BEFORE ANYONE ASKS: i don’t know, okay? this just… happened today.
It’s almost perfect but there’s something still wrong with
the lighting. Since moving to her new flat in Norwalk, Veronica’s never been
able to completely figure out the complicated overhead ceiling lights. She’s
lucked into getting the perfect levels before but tonight, her luck seems to
have run out.
It’s no big deal- there wasn’t really a video planned for
tonight so her viewers aren’t going to be as critical as if it were one of her
makeup tutorials. A quick update has more room for error.
“Hey, everyone,” she says into the camera, shifting so her
shadow doesn’t block her features. Her hair tonight is long and
curly like a Disney princess and her makeup is still mostly flawless even after a long evening. She
catches sight of a bit of color outside of her lip lines and she wipes it away with another quick look to the viewer to check. “Just wanted to post a quick update.”
“I know it’s usually annoying when people come on YouTube
and gush about their S.O.’s around Valentine’s Day- how many posts do we have
to see, really?- but I think I’m becoming one of those people.”
Veronica ducks her head for a second, catching herself
speaking too quickly to be understood. Her Northern accent is a bit hard for
people to follow, especially when she doesn’t enunciate, so she forces a breath
and calms down. She casts a glance at the camera again, knowing her lashes are
perfectly done up tonight and that it will translate to the camera well enough.
Can’t take the beauty blogger out of the girl.
“You guys have heard me talk about Harry,” she says
carefully. “He’s… he’s really, really great. He had this grand idea of a
Valentine’s Day date but it kind of went terribly?” she laughs. “I don’t know
how he managed to do it, but he failed harder than I’ve ever heard of and it
was pretty perfect because of that.”
“So, first off, he told me to be ready at five for our
evening but he forgot he had to help a relative with their own VDay surprise until the last second so he calls me at
four forty-five to let me know he’s moving it back an hour. He had the most
panicked tone, too, like I was going to call it off right then and there. I
didn’t mind, of course, because I’m a terrible procrastinator and had only just
started getting ready. I got to take it slower and take my time- getting my
hair just right, do you guys like it tonight?”
Veronica pauses again, tilting her head so the lights show
off the different shades in her hair piece. It’s her most expensive one and her
least favorite, if she’s honest, just because of the work associated with it.
But she will never deny how pretty it is.
“I like it. Anyway, so we lost our reservation at the
restaurant Harry had picked out- he won’t tell me which one it was but I’m sure
it was ridiculous and we both would have been uncomfortable anyway. So we ended
up going to a Chili’s, instead which- let me tell you a secret: you don’t need
a fancy, prissy dinner with waitstaff in tuxes or anything ridiculous like
that. Your everyday chain restaurant like Chili’s is going to be perfect- you’re
comfortable already in the environment, you already know the food is good and
they don’t give those tiny plate things, and it’s got the same Valentine’s Day
ambiance and décor. It’s a hundred times better than any fancy place and
probably half the price, too.”
Veronica sighs, irritated. “Not that Harry let me pay or
even see the check. I tried to swipe my card on the kiosk- I know how much his
gigs have been paying him lately- but he wrestled it away from me. Almost
knocked our drinks over but he managed to keep his gangly limbs in check long
“After dinner- I had the Cajun chicken pasta but I skipped
the garlic bread because I didn’t want to have bad breath, I knew I’d regret
it,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder and shifting on her bed. “After
dinner, we got back to his car and he gave me flowers and a box of chocolates
he’d forgotten about. The flowers are a little wilted-“ she reaches out to pan
the camera and show the slightly sad display on her nightstand behind her- “but
they’re still lovely. The chocolate, on the other hand…” she laughs, bringing
her hand to her mouth to keep the sound quiet. “Chocolate and black cars in LA
don’t really mesh. They were almost completely melted and, I went to try one
anyway because Harry had his disappointed puppy dog expression on, but I dropped
it because it was so soft and it stained my dress.”
“Harry was so mad- at himself, not me obviously- and
promised to have it dry cleaned. But I’m hoping you guys will have some
suggestions. If not, I’ll search around on Google and figure out a secret. Not
paying to have it cleaned when I can do it myself, right?”
“So my dress is- the stain is huge,” she holds up her hands,
demonstrating the apple-sized stain now on the thigh of her dress. “And this is
a really sexy dress, too. Puts my chicken legs all on display, gives Harry
something to look at, the whole nine yards. But now it has a stain that, quite
frankly, looks like poo.”
“He had planned on taking me out for drinks and dancing but I
didn’t want to go with my dress looking like that and it wouldn’t make sense to
come all the way back home here and change when we were already downtown. So we
went driving around for a bit- I tried convincing him to just call it a night
and chill together at home, but he was determined to have a night out.”
Veronica grins, waving her hands again. “He’s ridiculous.
Finally, I told him to find a shop where I could buy something else to wear. We
were right by a mall so we ran in- twenty minutes before close. The shop
associates probably hated us but I’m pretty lucky because I found a pair of
jeans I already know I like and a cardigan. I just dressed in the changing room
and paid from the tags, keeping my slip on and putting the sweater over it. I
think it looked pretty cute, if not so dressy. Harry got a few pictures of us
in the before outfits and then in mine after. I’ll put those on Insta if he
“Make sure you guys are following both of us anyway,” she
says, pointing to the corner of the screen. She’ll put a “SHAMELESS SELF-PROMO”
dialogue box up later with links to their Instagram accounts. It didn’t used to
be so easy to put plugs in like that, but a couple years of practice has made
it more normal to do and now there’s almost no hesitation to remind viewers to follow
the other social media accounts tying back to the uploaded videos. “I’m always
popping up in Harry’s photos and half of the pics on my personal one, here,”
she says, pointing to the opposite corner, “are of the two of us also. Forgive
my boyfriend’s black and white aesthetic,” she smiles at the camera. “He thinks
he’s pretty cool. I haven’t had the heart to tell him the truth.”
“Heeeeeyyyyyyyy,” she hears from behind her.
Veronica turns around, smiling over her shoulder at Harry
where he’s stood in the doorway in just a towel, drops of water dripping from
his long curls to his chest. She winks at him before turning back.
“Harry’s here,” she says with a sly grin. “He took us to the
club after all but ended up spilling a whole tray of shots down his shirt. Came
to mine to shower.” She pauses, ignoring the flush she feels on her face. “Think
I’m going to go now, actually. Just wanted to pop in for a quick update of my
day. Hope you all had a great Valentine’s Day like I did, even if you just
treated it like a regular Tuesday. Be safe, be sweet and be strong,” she says,
blowing a quick kiss at the camera before pulling a silly face and reaching to
turn it off.
The mattress bounces as Harry settles in next to her. “You
didn’t really mean what you said about me not being cool, right?” he asks,
kissing her shoulder where her tank leaves some skin bare. “I’m pretty cool.”
“You’re the coolest,” Veronica assures him, grinning and
turning her head to kiss his pouty mouth.
“Come convince me of that,” Harry murmurs against her lips,
one hand slipping down her arm and trying to link their fingers together.
“I gotta edit the video, babe,” she protests, pulling away
and laughing when Harry whines. “C’mon.”
“You c’mon,” he
returns. “Edit it in the morning.”
“Doesn’t make sense to post a Valentine’s night update the
next morning,” she reasons. “It’ll take me ten minutes.”
“It’ll take an hour because you’re a perfectionist and by
then I won’t be horny at all.”
“That’s a bit of a falsehood.”
“A bit,” Harry allows. He settles back against the pillows
behind her for a moment while she opens her editing apps and sets about cutting
any parts she thinks are too awkward. “I’m a little hungry still,” Harry says a
few minutes later. “I can go whip up something if you’ve got anything in.”
“Just went to the store yesterday,” she says. Harry shifts
off of the bed, tugging on a pair of boxer briefs and discarding his towel in
the hamper. “Harry,” she calls before he heads out of the room.
“Yeah?” he asks, turning and walking closer to her.
Veronica tilts her head back for a kiss, smiling softly
against Harry’s lips. “Tonight was amazing. I’ve never enjoyed anything more.”
“Tonight was a disaster and now your viewers will all know.”
“It was not. Thank you, honestly. You’re good to me.”
Harry brushes her cheek with his palm, cupping her face and
tilting her head back for another kiss, which she gives up easily. “You’re
“I might be more Zayn when you come back,” she lets him know. “Feeling
middle-ish right now.” She doesn’t always know the words to say but Harry always seems to understand- or, he asks the right questions when he doesn’t. Or says the right things.
“I love you always,” Harry assures, pressing a kiss to her
Six months ago, she wouldn’t have believed someone saying
that. Not because she didn’t know she deserved it- of course she knew- but just
because it was one of those statements that carried a lot of weight with it and
sounded cliché if not said with care. But one thing Harry has always shown-
whether it’s to Veronica or Zayn or any of their in-between days- is the utmost
amount of care.
“I love you,” she says. “So much that I’m going to get this
done in ten minutes- I mean it,” she interjects when Harry looks doubtful, “and
then I’m going to come help you in the kitchen.”
I actually feel kinda presentable today! (for once…)
How are you guys? <3 I’m seriously struggling to find motivation for school right now… I recently turned in my college applications so my current grades don’t really matter anymore (as long as I don’t completely fail HAHA)… After working my ass off for four years to get really high grades and test scores, I think I’m just feeling… done with high school now that college apps are over? I mean, I love learning a lot, but every day I feel like I’m stuck in this fish bowl? I am so looking forward to college… Hopefully my motivation for school will come back after this semester ends and second semester begins and my schedule changes! Which is in… two and a half weeks… what am I going to do in the meantime LAUGHS