<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Otabek:</b> Yuri, I am getting cold and I left my jacket at home.<p/><b>Yuri:</b> Ohw, you can borrow one of mine if you want to.<p/><b>Otabek:</b> Nah, thanks. I'm not a big fan of animal print.<p/><b>Yuri:</b> <p/><b>Yuri:</b> Now I'm going to pretend I don't know you, 'cause right now you are being a disgrace.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Maybe a gelphie first date where they're both really nervous and awkward???
Glinda was in the process of wiping off her third lipstick color when Elphaba walked in.
“What are you doing?” Glinda squealed, jumping up and running to the bathroom.
“Um. I live here?”
“Yes, but we agreed to meet at the restaurant,” Glinda called.
Elphaba set her books on the desk and sank onto her bed. “What, I can’t see you beforehand?”
“It’s not a wedding, Glinda.” Halfway through rolling her eyes Elphaba froze, realizing what she had said. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, biting back a groan.
“It’s still important.” Glinda’s voice shook a little. At least it was shared embarrassment. “Now go. I’ll see you there.”
Elphaba recovered enough to smirk. “What if I need to get ready? I could borrow your lipstick. Can I come in?”
“Don’t you dare!” But Glinda was smiling, she could hear it. Elphaba cackled.
“Fine. See you there.”
Glinda waited for the door to close, and then she waited a few minutes after, just in case.
“Really?” Elphaba asked once their waiter had left. “No Pertha Hills finest for you?”
“I’m nervous enough without adding alcohol to the mix,” Glinda said, bold enough to make Elphaba grin.
“Isn’t alcohol supposed to help with that?”
“Not when it makes you lose your filter.” Glinda blushed. “Not that, you know, there’s anything I would say. I’m not–I mean–”
She was saved by a waiter stopping by and setting a basket of rolls on their table.
“Thank you,” Elphaba said quietly. Her own cheeks were a darker green, and she kept her eyes on the bread as she reached for a roll and split it open.
They both fell quiet. Glinda took her own roll and picked at it without actually eating. They listened to the murmur of the restaurant, all the low voices and the gentle clinking of silverware. Someone laughed, louder than the rest of the room, and Glinda resisted the urge to turn around and look.
“So…how were classes today?” Elphaba’s fist clenched against her leg when she said it, but she managed not to wince. She cleared her throat and took a sip of her drink.
“Um. I…” Glinda trailed off. Elphaba glanced up, and their eyes met. Some of the tension melted, and Elphaba gave her a small, lopsided grin. “Was this a bad idea?” Glinda asked.
Elphaba shrugged. “It feels a little ridiculous. We sleep in the same room, after all.”
“And you’re my best friend. You already know how my classes went.”
“Not today,” Elphaba teased. “You wouldn’t let me see you.”
Glinda blushed again, but it was easy to smile back. “I was being dumb, wasn’t I? I guess I was just nervous.”
“It was cute,” said Elphaba. She immediately pressed her lips together and looked down.
Glinda twisted her fingers in her lap, then, on an impulse, reached across the table. Elphaba hesitated only a moment before taking her hand.
“I just wanted to…I don’t know, make it official?” Glinda kept her eyes on their hands. “To make sure we were on the same page?”
“Same page is good,” said Elphaba. “I don’t think the fancy restaurant was necessary.”
“It was supposed to be fun,” Glinda mumbled.
“Well, then, let’s stop being awkward and have fun.” Elphaba smirked again, and Glinda felt heat shoot through her. “For example, we could get that bottle of wine and find out what exactly it is you’re holding back.”
“And if it’s not appropriate for public?” If Elphaba was going to make trouble, then she could too.
“Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing we sleep in the same room.”
1 & 2) No, I don’t know any sword maneuvers. 3) Yes I did play softball. 4) I borrowed the wings from a coworker.
5) I can fly! XD
So the other day at work we had cosplay day. I knew one other gal was going to dress up and two others might; I was not going to be the only one. (I would have bet money on one of them dressing up but I don’t think she even worked that day.) My thoughts were “What can I pull off in a day and not make or pay money for? That I can wear and work in?”
Pants, shirt, and pendant were easy.
Borrowed the boots, check. Borrowed the wings, check. Ok, I can do this. The sword is my husband’s and I had actually intended to take the scabbard to work but my job is to run the checkout and I’m running around and… not a good idea. The night before as I lay in bed I had a thought to use Wilton color spray for my hair but not enough time and I’d have to ask a coworker to do it and I didn’t know how much of a mess it’d make and how much time and blah blah blah. Maybe there’ll be a next time. I told anyone that asked that it was costume day and I was a character from a tv show. Only one person asked which one and I said a Japanese anime.
I had half a thought to have my brother show up with his red and black coat. XD
They stepped out into the yard, Emma starting to get excited. She hadn’t had a partner before. Maybe they’d be like Bonnie and Clyde, minus the killing. Instead of running towards Regina’s gates, Killian dragged Emma over to her garage.
“Wait here,” Killian whispered.
“What are you doing?” she asked as his good hand twisted the latch on the door. Her head snapped up to the house, half expecting to see a light switch on.
“Regina took something of mine off me last week,” he explained, pushing the door open so that it stood like a roof over them. “And I’d very much like it back. Can I borrow your torch?” She handed it over to him.
[ So, my laptop is being sent in for servicing, so hopefully they’ll be able to find out what’s wrong WITHOUT having to wipe all my data… They said it would be 4-8 weeks before I get it back. In the meantime, I can borrow my Dad’s laptop, but only when he’s asleep at night. So, sadly, I only have a computer to use when everyone is offline… That’s just my luck, I guess…!
So, I don’t have any of my icons or anything (I grabbed this image online just for this post), and I can only reply to IMs when I can use this computer, so please bear with me for now! Things are a little rocky at the moment!
Nonetheless, please feel free to send in messages for Zim, or send me an ask if you’d like to plot/start a thread! I’m always open, even if things are a little weird at the moment! ]
You know what? I'm tired of hiding my love for my otps, I'm tired of always hiding in fear of being judged because I ship the gay. I WON'T STAND FOR THIS ANYMORE. THIS. ENDS. NOW. From now on we shall stand, we shall print fanart on our shirts, we will put fanart on our phone, we will put the otp as our lock screen and not care who sees! We will-
Hey can I borrow your phone?
*erases files of otps, swipes away the saved fan fiction, exits out of Ao3, AFF, F.net, Wattpad, and Devianart, changes lock screen to generic flowers, changes home screen to generic cheesy quote, deletes tumblr and instagram*