Perfect Disaster

"You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away."

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itsbethmasters:

“You say that as though you’re planning on scaring me later down the line, which does not sound fun to me at all.” She speaks quickly, not actually taking notice of her words, not taking note of how far ahead she seemed to be thinking.

“Exactly. And I don’t know about you, but I haven’t eaten in a few hours and soda on an empty stomach is gross.” She responds to the statement before she moves on to the question, humming slightly. “I don’t know. Maybe wine, or something.”

“I mean, it’s more of an inevitability than an actual plan - I’ve already told you that I can just be naturally scary sometimes.” Britani says with a small shrug. “And, you know, Halloween is a thing.” She teases with a grin. “I’m really into Halloween. Autumn is the best time of year.”

“Alcohol on an empty stomach isn’t the best either,” Britani says wryly, one eyebrow quirking upwards. “Wine, huh? So you’re a classy drinker then?” She says, shooting the blonde a quick wink. “Well, if you’re still not sure, we’ll just wander round the shops, see what we can find and then you can settle on your drink of choice? Or maybe find a restaurant? Whatever you want to do.” She shrugs. 

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theandyjohnson:

“Yeah, because I’m not threatened by you. You’re just a little girl trying to play with the big boys.” He speaks without care, shrugging slightly. “And you, Khaleesi? I don’t think so. You’re maybe Joffrey, maybe. At a push.”

“Clearly you’re threatened in some way if you’re gonna attack me after a bit of banter.” Britani says with a small chuckle. “Riling people up is just my thing, I’m not trying to play with anyone, besides I’d hardly call you a ‘big boy’.” She says with a shrug. “Nice projection pal, but clearly you’re Joffrey the little piss baby if you can’t handle a few light jabs without getting all agitated and defensive.”

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itsfrankdawson:

Frank pauses as the other admits to being out of the dating game and she shakes her head. “Well I’m pretty sure, whoever this girl is, is a) super lucky to have you and b) isn’t going to be thrown off that easily. You came, didn’t you? That counts for something.”

Britani crinkles her nose slightly at the other’s words and shakes her head. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I’m not really sure anyone I somehow convince to date me is lucky. Besides, you’ve only just met me, you have no idea what I’m like, how bad I can be.” She says with a small shrug. “I mean yeah, I guess actually showing up counts for something, but still...”

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itsbethmasters:

Beth freezes in place as fingers trail up the skin of her arm, goosebumps rising in their wake, and she feels herself grow warm, glancing down at the floor. “I can’t see you as scary. Maybe you are to other people, but until you show me you can be scary, you’ll never scare me.”

“Well, we said we were gonna go get me a soda, right? Who said that soda can’t be with dinner? And maybe, just maybe, I might not have a soda with my dinner.” She tries to convince the other, not sure how it’ll work out, but she can’t help the smile settled across her lips regardless.

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t exactly want to scare you off before this thing really starts.” Britani says with a small chuckle. 

“Soda is good with anything.” She agrees with a shrug, a smirk curling onto her lips at Beth implying that she may drink something alcoholic. “What would you maybe drink instead of soda?”

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itsbethmasters:

She shakes her head at the mention of fate. She didn’t believe in fate, or in destiny, or whatever it was called, but she was glad the other was still talking to her, especially after the way Beth had treated her. “She can be scary though, are you sure you want to?” She can’t keep the doubt from her voice as she looks up at the other, worry coursing through her.

She contemplates the question for a moment before nodding. “Well I mean, she’s already angry at me for this, why not make the most of the freedom? Let’s go out, somewhere, anywhere.”

Britani’s smile grows at Beth’s words and she reaches out to gently trace her finger up the blonde’s arm. “Don’t worry, cutie, I can be pretty scary myself, I can handle whatever she throws at me or you.”

The smile grows fond and a chuckle escapes her and Beth agrees. “Anywhere, doing anything? You’re gonna have to give me a lot more than that, we’ve already established we have very different pastimes.” She says, holding up the vodka bottle for emphasis. 

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itsfrankdawson:

“Why would you need luck? You’re awesome, like, if my partner was anything like you it would be the best.”

“Well, uh, I don’t normally do the whole dating thing.” Britani confesses, scratching awkwardly at the back of her neck. “And she’s really cute and sweet and well... I’m an arsehole.”

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theandyjohnson:

“Wow, you’re so… Rude. You’re so desperate to get rid of me you’ll insult my manhood? That’s hurtful, Queeniekins. Hurtful.” His words are joking as he feigns hurt, dramatically placing a hand over his heart, though deep down a part of him does actually feel insulted that the other didn’t believe he was good in bed. “What if someone stole your throne, what then?”

“Well clearly its not working because you’re still here.” Britani says with an amused grin. “Well I mean there’s not really much one can do about having their throne stolen, but I guess I’d have to go all Khaleesi on ‘em.”

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maxinamillion:

“Ah yes, because the number of notches you have on your bedpost determines just how good your way of life is.” Max drawls thickly. “Uh, thanks, I guess? Glad I made such a good impression on you, your majesty.”

“I dunno, I’m pretty happy, and my customers are always extremely satisfied.” Britani smirks, taking a swig of her own from the bottle. “Its Britani actually, but your majesty works just as well.” 

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itsbethmasters:

She lets out a soft sigh as her words come back to bite her and she steps back just as the other steps forward on instinct more than anything else. 

“My mom, is really religious, and I mean if you do one thing the bible says not to, you’re going to hell, religious. So she has this stupid idea that I wanna marry this guy I’ve been friends with my entire life, to save me from the sin of being gay, or whatever. I joined match as a rebellion, I didn’t mean to make a connection with someone, I didn’t mean to get feelings for them. For you.”

She keeps her voice calm, not allowing even a single word to come out shakily, not wanting her mother to have power over her even this far from home.

She’s taken aback by the sudden shift in the other, trying to find ways for the relationship not to fail, though she’s not sure how long it’ll last after her admission, her head ducking, in an attempt to avoid the other’s eyes, regardless of how much she’d love to spend time with the other, to fix the relationship she’d already played a hand in ruining.

“Well, this must’ve been fated or something, because I’m excellent at pissing off parents. I think we can make a decent stand against her, if that’s what you’re after— I’ve got your back, cutie.” Britani says jokingly, at a loss for the correct way to react to Beth’s admission. “But seriously, that must’ve taken some real guts to stand up to your Mum like that, you should be proud of yourself, Beth.” She tells her softly, hoping the blonde will hear the honesty in her voice. 

“So... while we’re both here, wanna make the most of it, and, you know, stick it to your mum while we do?” She asks hesitantly with a small smile. 

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maxinamillion:

“I’m not sure I’d call it charm.” Max mutters with an eye roll, before taking a swig from the bottle, only cringing a little as the alcohol burns down her throat. “Your move, Cruella.” She grins, handing the bottle back.

“What would you call it then? Because it certainly gets me results.” Britani chortles, before raising a brow as she takes back the bottle. “Cruella?” She asks with a grin. “I like you, I think I’m gonna keep you around.”

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itsbethmasters:

“You should be sorry!” The words slip from her lips without a thought, anger fuelling them, before she lets out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t –”

She waits, staying completely silent as the other explains herself, forcing herself to hold in any responses until the other was completely done speaking, only then responding, forcing her voice to remain as calm as possible.

“I know I shouldn’t be mad at you for the self preservation thing, because I get that, I do, especially when this all started I wasn’t sure if it was going to go anywhere, considering – considering I didn’t intend for it to.” She speaks quietly, the last part coming out as a mere whisper, almost afraid of what would happen if she spoke any louder. “And you’re right, I probably do deserve better, but right now, I don’t want better. I want this to work.”

Britani frowns at the words and takes a wary step closer to the blonde. “What do you mean you didn’t intend for this to go anywhere?” She asks, making sure to keep her voice soft, despite the fact that she’s slightly annoyed at the blonde for making her out to be the villain despite Beth’s own apparent reservations. 

“So, lets make this work then.” She says with a shrug. “We can trade this up for some wine and a nice meal... or get you that soda and some junk food and just chill and watch movies...” Her sudden optimism takes her a little off guard, but she sticks with it, because, for once in her life, this is something she can control, something she can make good if only she puts the work in alongside Beth. “And just.... see where this goes.”

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itsfrankdawson:

“Well not really, I just really like the idea of getting smashed. People used to smash bottles on new ships as good luck, why don’t we get smashed to try and get good luck for our relationships?”

“I definitely like you.” Britani says, her grin growing. “That sounds like a good enough reason to get smashed to me. God knows I’m gonna need the luck.”

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theandyjohnson:

“Well if it doesn’t work out for either of those, I’ll gladly step in for you.” He knows he needs to stop before he goes too far, but he also knows it’s too fun an opportunity to pass up. “Well, I mean, you could always abdicate the throne, and then maybe it could work.”

“Yeah, no thanks pal.” Britani says, crinkling her nose at the proposition. “Besides, when I do, on the odd occasion, go for a member of the male species, I like them to know what they’re doing in the bedroom, and something tells me you wouldn’t make the cut.” She says, her voice and smile both sickeningly sweet. “Abdicate the throne? You must be joking, like I’d give that up.”

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itsbethmasters:

“No, it didn’t sound bad, it just sucked. I risked a lot to come here, like, a lot, and you not even recognising me, it fucking hurt.” The curse word slips out without a thought, but she finds herself uncaring of the fact, focusing instead on the other’s words. 

I was talking to a lot of different people.

She can’t help the way her heart sinks deep in her chest at such an admission, regardless of the reasoning behind it, her face falling with it, her facade of a smile dropping off, sadness showing through. “You didn’t expect me to actually be here? What in our conversations, if you remember them, ever gave you that impression?”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Britani sighs, unsure how to swing the conversation back in her favour, back to being positive. “I’m sorry that you came all this way for me to turn out to be an absolute jackass.” She says with a helpless shrug. 

She frowns, anger steadily filtering through her at the thinly veiled accusation. “I do remember our conversations.” She bites back, folding her arms across her chest. “I didn’t... Look, I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I just... Not a lot of things work out for me, so when this thing between us started, my stupid self preservation kicked in, and it was easier to convince myself that it might all be fake, than that someone actually wanted me.” She admits with a clenched jaw, already regretting letting the truth escape. “And yeah, its a shitty excuse, but, you’re clearly so out of my league and could do miles better so...” She says quietly with a small shrug. 

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itsbethmasters:

She can’t help the wave of sadness that washes over her as the other doesn’t recognise her, before stumbling over the website they’d met on. How many people was Britani dating? Was she expecting someone else, someone better? She listens to the compliment, smiling slightly, though not fully believing it, pixels didn’t make much difference. “Thanks… You’re not half bad yourself.”

“God, that sounded bad didn’t it?” Britani says with a slight wince, seeing through the smile the blonde forces onto her lips. “I’m an arsehole.” She breathes, raking a hand through her hair. “Okay, honestly... I was talking to a lot of different people, on a lot of different sites. This dating thing is hard.” She says with a breathless chuckle, more to ease the tension than anything. 

“And, I guess part of me just wasn’t expecting this to happen... for you to be real and here and actually, you know, into me, when you’re beautiful, and sweet, and not much of a drinker.” She throws in a soft smile for good measure. “And, well, we’ve established that I’m an arsehole and a drinker.”

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itsfrankdawson:

“God, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all goddamn day, after the whole lets share alcohol thing, anyway.”

“Sounds like you’ve had a real rough day, pal.”

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theandyjohnson:

“So you’re the queen now, huh? Can I be your king?” Its joking, mostly, and Andy can’t help but throw in a wink too, not really caring about the consequences.

“Considering we’re here to meet our significant others, no.” Britani drawls, rolling her eyes. “Besides, historically, queens have been far more successful and better off without kings, so... make that a double no.” She says with a wicked grin.