this is specific and not really a sentence starter but can you write something about daya playing with bosco’s hair 👉👈
I started writing this on the day of the cancelled first show after seeing them just exist on the same tourbus together, but just now got to finish it. Also this was one of the oldest prompts I had, I hope whoever sent it is still here and sees this <3
Tourbus bunk beds were Daya's mortal enemy. They were too small, too stuffy, too hard on his back. No matter how small the space, though, he had to have one plushie in bed with him whenever he was away from home. He sat the little koala down on the pillow he brought from home as well as his own bedsheets.
All the cast and crew had flown into Toronto for tech rehearsals the day before, and now it was time to get comfortable on the bus, their home for the next couple weeks. When he was happy with the setup of his bottom bunk, he joined the others downstairs.
Sadly, the first show of the tour had to get cancelled due to logistic problems, so they decided to get take out and get a head start on the road. After dinner, everybody kind of went off on their own to get settled and comfy, but by now most of them were back in the common area, chatting and having what was supposed to be the celebratory opening night drinks.
Daya felt a little nervous approaching the group. He was the new girl; all the others had toured with each other before. Bosco was really the only one he had toured with, and she was the reason Daya said yes in the first place.
Lexi patted the empty spot next to her when she saw him standing there a little awkwardly. "Come sit, we don't bite."
"Speak for yourself," Suzie chimed in.
Daya did his best to follow the banter that followed, but his attention was soon diverted to Bosco, who had emerged from the bathroom. Her skin was glowing from having just done her skincare, and her presence alone calmed his nervous system immediately.
When Lexi saw her approaching, she got up without a word and threw her a wink before sitting down in the only other free seat across from them. Bosco rolled her eyes but took the spot next to Daya, leaning into his side slightly.
Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He wasn't sure if the others knew how close him and Bosco actually were, but they were bound to find out anyway. Bosco leaned her head against his shoulder, and a sweet scent filled Daya's nose.
"You smell nice," he said quietly.
"That's the hair oil, probably."
Bosco's hair was falling in soft waves down her back and it looked extra soft in the dim lighting. Daya couldn't help but lift his arm from around her waist to gently card it through her hair. It felt as soft as it looked, and he kept playing with it when Bosco leaned into the touch. After a while, he felt her head getting heavier against his shoulder, and he smiled when he saw that her eyes had closed.
"Baby," he whispered, stroking along her arm. "Let's get you to bed, yeah?"
With a huff, Bosco curled up further against his side. "'M comfy."
"You just want me to carry you up, don't you?"
"Maybe..."
Daya ignored the teasing looks of the other queens as he pulled her into his lap and lifted her up, trying not to show how he struggled carrying her up the narrow staircase.
Bosco had claimed the top bunk above his, and Daya found comfort in knowing they'd be at least kind of close. He set her down on her bed carefully, and she smiled up at him through tired eyes.
"Such a gentleman."
Daya blushed, even more so when Bosco pulled him closer by her legs that were still loosely wrapped around his waist.
"Anything for my pretty girl."
A light pink dusted Bosco's cheeks, but before Daya could admire the effect he had on her, she pulled him into a sweet kiss. They were so lost in their own bubble that they didn't even notice that someone else had entered the sleeping area.
"Gross," Lydia said when she passed them, making them jump. "You two are literally my parents. No tonguing in front of your child."
"You're just jealous because Kori isn't here," Bosco shrugged.
"Thank god for that," Suzie chuckled as she came up the stairs.
"Imagine how insufferable they'd be," Jewels grimaced, making Lydia huff from her bed next to Bosco's.
As the other queens trickled in to retreat to their own bunks, Bosco slipped under her covers with a yawn. Daya gave her one last kiss goodnight before crawling into his bed and pulling the curtain closed.
It took him a while, but he managed to get comfortable enough to drift off to sleep. That was until he heard some commotion from the bed above him followed by a whisper of his name. When he blinked his eyes open, he was met with Bosco's head peeking through the curtains.
"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.
"Can I come cuddle?"
"Baby... I can barely fit in here by myself. I don't think that'll work."
"Okay," Bosco pouted, but didn't make any move to pull herself back up.
Daya sighed. He just couldn't say no when she looked at him like that. He pulled the blanket back as an invitation, and the way Bosco's face lit up made up for the inevitable discomfort of trying to squeeze into the confined space together.
He was about to scoot over to make some room but Bosco was quicker. She climbed under the covers and just laid down on top of him as if it was her designated spot. (It was.)
"I promise I won't stay long," she whispered.
Daya brushed her hair out of her face before kissing her temple. He started carding his fingers through her hair again, his nails scraping her scalp gently. It wasn't long until Bosco went limp on top of him, her head laying heavy on his chest.
He realized she wouldn't leave anytime soon now, and Daya didn't mind that. He kept one hand in her hair, his other arm coming around her torso to keep her in place, and let the steady rise and fall of her chest lure him to sleep.
Bare with me as I am about to get a little vulnerable, and I’d appreciate very much if you read until the end!
I’d like to finally share this fic that I’ve been working on for a long time, I think I started it about 2 years ago.
There was a point in time where I wasn’t sure I’d ever finish it, let alone share it with you all.
When the idea for this came to me, it was just that- an idea. But soon it became much more. It became my reality. I don’t think I’ve ever related to a character like this before.
At the end of the summer I unexpectedly and tragically lost my brother. He was a brother, husband, and father to one young son and one on the way. My new nephew was born just two weeks later.
In the aftermath of losing my brother, I couldn’t bare to continue writing this fic. I couldn’t believe that one of the major things that happened in this fic had happened in my real life. I almost felt guilty, like I had manifested it in a way. Luckily I had the support of my wifey @snowflakenali and was encouraged to now continue this fic for therapeutic reasons.
Although my situation is different than the fic, I still felt a connection to my characters. My sister in law is alive and well, and her boys are taken care of, but I have taken on a role that could be seen as parental. I do the best I can to help my brothers little family.
So here it is. The fic that I didn’t know I could finish. If you’ve made it this far, I hope that you read and enjoy the fic.
Sharing this again because yesterday was the one year anniversary of my brothers death and this fic became a huge part of my grieving process last year.
If you haven’t already, please show it some love 💜
if the name you go by on here is chosen, how did you choose it? is it a nickname, a name you like, a name you only use in fandom spaces? do you have other names you've wanted to go by/that you've gone by in the past?
if the name you go by on here is your given name/the name you use irl, are there any other names you've gone by online? any that you think you would've gone by if you chose a name?
(and of course, a reminder: names can be personal! as always, answer only what you feel comfortable answering of these questions, even if it's none of them. you can always reply with a fun fact or a pic of a queen if you want. i'm not picky!)
Bestie!!! Good question.
So my name on here, missvanjiebitchh is an extension of my IG fan account- vanjiebiitchh. Remember in s11 when the top 5 did Queens Everywhere? Vanjie started her verse with “Miss Vanjie Vanjie Vanjie, bitch” and that’s where my name came from.
My personal socials are all my first name and middle name. 🥹 my middle name is kinda rare and I was always self conscious about it but I’ve learned as an adult to embrace it ☺️
I like to keep my fandom presence and my personal accounts separate for the most part.
Some sweet little cc dayasco hurt/comfort because god knows we need it
“Bitch, give that back!”
Daya watches as Jorgeous runs away from Aja’s station with one of her wigs on her head, trying to bag it for herself. A fond smile makes its way onto his face at the pure chaos currently unfolding in the werkroom. He might not have won the crown, but he made some lifelong friends along the way.
After a long day of filming the finale, they were all eager to get out of drag, but now it’s time for his least favorite part: packing up all his shit. He throws his makeup into a bag, not bothering to organize it, but one item catches his eye and he picks it back up. The lipliner Bosco had borrowed him. Daya turns towards her station, but his heart clenches when he sees her working unusually quiet, not paying attention or chiming in to the shenanigans around her. Daya doesn’t like it.
Returning the lipliner is the last of his priorities now. He watches her struggle with a big box before he walks over.
“Let me help you with that.” His voice is soft, but Bosco still jumps a little.
“It’s okay, I got it.”
“Bosco.”
Bosco sighs, still not looking at him as she takes a step to the side. Daya lifts the box onto a cart, grunting slightly under the weight of it, but when he turns back to Bosco, she has already busied herself in another corner of her station.
“Are you okay?” Daya asks, slowly approaching her. He rests a hand on her back, feeling her stiffen under his touch. “I know you’re sad, it’s okay-”
“Are you mad at me?” Bosco interrupts him. She finally looks up at Daya for a short moment, and he can see her eyes shining with unshed tears.
He frowns. “Of course not, why would I be mad at you?”
“Because I picked the burlesque song. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to. I’m sorry, Daya. Maybe if I would’ve placed you differently in the voting-”
“Baby,” Daya takes a step closer, “it’s okay. I’m not mad. I hate that it came down to the two of us, but that’s the game we signed up for. You just did what you had to do.”
Without a warning, Bosco throws herself at Daya, a sob escaping her throat. He wraps his arms around her tightly, trying to shield her from any unwanted curious looks. At least the cameras have already shut off.
Seeing, hearing, and feeling Bosco cry like this is what makes Daya’s own tears spill over once again, even though he didn’t think he’d even have any tears left at this point. They stay in their embrace for what feels like hours, Bosco holding onto him for dear life while Daya whispers soothing words into her ear.
When she calmed down a little, Bosco pulls back just enough to be able to look up at Daya. Her eyes are red and puffy, black streaks of leftover mascara running all the way down to her chin, but Daya still thinks she looks beautiful. He can’t help but press a soft kiss to her forehead, causing Bosco to hide her blushing face against his chest.
“I just-” she starts, lifting her head a little, “I crushed your dreams, and it was all for nothing in the end. I’m so sorry, baby. I know how much you wanted this.”
“You wanted this just as much as me, if not even more. It wasn’t for nothing, though. You got to showcase how incredible you are one more time.” Daya smiles. “I knew I wasn’t gonna win, and there’s no one I’d rather lose against than you. I just wish we had more time together.”
“We could do it again sometime.”
Daya huffs. “Girl, I don’t know, we’ll see. It was stressful as fuck.”
“It was,” Bosco agrees, cuddling back up to Daya with a sigh. “You promise you’re not mad?”
“I promise. I love you, and whatever happens on this show won’t change anything about that. Our relationship is much stronger than this. If anything, today might've even brought us closer together, don’t you think?”
“Mhm,” Bosco mumbles into his shirt. “I love you, Daya.”
Daya cups her cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, lingering a little longer when he feels Bosco relax in his arms. When he pulls back eventually, Bosco finally smiles again.
“There’s my girl,” he smiles into another kiss.
“Stay with me tonight?” Bosco asks, her voice sounding small.
“I wouldn’t dream of letting you sleep alone, baby.”
“You big softie,” Bosco teases, but Daya doesn’t have it in him to be offended. He’s just glad she’s feeling better.
As the world around them slowly comes back into focus, he realizes how quiet the werkroom has fallen. He turns his head, catching his castmates quickly looking away and pretending to be busy, and he feels his cheeks heat up a little.
Irene comes over, pulling Bosco into a tight hug. “You okay, girl?”
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