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Soooo I had a funishment for cpslck_tmb thanks to xo_oldgreggory catching me -_- betch.
I was punished to write a fic set to this picture. Keep in mind I haven't written in about 4 years, so it's pretty shit okay.
She wanted me blonde; I went blonde. Sure, I make it seem like it was my choice in recent interviews. But how am I supposed to explain it's what my girlfriend wanted, and against any judgment risen from my friends, I dyed it for her? I'm growing used to it, even liking it somewhat.
Despite the over-controlling and possessiveness, I like being with her. I like having someone next to me to hold my hand. And she's brilliant, really; I mean, everyone has their downfalls, don't they? No, before her I never had to change myself to someone's liking; I wore what I wanted and acted how I wanted because that was who I was...no, it still is who I am. But she's well interesting; it's easy to keep conversations going with her, talking about anything that comes to mind. It's comfortable being with her.
Especially nice to have that extra support after a bloody nice gig. She had been with me since the beginning of my return to stand-up and supported me through every gig- good and horrible. Even when the paparazzo started popping up out of nowhere again, she just averted her face, hiding behind her fringe and held onto me tightly, laughing all the way. It was a surprise when although the camera flashes were blinding us, people blocking the walk, she still reached up and boldly kissed me. I could hear the gasps, murmurs of excitement as though they caught precious gold here. I didn't let it get to me though; I just kissed her back, pressing deeply and boldly.
But as I opened my eyes mid-kiss, looking down at the girl locking lips with me, I realized no matter what I did; no matter how tightly I closed my eyes and imagined...she would never become Dee.
I was punished to write a fic set to this picture. Keep in mind I haven't written in about 4 years, so it's pretty shit okay.
She wanted me blonde; I went blonde. Sure, I make it seem like it was my choice in recent interviews. But how am I supposed to explain it's what my girlfriend wanted, and against any judgment risen from my friends, I dyed it for her? I'm growing used to it, even liking it somewhat.
Despite the over-controlling and possessiveness, I like being with her. I like having someone next to me to hold my hand. And she's brilliant, really; I mean, everyone has their downfalls, don't they? No, before her I never had to change myself to someone's liking; I wore what I wanted and acted how I wanted because that was who I was...no, it still is who I am. But she's well interesting; it's easy to keep conversations going with her, talking about anything that comes to mind. It's comfortable being with her.
Especially nice to have that extra support after a bloody nice gig. She had been with me since the beginning of my return to stand-up and supported me through every gig- good and horrible. Even when the paparazzo started popping up out of nowhere again, she just averted her face, hiding behind her fringe and held onto me tightly, laughing all the way. It was a surprise when although the camera flashes were blinding us, people blocking the walk, she still reached up and boldly kissed me. I could hear the gasps, murmurs of excitement as though they caught precious gold here. I didn't let it get to me though; I just kissed her back, pressing deeply and boldly.
But as I opened my eyes mid-kiss, looking down at the girl locking lips with me, I realized no matter what I did; no matter how tightly I closed my eyes and imagined...she would never become Dee.