RPDR Preferences: Part II, better known as 1.2, is where I feel I have finally come into my own as a writer. Once its status as a collab changed and I assumed full authorship, something really shifted for me. It became so incredibly...everything to...
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Surprise bitches, it's a boy!
[A/N: I'm shocked that Ariel produced something masculine. Well done, hen.]
You told Bryan (and the world) by doing his makeup for a YouTube video. He knew full well what he was signing up for.
Thankfully, you knew what you were doing (kind of) and managed to get him to not look in the mirror until you were done.
"Crap."
"You wanted a girl, didn't you?"
"Well I didn't really care about that part, but I kinda, sorta...maybe made a bet...which I lost."
[A/N: You fucking donkey.]
"Fucking hell, Bryan..."
"I owe my drag daughters ten bucks each."
"You Versaces are going to give me an aneurysm one of these days, I swear."
"Don't hurt me...please...I love you."
You still yelled at him.
Your editing abilities were non-existent, so you'd best believe the comments were full of people yelling at him for making a bet on, of all things, the gender of his first child.
[A/N: At least wait until the second one, or you look like a jackass.]
Blair
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Much to Andrew's delight, both babies were girls!
You told him by dipping Vera and Phoebe's paws in paint and letting them walk all over a piece of paper.
He came home to that. Seriously. He'd gone to run errands and deadass stopped in the doorway, dropped everything and stared at you.
"Surprise!"
"You're telling me..."
"You got what you wanted! Unless you changed your mind..."
