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👀 - ALL THE SHIPS

☆*. IT’S A SYMBOL OF OUR LOVE { MEME: CLOSED }

SEND 👀 FOR THE MOMENT MY MUSE REALIZED THEY’RE IN LOVE WITH YOURS.

IT WAS ALWAYS YOU: REAGAN x CARY

         ☆*. “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO SEE ME THIS WEEKEND,” REAGAN HAD MURMURED FROM HER resting place, head against his chest as she breathed. It was calm, it was serene. There’d been a few months of dating, but that was it, driving off to the beach in his car, lying on the hood of the car and watching the stars, talking. She was never the girl he had to take somewhere fancy, she felt more at ease just like that. And she’d answered when he’d asked why. “I’m going to see my mother.” It was soft, and he knew her mother was dead, so he knew it’d be a graveyard. He knew it had to be the anniversary of it. Which was why when she was at her headstone, he joined her. There was soft rain, there were flowers. And there was crying, crying from her silent but there as she trembled and looked at the stone only to have his arms wrap around her and his whisper in her ear: “I’m here. You’re not alone.” And Reagan, she relaxed into him, she breathed and she just cried before turning to bury her head into his chest til her eyes ran dry and she held on tight. She whispered it, then, even if he couldn’t hear it, it was buried in his chest with her tears because she felt it. As soon as he held her, as soon as he whispered, she knew. And she’d never felt more safe, nor more scared in all her years. But he was there. And she loved him. God as her witness, she would forever.

LET ME SHOW YOU A FEW THINGS: SABRINA x LINCOLN

         ☆*. AT FIRST IT WAS TABOO. THERE WERE GALAS WHERE THEY JUST DANCED, GALAS WHERE they flirted and that was that, she went home with someone else, but after the last one when their… Social dance won out, and she’d went home with him. Flirted and seduced him into his bed where she woke the next morning without him – that’d been a change. He’d been up earlier, he’d even made breakfast, that was not how her nights usually go. Even when they were repeated with some men. That should have been and sort of was a red flag, red flag one to be exact, but she’d stayed. He’d talked. He asked her about herself, cared to know her. That same thing happened for the next little events, even added post coital… Cuddling. That was new, bu she took it. She ran with it, and she didn’t feel herself attaching but he was a gentleman, a real prince if there ever was a sort of thing without the royal title, and she found herself lingering more and more, leading up to this. The night he actually asked her to go with him rather than them, meeting up, rather than her texting him. She was his date, after weeks of actual dinners and… Actual dates that she was realizing slowly meant more to her than she thought. There was a fondness she didn’t have herself recognizing. Not at first, not while she was talking to one of her ‘friends’ while her eyes drifted to find him, and certainly not while he smiled at her and she smiled back – genuinely before returning to her drink only to take a sip and nearly spit it out when the other girl said: “You’re falling.” Sabrina pretended like she didn’t know what she meant with an am not, but it was all there and part of her cursed, but she acted her usual self with confidence as she owned up to i in a Sabrina Morgan way. “Falling?” Her mind flashed to the gentle night before, “ I’m already there.” And for once it wasn’t a joke, it was honest and fair. Just as he was, and she looked back over with a raise of her glass that brought him to ending his conversation and whisking her away as she held her drink out to the other girl and looked at her proudly because somehow, she’d found herself the perfect man. “Shall we?”

YOU ARE THE ONE THAT I WANT: SANDY x DANNY

         ☆*. IT WAS EASY TO FALL IN LOVE WHEN THE CONDITIONS WERE RIGHT. A ROMANTIC SUMMER spent at the beach, watching the sunset, flirting, talking, appealing to each other’s personalities, her vulnerability. Relationships for Sandy, it seemed, could not just be a summer thing. It was more than that, and as each day passed she fell further than she had the day before. It wasn’t until the end of summer, though, that she started becoming cognizant. That was also when she started growing sadder about summer ending, talking about it as though she wanted him to say something, like Danny would keep in touch. Like perhaps they’d see each other again -- like they’d make it happen no matter the cost, like he’d want to, and like she wanted him to say something first. Like she was scared and part of her was and the more she realized she was scared of losing him, the closer she came to the epiphany. It wasn’t until that last day, though, when her heart truly broke that she knew. She knew she’d fallen in love with him, but she also knew,a t that point, she’d never see him again. It was hopeless devotion, completely and utterly hopeless devotion. And she only hoped he’d felt it, too.

YOU SAW ME; YOU DID: ADELLA x PHOEBUS

         ☆*. ADELLA WASN’T VERY GOOD AT SECRETS. HARD TO BE WHEN YOU HAD SIX SLEUTHING sisters who did everything they could to find each other’s secrets out. It was nice when you needed someone there, not so nice when you were scarred by a few things and didn’t want to relive it, and didn’t know what to say or do now and then. Either way this secret would have been hard to save, anyway. It was too big. It helped, though, that Phoebus said it first, they realized at the same time just how deep their feelings went as the were together, just talking as they would do. It wasn’t a unique moment, but it was a moment after talking about her past and talking about his. A moment of vulnerability. And as she explained deeper into the psyche of her, he said it and she felt relieved like she’d been keeping herself from realizing until he did. It was all there, just needed the catalyst. It wasn’t a Eureka moment because of that, but she certainly realized then and smiled. “I love you, too.”

BE WHO YOU WANNA BE UNDER THE SEA: BARBIE x SEBASTIAN

         ☆*. HIGH SCHOOL WENT BY SO QUICKLY. OF COURSE HE WAS THE FIRST TO LEAVE, BUT she never expected it to be so soon. Nor had she expected herself to feel so low about it. Of course Barbara kept her positivity, no one would have expected anything else, but she struggled, especially as his last day came into play. There’d be no more musicals and theatre be his side, no more seeing Sebastian on the daily or at least close to it, and that left her sad. She’d harbored her crush on him for awhile, never did anything about it, thinking he didn’t want her to, he didn’t approach her like other guys would do and did do. So to her, well, he was going to be the one who got away, and she tried – she tried to gather it to tell him that last day, but he was so happy himself, ready to go to the university and continue on to his music career, and she was happy for him. He wasn’t going to be too far, maybe she’d still see him. But some part of her felt like it was the end of a time. But when she caught up to him to say a sort of goodbye, Barbie smiled and she watched the way he smiled back at her, felt the way her heart fluttered. But then he had to go and it was like he was already leaving and she felt it, that break in her chest. She loved him, that’s what that meant, she knew that. But she wished him luck and watched him go. Maybe she’d follow him to the University, but… It didn’t seem likely, her dreams were Julliard. Sometime she’d leave to, even if she didn’t want to. But she loved him. At that point, that she knew. Whatever else would happen? Who knew.

IS THIS BURNING AN ETERNAL FLAME?: BELLE x LUMIERE

         ☆*. IT WASN’T EXACTLY NEW – OTHER GIRLS QUESTIONING BELLE ABOUT HER RELATIONSHIP with Lumiere, as though a girl and a guy couldn’t just be friends, as though there had to be something else. Or perhaps they thought so because of who Lumiere was, either way. It was one of these moments, especially later on in the friendship where his current girlfriend brought up many ‘receipts’ on her and Lumiere around her because she was jealous, because she was worried. And at that point, Belle had been questioning how she felt herself. Especially when Lumi had had a break before this girlfriend and she felt they’d grown closer during it and missed their late night movies and cuddling, making desserts… But she tried, oh she tried not to attribute it to liking him, but it was failing and so she’d been working on other tactics of which she used then as she talked to Angelique. “You have nothing to worry about,” and honestly, she felt that herself. “Lumiere has only ever viewed me as a friend.” But then she asked. “How do you view Lumiere?” And Belle danced around the question, talking of how much she enjoys his company, how much she likes what they do, but it was Angelique pointing it out that had her pausing. “You love him.” She’d said. And it stopped Belle’s rambling in her tracks, “I don’t… I do… I love him.” She did, but she knew that’s not what was meant. “Mhmm,” the blonde said, then asked her to stay away from him ( which wouldn’t and didn’t happen ), but it was as she left her that Belle mulled it and came to the realization, the epiphany of sorts: “I’m in love with Lumiere.”

THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT: DUCHESS x CHESTER

         ☆*. SHE WAS SMITTEN FROM THE MOMENT THEY MET. EVEN IF SHE COULDN’T RELAY HER thoughts and even if she wasn’t quite sure she completely understood him or even at all, there was something in his eyes, something that had her thinking about him. Something that had her flushing as her friends brought him up after the incident and whenever he tried to talk to her. The trials were admirable, but she wished it were easier, hence why she started working harder on her English, and hence why she still tried to spend time with him as she understood him but couldn’t quite convey what she meant with ease. Falling for Chester was easy and realizing was even easier when he spoke to her in French and she replied back easily, blinking only momentarily and grinning as he explained he only knew a little thanks to his friend, but that he thought of her. So she did the same for him, trying her English out more and responding to his request for a date with an “I’d love to.” It was the kind of moment you’d watch in movies, and she knew, as the romantic she was, while her heart fluttered and insides rejoiced, that she was in love with him. At least a little bit. And it only grew from there.

ALL IN THE OPEN: JUSTIN x PHILIP

         ☆*. THERE WAS SOMETHING DEEPER THERE. A TRUST FOR SURE AS HE BROUGHT PHILIP to see his mother finally. They were dating, all was… As good as it could be with the circumstances, and he was a bit scared that this was going to ruin everything, but he trusted it wouldn’t. Even if his heart was racing as he brought him there – to the run down apartment building, then to the apartment he’s half lived in for awhile with her, his mother who couldn’t do anything for herself. His mother who barely responded to him, that was only taken care of because of him and his pimp. If she went to the hospital, they’d have her killed just because he had no money to keep her plugged in. She was surviving, but barely. And he missed her, the way she used to be, which was why he talked to her with love even if she was he reason he’d gotten into this mess. She always loved him. Always. She just go into trouble herself, that’s all, and no social worker took him. Knelt down on his knees, he introduced him – introduced Philip and let him walk over before standing up to go get her something to eat, and walking back to watch Phil talking to her. Rather than announce himself, he watched from the doorway with he slightest of soft smiles quirking his lips. Yeah, he loved him. That’s it.

PEOPLE DO CRAZY THINGS WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE: MEGARA x HERCULES

         ☆*. HE ALWAYS LOOKED OUT FOR HER – THOMAS DID, AND IT WAS ON HIS ADVICE she ended up there. Hades had been unhappy to have her gone for weeks, but she did her part, she convinced him, and she listened to her best friend. She’d been getting closer to him, to Hercules. The guy refused to just have sex with her, there was always some sort of date, and part of her couldn’t say no. That was the part that listened. It was New Year’s, and she’d been with Herc and his adoptive parents since Christmas. They treated her like family, told her how Herc talked about her when they thought he wasn’t listening to them speak to her. Made her smile with stories. She was polite to them. Things were different, but they grew different still. Especially that night. That was the night it went into the sex. They’d talked first, they’d been gentle, his fingers upon her skin, handling her like she was fragile – handling her like she was to be protected. No one treated her that way, not sincerely, not gently, yet there he was looking at her like she was delicate. And not only was he doing that, but she wasn’t upset about it. She watched him, let him lead like she never did and when they finished, when they nestled together for sleep, she watched him doze before she could think about it, and she took out her phone to message Thomas before Hercules drew her in closer, even sleeping he wouldn’t let her go. But she took a picture and she looked at it, his arms around her and she thought about what it would be like without him. She didn’t like it, he’d weaseled his way in. And she sent it to Thomas as she closed her eyes and cursed. Shit. She was over with. So said the messge, in different words of course: I’m in trouble. Yes, yes she is.

I WON’T GIVE UP: PETER x THOMAS

         ☆*. IT STARTED OFF INNOCENT. HE HADN’T KNOWN THERE WAS A BOYFRIEND. HE WAS just having fun, flirting with an attractive guy who flirted right back. It felt natural, it felt right, and things were easy. At least they were at the beginning. Not so much later on. Not so much when he learned of the boyfriend, not so much when he kissed him, knowing he shouldn’t, and not so much when the boyfriend came back. Things were a lot more complicated then Peter liked them, but when he realized he could lose Thomas like he’d lost so much else, Peter realized there was more. Realized that he could lose other people and be less upset if upset at all, but the thought of losing Thomas had him holding on as he could while Tom stayed with his boyfriend. He hadn’t realized ‘til he watched them together just how far it went. He was in love with Thomas. And there was nothing he could do about it. Even when Simon punched him and even when he tried to reconcile. All he could do was hope Thomas didn’t hate him and then maybe, just maybe there’d be there time. But ‘til then he was going to do right. He had to. That’s what you do when you’re in love. And then, clearly, he couldn’t be a kid about it. For once he felt old, for once he didn’t mind that. And beside being in love at that moment, he grew up. At least a little bit. Hopefully it was enough.

NEVER MEANT FOR THE FRIENDS THING: RITA x BUSTER

         ☆*. SHE’D BEEN DRUNK. DRUNK AND YOUNG, TRAIPSING AROUND THE WRONG CROWD or at least the wrong person. Her boyfriend, a terrible excuse for one, the one that became the very reason she came to this town, well, her and Dodger both. Buster had left sooner. Buster hadn’t fully known the trouble the Canes could fall into. He never had to, but he’d seen through the window because he was their friend. That night, he’d seen more, though. And that night he’d rescued her like the true hero he was – the best friend of her brother he’d always been and that long-withstanding cliche crush of hers. It’s easy to feel for your brother’s best friend. Having it returned, that wasn’t. Not apparently, but till he’d rescued her, taken her home and made her coffee, then went out to the roof where he found her after she left while he was brewing. It was dangerous, but she felt safe, sitting on the ledge and looking out at the skyline as though she weren’t a part of the bustling city. Was she, though when she was living out on the sidelines? She’d looked back at him when she heard him, and somehow he knew she wouldn’t come down, so instead he’d joined her with a blanket and her coffee which he handed over to her before wrapping the blanket round the both of them and holding her. “My brother’s gonna kill me,” she laughed, softly, but drank, hazel eyes drifting to him, his jawline, his lips, his eyes, before he reassured her: “Eh, he’ll kill your boyfriend first. How’d you get involved with him?” She shrugged. “He wanted me, still does, but now that he has me, he doesn’t pretend to be good. Still,” Rita sipped, “it’s nice to be wanted.” Her eyes went back out toward the sunset, “I want you,” Buster said and she sadly smiled, looking him in the eyes while she let those words sink into her how she wanted them to mean and how she knew they didn’t. At least, then. “That’s different,” Rita pulled her legs in, and he said, “yeah, yeah I guess it is.” Those words hurt, prickling her a bit and she scoffed a bit to herself. Between that light pain and the desire, she knew. She wasn’t stupid. She loved him. She just didn’t know then she always would.