#edith pierce

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They could never be angry with Nicky, y'know?

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Me w/ Edith

Autism be damned my boy can reanimate the dead

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you're having a party, which presidents are you inviting?

Good question, very fun. I'll invite all of the ones I like, and whichever ones I'd like to see in a party setting.

James Madison is chronologically the first that I would invite. I think it'd be funny to see him at a party. I think of "nearly gets trampled on the dance floor..." I, myself, will trample him unless he brings Dolley.

Jackson is invited and I hope he leaves cheese around the house in secret spots like he did at the end of his presidency.

Van Buren is invited unless @presidenttyler continues to insist that I have to marry him or he'll summon a deadly fog (please die, Mr. Tyler.)

I would invite William Henry Harrison, but tragically, as I'm sure we've all heard, he is no longer with us </3.

John Tyler is invited unless he tries to insist I marry Martin Van Buren lest a deadly fog be summoned. Also I swear to God he's not allowed to use my bathroom. I hope he and Jackson start fighting (no weapons allowed in my house) and I get to see their skinny bones fall out.

James K Polk is invited. I want him to bring his Lady Presidentress as well. Double invited if he is the presidentress.

Zachary Taylor is invited. His daughter can come too. His daughter's husband cannot come. His daughter's husband's dog, Bonin, can come. The murderer who shares a name with Zachary Taylor's daughter's husband's dog cannot come.

Millard Fillmore is invited. He can bring the whole boiler room with him. It wouldn't be a party without him.

Franklin Pierce is invited, of course. As an old @/deadpresidents posts that I can longer find clarifies, he would indeed be a welcome party guest, even if people on Reddit don't seem to think so (I have beef with 90% of reddit tier lists, save for any of them made by @starlight-tequila.) As I've come to understand, there're no less than 4 fictional interpretations of Pierce where he's being haunted. I request he keeps the haunting at home; I don't want the watchmojo demmons to mess up the vibe.

James Buchanan is invited. I want to see him in his worst outfit, behaving as he did at Dickinson before his expulsion. He needs to bring Harriet too. WRK too, unless I decide that he's also dead.

Andrew Johnson can come because I once saw an image of him smiling.

Ulysses Grant can come. He may play with the non dog animals (unfortunately, they're all just different Martin Van Buren government assigned rodentsonas in a pen.)

As can Hayes. Hayes can bring his wife, Lucy. She actually allowed drinking in the White House on special occasions, so she would not be a party pooper.

Garfield may come, but only as Lucretia's plus one. It's what he deserves. Since Guiteau did so much for Garfield's election (and was basically the president, let's be real, guys) he can come as an honorary president. So can David Rice Atchison, even though that story is complete bs. Dr. Doctor Bliss will be shot on sight by Boston Corbett.

Arthur is invited, but Julia Sand needs to pre-approve everything that he does. Conkling may come as a plus one, but he will go in the pen with the Martin Van Buren government assigned rodentsonas (it's okay, that's where Grant is anyway.)

On no other day would I ever allow Benjamin Harrison and his shortness within my sight, but I just found a song about him and it's stuck in my head, so I think it's only right that he attends 1 single time before my kind feelings toward him dry out.

McKinley is invited. He must sing to me.

Wilson is invited. But I will lock him in a room like a creature. You-know-who gets the key. The second female president, Edith Wilson, may attend.

Warren Harding gets to come. Gaston Means may, as well. Also Calvin Coolidge and Herbert Hoover. That's about it. If Nixon were to show up I wouldn't turn him away.

I'd like the party to end by sending an anonymous tip to Carrie A. Nation, telling her there is alcohol. She can come in, destroy everything, and all's well because if everything is destroyed, there's nothing to clean. She and Guiteau can ride into the sunset, combining to be a person of a normal height. I hope they invite me to the wedding.

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Flaviu Constantinov, the Nonchalant Romantic (I will change his title in the future but that's what I call him at the moment). He/Him, his ambition is Nemesis. Adressed as Sir. 29 years old. He is Branson's brother, older than them by 5 years.

Now for his backstory (that's also the backstory for my other PCs. Like his story is the context for why all my PCs came to the Neath)

Single father, widower. His wife, Edith, was murdered about 5 years ago, leaving behind their daughter, Vy (not her actual name, just a nickname that everyone calls her by), who was 4 at the time. But you wouldn't know that, because he doesn't really talk about it. He avoids dealing with his grief in any way, and just avoids talking about his late wife. He has a lot of dalliances, and writes a lot of poetry, most of it about romance (he writes other things too, but romance and poetry are his things).

Pierce Wilson, another OC that I've mentioned, was also very close friends with Edith, and left very shaken by her murder, was actually the one that went to search and figure out stuff about her murder(seeing as Flaviu was just. not dealing with it. Essentially refusing to discuss it) which leads him to the Neath, and leads him to kind of abandon his spouse(Branson) and their kid, Lucy(also to stop sending letters. Everyone kind of assumed he died, besides Branson, who also goes in search of him, her main reason for coming to London in 1900 1899).

Flaviu, accompanied by my Light Fingers PC, Cinder Corbin, and Lucy and Vy, come to the Neath a little before the Starved War to search for them both. Stuff happens, Pierce essentially gives him all the information he gathered, and is like, if you don't avenge her death, I WILL. Because to Pierce, Edith deserves that. And pushed by Cinder, and Pierce, and Branson, he decides to pursue revenge, but at the start it's only half hearted. He's sort of passive, which comes off as merciful, I suppose.

He's merciful, msotly because he doesn't care that much to actually hurt anyone that seems to stand in his way, and kind of sucks at fighting (his highest stats kinda are persuasive and shadowy which makes a lot of sense for him.). Also did I mentioned, he's a thief and a socialite. Like I imagine when he comes a person of some importance, hosting and goings to parties and stealing so much crap from people. And no one has any clue who is the criminal doing all this, stealing from the wealthy and the well known folk, and it can't possibly be Flaviu, he's just so handsome and charming and polite.

And it's not that he didn't love his wife. He did. Even though I should mentioned he sort of cheated on her (more on that later. But to reveal one thing about Edith, she knew. He didn't know she knew though, but she had her own lovers. They both did). In the aftermath, he did feel incredibly guilty, and guilt is one of the reasons he is doing Nemesis in the first place. The thing is...he's been doing everything to avoid actually mourning her, accepting her death. He essentially shut down emotionally when she died, and hasn't really dealt with it. But eventually it will hit him, everything that's happened.

Also, if Edith had a title, it would be the Obstinate Huntress, becauss she liked to hunt. He didn't, but she took him anyway with her when she went hunting. She was the one that taught Pierce(Bag a Legend PC) how to hunt animals.

Flaviu was the one that taught Cinder (Light Fingers PC) how to pickpocket and taught Branson, the one doing Heart's Desire, how to play cards. When they were young, Branson, Flaviu, and their family were very poor, for a number of reasons, like their dad wasting a lot of money on alcohol and such, and stealing and gambling was sort of the way Flaviu knew how to help make ends meet at the time. Eventually, their situation improved(and then he married Edith, whose family was doing way better financially, her father was some sort of rich diplomat) but the habits remained.

And though he doesn't talk about his wife, a lot of of his poems are about a huntress that he's in love with, but that he can't have because there's always something standing in the way, sometimes the character of the Huntress is already married, sometimes she swore to never marry, and sometimes she was dead. Somewhat a reference to Diana (the goddess), somewhat a reference to his wife.

also a bunch of picrews I made of Edith

and their kid, Vy(well, Veronica), who is about 9 years old rn (and also they use She/They pronouns, something they figure out about themselves after coming to the Neath)

an inquisitive rapscallion who loves putting their governess through hell (affectionate; and also nto actual hell. They just love doing dangerous things). They do have feelings about their mom being dead, but like their dad, they just try not to think about it. Loves to play with Lucy, she's like their little sister and they do kind of live like siblings.

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They had never before avowed their inclination so openly, and Ethan, for a moment, had the illusion that he was a free man, wooing the girl he meant to marry. He looked at her hair and longed to touch it again, and to tell her that it smelt of the woods; but he had never learned to say such things. 

Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome

[violettesiren]

A harsh veneer of ice upon the snow Now sepulchers in marble afterglow The garden sleeping in its cold cocoon.

Low in the heaven floats a fogbound moon Unreeling slow designs above the street, To hypnotize the houses at her feet.

Now let the loud bravado of the blood, In swift upsurge, defeat the ebbing flood Of life that fast relapses into clay.

He who would wake to see another day Must force to heightened monotone the drums Of his own heart, until the morning comes.

Winter Night by Edith Lovejoy Pierce

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Books by Women

[waternymph92]

Let's do this!!! Hello, 2024!!!!!!!!!!

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First Meeting of Valet!SimonRiley and Maid!Reader

Downton Abbey was one of the most well-known houses in England that belonged to aristocrat and war Captain, Lord Johnathon Price. Born in money, and married into even more money to the beautiful Liliana Montel from America. To pay off his father's debts, or that's what the press says anyway. They have three young daughters: Mary, Edith, and Sybil.

But of course, there was more than meets the eye about the great Downton Abbey. It is run by Butler Kyle Garrick, head housekeeper Kate Laswell, and an army of footmen, ladies' maids, housemaids, hallboys, and even more staff!

This included you, Y/N, a housemaid who had worked at the house for over two years. Coming from a middle-class background you were put into work very young, and after many years in and out of service, found yourself working at Downton.

'You have very good references, I can see that. And from the details a very hard worker! I expect you to keep that up when you take your place here at Downton Abbey.' You remembered Ms Laswell saying sternly, but with a small smile at the end of her interview.

You had just finished making the beds up for the three sisters with some of the other housemaids, making your way down through the servant's walkways to put the sheets in the laundry.

However on the way down, at the bottom of the staircase, a stranger stood with a briefcase in hand.

A tall, broad man dressed from top to bottom in black, a thick overcoat over a suit, shoes polished and shining the daylight that poured through the windows. What was more intriguing was the mask he wore over the bottom half of his face, seemingly made of metal. And then there were his eyes, a piercing electrified blue, like when lightning strikes a storming sky.

'Who are you?' Gwen, lady's maid to her ladyship, asked suddenly appearing at your side. A blunt woman, not very friendly to any of the other staff. Well, except for first footman Phillip Graves, they were as thick as thieves.

The stranger's eyes moved from her to you, silently taking you both in, as if analysing who you were.

'Mr Riley, I'm the new valet.' The soft but deep rumbling of his voice caught you off guard momentarily.

'The new valet?' The lady's maid gawked, barely holding her scoff back.

You couldn't couldn't help but glance at her in annoyance. From tone alone, she could tell Gwen was already casting judgment upon the man. In society, valets were known as 'a gentleman's gentleman', smart, and even good-looking. Rather than that, there were sure to be stares of ridicule due to the mask.

When no one else spoke, you plucked up the courage, folding the bedding under one arm before reaching out to him. 'I'm Y/N, the head housemaid.'

It was as if he was stunned at the sight of your reached-out hand, looking between your face to your hand. Just as you reconsidered your greeting, he took your hand into his grasp, shaking it with a gentle, almost careful grip.

'How do you do?'

You gave him a smile before pulling away, nodding to the door on your right. 'If you just go through this door the housekeeper Ms Laswell will take care of you.'

He nodded, 'Thank you.'

Picking up his suitcase, he steps past the other ladies, taking one more look at you, his eyes almost speaking a thousand words before disappearing out of sight.

Throughout the day you heard mutterings from the staff.

'What is with the mask?'

'Who thought to hire him?!'

'Surely there was someone else more suitable for the job ...'

They all loved gossip, but also a good jealous rant about not getting the position themselves. You found they could sometimes be so cruel.

Later that day at luncheon, Mr Garrick lectured the new valet about his new role in front of the whole staff.

'If you find yourself tongue-tied in the presence of His Lordship, I can only assure you that his patience will allow you to perform your duties correctly!' He stated as he sat himself at the head of the dining table.

'Of course,' Mr Riley quietly replied.

'Riley! My dear fellow!' The familiar bellow had all the staff on their feet.

Lord Price stood at the entrance to the servant's dining hall. He was dressed in his usual day attire of a suit, casual, but smart. It wasn't often his lordship made his way into the downstairs area of the house.

'My apologies I should have realised you were all having luncheon! Please sit!' He said as he walked around the table, moving to Mr Riley's side. 'But I just had to greet my old comrade in arms.'

The Butler's head snapped up, and an immediate silence fell over the table, all eyes moving to the men who clasped hands, John smiling towards the valet as they muttered greetings to one another. It wasn't too long before John left, not without apologising once more for his disturbance.

When silence remained, Mr Riley looked around, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself as he said. 'Well ... none of you ever asked.'

Call of Duty Masterlist I wrote this at 2am don't judge me bahahah.

I decided to keep the name of the home Downton Abbey (Had no idea what else to call it but if anyone comes up with anything please feel free to send it through!) Also kept the daughter's names the same as the show because I'm lazy lol. And if you any more ideas about this story please feel free to send them through!

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Whoa, an edit? Crazy. Anyway, I dabble in these (the last one I did was for a different MCU oc tbf) so have this fun thing :3

[lina-vas-dom]

Мы открываем книгу. Её страницы чисты… Мы собираемся заполнить их собственноручно. Книга называется «Возможность», а её первая глава называется «Новый год».“ /Эдит Лавджой Пирс

We open the book. Its pages are blank… We're going to fill them in ourselves. The book is called Opportunity, and its first chapter is called New Year's Eve." /Edith Lovejoy Pierce

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more crimson peak HCs?

The Sharpes don't drink alcohol, except when they're running the con and/or courting investors and need to appear normal around other people (wine with dinner being de rigeur among the upper classes back then). Any interest they might have had in it was killed by their father's drunken rages long ago.

The baby wasn't the first time Lucille got pregnant, or the last. Just the only time she tried to keep it. before, and after their son died, she ended the pregnancies with a homebrew pennyroyal tincture and never told Thomas. There haven't been many, since malnutrition during puberty left her not overly fertile, but there have been others.

Edith had her ears pierced when she was eight, after Eunice taunted her for being "too scared" to do it. Her mother caught her in the bathroom with a needle, working up the nerve, and insisted that they have a jeweler do it properly- many had similar methods to modern professional piercers, albeit less sterile.

Lucille's were done by a sympathetic housemaid around the same age, the old-fashioned way, with a needle in the attic. For many years she just wore the loops of silk thread used to keep the holes open while healing, for fear that actual earrings would get ripped through her earlobes during a beating. After the asylum, where obviously no earrings OR thread were allowed, she re-pierced them herself.

This one is very common fanon: Lucille's hair was forcibly cut off in the asylum, and now she has hangups about it. Specifically people touching it. In OT3 scenarios, Edith has to earn Hair-Touching Privileges, and it's a very big deal when she does.

Edith calls the dog Dante, to honor his Italian roots.

The Sharpes' china set is NOT actually Royal Crown Derby Old Imari 2451, but an identical Davenport imari pattern that was produced until the 1880s. Just seems like something their family would have bought in more prosperous times, and the RCD imari started being produced only after Davenport folded. (Note: in the movie it is in fact the RCD imari- I own a teacup and saucer set used in the filming; can confirm)

Thomas keeps trying with the mines not because of actual interest, but because he's trying to be a better Sharpe patriarch than his father. He'd be much happier- and make more money -as a maker of luxury clocks and automata.

Lucille's French is better than Thomas' grammatically, but because he had lessons and she taught herself out of books, his accent is better.

Edith does not love Alan romantically, and never will. I always feel like pairing them up as a couple is kind of a cop-out for a movie that does so much to avoid the "this woman's love is a prize for this man to win" trope and show a healthy friendship where one person is in love with the other, but respects that she doesn't feel the same way (especially rare for M/F friends where the man is the lover). They might get married platonically after the events of the movie, but I don't like imagining that Edith falls in love with him. The official novelization does this. The official novelization is a bunch of dreck.

Eunice is aroace; she's only concerned about getting married so she can continue having a comfortable lifestyle. And maybe also get away from her mother. She'll never live to see a term coined for that, of course, but that doesn't mean the feeling doesn't exist.

And while we're on orientations, Edith is bi and thinks all women are. She's never talked about it with anyone or encountered any references to it in fiction (or homophobic medical texts), so she just blithely assumes it's the norm. Again, for women. She's not sure about men; probably they're the same way, though.

Lucille is gay and will never figure that out because, even though her feelings for Thomas are not normal adult attraction, the sex is physically pleasurable and they love each other so much generally that she'll never untangle it from what she (unwillingly) feels for other women. Even in an OT3 scenario, she will always assume that the ways she feels about Thomas and Edith are the same, so she couldn't possibly be An Exclusive HomosexualTM.

Thomas is straight. Very few people who've met him- and who knew that Gay was a possibility -have believed this, but it's true.

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Summaries under the cut

Emily by L. M. Montgomery

Emily Starr never knew what it was to be lonely—until her beloved father died. Now Emily's an orphan, and her mother's snobbish relatives are taking her to live with them at New Moon Farm. She's sure she won't be happy. Emily deals with stiff, stern Aunt Elizabeth and her malicious classmates by holding her head high and using her quick wit. Things begin to change when she makes friends: with Teddy, who does marvelous drawings; with Perry, who's sailed all over the world with his father yet has never been to school; and above all, with Ilse, a tomboy with a blazing temper. Amazingly, Emily finds New Moon beautiful and fascinating. With new friends and adventures, Emily might someday think of herself as Emily of New Moon.

Savvy by Ingrid Law

For generations, the Beaumont family has harbored a magical secret. They each possess a "savvy" -a special supernatural power that strikes when they turn thirteen. Grandpa Bomba moves mountains, her older brothers create hurricanes and spark electricity . . . and now it's the eve of Mibs's big day.

As if waiting weren't hard enough, the family gets scary news two days before Mibs's birthday: Poppa has been in a terrible accident. Mibs develops the singular mission to get to the hospital and prove that her new power can save her dad. So she sneaks onto a salesman's bus . . . only to find the bus heading in the opposite direction. Suddenly Mibs finds herself on an unforgettable odyssey that will force her to make sense of growing up-and of other people, who might also have a few secrets hidden just beneath the skin.

The Last Apprentice by Joseph Delaney

Thomas Ward is the seventh son of a seventh son and has been apprenticed to the local Spook. The job is hard, the Spook is distant and many apprentices have failed before Thomas. Somehow Thomas must learn how to exorcise ghosts, contain witches and bind boggarts. But when he is tricked into freeing Mother Malkin, the most evil witch in the County, the horror begins...

The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg

How has Mrs. Olinski chosen her sixth-grade Academic Bowl team? She had a number of answers. But were any of them true? How had she really chosen Noah and Nadia and Ethan and Julian? And why did they make such a good team? It was a surprise to a lot of people when Mrs. Olinski's team won the sixth-grade Academic Bowl contest at Epiphany Middle School. It was an even bigger surprise when they beat the seventh grade and the eighth grade, too. And when they went on to even greater victories, everyone began to ask: How did it happen?

It happened at least partly because Noah had been the best man (quite by accident) at the wedding of Ethan's grandmother and Nadia's grandfather. It happened because Nadia discovered that she could not let a lot of baby turtles die. It happened when Ethan could not let Julian face disaster alone. And it happened because Julian valued something important in himself and saw in the other three something he also valued.

Mrs. Olinski, returning to teaching after having been injured in an automobile accident, found that her Academic Bowl team became her answer to finding confidence and success. What she did not know, at least at first, was that her team knew more than she did the answer to why they had been chosen.

The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor

When Alyss Heart, newly orphaned heir to the Wonderland throne, flees through the Pool of Tears to escape her murderous Aunt Redd, she finds herself lost and alone in Victorian London. Befriended by an aspiring author named Lewis Carrol, Alyss tells the violent, heartbreaking story of her young life. Alyss trusts this author to tell the truth so that someone, somewhere will find her and bring her home. But he gets the story all wrong. He even spells her name incorrectly!

Fortunately, Royal Bodyguard Hatter Madigan knows all too well the awful truth of Alyss' story - and he's searching every corner of our world to find the lost princess and return her to Wonderland, to battle Redd for her rightful place as the Queen of Hearts.

Misty by Marguerite Henry

"You'll never catch the Phantom," says Grandpa. "That horse is fast as the wind. She's escaped from every roundup on the island!" But Paul and Maureen want the beautiful wild mare for their very own. "I'm going to capture her myself," says Paul.

When Paul finally overtakes the Phantom, he makes a surprising discovery. Running at her side is a brand-new, silvery-gray colt - Misty!

East by Edith Pattou

Rose has always been different.

Since the day she was born, it was clear she had a special fate. Her superstitious mother keeps the unusual circumstances of Rose's birth a secret, hoping to prevent her adventurous daughter from leaving home... but she can't suppress Rose's true nature forever.

So when an enormous white bear shows up one cold autumn evening and asks teenage Rose to come away with it--in exchange for health and prosperity for her ailing family--she readily agrees.

Rose travels on the bear's broad back to a distant and empty castle, where she is nightly joined by a mysterious stranger. In discovering his identity, she loses her heart-- and finds her purpose--and realizes her journey has only just begun.

The Midwife's Apprentice by Karen Cushman

The girl known only as Brat has no family, no home, and no future until she meets Jane the Midwife and becomes her apprentice. As she helps the sharp-tempered Jane deliver babies, Brat--who renames herself Alyce--gains knowledge, confidence, and the courage to want something from life: "A full belly, a contented heart, and a place in this world." Medieval village life makes a lively backdrop for the funny, poignant story of how Alyce gets what she wants.

Circle of Magic by Tamora Pierce

With her gift of weaving silk thread and creating light, Sandry is brought to the Winding Circle community. There she meets Briar, a former thief who has a way with plants; Daja, an outcast gifted at metalcraft; and Tris, whose connection with the weather unsettles everyone, including herself. At Winding Circle, the four misfits are taught how to use their magic - and to trust one another. But then disaster strikes their new home. Can Sandry weave together four kinds of magical power and save herself, her friends, and the one place where they've ever been accepted?

Catherine, Called Birdy by Karen Cushman

Catherine feels trapped. Her father is determined to marry her off to a rich man--any rich man, no matter how awful.

But by wit, trickery, and luck, Catherine manages to send several would-be husbands packing. Then a shaggy-bearded suitor from the north comes to call--by far the oldest, ugliest, most revolting suitor of them all.

Unfortunately, he is also the richest.

Can a sharp-tongued, high-spirited, clever young maiden with a mind of her own actually lose the battle against an ill-mannered, piglike lord and an unimaginative, greedy toad of a father?

Deus! Not if Catherine has anything to say about it!

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She sat down and waited. Curiously enough, she was less unhappy than for a long time past. His pain and his pity were perhaps what she had most needed from him: the centre of her wretchedness seemed the point at which they were meant to meet. If only she could have put it in words simple enough to reach him - but to thank him for what he was suffering would have seemed like mocking; and she could only wait and say to herself that perhaps before long he would go.

Edith Wharton, The Mother's Recompense

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Hi! Congratulations on 100 followers! You deserve every single one!

I was wondering if you could do prom[t 26 with Rafe? I love you're writing so I'm excited to see your take on it!

oml thank you sooo much!! <33 I hope you like this, I think this came out pretty cute, even though it's quite short

idiots

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you and rafe are two idiots in love, and your love language is to bully and tease each other constantly.

WARNINGS: fluff!

EDITH SPEAKS: okay but my dream relationship is literally someone with whom I can joke around this way

also this is the last celly post!! thank you to everyone who sent in asks for the celebration! It was all sooo much fun to write 💗

PROMPT REQUESTED: "kiss me you twat."

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You walk out of your bathroom, smoothening the wrinkles on your clothes as you walk. Rafe is sitting on the edge of the bed and he immediately looks up just as he hears you open the bathroom door.

"So, how do I look?" You ask him, taking a glance down at your outfit every now and then.

"Wow," he says, getting up from his position on your bed and walking up to you. He takes both of your hands in his, his eyes piercing yours. "I think you look absolutely. . . hideous." He says, and then laughs. You smack his arm as your response and take away your hands from his.

"Idiot," you mumble, shaking your head to yourself and turning around to look at yourself in the mirror.

"No for real," Rafe adds, standing right behind you and looking at your reflection, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone look as hideous as you."

"I think you're starting to rub off on me Cameron, because you've always looked so hideous," you retort back. Rafe feigns shock and dramatically places a hand on his heart.

"I distinctly remember you calling me a beautiful boy on our first date, so right now you're against your own word."

"Maybe I lied to you, maybe all I want is to get your money," you smirk, watching Rafe feign his shock more and more with each passing second. He leans against one of your bookshelves and pants out loud, pretending to be short of breathe.

"I cannot believe you just said that," he says, looking everywhere but at you. "The person who I thought was madly in love with me is using me for money?"

You laugh at his reactions and walk to him, quickly holding onto his arm and making him stand straight. "You're such a drama queen," you say, fixing the collar of his shirt.

Rafe gives you a big grin. "But I'm your favorite drama queen."

"That may or not be true," you shrug, your hands now rubbing up and down on the sides of his arms.

"Oh I know it's true," Rafe mutters, moving his face a little closer to you. You look at him, his blue eyes reminding you of the swirls of water in the big ocean, and you find yourself drowning in them the same way you always do.

"Kiss me you twat." you whisper, and Rafe immediately presses his lips against yours, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you so close to him. You sigh into the kiss, your arms now tightly wrapped around his torso.

He pulls back from you and rests his forehead against yours.

"For the record, you still look hideous."

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