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morganaspendragonss · 3 years ago

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holly's august extravaganza day 17: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team)

for both my incredible birthday twin jenny (@laelipoo) and a little bit for myself! i hope you are having a wonderful, wonderful day and i wish you all the love in the world. i'm so glad we became friends and i cannot tell you how glad i am for our conversations 🥰🥰🥰

many, many, many thanks to jenny as well for helping me out with the plot!

ao3 | 3.1k | firefighter carlos, hurt/comfort, pining, developing relationship, major character injury (two of them 😌)

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the soft blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

The thing about Carlos Reyes is that he isn’t only stupidly hot; he’s also just plain nice. TK can’t even make up a flimsy excuse to keep his distance. Carlos is, quite literally, perfect.

He shares recipes and book recommendations with Paul, he spars with Marjan, he discusses superheroes with Mateo, and Judd has had nothing but good things to say since before Carlos even joined them. Apparently they’d worked together a lot before the explosion, when Carlos was with the 116, and he’s ‘one of the best damn firefighters’ Judd has ever seen.

He even makes time to hang with the paramedics, which...isn’t a new development, exactly. But it is recent, and TK is willing to bet they’d still be pretty divided if Tim hadn’t suddenly transferred back to Maryland and he hadn’t taken the leap to be a full paramedic.

Even after that… His friends were hardly going to abandon him after he switched, but Nancy had still only been semi-included at best. She’d called him out about it during their first week working together, but fixing it had been a slow process.

Until Carlos came along, that is. Excluding Judd, they all regularly hang out at his place now, and Nancy’s inclusion had never even been a question. Safe to say, Carlos has charmed everyone in the firehouse, including both captains, and the worst part is, he doesn’t seem to realise he’s doing it.

He’s perfect, from his freakishly toned body to his infuriatingly sweet personality to his incredible skills in the field, and TK does not have a crush, goddammit!

One morning about three weeks after Carlos’s arrival, TK is greeted in the firehouse by the sound of a long, beautiful laugh coming from the kitchen. Three weeks is an embarrassingly short amount of time to admit that he’s memorised everything about him, but he instantly recognises the noise as coming from Carlos, even if he can’t see him yet.

He saunters into the kitchen, where Carlos is standing with Paul, and leans up against the counter. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Carlos turns with a winning smile and holds out a steaming mug of coffee, clearly freshly made even though TK only got in two minutes ago.

He blinks. “How—” Then, taking in the slight pinkness to Carlos’s cheeks, “Are you seriously offering me your own coffee, Reyes?”

Carlos shrugs, forcing the mug into TK’s hands. “I only just made it so technically it belongs to anyone, and I can always make another,” he says. “Besides, you look like you could use it more than me.”

His grin has TK narrowing his eyes and stubbornly refusing to drink even though Carlos is right—he really, really needs it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that was an insult.”

“Who says you do know better?”

TK splutters, momentarily left speechless in the face of Carlos’s smile and the twinkle in those goddamn eyes. He turns to Paul for help, but Paul...has disappeared. Huh. TK honestly hadn't noticed him go.

He shakes his head and looks back to Carlos, only to be stunned silent again by the way his smile has softened into something else, something more.

TK’s heart skips a beat or two and he swallows, staring down into Carlos’s coffee. “Whatever, Reyes,” he mutters.

It was too late for a witty comeback anyway.

Carlos’s laugh follows him out of the kitchen, and TK wonders when, exactly, he let himself fall this far.

“Earth to TK? Hello?”

TK is rudely snapped back to reality by one Nancy Gillian’s hand waving violently in his face. He scowls at her, to which she responds with an eye roll.

“Stop drooling over your man and come help me with inventory.”

“I’m not drooling,” TK argues, following her over to the rig. “And he’s not my man.”

“Right,” Nancy drawls, folding her arms over her chest as she leans against the ambulance. “So you’re just going to deny that weird energy around you two that makes the rest of us feel like we’re creeping on something?”

“Exactly.” TK nods emphatically, then frowns. “Wait, what?”

Nancy casts her eyes heavenward. “You know,” she says, “you’re a lot of things, Strand, but I hadn’t pegged you for oblivious.”

TK’s next words are reflexive, said without thought for the consequences—the story of his life, really.

“I’m not oblivious!”

The grin spreading over Nancy’s face rams home just how much he’s fucked up with those three words. TK drops his head in his hands and groans, unable and unwilling to look Nancy in the eye.

“Not a word,” he warns, which Nancy appears to respect, for now. TK is well aware that there will be words—several of them—later, whether he wants them or not.

The thing is, he really isn’t oblivious. He knows perfectly well what Nancy is talking about and he has often fantasised about all the things he’d do to Carlos given half a chance. TK likes Carlos, way more than just in the physical sense, and he’s pretty sure that Carlos likes him right back. It would be so easy to start something between them and, god, TK wants to. He just… He can’t.

One year—that’s what he promised himself back in New York. One year on his own to sort his head out and figure out how he fits back into the world after the overdose. Granted, his sobriety anniversary is only a couple of months away now, but he refuses to give up on his promise, especially when he’s so close.

Maybe in a couple months, if Carlos hasn’t gotten bored of something that’s clearly going nowhere.

But not now.

“He did not ask me out!”

“He totally did, dude, and you know it. You want to say yes, I can tell.”

“No, I don’t. I—”

“Children,” Tommy interrupts from the back of the ambulance. They’re heading to a callout, and Nancy has not let up the entire way about something TK is certain never actually happened. “Either of you want to enlighten me on what the argument is about this time?”

“TK’s too chicken to go out with Carlos,” Nancy jumps in, before TK can stop her.

“I am not!” he protests. “Plus, he wasn’t asking me out, he said we should go over to his place for dinner sometime, which Carlos does all the time. So there.”

“Strand, you are not this dense,” Nancy snarks, probably rolling her eyes. “His exact words were, ‘You should come over sometime’.”

“We were all there! It was obviously the plural you.”

“Oh my god—”

“Alright!” Tommy sighs wearily. “Nancy, can we keep from provoking TK until we’re back at the firehouse and he’s no longer driving?”

“Ha!” TK exclaims, but Tommy’s not done.

“TK, if I weren’t your captain, I’d be telling you that Nancy is right and you should pull your head out of your ass before it’s too late, understand?”

Now it’s Nancy’s turn to be triumphant as TK struggles to form a coherent response. Thankfully, he’s saved from further torment by them finally pulling up at the scene—a warehouse where one of the workers had become trapped after parts of the upper level walkway had broken and fallen. Apparently, the falling metal had caused some of the machinery to malfunction, turning the call from simple to beyond complicated in a matter of minutes.

“TK, grab your turnout gear and your bag; I’m sending you in with them,” Tommy informs him as soon as they’re out of the rig. “Normally, we’d just talk the firefighters through it over radio, but given your training it’ll be quicker and safer for you to deal with our patient.”

TK grins; he’s missed the adrenaline rush of running into emergencies more than he can say. “Got it, Cap.”

“Maybe try and look a little less happy about a serious injury, too.”

“Copy that.”

The noise when they enter the warehouse is deafening, an ugly screeching cutting right through TK’s skull.

“Shouldn’t they have shut the machines off?” he shouts, fighting to be heard.

“Apparently they can’t,” Judd calls back. “Something wrong with the control panel, I don’t know exactly what.”

TK groans—just what they need. The sound is lost in the din, but Carlos still looks over and gives him a sympathetic grin, shrugging in a ‘what can you do’ motion. TK can’t help but grin back, the mere sight of Carlos easing the annoyance he feels and the headache already beginning to build behind his eyes.

Their patient, when they reach him, is pinned under a large, heavy-looking sheet of metal. He’s bleeding from a gash on his temple and his skin is worryingly pale, to the extent that TK can tell even from a distance. He jogs to the patient’s side and kneels down, pressing his fingers against his neck.

“Cap, I have a pulse,” he reports into his radio after a few seconds. “But he’s unconscious with a head wound, and I think there are probably injuries I can’t see yet. Possible spinal damage, but I can’t tell until we’ve got this metal off him.”

“Copy that,” Captain Vega says. “Get ready to run a line; he’s gonna need it as soon as he’s free.”

TK nods and moves to secure a c-collar around his neck. “We need to cut this thing off of him,” he says, addressing the team. “Quickly, but carefully.”

Judd steps forward, brandishing the saw. He hands TK a couple of spare turnouts and kneels on the patient’s other side. “Couple of you need to cover him, and yourselves.”

TK doesn’t even have to ask before Carlos appears next to him, taking one of the turnouts from him. He smiles gratefully before arranging himself to provide maximum protection to all three of them as Judd starts working on the metal. The vibrations from the saw are unpleasant, and TK dreads to think what effect it’s having on the already unstable machinery, but it’s the only option they have to get their patient free.

Fortunately, everything seems to go off without a hitch, and soon the team are able to remove the metal. TK immediately gets to work, feeling for any damage. As he suspected, there’s a pretty large gash on the man’s leg which is bleeding badly, though thankfully it seems to have missed any arteries. He also seems to have a broken wrist, but he should heal.

TK quickly wraps his leg, then gets Carlos and Judd to help move him onto the spine board. It feels like, for once, the call has gone as smoothly as possible, and TK allows himself a breath of relief as they prep to get the guy outside to the ambulance.

Naturally, that’s when everything goes to hell.

The machine closest to them lets out a threatening groan and shudders before there’s a loud roar and it explodes. On instinct, TK folds himself over the patient as shrapnel rains down on them, and he sees Carlos doing the same in his periphery.

The downpour seems to last forever, but eventually it slows and comes to a stop. TK cautiously lifts his head, his heart pounding, and sags in relief as it seems that the worst is over.

They need to get out of here, now.

He stands, a brief stab of pain running through his back—probably because of his awkward position over the patient—and turns to Carlos, reaching to offer him a hand up.

Only to see Carlos’s face tight with agony, and then the cause—a jagged piece of shrapnel running right through his hand.

“Carlos,” TK breathes, horrified. Carlos looks up at him, his breathing carefully measured and his eyes wide, and TK drops back to his knees, reaching out for him. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

Carlos swallows and nods, his eyes squeezing tight. TK’s heart rate skyrockets, and he’s barely able to keep his cool as he signals to the others to get their first patient out of the warehouse.

“Cap, the team are bringing him out, but we have a problem.”

“Talk to me, Strand, what’s going on?”

“It—It’s Carlos.” TK breathes out shakily and takes a moment to steady himself before continuing, “It’s not serious, but some of the machinery broke apart and some shrapnel impaled his hand. I’ve got to stabilise the shard before we come out to you.”

“Alright, but hurry. I don’t want you guys in there for longer than necessary.”

“Copy.”

Stabilising the shrapnel with rolls of gauze and wrapping Carlos’s hand should be a matter of course—it’s an easy process that TK could probably do in his sleep. But this is Carlos, so his damn hands won’t stop shaking and he almost fumbles and drops his supplies.

He manages though, and soon he’s helping Carlos up, instructing him to hold his injured hand above his heart. Carlos sends him a wobbly smile, which ends up turning out to be more of a grimace, but it’s a comfort nonetheless. Things could have gone so much worse today; TK could have even lost him, and he would have never been able to—

But that’s not important. Carlos is okay, or he will be, and they still have plenty of time to figure out whatever this is between them.

Everything will be okay.

TK’s back and side twinge again as they make their way out, but he brushes it off, too focused on getting Carlos to the hospital as fast as possible. Tommy shakes her head as they make their way over, her eyebrows raised despite the concern clearly in her expression.

“Never a peaceful moment with you, Strand, is it?” she asks dryly, hissing as she inspects Carlos’s wound.

“In my defence, Cap,” he says, more at ease now that they’re safe, “it’s not me who’s injured this time.”

Tommy hums, then directs Carlos into the back of the rig, jumping in after him. “Get back here, TK. Nancy’s driving.”

She has a teasing look in her eyes that instantly makes TK suspicious, but he moves to comply, shrugging off his turnout coat as he does. The movement hurts, which is weird, but he thinks nothing of it.

At least, until Tommy’s eyes go wide and she stands from her seat, holding her hands out towards him. “TK, do not move,” she instructs, her eyes firmly fixed on his right side.

TK frowns, then follows her gaze down, and— Oh.

His grey undershirt is stained with blood, and it’s difficult to miss the large piece of metal sticking out of his side. He has no idea how he missed it, but now that he knows, the pain slams into him full force, causing him to stagger.

“Oh,” he gasps, eloquently.

Then, his legs buckle and the world goes black.

TK wakes up to a steady beeping sound, which only exacerbates his pounding headache. He groans, scrunching his face up, before slowly peeling his eyes open, almost slamming them shut again after getting an eyeful of obnoxiously bright fluorescents.

“You’re awake,” a voice says, sounding surprised, then the lights suddenly dim, the room lit by the gentle glow of a lamp. TK sighs in relief and shifts to look at his saviour.

It’s Carlos.

“You… You’re here,” TK states, confused. His gaze drifts down Carlos’s body and lands on the white bandages around his hand, the memories of the warehouse suddenly hitting him all at once. “Shit, you— How are you?”

Carlos shakes his head and comes to sit in the chair by TK’s bed. “I can’t believe you’re the one asking me that.”

“I’m a paramedic, it’s my job.”

“Not when you’re the one in the hospital bed,” Carlos counters, sighing. “If you must know, I’m fine. They gave me some pretty good drugs, so…” He shrugs, and TK can’t help but laugh, which proves to be a very bad idea.

His side lights up, an unnecessary reminder that TK is very much not on the good drugs, and he moans softly, slowly settling back in the bed. “I hate you,” he mumbles, eyes closed.

“You love me,” Carlos says, and TK’s heart seizes in his chest.

The silence after his words is deafening, so TK forces himself to crack his eyes open enough to look at him. Carlos is frozen in his chair, biting his lip hard, and he looks like he either wants to bolt or be swallowed by the earth.

TK thinks he should probably be feeling the same. They’ve been dancing around this issue for weeks now, and he’d thought he had it under control. That he could last that little bit longer until his one year was up; that he could ignore these feelings that have been steadily growing since he first laid eyes on Carlos.

It was a hopeless endeavour; he recognises that now. TK remembers the fear he felt when Carlos was injured back at the warehouse, the desperation for him to be better, and now with his own injury…

He could have lost this chance before he ever got it, and TK isn’t about to let it slip through his fingers now. He reaches out and takes Carlos’s good hand, startling him into meeting TK’s eyes.

“Yeah,” TK whispers, just loud enough for Carlos to hear him. “I think I do.”

The smile Carlos gives him lights up the room, and he doesn’t waste any time in leaning down to kiss TK. And it’s… It’s everything TK had hoped and imagined it would be and more. It’s soft and sweet and gentle and perfect, and he never wants it to end.

But end it does, though Carlos doesn’t go far. TK smiles at him, squeezing his hand with all the strength he can muster.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” he says.

Carlos frowns. “What?”

TK’s smile widens and he flicks his eyebrows at Carlos. “To dinner. Or were you not asking me out after all?”

Carlos huffs a laugh, and the look in his eyes when they lock back onto TK’s melts his heart and makes his entire chest ache. “Does Friday work for you?”

He nods, tugging Carlos down for another kiss. “It’s a date.”

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lutbys · 4 years ago

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BUTTERFLY CLIPS

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: Ron’s reaction to you wearing butterfly clips

“Do you reckon Fred will notice the change in my hair?” Hermione brushed through them with her fingers for the tenth time since the trip back to Hogwarts til now where they were both headed for the entrance of the Great Hall, passing by a myriad of first years trembling in their feet. It was less frizzy than it was last semester and her long locks framed her face perfectly, making the girl look more extravagant than she already is.

“Hermione I’m sure he’ll love it- “

“What the bloody hell is in your hair y/n?” Ron yelled from his seat at the Gryffindor table, catching more attention towards the shy girl than he intended to. His mouth went agape as he stared at the top of your head that held butterfly clips that secured the mess you call a fringe, each butterfly sporting your house color. You felt insecure and started patting the top of your head lightly, feeling for any rogue strands of hair that fell out of its position but by the looks of Hermione’s face, that wasn’t the problem Ron was so shocked about.

“Don’t be daft Ron! They’re just butterfly clips” Rolling your eyes, you and Hermione both settled down on the benches opposite of him where he sat beside an unbothered Harry who had his nose deep into his Defense of Dark Arts textbook.

“Oh, they’re butterflies alright! It looks like a nest up there”

“You and I both know it looks nothing like a butterfly nest you idiot” It was Hermione’s turn to roll her eyes, mentally wishing she had picked a smarter group of friends.

He stared at the clips for longer, completely disregarding his food to observe the plastic accessory. “Where did you even get them from anyway? I doubt Hogsmeade carries this.”

“My aunt got some for me for Christmas and I quite liked it, so I decided to get more in different colors.” You fiddled with your food, the uncomfortable gaze Ron had towards you -or should I say head- made you feel small.

“Ron stop staring and finish eating. I’m not going to tolerate you anymore if you get hungry in the middle of the night.” Hermione scolded, kicking him in the shin as an extra warning.

“Do you have to wash them?”

It was late in the night and the four of you took over the common room to finish your assignment because according to Hermione, ‘the earlier, the easier!’.

The four of you had the same essay out- the one Snape assigned last minute in between the many other assignments you had due which did not get a good response from his students- with Harry and Hermione fully concentrated on their own papers and Ron having been procrastinating ever since they’ve sat down, finding any sort of excuse to not pick up his quill.

“Ron, stop it! You know what fine, I won’t wear them anymore, happy?” you sulked in your seat, refusing to meet his eye knowing yourself well enough to know that tears were going to well in your eyes any second now.

“Wait, no! Don’t.” this caught them all off guard as they gawked at the flustered ginger boy in confusion. “I quite like it” your cheeks started to heat.

“Would you look at that, Ron is fond with the butterbeer clip” Harry said smugly, smirking at his best friend, a knowing glint in his eye.

“Butterfly!”

“Does it hurt?” you rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze from the fireplace to the boy sitting a cushion away from you.

“What do you mean Ronald?” you sighed, watching him avert his gaze from object to object trying to mentally form a coherent sentence. It was cute to see him so flustered as he ringed his fingers together with the glow of the fire that illuminated the dark common room covering his blush ever so smoothly.

“Like doesn’t it hurt because the clip is gripping onto your scalp?” he asked nervously as you giggled at the comment, “I dunno how clips work, I don’t wear them yaknow?” he defended.

“You wanna try it?” his eyes glimmered from curiosity to fear as he watched you jump towards him and grabbing hold before taking out the clips from your hair and transferring them to his.

“y/n what are you doing!” he giggled from your touch, your hands fiddling with his hair and clipping them back as neat as possible. His hands found their way to your waist to stable you and it was only then you realized how you were both positioned; your legs were straddling him with his front is flush against yours, your heartbeats in sync. Your breath hitched as his hands squeezed your waist, his thumbs lightly stroking over the fabric of your uniform.

It was overwhelming to see him in this light, with the crackling fire highlighting his features, the orange glow bringing out the color in his eyes. He was irresistible. Your eyes flickered down to his lips; pink and slightly chapped. As if on cue, he licked them, causing them to glisten in anticipation. You looked back into his eyes to see he was already looking at you, his eyes a shade darker than a second ago. He brought his right hand up, leaving a ghost on your waist as he reached up between both of your bodies and finally stopping at your face, caressing your cheeks then, letting his thumb brush against your bottom lip, leaving the skin he once touched tingly.

You hovered your lips near his, so close that your bottom lip was merely connected with his and your breaths mingled. The hesitation that coursed through your veins were long gone as you connected your lips with his, smiling internally as he catches on. They both melded together like solder, your bodies enveloping into one as your lips moved in a rhythm that felt just right.

And it felt just right for the rest of the night,

a/n: I have to admit, I did edit this when I was half asleep and in the middle of a class so.... lets be nice. Tenk u. Luv u <3.

#ron #ron weasly imagine #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #prompt #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley x reader #hogwarts

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ninacarstairss · 4 years ago

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Hello bestieeee :D How are u today? I hope u are living ur best life and are well<3

GUESS WHAT?

Yesterday,I finished RWRB!!! How can I even start to describe my love for this book? Hmmm I don’t think that I can put it in words but I’ll say whatI loved about it and by that,well,It’s pretty much everything. All the characters(except Philip the homophobic bitch,Richards the coward and um the Queen) were just so amazing and it was refreshing(yeah refreshing,don’t criticize me for choosing this word) to read about them and I learned so much from each one and there’s no doubt that they inspired in many ways.Tho I love all of them immensely,Henry and Alex hold a special place in my heart.The way Henry and Alex grew up through the book and let themselves to truly be the people they are at the end even after all the consequences they were ready to live with left me happy and hopeful.But I think that Alex and Henry couldn’t have been themselves one day in front of the whole world if they did not choosed to know each other and fall in love through this journey.Its beautiful to see how Alex who never expected to bond with Henry,was so grateful that he had the chance to do so.And there’s Henry who for so long,he had to pretend that he was someone else and live a life that was painfully untrue and unfair to his own feelings but he still managed to be the kindest and generous person that he could be and that,made my heart break but proud.I love them and lemme tell u,they are one of the most power couple and even THE power couple that u could possibly hope for. I love this two and If I want to find comfort,I’ll always look up to re-read some scenes with them(😏😎💕).What else?Ohh it was gracefully written and the way the characters expressed themselves was really relatable and I could see myself in them.There’s the plot who was entertaining and I just adored the aesthetic of this book(I mean the places that we saw etc).The whole story captivated me.RWRB is without a doubt one of my favourite books that I’ll eternally recommend(maybe not to my parents hehe cuz of the um spicy scenes👉🏼👈🏼,u know?).That’s pretty much that,I could talk about RWRB more but I know it will end up be a novel just about how much I LOVED IT. I can’t wait to read One last stop by the same author who made me feel countless of emotions in just one book.

P-S: Expect to see me posting(poems and the wonderful Chia already helped me giving me some ideas,aesthetics,drawings etc and maybe even a fic? Or a few?I’ll see). Alsooo,I’ll start SOA so lemme tell u if someone doesn’t mind to share my thoughts about this one and wish me luck for all the pain that I’ll be going through this one too).Why do I like pain so much?

Tagging some RWRB simps who I want to thank for bearing my thoughts and making me so excited for this book and hopefully I did not annoyed anybody: @shadowhunting-hooligans @carstairgray @gabtapia @niastormsanctuary-bolastairkanej @queen-born-out-of-fire @clarys-heosphoros

EVERYTHING YOU SAID. EVERYTHING.

ok let’s do this right i’m gonna try with a coherent answer—

hii bestie!! i’m fine and honestly now i’m even better because this ask just made my day and i read it twice because how could i not?? it’s literally exactly all i thought when i finished the book and i still think about all this 24/7, even after a month. this book is literally everything and it just stays in your veins.

and, honestly, you chose the perfect word. refreshing it’s exactly what this book is. except for those three horrible unnameable characters, all the characters were really refreshing and the relationships between them were so good and healthy that it was really refreshing. i loved alex and henry’s relationship, how it was developed and how it was built, it was so wholesome and it was definitely refreshing (yes now i clearly can’t stop using this word) to see so much communication and all this getting to really know each other inside out. and i totally agree, without knowing each other so well their story wouldn’t have been the same, they wouldn’t be so aware and so sure about going public and taking all the risks and consequences of that.

and their growth, both as individuals and as a couple, is amazing. the way alex is grateful to have met henry and how he learns to know himself better thanks to henry and how he learns to steady himself and slow down and the way henry learns to accept himself and learns that he deserves happiness, all of that without ever losing his kindness and his ability to love beyond measure even after years of being forced in the dark, always makes me emotional. they truly have some of the best character development i’ve ever seen, and it’s subtle and not rushed, and at the same time it’s so visible and tangible.

they’re definitely THE power couple and also THE comfort couple. seriously half of their scenes are the softest thing ever and they’re perfect for every mood. like, want to feel happy and laugh? reread the great turkey calamity or the karaoke scene. want to feel that sort of calm and soothing happiness? reread the scene at the beekman or alex’s speech at the end. want to get some serotonin? reread all their phone calls, email and texts. there are literally so many scenes i reread almost on a daily basis.

and i totally agree, the book was amazingly written, i loved the sceneries and even tho all these characters are probably the least relatable characters ever —considering one is a prince, one is the son of a president and the others are also involved in these spaces — they all end up being incredibly relatable, so much more than a lot of other characters i’ve read about. june and nora are also characters i loved so much because they were so relatable and so real.

rwrb is definitely one of my favorite books ever too and i can’t wait to read one last stop, from what i’ve heard so far it’s just as amazing!!

and i assure you bestie, you didn’t annoy anyone!! i loved reading all your thoughts and this last ask gave me life so pls do share your thoughts with the song of achilles too!! you’re gonna have to suffer and cry a lot there but it’s worth it, it’s really an amazing book. i’ll be here for moral support love 🧁🧁♥️♥️

anyway i hope you’re well too and having an amazing day, aside from the constantly missing rwrb part, because that’s gonna last a lot of time. ily and i’ll be waiting for more comments to cry and rant with you <33

#me: i want to be coherent #also me: *can’t be coherent when it comes to rwrb #asks #asks answered #mila <3 #i can call you mila right??#sorry it took me a bit to answer but i genuinely reread this more than once and i just couldn’t stop typing stuff #i can never not talk about this book #for like hours lol #rwrb

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old-hyper-super-clover · 4 years ago

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"I like you the way you are."

Mammon × Camy (MC) short story

Here's the first request story for my summer event! (Or at least kinda, actually I was the one to ask for permission to write this... xD)

The MC Camy belongs to my dear friend @sketch-guardian. I really hope I did this fluffy duo justice, it's a lot of fun to write those cuties (*´▽`*)

(links to: summer story Masterlist/ request rules)

Have fun~!

„We´re going to the beach?“

“Ya bet we do!”

Mammon was standing in Camy´s room, grinning all wide and excited as he told his human the news. “We annoyed Lucifer until he´d let us go, so now we´re having a vacation in the human world!”

The human girl gave a hesitant nod. She wasn´t the biggest fan of the beach, but seeing her favourite demon this happy was already enough to go along with the plan regardless.

As the words kept bubbling out of Mammon like a waterfall, he noticed Camy wasn´t really sharing his enthusiasm, so he took a step closer to the girl sitting on her bed, making sure to lock eyes with her.

“Whatever ya worry about, don´t. I´ll make sure you have the time of your life, okay? It´ll just be you, me, swimming hand in hand to our heart´s content… Alright?”

He beamed a smile at her, through which he missed the subtle flash of fright that went through her expression. Then, Camy curled her lips in a reserved smile as well.

“Alright. As long as you´re with me, I´m sure it will be great.”

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The inhabitants of the House of Lamentation are known for causing a ruckus. That didn´t change, even in the human world. Lucifer had his hands full with keeping his brothers out of trouble whilst not arousing too much suspicion with all those humans hanging out at the beach themselves.

As much as Mammon wanted to partake in this ruckus, he wanted to spend this time with Camy even more. He was waiting for her to come out of the summer cottage they have rented, feeling more nervous by the second.

The reason? Well…

Camy was known to wear hoodies, like, all the time. Mammon wasn´t one to complain about that, the hoodies made cuddling even cosier, after all. However, now that they were at the beach, the sun shining down strongly and the ocean waiting for them to take a swim, Camy would come out of the hotel in swimwear for sure.

Hence, the boy was nervous as frick. N-Not in a creepy way! But, ya know… Mammon had fallen for Camy big time, so obviously it would be a big deal to see her like this. Then again, he did not want to appear creepy, so he tried staying calm, but oh man, was it difficult to stay calm when he was so excited to hang out with her for the whole day, also his mind keeps switching back to the swimwear issue and his weak heart can honestly not cope with-

“Mammon? Are you okay?”

I would have loved to write out the kind of noise Mammon made when he heard Camy´s voice behind him, but this level of “Aaasdfdssdh” is not part of my vocabulary sadly. But what I CAN describe is the jump Mammon did while pressing out said noise.

“C-Camy! You´re finally done!” He laughed immediately after to distract her from his flushed red face – which lost its colour again when he turned to look at her.

“Uhm… Is something wrong?” Camy tilted her head, seeing Mammon´s almost shocked expression.

“N… No…” The demon mumbled as he was looking at her outfit: a shirt with sleeves all the way to her elbows, paired with some long jeans. “But, uhm… Isn´t it kinda warm in those clothes?”

The girl gave a shrug. “It´s fine. I´m not really planning of staying in the sun for too long anyway. Also I´m used to hot days from my homeland, so there´s no need to worry.”

“Oh, okay” Mammon replied, trying to ignore this tiny sting in his chest. Instead, he tried to focus on the cute smile on Camy´s face as she asked him to go search for a sun lounger together.

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As Camy didn´t want to go swimming, the two took a stroll along the seashore instead. At some point, however, Mammon had to take a little dip into the cold ocean water as his demon body wasn´t really used to the summer heat.

“Aaaaah… That´s way better…!” The boy was grinning from ear to ear as he floated in the water. “Oi, human, you sure you don´t wanna join me?” He peeked over to Camy.

She had rolled up her pants to at least put her feet into the water and was bending down to inspect the sand. “Yeah, I´m good” she answered, then turned around stretched out her arm. “Look! This seashell is super shiny on the inside.”

A little grumpy over her stubbornness, Mammon's face was forming a pout as he started to inspect the shell in Camy's hands.

"You're seriously interested in some crap that's swimming in the-" he stopped, eyes going wide as he saw the shell's shininess. "Woah. It's pretty."

A smile spread on Camy's face as she mustered Mammon's sparkling expression. "Right? And the outside has this cool, purple gradient. I've never seen one like this before..."

"There are different kinds of shells?" Mammon asked, to which Camy gave a nod. She explained as much as she could about them -- and suddenly, Mammon was digging in the sand, too.

The girl gave a little laugh. "What was that about 'some crap' earlier?"

A small tsundere blush showed on Mammon's cheeks.

"Well, I've never looked at them this closely before..." he pouted. "But everything sounds so interesting when you're the one talking about it..."

Now the blush had jumped onto Camy's face. Being a bit too flustered to respond anything coherent, Camy continued her search after mumbling a tiny "I see".

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The pair was really successful in finding a fair share of various beautiful shells in all forms and sizes. Mammon had mentioned wanting to show them off in some way, so Camy suggested they could make cute jewelry out of them.

The second Mammon's brain comprehended that would mean matching accessories with his human, he was sold. The demon had dashed back to the vacation home almost immediately to grab his phone so they could do a bit of research on the topic.

So Camy was waiting at the beach... Waiting for a weirdly long time. The scorching summer heat made it almost painful for her, even under an umbrella. Grumbling, the girl looked at her clothes, then over to the sparkly, refreshing sea. She didn't tell Mammon, but Camy was actually wearing swimwear under those clothes...

The girl let out a big sigh. She ached to dive into the cool water, but her stomach turned at the mere thought of undressing herself in front of all these people that looked so much... better... than her...

The intrusive thoughts kept nagging at her for quite a while, only being disrupted when Leviathan approached the girl.

"Camy! You're waiting for Mammon, right? It seems Lucifer told him to go get something from the store. Mammon urged me to tell you before leaving."

"Oh okay. Thank you, Levi! I'll just... keep waiting, then" she replied, eyes already drifting over to the water again...

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Mammon was pretty pissed. He couldn't even remember doing that thing Lucifer had scolded him for, so why did HE have to go out to buy groceries that BEEL ate?!

He knew Camy would be waiting for him to come back, so he grabbed those onions and whatnot in the speed of light and hurried back to the beach. Panting from almost running home, he frantically scanned the sun lounger area for Camy... but couldn't find her. Also looking over the rest of the beach, there was no sight of her, either. So instead Mammon went up to Satan and annoyed him until he'd spill the information he needed.

... But Satan also didn't know? And after running back to the cottage to search there, there was still no Camy?? And she wouldn't pick up the thirty calls he'd already left her?!

Mammon's panic mode activated. He went to look everywhere all over again, from one end of the beach to the other. Just so holding himself back from literally turning around stones to search underneath them, he was about to go crazy as he reached the other end of the beach.

But then, as he passed a large boulder, he locked eyes with a girl in swimwear, half of her body submerged in the water...

The second he realised he was staring at Camy, Mammon let out a panicked scream. And simultaneously, once Camy understood Mammon had just found her as she was taking a swim, she was screaming, too. So while one was stumbling backwards into the sand and the other yeeted herself into the ocean, they were squealing out their panic from the top of their lungs.

It took a moment for both to somewhat recover again, but Mammon was the first one to look back at her.

"C-c-camy...! I was... You were..." His brain was running with way too much speed for his mouth to form the right words. Meanwhile Camy had emerged from the water just enough to breathe out of her nose again. She glanced at the demon in great embarrassment.

"You're... Swimming" Mammon then said.

Camy frowned. "... It was too warm, so I thought I'd manage to take a quick dip before you come back, but..." She mumbled as a response. "You were faster than I thought..."

A little silence came over them, with Camy trying to figure out how to save herself out of the water and Mammon trying to understand why she wouldn't swimming together with him earlier.

"Uhm..." The human spoke up after a while. "Y-you can go back to the loungers, I'll dry myself off and meet you there."

Mammon's response was a confused blink. "But if you're already in the water, I might as well join ya and we'll-"

"N-no!" Camy blurted out with a bit too much force. She immediately gained a worried stare.

"Camy...?"

So she grew sick of hiding those painful feelings. "Look, Mammon, I'm... not confident about my body. I don't like showing much of my body, especially since all you demons seem to be naturally good-looking... It's not that I didn't want to swim with you, it's just... I don't want to torture you with, well, the sight of me."

Her hands were cramped around her waist, and the more Camy spoke, the more she wished to submerge into the water again and never come back. It got even worse when Mammon wouldn't answer for what felt like eternity.

So eventually, Camy turned her narrowed gaze to look at him, only to find an expression of pure disbelief on his face.

"Camy" he finally called out.

"... Yes?"

Then Mammon stretched out his hand. "Come out of the water" he prompted, a sad ring to his tone. "Please" he added when Camy wouldn't react.

"B-but I don't want you to dislike m-"

"Trust me."

Slowly, Camy reached for his hand and got pulled out of the water softly.

She immediately had to endure Mammon's gaze, pressing her own eyes shut to not having to see his disappointment. The next thing she felt, however, was how Mammon's arms wrapped around her.

"S-stupid human" the demon mumbled against her head. His face was painted in the brightest blush as he tried to squeeze all his adoration for her into this hug.

"Mammon..." Camy blinked in surprise. "Y-you shouldn't hug me, I'm-"

"I don't care" he interrupted her. "Whatever it is, cut it. Actually, I should keep hugging ya as a punishment for saying such stupid crap."

The girl felt her eyes tearing up, but as Mammon really did not seem like loosening his embrace any time soon, she sheepishly wrapped her arms around him, too.

They listened to the mellow crashing of the waves, calming down more with every breath.

At some point, Camy felt Mammon shake his head.

"Really now..." He huffed. "I felt something was botherin' ya n' started thinkin' I hurt ya by accident..."

"What? No!" Camy gave him a little squeeze. "You're not the problem. It's just that I feared that you would... you know... be disappointed..."

"Camy" Mammon pulled back to hold her by her shoulders. "I like you the way you are."

They stared at each other until Mammon had to hide his rising embarrassment over his own words. "L-like, I... I think you're beautiful" he mumbled. "A-and...! As long as ya are healthy and happy, th-that's really all that matters, right?"

They hugged once more, partly because Mammon had to hide his face once again. But finally, Camy understood he was meaning it.

"Thank you, Mammon."

He gave a nod. "Make sure ya always remember that! And now... It's time to take another swim!"

With that, he tackled her into the water.

The girl was squealing, all puzzled, but Mammon wouldn't let her escape.

"I promised ya, it would be just us two and the water, right? And the Great Mammon is one to keep his promises!"

And as he grinned at her, Camy looked back with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah" she mused. "That's why you're so great."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #clover's om summer event #obey me mammon #obey me mc #tumblr didnt let me do a cut so long post #also i took the liberty of embedding theee #the mammon imagine in this #it fits well with Camy #i hope you like it

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years ago

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What do you think on Mayrse? Both As a mother, and as a character

hmmmmmmmm complicated question. objectively? i think she was an abusive mother to a T (just see the way she talked to alec and manipulated him into doing what she wanted and then got mad anyway when he didn't leave everything in her control; how she withheld affection from izzy because izzy refused to let her control her and verbally abused her, etc etc) and her character development was fucking shit. i can't even call it character development because she didn't develop, she just woke up with a different characterisation one day

that development was sooo badly done not only because of the glaring lack of any coherent storyline but also because her "redemption" didn't really involve... any redeeming. i mean, sure, she stopped being a bitch to alec. but did she even bother to apologize?? and like you know what is a very obvious problem that was just not addressed? the fact that she was a fFUCKING NAZI. and then she had the gall to be like "stop it, you know i love you" to magnus. i mean does he???? yesterday you were claiming for the genocide of his ppl

and like not even an apology?? not even an "i was wrong in the way i treated my kids and thought about downworlders"? not even any work towards allying herself with them and undoing some of the harm she did?? she has a HUGE fucking debt with the downworlder community bro, she has a fucking RESPONSIBILITY if she wants to be "redeemed" after everything she did, but instead it's just like "i decided that i am no longer racist. love me" and everyone just goes with that. INCLUDING magnus who probably lost more than one person to her hands personally and was verbally abused by her several times? INCLUDING izzy to whom maryse did zero (0) work towards righting her wrongs, like, at least with alec she started being present in his life and supportive of his relationship. it was very little but it was something, but what about izzy?? izzy was clearly her "least favorite child" and by far the one she despised the most and she didn't even, like, take her shopping or tell her she was pretty or some fucking shit. she literally didn't do anything. i just?????

and half the reason the fandom buys into it so easily imo is because it is so dramatically alec-centered like she stopped abusing alec so all is well, right? fuck izzy and fuck any downworlder x9841403813. even tho she didn't do what it would take to actually take responsibility for her abuse towards alec either lol

on a personal note? i kinda can't help but like s2-3 maryse. mostly because i'm projecting. i wish my mom would just wake up one day and decide that queerphobia was no longer hip and start being supportive and everything would be magically left behind and forgiven like it never happened. so a part of me can't help but attach itself to her in the later seasons, even though i KNOW that she has done nothing to deserve a redemption and sh is actually sending a pretty dangerous message that if u play ur cards right, abusers will just start being better people one day, and then magically all they did to u will be undone

there's also the fact that i know maryse's character helped nicola (the actress who plays her) figure out and accept her bisexuality so i can't help but be thankful for that, too. anything that helps a bi person accept themselves is something i can't help but like, especially a bi latina in her 30-40s. like that's pretty hard so i'm happy for her

but the fact that i personally have mixed feelings doesn't mean that the way sh handled that wasn't pretty problematic, sent a dangerous message to abuse victims/survivors, and severely downplayed the effects and seriousness of both abuse and racism. so... yeah

#anti sh #anti maryse lightwood #abuse tw #racism tw #genocide tw #nazism tw #ask #anonymous #q #salt #anti alec stans

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rouiyan · 4 years ago

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hiiii if u have time could i request a high school au where jaemin and reader are in the same class and reader catches him staring at them a lot ?? thank u luv 💕💕💕

hey lovely! such a cute rq, i’m down. don’t think i’ve ever mentioned this but jaemin was my first nct bias, so every time i write for him it feels like i’m writing for some long lost first love. anyways, here it goes.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆. — jaemin x (gender neutral) reader ✧ word count : 927 ✧ disclaimer : none!

you really wish you had a window seat. maybe then, sitting in class wouldn’t feel like such a drag. pursing your lips, you return your head back to the table as the teacher turns back to the board. you lift it once he turns around once again to face the class. the cycle repeats for the duration of the period, only ending when the bell sounds down the halls at exactly 11:50 AM. lunchtime.

by this time, it’s safe for your friends to assume that you’ve already knocked out after enduring an hour and a half of the monotonous hum of your physics teacher’s lectures; shaking you awake and tugging your limbs out the door, through the hall, and down two flights of stairs is something they do on a daily. but what really jolts you awake is the sound of lisa’s tray thudding down in front of you, paired with a, “so, you mind telling us what all that was about?”

your hand is groggily streaking through your hair, face scrunched in confusion when you reply, “what’s that?” lisa’s complexion denotes incredulity and you’re not oblivious enough to miss that even jisoo’s does as well. lisa follows up, “jaemin? and you?” you pick at the grain of rice that’s escaped the bowl, distractedly, you muse, “jaemin and i...what? what’s up with us?” jennie, who had a different class the previous period, is the last to join your table of five. “what’s up with you and jaemin?”

huffing, lisa relents, “are you guys like...a thing?” jisoo perks up at that, sitting straight with her elbows propped onto the table, “yeah, i saw him stari-” you finish processing lisa’s proposition in the middle of jisoo’s remark, “what?”

“well we just thought that because he was sta-”

“no, what, no! i-” your voices drops low when you realize who’s sitting two tables down, “he’s right there, you guys might wanna shush up.” they do stop talking about it, but only after jennie adds with a playful glint in her eyes, “why? scared to admit he might like you back?”

jaemin has a window seat, though he wishes he had any other seat in the room. maybe then, he could be closer to you. he doesn’t mind staring from a distance though, something about not needing to be discreet.

you, on the other hand, are a great deal bored. the period after lunch marks as your least favorite, sucks to say that taking a health course was required. mindlessly, your eyes rove over to the window, hoping to catch a scene of some rowdy boys on the soccer field or maybe an interesting shape in the clouds. instead you’re met with the eyes of na jaemin, burrowing holes into your own. both of you are instantaneous in looking away, heads turned up front, but both of you are also in sync when your heart begins to overwork itself.

it’s then when it clicks. staring. he was staring at you. you mentally deck yourself in the head with a chair because the girls actually had a point. risking a glance, you dart your eyes over to the boy again, only to swerve back equally as fast when you see that he’s looking right back.

you pass the majority of the rest of class with your sights held up ahead, for once, though as usual not a word of what your teacher says strings coherent thoughts in your mind. class is over soon, give or take three minutes, when a hand taps urgently on your left shoulder from behind. checking to see that your teacher is still writing out definitions on the board, you turn. the girl behind you has an almost annoyed expression on her face, as if the post-it note she was asked to pass on to you was more a chore than a favor. you also note lisa, who sits behind the girl, currently donning the most anticipating face as she motions for you to hurry up and take it. you assume she knows what it’s about or maybe who it’s from.

what you’re not expecting, as you unfold the pink sticky note, is the writing to be jaemin’s. distinctive in the way he crosses his t’s with swirls. it reads, can i take you on a date after school? with two boxes drawn below, one labeled yes! and the other no! but maybe next time ;).

diligently, you fill in the box as if it were an answer on a scantron test, the blue ink opaque from corner to corner. the bell rings and before the girls even have a chance to launch in your direction, you’re already sending them that look, the one that says ‘i have a love life, go find your own and leave me alone.’ they’re quick to leave but you’re sure your phone is bound to be blown up with questions in just a few moments. you busy yourself with tucking away your textbook and pencil case and everything else except the little slip of paper, all while pretending that you don’t see jaemin’s figure approaching you in your peripheries.

he’s in front of you now and speaking, two things, both of which you find very hard to digest. you have no clue what he’s saying but you hold out the post-it note for him to see and the smile he gives in return, oh boy, you bet you could stare at it for the rest of your life, even if it meant being stuck in class for all eternity.

✧ end note — wishes bp were my friends so i manifested it into a fic. thank you, bumble, for requesting, i’m an absolute sucker for high school aus. also, happy friday! my fortune cookie said that today would be a good day so i would like to pass that on to you guys as well. love you!

#nct scenarios #nct fics #nct jaemin #jaemin fluff #na jaemin #jaemin x reader #it's also friday the 13th tho so...#requested #rouiyan drabbles #rouiyan writes

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aethersea · 4 years ago

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you know what, I never do these things, but actually I’ve decided I would like to get to know people better! I would like to partake of the mortifying ordeal! I would like to talk about myself for a bit!

ok for the next...let’s say five days I will answer any of these things that people tag me in, or any random personal questions you plop in my ask box. I don’t have an ask meme on hand but just....pick one you’ve seen recently, or make up questions of your own, and I’ll answer. (the answer might be ‘nope that’s private’ but I will answer.) (@ the anon who asked for book recs - I see you, I’ve been thinking of books all day, I’m going to give you SUCH a long answer, I hope you don’t regret your choices bc it WILL be full of gushing)

alright, let’s go!

🌻 Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @booksandchainmail

Last Song: I’m currently listening to “Falcon in the Dive” from the Scarlet Pimpernel musical on loop. I watched one or two Scarlet Pimpernel movies when I was just barely too young to fully get what was going on, and the story’s held an odd but deep-seated place in my heart ever since. A few years ago I found out there’s a musical and most of the songs are pretty stellar (go listen to “Madame Guillotine” if you like big ensemble broadway numbers, it’s a banger, the bit where he cries out for God has been running through my mind on and off for a few days now haha not like that’s topical or anything), so every once in a while I spend a few days listening to them a lot.

Sometime last year I read the actual book, and got super into the whole concept of the Scarlet Pimpernel for a while. I plotted out Pimpernel aus for several fandoms, I read the entire wikipedia article, and I went looking for bootlegs of the musical. I didn’t find one, but I did find a full radioplay-style recording of the script, complete with full musical numbers, and listened to it like a podcast.

Reader, I was so disappointed. The play adds some scenes, bc a lot of the dramatic tension of the novel comes from internal conflict and that doesn’t stage super well, and the very first scene of this play – a play written in the NINETIES – features our dashing hero rescuing some aristocrats from a French prison, and then saying to the person in the next cell, who begs for rescue but is not an aristocrat, “We have enough of your kind in England.”

Enough! of your KIND! What in the merry frickety HECK my dudes!! The book has some rather unfortunate™ takes but it is from 1905, it’s regrettable but sadly to be expected. This play is from 1997. It has NO excuse. This scene wasn’t even in the book! What! the heck!

I was so disheartened that I lost my excitement for the play, and a couple songs later I stopped listening. It occurred to me just a few days ago that you could actually stage that ironically, with the person in the cell giving the audience a “can you believe this” look, and then the rest of the play could feature assorted non-aristocratic ensemble members constantly looking at the audience like they’re on The Office. And hey, maybe that’s what they did, or something similar – maybe that was never meant to be taken as a cleanly heroic stance, and the play deals with it in a complex way. It’s possible. I wouldn’t know. Kinda doubt it though, based on song lyrics.

Favorite Color: red, probably

Last Movie: I watched that new lesbian christmas movie with my family for christmas, the one with kirsten stewart and the guy from schitt’s creek. it’s very sweet and good and kinda sad, and I really enjoyed it. it also incidentally has the best gay best friend trope in probably anything ever, bc it’s not a trope (I didn’t realize until several hours after watching that it technically fits), it’s just a guy who is the protagonist’s best friend, and they’re just all gay, and then when he Gives Relationship Advice as a gay best friend always does, it’s advice about how to deal with your partner’s hangups around coming out.

actually every part of the gay best friend trope becomes better when they’re just best friends who are both gay. the big dramatic gestures (in this case, driving some ungodly distance in the snow on no notice) go from “haha how kooky” to “queer man will do anything he needs to to rescue his queer friend from an isolating & potentially triggering situation”. the relationship advice isn’t “honey you deserve some self-respect, treat yourself”, it’s a deeply sincere reminder of the vulnerability that is shared across almost everyone’s queer experience, and look I could ramble about this for a long time before reaching a coherent point but I’m INTO IT, okay? I’m into it.

Last Show: you want me to remember what show I last finished???? impossible, cannot be done, it was a long time ago and the adhd has eaten everything that happened before last week. here, instead I’ll tell you about another movie I watched, late at night with my mom in cozy companionship just a couple days ago. it’s called Quigley Down Under and it’s about a cowboy who goes to Australia and kills a bunch of racists, 10/10 would watch again. it’s from 1990 but it feels much older, with the music choices and the cinematography of a 70s Western. the cowboy is great, honorable and fearless and kind, but the breakaway star of this movie for me is the woman who attaches herself to his side and refuses to leave. her name is Cora, and she’s crazy, in the sense that she’s not altogether tethered to reality, but this never for a second diminishes her agency. she’s fierce and clever and compassionate, and she basically never does anything she doesn’t want to in the whole movie. her arc is about overcoming trauma by taking charge of her own fear and facing it head-on, she is never belittled or dismissed by the narrative or the protagonist, and look she’s just so cool. I love her. she’s so vibrantly alive. her story could probably have been handled with a bit more nuance, but honestly for the 90s it’s pretty great. I’m no expert, but I found nothing objectionable in it, just a bit of heavy-handedness.

anyway the theme of the movie is that racism is evil and racists deserve to be shot, and this too could have been handled better (not a single aboriginal character speaks a single line of english in this movie), but it follows through on that message in every way, while still being a fun kinda campy cowboy movie. overall a very good time.

Currently Watching: started showing my sister Hilda the other day, and she’s liking it! I love that show, it’s so incredibly cute. can’t wait to see season 2

Currently Reading: lmao I wish. lately the brain has firmly rejected all attempts to read anything of any length. currently pending, bc I was halfway through them when my brain stalled out, are tano’s fic What Does Kill You Can Make You Stronger, Too, a Toby Daye book - I think it was The Brightest Fell, I got like half a chapter in and haven’t picked it up in over a month, the Locked Tomb series, and probably a few other things too. ooh! also a book called Making Sex by thomas laqueur, which is my fancy academic reading that I’ve been doing in short bursts for the past year or two when I feel fancy and academic. it’s about the development of the concept of biological sex and of gender in Western society, and it’s fascinating. has among other things introduced me to the idea that until quite recently, fathers were a matter of faith. the mother? yeah, you can watch the baby pop out, we all know who the mother is. but the father? how can you know? how can you really know? we have paternity tests these days, but for all of human history up until now, we've just had to take fatherhood on faith. (not to mention we didn’t even know what fathers were contributing to the production of a fetus. clearly it was something, since you can’t get pregnant without a penis getting involved, but we have literally not known what until the past few decades. and that is wild. it has colored ALL of human history, all of our conceptions of society and family and kinship and gender, all of it, and it hadn’t even occurred to me until it was spelled out for me in this book, and it’s just......wow.

Salty, sweet or savory: for christmas my sister and I made seven different types of cookie, most of them involving chocolate somehow.

Craving: no bc I ate so many cookies. unless sleep counts. or maybe pringles, it’s been many moons since last I had a potato chip and I miss them.

Coffee or Tea: no thank you

Tagging: @coloursisee, @krchy-tuna, @sam-j-squirrel, @xzienne, @mirandatam, @viciousmaukeries, @sepulchritude, @elidyce, and @navigatorsnorth bc it’s been a while since we’ve talked, and I’m super hyped that you’re married now. v happy for you!

#finx rambles #finx has friends on the internet #be sure to tag me if you do this so I can go read it!#also you don't have to yammer on as much as I do #I'm just Like This you know #hmm perhaps I should readmore this actually #hmmmmmmm #I think I will use the excuse that it is 6 am to not do that #on account of how surely there are not many people up #and anyway this isn't meant for reblogging; you will only have to deal with this post once

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celestialflamesme · 4 years ago

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| UNDER THE STARS | A Stashi One-shot | Fairy Tail Next Generation |

Ships: Storm Fullbuster x Nashi Dragneel

Happy Stargazing! @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @animaration-fts @cxndy-stxrs

It was 3 a.m. and Storm was going to kill Nashi.

In fact, as soon as they reached wherever she was dragging him to, he would dig a giant pit and push her in.

No, that wasn't evil of him. No, he did not care that he thought that she was cute yesterday or the day before that or before that (or beforeeee that). No, he did NOT (like absolutely no, nuh-uh) think she looked phenomenal with her baggy black sweater and her hair in a bun. (YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO STAY MAD AT HER, DUMBASS!! WHY'RE YOU THINKING ABOUT HER HAIR?! YOU AIN'T A SIMP!!!)

Anyway, where was he going with this? Uhh...

Right! One simply did not wake the eldest Fullbuster up at 3 am and drag him out to the middle of nowhere and expect to live. So Nashi better have a good reason why he shouldn't throttle her right there, right now.

"I can literally feel you glaring at the back of my head, Ice-breath." She teased. He growled back in response, making the pinkette laugh (Sadist. Sleep-nabber. Why, oh, why did he have to like her?)

"TADA!!!" She waved her arms dramatically, (Albeit, cutely. DAMNIT STORM, YOU SIMP!!) presenting the reclusive spot she'd picked for whatever the hell she had planned.

"Nashiiii," he whined. (Yes, yes he did whine. He was a 16-year-old teen boy that needed his sleep to function coherently damnit!! You couldn't blame him!!) "Why are we here, woman?!"

"There's a meteor shower tonight!" Nashi grinned from ear to ear, "And you're the only one that can bear the cold."

Storm deadpanned. "That's the only reason you woke me up and made me carry this?!" He dropped the basket (Which was definitely filled to the brim with food, the eldest Dragneel sure could eat...)

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," she muttered, pulling a picnic mat out and laying it on the snow-laden earth. And as she took two blankets out, Storm came to 2 startling conclusions.

One: Yes, moron. It wasn't a dream. Stop pinching yourself.

Two: He was going to watch the stars with Nashi Dragneel, the girl he was absolutely, without a doubt, in cahoots about, feelings-wise.

Shoot.

The pinkette plopped on the mat and patted the space next to her, her ruby blanket clashing against the snow-field. And his heart did a little flip-flop at the sneaky grin she had on her face. Uh-oh. (Shit, do something smooth and unexpected and get out of this situation with the upper-hand!)

And he did. He sat next to her and guess what? He snatched her pack of chips.

Smooth.

There was no one in a five-mile-radius that didn't hear the indignant shriek that escaped her at that moment (Maybe she was sleepier and snappier than she let on, hehe.)

"YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE CHIPS, YOU TOOL!" Nashi yelled, trying to wrestle the pack off his hands.

"Who says I don't?" He teased.

"YOU DID!! UNHAND THEM NOW!!"

"Fine, fine." Letting out a sigh as he watched her scarf down half the pack (It was a HUGE pack, mind you) Storm grabbed his own blanket and tucked himself in. "When does it begin?"

"In like half an hour." She mumbled with her mouth full.

"Why are we here NOW THEN?!" Storm screeched. She glared at him.

"Because I didn't want to miss it! Duh!"

He let out a groan and grabbed a caramade frank, chomping on it frustratedly. Nashi, for her part, remained blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. And how could she? It wasn't like she liked him back. No matter what anyone said, an unrequited crush suckeddddd.

6 minutes later, he'd finished the caramade frank and was laying on his back flicking snow at Nashi. (To which she finally retaliated by dumping a handful on his face.)

9 minutes later, they were having an impromptu snowball fight and Storm was winning. (Kind of obvious though, ice powers did come in handy.)

"No fair! I was just checking the skies!" She grumbled, hair damp with snow, sprawled on the ground.

"All's fair in love and war," he smirked, throwing another snowball at her form, making her yelp.

"I forfeit!"

"Well, that's a first," he plopped next to her, throwing her blanket smack on her face and settling in his own. She grunted a thank-you and increased her temperature, warming them up. Both were silent for quite some time.

Until......

"Random question. Would you date me?"

He was really really going to regret this in the morning but right now, he curiously tried to gauge her reaction.

Nashi shrugged, "Right now? No."

Wait, what? Right- right now? What did he do? Was she mad at him? Did he take it too far with the snowball fight? Or maybe she was letting him down lightly. Oh, he should've figured something like this would happen. Why did he think this was a good-

"You're overthinking again, Fullbuster." She smiled at him, "I want to get stronger so that I can protect everyone first."

His heart swelled at that. Storm really was glad he had the privilege to call Nashi Dragneel his friend. But he was still confused.

"That's- that's the only reason you won't date me right now?" He spluttered.

Nashi had a strange look on her face when she said, "Well, yeah."

"But you hate me!" (Okay, even he knew that wasn't true, Nashi Dragneel didn't hate anybody.)

"What? No! That's just some friendly compet- WAIT YOU KNOW I DON'T MEAN ANYTHING I SAY, DON'T YOU?" She shook him by the shoulders, her eyes frantic.

He'd figured that, alright. But the fact still managed to knock his breath out (Only slightly, he was NOT A SIMP!)

"Look!" She squealed, pointing at the dark skies now ablaze with pieces of heaven falling. Both watched with bated breath (him more than her due to reasons as cited above) as the meteors faded, one by one, till there was nothing.

"Dad said the view at Stella is even more breathtaking than I can imagine. He took Mom to see the stars once and they were soo big!" She ranted excitedly. Storm softly smiled at her.

Then something clicked. (Maybe a bit slower than it should've.)

"WAIT, you do know what dating is right?"

She scoffed, indignant at the accusation, "Of course I do!"

That wasn't good enough. "If Gale or Raidyn asked, you'd date them too?" (With Uncle Natsu's dense nature, one couldn't be too sure.)

"What kind of trick question is that? I like you, dumbass!"

Okay, a part of him might've craved this but his brain blanked anyway. How was she so casual and calm about this while he was here internally (and externally, most probably) freaking out?? It seemed too unreal. He reached to pinch his wrist again, and it shouldn't have relieved him as much to see that she was twiddling her thumbs, hence was as nervous as he was. (HE'S NOT THE ONLY SIMP NOW, HAHA!)

This woman. He pulled her against him and kissed her forehead, making her squeak, "Mavis, you're a weirdo."

"W-what the heck?!" She blinked at him with those big brown does eyes of hers, face red as her blanket. (Aw, fuck it, he was totally a simp for her.)

"I promise to get stronger too," he continued, "to protect those I love."

She blinked at him and smirked, "Bet you 5 million jewels I'll be stronger."

"You don't even have 5 million jewels!"

"Yup, I plan to get 5 mil. richer by the end of this!" Nashi chortled, and he smirked back.

"It's a bet. Let's pinky swear on it."

The pinkette snorted, "You're such a dork."

"Oh, we'll see." he paused before casually stating, "I'm obviously stronger right now, though."

"OH, YOU WISH!" She stuck out her tongue at him.

And they laughed and teased and spent the night under the stars like they spent everyday.

Together.

..........

#fairy tail #ft next generation #starry night #comets #meteor shower #nasha x greige #nashi dragneel x storm fullbuster #nalu #gruvia #cuddle under the stars #nashi dragneel #storm fullbuster

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language-of-love · 5 years ago

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18 because i am very much missing drinking a beer on the patio of my favorite place

agree to disagree... (mild E, Summer Soft prompt series)

David and Patrick get a little carried away after a long day and a few drinks with friends.

....

The condensation on his bottle has loosened the label enough for his fingernail to finally snag it free from the glass and he begins to slowly scratch at it, his focus hazy from the alcohol, the long day and the freckle hidden beneath the sweater where his thumb is moving back and forth across David’s shoulder. It’s his favorite freckle. And as much as he loves the company of their friends, he wishes they were at home, where he could give that freckle the attention it deserves. He’d trace it with his tongue and kiss the skin around it until David laughs and begs him to stop, which he won’t, because it’s his favorite freckle.

It’s been a long day. Too slow for most of the day and then slammed until closing, leading to a bit of bickering about whether to restock tonight or in the morning. David had eventually relented and they’d spent the half hour needed to set things right, but he’d huffed and puffed about it, leaving Patrick, well, equally annoyed and turned on and eager to get his husband alone.

But they love their Friday night hangs with Stevie and Twyla, with an occasional drop in from Ray or a random other friend or two. They’d all just started converging outside the Cafe earlier in the summer, Patrick and David always arriving first, with Stevie wandering in whenever and Twyla dropping into a chair with mozzarella sticks and fries as soon as she switched the sign on the door to closed. One of them would always volunteer to replenish drinks so Twyla could get off her feet and by the end of the night, they’d all be happily tipsy with greasy fingers and aching bellies from laughing too hard, usually at David.

Tonight is no different and Patrick’s gaze shifts from his beer bottle to David, unsurprised to see three fries trapped between his fingers in the hand he’s currently gesticulating wildly with as he tells the story of Roland thinking their bath salts were rock candy and the chaos that had ensued.

“That man is a menace to society,” Stevie grumbles under her breath. She’s wearing her hair in a ponytail again, which Patrick thinks looks really great on her, but he’ll never say as much. He’s just really happy to see her thriving and he won’t risk an unwelcome compliment derailing that.

“And Jocelyn is either a saint or a masochist, I’m not sure which,” he agrees before draining the last of his beer.

“She has to be a little of both,” David mutters through his mouthful of fries.

Patrick’s attention shifts back to David again and his eyes fall to his lips, pink from his wine and greasy from the fries and his ability to focus on anything else ceases to exist. His neck, already dewy from the humid evening, grows even hotter beneath his collar as he thinks about how badly he wants to lean in and taste…

David’s head turns and their eyes meet and even though no words are spoken, relief washes over Patrick as shared wants and intentions are communicated loud and clear.

“Patrick’s getting drunk, so we’re gonna head home.”

His reflex is to argue that he’s only had three beers and is nowhere near drunk, but he keeps his mouth shut at David’s excuse and just shakes his head, smiling at Twyla and Stevie who are looking at both of them with way too knowing smiles.

“Leave your mess, it’s my turn to clear,” Stevie says as she pushes her chair back and stands up, waving off Twyla’s protest as she grabs the necks of empty bottles and snatches David’s wine from his hand to drain the glass herself.

“Menace,” David teases.

“Saint,” Stevie responds, giving Patrick a quick nod before disappearing into the Cafe.

Patrick’s on his feet now, reflexively reaching out for David’s waist as he goes to stand next to him by his chair.

“See you boys in the am,” Twyla says through a yawn and Patrick just smiles and blows her a kiss. She wrinkles her nose and gives them a little wave and Patrick leans into David’s side as he turns to lead them up the street towards their house. It’s a little too warm to be pressed this close and Patrick immediately begins to feel a bit flushed, but he’s been needing contact for hours and he’s too greedy to let go.

“Think that was too obvious?”

“Don’t care,” Patrick replies, his voice a bit crackly from the need clawing up his throat.

They’ve only made it two blocks when he feels David’s hand at the small of his back begin to tug the fabric of his shirt free from his pants and it’s half a block later when Patrick’s control slips and he’s dragging David down a side street so he can press him up against the chipped brick wall of the Post Office and finally get a taste of his mouth. He gasps against David’s lips as ringed fingers slide up the inside the back of his shirt, grabbing at his sweaty skin and dragging him somehow closer.

“Too hot,” he mumbles against David’s mouth, referring both to the rapidly rising temperature of their bodies and David himself, but he’s too busy kissing him again to elaborate. He tastes even better than Patrick had imagined and he welcomes his tongue, sucking gently on it until he hears tiny whimpers escape David’s throat. Releasing it, they both take a few heaving breaths and make an attempt at centering themselves. It’s late and the town around them is quiet and deserted and there’s a stirring part of him that wonders if he’s as adventurous as the moment wants him to be. Taking stock of his body, his hands are already wandering and David’s breath is hot against his mouth and...

“Come on,” David whispers, so softly that Patrick barely hears it through the sound of his heart pounding between his ears, but he feels the tug at his elbow and lets David lead him further around the building until a dark, more private spot is found. The brick is surprisingly cool as he leans back against it, but he doesn’t really have time to register more than that before David’s mouth is like fire licking at his neck and his hands are working efficiently to unbuckle his belt.

“Oh fuck,” he somehow manages to breath out, gasping into the humid night as David unzips his jeans and takes a firm grip of his cock over his boxers. He knows from that first touch that this is going to be quick, and dirty, and he’s sure David can feel him swelling at the excitement of the thought of it.

His eyes had fallen shut with pleasure, but he can feel David’s gaze on him, so he meets it, working hard to stay focused on the heat he sees there as David’s hand slides over his sensitive skin, quickly driving him to the brink of insanity.

“I really annoyed you tonight, huh?” David goads, kissing Patrick before he can respond, which Patrick is thankful for. Words aren’t his friends right now, at least no coherent ones. David’s kiss is languid, almost teasing, a stark contrast to the urgency of his fingers, making Patrick feel a bit off balance and out of control. But David knows what he’s doing.

He really knows.

Patrick’s sweating through his shirt and his thighs feel clammy in his jeans, but god, he’s in heaven, close to it anyway, closer than he’s prepared to be. He wants this to last, but needs the release just as badly. Pulling back from David’s mouth, he manages to half mumble and half moan that he’s close, which earns him a few slower strokes as his husband lowers himself to his knees. There’s a bit of a grumble from David about his pants and the grass, causing a laugh to breach Patrick’s haze of pleasure.

His love for this man goes to his very core.

At the first touch of David’s tongue, Patrick loses any semblance of reality, caring not at all about their whereabouts, only on David and his mouth and the press of his fingers at the back of his thigh and the button of his jeans pressing into his hip where it’s trapped against David’s palm. He comes on a groan with his fingers fisted in David’s hair and his other hand pressed flat against the bricks in a feeble attempt at keeping himself steady.

Thankfully, David’s back on his feet and leaning against him almost immediately, saving his buckling knees from sending him to the grass. David’s hand is soft as it cradles his face, his eyes warm as he smiles in amusement at Patrick’s near collapse.

“Proud of yourself, I see,” Patrick jokes as soon as he’s caught his breath.

“I got my husband to have sex in public, so yeah, I’m taking a bow.”

“We’ve had sex in public before.”

“In a car is not in public, Patrick, we’ve discussed this.”

Finally feeling steady on his feet, Patrick shifts his weight to the small of his back so he can free his hand from the wall and place his palms on David’s chest.

“Agree,” he whispers as he slides his hands down the front of David’s sweater between them towards his waist, “to disagree.”

David’s hips sway towards him as Patrick’s hands find the waistband of his drawstring pants, the crisp hair on his belly tickling his knuckles as he slides his fingers beneath the fabric. Patrick is still learning the nuances of David’s wardrobe, but the easy access of his favorite style of pants is definitely something he’s come to appreciate.

Tipping his chin up, he smiles against David’s mouth as he snakes his hand into David’s briefs, nipping at his bottom lip as he grazes the tips of his fingers over his half-hard cock. David whimpers and Patrick touches him more purposefully, taking advantage of his mouth dropping open to slide his tongue inside, kissing him deep, tasting himself as he takes back control.

“Okay, I agree,” David pants as he pulls his mouth free, collapsing his body further into Patrick as he braces his forearms on the brick on either side of Patrick’s head. It brings David’s mouth right up against his lips, breath heaving as his hips rock into Patrick’s touch.

“You know I like it better when you stand your ground,” he whispers, nudging David’s nose as he gives him a less than gentle squeeze.

“Fine, fuck it, I take it back, Patrick…” His breathing has gone shallow and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth and Patrick knows he must be close and quick decisions have to be made.

“Lean back,” he orders, and David does, moving his weight to his hands so Patrick has room to free him from his pants and move his sweater out of the way of the inevitable mess. David’s coming into his hand after a few more quick pulls, his forehead dropping to Patrick’s as he tries to catch his breath as Patrick works him through the aftershocks. He loves stroking David until he feels him begin to soften, drawing small moans from the back of his throat in pleasure and protest. Patrick finds his mouth for a lingering kiss as he wipes his hand on the wall, wishing he’d had the time and agility to finish David with his mouth. But, he knows David has his hand sanitizer in his pocket and he knows he’ll hear him complain all the way home and he knows they’ll both be worked up again by the time they get there to do things right in the privacy of their bedroom.

He loves how he knows David so well and how well David knows him. It’s become his absolute favorite thing about being married, an unexpected understanding of all of the complexities and imperfections of another person. He loves finding new avenues to love David the more that is revealed. And this, having messy, public sex after a frustrating day, he’ll learn something from this, too.

“My hand sanitizer is in…”

“Your pocket, I know.”

He’ll get it in a second. Right now, he just wants to kiss his husband a little more. Smiling up at him he waits the few beats it takes for David to catch on, which he does, and they meet each other halfway.

#david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #schitt's creek #schitts creek #my sc fic #summer soft #hudders-and-hiddles

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yumatual · 4 years ago

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bye bye 2020, hello 2021 !!

happy new year everyone!! there’s a lot of people i want to thank for making last year so much more bearable so i tried writing some messages for some of my dearest mutuals this year as well!! (keyword tried because i absolutely cannot put my feelings and thoughts into words. i love you all though and thank you so so so much!!!)

@angelhyunjin : angi!! i know you’re not on here anymore (actually i just found out . i ran to twt to find u as quick as i could!!) but it felt weird not?? putting you on here because you WERE a big part of my year!! i was always excited to chat with you and i rlly rlly loved (still do) seeing your art and your dance covers i can’t believe how talented at both you are!! you are really really lovely and even if it’s been a while i hope you know i still think of you and hope you’re doing well!! this year might have been hard but i hope 2021 will be much nicer to you because you definitely deserve it!! i love you!!

@cinanamon : stephie!! i think we haven’t talked in a while until we started suddenly bonding over minho but all is well that ends well because now we are the founders of a minho cult and that’s all i could hope for in life i think! we don’t talk that much but seeing your tags in all the minho posts is always a TIME i absolutely love reading them! thank you for being there to lose it over minho, always, but also for being there in general! you are really sweet and i do love to talk to u!! i also know you are a really good writer so i hope 2021 brings you lots of inspiration to write more!! (and i’ll finally catch up on your fics too! hehe) happy new year!!

@cocogoat : puppy !! i think we haven’t been friends for long actually and that sounds fake because that would mean there was a time i didn’t instinctively check your blog when i woke up in the morning (or the evening let’s be real)?? you are so! adorable and for what!!!!!! i really do love seeing you pop up in my phone notifs and reading your posts even if i dont have any idea what they’re saying half of the time unless it’s dgrp (i cannot believe i have a dgrp friend now. amazing i think i won) u are so funny and so cute and i’m really glad i got to know you because!! you’re such a nice friend that i! love! times can be hard but i hope 2021 is gentle with you because that is! what! you deserve! gentle pats and tight hugs! (maybe that’s why i associate ab6ix’s heaven with you it’s the gentle vibes) <3

@glossiers : miss bri i am in love w u that’s it. no i’m kidding that’s not it i have much more to say . i am in lov w u though #brillie2k21 i think. i think it’s been a surprisingly short time since we’ve actually started talking?? which is kinda crazy if u ask me because?? how the hell did i live my life without screaming BRIIIII whenever i see u on the dash like for real how . that sounds like a life so empty like. that would rlly be missing . something?? anyways u are a dear dear friend that i really really love and i’m sure you know that but i will keep saying it anyway! i’m sure i’m pretty annoying so thanks for putting up with me! and for talking to me! i feel like i’ve said it before but! you are a delight to see on the dash and i lovlovlov talking to u (and sending u pics of my cats, thank u for appreciating them). i still cannot believe u managed to convince yourself i was a hyeongjun stan though. hope i can be convincing enough to clear that up and leave no doubts in your brain this year. anyways i love you and i hope we can continue to be friends and talk even MORE this year!!!!!! happy new year ilu <3

@hwacinth : miss dia my sweet sweet floral nymph real life shirayuki and queen of urls! i am? so so so so so glad that we are friends you literally have my heart it is YOURS i can’t even try to claim it back!! you literally are shirayuki i don’t even know how to elaborate i think it’s just self-explanatory but you are just. such a sweet little sunshine!! it’s like you bring spring everywhere you go!! we could be in a middle of a metaphorical storm but when you appear the skies clear up and flowers bloom wherever you step and i cannot help but smile when i see you online!! thank you so so much for being my little ray of sunshine in these tough times! i hope to see even more of your posts this year!! don’t hesitate to live blog anything you watch in my dms if you feel like you’re posting too much (but i hope you never feel that way because you’re not . love seeing u live post it is absolutely amazing i won’t ever get tired of it)!! happy new year and i love you!! ps only 1 more hour until your birthday HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIA ILUUU <3 I HOPE YOU CAN HAVE A WONDERFUL ONE!! IM SENDING YOU CAKE TELEPATHICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@hwisgf : sorinaaaa! happy new year!! we don’t talk that much but it is always nice seeing you around! you are vv sweet and i really appreciate that, thank you for taking the time to talk to me sometimes!! you are also probably my only fantasy mutual?? which is terrible on one side because i think everyone should stan sf9 but that’s besides the point . i really do love the fact that i at least have u to talk to abt sf9 if need and i LOVE seeing u in love with hwi it is absolutely amazing. i am forever grateful for all the free hwi pics days too!! <3 i hope 2021 can be a year full of happiness for you!! (also that is also besides the point but @ fnc i want an sf9 cb announcement) ILY!! (and so does hwi)

@inkigayeo : miss vivi galaxy brain happy new year!! we only started talking recently but u do have my heart already!! i hope this year treats you well and that we can get to know each other more and be friends hehe!!!! <3 (my other wish is for u to stop breaking my heart with those fake titles. please . why should san NOT come back explain yourself .)

@jeongcheols : mimi . mimi mimi mimi im literally typing this as u are listening to that ten n dj stage ok now it’s kai ok anyways . ANYWAYS i am loving your sm concert live commentary . criminal is sounding amazing taemin is insane indeed (yes i took a break before coming back to writing this) i truly don’t know what to say?? n i have to keep watching the time so that i can scream HAPPY NEW YEAR into the mic in 14 minutes. but like?? i love you?? like. like for real i don’t know what i would’ve done without you?? also it’s weird writing this for tumblr instead of just in your messages (also i can’t focus with idea playing. idea soty). and i mean. you technically know all of this but like?? i can’t believe we’ve known each other for so long but also such a short time at the same time like. what. thank you for being my bestestest friend and my soulmat i don’t think i would’ve been able to remain sane this year (and last year too honestly) if it wasn’t for you?? thank you for always listening to my incoherent rants and i’m always so sorry for spamming you while you’re asleep i know you must wake up to like 150+ messages with absolutely no connection between them and they’re all just so random i truly don’t know how you manage to not get annoyed and to just stay with me all this time i’m- getting emotional. you had a terrible year, i know it! i really do!! and while it might not be looking too bright right now, i hope the universe hears me and treats you much better in 2021 because!! you deserve so much more!! you deserve the world, really!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i would write more really but like what is there to say literally i’m just (your emoji)) i love you for real;;

@nakyngs : ele <3 happy new year!!!!!! we haven’t talked much this year but i do think of u a lot daily i hope you know that!! and i love u a lot! even if i still need to catch up on all your aus </3 i hope 2021 can be a fun and stress-free year for you!! and we should catch up sometime too!! ps i hope your fish are ok

@ncityzen : dear spring fairy!! i already sent you a new year’s message earlier today like what. 6 hours ago but! once again!! i really do hope you can leave the hard times behind in 2020 and only get the best things possible this new year!! i’m always very happy to see you appear on my dash and curious to see your life updates and your random literature-related mini-rants in the tags they are always very interesting to see!! so! hoping to see even more of that this year <3 i hope you know that i love you and i really care about you!!

@woojjongs : MISS IRI! i am screaming this very loud so hopefully u can hear me all the way in canada! okay i had to leave this one for last because i?? don’t really know how to start i’m just a pink glittery puddle with lil hearts flowing in it that is how i feel towards u right now . how does one think and how does one write down their thoughts coherently give me a second. this is going to be a mess maybe u shouldn’t read it (‘accidentally’ forgets to tag u). just know that i decided to play txt’s wishlist to write this and u might be confused by that but all u need to know is that it means i love you very much. OKAY so miss iri you are . such a wonderful pal i truly don’t know what i would’ve done without you like . it would feel so weird not seeing you around tumblr would be so so so so empty i don’t even think you can begin to imagine how empty i’d feel without you around here ksdjbskbds i absolutely adore you but we already knew that. i’m always super excited to see your gifsets and your nonsense!! be it your love for woojong or u missing lim jimin (play m.. 🔪) or your snoo brainrot or hating literally anyone on smtm or whatever else it might be i love it all!! you are so cute and adorable and talented and sweet and funny i cannot believe you also happen to be the prettiest person on earth too. how does that feel! anyways i love you so so so so so much? i keep telling you to hold back from committing crimes but i absolutely WOULD commit a crime for u i really do adore you!! i mean . how many groups did u make me stan . (ok actually i don’t think there’s that many. but STILL) i know i can be super annoying but thank u for taking the time to chat with me nonetheless!! i’m all over the place but . there’s times i come online literally just to check your blog nothing else! i hope we can continue to be friends this year too n perhaps talk more (or the same amount idk please tell me off when i’m too annoying)!! happy new year, i hope it holds wonderful things in store for u!!!!!! and we really are starting off great since victon comeback is approaching <3 (this got way too long i’m so sorry i’ll cut it off now before i write 10 pages)

@xiaocity : miss siya hello hello hello first of all i’m just so very glad that you’re back i l o v e you!!! i love seeing you around be it your gifs or your text posts which yes. i cannot properly understand half of the time but google is my best friend after all! you’re such a wonderful person and i’m just?? really glad to have you around like?? you feel kind of like a cousin i don’t always get to see but am always excited to talk to when i can? this might not make sense but. you are vvv cool and talented and funny and feel very like. reliable? i feel like i am not making any sense so like ignore me. what i’m saying is i really really like you a whole lot and i really hope we can talk even more in 2021!! happy new year, i hope it’s a wonderful one for you!!

@yunwoo : miss anna we haven’t been moots for that long and we haven’t talked much but u are vvv cute and i hope we can become (better) pals this year!! i’m looking forward to seeing u on the dash more often, hopefully!! happy new year <3

#happy new year everyone i love you all;;;; thank you again!! hope 2021 treats you all nicely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#there's like a few mutuals i rlly do appreciate but didn't really have much to say to/abt because we haven't really . talked #i really do love all of you though!!!!!!!!!!;;;;;

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alj4890 · 4 years ago

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And Then I Left You

(Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda) in a what if series to And Then I Met You

A/N I was asked a long time ago by Anonymous what I thought would have happened between Thomas and Amanda if she had not told him that she had to take part of Liam's search for a bride in order to be king. This changes everything. No hasty marriage between the pair to save her from an having to go through that. No Lauren to try and break them up. Everything changes the moment Liam calls her with the news while she is in Lake Tahoe with Thomas. So, with a quick snap, let’s change this couple’s love story and see how they find a way to be with one another with a whole new set hurdles. Our first chapter begins with the first half of part 6 of And Then I Met You and changes right at that crucial moment.

Song: Thinking Too Much

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Prologue is the first five parts of And Then I Met You. Part Six is where this begins our what if.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Chapter 1 One Night in Tahoe

Seven weeks after arriving in Hollywood…

Amanda cracked her eyes open and stared in disbelief at her phone. She picked it up and answered it.

“Why do you hate me?”

“Is that anyway to greet your best friend in the entire world?” Maxwell asked.

“I’m renouncing our friendship. It’s seven a.m. here. Seven! I didn’t finish working with Thomas until four this morning.” She turned on her side and balanced the phone against her ear. She pulled the covers over her shoulder and closed her eyes.

“Sorry, this time difference is still throwing me off.” He grinned when she muttered in the phone.

“Use that website I sent you. Please.”

“Okay, okay.” He smiled when Nadia dashed in and asked if he had told her the news.

“I only called to tell you that Nadia and I are starting to look for a house.”

Amanda opened her eyes. “That’s great! Any place in particular?”

“We were actually thinking of looking for a cottage in St. Orella.” He kissed Nadia’s nose when she hugged him.

Amanda sat up with a start. What? “You’re looking for a home in my duchy?”

“As if I would live anywhere other than near you. Even Nadia is trying to convince Kai and Damien to move there also. Then we will have all those we love near us.”

Amanda rubbed her eyes. She might have to find a place to buy that she can easily escape to if seeing the happy couple on a regular basis got to her. “That is so sweet. I hope you find something that is perfect for you both.”

“Wish you were here to go house hunting with us.” She heard him mumbling something to Nadia.

“Alright, alright. Nadia sends her love and is making me let you go. Get some sleep and call me when you are coherent.”

She ended the call and fell back against her pillows. She was happy he was with the love of his life. She knew with each conversation, especially since he called her at least once a day, that Nadia made him happier than ever. She wished she could find the one she was meant to be with.

After staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, she gave up any hopes of sleep and went downstairs. She flipped on the kitchen light and decided what she wanted first. She needed caffeine. She put the kettle on the stovetop and searched through the cabinets for the brown sugar cubes she had bought the other day.

She finally found it on the top shelf of the pantry and tried to reach it. She let out a scream when a hand reached out above her.

She turned around, clutching her heart. Thomas stood behind her holding her box of sugar. “Sorry.” She managed to say once she knew her heart wasn’t going to remain lodged in her throat. “I didn’t hear you come up.”

He nodded and went to the coffee maker. Amanda let her eyes drift over him while his attention was elsewhere. His hair was mussed from sleep, dark stubble peppered his jaw and chin. His charcoal t-shirt seemed to give him an aura of danger. A stray thought of running her hands in his hair while letting her lips follow the stubble to his lips made her swiftly turn away.

The last thing she expected or needed was to fall for another man that was just a friend. What is wrong with me, she wondered. If she didn’t have Liam and Drake as friends without any romantic feelings, she would believe she was incapable of being near the opposite sex without love coming into play.

She loved being around Thomas. His personality was a bit more serious than she was used to, but his dry sense of humor popping up at random kept her on her toes. He was kind, though he denied it every time it was pointed out. She simply loved living with him. It was going to be hard to leave him once the screenplay was complete.

Thomas sipped his mug of coffee and studied her while she busied herself with her tea. He could not believe he was awake after so little sleep. He had heard her door open and then felt the overwhelming urge to see her, which was ridiculous because he had seen her every day for nearly two months and had parted from her a little over three hours ago.

He still could not believe how well things were going. She was amazingly easy to live with. She put up with his obsessive focus without complaint and tried to help him reach the vision he wanted for their movie. He could not think of anything else that could have made her a more desirable collaborator.

He ran a hand through his hair as he thought of the other things, he loved about her. She had a way to turn him from his frustrations and see the humor in a situation. He knew when he saw her lopsided grin that she was about to say something to draw his attention away from something that irritated him.

When they were out together at parties and such, he felt protective over her. Thomas would keep an eye on her while they mingled. If he saw her on her own, he would leave in the middle of talking to someone and walk over to her. He would say something that usually resulted in her laughing and whispering her own observations that would make him chuckle at her wit. He knew it was little things like this that made Holly and Addison persist in him asking Amanda on a date.

They had spent many hours simply talking about their lives. He could not recall a time he had ever been so open. He was getting used to having her there when he needed a smile or someone to simply listen. And as much as he did not want to think about it…he found her incredibly attractive.

There were many late-night writing sessions where he would have to force himself from staring at her. She had a habit of chewing on her bottom lip that drove him to imagine what he could do with her lip. When she would rub her neck after hours of typing, he had to stop from pushing her hand away and replacing it with his lips.

He was not about to give in to any of his wayward thoughts. Their friendship was too important to him and they had already completed a third of the script. He did not want to ruin the good thing they had together. He did not want another situation like the one he had years ago with Yvonne.

She had been an up-and-coming cinematographer that had an ingrain talent for framing scenes. They had decided to work together on his film, Unfathomable. Yvonne was as focused as he had been on every aspect of the film. One night, they had succumbed to passion that had lasted until filming ended. When he had asked her to stay, she refused. She didn’t feel as he did and was not looking for a long-term relationship.

He learned then how complicated romantic working relationships could be and had ruined what could have been a lucrative working team. He had been too embarrassed to work with her again and had avoided doing so. She eventually fell in love with an author and moved to a remote area of Canada. They were both inspired by the nature up there and had become famous for her pictures and his mystery novels.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when Amanda asked if he wanted to sit outside with her. As much as he knew he should keep a type of distance from her, he found himself seated next to her on the covered swing by his pool. She had her legs tucked under her and her knee was barely touching his thigh.

He studied her profile as they slowly rocked back and forth. Her puckered brow let him know she was thinking something problematic. “What’s the matter?”

She let out a sigh and told him about her wakeup call. He listened and detected the longing sadness in her voice. She had shared what had happened with Maxwell over dinner one evening. He understood why she never revealed her feelings and why now hearing of his desire to live near her had upset her. He could not imagine what it would be like to see the one you thought you were meant for be happy with someone else.

Thomas put his arm around her. She leaned her head on his shoulder while she asked the question that was bothering her. “Am I a bad person for not only wanting to find a place to escape but also hoping I find the one I was meant to meet?”

“No.” He rubbed her shoulder. He smiled when he heard her chuckle.

“You really don’t need to use so many words to express your opinion.” She teased.

“No further words were needed. You aren’t wanting anything that is wrong.” He rested his cheek on the top of her head briefly while he squeezed her in a side hug. “You will meet the right person at the right moment. And if you ever need an escape, consider my home as such.”

She thanked him and stood up. She reached for his cup and brushed his fingers with hers. He fought against pulling her back down beside him. She walked back in to get them both another cup of their preferred beverages. He watched her until he could no longer see her.

He knew that working today would be a lost cause. With little sleep and her tortured thoughts, they would most likely ruin the screenplay. He got up and went back into the kitchen.

“Let’s take the day off.”

She looked up in surprise. “Really? But…we are so close to completing the scene where Arthur learns of the arranged marriage between Elizabeth and Reginald.”

“I think we could use a break. Relax and then start fresh.” He checked the calendar and realized it was close to the weekend. “Why don’t you and I go out of town for a few days? See either some more of California or go somewhere you have wanted to see.”

He colored as he realized that she might be tired of his company. “We don’t have to. You probably would like to be around someone else for a change. I’m sure Holly or Addison would be up for a quick trip or–”

“I would love to go away with you.”

Thomas stared at her a moment. “Very well. Where would you like to go?”

She chewed on her lip while she considered where to go. “I had hoped to see a few places while here, but I would really love to relax. Is there anywhere you think we should go?”

He pulled his eyes away from her mouth, “I say Lake Tahoe. We can relax a few days there and return ready to work on the script.” When she agreed, he told her he would take care of making the reservations. He left her smiling in the kitchen and went into his study.

He first called Holly to let her know that she would not be needed the next few days. When he told her that he was leaving out of town, she volunteered herself and Addison to keep Amanda company.

“That won’t be necessary. She is coming with me.”

Holly’s eyes widened. “Really?” Addison sat next to her trying to overhear what he was saying on the phone.

Thomas cleared his throat. “She deserves some time to relax and I offered to take her away for a few days.”

“Ask him where they are going.” Addison whispered. Holly asked and relayed the information back to her friend.

Addison began to research romantic things to do in Lake Tahoe. She squealed quietly over a late-night gondola ride. “Tell him he needs to take her on this. Amanda loves stargazing.”

Holly suggested the gondola and rolled her eyes at his response. She shook her head no to Addison as he gave the same reasons that he gave each time they nudged him toward taking the next step forward. Addison picked up her own phone and called Amanda.

“Hi! I heard about your trip this weekend.” She smiled at Amanda’s excitement. She encouraged her to try and do the late-night gondola ride. “You will see so many stars!”

“Oh, I would love that!” Amanda exclaimed. “I will definitely try and fit it in one night.”

“Yay! I really think you and Thomas will enjoy it.” She told her to have fun and take lots of pictures. Once the call ended, she jumped up and down. “I convinced her!”

Holly shook her head in amazement. “Next time, you talk to Thomas while I talk to Amanda.”

The two flew into Reno later that afternoon and rented a car to drive to their resort. They settled into their rooms and decided to call it an early night. Thomas reminded her that this weekend was to be whatever she wanted. She surprised him with a hug and thanked him for doing this for her. He held her an extra moment and told her it was nothing. He said good night and left her room.

Once he was gone, Amanda sent a text to Maxwell, letting him know she was on a short trip and might be MIA for the rest of the weekend. She told him to give everyone her love and would call later. She put her phone on vibrate and stretched out in bed. Her last thought before she fell asleep was how thoughtful Thomas was to bring her here to take her mind off her worries.

The next day, she met Thomas downstairs in the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast. He stood up when he saw her and held her chair. “What would you like to do today?” He asked as he sat back down across from her. She glanced out the window at the gathering storm clouds and frowned.

“I guess all outdoor exploring is out.”

“We could–”

Her phone began to ring. She noticed who it was and excused herself. “I better take this. It’s Liam.”

She left the table and made her way to a set of glass doors, leading out to a patio.

She should have known that the ominous storm clouds in the distance could only mean one thing: something horrible was about to happen.

"What I'm about to tell you," Liam began, "must be kept secret. No one must know until Father releases a statement to the press."

"Liam, you know I won't tell anyone." Amanda lowered her voice, glancing around at the half empty restaurant.

"Leo has abdicated."

"What?!" She gasped. "Why did he--" she took a deep breath. "That means, you are our Crown Prince."

"Yes."

She could hear the uncertainty in Liam's voice. "How are you?"

"I'm stunned to say the least." He admitted. "Actually, I am unsure what to feel. From Leo telling me to Father deciding that our social season will be another marriage mart, I seem unable to process the fact that I am the next one in line to the throne."

Amanda tried to keep her face devoid of emotion when she noticed Thomas watching her curiously from across the room.

"Marriage mart?" She closed her eyes. "Oh no. I forgot about that stipulation."

"Father wants all the unwed ladies of the court to participate this season." Liam explained. "That means you will--"

"That I'll have to come home." Amanda rubbed her forehead when she felt that familiar pounding in her temples that occurred during the last time, she had to do something like this.

She had despised participating in the one for Leo a few years ago. Though it was assumed that Madeleine would be the chosen one, the king and queen insisted on putting on a good show for the people of Cordonia.

"Amanda?" Liam's voice sounded worried. "I hope this doesn't interfere with the movie."

And now she would be forced to do it all over again for a man she considered as one of her best friends.

There was no way she could refuse.

"I'll make sure it doesn't." She promised.

"I hate burdening you with this." He admitted. "But I could use all the support I can by having my friends here during this transition."

"I promise I will be there in time for the masquerade ball." Amanda cut her eyes to Thomas. A yearning she had not expected rose within her, wishing she could remain here with him. "We'll get through this."

"Thank you." Liam released a deep sigh. "I will talk to you soon."

"Try and not worry." She urged before saying goodbye.

Thunder rumbled when she ended the call. All signs of enjoying a day out with Thomas were destroyed as a heavy rain fell.

She wondered if it was a sign. Now she could insist they continue working since the storm would keep them indoors. This would help to insure she would make it home in time for the ball, the very one that would announce the lie to the world that she was ready to compete for the crown.

With a practiced smile firmly in place, she returned to the table.

Thomas quirked an eyebrow in question.

"Is everything alright?" He poured himself another cup of coffee.

"Yes." She turned her attention to buttering a piece of toast. "Liam was simply sharing some planned events for the upcoming social season."

Like an engagement and marriage, she thought bitterly.

"You don't sound pleased."

Amanda knew Thomas wouldn't let the matter drop if she didn't tell him something. So, she settled on a piece of the truth.

"Honestly, I was looking forward to remaining here for most of the season."

"You were?" His lips curved somewhat at hearing the very thought he had in wanting the same. "I would think you would be anxious to return home."

"On the contrary," she replied, "I have loved living and working with you."

Thomas cleared his throat. "I have too."

Their eyes met. Each hoping the other would say more while at the same time hoping they didn't.

A loud rumble of thunder broke their focus.

"It looks like we will be stuck indoors." Amanda pushed her barely touched plate away and moved forward with her plan. "Why don't we work on the script?"

"Work on the script?" His frown began to form. "I thought we came here specifically to take a break."

"We did." She lowered her eyes. "And we still can. But why not take advantage of the storm and see what we can get done?"

Thomas noticed a somberness that she had not had when she first joined him for breakfast. Something was said during her phone call to upset her to the point that she felt she had to keep it hidden.

"If you wish to work, then we can--"

"I'll go see if the front desk will give us some paper." She pushed her chair back. "Maybe the gift shop has my novel too. I wish I had thought to bring my laptop."

She left him staring at her back as she hurried off.

Perhaps this trip was a bad idea.

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"Amanda, we have been working on this scene for two days." Thomas grumbled. "We need to stop before we ruin it completely.

She crumbled up another piece of paper she had written and scratched out many different lines of dialogue.

"You're right." She ran her fingers through her hair. "What should we do now?"

He gestured toward the window. "Get some fresh air. Go out. Leave this room we have been cooped up in."

"We could have worked in your room some." She teased.

Thomas frowned at her. "This was supposed to be a pleasant vacation for you."

"And you." She added.

"For us." He pulled her up off the sofa, noticing the wide eyes and slight gasp. "Get changed. We are going out tonight."

“Where?” She swallowed. Something about being so close to him had definitely become a problem. “How...what should I wear?”

“A dress.” He let his hands trail down her arms to grasp hers. “We’ll have dinner and then go on one of those star gazing gondola excursions Addison keeps insisting we do.”

He released her hands and quietly left her room.

Amanda slumped back onto the couch and groaned. The past few nights had been spent tossing and turning with dreams of the very man she worked with. Each had her finding a way to be with Thomas along with him realizing that out of all the beautiful women in his world, she was the one he would fall for.

“A romantic night out with the one man I actually have feelings for.” She mumbled to herself. “What could possibly go wrong?”

******************

Everything, she thought. Everything could go wrong.

Dinner was held outside on the patio of the hotel restaurant. The flickering candlelight made their table a perfect setting for romance.

It took all of Amanda’s willpower to not stare dreamily at Thomas’s handsome face lit with that soft, flickering glow. He was once again opening up to her, telling her more about his life. He made her laugh at childhood stories and his first years in Hollywood.

She couldn’t recall anything about the food itself. His very presence held her captivated.

I love him.

That thought caused her to choke on the bite of bread she had just taken. Struggling in vain to swallow, she began to turn red as her eyes widened in alarm.

Thomas jumped out of his chair while exclaiming her name. He pulled her out of hers and began to give her the Heimlich. It took a few tries before the wad of bread was finally dislodged. Amanda practically gulped down air as she slumped back in her seat.

“Thank you.” Her voice was hoarse as she tried to smile at him.

He moved his chair closer to her then gently brushed her hair out of her face, noticing how flushed her cheeks still were. His hand lingered, cupping her cheek “Are you alright? Should I call for a doctor or--”

“I’m fine.” She took his hand and squeezed it. A shy smile appeared on her lips. “Just horribly embarrassed.”

Thomas glanced around and noticed that they were basically alone in this part of the restaurant. The few patrons that were seated had either not noticed what had just occurred or were too polite to stare.

“There’s no need to be.”

“I know.” A raspy laugh escaped her lips. “But that has yet to ever stop me from being so.”

He chuckled, lacing his fingers with hers. “Can I get you anything? Something else to drink or eat?”

“I think I’m done with dinner.” She replied. “But I will have something else to drink.”

Thomas waved for their waiter. He studied her quietly as she ordered something hot to drink.

“Just coffee, please.” She told the waiter when he gave her various green tea options and a chamomile one.

“You don’t like coffee.”

Amanda met Thomas’s curious stare. “Yes, but I hate those other tea varieties more.” She then noticed that they were still holding hands and gently pulled hers away under the guise of needing to search through her purse for a mirror. “I’ll take coffee over those any day.”

He sat back in his seat and watched her check her reflection. Her slight grimace at seeing her eye makeup smeared from the tears during her choking episode made his lips curve slightly. Even disheveled he found her more attractive than any other woman he had ever met. The ease in which she joked about herself, showed interest in whatever he said, and her ever pleasant nature added even more to his falling for her.

I love everything about her.

He stilled at that stray thought. Testing it out once more as she thanked the waiter for the coffee pot, he realized it was true.

He did love everything. He loved her.

Their moments together were his favorite parts of the day. Having her live with him as they worked should have made him sick of her company. He rarely could tolerate anyone for long periods of time, much less being unable to escape their company. But he had not felt the need to get away from Amanda.

The only need he felt was to prolong their moments together...which was why he had proposed this vacation for them.

I can’t ruin this, he thought to himself. Not when we haven’t finished the script. I must wait to see if perhaps we can be something more.

He snorted softly when her nose wrinkled at the first sip of coffee.

She narrowed her eyes playfully on him. "Something you wish to say, Mr. Hunt?"

Thomas poured himself a cup. "Only that you remind me of someone taking a dose of vile tasting medicine."

She shuddered as she forced another swallow. "I don't know how people drink this."

He added sugar to his before relaxing in his chair. His eyes met hers while he easily took a sip.

"Show off." She playfully taunted.

He laughed out loud, thoroughly enjoying being able to tease her. After finishing their cups, he motioned to the waiter for the check.

"Ready?" He asked as they stood up.

She nodded and took his arm as they made their way to the docks.

****************

Nearly two hours later...

"What a disaster." Thomas grumbled.

"You have our sincerest apologies, Mr. Hunt." The manager wringed her hands as she followed behind him and Amanda. "I assure you that our other gondoliers are professionals."

Amanda sneezed, while wrapping her arms around her soaked body.

Thomas felt his temper snap as the manager continued to praise the hotel and staff.

"If there is anything I or my staff can do to make this up to you and Ms. Bridgerton, I--"

"Leave." He bit out as he pushed the button for the elevator.

"But--" she began again.

"Please." Amanda interrupted. "There is nothing you can do other than allow us to go to our rooms."

The dripping pair stepped into the elevator after being gawked at by those stepping out.

The manager tried once more to apologize. "Again, I am so sorry--"

The doors closed while she spoke.

Thomas struggled to get his drenched jacket off.

Without a word, Amanda helped him pull off the ruined material that seemed determined to cling to him.

He met her eyes as she handed it to him.

A smile simultaneously formed on their lips as they began to shake with laughter.

"I can't believe that happened." Amanda said as she leaned back against the wall. "I have never seen dueling gondoliers before."

"Neither have I." Thomas settled next to her.

They continued to laugh about their boat being tipped over when their gondolier saw the man who had stolen his fiancée practicing out on the water. Words were exchanged before the two used their rowing oars as swords.

Their erratic movements along with Thomas standing to try to intervene caused their unexpected dip in the water.

"I'm over here!" Amanda shouted when Thomas called her name in a panicked tone.

Amanda surfaced on the other side of Thomas and their gondolier. The other man stood in shock at what had just occurred.

He swam over to where she was, briefly pulling her close to make certain she was truly okay.

They heard the two gondoliers arguing once more and decided to just swim back to the docks.

Now they were exhausted and chilled from their wet clothes.

Thomas paused at her door as she unlocked it.

Noticing his concern, she rose on her tiptoes and tenderly kissed his cheek.

"I promise I'm fine." She said softly.

He cleared his throat and nodded toward her room.

"Take a hot shower." He took her hand in his. "I don't want you getting sick over our night out."

She squeezed his hand. "You do the same." She smiled at him. "Can't have my favorite director suffering any ill effects either."

Thomas smiled at her. "Our flight leaves around noon tomorrow. I'll meet you for breakfast at nine."

"I'll be ready." She promised. "Your home will seem like a vacation after this."

He chuckled as he let go of her hand. "See you in the morning."

***************

Once she was in the shower, she allowed herself to groan. The night had luckily made romance impossible. If she had not choked during dinner, then she might have given in to the magic of the candlelight combined with Thomas's charm and admitted to her growing love for him. The starlight gondola should have tempted her even further into crossing that friend/lover line that had grown increasingly thin with every moment spent with him. That surprise dip into cold water certainly cooled her heated daydreams.

She decided that there was only one thing she could do now that she was no longer technically free. Amanda would have to finish the screenplay as quickly as possible and leave Hollywood and her heart behind.

"And no more nights that look like dates." She told herself. "I can't allow anything to happen." She pressed her forehead against the tile as the hot water pulsated on her back. "No matter how much I want to."

Thomas was having similar thoughts in his own shower. While his arguments were more towards the timing of sharing said feelings, he still hesitated in doing so.

"Perhaps we need more nights spent together as a couple instead of collaborators." He muttered. "Then again, what if it is because we have been in such close proximity for two months that I feel such for her? Should I not wait and see once she leaves if I still feel as strongly as I do now?"

He ducked his head under the showerhead and closed his eyes. "I have to tread carefully. I cannot lose Amanda by overwhelming her with these new emotions. I have to be certain this love for her is real."

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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Hey! How are you? Hope you are doing well!

I read your jealous!percy fanfiction and OH MY GODS is it possible to be in love with a fanfiction because I really was!!

Can I request for a part two??

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Your wish is my command so here is Part 2 of the Jealous! Percy fic. There is no jelly Perc in this one but there's enough fluff you may have a cavity after all this sweet👀

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Percy puts the final bauble on the Christmas tree and stands back to admire his work. The tree glitters brightly, a combination of tinsel and the soft yellow lights wrapping around the branches. The low melody of Christmas music comes from the small radio sitting on the bookshelf and the coco steaming on his coffee table looks more than inviting. He figures if he, and his band of misfit daddy and/or mommy issue group of friends, couldn't go home for Christmas he would do his best to bring the festivities here. The one person he really wants here is going to California for the holidays, something he hasn't done in years, and although Percy is disappointed he knows his friends will make the most of the time anyway.

He collapses onto his couch, staring at his hard work and takes a small sip from the steaming mug. His laptop is silently playing some Christmas movie or the other and the mountain of notebooks and pens on the table shake precariously. A small collection of weathered envelopes sits to one side; cards for his friends. They had promised no gifts, as they do every year, and instead sought to make the cheesiest, funniest, most tear worthy cards. There were different categories and if you won you got to pick the holiday games or what happens to the losers.

A single knock at his door pulls a frown onto his face. He considers ignoring it, mostly because he wasn't expecting anyone, but it starts back up a moment later and he resigns to a baseball bat and a cautious glance. He eases the door open and bursts out laughing as he sees who's behind it.

"What?" His unexpected guest gives him a wide eyed look, "Did I forget pants or something?"

"I thought you were a really polite murderer."

"What?" Confusion is etched so perfectly across that beautiful face Percy can't help but laugh again.

"Come in my love," He moves out the way and let's his boyfriend pass.

Just as he closes the door again Jason Grace pulls him by the wrist and crashes their bodies together.

"I missed you," The blonde breathes, and he has to hide the shiver that races up his spine at those husky words.

"We saw each other two days ago?"

"Maybe I'm an addict."

"Please kiss me. Right now."

And those blue eyes glitter with joy as their lips meet. It is soft and patient and full of sweet wonder. Jason threads his hands through those black curls and slants his head slightly, trying to get closer, if that were even possible. Percy swipes his tongue across the blonde's lip and his mouth parts in a little gasp. Their kiss deepens, turns to languid exploring and content passion.

When they break apart they are out of breath and the smiles taking over their faces make the sun look dim.

"Missed me that much huh?"

"More," A golden hand strokes his flushed cheek.

"What are you doing here?" He leans into the hand, looks up, into that adoring gaze, "I thought you were going to Cali to be with your father?"

"He has a last minute work trip," The blonde rolls his eyes, "I'd rather spend the holidays with you anyway."

"Well the gang is coming over tomorrow but we have tonight and every day after that all to ourselves."

"Who knew we'd be here?" Jason sighs, laying one of Percy's hands against his thundering heart.

"Not me," He giggles, "I thought I'd be spending my Christmas pretending I haven't been pining over you and maybe drinking unhealthy amounts of coco."

His boyfriend scrunches his nose, "Why do you even like the stuff? It tastes like bitter bean water."

"I think you're talking about coffee," His green eyes sparkle with amusement.

"Ugh don't even get me started on that stuff. Tea is the only valid hot beverage." The blonde huffs as they stow his stuff in the bedroom and flop down on the couch.

"You are such an old man," He shakes his head, rubbing a thumb over his palm.

"What time is everyone else coming tomorrow? And who is?"

"They'll be here between eleven and one because I told them ten. And it's Frank, Haze, Leo, and Reyna. Everyone else is with their families."

Jason snuggles into him, hair tickling his neck as he rests against his shoulders. A muffled yawn escapes him and Percy's heart clenches for the gentleness of the situation.

"You want some tea?"

"No," He yawns again, "I'll need to pee every five seconds in the night."

He laughs, and his boyfriend whips his body up, eyes wide with horror, "Sorry that was probably too much information."

"Are you kidding I’ve seen you throw up your guts because of food poisoning. That was hilarious."

"Shut up," Jason mumbles, golden cheeks heating, "We don't talk about that."

"I think it's the only time I've ever seen you look disheveled."

He shudders, laying his head back on Percy's shoulder, "I never went to feel like that again. I swear I was dying."

They settle into the quiet, the hum of the radiator and the low music still playing from the radio washing over them. Jason intertwines their fingers, tracing patterns against the back of his boyfriend's beautiful brown skin. And that's how they fall asleep, slowly and indulgent. As if they can hang up time on a hook and take it down when they need it next.

When Percy's alarm starts playing the next morning he groans loudly and stretches out. His boyfriend mumbles something and snuggles further into his side. He strokes a hand through those sunlight strands and drops a kiss on his forehead.

"I have to get everything ready, my love."

"Don't leave," He garbles, "You warm."

"I promise I'll be back. Why don't you go sleep in the room. You'll be more comfortable there"

"Want you," His voice is raspy with sleep and Percy has to stop himself from yanking his boyfriend by the hoodie and planting a passion fueled kiss on his lips.

"If I don't set up we'll never be ready by the time the gang comes."

Jason simply holds his arms up, blue eyes unfocused and gives him a lopsided smile. With a sigh that hides his amused affection he loops his arms under the blonde's, wrapping them around his back, and grabs his legs.

"You ready my love?"

A nod, and fumbling kiss into his neck is the reply. And then Percy is lifting up his boyfriend and carrying him through the apartment and into his room.

"Mhmm," Jason hums onto his skin, "Smells like you."

"You like it?"

"Smells good," He bobs his head as he snuggles into the duvet, "Like ocean and rain."

Percy just smiles and brushes his lips across the blonde's gently, "Sleep."

As he turns to walk away Jason catches his wrist and tugs him back.

"Stay," His blue eyes are wide with pleading, "Please."

"But i—" He starts, and then he's falling onto the bed and wrapping his arm around his boyfriend, "We are going to be so late."

Jason kisses his cheek, his nose, his other cheek, before finally reaching his lips.

"Iss okay," He's already falling back asleep.

Their breathing slows, and they find each other once more, in a land as perfect as this one.

***

"Well good morning lover boys," A delighted voice squeals.

Percy moans, muttering something unintelligible and buries himself into the sheets.

"I take it nobody has ordered our Christmas feast or started on the Eggnog Nogfest?" Another voice giggles.

"Go, sleep, warm." He tries to form a coherent thought.

"If y'all don't get your asses up right now I'm pouring ice water on both of you." A husky growl comes from right over them.

Ocean eyes blink open as he struggles to bring the room into focus.

A scary, bright-eyed Reyna is glaring at them and Leo is leaning against the door frame, mirth swimming in his expression.

"Finally," Hazel laughs, "So can we get this party started?"

"Ugh," Percy groans, "What time is it?"

"Half twelve. We let ourselves in after knocking at your door so long your neighbor came to tell you off for having sex in the kitchen."

"What?" He isn't awake enough for Leo's explanations.

"Cause you know banging against the wall?" His friend prompts but Percy just waves him off and rubs at his eyes, nudging Jason to get up.

"So when's lunch?"

Frank steps into the room with a reassuring smile, "On the way. I just ordered."

"Are we having Christmas in here then?" He asks.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Reyna shrugs.

And before Percy can protest Leo is catapulting onto the bed and Hazel is flopping over their legs.

"Wow Jase," She pokes at the blonde, "You bony shins are really comfortable against my spine."

"Who asked you to collapse onto my bones?" He grumbles, trying to wake himself up.

"Who asked you to be sleeping on Christmas morning?" She shoots back cheekily.

"Touchè." He grins, moving over to make her comfortable.

"Well," Percy looks at his friends, eyes shining, "What are you two waiting for? Get on here!"

Reyna and Frank shake their heads, like the parents they were so rightfully labeled, but happiness sparks in their eyes and they dive under the covers.

"So who wants to play Go Fish or Forfeit?" Leo smiles gleefully.

A shout of excitement goes up and they all shuffle into a circle, the blue-threaded black silk duvet being tucked around them. He grabs the double pack of cards he keeps at his nightstand and distributes seven per person.

"Everyone know the rules?" He asks.

They all nod. So the Christmas festivities begin.

And there in that room, on that bed, Percy and his friends know what warmth feels like, and the glittering in their eyes can only mean love.

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recurring-polynya · 4 years ago

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Love your writing! Renruki prompt: Married!RenRuki get into a fight and Renji's acting all gloomy when he goes to work the next day. He accidentally~ shares his woes with Byakuya.

Ahhh, I am not good at writing fights!! I think I am on the record as to saying that I think Renji and Rukia only fight over stupid shit, and I had a heck of a time figuring out something for them to fight over. Anyway, I did my best, at very least, this contains a lot of Byakuya Being Byakuya.

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“I think it’s in here, sir,” Third Seat Yuki explained, leading Byakuya into the Officer’s Lounge. “On second thought, you wait out here, I’ll bring it.”

Sixth Seat Taniguchi was sprawled on the floor, groaning. Rikichi stepped over him, and looked around. Fifth Seat Kuchiki had his leg propped up on a table, a bag of ice on his knee. Seventh Seat Shirogane and Fourth Seat Kuchiki were leaning against each other on the couch, snoring in unison. Rikichi picked his way toward the couch and poked Shirogane in the arm. “Hey! Hey, Shirogane! What happened to the training reports on the first-years?”

“Eh?” Shirogane asked, sitting up. “Training reports, right.” She shoved Kuchiki to one side, and extracted a thick binder, bristling with colored tabs from the depths of the couch. It was barely in Yuki’s hand before she was slumped against Kuchiki again.

“Found it!” Rikichi announced cheerfully, waving the binder and picking his way carefully back out.

“What… happened?” Byakuya asked gingerly. “It is not usually like this, is it?”

“Oh, no, sir,” Rikichi replied. “There was sparring after morning drills.”

“Everyone must have had an excess of enthusiasm, to have worn each other out so,” Byakuya observed. He was a bit sorry to have missed it. A spirited affray sounded much more entertaining than the interminable breakfast meeting with Lord Noragashi he had endured.

“Er, not exactly,” Rikichi excused, rubbing the back of his neck. “When I said ‘sparring’, what I meant was, ‘Vice-Captain made everyone fight him.’ He was in a bit of a mood this morning.”

“I... see,” Byakuya drew out. It had been quite some time since Abarai had felt the need to pummel his way through the top ranks. Byakuya had hoped it was a sign that the top officers were improving, but apparently, it had just been the recent improvement in his lieutenant’s disposition. Disappointing. “Any indication as to what precipitated this sudden bout of pugnacity?”

Rikichi paused and glanced around. “I think he might have had a tiff with the missus,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Byakuya arched an eyebrow.

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Byakuya pretended to be deeply engaged by the newest edition of the Standards for Disposition of Historically Significant Hauntings while taking occasionally surreptitious glances at his adjutant. He needn’t have bothered with the covertness, Abarai was clearly too tightly wrapped up in his own misery to have any sort of situational awareness.

The thunderstorm of ire that had possessed the man earlier had passed, leaving behind a drizzle of gloomy resignation. Abarai had dragged his brush half-heartedly across his paperwork for a while, but now all he could manage was to stare out the window listlessly.

Byakuya was not a nosy man and clearly, this was none of his business. In fact, he ought to chide his subordinate for this childlike behavior. However, Byakuya hesitated. This could very well be pertinent to his sister’s happiness. Now that Rukia no longer resided with him, how was he to know her daily mood, her overall humor? If there had been a row, surely Abarai was the one at fault. It was practically Byakuya’s duty as a brother to discern what had passed between them.

“Lieutenant,” he said sternly.

Renji seemed to come to himself suddenly, and straightened in his seat. “Yessir!”

“You seem out of sorts this morning.”

Abarai swallowed. “Sorry, sir! I don’t… I’ll do better, sir!”

Byakuya folded his hands. “Obviously, I expect only the strictest of professionalism from you, as always, Lieutenant, but you know that I care for your well-being. We are family now. If you have a problem you wish to talk through, you know that I am an excellent listener.”

Abarai’s face was overcome with what was obviously great emotion at this generosity. “Er… it’s nothing, sir. Really.” He grabbed his brush and began writing with great vigor.

Curses. That hadn’t worked at all. “Rukia is in good health, I trust? All is proceeding accordingly?” Perhaps there had been a disagreement regarding their pending offspring. Perhaps Abarai had suggested a ridiculous given name, which Rukia, in her wisdom, had rejected.

Abarai’s eyebrows furrowed. “Uh, yeah. Same as, uh, yesterday, when you asked.”

“You seemed distressed. I wondered if perhaps she had fallen ill.”

“Oh, no, nothin’ like that. She’s actually been feelin’ a little better lately.” He fiddled with his brush and looked back down at his paperwork for a moment. “Look, sir, can I ask your opinion on something?”

“Of course,” Byakuya replied, carefully keeping his face in its usual, disinterested mien, despite the fact that he was, in fact, very interested.

Abarai nodded slowly. “Okay, so, imagine there’s two people, see, a boy and a girl, kids like.”

“I can imagine it.”

“And they grow up together and they fall in love, right? But it’s hard for them to tell each other that, because they’ve been friends a long time. And they drift apart, it’s not looking good for either of them, but then the boy writes the girl a poem. It’s not a very good poem, it’s about how tall he’s gotten, not a great call on his part, but the girl goes for it, and she writes this lucky bastard a poem back.”

Byakuya nodded slowly. As usual, Abarai’s storytelling was circuitous and only dubiously coherent. Byakuya was familiar with the basics of Rukia and Renji’s courtship, although he hadn’t known poetry had played such a key role. He found that rather charming, actually.

“It works out,” Abarai continued on, “and they get married. Now, this woman is basically perfect. She’s beautiful, loyal, loving, the whole package. On the other hand, the guy is a real piece of work. He clearly does not deserve her.”

“I am following,” Byakuya nodded.

“So he’s a huge jerk, he doesn’t know what he’s got, and he cheats on her.”

Wait, what? “Excuse me?” Byakuya echoed.

“It doesn’t make any sense, but that’s what you get for marrying a guy who writes you a poem, I guess. He’s such a scumbag, in fact, that he thinks she’s cheating on him, too, just because she never calls him on this really obvious affair, and that’s how the slimeball mind works, I ‘spose.”

Byakuya tried to perform some mental math. Abarai had only been married to his sister for five months. How had he possibly had time to accomplish all this? Byakuya was beginning to think this was not actually an autobiographical story, in which case why was he telling it?

Abarai was waving his hands around enthusiastically at this point. “So he spies on her, trying to catch him in the act, and get this-- all he catches her doing is writing a poem about how she hopes he’s staying safe while gallivanting around with this other lady! I just bet he felt bad!”

All of this was beginning to sound vaguely familiar. Byakuya squeezed his eyes shut, trying to place this story in its proper context.

“Now, don’t get me wrong, this guy is a sleaze. I am not defending this guy in any way. But it’s not really about him, see? It’s about the lady, and the purity of her love for him--”

Byakuya gripped his head. “Abarai, this is just the plot of Izutsu, isn’t it? The noh play?”

“Oh, you’ve seen it?” Abarai asked. “We went on Wednesday, and I thought we both enjoyed it, but then yesterday, Rukia asked my opinion on it, and I gave it to her, and, uh, a big fight happened.”

“Of course I have seen it, it is one of the classical noh dramas! And Ariwara no Narihira is one of the Six Poetic Genius, he is not ‘a sleaze.’” Byakuya paused. “Rukia had strong opinions on it?”

“The strongest of opinions. She said the lady was dumb for pining over a shi-- poet, and that someone should have konsoued her in the first act. And I think she just really missed the point, I mean, it’s noh, it’s not like anyone’s here for a good time, how are you supposed to have any heartfelt songs about suffering in love if you ain’t got any suffering, am I right?”

Although one would never be able to tell from his facial expression, Byakuya found this entire shaggy dog story interesting on a number of levels. For one, every time he had ever taken Rukia to noh and asked her opinion of it, she had replied that the costumes had been very beautiful or that the dancers had been very skilled. She had never once expressed an opinion on the content. Reason number two was that Hisana had very strong opinions on the content of noh dramas. In fact, Hisana used to refer to Izutsu as the ‘Never Trust a Poet’ play. Byakuya very distinctly remembered her opining that “the husband was bad and he should feel bad; he should be the one who has to come back and haunt the damn well.” Byakuya eventually came to realize that Hisana’s complaints were primarily a ruse for the purpose of getting him riled up, and that the best way of short-circuiting them was merely to start kissing her and then to get riled up in a different way. He would give up his sword before he shared that piece of information with Abarai. The third interesting piece of information, though…

“I would not have expected you to take theater criticism so personally, Lieutenant,” Byakuya observed mildly.

Renji opened his mouth and then closed it again. “It’s just a dumb play,” he muttered.

Byakuya minutely adjusted the position of a paper on his desk. “Art is a reflection of our strongest emotions and a chance to explore the boundaries of concepts like love and forgiveness. It can be quite disconcerting to find yourself on the opposite side of a philosophical divide from the one person in your life whose opinions on romantic love are actually pertinent to you.”

“I just don’t understand why she’s mad at me!” Abarai lamented, throwing up his hands. “I liked the play, she’s one who said it was dumb. I don’t see how you can get mad at someone for liking a thing.”

Byakuya sighed, and reminded himself for the millionth time that Abarai had spent his formative years literally headbutting the humanoid mountain goats of the Eleventh instead of metaphorically headbutting an equally stubborn classical literature tutor. “Clearly, you find ongoing devotion in the face of obstacles to be an admirable quality, and were moved by the wife’s pining, which is, broadly speaking, the main theme of the play. However, consider the perspective of the one who is pined after, presented in this piece as a flawed idol, a cause of agony and suffering so severe that it persists past the confines of mortal existence.”

“Oh,” replied Abarai. There was a long pause. “Oh.” His face transitioned through a number of contortions, but not further words came forth.

Byakuya picked up the Standards for Disposition of Historically Significant Hauntings again, and pretended to flip through it. “Do you need to take an early lunch break today, Lieutenant?”

“Um, ah…” Abarai looked at his calendar. “I got Advanced Hakuda Skills with the upper seats at 11.”

“I don’t think they’re up for it today,” Byakuya noted dryly. “Go ahead.”

Abarai scrammed.

#my writing #this is the last of the OLD old drabble prompts!!!#i still have two medium old ones to go #but i am hereby declaring renji's birthday CLEARED #this is VERY REALISTIC #by which i mean it is slightly autobiographical #except in my case it was over a kdrama #jeez i did SIGNIFICANT RESEARCH for this #these drabbles are supposed to be LOW EFFORT #but I have NO CHILL #i have never actually seen izutsu #noh stans please do not get up in my mentions #i mean i am sure i deserve it #but please i am so small and tired #also 'never trust a poet' is from a very old youtube video where bjork explains how computers work #i think about that video at least once a week

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mhafiction · 5 years ago

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Rain, Cats, and Coffee

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Fluff

Synopsis: The fake-dating trope on a small scale with a dash of the rainy-day umbrella cliche. And there’s a cat cafe.

Note: Hitoshi is one of my favorites! I think this fic makes him look a little nicer than he actually is, haha -K.

Another slow day in class. Being a general studies student didn’t really carry the same allure of working as an aspiring hero, but you tended to look on the bright side of things. You always wanted to work in the hero course, but with a quirk like yours. . . well, let’s just say it was basically unheard of. You peeked at the window, watching the gloomy, overcast sky. You prayed that the weather would stay amicable enough; walking in a storm was rarely ever pleasant. As if on cue, a deluge of heavy rain pattered onto the school roof, the sound almost completely drowning out your teacher. You giggled, casting a glance to your desk mate.

Shinsou Hitoshi. To be fair, outside of school, you two weren’t terribly close. You didn’t really hang out on weekends or walk home together. But Hitoshi was your confidant, and the sole person who got you through class . You looked forward to the little interactions with him every day, whether it was a conversation before a lecture or a shared smile at a joke only the two of you knew. Hitoshi was a serious and aloof sort of person, but he had a sense of humor that only you seemed to see. The blunt and deadpan type. Everyone wondered how you got him to trust you and open up to you so quickly. The truth was, you both had the same ridiculous ambition: to be a hero. You found his quirk fascinating, and though you’d never say it out loud, you had developed quite a crush on the purple-haired boy.

Shinsou gave you one of his strange grins and nodded towards the teacher, handing you a note. You opened it and suppressed a laugh at Hitoshi’s rendering of him: a grotesque caricature. He had written below the picture in barely coherent writing and you tried to decipher it. BLEHG Y/N I’M DYING. I hate this class so much. How’d you do on the test yesterday?

You thought a bit, then quickly scribbled your response. The teacher turned around at the wrong minute and cocked an eyebrow at the two of you. He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Y/LN, Shinsou, if you have time to pass notes back and forth, I’m sure you have time to answer this question.”

When the bell rang, you almost bolted out of your seat, giving Shinsou a small wave. You had a study group after school, and as you opened the door to leave, you remembered the rain. Damnit. You watched other students open their multicolored umbrellas and bustle home. You rifled around in your bag for yours.

Wait, what? Where is it???

You dumped the contents of your bag out onto the ground. It wasn’t there. Great. Now I have to walk over to the cafe in the rain. Not deterred in the least, you held your bag over your head and took off running. The cafe was new, reportedly a cat themed one with cute little beverages and snacks. You had never been to the place, but as a lover of everything cute, you knew that it was meant for you. It’d be nice to enjoy a warm drink with some friends! Your phone buzzed.

Hey, I’m sorry guys I can’t make it to the group tonight. We had a club meeting I just found out about.

Oh you too?? I have a project I need to finish in the workshop today. I can’t go either

Ah, support course students. They didn’t seem to get any sleep. Well, that left you with-

Sorry! I’m home sick :(

Really?? Her too? You sighed. Well, you were already here. Might as well look at what they have.

The menu hung in the window, sufficiently cute enough for you. Latte art of cats, pastries in the shape of cat paws, cute little cat-pun names. The piece that pulled it all together was an introductory poster displaying all the cats that resided within the shop, each of them with little accessories. Your eyes caught on a couples deal they had. Pay half the price for the largest drink on the menu and get two free pastries on the side. What a deal! And so easy to exploit. If only your friends had been with you, then you really could have feasted like kings.

Still mulling this over, you noticed that the rain suddenly stopped. You looked up. No, it was an umbrella. You looked behind you, locking eyes with Shinsou. “Ah, Y/N. Where’s your umbrella?”

“I forgot it at home.”

“Oh, be careful. You could have gotten sick. If you ever need to, I’d be happy to-“

“Can I treat you to a drink, Hitoshi? Or maybe a snack?” You smiled. He was suprised, and it showed. Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned his head away in an attempt to draw attention away from his blushing face. “Oh, why not?”

“Okay, but we have to pretend we’re a couple.”

Shinsou choked. “What?” You were still smiling as brightly as ever. Not even embarrassed. Hitoshi was going bright red.

“Just go with it.” You grabbed his arm, putting away the umbrella. He stammered a little, flinching at your touch. But he couldn’t say no to you. Small droplets of water had collected on your hair. It was cute, he had to admit, and it’s not like he really minded having you cling to his arm like that. Or the fact that you had invited him on a date to a cat cafe. That was literally his dream date. Wait, was this a date? It didn’t matter. He was happy just to spend time with you.

The hostess looked up at the two of you, smiling a welcoming hello. You two signed some waivers and agreed to a time slot. You stated your orders to the hostess. “We’ll have your couples discount, ma’am.”

“Of course! You two are so cute together by the way, such a beautiful couple.”

You smile, looking over at a flustered Hitoshi. He grinned at the hostess. “Thank you.”

“How long have the two of you been together?”

He flicks his gaze to you. “Oh, I’ve lost track. Do you remember, kitten?”Though, he did seem to be enjoying himself. You almost burst out laughing at the pet name.

Once you were properly settled in, you apologized to Shinsou .

“I’m sorry to spring the whole fake-date thing on you,” you giggled, sipping your (very large) drink. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Shinsou smiled. A small kitten had fallen asleep in his lap, and he gently stroked it. How could he be upset at you? “It’s okay. I’ve been meaning to come to this place for a while, anyway.”

“Still, I do feel kind of bad though!” You whined. “Why didn’t you tell me you don’t like sweets?”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, yeah. You like cats.”

“I like you, too.”

You looked back up at him, a little taken aback. Hitoshi grimaced. Did he say that out loud? Oh no.

Now you were going to think he was weird and clingy, and he’d have to go back to being that quiet hermit boy with a villain quirk. He just had to go and say something like that, huh?

“I like you too, Hitoshi!”

Hitoshi tries to hide his shock, and smiles. Good. You hadn’t thought he meant it in that way. He resumed his attention to the kitten, nibbling a bit on his crossaint. You watch him, taking in how calm and at ease he looked. It was nice to see him in his element. His eyes meet yours for a second, and you shoot up, looking around at the cafe. “Aha, look at this calico Hitoshi. She’s so cute!”

A cafe worker approaches the two of you with a decorated camera.

“Excuse me, would you two like to be on our photo wall?” He gestures to an overwhelmingly cutesy display near the counter. Lovers and friends with bright beams were pictured on every little Polaroid, decorated with stickers and phrases. You looked over to Hitoshi, who shrugged. Turning back to the worker, you nodded. “Yeah, sure!”

“Okay! Perhaps a kiss for the two lovers?” He lifts up the camera eagerly.

You freeze. Shinsou laughs. “Sure thing, mister.”

He leans over the table, eyes meeting yours. Was he really going to ...?

When you don’t pull away, he gives you a peck on the cheek. The camera flashes, and the worker lets out an ‘awwww’. He sighs, handing you one of the shots. “Young love!”

The picture sure came out nice. You touch your cheek. And the kiss wasn’t half bad, either. Shinsou watches your every move, worried that he had overstepped. You weren’t saying anything, and he couldn’t quite read your expression.

Once you finished your drink, you made an attempt at banter, which he half-heartedly returned. Usually, you two had no trouble talking, but their was a certain weight that hung in the air. Soon your slot was up, and you decided to head home.

As the two of you walk out into the rain, Hitoshi grabs your hand.

“Hey, Y/N.” You tense up a bit. Shinsou looks down at his feet.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have... you know.” He blushed, and you kept yourself from scooping him up in a hug then and there. Why are you so cute, Hitoshi?

“Don’t worry! It’s payback for the fake-date.” You winked, patting his hand gently. You kept it there for a little while.

Shinsou still seemed a bit bothered. He breathed in deeply, mustering his courage. He had to tell you. Now.

“Well, the thing is I do really like you. But not in the way you think. I just think...you’re pretty, and smart and just amazing, Y/N.” He looks at you, eyes shining. “I think you’re brilliant. And I love spending time with you, and sometimes I think about-“ he falters, growing a bit timid. “K-kissing you.” He stewed quietly awaiting your response. You seem to be in catatonic shock, and Hitoshi worries he’s ruined your friendship for good. He sighed. “I love you, Y/N-“You laugh, uproariously, and he’s a bit offended. Were you making fun of him? Mocking his feelings for you? He didn’t peg you as so heartless.

But before he can say anything, you pull him into a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, and it feels so right. Hitoshi lifts you up, pulling you deeper into the kiss till it turns into a frenzied passion. The rain falls hard and your umbrella is abandoned on the ground for the time being. You pull away, just for a moment, to breathe. He looks ethereal, covered in raindrops and looking into you with those beautiful eyes. You wished that there was a way to get a moment tattooed to your body. Hitoshi Shinsou, the boy you had been crushing on since you met him said that you were pretty. And brilliant. And he had just kissed you. Twice!

You press your forehead to his, sighing with contentment. “I love you too, Hitoshi.”

#shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x y/n #bnha shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #bnha x y/n #mha x reader

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grimseywrites · 4 years ago

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Chloé Bourgeois in Lockdown

Chloé and Adrien are stuck together in lockdown, and she learns a lot about herself in the process.

Word Count: 1572

So this turned out super duper long. I legit wrote most of this in a chat (lol) with my sister, and came up with the plot, then added almost 500 words trying to make it coherent.

Lockdown. Due to her father’s position in government, Mayor Bourgeois arranged for Chloé to stay with the Agreste family, the estate big enough and secure enough that she would certainly be safe. At first, she's as prissy as ever, ordering her butler and Adrien’s bodyguard around as though it were her own home. What more could you expect?

There’s barely anything for her to do. Whenever she is around Adrien his tablet inevitably alerts him to a new message from someone in the class. And yet Sabrina is the only one who dares check in with her. Every buzz, every video chat, every message that Adrien relays to her with a smile only serves to make her loneliness worse. She’s isolated in more ways than one. Of course they message Adrien. He’s friendly and sweet, to the point where he even tries to include her on the video chats, but she knows she isn't welcome. How could she be, when she has spent every waking hour making their lives more difficult.

At least Sabrina is making use of quarantine. Without Chloé there to boss her around, she is using her spare time to learn anything she can. Maybe I could learn something new? Chloé thinks. Then I’ll have something no-one will ever be able to take away.

But what? What could she learn?

She considers fashion design; she has always idolised her mother. Adrien clears her head of that idea quickly, reminding her that she doesn't want her mother's life, she just wants her to be proud. So then, she thinks of her father, but he is easily swayed, and while Mayor, his duties are not exactly 'skilled'.

Sabrina suggests she learn needlework, but Chloé quickly finds she lacks the desire to sit still, and keeps pricking her fingers.

She looks to Adrien, who suggests baking, but she doesn't like the feel of the ingredients on her hands, and doesn't know how to infuse it with love like Marinette does. No way am I going to ask her for help.

Before she knows it, Adrien is pulling her onto the group chat, and asks them for ideas on her behalf. Kim is the first, he remembers that the Agreste Manor has a pool, and says that she should try swimming. She gives it a try, but hates getting her hair wet, and refuses to wear a swimming cap. On seeing her genuine effort, the class all begin to offer new options based on their own hobbies. Nino suggests dancing, Max offers to tutor her in coding, Alix says to get roller-skates. Even Marinette put forward the idea of video games.

Chloé takes suggestions from everyone who will offer one, and Adrien is happy to facilitate however he can. The class are actually getting into it now, and she tries incredibly hard, but just can't find a skill that she connects with. Everything has something wrong with it.

Until one day.

She and Adrien are having lunch together, as usual, and they are peacefully discussing anything they can think of that isn’t to do with the virus or their failed attempts.

And Adrien mentions that he has piano practice after lunch.

She thinks about the piano. About the baby grand in the hotel. About how Adrien would play for her when they were kids, to show her what he'd learned that day.

She considers it carefully, and sheepishly, she asks if he would mind showing her how to play. She's never really been sheepish around Adrien before, but given how he's seen her try and fail at new hobbies for the last few weeks, she tries to not let it stop her from asking. He smiles wide at her, and says ‘of course’.

It's slow going. Chloé's hands are smaller than Adrien's, and he has been playing for many years, so they’re both expecting frustration. And yet…She listens carefully to his instructions, and it's so much easier now that she's given up on calling him her boyfriend. He can position her hands without her trying to kiss him or posting a picture on social media.

Together they learn a four handed piece, him playing the intricate right, and her learning the bass chords on the left. Every day they work at it together, Adrien is patient and helpful, and Chloé does her best to not get frustrated. There are days when she feels as though she'll never learn, but there are days when they play the piece in perfect synchronicity. Slowly, the duet becomes a genuine partnership, and her dexterity improves.

And then, lockdown restrictions are eased. Chloé has to go back to the hotel, now that she can be around her father again. I’m not ready. How could she just leave the piano and her tutor behind?

Adrien assures her that he'll come over and teach her still, but it's not her only concern. In quarantine, alone with Adrien, she realised that she didn't have to create a persona for herself. That she could figure things out, without her parents screeching at each other in the background, without her own raised voice trying to incite fear and obedience in her classmates.

Together with Adrien, she realised that she never wanted to be hated, she just had no other way to keep people close.

And the day comes, when she has to say goodbye.

Adrien pulls her in for a hug, something she's gotten used to over the lockdown. She never realised how touch starved either of them were, not until this moment when it was going to happen again. Her butler's throat clears. He's trying to get her attention, but she knows what he's going to say. 'What if I forget?' She asks Adrien quietly. They both know she doesn't mean the piano. 'Then I'll remind you' he answers. The hug eventually ends. Chloé moves to leave, but can’t help glancing back at her oldest friend. He smiles reassuringly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

She gets into her suite, and immediately gets a sour taste in her mouth. It's not her room, not anymore. She asks her father for a piano and he's stunned that she didn’t simply order him, but acquiesces immediately.

She plays her half of the duet, but it isn't the same. It feels emptier. She tries to recreate some of Adrien's part, but it doesn't work, and she just ends up crying.

Adrien visits her twice weekly, and they continue the lessons, but she still feels alone.

Noticing this, Adrien gives her piano exercises, and over video chat teaches her to read sheet music. Suddenly, she seems to be picking it up quicker than ever, finding an escape in the world of music that Adrien had never truly considered. The piano had stopped being a source of joy for him, since he only ever played on his father's orders before lockdown.

And Chloé begins to improvise. Staying inside by choice, away from the eyes of Paris, she starts to compose. She lays her emotions bare; some songs are joyful and bright, but most are heart-achingly mournful.

The compositions aren't masterpieces. The old Chloé would have pretended so, but now they're just for her. She keeps them to herself, locked away in the pages of her diary. She stopped writing in that long ago, but now, these pieces, they feel as personal as any diary could ever be.

Days later, she's trying to find a specific sheet, and it all collapses onto the floor. She thinks how heavy-handed the metaphor is, but starts to pick it all up anyway. And then she sees two sheets from separate compositions, side by side. As she stares, she plays the notes in her mind. It's not perfect, but it's enough for her to know.

It's a duet.

She writes it out as a duet, mixing and matching her pages of already written music. It's not several small pieces, it's one long one, a musical epic, a story combined of all these small moments, traversing her emotional turmoil.

Adrien comes in, and sees what she's done. Of course he offers to play it with her. And she's terrified, terrified of showing her innermost feelings to anyone, and yet if anyone will understand, it's him.

They sit together, and start to play. It's easy to see Chloé getting lost in her own work. Adrien is used to it by now, she's processing, and that's okay.

It takes some time for them to get it right, sight reading only goes so far, however they both practice, and eventually it's as Chloé intended. They finish simultaneously with a major chord, victorious and happy.

And Chloé looks at Adrien, both of them breathing heavily.

‘I’m gay’ she tells him, the words spilling out of her before she knows what’s happening, but she needs to tell someone and he’s witnessed her every weak moment during this ordeal.

Adrien is now a very confused boy. So he stares, trying to work it through his head.

It's the longest minute of Chloé's life. She pictures a hundred reactions before Adrien realises he doesn't need to understand why she spent so long chasing him, or why she’s only saying so now.

He hugs her tight, and tells her that he's happy she could trust him with this.

She starts to cry.

They wait it out, and begin to play again, both wishing for an end as happy as Chloé's song.

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