#i just like to think leos are all little nervous butterflys when they meet someone they find cool

[sweeneydino]

You don't wanna know.

[mytheoristavenue]

TMNT 12 Adult!Donatello x OC 🍋 - Pick Up Lines

Summary: Terra has always been terrible at dropping hints, and she should have known better than to take Mikey's advice.

Warnings: x OC, NSFW, MDNI, adult!donnie, adult!terra, adult!everyone, 19yo!donnie, 19yo!terra, light smut, mentions of anxiety, dirty humor, bully!donnie

A/N: This revolves around Donnie x Terra (my OC, whom I've never really talked about before.) Just for a little bit of context, I added a bit of background for her! Feel free to skip if you don't feel like reading!

Terra and Tori Phelps are paternal twins living on their own in NYC. Tori is a clepto, which leads to their initial meeting with the turtles. After the ordeal is over, Leo decides that they will keep an eye on the twins, finding too many connections with them and TCRI.

During their time with the turtles, the twins are involved in an accident while investigating an entomologist's lab, the girls are mutated into bugs, Terra an Atlas moth, and Tori a Rhinoceros beetle.

Thanks to Donnie, Terra has cybernetic implants in her wrist and temple, the former injects nutrients into her veins, and the latter that translate thoughts into text to speech, to compensate for her not having a mouth. The downside to this, is that she cannot have thoughts that aren't said out loud.

Terra's nickname is 'TerrorFly', of simply 'Fly' for short, obviously created by Mikey. 'Terror' is a stretched version of her name, which he says would strike fear into her enemy's hearts, making her seem intimidating to compensate for her frailty. The 'Fly' portion was added because, at the time, he mistook her for a butterfly.

Tori's nickname is 'RhinoBeatle'. This comes from the species of her mutation, accidentally misspelled. When corrected, Mikey insisted that it was wordplay, swapping 'beet' for 'beat', because of how tough she was.

Terra could never remember a time where she was able to out right say what she was thinking- that was before the accident. Now she highly valued her private thoughts, considering she didn't have the privilege of having them. Now all her thoughts were known by her friends, and nothing could be done but wait patiently for Don to finish perfecting the retromutagen. Though, as the years passed, she lost hope and became more comfortable with her current state and situation.

In spite of herself, as time flew, she found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with Donatello, someone who, at first seemed to be the bad guy. When they'd first met, she'd even accused him of kidnapping her, and now she simply giggled at the idea. He really was a sweet guy, and she knew it was a misunderstanding, but it was still funny to recall.

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"Can you stop?" Tori huffed, crossing her arms at her sister as she tried to watch television. "If you can't be quiet, go somewhere else."

"Lighten up, mama," Mikey grinned. "Fly can't help that she's down horrendous for Donnie."

"Mikey!" Terra's electronic voice squealed. "No, I'm not! Don't say that!"

"You are, and it's disgustingly obvious." The beetle snarled. "All I ever hear from you is: 'Oh, Donnie looks so hot today!' and 'Oh no, Donnie has to tune my little gizmos today! I'm so nervous!' Gross."

Terra crossed her arms and pouted, stewing in humiliation. "Lay off, ladies, no need to bicker." the turtle soothed, standing up and sitting back down between them, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them in. "It's not a problem, you're just goin' about it all wrong."

"What do you mean?" the moth asked, her antennae twitching with curiosity.

Mikey grinned, lowering his voice and leaning in. "Here's what you're gonna do-"

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Terra tensed as she felt footsteps enter the kitchen behind her as she stirred salt into a pot of boiling water, preparing to add in some pasta for dinner.

"Hey- be careful!" Donnie's voice suddenly shouted sternly, coming behind her to carefully take the pot away. "You know your not supposed to be cooking. What if you hurt yourself? You're so, so delicate, when will you understand that?" he lightly scolded, still dangerously close to her, reaching around her to turn the burner off on the stove.

"Hot, hot, hot, hot-" a robotic voice chanted.

"No shit," he replied with an annoyed sigh. "Did you burn your hand or something?"

Terra quickly shook her head no, steeping aside to let herself calm down a bit. "Sorry, I just wanted to be nice and cook dinner for everyone..."

Don sighed, realizing how overprotective he was being before pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, I'm sorry. Of course you can cook dinner, just let me help you, okay? That way if something happens, I'll already be here."

She nodded in agreeance, pulling down the needed supplies to chop some vegetables while he took over the pasta. As the minutes ticked by, she found the air between them silent as her voice muttered lowly with every passing thought- something he'd become accustomed to and hardly paid any mind.

"Uhm..." she began hesitantly. "A-Are you boiling water? Because y-you're pretty hot?"

He snickered a bit, barely acknowledging the statement. "Really smooth, Mikey teach you that one?"

Her shoulders instantly slumped as tears pricked her overwhelmed eyes. "No." she mumbled, defeated and too bashful to elaborate.

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Donnie walked into the living room to find her reading on the couch, back pressed to the cushions and two pairs of arms in the air to uphold the book. "Lay on your tummy, Terra." he called nonchalantly as he pass her. He got static feedback as a response, the equivalent of an aggerated grumble. "Don't talk back to me! You wanna tear one of her wings, be my guest, but don't come crying to me to fix it."

Terra's blacked out eyes rolled as she begrudgingly fixed her posture, laying back down on her stomach, book laid out in front of her. To her surprise, the terrapin plopped down on the sofa, dangerously close to her, close enough for her antennae to tickle his thighs. Her breathing became heavy as she could tried to quail her overwhelming thoughts as they threatened to become loud enough to be audible. "Oh not this again." he suddenly complained, dramatically tossing his hand toward the book in dismissal before taking it from her.

"What?"

"This manga is so dumb," he scoffed at the pirate themed anime. "I mean, you've got this rubber kid that's got like- what? Two and a half braincells and somehow still manages to make everything work for him? I swear, it makes less sense than that stupid space show Leo likes." He ranted theatrically, irritating the moth.

"I like it!" she protested, snatching it back from him. "It's charming..."

"You would like it," he chuckled as she stewed, crossing her arms and sat up on her legs. "Hey- don't do that, don't pout." She threw her head in the opposite direction with a huff. "Don't be mad at me..." he soothed, gently putting a hand on her head, petting her hair gently. "Please, Fly?" She reluctantly dropped the act, leaning into his touch, something he reveled in.

"Speaking of pirates..." she began nervously, fiddling with the pages of the book. "Are you one?"

"Not last time I checked?"

"B-Because I got some booty for you to find..." Much to her dismay, Donnie broke out tin a fit of hearty laugher, causing her face to heat up exponentially. "Don't laugh! What's funny?"

"You are, Fly." he cooed, giving her a genuine smile, before standing up and whisking himself away to his lab, shaking his head amused.

"But...I don't wanna be funny..."

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"Terra, stop moving." Donnie commanded as she flinched again. "Terra!"

"Sorry!" she squeaked, flinching again. "It hurts, Don."

He sighed a bit, setting his tools down for a moment. "I know it does, but we're almost done, I promise. It'll only hurt a bit longer. Just try to be good and still for me, hmm?" She nodded hesitantly, bracing herself as the connection between her 'feeding brace' and vein was severed. "Very good," he praised, setting the device to the side for cleaning, before pressing a cotton ball to the pinhole in her arm to cease the bleeding and secured it with medical tape.

"Now then, since the nectar storage is empty, I'm gonna assume your full?" he asked, flicking the small glass tube. She nodded in confirmation. "Think you can go the rest of the day with out it?" Another nod made him smile. "Good deal. I'll make sure and reinstall if before bedtime, 'kay?"

"Okay," she replied, glancing around as she sat in her designated chair. "Is it okay if I watch you clean it? I wanna learn how to do it myself."

He thought for a moment before shrugging. "Well, you really can't fully clean it without removing it, and I don't think it's a good idea for you to do that alone. But I suppose if you'd like to keep it a little cleaner in between tune ups, I can show you how."

Minutes passed she watched intently as he showed her how to dip cotton swabs in rubbing alcohol, dragging it along the seems to pick up the dirt in them. "Huh, that's funny." he remarked, hardly paying her any mind as he continued his demonstration.

"What is?"

Nearly everyday for the past week, Terra had dropped some ridiculous pick up line on him, assumingly to make him laugh, as he'd been admittedly very stressed lately, though, today she was even quieter than usual. "No pick up lines today?"

Terra shook her head no, glancing away a tad somberly. "I didn't think you liked them," she sadly confessed, catching his interest.

"What makes you say that? I loved 'em."

The moth quickly glanced back up to him, confused and surprised. "But you always laugh?"

"Well, yeah?" he snickered, setting his tools down. "They're just flirty jokes, Terra. They don't really mean anything." A beat of silence passed as she boiled in her embarrassment. Donnie couldn't help but feel his curiosity grow as to why this seemed to have her so upset. "Why...did you want them to mean something?"

She didn't have to answer for him to connect the dots, he was able to build a conclusion simply to the tune of her translator whirring, operating with no thoughts to communicate. "Terra..." he trailed, taking a deep breath, hoping he hadn't misread any signals. "You shoulda just told me." he smiled a bit, leaning closer to her, reaching out to catch her chin and guide her gaze back to him. "Do you got a little crush on me?"

Her cheeks burned as her eyes widened far enough that he could see the slivers of white beyond her oversized pupils. "W-What?" she squeaked, her text to speech voice mummering thousands more words behind her reaction. "W-Why would you think that?"

"So...if I kissed you, you'd push me away?" he asked, almost coyly, glancing up toward the ceiling, a smirk still playing on his lips. "'Cuz I will if you ask me to." He reveled in the sight of her stirring in a frenzy, a harsh juxtaposition to his cool demeanor. Carefully, while she was distracted, he quickly reached up and switched off he translator with a snicker, before retracting his hand and looking away, dramatically trying to play himself off as innocent.

The mechanical rambling that filling the lab suddenly halted, leaving Terra frozen, gripping at her throat. It merely took her seconds to crack the case as she shot him a harsh glare, telepathically urging him to turn it back on as she struggled to find the switch. "What's the matter?" he teased, laughing at her expense before leaning in again. "Why don't you try and tell me what you want without it, after all, actions speak louder than words."

With a puff in her cheeks, Terra finally had had enough of his bullying, reaching out and squishing Donnie's cheeks together, and crashing her face to his with furrowed brows. He had to admit, it was bit awkward, kissing something that wasn't there, but he was excited by it all the same.

"See?" he chuckled, pulling away a bit, looming over her. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" She begrudgingly shook her head, pouting a bit. "Where else, Fly?"

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Donnie couldn't help but beam up at her as she helped herself to his lap, wings fully unfurled, hair mussed, and face looking as if she might come undone right there on top of him. He skin was decorated with his kisses and bitemarks, none actually harsh enough to hurt. He was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that this all was real, and it was her dough hips in his hands, and it was him she was on top of- it was him taking things form her and giving his own in exchange.

"Look so pretty like this," he mumbled under his breath, breaking the silence that the absence of her thoughts had created. He had spent this whole time showering her with praise, and somewhere along the way, she'd stopped reacting to it. she couldn't hear it anymore over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. "Fuck," he cursed, clenching his eyes shut as she rocked against him, feeling the most intense feeling crash against him.

He deduced that the feeling must have been mutual, ash Terra writhed, back bending drastically, and eyes watering with tears threatening to fall. Suddenly, her body fell onto his like a rock on a serene pond, and he caught her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "Hey," he whispered, prompting her to very sleepily lift her head.

"Are you copper? 'Cuz I feel a spark with you, and that was electric."

A/N: This was very dumb (my entry, not the challenge) and I'm super embarrassed by it, but I promised I'd finish it, so here it is! 😅 Thank you to @thelaundrybitch for tagging me, and thank you to @post-apocalyptic-daydream for letting me participate!

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[ynscrazylife]

Hello once again. Could I please get a Daisy Johnson x Reader fic? Set sometime after the fall of SHIELD & Coulson has actually told the Avengers he's alive. The Avengers have called in SHIELD to help out on a mission where the reader meets Daisy. You can choose how that plays out. Reader is a super soldier that is mentored by Natasha & Clint who chooses to use a bow like the latter. Thanks

Yes! Thank you for requesting.

The Agent and the Avenger

Summary: Y/N, an Avenger, meets Daisy Johnson, a SHIELD Agent, when the Avengers need SHIELD’s help on a mission. What happens when Y/N and Daisy start to fall for each other?

“Bullseye,” Y/N said, smiling in satisfactory as her arrow hit the mark. She raised her bow and got into position and let go. “Bullseye . . . Bullseye . . . Andddd bullseye!” One after one, her arrows hit their target perfectly. 

“Is that your new theme song? The word ‘bullseye’ over and over again?” A voice from behind her teased. 

Y/N turned around and saw one of her mentors, Natasha, standing with her in the archery range and giving her a smirk. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as well. “It just might be,” she said, playing along with this little game. 

Natasha chuckled and walked over to her, peering at her target with all its arrows in it. It resembled a porcupine. “You might just be better than Clint,” the redhead observed.

“Hey!” Another voice interrupted, protesting. Y/N’s other mentor had joined the women. “None of that.” 

Natasha and Y/N laughed at the sour look on his face. 

“What are you two doing here?” Y/N asked, switching the topic and going to put her bow away. 

“Oh, right,” Natasha recalled, having momentarily forgotten why she and Clint came. “We’re gonna go on a mission, leaving tonight, and Coulson’s SHIELD team is gonna assist us.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrows in interest. “Is it a difficult one?” She asked. 

“Steve suspects it will be, yes, and it’ll be a big one. There’s a Hydra base far out storing some dangerous weapons. Some of it is also SHIELD technology, and it’s a large base,” Natasha clarified. 

Y/N nodded. “Who’s coming with us, exactly?” She asked.

“Coulson, May, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, and Daisy Johnson. Coulson, May, and Daisy will be on the field with us, but Fitz and Jemma are going to stay with Bruce in the Quinjet,” Natasha answered. 

Y/N thought for a moment. She had met May and Coulson briefly because they were close to Natasha and Clint, but hadn’t met the other agents. 

“I’ll get ready, then,” she told both of her mentors, a smile on her face. 

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Hours later, the Avengers were settled in the Quinjet. They were just waiting on the SHIELD agents. Steve and Tony were at the pilots seat, Bruce was typing away at one of their computers, Thor was balancing Mjolnir on various objects, and Y/N sat in-between Natasha and Clint, the three of them talking on the couch. 

“Hello, hello, Mighty Avengers!” 

Y/N looked up from her conversation to see Coulson walking in with a smile on his face, May at his side, and leading the three other agents behind them. Immediately, all of the Avengers got up to meet them. 

Y/N followed Natasha and Clint and watched them greet May and Coulson warmly as Thor went over to speak to Steve and Tony. The two agents, Fitz and Simmons, Y/N guessed, quickly went off with Bruce which left Y/N looking around until her eyes fell on the only other person standing by herself.

Holyyyyy shit. 

She was gorgeous. One second Y/N was composed and a little nervous and the next she was . . . in awe. The woman standing in front of her must have put her under a love spell or something because Y/N felt her heart fluttering and butterflies flying around her stomach. 

“Hey! I’m Daisy Johnson, and you?” 

Oh Lordy lord. Even her voice was charming. Daisy held her hand out and Y/N swallowed a lump in her throat, shaking her hand. As soon as her hand touched Daisy’s, a new and bigger wave of nerves crashed into her. 

“I’m, uh, I’m Y/N . . . Y/N Y/LN,” Y/N introduced herself, stumbling over her words and smiling shyly at Daisy. 

Daisy grinned. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

Just hearing her name come out of Daisy’s mouth made Y/N feel like she was going to pass out.

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After everyone was introduced, they took their seats. Y/N resumed sitting in-between Natasha and Clint, as May and Daisy sat across from them. During the ride, Natasha and May were deeply engaged in a conversation, while Clint and Daisy chatted occasionally. Y/N, however, was distracted the whole time, mostly by how pretty and charming Daisy was. 

“Okay, team! We’re landing, so listen up,” Steve said in a loud voice, catching everyone’s attention. “We’re gonna divide and conquer. Clint and Tony, Natasha and May, myself and Coulson, and Y/N and Daisy. Leopold and Jemma will stay with Bruce.” 

Everyone nodded, gravitating towards her partners, but Y/N froze. 

She was paired up with the woman she had a growing crush on? It was like Steve wanted her to blow the mission for them all (granted, he didn’t know she had a crush on her, but still).

“Hey, looks like we’re partners,” Daisy’s voice drew her from her thoughts. 

Y/N whipped around to look at her and nodded, biting her lip because she thought that if she spoke, she’d likely make a fool out of herself.

Minutes later, the teams were all set. They had landed and everyone moved out. As Daisy and Y/N had moved into their section of the base and were walking down one of the hallways, Daisy suddenly stopped in her tracks, hailing Y/N too.

“We need to get to the bottom of something,” Daisy said, and turned off her comms. 

Y/N stared at her, confused. Daisy motioned for her to turn off her comms too, which she did after a moment’s hesitation. 

“Who do you have a crush on?” Daisy asked. 

Y/N blinked. “What?” She asked in return, dumbfounded. 

Daisy cracked a smile. “You have a crush on someone! I can tell. It’s making you all nervous and stuff,” she insisted. 

“I don’t have a crush on anyone,” Y/N protested, but she betrayed herself when she blushed. 

Crap. 

Daisy picked up the pace again. “Well, it can’t be any of the Avengers, right? They’re too old for you . . . I haven’t seen you on your phone on the Quinjet so it can’t be someone else . . . you barely talked to Fitz or Simmons and Phil and May are too old for you so . . .” she trailed off and turned to Y/N, stopping again, as realization dawned on her. 

Fear suddenly struck Y/N. The mission was forgotten. “I don’t-” she started to say, but Daisy cut her off as she wore a confident, quirky smile. 

“For the record, I think you’re cute. Can I take you out on a date after the mission?” She asked casually, as if they weren’t on a very important mission and Y/N hadn’t just been outed for a crush. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped for a moment. Did Daisy really just say that? She struggled to compose herself, and couldn’t stop a goofy smile from wiggling its way onto her lips. She nodded. “I’d like that. Speaking of the mission, we should probably turn comms on and keep going,” she said, chuckling.

[darthspideys]

all that glitters // 2

chapter 2 // butterflies 

Warnings: objectification of men? Is that a thing? Look I pretty much just boil these guys down to their bodies and baseline personality traits sorry if that offends you 

a/n: I feel like this is as good as time as any to say that i've never watched an episode of the bachelor or the bachelorette in my life. All the info for this fic came from wikipedia and or a slideshow of bachelor dates so do with that what you will :) also I don’t describe race right off the bat here with your bachelors but they are not all white so don’t picture them that way, that’s not how we do things here :) 

You expect them to swarm you like wasps. Judging by the warnings from the crew, and from the poor showing the night before you expected that the moment they saw you they would swallow you up in a circle and you’d have to bend down and crawl to escape. You spend the whole day being shuffled through more interviews, photoshoots, lectures, and everything in between, until it’s finally time to do an actual rose ceremony. 

Well.. almost. Before you’re able to eliminate one or two people, you have to meet them first, which you guess makes sense. Today's event is going to be a cocktail party, where you're supposed to mingle and drink with all of the guys, smile for the cameras and then savagely eliminate two of them from the competition right off the bat. You’ve been told that you only have to eliminate too, but you figure the more you kick off the sooner this will be over, and you're sure that more than one of them will do something to annoy you. 

Considering their time on this show is on the line, you thought that as soon as they even thought you were coming outside to join the party, they’d swarm you for their chance to make a good first impression. But as you exit the mansion, decked out in a golden dress that doesn’t even make it to your knees, with more gold embellishments and only straps to keep it place no one even seems to bat an eye. You’re a little more offended then you want to let on, not because you want their attention, at least you don’t think you do.  

Truthfully, as much as you would never admit it, being the star of the show isn’t such a bad thing. After being on the backburner in your own family, and even out in the world for so long, having the whole thing be about you is something you’re beginning to like. Something about being in control, having their fate in your hands is exciting as much as you want to push that feeling down and make it go away. 

You hear the sound of an unfamiliar voice, “And here she is.” 

Suddenly, all eyes are on you. All ten guys stare at you and even though you're a ways away you can feel the heat of their stare, and see the anxiousness in their bodies. You wanted them to pay attention to you, and now you have all of it. And it’s not just theirs, the cameras all turn to you, and the sound, and the lights, it shows every inch of you for the world to see. Although you know it’s not live, you can almost see the people watching from their living rooms, your mother watching from her disgustingly gaudy living room, with the moose head mounted above the wall that’s probably watching you too. 

It should scare you, it should make you want to run the other way and lock yourself in your room for the next six weeks where no one can see. You should be wilting under the intense light, drying out from the heat of it, but you don’t. You smile, and you revel in it. 

Lights, camera, action. 

Liam comes up to your first. Everyone sees that he’s staked his claim and disperses off for the moment, to nurse their drinks and or get some more camera time for themselves. If they can’t make you love them, the audience is the next best thing. 

“I’m sorry about last night,” He says, still Canadian. He rubs the back of his neck self consciously, and you make note of the camera angled right over his shoulder. Your microphone itches against your upper chest. You sip your own drink, a soda because you're going to have to be sober for this, “I just wanted to see you face to face.” 

“They didn’t show you my picture or anything before you got here?” You ask him, “You didn’t even think to know what you were getting into.” 

“It’s not the same as seeing someone in person,” He says, and he says it with a kind of meaning you don’t expect. He’s not what you expected, starting with the apology and ending with the clear honesty he is giving you in this moment. “The photos don’t really show how beautiful you are.” 

You playfully roll your eyes, “I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” Before he can argue you continue, “Apology accepted, consider the slate clean.” 

You’re gone before he can say anything else. You’re not in the mood for hollow compliments, or the kind of flirting usually reserved for the first meeting at a bar or on some app. You move on to different tables and make small talk that you loathe but you smile, maybe because your face is permanently wound into that position. 

Anthony is average. He talks a lot about what he does, and it’s good work but you’re getting a hint of something else that you don’t like. The way that he talks about himself is a little too egotistical for your liking. 

Lars is a lumberjack. Literally, that’s what he does for a living and he looks it. Even his suit has a flannel tie, just so everyone is aware of exactly what the package is. You like it, even though you know your mother would never approve of something like that (a fact which makes you want him more). 

Enzo is from Texas. He is very proud of it, and the southern accent is something that sets him apart. However, the amount that he talks about Texas and the amount that he talks about himself is concerning. He’s cute though, definitely sitting in the middle of your mental ranking.

Liam is, well he’s been previously established. 

Chris is obviously here because of good old fashion nepotism. He’s the son of the host, and clearly here to fulfill something for his parents, which is relatable but doesn’t make him any higher than a seven out of ten. 

Leo and Lucas as twins. It’s very interesting, and enough to put them above the top five just because of the curiosity of it all. They are almost the same, windswept brown hair and dark brown eyes except somehow Leo has freckles, which puts him about 0.6 higher than his brother. 

Ryan is white bread, delicious but boring. He’ll stay for a while, hang on just for kicks but he’ll always be the dead weight, hanging around in the background but the show will be a nice bump for his national profile and let’s be hornets he’ll be in the running to be the bachelor. 

Which brings you all the way down to numbers one and two on the current husband to be ranking (if that’s even what you're gonna end up calling it, because it’s too real to stick around for the whole competition). Tom is the handsome stranger from one magical three seconds on a bustling street in New York that you’re very much longing for as you shuffle through conversation with man after man and sip your drink. He is kind of short if you’re being honest, but that’s okay, with brown eyes and dark brown hair. He’s from Britain, which you can tell before he tells you he’s from South London, darling, and staring right at the camera over your shoulder. You don’t talk about your previous meeting, and you wonder if he even remembers. You don’t know whether to hope he does or doesn’t, but you do know that you remember every second of it. 

Sanjiv is the golden boy. Young, Indian American, and a favorite to win last season on the Bachelorette. Only the woman went for the bad boy at the last second, and the jury is still out on whether it’ll work. The rumor was he would be the next Bachelor, but here he is standing and smiling at you in a way that makes heat rise to your cheeks and you don’t know what his game is. That makes you nervous, that scares you, that you don’t know what his game is. After the entire afternoon, dancing in circles going from table to table and smiling your face off, you feel like you know what everyone’s game is, but not his. It scares you a bit, that you don’t know what his aim is but it’s a kind of intoxicating uncertainty. He’s the mysterious man that always gets the girl because she desperately wants to figure him out, it's the challenge, it's the chase that why he’s number one. 

“I’m sure you’re wondering where my loyalties lie,” He says. 

“Something like that,” You tell him, “If this was anywhere near normal I’d be asking you if you were over your ex, or do exes count here?”

“I’d say she’s my ex,” He shrugs, “And I’ve moved on, as much as I can.” He looks at you with an expression you can’t quite interpret. “Promise you won’t pick someone else over me at the last minute?” 

That makes you smile, and you hope that he’s joking. “I will make no such promises, but if the situation arises I will give twenty four hours notice.” 

“At the very least will you not eliminate me first?” He’s teasing you and you can tell. “It would be a little embarrassing for my image.” 

“Well anything for your image, I was going to but I guess I’ll just have to pick someone else now.” 

His laugh is natural, and you get those same butterflies in your stomach as you did in high school when you tried to impress your crush and you joke just landed. The little churn that comes with the possibility that the answer to does he like me? Might be yes. For a moment you forget your on tv, you forget that you're the girl everyone wants, the one in the gold dress and you’re just you. You're just a girl, standing in front of a boy that you see something in, something that you can’t quite describe or touch but you feel it. That’s truly why he’s number one. That feeling doesn’t come around a lot for you, the butterflies, usually you're anxious because of a work deadline or a family dinner but this is something else entirely.

You don’t know what his game is. But your dying to find out.

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[themaskedwriter]

Movie Quotes - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You always quote movies around Steve, and when he admits he hasn’t seen most of them you organize a movie night. But does he have the guts to admit to you that he’s the Jack to your Rose?

Warnings: Fluffy, nothing really haha, swearing more than likely

Note: This is my submission. My three hints are: - I use an anonymous name for my blog. - My blog could go to war, with the name that I have - I often base my fics off of songs, such as Dodie. 

Word Count: 3,725

The coffee machine buzzed to indicate everyone that it was, in fact, working. However, the noise went past the ears of Bucky - who was leaning against the kitchen counter, hand clasping a mug of tea, as he conversed with Steve. The captain was already dressed - naturally - and he’d already been on a morning run, “to kill some time.”

Something about the air in the room changed when you entered through the open doorway, as you short pajama pants contrasted greatly from Steve’s blue jeans. You moved with a sense of ease to the coffee machine, placing a mug beneath the dispenser location, and pressing “release.”

“Morning, fellas,” you grinned, already chirpy despite the early morn that left only the three of you awake. Where as Steve woke up to run, and Bucky woke up to escape the torment of his mind, you didn’t have any specific reason to awake: or so they thought. In fact, you did. It gave you more minutes with a certain blonde, who was always dressed at 6 in the morning as though it was as normal as tying his laces.

They both shot you a smile in reply, and you removed your mug and took a long slurp - the heat barely making you wince. Moving towards the kitchen island, you placed the mug down before hoisting yourself to sit on the marble finish. Retrieving the baby pink cup to your lips, you took a rewarding slurp, before placing it back down.

“Stevie,” you called, and his eyes instantly darted to meet your own from where they originally rested on his mug - so he didn’t stare at your bare legs for what could be considered too long to be normal. A taunting smirk came to your lips, as you narrowed your eyes: “Hold my pie,” you remarked, in an exaggerated deep and (what was meant to be) masculine voice.

He brought a similar smile to his lips, as he gazed around in thought. “Um…robo-cop?”

“What!? No, you idiot! iRobot!” you laughed, and Bucky chuckled similarly.

“I knew that one,” he muttered, and Steve shot him a glare. However, his gaze weakened as he danced his focus back to you.

“Never seen it,” he admitted, and you almost choked on your drink.

“What? What! How?” you snapped, and as his mouth fell open to answer, you left him impersonating a gold-fish. “That’s it, we’re adding that to the list.”

“This list is gonna be as long as the girl’s who’ve rejected Sam,” Bucky now hissed, which earned a punch in the bicep from Steve. You couldn’t help but giggle though, as you jumped off the counter top with a now empty mug. It always baffled the blonde how you could down it without wincing, though the water was close to boiling.

“Buck does have a point though, we do need to start shortening this list. You free tonight?” you asked, placing the mug in the dishwasher before slamming it closed. Steve was close to having a heart attack internally, as the butterflies that raced around his stomach batted their wings against his heaving chest. Bucky had a smirk, able to hear the erratic heart-race, and so his cheeks naturally darkened in shade. He prayed you couldn’t hear how nervous your simple question made him.

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed, praying to any higher power that his voice sounded level and even: not like a school-girl being hit on by her crush. You shot him a grin, nodding your head.

“Wonderful. I’ll bring three of the movies on our list, including my favourite: iRobot.” And with that refreshing conclusion, like a glass of fresh lemonade during a heat-wave, you skipped out of the kitchen and down the hall. As soon as you were out of sight and ear-shot, and Steve could no longer hear your foot-steps padding, he turned to Bucky in alarm.

“Oh God. What do I wear? What do I do?” he panted, grabbing the elder’s shoulders. Bucky just chuckled, shaking his head.

“Buy some snacks, wear some joggers, and relax: it’s only Y/N,” he grinned, pushing his hands off of him, and vanishing out the room - though not with the same energy you radiated. Steve stared after the two of you, breathing out in tense worry.

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” he hissed.

***

***

After pulling bargains and deals with the rest of the avengers, you’d claimed the main living area for you and Steve. Some, such as Sam, were eager to have the two of you finally go on a date - of sorts - instead of (to quote) “eye-fondling each-other, all the time.” Some led to you being $100 short, as Nat made you pay her to use the other T.V so she could watch her season finale. Tony made sly comments about how he shouldn’t see any weird stains on the sofa, which was rewarded with a smack to the face, and Bucky simply agreed to leave the two of you alone out of the kindness of his scarred heart.

It was rolling to around 8pm, and you were actually shitting yourself. You didn’t think you’d be so nervous, spending alone time with Steve. After all, you’d watched movies with him before, except it was usually with someone else, and it wasn’t as intimate. This wasn’t intimate, though, was it? It was to educate him on the world of pop-culture, it was necessary for him to fit in with the 21st century. However, you knew that was a lie you told yourself in an attempt to clam the swarming thoughts in your mind.

Skipping down the hall in some Hollister joggers, and a black tank top - with three quarter length sleeves that flared out just after the elbow - you made your way into the living area. Steve wasn’t there yet, but it didn’t phase you as you’re agreed to meet at half 8, and it was only twenty past.

Picking up the remote, you went through Netflix and Amazon, getting ready to watch the movies you’d decided to combat for the evening. It first was iRobot - your favourite movie, and the one Steve had failed today’s movie quote quiz you always gave him. Then you’d watch Forest Gump, in which you’d once told him in reassurance that “life was like a box of chocolates” and he thought you were actually offering him a chocolate. Finally, the evening would conclude with Titanic - so you could make non-stop references about Kate and Leo, and Rose and Jack. Always, for your own viewing pleasure of the second hottest male on earth: young Leo. Just as you’d finished sourcing the movies, the door opened and Steve entered with a carrier of snacks, and some bowls stacked in his left hand.

“Hey,” you smiled, sitting up and turning to him. He wore dark blue sweat pants, that were loose around the crotch, and a loose black tee. You didn’t even think he owned loose clothing, but something about this look made him seem squishy adn adorable, and so you beckoned him over with a smile. He pushed the coffee table nearer to the largest sofa, where you were both sitting, and spread out bowls. “What’s in the bag?”

He rose his brows, before furrowing them in thought. “I’m not sure which movie that’s from,” he admitted shyly, and you giggled.

“It’s not a movie quote, silly,” you chuckled, pushing the blanket off your legs and moving closer. He shook his head with a chuckle, before showing you the contents of the carrier.

“Okay, so, we’ve got Haribo,” he said, and you nodded as he poured them into a bowl.

“Iconic,” you chimed.

“Pop-corn,” he spoke, whilst raising the bag of sweet-n-salty pop-corn.

“Classic,” was the grinning response.

“Doritos. You’re, um, favourite flavour,2 he said, mumbling the last part with a nervous blush. You smiled wider, heart fluttering a little at the sentiment.

“Aw, you remembered!” you smiled, your own cheeks heating a little: and you could imagine the teasing from Tony and Sam if they were here.

“And…two beers,” he smirked, before placing down the glass bottles along with an opener. You nodded, diving for one of them, as he collected the bowl holding the pop-corn, and made his way to the sofa.

When he first sat down, it was so apparent he was nervous. You could’ve fitted a small elephant between the two of you, and so you took the executive choice of moving closer to him. So close, in fact, that your thighs brushed. And his cheeks grew darker once more, as he placed the pop-corn bowl in his lap. You took a handful, dragging the blanket so it covered your thighs, and you decided to lean your head against his shoulder subconsciously: it was more comfortable, anyway.

“So, if we start with iRobot,” you said, lifting the remote and pressing play. “This is my favourite movie of all time. And Will Smith is amazing in this. Oh! There’s this really funny scene when Spooner - which is Will Smith - is like ‘a robot can’t paint a masterpiece,’ or something like that: and Sonny - the robot - is like, ‘can you?’ you rambled, smile almost bursting off your face, as you essentially spoiled most of the film before the opening was over. Though he was missing an important part of the movie, he couldn’t help but focus on your face, as you watched the all to familiar scenes whilst your mouth ran a mile a minute. When you were like this, talking about things you adored, he could fall into it and never want to find a way out.

***

***

By now, you were approaching the end of Titanic. You’re body had shifted, so your head was on Steve’s lap - that was concealed by the bright pink blanket - and he’d moved the Doritos to the side so you could snuggle down. Throughout the scenes, his eyes danced down to see your droopy eyes focused on the scenes, an easy smile on your face. From time to time, you’d giggle or repeat a line you liked under your breath, and sometimes you’d tell him a small fact about something in the movie, and the production of it. He wasn’t really listening, just admiring the way you were so intent on knowing everything about anything you loved.

At this moment, the room was pitch black aside from the light glaring off the giant flat-screen. It made the features of your face glimmer, and Steve’s own face look even more enticing, on the moments when you’d chuckle at a joke, and you’d glance up to shoot him a smile - happy he was enjoying this as much as you. The pop-corn was all gone, the Haribo dish half empty, and the beer bottles discarded.

The ship was nearly completely enveloped by the ocean’s relentless waves, bullying against the structure. People were diving off the sinking ship, yelling and shouting radiating through the room. Steve knew of the titanic, as it was before his time, but the movie made it seem more real: the images from the tragedy only drawings or sketches that were released in papers. He also discovered he was a sucker for romances, as he become almost emotionally attached to the couple who nearly got trapped within the filling levels of the boat.

Rose was in the water, yellow life jacket on, as she lay on top of some floating debris. Jack was holding her hand, but Steve knew he was a doomed man. A sniffle sounded, and he glanced down to see tears soaking your cheeks, as you tried to keep your reaction discreet.

“Jack. Jack! There’s a boat Jack,” Rose whimpered, shaking his hands as he lay lifeless. You couldn’t help it, this scene always tore you apart from the inside out. A sniff was all you could do, as snot tried to join the waterfall down your cheeks. Suddenly, a hand was in your hair, and you jumped a little. Then you felt Steve run his fingers through the strands in comfort, and you sniffled with a sad laugh.

“This part always gets to me,” you admitted, through a thick tone. He chuckled gently, watching the moments on the television.

“I’ll never let go: I promise.” she spoke, kissing his wrist before letting him slide into the water. Even Steve had to admit to himself that it was pretty emotional, but something about your reaction made him feel fuzzy inside. You were such a romantic. Suddenly, he felt you shift, as you moved to sit up to wipe your cheeks. He pulled his fingers from your hair, feeling a little embarrassed by the natural reaction - he’d always do it to Bucky’s younger sister whenever she was upset and her brother wasn’t around.

You let out a shy giggle, sniffing and wiping your nose on the back of your wrist.

“Wow. I mean, could you imagine that? Meeting your soulmate, and having to let them sink into the ocean?” you sniffed, turning to meet Steve’s icy gaze. He chuckled, shrugging.

“Been in a similar situation,” he joked, and you covered your mouth.

“Oh God, Steve, I didn’t even think. I didn’t upset you, did I?” you panicked, reaching for the remote to turn it off, though it was nearly finished anyway. He laughed, shaking his head, before catching your wrists.

“Don’t be daft. It was perfect. This whole evening was, pretty perfect,” he blushed, smiling down at your face. It was still flushed form tears, but you didn’t want to break his gaze, as you smiled back. And then his eyes flitted to your lips - for only a second - and your heart beat picked up. His smile dropped, as did yours, and you waited in pure anticipation.

He leaned closer, and your eyes closed, and…

Then you heard a sigh, and you opened to your eyes reluctantly, to see him back to how he was sat before. A feeling of regret and embarrassment came over you.He wasn’t going to kiss you, but now you’ve just completely outed yourself ad embarrassed yourself for expecting it. God, he probably felt pressured. Oh God.

His grip loosened on your hands, and you dropped them to your lap, as Celine Dion sang out the God awful theme song nobody likes. After clearing your throat, a painful silence painting over you both, you nodded.

“Well, goodnight, Stevie. Thanks for, um, joining me,” you smiled, meeting his eyes for only a moment before standing up and essentially sprinting out the room: feeling mortified.

***

***

“So,” Bucky started, staring at Steve - who was still in his running gear, from his routine morning run. Steve didn’t react, instead he watched the mug fill with coffee that had little to no effect on his metabolism. Bucky rose a brow, took a slurp of his drink, then sighed. “Hello?”

“What?” the blonde almost snapped, causing brown brows to raise from the elder super soldier.

“How was your date with Y/N last night?” he wondered, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world: because, to be honest, it was.

“It wasn’t a date.” he muttered, taking his drink and refusing to meet his friend’s eyes.

“Oh no, what happened?” Bucky sighed,. moving closer and placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. The blonde pulled away and shot him a glare.

“Nothing happened,” he spat. Bucky frowned, before grimacing.

“She didn’t show up?” he asked, sadly, voice dropping to be more empathetic. Steve let out a another huff, and as he was about to retaliate, and tell Bucky to mind his own God damn business, you waltzed into the room. However, it didn’t hold the same spring in your step like usual, and Steve didn’t let this go unnoticed: and neither did Bucky. Instead, he watched with a frown as you shot Steve an almost nervous smile, got your drink, and vanished.

“Okay, what happened?” Bucky snapped, once your footsteps had fallen out of ear-shot.

“What are you talking about, Buck?” Steve groaned, downing his drink to make his escape quicker. Bucky grabbed his best pal’s bicep and rose a brow.

“I mean, she comes in here looking like a deflated balloon, doesn’t say a word to either of us, and doesn’t give you her movie quote trivia question,” Bucky reeled, waiting to gauge his friend’s reaction. Steve sighed, staring at his feet.

“Well, we were watching the movies. And she had her head in my lap. And then she started crying, cause of the movie, and sat up. So, long story short, I nearly kissed her,” he admitted, with a slight blush, and a defeated look clear in his eyes. Bucky broke out into a smile.

“That’s great! that’s so great! So, then what?” he wondered, like a child eager to see what happens next in a movie. But Steve instead shrugged, before glancing up.

“I didn’t kiss her and she bolted.” Steve admitted, broken tone seeping through and making its way into Bucky’s ears. His shoulders sagged, and he frowned at his friend. “I just, I don’t know! I got overwhelmed and I haven’t kissed someone in so long!” he ranted, staring into his friend’s orbs with a pleading look. Bucky gave a sad smile in reply, and rubbed Steve’s arms up and down in comfort.

“You gotta kiss her, Stevie. She’s perfect for you, and she clearly likes you. Why do you think she never quizzes me?” he chuckled, and Steve met his eyes.

“I missed my chance, Buck,” he grumbled. Bucky laughed, shaking his head.

“Don’t do that again. You never got to take Peggy out, don’t do it another time.”

***

***

You sat on your bed, fingers brushing through the book Wanda had recommended - and you’d buried your nose in straight away. Your moment of serene silence was interrupted by a knock on your door.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, stop the music please,” you spoke, placing the book down after “dog-earing” the page. You jumped off the large comforter, moving to the door and opening it to see a tall, broad shoulder super soldier. He breathed out a sigh upon seeing your face. It wasn’t upset, or angry, but more questioning.

“Steve,” you said, a little aghast. He smiled, before sticking his hands in his pocket. “What can I do for you?”

“i need to tell you something,” he said, and something about his tone was almost grave and unsettling. You nodded, stepping to the side to let him into the room, as your heart beat picked up. you then let the door swing closed, and you turned to see him pacing a little, in the middle open space of your corner of the world.

“Stevie, is everything-”

“Don’t. I just, I need to tell you this,” he said, holding a hand up to cut you off. Then, his fingers dug into his jean’s pocket, and he lifted out a folded square of paper. You held your breath, heart pulsing in your ears, as you rung your hands together and waited for him to start.

“Y/N,  I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.” he said, voice shaking a little, and your heart lept. Dirty Dancing. “Because, the truth is, you had me at hello,” he continued, not daring to look up to see your reaction. Jerry Maguire. “I think you should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how,” he almost admitted, through the infamous lines of Gone with the Wind, and you felt a smile taking over your dainty features. His shoulder��s weren’t as tense, and his voice was calmer, as he knew the words held meaning that he couldn’t explain. “They say, when you meet the love of your life, time stops. And that’s true.” Big Fish. “And, when I’m with you, Y/N. Time does stop. And I don’t know why I didn’t kiss you last night, because I was going to. And I’m sorry for making you think I wouldn’t ever want to, because I do.”

Steve finally took in some air, before glancing up to meet your eyes. He held the paper in his shaking hands, though he didn’t need to read them any longer. You were smiling, the beams from it brighter than those from the sun, and he wanted to catch them in a jar and save for a rainy day. He took a step closer to you, and you decided to let him come to you, the same way he tried to last night.

“I’ve come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours,” he chuckled nervously, coming closer to you with every short step taken. You bit down on your lip, nodding to the words originally spoken from Sense & Sensibility. His pale hand took yours, and you looked up to meet his blue orbs that stared into your soul: oh how you wanted to drown in them.

“And you don’t have to feel the same way. I’m not expecting you to say anything. You can tell me to leave, and I’ll leave. But, if you want to give this a shot: so do I. And if it doesn’t work out…well, in all honesty, it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” Steve breathed against your lips, forehead almost pressing against your own. His eyes bore into yours, and he waited for you to push him away.

But instead, your lips curved into a smile, and you remarked, “The Fault in our Stars: I didn’t think you’d seen that movie.” And with that, he pressed his lips against yours. You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer with a smile, before titling your head to deepen the kiss. He was now grinning against your lips, causing you to chuckle from the odd sensation. Pulling away reluctantly, from lack of air, he looked at your blushing face.

“Now that, Steve, should be a famous movie quote,” you smirked, before pressing your swollen lips to his own once more.

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Don’t Dream It’s Over Chapter 9

Series Summary: Liam and Ali thought that their relationship was perfect, but their whole world came crashing down when Constantine called him back to Cordonia. Four years later they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party, determined to make things between them work even if it isn’t always easy.

In this AU, Liam and MC (Ali Moonessar) dated for a year in New York while Leo was still crown prince. They broke up when Constantine asked Liam to come back to Cordonia, but they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party before the social season. The story will contain flashbacks, which will be italicized, of their relationship and follow them as they try to navigate the season with Ali as a suitor. I’ve messed around with the timeline a bit so that it fits the story better. I’ve also added in a few OCs of my own.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Ali Moonessar)

Word Count: 4,401

DISCLAIMER: I’ve changed up the timeline of the social season a bit to fit my story better. I’ve based it off of some research I did on the British Social Season. Some of the dialogue, especially Olivia’s, was taken directly from Book 1 Chapter 3 with a few changes made to fit my story. Olivia is one of my favorite characters, but for the sake of the story I’ve written her the way she was at the beginning of the game so that we can see her open up to MC later.

Taglist: @flowerpowell​, @kingliam2019, @ao719, @emceesynonymroll, @hopefulmoonobject, @dcbbw, @qammh-blog, @liamxs-world, @drakesensworld, @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction, @timmagickfrog-deactivated201908, @lauradowning29

A/N: This is my first time ever posting a fic. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and would like to read more. I thrive on validation, lol. Thanks for reading!

Catch Up: Masterlist

Ali could feel the eyes on her as she made her way down the large staircase. One of her hands held her mask over her face, and the other held the side of her dress up away from her feet. She was focusing on not tripping harder than she should have had to and tried her best to keep her breathing even as she met Maxwell at the bottom of the stairs. 

“That was great!” Maxwell said, holding his arm out to her.

He began to lead her around the room, stopping every few minutes to introduce her to some noble or another. Ali greeted everyone she met with polite smiles and tried her best to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She could tell that they all recognized her from the bachelor party photos, but they at least managed to hold back their questions, if not their judgmental stares. Maxwell disentangled their arms and pulled out his phone as they began to walk away from the countess of a place Ali couldn’t remember the name of.

“I have to go talk to Bertrand for a second, so just mingle,” he said, looking down at the text message he had just received from his brother.

“Mingle! I don’t know how to mingle!” she said back. 

“You’ll be fine. I know it, now go!” he said, pushing her forward. 

She scanned the room, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she tried to figure out what to do. There were a few people that Maxwell had already introduced her too, but she didn’t feel comfortable enough talking to any of them on her own. She spotted Hana across the room standing with a few other ladies and made her way over to them. 

“Hello again!” 

“Hey,” Ali said, mentally scolding herself for being so socially awkward. 

“So what do you think of the masquerade?” Hana asked.

“I’ve never been to an event like this so it’s a bit intimidating, but also wonderful at the same time,” she admitted.

“I’m glad you think so. I think you’ll fit in well here.”

“I’m sure galas like this are probably second nature to you at this point,” Ali said conversationally.

“When you’ve been to as many as I have they can lose their charm, unless you find the right companions!” she said, a kind smile on her face. 

Hana caught someone’s eye across the room and excused herself, once again leaving Ali alone. She had just spotted Drake and was about to walk over when a young woman in a black dress approached her. 

“Lady Alison?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s me,” Ali said, lowering her mask so that she could properly have a conversation with her. 

“It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Elizabeth but you can call me Lizzie.” 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Lizzie,” she said politely. 

“Oh, right, sorry. You’re probably wondering who I am,” she said with a laugh.

“I’m Ben’s twin sister. I’m one of Liam’s suitors, too. They’ve both told me all about you!” 

“Oh! I didn’t know he had a twin. But, I’ve also only met him once, so we haven’t had much time to talk.”

Elizabeth had a genuinely nice energy about her, and Ali found herself immediately comfortable around her. It was the same way she had felt with Maxwell. 

“Of course he wouldn’t mention his twin sister. It’s not like we shared a womb or anything,” she joked, causing the two of them to laugh, “So how are you feeling?”

“A little nervous. This is a lot to take in. But, I am excited,” Ali responded, feeling as if she could speak honestly.

“That’s good. I’m sure you’re excited to see Liam.”

“Oh-um. Yeah, I am,” Ali fumbled with her words awkwardly and fought back a smile. 

Even though Lizzie seemed nice, she wasn’t sure if it would be weird or not to talk about Liam to another one of the suitors. 

“Oh, don’t worry, Liam and I have an arrangement,” she said, when she noticed Ali’s discomfort.

“Arrangement?” 

“As you know, each of the noble houses are supposed to put forth a suitor, so being an unmarried woman in my twenties means that I’m expected to join the season,” she began with a roll of her eyes, “But, I have no interest in Liam. Growing up he was always like a brother to me, and even if I did see him romantically, I could never be with a man who was in love with someone else.”

A bush crept onto Ali’s face at the suggestive smirk the other woman gave her. 

“So, Liam and I spoke, and we agreed to show as little interest in each other as possible. Enough so that everyone will recognize that our house put forth a suitor, but too little for me to be anything remarkable or outstanding in the competition.”

“I know that it is a competition, but it still seems so strange to think of it that way,” Ali said. 

Lizzie furrowed her brows, and a sympathetic smile graced her elegant features. She had very expressive eyebrows.

“I know it must seem strange. Liam being a prince probably complicates things for you, but he seems to think that you’re indestructible and can handle anything, and I’ve learned the hard way that he’s almost always right,” she said. 

“I know! I hate that about him,” Ali said with a playful roll of her eyes. 

The two women laughed and continued speaking for a few minutes before being interrupted by Maxwell. 

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you,” he said, walking over to the two of them. 

He gave Lizzie a quick smile, and she shot him finger guns in return. Ali quickly realized that they would be extremely fun to hang out with at the same time. 

“The Prince is here. I hope you’re ready to greet him,” Maxwell said. 

He led the two of them over to the line of women waiting to see Liam, and Ali closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath in attempts to calm her nerves. As they waited in line, Ali was once again taken aback by the whole situation. There so many women here. She wasn’t sure how many of them were actually suitors, but that didn’t make the situation any less intimidating. They were all tall, slim, and beautiful. Ali definitely stuck out when she was grouped in with them. Liam could truly have anyone he wanted to be his wife, but for some reason he still wanted her here, and she couldn’t figure out why.

Liam’s thoughts, however, were the complete opposite to hers. He greeted the people who approached him with a smile, but he only had eyes for her. He had caught a glimpse of her from across the room, and that alone had been enough to get his pulse racing. His breath caught in his throat as she stepped toward him.

“Prince Liam,” she said with a playful smile. 

“Ali, you look…” he trailed off, trying to find the right words.

“Wow, that bad, huh?” she teased. 

Liam smiled and brought her hand up to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. He lowered their hands, but did not loosen his grip.

“You look beautiful. How are you?” 

Ali sighed. 

“I’m not going to lie to you. I’m kind of tired of people asking me that question. That’s the third time tonight,” she said. 

Although there was a playful edge to her voice, Liam could tell that a part of her was serious.  

“How are you? I know none of this is new to you, but it’s probably still a lot to take in. I mean, everyone is here for you tonight,” she asked, genuinely concerned. 

A soft smile grace Liam’s features, and he squeezed her hand tighter in his. Ali had been the only person tonight to ask him about his feelings. He probably would have been surprised by the question if he didn’t know her so well. Before he could answer, however, someone cleared their throat loudly behind him. Bastien, who had been standing a few feet behind Liam, subtly nodded at their connected hands and Liam was forced to let go. 

“We really aren’t in New York anymore,” Ali said sadly. 

“No, we’re not.”

“I hope you enjoy your night, Liam,” she said, bowing her head in respect and stepping back.

He gave her one last smile and turned to meet the next person in line. 

“He looked so happy,” Maxwell beamed when she had returned to his side. 

“Yeah, he did. So what now?” she asked. 

“I know you’ve already met Lizzie, and I saw you talking to Hana earlier, but what you really need to do is spend time with some of the other suitors. They’re your competition, but you may be able to make some of them your allies,” he said.

This was the second time tonight that she was reminded that this was actually a competition. Something about the fact that they were competing for Liam’s affections didn’t completely sit right with her. 

“Right, I guess I can do that. Wish me luck,” she said. 

She walked outside to where Hana and the other ladies were getting drinks from an ornate table display. She shot a quick smile at Charlie, who had been standing nearby with another member of the guard, and he winked as she walked by. 

“So, you’re the one that everyone’s talking about.” 

“Here we go,” Ali mumbled to herself, as she approached the red-haired woman who had just spoken. 

She faked a smile and tried to keep an even voice. 

“Yeah, I guess that’s me. I’m Ali,” she said, smiling at her and the other ladies.

She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, taking her in curiously and in disbelief.

“I’m Lady Olivia Vanderwall Nevrakis, Duchess of Lythikos,” she said, looking her up and down. 

“It’s nice to meet you Lady Olivia.”

Ali didn’t know very much about Olivia. The only thing she was sure about was that she and Liam were close childhood friends. 

“Yes, it’s very nice to meet you as well. You know, I remember the first time Liam left you in New York. He was so heartbroken when he returned home, but I made sure to keep him distracted,” she said with a smirk, “What I can’t figure out is why he didn’t leave you there this time.”

Ali was completely taken aback by how nasty her words were.

“Excuse me?” she said, still shocked. 

“I mean, you should know by now that regardless of what happened between you two in the past, you don’t really have a chance with him. You may have been able to keep his attention when it was just the two of you, but you can’t keep up with all of the ladies here,” Olivia said. 

“I’m sure that all of the ladies here are amazing and talented, but I’m also confident in my own abilities,” Ali said calmly and in what she hoped was a convincing voice. 

Her self-confidence had been diminishing all afternoon, and she may not have much at the moment, but she knew how to fake it. She had been able to do so believably as well because Olivia seemed to be further irritated by her words.

“We’re from the finest families in Europe, and we’ve been preparing our whole lives to marry a prince. You can’t just waltz in here at the last minute and steal him from us. Kiara here is the daughter of a diplomat and fluent in ten languages,” she said, gesturing to a woman with brown skin and shiny black hair.

“Penelope can track her lineage back through six hundred years of royalty,” she said, gesturing to another woman with dark hair in a navy blue dress.

“It’s an honor to represent my people here,” Penelope said. 

“Even Hana’s been training to learn the courtly graces of conversation and seduction,” Olivia finished.

A mixture of confusion and gratitude crossed Hana’s face as if she were surprised to hear Olivia’s praise and not sure if it was actually a compliment. 

“If anyone’s got the inside track with Prince Liam, it’s you, Olivia. You’ve known him his entire life,” Penelope spoke up. 

A satisfied smile crossed Olivia’s face as if she had been waiting for someone to mention this since the beginning of the conversation. 

“It’s true. We grew up together, and before his older brother abdicated, it was just assumed that Liam and I would be married one day. I have no intention of losing him to you,” she said, still smiling. 

Ali knew that Olivia was trying her best to get under her skin, and so far she was succeeding. But, there was no way in hell that she was about to show her that. She knew that Liam had never had romantic feelings for Olivia while they were growing up, so her comment about them getting married before Leo abdicated was completely false. Or at least that was what Liam had told her back then. After her earlier comment about keeping him distracted when he came home, Ali had been wondering if their relationship had changed. 

“Although, if we’re being honest, those pictures did make it seem that Ali and the prince are very close, Olivia. Maybe even closer than the two of you,” Kiara said.

Ali clenched her jaw at the mention of the pictures, and Olivia tensed at Kiara’s implication that her relationship with Liam wasn’t serious. 

“Liam and I have been close since we were children. I doubt the short-lived fling he had with some American commoner could ever compare to that,” she said, straightening her spine and holding her head high. 

Ali wanted to comment that a year long relationship and four years of pining after each other wasn’t considered a short-lived fling, but she didn’t think it was appropriate to reveal that much of their relationship. It was obvious that everyone here had some idea of their relationship, but they didn’t need any details.

“I don’t doubt the closeness of your relationship, Olivia. Liam always spoke so fondly of you,” she said. 

“He has?” Olivia seemed shocked for a second, but she quickly recovered and plastered a smirk on her face, “I mean- of course he has.”

“Oh, yeah! He always said you were like a sister to him,” Ali said, an exaggeratingly sweet smile on her face. 

Olivia sputtered for a second, her entire face going red. She took a deep breath and smiled once again. However, this time it was easy to see the malice behind it. 

“You may be confident now, but I’m sure you’ll learn your place here eventually,” she said.

“And where do you think my place here is exactly?” Ali asked, her left hand was clenched into a fist at her side, but she made sure not to raise her voice. 

“Oh, somewhere below Penelope and Kiara, but you know what? Probably above Hana. Though I’m surprised Hana’s here at all after what I heard about her last attempt at an engagement,” Olivia said, happily. 

Hana’s jaw dropped, and Ali felt terrible at the turn of events. She didn’t think that provoking Olivia would turn her against someone else.

“Olivia!” Hana exclaimed angrily.

“We all know that your family will throw you at any available bachelor if it means you can climb another rung on the social ladder. But, honestly, it’s a bit much to expect Prince Liam to accept ‘damaged goods’,” Olivia said vindictively. 

Ali watched as Hana’s face turned red and her eyes filled with tears. 

“Excuse me,” she said, turning her head and making to walk away. 

“Olivia, you’re acting like a child, not a queen. If that’s the way you carry yourself I wouldn’t trust you with child proof scissors, let alone a kingdom,” Ali said. 

Hana, who had stopped a few paces away when she began talking, shot her a grateful smile and continued on. Olivia’s face had dropped completely as she frantically searched for something to say. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m going after Hana.” 

Ali caught Charlie’s eye as she approached the door leading into the palace and stopped briefly as she walked by him. 

“How bad do you think I messed that up,” she mumbled under her breath so only he could hear.

“Messed it up? Babe, that was brilliant,” he whispered back, a large smile on his face as he nodded her along.

Ali smiled, glad that Liam’s friends were both kind and supportive of her. She quickly followed after Hana, knocking softly on the door she had disappeared behind. 

“Hey, I thought you could use a friend, and maybe a hug,” she said, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her.

Hana smiled sadly as a few tears fell down her cheeks. She leaned into Ali’s arms for a moment before pulling away and wiping at her eyes. The two took a seat next to each other on the bed, and Ali’s shoulders slumped as she hung her head. She was completely ashamed of her actions. 

“I also wanted to apologize,” she began, “I never thought that provoking Olivia would cause her to lash out at you. She just got under my skin, and I didn’t think before I spoke. You never should have gotten hurt because of that.” 

“I don’t blame you. Olivia has a way of doing that. She was probably going to bring it up eventually anyway. The problem is that she’s right,” Hana said, still sniffling slightly.

Hana proceeded to tell her about the groom pulling out of her previous engagement and her parents’ attempts to find her another husband.

“I thought I was far away enough that I could escape my past, but it looks like the rumors have followed me here. I guess you know a thing or two about rumors, too,” she said. 

“Yeah, and I was worried about that coming into this. I was worried about a lot of things coming into this, but earlier today I realized that I’m already here, you are too. So, we should just make the best of it,” Ali said.

“You’re right. I still just wish that Olivia hadn’t said that in front of everyone,” she replied. 

“I’m sorry that she did. But, I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to open up to me personally. Besides, Olivia saying something vindictive doesn’t take away from what a great person you are,” she said truthfully. 

“You haven’t known me for very long. What makes you think that I’m a good person,” Hana asked, wiping away a few more tears. 

“Let’s just call it a feeling. You saw me in the boutique and realized who I was, but you didn’t judge me or say anything impolite. You didn’t ask any inappropriate questions or make assumptions. You were nice and offered to help me. Then, earlier I told you I was nervous, and instead of tearing me down further, you encouraged me. You’re a good person, Hana, and no one can take that away from you.”

“Thank you for saying that and for listening,” Hana said, smiling genuinely for the first time since they separated from the other ladies. 

The two shared one last hug, and Hana retouched her makeup quickly before they returned back to the ballroom together. Maxwell greeted Hana with a polite smile before pulling Ali away.

“Liam’s been looking for you. He’s speaking to Lady Penelope right now, but you should try to get a dance in with him,” he said quietly. 

Ali walked over to where the two of them stood and caught the end of their conversation. 

“Excuse me, may I cut in?” she asked politely.

“If you must.”

“Did she say fifth golden poodle statue?” she whispered incredulously as the other woman walked away.

“Yes, she did,” he said, repressing a laugh as he led her to the middle of the dancefloor. “Penelope has a bit of an affinity for poodles.”

Ali decided against commenting, not wanting to judge the other woman without knowing her. She got into the waltzing position and smiled at him nervously.

“Liam, I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not the best at waltzing. I think I drove Bertrand crazy while he was trying to teach me. You’re also a lot taller than Maxwell,” she said as they got into position and she realized how high she had to lift her arm to rest her hand on his shoulder. 

“Just follow my lead,” he said, reassuringly. 

As the orchestra began to play she could feel eyes on her back and stiffened her body. 

“Just relax,” he said again.

Liam began to seamlessly guide her across the ballroom, and she matched all of his steps easily. 

“I guess I was just dancing with the wrong partner,” she said, surprised at how well everything was going.

“Yes. In my experience, the person you’re dancing with can make all the difference in the world.”

He continued to lead her across the room, and before she knew it, he was waltzing her out of a set of french doors that led to an unoccupied balcony. 

“Smooth moves, Your Highness,” she said with a laugh.

He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head on his chest as they stared out at the palace grounds in front of them. 

“It’s so beautiful here,” she mumbled.

“Yes, it is. The gardens… they were my mother’s vision,” he trailed off, a melancholy smile gracing his features.. 

Ali squeezed him tighter and smiled up at him. 

“I never stopped to think about how I would feel being here today without her.” 

“And how do you feel?” she asked, moving away so that she could properly look at his face but still staying close enough for his arms to remain around her. 

“It makes me want this for us all that much more. My father has had three chances at love. Once with Leo’s mother, then with mine, and now with Regina. All I want is one,” he said looking down at her with love in his eyes. 

Liam leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. 

“These gardens do bring back good memories as well,” he said, now smiling cheerfully again. 

“Oh, yeah?”

“One summer when I was eight, my father decided to throw me into the rigors of governing. He made me sit through hours of meetings for three weeks straight until I finally couldn’t take another minute. So, I decided to liberate myself. Drake and I stole a monster supply of chocolate from the kitchens, and we hid out in the gardens. We spent the evening making up games in the garden. Our best one was maze-tag,” he said. 

“Let me guess. You played tag in the maze?” she laughed. 

“It wasn’t the most cleverly named, but it could be quite fun. You lost if you were ‘it’ by the time the other person got to the center of the maze. We played until we were exhausted and finally used the last of our energy to climb up a tree. A tree that we promptly fell asleep in.”

“Oh, no!” she said, already figuring out how this story would end. 

“I only woke up when I fell off of a branch and landed flat on my back, swearing up a storm,” he said, laughing. 

“I bet little Liam and little Drake were adorable. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any pictures of you as a child.”

“I’m sure Leo would be thrilled to remedy that,” he groaned.

Ali looked up at him with a smile. It felt nice to be with him again, but she knew that they couldn’t stay away from the ball for too long.

“We should get back,” she said softly. 

“I wish I could stay with you longer.” 

A wicked smile crossed her features, and he furrowed his brows in response. 

“The ball’s almost over. Meet me at the entry to the maze in twenty minutes?” she asked. 

“Why do I feel like Bastien’s job is about to become much harder?” he said, smiling just as widely. 

He waltzed her back into the ballroom and curtsied to him as the music ended. He smiled at her mischievously as they parted, and Ali was going to walk off of the dancefloor when Constantine approached her. 

“Lady Alison, may I have this dance,” he asked, as the chords to the last song of the night began to play. 

“Of course, Your Majesty,” she said in shock, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her back onto the middle of the dancefloor. 

Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and she saw Liam shoot them a questioning look. People were muttering excitedly around them, but she tried to tune them out as she and Constantine fell into an easy waltz. 

Constantine had a relaxed smile on his face and did not speak for a few moments. He simply led her around the room, and she tried her best to match his movements without letting her nerves get the best of her. 

“You are a very good dancer,” he finally complimented. 

“Thank you, sir. I’m sure the Duke of Ramsford would be elated to hear you say that,” she said with a smile. 

Constantine laughed good-naturedly. 

“I am pleasantly surprised at how well you carried yourself tonight. Anyone would assume that you came from noble blood. I’m also impressed that you didn’t let Madeleine fluster you at dinner last night,” he continued conversationally. 

“Thank you, sir. Being a leader is about handling the unexpected without being thrown off balance. It shows weakness if you can’t do that, and I have no intention of doing so. Especially when that was what the both of you were expecting from me,” she said, with a smirk. 

She had only met Constantine once, but she already felt as if she could read him to some degree. He smiled at her genuinely this time.

“Am I that easy to figure out?” he asked, amused.

“I know a thing or two about intimidation tactics,” she responded. 

The music came to an end, and she curtsied to the king before straightening up again. 

“I look forward to seeing more of you,” he said, as they parted ways.

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Tuggoffelees headcanon please.

screaming because I get to gush about my boys

ahem thank you gracious anon

buckle up my dude, because this is gonna be a long one (basically because I have been WAITING for someone to ask me about this so bless you)

- Misto and Victoria were found by Bustopher in an alley one night, all alone. He took them in as his niece and nephew, and the two love their uncle.

- A few months after finding them, Bustopher brought Misto and Victoria to the Junkyard to introduce them to the Jellicles. 

Old Deuteronomy and Gus were the only ones who knew about the kittens because ofc those three are best friends.

Victoria instantly becomes best friends with Rumpleteazer as soon as she meets her, and Bustopher regrets everything

Misto isn’t too sure about everything, so he stays at his uncle’s side and doesn’t really interact with any of the kittens. 

Then Tugger sees him and it’s just bam Tugger’s a goner and he’s not even of age yet.

Misto isn’t sure what to think of when the excitable (and kind of cute) Maine Coon suddenly bounds up to him and starts talking a mile a minute, but it’s nice not to be pressured into talking, so he just listens. 

- Misto and Victoria move into the Junkyard with Bustopher’s encouragement, because Macavity’s slowly becoming more of a presence in the city and he doesn’t want them to get hurt.

- Tugger is ELATED because yay he gets to hang out with the pretty black kitten and become his best friend.

Misto is surprised by his excitement to be friends, but Tugger doesn’t just talk and talk, he also listens and is okay when Misto doesn’t want to talk, so maybe being friends wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. 

- Misto is still a little wary of the Junkyard, so he sticks with Victoria and, to the surprise of the tribe, Tugger.

- As time goes on, Misto is still quiet, and really only talks openly to Victoria, Old D, and Tugger.

- A few months later, after he comes of age, Misto is taken in found by a young woman, who brings him back to her home, and when Misto returns to the Junkyard with a thin, shiny collar around his neck, Bustopher is beaming with pride. 

Tugger is nervous, because Misto getting a human means that he won’t see him as much, but Misto talks to him later about how nice his girl is, and he not-so-subtly drops hints at how it’s just the two of them, and how her home feels so empty and much too quiet. 

Tugger returns to the Junkyard the next week with a spiked collar and a spring in his step, Misto beside him. 

Munkustrap almost has a heart attack when he sees his brother with a collar.

- Tugger’s the only one who knows about Misto’s magic. Him, Victoria, and Bustopher. 

Tugger finding out was an accident.

There was a break-in near the window of their girl’s home, and Misto zapped him in defense without thinking. The robber didn’t know what happened, but he ran off anyway, and Tugger was just in awe of Misto because he thought he couldn’t get any more perfect and yet? he did?

Misto was terrified because of the hatred that Tugger had for Macavity, but Tugger reassured him and he began to practice with him so Misto could get more control over his power. 

- As the years go on, literally the ENTIRE tribe can tell that those two idiots are head-over-heels for each other, except those two idiots.

“They have the same human, Dem! They den right next to each other! Bustopher even said he approves! THEY SHARED THEIR THIRD NAMES! I’m going to lock them up together.” “No, you won’t, Straps.” “If they don’t realize it by the next Ball I might.”

Yeah, Munkustrap is 100% supportive of Misto and Tugger, but he has to put up with his brother being oblivious, and Misto not being able to talk about how he feels. 

Misto isn’t too sure what to call the butterflies he feels whenever Tugger gushes over his magic or the pit in his stomach whenever Tugger flirts with the queens or the happiness he feels when Tugger curls around him in front of the fire during the winter or the strange comfort that comes from knowing that his Name is Maynard.

Tugger isn’t too sure what to call the excitement he feels when he’s the one to make Misto laugh or the pride he feels knowing that he’s one out of three cats that Misto feels comfortable enough to talk openly with or the thrill he gets from watching Misto practice his magic or the utter feeling of home he feels when Misto tells him his Name is Quaxo.

- It all came forward the night of the Ball when Grizabella returned and Macavity attacked. 

Neither one was expecting anything to happen that night, but Bomba had a plan, and she brought in the rest of the kittens, who were more than willing to make sure that Tugger was happy with Misto.

There was a lot more squealing and fawning over Tugger that night during his song by all the queens, including Victoria, which made Misto more than a little annoyed, especially when Plato was only amused at his future mate’s actions. 

Misto was shocked when Tugger dropped Bomba, and while she was slightly annoyed, Bomba was more excited that her plan was working.

Then Grizabella showed up, and only Misto knew about Tugger’s feelings about his mother, and he could barely get through Bustopher’s song because all he wanted to do was run to Tugger and hug him and make sure he was okay and oh that’s what that feeling is

After his uncle’s song, Misto and Tugger sat with each other until Old D’s song, both trying to get the nerve to confess to the other, but they couldn’t.

Misto was trying very hard not to laugh during the Pekes and the Pollicles when Tugger played the bagpipes, but the look on Munkustrap’s face, as well as the looks Tugger kept shooting him made it extremely difficult for the magical cat to keep it together. 

Then Tugger was too late asking Misto to dance with him, and Misto saw him curled with Bomba, and his heart broke just a little bit.

Bomba basically told Tugger to get his head out of his ass and tell Misto, because she’s sick of seeing them dance around each other and if they don’t, then Munkustrap will lock them up together and they’ll definitely give the poor tom an aneurism if something doesn’t happen soon.

Then Grizabella shows up again, and Skimble’s song happens, and the two toms hide behind the old car together, sitting in silence. Both want to tell the other, but Macavity strikes and Old D is gone. It helps to be able to speak without needing words as they look at one another and make a decision.  

Misto thought Tugger would just tell the tribe about his magic, but then he hears Tugger singing his praises to the Heaviside Layer, and he can’t contain his smile, and Tugger can’t contain his pride and adoration, and Munkustrap is just so relieved that it’s finally happening. 

Misto brings back Old D, and the Ball ends, and there was so much excitement, but Tugger knows Misto like the back of his paw, and even though he’s acting upbeat and happy as the other cats rush up to him and swarm him, Tugger can see the exhaustion in his eyes. Luckily, Munkustrap notices as well, and he asks Tugger to bring Misto to his den to make sure he sleeps.

- Tugger brings Misto back to his den, and the two simply sit and look at each other with no interruptions. 

Tugger is the first to confess, and it’s an awkward, stuttered mess that has Misto falling in love with him even more because it’s completely adorable seeing him stumble and struggle to find the right words. It also makes Misto feel a spark of excitement knowing that he’s the only cat who can make Tugger act like that.

Misto tells Tugger he loves him in the gentlest voice with the softest smile and Tugger is blinded for a moment because how can such a perfect cat love him? 

The two can’t help but laugh as they think back over the years and how oblivious they were, and Tugger loves how Misto blushes after he tells him that he fell for him as soon as he saw him. 

- Needless to say, they were inseparable afterward. 

Munkustrap is relieved and Dem and Bomba just laugh and hug them both.

Victoria is ecstatic for her brother, and Bustopher gives Tugger a shovel talk that makes Tugger realize that he is not a cat to be trifled with.

Old D gives them both his blessing and Misto and Tugger happily return home to their girl, who can tell that something has changed but she’s not sure what, but Eclipse and Leo are happier, so she’s not complaining.

- Tugger and Misto dance together at the next Ball, and neither stops smiling the rest of the night. 

After the Ball, and after everyone has gone to sleep, they sneak away and lie underneath the stars, just the two of them. 

- They’re fiercely protective of each other, but they also trust each other. The entire tribe knows how in love the two toms are, so when Bomba flirts with Tugger, or the kittens squeal over him, it’s all in good fun, and Misto just watches with an amused smile, because he knows that when the fawning is finished, Tugger will always be at his side, and they’ll curl up on the car hood under the sun. 

[astxriism]

Blood Moon Rising

Title:  Pup

Featuring: Rowan & Luna, Rowan & Angelica, Rowan & Leo (flashback)

Summary: Not a man, nor a beast but something more. When Rowan awakens to find himself thrust into a world hidden from him for years. Finding himself a part of a pack, and to uncover the mystery of his heritage and the two people that seemingly know him better then he knows himself. A prophecy on the verge of fullfilment; will Rowan be able to face this new life and the people in it? Or will his destiny be to much for him to bear?

A/N: So I made an outline ( a very messy outline) and I have a clear idea on where I want this to go. Since I had a couple of memes from saturdays meme day that went unanswered (from Elly and Di) This is me blending them together for this part and adding on to it.  Hopefully, it works lol. Also, I’ve sprinkled in some of my other npcs that I now have to add to my growing list of thought babies on my character page. So, I’ll be updating that as well. Did I mention I love AU! Okay, on with the show. @storybot​ post

Cure, Uptown New Orleans

There were a couple of places in Nola that offered good food and drink. Rowan had preferred to stay away from the hussle of high tourist areas. Drunken frat boys, wild hen nights and boob flashing wasn’t really his scene anymore; if it had been ever. Cure offered him the good drink and food he craved without all the hoopla of what New Orleans was known for; party city of the western world.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Rowan turned in his chair at the bar, looking at the man who took the seat next to him. Most people gave him a wide berth; tourist that happened upon him in the bar oftern didn’t stick around long because it was too ‘boring’. Locals, gave him a nod but mostly went about their business. Dark eyes ran over the man as he ordered a drink and asked for a menu.

He didn’t give off the appearance of someone unfamiliar to the area. But Rowan was sure he’d never seen him in the bar before. Six months, he lived in a small apartment near the french quarter. Six months he’d been coming to this bar. Seen many attractive men and women walk through the door, went home with a few of them too.

This man, was different.

“ My thoughts aren’t that intresting,” Rowan said.

The dark-haired man chuckled, turning his body towards Rowan. He liked his laugh, his was deep, resonating in his chest;  a slight huskyness to it.

“ I don’t know. Those frown lines on your forhead would say you have lots of ‘em.”

“Or I’m a natural brooder and I wake up like this.” he grinned.

The man shook his head, pointing a finger towards his own chest.  “ That would be me. I came out of my mother's womb with this scowl.”

Now Rowan laughed. He liked talking with him. Not just because he had the balls to approach him - because most didn’t. No, it went deeper than that. He had something, something that naturally drew him in. Tugging at the middle of his chest, leaving him feeling warm and safe in his presence. It should have been a warning sign, there was all sorts of strange and unexplainable things happening in this city. Happening around him, the reason why his memory was fractured and he couldn’t recall much— if any of his childhood. The people he came from, his family.

Solitude was all he knew, with the occasional dalliance here  and there. He had no family, no friends, no home. A tumble weed in a world that seemingly wanted nothing to do with him and always seemed to cut him off at the knees.

It should have been a warning sign, when he streched out his hand towards the stranger. He should have gotten up and left when he felt the jolt of electricity that ran up his arm when their hands met. He should have been nervous as a warmth spread through him, calming and alluring. Making him think of words like home. Instead, Rowan stayed seated, eyes on the other and spoke.

“Rowan Polat.”

The butterflies in his stomach took off, as a knowing smile appeared on the other man’s face.

“ Leo Ronan, it’s very nice to meet you Rowan.”

The Bayou, New Orleans (present)

“Watch out!”

The warning call was enough to pull Rowan out of his thoughts. His hand reaching out to catch the flying object just before it hit him in the face. A group of boys looking back at him wearily. Giving the closest, and seemingly younger boy a wink. Rowan tossed it over to him. Who smiled waving in thanks as he took off running ball firmly in hand as the others followed.

The party was still going, though now it was late afternoon. Apparently, they would stay here until night fall. Before making their way back towards the 7th ward. From what he could gather- and that wasn’t much-considering people were either intrested in drinking, eating, or they were busy trying to figure him out. Which left him confused and looking for the solitude he had lost.

Once he had his fill of ‘meeting the pack’. Rowan had found a tree and took refuge beneath it. Watched as Leo and Jude walked away arm in arm and that left him in even more of a sour mood. So, he nursed a botle of mead someone had made and sat down and people watched.

“ What crawled up your ass pup?”

Craning his head, at the woman that stopped a few feet ahead of him. Rowan decided to ignore her less then steller greeting and focused on one word.

“Pup?”

“Yeah, it’s what we call first-timers. You did shift for the frist time last night right?” she said, arms crossed over her chest.

“ I did, i just didn’t think everyone would be calling me pup. You, Leo, that group of dick heads over there.”

The woman’s eyes followed where Rowan gestured. Burly looking men,  a few feet away. Loud, obnoxious, and giving other people a hard time when ever they passed them.

“Ah yes, the goon squad.” she mused shaking her head.

“ Ignore Dale and is acolytes. Between the five of them, they can’t even fire off one brain cell. Let alone oporate 10% of their own.”

Rowan eyed her a moment before he started to laugh. She was funny, moody but funny.

“Guess I won’t go to them for a philosophical debate?”

She shook her head, “ Not unless that debate involves using your fist or teeth.”

Looking away from Dale and company, their eyes met. A simliar a quizzical look in her dark eyes. He was about to call her on it, before she took on a neutral expression almost bored look.

“Come on, I’ve got to take you to Angelica.”

“Who?”

Letting out an annoyed sigh she glared at him, “ Does it matter, Leo told me to take you to her so that’s what I’m doing.” she quipped “- don’t be difficult. I’m not in the mood .”

Turning she began to walk away from him. The petty side of him wanted to stay right were he was under his tree. But the need to do as he’s alpha said took over and he, reluctantly,  jogging up next to her.

“You aren’t going to tell me your name?”

She raised a brow, “ Is that a line? Cause it needs work.”

“ I just meant everyone has introduced themselves in some way. Even your buddy Dale.” he chuckled at the look of disgust on her face. “ So no name then. Should I call you grumpy? You look like a Grumpy or maybe bit-”

“Geez, Luna alright. My name is Luna.”

Rowan grinned bumbing her with his shoulder,  “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

“It was, and you’re annoying.” she huffed increasing her pace

Rowan was able to keep up easily enough, chuckling to himself. Was it to early to say that he liked Luna? He didn’t think so, it was a welcome change. While she might give off the vibe of ‘ leave me be or I'll cut you’.  Rowan found he liked her energy.  It didn’t take long before they were infront of a large tent closer to the woods. Luna turned back towards the other, jutting her chin towards the tent. 

“ Go on pup, she’s waiting for you.”

Rolling his eyes - because the whole pup thing was going to get old real quick. He moved towards the opening.

“And Rowan...”

His footsteps haulted; turning to face her once more. As she ran a hand through her dark hair she gave him a little shrug and smirked, “ Welcome to the pack.”

For his part, Rowan mimicked her smirked giving a nod of thanks before entering the tent. The inside was darker then he would have expected. Considering they were now in the hight of the afternoon. A few candles were ablaze on a table. A wooden bowl in the center surrounded by the candles.  Rowan frowned as he entered. His eyes landing of the figure in the far corner. She wore a long flowy dress, bracelets clinking together as she worked on something. Dark curly hair sat high on her head as her caramel- mocha skin glisten in the candle light.

“ Angelica I take it.” he called .

His eyes continued to take in his surrounding. The collection of plants and bottles strewn around the diffrent surfaces.  When she finally turned around, he was met with the grey -blue eyes he had seen earlier with Leo, albeit briefly.

“ I am,” smiling softly; extending her arm towards the table and the pillow chair in the center. Rowan took the cue ,and made his way towards the table. It took him a minute to get comfortable. Sitting with his legs crossed and pulled under him. Resting his elbows on his knees as he watch her, effortlessly, take the seat opposite of him.

Angelica placed a knife next to the bowl in the center of the table. Her eyes never leaving his. A part of him, was wondering what was different about her. She was different, not like the others in the pack, more like him. Not that he could pinpoint how. Something akin to outer worldly in her eyes.  For the first time, he felt a little on edge under her watchful gaze.

A knowing smile graced her lips, and Rowan was sure that she could feel his apperhension.

“May I have your hand please?”

He raised a brow, eyes drifting towards the knife, “ Why?”

She giggled, “You have a lot of questions Rowan, and not all of them will be answered in a day. All I ask is for you to trust me, can you do that?”

No. He didn’t want to trust her. He shouldn’t trust her. Look where trusting a beautiful face got him. Rowan trusted Leo, a man he hadn’t known only spending a couple of hours with him.   Now he was a werewolf, surrounded by people he didn’t know but  did. His life turned upside down and he had the sickening feeling that his life was only going to become more topsyturvy as time went on.

Even with everything in him crying for Rowan to get up and run, run and never look back. Damn it if he didn’t feel some kind of security with this woman. So, he stretched out his hand towards her. Shivering as soft, gentle hands took hold of his.

Rowan watched as she looked over his palm. Her digits dancing across the lines indented in them. Whispering words underher breath that even with his improved hearing he couldn’t quite make out. It was a diffrent language though. French, Creole?

“Latin,” she supplied her eyes still on his hand.

Okay, that wasn’t creepy.

“Isn’t that a dead language?”

“It’s only dead to the people who no longer use it.” she giggled again reaching for the knife. The wolf inside him was stirring and Rowan couldn’t help but fidget a little in his seat. When her steel eyes met his, he calmed his wolf ready to attack if need be.

“Trust me.” was all she said before she dragged her knife along his palm. His blood filling the bowl in front of them. The pain wasn’t so bad, but his hand did sting. When Angelica released him, he snatched his hand away, looking down to see how bad the damage was. But there was no damage, the cut was gone. All that remaind was slightly pink new flesh.

“How did yo-”

“You’re a werewolf now, we heal faster then most.” she grinned.  “Ignis.”

Brown eyes widen as the bowl that held his blood became inblazed with the reddish, orange flame in the center. He was in awe as he leaned closer towards the flame. Passing a hand through it, he didn’t know what he was expecting. A hologram, some sort of trick of the eye? But as he felt the heat against his flesh he knew it was real. Eyes widen in wonder, he looked up at a very amused face of Angelica.

“Who are you?”

Giving a rueful shake of her head, she flicked her wrist as the flap of the entrance opened up, casting in the afternoon light once more.  

“You’ll find out soon enough, mon cher.”

[lemonpika]

Idk if this is where I’m supposed to put the matchup request pls correct me if I’m wrong 😰😰 - [ ] I’ve never done one of these before so I’m kinda nervous 😟(pls bare with me I have no idea what I’m doing) So my name is Matti and my pronouns are they/them and I’m non-binary. I’m really just questioning rn but I have a HUGE preference for women (I’m a HUUGE simp for Armin though😋 I love him so much). I’m in my late teens and Im an ENTP. I’m a pretty nice person until people get on my nerves or don’t respect my boundaries. My humor is very sarcastic and mostly consists of saying the most out of pocket shit I can think of. I have really random vocal stims that change about every couple months or so and they are SO STUPID like I’ll being doing something completely unrelated and I’ll just go “MATERIAL GORWL🤪🤪”. I REALLY love the people I care about ( only my pets and fictional characters) and I love giving/making people random things, mostly flower bouquets or little sketches I think they would like. I ride horses competitively and I have a horse named Caesar (I call him my gay son) I like collecting crystals, doing art, catching bugs(moths and butterflies), playing video games, growing plants, making flower arrangements, and I sleep all the time. My sun sign is Gemini, my moon sign is Leo and my rising is Virgo. I’m generally a pretty impulsive person, I have ADHD and I really try to control my volume. I’m really self conscious about it and I’m not very comfortable with my body. I really want to be an architect so I’m really trying to do well in school but it’s pretty hard for me. My love languages are physical touch, gift giving, and words of affirmation. I’d like a partner who just likes to hangout with me and do little things like paint or bake together, someone who would like to listen to me ramble about my special interests this also goes the other way pls tell me about the things you like to and explains them in great detail trust me I WANT TO KNOW. I cant stand people who get really loud when they get angry or they yell at people, don’t even get me started on people who infantilize me bc or talk to me like I don’t understand things 😐🤚 like, stay away from me. I love learning about new things(as long as they aren’t math based or I don’t have a test on them or sumn) I really like learning about different rocks and crystals ,rock formations, the desert, or anything to do with contemporary style architecture. My favorite foods are usually just any basic meat WITH seasoning (god forbid you just put salt🤬) and I love drinking juice. I hope I put enough information I wanted it to be as accurate as possible without saying too much😰.

Hey matti!!! it's so nice to meet you :) <3

i was really stuck between shipping you with Ymir or Armin but I feel like you and Armin would be super compatible. He enjoys hanging out with you and listening to you talk to him about the things that you're so passionate about. He'd probably ask you to teach him how to paint and go on horseback riding dates with you.

His love languages are also physical touch and words of affirmation since he feels that those two things are what makes a relationship last. He'll gently reassure you that any of your present insecurities or stress will resolve itself and stroke your hair while you lay in his lap.

This boy would love you tender :)

matchups are open!

[astrolocherry]

My 12 Lives

Aries - A whole new world

In Pisces she wept and fell to sleep, a mermaid tail drifting in a sea by her side. All was calm, and then began the storm. A fireball in the sky, a new season, a new beginning, a hurricane to drop a child inside. From the storm the Aries was born, learning to walk and talk, forgetting the mermaid tail she took 12 lifetimes to sew. She looks for magic behind every corner, always expecting something astonishing and new. Through fierce suppression or taught shame, her spirit becomes poisonous, because she is a wild heart, free and untameable, as young as the spring, as pure as the wind. And she may hold violent secrets, or act of some destructive urge that sings a song of impulse. Instant self gratification is important, consuming the world is important. Everything seems so foreign as if nothing ever existed before she was born. Now she is in a world that seems to have forgotten her, a princess of the night through her last lifetime. Her scarlet aura conducting fires in the horizon, a child chasing shapes in the clouds. Twinkle twinkle little star now I know who you are

Taurus - Rest and Rectitude

It had all been so loud, so busy, so exhausting. Pushed from one frantic lifetime to the next, the Taurus woke up tired, her body seeming to be entwined with vines, her ears buzzing with the sound of wildlife. She walks through the forest to find hideaways opening just for her a priestess of the flowers, a mother to the earth, a reflection of pure beauty, an earthy Aphrodite. Her eyes glaze with the glassiness of still waves, her hair matted with herbs, it’s time to rest now, to flourish in a world that suddenly became soft to touch and delicious to taste. She could never truly cherish her surroundings before, life past through her in such a frenzied flash sometimes there are old anxieties that creep in, reminding her of chaos and carnage, hitting the walls of a palace she has built founded on integrity, diplomacy, and the laws of nature. She approaches the day with sleep still in her eyes, often relying on caffeine to adjust to human life. If she could flitter through life on natural time, she would sleep for days, and cherish the stillness of night

Gemini ~ Wings of a Butterfly

She cocooned herself into a flower bed last time around, like a chrysalis. The tired Taurus and a breath of fresh air was blown from heaven, the Gemini awoke, a butterfly with a golden helmet on her mind. Energy released in erratic form, the only way was to spiral upwards with the other winged creatures sending messages through ether, delighted at making sounds, twists and turns with words. Suddenly the mind leaves the body behind, she is a floating balloon Full of wonderful tales and facts and insights, illuminating the light behind her eyes when her mind is alive. And she can stay awake thinking for days, stimulated by internal conversation. Her responsibilities and plans can vanish, as if she has completely forgotten. She can find herself in a mess of paperwork and clothes, unable to escape the hold of her mind, deciding with one personality but in conflict with another, split memories of life revealing themselves untimely. And she can be chastised for her scattered mind, often forgetting the most basic of things yet she can keep you captivated for hours under the spell of conversation, whisking words in her mind like a magic maze, every age and time in a myriad of marvellous mental somersaults

Cancer - Timeless Woman

The incessant chatter of Gemini drifted into the back of her mind, turning into long conversations on the beach, the tide washing words with memories. In cancer time, every minute could be a moment, there is the possibility for growth, enlightenment, and meaning in every experience, the pinnacle events of life felt with a reverent glory, to marry, to love, to held, to be held, to be welcomed home, and be kissed as she leaves for the world. She is not bound indoors, but rather makes a presence and a home out of everything, constructing hideaways in secret fantasies and re illustrated memory. Before it was all about learning and squeezing facts out of life, now it is about withholding life, or giving birth to beautiful life, whether it be her own, a child, or something or someone she cherishes. People are stain glass windows to her lunar sculpted eyes, their feelings moving like colours, their psychic activity enveloping her like a heatwave. And you wonder why she can’t sleep, when its something her spirit so desperately needs. But your worry is her worry, and you give it to her while you fall asleep

Leo ~ Harlequin and Heroine

Wielding light at her command, this was a woman who formerly ruled the Moon. Illuminated from the heart, a golden child of the cosmos an heiress of the day, almost sick on sunbeads. The whole charade can be in disarray, born into a kingdom of chaos and neglect. Her howl is enough to spin the earth so the sun burns nearer feeling temperature creep into your chest, and that’s the feeling of her breath. Sun honey, a crown made of maple syrup whipped by stars. Before she had given life, and wept, and provided for. She taught to love and how to feel. And now she is all these sensations in her own side show riel A cast selected by the heavens. A script written by a royal soul. A child at heart forced to be an actress on a stage, garnering adornment and command, painting an image with colours drenched in soul tie-dye Tonight she fades away, but she comes to life on stage, or in your eyes, or lying with your heartbeat by her side. She feels music and cinema, she can see a part of herself in every character. Life fades as quick as fame

Virgo - Butterfly Mind

Sunburn punctures through her, a coursing burn shivers, her mind on fire, alive with anxiety and thoughts dancing in intricate design like butterflies. Charring burn down her tummy, more tension inside, stings on their wings, nervous sickness. The Leo spotlight was so loud and chaotic, the audience applause become deafening screeches in her ear, pride longing for the recognition. But the show has ended, and the Virgo has been left behind only a shadow for company in genius that has lost its mind. The show has ended and the only audience member remaining is the critic, ready to spit his words of venom, turning up the houselights and shining them right on pretend flaws. And the only way to leave was to get down on her knees, to begin repairing herself, to scrub the world clean. The celebration is over, and now she is stuck in her mind, desperately trying to settle a million anxious butterflies

Libra Lightshow

To be a perfect mannequin, oh that was the dream. As a Virgo she sewed threads until her lungs couldn’t exhale. But now she is the dreamer of dreams, the writer of romance novels, and the personification of art. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most loved by all? Libra is ruled by Venus, the Goddess of Beauty, sweet Aphrodite, rising from a watery clam into the airy clouds. This is where Libra dwells, painting the sky with her thoughts, dazzling like diamonds in the sun. With a pen feather in her hands she narrates the law of the land, reigning in on righteous justice and morality. Her body moves in harmonious symmetry, graceful, her expression warm and then glacial, for she is a woman born under the air swords, so intellect rules, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and the mind is the beholder, so sharpen your wit before you challenge her judgement, she may be vague when she enters the story she reads But she can be a woman scorned to those who threaten her allegiances or breed toxicity, the illusion and the glamor of a hall of mirrors, each face of a flower petal projecting through entrancing display. Daughter of the equinox, blessed with a cherubin face and allure, sorely misunderstood, she is not a flirter but a lover, a woman who finds parts of herself in everyone, parts of herself she longs to love, so she longs to love you, let her love you, it will be the most exquisite thing you ever do

Scorpio - Sea Siren

She plummeted from a jewel high in the sky, the cotton candy of Libra free falling into the bottom of the ocean. Surrounded by all sorts of strange creatures, sea entities wearing the faces of demons, fighting to survive, born inhaling poisonous water.  And so life seems like a swim upward, but the pressure so harsh, the voices of ghosts are only under the surface, surrounded by hollow mermaids, sailors who have lost their life, between two worlds, the alive and the passed. She learned to love in Libra, but now she is forced to love the darkness, to cherish the beasts in herself  that claw at the inside of her skin, to be an instrument of light infusing with shadow. The sun shining through the cracks, the burn she can feel on her shoulder blades in quiet moments, it seems like sun from the bottom of the ocean, but that is soul, that is her soul, radiating across a hidden treasure island.

Sagittarius - The End and the Beginning of Everything

Waking from what seemed like eternal death, a lifetime of dying over and over as a Scorpio, becoming a phoenix, and now dancing in the dazzling sky, like jade diamonds. Flying over all the lives she has seen, every experience fills her mind with another location, another tropical island filled with mythological secrets and opportunity. She learned the art of psychic activity as a Scorpio, and now she is in tune with cosmic timing, living in a future arranged by vision, light, and prophecy. And yet it can all feel so incomplete, having kissed death and returned to reunite with a godly lover, through wind, trees, snow, and sea. One part of her body longs for the soil of the ground, the taste of real love, the human experience, grand and simple. And yet the spirit source caresses her to elevate higher, leave the lower mind behind and anybody who dwells there, for she must meet God face to face, with no church or temple or orgasm to hide behind. Ah, this is the essence of life. To believe what she has not seen, but to believe she will, so from the sky angels dwell but concealed by her own will. Sometimes she is too scared of her own greatness, she is after all, a hunter, one whose heart is reserved for the highest priestess.

Capricorn - What Becomes of Unfulfilled Dreams

The celebration of Sagittarius was over, the room was dark, and it’s almost like performing a whole night of making up for the night before, or the life before. The Capricorn shakes on the ledge of the highest cloud, a mere push of invalidation or discredit enough to send her tumbling roughly onto earthly concrete, the whisper of success in her ear flying kites in the sky. Between two worlds she seems to live, seemingly forced into responsibility from the moment she took her first breath. Every experience and achievement forced through some sort of harsh institution, a secret life where she is berated by her own volatile voices, and a life where is must play every role with infinite ease, displaying qualities beyond human. Echoes of children’s laughter play like violins in her ear, a harsh reminder of a life she was never permitted to know. A world alone. The rings of Saturn the karma she is forced to bear, undertaking the duty of confronting all the madness and the  pains of the Gods. And you want her to love you? You criticise her for not showing heart? That’s all she has ever shown.

Aquarius - Bleeding Rainbows

The world was loud and cold when she took her first breath, the lingering shadow of life as a Capricorn haunting as she shook right to her bones. Tip toeing between clouds she tried to balance the crown on her head all she had ever known was trying to survive and now she was a mother, a lover, a guardian to every child. When she laughs rainbows from the sky appeared, she is the angel of righteousness, truth, and humanitarianism. But the responsibility is heavy, and the crown becomes straining, alone she dwells, waiting for something to change, for people to change and find their hearts, and soul, and spiritual mind so she can descend and be free, so she can live on her vibrational harmony. As a Capricorn she had already walked the temple with Saturn, and now she had been summoned for another round, and her heart was already tired, and the voices were still so loud. She had achieved so much and yet how could she feel so empty and alone? She felt betrayed by their hatred and love of war and destruction. But there was soul and she could feel it, so her mind sang with electric impulses of spiritual nectar a milkshake of elevation for every being. You can sometimes catch her jumping from cloud to cloud, leaving a trail of teal flickering lanterns behind

Pisces - Mermaid Mirror 

After waking from what seemed like eternal sleep, she tumbled quickly, plunging into deep water, taking a breath, but it wasn’t water, it was air, it was earth, and she choked. Eleven times this happened, and the 12th time she realised this was life, 11 other spirits dwelling inside. The smell of heaven and everythingness seduced her from the invisible, whispering in her ear to come home, to shut her eyes and leave this world behind. She tried to walk but never really got her balance, the floor always slipping below her, her feet only having the memory of a mermaid tail. Everything can seem directionless and unsafe, like nobody could truly ease the sores in her spirit. She constantly attempts to swim away in oblivion, but a silver cord tugs her back to earth, reminding her of intense spiritual obligation, contracts she wrote with angels and demons. She has divine truths whispered in her ear, she also has lies, the trickster’s bride. As an Aquarius she had lifted humanity, she had raised a global generation of pure heart, she swung her legs off  the clouds, but now she was burned out, longing to fall asleep again, but she needed more energy than anybody to satisfy 11 other spiritual energies. 

-Cherry

[sapphiregoggles22]

Smell and taste are so important

When you’re meeting someone new, especially a sex partner, something that I’ve noticed that’s really important for me is their natural musk and taste.

Leo was legit nasty af - and that’s why that was a one night stand

Luis was better, but not by much. I kinda didn’t like his smell or taste. But it wasn’t strong enough for me to dip right away. Plus his dick was pretty big and it was pillow soft. It just wasn’t the right taste all the time and that sucked.

But CHARLES 😍😍 I LOVE his smell and taste. Yeah there’s times when he wears cologne and yeah there’s times when he’ll chew gum, but every SINGLE kiss is magical. Every single lick to any other part of his body is so good and his dick tastes good too. The weekend we spent together was amazing. I got to smell him and taste him first thing in the morning and of course his breath wasn’t the best I mean who’s is in the morning? Lol but I kind of love it lmfao

I’m wondering if he thinks the same for me. The bad smell and taste of someone for me can be a complete turn off and I’m wondering if I smell and taste just good enough to keep him around or if he likes what I have just as much as I like his. 🤔🤔🤔

I’ll tell him how I feel about this at the next sleepover lol and see his reaction.

It’s just crazy when I really think about it. I spent 7 years with Chris and after one night of Charles... Chris came over and all I could do was notice his smell and it was bad. I didn’t like his taste anymore either. Chris has told me that’s the first thing he missed is my smell and I can’t say the same. I don’t even remember his smell I just remember the last time he got me in bed I didn’t like what I was smelling and tasting. And at that his dick felt pointy to me too. It’s just weird. I know you’re not supposed to compare lovers, but I can’t help it. Charles has taken really good care of me these past couple months. It’s made me realize the kind of thing I’ve been missing out on for so long while I was with Chris.

Like I would have LOVED to have known Charles 2015 when I was living in the apartment with Chris LITERALLY BEGGING for sex and he refused me. Too many nights I spent crying thinking something was seriously and medically wrong with me. Why do I want sex so much all the time this is really annoying no one has this much sex you’re a slut just look up things to turn your sex drive down maybe it’ll get better and maybe you won’t be so annoying asking for sex every fucking night. I seriously need to pump the brakes.

I was SO WRONG.

Little did I know, there were guys outside of the apartment looking for a girl like me.

I’ll keep saying it: I’m so glad I met Charles. He’s probably the most fun I’ve had with someone, he’s funny, he’s goofy, he lets me be me, and I just keep wanting to learn more about him every day (but sometimes he makes me nervous and idk what to say lol)

Charles is like those crushes you have in high school where you feel like the person is completely untouchable for you like there’s no way a guy like that would like a girl like me or even wanna fuck me at that lol he gives me butterflies and he makes my heart race when he’s around or when he says something really cute or sexy or romantic. I feel like I have a crush on him lmfao it’s just weird cuz we’ve already had sex and I know he likes me lol idk it’s a weird feeling but I definitely like where it’s going.

[dr0wning-in-hell]

Does This Make You Happy? - Alex Summers pt. 3

Summary : When you decide to go on a date with the ice-cream shop boy, you come to the realization that you’re still in love with Alex. When you talk to him about it, things go in a completely different direction.

Word Count : 3.1k

Warnings : angst, sadness, fluff,  minimal cursing, smut, oral (f), unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it)

Prompt : (70) “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”  (74) “I can’t take the lonlieness anymore.”

Pairing : Alex summers x mutant!reader

A/N : last part to this little mini Alex Summers fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and please remember that you are always welcome to message me!

part one | part two

master list | requests | prompt list

One month and two weeks. A month and two weeks since you saw Alex. You had visited Leo quite often, seeing as though the entire group of people would drag you out to the mall just so that you’d be able see Leo.

As you sat at one of tables in the food court of the mall, you couldn’t help but glance around, hoping to find Leo in the sea full of people. Sighing you stand up, deciding that he’s probably just to busy to come and say hi. You pushed in your chair starting to walk away when you heard your name being called out.

“Y/N! Y/N, hey wait up!” You turn around to see Leo rushing towards you, a smile on his face. You smile back, standing there and waiting for him to catch up to you. When he did he wrapped you in his arms, calming your nerves a bit. Leo pushed away and walked the two of your over to an empty table, his hand still connected in yours. You gave a weak smile, repositioning yourself in your chair. “So how’ve you been?” He asked, a grin on his face.

Shrugging, your free hand went to the bracelet that Alex had given to you. You never took it off, never have and never will; it was just something to keep you calm. “Good I guess, just trying to get back into the swing of things.” Leo nodded, seeming to understand your situation. “How are you though?” Leo mimicked your previous actions.

“Things are good, I think I’m falling for someone.” He beamed, eyes locking with yours. Your heart started thumping hard against your chest, and you thought that you may have a heart attack at any moment now. Gulping you glanced to the side of him.

“And who is this mystery person that you speak of, Leo?”

You could tell he was nervous just by the look in his eyes, but his voice was calm and smooth. “You.” His words made your head turn back to meet his gaze. “Y/N, I know we’ve only known each other for a month or so, and you’re still getting over that Alex guy, but will go on one date with me? Please?” Leo didn’t sound desperate, he sounded like he genuinely wanted to take you out on a date. And you being you, said yes because you didn’t want to be a mean person.

Leo cheered so loud, that most of the people in the food court turned their heads to see what was going on. Leo sat back down after a minute of doing a little happy dance. He looked down at his watch, sighing. “I have to get back to work, but tomorrow night I’m taking you out.” He stood up, pushing in his chair. “I’ll be at the school by 8:00.” With that, Leo gave a small kiss to your cheek and walked back to the ice-cream shop.

What had you just gotten yourself into?

The following day came all to quickly. When you got back to the school you were harassed with questions from your friends about Leo. “What happened?” “Did he ask you out?” “When are you guys going on your date?” “Can I help you pick out your outfit?” You laughed at your friends, pushing them away just enough to where you had your own room.

“Yes he did ask me out, and yes I said yes. We’re going out tonight, and yes you may help me with my outfit.” Your friends cheered, smiling and saying how cute you and Leo would be, but then again they said that when you and Alex started dating too. Shaking away the memories of Alex, you let your friends lead you up to your room and start getting you ready for your date.

Jubilee blasted her music, her, Jean, Ororo, and yourself screaming out the lyrics at the top of your lungs. Jean did your makeup, Ororo did your hair, and Jubilee picked out your outfit. You knew that with this bunch, your outfit was going to be tight and short, so short.

After two hours of getting you ready to perfection, the girls showed yo what you were going to be wearing. It was a Navy blue short sleeve dress with flowers sewn onto it, with a black leather jacket and black wedges. In your opinion, it wasn’t that bad. You grabbed the dress, heading to the bathroom and changing into the outfit picked out for you. When you lifted your head, you could hardly recognize the person in the mirror. You took in a deep breathe, opening the door and stepping out into the bedroom. The girl’s jaws dropped down to the ground when they saw you. Your cheeks flushed a bright pink, your head ducking low.

Only fifteen minutes passed before you and the girls decided to head down to the front doors and greet Leo. Just as the four of you reached the last step, Peter opened the door and on the other side of the thresh hold stood Leo. He wore a black tux, white shirt, and a tie that was wrapped loosely around his neck. His face lit up when he saw you, his eyes sparkling. You smiled back, not being able to help the blush that burned your cheeks. Leo walked in, going straight towards you and giving you a tight hug. You hugged back of course, but it felt different… your heart didn’t speed up and you didn’t get butterflies in your stomach. Somehow, now you began to question whether or not you really wanted to go on this date.

Leo grabbed your hand, tugging it softly. “Ready?” He asked. You turned your head and looked at him, nodding with a small smile. As the two of you walked out and your turned to wave to you friends, you saw Alex watching you from the top o the stair case, his eyes red and puffy. He looked broken.

You took in a deep breathe before closing the mansion door behind you. Leo lead you to what was most likely his car, and opened the passenger door for you. You smiled at him before getting into the car and fastening the seat belt around your body. Leo got into the drivers side, started the car and than began to drive away from the mansion.

“So I was thinking dinner, and then a walk around the park?” He said, almost as a question as he drove. You nodded, looking out the window and watching as everything passed by.

Leo pulled up to a somewhat fancy restaurant only a few minutes later, helping you out of the car before walking into the restaurant. He had already reserved a table and gotten a space in the back near the window. The two of you sat down in silence, then waited for the waiters to come and ask for your orders. You were distracted, very distracted. Your thoughts kept wondering to Alex, the way he looked when you left with Leo, and the day you and him had your first date. Even though it was three years ago, it still felt like it was yesterday.

You could remember smell the burnt food that Alex was trying so desperately to prepare, the mini food fight the two of you had, fighting over which pizza toppings to get because you’re food was ruined, and your first kiss while you two were cuddled up on the couch and talking. Your heart still ached whenever you thought of him.

A cough pulled you from your haze, and dropped you back into reality. The waitress stood by the side of your table impatiently, notepad and pen in her hands. Leo looked at you, like he knew you really didn’t want to be here, but he kept a smile on his face.

“So, Miss, what would you like to order?” The waitress asked. You were so off in your own little world you had completely forgotten about the menu. You coughed, scanning it quickly before ordering. The waitress left, grumbling something under her breathe. Yo sighed, taking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Leo looked a bit disappointed at the fact that you looked and were acting like you didn’t want to be there with him.

“What were you thinking about?” Leo asked, folding his hands in his lap. You shrugged, head hanging low. “It was about Alex, wasn’t it?” He knew. Oh boy, he knew.

You nodded slowly, sighing heavily as you looked up. “Yeah, I just… I can’t-.” He shook his head, cutting you off.

“You’re not ready to move on, I get it.” He gave a sad smile. “But let’s at least enjoy tonight, right? We both got dressed up and ready, so let’s enjoy our meal and then I’ll take you back to mansion. Deal?” You nodded, happy that he understood.

“Deal.”

You and Leo talked while you ate. You acted normal, even though you knew that both of your were hurting. He was upset that you were still in love with your ex, and you were upset that you were still in love with Alex and always would be.

After dinner you still walked around the park, still talking but mostly about your powers. Leo seemed awfully interested in them, but you didn’t mind, it felt nice to have someone actually like who you  were .

“So, can you like fly and stuff?” Leo asked. You laughed shaking your head.

“No, and no.” You held out your hand. “But I can do something else.” Leo took your hand, feeling a spark shoot through his body as he began to levitate  off the ground a bit. He gasped loudly before breaking out into a smile. You walked in a circle, Leo’s body still floating as you did so. He came down slowly, his body feeling all buzzy now. You chuckled. “It’ll take a while for that feeling to  go away.

Leo nodded, sighing softly, “Guess it’s time to take you home now?” He asked, You nodded, mumbling a small ‘yeah’. He followed your wishes, taking you back to the mansion. The drive was  silent, but it was also calm, something that you had never really experience before. When you arrived at the mansion, Leo insisted on walking you to the front doors. You thanked him for the night, apologizing for the way you felt but he simply shrugged it off. With a kiss to your cheek Leo left the mansion, leaving you outside.

You took in a deep breathe, pushing the door open. Of course, no one was out on the main floor, they were probably already in bed. You walked up the steps, your feet leading you to Alex’s room, instead of your own. Before you could even knock on his door, it flew open to reveal a mess that was Alex. His eyes were still puffy and red, but now his hair was a mess as well. You sucked in a breathe, not having seen him like this since he got back from the war.

“Hi.” You breathed out, your eyes not leaving his.

Alex shifted. “Hey.”

“C-can I talk to you? For a minute?” Alex nodded, moving out of the way to let you in. You watched Alex sit on one of his chairs in the room, and slowly you sat on the bed.

In unison you both spoke, “I’m sorry.” Your eyes shifted upwards as did Alex’s. You coughed, letting him speak first.

“I’m sorry about what I said, I didn’t mean it. Words just came tumbling out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying, and I’m just… I’m sorry.” He held his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry too, for not letting you explain and for blowing up on you like I did.” You sighed, looking down at your folded hands. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.” Alex’s head lifted a bit, to where you could see his teary eyes. “No one has any of the qualities that you do, and I fell for your qualities and now I can’t thin about living life with someone else if I’m not with you.”

“I can’t take the loneliness anymore.” Alex’s voice cracked, making your heart clench. You hated seeing him in pain, just as much as he hated seeing you in pain. Yo stood up, walking over to him and kneeling in front of him. “I need you, please. I need you in my life, Y/N.” He pleaded, and you nodded, your own tears streaking your face. Thank god for waterproof makeup.

You scanned his face for a minute, before leaning upwards and pressing your lips to his in a very much need kiss. He didn’t hesitate to kiss back, he needed this just as much as you did. The two of you stood up, hands roaming each other’s clothed bodies and tugging at the materials. You were the first one to pull of Alex’s t-shirt, than his sweat pants. After that he pulled off your jacket and dress, leaving you in your panties and bra. You could see his ember harden under his boxer briefs, making you smile and giggle softy. His face instantly lit up at the sound of your laugh.

“God have I missed your laugh.” He said, diving down and catching your lips in his. His hands reached under your ass, tugging you up and forcing you to wrap your legs around his lower back. He carried you over to the bed, laying you down on your back, and not once did he break the kiss. You used each other’s oxygen to keep your kiss going, to keep the moment moving.

Alex took his time in gliding his lips down your neck and then your clothed chest. His hands cupped your chest, squeezing your breasts through the thin material of your bra. You squeaked at his firm grip, forgetting how hard he used to hold your breasts in his palm. His hands slid behind your back, pulling the material down and throwing it to the side. His lips attached to your right nipple, sucking and licking at it softly. A tiny moan escaped your lips, making Alex smiled against our skin. He pulled away from your nipple, a light purple mark began to form on the soft flesh. He did the same thing to your left nipple, leaving purple marks on your skin, letting you know that you were his and only his.

His lips and tongue dragged down your stomach, leaving the same purple bruises, until he reached the top of your panties. His eyes shifted upwards as he pulled off the last of your clothing, leaving you completely exposed to him. Alex’s mouth worked wonders on your pussy, he ate you out like no other, and you became even more excited when you felt his plump lips wrap around your throbbing clit. Your back arched as he began to flick at your clit and wet lips, the feeling all to pure. Your fingers were tangled in his long hair, his hands pushed your hips down and kept you in place. He sucked and pulled at your pussy lips, creating a popping noise whenever he let it go. He ate you out for a few more minutes, just to get you worked up before he pulled his boxers down. His length sprung free, pre-cum dripping from his tip.

Reaching out for his member, Alex stopped you and in one swift movement had you on top of him. “We’re taking this slow, princess.” He said in a soft tone. You nodded, reaching between your bodies and giving him a few pumps before lining him up with your entrance. You gasped as his cock started to spread your walls. Since you two hadn’t had sex in over a month, it took you a few seconds before you were adjusted to his size. You moved up and down his length slowly, taking your time with each thrust of your body. Alex grunted, his hands held onto your hips, guiding your slow movements.

You placed your hands on each side of Alex’s head, using your upper body strength to keep yourself up. Alex swept your hair behind your neck, allowing him to see your face clearly. You gave a small smile, that faded quickly as you let out a soft moan. Alex was extremely long, and when you were on top like this it meant that he could easily reach the unknown parts of your body. His tip hit your g-spot each time you lowered yourself onto him, making your body jolt and twitch slightly. Alex loved seeing the expressions you made when he hit that certain spot.

Not being able to hold yourself up and longer, you collapsed onto Alex’s chest, your movement’s slowing. “Alex..” You whispered, slightly moaning.

“Shh… I got you.” He said softly. His hips thrusted upwards into your pussy slowly, chasing on your orgasm. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your lips slightly parted as you let out hot breathy moans onto his neck. “ Fuck… I forgot how much I loved your tight pussy.” He grunted, hands holding you tightly against him. You moaned at his dirty talk and his sudden harsh thrust into your aching core.

Slow sex was great, but also agonizing painful. He chased on your orgasm, changing pace each time he knew that you were about to come undone. He didn’t do that this time, when he knew that the both of you were getting to your peak he just let you come around him, shaking and breathing heavily. He came inside you with a grunt, fingernails digging into your sore flesh. The both of you were breathing heavily, chests rising and falling as you tried to regain your breath.

Alex pulled out, mumbling a soft ‘sorry’ when he felt you wince at the loss. He kissed the side of your head as he helped you lay on your side. You gave him a tired  smile, wrapping your hand in his. He smiled back down at you, his free hand pulling the covers over your bodies to keep you warm.

“I love you, Alex, I never want to lose you again.” You mumbled against his chest. Alex nodded.

“Me too, Angel, me too. Now get some sleep, okay?” He whispered. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you slept the rest of the night, happy and complete once again.

[lexxfics]

Don’t Forget Me

Chapter 1 - New Student

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Y/N's P.O.V

Today is the day.

I thought as I started to get ready for school.

Today is the day that I am going to confess to Ken.

I breathed in and out.

I was extremely nervous but at the same time excited.

I seriously doubt Ken knows about little me from class 3 - A.

But that is all going to change today.

After brushing my teeth and changing into my school uniform I ran downstairs to grab some breakfast.

"Morning mom!" I called out.

"Yah!" she replied. "Why are you always running late? You never have time to eat in the morning. You need to wake up earlier!" she nagged.

"Ne~" I answered half-heartedly.

Right, me waking up early? Sure.

My mom always nagged - she was a pro at it.

It is like it is her superpower or something.

I think she feels that since it is only the two of us, she has to, to keep me in check.

I know what you are thinking, where is my dad you might ask?

Well, he passed away when I was very young.

He had developed brain cancer and he became terminal when I was six.

I barely remember him but from the photos my mom shows me, he looked like a kind and caring man - a great father.

I just wish that I could have memories of him.

The weird thing too is that I have absolutely no memories of before I was six.

At first, I thought that was normal until other kids my age would tell me things they remember from when they were four or five.

After finding this out, I started to wonder why this is.

I even tried to ask my mom about it but she said that it was okay not to remember anything and she tried to brush it off.

The scar at the back of my head tells me otherwise though.

I have a feeling she is hiding something from me, but I just can't seem to figure it out.

"I am leaving!" I called out, grabbing toast and running away with it in my mouth.

"Love you!" she replied as I shut the door.

"Lhove yhou thoo" I shouted back, muffled.

I ran out the front gate of my house and started to race down the street.

"Y/N!" I heard someone call out behind me.

I stopped for a split second to look behind to see my best friend, Hongbin running late as well.

"Wait up!" he yelled.

"Why are you running late? You are always there before me!" I answered as he caught up to me.

"I slept in this morning," he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Pabo!" I teased, as I started to run again.

"Aish, run slower!" he yelled as he continued to run behind me.

After a few minutes we made it to the entrance of our school and headed inside.

We ran up the stairs and quickly opened the door to our classroom and walked in.

"We...made it," I said breathlessly.

"With...time...to spare," he also said, panting.

We walked over to our seats.

We sit next to each other, me with the window seat on the left side of the classroom in the second row, and him right beside me.

As we sat down, he asked me a question.

"So are you going to do it today?" he asked.

"Do what?" I responded.

"Confess!" he whispered. "You told me you where!"

"Ahh," I said. "Yes I am. I put the note in his locker yesterday to meet me at the rooftop at lunch. I am so nervous, Hongbin. I feel like I am about to throw up, for lack of a better term," I explained.

He started laughing.

"You just have butterflies in your stomach. You will be fine!" He reassured. "I mean what is the worst that can happen?"

"He laughs at me?"

"Well..." he trailed off. I hit him.

"You are supposed to be supportive right now!" I told him.

"I am kidding," he laughed. "He won't laugh at you I promise. You are going to be fine okay?" he said.

"Okay," I responded.

We started to get out the things for homeroom when the teacher walked in.

I got up and called out the greeting for the morning, the class responding with me.

"Good morning everyone," the teacher answered. "Before we begin class, we have a new student today."

And at that mention, the new student came through the door.

The class oohed and aahed as he came to the front.

Ooo, he is good-looking.

The girls in the class are going to be all over him for sure.

"Please introduce yourself," the teacher said, redirecting his attention to our classroom.

"Hello, my name is Hakyeon and I am new today. Please take care of me," he said, bowing to the classroom.

The whole class applauded and broke into whispers about him.

"Y/N?" The teacher called out, making everyone turn silent.

"Ne!" I responded.

"Would you mind showing Hakyeon around after first period so he can find his way around the school?" she said.

"Sure, I would love to," I said, giving a smile.

"Okay, Hakyeon you can also take your seat behind Y/N for right now," she said pointing him in my direction.

As he looked over, his eyes suddenly widened as he saw me.

He stood still for a minute or two, making me flustered as the class was staring about the both of us.

The teacher then broke him out of his trance and pushed him to my direction to sit down.

He walked over quickly and sat down behind me, leaving me confused.

Why did he look like he recognized me or something?

Weird.

I quickly brushed it off and listened to the lecture that the teacher started to give.

Class ended quickly and as I started to rise from my seat, someone grabbed my arm.

I looked back to see that it was the new student, Hakyeon, who had stopped me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Y-Y/N?" he questioned.

"Yes, that is my name," I said, laughing.

"Do you remember me?" he asked.

I looked at him confused.

"Um, no...have I met you before?"I asked, giving a small smile.

He stared at me, at what seemed like shock.

He then, gently removed his hand from my arm.

"Should I remember you?" I questioned him, unsure of how to respond.

"N-No," he said. "I must be thinking of someone else with your name. Sorry," he said.

"That is okay. I hope you find the person you look for," I told him.

He gave me a small smile.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I told the teacher that I would show you around." I told him. "Do you want to follow me out?" I suggested.

"Sure," he gave me a small smile.

"We will be right back, Hongbin, okay?" I told him.

"Okay, don't get lost," he teased.

"Psh, I only got lost once," I said. "Leave me alone," I whined as he started to laugh at me.

I turned back around to see that Hakyeon was ready to walk around the school.

I started walking ahead, and motioned him to follow me.

He walked behind me and we went from classroom to classroom and floor to floor until Hakyeon felt confident going around the school himself.

"Ok and that is it!" I said. "Do you have any questions for me?" I asked.  

"Just one," he said.

"Shoot," I answered.

"You really don't remember me?" he questioned again.

I stopped and turned to look at him.

Hmm...he doesn't look familiar.

But when I look at him, I get a feeling that I have met him before.

But I just don't know from where.

"I don't sorry," I told him.

"That is so weird," he whispered.

"Is there another Y/N in the area or in the school?" he asked me.

I thought for a second.

"Hmm, I don't think so. I am the only Y/N I know of at least," I told him.

"Why are you looking for another Y/N?" I asked.

"Just someone I used to know before I left for the States," he explained.

"Oh! You lived in the States?" I asked. "Wah," I said amazed.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Good, my korean is a little rough because of it but I would like to think that I can at least speak okay," he said.

"I think so. I wouldn't have even known that you were from the United States until you told me," I reassured him.

"Well that is good to know," he said, chuckling.

"We should probably head back now," I told him. "We already missed half of the class, we probably shouldn't miss all of it," I said.

"Okay, I am more comfortable about the school now. Thank you for showing me around," he stated.

"Anytime. Just let me know if you have any more questions about anything," I told him.

"I will," he said giving me a smile.

We walked back to the class and when we went back in, the students were all quiet.

It looked like a self-work session so we just snuck back in and went to our seats.

"What are we doing?" I whispered to Hongbin.

"We are doing practice problems, on this page," he showed me.

"Okay thank you," I said.

I turned around and motioned to Hakyeon what we were doing and he started to get out his book as well and start working.

He seems like a really nice guy.

He really seems obsessed with finding that girl though.

Omo, I wonder if they had something special before he left.

How cute.

I hope he finds her here soon.

Class flew by and we then headed to our next class.

And then before we knew it, it was lunchtime.

"Is it okay, if I sit with you guys?" Hakyeon asked Hongbin and I.

"Sure," I said.

"Thank you," he replied.

We all went and sat where Hongbin and I usually sat for lunch - outside in the courtyard at one of the tables.

"So I don't know if I introduced myself earlier, but my name is Hongbin," Hongbin said, holding out his hand to Hakyeon.

"Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking his hand.

"So where are you from?" Hongbin asked.

"Well I lived here until I was six, but then I moved to the United States and I have lived there for the last twelve years. My dad was able to get a job back here so we decided to move back," he explained.

"Daebak," Hongbin stated.

"I know right? His korean is so good!" I said.

"I wouldn't have known either. Well, welcome back to Korea!" Hongbin said giving a smile.

All of the sudden, we heard the screams of girls only a few feet away from us.

We turned around to see three of the members of the student council.

Leo, Ravi, and Hyuk.

"Who are they?" Hakyeon asked.

"The student council," Hongbin answered. "They are pretty popular around the school, with their good looks and grades."

"The one on the left is Leo. No one really knows too much about him because he is quiet all the time so he gives off a mysterious aura, which girls love." I explained.

"The one in the middle is Ravi. Rumor has it that he used to be a gangster but after coming into the student council, he gave up his ways. I don't know if it is true but I definitely don't want to test that theory," Hongbin continued.

"And the one on the right is Hyuk. He is infamous for being a player. He flirts with a bunch of girls around the school and it makes you wonder how he even got on the council," I explained.

"And then there is one more, the student council president. His name is Ken. He is very friendly with everyone and he has a great reputation. He is definitely a good person to have as a student president," Hongbin said.

It then hit me. I abruptly stood up, startling both of them.

"Shoot! I forgot! I have to go!" I said, starting to get out of my seat. "I will see you guys later!" I waved goodbye as I ran off, headed to the rooftop.

I completely forgot about meeting Ken on the roof!

I really hope he is still up there.

I quickly ran up the steps, and stopped right in front of the door to the rooftop.

I breathed in and out as my heart started to race again.

I slowly opened the door to see him standing there, looking away from me.

I closed the door behind me and my first instinct was to run, but I decided against it.

I walked towards him and I was determined.

Here goes nothing.

Hakyeon's P.O.V

As I watched Y/N run off, all I could think was how much she looked like her.

They seem like the same person, but she doesn't remember me.

We promised each other that we wouldn't forget, but she didn't really erase me from her memory, did she?

We even promised each other to...

I stopped myself, embarrassed at my memory.

I haven't heard from her in years.

I wonder what happened to her.

We sent mail back and forth for the first couple of months but then she suddenly stopped replying.

I kept on trying to reach her but I would get no response.

What if something happened to her?

Y/N, I will come for you soon.

Whether you are the Y/N here at the school or far away from here.

I will find you and keep my promise to you.

I promise.

Y/N's P.O.V

"I-I like you," I told him, my heading facing the ground.

I am so embarrassed right now.

I can't believe I actually confessed.

After a minute, I silently started panicking at the silence between us.  

Why isn't he saying anything?!

I continued to stare at the ground, when I saw his feet shifting as he turned around to face me.

Unconsciously, my eyes grew and I could feel my face heat up.

"Y/N right?" he suddenly said.

I quickly looked up to see him looking at me.

H-He knows my name?

"N-Ne," I whispered, averting my eyes from his face.

"Why do you like me?" he asked.

"W-what?"

"What made you like me?" he repeated.

I became flustered again.

I moved a piece of hair from my face, behind my ear as part of my nervous habit.

"U-Um," I stuttered. "I think it was because of what I saw you do when I was walking home one day a while ago." I started.

"I-I was walking home after school when I saw an ahjumma wander into the street while there were still cars going in her direction. I was about to run and go and grab her when I saw you do it instead. I was relieved that you saved her and I thought that I had recognized you and that is when I realized that you were the student president. I then started to pay more attention to you from then on and then I came to understand that I...had started to like you," I explained.

I looked back up to see his face almost completely stoic. He looked a little surprised but if he was, he was definitely not expressing it.

I started to panic.

"Y-You don't have to answer or anything I just wanted to let you know," I said. "I-I am going to go now. It was nice talking to you and I will see you around on school grounds," I rambled as I started to turn away.

I started to speed walk back to the door, mentally hitting myself, when he called out my name.

"Y/N," he said.

I stopped in my tracks.

I didn't turn around as I did not want to confront him but as I heard him walk towards me, my heart started to race.

"I will go out with you," he said, straightforwardly.

I quickly turned around, taken back by his answer.

"What?" I asked.

"I will go out with you. But only for a month. I want to see what happens," he said.

I stared at him in shock, my mouth hanging wide open.

"You seem interesting and my life has gotten boring lately so I think this should be fun. Give me your phone," he said holding out his hand.

I slowly reached into my pocket, still completely confused by what was happening, and handed him my phone.

He started to type into my phone and when he gave it back, I saw that he put his number in my phone.

"I already sent a text to myself so I have your number and when I text you, I want you to reply in 10 minutes. We will also have our first date this weekend and I will tell you when and where," he said. "I look forward to this month with you, Y/N," he said giving me a smile.

My heart skipped a beat.

He then walked past me and headed down the stairs as I stood there, with my mouth still hung open, trying to figure out what just happened.

I am...going out...with Ken?!

What the hell just happened?!!

I don't even know where to start.

He is really weird though.

He wants to go out with me because his life is boring?

He probably doesn't even like me...

I exhaled in frustration.

Well, that went differently than I expected.

But I am going out with Ken!!

I started to squeal with excitement.

I looked down at my phone to see that this wasn't just a dream.

I then hugged my phone, thanking it for being here.

This is the best day of my life.

I then heard the bell ring that lunch was over.

I started to head back down to the classroom with the biggest smile on my face.

I walked in and sat down in my seat.

"Someone looks happy," Hongbin said.

"You will not-" I started when the bell interrupted me.

"I will tell you later," I whispered to him.

The rest of school seemed to fly by.

I mainly zoned out in all of the classes because of what happened earlier as all I could think about was Ken and where he was going to take me on our date.

As the final bell rang, I quickly gathered my things.

"Ready to walk home?" Hongbin said.

"Yeppers," I replied.

"Where do you live Hakyeon?" I asked.

"I live off of Stuart St. My house number 1467," he explained.

I stared at him in shock.

"No way!" I responded. "I live right next to you!" I stated.

He looked at me in shock.

"That is so cool! You are definitely welcome to walk with us every morning for school," Hongbin mentioned.

Hakyeon, seemed frozen, as he was still staring at my face.

"Hello, earth to Hakyeon?" I called out, trying to break him out of his trance.

"U-Uh," he responded, blinking a couple of times.

"Let's go," I said while smiling at him.

We all started walking, Hongbin and I ahead of Hakyeon.

"So what were you going to tell me?" Hongbin whispered.

"Oh that's right!" I started. "Don't fall over okay?" I told him in preparation.

"What could be so-"

"I am going out with Ken!" I quietly exclaimed.

He looked as surprised as I was when it happened.

"You are lying to me aren't you?" he questioned, not believing me.

"Ani! Look! He even gave me his number!" I said, showing him my phone.

"Wah," he started. "I can't believe this," he confessed.

"Me either. I was in shock. The weird thing is though, he only said for a month. He said his life was 'boring' and that I seemed 'interesting' so he agreed to go out with me," I explained.

"That sounds really...weird," Hongbin responded.

"Yeah, I thought it was weird at first too, but then I thought, 'Who cares?! I am going out with Ken!'" I told him.

"Well, congratulations, nonetheless," he said flashing me a smile.

"Thank you," I said, giving him a huge smile in return.

I turned around to see that Hakyeon was still walking behind us and he looked like he was contemplating something.

I wonder what he is thinking about.

Hakyeon's P.O.V

I am really starting to believe that this Y/N is the same Y/N that I am looking for.

I mean, my family and I moved back into the same place we lived in before and my Y/N was living right next to me.

And this Y/N is also living there?

Something seems off about all of this.

I glanced back at Y/N and studied her more closely.

She really does look like her.

But why doesn't she remember me?

Maybe I can ask her parents.

They are bound to remember me right?

"Hakyeon?" Y/N called out, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to see that Hongbin had disappeared and that it was just Y/N and I now.

"Yes?" I responded.

"What are you thinking about? You seem really deep in thought about it," she said.

You.

"Ah, I am just thinking about all the homework we have to do. Since I am coming in the middle of the semester I am a little lost," I told her.

"Oh! Well, if you need any help, just ask me," she offered. "I live just right next door and, if I do say so myself, I do get pretty good grades so I can help you," she continued.

"That would be awesome! Thank you," I replied.

"No problem! How about Wednesday night? We could go over some things then! I have a meeting tomorrow with some of the other class presidents about our festival coming up, otherwise I would offer to do it tomorrow," she explained.

"Sounds great," I said.

Maybe I can look around too while I am at her house and see I can find some clues.

Something that will help me figure out if she is my Y/N.

We then turned the corner and reached our houses.

We both stopped.

"Well, I will see you around, neighbor~" she said, giving me a smile.

"See you," I said, waving as she walked ahead of me.

And as I watched her walk into her house, she gave me one last smile and wave before closing the door.

Whether she is the Y/N I am looking for or not...

I will find out.

[alienbeing]

1 for leo; 2 for salty and billie; 3 for steely; 7 for all of them; 9 for BeanSprout; 22 for 3 charactrs of your choosing; 33 for the fae. Go!

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 

Leo:

I’d say with quiet confidence, laid back and easy going but not lazy. He is chill but motivated so I think that would reflect in his movements. He is also quite thoughtful and detailed so maybe he makes hand gestures when talking etc.

2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 

Salty:

Salty takes up presence so probably demands a lot of space too, or rather people know to give her space just by the energy she gives off, whether she is doing something or just sitting there.

Billie:

Takes up less space and has a much friendlier energy, she can be quite bubbly and lively, so when active probably takes up more space than at rest, which then she wouldnt take up much space at all. But she has of a less sense of ‘personal space’ or ‘bubble’. When nervous though she would be a lot more quite and perhaps hardly take up any space at all.

(haha these seem like weird things to explain)

3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 

Aoi:

She is happy to be a part of a group but doesn’t make herself the centre of attention, sometimes she will hang back too. It depends on the group of people and her mood. She isnt the social butterfly like Billie is but she definitely has an outgoing side but sometimes she likes quiet contemplation too.

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 

All of them ?? ^^’’ X’D

Leo: Relaxed and kind with people, he is the type to try and make the other person feel comfortable and at ease.

With objects and environment he can be quiet inquisitive and likes to work out how things ‘tick’ and so he can be quite deliberate and precise.

Billie: Friendly and open with people, she makes friends very easily and is great at small talk.

With objects she is the type of person who can be a little absent minded sometimes so may be a ittle clumsy at times. With environment, if she is somewhere she is unfamiliar with, she will be more quiet and less confindent compared to a place she knows.

Aoi: Confident and fun, perhaps a little teasing and sarcastic too but generally easy to get along with.

She is capable and confident with objects and places, has a fancy metal arm that gives her quick reflexes. She is a mechanic so is pretty good with practical things. Being in new environments doesnt phase her too much and can adapt quickly.

(seriously how many characters shall i write for?? :’‘‘) )

PB: Precise and to the point but has a soft way about her, she is kind but strict and professional, although sometimes has an airiness about her that makes her seem like her mind is elsewhere.

She is very fluid and graceful in her actions and how she interacts with her environment.

Beansprout: Cheeky and playful she usually likes meeting new people but can be intimidated by some humans.

She is inquisitive about her environment and new objects but will stick to her group if feels threatened or unsafe.

Ok thats enough of that one lol

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 

Beansprout:

She is very inquisitive so this results in her exploring new places, she doesnt talk like a human so she has to communicate through her energy and actions and has to be creative with this. If she is exhausted or tense or unhappy she usually finds herway back to BP’s shoulder where she feels safest, she is much smaller than the other fae and cant defend herself so well.

Strong emotions would have to be shown physically in her actions and if she cant get someones attention, she could always give them a small nip..

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 

BP: People can be a little uneasy or unsure how to act around him at first, as he is pretty robotic and unexpressive. Its weird for both the humans and fae but his friends become accustomed to this. People like Leo who are very easy going find it easier to get used him.

Whippette: Some people may find her intimidating, from her appearnce alone.  Depending on the person though, they soon warm up to her. Unless they are an enemy of hers. She seems quite intense but people who get to know who see that she is quite passionate and silly.

Leo: Generally well liked by people, sometimes he is overlooked or underestimated. He can wrongfully be accused of being unmotivated but perhaps thats from his humble attitude.

33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 

Of course each character is different but they all work well creatively.

PB: She is a quick learner, observation and reasoning as well as hands on learning.

BP: He has to be told to be taught and have instructions thoroughly explained.

Beansprout: Learns in a very hands on way, seeking patterns and perhaps taking things apart to put them back together (even if its in a new form), touching and sensing things to figure them out. Sometimes breaking them.

Whipette: She is better with physical hands on learning then verbal or note taking. She will trial and error  and experiment with things until she gets it.

“Amnesia Fae”(what are names): Verbal instruction, research and note taking are definitely more her thing as she is forgetful, its better for her to go over things several times.

“Paranoia fae” Needs encouragement as he will give up easily but leanrs best through patterns and organisation methods.

“Plant fae” leanrs best through hands on and creative/playful learning.

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This should be pretty interesting...

Questions based on the zodiac.

▹ ARIES ◃ 01. Do you like when people stroke your hair? It’s one of my ultimate favorite things.

02. Would you consider yourself a leader? Yes. Jesus ain’t taking any of my wheels!

03. Would people say you are an upbeat person? I try to be. It’s harder and harder these days.

04. Are you naturally optimistic? No anymore...

05. When was the last time you had a temper tantrum? I’m 26. I don’t throw tantrums.

06. Would you consider yourself an activist? I used to be. It’s hard to do that these days. But I’ll do whatever I can from where I am.

07. How often do you lose interest in your goals? I don’t know if I have any goals at this point. Aside from not dying.

08. On a scale of 1-10 how important is your independence to you? I want to be independent but I know that I can’t.

09. How often do you think before you speak? I try to always be cognizant of my words.

10. Are you straight-forward when it comes to sex? Nah, I like to shake things up!

▹ TAURUS ◃ 01. Do you tend to stick with what you know? Yes, but I’m also open to doing research and hearing what other people have to say. But I will ultimately stick to my opinions, and facts, as they might be.

02. Are you usually the one to pay attention to details? Quite.

03. Do you prefer to do things on your own? To a fault.

04. Are you a strong business person? Nooooope. Not my thing.

05. Do you like to live lavishly? It would be fun to try it for a day. But I don’t want to spend my whole life that way. Makes you ungrateful for what you’ve actually got!

06. Do you have a stubborn side? 95% of me is made out of stubborn.

07. Do you tend to become nervous when you know change is inevitable? Yes. I absolutely loathe change.

08. Is commitment no problem for you? It wouldn’t be, if I could actually find somebody!

09. Are you a patient person when it comes to relationships? I’m never really all that patient in ANY aspect of my life!

10. Are the neck and throat a hot-spot when it comes to romance for you? Definitely.

▹ GEMINI ◃ 01. Would you say you are a person most people remember meeting? Not if they’re my age. But I seem to really stick the landing with people older than me.

02. Are you a flighty person? Right now, I kinda am. The pain meds I’m on really fuck with my head. I’m definitely not as sharp as I used to be..

03. Would you say that you are an exciting friend to have? Oh, yes. Believe me. Just ask @anoddityofsorts

04. Are you experimental in the bedroom? Absolutely. I do have a few boundaries, but I definitely don’t do vanilla.

05. Do you love to talk? Sometimes I can be very chatty, sometimes I don’t want to say much at all.

06. Are you a curious person? Very.

07. Would you rather be naive than to know a depressing truth? No, I need to know the truth. As horrible as it might be.

08. How often do you speak your mind? Whenever I get the chance!

09. Would you say you are a social butterfly? Meh. I’m not. But not by choice. Like I said, I never get out.

10. Do you feel the need to be involved in everything? ...yeah.

▹ CANCER ◃ 01. Is your personality full of contradictions? “Trust me when I tell you not to touch me, but I’m craving your affection.” So yeah, a lot.

02. Do you depend a lot on others for support? More than I would like to.

03. How loyal are you to your friends and family? To a fault.

04. Are you able to make others feel loved easily? More than I would like to.

05. Do you tend to bottle up your deep feelings for others? No, I’m pretty expressive with my feelings.

06. Is money and financial success important to you? Yeah it is... because I don’t have it, and no means of achieving it at this point in my life.

07. Do you feel you need to be needed? I want to be needed, but I don’t need it.

08. Do you like when people are direct with you? Yeah, as long as they’re not an ass about it.

09. Do you prefer your sex to be sensual and passionate? Passionate of course. What’s the point otherwise?

10. Are you in tune with other people’s personal motivations? If I put forth effort, I can be.

▹ LEO ◃ 01. How ambitious are you? I have so many ambitions. But I don’t know what to do with them - I don’t even know if they’re achievable. 

02. Are you the person people go to when they need cheering up? Depends on the person that needs cheering up, I suppose. But not generally. I’m not the cheeriest person

03. Are people attracted to your warm spirit? Older people are.

04. Do you find it strange when people dwell on the past? Not at all. The past shapes us and makes us who we are. It’s important to a degree. But also, it’s hard to not ruminate in past traumas and such.

05. Are you often successful in business? Not at all. Currently jobless and I doubt that will change any time soon.

06. Do you always have to have the best? Not the best... but I don’t like to lose either.

07. Do routines bore you? No. I need routine. I feel scattered and flustered without it.

08. Do you love flattery? I can get kind of uncomfortable if it’s excessive.

09. Do you like your intimate moments to be familiar, but not routine? Yes.

10. Do you like to be pampered? Never really been pampered so... I don’t know.

▹ VIRGO ◃ 01. Do you solve problems logically? I try to.

02. Do people often find you cold and unattached? If they don’t know me very well.

03. Do you have an excellent memory? Not anymore.

04. Are you good at problem solving? It doesn’t seem like I am, these days.

05. Do you successfully help others solve their disputes? Not my bizness.

06. Do you analyze all the facts before making decisions? I try to.

07. Are you unpredictable? Not these days. I’m disastrously a creature of habit.

08. Do you keep your surroundings organized? More like organized chaos.

09. Would you ever engage in a one-night-stand? Sure, why not?

10. Is sex low in importance to you? Actually, these days, my sex drive has really been increasing. So it’s rising up the totem pole.

▹ LIBRA ◃ **This is me** 01. Do you prefer to hang out in groups? Mmm... I prefer one on one time more often. But sometimes groups can be a lot of fun!

02. Do you dislike hard work? Depends on the kind of work.

03. Do you love the unusual? Very much so.

04. Do you get along with people well? I try to!

05. Are you good at thinking up original ideas? Quite a bit.

06. Do you trust your intuition? I have a hard time distinguishing ‘intuition’ and feelings.

07. Do you tend to hide your feelings to keep peace among a group? If I have to, absolutely.

08. Do you have difficulties making decisions? Yeah. I’m pretty waffle-y.

09. Are you easygoing? I try to just roll with whatever shit comes my way. I have to, with everything that’s been going on with me.

10. Do you prefer ‘classy’ sex? Ex: No bathroom stall sex? Pfft. I’m not classy in the least. BUT. There’s a time and a place. And a bathroom stall is not one of those places.

▹ SCORPIO ◃ 01. Are you one to never give up? I’m so ridiculously hardheaded.

02. Do you prefer to live alone? I miss it. But right now I can’t imagine living alone.

03. Are you always the one who is in control? I try so hard to be. I have a hard time relinquishing control.

04. Are your relationships always complicated? No.

05. Do you often hold grudges? Not with people.

06. Do you prefer to be in a position of power? No thank you.

07. Are you always worrying about competitors? Kind of?

08. Has anyone ever accused you of being power hungry or controlling? Controlling, yes. Power hungry? No.

09. Do people consider you a deep and intense person? Very much so.

10. Are you one to often act out a sexual fantasy? Hell yeah, I’m game!

▹ SAGITTARIUS ◃ 01. Do you welcome change? Not at all.

02. Do you make decisions by judging how much freedom you would have? Yes, sometimes.

03. Are you philosophical? I can be.

04. Would people say you are an excellent conversionalist? Conversationalist? Sure.

05. Are you often late to things? Always. Notoriously. You can bet on it.

06. Do you become irritable when you are bored? I have known to be.

07. Are you pretty unemotional? Quite the opposite.

08. Do you mostly have a positive disposition? Outwardly, I try to seem that way. But on the inside... not so much.

09. Would you be into risque sexual encounters? Maybe.

10. Do you prefer no-strings-attached sex? I’m not entirely opposed.

▹ CAPRICORN ◃ 01. Do you know generally what your capabilities are? Yes.

02. Do you tend to do things yourself because you don’t trust others to finish things? Not that I don’t trust them to finish... But I don’t know if they’ll do it to my liking.

03. Are you always interested in being the best you can be? These days I don’t give a flying fuck.

04. Do you have great time management skills? Noooope.

05. Do you prefer to stick to a routine? Absolutely.

06. If someone was to give you a gift, would you prefer it to be practical over expensive? Yes.

07. Does it bother you when someone is late to meet you? I know I’m a hypocrite, but yeah, to a degree.

08. Do you prefer to be in classy atmospheres? Like I said, I’m not about class.

09. Are you a conventional person? I don’t think so.

10. Is life black and white? Absolutely not.

▹ AQUARIUS ◃ 01. Do you go out of your way to help others? Yeah. More than I should.

02. Do you live a no-strings-attached life? No. I get very attached.

03. Do you tend to rebel, just to have your way? Against life - yes.

04. How observant would you say you are? Fairly.

05. Are you intellectually driven? Very.

06. Would others say that you are witty? Yes. I get told that a bit.

07. Do you quickly adapt to any situation? Not quickly. But I will adapt.

08. Do you often unintentionally insult people? No, I’m very careful about my words.

09. Do you generally accept everyone as they are? YES.

10. Do you prefer spontaneous sex? I’m down for it.

▹ PISCES ◃ 01. Are you often the submissive one in your relationships? I’m definitely a switch.

02. Do you often take other’s problems and make it your own? Unfortunately.

03. Are you good at writing or poetry? It’s one of the things I’m best at.

04. Are you a mystical/spiritual person? Spiritual.

05. Would you say you are mostly molded by your surroundings? Oh yeah.

06. Is your intuition often right? Already answered.

07. Would you say that you often have bad luck and misfortune? Seems to be that way.

08. Do you like to role play during sex? Not all the time. But sometimes I’m into it.

09. Do you like erotic games? >_> Maybe...

10. Do you often stand up for what you believe in? Always.

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Don’t Dream It’s Over Chapter 8

Series Summary: Liam and Ali thought that their relationship was perfect, but their whole world came crashing down when Constantine called him back to Cordonia. Four years later they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party, determined to make things between them work even if it isn’t always easy.

In this AU, Liam and MC (Ali Moonessar) dated for a year in New York while Leo was still crown prince. They broke up when Constantine asked Liam to come back to Cordonia, but they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party before the social season. The story will contain flashbacks, which will be italicized, of their relationship and follow them as they try to navigate the season with Ali as a suitor. I’ve messed around with the timeline a bit so that it fits the story better. I’ve also added in a few OCs of my own.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Ali Moonessar)

Word Count: 3,918

Disclaimer: I’ve changed up the timeline of the social season a bit to fit my story better. I’ve based it off of some research I did on the British Social Season.

Taglist: @flowerpowell, @kingliam2019, @ao719, @emceesynonymroll, @hopefulmoonobject, @dcbbw, @qammh-blog, @liamxs-world, @drakesensworld, @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction, @timmagickfrog, @lauradowning29

A/N: This is my first time ever posting a fic. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and would like to read more. I thrive on validation, lol. Thanks for reading!

Catch Up: Masterlist

Constantine was intrigued. The Beaumont suitor had definitely made an impression. There was no hiding that Liam was completely smitten with her, and he could tell that she cared for him just as much. But, the fact that they loved each other didn’t ensure that she would make a good queen. Constantine knew that she hadn’t had a chance to prove herself yet, but he also knew that what Cordonia needed was someone who was truly ready to take the throne. They needed someone who wouldn’t require a long adjustment period. Someone who had been born and bred for this. Someone like Madeleine. He and Regina had both agreed on that. 

“You wanted to see me, Your Majesty,” Bastien said, opening the door to Constantine’s office.

“Yes, Bastien. Come in,” he said, motioning for the other man to sit down, “What do you know about our newest member of the court?”

“I assume you mean Lady Alison, sir?” Bastien asked.

The king nodded and watched as Bastien shifted in his seat.

“She has a clean record, sir. No criminal background. She graduated with perfect grades and a Bachelor’s Degree in Biology. When she left New York she was pursuing a Master’s degree and working part time as a waitress.”

“There has to be something, Bastien. I need you to find me every bit of information you can on her,” Constantine persisted. 

It was clear that Bastien was uncomfortable, but he had sworn an oath to obey his king. 

“Of course, sir.”

~~~

“Rise and shine, little blossom!” Maxwell knocked cheerfully on her door. 

Ali groaned into her pillow and pulled on a bathrobe. Maxwell had learned the hard way that she often slept in various states of undress, and after the first few times of walking in on her naked and dramatically complaining about his innocent eyes, he realized that it was always safer not to barge into her room.

“Morning, Max,” she said. 

She opened the door and immediately turned back around and dropped onto the bed. Maxwell sighed and laid down on his back next to her, staring at the ceiling.

“So tonight is the Masquerade. It’s the first official event of the social season, and Bertrand wanted me to remind you that everything needs to go perfectly. It’ll be your introduction to court and- hey are you listening to me?” Maxwell said.

“Mhm,” Ali mumbled, burying her face back into her pillow. 

Maxwell waved his hand in front of her face a few times and smiled mischievously when she didn’t respond. He walked into her bathroom, grabbed a tube of liquid eyeliner, and made his way quietly back over to the bed. 

He leaned over her carefully, moving in an over exaggerated slow motion so that he wouldn’t wake her. However, as soon as the brush touched her skin Ali jumped up, frantically wiping at her face. She looked at the black liquid on her hand and then to the startled Maxwell who had fallen onto the floor. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, still half asleep and slightly disoriented.

Maxwell smiled sheepishly at her. 

“Nothing.” 

She looked back at the mark on her hand again and laughed tiredly. 

“Mustache?” she asked.

“Maybe.”

She glared at him playfully, grabbed the eyeliner out of his hand, and hurried to get showered and dressed. 

“So, you were saying something about being perfect,” she said playfully, now fully awake after her shower.

“Just that you are,” Maxwell said. 

The two shared a laugh before he continued. 

“Bertrand wants everything to go perfectly tonight. So that means that you need to be able to look and act like a lady of the court.”

“Right, no pressure there,” she said taking a seat next to him on the bed, “I know you said not to stress out about what to wear tonight, but I feel the need to remind you that my body type isn’t exactly easy to shop for.”

Even though she had actively been more body positive lately, that didn’t change the fact that her body type wasn’t easy to shop for. She hated shopping because it always got her down on herself. She wasn’t very tall, and her body wasn’t thin so clothes tended to be too long on her and usually had an unflattering shape. 

Maxwell smiled at her conspiratorially. 

“I promise everything’s taken care of,” he said getting up and walking to the door.

“What does that mean?” she called as she ran after him. 

“You’ll see later. Now come on,” he said, speeding up his pace. 

Ali was typically a fast walker, but Maxwell’s legs were much longer than hers, and she found herself running to catch up with him. 

“Where are we going?” she asked. 

He just raised a finger to his lips in a playful shushing motion and looked over the corner of the nearby hallway to make sure it was empty. He placed his hand on her upper back and quickly guided her to a door at the very end of the hall. 

“Why are you being so secretive?” she whispered. 

He motioned for her to open the door, and a lavish sitting room was revealed to her when she did. Liam stepped into her line of sight, and when she turned to look back at Maxwell, he winked and reached over the threshold to shut the door from his place in the hallway.

Ali laughed and walked into Liam’s arms. 

The room had high ceilings and was filled with a mix of antique and modern furniture that practically screamed royalty. The wall on the far left to where they stood was completely made up of bookshelves, and the wall to the right of where they stood had double-doors opened to reveal a bedroom with a large, plush bed. 

“Is this the royal bedchamber? Prince Liam, how scandalous!” she said in a mockingly posh accent as he pulled her in for a gentle kiss. 

Liam chuckled against her lips and settled his hands on her waist. 

“I wanted to see you one last time before tonight,” he mumbled, pressing kisses down her neck. 

Her body, which had been completely relaxed a moment ago, tensed at his words. After tonight everything would change. The social season was officially starting, and she would not only have to put all of Bertrand’s intense training into use, but she would also have to watch Liam spend time with several other women. 

Liam pulled away from her neck and looked at her, his eyes searching her face for an indication of why her posture changed. 

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing. Well, not nothing. It’s just… this is all really happening, huh?” she laughed nervously. 

“Yes, it is. Are you still sure it’s what you want?” he asked, taking her hand into his and guiding her to a sofa located in the sitting area of the room. 

Ali sat sideways on the couch, throwing her legs over his lap and resting her head against his shoulder. His hand began to mindlessly trace circles against her calf as she sighed softly. 

“Yes, I want this. I’m just nervous,” she said in what she hoped was a convincing voice. 

It was true that she wanted to be with him, but she wasn’t sure how she would be able to fit in at court. Her mind had constantly been going back and forth between being confident in herself and her abilities and being convinced that she had no idea what she was doing.  

She was also worried about her relationship with him in general. She knew that she was completely in love with the Liam that she knew years ago, but time had passed and she was worried about making uprooting her entire life to follow him here. She had barely spent much time with him in the past month, and she was confused now more than ever with the season beginning tonight. The heaviness of their situation was weighing down on her. Ali would find herself lying awake at night, agonizing over whether or not she had made the right decision. But, she couldn’t deny the fact that she still got butterflies in her stomach when he smiled at her or that he could still light her skin ablaze with just one touch. 

“Is that the only thing that’s bothering you?” he asked skeptically. 

Ali groaned internally. She should have known he would see through her. He was the most observant person in the world, and he already knew all of her tells. 

“Yeah, I guess I’m just worried about last night. On a scale of one to Katie from the cruise, how much do you think Constantine and Regina hated me?” she joked, relieved that she had managed to change the subject. 

Liam was visibly trying his best to suppress his laughter and was failing miserably. He finally gave in and laughed freely, causing Ali to smile. She loved seeing him happy, and she filed that away in her mind, the thought only adding to her confusion. 

“How do you know about her?” he asked when he finally stopped laughing. 

“Oh, Maxwell made sure to tell me all about it,” she said, smiling widely. 

“Well, in her defense, they didn’t hate her. They just didn’t believe she would make a suitable queen.”

“And what about me?”

Liam looked at her fondly. 

“Neither of them said much last night after dinner, but I think you may have charmed them. I believe that they were both impressed with the way you handled yourself around Madeleine, and I believe they respected your decision to tell them the truth about our relationship and the fact that you looked at things realistically instead of fantasizing about something that may not come to pass.”

“Did you respect that?” she asked in a quiet voice, looking down at her lap. 

Liam sighed and placed his hand under her chin, tilting her head up.

“I wish you had told me your concerns back then. I may have been able to help you through them,” he replied. 

His voice remained gentle and her stomach dropped when she realized that he was more hurt than he was angry.

“I know I should have, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to talk about it. I was so crazy about you, so it was easier to convince myself that everything was okay than to admit that I was afraid of losing it all.”

“I’m glad you changed your mind, though. I’m glad you never left.” 

“So am I.”

Liam’s voice was full of love, and Ali completely melted against him. Their lips connected in tender kiss, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pinned her to the couch beneath him. However, just as her fingers began to unbutton his white dress shirt, there was a loud knock on the door that caused them to jump apart.

“I’m coming in!” Maxwell yelled. 

He had one hand clamped tightly over his eyes which caused him to walk straight into a side table.

“You can look, Max,” Ali laughed out as he hissed in pain. 

“Just wanted to be safe,” he groaned, removing his hand from his eyes and bringing it down to clutch his throbbing side. 

“Bertrand wants to meet us for lunch.”

“Let me guess, he has something to discuss with us, and it’s of the utmost importance that we be there on time?” she asked, lowering her voice an octave to imitate the older Beaumont. 

“That was a great impression,” Maxwell said.

“Yes, it was very good,” Liam agreed. 

Ali smiled at the two of them and kissed Liam on the cheek. 

“I’ll see you later,” she said. 

He nodded and watched as she disappeared through the door with Maxwell. He could tell that there had been something else on her mind, but he also knew her well enough to know that pushing her to talk to him when she wasn’t ready would only upset her even more.

Ali’s mind was completely absent through her lunch with Bertrand, and he was getting increasingly irritated as she stared off mindlessly while he spoke. 

“Are you even listening to me?” he barked, causing her to jump in her seat. 

“I- um,” she stammered, looking at him nervously. 

In truth, she had no idea what he was saying. But, before Bertrand could open his mouth to scold her, Maxwell took the opportunity to keep the peace. 

“Ali’s ready for tonight. She was trained by the best,” he said, motioning to his older brother. 

Bertrand seemed to relax slightly at his words but tensed again just as quickly.

“The other ladies competing for Liam’s hand have been preparing for this since birth. Alison has only been learning about court for one month. It doesn’t matter who she was trained by. She still needs to listen, or she could ruin everything,” Bertrand scowled. 

Ali’s shoulders slumped, and the action did not go unnoticed by Maxwell. 

“I think she needs to just relax before she starts to get ready for tonight. Maybe a nice bubble bath,” he said, already grabbing her arm and pulling her out of her chair before Bertrand could react. 

Maxwell pulled her into a fast walk, wanting to put as much space between them and Bertrand as possible. He knew he would probably be in trouble for this later, but he could also tell that his new friend was spiralling and that his brother wasn’t making the situation any better. 

“Thanks, Maxwell,” Ali said quietly. 

They had reached her room, and she was ready to take a nap until the social season was over. She closed her eyes and lay back against the pillows on her bed. The day was barely halfway over, and she was already exhausted.

“Blossom?” Maxwell said softly.

Ali opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly.

“Are you going to be okay?” 

The girl smiled at him softly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She had learned over their time together that Maxwell was extremely perceptive and empathetic even though people were quick to write off as an irresponsible screw-up.  

“I think so. You may have actually been onto something when you mentioned a bubble bath,” she said, sitting up and pulling him into a quick hug.

“I’ll be back in two hours to start helping you get ready. Enjoy the bubbles!” he said, hopping off the bed and walking to the door. 

Ali watched him leave and made her way over to her bathroom. She turned on the water and poured some lavender scented bubble bath in. The smell of the lavender immediately began to calm her nerves as she watched bubbles fill the large tub, and she was grateful that Maxwell has suggested it.

She stayed in the tub until the water had gone cold and was feeling completely relaxed when she got out. Her decision to come to Cordonia had already been made, and she wasn’t turning back now. All she could do was go down tonight and do her best.

She dressed quickly in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt before sitting down and applying a simple base of makeup.

“Are you decent?” she heard a voice call through her door. 

Ali furrowed her eyebrows and opened her door to the sight of Drake who was half ready himself. His tie was still hanging undone underneath his shirt collar, and he had his suit jacket slung over his left arm. 

“Wow, Drake, look at you! Do a little spin for me,” she said jokingly, backing up and turning her finger in a circle. 

Drake rolled his eyes and brushed past her, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. 

“Maxwell said to finish your face and meet him down in the boutique when you’re done,” he said.

“Okay, did he specify how I should finish my face?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. 

“Red lipstick.”

“Um, okay,” she said, slightly confused. “Where’s the boutique?”

“It’s on the lowest floor of the east wing.”

“Yeah, I have no idea where that is,” she said, rummaging around in her makeup bag and sitting down in front of the mirror of her vanity. 

“If you hurry up, I’ll walk you down,” he said as he began fiddling with his tie.

“Do you know why Maxwell has been so secretive every time I ask him about what I’m supposed to wear during the season?” 

“Mhm,” he said, shrugging his jacket on.

“Are you going to tell me?” 

“Why would I? You’re going to find out in like find out in five minutes anyway.” 

“Fine, just lead the way.” 

Ali followed him as he lead her through the palace halls before stopping in front of an ornate door. He motioned for her to enter. 

“I’ll see you after,” he nodded at her. 

She shot him a half smile and opened the door to see a tall woman with long, dark hair in her underwear trying on a dress.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here,” Ali said.

The woman pulled the dress up and glanced back at her momentarily, not actually taking in her face. 

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t have an appointment. I’m just searching desperately for something to wear last minute,” the woman said, struggling with the zipper on the back of the dress. 

“Do you need help with that?” Ali asked. 

“Oh, that would be amazing,” she said, stepping back so Ali could reach the zipper, “I’m Hana.” 

“Thank you. Not many girls here are like you,” she said kindly, as she pulled on a matching mask.

“Helpful?” Ali asked. 

“Nice.” 

Ali smiled before she realized that she hadn’t yet introduced herself. 

“I’m Ali, by the way.”

“Oh,” the other girl looked taken aback for a second, finally taking in her features as a look of realization crossed her features. 

Ali cringed. She knew it was more than likely that people in Cordonia had seen the articles, but a part of her had hoped that maybe they would just look the other way. However, much to her surprise, a kind smile graced Hana’s face after her initial shock. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Ali. Do you need help finding a dress?” she asked.

“Well, I guess so. Maxwell Beaumont just told me to come down here. I’m not really sure what I should be looking for.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m here then!” said a cheerful voice from behind the two of them. 

Ali turned around and smiled widely.

“Em!” she squealed, throwing herself into the blonde girl’s arms, “What are you doing here?” 

“I got a call from a certain former crown prince a few days after you left. He said he would take care of the cost of materials if I made your gowns and helped prepare your outfits for the season. It’s a chance for me to get free publicity for my designs and for you to get appropriate outfits. Maxwell didn’t tell you because he thought it would be a nice surprise to motivate you tonight,” she said, with a smile on her face. 

“Leo called you?” Ali asked, surprised. 

Emma nodded her head.

“I’ve been working nonstop for the past month. You would not believe how much shopping I’ve done, but I have a pretty good idea of what I want you to wear. I’ve completely finished a few of your dresses, and there are others that I still need you to try on so I can make alterations. But, I’m prepared for tonight,” she said, with a smile. 

Emma reached over to a clothes rack standing near them and grabbed a red dress. 

“Now go put this on,” she said, pushing her into one of the dressing rooms. 

The red dress had a fitted lace bodice, with a plunging neckline and long lace sleeves. The lace ended at the waist of the dress, and the flared skirt was made up of red, floor length tulle. The dress fit perfectly, not like she expected anything else from Emma Larson, and the color stood out gorgeously against Ali’s brown skin. 

Ali could hear Emma and Hana speaking softly to each other as she ran her hands down the soft material. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to look in the mirror. 

“Emma, this dress is amazing! How do I look?” she said, stepping out of the dressing room. 

The two women were pulled out of their conversation. They both smiled at her appearance, Emma beaming with pride.

“Hotter than fire, my darling,” Hana said.

Emma handed her an ornate black mask that was attached to a long stick. Ali held it up over her face and looked in the mirror for the first time that night. It felt odd, but she liked what she saw. She had been so worried about this, about fitting in, about how she would look out of her usual baggy clothing. But, she was proud of the person she saw looking back at her in the mirror. She felt good about herself, and that was empowering. 

“I’m going to have to hold this in front of my glasses all night,” she sighed as she realized how far away from her face she had to hold the mask to keep it from touching her glasses.  

“Well, you could just get contacts,” Emma said, with a smile. 

The girl had been trying to convince her to get contact lenses for years, but she refused on the grounds that she didn’t want to put anything in her eyes. 

“Not a chance,” she said. 

“One last thing,” Emma said, pulling a small jewelry box from behind her back. 

“A certain special someone asked me to give you this tonight,” she lowered her voice so that Hana couldn’t hear her. 

She took a silver necklace with a delicate heart-shaped pendant out of the box and placed it around the other girl’s neck. Ali smiled at her reflection in the mirror and took a deep breath to steel herself. 

“Well, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, making her way to the door of the boutique. 

“Good luck!” Emma said, giving her one last hug. 

Ali left Hana and Emma, who seemed to be bonding, in the boutique and found Maxwell and Drake both waiting for her nearby. An appreciative whistle left Maxwell’s mouth as looked her over, and Ali would have been insulted if she hadn’t known him well enough to know his intentions. 

“You look… good,” Drake said, taking in her appearance. 

Ali smirked at him and didn’t miss the way a slight blush crept up his cheeks. 

“Thanks, Drake.” 

Maxwell held his arm out to her and she took his elbow with one hand and Drake’s with the other. She felt confident walking down to the ballroom sandwiched between the two of them. When they reach the ballroom doors Drake broke away from them. 

“I’m going to enter the ballroom through a side door. I’ll see you around,” he said, giving her a half smile. 

Ali nodded in his direction and looked ahead to the ballroom doors. Maxwell gave her one last encouraging smile as the doors flew open, and the herald announced his title. A new set of butterflies erupted in her stomach as she watched him walk down the stairs into the room below them. She stepped up to the man and gave him her name. 

“Lady Alison Moonessar of New York!” he called in a loud voice.