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LA VIE EN ROSE… trent alexander-arnold

part two

trent buys white roses every week in maisie's flower shop, becoming her favourite customer.

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"white roses?" wonders maisie jokingly when she sees trent walking through the door of the shop a few days after the torrential rains that had fallen on liverpool.

he nods with a laugh, "you're getting to know me," the same joking tone animates the corners of his mouth and maisie feels herself melting under his soft irises.

their little chat last time when the scouse weather decided to get wild seems to have made the two young adults more familiar with each other, especially when they realised they were the same age. maisie now feels more comfortable joshing with him than before, although his presence still intimidates her.

"soon i'll know everything about you," she laughs in a fake threatening tone.

trent bursts out laughing as if she had just made the joke of the century, and his eyes take on a special glow. they keep joking and talking about all sorts of things while maisie prepares the bouquet. she thanks her luck, there are not many customers on tuesday mornings so they can chat for longer than usual.

"you have good taste, you know. white roses are beautiful," says maisie as she adjusts the flowers together so that the bouquet is perfectly round.

"you too," trent replies and maisie watches his face break down into an embarrassed expression, "i mean... you have good taste too."

"thank you," maisie is unable to contain her delighted smile followed by a nervous chuckle, "do you know what white roses mean?"

trent shakes his head negatively, scratching the back of his neck, still embarrassed by the awkward moment he has just created, waiting to hear what the girl is thinking next. indeed, he has never wondered about their meanings, trent has just always found them particularly pretty.

"when you give them to someone, it's either as a sign of peace, reconciliation but it can also be a sign of respect when you think very highly of that person," trent smiles when she talks about respect because it fits perfectly with the person he's giving them to. "or, more rarely, we offer them to our secret love, someone we don't dare to admit our feelings to."

trent nods, he doesn't need to, but he thinks the meaning is still very nice. for him, the changing messages depending on the colour you choose shows a remarkable sensitivity that he hopes he has grasped. roses are the language of silent love. trent is a loving person, obviously, he adores them.

"and... how long have you been working here?" changes the subject trent.

"i used to help my grandmother when i was a kid, but it really became my job, i'd say, two years ago, when i moved to liverpool," says maisie.

trent nods, then bites the inside of his cheek, hesitating, "can i ask you where you used to live, or is that too weird? you're allowed not to answer me, i'll understand."

the young man starts scratching the back of his neck again and maisie can't help but smile. this little habit he has of being overly mobile whenever a situation embarrasses him is adorable according to the girl. his complacency touches her a lot, trent truly seems to be a sweet person, shy around the edges.

"no, it's okay," maisie reassures him, "i was in brighton for law school before, but i didn't like it anymore so i moved to liverpool to be closer to my grandmother. i'm from london actually," trent nods thoughtfully as she feels she's laying out her life too much in front of the man who is still a stranger.

just as maisie is about to add something, the bell rings and a customer in her twenties enters the shop. disappointed, she then cashes in trent and hands him his flowers before greeting the new customer, who is left speechless beside the man.

trent is, for sure, very handsome, has a smile that would make anyone fall over, and exudes charisma like no other, but the florist doesn't think that's a reason to be speechless in front of him.

especially since it's so strange.

trent then starts to act weirdly too, he seems to be in more of a hurry than before. in a flash, he has disappeared into the doorway, almost without a goodbye. frowning more, she watches the young woman in the shop close her mouth and pull herself together.

"hello, can i help you?"

"uh, i-, lisianthus please," says the still confused customer.

as she begins to prepare the bouquet, maisie asks, "is everything okay?"

"i guess so," the woman simply replies and the florist blows out a breath and decides to pretend nothing has happened.

her mind is absent all afternoon afterwards because she can't figure out why trent left so quickly. she didn't even have time to write on the little tag and she feels bad about it —maisie doesn't like to do her job halfway.

margaret, who has been in the shop for almost an hour, seems to notice. after cashing in a customer, she approaches her granddaughter before asking, "what's on your mind?"

"nothing. i'm just... tired," maisie finds it hard to explain what happened earlier since she herself has no explanation. her grandmother doesn't insist, and it's for the better.

when she closes the shop at the end of the day, maisie tries to put it out of her mind, but no matter how hard she tries, trent occupies her thoughts.

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for a fortnight, trent doesn't show up at the belrose boutique, and maisie feels a little sad. she has the impression she did something wrong last time, especially when she thinks about the way he left without saying a word. so immersed in her thoughts and the flowers she is readjusting on the displays, maisie doesn't have the presence of mind to hear footsteps stop behind her.

"what kind of flowers are these?" trent asks as he leans over her shoulder to take a closer look at the bouquet she's holding in her hands, a bouquet that quickly ends up on the ground after the stupor the man's gesture has produced in her. "shit, sorry, i didn't mean to scare you," trent apologizes and the girl picks up the bouquet, getting up at the speed of light.

"uh... chrysanthemums," maisie stammers as she adjusts her hair, still embarrassed that he startled her again.

it's then that she realizes how close they are as they stand facing each other. trent is wearing a multi-colored jumper that must be worth more than the entire shop, accompanied by a long black coat that only he could wear without looking ridiculous, and maisie finds herself even more intimidated by the man. he's not even that tall but the aura he exudes has a way of charming, especially the girl, who can feel her face turning all pink.

for her sake, she takes two small steps back and trent finally greets her as maisie does the same. a small silence ensues where neither of them knows what to say. to be honest, maisie didn't expect to see him again —his departure was so precipitous the last time.

"you came back," the woman simply says with a small smile.

"yeah, i needed a few days to get over the 'you too' thing," laughs trent, still a little embarrassed, and maisie nods to let him know it's nothing. scratching the back of his neck, he continues, "sorry about last time, i left a little fast but i was in a hurry and-"

maisie cuts him off rather quickly, "it's okay, i promise. it's all good."

to tell the truth, the young woman is relieved. he seems sincere in his apology so the fear that it was her fault he left so quickly fades away.

"can i have some white roses then, please?"

as she does every time he comes in, maisie nods and begins her preparations. always finding something to say while waiting for his bouquet to be ready, trent seems unusually quiet this morning, except when he begins to hear the first notes of 'you'll never walk alone' over the shop's speakers.

he wonders, "football fan?"

frowning, maisie is confused, "what?"

trent then proceeds to explain how the song is related to football and especially to the club liverpool.

"oh. my dad is a fan of that club, that's probably why we have that song on the playlist in the shop, he must have added it," she finds herself talking a lot because she's coming to the end of the bouquet but for some reason doesn't want to see trent leave already. "to be honest, i don't know anything about football."

the subject broached, trent straightens up and a smirk appears on his mouth without maisie noticing, "you don't even watch the english team play?"

she huffs and puffs, "i must have watched the final last summer, what was it again?" her memories are hazy, but she had only followed the match with one ear.

"the euro. it was against the italians," trent's words bring back the girl's memory and she lets out a little 'ah yes'.

"do you follow football a lot?" maisie asks so innocently to continue the conversation. trent looks tired behind his small eyes and drawn features —she thinks he is probably having a bad day.

"i think it's cool," he shrugs.

"i think i only know a few of the players on the england squad. like mark rashford, harry keen and, and... and that's it really," she gives a little sorry pout.

her last sentence finally triggers a flash of hilarity in trent, and some of the tension in his shoulders disappears. really, the young man doesn't seem to be himself this morning. maisie smiles at his beautiful laugh, and inwardly applauds herself for having managed to cheer him up —even if she doesn't understand what's so funny.

"it's marcus, not mark and harry kane, not keen," trent corrects her once his laughter has subsided and he can pronounce his words clearly.

maisie's face immediately flushes and she doesn't dare to look the man in the eye anymore. finally, she bursts out laughing too. the situation is quite comical after all, her football knowledge is close to nothing.

"i didn't ask you last time, but why did you stop your studies? well, if it's not too indiscreet," he clears his throat, hoping he hasn't made a blunder, but when she hands him the bouquet with a reassuring smile, his widens with a relieved sigh.

"law school was too much pressure. i think it was definitely not for me. nothing particularly interesting, though."

but trent turns his head negatively, "i don't agree. it's good that you realized that early on. besides, florist suits you better, i think," he inquires and something in his deep voice makes her blush, forcing her to look away.

"thank you," maisie stammers, her cheeks flushing.

they look at each other for a long time, smiling, just separated by a counter and windows full of flowers of all kinds. the radio continues to play the same music in the background, and they seem to be caught up in another world, a dimension where time is suspended. trent suddenly opens his mouth, as if to say something, but is interrupted by the ringing of the bell and the doors opening.

"i've got to go," he murmurs, and grabs his bouquet in a hurry, "i'll be late for work."

with the will to ask him back what he does for a living, she doesn't even have time: trent is already out. so charmed, she doesn't notice the excited whispering of the boy in the red shirt tugging at his mother's jacket.

part 3

#football #football fanfic #football imagine #liverpool fc #football imagines #liverpool #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold fanfic #trent alexander arnold imagine

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missmungoe · 5 years ago

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Can I just say how absolutely hyped and in love I am with Andromeda Unbound? Because I nearly lost it when I saw the notification on my phone. The way you write Ma-chan is fantastic and how people seem to gravitate to her whether they like it or not like shes the eye of the storm gets me. Like could you imagine if the roles were reversed and she was on the execution list? Absolute havoc! I'm so curious about what she's doing with her haki too. Anyway your fantastic and I love it!

(hi I was really happy to hear this, so here’s a snippet from the next chapter!)

“I was right, wasn’t I?”

Dragon hadn’t looked up from his desk when he’d entered the captain’s quarters, but did so now, and the look on his face told Sabo his cheek hadn’t gone unnoticed. Whether it was appreciated, now that was a different matter. “It was the right decision to get her.”

The quirk of a single brow betrayed a wry amusement that wasn’t nearly as rare as rumour would have it. “The last time our paths crossed, she didn’t even reach my knee, and was too shy to come out from behind her mother’s skirts,” Dragon said. “You will forgive me for voicing my concerns.”

Sabo grinned. “She wasn’t hiding this time.”

“No,” Dragon conceded, the corner of his severe mouth lifting a fraction. “I half-expected a scolding. Her mother was a formidable woman. Even of a gentler nature, I am glad to see her daughter is no pushover.”

His grin eased, and dropping into the armchair sitting before the desk, “She’s convincing,” Sabo agreed. “I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about her.”

“I do,” Dragon said, without hesitation, his gaze sweeping over the newspapers spread across his desk. With Red-Hair’s capture and impending execution, the Reverie’s importance had dropped below the fold, reduced to brief mentions of the expected attendees. The most recent edition included an outline of the Nefertari royal family, and the plucky crown princess. “Red-Hair boasts a similar…persuasion.”

Then, wry, “Perhaps we ought to send her to the Five Elders,” Dragon mused. “I would hazard even they would have trouble, faced with the ruthless scrutiny of those eyes.”

Sabo’s smile fell. Then, “…I honestly can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

Dragon just looked at him, although Sabo was tempted to say that didn’t settle his concerns in the least.

“Her haki,” Dragon said then, his tone considering now, and Sabo knew that look; the intrigue that so few even thought him capable of, but Dragon was more like his son than most people knew. “It is a strain I have not encountered before.”

“Of observation?” Sabo asked, and Dragon nodded, his expression deepening to a frown as he looked at the newspapers, and the numerous photographs of Red-Hair.

“Proficient observation users have a keener sense of the world than others,” he began, before directing his next words at Sabo. “You perceive it differently. You don’t use your eyes to see, but your senses. A haki user of your calibre can single out an individual from a crowd even at a distance. Right now, you could point out Koala’s position to me, or Ivankov and Inazuma’s.”

“Her cabin, the infirmary, and the galley,” Sabo said, not a single beat missed, and Dragon inclined his head, as though to indicate his point had been taken.

For her part, Makino was out on deck. Sabo was surprised to find it was the case; after the events of the night, he’d expected her to want to stay in her cabin. But her presence was as still as the sea; quiet East Blue where she carried them through the dark towards their destination.

From his considering look, Dragon knew where his mind had gone, although he appeared to be gauging him, as though he was looking for something.

“How deep does that sense go?” he asked him then, and Sabo’s brows knitted.

“What do you mean?”

“Take Koala,” Dragon said, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you feel?”

Drawing a breath, Sabo found her, but then she was always at his fingertips, and the action of singling her out from among all the other people on the ship didn’t even require thought. But then her presence had been a fixture in his mind for as long as he could remember, and it was never hard to imagine her; a sunflower that bent towards his hand when he reached for it.

“She’s calm,” he said. Her heart-rate was normal, and she was awake and alert, despite the late hour. “Focused.” His lips quirked in a smile. “My guess is, she’s going over the Pangaea blueprints again.”

“And if I were to ask you what she’s thinking?”

“Then I’d tell you she’s probably still annoyed I spilled coffee all over them.”

His glibness was met with a patient look, as Dragon explained, “Of our plan.”

This time, Sabo’s mouth firmed, and he hesitated a moment before speaking, “She’s scared.” It wasn’t something Dragon didn’t already know, but it almost felt like a betrayal, revealing it. “The prospect of going to Mariejois makes her uneasy.” He’d already told her she didn’t have to come, and had promptly been told what she thought about that, and where he could stick his concerns. And he understood her reasons for wanting to go, just like he knew why she was afraid.

And it felt curiously intimate, revealing this, something she hadn’t even told him, but before he could stop himself he’d said, “It’s not the thought of going in that scares her, it’s the thought of not being able to get out again.”

Dragon’s expression revealed none of his thoughts, although Sabo doubted this was news to him. “And do you say that because you can sense it, or because you know her so well?”

Sabo thought about it, but he detected no fear in her presence now, nothing at all to suggest that she was even worried, even though he knew it existed, buried under her calm. “The last one,” he said, but then, “Wait, you’re not suggesting that Makino is a mind reader, are you?”

Dragon’s mouth tugged up at one corner, no doubt at the look on his face. “Not exactly, although you are not far off the mark.”

Mouth slightly agape, Sabo just stared at him, but Dragon only shrugged one shoulder.

“One’s innermost self is usually private,” he began, the deep baritone of his voice carrying the words without inflection. The fire crackling in the cabin’s hearth made his tattoos stand out, deepening the already generous shadows gathered in the grooves of his features, but his face revealed nothing of what lay beneath the markings, as he continued gravely, “Our secrets, our shame. What lies at our cores. In a relationship, knowing someone intimately will reveal them, but it’s a knowledge that takes time and patience to uproot. And often, not a small amount of trust.”

He met Sabo’s eyes, wide now that he’d caught on, as Dragon said, “But imagine if you could look at someone and know them for who they are, instantly. The power you might wield over another.” His gaze shifted towards the bank of windows to his right, and East Blue beyond, a black pool under the endless, star-strewn sky. “The things that make us human are what make us vulnerable. In our line of work, it’s not something we can readily afford. As such, some of us go to great lengths to protect that part of ourselves; to keep it hidden from scrutiny, and those who’d seek to use it against us. The same way we train our bodies to withstand damage in order to survive. But while armour can shield your body, your vital organs, there is no protection from an observation that sees right through you.”

He paused, and then to Sabo’s shock, looked at him and said, “She was in my presence less than five minutes, and she knew.”

Stunned, Sabo said nothing, still busy processing what Dragon was saying. But he didn’t appear angry about what she’d done, however unintentional the intrusion had been from Makino’s side. In fact, Sabo almost thought he looked fascinated, a gleam in his eyes now that reminded him, startlingly, of his little brother.

“There is a certain irony to it,” Dragon continued, his even tone taking on a wry lilt. “Her face cannot help its own honesty. She hides nothing of herself, not her thoughts or her feelings. In return, there is no hiding from her. Is it the price for her power, or is that simply who she is? I cannot say. I would wager not even she knows the answer.”

Sabo watched him, standing behind his desk, the imposing figure cut by his broad frame, cloaked in the cabin’s shadows. And few had the privilege of sharing his counsel this way, of taking part in the thought process that lay behind his enigmatic persona; to witness firsthand the keen intelligence, and the fiercely calculating mind. But for all that Sabo probably knew his leader better than most, he still couldn’t claim that he knew who Dragon was.

“Her guileless nature is deceptive,” Dragon said then, before letting slip a soft snort. “I realise that is a paradox, but those are the facts. It’s easy to overlook the depth of her ability. Big waves draw the most attention on this sea, command the most fear, and respect. When the water is clear and the surface perfectly still, few spare a thought to how far it is to the bottom.”

He met Sabo’s eyes, his own bright where they burned in the firelight. “I want you to find out if there is one.”

Frowning, “You mean train her?” Sabo asked, and saw him shake his head.

“No.” His gaze dropped to the newspapers again, fixed on Red-Hair’s face in one of the photographs. His voice was calm, and all the more chilling for it when Dragon said,

“I want you to unleash her.”

#One Piece #asdfsgdf I'm so thrilled to hear you're excited about this fic!#and thank you so much for saying that about how I write Makino?#it's no secret that she's my favourite and I'm always delighted when someone likes the stories centred around her #Makino #Sabo the Revolutionary #Monkey D. Dragon #mungoe writes

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licuadora-nasir · 3 years ago

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My thoughts on Eldarya episode 9.

Weeeell. This episode was... Uhm. It happens many things and we learn a lot of new information.

I think the beginning is one of my favourite moments. I loved when Erika tried to get up from the bed, it was a stupid move but it was also funny and realistic. I mean, she's always been a bundle of nerves, and I love the drama of having everyone rushing to the infirmary and Erika screaming in pain on the floor. But who am I kidding, I love the drama in general.

The scene when she bursts into tears as she was laughing was painfully beautiful. The stress, the fear, the ridiculous situation she's in, the close-to-death experience (and to think this time it was because of someone else), and all the pressure that's on her shoulders are very well reflected on that scene. I felt the frustration and the despair of someone who tries too hard, but it never seems to be enough.

The rest of this episode's plot was good and meh. I say good because these kinds of episodes are necessary. In order to have logical character growth, the protagonist must be seen doing stuff, learning useful knowledge. You cannot expect a character doing incredibly amazing out of nothing (and yes, a few days shouldn't be enough either, but for the sake of the plot we're not going to spend all the episodes training lmao.) without a bit of training.

Karuto is the best character ever. He's the paternal figure Erika needs and has been incredibly sweet during the whole episode. He's delivered every meal to her and made conversation with her to check out how she was doing. In TO he won my heart when he approached the topic of s*xual harassment with Erika, and now he did again comforting her.

Huang Hua and Huang Chu are getting on my nerves with all that "hush-hush" and "hiding secrets game". For once I agree with Koori, I would definitely spy on them. We could spy all the time on everyone during origins, WHY CAN'T WE DO IT NOW?!?

Either way, the situation is worsening and we can see something that I looove so much and it was very common in origins: the tension.

The Origins was crisis after crisis, and that tension is growing. Everyone is stressed. Dear old guard can't keep the calm that has reigned all these years and wise, knows-best Huang Hua is in deep water and it shows. It's a matter of time that she makes a mistake and we see that she's not as perfect as she seems. Miiko left the guard for something, dear.

Mathieu. He's been getting on my nerves throughout all the episode. He cannot even be a good sus lmao. Boy, I've known since episode 4 that you were a sus, stop being so evident, I'm surprised you're not being already thrown in the dungeons. I hope you're churning in guilt after getting your crush shot lol.

I loooved when Leiftan got jealous and awoke his daemon energy, that was so hot omg. Beemoov, can you stop trying to take away from him the main thing that makes him hot pretty please??? He has a mean and evil side and we love and accept him. STOP trying to change Leiftan and to make him an altruistic, gentle soul because he's not. He can be difficult, petty, jealous and selfish, but I love him the way he is and I don't want that changing.

Nevra. Oh, Nevra. The origins reference WAS GREAT. I'm happy the writers remember that a first season happened and Nevra and Erika used to be close enough to let him bite her. The talk about the vampire situation was very interesting, and players deserve to know more about Nevra's lore. Also, fuck you Nevra and fuck you Guard of Eel. I'm not forgiving you for your passiveness regarding human slavery.

I'm delighted humans have the upper hand for the moment. Fuck all the vampires who treated them like blood bags. Suck.it.up. Human nature is cruel and ruthless because, in a world like eldarya, humans are weak. As Ezarel said, "Humans don't last long in Eldarya", so they have to be selfish and individualistic with everyone else in order to survive in this tough world. I love it when fantasy series shows how wicked and cruel humans are. We are the worst razes, and it's GREAT they're not pretending otherwise. "Humans are a breed apart, trampling each other like insects. Coward and perverse, petty and small and nasty, we're more demonic than demons are." -Ciel Phantomhive.

The kiss scene with Lance doesn't make any sense if you didn't have the lov'meter high with him in origins. (Please check out what my dear @slowiedrakie posted here because I agree with everything she's said). It's like: they stare at each other and then Erika kiss him? Where's my flirting? Where's my bold Lance? There was more sexual tension in 26x01 in the cliff than in these 9 episodes.

BUT hey, I have hope. I really do, because Lance is being gentle. He's being so gentle and cautious because he's scared of hurting Erika or making her run away. But the thing is... Erika IS NOT afraid of him. Yes, in battle she's been afraid of him because shit, I would be afraid too if a dragon were spitting fire at me, but the protagonist has never been afraid (depending on your choices) of him as a person cause she has always stood up to him.

But he doesn't know that cause he's lost in his guilt and fear and they need to talk this out.

#eldarya #eldarya spoilers #eldarya ane #eldarya rambling #my rambling #eldarya a new era #eldarya 09x02 #eldarya lance #eldarya mathieu #eldarya nevra #eldarya leiftan #eldarya karuto #eldarya huang hua #eldarya huang chu #lance #leiftan #nevra #mathieu

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berena-cpr · 3 years ago

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Unfinished Masterpieces - Fic Rec List

Remember the WIP on ao3 you can’t let go? The one that resonated with you? The one that you’d give anything to know how it ends?

While the Berena Creative Project Resuscitation event is all about starting to work again on projects sitting in our draft folders, life can get in the way of finishing a project for a hundred reasons.

These works, posted, but still a few chapters short of ending, are loved though and with this list we’d like to share the love for the unfinished masterpieces one can find in the Berena tag on ao3.

Given the high response we had when we asked to tell us about your favourite WIPs, you’ll find the list under the cut:

Anything Else to Declare? -��LittleMissO

“I've personally had sleeping issues since I read LittleMissO's Anything Else to Declare because yeah, I'm still there, breath held and heart pounding like crazy after the most delicious slow burn, and pining, and that outrageously flirtatious conversation over a whiskey.”

that line between your heart and mine - ktlsyrtis

“it is just plain hot but also I love the idea of them writing letters to each other and I also love the exploration of what their relationship might be like with Bernie still being in the RAMC.”

you disappear like your cigarette smoke (now the taste of your kiss is all that remains) - bonnissance

“A wonderful, emotional angst filled fic, looking at how Bernie’s life might still have progressed after Serena left. I loved how it showed her testing her own boundaries to see if it was possible to find another relationship with someone else and when she found that wasn’t something she could do, she accepted it and found other ways to be happy without Serena. I reread it fairly often because although unfinished it doesn’t ever seem incomplete. But the last word “Serena” always leaves me full of a hope that I would dearly love to have fulfilled.”

Secrets in the Dark - Wonko

“I’d love to see this continued!”

For a Good Time Call - Regency

“Young Serena using that pure sex voice of hers to make a little extra as a phone sex operative, and young nervous Bernie taking the first tentative steps in exploring her sexuality. Who better than Serena to help her figure things out? The premise of the fic is ingenious, the writing amazing, the dialogue just outstanding. Hot, sexy, soft and full of compassion and feels. I would sell a kidney to read the next chapter to this – Bernie and Serena meeting years later and recognising each other’s voices.”

you're the only one I never looked for - gutsandglitter

“Never expected I'd enjoy a Baby Boom AU, but I love this fic. Serena hanging out in the country feeling extremely overwhelmed and constantly running into this weird tall, awkward woman named Bernie is a mood. I will forever hold out hope for an update so that I can someday read about them having lots of sex (after an appropriate amount of angst, miscommunication, and unexpected grocery store encounters, of course).”

Things Kayryn doesn't write - Kayryn

“So they’re not exactly unfinished, because they are complete, beautifully crafted, amazingly inventive, head canons, but they’re not completed fic’s so I’m counting them. I actually think that’s one of the lovely things about them, there’s a full story in there but enough space in them to bring your own imagination to the details. The fact that every head canon is spot on and you can completely image it happening is the icing on the cake, and the perfect characterisation is the cherry on top. Canon could have taken lessons from from Kayryn”

I Want to be Your Fantasy (Maybe You Could Be Mine) - Regency

“I just love the concept and the first chapter just pulled me in and I so very much want to know what happens next.”

Notting Hill - Bat_and_Breakfast

“All the “Rom Com idiots in love but they don’t know it miscommunication capers” re-envisaged for Berena you say? Sign me up! I love the way the plot of Notting Hill is absolutely recognisable, but never at the expense of Bernie and Serena’s characters. Everything they do, their responses, the dialogue, is so them. And the cleverly cast Holby regulars as supporting stars - genius. It’s an absolute triumph of transformative work. It’s wonderfully and engagingly written. If you’ve ever got sucked into watching “just a bit” of rom com and found you’ve just lost a couple of hours of your life - this fic does the same thing.”

Follow Me There - troiing

“Full disclosure: I’ve never watched Sanctuary and I know nothing about the characters. But this crossover fic is so good, that it doesn’t even matter.”

hold me closer (tiny dancer) - serenacampbell

“I don’t know why I’m so attached to that fic, but I am. I love the premise of a slow burn fic where the characters still get to do sexy things during the awkward slow burn oblivious period. It’s like the best of both worlds.”

Machu Pechinku - Jrnsaxa

“Forget France and Nepal, what if Serena spent her sabbatical in Peru? The setting in this is beautifully vivid, as is the the delicate ways in which Serena and Bernie start to reconnect after Elinor.”

Hello, Major - lesbianquill

“This is a near perfect Serena being fixated on Bernie in fatigues fic. The first chapter is very insightful, helping us to understand why Bernie might not be happy to accede to Serena’s small kink/obsession. That of course doesn’t last for too long because Bernie loves Serena and she loves having sex with Serena. It was offered as a smutty one shot, but then they rewarded us with an even smuttier second chapter and teased us with the news that a third chapter would be forthcoming. It never happened. Main reason for wishing it could be continued? I enjoy well-written smut.”

In the Spirit of Three Stars - alwayssomethingelse

“Bernie and Serena as Federation officers on Deep Space Nine. Oh, the potential!”

Anatomically Correct - phantomunmasked

“Bernie severely overcompensating for any possible awkwardness in their first time by ordering a mountain of sex toys is a premise that will always delight me. Every time I go back to this one, I ponder what their weekend away would bring with a big grin.”

The Clinic - RexWolfe

“Maybe it’s all the Bramwell we’ve been watching, but this one’s been on my mind lately. Can’t go wrong with a Victorian AU.”

a life in pictures - Regency

"I soooo want to see Serena maybe modelling for Bernie (or at least just how the date goes)”

working up a storm inside my head - sevtacular

“While this isn’t actually an unfinished fic in the sense of chapters missing, the prompt fic collection of Sev can always be added to as far as I’m concerned. Love what has been written so far, hope there will be new chapters with time.”

Body and Soul - ChalkHillBlue

“Possibly the weirdest AU idea ever, this body swap AU makes my brain go crazy with the possibilities every time I read it.”

When We Need One Another The Most - Whispersmummy

“I know this isn’t strictly Berena but it wouldn’t have been written if not for the Berena fandom who love most every conceivable way these two dorks might get together. Very well written (imo) and cleverly constructed fic. Lots and lots of angst and who doesn’t love angst? Only thing missing is a small amount of smut. (Yes I’m back there).”

Ring In The New - fiveroundsrapid

“Fics where Bernie comes to Holby before/during Adrienne’s illness are my kryptonite, and this one is so good!”

Holby One: A Star Wars AAU Story - elitryalittle

“Holby One is my favorite unfinished fic. It’s not just because I came to Berena via Star Wars (a bit of an unusual way, but here I am), but also because I can totally see Serena as a healer and Bernie as a Jedi knight. Kudos for their excellent knowledge of the SWU and this great idea of a crossover fic. I’d give them a limited edition “Looking for Leia” patch and a sticker if they’d finish it.”

to gaze at you, from afar (I sigh, I sigh, I sigh) - bonnissance

“The photographer/model AU you never knew you needed in your life, but you really, really do.”

Heroic Endeavor - Nicolaruth27

“I never would’ve thought I’d be down for a Greek god AU, but this fic has permanent residence in a corner of my brain. Bernie as Athena in mortal form is inspired, and the way the fic is interwoven with canon is a delight.”

what a lovely way to burn - ktlsyrtis

“I just love anything that's weaved into canon but with them being happy and dating and communicating."

Love, Unexpected - Igerna

“Bernie is still married to Marcus when she meets Serena during a conference. They immediately bond and keep in contact, sharing both professional advice and thoughts on their private lives. Love, for them, happens rather unexpectedly. I do love conference fics and slow burns - and this is a good one.”

a little less war torn - kitnkabootle

“The setup for this - in which Serena is the one who goes to help when Bernie is brought to Holby, instead of Raf - is one of my favorite ‘what ifs’ to ponder, and the writing is outstanding.”

#berena #bernie wolfe #serena campbell #holby city #berena cpr #fic rec

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nervousladytraveler · 4 years ago

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"it's our anniversary and i don't want you to see what i've planned so i'm going to lead you into the kitchen blindfolded but i'm going to place a kiss on your head because you're confused about what's happening and it's adorable" slightly strange request, but can you write this one in the Distance between us universe? Feel free to ignore if you aren't interested. Thanks!

Thanks so much for this! Of course if it's an anniversary in the Distance AU, Ross and Demelza aren't celebrating alone.

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“Ross?”

“Just give me five more minutes,” Ross called from the kitchen, hoping he could actually accomplish his mission in that time frame.

The commotion coming from the other room told him he was on borrowed time.

She deserves something elegant, he thought wistfully.

Demelza, his wife of three years, was always such a good sport, and from the day he’d first met her, she’d taken whatever setbacks life handed her with a shrug and a smile. Thankfully any recent trials or tribulations they’d faced together had been minimal, and it was just the day to day burdens of parenthood that seemed the worst of it now. Mucky nappies, runny noses, sleepless nights, picky eaters--still, Demelza never complained even when she was cleaning sick from the nursery floor or replaying the same Peppa Pig video for the 11,000th time.

“Please don’t put yourself through too much trouble,” she laughed. Her voice seemed to be coming from the hallway--she wasn’t peeking was she? He had so wanted this to be a surprise.

Today was their anniversary, and Ross was determined to start an entire day of celebration off on the right foot. He was preparing Eggs Benedict, a favourite of hers and one that held special meaning for them both. It had been a while since he’d last made it--as a parent of young children he’d just been too fuzzy headed in the morning to manage crisping the bacon, keeping the toasted English muffins hot, perfectly poaching the eggs, while also pulling off an unbroken Hollandaise sauce. Today he was sure to drink an extra cup of coffee to help his focus and as he moved around the old farmhouse kitchen, he went through the check list in his head to make sure everything went according to plan and was done at precisely the same time. Ross had also scrambled an egg very plainly for their two year daughter, Julia ,who was going through a particularly fussy stage.

It was Julia and her toddler energy that was adding another layer of complication to this morning’s endeavour.

Of course she was rubbish at keeping secrets--what could one reasonably expect from such a small child, really?--so she needed to be distracted and kept from the kitchen. Every now and then she’d come scampering in with a mischievous shriek and Ross would have to scoop her up and deliver her back to the living room where a suspicious--or at least curious--Demelza waited.

And all of them needed to stay quiet so that the newest Poldark, two month old Jeremy, wouldn’t wake from his carefully timed early morning snooze.

Usually, whenever Ross or Demelza implored their little JuJu not to wake her baby brother, she’d immediately practice her best banshee wail or slam a door on purpose.

"Juju, are you tryin' to wake Jeremy?" Demelza would ask gently.

"Yes, I want him to play with me," she explained in her half-formed logic. It wasn’t naughtiness, just an exploration of boundaries--and her lung capacity--as she settled into this new reality of sharing her parents.

Again, Demelza’s patience with a two year old’s developmental stages was extraordinary and Ross liked to believe he’d learned a lot from following her lead.

Yes, this morning she deserved perfection.

After Ross sprinkled the chopped parsley across her plate, he stepped back with a sigh. Maybe not perfect, but it looked pretty damn good. He decided to wait until Demelza was in the room to pour the prosecco so they could all enjoy the pop! together--that wouldn’t be so loud it would wake the baby, would it?

“Okay, I’m going to put this on you,” Ross explained, holding up the blindfold. At one time it had been a silk necktie but Ross rarely wore one any longer so his once impressive collection had been repurposed into all manner of decorative and practical items.

“What? This is really…” she laughed then seeing she should play along, nodded her head with a smile. “Yes, Ross.”

“Mumma?” Julia asked. “Daddy tied Mumma!” Both parents held their breath to see if she would scream with fear or delight but thankfully she only giggled as she poked at Demelza’s covered eyes with her stubby fingers.

“JuJu, you have to be Mumma’s guide okay? Can you hold her hand and help her to the dining room?” Ross asked, hoping it was a straightforward enough task.

It was almost beyond the little girl’s abilities but she only led Demelza into a wall twice. Ross finally intervened to help his wife find a chair.

“Uh uh uh,” he scolded as Demelza started to remove her blindfold. “Not yet.”

But when she heard the unexpected pop of the cork she jumped in her seat with a start.

“Ah! What the fu..!” Demelza caught herself just in time but her outburst was enough to inspire a tirade of squeals from Julia who then crawled into her mother’s lap and wrapped her arms protectively around her neck.

“It’s okay, Mumma. I’m here,” Julia said and kissed her sloppily on the cheek.

“Well, thank you. I’m not scared at all then,” Demelza laughed and discreetly wiped the slobber away. “Ross, please tell me what is goin’ on?”

Ross poured out the prosecco and chuckled, amused by her adorable confusion. He placed a much tidier kiss on Demelza’s head but sensing the joke of the blindfold was losing its charm fast, he slipped the tie off at once.

“Happy anniversary, my love,” he said and kissed her again, this time on her lips. Then he ruffled Julia’s dark curls and lifted the girl up into his own arms so Demelza could enjoy at least one meal unencumbered by children.

“Ross--it looks brilliant! Oh, thank you!” Demelza turned to him with shining eyes, then looked back to the exquisite plate in front of her, unable to contain her eagerness to tuck in.

“To my amazingly wonderful wife--Cheers!” Ross said, raising a glass.

“To my amazingly attentive husband,” she winked back. “Oh wait, someone else needs a drink so she can toast her parents. Would you like that, Juju, my love?”

“Here you are then,” Ross said rather pleased with himself for pouring orange juice one-handed while still holding the girl.

“Cheews!” Julia sang and slammed her cup as hard as she could into Ross’s glass. “Happy Birfday!”

“No, love. It’s an anniversary. This is the day I married Mumma. Because I loved her so much.”

“Oh Ross,” Demelza whispered. “Come sit down and eat with me. It will remind us of the first time you made Eggs Benedict for me.”

“I seem to recall we didn’t do much eating that day, Demelza.” He laughed at the memory. It was the first time they kissed, the first time they held each other, and the first time they went to bed together. The beginning of their journey together, it was another anniversary they still acknowledged.

Over the baby monitor they heard the quiet little mewling coming from the cot upstairs. Demelza began to rise but Ross stopped her, catching her hand in his. “Wait...” he said softly. Just as he predicted Jeremy settled back down. They could probably enjoy another five minutes before one of them would have to attend to him.

Ross kissed Demelza’s hand, still in his.

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be,” she said looking around her.

He had to agree.

“Happy Anniversary, my love.”

#anonymous #kisses prompt #ask nervousladytraveler #poldark fanfic #ross poldark #demelza poldark #family fluff #Distance Between Us AU

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ithebookhoarder · 4 years ago

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Your sleepy head canons for the SW trio were adorable! Can I pretty please ask what the original star wars babies would be like with a sick reader? I just need some cuteness in my life right now and I'm rewatching the movies so yeah...

A/N: Um, yes you can! One fluffy dose of OG star wars coming up.

Star Wars (Head-canons): Dealing with a sick reader

Masterlist:

Han:

This man is a marshmallow on the inside, even if years alone in the smuggling game has ensured that it’s deeply hidden away beneath that stoicism and devil-may-care attitude.

You are one of the only people in the entire galaxy he lets see his softer side, whether it’s his casual affection during the day on the Falcon, or his little thoughtful gestures like fetching you caff when you’re flying or working your ass off on repairs.

It’s why he’s actually rather sweet to you when you’re sick, ordering Chewie to take over whatever you were meant to be doing so you can get some rest.

“Han. I’m fine. It’s just a sniffle. I’ll live.”

“I know that, princess, but I don’t need you breaking my ship because you’re too busy coughing and sneezing to see what wires you’re tinkering with.”

You laugh, knowing his sass is his way of hiding the worry that’s brewing inside of him at the sight of you coughing and spluttering around the place. So, you surrender your tools to him and allow him to help you back to your quarters. It’s that or letting him drag you there over his shoulder, like some kind of deranged caveman.

Once you get to your room, you half expect him to leave you there to fend for yourself, but you’re surprised to see him hovering around you, already working out a list of supplies.

“You should lie down. I’ll grab ya some of that fancy tea you like so damn much.”

“Thanks, hon.”

“Do you need anything else? What about some more blankets? Some pillows? I can grab Chewie’s. He doesn’t need it-“

Who knew Han Solo could be such a secret mother hen?

Turns out, with all his travels, he knows a thing or two about fending off a cold. It’s actually rather cute.

You’re too busy trying not to laugh to say no as he hurries about the place and effectively builds you a nest in your shared quarters. He’s also glued to your side, leaving his Wookie first mate in charge while he sees to your every need, even if it’s just holding you while you sleep off whatever it is that’s taken you down.

“I told you you needed a better coat on that planet but nooo your stubborn ass said you didn’t need one.”

“Han. Stop. I didn’t catch this cold there.”

“Where else would you have caught it?”

“Things just happen. It’s ok.”

Han definitely doesn’t think it’s ok, but he doesn’t want to tire you out for arguing over something dumb. You’re just as stubborn as he is and arguments between you two have been known to go on for days sometimes.

Instead, he agrees to disagree for now. As long as you rest and get better then everything else doesn’t matter.

However, the next time you plan to leave the ship he just so happens to be waiting by the ramp, a thick, chunky coat in his hand. And a hat. And gloves.

He grins and presses a kiss to your frowning face as you waddle out, almost suffocating but willing to endure for his sake and as a thank you for all his care the past week.

You also make a mental note to repay the favour next time he gets a little under the weather. You’re sure Chewie would enjoy the sight of his captain haggling with clients, while swaddled in knitwear.

Luke:

Coming from a desert planet, Luke doesn’t know too much about handling things like colds. He’s more used to handling dehydration, sunburn, malnutrition or even the odd blaster wound or two from Jawas.

However, once joining the Rebellion, he learns pretty quickly after being struck down with surprising regularity. He’s an old friend to colds and other conditions common on other planets and in space.

That’s actually how he meets you, always being ordered to stop by the Med Bay by Leia the minute he starts sneezing.

“I don’t need you spreading the plague, Luke,” she sighs, ushering him over to you and ordering him to let you take care of him. “You may be some mighty Jedi but even Jedis get sick.”

You actually enjoy getting to spend time with Luke when he’s sick, and sharing your knowledge about cures and ways to avoid catching diseases in the first place. Luke also enjoys listening to you, admiring how clever you are and how kind, and careful, you are when handling patients.

Thus, when you eventually get sick, he’s only too eager to return the favour. It’s time for him to take care of you, even if he knows you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should, Y/N. Let me help you. Please?”

You smile, agreeing as he takes up residence at your bedside for the next few days. Turns out, he actually has a tender bedside manner, and is incredibly good at keeping you distracted when you get fed up of being on bedrest.

He’s also incredibly aware of changes in mood or your condition, sensing them through the force before you even do. Hence why he’s by your side the moment you take a bad turn, despite him being half way across the base for training.

If he’s out of breath then that’s just a coincidence cause nooooo, he didn’t run here. No. He was right outside and just so happened to be coming in when you needed him most.

“Luke? What the-?”

“Here. I brought soup and some more pain killers from the med bay.”

You take his offerings, grinning in delight as the smell of food hits your nose. “Hmm, my saviour.”

His smile is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen as is his blushing cheeks. “I’m just taking care of you. Who else is going to nurse me back to health next time I’m the one who’s sick?”

“Anything for my favourite farm-boy.”

“Your farm-boy.”

His kiss as he settles in bed beside you is almost enough to make you feel better all on its own.

Leia:

Like mother, like daughter, this woman is a public servant. She may also be a workaholic, but she has her priorities in order and you come before whatever meetings or plans she has for the day.

In fact, the first time you got sick and didn’t tell her, she was hurt. It was C3-PO that had outed you, saying something about you being in your rooms and unable to join in the meeting scheduled that morning when asked where you were. (You knew you shouldn’t have trusted that golden tin can)

Leia had been on you in seconds, bursting in your room and yelling at you for a whole hour about how stupid it was to suffer in silence.

“We have medical staff, Y/N, for this exact reason! You’d rather lie here in pain, suffering, when you could have called someone? Or even me? Don’t tell me you’ve been around Han too much, Maker knows I don’t need two stubborn idiots on this base.”

“I love you too, Your Majesty.”

“Shut up or I’ll tell threepio to come and watch you.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

She would dare, but you were more than happy to put up with the lecture, however, given that she was busy wiping at your brow and tucking you in whilst yelling. That, and you had enough of a headache without threepio making worse.

It felt rather surreal to think you had royalty waiting on you hand and foot - even if Leia would have yelled again if you said that to her face. She loved you more than anything and made sure to tell you at least once a day. She wasn’t just a princess, she was your partner and that was all that mattered.

Needless to say, you’d learnt your lesson; whenever you got sick again, you made sure to let Leia know you weren’t feeling great.

That way she could make sure to keep an eye on you, or assign someone to do so when she was dragged from your side for some super urgent meeting she couldn’t avoid any longer.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Leia. Go. You’re needed. I can survive an hour or so without you, but we all know this base won’t if you don’t get your ass over to mission control.”

“You have a good point.”

You chuckle as she steals a kiss before hurrying off to her duties. By the time you wake up from your nap, she’s back again and curled up next to you, watching you out of the corner of her eye whilst she works on the pad in her lap.

She also sings you little lullabies when you’re sick and can’t sleep. They’re all songs her parents sang to her whenever she got sick as a kid. That alone makes you feel better, sharing something so private with her.

Long story short, you may hate being sick, but you don’t hate being sick with Leia around to love and care for you.

#star wars #Star Wars fanfic #star wars imagine #star wars headcanons #princess leia x reader #leia x reader #leia organa #luke skywalker x reader #Luke Skywalker #han solo x reader #Han Solo #masterlist #ithebookhoarder #request #prompt #answered #EPIV #star wars x reader #han x reader

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ughgclden · 3 years ago

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BEE CONGRATS CONGRATS ON YOUR FOLLOWERS <333 you're one of the nicest moots ever and ily so much, i'm so prouuuud!!!

I would like to get 🤎 and 🎞️ pls?

The fandom can be harry potter or dps i don't really mind. About myself:

I love nature and the night. I believe that in another life i was or an earth fairy, that lived in a forest in the middle of nowhere or a princess in a castle, because there is no explanation why i feel so attached to that kind of worlds and castles in general (like hogwarts). I'm kind of shy but now i got bangs and a tattoo and my confidence started going up yay!!! and i also like reading a lot! I love Taylor Swift and Conan Gray (did you know conan and i were reading the secret history at the same time? Yeah, soulmate behaviour) I love the friends to lovers' trope and i just want to fall in love. I really want to feel what is like to be someone's first choice and i want to give this person all the love i have in me, that is a lot. I can't sleep without my teddybear and i'm always cold.

THANKS AGAIN AND ILY BEE💕💕

THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE!!! you're actually so so sweet, i adore you and your blog, thank u so so much for always being so lovely and im so glad to have you as a moot <33 id love to do that for you!!! as i say, i quite like to ramble so i’m sorry if this gets long-

your blog is wildflowers braided into your hair, whispering adorations through giggles into your partner’s ear, the comfort of your warm bed after a long day. it’s iridescent fairy wings, books with old love letters written on the first page, and the feeling of longing and love in your heart when you look at the moon.

if you were in harry potter..

i definitely think you'd be great friends with luna, no doubt about it. you both have similar interests, what with loving nature and the night times, so it's not unusual for you two to wander hogwarts grounds late at night, having snuck out of your dorms. luna would also delight in hearing your thoughts about your past life - especially the earth fairy theory, it's her favourite - and would even speculate about her own, saying she was likely a forest nymph or something similar. she'd tell you all about the nargles, and would definitely make you little pieces of jewellery that she'd hand to you with no explanation. you two would just love exploring the castle grounds together in general, trying to find any fun or pretty places previously undiscovered. on top of that, i think you'd be great friends with cedric! he strikes me as the type of person who'd love to hear your ideas about your past life, and would probably ask you questions about what you thought he was.

i get the feeling you'd be really good at divination, you just give me those sorts of vibes. trelawney would love you, one hundred percent, as you actually appreciate the subject and show an interest in it.

one person in particular would love you - fred weasley. look, i just think he'd think you're perfect. your slightly shy nature allows for him to tease you good-naturedly, but when your confidence elevates slightly? he falls harder. he loves your tattoo by the way, he'll ask to see it so many times, as if he's never looked at it before. he'll happily listen to you talk about whatever it is you like, entertaining you with in depth responses and little jokes and remarks. he thinks it's adorable you sleep with a teddy bear, his heart actually melts when you first tell him it in passing. and don't worry about always being cold. this boy has an abundance of extremely oversized sweaters, so it's near impossible to be cold when you're wrapped up in one of them. george will constantly tease him about his crush and make it extremely obvious to you no matter how much fred complains about it, so it appears you're stuck with the company of the twins for the foreseeable future.

and if you do end up with fred? this boy will accept all of the love you give him and give you back the exact same and then some. walking you to class, giving you his jumpers at any given moment, kisses to the back of your hand, slow dancing in the kitchen at 2am, the whole works. spending summer at the burrow is a MUST - molly absolutely adores you, it's quite sweet.

if you were in dead poets society..

you and chris would be great friends, i think! she'd hype you up so much, being around her is certainly a confidence boost. when you get your bangs and tattoo, her compliments increase ten fold. she decides she wants a tattoo, and is now obsessed with asking you so many questions about them before she fully commits to it. in a world where knox isn't a creepy stalker and him and chris can actually become friends after the whole love thing, you become friends with him as an extension of that.

one evening he invites you and chris along to a dead poets meeting. chris agrees, so you decide to go along too. it's a huge surprise for the poets when knox turns up with not just chris, but another new member. you sit in between cameron and pitts, exchanging conversation with them in between poems and other excitement. i think you'd be super good friends with pitts! he's also a huge night owl, so you bond over that shared admiration - you both love how it feels to be awake whilst the rest of the world is sleeping. i also think you and todd would get along great!! you're both a little shy, but when you're together, there's nothing stopping you both from talking each other's ear off, especially about what you're currently reading.

this doesn't mean you don't become friends with the other poets - they all love you and you become an accepted member of the dead poets society! someone else you get along great with? mr richard cameron. and it's a good thing you love the friends to lovers trope, because you have your own slow burn friends to lovers 250k+ word fanfic right here. we all know cam is a little (a lot) hard on himself, so when he realises he may like you a lot more than he should, he buries those feelings DEEP down. he's convinced himself that you'd never return his feelings.

it's a whole lot of stolen glances when the other isn't looking and shy, stumbled compliments. one particularly cold night he offers you his coat and neither of you can bring yourselves to make eye contact for ten minutes due to the flush on both of your cheeks. it takes a lot of pushing from the others for him to even think about telling you he likes you. when he does, it's a little awkward, but it's so cameron that you can't help but reciprocate his feelings.

he'll constantly let you borrow his white knit sweater. i also think he'd really enjoy taylor and conan's music! he'll sometimes find himself humming 'august' or 'people watching' to himself whilst he's doing his homework, and sit and smile because it made him think of you.

okay yeah, this definitely got a little long, but i hope you like it bestie!!! thanks again for being so sweet and lovely, ily sm !!! <33

#ughgclden's 900 follower celebration #long post

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 6 months ago

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I always manage to miss your match ups so I'm here (and queer-) to request 😭😭😭

Not even going on anon bc I wanna know when you post.

I dunno if there's a fandom limit so I'll * the ones I want the most.

Fandom: Attack on Titan, ATLA/LOK, Blue Exorcist*, Hazbin Hotel*/Helluva Boss*, Mystic Messenger, Spy x Family*

Name: Kiana (Kiki for short)

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Demisexual & Demiromantic

Zodiac/MBTI/Ennaegram: Sagittarius, ISFJ, 2w3

Appearance: Pale as all hells, currently pink and purple dyed hair, natural blonde so a lot of my body hair is hard to see haha, chubby but makes a good pillow, overheats easily but makes for a good snuggle buddy in winter, 5'8", looks a lot younger than I am lol, have tattoos along the inner side of my arm (related to my kitties) and some paw prints on my shoulder

Personality: Overall sweet, caring, I try to help people when I can, I'm usually someone can talk to when they're having issues, I will fight people who hurt those I care about, huge love and cuddle bug, struggles with self worth, I can be a bit snarky at times, enjoys dark humor, surprises everyone with how unhinged I can be at times LOL

Likes: Animals, my cats (I have six of them-), writing, reading, watching tv/movies, video games, spending time with people I care about, snuggles, sleeping LOL, cold

Dislikes: summer, heat, people who hate on things for no reason, people who are rude to others for no reason, being told how to live my life >:(

Hobbies: reading, writing, video games, taking pictures, painting, drawing, playing with my kitties >:), cooking

Hi Kiki! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. As a thank you for your patience, I decided to give you a matchup for all of the fandoms you requested. I hope you like your matchups!

In Attack on Titan, I match you with...

This was a close call between Armin and Jean but I think you and Armin would get along a bit better.

Personality wise, you’re very similar. You both like helping people but you also have low self worth. Because of this, you can be each others supporters, helping the other out when things are getting to be a bit too much.

It’s no secret that Armin has a soft spot for animals. In a modern au, he would love cat cafes and going on walks around town to stop and say hello to every animal the two of you come across.

Disliking people telling you how to live your life is something Armin can definitely relate to. Since his dream is seeing the world beyond the walls, he really hopes you can each support the dreams of the other.

Armin loves reading and he’s so glad you share that interest. He would love reading to you from his favourite books and if you are willing to do the same, he will listen attentively to your every word.

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, I match you with...

You and Aang are both good listeners and this is probably one of the things you bonded over at first. You’re both so used to people talking to you that it’s a nice change having someone willing to listen.

Definitely one of the biggest cuddle bugs in the entirety of the Avatar universe. He just likes expressing his affection that was and he’s super grateful you like that and are the same. No one’s going to be able to pry you two apart.

No need to worry about the heat when you’re around Aang. He can either freeze some water into ice for you or create a nice cool breeze. Just say the word. He’s more than happy to help.

Much like Korra, Aang is delighted that you like animals, especially since he has such a close relationship with Appa and Momo. A lot of your dates will have those two tagging along as third wheels.

In a modern au, Aang definitely plays video games. I see him as someone who would like Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley but I can also see him playing things like Undertale that have moral or ethical considerations built into them.

In Legend of Korra, I match you with...

Asami is also a very protective person when it comes to those she cares about. There’s a sense of mutual care in your relationship which makes you both feel safe and loved.

Oh, you’re both so snarky and I love it! When the two of you gang up on someone, they don’t stand a chance, both of you bouncing off the other and constantly upping the sass in the room until your opponent has no choice but to yield.

Even though they’re still relatively new, I think Asami would love going to see the latest movers. She thinks they’re fascinating and is glad you enjoy watching them as well.

She’s a reasonably creative person so I think Asami would like painting with you. Setting up your work stations next to each other and painting what you each feel like makes for an enjoyable day spent in great company.

Taking pictures is a must in your relationship. Asami loves hanging up photos from all your dates in her bedroom so she has a nice collection of memories to look at every day as a reminder of you.

In Blue Exorcist, I match you with...

You and Shiemi are probably the sweetest could anyone has ever seen. You’re both just so nice! It’s actually hard to believe sometimes.

She’s got a pretty strong protective streak herself so the protectiveness definitely goes both ways. She’s honoured you feel the same desire to keep her safe that she feels towards you.

Shiemi loves spending time with all of her friends but she especially loves spending time with you. I think one of her main love languages would be quality time (closely followed by acts of service) so whatever you two end up doing, she’s just happy to be with you.

Please give this girl as many cuddles as you can handle. She’s not touch starved but she’s not used to affection from people she’s not related to so it never fails to send pleasant butterflies through her stomach.

I definitely see Shiemi as someone who likes drawing, especially plants. She’d love to go on walks with you and a sketchpad so you can stop occasionally and make a sketch of what you see.

In Hazbin Hotel, I match you with...

When it comes to caring, you’d be hard pushed to find someone who cares more in Hell than Charlie. Your own caring nature is what drew the princess of Hell to you in the first place.

One of her main love languages is definitely quality time so she loves spending time with you. She’s very busy with the hotel and her plans of redemption but she’ll always make time to be with you.

Oh, Charlie definitely gets your dislike of hateful or rude people. We all saw how she reacted to Katie Killjoy in the pilot and Susan in the actual show. She might not always react like that but if it’s someone you both dislike, the chances of her snapping double.

One of the cuddliest people you will ever meet. She loves snuggles and is so glad she’s found someone else in Hell who likes that and lets her get her daily dose of physical affection.

Charlie definitely lives life her own way and isn’t fond of being told how she should be living. Since she knows you don’t like that either, she’ll be super supportive of whatever you do so cancel it out. If you do the same for her, she will be super grateful.

In Helluva Boss, I match you with...

Moxie definitely has a thing for slightly unhinged people. I mean, just look who he works with. The fact that you’re unhinged and also sweet and caring is just a win-win in his book.

He thinks it’s amazing that you can write. If you’re willing to share your work with him, he would love to read it. He’ll give lots of praise and gentle critique where it might be needed.

Moxie loves taking pictures, especially of you (if that’s something you’re comfortable with of course). He likes making photo albums of your dates and special moments so you can both look back on them in the years to come.

Oh my goodness, you can write and you can draw? Moxie thinks you must be one of the most creatively talented people in the world (no, he’s not biased, what do you mean?). He would be over the moon if you drew something for him but would never pressure you.

You can’t really escape hateful and rude people in Hell so Moxie can sympathise with your dislike of them. He’ll do his best to make sure you never feel that way about him or his friends though.

In Mystic Messenger, I match you with...

You and Seven would be an unstoppable snarky duo. The rest of the RFA don’t stand a chance. They thought they only had to deal with one snarky person and now there are two? And they’re in a relationship? There’s no hope for them…

Loves your dark humour. Seven definitely has that sense of humour as well so there will always be a plethora of dark jokes when you’re together. He will make sure he doesn't cross any boundaries though.

I’m very sorry to say but when your cats are around, you come second to Seven. He loves them so much and almost shuts down when they’re all around him. He just doesn't know which one to show love first.

Oh, it’s a godsend that you can cook because this man lives off cup noodles and Honey Buddha Chips. He loves your cooking too so this might finally get him to have a balanced diet.

I don’t see Seven as being a huge fan of the heat either since he spends most of his time inside, likely in air conditioning. He’s more than willing to let you share the cool interior of his home though.

In Spy x Family, I match you with...

If there’s one thing Loid admires, it’s those who make it their life mission to help people. It’s his own mission after all. So he definitely finds your desire to help others admirable.

To be in a relationship with a spy, whether you’re aware of it or not, you have to have an unhinged side. In Loid’s mind, this helps you keep up with the dangers of his work and, even though he’ll still worry about you being a target, he’ll feel a bit more comfortable.

Please share your writing with Loid. He’ll carefully read every word and give you really good feedback. He pairs his criticism with praise so it never feels harsh but you also get a really clear idea of how you can improve your writing.

Enjoys watching shows and movies with you. He doesn't get a lot of downtime with his work but when he does, it’s nice just turning his mind off and watching something with you next to him.

Loud is a great cook and he would love having you in the kitchen with you, especially since you like cooking. You get to spend quality time together and enjoy some amazing food at the end as well. It’s a win-win!

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lennydaisy · 5 years ago

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EPIPHANY // OUTER BANKS

The Outer Banks. Paradise on earth. Well, it is if you can afford it.

Figure 8, home of the portentous and intitled. So detached from reality that you'd have to use their private jets to bring them back down to the ground. If they're not lounging around on their secluded beaches in front of their White House sized mansions, then they're at the country club complaining that their ice-cold lemonade isn't ice-cold enough. We call them Kooks. Guess where I don't live?

Next up, The Cut, neutral habitat of, drum roll please ladies and gentleman... The Pogues. Lowest members of the food chain. You see, it's one island divided in two. You either have two houses or two jobs. I have two jobs and will still never be able to afford one house, let alone two, but that's life I guess. The Pogues are like those kids your parents tell you to stay away from when you visit the park. Well, now the park has stretched to all aspects of life warranting us to be unwanted and neglected which isn't such a bad thing, that just means we get to do whatever we want, whenever we want.

Right now, however, this is the last place I want to be. Save-A-Lot. One of my two jobs. See how this all ties in?

The continuous, subtly, beeping of the scanner, the bright overhead lights that the same moth has been flying into for a week now, that one cart that you can hear before you see, and this frustratingly itchy, red polo shirt that I'm wearing because it's 'oh-so mandatory'.

It's been reported that a storm is going to hit us in a couple of days, so naturally, the stores been busier than usual, with both Kooks and Pogues. It's like sacred land, all differences get put aside in this very store unless there's a two for one deal at the seafood counter. In that case, no one's safe, not even me, the poor, little employee. I've been slapped with a Tuna Fish before. I don't want to talk about it.

"Can I interest you in some... What are they again? Sea salted chocolate with a crushed Macadamia nut shell and a rich creamy filling, homemade by Mrs Adams?" I squint at the packaging before smiling at the man before me who peered at me, head tilted slightly. Nodding instantly, already knowing the answer, "I don't blame you, I wouldn't trust anything made by that lady."

Smashing my fingers on the scratch invested, touch screen register, slapping the side of the machine until it eventually rings up the total, "That'll be $148.98 however, you get the extended family discount, so that makes it..." twirling my finger around the air, attempting the mental math, "10% off $148," I utter, closing my eyes as if that's going to help me find the answer quicker. 'I knew I should have joined the math team with Pope.'

"$134," the man affirms looking at me sympathetically, halting my search for my calculator that is normally taped to the till. I take the mans money, squinting at him, "Okay, I'll take your word for it man but if I get fired, I want a job at The Wreck," handing him his receipt.

"We'll see," he said putting his packed bags back into his cart, "I'll get through to you one day. You can't deny I'm your favourite" I state in a matter of fact, waving him off as he pushes his cart away from the checkout, "Bye Mason."

"I don't hear you denying it," I shout, watching him hurridly pushing his cart towards the door, "Okay bye Mr Carrera, tell Kie I said hi!"

Twirling around in my chair a couple of times, I came to a stop at the sight of a pink calculator, my pink calculator, taped to Mrs Adams till. That Bitch. I sit patiently for her to be done with her customers, waving at the elderly couple as they pass, "See you later Mr and Mrs Graham, have a nice day," I smile.

"Oh you too Mason, you should stop by again, you and your friends were such a delight the last time," Mrs Graham praises tapping her ringed fingers on my counter. Nodding at her request as her husband began to drag her away from me, claiming he 'Wants to be home today not tomorrow,' knowing his wife to be quite the blether.

"What a pleasant young lady. Wouldn't you agree, Marty?"

"Oh yes, very well mannered."

"Listen here, sticky fingers, I know you stole my calculator" My smile instantly dropping as I look upon the thief that I have the pleasure of calling my co-worker.

Mrs Adams is your typical grandma. Tonged hair, thick-rimmed glasses and filled with opinions that are always unwarranted. She has had it out for as long as I can remember, once locking me in the walk-in freezer claiming to not know I was in there despite being in there with me moments before. At least I only have to deal with her a few days a week, I couldn't handle any more than that.

"What calculator?" she questions innocently. Pointing my finger accusingly at her till where low and behold, sits my calculator, "Oh really, what's that then?"

Sparing a glance at my calculator, she shakes her head, nose pointed up, "That's an anniversary gift from my husband. I, by no means, stole your calculator."

I can't believe I'm having this conversation.

Laughing at her alibi, "Are you aware of how much bullsh-", the clearing of a throat interrupts my tangent and I suddenly became aware of where I am again. Mrs Adams raises her eyebrows at me, is she mocking me? Glaring at her one last time as to say 'this conversation isn't over', I timidly spun my chair back around, plastering a smile on my face, getting ready to greet my next customer.

Oh no.

"Hi, Mr Cameron," I greet the man, scratching behind my ear hoping he didn't overhear me. Beginning to scan his items, another figure catches my eye.

Rafe.

Here, ladies and gentlemen, I present the biggest dickhead on the entire island. He thinks everybody owes him something just because his daddy is well known throughout the OBX and has no problem expressing his distaste for anyone who doesn't fit his agenda. He's a cocky, arrogant snob who needs to be knocked off his podium a few inches, or feet.

"Hello, Mason, and how many times have I told you to call me Ward?"

"Clearly not enough for me to listen," I mutter under my breath, passing the already packed bags towards a very accepting Rafe, who snatched them with a scrawl printed on his face, "Your face will stay like that if the winds change" I advise innocently, waving my fingers around my forehead area, "Don't want to get any wrinkles, but if you need some anti-ageing cream, I'm sure Mrs Adams can recommend a few of her favourites,"

"Maybe even get you a coupon," I suggest finishing to scan the last of their items, "Isn't that right, Mrs Adams," I called to the lady over my shoulder how instantly peeped up at the chance to chat with the boy.

"Oh, yes. Come here deary, I'll show you my collection,"

It's no secret throughout the OBX that Mrs Adams is a bit of a renowned cougar, having no problem expressing herself towards any sort of male attention. Mrs Adam doesn't discriminate, so even assholes like Rafe can't escape the clutches of her fondness, but she's harmless... most of the time.

Ward nudges his son in the direction of the lady, who is eagerly waiting for the boy with her creams placed in an orderly fashion before her. Rafe's eyes practically begging for his dad to have some mercy on him only to earn a point in her direction.

"I hate you," he huffs at me, feet dragging towards the ladies till.

Fluttering my eyes with a cheesy smile, "I know," I say before turning to finish Mr Cameron's groceries.

"That's $236 please," I state ringing up his total as he slides his card into the swipe machine, "It'll take a minute, a caveman has better technology than this place." He shakes his head at me, waving his hand slightly, understanding.

"Sea salted chocolate, uh?" he wonders picking up the bar, as I mentally slap myself for forgetting to ask if he was interested, "Would you like to buy one?" I questioned despite already knowing his answer. It's the same one that I've heard all day.

Placing the packet back in its place he shakes his head, "No thank you, I wouldn't trust anything made by that lady."

"That's what I'm saying," ripping off his receipt before handing it to him, "Thank you, Mason," he laughs before turning towards his son, who is still listening to Mrs Adams ramble on about why she prefers Olay over Caudlíne.

About to bid farewell to the man, he turns and asks, "I hate to be a bother and I know it's short notice, but would you mind babysitting Wheezie for me on Saturday morning, I know you don't normally work weekends, it's just this storm's going to cause a run-in with my properties and-"

"Of course I will, Mr Cameron," I interrupted his ramble. He looks at me relieved, nodding his head, "See you later, Mason."

"Bye Ward," gross, I'm sticking with Mr Cameron.

Watching as the pair walk past my till I can't help but laugh as I see Rafe slouching away with a tub of Olay Anti-ageing cream. Turning around at the sound, he flips me off, "I'll get you back for this," earning a shoving on the shoulder from his dad, but I can't help but wave cheerily, "Oh, I'm sure you will."

Mr Ward Cameron, my other boss. A few years ago I put up flyers with a tear-off of my phone number offering a babysitting service. Safe to say, I got my fair share of prank calls and when I got a call from someone claiming to be Mr Cameron I assumed it was someone messing with me again, but it turns out it wasn't. He genuinely needed someone to watch his youngest daughter Wheezie and I needed cash, and he does pay generously, especially now considering recent circumstances.

Glancing at the clock that is nailed above the exit I see that it's 2:00 P.M, the best time of my day, getting out of here. Grabbing the key from my pocket, I lock up the till before heading toward the poor excuse of a staff room.

Glancing around the room blue painted room, making sure no one is still on their lunch, I quickly grab my bag and dash over to the fridge. I never, and mean never, condone stealing, that's why I don't call it that. I prefer 'borrowing and then 'forgetting' to give it back'. Sure, I never asked if I could 'borrow' the alcohol that I am currently stuffing in my bag but, that's neither here nor there.

I throw my bag, which I can already tell is going to cause my back hell, over my shoulder. I grab Kie longboard, which I did ask for permission to use, and begin to make my way past the checkouts.

Before leaving, I pivot around, "Hey, Mrs Adams," I called out just to see that she was already glaring in my direction, a bit creepy if you ask me, "Don't worry, you've only got like what, another 6 hours?" acting like I didn't know as I pointed at the clock.

"Oh, and before I forget," I rush over to her counter and rip my calculator off her till. Smiling sweetly at the older lady, saluting her as I leave, "See you next week, Mrs Adams," I laugh, running out the door, jumping onto the longboard.

Let the fun begin.

Now there is something about my friends that you should know. As cheesy as its sounds, we're a group of misfits who happen to fit perfectly together, well almost perfectly, but no matter what we've got each other backs.

Now, where do we start?

JJ Maybank. We've been best friends since the third grade after he got into a fight with some kids who were making fun of me for having a 'boys name', and I haven't been able to get rid of him since. He's the guy who jokingly pushed me off the HMS Pogue only to quickly find out that I couldn't swim. I insisted that it was fine but JJ doesn't take no for an answer and took it upon himself to personally teach me.

He's the most loyal guy I know, willing to drop anything to help his friends. I most definitely developed my kleptomaniac tendencies from him and despite how much I deny it, I have a soft spot for him.

Next, Kiara Carrera or Kie, my best and only girl friend. I met Kie during her first year at the Kook Academy, I had seen her around before, passing out leaflets about how 'we're killing our planet' and that 'the turtles deserve better'.

I was about to go fishing with my dad when I saw someone sitting at the dock, feet dangling in the water. Long story short: she was supposed to meet up with some of her 'friends' but they had sailed away leaving her behind. So, I asked if she would like to come fishing with us, half expecting her to say no, being partly a Kook and all, but she said yes. And now she's one of us, the Pogues. Not sure how her parents feel about that, but there is no denying I'm their favourite. Right?

There's Pope Heyward. I met Pope in the first grade. We were sitting beside each other at assembly and he dared to tell me that my singing voice sounded like cats dying, not that he was any better mind you. I had seen him around the cut a few times, helping his dad with deliveries and after seeing him struggle to carry four bags of groceries, I offered him some help. Of course, being a stubborn 6-year old boy, he delined saying 'I don't need your help, I'm super strong'. Safe to say, two seconds later I was carrying two bags and helped Pope and Mr Heyward with the rest of the deliveries that day.

I got an earful from my dad when I got home, but I didn't care, I'd made a friend that wasn't my brother. They didn't believe me when I said I had a friend called Pope, just brushing it off as one of my imaginary friends. Let's just say they got a fright when my 'imaginary friend, Pope' showed up at the Château.

Speaking of, up next, John Booker Routledge, John B. My twin, fraternal twin. Is 12 minutes older than me and will never let me forget it. My favourite memory with John B was when he fought to the death with our triplet in the womb. Okay, maybe that didn't happen, but you weren't there so, where's your evidence that it didn't?

He's my other half, not my better half because we all know I'm the better twin, and I couldn't live with him and his optimism. He can be irrational at times, but he always has plan A-Z mapped out in his head. I'm currently trying to convince him that we psychic powers, and by currently I'm mean from the day we were born. It's a weird sensation like there's a pit in the bottom of my stomach, and once I get that feeling I know that something's not right. And with a brother like John B, I get that feeling at least 3 times a day.

Might as well introduce myself whilst I'm at it. I'm Mason, Mason Routledge. The better twin. Yes, I too, have a middle name but I will never tell it to anyone because of how utterly embarrassing it is. I have managed to swear John B to secrecy, but I know it's just a matter of time before he blurts it out.

Now I know what you're probably thinking, 'Mason? That's a boys name.' Well yes, you'd be right but really what is a boys or girls name? The reason why I'm called Mason is simple, mom and dad were expecting twins. Twin boys. They had the names planned out as soon as they heard the news. One would be named John B after our dad, Big John, and the other would be named Mason, after our mom's dad. Makes sense, right?. Well, it was until I popped out, y' know not being a boy. But I love my name and I wouldn't change it for the world. My unspoken middle name, however, yes, I would rather that just not be associated with me.

I like to believe that I can hold my own, maybe it's because I grow up in a predominantly male household or the fact that I'm a Pogue, but I don't take peoples shit. My friends and I seem to always have the world against us, but without a doubt, I'd ride or die for them. They're my family.

Seeing the all too familiar hippie van parked at the side off the road brings me out of my autopilot state. Jumping off the longboard, I hurriedly shoved it into the back of the van. Fun fact about John B's van, he never locks it. There would be the fear about someone stealing it, but honestly, it's trashed and smells like weed, no thanks to JJ.

Quickly scaling the fence and as quietly as possible I tip-toed into the under-construction house and up the cement stairs, dodging the dangling wires and leftover pots of plaster.

'I can't believe they got rid of the turtles for this'

I'd know that voice anywhere. Peering around the corner, I spot Kie, hunched over a table reading what I'm assuming is maps for the house. Coming up with an idea, I slowly start to creep towards her, raising my hands just to clasp them down on her shoulders, "And what do you think you're doing?" I say in the deepest voice I can muster.

Jumping out her skin with a squeal, she spins around, hand over her heart, breathing heavily, "Macy, what the fuck? Don't do that," she exclaims, slapping my arm after she realises it was only me.

Unable to stop myself from laughing at her shock, "God, Kie, didn't know you had such a girly scream," I wheeze, arms wrapped around my stomach in an attempt to stop the ache.

Nodding her head pettily, "Yeah okay, you got me," clicking her tongue, but against her best efforts, a small smile dances across her face.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm my giggles, "Once you're done with sad girl hours, come out back, I've got beer," making my way towards the open glass doors.

"Caring about the turtles doesn't make me a sad girl," she exclaims as I nod my head understandingly, "You keep telling yourself that," I wave stepping outside, breathing in the fresh ocean breeze.

From under the scaffolding, I see a pair of dangling legs, "Afternoon, boys," I announce, jumping up in an attempt to smack the dangling feet that I now know belong to JJ

"Did you get the goods?" asks John B causing me to hold my hand on my heart, mocking insult, "Do you have no faith in me Johnny boy," tosing him a beer, "Of course, I got the goods."

Holding one out for Pope, even though I knew he would decline, proving my point as he shook his head, "And where did you get said goods?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

Grabbing two beers, I begin to climb up the scaffolding, plopping down next to JJ, handing him a beer which he greatly excepts, "Are you question my morals?" I ask, taking a big gulp of my beer instantly wincing at the lukewarm taste.

"No, no," I hear him say, turning around, occupying himself with the builder's tools.

It a pretty view from up here. The calm crashing of the waves. The way the cold ocean and the warm sky meet for a perfect kiss on the horizon. Imagine living here. Having no worries. Being full Kook.

Glancing at the boy beside me, I see that he was already looking at me. Lifting my eyebrows in question, "You look cute," he cheekily says, picking at the loose thread on my sleeve.

"Very funny JJ," I saying, looking back out at the water, "No, I'm serious. I love a woman in uniform," nudging his shoulder into mine and I nudge him right back, "Hey," he laughs, dramatically falling to his side, "Watch the sweet nectar," holding his can of beer dearly to his chest.

Shaking my head, I turn to see John B scaling the house, jumping up to the peak of the roof, "Hey, please be careful, Johnny B, we don't earn enough to cover a medical bill," I warn sitting my beer beside me, using my hands to block the blinding sun, staring questionably at the boy.

"Oh, but you'd catch me though, right?" he says, now taunting the idea of falling, balancing on one foot with outstretched arms, "And break your fall? Nope," I popped, reach over to grab my can only to grasp the air. Looking at where I know I placed it, my confusion vanishes when I hear the sounds of slurping beside me.

Blinking at the boy, who just peers back at me after tanning my can, crushing it, and letting out a pleasant burp which he so graciously blows in my direction, "Gross, JJ," attempting to swat away the smell. The boy just shrugs, "What were you not done with that?" faux concern covering his face but his eyes glistening with knowing mischief.

"Should I do it?"

"Yeah, jump. I'll shoot you on the way down," says Pope, aim a drill in my brother's direction, "You'll shoot me?" John B taunts, holding up a finger gun, "Pow," he laughs as Pope fall back onto the table pretending to be shot.

"They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," complains Kie, slugging her way onto the balcony, voicing her distaste for the future Kook's beach house.

"Didn't I tell you to come out when you were done being sad?", I direct, leaning my chin against the cold pole, feeling on top of the world as the fresh breeze blows through my hair.

That swiftly changes when Kie dashes towards my feet, tugging the laces on my converses loose as I hastily attempt to lift my feet away from her snapping fingers, "Go away!" I exclaim hugging my legs to my chest, tusking at her antics "God, you're annoying."

My comment doesn't affect her as she blows me a kiss which I can't help but catch, holding it to my heart sending a wink in her direction, "This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtle I guess?"

"Well, I did, but since you've-" I start, but the feeling of my shoe gets tighter distracts me, "...What are you doing?" I question as JJ finishes up my shoes, "You should double knot your laces," he comments, tapping his fingers in a random beat on the toe of my shoes.

Lightly, I begin to flick his hand away only for him to grab my wrist, fiddling with the silver ladybug charm on my bracelet, "Can I have this?" He has asked me this multiple times in the past and the answer has always been the same, "No."

"Can you please not kill yourself?" Kie squints up at my brother, "And don't spill that beer, you're not getting another one," JJ adds just as a sudden gust of wind brushed past causing John B to lose his balance and drop his beer.

Jinx.

"Oh, shit. No!" cries John B, making grabby hands at his fallen beer.

"Of course you did, like right when I told you."

"Smooth."

"Well done, dumbass!"

"Hey!"

The sound of a car pull up to the driveway halts our attack on John B, yelling being heard, "Hey, uh, securities here. Let's wrap it up," confirms Pope, making JJ and I raise to our feet as John B slides off the roof, "Boys are here early today."

Rushing over to grab my bag once my feet are back on the balcony, I lean over the railing squinting, "Gary? Is that you?" I asked, "You know it's me, Mason."

Turning around to look at friends, "It's Gary guys," I smile, "Gary, good to see you, man!" JJ adds and quickly pulls the back of my bag when he sees Gary climb up the stairs, "JJ!"

"You two, are asking for it," Kie laughs as we all rush back through the house, all of us laughing and cheering, running down the stairs, "Go, go!" I giggled as I Gary's attempts to grab me but I duck under his swinging arms, running out to the garden.

"Not much of a hugger man," JJs joke echoing off the empty wall of the house.

Running up beside Pope, I urge him up over the fence, "Come on, Pope, go, go, go," landing on the other side, watching as he lands flat on his face, "Graceful as always Pope," I giggle pulling him back on his feet.

"Come on Pope, Fatso's coming" JJ encourages, suddenly landing beside us just barely missing the hot-headed security who is dangling over the fence, "Come here, you little pricks!"

"Bus is leaving," John B pulls up the van honking the horn, Kie opening the door for us, laughing as we shove each other in. John B wastes no time hitting the gas, driving away from the angry security.

"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise," Pope laughs as we watch a hopeless Gary chase after the van.

Having an idea, JJ unzips my bag and leans out of the open door, "Come on Gary," he taunts, waving the beer can in front of the man like you would a dog with a treat.

"You're going to give him a heart attack," Kie sympathises but still finds his actions amusing, "You're so close! You can do it. There you go," he tosses the can at the poor man who attempts to dodge it.

"God, they don't pay you enough, man" I laugh peering out the door, taking in the sight of Gray who is wheezing with his hands planted on his knees.

Seeing enough torture for one day, Kie tugs us back in, "That's enough," she says finally feeling sorry for the poor man, sliding the door close.

"Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished," reasons JJ, plopping down in the back of the van, now finding interest fiddling with the blunt he pulled from his back pocket.

I lean my head on Kie's shoulder and sigh, "I love Gary," I confess, earning a flick on the head from Pope and a nudge on the leg from JJ

We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.

Prologue: FIN!

What did you think?

I’m really excited to explore Mason’s character and her adventures with the Pogues. I have so much planned for her.

I hope you enjoyed this introduction <3

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the-darklings · 5 years ago

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If someday you are in the mood to write I'm BEGGING you to write something about the reverse role au. It's already amazing!

“Why did you do it?”

Your head tilts and you observe the painting in front of you with mild disinterest.

“Are you jealous, Santi?” you wonder, amused, and your attention goes to him. Behind the lenses of his glasses, those pretty green eyes spark. You reach out, your thumb smoothing over the round curve of his jaw. “I know you and Johnathan had been…close.”

He leans away from your touch even if his reluctance to do so is clear. You suppress a smile at his little tantrum. So spirited. Perhaps you enjoy poking fun a little too much. But he always tries to shield away, wall himself off, and you dislike it greatly. Because when he doesn’t, he comes alive. He becomes someone wilder, bolder, and that’s what you always try to drag out of him. That wildness that rages beneath his sunkissed skin. You’re patient…to a degree.

“I’m not,” he shoots back hotly. “Though from what I’ve heard, the same could be said about you, no?”

You exhale softly. If Gianna were here she would scoff and tell you to forget about these ‘stupid men who won’t treat you right’ but…

You have become ever so fond of them. Hmm.

Still, your sister would likely eat them both alive right now. She had certainly terrified John though the stoic man had been exceptionally good at hiding it.

“Yes,” you tell him blankly, watching his reaction carefully. “We were involved before he met you. Father never approved, you understand? Forbade it. Bad timing, I suppose.”

“And now?”

Your fingers flatten a tiny crease in your suit pants and you sigh absentmindedly. “Ah. Well, I can’t say I’m too pleased with how the situation between you two played out, green eyes,” you tell him frankly, ignoring the way he sucks in a deep breath at the reminder. Your eyes meet his and you know your expression is frigid at best. “But he will make amends for what he has done. One way or another.”

Santino takes a step closer, his expression pinching, “So you are punishing him by calling in this Marker, aren’t you?”

Taking note of his frustration, you reach out, twisting one of his unmanageable curls around your index finger. Oh, you do love them so. They’re you’re favourite—aside from those bright eyes of his, of course.

Shadow and flame—John and Santino couldn’t be more different, yet they’re both so delightful.

“Naturally,” you drawl with a slight, secretive smile and lean closer. For a split second, his gaze flickers to your lips and you find his insistence that he doesn’t feel anything…charming. It’s fine though. It’ll be that much sweeter when you finally tear apart that wall between you. And you’re getting close. “Everyone assumes that Gianna is the vindicative one, but oh well…”

He swallows unsteadily and you lean even closer, your fingers trailing down the skin of his face and this time he doesn’t pull away. “I told you, have I not? Something like Tokyo will never happen again.”

His hand settles against your hip and you don’t pull away, your slight smile widening.

But the moment doesn’t last long.

Footsteps approach and Santino jerks back, blinking a few times though the heat in his eyes makes you suppress a knowing smirk.

It’s darling Ares. Right behind her, a familiar dark-haired man.

He still moves with that preditor’s grace and seeing him outside of casual clothes and back in a suit takes you back years.

“Thank you, darling,” you tell Ares who winks at Santino but watches John approach you both with guarded unease. “You can leave us now.”

Ares hesitates. Always so loyal and protective, and you give her another reassuring smile to ease her mind. She steps out of the gallery but you don’t miss the brief look she shoots Santino.

Oh.

She must fear that John will harm you in some way. Though you suppose that’s your fault, you haven’t exactly been forthcoming with information considering your late-night meeting with the Boogeyman.

“Jardani,” you greet pleasantly, your voice practically a purr, but there’s just enough ice there that halts the man a few steps away. “So glad you could make it.”

Santino sucks in a breath at the casual mention of John’s real name but you don’t look at him.

“What is it that you want?” John asks reluctantly.

Never one to waste time. Such a charmer.

You pretend not to notice how both men avoid looking at each other.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me,” you say instead, and gesture for him to join you. “We have much to discuss, you and I.”

Santino is still beside you. It’s painful, you know that, but it’s better than prolonging this. The sooner the air is cleared the sooner you can begin.

“What do you want, (Name)?” John repeats, this time more instant, and you glance down with a slight chuckle.

“Well that’s rather simple, Jardani,” you divulge pleasantly and clasp your hands together, regarding him thoughtfully. “I want you to kill my father.”

#john wick x reader #santino d'antonio x reader #john wick x reader x santino d'antonio #john wick #god the flavour of this au...immaculate #v.......is really THAT b*tch here and i LIVE for it #tonysstevex #tbh i wrote this in one sitting because i'm being a clown who is blocked on coa 12 and super behind ahhhhhhhhh #also thank you so much for your kind words!! hope you liked this <33 #s: power triad

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askdoloresmoore · 4 years ago

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I got this wonderful list from @hyunsu-jung

Original Post: here!

Not that anyone cares,but I thought this would be fun!!

Character's Name: Dolores Moore

Part I: Let's Start at the Beginning...

1. What's your name?

"Mrs.Dolores Moore"

2. Give me your full name...

*sighs* "Dolores Lily Moore "

3. Do you have a nickname? If yes, what is it and how did you come to have it?

"The only nickname that comes to mind , at the moment, is what mr. Brown, my uncle if you will,calls me. He seems really keen on calling me Dolly, no matter how annoying I find the subject. "

4. What species are you? (Human, werewolf, etc? Or are you an alien?)

"I am quite certain that I am a human. Although I must inquire..What exactly is an alien?"

5. Where were you born?

"I was born on a small farm outside the town of Blackwater, WE"

6. I see. And that would make your age...?

"25 to be exact "

7. Okay, now...are you a good guy, or a bad guy?

"I would like to consider my self a good guy. Although that matter is quite subjective ,don't you think?"

Part II: Tell Us More About Yourself...

8. How would you describe your personality?

"I consider myself quite kind-hearted and patient "

9. Would you say you're someone who can handle pressure?

"It depends on the day. Although on most days I must say I cannot."

10. Do you like to read?

"Oh yes, quite! It's one of my favourite pastimes, alongside drawing "

11. Favorite color?

"It would have to be blue, particularly the lighter shades "

12. Do you get along with others?

"I'm quite the easygoing person , I believe. "

13. Do you have any enemies?

"Not that I'm aware of"

14. How about friends?

"I used to have, back east, but I'm quite certain they must have forgotten me by now."

15. Are you patient?

"Yes,as I mentioned. I believe it to be one of my greatest qualities. "

Part III: Hypothetically...

16. Suppose that you could become any creature you know of. What would you pick, and why?

"Any creature? Well I'm aware that my answer might be quite dull and somewhat predictable but I would like to be a cat. They always fascinated me and when I was a child I used to envy their neatness. There was this one time when I was little, when I..." mrs. Moore pauses and composes herself. " I must apologise for going off topic "

17. One of your enemies in question 13 just complimented you. Response?

"While I'm not aware of any enemies, if a supposed one gave me a compliment, I would certainly politely accept it, even though it would be completely surprising for me."

18. One of your friends in Question 14 just insulted you. Response?

"Even though that would be unlikely, given that they are high society women, I would let them know I was offended "

19. If you could change anything about yourself...

"One thing that I would change about myself, given the opportunity, would be my submissive nature. I find that aspect of me quite annoying sometimes. I think it hinders my advance as a person."

20. About your home...

"I've had several during my life, so I'll give a brief description of all of them. My childhood home was a beautiful farmhouse in California. I remember the beautiful golden hue , the sunset would give the wheat fields my parents had. My husband's house in New York, is a stunning manor,so big that I used to get lost in when I first got there. Lastly my current residence is a two story cottage my uncle, mr. Brown and some workers he hired built. While it is nowhere near my last residence in size, I've grown to love it. It is still in the process of being decorated though. "

Part IV: Now We Get Personal

21. What're your parents like?

"My parents... Well they both were great people. Caring, loving and very much in love with each other till the end. "

22. Do you have any siblings?

" I guess I can say I had. My brother...My poor brother John. He has been missing for some time now."

23. What's your occupation?

"At the moment I do not work. Although I have been a housemaid in the past."

24. I see, that's a good job to have. Do you like it?

" I did not enjoy being a housemaid at all."

25. Are you seeing/dating anyone?

"No , not at the moment... "

26. Married/Engaged/Other?

*Dolore's eyes water a little at the sound of this question*

" I was married, yes. To a lovely man, John Moore. "

27 If yes, how did you meet?

" I used to work as a housemaid at his estate. We fell in love and the rest is history. "

28. Tell us your biggest secret.

"I'm sorry but I dont think it's quite appropriate to admit something like that."

29. Your worst fear? You don't have to answer this one if you don't want to.

" I am very afraid of losing what family I have left."

30. Favorite food?

" it is more of a dessert than a food, but I am very fond of apple pies"

30. Favorite drink?

" That would be chilled champagne, without a doubt."

31. Tell us one thing you're the most proud of.

"I guess my hat pin collection "

32. Something embarrassing? You don't have to answer this one, either.

" Well.." she hesitates, thinking " I believe it's rather embarrassing that I am afraid of the dark!"

33. If you didn't answer Questions 29 and/or 33, tell me why.

" I did answer, so I guess I do not have to answer this one!"

34. Is that a good reason?

" and this one neither "

Part VI: Closing

35. Are you satisfied with your life?

"Truly I cannot say. Sometimes I think I've lived life to the fullest, other times I think my life is living me, if that makes sense."

36. Anything you feel like you have to do? It can be something long-term, like a bucket list, or something you need to do right now.

"I do believe I should finish my embroidery project sometime!!"

37. Any hobbies?

"I must saythat I enjoy riding. I've been riding since childhood and ,although not perfect, I try to do it as often as possible. That and listening to any stories my unclehas to share about lawmen. These people always fascinated me. "

38. Quick, you get one wish! What did you just wish for? It's alright, you can tell me...

" I wished for my husband and brother to be here with me"

39. How would you describe that wish? Good? Bad? Selfish? Selfless? Other?

" I guess it can be seen as selfish, given the fact that wherever they are now, it can't be worse than this Earth. "

40. Have you been honest with these questions?

" Yes, an improper amount. "

41. Your personal quote?

"Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us perfect for one another "- Jane Austen. "

42. Do you like change?

"Even though I'm reluctant to pursue it at first, I do like change when it comes."

43. What's your most valued possession?

* Dolores rummages through her bag*

" This pocket watch . It belonged to my father."

44. Anything else you feel like sharing?

"Nothing comes to mind , at the moment. "

50. Last question! How do you feel?

" I must say this has been a quite enjoyable experience for me, so I must confess I feel delighted!"

#oc: dolores #rdo oc #red dead online #rdo #red dead redemption #western #western rp #i guess?#anyway here have an interview of her #if anybody cares #victorian #victorian rp

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rosesnink · 5 years ago

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Feeling of Comfort (Ernest x Hayley)

A/N: PLEASE SOMEONE PUNCH ME IN THE FACE RN! 4 am again, listening to music of the decades and publishing instead of fucking sleeping, yay! Kind of a one-shot, so

Summary: Ernest goes through a difficult moment in his life and Hayley comforts him in such hard times.

Hayley Parker was 15 when she found out that Archibald Sinclaire has fallen ill and had a hard-core cancer. She could hear Theresa’s nasal voice talking about how horrible it was. She decided to visit her father in his office and caught him ending a phone call. Even in moments of sadness, his father’s eyes were shining when he looked at his daughter. She kissed his cheek in greeting and sat down.

“You seem worried. Is everything alright?”

“How’s the Sinclaire family with this cancer thing?”.

His father was surprised by the question, but answered it nevertheless “They’re hopeless and anxious. Poor Ernest is locked in his room, refusing to talk to anybody”.

“I see. It’s not weird if I go to pay a visit?”.

He smiled sadly “Mrs. Sinclaire will be thrilled to see you. She haves a soft spot on you. Also, his so–called girlfriend is gone again… I wonder where is she…”.

She grabbed her things and headed to Ledford Park Manor. She knocked softly on the fine front door and waited patiently until the butler opened the door, with a sorrow expression that turned into a delighted one.

“Hello, Thomas, I'm––”

“Ah, Miss Parker! So glad to see you! Come, come in! Allow me to escort you with Mrs. Sinclaire” He beamed.

Hayley furrowed her brows before coming into the hall where Mrs. Sinclaire was and her eyes lit up and crushed her in a hug, giving her a kiss in each kiss!

“Hayley, darling, I am so glad that you are here in such difficult times!”.

“It’s the least I could do, Mrs. Sinclaire. I was wondering––”.

“Oh, honey, don’t call me that, you make me feel old and I’m only 46! Please call me Lydia”.

“I was wondering… Where are the D'Oleurs? I thought that since Ernest and Roselyn are dating…”.

Mrs. Sinclaire’s expression hardened as she huffed “The Comte haves some important businesses in Paris and everyone tagged along. That shameless little girl…” She scowled. Then, her attention turned to Hayley “But let’s forget about these French! You have come here to see me? Or maybe you’ve come to see my son?”.

“Both of you, but specially Ernest”.

“Oh, he will be thrilled to see you!”.

“But… My father told me that he refuses to see anybody”.

Mrs. Sinclaire’s eyes twinkled as she eyed Hayley and said “Maybe you can persuade him to let you in. Doesn’t hurt you to try”.

Hayley nodded before heading to Ernest’s room. She knocked at the door “Ernest? It’s me… Hayley. I know that you’re going through a lot right now and I want you to know… That I’m here if you need a friend to talk to. While you think about it I’ll just… Hang in here”.

She sat in front of the door, playing a game in her BlackBerry before the door swinged open, showing a shy, disheveled Ernest. She got up and approached him carefully.

“You’ve been here for long?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

“Not much, only two hours. Your mother brought me some food so I didn’t starve”.

He stared at her for a minute before he hugged her tight out of nothing, his strong arms around her. She gasped and stayed still for a moment before she hugged him tighter, her hand caressing his back. Her heart raced and her pulse quickened as she felt his fragrance in her nostrils. Sandalwood and some expensive shampoo.

“Thank you” He muttered “Please come in. Your muscles must be itching”.

He hurried her inside and she saw how dark his room. Not because of the decor. It was an elegant decor, in fact. A shelf of books, the walls blue, his wide closet and a window that lead to a secret garden perhaps. She sat on his chair of the wide computer as she looked at him “How do you feel? Be sincere, i’m a lying detector, remember?”.

Despite his face, he chuckled “I know better than lying to you, Hayls”.

Hayley’s heart raced as she thought He remembers. The nickname he gave her. The nickname he said when the situation was intimate.

“How am I expected to feel? I don’t know. But I’m… Hurt. Hopeless. Depressed. Scared. Weak. Lost. People want me to be brave, but I’m so tired…”.

“I can tell. Being brave is not easy, not even me”.

His eyes locked on hers as he lowered to be on her sitting level, his long fingers catching her chin and lifting it up, the look so intense that Hayley’s heart drummered in her chest “I wish I were as strong as you are in your weakest moments, Hayls. I always do. I look up to you”.

She felt so light for a moment… Their foreheads touched as they breathed in the others’ fragrance, their breaths quickened.

“Hayley, I––”.

The door flew open as Mrs. Sinclaire appeared, calling for Hayley!

“Hayley, honey, would you like some– Oh! Oh my” She was at first surprised, but then she was beaming. They both jolted and separated from each other, both blushing “I knew he’d let you in. I’ll let you these sweets and leave you two alone to… Talk” She smiled knowingly before Ernest’s face reddened.

He looked at Hayley apologetically “Sorry about that”.

“Don’t sweat it”.

“Hayley… Thank you” He said after a long minute in silence.

She looked at him shyly “For what?”.

He smiled, his eyes red for all the silent crying now lightening “For kindly coming here despite the better things you could do in this day and pay me a visit in such a difficult time”.

She sat beside him in the bed and carefully placed her hand in his “I’d do that in a heartbeat. You’re my friend, Ernest. My people. And I am not afraid of showing that I care to my people. Besides, you were there when Harry disappeared…”.

“You reminded me that I’m not alone in this and I have never been. And I want to thank you. Would you… Stay? For dinner? We will cook your favourite dish and everything”.

“I wouldn’t know…”.

The door flew open again and Mrs. Sinclaire appeared again, beaming “We’d love to host you, gorgeous! It is no bother at all, right, my boy? I’ll start preparing everything! I’ll call your father! You like lasagna and kebab, don’t you?”.

“I do––”.

“Perfect! I’m dialing your father as we speak. Oh! Hello Vincent! Yes, I’d like to ask you––” She left the room as she spoke with her father. Ernest groaned as he looked at her embarrassed.

“Sorry again. My mother can be, you know…”.

She smiled at him reassuringly “It’s okay. She’s one of the few people who is sweet to me, it’d be rude to you both to be ungrateful for the kindness your mother feels for me”.

He looked at her with a soft gaze before getting up and offering her his hand “Shall we? The cook expects orders from anybody. Dinner time is getting close”.

She took his hand, feeling his calloused touch in hers, both going to the butler.

During the dinner, Mrs. Sinclaire, Ernest and Hayley chatted happily, talking about everything and bonding over classics. While Ernest preferred reading classic novels like Jane Austen and Louisa May Alcott, Hayley was all over Virginia Woolf, Simone de Beauvoir, Mary Wollonsescraft, Mary Shelley, Philippa Gregory, Anne Lister…

They called it at night and Ernest asked Hayley upstairs to say good-bye without his mother. He looked at her. He was just 18 but he looked so old… She adjusted her Nirvana shirt as he ignored the call on his phone.

“Today I had a great time. I haven’t seen my mother smile so much since my father was diagnosed. I’m glad that you came. She is happier when you’re around”.

She smiled at him as she kissed his cheek, letting it linger a few more seconds before separating and saying “Thank you for the dinner. I had a marvellous time. Give your father my best wishes”.

He escorted her to the door and they both smiled at each other before she turned to leave. She was now by the fountain when she felt a pair of hands grabbing her waist and slammed a kiss on her cheek, close to her lips! She gasped as she observed how Ernest blushed lightly and bowed his head in farewell before speeding towards the door. When it closed, she touched the kissed cheek and smiled, laughing for a bit before turning to leave, the starts glowing in the countryside.

#playchoices fanfiction #desire and decorum #desire and decorum au #ernest sinclaire #ernest x mc #ernest x hayley #oc: hayley parker #the detective and the businessman #vincent foredale

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Rio & Buster

Rio: I'm sorry Rio: I handled that poorly Rio: and that fucked up being there for you about the Chloe thing so yeah, my bad Buster: She ain't the one I care about Rio: I know Rio: but I care about you and I didn't show it Buster: Nah, what you showed me is that you don't know 'cause you compared me to him Buster: He's never cared about you Rio: I did Rio: I was angry and I just felt gross, not an excuse but I didn't mean it Rio: You know I didn't, right? Buster: I don't know Buster: I've told you before, lads have done a fucking number on you, I don't know how you think Buster: Maybe it is all the same to you, like Buster: And maybe this is fucked up Buster: 'Cause I did wanna fuck you and yeah, I've known you as long as he has Buster: Maybe everyone's right and I'm wrong Rio: Do you want to stop? Buster: I don't wanna be another fucked up relationship for you Rio: You aren't Rio: and it isn't the same for me but if you don't believe me you don't believe me, you don't have to Buster: I want to Rio: I know you ain't got much reason to Rio: and it was especially fucked 'cos of how Chloe did you Rio: I don't know, it was easier to say that when I thought you were attacking me about it Buster: I'm a cunt when I get mad but I'm not ever trying to put this on you Buster: I mean it every time I say he's the one who's fucked Buster: You could be a literal star on pornhub and it still ain't right how he is with you Rio: So am I Rio: Yeah Rio: I just don't like thinking about it Rio: never mind talking about it Buster: I'm sorry Buster: I just want you to be able to talk about it with someone so you don't think bad shit like that, you know Rio: Don't say sorry, I'm meant to be apologising Rio: It's not easy, I know you get that Buster: I don't care, I feel it so I'm gonna say it Buster: I wanna make things easier for you but I somehow fuck it up so Rio: You do make things easier for me Rio: never mind easy, you make so much shit bearable that otherwise wouldn't be Buster: Tell me how I can make this better too Rio: I don't know, babe Rio: I'm messed up Buster: You're not Buster: The situation is Rio: Well, a little bit, let's be real Buster: No more than anyone else Buster: Less than me Rio: Come on Rio: Ain't a competition either of us need to wino Buster: I still am though Rio: Okay, okay, I'll let you have it Rio: Can we be good? Rio: It's Christmas Buster: We can be good 'cause I love you Buster: And I miss you Buster: I don't care what time of year it is Rio: Promise Rio: Promise you don't think I'm too fucked Buster: Don't be stupid Buster: You know I think you're perfect Rio: I love you Buster: I love you, babe Buster: And I'm sorry, like it or not Rio: Well I'm more sorry Rio: deal with it Buster: Touche Rio: How are you Buster: Standard Buster: Are you okay? Rio: Are you being honest? Rio: I'm okay now we're talking Buster: I mean, I'm used to feeling like this, yeah Rio: That makes my heart hurt Rio: What can I do? Buster: You're doing it already Rio: I miss you Rio: What are you doing today? Buster: I just got back from the gym so I'm open to offers, like Rio: I'll think of something worth it then Buster: Don't you have work? Rio: Yeah but we've got a few hours Buster: I can make that work Rio: I need to do some shopping Rio: you got much left to get? Buster: No but like I need an excuse to buy shit for myself Buster: I'll still come with Rio: You can help Rio: I have no idea what to get, I got Pablo in the secret santa 🙄 Buster: You know it Buster: Always ready for heroics, however small Buster: That'll be easy Rio: Yeah, what I figured Rio: he'll be grateful for your input and so will I Buster: Yeah? Buster: I'll do my best for you then Rio: Yeah, you'll see Rio: What do you want for Christmas, seriously, I need clues Buster: I want you Rio: You already have me Rio: Goes without saying Buster: Not with the fam around it doesn't Rio: You know I'll find a way Rio: when everyone is in a food coma in front of the TV, no doubt Buster: That's why you're my fave, obviously Rio: I should hope so Rio: no one better be coming for my 👑 with a seriously good present, like Buster: I mean, Nance has form for good gifting but Rio: No need to tell me Rio: Least she's off my list Rio: not in a shady way, of course 😂 Buster: You've bought her gift before mine? 😒 Buster: Rude Rio: Awh baby, no 😘 we agreed to skip it so we can have money for Milan in the summer Buster: Good Rio: If I'm extra nice today will you give me a clue forreal? Buster: We'll see Rio: 😟 Please Buster: If you keep asking me that nicely Rio: Noted Rio: You getting me etiquette lessons? Buster: Fuck no Buster: Yesterday aside, I love the way you talk to me Rio: Yesterday won't happen again Rio: I promise Buster: You don't have to promise me that Buster: I'm always angry, I can't be that hypocrite, like Rio: I want to promise it though Rio: I promise I don't wanna be that mean again, even if I am, yeah Rio: that's a compromise Buster: Well then I promise too Rio: Baby, I missed you Buster: I love it when you call me that Rio: Good Rio: 'cos you are my baby Buster: I've missed you so much Buster: I couldn't sleep last night Rio: Me either Rio: It's hard enough when you're not there as is Rio: never mind not knowing if you're okay or if you hate me forever Buster: Baby, I could never Buster: Stay with me tonight, yeah? Buster: However late you're working I don't care Rio: I'm on 'til 1.30 Rio: I won't wake you if you're sleeping like an 😇 Buster: Wake me Rio: Only if I can do it in a fun way Buster: I'm not gonna give you a clue for that Buster: I reckon you've got it covered Rio: Not a total amatuer, like Buster: Good to know Buster: 'Cause I fucking ache for you already Rio: 😩 Oh God Rio: and your body is going to be so hard from the gym, please Buster: [sends some gym selfies from earlier cause you know he just has those] Rio: I want you Rio: Fuck baby Rio: I need you before we go out, like, there's no way I'm concentrating otherwise Buster: You've got me Buster: I'm right there with you, babe Buster: I need you so badly Rio: You're so gorgeous Rio: I want to put my hands and mouth all over every inch of you Buster: Jesus Buster: You have to, please Rio: I will Rio: Until you're begging me to touch you where you really need it most Buster: Fuck Rio: That's providing I can resist going straight there myself Buster: I won't be mad if you can't Rio: I bet Buster: I am mad that I have to get dressed right now though Rio: Don't Rio: not yet Buster: Say please Rio: Please Rio: I want you naked Buster: Okay Rio: I'll come to you Rio: Is anyone there? Buster: No Buster: But even if they were, I still need you here Rio: Thank fuck though Rio: but agreed, sorry everyone Buster: Are you gonna be mad if we don't make it to the shops? 'Cause you're not even in my bed yet but I don't want you to leave it Rio: Not even a little bit Buster: I'll get the cuffs out if necessary but I know you want your hands free so Rio: I'll be good Rio: for a little while Rio: then I might need reminding Buster: You're always so good, baby Rio: 'cos you earn it Rio: you're so good to me, daddy Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Buster Buster: Come and show me Rio: 🤤 I'm just toeing the line of staying turned on but not being so needy I can't drive Buster: Worry about driving, I'll worry about getting you there Rio: Stop being so hot then thank you Buster: You're the one telling me not to cover up Rio: 'cos the idea of having you naked and not appreciating every sensory delight of that goes against everything I stand for Buster: I know Rio: Now I'm distracted again Buster: As much as I want you to hurry up, I'd rather you didn't crash Rio: That's nice to know, babe Rio: romance ain't dead yet Buster: Shhh Buster: I'm saving the romance for when you make it here in one piece Rio: I know Rio: such a cutie Buster: Don't tell anyone Buster: Or I'll take the ice bucket I set up back downstairs, like Rio: 🤐 Rio: Good girl, promise Buster: I can promise now that nobody's here or they would have seen me by now Buster: So you don't have to stay quiet for long Rio: 😂 I'm glad you get to save that view just for me Buster: Me too 'cause I'm such a good boy that I didn't even slip my robe on Rio: 😋 Rio: you really putting in the hours to get on the nice list huh Rio: never too late babe Buster: 'Course Buster: I meant what I said, don't be sitting on Santa's lap and telling him what you want instead of me Rio: I was so gutted when we started arguing 'cos you killed me when you said that and what a waste Rio: not the only reason but you know, priorities Buster: 😂 Buster: How has he earnt that though like? Fuck off 🎅 Rio: Fair, only putting in graft one night a year is a bit of a cheek for all the hype he gets Buster: Cheers, babe Buster: So supportive Rio: You already know you my favourite daddy Buster: I like hearing it though Rio: I'll tell you all about it when I'm reeling off my wish list, like Buster: Yeah? Buster: While you can still speak, like Rio: Fuck Rio: I want that so bad Buster: I want you so bad Rio: I'm coming Buster: You're gonna be saying that again for me soon Rio: Can't even say promises promises because yeah Rio: I'm ready Rio: good thing we got a while to keep playing Buster: I'm gonna make the most of every minute with and for you baby Rio: Least they can't open Christmas Buster: Thank Christ Buster: You want me to keep you company tonight? I've got work I can do as per Rio: It's what he died for Rio: wrong holiday but still appreciated nonetheless Rio: 'course, likewise always appreciated Buster: 😂 Buster: I will then Buster: You can work on your focus while I'm being the hot nerd you like Rio: I'll do my best Rio: Lord knows you've got competition with all the rowdy work dos rn 🙄 Buster: Tell me what my word count has to be on my essay before I can go from nerd to hero and distract you how I do best Buster: 500? 1000? Let me know and when I reach it I'll reach for my phone and fave app Rio: Depends Rio: What's your total? Buster: 5000 Buster: Easy, like Rio: Hmm, you need to do 1000 then Buster: Alright Rio: How you doin' babe? Buster: How do you think? Rio: Keep on keeping on Rio: Poor baby 😢 Rio: Don't they know it's the most wonderful time of the year Buster: I'll remind you you said that at work later, yeah? Rio: 😏 Rio: the traffic around your way is the worst Rio: I've not moved in ages Buster: Well, if you don't need your hands on the wheel, use that to your advantage, like Rio: I like the way your mind works Buster: There are reasons you've kept me around this long Rio: I know, but if you wanna remind me I'm not gonna say no Buster: Good to know Buster: And likewise 'cause I'm thinking about how good it'll be when you finally show up Buster: So anything you wanna contribute is always appreciated Rio: [Pics] Rio: I got you Buster: Fuck Buster: You're so beautiful Rio: You're lovely Buster: I don't have words Buster: Taking my breath away too Rio: Cheap trick to get mouth to mouth Rio: but I'll allow it Buster: Now all I can think about is kissing you Buster: And just that shouldn't be getting to me how it is Rio: Why not Rio: Kissing is the best Buster: I just Buster: I never used to think so Buster: Breaking all my rules for you, like Rio: Well, you did need to work on your skillz Rio: but you know I'm the best Buster: You went from it weren't that bad to it was perfect, not technically but, back to shading me Buster: Damn Buster: Clearly I do Rio: 😬 Whoops Buster: 💔 Rio: Tryna motivate not bruise your ego baby Rio: You know I was still 😻 Buster: Yeah 'cause you loved me Buster: And you didn't know any better Rio: I do now Rio: Still 😻 Buster: I can't even play right now and act like its not like that for me Buster: You were good then, you're even better now Rio: Baby Buster: Tell yourself I'm only saying it 'cause I'm so turned on if you didn't wanna hear it but like, that isn't true Buster: I mean, I am desperate for you but Rio: No, I did Rio: I just don't know what to say Rio: or why you're so nice and perfect Buster: You don't have to say anything, baby, it's okay Buster: I know what you think and feel about me Rio: You do? Rio: Good, 'cos you've got to know Buster: I do Buster: Nobody shows me like you do, you know Rio: Better not Rio: I'll fight them Buster: Don't tempt me Buster: I wanna see that Rio: 😒 Rio: Be more typical Buster: I can't help that everything you do is hot Rio: You have fun with that 'cos I won't be going anywhere near you if you get with someone else Buster: I'd rather have fun with you Buster: You know nobody else comes close, right? Rio: Just don't forget then boy and we'll be fine Buster: Come on, I can't forget Buster: And if I ever did you can fight me instead Rio: I don't wanna Rio: You're too pretty Buster: You're not gonna be able to reach my face so it don't matter, babe Rio: Babe Rio: You know I know how to get you down on your knees Rio: Don't test me Buster: You say that like it's not exactly where I wanna be Rio: Not if you're getting beatdown Rio: I'm very tough and scary, remember Buster: You're so fucking hot is what you are Buster: I'd let you hurt me if you wanna Rio: There's nothing I wouldn't let you do honestly Rio: is that fucked Rio: I don't care Buster: If it's fucked we both are Buster: But it doesn't feel like that to me Rio: Me either Rio: You never make me feel like that Rio: wrong Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause you shouldn't Buster: You make me feel like I can do anything and I want to give you that too Rio: Lots of my exes have, hell, people in general Rio: Good, 'cos you can Rio: gonna be so fucking good, yeah? Buster: I hate that Buster: But it won't happen again, I'm not gonna let it Buster: You're gonna be proved right again, babe. End of Rio: Sounds like a plan to me Rio: Okay, finally here Rio: Time to prove why you're my baby Buster: Thank Christ 'cause that traffic was killing me Buster: It's cold, get in the hot tub Rio: You don't need to ask me nice or twice Buster: The champagne is already there if you wanna open it but I'm not in no rush for anything other than you so Rio: 😍 Rio: Jesus, I love you Buster: I love you too

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