#matchmaker angie

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FIC: Dear Uncle Luka Clause... (MLB; Lukanette)

Characters/Pairings: Angie Couffaine (OC), Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Rose Lavillant; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant

Rating: Mature (More of a High Teen/Light Mature?)

Summary: It all started when his pregnant sister-in-law convinced Luka to volunteer as a hospital Santa.  It got worse when Marinette brought his five-year-old niece to come see him at work.  This is either going to be the best or worst Christmas Uncle Luka Clause has ever had…

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Rating to be safe, but more of a High Teen?  I was reading this thing about crazy things kids have asked mall Santas for, and…yeah.  Oops?  😂  Angie is the amazing @quickspinner’s.  We just kidnap her from time to time for shenanigans.  😁

“Dear Uncle Luka Clause…”

“Thanks again for the help, Marinette,” Rose said, grinning at her not-quite-but-practically-would-be-if-Luka-would-just-move-his-ass-already sister.  Who currently had glitter smudged on her cheek and the red dot from one of the labels stuck to her nose and was extra adorable, if Rose did say so herself.  It was almost a shame Luka wasn’t around to see it.

Rose could almost see it now: the soft Christmas carols playing in the background.  The glitter on her face sparkling in the fairy lights strung up around the flat.  Luka reaching over to wipe the glitter off her face.  Their eyes locking as they leaned in.  They would just be drawn to each other, like…planets, or magnets, or something – they wouldn’t even need the mistletoe Rose would have hidden in the light above them!  And they would finally – finally – kiss, and it would be the first Christmas of a lifetime of many happy Christmases, and by the next Christmas Marinette would be the one too pregnant to fit into her stupid elf costume for the children’s hospital and –

But, alas, that was not the case.  Because Luka was working.  As Santa.  For the children’s hospital.  Because their usual Santa – a lovely old man named Hank who actually was a professional, year-round Santa – had broken his leg two weeks before December, and that close to the holiday it had been nearly impossible to find a suitable replacement (there were options, but Rose refused to have a Santa that smelled like beef and cheese).  It was bad enough that Rose couldn’t dress in her elf costume – because who had ever heard of a pregnant elf? – but no Santa?

She’d only had to cry a little before Luka caved.  (She’d had to cry a little more to convince Juleka to don the elf costume instead.)

[0ketinha]

Ok now I actually want to see a montage of brotherhood au Bruce trying out different matchmaking divination techniques, just to see his face as everything he sees and does, say broppy is 100% perfect match. Meanwhile our naive sunshine boy is like dude u ok? Ok, I’m going to hang out with my soon to be bae poppy lol.

he'd be angy

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi hello I love your writing

maybe you could do that Donna and reader are already in a relationship but nobody knows. but they have to stay Dimitrescus castle and after a couple days Daniela wants to play matchmaker with Donna and reader. After a few attempts and failing to get her sisters involved Daniela feels so confident that she’s making progress with her matchmaking and reader and Donna think it’s funny and play along. Of course soon after Daniela breaks into readers room bc she thinks there’s another woman in her bed but it’s Donna.

Yes!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))

Matchmaking

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 5,531

Summary:  A storm made you to stay at the Dimitrescu castle with your secret girlfriend.... What could go wrong?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Cherries, oranges...” You said quietly, reviewing the order you always brought to the castle. No matter how long you had been the village's fruit supplier, you still didn't get used to being treated with respect among the Lords. “I think everything is there.”

The maid accompanying you glanced at the baskets and nodded with a smile.

“The lady says that the apples you brought last week were excellent,” young Ingrid commented, making your pride fly through the air.

“Oh, that's good, I guess,” you commented amused, crossing off the tasks completed in your small notebook.

“Of course, (Y/N), I highly doubt you'd still be here if they weren't,” the maid laughed, amused. You blinked, feeling a knot in your stomach. Sometimes you forgot who you worked for.

“Yeah...” You sighed, picking up a small one with homemade jams.

“It was a joke,” the girl said, embarrassed for having reminded you that one mistake and all the blood in your body would disappear. You smiled and nodded understandingly, before the creaking of the door caught your attention.

“Oh, Lady Beneviento,” the maid said bowing politely to the black figure that entered the warehouse.

The mystery woman nodded and you had to try hard to hide a smile and the rapid beating of your heart.

“Ingrid,” you said, drawing the attention of the maid, who was still crestfallen, intimidated by the presence of the doll maker. “You should inform Alcina of her arrival, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, to which the young woman nodded profusely, leaving the warehouse.

You looked at the door to see that the maid had left and approached the lady in black, who also seemed a bit nervous.

“You honor me with your presence,” you whispered, biting your lip and taking a cherry from the basket, walking petulantly towards the lady, who laughed shyly under her veil. “You should try this… It is one of the best I have ever delivered.”

With the smile not leaving your face, you reached under the black veil, popping the cherry into the lady's mouth, who laughed again, reaching out to reach your hand and hold it, swaying.

After looking at both sides, checking that no one was there, you approached slowly, lifting the black veil and kissing the Lord’s lips slowly, something that made her gasp and bring her hands to your face, walking erratically until your back collided with a wall.

“Have you missed me, Donna?” You asked lovingly, contemplating her beauty, the beauty of her smile. She nodded, before attacking your lips again with a slightly rougher, more eager kiss.

“Did you think about what I proposed to you?” She asked in a low voice, lowering her hands to your waist.

You smiled even wider and pretended to roll your eyes.

“I don't know... Leaving my filthy cabin to live in a mansion with the woman of my life...” You murmured, hanging from her neck, soaking yourself in her lavender perfume.

“What do you have to think?! Say yes and let's go to the castle, I want to play with the girls,” the Angie doll said, impatiently tugging at her owner's dress.

“Angie, you always have to ruin the romance, huh?” You protested, shaking your head. The lady's pale hand diverted your gaze back to her, who was waiting for your response even more impatiently than the doll.

“So? What do you say, tesoro?” She asked again, approaching your lips.

“Mm, if you call me tesoro again, I won't think too much about it,” you joked, caressing her cheek and making her bite her lip.

“I can call you more things...” She whispered in your ear, leaning her body against yours in that cold warehouse.

“What kind of things?” You asked back, trying not to get too hot. The lady in black opened her mouth to say something that would probably send shivers down your spine, but she regretted it when footsteps began to be heard in the snow.

“Oh, it smells like a maid,” you murmured, kissing the back of her hand and turning away from her just as Ingrid entered the room again.

“Lady Dimitrescu is waiting for you, Lady Beneviento,” she said with heavy breathing. “And for you too, (Y/N).”

You both nodded and followed the young woman up the hill that led to the castle.

It seemed crazy, unlikely, but the trust the village Lords had placed in you had unforeseen consequences.

You were used to walking to the distant estate on your errands and it didn't take you too long to get used to Donna Beneviento. Strange, disturbed and... A terribly beautiful woman.

The visits became longer and longer, until finally, that curiosity you felt was relieved, you saw her face hidden and immediately afterwards, you showed that you felt something for her with a kiss. The feeling was reciprocal, obviously, something you sensed from her nervous way of speaking to you and those eternal teas that seemed to have no end.

It could be great news, that love you were waiting for, but, even if it was, and you were convinced that it was, there were still small formalities to clarify.

Donna was shy, too shy. For some reason no one but you, well, and Angie, knew about your relationship. Maybe out of fear that Mother Miranda wouldn't approve it, or maybe because Donna didn't want to tell anyone because... Well, you didn't know why exactly. You didn't care, you were okay with it and besides, you didn't want to be the center of rumors in the village, at least until you moved in with her, which was already imminent.

“Why is my sister waiting for you?” The lady in black asked with that tone that showed the jealousy she felt. You couldn't blame her. Until she met you, she was terribly lonely. It wasn't her fault that she didn't know exactly how human relationships worked.

You looked at her out of the corner of your eyes, suppressing the urge to take her hand, and pointed to the small basket you were carrying.

“Jam,” you whispered always careful for the maid to not hear you. Donna was very good at it but you... Not so much.

“You've never brought jam to me,” Donna protested, you assumed, looking at you curiously.

“When I move in with you, I'll do it every day,” you whispered, moving your hand so it brushed hers, causing another shy laugh to come out of her veil. “Which flavor is your favorite?”

“Mm, well, I...” She began to whisper, before a terrible crash interrupted her. It seemed like thunder.

“Uh, oh... It looks bad,” you said, looking at the black clouds in the sky, which had abruptly darkened it. Donna looked up and extended her hand to check if it was raining.

“I don't think it's raining,” you said, resuming your walk before, as if it were a shower, a thin curtain of water began to bathe you. “Oh, wow…”

“Let's go inside, quickly!” Ingrid screamed, now running up the hill.

You both nodded and, picking up the Angie doll from the ground, you ran towards the castle before getting completely wet.

“For Gods’ sake...” You said, helping the maid to close the doors. The rain was merciless and tireless. “Thank goodness this was my last assignment.”

Donna nodded, checking that her dress hadn't gotten too wet.

“Are you okay Don... I mean, Lady Beneviento?” You asked, correctly placing the veil of the woman in black, who discreetly nodded.

“It seems that the storm has caught you,” a deep voice said, Alcina Dimitrescu, who was waiting for you at the entrance, with a seductive smile, as always.

“Yes, my lady,” the maid said, bowing her head. The lady in white smiled and directed her gaze towards you.

“(Y/N), punctual as always,” she murmured with that sensual tone, making Donna couldn't help but cough to let out a little of her annoyance. “Donna, you have come too…”

“Yes, my lady... The jam,” you said kindly, glancing askance at the jealous lady in black and bringing the basket to Alcina.

The lady of the castle picked it up and looked inside with a satisfied smile.

“Good job, little bird,” she told you with a subtle, but terribly seductive gesture.

“Um, yeah, I...Okay, I'm leaving,” you said nervously, not wanting to prolong poor and insecure Donna's suffering any longer.

“Why are you such in a hurry?” Alcina asked mockingly. “It's raining heavily out there. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite fruit supplier. Besides, Donna and I were going to have tea, weren't we?”

“Be careful about what you say, sister, (Y/N) is...” Angie hissed, pointing an accusing wooden finger at the lady in white, who raised her eyebrows.

“Angie, shut up,” Donna snapped.

“Yes, yes, shut up, you kind of talking furniture... The girls are already in the room, I'm sure you have a lot of things to talk to them about,” Alcina said, ignoring that curious threat that caused you to blush. “Anyway, will you come with me, ladies?”

The two of you walked in silence through the corridors of the castle. It wasn't the first time you stayed there drinking tea and avoiding Alcina's flirtation, but of course, Donna didn't know that.

“My lady, the tapestries you commissioned for,” a maid said, interrupting your walk, giving you an opportunity to ask Donna a question that made you tremble.

“Angie's not going to snitch, is she?” You whispered, getting closer to the lady in black, who was maintaining a stoic pose. She looked at you briefly and shook her head.

“No, you can be sure,” Donna whispered with that soft, hoarse voice that made your heart calm down.

“You're talking behind my back, huh?” Alcina interrupted, amused, making you both immediately stand at attention, comically shaking your head, serving only to make the tall lady laugh sinisterly.

That tea was strange. The sound of rain bounced against the glass while the clock on the wall emphasized your boredom. In another corner of the room, the Dimitrescu sisters' laughter with Angie bounced off the walls. You liked them, and you wouldn't have minded spending that time with them instead of sitting in silence over a cup of tea.

“Well, now I really have to go,” you said, finishing your cup in one gulp and getting up from the couch.

“Don't be stupid, (Y/N), it's still raining,” Alcina muttered, lighting a cigarette.

You looked at Donna looking for some complicity. Like every afternoon, your daily romantic dinner awaited.

“Yes, I... I'm leaving too,” the lady in black said, standing up next to you, earning you a curious and suspicious look from Alcina.

“What are you two up to?” She asked curiously, studying your trembling posture.

“Nothing,” you said in unison, sounding even more suspicious. Alcina stood up, approaching in an intimidating manner and leaning down to look at you closer, looking for something that would give you away. You knew that the lady of the castle was anything but naive.

“Then stop acting like you do and put your asses on the couch. No one leaves. The storm is getting worse and dangerous. I will tell the maids to make dinner. Tonight you will stay here.”

“But, but...” Donna murmured, nervous.

“No buts, Donna. If Mother Miranda finds out I left my youngest sister alone in such a terrible storm she will punish me by having to put up with that idiot Heisenberg at the next meeting. And as for you... (Y/N), I'm not going to put those delicious jams in danger.”

The two of you looked at each other and shrugged, sitting back down as the lady in white disappeared with an elegant step.

“I think she knows, Donna,” you murmured, eyes glued to the door.

“You think so?” She asked, getting closer, but keeping the distance, with that tone and that discreet look.

“If she doesn’t, what does that mean?” You insisted. She shrugged again.

“Well, so what if she knows?” Donna asked, with a slightly firmer tone. Of course, if Alcina suspected that there was something between you two, the shadow of Donna’s jealousy would disappear from her mind. It wasn't such a bad thing.

“You're jealous, huh?” You joked, giving your lover a nudge that startled her, making her shake the head in an exaggerated way.

“No,” she said dryly, giving herself away.

“Yes, yes, you are...” You hummed, moving closer.

“Stai zitto...” She murmured, crossing her arms, avoiding your gaze.

“You see? You've gotten nervous,”  you mocked, raising and lowering your eyebrows. She shook her head again.

“You make me nervous, (Y/N),” she protested, just before your little game was interrupted by an irritating porcelain puppet.

“Aren't we going home?” Angie asked, curiously.

“No, Angie. We'll stay here tonight,” her owner explained, still breathing hard from that conversation.

“Good!” The doll celebrated. “(Y/N), do you play poker?” She asked you, pulling at your clothes.

“Bet lei with a bunch of bloodsucking flies? What a plan...” You joked, standing up, but not before winking at your girlfriend, who shivered angrily at your teasing.

The three Dimitrescu sisters were… Curious. They may have seemed like three normal girls, but they weren't. They could terrify anyone. But fortunately, they always liked you and that gave you a certain sense of immunity.

Time passed and the coins went from one place to another on the old carpet. As if looking for a miracle, from time to time your head turned towards the window, hoping that it would stop raining. Luck did not smile on you in that regard.

“I'm bored...” Daniela Dimitrescu protested, plopping down on the sofa next to Donna, after having lost countless games.

“That's because you're a loser,” Bela, another of the sisters, murmured, studying her cards cautiously. You smiled knowingly.

“Cass, tell her something, she called me a loser again,” the girl protested, sitting upright and squeezing her fists.

“We can deny the truth, Dani. Don't you think so, (Y/N)?” The most serene of the three, Cassandra, told you. You smiled, but shook your head, placing your cards down.

“I prefer not to say anything. I like the blood running through my veins,” you joked, sighing, hoping again for a miracle so the rain would disappear. It didn’t do it.

“Let's play something different,” Daniela interrupted again.

“What?” You asked, studying the traps of your playmates. You knew that with them, it was impossible to win, but, to see how they tried to trick, amused you.

“Hide and seek?” Angie asked, excitedly, which made your body shake with terror. No, not again...

The young Dimitrescu's gaze was directed towards Donna, who was sewing calmly, without disturbing, as absent as ever. A sinister smile caught her attention as the girl approached her, wrapping her shoulders.

“Let's play to find a girlfriend for Aunt Donna,” Daniela said, without any shame. The lady in black stirred, trying to get out of her grasp without success.

“Oh, come on, Dani. Leave her alone,” Cassandra protested, shaking her head.

“It can be funny, don't you think?” The young Dimitrescu sang, looking at you in a funny way. You had to hold back your laughter.

“Yes, yes, a girlfriend... Doesn't that sound fun, (Y/N)?” Angie said in a dark voice, looking at you psychotically.

“Shut up, Angie,” you growled, trying not to let the rest to find out. The doll laughed irritatingly and ran to the lap of her owner, who was surely wishing that the earth would swallow her.

“If Aunt Donna wants to be alone, you have to respect that, Dani,” Bela said. “Don't you think, (Y/N)?”

“Of course,” you said, your voice trembling from the attack of laughter that threatened to give you away.

“But that's very boring!” Daniela shouted, shaking your girlfriend by her shoulders. “Wouldn't you like to have a girlfriend, Aunt Donna?”

“Um, I...” The lady in black stammered, crumpling the fabric she was sewing in her hands.

“Mother says that someone to warm your bed always comes in handy,” young vampire said the, making you have to cough to hide a laugh.

“Daniela!” The other two sisters screamed, annoyed by her sister's impudence.

“(Y/N), you were single, right?” The girl asked, approaching you and releasing poor Donna from her grasp.

“Me? Yes, I’m...” You whispered, starting to be uncomfortable in that situation.

“Oh... Interesting, come on,” Daniela said, pulling your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the couch and sitting next to the lady in black, who moved to get away from your body, which she didn't want to do.

“Aunt Donna, (Y/N). (Y/N), Aunt Donna,” Daniela said, pointing at you in a kind of strange introduction. “Come on, come on, shake your hands.”

With the black veil covering her face to know her expression was impossible, but the most sensible thing was to obey that curious order. You reached out your hand towards hers and shook it half-heartedly, noticing how poor Donna was already starting to sweat.

“Well, you know each other,” Daniela said, satisfied, nodding and sitting in an armchair in front of you.

“We already knew each other, Daniela,” you said amused, leaning back on the couch with a curious look.

“Did you? Well, This is even better,” she responded, putting her legs up on the couch and sitting down childishly.

“Daniela…. Leave them alone…” Bela protested. “Mother is going to be angry…”

“Shut up, you boring thing!” Her sister screeched in response. “Aunt Donna, did you know that (Y/N) makes some delicious jams?”

Donna looked at you and then nodded.

“I had heard something about it,” the doll maker whispered, with an almost imperceptible voice. The vampire smiled pleased at the answer and put on a thoughtful look.

“(Y/N), did you know that Donna cooks very well?” She asked you, making an indiscreet smile appear on your face, nodding slowly.

“I had heard something about it,” you whispered, imitating your lover's response, something that surely made her laugh behind that horrible veil.

“Well, it's clear isn't it? You know, jam, cooking... The two things together could be interesting,” Daniela commented, as if she really didn't know what she meant. She wasn't the best matchmaker, of course, but you had to admit this kind of game was pretty interesting.

“I guess so,” you said amused, glancing at the lady in black, who seemed more relaxed.

“Yes, yes, that's the spirit!” Daniela said satisfied, joining her hands.

“Daniela, you're going to...” Cassandra murmured.

The young woman ignored her sister's protests and continued looking at you curiously, looking for a way to get you to agree on something. In reality you did, you both loved each other madly.

Daniela got up from the armchair, pacing from side to side. The Angie doll had serious problems holding back her laughter, just like you. The young woman approached you, perching on the couch and holding your chin so you could look at the woman in black.

“Look, Donna. (Y/N) is a pretty girl, right?” She asked with a childish voice, seductive at the same time.

The lady in black stared at you for a moment, you assumed with that tender look, that look that made you fall completely in love with her.

“She is,” Donna whispered in a scandalously low volume, but perceptible to Daniela, who smiled widely, letting you free from her too-strong grip.

“Well, I... I have never seen Aunt Donna’s face. I don't know what she looks like, but Mother told me that...” The young Dimitrescu murmured confused by having to explain the beauty of Donna that you weren’t supposed to know.

“That's enough,” Bela said, getting up from the floor and dragging her sister away from the couch under your watchful gaze. “Dani, you already know that Aunt Donna is very sensitive, mother says that she can suffer a crisis if we are not careful with what we say.”

“It doesn't matter. It's okay,” Donna herself interrupted, to the astonishment and triumph of the two sisters.

You were also surprised by that reaction. You didn't think it was possible, but she seemed to be enjoying this curious conversation.

“I'm sure she's a beautiful woman... The most beautiful woman in the world...” You whispered tenderly, leaning towards Donna, who laughed shyly.

You couldn't see it, but you were sure that behind that black fabric, there were rosy cheeks.

“You see? You see? It's working,” Daniela said, with a tone of victory, curing her tongue mockingly at her sister, who rolled her eyes, lying down again on the floor next to Cassandra.

“The only thing that will work is mother's punishment when she finds out that you are playing with your aunt and the fruit girl,” Cassandra murmured, laughing amused.

Daniela protested by stamping her feet on the floor, but she immediately relaxed, turning towards you again.

“Don't call her fruit girl,” she protested, “She'll be your aunt too.”

You covered your mouth to hide your laughter and took advantage of that small moment of distraction to caress Donna's hand discreetly, which made her shiver and return the caress slowly, running a finger along the back of your hand.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say...” Cassandra whispered, listlessly.

“Oh, look Dani, look!” Angie shouted, pointing to your clasped hands, causing you to separate instantly. “How cute!”

“Damn devilish doll,” you hissed, embarrassed, even more when the young Dimitrescu's face lit up.

“Keep going, keep going, you were doing very well,” she commented happily, joining your hands again. “Wow, I must have an innate talent…”

“Yes, for the problems,” Bela murmured, shaking her head.

“They were caressing their hands!” Daniela shouted, hitting her sister on the head, who looked at her furiously.

“Angie, shut up now,” you growled at the puppet, who sat between you, swinging her legs. The doll just tilted her head, thus saying that she didn't plan to do it.

“They like each other, I'm sure,” Daniela protested, engaged in a ridiculous fight with her sister. “You’re envious.”

“Envious? Come down from the clouds, little sister,” Bela said, fighting with her sister in a comical way.

“What a mess we made, huh, darling?” You whispered to your girlfriend, who nodded in amusement while your hand rested on her cheek, underneath the black fabric.

“Stop that now!” Cassandra shouted, trying to separate the vampires.

“Fight, fight, fight!” Angie encouraged, paying more attention to the fight, and not to your discreet caresses.

“Girls!” A deep voice interrupted that chaos, Alcina. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing, mother,” they said agitatedly, standing at attention in front of her mother, but not before elbowing each other several times.

“Well... Ladies, dinner is served,” Alcina said elegantly, gesturing for you to get up.

Again, and followed by the three sisters and a couple of maids, you walked through the corridors, heading towards the dining room.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. A maid, an old friend of yours surprised you, just when you were going to whisper something to your girlfriend.

“Mihaela, nice to see you,” you said with a smile, causing the lady in black to stop, turning around curiously.

“Yes, well, I've been in the castle for quite some time now and...” She began to explain, grabbing your arms affectionately, before a black cloud pounced on you.

“No, stay back!” Daniela screeched, as she materialized and pushed the maid out of your reach, sticking her tongue out at her. “Out, out, out,” she repeated, making the maid turn away, bow her head, and run away.

“Hey, she was my friend,” you protested, letting yourself be guided back to Donna, who was waiting patiently for you.

“No friends, (Y/N),” the young Dimitrescu said, taking your arm and wrapping it in that of the woman in black, who sighed... Satisfied?

“How good it has been for you,” You joked, without letting her arm go, walking in front of Daniela, who was watching you tirelessly.

“Who was that cagna?” She asked hatefully, whispering with a clenched fist. Jealousy again.

“A friend, Donna. She was my best friend for a while,” you explained, trying to make your words only audible to her. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Well, ladies, take a seat,” Alcina said, spreading her arms on the dining room table.

“Here, here (Y/N)!”Daniela screamed, gesturing for you to go over there, right to the chair next to Donna’s, how predictable.

With a comically chivalrous gesture, the young Dimitrescu sat you in the chair, under the furious and attentive gaze of her sisters.

The dinner was silent, despite Daniela's continuous glances, as she sat mysteriously in front of you, studying each of your gestures.

“Lady Dimitrescu, would you be so kind as to bring me the wine?” You asked kindly. As the lady nodded and grabbed the bottle, the rebellious hand of her daughter interrupted her.

“Wait, mother,” Daniela said, offering the wine to Donna. “Come on, Aunt Donna, (Y/N) wants more wine.”

Alcina looked at her with a frown as the lady in black, with trembling hands, poured some wine into your glass.

“Thank you, doll face...” You whispered, making the bottle almost slip through her sweaty hands.

“What are you playing now, Daniela?” The lady of the castle asked, oblivious to the hand that slid under the table, your hand in Donna's, calming her nerves with soft caresses.

“Aunt Donna and (Y/N) like each other, mother. I think that thanks to me they can be…” the young vampire explained, which caused a laugh from her sister Cassandra.

“Oh, is it true?” The lady asked in a dark voice, as if somehow your suspicions were true and she had known about you for a long time, which was quite likely.

“It's Daniela, mother, she's been bothering Aunt Donna and (Y/N) all the time,” Bela complained, with a look of superiority.

“I haven't bothered them, I'm sure they'll fall in love,” Daniela said, getting up from the table. Alcina continued watching you in a funny way.

“What stupid things my girls say, right, ladies?” Alcina asked in a soft voice, with that sinister smile.

“Yes, yes...” Donna murmured, not letting your hand go under the table.

Finally, and after an uncomfortable and funny dinner at the same time, it was time to sleep. The storm had not let up all the time, the idea of ​​​​spending a night, perhaps a special one with Donna had long since disappeared from your head.

“There, (Y/N), you will stay in that bedroom. Surely inside you will find something to wear,” the lady of the castle told you, opening the door of an old room.

“Thank you, my lady,” you said kindly, wanting to get into bed and forget that day, well, think about that day.

“Donna, you'll stay in this one, okay?” The lady in white murmured, opening the door in front of yours.

Your girlfriend nodded slowly.

“Do me a favor, ladies...” Alcina murmured, walking slowly, turning to look at you over her shoulder. “Don't make too much noise, I'm a light sleeper.”

“What?” You asked when the lady turned the corner.

“She knows, now I'm sure,” Donna said, nervously playing with her hands.

“Well, it doesn't matter,” you said, gently grabbing them, playing with them, getting closer to her.

“What a day, huh?” You joked, passing your hand under her veil, caressing her hot cheek from due to the blush. She nodded, linking her hand to yours.

“Maybe we should tell everyone,” she commented.

“Yes, maybe, before Daniela undresses us and puts us in a bed,” you joked, making Donna step back, overwhelmed by that insinuation.

“Well, I hope that doesn't happen,” she stammered, revealing her nervousness about the step you had not yet taken in your relationship.

“Do you? Well, I partly wish so...” You whispered seductively, lifting her veil and kissing her tenderly on the lips. “Anyway, good night, Donna.”

“Good night.”

You got into bed going over the events of the day. The lightning illuminated the room and the rain from the glass accentuated how sinister it was to be in that castle. You smiled, amused by Daniela's attitude towards you. According to Donna, she had been doing that kind of things for a while.

A noise at the door, a few silent knocks, caught your attention, causing your heart to beat quickly, scared.

“(Y/N), open the door, it's me,” the unmistakable accent and the softness of Donna's voice sent a flow of relief to your body, making you discreetly open it so the lady in black could pass by, already with her hair down and a kind of sleeping dress.

“What are you doing here at this hour, miss?” You asked amused, hanging on to her neck and attacking her mercilessly with your kisses. She laughed gasping for your tireless kisses, for all those kisses you would have given her if it weren't for that stupid storm.

“I wanted to see you,” Donna explained, pulling you onto the bed and getting into it.

“See me? What's wrong, are you cold?” You asked jokingly, joining her under her covers.

“My life is very cold without you,” she whispered affectionately, being the one who kissed you at that moment, enjoying the warmth of your bodies under the sheets.

“Mmm,” you purred, moved by her almost sickly romanticism. “Say it again, but in Italian...” she asked playfully. Donna laughed and leaned closer to your ear.

“La mia vita è molto fredda senza di te,” she whispered in your ear, making you suppress a moan at those seductive words.

“Do it again,” you asked amused, kissing her neck and causing her shyness to come to light with small laughs that you imagined weren't so scandalous.

“La mia...” She couldn't finish the sentence as your kisses attacked her again, turning that old room in the castle into a hot and lustful, anxious and hungry environment.

“Wait, (Y/N),” she said, catching her breath when your playful hands lifted her dress, letting it fall next to yours. “Our first time can't be... Here.”

“Why not?” You asked, running your hands along her bare back, also getting rid of her bra. Donna didn't seem to mind.

“It would have to be special,” she said, playing with yours, sending it flying, unable to suppress her desire.

“A huge castle under the light of lightning is not special enough?” You asked, running your hands over her chest, continuing to caress her. Her smile was all you needed to continue.

After a few gasps, rolling around fighting for supremacy in that small bed, something made you stop.

“What's happening?” Donna asked, looking around her, nervous.

“I think, I think I’ve heard...” You whispered, getting off your lover and turning on the small light on your table.

“Gotcha!” Daniela Dimitrescu rushed to the bed with a cloud of flies, making you both cover yourself, especially Donna.

“What the hell...?” You asked, pulling the sheets to cover your nakedness while Daniela looked for clues throughout the room, grabbing a black bra from the floor, one that wasn't yours.

“What does this mean, (Y/N)?” Daniela said, with an accusatory tone, throwing the garment in your face with contempt.

“Wait, let me...”

“No! I spent the afternoon making you and my aunt fall in love! And what do you do? To get into bed with a whore maid,” She said furiously, clenching her fists on both sides of her waist.

“I think you're wrong,” you said with relative calm, inevitably smiling.

“I'm thinking of telling Donna. You're going to make her cry and you'll pay for that,” Daniela said before leaving the room, making your girlfriend leave her hiding place and peek out of the sheets, sitting next to you.

“Daniela, wait,” she said with a broken, but confident voice.

“Don't dare to give orders to me, you bitch! You're going to...” The vampire squealed, stamping her feet on the ground until she got a good look at your companion. “Aunt Donna… Is that you?”

She nodded, searching for her black veil, forgetting that she hadn't brought it.

“Wow... You are more beautiful than mother had told us,” Daniela whispered, approaching and sitting on the bed, embarrassingly close to your naked bodies.

“There is no maid,” you said, covering your girlfriend better, who was trembling because of her nerves.

Daniela’s shocked face changed to one of happiness, hugging you both awkwardly.

“I knew! I knew it would work!” She screamed, squeezing you tightly. “You'll see when I tell my sisters, they're going to be tired of apologizing,” she said triumphantly, separating to your relief and walking towards the door. “I’m the best. Knock knock, who is it? The best couple creator in history, the infallible, the only, the inimitable Daniela...”

Her words were lost as she walked out of the room, still flattering herself.

“Um... Maybe we should tell her that...” You said amused, scratching the back of your neck.

“She seems happy,” Donna said, resting her head on your shoulder, forgetting about that embarrassing moment.

“You're right. Let's let her enjoy her victory. Besides, tomorrow is a hard day. You'll have to help me with the move, my dear Donna...”

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

i've reached the investigation portion of danganronpa v3 chapter 2, which is the last point to which i had watched youtube content and thus everything beyond will be new to me. my chapter 2 commentary thus far:

kaito really just decided that he and shuichi were going to be best friends and shuichi didn't have any choice in the matter lol

nobody needed to tell me that kaito was the one incessantly ringing my doorbell, i knew it was him lol

i have been referring to tenko, himiko, and angie as "the girlies" and i am 100% confident that every single one of them is going to die before this game is over

lmao shuichi asking himiko "how have you survived this long?" same bro i also wonder this about her

kaito threatening to slug kokichi and then kokichi literally bolting out of the room is the realest thing that has happened in this game so far

i've made a habit of clicking on ALL the characters every free time to see if they have any fun dialogue before i choose who i actually spend free time with. on i think the first free time slot in chapter 2 i went to kokichi who said something about being scared that kaito had caught up to him because he was afraid he was gonna slug him (or something along those lines), and then when i talked to kaito he immediately said "you seen kokichi around anywhere?" implying he had indeed been looking for him to deliver said slugging. made me laugh my fucking ASS off

by sheer dumb luck, i had gotten the parasol from the monomono machine in chapter 1, so i was able to talk to tenko before doing the flashback light scene in the gym and unknowingly unlock what i later found out was one of the secret scenes (and let me tell you i was delighted by this development and that it happened naturally). and thus i was able to witness ~the girlies and keebo at the pool~. subsequently, i have SO many questions lol. tenko kind of implied that she kind of wanted just to hang with himiko, and angie was probably there because himiko invited her and tenko can't say no to himiko, but why did tenko invite keebo? lmao tenko you're such a hot mess

during the free time session i was planning on hanging with kaito first, but then i spoke to keebo and he asked so vulnerably "shuichi if you have free time would you like to spend it with me? there's something i want to ask you" and i changed my plans SO fast i would die for you keebo

"maybe someone like miu would appreciate his mechanics" shuichi you're not trying to play matchmaker are you?

lmao there was a stark difference in shuichi's reactions to that day's free time events with keebo and with kaito, both of which involved them talking about their skills/stuff they'd learned. about keebo, shuichi said "okay...he's weird and i don't understand him." about kaito, shuichi said "wow, kaito's incredible!" these were incredibly similar interactions. lol okay tell me how you really feel shuichi. you can't tell me he doesn't have at least a little bit of a crush on kaito

hm a "gyoza in the shape of a face - a dumpling that's modeled after someone you swear you've seen somewhere before." hm gee i wonder who that could be. (definitely doesn't look like makoto naegi or anything. haunting the narrative much?)

the fact that korekiyo was definitely in the top half of most reasonable people i spoke to in this chapter is a sign that the world has been flipped upside down

every one of these games has had one weird, obsessive, one-sided, and likely ill-fated romance, and i knew this time it would be tenko's weird thing for himiko. i can't believe i'm saying this but i feel a little bad for tenko. a little, at least. i get the feeling i won't be feeling bad for her in the future. for whatever reason, i get the sinking feeling that in a future chapter this obsession with himiko and her jealousy over himiko spending time with angie is going to end with tenko snapping and someone ending up dead

actually why is everyone obsessed with himiko? tenko claims to care for her and wants to support her and believe in her magic, and she definitely wants to get in her pants, and angie also wants to be friends with her and has successfully brainwashed her to her atua cult and convinced her to put on a dangerous magic show. and like, why? himiko is not that cool, she's lame and pathetic. she eats termites on accident, can barely go to the bathroom by herself, and is super fucking lazy and uncooperative. i get that she's afraid/sad and is susceptible to brainwashing (she's not the only one here easily manipulated *cough cough* gonta), that part's understandable and i'll give her a pass, but like what is she bringing to the table? i don't get why all the girlies are obsessed with her. i'm with shuichi on the "how did you survive this long?" train of thought. i'm torn between "tenko you deserve better" and "all 3 of you toxic girlies fucking deserve each other"

definitely my favorite event thus far has been miu and da boyz clowning on kaito in the casino. true teenage bonding experience. (and i mean da boyz literally, all the boys who were alive were present except gonta and keebo, who is only debatably a boy.)

"i guess you can't underestimate luck" you did it, you boiled down the entire character of makoto naegi to one sentence

but fr tho every time someone utters the word "luck," "hope," or "despair" in danganronpa games i feel myself suddenly at FULL attention, like those words aren't there by accident, there's always hidden meaning there. and i am once again wondering at the lore/secret behind this particular game, i still don't know what it is

immediately after this casino event is when i finally spent free time with miu. it was the first time i'd approached her as shuichi and she didn't threaten me. and she was even in the casino when i approached her! where we'd already spent time together clowning on kaito! so it was perfect timing

speaking of miu, she needs to get laid SO bad. maybe she'd chill out. like she acts like she's had a bunch of sex but given how much she talks about it there's no fucking way she's gotten laid, she's absolutely projecting her insecurities. someone nail this girl please it's what she needs and tbh it's what we all need. side note: kiyo telling her to stfu in the casino was fucking hilarious lol

question do the friendship fragments not carry over from kaede to shuichi? i had updated report cards from hanging with gonta, keebo, and maki as kaede, but they're not there anymore. do i not get to keep the friendship fragments that i earned from them?

another question, was i just not allowed to hang out with maki in chapter 2? every time i approached her during free time she fucking threatened me. did i the player do something to lock her out or is that simply not allowed?

bro tenko is gonna fucking lose her mind. i approached her in i think the last free time and she was just muttering himiko's name over and over again, big yikes. and then "my saliva makes injuries heal faster can i spit on you" girl what???

i think tenko needs to move on, perhaps to one of the other girls. miu, perhaps? if they could fuck i think this would solve some problems for both of them

in the bug room, kokichi said something about a "mean" difficulty and not being a coward in the killing game and i felt so called out lol, because i have all the trial action set to be as easy as possible lmaooo

keebo my beloved saved the day in the bug room and got the first major non-verbal victory in the keebo vs. kokichi war. i'm proud of him, but this will definitely not be the last of it

i do wonder what "snafu" kokichi was referring to when he was running around that caused him to be late returning to the bug room. they never addressed that, and i hope they get to it during the trial

bro did kokichi get rabies or something???? right before the magic show, gonta said kokichi wasn't there because in the bug room his mouth bubbled and then he passed out lmaooooooooooo

what were kaito and maki up to this entire time? making out? aside from ryoma, they were the only ones who were absent from both the bug room and the magic show. miu and kirumi weren't in the bug room, and kokichi wasn't at the magic show and left the bug room for a portion of time, but those two were nowhere to be seen for any portion of both events. i need some answers

noooo don't use keebo as a battering ram!!! that's so rude!!! kokichi definitely won that particular battle in the keebo vs. kokichi war, and we are nowhere near over. i want to see where this rivalry goes, 'cause tbh i think it's secretly the most tense one here

bro i hate himiko uuuuuugggghhhhh. "we need you to tell us how your trick worked so we can figure out how the culprit killed ryoma." "i can't tell you, i did it with my magic and that's the only answer you're getting" god shut the fuck up you're annoying and unhelpful and you never listen and you're actively getting in the way i want one of these dudes to punch you

i have some HEAVY suspicions about who i think is the culprit. and tbh i've held these suspicions since before i even played the game, back when i just watched some youtube content up to this murder. i don't know what will happen from this point forward, but if i'm right about who i think did it, i am gonna be SO stoked about it

[annawritesblog]

Matchmaker (m.s.)

Summary: Angie loves walks but also books apparently. Her playfulness results in a matchmaking.

A/N: hey lovelies. Sorry for the long wait, but here’s my second imagine, this time with Mick. It’s missing Mick hours here, so I thought this would be cute. Also, English is not my first language and I do NOT speak German, all the bold texts were translated with google translate, so excuse me if something’s not correct. Enjoy🤍

Today is an exceptionally beautiful day in Switzerland. After days of rain, the beauty of fall is finally showing. The park is covered with leaves and families are spending quality time with each other.

Turning a page in my new book, I inhale the fresh smell of my cappuccino that I couldn't manage to drink in an hour. I'm just so caught up in this book, that I cannot concentrate on anything else. Earlier today, I decided to walk to the nearest park, find a bench and get lost in my book. And that's exactly what I did.

I put my book down and look at my surroundings: happy couples, dogs, trees, babies and older people. Everybody’s chatting and enjoying the last bit of sunshine. The picture is so calming, I could sit here and observe things all day. I wonder if there’s a job like- what the hell?

"Angie, was tast du?" I look down, where I find a dog playing with...my book? When has that fallen out of my lap? I must've been lost in my thoughts again. I should really focus more on what’s happening around me.

"Das tut mir leid." A tall, blonde guy approaches me and takes my book out of what I suppose his dog's mouth. Only if I'd understand what he's saying.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak german." I pause the guy who was still talking to me I guess.

"I-I was just apologising. I'm so sorry, she usually doesn't do things like that. I guess she got excited?" He hands me over my book that's a bit wet, but it salvageable. "I- let me buy you a new one, this one's a bit...damaged."

"No, no. You really don't have to do that. It's completely fine, I actually like it better this way. It's unique." I smile to the very attractive blonde in front of me.

He runs a hand through his short hair and looks to his left, where his dog is, looking all innocent and cute. "Can't be mad at such an angel, right?" He asks while putting the leash on the puppy.

"No, you really can't." I giggle and scratch behind the dog's ear. "What's her name?"

"Angie." He looks at the animal then flashes his blue eyes on me. "And yours? What is your name?"

"Y/n” I answer shyly. "Yours?"

"I'm Mick, nice to meet you." He shakes my hand and instead of feeling uncomfortable, I actually feel chills running up my spine. "Mind if I sit?"

“Not at all.” He sits pretty close to me and the smell of cologne hits me. I take a second to examine Mick: his short blond hair is somewhat messy, but it actually suits him. He has an Under Armour jogging set on, which shows off his massive arms. Before I know it, I’m blushing at the sight of that.

"You have a really pretty accent, Y/n. I like it a lot." Mick looks into my eyes and smiles widely.

"Thank you." Just as he wants to say something,his dog jumps on the bench, just between us. I pet the fluffy animal and coo at her just like a baby. I can feel Mick’s eyes on me, his stare burning holes in my body. God he’s attractive.

“So hey, I really do feel bad about the book. It’s not acceptable.” He says and fumbles with one of his many bracelets.

“It’s totally fine. Now it has a story.” I smile at the blue eyed boy but he just doesn’t let this matter to rest.

“Still, I would like to rebuy that. Or any book really.” Now he seems eager almost. Although, not gonna lie, a book shopping date doesn’t sound half bad.

“Okay, alright. You can buy me a new book.” He smiles at this and nods. The dog between us starts barking so Mick takes her by the leash and stands up.

“I think someone’s hungry.” He pets Angie’s head and the cutie starts to shake her tail. “I think we need to get going, but can I have your number? You know for the book?” He asks and I feel my face turning red.

“Yeah, sure.” I try to act naturally as he hands me his phone and I type in my number. I save the number alongside with my name and hand him back the device.

“Thank you. So, I guess I’ll see you later?” He scratches the back of his neck and I nod. He will see me again for sure. “Well then, have a nice day Y/n.”

“You too, Mick.” I smile as he walks away. The leash however was twister around his feet so he almost fell over.

“Get it together, Mick.”

[she-is-27-i-checked]

9, 13 and 19 for your Rizzoli and Isles thingy ma bob 😘

Angie baby wtf - whenever Maura is talking and Jane's face just goes through 🥹🥲😍🤩🥺. I have seen it in MANY gif sets.

Character for a day - I would be Hope. I would have a Talk with Maura and say... Baby girl....what the fuck is going on with that hot piece of cop ass that follows you around like you hung the moon? And Maura would go "oh we're just BEST FRIENDS doing BEST FRIEND THINGS" and I (Hope) would say "the fuck you are" and show her the Lesbian Master doc. I would then team up with Angela Rizzoli to form a team of unstoppable matchmakers. (And I would hang around and show Angela Rizzoli what she's been missing with men).

Worst parenting - I would say Frank Snr but I don't think what he did actually qualifies as parenting so I'd say he's just "worst absolute dick-cheese". Worst ACT of parenting I would award to Angela for berating her daughter for doing her job and vocation (in a way she never treats her sons!) and then... AND THEN... berating her for quitting that job to do something safer elsewhere. Just absolute selfish nonsense. And then she is appeased by an alternate child moving nearby? Nonsense.

[fluentmoviequoter]

A Lot to Learn

Pairing: Michael Ormewood x fem!reader (tv show characterization)

Summary: After his wife leaves, Ormewood runs into you after not seeing you since high school. He realizes he has a lot to learn about you and french braids.

Warnings: fluff, divorce, Cooper is a matchmaker, r grew up in Atlanta and went to school with Ormewood

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

A/N: I grew up in the deep south and just need to applaud this show for their approach to the setting and the stereotypes. Also, Jake was the perfect choice for Ormewood and the french braid topic in 2x06 was begging me to write this. If there's an audience for this fic, I hope you find it and enjoy it!🤍

Michael Ormewood was destined for bigger and better things than Atlanta. You knew in high school, though you only watched him from a distance. He didn’t know you existed, let alone how much you believed in him and his abilities, even when everyone else doubted he’d do anything more than play sports and get into trouble.

So, when he came back to Georgia after the Army and got married, you were surprised, to say the least. The playboy you once wished to know had settled down, had a few kids, and worked his way to detective at the APD. Whenever you see his name in the papers now, you wish once again to know and love Michael Ormewood.

Spending your morning in the police station isn’t ideal, but when they asked for information about a building near where you work, you agreed to come down and answer any questions you could. While talking to the officer, you don’t notice two detectives walk in behind you. Or one stop in his tracks when he sees you.

“She looks so familiar,” Ormewood mumbles as he watches you.

“What’s in the envelope?” Angie asks.

“Divorce papers.”

“Oh!” Angie exclaims. “Are you, uh, are you going to sign them?”

“Oh, not that kind. These are the congratulations; you’re divorced now papers.”

“Ormewood, I’m so sorry.”

“Do you recognize her?”

“What?”

Ormewood points toward you, and Angie purses her lips before shaking her head. She doesn’t recognize you, but she feels like she's about to get whiplash from Ormewood’s quick change of subject. A text from Will draws Angie’s attention, and she directs a very distracted Ormewood toward the elevator to go to a murder scene.

Just as the doors open, you walk up behind Ormewood and join him and Angie in the elevator. He glances at you repeatedly before Angie sighs and leans against the back wall.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins. “But do we know each other?”

You smile and say, “We went to high school together.”

Your smile disappears and your brows raise when he says your name. There’s no reason he should have ever known who you are, but the fact that he remembers after all these years catches you off guard.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m surprised you remember.”

“Me too,” Angie interjects. “And I didn’t even know you in high school.”

“I was pretty much the same,” Ormewood defends.

“No, you weren’t,” you say softly.

“What do you mean?”

The elevator door opens, and you step out. Leaving Ormewood feels wrong, but you both have lives now, and they are in no way connected.

“It was nice to see you, Ormewood,” you call as you leave.

“You went by Ormewood in high school, didn’t you?” Angie asks excitedly. “Oh, I should’ve guessed that!”

“Why did Mom come and get all of her stuff while we were at school?” Cooper asks. “Did you get divorced? Like Solange’s parents?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Ormewood answers carefully. “But that doesn’t mean we love you or your brother any less.”

“Does it mean you’ll finally learn to French braid my hair?”

Ormewood chuckles at Cooper’s choice of focus but promises that he will learn every hairstyle she wants.

“Let’s master the French braid first,” she decides.

The second time you run into Ormewood, he’s glad that Angie isn’t with him. She’s been teasing him about the encounter in the elevator since it happened. So, when he and Cooper are out shopping, and he sees you walking toward him, he sees another chance.

“Hey,” he says as he gets closer.

“Hi,” you reply happily.

“I heard the information you gave burglary was really helpful.”

You smile at Cooper, but her eyes are laser-focused above your face.

“Your hair is really pretty,” she tells you.

“Thank you! Yours is, too,” you reply.

“Dad’s learning. I’m Cooper.”

You introduce yourself before shifting the shopping basket in your hand to shake hers. “Braids are hard sometimes, but it looks like he’s getting there.”

“Did you do yours?” she asks.

“I did. I learned how to do a lot of braids and other things with my hair when I was a little older than you.”

“My mom can do French braids, but they don’t look like yours.”

At the mention of Cooper’s mom, you remember that you don’t know Ormewood anymore, and this is nothing more than a polite conversation. You do, however, notice that Ormewood doesn’t have a ring on his finger. It doesn’t matter, you remind yourself, because things were never going to be different between you and Ormewood.

“Well, good luck with the braids, Cooper, and it was very nice to meet you,” you offer.

“You too! Dad, I’ll get the cereal,” she says.

When she’s on the other side of you, you meet Ormewood’s eyes and smile.

“She’s great,” you say.

“She has her moments. Listen, thanks for the hair talk. I’m trying but I get lost after the first two seconds,” he replies with a chuckle.

“Just keep practicing. They’re only hard until you learn how to do them right.”

“And if I can’t do that?”

“Fake it. Or find someone who can teach you. It was great seeing you again.”

You disappear around the corner before Ormewood says anything else. Cooper skips back to him with three different kinds of cereal, and he doesn’t complain when she puts them in the cart.

“She’s nice. Are you friends?” she asks.

“I want to be. We went to high school together but haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“You should invite her over for dinner.”

“You think?”

Cooper nods, and Ormewood wonders when she got smarter and more intuitive than him.

“Just don’t kiss until after I go to bed, Dad.”

Ormewood freezes and his eyes widen. He hasn’t considered what exactly he wanted to happen after you got close again - or for the first time, as it seems - but he can’t argue that it doesn’t sound nice.

“What are you watching?” Angie asks over Ormewood’s shoulder.

“French braid tutorial,” he mumbles.

“You can’t learn from a video, you have to do it,” Will interjects.

“And you’re the expert on French braiding, now?” Ormewood retorts.

“I’m better off than you. Angie made me learn to help her get ready in high school.”

“Then teach me, Trent!”

“No.”

“Detective Ormewood,” an officer calls. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

Ormewood leaves the video playing, and Angie and Will begin critiquing the looseness of the braid in the video. He rolls his eyes and hopes that whoever asked to see him has something worth his time.

“I really hope you’re not here to confess a crime,” he jokes when he sees you waiting.

“Not today,” you answer lightly.

“Then… why are you here?”

“Uh, did you text me last night?”

“What? No. I don’t even have your number; not that I don’t want it, but I don’t have it.”

You pass your phone over, and your fingers brush against Ormewood’s as he takes it. He reads the text twice before shaking his head.

“Angie. My partner must have gotten your number from burglary. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I just didn’t think it was from you.”

“Why not?”

“We’re not… we’re really different, Ormewood.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t text you. Coop wanted me to invite you over for dinner, so maybe Angie actually did me a favor.”

“I, uh, I have to get back to work. If you decide to text me again, great, but don’t feel like you have to.”

“Are you rushing you because of Cooper or is something else bothering you?”

“Ormewood…”

“Just tell me. If you don’t want me to text, I won’t.”

“I remember what it’s like to watch you from a distance, and I don’t know if I want to do that again," you admit.

“Ormewood, we caught a break,” Angie calls from the door behind him. She sees your face and shakes her head. “Tell her you’re divorced and let’s go.”

“You’re divorced?” you ask as he says, “That’s what you meant?”

“Someone divorced you?” you rephrase.

“Look, I regret not getting to know you in high school, but- I’ll text you.”

“I’ll text back,” you promise.

The next invitation text comes from Ormewood’s number, but it’s clearly not him. When your phone rings a moment later, you’re not entirely surprised to hear Cooper on the other end of the line.

“Hi, Cooper. Desperate for a French braid, aren’t you?” you ask.

“Please!” she begs.

“Does your dad know you’re inviting me over?”

“He won’t care, I promise.”

“That’s not what I asked, Cooper.”

“Give me the phone, Cooper,” someone says in the background. “This is Special Agent Will Trent with the GBI. The French braid situation is growing violent and you’re an expert. Get down here now.”

He hangs up and asks Cooper, “Can I stop trying now?” as you look at your phone in confusion.

Cooper scrolls through your photos and asks questions about you and your life (including your nonexistent history with her dad) while you braid her hair.

“He’s texting you,” she says suddenly. “Wants to know if you’ll come over for dinner tonight.”

“What do you think?” you hum. “Am I too busy?”

“Maybe,” she answers.

You secure the end of the first braid with an elastic band and ask her to go look in the mirror to make sure she likes it. Her excited squeal is all the approval you need. As she gets comfortable in front of you again, you start the second braid. The door opens, and your hands stop in her hair as Ormewood steps inside.

“That’s why you didn’t answer,” he says with a smile.

“Special Agent Will Trent of the GBI told me I had to come braid her hair,” you explain quietly.

He looks at Cooper, who shrugs and says, “Angie was busy.”

“Thanks for helping,” Ormewood says. “Mind if I watch?”

You move to the right and he sits beside you, watching as you braid slowly. He asks a few questions about how you’re doing it, and you demonstrate as you answer.

“I bet you can do it now that you’ve seen it from the right angle,” you murmur as you secure the second braid.

“You can try tomorrow, Dad, I’m going to Abby’s.”

Cooper rushes out of the front door, and you turn toward Ormewood. He’s already facing you, and it’s impossible to break eye contact in the new proximity.

“So, dinner?” you whisper.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot to learn about you.”

[jaimebluesq]

Reverse Big Bang Sneak Peek

This coming Wednesday is the release date of the MDZS Reverse Big Bang fic I've been working on inspired by artwork from the lovely @angie-s-g - here's a little sneak peek! We will have SangCheng and matchmaking Jiang Yanli, pining and fluff, magical fruit and dramatic escapes, and all in just under 49k XD

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"Er-gongzi?"

Nie Huaisang jumped and spun around in the middle of the corridor, an excuse already on the tip of his tongue for having missed saber practice. "It's not my fault, Zonghui!" he cried, putting on his most pitiful face. "Huang-guniang in the kitchens was having such an awful day, with her little one sick and her husband away on that night hunt in the West, and at first she just asked me to carry something for her, but the seamstress arrived with Da-ge's formal robes for the Jin wedding, and you and I both know getting Da-ge to show up to a fitting is worse than fighting a water ghoul, so I had to get disciple Liu from the grounds because he's roughly Da-ge's size, and after we finally got the robes fitted-"

"Er-gongzi," Nie Zonghui repeated, lifting his hand to offer something to Nie Huaisang. "A letter came for you in the mail."

"…Ah." He carefully took the letter and opened it, and the moment he saw who it was from, he grinned so wide his cheeks began to hurt. His eyes took but moments to absorb the words on the page. "Ah! This is most important, Zonghui. It seems my presence is needed in a diplomatic capacity."

"Is that so?" Nie Zonghui lifted a skeptical eyebrow.

Nie Huaisang nodded enthusiastically. "Jiang-guniang has invited me to spend the time before the wedding in Yunmeng and assist her and Jiang-zongzhu with preparations. With such a momentous event before us, a union between sects through the loving bonds of marriage, how could I ever refuse an invitation to deepen the relationship between Yunmeng and Qinghe?"

Nie Zonghui nodded, though Nie Huaisang thought it looked almost reluctant. "If that's the case, then we should inform Nie-zongzhu immediately."

"Excellent idea!" Nie Huaisang tapped his cousin on the chest with the closed letter, then led the way down the corridor. "Did Da-ge take San-ge to the West Wing for tea?"

"Yes, though that was some time ago. I would think they would be nearly finished by now."

His mind ran over arguments and plans as they walked. If his brother was particularly resistant, he might have to do something truly distasteful, like promise to attend a saber practice before leaving for Yunmeng; hopefully such a sacrifice would not prove necessary.

They had almost reached the door to the West Wing tearoom when the air was filled with a loud roar. A porcelain teapot came sailing out of the door to smash against the opposite wall a hand's width from Nie Huaisang's nose.

"Da-ge, really, you're being unreasonable," Jin Guangyao's voice chastised from within the chamber.

"Don't you dare pretend that this isn't an outright insult!!!" Nie Mingjue shouted. "Does Jin Guangshan really think I'm so mindless that I won't recognize when he's disrespecting my sect?!"

"I admit this proposal isn't very advantageous to Qinghe Nie," Jin Guangyao replied far more calmly. "But the reason we have diplomacy is to attempt to find a middle ground. If you can find somewhere to compromise, then I can take it to my father-"

"Your father can shove this right up his a-"

Nie Huaisang wasted no time in grabbing Nie Zonghui by the arm and dragging him away. "All right, this may not be a good time to address business with Da-ge."

"But you will address it with him, Nie-er-gongzi."

He waved his hand absently. "Of course I will. But in the meantime, I'll go write a response for Jiang-guniang, and if you see Da-ge is in a better mood, you can come fetch me to give him the news – perhaps wait until after San-ge has left. Is that satisfactory?"

There was a trace of wariness in Nie Zonghui's expression – admittedly well-earned – but after a moment, he nodded. "All right, Er-gongzi. I'll keep an eye out for Lianfang-zun's departure."

Nie Huaisang returned to his bedroom and closed the door behind him, then lowered the bar before locking the door. He rushed over to his desk and pulled out a sheaf of paper to begin a letter – but not one to Jiang Yanli.

Dear Da-ge, by the time you get this I'll be half-way to Yunmeng…

[akwolfgrl]

The matchmakers match

Vivi!”

“Nami!”

Sanji watched as Nami and Vivi embraced as if they hadn't seen each other in years and not a few hours, like long lost loves. Like Odysseus seeing his beloved Penelope after twenty long years. It was sweet, if not a little painful. He yearned for a love like that. They were always like this, Sanji could vividly recall the way Nami mooned after Vivi when she would leave. It was like watching the sun vanish behind the clouds. This was before they even started dating.

Vivi and Nami, along with Usopp and Kaya, were his first matches. All he had to do was give them a nudge in the right direction, but the feeling of helping people find love stuck with him. It wasn't long after he started to work with Eros. He had been doing his own personal practice for only six months and had assumed he'd go down the kitchen witch route like Zeff. He probably could do both if he wanted to.

“Happy Birthday, Sanji,” Vivi parted from her wife to give him a hug.

“Oh thank you so much, Vivi darling,” Sanji happily hugged the blue haired woman back.

“Happy birthday, Sanji!” Usopp cheered, sliping into the both with his soom to be wife.

“Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” Kaya asked him, sweet as always.

“Of course I am, my dear Kaya,” Sanji informed her. “I've been eager to try the Don Angie lasagna for myself, and anytime spent with my lover ladies and dear friends is a good time,”

“What's Zeff making?” Usopp asked.

“No idea, the old geezer wouldn't tell me,” Sanji admitted.

Nami giggled and smikered. “I know what he's making,”

“Oh Nami sweet plase tell me!” Sanji begged and pleaded reaching across the table hands claspsed together. “I'll happily pay any amount you wish me to!”

“Hmm tempting but nope,” Nami patted his head false remorse in her voice. “I'm sorry, Sanji-kun,” Sanji pouted as he sat back up.

Sanji shiged. “Well if Zeff entrusted the secret to a beautiful lady, I must respect it,” If it had been Usopp, he could have pushed further, Luffy would have told him. “Well I'm going to get a drink before Luffy shows up,” Sanji left his group and headed for the bar.

“Sanji!” A familiar voice greeted him as he approached the bra.

“Ace, I didn't know you worked at Ivas place,” Sanji remarked as he slid into an empty stool.

“I just started the last bar shut down after Pops died,” Ace explained, his eyes filled with sadness as he remembered the man that took him under his wing. “Well, I have a new job now, Ivas been great to me! So what can I get the birthday boy?”

“Hmm, surprise me. Oh! By the way, are you and Law still coming tomorrow?” Sanji asked.

“Yup! Law doesn't have any surgeries scheduled for tomorrow, I'll be bringing the alcohol Nami already gave me a list. Law said he'd take care of the gift.” Ace began pouring vairues liquids into a large shaker cup.

“Good to hear. I don't want the bloody rice I made this morning to go to waste, I haven't made it since we broke up,”

“Oh man he's gonna love that, you need to teach me how you make his onigiri one of these days,” Ace poured in ice, topped the cup with another cup and began to shake.

“It's really simple. You just take the normal amount of water and replace half of it with blood. Mix well before adding it to a rice cooker, unless you still don't know how to cook?” Sanji asked, watching Ace strain the liquid into a martini glass.

“Gilty, and here we go! I call this Mr. Prince,” Ace presented the glass with a flourish before topping it with a sugar flower. The drink was a bright blue, it smelled delicious, and Sanji knew it would be strong.

He took a sip. “Mmmm prefect,”

“Yes you are,” Ace told him with a flirty wink.

Sanji rolled his eyes fondly. “Save that for your boyfriend,” Ace laughed at him. There were no hard feelings between him and his ex boyfriends, Sanji had set the two of them up after all. He took a sip of the drink and hummed. “This is wonderful, Ace!”

“I am to please, now tell me about your newest client,”

Sanji happily talked about his newest clients as he drank the cocktail Ace made him.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Any fic ideas you have that you're not sure if you ever are gonna write?

Lots of them! I can list them here.

They are up for grabs for anyone who wants to write it because chances are I never will!

AU where Francesca after her family goes to Italy in S2 stays in the Castillo house (this will affect events in the rest of s2 and s3)

Soy Luna season 3 where mostly everything is the same except that Michel is a girl named Michelle

Esmeralda finding out Germán is Jeremias in S2 and the consequences of that (example, what Jade would do if she knew, if Jeremias would be discovered quicker because of it, etc)

A fic in which Angie is a personal mentor at On Beat and helps different students, also secretly playing matchmaker.

The same thing but with Juliana at Jam and Roller

Dr. Dufre meeting different characters and having to solve their problems in every chapter (I did write something like this once and then deleted it within a month after running out of ideas lmao. But the concept is fun)

An Ámbar and Ramiro fake dating fic (I got this idea 2 years ago when I watched a movie called "Dating Amber" and now I don't even remember much that happened in that movie anymore)

Oneshot of Francesca and Leon going out for a milkshake and talk about Violetta in 3x46 (it happened offscreen!! And I wanna see that scene!!)

AU where Blake is a boarding school and they have boarding school shenanigans

A dcla magical girl au where a group of girls are magical girls sailor moon/precure/w.i.t.c.h/winx/other magical girl style and save their city

Turning Red AU

And I got hundreds more but that is all I remember rn. I can make a part 2 if I come up with more.

[top-shelf-tender]

Hi Husk! I think you're really handsome! And your smile is pretty! And your fur looks really soft and adorable! I asked Angel to pass that message on when you'd turned off Anon asks, but ... let's just say he's a terrible matchmaker.

Send anonymous voices to my muse

“Is that so?” Husk’s brow rose as he looked to Angel for confirmation. “I thought those compliments the other day sounded strange. In any case, thanks for the praise, I guess.”

@angie-long-legs

[redrikki]

Agent Carter Fic Masterpost

Magic Boxes - Howard builds magic boxes and out of them come weapons. (Howard Stark)

Cheer Up, Get Out of Bed - Jack had opened up to Peggy Carter and all he got was this lousy concussion. Tag to 1.06 (Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa)

Take Good Care of Yourself - Post Season 2 finale, three people who visited Jack Thompson in the hospital and one who never made it. (Jack Thompson, Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa, Rose Roberts, Dottie Underwood)

That Swell Liberty Gal Carrying A Torch for You -Angie was sure that skinny Steve had been a real swell guy, but there was no way he’d been good enough for her Peggy. A series of conversations makes her change her mind. (Angie Martinelli, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark)

I’d Even Buy the Wedding Rings - Peggy and Jack must go undercover as a married couple. They just might succeed if they don’t kill each other first. (Peggy Carter, Jack Thompson)

Because Girls Love Girls (The Soulmate City Remix) - There’s something in the water and the next thing Angie knows, she’s waking up with the name Margaret Carter wrapped around her wrist. Remix of Because Girls Love Girls and Boys by Netgirl_y2k. (Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli)

Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree - Three people who thought Peggy Carter and Edwin Jarvis were having an affair and one who knew better (Peggy Carter, Edwin Jarivs, Angie Martinelli, Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa, Ana Jarvis) A Modest Proposal - The mess with Vernon Masters has left Daniel’s office short staffed, but he has some replacements in mind. (Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark)

One Last Kiss (The Final Storm Remix) - You never forget your first kiss with your nemesis. Dottie won’t forget her last either. At Howard Stark’s funeral, she puts a few things in the ground. (Dottie Underwood/Peggy Carter) Remix of After the Storm by The_Wavesinger.

Odds on Favorite - And to think Peggy might never have known about the office betting pool if Daniel hadn’t asked her to dinner. A workplace comedy set between seasons 1 and 2. (Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa, Jack Thompson)

All the World's a Stage - Dottie had cleared out all her belongings except for the dead body under her bed and Angie was starting to wonder if she actually knew anyone as well as she thought she did. She knew she wasn’t the best actress in New York, but she was starting to think she hadn’t even been the best one in the building. (Angie Martinelli, Peggy Carter)

The Only Thing I've Plenty Of - The morning after a blistering row with Howard, Peggy opened her door to find Mr. Jarvis with a jewelry box and a hang-dog expression. Gifts have always been Howard's preferred love language, but sometimes Peggy just wishes he'd learn to apologize like a normal person. (Peggy Carter, Edwin Jarvis)

Catch Me A Catch - Four times Jack failed as a matchmaker and one time he pulled it off. (Jack Thompson, Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa)

[jediknightjameslunagazer23]

"Respectfully speaking, Dr. Chase, While I do appreciate being your student... could you and Ms. Sears perhaps, oh, I don't know, lay off with the kid treatment for once!? I'm 19, ya know! Which practically makes me an adult!"

"Sorry, kid! But after Adel, you're practically the little brother of our family in Caduceus, so the universe has practically decreed that I'd be the demon of messing with you! Besides, surely I can't be THAT bad, right?

"... Oh, suuuuuure, when you're not being a mega moron trying to play matchmaker with me and Ms. Ross or Dr. Stiles and Nurse Thompson, that is!"

"My, My! For someone so quiet most of the time, you really can be a sassy little monster! Who knows, you might be even more of a demon than me someday, my young apprentice!"

"Humph! The day that will happen is when I decide to grow a carpet on my chin like yours!" (NOT.)

So yeah, that's James and Tyler's mentor and student relationship in a nutshell. Don't get me wrong, he and Dr. Chase are very close, but sometimes the Demon Doctor's antics can often test his patience and thus bring out the sassy nature within!

And yes, James does have a second nickname after Lunagazer, being Little Monster due to his once hyperactive nature during his childhood, which Kira being the mischievous little sister she is, blabbed about it to Tyler and Leslie when James told her about it, much to his dismay.

Also decided to give James' design some changes, that being his scrubs are now more muted in colour, reflecting his emotional state, and he has his necklace for his Soothing Choir powers like Derek for his Healing Touch but he choses instead to tuck it under his shirt for reasons, and his hair is tweaked again.

I even decided to give Tyler's UTK bear pin to James instead of the blue one I gave him for the Operation start animation I did, as I'd like to imagine Tyler would give it to him after he becomes his student in the Caduceus Training Program as an intern, sorta to show he's part of the family as Tyler puts it, and you know it acts as a metaphor for the old generation passing the torch onto the new.

As for Tyler and why he looks different, well, I kinda chose to do a headcanon of "What he could have looked like 3 years later in UTK 2, if Atlus didn't decide to only update Derek and Angie's looks."

Tyler mostly keeps the same personality and design as inspired by Aileen's manga, except for the fact his hair is a bit more wavy as well as noticeable differences being he now has a goatee and stubble, as I'd like to think he did that to play up his demon personality, (And not just because he thinks it looks handsome or anything!)

He also gets a new bear pin influenced by his Second Opinion design. Since Tyler's old bear pin started to wear out and feel out of fashion for him, I'd like to think the new one he has was a birthday gift his little sister Amy gave to him as a thank you for being a good doctor, and so when he wears it, he feels as if Amy is always there for him in spirit.

And that's mostly it. I might decide to eventually do some stories revolving around these two when I get to it or feel confident in doing so one day and when I've got it figured out, as Tyler will be important as James' guide during UTK 2 from his and Adel's points of view, but that's for another day.

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Wanted to He Would

For @rebelrayne MERRY CHRISTMAS

Inspired by If He Wanted to He Would by Kylie Morgan

Youcef x MC

Cameron struggled to move past toxic relationships. It was a big flaw, and according to her hypercritical but dramatic best friend, the only one she had. Youcef tried so hard to help her realize why her ex was bad for her. So she knew her ex was a piece of trash. Misogynistic, hypocritical, condescending, arrogant. Selfish, rude, greedy, manipulative. Just a few terms Youcef has used to describe her asshole of an ex.

But he loved her. Right?

Whenever she would get a notification on Instagram that he liked an old picture she had posted, Youcef would shake his head and tell her that just because she was stuck on the past didn’t mean he was.

Her brother would get annoyed when he got messages, usually asking if he’d seen the latest game. Oliver wasn’t that kind of sports fan, and he would never tell Cam he got the messages, afraid she’d take it as a sign he was still attached to her because he talked to her brother.

Whenever she was making progress to move on, Youcef would say it was his duty as her best friend, and he would take her out for the night with Angie and Bruno to celebrate. Those nights always seemed to end with drunk texts from her ex asking how she’s been. Youcef would take her phone and remind her not to read into it. It didn’t mean he wanted her back.

“But he loved me, didn’t he?” Cam had asked him one night, tears spilling over her waterproof make up.

He took a tissue and wiped them up, “If he did, he would have told you, Mon Cher. If he missed you, he would call. Not text you in the dead of night.”

Youcef had been her best friend for years, but when he asked her to visit France with him- to meet his mother she was struck with a deep fear even as she said yes. She didn’t voice that Dylan had never offered even though his mum lived much closer than Youcef’s did. But she was afraid because she desperately wanted his mum to like her, more than she had ever cared that Dylan’s would.

Eventually she had healed enough, thanks to Youcef, that she was able to help others that were stuck.

When she met Jen at the bar she worked at, she reminded the girl that her ex wasn’t Mister Misunderstood. Levi wasn’t the right guy for her, but that was okay and she would find the one that was. And then Jen met Tim, and even though Cameron could tell they were total opposites, they worked well together.

When she met Thabi, it happened to be the girl’s birthday. But instead of celebrating with her friends, she was staring at a happy birthday text she’d gotten from a hot and cold ex. And Cameron reminded her not to waste her wish on him. A few months later, Thabi was head over heels for Cam’s good friend and coworker, James, and Cam winked at him and called herself a matchmaker.

When she met Marisol, the girl was trying to delve into the psyche of a boy that had tried to talk to her behind his girlfriend’s back, like she was hoping to find the hidden secret to make him admit he fell in love with her. Cameron just shook her head, “Don't psychoanalyze him or make it more than what it is.He won't suddenly be the somebody you wish he always was.

If he didn't, then he doesn't. If he wouldn't, then he wasn't.” It was simple advice, advice that her own best friend had repeated to her so many times, and she was finally understanding it.

Youcef had always told her that Dylan set the bar low, but she needed to keep her standards high. And it was something she reminded herself of every day.

But she never told any of her friends the real reason she stayed hung up on her ex for so long. That she was distracting herself from being in love with her best friend.

But could she do when Youcef’s words rang in her ears all the time?

Every time he would be gone for Paris Fashion Week and he’d call her every night he was there and lie about the reason, but she could tell it was because he missed her already.

Every time he would tell her he loved her, in friendly terms, even though it was a word she knew he didn’t throw around lightly.

Every time he got a call from his mum and he would roll his eyes in exasperation, but she could see the fondness in them when he told her that his mum missed her.

Angie and Bruno could tell how Cameron felt, claiming she wasn’t as subtle as she had tried to be. It took them months after she had started distributing Youcef’s wisdom to other list girls to convince her to make a move.

And she could only thing of his own advice.

She was sat on his couch, watching him flip through headshots that his agency needed a decision on- he refused to ask for her opinion after he showed her two that only had different shirt colors and she couldn’t decide which was better. (She maintains to herself that it isn’t her fault he looks good in every color.) Clearing her throat, Cameron tucked her knees up to her chest, “You always said that if you love someone, it doesn’t matter unless you say it. Right? If you love them, you’ll say it?”

She could see the way he tensed and wondered if he already knew what she was going to say and was bracing to reject her, to tell her to leave. He carefully set the photos down, directing his full attention to her, no matter how stiff his body language was, “Yes, Mon Cher. Why?”

“Because…” She took a deep breath, mustering up every ounce of courage her body contained, “Because I love you, Youcef. I always have.”

She would’ve laughed in any other situation at the way his eyes widened and his jaw fell slack before he regained his composure, “Are you certain, Cameron? This could simply be-“

“There’s nothing simple about it,” she huffed a laugh, “If you don’t love me, that’s fine. But I needed to finally tell you, seriously and honestly. I love you.”

His eyes bore into hers, like they were searching for any sign of deception and coming up empty, before he finally let his signature smirk cross his face, “Do you really need to hear me tell you again? Je t’aime, Cameron. I love you.”

Masterlist

[jxrm]

book log - 2018

harry potter and the philosopher's stone by j.k. rowling

the help by kathryn stockett

a wrinkle in time by madeleine l'engle

harry potter and the chamber of secrets by j.k. rowling

amy & roger's epic detour by morgan matson

fire with fire by jenny han

everything i never told you by celeste ng

harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban by j.k. rowling

the miseducation of cameron post by emily m. danforth

lift and separate by marilyn simon rothstein

harry potter and the goblet of fire by j.k. rowling

the leavers by lisa ko

the tao of pooh by benjamin hoff

the one that got away by leigh himes

sharp objects by gillian flynn

harry potter and the order of the phoenix by j.k. rowling

the ocean at the end of the lane by neil gaiman

written in the stars by ish saeed

unqualified by anna faris

columbine by dave cullen

harry potter and the half blood prince by j.k. rowling

without merit by colleen hoover

the art of running in heels by rachel gibson

the hate u give by angie thomas

the woman in the window by a.j. finn

we are okay by nina lacour

before we were yours by lisa wingate

harry potter and the deathly hallows by j.k. rowling

the elizas by sara shepard

this is our story by ashley elston

bad girls with perfect faces by lynn weingarten

fare from the tree by robin benway

truly devious by maureen johnston

the radium girls by kate moore

one day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter by scaachi koul

none of the above by i.w. gregorio

circe by madeline miller

a wrinkle in time: the graphic novel by hope larson

the secret life of bees by sue monk kidd

little monsters by kara thomas

her body and other paries by carmen maria machado

dear martin by nic stone

this side of home by renee watson

the vanishing year by kate moretti

results may vary by bethany chase

the wife between us by greer hendricks

see jane run by hannah jayne

friend request by laura marshall

stiff by mary roach

side effects may vary by julie murphy

dumplin' by julie murphy

carrie by stephen king

the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur

what light by jay asher

a stranger in the house by shari lapena

the outsider by stephen king

a simple favor by darcey bell

the sisters by claire douglas

right behind you by lisa gardner

the favorite sister by jessica knoll

anna by amanda prowse

the murder game by julie apple

the queen of hearts by kimmery martin

the chalk man by c.j. tudor

paper princess by erin watt

pretty ugly by kriker butler

the heartbreak pill by anjanette delgado

rainbirds by clarissa goenawan

broken prince by erin watt

heart berries by terese marie mailhot

twisted palace by erin watt

theo by amanda prowse

burn for burn by jenny han

slammed by colleen hoover

baby teeth by zoje stage

kissing frogs by alisha sevigny

a dance of silver and shadow by melanie cellier

ashes to ashes by jenny han

the program by suzanne young

bring me back by b.a. paris

fractures by catherine mckenzie

the better davis club by jane lotter

#murdertrending by gretchen mcneil

the chanel series books 1-3 by donna joy usher

that's not what happened by kody keplinger

the dead girl's shoes by angela arney

crimes against a book club by kathy cooperman

the lying game by ruth ware

an unwanted guest by shari lapena

when life gives you lululemon by lauren weisberger

matchmaking for beginners by maddie dawson

the good liar by catherine mckenzie

killing katie by b.a. spangler

180 seconds by jessica park

hocus pocus by a.w. jantha

jane doe by victoria helen stone

finding charlie by katie o'rouke

the cheerleaders by kara thomas

the dinner list by rebecca serle

all of this is true by lydia day penaflor

it takes a village to kill your husband by jethro collins

the secrets we keep by a.g. ballard

sometimes i lie by alice feeney

the kiss quotient by helen hoang

then she was gone by lisa jewell

silent fear by lance morcan

all these beautiful strangers by elizabeth klehforth

her pretty face by robyn harding

every note played by lisa genova

sorority by genevieve sly crane

the boy is back by meg cabot

cinderella-ish by joslyn westbrook

silent child by sarah a. denzil

the wedding date by jasmine guillory

sex and the single mom by nancy jo sales

[threelovesinonesummer]

Levi's New Obsession

“Levi they’re waiting, chop chop!” My mother saunters across the room and out the front door down to the beach. I drop my spoon in my cereal and sigh, heaving myself up and off the rusted table chair. My mother and I moved to this beach house 8 months ago so although I’ve never met my neighbour Angie I’ve seen her on the beach and my mother has taken quite a liking to her. Apparently her daughter is here visiting for the summer…yay. I’m not a bad guy and I don’t mean to be rude to people but my ex-girlfriend Laney broke up with me when I moved and I’ve yet to shake whatever funk that put in. Also having my 40 year old mother try to play matchmaker with every girl she sees has gotten pretty annoying. When I was told our family friend Jade was staying with us for a few weeks I was as far from thrilled as humanly possible. She’s a sweet person but I can’t have an hour away from her much less a day. Plus I know she’s had a small crush on me for years but I just can’t see it, she’s like a little sister to me. 

Feeling the warm sand hit my toes makes me forget that there is a two person family awaiting my arrival only 20 feet away. I can’t wait to get this over with and go for a swim, the water is the only alone time I have because Jade hates the beach. Why would you come to a beach house if you hate the beach?  It makes me like her even less. 

“I’m Angie.” The mother holds her hand out to me and I introduce myself to her and her daughter. Angie introduces the girl as Sita and she looks as baffled as I feel but I hope nobody notices. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Not because of how she looks necessarily, but because when she smiles at me one of her eyes squints slightly harder than the other, it’s the gentlest difference that makes her that much more special than everyone else. It sounds harsh but I’m so glad Jade slept in and didn’t come with me to meet Sita. Having this memory to myself and being able to lay eyes on her first seems like a privilege. 

Over the next few weeks I’ve seen her a hand full of times during my mothers “beach bakeouts” which is her nickname for family barbeques with the accompaniment of baked goods. Jade has come along to these so she’s met Sita but it’s hard for me to tell whether or not they like one another. I’ve only seen them have a few conversations but whenever we’re in a group setting I can’t even bring myself to look at Sita. She makes me too nervous, butterflies and whatever other symptoms are sweltered up from being love sick. Usually I keep my eyes on Jade whenever the three of us are together, she’s the safe option, it keeps me from stumbling on my words until I get up the courage to actually talk to Sita on my own. I go to the beach most days to read and swim but Sita’s nowhere to be seen. I wonder if she’s like Jade with her distaste for the sand. But once I force myself out of this cage of nerves I’ll ask her to join me, if she’s even interested.