#she’s just a woman liker there’s no denying

[allgreekbitch]

i could write an ENTIRE ESSAYYYYY on how MAD i am that they didn’t make kara a woman kisser LIKE COME ONNNNNNNNN ITS SOOOOO FRUSTRATINGGGG

[stari-hun]

Ppl need to start writing content with Yoo Sangah having the same level of rage towards kdj that Jung Heewon does. I say this like I’m not also a perpetrator of this but I gotta stop yapping about solely yoohankim with romantic or qpr seasoning. Like yeah JHW is like one bad conversation with Dokja away from cannibalizing him and forcing him to stay forever and stop dying. But I also think YSH is the same cause she too is one bad conversation away from murdering him. And not even bad in a oh kdj pissed them off like no if Kdj in a moment of vulnerability revealed that he has no plans to stop his suicidal ideations and that while he has extreme devotion and love for the characters of TWS, he’s still a person getting through life in a daze. Also the fact that YSH is so similar to kdj too? One of the few characters in orv to not fully crash out for over an arc purely out of responsibility for others. Now that I think about it too she poured pepper into the coffee at kdj and her company. She’s also incredibly smart but she’s also a person who silently deals with injustice towards herself but doesn’t allow it towards others. JHW on the other hand has very hard morals and struggles to deal with conflicts in her morals immediately. They’re both very careful people.

I need to write more on this later but I think they’re very similar people and also very similar to kdj while being the closest people to him. Also the fact that for a time he didn’t consider the characters in orv as true people despite doing everything to help them means that they were some of the only real people to him. Their feelings and trust for kdj weren’t apart of any storyline and in YSH’s case he was learning more about someone who had been next to him the whole time

[thedamnlesbian]

Stupid Valorant pronoun/sexuality hcs that nobody asked for :D

These are headcanons, you don’t have to agree ^^!

(Warning, This is me getting used to the whole layout thing + I hc almost the entire cast as Polyamorous)

Brimstone - He/they - I have no clue what his sexuality would be - This man is a he/they in a “I use he/him but people can use they/them on me” sort of way

Omen - Any pronouns(including neos/xenos) - Polyamorous queer - I feel like Omen wouldn’t really care about what people call them, she has her likes and dislikes, but isn’t really concerned about his gender

Viper - She/it/they - Polyamorous Aroflux Lesbian - Librafeminine - Okay. This might be purely projections but I’m a firm believer that Chamber and Viper are more queer platonic partners than romantic partners, again, I might be projecting as I am aroflux myself but let me have this

Raze - She/they/art/ze/boom - Lesbian - RAZE IS A LESBIAN. NANOBOMB LESBIANS REA

Cypher - He/it - Polyamorous Bisexual - Trans man - This man is a bisexual. There’s no denying it. (+BONUS!!! Nora - She/they - Trans woman - Bisexual - I NEED MORE NORA HCS. AMIR AND NORA T4T FR!!)

Sage - She/they - Polyamorous Lesbian - Sage doesn’t look like a man liker I’m sorry(also might just be me projecting)

Sova - He/it/hush/owl - Polyamorous Gay - Trans man - Right so the neo pronouns are most definitely projections AHA . I love Sova so much he’s such a silly guy (I ship him with almost the entire masc valorant cast I shit you not)

Phoenix - He/they - Polyamorous Bisexual - I. I have no explanation for this. There is no way Phoenix is straight .

Jett - She/they - Polyamorous Pansexual - I ALSO HAVE NO EXPLANATION FOR THIS The entire valorant thing is gay as hell 

Breach - He/it/flair - Queer - Trans masc - This guy’s gender is screaming.

Reyna - It/she/eye - Polyamorous Lesbian - REYNA IS A WOMAN LIKER !!!!!! SHE KISSES WOMAN !!!! I’M SAGE I WOULD KNOW !!!!!!!

Killjoy - they/It/xe/ze/she/bot/bit/robo/robot/nano/sys/com/tech/pix/pixel/exe/dot - Lesbian - Pangender - I’m so getting yelled at for this one . LISTEN. THERE IS NO WAY THE TECH LESBIAN IS CIS. IM SORRY BUT IM NOT SORRY . KJ’S GENDER IS ROBOTS.

Skye - She/they - Ambiamorous either Bi or Pansexual - Skye is so silly, idk if she’s bi or pan, but she swings both ways 

Yoru - He/they/it - Polyamorous Bisexual - When I was first learning the game and didn’t know the names of the characters I called Yoru ‘the bisexual’, and that has been so ingrained into my mind that whenever I panic and can’t speak properly I go “AH THERE’S A BISEXUAL-”

Astra - They/she/star - Lesbian - Listen I know that Galaxsea is great but I love Astra, Skye and Harbour as a gay/bi/lesbian trio, also because I love to think of their dynamic as a siblings

KAY/O - He/It/They/Bot/Toaster - no romance - I feel like he wouldn’t describe himself as aro/ace? Mainly because he doesn’t care. The neo pronouns were given to it by KJ as a joke, but the neos ended up sticking

Chamber - He/it/gold - Polyamorous Pansexual - They guy is so desperate he will try anyone. Honestly the guy just wants to be loved but at the same time is terrified of commitment

Neon - She/they/shock - Pansexual - Neon likes everyone, I don’t make the rules(but I do)

Fade - She/they/dae - Ambiamorous Lesbian(or omni fem lean idk) - Fade kisses Viper all the time fr(Fearbite real)

Harbor - He/it - Polyamorous Gay - HE KISSES MEN !!!!!!! You cannot look at this man and tell me he doesn’t kiss men on a daily basis

Gekko - He/him - Bisexual - This dude swings both ways !! He’s definitely screamed to Reyna about his crushes :3

[eternal-moss]

for the ship bingo: candehya and/or dehyarzad?

Candehya and Dehyarzad respectively:

Analysis time >:]

So, I used to be Dehyarzad’s number one fan. I really like the sort of devotion element to sapphic ships (especially amour courtois in a sapphic context 😎) and that’s kind of what I thought it would be. Dunyarzad cares for Dehya, worrying about her injuries, appreciating her intelligence (Dehya’s logic during the Sabzeruz festival was way smarter than all the other characters) and bravery. And it is obvious that Dehya cares about Dunyarzad, beyond just a contractual obligation. She lets her go against her family’s wishes, supports her emotional well-being and cares for her during her Eleazar flare-ups. 

However I don’t really think it’s a romantic gesture anymore. Because a little after Dunyarzad is well again, Dehya leaves the Homayani household. Dehya cares about Dunyarzad, that much can’t be denied, but her whole life isn’t devoted to her. I think that Dunyarzad may have had a crush on her, considering the way she talks, but I don’t think it’s reciprocated. Dunyarzad just seems to be a woman liker in general, and possibly has a crush on Nilou (I don’t know enough about Nilou to say). The same goes for Dehya, and tends to treat women far more favourably than men.

I think that Candace is where Dehya’s true love lies. Protecting Aaru village doesn’t seem that lucrative a business venture, especially when Candace is already officially the ‘Protector of Aaru village’, and seems entirely to be from a personal motive (read: being gay for Candace). The two are very intimate, and don’t hide being close either, going shopping together, fighting together and just generally spending time together.

Dehya is nomadic, she wants to travel the world and see all of its wonders (as directly stated by herself), but always has a home in Aaru village, in Candace. Candace also relies on Dehya, for extra support in protecting the village, in confiding to someone who sees her as a regular person and not their guardian. I don’t have Dehya and haven’t played her quest, so I’m not sure how much hinting that has, but Candace herself says with a chuckle that ‘life is made easier with Dehya’ and that ‘she’s really quite adorable’.

More about ship dynamics because I love Candehya. They have the sun and moon dynamic, the fire vs water (which is subverted, Dehya is measured and goes to violence as a last resort whereas Candace will not hesitate to strike someone down). Although they are both equally intelligent and strong, Candace takes up administrative and leadership work, while Dehya is a mercenary- so Candace will provide her with lodgings, and Dehya will take her shopping with her merc wages. Candace is so embedded in community that she can’t really escape her responsibilities, and Dehya is somewhat of a lone wolf. They take solace in each other.

Although Genshin’s Sumeru racial representation is inherently problematic on a whole lot of levels, it is definitely nice to see two female darker skinned characters in a healthy and frankly cute relationship with each other, which I can’t really think of in any other video game or much other media.

(Even the English VAs ship it, in among us streams Candace’s VA’s name was ‘Dehya’s gf’ [photo provided for hard evidence])

[harringtonisms]

why is sharing your writing so humiliating... anyways. i started a jemily fic that's a rewrite of cinderella but i never finished it. i did write ab 2.7k words & i do like it and i was cleaning out my drafts so i decided to post it anyway. there are some grammar mistakes (like run on sentences & WAY too many commas bc i never know when to shut up) but i do hope you enjoy this little piece i wrote!!

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Once Upon A Time

Part One (discontinued)

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau X Emily Prentiss (not applicable) Summary: Cinderella’s stepmother didn’t liker her much. Emily’s stepmother didn’t like her either.  Warnings: Lots of Hurt/Little Comfort Word count:  2.7K A/N: I wanna give Emily the biggest hug. 

ONCE UPON A TIME in a grand manor on the outskirts of a small kingdom named Quantico, lived a young girl named Emily, and her parents. Her father was a prominent businessman, and his job called him away for weeks at a time so he could fund their lavish lifestyle. When he was home, however, it was rare to see him far from his daughter. Whether they were running wild in their large garden or making a mess in the kitchen, Emily was practically glued to his hip. Her mother was often sick, and couldn’t run around with them, so when he was gone again on his long trips, or Emily was tuckered out from a long day of playing make-believe and causing trouble around the manor, she’d curl up in her mother’s lap and listen intently as she’d tell her a story and braid her hair. Her stories detailed great accounts of brave warriors battling ferocious beasts, and long-lost princesses finding love, and Emily listened to every word until she fell asleep. 

As the years passed, her father got busier, and her mother grew sicker. She spent most days in bed with her mother, reading to her and holding her hand until she fell asleep. The only time Emily wasn’t by her mother’s side was when the doctors would visit. Eventually, her mother refused the doctors, wanting to spend her last moments with her daughter and not wrapped up in a hospital gown trying experimental medicines. Emily enjoyed the additional time with her mother but not too long after Emily’s thirteenth birthday her mother passed away. 

Her father cut his trip short once he heard the news and rushed to his home. He spent the next few weeks arranging the funeral, the hustle and bustle of vendors and maids making the mansion seem livelier than it was. It was only late at night, when the only people there were Emily and her father that you could hear the soft weeping from Emily’s room. It broke her father’s heart, and he was determined to find Emily a maternal figure to replace the one she’d lost.

 Not long after the funeral did her father return to work, leaving Emily alone in the house with the wait staff and her nanny, Erin. Emily filled her days with her studies and adventures in the garden with her nanny when her father was away. That’s how it was for the next three years, just Emily and Erin, waiting for father to come home. It was during his longest trip away from home that he’d meet Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss and her two daughters, Elle and Kate. He fell for her rather quickly and on his way home from his month-long trip, he married her. 

Sixteen-year-old Emily was out in the yard, gardening with Erin, tending to the pumpkins, when her father had arrived home. She rushed to his carriage, eager to greet him after his long trip, and was shocked to see the three new women in his carriage. Emily watched cautiously as they descended the steps of the carriage, waiting for her father’s explanation. He kneeled near his daughter before sweeping his arm out toward their company, redirecting her attention back to the woman and two girls.

“Sweetheart, meet your new mother, Ambassador Prentiss, well I suppose it’s Lady Prentiss now,” He chuckled and smiled at Lady Prentiss before continuing. “And your sisters. Elle is sixteen and Kate is seventeen.” Emily looked over them quickly and decided they seemed nice. She stuck out her hand to shake. Elle gave Emily a quick once-over. Emily’s hair was jet black and perfectly straight. Despite the fact that she was just gardening, not a strand was out of place, and it framed her face perfectly. Emily had deep, brown eyes, a sweet smile, and a few stray freckles littered on her skin. She stuck her hand out and when no one took her dirt-covered hand she pursed her lips before nodding in understanding. All three of the women had on white silk gloves. They just didn’t want them to get messed up with the dirt on her hand she assumed.

Elle glanced at her sister Kate before looking again at Emily and rolling her eyes. Emily decided to smile at them before introducing herself. Erin had walked over to Emily and stood behind her. 

“I’m Emily. Emily Lauren Reynolds, that’s my full name but Erin and Papa only call me that when I'm in trouble. Otherwise, they just call me Em.” Emily’s hands were crossed over her chest as she spoke. Erin stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

“Lady Prentiss, Ladies Elle and Kate. I’m Erin, the nanny.” She smiled at them before turning to face Emily’s father, choosing to ignore the disgusted look of the women. “It’s nearly time to start dinner, I let the kitchen know you all are here and get Emily cleaned up.”

“That would be great Erin, thank you. Please send Linda out here to show these ladies to their rooms, if you happen to see her.” Her father smiled, then walked to the back of the carriage to pull out the suitcases and wheel them up to the front door. Erin and Emily walked inside the house and Emily went off to wash up, and Erin went to complete her tasks. 

Two hours later, the new family was gathered in the never-before-used dining room. Emily normally ate with her mother and when she passed, she started to eat with the house staff. Emily wore a very simple dress, it was a deep blue with white ruffles around every hem. Her hair was in a low ponytail and on her feet she had a pair of white socks. 

Her father and Lady Prentiss sat at the head of the table, across from each other. Elle and Kate on one side, Emily and Erin (Emily insisted Erin joined them, she was basically family as well.) on the other. They enjoyed a nice meal and Emily got to know her new housemates. She was excited that she’d finally have someone to play with and talk to. Her only confidant was Erin, and Emily was practically boiling over with excitement at the thought of two girls, near her age who she could bond with.

The true colors of her stepmother and sisters weren't revealed until a year later.

It started with being ignored. Her sisters never engaged Emily at all, always running off with each other, hushed whispers and hateful stares were thrown Emily’s way. Lady Prentiss wasn’t any better. She’d braid Kate and Elle’s hair into intricate buns, and encouraged her daughters to try their hand at singing, even going out of her way to pay for an instructor with her husband's money once she learned the girls lacked the skill, and couldn’t hold a note if their life depended on it. However, when Emily asked Lady Prentiss to replicate the beautiful styles she’d do for Elle and Kate, or if she could sit in on their lessons, she’d be sent away with a harsh hand into Erin’s waiting arms. 

One day, the gardener was trimming the bushes and pulling weeds around the house, and as usual, Emily had accompanied him outside singing a lovely tune her mother had taught her so many years ago. They made their way around the house, the gardener humming along to Emily’s song as she danced around him, her melodic voice filling the air around them and flowing into the parlor through the open windows. Lady Prentiss was in there reading when she had heard the beautiful voice. She made her way to the window, shocked and ready to praise who she assumed was one of her daughters. Her face contorted in one of horror when she saw it was her stepdaughter singing. 

“Emily Lauren Reynolds,” Lady Prentiss said, her voice dripping with venom. She narrowed her eyes at the young girl, tension filling the air where her song once was. “You are NOT allowed to sing, ANYMORE!” Emily’s eyebrows knitted up in confusion. 

“I am not allowed to sing in my own home?” She quipped, arms crossed defiantly across her chest.

“Do not challenge me, young lady, I will make your life hell, I promise you that.” Elizabeth Prentiss slammed the windows shut and stormed away. Emily looked over toward the gardener, and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, I’ll show you hell,” Emily muttered, storming off toward the kitchen. Emily was tight with the wait staff, most of them having been there since before she was born and had watched her go from a rambunctious toddler to an even rowdier teenager. So when their sweet Emily asks them to help with her scheme, they agree easily. As much as they loved her, it was nice to not be on the receiving end of one of her practical jokes.

For the next few months, while her father was away, Emily pulled any and every conceivable prank on her mother and sisters, enjoying their shrieks and grunts of frustration, and denying endlessly the accusations claiming her involvement. 

“No stepmother, I didn’t do that.”

“I’m so sorry Kate, I knew how much you liked that necklace.”

“God Elle. My food has never been made like that.”

Emily was allowed to do as she pleased. Lady Prentiss couldn’t complain to her husband. She knew better, Emily was the daughter that the love of his life had given him. There was no lady, married or not, who came before his daughter. 

It had gotten worse when her father passed away. A year into his new marriage, just short of Emily’s 18th birthday, her father’s business partner, Jason Gideon, had knocked on their door. Emily’s heart dropped once she saw him, she already knew what he was about to say to her. Emily had only seen Jason once before, and that was when her mother died. He informed Emily that they were involved in a terrible carriage accident, and her father didn’t make it. Emily had crumpled onto the floor, tears falling freely from her eyes. The older man only offered her a pained smile before riding away, leaving the now orphaned girl to her grief. 

Emily sought out Erin once she composed herself the best she could, stray tears escaping when they could. She found her nanny setting the dining table as her stepfamily made their way to the table. Erin told Emily she should wash up quickly before dinner. When Emily didn’t move, Erin looked up from what she was doing ready to tell Emily more firmly to Get washed up before dinner and quickly. The words die on her lips when she finally looks up at Emily. 

A broken “Erin,” is all Emily can manage before the sobs stuck in her throat came rushing out, and she couldn’t hold her tears back any more. Erin caught Emily in her arms just before she collapsed to the ground, slinking down with her. Erin didn’t even know what happened yet, but she viewed Emily as her daughter, and each sob pained Erin to the very deepest parts of her soul. The older woman raked her hands through her pseudo-daughter’s hair, and rubbed her back gently. She looked up to Lady Prentiss and her daughters. They seemed disinterested in the reason for Emily’s breakdown and had sat at the table as they were served, sympathetic looks from the wait staff thrown her way. The clinking of silverware only stopped when Emily finally spoke.

“Erin, he’s dead. Papa’s dead, there was an accident, Erin, he’s gone,” Emily curled into Erin once again and cried into her shoulder. Erin’s heart dropped when Emily had said that. She looked toward the new head of house and opened her mouth to speak when Lady Prentiss simply raised her hand to silence Erin.

“Emily,” she said slowly. “How did you find out?” Emily steadied her breath and recounted Jason’s very quick visit to her family. She finally detached herself from Erin, glancing at the wet spot staining Erin’s uniform. She mumbled an apology, eyes welling with tears again. Erin shook her head at Emily, she wasn’t upset with her. 

“I’m going to get her washed up. I can get started with funeral preparations if that’s alright with you Lady Prentiss.” She forced her voice to remain steady, and swallowed her tears. She helped Emily up and didn't wait for her response, a maternal arm wrapped around Emily, leading her to the bathroom. 

“Erin,” Lady Prentiss called, just as she was about to disappear around the corner. Erin turned. “It’s Ambassador Prentiss now.” Erin was shocked at the lack of grief from the Ambassador, but just nodded her understanding.

In two weeks time there was a funeral, on Emily’s 18th birthday.  

Ambassador Prentiss played the role of grieving widow perfectly. Emily watched her walk around, accepting condolences and faking tears to gain the sympathy of the crowd. Emily had on a stoic face, ignoring every I’m sorry for your loss, and look of pity that was thrown her way. She sat alone in a corner of the parlor before she snuck away upstairs. She let her sock-covered feet guide her into her father’s room. She reached his dresser and pulled the drawer open. Her fingers dug around until she found what she was looking for. Photographs were very, very expensive, and this was the only one that existed in the manor. She turned the frame over, fingers tracing the intricate gold details as she admired the picture. It was a photo of her mother and father on the day she turned ten. Her mother wasn’t feeling very well that day so they were all piled up in the parent’s bed. Emily, with one parent on either side, all three faces looking at the camera, wide smiles on their faces. A few tears fell from her eyes and splashed on the glass encasing the photo. She tucked the photo under her arm and wiped her eyes. She made her way to her room and placed the photo on her own dresser and tucked herself into bed, allowing sleep to take over her. 

Ambassador Prentiss started changing things, slowly but surely as the weeks passed. She dismissed the wait staff one by one, until the only one left was Erin. She saved Erin for last, waiting until dinner one night to tell Erin that she no longer worked at the Manor. Immediately Emily jumped up in protest. Erin was all she had left. Ambassador Prentiss ignored her tearful pleas and continued to eat her dinner. That night when Erin had to leave Emily ran after her. 

“Erin please don’t go,” She whimpered, eyes lining with unshed tears. 

“Oh sweet girl,” Erin started, her own tears welling. She opened her mouth to offer Emily some encouragement but nothing came out. She simply held her in her arms and kissed her forehead. She rubbed her arm lovingly before turning and walking away. Emily could only watch as tears fell from her face, hand on her mouth to muffle her sobs as she fell to the ground. Ambassador Prentiss came up behind Emily, crouching and placed her hand on Emily’s shoulder. Emily jerked away from her. 

“I hate you,” she spat, glaring at her stepmother. The older woman only smirked at Emily. She place her hand on the side of Emily’s face before grabbing her chin harshly. 

“I promise you Emily Prentiss, you don’t hate me yet.” Emily’s face turned in disgust at the name. 

“That’s not my name.” She said, pulling Ambassador Prentiss’ hand off her face. 

“It is now Emmy. You weren’t 18 when your father died, so everything he owned now belongs to me. That includes you.” 

“My father never treated me as something he owned. I'm a person, not a piece of property.” Ambassador Prentiss only chuckled at Emily’s words. 

“Well your father and I are very different in that regard. To him, you were everything. But to me you are nothing. This past year you spent harassing Elle, Kate, and I? It’s time you learn a lesson. You’ve been served by other people your whole life, it’s time you did some serving. Everything was done for you, now it’s time for you to do everything for someone else. The cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, maintenance. You want to stay in my house, you’ll follow my rules.” Ambassador Prentiss had a wicked smile on her face as she watched the young girl scramble for a rebuttal, fingers pulling a loose thread on her socks.

“I’ll leave then.” Emily stated, wiping her arms. 

“And go where?” Ambassador Prentiss challenged, standing up. Emily had no answer. 

“That’s what I thought. I expect breakfast on the table by 9am Emily.”

[kikis-writing-world]

Hey 👋👋 congrats on your milestone 🎉🎉

I was wondering if I could maybe get a ship with a pedro character?

I can be a quite shy person when I first meet someone but once I feel comfortable with them I can be my true chaotic self with out the fear of scaring them away 😂 I'm the oldest of 3 so I'm usually everyone's go to person and I work in the care sector so I think I would love someone to take care of me, even if it just for a couple hours. I'll deny it to the hilt but I'm a secret romantic and I would swoon at the though of someone writing me a love letter 😍😍😍 I love to read especially thrillers/ horrors and going to see new places. I love quoting and singing along to movies.

I think that's everything 😂😂

Thanks 😊💛

Thanks hun! I was secretly wondering if you were going to send one in when I saw you liking many of the other ones. I’m glad you did! You’re such an avid liker/reblogger of the work you read on here, you deserve a little something. I hope you like what I come up with for you!

I ship you with Marcus Moreno! Both of you work so hard to help other people, so you both understand intimately just what a toll that takes on you. The two of you would take turns caring for each other when you need it. One night he’s going to draw you a bubble bath, pour you some wine, light some candles, and sit next to the tub switching between massaging you, helping to wash you, and just keeping you company, chatting softly about your day. Another night, you’re cooking him his favorite meal, sending Missy to a sleep over at Abuela’s, and giving him a full massage and then some. He’d love sitting next to you in bed each night, both of you reading a bit before going to sleep. And family movie nights? I’m sure there’s always at least one of the 3 of you that are quoting the movie unless it’s a new release.

Okay so I think this might almost be the plot of a Halmark movie I half-watched this Christmas, but I want to put you in a secret Royalty AU. You work in a hospital and there’s an older woman there who was admitted after a bit of a health scare. She’s going to be okay, but they need to keep her for a bit to run some tests and observe her before releasing her.

While she’s there, her son - who admittedly is gorgeous with a killer smile - visits often. He’s very nice to hospital staff, and not in that “I’m being fake nice so we get perks” kind of nice, he just genuinely seems like a decent person. You strike up a conversation a few times with him while you’re able. When you’re with his mother when he’s not around, she’s always boasting about him and talking about what a good man he is. And can you believe he’s single?! She’s not so subtly talking him up to you.

One night when you’re short staffed and he notices everyone is working their asses off, he brings in some food for everyone. Literally, everyone working. You’re flabbergasted and kinda call him out like “what’s the catch?” But honestly he was just trying to do a good deed. His mother is so important to him, and he knows how much you’re all taking care of her, and the other patients.

About a week of this and his mother is ready to be released. You’re happy for her health, but you’re admittedly a little sad you won’t be seeing him around anymore. He’d started to be a bright spot in your dreary days, something to look forward to. You wish her all the best and have a lingering goodbye with him.

You think about him quite a lot in the next few weeks, but try to push it from your mind, try to focus on work. You’re told by the admin that some rich people are coming through to tour the building and possibly donate a large amount of money. You’re kinda annoyed because this is a hospital, not a tourist stop, but you’d be glad if they donate. Little do you expect to see Marcus and his mother walk in.

Turns out she’s the queen of some foreign country that had been on a diplomatic visit when she had her health scare. They’d kept her identity hush-hush on purpose to not worry anyone. Marcus is a freaking prince. They both personally thank you for your wonderful care and your company while she was in the hospital. You try to reply but you’re totally tongue-tied. As Anita and some of her people walk away, Marcus pulls you aside.

He asks if he can have your number. He admits he wanted to ask before they left the hospital, before you knew who he was, but he was talked out of it by advisors. He’d been thinking about you since, and he told himself if he saw you on this visit, he’d ask. He promises that it has nothing to do with the donation, and they’ll still be donating if you refuse. He also explains that it’s no picnic dating a prince, but from what he’s seen about how you handle the stresses of your job, he thinks you’d be up to the task. He’s giving you these big brown puppy dog eyes and how can you refuse.

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