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dani-of-the-cosmos · 4 years ago

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~what bothers the signs~

<3 use your dominant sign, sun, moon, rising, mercury, mars, or venus <3

aries

trump supporters. ants in their bedroom. people who cling onto the past and don’t give them the chance to change. when guys comb their hair too neatly and end up looking awkwardly posh. teenage boys in general. their mom. “because i said so”. fake-humble people (fishing for compliments). when people harshly insult themselves in hopes that someone will say “aww no you’re not!” possessive friends who get mad when they spend time with anyone else.

taurus

when the shower water turns cold because they’ve been in there too long. being told to hurry up. teachers who try too hard to be friends with their students. when astrology posts act like their only personality trait is eating a lot. carelessly flirty people. when people romanticize recklessness. “idk, just because”. when their friends cancel plans at the last minute. flaky people in general. people who change their mind every day. unreliable people who act in unpredictable ways (taureans need to be able to fully trust you). shitty service at a restaurant

gemini

“ok then”. math. passive-aggressive people who remind them of their past mistakes, and force them to re-state their apologies. being left on read. feeling a mix of guilt and indignation when someone isn’t treating them right. being so self-aware that it turns into frantic defensiveness. strict routine. dry texters. “umm i don’t know how to respond to that.” feeling controlled by an outside force or person. relentless creepy men who repeatedly dm them after being told to stop 3 times. slow walkers.

cancer

attention whores. “get over it”. “life isn’t fair.” “tough shit.” people who don’t remember the pain they caused them in the past; who expect them to just move on. people who leave in the middle of a texting conversation. loud, spitty chewing. awkward butt-touching. when people question their motives and intentions (this will make a cancer extremely stressed). when their friends are too busy to make time to listen to them vent. when people try to act “alpha” and make a big deal about themselves. people who are able to switch off their emotions and freeze them out

leo

when someone tells the same story over and over again. pimples. when people don’t point out how particularly hot they look that day. that sickly cold feeling on a cloudy early morning. one-uppers. people who raise their hand in class to read from the textbook and then speak at the speed of a snail. people who act weirded-out when they compliment them. fake baby-voice. when people step on their white shoes. “you have so much potential, if only you’d apply yourself”. repetitive throat clearing. “you’re so annoying”

virgo

feeling like an afterthought. people who don’t practice proper oral hygiene. when people talk too close to their face (if you want a virgo to hate you in .02 seconds, just start whispering directly into their face without having brushed your teeth that morning). when they can’t tell if their crush’s personality is just flirty, or if they’re interested in them back. being sweaty. girls who wear too much perfume. sleeping in the same room as someone who constantly shuffles the blanket around with their legs. “it was a joke, chill”

libra

people who think it’s cute to constantly point out “well this is awkward”. self-proclaimed “brutally honest” people who put on their dating profile that they’re “fluent in sarcasm” (basically unresolved feelings of aggression showcased as a “bad bitch” persona). people who don’t wear deodorant. super loud people who need to make every situation about them. when a person never initiates a conversation, so they have to always do it. the inner conflict of not wanting to put up with people’s toxicity any longer but also not wanting to piss people off by saying anything. online shopping sites that load too slowly

scorpio

straight tiktok. fake people who smile to your face and then shit on you behind your back. people who try to be funny by doing things like tapping them on the shoulder and pretending it wasn’t them, or having an unannounced staring contest. catcalls. people who get super uncomfortable really easily. when someone makes a superficial judgement about them without getting to know them first. self-pitying people who try to guilt them into dating them.

sagittarius

“shhh!” feeling like a nuisance. people who get offended when they curse. people who are overly secretive and protective of their phones. youtuber apology videos. when someone thinks their interests are “cringey”. when someone spoils the end of a movie, book or tv series. when their family leaves balled-up hair on the shower wall. people who don’t take them seriously. old people with superiority complexes. their dysfunctional family dynamic. mockers

capricorn

people who purposefully fart near them and think of it as a joke. april fool’s day. their uncle. fake-deep quotes. edgy posts (like “at the end of the day nothing matters” and other stuff like that). when people invalidate their problems by quoting vague, condescendingly positive philosophies. when they can’t find a misplaced belonging (capricorns FREAK OUT when this happens; it’s intense). waking up late and not having enough time to complete their perfectly crafted routines.

aquarius

people who attach emotions to every little situation. people who don’t straight-up state how they’re feeling, and passive-aggressively expect them to just “get it”. when people guilt them for not hanging out with them every waking second. people who don’t honor their need for independence and individuality. clingy people. close-minded bigots. people who are so self-centered that they’re unable to see the magnitude of others’ suffering. when someone is blissfully unaware of the world. people who complain and wallow in their sadness yet who do nothing to change their situation. people who overreact to trivial things. highly reactive people. judgmental stares.

pisces

“are you seriously crying about that?” coarseness meant to be perceived as “cool”. people who are so sarcastic to the point of it being offensive. when people think of animals as less valuable than people. spiritual superiority (”my beliefs are the only right ones”). perfectionists. timed tests. trying to do push-ups. when someone invalidates their emotions because they’re “not logical”

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thebooknearme · 3 years ago

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The Chosen Twelve by James Breakwell (Book Review + Excerpt) (Blog Tour, Jan 18 - 31)

This is my post during the blog tour for The Chosen Twelve by James Breakwell. The Hunger Games meets Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy in this breathless survival thriller.

This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours and the tour runs from Jan 18 - 31.

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Title: The Chosen Twelve By James Breakwell

Genre: Science Fiction / Thriller

Age category: Adult

Release Date: Jan 18, 2021

Publisher: Rebellion Publishing

Blurb: There are 22 candidates. There are 12 seats.

The last interstellar colony ship is down to its final batch of humans after the robots in charge unhelpfully deleted the rest. But rebooting a species and training them for the arduous task of colonisation isn’t easy – especially when the planet below is filled with monsters, the humans are more interested in asking questions than learning, and the robots are all programmed to kill each other. But the fate of humanity rests on creating a new civilization on the planet below, and there are twelve seats on the lander. Will manipulation or loyalty save the day?

The Hunger Games meets Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy in this breathless survival thriller.

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Excerpt:

GOD LIVED IN the coffee maker on deck four. Only Gamma knew. But Gamma didn’t make it out that way very often because it was a long journey through the outer halls and he always had schoolwork and also the door wanted to kill him.

Gamma eyed the doorway carefully. Sure, it looked wide open. The door was recessed in the frame with all its indicator lights off. A less wary organic might march right through and ask God a question, but Gamma knew better. He remembered.

How long had it been? Four thousand days. No. He had been counting for four thousand days. But there had been many more days before that, indistinct and unchanging, between the day Mu went out the airlock and the day Gamma started keeping track, secretly scratching a metal line below his bunk every night when he went to bed. And it had been even longer since a dishwasher killed Chi, even though Edubot denied it and tried to pretend Chi had never existed at all. Gamma didn’t start counting after Chi died, but he didn’t know he would need to. Gamma was a young and naive eleven-year-old back then. How much time passed between Chi’s death and the day Gamma turned twelve, God only knew.

Four thousand days ago, Gamma was twelve. Today, Gamma was twelve. That’s what Edubot said. But Gamma had taken Calculus IX enough times to know the math didn’t add up. Somebody was lying.

Gamma stuck out his arm and waved it in the doorway. The recessed door didn’t react. The threshold was covered in a layer of dust undisturbed by machine tracks or organic feet. It was possible the door hadn’t closed at all in the last four thousand days. If anything, that just made it more dangerous. The door was patient.

Spenser whirred his brushes apprehensively. Gamma had told him to stay behind, but the small vacuum bot came anyway. It was futile to try to get him to leave Gamma’s side.

“Shhh,” Gamma said.

Spenser repeated his apprehensive whir, but quieter. It didn’t matter. The door knew they were both there, even if it was pretending to be dead. It had a ghost.

Gamma looked back down the abandoned hall. It wasn’t too late to return to the colony ship. If he ran at full speed, he might still make it to class in a few hours, assuming he didn’t cross paths with any other hostile digital life. That was a big “if.” But by some miracle, he had made it this far safely enough. There was no sense in pressing his luck. Better to return to the colony ship and live to take Calculus IX a sixth time.

Gamma took one last look at the door and the coffee machine, then turned and walked away. He dragged his feet a little and did his best to whistle, even though he had never learned how. Spenser pivoted to watch him go. He remained beside the door.

Twenty meters down the hall, Gamma changed direction and sprinted toward the door. He jumped and planted both feet right before the threshold. His balance wavered, his torso leaning forward, both arms windmilling. He regained his balance and fell backward, away from the door. He landed hard on his tailbone.

The door remained inert. It was a cunning foe.

Spenser rolled forward and bumped gently into Gamma.

“I’m fine,” Gamma said. He stood and brushed off his dusty hands against his jumpsuit. Other than his own

foot (and now hand and butt) prints, and Spenser’s narrow tracks beside them, there was no sign of life in the hall. Nothing had been down this way for a very long time. God chose this place for a reason. He liked to be alone.

“Can you hear me?!” Gamma shouted through the open doorway. The coffee maker remained as inactive as the door. God might be all-knowing, but his ears could use some work.

Spenser rolled through the doorway.

“Spenser, no!” Gamma said, but it was too late. Spenser was already on the other side. The door didn’t react. Spenser rolled back and forth through the doorway. He wanted Gamma to follow.

Gamma shook his head. That didn’t prove anything. There were many doors with ghosts that let digitals pass

freely but that snapped at organics they didn’t like. Even this doorway had let Gamma go through for weeks (or had it been months or years?) before it attacked. It almost got Gamma that first time. That hadn’t deterred him. Back then, Gamma had been a young and invincible twelve-year-old. But that was four thousand days ago, back before Mu was blasted out an airlock and everything changed. Now Gamma was an old and cautious twelve-year-old. He knew life didn’t last forever, even if he never grew up.

He turned away from the door and looked back the way he came. He wanted to cry. Crying never solved any problems, but it also didn’t cause any new ones. Sometimes it was the only thing that didn’t make his life actively worse. He knew he shouldn’t be out here. That’s why he had waited so long. His plan had been simple enough at first. After he put 365 scratch marks below his bunk, he would ask Edubot how old he was. And if Gamma were still twelve, he would ask God what was really going on. But 365 scratch marks came and went, and Gamma was still twelve. He decided there was no reason to be hasty. He could wait a little longer. So he put a thousand marks below his bunk, and he was still twelve. Now it was certainly time. Except that he had worked his way back to Calculus VII or VIII for the third time, and that one always gave Gamma trouble. So he decided to wait a little longer. At two thousand days, he would definitely talk to God.

Two thousand days came and went, and Gamma was still twelve and he still didn’t venture out of the central colony ship. If God were there at two thousand days, he would be there at twenty-five hundred. And he was. Or so Gamma assumed because he didn’t actually leave the colony ship to check. But Gamma was still twelve, and something had to be done, so Gamma boldly waited another thousand days. At three thousand days, it was absolutely, positively time to act. Gamma felt guilty that whole day, but in an active self-loathing kind of way that made it seem like he did something, even if that something was just hating himself. Gamma rode that feeling. He would go to see God at thirty-one hundred days. Then thirty-two and thirty-three and thirty-four and thirty-five and thirty-six and thirty-seven and thirty-eight and thirty-nine hundred days. And now, here he stood before the door. He was, after all, a man of action, even if it sometimes took him four thousand days.

Still facing away from the door, Gamma jumped backward across the threshold.

The door slammed closed, barely missing Gamma’s face. The door hit the opposite jam and bounced back, then slammed closed again and again in frustration. Gamma rubbed his nose. The tip had a friction burn.

When the echoes of the door slams finally faded down the empty hall, the door sulkily retreated into its recess in the wall, leaving the doorway open again. Spenser rolled back through to join Gamma.

“I told you,” Gamma said.

Spenser whirred erratically. Gamma wasn’t sure what that one meant, but he let it go. He wasn’t here to argue with a vacuum. He was here to talk to God.

Gamma had long wondered why God lived in a coffee maker. This didn’t seem like a good place to meet a deity. Or a good place to get coffee. And it wasn’t. There was no coffee, of course. None of the dispensers on the base gave out what they were supposed to. No matter what you ordered from the ration stations in the colony ship’s various cafeterias, they always released ration blocks that on good days tasted vaguely like cherry and on bad days tasted vaguely like nothing. Although none of the students had ever had a real cherry, so they just had to trust the machines that this was vaguely what cherries tasted like. Not that a digital would know one way or another since they didn’t have taste buds. It was best to just eat your block of rations and not think too much about what it tasted vaguely like.

“Hello,” Gamma said.

God heard him loud and clear. His small display screen flickered to life.

“I AM G_OD,” the display said.

Gamma didn’t know why there was an extra space between the G and the O, but it seemed like a bad idea

to correct God’s kerning, even if God wasn’t really God at all. He could just be another ghost inhabiting a random piece of equipment on the base, but Gamma didn’t think so. The God of the coffeemaker was different than any ghost Gamma had ever met. For one thing, the coffee maker had never tried to kill him. For another, it had never lied to him. Those were good traits in a coffee maker and a god.

In fact, the only thing God couldn’t do was make coffee. God had many, many coffee options, but all of them just spit out water. Usually, it was room temperature, but if Gamma hit the right combination of choices, it was sometimes lukewarm. That alone made risking death at the door worthwhile. Almost.

But that wasn’t why Gamma was here. Not this time.

“How old am I?” Gamma asked.

At first, the display didn’t respond. Then it began blinking on and off, the words “I AM G_OD,” appearing

and disappearing in long and short bursts. Gamma counted them, deciphering the Morse code in his head. Finally, the display stopped flashing.

“It can’t be,” Gamma said. He put his hands over his mouth. He wasn’t sure about God’s policy on

blasphemy, but he didn’t want to find out.

The display began flashing again, alternating long and slow blinks. It was the same pattern. God’s answer

had not changed, which made sense since God was omniscient and unlikely to make a mistake the first time around.

Gamma stepped back from the coffee machine, his head spinning like Spenser’s brushes. Spenser tried to get Gamma’s attention, but Gamma didn’t hear him. In a daze, Gamma stepped through the doorway. The door slammed shut on his arm, crushing it utterly.

About the Author: James Breakwell is a professional comedy writer and amateur father of four girls, ages ten and under. He is best known for his family humor Twitter account @XplodingUnicorn, which has more than a million followers. He has published three comedy parenting books that explore hot button issues like the benefits of doing as little as possible and the best ways to protect your child from zombie attacks. His fourth book, Prance Like No One’s Watching: A Guided Journal for Exploding Unicorns, teaches kids to find humor in the world around them while also avoiding the undead. The Chosen Twelve will be James' science fiction debut. He lives in Indiana, US.

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gray-is-neutral · 4 years ago

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Supernatural

a fan fiction pt.1

Dean’s pov

I am screwed, pun unintended. Who would have thought that on a raid on a vampire nest, I would be stabbed with a nail. A fucking nail! I’ve survived monster, ghosts, demons, celestial beings, angels, Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. Hell, I’ve taken on former God, Chuck, and a nail made me it’s bitch. Oh my Jack, this is embarrassing.

I couldn’t move. Sam was on the verge of tears. The bleeding was slow. As long as I didn’t move, I wouldn’t bleed out. Shock was settling though, and the pain was horrible, I tried to push it out of my mind as Sam called 911 but it’s hard when you have been pinned to a post with a giant screw

“Don’t move, and try to stay awake,” Sam said. “Try not to move.”

“I won’t,” I said. I didn’t move. I could hardly breathe. I tried to think about anything but the pain. I went to mu happy place before I remembered it wasn’t so happy anymore. I thought of Cas.

Cas. Cas who gave up all of Heaven for me. The man who stuck by me no matter what. The man who made me see things differently. Cas who gave his life up for me, more than once. Cas who said he loved me.

“I love you.” His words haunt my broken heart. I can’t die, not even if I deserve it. No, that would mean that Cas’ sacrifice didn’t matter.

“You changed me Dean,” he had said. He changed me. He gave me something to live for. A reason to wake up. A new image of myself. A me worth loving. And I couldn’t say it back.

Why didn’t I tell him? He told me directly that he didn’t need to hear it to die. Just loving me was enough. Maybe I thought if I didn’t, he wouldn’t leave. He would stay, and we would find another way, together. I couldn’t say it back. How selfish am I? I hoped to break his heart so he would go.

How was I worth loving? Why me? Why did he have to go? Why is it that he can never come back? This isn’t right, and I don’t understand. He’s always came back. Why isn’t he here?

“No!” Sam yelled. “Dean stay awake. Don’t go to sleep; stay with me-”

His attempts were pointless because I was already asleep.

“Hello Dean,” Cas said. I looked up to see him, holding me. “Cas?” I said, tears building up in my eyes, not caring if he sees me cry anymore. “I’ve got to go, Dean.” “No,” I said. “Good bye, Dean.”

“Cas!”

Cas

Please

come back

“Cas.”

“Oh you’re up,” said a young woman. “Where am I?” I asked, head foggy and pain shooting through my stomach. I winced. “The pain medication we gave you should kick in soon,” she said. “Can you tell me what happened?” she asked me. “I don’t remember much,” I lied.

She nodded. “That’s okay, your brother is waiting for you. Do you feel comfortable to be around him?” she asked. “Yeah, Sammy is fine,” I said. She smiled lightly and left the room.

The monitor made the annoying beeping sound. I guess I can’t complain too much. That means I’m still alive.

“Dean!” Sam called as he walked in. “Hey Sam,” I said. “How are you feeling?” he asked me. “Like hell. Where am I?” I asked him. “You’re at the hospital,” he said. “They said there is no sign of infection and it managed to miss all the important stuff. They think that you should be okay to come home in about a week or so.”

“Cas,” I said. “What about him?” he said, sweetly, as though he didn’t want to upset me. “I saw him,” I said. “He was right here,” I said, my head getting heavier.

“The medicine will make him loopy,” said the doctor lady. “I saw him Sammy,” I said as tears rolled down my cheek. “He was right here,” I said. Sam sighed. “No Dean, he’s gone. Remember?” he said, gently. This fueled my frustration.

“He said he loved me!” I yelled. “He can’t just be gone!” “Shhh Mr. Miller,” said the doctor as my body got heavy. “Rest for a while,” she said.

I woke up hours later and pretended I didn’t know what Sam was talking about. He didn’t pressure me either. I would talk to him about it when I was ready. But right now, I wasn’t.

...

I stayed about two weeks in the hospital. The doctor was Dr. Jordan Blake. She was okay. She looked at me all the time like she pitied me. Well, maybe not pitied, more like understood. After my week was over, and I was able to go home, she gave me her personal number. “If it starts to get bad, feel free to call me, and I don’t just mean your injury,” she said. “I don’t sleep much, so feel free to call whenever.” I nodded as she talked to Sam.

I didn’t hear what was said, I just enjoyed the feel of being back in baby, even though I couldn’t be seen driving. It was a familiar feeling. I missed it so much.

We went home and that is where the real Hell began. Recovery fucking sucked. Sam seemed to always keep me busy, fed me health, rabbit food, he’s even tricked me into liking weight lifting.

It keeps me busy, and keep my mind off-

Who am I kidding? All I do still is think about Cas. At first I thought I was the only one who did. Until.

“Dean! I did it! I found a spell!” Sam yelled. I looked at him. “For?” I said. “To save Cas,” he said. My heart stopped. everything happened too fast, and not fast enough. I just wanted Cas. Anxiety crept in. What if he hates me now? How bad has the Empty hurt him?

What if he doesn’t even know who he is anymore? What if I’m too late?

Sam started the spell. No, I thought. No, I don’t care how he is now. He deserves to live. He can hate me. Hell, he can kill me if he wants to. I just have to save him. He deserves a life. Even if it’s not with me.

“Are you ready?” Sam asked me. I nodded as he took a knife and cut a symbol into my arm. That way the Empty wouldn’t know I was there, hopefully.

With that done, he started chanting in a language that has been dead for thousands, maybe millions of years. Instantly, a door appeared in a black bubbling goo.

“Dean,” Sam said. I turned and looked at him. He looked worried, but I was filled with a sudden joy. I nodded at him and dashed into the Empty. “Cas, I know you can hear me, I’m coming. Hold on, I’m coming.”

@rambleoncas

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infinite-hearts-333 · 4 years ago

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Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Before

Part 6- Let me mend you, dear.

Logan was bathing in warmth. It wasn't not normal, his pack normally snuggled up to each other at night, whether they be in human or wolf form. He let out a soft happy rumble as a hand carded through his hair with unbelievable gentleness. Empero? He rumbled, shifting closer. Are the others hunting? I thought I told you to wake me for hunting! When he didn't hear Empero's bark like laughter, he shifted more, now concerned and trying to open his eyes. Empero? Where are you?

"Shhh shh." Said a soothing male voice. "It's okay." The voice was nicely familiar, and he let a soft content growl. Who.... He mumbled. "It's okay Lo, I've got you." Everything clicked together. He was dead. That was Virgil. Logan softly whimpered, tucking closer to the other. "Shhh shhh it's okay, you're okay. I'm here." His body felt so, so, so heavy, his eyelids weighed down from lack of sleep. Normally, he would just wake up, like any other morning, but the difference this morning was that he was with someone. Werewolves can not sleep without another with them. So now that Logan was cuddling someone, his brain would make him sleep for as long as possible.

Virgil shifted him, patches of warmth pressing against his lower back and head, gently, carefully moving him and then,- Logan was dropped back into a world of bliss he nearly started crying. Warmth swallowed his whole form, pressing against his chest and warmth moved in hypnotising patterns down his back. "Oh shit- hey, hey hey hey hey! It's okay, it's okay, don't cry!" Virgil said in a slight panicked voice. Something moved from his back and gently brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tears. "Was that too much? Im so, so, so sorry! Do you want me to move you?"

"N-no!" Logan croaked out, his voice cracking. In his weak state he managed to tighten his grip, forcing his eyes to barely open, taking in the sight of a burry virgil. "P-please... stay.. J-just not use t-to it.." he choked out. Virgil didn't say anything, most likely nodding, since he was slightly shifted once more, before the both of them settled down and stilled. Logan guessed he was laying on top of Virgil, since he was rising and falling with Virgil's breathing. "T-t-thank you...." Logan mumbled. "I-i've been so l-lonely.... S-so tired.... C-can't sleep... w-without.."

"Shhhhhh, shhh it's okay Lo, i'm here now. I'm going to help you. I swear." Virgil said in a soft gentle voice carding a hand through Logan's hair and stroking the other's ears. Logan softly whimpered. "S-s-so tired......" Logan wheezed out. "Then rest, i'm not going anywhere. I'll summon us some food and I'll send Princy and Dad a text, m'kay?" "B-but my w-work-" Virgil made a snorting sound. "But your work nothing, you are resting, full stop. You can't even open your eyes, let alone stand!"

Logan softly huffed, but said nothing curling in closely. Virgil smirked, proud that he won the argument. Logan's ears perked as he picked up a clicking noise from above him. "It's okay." Virgil said softly. "I'm just texting Pat and princy." Logan sluggishly nodded, and let his eyes slip shut and finally, for the first time in three years, Logan fell asleep without a problem.

Virgil stayed by Logan's side, lightly rubbing the others back as he used one hand to messily text the others.

😈EMO BOI😈: yo guys

🐶Pop-Star🐶: Hiya kiddo!

🌟Sir-Sing-a-lot🌟: yes Shirley temple?

😈EMO BOI😈: Specs isn't feeling great. I'm gonna stay with him till he's better k?

🌟Sir-Sing-a-lot🌟: oh~ are you sure that's the only thing dark and stormy knight~? I've seen the faces you make at our nerd~!

🐶Pop-Star🐶:oh no! 😢😢 Should I make him some soup??? 😁

😈EMO BOI😈: Back off princy!!

😈EMO BOI😈: and yer pat that would be great

🐶Pop-Star🐶: Okie dokey!!!

Virgil softly sighed, placing his phone back down and went back cuddling Logan. Logan rumbled happily and Virgil smiled, pressing a small kiss to Logan forehead out of pure impulse, and then blushed furiously and pretended it never happened, laying down properly, cuddling and playing with Logan's ears lovingly.

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~Sorry I haven't been posting lately, life's been ruff, and exams and all that ish. Also, sorry it isn't as long as normal, nor as good as I can do so Yer.... sorry.~

#patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #sander sides #werewolves #Logan angst #Analogical #BPBW #Part 6 #werewolf! Logan

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pandawritespoorly · 5 years ago

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With Time: Pretend Marriage

@aurorastream I didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but here we are!

Author’s Note: Woo!! I asked for prompts, and I got prompts, and then this took forever to get out. Not that I didn't like the prompts, or that I didn't see them, but I really just have terrible timing. Not even an hour after I asked for prompts and everything seemed to go wrong and I had to focus on fixing my online school stuff, and all that stress does not bode well when you're trying to just destress and write cute scenes of the babies being babies! That's all I wanted! And my brain was like 'no, we're screaming internally instead'.

Things are sorted now, and I'm feeling so much better! Everything is back under control and I was able to write this! Quite the turn around, considering I went to bed last night with a stress-induced headache and *this* close to sobbing.

Anyway! This was just the break I needed now that I actually have free time back.

(I didn't quite follow the prompt exactly, because I do want them to have a proper marriage, but I definitely thought it would have been hilarious)

Summary: Claude needs a marriage for a scene.

“Okay, I’m going to need one of you to pretend to be a child emancipated from their parents, and one with nice parent-”

“I’ll be emancipated!” Marinette interrupts Claude.

“We haven’t even started, and the plot twists are already in full swing,” Allegra says.

“Shhh, I just want Adrien to have caring parents.” Marinette pushes him toward her parents.

Tom hugs him. “My son!”

Adrien looks like he may die of happiness.

“Fair enough,” Claude continues, “But we still need you guys to get married-”

Marinette looks at him suspiciously, “Are you just trying to get us married now so we can’t sneak around you for it in a few years?”

Claude narrows their eyes. “Depends. Are you going to try to sneak around me?”

“What they mean,” Felix interrupts, “Is ‘no’, because your parents have not signed their permission for you to be married at this age.”

“This is Claude we’re talking about though.”

“It’s also the French legal system,” Allan adds, “and Claude is a teenage boy.”

Marinette makes a ‘watching you’ gesture to Claude, while Allegra pushes her towards where she’ll be changing into her outfit for her ‘wedding’. He just sticks her tongue out at her.

“Anyways, Allan, as mother of the bride-”

“You bet.”

“You get to give away your daughter, because because. That is the reason.”

“‘Because because’,” Allegra parrots under her breath, rolling her eyes.

They gasp, pretending to faint. Felix catches him and Claude continues, “Ally! Do you have an objection to this union?!”

“I object that I wasn’t consulted on your choice of flowers sooner!” Chloe enters the room, carrying a few bundles of flowers with Sabrina’s help.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one with eyes,” Felix huffs, “The floral arrangements were not at all fitting for such an occasion.”

“I was working with what I had.”

“Well thank goodness that I’m here to upgrade what you had.”

“You’re very much appreciated, Queenie.”

“Also, why can’t me and Allegra get married?” Chloe whines.

Without missing a beat, Allan says, “Because you already would be. Given the pacing of your ship and their ship, come on.”

“Adrinette is a kayak,” Allegra adds, “We’re…”

“A yacht.” Chloe sets her flowers down and leans into her girlfriend's arms.

Sabrina shakes her head. “You people and your romantic relationships.”

“Love you platonically too, Sabrina,” Marinette teases, re-entering the room, now in a white dress.

Sabine sighs happily, putting a hand over her heart. Tom tears up, and she hands him a tissue.

“Maman, Papa, you’re my in-laws, and this isn’t even my real wedding day.”

“Tell that to Adrien,” Claude snickers.

The boy is staring at Marinette, his face bright red and eyes dilated.

“I’d say he does.” Allan laughs.

“In that case, ‘I do’ too,” Marinette giggles.

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Author’s Note: I kind of wanted to make it longer, but couldn't think of how to do it, and I was like 'Panda, stop stressing and just post it, you're fine'.

Panda signing off! Stay safe and wash your hands!

Edit: For those of you wondering about the sandwiches survey results, I have a question! There's approximately 40 responses now. When I posted the responses for the others, there were over 100. Would you like me to wait until there's 100 (I doubt that), wait until there's 50, or just post them sometime tomorrow (it's a bit late tonight).

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years ago

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Love Me Like A Sister ~ pt. 1

A/N: Okay, so this wasn’t requested or anything but it was just an idea that popped in my head. I didn’t much work on it because I’m trying to get rid of my stupid writer’s block where everything I write makes me wanna tear my eyeballs out when I reread it. So, I’m just going to post it...

Sisters. It was definetly the oddest bond between two people. And being twins with the brightest witches in the whole schools was hard to compete with. Hermione was the brains, you were the trouble.

“Come on, sis!” you threw yourself on the sofa where she sat with her friends. “It’s just a party.”

“Party?” Ron furrowed his eyebrows. “Party where?”

“Place that should not be named.” you teased and too the book from your sisters hands and throwing it on the desk. “You never go to these things. They’re fun.”

“I have better things to do than be at a party. Especially if it’s in Slytherin.” she glared at you grabbed her book back.

“Slytherin?” Ginny looked at you with a small glint of dislike.

“Ginny don’t look at me like that.” you pointed finger at her. “I know you guys hate it but it’s- OH FRED! GEORGE! TWINSIES!” you shouted and waved your hand at them.

“What’s up, (y/n)?” Fred grinned as he sat on the arm rest next to you.

“Come with me to the Slytherin partaaay?” you shook your shoulders but they only grimaced.

“Slytherins? Really not popular among them.” said George. “You know...”

“Because of the kss kss.” teased Fred and stood up, walking away.

“Wusses!” you shouted after them and jumped on your feet as well. “Well, I’m not going to miss on good time because you’re all too prideful to... you know...miss on good time.” you winked at them and gave them a hang-loose hand sign.

If anybody only knew how much it changed since that party. Your sister especially.

“Hey, Hemmi.” you wrapped your arms around your sister and sat beside her.

“Oh my God. You reek of alcohol- and what’s with sunglasses.” she took away your sunglasses and saw just how red your eyes truly were. “Look at you! You’re completely drunk!”

“Shhh.” you grabbed the sunglasses and put them on your head. “Yell it through the whole castle grounds, will you.”

“Did you even sleep?” Harry asked as he took a closer look at you.

“No.” you let out a drunked laugh. “One second it’s yesterday and the next- poof- morning.” you continued to giggle and Hermione stood up. She grabbed your arm and lifted you up.

“Come on. You’re going back to our dorms. I’ll tell McGonagall you’re sick.” she sighed and pulled you with her.

“Hey!” you removed your arm from her and glared at her. “I can take care of myself.”

“Oh, really?” she scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah. Really.” you glared back. “Don’t act like you’re my mother.” you knocked her shoulder and walked away.

---

It wasn’t when classes were over and lunch began when you reappeared. You were dressed differently, washed hair and pinned in a tight bun with a few strands fallen from the sides.

“Is that your sister, Hermione?” Ron pointed his finger towards the Ravenclaw table where a pack of students in blue robes stood up and cheered you on. You joined them for lunch. Though you looked showered and tidied, Harry could still see the exhausten in your eyes. God knows he saw them in the mirror way too many times not to notice.

“What?” Ginny looked confused. “I thought she hated Ravenclaws. Too smart for their own good.”

“Nah.” Harry brushed his hand. “She just hated the fact they always pretended to be smarter than us.”

“How do you know that?” Ron asked, furrowing his eyes.

“Yeah. How excatly do you know this?” Hermione watched him more with irritation than confusion as Ron. “You spending time with her.”

“We talk- here and there.” Harry mumbled. “I mean, she is in our house and she is your sister.”

“Well, I suppose that’s true.” Hermione let her guard down again. “It’s just... you don’t know what it’s like with her. Having a sister I mean.”

“I know plenty.” Ron rolled his eyes and deserved an apple at his chest. “Hey!”

“Is this supposed to mean something, Ron!” Ginny grew red but Ron only flushed in his seat.

“Not like that, Ron. Having her for a sister.” she mumbled really quietly. “It’s embarassing.” she said even quieter, making everybody shut up and look at her, than later at you on the Ravenclaw table.

But you weren’t really embarassing. At least from where they were sitting. To Harry you were just laughing with students from another house. You were looking normal, happy.

And as if you felt his eyes on you, you looked his way and caught his eyes. He smiled gently and you returned the smile. You always liked Harry. Not because he was the Chosen One or the Boy Who Lived but because from all Hermione’s friends, he was the nicest and kindest towards you.

“So, what do you say?” one of the Ravenclaws nudged you and you looked up at him.

“What?”

“Party? On the Quidditch field but you can only invite a few. Not your sister though. She’s a tattle tail.”

“She’s cool.” you smiled at them. “Just a bit nerdy.” you continued and nudged him playfully. “But I think I’m done for a party this week. My head is pounding from last night.”

“Come on, (y/n).” he batted his eyelashes at you. “It’s fun.”

“I slept for three hours today. I’m not recharged.”

“You can even bring your sister.” he continued to be persistent.

“Come on, (y/n). There’ll be boys.” another Ravenclaw nudged you a bit, smiling at you with her pearly teeth.

“I think she means there’ll be one out of many boys you would like to see. Me.” the other Ravenclaw boasted.

“In your wildest dreams, Halsey.” you stood up and slung your bag over your shoulder. “Well, at least I should get some sleep if I won’t get it at night.” you did the same hand gesture at them; extending your thumb and your pinky finger while holding the three middle fingers curled. You rotated your hand forwards and backwards, smiling as you left.

---

Every month passed and you started to have more friends than ever. Friends? Could you even call them friends? They just knew you and you knew them. And since that party, you have became some sort of popular, which you enjoyed at the begining but it started to become so tiring. It came with so many privilages but you sacrificed so much because of it.

Oh course, Halsey, who was now your boyfriend, helped you with your studying, which used to be your sister’s job. You had a learning disability, which wasn’t something to be ashamed of, but you were. You didn’t want people to know you couldn’t remember things faster, read faster, think faster. Halsey was kind enough to help you with it. He was patient with you. Honestly, he was the perfect boyfriend. He was charming, funny, kind, patient, positive and popular, just like you. Yet still you haven’t felt you were experiancing love with him. And you wanted to know that feeling more than any. Yes, you cared for Halsey and there were butterflies at the beginning but now it was mostly... not it.

Gryffindors despised you. You were basically the outsider in your own House. Even your roomates didn’t like you anymore, calling you a traitor to their house. It was awful feeling like the Black Sheep.

It was always like that. Even with Hermione. Since the two of you were kids she was always exceeding and you were always behind. It was so irritating being compared to her that it made you act out. A kid who couldn’t keep up with her twin sister. Trying to catch up and never being enough. Always being the burdain in the family.

But she always thought she was smarter than you, thinking she was doing everybody a favor. That’s why you were stuck in this horrible, dusty room from which you could occasionally hear a woman cursing.

“GOD FUCKING JUST SHUT HER UP!” you came down-stairs, seeing as Professor Lupin and Sirius Black tried to cover up the portrait of the old woman.

“Trust us. We tried everythng to shut her up.” Sirius grumbled as he contiued to cover her up but the woman’s eyes darted towards you and she gasped.

“FILTHY MUDBLOODS! IN MY HOUSE-”

“Stupefy!” you shot at her red light but it hadn’t done a thing. She only looked down on her chest where you shot her at and continued to shout.

“HOW DARE YOU-”

“Evanesco!” you shouted and all of a sudden the portrait disappeared.

Sirius and Remus looked at you with shock and kept their mouth agape. “How did you-”

“How did I not think of this?” Sirius cut him off, beaming at you. “I like you already.”

“Thanks but she won’t stay disappeared for long. It’s still a strong charm and dark magic isn’t easy to just- poof.” you snapped your fingers.

“How do you know it’s dark magic?” Remus asked.

“How could you not? It’s a) The Black family- no offense.” you turned to Sirius.

“None taken. I agree with you.”

“And b) The portrait was clearly made in late 1970.” you tried to explain but they only watched at you confused. “That means that the frame if you haven’t noticed from the same decade and if you read anything in history books, there was a family, distant related to the Black family- can’t remember their name at the moment- but they are known for their Dark magic craftwork. You would think, of course, that it could be just a permenant sticking charm but the frame is way too filled with dark magic to use a permanent sticking charm. So, the portrait is stuck in the frame and the frame is stuck on the wall but not because of the charm but because Dark magic. Sorry, Black but you’re underestimating your mother. She was smarter than use a permanent sticking charm. That’s why the blwing up a wall plan didn’t work.” you pointed at the burnt wallpaper up where the magic didn’t work anymore.

“You really are a Granger.” Remus beamed but you only rolled your eyes and left down for breakfast, furthest away from your sister, making that the closest seat next to Harry.

“You’re awake.” Harry smiled. “Where’s the usual sleep-in-late?”

“Awoken by the devil, you could say.” you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “So tired.” you yawned and sat back up-straight, ignoring the ugly glares Ginny, Ron and Mrs. Weasley gave you.

You knew they didn’t like you much. Ginny because you were lways too close to Harry, Ron becasue you kept hanging out with other houses, Slytherin included and Mrs. Weasley, who was always on Ginny’s side.

“I didn’t know you’ll be joining us.” said Mrs. Weasley. “Always sleeping till noon.”

“Well, removing that portrait is taking a lot more time than I thought.” you said casually, grabbing yourself a piece of bread.

“Removing?” Hermione quickly turned to you, furrowing her eyebrwos.

“Well, yeah. I can’t bare her mouth always shouting.” you rolled your eyes.

“Why?” Ginny asked.

“Well, if anything I love more than sleep, it’s definetly a good puzzle.” you winked.

“But it’s a permanent sticking charm.” Hermione kept looking at you with that famous look of hers..

“No. It’s not.” you replied.

“It’s dark magic.” Sirius came into the kitchen with Remus and sat beside you. “She’s a real smartie pants. Figured out the whole thing.” he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, right.” Ginny scoffed, exchanging glances with Hermione and sniggering.

“What is that supposed to mean, Ginny?” you put your bread down and continued to glare.

“It’s just that everybody knows that you- you know... have a learning disability.” Ginny smirked and you felt your whole heart sink down to your stomach. “Your brain can’t- you know- function properly.” she continued while everybody around you just stared, even the boy next to you.

You turned your eyes to Hermione who was looking shamefully away from you. “You told her?!” you stood up and slammed your fist on the table. “That I can’t “function properly” . “ you made air quotes while fat tears rolled down your eyes.

“I only told her that you can’t process things faste-”

“THAT IS NOT YOUR SECRET TO TELL, HERMIONE!” you shouted on the top of your lungs. “Just like it wasn’t to erase mom’s and dad’s memory without even talking to me! I’m not dumb Hermione! And you’re not all smart! You clearly have no idea how to be a sister!” you continued before turning your eyes to Ginny. “And if my brain can’t function properly, like you say, how can I still have better marks then you. Guess, your the one with disfunctional brain. “ you snarled and stormed out from the kitchen. You went up stairs to the room you were staying, grabbed a small rucksack and threw some things in it before grabbing your coat as well and making your way out of this bloody house.

But before you could even reach for the doorknow, strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you away. “Sorry, darling. You can’t do that.”

“LET GO OF ME!” you shouted at the curly haired man, trying to twist your way out of his grip.

“(y/n), I’m sorry!” Hermione cried when she came to your eyesight.

“Sorry is not gonna cut it!”

“I’m your sister!”

“For long as I know. I don’t have a sister.” you were finally freed from his grip, you spit in front of your sister and kicked Sirius Black in the balls. Your hand reached for the door knob and you were already half outside.

“(Y/n)!” Harry’s voice came begging. “Please, don’t do this.”

You turned around with your eyes stuck on his and for a moment there was a genuine thought of doing what he said. One small thought of running to his arms and sob all the sorrown and pain you kept hiding inside.

But that was her family...not yours.

#Hermione Granger #hermione granger imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #ron weasley #ron weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weaslye x reader #fred weasley imagine #george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #golden trio #golden trio era

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gayforheadphonesgirl · 5 years ago

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Falling Back Into You (Chapter 3)

(A/N): I’m back with Chapter 3 of this SingleMom! Alex imagine. I’ve been having writer’s block so it took a bit longer than expected. This is a pretty long ass chapter. Not proofread in any way. Hope you guys like it!

Being the best friend that she is, Kelley quickly made her way to Alex's house after their phone conversation about (Y/N).

Kelley had always seen the pair act differently around each other, even during their younger days in the USWNT.

So she wasn't entirely surprised that Alex was currently pacing around in her own living room while the former Utah Royal looked on amused.

"Maybe you're just really excited to see her after all these years?" Kelley offered, but not exactly believing herself.

She had always thought Alex and (Y/N) would've made a good couple in another life.

They were like, each other's 'one that got away' as far as Kelley was concerned.

"Maybe... but I'm worried about how warm and fuzzy I feel inside when I'm with her. Especially when she's interacting with Mia" Alex exclaimed, running her hands through her hair.

"She's nice, she always makes people feel warm and fuzzy" Kelley said, shrugging her shoulders.

But Alex still looked frantic. Kelley wondered if a person could be too old for gay panic, because it seems like Alex is having it right now.

"Besides, Al. So what if you have a crush on (Y/N)? I'm pretty sure she feels the same way" Kelley said.

Alex blushed furiously at the thought that her feelings might be reciprocated.

"Wh-what makes you say that?" Alex said, sitting down on her couch next to Kelley.

"She picked up your kid from school, she bought you food... twice! That's like the greatest love language of all: FOOD!" Kelley said. Alex manages a laugh at her friend's logic.

"She's like that for everybody" Alex said, not wanting to get any hopes of something more than friendship with (Y/N).

"No, Al. She's got a real soft spot for you and it seemed to trickle down to Mia, too" Kelley said, smiling knowingly at Alex.

"Did you know she played soccer with Mia today? She pretended she was a goal keeper... She was wearing oven mitts for goodness sake! Why did I find that adorable?" Alex said, once again exasperated at her newly surfaced feelings.

Kelley chuckled and placed her arm around Alex's shoulder and pulled her for a side hug.

"You, my friend, are having gay panic. Bi panic, specifically" Kelley said. Alex groaned.

"Really? In my 40s?" Alex said.

"Better late than never, I suppose" Kelley said before bursting into laughter.

"Shhh! Don't wake Mia up!" Alex said, moving to shush Kelley with her hand.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry" Kelley said, stifling her laughter.

"So, are you nervous for Friday?" Kelley asked, leaning back on the couch.

"Very. Plus... I may have invited her over for dinner next week" Alex said, almost whispering the last part.

"You what? Oop. Already planning date night, are we?" Kelley teased. Alex once again blushed madly.

"I-it's not a date. It's just a thank you to her for picking up Mia today" Alex said, covering her reddening face.

"Alright, Al. If you say so" Kelley said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Alex groaned.

"I'm too old for this" Alex said. Kelley laughs and straightens up.

"Well, Al... It's pretty late. I gotta get back to Cassie or I'm sleeping on the couch tonight" Kelley said, moving to stand up. Alex looks at her friend and nods.

"Thanks for coming over. I just... I'm not really used to this feelings thing anymore" Alex admitted. Kelley smiled and gives her a slight push to the head.

"I'm glad for you Al. This will turn out better than you expect, I promise" Kelley said reassuringly. Alex doesn't exactly believe her but hums in agreement anyway.

"Thanks Kell. See you Friday. Bring the whole gang, will you?" Alex said.

"Sure you won't want (Y/N) all to yourself?" Kelley teased as she walked towards the door. Alex throws a pillow in her direction but the former Utah Royal quickly dodged it and stuck her tongue out.

"Goodnight, Kell. Drive safe" Alex said, smiling. Kelley waves before heading out the door.

For the first time today, Alex is left alone with her thoughts and feelings.

She lets herself fall into the couch and sigh.

She was pretty fucked.

---

Friday came too soon for Alex's comfort. She had mixed feelings about today, she was beyond excited, don't get her wrong.

It's just that she was also incredibly nervous about seeing (Y/N) with her realization that she may have feelings for her former teammate.

Her phone dinged with a text from (Y/N).

Hey, what time does Mia get out of school? I promised I'd hang out with her before we all go out for drinks tonight.

Alex couldn't help the smile that graces her features.

We'll be at home at 4pm. Alex typed out her reply.

(Y/N)'s answer was almost immediate.

Great. I'll drop by then. See you later, Al.

The sound of her university soccer players entering the pitch pulled her from her thoughts.

Right, she had work to do. She pushes the thoughts of tonight at the back of her head and started on her day.

---

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was mulling over what to wear in her loft. She wanted to make a good impression, not just on Alex but on all her other friends.

Her watch read 2:30pm. She had about an hour before she needed to leave.

She stared at the pile of clothes she had laid down on her bed. A button up and a jacket would be too formal, but a shirt would be too casual.

She settled for a navy blue mandarin collar button up and black slacks. Just sleek enough to pass off as someone who had their shit together.

Being the basic lesbian that she is, she didn't take long in getting ready and had about 15 minutes to spare.

But a light bulb lit up in her head. Grabbing her wallet and keys, (Y/N) dashed down to her car and pulled out of her driveway.

In record time, (Y/N) found herself in front of her favorite flower store: Freda's floral emporium.

Stepping out of her car, (Y/N) entered the store. She was greeted by the store's owner.

"Why, it's good to see you (Y/N)!" Freda greeted. (Y/N) smiled and headed on over to her.

"Good to see you too, Freda" (Y/N) said, pulling the elderly woman for a hug.

"It's too early for mother's day, isn't it? And it isn't Gloria or Ariel's birthday" Freda said, commenting that (Y/N) only usually came on those occasions.

"Well, it's not for family this time, Freda" (Y/N) said shyly, scratching the back of her neck.

Freda's eyes light up and she almost jumps for joy.

"Oooh! Is it for a special girl?" Freda said, already leaving her post in the counter to help (Y/N) look for the perfect bouquet.

"Sorta, yeah... Damn, Freda. This seems like I'm back in high school again" (Y/N) said, chuckling at how young and aloof she feels at buying a girl she likes flowers.

"Never too late to find love, I tell ya!" Freda said, already picking out her best flowers for her favorite customer.

"She's just a friend though, I doubt she feels the same way" (Y/N) said. Freda abruptly stops what she's doing and stares at (Y/N).

"Oh I think she'll change her mind with these flowers I'm making. Besides, who wouldn't want a piece of you!" Freda retorts. (Y/N) blushes and playfully nudges the older woman.

"What? It's true! Oh if I only had a daughter, I would've set her up with you a long time ago" Freda said, arranging her newly picked flowers for (Y/N).

"You flatter me, Freda" (Y/N) said, laughing at the woman's antics.

"There! Perfect. Any woman would fawn over this!" Freda said, handing (Y/N) a beautiful bouquet with roses and a single sunflower in the middle.

"Wow, this is amazing Freda" (Y/N) said, inspecting the flowers. She gives it a sniff and almost sneezes.

Bad idea, she thought.

"All in a day's work" Freda said smugly. But (Y/N) had one more request.

"Oh Freda, can I get a bouquet of daisies? For her kid?" (Y/N) said, wanting to surprise Mia as well.

If Freda was a bit taken aback at (Y/N)'s love interest having a kid, she did a good job of showing it.

"Ah, don't worry. Freda has got you covered!" She said, scurrying again to pick out daisies.

"Thanks, Freda. You're the best" (Y/N) calls after her, still looking at the bouquet in her hand.

She hoped Alex would like it.

In no time, Freda walks back to the counter with a small daisy bouquet in hand.

"I know I'm the best" Freda said, smiling proudly at (Y/N).

"How much for the two bouquets, Freda?" (Y/N) asked, setting Alex's flowers down to pull out her wallet.

Thumbing through her bills, she pulls out a 50 bill.

"Just 30, the daisies are on the house" Freda said. (Y/N) looks scandalized at the thought of not paying everything she owed.

"I refuse to let you go bankrupt, Freda!" (Y/N) said, pushing the 50 bill.

"I won't. Just promise me you'll get me as the flower supplier for your wedding!" Freda said, handing (Y/N) back a 20.

(Y/N) flushes but takes the change.

"I'll let you know, Freda" (Y/N) said, chuckling. She picks up both bouquets and walks out of the store.

"Thank you, Freda!" (Y/N) calls out.

"You're welcome, kiddo! Get her!" Freda said. (Y/N) smiles and heads on over to her car.

It's already a little bit past four when (Y/N) finds herself at the Morgans' doorstep.

She takes a deep breathe, and knocks on the door with both bouquets in hand.

"Just a minute" Alex called from the other side. (Y/N) shifts in her place, a bit nervous.

Alex opens the door with a smile so bright (Y/N) thought she was going to pass out.

"Hey" Alex said.

"Hey yourself" (Y/N) replied. They momentarily just stare into each other before (Y/N) gets back to her senses.

"I-uh, these are for you!" (Y/N) said, putting the bouquet forward. She doesn't miss the bright red blush that graces Alex's features.

"Wow... this looks amazing (Y/N)" Alex said, taking the bouquet.

"And these, are for Mia" (Y/N) said, showing the simple daisy bouquet. Alex smiles even wider at (Y/N).

Why does she have to be so thoughtful? Is this romantic? Is she trying to be romantic? A flurry of thoughts racing in Alex's head.

"You're so sweet" Alex said. She turns a bit to call for her daughter who was in the living room.

"Mia! Auntie (Y/N) has something for you!" Alex said. Mia quickly jumped up and ran over to the front door.

"For you, m'lady" (Y/N) said, crouching down to Mia's height. The girl takes one look at the flowers and squeals.

Mia takes the flowers and envelopes (Y/N) in a hug.

"Thank you Auntie! They're amazing!" Mia said, running inside to put it in a vase.

"Please be careful with the vases, baby girl. Do not hurt yourself" Alex called after her. She looked back at (Y/N) and invited her in.

"If you keep on giving her stuff, she's gonna be expecting it every time" Alex said, smiling at (Y/N).

"Then I'll do it every time" (Y/N) said grinning back at Alex. Alex felt the blood rush to her face and she hides behind the bouquet.

"I'm... gonna go put this in water. You can join Mia in the living room!" Alex said, before hurrying away from (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked weirdly in the direction where Alex had bolted but shrugged her shoulders.

Alex rushed into the kitchen and got one of the vases kept in the cupboards. She takes a moment to control her heart before putting the bouquet in water.

She places the vase next to Mia's and shoots Kelley a text.

She brought me and Mia flowers, FREAKING FLOWERS KELLEY!

Kelley, who was already on standby next to her phone since Alex had said (Y/N) was already on her way to them was able to see it immediately.

The former Utah Royal lets out an honest to God 'Awwww' while on her way to the bar they'll be meeting at.

She quickly types out her reply.

Ohhhh girl, she's definitely into you!

Kelley's reply does nothing to quell the blush on Alex's face. She groaned and rubbed her hands on her face.

"Okay, Alex. You can handle this. It's just a crush" Alex said to herself quietly.

She was three-time world cup champion, she can definitely survive having feelings for her friend.

Right? Right.

When she walks back in the living room, (Y/N) and Mia are deeply immersed in first-grade math homework, sitting on the carpeted floor.

Mia was chewing on her bottom lip and looking intently at her textbook.

"How about this Auntie, what do I gotta do?" Mia said, (Y/N) looks over to where she's pointing and proceeds to try and teach the girl what she needed to do.

Alex looks affectionately at the pair and silently walks to take a seat in the couch.

(Y/N) looks up at Alex and grins.

"Gays can't do math" (Y/N) mouths. Alex couldn't help but laugh and shake her head.

She pulls out her phone and snapped a photo of the scene before her. She contemplated putting it on social media, but thought better to ask (Y/N) first later.

(Y/N) continued to help Mia with her homework with Alex simply watching them.

She was mesmerized at how natural it looked to see (Y/N) with Mia. Maybe it was her crush talking, she didn't know.

"Mom look! I finished my homework so quick!" Mia said, lifting her textbook for Alex to see.

"That's great, baby. I'm proud of you" Alex said, walking over to sit on Mia's other side.

Anybody could've taken a look at the three of them all huddled up and think that they were a happy family.

"Can we watch soccer now?" Mia said, looking up pleadingly at her mother. Alex smiled and reached for the remote.

She flipped the television to ESPN just in time for an NWSL game. With Mia engrossed in the action, Alex took the opportunity to talk to (Y/N) quietly.

"Look at you and Mia" Alex said, showing (Y/N) the photo she took. (Y/N) turned and beamed at the photo.

"Wow that looks really nice. I love it" (Y/N) said, she takes Alex's hand to pull the phone closer to her.

They both ignore the electricity that they felt when their hands touched.

"Will it be alright if I post it on Instagram?" Alex said. (Y/N) lets go of her hand and she misses the contact immediately.

"Sure, why not" (Y/N) said, smiling. Alex draws back her phone and opens up social media.

"What's your handle? Do you even have Instagram still?" Alex said, already typing out the post.

"Yeah. I'm not a grandma. I just don't use it a lot" (Y/N) said with a laugh.

"Is your handle the same?" Alex said. (Y/N) nods.

Not long after Alex posted the photo, (Y/N)'s phone started ringing with notifications.

"Her new favorite Auntie" Alex's post read.

"I love my new title" (Y/N) said, chuckling. She spotted a comment from Kelley and Allie.

K: Hey no. She cannot dethrone me that fast! A: Well, I'm pretty useless when it comes to homework so she can have that part of the job.

"Oh I forgot to ask, who among the girls are going to make it tonight?" (Y/N) said, scrolling through the comments.

She noticed a few fans commenting about their 'ship' coming alive after all these years.

There isn't a ship when it's unrequited, she thought.

"Kelley, Allie, Krashlyn and Preath all said they would come!" Alex said.

"Nice" (Y/N) said, her excitement of seeing her old teammates bubbling inside of her.

"Some of the younger ones are still busy with the NWSL season so they couldn't make it" Alex said.

"I totally get that" (Y/N) said. The pair was a little bit startled when someone knocked on the door.

Alex looked over her shoulder and stood up.

"Must be the babysitter" Alex said. (Y/N) nods and puts her arm around Mia who was starting to doze off after the game finished.

Alex walked to the front door and opened it.

"Hey, Greta. Thanks for coming " Alex greeted her usual baby sitter. The teen smiled and walked inside.

"Hey, Alex. No problem. Anything for sweet little Mia" Greta said. The pair walked into (Y/N) carrying Mia who was already fast asleep to lie on the couch.

(Y/N) looked at them and put a finger to her mouth to signal them to be quiet.

Alex swore she had never seen anything more adorable. She quietly made her way to Alex and Greta.

"Out like a light. Must've been the math" (Y/N) said, chuckling.

"(Y/N), this is Greta. The best baby sitter in town" Alex said, motioning to the teenage girl next to her.

"Hey Greta. I'm (Y/N)" (Y/N) said, offering her hand to Greta. But the teen just gaped.

"... (Y/N)? As in (Y/N) (L/N), USWNT legend?" Greta said. Alex laughed and linked their arms.

"The one and only" Alex said proudly.

Greta couldn't believe her luck. The number of football players she had met because of her babysitting job with Alex Morgan.

She almost thought it was a scam when a craigslist ad for a babysitter was listed under the soccer star.

(Y/N) laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. Alex looked knowingly at Greta.

"Why don't you take a photo with her?" Alex said, nudging (Y/N).

"Would that be okay?" Greta said hopefully. (Y/N) nodded and smiled.

"Sure. It's kinda funny how you know me" (Y/N) said, moving to her side. Greta gave Alex her phone and squealed.

"You're like one of the greatest of all time" Greta said happily. (Y/N) blushed and swung her arm over the teen's shoulder.

"Thank you, but I'm not" (Y/N) said, chuckling. Alex snapped the photo and handed Greta back her phone.

"She's humble like that" Alex said, grinning at (Y/N).

Greta thanked (Y/N) for the photo and proceeded to look after the sleeping Mia.

"I'll go get ready" Alex said, motioning she'll be going upstairs for a bit. (Y/N) nods and lounges around in the kitchen.

She's busy scrolling through her phone when Alex emerges from the top of the stairs. As if by instinct, (Y/N) looks up and her breath is caught in her throat.

Alex looked stunning in a striped dress that hugged her curves just right (A/N: Just imagine her wearing the dress she has on in her vogue shoot on Instagram. I don't know how to describe it lmao).

"I feel like I should've dressed up more" (Y/N) said, still gawking at the former Orlando forward as she went down the stairs.

"Please. You don't look so bad yourself" Alex said, and with a surge of courage threw a wink at (Y/N)'s direction.

(Y/N) blushed at the comment and followed Alex like a lost puppy as she gave Greta a few more reminders before they went on their way.

"Dinner's in the fridge. Her vitamins are in the usual cupboard and bedtime is at 9:30pm please" Alex said. Greta nodded her head. Mia was still out like a light on the couch.

(Y/N)'s heart warmed as Alex bent down to kiss her daughter goodbye.

"I got us a Lyft so nobody has to be the designated driver" (Y/N) said, grinning at Alex as they made their way outside.

"Smart. What about your car though?" Alex said. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I'll bring it home once I've sobered up enough. Would you mind if I leave it here?" (Y/N) said. Alex's mind raced at the possibilities of (Y/N) having to come by her house after drinks.

"Not at all" Alex said. (Y/N) beamed and offered her arm, Alex smiled and accepted, linking them together.

It didn't take long for the Lyft to arrive and they were off to the bar.

Both women were buzzing with excitement at the thought of reuniting with their friends.

"I wonder if Kelley can still hold her alcohol like she did when we won the World Cup back in 2019" (Y/N) thought aloud. Alex snorted.

"Oh she definitely still can. She's a 21-year-old frat boy stuck in a 40-something's body" Alex said. (Y/N) laughed.

"God I can't wait to see them. I feel bad for not really staying in touch with you guys all these years" (Y/N) said sadly, looking down at her hands.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Life happens. You're here now right?" Alex said, taking (Y/N)'s hand and squeezing it.

(Y/N) offered her a smile and felt infinitely better. They spent the rest of the ride still holding hands.

Neither of them acknowledged the other's disinterest to let go.

The only time (Y/N) finally lets go of Alex's hand is when she has to pay the driver once they arrived.

They thanked the Lyft and went inside the bar. Kelley had immediately spotted them and began waving wildly from her seat.

"Alex! (Y/N)!" Kelley said loudly. The pair whipped their heads in her direction and laughed at the woman.

Still the same Kelley after all these years, (Y/N) thought. They approached Kelley with wide smiles.

Once they were close enough, Kelley attacked (Y/N) with a bear hug.

"How long has it been (Y/N)!!!!" Kelley said, squeezing the living life out of (Y/N).

Alex couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her two friends.

"Nice to see you too, Kell. Now let me go before I pass out" (Y/N) said, chuckling.

"Oop, sorry" Kelley said with a cheesy grin. They take their seats while waiting for the rest of the gang to show up.

They had talked about (Y/N) being intrigued with Mia during her camp that eventually led to her reconnecting with Alex and the rest of the team.

Kelley nodded along like Alex hadn't already gushed about it to her.

It took about 15 minutes before the rest of the gang showed up, Allie had arrived with Preath while Krashlyn came as a couple.

"Still the third wheel, I see?" (Y/N) said to Allie with a smirk. Allie rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, (Y/L/N)" Allie replied. (Y/N) laughed.

The group of friends easily fell into conversation once they were settled down with drinks.

As per usual, Ashlyn was the one documenting the whole thing and posting it on her Instagram stories.

"When I heard about the social work you were doing, I checked it out on the internet. It seems amazing" Christen told (Y/N) with the whole gang nodding their heads in a approval.

"Thank you. That means a lot, from a CEO like you" (Y/N) said with a smile, talking about their successful re-inc company.

"We really missed you, man" Tobin said. She was one of (Y/N)'s closest friends on the team, if not the closest.

"I know. I'm sorry I haven't been able to keep in touch" (Y/N) said shyly. She really felt bad.

Alex reached out for her hand under the table and squeezed again. (Y/N) glanced at her and smiled for the comfort.

"It's fine. We barely realized you weren't there" Ali said jokingly.

"Yeah... who is she? I don't know her" Ashlyn said. The mood lightened with Krashlyn's antics.

"Alright, enough with that emotional shit. It's time for Never Have I Ever!" Kelley said, raising her shot glass filled with tequila.

"Still the college frat boy, are we Kelley?" (Y/N) said, laughing.

"Of course. That's like my brand" Kelley said.

The game started out pretty simple, with most relating to soccer practice when they were still in the USWNT.

Everyone on the table was surprised when Christen took a shot after the Never Have I Ever faked being sick to skip practice.

"What? I'm human too" Christen said defensively. Kelley, Ashlyn and Allie gave her approving looks.

"Let's make this interesting and because I want Preath and Krashlyn to take more shots" Allie said. Clearing her throat.

"Never Have I Ever fallen in love with a teammate" Allie said. She narrowed her eyes at the two couples as they groaned and took shots.

Alex wondered if she should take a shot. Was she in love? It was just a crush right?

But what was surprising to everyone was when (Y/N) slowly took her shot glass and downed it in one go.

"Oh my God?" Allie said, looking at (Y/N) at disbelief. Alex felt a feeling of giddyness and jealousy bubble up inside of her at the same time.

Who did (Y/N) have feelings for? But at the back of her mind, she was really hoping it was her.

"What?" (Y/N) said, a blush creeping up on her face. Alex was also looking at her. She couldn't tell what the other woman was thinking.

Could she see right through me? (Y/N) thought.

"Spill" Ashlyn said. Allie and Ali (lol) nodded in approval.

Tobin and Christen glanced at (Y/N) worriedly, obviously knowing who it was.

"Nope" (Y/N) said, taking another shot.

"No fun!" Allie said, pouting at the other woman.

"Maybe next time" (Y/N) said, risking a glance at Alex's direction. She was playing with her shot glass, seemingly deep in thought.

The game continued on for about 15 minutes more before they grew tired and simply settled on sharing stories.

(Y/N) felt happy that her friends were still all so successful. She missed them so much and really meant it when she said there would be a 'next time'.

Before long, it was deep into the night. With kids waiting on them at home, Krashlyn and Preath excused themselves.

"See ya. Everybody just get a Lyft or an Uber please. Stay safe" Allie told the two couples.

They nodded before saying their goodbyes and heading out.

"Hey. Until what time can Greta watch Mia?" (Y/N) asked the more than tipsy Alex next to her.

The forward was feeling a bit woozy, already leaning her head on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"She can watch her until 10pm I think" Alex said. (Y/N) looked at her watch and it was already past nine.

"It's past nine. Do you want to head back already?" (Y/N) said. Alex checks her phone and nods lazily.

"Alright. I'll get us a Lyft. I still gotta get my car at your place" (Y/N) said. Alex hummed in approval.

She sends a weak glare at Kelley and Allie's way when they wiggle their eyebrows at her while (Y/N) was busy with her phone.

After a few minutes, their Lyft driver had arrived and (Y/N) helped Alex get up.

"It was really nice getting to catch up guys. Let's do this again soon" (Y/N) said, looking at Allie and Kelley.

"Definitely" Allie said. (Y/N) smiled before assisting Alex out.

Alex spared a look at Allie and Kelley before they headed out the door. Her two friends winked at her and gave her a thumbs up.

She laughed and flipped them off. The Lyft ride home was filled with comfortable silence, both of them buzzed enough to just enjoy each other's company.

When they finally arrived, (Y/N) walked with Alex inside. They find Greta waiting in the living room.

"Hey. Mia's already asleep upstairs" Greta said, standing up and gathering her things.

"Thanks, Greta. Sorry we were out a bit late" Alex said, looking apologetically at the teen.

She shrugged and smiled.

"Mia's an angel, it's no problem" Greta said. Alex handed her the payment and she headed out.

"Are you sure you're sober enough to drive?" Alex said, turning her attention to (Y/N).

"I guess so" (Y/N) said. She wasn't drunk, but she definitely wasn't completely sober. Alex scrunched up her brows.

"That's not good enough. Why don't you stay the night?" Alex offered without thinking. They both blushed at the prospect.

"I-i mean, if you want" Alex said. (Y/N) smiled.

"I'd love to" (Y/N) answered. Alex grinned.

"Great. I'll just check on Mia. You can freshen up in the bathroom in my room" Alex said. (Y/N) nodded.

(Y/N) headed to her car to get a spare set of clothes she always kept there for emergencies.

She mentally thanked herself for doing that because she would definitely not look good in Alex's clothes.

Maybe the other way around would work, she thought. The image of Alex wearing her clothes entered her mind and she blushed.

"Great now that's stuck in my head" (Y/N) grumbled to herself.

She went back inside and stopped in her tracks when she realized she didn't know where Alex's room was.

She sighed and pulled out her phone. She really couldn't call out for Alex if Mia was already asleep.

Ok I just realized I don't know which one is your room. (Y/N) typed. She pressed send and waited for a bit before Alex's reply came.

Oh shit yeah, sorry. Second door to the left upstairs. Alex's text read.

(Y/N) made her way up and walked to Alex's room. But the sight of Alex and Mia caught her eye in the room before Alex's.

Mia was fast asleep, hugging a soccer ball plushie with Alex stroking her hair.

(Y/N) smiled to herself and proceeded to enter Alex's room. She helped herself to the bathroom and freshened up.

She was just about finishing up when she heard the door open and close, meaning that Alex was probably already in the room.

(Y/N) walked out with her worn out Portland Thorns jersey and shorts. Alex chuckled at her wardrobe choice.

"What? It was the only thing I had in the car" (Y/N) said defensively. Alex laughed and approached her.

"I think it's cute. It still suits you" Alex said, looking up at (Y/N). The latter swore she could get lost in those blue eyes forever.

"Why thank you" (Y/N) managed with a smile. Alex smiles back and proceeds to side step her way into the bathroom.

"My turn" Alex said, closing the door on (Y/N).

Having nothing to do while waiting for Alex, (Y/N) looked around the room. She noticed Alex's soccer trophies on full display on a shelf next to her study table.

She also took a peek at the framed photos on the wall. Their World Cup victories, including the 2023 one that (Y/N) wasn't a part of, club pictures from Orlando, a few photos of her and Mia.

(Y/N) smiled, looking at Alex's face on the photographs. She swore that smile could light up a whole room.

(Y/N) is brought out of her thoughts when Alex walks out of the bath. (Y/N) looks up at almost passes out then and there.

The former Orlando star is wearing nothing but a tank top and short shorts and she really doesn't want to stare so she avoids looking at Alex in general.

"I-uh, I'm going to head down Al. Good night!" (Y/N) stuttered out, making a beeline for the door.

But Alex grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stop.

"Why?" Alex said, her eyes a bit glassy still because of the alcohol.

"So I could sleep in the couch?" (Y/N) said, almost as a question.

"You could sleep here with me. I mean, the bed's big enough for the both of us" Alex said. (Y/N) was putty in her hands, especially with the tinge of hope she could hear in Alex's request.

"Are you sure, Al? I wouldn't want to intrude on your personal space" (Y/N) said. But Alex is already dragging her to the bed.

"You won't. I promise" Alex said. (Y/N) can feel her heart pounding when they get settled.

She tries to focus on her breathing, it was just Alex. Friends do this all the time right? Right.

"Will you cuddle me?" Alex said. Even in the darkness of the room (Y/N) could see the sparkle in Alex's eyes.

She couldn't really say no to that.

"Okay" (Y/N) said, wrapping her arms around Alex. The latter buries herself in the other woman's arm. Feeling warm at the contact.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)" Alex said, smiling contentedly. If it was the alcohol or (Y/N)'s embrace, she didn't know but she felt the most calm she's ever been in years.

"Goodnight, Al" (Y/N) said, still trying to keep her pounding heart at bay.

To be continued.

#uswnt #uswnt imagines #alex morgan #alex morgan imagines #singlemom!alex #falling back into you

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the beginning of an imperfect romance | STAGES OF LOVE chapter one

pairing: Haechan x Y/N, Jaemin x Y/N

word count: 1.9k

warnings: angst, fluff, love triangle

previous || master list || next || trailer

Y/N: You eventually meet the people you are meant to meet.

𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟾, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟺

“She has improved!” Mark said proudly. They were watching my most recent cover on Youtube. SM decided it was good enough to post it and as usual Mark and Donghyuck were watching it. “What do you mean she was always this good!” this was usual as well Mark and Donghyuck were bickering again. Mark started launching why? No idea he’s weird so it’s okay.

Donghyuck: Scroll down the comments.

Mark: Comments? okay.

Mark: Oh! Oh hey. Oh my god.

Donghyuck: Why? Why? What do they say?

Mark: Jaemin wrote “She's cute I like her.”

Y/N: The person I am meant to meet is Donghyuck.

Donghyuck: *Smile drops* Really?

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟻, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟹

The school bell rings, It's finally lunchtime. “Y/N~” Donghyuck sat in front of me. I couldn't hear him since I was listening to music. I wouldn't call myself a loner it was just that I could find comfort in the music I listened to, the reason I decided to become an SM trainee in the first place. I looked up to see the boy seated in front of me, Haechan or how I like to call him Donghyuck. He's my friend, best friend. “Here I bought you banana milk your favorite.”

“Why?” “Just because *sighs* you've been studying hard.” “Thanks.” Suddenly he started to laugh so out loud, I guess he forget we were in a library “Shhh!” “ Why?!” He never listens, guess that’s what I like so much about him. He’s such a dork.

𝙼𝚊�� 𝟷𝟺, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟺

I was walking home with Donghyuck nothing unusual, him irritating me wasn't unusual either.“Ahh! Donghyuck stop it!” “What did you say?” he started tickling me till it legit started to hurt but regardless of that I was happy, really happy. “Donghyuck stop it!”.

𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟸𝟻, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻

“I guess these two won't stop fighting,” Renjun said with a chuckle. “Stop trying to tickle me you’re annoying!” I started chasing Donghyuck to get my revenge until he stopped me. “Y/N wait, wait.” “Why? What is it?” I asked confused. He was looking at Renjun and Jeno who happened to look at us. ”Maybe, maybe we should pretend to date. These guys won't stop staring at us, lets fool them.” “Lee Donghyuck, you're a genius.” we both started laughing, I mean yeah he was right I mean what can go wrong right?

Y/N: And so we started a fake relationship for fun.

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟼, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻

For Donghyuck’s birthday we decided to surprise him, so we all gathered together in the and starting hiding. The boys were planning on the bring Hyuck to where we were hiding to “ask them how to do a certain dance move”. As soon as Donghyuck and the boys walked in we jumped “Suprise! Happy birthday Donghyuck!” “ah really Woah.Thank you, guys.” His smile was bright It just made me automatically even happier than I already was. I decided to be a little funny and smear frosting all over his face “Y/N~” everyone started laughing. That day I was happy really happy and lucky life couldn’t get any better.

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟶, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻

“Okay and now Y/N will sing a song for everyone! Good luck!” another episode of The Mickey Mouse Club and I was lucky enough to sing a song. The performance went well I was confident so afterward I went back to my seat and sat down. “Jaemin, why are you blushing?” the host suddenly asked, and I couldn’t help but notice that he indeed was blushing. His cheeks were the same color as the dress I was wearing.“Do you perhaps like Y/N?” such a sudden question made me blush as well. “Yes.” I didn’t know that was how Jaemin was feeling about me but, I just brushed it off he was probably joking. Donghyuck was mad no he was furious but why? He didn’t have the right to be, his relationship with you was fake anyway. But he just couldn’t help but feel his heart sink a little bit. If looks could kill Jaemin wouldn’t have been sitting there smiling anymore.

Donghyuck: I was so immature to start a fake relationship. Because I realized that I was truly falling for you.

After the show me, Jaemin and Hyuck were gonna go to rehearse our script for the upcoming episode. “Okay, so let’s start with practicing our script, let’s start from page 56.”

I was clueless, of the looks Hyuck was Jaemin he didn’t notice it as well we were a little too clueless to his liking.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟿, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟼

“No~ pizza is better!” Jeno and Jaemin were seated on a bench during break arguing over food. “Don’t be so basic burgers are much better!” I mean Jeno wasn’t wrong burgers are life. They both started laughing at the weird topic they choose to argue about.” I always had this question in my mind.” Jeno began. “Do you like Y/N?” “Y/N? I do. Should I ask her out?” “Ah, but Donghyuck is gonna be mad.” Jeno pointed out. “We are friends, he'll understand. And they only pretended to date anyways.” “You’re right” Jeno said. He looked like he was in deep thought but they didn’t last long till Jaemin brutally interrupted them. “Come on let’s go to class I don’t want the teacher to scold us again.” he chuckled.

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟼, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟼

“Happy birthday to you~” after we were done singing the happy birthday song to Donghyuck I decided to slice the cake while I was doing that Jaemin decided to ask Donghyuck to have a talk in private with him. “ So, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now” he started, why was he nervous there was nothing to be nervous about other than the fact that he was gonna tell Donghyuck about his feelings for you. “I’ve liked Y/N for a while now and I’ve been planning on to ask her out. I just wanted to ask you if you were okay with it” Donghyuck could have told him that it was okay and that he didn’t even have to ask him about it since you two never really dated anyways, but he knew that if he did there was no going back he would lose you forever and he didn’t know if he really wanted to see the girl he’s been in love with walking hand in hand with his best friend right in front of him. “The thing is I do really like her. And I'm sorry for not knowing how you felt.”

After his talk with Jaemin, he was quiet which was weir considering that t was his birthday, so you decided to go and ask him what is up. “You’ve been so quiet. Why? This isn’t like you.” I really hope he will tell me what is up since his quietness is starting to bother me. “Well the thing is...Jaemin told me he liked you and wanted to ask you out.”And at that moment I got it I wasn’t sure but maybe just maybe Donghyuck liked me back.”Are you done sulking? Even if Jaemin has feelings for me, you know my heart belongs to you.”

His face lighted up he was smiling again, oh that damned smile was gonna be the end of me.

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟼

“Did you finally tell your feelings to Y/N, Donghyuck?” Renjun asked Donghyuck. Renjun, Jeno, Donghyuck and Jaemin were currently in a hotel room laying in bed and talking. “Well, I…” the truth was that even 5 months after he had that conversation with Jaemin he still didn’t confess his feelings for you. “ I didn't-” “You still didn't tell her?!” Jeno interrupted Donghyuck. “ Well I am already her boyfriend without her knowing.” Renjun looked at Donghyuck like he was crazy. “And she's already mine”

Renjun: No but Donghyuck is crazy.

Donghyuck: Okay deal I am gonna tell her soon.

Renjun: Oh, but Y/N deserves so much love!

Donghyuck: Donghyuck is actually scared of asking Y/N to be his girlfriend. Because Donghyuck might get rejected.

Renjun: Donghyuck is just…

Donghyuck: Y/N is super pretty. Y/N is really pretty, everyone easily falls in love because she is that pretty.

Jaemin, poor Jaemin, his friends are helping his other friend to get the girl he is in love with. He just stayed quiet. I mean what was he supposed to say? No Donghyuck don’t confess to the girl you’ve been in love with for years because I like her too? He couldn’t do that, he just couldn’t.

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟶, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽

Donghyuck was playing the piano and I was seated next to him trying to mimic whatever he did with his fingers.“ You’re so good at this!” I said chuckling.“Y/N, I have to ask you something.” “Spit it out.” I laughed.

Donghyuck: I asked her on a date for Valentines day and it happened

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟺, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽

My first Valentines day with Donghyuck, my first Valentines day with anyone! “t’s all on my face! I am going to kill you Lee Donghyuck!” Donghyuck being the dork he is smeared cake all over my face so I smeared cake all over his face its what he deserves! I just felt so happy, just like I always do when I am around Donghyuck. He makes me happy. I don’t where I got the confidence from but I kissed him, I kissed the boy I’ve been in love with for years, and I couldn’t be happier. He did his part so now it’s my turn. “I really…like you a lot. But you already knew that.”

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟺, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

“Well, we finally graduated high school,” Donghyuck said proudly. We were walking around the streets late at night in Seoul after our graduation party. “Can’t believe you made it,” I said jokingly. “Don’t be such a meany!” Donghyuck responded to my diss laughing.” I actually wanna take you somewhere. Come on.” he took my hand and pulled me with him. I didn’t know where he was going but I knew that I was gonna be safe, I am safe with him “Where are we going? I am getting tired~” “Don’t worry we’re almost there.” And after what seemed like ages we got there. Haechan let go of my hand and climbed on the roof.“No way I am coming up there its scary.” “You can trust me.” he was right I could trust him. And just like that, we sat there on the roof as weird as it may sound. I felt at peace with him I mean we didn’t have moments like this anymore since he debuted in NCT. I am happy that he is happy but I do miss him.

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

*To the world we are NCT, hi we are NCT DREAM*

I was seated on the same roof Donghyuck took me on our graduation day, but this time I was alone looking at him through a screen.

Y/N: To see you debuting and getting successful, only makes me proud to see that you're achieving your dream.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟺, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

“Even if we're gonna take different paths, don't forget me.” Donghyuck started.“How can I forget you...”

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

*Hello, I am NCT DREAMs mood maker of the group, Haechan.*

You even started calling yourself Haechan, cute.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟺, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

“...You are the pillar of my life.”

to be continued…

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Inspired by Dream Chasers “Stages of love”

Original writer *Dream Chaser*

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wordsandshawn · 6 years ago

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I’ll take care of you

Shawn and y/n have known each other for years but they aren’t together, but when everything in Y/n’s life is falling apart, Shawn is the one she runs to.

Shawn’s not your person. You try to keep reminding yourself of that. You’re not his, and he’s not yours, at least not really. The last time you spoke to Shawn, it was before he left for LA a few weeks ago, and you got into a fight. It was about something stupid, and you barely remember it, but you’ve barely spoken since. It seems like it’s always a fight with him. There’s always something from keeping you from really being together. The stakes are always too high. There’s always too much going on. It’s never a good time. In a lot of ways, it feels like you’ve both wanted to be together for so long, but there are so many other forces pulling you apart.

Shawn’s gone too much, and you never wanted to do long distance. That’s one of the reasons why you can’t be together, but that doesn’t stop you from basically being together when he’s home, being together, and pretending you’re just friends or fuck buddies. Because at the end of the day, your lives are too different. You’re a college student with a complicated family always keeping you close, and Shawn’s a world famous, Grammy-nominated singer who never stays in one place long, another reason. You fight way too much, yet another reason.

Despite all of that, you still find yourself here because you didn’t know where else to go. Actually, that’s a lie. The truth is you didn’t want to go anywhere else. It’s past ten at night, and you’re standing outside of Shawn’s front door, forcing yourself to breathe so you don’t collapse to the ground in tears right now. You know he’s home because as much as you’ve tried to avoid him, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching his Instagram story earlier today. He posted a picture of the view from his condo earlier this evening. Funny enough, whenever you’re on good terms, he texts you when he’s back in Toronto, and he doesn’t always post upon arriving home. Only when you’re on rocky territory and maybe not really speaking, he’ll post a picture from his condo, knowing you’ll see it and know he’s home.

Right now, you don’t really care about what all that might mean. All you care about is that he’s home, finally. These last few weeks without him have really been hell, and you’ve split your time between being angry at him over the stupid fight and him not being there for you and missing him so much it felt like a part of you was missing too.

It feels like your life is crumbling and you’ve tried so hard for so long to hold everything together. You just don’t know if you can keep going on like this. You try to compose yourself, but soon realize there’s no point, so you pound on the door, not stopping until it swings open revealing Shawn. He’s shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low enough that it would be distracting on any other night, but tonight you don’t even look twice at his body. His eyebrows knit together when he sees your face. Just one glance, and he knows you’re about to fall apart.

You don’t give him a chance to talk, only because you can’t contain yourself any longer. “I didn’t get my internship, my whole family is fighting, and they think I’m supposed to fix it, so they keep coming to me, yelling about everyone else, thinking I will make it better, but I can’t. I can’t fix it. I can’t fix them. I can’t fix anything. I’m tired of all the fighting.” You pause to breathe, reaching up to your face and wiping some tears away. Shawn reaches out and pulls you towards him. You let yourself be held by him, your breaths come out quick and short.

He still hasn’t said anything yet, but you have more to say. “My brother moved out, I don’t even know where he is, and I have exams coming up, but I haven’t even started studying with everything else going on.” You start sobbing, the weight of everything becoming too much.

It feels like you’re dealing with all of this on your own, and you have been for so long. You’re not really sure exactly how you ended up on Shawn’s doorstep, but you know that you just can’t do this on your own anymore. This is the first time you’ve said everything out loud. This is the first time you’ve let yourself feel it all at once and be so vulnerable and honest with yourself. You’ve completely let all your walls down in front of Shawn, something you’ve never done before. His arms are strong and unwavering around you. At this point, he’s practically holding you up as you cry.

“Shhh, y/n. I’m here. I got you.” He soothes you, and with the feeling of his arms securely around you, you’re starting to believe him, just a little. He gently helps you into his apartment, so you’re no longer sobbing in the hallway. He closes the door behind you. “Hey, you gotta breathe.” He says after a moment. You’re really trying to, but everything feels like it’s come crashing down on you, and you start to realize how difficult these past few weeks really have been.

“I–I’m s-sorr--ry,” You say in between sobbing and gasping for air. You’ve never shown up to Shawn’s condo like this, and you’re suddenly embarrassed. He’s not your boyfriend. It’s not his job to deal with you when you’re falling apart. He never asked for this. He never agreed to this.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He says before pausing and whispering. “I’m glad you came to me.”

Shawn sits down on the couch, pulling you down on his lap. You bury your face against his bare chest, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. He rests his chin on the top of your head, gently brushing your hair from your tearstained cheeks.

He holds you as you sob quietly. He doesn’t complain when you start moving around on his lap to find a more comfortable position. Instead, he just waits patiently until you stop moving, then he wraps his arms around you again, kissing your forehead softly.

You’re glad he hasn’t asked all questions you know you don’t feel up to answering right now. You were exhausted before you got here, and now, after all this crying, you’re feeling completely drained.

His arms feel like safety around you. For the first time in weeks, you start to relax a little bit. You can feel his chest rise and fall against your body as he inhales and exhales. He’s rubbing your back softly with the hand that isn’t holding you steady in his lap. As your eyes fall closed, you use those consistent movements to help you relax and forget reality.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but you realize it has been a while. You open your eyes, suddenly aware of everything. Shawn is startled as you jump out of his lap, and you realize he was almost asleep too. You fumble around, looking for your phone. When you find it, you’re not surprised to see a ton of messages from your family, wondering where you are and when you’re coming home, informing you of the latest arguments going on in the household. You’re the middle child of many, and by default and personality, the mediator.

Even just glancing at the messages makes you feel stressed all over again, almost like the last hour with Shawn didn’t even happen. You take a deep breath, scrolling through the messages. Its already past eleven, and your parents prefer for you to be home by midnight on weeknights. You’re twenty, so you don’t have a curfew anymore, but its unspoken that they don’t like you staying out late on weeknights.

Shawn sits up straighter on the couch, blinking the sleep from his eyes and watching you standing and staring at your phone. When you finally snap out of it, you look over at Shawn who is staring back at you, “I have to go.”

He doesn’t look surprised. He knew you were going to say that. You’ve never stayed the night with him before. You need to be home, and he knows that because you’ve explained it to him countless times. On the weekdays, you make sure all your younger siblings wake up on time to have breakfast before going to school. And on weekends, you’re in charge of getting everyone to their sports games and dance rehearsals. Your parents are big on extracurricular activities, but they’re also big on work. They signed your younger siblings up for a ton of things, but they aren’t always around to get them there, which is why it falls on you.

Shawn almost always tries to get you to stay, putting up some sort of resistance when you say you need to leave. This time is no different, but it feels different. Normally, Shawn does it selfishly, which isn’t a bad thing. He wants you to stay because he wants to hold you all night. He wants to fuck you again. He doesn’t want to wake up alone in the morning.

But this time, he’s concerned, you see it on his face. He stands up, walking over to you. “Y/n, maybe you can stay, just tonight?”

“Shawn,” You start, knowing he already knows all the reasons you can’t.

“I know, I know.” He says before you start explaining. “But you’re always taking care of everyone else. Who’s taking care of you if you go home?” He questions.

It goes without saying that if you stay, Shawn intends to take care of you.

“I can take care of myself.” You say stubbornly.

He doesn’t respond at first, and you both know it’s a lie because you’ve done a pretty shitty job at taking care of yourself these past few weeks, which is what led to the breakdown that brought you here in the first place. He steps closer, towering over you now because he’s nearly a foot taller than you. His hand comes up to your chin, gently touching it, so you lift your chin. On impulse, you tiptoe. He takes the hint, leaning down to kiss you.

When you pull away, you say, “I’m sorry for crying all over you. I’m better now.” Another lie, and he knows it, but he doesn’t call you out on this one either.

“Stay tonight? Get a good night’s sleep, and I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He offers one last time, still hoping, even though you won’t give in, just like you never have in the past.

“It’s a thirty-minute drive, and my parents were fighting. I bet Kiera is still waiting up.” You reason. Kiera is your youngest sister, and probably the one who depends on you the most. She’s ten, and still really effected by everything going on. You don’t blame her considering the chaos that is your home. You want to stay, you do, but it isn’t always about what you want.

He’s still worried about you. You can tell by the way he’s looking at you, holding your gaze, trying to figure out if you really are okay enough to go home and wake up in the morning to the chaos of your everyday life.

Finally, he caves, at least a little. You see it on his face, he won’t argue with you anymore. “What time is your first class?”

“Shawn, I don’t have time to fuck tomorrow.” You respond with a sigh.

The hurt expression that crosses his face at the fact that you would even think that’s why he asked makes you regret it for a second, but only a second. Now that you’ve cried it all out and reality is hitting you again, you’re starting to think coming over was a mistake. You shouldn’t have run to Shawn when you felt like everything was spinning out of control. He was not supposed to care this much. You’re not sure what you expected from him, or why you showed up here in the first place, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. That’s not who the two of you are. That’s not what this relationship is. You’ve been over it so many times, over all the reasons why it won’t work, why this can’t be real, no matter how real it feels sometimes.

“What time is your first class?” He calmly asks again.

“Noon, but I have to study in the morning.” You respond.

“I know. Come over when you’re done getting the kids to school.” It’s not really a question, so you’re not really sure it needs an answer.

“Aren’t you busy?” You question, knowing he has a routine he falls into when he’s home in Toronto, and it doesn’t usually involve spending his mornings with you.

“No.” He says simply, but firmly.

You just nod, quickly before turning away from him. You need to leave before you give into what you really want, which is staying the night with Shawn. He grabs your hand, which causes you to automatically turn back to look at him. As soon as you turn around, he steps closer, wrapping you in a tight embrace again.

His arms feel like the kind of safety you wish you never had to leave.

When he finally lets you go, he walks with you out of his condo and he starts following you to the elevator. When it opens, he walks in alongside you, causing you to ask, “What are you doing?”

“Walking you down.” He responds, acting as though this is something he does often when, in fact, he never walks you down to the parking structure.

“Why?”

“I just need to know you’re okay.” He says, his voice so soft it’s almost a whisper. You thought you were the only one vulnerable tonight, but it turns out, he is too. He really is worried about you. It doesn’t matter how much you try to deny it or force yourself to believe otherwise, he cares.

You just nod, swallowing hard. “I’m fine.” You say.

He doesn’t buy it, not for a second. You let the rest of the elevator ride pass in silence, while you text your mom to make sure she checks on Kiera and lets her know you’ll be home soon. You’re really hoping that she’s asleep by the time you get home because a ten-year-old does not need to be up until midnight on a school night.

When the elevator doors open, you’re brought back to the present as Shawn walks you to your car.

“Drive safely. Call me if you can’t sleep.”

He pays more attention to you than you give him credit for.

“I will,” You respond, but you won’t. Even if you lay awake all night long, you won’t call him.

Kiera is still awake when you get home. It takes another thirty minutes for her to finally fall asleep, so you already know the morning is going to be rough, for both you and her. Your parent’s bedroom door is closed, and so is the guest bedroom. You’re pretty sure your dad is in the guest bedroom, but you don’t think much of it. You’re just glad they’re not still awake and fighting.

The next morning you arrive at Shawn’s place shortly after 8:30. Part of you isn’t even sure why you came. You’re not sure what you expect or why he invited you here in the first place. You know that you should talk. You need to talk about the fight before you left, about what happened last night, about whatever is even going on between you two.

Even though you intend to have these conversations, when he opens the door, you find yourself in his arms. He somehow manages to support you in all the ways you didn’t realize you needed so desperately to be supported. “I bought breakfast.” He says when he finally releases you. Following him into the kitchen, you see the food is laid out. You go to grab it, but he notices, and turns around. “Sit,” He says, gently nudging you towards a stool at the counter.

“I can help.”

“I got it. What do you want to drink?”

You’re not used to this, to someone else getting you things. You made breakfast for your family this morning and didn’t even think of eating breakfast yourself, but now that it’s in front of you, you’re grateful.

Shawn puts the food in front of you and asks if you want coffee or orange juice. You already had two cups of coffee at home, so you choose orange juice, and he pours you a glass before placing it in front of you.

He gets his coffee and sits next to you, pulling the food out of the bags, and handing you a takeout container.

You eat side by side in silence for a few minutes before you finally ask, “Shawn?”

“Hmm?” He questions, food still in his mouth.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“All of this? Buying me breakfast, having me come here to study.”

“I told you I would take care of you.” He responds, as though its that simple.

“I can take care of myself.” You say, repeating what you said last night when he insinuated that you needed someone to take care of you.

“I know you can. It’s just that you don’t have to all the time. If you would just let me do it sometimes.”

“Why would you want to?”

He stops eating, turning to look at you. “I know you’re not trying to make this difficult. I know that you genuinely don’t notice, but I really fucking care about you, y/n.”

“No, you don’t.” Your brain is unwilling to believe him.

“I know you don’t think I do, but you’re the only person who can keep me up half the night worrying about you. You’re the reason I keep coming back to Toronto even if I only have a few days off. Even when we fight, I just need to know you’re okay.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know you don’t believe in love. And I get it. I get why you don’t and why it’s so hard for you to trust me, but it’s been two years. If I was going to leave and never come back, I would have done it by now. If I was going to hurt you, I would have done it by now. If I didn’t care so fucking much about you, I wouldn't keep finding my way back to you. I know you won't admit it, but if you didn't feel the same way, you wouldn't keep coming back to me too."

You've stopped eating. You're not even hungry anymore. This just got too real, and you tend to look for ways escape when things starts feeling like that, but somehow, you don't want to leave right now.

Shawn's right. He's saying things you've always known to be true, but you never wanted to admit. He's the closest thing you've found to safety. And he's been that for you for a long time.

"Why are you saying all of this now?" You question, still trying to wrap your mind around everything that was said in the last few minutes.

"Because I care about you and I want to be able to show you, but you keep pushing me away. You're always pushing me away when I get too close because you get scared. I'm just trying to tell you that I'm not going anywhere. And if you'll let me be there for you, I swear won't let you down."

You hide your face in your hands, trying to take all of this in. You never thought Shawn could genuinely care about you. It's hard for you to believe anyone could genuinely care about you. But here he is. And he's telling you that he cares, and you're trying to think back to times when he's given you a reason to believe that he'd let you down, and he hasn't.

He stands from his stool, him breakfast forgotten as well. He wraps his arms around you, holding you. He’s held you so many times before, but never quite like this. He whispers, “I’m not trying to make you do anything or be anything you’re uncomfortable with. I just want to be there for you.”

“I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be what you want.” You admit a thought that you’ve had so many times when it comes to you and Shawn.

“You don’t have to do that for me. You don’t have to do everything. I already know who you are, and I like you. We can just start there. We’ll take it slowly.”

You’re scared, terrified for anything to change, but Shawn’s looking at you with this hopeful look in his eyes, and suddenly, you realize that you do trust him. You trust him more than you’ve ever trusted anyone because he’s never let you down like so many people have.

“Slowly?” You say, clarifying.

He smiles, knowing that’s your way of saying yes. He kissing your temple. “Yes.”

#Shawn Mendes #Shawn Mendes imagine #Shawn Peter Raul Mendes #Shawn Mendes fanfic #imagine

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raijinhasverybigpecs · 5 years ago

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tu’er headcanons that i probably should’ve done and posted along with the main oc post but it’s too late now

can i just say that he’s short lol. taller than awilix by a few cm

sentimental as hell, his temple is cluttered with lots of offerings. he’s kind of a hoarder but shhh

big tea lover, adores holding tea parties and little get togethers in his temple. naturally loves bubble tea as well 😌

natural recluse, aphrodite keeps trying to drag him out of his shell but he’s just a loser like that. also hates drawing attention to himself

yes he listens to pop music. do you really think a gay rabbit twink wouldn’t stan loona?

very private about his past. he won’t tell anyone.

good memory! you’ve got to have one when you’re matching people around the world anyways

cordial but distant relationships with most of the gods. hates violence so he won’t talk with the more chaotic gods at all. he’ll work with them in battle but not anymore than he has to

a cardio bunny, does a lot of running in some terribly short shorts. does a lot of gymnastics as well, it’s partly an excuse to wear bright lycra but being real flexible comes in handy in many different situations

sensitive hearing. you guess why :P

eyes change colour from red to light pink according to what mood he’s in. red is happy, negative emotions are very pale reds and positive & romantic emotions equal bright pinks

can change his appearance to some extent - can remove the bunny ears and tail (as he’s not actually a rabbit god, just somewhat associated with them)

romantic/god relationship/nsfw stuff below the cut!

romantic headcanons

naturally he’s very romantic. loves a big gesture but definitely not anything too gaudy or attention grabbing, something like chocolates and a teddy bear is very up his alley

subtle flirt, says little comments and compliments here and there to test the water then he pounces (or bunny hops?). he’ll keep up with whatever you’ve got if he’s looking for something carnal and isn’t afraid to talk dirty to get what he wants out of you

but if he’s romantically interested then’s he’s very easily flustered and embarrassed. he’ll only do that if he’s really into you though~

moves very slowly in a relationship but he falls in love quickly. it’s always been an issue for him but he’s learnt a lot of self-control so you’ll have to really show your dedication to him to gain his trust

god relationship stuff - kinda nsfw lol

also if someone isn’t included that doesn’t mean i hate them (hi cu chu...) i just got tired and these are the more obvious relationships i thought about lol. maybe send in an ask about other gods ;^)

achilles - gay alliance 🙏 they have that gay relationship where there’s a lot of flirting but they’re just having fun. tu’er shen recommends romantic things for achilles to do so he can get those brownie points (and he’s totally on the threesome list for achilles and patroclus lol)

amaterasu - friends! they like to geek over cute things while they go shopping with each other and tu’er shen helps pick out outfits for her dates. they often have tea together as well :)

aphrodite - they’re very close friends, they also have a mentor relationship. they’re very emotionally open with each other and it’s very common to find them talking to each other over tea. both will hunt you to the ends of the earth if you talk shit about the other

apollo - another gay alliance 🙏 apollo brings out the fun in tu’er shen and they do a lot of dumb stuff together. tu’er shen still dunks on apollo tho as he can never get a partner cuz he’s a clown. and they’ve messed around before, usually it’s for some god who wants to see two twinks making out (or doing something worse!) ;^)

bacchus - the top to tu’er shen’s bottom. yet another gay alliance 😳🙏 essentially just apollo but more intense. tu’er shen has done a lot of kinky stuff at bacchus’ parties that he says he regrets but they both know he likes being a thot lmao

bastet - like aphrodite but more playful and fun. tu’er shen basically knows that if he goes to visit bastet and they go out that he’ll end up having a one night stand somewhere and he’s not mad about it. tu’er shen gets teased a lot by bastet as well :^)

chang'e - a very quiet and peaceful relationship. sometimes chang’e will drop in for tea and they’ll spend some time enjoying each others company, otherwise they’re not super close. they’ll acknowledge each other with a nice smile and wave :) also tu’er shen really adores her relationship with hou yi as well (duh!) but less likes talking to hou yi cuz he’s a bit cocky

cupid - i refuse to write anything about this bobblehead lmao. cupid’s probs jealous about all that extra time tu’er shen is spending with aphro but he pros doesn’t care that much otherwise cuz he’s more popular lol

freya - just like aphrodite and bastet but tu’er shen sees her less. tu’er shen is a bit intimidated by her but whenever they get to talk they get on very very well. lots of romantic fluff between them

essentially aphro, bastet and freya are trying to get tu’er shen a boyfriend but he won’t let down his walls so getting laid is a decent alternative lmao. also aphro/bastet/freya and tu’er shen spend a day every few weeks watching romance films and naturally they’re common guests for tea :)

mercury - not a very close relationship (like chang’e!) but tu’er shen sometimes has him over for tea when he gets time between serving as a delivery boy as merc makes tu’er shen laugh. they might’ve messed aroudn a few times but it’s very casual :^)

mulan - one again they’re not super close but tu’er shen likes to help mulan take a break every now and then and she updates him on what’s happening. tu’er shen basically idolises mulan as well, he’s a bit starstuck by her whenever they talk lol

neith - they’re pretty close actually! they have a lot of things in common and they often hang around mortals any play matchmaker or just pretend to be human. it’s all very fluffy lol

nu wa - same as mulan, tu’er shen is very in awe of how regal and powerful she is. rarely do they meet up together but nu wa is a very smart and witty guest who sometimes knows tu’er shen better than himself

raijin - i mean... naturally i ship them but outside of that i will say that tu’er shen disliked him at first because he’s so loud and rowdy but seeing how friendly and loyal raijin is + them mascles + the fact that he’s just fighting for fun unlike many other gods makes him develop a lil ~crush~ on raijin. if i’m not shipping them together then they’d have tea together that would lead to casual sex lol

but yes, i’m shipping them together so suck it lmao. essentially they’re the bara jock and twink prep pairing which is how god intended it to be :^)

ravana - same thing as raijin inviting people in for ‘tea’. tu’er shen knows that if he really wants to get dominated he’s gotta see ravana in private and ravana is always ready... it’s rare when bunny boy has that urge but when he does they do stuff that’s intense enough for apollo to blush :^)

serqet - fashion. style. runway. nouns! they’re style buds and they help pick out outfits for each other and she comes around often for tea to gossip together~ he’s also a bit imtimdated by her but she’s very nice to him lol

tu’er shen likes to help neith and serqet make and try on outfits. that’s also how he’s got all those sexy bedroom outfits...

nsfw stuff :^) i mean who else is gonna write it lol

i like saying he’s a bottom but he’s vers and bottom leaning. adjusts accordingly for his partner as he’s happy to do whatever

flexible, no gag reflex, etc etc. he’s a pro and he knows it.

he doesn't actually have that much sex though as he’s (mostly) reserved. he is basically horny at all times but extremely good at controlling himself

prefers long sessions where he can release all that pent up energy and really get his partner to enjoy themselves and get into the lovin’ mindset. is ready to go again and again and again otherwise...

big collection of sex toys. it’s how he spends all that time alone...

loves roleplaying and wearing femme outfits. stockings are hot :^)

and with that eye colour thing, hot pink is when he’s really turned on <3

semen kink, actually likes swallowing. he likes a big finish, what can i say

#gay rabbit stuff #this took at while but at least i'm writing about him again hehe...#didn't want him to become contentless so i figured this would be apt lol #i had this planned for months but didn't do anything about it until today/yesterday #it's now 12:26am and i have to get up at like 7am lmao #oops!#it was worth it #probably lol #anyways pwease support him bc i love him 🥺

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three-houses-text-files · 5 years ago

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dorothea/felix

c-a support + paired endings

Dorothea: Felix, my goodness, I swear you're always training. Such a hard worker. So strong. Felix: Hunh! Hah! Hyah! D: Hello? Felix? F: What? D: You can hear me. That's good. I was worried maybe your ears didn't work. F: What do you want? D: Oh, nothing... Nothing in particular, I mean. But now that I'm here, and now that you've asked... D: When you've finished up, do you think you'd like to join me in the dining hall for something sweet? F: I’ll pass. I don't like sweets. F: Also, you're a nuisance. Stay away from me. D: That's not a very nice way to talk to a classmate. (pre-skip) D: Felix, that's rude. I thought we were on the same side in this war? (post-skip) D: Anyway, you sound like you're shooing away a stray cat. F: Shhh. Shut up. D: I am not a stray cat, Felix, and I am not leaving until you take a moment to chat with me. F: You are a pest. Fine—do what you will. D: Oh, you better believe I am going to keep doing exactly what I will. F: Hah! Hyuh! Hunh! D: Hmm... Maybe instead of a sweet treat, we can get something spicy? Would you like that? D: I've heard the dining hall is serving a dish with some western spices in it. Mmm... F: Does that sound good, Felix? Would you like something spicy instead of sweet? D: You're distracting me. F: When I am hungry, I will eat. Alone. Stop squawking at me. D: Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll leave you in peace. Good-bye, Felix! F: Finally.

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b (i?)

F: You’re following me. Stop. D: I'm leaving you alone, just as you asked. I may be walking the same way as you, but— F: What do you want? D: You've made it abundantly clear I'm not to want anything from you, including politeness. F: I heard a rumor that you're planning to settle down with a noble. F: You’re trying to get close to me, aren't you? You want to marry into House Fraldarius. D: Nice try, Felix, but it's not like any old noble will do. F: I abandoned my family, so you'll have to look elsewhere. Not much to gain from marrying me. D: I just find you interesting is all. Is that so odd? F: Interesting? I'm not interesting. What do you mean? D: I've never met a noble so...unsociable. Yes, that's the word. Unsociable. D: Other nobles are quick to be friends, even if it's just because they might gain something from it. F: The Empire's nobility, maybe. The Kingdom's nobility is a whole different animal. D: If they are, so what? You should care how others think of you. F: Why? I don't answer to them. All that matters is improving my skill. F: I’ll prove my worth on the battlefield. F: Those people care so much about appearances they can't even see each other. It makes me sick. D: Oh, I agree. What's important isn't how someone looks, it's their true nature. D: I don't pretend to know your true nature. I don't even have a very good understanding of my own. D: But I suppose you see mine just fine, don't you? D: Just a silly girl with no thoughts in her head except for marrying a noble, yes? Good-bye, Felix. F: Hm.

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b (ii?)

F: You. Get over here. D: "Get over here"? Ha! How about I tell you to get out of here? F: You’re always following me around. At least make yourself useful. Let's spar. D: What? Are you serious? F: I don't joke. Draw your weapon, unless you intend to fight without one. D: If you want to train, then do it on your own. F: If you don't attack first, I will. D: OK. If you want me to knock some sense into you, who am I to say no? F: For someone whose only aspiration is marriage, you're pretty strong. D: Is this your attempt at flattery? Aw, it is, isn't it. D: When I was in the opera, I always trained for self-defense. Couldn't really get by without it. D: Nowadays, if you can't use a sword, then you're just in the way. F: Perhaps I had you all wrong. F: I thought you were just a frivolous girl who cared only for men of status. F: On the contrary, you seem well aware of the realities of the world. I respect that. D: Yeah, yeah. All right. D: Ahh, I'm beat. I'm going to go sit down and relax with a cup of tea. D: You'll join me, naturally. F: I will? D: We just trained together. Are you really going to turn me down? F: Just this once. D: Good, let's go for tea. While we're at it, shall you treat me to a meal? F: Don’t get carried away. D: Aw, you're no fun...

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D: So, Felix, is the tea to your liking? F: It is. D: It's nice to relax like this every now and then, isn't it? F: It is. D: You said some of your equipment is damaged, didn't you? F: It…it is. D: ... F: … D: Are you not in the mood to talk? D: We could discuss your family or what's happening in high society? Flavors of tea? Your favorite jokes? F: None of those. I already told you I don't joke. D: Of course, only cynicism. D: Oh, I know! We're holding a small opera in the cathedral soon. D: I'll be singing too. If you're interested in... But of course you aren't. F: You can sing? D: I'm sorry. What did you just say? Can I sing? I was only a diva of the Mittelfrank Opera Company, that's all. F: Oh, right. I forgot. D: You forgot. Am I that uninteresting to you? D: What must you think of me? F: You’re insincere and loud, is what I think. But you do make a good sparring partner. F: And a good tea companion. D: Oh? F: Anyway. When's the concert? D: It's an opera. And you don't have to come. F: You just invited me. You can't tell me not to come. That's for me to decide. D: Then you must be there! I'll sing my heart out, just for you. F: I haven't said I'll go. D: Are you going to come or not? If you keep teasing me, I might just pretend to cry. F: Fine. I'll go. D: Fantastic! I look forward to it.

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paired endings

After the war, Felix inherited the title of Duke Fraldarius from his late father, Rodrigue. He married Dorothea, and the two began a happy life together. After they had finished restoring Fraldarius territory, Felix traveled across Fódlan as the king's right hand. Dorothea traveled with him always, and even threw herself into battle alongside him every so often. Tales of their bravery endured for generations, thanks in no small part to the operas that Dorothea wrote and composed herself.

Even after the war's end, skirmishes continued to break out across Fódlan. Learning that there were still places where he could fight, Felix abandoned his noble title and chose to make a living with his sword. He traveled the land, and some years later found himself in Enbarr. There he encountered Dorothea, who had just resumed her career as a songstress in the opera. From that time on, no matter how far Felix traveled, he always found himself drawn back to that opera house. It is said that, when Dorothea saw his face in the crowd, she sang only for him.

#fire emblem three houses spoilers #fe16 spoilers #fe3h spoilers #dorothea x felix #felix x dorothea #romantic

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finn-nelson-for-the-win · 6 years ago

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Hello, my lovelies! I finished writing this unreasonably long story nearly a month ago but I never got around to posting it, but this seemed like a pretty good way to start off 2019, so here it is!

What Friends Are For

Rae felt the incessant buzzing of her cell phone in her hand as she stepped out of the elevator quickly and tried to switch her purse to the opposite arm.

“Hello,” Rae replied breathlessly as she answered the call without looking at the screen to see who it might be.

“Where are you?”

“Oh! Hiya, Chloe! I know that I’m late and I’m so sorry but I’m on my way there right now,”

“I’ve been waiting for close to an hour now, Rae!”

“I know, I know. I got caught up while leaving work and was only leaving just now when you called me.”

“I see. Well, I’m ordering another glass of wine, so hurry up and get here before I finish with my fourth glass!”

“What? Fourth glass...whatever. I’ll be there in less than ten minutes. I promise!”

Rae ended the phone call and dropped her cell phone back into her purse as she walked quickly across the street, taking a familiar shortcut to the pub that she and Chloe met at for drinks every week.

Rae walked into the pub and began walking towards the section where she and Chloe frequently sat, looking around to find her best mate.

“Oh! Hey Rae! Good to see you again,” the bartender said as he noticed Rae approaching, “Chloe is in the booth over there, if that’s who you’re looking for.”

“Good to see you today, James! Am I that predictable?” Rae asked sheepishly as she gave him a smile in thanks and walked towards the booth he had gestured to.

“Four glasses of wine? Really Chloe?” Rae said in lieu of a proper greeting as she set her purse down on the bench and slid into the booth opposite from where Chloe sat.

“It’s been a long week,” Chloe replied before grabbing her glass and taking another sip, “plus my best mate was late to our weekly happy hour date, so I had to do something to keep me occupied until she got here.”

“Oh, well I did say that I was sorry for being late, right? Plus, can you honestly say that ordering all that wine wasn’t just an excuse to make James the Bartender come talk to you?”

“You caught me,” Chloe replied with a giggle as she looked across the room to watch as James reached to grab a bottle of whiskey off of the shelf behind the bar, “he’s just so fit, Rae!”

Rae looked over her shoulder towards the bar and made eye contact with James as he turned around and handed another patron sitting at the par their drink. He gave her a wide grin and mimed that he was on his way over to their table in a moment.

“Yeah, he’s a pretty nice guy, I suppose,” Rae replied quietly when she noticed James walking towards their table.

“You were going to order your usual, right Rae?” James asked with a chuckle when Rae nodded as he approached their table with a drink in-hand, “I figured as much, so I went ahead and got it for you.”

“Oh, thank you, James! That was really nice of you!”

“It’s nothing. I really wish that I could keep chatting, but the bar has been so busy and we called the weekend bartender to come in today to help out too, but he’s running late.”

“Oh no! Well, we won’t keep you any longer so you can get back to work,” Chloe replied, “you can go ahead and put Rae’s drink on my tab, James!”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” he replied before shifting his focus towards Rae, “your first drink is on me tonight, love.”

James gave Rae a quick wink and walked away from the table, apologizing to the people at the bar that he had not yet served for the long wait.

“And of course, James has to have a thing for you, Rae. Meanwhile you have hardly even given him a fraction of your attention.”

“Oh please!” Rae scoffed, “he doesn’t have a thing for me. He just knows that flirting with lonely girls makes them tip better and he’s playing me.”

“Uh huh, so you’re trying to tell me that he is anticipating that you will tip him well on the free drink that he gave you?”

“Whatever.”

“So how is it going at work?”

“As well as you’d expect it would when you’re an underappreciated intern working for a complete twat of a manager. But it pays well and the hours work with my Uni schedule well, so I can’t complain too much.”

“Oh! Is that why you were late today? Did your boss make you stay late today?”

“Oh, uh, not exactly.”

“No? What were you doing after work then?”

“I was on my way out and I have to walk past the break room to leave and one of the other interns was in there. He asked me a question about work today and then we started talking about a couple other things. Time sort of got away from us and then he had to run because he was late for his other job and I was late to meet you here.”

“So, you were late to meet me because you were talking to some boy from work?” Chloe replied with a raised eyebrow, “wow, I must really be rubbing off on ya, Rae! Tell me more about said boy from work. Is he cute?”

“I’ve told you about him before, actually! Do you remember the story about when I was in training for the internship? The one about the guy that broke the coffee machine on our side of the office less than an hour into the first day of training?”

“Oh! The guy that spent the next week apologizing and trying to make it up to you by buying you coffee every morning before work? That was him, right?”

“Yeah! That’s him.”

“You were talking to him after work?”

“Yeah! He’s a cool guy and we have been working pretty closely with each other on a new project that we were given for the last few weeks, so we’ve been talking a lot more.”

“Oh, that’s kind of nice, I suppose.”

Rae and Chloe continued chatting and talking about Chloe’s new job for a marketing and PR firm in the city, but before long both had finished their drinks.

“Oh no! My glass is empty...I’ll order us both another round!”

“I don’t know if you should drink anymore, babes. Maybe just water for both of us this time.”

“Oh, nonsense! You need to learn to relax a little bit,” Chloe said as she beaconed the bartender to come over to their table, “Maybe James can think of a way to help you, uhm, loosen up?”

Rae scoffed in response to Chloe’s innuendo and the suggestive look she was giving her, turning away to avoid her best mate’s gaze.

“Oh, James isn’t coming over here,” Chloe pouted, “I think he’s going to send the other bartender over here.”

Rae had pulled her phone from her purse to check her work email, since she was still expecting to receive an email from her boss by the end of the night regarding necessary changes to their schedule for next week, so her attention was turned elsewhere when Chloe gasped and began silently slapping Rae’s arm to get her attention.

“Stop hitting me, Chlo, you have my attention. What is it?” Rae asked as she set her phone back into her purse and followed the direction of her best mate’s stare.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Rae muttered as she quickly angled her body away from the opening of the booth and pretended to be incredibly interested in finding something at the bottom of her purse on the bench beside her.

“Hello ladies, I know James took your drink orders before, but he’s a little busy behind the bar tonight so I’m helping him out. Did you want to order something else or—Rae? Is that you?” An all too familiar voice asked from next to the booth, losing much of the artificial tone that comes along with working in the service industry once they recognized Rae.

“Huh? Oh! Uh, Finn...what are you doing here?”

“This is my second job,” He replied with a chuckle as he tossed a glance over his shoulder towards the bar, “I bartend here on the weekends and on busy nights like tonight.”

“Is that so? What a coincidence! Uh...Chloe, did you want to get some more wine?”

“Oh, yes, please!” Chloe responded cheerfully despite her confusion about how the bartender and Rae knew each other.

“Perfect! Another glass of the moscato for my friend here, please. And I’ll take another snakebite...and can we get a couple shots? My mate and I are celebrating tonight.”

“Of course! I’ll be right back with both your drinks,” Finn replied with a smile as he turned away from the table.

“So…what was that fantastically awkward exchange all about?” Chloe asked when Finn was well out of earshot.

“The bartender is an intern at my work.”

“So? Unless...wait, is he the one that kept you late after work because the two of you were chatting?” Chloe asked with a smirk.

“Uh, sort of, yeah.”

“Okay, so tell me this then, Rae: why the fuck did you not mention that ‘coffee boy’ is insanely hot?”

“Shhh, you’re so loud and he’s going to hear you from the other side of the room!”

“He’s literally like a god, Rae! How can you remain so calm about this?”

“I mean, I guess he is sort of attractive. But I never said that he wasn’t good looking.”

“But you didn’t say that he was either! When you told me that story about him, I pictured...well, I don’t know who it was that I pictured, really, but it sure as fuck wasn’t him!”

“He’s coming over here, Chloe, just give it a rest!” Rae replied in a hushed tone as she shot Chloe a look to keep quiet when the pair noticed Finn walking towards them carrying a tray with a few drinks on it.

“Your moscato,” Finn said as he placed the glass of white wine on the table in front of Chloe, “and here’s your Snakebite, Rae. You didn’t specify what you wanted shots of, but James said that you two like these green tea and whiskey shots, so I got you a couple of those.”

“Thank you,” Rae said.

“Wait, before you walk away…” Chloe began.

“Don’t you dare,” Rae whispered to Chloe when she noticed Finn turning back toward their table.

“Did you need something else?” He asked politely.

“Your name is Finn, right?” Chloe asking, earning a slow nod, “I thought so. And you know my best mate, Rae, from your intern job, right?”

“Uhm, yes,” Finn replied in confusion.

“Interesting...Rae has actually told me a lot about you.”

“She has?” Finn asked in surprise before shifting his glance over to Rae who was currently glaring at her best mate across the table.

“Yeah! She speaks very highly of you, actually,” Chloe slurred slightly as she sipped her new glass of wine.

“Oh, well I don’t know if I really live up to the reputation, but I’m flattered,” Finn replied timidly with a faint pink flush tingeing his cheeks.

“Trust me, you do.”

“Oh...Uh, thanks,” Finn turned his attention towards Rae who was sitting across from her mate and glaring off into to distance with her arms crossed over her chest, “I’m gonna go back to the bar now, but if either of you ladies need anything, just let me know.”

“Bye, Finn!” Chloe called after him as he walked away from their table.

As soon as Finn was back behind the bar and serving other patrons, Rae shifted her attention back towards Chloe, “What the fuck was that?”

“Just having a little fun with the lad. I thought it would be sort of interesting to see his reaction.”

“Well it wasn't funny, Chlo!”

“Are ya sure about that? He did seem to get all embarrassed and flustered, which was sort of funny, you’ve gotta admit.”

“Okay, it was a little bit funny,” Rae replied with a small chuckle as she took a long drink of her snakebite.

Chloe took a sip of her wine and reached into her purse to pull out her cell phone.

“You’ve also got to admit that Finn is proper fit. If you don’t see it, then you’re just in denial, Rae!”

“Ugh fine. I guess he’s pretty attractive or good looking or whatever,” Rae replied before taking another sip of her drink.

“Do you happen to know Finn’s last name?” Chloe asked in an attempt at feigning nonchalance.

“Er, Nelson, I think. Why?”

“Oh, no reason—”

“Chloe!”

“Fine. I wanted to see if I could find his profile online to see if there are any other details about him or whatever.”

“You’re stalking him online?”

“Don’t call it stalking, babes. Call it, uh, research. I just want to know if we have any friends in common, if he’s single, some of his interests...just basic stuff like that!”

“Well ‘researching’ someone that you hardly know is still pretty creepy, Chloe!”

“So, does that mean that you don’t want to look at the pictures of him on his profile that I just found? I mean, if you think that this is too ‘creepy’ I’d hate to make you look at them with me,” Chloe trailed off as she continued scrolling and clicking on her phone.

“I mean...one quick look can’t hurt, right? It’s not like you’re doing anything crazy, you’re just looking at the pictures and stuff that are viewable to the public.”

“Exactly!”

Chloe angled her body and her phone so that they could both see the screen of her phone.

“He’s an artist?” Chloe asked as she scrolled on her phone towards a series of photos that were taken of paintings that appeared to be painted by Finn.

“Yeah! I know he’s mentioned that he’s really into art and painting, but I never asked to see any of his work...he’s really talented!”

“Yeah, he is!”

Chloe kept scrolling on her phone and Rae would occasionally glance over when she pointed out a specific image that caught her attention; however, Rae still felt odd about looking through his profile when Finn himself was just on the other side of the room behind the bar.

“It looks like Finn also spends a lot of time going to the gym and playing footie. Other than pictures of all his paintings, he mostly just posts pictures of him and his mates playing footie or at the gym.”

“Ugh, please don’t tell me he’s one of those guys that posts nothing but shitty ‘post-workout’ gym photos all the time,” Rae replied with a scoff.

“No, I wouldn’t say that,” Chloe nearly choked on the drink of wine she had taken and stopped scrolling, “Jesus Christ, babe! You have to look at this picture of him!”

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that amazing—” Rae began before she gasped and was at a loss for words.

“I know! Like I knew that he was fit, but where the fuck did that come from?” Chloe whispered loudly as she clicked on the image to make it full-size.

When the expanded image pulled up on her phone, Rae could not help but stare at the shirtless image of Finn flexing his muscles in front of a full-length mirror.

Rae had seen Finn wearing short sleeved shirts and had some idea that his arms were quite muscular; however, the lean yet defined muscles of his torso and abs was somewhat of a shock to her.

“I, uh...I did not expect all of that,” Rae replied once she was able to form a somewhat coherent statement.

“Holy shit, babes! It’s like he’s chiseled out of marble! Maybe he really is a god come to life! I’m pretty sure there are some very old guys that have made sculptures of him and become famous from them!” Chloe babbled, double-clicking her phone screen to zoom in on different areas of the image to get a closer look.

“Oh fuck...what is that, Rae?” Chloe asked sounding equal parts shocked and impressed.

Rae followed her friend’s gaze towards the zoomed in close up of Finn’s lower body in the picture and gulped audibly when she noticed what she assumed Chloe was referring to.

“That appears to be his, uhm…”

“Dick?”

“Well, yeah. People really aren’t kidding around when they talk about the appeal of seeing a guy’s bulge when he wears gray sweatpants, I guess,” Rae replied before looking away to try to get her blushing cheeks under control.

“Holy shit...good for him,” Chloe mused.

“Okay, Chloe, I think you’ve researched him enough. This is starting to get a little bit too weird,”

“Perhaps, yes, but I did just find out something that I think might be of interest to you, Rae.”

“Uh, alright. What is it?” Rae asked in confusion.

“He’s single, at least according to his profile on here.”

“I fail to see how that matters to me, Chloe,” Rae replied as she grabbed her glass to take another drink.

“Because Rae, he’s single and you’re single. If you go out with him, Finn in all of his god-like perfection could be yours,” Chloe replied before lowering her voice so Rae could just barely hear her, “his spectacular dick included!”

Chloe sat back in her side of the booth and brought her glass of wine to her lips in an attempt to hide the satisfied grin on her face. As soon as Rae fully realized what Chloe had said, she inadvertently choked on her drink.

“Whoa! Rae are you alright?” Finn asked as he approached the table and saw that Rae was in the middle of a coughing fit while Chloe sat across the table trying to compose herself and stop giggling.

“Yeah, she’s okay, Finn. I just showed her something on my phone that made her choke,” Chloe replied cheekily, putting emphasis on the last word, which caused Rae to cough loudly again.

“Oh, uh, alright. Are you sure you’re okay, Rae? Do you need any water or anything?” Finn asked as he placed his hand on her back and gave it a few pats as a reassuring gesture.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about that,” Rae replied once she had mostly stopped coughing, “she just said something to me that caught me off-guard and my drink went down wrong.”

“No need to apologize,” Finn replied with a reassured smile, “I just wanted to check in on you ladies and see if you needed any other drinks or wanted to order anything else.”

“I think we’re alright for now, thank you,” Rae replied.

“Unless you want him to give you mouth-to-mouth, to save your life of course,” Chloe muttered barely loud enough for Rae to hear.

“Okay, well if you need anything, you know where to find me,” Fin replied with a smirk as he walked away.

“Seriously, Chloe?”

“Sorry, it just seemed like you could use a little help. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Okay, first of all, that didn’t help so much as just embarrass me. Second, I don’t need your help talking to Finn.”

“Are you sure about that? I’d have to be blind to not see that you fancy him. I’ve only spoken to the lad for a few minutes, but he clearly fancies you too, babes! What kind of friend would I be if I just sat back and waited for one of you two to make the first move when you’re both clearly too shy to take the risk?”

“So what if I do fancy Finn? If I wanted to make the first move I totally could...wait...did you say that you think Finn fancies me?” Rae asked in disbelief.

“Of course he does, Rae! What’s not to like? You have a great sense of humor, you’re bloody brilliant, and your curves are to die for.”

“While I do appreciate the ego-boost, what’s to say that he is interested in me?”

“You mean other than the fact that he has been drying the same three glasses behind the bar while looking over at you at every chance he gets? What more proof could you need?”

Rae immediately leaned over in the booth to get a better view of the bar and was genuinely surprised to see that Finn was already staring in her direction while idly cleaning the bar. When Rae made eye contact with Finn and he realized that he had been caught, his eyes opened wide in surprise, causing Rae to giggle and shoot him a small smile and wave.

Chloe’s back was turned to the bar, but she turned around in the booth to watch the exchange between the bartender and her best mate across the room, not wanting to miss out on whatever was about to unfold.

Finn turned around quickly behind the bar to avoid maintaining eye contact with Rae; however, as soon as he turned around, he ran straight into James and ended up causing the tray of nearly empty drinks James was carrying to fall to the floor with a loud crash as each glass fell and shattered.

Rae and Chloe laughed at the sequence of events as James and one of the busboys helped Finn clean up the broken glass before anyone got hurt or slipped in the spilled drinks, but when the rest of the bar patrons went back to talking amongst themselves, Rae and Chloe also found other topics to chat about as they finished their drinks.

After James dropped off their bar tabs and Rae and Chloe paid, they headed towards the exit of the pub.

“Oh wait, before we leave, I’m just gonna run to the loo,” Chloe replied just before Rae stepped out the door, “wait out here for me, yeah?”

Rae nodded and pulled her phone from her purse to pass the time while she waited for her best mate to return.

When the pub door opened and Chloe walked outside, she was struggling to conceal a grin and Rae immediately knew that she was hiding something.

“You didn’t have to use the loo, did you Chloe?” Rae asked as she turned to get a better look at the self-satisfied grin on her mate’s face, “What did you do?”

“Oh nothing,” Chloe replied with a shrug and a coy smile.

“For fuck’s sake...wait here, Chloe. I’ll be right back,” Rae said as she walked quickly back into the pub.

“Silly Rae-Rae, you’ll be thanking me later for this,” Chloe muttered to herself as she took a seat on one of the low walls near the entrance to the pub so she could wait for Rae to return, “Just call me your little wine-drunk wing woman!”

Rae heard Chloe speaking quietly as she rushed away in a hurry, but she wasted no time to go back and see what she had said. Rae scanned the room before finding who she was looking for standing in front of the electronic jukebox beside the bar with his back towards her.

“Do you take requests?” Rae asked playfully as she approached the jukebox.

“I guess that depends on what kinda music you like, now doesn’t it, girl?” Finn replied with a smirk as he turned around at the sound of Rae’s voice, “What can I do for you, Rae?”

“I actually just wanted to apologize for my mate Chloe. She had too much wine and I don’t know what exactly she did, but as we were leaving I know that she snuck back in here and did something and I have a hunch it involved you,” Rae replied in a rush without making eye contact with Finn.

“Oh! Ya must be talking about this,” Finn replied as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a folded napkin with numbers largely scrawled diagonally across it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rae muttered to herself before speaking louder, “I’m really sorry about that she did that. I had no idea that she would have given you her fucking phone number!”

“It’s not her number,” Finn stated simply as he handed Rae the napkin.

Written clearly just above what Rae quickly realized was her own phone number was a short note that read:

Call me. xxRae

“Oh! I, uh...I didn’t tell her to do that,” Rae mumbled as she tried to think of the right thing to say.

“I had a feeling you didn’t,” Finn replied with a small smile.

“Do you not want me to have your phone number? It’s alright if ya don’t,” Finn replied as he leaned against the counter of the bar beside him to put a bit more distance between the two.

“Uh, no, you can have my phone number. We are coworkers after all, so it might be good if you have my phone number in case you have to call me to talk about work stuff,” Rae reasoned as she handed him back the napkin.

“And what if I don’t want to talk to you about work stuff when I call you?” Finn asked after a moment as he slipped the folded napkin back into his pocket, “Would that be alright with you too?”

“I suppose so,” Rae replied timidly.

“I’m glad. My break is just about over and I should be getting back to work soon,” Finn stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Rae in a hug, “but I’m really glad that I got to see you tonight.”

As Finn pulled away from the hug, he leaned back in for just a fraction of a second and placed a quick kiss on Rae’s cheek.

“Can I call you sometime this weekend?” Finn asked.

“Call me whenever you want to,” Rae replied with a smile as she gave Finn one last wave before walking towards the pub doors.

Rae had made it less than halfway through the pub when she heard her phone ringing and picked up the call.

“Hello!”

“Is now a good time to call?”

Rae looked back over her shoulder and saw Finn standing behind the bar with his phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he poured a martini into the glass and handed it to the patron standing at the bar in front of him.

“Get back to work, Finnley. The last thing James needs is for you to break even more glasses because you were distracted,” Rae replied with a chuckle when she saw Finn gasp and nearly drop his phone into the pint he was about to fill.

“Distracted by you, might I add!”

“Call me later, if you wanna.”

“I definitely will. Laters, Rae!”

Rae shook her head and chuckled as she set her phone back into her purse as she walked out of the pub and rejoined her overly tipsy friend so they could call a taxi to take them home.

A/N: So this fun story was actually based on a conversation I had with my friend/roommate a few months ago when there was a coworker of mine that I was interested in, hence the excess of dialogue that comprises the majority of the story, but the social media stalking of his gym pictures went a bit more like this:

Friend: Look at his leg muscles! He could crush me to death with his thighs and I’d not only let him do it...I’d thank him. And dear lord! Take a look at his crotch bulge in those gym shorts!

Me: Wow! Good for him!

Friend: How is that even possible? Is he hiding his lunch in his pants or something!?!?

Me: Only if he brought a foot-long sandwich to eat for lunch...AYYYYYYYY

*me and my friend high five because we are both shameless and dirty-minded*

ANYWAYS...I had a month off of Uni for the holidays and I really wanted to get a lot of writing done, but surprise! I did not. Lol...What writing I did get done, however, I have not posted yet because I’m not really sure how I want to go about posting my writing anymore and/or if I want to keep posting my writing.

Are there even people from the MMFD fandom that are still using Tumblr/reading fanfic on here? I feel like the fandom has been so dead for the past few months (I’m part of the problem too tbh. I hardly post on here anymore and never make time to write) and I’m not even sure who’s still out there reading and posting.

Part of me has been tempted to move ALL of my writing away from Tumblr and into AO3, but idk if I want to mix the writing I’ve done for another fandom with my MMFD writing or keep them separate...idk...I’m definitely open to getting outside opinions and getting more feedback if y’all have an opinion in the matter. Just lemme know, I guess.

Until next time: Stay awesome, my friends! :)

#my writing #finn-nelson-for-the-win #mmfd #my mad fat diary #mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction #What Friends Are For

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sachi-pon · 6 years ago

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free! dive to the future episode 3 liveblog/review thing

once again, i am pretty late. s-sorry... it's sometimes hard to find a good time to sit down and do this! it takes me so long to watch these episodes because i have to keep pausing to write things!! ^__^UU but don't get me wrong. it's fun!! i just have a lot of other things going on that i'm trying to do these days.

i did do the same thing for the other episodes: episode 1 liveblog/review: http://sachi-pon.tumblr.com/post/175837687351/free-dive-to-the-future-episode-1-liveblog-review episode 2 liveblog/review: http://sachi-pon.tumblr.com/post/176267454651/free-dive-to-the-future-episode-2-liveblogreview

watch episode 3 here: http://www.crunchyroll.com/free-iwatobi-swim-club/episode-3-first-swim-in-another-country-775634

now, let's begin!!!!

hey look ikuya, i guess hiyori saved you from your feelings of loneliness XD

i'm thinking. is this season going to have some big reveal in a later episode with ikuya where it's one of those "this whole time, he was..." or something??? that's one of my favorite kinds of plot twists.

lol i heard him say "morning call" okay? i understand english you know

what he says: "i'm fine" what he means: "I'M UPSET ABOUT HARUUUUU AND HAVE A LOT OF ANGST ABOUT MY PAST AND ALSO MY PRESENT AND FUTURE FOR SOME REASON AND MY HAIR KEEPS GETTING IN MY EYES."

there's a mysterious monster in the bed!!!!!

IT'S RIN

full of energy, i see.

can i just watch an entire episode of rin silently doing mundane everyday things and looking tired and cute?

ENGLISH AAAAAAAHHHHHH lol i keep forgetting that there is a lot of english in this season apparently

"i can't read him" aww, the way he said it is so cute.

rin saying "what?" in english... I CAN'T STAND THE CUTENESS!!!!!

"you guys are just too slow" that trash-talking is supposed to sound tough but that accent is too precious.

"your muscles aren't my type" lolol are you gou???

omg i type things and then people in the show say them?!?!? XD

i'm gonna start saying "cho-very" to other people in my real life in america. i'm sure everyone else around me will NOT think i'm weird.

this soft piano music is great <333

"i'm fine" once again, the biggest lie in the world

"nothing's wrong" sure.

the guy with blue hair's hairstyle is so weird???? but okay, i accept it.

of course mr. stalker appears out of nowhere to speak for ikuya because heaven forbid ikuya speaks for himself!!!!

i like how every time hiyori speaks for ikuya or tries to stalk him in some way, ikuya goes along with it. it's... kind of adorable? but at the same time, there's something weird about this relationship!!

btw. i bet there will be a time that ikuya finally gets mad at hiyori for speaking for him. like "wtf dude, you're so annoying!"

wait, you don't like team events but you complained at the beginning of the episode about being lonely. well okay then.

oh you wait until ikuya can't hear you and then you say something under your breath, haha

i like sousuke's voice <3333 i'm just saying!!! i'm just saying.

detective makoto trying to solve the mystery

"sounds like a girl's name" omg these poor guys in this anime. they will never escape being made fun of for that. XD

"hey, i just insulted you, but don't get pissed off!!"

"hey, i just insulted you, but let's go on a date!!!"

the stunned look on rin's face. he's like 'hey that sounds like a pretty sweet lifestyle!' (and then he tries to pretend that he doesn't care, haha.)

"he's aiming for the global stage, like me." rin, are you aiming for the global stage or are you aiming for that sweet prize-collecting lifestyle now???

shhh, rin, don't bother people when they are sleeping!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NONONONONONONO NOOOOOOOOO. DON'T EVEN SHOW ME THIS. DO NOT SHOW ME THIS HOTEL. THE TRAUMA IS COMING BACK. I HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN TRIGGERED.

*** How to Trigger a Makoharu Shipper in Just Four Words *** 1. season 2. two 3. episode 4. twelve

"i'm not sure if it's right for all of us to just barge in." hey that's what i have said before. maybe it's not a great idea for you all to go see ikuya! he clearly has some... issues or something.

"ikuya's not mad about that" oh makoto you're so funny

so many questions being asked! this is like a meeting of a detective squad. okay now that i've said that, i want a series where the free! characters go around solving mysteries. kyoani, make it happen.

omg i love how the music continues into the next scene. (i like little details like that. i like to think about all the little details in the choices made by the people who create this show.)

hiyori's not just a weird stalker but he genuinely has concern for ikuya... awww

"rin, you've gotta stop having dinner with him every night." LOLOL WHAAAT. XDDD HOW MANY DINNERS HAVE THEY HAD???!!

hmm i wonder if gou has that?

of course gou has all the muscle magazines.

OF COURSE GOU IS READING ONE RIGHT NOW HAHAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS SHOW

"if anything happens to me, you have to protect this photo book" LOL I AM DONE I AM DONE

"gathering information." so this IS a detective squad.

haru's confused look next to mako's awkward smile... haha

"if that's how you feel, why don't you cover my dinner?" rin you savage

"i have a policy against spoiling younger guys" does that mean you have a policy for spoiling guys who are the same age or older?????

omg hiyori??? you're such a stalker. or better yet... a SPY. that's what you are. free! is now a spy drama. which is pretty cool if you ask me.

"it's not that i'm mad at haruka and his friends" suuuuuure

the detective squad really needs to be here to listen to this whole speech. so much information and yet they can't hear it. XD

what is natsuya's dream?? why'd he interrupt?

the beer can in the water, lol

RIN'S LAUGH I'M DEAD THAT WAS SO CUTE.

"you're the adulterous type, huh?" well, this show escalated quickly.

how many guys does rin want to "swim" with? umm that is a very personal question isn't it? ;)

"if i win, you let me stay in your apartment" well, this show escalated quickly, EVEN HIGHER NOW. rin, please say no to this weirdo.

he didn't say no. they are about to race. well, it's good that they went on several dates before swimming together.

let me guess. natsuya will win and move into rin's apartment because the writers are disgusting perverts who want to throw more sexual tension into this show. (okay, i approve.)

how did you two even notice the rain if there's already water splashing all around you?????? PLOTHOLE

natsuya wants to go back to japan in order to swim with someone else?? so my prediction was wrong?? well then! i never said it. you never saw it.

wait who is this????

there may be two kinds of muscles for you, but there is only one kind of muscle for gou: the kind she likes.

"i knew someone a long time ago who was the same way." and then the scene changes? wait, i want to know who he's talking about!! detective squad, please solve the mystery!

omg, the detective squad actually showed up right after i typed that. yay~

haru has a look on his face like "i am 100% sure that something bad is gonna happen." (and then he goes in anyway)

makoto looks angry in the preview?? or is it just determined? whatever it is, it's hot. <3

that's the end of the episode!!! so here's what i think. i liked this episode because as you can see, i keep hanging on to every little thing and watching intensely!!! i do see a mystery going on here. it's unfolding piece by piece. i think this is a season where each episode will be a little more dramatic than the previous one. like each one builds on the drama created by the previous episode. clearly there are so many tensions and issues with these characters. things are going to explode...

#free! dive to the future #anime #anime review #anime reviews

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zigsexual · 7 years ago

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Theoreticals; part 1 (maxwell x mc)

lol remember when i started this in july and am just now posting it? also remember when i said that i would post it yesterday ha ha ha lol anyway it’s too long for one post so imma break this shit down into PARTS!!!

this is the final companion piece to hypotheticals and empiricals, and honestly if you haven’t read those then u probably should because this one has a lot of plot throwback and also tbh its like very divergent from the main storyline seeing as i started writing it in JULY

summary: the coronation is actually happening feat. private planes, maxwell as a baby????? an unfortunate run in with some potpourri, dancing, drake, and an uber driver

word count: 3700+

Riley paces across her room yet again, halfheartedly feigning an attempt to pack for the upcoming trip to the palace. Her suitcase, empty but for a single black camisole and jeans, is splayed out across her bed next to Maxwell, who is also splayed out across her bed.

“Do you think I should bring my boots?” She asks. “My other shoes have like, no tread, and all of the roads by the palace are old-ass rocks so tread is probably important. And what if it rains?”

“I don’t think it’s supposed to rain,” Maxwell replies, but she’s already tossed the boots in his direction.

“Okay, so if I bring the boots, I need boot socks,” Riley tugs open a dresser drawer, rifling through it. “Except I’m pretty sure I only have red boot socks, and that’s going to clash with all my outfits, so maybe I should just stick with a bootie? Except then the tread is an issue again.”

Maxwell laughs. “Riley, it’s two days.”

She whirls around, brandishing a boot sock. “Yeah, two days in the goddamn palace!”

He breaks his gaze from the ceiling to watch her as she makes another futile pass towards her closet, sitting up and leaning back on his hands. “You really want to keep pretending you’re going to finish this tonight?”

She sighs, dropping her things onto the floor. “It’s already too late to give up.”

“Few more hours won’t hurt.” He reaches over and closes the lid, then holds out his hand. “Come on, let’s go on a walk. You’re all strung out.”

She takes his hand, in spite of herself yet again. Everything about him, about this, is in spite of herself and her better judgment. But it’s midnight on the eve of what may be their last chance at anything, and she doesn’t care that much anymore.

It’s dark in the house, the sconces dimmed, and they walk through the second floor hallways like they have the entire place to themselves. Maxwell is still holding her hand, his other shoved into his pocket, watching the portraits on the walls as they pass.

“Is that you?” Riley asks, pointing at one of the frames. It’s a painting of a boy who couldn’t be more than eight years old, posed like the subject of a renaissance art piece and clearly none too pleased about it. He’s got the same soft brown hair and mischievous eyes as Maxwell, his face dusted with freckles and mouth pulled into a barely concealed pout.

“Oh my god,” Maxwell laughs. “Yeah. That’s… yeah.”

“You were cute.” Riley bumps her hip against his, grinning. He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, looking at the painting sheepishly.

“My parents, they were really into the ‘nobles’ thing,” he says, “You know, ridiculous estates and portrait painting and etiquette classes, all that. I mean, I guess you have to be when you are a noble. I mostly let Bertrand handle that stuff now.”

Riley holds out her free hand and traces the curve of his painted face, the rough brush strokes in sweeping lines under her fingertips. She smiles.

“Bertrand would kill me if he knew I was letting you touch the paintings,” Maxwell says.

“Bertrand would kill you if he knew you were letting me touch you.”

“Touché.”

She steps back from the portrait, squeezing Maxwell’s hand gently. “Your parents, what were they like?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, and she worries she’s treaded into inadmissible territory. She turns to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, you don’t have to—“

“No, Riley,” he smiles, but it’s sad. “It’s fine.”

He looks up at the painting for a long moment, and she wonders how much of that baby-faced boy is still a part of him. He still has those faded freckles across his cheeks, that air of something…. more, like he’s privy to a thousand secrets one could never hope to know. She suddenly wishes he were as much of an open book as he likes to say he is.

“My parents were… well, I guess they’re pretty self-explanatory.”

“What do you mean?”

He’s still got his eyes on the painting, but his jaw is set. “You’ve been in the study.”

“Duh.”

He breaks for a moment, to shoot her a smile, but then he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “So, that’s my dad.”

“The study?”

“Yeah.” He frowns. “We didn’t change anything in there after he died. It just… felt weird. And there’s already all these rooms in this place, it’s not like we needed another one. So now it’s just there, filled with polo trophies and fencing equipment and all that ‘nobles’ shit.”

“And Drake,” she adds, a tentative step towards levity. Maxwell pulls her closer, letting go of her hand so he can slip his arm around her waist. He doesn’t have to say it, but she knows he’s grateful for the reprieve.

“And Drake. Unfortunately.” He looks at her and smiles. “You would’ve liked my mom.”

“Yeah?” Riley smiles back.

“Yeah. Well, I know she would’ve liked you, anyway.”

They make their way down the rest of the hall, passing more portraits and art pieces and the occasional odd sculpture, everything in brocade like something out of her high school history books. She runs her fingers across gilded wallpaper and marble shelves, still marveling at the fact that this, somehow, has become her life.

“What’s New York like?” Maxwell asks her. “I mean, I know what the tourist parts are like, thanks to Liam, but what’s your part like?”

“My part?” She tilts her head. “Uh, not that great, honestly. My part is a shitty studio in Queens with an elevator that doesn’t work, a roach problem, and a toilet that only flushes half the time. I don’t even have a bedframe, I just sleep with my mattress on the floor, and sometimes if I’m lucky, there isn’t a drunk guy peeing on my stoop when I come home from the late shift.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Maxwell says, and the funny thing is that she can’t quite tell if he’s joking or not.

“Can I quote you on that? My landlord keeps asking me to leave him a Yelp review.”

Maxwell looks puzzled. “I thought… you didn’t have nobility in America?”

Riley shoots him a bemused look. “We don’t.”

“But then, why would you…?”

It takes her a moment, but then she shoves his shoulder and laughs. “Oh my god, wait, are you talking about my landlord? That’s the guy who owns the place I rent. It’s just like, a name for rental property owners. God, you’re such a one-percenter.”

“Shut up,” He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Things are different in Cordonia, okay?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t know what a landlord is. I can’t believe you thought landlords are literal lords of the land.”

Maxwell makes a face at her, and she doesn’t even remotely try to stifle her giggles. “Excuse you, the only ‘landlords’ I know are literal lords of the land, so it was a logical conclusion.”

Riley taps him on the nose before turning away dramatically, hand on her heart. “Deepest apologies, Lord Beaumont. I would never disrespect your status or your land.”

“Hilarious.” He crosses his arms, but he’s smiling.

“Please accept this token of my atonement,” she continues, lifting some imaginary skirts so as to further sashay down the hall, “Imported from the duchy of Newest York, one hundred — no — one thousand of our finest Manhattan pigeons.”

Riley dips down in a ridiculously low curtsey, stumbling forward a bit and catching herself with a laugh. “Perchance would you like to visit with one of our most prestigious landlords? He is so terribly fond of — Max!”

She shrieks as he comes up behind her, arms around her waist, pulling her close and spinning her. She can feel the breath of his laughter against her neck, his whispered, “Shhh, you’ll wake everyone up,” and the way his fingers linger on her when he sets her down.

Riley, flushed, brushes her hair out of her face and adjusts her shirt. “You’re the worst.”

“I accept your pigeons,” Maxwell says with mock formality. “And I would love to meet your landlord.”

“Oh, you really shouldn’t, the pigeons are fucking gross.”

“Okay, pass on the pigeons then.”

“My landlord is gross too.”

He sighs. “You’re not making a great case here.”

Riley smiles, and compelled with a sudden irresistible urge to touch him, reaches out and runs her fingers along his jawline. She almost expects to feel the brushstrokes there too, a perfect likeness of his childhood painting, all grown up and still off-limits.

“You could come visit, if you want,” she says softly. “The mattress is a twin, but we can make it work.”

He kisses her, and she closes her eyes and lets herself believe for a moment that they’re not here, not in this ridiculous world full of princes and balls and family portraits, but somewhere else, somewhere loud and brash and filled with the scent of street food and smoke and dreams yet to be realized.

But of course, they aren’t.

“Come on,” he says, his voice gentle against the sudden sharpness of the moment. “Let’s go finish packing.”

They walk back to the room hand-in-hand, and Maxwell helps her fold things and find things and then sits on the suitcase so she can shove everything in properly and zipper it away. The sky stops getting darker and starts getting lighter, and the laughter between them grows less practiced and more delirious as they finish up.

She smiles when she steps out of her bathroom, face washed and hair up, to find him tucked in against her pillow, finally stolen into sleep by his own exhaustion. It’s a rare occasion to find Maxwell so utterly still, and she stands there for a second watching him.

She’s known for quite some time that she’s fucked. This whole situation: the competition, the prince, the stupid stupid boys. She’s just fucked, no way around it.

But as she lingers in the doorway, memorizing the rise and fall of his chest, it occurs to her that she is now — for lack of a better term — royally fucked.

---

It’s as if she’s barely slept at all when she feels his hand on her shoulder. “Riley? Hey, time to get up.”

She burrows her face back towards her pillow, trying desperately to shut out the light filtering in through the curtains. Maxwell, however, refuses to be shut out.

“We’re leaving in an hour or so, if you want to get ready.” He sounds just as tired as she feels, and she realizes then that he’s most likely spent the entire night here, with her, probably shoved into the corner while she bundled herself in covers. The thought makes her sit up suddenly, blinking blearily into Maxwell’s face, only a few inches from hers.

“Oh,” he says. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she says back.

They look at each other for a moment, Riley squinting up at him as she adjusts to the rush of sunlight. Under the sudden scrutiny of his gaze, she pulls the blankets up around her, a flush spreading into her cheeks as she realizes what she must look like: hair a tangled mess, sleep marks across her face, oversized t-shirt hanging in a particularly unflattering way.

“What’s the ‘Knicks’?” Maxwell asks.

“Hmm?” She quirks an eyebrow in confusion, and he nods at her shirt. She looks down. “Oh. Basketball team. They’re the… uh, the professional team for New York.”

“Do you like them?”

“I like their shirts.”

He laughs, turning away from her to slip down onto the floor. “Sometime, will you teach me what basketball is?”

“You guys don’t have basketball in Cordonia?” Riley lets the blankets fall back around her and pushes herself out of the bed with the intent to follow him, but the hardwood is like ice against her feet. She lingers near the familiar warmth of the covers while she watches him go.

“We don’t have a lot of stuff in Cordonia,” he answers. “Basketball, Disneyland, those breakfast things you like.”

“Pop-tarts?” Riley grins, crossing her arms. “Yeah, real bummer on that one.”

“Prom, Costco, monster trucks,” Maxwell continues, “And we’ve barely even got you for much longer, so.”

The words hit her harder than expected, and the smile drops from her face just as her arms fall to her sides. The chill of the floor spreads up from her feet, twisting its way through her body and settling in her heart.

Maxwell heads towards her suitcase. He lifts it down off the table, yanks the handle up until it clicks. “Come on, you gotta get dressed. I’ll take your bag out to the car.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, hands fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Will you come back?”

He turns his head, eyes ghosting over her face as she bites harder into her lip.

“Riley…” he says, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pulling her shoulders up in what she hopes looks like a nonchalant shrug. “Just, big day, you know.”

“Understatement.” He smiles at her, and the sinking feeling subsides.

“What should I wear?” she asks, in a feeble attempt to keep him in the room a few moments longer.

“Definitely just that. The king and queen will be so impressed.”

“Shut up.” She sticks her tongue out, reaching back to pull the comforter up from the bed and around her shoulders before crossing toward the closet.

“No I’m serious, the press will not be able to stop talking about it. Bertrand will love that.”

She whacks him with the comforter as she passes. “You know what else Bertrand will love?”

“What?”

“You spending the night in my room.”

He laughs. “Okay, okay, point taken.” He turns to grab her suitcase, but not fast enough to keep her from noticing the blush rising in his cheeks. She laughs too, pulling open her closet door.

“Go get dressed,” he calls after her, “I’m actually taking your stuff out this time.”

“As you wish, Lord Beaumont.” She twirls around to drop in a curtsey, blowing him a kiss as he makes a face at her and heads out the door.

---

Riley wakes up to Maxwell once more, her face smashed in against his shoulder in the back of the car. She lifts her head, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, only to meet Bertrand’s disapproving ones.

“You have lines on your face,” he says disdainfully. “You look wretched.”

Riley sits up, rolling her neck and wincing. “Thanks, B. Are we at the airport?”

“Yeah,” Maxwell answers, seemingly unfazed by her using his arm for a pillow. She hopes she didn’t drool. “There’s coronation traffic, but that’s to be expected. We’ll be at the plane in five.”

Riley looks out the window, expecting to see the familiar bustle of brake lights and taxicabs that punctuate all her visits to JFK. However, all she finds is a great wide sea of black tarmac and planes.

She turns to Maxwell and Bertrand. “Wait, where are we?”

“The airport.”

“No, I — yeah, I know that. But where are the people?”

Maxwell looks confused. “…On the planes?”

“Don’t we, y’know, have to go through security and stuff? Or is that not a thing in Cordonia? Or like, don’t I need to show someone my passport and check my bag?” She nods her head in the direction of the trunk. “That thing is not gonna fit in an overhead compartment, I can already promise you that.”

The car slows to a stop and Maxwell laughs. “What? Riley, we’re broke, but we aren’t fly commercial broke.”

Riley says “Oh,” and then someone in a full suit and black sunglasses is opening her car door and saying, “Lady Riley, I’ll be taking your bags,” and she says “Oh,” and Maxwell says, “Thanks, they’re in the trunk.”

Riley whips her head around to face him, eyes wide. Maxwell shrugs. “Liam has a plane.”

Her eyes go even wider, and she pauses to make sure Bertrand is mostly out of earshot before whispering, “You didn’t think to tell me we’d be in an enclosed space with Liam for an extended period of time?”

He smiles sheepishly. “Well, the thought crossed my mind, but I was worried you’d try to cut your losses and run before we got here. And besides, he told me he wanted some time with you. To talk about something.”

Riley shoots him a pointed look before turning to slide out of the car. Talk to her about something! Great. What a mystery as to what it could possibly be.

The man in the suit, most likely a member of Liam’s security team, is already unloading their things from the trunk. She squints into the sunlight, eyes settling on the enormous white jet just a few hundred feet from their stop, its wings ringed with gold and an egregiously large Cordonian seal plastered along the side.

“Discreet,” Riley mutters, sighing as she heads off towards the staircase lowered down from the plane’s back entrance. She’s never boarded a plane like this before, not without hours of waiting and TSA screenings and watching as every other boarding group took their place ahead of her in line. The tiny staircase seems too easy, and the staff waiting at the bottom are too quick to offer her their arms as she climbs up into the ridiculous fixture of luxury.

As she makes her way inside, wandering slowly towards the aisle, she gawks at the interior: a scaled down recreation of the palace sitting areas, complete with ornate lamps and crystal stemware and what looks to be an entire grand piano off in the corner. Riley feels her stomach clench at the sight of it all, a reminder of how desperately she doesn’t belong in this world of opulence and glamour.

There’s a rustle of a curtain and footsteps behind her, and she turns, expecting to see Maxwell on his way in. She’s already whispering, “Max, I think I should—” before her eyes settle on the person who’s actually in front of her and she stops mid-sentence. “Oh, fuck.”

Drake looks her over and frowns.

“What are you doing here?!” she hisses, shoving him in the shoulder. “And why are you sneaking up on me?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he answers, leveled. “Pretty sure your boyfriend is still back at the car.”

Riley shakes her head, letting out an agonized sigh. “I am truly not in the mood for this, Drake.”

“Aldridge, you going soft? Can’t handle the banter anymore?”

“On Liam’s goddamn plane? Yeah, maybe it’s not the ideal choice of venue.” She crosses her arms, but her defense wavers. “Drake… you didn’t… I mean, you didn’t say anything, did you?”

He rolls his eyes. “Relax, I’m not that much of an asshole. Liam’s on a conference call in the diplomat suite anyway.”

“Diplomat suite?”

“It’s a big fucking plane.”

Riley lets her hands fall back to her sides, glancing around the room once more, eyes following the rows of soft leather seats.

“Well, thanks, I guess.”

He shrugs, looking everywhere but at her. “I know you’ll talk to him. You don’t need me to do it for you.”

She lets out a sigh. “Maxwell said he invited me on the plane so we could talk, so if you’re awaiting my downfall, it might come sooner than you think.”

“I’m not —” Drake looks taken aback, “Riley, come on, you know that’s not how I feel.”

She starts to say something in reply, but the sounds of footsteps coming up the staircase echo loudly into the cabin. Drake turns, and Riley feels her nervous tension ease. Maxwell is finally here, he’ll know how to handle Drake and she can just —

“Riley,” an all too familiar voice calls, “Is that you harping on and on in there?”

Riley grabs Drake’s arm, face twisted in horror, and mouths, Olivia? He nods, looking slightly pained, and then there she is at the landing — mouth twisted in distaste, red hair spilling out of a white fur hat, sheathed in some sort of emerald green evening coat that could probably cover Riley’s apartment rent for the next ten years.

Her mouth curls up into a smile when she sees them. “Oh lovely, I was right.”

She steps into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood, and drapes her arm across Drake’s shoulder, leaning against him as she surveys Riley. “You do know we’re going to a coronation ball, right?”

“Wonderful to see you too, Olivia,” Riley replies with a grimace.

Olivia smiles again, straightening up and patting Drake dismissively on the back. “Hey Drake, will you be a dear and roll out the bar cart? I have a feeling we’re going to need some drinks.”

Drake rolls his eyes so hard it almost looks painful. “Sure Olivia, I will happily roll out the bar cart. For myself.”

As he turns and pushes past her, she frowns, watching him walk away with a hand on her hip. When he disappears through the cabin door, she looks back at Riley. “Is he always so pleasant?”

“Pretty much, yeah. You’d think you two would get along.”

Olivia arches an eyebrow. “Cute.”

She hears someone else coming up the stairs and prays it’s Maxwell this time. When she sees him step inside, she releases an audible sigh.

“Hey Riley, did Bertrand already come up here? I think he — oh.” His eyes fall on Olivia, who flutters her fingers in a wave. “Olivia?”

“And Drake.” Riley smiles through gritted teeth. “Isn’t it wonderful? Gang’s all here.”

Maxwell blinks. “Uh. Cool?”

Drake emerges from the door then, glass in hand, and stops short when he sees Maxwell. “Hey Max! Long time no see. Great talking with you in the study last night.”

Riley glares with the ferocity of a thousand suns. Maxwell blinks again. Olivia looks between all three of them and rolls her eyes. “You guys are so fucking weird.”

She turns toward the closest seat and settles in, draping her legs across the length of it so the red bottoms of her high heels are on full display. She pulls an eye mask out of her purse, tugging it over her head. “I’m going to take a Xanax and listen to Ryan’s Roses. Do not even think about speaking to me.”

“Trust me,” Riley says under her breath, “It was the least of our concerns.”

part two.

#the royal romance #mc x maxwell #maxwell x mc #trr fanfic #trr #my fic #its probably gonna be three parts total #i will try to get part two out asap #there's not a lot of fluffy shit in this one whoops sorry?????#part two makes up for it i promise #wait or maybe part three #jk i dont know my own story

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