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cosmic-hearts · 5 years

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sunshower | lee jeno

lee jeno x reader

genres; fluff, romance, very slight angst

warnings; real cringey and cliche tbh (but otherwise none)

summary: a sunshower is a meteorological phenomenon in which rain falls while the sun is shining.

You always knew you were a child of the rain. In fact, the day you were born, the city was struck by one of the heaviest thunderstorms ever in history, and for the first few days of your life, lightning bolts would clash in deafening roars and hail would descend, spiralling sharply through the chaos under the grey skies as you slept soundly through it all. Born of storms and raised by thunder, you felt most alive when the cold wind nipped at your ears and icy droplets of rain pricked at your skin, sending spurts of electricity shooting through your system.

You also knew that not everyone liked the rain. In fact, some others hated it. This fact irked you very much— after all, who could detest of the feeling of sweet little drops of coolness kissing one’s skin lightly, like sprinklings of stardust, of the misty, elusive wind gently nuzzling one’s hair like the touch of a familiar lover?

Well, apparently Lee Jeno did.

If you were the heiress of the storm, Lee Jeno was the descendant of the sun.

For into his veins were woven sunshine and daylight, and when he smiled, his eyes morphed into sunbeams, casting rays of light so unbelievably bright. The only thing dark about him was his hair, but even so, it was a luxuriant sort of black that shone under the sunlight, giving it a dappled glow. His very being exuded warmth, drawing people to him like moths to a flame. Unlike the storm which holds a more covert, concealed sort of charm people find harder to uncover, the sun’s glory is highly visible, its warm rays easily felt and indulged in.

That was Lee Jeno. The polar opposite of you.

And you were perfectly happy to stay clear of him like you always did; after all, how could the sun and the storm coexist?

He couldn’t seem to do the same, though.

The clashing of elemental forces began when he caught you playing truant during gym class. In your defence, you simply couldn’t help yourself; the skies had darkened to a lovely silvery hue and a light, hazy drizzle had begun. This kind of rain was one of your many favourites, because it meant that you could frolic freely within its depths without fear of getting too wet and therefore sick. You had tried going out into a massive storm before, and it hadn’t gone down well with both your immune system and your parents.

So the weather was simply irresistible, and the rain had called enticingly out to you in sweet, seductive whispers. You couldn’t miss this opportunity. And so when you thought no one was paying attention, you slipped quietly out of gym class and headed straight for the rooftop, where you could bask in the pure, unadulterated joy of being alone with the one thing you love most.

All was well, until a voice struck you out of your reverie, and that’s when you looked up to see Lee Jeno coming towards you with a frown on his usually cheerful face.

“What are you doing out here?” His voice is muffled slightly by the pitter-patter of raindrops colliding onto the cement beneath your feet.

Truth to be told, this is the first time you’re seeing him upset. Usually he’s always smiling, and nothing seems to faze him.

“I could say the same to you,” you shoot back, annoyed that your peace has been disturbed. You’re not antisocial—at least, you wouldn’t admit you were—but you just really treasure your alone time. Being with people drains the energy out of your system, but for Lee Jeno, it seems like he thrives off being around others, like a leech feeding off their energy.

“I followed you,” Jeno says matter-of-factly, “I was curious.”

You roll your eyes and swing your feet over the ledge, dangling them over the cityscape below you. Jeno’s eyes widen at this and he immediately rushes to your side, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders, steadying you.

“What are you doing?!” He exclaims, visibly shaken by your bold action.

His touch sends heatwaves of shock burning through your skin and fizzing through your nerves. Perhaps it is because he is the sun and you are rain, so his touch feels extra hot to you. So warm and foreign is this feeling that you almost flinch under his palm.

“Look, it’s fine. I do this all the time,” you say curtly, moving your shoulder ever-so-slightly to shake off his hold.

At this, Jeno sighs, resigned to your unwavering obstinance. “Okay, fine. But you’re gonna catch a cold if you stay out here for too long.”

“Jeno, why do you care?” You weren’t trying to be a smart mouth, but you genuinely could not fathom Lee Jeno’s sudden interest in caring for your welfare. You two had never been close, nor was he responsible for you in any way.

“I’m class president. It’s my duty to look out for my classmates,” he says robotically, and it sounds rehearsed to your ears.

You smirk a little. “Go look after the rest of them at gym class then. Make sure they don’t get hurt.”

Jeno sighs, before crouching down on the ground and taking a seat beside you. He crosses his legs, though; he harbours no particular desire to fall to his death.

“I was just worried, all right? I mean, who goes out to the rooftop in this weather?”

You ignore his yapping by your ear, instead holding out your hand, imagining resting all your burdens and troubles on your palm. With every raindrop that comes into contact with your palm, you feel life’s worries being washed away into oblivion, gifting you with a clean, fresh slate that’ll last until the next rainfall. You’d been doing this since you were young; it amused your parents to no end, but no one understood the significance of this little ritual you held dear to your heart.

“You’re noisy,” you say, your tone not biting or sharp but more factual. “You talk a lot, Jeno.”

At this Jeno stops rambling, opting instead to scratch the back of his neck with his hand. “Ah, really? I’m just… trying to fill the silence, I guess. You’re really quiet, you know.”

You smile slightly and turn your head to the side so that Jeno can’t see it.

“I have to go now. I’ll just… tell Mr Kim that you’re not feeling well.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re not going to report me?”

At this, Jeno chuckles lightly. “Hey, I can’t fault you for hating fitness conditioning, can I? Who in their right mind likes burpees?”

You actually don’t mind the burpees, but you decide not to tell him the real reason you’re skipping. Not that you mind, but he’d probably brand you a freak if he didn’t already think you one. Again, not that you mind.

“But I will report you if you really get sick in the rain. Here,” Jeno says, shrugging off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders, as if it were the most natural thing to do. When his fingertips accidentally brush against your neck you feel a warm, crimson blush creeping across your cheekbones and you’re momentarily dazed. Every time he touches you it feels like you’ve been grazed by a ray of sunlight— so warm and gentle it feels that you honestly can’t find it in yourself to complain. Plus his jacket feels so cosy, and despite it being oversized it somehow manages to be a perfect fit for you. And you’re a sucker for oversized sweaters, especially during the rainy season.

“Much better,” he declares in satisfaction, “I’ll see you in class later.”

—

You don’t know what came over you when you caught sight of Lee Jeno a few weeks later stuck at the school gate, unable to go home because of the pouring rain, and instantly deciding that you couldn’t just pretend to not notice him and leave.

You take a deep breath, braving yourself for the sacrifice you were about to make.

Marching right up to him, you thrust your only umbrella into his hand, before turning immediately on your heel and running off into the embrace of the heavy downpour, hearing Jeno yell your name amid the howling winds but refusing to look back.

I must be the greatest fool ever, you think to yourself as you feel your clothes beginning to cling to your skin, and cringe at the feeling of water seeping into your shoes and permeating through your socks. You weren’t exactly the most self-sacrificing person, and you have no idea what possessed you to act like an impulsive, idiotic teenager incapable of rational thought.

Cheers to getting a hell of a dressing-down from your mom about running in the rain. This wouldn’t be the first time, but if she knows you did it deliberately to help someone else, especially since it’s not like you forgot your umbrella or anything… You couldn’t even begin to fathom the consequences.

You reach the traffic light, where unfortunately you have to wait in the rain for the light to turn green, and in the meantime, the cold begins to ooze into your bones. The harsh wind pinches the tips of your ears and an involuntary shudder passes through your body. It’s especially cold today; you really don’t get cold easily and in fact you revel in it most times, but this is just too much.

Suddenly the rain pouring over you seems to cease; it’s as though an imaginary umbrella has been held over your head. When you look you, you realize that it’s not an imaginary umbrella but a real one, and with a jolt you realize that it is in fact your umbrella and Lee Jeno is towering over you, his expression dark, perhaps even darker than the clouds marring the sky.

“You’re so stupid, Y/N,” he says in a chiding tone, and you feel like a scolded puppy, but at the same time you can’t ignore the feeling of his warm breath hitting your cheek as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. The chill in your bloodstream begins to abate, replaced by a tingling sense of warmth that Jeno’s body heat provides.

“Why the heck did you do that? Shit, you’re cold as ice. You’re gonna get sick tomorrow,” Jeno says, eyebrows furrowed deep with lines of worry. You looks even more upset than when he did when he caught you on the rooftop, and it scares you a little since Lee Jeno is never upset.

“I-I’m fine,” you begin to stutter but you can barely squeeze another utterance in when you break out into a violent sneeze, and Jeno tightens his grip around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” he says, tone softer now, eyes gentler, too. You can barely hear him against the sound of rain lashing against the sidewalk but you know that his voice is strong and firm and strangely enough it comforts you, makes you feel safe.

For the first time, you learn what it feels like to bask in someone’s warmth and company, even if no words are exchanged. Sometimes, silence deepens relationships the same way conversation does.

Honestly, It feels nice.

It feels even better when Jeno hands you his sweater afterwards, a big grey oversized thing which smells warm and lemony and fresh, and makes sure you’re all snugly wrapped up before leaving you.

That same day, after the cessation of the storm, a dazzling rainbow breaks through the saturnine clouds and you feel your heart lift with wings of hope.

—

You hold two freshly washed and dried, neatly folded sweaters in your arms as you walk towards Jeno’s locker, where he’s standing with his back against the metal door.

Just as you’re about to call out to him, a girl walks up to him and when Jeno sees her he breaks out into the largest smile you’ve ever seen, as if he’d just struck gold. It struck you then, how good they looked together; they both had that million-dollar smile that could light up the world and give direction to all the lost planets of the universe; they both had beautiful, bright smiling eyes, and they both looked like the world around them had dissolved into oblivion as they basked in each other’s company.

You watch as the girl slips something into his hands, and his smile grows impossibly larger; it’s almost blinding. He places his hand on top of her head, ruffling her strawberry blonde tresses while she pouts in pseudo-annoyance.

If Jeno was your sun, this girl had to be his.

A slight, painful twinge seizes your heart. It’s slight, but it’s sharp.

For you were perfectly aware that you could never be his sunshine.

Eyes downcast, you turn away from them and slip back into the shadows, just as huge storm clouds begin to loom in the overhead sky.

—

“I knew I’d find you here.”

The chilly winds that whipped your hair into tousled, tangled locks ceased the moment Jeno snuck out onto the rooftop to find you, armed with a big grin and his usual cheery countenance. You give him a feeble smile in return.

“Here, take this. It’s good for colds,” Jeno says, thrusting a thin tea packet into your hands.

“I’m not sick.”

“Hey, just take it, all right? I literally had to beg my sister for it; this is her favourite tea and she refuses to share it with anyone. After you braved that storm yesterday you’re bound to get a cold sooner or later.”

“Your… sister?”

“Yeah, my little sister. She’s a selfish little brat, but I managed to convince her to give me one. Promise me you’ll drink it, I have to do all her chores for tonight in return,”Jeno says, insistent, as he curls his lips into a pout. How adorable.

“O-Okay,” you say, still reeling slightly over the shock of having discovered that the girl that nearly caused you to lose your composure, was, in fact, Jeno’s younger sister. That explained the undeniable genetics.

“Thank you, Jeno,” you say sincerely, slipping the little packet of ginger tea in your coat pocket, “Help me say thank you to your sister as well. She’s adorable. You’re really lucky to have her.” She’s really lucky to have you.

Jeno’s eyes widen at this and he nudges your shoulder in disbelief. “Hey, what are you saying? She’s lucky to have me as her older brother! The things I do for that little rascal. There was this one time she…”

You would have liked to say that you were paying attention to Jeno’s words, but unfortunately you were only paying attention to him; you get sucked into the gentleness of his gaze and it’s hard for you to focus on the utterances leaving his cherry lips. His eyes are beamy black, like pools of obsidian ink, yet their shine is so impossibly lustrous that it captivates you in a stronghold and refuses to let you go.

And that’s when you realize that you’ve fallen irrevocably in love with the sun.

—

With the cognizance that you had fallen in love with Lee Jeno, the boy who had been handcrafted by Apollo himself, came the crushing realization that your feelings would amount to nothing.

He would never like you in that way, not when you two were polar opposites, elements of nature that should not and cannot coexist. He was a brilliant, vivid flame; you were the wind that snuffed it out. It wasn’t that you looked down on yourself or anything or thought that you weren’t good enough for him, you just thought you two couldn’t be more incompatible and being around him would just drive the wedge deeper into your heart, the wedge that told you that you two would never work.

So you began your heart-wrenching struggle to distance yourself from him, to pretend that the spark between you two didn’t exist, that your feelings for him didn’t exist.

Jeno isn’t dumb; he’s painfully aware of the way you avoid his gaze, respond to his morning greetings with a perfunctory nod, pick the seat furthest away from him as possible during classes and bolt out of the classroom as soon as class ends, before he has the opportunity to get to you. He’s also deeply plagued with the worry that he’s scared you away with his advances; what if you found him annoying or worse, feared him? He’s tried his best to befriend you in the gentlest way possible, suppressing the urge within him that desires to let his true feelings out to you, telling himself not to rush things.

Yes, Lee Jeno is in love with you, perhaps even more so than you were with him. He had been deeply intrigued by your love for the rain, by the way your eyes lit up whenever there was a downpour, by the way you so intrepidly embraced the element most people shied away from. The day you sacrificed your umbrella for him, as he watched your silhouette fade away into the rain, he felt so loved, but he also felt so damn angry at you for compromising your health for his sake, and a sleepless night confirmed that this mess of emotions was symbolic of the love he harboured for you. And soon it manifested in every little thing; just meeting your gaze was enough to make him weak, every friendly touch he shared with you was enough to set his heart on fire. He wishes so badly to be able to hold you closer, but he knows that you’re too amazing to fall for a guy like him, and he’s content with just being friends and getting to see your smile everyday.

So it pains him to no end when you avoid him, and he spends every waking moment trying to figure out why.

Then it hits him.

What if you found out?

The thought is absolutely unbearable, and as though he’s been galvanized into action by some unseen force, he races out into the pouring rain onto the rooftop, where he knows you’d seek refuge.

Indeed, there you sit, holding out your hand to the sky, letting the drops of cool rain rinse away the worries on your palm. Unbeknownst to Jeno, today you had mentally placed on it your love for him and commanded the rain to wash it away into obscurity. Usually this ritual is a refreshing process for you, and lifts all your burdens off your shoulders, but today it simply makes your heart grow heavier, and with every drop of rain that lands on your skin you feel a sort of aching emptiness gnaw away at your soul.

I’m sorry, Jeno.

Suddenly, your feel a strong, warm grip on your outstretched palm, and as you squint you realize that Jeno is in front of you, interlacing his fingers with yours as he brings your palm down, away from the rain and by his side.

He takes a deep breath, and as you look closely at him you realize that his face is wet and his eyes are red, and you can’t tell whether he got soaked in the rain or he’s been crying.

“Hey,” he whispers, his voice a soft baritone, and your resolve just about crumbles right then and there. You didn’t realize how much you missed his voice, his face, his presence, his everything.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, stepping closer to you, your legs almost pressing against his torso. “I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.”

That is when your universe ceases rotation.

“Y-You what?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I know I ruined things between us by falling in love with you, and I’m really sorry. I just… I can’t help it. I know you don’t feel the same way, that’s why you’re avoiding me, but I really needed to talk to you and—,”

“Lee Jeno, stop it.”

Jeno’s eyes widen in hurt and his grip on your hand loosens, his gaze downcast. “Sorry.”

“N-No, that’s not what I meant. I have something to say.”

You suck in a deep breath, and when you take his other hand in yours, he looks up at you again, question filling his eyes.

“Listen carefully, all right? I… I’m not avoiding you because I don’t like you, I’m avoiding you because… I like you so much that it hurts being around you knowing that you won’t like me back.”

It takes a moment for the impact of your words to hit Jeno, and when it finally registers, when he’s untangled your mess of verbalization to uncover your heart that now beats for him, he breaks out into the most beautiful smile, eyes disappearing into little crescents.

“Will you let me show you how much I like you?” Jeno asks, puppy eyes alight with hope.

You nod slightly, and Jeno raises both hands to cup your cheeks. His touch feels like the soft caress of warm sunglow, and you feel your cheeks burn in all their crimson glory. If Jeno noticed it, he doesn’t show it, as he’s too busy trying to calm his own beating heart. His eyes flutter shut and he presses his lips against yours, and all your thoughts halt.

His lips are slow, sweet and gentle against yours, and yet it is more than anything you could ever have imagined. The kiss is soft and mellow, a beautiful emblem of your newfound, realised love. It is at that moment that you finally understand what it’s like to be sunkissed.

When you two finally part you see that the sun has emerged from behind the dark clouds, casting its rays around you and Jeno in a warm embrace, but it’s still raining. The raindrops capture the sunlight during their descent, resembling little bits of spun gold fresh from the heavens.

A sunshower.

You look at Jeno and smile. The sun and the rain can become one, after all.

“You know, I used to be jealous of the rain that fell on your skin,” Jeno says, breaking the silence.

“Why?”

“It was closer to you than I’d ever been.”

It’s a terrible, cheesy line, probably stolen from Tumblr, but you smile, taking his hand and lacing his fingers between yours.

“Not anymore, my sun.”

a/n; aye its my first full-blown nct dream oneshot! hope you guys like it even though i cringed sooo hard when i was proofreading this and i legit regretted writing it lmao but i still wanted to put it out,,, feedback would be much appreciated :) also i haven’t forgotten about the jaemin fic i promised... like ages ago lmao i should really get down to it

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theangrypokemaniac · 5 years

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I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

...

Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

#maandpashipping #team rocket #ma james #pa james #ma and pa james #james #jessie #james's mom #james's dad #james's parents #rocketshipping #kanto #holy matrimony!

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starslikecandlelight · 5 years

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come, find me lying in the bed i made

A/N: my (late) contribution to day 3 of carolnat week ( @carolnatweek ). i went with one fic, scrapped it last minute and decided to write another short one-shot, ended up with a 4k word monstrosity instead, oops.

– – –

The first time Carol meets Natalia, she’s eleven years old, and out on her family’s annual camping trip.

She’s sharing the tent with her brother, who wouldn’t stop snoring, and she can’t seem to go back to sleep no matter how hard she tries, so she unzips the flap and slips out into the darkness outside the tent. The air outside is cool and heavy with the promise of a thunderstorm later that morning, and she tilts her head up, enjoying the cold breeze against her sweat-slicked face. The inky blackness of the night is slowly giving way to daylight now, and she can see the faintest streaks of pink starting to make their way across the sky – the forest surrounding them seems much less foreboding in the early dawn, the hulking, almost-sinister shadows of the trees fading into a dull, misty grey, and she scrambles her way up the trunk of the oak tree just at the edge of the clearing, sprawling herself across one of its lower branches as she waits for the rest of her family to wake.

Years later when she revisits this memory, she’ll notice how eerily quiet it is – it’s a forest at dawn, but where there should be the quiet chirping of birds around them and the rustling of other animals – deer, racoons, or even wild dogs and coyotes – in the forest undergrowth, there’s nothing, not even the whispering of the leaves in the wind.

But now – she’s oblivious to this almost-unnatural wrongness surrounding her, and she’s just about to close her eyes and nap up in the tree when –

It’s so faint that she just barely picks it up – a high-pitched, shrill scream from somewhere deeper in the forest in front of her. She raises her head from her arms and blinks sleepily, thinking for a moment that she’s misheard, but –

No, there’s another scream, louder this time; Carol almost falls out of her tree this time at the sudden bolt of terror and panic that lances through her.

They live in the suburbs, and Carol rarely spends any time in the woods – but she remembers one day, two years ago, they’d travelled upstate to camp here at their usual grounds, and Carol’s father had brought them down the trail, following the sound of a panicked screaming until they’d come across a coyote, its paw caught in a trap.

“Illegal traps,” she remembers her father explaining to them, pointing it out to them a safe distance away. The coyote’s nearly frothing at its mouth from fear and terror, and her heart clenches as it tries to tug itself free once more, yelping in pain – there’s blood coating the rusty metal springs of the trap around its foot, and the fur on its leg has been rubbed red and raw. “They’re not s’pposed to trap coyotes this way.”

“Why?” her brother had asked, wide-eyed and curious.

“It’s cruel. They take too long to die.”

She doesn’t remember what happened to the coyote afterwards, but she does remember the way it had shrieked at them, all shrill and panicked and so very terrified – and she follows the same screams now, deeper into the forest, her heart thundering in her chest.

It’s not a coyote waiting for her at the end of the trail, this time ‘round. It’s a –

A girl.

It’s a girl, around her own age, with the sharp iron teeth of the coyote trap caught around her ankle, and she’s scrabbling at it, her fingers red and bloody; when she looks up at Carol, her eyes are wide and wild and so desperate that it knocks Carol backwards for a moment and steals the breath out of her chest.

The girl’s movements still, and for a long moment, she stares across at Carol, before the faintest baying of a dog in the distance snaps her back to the present.

“Help,” she croaks out hoarsely, reaching out to Carol, and Carol doesn’t question – she drops to her knees, reaching out for the heavy iron cuff locked tight around her ankle; she fights back a shudder at the sight of the cruel metal teeth embedded into the girl’s skin and instead runs her fingers around the edge, looking for the spring that will release the mechanism and set her free. She can feel the weight of her brilliant green stare on her as she works, and for one long, dreadful moment, she thinks that she’s gotten it wrong, that she’d be stuck in the trap until Carol arrived with more help, but the lock gives a quiet click and falls apart in her hands.

The howling is getting louder now.

Carol catches the girl in her arms as she stumbles out of the trap, lets her lean against her while she regains her balance, and can’t help but stare – she’s so pretty, she thinks. The early-morning sunlight filtering though the leaves catches against her bright red hair, turns it into a beautiful fiery-gold, brilliant against her pale skin, and there’s something unearthly about her that makes Carol duck her head, suddenly shy.

“Thank you,” she feels a hand, warm and hesitant, rest against her wrist. “You saved me.”

She shrugs, self-conscious. “It was the right thing to do…”

“Natalia.” Natalia smiles at her, holding out her hand, and in spite of herself, Carol grins back in return and takes it.

“I’m Carol. Danvers.”

“Well met, Carol Danvers.”

They stand there for a moment, smiling stupidly at each other, until a short, sharp bark echoes through the branches, and Natalia drops her hand, her smile fading away, and Carol doesn’t even get the chance to say goodbye before she takes three steps through the trees and dissolves into the forest.

– – –

II.

The second time she runs into Natalia, she’s fifteen years old and traipsing through the forest after another argument with her parents; she crashes through the undergrowth, leaving a trail of mud and footprints in her wake as she fights her way to her spot at the bank overlooking the river. It’s where she likes to spend her time alone, away from the mess that’s the rest of the camp grounds; tourists rarely venture this far out into the woods anyway, and she enjoys the seclusion and the loneliness and the quiet here.

Except this time, she won’t be alone.

She spots Natalia as soon as she emerges from the trees and into the riverbank – it’s been four years, but she thinks that she’d recognise that red-gold hair anywhere. Natalia relaxes when she recognises Carol, waves a quiet greeting, and pats at the grass beside her in a silent invitation.

“Hello,” she begins simply, watching as Carol shucks her shoes aside to dip her toes into the gurgling river below. “Carol Danvers.”

“Hi, Natalia.”

They sit there quietly for a long moment, watching the rest of the forest pass them by – and Carol studies Natalia discreetly out of the corner of her eye, staring at the thick, angry-red and mottled scar that wraps around her left ankle, above the bone.

At least, she thinks she’s being discreet, but then Natalia turns and her lips twitch up into a knowing smile, and Carol can’t help the flush that rises up her neck and heats up her cheeks.

“You know, if you’re curious,” Natalia begins softly. “You can just ask.”

So Carol fishes her feet out of the water and draws her knees up to her chest when she turns to face Natalia, eyeing her. She’s wearing a thin, pale-grey dress today, slightly damp from the morning dew and the river, her hair pinned up into a long braid that reaches halfway down her back. Her shoes are nowhere to be seen, and Carol can’t help it – her gaze traces the raised red skin around her leg, and blurts out –

“Is that from the – “

“The trap, yes.”

“It looks…” She reaches out for a moment, half-wanting to touch, before pulling away, but Natalia doesn’t seem to mind; wrapping her fingers around Carol’s wrist, she tugs until her fingers are brushing against the cool skin. It doesn’t seem to hurt anymore – Natalia stiffens slightly, doesn’t react further when Carol runs her hand over the bumps and ridges marring her ankle, but Carol can’t suppress the shudder deep in her chest. “Gnarly.”

Natalia’s brilliant green eyes track her movements when Carol releases her ankle; she relaxes, her shoulders slumping as crosses her legs and tucks her feet under her, every single movement quick and neat.

“I don’t do well around iron,” she tilts her head, meeting Carol’s gaze.

“Allergies?”

Natalia laughs, the sound bright and happy. “I suppose one could put it that way, yes.”

They put away the topic for the rest of Carol’s trip, and Natalia shows her around the forest, brings her to all her favourite spots that Carol’s never seen before – there’s another clearing further away from the main trail where no-one ever visits, and a tiny waterfall upstream of the river, and another spot where they spend one entire afternoon otter-watching. She half-envies the way Natalia seems to stalk through the forest, silent and surefooted, the trees almost appearing to part way for her while Carol trips and stumbles over the root of every other tree they pass by.

“How d’you do it?” she’d grumbled, once, and Natalia had laughed, reaching out a hand to pull Carol back to her feet.

“Practice.”

The night before Carol goes home after summer, they’re sitting at the edge of the river, watching the fish dance their way between their legs, and Carol reaches out to grab Natalia’s hand.

“Spend the night with me,” she begs, half-crestfallen when Natalia shakes her head – she’d been having the time of her life with her, and doesn’t want to part ways just yet. “Please? We can have a sleepover and stay up all night and talk until I have to go.”

Natalia hesitates for a long moment, squares her shoulders, before nodding once. “Okay.”

It’s not hard to sneak Natalia past her parents and into her own tent – they’re already snug in their tent and half-asleep, and her brother barely looks up from his phone when they slink past, they collapse into a fit of giggles while Carol fumbles with the zipper, shutting them into their own little world together.

She reaches up to flick on the lamp swinging off the tent pole and blinks in the dim glow – Natalia’s face is suddenly inches from hers, and she swallows, feels the heat rising in her face and turns away hurriedly, hiding the flush across her cheeks.

“Here,” she pats at the ground beside her, and Natalia crawls over and settles herself beside Carol, and it suddenly strikes Carol how out of place Natalia looks, smiling at her all bright and graceful and so very ethereal against the dull, mundane backdrop of Carol’s daily life.

Natalia doesn’t share much, she’d learnt this days ago. She doesn’t talk about her home, or her family, or where she goes to school – but Carol is more than happy to fill the gap, telling Natalia about her brother (“He wants to go away for college after this year.”) and her parents (“My dad doesn’t like it much when I wander around out here.” “Why not?” “He thinks that girls should stay home and look after the house, but Mom tells him that he’s old-fashioned, so here I am.”) and her dreams (“I want to move out to the city one day far away from here, where my dad can never find me.”), the last thing she remembers telling Natalia is that she’d miss her when she goes back home before falling asleep.

When she wakes up the next morning, Natalia’s gone and she’s tucked neatly into her sleeping bag, and there’s no trace of the other girl left behind.

She takes a final glance back at the forest before her dad demands, impatiently, for her to get into their car.

I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

It’s three weeks later when Carol’s back at home, buried in a book about mythology before she nearly falls out of her chair when she reaches the section on fairies and fae folk.

She remembers the iron trap, its teeth buried deep in Natalia’s ankle, and Natalia’s comment, “I don’t do well around iron.”

“Allergies?” she had asked, and Carol groans, remembering the way Natalia had laughed, then; everything clicks into place suddenly, and she half-wishes she could return to the forest and seek her out and ask her if her suspicions are true.

God, I’m a fucking idiot.

– – –

III.

Natalia turns up outside her tent the year she turns eighteen.

She’s in her tent alone this year – her parents had dropped the family tradition after her older brother had moved away to college, and although they’ve never understood her obsession with the forest, either, they haven’t stopped her from coming back without them in tow. Brunnhilde, in the tent next to hers, is still snoring away (it’s almost amazing, Carol thinks, how she can still hear her over the thunder and the rain drumming on the thick plastic canvas of their tents), and Carol’s about to close her eyes when there’s a sudden looming shadow and a quiet, insistent scratching at her tent flap that startles her so much, she’s out of her sleeping bag in a heartbeat, her knife in hand, half-tempted to cut her way into Brunnhilde’s tent and crawl in with her for comfort.

It takes her one long minute to calm down – because she’s not a wimp, okay, but it is a dark forest, and old forest, miles away from the nearest town, and she hears the legends that the locals in the town whisper about the things that stalk through the trees at night; when her blood finally stops thundering through her ears, she can hear the faintest whisper, barely audible over the sounds of the forest and the rain.

“Carol?”

“Natalia?” She blinks once, incredulously, then reaches out to undo the flap of her tent; Natalia half-crawls, half-collapses inwards and into her arms; she’s soaked through and shivering from the cold, her pupils wide and blown. The shadows outside her tent – usually so comforting and familiar – are suddenly strange and alien in the storm, and she zips up the tent hurriedly, squinting a little against the spray of rain against her face. It’s warm in her tent, and safe, and she fumbles with the knots, making sure that they’re secure before turning back to Natalia, who’s backed up against the corner and curled in on herself, and Carol feels a sudden spike of apprehension in her chest.

In all the time she’s known Natalia, she’s never seen her look so scared and small before. It makes her chest ache with a strange mix of protectiveness and longing, and she gives in to her heart, reaches out and pulls Natalia into her lap, ignoring the dampness that soaks through her pyjamas and to her skin, and strokes her fingers through the bedraggled wet strands of hair escaping from their usual neat braid.

“Nat,” she breathes, and Natalia buries her face into her neck, but her shivering has stopped, so Carol takes it as a good sign. “It’s okay, you’re safe.”

She doesn’t know how long they remain there, huddled together in the corner of her tent with Natalia wrapped up securely in her arms – it might have been hours, because she half-remembers hearing the storm pass overhead, the rain slowly fading into the distance, and half-remembers Natalia growing limp and slack in her arms, her breaths coming in steady puffs, tickling against the skin of her neck. She also remembers tightening her grip around Nat as she closes her eyes, half-afraid that when she wakes up, she’d find her gone again, leaving no trace of herself behind; but when the morning comes, and she blinks awake to find Nat still curled up in her arms, green eyes staring up at her, watching her as she’d slept.

“Y’know, it’s usually considered creepy to stare at people while they sleep,” her voice comes out hoarse and croaky, but Natalia doesn’t laugh – instead, she reaches out for Carol’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and Carol feels a rush of warmth bloom in her chest.

“Thank you,” Natalia whispers quietly, rubbing her thumb over the back of Carol’s hand. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Fairy-folk trouble?” The question spills from her lips before she can stop herself (though in her defence, her curiosity had been bubbling within her for years) – Natalia stiffens in her arms, slipping off her lap to sit across her, her face tight and drawn.

“You know.”

“I guessed,” she shrugs. “It wasn’t that difficult.”

“Then you should know that there are things that want to keep us out of your world – they chase us out, or hunt us down to kill us – “

“The hunters,” Carol murmurs, remembering the first time she’d met Natalia, and when Nat nods, she shivers, feeling sick and cold that the idea of grown men cornering Nat alone in the forest. “Why?”

“We guard the old places,” Natalia explains, her voice soft. “We stop people from hurting the land, and when we’re here, the old magic is strongest, and the forest thrives. Some people don’t want that, and they’re winning.”

“And when they do?”

“We go away.” Her eyes meet Carol’s, dark and tired and glimmering with unshed tears. “The magic leaves – it’s fading away even now, and the doorways between your world and mine will close, and I lose this place forever.”

A pause.

“I lose you.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You can come with me, I’ll bring you up to my college and you’ll be safe there, they’ll never be able to find you and you don’t have to worry – “ she doesn’t even realise that she’s begun rambling until Natalia shakes her head.

“This is where I belong, Carol Danvers. If I follow you – I lose my magic. I lose this forest, I lose my home.”

“But I don’t want to lose you.”

They fall silent for a moment; Natalia doesn’t move away when Carol leans over and cups her cheek in her hand, brushing her thumb over her cheek before tilting her head up; she doesn’t say no when Carol hovers over her, before pressing her lips to Natalia’s in a slow, sweet kiss.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she repeats again.

Their argument goes nowhere for the rest of the summer – when Carol goes home after summer, she goes home with Brunnhilde and a promise from Natalia to write to her, whenever she can. Natalia comes to see her off, and Carol pulls her away from prying eyes.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I know.”

“Don’t forget – “

“ – To write, I know that, too.”

But the smile on Nat’s face is fond and soft, and Carol closes her eyes when Natalia pulls her into a hug, inhaling the sharp-forest scent that clings into her, before Brunnhilde presses on the horn once, twice, and then Carol has to let go.

– – –

Interlude:

Natalia keeps her word, and writes to Carol while Carol’s away at college, four states away; they’re long, rambling letters about how the trees are faring this year, and how many new birds hatched that spring, with precious little detail about how she’s faring, but Carol cherishes every single one of her words anyway, running her finger over the loopy cursive handwriting over the paper.

Carol keeps hers, and goes back to the forest every summer. It’s always a relief to see Natalia, sitting at the riverbank waiting for her – they never talk about the time slowly running out for them, and spend the time walking through the land hand-in-hand; she doesn’t even complain when Natalia decides to sit her down and braid the flowers she’s been picking into her hair.

“Come with me,” she tells Natalia at the end of every summer, holding her close, wishing that she can pull Nat into her and never let her go.

“You can’t make me choose between my home and you,” Natalia replies, and Carol never pushes her.

She kisses Natalia, long and sweet, before parting ways, always wondering, at the back of her mind, if she’ll ever get to see Natalia again.

– – –

IV:

She comes back alone for the last time the summer after she graduates from college, before she moves across the country and to New York for good; Natalia is waiting for her at her usual clearing this time, sitting on the oak tree at the edge of the clearing where Carol had spent so much time on, so many years ago.

“I heard you driving in,” she slips off the branch to greet her, and when Carol pulls her close, she notices with a rising concern that Natalia seems tired, now. Duller. The sharp scent of the forest doesn’t seem to cling to her as strongly as it did before, and it’s like whatever magic that had tied her to the other world had faded away, leaving something ordinary and human and mortal behind.

She pulls away slightly, meeting Nat’s eyes – they’re no longer that sharp, bright green that she remembers from the years before, but still brilliant all the same, and Natalia shrugs, giving her a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

“I’m coming with you.”

There’s a wild excitement that rises in Carol’s chest, before the accompanying guilt washes over her. “Nat, I – ”

“This forest is dying, Carol. The doorways are closing now, there’s just one left, and when it does – I don’t want to lose you.”

“Are you certain?”

And Natalia takes her hand, squeezes it once. “Yes.”

They spend the next week walking through the woods together at night. The heavy, otherworldly presence that used to hang over the trees is fainter now, and fading away, and it’s safe, Natalia tells her, for them to wander around, even without a lamp at night. She takes Carol down the winding path that leads to her home, but where there nothing there except a copse of trees, their limbs stunted and twisted into strange shapes by a force that Carol can’t begin to explain. They linger there, hand in hand, until the sun sets and the fireflies begin to emerge; there’s a weak glimmer amongst the trees, an odd, weak shimmer in the air, and Natalia watches it but doesn’t move, her face pale and determined, until it gives out entirely, and fades away into the darkness for the last time.

Carol opens her mouth to speak, but Natalia beats her to it. “Let’s go home.”

Home refers to the tent they share now – to the way Natalia curls up into her each night, her head tucked against Carol’s shoulder and their legs in a tangle under the sleeping bag. It’s the way Carol can relax, closing her eyes to the sound of Nat’s steady breathing in her ear, secure in the knowledge that Natalia had chosen her this time, had chosen to stay behind while the doorway back to her home had collapsed in on itself and shut, forever. It’s the way Nat works beside her, dressed in Carol’s old college t-shirt (which looks oversized on her), her red hair tied up in a loose ponytail, when they pack up Carol’s old car together and the way she reaches out for Carol’s hand, sitting in the passenger’s seat beside her.

Home is the car when Carol takes her long-planned road trip up from Louisiana up to New York, where she has a new job and a crappy apartment waiting for her with her name on the lease – but unlike in her plans, she has a passenger tagging along with her. Natalia’s in the seat next to her with the window wound down; the wind whips her red curls ‘round her face when she throws her head back, laughing at Carol’s terrible imitation of The Beatles when she croons along to Here Comes the Sun on the radio.

(She offers to drive, twice, after Carol nearly runs them off the road in the middle of the night, but Carol points out – rightfully – that she has no driver’s license, and Natalia had pouted until Carol had promised to teach her how when they’ve settled down in the city.)

It’s the way they dance around each other in the mornings, fumbling around, half-asleep, trying not to be late for work. Nat finds a job at the florist near their home, and it’s not much, but it’s a steady job that helps them afford their rent, and the old lady who runs it takes a liking to her immediately, gushing over how she manages, somehow, to bring even the sickliest plants back to life.

It’s also the way they lie together on their mattress at night, the windows thrown open to let the heat out, listening to the city pass by under them. It’s loud and chaotic and so very overwhelming – a far cry from the forest Natalia had lived in all her life, Carol thinks, half-guiltily, but as though sensing her thoughts, Nat leans over her, and presses a kiss to her lips, slow and soft and sweet.

“I chose this,” she touches her forehead to Carol’s, and Carol closes her eyes, her adoration for the woman curled up with her welling deep in her chest, almost too much to bear. “I chose you.”

When she opens them again, Natalia is still staring down at her, her green eyes warm and soft. “I love you.”

– – –

A small family pulls up in a rental car in the campground in upstate New York. It’s the middle of summer, and the children – a pair of twin girls, both red-headed and green-eyed – scramble out of the car, half-wild with excitement, tugging at their mothers’ arms.

“Your mama and I met in a place like this, many years ago,” Carol tells her daughter, who wrinkles her nose slightly at the idea of her mother being young, once. She reaches out to lace her fingers with her wife’s. “Do you miss it?”

They had stopped by – a quick detour in a road trip back to Carol’s childhood home – a few years back, and the forest is gone, now, and there’s a new suburban town built in its place. Natalia tilts her head, considers her family for a moment, and shrugs.

“Not anymore. You’re my home.”

#carolnat #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #carol danvers x natasha romanoff #carolnathalloweek2019 #god this took way too long to write ksdksd #also as u can see #i took AU and absolutely went wild with it

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cheesybadgers · 4 years

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17 QUESTIONS

Thanks for the tag @ithinkwehitametaphor 😊

Nickname(s): I haven’t had one since I was at school I don’t think (which was a long time ago now) and that one was just an abbreviation of my surname.

Zodiac: Aries

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw (although screw JKR)

Last thing I googled: The name of a song I heard on someone’s Instagram story earlier.

Age: 34

Song stuck in my head: 911 by Lady Gaga

Amount of sleep: Absolutely not enough lol...probably about 5-6 hours a night, more on a weekend as I can have a lie in.

Dream job: Probably working behind the scenes on film/TV as something like a location manager.

Wearing: Linen trousers and a floaty, floral top. It’s been warm here today (well, by British standards, ha!).

Favorite songs: Oof waaaay too many to list! I go through phases of being obsessed with certain songs, but I suppose one of my long time favourites would have to be A Design For Life by Manic Street Preachers.

Favorite instruments: To play? Absolutely none. To listen to? Guitar or piano probably.

Aesthetics: Anything to do with Autumn: the colours of the leaves, cosy knitwear and comfy boots, drinking hot chocolate snuggled up indoors whilst it pours down outside, pretty sunsets in the late afternoon, the smell of cold, misty/frosty mornings and the way the nights start to draw in. Also ruined Abbeys, thunderstorms, quirky stationery and stargazing on a clear summer night.

Favorite authors: I think I’d have to say Susanna Clarke is my favourite.

Random fact about me: I’m short-sighted in one eye but long-sighted in the other. As are my mum and brother, so that’s a slightly weird family trait I suppose, lol. I think my prescription only tries to correct my short-sighted eye, otherwise it would confuse my brain too much trying to correct both with such vastly different lenses.

I won’t tag anyone in particular, but if anyone would like to have a go at answering these, please feel free!

#17 questions #Questions #Replies

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raleigh-ocean · 5 years

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the originals & valentine’s day | headcanons

Dara Ann Lynch

Billie couldn’t get her eyes off Dara, not today at least, but she had the feeling that she wouldn’t be able even if she was forced to. Her lover was searching for something in the wardrobe, clad in that flowery silk robe she had always owned and only that; her tattoos on display, thighs as well and even her scar was nothing compared to the beauty of the rest of her body; sporting again her hair short, disheveled from spending a day in bed with Billie; and then she singsang happily a ‘gotcha!’ and turned around with a tiny envelop in her hands.

“Close your eyes, honey,” and Billie looked at her like ‘do I really have to’ while sitting up in bed, which gained her a smirk and then the cutest pout ever, making her comply but open her arms so Dara could get in them, sitting in her lap. Which it was what the woman did automatically, having Billie’s arms circling her. “Was it that difficult, mhm? Okay, in the count of three. Three, two, one...”

When Billie opened her eyes, chin resting in Dara’s shoulder and caressing with her thumbs her belly over the robe, the tiny envelop was in reality a tiny velvet box. Open now, there was a metal pendant with a black stone - a black tourmaline - in between strings to hold it in place in the middle of it. “I know you don’t do the ‘stupid crystal stuff’ but...I have a friend that do handmade things with them, pulling a favor they owed me I got them to teach me and tada!” Billie lifted her hand so she could take it from the box by the silver chain attached to it. “Do you like it...?”

And Billie can only kiss Dara because she doesn’t even have words to say how much she likes it, loves it; she doesn’t know what to do to surpass this gift and, on top of all, she doesn’t want her lover to see how she actually teared up. Her chest is roaring, so loud that her heart hurts a bit, and when they finally broke the kiss the only thing Billie did was to press her forehead softly against’s Dara’s.

“Will you help me with the clasp, my Valentine?” she whisper softly, afraid to give away she’s really moved with the gesture.

She doesn’t need to say another word, because as soon Dara’s done, she can catch how full of love her lover’s eyes are filled with. And maybe Billie’s mind made up and making love to her once more was the best option, that sweet ol’ good love making.

At least it would give her time to rethink what to get her, because her now ‘lame’ plan of buying her a rose and inviting her for dinner sounded too little, too little for someone that deserved all the red roses Billie could buy in California and all the stars in the universe.

She was very much afraid of saying those three words Dara wanted to hear but let her take her time with, eight years already since they were together, but upon seeing how Dara’s eyes lit up in that way that made her younger later in the night when she gave her a whole bucket of roses...maybe, maybe, it made her feel that oh so awaited day was about to arrive.

Adriana Girardi

Sally has a hard time around these dates, who could blame her? But what she did not expect was for someone to get it worse than her.

When she had come downstairs, she couldn’t find an explanation of why Elizabeth had come down from her own room to the bar. But then she looked a bit better just to see how Adriana was all dressed up, days without actually doing so and just wearing sweatpants, with what it looked some really fancy clothes out of the 30s, her hair styled the same way and making Sally to picture her right there.

She was drinking from a tall champagne glass, as did Elizabeth, and then is when Sally managed to see that Adri was holding a dark blue velvet box in her free hand, dancing softly to the rhythm of the jukebox she managed to save in an auction.

“Every twenty years, she does that,” Elizabeth spoke up, hearing the silent question of her fellow ghost. “It’s a tradition already. She gets drunk on champagne and dance on her own for as long as she’s standing up, holding to the box she never gave her,” and her voice is not full of snark, there’s only a softness Sally’s sure she never heard in her. “My girl got it bad, Valentine makes her miserable...yet she manage to hold up to see another twenty years.”

Sally knew mere bits of Adriana’s life, but through the years together in the Cortez, she managed to catch as much as knowing her friend had lost someone so important that totally wrecked her. They stood there until Elizabeth had to pull her friend to sit in a couch nearby and Sally decided to sit by her side, full knowing Adriana wasn’t remotely sober enough to talk probably. But she stick to her, letting Elizabeth know she got her even when she was watching over from a corner of the bar. Adriana didn’t even muttered a word, she just sat there in silence and moving her arm just to keep the champagne getting in her system.

Worrisome? Of course, but rare? Not at all. She had watched the afflicted drink two whole bottles of vodka without blinking an eye, so this wasn’t weird at all. However, Sally was sad and needy and the question popped out of her when she saw how Adri managed to focus her eyes in something else that wasn’t her glass.

“Do you think someone will gift you something again?” it was a rude mumble, but it got the reaction of having her blink and look at her. “Today, I mean...I don’t think I’ll ever will anymore.”

And Adriana seemed to restart her whole being, like she really saw how from behind the drunk haze, something moved. And then her voice came out as steady as you can be after like ten champagne glasses.

“You wait here, okay? Don’t move, don’t you even dare, I’ll know,” her voice was so fucked up, but Sally stayed where she was. “Promise? Pinky promise.”

The only thing for Sally to do to let Adriana go was to accept her pinky. Then she set off somewhere, making Elizabeth to get in panic because she couldn’t be able to follow her, taking in count Adri was pretty much alive and could leave the Hotel as she pleased...which was what she always did, getting everyone worried.

However when she came back, a big box in her arms and a paper pocking out of her back pocket, Sally was too focused in her phone to notice her. Elizabeth’s features relaxed visibly but also she lifted an eyebrow in confusion. Under the surprised gaze of Elizabeth and Liz, Adri managed to stand up on a chair behind Sally and then...

...she started to shake the now open box to make a petal shower start to fall lightly over Sally. The woman looked up to her, between the tears and the petals, to see the dorkiest smirk in the other woman’s lips and when she ran out of petals, she jumped off the chair to look directly at her before handing Sally the paper.

“What’s this...?” Sally mumbled, finding out it was a card. In the front there was something very bad drawn, maybe could be a cat or a skateboard or a tree or maybe a Picasso, who knows, but when Sally opened the card...well, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, more tears running down her cheeks. “You’re such a dork, smarty pants.”

“If someone deserves to have a good Valentine is you,” Adriana put her hands in her own hips. “So I’m genie for you, girl, what do we do today?”

Sally couldn’t help but stand up and hug tightly her best friend. From that year onwards, every Valentine’s Day Adri would gift her a card with the corniest pick up line, styled with Adriana’s illegally beautiful handwriting inside and illegally awful draw on the front, but Sally would always put the one she gifted her that year (the one with ‘Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?’) as her favourite of them all.

Adriana could hate Valentine’s Day with her all, think that she didn’t deserve anything, but seeing Sally enjoying...maybe that was enough for her. And Sally didn’t waste her last wish, because deep in her she knew one day she will need it to save her best friend...save her from herself.

Raleigh Ocean

“Did you really used our son as your Cupid?”

Wilhemina tapped the floor softly with her cane, drawing Raleigh’s attention from her laptop. Her wife was all cuddled in bed, glasses perched in her nose, and tired expression in her features. For sure that year didn’t start well, Raleigh still recovering from her breakdown in early January, but that day proved that there was a minimal chance that she was getting better. Raleigh quirked her lips ever so briefly, putting a hand to her lips and faking feeling offended.

“What are you implying, miss Venable? I would totally never do something so atrocious,” her voice was a bit monotonous, as usual these days, but Wilhemina heard the joking tint laced. “What’s a God to a non believer? If Cupid wanted to show up and do their thing, I have nothing to do with it.”

She closed the door behind her softly, shaking her head a bit. Eric, their nine years old son, had spent the day delivering tiny boxes with chocolates to those who were his family. Queenie, Zoe and Mallory, Madison, an scandalized Coco, Rhiannon and Victoria, and a delighted Misty (even a confused Kyle) had received the tiny gifts from the kid gladly. But when he had showed up to Cordelia and Wilhemina’s office, delivering the final part to both women, she had known her wife was behind everything.

Who used chili powder with homemade chocolate if it wasn’t Raleigh?

Cordelia, the old sap, had hugged Eric and thanked him right away, Wilhemina was sure she even teared up because she was like that. But she had seen how her kid didn’t get close to her afterwards, indulging in how his godmother was loving him, and she could see how he was hiding something in his hoodie. Oh how surprised Eric was when Mina asked him with a soft smirk if he was sent by his mother, which made Cordelia to look scandalized for a second but then Eric had put that lost puppy face that gave every lie away and she just knows. Eric quickly makes his way to her, kissing her cheek before she can catch him, and leaving her chocolates and something that looked very much like a book.

“Also that would mean you are Venus and I Mars,” Wilhemina reach for the bed and seats on the edge of it close to her wife. “Or maybe the other way around? Oh, that would be so romantic of you, but you forget that I’m a simple mortal upon your magnificence and not a God, as much as you repeat every so often.”

“Nerd,” it’s the only thing she can say before leaning to capture Ray’s lips with her own, getting a big kiss in return and a delighted hum.

“Not as big as you, mi reina,” and Ray looks at her directly in the eyes after pushing her glasses up in her head to rest, her tone ever so soft overwhelming the automatic one she has these days. “Did you liked your gift?”

And Mina couldn’t help but chuckle, looking at the copy of ‘The Merchant of Venice’ that she has in her lap right now. Pocking from the pages there’s a bookmark and she takes it so they both can look at it. Written in Raleigh’s hurried handwriting, there’s a date and a ‘would you like to take a walk with me?’, and before taking the bookmark out it was marking a bit of the sixth scene in the second act. Wilhemina memorized it, taking to her heart all that.

‘Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself. And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placèd in my constant soul.’

“I hope this means we are taking a walk to the French quarter,” and Ray placed her laptop in the free side of the bed to be more comfortable, sitting with her back to the headboard and lacing her fingers with Mina’s. “And not actually flying to Italy.”

“If that’s what I wanted to mean, don’t you think I would have gifted you ‘All's Well That Ends Well’ or ‘King Lear’?” they both end up chuckling to that, because every surprise with Raleigh has a meaning in her perfect way. “I thought we deserved this, only us...but mostly you.”

“Little Cupid isn’t coming?” there’s a hint of worry in Mina’s voice but she’s now climbing to the bed, hearing the door getting magically locked.

“I got an A plus babysitter for that,” Raleigh was welcoming her wife with open arms, holding her close to her body and kissing slowly from her shoulder through her neck and her lips again. “This means we have a date?”

“Let me give you an answer later, I’m not really sure about it yet,” and the teasing tone in Wilhemina’s already means a big yes, but they know how to drag everything just for the sake of it.

“Oh, definitely you are Venus, how whipped you have Mars.”

That’s the last thing Raleigh says, because now both are too busy to think or say anything more. Having a bit of intimacy after weeks feels great, the thought of spending time away from their daily lives even better, but what makes Wilhemina feel that everything is finally moving forward again.

And overall, that her wife still had that soul that drew her in eigthteen years ago in a pub in Los Angeles, strong enough to make her move across the country barely a few days after they said ‘hello’.

Karina Sväre

Lana felt herself wanting to laugh, because this was truly something else. Well, she actually didn’t expect anything to begin with, but she couldn’t really picture Karina to do that.

Again, they’ve been off for a few years, but a couple months ago Lana had broken up with the girl she had been seeing for a couple years. It didn’t pain her that much, not this time at least, but after a few days of recovery she had showed up in Karina’s doorsteps with an invitation to get coffee and a couple new books she was sure her dearest friend didn’t have in her bookshelves.

Karina had welcomed her to her new home...and also her work space. She couldn’t say she was surprised when she had told Lana about what she wanted to do, to help all those girls and kids in need of a home, but what surprised her was that today the living room of Karina’s home had been decorated with some stuff to make it look thematic.

“Sorry,” a little voice came from behind her and when Lana turned around, a girl barely twelve was waiting with a cat in her arms to walk in the living room. “Aunt is in the kitchen, if you are looking for her.”

“Oh, thank you very much,” she didn’t even took off her coat, just walking towards where Karina was, in words of that little girl.

And when she arrived there, Karina was hand in hand with an older girl mixing something in a big bowl. Something twitched in her brain for a second, taking a better look to her lover and then...

“I can’t believe you cut your hair...that short, oh my.”

Karina turned her face enough to catch the surprise in Lana’s face, feeling how her ears were getting red and warm really fast. She was sporting an garçon haircut, her ever so black hair barely having white hairs here and there, which was a truly surprise because she had spent ten years growing her hair along the hippie movement. Lana couldn’t say she wasn’t a bit sad, mostly because she loved brushing with her fingers Karina’s hair, enjoying how soft was...but this new change suited her.

“Oh shut it,” was the first response she got from the woman, who was now gesturing the girl to leave it to her. The girl chuckled but complied, closing the door after her and leaving the two women alone. “Are you gonna give me a hand or should I kneel and ask, princess?”

That earned her a soft push to her shoulder before Lana took off her coat, leaving it in a chair from the tiny kitchen along her bag. And when Lana took the spoon from her hand, Karina kissed her shoulder with love.

“So this is what are we doing this year?” Lana smiled at the gesture, starting to mix the chocolate batter. “Spending Valentine’s at home instead of going to our favourite restaurant?”

“I thought it would help Carla and Vivien to adjust, being together with people,” Karina whispered, rubbing her ear a bit and getting the freckled skin there red. “I don’t know, maybe with this we make Georgie to come out of her room...” Karina sighed and looked at Lana with the shadow of a smile in her lips. “And I’m baking your favourite chocolate cake, so don’t complain.”

Oh, Lana won’t ever do that, as much as she liked to tease her lover here and there. Honestly, she kinda loved staying at home for once, being able to spend time in a space where they were safe. And, well, she had to admit that ever since Karina started her home for youth, it was more difficult to see where to make time to spend it together idly. That and Lana’s show getting that famous.

“Aw, you only bake my favourite cake when you...” then she realized that Karina was looking away, her hand in her pocket. “When you want me to stay for more than one night.”

“I’ve been having nightmares again and I thought...that maybe you could stay for a few days, if it’s okay with-”

And Lana didn’t let her finish the sentence, because she would say ‘yes’ a thousand times and more, without a doubt. She leant to capture Karina’s lips with her own, having missed her all that time they were apart, and then pressed her forehead to Karina’s so she could look at her eyes better. It always amazed Lana how green could be her eyes, but at the same time have gold and hazel around to bring it out.

“Of course it is, but you’ll have to lend me some clothes for the day, Nina,” was the only thing she said before going back to the task Karina asigned her.

“Yeah...” Karina was now beet red, fumbling with whatever she had in her pocket, and then her hand was in front of Lana’s view. “I got you this, by the way...I know it’s not much, but, well...”

When Lana opened her eyes, with the sweet memory fading as the make-up girl finished the last touches for the interview, her eyes went first to Marion and then to the ring in her left middle finger, an old golden band with a tiny green agate in the middle.

How could nothing meant so much?

That’s what she thought, taking in count the tiny chaos that was her old mind in that moment. A new Valentine and she was going to spend it giving an interview,..the interview in which she would tell the whole truth finally. How much she wished to not even be there, but the only thing she promised herself was to get through it and maybe, after dinner, she would indulge in calling Karina.

Telling her what she did during the day and maybe remind her about that Valentine’s day around mid eighties in which Karina almost made her stay forever by her side.

Danna Bishop

“And now, we will need a volunteer for the next trick, would someone in the crowd give us a hand?”

Ally couldn’t help but laugh at her fianceé’s antics, watching Danna faking to doubt who to pick out of none int the living room. Ozzy was with her, clad in a tuxedo almost identic as Danna’s, doing the same crowd searching until Ally raised her hand innocently. They both faked a surprised gasp and then Danna offered Ally her hand.

“The pretty lady in the front, please, come here,” Danna winked at Ally, making her giggle once again and they laced fingers almost immediately, matching rings meeting with a soft clink. “Now! I need my assistant to bring the deck, because we’ll get this lovely woman’s card!”

When Oz was off the retrieve the deck, somewhere in the kitchen, Danna took advantage to kiss the ‘volunteer’ all big and eager.

This was the first time in three weeks they had been able to relax, taking in count Ally’s new campaign was starting, so at least having a moment to breath was good. But Danna had differently ideas of what a ‘moment to breath’ meant, which went along the line of what they were doing now instead of the old ‘let’s have wine after dinner and maybe we can cuddle and then not cuddle?’. She always thought of the bigger picture, the bigger and unexpected picture that kept Ally’s life to get a boring turn.

And she loved that...and the way the tuxedo fit her in the right places, but that was another story.

When Ozzy finally made his way back, Roberto was following him with a tiny bow tie in his collar. The too tiny and maybe a bit ugly old chihuahua quickly made his way towards his humans, making Ally pick him up as soon as he was by her side and kiss his head lovingly. Danna smiled widely when Ozzy went to her with this big card deck, too big even for doing tricks, and Ally looked at them with somewhat of curiosity peaking out from her eyes.

“I’ll need you to pull a card and I’ll try to guess it,” she offered the deck and as soon as Ally touched one card, she knew it was handmade because of the paper. “C’mon hurry, hurry, magic waits for none.”

“Okay, love, just,” she laughed, supporting Roberto in her shoulder a bit while flipping the card to read whatever was there or see whatever drawing it had. But what she encountered wasn’t hearts, clovers, spades or diamonds; it was something completely different. “Wait, what’s this?”

“I don’t know, what is it?” oh, when Danna played dumb she got this softer look in her eyes and the goofiest grin on ever.

The ‘card’ displayed a few plant details here and there and in the middle, with elegant font, there was a tiny message. An invitation, well, it looked more like a reservation for a few days in a spa...in Los Angeles. It started to raise too many doubts in Ally the second she read it all, but then Danna put her hands in her face to make her look directly at her eyes.

“Danielle’s gonna watch over Oz so we can have some time alone, and she even agreed to take in Bobito too,” Danna smiled at Roberto, which had his tiny head all cuddled in Ally’s neck. “I got the flights, have the money aside for it, schedules, everything so you don’t have to worry about anything but enjoy.”

“But what about...”

“Mom, let mama take you in vacation, it’s a surprise! You always wanted to do that!” Ozzy took Roberto from Ally’s arms easily before stepping back a bit so he could watch them with a huge grin on. “And Damien told me they will show me a really cool comic store, so please let’s go!”

And when Ally only nodded with the softest ‘okay, we’ll go’, words stuck in her throat, Ozzy cheered and ran to his room leaving both Ally and Danna in the living room, speechless. Every second in silence passed with a heaviness and then a sob broke it. Ally got startled because it didn’t come from her, which was a surprise, and her eyes went to Danna. She was trying to press the heels of her hands in her eyes, trying to stop the fat tears running down her cheeks somehow.

“Ally, he called me mama,” something inside Ally vibrated with new strenght, enough to feel like she was able to fly in that moment, when Danna managed to say something without looking at her. “Fuck, he called me...fuck...”

It was supposed to be Valentine’s day, but right after Ozzy did that, that day was one of the most important for both Ally and Danna and not because of something any of them did for each other. They would go to the spa, for sure, they would have a blast there and Ozzy would enjoy his stay with Danielle, Damien and Audrey as much as if he was with them...

...but for the day, Ally was trying to not cry herself to death because her son gifted them two the prove that this was working out really well.

Dahlia Deen

Her body felt like she was going to break in a million pieces.

Dahlia had a while without feeling like that, but it was a good feeling this time. Well, good feeling, more like this time she was grateful of feeling like that instead of wanting to pull her hair out in a maniac tired rage. She barely managed to fall backwards in the bed, letting go a ‘ufhg’ when her column relocated after the whole day.

She wasn’t the best at building furniture, okay? Indeed, she had to check too many times the manuals to build it correctly, but she managed to do it with patience and a phone call to her dad when Shelby had went out to buy some sandwiches. But there was some kind of relief knowing that she managed to do something like that, taking in count they didn’t have much time before they arrived.

“You should take a shower, Li,” Dahlia had her eyes closed and hummed in response upon hearing Shelby’s voice. “You’ll feel better.”

“I don’t think I can get there By,” a soft laugh got out of her chest more than her throat, making her feel her joints hurt with the slight movement. “Do I even have bones and muscles?”

“Of course you do! Turn around and take off your shirt,” and Dahlia complied, because Shelby could tell her she wanted her to jump in the ocean and she would do right away. She didn’t mind at all, she indeed loved that part of them as a couple because Dahlia trusted in her wife with all she got.

Dahlia couldn’t see Shelby because her face was pressed to their pillow, not caring a single bit about her glasses getting a bit smashed by doing that, but she did feel her climbing in the bed and then straddling her like that. Groaning softly because of that, loving how Shelby’s weight pressed her body against the bed, and then giggled when the wet ends of her hair dropped some water droplets in her bare back. Shelby’s hands, sweetly cold, started to work and her fingers pressed in those spots her wife always had trouble with, doing wonders.

“The fact that you have healing hands is distracting me of the fact you are just in bathrobe sitting on my ass, you know?” Dahlia mumbled, turning her head enough to rest better in the pillow and Shelby laughed, leaning to press soft kisses down her spine. “Miss Deen, you’re such a tease.”

“Ah, am I, miss Deen?” they both laughed at that and Shelby pressed her fingers right in the base of Dahlia’s head to ease the knot there, earning a soft moan. “And having you strip like the easiest thing what makes you?”

A fool in love with an angel. Dahlia thought, keeping it for herself and just chuckling as a response. Things like this reminded her why they were together, why they decided to fight for each other and keep going, now with new rules, new feelings and new old heart.

Shelby kept massaging Dahlia with care, touching here and there as she knew. It was the least she could do, after being all day working around the house. It was easy to love Dahlia, she was caring and soft and too good for anyone in this world. Sometimes she wondered how Dahlia kept on loving her, many of them she wanted to ask her, but she knew it was something that her wife kept close to her heart. Focused on the task, Shelby barelly noticed how Dahlia had relaxed enough to start breathing deep and slow, falling asleep deeply.

“Happy Valentine’s day, dearie,” Shelby always felt calm when they were together, Dahlia always making her feel at ease and not on the verge of a violent outburst of unspoken feelings. She leant with care, leaving a kiss in the back of her head and then behind her ear, whispering her next words while taking off her glasses. “I love you more than words can say.”

At that, however, something unexpected happened. Shelby didn’t have time to climb down from the bed nor from her wife, because Dahlia turned around to place herself between her legs and over her, making her circle her waist with them thanks to that. Then she took advantage of the new position to kiss her fully on the lips, deep and calm as the ocean Dahlia was so afraid of.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything, or cook you something nice for dinner,” Dahlia managed to sound small and shy in such position, kissing Shelby’s neck slowly in between words. “It’s no excuse, I know, but...”

“It’s okay Li, I prefer you loving me all year long than showing me one only day that,” Shelby chuckled breathlessly at that, getting turned on as the seconds and kisses went by, her hands finding their right places at Dahlia’s nape while her wife loosened her bathrobe. “Also, you already gave me the greatest gift...”

And when Dahlia looked up at Shelby, which was a bit blurry because without glasses she was blind as a mole, she could discern the soft redness in her blue eyes. Something in her chest swelled up, all warm, sweet and maybe a bit scary...but the good one of scary, that type which made you be more excited and make your tummy churn for it.

That’s why they’ve spent the day reforming their shared office, building bunk beds and accomodating everything so the new lives they were gonna receive would be comfortable. It took a lot of hard work, a lot of thinking, a lot of everything so they finally were ready to be foster parents.

If there was one thing Shelby still wanted was to be a mom, but the only thought of getting pregnant again scared her to death and Dahlia didn’t want her to go through that again, and also she wasn’t sure she was ready to give birth now...or never. So adoption was the next thing they thought and then, well, there they were.

“You’re gonna be an amazing mother, By,” it was time for Dahlia to be breathless, pressing a new kiss to Shelby’s forehead. “I saw you with my nephews and nieces, you truly...glow. Even with the oldest, and you know how is Eva with her things.”

Shelby wanted to say something else, but she was moved by Dahlia’s words. It was going to be hard, that for sure, but she believed they were meant for this. They had overcome too many bumps in the road, they were in a place where they had been able to heal...and it was about time to take a new step in their lives.

Leah and Johnny were in their way, and Dahlia and Shelby were going to give them the home they deserved.

But for now, still childless, Shelby let herself drown in Dahlia’s presence and warm arms. She would have to shower again, that was for sure, but as soon as her wife had her hands on her, fingers caressing in the right places...well, let’s say Shelby knew her ocean arrived to swallow her whole.

Gabrielle Summers

Winter looked up to the doorframe once again, encountering another little bundle of mistletoe of all things tied up there. Annoyingly, she looked around to see if her girlfriend was somewhere to be seen and then jumped to take it off, not wanting the glue to ruin the wood and having their landlord make them pay for reparation.

Seriously, it was the seventh mistletoe she took off around the apartment and the place wasn’t that big! They weren’t even in Christmas, why was there mistletoe to begin with!?

And when she got to the kitchen, there were fake spiders with candies attached from Halloween here and there, making Winter to rub her forehead and sigh deeply before going to get all those things off...and maybe eat the candies while she was at it.

At times Winter didn’t know why Gabrielle was that way, but as she was cleaning the corridor from more spiders, mistletoe and...were those petals? she thanked to be with her in that tiny apartment in Queens. Indeed, she was very thankful of having such lovely idiot loving her every day, without a fail, because at the end of the day Gabrielle was her idiotic heroine, and that wouldn’t change for the rest of their lives.

Getting used to live without fear was...an experience, to be completely honest. But Winter still got nervous when things around her started to happen all of a sudden, per example, how their stupid apartment was decorated in all those things from different festivities.

However, when she opened the bathroom door, she felt herself loosen the grip she had over all the things she had been picking up to drop it in the tile floor. Feeling how her mouth opened a bit, speechless, Winter tried to wrap her head around the fact that her too tall girlfriend was barely fitting in the small bathtub they had, legs handling from one edge and over the other near the wall. There were more petals here and there and Gabrielle smiled widely at her, as if she wasn’t being so effortlessly sexy doing such stupid thing.

For some reason, Winter loved every weird stupid thing Gabrielle did.

“About time, Winnie,” she laughed, hazel eyes shining with happiness. “Wanna join me in this so special Valentine’s day?” Gabrielle was...charming to say the least, black short wet hair all back and strong arms waiting to hold her. “Oh, you found all the clues to find me, did you like them? I couldn’t buy like...dozens and dozens of petals, we don’t make that much money, so I had to get creative.”

Sexy, charming and all...but she was just the dorkiest of them all...and all hers.

Winter laughed from the deepest part of her soul, using her feet to kick the stuff she dropped and soon she was out of her clothes, trying to fit with Gabrielle in such tiny space. It was difficult for sure, but they managed to make it, Winter basically sitting over Gabrielle and having half her body out of the water though.

“You’re unbelievable,” Winter traced with her fingers the curve of Gabrielle’s biceps, taking her time and making the other girl to close her eyes in pleasure. “I thought I was going crazy with all those mistletoes.”

“Why do you freak out with harmless plant but not with murderous spiders,” Gabrielle chuckled at that, taking in count she hated spiders so much.

“Because spiders doesn’t bite and if you get under the mistletoe...that’s what you get,” she replied, giving a knowing look to her girlfriend, who only laughed because last Christmas their making out went overboard. “They are quite nice.”

“You are quite nice,” Gabrielle’s hand moved to caress Winter’s belly, slow, tracing her thumb over the skin there and getting Winter to roll her eyes back and bite her lip. “I took the night off from work, so...we have all day for us, honeybun,” there was a soft tint of sweetness in Gabi’s voice and that only made Winter to move her hips. “So...what my queen wants to do? Aside of the obvious.”

How could Gabrielle be like that? That was a question Winter always asked herself since the day they met. But also...how Gabrielle could look at her in the eye, knowing all what she did. She never replied, because Winter was the one asking always everything and nothing, but sometimes she got the feeling that the only thing Gabrielle wanted was to rebuild and forget about Michigan.

And that was something Winter was wishing too, to forget all the pain, all the trauma, all the nightmares that plagued her every night since they left.

“Having pizza on bed and watching ‘Grey’s Anatomy’,” she mumbled in response, leaning in to kiss Gabrielle as her life depended on ti, making at the same time that the water threaten to overflow. “Buying that videogame in discount you liked and playing until I want to fuck you again, what does my knight in not that shiny armour thinks?”

They were weird, that’s for sure, but they loved each other very deeply and in a way they both feel like they belonged somewhere.

Joking between the walls of their tiny apartment in Queens, waking up every morning to go to uni hand in hand, eating lunch while talking about the day, bidding farewell when Gabrielle had to go to work and welcoming her home every night.

Gabrielle knew Winter hated many festivities, even Valentine’s day, but having her indulge was one of her biggest achievements. She knew her girlfriend indulged many times for her, but those times were she was just doing it because she actually wanted...well, those were trully a blessing.

“Knight in shiny armour is all in.”

Rowan Ramírez

Oh shit, his hands were sweating so bad.

Rowan was trying to calm himself down, rubbing the back of her neck and then trying to swipe his hands in the back of his thighs. In his head, all he could think about was all those tiny advices his sister gave him, going through them with the outmost care because he didn’t want to fuck this up.

After a while of trying to take a faith leap, Rowan finally did it after finding himself thinking all day and all night about Coco. He knew that it was going to be hard, taking in count they lived as far as each other in the other side of the country, but he wasn’t remotely scared of from trying to start the relationship. And that was almost more than a half year ago, time making him bolder and more like Raleigh than any of them expected...at least in the being stubborn and spontaneous in times of need.

However, he couldn’t figure out how all of that had brought him to New Orleans in secret just to surprise his girlfriend for Valentine’s day.

Maybe it was that he was head over heels in love with the blonde witch, that he wanted to make her as happy as he could, that he was trying to picture himself by her side as long as his mind could...and in between all of that, Rowan found himself finally knocking on the front door of the Academy.

Raleigh had let him in from the other house, so he didn’t have to go through the ‘the Academy’s barrier would want to eat you if you touch it’ part of the plan. After letting Sidonia know he wasn’t going to play fetch with her, kissing his baby nephew’s head and saying ‘hi’ to his sister-in-law, which was reading in the kitchen in that fine Sunday morning; he had armed himself with the bouquet of roses he bought in his way here and went to retrieve his girlfriend in the other house.

The waiting was so painful? He thought to himself, putting a lock of his hair behind his ear, trying to not go and start jumping to relieve some of his stress. But it was then when the front door opened, just to show Misty’s concerned face...that eased into a funny one as soon as Rowan came into view.

“Ahm...uhm, I-I’m here to...well, oh God,” fuck, fuck, fuck him and his shit ass nerves. Now words didn’t make sense in his head. But Misty took pity on him, putting a reassuring hand in his shoulder before throwing her head back enough to yell.

“Coco, there’s an Amazon guy in the door askin’ for you!!” and that only made Rowan to go beet red, because the white lie kept rolling in order to let him surprise his oblivious girlfriend. Girlfriend that was frying his phone, in her back pocket, with messages at that point of the day.

The new waiting time was even harder than before, but as soon as Rowan overheard the quick click click of Coco’s heels along feeling her magic approaching, he started to relax. He felt how her lips quirked in a goofy yet shy grin and when Coco realized it wasn’t an Amazon guy but Rowan who was waiting for her in the front door, her hands went directly to cover her mouth and her eyes visibly watered.

“Don’t cry pretty, please,” was the first thing Rowan said, because his inner panicker jumped in action. Then he handed the bouquet to her, still goofy grin on. “So...I hope you don’t have date for Valentine’s, because I’m asking you for one now,” he chuckled to let the last bits of nervousness go away and Coco hugged the bouquet to her chest with care before reaching for him. “Would you like to go on an ice cream hunt to the French quarter with this poor warlock in love?”

“Of course I do!” Coco let out the cutest yelp as response, Rowan finally taking her hand and pulling her close to lean and kiss her lips, a peck that started the biggest bonfire in his whole body. “Just let me take my purse and put the flowers...”

“No, no purses, I’m inviting you today,” Rowan knew Coco was happy to always pay for everything, but he had been working hard all year to earn money and spend it on his loved one for once. Maybe it was because of the way his mother raised him, that his aunt Abigail raised him, but he usually didn’t like to be treated to things (and Rowan only let his big sister to treat him because a) Raleigh was a bit scary; and b) ‘Twenty years apart gave me the right to treat you for another twenty, so shut up.’)

“And I’m taking the flowers, so!” Mallory appeared behind Coco, giving Rowan the biggest smile ever because of how happy it made her know her cousin was being happy and in love with her best friend. “Take her before she start her yearly rant about red velvet cake, Roro!”

Rowan complied, laughing at that because he knew how his girlfriend was with food. But having Coco by his side again, after months of chatting and videocalling through their phones and laptops...well, for him it didn’t matter if she went a bit overboard with her powers...and with her chatter, for that matter. He was always more like a listener than a ‘talker’, which was good for how many stuff Coco had to say, and Rowan tried to kiss Coco’s cheek from time to time to see her trail in whatever she was saying.

Overall seeing how happy was Coco, made all the sleepless night planning this trip worth it, but what made Rowan the happiest was that he was able to find someone who loved him for who he was.

Danielle Bishop

Audrey could tell Danielle was feeling on top of the world right now.

It obvious by the way she was talking more confident, her face glowing up without any trace of the usual tiredness she carried, and drinking red wine like it was water. Maybe that last bit was because she was a bit nervous, making Audrey to chuckle when a new anecdote fell from her lips because seeing her girlfriend nervous was truly a thing, taking in count it was more a thing of Danna than Danielle’s.

For Audrey, it was cute and heartwarming. Mostly because she didn’t expect to come home to having the kitchen all ready and set to have what it looked like a romantic dinner. Of course they’ve been exchanging messages, kisses and Audrey had woken Danielle up with a nice surprise just because. It was the third Valentine they spent together, being the first one and the second one spent having a little date to a coffee nearby to Danielle’s office because she was working on a case for several days and didn’t have much time, and Audrey was thankful that her girlfriend gave her such big private thing.

Damien wasn’t there, mostly because her father had come to visit her and he was spending as much time as he could with her, so they didn’t have to worry about her much aside of waiting for Dara’s call that she arrived to Billie and hers’ house safely since they wanted to have a bit of privacy for the day. The fact that Danielle’s ex husband was around, also, had them both worried and this was truly a shot of fresh air from thinking.

Cliché as it was, they shared their classic dinner in between laughs and kisses. As far as Audrey knew, Danna had helped Danielle to cook everything through videocall, which knowing both probably was full of yelling, reassuring words, two times almost giving up and Danna cheering the loudest when something turned out what it was supposed to be. But Audrey loved every bit of the cliché situation because her life wasn’t full of those at all, taking it with her whole heart because after moving in with Danielle, each day it passed it made her see that she was feeling at home finally.

It was a good sensation, it made her want to go back to Danielle’s arms all the time they were apart, to provide with the same love she was being pampered with. And after all those years, it was the only thing she wanted, being completely honest. Any doubt she had was reassured and kissed away, any problem that might rise was taken care diligently so it wasn’t a bigger problem...and having some control over the chaos that her life was, made Audrey to go and thank her partner endlessly...even more.

“Okay, are you ready for my amazing strawberry cake?” Dani announced, after downing her third glass of wine with, food finally gone and Audrey wanting to leave her seat and go reclaim her rightful spot in Danielle’s lap. “It’s ugly and maybe a bit too sugary? but I did it all by myself.”

“I’m sure it’s amazing, my darling,” Audrey was looking at Danielle dreamly, detailing how she chose the burgundy shirt Audrey loved and those dressing black pants that fit her too damn well, long black hair pulled back by her nervous hand and wide smile clinging to her lips and making her want to kiss it for the rest of the night. “You know I like sweet stuff.”

Audrey winked at that last thing, getting a big hearty laugh from Danielle and a kiss that knocked the air out of her lungs before she went to retrieve the cake from the fridge. She took advantage of that to check her phone, sending a picture to Billie of the whole table and brag about it, because why not? Audrey checked her texts while Billie replied and soon she got a picture of Dara, sleeping over Billie with the cutest pout in her lips and ‘I’ve tired out my Valentine :(’ under.

She giggled to that, typing a fast ‘you two are truly unbelievable’ before she overheard Danielle’s steps coming back. Putting down her phone, she waited for Danielle to put the cake in the middle of the table but her girlfriend had another plan it seemed. So she walked towards her, leaving the whole plate in front of her and then kissed her temple with love.

“Are you expecting me to eat all of this by mys-” Audrey started to say, but was cut mid sentence when Danielle didn’t go back to her seat, kneeling by her side so that way Audrey had to look down to make eye contact with her. “What are you doing there, silly?”

“Well, it’s kinda obvious...I think?” Danielle laughed softly at that, one of her hands resting in Audrey’s thigh while the other was out of view because she was getting something from inside her shirt. Like, Audrey saw her do that many times before, hiding stuff like money or her phone in her bra, so she was over that already...however she didn’t expect Danielle to pull out a tiny velvety box.

It was then when Audrey’s heart stop beating for a second.

“Look, all this time I tried to be sincere with you, and sometimes I wished to do things...in a better way, but it didn’t matter because we got through it and you never left me, even when I thought the worst of me, even when things weren’t as pretty as we both wanted,” Danielle was trying to keep looking at her and Audrey was feeling how her body re-started with the sudden speech. “I...well, after my divorce I didn’t think I would be able to love someone this...deep, but you didn’t give up on me, you showed me that not only me but both deserved another chance, and what the hell, we make a good Uno couple...and Damien loves you,” that drew a choked chuckle from Audrey, in the verge of the sob. Damien truly liked her, and that was one of the biggest goals she accomplished. “I thought we could step up our game...because you are the only one I see myself getting married with and I want to keep on make you happy till the end of our days and beyond. So, Audrey...would you marry me?”

And then Danielle opened the box with trembling fingers to show her girlfriend the gold ring with the tiny jewel in the middle of it.

Three years had passed and Audrey still couldn’t believe Danielle, of all people, had trouble to do long speeches taking in count her line of work. But she got why she couldn’t, because for years she didn’t show she had feelings at all and talking about something you so worked so hard to hide was difficult...and that’s when Audrey entered the picture, being emotional, being vocal about everything, showing her that it was okay to show what was inside without fear of judgement.

“Dani...” Audrey closed her eyes late, her tears spilling in a very dramatic turn of the events, but one that entered the million possibilities Danielle had planned in her head. “Of c-course I do, damn it, yes, yes and ten million times yes!”

it was time for Danielle to laugh, to let out the breathe she was holding in a ragged way because all the nervousness melted the moment she slipped the ring in Audrey’s finger. She didn’t take in count, however, that Audrey would take her to the ground, hugging her like no tomorrow and kissing her as if she needed her to keep being alive.

In between kisses, laughs and trying to make it to the couch, forgetting about the cake over the table, Audrey thought that Danielle, in the end, was what she was looking for all those years. She didn’t need someone that complied to everything she said, she only needed this someone to feel she was enough for her, that she was loved and cherished by her...

...and, as her fingers found every button from her favourite Danielle’s shirt, that someone finally had a face, and a body for that matter, to die for. Which wasn’t necessary but oh good Lord help her that it was a good plus.

Cold-hearted Severa

Mr. Mumbles cooed in her shoulder as they moved through the camp, feeling how a little happy tune was bubbling in her chest and getting through her as a little hum. Selene wasn’t much of a happy-go-lucky person, always worried about everything and nothing, but today she felt lucky enough to get things right through the day.

She was one of the few that were lucky enough not to get many looks when she went to town, so that morning she had rolled down along Jimmy to get some groceries there and also the bouquet of daisies and dandelions that she was now holding tightly in her grip. There was this giant field in the way from camp to town and she only trust in Jimmy to not spill the beans, so she had asked him to take her with him to pay a little visit.

Taking a few breathings to calm herself down, Selene used her nose to give a cuddle to her companion, her face taken hostage by the monkey like always. She chuckled and poked him in the belly, his weak spot, and then she was free to keep walking towards the siameses’ tent.

It was her main goal and the reason she was taking this big ass step, all the courage she had tied in a knot so it didn’t fly away. She had fixed the handmade bouquet specially for Bette, but since they both would see it, Selene had fixed it with two different flowers so that way both had something pretty to look at for a while.

Her heart was hammering its way in her chest, reminding her sweetly that she was very much alive. She was taking advantge that she saw them in the main tent to do this, because she wasn’t as courageous to actually look them in the eye to give them the gift. Selene didn’t want to impose in them, she much preferred to look from the distance and watch them being happy, knowing she wasn’t enough for any.

Bette and Dot had made it very clear that their feelings weren’t the same, and Selene took that to her heart, her love for both still there but also growing when Bette confessed later that she was confused about what to feel. That was enough for her, to be honest, she thought while leaving the tiny bouquet over their desk and starting to run back to Eve’s ban.

It didn’t matter they didn’t love her, she was pretty much content with being their friend at least, and as a friend she had left those pretty flowers to make this Valentine’s day better for them.

When she arrived with Eve, she looked at her with a lifted perfect eyebrow, asking silently why such hurry...only to see that Selene was handing her something. She loved the twins, that for sure, but Selene wouldn’t forget about her best friend and how much she also loved her.

“Is that for me?” Eve blinked confused upon seeing the tiny present, the one that Selene spent her savings in, and took it in her hands with care before unwrapping it. “Oh dear, it wasn’t necessary.”

But Selene smiled widely, in silence like always, waiting for Eve to see what was inside. She had taken note of how pretty her friend found those earrings she was now pulling out of the box, once they went to take a walk in town and passed by a jewelry shop. Selene was always taken little notes about what other people needed, it was common for her at this point.

“I can’t believe you went back and bought them,” Eve shrieked in delight, standing up fast to wrap her best friend into a tight hug before planting the biggest kiss on her lips, like she always did. “You’re a blessing for sure, sweetheart, thank you very much.”

Maybe Bette and Dot didn’t love Selene back, but when Eve looked at her with that shine in her eyes, it made Selene think about the possibilities of staying with her best friend for the rest of their lives.

She didn’t know what the future would hold for them, but as long as she kept at least Eve by her side, she was quite content to keep living her life as it was. She could learn to love better, she could learn to be more brave, maybe a bit more unspoken at times? And maybe someday she would be able to feel at ease in a place.

Because, yeah, the show was all she got but she couldn’t call it a home.

And when Eve asked her to get dinner only the three of them, because she always included Mr. Mumbles, Selene thought that maybe one day her true home would become a place in which none felt left out.

#the originals #dara ann lynch #dahlia deen #danielle bishop #danna bishop #raleigh ocean #cold-hearted severa #adriana girardi #karina sväre #gabrielle summers #rowan ramírez

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mightyfineblog · 6 years

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‘Stand By Me’ -1-

Ben Hardy x Reader

Ch. 1

Summary: You are moving in your boyfriend’s flat. As you unpack, you remember the long road you two have walked down from when you met to where you are now.

Words (this chapter): 1.7K+.

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“Baby. Pass me over that box.” you point over your shoulder.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you huff at the sight in front of you. Ticking your tongue you brace yourself and gather all your force to push the pile of boxes further into the living room.

Ben laughs at the sight of you as he walks beside you, holding yet another box. Placing it on top, the pile gets too heavy and won’t move forward. You groan and stomp your foot on the floor.

“BEN!” you hiss at him.

“What? You said, bring me another box.” Be chuckled with his arms crossed in front of him, casually leaning on the tower of boxes you had constructed.

“Not putting it on top you moron! Now I can’t move it an inch!” you rolled your eyes.

“You shouldn’t have pile them up like this.” he waves his hands innocently in defeat.

“Yeah, yeah, smartypants. Get half and i’ll get the other half up.” you poke the tip of his nose.

After two full hours of carrying cases and chests up and down, you finally set the last two. Falling on each side of the sofa, you and Ben can finally catch your breaths, swimming in sweat and dirt.

“We’re not doing this again!” you swiped the sleeve of your blouse over your temple “Shit, I need a shower” you sigh closing your eyes.

“Remind me again, why you have so goddamn much of everything? My mind still can’t process how all of this” his hands drawing a circle behind his shoulders “fitted in your tiny Hammersmith studio!”

“Barely” you lifted a brow, “Gonna miss the old dump...” you nod, pouting your lips in confirmation.

“Seriously?” Ben’s voice going an octave higher “I hope you’re joking!”

You chuckled, closing your eyes you let your head fall on the soft pillow behind your back. You let your brain rewind memories of the long road you two have walked since the beginning. “I hope you’re joking.” you hear these words, just same way you heard them when you two met.

It was the first thing Ben ever said to you. You clearly remember that day, the memory is still vivid in your head.

…

September 2015

Hammersmith, London, UK

“Another windy day in London.” I say to myself, rubbing my arms together. Standing by the misty old window in my flat, I look outside. The view is seemingly the same as every day. Buzzing cars, people rushing hectically in every direction.

“Hopefully, we’ll get at least a few hours of sun today.” i exhale.

Following my morning routine I wash my teeth and face. Looking up in the mirror, I see deep dark circles and dull face. “I’m working too much” I shake my head “thank god for the people who created concealer and makeup.” Applying the rest of the makeup i slip on my favourite sweater and skirt.

On my way to work, as always, I stop at Costa for a mocha latte. Unlike other mornings, today is particularly busy. I sigh and modestly situate myself at the end of the queue, like a good Londoner, that I am.

Five more people to go, and I am already running late for work, just awesome. Great. By the time I have the coffee in my hand, I frustrate even more about how my boss is going to ramble forever about being late for work. I quickly run to the isle on the other side. Opening the boiling cap I silently swear to myself.

“Come oon. There must be some left!” I madly rumble as I try to get the last bits of nutmeg from the bottom of the small container.

“I hope you’re joking!” a deep voice from behind startles me. Jumping a little I turn around.

“Shit. You scared me!” you squealed at the man in front of you. “Piss off, you git.” you move aside, as he is standing at an uncomfortable proximity to your face.

“Please, I apologise! I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

I look up meeting his graze. Unbelievably soft green eyes.

“All I wanted was to express my disappointment at the shortage of nutmeg.” he is biting his lip, kind of nervously shifting his glance fo the side.

“Aah, yes. Nutmeg.” I nod, trying to assemble the cup of hot coffee.

“I thought nobody liked it.” the man leans against the isle “Need any help?” he eyes my shaky hands.

“I’ve got this, thanks.” I try to make my way out, but instead bump onto this guy’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Fuck my life!” I look upon his cashmere scarf “I totally ruined your Burberry!” I try to hide my embarrassment with my palm over my eyes.

“It’s expensive, but I could try and take it to the dry cleaning down the street, they are really good…” I quickly try to wash the flush of my face.

“Hey, hey. It’s fine.” he is even smiling.

“No, it’s not! It’s ruined, and it’s totally my fault. And I’m unbelievably sorry. I’ll take it to the cleaner’s. Just. Just give me a name and address I’ll have it sent to you” my free hand reaches up.

He chuckles, “Nah, I’ve plenty more. How about something else?” he lifts a brow at me.

“What the hell do you think of me?” I furrow my brows, ready to storm off.

“No, I didn’t mean it like this.” his greens wide with the raise in his voice.

“Look, I’m late for work. If you don’t want me to take it to the cleaners, fine.” I spout.

“What I meant is, would you like to have a coffee with me?” his cute lips curl into a shy smile as his head cocks to the side.

I try to brush past him, but he steps in the way, causing me to spill the rest of my coffee all over his shirt.

“You just did that on purpose!” annoyed I huff.

He laughed, examining his shirt and scarf, “Not at all. But, now I can’t let you go that easily.”

“What the fuck?!” I raise my voice, noticing the looks people around shoot at my direction.

“You wanted to compensate for my ruined clothes. So I’m asking you out for a coffee.” his eyes are flicking their long eyelashes at me.

“A’ight.” I can’t help but curl up a smile, at the silly encounter “Same place, after I finish work” I wink at him.

As I try to make my way out through a large group of people, I barely hear a voice calling for me from behind “Hey, wait! I didn’t catch your name!”

“Because I didn’t say it.” I shout back.

As I leave, I can’t help but look inside the cafe, the blonde guy with the green eyes was following my every move open mouthed, waiting for me to do something. I slyer a smile as I made my way across the street.

Throughout the day, I can’t focus my mind on anything. Every task I take, only leaves me thinking about this stranger I met in the morning. He was very charismatic and handsome, no doubt. And he asked me out, hehe. I can’t help but wonder, what if I’m hyping myself up unnecessarily, what if he was just being nice and polite?

At the strike of the clock, I storm off the office straight to the cafe. Before I push the door open, I stop for a second to check my reflection.

Here goes nothing.

The place is half empty, just some students with their laptops. He doesn’t know when I finish work, or where I work, or my name… why would he even show up?

Sternly I turn on my heel to leave, when somebody crashes over me.

“Ouch!” I cry out “My shoulder!”

“Shit, oh my! I’m so sorry!” The person turns around.

“Oh, it’s you” I cackle at my faith. “You and I are destined to destroy each other, aren’t we!?” I uncomfortably rub my arm.

“God” his face is burning red as he tries to hide his flushed cheeks with his hands.

“My shoulder hurts so much!” Acting classes here you come.

“What? Did I just break your arm? I hope you’re joking… you’re joking right?” His face looks so genuinely worried.

“What gave it away? My fake whining?” I self deprive.

“You’re good then?”

“Yeah, it hurts just a little.” I sigh.

“I need to take you to the hospital.” he reaches for me.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I stop his hand in the air.

“Let’s at least sit down.” he pulls me closer by my waist. I hum and nod my head.

After we’re sat opposite each other by the window, I feel all confidence leave my body.

“You’re right. We keep bumping in each other.” he laughs.

I chuckled and shake my head, while rubbing my shoulder.

“You sure you’re fine?” he prompts again.

“It’s just a bit of a uncomfortable feeling, that’s all.” I lift my eyes to find him already searching for mine.

“I’m Ben, by the way.” his hand reaches for a handshake.

I reach my other hand to him “Nice to meet you Ben. I’m Y/N.”

His palm feels so soft and warm, the contact his skin feels rather magnetizing. I quickly pull away from his firm grip and look the other direction.

“So Ben, what do you do for a living?”

…

“Baby?” Ben is kissing your shoulder.

“Hmm?” you hum flickering your eyes open.

“I say, we leave the boxes for now, as they are. We’ll unbox tomorrow.”

“Good idea Benny.” you reach for his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

“I love you so much” he murmurs against your lips.

“Even when I’m all dirty and sweaty like this?” you bite his bottom lip, gently pulling him closer to you.

“Especially” he nuzzles his nose in behind your ear.

“I say, let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll take you to dinner.” his deep voice resonates against your flesh, sending shivers along.

You grin widely, “I’d love that.”

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Firt day (Grave child au)

“Sweetie…” Iden sits gently on Grave’s bed, softly placing a finger on her nose as he hushes his voice to not scare her.

“Mmm… not here.” Grave protests, her voice and slanted smile sleepy on her face as she shifts.

“But if you aren’t here you cant go to school and learn and make friend…” Iden smiles as he encourages Grave to get up.

“…Okay, I’m here.” Grave relents, opening her eyes as she giggles, feeling sleepy and happy.

“That’s good! You excited for your first day of school?” Iden questions, smiling as he helps Grave sit up in bed, making her wake up more.

“Yeah! Gon meet people and do things.” Grave smiles happily, Iden returning it with a smile of his own.

“Exactly!” He agrees with Grave. “Do you know what you wanna wear?” Iden asks, his face curious.

“Mmm… different pyjamas.” Grave explains, giggling at her own joke a she speaks, voice light and happy.

“Mhm, don’t know if they’ll let you wear pyjamas kiddo.” Iden explains, smiling warmly at Grave.

“D… dad shit and… yes.” Grave elaborates, her brain lagging slightly behind her as she wakes up, Iden laughing as he gently picks her up from the bed.

“You want a big dad shit hm?” Iden clarifies, looking down at Grave as he holds her carefully.

“Yes!” Grave exclaims, her brain catching up to her now as she wakes up fully, looking happy and excited.

“Okay, well you get changed and I’ll make some breakfast before we go, okay?” Iden smiles as he puts Grave down gently.

“Sounds good!” Grave smiles as she gently presses their foreheads together, Iden smiling as he leaves the room. He heads downstairs, Grave able to hear Misty running around in the kitchen as he prepares food for her.

Grave changes quickly, brushing her teeth and making sure she looks presentable before going downstairs, running down the stairs happily into the kitchen.

“Eat your breakfast and then we’ll be off, I packed your bag for you last night so that’s all done.” Iden explains as Grave sits down, placing a plate of toast and eggs in front of her as he feeds Misty, preparing himself a cup of coffee.

“Okay!” Grave happily digs into her food as Iden smiles, finishing his coffee quickly as he walks away, getting out their shoes and coats for when they leave.

“Food is dead now, I killed it.” Grave makes a silly joke as she finishes her breakfast, getting up from the table.

“Its very dead, well done.” Iden laughs at her joke. “You ready?” He questions, putting his coat on.

“Yeah!” Grave grabs her own shoes and coat, putting them on swiftly as she picks up her bag.

“Okay lets get you in the car and then I have something we need to walk about on the way, okay?” Iden opens the front door for Grave as he speaks.

“Okay!” Grave blows a kiss to Misty as she leaves, Iden following behind her, locking the door before moving to the car and opening it for Grave, getting behind the wheel.

Grave gets in beside him, buckling herself in as she smiles up at him, watching him do the same before he begins driving them.

“So… we gotta have a chat sweetie. Its kinda important.” Iden explains, his tone more serious than it was before.

“Okay! What is it?” Grave questions, listening to Iden intently as he thinks through what to say next.

“We both know you have… abilities. Amazing abilities you should be proud of. But… they shouldn’t be shown to anyone, do you understand that?” Iden begins to explain, voice serious and calm.

“Yes, sir.” Grave’s voice is quieter as she responds politely, taking in the words said by Iden.

“Other people might not understand the things you can do. I don’t want anyone trying to hurt you.” Iden explains, voicing his concerns as he smiles gently.

“That makes sense.” Grave bounces slightly in her seat as she gets excited, agreeing with Iden happily.

“Just be aware, but don’t let it stop you from making some friends, okay?” Iden smiles gently as he drives, looking at Grave for a moment.

“Okay!” Grave bounces in her seat happily as Iden pulls up outside the school, stopping the car.

“Now, go in there and have some fun!” Iden smiles warmly as he looks at the school in front of them.

“Bye, I love you!” Grave plants a soft kiss on Iden’s face before running quickly out of the car, being aware not to use her powers as Iden drives away. The classroom is easy for her to locate, clearly labelled as she walks down the hall.

Grave enters the classroom quietly, a large smile on her face, feeling happy. The classroom is empty, aside from the teacher, who sits quietly at her desk.

“Grave?” The teacher notices Grave, getting up from her desk to go and speak with her.

“Hi!” Grave exclaims, her face happy as she bounces slightly on the floor in excitement.

“Its very nice to meet you! I’m Mrs Jewell, and I’ll be your teacher from now on.” She explains, smiling gently as Grave giggles.

“That’s good!!” Grave plays with her fingers as she looks at the empty classroom. “Where’s everyone else?” She questions quietly.

“They aren’t quite here yet, you’re a bit early.” Mrs Jewell explains, her face gentle. “But you can wait with me for a but and we’ll sort some things out before class starts.” She offers.

“Sounds fun.” Grave’s feet tap happily against the floor as she speaks, smiling widely. Her smile is returned as Jewell leads her to the teacher’s desk, sitting down.

“So, you are entering the year a little late, so we will accommodate for that in the coming lessons with some extra work for you to do at home.” She explains. “Bur I’m sure you will get on just fine, you seem like a very intelligent girl.” Jewell compliments Grave, her expression warm and open.

“Thank you!” Grave smiles, trying her hardest not to let her cheeks glow out of happiness as Mrs Jewell returns the smile.

“That’s okay kiddo. Okay, so we only have one free seat in the class right now, and that’s at the back with another female student, who you will get to meet.” She explains, looking at Grave.

“Who is it?” Grave questions, curious and excited as her feet tap against the floor more.

“Her name is Rose and she normally gets in a little early, so I’m sure you’ll see her soon if you wanna go and set up at the desk.” Jewell explains, pointing the back corner desk out to Grave.

Grave complies, walking to the desk as she smiles. She sits down as she begins to set up her materials. Rose enters the classroom after a few minutes, her curly hair tied up in pigtails. A galaxy hoodie is hanging over her torso, a black skirt and space leggings on her legs as she walks over to the desk, freezing slightly when she see’s Grave.

“Hello!” Grace smiles, waving happily as she see’s Rose. Her voice is quiet despite the obvious excitement on her face as she speaks, radiating off of her.

“H-Hi…” Rose replies quietly, sitting down next to Grave at the desk. “You’re from the bakery, right?” She clarifies, looking at Grave curiously.

“Yeah! Its nice to see you again.” Grave’s feet tap happily as she confirms Rose’s suspicions.

“I-Its nice to see you too…” Rose smiles, feeling calmer as she looks at Grave. “You’re joining this class?” She continues softly.

“Mhm!” Grave exclaims, playing with her shirt absentmindedly, feeling happy as she looks at Rose.

“Did Mrs Jewell tell you what we’re doing today?” Rose questions, pulling out a container of coloured pencils from her bag, placing it on the table carefully.

“Uh… no, I don’t think so.” Grave thinks for a moment, trying to remember as she speaks to Rose, who smiles as she opens the container of pencils.

“We’re doing a drawing and colouring session first! Then we have some English and PE… and some other stuff.” Rose explains as she sets up her side of the desk.

“Oh!!!” Grave looks happy at her explanation, pulling out her own pencils as she tries to prevent her cheeks from glowing happily.

Rose smiles as the rest of the class begins filing into the room. Jewell takes the attendance quickly, everyone answering swiftly before the lesson begins, the class being handed colouring sheets to complete.

Grave starts on her work happily, going into autopilot as she colours in her sheets. Rose colours beside her, finishing faster than the rest of the class. As she waits for the nest lesson to begin, she begins colouring in the blank areas on the sheets, filling them with galaxies and stars.

“That looks pretty.” Grave comes out of autopilot to compliment Rose’s work, observing the galaxies as she smiles, Rose looking surprised for a moment at the words.

“Y-Yeah, sorry. I’m just doodling random stuff…” She justifies quietly, smiling nervously.

“You don’t have to be sorry! Random stuff is cool.” Grave explains, her feet tapping slightly as she continues colouring, staying alert in case Rose wants to talk.

“D-Do you like space?” Rose questions as she continues colouring, a tentative smile on her face.

“Yeah!” Grave smiles happily as her brain whirs ahead of her, thinking of ideas to come as Rose light up in front of her.

“Me too! Its like my favourite thing!” Rose exclaims, smiling brightly as she gets more excited. Grave blushes slightly as she watches Rose light up, her heart feeling strange as she forgets to say anything in response. Rose bites her fingers gently as she continues talking, eyes bright.

“I-I-I read a book that said the moon doesn’t actually light up, its reflecting sunlight! I thought that was so cool…” Rose rambles excitedly as Grave watches her, her cheeks glowing slightly as she listens, not even drawing any more as she focuses on Rose, smiling.

“I also learned that some stars are so old that by the time we see them, they’re already dead! That’s so weird and cool…” Rose smiles as the class transitions into English, Rose hushing her voice as she speaks.

“I think you’re cool… almost as cool as space…” Grave replies quietly, smiling as Rose looks at her.

“T-Thank you… I think you’re cool too.” Rose returns the sentiment genuinely, smiling sweetly as Grave blushes, smiling more.

“Aw, thanks!” Grave giggles quietly as the class continues around them, Rose smiling as she packs away her pencils, paying attention to the English class as Grave goes back into autopilot, not controlling it as the class continues.

The English class finishes soon enough, Mrs Jewell getting up from her desk as the class packs away, getting ready to lead them outside. Grave packs up with Rose, using all her will power to prevent herself from glowing happily.

Rose smiles as Jewell gets the class to stand up, leading them to the changing rooms for PE, Grave’s cheeks lightly glowing as she walks, tapping her feet in happiness.

They enter the changing rooms, Rose dumping her stuff besides Grave’s as they change quickly. Grave changes as well, her glow slightly more visible as she does. Mrs Jewell leads them all outside, standing still to address all of them at once.

“Okay today we’re practicing throwing and hand-eye coordination. Everybody find a partner!” She orders, the rest of the class looking around as Grave looks at Rose, her cheeks no longer glowing.

“R-Rose?” Grave questions quietly, her voice quiet as she looks at her, Rose turning to face her curiously.

“Yeah?” Rose questions curiously, looking at Grave with bright and happy eyes as she speaks.

“Do you wanna be partners?” Grave feels nervous as she asks, though she smiles happily anyway.

“Really!” Rose looks excited as she bounces slightly, her face lighting up happily at the offer.

“Yeah!!!” Grave smiles, close to glowing, though she prevents it as Rose bounces happily.

“Okay!” Rose exclaims in agreement, running to quickly grab a ball for them to throw, returning to Grave once she gets it.

Grave taps her feet happily, knowing that if you listened closely you would be able to hear her buzzing as Rose smiles, tossing the ball to Grave carefully.

Grave passes the ball back as her feet tap happily against the floor, though she puts one on top of the other to silence them. Rose giggles as she catches the ball, swiftly tossing it back as Grave notices they are being watches by one of their classmates.

Grave catches her eyes for a moment before she refocuses on Rose, throwing the ball back as she moves her feet, allowing them to tap. Rose catches the ball, nearly dropping it as she does, making her laugh as she corrects the incident.

“You okay?” Grave questions, not knowing why she asks but doing so nevertheless, smiling happily.

“I’m fine!” Rose reassures her, smiling as she passes the ball back to Grave, though they get interrupted when Mrs Jewell calls Rose away from the lesson to talk with her momentarily.

Grave frowns slightly as she plays with the ball by herself, waiting as Jewell talks to Rose quietly, seemingly just checking in on her. The girl Grave caught watching her stops playing with her partner as Mrs Jewell moves away from Rose, their brief conversation over.

Grave looks at the girl, smiling slightly as she pins the ball around. The girl ignores Grave, wandering over to Rose and cutting her off from her as she talks to her.

Grave feels confused as she watches, disappointed that she cant see Rose. The girl moves Rose away slightly, out of view of the rest of the class as she talks to her.

Grave grows more confused, moving slightly as worry starts to settle in. She can see the other girl’s hands as she moves, but there’s a darker colour on her palms that wasn’t there before.

Grave gets closer, feeling more and more confused as she holds the ball in her hands. As she gets closer, she can see the girl holding Rose against the wall by her shoulder, Rose hiding her face as the girl smiles at her menacingly.

Grave approaches them, too worried to know what to say to either of them, a noise of concern escaping her mouth. Rose doesn’t answer, sliding down to sit on the floor as the girl lets go of her, looking at Grave.

“Go away.” Rose’s words are surprisingly harsh and blunt as she speaks to Grave, seeming aggressive.

“Make me.” Grave responds snappily, her hands shifting to hold the ball as if she were going to throw it at the girl.

“Don’t test me.” Rose warns, shaking as she sits on the floor below her, not moving an inch.

“Oh no, I’m so scared!” Grave mocks, her voice only sounding angry as she gets closer to Rose, concerned for her.

“Back off or I kick Rose in the face.” The girl threatens, sneering at Grave angrily. That makes Grave angrier, leading her to throw her ball into the girls face very hard.

The girl screeches in pain as she falls down, alerting Mrs Jewell to the situation, who quickly rushes over to stand behind Grave.

“What is going on over here?!” She questions incredulously, looking down at Grave with wide eyes.

“She was trying to hurt Rose and I-” Grave looks at Mrs Jewell as she stands behind her, feeling nervous as she surveys the scene around the children before kneeling down next to the shaking Rose, who continues to hide her face. Jewell sighs quietly before looking at Grave.

“Okay, here’s what we are going to do. You, me, Lola and Rose are going to go to the office together so Rose and Lola can be tended to. and we will sort this mess out, okay? My assistant will cover the rest of the lesson.” She explains, her voice clam despite being authoritative.

“Oh, okay.” Grave feels slightly worried at the idea of going to the office, but her concern for Rose outweighs that feeling as Jewell smiles, moving to gently pull Lola up from the floor, helping Rose up in the same breath. Rose continues to cover her face as she is helped up, shaking as Jewell begins to walk them all to the office.

“Sorry, Rose…” Grave walks beside Rose as they head to the office, looking slightly sad as she speaks, her voice quiet and soft.

“F-f-fine…” Rose mumbles in response as Jewell brings them inside the office. Grave is left alone for a moment as Jewell walks Lola and Rose inside the nurse’s office, out of view. She comes back a moment later, walking back over to Grave.

“Am I in trouble?” Grave questions, feeling more scared as Rose isn’t with the teacher anymore, though she knows she’ll be fine. She looks Mrs Jewell in the eyes as she talks to her.

“Why don’t we sit down and we can talk, okay?” Jewell questions gently, a soft smile on her face as she leads Grave to an area of the office with chairs for them to sit in. grave sits down in one of the chairs, looking worried as she thinks about Rose.

“Hey, Rose is okay. She’s just fine, don’t worry.” Jewell reassures Grave, smiling gently. “You wanna tell me what happened?” She asks, looking at Grave inquisitively.

“Um… when you moved away from Rose, Lola stopped playing with her partner and went over to her. She was saying something but I didn’t know what.” Grave begins to explain, playing with her fingers as she speaks. “She moved her away and I got a bit closer to see what was going on and I saw some weird stuff on her hands…” Grave continues, getting more nervous.

“Weird stuff?” Jewell questions, a look of confusion on her face. “Can you describe it for me?” She pushes gently, wanting the details of the situation.

“Uh… it was much darker than her. Like um… it was Rose’s skin colour.” Grave explains, looking at her feet as she taps them nervously.

“Oh…” Jewell frowns as she hears those words. “Okay, that explains a lot to me. What happened next Grave?” She continues, wanting the full story from the child.

“She held her against the wall and Rose was hiding her face, so I went over there and Rose told me to go away.” Grave explains, her voice getting quieter as she picks at her fingers. “I said ‘make me’ and she was like ‘don’t test me’. U-um…” Grave trails off, feeling scared. Mrs Jewell gently places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, its okay. Rose didn’t mean any of it, don’t worry…” Jewell reassures quietly, a soft smile on her face. “You’re okay.” She continues, her tone calm and quiet.

“I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about Rose…” Grave explains, sighing softly.

“She said she was gonna kick her in the face if I didn’t move so I um… I threw the ball at her face.” Grave explains, her voice hushed.

“Rose will be okay, I promise.” Jewell reassures Grave, smiling gently. “So you threw the ball at her because she threatened to kick Rose?” She clarifies, using a calm tone with Grave.

“Yeah… I-I know you’re not supposed to hurt someone unless they actually hit you or somebody first so um… sorry.” Grave apologises, curling into a ball slightly as she speaks.

“You will need to be suspended for a few days since you did hit a student, but given the circumstances that should be all the punishment you get, I shall see to that.” Jewell reassures Grave quietly, smiling. “But we do have to talk to the principle about this, okay?”

“Mhm.” Grave answers, thinking about Rose as she realises she wont see her for several days.

“Okay, lets go talk to the principle and we can call your dad to come and get you, okay? Is he available?” Jewell questions as she stands up from her chair.

“Yeah, I think so.” Grave murmurs, feeling more scared as she thinks about going into the principles office.

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” Jewell reassures her as she leads her through the office, past the now shut nurses room and into the principles office. He sits at his desk quietly, looking up at them as they enter the room, Mrs Jewell shutting the door behind them for privacy.

“Hi…” Grave’s voice is quiet as she latches onto Jewell’s hand, feeling scared as she speaks.

“Hello Grave.” The principles voice is soft and calm as he speaks, smiling gently as he gets up from his desk. “How we feeling?” He questions the child in front of him.

“I’m good… what about you?” Grave returns the question quietly, attempting to smile.

“I’m okay… do you know why you’re in here?” The principle questions, though he doesn’t sound angry with her.

“I-I um… I hit Lola.” Grave explains, keeping her voice low as she speaks, feeling nervous.

“You did, yes. But you did it for a reason, didn’t you?” The principle pushes further, leaning down to get on Grave’s level.

“She said she was gonn hurt Rose…” Grave continues, feeling slightly scared as she speaks.

“So you threw the ball at her because she threatened another student?” The principle questions, sounding gentle as he pushes for more information.

“Mhm…” Grave agrees quietly, trying to look calm as fear runs through her. The principle nods before walking back to his desk, beckoning Jewell and Grave to come closer.

“Okay, so that does warrant a three day suspension, which is necessary, but given the circumstances I see no further action as necessary, and the situation will be explained to your father so he can understand why you did what you did.” The principle smiles gently. “But other than the three days your time here is in no jeopardy.” He explains kindly.

“Oh! Okay…” Grave feels more nerves at the thought of them calling Iden, worried that he would be angry with her, the principle able to see the shift in her face.

“Grave, don’t worry. This isn’t Luna’s first situation with Rose, so I have no concerns about you, and that will be explained to your dad.” He reassures her calmly.

“Okay…” Grave feels slightly calmer at this, her voice small as she answers the principle.

“You wanna sit in here while I call him? Mrs Jewell is going to go and talk to Rose right now and get Luna’s punishment sorted out…” He explains, Jewell nodding. Grave sits down in the office, putting her head down.

“Lola kinda sucks.” She didn’t intend to say it out loud, but the words leave her mouth as she sits.

“As the head of the school I’m not allowed to agree.” The principle explains, winking as Jewell leaves the room. “But I can say that she’s getting suspended longer than you.” He smiles as he calls Iden for Grave.

“Good, she cant mess with Rose if she’s not here.” Grave miles slightly as she speaks, the principle not answering her as he puts the phone to his ear, though a tiny smile is present on his face as he gets Iden on the phone, explaining the situation to him calmly.

Grave feels slightly nervous as she listens to the principle talking to Iden, staying silent as the principle calmly speaks to Iden. The phone call is wrapped up quickly, the principle hanging up the phone.

“When is he coming?” Grave questions, feeling nervous as she watches the principle, her heart beating loudly in her chest.

“He should be here in around ten minutes or so.” He explains, smiling gently. “He seems to understand what happens.” He continues calmly.

“Oh! That’s good, I think…” Grave feels slightly less nervous now as she speaks, the principle smiling.

“Its very good I believe. Shall we go and fetch your bag while we wait for him?” He questions quietly, getting up from his desk and approaching Grave.

“Y-Yeah.” Grave stands up from her chair, her feet tapping against the floor quietly as she does.

“Alright, lets go then.” The principle smiles as he opens the door of the office, walking outside with Grave. Mrs Jewell stands outside the nurse’s room, handing Rose her bag.

Grave looks at Rose, waving as concern and anger flows through her, directed at Lola as Rose waves back shyly. She looks okay, everything seeming normal, though she’s slightly more subdued as the principle continues to walk by her.

Grave continues to walk after him, still feeling slightly worried, though the feeling has subsided somewhat as she keeps up with him easily, being lead to the now empty changing rooms.

Grave grabs her bag from the changing rooms, feeling more nervous as she leaves the changing room, the principle noticing the change in the mood.

Are you alright Grave? You know no ones upset with you…” The principle reassures her gently, slightly concerned for her.

“I-I’m fine.” Grave lies quietly, her feet tapping nervously against the floor as she speaks.

“I know you aren’t Grave.” He reasons with her quietly. “It’s okay to feel nervous or scared.” He reassures her softly.

“Thanks…” Grave’s cheeks glow lightly in a mix of positive and negative energy as she speaks.

“That’s alright… how about we go back to the office and wait for your dad? Everything’s gonna be alright.” The principle reassures Grave gently, his voice soothing.

“O-Okay…” Grave feels calmer as she talks now, her voice quiet and hushed.

“Okay then.” He smiles, walking back to the office with Grave, who plays with her fingers gently as they walk back inside, thinking. The principle waits with her inside the office as they watch Iden come inside, looking slightly concerned as he see’s Grave.

“H-Hi…” Grave feels scared as she see’s Iden, worried of his reaction as she lowers her voice.

“Hey Gravey, you okay?” Iden questions, enveloping Grave in a gentle and soft hug.

“I-I’m fine.” Grave reassures him, returning the hug gently as she starts to feel better.

“Your principle explained what happened…” Iden continues softly, sounding worried as he hugs her.

“I know…” Grave curls in on herself slightly as she gets slightly more scared, waiting to be yelled at.

“Hey, its alright sweetie. He explained why and what happened. I’m not mad kiddo.” Iden reassures her gently, smiling gently.

“You’re not?” Grave questions, unused to that kind of reaction, feeling confused as she looks at Iden.

“No I’m not mad sweetheart. I understand what happened. Its okay.” Iden holds her gently as he speaks, voice soft and calm. Grave hugs him tighter, feeling surprised by his reaction.

“Its all okay.” Iden reassures, returning the hug softly as Jewell brings Rose into the office, handing a phone to the principle quietly. Grave smiles as she see’s Rose, the principle frowning slightly as he gets the phone, walking away from the group to talk into it, Rose dipping her head down.

“Rose?” Grave questions, voice soft in her concern as Jewell puts her hands gently on Rose’s shoulders.

“There’s been a small situation with Rose’s aunt that’s complicated some things…” She explains quietly.

“What happened?” Grave presses, her feet tapping against the floor in worry as Iden let’s her go.

“Her aunt is unable to take her home and her usual babysitter is unavailable…” Jewell trails off, Rose looking slightly upset as she explains for her. Grave thinks for a moment before turning to look at Iden.

“Can she stay with us?” Grave questions, a small amount of excitement building inside her at the idea as Iden looks at her.

“If her aunt agrees I have no problem with it.” Iden explains, the principle coming back over to quietly hand him the phone upon hearing that, Iden moving away to talk to Rose’s aunt.

Grave looks at Rose as Iden moves away, silently opening her arms in an offer of a hug, wanting to make her feel better. Rose hesitates for a moment before accepting the hug silently.

“Sorry…” Grave apologises quietly as she wraps Rose in a warm and comfortable hug.

“Why are you sorry?” Rose sounds confused as she replies to Grave, Iden calmly talking to her aunt behind them.

“That Lola s u c k s.” Grave explains, pressing her forehead against Rose’s in a soothing touch.

“Not your fault.” Rose reasons quietly as Iden comes back over to the group, no longer talking on the phone.

“I know, but she still sucks.” Grave looks at Iden as he approaches, waving slightly as she continues to hug Rose gently.

“Okay, so Rose’s aunt has agreed for her to stay at ours tonight and she’s gonna pick her up tomorrow after her shift is over.” Iden explains, the principle nodding in approval of the plan.

Grave smiles happily as the principle and Mrs Jewell leave them alone to figure out their next moves together, Rose seeming calmer now.

“Shall we head home sweetie?” Iden directs the question to Grave, smiling gently as he speaks.

“Yes!” Grave exclaims, feeling more excited now that she was going to get to spend time with Rose.

“Let’s go then.” Iden smiles as he walks slowly out of the office, Grave following him happily, holding Rose’s hand softly. Rose blushes slightly at the contact as Iden leads them outside to the car, unlocking it for them and getting in the drivers seat.

Grave slides into her own seat, buckling herself in as Rose follows her lead, securing herself into the car beside her. Iden drives off once they are all inside, Rose fiddling with her fingers quietly as the car begins to move away from the school.

Grave gently leans against Rose as the car drives away, buzzing softly as Rose flushes slightly. Grave closes her eyes happily, gently interlocking her hand with Rose’s as Iden smiles from the front of the car. Grave and Rose watch the world go by them as Iden drives them back home, parking the car outside for them.

“Here we go.” Iden smiles as he parks the car. Grave unbuckles herself quickly, Rose following as she gets out of the car, Iden locking it behind them as he walks to the house, opening the door for the two children.

“Wow, what a tiring few hours of school.” Grave giggles at her own joke as she walks inside, flopping down onto the couch, Iden laughing as he hangs up their coats.

“Well now you two get to hang out here for a while.” He reasons gently, smiling as he enters the living room.

“Yay! That’s good.” Grave pushes herself up from the couch, hanging her own coat up before returning happily to her spot. Rose watches as she stands quietly, unsure of what to do with herself in this new environment.

Grave flops off of the couch onto the floor, patting the space next to her as an indication for Rose. She hesitates slightly before sitting beside Grave, a small smile present on her face. Grave gently lays her head in Rose’s lap, making Iden laugh as he walks in, able to see how flustered Rose has become.

“Hey Gravey why don’t you show Rose your room?” He questions, walking over to the two children. Grave smiles, getting up off of the floor and holding a hand out to Rose, who takes it gently, looking nervous and curious as Grave leads her upstairs into her room.

“Comfort place!” Grave exclaims as she walks inside her room, giggling as she does.

“Your room is nice…” Rose mumbles quietly as she follow Grave in, closing the door behind her softly.

“Thank you, I picked it myself.” Grave sits down on her bed as she speaks. “It was a very hard choice between this and the bathroom, but after an hour I decided this would be the one.” Grave jokes, making Rose giggle as she joins her, sitting on the bed beside her.

“That’s silly…” Rose smiles as she sits next to Grave, her eyes crinkling softly as she looks at her.

“Mmm I know, but I like being silly!” Grave feels happy as she sits next to Rose, her cheeks close to glowing.

“Its fun.” Rose smiles more. “Sorry I got you kicked out on your first day…” She apologises quietly.

“Its fine! I’d rather be kicked out than have you get hurt.” Grave explains kindly as she looks at Rose.

“I would’ve been okay…” Rose tries to argue, fiddling with her fingers gently as she speaks.

“She said she was gonna kick you in the face! I-I don’t think you’d be okay.” Grave explains, laying down on the bed, wiggling her feet gently.

“She’s done it before, its fine.” Rose justifies, biting her lip between her teeth nervously.

“That still doesn’t make it okay…” Grave holds Rose’s hands gently, trying to make her feel calmer.

“But you got in trouble.” Rose feels a little calmer as Grave holds her hands softly in her own.

“That doesn’t matter.” Grave insists, her voice calm and soft as she speaks to Rose.

“Thank you for letting me stay here tonight.” Rose changes the subject as she calms down more.

“You’re welcome!” Grave smiles happily, felling better as Rose smiles gently in response.

“Am I sleeping in here with you?” Rose questions softly, looking at Grave with a curious expression.

“Uh… yeah!” Grave smiles, wiggling slightly in excitement, though Rose looks slightly nervous at that. Grave can see something that looks like freckles poking through a weird layer on Rose’s face, though she chooses not to say anything about it. “You okay?” She questions instead.

“Y-Yeah… just nervous about sleeping over I guess.” Rose explains vaguely, laughing quietly, though it sounds slightly forced.

“That’s fine!” Grave smiles, playing around with Rose’s fingers gently. “Do you wanna make a blanket fort? That might make you feel a lil less nervous.” She explains.

“I’ve never made one…” Rose admits, looking intrigued as she watches Grave mess with her hands.

“Wanna make one now?” Grave looks excited as she asks the question, feeling happy.

“Yeah!” Rose’s face morphs into excitement as well as Grave gets up, grabbing a bunch of blankets.

“It’s fort time, babey!” She exclaims, Rose giggling as she slides off of the bed, standing up carefully.

“How do we make it?” She questions as she approaches Grave, standing beside her curiously.

“Hmm…” Grave tries to think of how to put her explanation into words. “I dunno how to explain it!” She admits, Rose nodding.

“You can show me then!” Rose compromises, smiling gently as she watches Grave quietly. Grave smiles, beginning to make the fort for Rose, though its quickly noticed that she isn’t picking up anything with her hands, surprising Rose.

“H-How are you doing that?” Rose questions, confused as she watches Grave with widened eyes.

“Doing what?” Grave returns the question, unaware of what she is doing as she continues to do it.

“Y-You’re not using your hands…” Rose clarifies, looking and sounding surprised as she speaks.

“Oh! Sorry about that.” Grave corrects herself quickly, using her hands as she continues to make the fort.

“B-But…” Rose struggles to think of words as she stands still in shock. “How…?” She repeats her question, trying to understand.

“I-I um…” Grave’s voice drops quieter. “I-I wasn’t supposed to do that…” She explains quietly.

“You didn’t use… what?” Rose sounds and looks confused as she struggles to make sense of the situation presented to her.

“I-I… I um…” Grave’s voice gets quieter as she thinks through her words. “I’ve got… powers.” She reluctantly explains.

“Powers?” Rose questions, confused. She steps closer to Grave, picking up one of her hands carefully, curious as Grave blushes from the touch.

“Yeah… I’m not supposed to use them in front of people other than my dad, so… don’t tell anyone you saw.” Grave pleads quietly.

“I wont tell.” Rose reassures her quietly, looking at her hand as she gets closer, Grave blushing more at her proximity, her hand glowing slightly, making Rose look at it more intensely. “Pretty…”

“T-Thank you.” Grave’s face blushes red at the compliment as she looks at Rose, who smiles gently. Grave leans forward carefully, planting a soft kiss onto Rose’s face.

Rose freezes, her eyes wide as she looks at Grave, who is now able to see her eyes are two different shades of blue, making her smile as Rose blushes intensely. Rose places her hands on her cheeks to hide the blush, something coming off on her hands as she moves them again, revealing cheeks littered with soft freckles.

“You have freckles!” Grave gasps softly as she sees them properly, her voice quiet in surprise.

“W-What?” Rose looks surprised, looking down at her hands and seeing the foundation covering them.

“Freckles! T-They’re cute…” Grave compliments quietly, smiling gently as she looks at Rose.

“I-I-It came off.” Rose stammers quietly, looking slightly scared as she looks down at her hands.

“Yeah…” Grave looks down at her feet as she answers, holding Rose’s hands in an attempt to calm her down, unsure of what else to do to help.

“Its supposed to hide them…” Rose explains, her eyes tearing up as she gets upset.

“Sorry…” Grave pulls Rose in for a gentle hug, wanting her to feel better as she envelopes her in warmth.

“N-Not your fault…” Rose sniffs gently. “S-Should put more on now…” She explains, wanting to cover her face again.

“Okay, that’s fair.” Grave presses their foreheads together gently, closing her eyes.

“Y-You don’t think I look weird?” Rose questions quietly, sounding confused by Grave’s reaction.

“You don’t look weird at all! You look very pretty actually…” Grave explains quietly.

“B-But freckles make you look funny…” Rose argues gently. “And I’m disfigured…” She continues quietly.

“I still think you look cute, Rose…” Grave insists quietly, a small and comforting smile on her face.

“But Lola says freckles and scares make you look like a monster…” Rose explains sadly.

“Well Lola is a stupid yucky liar!” Grave exclaims in Rose’s defence, feeling mad at Lola.

“B-But she’s right…” Rose sniffs gently, wiping her eyes, taking more foundation off as a result, a sliver of a scar being revealed to Grave.

“She’s not right, she’s a bitch!” Grave curses, pressing another soft kiss onto Rose’s face. Rose twitches slightly, frowning as she wipes away her tears more. “Sorry…” Grave apologies, her cheeks glowing negatively.

“N-Not you… my scar hurts.” She explains, wiping her eyes carefully, a sad smile on her face.

“Oh no…” Grave presses a soft kiss to the scarred area she can see, pulling more makeup off as she pulls back, now able to see a scar running over Rose’s nose as she watches her, confused. “Huh… that usually works.” Grave ponders as she looks at the scar.

“W-What works?” Rose questions, looking and sounding confused as she watches Grave quietly.

“It’s a healing thing!” Grave explains, sounding happier. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” She questions, sounding more serious.

“Healing…?” Rose thinks for a moment. “I think I hurt my shoulder when Lola pushed me in the wall?” She offers, looking confused.

Grave presses a soft kiss to Rose’s shoulder, healing the small wound up quickly, smiling happily as Rose blushes.

“T-Thank you…” Rose sounds flustered as she talks, her face red as she looks at Grave.

“You’re welcome!” Grave giggles, smiling happily as Rose blushes more, going red.

“D-Do you think I should put more makeup on?” Rose questions, genuinely curious of Grave’s thoughts.

“Mmm… no!” Grave smiles, wiggling slightly in excitement as she looks at Rose.

“D-Do you think I should take it off?” Rose questions, looking down at the floor as she feels a bit more nervous.

“Yeah!” Grave exclaims, Rose biting her lip as she gets her bag, rifling through it to bring out a pack of makeup wipes.

“You wanna help?” She offers, sitting down on the bed quietly as she prepares to take the rest of her makeup off.

“Mhm!” Grave looks happy as she sits down beside Rose, pulling a wipe out and gently rubbing it against her face, watching the makeup come off as Rose does the same, revealing her freckled skin underneath it all. Grave blushes more as Rose wipes the makeup off of her scarred nose, looking nervous.

“Hhh you look so pretty I think I might d i e.” Grave’s cheeks glow lightly as she speaks.

“R-Really?” Rose questions, looking surprised by Grave’s words as she looks at her, blushing slightly.

“Yeah!” Grave smiles widely as she looks at Rose, watching her put the wipes away in her bag again.

“N-No ones ever called me pretty before…” Rose explains, feeling flustered under Grave’s gaze.

“Well you deserve to hear it because it’s true!!” Grave insists, holding Rose’s face gently in her hands.

“Y-You’re pretty too…” Rose’s face feels warm under Grave’s hands, covered by a blush.

“T-Thank you!” Grave giggles happily as she blushes at Rose’s returned compliment for her.

“Y-You’re welcome…” Rose smiles gently as she looks at Grave. “D-Do you wanna keep building the fort?” She questions.

“B l a n k e t s a n d p i l l o w s.” Grave gets off of the bed, nodding as she moves towards the fort.

“This looks cool!” Rose giggles as she helps Grave build the rest of the fort.

“Thanks, I think it’ll be cooler cuz you’re helping me!” Grave smiles as she smiles, continuing work on the fort.

“Thanks… but I dunno how cool I’ll make it…” Rose smiles as she lays more blankets on top of the fort.

“It’ll be very cool!” Grave exclaims, not using her hands anymore as she builds the fort.

“What do you wanna do once we have a fort?” Rose questions, giggling as she looks at Grave.

“We get inside it and do stuff! Like watch movies!” Grave glows happily as she explains.

“What movies do you like?” Rose sounds curious as she asks the question, watching Grave intently.

“I like 80’s and 90’s movies!!! What about you?” Grave flips the question onto Rose, watching as she thinks.

“I don’t get to watch a lot of movies, but I guess I like animated ones… and ones about space!” Rose smiles widely as she answers.

“Um…” Grave thinks over the potential choices for them. “I’ve got Space Battleship Yamato!” She smiles happily.

“That sounds cool! I don’t think I’ve seen it.” Rose sounds happy as she agrees on the choice of movie.

“I haven’t seen it either, so it’ll both be our first time seeing it!” Grave explains as they come close to finishing the fort.

“That sounds fun!” Rose smiles as she watches Grave work on the fort in front of them.

“Tis f i n i s h e d.” Grave finishes the fort off, stepping back slightly to look at it happily.

“Yay!” Rose bounces in excitement as she looks at it. “It looks cool!” She exclaims happily.

“That’s cuz we made it together!” Grave explains, looking at Rose happily as she speaks.

“Should we sit in it?” Rose questions, looking happy as she bounces gently on her feet.

“Mhm!” Grave holds Rose’s hand gently, pulling both of them inside the fort and sitting down carefully.

“Y-You sure like holding my hands a lot…” Rose blushes at the contact as they sit inside the fort, mumbling quietly.

“Because it feels nice to do! Makes me feel happy!” Grave explains, smiling brightly as she talks.

“I-I like it too…” Rose blushes more as she responds quietly, hiding her face slightly from view.

“Good!” Grave giggles as she puts her head against Rose’s shoulder gently, leaning there comfortably.

“D-Did you wanna watch a movie?” Rose feels warm as she blushes more, her face red at the contact from Grave.

“Mhm!” Grave slots the DVD into the player without moving, Rose bouncing gently as the movie starts to play, feeling excited as Grave wiggles beside her happily.

Rose smiles as she watches, feeling comfortable and happy beside Grave. She is wrapped in a cuddle by Grave, which she accepts happily, leaning against Grave as she watches the movie. Grave closes her eyes, feeling comfortable as she hears Rose getting excited whenever space comes onto the screen, making her smile.

Rose leans on Grave more as the movie plays, feeling calm and happy as Grave glows happily, a small noise of happiness escaping her. Rose is quiet as the movie plays, relaxing more as Grave reaches her hand up, stroking it gently through Rose’s curly hair.

Rose hums quietly as she leans into Grave more. Grave giggles at that, continuing as Rose relaxes more, failing to keep her focus on the movie as Grave starts to feel sleepy.

Rose tries to keep her eyes open as her own sleepiness catches up to her, Grave beginning to glow calmly. Rose smiles as she leans into Grave more, feeling sleepier with every passing second. Grave covers them both in blankets gently, Rose unable to keep her eyes open any longer, curling up slightly to get more comfortable.

Grave gets closer to sleep as she continues to stroke Rose’s head, Rose falling asleep happily beside Grave, her breathing calm and quiet as Grave too falls into sleep comfortably.

Grave wakes up a while later, feeling confused as she notices that Rose is no longer right beside her.

“Rose?” Grave calls out quietly, her voice groggy from sleep as she looks for her. She is able to see her a little bit further away on the bed in the fort, her curled up position preventing Grave from seeing her face.

“Rose?” Grave wiggles closer carefully, tapping the other girl gently. Rose whimpers slightly at the contact, her body shaking lightly as she sleeps.

Grave moves even closer to Rose, softly shaking her in an attempt to wake her up from whatever dream she is having. Rose whines slightly as she is shaken, her eyes spilling some small tears as they open halfway.

This only increases Grave concern for Rose. She gently kisses away the tears on her cheeks, holding rose gently in her arms. Rose flinches at first, sniffling as she begins to come out of her dream and into reality, Grave squeezing her gently.

“G-Grave…?” Rose questions quietly, her voice small and sleepy sounding as she looks at her.

“Mhm…” Grave hums her response softly, still feeling concerned as she watches over Rose quietly.

“I work you up didn’t I… I’m sorry…” Rose apologises quietly, sniffing her tears away as she speaks.

“It’s fine!” Grave reassures her gently, smiling as she tries to make Rose feel better about the situation.

“I-Its annoying… shouldn’t wake you up because I’m having a bad dream…” Rose protests, rubbing her eyes carefully.

“What was the dream? Y-You don’t have to answer if you don’t wanna…” Grave’s voice is quiet as she speaks, trying to calm Rose down.

“M-My parents… when they gave me this…” Rose explains, looking down as she touches the scar spanning over her nose.

“Oh no…” Grave frowns as she hears the explanation. She thinks for a moment before pressing their foreheads together gently.

“It’s okay… I don’t live with them anymore.” Rose calms down at the touch, a small smile appearing on her face.

“That’s good… they suck tho.” Grave insists, feeling angry with Rose’s parents, though she feels happy that Rose smiled.

“I hope I didn’t scare you…” Rose snorts slightly as she relaxes more, looking at Grave with soft eyes.

“You didn’t, don’t worry.” Grave reassures Rose softly, her feet wiggling gently.

“W-Whats the time?” Rose questions, still sounding slightly sleepy as she speaks to Grave.

“Its um… 12 am.” Grave answers, sounding happy now as she replies to Rose, smiling happily.

“Mmmm…” Rose rubs her eyes gently, quiet as she hums her response to Graves answer.

“We could watch a funny movie and drink hot cocoa if you want…” Grave offers, thinking of what Iden would do for her in this situation.

“That sounds nice…” Rose smiles a bit more as se looks up at Grave with bright eyes.

“Gotsa go downstairs for got cocoa!” Grave smiles, getting up off of the bed, floating slightly as she doesn’t want to walk. Rose follows her, getting off of the bed carefully.

Grave gently holds onto Rose’s hand, leading her downstairs quietly, glowing lightly to replace the absence of light as they move. Grave pulls Rose into the kitchen, Rose blushing as they hold hands.

Grave begin to make the drinks for them, using her abilities so she doesn’t have to let go of Rose’s hand as she does it. Rose giggles as she watches the cool sight, smiling brightly.

“It’s done!” Grave finishes the drinks quickly, keeping her voice low as she speaks, sounding happy.

“T-Thanks…” Rose smiles as she blushes red, feeling happy as she holds hands with Grave.

“You’re welcome!” Grave makes the drinks float beside them as she leads Rose back to her room. Rose gets on the bed once inside Grave’s room again, pulling her knees into her chest gently.

“You can pick the movie if you want.” Grave offers as she sits on the bed beside Rose, handing her her cup of cocoa carefully.

“I-I don’t mind what we watch…” Rose explains quietly, feeling cosy as she curls into a ball more, holding her warm drink.

Grave makes a small happy noise as she picks a kids film for them to watch, putting it on quietly as she wraps them in a blanket, Rose leaning into Grave as she sips on her drink.

Grave blushes as she drinks her own cocoa, watching the movie quietly beside Rose, pressing a soft kiss onto her face, making Rose blush more.

“W-Warm…” Rose mumbles quietly, feeling comfortable as she leans against Grave.

“That’s good…” Grave smiles as she finishes her hot cocoa. Rose leans into Grave more as she finishes her own, putting the mug away, hugging Grave gently, Grave blushing as she returns the gesture.

“You’re comfy…” Rose mumbles, smiling happily as she hugs Grave, making her blush more.

“I sure hope so…” Grave giggles at her own words as she holds Rose gently, not paying attention to the movie.

“Mhm…” Rose hums, uncurling out of her ball to get in the hug more, Grave closing her eyes as she lays them both, sure she would melt if Rose got any sweeter.

Rose closes her eyes as well, feeling sleepy again as she is enveloped by Grave’s warmth and comfort, surrounding her gently. Grave gently plays with Rose’s hair again as she gets sleepier, Rose humming softly as she falls asleep easily, Grave smiling happily as she follows along, both of them sleeping calmly with one another.

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b-random · 5 years

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Survey

Taken from @fiaspice

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? Cereal.

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? No. Not much of a fan of cold weather.

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Usually the receipt.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Cold, with ice, without the coffee.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yes. Getting self conscious about a lot actually.

6: do you keep plants? Just planted some tonight in fact.

7: do you name your plants? no, but I might.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Not much anymore. But I really want to try acrylic paint pouring.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Yes. Or to my cats. Or steering wheel.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? sides

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? If I catch my employee at work not using her safety gloves, I ask her where her hand is and she responds by singing “IT ISN’T IN MY GLOOOOOOVE” (to the tune of Shawn Mendes’ “In My Blood”) That’s the only one I can think of that doesn’t require ridiculous amounts of explanation.

12: what’s your favorite planet? Earth. Couldn’t live without it.

13: what’s something that made you smile today? Christy and Fraser on 101.5 Today Radio had a contest called “Chereoke” to win Cher tickets and some of the contestants’ attempts at singing Cher was hilarious.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Hopefully it would be a rustic/industrial combo style loft with at least one exposed brick wall, exposed duct work, metal and wood finishes.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!: Halley’s comet won’t orbit past Earth again until 2061... I’ll probably be dead.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? Tortellini with a creamy rosé sauce.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I’m bald so this question is just cruel.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. After a friend of mine told me he had unprotected sex with his ex girlfriend on a booty call, I arranged for a bouquet of fruit to be delivered to his work on father’s day with a sonogram attached to it. He’s a darker skinned guy but his face went white as snow. It doesn’t sound like much, but his mom heard about the prank at her work several blocks away.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I don’t. This blog is the closest thing I have to that.

20: what’s your favorite eye color? Blue.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. I don’t have a favourite bag.

22: are you a morning person? I would say so. I’m not so much of a night owl anymore.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? I literally sit on my couch all day and do nothing but watch netflix and dick around on my phone.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Don’t think so.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? Can’t say I’ve ever broken into anywhere. At least, not anywhere memorable.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? I don’t have an exciting answer for this, but I have a pair of Puma shoes that have been around for 4-5 years.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? Watermelon

28: sunrise or sunset? Sunrise.

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? One of my friends makes it a point to build her other female friends up at any and all costs.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? The only thing I can think of is when I was probably 5 years old I was at a water park and I was supposed to go down the water slide but I was so scared that I couldn’t do it. My family went down before me so I was stuck at the top screaming and crying.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? I mostly wear white socks because I wear pretty heavy duty shoes at work and so anything else gets ruined. But if I’m going out or doing something, I usually like a bit of colour.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends? I'm told that one time at about 4:00 in the morning I went to my neighbours house and was knocking on their garage door for about half an hour singing songs, but I don’t remember that.

33: what’s your fave pastry? Creme puffs.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I had a Popple. (Remember Popples?! The Popples still make me smile.) Well, I had several, but my favourite was PC - specifically Sports PC. I don’t still have him anymore and I’m pretty sad about that. But his tail did fall off at one point and oddly enough, I still have his tail!

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I usually end up buying stationery items that I never use.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? My mood has been 100% Carly Rae Jepsen since Dedicated came out last Friday.

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? My room is often messy, but that doesn’t mean I like it that way.

38: tell us about your pet peeves!? People who use incorrect phrases like “Once and a while” or when people say “should of” instead of “should’ve”

39: what color do you wear the most? Probably black.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I have no jewellery.

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? Hunger Games. I haven’t really enjoyed too many books since then. I’ve been trying to read the Harry Potter series but I’m only moderately enjoying them.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? I do not.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Frick it’s been so long since I’ve done that. Probably a guy who I hooked up with several years ago. I don’t even remember his name.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? The last time I went to the mountains. It’s been close to a year.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Sometimes to a fault.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.? Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Seafood.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Heights. I’m still afraid of them, but now I’d say I’m more scared of things like the ocean and space.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I really do. Especially the ones I really like. Most recent was Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Dedicated” album.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? I don’t collect much anymore. I used to collect Coca-Cola memorabilia, though.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? "Your Type” by Carly Rae Jepsen. I swear I listen to other artists and bands besides CRJ, but she seems to be fitting a lot of the questions here.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? Those comics on Instagram with the aliens explaining everyday human activities.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Beetlejuice is the only one of those that I’ve seen in full. Haven’t seen it in probably 20 years so it’s time I give it another go.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My mom after my sister did some stupid things last week and was super cruel to her after.

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? I can’t remember

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Selflessness, genuine dorkiness.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? I didn’t reenact the lyrics, but I did sing and reenact the scene from Wayne’s World.

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? Neither of them.

59: what’s your favorite myth? I still find the whole Bermuda Triangle thing to be interesting.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I don’t know any poetry.

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? Oh god, I’m a terrible gift giver so I couldn’t possibly narrow it down to just one. Stupidest gift I’ve ever received was a Starbucks gift set. I don’t drink coffee.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Well, I usually put fruit juice into my smoothies, so I guess yeah. And whatever is available.

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I have to keep them alphabetical except for my collections which are sorted by size of the collection.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Grey. Like it has been for the past week.

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? Yes. I’ll call him K.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Ideal flower crown is not a concept that is even remotely familiar to me.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? depressed.

68: what’s winter like where you live? Fucking long and unbearable.

69: what are your favorite board games? Scategories, The Game of Life, etc.

70: have you ever used an ouija board? yeah

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? Iced.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? I could probably benefit from jotting more things down than I do.

73: what are some of your worst habits? Laziness.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Sassy and spunky, but equally kind and compassionate.

75: tell us about your pets! My babies are not babies anymore. They’re feline brother and sister and I’ve had them for more than 15 years. He’s black and my bestest little buddy. She cost me an invitation to my sister’s wedding and I have NO REGRETS about it at all.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? The dishes from dinner.

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink I guess?

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I find them entertaining, but I wouldn’t put myself in either club.

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Can’t think of anything right now.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? C2 Coconut. Essentially they’re a soft white. I did not choose that colour. It was the builder’s choice and I just haven’t gotten around to painting it yet. Soon one wall is going to be a metallic denim-like blue.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. Crystal ball reflecting tropical waters.

82: are/were you good in school? ish.

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? Michael Jackson’s Dangerous, Social Code’s Rock N Roll or Spice Girls Spice.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I have a concept in mind that combines Spice Girls, Power Rangers and LGBT pride. It’s just a matter of designing and getting it done.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? Don’t read comics.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? The only concept album I can think of is Green Day’s American Idiot. That one wore thin on me quickly.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Kingsman: Secret Service, Jurassic Park, Twister, and it’s not a movie but I’m going to say The Haunting of Hill House.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Acrylic Paint Pouring

89: are you close to your parents? yeah

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Ehh... Haven’t really explored many places recently and I’m feeling less enthusiastic about Calgary these days. I’ll pass on this one.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I’ll be in Massachusetts this time next week. Boston and Provincetown. I’m excited as I’ve never been there.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Out of those two options, drowns in cheese.

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? Shaved.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My friend Ashley’s birthday was on Saturday.

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Packing and working.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? Only once it is forced upon me.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? INTP-T, Libra, Puffnstuff

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Last May. Need to change that very, very soon.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. I couldn’t even begin to name those songs right now.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? I’d probably go back 5 years. Whether I’m happy with my life or not, I don’t want to miss any of it.

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wwereaderinserts · 6 years

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Those Blue Eyes

A/N: I’ve decided to try branching out a little more, so have a Finn fic!

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Word Count: 1,400

Summary: After several months apart, Finn plans a night in for you both, but he has another plan behind it all...

Finn’s back home for a few days after being on the road for months on end, and he’s insisted on making dinner for you both this evening. At first, you questioned it. You can’t recall him making dinner from scratch like this before, but that’s probably down to the fact that he’s a very busy man. But, you can’t complain. He’s made your favourite dinner, and he’s even gone to the trouble of properly setting the table, lighting candles, and even playing some background music for you both. It’s very...romantic, to say the least.

“You know...you never mentioned you were this good of a cook. Finn Bálor, you dark horse.”

You chuckle, flashing a smile at your boyfriend while you continue to dig into your dinner. Finn simply smiles and shrugs, momentarily setting his cutlery down on his plate to take a swig of his drink that’s currently sitting in a glass on the table cloth.

“What can I say, sweetheart? ‘m a man ‘a many talents.”

Finn hums, catching your eye, and despite there being only candlelight illuminating the room, you notice a certain gleam in his eyes. You smirk, earning a wink and a raise of the glass from him when he sees that the penny has finally dropped with you. In response, you raise your own glass, outstretching your arm across the table to him. Then, Finn mirrors the gesture.

“May as well call for a toast, right?”

You hum, smiling. Finn gives you a brief nod, and both your glasses chime when he gently clinks his against your own. Before you can proceed with proposing a toast, Finn beats you to it, and he does so with a grin.

“To bein’ reunited, even if s’only for a few days. To us.”

Saying cheers, you both drink in comfortable silence, save for the background music. You pay more attention to everything this time around, and you think about all the trouble he’s clearly gone to in order to plan this all out.

You had no idea that he’d gone food shopping yesterday when you’d gone to meet a friend for lunch, and it was obvious that he’d quickly got to work with the cooking and every other detail when you’d gone out to run a few quick errands earlier today. You aren’t complaining. Absolutely not. You love that he’s planned something so nice out for you both, but you still can’t help but wonder why, even now.

“...Babe? Can I ask you something?”

Setting your glass down, you cast him a smile from across the round table, only to offer him some form of reassurance that it’s nothing for him to worry about. Though he’s bemused, Finn nods and sets his own glass down, then, he props his elbows up on the table, tenting his fingers and resting his hands against his chin.

“‘Course ya can.” he smiles, “Somethin’ on your mind?”

“I was just wondering...what made you want to set this all up? Don’t get me wrong, I love that you did, but...what’s the occas-...oh my god, did I forget our anniversary or something? Shit! No, I can’t have-”

As you trail off, Finn laughs a little. So, that’s some sort of relief. He’s not upset, so you clearly didn’t forget your anniversary, and you know you haven’t forgotten his birthday. You’re still completely clueless, so you give him the opportunity to offer you some idea.

“‘Ya didn’t forget anythin’! I jus’ did it ‘cause I just wanted to treat ya. S’not often I get the chance t’ cook for ya, so...t’ought I’d make the most of it.”

Finn smiles and leans back in his chair, growing quiet for a moment. You’re smiling at what he’s just said, but you can tell there’s something else on his mind. Though, you wait and see if he speaks up to address it first, so you don’t try prying it out of him.

“Actually, uh...there’s somethin’ else, too. Like...another reason behind all’a this.”

Now, you’re seriously confused. If you didn’t forget an anniversary, and it’s neither of your birthdays...what’s he got in mind here? You nod, straightening up in your seat, and you will him to continue.

“...Oh? What is it?”

You ask, and Finn clears his throat, though he doesn’t speak for another moment or two. He appears to be mulling something over, and no matter how badly you want him to speak his mind already, you wait patiently, despite the knots that begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

Finally, Finn smiles, and he slides the palm of his hand across the table, stopping an inch or so short of yours. Then, he slips his hand over yours, and he gives it a light squeeze, and you perceive it as one of reassurance that this is nothing bad, only positive.

“...I love ya. I don’t get ta tell ya enough, ‘least not like this, anyway. Not face ta face, y’know?” Finn smiles, and he gives your hand another squeeze, but slightly tighter this time, “But I’m not done. I got way more I wanna tell ya!”

You chuckle at that, and already, you feel yourself growing emotional. Sappy texts, voicemails, and phone calls from him are one thing, but Finn getting sappy right before your very eyes? Your heart can’t handle it.

“(Y/N), before we met, I t’ought I had everythin’ I could ever want. But I was wrong.”

Finn pauses. Then, his soft gaze meet yours, and he lightly strokes his thumb over the top of your hand. He sighs, contentedly, and you can’t contain the smile that’s bubbling on your lips for much longer.

“I didn’t have you.” Finn’s other hand makes its way across the table, taking hold of your free one, “An’ I know s’not easy wit’ me bein’ on the road a lot, but now I know what life is like wit’ ya, how can I do anythin’ other than spend the rest of it by your side?”

He studies your reaction for any sign of his words dawning on you, and, surely enough, he’s met with an expression of pleasant surprise on your behalf while you replay the words over and over again in your head.

At first, you’re sure it’s wishful thinking. A dream, even. But the sight of Finn slowly raising up out of chair, fishing something out of his pants pocket, and propping himself down on one knee right in front of you, that tells you that, yes, it’s very real.

“You’re the most beautiful, most intelligent, funniest person I know. You’re my today, my tomorrow, my yesterday, an’ my forever.”

Now, you’re getting misty eyed, and he hasn’t even popped the question yet. You don’t even attempt to blink back tears. When they threaten to spill, you simply allow it, and when you speak, your voice is merely a whisper.

“Finn, ask me.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would ya make me the happiest man alive? Will ya marry me?”

He asks, opening up the small box he holds in his palm to reveal a rather impressive - not to mention expensive - looking ring. You’re no expert, but judging by the look of it, you want to say that it’s a platinum band. You aren’t sure precisely how many carats, but you do know that it’s arguably one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry you’ve ever seen.

Crying tears of sheer happiness, you push your chair back and drop to your knees, unable to nod your head fast enough to get your answer across to him. Finn gently raises his hand to your face to brush the tears away, then, he pulls you in for a tender kiss that lasts until you both absolutely have to draw back for some air.

You giggle to yourself, and you cast your eyes downwards to look at your hand while he’s slipping the ring onto your finger. Finn flashes you a megawatt smile, and you mirror him, not letting the smile fade, even when your cheeks begin to hurt.

“So…’m takin’ it that’s a ‘yes’?”

Finn asks, and you nodd, framing his face with your hands while you go to pull him in for yet another kiss.

"I couldn’t turn down those blue eyes, could I?” you giggle, then, you affirm, “...Yes. That was a thousand times yes.”

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All the numbers again (second tag reblog)

1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk than cereal cause I like to drink it!

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Yeah, but when I can get into the warmth after that's even better!

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? I try to remember the page number instead so usually end on a multiple of 10 or 5.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Tea: Two sugars, milk, hopefully brewed by the gal. Coffee: I don’t!

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Kinda!

6: do you keep plants? Nope!

7: do you name your plants? None to name!

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Oils if I had the money for that so typically watercolours

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I am right now.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Typically side, but back is fine. Not stomach really!

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? Oh My Gouda.

12: what's your favorite planet? Uranus ;)

13: what's something that made you smile today? My gal surprised me with a beautiful orchid

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Edgy expose brick aesthetic

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! Uranus’ blue glow is due to an abundance of methane which filters out red light.

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Spaghetti carbonara probs! Especially cooked by the best.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I don’t! I did want pastel pink in August.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I had a paddy fit in primary school because I used to always sabotage my meals so I didn't eat them but I spilt milk on something I legitimately didn’t mind having... I cried over spilt milk.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do! I write the days events and my feelings, I draw key points or little objects. Not all the time tho.

20: what's your favorite eye color? A nice hazel-y to chocolate amber brown woop

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. A grey Kanken Fjallraven, if Switzerland counts as hell, there you have it.

22: are you a morning person? Yeah! I’m straight too!

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Exactly that, nothing. With a side of music.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Only the one.

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? An abandoned slaughterhouse. Soz vegans

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? Black old skool vans hehe original

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Strawberry!

28: sunrise or sunset? Why not both in a day?

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? I’m not sure!

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? I’m not sure, close calls/

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I like socks. Weird socks are fun. So are odd ones. I do not sleep with my socks, nor do I confine myself to white sock hell.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. We had deep convos for the time, we probs cried, then probs went to sleep.

33: what's your fave pastry? Uh choux just cause I can remember that is one. Hahahaha.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I had one called Baxter Bear which was the best, he was quite obviously a bear with a red scarf and his own passport. I threw up on him in the car and he was never the same again, he disappeared short after. Don’t ask about Scrubs the dog.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I do, I just don't use them often.

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? The xx

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? A healthy middle.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! Couldn’t possibly. There’s a fair few.

39: what color do you wear the most? Probably black? Emo ik.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I own a necklace I got for my 16th its very cute and only comes out when I have heterosexual days to masquerade it. It’s nice.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde, it’s my favourite ever. I don’t read as much as I used to, sigh.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! There’s a cute local one. They do unreal Nutella pancakes and its quite central and very aesthetic-y. Yum!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? My gal, typically on the way to my car where I point out Orion or The Dipper. It’d be nice to do it properly sometime.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Two days ago.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? When I need to.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Someone mentions a dog, then I normally incorporate the word ‘ruff’ as a homophone for ‘rough’ and get death stares. But I like it.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Gherkins.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Abandonment/loneliness hahahah yes it is.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I do like buying records yeah! I can’t say until April the 23rd but I’ll have bought another by then.

50: what's an odd thing you collect? I don’t think I do have anything odd!

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Uncomfortable by Wallows, as well as Fast Food by D.I.D and many many more.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? The new Patrick one is doing pretty good.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Nope, nope, nope and nope!

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My dog. I didn't walk him.

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Hahahah you wouldn’t want to know.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Feeling secure with them, if you get me.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO!?!?!

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? K is probs the wine mom bc I'd say A but she’s not as sensible, thus A gets the Aunt role.

59: what's your favorite myth? Bulls hate red, they’re actually colour blind lmao.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I don’t mind a bit of poetry! Marking Time by Owen Sheers is noice.

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Me and mum put a fancy brooch in a pack of digestives for someone. I’ve received stupid spellings of my name on the birthday cards.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Rainbow order woop.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Black.

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Yep!

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Cutesy and white and blue and stuff idk. But I wouldn't wear one haha.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Serene! Albeit Silent Hill-esque

68: what's winter like where you live? Fun! Cold! Disruptive!

69: what are your favorite board games? The Game of Life/Monopoly/Articulate!

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope!

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? English Breakfast, brewed by the girlfriend.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? I've been known to be.

73: what are some of your worst habits? Overthinking. Nail biting.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Ginger.

75: tell us about your pets! A doggo! A beagle! and a fish...

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Revising!

77: pink or yellow lemonade? Yellow

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? anyone in the fanclub needs natural selection to do its thing.

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Surprised me at work with flowers.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? White, because I’d like grey but we haven’t got there yet or painted the house since its still pretty new.

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. I don't have the time for that shit.

82: are/were you good in school? I was! I still think I am! Who knows.

83: what's some of your favorite album art? Smithsmithsmithsmithsmiths

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Yeah! Quite a few. All tonal, but above all a Venus sign and more importantly the great wave off Kanazawa by Hokusai

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I don't fun fact I used to read them start to feel sick.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I feel stupid for not knowing what they are.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Donnie Darko.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Not Gothic. Can’t go wrong with a bit of impressionism.

89: are you close to your parents? I think. Depends on the time of day.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Starts with E, ends in Dinburgh.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Nowhere abroad really, just a couple of good cities.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Barely sprinkles, but I have a drowner with me to compensate.

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Down. Full stop.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My girlfriend’s. mum!

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Work, a party, a Harry Potter film, a sad Sunday.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I leave them for as long as possible

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ENFJ/Pisces/Ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Hah idk.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Nude - Radiohead is the one I’m thinking at the mo’ and I can’t think past that.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Future. Don’t need to lament on the past when I hope I have a good one ahead of me. Then from there I'd click 5 back so I’m right back to where I am, cheers.

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