#it's like a god damn wedding cake or I dunno

[monty-glasses-roxy]

The Ruined pizzaplex is steeped in death and disrepair, it’s almost to the point that when the others are finally Meteor-ed, they don’t even know if they’ll survive escaping the damn place. None of them know, it’s a death trap. I don’t even think some of them expected to live for long after they escaped

But then they do, and they’re in a completely unfamiliar world that’s saturated with life and it’s unlike anything they’ve ever been exposed to before. Fazent always carried that touch of death, yknow? They never knew any different.

But then they claw their way into the light and someone is wrapping a blanket around their shoulders and giving them a bottle of water and asking if they’re ok because they must’ve just been Changed, they look so disoriented, and they don’t know what to do.

But they have each other, they’re *alive* again. The scars will never go away, but they have each other, and they desperately hope that’s enough.

YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE-

Fsdfsdf nah though you're on the right lines with this... may I offer...

The Plex is dead. It's stagnant, forever unchanging and is left to rot like all the other bodies under the floorboards. Those that remain are rotting and hurt, discarded like broken and unwanted toys and abandoned in the ruins of what is the only world, the only home they've ever known.

... But it's not dead.

How can it be? They're still there. They're still alive.

And like a phoenix rising from the ashes, they'll realise that for themselves and start laying the kindle for their fire.

[moonflowerlesbians]

I wrote the 10 year anniversary fic

She's short but she’s sweet. Please enjoy.

to be loved a whole life long

Rated T, ~2.6k.

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What is an anniversary, really, if not merely a ploy to indulge in all of the little pleasures one denies on any other day? Saying, “oh, well, we ought to save it for a special occasion.”

And, what, Jamie thinks, is an occasion more special than the day marking the tenth year since she began this beautiful, insane journey with the love of her life. A woman so remarkable that Jamie almost can’t believe she’s real. Almost can’t believe that she can wake up beside the same person every morning, smelling the same fruity shampoo, spend the day working side by side, and still, every night, fall into bed, eager to pull Dani close. Then wake up the following day and do it all again.

It’s a stability Jamie never thought she would have. After years of bouncing from foster family to foster family, Bly was the closest thing to home she’d ever had. Until, that is, these ten, wonderful years with Dani in the flat they share above the little shop that they built from the ground up.

She thinks as much as beams of cozy sunlight filter through the gossamer curtains Dani picked out for their bedroom. She has an arm draped over Dani’s middle, her front to Dani’s back, her hand tracing idle circles on the plane of Dani’s stomach beneath her sleep shirt. Jamie can hear the quiet exhalations puffing against Dani’s wrist, which she’s managed to trap against her cheek. Jamie is certain she’ll be graced with complaints of pins and needles when Dani wakes. Jamie will laugh and offer to massage the numbness away, and Dani will roll her eyes but allow her limb to flop inelegantly into Jamie’s lap.

Jamie props herself up on one elbow, her fingers trailing a path from Dani’s midriff, up her arm, to brush a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Dani begins to stir as Jamie presses slow lips to the junction of her neck and shoulder, moves to the shell of her ear, her temple, the slender curve of her jaw.

Dani makes a noise low in her throat.

“Ah, there she is,” Jamie hums, her voice, though quiet, still too loud in the morning stillness.

“Thought we w’re gonna sleep in t’day,” Dani sighs, already preparing to nestle deeper into the blankets.

Jamie runs a playful finger down the bridge of Dani’s nose. “Already did that, love. ‘S nearly half nine.”

“F’rgot you get up ‘fore the early birds,” Dani grumbles, “An’thing past six ‘s late for you.”

“The plants wait for no one.”

“They’re plants. ‘S not like they have anywhere to be.”

“You don’t know that. Could have important plant business to attend to.”

Dani, at last, rolls over incredulously. “Like what?”

“Dunno,” Jamie shrugs, “but you’re awake now.”

“You’re the worst, you know that?”

“Mhm,” Jamie chuckles, “happy anniversary, baby.” Their kiss is languid, sleep-heavy. When they break apart, their foreheads still touch.

“Happy anniversary,” Dani whispers, thumb absently caressing Jamie’s cheekbone. Her eyes glimmer with mischief when she meets Jamie’s gaze. “Wouldn’t be opposed to staying in bed all day, though...”

“Need food first.”

Dani huffs. “Fine.”

“Thought we might try the new cafe on the corner of Leeland and Huntley for brunch. Apparently, they’ve got terrific blueberry muffins.”

“And you know this how?”

“Kid and her mum came through the shop the other day. Wee gremlin wouldn’t put the damn thing down,” Jamie gripes. “Got crumbs all over my daffodils.”

“She sounds cute.” Dani sounds almost wistful.

“‘Course you’d think so. Once a teacher, always a teacher.” She waves dismissively. “Or something like that.” Jamie rubs her palms together. “Right, then, up and at ‘em. Those muffins won’t eat themselves.”

“Didn’t realize you were so excited by baked goods.”

“Not the baked goods I’m excited for. I seem to recall mentions of returning to bed after food.”

+++

They are dressed and out the door in record time.

+++

They’ve closed the shop for the day, allowing themselves a brief reprieve from the discord of the wedding season. Every other day, it seems, a new blushing bride parades through their doors, followed by a mother or mother-in-law with a thousand questions and a dozen requests per minute. Jamie enjoys the work, truly. Seeing the delighted relief wash over the room as the arrangement designs are finalized is immensely gratifying. Almost as gratifying as watching her flowers, her precious creations, adorn ballrooms and churches, surrounded by people celebrating life. The joy of being alive.

She feels it now, she thinks, the sheer euphoria of existing. Here, walking down the street, a take-away cup of tea in her hand, with Dani’s arm roped through hers.

They are living on borrowed time, she knows, stark reminders of blue and brown present in every reflection. Every so often, Jamie catches herself longing, pleading for more time. She should be grateful for what the universe has gifted her. But, on days like these, days where the air is right and the sun is warm on her skin, she finds herself wishing for a forever that she cannot have. A forever unpromised to a monster that lurks beneath the most beautiful smile in the world.

She pushes the thought aside. Tomorrow is never promised. All she has is today. And she’ll be damned before she lets it slip away.

+++

They feed the waterfowl in the park with muffin crumbs. There are ducklings this time of year, and Dani’s gleeful cooing, high-pitched and elated, travels across the pond. Dappled shadows drape across her shoulders. Tree branches sway in a gentle breeze, casting a spotted cloak across the scene. Jamie feels the tension drain from her neck.

They sit, side by side, on the swingset, watching the joggers run past, waving at their neighbors and their golden retriever, the couple whose engagement party The Leafling decorated last month. Dani exchanges pleasantries with them all. It’s the Midwesterner in her, she likes to say, amicability is in her blood. Jamie does not understand, but she does her best to nod less than awkwardly while her partner makes smalltalk.

They stop for ice cream on the way home. It is a special occasion, after all, and the balmy June weather provides the perfect excuse to indulge in seldom-savored decadence. One, Jamie decides, they should absolutely partake in more often, if the child-like giddiness Dani expresses over cake batter ice cream is any indication. The crows feet at the corners of her eyes crinkle as she grins, and Jamie thinks she has never looked more lovely.

+++

A trans-Atlantic call to Owen foils their initial plans of baking their own lasagna after Dani lets slip that they weren’t planning to boil the noodles before layering in the sauces.

“For the love of God, please order in. The both of you are im-pasta-ble. It’s like I’ve taught you nothing.”

“That pun was weak, even for you.”

“This is what you’ve reduced me to.”

So, they call in a delivery order to the Italian place down the road. Jamie chivalrously offers to pick it up, and Dani ushers her out of the flat with a vigor that has Jamie raising an eyebrow. But, she simply shrugs and slides into the drivers’ seat of their second-hand pickup. The familiar rumble of the engine is comforting, the crooning of some jazz singer on the radio soothing background noise. Crickets chirp in the early summer evening.

She swings through the grocer to pick up champagne on her way home and juggles the bottle and the takeaway bag of food as she fumbles her key into the lock. Dani opens the door just as she’s about to turn the knob, and Jamie falls forward, Dani catching her by the arm.

“You alright?” Dani asks, but there’s an amused lilt to her voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. If you could just take…” Jamie’s mouth goes dry. Her face is level with Dani’s hips, which she has come to realize are covered in a velvety fabric she does not recognize. Her eyes flick up, coming to rest on Dani’s collarbones, the exposed skin of her arms, the accentuated curve of her waist. “You… I… uh….”

“You could’ve knocked, you know. I would’ve let you in.”

“I… yeah, could’ve… knocked.” Jamie realizes she is frozen in the entryway, jaw on the floor, and, in all honesty, cannot bring herself to care. Not when Dani is standing in front of her, clad in a gorgeous purple dress Jamie’s never seen before, her bangs styled to frame her face, while the remainder of her hair is pulled back. Jamie clears her throat. “You, ah, you changed.”

“I did.”

“You, you look…” Jamie searches for the right word, but none seem to encapsulate the overwhelming rush of emotion she feels, looking at the love of her life in the dim light from the bulb in the hallway outside their flat, on the tenth anniversary of the start of life she never thought she would have.

Damn the limitations of this bloody language. She can say “I got absolutely goddamn shitfaced last night” in a hundred different ways, but there is no succinct way to phrase, “I love you so fucking much and you are the most incredible person in the world and I don’t know how I got lucky enough to know you and I could spend the rest of my life holding your hand.”

It seems, at least to Jamie, a grievous failure of linguistic evolution.

“Beautiful,” she settles on, at last. “You’re so beautiful.” It’s not enough. But it will suffice.

“Come on, loverboy,” Dani says, tapping the bottom of Jamie’s chin with a slender index finger before giving a tug on her sleeve. “Food’s getting cold.” She’s blushing, though, a faint tint coloring her chest as she takes one of the plastic bags from Jamie. Jamie, who merely stares at Dani’s retreating silhouette before remembering she’s supposed to follow. She shuts the front door behind her and stumbles into the kitchen, setting the bottle and second bag on the countertop next to the stove.

When she turns around, Dani is in the living room holding a match to two candles set on a ceramic dish on their kitchen island. She’s laid out their nice dinnerware, which, really, consists of the four gold-encircled plates and matching napkin rings they’d found at an antique store in Milwaukee, back when they had been exploring the country Dani called home. A vase of roses is positioned on the coffee table, and it’s evident that Dani arranged them herself, and oh, oh, how Jamie loves her for it.

“Surprise?” Dani says shyly.

Jamie blinks at her. It’s all she can do not to break down. Instead, she settles for taking two bold steps to Dani's side of the counter and kissing her senseless. Dani lets out a squeak of surprise, but quickly relaxes into Jamie’s touch. She’s biting her lip when they separate, Jamie’s twirling the fine hairs at the nape of her neck as she presses their foreheads together.

“Let me change, and we’ll eat, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” Dani’s breathing is an ounce heavier than normal.

Jamie winks slyly, wanders to their bedroom and opens the closet, pulling out the first acceptable outfit she sees. She doesn’t have to change, she knows. Dani could care less whether she’s wearing a three-piece suit or sweatpants. (Though she suspects the suit might have the edge.) She dons a white, three-quarter zip and black slacks, pausing briefly to add a pair of black leather suspenders she knows Dani likes. Something about being easy to grab and pull.

Dani is struggling to uncork the champagne when Jamie returns to the kitchen. Her tongue pokes adorably out of the corner of her mouth, and her soft grunts of frustration are surprisingly endearing.

“Hand it over. Come on, now. Before you put your eye out.”

“I can do it,” Dani protests. “Just. Need to tweak it. A little.”

Jamie takes the opportunity to press against Dani’s back, her arms wrapping around to cover Dani’s hands where they fiddle with the bottle. For a moment, Dani forgets to be cross and reclines her head, resting it on Jamie’s shoulder. She sighs, relinquishing control, and Jamie huffs out a quick laugh. She holds the champagne over the sink to catch the overflow when the bottle pops.

Dani mumbles something about “having loosened it,” which Jamie meets with resolute agreement and a, “‘course you did, baby.”

The lasagne, an Owen-approved non-abomination, has been plated, Dani having evidently done so while Jamie was shucking her dayclothes. She pours them each a healthy flute of champagne and seats herself beside Dani, raising her glass.

She hesitates.

“Wait,” Dani exclaims, hurrying to the hall closet. She rummages for a second, bringing back the Polaroid camera Jamie had given her their first Christmas together. She checks the film, appears satisfied, and balances the device on an upturned colander to set up her shot. She sets the timer and sidles under Jamie’s arm, picking up her champagne flute. “Smile!” Dani beams.

When the image prints, the picture reveals Dani, with the biggest grin Jamie swears she’s ever seen, and Jamie at her side, looking positively smitten. The flash has illuminated the silver streaks in her hair, the lines embedded in her skin. Time has been kind to her, she reminds herself, others are not so lucky. And, in any case, when she looks at this photograph, she will not be looking at herself.

Dani kisses her cheek and moves her keepsake to the coffee table for safety. Too many important documents ruined by spills for her to risk it. She props it gently against the roses. It’s perfect.

Again, Jamie raises her glass. She inspects the contents.

Again, she hesitates. Then, a toast:

“To another ten.”

Silence.

Dani stills, looks at her.

Jamie can see the beginning of an argument forming on the tip of Dani’s tongue, and Jamie holds her stare. It’s a challenge. A dare, even.

They do not often speak of the distant future. Only when it is absolutely necessary do they broach the sensitive topic.

A world-weary smile paints Dani’s lips. Her eyes are burdened, the vivacity present mere seconds ago seemingly having vanished. She is tired. It shows in the slump of her shoulders, the crease of her brow, the way the giddiness of earlier has slunk away, leaving Dani bare-boned and fatigued.

She lifts her glass.

She says nothing.

“I love you,” Jamie murmurs after the faint clink of glass on glass. “So much.”

“Always,” Dani finishes. And Jamie knows she means it.

+++

They embrace beneath the sheets that night, sweat cooling in the dry air. Jamie’s fingers are tangled in blonde waves highlighted with grey. Dani’s breathing has evened out, short puffs tickling Jamie’s sternum, as Jamie contemplates the window over her head.

She has found someone to love, and someone to love her in return. Someone who will stay, even on the bad days. Someone who expects nothing and deserves everything.

Dani is everything Jamie thought she never deserved. Dani is good. Dani is good and exquisite and utterly unbelievable and, god, how Jamie loves her.

She loves waking up beside her every morning, and she loves smelling the same fruity shampoo on the pillow. She loves spending the day working together on the business they built from the dirt up. She loves falling into bed every night and pulling Dani close. Every minute they have together is a gift that Jamie refuses to take for granted.

To another ten years, she thinks, and allows her eyes to close. Dani sighs against her.

[mdelpin]

003 Erza for the ask

Thanks for the ask!

How I feel about this character:

Erza is a character that I loved right away. The first time we hear about her Natsu and Gray are visualizing her looking like a demon and kicking down mountains. Then when we first see her, she is carrying this ridiculously huge decorated horn and getting on everyone's case.

She's just this larger-than-life character that was overpowered from the second we met her. She packs like she needs to bring every item she owns with her at all times. Acts stern but is actually quite sweet. Seems incredibly tough, but is also so very vulnerable. She is also incredibly flighty? Like it cracks me up that she's so into acting, to where she would almost rather sink in sand rather than let go of her luggage which contained all her props. And she's quirky? Her love for strawberry cake, the way she just takes over everything with such enthusiasm. How she's already bought her wedding dress even though she's yet to go on a date. She hijacked a pirate ship for God's sake, and all the pirates fell in love with her! I mean, come on, she's awesome!

Erza is just this walking contradiction, and that really appealed to me. She's also a beautiful person, inside and out. With a heart of gold to match. Absolutely my favorite female character in the series.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character:

My favorite ship for her is Lyon. I believe he is a lot of the things she admires in Jellal, but unlike Jellal, he actually overcame his personal demons and is emotionally available? He respects her abilities and I dunno, there was something about that moment in the Nirvana arc after Cobra poisoned her where he was the only one listening to her that just clicked with me. He is also just a great guy and I could see him giving her that romance she longs for.

My other ship for her is Mirajane. They are both strong women who complement each other well. Plus, I'm a sucker for the rivals to lovers trope. (obviously)

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character:

Gray and Natsu hands down. I absolutely love the way these three care about each other. I love her little but we bathed together all the time references. How they act scared of her but will throw down if anyone even thinks of making her cry.

Erza's belief in them and their abilities is so strong. Absolute big sister vibes. The way she tries to get them to behave. The three of them are chaos, and I am here for it. One of my favorite fights was their fight against Lullaby because it's so rare for them to all attack at once and that was just so cool!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I have no idea what opinions there are about her, aside from people complaining she's overpowered, which duh. Erza was overpowered from day one. She's an S-Class mage ffs, that's supposed to mean something. She was also still growing/developing her skills, so yeah, she was only going to get more so. Besides, her becoming more overpowered makes way more sense than other characters I shall not name. Okay, I'll give you the damn meteor, but taking a page from Happy. "That's our Alvarez!"

She's better off without Jellal? That's all I got.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Like all of them, I wish that her trauma from Tartaros had been addressed in the manga/anime. The amount of torture she endured is not something you just shrug off.

Favorite friendship for this character:

I think that would be Wendy. I love how she took her under her wing after what happened in Nirvana and Cait Shelter.

My crossover ship:

I got nothing. You have no idea how hard it was for me to even come up with ships for her in Fairy Tail. I have gone through my entire MyAnimeList and the closest I could think of was Rengoku from Demon Slayer or Fuegoleon from Black Clover and to be honest, I don't really see either. Sorry!

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Interview

BB: welcome back everyone! So good to see you all here today! We're back for a 3rd time here on BB Channel! Like before we're joined by the lil cuties of Ed and Mari. But this time their parents have come to join!

Rex: hello...

Quetz: Hola!

BB: that wasn't a very strong greeting Rex!

Rex: I'm tired right now. Can't this wait?

BB: time waits for no one and neither does BB!

Mari: already this is super annoying! *sigh* so why'd you decide to bring them into this anyways?

BB: the people who follow this blog need to see how they're doing so long after Chaldea too! You two have had the spotlight for a while, so now you should share.

Ed: I mean... guess that's fair.

Mari: should anyone be dealing with this?

Rex: I'd rather not be here either.

BB: aaaww, don't be like that! This will be fun!

Quetz: that's a very hard sell BB.

BB: just humor me at least.

Rex: ...fine

Quetz: what are we even doing anyways?

BB: some of your interdimensional buds have sent in questions about how you guys are doing, and I'm here to get those answers for them!

Quetz: that actually sounds nice...

BB: what'd I tell ya!?

Rex: yeah yeah, pls get started.

BB: fine. First few are from my precious bombardier beetle! First one she asks: do you have any pets?

Mari: oof! Do we!

Rex: currently we have four dogs: 1 German Shepherd named King, a Pitbull named Sparks, a Dogo Argentino named Duke, and a Corgi named Marshmallow.

Quetz: but also we have a habit of adopting older dogs who aren't likely to get a home because of their age or rescues to give them a nice place to stay.

BB: aaawww, well ain't that wholesome?

Mari: we also have mom's bigass pterosaur!

BB: less wholesome. Next one from my dear yellowjacket: favorite foods?

Rex: PIZZA!

Mari: CAKE!

BB: whoa! Pump the brakes you two! No need to get too excited!

Quetz: ...honestly? I don't really have a favorite food. Just a bunch I like to eat and some I don't. If I had to choose, I'd say chocolate.

Ed: I'm a steak man myself.

BB: 2 sweets, and 2 savories. Next up! Who wakes up earliest?

Rex: Quetz

Ed and Mari: Mom

Quetz: ...I guess it's me... hehehe.

BB: honestly I'm not surprised. She's so damn athletic and even used to be a professional.

BB: next! Where do you all like to go for vacations and such?

Ed: mom and dad have a vacation home in Alaska.

BB: Alaska?! Why?

Mari: when warm weather is the norm for you it's nice to go to the cold to change things up.

Rex: yeah, it's actually very nice. Not too many people and beautiful nature sights.

BB: well to each their own. Another from my dear antlion: how long does it take to pick a movie or TV show to watch?

Quetz: hehehe, we're all so indecisive it takes ages to pick. It's not uncommon for us to give up after taking so long.

BB: you should work on that. This next one's interesting. My precious army ant also suggests a round of common household jobs and the like from each member.

Rex: hmmm

BB: she gave an example of like, who does the cooking?

Quetz: well it's both me and mi amor in that case. The kids aren't very creative.

Ed: hey! We're plenty creative!

Mari: no we're not, don't lie.

Rex: we only really ask that the kids clean their rooms and any messes they make. We handle most everything else.

BB: they should really show some independence tho. Can't coddle them forever.

BB: in the next one, Cadence asks about a house tour and if there's a jacuzzi.

Quetz: a house tour feels like it should be it's own thing.

Rex: yeah, but we do have a jacuzzi dude, so don't worry.

BB: next one's from Reen: she asks what would life be if you weren't in chaldea,

Rex: y'mean like now? I mean... it's a relatively normalish domestic life? With less work tho.

Quetz: si, I've made plenty from my lucha career before retirement we don't have to worry about money much. But mi amof still makes money just in case.

BB: well after that she asks: how was your life before and after meeting each other?

Rex: ...kinda sad. Aside from chaldea and saving the world, I was kinda just... stagnant. Go to work, go home and so on. Not much to my life before then.

Quetz: ...honestly, for me it was the same. After the age of Gods ended we didn't do much of anything. We mostly watched over humanity, I've been summoned in modern day before but that was rare and infrequent.

Rex: ...after I met Quetz tho... I dunno things felt... better? She kinda forced her way into my life after I summoned her and... I was more then ok to accept her... before long we had something beautiful...

Quetz: aww, mi amor! I'm so happy to hear that!

BB: ain't that sweet? Like me and my dear centipede. Final one from Reen: if you could build a dream home then where? (Can be in fantasy)

Rex: I mean... where we are now is good.

Mari: yeah, right at the border of a huge rainforest in the Yucatan sounds fine.

Ed: but what about the fantasy bit?

Quetz: hmmm... we don't really look at fantasy much. But maybe a castle of some kind?

Rex: or a Mayan temple? But with electricity and Wi-Fi.

BB: that's fair. Need those memes in your life. Now some from Kaz! First she asks: what kind of gifts do you give each other?

Rex: uuhh, well I like getting mi corazon custom things. Like some personal clothes, or even a portrait of the two of us.

Quetz: ehehehe, I like to spoil mi amor with extravagant things! Golden treasure and the like!

Mari: concerning...

BB: next, how would you spend the day if it's raining outside?

Rex: I actually enjoy rainy weather, so I like to chill near a window or even on the porch listening to the rain.

Mari: it's very soothing.

BB: how quaint. Last one from Kaz: whose good at cooking and baking?

Quetz: hehehe, that'd be me. Tho it might be considered cheating since I use my goddess power to help.

Mari: well no one else is the greatest normally so it's fine.

BB: a good 'ol better then nothing kinda attitude! Now we're back to Cadence but with more relaxed questions: what's the current house look like?

Rex: ....big.

Mari: like three stories tall with a DEEP basement.

Ed: like... 5 rooms too many.

Quetz: we also have an indoor pool.

Rex: the outside looks almost gothic, but partially taken over by nature.

BB: all this near a rainforest?

Quetz: si! Despite the size, all the nearby trees still tower over it.

BB: nature can get scary. I've seen worse and have been worse but still. Another one: how do family events function? Any specific holidays?

Quetz: ...most family events are just us... going somewhere nice to eat nice food...

Rex: do they mean bringing extended family? My family lives too far to visit often

Quetz: ...and I'd rather not speak of mine... things have gotten rocky as of late.

Mari: right, well for holidays we celebrate most standard one, like Easter and valentine's and such. For October we kinda try to combine Halloween and Day of the dead.

Ed: but Christmas is the most important for us! Mom and Dad always make the biggest celebrations for Christmas!

BB: gotta love the holidays! Especially when your mom is santa... still weird to say that. Next one! Any plans for the future?

Rex: eh... not really? I mean I want to prepare Maria to continue the family magecraft, since Ed has no interest.

Mari: someone has to continue on this lost practice.

BB: good to know it won't be lost to time like we thought. Next one! Daily life?

Rex: I wake up, eat, work on magecraft, spend family time, spend time with Quetz, go to bed.

Quetz: I wake up, workout, eat, workout, spend time with mi familia, lovely time with mi amor and then I sleep.

Ed: I wake up, take a walk, eat, practice soccer, spend family time, sleep.

Mari: sleep, sleep again, dragged to breakfast by mom, eat, eat again, mess with magecraft, eat, sit with everyone else, scroll thru my phone for hours, sleep.

Quetz: *sigh* mija, you need to change your priorities.

Mari: mmmmm... No.

BB: bad habits there Mari. Next they'd like to know if your in contact with anyone from chaldea? Other then me!

Rex: here's a real quick list: Marie, Mash, Kiara, Penth, Astraea, Martha, Ishtar, Gorgon, Jalter, The twins, your kids BB, etc etc.

Quetz: too many to list...

BB: nice you haven't lost contact! Next! About that Wedding?

Rex: well... it was eventful to say the least. Not long after completing the china LB. Most of the servants were invited, and most of Quetz's family showed up.

Quetz: si, Martha officiated it for us. Most of my family were so nice at the time... too bad that hasn't lasted.

Rex: let's not mention that...

BB: it was such a nice wedding! You two were so "nervous" you had trouble with your vows! How adorable!

Mari: why the quotes?

BB: no reason... now we're at the home stretch! Good 'ol Ash has some for stuff that technically hasn't happened yet, but you should still be able to answer! What responsibilities will Rex take on when he joins the pantheon?

Quetz: ...well he'll be largely a guardian of life on earth. Authority over things like the jungle itself, volcanos, and even snow... for some reason.

Rex: well it still snows in mexico... occasionally.

Quetz: and we'll be sharing authority over Venus! I wanted to share it with mi amor!

BB: cute! Hmmm, not sure if you cananswer this one just yet? Adjusting to God hood?

Rex: well I got to try it out a bit. Summoning lava and snow is... interesting. But also... my mind felt... odd... but also clearer? Not sure how to put it...

BB: I'm sure when you get there you'll get it... took me a bit after servant fest. And how did the other divinities react?

BB: actually I have some recordings of that to answer, so play the clip!

A screen appears showing recordings of some servants, one at a time.

Ishtar: eh! She's turning you into a god!? ...I guess you've earned it master...

Eresh: what!? Can you do that?! ...guess I won't see you in Kur... then again I don't think you have any link to Kur anyways.

Kama: do you really think your cut out for it? I mean... if it's just for you two to be together then I guess it's fine.

Astraea: godhood is a very big responsibility master. Are you certain you're up to it? Saving humanity is also a big task but at least that has an end point. This is... eternal.

Qin: oh! So you have decided to go for immortality after all?! Tho not the same as my methods, it is still good to see you two will be happy together!

Scathach: immortality? I've strived for death for so long... to see you go for immortality... Hopefully you'll find happiness, where I couldn't...

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BB: very interesting! Most seem hesitant of it all... I for one think it's cute! Imagine in a thousand years you guys have a double date with me and my dear stag beetle!

Rex: ...a thousand years...

Quetz: still having trouble processing it all?

Rex: yeah... maybe when I get there... it'll be easier.

BB: now for today's final one! A scenario! One of you two goes berserk! What does the other do to calm them down?

Rex: well that has happened before... usually a nice hug is more then good enough.

Quetz: si! I've almost destroyed a few servants a few times until mi amor caught me in a hug! I can't bring myself to harm him... so I stop!

BB: sounds too easy... but I've seen that before so... I'll let it slide.

BB: well that's all the time we have for now! Hopefully you all are satisfied by the answers! We'll be doing this again, seeya!

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered | (6/7)

Title: Signed, Sealed, Delivered Summary:   Jan is in love with her French pen pal, Nicky. Her roommate, Crystal, is in love with her best friend, Gigi. A (perhaps ill-thought out) plan emerges: give Nicky a reason to visit by inviting her to Crystal and Gigi’s wedding. With a month to pull the scheme together, no one knows how this will end up. Word Count: ~3k (this chapter) / ~17.4k (total) Relationship(s): Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode Rating: E

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Jan rubbed her eyes, trying to dislodge whatever had gotten caked in there overnight, then pushed herself out of bed and made herself walk towards the kitchen. She put on her glasses and saw Crystal cooking breakfast – so she took off her glasses and put them on again to make sure she was seeing that correctly. “You’re up bright and early,” she observed.

“Is that weird?” Crystal asked, feigning innocence because the answer was obvious. Especially since she couldn’t look Jan in the eye and started shifting her weight from one leg to the other. That went on for about twenty seconds before she broke. “Okay, okay. It’s just… Gigi spent the night.”

That didn’t clear anything up for Jan, who waited for a further explanation. When she didn’t get one, she pointed out, “Gigi spends the night all the time, we both know she’s very comfortable with that. I mean… She practically lives here.”

She huffed because now she had to get into specifics. “No, but it was different this time. We… you know…” instead of outright saying it, she made a ‘v’ with her fingers and flicked her tongue between them.

“Oh please, you can just say you fucked,” Jan said, only for it to hit her a beat later. “Oh my god, you guys fucked?” Her eyes went wide and she bounced excitedly. “Wait, wait, wait. What does that mean for you guys now? Are you gonna be a thing? Is she still here?”

Crystal blinked. “How can you breathe when you’re talking so fast?” She turned back to finish cooking, then plated the food. “She’s taking a shower… I don’t know what this means for us,” she sighed. “The whole thing started because she said we weren’t convincing when we kissed for the photos. Maybe she thought we needed to explore our physical chemistry so we can use it better.”

Jan put her hand over her mouth and giggled. “I’m sorry, but that sounds like a line,” she told her, moving around the kitchen island to pour herself coffee. “Which, I mean, is good for you, because it means she was looking for an excuse to feel you up,” she added, bumping her hip against Crystal’s.

“That’s what I said! But she swore we just needed to be super convincing or it’d ruin our whole plan.”

She quirked her brow and snickered. “You believed that?”

Crystal looked down, pushing a forkful of her omelet into her mouth. “I mean… Why would she make that up? That doesn’t make any sense.” She looked back up, eyes meeting her roommate’s incredulous expression. “What?”

Jan was about to scream, her eyes ready to pop out of her head. If it was obvious to her, it was damn near bewildering that Crystal couldn’t pick up on it. This wasn’t some cute, subtle flirting, like the kind they had been trying to master this whole time – this was as close to an outright declaration of affection that someone like Gigi would get. “I don’t know, Crystal,” she answered with pointed sarcasm, “lying to people we like seems to be the norm here, let’s think this through a little bit.”

Luckily for Crystal, she didn’t get a chance to think too hard. Before she could reply, Gigi exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body, another wrapping up her hair. She looked at the other two girls, blissfully unaware of the bubbling tension between the two roommates. “Hi Jan,” she greeted, at least realizing she had walked in on the middle of a conversation, and added, “I’m gonna go get dressed,” before disappearing into Crystal’s bedroom.

Crystal exhaled once Gigi left and waited for her heart to return to its normal speed. She hated that even though she knew the other girl hadn’t heard anything, her mere presence made her chest tighten. Even after all that had happened the night before, she had the feeling of walking on eggshells around Gigi whenever the subject of her feelings was approached. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Not to sound like the world’s biggest hypocrite, but you could talk to her about it,” Jan suggested gently. She imagined life was a lot easier for people who weren’t afraid to say how they feel, to just open their hearts up and speak their mind without fear of repercussion. It must be nice. Completely unrealistic, but nice.

Unsurprisingly, Crystal scoffed at the mere suggestion. “If talking about things was plausible, we wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.”

Jan sighed and leaned against the counter. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair.” She exhaled deeply and looked out the window. “God, we’re pretty fucking useless. Almost makes it hard to believe that graduation’s at the end of the week,” she mused. “When’s your family due in?”

“Day before the ceremony, so Friday. Means we got two whole days of peace and quiet before we have to deal with them,” Crystal explained between bites. But then she abruptly stopped, eyes going wide. “Oh fuck, what’re we gonna do about the… everything?”

Before Jan could answer, Gigi – now fully dressed – rejoined them, naturally noticing the horror in Crystal’s expression before anything else. “What’s wrong?”

“We failed to account for Crystal’s family flying out here in the midst of all of this,” Jan told her. “So we’re either going to have to clue them in, avoid mentioning anything entirely, or let her conservative parents think she’s about to marry a girl they’ve met… what, twice?”

Crystal nodded to confirm Jan’s answer. “I think the second one is our best chance, probably the easiest one too.” She strummed her fingers against the plate, lips pursed and brows furrowed. “Gigi, you need to tell your mom not to say anything, they’ll still probably want to say hi to you guys.”

Gigi shrugged. “Sure, but I don’t think she’s planning on going to the ceremony, so I dunno when she’d see them anyway.”

“I’m just covering our asses!” Crystal snapped, causing both of the other girls to take a surprised, cautious step backward. She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “Look, my parents are… They’re trying. But it’s still a work in progress. I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible.”

Jan and Gigi moved back to Crystal, gently holding her from either side. “Everything is going to be fine,” Jan said with a certainty she’d been lacking for the entirety of their plan. But it was different, avoidable, and they weren’t going to let it ruin such an important day. “We’re not gonna let anything ruin this, I promise.”

------

Jan and Crystal, like the rest of their graduating class, were seated in alphabetical order, keeping them apart for the duration of the ceremony. They texted each other, and both Jan and Gigi made sure to reassure Crystal that there was nothing to worry about. And as they sat and listened to speech after speech, things felt increasingly calm, to the point that they were both able to walk across the stage with their heads held high.

And when they tossed their caps in the air, they felt free. The past four years had been a tough, enduring chapter in their lives, but a fun one as well. It also helped to have one less thing on their plate with Nicky’s visit and the ‘wedding’ around the corner.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” Gigi beamed when she finally caught up with the two of them after weaving through the crowd of graduates and their families. “How do you feel?”

“Tired,” Crystal answered. “I don’t see why they had to hold this so damn early.”

Jan frowned sympathetically. “She didn’t get a chance to get her coffee,” she clarified to Gigi. “Honestly, I’m just happy it’s all done. Gonna miss a lot of it but like… I’m not rushing back any time soon.”

“Yeah? Not going for that MFA?” Gigi asked, absentmindedly looping her arm around Crystal’s waist.

“Not now, at least,” she shrugged. “Gonna see how far I can get with this before I sign myself up for more school.” As she spoke, she felt her phone vibrate in her purse, then fished it out and smiled when she unlocked it. “Aw, look at this cute ‘congratulations’ gif Nicky sent me.”

Crystal’s gaze narrowed as she looked at the screen. “Congrats on your graduation, darling. I have a special present for you, but it’s a surprise. Heart, winky-kissy emoji,” she read off the screen, then looked at Jan quizzically. “What the fuck was that? Did you guys move to sexting already?”

Despite her reddening face, Jan’s expression read just as perplexed. “Believe me, you would know if we were. I have no idea what the surprise is.” She decided to set the mystery aside for the time being. “We should get back home and throw an overnight bag together, we can check into the hotel and leave them there, then right out to dinner with our families.”

“I still can’t believe your parents booked you a night in a penthouse for graduation,” Gigi chimed in. “They don’t mind that I’m going too, right?”

Jan shook her head. “It’s fine, you’ll just have to share a bed with Crystal… But I’m sure that won’t be an issue, right?” she did her best to fight off a smirk, but by the way, Crystal was glaring at her, she was pretty sure her efforts were not paying off.

But Gigi didn’t seem to notice either way. “Yeah, no problem here,” she answered with a casual shrug.

------

Much to everyone’s relief, dinner with Crystal and Jan’s families went off without a hitch, and the two of them, along with Gigi, were ready to have a fun, relaxing night in the penthouse. The suite had two queen-sized beds, Jan running to claim the one closer to the window and the air conditioning.

“Holy shit,” Crystal remarked as she looked around. “How much did this cost?”

“Dunno, my dad used his airline points to cover it,” Jan explained, then flopped down on the bed. “This is a perfect note to end our college careers on.”

Gigi sat on the edge of the other bed. “Can we order room service?” she asked, pushing herself further onto the bed and aimlessly swinging her legs.

Jan sat up and nodded, then got the menu from the bedside drawer. “You know, Nicky never got back to me about whatever her surprise was, I didn’t get anything in the mail.”

“And no salacious photos?” Gigi asked.

“No.”

“She must have a big package for you,” Crystal mused, then laughed at her wording. She ignored Jan and Gigi rolling their eyes and moved to look at the menu, the three of them calling in an order shortly after.

As the three of them sat on Jan’s bed, eating overpriced food and drinking wine that was probably fancy, but they wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between that and the fifteen dollar bottles they were used to. And after a couple glasses of wine, they had become even more relaxed, enough for Crystal to admit, “Jan knows we fucked, by the way.”

Gigi blinked, looking between Crystal and Jan with her lips pursed around the glass. “I didn’t know it was a secret,” she replied once she lowered the glass. “But why did Jan want to know?”

Crystal swallowed thickly, trying to think of a way to talk herself out of what she’d just gotten into. “Because… We’re friends? We talk to each other about this sort of thing. We’re close.”

“Very close,” Jan added under her breath, then giggled when Crystal shot her a look.

Gigi frowned. “Okay, can I ask something that’s been bugging me for a while? Do you guys have, like, a thing?”

Crystal nearly choked on her drink while Jan just seemed to sit and think, then answered with “define ‘thing’.”

“Look, I know you’re in love with Nicky, I’m not saying I think you guys are gonna run off together or anything,” Gigi assured. “But… Sometimes I get the vibe that Crystal might have a crush on you.”

While Crystal’s mouth hung open in shock and a bit of wine dribbled down her chin, Jan had burst out laughing, narrowly avoiding knocking anything over in the process. It was the type of laughter that left her out of breath and with watery eyes.

“Are you done?” Gigi asked, deadpan. “Did you get it out of your system?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jan panted, then turned to Crystal. “I’m sorry, sweetie, I have to tell her the truth,” and Crystal didn’t put up a fight, so she proceeded. “Okay, look, Crystal and I did have sex. Once. But she did it to take her mind off of how much she likes you. It wasn’t anything more than two friends getting high and helping each other out.”

It wasn’t easy to stun Gigi into silence, but Jan’s explanation seemed to do the trick. Had she had it wrong this whole time? Misread every interaction? Ignored every sign? Sure, she knew she tended to be oblivious, but this just made her feel silly. At this point, she didn’t care that Jan and Crystal had hooked up, all she was concerned with was what happened next. “Since we’re all telling the truth now… I have an embarrassing confession. The last girl I hooked up with… I, um, called her ‘Crystal’ in bed. Kinda realized I couldn’t ignore how I felt anymore.”

“If I may,” Jan chimed in. “Literally the first time I saw you guys without the engagement rings was at graduation. Maybe this was a stupid, convoluted way to figure it out, but I think you guys are supposed to be together. Now, I… suddenly have the desire to take a long bath… Bye.” She got off the bed and quickly ducked into the bathroom to give the other two the time alone they needed.

“She’s trying her best,” Crystal remarked before turning to face Gigi. “I… that story… you weren’t just saying that to have an excuse for liking me, right?”

Gigi smiled softly and shook her head. “Is it really that hard to believe?”

Crystal shrugged. “I guess not. The image of you saying the wrong name in bed is funny, though. Just wanted to make sure it was real.” She shifted closer to Gigi and rested her head on her shoulder. “I’m so tired of pretending, not pretending to be engaged, pretending to just be friends.”

“You’re not suggesting we get engaged for real, are you?”

She laughed, picking her head up and resting it against Gigi’s. “No, not at all. I just wanna be your girlfriend, Geege.”

Gigi grinned broadly and pressed a kiss to Crystal’s lips. “I love how that sounds. Say it again, please.”

And Crystal would’ve happily said it as many times as Gigi wanted, as long as she got a ‘yes’ in return. “I wanna be your girlfriend.”

“Then… You are. That’s that,” she concluded, kissing her again, this time longer and with much more emotion behind it. “If we barricade Jan in the bathroom, we could probably fuck before she breaks down the door.”

Crystal laughed, getting up and moving back to hers and Gigi’s bed. “She wouldn’t care if she walked in on us, neither would I, honestly, but I kind of… don’t want to have sex right now. I’m all emotional and vulnerable and whatever,” she admitted as she laid on her side, opening her arms and beckoning Gigi to join her.

“Oh,” Gigi felt her heart swell with warmth. “We don’t have to at all, then,” she hummed, laying with Crystal and holding her close. She pressed gentle kisses over her face, carding her fingers through Crystal’s hair.

They cuddled in comfortable silence for about another ten minutes until they heard the bathroom door open. Jan was wrapped in a white terrycloth robe, her hair a bit damp, and let out a content sigh. She looked over at the couple and smiled fondly. “Aw, you guys are too cute!” she squealed.

“You weren’t eavesdropping, were you?” Crystal asked.

“Nope,” Jan answered honestly. “I’ve been texting with Nicky. But it looks like you guys worked everything out.”

“We did,” Gigi confirmed, then her brows furrowed. “She’s up late, isn’t she? It’s after three in the morning in France, right?”

Jan looked at her phone and counted to herself. “Yeah, that is late, but that’s not uncommon for her, so I didn’t ask.” She gathered up the plates and glasses, stacking it up on the tray and setting it aside. “You guys are gonna finish this bottle off with me, right?”

Before either of them could answer, there was a knock on the door that caught them all off guard. “Wonder what else my parents have planned,” she mused, expecting some sort of additional graduation present, or maybe just an extra dessert. Either way, she opened the door with a smile, only for her jaw to go slack and practically drop to the floor. Surely she was seeing things, or maybe she was more drunk than she realized. There was no way–

“Surprise!” Nicky beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Chapter 6 (Crygi, Jan x Nicky) - Joley

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Jan rubbed her eyes, trying to dislodge whatever had gotten caked in there overnight, then pushed herself out of bed and made herself walk towards the kitchen. She put on her glasses and saw Crystal cooking breakfast – so she took off her glasses and put them on again to make sure she was seeing that correctly. “You’re up bright and early,” she observed.

“Is that weird?” Crystal asked, feigning innocence because the answer was obvious. Especially since she couldn’t look Jan in the eye and started shifting her weight from one leg to the other. That went on for about twenty seconds before she broke. “Okay, okay. It’s just… Gigi spent the night.”

That didn’t clear anything up for Jan, who waited for a further explanation. When she didn’t get one, she pointed out, “Gigi spends the night all the time, we both know she’s very comfortable with that. I mean… She practically lives here.”

She huffed because now she had to get into specifics. “No, but it was different this time. We… you know…” instead of outright saying it, she made a ‘v’ with her fingers and flicked her tongue between them.

“Oh please, you can just say you fucked,” Jan said, only for it to hit her a beat later. “Oh my god, you guys fucked?” Her eyes went wide and she bounced excitedly. “Wait, wait, wait. What does that mean for you guys now? Are you gonna be a thing? Is she still here?”

Crystal blinked. “How can you breathe when you’re talking so fast?” She turned back to finish cooking, then plated the food. “She’s taking a shower… I don’t know what this means for us,” she sighed. “The whole thing started because she said we weren’t convincing when we kissed for the photos. Maybe she thought we needed to explore our physical chemistry so we can use it better.”

Jan put her hand over her mouth and giggled. “I’m sorry, but that sounds like a line,” she told her, moving around the kitchen island to pour herself coffee. “Which, I mean, is good for you, because it means she was looking for an excuse to feel you up,” she added, bumping her hip against Crystal’s.

“That’s what I said! But she swore we just needed to be super convincing or it’d ruin our whole plan.”

She quirked her brow and snickered. “You believed that?”

Crystal looked down, pushing a forkful of her omelet into her mouth. “I mean… Why would she make that up? That doesn’t make any sense.” She looked back up, eyes meeting her roommate’s incredulous expression. “What?”

Jan was about to scream, her eyes ready to pop out of her head. If it was obvious to her, it was damn near bewildering that Crystal couldn’t pick up on it. This wasn’t some cute, subtle flirting, like the kind they had been trying to master this whole time – this was as close to an outright declaration of affection that someone like Gigi would get. “I don’t know, Crystal,” she answered with pointed sarcasm, “lying to people we like seems to be the norm here, let’s think this through a little bit.”

Luckily for Crystal, she didn’t get a chance to think too hard. Before she could reply, Gigi exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body, another wrapping up her hair. She looked at the other two girls, blissfully unaware of the bubbling tension between the two roommates. “Hi Jan,” she greeted, at least realizing she had walked in on the middle of a conversation, and added, “I’m gonna go get dressed,” before disappearing into Crystal’s bedroom.

Crystal exhaled once Gigi left and waited for her heart to return to its normal speed. She hated that even though she knew the other girl hadn’t heard anything, her mere presence made her chest tighten. Even after all that had happened the night before, she had the feeling of walking on eggshells around Gigi whenever the subject of her feelings was approached. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Not to sound like the world’s biggest hypocrite, but you could talk to her about it,” Jan suggested gently. She imagined life was a lot easier for people who weren’t afraid to say how they feel, to just open their hearts up and speak their mind without fear of repercussion. It must be nice. Completely unrealistic, but nice.

Unsurprisingly, Crystal scoffed at the mere suggestion. “If talking about things was plausible, we wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.”

Jan sighed and leaned against the counter. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair.” She exhaled deeply and looked out the window. “God, we’re pretty fucking useless. Almost makes it hard to believe that graduation’s at the end of the week,” she mused. “When’s your family due in?”

“Day before the ceremony, so Friday. Means we got two whole days of peace and quiet before we have to deal with them,” Crystal explained between bites. But then she abruptly stopped, eyes going wide. “Oh fuck, what’re we gonna do about the… everything?”

Before Jan could answer, Gigi – now fully dressed – rejoined them, naturally noticing the horror in Crystal’s expression before anything else. “What’s wrong?”

“We failed to account for Crystal’s family flying out here in the midst of all of this,” Jan told her. “So we’re either going to have to clue them in, avoid mentioning anything entirely, or let her conservative parents think she’s about to marry a girl they’ve met… what, twice?”

Crystal nodded to confirm Jan’s answer. “I think the second one is our best chance, probably the easiest one too.” She strummed her fingers against the plate, lips pursed and brows furrowed. “Gigi, you need to tell your mom not to say anything, they’ll still probably want to say hi to you guys.”

Gigi shrugged. “Sure, but I don’t think she’s planning on going to the ceremony, so I dunno when she’d see them anyway.”

“I’m just covering our asses!” Crystal snapped, causing both of the other girls to take a surprised, cautious step backward. She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “Look, my parents are… They’re trying. But it’s still a work in progress. I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible.”

Jan and Gigi moved back to Crystal, gently holding her from either side. “Everything is going to be fine,” Jan said with a certainty she’d been lacking for the entirety of their plan. But it was different, avoidable, and they weren’t going to let it ruin such an important day. “We’re not gonna let anything ruin this, I promise.”

——

Jan and Crystal, like the rest of their graduating class, were seated in alphabetical order, keeping them apart for the duration of the ceremony. They texted each other, and both Jan and Gigi made sure to reassure Crystal that there was nothing to worry about. And as they sat and listened to speech after speech, things felt increasingly calm, to the point that they were both able to walk across the stage with their heads held high.

And when they tossed their caps in the air, they felt free. The past four years had been a tough, enduring chapter in their lives, but a fun one as well. It also helped to have one less thing on their plate with Nicky’s visit and the ‘wedding’ around the corner.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” Gigi beamed when she finally caught up with the two of them after weaving through the crowd of graduates and their families. “How do you feel?”

“Tired,” Crystal answered. “I don’t see why they had to hold this so damn early.”

Jan frowned sympathetically. “She didn’t get a chance to get her coffee,” she clarified to Gigi. “Honestly, I’m just happy it’s all done. Gonna miss a lot of it but like… I’m not rushing back any time soon.”

“Yeah? Not going for that MFA?” Gigi asked, absentmindedly looping her arm around Crystal’s waist.

“Not now, at least,” she shrugged. “Gonna see how far I can get with this before I sign myself up for more school.” As she spoke, she felt her phone vibrate in her purse, then fished it out and smiled when she unlocked it. “Aw, look at this cute ‘congratulations’ gif Nicky sent me.”

Crystal’s gaze narrowed as she looked at the screen. “Congrats on your graduation, darling. I have a special present for you, but it’s a surprise. Heart, winky-kissy emoji,” she read off the screen, then looked at Jan quizzically. “What the fuck was that? Did you guys move to sexting already?”

Despite her reddening face, Jan’s expression read just as perplexed. “Believe me, you would know if we were. I have no idea what the surprise is.” She decided to set the mystery aside for the time being. “We should get back home and throw an overnight bag together, we can check into the hotel and leave them there, then right out to dinner with our families.”

“I still can’t believe your parents booked you a night in a penthouse for graduation,” Gigi chimed in. “They don’t mind that I’m going too, right?”

Jan shook her head. “It’s fine, you’ll just have to share a bed with Crystal… But I’m sure that won’t be an issue, right?” she did her best to fight off a smirk, but by the way, Crystal was glaring at her, she was pretty sure her efforts were not paying off.

But Gigi didn’t seem to notice either way. “Yeah, no problem here,” she answered with a casual shrug.

——

Much to everyone’s relief, dinner with Crystal and Jan’s families went off without a hitch, and the two of them, along with Gigi, were ready to have a fun, relaxing night in the penthouse. The suite had two queen-sized beds, Jan running to claim the one closer to the window and the air conditioning.

“Holy shit,” Crystal remarked as she looked around. “How much did this cost?”

“Dunno, my dad used his airline points to cover it,” Jan explained, then flopped down on the bed. “This is a perfect note to end our college careers on.”

Gigi sat on the edge of the other bed. “Can we order room service?” she asked, pushing herself further onto the bed and aimlessly swinging her legs.

Jan sat up and nodded, then got the menu from the bedside drawer. “You know, Nicky never got back to me about whatever her surprise was, I didn’t get anything in the mail.”

“And no salacious photos?” Gigi asked.

“No.”

“She must have a big package for you,” Crystal mused, then laughed at her wording. She ignored Jan and Gigi rolling their eyes and moved to look at the menu, the three of them calling in an order shortly after.

As the three of them sat on Jan’s bed, eating overpriced food and drinking wine that was probably fancy, but they wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between that and the fifteen dollar bottles they were used to. And after a couple glasses of wine, they had become even more relaxed, enough for Crystal to admit, “Jan knows we fucked, by the way.”

Gigi blinked, looking between Crystal and Jan with her lips pursed around the glass. “I didn’t know it was a secret,” she replied once she lowered the glass. “But why did Jan want to know?”

Crystal swallowed thickly, trying to think of a way to talk herself out of what she’d just gotten into. “Because… We’re friends? We talk to each other about this sort of thing. We’re close.”

“Very close,” Jan added under her breath, then giggled when Crystal shot her a look.

Gigi frowned. “Okay, can I ask something that’s been bugging me for a while? Do you guys have, like, a thing?”

Crystal nearly choked on her drink while Jan just seemed to sit and think, then answered with “define ‘thing’.”

“Look, I know you’re in love with Nicky, I’m not saying I think you guys are gonna run off together or anything,” Gigi assured. “But… Sometimes I get the vibe that Crystal might have a crush on you.”

While Crystal’s mouth hung open in shock and a bit of wine dribbled down her chin, Jan had burst out laughing, narrowly avoiding knocking anything over in the process. It was the type of laughter that left her out of breath and with watery eyes.

“Are you done?” Gigi asked, deadpan. “Did you get it out of your system?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jan panted, then turned to Crystal. “I’m sorry, sweetie, I have to tell her the truth,” and Crystal didn’t put up a fight, so she proceeded. “Okay, look, Crystal and I did have sex. Once. But she did it to take her mind off of how much she likes you. It wasn’t anything more than two friends getting high and helping each other out.”

It wasn’t easy to stun Gigi into silence, but Jan’s explanation seemed to do the trick. Had she had it wrong this whole time? Misread every interaction? Ignored every sign? Sure, she knew she tended to be oblivious, but this just made her feel silly. At this point, she didn’t care that Jan and Crystal had hooked up, all she was concerned with was what happened next. “Since we’re all telling the truth now… I have an embarrassing confession. The last girl I hooked up with… I, um, called her ‘Crystal’ in bed. Kinda realized I couldn’t ignore how I felt anymore.”

“If I may,” Jan chimed in. “Literally the first time I saw you guys without the engagement rings was at graduation. Maybe this was a stupid, convoluted way to figure it out, but I think you guys are supposed to be together. Now, I… suddenly have the desire to take a long bath… Bye.” She got off the bed and quickly ducked into the bathroom to give the other two the time alone they needed.

“She’s trying her best,” Crystal remarked before turning to face Gigi. “I… that story… you weren’t just saying that to have an excuse for liking me, right?”

Gigi smiled softly and shook her head. “Is it really that hard to believe?”

Crystal shrugged. “I guess not. The image of you saying the wrong name in bed is funny, though. Just wanted to make sure it was real.” She shifted closer to Gigi and rested her head on her shoulder. “I’m so tired of pretending, not pretending to be engaged, pretending to just be friends.”

“You’re not suggesting we get engaged for real, are you?”

She laughed, picking her head up and resting it against Gigi’s. “No, not at all. I just wanna be your girlfriend, Geege.”

Gigi grinned broadly and pressed a kiss to Crystal’s lips. “I love how that sounds. Say it again, please.”

And Crystal would’ve happily said it as many times as Gigi wanted, as long as she got a ‘yes’ in return. “I wanna be your girlfriend.”

“Then… You are. That’s that,” she concluded, kissing her again, this time longer and with much more emotion behind it. “If we barricade Jan in the bathroom, we could probably fuck before she breaks down the door.”

Crystal laughed, getting up and moving back to hers and Gigi’s bed. “She wouldn’t care if she walked in on us, neither would I, honestly, but I kind of… don’t want to have sex right now. I’m all emotional and vulnerable and whatever,” she admitted as she laid on her side, opening her arms and beckoning Gigi to join her.

“Oh,” Gigi felt her heart swell with warmth. “We don’t have to at all, then,” she hummed, laying with Crystal and holding her close. She pressed gentle kisses over her face, carding her fingers through Crystal’s hair.

They cuddled in comfortable silence for about another ten minutes until they heard the bathroom door open. Jan was wrapped in a white terrycloth robe, her hair a bit damp, and let out a content sigh. She looked over at the couple and smiled fondly. “Aw, you guys are too cute!” she squealed.

“You weren’t eavesdropping, were you?” Crystal asked.

“Nope,” Jan answered honestly. “I’ve been texting with Nicky. But it looks like you guys worked everything out.”

“We did,” Gigi confirmed, then her brows furrowed. “She’s up late, isn’t she? It’s after three in the morning in France, right?”

Jan looked at her phone and counted to herself. “Yeah, that is late, but that’s not uncommon for her, so I didn’t ask.” She gathered up the plates and glasses, stacking it up on the tray and setting it aside. “You guys are gonna finish this bottle off with me, right?”

Before either of them could answer, there was a knock on the door that caught them all off guard. “Wonder what else my parents have planned,” she mused, expecting some sort of additional graduation present, or maybe just an extra dessert. Either way, she opened the door with a smile, only for her jaw to go slack and practically drop to the floor. Surely she was seeing things, or maybe she was more drunk than she realized. There was no way–

“Surprise!” Nicky beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Helping Robert

It had been a few months since Luka has help Robert come sober, slowly but surely Robert was doing good. Going to AA meetings were something that Robert was not too keen on doing. Sitting on around talking to a bunch of strangers was something that didn’t feel right to him.

As the week was rolling by Robert was sitting on the couch, looking up at the ceiling and ichying for a drink, but he throw out every bottle of whiskey he hand lying around the house.

He could go the store and get some. No one would know. Luka wouldn’t know.

One drink would not kill anyone.

Robert shook his head, and sat up. Places his hand over his face, and sighs loudly to himself.

Betsy, the Boston Terror was looking at him, she whimpers.

Robert smiles at the pup and pats her head, gently. “Good girl.”

He reaches for his phone, and looks at him. Should he reach out to Luka?

The guy was probably asleep, but Robert texted him.

Robert’s text: *hey. you awake?*

He sent a massage, and waited about a few moments. After about a few minutes, Robert was about take a shower when his phone chimed. He quickly looks at his phone, saw Luka was still up, thank god.

Luka’s texte: *hey! 😁 what’s up? everything okay??*

Robert paused before texting back. *can I come over for a bit??

After a few moments Luka texted back *yeah, sure. Come over. Are you ok??**

Robert’s text: I need to talk to someone.

Meanwhile at Luka’s house he was sitting down in the living room, really a book, staining at his phone with a worried expression on his.

Luka’s text: Yes, of course.

After a 10 minutes, the door bell ring and Luka walks over to open the door, as soon as he did Betsy came running like bat out of hell and ran into the living room.

Robert came walking in. His face looked somewhat pale and dark circles under his eyes.

Luka: Hey. ... Are you okay?

Robert: N-No... just... havin’ a rough night is all.

Luka nods but didn’t say anything, Robert walks into the living room, where Ponyo the cat lying on the couch sleeping soundly.

Robert smiles and reaches out to pet the cats head.

Ponyo lets out soft meow, and begins to purring, and rolled onto his back, letting Robert pets his belly.

Robert: Heh. Good kitty.

Luka: (walks in) Can I get you some tea?

Robert: Tea? (looks at him)

Luka: Yeah, I have green tea, green tea with mint, black tea, peppermint tea, or plain mint. ... ... Oh. There’s raspberry tea, chamomile tea.

Robert: ... ... The hell are ya, Luka? British?

Luka: Heheh. Kinda. I did live in the UK for 10 years with my husband before we moved back to the U.S.

Robert: ... ... Well that explains lot... Um... I dunno, ain’t much of tea guy... Chamomile tea, I guess.

Luka: You got it.

He walks out the room, and Betcy follows him into the kitchen.

Robert stops petting Ponyo and begins looking around the the large living room.

It was sit up very nicely, the couches pushed up against the walls, a large coffee table with beautiful flowers in small vase in the meddle, and some book.

Robert looking at the the photos that were hanging on the walls.

He looks around and smiles when sees cute pictures of Amanda when she was younger, and some pictures of friends and possibly some family.

Robert walks over the fireplace and sees one picture that caught his eye.

He reaches out and takes it, then looks at it.

Robert: No... It can’t be.

It was picture of Luka, smiling like at the camera his hands on Amanda’s shoulder who was held two pease signs and standing next on Luka’s right was taller muscular looking, with brown sink, light hazel eyes, and his arm Luka’s waste and his other hand on Amanda’s head.

Robert then saw other two photos with Luka and same taller man. It was wedding photo, both of them looked younger, and both wearing tuxes, and were kissing, and other laughing with white cake all over their face. And one where the the taller man was carrying Luka bridle style looking angry and embarrassed, and the taller man laughing and smiling brightly.

Robert then saw another picture of the Luka and the taller hold small baby girl Amanda, both of them smiling happy, and one the taller man was holding baby Amanda, her small on his shoulder, and a sweet smile on the taller face.

Robert: ... Alexander ‘The bone crush’ Jarvis! (thinking) LUKA WAS MARRIED TO ONE WORLD’S GREATEST BOXERS!? ... OH, MY GOD!!!

Amanda came walking down stairs, and sees Robert, standing in the living room and dumbfounded look on his face.

Amanda: Hey! Robert! ... Are ... you okay?

Robert: (looks at her) YOUR OLD MAN WAS ALEX BONE CRUSHER?!

Amanda: (looks at him awkwardly) Um... Yeah.

Robert: Oh, yeah! Kid, your dad was world famous boxer! You’re dad kicked ass!!

Luka: (walks in with a hot cup of tea) Here’s your—

Robert: (storms over to Luka) YOU WERE MARRIED TO ALEX THE BONE CRUSH?!

Luka nearly drops the hot cup off onto himself, and looks at Robert confused.

Luka: HUH?! What... the hell are you talking about?!

Amanda: Dad, language.

Luka: ... ... (gives her a sideways glance) What in the world are you talking about?

Robert: YOUR HUSBAND IS ALEX THE BONECRUSHER! HELLO!?

Luka: ... Ooooookay. And...?

Robert: ... Why are you not makin’ a big deal about this!? Your husband was a world famous boxer! YOU WON 35 MATCHES AND ONE OF THE BEST BOXERS IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD!!

Luka: ... ... (gets annoyed) Can you please shouting in my house. You’re freaking out the cat.

Robert blinks looks at Ponyo, who he saw was running out of the room.

Robert: Oh, sorry, old man.

Robert sits down the couch, and Luka places the tea onto the table and Amanda sits in the love couch, and Betcy hops onto her lap. Amanda smiles and hugs her.

Luka: Yeah, I was married to Alex.

Robert: For how long?

Luka: ... Um, Amanda is 18, so... 23 years

Robert: ... Seriously. Y-You were married and raised a kid with Alex The Bone Crusher.

Luka: (smiles) Yep. But to us he was a loving father and husband to us. Plus he kinda hated being famous.

Robert: Really?

Amanda: Yeah. Daddy hated being a celebrity. He would do interviews, and show up to charity events, but that’s about it. He just enjoyed boxing.

Robert: ... Huh? I-I didn’t know you were married to a badass man. Dude was monster in the ring.

Luka: Yeah... He was. (picks up the photo, and smiles) But he was big softly and goofball. And kind of big baby.

Robert: No, really?

Amanda: Oh, yeah. Daddy... Would scream and run away if he saw a bug. He hated bugs, snakes bats... And he was scared of ferrets.

Luka: Hehe. Remember you had a Ferret was a class pet, he refused to come out of room, then you made him the it... God, I have seen a man go from pure fear to madly in love in one second. Heh.

Amanda: Then he tried to adopt a ferret and we got Ponyo instead.

Luka: Yeah, Alex was a one of kind man.

Robert looks at the sweet smile on Luka’s. Amanda was looking one to other and stands up.

Amanda: Welp, it’s gettin’ late.

Gonna hit the hey. Night, Pops.

Luka: (look up) Huh? Oh, goodnight, sweetheart.

She walks up to him and kisses him on the cheek, smiles at Robert, who nods and smiles, she heads the upstairs.

Robert: ... You’re is a good kid.

Luka: Heh. Yeah. She is one of kind. (puts the photo down) So... Are you okay?

Robert looks at him, then looks at the mud of tea that was in his hand.

Robert: I... have been strugglin’ a lot lately.

Luka looks at him, and Robert sighs and takes a drink from his tea and sighs.

Robert: I-I was about to walk over to the liquor store... (puts his hand over his face) I... I don’t know what to do, Luka. I’ve been goin’ to these AA meetings for the past month and ... I don’t if I can’t keepin’. ... We had to hold hands and sing Goddamn Kumbaya.

Luka: I don’t think it’s that bad.

Robert: Luka, literally we had a stand in the a circle and sing kumbaya... It was... awakened.

Luka: ... ... That’s... Okay. (thinks for a moment) Have you thought about talking to someone?

Robert: I tried to reach out to Mary, but she’s got own shut to wal with.

Luka: That’s not what I meant.

Robert looks at him confused.

Luka: I was saying you should see a therapist about this.

Robert: ... A therapist? You’re bullshttin’ me.

Luka: (gets serious) I’m not bullshitting. I think you should see a therapist. I know a good one. Her name is Jessica Gilbert.

Robert: Wait... You go to therapy?

Luka: ... Yeaaah. Me and Amanda both do.

Robert: Wait, seriously? You both go to therapy? But...

Luka: But what?

Robert: You’re both so normal. You guys don’t see seem to have an issues. (grins)

Luka didn’t say anything, just looks at away for a moment. Robert’s smile fades, realizing that he said something stupid.

Robert: Shit... I-I... I’m sorry I wasn’t tryin’ to—

Luka: No, it’s... Okay. (pauses) After Alex passed away, Amanda... She... completely shut down. She wouldn’t eat, bearly spoke a word for 2 weeks. It was like all the joy and happiness was sucked out my girl life. It was most terrifying thing in my life. So, I took her see Jessica slowly but slowly, but surely, Amanda was back to herself.

Robert: ... ... What about you?

Luka: Huh? Oh, well, I have been seeing Jessica for years, even before Alex passed away. I-I hacd PTSD and anxiety.

Robert: ... ... Damn. I-I ... hand No idea.

Luka: Yeah. It’s something I don’t like talking about. I had a shit happened to me some years ago, but... I’m a lot better. (smiles) Yeah, I have days where I snuggle. Just like you.

He reaches and touches Robert’s hand, and squeeze gently.

Luka: Which is why I think you need this. I can’t make you going to therapy, but... I promise helps heal, the scars are there, and they still hurt like hell, but trust me... they will heal if let them.

Robert looks at Luka, and slowly takes his hand into his holds gently, the smiles.

Robert: Okay. I’ll give her a call tomorrow.

Luka smiles, and Robert moves closer to Luka, and rests his head his against his.

Robert: ... Thank you, Luka.

Luka: What are friends for.

Robert: ... ... Can I, um, stay the night?

Luka: Yeah. Of course. Let me set up the geust bedroom set up.

Robert nods and the two walked up the stairs and down at the very end hallway, and last down to the left, and small room.

Luka walks over to small closet and pulls out some sheets and blankets, as Ponyo came walking into the room, rubbing his body against Robert’s leg, and Betcy came running up, next to the cat.

Ponyo looks at her and begins nuzzling closer to her, Betcy began licking his face.

Robert watches them, smiling at the cute sight.

Robert: Gotta say Ponyo is very good with Betsy.

Luka: Heh. He is. We mostly grew with a our old Rottweiler, Suzy. She was a good girl. (pulls some blankets on the bed)

Robert: Aww. I wish I could have met her.(rubs the back of his head) Um, ya thanks. For lettin’ me stay the night.

Luka: No problem. I can understand. I kinda hate being alone sometimes too.

He made up the bed, and looks at Robert with smile.

Luka: Nothin’ to fancy, but it should be comfortable.

Robert: It’s perfect. Thanks again, Luka.

He walks up to him, his face goes a little pink, and hugs Luka who was taken aback by this action and hugs him back.

Robert: Thanks. ... I-I... I don’t really don’t know what else say. Thank you.

He pulls away, Luka’s sweet warm smile nearly made Robert’s heart melt.

Luka: Hey, Wait. I think there’s something that could help you. Give me a few minutes.

He walks up out room. Robert sits on the bed, and lays on it, looking ceiling.

After a few moments, Luka came walking caming back holding a black notebook, and pen.

Luka: Here.

Robert: Huh? (sits up, and takes it, and looks through the blank pages) ... ... I’m lost.

Luka: It’s a journal. I thought it might help you.

Robert: I’m don’t get it.

Luka: Well, Me and Amanda journal all the time, and it helped us out when dealing with our personal issues. It might help you as well, Robert.

Robert: Soooo... Write down my thought and feelin’. That kinda shit?

Luka: Pretty much.

Robert: And this works?

Luka: Dosen’t hurt to try.

Robert: Heh, touché.

Luka: Is there anything else you need?

Robert: No, you and Amanda have been good to me. I’m gonna try and gets some set eye.

Luka: Of course. Let me know if you need anything.

Robert nods thanking Luka again, he smiles the walks out the room.

Robert then looks at the notebook, he sits on the table, heads into the the bathroom, get changed into his pjs and brush his teeth.

He walks of the bathroom with a green t-shirt and gray sweatpants, looks walks over to the bed, looks down at the notebook again, thinking.

Robert: What the hell...

He sits down an the bed, picks up the notebook and pens, slowly began writing.

[internutter]

Can we get a story where non Baby!Angus Ango does something that crosses enough of a line that Taako and Kravitz have to punish him? (Like ground him out put him on pooper-scooper duty at Magnus')

It was quite the crime scene. The miasma of burned sugar and almonds filled the house. Half a cake lay under a cover of preservation. Some blackened blobs of... something... lay on a baking tray. Bubbles were frozen in the blobs’ surface, and Kravitz noted with alarm that there was no parchment nor any baking paper between them and the tray, which meant that the tray was essentially ruined.

Opposite the cake and the tray was a spread of marzipan fondant, patterned with candy canes and snowflakes, as evidenced by the rolling pin with embossed shapes on it. There were holes cut in the layer, yuletide shapes of gingerbread men, snowmen, trees, and bells. There were those shapes of cookie cutters laying nearby, as well as a large spreader knife.

This was not a Taako experiment. This was... a series of bad assumptions.

The house was quiet, save for the pleading mewls of the household cats. It was past their dinnertime by nearly half an hour, so they were clearly starving to death. Wait. Not quite silent... there were two separate sets of sobbing.

One in Angus’ room, one in Taako’s.

Kids came first.

He found Angus trying to pack to run away from home. He had an umbrella, which he was clearly planning to use as a bindle stick, and a large scarf upon which he was laying out what he thought of as the essentials. Since he was actually only three and a half, those things were mostly toys and favourite books. And a family portrait.

“Packing to leave?” asked Kravitz.

“I have to,” sniffled Angus. “...’m evil now.”

Um. What? “Nobody turns evil overnight, kiddo... Tell you what... I’ll talk about this with Apa. I don’t know what went wrong,” he could guess, but... “Just like Caleb Cleveland, I need all the facts.”

Taako was in a depression ball inside one of his terrible Candlenights sweaters. The one with the googly-eyed reindeer on it, which he utterly despised.

“Dove? Is there anything you need?”

“...jar of super-crunchy peanut butter an’ a jar of fuckin’ peanuts.”

Aaah, crap. This was bad.  He had to be stern with one of them, and Taako was obviously the toughest. “Dove... Taako. I need to know what the fuck happened here. At least come out enough to talk to me.”

He’d let his glamour go, and his makeup run, and his hair tangle. This... was fucking terrible.

“He thought... my marzipan fondant... was sugar cookies. And he tried t’ bake ‘em... while I was on the Stone to Marvellous Magic Magazine. I told him to wait... He didn’t wait... Do you know how long it takes to make marzipan from scratch, Krav? Do you know how long that takes?”

Kravitz could guess ‘more than a little while’ and moved on to the next obvious question. “Why were you making marzipan from scratch, love?”

“Fucking Suzan and her gods-damned neighbourhood Candlenights’ party. Like fuck am I using anything store bought for anything I bring there.” He shuddered and sobbed. “And worse, that baking tray is fucking ruined... It was one of our wedding gifts...”

Kravitz wrapped around him and let him cry it out. “So our boy made some bad choices... In his defence, we had been making sugar cookies all week...”

A shuddering breath in. “I know...”

“He probably thought he was trying to help.”

“I know...”

“So what’s the real trouble?”

“I dunno what t’ do about this,” Taako whimpered. “I might’a overreacted...”

“Angus did tell me he was evil now... and was trying to run away from home.”

“...oh gods...” Taako broke down in incoherent blubbering, but the gist of his teary babbling was that he never wanted any baby to feel unwanted. He never wanted to make Angus feel like he was hated, that life sucked. He was a bad parent and so on and so forth.

Kravitz carried Taako to Angus room so they could both bawl out their apologies to each other under his wing. In this case, literally under his wing... because the shelter of his wings hd always helped both husband and son feel safe.

They finally wound down to coherent words. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait. I wanted you to be proud I could do it all by myself.”

“I’m sorry I overreacted, baby. You’re not evil. And you’re not... anything else I said, I swear I don’t remember a lot of it, and I never meant a word. Apa got way too upset about a silly mistake.”

“All right. Now for a new house rule. You cause a mess, you at least try to fix it.”

“Guess that means tryin’a scrub burned marzipan off’a the baking tray,” mumbled Taako. “I’ll put all your stuff back to rights. Then we all learn Fabricate because fuck making marzipan from scratch after this meltdown.”

Taako could re-order Ango’s room on his own, but Angus would need supervision to at least try to get rid of burned marzipan. It was hard work, for sure, and Angus was not allowed to use Prestidigitation to clean it. He had to understand how much recovery was involved in a mistake like this one.

Angus managed to chip most of the bubbly blobs off and scour two burned marks off the surface before Taako declared, “Okay. That’s enough. You’re gonna wait when I tell ya from now, aren’t you, Ango?”

“...’essir.”

“M’kay. Lesson learned. Now for a fun one. Fabricate...”

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[imagine-loki]

Wedded Bliss

TITLE: Wedded Bliss CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 39 AUTHOR: MaliceManaged ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Odin determined to find Loki a wife in a misguided, though somewhat well-intentioned attempt to ‘mellow him’. … RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Still alive! Sorry about the delay; I’ve been very busy and stressed, then just tired af. It happens.

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Loki seemed thoughtful as he escorted Edith to her chambers when they finally decided to call it a night, though instead of leaving her at the door, he followed her inside, earning a questioning look. “What did Munnin want, back there?”

“How should I know? I don’t speak bird,” Edith giggled.

Loki shook his head. “When you touched him, did you not feel anything?”

“Well, yeah, but doesn’t that just happen with them?”

“Not without reason; it is a byproduct of the manner in which they communicate,” he explained, “Munnin communicates in images; did you see anything?”

“Not really.”

Loki frowned a bit. “What happened earlier, with the wine? I know you were not drunk, nor are you clumsy enough to knock that cup down by accident.”

“Oh, that. I’m pretty sure someone was trying to poison me. Probably the same person I felt watching me most of the night.”

He blinked. “You… And when were you planning on telling me this??”

“I dunno; tomorrow?” she shrugged, “I could maybe use a hand narrowing down a suspect list.”

“‘Narrowing down a’… Edith, you should have told me immediately,” he scolded.

“I’m not helpless, Loki,” she replied sharply.

“I know you are not, but this is not Midgard. There are some things here you have no defence for; I do, and you are, ultimately, my responsibility.” He held up a hand to forestall the retort her expression showed was coming. “I am not trying to dismiss your abilities. You are a royal guest and, technically, my betrothed; if something happens to you, it would have far more consequences than hurting me and upsetting my entire immediate family. What does it say that Asgard cannot even protect her guests in her own palace? You need to tell me these things.”

Edith frowned, not having thought of it from that angle. “Fine. I’m sorry,” she said somewhat grudgingly, then thought for a moment before adding, “Calling for backup is a last resort.”

“Edith-”

She shook her head, silencing him. “Rule four: ‘Calling for backup is a last resort’,” she explained, “The more people involved, the harder things are to contain.”

He walked up to her and placed his hands on her waist. “I can respect that, but if you cannot trust me to work from the shadows without detection…”

She ran her hands up his arms and laced her fingers behind his neck. “That is an excellent point,” she said leaning up on her toes to peck his lips, “Won’t happen again.”

He smiled slightly before stepping back. “If Munnin was not showing you anything, he may have been taking something instead,” he reasoned.

Edith hummed. “Probably the face of the guy who served me the tainted wine.”

“You remember what he looked like?”

“Of course; I remember what most of the staff I’ve met look like,” she said as though it should be obvious. She arched an eyebrow at his slightly surprised expression and crossed her arms at her chest. “Mom taught me to never dismiss the staff anywhere. They’re people, just like anyone else, they deserve that much courtesy at least.”

Loki had the presence of mind to look a bit chastened; given what he knew of Edith and what she had told him of her mother, he shouldn’t have been too surprised. “Well, it is a good thing, then,” he said, clearing his throat a bit, “He’ll be easier to find that way.”

“Yeah, well, that’s tomorrow’s problem, maybe; right now I just want out of this dress and into my bed,” she said, trying to stifle a yawn, “Mind giving me a hand? I didn’t expect to be back so late, and I told Anna and Gunhilda not to wait up.”

He chuckled as he motioned for her to turn around. “Those two will likely miss you when we go back to the tower,” he said as he began unlacing and unclasping where needed, “About the rest of those rules…”

“Nope.”

“Worth a try.”

****

In the morning, after breakfast, Edith found herself scolded by Odin, Frigga, and even Thor for not telling anyone of her suspicions the night before, to which she half apologised and explained again how she’d been taught to try to deal with problems herself before involving anyone else. Odin confirmed that Munnin had indeed gotten Edith’s memory of the man who’d delivered the poisoned wine, to Thor and Frigga’s surprise, as they hadn’t even thought it possible for the ravens to have a connection like the Allfather’s with anyone else.

“So, who do you think could want you dead?” Thor asked.

Edith snorted. “You mean besides pretty much every Lady of this court?”

“Now that’s not entirely fair; some of them merely want to see you suffer,” Loki chimed in cheerily, causing Edith to choke on the sip she’d just taken.

“Loki,” Frigga scolded, though the smile on her face quite ruined the effect. He merely grinned and she shook her head with a slight laugh before returning to the matter at hand. “I would discount Lady Agneta; she is a spoiled brat and a dedicated gossip monger, but she does not have the spine for assassination. Same with Ladies Inge, Sigrunn and the rest.” She thought for a moment. “Well, perhaps excluding Erna, what with the carriage incident.”

“There’s also the chance it is someone else entirely,” Loki added, “Quite a few of the Counsel are not too happy with our betrothal.”

“Grumbling is as far as they go,” Odin dismissed, “They know better.”

Loki frowned but said nothing in reply. “In any case, our return to Midgard today will either delay or hasten the search for the guilty party.”

“But find them, we will,” Frigga said resolutely.

They discussed things a while longer, getting as much detail on the events as Edith could provide, then dispersed to their various duties. Thor followed after Edith and Loki to the former’s chambers, wanting as much time with them as he could get in before they left once more.

“You will return for mother’s Nameday, won’t you?”

Loki gave him a Look. “Of course we will; I rather like living.”

Thor raised his hands in surrender. “Only making sure.”

“Geez, Thor; keep this up and we’ll start to think you miss us,” Edith teased as she packed her things.

“I did not even notice you were gone,” Thor scoffed.

“Naturally,” Loki drawled.

The three exchanged looks then burst out laughing. Once Edith was done packing, and had bid farewell to Anna and Gunhilda – who, as Loki had predicted, were more than a little sad to see her go – the trio went in search of Sif and the Warriors Three, who tried to convince them to stay a bit longer until Edith explained the team’s tradition of spending New Year’s Eve together. They then rode to the Observatory, where Heimdall awaited them his usual stoic self.

“Well, I suppose this is farewell for now,” Thor said, clasping Loki’s shoulder, “It was nice to have you home again, brother.”

“Norns; you are not to start crying now, are you?” Loki asked with mock horror, causing Thor to shove him back, making him laugh. “We will be back soon enough.”

“And you know, visits work both ways…” Edith added pointedly, earning a slightly embarrassed laugh.

“True enough,” Thor admitted, “I will make the time.”

“Damn right, you will,” Edith retorted, standing on her toes to hug him, earning a chuckle from the god as he leaned down to make it easier for her and hugging her back. With a final wave to Heimdall, who nodded in return with a small smile, the pair were sent on their way back, Edith stumbling a bit as they landed. “Yep, still hate that.”

Loki chuckled, helping her find stable footing again. “It really does get easier with time.”

“Liar; you just want me to get careless.” That got a laugh. She looked around, noting the lack of a welcoming committee. “Well, either everyone’s out…”

“Or we are about to be ambushed,” Loki finished.

They walked inside, keeping their guard up, and asked JARVIS where everyone was, though the AI’s answer was vague at best which told them that Tony was up to something. They first stopped by Edith’s room to drop off her bag then made their way to the common floor and from there to the kitchen, which was were Loki sensed the others were. The moment they walked in a popping sort of sound was heard a split second before what appeared to be a craft store’s worth of green and gold glitter blasted Loki from every direction, with Edith getting quite a bit as well as she was right behind him.

“Surprise!” a highly amused Tony cheered as he and the others popped out from behind the counter, where a large cake with green and black frosting and decorated with fondant replicas of Loki’s helmet sat, “Happy – belated – Nameday! And that is a useful tradition, by the way; hard to end up giving your kid a dumb name if you have to think about it for ten extra days.”

“Tony; getting off track,” Steve interrupted with a roll of his eyes before turning to a bemused Loki, “The glitter was Clint’s idea, by the way.”

“Wow, Cap. Wow.”

“We couldn’t celebrate with you then, so we figured we’d do it now,” Natasha explained with a small smile.

Loki’s bemusement gave way to stunned silence as he looked between them all. He felt Edith lace her fingers with his and looked down at her; with a giggle, she brushed glitter off his face before leaning up to kiss him, earning a few wolf whistles he couldn’t help laughing at.

[angelic-holland]

Can u write about planning your wedding with tom and doing cutesy stuff like cake testing picking out your guests picking groomsmen /bridesmaids

!!!!! This is so cute!!!!

I’m trying to write a wider variety of things other than smut so this was soooo fun to write!!

• ok so maybe you’re a little older like 26 because 23 is young and you wanna travel the world for a bit before getting married but you’re his and he’s yours

•Tom and you rarely argue but when he says that you should have a marble cake, marble for your wedding you lose it, maybe he likes chocolate more and you like vanilla so his best idea is to settle on marble and you’re all

•absolutely not

•and then you two do what you always do if there’s a disagreement about food, Rock Paper Scissors

•can’t choose between Thai and pizza? Rock Paper Scissors

•someone volunteered the pair of you to bake for Paddy’s bake sale? Rock Paper Scissors cupcakes or brownies

•same thing here, a heated best out of three, you win and Tom agrees with vanilla, as long as there’s a small chocolate cake for him to have at some point that evening

•and the guests!!! Tom is a hopeless romantic and he’s got a list a mile long of guests

•”no Tom we can invite half of hollywood to our wedding”

•”but the gifts will be amazing! And since next to none of them will be able to come, it’ll still be nice and small still”

•and you concede, because rich famous people probably give really good gifts, “narrow it down to people you’ve worked with” as if Tom hasn’t worked with half of Hollywood anyways

•now for groomsmen and bridesmaids, his brothers, Harrison, and Tuwaine will be his groomsmen. Maybe you have a brother and you’d like him to be a groomsmen but it’s not tradition so you don’t bring it up and when Tom is planning on getting his tux he’s like “well when’s your brother free?” And you’re like “???” And he’s “well he’s one of my groomsmen, so he’s gotta come with me.” And your heart swells with even more love for Tom if that’s possible

•and your best friends are your bridesmaids, your sister is your maid of honor

•and you’re trying on dresses and you don’t know which one will look the best and maybe you get a little insecure and decide to come back another day

•so you and Tom talk about it and you’re laying in bed, your head on his chest as he plays with your hair

•and you tell him “I dunno if I’ll look good in any wedding dress, what kinda wedding dress would you wanna see me in?”

•and he smiles, his eyes crinkling, “darling you could walk down the aisle in this T-shirt and I’d still think you’re the prettiest girl in the world”

• !!! And you get a little choked up because god damn your soon to be husband is a sweetheart

•and the next day you go back and it takes a little bit but with encouragement from your sister and friends you find a dress that makes you look fucking amazing

•and on your wedding day you’re in the bridal suite, and you were nervous

•not nervous to marry Tom, you’ve known you were going to marry Tom since your third date, you had a special kind of love he would always say

•you’re nervous because Tom told you Robert Downey jr and Chris hemsworth made the visit

•and you’re nervous because you’re wearing heels and you hate heels and you’re afraid you’ll trip and fall in front of everyone

• “if you hate heels so much don’t wear them” your sister says

•so you slip out of the most uncomfortable shoes you’ve ever worn and walk down the aisle barefoot

•it’s not like anyone could see under your dress, it reached the floor either way

•and you chose an outdoor venue because Britain is so beautiful why should you be confined to a church?

•so as you are walking from the bridal suite to the ‘aisle’ everyone turns in their seats and the music starts to play and you’ve never felt more sure of anything before

•and you look up as you start to walk down the aisle and Tom’s jaw just drops

•his eyes bulge out of his head and he gives you a thumbs up

•and you giggle because he’s such a dork but he’s your dork

•and as you say your vows and kiss in front of your family and his and a bunch of friends and a handful of celebrities, the only thing you know, the only thing that you see is Tom, the only thing you hear is his voice and the pounding of both of your hearts

[aweirdkindofyellow]

Here I Am, There You Are Pt. 11

Jack Barakat x OC ‘Rachel has been best friends with Alex, Jack, Rian, and Zack since high school. What happens when one of them gets married?’

Part 11

Jack and I had officially moved into our house. Once the painting was done and the bathrooms were completely finished, we left Jack’s apartment. It made everything so much more real. While we were still renovating, it seemed so far in the future, like it was still to come. But as Jack’s apartment became emptier and our house became more and more furnished and decorated, it turned into reality. The first night we spent at our house made it all concrete. Things changed. They changed a lot.

Even compared to living together back in Jack’s apartment, things changed significantly. It was only good changes, though. I wasn’t living in Jack’s space anymore, this was our space. We worked on it together, we decorated it together. There were no more fights about the dishwasher because we got a new one and both figured out what the best way to load it was. This was our home together. Of course, moving was stressful, and it didn’t happen without fights. We would fight about the strangest things. One day we’d be fighting about where exactly to put the couch. Three feet closer to the wall or further away? Then we’d be fighting about which plant to put where. These obviously weren’t things to really get into arguments about, but we were both just exhausted. After our first proper full night’s sleep, that all ended. The last thing we had to do was fix up our backyard. It really was just a matter of cutting all the grass, trimming the bushes, cleaning out the pool, and making the gazebo accessible. There were a few planks of wood that had come loose, it really needed painting, and we had to put some furniture in it so we could actually use it. The gazebo was literally the only thing that we actually had to do after living there for a few weeks. We had fixed it and painted the inside, all that was left was the outside now. But it was a weekend, and that meant that Jack and I slept in. Sometimes we wouldn’t even leave our bed all day, but usually I’d get up before Jack did. I was just in a routine of waking up relatively early and the imaginary concept of a weekend didn’t rewire my body. However, for the first time since we had moved into our house, Jack was actually up before me. After I took a shower and put on my clothes, I left our bedroom. I fully expected Jack to be up so early because he had a guitar riff or something in his head that he needed to record before he forgot it. However, once I popped my head into his workspace in our extra spare bedroom, I found it empty. The next best thing was to just go downstairs and see if he was there. But once I went back out to our hallway, I could already smell the sweet aroma of something cooking. I followed the trail all the way to the kitchen and found Jack hanging over the stove. There was definitely something nice of the menu for breakfast. He was wearing shorts that came to his knees and a t-shirt, but he looked so damn good. I sneaked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, looking over his shoulder to see him flipping a pancake. A smile crept up onto my lips and I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “Hmm, pancakes,” I whispered, licking my lips. “What’s the special occasion?” “No special occasion,” he shook his head and picked up the pan to slide the pancake on the pile he had started before making the next one, “just pancakes.” “Just pancakes?” I repeated, not believing him at all. There was something fishy going on. “I highly doubt that.” “What makes you so certain that it’s a special occasion?” he retorted, turning the questions on me. “Well, for starters, you got up before me and I didn’t even notice.” I hugged him tighter and pressed the side of my face into his back. “And you never make pancakes unless something’s up. Like whenever I would come over when I was still in Vancouver.” “Hmm, true.” He gave in with a nod. “But we live together now. It’s not your birthday, it’s not mine, it’s not our anniversary. I’m just making pancakes for m’lady.” “I’m no lady,” I whispered as I let my hands travel down his chest until I reached the waistband of his shorts and kissed his neck. “Ay!” He slapped my hands away. “I’m making pancakes here!” “Alright.” I ended the conversation just as I had started it, with a brief kiss to the back of his neck, and removed myself from him. If Jack was going to make pancakes for no reason other than wanting to, then the least I could do was set the table. I reached into our cupboards and pulled out two plates and two glasses. After putting them down on our wooden kitchen table, I pulled out the freshly squeezed orange juice I had made the evening before from our fridge. Yes, I was turning into one of those girls. Somebody who enjoyed making things and DIY-ing. It wasn’t because I wanted to be one of those pinterest-slash-instagram-blogger girls nor did I really have the time for it all. I just really did enjoy doing it. And Jack didn’t seem to mind trying homemade pasta or some weird cake recipe occasionally. If anything, he enjoyed it. It didn’t take much longer for Jack to finish making all the pancakes. He brought the plate with the large pile to the table along with some syrup. After sitting across from me, he gave the first pancake to himself, the next two to me, and the next one to himself. While he poured some syrup on his and started digging in, I just looked down at mine and back up at him. “What?” He asked with his mouth full. “What did you do to them?” I squinted at him and inspected the pancakes from afar again. He frowned back at me and swallowed what was in his mouth. “Nothing…?” “Are you sure?” “Yeah! What would I have done to them?” I still was too skeptical to pick up my fork and knife and touch them. “I don’t know. For all I know, you jacked off in them so I’d eat your cum.” “Why would I do that?” he snorted and continued to eat. “I don’t need to, you already swallow.” I glared at him. If he hadn’t gone out of his way to actually make these pancakes, I would have gotten mad. He thought it was funny, but was it really necessary? I was still allowed to get a little pissed off, though. So, I crossed my arms and continued to refuse to touch the food. “Oh, come on. Look,” he reached over, cut off a big chunk of one of my pancakes and stuffed it in his mouth, “it’s all safe.” I continued to stare at him, but when he didn’t even flinch, I gave in. I poured some syrup on then and started eating, keeping a close eye on Jack’s reaction. You know, just to be safe. “Damn, do you really not trust me?” He shook his head, noticing how careful I was being. “I’ve been friends with you for too long, Jack. I know to watch my back,” I responded. “And we’ve been dating for three years. Have I ever done something like that in that time?” I wanted to give him examples, but I could only think of things that happened before 2016, before we got together. He actually did stop playing stupid jokes ever sinace then. “Then why did you hand out the pancakes so weirdly!” “Because I was greedy and gave myself one first, decided it was rude, gave you some next before giving myself another.” He shrugged. “God, you’re weird,” I scoffed and knocked his leg with one of my feet, “and to think I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He grinned at me. “I love you.” “I love you too.” I rolled my eyes. After we finished our pancakes, Jack and I were in the kitchen cleaning everything up. That basically meant putting everything in the dishwasher and putting the syrup back into the fridge. Jack was once again doing most of the work, but only because he started. “Hey,” he tried to get my attention as he tried fitting the pan into the dishwasher. When I gave it to him, he continued, “why don’t you go get your nails done today?” I frowned and looked down at my hands. My nails were a mixture of short, broken and chipped. Usually, I liked to keep them up, have them taken care of. But that all went to shit when we were renovating and moving. “I dunno.” I shrugged although thinking my hands hadn’t looked this bad in a while. “They’re practically ruined. I’m not sure if it will be worth it.” “Don’t you want to make them look good again?” he wondered as he closed the dishwasher and took my hand to take a look himself. “I’ll pay for it.” I slowly took my hand out of his. “Why are you being so nice today?” He raised his shoulders. “Just cause I want to. Also, we’re finally done moving, so you should treat yourself. Or, actually, I’m treating you.” “It’s like you’re trying to get me to warm up to you. Like you used to do with your mom when you wanted to have a sleepover.” “Hey, I’m just offering.” He raised his hands up in defense. I checked out my nails again. Who was I if I didn’t take this opportunity? Jack was literally offering to pay for me to go out and get my nails done. “Okay, I will.” “Good.” He smiled and hooked one hand around my waist before leaning forward and kissing me. “What colour should I go for?” I asked him despite knowing I probably wouldn’t follow his advice once I was at the place anyway. I rarely did. He’d tell me to go blue when I’d be wearing pink to an event. “Something neutral,” he suggested, “maybe white.” “No, not white,” I rejected the latter. “That’ll be like wedding nails.” “If you say so.” I did exactly as I said and did not go for white. That was something I was keeping for when I was going to get married. Last time I checked, I wasn’t getting married anytime soon. Sure, if I had been single, I wouldn’t have cared. I would have rocked that white. But, now I wanted to keep it for something special. I did listen to Jack for the neutral idea, though. He was pretty spot on with that one, ignoring how vague it actually was. There were so many options and I was nearly tempted to just say ‘fuck it’ and go crazy like a neon orange or a bright green. But, Jack was probably right to go for something more calm. I could always decide to go crazy a few weeks later. So, I just went with an ombre of pink to white at the tips in a coffin shape. It really did look so much better than my natural nails. Jack just had to make sure he didn’t expect me to help finish the gazebo, or else they were probably going to break off as well. Once I came back home, I obviously wanted to show Jack what I had gotten with his credit card. The first thing I did was call out his name and tell him that I was home, but I didn’t get a response. I called it out again, thinking maybe he hadn’t heard me, but I still didn’t even get an acknowledgement. So, I took a little snoop around the house, not bothering to check the garden. It almost seemed abandoned. When I also couldn’t find Olive around, I just assumed that Jack must have been out taking her for a walk. So, I just flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV to see if anything interesting was on. Unfortunately, it just left me looking lazy while doing some channel surfing. I was sure that Olive couldn’t have waited any longer for her walk, but I would have much rather been out with them. And then something unexpected happened. Olive came bolting through the door to our second living room, coming right up to me. I gave her a few good head scratches and my mind immediately went to Jack also being around somewhere. So, I called out for him again with yet again no answer. However, that’s when I noticed Olive had something attached to her collar. I was confused. It was some yellow-toned capsule. Because I knew it wasn’t meant to be there, I clipped it off and opened it. Inside was a rolled up piece of paper, not much bigger than the size of half a notebook page ripped in half. Jack’s handwriting was scribbled on it. All it said was: Hey! Come out. I want to show you something! I held onto the note and turned off the TV before shuffling past Olive, who decided to follow me anyway. This instruction was almost just as vague as the nail colour he chose. I was fully assuming he meant the backyard, so I made my way there. After opening the door, I saw Jack standing in the gazebo already expecting me. What was once green from moss and had been sanded down, was now all painted in with a nice white coat, exactly like we had done with the inside earlier. “You finished it!” I exclaimed in glee as I approached him. The way he announced it was a little extra, but I was happy. “We’re officially done with our house now!” Jack cheered and pressed a deep yet short kiss to my lips before taking a step to the side and showing off the pillows and blankets he put down on the floor. “What better way to celebrate than a picnic in our own backyard?” “You already made pancakes this morning, and now this. Are you sure it’s not my birthday?” I teased and decided I wasn’t satisfied with the brief kiss we shared. To keep the contact longer, I circled my arms around his neck and shuffled closer to him. “It’s not November for another few months.” He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in for another kiss while I could hear Olive barking and zooming around the entire garden in the background. “Then what did I do to deserve all this?” I mumbled against his lips. “A lot of things,” he breathed back and let his hand creep up my back underneath my shirt. I decided to challenge him. “Like?” “For not thinking I was a weird eleven-year-old when I was moved to sit next to you after disrupting the class too often,” he whispered and pecked me. “For dealing with me throughout high school and not letting my stupid crushes get in the way of our friendship.” He brushed his lips against mine again. “For being my best friend throughout all that time and staying with me after.” Another kiss. “For making me realise how shitty it was to deny my feelings and not giving up on me.” Another one. “For not letting my past ruin us.” And again. “For giving me another chance after I fucked up.” One last kiss. “For loving me and letting me love you.” Nope. There was another kiss. Only, this one was much longer and deeper. He pushed into me, using the hand on my back to keep us steady. I pulled him closer as well. I was so lucky. Never did I ever believe that I would be kissing and dating the boy in middle school who annoyed the living shit out of me. And I certainly did think I’d end up with the boy in high school who was such a big dork and would drag me to concerts super early. But now I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Jack pulled away before I wanted him to. I didn’t want this moment to ever end. He parted from me and got down. But he wasn’t getting down to sit and eat the food he had in a basket. No, he was doing something very different. He was getting down on one knee. My eyes widened and my heart started racing as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small black box. He cautiously opened it to reveal a diamond ring glistening in the light. “Rach,” he started, looking up at me, his fingers trembling lightly, “I know things are moving pretty quickly right now–” “Yes!” I practically squealed, slapping both of my hands to my cheeks in eagerness and anticipation. He chuckled softly, the trembling calming down. “Let me finish.” I nodded, urging him to continue. “Will you m–” “Yes!” I interrupted again. “Rach!” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I rambled, moving my hands about, “continue.” He took in a deep breath and gave me a warning look not to interrupt again. “Rachel, will you marry me?” I nodded in excitement, holding out my arms so he’d stand back up. Before he got the chance to take the ring out of the box, I enveloped him into a hug. I dug my face into the crook of his neck, just wanting to take a second and bask in the moment so I would never forget it. “You can say yes now,” he murmured into my ear. I broke away from him and wiped away some tears that had managed to fall from my eyes onto my cheeks. I could barely manage to make the word come out for a third time. “Yes.” Jack couldn’t stop smiling as he carefully took the ring out of its cushioned box. He held my left hand and gingerly slipped the ring onto my ring finger. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Jack could have gotten anything, and I would have been in love with it. But, damn, did that boy have a good taste. The band was thin, tiny diamonds all around it, leaving the rose gold to weave through them. On top was one large oval diamond that wouldn’t stop sparkling. As soon as the ring was at the base of my finger, my arms were around Jack’s neck again and my lips were pressed against his in a very hungry kiss. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands immediately went to my butt to keep me up. Everything was so surreal. Just earlier, I was skeptical about Jack’s pancakes, and now we were engaged. I didn’t want to paint my nails white because I wanted to wait until I got married, and now I was going to get married in the future. We did end up actually eating the food Jack had brought outside. It took awhile for us to let go of each other, but eventually we did. We couldn’t stay and kiss each other forever, as much as I would have liked to. I was just eating some of the grapes, still subconsciously smiling all the time, when I noticed that Jack was taking a picture of me. “Hey!” I gasped in accusation. “What?” he laughed back in defense. “I’ve gotta announce it in some way.” “At least take a good picture!” “It’s not a bad one.” He turned his phone to show me what he had taken. He was right, but that was only because I wasn’t in the middle of eating. I was just smiling and you could see the ring because of the grapes I was holding. “But if we’re going to take a proper photo, then it’s going to have both of us in it. I want to broadcast it to everybody. Except for the guys, I already sent this photo to them.” I dropped my mouth open before grabbing my phone as well. Without giving him time to think, I raised my left hand and snapped a photo of it with him in the background. That went straight to my family and Sascha along with a caption saying ‘guess what’. “Now we’re even.” I stuck my tongue out at him. He shook his head at me, not caring as much that I had obviously just sent it to people. “Just get your butt over here so we have a photo to frame forever.” The perfect photo didn’t happen immediately. There were a few tries. It was pretty difficult to get the optimal position. We had taken many selfies together before, but this was just a little different. For some reason, actually getting the ring in the shot was the most difficult part. However, eventually, we settled on a picture where I was on Jack’s lap and kissing his cheek. My one arm was around his neck, both my hands resting on his shoulder, the ring in full view. While Jack was busy posting it on social media, his arms around me so he could type, my phone started ringing. I leaned over to grab it from where I was sitting and tried my best not to have to leave Jack’s lap. Not that he would let me leave. I could barely reach it to see that it was Ethan FaceTime calling me. When I finally got to answer it, Ethan immediately greeted me. “Hey!” “Hey, what’s up?” I replied as Jack locked his phone and put his chin on my shoulder to see who I was talking to. Only the bottom of his face was visible in the frame, so my moved my phone away a little so Ethan knew Jack was here as well. “Umm, what do you think is up?’’ Ethan mocked. “I just saw your message. I’m calling to say congrats!” I giggled and Jack nuzzled his nose into my hair. “Thanks.” “I’m excited!” He grinned back. “When Jack told me he was going to propose, I had to do everything in me to not tell you. It was so difficult.” I turned my head to look up at Jack. “You told him?” “Yeah.” Jack nodded like it was a given and started listing and counting with his fingers. “I asked your dad for permission, I asked your mom for permission, and of course I checked with Ethan as well.” I didn’t think that I could love Jack any more, but just the fact that he thought to include Ethan made me love him so much more. It was so adorable and heartwarming. I couldn’t help but smile at him and kiss him. “Please, not in front of me,” Ethan groaned. “You’re the one that called after we got engaged,” I teased back. If there hadn’t been food around, I would have let Jack fuck me right on this gazebo. Ethan could have called right in the middle of that, ignoring the fact that I wouldn’t have announced it to my family yet then. “I know, I know,” he brushed it off. “But I’m still maid of honour, right?” “You don’t want to be one of my groomsmen?” Jack asked, acting like he was personally hurt. “As honoured as I would be,” Ethan apologised, putting his empty hand to his heart, “maid of honour sounds just a bit cooler.” “Damn it,” Jack whispered underneath his breath, “it does, doesn’t it?” “It does,” I confirmed with a nod. “He’s my boy.” “I will keep the title maid of honour, I don’t want any of that man of honour bullshit,” Ethan made very clear. I chuckled in response. I loved that kid with all my heart. He was nineteen now, which was just absolutely insane and unreal. To me, he was always going to be my baby brother. But now, he had graduated high school as well. He was just a few weeks away from starting college. Back when Jack and I first started dating, he was still an inexperienced high school kid. He was almost an adult now and he even had his own girlfriend. I could still remember the day he called me in a panic asking me ‘how the fuck sex worked’ after his girlfriend expressed that she was willing for them to lose their virginities to each other. It was so adorable to me. He was super lucky, because Jack was visiting me at the time. He got both advice from me and Jack. Jack gave him some technique tips, while I was asked more about what his girlfriend would like. I loved how concerned he was about her and not just about his own pleasure. He was a good kid, and I could only thank my parents for how amazing they were at raising us. “Okay, before you hang up on me,” Ethan quickly added when he noticed the conversation was starting to die down, “let me go find mom so she doesn’t call you later as well.” He didn’t even wait for us to reply before he was bolting down the stairs calling out ‘mom’ loudly over and over again. Although he was almost an adult, he did sometimes still really act like a kid, but we all did that. I could whine like I was a teenager going through a phase to my mom for hours as well. It wasn’t as frequent, but it did happen. “Mom, I’ve got Rachel on the phone,” he said off camera although his phone was still pointed towards his face. “Okay, that's nice,” was all my mom said in the background. Ethan didn’t like the answer and forced his phone in front of her. She was wearing her reading glasses and I could tell she was working on her laptop because of the glare on them. Her eyes showed the annoyance brewing inside. I was fully prepared for her to shout. She didn’t shout just yet, though. But she did sigh loudly. “Ethan, I’m working.” “Didn’t you check your phone?!” he was quick to defend himself. “I’m not constantly glued to that thing like you are,” she scoffed. I had to hide my face in Jack’s neck to hold back the laughter. She had no idea what was going on. She hadn’t checked her phone and seen my message yet. In her mind, Ethan was just trying to disrupt and annoy her. Little did she know he was just trying to make things easier. He tried to reason with her. “But Rachel–” “What about her?” My mom turned to finally look at the screen. She looked like she was going to tell me exactly what she had told Ethan, just in a much nicer way. That she was busy and that she’d talk later. Usually, I’d respect that. This time, I slowly raised my left hand up to show the ring that was now nestled on my finger. Her eyes widened significantly and her mood changed completely. “Oh! Oh my god!” “Thank you,” Ethan grumbled from the side of the screen. “When did this happen?!” My mom continued to gush. “Like half an hour ago,” I laughed. If my mom said ‘oh my god’, you knew she was in shock. She would never use that phrase otherwise. Her mouth was literally agape. “How did it happen?” “Well, I had a plan,” Jack scratched the back of his head, “but it immediately went wrong. But then it went better than expected. All credits go to Rachel, really, she just made the transition so smooth for me.” “That’s why you made pancakes this morning!” I gasped and sat up straighter. He totally had been trying to butter me up. “And the nails! You planned all of it!” “Of course, I did.” Jack shook his head softly at my ignorance. “I know pancakes make your day, I know you’re a sucker for a good picture, and I know you love our new backyard.” “I can’t believe both of my daughters are going to be married now!” I mom smiled at us, her shock now turned into content. “I’m getting old.” “I’m still a teenager.” Ethan shrugged. “That doesn’t make me any younger…” She breathed out. “Anyway, I’m going to let you guys enjoy this moment, okay? I’ll make sure dad calls you later tonight.” “Okay,” I nodded, “I love you.” “I love you, bye,” she signed off before ending the call. I immediately shifted in Jack’s lap so I could face his better without having to crane my neck as far. While I put down my phone again, I grinned sheepishly. “You’re going to have to tell me your original plan now.” “Nope!” He shook his head and sealed his lips. “What?! Come on!” I tried batting my eyelashes to sway him. “No,” he refused, leaning back onto his hands. “The way it happened was perfect and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” As much as I would have wanted to know, he was right. The way he proposed was just perfect. I couldn’t imagine it going differently. I loved how it wasn’t overly planned, how it just happened so naturally. I loved how he brought our entire history up. I loved that it was so unexpected and personal. And, of course, I loved Jack. I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply. Jack, while still leaning backwards, returned it with the same amount of pressure. My hand slipped to his hair on the back of his head behind his ear and I shuffled around to straddle him. He sat up to make it more comfortable and easy while he put his hands on my waist to pull me closer. There was just one thing we hadn’t done yet, and it was on both of our minds. His hands started traveling up my shirt when I realised something. I had been called by Ethan, but Jack’s phone had been awfully quiet. Strangely quiet. His instagram was probably blowing up, but he didn’t have those notifications on. Where were the other notifications? I pulled away from him, causing him to lean forward to try and make sure it wouldn’t stop. “Hang on, did you tell your family?” He looked annoyed and clouded with lust. There was this attitude like he was about to say ‘of course’ and get a little pissed off at me. But then his brow furrowed and he pursed his lips. “Oh… shit.” I raised my eyebrows to say ‘I told you so’ without actually saying the words. He gave me a little apologetic grin and reluctantly took his hands off me to take hold of his phone instead. I could already see that there were in fact notifications on his lock screen and they were definitely from the group chat he had with his brother and sister. I tried my best to read it all upside down and saw his sister freaking out just a little. She was mainly causing a fuss because she found out through his Instagram post instead of actually hearing something from him. Jack immediately sent an apology and an excuse. He even almost blamed it on me but noticed me reading along and deleted that sentence before it was even completed. Eventually, he just settled on being caught up in the moment, which was probably true. I couldn’t imagine him not wanting to tell his family. After a few messages, he put his phone back on the floor and returned his hands to my hips. “I’ll call my parents later. Let’s enjoy it ourselves first.” “Okay,” I agreed without a second thought and resumed the kiss I had interrupted before. This time, Jack was the one to break away. “Eager much?” “Like I’m the only one,” I whispered back against his lips and gingerly, yet not so subtly, put my hand on his crotch. He stared back at me and breathed out. “Fair enough.” As he restarted the kiss yet again, digging his fingertips into the back of my hips so I’d shuffle up closer to him. Once I was in the right position, he slowly started leaning back until his back hit the pillows he had put down. Everything was slow yet so passionate. I didn’t want to ever forget this day.

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A Princess’ Choice - Chapter 8

Game: Be My Princess Pairing: Oh who’s it gonna be? MC X a butler maybe, or a prince Genre: Comedy, fluff, drama MC Name: Kia Rating: I’m sure this will be ok as a 15 but it MAY change in the future, depends on where I want to take this fic…I really should plan better.

Summary: Kia Michael is Lord Nobel Michaels hidden granddaughter and she has a huge responsibility in being heir to the throne, finding a husband is one. She knows marrying a prince from another kingdom would be hugely beneficial to everyone…but what if it’s a butler who captures her heart instead?

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Again tagging @hifftn took a little longer to edit!

“Come with me princess, I have a surprise for you” Roberto said, my hand firmly in his as he guided me down the long hallways of his impressive castle.

I did wonder what he had install for me, was it more of that amazing cake we had the other day? Or maybe something new entirely? Nervous and yet excited, I couldn’t wait to see where he was taking me. The corridor got darker and darker as we went. The lights dimming.

“Erm, think there’s a black out?” I asked.

“Nah we don’t get those” he simply replied, but not sounding like himself anymore. Was he ok?

“Roberto?” I asked, pulling at his hand to check on him.

“Who’s Roberto?” he turned around and suddenly everything around me warped. It wasn’t him anymore, it was the leader of Edwards government. The grip on my hand tightened and I couldn’t shake free. “You will be ours princess! Whether you like it or not”

“No, let me go!” I demanded, pulling harder and harder “Zain!”

“He’s not here, just us, you will marry Prince Edward! Even if we have to spread a thousand rumours for you to vanquish, we will keep them coming until you agree!” he laughed more and more when a door next to us opened, revealing Edward in his uniform at the altar, also looking unhappy. No, this wasn’t real, clearly, but it was still frightening me. What did he mean about them spreading rumours? What the hell was going on? I wanted Zain. He always protected me, looked after me. Zain, please!

OW!

“Milady?!” Zain asked.

Why was I on the floor? Oh…bad dream, of course. It just all felt so real.

“Milady, are you alright?” Zain said, carefully helping me up from the floor to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m fine, bad dream, sorry” I rubbed my arm gently and smiled at him. I just couldn’t shake the dream.

“You seem uneasy, are you sure you’re alright?” he asked, sitting next to me.

“I dunno, it was just a dream but…do you reckon you could do a little digging for me?” I asked “it may be absolutely nothing”

“Always worth checking” he said.

“Could you possibly find out where those rumours started from? The ones the newspapers here got” I asked.

“I can certainly try, but you know how gossip goes, it’s hard to trace” Zain explained.

“I think it may have originated from Charles, again I don’t know why but that dream felt too real to ignore”

“I will try my best for you”

“And you always do an amazing job Zain, seriously, thank you” I smiled kindly at him as he bowed, giving me a quick smile in return before heading out to start digging.

If that dream was in some way real, if it was the Brotherhood behind those rumours, what were they up to? I mean, obviously wanting me in their clutches to do what they wish with my country, that’s easy. But, I was more worried about what they were capable of. I had to be careful. I couldn’t just run into this headstrong as I usually did, this was going to take tactics and patience.

Marriage to me was bound to be the question on everyone’s lips, in every country. Last thing I wanted was to marry for convenience, and I know my grandpa had told me several times I need to marry for me, not for our country. And yet, I had started to feel a sense of duty towards my people over the years of my training. I loved them all so much, I wanted to do right by them. I knew that marrying Edward under the influence of the Brotherhood was NOT an option. They were dangerous. But marrying without love? I wasn’t sure I could do that. I needed to cool off, distract myself. Roberto had said they had a lovely pool, so maybe a swim would help clear my head.

I had no idea Roberto had the same idea. And for once I could see a serious expression plastered his face. Was he still worrying about the gossip? When he spotted me joining him in the pool, his face changed to his happy go lucky one and swam over.

“How you feeling today Princess?” he asked.

“As good as can be, I’ve sent Zain to dig a little further into the rumours” I told him, easily treading water.

“I thought those had been stopped? Has something else come up?” he asked, genuinely worried.

“Oh no, just a possible lead as to where they might have started” I smiled “nothing to worry about, promise”

“Ah in that case!” he suddenly splashed me and quickly dove under the water.

“OH you are so on!” I dove under the water too. I saw how far he had already escaped and followed as fast as I could. Damn he was a good swimmer, well he had a nice body to match, wasn’t going to lie!

I resurfaced for air and kept swimming after him. When we reached the shallow end of the pool, he still hadn’t resurfaced. I began to worry.

“Your highness? Prince Roberto?” nothing. I glanced around “Roberto”

“Yes?” he jumped up and splashed me again. I screamed in shock and he grabbed me tightly around the waist. “No, no stop ah!” he began to tickle my sides, causing water to go everywhere.

“Stop? I don’t think so” he laughed and I started to tear up with my laughter.

He eventually stopped and we stared at each other, catching our breath. You know? He was incredibly handsome, well-toned, even with wet hair plastering his face.

“Have I got something on my face?” he asked, breaking my trail of thought.

“Oh no, sorry!” I chuckled.

“Careful, don’t want you falling for me” he winked “gotta give the others a chance first”

“Of course” I smiled.

“I don’t want to pry but, do you think you could really marry one of us?” he asked “I mean, I personally couldn’t marry without being in love, I know the other prince’s laugh at me when I say that, but I just know I couldn’t”

“That’s what I’ve been thinking about today” I answered honestly “I always dreamed of a fairytale wedding, marry a prince and live happily ever after, but there’s so much more to it than that, I know for a fact some of the prince’s would do it without hesitation, but what kind of a marriage is sleeping in separate rooms? Only having sex to make an heir? For one thing that means the sex would be rubbish!”

Roberto belly laughed at the last comment.

“Gotta have good sex right?” He grinned from ear to ear “I understand what you mean, I think that’s why we’re better off just being friends, best friends!” he admitted. I stared at him. “What? Come on Kia, I know you don’t have feelings for me, and you know what? I am fine with that, ‘cause I feel the same”

“You do? Oh thank GOD!” I smiled.

“Imagine our sex life!”

I couldn’t help but imagine. I could see two options. I thought he would have been polite, gentle, make it about me a lot of the time. He’d be slow, steady, insist I came first to ensure I enjoyed myself before doing his job. It wouldn’t be exciting, or hot, or steamy, just to do what was intended. Or he could easily be clumsy, awkward, so comfortable being friends, sex felt…weird. Probably lots of foreplay and very little actual sex. Hand job to get him ready, enter and done. I chuckled.

“Oh I can imagine” I laughed. Was that my future though? Not just the sex part, but the living apart? Only coming together to make an heir and also talks about kingdom stuff? Could I do that? Truly?

“How did it go with Edward?” Roberto asked, snapping me out of my worry again.

“Fine, I really enjoyed Charles and he’s such a good man, attractive, passionate about the arts” I explained.

“Can’t help but feel there’s a but there” he said.

“But…the way his country is run is…”

“A bit shit isn’t it?” he said for me, I nodded “yeah, that Brotherhood of his, it’s messed up, I don’t know how they formed and stuff but, it’s all a bit too controlling for me, but hey, your holiday is not over, you’ve tamed me, you have a few other prince’s to meet yet”

“That I do…” I sighed. I didn’t know what to do. My heart felt heavy and I could feel myself tearing up.

“Hey” Roberto hugged me tightly, kissing the top of my head “Kia, you don’t have to marry any of us if you don’t want to, we will all respect that decision” he pulled away and brushed his thumb lightly over my cheek, clearing the tears away “please, don’t marry for politics, marry for love, I will if you will”

I smiled and nodded, wrapping my arms around him again. We just stood there in the warm water together for a while. My heart heavy for the next meeting, Prince Joshua.

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Can you write something about Gail and Holly going to a county fair or meeting at the fair or something? I dunno. Just seemed like a cute idea I'm too depressed to write.

Gail was bored.  

It wasn’t that she didn’t love fairs.  She did.  She loved the corn dogs and the cotton candy, the corn on the cob, and kettlecorn.  She loved fried oreos, and funnel cake, and being able to eat everything to her heart’s content.  She enjoyed kicking other people’s asses at the games and wasn’t satisfied until she had been on every ride.  

But for the first time in 26 years she was bored.  She blamed it on the company.  When she originally agreed to go with the rest of the rookies to the fair that year Traci was supposed to bring Leo.  But Leo had gone home that day with a fever so the young detective was on Mom duty.  Chris had already gone back to Timmons for Denise and Christian.  Oliver was spending the day with his girls.  

Which left Gail with Dov, Chloe, Andy, and Nick.  

Watching Chloe hang all over Dov and Nick and Andy pretend like they weren’t sleeping together was beyond painful.  It was both cruel and unusual.  She was only about 15 minutes into the night and she was already thinking of excuses that could get her out of staying.  She was also trying to figure out a ride home.  She thought about throwing herself from the top of the ferris wheel.  Supposedly that was frowned upon.  

Just when Gail was about to give up all hope and step in front of a lemonade vendor to put her out of her misery she heard a familiar voice not far from the ring toss.

“Rach, this was your idea.  I knew Lisa would bail on us but you were the one who suggested going to the fair.  Yeah, I know, I know.  Give Ben a kiss for me.”

It was like an answer to her prayers when Gail saw her favorite bespectled brunette.   

“Hey lunchbox.”

Gail wasn’t sure why her stomach flipped at the way Holly’s face lit up after she hung up her phone and saw her.  She wasn’t used to people being that happy to see her.  And it didn’t hurt that Holly had a nice smile, a really nice smile, that Gail was pretty fond of receiving.  

Since that first day at the morgue, the two had been hanging out fairly regularly.  Holly had even convinced her to go to the batting cages and Gail had taken Holly as her plus one to Frank and Noelle’s wedding.  Sure, they had shared a brief kiss in the coat closet that Gail had been replaying in her head on a semi-regular basis and which may have been the biggest contributing factor as to why Gail hadn’t invited Holly to the fair with her pack of losers but now that Gail saw her, she realized that was a really stupid reason to suffer alone.

“Hey, I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Yeah, Princess Price and Girl Guide McNally came up with this plan for tonight.”

“Where are the other officers?”

“And you’re ditching them?”

“Obviously.  I originally only came for Leo, Traci’s son, but since those two couldn’t be here I was about to eat a tomato just to get a ride out of here.”

“Well, since Rachel and Lisa both bailed on me, how about I give you a ride home instead of an ambulance to the hospital.”

“I suppose that could work.  But you know since we’re here, we could probably spend at least a little time doing fair-y stuff.”

“That sounds like a bad gay joke.”

“I’m going to ignore your judgmental tone and introduce you to the way awesome people enjoy the fair.”

“Lead the way.”

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“I thought you don’t do sports?”  Holly asked as they stared down the milk jugs across from them.

Gail gave the softball in her hand a couple of tosses.  “I don’t.  I want you to win me that shark.”

The blonde pointed to the great white hanging above their heads.

“I thought you were the almighty gamer.”

“Like you said I don’t do sports and this is the only booth with a shark.  Come on, Nerd, I know you can do it.”

Holly struggled not to melt under the puppy dog eyes her friend was giving her.  When Rachel had suggested going to the fair that night, she had only agreed to get her mind off kissing Gail.  But after her other friends (predictably) bailed and the blonde had shown up, Holly had spent the entire struggling not to get swept up in the excitement.  Gail Peck in a county fair was like a kid at Christmas.  The normally enigmatic blonde had happily dragged her from one ride to the next, waxed poetically about the merits of each snack booth, and had already won multiple stuffed animals that she had randomly handed out to kids throughout the fairgrounds.  If Holly’s crush wasn’t already overwhelming it was now at epic proportions.

So if Gail wanted a shark, then Holly was damn sure going to win it for her.  

“Is this because I’m a lesbian that you’re assuming I can throw a softball?” Holly loosened up her arm.

“No my assumption that you own an inordinate amount of backpacks and fleeces is because you’re a lesbian.  My knowledge of your throwing abilities comes from you being the star pitcher of your softball team.”

“And here I thought you didn’t listen when I talk.”  Holly enjoyed the blush the hit pale cheeks in under the obnoxiously bright lights.

It took her 4 tries and a whopping ten dollars but Holly knocked over those rigged cartons.  After the teenager manning the booth retrieved the coveted shark, Holly looked around at the various kids begging their parents for more money.

“So who is going to receive the shark?”

Gail was already had the shark tucked tightly under her arm.

“I think this one I might keep.”

Holly knew she shouldn’t read into it.  That her friend was probably just a huge shark fan.  But Holly couldn’t help wondering if it had anything to do with her winning it.  She wasn’t brave enough to ask.

“Alright, we’ve done every ride in the fair, eaten my weight in fried food, and won your shark.  Is there anything else we need to do?”

“The ferris wheel.” Gail said decisively, already heading in the direction of the long line.

But Holly froze in her tracks.  “Ummm...how about we skip one ride?”

“What? No.  We have to do it.  What’s a fair trip without the ferris wheel?”

“A safe one.” Holly muttered to herself.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights.”

Holly swatted at the hand that was poking at her.  “I’m not afraid of heights.  I’m afraid of rusty, swinging seats that get stuck 200 feet in the air.”

“Please, Lunchbox, we have to do it.”

Holly hated that pout and the influence it had on her.  She prayed to the gods that

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Holly was full of surprises.  It wasn’t just the fear of heights but the fact that she would face that fear just because Gail asked her to.  It was kind of like the shark.  

Gail had won prizes throughout the night.  Seemingly randomly handing them off to whichever kid was nearby and not throwing a tantrum.  It wasn’t random.  Gail usually spotted the kid who was quietly standing there while their sibling(s) got all of their parents’ attention, or the ones who parents had clearly spent all their cash just getting into the fair and a wristband for their kid to enjoy.  So as nonchalantly as she could, she made sure that those kids got to bring something home from the fair.

Except for the shark.  

As soon as Gail spotted the great white hanging above a game that she knew Holly could win, she decided that she wanted it.  The fact that Holly actually won it for her meant that this one was coming home with her.  Call her selfish (everyone does) but she kind of wanted something to remember how awesome her night had been.

It wasn’t until they were being locked into the swinging cart and Holly’s knuckles actually turned white as they gripped the handle bar that Gail finally stopped her teasing.

“Hey, Nerd, if it’s really that bad.  We can get off now.”

“What? No. I’m good.  Totally good.”

“Your eyes are closed and we haven’t even started moving.”

“Well you know my vision isn’t good anyway so really what’s the point of having them open.”

Holly let out a small shriek that Gail struggled not to laugh at when the ride suddenly came to life.

The death grip from the bar was suddenly on her arm.

“Hey, Hol.  It’s okay.  The ride isn’t going to be that bad.”

“Yep.” Holly managed to get out through clenched teeth.  

“Come on, Hols, it’s no fun if you don’t at least try to enjoy the view.”

A shot rang out and Holly jumped as the first firework lit the sky.  

“Now you’re missing the fireworks.”

Gail watched in amazement as Holly slowly opened first one then both eyes.  

“See it’s not that bad.”

“Nope, not bad.  Just very very high and very very old.  Did you know that the original Ferris Wheel, is also referred to as the Chicago Wheel?  And that it was designed and constructed by George Washington Gale Ferris Jr. in 1893. It was 80.4 metres tall and was the tallest attraction at the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, Illinois.”

Gail couldn’t help it.  She couldn’t look away from Holly’s rambling lips as the colors of the sky played across her tan skin.  She couldn’t stop herself from cutting off Holly’s ramble with a kiss.  It wasn’t brief like the coat closet but it wasn’t as long as Gail would’ve liked before she realized what she had done.  

“Sorry you just had to stop talking.”

“I won’t say another word.” Holly promised, already leaning in.

Gail kissed her again, slower and more tentatively than the first.  And her lips didn’t leave Holly’s until they were back on the ground.  Finally stepping off the ride, Gail gathered her shark and took Holly’s hand, ready to make good on that ride home.  

Yeah, she really loved fairs.

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We’re Best Friends? | Ideas [Part 2.2] | Shawn Mendes

A/N: Hey!!!! How you all doing? So here’s part 2.2!! Constructive criticism is appreciated!!! Also huge thank you for all the notes like they’re not as big as others but it just makes so happy haha thank you xx also huge thanks to my girly @gentlemanmendes​ for giving me feedback! Love ya boo pps this is not edited 

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You walk up to your building and here am I pacing around whether I should follow you or not. We were kissing a couple of minutes ago and it’s the one thing I never thought the two us would be doing together. It’s the one thing I’m wondering why we never did it before.

I loved the way your lips feel against mine. It’s intoxicating and it’s not because of the amount of alcohol we’ve drank. You’re a different kind of drunk. It’s the type that makes me feel so light but alive at the same time; It’s the type that won’t give me a hangover and regret it in the morning. it’s the type that makes me want more of it.

So I’m gonna get more of it.

I’m in the elevator going up to your apartment and I’m nervous and excited and scared. So many feelings that I can’t seem to explain, all I know right know is that I want you. Even just for the night.

Walking towards your door feels like an eternity probably because I’m unsure of what will happen when you open the door. I know you’re not asleep because you usually eat when you’re drunk before going to sleep. It takes me a while to knock because I start questioning myself.

Am I about to throw away 18 years of friendship down the drain?

Yes. Yes I am.

So I knock and it takes a while for you to open; it makes me so anxious and it’s probably the universe telling me that we’re better off as we are. We don’t need this complication.

But the universe disagrees cause you open the door. You’re looking at me but you aren’t surprised; it’s like you knew I was going to knock, it feels like you wanted me to. We just stare at each other, we don’t joke around like we did downstairs. It’s intense right now and the only thing I can say is “Fuck it”

Then we’re back to kissing. Then it leads to other things.

Such great things.

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Knock Knock

“You got a new neighbor? What happened to Ms. Loewe? She was so sweet! She always made me lemon squares?” Shawn asks as I open the door. I chuckle leaving him to close the door to my apartment. “Her kids just took her on a cruise, that’s just her helper that’s going to be staying until she comes back.”

He follows me to my bedroom and lies down on my bed. “You know we should go on a cruise! That would be fun!” He says casually while hugging my stuff toy.

“No way man. Titanic fucked up those things for me.” I say.

“Come on! If ever that does happen to us, I’ll make sure we’ll both fit in the plank unlike Rose… selfish bitch.” Shawn murmurs the last part.

“Rose was not selfish and besides that plank was too light to hold both of them! They would both end up dying” I argue with Shawn. Titanic was such a debate between us. It’s one of the things we could never agree on ever since we watched it for the first time. I remember him crying when Jack died and it was such a funny and cute thing to see him do. But we don’t talk about that because in his mind it never happened. Sure buddy.

“Whatever! You suck!” Shawn closes his eyes and hugs my stuffed penguin even tighter. “Are you done dressing up yet? I might pass out on your bed any minute. Geoff is waiting for us at the bar and I wanna get wasted already.” I roll my eyes at him even if he can’t see. I grab one of my pillows and hit him on the head with it. “Yes loser. I’m done. Let’s get lit!”

“Shawn? Shawn?!” Is he snoring? Oh my god the fucker went to sleep.

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“Hey Shawny” the girls from the bar coo at Shawn. He blushes then greets the girls “Hi guys”.

“You know if things doesn’t work out you could always become Magic Mike 2.0” I tease him. He rolls his eyes at me. That night will always be my favorite. I remember him getting so drunk and deciding to get on the bar with the girls. Shawn got so much money because women were biding on him.

We walk into the bar, spotting out group of friends immediately.

“Oi lovebirds! Over here!” Geoff shouts at us. He always give us that nickname thinking it’s cute. It just annoys the fuck out of me and Shawn.

“Can you be any louder?” Shawn comments as we walk over to table they were occupying. We find our seats, me beside Shawn and Geoff seated in front of me and the rest of our friends at the end of the table.

“So shall we get started?” Geoff suggests and we all cheer on.

A couple of hours later and we were buzzed. It was a very chill night just enjoying each others company and talking about different things. Enjoying my bottomless mojitos fuck yes!

“I’m gonna go get a refill” Shawn declares. He gets my glass and I thank him knowing he’s going to get refill of my drink. He smiles at me then heads out to the bar.

“So, is Shawn ever gonna ask you out on a date?” Geoff asks me. I look at him like he’s crazy  “Why would he ask me out on date?” I ask curiously. It’s never been a though in my mind; me and Shawn dating? So weird.

“Okay. I have this theory that you two are like the movie When Harry Met Sally. Best friends who are just gonna one day get together because it was something that would eventually happen” he states. “Oh wow! You’ve been analyzing our relationship? What the fuck man?” I amused at how long Geoff has been analyzing our relationship.

“Oh so it’s a relationship? Not a friendship?” Geoff questions and I glare at him, “You know what I mean! Honestly, where is all this coming from? You’re an idiot.”

“I’m being serious here! Did you not see how he just got your glass and you didn’t even question it? He knows when and what drink to get you. Best friends don’t that! Boyfriends do!” He declares.

“And you my friend have drank way too much! You’re drunk Geoff! This is dumb!” I reply back. Shawn has known me my entire life of course he knows what drink I like. Right?

“Okay fine! Don’t say I didn’t warn you but also don’t forget to thank me when you two end up together!” He points at me and I just roll my eyes.

“Who’s gonna end up together?” I see Shawn handing me my drink and I’m glad that he hasn’t heard our ridiculous conversation.

“Harry and Sally from When Harry Met Sally” Geoff answers and I’m so close to stepping— no stomping on his feet. “You know that movie, right Shawn? he asks. this little shit. “Oh yeah man! That movie is a classic” Shawn states.

“Yeah a classic move about best friends” Geoff says. Shawn looks at him with a weird expression, “Uh yeah that’s the movie?”

“A movie about Harry and Sally who happen to be best friends who happen to fall in love” I know Geoff is trying to make a point here with Shawn that we somehow are the real life version of the movie but Shawn’s not bright. He won’t get it.

“Dude yeah I know! I’ve seen the movie. How much have you had to drink?”

See what I mean. Idiot.

“Damn it. This is useless.” Geoff whispers and I smirk at him knowing his point was a ridiculous one. “Cheers to that dude!” I clink my glass with his; a triumphant smile on my face while I kick him on the shin and a weirded out Shawn looking at the both of us.

“Weirdos”

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“Okay, I gotta bounce. Do you guys want to hitch a ride with me? ” Geoff asks. I look over to Shawn and he shakes his head. “Nah man, we’re good. We’re gonna stay for a bit. Gotta milk the bottomless mojitos you know?” I raise my glass to him and smirk.

“Whatever you alcoholic. You kids have fun!” He looks at me and raises his eyebrows with a smirk. I reply with a dirty finger knowing full what he’s trying to imply.

“Tata lovebirds!” then Geoff leaves.

“What was that about?” Shawn asks. “Nothing. You know how Geoff is, always fucking around” I don’t tell Shawn about we were talking about earlier that night because it’s pointless and it’s just probably gonna weird him out. I love my friendship with Shawn. It’s one of the things that’s been so constant in my life and I don’t plan on fucking that up in the near the future.  “What do you wanna do now?

Shawn shrugs. “I dunno. What do you wanna do?

I raise my eyebrows at him. “I dunno. What do you wanna do?”

“I dunno. What do you want to do?” He humors me

“Alright! Enough! You’re so annoying!!” grabbing my glass and drinking it’s contents. “Oh! Before I forget, my cousin wants to know if you’re gonna make it to her wedding which of course you will because I’m forcing you to go! Save me from my grandma!” I plead with him

“Hey I’m in just as long as it’s an open bar and I get to get as much cake as I want. Speaking of, do you happen to know what flavor is your cousins wedding cake?” He asks.

“It’s red velvet” I inform him

“Can I steal the whole cake?”

“Dude”

We talk about countless things and reminisce about the old days and it’s great! We talk about embarrassing moments from the past like that one time Shawn played with glue and it got to his hair so they had to shave it all off or that one time I punched some girl that was making fun of Shawn’s lion king backpack. That was such a cool backpack! We laugh until the point I have tears in my eyes.

The conversation get more daring. We ask each other questions, personal questions. Worst sex? Best sex? Worst date? Best date?

We’ve drunk a lot over the night, our bodies close with Shawn’s arm resting around my chair and me leaning into him. It’s always so calming whenever we have talks like this. It’s always so comfortable to have someone that just gets it and just don’t try to make a move on you. Someone who you can talk to for hours and hours without having to expect anything in return and I’m so glad to have Shawn for that. So grateful.

“Okay. How about this, who do see yourself marrying? It can be anybody.” I ask him. I’m curious to know what type of girl he sees himself with down the road and I wonder if I’ll get along with her or she’s going to hate me. Also slightly curious if I’m going to be the best man at his wedding. “I promise I won’t judge even if you say Betty White or someone older” I joke

Shawn laughs then thinks and he shrugs “I have one but maybe it’s best to keep it to myself” he tells me.

“No fair! You have to tell me. You can’t just say you found one and not tell me. That’s cruel!

“Nah, it’s a secret that only I should keep” Shawn shakes his head. He’s so fucking red from the alcohol intake and it’s honestly the cutest thing.

“Come on! Are you shy of who you picked? Is it really that bad? I humour him.

He shrugs “I’m not telling you Blake. It’s weird.” he states

I’m annoyed he won’t tell me. We tell each other everything not matter how small it is, and I really want to find out so I reach for him and cover his eyes with both of my palms— “There ya go now you can just tell me and pretend that I’m not here and it’s just you. Now tell me bitch” I slightly threatned.

He sighs, “You”

“What?”

“You!” He says it again

I’m having a hard time processing it so I ask him again. “What?” What?!

“You, Blake! You! Do you not know your own name?” He grabs my hands and pulls it away from his eyes but he never let’s go of my hands; just holds it with his.

I’m surprised with his answer, I never thought I would cross his mind in that way. We’re staring at each other and it gets too much for me so I do what I do best; I avoid it and start joking “Huh, I guess we know what cake we’lll be getting on our wedding day then; not to mention we would probably be at the open bar the entire time”

He chuckles while still holding my hands in his caressing them with his thumbs.”Yeah we’ll probably make Geoff our wedding singer” he looks at our hands and lets go of it.

The air is different. It’s never been different and I’m suddenly nervous. He’s way too close to me that I never really noticed before. He has this look in his eyes that I’m afraid it’s true to what I’m thinking right now.

“I should probably go home. It’s late” I tell him. I don’t know what else to do. For some strange reason, I can’t seem to talk to him without feeling conscious.

He nods “I’ll walk you home! Don’t want anybody making moves on my future wife” He jokes. I know he’s trying to make things lighter and it does help. Sort of. “Oh wow, you’re such a possessive future husband” I joke back.

“I gotta question how long do you think we’ll last before one of us asks for a divorce?”

“Let’s see” Shawn says

We’re walking in the the empty sidewalks laughing and joking around until we reach my building. “You don’t want to stay for the night? I ask him.

“Nah, I should get back home to my place. I need to do some stuff in the morning.” He tells me

“Alrighty then. Night hoe”

“Night bitch”

We smile then staring at each other again and we look like fucking idiots having a stare off contest in front of my building. Shawn looks at me then down to my lips then moves a little closer to me.

I know where this is going. Holy fuck I know where this is going.

Do I like where this is going?

[auggie-hunter]

the allie diaries;

“i mean, i could think of a few things we could play for. your ball first, you choose.”

allie walked into today fully certain she would beat lennon in this one on one. and sure, she kind of didn’t want to squash her, especially with the whole… wanting to date her thing, but allison hunter is a competitive little shit.

however, lennon’s smirk gives her pause. for starters, she looks incredible, and allie finds herself so grateful she’s kept her sunglasses on throughout this, otherwise it would’ve given away her ogling. and second, she thinks she might be regretting this decision to let len choose with how confident she suddenly looks.

still, she’s already in it. regardless of the outcome. “just know i’m not licking concrete.”

“huh?”

allie shakes her head. “my sister’s an asshole.” lennon bites back her laugh and allie’s heart skips at least three beats. “okay, come on pick.”

“fine.” lennon dribbles the basketball twice, seeming to think about her answer. “if i win, you...” she dribbles a few more times looking allie right in the eye when she takes her shot. “come back to my place with me.” swish.

“I’ve been watching you for awhile”

“okay, stalker much?” allie sounds skeptical, her arms folded across her chest, the collared button up she wears bunching up in her stance.

lennon chuckles, both amused and slightly sheepish, though certainly more the former than the latter. “okay i realize how that sounds, but i swear i’m not a stalker.”

“that’s literally what a stalker would say!”

“so you are this easily riled up in real life. and here i thought it was just you being edgy for the podcast.”

“nope, it actually doesn’t take much.” allie raises a brow, only mildly insulted. “so you see why telling me you’ve been watching me is sending me spinning.”

“i meant tonight. you’ve been killing it! hello, it’s the white house correspondents dinner!”

“nerd prom,” allie corrects, but then she’s biting her lip, and… oh god, blushing.

lennon laughs. “yeah, nerd prom.” she smiles. “i just think you’re cute. kinda hot actually, is all i meant.”

Incorporate: a mistake

“no! no, no, no, no, no….” he was going to kill her. allison matilda hunter was certain her beloved twin brother auggie (okay beloved was a strong word) was going to disown her and murder her and bury her in a shallow grave…

too much?

but she’d made such a big deal out of this whole best man thing, and she looks damn good in a tux and stilettos, and her brother was getting married to the love of his life! she wanted to be right at his side, just like she wants him to be her best man at her wedding in whatever century that is. 

and then she went and lost the rings. the fucking rings, she had one singular job besides the bachelor party, and the speech she’s been writing since she was ten, AND SHE FUCKED IT.

her panic grew stronger when she looked around her hotel room and continued to come up empty.

she was doomed.

i’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please i’m trying to work no i can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water

teddy and auggie are in the center of the dance floor, all slow dance-y and happy. the fact that they haven’t left for the night is suspicious, but allie wrinkles her nose when she remembers they both disappeared after the cake was cut, and she thinks the whipped cream on their table was missing during that time.

“they totally went at it, didn’t they?” she mutters to herself, her words slightly slurred. “that’s why they’re cool with not leaving yet.” because of course they would.

“yes,” the waitress startles her, and allie nearly jumps out of her skin. “twice in one of the business suites. in their defense i just went to pee and have a smoke, i did not intend to hear them”

“lennon! you’re back,” allie grins. “gosh, you really are just so pretty.”

“and so are you. and so is this water and this coffee i really, really need you to drink.” lennon sets them down in front of her and takes a seat beside her; she’d explain it to her boss later, she thinks, tossing her braids over her shoulder.

“thank you,” allie says, taking the glass of water. “but that’s gross though. the business suite thing?”

lennon shrugs. “i dunno it’s kinda cute. it’s their wedding day. they’re so happy they just wanna bang. it’s cute. and romantic. and a little slutty,” she giggles to herself.

“it is.” allie pouts. “i’m not even mad; look how stupid happy they are,” she rambles after a sip of water. “teddy looks like literal sunshine with that freaking flower crown on her head, and auggie’s holding her like she’s his absolute everything--which, she is. but like dude, they’re like our parents.”

“oh no, please don’t cry.”

“i won’t,” allie sniffles. “i won’t, i just. i really love my brother, y’know?”

Incorporate: a first time watching star wars

“wait, wait, really?” allie’s eyes are wide like saucers once her laughter subside and she realizes lennon isn’t laughing with her, though she still manages to look amused, in that way only she can.

lennon nods, the pile of curls above her head bouncing with each bob of her head. “yeah, really. i’ve never seen star wars.”

“len, how?” sitting up off the couch, allie’s already reaching for the remote.

“well, if you must know, i just never got around to it,” she chuckles when disney+ pops up on the screen. “i didn’t care enough?” lennon shrugs before holding a hand up when she sees allie’s jaw drop. “respectfully.”

“oh my god.”

“you’re gonna make me watch them, aren’t you?”

“i think i may combust if i don’t?”

lennon laughs, and with the look on allie’s face, she thinks she just might. she shakes her head, somehow finding herself falling more, and more for this ridiculous human, who she isn’t sure is entirely real.

“fine.”

-

“hey,” allie bites her lip. “um… it might be soon, but if i don’t say this, i think i’m gonna blurt it out in my sleep, and to be honest, i’d rather say it while i’m conscious and at least somewhat in control, and not when i’ve fallen asleep after smoking too much…” she trails off, and it isn’t until lennon is grabbing her hand and gently tugging her closer that she realizes she’s been pacing.

“allie,” lennon squeezes her hand. “allie, baby, hi, slow down,” she says, in her soft easy tone, reserved just for allie when she spins out. though she cringes when allie’s free hand rubs her forehead, and reaches up to draw her hand away from her face.

one day she’d get her girlfriend to care about her skin. one day.

“you’re good. you’re fine. talk to me.”

“oh fuck,” allie swears when her eyes well.

“allie?”

“i love you!” and she sounds more frustrated than happy in that moment, but she giggles, almost in disbelief.

lennon laughs with her, and cups her cheek to press her lips to hers. “i know.”

“oh my god, you just empire’d at me,” allie’s swooning, and lennon’s giggling against her mouth. god she loves this weirdo so much.

[coffeebooksorme]

85 Questions

Thank you so much to @the-bookler​ for tagging me in this! I think I’ll tag @the-forest-library​ @solaceinprose​ @lizziethereader​ @bookclub​ aaaaaand @sleepybookowl​

the last 1. drink: Water with crystal light in it!

2. phone call: The fiance; I was at the grocery store and had a question.

3. text message: The fiance again!

4. song you listened to:  God, I dunno, it was something on the radio. Probably Despacito because the stations here have been playing that like crazy!

5. time you cried: Umm...last week, I think?

6. dated someone twice: Never!

7. kissed someone and regretted it: I regret my first kiss, tbh. I was 20 or 21 and griping about how I hadn’t been kissed yet, blah, blah, blah, and one of my guy friends at the time kissed me just to make me shut up about it. 

8. been cheated on: Never, that I know of.

9. lost someone special: Um...not for a good long while. 

10. been depressed: Every damn month! I hate being that person that self diagnoses (it irritates my #nurblr soul), but I swear to god that I have PMDD so some months I get overemotional and really, really down in the dumps.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: A few years ago on New Years Eve. I have definitely learned my lesson and don’t drink to excess like that anymore.

3 favourite colours 12. Red 13. Blue 14: Black

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: Definitely!

16. fallen out of love: Nope!

17. laughed until you cried: OH YES! @solaceinprose​ and I are hysterical when we get together!

18. found out someone was talking about you: I work in a predominantly female profession where drama and gossip is more rampant than drug abuse, so yes.

19. met someone who changed you: Yep!

20. found out who your friends are: Yep!

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: The fiance!

General: 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them but the few celebrities/bands that I follow. I don’t add anyone on my Facebook unless I know them.

23. do you have any pets: My rental agreement doesn’t allow them so no. :\

24. do you want to change your name: Naw, I like my name, but I’m changing my last name when I get married. It’s gonna be a doosey. Needless to say, it’s a food and people are already teasing me about it lol

25. what did you do for your last birthday: @solaceinprose​ came over with her boyfriend, the fiance grilled some food, and we ate an awesome minion cake that had ‘Happy 2nd Birthday, Ayden’ on it. It was pretty awesome.

26. what time did you wake up: 0930

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: I think I was already in bed at that time.

28. name something you can’t wait for: THE SPEAKER BY TRACI CHEE! 

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Two years ago in September. She lives in Michigan.

30 has vanished? OOoooOOoooOoOooOooOo

31. what are you listening to right now: The Golden Girls

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I’m sure I’ve had a patient named Tom before.

33. something that is getting on your nerves: The damn humidity in Florida. As soon as I walk outside, my glasses fog up, and I swear to god it’s like I’ve walked into a wall of heat!

34. most visited website: Tumblr

35. hair colour: Brown

36. long or short hair: Right now it’s halfway down my back. Normally I keep it around my shoulders, but I figured I’d grow it out for the wedding because I need as much of it as I can since my hair is so damn thin!

37. do you have a crush on someone: JASON MOMOA! Oh my god, I would climb that man like a tree!

38. what do you like about yourself: I think my humor is pretty awesome.

39. piercings: Just my ears.

40. blood type: No clue! We did blood typing during A&P in nursing school, but the kit I had was defective and we didn’t have time to do it again.

41. nickname: Whit, Sam, PR (but no one’s called me that in years)

42. relationship status: Engaged

43. zodiac: Pisces

44. pronouns: She/Her

45. favourite tv show: I can’t pick just one!

46. tattoos: Technically, three, but it only looks like two!

47. right or left handed: Right

48. surgery: None yet, knock on wood!

50. favorite sport: To play, baseball. To watch, hockey.

51. favorite vacation: I’ve only ever been on vacation to Orlando so I guess there.

52. favorite pair of trainers: I only have one pair, the Nikes I wear to work, so I guess those.

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: I just ate a Totino’s pizza. I’m tempted to grab my Americone Dream ice cream from the freezer.

54. drinking: Water with crystal light!

55. I’m about to: Start a new book

56. waiting for: The dryer to stop

57. want: I’m good right now, thanks.

58. get married: Yep!

59. career: Bookshop owner, author, professional napper, librarian, coffee taste tester.

WHICH IS BETTER:

60. hugs or kisses: Both, especially if it’s from the right person!

61. lips or eyes: Eyes

62. shorter or taller: Taller. I’m 6′ and I always swore that I wouldn’t date anyone shorter than me. Mmhm, my fiance is 5′10 and I’ve only ever ‘dated’ someone taller than me once. 

63. older or younger: Older

64. nice arms or nice stomach: Arms!

65. hookup or relationship: Relationship! I’m a serial monogamist and I honestly cannot do random hookups. 

66. troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant troublemaker! I don’t like to get into trouble (I’m a goody two shoes with an overbearing mother who likes control) but my mouth tends to get me into trouble and I haven’t learned how to keep it shut yet!

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: Yep! A bunch of friends and I went to a club in Canada (heeeeey drinking age at 19) and I totally made out with some random dude on the dance floor. I was so drunk.

68. drank hard liquor: Yuuuuuuuuuup!

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Not lost, per say, but I’ve knocked my glasses off my nightstand before and considering I’m practically blind, they were lost from me for a few minutes.

70. turned someone down: Oh yeah, OKCupid was super fun to navigate with all the fuck boys, neck bears, and ‘nice guys’.

71. sex on the first date: Nope!

73. had your heart broken: Sorta

74. been arrested: Nope!

75. cried when someone died: Yep!

76. fallen for a friend: Ohhhhhhh yeah. I crushed hard on my friend James when I was in my early twenties and he basically told me that he would date me if I wasn’t fat.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

77. yourself: Most of the time!

78. miracles: Absolutely!

79. love at first sight: Yeah

80. santa claus: Nope

81. kiss on the first date: Oh yeah!

82. angels: Nope

OTHER:

84. eye colour: Brown 85. favourite movie: Oh god, there’s too many to choose!