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etoileholland · 4 years ago

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Hold me tight, tell me I’m the only one

Pairing: Peter Parker x female reader

Word count: 4.1k (I got a tad bit carried away oops)

Warnings: so much fluff that you may just have a mouthful of cavities.

Summary: In which you ask a clueless & oblivious Peter to the 60′s themed prom. The description doesn’t do it justice okay I’m bad at summarising I apologise.

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written for my little angel Peter! Also I wish my actual prom went as well as it did here.

Prom. It was arguably one of the most important events in your junior year. Homecoming paled in comparison to prom, and it was a massive deal to ask someone, and to be asked in return.

People were getting asked out left and right, and in the most elaborate ways possible.

Except for the trio, not surprisingly.

It was a week before prom, and the prom committee was hanging a large banner in the cafeteria. The theme was the 1960’s, and the writing was in the same font as 'The Beatles' logo.

Peter sat down, joining Ned at their usual table. Ned was going on about something, but Peter wasn’t listening to anything that he was saying. He was too focused on you, as you stood on the ladder hanging up the banner.

You weren’t the most popular girl in school, but you were popular adjacent. You took AP classes and were nice and pretty, so naturally people noticed you, but you were a notch down from the ‘elites’. Peter liked that you were nicer than they were, and that you didn’t let your ‘popularity’ go to your head.

Peter knew he had no chance with you whatsoever, but it didn’t stop him from admiring and pining over you.

What did stop him was a swift smack to the back of the head, courtesy of MJ’s binder.

“Ow! What the heck MJ, what possessed you to do that?” Peter rubbed the back of his head, wincing while doing so.

“Because I caught you looking at her again.” She shrugged. “I’m trying to get you to stop doing that, so now when I catch you looking at her, I’ll smack you.”

“What would that help?” Peter asked as he took a bite of his pizza.

“It’s classical conditioning, Peter. It’s basic psychology. Didn’t you pay attention in class, dork? You’ll associate her with being smacked upside the head and then you’ll stop staring at her like a creep.” She grinned as she stole a carrot from his lunch tray.

“Yeah well I’m not one of Pavlov’s dogs, I don’t need to be classically conditioned.” He propped his arm on the table and leaned on it, as he let out a sigh, continuing to watch you talk with your friends.

“Just ask her to prom already.” MJ took a loud bite of the carrot and didn’t bother to close her mouth as she chewed.

“I can’t do that, she doesn’t even care that I exist. Besides she’s probably been asked by someone way more popular than I am.”

“You’ll never know until you ask.”

Ned chimed in, “That’s true, maybe it’s like a paradox. You would think she’s already taken because she’s semi popular, but if everyone assumes she’s already been asked, then no one will actually ask her.” He paused as he took a bite of his granola bar. “I have an idea. I sit by her in AP US History; she always gives me snacks because she knows I’m hungry. Anyway I’ll see if she’s been asked, and if not then you need to hop on the opportunity.” Ned added as MJ gave him a high five.

“Precisely, what he said.” She stole another carrot from Peter’s tray, and he just pushed the tray towards her so she could eat them.

“Fine, but I still have no chance.” He uttered, taking a sip of his juice box.

The next day, Ned practically knocked Peter over at his locker.

“Dude, dude you are not going to believe it! Okay so yesterday (Y/N) asked me if I was going to prom with Betty and I said no, because we were going to see a movie together instead. But then she asked if you were going and I said no, but then she was like ‘Well that’s a shame, prom would be a lot more fun if you guys went.’”

“Sooo?” Peter grabbed his book from the locker and slammed the door shut.

Ned grabbed his shoulders and shook him around. “It means that she wants us to come! Maybe she wants you to ask her, I mean why would she ask me first if we were going. She knows I’m with Betty which means she was inquiring about you! Think about it!”

Peter grabbed Ned’s arms and pried his hands off his shoulders.

“Or maybe it’s because she’s on the prom committee and she wants people to attend. It’s her job to recruit people.”

“Hm, you might be right. That would be more plausible.” Ned said as he and Peter walked down the hallway. “But hey, at least she knows you exist.”

“Did you find out if she’s already been asked to prom?” Peter nudged Ned in the shoulder. “Oh rats, I forgot to ask that. My bad.” Ned said as he snapped his fingers.

“Sometimes dude, you are no help.” Peter said as he dodged the herd of students trying to get to class.

Peter insisted on walking the long way to Chem because then he could pass by your locker and get a little glimpse of you. He would notice you always organising your books in the same order, and checking yourself out in the small locker mirror to make sure you looked alright. Even though walking the long way would mean he’d be a minute or two late to class, it was well worth it.

You grabbed your statistics book out of your locker, and to Peter’s surprise, you waved at them. At first he wasn’t sure it was directed at him, but once you said “Hello Ned and Peter!” he knew it was directed at him.

You walked over to them, clutching your textbook to your chest and slightly rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Hey! Ned said yesterday that you weren’t going to prom, so why not? It’ll be a ton of fun, and I’ve also been working really hard on it and I want my efforts to be appreciated.”

“That’s nice of you to ask (Y/N), but I don’t really like going to dances. I was planning on having a Star Wars marathon instead.” He grimaced when he realised how stupid and pathetic it actually sounded, but you didn’t jump at the opportunity to make fun of him.

“Me either, to be honest. I only attend because I plan them; apparently you can’t plan a party and not attend. I mean sure, Gatsby did it but then again it wasn’t required for class participation. Anyways, it’ll be so much fun if you went, please? For me?” You drew out the last word and pouted, and Peter had to grab on to Ned to make sure he wouldn’t faint.

“I, erm, well haven’t had anyone to ask yet, I mean I’m not sure anyone would want to go with me anyway.” Peter rambled as you looked at him sympathetically.

“Yeah, well, I haven’t been asked either, so you wouldn’t be alone.” You hinted, hoping that Peter would ask you to prom.

You had always liked Peter. He was patient, kind and extremely intelligent, there was never a doubt about that. He was always sticking up for people, and you were amazed at how he never lost his temper. You loved his curly hair, his freckles, and how he always smelled like vanilla. He always avoided you when you had a class together, so you assumed that he didn’t care for you much. You had no idea how wrong you really were.

Ned elbowed Peter in the side as he tried to prompt him to ask you out. You were standing right in front of him, and yet Peter was frozen.

“Ah, well it’s not that bad. You have a week to find someone to ask you.” You visibly frowned when he said that, and you just nodded your head.

“Y-yeah, I do have some time, thanks. Anyway see you around.” You walked in the opposite direction from the boys, and Ned elbowed Peter in the side again.

“You idiot! You messed it up!” Ned was smacking Peter continuously, not even caring when Peter pushed him, as Ned knocked over a trash can.

“Oh come on, she didn’t really want me to ask her, did she?” Peter asked, and Ned just slapped him again.

“She did! Why do you think she came over to us and said hi, and then mentioned that she hasn’t been asked to prom yet. She wanted you to ask her to prom and you blew it.”

Peter leaned his head back as he covered his face with his hands. “Oh my god, I really did mess it up.”

“Yeah you think?” Ned was cut off when the bell rang, signaling that they were late to class.

“See you at lunch, Ned.” Peter waved to Ned as he trudged to class.

He knew that he blew it with you, and the last thing he wanted to do was go to class. But he made his way to Chem, hoping that it would distract his mind from what just happened.

He only had to make it through the rest of the day, and then he could go home and cry about it.

—

“I can’t believe it, I tried to hint at him to ask me out but he didn’t.” You signed to your friend Daphné as you plopped on the floor, sitting criss cross.

You and Daphné were best friends since the first grade, and when you learned that she was going deaf, you both learned sign language together so that you could communicate.

“Boys don’t get hints, you know, Peter is pretty clueless.” Your friend Daphné signed back, emphasizing the sign for ‘clueless’.

“I know, but he’s so cute. He doesn’t seem to like me though, he told me that I’ll find someone soon to ask me. Like no, you dork, I want you to ask me out.”

“Trust me, he is always staring at you. Maddie texted me saying that she overheard Ned say that Peter walks the long way to Chem so that he could pass by your locker every day. He clearly likes you, but he’s nervous. Why don’t you ask him out? If he’s too clueless to take a hint, then you should take matters into your own hands and ask him.” Daphné grinned as she signed.

“Maybe I will, thanks Daph.” You signed back as Daphné grabbed a piece of poster paper and some markers. She handed you the materials, and you signed “thank you” to her.

“Ask him at lunch.” She signed as you nodded, grabbing your pencil as you began to sketch out the design.

—

As lunch came around, Peter sat there at the table glumly, not even caring when MJ took his burger from his tray.

“Hey sport, what’s got you down and out?” She said with her mouth full.

“Peter blew it with (Y/N). She saw us in the hallway, and actually spoke to us. She said that she hadn’t been asked to prom yet, and you know what this idiot did?” He motioned to Peter as he let out a sigh, leaning forward to rest his head on the table. “He said, ‘Well you’ll find someone soon to ask you’ like a doofus.”

“Oof, you really did ruin it Peter.” MJ agreed as she continued to eat his burger.

“Don’t remind me, I just need this day to end.” He groaned. He began to lightly hit his head against the table while saying “I. Am. Such. An. Idiot.”

Just then, you were approaching their table, poster in hand. You strutted over to them, and Ned gasped as you stood right behind Peter, tilting your head to see why he was slouched over the table. You gently placed your hand on his back, and let out a little “Peter” in a soft voice.

He shot his head up, nearly giving himself whiplash as he recognized your voice.

“Oh hi, I wasn’t sleeping or anything.” He said as he slapped his forehead with his palm. God I can be such an idiot, he thought.

“That’s good, because I have something to ask you.” You grinned as you held the poster behind your back so that he couldn’t see it.

“Uh yeah sure, what is it (Y/N)?” He asked as you pulled the poster from behind you, opening it so that he could read it.

The poster was black with little stars, and it read: “Yoda one I want to go with to prom”, with baby Yoda right next to the words. The print was in the same font as the Star Wars logo, and the word ‘prom’ was filled entirely of glitter. You clearly put a lot of effort into it, and he couldn’t stop grinning at how precious you were.

“I know you like Star Wars so, yeah. That’s all.” You grinned as he sat there shocked. This can’t be happening, he thought, I can’t believe she really wants me to go to prom with her.

“Well Peter, are you going to give me an answer?” You asked, swaying back and forth on your heels.

“Of course.” Heat rose to Peter’s cheeks as you hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You took a step back as Peter got up from the table and pulled you into a proper hug. Applause filled the cafeteria when they noticed he said yes, and you let go of Peter’s embrace.

“Penis Parker got asked to prom by (Y/N)? God what day is it, ‘ask a dork to prom’ day?” Flash exclaimed as he got a few laughs from the kids in the cafeteria.

“Ignore him, thank you for saying yes.” You said as he nodded and added “Thank you for asking.”

“You can keep the poster.” You handed it to him, and he rolled it up and put it in his bag. You stood there for a second, unsure of what to do next, but you didn’t want to bug Peter anymore. “Okay well have a nice lunch.” You began to turn around, but you stopped when you felt that Peter grabbed your hand.

“Um, would you want to eat lunch with us? If that’s alright with you and your friends of course.” He asked as you looked down at the hand that he was holding, smiling. “Yes of course, let me just grab my things.” You let go of his hand as you practically ran back to your table, grabbing your food and backpack as you made your way back to Peter’s table.

You set the pizza box down on the table that you ordered from Postmates earlier. You then sat down, making yourself comfortable as you opened the box and grabbed a slice. You noticed Peter eyeing the pizza, his mouth slightly watering as he continued to stare at it.

“You can have a slice, Peter.” You motioned to the pizza as he eagerly grabbed one and took a huge bite out of it.

“Someone” he tilted his head to MJ “ate my burger.” He said as you patted him on the arm sympathetically. “It’s okay, you have an even better lunch now.” You added as Peter nodded.

Sitting and eating pizza with Peter was the best lunch you’ve ever had.

—

The dance was only three days away, and you were staying at the school late, working on the decorations and ordering last minute supplies. You stayed behind while everyone else left, not wanting to miss their other obligations.

Peter stayed late for an academic decathlon meeting, and as he was walking down the hallway, he heard music playing from a classroom. He followed the music and noticed that you were in the classroom by yourself, dancing to the music as you were gluing a flower to the backdrop. He stood in the door frame, admiring how cute you looked when you were dancing. Your head bobbed to the music, your hips slightly swaying to the beat as you hummed the lyrics.

“Do you need some help?” You heard a voice from behind you, and you turned around to notice Peter standing in the doorway. He looked cute in his sweater and jeans, and you noticed his hair was slightly ruffled.

“I think I’m good, thank you for asking though.” You said as you turned the music down slightly. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I could ask you the same, but I just got out of acadeca practice.” He rested his arm on the door frame, and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was.

“Wow, you’re cute and smart.” You said, and Peter began to blush.

“Thank you, you as well.” He said as he felt himself blush.

“Would you like some help?” He took a step into the classroom. “I’d love to help you out, it seems stressful to set the whole prom up.”

“It is, and I would love the help, thank you Peter. Maybe this can wait until tomorrow, I’m pretty exhausted. I’m just worried that this-” you motioned to the backdrop “won’t be finished in time by Saturday. I haven’t really had much help with it.”

“Well I’d love to help you tomorrow after school, I’m available all day.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You pulled him into a hug, but he stood there motionless, unsure of what to do. You idiot, hug her back, he thought to himself, but before he could put his arms around you, you had pulled away.

“Can I walk you to your car?” Peter asked as you grabbed your things.

“I’d love that, thank you again. Do you need a ride home?” You asked as he nodded his head no. “My aunt is actually waiting for me in the parking lot.”

“Good, I want to make sure you get home safe.” You replied and Peter smiled. “You too, now let’s go.” He said as you turned the lights off in the classroom, locking the door behind you as you two left.

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Saturday finally rolled around, and you were beyond excited. You loved everything about the ‘60s, from the fashion, to the music, to the dancing. You were so happy the committee chose your theme, and you were so committed to the theme that you asked your grandma for a dress from that era. She had an extensive wardrobe with many outfits from the decades she’s lived through, and they were in nearly perfect condition. You decided to go with this dress, which was a peach coloured long sleeve dress, with buttons and a collar. You paired the outfit with white and black patent leather short block heels.

Your grandma even helped you with the makeup, giving you a Brigitte Bardot inspired look, and did your hair in the same way. You really wanted to look and be as authentic as possible.

Admiring your outfit in the mirror, you danced to “A Night To Remember” from the High School Musical 3 soundtrack, practicing the twist and other dance moves.

Peter wore a suit and tie, and had May help him with the tie.

“I can’t believe it, you’re actually going to prom! I remember my prom like it was yesterday. I went with Marc Fisher, and he and I danced all night, and stayed up all night too if you know what I mean.” She winked as Peter gagged. “Just be safe, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Remember that.” She placed a kiss on his forehead and helped him straighten his tie. “You are so handsome Peter, I know for sure she is one lucky girl to be going with you.”

“Thank you May, I feel like the lucky one for being able to go with her.” He added, smiling as he fixed the curl in front of his face.

“Now remember Peter, be a gentleman. Open doors for her, ask her if she wants to dance, and make sure that you give her your jacket if she gets cold.” Peter nodded as he was making a mental note of everything.

May patted Peter on the back and handed him the corsage. “Now dance the night away and get groovy with it.” She laughed as she began to dance, while Peter headed towards the door. “Love you May.”

“Love you too Peter, be safe!” She called out as he closed the door.

You told him that you would pick him up at his apartment, so he waited outside for you to pull up. A few minutes later, you drove up in a retro 1960′s Mini, embellished with a union jack painted on the roof of the car. He then gasped as you stopped the car and got out, as you looked like you stepped out of a retro cover of Vogue.

“Wow” was all he could say as you stood there in front of him, arms at your side as you spun around so that he could see the whole outfit. “You look extremely beautiful; I am truly the luckiest guy in the world right now.” You blushed as he handed you the corsage, and luckily it matched your dress colour perfectly.

“Thank you Peter, you look very handsome yourself.” He blushed as you interlocked your arm in his.

“Tell me honestly, did I go a bit overboard with the whole outfit, even going as far as renting a vintage car?” You asked and Peter shook his head no. “Honestly, I love how dedicated you are to the theme, it shows you really care.” You smiled as you took Peter’s hand in yours, as you led him to the car.

You drove to the venue, which was a community center by a lake, and it was a beautiful location. The committee set up the night before, so that you would have the day of prom to get ready. Peter was amazed at how gorgeous everything looked, and he knew that you had worked so hard on it. He noticed the backdrop to the photo booth that he helped you work on, and he couldn’t help but smile. It felt bittersweet knowing that once prom was over, he wouldn’t have a reason to hang out with you anymore. He didn’t want this night to end, because then he’ll just be back to Peter Parker, and not your date anymore.

Music filled the air as people were around dancing, and the music was a mix of modern and music from the 60s.

“Wanna dance?” You asked as you held your hand out, and Peter gladly took it. “Disclaimer, I’m not the best dancer though.” He said as you led him to the dance floor.

“I doubt that, everyone can do the twist.” You said as you danced and he joined in.

‘Hold Me Tight’ by the Beatles came over the speakers, and you squealed. The Beatles were your favourite band and you had always dreamed of dancing with someone to this song. You were happy knowing that the ‘someone’ was Peter.

‘It feels so right, now hold me tight. Tell me I’m the only one, and then I might, never be the lonely one.’ They sang as Peter held you close to him. He had one hand on the small of your back and the other holding your hand as you two danced to the music.

Peter and you were singing along to the lyrics, and you didn’t realise how close he was to you. “It feels so right, now hold me tight.” Peter sang into your ear, causing you to blush.

“Tell me I’m the only one.” You whispered back, and Peter held you even closer. He looked at you with so much love and adoration, and in that moment it only felt like the two of you, dancing to one of your favourite songs. You two swayed and moved to the beat, but suddenly you two stopped dancing.

Peter looked into your eyes, and then back down at your lips. He licked his, causing you to look down at them. You two were so close that you could feel his heartbeat, and you could see each and every one of his freckles up close. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, and he pulled you even closer to him, as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“(Y/N), thank you for asking me to prom, I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to do so before.” You leaned in so that your lips were only a few centimetres apart, and all you wanted to do was lean in more to kiss him.

“You’re welcome, Peter. I’m just happy you said yes.” Peter let out a “mm” as he cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.

“May I please kiss you?” You whispered, and he replied “Yes.” His lips grazed yours, and he pressed his lips to yours. His lips were soft and they tasted like vanilla chapstick.

After a few seconds, you pulled away first. Peter, suddenly with a bit of confidence, pulled you into a deeper kiss. You were shocked at his burst of confidence all of a sudden, but were happy that he was finally showing you he liked you too.

“I feel like the happiest man ever.” He said against your lips, as you just pulled him into another kiss.

High school musical was right, this truly was a night to remember.

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mattatouile · 5 years ago

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Bullet Point J x B highschool fic

who wants another bullet point fic?

Jaime’s in the locker rooms, the guys (Ron, Hyle, etc) try to get him into the bet to deflower Brienne. Jaime is disgusted by the bet. He doesn’t know B well, no one seems to except her two friends Pod and Sansa. His cheerleader sister has referenced Brienne sometimes, about what an oafish, hideous beast she is. Jaime doesn’t defend B because Cersei has always been an asshole and Jaime doesn’t stand up to her about anything (except Tyrion??)

Brienne is an outcast, got bullied horrifically during middle school. Has two good friends, Pod and Sansa. Basketball or volleyball or track + field or swim team or soccer? Some kind of sport. Her years of bullying have also made her distrust basically the world.

Jaime sits down at her lunch the day after he finds out about the bet. Brienne is essentially like “fuck off, what the fuck?” Jaime is insistently friendly.

Hyle and Ron etc. also start being nice to Brienne. She is super suspicious, and demands Jaime tell her what’s going on. He figures if he tells her, she either won’t believe him, or think he’s mocking her, or she’ll be mortified and he knows how badly she’s been bullied and doesn’t want to do that to her. Also, he can protect her from them if he becomes her friend and he does find her super amusing and it’s very fun to make her blush. So he tells her that it’s just that everyone follows his lead like sheep. She’ll be popular by association. Just wait. Brienne insists she doesn’t want to be popular. Jaime smirks, “Everyone wants to be popular.”

Jaime invites Brienne to a party at his mansion. Brienne says hell no. Sansa makes her go. Puts makeup and a blue dress on Brienne that Brienne insists is too short. She also does something to Brienne’s hair?? Something that isn’t just a ponytail or braid. Jaime is actually startled to see her. It’s not that she’s suddenly pretty it’s just that it forces him to consider her. Except she looks SO UNCOMFORTABLE and keeps yanking at the hem of the dress but also trying to pull the neckline up. He teases her but she gets pissed and storms off. He follows, apologizing the whole time. Cersei is an asshole to her at some point about how pathetic it is that she tried to look hot. It’s not like Jaime will ever want to fuck her. Brienne doesn’t even want Jaime to want to fuck her. (FALSE) But a bunch of people overheard and she’s humiliated. Jaime tells Cersei to fuck off, essentially. That makes it worse for Brienne. She doesn’t need him defending her.

Jaime ends up following Brienne out of the party, apologizing for Cersei and everything is. B is near tears and she just cannot cry in front of him. She’s basically like, “I don’t know what you’re plotting but I won’t be Carrie at the prom. I’m not an idiot, Jaime.” That’s so close to the truth, but he’s really starting to genuinely enjoy her company and maybe want to kiss her which is confusing because she’s so salty. She storms off.

Jaime goes to her house the next day. Begs her to let him prove that he wants to be her friend for realz. Invites her to do an activity with him. Paintball or rock climbing or hiking or SOMETHING physically active. This turns into them going on these non-dates with each other. Jaime realizes oops he has feelings and now he’s fucked if she ever finds out about the bet and it’s just...too late to confess. At some point, Jaime and Brienne both desperately want to see some nerdy AF movie. They decide to go together awkwardly. It’s a date but neither of them can admit it. They accidentally touch hands. When Jaime drives her home, he literally says, “Oh, fuck it,” and kisses her. She doesn’t respond and jerks away. Asks what the hell that was. He smiles, but not mockingly, “It was a kiss, Tarth.” “I know that. Why?” “Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks.” She gapes at him, turns very red. He leans in very close and says, “I’m going to do it again unless you tell me not to.” She does not tell him not to. He smiles and kisses her again and this time she kisses back.

Jaime and Brienne slowly start to date. Ron gets shitty because he’s shitty. Ron congratulates Jaime in front of everyone in the cafeteria for winning the bet. Brienne goes white as a ghost. “Bet?” Jaime panics. Brienne sees his face. Ron smirks. “Don’t tell me he didn’t tell you. The team had a bet about who could fuck Brienne the Beast first. Looks like Lannister won.” Brienne goes numb and has to leave. Jaime runs after her (he does this a lot). She tells him if he ever touches her again she’ll break his arm. “Brienne, please. Let me explain.” Brienne glares at him with an awful combination of hurt and fury. “I don’t know how I could be stupid enough to think you were different. You’re just like the rest of the assholes.”

Jaime tries texting. He tries calling. He tries showing up to her house. Selwyn is like, “Look kid, I’m not going to hit you, but I will bodily remove you from my property if you don’t leave.” She avoids him at school. Pod and Sansa all but form a protective barrier around her.

Jaime knows. He has to sacrifice himself on the altar of dignity. He stands up on a table at lunch and declares for the entire school that he is crazy about Brienne Tarth and lists all the reasons he’s crazy about her (she’s kind and strong and unfailingly understanding and FUN okay, SHE’S FUN, and he loves spending time with her, and hurting her was the dumbest thing he’s ever done and he gets it if she never forgives him, but he wanted her to hear it from him because she deserved it before)

Brienne softens a bit. He was just really sincere, and she’d like to believe she knows when someone -- well, she didn’t know he was lying, but maybe he wasn’t lying there at the end. And what he said wasn’t some overly flattering bullshit about her being sexy. It was about who she was as a person and all the things they did together. So -- so maybe.

She finally texts HIM and says he’s going to have to earn back her trust for so long. So fucking long. He’s going to grovel forever until she learns to believe him again. She’s been hurt by a lot of people, by nearly everyone, but -- but he can try to earn her trust back if he actually wants to.

Jaime. Grovels. So. Hard. He sends a vat of her favorite movie candy (junior mints). Invites her rock climbing again, but doesn’t try to hold her hand, because he knows she’s gotta come to him. He even grovels to Selwyn. Brienne, in a fit of GENIUS, asks Jaime to come to dinner at her house. He knows it’s not actually a request, it’s a test. AND HE WILL PASS THIS TEST. AS HE HAS NEVER PASSED ANY TEST.

So he comes to dinner and he lets Selwyn absolutely rakes him over the coals in the most subtle way possible. And Brienne kind of smiles the entire time and tries not to laugh but Jaime doesn’t get bristley at all, and he is the bristliest person usually. So...yeah. It’s nice. He just smiles at her and his fucking eyes twinkle and he’s so handsome and... he’s kind. She can’t quite ignore that he’s kind. He’s been so patient. When dinner’s finally over and Selwyn makes it clear he doesn’t HATE Jaime but that it’s time to go, Brienne walks him to the door. She glances over her shoulder at her dad and pulls the door until it’s almost shut, so she can run if she needs to. Jaime looks at her and he’s just shining with hope and it makes something inside of her warm, like a long sip of tea in the morning, and she kisses him.

His grin is so wide and he looks so happy and she’s still super scared. She even tells him, “This doesn’t mean I forgive you. You still have to prove yourself. But -- but maybe you can prove yourself as my --” and she just CANNOT bring herself to say the words. So he says, “as your boyfriend.” And she blushes furiously and mumbles, “Yeah, that.” And somehow, SOMEHOW, his grin gets even wider and he says, “I think I can do that.” And then he kisses her and it gets a little deeper and then her dad clears his throat so loud she can hear it through the small gap in the door.

They date forever. Don’t worry about the high school sweetheart thing. Jaime never stops really groveling and she realizes at some point he isn’t groveling it’s just how Jaime is. Like, he just wants to treat her that way and he always did and it was never really a lie. So. That’s good. That’s really good.

THE END.

#jaime x brienne #bullet point fic #this counts as writing #right?#braime #i write things #kinda

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delta-roseblr · 5 years ago

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I absolutely love the last prompt, but that made me think about what would happen if Will or Nico where the ones to walk in on them? I think Will would want to crave into a hole and die. It would be so hilarious. If you ever write something like that it would make my day! Thanks 💖

Hello, Anon.

And hello everyone else!

First, I originally got this prompt following the fic where Wash and Watts walked in on Dean and Felix making out at prom and really ran with the idea. That being said, around the same time another lovely follower, @lua-bruma sent me an amazing illustration she created and challenged me to write a fic based on the illustration. The picture and this prompt went together so well I just combined the two.

I will include @lua-bruma‘s illustration at the bottom of this fic.

Dean pulled up and parked outside hisaunt’s house. Felix was pretty excited about the invite to Solace familyThanksgiving, at least more excited than he had been the year before. Thatwasn’t that surprising because being there with his dad was nothing to becompared to being there with Dean. Still, with all Leonard’s stupid rules aboutwhen Felix could see Dean (and where, how, and what he could do) he wouldrather skip all the turkey and stuffing and spent the day in Dean’s bed. He hadreally tried to convince Dean to do so, and he was pretty sure that Dean wastempted, but in the end, he didn’t give in.

They climbed out of the car, and Deanpractically ran to catch up with him so they could hold hands on the way to thedoor. Naomi Solace lived in the middle of town in one of those little peoplefarms were the houses were way too close together. The risk of people seeingthem holding hands was so high Dean would have never done that before, butsince Felix had sort of kiss ambushed him at school a few days earlier they justdidn’t have to worry about that anymore. School was definitely different nowthat people knew, but it was well worth it to not have to hide.

Yeah, Felix was all for all the cutelittle public displays they could now engage in, but that didn’t make Dean anyless of a dork because he fucking looked at their hands and blushed. Thequestion became who was more of a dork, the dork or the guy head over heels inlove with the dork?

They made it to the front door, and Deangave a quick knock before pushing it open and walked in tugging Felix behindhim. That was the thing about the Solace family, everything was so open.Felix’s family was never like that, so it seemed strange to him, but he waspretty sure he liked it better.

They were just through the doorway whenDean’s aunt immerged from the kitchen, pulling off an apron as she went. Felixknew Ms. Solace from school even though he didn’t have her for English. She haddated his dad too, but she had rarely come around the house or anything whenshe did. He was used to her looking a certain way when he saw her at school.She looked like a normal teacher. Seeing her outside of school was a totallydifferent thing, not that she looked all that different at that moment, but herwhole aura was different.

She tossed her apron over the couch as shecame to greet them with a bright smile. “Oh Dean,” she exclaimed happily, “You’rehere on time!” She sounded so surprised by that fact as she pulled Dean intowhat looked like a brutal looking hug. After a minute, she released Dean fromher grasp and turned to Felix with the same bright smile. “Felix, I’m glad youcould make it,” she stated before giving Felix a quick hug.

Felix didn’t know they were at the huggingphase yet, but that didn’t mean he didn’t hug back. When she pulled back, shedid that southern thing where she patted his cheek affectionately. It was akind gesture and one that made Felix a little uncomfortable. Dean’s family wasjust so cool about everything. Felix could deal with John because it was John,but with Naomi it was different. She was more like a normal parent. Every timeshe was nice to him, Felix felt bad for how his parents dealt with everything.His mom was cool enough except that she went way overboard with what she calledsupport, but his dad was a complete dick.

Felix tried not to be too fucking awkwardas he tried to sound gracious. “Thanks for the invite, Ms. Solace.”

“Naomi,” she reminded with a soft smile.

She had been so nice to him since shefound out that he and Dean were dating. Well, she had been nice for the mostpart. She had overheard Felix cursing at school a month or two ago and hadgiven him the most unpleasant lecture of his life. Otherwise, she had beenalmost motherly to him. She checked in with him subtly during school to makesure things at home were okay. She never said anything, at least not to Felix,but she seemed prepared to offer Felix a place to stay if Leonard became toomuch of an ass about the fact he and Dean were dating. She kept insisting thatFelix could call her Naomi, but it felt weird. The fact that she was so niceonly made Felix feel weirder about calling her by her first name. “You onlyneed to call me Ms. Solace at school.”

“Um,” Felix hummed. He could tell that shewanted him to call her Naomi right then, but he couldn’t do it. It was just toofucking weird. “Okay.”

“Both you and Will,” Ms. Solace declaredwith a chuckle as she turned to Dean to pat his cheek affectionately, “Bringinghome boys who refuse to call me by my name.”

She really didn’t seem bothered. Actually,if anything she seemed amused by it, which was kind of sweet, Felix guessed.The fact that Dean also seemed amused was less sweet, but Felix was going tolet it go. There was no point in calling him an asshole when he was only goingto be home for a week. Also, Felix wanted to get laid at some point and wasn’tlooking to shot himself in the foot.

“Sorry?” Dean replied uncertainty.

Naomi just shook her head like it was afunny family joke or something as she stepped out of the doorway. “Come on in,both of you,” she ordered but in a friendly way. He and Dean did as they weretold and stepped into the house. Ms. Solace watched them enter and then lookedout the door like she was expecting someone else. “Where is your father?”

She was definitely talking to Deanbecause Leonard was not invited to the Solace house for Thanksgiving this year.“Um, he was a bit slow to get up this morning,” Dean explained. He was clearlypicking his words very carefully, so if Felix had to guess he would assume Johnwas hungover as fuck. Dean hadn’t mentioned it, but that was hardly an event inhis house. Dean just shrugged, “I had to pick up Felix, but I would guess heand Bobby will be along soon.”

Ms. Solace shut the front door and hummedthoughtfully for a moment. “I really shouldn’t be surprised, John has neverbeen a morning person,” she admitted finally.

Felix had to admit he wondered what it hadbeen like when Ms. Solace and John were younger because they were just sodifferent. While he had never had Ms. Solace as a teacher, he heard that shewas quite challenging but still fair. Even though she was a very unmarried womanin the south with a kid, she didn’t seem like the reckless or impulsive type.She had dated Felix’s dad for Christ’s sake, and that man was about as boringas dirt. Of course, she had also hooked up with a Greek god, so it was possiblethat she had simply had her fill of interesting and attractive men. John, onthe other hand, was what people liked to call a free spirit when they weretrying to be nice about it. The fact that he had hooked up with Apollo was notshocking in the least because that was a very John thing to do. How the twosiblings could get along, Felix didn’t know, but they were actually reallyclose. It was a fascinating contradiction, to say the least.

“Still not ideal,” Dean’s aunt admitted.

“Is there something we could help with?”Dean was quick to ask. He sounded so damned eager, which was just so Dean to anabsolute T that Felix had to smile a little. He had really been missing thingslike that with Dean away at school.

Of course, there were other things Felixhad been missing too. “Do you need us to pick anything at the store orsomething?” he questioned and was damn proud that he didn’t come acrosssounding overly excited at the prospect.

Felix remembered Thanksgiving when hisparents were together, and his mom always had to pick up something last minutefrom the store. That was pretty much just as much of a tradition as the pumpkinpie. And if he and Dean had to run out and they just happened to find a nicesecluded spot to pull over and fool around a little, well that was just a rewardfor being helpful.

“Oh that is a sweet offer,” Ms. Solacedeclared sincerely, “I’ve actually already sent the boys to the store.” She wasquiet for a moment, almost like she forgot they were there before snapping backto reality. “Would you mind watching all the food while I run out really quick?”she asked, and before they could even think to respond she added, “All you haveto do is watch and maybe stir.”

“Of course,” Dean assured with adismissive little wave of his hand, “I could definitely handle that.”

Felix didn’t miss the I in that statement,and he knew that wasn’t just Dean’s southern manners showing through. The Solacefamily was just full of amazing cooks (except for Will, apparently), but Deanknew Felix was nowhere near that skilled. He could fumble his way through boxedmacaroni and cheese or ramen noodles and that was about it. Dean had once askedhim to watch the onions that he was sautéing, and it had not ended well. Afterthat, although Dean never said it aloud, Felix had been banished to kitchentasks that did not involve actually cooking, like chopping or doing the dishes.Felix was fine with that too because he had no illusions about his lack ofskill.

“Thank you,” Dean’s aunt declared as shegrabbed her purse off a nearby table, “I should be back in no more than tenminutes.”

She ran out the door without saying muchelse, which left Dean and Felix to themselves. Finally a little privacy,Felix thought, but before he could suggest they could actually use that totheir advantage Dean was already heading to the kitchen.

Felix followed because he literally didn’tknow what else to do. Ms. Solace was very nice, and it was kind of her toinvite him along for Thanksgiving, but he still felt a little like an intruderin her house, especially when Dean wasn’t right next to him. As soon as hestepped into the kitchen, he was overtaken by all the best food smells. “Wow, itall smells so good!”

“It’s a kitchen on Thanksgiving,” Deancommented with evident amusement. He was lifting the lid off pots and peekingat their contents as he continued to speak, “If it didn’t smell good, I’d beworried.”

Felix could have reminded Dean that hismother wasn’t much of a cook beyond the basics, so Thanksgiving in the Jacksonresidence growing up wasn’t all that impressive, but he didn’t. He would muchrather focus on the present.

“Yes, but I also get the extra benefit ofwatching my boyfriend being domestic,” Felix commented as he eyed Dean standingnear the stove. He always liked watching Dean in the kitchen, and he didn’tquite know why. Maybe it was the potential in it. God(s) knew that when he andDean ended up living together, Felix wouldn’t be doing any of the cooking. “Ithink I like it more than the food.”

“Oh really?” Dean questioned in anexaggerated way that made Felix know he just loved the attention and praise. Hepicked up a spoon off the counter and started stirring the contents of one ofthe pots. As he stirred, he peeked over his shoulder and smirked back at Felixwickedly, “Well, if you go to Berkeley, you can enjoy that sight more often.”

Felix made a show of rolling his eyes likehe was annoyed even though he wasn’t even close. “Subtle,” he commented as hewalked over to lean against the counter so he could be close to Dean as heworked but not in the way.

Dean had recently developed a newsuperpower, and it was turning any conversation about where Felix would go tocollege. More specifically, Dean could turn any conversation into a fifty-pointthesis on how Felix should go to Berkeley. It was honestly impressive thenumber of legitimate reasons Dean could come up with, and how easily he managedto fit them into almost every conversation. Felix was pretty much used to it atthis point.

Dean replaced the lid of one pot beforelifting the lid of another. He peaked at the contents quickly before looking upat Felix and grinning wickedly. “Not what I was going for,” Dean declaredwithout shame.

Felix could have rolled his eyes again. Hecould have pointed out that he didn’t want to follow Dean to college like alost puppy or listen to Dean talk about how good Berkeley’s computer scienceprogram was. Dean was right too. Berkeley’s program was pretty fuckingincredible, and that opinion wasn’t just based on all the brochures that Deankept sending him.

Felix could point out just how much hisdad would freak out if Felix went to the same school as Dean. Of course, if(and when) Felix brought that point up Dean was quick to reason that Felix’smom would be the voice of reason since Berkeley was such a good school. Yeah,Felix could have brought up any or all of those things up, and he had plenty oftimes in the past. He could only have the same conversation so many times.Besides, things had changed a bit since the last time he and Dean had talkedabout it.

Felix gripped the counter with both handsand used that grip to heave himself up so the was sitting on the countertop. Hemade a show of peeking into the pot that currently had Dean’s attention. Itlooked like gravy, and it smelled absolutely fucking delicious. He dared to diphis finger into the pot just enough to get a bit of the fluid on the tip of hisfinger, examined it there for a second, and licked it off. It tasted evenbetter than it smelled, which was fucking impressive.

“Then you will be happy to hear that Isubmitted my application a few weeks ago,” Felix commented in the most casualand off-handed way he could muster as he made a show of looking back in thepot.

Felix didn’t need to look at Dean to knowhe was staring at him. He could feel his eyes on him just like he could feelhim stop mid-motion. “You’re serious?” Dean questioned with a sudden nervousenergy that wasn’t really like him.

Felix looked up to meet Dean’s gaze andwasn’t surprised by what he saw. Wild hope was written all over Dean’s face. Itwas the thing that Felix had been worried about and was probably why he hadn’tmentioned it yet. “It doesn’t mean I’ll get in or that I’ll go there if I do,”he pointed out sharply. It was a total fucking buzzkill, he knew, but it was awarning that Dean needed to hear. Dean, for his part, did seem to at least tryto reign in some of his visible excitement. “But yes, I applied,” he admittedbefore shooting Dean a fake begrudging look before asking, “Happy?”

Dean grinned ear to ear as he replied,“Extremely.”

Dean stepped away from the stove leavingthe spoon he had been stirring with to sit haphazardly in the pot of gravy toapproach Felix. His hands landed on Felix’s thighs and slowly slide upward ashe moved closer. Felix opened his legs to make room for him to come even closer,and he took every advantage. Even when Dean was standing as close as he could possiblyget - like his pelvis had to be jammed into the counter - Dean kept his handson Felix’s thighs. He did something between a rub and grip at Felix’s fleshythighs in the most seductive way as he admitted, “I feel a little likeChristmas has come early.”

Felix could have told Dean he wasridiculous, but he was just so fucking cute about it, he couldn’t help butsmile. “Good,” he declared before leaning into kiss Dean.

It was meant to be a quick thing, but Deanapparently had different plans. Instead of letting Felix pull away from thekiss, he pressed his lips against Felix more insistently turning the quick kissinto something hotter and more intense. Felix was far from complaining aboutthe attention. It was something he had been craving since the moment Dean hadgotten home. He kissed back happily and probably more eagerly than he should havebeen proud of.

As they continued to kiss, Dean’s handsbegan to wander from Felix’s thighs and toward his back. Dean’s aunt’s kitchenwas so not the fucking place, but Dean’s hands on his ass felt good, so Felixcouldn’t even fucking care. Or at least that was the case until Dean grippedhim and pulled him forward in one swift motion, so that they were pressedtogether.

Felix had absolutely no control over themoan that escaped him. Dean took that as a sign that he should start kissing atFelix’s throat in the most overwhelmingly sexy way fucking possible.

“Naughty,” Felix only barely managed topant out.

“Are you complaining?” Dean questionedwith his lips still so close to Felix’s throat that he could still feel his hotbreath against his skin sending chills down Felix’s spine.

Again, it so wasn’t the place, but thatdidn’t stop him from using his thighs to grip at Dean’s waist more tightly. “Notin the slightest,” he admitted.

Dean caught his lips, and they werekissing again. It was like the flood gates opened on the months they had barelyseen each other. They clearly lost track of all things that weren’t each otherbecause neither of them was aware that people had entered the kitchen untilWill spoke.

“Oh, come on,” Will declareddisapprovingly. Dean jumped away from Felix, and they both turned toward thedoorway to see Will, Nico, and Cecil standing there. “Not near the food,” Willstated in the same disappointed tone before walking toward refrigerator withthe grocery bags he was carrying. Apparently, he was already disinterested inwhat he had caught Felix and Dean doing.

“Gods,” Cecil laughed, “They are just asbad as you two,” he commented looking between Will and Nico with amusement.

“We are not that bad,” Will defendedoverdramatically. If he was trying to be taken seriously, he was reallyundercut by Nico looking unconvinced behind him.

Again, illustration is by @lua-bruma

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thelightofthebane · 5 years ago

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To be or not to be cursed

Summary: “You broke up with me, but in the end, you are going to come back to me. Because I’m the only one who can love you, darling.”

He wanted to throw up. Even a pure word like love sounded painful coming from Camille. He felt so dizzy, he barely noticed when she finally left him alone.

Always alone.

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alexander Lightwood

Tags: Alternate Universe, Human AU, Alternate Universe - High School, Prom, past toxic relationship, Alec doesn't give a shit about Camille, Alec is a tactician, Izzy and Jace are the best siblings, Emotionally Hurt Magnus Bane, Angst with a Happy Ending

I hope you like this and it makes you smile, @magnuslightwoodalecbane

You can also read here: ao3

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Magnus was proud of himself. The gym was so beautifully arranged, it certainly would be the most amazing prom NY Institute High has ever had. Being in the Student Council had its perks, one of them claiming beforehand the leadership of the Party Organization Committee. Alongside Maia, Lily, Clary, Simon, and Meliorn, they arranged the entire gym with all the beautiful flowers, colorful lights, pictures, masks. The playlist was carefully created and the food and drinks picked with the utmost delight.

The entire school only talked about the prom and everyone was excited. Teenagers rushed every day to invite partners with the hopes of getting the best date. This was something Magnus was pretty looking forward to. He was popular, had the good graces of most of the students and professors. Even other school’s staff members adored Magnus Bane.

However, until the prom eve, nobody asked him to be their date.

To say he was disappointed was an understatement.

Two days before, he even dared to take matters into his hands and bolded asked a boy from another class. He was rejected.

Then, he tried a girl from another year and got the same answer. Sometimes, when he turned and just looked at someone, they would run away.

He felt cursed.

“Why, darling? Having problems to get a date?” A feminine voice called and he trembled, feeling something terrible crawl under his skin. Camille.

“What do you want?” He growled, forcing himself to look at her. The same vicious lip-tint smile, predator eyes and six-inch heels that only existed to step onto someone.

She smiled dangerously and approached her ex-boyfriend, resting a well-manicured hand on his face. Magnus slapped it, backing slightly to keep a safe distance.

“Poor little thing,” her smirk only grew, unbashful, toxic. “I told you once. Nobody would ever date you. Bang you? Perhaps, you are a good sex toy. But date you? You are too much for anyone, Magnus Bane.”

Magnus clenched his jaw, using each drop of self-restraint to not show how her words still hurt him. He was almost sure he wasn’t doing a good job.

“You broke up with me, but in the end, you are going to come back to me. Because I’m the only one who can love you, darling.”

He wanted to throw up. Even a pure word like love sounded painful coming from Camille. He felt so dizzy, he barely noticed when she finally left him alone.

Always alone.

~*~

Soon, he found out the problem thanks to his best friends, Catarina and Ragnor. Camille threated the entire school – whoever tried to go to the prom with Magnus would know hell. Being one of the most popular of the school and coming from a very rich and influential family, nobody dared to go against her. There was a rumor that one freshman even went to the hospital after a mysterious food poison.

Sighing hopelessly, Magnus accepted that he would have to go alone to his last high school party.

Or not.

On the day of said party, before going home to take a bath and prepare himself, he went to the Student Council classroom to put back some props, when something caught his eyes. On the desk he usually used during meetings, there were a small jasmine flower and a card.

- Wanna be my date? Wait for me at 8PM?

A. L. -

Magnus’ hands trembled so much, the card fell. His head automatically snapped towards the main desk in the room. The desk of the tall, dark and handsome Council’s president. Alexander Lightwood.

For a long time, Magnus had a big crush on him, even attempted some flirtation, but he always thought it was unilateral. Moreover, he was sure Alec didn’t like parties, and a few days ago overheard him telling his brother Jace he wasn’t interested in the prom. Then… Why?

Maybe it was a prank? But… that calligraphy… it was Alexander’s.

He breathed deeply. Well, just one way to know.

~*~

At 8pm, his doorbell ringed. Slightly apprehensive, Magnus – who was already ready with a burgundy tuxedo, hair stylized with gold strikes and the most gorgeous combination of eyeliner and gold eye shadow – opened the front door.

For his surprise, and blissfully happiness, it was indeed Alexander. He was wearing a dark suit with a navy blue bowtie and was carrying a jasmine bouquet.

“Wow,” his jaw dropped a little bit as soon as he scanned Magnus from head to toe, and Magnus giggled, happier than before. “Er… I… You… This… You… For…” He babbled, confused, not knowing if he looked at Magnus or extended the bouquet for him.

Magnus decided to save the poor boy and took the bouquet. “Thank you, darling. They are beautiful, just like you.” He winked to Alec, not missing the shy smile with a glinting of something more in those mesmerizing hazel eyes.

“Yeah, hm. Let’s go, then?” Alec waved towards his car and Magnus nodded, feeling his heart becoming fuller by the minute.

~*~

“So, didn’t you hear about Camille’s threat or Alexander Lightwood is a man of dangerous adventures?” Magnus broke the comforting silence inside the car while Alec drove to their school.

“Eh… I heard about it, and I don’t really care about her. I have more important things to worry about than her pettiness.”

“Like what?”

“Your happiness,” Alec said without wasting any second, as if the answer was too obvious, an unbreakable truth.

Magnus Bane wasn’t one to blush, but he definitely felt his cheeks hotter than usual. His heart thumped so loud inside his chest, he almost asked Alec to turn on the radio to avoid being heard, if that was possible.

“I thought you didn’t like parties and wasn’t going to this one.”

“Yeah, I mean. My siblings would have dragged me anyway. I wanted to invite you as my date, but I figured out you would have a long queue of suitors waiting to go with you, and then I wouldn’t have the slightest chance. When I heard nobody had asked you, I thought it was some kind of lucky or someone above telling me I could have a chance after all. I took the opportunity and here we are.” Alec smiled so widely now, Magnus felt his heart would certainly break his ribs.

“Also,” he continued, unwavering. “Camille can’t hurt me. We just have a couple of months before finishing high school, and then everyone will go their separate ways. If I get lucky, I will be on the other side of the United States and she won’t get near me.”

“Oh, what university did you choose?”

~*~

When they arrived at NY Institute High, they were already immersed in a pleasuring conversation. Even if they’ve already known each other a bit thanks to the weekly Student Council meetings, they never had the chance to talk alone and to get to know the other better. They find out they shared a lot of common likings, even if their lifestyles were so different. They had a similar sense of humor and wits, and the best part: they applied to the same university.

Everything seemed perfect and both were smiling and laughing at the time they entered the gym, where the music was already playing and people were chatting and dancing.

Until a bucket with water and a lot of ice fell from above directly onto Alec. The music paused and a heavy silence filled the space.

Alec shivered from the cold and even coughed a bit. Magnus panicked, not knowing what to do first, but soon got himself together and took his handkerchief to at least dry Alec’s face.

“Well, well, well. What a pleasure. It seems we got your type, Magnus. A wet boy ready to be touched by you.” Camille teased, approaching them with a sly smile. Magnus glared at her but said nothing.

“You really are despicable,” Alec said instead, then turned to Magnus. “I’ll be back.”

And he was gone.

~*~

After the little show Camille presented, everyone resumed their own things. The music started again and the chats got louder. Magnus drank four entire glasses of fruit punch – which he was slightly sure someone had already dropped alcohol there – and sighed, upset. That was it. Alexander wasn’t going to come back and he lost him for good.

Damn Camille and her nightmarish existence.

He was really cursed.

“Hey.” A gentle voice called him, but the surprise almost made him drop his now empty glass. It was Alexander. He came back. “Sorry for taking so long. I had a problem with one of the buttons.” He frowned, wrinkling his nose. He was wearing a dark green button-up shirt and dark jeans, his hair a little bit damped. Still gorgeous. Very, very gorgeous.

“No, that’s… That’s okay.” I’m just happy you didn’t leave. Magnus thought, biting his lower lip. “But how…” He waved towards the new clothes, and Alec playfully grinned.

“Earlier, I brought this and put inside my locket. When I heard about Camille’s threat, my siblings and I sat for a whole hour discussing what she could probably do against me. Izzy suggested something with water and prompted me to leave here some spare clothes, just to be sure. That was the only suit I had, but if you’re okay having me like this, I’m okay too.”

“I’m more than okay.” Magnus grinned too, almost not believing in the existence of such a man. He prepared backup plans for Camille’s attack. What he did to deserve such a wonderful date?

“Right, c’mon then.” He offered his hand to Magnus and then guided him to the dance floor.

~*~

Camille tried some things to blow up Magnus and Alec’s night. Some of the things included hurting them physically and even trying to humiliate Alec, outing his sexuality for the entire school. Not that it was a secret, but he never went out there saying ‘Hello, I’m Alec and I’m gay.’ Only his friends knew it, and now all the school knew it. Each attempt against Alec made Magnus angrier at Camille and extremely worried that Alec would snap and think Magnus wasn’t worth all of that. After all, he was too much, right?

However, each time Alec would reassure him it was alright and he wasn’t going anywhere.

When the king and the queen of the night were announced, and to nobody’s surprise Camille being the queen, Magnus tried to pull Alec to outside so they wouldn’t have to watch that horror show. Alec, however, stopped Magnus and signaled for them to stay and watch the coronation.

As soon as the crown was put on Camille’s head, an almost imperceptible powder fell on her and she started to scratch all over her body. All the students started to laugh while she screamed and cursed everyone.

“You know… Izzy is still in the first year, but she wants to go to Med school and become a pathologist. One of her favorite hobbies is messing with some substances. Have I told you how she has a big pot of itching powder? I miiiight have entertained her the idea of using a little bit tonight.” Alec pretended to see something very interesting on the ceiling, trying not to laugh. “She even said that I am the best big brother in the world for letting her. Jace was really pissed.”

At that, Magnus laughed.

~*~

The prom wasn’t perfect as Magnus had expected with so many disastrous things happening, but somehow it was everything he needed. People had fun, so that’s that. Camille didn’t bother them for the rest of the night, but being part of the Party Organization Committee, he still had some responsibilities to supervise.

In the end, when everyone went home, the music stopped and the lights were all on, dissipating the prom’s magic, he still lingered a little bit behind to make sure there weren’t any major problems. The next day he would have to deal with the cleaning, but this was another issue and he didn’t want to think about that now. Not when his date was still there with him, checking something on his phone while waiting for Magnus.

“Everything is in order, Mr. President. We can go home now.” Magnus smiled sweetly, approaching Alec. He was gifted with another beaming smile from him, and for a moment Magnus thought his knees would finally give out.

“Actually, there is still one last thing we should do.”

“Oh? What is it?”

Alec didn’t waste time and after grabbing Magnus’ hand, pulled him towards the gym’s center.

“Would you give me the pleasure of one last dance, Mr. Bane?”

There wasn’t any music anymore, but they didn’t need one.

“Of course, Mr. President.” Magnus didn’t think twice and both engaged in a slow and sweet dance, the closest from each other as their bodies would let them.

Magnus didn’t know if it was possible to get happier. And maybe, maybe, fall a bit more in love with his tall and gorgeous date.

He also didn’t know how much time passed, but one minute their bodies were pressed, and in another, their lips were pressed.

They kissed tenderly.

Wistfully.

Hotly.

Desperately.

Magnus thought that yes, it was possible to fall more in love.

And that he wasn’t cursed after all.

#shadowhunters #alexander lightwood #magnus bane #malec #human AU #my writing #a gift for magnuslightwoodalecbane #To be or not to be cursed

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hawthornewhisperer · 6 years ago

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Bellarke + parent-trapped (canonverse and maybe angst but a sweet ending?? if it’s not too late)

This is not canonverse and there’s no angst, but I hope you will accept this toothrotting fluff anyway. Based loosely on a tumblr post I’m too lazy to find about warring teachers.

Clarke leaned her shoulder against the side of the bleachers and fought the urge to check the clock. She knew what it would say— still just barely after 10pm, meaning she was stuck in the gym for at least another hour. She had volunteered to chaperone prom mostly because she was a pushover when her students begged her to, but also because she figured there should be at least one openly queer adult there to intervene in case any of the parent chaperones got weird and judgy about a kid’s choices. But so far, it was just terrible dancing and way more teenage hormones than anyone should have to deal with on their free time.

At least half the girls on the dance floor had kicked off their shoes, and if Clarke wasn’t quite so concerned about catching athlete’s foot she’d probably join them, because her calves were killing her. Across the room Bellamy was mirroring her posture, leaning against a pillar with his stupidly big arms crossed across his stupidly big chest.

She really should be more mature about her dislike of him, but something about Mr. Blake reduced her to acting like one of their students. Things could have gone very differently between them, but he had gone and picked a fight with her during their first all-faculty inservice and Clarke had a hard time backing down from anything, least of all a well-earned grudge. He appeared to be made of the same stuff, and by now their animosity was legendary.

What had started as low-simmering hatred, surfacing as barbed comments during faculty meetings and sotto voce asides on the hallway, had recently boiled over into all out war. A weird quirk of scheduling meant Clarke’s third period art class was virtually the same roster as Bellamy’s fourth period world history. She overheard a couple of students whispering Mr. Blake told Mr. Miller that Ms. Griffin is annoying, and decided that if he was going to be so unprofessional as to say that shit in front of students, she would escalate things.

And that was how twenty-five teenagers had made their own Roman helmets and wore them to their next class under the strict condition they would refuse to acknowledge that they were wearing anything unusual. Two days later her students spent the entire class period talking in pig-latin, which was both annoying and secretly a little hilarious because she knew he had probably wanted to get them to speak actual latin but figured that was too difficult to pull off in one day.

For the past month, their classes had been in an all out prank war. Nothing was off limits— Clarke’s class turned his entire room into a life size chessboard (using washable paint, she wasn’t a monster); Bellamy’s refused to draw anything that wasn’t in Egyptian Middle Kingdom style even though they were doing an exercise on goddamn perspective. Clarke got them to pair up and switch names for an entire class period; Bellamy walked into her class and handed back his goddamn tests like he owned the place.

It was, quite frankly, entirely out of hand. The students loved it, of course, and the whole school seemed to be waiting to see what each of them would come up with next. Clarke kept waiting for Principal Kane to step in, and even though he was technically her step-dad, she was a little worried he’d side with Bellamy anyway, since they seemed to have an easy, almost-father-son vibe.

Clarke shifted her weight and lost the battle with her willpower, checking the clock for the hundredth time in an hour. Ten-fifteen; you can make it another forty-five minutes. She turned back to the dance floor and noticed Madi Black making her way over, a mischievous look on her face. Across the room Bellamy was talking to Jordan Green, brow furrowed. “Having fun, Madi?” Clarke asked, dragging her gaze away from Bellamy’s obnoxiously handsome face.

“Loads,” Madi said. “But remember when you said you owed me? That day when I helped you carry all your things in from your car?”

Clarke stood up straighter, because she did remember saying that, but it was the sort of off-hand comment you make as a thank you, not an actual contract written in blood. “I do,” she said carefully.

“Well, I’m here to cash in,” Madi said, her grin almost dangerous. “I have a favor to ask.”

“Which is?”

“Dance with Mr. Blake.”

“Wh— what?” Clarke spluttered. On the other side of the gym, Bellamy seemed to be having the same disagreement with Jordan. He was shaking his head, but Jordan looked determined. “I don’t think that’s—”

“It’s just a dance, Ms. Griffin,” Madi wheedled. “For me? Come on, you promised.”

Clarke glared at her because she’d done nothing of the sort, but she knew she’d lost. She was, as previously established, a complete pushover for her students. She nervously straightened her bracelet as she walked towards Bellamy, and noticed he seemed to be fidgeting with his tie. Students parted before them and they met awkwardly in the middle. Bellamy held out his hand and she took it, a fleeting smile on both their faces. As if on cue, the DJ switched from the pulsing beat of hip hop to something much slower.

“It seems we have an audience,” Bellamy said, clearing his throat. He didn’t seem able to meet her gaze, which was fine with Clarke because she was having trouble hiding the blush crawling up her neck. She really should have found a dress with a high collar or something, because this was...not ideal.

The entire junior and senior classes had stopped dancing to watch them, chaperones included. “It seems we do,” she murmured. She kept her gaze fixed just over his shoulder. “How’d they get you?”

“Jordan handed in an extra credit project and said he’d rather have me do one activity of his choice at prom, within reason, instead of the points. I thought he was going to make me do a Fortnite dance, quite frankly, and I wish I hadn’t spent so much damn time trying to learn one. You?”

“Madi helped me carry my stuff in one day and I said I owed her. Which in retrospect is feeling sort of like a set up.”

Bellamy huffed out a laugh. He flexed his hand on her lower back and Clarke steadfastly ignored the pleasant shiver that ran up her spine. “I think it’s safe to say this was planned. Possibly for months.”

“It’s tough to say who’s more to blame for teaching them that; my strategic brilliance or your knack for subterfuge,” Clarke said, biting back an inexplicable grin.

Bellamy laughed again and her stomach did a little flip flop. “I think we can both take credit for this. Or maybe blame. How long did it take you to make those life size chess pieces, by the way?”

“Way too long,” she admitted. “Did you really spend an entire class period teaching them pig latin?”

“Two, actually. The first was my attempt to teach them rudimentary latin, which went about as well as can be expected.”

She couldn’t stop the smile on her face now, and there were excited gasps from the crowd. Even Kane was beaming. “Truce?” she offered.

“That depends. Did you or did you not tell them which car was mine so they could toilet paper it?”

Clarke winced, but they were both laughing now. “I plead the fifth. And it wasn’t toilet paper, it was washable paint.”

“I suppose this is where I admit there might be some toilet paper on your car, then,” he said, and oh no that smile no no no I’m screwed, she thought. An entire year of fighting a stupid crush, destroyed in under three minutes.

“Okay, fair enough. If—” she broke off, keenly aware that they were literally dancing in a spotlight.

“If?” he prompted.

Oh what the hell. “If you buy me pancakes after the dance is over.”

“Only if you pay for the car wash.” The song ended. Their students burst into a wild round of applause and wolf-whistles, and Clarke decided to throw caution to the wind.

The resulting noise when she kissed his cheek almost blew the roof off the gym.

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #writingwanderlust

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langdonswhxre · 6 years ago

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Senior Prom

A/N: So I’m not really sure if this is any good or not, but I thought that this idea was really cute and that the timing for this is somewhat appropriate. But I do hope you enjoy this, so please leave suggestions:) Also I didn’t really proofread this so hopefully it’s not too bad lol

Warnings: Slight mentions of drug use. Mentions of smut? Some cussing as well.

Word Count: 2.2k

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“And there goes promposal number 6 in a span of 3 days” your friend Leah says irritatedly. “Oh you’re just pissed off because you haven’t been asked yet.” you tease. It had finally been that time of year again, where everyone was focused on which two people were finally going to go to prom together. You weren’t a fan of those dances, but at the same time you didn’t mind being asked either.

“You know, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to be asked out. It’s just that these whole ‘in front of the entire school’ thing is just too much. Why not be asked out in a simple way? Like at dinner or after watching a movie and just ask in just a nice simple way, like ‘hey let’s go to prom together’.” Leah did have a point. You two had been friends for years and you two agreed on everything.

“Good point.” you shrugged grabbing your english textbook out of your locker. “Are you even planning on going to prom this year, missy?” In all honesty, you hadn’t even thought about it. You were more focused on your studies, with the occasional party here and there.

You hummed out that “I don’t know” hum. “If anyone asks me I might consider it, but it’s not at the very top of my list.” Leah begins to chuckle to herself, and you finally close your locker and look at her. “What?” you look at her with confusion. “Oh nothing” she begins. “It’s just funny to me, that’s all.”

“Okay? What’s so funny” you grow a bit impatient with the fact that she’s not straightforward with you as usual. “The fact that if James were to ask you, you’d quickly drop everything just to say yes and go buy a pretty blue dress to match his pretty blue eyes.”

You looked at her with shock in your eyes. “Jimmy? Like Jim- Jim Mason? That Jim?” she smiled a bright smile “Mhmm, I know you have a crush on him. You both practically strip each other with your eyes. It’s not hard to tell.

”You’d met Jim your sophomore year of high school. He and his twin sister were new in town and everyone wanted to meet the beautiful brown haired boy with blue eyes. He grew instantly popular. Medina, not so much. She’d been very reclusive and never really talked to anyone due to everyone being so strung up on Jim. You’d been lucky to know him because he sat next to you in biology.

Lucky.

Could you even call it that?

You’d try to help him out as much as possible when he got super high on god knows what. His occasional episodes or outburst almost giving him away. Eventually, you almost did get somewhere with him and he almost stopped altogether. Yeah you did grow some attachment to him, but you’d never admit that.

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JIM’S POV:

Prom, prom, prom. How do I ask her to prom? What if she rejects me? What if she already as a date? What are the guys going to think? They’re gonna think I’m going soft. I can’t do that. Maybe I shouldn’t even ask. Maybe I’m in way over my head. She has no feelings for you, but you, god damn it you do.

“Jim are you okay?” Medina comes into his room looking over at Jim’s panicked face. “I want to ask someone to prom but I’m so nervous. I- I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done this before” Medina smiles at his nervousness. “Let me guess. Y/N?”

Jim turns his head to Medina quickly and squints his eyes. “How did you know?” She smiles at him and slowly walks out his room. “Call it...twin telepathy.”

If anyone could ever make Jim feel better, it was always Medina. They had that special twin bond. That bond everyone longs for.

“You didn’t answer my question!!” he shouted. She quickly popped her head back into his room “I overheard her and her friend talking today. Take her to dinner and ask her plain and simple.” she then walks out.

Plain and simple? What the hell is that even supposed to mean?

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*Ring ring ring*

6:00am.

It was just your usual early morning, getting ready for school routine.

Get up, shower, change, eat, brush teeth.

Done.

[Incoming Text]

Jimmy: Hey. Good morning:)

Y/N: Good morning<3

Jimmy: I have something to ask you later so when you get to school meet me in the library, please?

Y/N: Oh yeah. For sure:)

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You finally got to school and made your way to the library. That’s when you saw him and his beautiful brown haired, blue eyed self. God he's beautiful.

You came up from behind him and gave him a hug. “Hi Jimmy” you seen his smile come onto his face as he turned and wrapped his arms around you. “Hi Y/N” you always did love how he said your name.

“What's up? Why'd you call me over?” he began to blush a little. He didn't even know where to begin. “I-I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. O-or tomorrow or. I mean. Whatever-” you looked down to your feet and slightly laughed and interrupted him. “Tonight's fine.”

He smiled at you. God that smile. “Good. Um, pick you up at seven?” he seemed almost jittery. You could tell he was excited. “Yeah, works for me.” you bit your lip. And you went about the rest of your day.

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What do I wear? How do I do my hair? Straighten it? Curl it? What does he like? Sexy or just cute? Cute. Definitely cute. Not trying to overdo it. But what if that's what he wants? Ohhh my god. Why can't I seem to figure this out? Maybe I should just cancel. Yeah. Yeah that works. Oh no. He seemed so happy for tonight. And so am I. Ugh.

Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts. You didn't know what to even do with yourself. The nausea settled in and you felt dizzy. You had a tendency of getting nervous. You considered getting help for it but then decided against it. Not like you really did need it anyway.

I GOT IT.

You finally managed to get the cutest outfit together for your dinner with Jim. You went with something simple. A white off the shoulder long sleeve top with blue denim jeans and a nice pair of nude high heels. You decided against just flat ironing your hair and curled it. You did just a basic neutral makeup trying to avoid drawing too much attention to yourself.

Okay this is simple. It's cute and not too flashy. It works. Right?

[Incoming text]

Jimmy: Hey, I'm outside. I didn't know if you wanted me coming in or anything

Y/N: No, come in don’t even worry about it:)

Jimmy: Okay:)

Not too long after you heard a knock on the door and quickly made your way downstairs and opened the door. He smiled and then it quickly faded and he looked at you in awe.

Oh god do I look that bad?

You cleared your throat in hope that he'd stop looking at you. “I'm sorry it's just-um. It's just that you look amazing” he stuttered a bit biting his lip. He wanted nothing more in that moment just to rip your clothes off right there and then but he held it together and he looked oh so divine. But I mean, didn't he always? “O-oh. Thank you” you said with a smile. “Shall we go?” “We shall” send with that, you left for your date.

When you two arrived to the restaurant he was a complete gentleman. He opened your door for you and helped you out, he helped you into your seat, and even gave you a little kiss on the cheek. For “good luck” he said and that made your heart melt.

You guys ordered dinner and ate.You guys talked about random things during your dinner. Ranging from how life sucks and learned more about his chaotic life story. It was sad. Then it lead into interesting conspiracies that couldn't be true, but you believed them anyway because, well, evidence did seem factual. As he paid the bill, you couldn't help but smile. The lighting in his eyes making them look bluer than usual. Phil Mason said the signature. You didn't blame him and his chaotic and disappointing life. I mean, how could you?

Soon after you both began to head off, yet you guys didn't want to start heading home. He took you to a park, not too far from the restaurant you guys had been eating at. He sat down on a bench and you sat next to him. “I don't want tonight to end” he sighed out as he rested his head on your shoulder. You couldn't really blame him. You wouldn't want to go home to that same life. You rested your head on his head and smiled. “Yeah I don't want tonight to end either”

Soon, for some odd reason, a wave of insecurity hit and you almost wondered why you were here. “Hey Jim” you say as you bring your head back up. He stayed on your shoulder and just hummed out “hmm.” You could tell he was tired. “Why did you ask me out to dinner tonight?” his head soon shooting up. “What do you mean why? Y/N, I like you” you smiled to yourself “I like you too Jim” you say eyes looking at his lips and trialing back to his eyes.

He notices but quickly looks down at his palms. “I had um also wanted to uh ask you something” he stuttered out a bit. He was nervous. The fact that he was nervous had you a bit scared in that very moment as well. “W-what did you want to ask?” you were a bit scared at nothing, but there could be a million things that could come out of his mouth.“

I um-”

That goddamn stuttering.

“Y/N, would you-”

“I was-”

You were anxious at this point

“JIM SPIT IT OUT!”

He chuckled underneath his breath. “Would you like to go to prom with me. A-As friends. Or I mean, as whatever you want. I mean that's even if you want to go-” you grabbed ahold of his face and kissed him. Although he was shocked at your at your sudden reaction, he kissed you back. You then pulled away. “Shut up.” you smiled out. He looked at you with bright blue eyes. “Something tells me that we aren't going as friends” you laugh a little. “Oh definitely not.”

He pulled you in for one more kiss and never had either of you been more happier.

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“HONEY. JAMES IS HERE” your mom shouted as you came down the stairs. “Ew don't call him James, just call him Jimmy” you laugh a bit. You look at your boyfriend in his blue dress shirt that complimented his eyes completely. “You look-” you were at a loss for words “Wow” he smiled at you.

“Darling I do believe that that's my line, not yours” he said biting his lip while looking at you in your blue two piece dress. Blue. To match his ocean blue eyes, just like Leah said. You smile and look down at your feet. “Well thank you, baby” He came over and pecked you on the lips.

“Oh well aren't you two just adorable?” your mom smiles proudly. “Oh quick let me take a photo of you two please” she pushes you two in together. “Oh geez you don’t need a photo, mom” you try to pull Jim away but he grabs onto you. “No let her take a photo. I want to hold onto this memory forever.” You both smile as your mom takes her photo. He wanted a bunch of little cheesy one’s too. A photo of him kissing you, kissing your cheek, holding you bridal style, and just a little regular one to the two of you hugging and smiling.

You were so happy with him and he was so happy with you. These would be the times you would remember forever. When you and Jim arrived to prom, you two had all eyes on you. Though to be fair, who wouldn't look at Jim? “They're all looking at you” you whisper to Jim. “No, baby. They're all looking at you” he looks down at you. You start to feel flustered and then a slow song begins to play.

“Jimmy can we dance, please?” you look up him with a bright smile. He looks at you and can't help but give in to your smile. “Of course we can” he says as he takes your hand.” You two make your way out onto the dance floor. He slowly begins to glide you around with a big smile on his face. You can't help but notice the way his eyes gleam in the flashing lights. It made your knees weak and made you smile.

“What?” he says. “Mmm nothing” you hum out. He leans down a bit and gives you a deep and passionate kiss. “You're such a little weirdo” he chuckles to himself. “But I’m your little weirdo” you smile proudly. “And that you are, princess.”

@xtheinevitableprophecyx @missantichrist @sojournmichael @yourkingcodyfern @queencocoakimmie

#jim mason x reader #jim mason one shot #the tribes of palos verdes #Jim mason

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dearlinong · 6 years ago

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‘pretend’ ; bi wenjun

[is this where we request?? hEk idk,, but hi author i love your works and they make me uwu and my heart flutters everytime i read them!! but can i ask for a bi wenjun au?? where he is like your older brother’s bestfriend and he treats you like a sister, but you have feelings for him and he does but he doesnt wanna tell you. thank you !!]

(a/n: i’m currently dying bc of the gif help me pls HI GUYS! how have you all been? so when i first saw this request i was like BITVH YES bc we are lacking wenjun scenarios and i am very happy that i can contribute to the growth of the wenjun scenarios. anyway thank you anon for the kind words i love ü <3. i hope you guys like it!!)

genre: fluffz

requested: YEESS isecretlywantyalltorequestmorewenjunscenarios

the bi’s and the ding’s have been family friends for as long as you can remember

i laughed for a good 1 min bc of this lol i just sounds so weird saying ’bi’s and ding’s’

anYWAYS back 2 d story

as i mentioned, your families have been friends since like the jin dynasty or whatever, which means you really have strong bonds with them

one bond in particular was with your brother zeren and his best friend wenjun

the two are inseparable!

they’re basically brothers now

which technically makes you wenjun’s ‘sister’ too

if you take a look at your life you can say that wenjun has saved your ass A LOT of times

like that one time when you went to a party where this one dude tried hitting on you but then wenjun appeared and said that he was your boyfriend and he basically saved the day (or night)

that was the moment when you realized that you just don’t want him to be your pretend boyfriend, but your actual real life boyfriend, but you were also so afraid that if he knew it would be awkward for the both of you

so you just kept this little secret to yourself

“you owe me one” then he gave you his heart warming smile

you didn’t really know when that ‘you owe me one’ time will come because he literally has a solution to every problem he encounters

until one day when he knocked on your house door, you were pretty shocked to see him wearing a suit and ngl he looked freaking hot with it

“i need your help” he said while looking worried and shit

“wenjun what’s going on?”

“i’ll tell you later, but right now you have to get your prom gown, decent shoes and your make-up, don’t worry i already told auntie and zeren that you’ll be with me for the whole day, and can you please be down in two minutes.”

so you rushed upstairs and got everything that he asked you to bring then went back down and got in the car

“now can you tell me what’s going on”

“you remember my cousin meili right? well it’s her wedding today and her crazy friends are there, and they’re probably gonna flirt with me AGAIN so can you be like my pretend girlfriend for the whole day, so that they can just shut up once and for all”

“oh okay, i can do that” you said while smiling

when you finally arrived he waited for you outside the bathroom so that you could get dressed and ready for the wedding

good thing you brought your ‘good make-up pouch’ or else your make-up would’ve been a disaster

you two now went inside the venue and talked to some of the people you know there

you and wenjun were about to take your seats when suddenly five (5) girls appeared in front of you two

“oh my god wenjun i didn’t know you were invited to the wedding” said one of them

“i’m her cousin, why wouldn’t she invite me?”

AFNAFIJFJNG

WENJUN SNAPPED

“haHAhHAHahAh you’RE s0 fuNNy wenJUN *pls marry me*”

“this is a verbal conversation”

“weLL GTG BYE”

after they went away you can’t help but burst into laughter

they’re just THAT crazy over wenjun

who clearly isn’t interested in them

plus they didn’t even acknowledge you existence, which really means that they were all head over heals for wenjun

fast forward to the reception

you went and sat down with wenjun along with mr & mrs bi and his grandparents

while waiting for the newlyweds everyone was chatting with one another

wenjun was talking to one of his cousins while you were playing with his nieces and nephews

after a few minutes you saw that the five girls were going near wenjun again but you couldn’t leave the children behind so you just let him be first

you were so far away from them that you couldn’t really hear what they were talking about

but what you did hear was this

“oh btw i wanna introduce you guys to someone”

then he went to you, told the kids to go back to their parents and then asked you to come with him

“guys i want you to meet y/n, she’s my girlfriend. y/n they’re meili’s friends”

“it’s so nice to meet you all” you said while doing a fake smile

“g-girlfriend?” one of them said

“ohh, uhhh, you’re so luck to have him as a boyfriend” one said with dismay

“well, i think we better get going, see you later”

you couldn’t explain how happy wenjun was right now

“HUAHDNFFDJF THEY’RE FINAFUCKINGLY GONE” he said screaming while rocking your whole body

you couldn’t help but laugh because of his cute actions

fast forward again to when the reception is about to end

you were already getting ready to go home and write everything that happened today on your journal buT OHO THE DAY AIN’T OVER YET

you overheard meili and her friends’ conversation about wenjun and you

“bitch you didn’t even tell us that wenjun already has a girlfriend”

“what girlfriend? ohh you mean y/n? she’s not his girlfriend, she’s just a family friend of ours”

YOU SAW THE GIRLS’ FACES LIGHT UP AND SHIT

so they hurried and walked toward your table but what you didn’t know is that wenjun also heard the conversation

he had an idea on how to get the girls to go away again

but he has to get every last ounce of his dignity to do this

he quickly pecked your lips, held your hand and dragged you out of the venue and into the garden

BOI LEMME TELL YOU

YOU WERE RED AS HELL

you two sat on the bench overlooking the beautiful sunset which is really romantic

you can say that the air was thick with awkwardness

he then broke the ice when he started apologizing to you

“i’m sorry for doing that to you, i j-just got carried away” he said while rubbing the back of his neck

“carried away?” you said in confusion

“don’t you get it, i like you, i have already for quite some time now. i thought it was pretty obvious, but i get it now, it’s pretty obvious that you don’t like me back, excuse me” he then stood up and walked away

‘he didn’t even listen to my side’ you thought to yourself

so you ran to him, tapped him on the shoulder and grabbed his face so that you can kiss him again

the kiss was full of love

you can feel all the years from hiding your own feelings from him pour out into one big kiss

he then pulls away and gives you a little kiss on the cheek

“so am i still your pretend girlfriend because the day hasn’t ended yet” you jokingly said which earned you another peck on the lips

“hey lovebirds come here” one of wenjun’s cousin yelled

he then showed you a picture he took while you were kissing in front of the sunset

“OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A MASTERPIECE” you said while smacking wenjun’s poor arm

“i’m making this my twitter header” he said while smiling at you

well

you didn’t expect that this will all happen today

to not just be called his pretend girlfriend, but his real actual girlfriend

#bi wenjun #wenjun #bi wenjun scenarios #bi wenjun bullet point #bi wenjun imagines #idol producer #idol producer scenarios #idol #idol producer imagines

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leiko-skyline · 7 years ago

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A Prom in Paris: Chapter 6 (Priorities)

(Click here for Chapter 1)

"I'm telling you, you gotta show me the design. You're only supposed to hide your dress from your prom date."

"My dress is right here," said Marinette, lifting her shopping bag.

Alya glanced at the bag of glitter and pink fabric and sighed. "That's not what I meant."

Marinette giggled. The akuma rate had dropped off a little – which of course meant it was getting too late for promposals, aka it was getting too late for her promposal… But it was nice, having a sort-of-break. She had time to plan and make her dress now.

As they passed a confectionary, Marinette caught a glimpse of someone they knew inside the shop. "Alya, it's Alix."

Alix Kubdel was wandering around the confectionary, looking glum. The cashier was keeping an eye on her, evidently suspicious of the teenager wandering aimlessly around the shop.

"Alix, hi," said Marinette, entering the store.

Alix looked up from the shelf. "Hey," she said, smiling briefly.

"How's it going?"

"It's good. I'm just… I'm trying to figure out how to ask a guy to prom."

"Nice! Way to bend expectations," said Alya, patting her shoulder.

Alix smiled halfheartedly. "Yeah."

"Is something wrong?" Marinette wondered.

Alix shrugged. "I dunno. This whole promposal thing… It all feels too forced. I don't want to put that kind of pressure on him."

"Hm…" Marinette glanced around the confectionary. "What if… What if you let him know it's okay if he says no?"

"Oh. Like if I just say, 'Hey, you can totally say no and I won't be…' well, I would be bummed. But he can say no." Alix considered this. "Worth a shot."

"Good luck," said Marinette as she and Alya exited the shop.

"Thanks."

Alix turned back to the shelves and picked up a teddy bear attached to a box of chocolates. "Worth a shot," she murmured.

There was an akuma that night, but it wasn't related to prom. When all was said and done – town restored, akuma released, civilian attended to – there was a sense of revitalization between them. It was an easy akuma to defeat. Chat Noir hadn't used even cataclysm. A cool night breeze stirred their hair.

"Bien joué," they said.

"That was almost nice," Ladybug said, stretching. "I feel refreshed."

"Mm…" Chat Noir said in agreement.

"What? No pun?" Ladybug joked.

Her earring beeped. He looked up at her, a flurry of unreadable emotions running across his face.

"Can we go on a walk?" he asked her. "Just until you have to go."

They strolled along the River Seine, just appreciating the air off the water.

What's up with him? Ladybug wondered. She couldn't read his face still, which was fluctuating between expressions just slowly enough for her to see (but not determine) each one before it went away.

Her earring beeped. Two spots remaining.

You can do it, he thought. You're Chat Noir, the brave, real side of Adrien Agreste, and you can do it.

His heart was pounding at an unreasonable tempo. He kept shifting from determination to anxiety to ah-man-I-love-her to ah-man-why-is-this-so-difficult.

Did her earring just beep? That was fast… Does it usually change that fast? Am I just taking too long? I mean obviously I'm taking too long but I don't remember it changing that fast in the past. Hahaha that rhymes, fast in the… focus, darn it. You need to focus.

Her earring beeped, leaving one spot. Chat Noir felt his stomach twist in despair. He stopped walking.

"Chat Noir? Are you all right?"

No, I'm not, but…

He breathed shakily. He took her by the hands and looked into her beautiful bluebell eyes.

"Ladybug," he said, "I've been meaning to say this for a while. Will you…"

Say it say it say it come on say it you can do it

"Would you do me the honor of going to la bal with me?"

Silence. They stared into each other's eyes, each trying to read the other through their mask.

"Oh, Chaton," Ladybug sighed.

His heart sank. He let go of her hands quickly. "It's okay, I knew you might, don't think anything of it–"

"No, I…" She gestured aimlessly. "I'm sorry. I really am. But you know we can't reveal our identities to each other."

"Oh." It was a technicalities issue. "Maybe if we went as our superhero forms… Well, no, my friends would notice if I didn't go."

"Mine too. And we'd get too much attention."

"Yeah."

They stood there by the Seine, everything making too much sense. Chat Noir took a deep breath. "You should probably get going," he said. "Before you detransform."

"Yeah." She pulled him into a hug, taking him by surprise. "Thanks for understanding."

"Mais oui," he said softly.

Ladybug let go of him – a little too soon, and they both felt it – and swung away. Chat Noir didn't mind that it was cut off; she had to hurry to get home.

He took a deep breath. "So, that happened."

Adrien walked into class a little slower than usual the next day. Marinette hoped he was all right.

She wasn't feeling great either, after turning down Chat Noir – it was too easy, the technicalities answering for her. Maybe he'd have been her second choice, all technicalities removed. But even that was hard to say, because the technicalities were so thoroughly ingrained in who they were.

"Ready for today?" Alya asked her.

"Ready for– ah, yeah," she said.

It was promposal day.

"You all right, man?" Nino whispered to Adrien.

Adrien dropped his bag on the floor and slid into his seat. "I asked her to the prom yesterday," he whispered.

"Aw, man," Nino said, already knowing her answer.

"It's all right," Adrien said. "It's like you said. It was all because of complications."

"Hm… well, I guess in the long run, you got a chance with her then," Nino said.

Adrien smiled a little. "Maybe. Hey, thanks for not asking who it is."

"Course man. I mean, I wouldn't mind knowing, but if you wanted to tell me, you'd tell me. I got you."

They fist-bumped.

Lila lounged against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. A passerby might have assumed she was asleep – leaning against the wall, eyes closed, legs stretched out on the grass. Not so. She was just listening.

"Backup plan?"

"Yeah, like someone else."

"Uh…"

"Let me put it this way. Is there anyone else you would ask?"

"Well… not really."

"Okay. Now let's say someone asked you. Would you say yes?"

"Depends, but… Are we expected to kiss?"

"Wh– nah, man. Where'd you get that idea? You usually just do a slowdance with them. You don't even have to hang out with them much, depending on how close you are."

"Oh, okay. I'd be down for that."

"Awesome."

"My ride's here. See you after lunch."

"See you, man."

Footsteps faded away as the two went home. Beneath the wall at the bottom of the stairs, Lila smiled.

"Lunch break, they said," Marinette grumbled, running upstairs. "Break time. Relaxation. Enough time to eat lunch and ask someone to prom, even if an akuma appears."

"No one ever said that," Tikki pointed out.

"Well, we're going to find out if it's true. Tikki, transforme moi!"

"Hi, Chloé. How's it going?"

Chloé looked at Lila disdainfully. "What do you want?"

Lila sat next to her and Sabrina on the bench. "I hear you're interested in taking Adrien Agreste to prom."

"That's none of your business."

"Well, anyways." Lila leaned in and put a hand on Chloé's shoulder. The latter stiffened but didn't pull back. "I overheard him talking to Nino. Turns out, he already asked someone to prom."

"That's ridiculous. He'd have asked me first."

Lila put her hands in the air. "I'm just saying what I heard. He also said he's definitely not asking anyone else."

"You're making this up," Chloé snapped.

"He did seem kinda down this morning," Sabrina contributed. "Maybe he got rejected."

"No one asked you," Chloe muttered. Sabrina shrank.

Lila's eyes were filled with sympathy. "I know it's a lot to take in. But… well, maybe you should think about finding another prom date."

"Moi, settle for less?"

"It won't be hard for you. You've probably got guys all lined up to ask you. Just take your pick." Lila shrugged. "Unless you want to ask Adrien to prom."

"Ask him myself? I'm not that desperate."

"Your call," said Lila, standing up. "Hope that helped," she said, waving as she walked off.

Kim and Max were on their way to their seats when Chloé sighed loudly. "Kim, very well," she said.

"What?" Kim said.

"I suppose I'll go with you to the prom."

Kim's face lit up like a firecracker. "You mean it?"

"Don't make me change my mind," she snapped. "Also, my dress is going to be a very specific shade of blue…"

Max watched Kim's eyes shine brighter and brighter, and felt his heart sink lower and lower. Now who was he going to spend prom with?

"I'll be right back," he mumbled, running out.

Did Kim even hear him? Did he even care anymore, now that he had a prom date and could afford to forget about his best friend?

The poor souls left behind. When their friends partner off, where are they supposed to go? What is left for them? Can their night be what they hoped? Fly away, my evil akuma, and darken his heart.

Max found a bench in the courtyard. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

He just needed to think. He'd lined up their priorities, but he hadn't expected Kim's first to come true. What were his options?

1) Leave Kim with Chloé, letting him be happy 2) …thirdwheel? That wasn't really an option 3) …uhhh… find un garçon to go with? This close to prom? 4) …was there even a fourth option? Was there really even a second or third? 5) ...?

"Max?"

Max opened his eyes.

"Hey." Alix put down her bag and sat next to him. "How are you?"

"I'm doing all right," Max lied.

"Cool." Alix took a deep breath. It was just Max. Just a friend. No reason to be so nervous. "So, um…"

What she was supposed to say: "Hey, I'm like, not a fan of promposals because they seem like way too much pressure to say yes, but I'd also like to ask you to prom. If you want to answer no, please just answer no, because I'd rather get rejected than make you miserable. Max, would you go to prom with me?"

What was running through her head: "Okay what the hell I had this all worked out what was I going to say?"

What she said: "What I'm about to say… if you don't want to go with me… that's okay. Um… I don't want you to be like… obligated to say yes. But um…"

Alix pulled the teddy bear and the chocolates out of her backpack. She couldn't read Max's face. "Will you go to prom with me?"

He paused for a long time. In that pause, Alix learned that regardless of the style and the disclaimers – even if she'd said everything exactly right, even if she'd gone all out with fireworks, even if she'd asked without the bear – you cannot remove the pressure from a prom ask.

"Yeah, sure. Yes," said Max.

They hugged. Alix was rolling with it and trying to squash the regret with the thought that hey, she was going to prom with him.

She didn't fully know what she'd done.

Hmmm… Could it be? It has not been done before, but… Do I see a villain twice as evil in my future?

Fly away, my little akuma. We shall soon find out.

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (You are here!) (Chapter 7)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ladynoir #adriennette #alix kubdel #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #prom au #kim le chien #max kante #lila rossi #chloe bourgeois

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jenniferstolzer · 7 years ago

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Buffy S01: Eps 11-12

11 Out of Sight Out of Mind

If you know what that gif is from you get a cookie.

Cordelia brings up a point about how this school doesn’t take the safety of its student body seriously. I ask again why Cordelia has any friends. This is looking like a Cordelia episode...

What the hell is this locker room? It’s cavernous. Why are the lockers so short?

“It’s not her arm I’m looking to be on.” - Mitch. Is that implied to be a rape intent or is that gonna be consensual? And then he’s immediately bludgeoned with a floating baseball bat.

President Skinner is gonna be high up on my fave characters list. “I don’t think Mitch needs his comb right now, I think he needs medical attention.”Also Skinner has been given a paranoia about whether or not people are going to sue the school. I think we’re passed this, Princ, the chemistry teacher got his head eaten earlier this semester.

Xander continues to be a pig.

Why on earth is Cordelia working on her prom dress at school? I thought she was getting it custom made.

Giles meets Angel. Angel shows up to mope at him about how lonely he is without Buffy. Giles 100% won’t forget he’s a vampire b/c he’s super on edge, but he’s also having this entire conversation with his back to Angel which is very unwise. I think this scene is going to be definitive of how his character is handled going forward.

Oh then Angel shows half an interest in his research and now they’re going to be best friends. Glad to know the boyfriend got Dad’s approval.

Cordelia actually did a good job campaigning? I wonder if she’s going to be a transformative character? Grow past this really vapid stereotype. Also I think Invisible Girl has a crush on her... but we’re in season 1 so I doubt it’s gonna be stated outright.

Does invisible girl live in the walls? Did they lock her in the disappointments room for not playing flute well enough?

Shit I was right.

Now we’ve escalated to murder! Strangling a teacher with a plastic bag.

lol “Have a Nice Summer” truth.

“I know you share the deep feeling we have for each other.” Cordelia

Willow “Nausea?”

Lol “I was kind of hoping you were in a gang.”

Cordelia tries to get us to empathize with her b/c she’s alone in a crowd, which sure, okay, I’ve been there before... but being alone in a crowd is one thing and being a complete bitch to everyone is another. Having friends is the solution to being lonely and pushing everyone away is not. Like, you’ve got a crack in your facade now, that’s great... we can work on that, but you’re going to have to work hard to meet us in the middle, beginning with learning other poeple have feelings.

Holy crap Giles and the scooby gang get gassed in a closet then Buffy is drugged. Marcie has been studying up on homicidal strategies. Watching a lot of murder movies. At least she was kind enough to numb Cordelia’s face before cutting her up...

Angel to the rescue! “It’s not like I need the oxygen.” lol I love it :)

Cordelia calling Buffy’s name, she actually sounds concerned for her? Probably gonna be spun that she was concerned for her not being able to rescue her, but I want her to be transformed. I want Cordelia to have an arc.

The FBI shows up randomly. They’re like “She’ll be a useful member of society” and both me and Buffy suspect she’s going to be turned into some kind of secret government weapon.

Oh yeah, Cordelia is going to change. There’s a reason why her last name is Chance.

omg I called it. It’s an ivisible assassin class. Just be glad you’re not being added to the dollhouse, Marcie.

12 Prophecy Girl

@bewareoftrees told me this one made her cry so, we’ll see what happens.

ps I’m looking forward to when these disks start getting a “play all” button.

omg

omg is this an ep about Giles loving Buffy?

is this an ep about Giles knowing Buffy is in trouble and worrying about her the whole ep?

Is this my favorite ep?????

Willow is such a giving person. she loves Xander enough to enable his crush on Buffy.

Hooray Buffy is responding to Xander as a human being. She’s like “I don’t feel that way about you” and he’s like “You have to be undead to make time wih you huh?” and she’s like “That’s harsh” and he’s like “victim card” and she’s like “Sorry.” Good job, Buffy.

Giles on the phone -- “Hi this is Giles... Rupert Giles.” There’s more than one Giles in the network.

Hey Ms Calendar is back to comfort her boyfriend. Also did she just say Cortana mailed her info about the apocalypse? I choose to believe she did.

Why do we assume that b/c Willow knows computers, she’s knows how to set up sound equipment? I guess she does so what am I griping about?

Xander is all sour grapes about Buffy and is still comparing himself to Angel. He then asks Willow to go as backup chick and she’s ALSO A HUMAN BEING AND SAYS NO BC SHES SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW HER CRUSH ISNT WORTH THE PAIN. Good job, Willow. You’re tops.

Uhoh, she overheard the prophecy. SMG did a good job in this scene. Wish one of the men in her life had said something to make her feel better.

Then we cut to Xander being a mopey mope and get out of here, Xander.

Willow has another human response to what’s happening around her. I do love smart character writing. I want Buffy to give her a hug so bad! You both need it!

Giles was going to take responsibility and fight the Master, but we know how that’s gonna turn out. He’s been damseled more often than anyone else. Buffy then punches him unconscious which is the OTHER way he’s spent 12 episodes. Still, props for the effort, Giles.

Damien: “Help me.”

Buffy: “Don’t waste everyone’s time. Just take me”

Xander just said “Locutus of the borg.” Do you even watch TNG, Xander? Love is gonna get him frakkin murdered.

“You’re in love with her.” “Aren’t you?” “Isn’t everyone?”

I’m sad the Master didn’t have more screentime. Then we cut to random Xander comedy. Stop that.

Oh no! Buffy bit. Buffy dead! CPR - Angel “You have to do it, I have no breath”

Cordelia drives through the goddamn building! Epic!

Ew tentacles from the ground.

The hellmouth is a creatureeaaaaaaaAAAHHH HAHAHAHA! THATS HILARIOUS

“What can I say? I flunked the written.” - clever line “You have a hawaiian punch mouth” - not a clever line. Guess you can’t win them all.

If it turns out that needing CPR is good enough to count as dying I’ma roll my eyes so hard...

Giles loves his slayer ;_; and then we get the whole crew off to the prom.

(Is my first fanfic gonna be Giles and Ms Calendar dancing at the Bronze? It might be. It just might be.”

Season 1 over! It was a good season. I can see where it’s had some growing pains but that just means it’s got room to improve, and it’s got six more seasons so I know it has time to as well! Season 2 is sitting on my kitchen table to I plan to keep going!

#buffy the vampire slayer #jen watches #long post #episode summary

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hope-for-olicity · 8 years ago

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Always a Bridesmaid 1/3

Felicity must return to her hometown for the first time since high school to stand in her friend Sara’s wedding. While many things have changed for Felicity some have not and she has begun to wonder what happened to her old high school crush Oliver Queen.

This is for all, who like me, have had the privilege of being a bridesmaid.

Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the beautiful edit and to @almondblossomme for proofing! Also available on AO3.

Chapter 1: Will You Marry Me?

May 2017

Felicity Smoak walked into her empty loft, kicked off her shoes and threw her keys on the hallway table. Her week was done and she could not wait to slip into her comfy clothes, sip some wine and watch TV. The weekend was hers for the taking!

She had just settled into her couch, where she spent far too little time, when her phone buzzed. She actually contemplated not answering, but when she saw it was her high school best friend Sara Lance, she rushed to answer.

“Hey you! Feels like I haven’t talked to you in forever. What’s new?” Felicity really did miss Sara. She was one of few people, she felt truly understood her.

“I have news!!!” Sara sounded so excited.

“Oooh do tell!”

“I’m getting MARRIED!!!!”

“OH MY GOD! Sara I am SO happy for you and Nyssa!!! Tell me all about it! Who did the proposing? I need details!! Remember I live vicariously through you!”

“It’s so funny I was trying to think of a really romantic way to propose, even had a ring but suddenly out of the blue tonight I came home from work and our place was full of candles and rose petals and Nyssa had ordered in from our favourite restaurant! And then she told me that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me! She actually called me her beloved...but not in a creepy way, Felicity it was perfect!”

“Oh Sara, I am so happy for you. And for Nyssa she is getting the most amazing wife! Do you have a ring?”

“Yes, and I gave her the one I bought for her! We both have rings! I’ll send you a picture.”

“Please do!”

Felicity really was happy for Sara but now she was the only single one of her friends. Something her mother was sure to point out the moment she told her about Sara’s engagement. Felicity dated. She even dated Ray Palmer for a year but at the end they both had to admit there was nothing there - and she tried really hard. The truth is there had only been one guy she had ever really liked - but that was years ago and he didn’t have any interest in her….except that one time…

“Felicity are you still there?”

“Yep, sorry! So, I know you just got engaged but do you think it will be a long engagement?”

“Nope! We are getting married in July and I need you to come to Star City as I want you to be a bridesmaid!

“Wow Sara. Of course, I’ll be there! And I’d be honoured to be a bridesmaid!”

“Great! I’ll let you know as soon as we have an official date but we are thinking the end of the month.”

“I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!!!”

“I’M SO EXCITED FOR ME TOO!!!”

*****

When Felicity returned to work on Monday she blocked the entire end of July off as vacation time. She was the boss she could do that, plus she’d hadn’t actually taken vacation time before.

She had called her mother on the weekend to let her know about Sara’s happy news. Her mother was ecstatic for Sara. Donna thought of Sara as a second daughter as she had spent so much time at their house with Felicity. And of course, there were the inevitable questions about Felicity’s love life. She got off the phone promising she would try harder. It wasn’t that Felicity didn’t want to meet someone, but none of the someones she had met made her any happier than she was on her own.

Which led her back to thinking about Oliver Queen. They could not have been any different if they tried in high school. She was a goth, computer geek and he was the jock, prom king. But being the jock, prom king did not make him any less attractive. He actually dated Sara’s sister Laurel all through high school.

Laurel always hated Felicity, although Felicity had no idea why. Her mother said perhaps she was envious of Felicity’s relationship with Sara. But she really thought there must be more to it. Laurel was one of those mean girls in high school and being a computer geek, Felicity was a target. She tried to ignore her but sometimes her comments stung.

In fact her last confrontation with Laurel had been over Oliver.

Oliver and Felicity had been paired by their history teacher to work on a presentation about Alexander Hamilton. Felicity was pleasantly surprised to learn that Oliver was much smarter than he let on. They met after school a few times and she thought they were making good progress for their presentation. Oliver had suggested they put the finishing touches on it by meeting at his house on Sunday. She agreed and said she would work on their PowerPoint presentation so they could run through it then.

When Felicity had arrived at Oliver’s that Sunday, she was surprised to see Laurel. Oliver politely tried to hint for her to leave as they had to work on the presentation but she didn’t take the hint. Finally, they just worked with her there and she sulked due to being ignored.

When Felicity showed Oliver the PowerPoint presentation, including a really cool graphic she made on her laptop, Laurel made snide comments. It was at that point Oliver asked if he could speak to Laurel alone, he led her out of the room. Felicity could hear them arguing and then only Oliver returned.

“Sorry about that. She can get jealous sometimes but that was no reason to insult your hard work. The presentation looks great Felicity.”

“Thanks. I think we are ready. I really appreciate all the personal details you were able to find out about Hamilton. You really went above and beyond Oliver and I really appreciate it. You never know when you get paired with someone if they are going to pull their weight and you do so and more and I just wanted to say thanks.”

“No need to thank me. I enjoyed working you Felicity. Most people just assume I’m a dumb jock but you asked for my opinions and listened to me. I have to say that is not a common occurrence for me, especially when it comes to school work.”

“Well other people are missing out! I like how you pointed out his underlying goals and how he wants to do good for his country. You made it seem personal. Perhaps you have political aspirations?”

Oliver blushed. “Ahh no. I don’t think I’m qualified for that and besides I’m supposed to run Queen Consolidated one day.”

“Maybe you should think bigger Oliver, you could be whatever you want to be. And you have plenty of time to learn more. I think you would make a great leader or politician, no matter what you decide.” All of sudden Felicity realized she may have said too much, she looked down embarrassed.

There was a moment of silence then Felicity looked up and said “why don’t we do a quick run through and then call it a day.”

They ran through the presentation once and agreed to some changes and tried again. They were both satisfied with the end result. She began packing up her things to go and accidentally dropped some papers on the floor. They both bent to pick them up at the same time and both ending up holding the same piece of paper.

She had not realized Oliver’s eyes were so blue and deep. She had always thought of him as kind and this project had confirmed. She didn’t know how long she looked at him but she thought it was far to long for someone who had a girlfriend. But he was not looking away either. In fact, he began to lean in and for a moment so did she and then she realized what she was doing.

“I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow. The presentation will be great. We will be great.” She rushed out of the room and into the Queen driveway as quickly as she could. Not really the brightest idea as she had not phoned her mother for a ride. She guessed she’d have to walk. Her head was down so at first, she didn’t see her but she looked up when she heard Laurel’s voice.

“You have some nerve going after my boyfriend.”

“Laurel, I swear we were just working on our presentation. Nothing happened.” She tried to walk past her but Laurel blocked her way.

“What are you doing?” Felicity was feeling a little worried.

“I just want to remind you to stay away from my man.”

“No problem Laurel! We have to give this presentation together and then I’ll leave him alone. It’s not like we friends before…” Felicity knew she sounded weak but honestly she was scared.

“Good.”

Oliver and Felicity gave their presentation on Monday. Their teacher told them they did a great job and even their classmates seemed interested. She really thought it was because Oliver helped make the historical figure relatable.

After class Oliver stopped in the hallway “I think that went great! How about you?”

Felicity looked around, to make sure Laurel wasn’t near, “Yes, it did go well. I’m sure our mark will reflect it. I should be off.” She began to walk away.

“Felicity is something wrong? You look worried.”

“No, everything is fine. There is just somewhere I need to be.”

“Okay. Maybe,” he paused for a moment, he seemed a little nervous. “Do you want to have dinner to celebrate?” He said really quickly.

“Sorry, I can’t I’m busy. Thanks for everything.” Felicity practically ran away hoping no one overheard Oliver suggesting dinner Laurel would surely kill her.

*****

Felicity’s phone rang bringing her back to present day. Oh, the wisdom of close to twenty years, she would never be afraid of Laurel now.

She looked down at her phone and saw Sara’s name. “Hey you, still on cloud nine?”

“You bet! I’m so glad you’ll be here Felicity.”

“I wouldn’t miss it and of course I’m here for all the wedding talk leading up to the big event as well.”

“Thanks Felicity that means a lot.”

“Of course!”

“Just so you know Laurel is in the wedding too and I already told her not to lay into you as she used to.”

“Oh Sara, you don’t need to worry about that. I can take care of myself and I’m sure she’s grown up since high school. Did you say she became a lawyer?”

“Yes, she’s a lawyer here in Star City. She actually just started dating Tommy Merlyn.”

“Tommy Merlyn? What happened to Oliver Queen?” Felicity knew she shouldn’t ask but she suddenly really wanted to know. Sara had no idea about what happened with Oliver and Laurel during the high school presentation.

“Oliver Queen is running for Mayor. They tabloids are calling him Mayor Handsome. But if you ask me he has lots of good ideas. Nyssa and I have actually become pretty good friends of his. He and Laurel split right after high school. If you want my opinion she wasn’t very nice to him. But things with Tommy seem to be good for both of them. It’s nice to see my sister happy.”

“Sorry, I probably should have asked all this before!” Felicity said trying to make light of it.

“Why would you? It never came up and you were never coming home before.”

“Well, I’m glad everyone is doing well. I can’t wait to see you, and Nyssa of course.”

“That’s actually why I’m calling. I was thinking of planning a trip to Central City to look for a dress. Do you think I could crash on your couch?”

“Of course! Just let me know when I’ll lay out the welcome mat. I’ll even come dress shopping with you.”

“Great I’ll let you know as soon I know. Gotta run. Talk soon.”

“Bye.”

*****

“Time to get a move on Mayor Handsome the lunch rush is over and so is your shift!” John Diggle teased his business partner.

Oliver and John had met in college and became good friends. Oliver was supposed to be studying business to take over at Queen Consolidated but his heart just wasn’t in it. When John talked about opening up his own cafe - Oliver wanted to do something like that too. He loved to bake and this seemed like a way to combine his love of people and food. They both knew the failure rates of new restaurants so they decided to take the risk together. John and he opened their cafe shortly after they graduated.

The cafe was a former 60s diner, it was bright, three walls of windows, with booths and tables and chairs. They were known for their amazing coffee, muffins and sandwiches. Lunch was their busiest time. They opened early for breakfast and closed before dinner. This gave John plenty of time to spend with his wife and new baby girl.

“Thanks John, my campaign manager will not be pleased if I’m late for another meeting with donors. Thea should be in to help out after her classes are done for the day.” Oliver’s sister Thea was now in university studying business herself, but lucky for their parent she was interested in Queen Consolidated. For now, she liked to help out at the cafe when she could.

He was about to leave when his friends Sara and Nyssa walked in. “Hello ladies! Nice to see you. I’m on my way out but I’m sure John will help you in just a moment.”

“Can you stay for a moment. Nyssa and I have news!” Sara practically beamed.

“Sure! From the smile on your face, I’m thinking it’s good!”

Sara and Nyssa sat on one side of a booth and ushered for Oliver to sit opposite. Sara looked a Nyssa and counted. “One, two, three!” and they showed Oliver their rings.

“Oh My God guys that is great!! I’m so happy for you both!”

“Thanks Oliver. We are really excited and the wedding is in July so we are already super busy with planning. But we can’t stop smiling.” Sara turned to smile at Nyssa again.

“I’m so happy for you both! Let me know if there is anything I can do to help out.”

“Thanks Oliver, we will. Laurel is going to be my maid of honour and Felicity is even going to be a bridesmaid. It is going to be amazing.” Sara gushed.

Oliver felt his heart stop for a moment. “Felicity? Felicity Smoak from high school is going to be in your wedding?”

“Yes, don’t seem so surprised. You knew she was a good friend of mine. It’s funny she just asked about you last night too. I didn’t know you all knew each other so well.”

“Oh no, we didn’t know each other very well, we worked on a project together in high school.” What he didn’t say is she believed in me and helped me believe I could be the man I am today. “Listen, I have to run, Mayoral campaign stuff. Congrats again!”

So, Felicity Smoak was coming back to Star City, Oliver had a bounce in his step anything was possible. If she was anything like the girl he knew in high school, he could not wait to see her again. He always suspected Laurel had done something to scare her back then but Laurel was no longer an issue.

*****

Felicity was frantically trying to finish all her work before Sara arrived. She had been looking forward to Sara’s visit all week, she had even made appointments for them tomorrow at all the major bridal boutiques. She was also happy to learn they served wine during this process - how civilized.

She had just hit send on her last email when Sara opened her office door. “I’m here!!!”

“Yes, you are!” Felicity raced from behind her desk to give Sara a hug.

“So glad you are here. Now show me the ring! Pictures never do it justice.”

Sara held out her hand. “Absolutely beautiful Sara. Nyssa has good taste and knows you.”

“Thanks Felicity, this all just feels so right. No nerves.”

“Oh Sara! I’m so happy for you!” Tears sprang to Felicity’s eyes.

“No, no crying. Well, not until I find the perfect dress!”

“Sounds like a plan. Let me grab my coat and bag and we will get out of here. I arranged to have pizza delivered to my condo in an hour and there is wine and beer chilling.”

“Wow. You really know how to treat a guest. I should visit more often.” Sara joked.

“Yes, yes you should.” Felicity winked.

Felicity and Sara spent Friday night catching up over beer and pizza and made an early night of it so they would be ready to shop in the morning.

*****

It took three shops, but like they say, Sara knew as soon as she tried on “her dress”. Felicity could not keep the tears out of her eyes as she watched her friend twirl.

“I’m not really a twirler but something about this dress requires it!” She smiled brightly.

“I agree!” Felicity lifted her wine glass to show her support.

Sara talked with the sales associate to arrange shipment, saying should would get the alterations done in Star City.

While Sara was working out the details Felicity wandered around the store. It made her a little wistful to look at the wedding dresses, it’s not that she wanted to get married exactly but the dresses were so pretty.

She turned and began looking at bridesmaid dresses. Felicity actually dreaded this part. The worst part of being a bridesmaid, this was her fourth time, was the dress. The brides all meant well, but the dresses were always uncomfortable, pricey and no, they could never be worn again. But this was Sara, she reminded herself, she’d do this for Sara.

“See anything you like?” Sara came up behind Felicity.

“I wasn’t really looking.” Felicity shrugged. “Do you know which colour or designer you would like your bridesmaids to wear?”

“Actually, Nyssa and I thought we’d leave that up to those standing. We want you to feel comfortable in what you wear. In other words, we have both been bridesmaids and don’t want to impose dresses on our friends.” Sara laughed.

“Touché” Felicity nodded. “Do you know what colour Laurel is wearing? I don’t want to clash.”

“Yes actually, she is wearing grey. So, I doubt you will clash.”

Felicity began looking through the dresses on the rack.

“Why don’t you try some on? Do a fashion show for me!”

Felicity rose her eyebrow in response.

“Please, I’m the bride! And yes, and I’m playing that card. How about you head into the change room and I’ll hand you in a few dresses?”

“Okay. Since you are the bride.” Felicity smiled and headed into the change room.

The first dress Felicity tried on was purple. A good colour for her the but the style just wasn’t her. The second dress was pink, the colour her mother always told her to wear. She liked it but she didn’t love it but the third dress with a vibrant green with a little sparkle in it. She wasn’t sure...she loved it but didn’t want to upstage the brides. She came out of the change room, nervous to see Sara’s reaction.

“I LOVE IT!!! That’s the one!” Sara jumped from her seat. “Turnaround.” Felicity did a spin to show Sara the back of the dress.

“Are you sure it’s okay? With the sparkle, I mean?”

“Of course, it’s okay, so sweet of you to be concerned. I want us all to look fabulous on my wedding day.”

Felicity hugged Sara. “You really are the best bride ever, you know?”

“Aww thanks! We are going to have such a good time.”

“Let’s go home and relax for a bit and then we can head out for a nice dinner.” Felicity headed back into the change room.

*****

The rest of the weekend flew by and before she knew it Felicity was saying goodbye to Sara at the train station.

“So, you’ll be out in June for the bachelorette party right?”

“I’ll be there with bells on. Will there be bells? I once had bride insist where we wear bells...not that I don’t like bells...I do like bells, but it felt kind of silly and…”

“FELICITY. There will be no bells! Just bring yourself!”

“Sounds great I’ll see you in a few weeks!” She hugged her friend goodbye.

Felicity actually was looking forward to Sara and Nyssa’s bachelorette party. They decided to have a joint party. This wedding was going to be so much fun. If only she could get rid of this nagging sensation about Oliver Queen.

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gukkle · 8 years ago

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Fifth Season

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Characters: Taehyung x Sae Ron

Part 1

Eight years have passed since I’ve seen him. My life revolved around him, my day had began with him and ended with him. I would call him the love of my life, but he left for a better life, opportunities he could never get with me. Now he’s on top of his game and I ended up right underneath him again, in more ways than another. In your life, he was your fifth season.

2009

“Taehyung, put me down I swear to god I will destroy your little action figure collection that you think I don’t know about,” I started banging on his back. Taehyung had grabbed me in the middle of an important conversation about prom and just decided to man handle me. I was now on his shoulder being carried away as my friends continued to laugh as their one true leader was being taken away.

“Ah ah ah, that’s not nice, Saeron. I wanted your attention and you weren’t giving it to me. So I had to revert to these methods,” Taehyung smirked at you from besides your hip. My skirt was beginning to ride up more than it already had.

“I was talking to my friends, I was busy. Also Tae, my skirt is riding up my thighs. Unless you want to give everyone a show, please put me down,” I was still bouncing on his shoulder. The view from up here wasn’t that bad either. Taehyung had a nice butt and long legs. My boyfriend was pretty hot if you were to ask me. We’ve been dating since sophomore year, he had asked me out in the cutest way ever, it was in front of all his friends because he wanted to prove that he wasn’t a pussy. After he asked me, he had shouted to his friends, “Who’s a pussy now?” Fifteen year old Taehyung was shy and insecure around girls, he had trouble talking to girls he liked. But he got there after 2 years of pining. I knew he had liked me for a while, I was going to ask him out myself if he didn’t make a move himself.

“You should never be too busy for me, and we should give them a show,” Taehyung reached up and started pulling my skirt down. As much as he joked, he always would comply to my little commands. He was a pretty obedient boyfriend, he doesn’t listen only when he’s turned on which is pretty much all the time. He finally put me down on bench and he plopped down right besides me. I had to fix my hair that got messed up during that little journey. My hair had turned into a fluffy mess due to my body being upside down. Taehyung just stared at me as I tried to fix the mess on top of my hair. His eyes were so piercing it gave me chills down my spine.

“You look perfectly fine, stop doing that. I just wanted to ask you how your day was going,” He quirked his head to the side and gave you a cute and endearing smile. He looked like a puppy.

I couldn’t help but soften. Taehyung was a sweetheart to his bones. He was the boyfriend that every girl wished they had. I just managed to snag him before everyone else had. He reached out and laced his long fingers in between my smaller ones.

“My day is going fine, I feel like I have the most intense case of senioritis. Tae, I can’t believe that we’re almost out of here. We’re going to be freshmen in college in four months. We just have graduation left and we’re out of here to the next passage of our lives. Also we’re even going to colleges that are so close to each other. What couple can say that?,” I started rambling. I was just really excited about that fact that I was going to Columbia and Taehyung has been accepted into NYU Stern. We’ve been together for three years and hopefully we will go on for many years more.

I love Taehyung more than anything. Anything time he was even in the same room as me, my heart wouldn’t calm down. He’s been with me for so long. I don’t know what I would honestly do without him. During midterm weeks, he always called me and asked me if I was studying because I got distracted easily. If I wasn’t studying, he would make me go to the library and studying right in front of him. College meant everything to me, my parents always had told me that it is really important for my future to what college I would go to. My parents are slaving away at their horrible jobs to provide me with the education that would set me up for life. They saved and barely made enough for me to go to Phillip Exeter, and a chunk of my tuition came from my soccer scholarship, All my life I have been working towards getting into the most prestigious schools. I knew I wasn’t especially smart or special, but I had to try my hardest. Taehyung knew that and he understood. When we had gotten into a relationship together he had said to me,“I know that you want to focus on your studies and you might think relationships are a waste of your time, but just give us a chance and I promise it won’t be bad.”

He had told me that in with his whole sincerity. He never broke that promise. In fact, he was the one who gave me ambition and drive when I had none. When I was completely done with the amount of papers and work, Taehyung would hold my head in his hands, smile and say, “You can do this Saeron. Think of everything you have done that has lead up to this. Don’t stop now.” My favorite part of his little inspiration talks would be when he bought me my favorite croissant. He never failed to put a smile on my face and he drove me crazy with everything he does.

“I know, we’re so close. But Saeron, I want to talk to you about something,” The atmosphere in the courtyard seemed to turn grey. Taehyung was known to joke around, and that was one of the reasons I loved him. He never failed to retch a laugh, giggle, or chuckle no matter what mood I was in.

“Hm? What would that be,” I was curious, he was rarely seriously. Taehyung just looked too formal. A piece of his hair had been blown into his eye. I moved forward a little to push the hair out of his face. His eyes looked right through me as I flicked the little hair out of the way. The way he looked at me just sent a warm feeling through my body. I could see all his emotions bared out in his eyes. He was wearing our dark blue school uniform, with just his tie a little out of place. He was nervously fiddling with his fingers and it gave away that he was nervous.

“I know you’re excited and ecstatic about college, but I really don’t know how to tell you this. I want to let you know from me, rather than someone else,” Taehyung started, but he never got to finish because his name was being blasted through the PA system. The guidance office was summoning him.

“I’ll finish telling you when I come back, don’t go anywhere I’ll be quick,” He planted a kiss on your forehead and quickly got up and ran towards the main yellow school building that dominated the field, his long legs eating up the distance. I couldn’t help but stare. He was too perfect.

I was left alone once again. I should wait for him but he might take a while so I decided to stroll through the courtyard. It was May, which meant it was spring here. Rows of delicately planted flora surrounded a large thick oak tree. Our school sure had a mean gardening club, they put in the time and the money to make our school’s only courtyard look amazing. I guess that’s what our parents money went to. It was a while until I heard someone’s approach the bench I was taking a nap on.

“Tae, what did you want to tell me,” I didn’t open my eyes, the sun was too bright.

“Oh it’s not Taehyung, it’s me, Jimin,” a voice spoke. Jimin and Taehyung weren’t the greatest of friends. In fact, they were enemies in the disguise of friends. He was going to Columbia, the same as me. Taehyung always ranted about him to me, saying that he was a try hard and that he obviously had a crush on me.

“Hey Jimin, what do you need?” I still didn’t open my eyes. It wasn’t odd that Jimin was here, he always seemed to appear when Taehyung wasn’t near you. I knew that Jimin did have a small crush on me, I wasn’t oblivious. He did try to flirt with me sometimes, but I always turned him down because I only had eyes for Taehyung.

“I wanted to tell you something,” Jimin’s shadow blocked the sunlight. I finally opened my eyes, and he was standing right there. I guess it was time to get up from my little nap and entertain Jimin and whatever he had to say.

“Go for it. I’m all ears.”

Jimin huffed and fixed his uniform and tie. I lazily smiled up at him, as much as Taehyung hated Jimin, he was still a good guy.

“You know how you constantly bragged about how you and Taehyung are going to schools that were in the same city?”

“Yeah, he’s going to Stern and I’m going to Columbia,” Everyone knew already because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

“Well I just overheard from the guidance office, Taehyung talking to his counselor about how he’s going to a school in Korea instead,” Jimin boasted.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Taehyung did get an offer from Yonsei University but he didn’t take it. He rejected in, Stern is where he wants to go.”

“No Saeron, he’s going to Yonsei, he already accepted it. He’s leaving right after graduation,” Jimin insisted. Ah, Jimin was so wrongly informed.

“Jimin, he’s not going to go abroad to study. He loves New York,” I patted Jimin on the head. He was so wrongly informed. Jimin huffed at your gesture and swatted your hands away.

“I’m telling you, he is leaving you for Yonsei. He’s not staying with you in the states. Don’t say I didn’t tell you later on when you’re heartbroken,” Jimin pushed even more. He smoothed his hand over his shiny hair, and looked me straight in the eye. The look in them unnerved me. It didn’t seem like he was lying, but no way did Taehyung make that decision without telling you. He told you everything, this shouldn’t be an exception. Jimin stared at you for ten more seconds before leaving with a silent question in the air.

I looked up at the sky, blue fluffy clouds floating in the sky. Taehyung wasn’t going to Korea, he wanted to go to New York City and Stern; where I would be. Was this what Taehyung wanted to tell you about? A gnawing sensation was burning it’s way through your chest. Taehyung had said that I was the only future for him. I closed my eyes and soaked in the sweet scent of the tulips and roses in the air. It was spring, the season of life and growing. It was the time of the year where everything was alive and reborn. There was no way that he was leaving.

Taehyung never got to say what he wanted to say to me. A couple of weeks have passed and he didn’t bring it up. It hung over my days like a dark cloud. I wanted the truth to come out of his mouth and not Jimin’s. I wanted, no needed, reassurance that he wasn’t about to leave me in a month.

“Hey Saeron, I brought you your favorite pasta from Mario,” Taehyung slid a brown paper bag towards you with a sly smile. Today he had his hair sweeped to the side and it had made you and all the girls swoon. He was so handsome.

“You’re honestly the best boyfriend I have ever had,” I greedily grabbed at the bag. The scent of tomatoes and basils wafted through the air

“I’ll take your thanks in the form of a kiss,” Taehyung pointed out his chin. I couldn’t help but giggle at his cuteness. I gave him a short kiss on his lips but drew back as fast as it had started. He pouted at me, I gave him a little pat on his cheek and ate the food he had bought me.

“That was barely a kiss, I’ll take another one later,” he stole a piece of pasta from my plate. I couldn’t let him take my pasta, we wrestled for it. I poked at him with my fork and he just didn’t care. I finally let up and started to feed him. He was eating with a sated smile on his face.

“That was a great kiss excuse me. Just be happy I’m willing to share today. I’m in a good mood,” I shoved a meatball down his throat. He swallowed it and stuck out his tongue to show me that he had eaten it all. I never felt more in love with him in that moment.

Graduation had quickly come upon us and I slowly forgot about what Jimin had told me. Taehyung didn’t show any suspicious signs that he was hiding something from me. I shouldn’t let Jimin’s words break into my thoughts and trust.

“I can’t believe that we finally graduated high school,” My friend, Amelia screeched as she threw her cap up in the air. I rushed over to hug her, we spun around. We were actually done with this place. No more high school, no more being stuck in this horrid place.

I spotted Taehyung from across the room and couldn’t help but run up to him. He held out his arms for you to jump into.

“I’m sorry your parents couldn’t make it to your graduation. At least they’ll come to your college graduation. But we made it Saeron, we finally made it,” Taehyung buried his face in your neck. I wore the scent he loved, which was a light april cotton.

“I love you Tae, we’re onto the next step of our lives. Imagine our lives in the city when we go to college. I’m already imagining late night takeout and delivery. But of course those nights of slaving over textbooks for upcoming exams. I can already see the New York skyline at night with those mesmerizing blinking lights. We also have to visit Times Square many times, I can’t wait to ride the giant ferris wheel in that giant toy store,” I would have continued if Taehyung hadn’t pulled away. The look on his face was didn’t reflect your excitement and happiness.

“I really didn’t want to tell you, but I have to. Saeron, I’m so sorry but I’m not going to be in New York with you,” Taehyung took a step back, distancing himself.

“Wait what do you mean? Did you accept the Duke offer?”

“I love you so much, but I have to do this. I committed to Yonsei University just two weeks ago. They’re giving me a full ride. I have to take it. It’s near where my grandma is, and she’s dying. I have to be with her before she passes away. I love you so fucking much I don’t know what I would do without you. But I have to do this, never forget I love you more than anything and that is why we have to part ways. I’m leaving in two days,” his eyes never left yours. They followed the tears that fell across my face. He tried to whip them away but I couldn’t have him touch me cause I know they would scorch my skin hotter than the summer sun.

I never really knew what it feels like to have your future ripped apart until that day. Taehyung was suppose to go to the city and live out the life you guys have planned for years. He was suppose to stay with you forever. Jimin was right. Taehyung was leaving for Korea. Today was completely planned out, we were suppose to celebrate our future and how many children we were going to have. Everything I imagined came crumbling apart before my eyes. The cheers from the joyous crowd turned sour in my ears. What were they so happy for? None of them knew that your world had just turned into an ice age.

Words couldn’t escape my mouth as hard as I tried. I wanted to yell at him for keeping this from me. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to hug him so he would never leave me. I stumbled back and ran. I ran faster than I ever had before. I could hear Taehyung yelling my name. I wanted to fight for him, for us. But I couldn’t. I knew he loved his grandmother more than anything in the whole world, including me. He may say that he loved me more than anything but I knew the truth. He wasn’t leaving me because he wanted to. If I told him to stay, it would be incredibly selfish. I couldn’t do that to him. Tears streaked rivers down my face. In the corner of my foggy vision, I saw Jimin looking at me. He had an unreadable expression on his face. Graduation day was over, and so was my future plans. I never knew how fleeting could be. The years I spent planning my whole life, wiped away in one day.

I didn’t see Taehyung after that day. I heard from his friend,Jungkook, that he had left quickly and sadly. He wanted to see me but I didn’t answer any of his calls. Taehyung even came to my parents home, but my dad had chased him off the property. I watched him from my window. He had written a letter for you and he sent Jungkook to deliver it. I never opened it. I couldn’t see his handwriting, if I saw it I would break down in tears. I already cried my heart out, I didn’t want to cry anymore.

“Saeron, I know you don’t want to face Taehyung, but please don’t be too sad. He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He loves you so much, he has to do this,” Jungkook tried to comfort me, but it didn’t work.

That summer I barely left my room in my parents house. They didn’t know what to do to help. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that my boyfriend broke up with me. The sun always came up in the morning, never wavering. I could never stand the heat, so that was my excuse to stay inside. The children laughing outside just depressed me even more. I thought of the talks about how many children we wanted. Taehyung had wanted four. He loves children, I always thought he would be a great kindergarten teacher.

August eventually arrived and left. My parents were so proud that I was going to Columbia, a school they have always admired from afar. Now their daughter was going to fulfill their dreams that they could never even have thought about achieving. College was going to be the start of something new. Taehyung was settled in Korea and spending his time taking care of his ailing grandmother. Jungkook would often bring up Taehyung and updates about his life. It was something he knew I needed. Jungkook would tell me what he was up to, and he always never failed to remind me that he loved me, and I never asked.

Autumn on the Columbia campus never failed to make me happy. Leaves seem to be everywhere on the ground and the orange, red, and yellow colors gave me inner peace. People say that fall is a bad season because all the leaves are falling. I loved it.

Strolling through New York City during autumn was an amazing experience. Pumpkin spice scents leaked from coffee shops. I walked along the outer edge of Columbia. I had class later, but I wanted to breath in the October air before it left. Everywhere I would see him. I’d see him in class sitting across from me, sending me a mischievous smile filled with the promise of trouble and adventure. I would see him sitting across from me in the library, urging me onto study, handing me my favorite baked good. I would see him at parties, looking straight at me with a dark look in his eyes, while lights flashed over us.

But my life was the complete opposite of summer. My mood matched winter, I felt like I was dying everyday. But winter was far away and so was Taehyung.

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serensama · 8 years ago

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To Date #6

EMO CUPCAKE IT’S GONNA BE OK! JUST BREATHE SAERAN… The date will be over soon O_O

*Also in my universe V is always around. Always. Because… it’s V.

Saeran:

- What do you mean he had to take MC out on a date?

- Weren’t they already a couple? Why did they need to go out and prove it to the world?

- HAS LITERALLY NEVER HAD A PARTNER BEFORE HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?

- He chose MC, she chose him = end of story

- End of story + ice cream = super happy ending?

- NO?

- NO

- Damn it.

- Gathering what little pride he had, he dragged himself to his brother’s room where he and Yoosung were raiding in LOLOL, Saeyoung laughing maniacally and Yoosung swearing like a drunken sailor

- “Yo! Baby brother what can I do for you? Wha-Yoosung! What the hell?! We’re on the same team!”

“It was friendly fire”

“You came up and decapitated me”

“… But I did it as nicely as possible”

- Saeran rolled his eyes and went to walk back out, not understanding why he thought it was a good idea to come to them for advice in the first place.

- Saeyoung quit the game much to the horror of Yoosung and the rest of his group to chase after his brother. Yoosung begrudgingly apologised to the guild saying something important had come up and that they’d be back later.

- “Forget it,” Saeran barked to a hovering Saeyoung, “-it’s not important! I just came in to see you guys.”

- Saeyoung knew he was lying because he refused to meet his eyes.

- Then Yoosung started in on “Come on let us help!” and between the two of them Saeran couldn’t get a word in edgewise before he screamed out “FINE! WHAT DO I DO FOR MY FIRST DATE WITH MC?”

- Yoosung and Saeyoung suddenly grew hearts within their eyes as they rubbed their cheeks together and clasped hands

“Oh my baby has grown up”

“Shut up”

“Hyung Saeran has become a man”

“…Like you’re one to talk”

“Do you know where babies come from?”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t.”

“That’s no surprise Yoosung”

“Wait… so, no one is going to tell me!?”

- Sitting down the boys try to tell Saeran how most girls like to go out to eat and perhaps watch a movie or a show… seeing as MC was from the same social circles as Jumin and V she probably enjoyed 5 star restaurants and operas… fancy things fit for a Princess… and she was his Princess right?

- Growling as he skimmed his hand over his face he allowed the boys to tell him where the best restaurants in town were, what he should wear and how he should act: i.e.… be everything that wasn’t him. He didn’t do polite conversation. He barely did conversation. Grunts. Grunts and psychotic laughter was kind of his thing.

- MC liked it anyways.

- He called her and asked her out which surprised her to no end, feeling like an idiot he ended up snarling, “Well didja wanna go or not?” which resulted in her chuckling and agreeing. Of course, she would love to go out with him!

- Borrowing one of his brother’s babies (“If there’s so much as one scratch or one suspect stain in her leather Saeran!!!”) he sped off to pick up MC.

- She was already waiting on the street looking ridiculously ravishing in a light pink dress that matched his hair… did she wear that to match him? That would be… really sweet actually

- Leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek and wiping off the lipstick that marked him (not that he minded) MC happily greeted her boyfriend

- It took a minute before she really saw the effort he went to. Hair quaffed to perfection (thanks to Zen rushing over to make sure he wasn’t going to attack MC during the date- who was then horrified to see the state of his hair as he was about to step out the door), his dark blue suit courtesy of Jumin who had one of his tailors bring something suitable for the date… not one buckle in sight, not one choker…

- It wasn’t that she didn’t like the new look, MC thought he looked incredibly dapper and handsome… but she always thought that about him no matter what he wore, still, she smiled and tried to ease his obvious discomfort by saying how amazing he looked.

- Some tension leaving his countenance Saeran drove off to get to the most exclusive restaurant that needed MONTHS to get a booking- though thanks to V they got one at the last minute (he provided the photography that graced their walls as décor, he always got a seat whenever he wanted).

- He may or may not have accidentally threatened the valet driver instead of tipping him… old habits die hard

- Offering his arm to MC who looked utterly shocked at his showing of manners he didn’t know whether to be offended or amused (definitely… amused, he wasn’t always the most courteous of people and often came off as brusque even to the woman he loved).

- Sitting down he looked around at the place. It was pretty- he guessed. The place looked nice, the staff looked nice, the food looked nice… god even the air smelt nice.

- He hated it.

- He was ridiculously uncomfortable there. People bowing and calling him “Sir”, people pulling out chairs for him like he was an idiot… people looking at him knowing that he didn’t belong in a place like this with a girl like MC. Like he was trash… he’d felt that way all his life he didn’t need to be reminded of it in a place where he was paying for everything.

- The waiter handed them the menu and Saeran opened up the menu and saw that it was all in French… because of course it was… and inwardly groaned.

- The waiter came back and started speaking with MC who gave her order succinctly and then realised that Saeran may have had no idea what he was looking at… with a hand over her mouth denoting her shame she asked if needed a few more minutes to choose…

- “We have the menu in Korean if that would assist you… Sir”

- Bitch. No, you didn’t.

- Squinting his cerulean eyes at the arrogant penguin order taker, Saeran proceeded to order his entire meal and the proper accompanying wine in fluent French. Saeyoung wasn’t the only Choi with a penchant for learning languages.

- Blushing before bowing, the waiter left the two to their own devices.

- MC could see that Saeran was putting on a front for her sake, (not that he had to she loved him for being him- not what he thought she wanted him to be)… she just didn’t want to waste all the effort he had obviously gone through for her sake.

- Their meal came along and it was the tiniest effing thing he had ever seen in his life. Like seriously. He was paying $100 for a piece of meat that was half the size of his palm. What the hell was wrong with rich people?

- As they were about to order dessert he overheard a couple to the far right of them making snooty comments about him and how far had MC fallen to be with someone like him- and oooooh god normally he’d let them have it, but it was their first date and everyone explicitly told him to be on his best behaviour and not embarrass MC by getting into any fights…

- “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know him? Do you know what he means to me? Do you even know who I am apart from what my bank account says? You all disgust me!” MC spat her face contorted with rage.

- She was making a scene; the entire restaurant was paralysed and shocked.

- “Come on Saeran, let’s leave this shit hole, their steak was over cooked anyways and the clientele here leave much to be desired for.”

- His mouth was a little dry from drooling at how hot his girlfriend was when she defended him.

- Wiping his mouth with his napkin before folding it neatly on the table, he sat up and offered his arm to her again. As they turned to leave, just before they stepped off the dining floor, he flipped them all off from behind him and yelled out, “Later jackasses!”

- He finally tipped the valet driver, the only nice person in the restaurant.

- MC was silent throughout the car ride home, her anger palpable. Saeran was disappointed that it couldn’t be like the dates she was used to; he’d have to try harder next time… maybe if he dyed his hair back to its normal red he wouldn’t look like such a punk…

- About ¾ of the way home MC perked up and slapped at his arm for him to pull over.

- It was just a typical run of the mill 24-hour diner where they served the greasiest food perfect after a night on the town… or after an overpriced meal that left them starving.

- They ran into the diner and it was dive, the leather of the booths torn and patched up with duct tape, the floor tiles were streaked with sneaker marks and chipped and the décor so mismatched and hideous he didn’t know what their theme was.

- He loved it.

- Even if it was a shonky looking place it was clean and it was busy so it mustn’t be a terrible place to eat.

- Sliding (squeaking) along the last empty booth in the corner the regulars of the diner looked at MC as if she was the outsider but she didn’t seem to notice or care, her eyes only focused on Saeran. She was doing this for him, he might not know everything about dating or wines or suits but he knew MC- she was a good person and this was her way of salvaging their date.

- They laughed and poked fun at their disaster of an evening, mimicking the confounded expressions of the people as MC insulted them causing them to burst out in breathless laughter- the others in the diner smiling at the cute couple… they were so dressed up surely they came from a Prom or something?

- When Saeran’s order of a chocolate sundae came out along with MC’s giant order of fries, they both sat and ate in silence- Saeran not protesting whenever MC would dip her salty fries into his sweet dessert.

- Really… why did he even bother asking those idiots in the first place? He knew MC better than anyone… and they had already chosen each other… the first date was just an excuse for ice cream.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #mystic messenger head cannon #mystic messenger fanfic #saeran #unknown #saeran x mc #mc #date

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tialovestelevision · 8 years ago

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Flooded

Back to going it alone on Buffy. Thank you again to Dragon for wonderful help with that last episode! Now we have Flooded, in which the Slayer navigates the treachery of the loan industry. Will she find a competitive APR? Will she be safe from the dark powers of subprime lending? How will she handle the wickedness of the sale of complex additional credit products? High drama on Buffy!

Oh… also, apparently there’s “three sorcerers,” but that’s much less interesting, isn’t it?

1. Previously On, then Buffy in a basement. Pipes are creaking. She has found Mr. Drippy, which is a drippy pipe. She is trying to fix it. Dawn wants to call a plumber.. Buffy says she can fix it. Then everything sprays water everywhere. That’s a lot of damage. Opening credits, no Tara.

2. There is no possible way the fluid dynamics of that scene made any sense.

3. Buffy is staring at the kitchen sink while it runs water, and telling Dawn to eat breakfast three times a day while Tara eats her first breakfast. I guess elevensies counts as a third breakfast. Willow turned off the tap. Xander and Tito come upstairs; Tito says the pipes are shot and the whole system needs to be replaced. That’s a lot of money. If I were them, I’d look into dark magic - for tightening that pipe to lead to that much water from that many places indicates curses, not plumbing. Tito is out of his depths. The price looks like a phone number. They’re also short on money in general. Buffy is bothered by the fact that she didn’t spend any money but is out of money. Hospital bills ate all of Joyce’s money. The house is costing them money. Buffy suggests burning the house down for insurance money and aesthetic purposes. Given how miserable her time in this house has been, I suspect a perfectly understandable ulterior motive. They think she’s serious; she says she’s kidding. Buffy says that money isn’t the end of the world, then rethinks that because she’s bad at money and good at the end of the world. She says she’ll take care of it. She doesn’t know how. Anya suggests charging for Slaying, which… isn’t a bad idea, come to think of it. Buffy doesn’t like it, though. Xander does not want to get in the middle of an argument between Anya and Dawn about Spider-Man. Anya and Xander leave. Anya is angry with him for not telling his friends about the engagement. She can’t even wear her ring in public. Xander knows his fiancee very well. But not well enough to keep her from stomping off.

4. Buffy is in a suit, either interviewing for a loan or practicing to interview for a loan. Practicing. But she’s at the bank. They don’t need her report cards. Buffy has no income and the house isn’t worth much money because Sunnydale property values keep going down, so she can’t get a loan, it looks like. And now a demon is attacking the bank… it threw someone through the window.

5. Buffy is snarking at the demon. She can’t kick in the skirt. She takes a letter opener from the loan officer and cuts a slit in the skirt. Someone’s robbing the teller drawers while Buffy fights the demon. Security guard shoots at the demon; Buffy takes his gun before chasing the demon out the door. Buffy goes right back to negotiating the loan.

6. Buffy is training. She still got turned down for the loan. Willow and Buffy don’t understand the loan system. Willow is glad Buffy is mad. The anger is gone. Willow is trying to make her mad again. And Willow’s putting pressure on Buffy to emote the wrong way again. Willow realizes she’s doing the wrong thing, but realizes it too late. Buffy goes back to hitting the bag.

7. Tara and Dawn are doing research on the bank demon while Anya tells Xander to tell them about the engagement. Xander says he’ll do so when Buffy and Willow come in. Anya calls him a chicken. Dawn thinks she’s old enough for research; Tara thinks she’s still 15. Dawn points out that if they don’t teach her, she’s going to learn about demons on the street, which is a wonderful line. Dawn opens the book Tara gave her. “That’s a weird place for a horn.” Pause. “That’s not a horn.” Ha-ha! Demon penis joke. Dawn is done with the book. Dawn found the demon. It’s M’Fashnik. Buffy and Willow come in. Dawn shows her the demon; Buffy asks her if she wants a cappuccino and a pack of cigarettes now. Maybe the demon turned down the loan application. The chimes at the door ring. Giles is there. Buffy and Giles are staring at each other. Her face. Just… her face. His face, too. She’s hugging him too hard. I’m giggling and crying. Giles: “But… you’re…” Buffy: “A miracle?” Giles: “Yes. But then, I always thought so.”

8. The demon is in an alley. It growls. It stalks. Buffy and Giles are in the training room. Buffy says she can start. She asks how England and life were. He met the Council, and says there’s not much to say. He has a flat in Bath, met with old friends, almost made a new friend. Buffy asks if Giles is miserable about being back, or just really British. Giles says leaving Sunnydale was difficult, and being back is bewildering. He asks how she is, really. He says she looks tired. She says she’s fine. Sleeping’s hard because of the waking up in a box thing, but that it might be that waking up is a problem, but just for a second. She sleeps okay, except the dreams. Giles says she’s doing well under extreme circumstances. Buffy engages in some post-postmortem comedy. She says she needs to start prepping for the slayage. Giles leaves the room. Anya hugs Giles and says she missed him. Anya finds the new demon interesting. Giles knows M’fashnik. They perform mayhem for the highest bidder. Then the demon comes into a room. Not the Magic Box. Another room. Yells that it had a deal with somebody, and somebody got what somebody wanted, now he wants the head of the Slayer. Oh god. It’s Warren. Remember Warren? With the robots and the super-creepiness and the me not ever wanting to see him again? And Jonathan. Remember Jonathan? With the suicide attempt and the rewriting everyone’s perception of reality and the me being done with him entirely? And… some other guy. Don’t know him. Wait. Since when is Warren a sorcerer? He builds robots and is creepy. Is creepy robot-building sorcery now? They tell the demon they’ll get him the head of the Slayer.

9. After the commercial, back in the basement with Warren, Jonathan, the other guy, and M’Fashnik. M’Fashnik thought they were powerful men with machines and magic and the demon realm below. Warren and the other guy say yeah; Jonathan says they’re like supervillains. Then they do a terrible evil laugh. M’Fashnik asks who the leader is; they all say they are. He says he will kill the leader; they all say they’re not. He will kill them all. Jonathan gets up and offers M’Fashnik money. Says they’re going to pay him. Warren says Jonathan is the wisest of them all. So now M’Fashnik thinks he’s the leader, and says he has to kill him for pitting him against the Slayer. And suck dry his bones. Yuck. And use them to beat the others to death. Warren offers him anything. So the other guy is Andrew. His brother, Tucker, was the guy who summoned the hellhounds on Prom Night. Andrew trained flying demon monkeys to attack the school play. M’Fashnik is out of patience, and doesn’t want anything they offer. He wants the Slayer dead. They offer to do that; he wants it to involve pain.

10. Giles is apparently staying at the Summers house. Buffy is giving him whimsical bedding. He’ll be sleeping on the sofa. Buffy says that they’re having money problems. She’s trying not to think about it. Giles says she’s putting too much pressure on herself. Talks about how hard things must be. She says she’s scaring people; Giles is understanding. He says life can be overwhelming even for people who haven’t been where she has. He offers to help her with the bills in the morning. She’s glad he’s back; he’s glad she’s back too. Buffy leaves the room, and Giles looks… worried, but too happy to be all that worried, but too worried to be all that happy.

11. Jonathan, Andrew, and Creepmeister are in the basement. Jonathan and Andrew don’t want to kill Buffy. Creepmeister says they have to kill her, and they’re working in his mom’s house, so he makes the rules. They’ve been working together for a month to take over Sunnydale. They just voted not to kill Buffy. Warren has an idea for M’Fashnik. Warren gives M’Fashnik the address to Buffy’s house. He then lies to his friends using a Star Wars reference.

12. Giles walks into the kitchen where Willow is. She asks if he had a great talk with Buffy, he is very terse with her. Repeatedly. He asks about the spell. Willow describes it in really dismissive, flighty terms; Giles says she’s a very stupid girl. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? The forces you’ve harnessed, the lines you’ve crossed?” “I thought you’d be impressed or something.” “Oh, don’t worry. You’ve… made a very deep impression. Of everyone here, you were the one I trusted the most, to respect the forces of nature.” “Are you saying you don’t trust me?” “Think what you’ve done to Buffy.” “I brought her back!” “At incredible risk!” “Risk? Of what? Making her deader?” “Of killing us all. Unleashing Hell on Earth. I mean, shall I go on?” Willow says that she did what nobody else could do. Giles says there are others who could do it; she just doesn’t want to meet them. Giles delivers a well-deserved chewing out to Willow; Willow… does not respond well. She threatens him. Then she seems to snap out of the moment when she threatened him. Giles points out that they still don’t know where Buffy was, or what happened to her. He’s far from convinced she’s come out of all this undamaged.

13. Buffy is outside. On the porch. Spike throws a cigarette at the porch. She overheard their conversation, because they are still terrible at information security. So she feels worse. Spike is actually covering for Giles. Buffy says people’s caring makes it harder; Spike doesn’t understand. Buffy is spending all her time being okay so her friends don’t worry, and it’s exhausting her. Then they see she’s exhausted and things are worse. Spike offers to kill her friends for her. That makes her smile a bit. They sit on the steps. She asks why he’s around when she’s miserable; he says that’s when she’s alone. Neither of them likes crowds. She asks him about money.

14. Dawn meets Giles in the living room. He was reading a book. She suggests mixing all the cereals in a bowl. He offers to be the control group. And someone’s playing with the doorknob. It’s M’Fashnik, who bursts in and throws both of them across the room. Buffy grabs M’Fashnik by the shirt and tells him he’s paying for the door. And the table. He breaks a lamp. They’re both very angry with each other over finances. Buffy’s saving her vase and kicking M’Fashnik around. She puts him in the kitchen. Buffy’s taking him to the basement. They tumble into the basement. Now they’re fighting in the flooded basement. He broke one of the pipes; she’s done with him. She beats him to death with a pipe while ranting about full copper repipes. Spike pokes his head down and asks if they knew the place was flooded.

15. It looks like Jonathan, Andrew, and Creepmeister spent the bank robbery money on a lair. And a flamethrower. And swag. And a periscope. And action figures. But they’re still in Creepmeister’s mom’s basement. They talk about hypnotizing Buffy into a sex bunny. God, I hate them. They are glad they didn’t have to earn anything. Crime is their wormhole.

16. Summers house. Everything is broken. Anya is going through their finances. Buffy is rethinking the charging people thing. Giles knows he’s back because he was knocked out. Buffy wants to know who hired the demon. Willow wants to do a locator spell; Giles stops that with a glance. Xander declares the coffee table dead. Dawn declares the lamp dead. Giles is going to check on Buffy. Buffy doesn’t think she can do this; Giles says she can. He refers to Joyce, who I will note had a successful business, connections in the art world, and didn’t have to spend her nights fighting demons and vampires or start with a huge amount of debt before making things work. He’s positive she can make things work. Buffy goes to answer the phone. Dawn asks if it’s creditors and if she’ll have to quit school and work in a poorly ventilated sweatshop. Giles wants to know what Dawn’s been reading, but it was Angel on the phone. He knows that Buffy’s back. He needs to see her. They’re meeting between LA and Sunnydale. Giles says they should square the bills away; she says she has to go now and thanks him for taking care of the bills for her. Episode end.

Overall: Okay, so, starting at the end: We’re supposed to take Buffy’s inability to deal with her financial trouble as some sign of her poor mental health. Honestly, to me, that - and her forceful delegation of it to the people most able to handle it - is the best thing she’s done for herself since her resurrection. The reality is that she CAN’T handle her financial problems, not just psychologically but practically. She has no job, her house is worth basically nothing (and it’s implied there’s still debt on it), she’s a college dropout with no work experience, a teenager to feed, and three tenants living rent-free, and her personal paperwork can’t possibly be anything but a mess on account of the three months she’s spent dead. A mess that will cost money to straighten out. Money she doesn’t have. She was dead, for months, after giving her own life to save the world, and she’s now getting used to being back in the world. Taking an impossible situation off her own plate is smart, and if nobody’s volunteering to handle it for her, well, she didn’t volunteer for either Slayerdom or resurrection. She really ought to just get a big leather book and write, “To every generation, one is born. She will be called… The Accountant,” give that to Anya, and call it a day on financial worries. Or inform the Council that she’s going to keep saving the world but they have to save her house and keep her afloat financially. Charging PEOPLE to save them is probably morally wrong, yes, but charging the Council instead of providing services for free? Or the government, by way of the military? That seems reasonable to me, and those are things she can likely pull off.

“You are responsible for your own mental health after a traumatic resurrection, the safety of the world and everyone around you, and your own finances” is the unreasonable expectation.

On the topic of the rest of the episode… I actually really liked it. It wasn’t “Amends” or “Hush,” but it was very good. M’Fashnik was a fun villain with interesting motivation (demon wants to be paid, but not in money) and made for good action scenes, getting Buffy up and snarking again was great, Giles’s moments with Buffy and Dawn and even Anya were really heartbreaking/heartwarming, and his moment with Willow did more to sell me the whole “Willow’s magic use is becoming A Problem” thing than any number of oral squamadectomies. The momentary jarring expression and tone of Willow’s threat followed by her immediate terror and inability to recognize what she’d just done was a well-done bit of acting on Alyson Hannigan’s part, and Anthony Stewart Head is just always wonderful.

This is a solid B-tier episode. It’s not one of the best in the series, but it’s good. I just wish the central message of it had worked better.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy season 6 #flooded #season 6

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meanwhileinoz · 7 years ago

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Male Sex Workers Shares Most Absurd Requests By Their Clients

Working in the sex industry is not easy.

People have weird fantasies, and sometimes you have to tolerate that to make a living. The industry is growing, and all sorts of people have entered it. You get to meet different types of people as your clients and experience new things every day.

What kind of experiences? Well, male sex workers on Reddit recently shared the most absurd requests they got from clients like that.

Read their stories below:

I went on a call that was actually just to take a girl to her prom, I met with her mother to hash things out.

– roachezmo

When I was 19 years old I traveled to NYC for a week and visited Shake Shack a few hours after arriving. I called my mom while I was in line and I told her I arrived, yadda yadda.

A man behind me overheard my conversation and asked me if I had any friends or family in town. We sat down together and he bought me a beer. He told me that I was handsome and he wanted to help me out by having me stay at his place. I would have said no but he said he was a doctor and showed me his credentials. He told me he wanted me to walk around his apartment naked and just spend time with him while he wasn’t working.

He paid me $500 a night. When we went to the underground garage a lot of cars had MD on the plates and I even saw a few US Representative plates. I haven’t been to NYC since but he said I’ve always got a place to stay.

Did not have sex and would definitely do again.

– MasterPh0

I was more of like a straight up hooker for a few months a couple years back. All my clients were guys, very diverse. Some were old fat rude men, some middle aged married guys, black, white, Indian, even some younger guys that I thought were very attractive. Most common was them blowing me which I didn’t expect. Least common was this regular I had kept asking me to not shower cause he wanted me to be “ripe”.

– Straight_Drop1

I didn’t have many weird requests, no pervy stuff. Although the most memorable one I can think of was when I was asked to have sex with a 30-something woman in front of her much older husband. She kept yelling things at him in Chinese while we were having sex, as he was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, wearing nothing but underwear, a shirt and a suit jacket. He also looked super pissed every time she yelled something at him.

–KingOfCon

I work as a prosub in BDSM circles. Usually the people are totally average looking.

The least common request was I had a client who wanted to cut my leg off. We wrapped some meat around my leg and he cut that, but that didn’t work for him, he wanted to see the blood.

–ashessnow

I’ve worked as Fin Dom. The usual is cash point meets (I meet the sub at a cash machine, he gives me his debit card and pin, I withdraw what I want as he watches). That’s it really.

–Pollyjuice22

The most odd request, was a gentlemen asked me to pick up his wife in a bar, total strangers, gave me a head shot, mid 40s good looking chick, instructions, pick her up, and take her to a room and have sex with her

Here’s the creepy part, he said he was going to be in the closet!!!

It turned out to be a good deal, we met for years, and at points I escorted both of them to parties and such.

My payment was constant, clothes, gift cards galore, dinners, nights out…

He and I never did anything, just LOTS of sex with his wife

–RylieHumpsalot

I was once asked to peel a banana, then seductively, yet carefully, scrape off the rough outer layer with my teeth, to reveal the more slimy banana flesh within. This was a little strange, but I was totally fine with it, I mean, easy money, right? She then wanted me to insert it, BiV. Needless to say it broke pretty soon, (no doubt she planned this), and the rest of the evening was spent eating banana out of her. I’m sure there’s still some up there to this day

–bigniceboy

But there was one girl. Oh my god. We were the same age, she was covered in tattoos (my favorite of which being a chest piece featuring the time Turner from Harry Potter), pierced nipples and clit, the works. We met up at a motel near where she lives and went at it. After a while, I lit up a cigarette as she laid in bed and she got up suddenly and began to vomit in the bathroom. After about a half hour she comes out and apologizes and proceeds to pull a HUGE bag of prescription pill bottles out of her purse. After she sees my surprise she tells me she has cancer and is trying to have a little fun since her boyfriend did nothing but work to pay her bills but would always be too tired to touch her. There were a lot of times I found out I was a guy on the side but that charge made me particularly sad.

–jakeWolfe87

#10

Least common request? I had a guy once ask me to shit and vomit on him, and then punch him until I broke his jaw. I passed on that one.

–JerFeist

#11

I used to get $25 for letting a man in his 60’s play with my long hair. He was really into it. He had a raging hardon. When we first met, I did it for free because I wanted to try sucking dick. I enjoyed it, but I was like, it’s not my thing. So then he offered to pay me just to sit in his chair and let him shampoo, comb, and play with my hair. For 2 years I got paid $25 per trip.

–lonelyfilthypervert

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