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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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something special

elide x lorcan + rowan x aelin, modern au, proposal/first date fluff, word count: 3580

Rowan raced around the apartment, trying to find something. Lorcan watched him and laughed under his breath, carelessly flipping through his fire department’s monthly magazine. “Lor, come on, man, tell me where it is!”

“I don’t know what it is and I don’t care where it is,” he replied drily, humming into Elide’s good evening kiss as she got home from work, “Evening, gorgeous.”

The nurse laughed warmly and patted his chest, “Hi, baby. You’re looking mighty fine tonight.” She ran an appreciative look over him, tapping her acrylic nail over her bottom lip.

Rowan scowled at his roommate’s girlfriend and his roommate’s salutations. He pointed at them and switched his finger back and forth, “Not loving this right now. E, do you know where my tie is? The dark blue one.”

Elide made a face and sat on the arm of Lorcan’s chair, “The blue one, why that one?” She absentmindedly began to toy with Lorcan’s hair. “We learned that it shortens your jaw. Wear the green one, it’s on top of Lorcan’s drawer.”

He took a step towards Lorcan’s room and paused, “Why?”

“We needed it. Don’t worry, we cleaned it.” Lorcan laughed wickedly, pulling her into his lap and nipped at the skin beneath her jaw. Elide rolled her eyes and shoved his face away, “I was in the ER all day, someone barfed on me and I can still feel it.”

Her boyfriend wrinkled his nose and pushed her away, “Yucky.” Elide patted his cheek and walked away into his bedroom to put her things away. “So, Ro, when’s this girl getting here?”

“8 o’clock, why?”

“Um… it’s seven-fifty five now,” Lorcan answered, not daring to move, not even flipping the page as Rowan skidded out.

“What, no, I checked the clock, I have an hour,” he said.

Lorcan looked up at him and had the decency to fake a wince. Rowan knew his sadistic, nihilist brain couldn’t conceive of emotion. “The clock may have… paused in the power outage last weekend and I may or may not have noticed but put off… switching back. I’m so sorry, Ro. Really, man, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m going to kill you,” the silver-blond man promised. “Where’s my jacket?”

“I hung it on your closet door, I swear.”

Rowan raced in, just as the buzzer sounded and that brilliant, glorious voice spoke up, “Hello, Rowan? It’s Aelin.”

“Let her up but do not talk to her.”

Elide clicked her tongue as she padded out of her boyfriend’s room and walked to the door, “I got it, get your jacket, dear.” She sighed and winked at Lorcan as she pressed the talk button, “Hey, Aelin, come up.” She clicked the unlocking button and pranced over to the kitchen, “L, what do you want to do for dinner? I’m down for whatever.” The petite brunette puttered around the kitchen in her silk robe, getting her tea ready before her shower. She filled the tea kettle and put it on the burner, then perused the collection of teas they had solely for her use.

“I’ll cook,” Lorcan said, a tad too coolly.

“Are you sure? Remember when you burnt your hair?”

He snapped his teeth, “It’ll be fine.”

Elide laughed softly and walked behind his couch as she watered the plants she had brought to ‘liven up’ their apartment. She bent and kissed the top of his head, “Ok, love. You can cook.”

He smiled and then someone knocked on the door. “Let me get that!” Rowan shouted desperately. Elide cackled gleefully and put the watering cup down, bounding over to the door and quickly opening it.

“Hello, you must be Aelin.”

The blonde woman was drop-dead gorgeous. Long, tanned legs that went on for miles, long golden hair that fell in waves. Big, blue eyes with fiery centres of gold, framed by curled lashes, lengthened by mascara. Her plump lips curled into a smitten, giddy grin, bright white teeth with a little gap sinking into her bottom lip. “Yeah, that’s me,” she laughed. “And you must be Elide, the roommate’s girlfriend, I’m hoping?”

Elide laughed and opened the door wider, “Yes, that’s me. Lorcan’s over there, the one with the frown.” Aelin looked over Elide’s shoulder and laughed, no doubt amused by Lorcan’s disgruntled frown. “Ro’s just finishing up, do you want some tea?”

“Oh, I’d lo–”

“Oh, I don’t think we have time for that,” Rowan said as he hurried out and all but shoved Elide out of the way. Elide gasped and returned to Lorcan’s warm embrace for comfort.

“He’s so mean,” she whispered, curling into his lap.

Lorcan hummed and wrapped his arms around her, “He is. I don’t know,” he started to raise his voice, “why a nice gal like Aelin would go out with such a bully.”

Rowan frowned and his eyes promised a slow, painful death for the both of them. The dark couple laughed to themselves and relaxed into each other. “What a funny joke. Aelin, should we go?”

The golden girl laughed warmly, her hand lifting to rest against his chest, “Of course. It was lovely to meet you, Elide, I’ll have to come by for tea someday. It was very nice to meet you too, Mr. Frowny Face.”

Lorcan gasped in offence and narrowed his glare at Aelin as Rowan walked them out. Elide laughed and stood up, walking towards the bathroom, her hips swinging side to side, “Anything I can do to… turn that frown upside down?”

He grinned and followed her into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind them, “Yeah, a couple things, princess.”

☽ ☼ ☾

Great, huge butterflies flapped around her stomach. Aelin smiled nervously at Rowan as he guided her towards their table, her cheeks pinking. “I love this restaurant,” she said, biting her inner cheek as she slid into her seat and adjusted it to her liking. She pushed her hair off her shoulder and rested her chin on her clasped hands.

Rowan sat down and unbuttoned his jacket. He smiled, relief shining in his eyes. Aelin adored the fact that he was as nervous as she and tucked that little bit of pride into her fluttering heart. “I’m glad. I have to admit, I was a little bit nervous about what to pick.” He pulled the menu towards him and looked through it, “What do you reccomend?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Aelin hummed and opened the menu. “It’s all divine. All I know is we must split the chocolate hazelnut cake. It’s my favourite.” Her eyes sparkled at him over the rim of the slim folder. “Shouldn’t we?”

“Of course,” he said, his own cheeks blushing. “I’d love to.”

Aelin hummed happily and sighed, “Oh, I think we’ll get the fried sage leaves to start and then the ossobuco. What about you?”

Rowan closed his menu and smoothed his hands down his legs, “I’m going to get the veal saltimbocca.”

“Oh, if you do, I insist on stealing a bite.” She tilted her head to the side, her eyes on his, “Will you let me?”

Something dropped his stomach and he licked his lips, “Yes. I think I just might.”

Aelin laughed coyly and sipped her water, leaning back in her chair, now exactly where his gaze would fall in her metallic gold silk tank top. Her eyes tracked their waiter as he made his way back to them, “Hello, good sir.”

The young man, his hair a curly mop of brown locks, grinned, “Hello. Can I offer you our wine menu?”

They looked at each other.

Do we dare, Mr. Whitethorn?

A smirk curled his rosy lips.

I say we do.

Aelin scrunched her nose in a delighted way and reached her hand out for it, “Yes, please.” She looked through, scrutinising and pensive. After a golden, wonderful moment, Aelin looked up at him, “Barolo?”

Rowan nodded, feeling at a loss when it came to wines. The waiter nodded and swept away. Aelin looked like him and sat up, “So, tell me about your roommates. They seem to be in that honeymoon phase - are they a new couple?”

Rowan laughed quietly, “Oh, gods, no. No,” he cleared his throat, “they met in kindergarten and hated each other all the way through high school. They’re both military brats and somehow always got sent to the same posts.” He tapped his finger on the table, “They went away for university and second year, Elide transferred here and they met again and… the rest is history. They’re- Lorcan’s asking her to marry him right now, actually.”

Aelin laughed, her hand over her mouth, “Oh my gods, that’s amazing. Oh, I hope she says yes. They’re adorable together.” She paused. “Please don’t tell him I said that. I can always use another nemesis.”

“Yes, well, I assume I will get a very loud text any minute now with the good news.”

She clapped her hands, “Good.” At that moment, their waiter - Luca - came back with the bottle of wine and glasses. He poured Aelin a sample and waited as she sipped and tasted. She nodded and flashed Rowan a wide smile. Luca poured them both glasses and left it on a stand before he blended into the shadows. “So, what shall we toast to?”

Rowan knew it was cheesy and even still he said: “To… love. Love old and… love new.”

Aelin stared at him with heat clouding her eyes, “To love old and love new.”

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Lorcan hummed as Elide hopped off the counter and pulled his shirt over her head. “Baby, no.”

His girlfriend laughed and padded out of the bathroom, “My kettle has been boiling for over an hour, I bet all the water’s gone.” Lorcan tugged on his previously discarded sweat shorts and pushed his damp hair back.

He walked out to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his chin on her head, “I love you, Lochan.”

She hummed, “And I love you, Salvaterre.” Elide shoved him with her elbow as she moved for the honey, “Move, beastie.” Lorcan laughed and stepped back. He leaned against the counter in front of the dishwasher and watched her move to fetch her things.

Elide turned crossly, evidently annoyed by his eyes on her, and frowned at his smile, “What, what’s the smile for?”

“What smile?” he said through his grin.

She clicked her tongue and abandoned her tea to cross her arms, “That smile.” Lorcan pushed off the counter and crossed over to her, halfway bending to sweep her into a long hug. Elide sighed contently and slid her arms around his shoulders, her body melting into him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said, holding her tight and rubbing her back. For months, he’d planned what he was going to say. He’d proposed to Rowan more times than he could count. It had been perfect and as he slid the ring box out of his pocket and took a step backwards, he couldn’t believe he was doing it like this.

Elide opened her mouth to ask him why he stopped hugging her, but then her eyes landed on the sparkling ruby engagement ring and all she could say was: “Oh, love.” She reached for his hand, tears lining her eyes as he smiled and lifted their joined hands to his heart.

“El… I love you. And I had a whole speech prepared and when I proposed to Rowan, he almost cried, but, fuck, I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so,” Lorcan smoothly lowered onto his knee, “will you marry me?”

“Of course, you idiot!”

☽ ☼ ☾

Aelin hummed delightedly as a plate carrying a piece of chocolate-hazelnut cake was placed in the middle of the table. She twirled her fork and ruefully pushed the plate closer to him, “Do you want the first bite?”

Rowan grinned, “Please, I know you’ve been looking forward to it. It’s yours.”

The woman beamed and dug in, her eyes falling half shut. She moaned softly and Rowan took a long sip of his ice water. “It’s so good,” Aelin said, taking another bite and then another. “I would eat this for every meal if I could.”

His phone dinged subtly from his pocket. Aelin saw him shift and buzzed in her seat, “Well? What’s the news?”

Rowan smiled and pulled it out of his pocket. The text was sent from Lorcan’s phone, but it was Elide who wrote it.

bastard: i said yes!!

Attached, Elide had sent a selfie with her hand, showing off the ring. The picture cut off most of Lorcan’s face, showing just his lips pressed to her temple. Rowan had never seen her smile this widely.

He showed his phone to Aelin, who read the text and looked at the picture. She smiled, “That’s so sweet. I’m surprised Lorcan’s taste in jewellery is that good, that ring is gorgeous.”

“I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I did help him pick it out,” Rowan said in a joking manner. Usually, he didn’t find it this easy to talk to someone - certainly not someone like Aelin. She was a barely tamed wildfire and he was certain many had been burned before him. For some reason, though, he didn’t feel like he would be like them.

Aelin’s eyes glittered, “So, you have a lovely taste in pretty, sparkly things, do you? I might just have to remember that for later.” She lifted her wine glass and sipped delicately.

“Later? We have a later now?”

She put her glass down and ran a fingertip over the rim, “Well, I certainly hope so. I’d hate to dress my best and try this hard all for one meaningless dinner.”

Rowan hummed, smiling softly, “It would be such a shame, Ms. Ashryver-Galathynius.”

“Indeed it would.”

Within the next five minutes, the cake had been devoured and they split the bill after Aelin’s fierce insistence. After, Rowan stood to help her into her coat and Aelin dipped to the bathroom as he waited by the entrance.

When she walked out, unaware of every eye in the restaurant on her, Aelin smiled at him, the tip of her pink tongue poking between her teeth. She slipped her hand into his elbow, “Do you want to take a walk? The Florine is just a few blocks away, we could talk.”

Rowan’s brows raised, almost surprised that she had more to say. Elide would laugh and say that he was a cranky, old bastard, but Rowan had never spoken more with another human being. Aelin’s face fell slightly at his look of reproach and her brow crinkled, “What is it? Do you have to be somewhere?”

“No, no, Aelin,” he laughed self-consciously. “I’ve never talked this much and I’m just a bit… shocked that you have more to say.” His cheeks heated.

Aelin laughed merrily and pulled him outside, sliding her hand down to his, “You’re very cute. C’mon, I’m sure we can weasel a few more words from you. And besides,” she looked up at the sky, “the sky is beautiful by the river.”

She started to walk and in that moment, Rowan decided he would follow her to the ends of the earth.

☽ ☼ ☾

Night had fallen long ago.

Aelin stood on her building’s stoop, a few steps above Rowan so that they were eye to eye. She smiled a small smile, her face soft and open. “I had a lovely time tonight, Rowan.” Casually, she reached out and traced her finger over the lapel of his overcoat. “Would you like to get coffee tomorrow, or something?”

Rowan nodded, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets, “I’d love to.”

“Good,” she said. Aelin shifted closer to him, until they were almost sharing a breath. Rowan swallowed once, but he didn’t close the distance to kiss her. Her laugh was hoarse and slightly choked, “So, what do I have to do to get you to kiss me? I’m just wondering.”

He coughed, slightly startled, “Um… just- exactly that.” Aelin smiled triumphantly and laughed softly as he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. Rowan dipped her dramatically and waited for a moment before he pressed a slow, dizzying kiss to her lips.

Aelin gasped softly and gripped his biceps, kissing him back with that fiery passion he’d come to learn she applied to everything in her life.

When they came up for air, their breaths puffing between them, her eyes were wide. Her reddened lips curved to form a perfectly soft, “Oh.”

Rowan laughed huskily, “Yeah, that was… wow.” He took a step backwards, his hands lingering on her waist. “I should let you go now. It’s late and I have a coffee date tomorrow morning.”

Aelin laughed brightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Very gentlemanly of you.” She stepped backwards, towards the front entrance. Aelin pulled the keys out of her pocket and waved her fingers at him as Rowan nodded his head and walked down to the sidewalk. “Goodnight, Rowan.”

“Sweet dreams, Aelin.”

☽ ☼ ☾

Her ring sparkled in the living room light. Elide bit back the giddy grin threatening to erupt over her face and turned her face to her boy- fiancé. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, “I love you.”

Lorcan grinned and gave into her sweet kisses. He slid his hands to the small of her back and pressed her closer to him, “I love you too, princess.” She hummed lowly and pulled away, tracing her fingertips over his cheekbones.

She laughed a bit, “Do you remember the first day we met?”

Lorcan scoffed, “Yeah, no doy.”

Elide rolled her eyes and shook her head, “You’re ridiculous. I’m trying to be sweet and you say no doy like an idiot.” Lorcan laughed, his head tipping back. Elide smacked his chest and twisted so that her back was against his front.

They barely fit on the shitty little couch Lorcan and Rowan still had from university. It was old and beyond ruined, but it was the most comfortable thing on the planet. Lorcan wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his hand on her side, his thumb soothing a circle over her ribcage. “It was the first day of kindergarten. You were wearing two braids with a red ribbon around your head and you had on overalls with a purple shirt.”

She smiled, “Your hair was braided and you were wearing a black t-shirt with a grizzly bear on it and jeans.” Elide tilted her head up to teasingly glare at him, “You stole my good marker.”

He made a pleased noise in the back of his throat, “And fourteen years later, you stole my heart.”

“That I did,” Elide replied, kissing the side of his neck. Lorcan lifted her left hand and they both stared at the glittering engagement ring. “I can’t believe we’re getting married.”

Lorcan grinned and kissed the side of her head, “Well, believe it, love.”

She laughed and settled back into his arms, “We’ve come a very long way, haven’t we?”

“Yes,” Lorcan agreed, wrapping her further in his arms, “we have.”

They fell into a warm, comforting silence, perfectly at ease to lay together and not say a word. Nothing needed to be said.

A few minutes later, when Elide was slowly drifting off, safe and warm in his arms, the front door opened. She sat up, smiling expectantly at Rowan, “Well?” Lorcan shifted beneath her and sat up too. “How was it?”

Rowan’s cheeks were pinked, not just from the cold night. “Um, it went well, yeah.” He shrugged his overcoat off and hung it up on the coat rack. Without looking back at the couple, he spoke while he put his shoes away, “We’re getting coffee tomorrow.”

Elide clapped her hands, “Ooh, yay. It’s because of the green tie.”

Rowan rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen. He emerged with three bottles of beer, “I think I deserve a little credit. She didn’t very well kiss my tie.”

Elide cackled and took the beer he offered to her, her ring shining. “Very nicely done, Ro.” She settled back against Lorcan and sipped from her bottle, waiting for him to notice something.

Rowan handed Lorcan his drink and finally saw Elide’s ring, “Congratulations, you two. Very nicely done, Lor.”

His best friend smiled softly at the girl he loved, “Thanks, man.” Rowan sat down in the armchair, grinning at the two of them. “So, it really went well?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Elide giggled at his face, “Oh, you’re so smitten.”

Lorcan hummed in agreement and drank his beer, “Aw, look, he’s blushing.” Elide hooted and laughed harder when Rowan grumbled and stood up, muttering something about I don’t have to sit here and take this. “Babe, our boy’s all grown up. Soon he’s going to settle down, get married, have a brood of unruly children…”

Elide stood up and walked over to Rowan, holding her arms out for a conciliatory hug, “Oh, c’mere, honey, we’re just joking.” Rowan pouted and accepted her embrace, flipping Lorcan off behind her back. The dark haired woman pulled away slightly, her eyes narrowed inquisitively, “You really like her, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Rowan mumbled, blushing again. “She’s… kinda completely amazing.”

“Oh, is she something special?”

“Yeah,” Rowan said, confident and sure. “She is.”

And she was.

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an: i haven’t written a hetero one shot in so long - i forgot how fun it was !

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angelsswirl · 3 years

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Dodging Angels

The Worst

Rating: M (Language)

Wrd Cnt: 1k+

Chapter Song: The Worst by Jhene Aiko

"Have you heard this song yet?"

Jennie blinked at the question. Of course she hadn't. She hadn't heard anything. She had been rushed over here as soon as she saw Joel. He had barely given her any information.

The first she had heard of this collab was during the meeting, and even then she was barely able to get a word out edgewise. In fact, Lisa spoke more than her. But, that wasn't really a surprise.

This was the only time she had gotten to actually talk to you. An artist she hadn't even heard of as of this time the day before.

Well, actually. That's a lie. She had heard a few songs of yours and had liked many more, but you didn't have to know that. Especially now, because all Jennie wants to do at this point is get this over with and get back to her own work.

"No."

"Oh." You frowned. Talking to Jennie was like talking to a picket fence. The woman obviously didn't want to be here just as much as you didn't, if not more.

"So, um I think one of the producers queued up the demo for us. I'll press play." You do just as you say. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Absorbing the bass of the song.

Your hips start to sway on their own accord. And you smiled brightly.

The song ends and you open your eyes to see Jennie sitting back in her seat with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Did you not like it?" You asked, confusion obvious in your voice.

Jennie doesn't answer. Instead she stands up and opens the door to the recording station.

"Press the record button."

You rolled your eyes at the tone but pressed the button anyway. You couldn't help yourself. You were curious to see what this asshole thought she could do to make this song better than it already was.

The studio door opened and you smiled warmly at the newcomer.

"Hi, Samuel." Samuel was your favorite producer to work with. He was easily the nicest and the most cooperative.

"Hi, Y/NN. Um, what is she doing?" You looked through the glass window.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

The two of you stare curiously into the booth.

Jennie placed the headphones meticulously on her skull. She took a deep breath and started to sing.

Sorry if it's hard to catch my vibe, mmm

I need a lover to trust, tell me you're on my side

Are you down for the ride?

It's not easy for someone to catch my eye

But I've been waitin' for you for my whole damn life

For my whole lifetime

"Dammit!" You angrily pressed the mute button. Making sure Jennie couldn't hear you.

"What do you mean? She's good, Y/NN!" Samuel stares on in astonishment.

"Exactly! Don't you get it?! She's a cocky bitch. But she has every right to be. This would've been much better if she sounded like a dying rat with that attitude. Then I could easily disprove it. But no she just had to have the voice of a Korean-New Zealander."

"How did you know she's from New Zealand?"

You blushed slightly, "I did some uh research during that 'restroom break' I took. Also, I can hear her speak. Stop looking at me like that."

Samuel rolled his eyes, "So why are you surprised if you've looked her up? Shouldn't you have known?"

"I only listened to her most viewed music videos which were all of her rapping. No wait, there was one that popped up on my 'Reccomended' on Spotify. I listened to that, but that's it. Stop looking at me like that, Sam!"

"Whatever. If you're feeling so threatened, get in there and show her about that range you got." He gestured for Jennie to come out and practically pushed you into the booth.

You take the headphones and smirk. You're nothing if not a show off.

I've been so into your mystery

Is it because of our history?

Are you into me?

When it feels so good, but it's bad for you

Can't say I don't want it 'cause I know I do

Come on over, I need your company

Cravin' that synergy

"Hmm. She's not bad. Sounds good." Jennie compliments with a pleasantly surprised look on her face.

Samuel briefly wondered what the hell his boss got him into with these two, he paused the music.

"You haven't seen anything yet. She can start getting a little annoying in there with the adlibs if I let her. Hey Y/NN, go crazy. It's feeling a little too vanilla for me. Redo the chorus." Samuel turned to the Korean woman next to him with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Now Jennie, I know you lived in New Zealand for a bit, but where'd you grow up here, in the states."

Jennie nodded along theen answered, "Oakland, California."

"Wonderful. Now here's what I need you to do. This song is about to be big just the way it is straight off the demo, I feel that in my bones. I need you and Y/N to take it to the next level. Please go in there and throw some bay area flavor on this."

Jennie smiled the brightest she had all day, they bump fists, "Yes, sir."

The brunette all but skipped into the booth.

"That was great, guys! Same time tomorrow for a little clean up." Samuel waved to the pair of you as he walked out the door.

"Bye, Sam." You sighed to yourself. You'd been satisfied with the progress made that day. And it seemed Jennie was at the very least no longer frowning, which was...pleasant.

"I listened to some of your music earlier. You're really good."

"Oh really? What was your favorite?" A sly smirk crosses Jennie's face.

"Drifting."

The smirk dropped off the woman's face so quickly, you had to laugh, "What? Did you think I was going to say I Mean It or Look Alive? That's one thing you should know about me, Ms. Kim. I see right through that fake persona you've got going on." You leaned casually against the wall. You finally felt like you had the upper hand and it felt just as good as you thought it would.

"And what 'fake persona' do you think you see through, Ms. Y/N?" She leaned forward in her seat, fake curiosity plastered on her face.

"You don't do all that stuff in your songs. Fuck bitches, get high off whatever substance is handed to you. Uh uh. That ain't you."

Jennie grits her teeth, this conversation was sounding awfully familiar, "How would you know this? Where's your evidence?"

"Where are you from, Jennie?" You popped off the wall and took a step closer to the woman.

"What the fuck, why?"

"You walk like your dick is gigantic. You think you're hot shit, huh? I see that."

The smirk comes back. It prods and pokes at your proud demeanor until it's almost completely dismantled. Jennie stood up. She stepped directly into your face.

"Oh, Baby girl. My dick is gigantic." Jennie whispered into your ear. You cursed the goosebumps that instantly sprouted along your throat and arms.

In a last ditch attempt, you turned around swiftly. Making sure to clip Jennie in the face with part of your ponytail.

You grab your purse and strut out of the room without another word or glance. You at least gets some semblance of satisfaction when you feel Jennie's eyes on your ass.

"Oh my god! I can't stand that bitch." You paced the length of your penthouse livingroom while scrolling through your Instagram. Steam practically seeped from your ears.

Your best friend, Ten, just watched to make sure you didn't trip on the white, fluffy rug. He bought that for you and would be damned if you got any blood on it.

"She thinks just because she can show up with her timbs, baggy flannel, and voice better than sex that she can be a cocky asshole. Have you ever hated someone so much you wanted to shove their dick down your throat just to shut them up?" This time you get really close to tripping and decided you can still be pissed if you're standing still.

"I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just say that to me with your whole chest. Okay, wait. I'm confused. If you hate her so much why are you working with her?" Ten asked. He wondered if you remembered that he followed you on Instagram and could definitely see you liking all of Jennie's pictures in real time. He decided to bring that up on another day.

"Irene said I don't have a choice. It's supposed to help me get that Grammy. Besides, the song is almost done. After promotions I'll never have to see her again." You moved to sit next to your friend. Your nose scrunched up comically.

"I don't think you want that last part." Ten smiled slyly.

"What are you talking about?"

"You made your 'I don't like that' face."

"You just made that dumb shit up."

"No, I didn't. Whenever you don't like something your nose scrunches up and you look like you just smelled something terrible. Which, I guess you did. It was the scent of loneliness."

You slapped Ten's arm, "I hope you die in your sleep tonight." The taller boy chuckled, "No you don't. You would literally cry over my body so hard you'd drown in your own tears."

"Wow, okay, Halsey. I take it back." Ten glared at you but opened his arms in embrace, "Come on, let's watch The Good Place and cuddle."

You fall into the boy's arms petulantly, "Fine, but only because Eleanor's bisexual panic over Chidi and Tahani is hilarious."

Songs Mentioned:

Love Lies by Khalid and Normani (Jennie and Reader

Drifting by Tory Lanez and G-easy (Jennie)

I Mean It by Remo and G-easy (Jennie)

Look Alive by BlocBoy, JB, and Drake (Jennie)

#jesssica's fanfic #blackpink fanfic #blackpink #Dodging Angels #jennie fanfic #jennie x reader

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ssajj · 4 years

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The Anchor

You own a bookstore. One day, Luke comes in.

2.1k, gn!reader. Pure fluff.

You wake up early on Monday morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. The light is streaming in through your window, your cat blinking sleepily at you when you rise. You give her a gentle kiss on her head, smiling when she starts to purr.

"Morning, sweetie," you greet. She stays there as you get dressed. Today, you pick one of your go to outfits, knowing you'll be comfortable and confident in it. Your friends have accused you of being a cartoon character before, saying that you only wear the same couple of outfits. That's okay, though.

By eight, you're in front of your store. It's your pride and joy, a product of working long hours at an odd assortment of jobs until you could afford to rent this space. Ever since you were little, you'd dreamt of owning a bookstore, picturing yourself sipping coffee in there while you and the love of your life watch people browse the shelves.

You don't have a significant other, but you do have the store and a mug of coffee. Two out of three isn't bad, you tell yourself, even if it's hard not to notice that your bed is cold.

Soon after you get inside, you flip the lights on and unlock the doors. You had a couple employees that would come in sometimes, but you always handled Mondays on your own. They were both college students, so the idea of making their Mondays even worse had made you feel bad. Besides, sometimes it was nice to be the only one. Mornings were generally pretty quiet, so it gave you time to relax and read a little bit. That's what you decide to this morning, grabbing a book off your stack of advanced copies and taking it with you to the front desk.

An hour in, the only customer you've seen is a regular, a wonderfully sweet old woman named Ms. Thomas. She's always trying to set you up with her grandchildren in the hopes that it'll give her a family discount. You adore her.

Not long after she leaves, a man rushes in, looking frazzled. You've never seen him before, but holy hell, is he attractive. He's somehow pulling off the tight t-shirt look without looking like a complete asshole, black curly hair windblown in a way that suggests he ran here.

"Hey!" You chirp, putting your book down. "Can I help you with anything?"

He glances over at you like he hadn't seen you there. Figures. He was attractive enough that you probably weren't even noticeable to him. "Yes. God, yes. It's my co-worker's birthday, and I totally blanked on getting him a gift. He loves books."

"Do you know what he likes to read?" You ask, looking over at the shelves behind him like the perfect title was just going to fall on the floor. After a beat of silence, you turn your attention back onto him. He's just staring at you. "Hello? Sir?"

There's a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. "Sorry. Just- he likes pretty much everything? I've seen him read things from children books to an entire textbook on astrophysics."

You frown. "You work with a guy that reads astrophysics textbooks for fun?"

"Sure do," he replies, laughing. "I'm afraid that I'll get him something he already owns, even though he'll probably be too polite to tell me."

"Hm," you say, drumming your desk as you think. "Well, in my opinion, you really can't go wrong with Russian literature."

"I think he likes Russian literature?" The poor man looks so confused.

"Do you want me to just pick something?"

"Oh, please."

You laugh, standing up and going over to your favorite bookcase. After a few seconds, you pull a couple paperbacks and bring them back over to the man. "I'd reccomend any of these. If your friend likes Russian literature, he's definitely read all the classics, but these guys are pretty uncommon. Honestly, it's probably dumb to have them in my inventory, I just love them so much. My all time favorite Russian book is The Idiot, I-" you cut yourself off, embarasment sweeping through you. "Sorry. Just rambled a little bit at you."

He smiles warmly at you. "No, it's okay. I didn't mind."

The blush doesn't leave your face. God, did he have to be nice, too? It isn't enough that he's hot? You cough a little in an attempt to calm yourself down. "So, what are you interested in purchasing?"

"Oh, I'll just take all of them," he says, still smiling.

"Really?"

He nods.

You start scanning the books, telling him his total as you slide them into a paper bag. Once you're done and he's paid, you hand it over.

"Thanks so much for your help…"

"Y/N," you tell him.

"Y/N," he repeats, smiling seemingly softening. "Nice to meet you. I'm Luke."

"Well, Luke, I hope your coworker doesn't already have these books."

As he leaves, you watch him.

A week later, Luke comes into the shop again. He looks pretty lost, eyes wandering over until they settle on you from where you're shelving some new releases. One of your employees, Andi, is at the desk where you were last time Luke was in.

"Hey!" You greet him. "Did your coworker like the books?"

"He did, actually!" Luke says, once again smiling at you. Maybe he was just one of those golden retriever guys or something. "He was surprised you had some reccomendations he hadn't already read."

You nod. "Well, that is part of my job."

He laughs like you said something funny. Neither of you says anything for a moment. "Do you need help finding anything?"

"No, I uh- I just wanted to thank you for your help last time."

Huh. You've never had someone come back just to thank you. It's kind of cute. "Of course."

After he leaves, Andi comes over to you, a devilish grin on their face. "He was cuuuuuute," they sing, throwing an arm around you.

"Andi!" You laugh, lightly shoving them off with your hip. "Settle down there, buddy."

"He's totally into you! Who comes back just to thank the person who sold them books?"

You shrug. "Luke, apparently."

"Or he likes you!"

"Aren't you supposed to be working?"

The third time you see Luke, it isn't even at the bookstore, but rather the coffee place you frequent across the street. As you wait in line, you see him slumped over one of the tables. Once you grab your coffee, you head over.

"Luke?"

His head whips up so fast that you worry about his neck. "Y/N! Hi! Do you want to sit down?"

You nod, taking the seat across from him. Technically, you're on your lunch, and Andi knows to text you if they're getting too overwhelmed. "You look kind of tired."

He winces. "Do I look that bad?"

"No! Sorry," you groan, covering your mouth with your hand. "I should just shut up."

"It's okay, seriously." He takes a sip of his coffee. "Work is keeping me busy."

"What do you do?"

"I'm an agent with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit," he says.

You whistle. "Sounds dangerous. Hope you get paid a lot."

You're starting to figure out that Luke laughs with his whole body. It's terribly endearing. "It's very dangerous," he agrees. "But I love being able to help people, and my team is great. How long have you been at the bookstore?"

"Oh, I own it. Opened up last year."

"That's awesome!" He says, and it sounds like he means it.

Andi texts you soon after, so you and Luke say your goodbyes.

"You missed him!" Andi says, rushing over to you. Bo, your other employee, is standing behind them and shaking his head. "Your man was here."

"I don't have a man?"

Andi stomps their foot on the ground like you're the ridiculous one in this situation. "Luke!"

You look over to Bo for a better explanation. "Luke came in this morning and bought a book."

"Ah," you say. "What did he get?"

"The Idiot."

It's hard not to melt into the floor.

The next time, it isn't Luke, but two of his coworkers. A man and a woman come into the store, asking for you by name. When Bo fetches you, they both have wide grins on their faces.

"Can I help you guys with anything?"

"Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about," the woman says. "We work with Luke."

The man nods. "I've never actually seen Luke willingly read anything before he came here. I'm Spencer, by the way. But I don't shake hands."

"I'm Penelope!"

You've done research on the BAU since Luke told you his occupation and learned that his job deals mostly with hunting down serial killers. You cannot imagine these two people doing that. It's hard to imagine Luke doing it, too. "I'm Y/N."

Penelope smirks. "Oh, we know."

"Are you the one he bought books for?" You ask Spencer.

He perks up like he's been waiting for you to bring it up. For the next twenty minutes, you discuss Russian literature as Penelope wanders aimlessly around the store.

As they're leaving, you hear Penelope whisper. "Y/N would be good for him."

Ms. Thomas gets to meet him not long after. You're chatting with her about her family as he comes in. You feel your heart rate pick up a little bit when your gaze locks on his.

"Who is that?" Ms. Thomas whispers, nudging you gently. "He's awfully handsome."

You shush her as Luke walks over. "You're just as bad as Andi."

Once he arrives, he introduces himself to Ms. Thomas before focusing his attention on you. "Heard some of my coworkers came by to bother you."

"They were nice! Spencer and I talked for a while. Didn't realize you'd talked to them about the store."

Luke shifts around on his feet. "Well, I mostly just talked to them about you."

"Ooooooo," Ms. Thomas butts in, causing you and Luke's cheeks to both flush.

You turn to her. "Oh my god!"

"Fine, fine, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," she says, beelining to Andi presumably to talk about you and Luke.

"Sorry about her."

Luke laughs. "She seems fun."

"Trust me, she is," you shake your head. "But, uh, you've been talking about me?"

"Yeah," Luke says, holding his hand out. After a second, you realize that it's a silent request for his hand, that he hadn't just wanted to grab it with no warning. You give it to him. "I like you a lot, Y/N. I started reading The Idiot the other day. That book is like 600 pages!"

You giggle, making his smile grow even wider.

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Yeah. Yeah, you can."

When Luke isn't on a case, he visits you at the bookstore every day. It's been months since the first initial date, but your heart still flutters every time you see him, every time you see his face soften when he looks at you.

You've never been in love before. You think it feels an awful lot like this, though.

"Hey, babe," he greets, coming over to give you a quick kiss. "We just landed, figured I'd come say hi before I go crash at my apartment."

"Did it go well?" You're already pretty sure it did, since someone would have updated you otherwise. But it's always good to check and see if you need to hold Luke as tight as you can. So far, it's the best way to comfort him after a bad case.

"It did," he tells you, shrugging. "It was a tough one, but we got the guy at the end. And I got to punch him in the face."

That makes you roll your eyes, even as you grab his hands to check for bruising. There is a little bit, so you press a kiss to his knuckles.

"Can you come by later?" He asks, looking oddly nervous.

You smile. "Yeah, of course."

"I can handle the store if you want to go now!" Andi calls.

You and Luke roll your eyes. "Andi, you are way too invested in my relationship."

They narrow their eyes. "So?"

Luke hugs you before he leaves, burying his face against the crook of your shoulder. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Mm, okay. Love you, Y/N."

You tense up and he pulls back. It's the first time he's said it. "I-"

"Did you mean it?"

He flushes. "I mean. Yeah. Of course. You're pretty impossible not to love."

"I love you too, Luke."

#luke alvez insert #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x y/n #luke alvez #reader x luke alvez #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds #luke alvez fic #criminal minds fic #dorothywrites

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hercleverboy · 3 years

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🧩! i’m minoring in sociology so i’m taking criminology this semester (i haven’t taken any soc. classes before, because i was og going to minor in criminal justice), but i have loved (i don’t think that’s the right word, interested? idk) true crime forever and ever!

one of the cases i’m interested in is ted bundy (i know, i know), but the way he was able to blend into society, and get away with those murders? oh my god. and the movie with zac efron? it’s one of my favorites, and i’m eh about them romanticizing serial killers, but i thought zac portrayed him in a way that he wasn’t romanticized, esp. with the victims at the end?

n e way, congrats on 1k, my love! you deserve it!

muah!

🧩 let’s talk about unsolved murders/cases!

hi there rose! thank you so much, and thank you for participating!

and it’s cool to hear you’re taking criminology, you’re gonna love it. I’ve always loved true crime stuff too (I’m sure ‘loved’ is an okay word to use), so I’m glad you picked this one to ask!

so, ted bundy; (i apologise in advance for the damn near essay i’ve written you asddjfhk)

tw: murder, animal abuse, domestic violence, child abuse.

bundy is of course one of the first names that comes to mind when we talk about serial killers. he’s as notorius as jeffrey dahmer, john wayne gacy, and even richard ramirez (la’s very own ‘night stalker’).

one of the most interesting things serial murderers is that there’s this widespread idea that they were born that way. i’d heavily disagree and instead argue that serial killers aren’t born, they’re made.

when you look into bundy’s childhood and home life, you’ll see that the environment he was raised in likely hugely impacted him. he never knew his father, and was raised by his maternal grandparents for the first three years of his life so that his mother could avoid the backlash she’d recieve for having a child out of wedlock. bundy resented his mother for never telling him the true identity of his father, though many family members claimed that his father was actually his abusive grandfather (though this was never proven.)

in interviews, bundy spoke warmly of both his grandparents, particularly with how he looked up to his grandfather, samuel cowell. this seems a nice sentiment until you find out that cowell was not a good role model for a young impressionable boy. he was described as a ‘tyrannical bully’, and often abused his wife and the family dog.

with cowell being the only father figure in bundy’s life, it isn’t difficult to see why he became what he did. (although let me make it clear that his childhood traumas in no way excuse the crimes he committed, nor the horrid fashion of them. but it has to be considered whether these events set bundy up for a life he couldn’t have escaped from)

when you consider the environment he grew up in, and the behaviour he learned from a man he looked up to, you have to wonder how he ever could’ve been anything else? children learn from and immitate behaviour they see from their superiors, so being raised in such an envrionment would of course effect bundy psychologically. (i’d look into bandura’s social learning theory if this idea is interesting to you)

ted’s behaviour is what i find the most interesting. he was charasmatic and handsome, and those traits alone would explain why he blended into society so expertly. its a common myth, the idea that serial killers all have to be dysfunctional, incapable of living normal lives. this is not the case. they hide in plain sight, and because they blend in so effortlessly, they are often overlooked by law enforcement and the public.

(for example the BTK killer dennis rader, who killed ten victims in and around kansas, was married with two children, had served honourably in the us air force and was employed as a local government official.)

then of course if you take into account how he entrapped his victims- by pretending to be injured or disabled- they never would’ve seen it coming, not when he was held to such a high standard in the community.

and then eventually, after nearly a decade of denying his role in the murders, he confessed to thirty murders before his execution in 1989, though the real number of murders is believed to be much higher. if you watch the docuseries on netflix (the ted bundy tapes; which i would highly reccomend), you’ll see that hundred’s gathered outside to sing, dance and even set of fireworks outside the prisonhe was being executed in. (you could even hear them chanting ‘burn, bundy, burn’)

i really liked zac efron’s portrayal of bundy, and i agree with you on how they didn’t attempt to romanticise him or his crimes. and rightfully so, because while i’m fascinated by serial killers such as him, and am so interested in the reasoning behind why someone would commit such heinous crimes, we can’t forget the victims and the famillies who suffered such tragic losses.

Much love to you, rose!

kate’s 1k celebration 🦋

#hercleverboy 1k🦋#sorry if this was more than what you wanted #if you couldn’t tell I could talk about this stuff for hours #once I started typing I couldn’t stop #rose 🌹

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crazy-purple-kitten · 4 years

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I had an idea, so presenting to you my story based on the album Splittsville by Teddy Hyde because song metaphors are boring but stories simply based off of the titles of songs and a few lyrics are not. The album cover and descriptions (and text versions) of the links will be under the cut, but for simplicity: any links in the text will be links to lyrics where I was directly inspired by them, links in the songs are the songs on YouTube, and the link above is a full album stream on YouTube!

Jet Plane - You are flying in a jet plane, flying through the sky, but there’s a big storm. You can’t see anything through the dark clouds, and the plane ends up crashing, into a field with a bright blue sky and no signs of clouds. There's a forest of orange autumn trees, a red house, and a water tower around you, indicating a quaint fall town. (that link might not work so here)

Welcome to Splittsville - The people of town welcome you, maybe too warmly, as if you just moved in, but there’s no time to worry about that because they’ve already whisked you away to go on a tour of the town, and besides, they’re so nice!

Abington’s Arcade - The first stop on your tour! You visit Abington’s Arcade with the group of townspeople. There’s a couch, and a keyboard on the wall, and there’s a freshly broken treadmill, and a TV in the lobby. You spend the day way playing video games, except when you come out, it still seems to be early in the day.

Lazy Bones Bowl-O-Drome - The next stop on your tour is the Lazy Bones Bowl-O-Drome! Bowl your worries away and be at ease!

Channel 01 Clown - (This one was harder to fit into the story, but I tried my best!) You are hired on to Channel 01 to be a fun-loving clown for the many! But alas, fewer and fewer people like clowns these days... well, off to the next stop on the tour then! The townspeople must be waiting outside!

Like the Movie by Eddy Crowley - Time to snuggle up on the couch, watch a few movies, and maybe yearn a little bit.

Terry’s Taxidermy - (This one is probably my favorite, but warnings for mild body horror(it’s not graphic or anything, but it’s definitely there) and death on the song and paragraph for this song) Time to visit Terry’s Taxidermy, where everything is a memory preserved forever, with bright smiles and lifeless joyful eyes! But you must’ve come in at the wrong time, because he is nowhere to be seen. In fact, there is a funeral being held for him right now. Sadly, he tried to taxidermy himself, having a journal reading,

And I’ve got a heart pumping messy blood And all these parts I could better cut And quit the farce of these imperfect guts Contemplation

Apparently, he was ‘not a man of foresight’ and removed his eyes first, leading to ‘less than his best work’, leading to a closed casket funeral. Well, that’s... disconcerting. You are all about to say a prayer, but the casket gets bumped, and the body falls out...

The Pack of Vultures - Forget about that last thing, kid, let’s all go take a walk in the forest! Look over there, a pack of vultures!

Target - Time to go shopping at the local grocery store, with a small side of more yearning!

Presser Diamond Co. - Time to visit those smoke stacks in the distance, where all the diamonds being sold at Presser Diamond Co. are being made! The machines whir and clog up the air with smoke as they put pressure on all the coal, turning it into diamonds.

Dead Man - Everything goes to chaos, it seems to far away and too real and crisp as you try to make your way out of this town, out of Splittsville, leave this town, leave Splittsville, leave your home, wait no no it’s not your home, what’s going on.

The album cover for Splittsville by Teddy Hyde, no discernable artist/modeler could be found, presumably Teddy Hyde himself made the cover

Links:

full album stream on youtube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OwdlWLupTk&t=2030s

Jet Plane - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JWUzyPbfWk

Welcome to Splittsville - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgkB6YBQRxY

Abington’s Arcade - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFUuo5tRd6g

Lazy Bones Bowl-O-Drome - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PoF6KgmgIg

Channel 01 Clown - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lE-5YK9sZg

Like the Movie by Eddy Crowley - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Omi2i5pnPvE

Terry’s Taxidermy - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrJhcuqdClQ

The Pack of Vultures - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBddm0wRLfY

Target - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFIsvPnqpeA

Presser Diamond Co. - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-tWRWPpWYw

Dead Man - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hETUGmNCoRA

I fully reccomend listening to the album!

#mywriting #teddy hyde #splittsville #this was fun to do but apparently i write really slow so its been a bit #im proud though :) mostly because i never write anymore #and if you do like to see the deeper meanings you can look on genius.com which has the lyrics of lots of songs and people can put what they #think the lyrics mean #its a really cool website and it's where the lyric links go to :)#mystuff

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d--vine · 5 years

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☘Collecting Dew💦

This is an intoxicating practice I do quite often. In the foggy mornings it feels like you might be the only one awake, and the earth is paying attention to you. It is a conversation.

materials:

a small, clean and absorbent cloth

a clean bowl, preferably wood or glass

Clothes you can get sorta yucky

An intention associated with dew collection

A vessel for your finished product

uses for dew

Fae offerings 💫

Glamours for purity or beauty 🌹

Friendship/love spells 🌻

Scrying or moon water 🌕

Spirit work spells 💀

Offerings for deities that you feel might jive with it 💌

Beauty products that have water in the ingredient list 💄

Sigil drawing👁

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wake up early, 5-6:30am. Have some water and dress warmly. Go outside and take a deep breath, notice your surroundings and the sounds going on around you. Kneel down and feel the wet grass and the earth beneath you. Begin the conversation.

Take your cloth and begin dabbing it in the grass, keeping your intention in mind, collecting up the dew, and wring it out in your bowl. When you have the desired amount dab up some more and wring it out back unto the earth and thank her for her gift.

Go back inside and strain/boil your water if there is a lot of debris in it or if you use chemicals in your yard. Despite the general purity of dew this is a precautionary measure that I would reccomend. Pour it into your vessel and hold it in your hands, meditating on your intention and allowing it to be held inside, seeping into every atom of water.

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I use dew water for beauty and peace. Taking a clean makeup pad i use just for dew or a wash cloth and massage it onto your face as something to incorporate into your skincare routine. I have also rinsed my hair with it, and just poured it all over myself before or after a bath. Because it makes me feel like a fairy.🧚🏼‍♀️

#witch #witches #witchcraft #witch aesthetic #witchblr #green witch #baby witch #witch altar #magical #water magic #beauty #spells #spellbook #book of shadows #divination #divinity #scryingbowl

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endless-vall · 4 years

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Old friends - Thomas x Isobel (MC) fanfic

Summary: Isobel and Thomas used to be childhood best friends, but lost touch after she moved at the age of fourteen. Now, moving back to Goldcliffe, Isobel wasn’t expecting to see Thomas again. But sometimes surprises turn to be the best things in your life.

Author’s note: I know the ‘childhood best friends’ trope is so cliche’, But I’ve never actually got the chance to write one. So here’s one ~

This is going to be a series (not exactly a story with chapters, but it is reccomended to read all parts for a better understanding of the story). This is the first one, hope you’ll enjoy it!

Isobel strolled through the department store isles, furrowing her eyebrows when she couldn’t find the school supplies she had to get for Zoey.

“Let’s see,” She scanned the shelves in front of her for something, anything to cross off her list.

Finally - a five section binder appeared before her eyes like the savior she needed. At least this trip to the store wasn’t a complete waste of time.

And she was in luck, it was the very last binder on that shelf.

With a victory smile Isobel strode off towards the shelf and rose to her tiptoes, grabbing the binder just as another hand grabbed at it from the other side.

“Hey, I was going to--” She starts to argue, turning towards the man who grabbed her binder a second before she could call it hers, but stopped in her tracks when she realized the figure standing in front of her looked familiar. Too familiar to be a coincidence.

In mere moments, her eyes scanned the charming man standing in front of her, his eyes having a familiar glint she couldn’t put her finger on.

“Wait--” Her eyes widened with realization. “Tom?!”

There he was, her childhood best friend, Thomas Mendez, standing in front of her.

He certainly was much more handsom than she remembered him, but he was still her adorable nerdy Tom.

“Izzy?!” Realization hit him too, and before they could completely process the situation, they both wrapped their arms around each other and colided into a tight hug.

After what felt like forever, not that Isobel was complaining, they finally broke apart.

She needed that hug, if she was being honest, and it seemed Thomas needed it too.

“I can’t believe it. It’s been what... Fifteen years?” Thomas asked, shaking his head and looking her over again, as if he was trying to check she was real.

“Almost sixteen, yeah,” She was barely able to believe it herself.

She knew that Thomas lived somewhere around this area, but she haven’t really given it thought with work, the move, and Zoey on her mind 24/7. She certainly wasn’t expecting to just run into him like that.

“Time sure flys.” Thomas nodded, trying to find the balance between once being best friends, and now barely knowing each other. They were now completely different people than they were when she last seen him - at the age of fourteen.

“It does. And still, it feels like just yesterday we were playing under that pine tree, or sneaking off to aunt Hilda’s house after hours, just to eat some freshly baked cookies and listen to her stories.” Isobel reminisced.

Thomas laughed warmly. “Oh god, you’re right. I haven’t had cookies that good in YEARS.” Now they were laughing together.

“Well, you can definitely keep the binder,” Thomas finally let go of it, and Isobel tossed it into her shopping bag.

“What are you doing here in Goldcliffe anyway?” Thomas asks her, as they started walking together with him showing her around all the good places for school supplies.

“I... Just moved here, actually.” She admits, suddenly catching herself blushing a little.

Why was she blushing at him?

It was just Thomas. they were friends since day one at the first grade.

“You moved back here?” Thomas didn’t hide the smile forming on his face.

“Yeah, my daughter, Zoey, got accepted to Bernhardt, and since it’s such a good school, I decided it was worth to move back. Although being back here does bring back all kinds of memories.” Isobel got lost in thought for a moment.

“Good memories, I hope?” Thomas peeked at her and caught her off guard. He was almost blushing himself, as if he was asking some unspoken question.

“Oh, definitely good, of course. But also some sad ones like having to move, and say goodbye to all my friends and start over someplace else.” Isobel explained.

When she was fourteen, her father got a job offer in a different town, far away from Goldcliffe, and the entire family moved. She haven’t really been to Goldcliffe since, but when she met Guy at College they hit it off by striking a conversation about Goldcliffe, and how they never met back there.

Thinking about it now, Isobel was glad she never ran into Guy while she lived at Goldcliffe, and that couldn’t ruin her memories of this place.

“Well, it looks like you did a wonderful job. You say you have a daughter, Zoey? Right? I bet she’s as brilliant as you are.” Thomas throws another thing from Isobel’s shopping list into her bag, and ticks some off his list as well.

“She’s much more briliant than I ever was. She’s honestly the best thing in my life.” Isobel beams whenever she talks about Zoey, and this time is no different.

“I noticed you have a school supply list too.” She motions to his own list, her tone asking...

“Her name is Luz. She’s the light of my life, as well. I guess we still have things in common, even after all this time.” Thomas answers, still smiling although his eyes tell a little different story, but Isobel isn’t sure if she should pry.

“So you moved here with your...” But here came the question, and Isobel wasn’t able to catch herself before she sighed.

For some reason it was too easy to be herself around Thomas, even if she haven’t seen him for more than a decade.

“Her father is out of the picture... It’s just me and her. Been that way for a while now... Four years, actually.” Isobel explains, her shoulders shrugging.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m a single father too, actually.” He puts a hand over her shoulder. Somehow comforting, even though she should probably be the one comforting him.

“But Soledad-” Isobel starts to protest. Guy was a horrible person, but Soledad seemed to be an incredible woman. Isobel was actually present at Thomas and Soledad’s wedding, although she never really got to talk to him past congratulating him.

“Passed away... Two years ago. Well, passed away is putting it mildly. Killed is more appropriate.” Thomas’s expression turns angry, angrier than Isobel had ever seen him.

“Killed??” Her mouth hangs open.

“It was a car accident on paper. Unofficially? Her brakes failed. Manufacturer defect.” He explains.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Thomas.” She reaches for him. Now it her turn to assure him.

A few moments pass, they’re standing in silence, as Thomas draws comfort from her.

“How’s Luz taking it?” Isobel dares to ask, finally, barely audibly.

“Honestly? Not great. With my job Solded was usually the alpha-parent. Now I’m struggling to find the right words and Luz acts out in school.

We’re holding it together, but it’s not easy. But I’m sorry to dump this all on you on your first day back.” Thomas shakes his head, and tries to plaster back his smile and change the subject.

“No... No, it’s okay. I can’t imagine how hard it is to lose a spouse. Although I definitely know a lot about struggling.” Isobel resume their walking, her hand still intertwined somehow with Thomas’s.

“Thank you...” Thomas nods, and suddenly it sounds as if he can breath more easily.

“It’s good to have you back, you know?” He tells her, as they finally find the last of their supplies, and head towards the counter.

“It’s good to have a friend here, too.” Isobel smiles at him warmly.

At least she won’t feel all alone in Goldcliffe, and putting on a brave face for Zoey won’t be as hard anymore.

After finally ringing up all their supplies, Isobel turns to look for Zoey in the fantasy books isle.

Thomas is still walking alongside her, excited to meet the little one.

“You know, since we’re both single parents now... We could definitely help each other,” Thomas suggests, as they approach the isle and Zoey comes into view.

“Oh, I’m counting on that. Besides catching up and helping me find ultra-fine pens you’re definitely going to help me with this Berthardt’s crowd and stuff,” Isobel orders, and Thomas chuckles lightly.

“I’m not sure if I can really help with that, I don’t exactly fit in either, but it would definitely be a life-saving experience to hang out with you during those boring parent-meetings.”

Isobel laughs. “We’ll just have to find something else you could help me with,” She winks at him.

“And you could teach me how to braid Luz’s hair, since I can’t do that for the life of me.” Thomas answers, as Zoey finally raises her eyes and notices her mom getting closer.

“Mom!” Zoey calls excitedly and runs over.

“Was this your plan from the beggining? Did you approach me just so I could teach you how to braid your daughter’s hair?” Isobel was teasing Thomas now, raising an eyebrow coyly at him while Zoey zoomed in.

“Mayyyyyyybe” He teases back, and she punches his shoulder lightly. He laughs in return, and then they both turn to Zoey - who’s looking between them questioningly.

“Did you make a new friend?” Zoey finally asks, turning to her mother with sparks in her eyes.

It was obvious to anyone who looked at them from the side to see that that kid adored her mother just as Isobel adored her.

“It’s an old friend, actually. Zoey - I want you to meet Thomas Mendez. He was my best friend, actually, back when I lived here.” Isobel introduces them.

“Hi Zoey.” Thomas offers his hand.

Zoey shakes his hand lightly before taking a step closer to her mom. “Hi Thomas.” She says politely.

God, he wished Luz would be so polite when meeting new people. Luz would’ve offered Isobel to sword-fight her by now, or something along those lines.

“How do you like Goldcliffe so far?” He asks Zoey.

Zoey’s eyes sparkle before she starts blabbering. “Well, I have’t seen much of it, yet, but it’s huge! And my mom used to live here so it has to be awesome. Also, my new room rocks! I can’t wait to find cool things to decorate it with. Ooooh, and also-”

Isobel sends a questioning look at Thomas, but instead of looking bored or regretting he asked - Thomas listens contently and carefully. He nods and smiles along to Zoey’s story and Isobel heart warms.

She was happy to reconnect with Thomas, but she was even more happy that him and her daughter were getting along.

She had a feelings this move was going to be good for them. For all of them.

#playchoices #mother of the year #moty #thomas mendez x mc #thomas mendez #zoey day #isobel day #luz mendez #fanfic #my writing

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lakiceva · 4 years

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Skiing!

Name of activity: Skiing on Jahorina

Date: 16.-19.1.2020.

Approximate number of hours: 10 hours

Type of activity: activity

Learning outcomes:

Demonstrated how to initiate and plan a CAS experience.

Showed commitment to and perseverance in CAS experiences.

Demonstrated the skills and recognized the benefits of working collaboratively

Identified own strengths and developed areas for growth.

Demonstrated that challenges have been undertaken.

Recognized and considered the ethics of choices and actions.

This may have been one of the most demanding challenges in the past few years. Me, I’m not a person who’s very keen on being fit and going on these adrenaline junkie trips, but my family decided to break the ice and go ski for the first time. Ever. I mean, it was funny to even think about it since none of my family members have skied before. So there we were: four of us, who have absolutely no idea of what we’re about to experience, in a car full of luggage. The only thing you can smell in the car is the sarma my dear mother packed in the trunk (she wanted the full winter in the Balkans experience with the sarma detail). When we got to Jahorina, the winter beauty, my brother and I stepped on the skis for the first time in our lives. We spent about an hour or two with and experienced friend who showed us the basics of skiing. I picked it up pretty fast but what i didn’t realize before I bought my ski pass and went to the absolutely too steep and too high track is that I don’t know how to stop. Damn. The first going-down-the-track went a little bit disasterous. I spent more time rolling on the snow while my slides deattached than skiing. I mean ok, it’s my first time but damn.

As I got down (barely), I decided to give it one more try and head back to the place we stayed at. I instantly fell asleep and woke up with a lot of bruises on my body. For most people this would be a sign to not and I mean NOT continue skiing, but I continued. In the meantime, I learned how to stop and actually went down a really high track a couple of times.

The funniest moment was definitely when me and my brother went down to this café and my parents just burst with laughter. I didn’t know why they were laughing, but soon after i realised that my hair had been out the whole time and that it froze solid. I looked like a crazy old ice witch (just like Ice King from Adventure Time-I don’t have a love life either).

Reflection:

This experience has actually been a cathalyst for my ambition of being-fit-and-all-that. I have started going to the gym. Also, I almost broke my leg, my arm, my hip, survived 7 days of my whole body hurting without taking medicine and walked proudly with a swollen leg. Just by experiencing this, I have realized that I am capable of much more than I thought and that I can do it. I can do everything. I even got better grades while going to the gym. Isn’t that awesome? I would warmly reccomend everyone to find a challenge for themselves. It’s really worth it.

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k-liight · 5 years

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Green Hearts part 2

Here's part two, just like I promised! yeah, three months later and I finally finish the second part lmao. More swearing ahead, just like in the first part, but no smoking this time (thanks Ace!)-- however this IS ridiculously cheesy so beware of that LMAO. part 1 is here for those of you who didn't read it. I highly reccomend you read it before carrying on with this lol. hope y'all enjoy this! and special thanks to @ghostly-rowlf, @beankich, and @slither-sol for your kind words on the first part!!

Crash! “Gah! Son of a bitch!!” I rush to steady the stacks of Pringles that I stupidly crashed my shopping cart into. I thought I had control of this damn thing. Luckily, none of the Pringles fell over. I snatch a tin from the shelf and sigh deeply. Ever since last night, I’ve been a frazzled mess. Why does Ace have to be so pushy? Now he’s probably pissed at me, and the other guys likely wondering what the hell came over me. Am I ever gonna be able to even show my face around them again? Probably not. Or maybe I’m just overreacting. Ace was probably just trying to help me. Well doesn’t that make me look like a jackass. “Light!” “Huh?” I look around and see a small green figure running towards me. It’s Arturo. “There you are!” he cries out as he approaches me. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” He puts his hands against his head, making him look stressed out. “Ay caramba, what are you wearing?!” I glance down at my usual ratty jeans and t-shirt ensemble, then not as far down at Arturo. “What do you mean, what am I wearing? What’s going on??” “No time for that now!!” He grabs my arm and yanks me from my shopping cart, running towards the exit. Damn, for someone with such tiny little legs, he sure can run fast. He must’ve had a lot of coffee this morning. Before I know it, we’re out the door and running down the street. “Where are you taking me??” I ask. “To where you’re supposed to be!” Arturo answers. What? The hell is that supposed to mean? I’m so confused. I’m about to open my mouth again when Arturo suddenly stops and pulls me down. “Wait a second—I have got to do something about that hair.” He takes out his treasured comb and runs it through my hair. His little fingers assist him, flattening my hair in places and fluffing it up in others. Geez, my hair is short, there can’t be too much wrong with it. With a final tease to the back, he pulls away. “There. Much more presentable.” He smiles for a bit, admiring his handywork, then whisks me away again. “Now come on, you’re late!” “Late?!” I squawk. “Late for what?!” “Your date! You’re late for your date!” “DATE?! What the fuck are you talking about??!?!” Before I can figure out what the hell kind of stunt Arturo’s trying to pull, he finally comes to a halt in front of a cute little 50’s-looking diner. I see Ace, Billy, and Grubber sitting at one of the patio tables outside the diner. Arturo finally lets me go and makes his way to the others. But where’s Snake? “I’ve got her!” Arturo says, making his way to the other three. Ace stands up. “About time! What da hell took yous so long?” “Hey, I can only go so fast!” Arturo whines. I roll my eyes. I’m calling bullshit on that one. “Okay, I’m here now, now can one of you idiots please tell me what the hell is going on??!?!” Ace stands up, and dramatically points to the large restaurant window. “Snake has been waitin’ in there for yous all by hisself for fifteen minutes now!” “Wha—” I cut myself off when I see Snake sitting at one of the little tables inside the diner. One of his arms rests on the table, and his legs are crossed. He’s absentmindedly playing with his hair again. His usual tanktop and shorts ensemble has been swapped for a cute turquoise off-shouldered top and a black skirt. His expression looks dazed, but with a twinge of something else… sadness? Worry? Restlessness? As if he’s expecting something major to happen. He looks so quaint sitting there, all dolled up. And then it hits me. “You—” the realization leaves me gasping for air— “you guys set me up on a date with Snake?!” “Ey, didn’t I tell yous that if ya didn’t make a move I was gonna do it for yous?” Ace puts his hands on his hips. I remember fully well that he said that, but I didn’t think he would actually go through with it, let alone so soon! “Wh-what do I do?! I’m not prepared for this!!” I grab my hair out of nervousness. “Hey!” Arturo yells. “I just fixed that!” “What you need to do is just go in dere and be yourself,” Ace says. “The last thing yous wanna do is panic.” “Dah—Snake will be happy to see you!” Billy beams. “That’s right!” Grubber raspberries. “Oh, by the way, you left your nice jacket at our place last night,” Arturo says. “It might come in handy right now.” He holds up my black motorcycle jacket. Shit, I forgot all about that thing. “Haha, thanks guys.” I take the jacket and put it on. I take a quick glance at myself in the reflection on the window. I’m no Danny Zuko, but it’ll have to do. “Now go on,” Ace says. “Your date awaits.” He gestures to Snake inside the diner. “Go get ‘im.” He claps my shoulder and pushes me toward the door. “Good luck!” Billy yells. I give an awkward wave to the rest of the gang, unable to say much more at this point. Oh god, I’m really doing this. I’m going on an impromptu date with Snake. Holy shit. I peer at him through the glass door and swallow the lump in my throat. With a final burst of confidence, I push through the door and make my way to Snake’s table. Snake’s head shoots up as he sees me enter. A wide, adorable smile breaks across his face. There’s no way he can be looking at me like that. “Light! You’sss finally here!” “Yeah sorry, I kinda didn’t know we were doing this until like five seconds ago, pardon me…” I chuckle nervously as I pull into the chair across from him. “I wasss waiting for you~.” Snake smirks, resting his chin on his interlocked fingers and gazing into my soul with half-lidded eyes. God, he’s gorgeous. I tug at my shirt collar. Fuck, we just started and I’m already losing it, how am I supposed to keep my cool for an entire date with this creature? “Haha… sorry to keep you waiting for so long…" “It’sss alright.” Snake’s smile looks a bit less mischievous now. “Thisss whole thing wasss a little lassst-minute for me too.” “At least Ace gave you time to pick a freaking outfit.” Snake drops his composure and falls into hissy laughter. “Yesss, it doesssn’t look like he gave you nearly asss much time, no offenssse." “None taken. He literally had Arturo drag me out of the supermarket and fix my hair on the way here.” “Really?” Snake giggles again. His laugh is so adorable, what the hell. “Really. Luckily my sweet-ass jacket here makes up for my otherwise shitty presentation.” I smirk, or attempt one at least, pointing at my jacket. “It really isss a niccce jacket. Black looksss good on you.” “Thanks. Black looks pretty great on you too.” I gesture under the table towards his skirt. “Thanksss…” He looks down and blushes, like he wasn’t expecting me to give him any compliments. Maybe he wasn’t. The gang was more used to having insults hurled at them. None of them really know how to respond to compliments. Snake twirls his hair again, daring a soft glance back up at me with those big eyes. Ace was right, he is rather shy. So cute. I open my mouth to say something, but a waitress comes to our table and interrupts me. “Oh, is this the date you were waiting on?” she asks in an airy voice. “Yesss,” Snake simply states. “Aww, you didn’t have to wait for me, you could’ve ordered something.” “It’sss okay, I wanted to wait.” “Well, can I start you two off with something to drink?” “Oh shoot, I didn’t even think about the menu.” I chuckle a bit, quickly picking up the menu and trying to find the beverage section. “Uuuhhh, I’m definitely gonna need a few minutes.” “That’s alright.” She smiles warmly, then turns to Snake. “You?” “Uhh, can I hasss the strawberry milkshake pleassse?” He turns to me. “Wait, do youss mind me ordering sssomething now?” “Nah go ahead, you’ve waited on me long enough.” I lean back in my chair a bit. “So a strawberry milkshake for you?” “Yesss pleassse.” “Alright then, coming right up!” The bubbly waitress heads back towards the kitchen. “Crap, where even is the drinks section?” “It’sss on the back.” “Of course it is. Thanks.” I flip to the back, yep, there it is. I peer at the menu for a few seconds, then look back up at Snake. He’s studying his own menu, searching for something to eat, that tongue flickering out in that mesmerizing way, those ruby-red eyes skimming the page. It’s hard to focus on the menu with this beautiful creature sitting across from me. Suddenly, he makes a face and hisses a bit. “Something wrong?” “They don’t have mozzarella sssticksss.” “What?! Those bastards!” He giggles a bit. “Shame, I wasss looking forward to that.” “I’m suing!” I joke. “Pleassse don’t.” “Here’s your milkshake!” The waitress suddenly comes back with Snake’s milkshake. Holy shit it's HUGE! Snake’s eyes widen in awe at the size of the thing. “Oh my god. There’sss no way I’m gonna be able to finish thisss all by myssself.” The waitress giggles. “Maybe you could share it with your date? I’ve got an extra straw.” Snake immediately gets red-faced. I chuckle nervously. “Haha, well I was just gonna get a root beer, but if you really need help finishing that…” I look to Snake for approval. “Well… I guesss it’ll sssave usss money.” He smiles a bit. “A wise decision!” The waitress plucks a second straw into the milkshake. “Either of you know what to order yet?” “Errr…” I glance at the menu again. The bacon cheeseburger looks good, but so do the chicken tenders." “The chili dog looksss good,” Snake says. “Alright, and for you?” The waitress turns to me. “I guess I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger.” “Uh-huh, and do you guys want fries with that?” “Yesss pleassse.” “Alright, coming right up!” She skips back toward the kitchen. I turn to Snake, smiling a little. “I like her. She’s really nice.” “Yeah, she’sss a lot nicccer than everyone elssse here…” I frown. “What do you mean? Was someone giving you shit before I showed up?” “No, but everyone keepsss giving me weird looksss…” I open my mouth to protest, but just one look around the room shows that everyone is, indeed, shooting judgmental looks our direction. A man quickly glancing over his shoulder with hate in his eyes. A little girl staring at us as if we were aliens. A woman side-eyeing us and whispering something to her friend—the only word of which I can pick up is “Gangreen”. The entry bell rings, and a young couple walks in, hand in hand, only to freeze in the doorway upon seeing us and immediately turn around and leave. I scowl. Who the hell do these people think they are?! I clear my throat and turn back to Snake. “Are they making you uncomfortable? We can leave if you want.” “But we ssstill need to get our food.” “We can get it to go. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable on our first date.” I chuckle, trying to ease Snake up a bit. He looks down as if ashamed. “That would be great, pleassse…” he says softly. “Okay.” I look around and spot the waitress coming back from another table. “Excuse me!” She turns to me with a surprised look. “Yes?" “Is it alright if we get our food to-go? We gotta leave—” “Oh. Of course!” She seems mildly disappointed at our departure, but retains her cheery disposition. “Thank you!” I say as she walks away. Snake lowers his head. “I’m sssorry…” “Hey, don’t be sorry.” I smile at him, ghosting my hand over his. “I’m not gonna force you to stay here if you don’t want to.” Snake looks up at me and smiles sadly. He looks really upset, but at least he seems appreciative. Poor boy. No one has the right to make the love of my life upset. “Well… we may asss well have sssome of our milkshake before we go.” “Oh yeah, I forgot about that, haha.” I quickly take a sip of the shake. “That’s pretty good.” “Isss it?” Snake asks before leaning forward for his own sip. “Mmm. Ssso good.” “Well I’m glad you enjoy it!” The waitress says, surprising both of us. Holy crap, that was fast. She sets down our food and the bill. I automatically fish the money out of my wallet; I wasn’t expecting Snake to pay for the food, nor do I want him stealing it. “Thank you so much!” I say to her, leaving a tip on the table. “You’re welcome! Come back anytime!” She gives a friendly wave goodbye and skips off to the kitchen. Snake runs out the door as I pay for our food as quickly as possible. As I meet him outside the door, Snake takes our shake from me. “Thank you ssso much. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve ssstood that.” “Not a problem. Where do you wanna go to eat this?” “Doesss the park sssound okay?” “The park sounds wonderful.” We begin to make our way toward the park, but Ace stops us from the patio table. “Hey! Where are yous two goin’ so soon?” “Snake didn’t want to be there anymore so we’re eating our food at the park!” I yell back at him. “Oh.” Ace seems surprised. “Well uh, we’ll meet yous later!” “Ssseeya Accce!” It’s a rather short walk to the Townsville city park. Snake sips on the milkshake the entire way there. It’s a shame we had to leave the restaurant early, but at least it’s a nice day out. We find a random bench and sit down on it. I place Snake’s food in his lap and open my own. “Ahhh… thisss isss much better. Nobody’sss bothering usss here—” Snake cuts himself off as we hear an all-too familiar sound: the sound of a certain trio of little girls flying at breakneck speed towards us. “Hold it right there, Gangreen Ga—err, Snake!” Blossom commands. “And Light! I knew you were up to something!” Buttercup adds. “No stealing on our watch!” Bubbles pouts. Snake groans. “Whoa whoa whoa girls,” I begin, “for your information, I paid for this food. I have the receipt right here. See?” I pull out the receipt and wave it in their faces. “Oh yeah?” Buttercup challenges. “Then why were you two looking around and making sure there was nobody else nearby, huh?” “Becaussse I wasss hoping we’d be left alone!” Snake hisses. “Wait, what are you two doing here without the rest of the gang, anyway?” Blossom inquires. “We’sss on a date,” Snake says rather proudly, hooking his arm around mine and putting his free hand on my shoulder. My face has gotta be as red as Blossom’s bow right now. “Aww, that’s so sweet!” Bubbles gushes. “You make such a cute couple!” “Bubbles,” Buttercup growls through her teeth. “Thank you, Bubblesss,” Snake says, ignoring Buttercup. He snuggles into my side a bit more. Is he just doing this so the Puffs will leave us alone or is it genuine??? “Well, alright, you’re off the hook for now, but we’ve got our eyes on you!” Blossom says. With that, the Puffs fly away, but not before Buttercup shoots one last angry look at us over her shoulder. “Finally.” Snake slouches into the bench. “Can I pleassse eat my food now?!” “I think so.” I chuckle. Snake immediately digs into his chili dog. I decide not to question his little display of affection and instead try to focus on my burger. The next few minutes are spent mostly in silence as we eat our food. Snake’s completely devouring his chili dog, and he snatches a few fries out of my box from time to time. He’s acting like he’s about starving. Hell, he probably is. It’s hard finding food when you don’t have any money to pay for it. I can’t help but chuckle when he finishes his dog. “What’sss ssso funny?” he asks. “You’ve got chili sauce all over your face!” I laugh. “Oh.” Snake’s eyes peer down at himself, and he licks it all off with a single swipe of that crazy tongue. I laugh again as Snake raises the milkshake. “Want a sssip?” he offers. “Sure…” I lean forward to take one of the straws, and Snake’s at the other straw in an instant. Shit, our faces are really close. Oh god, he’s making eye contact. Fuck. He bats those long eyelashes a few times and I’m hooked. I swallow the shake and my pride. Even as he pulls away I’m still locked into his gaze. He laughs at me a bit. “Why do you look ssso shocked?” he asks playfully. I let go of my straw. “Well I uhhh—I just wasn’t expecting you to do that.” “Isssn’t that why the niccce waitresss gave usss two strawsss?” He snatches another one of my fries and winks. I have to try not to choke on my own breathlessness. “I-I-I mean I guess, haha…” “By the way, are youss gonna finish that?” He points to the last couple bites of my burger. I look down at it for a second or two, then quickly shove it into my mouth. “Yesh!” I say through a full mouth. “Good, becaussse I’m ssstealing the ressst of your friesss.” “Hey!” He snatches my fries away from me before I can even think about stopping him. Whatever, he can have them. He stands up and throws our empty boxes in the trash. Then, he grabs my hand, pulling me off the bench. “Wha—” “Now come on, let’sss go!” “Go where?” “Anywheress!” With that, he takes off running, dragging me along with him. This is the second time today I’ve been dragged into running by a green boy. Though this time, despite my lack of running ability, it’s not as unpleasant. Maybe it’s because Snake’s closer to my height. Or maybe it’s because I actually know what’s going on. Or… fuck it, it’s because I’m in love with him. He leads me into a more wooded area of the park, and the way the sunlight slips in between the trees makes it look like something out of a fairytale. He looks over his shoulder at me as he runs, and the sun illuminates every curve and angle of his face, rolling like waves over that beautiful hair as it sways, and bouncing off his shoulders. But then he flashes a smile that puts the sunshine to shame. “Come on, ssslowpoke!” “I—I’m trying!” Even if I was a good runner, I’d still be struggling to catch my breath at the stunning sight before me. His head is turned back in front of him now, but the image of Snake in the sunlight is still fresh in my mind. Suddenly, he comes to a halt, and I realize he’s taken me to—a pond? “I didn’t know there was a pond in this park,” I say breathlessly. “You obviousssly haven’t been in Townsssville long enough.” Snake gives me a playful nudge with his elbow and crouches at the shore of the pond. I stand next to him, leaning forward a bit. He swirls his finger around in the water, a wide smile plastered across his face. I’m surprised at how much he seems to be enjoying this date. No one is ever this giddy around me. The idea of Snake actually being happy in my company makes me think that maybe I do have a chance with him after all. But what if he’s just faking it? What if he only agreed to the date out of sympathy? And that he’s only pretending to have fun so that I don’t feel bad? My heart immediately freefalls into my stomach. How do I know I’m not annoying the crap out of him? Everyone else always ran away from me because I was too much. Why would Snake be any different? “What’sss wrong?” “You seem to be having fun for someone who was forced into a date,” I blurt. Snake’s brows furrow. “Forccced?” “…Well yeah, I mean, Ace did set us up.” I stuff my hands in my pockets. Since I already dug myself into this hole, I may as well find out the truth. “I wasssn’t forced,” Snake says rather defensively. “But I thought you said it was last-minute—” “I had to get ready at the lassst minute. Accce wasn’t forcccing me into thisss date. I didn’t have to go if I didn’t wantss to. If anything, I thought you were the forccced one.” What?! “No no, absolutely not!” My hands fly out of my pockets and up in front of me as if I were telling him to stop. “I wanted to go on a date with you, I’ve been wanting to, I mean—” crap. He wasn’t supposed to know that much. His eyes are wide with surprise, a red blush staining his face and his fingers hovering over his parted lips. “Ssso… you’re not jussst… doing thisss to be niccce?” “Hell no! I thought that’s what you were doing!” “That’sss not true…” Snake’s expression slowly morphs from shock into sheer glee. And then, suddenly, he lunges into a hug. Holy shit. He’s hugging me. The love of my life is hugging me. For a moment, all I can do is stand there stupefied at the feeling of his arms around my midsection. My face heats up as he nuzzles my neck. Cautiously, I wrap my arms around his tiny waist, keeping him close. He fits so perfectly. I think I’m gonna cry. I love him so much. I wanna kiss him so badly, but that would be creepy. I feel him tighten his embrace a bit. I had no idea he was so affectionate. I rub his back a bit, to which he responds with a soft humming noise. I gotta tell him how I feel. “Snake?” I begin. “Hmmm?” He turns his head and looks up at me with those eyes. Shit, I’ll be lucky if I can even do this. “…There’s something I gotta tell you…” “Oh?” He pulls away from our hug, but I keep my arms around him. “Pleassse tell.” He moves his hands to my shoulders. I swallow a lump in my throat for at least the third time today. “Well… urgh, how do I even say this… err, Ace didn’t say anything about why he pulled me out of the shack last night, did he? “Not asss far asss I know.” “Oh, oh well that talk we had might explain some of this. B-basically, Ace was pushing me to… to… well, make a move. Y-you know, do this whole da-date thing on my own. But, I-I-I got scared. I mean, it’s not easy to just waltz up to your crush like ‘hey I like you, wanna go out with me?’ haha…” I raise one hand to prod at the back of my neck. Shit, there goes my diarrhea of the mouth again. Snake gasps softly. “Youss… I’m your crush?” He sounds dumbfounded. I lower my head a little. “…Yeah. It’s been that way since… since I started hanging out with you guys regularly. I just… you’re so amazing. I’ve never met anyone like you. Well, I’ve never met anyone like any of you guys, but you… you’re special. Like… you’re so… you’re so slick, and sassy, and adorable, and beautiful and—you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” I shoot him an awkward smile. Now he really looks stunned. His eyes have completely rounded out, and his jaw looks like it’s going to fall off his face any second now. He shakes his head a bit, his hair gently fluttering from the movement. “I-I don’t know what to sssay, I…” He struggles to catch his breath. “…That’sss the sssweetessst thing anyone’sss ever sssaid to me…” His brows curve upward as a sort of sad smile stretches across his face. “After all thessse yearsss of being outcasssted, shunned, and being called thingsss like ugly, freak, undesssirable…” His voice cracks at that last bit. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with water and something I’ve never seen before. His bottom lip quivers as he speaks up again. “It feelsss amazing to finally be loved.” With that, he buries his face in my shoulder and sobs. Oh shit, I didn’t mean to make him cry! I hold him in a tight embrace, gently stroking his hair. “Hey, don’t cry,” I breathe, “It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you. Shhhh.” I rock him back and forth a bit to soothe him. His shoulders shake, and his fingers dig into my jacket. I can already feel my shoulder getting wet. It seems like his tears are of happiness, so I guess I should be flattered? But I don’t want him to cry anymore. I rub his back again; that seems to help, as his sobbing subsides. After a moment or two, he raises his head from my shoulder, wiping some of the tears from his reddened cheeks. “I’m ssso sssorry, I’m sssuch a messss right now…” “It’s alright, I’m sorry for making you such a mess.” I chuckle, hoping some humor will ease him a bit. My breath hitches as his fingers creep up my face. He glances at me with a soft expression, and I’m pretty sure the entire city can hear my heartbeat right now. “And for what it’sss worth,” his breath is still shaky, “I feel the sssame.” Wait what? “I—wha—haha, that’s funny. You’re funny.” Now it’s my turn to lose my breath. Snake pouts. “I literally jussst cried on your shoulder, and you’re ssstill sssurprisssed?” I open my mouth to say yeah, I honestly am, but he presses a finger to my lips. “Shhhh. I don’t want any ssself-depreciative commentsss out of you. You’re ssso fun to be around. You makess me laugh, and feel sssafe. And I… I like your loud voiccce and your posssitive attitude. And how you’re ssso unique. And with how youss’ve been treating me today, I’m convinccced that we’re jussst… meant to be.” Holy shit, did I just hear all that right? I resist the urge to make sure there’s no gunk in my ears. “…Now I think I’m gonna cry.” “That’sss okay, my shoulder’sss open.” He smiles and pats his shoulder. I sniffle. Shit, I might actually cry. I brush some of his hair out of his face and tuck it behind his ear. He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. When he opens them again, I can now recognize that new thing in his eyes—love. Can this be true? I sniffle again. Whatever did I do to deserve— Rustle! I turn my head around to inspect the bushes behind me. “What the hell?” “That wasss probably jussst an animal or sssomething.” “Well, whatever it is better leave us alone! We’re trying to have a moment here!” Snake giggles at my outburst. I turn back to him, playing with a lock of his hair. “Now where were we, hmmm?” “Youss may or may not have been about to cry.” “Ah, yeah, eh, I don’t think I wanna do that.” I chuckle. Snake smiles, but then it fades as he appears unsure. “When you were sssaying all thossse niccce thingsss… you sssaid… youss called me beautiful…” “Yep,” I say matter-of-factly. He smiles shyly. “No one’sss ever called me that before.” “Guess I’m the only one with taste around here.” His soft, hissy laughter fills my ears once more. “You’re too sssweet.” He leans his head on my shoulder. God, he’s so precious. It occurs to me that my arms are still loosely around him, so I tighten my embrace. Rustle rustle! “Damn critters,” I mumble. “That’sss an uncharacterissstic thing for animal-loving Light to sssay,” Snake teases. “Hey, I’m trying to have a moment with my boyfriend, I don’t want anything ruining it.” “Oh ssso I’m your boyfriend now?” he asks with that same teasing tone. “Well I—” my arms instinctively retract to my sides. “I assumed that, after all this, it meant we were… you know…” “I’m jussst messssing with youss.” He grabs my arms and pulls them back around him. “Now get theessse back here. Your boyfriend never sssaid you could ssstop hugging him.” He gives me a wink that makes me wanna melt into a puddle. “Ahahahaha….” CRACK! SNAP! THUNK! “Okay, what the fuck?!” I yell. Snake and I both turn around to look behind us and see what all that commotion was. There’s a strange figure flopped on the ground in front of the bushes. The person lifts their head, and we see it’s— “Grubber?!” “Oh hi.” Grubber’s usual raspberry noise takes on an embarrassed tone. He waves sheepishly. “Dahhh, you okay Grubber?” Billy suddenly pops up from overtop the bushes. “Way ta go guys,” Ace scolds, climbing out of the shrubbery. “Now yous given us away!” “Boss!” Arturo harshly whispers through clenched teeth, sliding out from under the bushes. He makes a “cut” gesture with his hand. How long have they all been there?! “What are you guysss…” Snake trails off as it clicks in his brain. “Were you ssspying on usss?!” “Whaaaat?!” Ace laughs nervously. “Spyin’?! Wha— what’a yous talkin’ about?? We wasn’t spyin’ on yous! Hehe, we’s ain’t spies, right guys?” The other three hurriedly agree. Snake glares at them, clearly not amused. “Oh yeah sure, what else could you guys have been doing?” I huff. “Birdwatchin’!” Ace quips. I raise one eyebrow at him. “You? Birdwatching? Really?” “Y-yeah, sure! Right guys?” “Billy like pretty birds~,” Billy says in a sing-song voice. “I don’t believe it for a sssecond,” Snake says, his hands returning to my shoulders. “Me neither,” I agree. We both laugh for a moment. “Ey boss,” Arturo starts, “it’s getting a little late. Should we go home?” “Oh…” Snake fretfully looks up and notices the sun beginning to set, his thick brows curving upward. “How isss it thisss late already?” “Ey ya know what they say, time flies when ya havin’ fun.” Ace winks at us. Snake’s fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt. “I don’t want thisss to end,” he says. It’s so soft, almost a whisper, and it’s more to me than the rest of the gang. “Neither do I,” I mumble, hugging him. “But hey, there’s always tomorrow.” I smile at him, and he returns it. “I guesss you’re right.” “Alright guys, let’s amscray before da Powa’puffs get on our case for somethin’.” Ace starts to make his way back to the shack, and the rest of us follow suit. “It already happened to usss onccce, I really don’t needss that again,” Snake says. “Wait, really?” Ace looks over his shoulder at Snake in disbelief. “Yeah, they thought we stole the restaurant food and didn’t realize we were on a date,” I explain. “Well those little Powa-pukes.” “Dude, Be quiet! They might hear us!” “Yeah boss, you need to control that loud obnoxious voice,” Arturo states bluntly. “Ey, her voice is just as loud an’ obnoxious as mine!” Ace argues. “Yeah but I don’t talk smack about the Powerpuff Girls!” “My god, Light, you’s such a goody-two-shoes, why do we’s even let yous hang out with us?” “Becaussse she’sss sssweet, that’sss why,” Snake says, hugging my arm. Suddenly I’m a stuttering, flustered mess again. “Ah-well I uh, I mean uhhh, I-I-I just—” “Shoulda neva’ asked.” Ace turns his head away from us and stuffs his hands in his pockets in annoyance. We all laugh at him a bit. Suddenly, Snake shivers beside me. “You getting’ cold?” “Jussst a little.” I immediately take off my jacket and drape it over his narrow shoulders. He perks up, surprised by the gesture. “Oh, won’t youss get cold now?” “Nah, I’ll be fine,” I insist. “And even if I was, you’re even worse than me when it comes to getting cold, so it’s better if you have it.” “Thanksss.” He leans his head on my should as I slip my arm around his waist. We stay like that the rest of the way to the shack, silently enjoying each other’s company as we listen to the rest of the gang blabber on about whatever. A few occasional laughs escape our chests, as is inevitable when you’re friends with these doofuses. But mostly my mind is in a whirlwind of disbelief as I process everything that happened today. I actually went on a date with Snake. And he actually enjoyed it. Fuck, we confessed our feelings to each other! And he even said he was my boyfriend! Wait, holy shit, I have a boyfriend now? Does this mean I’m his girlfriend? Holy shit, I’m Snake’s girlfriend. This can’t be true. This is too good to be true. This must be some kind of crazy dream. And now he’s actually cuddling up to me like this?? Damn, if this really is a dream, then dream me is one lucky bastard. “What’sss with that dopey sssmile on your faccce?” Snake teases, snapping me out of my daze. “I’m just wondering how I managed to land the most beautiful boy in Townsville,” I blurt. Snake’s face turns beet red. “Okay now you’re jussst sssaying that.” Ace makes a vomiting noise. “Why did I think settin’ yous two up was a good idea?” “It’s called consequences, Boss,” Arturo says. “No, I really meant that,” I say to Snake, ignoring Ace and Arturo. “I didn’t mean to say it so quickly but I meant every word!” Snake smiles as he struggles to make eye contact. “Thanksss, but… I don’t thinkss I’m very attractive.” “Well you know what they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” I cup his face with one hand, and he leans into the touch. “Okay DIS is ridiculous!” Ace blurts. “Quit ruining the moment, Ace!” “Yous really think he’s prettier than me?!” I shrug. “Sorry, dude.” “Dis is bullshit!” Ace storms into the shack and slams the door. The rest of us laugh. “What an asssshole,” Snake says. “I know, right?" We laugh again as Snake takes my hand off his face and holds it in his own. “Thanksss for everything today. I had an amazing time.” I chuckle a bit. “Hey, not a problem. As much of an asshole Ace is being right now, he’s the one we gotta thank for this.” “I don’t think he’ll accept our thanksss for sssomething he regretsss doing now.” We laugh once more. Then, suddenly, I feel something warm, soft, and slightly wet on my cheek. My face immediately feels like its been set on fire. Did… did he just… ?! “D’aawwwww,” Billy coos. Snake starts to head towards the door. “Ssseeya tomorrow, Light,” Snake says, raspy voice dripping with honey. “Y-y-yeah, seeya Snake.” I can feel that dopey grin plastered on my face once more. Snake opens the door to the shack, but before he goes in, he looks over his shoulder at me one last time. I don’t think he realizes he still has my jacket on, but at this point I don’t care if he keeps the damn thing. He smiles that beautiful, charming smile, and for a moment time stands still. I awkwardly wave at him, too stupefied by the overwhelming happiness to say anything. Snake gives a little wave back, and then he goes inside, that hair swooshing behind him as the door closes. I stand there in shock, until Arturo’s slow clapping snaps me out of it. “You sly dog,” he says. “Dahh congrats!” Billy cheers. “Haha, thanks guys!” I high-five Grubber as I make my way home. My heart does a victory dance the entire way, happy that I finally got the green boy who ssstole my heart.

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