…and we would prefer you be downstairs as well. All day. If you know what I mean.
"So is there anything going on between you and Liam?"
Yes, my fave is problematic. Your fave is also problematic. I am problematic. You are problematic. We are not all 100% politically correct perfect individuals. Someone saying something shitty and that person being “the scum of the earth” are not the same. Please learn to recognize the goddamn difference.
bless you if you can admit your favorite character has flaws.
2. luv u
3. love you
4. i love you
5. I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH
have you ever been so attracted to someone that it upset you deep within your soul
Thanks again for all the wonderful comments, I know I sound like a broken record, but I really am thankful!!! I’m not sure about this part it’s a bit drawn out, maybe that’s why I put it off… but I’m more excited about the next part, so hang in there!!! The next part will be up either tomorrow or Thursday :)
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Rae ran home and immediately dug out her swimsuit that was buried deep in her underwear drawer. It was this one piece, dull blue monstrosity that she’s only worn twice before. First, on the holiday she took with her mum last summer, which was the reason she bought it. The second time was last September when she and her gym class went to the local pool for a credit, and around the time Chloe began to pull away from her. Then, the idea of wearing the swimsuit didn’t seem that big a deal, until the moment Rae left the changing room, and a bunch of the lads were chirping her, asking how she managed to escape Sea World, which was actually some of the less curl things. It was the first time Chloe didn’t step in and stick up for Rae, and that day Rae promised herself she would never be caught dead in a swimsuit again.
This is my first posed MMFD fanfic. Heck, this is my first fanfic of any type. Very little smut (surprising I know), kinda fluffy. Sad, but not heratbreaking? I would love feedback cause I’ve honestly never written anything like this ever, and really can’t remember I wrote anything outside a research paper (and even that has been over two years). I suck at grammar, spelling and POV (I couldn’t stick to one so this is a bit of a hot ass mess) so why I am even putting this out here is beyond me. But here you go anyway.
The scene takes place where Episode 7 leaves off.
She was sure her naked body was shaking with fear. She had to be with Finn fucking Nelson standing in front of her naked body. Kissing her. Stroking her hair. This has to be a dream.
The kiss broke and she glanced down at her toothpaste colored robe at her feet. Fuck. This was real. And she wasn’t even wearing panties. Holy Lord Jesus Christ. How was this her life right now.
She looked back up at him. His face in a soft smile. Hand still twisted in her hair. His eyes scanning her face, reading her non verbal ques exquisitely like he always does. He softly asks “alright, girl?” She nods yes and he scans her face with those beautiful, brooding eyes one last time before going back in for a long, tongue filled kiss.
She steps out of the robe piled on the ground as he turns her towards the bed. Never breaking the kiss he lays her down on the bed, effortlessly. She swings her legs onto the bed as her head falls into the pillows against the headboard. His hands push into the bed around her as he kisses ferociously. His bare chest leaning into her heaving breasts.