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You twisted the last piece of hair into place, securing it
with a bobby pin. You had finished getting ready in record time; looking in the
mirror you smiled, satisfied with the final result. What you were getting ready
for however, was a mystery to you. Morgan had called you a few hours earlier;
telling you to be ready at 7:00 and the two of you would be going ‘somewhere
His latest road trip had kept him out of town for the past 9
days and he was scheduled to be arriving home late this afternoon. He was
usually exhausted after being out of town for so long and the two of you would spend
his first day back lazing around; you were excited for a change of pace.
You walked to the living room and curled onto the sofa pulling
a book off the coffee table as you waited for Morgan. You glanced at the clock
on the wall, only 30 minutes until he picked you up. You started reading but
were soon distracted by thoughts of Morgan. You smiled, remembering how the two
of you had met 3 years ago…
About 3 weeks after
arriving in Toronto, you were working the overnight shift at a local diner. The
move had drained your savings; so on top of your full time job, you decided to
pick up some night and weekend shifts at the George Street diner. The diner emptied as the clock hit 3:00 am;
your coworker decided to go outside for a smoke break, leaving you alone in the
empty eatery. You glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing you had another 3
hours of your shift left. Your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you hadn’t
eaten since dinner. Your eyes settled on the illuminated dessert case; after a
moment of careful contemplation you pulled the strawberry pie out of the case
and cut yourself a slice. Standing behind the counter you had just shoved a
forkful of pie in your mouth when the bell on the door jingled and a handsome
man, dressed in a suit, walked into the diner. He surveyed the room, taking in
the empty booths and stools. Struggling to choke down your mouthful of pie, you
watched as he walked towards you, taking a seat at the counter in front of you,
“Hi. I’m so sorry.”
You said, quickly stashing the remaining dessert under the counter, out of the sight.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” you asked, sliding him a menu.
“You don’t have to be
sorry.” He smiled. “Could I get a cup of decaf coffee?” he asked.
said, scurrying over to the coffee pots, filling a mug and returning to him.
You slid the dish of sugar and creamers towards him as he glanced over the
menu. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll take your order. I’ll be really
easy to find.” You joked.
He grinned at you
before asking, “What were you eating when I walked in here? It looked good.”
“Strawberry pie; the
owner makes it fresh every day. It’s amazing.” You said.
“I’ll take slice of
the strawberry pie then.” He said; you turning to cut another slice. “And
please, join me.” He said gesturing to the empty counter space in front of him.
You set the pie and
fork down in front of him. “Oh, no. I’m not supposed to eat in front of
customers.” You said shaking your head.
“Who’s gonna find
out?” he questioned, spinning around on his stool. Your gaze followed his as he
looked at all the empty seats. “I won’t tell. I promise.” He said as his stool came
to a stop, facing you once again.
You bit your lip,
thinking. Going against your goody-goody nature, you pulled your plate and fork
from under the counter, taking another bite. You chewed for a moment, taking him
I as he dug into his slice. His hair was tidy, his suit crisp. Usually the
customers you had at this time of night were not so carefully put together.
“If you don’t mind me
asking, what brings you here at this time of night in such a nice suit?” you
“I work for the Maple
Leafs.” He responded simply. “Hosted a fancy charity event tonight; had to look
like a gentlemen to convince the old, rich folks to fork out the cash for a
good cause.” He said, cutting into his pie with the side of his fork. You
chuckled as he continued. “The meal was one of those $10,000 per table things; lots
of tiny, weird food that people pretend they like but only so they seem impressive
to other rich people.” He finished, taking a bite of pie.
“So you’re here
because you’re opposed to tiny, weird food?” You laugh.
“Oh yeah, I got
distracted; this pie is really, really good.” He said, swallowing. “The fancy
food sucked, so I needed sustenance for the ride home. Otherwise I may have
starved… to death.” He concluded dramatically, popping the last of the crust
into his mouth.
“Oh, wow. Glad to know
I was able to save your life with a single slice of pie.” You said.
“I owe you a huge
debt.” He said, bowing in his seat. “I’m sorry, what was your name?” he asked.
“(Y/N)” You stated, as
he extended his hand to shake yours.
“Very nice to meet
you, (Y/N). I’m Morgan.” He said as he stood; his empty plate in front of him.
“Thank you for the pie and the company.” He said as he dropped at $10 bill on
the counter, turning and walking to the exit, the door jingling as he pushed it
“If you ever need a
pie recommendation again, I’ll be here.” You replied as he waved goodbye, the
door falling shut behind him.
He came in a few more
times throughout the next few weeks, always ordering a slice of strawberry pie.
After six months of seeing him come bustling in and out of the diner, he asked
for your phone number. You started causally dating, not sure of where your
relationship was heading, until one night he knocked on your door after a
particularly rough loss to Detroit; two slices of strawberry pie in hand. The
two of you talked through the early hours of the morning. As the exhaustion of
the day set in, Morgan laid all his cards on the table. He wanted you, only
you. The thought of you being with other guys was tearing at him from the
inside. He needed you to know how he
felt. The rest was pretty much history. It was only a few more days until you
were being introduced as his girlfriend.
You jumped off the
sofa when you heard the knock on the door. You pulled it open, revealing a
smiling Morgan dressed in a navy suit, looking as handsome as ever. He was
holding a bouquet of pink lilies, a smile spreading across his face as he
looked at you. “Hey, babe, I’ve missed you.” he smiled as he handed
you the flowers, stepping into the apartment.
“I’m so glad you’re back.“ you mumbled, engulfing him
in a hug. His strong arms wrapped around you, careful not to crush the lilies
that were trapped between the two of you. You breathed him in, the familiar
scent of his cologne surrounding you.
"Me, too. At least we have a full week before the next
trip.” he pulled back slightly, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to your
“So where are we headed?” you asked, stepping
back, your lilies in hand.
“Can’t tell you; it’s a surprise.” He said shrugging his
You turned to the kitchen, pulling out a vase and filling it
with water before carefully arranging the lilies. “You’re really not going to
tell me?” you said as he leaned against the wall, smiling as he watched you.
“Nope, not gonna
ruin the surprise. You’ll have to wait and see.” Morgan responded.
know I don’t like surprises!” you laughed as you walked over to him,
rising to your toes to kiss him gently.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll like this one.” he smiled.
“I know what you’re trying to do, your kisses won’t break me!” declared,
turning to walk into the living room.
“Can you at least tell me if I’m properly dressed for
the occasion?” you asked as you followed him into the living room,
modeling the simple dress you had chosen for the evening. “I mean, you
look like you could be on a runway right now and I don’t want to look like I’m
headed to my first communion.”
“You look beautiful, babe. Perfect.” he laughed.
He walked over to the closet, pulling out your coat. “Ready to go?”
he asked as he held it up; you turning around slipping your arms in the sleeves
as Morgan lifted it over your shoulders.
“I guess so.” You said, slipping your hand into his as you
pulled him out the door. “Even though I don’t know where we’re going.” You
said; flashing him your best pouty face as you locked the door behind you.
“My lips are sealed, woman. Stop trying to crack me!” he
laughed as you walked out to his car, noticing him tug on his right earlobe,
something he only did when he was nervous.
“For all the secrecy, this had better be worth
it.” you smirked, as he held the car door open for you before heading
around to the driver’s side. The sun was beginning to set as he pulled onto the
road. You were surprised when he made a left turn, instead of heading into
downtown Toronto; he was heading in the opposite direction. You glanced over at
him; seemingly sensing your question before you asked Morgan simply stated
“Heading to this place out toward London.” Satisfied with his answer
you nodded; Morgan reaching over the center console, pulling your hand from you
lap and lacing his fingers through yours. You smiled; happy to be close to him,
happy to have him home.
Being with Morgan was absolutely worth all the time you spent
apart; but even after dating for the past 3 years, it didn’t get any easier
when he had to go on the road. His homecomings were always sweet, but with the
looming sadness of knowing he’d be gone again in a matter of days. Morgan
lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin before settling
your entwined hands back on his thigh. You chatted about your job, how the road
trip went, what to get his mom for her upcoming birthday, and the upcoming
charity event you’d be attending for the Leafs. The longer you drove the more
you noticed the unease in Morgan’s body language. He was chewing on his lip and
still pulling on his right earlobe.
“Morgan, are you alright?” you finally asked.
“Yeah (Y/N), I’m fine. Just been on planes so much the past few days, all
the sitting is making me restless.” he responded quickly. “You don’t
have to worry – shit.” the last of his sentence was cut off as car engine
sputtered. Morgan slowed down and pulled to the side of the road, just as the
engine died. “Fuck.” Morgan muttered under his breath.
He popped the hood before getting out of the driver’s seat
and walking to the front of car. As good as he was at so many things; you knew
one thing he was not was a mechanic. You waited a few minutes in the
passenger’s seat, hearing a few clicks and bangs before sliding out of the car
and walking to the front of the car to stand with Morgan. “I can call a
tow service or AAA.” you offered.
too long, babe.” he sighed. “We have to get to town for your
surprise.” he muttered, struggling to check the coolant and oil levels in
“It’s not like
either of us are car experts. I know you have plans, but if we miss a
reservation or something it’s okay.” you stated, shoving your hands in
your coat pockets, looking under the hood.
“It’s not okay!
I’ve had these plans set up for a while now, and we need to arrive on
time.” he said, the frustration evident in his voice. He ran a hand
through his hair, glancing over the engine and air filter before emitting a
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.
taken up learning car mechanics in your free time, there’s not.” he responded
flatly, throwing his hand up in exasperation.
You walked back to the passenger’s seat, knowing that there
was nothing you could do except wait for Morgan to calm down and call a tow
service. You heard him yell “FUCK!” before slamming the hood of the
car down. You watched as leaned against the front of the car, his back to you,
and pulled his cell from his pocket, punching something into his phone.
You sighed, popping the glove compartment open; you rummaged
through the contents to find the manual. Knowing there was nothing you could
actually do to help the current state of the car; it would at least make you
feel like you were doing something productive. Finding the manual, you
struggled to free it from the other items in the glove compartment. As you pulled
the manual out, an assortment of other items fell to the ground. You set the
manual on the dash as you cleaned up your mess. Reaching down you put away a
fallen flashlight, a pen, a screwdriver, and small cloth bag. Curious, you
opened the bag; revealing a small box. After a moment of examination you
realized it was a jewelry box; more specifically, a ring box. Your breath
caught in your throat, knowing you shouldn’t open it, but you couldn’t help
yourself. You cracked open the box, revealing beautiful ring; the large diamond
in the center was surrounded by a series of smaller stones. You almost dropped
it when you heard the driver’s side door open. Looking up, Morgan stared at
you, his mouth agape.
“I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t have opened it.” you whispered looking over at him. “Is
this why you were so adamant about getting to wherever we were going on time?”
“Uh, yeah. Um… I had a bunch of stuff set up, but now
with the car… and you finding the ring, it doesn’t really matter
anymore.” he said, the nerves evident in his voice.
“I hope it still matters, Mo.” You said, watching
Morgan play nervously with his tie.
“Of course it stills matters, but the reservation and other
stuff I set up are wasted.” He sighed, slipping into the driver’s seat and
closing the door. Facing forward, you watched as he swallowed hard, trying to
calm himself down. “I wanted this to be the most special moment of your life.”
“Babe, it will be the most special moment of my life.”
You said, reaching over, resting your hand on his thigh. “I appreciate the
effort behind it, but it would have been special any way or anywhere you chose
to ask me.”
“But babe you deserve something better than getting
proposed to on my front porch after a trip to Olive Garden.” He sighed,
leaning his head against headrest.
“What you think I deserve isn’t important right now.
What I want is what matters; and what I want is to be with you. Forever. That’s
what matters; not where you propose. It could at a 5 star restaurant or behind
a dumpster and I’d be happy.” you reached up, gently turning his face to
yours. “And what’s wrong with Olive Garden? How can you go wrong with
unlimited breadsticks?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows at him.
He smirked at you and rolled his eyes. “If all you want
is me and unlimited breadsticks, this marriage thing is going to be easier than
I thought.” he grinned. “So, now what? I mean, you’re holding the
“You could ask me now. Then you can stop tugging on
your earlobe.” You grinned.
“You know what; I have an idea.” He said after a
moment. “It’s something you can tell
your family about without mentioning the part where I don’t know how to fix a
car.” He said reaching over and taking the ring box from your hands and slipping
it into pocket.
Headlights came into view behind you, watching as the tow
truck pulled in front of you. Morgan jumped out of the car, motioning for you
to stay put, he walked over to the driver. Jake showed him something on his
phone and spoke to him for a few moments before walking over the car and
opening the door for you. You climbed out, watching as the tow truck driver
hooked Jake’s car onto the pulley system, lifting it onto the back of the
“Alright, she’s ready to go.” The driver said, motioning to
the passenger side door.
You glanced at Morgan. “When you tell this part of the
story, just tell people it was a limo, eh?” he glanced down at you hopefully as
he walked you over to the truck, pulling the door open for you.
“Got it.” You grinned, stepping up into the truck, Morgan’s
hands wrapping around your waist, giving you a boost into the high seat. He
pulled himself up behind you, closing the door. The ride back to into Toronto
was silent, the hour late. You were getting tired, your eyes falling closed,
your head on Morgan’s shoulder. Soon, Morgan was gently shaking you awake.
“Babe, we’re here.”
He whispered softly as you awoke. He helped you out of the truck,
thanking the driver and making arrangements for the repairs. You yawned, taking
in your surroundings properly. You looked across the street, there it was, the
George Street Diner. You heard the tow truck pulling away as Morgan stepped
beside you, placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you into the diner.
“Pick a good table for us.” He said as he walked to the counter, speaking with the
You sat at the corner booth, the best table to watch what
was happening out on the street. You smiled as you looked around, remembering
how much you loved this place. You hadn’t been back much since you had left;
after you had gotten back on your feet you had quit to focus on your full time
job and to spend more time with Morgan. You slipped off your coat, putting it
beside you in the booth as Morgan came back, slipping into the seat across from
you. A waitress followed shortly after, setting down two cups of coffee.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked, crossing his arms on
“Go for it.” You replied.
“I hate pie.” He admitted. “The only reason I got pie here
the night we met was because you recommend it.
I didn’t want you to walk away and take my order to the kitchen, so I
ordered pie so I could sit and talk with you.” He said sheepishly.
“Mo, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You said laughing as you reached across the
table, grabbing his hand. “You ordered a slice of pie every single time you
came in here after that night.”
“Yeah, but by that time it felt like tradition and I wanted
you to know I valued your dessert opinions.” He said smirking.
You laughed as the waitress came back, this time with two
pieces of strawberry pie. Setting a plate in front of each of you, she nodded
at Morgan before walking away.
“Morgan, after all this time, you finally confess that you
hate pie and you got yourself a slice anyway?” you said looking at the giant
piece of strawberry pie sitting in front of him.
“I told you, it’s a tradition.” He shrugged, grabbing the
fork off his plate and taking a huge bite. “It’s not so bad.”
You grabbed your fork, about to break through the top layer
of crust, when you noticed the ring perched on top of your slice of pie. You
smiled, looking up as Morgan slid out of the booth, coming to kneel beside you.
He reached onto the table, resting his hand over yours as he
took a deep breath. “(Y/N), when I walked into this diner 3 years ago, I had no
idea I would find the love of a lifetime. The life you’ve chosen to live with
me isn’t an easy one. My schedule, my friends, my job; nothing in my life has
ever been consistent; but the one thing that’s remained constant over the past
3 years has been my love for you. You love me, you support me, you take care of
me; and I want to keep doing the same for you, for the rest of my life. (Y/N),
will you marry me?” he asked, nervously, his blue eyes gazing into yours.
“Mo, of course I’ll marry you.” You grinned, blinking hard
as tears threatened to spill. Watching as he plucked the ring off your slice of
pie. “I don’t know what your initial plan was, babe, but it couldn’t have been
more perfect that this.” You said, as he slipped the ring on your finger, tears
rolling down your smiling face. Morgan slipped into the booth beside you, wrapping
his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Looking down at the ring that now adorned
your finger; you smiled as you looked back up at Morgan. His thumb gently brushed the tears off your
cheek, he pressed his mouth to yours, the taste of strawberry still on his lips.
“I love you, (Y/N).” he said breathlessly as he pulled away
from you a few moments later.
Rules: Answer all questions, then add one question of your own
Coke or Pepsi: There’s not really much of a difference between the two, but I’ll go with Pepsi.
Disney or DreamWorks: Aw man, that’s a tough one. Can’t I choose both? No? Disney then, sorry DW.
Coffee or tea: Coffee!
Books or movies: Movies
Windows or Mac: Windows
DC or Marvel: Marvel
Xbox or Playstation: I don’t have either, but I’ll go with Xbox.
Dragon age or Mass effect: ???
Night owl or early riser: Night owl
Cards or chess: Cards
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
Vans or converse: Converse
Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: ???
Fluff or angst: Angst 😈
Beach or forest: Forest
Dogs or cats: Cats rule!
Clear skies or rain: Rain
Cooking or eating out: Eating out
Spicy food or mild food: Mild
Halloween/Samhaim/Solstice/ yule/ Christmas: Again with the tough questions?! I love both equally.
Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot (and no the winter coats and AC are not an option): Damn it! Guess I’ll have to pick hot.
If you could have a super power, what would it be: Hmm, I don’t know.
Animation or live action: Animation
Paragon or renegade: ???
Baths or showers: Showers
Team Cap or Team Ironman: Ironman, I guess.
Fantasy or sci fi: Sci Fi
Do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they? If not do you think you will in the future?: Probably.
YouTube or Netflix: YouTube
Classic Disney, Disney Renaissance or Modern Disney?: It’s all great in my opinion.
What would you tell your younger self: Work sucks, stay in school :P
If you could change one thing about the world around you, what would it be?: Like everything. The world needs a total makeover :(
Make music or listen to music: Listen
Shakespeare’s comedies or tragedies: Tragedies
What song do you have stuck in your head right now?: I’d chime in with “haven’t you ever heard of closing the god damn door…” I can’t remember what it’s called, but it’s by Panic! At the Disco.
Going to a concert or a huge party: Concert
Favorite animal: Cat
Favorite TV show(s): Regular Show, The Amazing World of Gumball, Adventure Time, We Bare Bears, The Simpsons, Family Guy, American Dad, Bobs Burgers, Rick and Morty, Gravity Falls, Once upon a Time, Bojack Horseman, The Penguins of Madagascar, etc.
Favourite Disney movie: There’s a lot I love. I don’t have a favourite, Zootopia’s one of them though.
Favourite Movie you watched in 2016? Doesn’t have to had come out in 2016, just something new to you: Zootopia, Kung fu Panda 3, Storks, Moana.
Dearest childhood memory: Getting my first cat on my birthday.
The language you would love to learn: I don’t know, they’re all neat.
How many body mods do you have? I only have my ears pierced as of right now.
I’m keeping the gryphon character, palette may change very slightly, add some simple markings possibly, but otherwise she’s a new character named Solana. Idk much else. I don’t often name random characters or give them specific personalities besides story characters or sonas, but I’ll do that more often now. She likes running, metal music, and playing mobile games of varying quality (main pastime when not with friends). Prefers games over books, tea over coffee, morning over night, hot over cold. Has primarily hyperactive ADHD. Is pansexual. Human counterpart design would be Mexican American around California/Baja California (relatives).
I’ll do this more often for character design exercises and just for fun in general. hmu if any of my characters are described or presented in disrespectful ways regarding any features especially regarding behaviors, disabilities, disorders, etc.
Added note: “Human counterpart design” basically means “in the cases where I imagine a human AU (which is not all of my characters) their race and nationality are…”
1. coke or pepsi: neither lmao 2. disney or dreamworks: disney hell yeah 3. coffee or tea: coffee i live off of coffee 4. books or movies: books 5. windows or mac: i dont know 6. dc or marvel: marvel 7. x-box or playstation: xbox 8. dragon age or mass effect: ??? pass????? 9. night owl or early riser: night owl 10. cards or chess: cards 11. chocolate or vanilla: vanilla!!!! i lov chocolate but i choose vanilla over it 12. vans or converse: converse 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ?????????????????? 14. fluff or angst: angst 15. beach or forest: forest 16. dogs or cats: dogs omg cats can suck my ass 17. clear skies or rain: rain 18. cooking or eating out: cooking 19. spicy food or mild food: mild food bc im White 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas!! 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold i lov the cold 22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: reading minds bc i never know what the fuck people are Actually Saying 23. animation or live action: live action 24. paragon or renegade: ???????? 25. baths or showers: showers 26. team cap or team ironman: team cap!!! tony stark can choke 27. fantasy or sci-fi: sci-fi 28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: uhhh nothing off the top of my head??? 29. youtube or netflix: netflix 30. harry potter or percy jackson: percy jackson (but NOT heroes of olympus that was trasH) 31. when do you feel accomplished: when i dont harm myself lol 32. star wars or star trek: neither 33. paperback books or hardcover books: H AR D COV E R 34. to live in a world without literature or without music?: without music 35. who was the last person to make you laugh? my friends sofia and jaclyn 36: city or countryside? city omg 37: favorite chips? idk?????? 38: pants or dresses? pants dresses show my Legs 39: libraries or museums? bOTH binch u think i can choose 40: character driven stories or plot driven stories? character driven stories 41: fairy tales or mythology? mythology 42: pen or pencil? pencil bc i always make Mistakes 43. the stars or the moon? the moon shes the loml
i was tagged by: @pitybabiie lov u angel girl (tbh that’s my nickname for you)
rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.
1. coke or pepsi: coke
2. disney or dreamworks: dreamworks animation is soo good
3. coffee or tea: coffee
4. books or movies: movies
5. windows or mac: windows
6. dc or marvel: preference for marvel but i like both
7. x-box or playstation: xbox
8. dragon age or mass effect: dragon age (i’m medieval rpg trash)
9. night owl or early riser: night owl
10. cards or chess: cards (idk how to play chess)
11. chocolate or vanilla: vanilla
12. vans or converse: vans
13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: lavellan (i always pick elves)
14. fluff or angst: angst bc i like suffering
15. beach or forest: forest
16. dogs or cats: cats
17. clear skies or rain: clear skies lately
18. cooking or eating out: eating out
19. spicy food or mild food: spicy
20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: halloweeen/samhain
21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold i naturally run warm it can be annoying
22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: angel wings so i can fly
23. animation or live action: animation
24. paragon or renegade: renegrade (there are so many video game questions)
25. baths or showers: showers
26. team cap or team ironman: team ironman
27. fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy
28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: “Don’t blink. Don’t blink. Cut off your eyelids with a pocket knife and wave them like tiny flags that say look at me I’m not afraid.” Sarah Certa, anything by kelly link, trista mateer, clementine von radics, & warsan shire
29. youtube or netflix: youtube
30. harry potter or percy jackson: i’ll pass
31. when do you feel accomplished: when my ap euro teacher tells me i did a good job (i cried one time it was super weird)
32. star wars or star trek: this is hard so both
33. paperback books or hardback books: hardcovers are sexy but expensive