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Parents begging for grandchildren have the same mentality as a child begging for a puppy: they get all of the cute with none of the work.

#well tracie begs for both so...

Rushed

A/N: Last Alcie fic for the selection OC! I guess it takes place in the right timeline since I don’t even talk about Haila haha.

Warning: Tracie is more obsessed than ever

I am a fucking hypocrite. This is the thought crossing my mind when Alan starts kissing my neck. I do exactly what I spend my time warning the girls against. I should maybe feel a little guilty… Nah. Alan is a too good kisser to regret anything. I kick out the girls from my brain and dedicate myself to our great making-out session… until Alan decides it’s enough for today, which doesn’t get me in a good mood.

I squeeze his half unbuttoned shirt, trying to pulling him closer to me, but he’s too strong and resists easily. “Stop, Trace.”

“Whyyyyyy ?” I moan, even if I already know the answer. He wants us to take our time, ‘cause you know, I’m not like his exes blablabla. It’s romantic, okay… but a little cliché too. And… MY HORMONES ARE TOTALLY AGAINST THIS DECISION. I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BOYFRIEND FUCK !

Alan grabs my hands. “You know why.” He kisses my forehead. “And I’ll be late for work.”

I groan and cross my arms, looking at the hour. The worst is that he’s right. He has to go to work. Letting go a sigh, he pulls away from me. While he gets ready, I try to find something to make him change his mind. Maybe I should invest in lingerie ? Or on the contrary, not wearing underwear at all ? Hum… What would be the most appealing ? I should ask my sister, she knows that stuff better than I do. But then I remember that nobody knows for Alan and me, it’s supposed to be a secret. That’s what he wanted first, because the media still stalk me, even if I’m not in the Selection anymore, and his sister’s safety is his priority. But I don’t mind it, I even love having him only for me without anyone disturbing our privacy. Also, it’s my first relationship ever. I don’t really know how it works and I prefer discovering it on my own than being advised by everybody. Yes, including Aliya. She’s gonna kill me when she learns.

Alan decides to put another shirt on, and the view of his naked and muscled back reminds me of my new goal. And what if I wait for him in his room, totally naked ? Uhm no, even I know it is not a good idea. But I am so desperate… and frustrated. I want more and it gets harder and harder to accept his stupid decision. He knows I’m not someone patient. Making me wait like this is a pure torture !

Alan suddenly turns back and shakes his head when he sees my face. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re annoying.” I sulk. He simply raises his eyebrows. “And frustrating. And…” I am interrupted by his warm lips on mines, but he steps back before I have time to deepen the kiss. “I know, babe.”

“Moron.” I throw him a pillow and he laughs and then gets quiet. He grabs a lock of my hair and totally changes of subject. “Are you ready for tomorrow ?”

“Yep.” I can’t hide my excitement.

“Good.” He leans to kiss me again. “Now go away.” I pout. “Andrea is coming.” He adds. Fuck. I immediately get up and adjust my outfit. It is out of the question that I see his sister. Not because of the secret-thing, I don’t care if she knows or doesn’t… I just can’t bear her and her behavior towards Alan. He does his best to protect her and she does everything to hurt him more and more. At the beginning I thought it was only her adolescent crisis, but I start wondering if she doesn’t just really hate Alan. I saw the way she looked at him when she entered that car the other time… She didn’t seem guilty for a bit, but even happy to see Alan so devastated. So if I meet her again, I’m afraid it will be the war.

I kiss Alan quickly and leave his small house.

Fuck. It hurts more than what I thought. I close my eyes and try not to cry in front of Alan. I don’t want him to think I am a wimp. And I wanted that, I have to deal with it now. Fuuuuuuuuuck. When will it be over ?

“Babe, are you okay ?” Alan asks in my ear, his thumb stroking my hand.

I nod but can’t hide a grimace. I feel like a thousand of needles are pricking me. Wait… A thousand of needles are really pricking me.

“It won’t last.” He reassures me.

“Unless she doesn’t stop moving.” The tattooer says. “Control your girlfriend, Alan, or her tattoo will be a shit.”

“You heard the man, babe.”

“Fuck you.” I groan. “Fuck both of you.”

It won’t last, he said. I spend six fucking hours being tortured ! At a certain point, I don’t even feel my shoulder blade anymore. I didn’t think it would be that long, I can’t stay laid doing nothing during so much time. So I start singing, which annoys the tattooer because “I distract him and make him deaf with my awful voice”. Alan tries to make me forget the pain by telling anything. I focus on his deep voice and even get asleep.

“It’s over.” Alan whispers. I open my eyes and feel like my shoulder blade is burning. He helps me to get up and leads me to a mirror at the bottom of the tattoo salon. I almost break my neck to be able to see the beautiful fox I wanted. I love the geometrical form it takes at the end.

“Why a fox ?”

“Lexie was foxy.” I simply answer, smiling sadly.

He kisses my forehead. “I’m proud of you.” The tattooer then puts a bandage on my fox, and I notice Alan’s look on my breast. “Pervert.” I tell him.

“I plead guilty.” He smirks. Given his lustful look, I don’t need to invest in sexy lingerie. Simple bras seem to be enough. “Pff…” He’s such an idiot.

After the tattoo, I buy ice creams for both of us. I’m sooooo hungry, I could eat my own arm. We go back home laughing. I secretly hope we could continue what we were doing yesterday, but Alan is determined to follow the tattooer’s orders and to clean my tattoo. If he thinks I’m gonna give up, he is kidding himself.

I open the door of the house, ready to apply my plan, when Mila gets out of the living-room. Fuck. She wasn’t supposed to be out somewhere, like Aliya ? I drop Alan’s hand and pull away from him, hoping she didn’t notice anything.

“Trace ?” Mila asks, looking confused. She notices Alan and stutters. “Oh uh... hi.”

He waves quietly. “Hi.” I pretend to be happy to see her. Not that I’m not, but I would have preferred to see her in few hours. “Hum hey ! You… uh… are not outside ?”

She still looks surprised to see us. “Uh no.. I had another headache…” She suddenly change the subject. “But that's not the point. You two though..” She grins, and I have to admit it’s a little bit frightening. Alan runs away in the kitchen, while I scream. “HOW DID YOU LEARN FOR MY TATTOO ?”

Maybe I let sketches of the fox in the living-room ?

“Wait what ?” Mila answers. She looks as lost as I am. “Why are we running and screaming ?” She shakes her head. “Everyone knows right ?”

Alan comes back from the kitchen. “Uh... she isn't talking about the tattoo Trace.”

“What is she talking about then ?”

Mila finally realizes something and shouts. “WAIT YOU GOT A TATTOO!”

This conversation is a mess. We talk about two things at the same time.

“WHAT DOES EVERYONE KNOW ? AND YES I GOT A TATTOO!”

Mila decides to give up the story of the tattoo, which first releases me.

“YOU ARE ON THAT DAMN FRONT COVER”

“WHAT” Then Alan shows me the cover of the magazine he’s been holding for few minutes. It’s a picture of us, kissing in front of the college. It was the day I officially stopped uni. “WHAT” I repeat. Mila grabs the magazine out of Alan's hands. “LOOK.” She shakes the magazine. My eyes widen. “THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK.”

Alan rolls his eyes. Luckily, Mila can’t see him.

“Trace come on, there is no denying anymore. You are on that fricking front cover!”

“Babe they all know, why are you denying ?” Alan adds.

“Because you wanted it to be a secret !”

“Nothing can be secret with you, Tracie.” He sighs but doesn’t look particularly angry.

“You got a point.” Mila tells him.

“I know.” He answers proudly.

I prefer to ignore him. “Did Ali see this ?”

She did, as I learn it hours later, after Alan ran away because of Mila. I try to deny, to make as if I don't know what she talks about. Even I wonder why I do that, it's stupid, and it makes me look stupid. But I can’t help it. I use my tattoo as a distraction and it quite works. But Ali smiles all the time. She seems happy for me at least. They all seem happy for me. I guess they really are. But still, it’s so strange. Alan and I are an official couple. Fuck, I can’t even say if I like this word. Couple. It’s too normal for us and our insanity… I mean my insanity.

I realize I am in front of his door only once he opens it. Oh because I knocked too?

“I’m an idiot.”

“You’re an idiot.” I say at the same time as he talks. We laugh and I shake my head. “I should hit you for letting me with Mila on my own….”

Alan leans against the door, smirking. Arrogant idiot. “Why don’t you do it then?”

“Because I love you, idiot.”

I raise my eyebrows, curious to hear what he has to say now. But he looks just shocked, staring at me with a widened mouth. I didn’t think it would touch him so much. I mean… It isn’t obvious? He suddenly catches my lips with his and wraps his hands around my waist.

“There’s only you to say it so normally.” He rubs his nose against mine, grinning.

“It’s normal to love you, Alan Holland.”

He pulls me closer to him. “And honestly, it’s not at all to love you.” I wrinkle my nose, ready to insult him. “But I do.” He continues, “with all my heart. I fucking love you, Tracie Beauchamp.”

I smirk. “You fucking love me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. So now, let’s go to your room.” He shakes his head.

“Sofa. I don‘t trust you.”

I squint and give him the finger... some things will never change.

#alcie

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|| A I L E E N & H E R s e l e c t i o n F R I E N D S ||

I wanted to practice making edits so I ended up doing this. No particular reason behind it. Just the girls Aileen interacted with and got close to at some point. This includes: name, a trait Aileen identified each of them with and (thanks to @thedandelioninperspective‘s suggestions) a crack nickname. Enjoy! I had lots of fun with this Selection.

Ft. @lady-naomi-lafleur @mila-regan @aliyatyson & @tracie-beauchamp

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The Story Of The Turquoise Cat

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Shot

A/N : Hello dear people ! Finally Aliya getting shot from… Alan’s point of view lol. It was supposed to be really longer (it is only 3k words) but unfortunately Cassey deleted her account as you know so I lost our rp planned for this fic. And I wanted this fic to be over before leaving for Italy (and possibly before Bertha announces the winner). Anyway I did my best (but it is probably the worst fic I produced) and I think you could like the end. Enjoy !

“Andrea, get out of here !” I say, hammering on the door of the bathroom. What the hell has she been doing for two hours inside ?

“I’m getting ready !” She screams to be heard above the water. I’m pretty sure that there’s no hot water anymore… and that the bill will be steep. Thank you Andrea, we can see you’re not the one working all day to make us survive.

“Ready for what, Andrea ?”

She suddenly opens the door. “What the hell is that ?!” I yell. She wears a short and skin-tight red dress.

“I’m going to a party.” She shrugs.

She wants to go to the living room, but I block her. “And when did you think you would ask me the permission ?”

She bites her red lip. “Hum… never ? You’re not my father, Alan.” Then she takes advantage of her thin stature to pass and goes to the living room.

“But I’m your brother and your guardian.”

She grabs a small handbag, defying me.

“I forbid you to go there, Andrea.”

It’s already 9 pm, I know what kind of party she’s going to.

“And you know what ? I don’t care.” She replies.

And my exes always wondered why I didn’t want children. Andrea is only my sister but she enables me to see all the problems kids bring. I always feel guilty for this, but sometimes I think it will be great once she turns 18 and leaves the house. ‘Cause believe me, as soon as she is of age, she’ll leave and I’ll never see her again. Tracie doubts it will really happen, but I know Andrea. She is sure I am the source of her problems (what problems ? she’s only 15) and that I prevent her doing what she wants. Getting rid of me is her dream. But for the moment she has to live with the “jerk” I am, so she prefers driving me crazy.

I put my hand on the entering door to block Andrea. I certainly won’t let her go.

“Alan !”

“You’ll stay here, even if it means you’ll hate me until my death.”

“People are waiting for me !”

“No.”

“It’s not the first time I do that, Alan. I’ll be safe if that is why you’re worried.”

“What do you mean ?” I whisper, trying to control my anger. If she wanted to convince me with that, she totally failed.

“When you have to work late and you come back long after the curfew, where do you think I am ? At home, doing my homework or sleeping, like the nice little girl you want me to be ?” She answers aggressively.

It’s worse than what I thought. She’s worse than what I thought.

A knock on the door interrupts our fight. I look at Andrea, making her understand that it is not over. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. I breathe in and out, trying to stay calm and open the door.

“Tracie ?”

She raises her head, looking surprised to hear me calling her. She wears the sweater I left at her home the other night. I would find it cute if she didn’t have that look, the same as she had that day on the beach. I frown, Andrea almost forgotten.

“What’s wrong, babe ?”

She suddenly wraps her arms around my waist, buries her face in my t-shirt and cries. I hate that sound so much, it breaks me a little bit every time. I would like to let her come in, but I know it’s a bad idea, there’s Andrea trying to look upon my shoulder.

“You let them come here ?” Andrea mumbles. We both know who she refers to. All these girls I dated, I flirted with, only because I found it funny and wanted to pass time. I didn’t worth more than my father at that time. Luckily it’s over now.

Oh and fuck, I can’t let Tracie there. I make us enter. Andrea raises her eyebrows when she sees Tracie but then widens her eyes when she recognizes her.

“You date ex-Selected now ? Congrats.” She says, sarcastic.

“We’re not dating, Andrea.”

She looks at my hand stroking Tracie’s arm, skeptic.

“Go to your room, Andrea.”

Instead of that, she crosses the door and leaves.

“Wait two minutes, Tracie.”

She nods and dries her tears. I run after my sister, who walks quite quickly with her heels. She reaches a black car.

“Andrea !”

“Sorry Alan.” She says, getting into the car. I watch her draw away, wondering once again what I did to her.

“She’s a bitch.” Tracie says behind me. I turn around, surprised to hear her voice, especially to say that. “Don’t say that. She’s not.”

“She is and you know it. Look at how she treated you.”

I know how Tracie exaggerates with words all the time, so I don’t take it bad. And maybe I know she’s not totally wrong. I cross my arms, still looking at the place that car was few minutes ago. I wish I had stopped her.

“She would have run away through the window of her room.” Tracie says, in echo to my own thoughts. I often ask myself how we do to guess what the other is thinking about.

“Why did you come, Trace ?” I ask. She was crying two minutes ago and now she talks to me as if it never happened.

“Aliya got shot.”

I’m not sure to have heard clearly. “What ?”

“Aliya got shot.” She repeats and tears appear again in her eyes.

“How… ?”

“I just need you to drive me to the hospital. I feel… I feel I can’t do it on my own.”

She puts her hands in the pockets of my sweater.

“I’ll drive then.”

She makes a small smile. I can’t stay at home waiting for Andrea anyway, I will get totally crazy. I take Tracie’s hand and I wonder a short moment if being with her is not the thing that will make me really insane.

In the car, Tracie explains me that Aliya is actually a northern rebel. From the two friends, I expected Tracie to be the rebel one, honestly. But for having already been approached by rebels, I guess she’s probably too out of control for the job.

More she talks, more a kind of anger starts growing inside her, I hear it in her speech. She’s talking about that rebel guy, Ray, when we arrive at the hospital… And mad is not strong enough to describe how she feels about him. If she had a gun, Ray would be dead. When I cut off the contact, she gets out of the car before I can say anything. Will everyone run away from me tonight ? I call her twice but she doesn’t even turn her head, walking in a determined way.

She enters the hospital and I have to run after her, knowing she’s going to do something stupid. I find her easily, she yells at a guy I guess is Ray. I put my hand on her mouth just when she’s about to shout “rebel” in front of everyone. I convince her to go somewhere else to talk. I don’t know if I should have done that. She is very angry at Ray and doesn’t hide it. She even says he is responsible of what happened to her best friend. It’s obvious Ray is already not okay, worried about his girlfriend and she increases his guilt.

Until Ray punches the wall and gives in, silently sobbing. There’s a changement inside her, she sees something in Ray she probably never saw before. She sits next to him and reassures him… well the best she can reassure someone. I even think I assist to the beginning of their friendship, but none of them will admit it.

Tracie becomes the Tracie we all know again when Ray decides to clean his t-shirt. I’m pretty sure it’s because he wants to be alone but obviously Tracie doesn’t understand it like that. For her, it’s simply a t-shirt someone has to clean. She begs Ray to do it, saying she has to do something. I frown at that moment. She’s not as okay as she wants to show it. But Ray doesn’t notice anything in her attitude, he already thinks she’s weird, he doesn’t try to understand why she does what she does like I do. Too late. Before I have time to comment, Ray gives up and takes off his t-shirt. She asks me to stay with him. Girl I hardly know him, what am I supposed to do ? She leaves running, making a comment about Ray’s muscles before disappearing in the corridors of the hospital. I know she’s not tactful usually, but there, it’s different. She says that as a distraction. I should follow her… But Ray needs me too. I’m not sure anyone thought about what he must feel with his girlfriend in an operating room. They probably did like Tracie and got angry with him - not as violently of course. He’s alone… I guess it’s up to me. I sit next to him, not really knowing what to say. I finally do the best as I can. He doesn’t seem to believe me when I say Aliya will be okay and that it is not his fault, but I try. He looks a little bit better and everything’s fine until he talks about Tracie and her crazy attitude. I think he doesn’t understand what I’m doing with her. I don’t either to be honest.

We stay silent after that. I start worrying about Tracie. She left us a while ago. Ray doesn’t look like he’s gonna punch the wall, I guess it’s safe to leave him alone.

I spend fifteen minutes to find the damn rest rooms of this ground. Let’s just hope she’s there.

And she is, crying in a side of the toilets. I’m not really surprised, even if it still breaks my heart to see her so overwhelmed. I’m such a jerk, letting her alone was a very bad idea.

I turn my head towards the mirror. Broken and with blood. Not difficult to guess she hit it with her fist. I can’t even imagine her hand right now.

“Trace ?” I call her softly.

She raises her head and reveals her red cheeks, wet by her tears. “What if she dies ? What if I lose her, like I lost Lexie ?” She is half panicking. I get closer slowly, while she goes on. “What if I can’t keep people close to me ? What if I lead them to death !”

I kneel down to face her. “Gosh, what are you saying, Tracie ? It doesn’t make sense !” She shakes her head, still hunched on the floor. Her hand bleeds, I can see pieces of the mirror inside it.

“I can’t go through this again…” She sobs.

“You won’t, okay ? You won’t.” I repeat.

Tracie finally lets me hug her. She cries on my shoulder, mumbling things I can’t understand. I don’t stop my “shhh” or the moves of my hand on her back a second.

“Why do people always say I am strong ? I’m not.” She suddenly says, her safe hand grabbing my bicep like an anchor.

“You are strong. But you’re human too.”

And that’s the moment I do the stupidest thing I could ever do. I just don’t think and kiss her hair. It’s quick and innocent, but it both makes us stop breathing. We look each other in the eye, both realizing something. Our faces are so close, I suddenly realize, my eyes staring at her lips.

“I-I sh-should do something for my hand!” Tracie almost screams, getting up.

“Trace wait !” She almost runs away, but stops at the door. She stares at me, shakes her head, eyes widened, and finally leaves me before I have time to think clearly.

That night is pure shit. First Andrea, then Tracie, and Ray. And Tracie again. Since I met her, she’s always there.

I don’t know why I didn’t leave. Why I am still in the hospital, waiting. For what ? Again, I don’t know. Probably for her. No. Not probably. I am waiting for her. Even if I know it’s stupid and useless. She ran away, and I’m not sure she’ll come back one day. I don’t know if it was too early or if I just should have never done that. But I can’t believe I am the only one who felt it. I got girlfriends before, but I’ve never had this feeling, this need to be with them, to share everything, even my soul. With Tracie I have it. And I love it… like I love her.

I put my head on the backseat. I love her, finally I admit it. I am in fucking love with her and nothing can change that.

I can’t let her go, I realize. If I give up now, I’ll definitely lose her. I have to try something. The only way to convince Tracie is to be more stubborn than she is. It’s not something easy but I’m determined to do it.

That’s the moment she chooses to appear in the hall. She looks very very angry. I don’t know what happened but it certainly won’t won’t stop me. I follow her and grab her wrist.

“Tracie, we need to talk.” She turns around and looks at my grab. “I should go, Alan.” The tone is distant.

I take the keys of her car, still in the pocket of my jeans. “The keys against a talk.”

She bites her lips. I know she wanna run away, but I have the keys… I feel a little guilty for forcing her, but sometimes the only way to do something with Tracie is to use extreme measures.

“Okay.” She sighs. She already regrets it, and it tears my heart more than I would like to.

“I can’t be your friend.” I announce straightforwardly, oncewe got out of the hospital and found a quieter place.

She gets white and steps back, not expecting that. “Wh-what ?”

“I can’t be your friend.” I repeat. The words are hard, violent. I see how they touch her. But she needs to know. I take a long breath to gain some courage, before saying it aloud for the first time of my life. “I can’t be your friend because I love you more than a friend.”

I think a second and realize that’s not how a normal relationship works. Love declarations come later. But we’re not really normal, are we ?

“Really ?” She only replies with a small voice, blinking.

How can she doubt about it ? This is so obvious, they all saw it before us.

“Of course.”

“More than a friend?” It seems she wants to make sure of something.

“So much more than a friend.” I whisper

Tracie crosses the few inches separating us. I touch her cheek with one finger lightly, as if I could make her run away if I push too strong. She shivers and gets closer to me. I feel her speed breaths on my face. We look each other in the eye few seconds, before she decides to make the last step and to kiss me. It’s brusque and surprising, like her. I put my hands around her waist and she wraps hers around my neck, holding me to make the kiss last longer. I bet she has never been kissed like that, neither did I. It’s stronger and more passionate than everything I knew before. Does it come from her, me or just the both of us ?

Tracie slowly pulls away, breathless. I cup her face, thumbing her cheeks, and let go a “holy shit”, which, I think, summarize that crazy day perfectly. She can’t help but bursting out laughing. I just look at her, her natural beauty, her appeased look. Our eyes meet again and I grin when I realize she looks at me exactly in the way I look at her. She bites her bottom lip, suddenly hesitating.

“You can kiss me again whenever you want, babe.” I say, guessing her intention.

As an answer, she simply gives me the finger, trying not to smile. I immediately lean towards her and catch her lips with mines. Aliya is definitely not the only one who got shot tonight.

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what your moon sign says about you

the moon sign is so important. it’s the first thing i want to mention to people learning about astrology, because although your chart is much like a jigsaw puzzle, your moon sign is one of the biggest pieces. much like the sun sign, it makes up a vast amount of who you are. your moon sign rules over your emotions, your impulses, and the deepest, most personal version of you. your sun sign is who you are when you’re in your element, most comfortable, around the people you trust. your moon sign is the inner workings of you every single day. the decisions you make, the way you perceive your emotions, and your viewpoint on the world are all products of your moon sign. so learn a bit about yourself!

☽ moon in aries ☾ : if your moon is in aries, you’re quite a character! passionate, impulsive, and excitable, you are fast paced and see nothing as impossible! you’re bound to have very strong emotions, be them good or bad, and you let them rule your every decision (though your decisions can hardly be called decisions; you just do what you want). nothing is ever boring with a moon in aries around! good qualities: passionate, spontaneous, ambitious, optimistic bad qualities: impatient, moody, hot-headed, dramatic

☽ moon in taurus ☾ : if your moon is in taurus, your personality can be best described as warm. you are affectionate, patient, and kind, and you’re a slave to routine. you want every day to be predictable, because you’re most comfortable following a pattern! your love for your family, close friends, and partner is gentle and unwavering, and you will stick by the people you care about through thick and thin. good qualities: kind, loyal, frugal, fair bad qualities: stubborn, materialistic, unforgiving

☽ moon in gemini ☾ : if your moon is in gemini you’re one of the most fast-paced moon signs. sociable, funny, and friendly, you’re much like aries in your impulsiveness, but unlike the fire sign which is unwavering, you’re an ever-changing person. you probably find yourself taking on traits of those around you, and constantly reinventing your style, because you can’t stand being the same person every day! good qualities: interesting, funny, organized, intelligent bad qualities: noncommittal, restless, rude

☽ moon in cancer ☾ : cancer moons are the most in-touch with their feelings of all the moon signs. if your moon is in cancer, you always know what you’re feeling, and always know what the people around you are feeling as well. you have great intuition, and that combined with your maternal nature makes you a wonderful friend, partner, and parent. good qualities: caring, empathetic, loyal, nurturing bad qualities: pessimistic, insecure, finicky, self-absorbed

☽ moon in leo ☾ : if your moon is in leo, you’re incredibly generous. you express your emotions by giving all you can to others, especially those you love. you enjoy showering those around you in gifts, compliments, and affection, but you expect to be treated the same! you love to help others, and give some of the best advice. you feel your best when surrounded by people who care about you, and probably hate being alone. good qualities: organized, loving, generous, responsible bad qualities: dramatic, needy, bossy, materialistic

☽ moon in virgo ☾ : if your moon is in virgo, you’re obsessed with detail and simplicity all at once. you like to keep a routine that’s to a t, but prefer to walk through life without doing anything incredible. you’re happy just blending in with the crowd, and doing small things to make a difference! you show your love in tiny gestures, like packing someone’s lunch or doing their laundry, and prefer not to get too sappy about it. you’d rather not make a big splash about anything! good qualities: reliable, organized, selfless bad qualities: insecure, withdrawn, apathetic

☽ moon in libra ☾ : if your moon is in libra, you want someone by your side at all times. you feel most comfortable when you’re in a relationship and quite insecure when you’re alone. you usually want everything to be perfect, almost unrealistically so, and you stress a lot about the little things. you have great social skills and likely lots of friends, and love being surrounded by them. good qualities: adaptable, charming, sympathetic bad qualities: overindulgent, indecisive, dependent to a fault

☽ moon in scorpio ☾ : if your moon is in scorpio, you’re intense in everything you do. from your interests to your relationships to what you eat for dinner, everything is a big deal. you probably like horror, mythology or astrology, and take great interest in the strange and the unknown. you have a constant thirst for excitement, and if there is none, you’ll create it. your presence is unmistakable. good qualities: passionate, charismatic, ambitious, complex bad qualities: possessive, dramatic, hot-tempered, may be disloyal

☽ moon in sagittarius ☾ : if your moon is in sagittarius, you are a free spirit. a sagittarius moon loves adventure, excitement, and change in their life. if any sign is likely to be a modern-day nomad that lives in a camper and crosses country, it’s a sagittarius moon. a sag moon living a conventional life is the type to pick you up at three a.m. to take you to mcdonald’s. they can’t stand doing things the same way twice. good qualities: fun, fast-paced, spontaneous, passionate bad qualities: irresponsible, flighty, rude, unreliable

☽ moon in capricorn ☾ : if you have a capricorn moon, you are an old soul. you’re practical and constantly striving for success, and you’re so driven that you’re bound to get where you want to be. emotions are not your strong suit, and many capricorn moons may remain single throughout their life, simply because they’d rather worry about themselves. reserved but not selfish, a cap moon is not very social. good qualities: ambitious, intelligent, logical, even-tempered bad qualities: insecure, unaffectionate, anxious

☽ moon in aquarius ☾ : if your moon is in aquarius, you march to the beat of your own drum. an aqua moon feels set apart from others, and tends to act as an outsider looking in; they don’t believe anyone can truly understand them. they’re funny, independent, and kind, and their intuition and observance makes them some of the best therapists, case workers, and even lawyers. good qualities: independent, intuitive, idealistic, funny bad qualities: egotistical, moody, distant

☽ moon in pisces ☾ : if you’re a pisces moon, you have incredible compassion that’s unmatched by any other sign. you identify with everyone in some way, because you have a sense of empathy and don’t struggle to walk in another’s shoes. you’re dreamy, optimistic, and romantic, and sometimes you lose touch with reality. you may be referred to as a “sponge”, because you soak up the emotions you’re surrounded by, and it’s easy for you to lose yourself in others’ problems, forgetting to take time to care for yourself first. good qualities: empathetic, selfless, thoughtful, idealistic bad qualities: impracticle, dependent, sensitive, may be a doormat

tracie-beauchamp

Thats sooo me maybe I should believe more zodiac stuff...

While the cat’s away the mice will play

A/N : It was supposed to be a funny fic… and it is a funny fic… mainly. I mean, there are cute Alcie moments, but also things less funny (not that much don’t worry). I wrote it very quickly (well I tried to) so ignore my shitty writing and the mistakes in the text (actually do it every time I post a fic lol). Anyway, do you guys remember this fic from Cassey, when Tracie locked them outside ? Well you’ll discover, among other things, why she did it hehehe. With mentions of @mila-regan @aliyatyson (and Ray).

I wave one last time at Aliya, Thomas and Sarah. They go back to Atlin for few days, leaving me alone in this small house I learnt to love. At least I have Shrek with me.

First step, food. I made a stock yesterday and hid it under my bed. Chocolates, candies, biscuits, chips and crackers are quietly waiting for me. I grab the big bag, grinning. I’m so relieved Aliya didn’t see it, she would have taken it with her, as revenge when I came back just before the curfew the other day. Her face when she saw Alan, if I hadn’t been so groggy I would have laughed. But she was nice with him. And she didn’t even stay mad. She’s too weak with me mwahahaha. She can’t resist. What will it be when she has children ?

“No way ! No way !” I scream, trying not to imagine Raliya’s kids. No no no, I’m certainly not ready for this. I’m not even ready to see them getting married. Aliya in a white dress is too much for me. And Ray in a suit, ugh ! I blink to forget these images. But it doesn’t work. Great. I’m pretty sure I’ll make nightmares about it now.