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ghibliyoongi · 5 years

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call me, maybe?

pairing : (idol!)hoony x reader

word count : 1.6k+

genre : fluff

warnings : mentions of drinking & smoking

summary : after saving for years you and your best friend finally had enough money to go on your dream trip to thailand! one night, at the usually almost empty hotel bar, you encounter some cute looking guys

auther’s note : this is.. literally based on a dream i had a whiiiile ago lmao, hope yall like it ♡ (also im not good at all at using just one tense lol sorry)

▪︎ so you and your best friend finally made it to thailand! you saved enough money to stay for a whole month!!

▪︎ you two went sightseeing A LOT, getting food at all different kinds of places and meeting the friendliest people you ever came across

▪︎ after another small scenery change, you couldn’t stay at just 1 hotel for a whole month so you changed your hotels pretty much weekly while exploring different places, you finally ended up in the middle of bangkok

▪︎ the city you were most exited about!! you’ve dreamed all your life of visiting bangkok once and now the time had come

▪︎ to let the evening die away you and your best friend decide to get some drinks in the bar right next to the small hotel you’re staying at since the hotel doesnt own a private one

▪︎ joyfully you two entered he bar but your jaws drop when you realise how full the spacious room already was. after you decided it’s probably best to look for seats and then order drinks, instead of going to the bar straight away, you let your eyes scan the flooded bar

▪︎ after you a few seconds you spot two free seats in the very back of the bar and start heading towards them

▪︎ while coming across a little dance floor you get closer to the table in the back when you determine two guys are already occupiying the table

▪︎ after checking with your friend yall decide to just ask the two handsome boys, one having dark green hair – the other one blonde, if you could join them. it was already late and you werent really in the mood to go look for another location to have a few drinks

▪︎ „hey, is it cool with you if we just sit here?“ your best friend asked. „sure!“ the one with the green hair replied, both of the boys giving yall a sweet smile.

▪︎ you took off your coats, happy you changed into your new black velvet top that you got right before leaving for thailand

▪︎ „they’re quiet cute huh“ your best friend said to you (of course in your mothertongue so the guys wouldn’t catch up right away), yourself already giving her a knowing look 👀

▪︎ you chatted for a bit until calling over a waitress to finally order your goods for the night

▪︎ „a strawberry mojito for me, thanks!“ you said tot he girl, ordering after your friend. from the corner of your eye you saw the blonde boy next to you quickly emptying the rest of his beer

▪︎ „i’ll take the same as her“, he said, making the waitress eye him his friend. „anything else?“ she asked with a smile. „another beer for me please“ the guy with green hair and small tattoos around his neck, that you only noticed by now, said

▪︎ flashing a glance at your best friend to make sure she also saw what you saw, you could see in her eyes that she already had spotted them. and she loved them

▪︎ „i’m hoony by the way“ the blonde guy said. you only also discovered now that the boy had a nose piercing, which made him 10x more attractive by the minute!!

▪︎ the tattooed guy introduced himself as mino

▪︎ somehow you all started talking about nothing and everything, ordering one drink after another. your hometowns, your favorite songs and drinks, thailands nightlife and what you all were up to being in thailand were discussed

▪︎ before you knew it, after explaining to the two cute guys next to you that you two were basically on vacation, the conversation had split up

▪︎ your bestie and mino were already talking about a whole `nother topic but you couldnt complain (now you had hoony all to yourself hehe)

▪︎ the alcohol that slowly found it’s way into your bloodstream made you feel warm deep down in your stomache and your confidence grew

▪︎ „i probably should’nt tell you this, but i will when you promise to keep it a secret“ hoony slurred his words at you

▪︎ you had no idea what he was talking about but you still linked your pinky with the one he was extending towards you. „okay i won’t tell any one‘ you reassured him

▪︎ he leaned closer to you, so close you could smell a light hint of his cologne and feel the heat his body was ratiating

▪︎ without letting go your pinky he (kind of, not really - he was a little tipsy) whispered in your ear „you know, mino and i, we’re rappers. have you heard of winner?‘

▪︎ thinking for a second you remembered hearing the groups name around thailand a few times

▪︎ before you could answer hoony kept talking. proudly he told you all about his other bandmates jinu and yoon, their music and their lifes as idols

▪︎ you nearly wanted to remind him to catch a breath once in a while but you could’nt since he was just so into it you would’nt want to make it seem like your were disinterested

▪︎ quiet the reverse! you loved listening to him since he seemed exited like a little puppy. he was’nt bragging about his fame though. you felt like he genuinely really loved what he was doing in life

▪︎ „ya hoony!!“ mino interrupted his friend. „we’re going outside real quick, going for a smoke and catching some fresh air. we’ll be right back!“

▪︎ mino was already guiding your best friend to the door that lead to the front of the bar. you noticed how he had took her hand and while your friend looked at you with an apologetic gaze, you answered her with an understanding wink

▪︎ it was then that you noticed , hoony had’nt let go of your hand all this time either, your hands were just resting on top of your knee. you smiled to yourself and gave all your attention back to the pretty boy next to you

▪︎ you had lost track of time by now but while seeing mino any your friend leave out of the front door you noticed the bar had cleared quiet a bit. the small dance floor wasnt as filled with sweaty bodys anymore as it was before and there also were a couple of empty seats

▪︎ the song changed to a slower, more softer, song. hoonys hand suddenly disconnected from yours just to appear right in front of your face once again

▪︎ „dance with me“ he said. it wasn‘t a demand, nor was it a question. the way he looked at you though, the carefullness in his voice, let you know you could have said no

▪︎ but you didn’t

▪︎ normally you would have thankfully declined, dancing in a bar with a guy you practically just had met? maybe, you tried to blame it on that, it was the alcohol streaming through your body, maybe it was the blonde sweetheart that truly had the potential to steal your heart

▪︎ either way, you grabbed his hand and followed him to the now nearly empty dancefloor

▪︎ hoony gently placed his hands on your hips while you interlaced your hands behind his neck

▪︎ he pulled you closer shooting you the sweetest smile you had seen in a while

▪︎ „is this alright?“ he asked so only you could hear him. you replied with a simple nod sending a smile right back at him

▪︎ you two stayed in comfortable silence just swaying along to the song

▪︎ when the song came to an end you suddenly heard the familiar voices of your friends

▪︎ „i guess we have to leave soon, they’re already starting to close down the bar and we also have a concert tomorrow“

▪︎ you shyly smiled at hoony once more and started heading back to your table, not letting go of his hand

▪︎ mino and your best friend were already waiting at the table for the both of you

▪︎ „guess we should head back to our hotel now too“ your friend said to no one in particular. „lets go pay our drinks!“

▪︎ „oh, hoony and i took care of that already“ mino said sending a wink hoonys way

▪︎ „no no no, you really don’t have to“ you two started protesting, but there was no way you two would win this fight

▪︎ making sure you gathered all your things the now four of you left the bar

▪︎ since your hotel was just next door it was now time to say goodbye, you were kind of sad but also, not gonna lie, your were also starting to feel really tired

▪︎ you hugged mino goodbye and turned to hoony. „give me your phone real quick, okay?“

▪︎ you did as hoony asked and passed him your phone. seconds later he handed it back to you

▪︎ looking down at your screen you saw that hoony had entered his phonenumber into your phone

▪︎ „hey, if you want, you could come by out concert tomorrow! we can organize your some tickets!“ you heard mino say

▪︎ „just… call me, maybe?“ hoony softly said to you. looking up at him you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning

▪︎ he pulled you into a tight hug that lasted just a little longer than a normal hug would (u kno what im sayin)

▪︎ placing a small kiss on the top of your cheekbone he slowly let go of you

▪︎ seperating in the same pairs as you started your evening you went in the opposite direction the boys were taking

▪︎ „did hoony gave you his number just like mino gave his to me?“ your best friend asked while linking arms with you

▪︎ you looked at her with a cheeky grin. „and should we give them a call in the morning?“ she asked with a sly smile

▪︎ oh and how you were gonna give them a call tomorrow!! there was nothing you were more sure of

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hivequest · 3 years

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Taking a Risk » Mallek Adalov/Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k words

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, stressed out reader, chillboy Mallek. TYping quirk only used when texting cause I could not be bothered lmao Originally posted on AO3

A/N: One of my favorite things that I’ve written, ever. I love Mallek and he’s for sure one of my favorite Friendsim characters. When I wrote this I was really feeling those Quarantine Woes

You didn't know what you were doing here. You felt out of place in the worst possible ways. It was a weird, squidgy feeling like stepping on wet grass. But not like the fun kind where you were running around in a sprinkler on a hot-as-balls summer day. No, this was the bad kind of wet grass that you stepped on without knowing it was wet. Why weren't you wearing shoes?

This analogy is stupid. The point is, you're feeling bummed out.

And what better way to not have to deal with that than hang out with someone you knew wouldn't push you into talking about all the ways crashing on this planet sucked! The point is, you're on your way to see Mallek. Mallek is absolutely the kind of friend who can tell when you just need to sit down and veg out. You had been so caught up in everyone else's bullshit that you weren't looking after your own damn self. So now you were doing that.

All it took was a quick text, asking Mallek if he had any company. He texted back only a moment later with a no, obviously not. You asked him if he wanted any. Not really. You ask him if you can come over anyway. Obviously.

You smiled at the palmhusk in your, well, palm. You could already feel the chill vibes of your hacker friend. Friend? Was that the right word for it? You didn't know anymore. When you first met there were definitely some sparks there. You could still feel them now and it made weird butterflies flutter around in your stomach. When you slapped his phone out of his hand and he sent you ass over applecart into the slimy depths of sewer water and he saved you, tits out and all.

You shook off the weird wistful feeling of maybe possibly crossing the friendship barrier and told him you'd walk to his hive. You'd been moping in some bookhive, not your usual hang-out spot with Tagora or Tyzias. This was some upper caste bookhive with purple bloods and some indigos and definitely not where you were welcome if the looks you were getting were any indication. They ranged from snooty to downright murderous. Yeesh.

Your phone -palmhusk, stupid troll names- beeped again. You got another text from him and those cheery fucking butterflies were back. God, you had it bad.

yeah were not doing that lmao;

im not going to let my robobuddy walk out in the sun

do you even know what time of day it =

just stay put ive already got your location ill pick you up;

And like a good little friendsimp. You park your ass on a chair and wait. You hadn't released your moping had taken up most of the night. But with the quick look around, yeah, no, this place was nearly empty by now. Just some older bluebloods trying to cram before their Ordeals and get shipped off-planet. Again: Yeesh.

You kept your ears open for the telltale sound of Mallek's limo. It was a sound you were getting used to these days. He always seemed ready to drop whatever coding shit he was working on to come to see you. You tried not to think too hard on what that might mean. No need to get your hopes up now. It's probably just your bad mood making you imagine some context where there's nothing. Yeah.

Damn, that shit hurted.

Just as you were about to add that to the reasons you were considering just screaming your lungs out who cares whose listening? you heard the wonderfully familiar sound of an approaching elongated scuttlebuggy. If that wasn't enough of a clue as to who the ride was for the quiet of the bookhive was very abruptly disturbed by a series of rhythmic beeps.

Holy shit was that the Tetris theme?

You shoved your palmhusk into your hoodie pocket and yanked the hood over your head. Even if the sun was only out a little bit you didn't want it anywhere near your freshly healed skin. You had no kind cowgirl to nurse you back to health right now if you got your asscheeks baked by the flaming death orb. You peeked your head out and even with the blinding light of Alternia's suns you could Mallek had opened the door and was waiting for you.

Aw. No, shit. You're in a bad mood don't get all heart eyes at him. Don't make it weird.

You took a few steps back into the bookhive, ready to make a run for it. You turn to a sitting indigoblood, who is just staring at you disdainfully for keeping the door open. You give her a two-fingered salute. Godspeed young cosmonaut. She gives you a one-fingered salute. Close the door you insufferable bulgebiter. Fair.

Taking a running start, you book it out into the heat of the Alternian sun and dive for the open car door. It's then that you realize he's halfway parked on the sidewalk to lessen the amount of time you'd have to spend in the sun. Aw. That also means that you came barreling like a cannonball at something that was like two feet out of the door. FUck.

Your face meets carpet and you can already feel the rugburn starting to set in. You hear a startled wheezy laugh from above you, a sound you know better than anyone else on this planet. You smile. It's not like you had any dignity to begin with.

You say hello to him as you peel yourself off of the floor of his car.

"Hey, there robobuddy. You stuck the landing this time," He smiles down at you as he reaches over you to shut the door, closing the space out from natural light and leaving you both lit by his colorful LEDs. You shrug and tell him you've been getting a lot of practice landing on your face these days. The look he gives you is still smiling but there's some level of disbelief at the dumbassery that is your whole existence.

"I know you can get yourself into it. Nothing too bad this time, though, right? No drones or broken bones?" He sounds concerned which is nice but he doesn't drown you with his concern. He leans back on the bench of his limo, keeping an eye on you as the vehicle begins to move on its own. You've been staying out of big messes but the little messes are starting to mess with you. He makes a sound of understanding the sounds as it comes from deep in his chest. Whoa. "Believe me, I've been there. Glad you're not cracking under it though."

He smiles and you can see his little fang and you can feel your heart melt a little. And also you're getting a bit teary-eyed and now Mallek looks alarmed. Shit. You try to quickly explain that you're fine, just, alien allergies am I right? He must be using some new air freshener to mask the musty smell of his limo. Since doesn't use it enough. Ha ha?

He isn't buying it.

With a rare show of cerulean prowess, he lifts you up off of the shitty car rug and sets you on the seat beside him. He feels uncomfortable and you can tell. Ah, goddammit you made it weird. You didn't mean to. Fuck. Fuck now you're feeling even worse. You thought you were starting to balance out. You're with Mallek now, shouldn't everything start to quiet down like it always does? Fuck. He doesn't say anything at first, just leans back against the seat and stretches his arms across it, letting you lean on him if you choose to.

...You choose to.

Your head finds itself somewhere between his shoulder and his collarbone, and you just. Shove your face there. Then scream.

To his credit, Mallek doesn't even flinch. He doesn't wince or shy away from you as you let out every bit of anger, sadness, and frustration out against his sweater. He just sits quietly, staring straight at the blacked-out windshield. You get the feeling he's needed to do this more than once.

Screw this planet. Screw everything about it that makes all of your friends suffer. Why can't you just get them away from all this bullshit?! Why do you have to deal with everyone's bullshit! You love them, you do but holy fuck they're looking to you like you can undo all the damage this place has done to them when you've got literally no god damn idea what's happening at any point ever!

And then, just like that, it fades into the background. Your throat hurts. Your head hurts and you think you might be crying. But it feels lighter. Better now that you've gotten some of that aggression out. You aren't like the trolls on Alternia. You can't kill people when you experience an Emotion™. But that doesn't mean you don't get pent up with rage.

Mallek realizes that now. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and his left hand slowly moves down from the back of the seat the rest against your back. His thumb brushes against your back, the claw drawing little patterns against the fabric of your sweater. His sweater. He tries not to think his sign your chest. This isn't the time.

"Feeling any better?" He asks and you don't know how to answer. You kinda don't want to. But you nod anyways, and you feel some tension leave his body. You knew he was worried about you. You apologize for making him witness your meltdown but he just makes another deep-chested hum. "Nothing to apologize for. I got the feeling you weren't feeling great. I could tell from the texts, you didn't use nearly enough ugly emojis."

You scoff and smack a hand against his chest and once again you hear that wonderful laugh from him. Hey! Your purrbeast emojis are adorable, thank you very much! And you'll not hear another word of it or else you'll send him pictures of rocks and rocks exclusively. No more memes.

"Jokes on you I'm into that shit." You laugh and thump your head against his collarbone. You thank him for being with you when were needed it. And picking you up to make sure you didn't deal with it alone. You don't want to make it weird but...yeah.

He doesn't respond this time, just letting you both enjoy the silence and the comforting sound of the engine. You should almost be at Mallek's apartment by now. It's as you're settling in for the last bit of the drive that you notice that the limo isn't moving. And hasn't been for a while. Your head pops up in confusion and the little GPS display on the back of one of the seats says... yep.

You're already at Mallek's.

But then why is the engine still on? That can't be good for the environment. Do these things even run on gas or is it bugs? Bug gas? Gross.

You notice then that the rumbling is coming from behind you. Like. From where Mallek is sitting. He doesn't look away when you turn to him, just kind of tilting his head to the side with a little bit of a cerulean hue to his cheeks. Oh. Oh, the sound is coming from him. He's purring. That's.

That's adorable.

You feel yourself soften even more when he lifts his arms, silently offering a hug if you want it. Is this platonic? Is this more? You've never had too much trouble identifying what people wanted from you. (Debatable.) If was overtly flushed you could shut it down or divert it to something very much friends only. (Like your every exchange with Zebruh.) But did you even want to do that to your hackerman? You could feel yourself screaming, no, absolutely not. But at the same time, you didn't want things to change. You didn't want to make his issues any worse than they already were. He didn't have too much longer on the planet and you knew it would tear him apart.

But then he turned those blue eyes to you. He looked just as unsure as you were but he was willing to take the risk. He shoved himself so far out of his comfort zone for you and was asking you to be selfish. To want something for yourself and do something for yourself. Not put him or anyone else's wants first. Just your own. And so you did.

You crawled up into his lap, pressed yourself as close to him as you could and clung to him. His arms didn't hesitate to wrap around you and you could feel a shuddering breath from above you.

"We don't have to put a label on this... not yet. Or ever. Either way is chill with me. I just... yeah." He gave up with a little shrug of his shoulders but you knew what he meant. Unless you could find a way to fight fate he was going to go off-world. He was going to leave you and you doubted you'd be able to go with him. You'd probably get gored by a drone for even trying.

But even if it was just for now, just for a moment, you were going to take it. You were going to let yourself have something, have someone who would care for you no matter how long or short your time was. You'd take it. You had stomached some of the most horrible things on this planet but Mallek had always been a constant. And you got the feeling he thought the same way about you.

So, you'd take it. Whatever comes next, you'd take it. You listened to the sound of his purring, in no hurry to move to get inside the apartment. Mallek felt the same.

You exhaled.

You would be okay.

#homestuck #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #mallek adalov #friendsim #homestuck imagines #hiveswap imagines #reader insert

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kpoppwriter · 4 years

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We Got Married! First Date - Yanan

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Words: 907

❧ Tag List: @chanyeolol , @mashtons-unicorn , @brbkpop

❧ A/N: lmao it’s been 84 years since I’ve written for this series but I’m back!! I actually got some requests for this series and I will be doing those once I finish this first date part for each member

We Got Married Masterlist~

As the fountain got into your field of vision, you stopped. You started getting cold feet, too nervous to keep going. You heard your phone chime.

? - I’m waiting for you, wife~

You kind of let out a squeak, the text catching you off guard. You siked yourself up enough to walk over to the fountain. You didn’t see anyone when you got there. You walked around, seeing if there was someone sitting on the other side. You spotted someone dressed in a suit on the other side sitting with a bouquet of flowers. You gasped quietly as they got up, recognizing them right away.

“Oh! Hello,” you said shyly

“Hi there.”

Stood before you was the Prince of Shanghai himself, Yanan of Pentagon. It was evident that he was nervous, the slight sheen on his forehead and the way he wouldn’t look you in the eyes made that very clear. He extended the bouquet of flowers towards you and you happily took them.

“Thank you,” you smiled, “I’m Y/N of Y/G.”

“I’m Yanan of Pentagon.”

“I know. i’m actually a fan of you guys.”

Yanan’s eyes widened clearly taken aback by that admission. A soft pink blush appeared on his cheeks as he said a simple thank you. You both stood there for a moment in awkward silence. After what felt like forever, Yanan finally spoke up and suggested going to a cafe down the street that he knew about. You happily agreed, letting him lead the way.

The two of you left the park and headed towards the cafe. It was a rather quiet journey, neither of you talking on the way. You just chocked it up to nerves. You arrived at the cute little cafe a few minutes later. You sat down at a table in the corner of the cafe that was a bit away from the other patrons. Yanan asked for your order then went up to the counter. He came back a few minutes later with a drink for both of you.

“Thank you,” you said as you sipped the drink

“You’re welcome.”

You both sat and sipped on your drinks in silence. You could tell the producers were starting to get a bit antsy because of how quiet you both were being. Can they blame you though? This whole thing was rather intimidating and nerve wracking. One of the producers spoke up to clear the silence and start some sort of conversation between you.

“What would you be doing for a job if you weren’t an idol?”

You thought about it a moment. You hadn’t been asked that before and weren’t quite sure how to answer. Yanan, on the other hand, had an answer ready.

“I’d be an air steward.”

“Really?” you looked at him in surprise, “I would’ve never guessed that.”

“I know it seems a little out there,” he giggled

Seeing that smile paired with that breathy giggle made your heart flutter a bit. You mentally slapped yourself for actually getting charmed by him. This was just a show and he was just doing this for the publicity not to actually get into a relationship. You took another sip of your drink to calm yourself.

“What about your love lives? Have either of you dated before?” the producer asked

“I actually haven’t dated before,” Yanan admitted, “I was too busy with school and training to date.”

“That’s very admirable. I was never good at studying. Then again, I didn’t like it very much,” you laughed

“I never liked studying either.”

The rest of your time together was rather nice. The producer didn’t need to step in anymore to start conversations. The two of you were more than able to keep the conversation going on your own. You even forgot you were filming for a while. It wasn’t until the director called cut that you remembered you were filming something. You and Yanan were shuffled off to your cars and headed to your next destinations. For you that would be your dorms as you were done with your schedule for the day. You barely got to say goodbye to Yanan before you were being carted back to your home. As you were pulling up to the dorms you got a text. A small smile spread across your lips as you realized it was from Yanan.

Y - Hey Y/N

Y - I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I get nervous in front of the cameras

Y/N - Hey, no worries! I get it.

Y/N - I was rather nervous myself 😅

Y - I really enjoyed today, by the way

Y/N - I did too ☺️

Y - ...

You watched the little three dots disappear and reappear on your screen. Even though it made you nervous to watch him continue to type and delete something it was also kind of endearing to see him nervous, like he was trying to impress you. You mentally smacked yourself again trying to get the idea of being something real out of your head.

Y - I can’t wait to see you again

Your heart fluttered when you read the simple text.

Y/N - I can’t wait to see you again too

You shut off your phone and shoved it into your coat pocket. Your mind was a whirlwind of mixed emotions as you walked up to the building where your dorms were located. What have you gotten yourself into?

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kaylorrehabcenter · 4 years

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Rating Every Song on Fearless Based on How Gay it is

Hello friends! I still have a few song analyses in the pipeline (and one on Lover the album) but today in honor of Fearless (Taylor’s Edition) being announced and Love Story being released in a few hours I thought I’d do something fun to celebrate!

And you know what? Fuck my usual disclaimer, I am the word of god here. Try and change my mind about any of these. I dare you. (I kid I kid this isn’t that serious and you’re free to disagree <3)

1. Fearless 15/10

Everything about this song is so fucking gay oh my god. This isn’t a fruit, this is a whole ass edible arrangement. As a small rural town Gay (my hometown has a population of less that 4,000 and where I’m living now has a population of 2,500) this uh. Hits.

“And I don't know how it gets better than this/You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless”

Y’ALL

The idea of falling in love with someone who makes you less afraid of your homophobic small town…….it’s getting to me.

“My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but/You pull me in and I'm a little more brave/It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something/It's fearless”

This is making me emotional, I'll be honest. I see so much of my friends and my experience in high school in this song.

This quote I found on genius is from when the album was released on BMR’s website.

“When I wrote ‘Fearless,’ I wasn’t dating anyone. I wasn’t even in the beginning stages of dating anybody. I really was all by myself out on tour and I got this idea for a song about the best first date. I think sometimes when you’re writing love songs, you don’t write them about what you’re going through at the moment, you write about what you wish you had. So, this song is about the best first date I haven’t had yet.”

This just screams baby Tay writing gay folklore to me, about the gay stories she wish she had. Notice how there are no pronouns in this song??? Fruity I’m telling you.

All that to say. I’m crying because the linear note says “I loved you before I met you” and I want to go listen to Long Story Short and cry now.

2. Fifteen 1/10

Objectively pretty straight as she’s singing about her and Abigail’s dating boys in HS. And Taylor got with a senior guy. Good for her I suppose.

Unless he was one of the shitty ones in which case.

“This is life before you know who you're gonna be”

This however, is a cute line and the whole song makes me warm and nostalgic. You can also hear her crying after the line “and Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind” which makes me emo and I’m sure will take on new depth after Abigail’s divorce and hurt me even more.

Other highlights that make me sob include.

“When all you wanted was to be wanted/Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now/Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday/But I realized some bigger dreams of mine”

Bigger dreams of hers indeed :’)

(Also how can you say she’s a gold star lesbian when this song exists. She was obviously dating boys in high school and even if you think she’s a lesbian. Comp het is a hell of a drug kids.)

3. Love Story 8/10

Tried to change the ending indeed.

This is THE Taylor Swift song, and maybe it’s the nostalgia talking but damn I still love it. Written because she wanted to change the ending of Romeo and Juliet (how anyone likes RandJ enough to want to rewrite I have no clue.) and/or because her parents didn’t approve of a guy she was seeing. (according to genius, it would’ve been too early for Joe J so it could possibly be Boys Like Girls frontman, his image did clash with hers and they did release some cute songs together. However if you want my take it’s probably folklore about Emily, take for what you will)

This song has very oft gay vibes with the ‘They don’t approve of our love angle!’ but uses male pronouns so points redacted for that. HOWEVER this is a very early use of ~the male perspective~ in Taylor’s songs and for that it deserves all the love.

“ So I sneak out to the garden to see you/We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew/So close your eyes/Escape this town for a little while”

More rural town angst!!!

Nothing gets me more than rural town angst.

“Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel/This love is difficult, but it's real”

Originally the lyric was “this love is different”. Granted I do not remember the source, i’s just lore implanted into my brain, but make of that what you will.

“"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone/I love you, and that's all I really know/I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress/It's a love story, baby, just say "Yes"”

Marry me Juliet from the male perspective :)

Also worth noting. This is Karlie’s (and Kim K’s lmao) favorite Taylor song which. While basic as hell. Makes this cover sad as hell to this former Kaylor. (thanks @swiftgron-get-married for the tears <3)

Also not to make this about a man AGAIN but the secret message is “Some day I’ll find this” AND SHE DID IM CRYING.

4. Hey Stephen 1/10

The one thing Camilla Cabello and I have in common is loving this song, so I have to live with that for the rest of my life.

This song is very painfully straight.

How can you think this woman is a gold star lesbian.

The only noteworthy thing is that this is one of the few songs she confirms who it’s about. The secret message is “Love and Theft” which is the name of a country music duo who went on to open her Fearless tour. Which, does make me side eye this song a little bit.

Still a cute song.

“Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing/I don't always have to be alone”

5. White Horse 1/10

Oh look. It’s track five.

You know maybe this is just me being a bitch but in my ranking of track fives this is. Pretty low. Maybe on the bottom.

Like I don’t have a lot to say about it.

She’s going through it over a guy. He was a cheating dickweazel.

“'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale/I'm gonna find someone someday/Who might actually treat me well”

“Try and catch me now, oh/It's too late/To catch me now”

These lines hit though!!

And she found Joe!! Who treats her well!!!! And she isn’t the princess, she’s the prince who dropped her sword and knocked on her door!!! But this time if they come for them she’s ready!!!

Yes I will make every song about Long Story Short <3

6. You Belong With Me 5/10

Ah yes. The other THE Taylor Swift song.

You know. If I went to a high school with a cheerleading squad. And I had a crush on a cheerleader. I would blast this song. So for that it gets a 5/10. Otherwise. Fairly straight and fairly iconic.

7. Breathe 8/10

Well. We know this one is about a woman. (Emily Poe for those not in the know. Ha. A rhyme!) That alone has an 8/10. And it’s the first time she has a featured artist so bonus points for that!

It was nominated for a Grammy and it fucking lost to Jason Mraz. When’s the last time you thought about Jason Mraz.

I will not have Kaylor feels on a fucking Fearless song but damn is it VERY easy.

“Never a clean break, no one here to save me/You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand”

“It's 2 A.M, feeling like I just lost a friend/Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me”

Also this bridge? Goes off. HIGHLY underrated.

8. Tell Me Why 3/10

You know. Maybe this album isn’t as gay as I once thought.

This song does bop though, not as good as her other angry songs on this album. But I can vibe with this you know. Why are you being an asshole mysterious man.

“You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day”

This has to be one of baby Tay’s best burns. Damn.

“Why do you have to make me feel small/So you can feel whole inside?/Why do you have to put down my dreams/So you're the only thing on my mind?”

Men ain’t shit kids. However, bonus points for the shade.

9. You’re not Sorry 1/10

Ok, ok. Maybe this was a foolish endeavor.

Because yet again we have a very straight song. A good song. That was on Taylor’s episode of CSI. But oh dear. Very straight. Gets a measly one point. We started this post off so very very gay but damn. We seem to be nearing the end on a very straight note.

10. The Way I Loved You 20/10

Hey Remember what I said about this album being very straight.

WELL THAT WAS A LIE.

Is this a comphet album or am I projecting.

This is one of my favorite baby gay Taylor songs. Her masterful use of pronouns (he is sensible! And so incredible! And all my single friends are jealous! But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, when it was two am and I was cursing your name!) makes the other person she’s singing about completely vague, while we know she isn’t happy with whichever guy she’s dating.

Mayhaps an early reaction to PRomances?

Either way this song is so good, truly an underrated gay gem I mean. Look at it.

“Breaking down and coming undone/It's a roller coaster kind of rush/And I never knew I could feel that much/And that's the way I loved you”

AND THE BRIDGE. Do all of her gay songs just have kickass bridges?

“He can't see the smile I'm faking/And my heart's not breaking/'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all/And you were wild and crazy/Just so frustrating/Intoxicating, complicated/Got away by some mistake and now…”

Damn. I’m imaging this with 2020 vocals and fucking ascending.

Also please watch the live performance of it from the Fearless tour. It’s such a damn shame this got cut from the movie and some woman in the front row is wearing a cowboy hat. Everyone is holding up those cameras everyone had to have before smartphones. Taylor is being endearing. It’s a good time.

11. Forever and Always 6/10

Bonus points for the ~drama~ of it all. Added last minute to the album? The iconic throwing of the chair in live performances?? All of it very dramatique and for that we stan.

Still pretty straight.

Also Joe Jonas responded to the song and why do I find his response so damn funny. “It’s part of being a musician, I guess. You write songs about each other.”

This is another song where the idea of Taylor’s grown up vocals on this is………..whew

12. The Best Day 0/10

This gets zero points because it’s about her literal mom.

Still makes me cry.

God bless Andrea Swift indeed

13. Change 13/10

We start the official tracklist with a gay song. We end it with a gay song.

We will ignore that it was originally written for Scott and BMR and instead induct it into the hall of gay pride anthems, as it should be.

“We're getting stronger now, finding things they never found/They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared/You can walk away, say we don't need this/But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this”

“This revolution, the time will come/For us to finally win/And we'll sing hallelujah, we'll sing hallelujah”

The music video is cringe though lol

14. Jump then Fall 10/10

This song is gay because I choose it to be. <3

Like. Picture baby Taylor writing this song and playing it on her guitar to a girl she has a crush on telling her that she’ll protect her and they’ll be safe and in love and happy together. Gah, maybe I’m ~projecting~ but this sweet ass song always gets me and is EASILY in my top five Taylor songs. Super underrated and hecking cute.

“We're on the phone and without a warning/I realize your laugh is the best sound/I have ever heard”

Like. Look at this shit.

“I watch you talk, you didn't notice/I hear the words but all I can think is/We should be together”

Tell me this is about the first time you get a crush on a girl and she’s your best friend and she’s amazing and beautiful and you realize you kinda want to kiss her and you hope she wants to kiss you too.

“I had time to think it oh, over/And all I can say is come closer/Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me”

And she’s the Romeo who's going to protect her!!!!! She’s the knight in shining armor in this song and I love that for her??

“The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet/I'll catch you, I'll catch you/When people say things that bring you to your knees/I'll catch you/The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry/But I'll hold you through the night until you smile”

I won’t divulge into full on analysis here because. This is what this post is about but PLEASE listen to this song more. It’s such a gay little gem.

15. Untouchable 9/10

How does she make a cover sound gay.

It sounds so gay.

“You got to come on, come on, say that we'll be together/Come on, come on, little taste of heaven”

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

16. Forever and Always Piano Version 1/10

This song gets 1/10 because I don’t like it. There. I said it.

17. Come in With the Rain 3/10

I can see why this is a bonus track. It doesn’t hit me as much as the other songs on the album.

But damn if I don’t want to scream sing this one driving down a high way.

18. Superstar 7/10

You can’t tell me this song is about a man. I simply won’t entertain the idea.

You cannot prove to me that this song is about a man. There is not a male pronoun in sight.

>:)

19. The Other Side of the Door 6/10

Is this song about having a fight about being in the closet? Probably not. Will my gay little brain make it about that? Yep!

And that, funky little queer pals, is my gay rating of every Fearless song. Like and subscribe, #t3atmidnight

#long post //#fearless the album #gaylor #what do i tag this for it to show up for peope??#gay rating

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100 Reasons Why

pairing; classmate!haechan x reader - mention of other members word count; 8.0k genre; strangers to lovers!au, classmates to lovers!au, angst, fluff, slice of life, slowburn(?) tw; alcohol consumption; (i’m not saying everyone was drinking, it’s just mentioned) pls let me know if there are others.! summary; you’ve been in love with haechan for the longest time, and when both your parents go on a business trip; you’re both left alone.

a/n: hi, honestly i wrote this with no prior thoughts. mostly written blindly and i wrote so much of it, but i couldn’t just delete it... so i finished it lmao. i hope you enjoy it though, i kinda like it haha. please don’t hesitate to give me feedback >:( yeah... i have no clue. enjoy ♡♡♡

You had a 100 reasons why you shouldn’t be in love with Haechan. Biggest reason? He was your bestfriend’s crush. She fancied him for the longest time, dare say you did longer. But she was vocal about it first. And everyone knows the rules of dibs. You’d sulk around it forever, listening to her words about Haechan, knowing full well and agreeing with all the compliments she’d praise him with.

You and Haechan are in the same class, have been for years. But the year of blooming cherry trees and spring flowers, you fell in love.

The way the sun peaked through the strands of his hair, the kiss of warmth on his skin and the glow that was shining from his eyes as laughter hugged his smile. You couldn’t help but stare, and you found yourself doing so, shamelessly on different days. His soothing voice echoing through the classroom as he joked around with friends. You and Haechan weren’t the closest pair of classmates, you only had your bestfriend for the most part. But that didn’t stop you from overanalysing every little thing Haechan did in relation to you. That one day he opened the door for you, or when he’d ask to borrow your pencil. Tiny interactions that were all stored in your heart, but… You never really did anything about it. A part of you gave up on the fact that Haechan would notice you anything different than from a classmate. You didn’t really stand out, you blended in the background. Never had top marks, or the lowest. You were average. Nothing in comparison to your bestfriend. Not only did she have the beauty, she also had personality. She was undoubtedly one of the most prettiest girls in your class. But she was a dear friend, someone you didn’t want to fight over with, because of a boy.

“Did you see Haechan today? Wasn’t he so handsome? I think he did something different to his hair,” She grinned, lips wide and eyes sparkling. You smile meekly at her words, biting into your lunch. You noticed he did change something with his hair, but you didn’t want to speak up in case you were wrong. Lunches were usually filled with comments about Haechan, other than small talk about other news. Your days revolved around him though, regardless of anything. Especially with your bestfriend giggling with hearts all over her head thinking about Haechan. You were sat near the far back of the lunch hall, Haechan just a few tables away with his friends. Some weren’t from your class, again confirming how sociable he was. You always admired his way with people, regardless of his teasing and extroverted behaviour. He was really likeable to everyone he met. You watch as your bestfriend turned around, evidently catching eyes with Haechan as he sent over a slight smile in her direction. A bit of jealousy tapping at your heart as you diverted your attention from their little interaction, beginning to play with your food. From the corner of your eye, you were greeted by a pair of black converse, gaze following up the legs of the figure to meet eyes with none other than, Haechan. “Mind if I take a seat?” His voice like honey, and you’re all flustered that you don’t respond at all. Your bestfriend however, bravely reached out for his wrist and gently brought him towards her side of the table. “Yes.”

“-Urm, weird to say but my friends told me to come over and say hello,” He confesses, looking back and gesturing at the boys who were laughing to themselves at the table. He turns back to look at your bestfriend, a sweet smile, as he proceeds “One of them has a crush on you.” Haechan’s words were direct, to the point and he looked so cool and unbothered, hand clasped in front of him. You again, couldn’t stop your staring. Eyeing the rings on some of his fingers. Then again, it made sense why he would say that, it wasn’t the first time someone tried to pursue your bestfriend. You look at her though, to find her a bit defeated that Haechan wasn’t the one with the crush. “Which one?” She asked curiously looking back at the boys, a small pout playing on her lips as Haechan looks at her. He coughs briefly into one of his fists, turning his body to look back with her, “You see the guy with the silver hair, that’s Jaemin -“ Haechan proceeds to explain about Jaemin, helping her distinguish which boy it was. She nods along with his words, “I see…” She speaks softly, she stays watching Jaemin for a few moments while Haechan has his attention back at the table. You catch his view, and he smiles at you. His hair was different, now that you’re looking at him closely. Honey locks, and the way it was styled all messy. It suited him, all too well. You return the smile back earnestly, giving him a small but awkward wave. His smile only grew bigger at your gesture. “Hey,” Haechan finally greets you, his gaze familiar. Your bestfriend turns back from hearing his words, “Did you do something to your hair?” She speaks up, breaking the moment between you two. His eyes leave you and falls back on her, a hand reaching to the back of his head to ruffle his hair a bit. “Yeah, did you notice?” You managed to catch a tinge of red at the top of his ears. His hand moves to pat his hair back in place but your bestfriend is twice as bold, doing it for him. She hums in response, “Yeah, I really like it. Don’t you Y/N?” You clench your jaw, to swallow the nerves. Haechan’s soft eyes returning to yours. Even with him looking at you, your eyes divert toward her hand at his neck. The way she grazes the small tip of her nails against the back of his head, with her wrist relaxed at the crook of this neck. “I like your hair,” your words simple, a reassuring nod at his way as he beams at your response. “Also…Tell Jaemin, I’m not really interested. I like someone else,” Your bestfriends words were suggestive to him, and honest as she scrunches her nose. Already grabbing his attention once more. By now she was used to rejecting boys, although she’s had her fair share of her tiny flings. Her eyes were always set to Haechan after each boy. It discouraged you because you never did get your chance with him, even platonically. She was always first to pick. With her hand still at his neck, Haechan peeled it off. Hands returning back to his sides, glancing down at you for a split-second. “Alright cool, I’ll be sure to tell him,” He uses his hands on the table to help push himself off the seat before he made his way back to his original table. Your heart following his walk, as you sigh to your bestfriend who too was watching him leave. “Do you think Haechan got the clue? That I’m into him?” She speaks mostly to herself, her hand blindly out for yours in seconds looking for comfort. You slowly look away after seeing Haechan, who is now sat back down continuing his talk with his friends. You notice Jaemin shrugging at Haechan’s words, continuing off. And they all laugh. “I mean, you were kinda obvious… It was hard to read him,” You tell her, this time squeezing her hand back reassuringly. She only nods at your response, before letting go and carrying on with her little ‘ I wonder if Haechan… etc.’ for the rest of the lunch break. Your mind not focusing, the only thing you were thinking about was his smile.

That same day, you arrived home to be greeted with emptiness. Confused you make your way through the entry until you hear chatter in the living room. Your head popping through the doorway for you to squeak a small noise. What’s he doing at your house? From the small glance you gathered, your parents, Haechan and his… parents? It was quiet, probably due to your abrupt appearance. Your back against the wall next to the doorway, hands in your face. Your mind couldn’t really process it all, but you’re called back to reality when your parents call your name. Your head sprung up, and you drop your bag slowly trying to gain composure. You exhale a puff, hands flattening your clothes. You make your way back into the view of the doorway, small steps and eyes definitely avoiding everyone. The atmosphere was without a doubt awkward, close to unbearable especially since you felt everyone’s stare piercing though you as you walked further into the room. “Over here darling,” Your mum calls out for you softly as you waddle towards her voice. Her hand padding the extra seat next to her on the couch. You sat in between your parents, finally raising your head from the wooden flooring. Haechan and his parents offered you encouraging smiles, as you made yourself more comfortable. They’re sat across from you, another couch in your rather large living room. Open curtained windows behind them, as the sunset defined Haechan’s frame with a soft glow. You curse at yourself for not being more composed. You look back to your mum as her hand rubs your back briefly. “Y/N, this is the Lee family. We were just discussing plans about an upcoming business trip me and your father have to go on. You know, the one I spoke to you about yesterday,”.

You scanned your mothers features, furrowing your eyebrows trying to remember what she told you. “Anyway, the Lee family will also be joining us. And we decided as a collective that it would be better if Haechan stayed with you whilst we were all gone,” She continued explaining through your silence, eyes diverting between the Lee family and you. Your mind slowly linking the information you were digesting.

Another reason you couldn’t be in love Haechan. Both your parents worked in the same company. Although, there’s no real reasoning behind that. It felt weird how your parents would talk about how you were classmates. You’ve spent time with each other outside of school, on brief occassions, but you never really spoke to Haechan. The continuation of praise that beckoned Haechan was never ending, and you were all here for it. Lee Haechan was a piece of work. You always felt undeserving of him.Your whole world had echo’s of him, it was hard for you to distract your mind from him. Sometimes, it was confusing to figure out how your memories seemed like they were all connected with him in the background. It was strange, how frequent a boy would be mentioned and how much he was present around in your life, without the both of you being close friends. You never pushed friendship onto him either, partly because of the opposite personalities. But could it be that this was an oppoirtunity that could ignite something closer between the both of you? Your mind then drifted to your bestfriend, only imagining the kind of reaction she’d have once she hears Haechan would be staying with you for a couple of days.

“Is that alright with you Y/N?” Your dad’s voice rings you away from your thoughts, and you find yourself looking at Haechan as he said his words. It wasn’t the first time you’ve been left alone whilst your parents had to go for a business trip. Maybe it was because this trip was a lot longer than other ones, they couldn’t leave you alone. A guess: Haechan would also be left alone. These thoughts weighted down, as you tried to find excuses for this arrangement. In all honesty, you didn’t know how you felt. Sure your house had the right amount of rooms, it would be fine for the most part. It was just a week or so. You could handle that.

“If it’s okay with Haechan, it’s okay with me,” You nod. Your eyes never left each other, as Haechan gives you a warm smile. He felt reassuring, like this was completely normal. As if both your parents weren’t leaving a the both of you alone for a week.

It was a Saturday when Haechan would be making his way over to your house. Your parents went over rules, about which numbers to call, what to do in a certain situation, never hesitate to call them for any extra money and most importantly, be nice to Haechan. You spent most the morning cleaning up the house, so it was well presented for the Lee family’s arrival. Today was the day your parent’s were going to leave. Nervous was an understatement for how you felt. It was around midday when you heard a ring at the main door. You were in your bedroom, listening in, as your parents invited them into the house. Everything was all set. “Y/N! Aren’t you coming down to say goodbye?” You mum calls out for you. You quickly pace down the stairs, with a genuine smile as you greet Haechan’s parents. A little small talk, and you notice Haechan wasn’t with them. You tried your best to give them all of your attention but, your mind couldn’t help but drift off to where he could be once you realised his absence. Wasn’t he meant to keep you company? Your thoughts were confirmed as your dad came jogging towards everyone, Haechan’s presence following behind. Fitted in a big white tee and black shorts. You would never get used to him with casual wear on. You start feeling a little flustered the moment he was steps away from you. His graceful smile now held by his cheeks, you even swear you saw a small tinkle in his eyes as they finally approach the group.

“Ready to go?” Your dad speaks, an arm reaching past you towards the luggage. You guess your dad was escorting Haechan to one of the guest rooms before he came down the stairs. There was a mumble of agreements, before you exchanged farewells and hugs with your parents. Haechan does the same.

You both watch them leave into the car before the air between you got thicker. Your parents really left you with Lee Haechan.

A lump is formed in your throat as silence swims between you and Haechan. He’s first to speak, “Hey, I know we never really spoke, or really had a choice about this. But thank you for welcoming me into your home.” His voice was assured and was lined with concern for you. His back leaning against the hallway wall, small strands of hair framing his forehead. His calm aura already making you nervous. Maybe because of the kind of energy you were giving off. You didn’t want to meet his eyes. This has been the first time you’ve ever been properly left alone with Haechan. “It’s nothing really,” speaking softly, “I see you around in school, we’re in the same class,” You try making conversation with him. Hearing his laugh makes you bring your head up towards him, “I know that,” He confirms with you, his hand forward harmlessly nudging the side of your arm. You laugh with him, feeling relaxed. He really knew how to lighten the mood. “Would you like to watch a movie?” You suggest, it felt like the best option. You didn’t need to talk with him, and it made time pass by. You weren’t really expecting anything much, but he chuckles at your suggestion. “Nah, we’re going to throw a small party,” a devilsh sly smirk grows on his expressions, as your eyes widen at his statement. “We’re young, our parents are literally out of town. This is the perfect opportunity!” He grins, already pulling out his phone tapping away. His back lifts up from the wall.

“But- The house will be a mess… I haven’t got anything to prepare for it. How many people will come? I don’t think I can pull this off. Are you out of your mind? A party? I don’t know,” Your mind is running your mouth, you knew Haechan was popular. But a party? First night he comes over at yours? ‘I mean, it is a Saturday’ you thought to yourself.

“Don’t worry so much, just a few friends. And I promise, I’ll do the cleaning,” His hand motions towards your face, bringing his small pinky out for you to link yours with, marking a promise. “Okay.”

“I cannot believe. Lee. Haechan. Is staying at your house for a week.” You bestfriends words squeal near your ear, as she combs your hair. You called her earlier to tell her about Haechan’s plans, and to ask her a favour. You wanted to look pretty for this whole, ‘Party’. You wanted to show Haechan you were confident, that you could be pretty too. “Tell me about it,” your eyes scan yourself in your mirror. You put a little more effort in your looks, and even if Haechan didn’t see your efforts. You still felt beautiful nonetheless. “I’m so jealous though, all that free time you’ll have with him.” She trails on, but you actually felt really nervous. A week is sort of a long time, if he’s so spontaneous like this, you have no clue what tricks he had up his sleeve. He said he’d invite around 6 of his friends, to not worry you. A small bit of him urging you to also invite your bestfriend, exaggerating how Jaemin is still interested and then maybe he can meddle between and make them all ‘buddy buddy’ with each other. You’re wearing casual clothes, something that flattered your figure. Nothing too tight fitting or too revealing, but you thought this was a nice look on you. It seems your bestfriend also thought so, by the way she would gleam at you, as you stood up from your chair, away from the mirror. “I have no idea why you don’t try to look like this, always,” She teases you as your eyes roll. You wipe your slightly clammy hands against your denim jeans before pressing your lips together. You both hold hands as you walk out of the bedroom, skipping down the stairs.

Haechan changed clothes, from his lounging shorts to some nice trousers and a fitted shirt. You couldn’t help but trail your eyes by his waistline, following the motion of his legs as he places a bowl of snacks on the table in the living room. You feel your pace get slower as your bestfriend squeezes your hand. A silent message most probably similar to the way you were feeling. Haechan’s hair framed his face just right, his gaze looking up from his eyelashes as he catches your presence at the foot of the staircase. His posture gracefully straightens, eyes never leaving yours as he does so. But what you don’t notice is the way he would look you up and down for a short moment, a small smile forms barely at the corner of his left lip.

“So when is everyone making their way?” Your bestfriend perks up, letting go of your hand to leap on the couch, her hair flowing behind her. He glances at his watch, as you find a seat. “Alcohol…” You mutter, mostly to yourself. You’re not too familiar with alcohol, but you guess a party without alcohol wouldn’t be a party. “They should be arriving anytime now,” Haechan answers, he places himself next to your bestfriend though. Opposite you. Your heart slightly inflates watching how his arm reaches out to spread against the couch. His hand slightly grazing the back of your bestfriend as they look at each other. She moves her body, to be more faced towards him. They start small talk, and you feel kind of left out. Rolling your shoulders back, your hand absentmindedly grabs hold of the neck of the nearest alcohol bottle to you. You grab three cups, although they’re too busy to mind you, you still pour them a drink. Maybe swinging a little extra in your cup as you pour the mixers after. You make a small gesture to slide the drinks towards them. You gulp down a few sips, before the door rings. Figuring that they’re still immersed in their own company, you make way to the door holding onto your cup as you open it.

You’re greeted by 6 other guys, all admittingly handsome. You’re familiar with their faces seeing as you attend the same school, they’re loud as they make their way through the door. Your gaze falls back watching them pile into the living room. You overhear Haechan’s excited voice as they all talk over each other. You look at your cup before deciding to just, drink it all. After doing so, you shut the front door. A small fuzz settling in your mind as you pave your way back to the now dimly lit living room.

As the night played on, you got more comfortable and decided this wasn’t that bad. Even though you had small but reasonable amount of drinks in you. It fuelled you with that confidence, to speak up and actually enjoy yourself. You actually found yourself laughing along with them. You’d sometimes catch eyes with Haechan’s. But you chose to ignore it, to focus your energy on letting yourself really enjoy this moment. Besides your bestfriend seemed to be just as confident as you, but ten-fold as she clings onto his side most the night. “You know, Y/N, you’re actually kinda cute.” The boy Renjun speaks out as the laughter quieted down, taking a swing at his beer. This made you feel shy, everybody's eyes slowly falls onto you, putting you in the hotseat. “You don’t talk much in class do you?” Mark calls out after before you could say anything. Your nibble on the inside of your bottom lip, you weren’t sure how to respond. Somehow you look at Haechan, finding something to say, “I guess I don’t really talk often,” You trail on, giving Mark a small smile. Haechan notices a dimple on the left side of your cheek. Mark returns an even bigger smile, “You should, you’re really funny too,” Jisung sings, your bestfriend speaks in agreeement with him. All this sudden attention really started to make you nervous, so you just drank more of your drink.

“I think we should hang out more often,” Jaemin resorts, his eyes now on your bestfriend whilst saying so. She giggles though, and agrees. You guess, maybe you’ve gained more than just confidence from this party. But more friends. Your bestfriend, flips her hair and claps once, gaining everyone’s attention. “And with that being said. Shouldn’t we get to know each other more?” She cocks up one of her eyebrows teasingly eyeing everyone.“Never have I ever…” She continues, a grin reaching her lips, “snuck out the house,”. The sentence she chose wasn’t as out there as you’d originally thought, but gingerly enough you take a small sip. Noticing a few other people doing so. The next few ‘never have I ever,’ questions felt innocent until… “Never have I ever been kissed,” Jeno smirks and everyone takes a gulp besides you. This doesn’t go unnoticed by others as you start to feel awkward under their stare. “No way? For real?” Jeno speaks after, his question moreorless directed towards you. You bite on your lower lip, feeling a little inexperienced from everyone else. But you nod at him, “I’ve never been in a relationship,” You confess with a shrug. Your bestfriend points a finger towards the boys her next words suggestive and intoxicated, “Maybe one of you can snatch her up,” She teases, giving you playful eyebrows. You laugh at her words, but hear near to nothing else from anyone else. The tension in the air shifted a little. You glance towards Haechan to find him already looking at you. Even with your eyes connected for those few moments you couldn’t really read what emotions he had behind them. You look at the other boys, feeling shy under Haechan’s gaze. “I hope you know she’s not being serious,” You attempt to make the atmosphere lighter, and back to playful. Chenle speaks first, “You never know…” taking a sip from his drink. It’s not that you didn’t want a relationship, you were just not given the opportunity. “Whatever,” you reply back. You all continue the game, but as the night continues Haechan can’t get his mind off the fact that you’ve never been kissed.

The night was fun, but soon died out as the night got later. People made their way home. Your bestfriend kisses both your cheeks before blowing a last one to Haechan’s direction as she slips out the front door. You shut it behind her, leaning back on the door and sighing. Your eyes shut, tiredness holding them down as you stand there. You really had a lot of fun, a new memory as you playback some moments that happened tonight. “So I’m guessing you enjoyed yourself?” Haechan’s voice wakes you from a sleepless daze, as you open your eyes. He’s stood closer to you than you thought from the sound of his voice. Your eyes take in his features, realising the height difference a tad bit from the closeness. You nod slowly at his words, “I did… I had a lot more fun than I thought. I like your friends, they were really nice to me I think,” You speak your thoughts, looking at his shirt. “Well, you are a cute girl… Boy’s are always nice to cute girls,” Haechan interrupts with his voice clear and laced with no other intention but to edge you on. You narrow your eyes at his comment about to say something, but he turns his heel making his way to the guest room. “Goodnight, Y/N. And as promised I’ll clean it up tomorrow,” He waves one of his hands in the air, turning his head behind his shoulder to give you one of your favourite smiles unknowningly. You watch him leave, as your heartbeat becomes more prominent. His words highlighted as you repeat in your head: “He thinks I’m cute?”

You woke up the next morning to the sun behind your eyelids. Blindly searching for your phone, checking the time. It was 1pm, you slept in. You get out from the bed and brush out your hair, and clean your teeth. Your feet padding towards the guest room, to knock on this door to see if he was awake. When you get no answer, you find the living room clean. As promised. That brings a smile to your face knowing that Haechan really did stick to his words. Before you know it, you hear keys behind the front door. Haechan swings the door open with his foot keeping it placed open as he holds groceries most probably for breakfast and coffee with his other hands. You’re quick to meet him, a “Good Morning,” exchanged in whispers as you help him hold the things. He follows behind you into the kitchen, “I bought breakfast,” He states the obvious, taking a seat at the table, his hand reaching for an energy drink from one of the paper bags.

“Thank you, but you didn’t have too. Also… thanks for cleaning up,” He grins at your words, taking a sip from the drink. His hand reaches out to ruffle your head a little too roughly. Taken aback, your hand shadows after his, fixing your hair. “It’s nothing really, it wasn’t even that messy. Don’t mention it,” You nod at his words, reaching for the eggs in the bag. You get up from the seat to grab a frying pan, “So how do you like your eggs?” You offer to make the breakfast as compensation from him doing all that cleaning and purchasing some things for breakfast. He gleams at your direction, his eyes curving as you turn on the cooker. “I’m good with any,”.

Days went by really quickly, considering how you also had a week off school. You spent a lot of time with Haechan and his friends. Your bestfriend included, but it was during night, when the streets were empty, and where the street lamp would slightly cast over the living room whilst you had late night talks with Haechan. Mostly about random things. It was nice getting to know him, knowing more than how you’d perceive him in class. And each time, he’d confirm everything you thought you already knew about his personality. It was a nice feeling, getting to know each other, and laughing. You really begun to feel comfortable with him, and you thought there was a chance, maybe he felt the same.

“You know, I have noticed you before. Hard not to… My parents talk about you sometimes at home,” He confessed into the night.

It became silent, and you could feel your heatbeat against your temple as he fidget’s with the end of his sleeves. “Same,” You reply, noticing his small habits of nervousness. This Haechan was different from the upbeat one that he’d always portay himself as in front of his friends. You always thought he was the happiest and that he would always carry the mood of the group. But this Haechan who sat across from you, felt real. More real than you thought, in a weird sense. Like all the good things about him were undeniable, but in this moment he feels vulnverable. He feels down to earth. A comfortable silence surrounds you, and the lights from the street glazes his eyes, like he was gifted all the stars in the universe. He shines so brightly even under the moonlight. His lips slightly parted, as he watches his hands. It’s been a few days, and soon this little thing you have going on will come to an end. Although you have no clue what will happen, you feel grateful to the times you did spend together. He makes being around him feel easy, he was really understanding and took his time with you. “I’m really glad we got to know each other better,” You smile to yourself shamlessly, avoiding his eyes. You could hear him chuckle a small bit, and it makes you feel warm inside. “You’re not too bad yourself,” His fist gently nudges your shoulder playfully. You laugh with him, and suddenly meet eyes.

There were a shift in his gaze, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. He looks at you through his eyelashes, and you can’t help but scan his expression. The tiny moles that were on his face, the natural soft shaped heart of his lips. He really was beautiful. Haechan doesn’t look past this though, his eyes never leaving yours as your mind rolls, he watches the way your eyes flicker between his facial features. His heart tightening a bit as he shifts in his position, you’re watching him none the obvious but he still doesn’t speak out about how your staring makes him a bit shy. “I liked spending time with you. It was fun,” He continues, in attempt to make you stop your movements. You sink, shyness from his words making your frame appear smaller. Your eyes now averted. Suddenly hyperaware that you were staring, again.

The atmosphere being a bit too much for your soft heart you blurt out, “You know, my bestfriend likes you.” It was random, and althought you didn’t mean to tell him the way she felt towards him. Having want to put yourself out there. Somehow, she came to mind in that moment. Furrowing your eyebrows your mind drifts; thinking about how you always felt that she was more deserving of Haechan, that they suited each other more. You don’t know what came over you, your mind scattered with thoughts of what if’s and questions. Haechan’s been kind to you during the whole time he was staying with you. A part of you felt as though, maybe that’s all there was to it. He was just a kind-hearted person. There’s no real way he was ever going gain such romantical intentions with you, within a span of a few days. For some reason your feelings for him, that have been living rent free in your mind, have blinded you and painted a picture you knew was far from your true reality. Maybe having this friendship, was enough for you. And you didn’t want to change that. “I know,” He says with a shrug, “She makes it kind of obvious,” Haechan’s soft laugh calms you down. Your inner mind agreeing, that it was okay if Haechan never reciprocated your feelings. Maybe you’d just have to move on from it, but there was no denying you did grow a whole lot closer and more comfortable with each other. Maybe more than you both could have imagined.

Your heart felt confused. Ever since Haechan went back home, you felt as if things have changed. When you said goodbye to each other after your parents came back, you didn’t know it was going to be a real one. When you got back to school, it was like the whole time you spent together was a dream. He didn’t approach you, at all.

And it hurt, because this whole time you thought it was a step forward to building something with him. Anything with him. But you’re proven wrong. You wanted to talk to him, ask him why he wouldn’t talk to you. But you didn’t feel like you were in the position to question his motives. It wasn’t like you could talk to anyone about how inwardly frustrated this made you feel. He was his own person, and nothing during that week together established that he needed to keep in contact with you at all. You were still hopeful though. So seeing him walk along the hallways with his friends, and have him walk past you. Made you feel empty. You wanted to understand him, figure it all out. His friends still kept in contact with you, but they rarely spoke about Haechan. Your mind just wondered why he didn’t keep in contact the same. Scenarios of: Maybe If I was more obvious with my feelings, would he have spoken to me? Did I do something wrong? All those nights, where you’d catch him taking another energy drink from the fridge at midnight while he was playing his computer games, for him to stop and have long conversations with you, were all empty to him. You were just the main company he had around. You had no reason feeling this way, but yet you feel some sort of betrayal. Days went by where you’d go to sleep thinking about Haechan more often than not, trying to figure out a way to talk to him. Thinking about the way he’d tell you jokes in the morning to wake you up with smiles, as you ate breakfast together. How he sometimes would shout at his laptop as he games at one in the morning. Times where he’d feel lonely and want to play in the living room so you could watch and cheer him on. Others just, because it felt nice being in each others presence even when you weren’t doing anything.

You really missed the sound of his voice. Maybe this was another reason to try stop this feeling you have toward Haechan. Even after all these years, you still couldn’t connect to him even if it felt almost effortless when you were alone in his presence.

It’s been three weeks since Haechan left your house. You heard something about the Lee Family coming over for dinner tonight, a part of you wondered if Haechan would join. Feeling not so surprised that he didn’t show up. His parents gave the excuse he had other things going on, so he had to make a rain check. After the business trip, it seemed your family and his enjoyed each others company even more so than before. You thought it was nice that your parents also had friends they could invite home more regularly. But your mind still seemed to drift off about Haechan as you played with your food at the dinner table. You kind of just, expected things to follow this pattern after the first week of him not trying. So you tried your best to let it go, by finding other things to preoccupy your mind. It was working so far, but it was hard doing so when you were sharing a meal with his parents and he falls in as the subject of the conversation. Ending the meal, you helped clean up afterwards, before making your way to your room. Jogging up the stairs towards your room, you switch on the light in your bedroom to be welcomed with a notification. Your phone lighting up by your table dresser with a *ding* , you walk towards it and see several messages from your bestfriend.

Missed call (1)

[8:09pm] bestie: pick up ur phone!!

[8:09pm] bestie: you’ll never guess who asked to meet up !!!!!

[8:10pm] bestie: hello..!!!! r u here??

[8:15pm] bestie: omg slowpoke.!! it was haechan

[8:15pm] bestie: msg me when you get this x

You literally feel weak, mindlessly walking backwards to sit at the edge of your unmade bed. Your thumbs barely touching the screen as you re-read the messages over again to ensure you weren’t hallucinating. Your bestfriend was the raincheck he needed to take to skip out on having dinner with you? You choke back on small tears, you feel stupid. You almost laugh at the fact that he was able to be in contact with her rather than you. It bothered you a lot more than it should considering how you’ve been left out in the dark. But still, it affected you just as much. The constant questions of ‘why?’ Being hung on a thin thread. It was so clear now, he didn’t like you or have intentions of doing so. Platonic or not. Your back falls onto your comforter, a dramatic sigh leaves your lips as you stare at your glow in the dark sticker stars on the ceiling. You decided you wanted the final answer to come from him. You couldn’t deal with the distant gazes you noticed that he’d give you in class sometimes, without him coming to talk to you. The way he would walk and smile around like you were nothing but a classmate. You were so foolish to actually find him as a friend, from all the moments you shared together during that week. Even before. Dumbfound you tap your head with your hand palm flat, groaning inwards. You were going to find him, and ask him.

It takes you an hour of prep-talking to yourself about the pro’s and con’s about going to find him at this hour of the day. Not knowing where he is, what he’s doing. But the feeling was eating you alive, to the point where you couldn’t properly think. Your mind blank, as you swipe your phone unlocked. You search for his name in your contacts, eyes tight shut as you press the call button. Your hand on your heart trying to calm the nerves, while the other hand held the phone by your ear. You pace around your room, listening to the phone ring a few times.

He actually answers.

You then realise how much you really did miss the honey like tone of his voice as he speaks, “Hello?”. You stop your walking, taking the phone away from your ear to double check you’ve actually called him. “Hello…?” He calls again, whining a little impatiently. You cough up courage and say, “Hey.” You give yourself a questioning look, hearing nothing else on the other end of the phone, partly also because of your bluntness. “I wanted to call you, I think we need to talk,” You continue. You hear a small sigh, and shuffling. Sounding like he’s fixing his position. There’s silence in the call, a few moments before he replies you with, “I agree, can you meet me?” You feel shocked because his words were so quick to decide. “Okay,” you reply, looking around your room. “Now?” You question. He laughs lightly over the phone, hearing how frantic you sound. “Yeah, why not? I’ll pick you up in a few.” He confirms with you, before you could say anything else, he hangs up. You were in disbelief, you rush to put a cardigan on and grab your keys and phone. You decided it was easier for you to leave and wait outside, his parents were still downstairs. You jog down the stairs and shout. “I’ll be home in a bit!” Before anyone could reply, you slip out the door.

The cold air meets you as you stand outside your house. You didn’t really know how you felt. It didn’t take as long as you thought before Haechan pulls up and climbs out the cab. There he was walking towards you, dreamy as ever. And all your pent up anger and questions disappeared with each step he took in your direction. The way he smiled upon seeing you reset everything, and you’re weak in the knees. Once he got close enough to you, you swore that being with him felt right.

“Let’s go for a walk,” You suggest, quick at the balls of your feel to turn left towards the park. Street lights marking the way, as you felt him walk next to you. It was silent at the beginning of the walk. The sound of your footsteps and the cars driving by was all you could hear besides you heart. “Your parents are at my house,” You explain, hoping to break the ice. You hide your palms under your sleeves, as he laughs inwardly, “I know…” You furrow your eyebrows as he follows your steps.

“Why didn’t you join?” A part of you knew already, thanks to your bestfriend telling you so, but another part wanted you to hear about it from him. You chew on your lip before looking up to him, he looked a bit sad. You didn’t notice until now, he felt a bit sluggish. Shoulders lower than usual and so you stopped walking. By now you’ve arrived the end of the street, you mindlessly reached out for his hands. You hold both your hands together shocking the both of you. He’s quick to look at you, obvious confusion at your actions, but grateful nonetheless. “Are you okay?” You speak softly, trying to coax him into telling you everything. He sighs at your words, “You’re really nice and gentle to me,” He confesses, and it takes you aback. “Thank you,” you whisper trying to understand.

“I wanna apologise for being a dick and not talking to you these past few weeks,” He genuinely feels sorry, and your heart softens at his confession. The glow the streetlight gave above him made him look sympathetic, his cheeks kinda rosy due to the cool air. His hands move from you holding his hands, to the other way around. Hands over yours, “I just wanted to understand my feelings,” You raise your eyebrows at him, “Feelings…?” repeating his words, mind spiralling out all of the possibilities behind his words. Maybe about your bestfriend, because he met her earlier. You let go of the grasp he had with your hands, easily letting it fall to your sides. His hands follow but you don’t notice as he looked even more distraught. “About you.” He finishes his sentence, you don’t believe him though. Your arms crossing over your chest, eyes narrowed at him. His lips are jutted out a little, eyes slightly closed wanting you to read his thoughts. But then again, he always struggled to get the right words across to you. He’s tried for years, but you never seemed to get a clue. You were always off gazing at clouds, and walking with your head down. His week spent with you, alone, solidified his feelings. They never left, he’s always been interested in you. And getting to know you really intensified it all, he was going crazy about you. But on the night he was going to confess to you, you brought up your bestfriend. “What about me?” You ask, not being able to understand him at all, or where it was all coming from. He doesn’t answer you though, his hand goes towards the side of your face to gently caress it. His hands were soft too, the way his fingertips traced your cheek made you flustered. “I like you,” He confesses enernestly. But you scoff at his words, moving your face away from his touch. But he just lets you figure it out yourself, and believe him. Watching the way your facial features would relax under his silence. “But my bestfriend?” You question, still having doubts. He just shakes his head, running one of his hands to push his hair back. It’s grown longer, his hair. And you don’t let it go unnoticed. “I did meet her today, but only because I wanted to ask about you,” His hair falls infront of his face again, eyes still casted over with truth, and you start to believe him. “I wanted to ask her how you were, and if you felt anything for me,” He speaks before knitting his brows together, “I know that was stupid, and I could have asked you but… I- I dont know, I couldn’t face you.” He went off rambling. He was true to his words, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his rambling.

He finishes his sentences with, “I like you,” confessed again, but with more confidence. “And I know about your bestfriend, blah-blah I don’t really care. She told me she thinks you like me too,” Now that had your full attention, she knew all along. “She told me it takes a while for you to get out your shell… and I’m really going to try my best with you. I have it all figured out, I just need you to let me?” He asks, feelings unwavering as he smiles slightly at your expression, your eyes twinkling under the moonlight, and the streetlight making a soft glow on your face. He curses to himself about how cute you looked in your clothes. “I like you a lot, Haechan.” You smile back at him. He’s quick to wrap you in his arms to hold you close and spin you around once. You cling onto him, arms around his neck as he stops. Your faces inches away from each other. His hold on you softens, as you slide down his embrace, eyes locked. Your feet reaching the ground as you both hold that close proximity between you. His arms never leave your waist.

“I know you said, you’ve never been kissed,” He whispers, lips inches away from yours. And you roll your eyes at what he says, about to pull away from his embrace before he firmly holds you back, “Can I be your first?”.

You nod slowly before watching him lower his head, lips just about grazing yours. You watch him flutter his eyes closed as you mirror him. Haechan really kisses you. A simple kiss, filled with much more love than you would have thought, the way it was so gentle. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it, as butterflies lifted you to cloud nine. He pulls away, before recapturing your lips between his. With more intent and deeper, your hands finding purchase in his hair pulling him close. His lips were so soft, and he really kisses you like everything he said was true. And for once, you let yourself decide. Maybe you can be in love with Haechan, and he kisses you with 100 reasons why.

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Life After Losing Him

Summary: Reader goes about their new daily life but soon runs into the best friend they had lost several months prior.

TW/CW: Platonic!Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester (mostly Dean tbh). Classmate bullying Reader. Should College Student Reader be a warning? Bc I feel like it should lmao. Lots of swearing. Dean does the silver blade test so a wound and blade are mentioned. I don’t think there’s anything else but lmk if I should add something.

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Hello love, your writing is really good and I love how active you are on your account it’s very impressive I could never 🥰 I would be so honored if you could do a platonic imagine for me??? I had in mind like Dean going to hell and coming back and being mad at Sam because he stopped hunting and maybe being mad at reader for moving on and going to college/not trying to help Sam? Idk if that makes any sense lol”

Word Count: 1,880

A/N: So, Dean isn’t as angry as I could’ve written him to be, I didn’t really include Sam much in this one, and it’s mostly Reader going about her day in her new life. If enough of you want it, I could write a second part where Dean and Reader get home and talk to Sam or whatever. I hope this is alright. I personally really like some bits of it but as a whole it feels off to me for some reason.

Your POV

I grabbed the car keys off my side table before heading out my bedroom door with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I stopped in the kitchen to grab the lunch I had packed the previous evening and a thermos of coffee before heading out for another day of boring ass classes. When I enrolled at the local community college to major in folklore and mythology, I thought the classes would be more interesting and it would be a piece of cake but unfortunately, I got stuck with a boring professor who obviously didn’t even want to be teaching the class in the first place. I push the garage doors open before making my way over to the car. I open the door and drop down into the driver’s seat, set my thermos in the cupholder near my feet, and toss my backpack and lunchbox into the passenger seat. After closing the door, I sigh as I place my hands on the steering wheel, “Alright, Baby. Another day without him but I know you’ve still got my back.” I reach over and pat the dash before cranking the ignition and pulling out of the garage to head for school. The ride to school is quiet aside from the classic rock drifting softly through the speakers.

I manage to find a decent parking spot within walking distance of my class but have to mentally prepare myself before grabbing my coffee and backpack and stepping out of the car. I lock the doors, shut mine, and head towards class. On autopilot, I find the classroom that I need and take my usual seat near the front against a wall and turn my back to the wall as I always do. Aside from a few who like to get here early for the same reason I do, to get our favorite seats, the majority of the class hasn’t arrived yet so I pull out my notebook, pen, and coffee. I avoid all eye contact with the others in the room and label my notebook page for today’s lecture. For the most part, people around here seem to avoid me although I haven’t decided if it’s because I intimidate them or because they think I’m “one of those backwoods crazy people” or perhaps it’s both. Regardless, it suits me fine. I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to get a degree and do something useful with my new life. When he died, Sam and I both agreed to not try to find a way to bring him back and try to create a normal life. Every now and then, I secretly take a hunt but it’s usually nothing more than a basic salt and burn case. I did get a job at a local mechanic shop. They were practically begging me to take the job when I showed up for the interview in Baby.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as a loud group of guys enter the room. I try to ignore them but as per usual their little pack leader wants to try to ruin my day. He calls out to me but thankfully before he can start something, the instructor enters and tells him to have a seat. I’ll have to give this instructor points for at least not putting up with any bullshit like that in his class. Anyway, the rest of the class joins shortly and takes their seats and, on the dot, as always, the instructor starts his lecture. A miserable hour and a half later I have several pages of notes, most of which are completely false from a hunter’s perspective, about topics I already know the truth about just so I know what the instructor will expect on the test. The instructor dismisses us so I pack away all my things and head back to the car to eat lunch before my next class.

I’m about halfway back to the car, which is completely hidden by a huge, jacked up, 4x4 pickup truck, when the loud group of guys catches up to me and their leader calls out again, "Hey, nerd! Why don’t you stop for a second? I didn’t get a chance to take notes in class and I want to get pictures of yours.”

I ignore him and keep my head down as I mumble under my breath, “yeah because you were sleeping,” and continue to the car. As I come around the back end of the pickup and approach the car, I slam into something, or rather someone, sturdy and nearly get knocked on my ass if it weren’t for the person catching me. Out of instinct I go to grab my dagger out of its sheath under my sleeve but the person grabs my hand, “Don’t pull that thing out here. It’s just me.” Hearing that voice causes pure shock mixed with a touch of suspicion to wash over me. I look up and into the face of my formerly, dearly departed best friend, Dean Winchester. However, before I can ask questions or even test to make sure it’s him, the small group of my classmates rounds the end of the pickup truck causing Dean to push me behind him in a protective way.

The pack leader grins mischievously, “Who’s this? You know this guy, nerd?”

I roll my eyes but Dean speaks up for me, “I’m (Y/n)’s brother you little bitch. Now, fuck off and leave her alone.” In all honesty, Dean wasn’t biologically my brother but he and Sam have been the closest thing to having any siblings in general that I’ve ever gotten.

The pack leader looks around Dean at me, “This true?” I nod. He laughs, “Well, I don’t know which of you are driving this piece of junk but you should probably get with the times and stop driving this old rust bucket. Maybe you could upgrade to a nice truck like mine here,” he taunts patting the truck parked beside us.

“Your attention seeking, overcompensating piece of shit on wheels could never handle the things this car has been through,” Dean argues, stepping forward. I grab his arm and tug in attempts to get him to back down, no luck.

The guy scoffs, “Yeah right. I bet if your little friend behind you there hit a curb it’d tear this car to pieces.”

Before Dean can get into a fist fight, I unlock the car door and shove him in before climbing in myself. Unfortunately, the asshole doesn’t get the hint that I’m leaving and leans back against Baby. I check the mirrors to make sure that I’m not going to run anyone over before driving forward out of my spot, mentally thanking whoever didn’t park there or had just pulled out of the spot in front of me, causing the pack leader to fall on his ass. I laugh to myself as I watch in the rearview mirror and then take off. I find a secluded spot on campus to park so that I can test Dean, figure out what the hell happened with him, and eat my lunch before my next class in four hours. When I put the car in park, and look over, he’s already rolled his sleeve up and has a silver blade ready for the test. He presses the blade into his arm right above another wound that looks fresh.

“I figure if Sam wanted all the tests done then you definitely will,” he grumbles before wrapping his arm having sufficiently proven he’s not allergic to the silver. I grab the bottle of holy water that I keep in my backpack and hand it to him. He takes a sip of it before handing it back to me. I nod in understanding before grabbing my lunchbox to eat.

Once I’ve opened my sandwich, I take a bite, chew, and swallow before asking, “What happened this time?”

“I don’t know, Sam’s working on that now,” he pauses, watching me, “I’d like to know what the hell happened to you.”

“There it is again. You never call him Sam but that’s twice in just the past few minutes,” I muse, avoiding his question, “I guess you’re pissed at him because he stopped hunting?”

“Yeah, and it seems to me like you did too so why don’t you answer my question?” he replies.

I sigh, and toss my sandwich back onto the paper towel in my lap, “After we lost you, Sam and I agreed to not go looking for a way to bring you back and to start living a normal life. Granted, I always mentally thanked him for phrasing it that way because that meant if a way to bring you back fell into my lap then I could take the opportunity. Regardless, I got a job at a mechanic shop nearby and started classes here for a degree in folklore and mythology.”

He scoffs and whips his head around to look out the windshield, “So you stopped hunting too. What the hell is wrong with you two?”

“The two of us didn’t stop hunting. He did,” I snap back, “He doesn’t know it but I go on hunts every now and then when the apple pie life gets too boring.”

“What about that asshole back there? Why do you let him bully you?” he asks, nodding his head toward where we had come from earlier.

“He’s always trying to pick on me but I ignore him for the most part and keep my dagger in my sleeve just in case. The less attention I draw to myself the better.” I answer.

“You’re really balancing all this? Like, you go to class and study for exams and shit but then every now and then you go hunting during the weekend?” he asks and I nod. “So, what about Sammy?”

“He got a job, even been on a few dates but like I said, he stopped hunting, as far as I know anyway,” I respond. My phone dings before either of us could say anything else so I pick it up to check it and find that my instructor for my other class for today has sent out a message to cancel it for today. I toss the phone down onto the seat between us and stuff my sandwich and everything else I had pulled out back into my lunchbox before putting the car in drive and backing out of this spot.

“What are you doing?” he questions, once again. I swear if he doesn’t knock it off with the questions, I’m going to roundhouse his ass.

“Going home. My other class for today was cancelled,” I answer shortly.

He’s quiet until we get to the campus entrance, “Can we- uh- Can we stop and get a burger on the way?” I nod as I laugh at him. This is probably going to be weird to adapt to but we’ll figure it out. The three of us always figure things out. Honestly, if this turns into something bigger, as it usually does, then wouldn’t mind quitting school. Turns out it’s not all it’s cracked up to be and definitely not for me. I just hope Dean won’t sulk too long about how Sam and I handled life after losing him.

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kaen-ace-of-diamonds · 4 years

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Walking Space Heater

Word Count: 2700+ (oneshot)

[AO3]

Genre: Fluff/Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Cinder Fall, Neopolitan, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black

Pairing: Cinder Fall/Neopolitan

Summary: Written (late) for Day 4 of @spice-cream-week 2021, “There Was Only One Bed.”

With the heat of both her Semblance and the Maiden powers, Cinder's body is much warmer than the average person's. So long as she's still by her side, Neo intends to take full advantage of that.

~0~

This is definitely a step down from the Haven dorms. Neo’s thumbs moved lightning-fast over the keyboard of her Scroll. Don’t they have ANY concept of personal space here?

She could say something about Roman’s excessive use of emojis. But looking at his messages, she could hear his laughter clearly in her head, and she had no problem with that.

wtm? you got stuck with a shitty roommate? I’ll come and get her for you idgaf

That elicited the breathy noises that were the closest Neo got to laughter. Truthfully, she probably wouldn’t have minded sharing a room much in and of itself. It might even have been fun to mess with Emerald and Mercury in their own space.

But no, she’d ended up with the only one that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Cinder Fall was calm, collected, and incredibly competent. Neo didn’t necessarily dislike her. She thought that they got along fairly well, in fact. But that didn’t mean that she trusted her.

Roman was content to stay in the dark about what exactly her ultimate design was beyond Beacon’s destruction, having already accepted the fact that they would be overwhelmed by it. It still gnawed at Neo, though. Thus far her only clues had been the couple private calls that Cinder had taken, and the way Haven’s headmaster cringed like a kicked puppy whenever he caught sight of her.

Sure, the man was jumpy enough in general, but Cinder — or, more accurately, whatever force had moved Cinder to the Academies — made him cower. Even Neo’s most devilish smile couldn’t do that.

She’s...not bad. She definitely likes me more than she likes you.

Now, did that really require five laughing emojis after I can live with that lol?

And

Neo’s thumb hovered over the screen. For the first time in several minutes, she glanced up from where she was curled up tightly on the covers of her bed.

Cinder was perfectly at ease on her own bed, leaning back against a stack of pillows with her Scroll open in front of her face. Still rifling through the records of all the Academy students, no doubt. Casting her great and bloody show, for which every little thing had to be perfect. It wasn’t enough that she was sending Emerald and Mercury out to run recon and collect as many relevant details about their players as possible. No, she had to study up herself for hours on end.

Neo was willing to play her own part, but it all seemed very boring to her. Certainly her interim leader could use a break. She returned her attention for one moment more to her Scroll:

I think she would be fun to play with.

Ignoring the several question marks sent in reply, Neo pocketed her Scroll and slipped off her bed. Moving soundlessly was one of the first skills she had ever had to master, and she still considered it her most important.

Cinder was still too engrossed in her research to notice as she crept across the carpet and climbed onto the other bed. Or maybe she just didn’t care enough to acknowledge her. She certainly didn’t look surprised when Neo’s head poked through the hole between her arms and her Scroll.

“Oh,” she said, smirking, in a tone that she might use with a stray cat that had come up to her in the street. “Hello there. Looking for some entertainment?”

Neo gave her her best strawberry-ice-cream smile, and scooted closer. From the meager rations of physical contact she meted out to Emerald, she wasn’t sure how much Cinder liked being touched, so she proceeded with care, little by little. It seemed to be acceptable: she stayed very still, but allowed Neo to settle down on her chest, resting her head against her shoulder.

“Or are you just lonely?”

Neo hummed thoughtfully, letting herself relax: not all the way, but just enough. This was nicer than she had expected, she had to admit. Cinder was dressed like she had been in the first round of the Vytal Festival: sleeveless jacket, long pants, and sarashi. Neo’s cheek rested mostly on bare skin, and though of course she had seen Cinder’s Semblance before (as well as the flames that didn’t quite seem to fit with it), it was much warmer than she had thought it would feel. Softer, too, with the scents of wood smoke and spicy perfume clinging to it.

“Well?”

Neo rolled lazily over onto her back, looking up at Cinder’s Scroll to see what she had been so busy scrutinizing. Hm. Several pictures of that Mistrali girl from the cereal commercials, accompanied by a passage about her Semblance which had been highlighted in a few places. There was one more tab open with an acronym on it, but that was it.

Nothing that could tell Neo anything about their situation that she hadn’t already guessed at. And what was more, absolutely nothing that could be more interesting to her temporary partner than her.

Clearly, Cinder could use a lesson on how to properly spend an evening. Dastardly planning, which seemed to be her only form of recreation, just wasn’t going to cut it.

So Neo helpfully reached up, laid her hands over Cinder’s, and pushed the Scroll shut for her. She put her pointer finger to the outside of her nose; her new teammates might not be picking up Valerian Sign Language particularly well, but she hoped the long, exaggerated twist away from her face coupled with a dramatic sigh got the message across equally well: Cinder, I am bored to tears.

Cinder tilted her head, puzzled but smiling. She slipped her Scroll into her pocket and wrapped an arm around Neo’s waist.

“Well, in that case, I’d be happy to give you some attention.”

Neo made as pleased a sound as she could muster up, and snuggled up to Cinder, as close as she could get. It might have been dark and cool outside, but she felt as if she were napping on a sunbeam. Rolling over to lay her head on Cinder’s chest, she could imagine that there was a powerfully burning fire inside it in place of a beating heart, whose heat was palpable, just beneath the skin.

She tried to look more sweetly smug than actually impressed, but gods, she had never felt anything like this.

Cinder held her tightly in both arms now, fingertips scratching lightly between her shoulder blades, and Neo nearly purred. Years of pulling back bowstrings had turned those arms wiry and oh so strong. All at once, she completely understood why Emerald was always trying to earn one of these rare hugs.

And speaking of which...

Neo wasn’t sure how long she spent in the lap of luxury, only that she felt like she might actually fall asleep in it, as toasty warm as it was. Cinder had switched from rubbing her back to stroking and playing with her hair, which, in her experience with other people, was a welcome first. But she was jolted back to full awareness when their dorm room door slammed angrily open.

Blinking, Neo lifted her head. She caught the lingering scents of jungle juice and sweat incoming, before she saw Emerald stalking inside, barely hanging onto her last scrap of patience. Mercury stumbled in after her, wearing a huge grin and mirrored shades that Neo was fairly certain did not belong to him.

Cinder smirked. “I was wondering when you two would be back. How did it go?”

Emerald forced a halfway convincing smile for her leader. “It was...interesting. Though not quite as informative as I was h—”

The smile froze on her face when she turned to look directly at Cinder, and saw Neo lounging in her lap like a spoiled cat.

Neo smirked, and signed, Party fun? With the reputation Vytal Festival house parties had, hopefully Emerald had gotten some attention as well.

“Oh, it was great!” Mercury shrugged off his jacket and pitched it into his and Emerald’s room, littering their carpet with brownie crumbs. “We saw a lot of everybody, didn’t we, Emmy?”

While Emerald tried to take a cue from Cinder and set him on fire with her eyes, Cinder herself just closed her Scroll with a soft laugh.

“Well, you can tell us all about it in the morning. We should all get some rest now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You got it, boss...”

Neo watched them slink into their room, where muffled bickering started up as soon as the door closed, but did not move until she felt a gentle pat on her thigh.

“You too, dear. Go on.”

Though she made a show of huffing about it, Neo got up off Cinder’s bed and went back across the room.

Her own bed felt cold and uninviting now. Catching up on the several missed texts from Roman (including but not limited to what do you mean by that lmao, hey Neo dont leave me out of the loop :), Neo tf are you doing to her O_o, NEO) did make her smile, but as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but wish that she didn’t have to return to being alone just yet.

~0~

This was not at all the solution to that problem that she had envisioned, but Neo knew very well how to deal with whatever life threw at her.

She had never been to Atlas, and while she had to roll her eyes at its decadence, she couldn’t say she hated the place. Cinder, on the other hand, never answered outright when Neo tried to ask if she had ever been here before, but every bitter hiss from her about Atlas elites that had not been asked for gave her a general idea. It had taken them a while to find a vacant apartment to squat in, especially considering that there was an entire chunk of the city that Cinder refused to even go near.

But now here they were, and it was empty around them and quiet outside. The blackout curtains shielded them from the city lights. In pitch darkness the two of them were curled up together in the place’s one bed.

Cinder had initially balked at the idea of sharing it, insisting that Neo take an extra blanket and find somewhere else to curl up. So barky with her orders these days, and so on edge, too. Neo was beginning to wonder how she had ever thought of this woman as calm and collected.

In any case, she didn’t see what her once-again partner’s problem was. She had invited Neo into her bed with her before, hadn’t she? Maybe not to sleep, but still. And she was far from squeamish; she wouldn’t make a fuss about the scarring and empty eye socket on full display. As such, she ignored the demand, and simply undressed, got under the covers, and gestured for Cinder to join her.

After some indignant spluttering, Cinder threw up her hands and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She didn’t come out until Neo had turned the lights off and laid there long enough that she might reasonably have fallen asleep. Even then, she slipped in quietly, gingerly, and stuck close to the edge of the bed.

Now, that just would not do. Atlas was much too cold for that kind of nonsense.

Neo rolled over under the blankets, feeling just as bold as last time, but exercising even more care, Cinder being so volatile lately. She went out of her way to be heard, so it wouldn’t startle Cinder to be touched. She knew her bedmate was awake: though she lay very still, her breathing was nowhere near relaxed enough for her to be asleep.

Cinder didn’t jump when she felt Neo wrap her arms around her waist, but she did go still as a statue.

“Neo,” she growled, low in her throat, “what are you doing? I’m not in the mood for—”

Neo nuzzled her bare shoulder in a way she hoped was reassuring, as she pressed up against her back. Fortunately for her, Cinder’s new arm was tightly bandaged up for the night, so she didn’t have to risk touching the awful thing. Only human skin, just as fiery warm as before. Even the wood smoke smell remained.

As had happened so often since the Fall of Beacon, Neo caught herself writing a text to Roman in her head, wryly telling him that he was right, she shouldn’t have thought so hard about where Cinder’s flames came from, because she would never in a million years have hit on the right answer.

She gave her head a shake, and resisted the urge to glance back at the bowler hat perched neatly on a bedpost. If she started thinking too hard about that, she would never get to sleep either. There would be time, when the sun came up, to consider some more whether the woman in her arms was the key to her revenge, or its target all along.

Right now, the darkness was peaceful and the blankets thick and soft around them, and the heat of their bodies grew more soporific every moment. Comfort was a rarity in both of their lives. They ought to savor it whenever it came their way.

Cinder let out a long, exasperated huff, clearly not sharing the opinion.

“Couldn’t you just hug a pillow?” she grumbled. But there was no bite in her voice.

Neo smiled against her skin, entwining her legs with Cinder’s. Now, she would have said, were her hands not occupied, where would be the fun in that?

“...Fine. Just don’t think you’re going to make this a regular thing.”

Oh, she absolutely was, so long as they were staying in the coldest part of the world and she was in the company of a walking space heater.

As such, Neo ignored the question and snuggled closer. She was trying her best to communicate “calm down and go to sleep” through body language alone, so to feel Cinder slowly but surely relaxing in her arms, eventually going limp, was deeply gratifying. Almost fascinating.

From nights spent in the Beacon dorm room and Mistrali inns, Neo already knew that Cinder talked in her sleep. Most of what she said was sluggish and toneless as well as nonsensical, but sometimes it was a series of fierce snaps or pained moans. It came as no surprise to Neo that when, just as she was starting to doze off herself, she was woken back up by her partner’s twitching and yelping.

“No...don’t take...I’m...!”

Neo sighed drowsily, and tightened her embrace, humming as soothingly as she could. Her inability to speak never really bothered her, but there were times like this when it didn’t exactly help her, either. At least she could keep Cinder from thrashing around and hurting one of them: if that arm decided to act up while its host was in distress, she had zero faith in the bandages to hold those claws back.

It’s okay, she thought, hoping that somehow it would get across, just relax, you’re all right...

Nightmares never lasted forever. Neo had woken with her stomach still in free fall from enough dreams of plummeting wildly through a Grimm-infested sky to know that. Still, she hoped that her attempts at calming had helped this one pass quickly. Cinder’s mumbling devolved into moans, then to frantic whimpers, then finally to something close to the restful breathing that Neo had almost fallen asleep to before.

Neo took a deep breath of her own. She was too tired to smile, but leaned in to press a kiss to the back of Cinder’s neck, the ends of her short hair tickling her nose. To her surprise, she felt a burn scar here, too: thin and faded, but winding around her neck like garrote wire. Somehow she didn't think that Ruby had done this. But she certainly wasn't going to ask who had. They weren't going to discuss any part of this in the morning.

So she kissed her neck once more, soft and just a bit more sincere, before closing her eyes again.

Good night.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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A scare

Request: The remus x reader was actually so so good!!! Could i possibly request a lightening era remus x reader where the reader gets injured and ends up in hospital? Or madame pomfreys if you wanna make them both professors.

A/N: THANK YOU!! And thank you for your request, I had fun writing this one! I hope you like it! I’m not sure if you wanted a romantic relationship but I’ve written one bc I’m a romantic at heart (lmao). I hope you don't mind.

ALSO, to the other request in my inbox, I promise you right now, I am writing it, it is planned and I’m already close to a 1k words so it’s going to be a long one. Please bear with me, I’m also completing uni as well as further courses.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: some swearing, mentions of blood and injuries, slight angst.

Word count: 1.2k

A simple raid. A simple, bloody raid.

Returning to Grimmauld Place, you wanted to throttle whichever member of the order checked out the raid point beforehand because there were definitely more Death Eaters there than originally reported. You and your team were outnumbered; barely getting out of there alive. In the aftermath, you told your team to head back to their respective houses and get some rest. You would do the reporting since you were heading back to Grimmauld place; heading back to Remus. They all gave you grateful looks as they apparated to their homes.

You take a minute before entering the house, knowing that you look worse for wear. You had gotten more than a few scratches in this raid; you could feel an injury somewhere on your side that was going to require medical attention. The adrenaline from the raid, however, was still running through your veins meaning you barely felt any of the pain from the injuries.

Trudging up the stairs, you enter your room where you head straight for the connecting bathroom. Easing your clothes off gently, you turn to the mirror to assess any damage. The wound on your side is bleeding more and you’re starting to worry slightly. Whilst cleaning the best you can and changing into clean clothes, you make a note to tell Remus the minute you’ve finished giving your report.

Upon entering the kitchen, you head to Remus immediately. He turns his full attention to you to kiss you hello before taking a seat at the table, next to Sirius.

You head towards the front where you begin to explain the raid. Your address the fact that the information given was poor; that there were more there than originally counted, and you were definitely outnumbered but did not have enough time to call for reinforcements.

Remus frowns at that, but he doesn’t interrupt.

Continuing, you start to explain what you had witnessed and heard. Through this, you begin to feel dizzy and feel a cold sweat form on your brow. Your breath is coming in pants, and your vision becoming blurry. The adrenaline leaving your body brings back the immense pain from the wound in your side.

Remus starts to move, but it’s too late.

The last thing you hear before everything turns dark is Remus shouting your name.

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Blinking your eyes open, you notice that you are no longer at Grimmauld Place but rather in a hospital room. Groaning, you rub a hand over your face. You were in St Mungo’s.

“(Y/N)? Oh thank god, you’re awake.” Remus comes into view, looking close to tears with relief.

“What happened?” You rasp, reaching for the water jug beside your bed. Your side screams with the movement, you quickly give up on the idea of water. Remus understands though, he’s pouring you a glass of water in an instant.

“You don’t remember?”

You shake your head, taking a sip of the water that has been handed to you, “I remember the raid, I remember coming back to Grimmauld Place, but that’s it.”

Remus looks shaken, “You collapsed, love.”

“I did?”

He nods, looking haunted as he relives it again. “You were telling us your report; what you had witnessed, who you had seen and so on when you stopped talking. You lost all the colour in your face and collapsed in the kitchen. You were bleeding out from the wound in your side. I did my best to stop the bleeding so we could apparate your safely to St. Mungo’s.”

You lean back against the pillows, processing the information, “How long have I been out?”

“Not long at all. Only an evening – the doctor wanted to make sure you had enough rest to replenish the blood that you had lost. It’s almost four in the morning.”

You nod, acknowledging that you had heard what he said. From then on it’s quiet between the two of you.

Remus breaks the calm as he whispers, “I’ve never been more scared in all my life.”

You turn your attention to him.

“It was terrifying,” he starts, “You just dropped down, and once we removed your jacket, your shirt was covered in blood and it wasn’t slowing down. The last thing I expected tonight was for my hands to be covered in your blood. I lost all train of thought; I just couldn’t lose you. When we got you here, the doctors told me that the wound was deeper than you must have thought and that you were lucky we brought you in. If it was any deeper, it would have collapsed a lung. Blood was everywhere and I just couldn’t… I thought I was going to lose you, and I can’t. I can’t lose you…”

Remus trails off, his voice breaking as he looks to the other side of the ward. He’s openly crying now. Remus thought he was going to lose you and truthfully, he didn’t know how he was going to live without you.

So are you, “Oh, Remus,” You hiccup, “I’m so so sorry.”

He’s sitting on your bedside in an instant, grabbing your hand whilst being careful not to jostle you too much.

“Whatever do you have to be sorry for?” He asks, brushing your hair away from your face.

“I was going to tell you about my side, but I had to explain what I saw first. I didn’t think it would lead to this.”

“It’s okay. We’re all okay.” Remus whispers, placing numerous kisses on your forehead, reassuring himself that you are here, you are alive.

You grip his hand even tighter. “You aren’t going to lose me.”

He sniffles, “I know. It was seeing you there, lying on the bed as the doctors worked around you. I couldn’t help but think the worse. Not even Sirius could comfort me.”

“Let’s make a pact. After this, we retire to a small village in the south where we can live out the rest of our lives together in peace. I’m going to have an allotment, and we can have a library.”

Remus hums, “I like the sound of that.”

You hold your pinkie finger up to him, he wraps his pink around yours.

“There,” You state, “A promise made.”

“A promise made.” He repeats.

“Hey Remus?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Kiss me?”

“Are you sure? The last thing I want to do is to start more bleeding.”

You nod, “I’m sure. Kiss me, Lupin.”

He chuckles but obliges your request. He presses his lips to yours, and you throw your arms around his neck to keep him close to you. All emotions are poured into this kiss – both of you experienced a scare tonight, one that affirmed that you did not want to live without the other. His hands are careful as they roam your body, checking once again that you are still here with him.

As Remus pulls away, an idea comes to mind.

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Marry me.”

You jerk away at his words, hissing as you disturb your wound. “Pardon?”

“Marry me. Last night showed me that I did not want to live this life without. The promise we just made? Let’s start the first bit now. Marry me, (Y/N). Marry me and let’s begin our lives. I don’t want to experience last night ever again; let’s get through this war as safely as we can and then go to our cottage.”

“You present a convincing case, Mr. Lupin.”

“Is that a yes?”

You nod animatedly, “Yes, I will marry you.”

Another kiss is pressed to your lips; this one calmer, sweeter. Full of promises for the future.

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kornyo · 5 years

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Hello, my name is korny and some of you know me as a former beta, then sweet elite’s former clothing artist, that also (singlehandedly) drew the animated mini-game with momo and the little coffee and coin icons. I never had a proper introduction which is why probably most of you see me for the first time now.

I didn’t plan on publicly making a statement, but it has been brought to my attention that the se management said rude and nasty things that – most importantly – are just plain bullshit and I cannot let this be said without a proper response.

If you click this link you will find a google doc with various screenshots, showing what exactly has been going on that made me (& cecile) finally leave the team. I made the doc and the screens a few days prior to leaving (April 2019) and already shared it with all the betas and some staff back then, but also some people on tumblr who have come into my dms asking me to clarify what happened. I feel the right time has come to share this link with the public, although it might be a little confusing to understand for some.

Now, what bothers me the most about serenas ugly behaviour from the past few days is the topic of “’lazy’ cecile”. I’d like to clarify that this entire post is MY opinion, and was written because *I* am angry about this, I was not forced to write this whatsoever by Cecile or anyone else. I’ve kept my mouth shut so far bc I could not be bothered, but this is where I draw the line.

“Lazy Cecile” has been something even BEFORE my beta days (which started in January 2018). Serena used (and still does, as you can see in her latest posts) to call Cecile “lazy” a lot jokingly, but saying it that often didn’t make it funny anymore, and it certainly isn’t a nice thing to say to a good friend. She continued to say it even after Cecile approached her not to.

To add, Cecile is - if not THE - most hardworking person that ever participated in the production of the game. While juggling a full-time job, she also drew AND redrew ALL the sprites, for a short time also drew ALL the illustrations WITH customization (2 genders x 3 three different hairstyles), AND new backgrounds because An already left the team. And that’s just the art she did! She also took part in writing large chunks in almost every chapter, even writing an entire big ass chapter 7 ON HER OWN, which she now has posted on her blog @retconomics (which Serena in response tried to make us afraid by telling us how merciful she is by not suing us for copyright. Your case wouldn’t be that strong honey LMAO not without a contract anyway 😉 ). ALL WHILE WORKING A FULL DAY JOB AND GETTING A DOG, WHICH ALSO REQUIRES A LOT OF ATTENTION. Meanwhile, it took Serena several months to almost a YEAR now, guessing from the release date, to write chapter 6 and it wasn’t a rare case for her to magically loose the file or it getting corrupted. So please tell me how the fuck cecile is lazy? In any fucking way?

Her time schedule was very demanding, so of course we had to cheat a little bit, which brings me to my next point: professionalism. Serena claims that Cecile was very unprofessional, “cutting corners” and her art “unpolished” and “not up to par”. In her example of ‘proper’ professionalism, serena used this image:

Illustrating how the new artist does things better and more polished.

This is where I call huge, MAJOR bullshit.

I have worked on the sprites with cecile. Due to the tight deadline Serena has given us, Cecile would give me the rough sprites and I would finish them & look for any spots that were smudges/did not have clear edges or full transparency. Wanna know how these files looked like?

Hm! Absolutely no fucking different! The expressions were all on one layer, unlike in the example above, but as Serena said: she didn’t say anything against that. That was because Serena wanted to pump content out, which, fair enough, and she needed everyone in the team to “set priorities”, as she said. And adding so much customization was NOT a priority at that time and she knows it.

However, if it DID bug her that much, it’s her own fault if she won’t say “hey Cecile, could you put all the brows on one single layer, all the mouths etc”. And if her excuse is that Cecile lacked the time, I could’ve done it just as easily, as I worked on the sprites anyway and did not have the huge workload cecile had at that time. If the manager is unhappy with their product, they should say something, otherwise nothing will happen. So, if Serena was unhappy with the ‘lack’ of expressions (lets be real tho, 5 expressions isn’t lacking at all)? Her fault.

“Not to mention, all of the sprites will be polished and the artstyle will finally be consistent throughout the entire game (something that our old artist really struggled with at times). Also, both Alita and Ariel are awesome at what they do, take growth and sustainability seriously, and constantly look for ways to improve and build onto the world of Sweet Elite.” Taken from here (x).

Ah, yes. You want consistency and yet hired two artists with two very different styles, and even *advertised* it as something good. Also, if somebody improves art wise, they rarely stay the same way. Art is FLUID. Art CHANGES, especially while improving. And if ceciles art was so unprofessional looking and unpolished for you serena, why didn’t you just tell her to stop drawing? Why not “get rid of the garbage” sooner? Would have saved both you and cecile the clownery that has happened and is going on right now.

(taken from here)

Also calling Cecile a weakness while she literally held the weight of the entire game on her shoulders while having to provide so much art and writing while you failed to write even one chapter during all that? You’re pettier than you care to admit.

I literally could go on and on about this, but this is already 1k words, so im gonna wrap this up. But I am so mad about this “boo hoo there is a narrative spun against me ☹” “I was creatively constricted by my cowriters” (also bullshit lmao, but another topic). You’re just a big liar and an awful person overall, and don’t get me started on your boyfriend.

While you’re getting “rid of the garbage”, please also remove MY minigame which I was forced to make while I was collecting money for my dog, and pay me 100€. You can have the clothes as I actually *agreed* on doing that for no money. 25€ for all the coffee and coin icons would be appropriate as well.

Now, as a former fan thats been on this journey since 2015, I am very dissapointed in how this game is developing. You’re taking this game into a direction you promised not to - not diverse, full of clichés, mainstream. As a fan, this broke my heart. A lot.

I hope you learn that your actions have consequences and that I will NOT be quiet if you decide to spit some lies again.

#sweet elite #se-serena #long post

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blueeyedrichie · 4 years

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okay so thought: Mac and Dennis Move to the Suburbs but like ~ Richie and Stan Move to the Suburbs ~

LMAO KRISTEN DFKJASKDFJ CAN YOU IMAGINE

okay so the bet is that if they can’t live there for a full month that stanley can’t go birdwatching for a week and richie can’t do voices for a week LOL and if they get caught doing those things after losing then they each owe every loser $20

i’m wondering what richie would cook all the time like i wish his name fit as easily into a food as mac’s does with mac and cheese... i’m thinking “richie’s rich and famous chocolate cake” or something equally ridiculous LOL and at first stan is just like “omg this is seriously amazing it’s like...”

“the most rich chocolate cake you’ve ever had?” and richie waggles his eyebrows

and stan’s like, “honestly yeah.” but after the third week of chocolate cake dinners stan is a teensy bit over it

and then i imagine stanley needing like total peace and quiet to sleep, so he would go BONKERS with all the little noises. and you’d think richie wouldn’t be so bothered by it because he falls asleep with the tv on or music on all the time, but this buzzing noise that he can’t find the origin of is driving him fucking nuts and it’s the only thing he can hear even when he turns his music up

but of course neither of them can say anything because HELLO they live in the suburbs they’re supposed to love it and they can’t lose the bet, the other losers will never let them live it down considering how they acted like it’d be no problem

and it’s weird how bothered they are? honestly? since they lived in derry for so long and it’s not like it’s a bustling town. but now they’re used to living in the city and they loathe to think how they were ever able to live in such a small town before this

OMG okay so maybe their neighbor is also like an avid bird watcher right, and stanley is like “okay this might not be so bad” but this dude does NOT know his birds. like stanley is listening to him talk about birds and is just like “you could not be more wrong” and when he tries to correct him the guy is like “no, i know what i’m talking about HAHA nice try stan” and like slaps him REALLY hard on the back and stan is like “THAT WALLY SURE LIKES TO INCORRECTLY IDENTIFY BIRDS” and richie is just like “bro i haven’t written a joke in a week i don’t care about your bird crisis right now make the pool filter STOP BUZZING”

the other losers call them up and tell them about their days and richie and stan just go CRAZY like “pls for fucks sake save me” and they’re all just like “no <3″

but they all come visit anyway and richie immediately whisks eddie away and is just like “pleaseeee eds i can’t do this anymore” and eddie almost caves but this is all just too great and the way that richie and stan thought they’d be able to handle this is hilarious so eddie kisses his nose and is like “you’ll be okay richie”

meanwhile stan is absolutely losing his shit to mike who also feels a little bad but he’s not trying to lose this $20 side bet with beverly about which one of them caves first (his money’s on richie) so he convinces stan to stick it out

i’m highkey just envisioning stanley coming home one day and the wally-esque neighbor is like “STAN! HEY STAN! CHECK OUT THIS -insert bird type here that doesn’t even live in the united states-” and stan just freaks out on him and richie is watching through the window with tears in his eyes because this is absolutely hilarious but he can’t focus on turning it into a bit because he’s too annoyed and stressed out by all the little sounds everywhere and his tummy hurts from all the cake

ALSO imagine them sneaking off to do things alone like get fast food and sleeping in the car to get away from the noises LOL

obviously they would have the NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE, I’VE BEEN HEARING IT THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME at some point during a fight

okay i think this is all i got right now LOL thank you kristen you have such a big brain :’))))

#dearscone #the losers club #THIS WAS SO FUN OMG #SDKLFJSKFJ

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hello happy saturday!! can you please tell me some facts about Ant and Leon's friendship? :D how did they meet, what are the in-jokes, what are the Vibes... or really just any facts you care to share!

Hello happy Saturday, I have a cold and will see if I can write this out without sneezing.

So! Ant! And Leon!!! Those two, yes, I can talk about them, it will be disjointed and jump around because again, I have a cold and my head is full of jellyfish.

They met... in Canmore’s office lmao. Dr. Canmore is a fantastic woman in her field, who keeps her eyes and ears open for any suspicious activity from the other side of the city, which I will also have to explain, let’s go into that.

So: Spin City is split into the left and the right side of the city, with the left side being against tech for a variety of reasons (the tech blackout of that world was for a reason, or a warning from the heavens, or just that Tech Bad Book Good). The right side, in contrast, is trying to get the world back to where we were. As Spin City is Kinda A Big Deal, lots of other cities look to them for guidance in regards to what to do about tech. So their struggles are reflected over the country.

Dr. Canmore works for the left side. Because she’s Kinda Respected In Her Field, she can’t really go around stopping things herself, so she hires other people do it for her. Enter Ant and Leon. They started as work colleagues, with Ant being Very Quiet (as per usual) and Leon being new to town so just... getting by.

However, after their first task goes badly wrong, Ant signs something along the lines of ‘I’m going to jump off a building now’ and Leon, understanding sign language, goes ‘dude you can sign??? Why didn’t you just sign this whole time oh my god.’ As a result, Ant semi-adopts Leon and hangs around him a lot, because they can actually talk to him safely.

The in-jokes are... dumb. The ones I can think of off the top of my head are;

Ant’s dumb obsession (and pickyness) with cakes; too sweet is Bad but not sweet enough is Bad and fruit cake is Bad but chocolate cake is also Bad so do they even like cake??? Yes. But only a Very Specific Kind Of Cake, and Leon still doesn't know WHAT kind

Leon will sometimes set them off about cake just for the hell of it

Leon’s house being shockingly easy to break into; started with a bet after Ant saw his house for the first time and remarked that it wasn’t a good part of town. Leon was like pfff yeah right, no-one would break into this, it’s up high and awkward to get to and all my windows are shut.

Ant breaks in the next day.

Ant always breaks in whenever they come to visit Leon. Sometimes he’ll wake up and just find Ant in his house, reading a book with some water they helped themselves to.

Vincent. He deserves his own bullet point tbh. When Leon and Vincent first met, Leon definitely had a tiny crush on him. Ant was very aware of it. Vincent was not, and Leon decided, as punishment for making him Feel Things, he would torment Vincent All The Time.

Vincent is mostly fine with it, it’s only annoying when it gets in the way of work.

Alice, who also deserves her own bullet point. Alice is Ant’s older sister, and she hates Leon, and I’m not entirely sure why, but like, she’d be chilling in her old family house, Leon would walk in with Ant and instantly be like >:D time to cause problems on Purpose.

She likes him because he’s a good friend to Ant, but as a person, she’s like >:C his vibes.... are Bad.

Oxymoron sounding like moron, haha so clever

The vibes!!! Are. Good. Very good. I’m realising I may have written them to fill the void of ‘all my friends are at uni and I feel alone and I want a friend’ that I had at the time, but they have Good Vibes. Very easy chemistry, very snarky, very quick to bounce off each other. It’s a respectable vibe, which I think I need to expand on, so I will.

It’s like... they’re both very open with each other. Ant tells Leon why they don’t speak and demonstrates Silvertongue Stuff once he asks. Leon eventually talks about his family with Ant.

But, at the same time, they don’t pry too much. They let the other person bring up the subject if it seems touchy. Leon doesn’t go ‘hey, why don’t you talk?’ until Ant brings it up. Ant doesn’t go ‘why the fuck are you in America by yourself?’ until Leon brings it up. We got some Respect here bro

Beyond that, it’s just very... ride-or-die. They don’t often have to put their lives on the line for each other, but they would, and do, very willingly, and when it gets to the point that they both think the other is dead, it’s a. Very sad time for both of them.

Bonus fun facts and sort of future inside jokes;

Once the events of DIAS have played out, and what is fated to happen has happened, Leon tries to settle down again and looks around for the next Prank to pull on Vincent. He finds out you can get live chicks delivered, and figures hey that must be annoying to deliver, I’m gonna order some chicks and he has to bring them to me >:D

Jokes on him, because Vincent is delighted to deliver chicks to anyone, and is only concerned about Leon taking care of them.

Oh shit, Leon has to take care of them.

Ant wakes up to Leon frantically knocking on their door with four chicks in his pocket, two in his hood and one in each hand, sobbing about how he’s not ready to be a father.

He makes great father

On that note, Leon would later get a dog and 500% become a primary school teacher, and Ant gets a cat and becomes a librarian

Then Ant is outed as the ‘first’ person with an ability In The World and they manage to bleed into wip4, nice job kid

Imagine going to your local library and being like ‘hey, wait, you’re that uhhh, that Silvertongue!!!’ and Ant’s like ‘haha yeah, wild right? Anyway do you wanna renew or return this’

The whole story sparked with Ant being in the desert permanently after the factory blows up, and Leon staying in the city and trying to steer others away from making the same mistake he did. I only really remember Leon being arrested at one point and Ant hearing about it so going back into the city to help him out. They break in as he breaks out, and they see each other from the other side of the visitors room.... plastic sheet.... thing

The fist thing I wrote for them was them having a dumbass conversation about what happens after death, which can be read here

That’s all I’ve got for you I’m afraid I can safely say they are. Some of my favourite characters I’ve ever written. Major dorks, the pair of them

#also I did not sneeze #I did go and get tea though #ant and leon! good lads very good lads do I have anything else to ramble about here hhmmmmmmm #the answer is yes; I found a template for considering the design of corrupt OCs and realised that Ant comes shockingly close to starting #a corruption arc and Leon is the Entire Reason they do not do that #and also figuring out how things would work with corruption arcs is fun #((keaton is also shockingly close I think but I haven't written him yet))#leon would make a great teacher ngl like #'hey guys welcome to PE! I'm gonna show you where the muscles on your legs are #using my leg which has no muscles; any questions?'#what a dumbass

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Upcoming Imagines (Feb. 2/20)

These are all of the requests I have received and have decided to write. I can’t promise when any of these will be written and I don’t have an order that I’ll be writing them in - I just write whatever one I have inspiration for at a given time.

Currently, I’m very busy with my university classes as well as volunteering at my old elementary school one day a week. So, I don’t have much time to write. I have a break week in two weeks so hopefully I’ll have some time then to write some stuff. But yeah, here are the requests that I’ll try to write in the next few months:

Quark – Marital Advice (aw--heck on tumblr) [Any chance I could get a DS9 request where the reader goes to their best friend Quark to talk about marriage troubles with their husband Worf? A bit of comforting banter at the bar type thing?]

Garak – Flirtatious Surprises (anon on tumblr) [I wonder if I could please request a DS9 Garak x reader imagine where the normally quiet plus-size reader flirts with Garak in front of everyone and leaves him flustered but in the end he just kisses her and everyone cheers?]

Data – Panic Attack (Area_C-137 on wattpad) [Maybe you could write one we’re the reader is in a relationship with data and he see the reader having a panic attack and then they cuddle to make the reader feel happy]

Data – First Date Part 2 of First Meetings (ElfWarriorQueen on wattpad) [Maybe them going on their date and there could be some kind of unfortunate accident that draws them closer together; like drinks get spilled over the reader, or maybe there’s a malfunction in the elevator and they’re stuck for a while.]

Trip Tucker – Tension (adela-topaz-caelon on tumblr) [Can I request a vaguley smutty Trip Tucker x Reader, where they're on a mission together in a shuttle, there's some repartee between the two, who aren't yet dating - and comments start leading to others and so on and forth and such, and then there's a time skip to them going back to the station, and whilst they did get the work done, other's can tell by marks on the Reader's neck that something has happened.]

Christopher Pike – Parents (anon on tumblr) [I had a realization thats night if you can do Disco Pike becoming for dad I'll love you forever]

Wesley Crusher – Comfort (anon on tumblr) [could I request something fluffy where Wesley does his best to comfort the reader after her now ex-boyfriend break ups with her b/c of lack of sexual intimacy and the reader avoids Wesley cause she feels she's not smart enough or pretty enough for him]

Leonard “Bones” McCoy – Dance Practice (jesterofsorts on wattpad) [I was wondering if you could do a Star Trek imagine about AOS Bones? Maybe if he teaches the reader to dance because they don't know how and they fall in love with each other?]

Garak – Rescue Party (kate_the_dork on wattpad) [I was wondering if you could do a Garak x reader where the reader is taken by the Dominion and is interrogated for info about ds9 but she won't give it up cuz she's too cool for that lmao. And then, cuz I'm a cliche and fluffy gal, Garak comes to save her?]

Garak – “Sew, you like me?” (Indirect_Detective on wattpad) [Could you do a Garak x reader? Him coming to terms with loving the reader and finally trying to admit is but doctor Bashir keeps cutting in and ruining the moment. Garak finally gets the reader alone and compliments the reader(looks and personality) as he's hemming readers uniform before opening up to the reader?]

Malcolm Reed – “Talk to me, please.” (chevyp15 on wattpad) [Malcolm Reed x reader where reader seems off and when Mal confronts them they break down and confess all their worries about the relationship?]

Deanna x Will - Pregnant (anon on tumblr) [Can I ask you for something fluffy between Deanna Troi x William Riker where set during an official Starfleet ball and they announced that Deanna is expecting a baby again, but Deanna feels uncertain after the death of their son Ian Troi and Riker comforts her, which leads to a bit of passionate kisses please.]

Garak - Presents (anon on tumblr) [Ah I request an imagine for garak. Like he’s at his shop and his so comes in with something from cardassia for him and he has no idea how his so got it for him and she refuses to say. But he’s super happy about it because it’s something he’s missed for so long. And just fluff ensues?]

Pavel Chekov – Set Up (anon on tumblr) [Can I get an imagine with Chekov please? Fem!Reader works in engineering and is like a daughter figure to Scotty. When Chekov starts shadowing Scotty, he meets the reader and a friendship quickly forms because they are both adorable dorks. Scotty notices that their friendship could become something more with a nudge in the right direction. Soon the Scotsman has get both the reader and Chekov together. Just something super silly and fluffy!!]

Kathryn Janeway – Protection (anon on tumblr) [Hiiiiiiii could I have a Janeway x reader fic where she steps in front of you to protect you and uses her arm to shield you and is super gentle with you and everything? Can be romantic or platonic whatever works best for this!]

Spock x Uhura – Wedding Bells (anon on tumblr) [Can I ask you for something fluffy between Spock and Uhura where they get married on planet Vulcan with all their friends and family around them?]

Being Pavel Chekov’s Betazoid Wife Would Include… (dancingwith-thesunflowers on tumblr) [Could you write some headcanons about Chekov and female betazoid-human hybrid!reader getting married and having children please?]

Dating T’Pol Would Include… (anon on tumblr)

Will Riker – Pregnant (borzanimariana on wattpad) [Write with command riker and reader are married and she's pregnant, please]

Having Worf as a Father Figure Would Include… (anon on tumblr) [Being a security office and having Worf as a father figure (cause y/n is one of the youngest in the crew)]

Being Married To Jean-Luc Picard Would Include… (spaceyslytherin on tumblr) [Request: Being married to Jean-Luc Picard would include.]

Malcolm Reed – Nightmares (wraith-queen-todd on tumblr) [Heyyyyy ep so can I request a Malcolm reed imagine where he comforts his so after thy have a nightmare about him dying-? If that’s ok. I never really request before haha sorry I’m so awkward]

Scotty x Jayla – Graduation (anon on tumblr) [Can you please write an oneshot with Scotty + Jaylah where Scotty is at Jaylah’s graduation from Star Fleet Academy and Jaylah admits to Scotty that she is proud that Scotty is the first person she considers “a friend”?]

Data x Geordi – Domestic Life (anon on tumblr) [Hey! If you could. Would you be able to write an one shot please with some Data + Geordi fluff where in an AU, Lal (Data’s daughter) is a small child and both Data + Geordi married and are looking after her and they’re playing and having fun with Spot the cat, as he causes mischief.]

Trip Tucker – “You’re hot when you’re jealous.” (anon on tumblr) [Hello I’m the smut asked about trip. As for the thing I was wondering if it could be like trip for jealous of someone flirting with his so and she reassured him that she only has eyes for him? If that’s ok?]

B’Elanna x Tom – PDA (anon on tumblr) [If it’s okay. Would you write an oneshot between Br’Elanna & Tom Paris where they are arguing about things, but in the end, they have a romantic moment, which is seen by the rest of the crew, without them realising. Please? Thank you in advance!]

Michael x Ash – Nightmares (anon on tumblr) [Hello, I love your writing!! 🥰 Could I request an oneshot with Michael comforting Ash after having a panic attack during his PTSD please? ✨ Thanks!]

Leonard “Bones” McCoy – Study Date (SloveniaReader95 on wattpad) [I was thinking... maybe with Bones where he is a year or two ahead at the Academy and for the first exam, the reader is already giving up, but Bones is there not letting her do it or something:)]

Malcolm Reed – Destressing (anon on tumblr) [Can you do a Malcolm reed smut if that is alright? Maybe Malcolm comes back to their room after a shift stressed and his so tries to calm him down a bit and it turns into smut?]

Kathryn Janeway Being Your Mother Would Include… (anon on tumblr) [Could you write some headcanons about Janeway being the reader’s mother, please? Thanks so much! I love your beautiful writing!!]

Julian Bashir – “Surprise!” (anon on tumblr) [DS9 request: The reader's belly has popped. So have her buttons. It's time to tell Julian the two of them are going to have a baby.]

Will Riker – “I love you.” (catherinedm on tumblr) [Hi(: I love your blog your writings are amazing. Could you maybe please do something about Will Riker telling you(the reader insert) his fellow enterprise officer he’s been datuing for a while that he loves you for the first time? Thank you so much!! Keep up the great work]

Sylvia Tilly x Michael Burnham – More Than Friends (anon on tumblr) [Can you please write an oneshot where Sylvia Tilly helps Michael, when she finds out that she has never been on a proper human date, she decides to play matchmaker for Michael, not realising that her friendship with her new roommate could lead to more..]

Trip Tucker x T’Pol – Family (anon on tumblr) [Would you be okay to write an oneshot based on Trip and T'Pol, where they have been living on Vulcan with their daughter Elizabeth for a few months, and they're hoping that sooner rather then later that they’ll have another baby? Thank you so much! I love your beautiful writing for the Star Trek fandom!!]

Ezri Dax x Julian Bashir – Moving In (anon on tumblr) [If it is okay with you please?. Can you write an oneshot where Ezri and Julian attempt to build a life together, no matter what odds they may face. Thank you so much!]

Kira Nerys – Socially Awkward (anon on tumblr) [Can I request something for Kira Nerys with a female reader who's very opinionated/clever but socially awkward/a little overly cautious? Maybe a civilian of some kind, but that's not 100% necessary.]

Worf x Jazdia Dax – “Marry me.” (anon on tumblr) [I know requests are closed, but I am sorry and I do apologise for not being more specific about the Worf and Jadzia oneshot request. Would it be okay if it was something like it was last night for the Defiant, maybe set on Gaia ("Children of Time") and Worf surprises Jadzia by asking her to marry him. Hope that makes more sense! I’d be willing to send it again, if it doesn’t. Thank you very much!! I love your writing by the way!]

Will Riker – Home Safe (tngbabe on tumblr) [I'd like a will riker and reader. I'd love to have him take me home from a party because I'm drunk and wants me to get to my quarters safely and then stays.]

Comforting Kathryn Janeway Would Include… (geekyamorel on wattpad) [I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a KathrynXReader. Maybe something like Janeway is having a bad day and the reader tries their best to help calm her and maybe ends up making a fool of themselves just to make her smile and laugh]

#personal

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