#the whole thing with his fiance is fun for me too because it's a lil fucked

[sugarrookiedesign]

A Date So Bad, I Made A Tumblr Post About It

I'm sorta just listing events from the date off but its not entirely in order, and I most certainly forgot a few details bc it was all so stressful and chaotic

Mostly posting this for myself and my friends to gawk at (hi! 💓)

We met on the hellsite grindr. They're conventionally attractive, a bit odd and confusing through text, but were nice and seemed chill overall. We exchanged socials prior to meeting up and they had no local friends or much online community at all despite living in the area their whole life but I chalked it up to being newly trans.

These were the red flags I shouldn't have ignored, if you're keeping track lmao

I agreed to come to their place and my boyfriend dropped me off

First off I aint judging, but their house was completely empty besides their room even tho they claimed to have roommates and werent moving/recently moved?? unrelated but justa odd vibe and potential red flag lol

They were so erratic from the moment I met them they just kept talking n talking, and were clearly not all there bc I couldn't understand alot of what they were sayin. It made conversation so hard.

We sat on the floor of their bedroom and smoked wii'd

They got very emotional about everything and would like jump up and like grab n shake me by the shoulders to emphasize the shit they were babbling 😭

Throughout the date they gave lil signs that they were a volatile person like they explained how they have had frequent fall outs w friends and family, their exs have called the cops on them on numerous occasions(explained in bits n pieces throughout the date during their semi-coherent rambles), and they had spicy reactions to me, just like, saying anything.

Thoughout the date they said the R word 3 times even after i told them it upset me, both to be funny and because they were mad at someone in their head, they made fun of muslims(amongst many others), told me "i dont go too far left, my political opinions will get me in trouble" and didnt elaborate when I tried gently asking about it.

They asked if I wanted to have sex like 4 times like out of nowhere in different ways and I had to say "Ive told you no 4 times, absolutely not, please stop" and kept pushing questions about my kinks. They also really hammered on how confusing polyamory was and made it clear that they thought it was dumb and funny that I have an asexual partnership w my fiance even though I explained it all to them prior ro meeting. :')

Like 6 times throughout our 4 hour date they made themselves so mad from talking(basically to themselves) about their traumas that they were like yelling at themselves while staring at the ground??

Surprisingly the thing that made me text my boyfriend to pick me up ASAP was they asked me to buy them food like over and over and made me explain why I didn't want to do that it was so creepy and weird and upsetting, ik it sounds dumb but just the way they were saying shit n pushing it really triggered my anxiety 😭

(obviously manipulative voice that i notice immediately): "aw you know I could really go for some icecream but ive been broke recently and i have no food in my fridge"

me, knowing whats coming, already so sick of them: "Ah I feel you I love icecream, and I've been nearly broke recently too"

"..please buy me icecream?"

"uh no im sorry not today"

"please?"

"uuuuh, what? I dont really feel like it i already bought us snacks and i dont have alot of money"

"you said *nearly broke*. Can you please?"

"no"

"why not you have money"

and just kept going and was like asking how much I had in my bank account 😭

i try to ignore my phone when im w people to be respectful so the first time i texted my bf was to get rescued right after they begged me for food money and they just stared at me silently for like 15 seconds while I was texting before angrily saying "Oh so do you talk shit to your boyfriend when your grindr dates aren't going well? Is that it?"

for my safety I had to pretend like I was willing to go on a second date but I blocked her everywhere except grindr before I was even out of her driveway 😭😭

its hard to fully explain how fucking weird and bad this date was

One last small thing lmaooo when she put a youtube video on for us to watch she just straight up unblinkingly stared directly at my face to gauge my reactions to it FOR THE ENTIRE VIDEO I STG IF THAT ISNT SERIAL KILLER VIBES DUDE

Im tired, I just wanted headpats but I put myself in danger instead uuuugghhh

Part of it was absurd and almost-funny, I couldn't believe what was happening at times, but it was also mostly just super stressful. Lots of thoughts n anxiety swirling through my silly kitty brain 😖

Im not judging them for being clearly mentally unwell and I really hope they heal and get help for the stuff they're going through.. but also they were an objectively bad person who I need as far away from me as possible!

[petrichoraline]

I agree with everything you said, Cathrine is delightful, naive but stands her ground and she's only going to get better with age. Yeah, the whole age gap is a bit... But considering the time period it was written in I just imagine him younger idk. The action part is when they're in the abbey ig, that's the most fun part and I'm not going to spoil it to you ofc but I'd do the same as Cathrine if I was in a place like that lol maybe without saying certain things tho. I would love to know your thoughts on the novel, by the end I did like henry, he did show up and out when he needed to. I'd have to say that my favorite austen romance is persuasion, the man did annoy me in the begining even tho ig I understand that one considering their history but his letter in the end has to be the best austen letter, I'm not a fan of love letter in general but since they already have a history together it hits differently idk also talking about relatable heroines Ann Eliot my beloved, the people pleasing is next level (but we're working on that)

I waited to finish the novel to reply and now I understand what you meant hahah, a lil warning about spoilers ahead for anyone who might come across this that wants to read Northanger Abbey

Catherine's imagination running wild annoyed me a bit only because she was using it on a real person and in such a way but I understood she's an avid reader seeing patterns in real life and im sure her subconscious craved to make a villain out of the general - he was too attentive and polite for her to have an excuse to say anything bad about him though he was the most dreadful part of her experience in the abbey. but the way she talked to henry about it, I can't help but laugh, she feels so at ease with him and trusts him so much that she forgot all about manners and common decency and asked him questions that so obviously show her suspicions- like what heroine would share she suspects his father of murder with her crush 😭 propriety and common sense were sent out the door faster than her lmao

as for henry yeah, he did show up when it mattered and related the information to her in a very considerate way, he was also extra caring after she ran away in tears all ashamed when her suspicions were revealed so all in all you can tell he can be a little shit when he's in a silly goofy mood but also be extremely sensitive in certain situations, we love a man with a high eq 😄

the novel itself... I am not going to lie to you, I am a bit disappointed - I pushed through some boring parts in the hopes of some grandiose drama but things were resolved in a very bland way. the conclusion to the engagement situation is related through letters, we don't see either the thorpes or james himself at all, later on we only hear about what went between the general and john and I get it creates this feeling of "we're done with them, let's wrap it up, chop chop!" as if we didn't spend half the novel with those characters around. the way catherine moves on isn't technically quick but in writing it feels like it. aside from that part being rushed, so was the ending- eleanor having a fiance and catherine not knowing anything of it does make a bit of sense because she is a more discreet person but tying the whole thing together with "and his servant left behind the washing bills from so many chapters ago!".. I wouldn't call it lazy but it was a random choice. (I did find the part where she says she can't name the fiance cause the structure of a novel wouldn't allow it entertaining tho); the resolution for the thorpes was very similar to a fairytale - bad guys left vexxed, good guys in complete bliss. in sense and sensibility the "bad girl" at least got a man out of the whole ordeal lol so I was expecting some twist or another but it's fine, just as austen was done with the characters, so was i lol

I think most of all I wanted a more dramatic moment of getting together for henry and catherine but I suppose the whole point is this it's a regular story with regular characters where the only dramatics spawn from some very common behaviours in people in higher society. the final chapter was just rushing everything which honestly isn't a bad thing considering i was not too curious even three chapters prior as to how it all ends, I think austen mightve known it was gonna be predictable anyways so might as well not waste much thought and time on it.

I did like the book, as I do with every austen book, because it's an experience - I like the humour, I like the writing style (though some sentences could do with being shortened, I have to reread again and again when I'm sleepy sometimes), I think the fact there are less descriptions of surroundings and more cheeky commentary on society and fun dialog works for me very well. this novel is no different in these aspects than the ones I've previously read and im glad about it. when it comes to characters, I'm fond of Eleanor particularly but I appreciate the Morlands as well - they seem very simple in their thinking but very loving and caring, they give their children freedom and support them unreservedly, im sure henry and eleanor would love to be in their company in the future (im also so happy for eleanor and I hope his family is the warmest and help her heal from all she's endured)

it was a fun read and im satisfied i finished it regardless of anything, also very glad I got to talk with someone about it 😊

the letter in persuasion you mention sounds exactly like the type of profession of love i want, here I just mostly got austen describing events and we didn't even get to see catherine find henry at the door, we had to follow her mother to the bookshelf upstairs 😂 so a letter in the character's own words sounds great!

people pleasing would drive me up the wall, that's why I was so happy with catherine but! relatable it is. so I will probably yell at her with affection and understanding hahah (I'm sure you're doing great, one "no" at a time)

i think I'll probably think of other things to say on the matter after i've posted this but alas :') sending you hugs, thanks once again for talking to me about it <3 I hope I haven't disappointed you with my answer, I'd love for you to correct me if I've said smth wrong but also just share whatever 💓

[urmomsstuntdouble]

if u have any sidenotes/remarks about that itabros thing u just posted i would LOVE to hear!!!

ah thanks! i do have some more things to say about that actually

so first of all, i wrote it in 2nd person and in the first tense. this was sort of done to remove romano from the story while also bringing it closer to his mind/heart/whatever. he’s disassociating himself from his own life while it’s happening, and doesn’t actually recognize himself as the narrator of his own story, if that makes sense. it’s mostly because of character but also because romano is often depicted in canon as being less excited about unification. he doesn’t feel like he’s in control.  

anyway now that that’s out of the way its time to talk about their relationship! i think i’ve said this before but their relationship has very little foundation, and what foundation it does have is broken at best. because they were apart for so long during their youth, they missed out on the joint development that most siblings have. they are of course immortal siblings but not living together while their personalities developed is a crucial thing that’s lead to their rough relationship. I think they never thought they’d be unified, so they went about their lives as if they wouldn’t, as more like cousins than siblings. i imagine that they were very close when they were first born, but through most of the late medieval and early modern period they struggled to relate to each other on anything other than religion. i tried to portray that with romano being very wary of veneziano, and sort of anxious around him- though they live together, so it’s not like he’s super anxious all the time, but he’s generally unhappy and it’s taking a toll on him. he doesn’t feel like he can really breathe around veneziano.

i sort of wrote it under the idea that they misunderstand what the other wants in life and how the other loves. veneziano likes verbal affirmations and physical contact, and generally soft things. he wants to be constantly reminded that you love him, and is a pretty insecure person. he shows love by treating others how he wants to be treated, which, unfortunately, isn’t how romano likes to be loved. sure, romano likes it when someone takes care of him- he actually really likes it, and it’s one of the reasons that he likes spain so much- but the way that they take care of him matters too. he often feels useless, so all care needs to be subtle, the sort he only realizes later on. i talk about this in the timestamp 16:00, when he says “Even so, you could lean back on your fiance’s chest whenever you pleased.” his engagement to spain is sort of blurry but whatever. his comfort needs to be within his control, and he can’t get that with veneziano. 

i also tried to give it a generally ambiguous vibe, because i don’t think they’re actually capable of hating each other. they certainly dislike each other, but couldn’t hate each other. part of this is because they’re family and romano is too traditional to hate his own kin. but also, since unification in 1861, they have been through some tough times together. one of the reasons hima said that south italy has its own personification is because of the n*zi occupation of the north and the civil war (1943). i think that’s super important bc they’re also shown to be together during the occupation. if they truly hated each other, i think romano would’ve left veneziano in the north instead of letting him come down to what was still italian occupied or allies occupied territory. and yeah i know canon is usually not so great and this might be a lil bit of fuzzy territory, but i think it’s indicative of a love they both struggle with. the 20th century was also kinda rough, though, and it forced them to bond, which leaves them here, in this sort of limbo state where they can’t relate but also care about each other very deeply. and romano is pleased that he has a family- i think family is super important to him, like one of the most important things in the world, and he feels guilty that his own is such a mess. 

even so, they’re trying. they’re always going to try because it would be easier to love each other than to hate each other. 

[spookybreadstick]

Hey!!!! I was wondering if you could write a scenario for Toby confessing to his s/o 😳👉👈 - dancing parrot 🐦🎶🐦🎶

Okay so I wasn’t quite sure where I wanted to go with this, I had so many ideas it was hard to choose so I kind of meshed two of my favorite ideas into one lol. I hope it’s okay, it’s my longest (I’m pretty sure anyway) little scenario yet and I’m nervous/excited to post it. I personally think it’s kinda cute but uh let me know guys 😅 I also had it be Toby confessing that he has a crush on the reader, and for the purposes of this scenario the reader is female (I tried, but it’s harder than I thought to write gender neutral scenarios) 

NOTE: I am trying out different ways to incorporate Toby’s tics into the writing, because I think it is an important part of his character and I want to honor that while having it be respectful and also easier to read. I put his tics in * * so that it is easier to see when he’s having a verbal tic because otherwise it can look a lil funky. Let me know if this was an okay way to go about it, I’m still learning! 

🪓 Toby Confesses To His (Female) S/O  🪓

"Dude, stop star-staring. You're making it weird." Toby whispered to BEN, who was currently staring intently at you from a distance.

"How do you think I'm gonna help you if I don't know what I'm doing?" BEN barely glanced at Toby, who was fidgeting nervously beside him.

After a couple of seconds, BEN turned to Toby. "I don't know, dude. I need to see you guys in action."

"What does that mean?" Toby asked.

"Just go over and talk. Act natural. I need to see the vibe between you two." BEN said, nudging Toby towards you despite his whispers of protest.

Seeing Toby walk slowly towards you, you turned and greeted him. "Hey, Toby. What are you doing?"

"Uh, nothing. Just, uh, j-just walking..? He trailed off uncertainly.

You didn't seem to mind his awkward behavior, and continued to chat with him for another minute or two. Well, it was more like you were chatting at him rather than with him. Toby was just standing there uncomfortably, as he tried to will all of his tics away for a few minutes. It's hard when he's nervous and trying to make himself look good in front of you. Suddenly, you were being pulled away by one of the other pastas who wanted your opinion on something. Toby watched you leave the room, waving goodbye as you went.

"Dude. That was literally the worst thing I've ever seen." BEN appeared beside Toby, laughing.

"Knock *knock who's there?* knock it off." Toby gave him a slight shove.

"I can't help you if you're gonna be a dweeb about it." BEN shrugged.

"I'm not being a dweeb!" Toby cried indignantly.

"Okay, sure." BEN rolled his eyes.

"So?" Toby asked eagerly.

"So, what?"

"So, does she like me too?"

"I mean, she must like you at least a little. You were standing there like a goober, and she didn't care."

"BEN!"

"I'm sorry, but that was some classic comedy material right there. I could have made, like, a dozen jokes about the whole thing. All I'm saying is, she didn't take a golden opportunity to make fun of you, so maybe you do stand a chance after all."

"Okay, well, are you gonna help me *hide the body* help me win her over or what?" Toby crossed his arms.

"Nah. It's too much fun to watch you make a fool out of yourself." BEN grinned.

"Dude, seriously?"

"Look, I may be a man of talent, but I can't pass my flirt skills on to you. They'd just go to waste, man."

"Thanks a lot." Toby huffed.

"The best advice I can give you is to just relax, man. Just chill out, and don't act like you have rigor mortis. The whole time she was talking to you, you were rooted to the spot and your limbs were all tight. Don't do that. Just be loose and let it happen, you know?"

"Do you think I should tell her how I feel?" Toby asked timidly, shifting his weight from side to side. He really did like you. And he didn't always get so nervous around you, he reasoned to himself. He was better in groups, at least, when some of the attention was off of him.

"I don't know." BEN shrugged.

"You're talking about Y/N, right?" Hoodie asked, stepping into the room.

"Jesus, man, you scared the shit out of me!" BEN yelped.

"Sorry. Toby, do you have a crush on Y/N?"

"No! Why would you think *clink clink clink* that?"  

"You're pretty obvious about your feelings, Toby."

"D-do you think she knows?" Toby asked, dread crawling through his body. "I mean, it doesn't m-matter, it's not like I like her or anything, I just want to know." He added quickly, trying to cover his tracks.

"No, I don't think so." Hoodie replied, after a moment of thought.

"Why do you care?" BEN asked Hoodie, peering at him suspiciously.

Hoodie shrugged. "I don't care too much. Just figured Toby would want to know if she was dating somebody else. I mean, if he did like her." Hoodie cocked his head to the side, looking at Toby through his mask.

"W-what do you mean? She's dating somebody?" Toby's hand began to involuntarily rub at his neck.

"Not yet anyway. But I did hear that Jeff might ask her out." Hoodie said casually.

"Jeff? Tha-" BEN's words were quickly cut off by Hoodie smacking him in the side. Toby's mind was too preoccupied with visions of you and Jeff together, that he didn't notice.

"S-shit. Do... do you think she'd say y-yes?" Toby asked apprehensively.

"I don't know. But if you did have feelings for Y/N, which you say you don't, but if you did then you should probably tell her how you feel before Jeff does. Just in case." Hoodie said pointedly.

Toby nodded his head several times before yelling about how he had to do something (something totally unrelated) and then dashing out of the room.

~~

Toby ran down the lengths of the corridors, desperate to find you before Jeff could. His heart pinched to think of what would happen if you did decide to go out with Jeff. He couldn't bear it.

Toby was so lost in his thoughts that he narrowly missed running directly into Sally, who was wandering the halls as well.

"Sorry, Sally, I gotta go." Toby puffed, out of breath.

"Toby! You gotta come play with me!" Sally looked at him with eyes full of childish begging.

"Not now, Sal." Toby bounced impatiently, waiting for her to move.

"Toby Rogers, you come play with me right now!" Sally crossed her arms. "Or I'll tell Slendy that you were being mean to me."

Toby looked down at her in shock. "You wouldn't."

Sally stuck her tongue out playfully. Toby sighed, then ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Fine! *Fine wine, very fine wine* I-I'll go play with you. But it has to be quick, I'm really *busy bee* busy!" Toby pleaded.

"Okey-dokey!" Sally exclaimed happily, grabbing Toby's hand and pulling him along to her playroom.

~~

When Toby entered Sally's playroom, he was expecting to find the table set for tea, with various stuffed animals positioned into chairs and dressed in different colored tutus. That wasn't a surprise. What was an unexpected surprise, however, was finding you sitting in one of Sally's pink plastic chairs. Toby skidded to a stop, like a deer in headlights, taking in the sight of you perched in the tiny chair with a princess tiara on your head.

"Hi, Toby." You waved slightly. "Like the tiara?"

"Uh, yeah. It, um, it looks-it looks great." Toby stuttered out.

"We're going to play Princess Tea Time." Sally announced loudly, putting on a tiara of her own. 

"Y/N and I are going to be princesses, of course." Sally gestured to the matching tiaras.

"Tickles and Marmalade will be the Ladies-in-Waiting." Sally pointed to a pink bear and a blue triceratops. "Larry is going to be a knight, and my very romantic fiance." She gestured to a manatee.

"And Toby is going to be the prince from another kingdom that comes to tea!" Sally beamed.

Toby plastered a big fake smile on his face before Sally's game of play-pretend began.

~~

The three of you had been playing for a good twenty minutes, and Toby had been having a good time in spite of the circumstances. He had been enjoying himself enough to have forgotten about the whole Jeff thing entirely. Sally was serving real cookies, and there was fruit punch in the pink teapot. Sally is an excellent little actress, and she had adopted an over-the-top British accent to go with her whole "diva princess madly in love with the lowly knight" vibe that she had going. Toby found himself relaxing as time went on, and he found his ability to actually converse like a normal person. He had even made a few jokes that you'd laughed at.

However, Sally decided it was high time to raise the stakes of her little game.

"Prince Toby, what just fell out of your pocket?" Sally asked, pointing to a spot of nothing on the floor. She leaned over to pick up nothing off the floor, then pretended to 'read' whatever it was. She gasped dramatically, hands over her heart.

"Prince Toby! This letter states your love for Princess Y/N!" Sally exclaimed. "And just when were you going to confess to my dear sister?"

"I-I-um, I-" Toby stuttered, unable to think of how to play along. This was becoming too close for comfort.

"It's true?!" Sally gasped dramatically once more, ignoring Toby's failed acting attempt. "Good heavens! Sister, what do you think?"

"I... I don't know, dear sister. What ever should I do?" You asked Sally, half-playing along.

"Well, we have to determine if Prince Toby's love for you is true." Sally turned to Toby excitedly. He stared at her blankly in return. 

"Well? Go on, tell her how you feel." Sally urged.

Toby looked at you and suddenly words starting coming out of his mouth that seemed to stumble right from his heart. "I don't know how to act when I'm around you, because you make me so nervous. You're the most amazing person I've ever met in my life. You're like... like a goddess to me. You're so beautiful, and kind, and you're always so nice to me of all people, and I really wanted to tell you this before, especially since there's other guys that want your heart, but I was scared of what you'd say..." Toby trailed off, heart racing. "I, uh, that's how the prince, I mean me, that's how I feel about you. Princess Y/N." Toby tripped over his words, trying to act like it was all part of the game.

"Now that was romantic." Sally sighed happily.

~~

The game ended shortly after that, due to Slender calling Sally downstairs so she could watch some cartoons that she liked, which was a good thing since Toby could hardly bring himself to look you in the eyes. He worried that you had read between the lines and realized that his words were actually true. Sally had just skipped out of the room when Toby stood and faced you. You stood as well, plucking your tiara from your head and fiddling with it.

"That was a pretty intense game." You half-laughed after several beats of awkward silence.

"Y-yeah, it was." Toby looked at the ground.

"Sally's got quite the imagination."

"Yeah. *Yeah, yeah*"

"You do too."

"What?"

"I mean, coming up with that whole thing about how the prince feels about the princess? That was pretty creative."

"Oh, yeah... about that..." Toby trailed off. "S-sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything."

"No, no, it's fine. You were just playing the part." You smiled to try to put his obvious nerves at ease.

"But-but I wasn't." Toby looked you in the eyes.

"You weren't?"

"No, I..." Toby drew in a deep breath. "I really like you."

"In what way?" You asked, half in a whisper.

"That-that way. The-the lovey kind of way?" Toby half-whispered back, unsure of your reaction.  

"Really?" Your eyes brightened with hope.

"I like you so much and I really want to be your-your....your prince." Toby looked down at his hands, before glancing back at you. "If-if you want me to. I get it if you d-don't like me..."

"No!" You cut him off. "I like you, too."

"In that same way?" Toby glanced at you hopefully.

"Yes. In that same lovey kind of way." You repeated his words with a smile on your face.

Toby's entire face lit up with joy as he pulled you in close for a hug and maybe a kiss.

~~

"Guess things worked out for old Toby after all." BEN mentioned to Hoodie after the two of you announced to the mansion later that day that you were together.

"I guess they did." Hoodie commented. 

"What about the whole Jeff thing, though? He never mentioned anything to me, and I'm his best friend, and then you practically body-slammed me earlier when I was talking about it." BEN turned to face Hoodie.

"Oh, I made that all up." Hoodie said casually taking a sip of the drink he was holding.

"What? Dude, why?" BEN shook his head in confusion.

"Because," Hoodie began as he looked across the room at the happy new couple, "he would never have told her otherwise if I didn't give him just a little push."  

[whoreforenemiestolovers]

A Court of Silver Flames book review (heavy spoilers)

This is just copy and pasted from my Goodreads review because I am TOO lazy to write it again:

Rating: 13/10

This book, in my opinion, was the best one in the ACOTAR series, maybe just her best book yet (excluding Heir of Fire). I loved it so much. I loved the different perspectives and I love getting to know Nesta better (even though I already loved her character). First of all, I just want to say that the smut in this book is the best out of every book SJM has ever written and I am so proud of her for it. The chemistry really had me rolling. Also, Nesta is just so funny and I love that Az just eggs her on when she makes fun of Cassian. Nesta is such a complex character. She is strong, yet scared, to admit her feelings to Cassian, to her family, and even to herself. She goes through so many challenges that no one really understood except Cassian (and sometimes Azriel). Everyone I know said they didn't want to read this book because they hate Nesta's character but I think I've always understood Nesta. No one knew how bad she hurt and how deep her scars went. No one really cared to find out. Everyone assumed she was just lashing out at everyone for no reason. No one tried to understand. At the beginning of the book, Nesta enters the River Estate and she's sad because there aren't any pictures of her. She is upset because even though she declined offers to be around them all, she still wanted them. She wanted them to ask her if she wanted to come over or go out. She wanted them to fight for her but they gave up and that truly hurt her even more than anything. She was hurt that Elain and Amren chose Feyre over her. While reading the other books, of course I was a Feyre fan but this book really helped me switch up perspectives. I do think that Feyre sending her to the House of Wind with Cassian and Az was the best decision ever but it also pains me to know that she didn't keep trying to connect with Nesta. She didn't paint her. Every time Nesta heard a fire, all she could hear and see was her father's neck snapping in front of her. She didn't believe she deserved Cassian because she thought so low of herself. During the book, we see her truly want to end her life because she believes her life isn't worth anything. She doesn't believe anyone loves or cares about her. Growing up, she wasn't treated with love from her parents. Her father feared her and her mother thought her a weapon. No one told her they loved her. She never told anyone she loved them. 

After the war, she just wanted to get drunk and listen to music (honestly I don't see what everyone's problem was. She just wanted alone time). She convinces Az and Cassian to train Priestesses and women who have been abused or raped so they can fight back. She is entered into the Blood Rite against her will and almost gives her life to save her friends. She could have won the whole thing, proving so many people wrong but instead she saved her friends. Amren was her only friend and then Amren, for a lack of better words, betrayed her. On that bridge, Amren told her they were going to train again but she wasn't ready. Nesta didn't want to train and so when she clapped back at Amren, she spoke nothing but truth. When she was hooking up with Cassian she didn't think he had feelings for her, so even though she wanted to ask him to stay every night, she didn't because she didn't want him to say no. She gives up her powers, her GODDESS powers, to save Feyre, Rhys', and the baby's lives. She is still struggling with the sexual assault from her ex-fiance but no one cares except Cassian. For a time, her only friend was a house. Nesta deserves so much and more. 

Cassian is my favorite. I love him. So much. I really can't explain it because he's just that amazing. All he wants is to help Nesta heal. He just wants her to be whole again. He wants her to love him back because he loves her so much. He is the only person to stand up for her through the entire book. When the entire family is against her, he just wants to protect her and cherish her. He wanted to tell her about the swords but Amren and Rhys didn't. He wanted to tell her that she is his mate but didn't want to force anything on her. He trains priestesses because she wants to help them. He wants to save her from the Blood Rite even if it causes his murder, the only reason he doesn't is because he knows she will want to win for herself. He encourages her and loves her when no one else does. Cassian is so loyal I just truly love him so much. This book really made me see Feyre, Rhys, Amren, and Elain from a whole different perspective. In the other books, I thought them so amazing and just the best but they do have flaws and they royally pissed me off in this book. Yes, Feyre made the right decision sending Nesta to the House of Wind but she never apologizes for anything. She doesn't apologize for not being there for Nesta when she needed someone. She doesn't apologize for not inviting her places anymore, even though it hurts Nesta. She doesn't apologize for forcing her to the House of Wind, even if it was for her benefit. Don't even get me started on Rhysand. He was truly my favorite character but I will not tolerate the way he talks to Nesta. He is so disrespectful. Like sis you are thriving with your pregnant wife, you are in love and high king and everyone loves you. He is so rude to Nesta for literally ✨existing✨. Yes, Nesta messed up but so did everyone. He is literally allies with someone who left his cousin to die and is trying to save his wife's abusive ex-fiance but can't forgive Nesta for being rude (which idk if he's noticed but there is a reason Amren and Nesta got along so well). Rhysand and everyone else have all been through tons of shit but they've also had hundreds of years to heal AND they had support systems in each other. Nesta doesn't have that. He exiles Nesta for literally telling her sister that everyone has been lying to her and that she's going to die and then the only reason he likes her now is because the only reason Feyre DOESN'T die is because she saves her life. I can't even get into the topic of Elain because this book made me strongly dislike her. Like sis I know you don't have feelings for Lucien but you can be nice to him. Of course, Azriel is Azriel and I love him so much. I can't say anything bad about him because he is just such a lil bean I love him. I love Gwyn and Emerie so much. I love that they accept Nesta, flaws and all and they don't turn from her. They are willing to die with her because they are family. I love the House of Winds. I love that the house and Nesta read smut. I love a lot of things about this book. I haven't slept in almost 3 days and now that I have finally finished this book, I don't know what to do. Sarah J. Maas said yesterday that she is writing at least 2 more books in this series and if another one of them isn't another Nesta/Cassian one I'm gonna be mad. Yea, Feyre and Rhysand are nice and all but Nessian really keeps you on your toes. I'm going to go to sleep now and then find a new book to read. Toodles.

[nelliebrookstone]

( BRIANNE HOWEY, 29, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of ELEANOR ‘NELL’ BROOKSTONE. they’re the EMPLOYEE who’s known around the office as THE BURN BOOK, if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re SUPPORTIVE but PETTY, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who CRIED IN THE BATHROOM BECAUSE SOMEONE TOOK HER YOGURT. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

Greetings Earthlings, my name is Asha I am simply a fellow human from planet earth looking to hang out with my cool friends at the Build-A-Bear. I’m excited to be here! I have more information on Eleanor (nellie if you know here, nell if you don’t) below the cut! If you give this a lil like I’ll slide into your exclusive tumblr DMs to plot! 

So, who is Nell? Well let me tell you. As far as most people know, Nell is a former Masters Model turned Head of Talent Management for models. She’s a mix of sweet Alabama charm and scary dead smile energy, and she always has a compact for you to borrow in her purse. Most people know she always has a perfect french manicure and knows most people by first name. You might also know she recently divorced Parker and is no longer using his last name, please do not call her Mrs. Carson she’ll cry in the bathroom and then leave you a bad yelp review. You’re not even on yelp, you say? She’ll make one for you and then leave a bad review. 

But like a curated Insta, this ain’t it folks. So buckle up. (I say this dramatically but tbh she has had a pretty stable life)

Nellie grew up in a smallish town in Alabama. If you ask her, it wasn’t small at all. But it certainly was compared to large city centers, and definitely compared to New York. It was the kind of town where everyone knew your business, and Nellie had a lot of business. 

She was a teen queen! Head cheerleader, student president, shining volunteer of the county and Lady Alabama of 2010 (not to be confused with Miss Alabama, but if you ask her it’s basically the same thing). She was very involved in her community and her parents were well known in the area for their construction company. Everyone loved her that she was like the golden child of the town.

It was a great, privileged life! Her parents got married young, had a bunch of kids, and had the means to care for them! Her parents also have a very genuine love story, still passionate about each other years later. She and her sisters (all five of them) have always wanted a life like their parents’. 

The one difference between her and her parents remained her desire to roam and see the world. She wanted to travel, or at least live in a place where she could meet new people from new places. Moving to New York seemed like a great place to get some experience, though if you ask her mother she probably got the idea from some dumb TV show. She did. It was a lot of shows. And a lot of movies. There were a ton of romantic comedies that TRULY shaped this desire. 

she started sending in applications to various schools in New York. She was an honor list student with a lot of extra-circulars and passion to be at these places that shown through on all her apps. She got many a rejection, the one from Columbia was the hardest. It was the worst thing that ever happened to her at the time, so you can imagine how her life must have been. 

She DID get accepted to NYU for Public Relations! CHEERS ALL AROUND! She was so excited. She was gonna see the world and be a big city bitch 10/10. In college, she was quickly involved in everything from various clubs, to sorority, to trying to get involved with the community. It didn’t work out as well. New York was just such a different town...in that it was...big. And she wasn’t used to that. 

But she did meet a funky guy named Parker Carson! And they fell in love! And here is a short synopsis of their relationship: 

they met at a department store. Parker looked a little lost in the dress shirt area so she helped him pick out an outfit and the rest was, as they say, history. 

they had a great relationship at first, full of love and passion and fun times. he had a pokemon tattoo, she used to play pokemon snap. what a team! 

but really, they had a great time together...which led them to get married real early. In fact, for Nell, this was even a little late. She thought she’d be married with kids by 23. 

a lot of little things led to their downfall, but it can be boiled down to not fully understanding what it takes to live with another person who doesn’t mesh with your lifestyle. A big issue for Nell was kids. She wanted them, right then and there. He didn’t! No one’s fault, but it seemed to be a block they couldn’t get over. 

they’re divorced now. it’s fresh. she’s got a lot of conflicts about it. She cannot believe she is divorced before 30. she cannot believe she doesn’t have kids by now. She is under the impression she’s run out of time for everything, which is not true at all but it’s how she feels. She’s none too fond of the man at the moment. 

But listen! Nellie is a fun girl! She’s got a lot of ~zest~ for life and likes to do new things and try new places. She’s also just as comfortable spending the day at home on the couch with everything she needs within arms reach. She seems like someone who would be into partying but that’s really not her scene. She’s a brunch girl, a drive-thru movie theater girl, and an all-day 90 day fiance girl. She has an addiction to cherry cokes and always misses her stop on the subway because she gets distracted listening to her music and zoning out. She cries a lot during sad AND happy movies and can’t eat pork because she once knew a pig named Babe (no relation to the famous babe). Her favorite animal is the octopus and she volunteers with the homeless shelter every weekend. 

All of this doesn’t really come across in her work persona. She always seems like she’s extremely put together and very good at what she does. She’s quick, snappy, and not afraid to speak her mind. She’s a master at the backhanded compliment and is the master of the delayed burn (you won’t know you’ve been roasted until she’s down the hallway). She has a very charming way of speaking with a thick southern accent and tons of sayings that no one knows the meaning of, but sometimes that Nice Southern Girl smile comes out and you know she would be stabbing you if such an act were socially acceptable. Despite this, Nellie doesn’t think she’s a mean person. 

But I’m sure there are MANY people who think she is. Because...sometimes she is! No one is perfect, and she definitely has a reputation of being a major pain in the ass if you’re on her bad side. Nell remembers EVERY slight against her. Oh, she remembers when you commented on the amount of emails she sends. She remembers when you mentioned that you thought her font type was a little too bold. She remembers it all...and stores it in her mental burn book. 

This also happens often because she is...pretty sensitive. And because she’s going through a divorce, which is NOT what she had planned for in life, she’s like a stubbed toe away from a full cry every day. She’s started to invest in waterproof mascara but it’s not working out. She really DID cry in the bathroom over her yogurt. She also came back the next day and wrote a VERY angry letter on the fridge titled ‘to the person who likes to take things that don’t belong to them, I hope your mother knows she raised a THIEF.’

As petty as she can be, she’s also a great person to have in your corner. If you’re a friend, she will fight for you to the end. She’s very loyal and will often drop whatever she’s doing if you need her. She can be very generous, no expenses spared to lift up someone she loves. If you’re a friend of hers, she’s a great friend. The kind you can call at 2 am when she’s dead asleep and she’ll still come help you move out of your shitty ex’s apartment. 

Basically, Nell is a whole lot of things. Not all of them are great. But she likes to think of herself as a good person that cares about other people. She generally is! She’s also fairly good at having heart to heart conversations, and isn’t afraid to own her mistakes if she’s not still upset about the issue. But she’ll also try to ruin your career if you steal her yogurt. Fun! 

I’ll add more as I think of it, but for now I’m here for all the plots. Best friends, enemies, the person who caught her crying in the bathroom, the person who caught her angrily scribbling her name on all her yogurt, you name it! 

[infinitegalahad]

Idk I’ve been feeling pretty down lately. Something cute, angsty, and smutty with a jealous Merriell Shelton and fem reader ?? You can have fun with it

Doux Comme Des Bonbons

Pairing: Snafu x Gender Netural! Reader

Summary: Snafu has a tendency to always wound up into trouble. Regardless, you still manage to put up with him.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Implied sexual harrasment, jeleous! snafu, cursing, fighting, but very minor! 

A/N: Of course I can! I feel you, hope this cheers you up! ❣️✨ I’m sorry this came so late. I’ve been studying for a few tests. I promise to work on a few requests this weekend though! I love the requests though, keep them coming in! This one was a little longer than expected. Snafu is my favourite himbo. The title translates to “as sweet as candy” bc this is fluffy-is. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

“Snafu, he’s just a classmate!”

Snafu slammed the door to your apartment building. If school and work weren’t hard enough, this had been your breaking point. As much as you loved your Cajun boyfriend, he was an absolute handful. It was like taking care of a manchild who you loved one minute, the next you wanted to scream in his face. Whenever things were peaceful between you, it was bliss. Endless worship, cuddles, cute french nicknames, romantic and steamy nights. It was anything a partner could ask for.

But when all hell would break loose between you two, it would be full-on discord.

“Classmate ma’ ass. Prissy lil’ fucker. I’ve seen ‘da way ‘dat preppy boy looks at you.” Snafu annoyingly badgered. He followed you around your apartment. Stopping at the kitchen counter, you spin on your heel to look at him straight in the face, a hand on your waist and an angry pout proudly displayed on your face. “ ‘Dat Chris or whatever his n-”

“Chad. His name is Chad.” You corrected.

The Cajun groaned as his calloused hands grasped onto the counter. He was extremely aggravated with hell in his eyes. “Whatever. I don’t like ‘yah hangin’ ‘round him. Chad kept starin’ at you like you were a piece of meat. Tried to fuckin’ steal ma’ seat next to you! ‘Dat lil’ sunva gun tryin’ to sit next ‘ta ‘ma Cher!”

Chad wasn’t someone you considered a friend or acquaintance. He was someone who was in your lecture who happened to be one of your friend’s inner friends. Whenever you would go to study, Chad would always tag along. He mainly wouldn’t study and would pester the hell out of you. He had even followed you to Snafu’s jeep, which proceeded to Snafu almost running him over. Thankfully you had convinced Chad not to press charges.

There was no denying he was a total asshole. He wore the brighetst polos, cheated on every test, and did whatever he pleased. Snafu was convinced that his parents paid his way into college. It baffled you how you’re best friend could even consider someone such as Chad a friend. His whole purpose of being alive was to annoy you. Snafu surely didn’t care for him. But you only had the class for another two months, and then you would be rid of Chad.

Two months had gone by and Chad’s advances had begun to slowly die down. He was aware that you were dating Snafu, who he deemed a man out of your league. It was true, but you loved Snafu with every part of your soul. Snafu was not your everyday boyfriend. It was like dating a man child off of his ADHD medication. He was a somewhat (but still young) man who worked in lumber, a little rough around the edge with a thick Cajun accent. You were a teacher’s pet with a kind heart and gentle presence. When your friend Eugene had set you up, you’d never thought it would work. But date after date, the two of you only grew closer. Within three months, you had moved into Snafu’s apartment since you could barely afford to live in a shitty dorm. When Snafu had offered his home to become your home, you knew you had fallen in love with him. As much as Snafu was the occasional pain in the neck, he was yours and you were his.

Also in those two months, your professor had invited you to a semester party after you had finished up exams. The university you attended was celebrating his retirement and had invited the whole school. Not wanting you to be alone, Snafu tagged along. He looked amazing that night; his wild curls tamed with copious amounts of gel, a white collared shirt, and dress shoes that were crisp. It would have been a lovely night if Snafu had simply kept his mouth shut, which he struggled with.

-----

Walking arm and arm with your Cajun boyfriend, you were literally the belle of the ball. The amount of compliments you had received on your outfit was impressive. You had to thank your friend for the simple, yet elegant outfit.

One of your classmates had stopped to compliment your outfit. After a short discussion, you and Snafu continued your way to your assigned seating. Smiling at one of your classmates, Snafu pulled you in closer to his body.

“Relax Snaf,” You smiled as you leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Whaddya talkin’ ‘bout? I’m fine. Justa’ lotta guys comin’ up ta you-I don’t blame them ‘doe. But if the-”

“Y/n!”

Snafu was cut off by your friend Hana. Best friends since birth, the two of you were inseparable. Same neighborhood, same high school, and same world-renowned university. Hana knew you better than your own parents at times. You left Snafu’s link to go give her a hug. Hana walked over and gave Snafu a pat on the back, knowing him quite well. You could tell she was a little standoffish with him since she thought he was way out of your league, but was glad to finally see you happy.

“Someone's looking dapper tonight!” Hana commented, patting Snafu’s shoulder. Snafu chuckled and nodded back, complimenting Hana’s (hideous) pink coral slacks. You saw Snafu’s confusion at how bright the pants were. Hana, even if she was your best friend, was a drastically different person from you. “Glad you brought him along, y/n. You guys look so cute together!”

Snafu stood right beside you. Feeling a firm hand on your waist, he looked over and gave you a devilish smirk. “Hana, my cher right here is ‘da real belle of the ball? They don’t even have to try-they just always look flawless.”

While being flirty, Snafu’s sweet side was starting to break through. The three of you chuckled as you gave Snafu a peck on the cheek. Cooing into his ear, “Merriell Shelton, you’re one heck of a kiss up.”

“What? I’m only speakin’ the truth.” He defended.

Hana smiled along at that, giving you a small wink. “Snafu is only speaking the truth. You guys are looking for your table?”

You nodded in response. The banquet hall was small and full of people. It was also dark which made it near impossible to find your assigned seating.

“We’re actually at the same table! Allow me to lead the way.” Hana stated. Snafu and you followed here through the crowd to the table. It mainly contained your classmates and a few of their families and friends. Everything was at peace until you saw a flash of a preppy patchwork suitjacket. It took a minute to process before it hit you and Snafu.

It was the one and only Chad.

Chad had been conversing with his friends.Upon seeing you, he let out a bostieorus laugh with his other preppy friends. Snafu felt immeidntly threatened in his presence, his hold tigenthing at your waist. He was trying to act tough but came off more as a child who’s favoruite toy was going to be taken away. As Chad stood up to come greet himself, you leaned over with your teeth gritted into a smile.

“Don’t say a damn thing. I can handle this.”

The tension between Chad and Snafu was evident. Here Chad was a young and egotistical frat boy who thousands of girls would squirm after. Here Snafu was, a bug-eyed Cajun with a heavy accent and one hell of an attitude. Chad still seemingly wasn’t over the fact that he was almost run over one time by Snafu. He even lightly joked about it, which didn’t sit well with any of you. This only caused Snafu’s burning hatred for Chad to grow even more. Chad was the gasoline and Snafu was the flame. Unfortunately, you and Snafu were placed right next to Chad and his friends. Hana was right next to you and knew that this wasn’t going to end well with the prepster and Cajun. Snafu would swing around the cheap whiskey in his cup and glare down Chad whenever he would even dare look at you. You hated the fact that Snafu was acting like this just because of Chad. The inner immature child in Snafu was beginning to show when Chad began to talk politics. It led to a passive aggressive agreement before you became the mediator before someone got a black eye.

Chad was busy talking to his goons when Snafu turned to you, a hand on your thigh. You placed your hand, squeezing it as you leaned in. “Bab-”

“I don’t like him. Prissy little bitc-”

“Merriell!” You scolded. “Langug-” Snafu smirked as he leaned in to whisper into your ear. “I ain’t a Proctologist, but I know an asshole when I see one. Do people think he’s straight? With those pink tight pants, it’s sendin’ another message.”

A snort escaped your mouth as you leaned into the Cajun’s shoulder. He did have a point though. What did people see in Chad that was so attractive?

Snafu noticed that you were amused by his humor. That devilish smirk you knew all too well was plastered on his face. “We should bust outta here, ditch the party and go back home. Watch a ninety day fiance. I like what’s on ‘da outside, but i wanna see what’s on ‘da inside…”

Snafu’s fingers crawled closer to your stomach. You bit your lip in response, your cheeks burning. It was so hard to resist him all dressed up and neat. Two could play this game.

“What the hell am I ever gonna do with you, Merriell Shelton?”

“Beats me, (Y/p) (Y/l/n).” He purred into your ear. It was definitely starting to become harder to resist him, especially when he called you by your professional name. But you had to contain yourself and watch over Snafu for another hour.

Your professor had walked over, interrupting your intimate moment. It was mostly for the better. Snafu had a chance to talk to your professor and learn more about the class you had been taking. He chatted up a storm with Snafu, who seemed integrued. Snafu wasn’t one for learning whatsoever. But anything that his partner would do was of interest. Your professor had even complimented Snafu saying that he had found a lovely partner. As he walked away, Snafu stood by and grabbed your drink to go get a refill. You attempted to get up but Snafu put a hand on your shoulder, holding you down.

“Sit down, darlin’.” He stated, saying a hard d in his creamy Cajun voice. “I’m takin’ care of my smart lil’ student.”

The next few events happened too quickly for you to process. Once Snafu had left, Chad had scooted into his seat. You could smell the vodka on his lips. He began to be his typical self, but got much more invasive of your space. You mostly ignored him as he talked about how rich his family was and his summer house on Nantucket. Hana wasn’t there, so you were stuck until Snafu came back.

Chad began to insulet your boyfriend. It started out as nothing more than a drunken rant, but things slowly came to tug at your heart. He began to make fun of his appearance, calling him “bug-eyed” and “dirty looking skin”. He made fun of his work occupation, outfit, almost anything and everything about him. It was definitely an uncomfortable situation. Where the hell was Snafu?

The breaking point was when Chad had wrapped his arm around you, asking you “What the hell do you see in that loser?”

The next events were full of discord. Snafu had come over, furious. He had yanked Chad out of his chair, yelling in his face. Chad began to cry, threatening to sue you and Snafu. He had also thrown pathetic insults at Snafu, which only made Snafu’s burning hatred brighter. Everybody had their eyes on Snafu, you, and Chad. Embarrassed, you grabbed Snafu and dragged him out of the venue. It was best for the both of you to leave before the police were called. The last words you heard before leaving were Chad’s drunken cry.

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer next day! Hope you both get evicted from your shitty little apartment! You people are so evil!”

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“You could have just ignored him!”

“Like hell! He had yah’ hand ‘round you, tryin’ to s-”

“Oh for the love of god!” You cursed. “I could’ve handled that on my own. You didn’t have to yank him out of his chair!”

“I did have ‘ta! He was assaultin’ you! You’re my c-”

“Merriell, do not cher me. This is serious,” You hissed. All you wanted to do was go to bed and escape this horrible nightmare. “He could charge you for assault. Even if it was minor, you did try to run him over with your car. There’s no way you could stand a chance against that. If you had let me handle it, it wou-”

Snafu raised his voice, “Y/N! HE WAS HARRASIN’ YOU! TRIED TO PULL DOWN ‘YER PANTS! WHAT ‘DA HELL DID YOU THINK I WAS GONNA LET HIM DO? YOU JUST NEED TO FUCKIN’ LISTEN SOMETIMES!”

His sour tone definitely made your whole body go numb. When Snafu raised his voice, you knew he was mad. He was usually pissed off at the world, but it was chilling to hear him scream. His eyes widened as the gel in his hair began to wear off; his unruly curls began to show. You stepped back, feeling tears sting at your eyes. Snafu, upon seeing this, freaked out. He had been irritated the whole night. The last thing he wanted was to see you all upset. Your lip began to quiver as warm tears streamed down your cheeks. The Cajun’s face softened, walking over to apologize. He had fear all over his face. You were the person he loved the most yet at times he had no idea how to comfort you. Emotions weren’t his speciality. He grew up greedy and selfish since it was all he knew. When he had met you, Snafu had truly changed. He didn’t know how to describe it, but you had made him a better person. You gave him hope that the world wasn’t such a shitty place.

Turning around, you walk upstairs and block out everything. Your eyes are full of tears, blinding your vision. Snafu followed after you, begging for forgiveness. He was like a lost, heartbroken puppy. Instead of heading towards your shared bedroom, you decided to hide away in the bathroom. Slamming the door, you back into the wall and slowly slide down. All you wanted to do was just let your emotions loose and not have to think about absolutely anything. You just wanted to be alone with your tears and nothing more.

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The tears eventually stopped with your vision cleared. You could feel the dry makeup under your eyes. Your arms and legs felt numb as you were backed to a wall, staring into the shower. What did your professor think? It was horribly embarrassing for you. There was no way you and Snafu could win a lawsuit against Chad. He knew the power he had over the both of you. It was going to be an absolute nightmare. Hana was most likely blowing up your phone with notifications. What di-

Your thoughts went away when you heard the bathroom door open. It was the one and only Snafu who had the look of a sad puppy. He normally wasn’t this soft, but his face was ridden with guilt. You didn’t even react when he walked over and sat right next to you, his thigh right next to yours. Staring at the wall, he let out a sigh. His big blue eyes were right on you.

“Cher,” His fingers trailed onto your chin as he gently turned your head. Your face was destroyed with ruined makeup. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Guilt was all over his face. But there was no time to be whining, all he could do was attempt to make things right.

“Come on,” Snafu cooed. Grabbing your hand, he gently led you up to look in the mirror. This was the second time you saw yourself in the mirror that night. You looked like you had been hit with a tornado. The once neat outfit had been wrinkled, your neatly gelled hair wispy and falling apart, and your face covered with runny makeup. Snafu had gone through the cabinet to grab some makeup wipes. His fingers titled your head to him as he ran it gently over your face. Instead of fighting back, you let him remove the makeup from your face. He made sure to clean off every little bit from your foundation to your lipstick. As he reached your eyes, he peeled off one of your fake leashes and jumped back.

“Sacre bleu!” He cursed, throwing the eyelash into the sink. Snafu was a man who was scared by nothing, except for a fake eyelash. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a chuckle.

“ ‘Da fuck is dat thing? Fuckin’ spiderweb lookin’ bitch. Looks like it has a damn life of its own...” Snafu ranted as his words slowly turned into french. He turned over to you, biting your lip as you held back a laugh.

A smirk appeared on his face as he placed his hands on his hips, “You’d wear this shit?”

“Hana gave them to me.” You shook your head, smiling. He did have a point; they looked like spiderwebs. “I know, they're ridiculous.”

You felt Snafu’s calloused hands grab your waist and halt you on top of the bathroom counter. “Well atleast you make them look hot. Speakin’ of hot, you looked amazing tonight…” He looked down before looking right back into your eyes. “Listen, I’m sorry darlin’. Just seein’ him bother you made me livid. Ain’t no one gotta treat my cher like ‘dat. Especially ‘dat vineyard vines lookin’ prissy.”

You let out a sigh, leaning into his shoulder. “God, his suit was awful…”

“Fuckin’ blindin’. Like, pick a struggle with ‘dat middle part and layerin polo shit…”

A snort escaped your mouth. Snafu wasn’t wrong; Chad looked even worse than he usually did. It was always bright, blinding colors matched with even brighter, more hideous clothes. Snafu’s hand gently caressed your hair as you leaned onto him.

“By the way…” You cooed into his ear, “I’m not condoning what you did, but hearin’ you rip Chad to pieces was kinda hot...”

“Want me ta’ do it again? I’d love to see his little face all scrunched uppa’ ‘gain.”

“God no,” Shaking your head, your hands fiddled with his unruly curls. “If you do, i’m gonna take away all your cigarettes. We can’t handle the lawsuit that’s coming.”

“Y/n, hate to break it ‘ta yah, but I’m not a rule follower. Can I atleast run him over with ‘ma car? Or steal his trump sign?”

“Snafu Shelton, what the hell am I going to do with you?”

Snafu wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. He held on tight, like a child holding a teddy bear. “Stay with me. Right here, right now.”

You smiled into his shoulder as the two of you were wrapped in each other's arms. Snafu was certainly a handful, but you loved him more than anything in the world. He was truly willing to do anything to protect your honor and make you happy. That was a true man, not a boy.

“Ok, your chokin’ me Snaf.” You stated. Moving his arms, Snafu looks at your eyes as you rubbed them. “What time is it?”

“Ten? Darcey and Stacey are on.” He said, grabbing your hand as he led you out of the bathroom into your bedroom. “We can poppa’ few beers and order from Shanghai.”

An relieved sigh escaped from your mouth. Alcohol and chinese food were the perfect cure to a horrible night. “Thank freakin’ god. Anythin’ to forget this god awful night.”

You walked away to throw on your sweatpants and one of Snafu’s flannels on. Suddenly, his hand grabbed yours as he pulled you back to whisper into your ear. “Can’t wait ta’ see you outta’ dat pretty lil’ number ‘ya got on.”

An over exaggerated gasp escaped your mouth as you playfully (gently) slapped his face. A snarky laugh escaped his mouth. You rolled your eyes as you walked over to change. “Keep it in ‘ya pants, soldier.”

“Sorry. Whenever I see yah, I lose control darlin’.” Snafu smirked devilishly. “Can’t help it that you're smart n’ sweet. Just like candy.”

“Seriously, what the hell am I going to do with you?” You repeat yourself as you finish changing. It baffled you how you could handle Snafu. He was a manchild at times.

The Cajun grabbed your waist and began to tickle you. You fought back as you held back your giggles. Carrying you to the bed, he laid you down as the two of you held each other. His hand drew careless figures into your back as you nestled your face into his neck. He placed a kiss into your face, gently sighing into it.

“I love you, y/n.”

“Love you too, you dirty bastard.”

[hotpinkhoshi]

the pact (2)

pairing: jinyoung x reader

genre: romance, smut, a lil angst

warnings: sexual content, cursing, alcohol, cliche fwb to lovers, fuckboy!jb

word count: 7.4k

summary: you desperately need to get over your decade-long crush on lim jaebeom, and your close friend jinyoung needs to get over his ex—so the two of you make an arrangement: just sex, no feelings. what could go wrong?

a/n: first of all, thank you all so so so much for the love for the first part! i was so nervous posting and it completely blew my mind to get such a good response. this part is a bit longer and the smut is a bit more ... smutty lolol so just be aware of that. again please let me know your thoughts/feels it absolutely makes my day :) enjoy! 

(part one here)

The rest of the weekend went quickly, considering you ended up sleeping until nearly twelve o’clock Saturday afternoon. 

You honestly thought the night before had been a dream, until you’d tripped on the box of condoms laying on the floor on your way to the bathroom to pee. Vaguely, you remembered Jinyoung tossing them there just before…

Groaning, you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Surely, you’d made a mistake. A big one—risking one of your longest friendships just for one night of blissful ignorance. This was not something you would normally do.  

While you weren’t nearly as calculated and cautious as Jinyoung, you usually knew better than to make hasty decisions, especially ones that could cost you your relationship with your loved ones. 

Filled with guilt and regret low in your stomach, you trudged back into your bedroom to check your phone. There were more than a few drunken snaps from the boys that had gone out last night, including one of Jackson drinking some concoction from a wine glass that made you shudder.

No texts, though. Honestly, you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. You’d half expected Jinyoung to text you as soon as he got home, telling you he’d made a terrible mistake and that he’d rather not talk to you ever again.

However, it felt strange that he hadn’t messaged you at all, for a reason you couldn’t quite put your finger on. This had been what you’d wanted, right? Just two friends helping each other out, no extra strings involved. And Jinyoung had never been the type to text more than necessary.

This thought relieved some of your worries, enough that you could put your phone down and venture out to get some food in your stomach. You weren’t hungover, necessarily, but you felt the effects of staying up too late and to be frank, you were sore. 

If Sana had any idea what had gone on last night after she retired to bed, she kept it hidden well. She was sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling through her phone and eating lunch. 

“Good morning,” you muttered, praying the tee you’d chosen had a high enough neck to keep your marks from Jinyoung hidden. The last thing you needed was for Sana to see a hickey that you most definitely did not have the last time she’d seen you.

“Do you mean good afternoon? What time did you get to bed last night, anyway?” Sana asked, spoon of soup halfway to her lips. 

You turned to the cupboard and pretended to mull over which mug you wanted to use for coffee. “Um, maybe... two? Not more than an hour after you went to bed...” 

“Hm,” she replied, and you held your breath waiting to see if she would say anything else to indicate she knew something had happened. “Oh my god, look at this video of a corgi my cousin tagged me in.”

Your entire body relaxed as you turned back to your roommate to watch the video on her phone. Maybe you had gotten away with it after all. 

~~~

The rest of the weekend, you found yourself back at work even though you weren’t scheduled to be there. There was always work to do, and it kept your mind busy to focus on something besides your reckless decisions. 

By Sunday evening, you’d outlined an entire business plan to get your sales back up before the summer hit, reorganized the entire cookbook section, and laid out next month’s employee schedule. 

Yugyeom made your life a little easier by staying until close, placing sale stickers on old paperbacks that you’d been trying to sell for months. He’d talked your ear off about Friday night, filling in all the details that you never asked for. 

“I’m not kidding, noona, this guy was two seconds from sucker punching Jackson just because he accidentally made out with his fiance. But she wasn’t wearing an engagement ring! I checked!” 

This was part of the reason you never went out with the guys when they hit the clubs. It was always fun until inevitably one of them caused utter chaos that you found yourself involved in every time, if only to try and diffuse the situation. 

You were becoming too old for the nightlife scene, you figured. 

“That’s crazy.” 

“I know!” Yugyeom placed his next sticker harshly, almost knocking over the entire pile. “But apparently, there is a God, because at that moment, a bachelor party came through the crowd and we lost them.”

You were about to mutter another ‘wow’ or ‘that’s crazy’ when the front door jingled. Just as you were about to tell the customer you closed in a few minutes, your words died in your throat. It wasn’t just any customer, it was Jinyoung. 

For a moment, you forgot that you’d just seen him naked two days ago. He was just Jinyoung, your oldest friend. 

“Jinyoung!” you exclaimed, setting down your clipboard. 

He offered you a smile, running his fingers through his hair before shoving his hands in his pockets. “Hey. Sorry, I know you guys close soon. I just wanted to see if you’d gotten a particular book in.” 

Nodding, you came out from behind the counter once he told you the title, leading him to the row of shelves where you kept the new releases. You shouted back for Yugyeom to lock the front door and clock out a while, since this wasn’t the first time you’d let Jinyoung in the store past closing time. 

“Ah, right here,” you said, pulling the book from the shelf and placing it in Jinyoung’s hands. 

It wasn’t until you made eye contact with him, his shoulder close enough to brush against yours, that you had a flashback to the other night. His head between your thighs, your fingers laced into his hair. 

You looked down abruptly, tucking your hands into the pockets of your cardigan. “Anything else I can help you find?” 

Jinyoung didn’t answer at first, just rubbed the back of his neck and exhaled slowly. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you. About Friday.” He lowered his voice, leaning close enough you could smell his cologne. 

You swallowed. “Okay.” 

“I wanted to apologize,” he said, taking you by surprise. 

“For what?”

Jinyoung sighed, chewing his lip with his teeth for a moment. “I was worried that I took advantage of you. You were drinking, you were upset, and maybe you didn’t exactly have a clear head.” 

Somehow, his response was a relief. You’d been expecting him to have regrets for completely different reasons than just his conscience. 

“I wasn’t drunk,” you told him, shaking your head. “I was basically sober. And yeah, I was upset, but... I don’t regret it. I think I needed it.” 

Jinyoung looked relieved as well. His shoulders visibly relaxed and he raised his brows. “Me too, actually. It’s hard to explain, but--”  

“I get it,” you said, because you were sure you did, without him saying the words. “It reminded you Yeri isn’t the only girl in the world that could want you?” 

Jinyoung nodded. “Same for you?” 

“Yeah. Except I know Jaebeom doesn’t want me, not the way I want him to. I just needed to see that someone else could. Plus, it was a nice distraction, right?” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Exactly,” he chuckled. “A really nice distraction.” 

Again, you were reminded of the way it felt to have his skin against yours and the weight of his body on you. The way his teeth grazed your neck. It was hard to forget, considering you’d had to layer up concealer over the purple marks that just barely peeked over the collar of your shirt. 

There was an air of awkwardness between the two of you, but that was to be expected, you figured. It didn’t make you regret that night or want to do it again any less. 

“Well, what are friends for, right?” you joked, and Jinyoung let out a lighthearted laugh. Your stomach flipped ever so slightly that you could make him laugh like that, for some reason. You’d never cared before. 

“Right,” he agreed. “Also, finding incredible books.” He held up the one in his hand, which served as a reminder that Yugyeom was still in the store somewhere, and he had a way of popping up places you didn’t expect him to be.

“Here, let me get you checked out and you can head home.” 

You led Jinyoung back to the register, already feeling so much better about the whole situation. You hadn’t lost him forever, which was truly what you’d been worried about. 

But you realized that was a silly notion. You’d both wanted it, and frankly, you’d both needed it. 

After ringing up Jinyoung’s book, you walked him out of the store to bid him goodbye, letting him know to text you to let you know how the book was. Just like you normally would. 

~~~

It wasn’t until Wednesday night that you found yourself contemplating texting Jinyoung. To be specific, texting Jinyoung for sex. It still sounded absolutely ridiculous in your head, but it was the truth. 

You’d spoken a few times, no more than usual, mostly about his new read and other random things that came up. It appeared that your friendship would continue as normal. 

Then Jaebeom had texted you. In the middle of the week, during your lunchtime, a simple ‘hey :)’ that had you gawking at your phone and almost choking on your chicken salad. 

Since you weren’t an idiot and you were committed to truly moving on from your infatuation, you ignored it. But you couldn’t help thinking about it for the rest of the day, even after you arrived home. 

You needed a distraction, and you needed it bad. 

you: hey you: are you home from work?

Jinyoung: Yeah, why?

you: ...can I come over?

Jinyoung: Of course.

Even though he texted like a robot, you knew he would have said no if he really didn’t want you coming over. You prayed he understood the implications of your visit, that you weren’t just coming over to discuss the weather. 

Jinyoung lived close enough that you were at his apartment within half an hour, a modest but definite upgrade from your tiny two bedroom. 

Somehow, you pushed your nerves down by the time Jinyoung answered the door, dressed in a simple black long sleeved tee and his work khakis. You now appreciated him in this outfit in a way you wouldn’t have a week ago. 

“Hey,” he said, inviting you inside. “I was just finishing up a quick dinner. Are you hungry?”

“Mm,” you replied, inhaling the scent of frying veggies and garlic. “Actually, yeah. What did you make?” 

“Just some stir fry and ramen, nothing special,” he told you, leading you into the kitchen with a hand at the small of your back. It sent tingles up your spine, and something told you it was intentional on his part. 

Once he sat you down at the kitchen island on one of the stools there, you watched as he made the finishing touches to the pan he had warming on the stove. 

You hadn’t been to his place in a while, but it looked like nothing had changed. It was clean, even the kitchen, despite the fact that he’d been making dinner. When you made dinner, it looked like a tornado hit the kitchen. 

There weren’t many personal touches in his space, but enough for you to recognize it as Jinyoung’s. A photo of himself and his parents on the fridge, an old record player set up in the corner, and bookshelf stuffed full with novels in the living room. The open floor plan made his apartment appear much bigger than it was, in reality, but you preferred it over your cluttered space. 

“Here, try this,” Jinyoung said, holding a wooden spoon in front of your lips. You obeyed, letting him feed you the broth. 

It was delicious. You’d never eaten anything he’d prepared as far as you could remember, but you were thoroughly impressed so far. 

“Mm, I had no idea you were such a great cook.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head and walking back over to finish up the food. “I’m not. I just know how to follow a recipe, that’s all.” 

“Yeah, so do I, but somehow it always ends up terrible.” 

“That’s because you’re actually awful at following a recipe,” he said as he turned back to you, a bowl of ramen in one hand and a plate of stir fry in the other. 

You gasped, offended. “I am not!” 

Jinyoung raised a brow. “Remember that cooking class we had to take in high school? You messed up banana bread. There are like, four ingredients in banana bread.” 

“Well, the recipe was wrong.” You pressed your lips together defiantly. “It didn’t taste that bad, anyway.” 

Jinyoung set your meal down in front of you, then leaned his elbows on the counter and stared at you. “Are you sure about that?”

You pouted. You vaguely remembered your teacher immediately coughing and grabbing for a napkin to spit your banana bread out into. Jinyoung, at the time, hadn’t even laughed at you even while everyone else did. He just came over to your station while everyone else was cleaning up, going over the recipe with you to find where you’d gone wrong. 

“Well, I’ve gotten better since then. Maybe.” 

Jinyoung chuckled, turning away from you once more to grab his own plates. “I believe you, though you might have to prove it to me sometime.” 

“I will,” you told him firmly. “But it definitely won’t smell or taste as good as this.” 

And it did taste good, once you took your first bite. Better than good. It’d been a long time since you’d had a warm, home cooked meal. You’d been lazy these days, heating up instant meals or ordering takeout. This was a welcome change. 

While the two of you ate, you mostly talked about your days at work. Nothing in particular, but the conversation flowed the way it did between two friends that had known each other as long as you’d known Jinyoung. Even the silence while you ate was comfortable. 

After you both finished with your meal, you stood and insisted on gathering up the dishes. If you couldn’t cook him a decent meal to return the favor, you’d at least help clean up. 

You stacked the plates, dumping the bits of food left over into the trash and rinsing off the plates. When you turned back around from the dishwasher, you found Jinyoung much closer to you than he had been a minute ago. 

“You really don’t have to do that,” he told you, crowding you against the sink. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of you, boxing you in. “But thank you.” 

You shivered, looking up at him and nodding meekly. “You’re welcome.” Your voice came out much quieter than intended. 

“Now,” he said, moving even closer until you felt his hips pressing into yours. “How about dessert?” 

It would have sounded cheesy coming from anyone else, but from him, it sent a wave of heat through your body. After all, this was what you came for. 

When Jinyoung finally leaned in to press his lips into yours, you relaxed, sliding your hands up his torso until they rested on his chest. Though neither of you had any alcohol in your system, you felt more at ease than you had the other night. 

You knew he wanted you, and you both knew your intentions. There was no reason to worry. As a bonus, you could freely move about his apartment without trying to be quiet. 

Jinyoung kissed you as if he’d been thinking of this all day, like he’d been waiting to feel your lips against his and your tongue dipping into the wetness of his mouth. It’d been so long since anyone kissed you the way Jinyoung did. 

Though you’d been intoxicated beyond coherence, you had committed your one kiss with Jaebeom to memory at this point. He’d kissed you lazily—like he knew you weren’t going anywhere, like it could have been anyone and it wouldn’t have made a difference. 

Jinyoung was receptive when he kissed, as if gauging your reactions to each of his movements and using the knowledge to make your knees weak. Each lick, kiss, and bite was perfectly calculated to prepare you for the pleasure he would bring you later. 

For a while, you simply just kissed. His hands traveled from the counter to your hips, sliding them upwards until they were on your skin underneath of your simple white shirt. This could have been enough for you, honestly. The way he melted his lips into yours was warming your entire body, just aching to be closer to him in whatever way you could. 

When you pulled away, it was only to drag Jinyoung’s sweater up off of his torso and drop it to the floor. It still surprised you to see how fit he was, even more so in much better lighting this time—despite having just eaten a full meal. How had he been hiding this from you for so long? 

You wanted to give his physique the proper attention it deserved, so you ran your fingertips down his solid chest, until they grazed over the ridges of his abs. You licked your lips, imagining what it would be like to run your tongue over the skin there. 

He had just the lightest happy trail leading you right to the button on his khakis. Your eyes traveled back up his body until you locked eyes with him, where you found him staring at you hungrily. 

“Jinyoung… can I…?” You started, popping open the button with your index finger. 

His eyes widened ever so slightly once he realized what you meant. “Yes. God, yes.” 

So you dropped to your knees right on the kitchen floor, tipping your chin up to maintain eye contact. “I kept thinking about this, you know.” You willed yourself not to blush and betray your nerves. 

“Yeah?” he asked, running his teeth over his bottom lip. “What else have you thought about?”

You slid the zipper of his khakis down, revealing the plain black boxer briefs underneath. The fabric strained, fighting a losing battle with the bulge it was trying to contain. “The way you fit inside me—god, it felt perfect, Jinyoung.” 

You teased the waistband with your fingers, your eyes traveling up his body once more until you could look up at him, blinking innocently. “I kept wondering how you’d taste. If you’d feel just as perfect like this.” 

For the most part, Jinyoung kept his composure, but you knew him well enough to see beyond the steeled expression on his face. How his jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the countertop in front of him. The barely detectable hitch in his breath.

“Go ahead and find out.” 

You sat back on your heels, your hand dipping inside his waistband to grip his erection. You were grateful for the lighting of the kitchen, allowing you to see up close just how flawless he was, from head to toe. 

Jinyoung inhaled sharply as you freed his cock from inside of his khakis, your fingers wrapping around the middle of his shaft. You realized just how much you’d missed out on the other night.

Your eyes stayed on him as you leaned forward, sticking your tongue out flat as you ran it up the underside of the shaft. Though he didn’t make a noise, you caught the way his eyelashes fluttered and his gaze darkened. 

You placed a wet kiss at the tip of his cock before you began to take him into your mouth. Slowly. You wanted him to feel every inch of your mouth as it surrounded him, desperate to break his steady demeanor. 

One of his hands released its grip from the countertop, coming to the side of your face to brush your hair away, his thumb stroking your cheek. “So,” he said, “how does it feel, angel? Good?”

You batted your eyelashes up at him, your mouth still wrapped around his shaft. You weren’t quite ready to pull away, so you just nodded your head, careful not to let any bit of his cock slip out. 

The way Jinyoung smirked back down at you sent warmth straight between your thighs, causing you to squeeze your knees together from where you sat on the cold kitchen floor. 

Giving head had never been your favorite. You didn’t hate it, but something about it made you feel awkward and sometimes uncomfortable. It caused you a pinch of anxiety, worrying that you’d do something wrong or embarrassing like choke or accidentally bite down. 

However, you were loving this. You really had fantasized about it all week, though you weren’t sure why, considering you never had before. Something about having this power over Jinyoung, even as he stared down at you with such a domineering gaze, turned you on beyond words. You were hungry for it for the first time. 

Jinyoung slipped his fingers through your hair, gripping onto the strands to gently guide your mouth off of him, then pushed with the lightest pressure so you’d take him in again. You let your eyes fall closed, your hands traveling up his thighs to give yourself something to hold onto. 

You let him set the pace with his hand at the back of your head. He was gentle with you, but you knew he was holding back. He’d looked the same the other night. His brow twitched, and his lips pressed firmly together. 

“You’re doing so well,” he told you, his other hand coming to join the other at the back of your head, stroking your hair softly. 

Encouraged by his praise, you attempted to take just one extra inch inside your mouth on your next downstroke. You squeezed your eyes shut as the head hit the back of your throat, making you cough around his cock but you didn’t give up. 

“Oh, fuck,” Jinyoung whispered, just as he slipped past the resistance of your gag reflex and you dug your nails into the fabric of his pants.

When you opened your eyes to look up at him, you were pleased to see you had definitely had an effect on him. His head was thrown back, his face screwed up in pleasure. 

You continued. Working hard to train your throat to take more and more of him inside, even though your jaw ached and your throat was becoming sore. It was worth it for the quiet moans and groans you were pulling out of Jinyoung. 

“Oh, oh shit—“ Jinyoung said suddenly after a few more minutes, his hands tugging harshly on your hair to pull your mouth off of him. You winced at the sudden sharp pain at your scalp. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I just. You need to stop.”

You’d gotten lost in the act, only focused on one thing, you hadn’t realized just how hard he’d become. As curious as you were to see what it would feel like, what he’d look like coming into your mouth, you needed him inside of you.

Standing from the kitchen floor, you wiped at your mouth and chin with your sleeve. You didn’t realize how messy you’d gotten.

Jinyoung didn’t waste much time. Your shirt was off in seconds, joining his sweater somewhere on the floor. His eyes caught sight of your marks, almost entirely faded but still visible. 

He ran the tip of his index finger down the side of your neck and along your collarbone, making you shiver. “Did anyone see these?” he asked, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. 

You shook your head. “No, I kept them covered. I had to use makeup the first couple of days, though.” 

You’d been paranoid all week, making sure the collar of your shirts covered all of the hickies Jinyoung had left on your skin. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal if you didn’t live with Sana—if she had seen, she would have had  too many questions and you were an awful liar. You would have broken in moments and told her everything. 

Jinyoung hummed, slipping his fingers back to the nape of your neck. “I guess this time I’ll have to mark you where no one can see them but me.” 

He pulled you in for a kiss, his other hand sliding down to your lower back so he could bring your bodies flush together. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his hardness pressed between you. 

Jinyoung’s hand slid around to the front of you, undoing your jeans with one hand while the other stayed buried in your hair. You helped him out, pushing your jeans down your hips and kicking them off once they’d gotten down to your shins. 

He parted from your lips after a moment and took his hands off of you, stepping back to take in your half naked frame. Your cheeks felt hot under his stare. He looked at you with such a lustful, predatory gaze that was totally new to you. Your skin tingled, just wanting to feel his touch once more. 

“You wanna know what I thought about these last few days?” He asked, running his tongue over his bottom lip, pink and slightly swollen from your kisses. 

All you could do was nod, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“All the sounds I could get you to make. I bet you sound incredible when you just let go, and especially when you come.” Jinyoung took one step towards you, trailing a fingertip down the front of your throat, down between the valley of your breasts. “Let’s see how loud you can be, hm?” 

You knew, deep in your soul, that Jinyoung could easily get you screaming and writhing underneath of him. It was as if the other night had just been a fraction of the pleasure he could give you. After all, you’d been forced to stay quiet and you’d been so nervous. But he had an air about him, a confidence that suggested he knew what he was doing, and exactly how to unravel you. 

When Jinyoung stepped forward again, this time he was grabbing you around the backs of your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around him. He carried you the short distance over to the couch, setting you down so you perched on the back edge. 

“Remember what I promised?” 

How could you forget? The image he’d painted into your mind while he was thrusting inside of you, of your body bent over the back of his couch, letting the entire world hear just how good he could make you feel. It had replayed in your mind countless times since then.

“Yes,” you answered, hands gripping onto the fabric of the couch on either side of you. 

“Spread your legs,” he told you, then kneeled down in front of you. You obeyed. You could feel his eyes raking over you once more, which never affected you any less. Had he ever looked at you like this before? It was taking the breath right from your chest. “Take that off.” 

As he nodded to your top half, you reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra before letting it fall away. You would have done whatever he asked right now, no question. All you could see in your haze of desire was Jinyoung. You shivered and noticed his window was open, letting a light breeze drift across your half naked frame. 

God, he really did want all of his neighbors to hear you. 

Just as he did last time, he started slow. He propped one of your legs up on his shoulder, turning his head to place gentle kisses on your inner thighs. His hands kept your legs spread to his liking, giving him ample room where he knelt. 

If anything, he was teasing you more this time around. Maybe because it was just you and him, no time constraints, no reason to keep your pleasure to yourselves. You were screwed, if your first experience with him was just a warm up. 

You tipped your head back and closed your eyes, basking in the gentle ministrations of his mouth. He hadn’t even gotten to your heat yet, just nuzzling your thighs and leaving wet kisses on your skin. Every now and then, he stopped to suck at your skin, undoubtedly leaving a hickey in his wake. 

When you felt his teeth sink into your thigh, you gasped, lowering your chin to look down at him. He raised a brow to check that you were okay, you nodded eagerly. Though most probably wouldn’t expect it from you, you absolutely loved when men were a bit more rough with you. Nothing too crazy, but you craved the delicate balance between pain and pleasure. 

Jinyoung finally led his kisses upwards, closer and closer to your core. When his lips met the edge of your panties, he pulled back to remove them, sliding the lace down your legs until they dropped off your ankle. 

His burning gaze scanned over you once more, full of hunger, before he finally leaned in and got to work. The moment his tongue touched your clit, your mouth fell open and your nails dug into the upholstery you were keeping balance on. 

Even just the slightest kitten licks he started with had your hips twitching up towards his face, causing his hands to come around your waist, holding you in place. You had thought of him all week, just like this, more times than you would admit to him or yourself. He’d worked magic with his tongue, and you’d been desperate to feel it again. 

At a perfectly angled flick of his tongue, you moaned out his name instinctively, which just encouraged him even more. He was pulling out all the stops, you figured, determined to have you noisy as could be. 

“Fuck, right there,” you moaned, your hand reaching for the back of his head. 

Jinyoung scooted closer, grabbing both of your thighs to hook them over his shoulders, while his tongue drifted down to your center to taste you there. He hummed as soon as your wetness hit his tongue, the vibrations going straight to your clit. He really wanted to drive you crazy. 

He pulled back just enough to circle his index and middle fingers around your entrance, coating them with your arousal before they pushed inside. You whimpered, your walls clamping on his digits. 

“Tell me how it feels,” he told you, his voice deep and laced with want.

Your eyes opened and you lifted your head, tilting your face down to watch him. “So—fuck, so good,” you started, biting hard onto your lower lip as you watched him twist his fingers inside of you. “I thought about this so many times,” you admitted. 

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning in to suck at your clit for a long moment just because he could. Your hips lifted as he pulled away, whining when the sensation of his mouth left you. “Did you touch yourself?”

Your throat went dry as you stared down at him, cheeks going red as you thought back to the other night in bed. You’d tossed and turned, debating with yourself. It seemed to cross a line, somehow, to touch yourself while thinking of him. But you’d lost the battle, eventually shoving your hands into your sweatpants and rubbing yourself to your peak. 

“Yes,” you answered, swallowing. “I had to. I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” 

Jinyoung had the nerve to smirk, his fingers still working in and out of you. “Dirty girl,” he teased, his voice condescending in a way that sent a tingle straight to your core. “Did you come?” 

You could only nod, unable to form words with the way he was fucking his fingers into you. He looked awfully pleased with your answer, and you couldn’t believe how hot it was. He’d always been cocky, but you had no idea it would turn you on so much. 

Just as you expected him to continue eating you out, he stood from between your legs, his fingers sliding out of you. He silenced your protesting with his lips on yours, kissing you hard enough to take your breath away. 

As he pulled away, he grabbed your hips and forced you to stand. “You want to see what I’ve been thinking about all week?” He turned you around, sliding his arms tenderly around your waist and placing a kiss to your shoulder. “Bend over, angel. And don’t move.” 

His touch left you then as he walked away. You stood there, bent over the couch with your arms folded in front of you for what felt like an hour but in reality, was probably less than a minute. You’d never felt so exposed, quite literally, even though you’d made sure that his curtains were closed and you weren’t giving any of his neighbors a free show.

When Jinyoung returned, you heard the clinking of his pants and underwear being shoved to the floor, then the foil of the condom wrapper. You waited, obedient as ever, while Jinyoung rolled the condom onto himself. It felt like your heart was about to pound right out of your chest in anticipation.

“Ready?” he asked, sliding his hand down from your shoulder blades to your lower back. 

“Mm,” you responded, arching your back. 

As he sank into you, you both let out sighs of pleasure. You felt like you’d memorized how he had felt inside of you before, but this was entirely new. The way his hips aligned with yours was heavenly, his cock angling inside of you just right. 

“Oh. Oh my God,” you moaned, your hands grasping onto the couch. “Don’t move for a sec, okay?” 

He listened, caressing your back with his hands and rubbing circles into your skin. “You okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah, you’re just—big,” you said, blushing and glancing back at him.

He managed not to smirk at you this time, but you knew he wanted to. Every guy liked to hear his dick was big, you were almost positive of that. As your walls stretched to accommodate him, you nodded at him, signaling for him to continue. 

Jinyoung set a slow but deep pace inside of you and it had you moaning every time he bottomed out. He was muttering words of praise, mostly inaudible, but you could barely focus on anything besides the way he was pushing into your g-spot. 

You made up for his silence. Moaning his name, louder and louder as he picked up his pace. Your head dipped forward to rest against your arm, one hand covering your mouth to silence a particularly loud cry. 

Before you even realized what was happening, Jinyoung tore your hand away from your mouth. “I don’t think so,” he told you. He reached around you, relentless with his thrusts, and grabbed both of your hands. He pulled both of your arms behind you until he had your wrists linked behind your back, clasped underneath of his palm.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, I can’t—“ you whined, pressing your forehead into the cushion. 

“You can,” he responded. “I told you, I want you loud. Tell me what you need.”

“You’re—” you started, letting out a strangled moan, “so good. Fuck me harder, please. Please.” 

His hips snapped against you in a forceful thrust, pushing you forward into the couch, but you loved it. The noises he had you making were louder and dirtier than anything that had ever come out of your mouth with previous partners. You were still getting used to the fact that Jinyoung could get you to this place, so needy and desperate.

Jinyoung’s pace inside of you got faster, and you drowned out the sounds of his skin hitting yours with your moans, the volume reaching new heights when he reached around with his free hand to rub your clit. 

“Are you close?” he asked, leaning forward to kiss your shoulder. “You’re so tight. Jesus.” 

You nodded. “I-I’m so close, Jinyoung. Please, please, don’t stop.” 

For once, Jinyoung was the obedient one, driving into you at a consistently breathtaking pace. All you could think about was the way he felt inside of you and his two fingers drawing patterns on your clit. 

“Come on, baby,” he whispered near your ear, “Be a good girl for me.” 

That was all it took. Somewhere, in the back of your head, you knew you were too loud. It was the middle of the evening, there was no way there wouldn’t be a noise complaint called into his landlord. But you couldn’t help it. 

The heat in your belly spread to flames, engulfing your entire body as you came, hard, around him. He practically had you sobbing, your hands pinned behind your back giving you absolutely nothing to hold onto. You were completely at his mercy. 

Jinyoung at least let you rest for a moment, slowing his movements inside of you. He dropped your hands and you slumped over the couch, your thighs still twitching with the aftershocks. 

“Come here,” he said, gently pulling you up to a full standing position and turning you around, his cock slipping out of you. Just that was enough to make you whimper, too oversensitive from your orgasm. 

He lifted you up again, carrying you around to the other side of the couch. Laying you down, he climbed on top of you. You were finally coherent enough to wrap your arms around him, pulling him down for a kiss. 

As great as your previous position had been, you had missed seeing his face, which was unexpected but you decided to push that feeling down. 

When he pulled away, you locked eyes with him and nodded, silently signaling for him to continue. You wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to reach euphoria just as you had, though it’d be a much quieter experience. 

You exhaled when he slipped back inside of you, your walls still wet and eager for him, if not more so now. He kept eye contact with you as if he knew that’s what you had been missing before. His gaze was so intense it had you pulsing between your legs all over again. 

This time, his pace wasn’t as quick or forceful, but he was still reaching spots inside of you that made you shiver. One hand came up to the side of your face, stroking his thumb over your cheek gently, contrasting with the way he was pushing inside of you. 

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your fingers into the skin of his shoulder blades. He groaned and leaned his forehead against yours, thrusting into you deep. 

“Right there,” you told him, resisting every urge to squeeze your eyes shut. You wouldn’t come again, you were too worn out, but you knew he was capable of taking you there, if he had a little less mercy.

Jinyoung’s thrusts got faster, a bit less controlled, hinting that he wouldn’t last much longer. “Fuck, Y/N,” he panted. He dropped his head down, kissing down your jaw to your throat. “Gonna come soon.”

“Please,” you breathed, mustering the strength to roll your hips up to meet his next thrust. “I want it, Jinyoung, please.”

With a few more thrusts, he suddenly slowed to a stop, his entire body stiffening as he came. His teeth scraped against your skin, hard enough to nearly break skin. The sound he made was one you wanted to remember forever.

Jinyoung stilled inside of you after a moment, pressing his lips into your skin one final time before he pulled away. “Are you okay?” he asked, not because he was worried but just because he cared. 

“Mhm,” you answered. “Legs are jelly still, though.” 

He chuckled lowly and sat up, sliding out of you. “Should I apologize or say you’re welcome?” 

You slapped playfully at his chest and sat up as well. “Loser. Get me a towel, please?” 

~~~

Once you’d gotten cleaned up and your clothes back on, you and Jinyoung sat on the couch, Netflix playing some true crime documentary you’d both seen the first episode of before and never continued. Neither of you were one to binge TV. Books, however, were a different story. 

The way you were curled up on the couch could have appeared rather romantic, but it was mostly because your legs were already sore from bending over the back of the couch. Or so you told yourself. 

You leaned into Jinyoung’s side, his arm thrown over the cushion beside you. The evening was still young, and you’d both figured there was no need for you to leave so soon. Besides, it made the whole situation feel cheap if you left within five minutes of having an orgasm. 

“Have you ever wondered how many serial killers you’ve sold books to?” Jinyoung asked, breaking the silence. 

You stared at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “No. But now I will, asshole.” He grinned, running his fingertips up and down the curve of your shoulder. “Oh, God. Probably so many.” 

“You know that guy with the big cowboy belt? The one that’s always buying the sleazy novels?”

“Oh, definitely,” you answered, turning your head into his chest and giggling. “He always puts them face down as if I don’t know what I’m ringing up.” 

“If you disappear, I’ll be sure to let the police know to add him to the suspect list.” 

You huffed. “Thanks, Jinyoung.” 

“Anytime.” He gave you a shit eating grin, squeezing your shoulder. “Hey, you going to BamBam’s birthday thing on Saturday?” 

You hummed in response. “Are you?” 

“I thought about it. Been a while since I’ve been out to a club, though. I’m afraid I’ll look like the old grumpy man in the corner.” 

The mental image had you giggling again. “I mean, you might. But yeah, I’ll be there. Need me to get you drunk to loosen you up?”

Jinyoung chuckled. “Maybe. As long as you don’t take advantage of me, try and drag me into any dark corridors...”

You feigned offense, a hand to your chest. “Would I do something like that?” 

“I don’t know,” he stared down at you, “would you?” 

You narrowed your eyes. “Never. I’m a lady.” 

Jinyoung snorted. “Pretty sure the noises you were making just a bit ago were not very ladylike.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said. “I’m a respectable young woman.” 

When Jinyoung’s hand drifted down from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you closer, you stared up at him with raised eyebrows. “Do you need a reminder?” 

You swatted his hand away, wiggling away from him. “Oh my God, you’re insatiable. I’m still sore, you freak. Give me at least a 24 hour recovery period.” 

When his hand decided to squeeze and tickle your sides, you shrieked and tried to scoot away from him but he was too quick, grasping both your hips and keeping you in place. 

“I’ll give you something, alright,” he said, grinning down at you. “You’re gonna have to work on your stamina.” 

You tried and failed to move away from him, your hands weakly slapping at his shoulders while you giggled underneath of him. “Jinyoung!”

“Hmm, now that sounds familiar.” 

“I hate you so much,” you said around your laughs, practically gasping for breath now. Jinyoung finally relented, ceasing his tickling but remaining on top of you. 

“I doubt that,” he responded, leaning down to catch your lips with his. You relaxed under him, your hands clasping his shoulders as you deepened the kiss.

When you instinctively rolled your hips up towards the growing bulge in his pants, he pulled away, a shocked look on his face. “I thought you needed 24 hours?”

You scrunched your nose at him, pinching his ear. “Shut up and take my clothes off.” 

~~~

It turned out, you didn’t quite need as much recovery time as you thought. After Jinyoung brought you over the edge twice, one time with just his fingers and another deep inside of you, you both got dressed once more. 

Reminiscent of your first night together, Jinyoung smoothed your hair back away from your face and thumbed your chin as you stood by the door. “Drive safe.” 

“I will. Thanks,” you told him again, chewing your lip. “I’ll see you Saturday?” 

“Mm. Text me if you need me before then, okay?”

You both knew what he meant. Even as you walked out of his apartment down to your car, you had a feeling you’d be begging to see him long before Saturday arrived.

[certifiedskywalker]

Dive In - Brian May

You and Brian have been dating for years now, so things are fairly serious. So serious that Brian brought you along on the U.S. tour. Despite all the boys teasing, he was happy you were with him, exploring this great big world. And you’re happy to be with him too, even when it comes to the somewhat creepy hotels the band was staying at. At least this next one has a pool!

I’ve noticed, in all the pictures I’ve seen of Queen in pools, Brian is always wearing a shirt. I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, but the fact he wasinsecure (because he is the skinniest boy, my love) makes me soft. I hope y’all enjoy my weepy heart and this lil’ ficlet.

“What’s taking so bloody long?!” Roger groaned throwing his head against the plush back of a rather dusty chair. It wasn’t unlike the other chairs at the other hotels you had stayed at while on tour with Queen. Most of the budget went to shows rather than lavish accommodations. However, despite the stuffy chairs and stiff mattresses, you were quite content.

Brian had invited you along with the band during their tour in America. So not only were you traveling in a different country and experiencing the culture shock of new surroundings, you were doing it with your love by your side. You wouldn’t have had it any other way and you hoped Brian felt the same way. It seemed that he did as his lanky arms tightened around you middle, pulling you further into his lap while you all waited in the lobby.

“Be patient, Roger,” Freddie said, his voice dripping with an undying excitement, “it’s not like you’ll be sleeping anyway.”

“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?” Roger fired back, standing now. You felt Brian let out a heavy sigh against you at his friend’s bickering. In an attempt to comfort him, you tangled your fingers with his and traced your thumb along the veins atop his hands. He let out a hum of appreciation at your touch, pressing his forehead against the top to your shoulder. Some of his curls spilled over, tickling the exposed skin of your neck.

“I mean,” Freddie drawled dramatically, “there’s a pool out in the back and we’re all going for a dip!” You felt Brian suddenly brace himself, his hands stilling and the smile you felt pressed against your back turned down. With a raised eyebrow, you took in Freddie’s expression. As always, his mirth did not waver.

“Are we now?” John asked, not once looking up from the newspaper he picked up.

“We are! Every last one of you will be in that pool before the night is up!” Roger shook his head and let out an amused chuckle now that he knew Freddie wasn’t insulting his less-than-lonely sleeping habits. “Don’t give me that,” Freddie cried, “this hotel is the first one we’ve booked that has a pool! We are going to use it.”

“We’re all a bit spent,” Brian said, lifting his head from behind you so he could talk to his ostentatious friend. “Think it’s better to get some sleep.”

“Nonsense,” Freddie dismissed with a flick of his wrist, “plus, wouldn’t you like to see your lovely Y/N in a bathing suit?” You felt a blush burn on your cheeks and Brian’s arms around you fix you a little closer to his own body. Heat radiated from your boyfriend, but you were unsure whether it was embarrassment or anger.

“I’ll swim with you, Fred,” you conceded and, looking pleased with himself, Freddie winked at Brian before turning to hound the rest of the band.“You don’t have to, love,” you whispered in Brian’s ear flirtatiously, “just wait for me to get back. We can have our own fun.”

You pulled away after placing a rather provocative kiss at the junction of his neck and jawline. When you looked into his eyes, you saw his pupils were slightly blown and his mouth parted for the intake of shallow breaths as his mind pictured what your words insinuated. Too caught up in studying his features, you barely felt his nimble fingers pinch playfully at your clothed hip. Unable to hold back, Brian nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck which sent goosebumps across your skin due to how cold his nose was.

“Christ, you’re fantastic,” he mumbled against your skin. You let out a satisfied hum and scooted gently on his lap. His grip tightened as he continued to bury his face against you.

“Here you go, boys,” the tour manager said, holding out keys. He tossed one to Roger and Fred, the third to Deaky, and the fourth to you. “Looks like our guitarist needs some rest.”

Brian mumbled something at the stab, but the tour manager had long since left the lobby when the words reached the air. Slowly, you pushed yourself up from Brian’s lap and leaned down to pick up your two bags. When you turned to your boyfriend, Brian was still sat on the couch with his darkened eyes glued to your form. His large hands were splayed out against his knobby knees as he watched you with pure, unadulterated want on his sharp features.

“C’mon, babe,” you cooed at him, “let’s head to our room.” Eagerly, Brian jumped up and grabbed his own bags before happily trailing after you.

The room itself left something to be desired. Yet, there was a buzz in the atmosphere that made you feel like this would be the best hotel stay in the entirety to the tour. That feeling most likely stemmed from the way Brian was still staring at you like you were everything and anything he had ever wanted as you unpacked. However, that loving gaze turned to the floor when you pulled out your swimsuit.

“Are you sure do you don’t want to come down to the pool? I know Fred would really enjoy it if you did,” you moved to crouch behind him as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I know I would too,” you added flirtatiously, placing your hands on the tops of his boney shoulders, you began to rub the muscles in his back. As you did, Brian seemed to be fighting his instinct to lean into you. “What’s wrong, Bri?”

“Jus’ tired is all,” he mumbled quietly. His heart was pounding against his ribcage and you could feel it reverberating through his body. You stopped your ministrations, moving your hands to his jaw. He turned his head in your grasp, his nose nearly brushing against yours.

“I can tell when you’re lying, my love,” you said, pecking his lips softly. “You know can tell me what’s bothering you.” Brian’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, debating whether to open his heart now or later. His prolonged silence was all the answer you needed. “I’ll be in the pool, you should come down if you want to.”

You pressed a light kiss to the corner of his lips before getting up from the bed. Brian watched with sorry eyes as you went to the bathroom to change into your swimsuit. When the door shut behind you, Brian laid back on the bed with a groan. His hands rested against his chest and he could feel his overly prominent sternum beneath his shirt. Gazing at his chest, he cringed taking in the sight. He looked sickly from his angle, much too skinny for his own liking.

He wasn’t as confident as Roger or as toned as Deaky and Fred; he was just skin and bones. Turning to his side, Brian watched the bathroom door and tried to imagine you with him. How could you want to touch him like you do? Why would you want to see him in the pool, shirtless? Despite his hefty college degree, he couldn’t figure you out.

Most of the time, Brian was able to suppress his self-esteem issues. Every time the doubts rose up, he would overlook them down for the sake of the band and for you.  He would do anything for you. His confidence, especially now that Queen was taking off, was at an all time low. The only time he felt like himself was when he was writing lyrics with you in his arms.

His eyes were stinging with the threat of unshed tears as he thought of all you did for him. You had been willing to uproot your whole life to travel with him and he was too scared of your rejection to take off his shirt at the pool. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him shirtless before; only, when you did, you were both preoccupied with other things. Normally it was dark too, or you were both too desperate for each other to even discard all of your clothing.

Before his thoughts could wander further, the bathroom door opened and you strode out into the hotel room. Brian leaned up on his gaunt elbows, his eyes tracing over your form. He longed to love each piece of newly exposed skin left uncovered by your favorite swimsuit. God, maybe the pool wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Like what you see?” You asked teasingly, grabbing a beach towel from your bag. Brian gave you a close lipped smile, his dark eyes still busy taking you in.

“Always.” His voice was hoarse when he spoke, heavy with the fear he had been holding onto for so long. You grinned at his words, sauntering towards his spot on the bed. Leaning over, you pecked his lips with your hand gently pulling at his wild mane of curls. He let out a low hum at your touch, a hand reaching out towards your thigh. His cool fingers brushed the skin, sending a small shiver through you.

“Then maybe I’ll see you poolside,” you whispered as you pulled away from his lips. A jittery sigh fell from Brian’s trembling lips. You sent him a wink before heading towards the door. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Oh! Darling, look at you! Stunning!” Freddie’s loud cheers and splashing about reached your ears before you had even laid eyes on him. Warmth spread across your cheeks and you let out a flattered giggle as you placed your towel on a table. The sun was beating down against your skin and you knew, before you even stepped foot into the water, it would feel incredible.

“Thanks, Fred,” you said, working your way under the cool surface of the pool. It felt delightful against your warmed skin. “Mary picked this one out with me.”

“It does have her flare, doesn’t it?” Freddie said fondly, his thoughts wandering back to his lovely fiance across the ocean.

“Have you called her?” You asked as you swam towards him, parting the tiny waves that came up in your path.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice sounding distant, “but I will.” He didn’t meet your gaze as he spoke, but you could see his brown eyes had lost their usual sparkle.

“You okay?” You ask him gently, resting a wet hand on his shoulder. Fred turned and your breath caught at the deep conflict in his eyes. Before you could prompt him again, there was a loud pattering of feet against pavement. A holler sounded a second later and soon you were drenched as Roger jumped into the pool.

“Wo! This is nice,” Roger said once he dragged himself to the surface. His signature blond locks were sticking up in damp spikes, making him look, somehow, even younger. Freddie let out a laugh, splashing the drummer in retaliation. His sadness, seemingly forgotten, the lead singer same to the edge of the pool where John stood mentally debating whether he should join in.

“C’mon darling, the water is fine! Don’t be a Brian!” You cringed at Freddie's jab towards your boyfriend, but you couldn’t help but agree. While you weren’t mad Brian stayed in the room, you were concerned. Normally he would be with you and band, drinking until the next show or exploring the new city. So the fact he was cooped up in the room was odd.

“Give me a moment,” John said, walking to place his towel next to where you had left yours. Slowly, the bassist wadded into the water, as if he were scared it would swallow him whole. Noticing John’s trepidation, Roger splashed him. Deaky yelped and started splashing the drummer as well. You heard Freddie cackle as you swam to other end of the pool. As you watched the three men play like children, you smiled.

In a mere few years, these boys had become your family. When you met Brian you never would have guessed that your life would have changed so much. He had walked into your life and made it so much brighter. So it pained you that he wasn’t enjoying himself with you.

The sun started to set as you sat outside, enjoying how the colors blended together with the fading light. Roger, John, and Freddie had been asked to take some pictures for the tour book, prompting you to leave the pool while they were taken. Once the photo shoot had finished, John retired for the evening and bid you all a good night.

“Y/N, come back in,” Freddie whined, “don’t be dull.”

“I’m not dull,” you shot back, “I’m just a little cold.”

“Then maybe I should warm you up.” Startled, you turned to look behind you. Your eyes landed on Brian, clad in a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of shorts you didn’t recognize. His skinny legs were out on full display, warming your heart at his sudden confidence. A shy smile played on his pale lips and you returned it seven-fold.

“Maybe you should,” you said lowly, batting your eye lashes as you patted the spot next to you. Filled with a new sense of bravery, Brian set himself down beside you. You immediately leaned into his warm side, his arm instinctively wrapping over your shoulders.

“You’re wet,” he observed, grinning at the slight innuendo. You pinched his side, making his entire body jolt when your fingertips tickled his ribs.

“You missed it,” Roger started, wide-eyed as a restless child, “I did the best cannon ball ever. Got Fred and Y/N soaked!” Freddie splashed the drummer for reminding him of the incident before he clambered out of the pool.

“Your lover has been moping without you,” he called to Brian as he walked away with a towel in his hands. “Thanks for ruining the fun.” Brian turned to you, his brows knitted tight with concern.

“Love, I didn’t know that-”

“It’s alright, Bri,” you said, pressing a finger to his lips. “I was just a bit worried, is all. As soon as Fred mentioned going to the pool you got all….”

“Stressed.” The word brushed against your finger before you had the chance to pull it away. You nodded in agreement before turning on the lounge chair to face him. You lifted your hands to his face, your thumbs skirting along his sharp cheekbones.

“You’re lovely, you know that right? You’re the most wonderful and gorgeous human being I’ve ever met.” You words bring a blush to Brian’s cheeks, his eyes barely hold your gaze as you continue. “I love you, Brian, and no matter what is going on in here,” you pat his head, “or in here,” you tap his chest, “I will always be here for you.”

In the matter of seconds, Brian had your back pinned to the lounge chair and resting some of his weight on top of you. His lips were moving against yours with unabashed passion, even with Roger shouting in disgust from the pool. Hands followed each curve of your body and you pulled at his shirt. Suddenly, Brian froze, sitting back on his knees.

“Brian,” you whispered, reaching up to his face but he stopped you. He stood up suddenly, fingers working beneath the hem of his shirt. With wide eyes you watched him pull his shirt up and over his mess of hair. You trailed your eyes up his lithe form, his bones sticking out at some joints making him look even thinner; but that wasn’t what caught your eye.

It was the fear written clear across his features as he gauged your reaction to his half-nude form. Brian was barely breathing as you admired his chest. He wasn’t muscled or toned, but you knew the heart that beat under his skin. That was all that mattered to you. You stood up to face him and closed the gap that lingered with your lips. Your hands trailed up his chest to his neck to pull him even closer.

“You two make me sick,” Roger mumbled as he stumbled out of the pool and back into the hotel. You and Brian were so caught up in each other that neither of you took notice of his absence. Mouths moved in sync against soft skin before you pulled away. What you could only describe as a whine escaped Brian’s throat as you pulled your lips from his.

“Come swim,” you whispered, entangling your fingers with his. Dumbfounded and absolutely love-struck, Brian could only nod in response. Smiling, you led him into the water and he was more than happy to dive in with you.

[pinkykitten]

I can be Loved

Marvel

Stephen Strange x plus size & fire power! female reader

Warnings: some curse words, violence, reader being self conscious, death, also i did not re-read this cuz i made this too dang long!

Specifics: death, sadness, romance, comedy, Avengers: Infinity War, man vs man, fire power, pictures, videos, plus size reader, race neutral reader

People: Stephen Strange, you, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Wong, Peter Parker, Ebony Maw, Black Dwarf, Peter Quill, Drax, Mantis, Thanos, Gamora (mentioned), Thor (mentioned).

Words: 4,229

Requested: By anonymously Hi doll❤️ I love your writing please keep doing what you are doing! Do you write for chubby girls or plus size cause I live for that!!!! If so could I request a plus size reader, where she is with doctor strange and many think she is all scrawny and can’t stand up for herself but she proves them wrong by fighting like a bad ass like Thanos makes fun of her and tries to degrade her but she is just too cool and she fights along side Dr. Strange so fluff and angst cause she reacts to his death

Authors Note: hi there anon! thank u so much for ur kind words. i do write for plus size beautiful woman! i luved this request and it makes me kinda sad to not see a lot of fanfics for dr. strange cuz he is such a cool character and it is the benedict cumberbatch. i went a lil bit overboard with this its just i really lived for this request also i made the reader have fire power because i wanted her to be powerful hehehe. but there is a lot to read so im srry. i loved writing this i didnt reread this so there may be mistakes but my back, fingers, legs hurt so yeah. thnx for requesting and i hope u enjoy this. remember i luv to hear ur guys thoughts. 

The world as you know it was going to change, one way or another it was going to either perish or fight.

You all looked outside. The wind was strong and the noises of people screaming was all you could hear. Your heart racing in fear you consciously grasped Stephen, your fiance’s hand. 

As Tony opened the door many citizens raced the opposite way of..something. Some falling, some terrified, like you. 

“Y/n, I should go see what it is. You stay here,” Dr. Strange ordered you, letting go of your hand. 

“No Steph, where you go I go. I can fight too you know.” With that you walked ahead of him following Tony. 

Stephen quickly grabbed Wong’s attention. “Whatever you do, you keep y/n alive. Alright?”

Wong saw the seriousness in his friends eyes and just nodded. 

As you turned the corner a ship that was a circle with a hole in the middle landed on New York City grounds. You gasped loudly at how large it was. This was no human tech, this was some alien crap. 

Stephen, Wong, and Bruce followed you and Tony. Suddenly, a blue beam appeared and out came a skinny alien guy that looked like Voldemort, and another alien guy except he was huge and kinda looked like a dung beetle. 

Your group walked to them, curious expressions. 

The skinny alien then started to say how they were Thanos children, and that you all were about to die from them and it was a privilege. 

You turned around all sassy to Bruce, “Is this guy serious?”

“I’m sorry Earth is closed today,” shouted Tony Stark to the alien men. “You better pack it up and get out of here.”

The skinny alien then focused his attention on Stephen, “Stone keeper. Does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not, I speak for myself!” Stephen using his magic to maybe scare off the aliens and show that he was not playing. (god that part that he does that hand thing is kinda hot......anyways enjoy reading) “You’re trespassing on this city and on this planet.”

Wong after him brought out his magic. 

Just then the huge alien was walking towards your group, hitting his giant hammer on anything he sees. 

You tapped your foot impatiently, “hey guys are we gonna do anything? I really don’t think this guy likes us!” 

Well since he was big you all then looked at...Bruce...well you all wanted the Hulk. You all stared at him awaiting for the green monster to rage on out. Instead, Bruce was having trouble getting him out, “c’mon man, c’mon.”

He was still pushing, and pushing, and pushing some more. Everyone awaiting, and staring impatiently. 

“Ugh men!” You stated placing a hand on your plush, curvy hip. 

“Wheres your guy?” Tony Stark asked looking as if Bruce lied to him. 

“I don’t know we’re sorta been having a thing.”

“There’s no time for a thing. Thats the thing right there, lets go.”

The big alien man was coming closer and closer. Then he started running towards you all. You quickly turned your whole body into fire, your skin turning orange, and your hair turning into flames. Your eyes a bright sun orange (kinda like flame princess from at). “Step away boys.”

“I love it when she does that,” Stephen said as he stared all amazed at you. 

(not my art! do not own!)

You stood in front of the massive alien, ready to shoot him with some fire balls.

(TONY’S COOL MOVE YASSSSSSSSSSSSSS srry) Tony decided to help as well. He turned his track suit into his Iron man suit. But in a cool way. 

He added some blasters to his suit and all of them came out to shoot at the alien. You and Tony shot at the same time making the alien fall back onto the skinny one but surprise surprise, his powers were telekinesis. 

He, with the power of his mind moved the other alien harshly to a car. 

Tony put his blasters away. 

“Holy crap that was frickin amazing!” A excited Bruce yelled, making you turn around and chuckle. “You turning into fire and you, Tony, where’d that come from?”

“Its nano tech, you like it?” Answered Tony, turning around to you all. 

“I got to say that was pretty awesome,” you smiled placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder. 

Tony placed a hand on his mouth and gasped, “ooohhh wizard man, how you feel about your fiance touching me and oh wait, yeah, calling me awesome?’

Stephen shook his head and his cloak smacked your hand off Tony’s shoulder, “she was only trying to be nice to you...she calls me better things in bed.”

“Wow,” Tony said. 

“Babe! Thats private,” you shouted, laughing at the end. 

“Wow, that was so unneeded, like to the point where you didn’t need to do that.” Tony shook his hands, shaking his head. 

Suddenly, the skinny alien man used his powers to throw a car at you all. The other worked on it while you and Tony threw it back to him. He used his powers to cut it in half. 

Tony then used his boosters to try to fly to him. You used your fire power to fly to him as well. As you tried to fly, Stephen brought you down. “Hey sweetheart, why don’t you stay here, I really don’t think you going over there is such a good idea.”

“Are you serious? Honey, I’m fine.”

Bruce came into the conversation, “yeah y/n, maybe Stephen is right. Maybe this is a little bit too much for you.”

“You know what, I know this isn’t a woman thing because you all let Natasha fight. This is a size thing. Are you all serious? You think I can’t fight cause I’m too big, too fat for the normal superhero.”

Wong then raised his hand and tried to tell you something, but you just ignored him. “Thats fine think what you want to think,” you almost cried, Stephen going to you and saying that thats not it, and of course it wouldn’t be it.

“Y/n, I think you’re the most beautiufl woman on this Earth, and trust me I know you are capable-”

“Save it. I don’t need any of you. I am going to fight, whether you like it or not, and I’m gonna show you all that bigger woman can do things in this world, especially be a superhero!”

Your fire became more intense and you flew next to Tony. The skinny alien was using his powers to throw some of the road on you two. The big alien threw a claw at Tony and this set Tony back. 

“Stark!” You shouted. “You are not eleven from Stranger Things, are you?” You raised your eyebrow to the skinny alien. “Thats okay, you look more like the demogorgon.” You blasted flames at both aliens. Dodging one of the punches of the big alien. 

The skinny alien threw the fire back onto you. You just chuckled, “You do realize I’m made of fire, right?”

The skinny alien smiled and heaved a huge piece of building onto you. 

“Y/n!” Yelled Wong and Stephen. They tried to get to you but they had to fight the skinny alien. 

“Ouch!” You quickly burned the piece of building into ashes and saw the skinny alien go to your fiance. “Steph!”

He put Stephen to the wall and placed bricks on him. You knew he wanted that stone. You also knew Stephen placed a spell on it. 

“-then I’ll take it off your corpse.” The alien took Stephen and threw him to you. 

“Oh my god babe, honey,” you took off your fire power to touch him, carressing his face. “Steph are you okay?”

His cloak brought him up and he nodded to you. He tried to use the time stone but the alien wrapped thorny vines around his arms. 

“Let him go!” You try to burn the vines away but its not use, they just keep reappearing. The vines go around his neck and knock him out unconscious. 

“Are you serious?” You try to take the vines off of him, they are strong and grab on real tight. “C’mon babe, stupid frickin things get off!”

The alien brings Stephen with him and you fall off the platform. The cloak then takes Stephen away from the vines. You, your fire power ignited, go after him, with the skinny alien following you two. 

“Steph I am right here. I got you.”

He then goes by Tony, and you notice Tony fighting with the big alien. You also notice your favorite...SPIDER MAN!!!!!!!!!!!

“Hi sweetheart!” You wave to Peter. 

“Hi Ms. L/n!”

“Kid thats the wizard and y/n, get on it,” ordered Tony to Peter. 

“On it!”

You flew backwards now, your attention on to the alien behind you. “Go away freak!” You started shooting fire at him, him dodging every time. Peter tried to get the alien but he through a piece of debris at Peter.

“Peter!” You shouted look at his state to make sure he was fine. 

“Not cool, yeah Ms. L/n, I’m fine!”

As Stephen was getting away from the alien, the alien used his powers to stop Stephen. By bending the street lights one of the lights caught Stephen by the cloak making Stephen fall out. You tried to catch him but you would of burned him. In that moment you felt defenseless, helpless, unworthy. You couldn’t even do a simple job as saving your future husband. They were all right about you. 

Peter came to the rescue and saved Stephen. With a sad face you thanked the young boy for doing something you couldn’t do. You just followed them slowly, until you were lifted in a beam. You tried to hold onto something but it was no use. You were going to die, how did you know this? What use were you, they didn’t need you, nor want you. You were garbage to them. You were garbage to everyone. You tried to shake the self conscious thoughts out of your mind, but you couldn’t. They were eating at you, telling you things that were not true. 

Peter tried to hold on with his spider web to Stephen but the skinny alien used his powers to bring Peter up. 

You entered the ship with Stephen and ran to hide behind a piece of the inner ship. Watching to see someone come by. 

“This is bad,” you thought. “Really bad.”

You meet up unexpectedly with Peter and Tony. You see in the distance the alien is pointing these needle like things to Stephen to get the time stone. The needle things go into his skin and you hear his screams. Tears coming out of your eyes you try to go to him but Tony stops you. 

“Don’t blow our cover y/n, we will save him.”

As you all try to think of a plan Peter says, “hey have you guys ever seen a really really old movie called Aliens?”

As the alien is threatening Stephen, you and Tony go behind him ready to blast him away. He turns around to the sound of Tony’s high pitched suit. 

The alien uses his power to bring out pieces of the ship to you and Tony. You smirk and say, “have fun in space.”

You and Tony blast a hole in the ship sending him and Stephen flying.

“Steph! Peter get him!”

Peter grabs Stephen with his web and then a new feature of his suit comes out. HE HAS SPIDER LEGS!

“HOLY SH*T THAT IS AMAZING!” You squeal in excitement. 

Peter jumps up and brings Stephen in. Tony closes the hole. 

You quickly run to Stephen and hug him, “oh my god, I thought I lost you. I’m so happy you’re alive.” You look into his eyes and he looks into yours. 

“Sweetheart about earlier, what I was trying to say is that-”

You stand up quickly, the emotions and self conscious feelings interrupting your mind again. “It doesn’t matter right now.” You turn around, shyly placing a hand on your arm and rubbing it. You then mutter as you’re walking away, “I don’t matter.”

Stephen tries to go to you to help you and to make you feel better but Tony places a hand on him to decide where to go. 

Stephen thinks Earth but Tony thinks wherever the ship is going. His thinking is he feels wherever this ship is going Thanos must be there, if all of you were to go then it would be an element of surprise. Stephen disagrees in the begging but you agree with Tony. 

“If Thanos is going to be there then maybe this isn’t such a bad idea. I mean I know, we have to protect the stone but I don’t think Thanos is awaiting this much of an impact or this much of a plan. I say we go for it.”

The ship lands harshly on a planet named Titan. 

A smoke bomb lands between you all and with impact you all go tumbling back. 

“What in the world!”

You look up to see some wannabes trying to fight you all. You fly to the one with the funny looking goggles. 

He shoots you with his gun while you blast a hole power of fire. 

“I call this roast some buns,” you blast harder your fire at him. He dodges it with his cheap looking jet pack thing. 

“What are we in The Krusty Krab?” The unknown person jokes along with you. 

You all fight with each other and form a circle of whos killing who. 

The person you were fighting takes his mask off and point the gun at Tony. “I’m gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?”

“Yeah, I’ll do you one better,” Tony took his mask off. “Who’s Gamora?”

And then the alien, buff man talked, “I’ll do you one better, why is Gamora?”

“I’ll do you all one better, why are we still talking about this Gamora?” You stopped your fire powers.

After going back and forth on where this Gamora was at the guy holding Peter mentioned Thanos. 

“Wait, what Thanos. Alright let me ask you this one time, what master do you serve?” You looked at Stephen as he questioned the new comers. 

“What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say Jesus?” The guy answered back, still holding Peter. 

After explaining that you were trying to defeat Thanos as well Peter took off his mask, “We’re the avengers man.”

Just then the alien bug looking girl said, “you’re the one Thor told us about.”

Tony asked, “you know Thor?”

The Missouri guy nodded, “Yeah, tall guy not that good lookin, needed saving.”

You eyes widened, “oh my god Thor’s alive. We may still have a chance...I say we all work together on this. We all want to take down the same purple raisin so we should combine all our powers to become one and destroy Thanos.”

“Thanks for the input lava girl, didn’t know we were all gonna turn into Voltron with all our lions.” The blonde hair man said as his eyes were on you. 

You walked up to him with a serious face, “my name is y/n, and I don’t think fragile skin can stand against hot fire.”

You walked to the exit while Tony, Peter, and Stephen giggled. “Gotta love her,” Stephen said as he followed you. 

You all came out of the ship and stood on the planet, trying to come up with a plan. You learned all the names of the new people.

Mantis in a low voice asked, “Does your friend do that?”

You all look back to see Stephen moving his head quickly back and forth. You go to him and place a hand on his cheek. He comes back to reality with a startle cry. 

“You okay?” You ask worried. 

Stephen was using the Time Stone to look into alternate futures. You ask about if you win the battle, but out of the millions of futures he foresaw, he sees that you are all victorious in none but one alone.

Your heart pounds and you squeeze your hand shut, tightly. All in your head was how you are going to die feeling worthless, feeling like you contributed nothing to this world. Tears start to form in your eyes and you walk to a nearby rock, covering yourself from the others. 

You wanted to show Stephen that you were not just the girl that got made fun of in high school because of her weight. You’re not someone you can make fun of and push around as if you don’t have feelings. You wanted to come out victorious and explain these terrible feelings you’ve been having lately to Stephen. 

Stephen see you crying behind a rock and walks over to you. He kneels down to you and takes your hands in his. 

“Sweetheart please talk to me, I’m here for you.”

You wipe your tears, “I know I can’t do many things in life, I can’t prevent many things. But I can try to fight. I know I’m fat and ugly and big but I want to try to prove my worth. To you and to them.” You pointed to the group. “I’m so useless, aren’t I?”

Stephen kissed your hands. “No. You are so much more than those degrading words. Back there I wasn’t trying to make fun of you honey, or bring you down in any way. I didn’t want you to get hurt, I didn’t want, I don’t want anything to happen to you. You are so important to me and to so many others, you just don’t see it. You prove to others and to other young girls, just women in general that even if you feel useless and nothing you can make something of yourself, you can save the world. You are beautiful in and out y/n, you are my superhero, my hero, you save me y/n. It will always be that way. I know you are so capable of so many great things and I encourage you to do everything in your power to be you, to be the amazing, powerful, strong you. This means so much to me,” Stephen said holding up your ring on your finger. “It means that soon you and I will be one, we will be husband and wife. We will not just show love but be love. You are my everything y/n, thank you for standing by me sweetheart.”

Your eyes were wide and you were shocked. “I love you so much Steph, thank you for saying those things. I really needed to hear that, you make me so happy Stephen Strange. I can’t wait to get married to you and when I call you mine. Thank you love.”

You sit on his lap, not caring about your weight. Stephen holds you upright with ease, resting his hands on your hips. You trace massage your fingers into his dark locks seeing his ice blue eyes look into yours. You place your hands on his cheeks, taking in his complexion of high cheekbones and milky white skin. You kiss him on the lips lightly, enjoying the presence of him. He deepens the kiss his right hand going to your cheek, making the kiss more passionate. In the middle of the kiss you hear a cough. You and Stephen turn your heads to see a startled Peter, and a annoyed Stark. 

“Sorry am I interrupting something, cause we’re in the middle of a war if you haven’t noticed. Anyways, you two, The Notebook, we have a plan.”

Thanos had come to the planet Titan and tried to explain his belief of genocide. It all seemed so crazy to you. You all almost got the gauntlet off but you all especially Peter Quill learned that Gamora was dead. Peter got so mad at Thanos that he punched him knocking him out of the sleep phase he was in with Mantis. 

It almost worked the plan, now it was to make it up as you guys went. 

You gave this war, this battle everything that you had. All your being your strength, everything. 

Everyone was focused and paying attention to other things in their way that you were left with Thanos. 

By yourself.

All the struggles in life, all the beat downs, the I’m not good enough have led you up to this moment. You were going to show this monster, this demon that you are good enough and you do deserve love and happiness.

“I, I’m not afraid of you,” you stood proudly in front of this giant. 

“No my dear child not of me, but of others.” Thanos said as he walked slowly to you, bringing out his hand to your cheek. You gave him a scowl, scoffing. 

“What do you mean?”

Thanos shook his head, “I know your deepest fear. Y/n, you are afraid of how others perceive you, how they think of you. You try your hardest to please others. You are the coward, you say you are not afraid but I know deep down you’re terrified.”

Your eyes were wide, “no, no, no, I’m not like that. Stop.”

“But of course you would be young one, you know how it feels to have your inner demons. To know your not good enough, not even good enough to be in this world.”

You started to shake your head, hands clutching the sides of it trying to not listen to those terrible words that have scarred you. Thanos smiling, knowing that he was getting to you. 

“Stop leave me alone you monster,” you cried out. 

Stephen came out and stood by you, “Y/n don’t listen to him. Remember what I told you. You are better than this.”

“Leave her be, let her make her own decisions. Y/n you are not happy with how you look, when you see yourself you see disgust. You are not afraid of me.”

You started shaking your head while tears were starting to come out, “no stop, stop!”

Stephen tried knocking sense in you, “Honey don’t listen to him, you are better than this. Remeber how much I care for you.”

Thanos kept going, “you are not afraid of death.”

“STOP! Just stop it!”

“No, you are afraid that no one will love you for who you are.”

At that being said it ignited something in you. All your power, the fire held inside you spilled out with a cry and shriek. 

Thanos eyes widened and he used the power stone to be able to go through the fire you ignited. 

“You are wrong about me Thanos! I have love, I have someone who loves me! You don’t, you know why, because you KILLED HER!”

Thanos used the power stone again on you to try to destroy you, but you were too powerful and uncontrollable to stop. 

All the fire coming out of your body amazed everyone, you were so powerful. With another cry more fire came out making Thanos go behind some boulders to shield himself from the flames. Stephen stared at you with immense respect, amazed at how you fought. After a time your body was drained from all the power you used. Your eyes felt heavy and your body wanted to just lay down. The fire stopped and you were normal now, you fell from up in the air but you were caught in a pair of strong arms. 

“I got you sweetheart,” came the soothing voice of your dear love, Stephen. 

You smile weakly, “I know.”

Thanos came to you both threatening to kill you. Of course Stephen loved you so much that he gave up the infinity stone to save you. 

He risked the whole world to save you.

“Why would you do that?”

Stephen just hugged you tightly like his life depended on it while kissing your forehead, “we’re in the end game now.”

You all waited for a sign, for something to show..anything. You hugged Stephen the whole time, enjoying what you didn’t know was the last moments together. 

Suddenly, Mantis disappeared like the wind. Your eyes widened and then it went to worse. Like a list, others started to become ashes right before your eyes, and you could not prevent it from happening. Next came Drax, then Peter Quill. Tony then went and looked at Stephen. Automatically you started crying, “no, please, don’t tell me...no please no.”

Stephen looked so guilty and so pained at you and Tony, “There was no other way.”

Stephen grabbed your face and kept his forehead to your, “Time is so important yet so short. No words can describe how much I love you and will always love you even in death. I love you y/n, I love you.”

Stephen starts to disappear making you sob. Your heart is broken and all that is left is his ashes. You start to feel strange and notice in your hands you are also turning into ashes. Tears start to form in your eyes but you welcome this feeling because no feeling is worse than the feeling you just experienced of losing Stephen. 

[rhymingtree]

I'm actually terrified to read this because you messaged me at six in the morning telling me how ✨excited✨ you were for us to read this, and that couldn't mean anything good.

Also I have yet to re-read Aftermath from the beginning, therefore I know nothing of all the rewrites. 🙃 This'll be confusing. I'll get to reading them eventually, when I move on from everything that happens after chapter one.

Ooh another flashback from Wraith's POV...

I love how cocky Ollie was at the beginning, how he underestimates Alpha One and keeps looking down at them in his head, all the while I've always seen him as the baby of the group.

Poor Ollie got one upped by an old man..

OH MY GOD DUKE'S ALIVE AHHH

OH GOD

NO DON'T GIVE ME HOPE LIKE THAT

GOOD THINGS ALWAYS PRECEDE THE BAD

now i'm scared

wait

what the fuck is going on

Duke and I are pulling the same face right now

OH SHIT

IT'S HER

Hehe that one scene from MoM came to mind

If I were Wraith, I would have shit my pants if Ghost actually walked in looking like that

Nevermind he actually is shitting his pants

I'm loving Duke's reaction to this, it's so out of pocket

OOOOOH FERAL!GHOST IS HERE BITCHESSSS

oh no

She wouldn’t be that angry unless she’d just lost everything. Which meant he’d lost everything. 

His best friend. His fiance. His family. 

Gee golly thanks for the reminder that that happened

THANK GOD I KNOW IT'S NOT ENTIRELY TRUE

BUT DUKE DOESN'T

BELOV'S ALIVE

I have to remind myself he's still here every now and then

Duke's going through an absolute rollercoaster right now

Jesus, Darke give your OCs a break

And someone plese fucking tell Duke that Jack's gonna be okay

because I need to know too, y'all are keeping me on edge

oh thank god she finally answered him jesus it took so long

YESSSS ZAAAC

THE CHEER I LET OUT

I'M SO PROUD OF HIM

THERE'S OUR LIL MURDER BOY

They grow up so fast...

WAIT

WAIT

OH

MY

DARKE

“Your mom.”

i NEVER THOUGHT A YOUR MOM JOKE COULD MAKE ME BURST INTO TEARS BUT HERE I FUCKIN AM

SHE'S ALIVE

THE GANG'S BACK TOGETHER

Darke I swear to god I'm gonna murder you for this weeks long deception

swear to fuckin god

Yeah you better fuckin' explain how that happened because I am so confused right now what in the hell just happened

HOW

how is everyone in this damn team so hard to kill

i mean i'm real fucking happy about it

but how the hell

Boone could get catapulted into space without a suit and she'd just be floating up there doing cartwheels over the moon

STEEEVE

STEVE I'M GOING TO CRY

She's faking her fucking death

OH

I don't like seeing him cry like this Darke why are you doing this to the poor guy

EVERETT FUCKING ROSS

Yaaaaay

I love these headers Darke

but I still have no clue when any of this is happening

mostly my fault, I can't really think clearly when I'm crying my ass off

I love how much of an influence Montana's become to her New York. Look at him, lying to everyone he knows.

I did not like the emotional manipulation I had to put up with the past week Darke. 😑 No matter how well you write it.

“Have you dipshits been stressing out Christopher?” Boone frowned, eyeing him worriedly, “His accent’s gotten stronger.”

Who wouldn't be stressed, girl you fuckin faked your death and I fell for it

I swore at Darke in two different languages, that is the epitome of stress

I had to cut my caffeine intake so I don't die of a fucking heart attack reading these past few chapters

I think I need to see a doctor.

NO NOT ART, DORIAN AND GABE

🥺

Not the ones I specifically left out alive in GIS and FTS come oooon

I'm actually really sad about them being gone this isn't fun

It's scary seeing Ghost like this.

she's craving Ollie's blood, she wants to see him die, but at the same time she's completely aware how this whole war with Wraith is affecting and has been affecting the people she loves.

But she wants him to suffer. She wants him to feel just a little bit of the fear and dread she felt because of him, even though it'll get her hurt, and probably get everyone else killed in the process

it's heartbreaking

and fucking scary

but hey it's exciting woohoo

bloodlust. how exhilarating.

What's Ollie doing rifling through Duke's shit

The real question, though, was: Did he have a safe place to hide from her?

What if i snitch it to her and she just rains on your parade right now...

Oop, nevermind, she beat me to it

Ollie does know there's an entire fucking city that could probably hear him, right? That his dramatic ass is screaming at the top of his lungs above a crowd, and traffic and all that?

Well, I've heard New Yorkers ignore stranger occurrences so I guess this won't be a big deal

YELENAAAA

I KNEW IT WAS A BLACK WIDOW

Well, former Black Widow

BUT YAAAAY

YAY THE WHOLE FAMILY'S HERE

IT'S A HAPPY ENDING... sorta

FOR ONCE

I DID NOT END THE CHAPTER WITH TEARS

Just a lot of fear. I am very. Fucking. Worried.

I love that footage of Boone hitting the soldiers with her van. I love that they were cowering in fear as she trampled over them.

You still haven't been forgiven for the tornado of what the fuckery you put me through last week.

Boone being alive is great, but I am still very much hurt by that. 😑

Chapter 73 // KILL SWITCH

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

┍━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┑

You could have lost them. You could have lost all of them. All because you were too blind to see through Wraith's charade. 

You were supposed to be better than this. You were supposed to be the best of the best. That’s what you were trained to be. 

You felt something shift deep inside of you, bringing with it a familiar certainty. Something you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. 

It was cold and calculated and focused. It knew exactly what it had to do and when to do it. 

It had been cooped up inside you for so, so long, shoved to the back of your mind to never see the light of day again. You’d let it slip through the cracks a seldom few times but, now?

Now, it wanted out. 

It wanted to rage and rampage and take what it was owed. 

Revenge. 

It was aggressive, yet charming. Exactly what Commander Weston had trained it to be. It was reckless and vigilant. It was impulsive and deliberate. 

Ghost.

┕━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┙

Chapter 73  // KILL SWITCH

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[thoughtfulnessme]

16/01/2021

So lets talk about my trip to back home...

It was pretty good but I think we went for a bit too long...3 weeks. It would have been good to have 3 -5 days just at home to chill and do stuff around the home but oh well.

I saw my friends, had a big piss up on boxing day - was dancing in the bar and then we all went back to Dads bar, some of their friends and my brothers friends were there and we were all having a good time. Then I smoked a joint with my brother and his friend and I finally got high. I could not stop laughing and it was so weird, in my head all my thoughts would be clear and then I would talk and my words would not match up to what I wanted to say..it was really fun and my brother went back inside as he was trying to take me to bed and we were both just laughing. The cat was on the kitchen bench and that just made us laugh so much...surprisingly, no hangover.

Another night my fiance and I also smoked a joint with my other brother and I was a bit high but my P got really high. He was walking about saying he felt like he was drunk and we were laying in bed and he was freaking out that he had no saliva. And I was just laughing sooo much I couldn’t breathe. I just laugh when I’m high. I said to him, “Oh you’re probably overdosing” as a joke and he started freaking out and I just laughed.

We went out for dinner, to breakfast and we went on a bush walk with my dad, step mum and brothers. P and I also went on a lil bush walk with each other and that was fun because we just had a meaningful convo about a few things - such as how much I have improved since I went off the pill.

It rained pretty much every day whilst we were back home. The boys and my dad did a lot of betting. One day at my dads and step mums we all just spent the whole day in the pool area. We swam, they all betted whilst in the pool, I had a lil nap and then we all had a few beverages.

On what we thought would be our last night, P was smashing down the drinks and we were playing pool for shots...he took about 5 shots, including a vodka shot. I think I had 3. But then he was also drinking scotch, inc some that was home brew. Eventually, he was just annoying me so much and just talk stupid so I went to bed. He then came and had a shower and was vomiting in the shower and said he had also vomited outside..I just laughed.

We were meant to fly home on Saturday but the night before it poured soo heavily all night so our flight was cancelled.

So, that’s all the good stuff that happened so now lets talk about the bad... whenever I am home my mother always finds something to whinge about. This time it was that we didn’t spend enough time with her over the xmas/new years period. We had spent heaps of time with her and I had told her so many times we were going to be at her house for like 8 days after new years but no that wasn’t good enough. My stepdad said horrible messages to my little bro and my mum was sending me the most ridiculous messages..I asked if she wanted to see us and she didn’t reply and when she finally did reply we only had about 3 days left and I didn’t really want to go see her because she just isn’t fun to be around. She has had a really hard year and she is struggling mentally but instead of seeking help she is just mean to everyone, guilts my little brothers and constantly drinks and when she drinks she is sooo annoying and quite frankly, I was done with putting up with her behavior. My brothers and I sat down with her and she was just crying and saying the most manipulative stuff. Eventually the conversation ended with me and my 2 brothers all crying because of what she and my step dad was saying. I just wanted to leave so the next night we went back to my dads and then when we got flooded in, we stayed there for our last night but it was still so awkward and I’m so over the way they both treat people, it’s horrible. So now, I’m back home and my little brother is messaging telling me she is getting so drunk every night and that her and my step dad are fighting, he isnt staying at the house and he said they are probably going to break up so it’s just a mess ...She needs help and we have all told her to get help but she just won’t listen :(

Work this week was alright, it was pretty quite.

[theoddcatlady]

Sweepstakes

10/14/15

Guess who’s going on a cruise in December? This bitch right here! :D

Finally, all these years of entering contests and putting my name into prize draws has paid off! I’ve always wanted to go on a cruise guys. A whole two weeks out on the beautiful blue sea. Away from stupid work, away from all my responsibilities, and more importantly- away from freaking winter.

I’ll make a special tag for my cruise album so you all can keep up on it. Hearts!

11/13/15

The more I read about the features this cruise is having, the more I’m getting hyped for it. I’ve been going to tanning booths to make sure I have a bod that isn’t pasty white. My mom’s super jealous, but I only got the one ticket, and I’m the one going on that boat!

Seriously though. Dream come true. Twenty four hour buffets and room service. Fancy dinners every night with waiters that dance on the tables. A stop on a vacant island in the Bahamas to spend a day chilling on the beach, sipping drinks and swimming with dolphins. Spa. Hot tub. Shows every night. I will never be bored.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and come home with a hot babe too ;)

12/18/15

12:41 PM

Gonna be boarding soon! And get this- it’s the maiden voyage!

The ship’s called the Maenad, which is such a weird name, I know. But it’s sooooo pretty! So white and clean! I just hung out with this super sweet couple. The girl’s name is Adrienne, she’s a blogger too, I’ll try to link you to hers later, and her fiance’s name is Emery, and he’s. A. Hunk. He’s got the bod of a god (hehe it rhymes!). He’s got a super sexy voice, so low and smooth. And his smile, holy shit, his smile! I’m in love.

Sucks he’s taken, but I’ll just BFF it up with Adrienne.

1:16 PM

Well, boarding happened late, and hooooly crap you guys will not believe it.

Two guys got into a fist fight like, right as we began boarding. I don’t even know what caused it! Maybe they got their bags switched or maybe they just got cranky, I dunno. But the big guy just turned around and started whaling on the other dude. The other guy started squealing before he went for the cheap hits, like kidney punches and groin shots. By the time security managed to pull them away, the big guy’s face was purple because the little dude managed to get him in a headlock. Little dude was apparently tougher than I thought, even though his nose was smashed in and bloody.

I doubt they got let on the boat with that attitude. :P

The room’s… almost perfect. I thought I was getting a room with a balcony, buuuut guess not. Oh well, it’s still a cruise, and I still got internet! Paid out the ass for it, but can’t seem to upload any pics. Ugh. You’ll have to wait till I’m home. I’m gonna chill until dinner.

6:39 PM

Disappointed again. Dinner was cold. I just wanted to enjoy the buffet dammit! If I wanted cold, chewy nuggets I’d go to McDonald’s.

Ugh. I guess first day was always damned to go bad. I’ll just watch TV, if I can get a connection. Although good news, I found out Adrienne and Emery are right down the hall from me! We’re totally going to hang out tomorrow.

12/19/15

2:21 PM

So glad I have Adrienne around. Because otherwise today would be laaame.

Spa’s closed. Which was my plan for the first day! Adrienne is super bummed too. Lunch isn’t as bad today, at least it’s not cold. Poor Adrienne though, she went for the Chinese noodle things and ended up biting down on a chicken bone. She ended up just having some soft serve ice cream while crying about how her teeth hurt.

Tonight’s the first dinner though. Fingers crossed we get them dancing to What Does the Fox Say!

8:07 PM

No dancing. And my soup had a really bad aftertaste, super bitter. Dessert made up for it though, brownies! I ended up sitting with Adrienne and Emery. Emery’s a pilot! Like actually licensed and everything, he even owns his own plane. I asked if he could take me up sometime and he laughed and said it was only a two seater, but maybe!

Ugh, I think the couple across the hall are having a fight. I think their names are Evan and Corine. They’re about my age too but they’re always at each other’s throats! Even before boarding they were bickering with each other. So dumb. Why am I the only one single on this stupid boat?

12/20/15

3:21 AM

Had a supersuper bad nightmare oh my god I almost want to jump off the boat and start swimming home.

There was all this screaming, and these poor kitties, oh those poor kitties, people kept grabbing them by the legs and pulling, just pulling, while they cried and tried to get away. Their bones popped and snapped and then they just tore apart like paper and sparkly lil bits flew out of them, confetti. It was glittery confetti like the stuff at my twelfth birthday party.

I wanna go back to bed and never wake up.

12:31 PM

Ugh. Slept something awful last night. I just couldn’t get comfy.

Turns out I had a nightmare too, judging by my post? I don’t remember it. So. WEIRD. I’m gonna spend today in my room. Just order in lunch and dinner. I need some me time. Meditate. Think of nice, happy thoughts.

Like Emery’s smokin hot body on top of mine. Yum.

12/21/15

10:23 AM

The spa’s open! I’m gonna hit that up with Adrienne today. She invited me to go with her, gossip about the super cute but so gay guys giving us massages and doing our nails. Ugh. I cannot wait. It’s going to be AMAZING.

3:21 PM

It was not amazing. It was not even subpar.

I’m gonna be honest and say it as it is: it was fucking awful.

First off, waaaayy overcrowded. There were a bunch of these really old wrinkly bitches with their saggy boobs practically hanging out of their bathrobes, yelling and teasing the poor masseuses and manicure people :(

The one doing my foot massage, I can’t remember his name, but I’ll call him Blue Hair because he has this really screwed up blue hair. You know the kind of hair where someone’s bleached and dyed it too many times? So ugly. He. Was too damn rough with my poor feet! I’m not even gonna go to dinner I’m so sore. He was so bitchy too, called me a whiner and that my feet smelled like cheese. My feet do not smell like cheese!

I was about to kick his stupid face when a really fat old woman started yelling at him about why she wasn’t being helped at this very second and how her feet were killing her and that she was going to complain to the people in charge when he like snapped? He got up and started yelling back at her, and it escalated so fast all Adrienne and I could do was watch.

Finally the old lady had enough of his sass and punched him across the jaw. Blue Hair was super twiggy so he hit the floor with a really loud thump. I didn’t see if he got up, I think the old lady was about to stomp on his head when someone finally pulled her away and out of the spa. I got the hell out of there, ditching Adrienne and just going to hell with this.

It was for the best though, Adrienne wasn’t mad or anything. She said she went in for the mud bath and oh my gosh was it bad. It smelled like actual feces and then someone started screaming about how there was blood in their mud. Like. A lot of blood.

Adrienne says someone probably was on the rag when they got in and just didn’t care, but ew! I was looking forward to it and now you can’t pay me to get near that spa ever again.

12/22/15

5:31 PM

Going to dinner again with Adrienne and Emery. Apparently tonight’s gonna be a dancing night! So excited. This is one of the main reasons I wanted to come, dancing waiters on the tables sounds like so much fun! I’m wearing my cute dress, I would be showing you guys pics but one, impossible to upload, takes too long, and I haven’t taken a good selfie all day! Ugh. Bad selfie days are the wooorst.

Oh, there they are now! Better go!

9:50 PM

That couldn’t have gone any worse.

First off, dinner was like, nearly optionless? The first night there was like a million choices, from exotic to elegant, but tonight I literally sat down and got handed an appetizer without so much as being handed a menu. I don’t even want to know what it was. It was some piece of dried out meat. Tasted a bit like pork, but maybe it was fish? Emery said maybe it was shark and that made me laugh, which helped.

Main course was burnt black steak. Not even Emery could joke about that, I swear his perfectly tanned complexion went gray when he realized the hunk of charcoal on his plate was meant to be steak. He flagged over a waitress and asked what the big deal was.

“Chef’s choice, fuck off and hit up the buffet if you’re going to be a bitch about it.”

I was floored. I heard wait staffs were so nice on cruises! I don’t think even Emery knew how to react.

The dancing though. I really, really hope the accident wasn’t as bad as it looked.

Our stupid waitress got up on Evan’s and Corine’s table, taking off her apron and swinging it above her head as some old tune crooned out of the speakers. Evan was super into it, making crude comments about the waitress’ panties while Corine fumed.

I’m not sure if it was the feedback from the speakers that made the waitress stumble or if Corine finally snapped and sucker punched her, but the waitress tumbled from the table with a scream. She slammed into the floor with a painfully loud crack and I saw blood pooling around her head.

We all got shooed out, the host apologizing and saying we’d all get a special dinner sent up to our rooms as an apology and that the woman would be fine.

BTW- still waiting on that special dinner. I’m so hungry I’d eat that excuse for a steak.

… Okay maybe not that hungry. My stomach’s still churning from the meat that may have been shark.

12/23/15

6:32 AM

Dinner was delivered ten minutes ago. It was the same damn steak from last night. It was so cold now though that it was practically rock solid, and I swear it started to smell a bit. It went into the garbage. I’m nauseated and super tired. I can’t get the sound of the waitress’ head hitting the floor out of my head. I really, really hope she’s okay.

Corine and Evan are having the LOUDEST SEX EVER in the room across the hall. I’m pretty sure the mainland can hear her orgasming, oh my god, SHUT UP.

12:13 PM

I think I saw someone get divorced at the buffet.

I was loading up on lukewarm french fries and half cooked chow mein noodles when the quiet argument turned up a few notches. I turned to see this middle aged couple screaming at each other while their little kids stood to the side, eyes like a deer’s in headlights.

No one even bothered to get in between them, I think she was mad about him letting their kids eat nothing but garbage all week, and he was mad she had a stick up her ass. It ended with her ripping off her ring and pitching it into the ocean. His face went purple with how pissed he got, screaming about how that was a family heirloom and all that shit. I got the hell out of there, they can get this damn plate back later.

12:31 PM

Holy shit the angry guy threw his wife overboard.

Emery ran in my room looking sick. He was tanning with Adrienne on the top deck when the woman, apparently her name was Delia, ran up there and she looked terrified. Angry husband Donald ran up after her and grabbed her by the hair. Emery tried to get up to break it up but he wasn’t even finished crossing halfway when Donald dragged her to the edge and threw her over his head into the ocean, telling her to ‘go find the fucking ring!’

I am. So glad I didn’t see that. I don’t know if she’s even okay, can you fall from the top deck to the ocean without, ya know, breaking every goddamn bone in your body?!

Emery’s hiding in here for now, he wants some comfort. Adrienne needed to be alone.

His hair’s so soft, I wanna pet it all day.

12/24/15

Christmas Eve and I’m so homesick.

I don’t want to go to the special ‘dinner’. Knowing what luck we’ve had so far, someone’s probably going to get frikken impaled on a dropped knife or something. So just buffet. Which has gone dramatically down in quality for how little we’ve been out here. It’s cold, it’s undercooked, it’s overcooked, it has a horrible aftertaste. I’m going a little crazy.

I just wanna be home.

At least tomorrow we’re on the island. Won’t blog until I’m back on the boat. Don’t think I’ll have signal.

12/25/15

10:19 PM

This was the WORST CHRISTMAS OF MY LIFE!!!

Okay, so the island was kinda nice at first. I saw no sign of Donald or his kids. Or Corine and Evan. But Adrienne and Emery were there! Emery helped me apply suntan lotion, and his hands were like a god’s. Adrienne got a bit pouty but she was happy after we went swimming together. She’s such a good friend. <3

So much was a lie though. There was no wait staff to bring us drinks. The dolphin meet up had to be booked ahead of time, which none of us knew, and by the time it was noon people were getting a lil testy. I mean, we were promised a beach haven and all we got was basically the same crap you get at home, except it’s salt water.

I heard yelling about half way through the afternoon and went to check it out. I thought it was just two guys rough housing in the water until I realized what the teenage girl next to them was screaming.

“Help! He’s gonna kill him! Oh my god, someone help!”

I ran into the water, Emery hot on my heels. The one guy was holding the other underwater, and I nearly puked when I realized the other guy had stopped struggling. I tried to shove the guy’s attacker but it was impossible, he was so much bigger than me and I just couldn’t move him. Emery tackled him so hard he sent them both down into the water, and I dragged the drowning guy up, trying to smack his chest to help push the water out of his lungs.

He wasn’t breathing.

I think the attacker was put in custody. The girl said they were just horsing around to get her attention when the victim accidentally hit the other guy in the dick. Apparently that was worth murder.

I want to go home.

I think I just heard Emery at the door, so I’ll end this post here.

12/26/15

I slept with Emery last night.

It didn’t mean to happen, it just did! He came to me for comfort because apparently Adrienne was being all cold, we were close, I set a hand on his thigh, our eyes met and just… fell into each other’s arms.

He told me this morning he’ll break off the engagement with Adrienne after we get back home. I’ve apparently showed him what it’s like to be with someone who cares. I feel so bad for Adrienne but… Emery’s so nice guys. He’s the perfect man. He listens, we have sooo much in common, and I’m sure Adrienne will understand that maybe he and I have something that we never thought we’d find with another person.

I still had awful nightmares though. Maybe it’s the guilt.

I shouldn’t feel guilty though. I shouldn’t.

12/27/15

12:58 PM

I’m suing this cruise line when I get home I swear to god THERE WAS BUGS IN THE FOOD

I was eating with Emery, having a good time, he took a forkful of noodles and was about to put it in my mouth when I saw the carrot start to twitch. And then it exploded and squirmed and buzzed IT WAS A FLY. There was. A fucking fly. IN THE FOOD.

I puked all over Emery and I’m so embarrassed, but just seeing it writhe while impaled on a fork was too much. I’m not eating another damn thing on this cruise. No way. I’ll starve myself until we get back home. We’re docking on the first. I’ll make it that long.

6:00 PM

I’m starving but oh my god I can’t stop thinking of that fucking fly. I almost caved and ordered room service twice but just. Flies. I can’t stand flies. They make me itch. Emery hasn’t been in to see me all day and I’m super depressed. Today’s the worst. I’m hungry, I might’ve just lost my new boyfriend, and I just want to be home.

11:23 PM

I think I heard someone die.

Corine and Evan were arguing, and then they were sexing, and then I heard Corine laughing while someone was choking and gasping. There was a thump and something dragging, and I’m too scared to get out of bed.

This is the worst fucking cruise.

12/28/15

9:42 AM

Adrienne knows.

She’s been at my door for half an hour, knocking and saying she has to talk to me. No way. No how. Am I opening that door. She sounds like she’s been crying, but I swear to god she’s going to kill me. I don’t know if I was imagining Corine murdering Evan last night but I’m paranoid as hell. I just keep closing my eyes and hearing that choking or seeing that poor kid get drowned by his friend.

Everyone on this ship is crazy.

10:30 AM

She’s left for now. Oh my god my stomach hurts. I’m so hungry. But if I leave I’m gonna get tossed overboard like Delia.

3:02 PM

She’s brought reinforcements. I hear Corine out there too. I’m so scared.

3:30 PM

They’ve gone for now or they’re just being really quiet. They probably think I have to leave sooner or later or have food ordered in. The only time I’m having that door open is when I’m all packed and disembarking this stupid fucking ship. This is a nightmare.

10:45 PM

I don’t hear anything. I’m scared to go to sleep. I’m scared to die. I’m praying. I’m praying so hard right now.

12/29/15

They broke into my room last night. But they didn’t kill me.

Adrienne and Corine just wanted to talk. And all we did was talk. And I feel so bad for thinking they wanted me to get hurt. I’m so selfish and stupid, I only cared about what I felt to not see what was going on right in front of me.

Corine is Emery’s ex. They were engaged too. She showed me pics on her phone of her wedding dress, and she’s so pretty. But he left her for another woman. She had no idea he was going on this cruise too until she saw him while they boarded. It’s why she was fighting with Evan in the first place.

Adrienne was tricked too. Emery left Corine for her, saying that he found out how to love again.

What a sack of shit.

I’m still refusing to eat, but the alcohol on board is better than nothing. We’re just drinking and bitching about men. We all got tricked by a sweet smile and nice words. What a cunt.

Corine’s suggested we confront him all together. I’m all onboard. I’ll take the wine bottle with me, it might be mostly empty but it’ll mean business.

12/30/15

It took a lot of talking. A lot of arguing. A little bit of force. But we all decided it wasn’t fair only one of us get Emery. So we’re going to share him.

Corine gets his chest. The chest she used to rest her head on as he promised to fly her to the moon.

Adrienne gets his arms. The arms that used to hold her tight and make her feel safe.

And I get his head. The head which has such beautiful lips that spilled nothing but poison and such soft hair that I love to pet. They’re better now that they’re silent. We’re all in Adrienne’s king sized bed, with our favorite parts of Emery. It took some tugging… but the pop of his bones coming loose was the most satisfying of sounds.

12/31/15

We’ll never lose Emery again. He’ll always be a part of me.

[k-popscenxrios]

Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 3

I’m back with the next part! I was surprised with how many notes it got in such a short amount of time, so I’m excited to post this! I’m going to try and post one part a day, and hopefully I’ll be finished with the story as I post it!

Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

Words: 4,400+ Genre: Flufff + a lil drama

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

“What the h***, Jungkook?” Namjoon had rushed to find him after Chaerin practically ran away from him, “You somehow score a date with that woman and then just leave her alone the whole night??? You’ll be lucky if you ever see her again!”

Jungkook looked over to Namjoon with a slightly confused look, “Mwoh??? You’ve seen Chaerin??”

“Yes, and she’s been all alone all night. I haven't seen you with her once.” Namjoon gave him an unamused look, “she ran away from me and went to the bathroom when I was talking to her about you.”

“S***...” Jungkook said under his breath as he moved away from Namjoon. He couldn't help but be a little annoyed that she told Namjoon who she was, but it wasn't really her fault… he didn't exactly give the best directions in the world. He should had prepared her a lot more than he had.

He made his way to the bathroom area and stood there for a few minutes. He was waiting for her to come out, and he eventually started thinking she was never going to. He was about to give up and walk away when she finally opened the door to the bathroom. It didn’t take long for her to spot Jungkook as he rushed to her.

“I am so sorry…” he started, but she seemed a little more annoyed at him for an ‘I’m sorry’ to fix it all.

“No, it’s totally fine,” she said in a tone that was heavily sarcastic, “I had fun standing and talking to old people. I enjoyed finding only one single girl in this entire place, only to find out she’s the psycho who put you in this position. I loved not being able to talk to you or really about you, only to be called out by one of your friends. Great night. You explained how to deal with this night very well.”

Jungkook took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just as new to this as you… I don’t know how to… wait.” Jungkook paused his little ramble of apologies as some of her words registered in his brain,  “Who’s the psycho girl?”

Chaerin felt a little annoyed that he was worried about that the most, “I don’t know, but she told me she proposed to you and you said no.”

“Oh God, of course you talked to her…” he rubbed his face, “Okay, I need you to just stick with me for the rest of the night. This original plan is not going to work with that girl here.”

Chaerin wanted to protest, but she was too tired to argue. She didn’t feel like fighting about this right now, so she would just talk have to talk to him about it later. “Who is she?”

“Irene Cho. She’s the daughter of my dad’s business partner of Haneul Group.” he explained as he grabbed her hand. Chaerin chose to ignore the fact that this was probably the first time she had held a boy’s hand that she wasn’t related to.

“Irene? That’s not a Korean name… She looks Korean to me.” Chaerin pointed out, but Jungkook just shook his head.

“Her mother grew up in Europe or something and she was named after her.” they were approaching a group of guys, one of them being the guy she saw before. She gave him a nervous smile, to which he sighed and just looked at Jungkook disapprovingly.

“Hey guys, I want you to meet my date, Chaerin.” Jungkook announced, getting the attention of all the guys in the group.

“Mwoh?!” one of them yelled, sounding seriously surprised, “You scored someone on your own??? Since when?”

“Yeah, when did you meet her?” another one asked, “I remember you were single literally two days ago.”

“Yah, I just asked her if she would like to go on a date with me, and the date went well.” Jungkook defended.

“So you brought her to this really boring company party right after?” one of them raised an eyebrow as Jungkook looked down.

“I brought her because I wanted to tell you guys, but tonight didn’t necessarily go as planned…” he lied, but it sounded convincing.

“If I’m just now seeing her, you must have lost her in America or something before now.”

Jungkook ignored that statement as he turned to Chaerin, “Chaerin, these are my friends. You’ve already met Namjoon… so the others are Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin. I don’t expect you to remember their names after tonight, though.”

Chaerin watched as he pointed to each of them, knowing she wouldn’t remember their names in a few seconds. Jungkook was giving her a little too much credit when he said that she would remember them for longer than that.

“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…” Seokjin mumbled, but Chaerin heard it perfectly clear, “Why would I have seen you before?”

Chaerin looked to Jungkook for a second, but he didn’t acknowledge her, “Uh, I’m not sure… I don’t recognize you.”

It was then that she remembered that first day that she talked to Jungkook. She had seen all of them, but she hadn’t remembered what any of them looked like except for Jungkook and one other person. Seokjin was actually a regular as the coffee shop, but she didn’t know his name until now. She just knew that he enjoyed coffee with extra sugar and extra cream, and he would always leave a five dollar tip.

She didn’t say anything about recognizing him, though. She just stayed silent as he continued thinking about it.

“I think we’re gonna head out,” Jungkook spoke up, “I wasn’t planning on being here this late, but I’m heading out now”

Chaerin smiled to all of them as they all said goodbye, and Jungkook led her out of the building and to the car.

“Okay, that night was bad…” he started talking before she could, “I didn’t ever make this clear, but I wasn’t planning on introducing you until a different party. I was hoping that this party was different than it was, so I’m sorry tonight ended up the way it did.”

Chaerin felt drained, so she found herself not saying anything. Jungkook took this as a negative sign.

“Look, I’m really sorry, Chaerin. I mean it. I did not do my job right in telling you what was going on… I’ll be better about it next time. I’ll even pay you more for tonight.”

Charin sighed and looked out the window of the car as it started to move. “I just… I’m wondering if I’m crazy enough to stick with this. What if we get found out? Your friends seemed pretty suspicious of me…”

“They only were because they hadn’t seen you all night…” he mumbled, “I wasn’t going to introduce you guys tonight! That was supposed to be for a different party....”

Chaerin just stayed silent. She wasn’t up to talking about more parties since she was starting to think about backing out. The bright sides aren’t looking so bright in comparison to the dark sides at this point.

Plus, Jungkook doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing. His plans seem poor and hardly thought out…

“If this is going to continue, you’re going to have to explain things better,” she found herself speaking before thinking, “And I’m not going to love on you unless I have to. You’re going to have to make the first move every time, because I sure won’t be doing it unless I have to.”

Jungkook nodded, “Yes, okay. I’ll explain more tomorrow for lunch…?”

Chaerin sighed and leaned away from Jungkook. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to see him again so soon, but found her head nodding anyway.

***

The drive home was silent, but it wasn’t too awkward. It wasn’t that long of a drive, anyway, since the driver was only taking them to the building that Jungkook had instructed her to meet him at. Once they arrived there, Jungkook apologized again and repeated their plans for tomorrow.

“So tomorrow at 12 I’ll be there,” he nodded and Chaerin just agreed with one small nod. She seemed done with Jungkook, but he was trying to keep her a little longer. “I promise I’ll be better about telling you the plan. I really will.”

“Yeah, I got it,” she mumbled in a tired fashion as she moved to her car. She unlocked it and was getting inside when she felt Jungkook’s hand grab her left wrist.

“...Thank you for doing this for me, Chaerin,” he sent an award winning smile her way, “I’m glad you’re not backing out on me. Thank you.”

Chaerin pushed back the blush she felt creeping up from his words and the look he gave her, “You’re welcome… but be careful. Just because I didn’t walk out on you today doesn’t mean I won’t at some other point.”

Jungkook nodded and his previous smile turned to a nervous one, “I know… thank you again.”

Chaerin just waved and moved out of his hold as she slid into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition.

She started to back out and leave, and Jungkook just stood next to his car to send her off with a wave and a smile. Chaerin looked at him and smiled in return, raising her hand to wave back.

She felt like she had finally gotten away from chaos, only to come home to even more chaos. She walked in to see Kiseung sitting in their shared apartment (Nari and Hyomin didn’t seem to be home) with her fiance, Baekhyun.

Not only was it the two of them, but there was also another guy she had never seen before sitting with them. It only took a few seconds for Kiseung to notice that Chaerin was home, and she smiled and rushed over.

“Chaerin! You’re here!!” she said excitedly, only to slowly shift to a look of confusion, “...why are you in such expensive looking clothes?”

Chaerin stood there for a second, only to look down and remember she had forgotten about her outfit. This was certainly nothing like what was in her closet, and it was obviously more expensive than anything she could afford. “Uhhh… I told you I had plans I couldn’t get out of… I had to go to this party for… my boss…”

Kiseung raised her eyebrows, “What? Come on, Chae, don’t lie to me…”

“I’m not lying!” she defended, walking passed her, “Now excuse me while I go change… these heels are killing me.”

She managed to get away, but literally the second she finished changing, Kiseung burst into her room. “So! Who’s ready for movie night?!”

Chaerin blinked a few times before actually opened her mouth, “...What?”

Kiseung’s look of excitement immediately turned to one of annoyance, “I texted you about this hours ago! God, I thought since you didn’t object that you would be all for it.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even look at my phone,” Chaerin shook her head, starting to look through her purse for her phone. She was starting to feel a little panicked when she didn’t see it anywhere. “...Oh my God I left it there.”

Kiseung was once again confused, “Your phone? Where? Chanyeol can drive you~.”

“Chan-who?” Chaerin looked up at her friend, knowing where this was probably going, “Kiseung, is that…”

“Yep!” she smiled, “I thought you were up for movie night, so I invited him for a double date!”

Chaerin groaned, “Kiseung! I never agreed to a double date! I don’t want to go on this date… you should tell this Chan-person to leave. I have to go get my phone from J-...the party. I’ll be back soon.”

“Uhm,” Kiseung put her arm in front of Chaerin as she tried to pass through the door, “For one, you’re still in your pajamas.”

Chaerin looked down and sighed, turning around to find something simple to wear to head over there.

“Second, I’m not letting you go alone. I’m coming with you.”

“Absolutely not.” Chaerin said as she changed her pants. Kiseung just ignored her.

“I’m getting ready, and if you leave without me then you’ll have to stay for movie night,” Kiseung called back as she headed to her room.

“You can’t make me,” Chaerin called after her in annoyance.

“Oh, you know I can!” she yelled in reply. She sounded legitimately annoyed, which scared Chaerin a little bit. She loved her friend, but they got in fights like this all the time… Kiseung never really got too annoyed at her, but when she was, it could get really scary.

She had just finished getting ready and she could hear Kiseung rushing out of her room as well. She was currently in the living room saying something to Baekhyun, and Chaerin was regretting having to leave and head to Jungkook’s house. What was she going to do then? She had already lied to her friend…

She walked out of the room and into the living room to meet an impatient Kiseung.

“We’re leaving,” Kiseung smiled, “We’ll be back in a few minutes?”

Chaerin nodded and sighed. Her fate was sealed. It was either go on this double date, or have Kiseung actually go with her to see not only her “boyfriend”, but how incredibly rich he was.

Maybe she should just go on the double date…

“Uh, let me just go alone,” Chaerin turned to Kiseung, “I’ll be back soon to watch the movie…”

Kiseung’s eyes lit up and a smile spread across her face, “Great! I’ll get everything set up for when you come back!”

Chaerin just smiled nervously and walked out of the apartment as fast as she could. Did she make the right choice? It seemed like the right choice…

It only took about ten minutes to get to Jungkook’s place as she pulled into the driveway. The driveway had a gate near the end of it, which was closed since it was fairly late. What was she supposed to do…?

She pulled up to the gate and rolled down her window, seeing a half asleep watch guard sitting at the window. His eyes opened a little to see her, to which made him shoot up. He looked at her a little closer, and then down at his desk.

“Your name?” he asked. Chaerin held her breath and hoped she wouldn’t get in trouble for this.

“Kim Chaerin,” she answered. The guard nodded and then pulled out a sheet of paper.

“I have orders from Mr. Jeon to let you through. Behave yourself.”

The gate then opened and Chaerin gave a little head bow and a thank you to the guard. She was so glad that Jungkook had done that for her, other wise she was afraid she would have been in huge trouble…

The only issue now was figuring out how she was going to get her phone back. Of course, ringing the doorbell was an option, not one that she wanted to go for, but the best one available. She walked up to the door after parking her car toward the front door. It took her a second to find the doorbell, and without thinking on it too much, she pushed the button.

It only took a few seconds for the door to be opened as she smiled nervously to the woman who answered. “I’m here for my phone… Jeon Jungkook should have it either with him or in his driver’s car…”

The woman just watched her, “What’s your name, hun?”

“Kim Chaerin,” she tried to give a friendly smile, but the lack of expression on the woman’s face made it weak.

“Come in,” she responded without anything else to say. Chaerin walked in the door and was absolutely amazed at what greeted her on the inside. There was a spiral staircase in the middle of the open space full of nice modern looking furniture. It was decorated so nicely and pleasing to look at to say the least.

She tried to keep her mouth shut as she took in the sight, hardly believing that she was standing in such a place. If she was crazy over money, she probably would have offered to be Jungkook’s fiance if he didn’t find anyone else, but she was more modest than that. She wouldn’t throw love away for all the money in the world.

“I’ll have to call him to tell you where he is, so I’ll be just a moment,” the woman informed, moving away to a phone that looked like a smartphone, yet sat in a doc like a landline. She hadn’t seen anything like it.

“Master Jungkook,” the woman said into the phone, “That girl is here to see you.”

Wow, is she really just ‘that girl’? It may have just been the woman not remembering her name, but it still felt a little offensive… just a little.

She hung up the phone a few seconds later and turned back around, “He’s on the second floor in his room. You honestly couldn’t miss it as long as you head to the left.”

Chaerin just gave the lady a polite nod and headed up the stairs, just wanting to get her phone back so that she could leave. It didn’t take long for her to locate his room, because as the lady said, it was hard to not find. As soon as you got up the stairs, the whole hallway in line of sight was filled with pictures of Jungkook from various photo shoots. She was pretty sure CEOs don’t have photo shoots like models… so this must just be a thing he wanted to do?

She headed down the hallway and spotted a door with Jungkook’s name printed all over it in a various fonts. Knocking softly on the door, she waited for a response.

The door opened seconds later to reveal the one and only Jeon Jungkook. He smiled at her and waved, “Annyeong.”

Chaerin sighed and waved back, “Can I please just have my phone back?”

“Wow, irritable, are we?” Jungkook’s eyebrows raised, “Follow me.”

Chaerin entered his room and found herself looking around it. It looked so nice despite the mess, and the amount of pictures of him with his friends from kids to adults were surprising. They were everywhere, along with family pictures and more photo shoot pictures.

“You sure like pictures,” Chaerin spoke out loud as Jungkook stopped and turned around. He looked from her to the tons of frames hanging around his room.

“I like taking them and looking at them,” he shrugged, “Every picture in here was either taken professionally or with my camera.”

Chaerin walked closer to some of the pictures and smiled at one of them, “This one is cute… Is that your mom?”

He was silent for a while as a sigh escaped his nose, “Yeah… That’s my mom.”

Chaerin looked back at Jungkook after hearing his tone of voice, “...I’m sorry… did she…?”

Jungkook let out a puff as a frustrated smile spread across his face, “No. She’s alive. She’s even in this house still.”

“Oh…” Chaerin nodded, but sounded really confused. She figured that she would let go of the topic unless he wanted to continue it. She just needed to get her phone and leave. “Uh… where’s my phone?”

Jungkook’s mood suddenly changed as he moved from his current spot to an area in his room that she assumed was his own personal office area. He grabbed a bag from behind the desk and turned around to hand it to Chaerin.

“You also left your work clothes,” he informed as she laughed nervously, “I asked the staff to wash them for you, so they’re clean and pressed.”

Chaerin blinked and nodded, saying a small “thank you”. She was really impressed with him and how nice he was being to her. She wasn’t sure if this was just to keep her in the deal or if he was normally this nice… either way, she appreciated it.

“I… I uh… I was wondering if you just wanted to talk about tonight right now?” Jungkook offered as Chaerin felt dread wash over her. The dread wasn’t even from what he said, but it was from what she promised Kiseung before she left…

“I… I can’t.” She sighed, “I promised my friend I would go on a double date with her fiance’s friend as long as she didn’t force herself to come with me to get my phone…”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised, “Really?? Why didn’t you just bring her along?”

“Because,” she slightly whined, “I told her I was at a party for my boss… she didn’t really believe me, so she wanted to confirm it by going with me to get my phone…”

Jungkook nodded and sat down on the edge of his bed, “I see… well… I guess this is goodnight.”

Chaerin felt herself dreading having to leave this beautiful house. She didn’t want to go on that double date at all… She would much rather talk with Jungkook about literally anything else.

That was when a plan sprung from her mind. She smiled and looked to Jungkook, “I need to use your phone, please…”

“What for…?” he asked, slowly getting out his phone. He seemed to already be okay with the idea, but he at least wanted to hear it first.

“I’m gonna text her number from your phone and tell her you’re friends with my boss and let me borrow your phone… I’m gonna tell her that we couldn’t find my phone, but you were going to help me out and that I would be out longer than usual.” she explained as Jungkook snickered. She looked so proud of her plan, so he just handed her his phone.

It was silent for a few seconds as she sent the text, and after it was sent, she handed Jungkook his phone back. In a matter of seconds, she was sitting next to him in the edge of his bed.

Jungkook laughed a little at her as she felt her face heat up.

“What?” she asked, not appreciating his laughs.

“You just look like a little girl with that expression while in that position,” he smiled at her as she got up and turned away from him. She found a seat on the couch that was sitting in front of his TV with her back facing him. “Alright, you should start some explaining…”

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at how childish she was being as he got up off his bed. He moved to sit next to her and she turned to face her body to him. Her previous attitude was replaced with a serious one as Jungkook laid his head on the back of the couch.

“First off, you need to stay away from Irene at all costs. She’s bad news and will ruin everything for you and me if she finds evidence that we’re not a real couple…” Jungkook started off as Chaerin just sat back and listened. “As for the guys, as long as you’re friendly to them and you act like you like me, we should be fine. The only one that will look into it more than we would like would be Namjoon, and he won’t tell the other guys before saying something to me first.”

“As for how parties will go… during dinner parties, you’ll always be with me. There won’t be any searching for girls at those… At meet and greets, you’ll need to be with me most of the time to not look suspicious, but occasionally break off and find someone to talk to…”

Chaerin just nodded at everything he had said so far. She was still expecting more, so she was waiting till she thought he was done to start talking again.

“My dad hardly ever sees me, so as long as you meet him once and treat him respectfully, you won’t have to worry about him. The staff here have been informed of you as you’ve found out, so if you ever need to get here and can’t get a hold of me, just do what you did tonight.”

“I might need you to come to a few more events other than parties, but I don’t go to those as often… at least not this time of year. You might only need to go to a few more business parties with me and then you’ll be done. Of course, there will be days that I’m off that I might ask you to help find me someone somewhere… but unless we’re not having any luck, that won’t happen much… That should be it I think.”

“I think so, too…” Chaerin nodded, looking at Jungkook. He looked over at her and sent a smile, to which she returned.

“Really, I don’t know if I can thank you enough for agreeing to something so crazy… “ he said as he laid his head back down on the back of his couch.

“Don’t keep reminding me that it’s crazy or I might end up backing out,” Chaerin joked, laying her head back on the couch as well. They sat there in a comfortable silence for a few seconds up until Jungkook sat up in his seat. Chaerin looked up and watched him as he got up and moved back to sit on his bed.

“I’m feeling kinda tired, so I’m gonna head to bed,” he yawned, causing Chaerin to giggle and nod. She got up and headed to the door, glancing at his huge gorgeous room for the last time that night.

“Your room is really nice by the way…” she softly complemented, causing Jungkook to look around his room.

“You think so?” he asked, “I actually decorated most of it myself. I’m the one who put up all the pictures.”

“Well it really speaks about who you are…” she paused while looked around at all of his belongings. “God, it’s weird to think that I literally just agreed to this crazy thing today…”

“I know…” Jungkook laughed, shaking his head, “But thanks. It’s nice to get a compliment on my pictures.”

“You’re welcome,” she responded, “But I’m gonna let you sleep. Goodnight Jungkook.”

“Don’t you mean Jungkookie?” he kidded as Chaerin sent him a slight glare.

“I haven’t told my friends we were ‘dating’ yet, so that nickname isn’t valid yet. Goodnight Jungkook~.” With that, she closed his bedroom door and headed down the hallway. She looked at her phone and saw a million missed calls from Kiseung. She probably didn’t believe that she didn’t have her phone, so she was trying to catch her lying…

She decided to text Kiseung that she finally found her phone and was finally heading home. She wasn’t looking forward to the wrath of Kiseung, but she enjoyed the short conversation she had with Jungkook. The two of them seemed to be fast friends, so maybe that’ll make it easier to pretend to love him like a partner…

Just to clarify, Irene in this story isn’t meant to be Irene from Red Velvet. It’s up to you on whether you picture Irene as her or not~ Thank you for reading!

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-Admin Jinnie

[crying-saeyoung]

Can I request RFA reacting to MC proposing to them? c: Was thinking about that earlier today !! lol

I’ve read this HC before and I loooooovee ittttt sooo much I love this headcanon aaaaa I hope you guys like it as much as I do!! -Green

Yoosung:

-honestly, it wasn’t planned at all. Kinda. You did have a whole plan for a date, very romantic and a night to remember for sure.

-but when you woke up and saw Yoosung right there, sleeping so peacefully, you just had to do it. God, you just had to marry this man. Right now .

-so you get out of bed as quietly as you can, and you whip him up a sweet cup of coffee that he taught you from his barista club, and some strawberry pancakes with whip cream 

-this boy loves sweet things so you write on the side of the plate with caramel ‘will you marry me, baby?’ 

-you did some basic latte art on his coffee, just a simple heart but you thought it was cute 

-you put it all on a small tray and brought it over to the bedroom, where Yoosung was still sleeping 

-you set the tray down on the nightstand, and sit right next to him, petting his hair and kissing his shoulders and cheeks to wake him up 

-his lil sleepy eyes are so cute that you wanna ask him right then and there but you SomeHow resist 

- “I brought you some breakfast in bed, honey” you give him the tray and he’s already surprised because !!! he loves your cooking, but what’s the occasion???

-first yoosung smiles at your cup art and drinks some of that, complimenting how cute you are and how good you are at making coffee!!! maybe even better than him?? ooo

-when he looks at the plate to see what you made, he almost misses the little words by the side. but he does see it

-at first he thinks it’s a joke. were you reinacting one of your books or something?? 

-but when he looks back at you to see you on one knee by the bed with a ring in your hand he actually screams

-without even thinking he totally throws the breakfast off the bed the coffee is safe on the nightstand thank god and jumps into your arms 

-making the two of you fall on the hard floor but he doesn’t care because “yeah!!!! yeah!! yeah, i wanna marry you!!” he doesn’t even say YES he just keeps saying YEAH. because. YEAH!!! we’re getting MARRIED! 

Saeyoung: 

-saeyoung deserves the best of the best okay

-so you make a GAME out of it 

-you make him search for the ring and it’s so complex that you honestly forgot where you put the ring

-you hid it the other night and woke up at the butt-crack of dawn, waking up your soon to be fiance along with you 

-he’s cranky about it, but once he hears that you two are going on a scavenger hunt he’s BLASTING OUT THE ROOM 

-saeyoung please put on clothes we’re going outside 

-it’s really fuckin cold in the morning so you guys have to dress up warm, which to Saeyoung means 707 layers of jackets heheh

-the puzzle was made to be really challenging because you know how smart Saeyoung is, even if he pretends he isn’t 

-it’s kind of like his Valentines Date (DLC) except a lot less romantic ,, and more adventurous 

-one moment your in the bathroom until he breaks it apart to find a key, and the next moment you’re in the garage unlocking one of his babes. inside there you find a tub of ice cream, so you go to Saerans room! You find a bouquet of flowers, so now your suddenly at the supermarket! Just like that, and it goes on FOREVER  

-the last stop (where the wedding ring is) is at the top of the hill in a small dog park where the two of you had your first date. by the time you get there it’s the middle of the afternoon 

-Saeyoung isn’t even TIRED. he’s having so much fun!!!

-he has to climb one of the trees to find the ring, and you’re down on the ground and you kinda just go “o. that’s where i put it” because, again, you fucking FORGOT 

-he hangs from one of the branches and hands the ring to you, and you see the confusion on his face, but also the playfulness 

- “what could it mean??? i don’t remember a ring in our relationship. hmm… you truly are a master, because frankly, I’m stump-ed.” bu-dum cccchhhh 

-you join on in, observing the ring curiously even if you knew what it looked like.

-it was a beautiful ring. you didn’t want it too flashy, that didn’t really match his personality. it had a diamond in the middle, with two moonstones shaped in crescents to hug the diamond on each side. one reason because it was his birth stone, the other because. it was a moon stone. spaaaace

- “hmm, the only time I remember there being a ring in our relationship is when I proposed to you??” 

-Saeyoung laughs because it’s like lololol funny joke MC but then all the sudden your getting on one knee and he’s kinda just like. w h a t 

- “don’t tell me you’re going to say no and ruin the adventure already? we still have to go to the moon, you know.” You try to be cocky but your voice is trembling. you’re literally proposing to Saeyoung who is hanging upside down from a tree like a damn monkey 

-he falls off the tree 

- “OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU OKAY??” you try to help him but he’s scrambling away from you. Your heart breaks a lil bc of that,,

-and then you see that your boyfriend is crying and he’s trying really really hard for you not to see and you don’t know if that’s a good sign or not 

- “are you crying because you love me or because you’re hurt because I’m really worried about both” a legitimate question you have to ask

-AAGAHHH it’s cause he loves you!!!! hell yeah he wants to marry you!!!

-that’s what he wants to say but he’s crying so much it comes out as a bunch of nonsense. “h yeh.. wa -nanabb… maaaarrRRYYyy-mmm y-yo-uugh-ouuu ehhhehHH!!!”

-after you get him calmed down he kinda just bursts into tears at random times the rest of the day because he’s so overwhelmed with LOVE FOR YOU 

Jumin:

-you don’t even beat around the bush with this fuckin dork. You’ve TRIED. it DOESN’T WORK Y’ALL 

-if you don’t tell him outright about something, he’ll never know what you mean 

-you’re out at a very very fancy dinner. You don’t want to propose there because of paparazzi. you figure that the dinner will help the romantic mood though 

-after the dinner, you two go out to his private garden, and you spend the rest of your date there, walking and talking

-at one point you stop the two of you at a small little bench and request to sit down

-you continue talking while you make a flower crown for the both of you because he’s a very pretty boy and you can’t resist.

-also you need something to do with your hands because you’re so nervous and jittery 

-by the time you’re finished with them, you place one crown on your head and then offer him his 

- “would you like to be my prince, Jumin?” 

-he smiles at you, because gosh. u are… so cute. Of course he wants to be your fuckin prince !!!

- “forever. be my prince forever, okay?” 

- “okay, MC. I promise.” 

-you place the crown on his head, and without really thinking about it you place the ring on the top of his head too 

-Jumin is like “?????” 

-very confused

-when he picks it up, and sees it is an engagement ring, he almost laughs because when Jumin looks at you again you are struggling to get on one knee in the grass 

- “are you asking me to marry you, MC?” 

-UGH YES JUMIN YES I AM aSGHHGH HELp me

-Jumin full out just giggles. He’s got a little blush on his cheeks and everything. he looks damn beautiful. It’s like the guy is shining under the moonlight 

- “please god marry me Jumin Han” kinda just slips out of your mouth before you can think about it 

-he brings you up to him and gives you a very deep kiss before putting on the ring. 

- “MC, if you need me to, I’ll be your king.”

Jaehee:

-you had brought the whole RFA together at your apartment for a casual get together and game night

-and you planned to propose with everyone there 

-you just wanted it to be fun and memorable for the both of you, and to have your RFA family with you sounded amazing

-you were. v v nervous but you couldn’t tell anyone because literally everyone in the RFA would snitch without even thinking about it they’re terrible

-the party was finally at that calm, but fun air you wanted it to be. Yoosung and Saeyoung playing Just Dance on the TV, Jaehee and Zen chatting about their daily lives and his musicals while you were preparing food with Jumin.

-I think out of everyone in the RFA, Jumin is the happiest for you two, whether he say it or not

-and really…. he was the only one who wouldn’t snitch…. 

-so while you were pouring drinks for everyone, you told Jumin you planned to propose to Jaehee tonight but you weren’t sure when the best moment would be

-surprisingly he gave you a?? side hug??? 

-he was so proud of you guys aaaaa

-Jumin wasn’t the most romantic person, but he did give you good advice. Let it come naturally. Don’t think of her saying no, just think of her saying yes, because she will. Jaehee will say yes

-and that was such a relief to hear that you gave Jumin a big ol hug and a smooch on the cheek before bringing out the food 

-an hour goes by and you all are playing monopoly 

-Saeyoung and Jumin are getting all the expensive houses and constantly competing for each others cards. No one knows how Saeyoung got so much money. 

-Yoosung is making a little home with all the really cheap blocks and Zen is pulling his hair as he has to pay Jumin yet again

-then there’s you and Jaehee who watch the fire burn and maintain a normal board of moderately expensive houses. 

-and you just feel so good at the moment. You and Jaehee cuddled in a blanket with your friends all around you 

-so you turn around, kiss her on the forehead, bring out the ring and ask her to marry you

-ALL EYES ON YOU 

-the fighting IMMEDIATELY STOPS and everything is so quiet

-…

-..

- “DAMMIT JAEHEE IF YOU DON’T SAY YES, I WILL” Saeyoung SCREECHES at the top of his lungs and he looks like he’s gunna c r y 

-Jaehee does finally find her words and says yes, then the two of you kiss and everyone is standing up and cheering for the two of you 

-they force you to do a slow dance together and really you wouldn’t have it any other way 

Zen:

-you don’t want to do it in public, because of paparazzi, but… Zen does love attention..

-so you decide to propose to him after one of his shoes back stage 

-you watch the whole performance with a nervous heart and shaking hands 

-the whole time you just stare at Zen and you watch how beautifully he sings and preforms. He’s amazing at what he does. You just… feel so proud of him

-you really, really hope he’ll say yes. You need him to. You don’t think you could ever get over it if Zen said no. 

-When the show is over, there’s usually a meet-and-greet with all the actors so you have to act quickly before he leaves for that and is too tired for a proposal 

-you greet him with a big hug and a kiss, which he appreciates a Whole Lot

- “hey, Zen, I was.. wondering something today.” 

- “yeah? what’s that?” 

- “would you ever… in the future.. would you ever like to get married?” 

-you catch him off guard and now he’s blushing like a FOOL 

-of course!! especially if it’s to you, and he winks. He’s just casually flirting but you’re just like THE TIME IS NOW 

-you slam down on your knee so hard that you actually start crying and Zen is just ????!!!!!! what h a p p e n e d 

-you explain in tears while bringing out the ring that you wanted to propose but you got too excited.. 

-YOU’RE SO CUTE, O H MYG OD,,,

-Zen just laughs, picks you up and gives you a really big SMOOCH on the lips. pretend i didn’t say smooch because it was actually really romantic 

-he dips you, what a nerd 

-god, he loves you. he’s looking at you with such a sparkle in his eyes as he says ‘yes’ and putting on that ring, you forget all about your injury and go in for another kiss as he spins you around

-after he smugly shows all his fans the ring in pride

[courtanie]

Not sure if you picked a fanfic for the ask but for Lilith and Candles (cause I'm greedy) 3, 4 and 13!

u really r greedy wow i’m suing. This is gonna take me awhile pff

3 - What's your favorite line of narration? 

Lilith: (Actually a few lines but): “He sniffled, turning away from them and curling into himself, feeling the undeniable truth deep in what was left of his dwindling soul: He was going to lose. He was going to break.” I loved writing that chapter in its entirety because it was the shifting point between both sides of the timeline. You see Kyle starting to become himself again in the beginning of the chapter and then get to see the moment when he was in Hell where he had finally realized he was fighting for nothing.

Candles: “The air was far too tense, too still for Kyle to be able to think anything else: It was starting.” I cannot put into words how pumped that line got myself for writing the remaining six chapters of Candles. Like it’s so simple and dumb but that was just my own lil nod to the readers like “HERE WE GO Y’ALL. YA PUMPED? I’M PUMPED.”

4 - What's your favorite line of dialogue?

Lilith: “’Damien,’ he got his son’s eyes back on him. ‘Let him have his wings back.’” I loved writing Damien’s arc in Lilith. I loved having him so hellbent (HA) on Kyle being an angel in his own right that fueled his obsession. I loved Damien having the conundrum of having to choose between Kyle’s original defiance that he adored or the broken creature he had made. And having Damien embarrassed to shit that Satan knew how he viewed Kyle before his capture was just a fun lil thing to throw in there as the push in his final decision to let Kyle go back to Earth.

Candles: “’Kenny belongs to Heaven, not your father. So you can't kill him, but he can kill you.’" This line had been building since like, I wanna say chapter 14 as soon as I established that demons can’t truly kill other demons and later reemphasizing that Satan's rule only apply to Hell’s souls. And it was just so beautiful letting Kyle finally get the upper hand. The whole story had been him fighting with who he was and struggling to remain Kyle underneath the fangs and claws. And that was just a final defiant stamp on Damien’s head like “lol fuck you I’m still a sneaky son of a bitch my fiance is gonna kick yer ass I warned you back in chapter eight, son.”

13 - What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Lilith - Starset - Monster, Linkin Park - Castle of Glass. I didn’t listen to a whole lot for this’n I wrote it all out so damn quick.      

Candles - Three Days Grace - Time of Dying, Linkin Park - Iridescent, Figure.09, Within Temptation - A Demon’s Fate, Our Solemn Hour, and What Have you Done. (Sidenote I consider ‘A Demon’s Fate’ to p much be the main theme for the trilogy, hence why I renamed the series that and why I listen to it before starting any chapters pft)