#this scene is going to be the death of me 🥰🫠

[captainsavre]

Maya and Carina || Station 19 - Season 7 Promo

[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by my love @disasterbuckdiaz @tizniz @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @diazsdimples thank you lovelies 🥰

An idea that’s been swirling around a bit and all the words are direct from my brain to your dash (sorry) 🫠

“One. One drink,” Natalia reminds Ash once they clear security and make it into the club. She fidgets with the curls falling over her eyes. It’s useless, really. Every time she moves them away they fall right back.

“Yes, darling, I knoooow.” Ash rests the back of her hand on her forehead like a Victorian maiden. “It’s been such a week and you have the Thompsons coming in on Monday.”

“Ash-“ Natalia pouts when her friend interrupts her again. Doesn’t she get it? The business is finally taking off. People are getting more comfortable with talking about death and saying their goodbyes while they’re still alive.

“Nat, babe, I get it. I do. Which is why we’re here. Because for someone that deals with the Soon To Be Deceased you have forgotten how to live. There is more than this business. Honey, you need to let go a little.”

Natalia bristles at the implication that she’s not fun anymore. That she’s all work and no play. It’s not wrong but it still hurts being called on the carpet for it.

“Here.” Ash picks two shots of tequila off the bar and hands one to her. “Don’t give me that bullshit about how it makes you too loose. We have all weekend to recover. Drink up, bitch.”

Ash clinks their glasses together before they down their drinks. It burns worse than Nat remembers and she has to hold back from coughing and sputtering. To Ash’s credit, it does help. Her limbs already feel more relaxed and the stress of dealing with clients melts away for the first time in weeks.

“C’mon, let’s check out our prospects.” Ash whirls them both toward the crowd. A writhing sea of bodies moving in time to the thumping bass. The scene is almost ethereal, cast under the muted lighting.

Platforms of varying heights are strategically placed throughout the dance floor, each with their own unique features. One has a pole in the center that reaches up to the ceiling. Another is surrounded by a cage with an opening to easily walk in and out of. But it’s the platform without any decoration or adornments that catches Natalia’s attention. Rather the woman dancing on it.

She has short blond hair, already beginning to mat against her forehead. A sheen of sweat glistens on her tan skin. Natalia’s throat goes dry taking in the sleeveless black leather corset, tied neatly down the front. It bleeds seamlessly into skintight leather pants. Nat suddenly has the urge to kneel down in front of the woman — on the platform surrounded by everyone would be fine — to mouth at the supple material and hope for the chance to do more. Maybe the long, slender fingers would fist in her hair, hold her in place, tell her she might earn the chance to-

“Earth to Natalia.” Ash snaps her fingers, drawing Nat back to the present.

Her cheeks flush a deep crimson at the prospect of being caught staring.

“Huh, didn’t realize that was your scene,” Ash comments. “You should join her.”

There’s a million reasons why that can’t happen. Not the least of which is how fucking confident and gorgeous this woman is. Like she could point to anyone in the room and have them. Then, like Nat’s thoughts are being broadcast to the universe, the woman angles her body in their direction. She licks her lips and smirks. But it had to be at Ash right? Or someone else. Anyone other than Natalia.

Nat tries to laugh it off, ready to tease her friend about it. But when she looks, Ash isn’t there. Her gaze drifts back to the platform and there’s no doubt who the woman was looking at before. Because she’s studying Natalia like prey.

Ash told Nat to live a little. But maybe being devoured wouldn’t be such a terrible thing.

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[baddest-batchers]

THE BAD BATCH SEASON 3 EPISODE 14 THOUGHTS & FEELINGS! | spoilers below ~<3

• why didn’t they just kill Rampart when they made it to the planet Tantiss is on like guys he’s a liability at this point, especially now that he’s been captured. he’s a little bitch and will probably start singing like a canary at even the sight of Hemlock and his torture droid.

• Rampart screaming like a little bitch during the entire rappelling out of the crashing ship scene lmao. He’s so pathetic and I want him ✨gone✨ pls Jennifer pls don’t redeem him, we’re okay if he gets eaten by the Zillo beast.

• ALSO WHY WAS THAT CONVERSATION BETWEEN CROSS AND RAMPART SO OMINOUS?? Like who tf does Rampart think he is? Challenging Crosshair like that as if it isn’t evident he’s changed so much. that whole conversation made me nervous for some reason.

• Crosshair shaking out his hand again 😔😭 (dammit Jennifer you will be receiving my therapy bill)

• “I owe her.” He is facing his PTSD head on, staring it down with a death glare that would make Vader weep. He’s going to make it to the base to rescue Omega. He won’t leave her behind. That’s his big-little sister in there and Crosshair did not come to fuck around. 10/10 we love to see it.

• ECHO AND HIS STEALTH ARC TROOPER ASS GETTING SHIT DONE AGAIN!!! 🥰

• “thanks for the hand” comedy 👑, dad jokes 💯

• Omega being able to tell that the laser canons were going off!! Hunter taught her so well ☺️

• “They found me, my brothers.” 🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

• SHE FOUND THE ZILLO BEAST AND SHE’S GONNA RELEASE IT ONTO TANTISS GUYS

•SOOOOOOOO the chances of Hemlock getting fed to the zillo beast are high, right? RIGHT???

• I honestly hope Rampart along with Hemlock either get eaten by the zillo beast or get shot at point blank by one of the Batch. Fuck both of them and their sleemo asses.

• Ahahahahah getting clowned once again with no CX-2/Tech reveal 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 I’m getting so nervous that Tech is actually gone.😭

• ECHO EARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• I’m so freaking nervous for next week’s finale. There are so many loose ends to tie up. The finale better be over an hour long. I’m really not ready to say goodbye to the boys and Omega. Whatever happens it’s probably going to hurt one way or another and I’m not ready for that either.

[charlie-artlie]

just got back from the fnaf movie, i really need to go to bed but i have to get some thoughts out NOW 🫠

positives

movey good C:

matthew lillard was just so so good god bless

the animatronics were amazing, i really wasn’t expecting the scene where they all played and had fun together????? it was such wish fulfillment i was just sitting there like is this real

(on that note HEY. someone had better gif that fronnie scene were theyre just playing and dancing together. 👉 get on it giffers)

maybe controversial but i liked the matpat and coryxkenshin cameos a lot they were funny and didnt detract from the flow too much

the jumpscares were not terribly hacky like i thought theyd be, and the balloon boy one was really good 👏

also IM NOT CRAZY THAT WAS A CIRCUS BABY REFERENCE RIGHT??? AAAAAAAAAA

all of the parts and service room was so cool tbh, all of the creepy old endos and parts, the little fetch easter egg, all of it so so good

the easter eggs in general were really fun, im looking forward to watching this movie be micro analyzed for years to come

the springlock scene 🤌 cinema…..

that scene were william roundhouse kicks mike is just like. so amazing. this is going on the positives. i cant believe they did that. what an amazing movie.

in general the lighting and sound design were very nice (i mean as a layperson i thought they were nice idk XD)

THE SONG WAS IN IT THEY DID THE FUCKING THING 😭👏

negatives

no puppet?

i feel like this story suffers from the same issue TSE has, where by straying from the games canon you’ve actually made things so much more complicated? while some things definitely made sense (vanessa being williams daughter was a nice touch and made sense for both characters fight me, also a great nod to how shes mind controlled in game canon) others feel like they just made things more complicated? like, why was garrett just a random kid in a random campsite? why was william there, why did he kill him, why do the ghost kids know him? i guess you could say, if there is a reason, it will be revealed in a later movie? but thats so many unnecessary steps when all you had to do was have garret go missing from a freddys location (like in TSE). like, mikes brothers disappearance is linked to freddys, thats why he needs to work there, you could save a lot of time aunt jane ate up. speaking of.

its such a hilarious plot hole that they just totally move past aunt janes death. like this guy is fighting tooth and nail for custody of his sister against his aunt and she shows up dead at his house and nobody is suspicious or cares. also he shows up at the hospital with a stabbed cop who’s apparently in a coma and cant verify his story at all?? the plot armor on this man!!

i realize they needed to put abby in danger at some point or else why would she even be here, but having the ghost kids want to ghostify her doesnt make a whole lotta sense >_> like they kept saying william was confusing them but they never really showed that, golden freddys spirit kid seemed pretty aware of the situation the entire time.

that one jumpscare with the kid with black goopy eyes was pretty silly lmao. feel like they could have captured the creepypasta vibe better

this is semi positive and negative, but i really really liked vanessa’s creepiness i just wish theyd leaned into it a bit more? that scene where shes staring lovingly up at the animatronics and then asks mike to dance is just so 👌 like girl what is wrong with you fr 🥰 but then her behaviors dont make much sense after that, i was a bit confused as to when she was supposed to be trying to get mike to stay and when she was supposed to be warning him away.

the writing in general was definitely a bit weird ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ eh

sorry if my negatives seem like bummers, but i really enjoy picking apart movies i like, and i tend to like things more when there is stuff to pick apart! (sensory fandom experience…..) in general i really enjoyed the movie and i think most fnaf fans will! it’s fun cheesy horror that has a lot of love for the source material without trying to BE it, which wouldn’t be possible anyway

man theres definitely other things i could say but i really have to go to sleep now 😭 gn!!!

[deathandthemaiden23]

PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH (2022)✨️🍷🍹🍺 DRINKING GAME 🍺🍹🍷✨️

1. Take a sip anytime:

• A banger ass song starts playing

• Santa Caloma is mentioned

• Pickles is mentioned 🥒

• Jack Horner says an extremely quotable line (at your discretion, because honest to fucking god most of what he says is quotable as fuck)

• Goldilocks is referred to as a budget version of a similar fairytale character ("Little Bo Creep," "Low-rent Cinderella")

• The name "Team Friendship" is mercilessly dragged through the shit

• A map ownership swap occurs and the surrounding area changes as a result

• Puss gets shit on by anyone within a 5 mile radius

• Perrito tries to get Puss to rub his belly

• A character dies, implying Death is most certainly somewhere in the surrounding area unbeknownst to literally everyone else in the story who isn't Death

• Kitty wears the strap-on in her relationship with Puss (for the layman, this would be any time that Kitty saves Puss's ass in any kind of fight scene or really any interaction she has with him where you look at them and the only thought to go through your head is, "this man definitely gets pegged")

• Papa Bear fails to back up Baby Bear when he resists a particular roast slung at him by Goldi and instead affirms the accuracy of said roast or takes Goldi's side

• Perrito is disturbingly upbeat given the grimness of the current conversation topic being discussed in the movie

•Puss's anime eyes are used and/or discussed

1. Chug for 3 seconds every time:

• Spanish splinter™️ occurs

• A wanted poster is shown

• Perrito triggers the censors 🤬

• Death shows up 🥰 🥺🫠😏

1. Take a shot every time:

• Puss loses a life (if you're daring and can time it, do a sip/shot for each life lost in the beginning montage and repeat during the scene in the Cave of Lost Souls if you can keep up with two sickles mcgee, ignore if you're a

✨️p u s s y✨️)

• The Shrek Cinematic Universe is alluded to, basically any time a Shrek character besides Puss appears on screen

• Perrito has to be rescued

1. Finish your drink when:

• Perrito calms Puss down during his panic attack

• Puss parts on good/neutral terms with his sleep paralysis demon ("Hasta la muerte" 💀❤️)

• The camera pans to reveal Far Far Away at the end 👽(closest emoji to Shrek that I could find sorry the only other green emoji is the puke one which I found inappropriate for our layered ogrelord)

If you're lucky, Death won't be carting your cold carcass into the afterlife by the end of this shit. Happy birthday me I guess lol here's to Shrek 5 bitches

[hislittleraincloud]

💭RAMBLING WENOVAN THOUGHTS💭

I've had this in my drafts for a couple of days, so whatever.

Y'all know I like to mess with AI and filters and all that shit

I've done quite a bit nunya have seen, centered around an (much) Older Wednesday, which means aging puppy-faced Jenna up...I can rlly say that for once this is an improvement over the original

But I'm still thinking that Afterburn Wednesday will still age verrrrry slowly...like here with this AI-enhanced photo I'd put her around Donovan's current age (which would have left her without him for...20-something years? Just a sec while I break out my calc...23 years...but that's only if I go through with his current death plans).

I got a couple more positive comments on my story, which lifted me up a bit. New readers, even. 🫠💖✨ I think what people who look at my ships or look at what I write about their ships then look at my ship forget that I'm writing this mainly from Wednesday's perspective as a young, introverted, hypersexual steampunk stoner girl who is attracted to way older men; Donovan's POV is secondary. And she doesn't want to just fuck him, that girl wants dominion over him 💀🤣 This isn't some shitty little schoolgirl crush, like Morticia implied. This is the result of a misanthrope spending her first 15.91 years contemplating what she wanted in a friend and life partner, and the serendipitous circumstances upon which they met.

One person mentioned that the smut is its own character. 🫠💦💦💦💦💦 I thought that was an astute observation. I tend to keep uh...writing more and more of that character. (I write from experience. 🙊✨) Today, in fact, I proceeded to continue to write smut that happened on November 12, 2023 (yes, just a few days ago). <strike>And depending how I end it, I can't fucking publish it until next year because of a certain circumstances going on in their lives at this point would be a major spoiler.</strike> (ETA: This is what I decided was publishable. But I've its graphic and extras to put together.) But it's nice smut. They're very happy together right now, in spite of everything that's happened with Tyler and Laurel (who survive in my story...so far). The only thing Afterburn Wednesday isn't happy about on November 18, 2023, is that she feels like she can't ever talk about her life, even though she doesn't want to.

Trust, she's writing up notes for her memoirs, but even though she doesn't like to talk to people in general, she just wishes she had the option of talking about it, which she can't, unless she talks to her parents, Fester, Thing, or Enid (and Eugene), and she doesn't care about those options. She feels like if she opens up about Donovan to others, people will make her out to be a victim/him out to be a predator, and that's the last thing she wants. She genuinely adores him and the way he makes her feel, and even though she hates talking about her feelings, she would like to believe that she could talk freely if she ever needed to, but she can't because people will judge him. She doesn't care much about herself being judged by others, but she does care a lot about the men that she loves and about their being judged because of her presence in their lives. (Scene I just added to takes place in February 2024 and she assaults someone who was whispering about her and Donovan 💀)

I'm rambling. It's 1 AM. I'm guessing that right now, they're probably asleep. Together, in Mansville, with Elvis in a fancy new pet bed that Wednesday matched with the cabin's drapes. Isn't that nice? 🥰 Did they have the sexings? Maybe. Whether or not they did, she's sleeping in his arm, cuddled in and curled around him. She falls asleep in his arm curled either way (koala hug or Little Spoon), and it's become her favorite thing to do at night (even over sex). Most of the time, AB Wednesday will fall asleep with her little fingers scratching his beard, and Donovan will move her hand to his chest once it drops due to her slumber. Sometimes her fingers move after; sometimes not.

If Donovan falls asleep first, Wednesday's brain continues to race (because she's always thinking about something). She's done a lot less weed in the past year, so that is affecting her moods/behaviors. She constantly worries about his health--yes, yes, we knew that was gonna be a big issue, but she bought the house and land outright, no need to moan about a mortgage--and has paid good money to hire them a chef and personal trainer (y'all gonna laugh or cry when I get his personal trainer up in a scene) to get him into better health...so far over the course of a year, he's quit drinking spirits and is more muscular in the trunk area, and losing a little bit of fat down in the pelvic area means more room for certain appendages to shine...Fun fact: AB Wednesday was a bit 'off' in her eye-measurement of Donovan's cock. He's not a 'Peacemaker' at 7.5 inches. He's more like 8 and 3/8 inches hard, once she used the measuring tape she found in the woodworking room of the cabin. She is making his life better.

Still rambling here (now it's almost 2 since I also sit here and think about what I wanted to say re: all this shit). So how did he make her life better? Besides getting ((SPOILER)) and then ((SPOILER))? It could very well be argued that either of those things he did didn't make her life better at all, and that they might have even ruined it. But that's an argument for our world, because the premise of the AB world is that sometimes 'impossible' things do work out, as hard as they can seem. Because it's fiction. Anything can happen in fiction and it needn't be something that aligns morally, or even logistically, with our world (since it's not our world!).

...Well shit. I need to take my own damn advice and just re-write some of that shit that was If You Don't Woe Me By Now.

Back to Wenovan working out. She feels her life is better because of both ((SPOILERS)). She knows she's young and inexperienced (learned those lessons in S1 and S2), but she also just wants to get on with her life with Donovan. And earlier in the summer, she decided that she is choosing a new path within forensics...and I won't say which path bc that's a giveaway for another part of the story. But it is a path that would keep her busy in Jericho, along with the other things that keep her new roots firmly planted in that quaint little town (rather, Mansville is where she's chosen to live when she's not at Donovan's house...though I'm not sure if they live there anymore? I'd have to check my longer outline). To her, Mansville is the perfect place to live, love, and write, which is what she's done quite a bit of, since moving in last year. She may even graduate Nevermore early, depending on other factors.

Still rambling and giving away little insights into where my fictional couple is in real time/what they've already done since November 2022. Ah right, the parents issue. The relationship between Morticia and Wednesday remains strained and even moreso after revelations in After the Burn. Still, it was Morticia who helped talk Gomez down from hiring a hitman and getting him to accept Wednesday's wishes to be with Donovan. Wednesday was also able to convince Gomez to take the rhodium mine that was to be hers on her eighteenth birthday and put it in Donovan's name, so they needn't ever worry about money. And of course he did it...anything for his little girl (who he can now see isn't so little anymore). There were other things that Wednesday was set to inherit on her eighteenth, but it was the mine that she wanted (and needed) now. One ton has already brought in over $100 million since the transfer of ownership. Neither of these two ever have to work again (especially after Wednesday inherits the bulk of the fortune), so that probably counts as a plus on how they as fictional couple can work.

It's much harder when you're trying to own a home or raise a family or whatnot and have zero money to do it (obvs.). There is a power dynamic at work from the beginning here, and whether people want to admit it or not, rich people have a very green power that people like and respect, and I would argue that the power imbalance here is caused by Wednesday's billionaire heiress status (Gomez was listed as a fictional billionaire back in the 90s). She literally has the power to buy the sheriff's office off, much like how the Gates Family did with Sheriff Walker. She can bribe dirty cops in Donovan's department. She could've bribed Noble. She told Dr. Kinbott straight out that she could pay to make people disappear. Money is power. To say that Wednesday has no power over any of these people 'because she's a kid [sic]' is a grave mistake (no pun intended), and Donovan caved into both of their desires because part of him was scared of what she would do if he outright refused her; y'all say things like "He's the adult, he needs to be better!" but forget that this 'girl' is not a 'harmless child'...she's physically maimed people who piss her off (Dalton, her editor). When Donovan thought that maybe she'd set bears on him, it was a legit fear. 😂 The POINT is that Wednesday is scary and you don't want to piss her off OR say "no" to her (because saying no would piss her off...). And she uses that creepy persona to get what she wants (like how she did it with Ajax in my last upload). It's highly manipulative.

Anyway. You should seeeeee the gift Wednesday got for Donovan in July. Holy shit, it was extravagant. But since that story also contains a huge spoiler, I can't publish that one either (yet).

And I know they're (technically) billionaires, but I need a scene where Donovan goes off about the price of bread, because $7 a loaf is insane. Wednesday will have their chef start making bread for them. Which yanno...for them costs $40 an hour 🤣 But whatever keeps him from acting like an old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn.

It's an odd coupling, but the Addamses are odd, and Wednesday just isn't the average sixteen (now seventeen!) year old. Like Ortega herself, AB Wednesday talks like she's 45. Her brain matches Donovan's brain more than it does her peers (as was Kinbott's observation). She feels safe with him--despite what occurred in canon--and feels like she can be herself around him, learn useful things from him, and never has to want for anything with him. And that's what we all want for N/C Wednesday. And Donovan. The man's been through Hell, and while he's still wondering if he's on a weird acid trip, he's got a lovely young ((and spoiled)) partner to revive the spirit in him that was crushed by life. ✨🖤💖💙✨

[daisychainsandbowties]

Change, Death, Fear, Sloth, Space, Storms 👀👀

not you picking storms as one if the options 🥰

Change: If you had to restart your WIP from scratch, what would you change?

this is so dumb but i’d rate star wars au as Explicit so beatrice and lilith would stop glaring at me every time i hand-wave and make vague sexual references. i just want to write the bathhouse scene on main but i have thoroughly cockblocked myself.

other than that i’m a ‘hate u hate u’ to the chapter i’m currently writing and like this 🥺🥺 to everything already written so i don’t think i’d change much. obviously when i started star wars au and ligaments i hadn’t written prose in a few years so i always look back and think i could have written x or y better on a technical level, but that��s unhelpful thinking because no. i could not have.

Death: What WIP would you want to be remembered for?

i mean for non-fic my poetry book of course, but if we’re talking fic then… probably star wars au. it’s got a lot of me in it and a lot of love for other people in it so as a monument to that i’d want to be remembered for luminous beings.

Fear: What is your greatest fear as a writer?

oh, writing something bad.

my greatest fear comes true often, but that’s the price of art ig.

Sloth: What kind of scene are your worst at writing?

everyone get ready to laugh because yeah

it’s linear scenes. any moment where i can’t go off on a tangent or wander in a random direction. but these tend to also be my favourite finished scenes once they’re written 🫠 as much as i looove the dipping in and out of time scenes there’s something very satisfying about just… doing what needs to be done and having it line up just right.

Space: Do you prefer sci-fi or fantasy?

i prefer to write sci-fi, or something like star wars which is using most of the hallmarks of fantasy with a sci-fi skin. i just find it… more appealing to my narrative preferences to go with sci-fi as a writer, everything from narratives like that movie Arrival to hard sci-fi that juggles a lot of actual science.

but i prefer reading fantasy!

Storms: Do you prefer metaphors or similes?

GOD how could you ask me this. this is like a tits or ass question impossible to choose always the wrong answer.

but i think i am probably more fond of writing similes. i think metaphor is harder to get right (though similes are a balancing act that can be annoying to judge) and i prooobably just find similes more appealing to my autism. it feels more direct, loosely mathematical, where metaphor can range into ???? for me.

ask me from this

[beneathashadytree]

that one request where sherlock comes back after the timeskip to his wife who had a baby gave me inspiration for my own request! so this would probably work better for one of the moriarty brothers or mycroft or any character of “noblity/status” but feel free to do whoever!

so the scenario, just a warning, it’s LONG: Y/N is a woman of poor/middle class status and she’s dating one of the moriarty brothers/someone of status. she becomes the subject of gossip for all of upper class society and a bunch of nasty rumors are spread about her like how she’s a gold digger or how she’s only using him to social climb etc. but Y/N doesn’t tell her bf all of the shit that happens cause she doesn’t want to worry him. and he proposes to her and Y/N hesitantly but happily accepts, except the bullying and rumors just get worse until it hits an all time high where someone threatens Y/N telling her to break up with her fiancé of they release a bunch of scandalous stuff about him. so she basically breaks it off with him saying a bunch of stuff like how she only used him for money and how she never loved him etc and then runs away. and Y/N REALLY doesn’t want him to find her going as far as to moving to America or even faking her death so he would stop trying to find her. and i was thinking it could end in 2 ways but you can also write your own if you want! these are just what i thought of! so there’s 1 ending where he figures out what happened, manages to find Y/N, and they reunite and it’s all super cute. or 2, for a LOT more heavy angst, he finds out what happened, manages to find Y/N, but she’s dying in childbirth/has died already and left a newborn baby behind and it’s very angst filled but also bittersweet

sorry that was like SUPER long. i felt like i had to set the scene first but you don’t have to make it super long if you don’t wanna! thanks a bunch!

RUMOR HAS IT - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : lots of internalized misogyny and envy from women, period-typical classism, blackmail, this is not proofread, reader uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : angst (to mild fluff)

Word count : 4.1K words (ouch)

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! After I had a quick look at my masterlist, I realized that I never wrote for Albert, so I went with him. He’s also the one who’s the most in the public eye, given how he was born into nobility and has a well-known job. However, I hate to say this, but this request also goes against my rules and guidelines for requesting🫣 To work on such a heavily detailed piece, I need to write a minimum of 4K words for it to be cohesive, which is the typical length of a ficlet, whereas a regular oneshot would have significantly less details and require a maximum of 1K to 2K words. I have stopped taking requests for ficlets for a year now, seeing as writing them takes up so much time, and I end up totally drained for days afterwards🫠 So please be sure to check my rules for requesting, linked in my pinned post! 🥰 However, the idea was absolutely wonderful, and you’ve been quite sweet about it, so I would’ve felt horrible saying no to that. Anyways, I hope this ends up being to your liking, and I hope you enjoy reading it!💗💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Masterlist

Being courted by Albert James Moriarty meant that she’d had firsthand experience in seeing the disparity between the English social classes. A wealthy, charming nobleman like him had—for some reason or the other that she couldn’t quite recall—taken an interest in her some year ago, despite her being born to a factory worker and a seamstress.

It had surprised her when he’d first flirtatiously complimented her for her beauty while they’d both been helping out at an orphanage during their spare time, effortless charm flowing through his every word and motion. The man was every bit as magnetic as it was whispered among the public, particularly the women of them. Though she’d had her reservations, she wasn’t immune to the sweetness in his words and how affable he was. What she expected to have become friendship soon bloomed into something more, her unease melting with every kind gesture, every wonderful outing, and every kiss upon her palm every time they parted.

The ‘Ton seemingly shared her surprise at the development, seeing as they soon became a household name for gossip. Horror and disdain always followed the discovery of the fact that they were openly together, with none holding back the sentiments of disgust.

“Her?! But she’s so terribly plane, and awfully poor! She can’t possibly be right for him when she’s a commoner with filthy blood!” She couldn’t count on her hands just how many times she’d heard the angry whispers—whether by the customers at the bakery where she worked, out about in the marketplace when noblewomen haughtily passed by, or by passersby near the mansion gates whenever she stepped out of the carriage Albert had her brought in.

Though the words left a sting that wouldn’t quite go away no matter how hard she clenched her fists and dug her nails into her palms, she always tried her best to brush them off. After all, what did it matter if the masses thought her unworthy, when Albert himself looked at her like she cradled his whole world in her palms? Why should she care, when his hand always sought hers and his thumb carressed her knuckles whenever they went on a walk together?

It made no difference if the word spread around that she was leeching off him for money, because she knew her pride and dignity would never allow that to actually happen. She always asked him to keep his lavish gifts to a minimum, and as adoring as Albert was, he’d never go against her wishes. Word has spread that she was only using him to pull herself out from the shroud of the working class and into the dazzling nobility, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth, given how repulsed she’d been by the false glamour and shine that seemed to settle down on the rich whenever they attended the balls held at the Moriarty household, causing her to politely request from her lover that she be excused from them after a few appearances at his side as he’d wished.

Ever the understanding companion, not once did he express disgruntlement, accepting the fact that she simply did not feel comfortable enough to mingle in such places—and she was unlikely to ever know it, but perhaps that was part of what Albert liked so much about her; she shared his exact feelings towards the accursed nobility that he’d been equally fortunate and unlucky to have been born into.

Through all the terrible name-calling and rumors that flew around her, she absolutely refused to let Albert in on them. Sure, he had his connections and could’ve easily found out under normal conditions, but the nobles seemed to be extra careful to not let him know. Not a single word was spoken when he was in the vicinity—a wise decision from them, really, because she was more than well aware of Albert’s capabilities; she knew he could have them fall into ruination should he hear a malicious word about his beloved. That deadly glint to his emerald eyes that she sometimes saw when he was displeased with a nobleman who’d swindled another client wasn’t an empty threat.

More importantly, she simply didn’t want him to worry. If she told Albert of the rumors circulating, his primary concern (before disposing of the perpetrators) would be her well-being. He would fret over her, and would almost smother her with his well-intentioned concerns. If he had it his way, he probably wouldn’t even leave her side at all, something that wouldn’t do given his high standing in society. No; it was best to stay quiet and shrug the vile words off.

And shrug them off she did on a particularly pleasant Sunday morning after she’d attended mass at her local church. The collective hushed voices and cruel glares were nothing unfamiliar, but she hadn’t wanted to dwell on them, seeing as she was going out with Albert right afterwards. He’d asked her out for lunch at a fancy restaurant, something that was both overwhelming and yet thrilling. She always enjoyed trying out new cuisine with him, even if the setting was a little daunting at first; she wasn’t about to spoil her fun with the man she loved with thoughts of how out of place she might’ve felt.

His brilliant smile as he held her gloved hands in his sent her heart fluttering in her ribcage. “You’re looking extra happy tonight,” she pointed out, though she had no room to say it when she herself was grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, I happen to always be happy when I’m with you.” His reply was smoother than she’d expected, and she felt herself flushing. Albert’s expression remained open and earnest, and she wondered how easy it was for him to charm her socks off. It didn’t take long for her to go down that line of thinking, because he soon stunned her as his hand momentarily left hers to pull out a small velvet box from his tailcoat.

“Albert…” she breathed out, heart thumping wildly in her chest. She watched as he slowly opened it to reveal a breathtaking ring, with a clean-cut dazzling diamond in the center, surrounded by smaller pieces that formed the shape of a delicate flower.

“I would’ve probably bought something bigger if I was left to my own devices, but Louis had to physically restrain me and remind me that you would probably hate that,” he laughed out, the tender look in his green eyes hypnotizing, “But I suppose it doesn’t matter as long as you like it. What matters is whether or not you’d be willing to be my wife.” Albert reached out once again to squeeze her fingers affectionately, lifting them to leave a soft kiss against her glove and immediately warming the spot. “Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Swallowing thickly, she could feel her stomach flip with a mix of anxiety and pure elation. She briefly thought of all the nasty words she’d heard just by being his lover, and though she knew that things would get infinitely worse now that they were officially on the road to marriage, she squashed those thoughts. It wouldn’t do to hesitate; not when she loved him so incredibly much. It was her choice to grasp her happiness by the hands, and she could only imagine it with him.

And so she hurriedly nodded. “Of course. Oh, Albert!” she cooed, adoration washing all over her, as she squeezed his hand back, the most stunning smile on her face matching his.

***

Only a fool would’ve thought that becoming Albert’s fiancée would make things quiet down, and a fool she was not. However, she certainly hadn’t foreseen the fact that they’d only grow crueler and more condescending as soon as he’d introduced her to high class society as the future Mrs. Moriarty. How foolish of her, to not realize that they’d only grow more bitter and hateful the more her beloved solidified their relationship and showed that they weren’t to part.

She could’ve sworn that now whenever she locks up the bakery after a rainy day, some women wait until she turns around to order their carriages to leave at that exact moment, the wheels splashing the ends of her skirts with murky water. Sneers were always directed in her direction, and she’d been called a “filthy mutt” more times than she could count. The ladies, in their pristine clothes and flawless makeup, made it their job to remind her of how utterly inferior she was to them, and how undeserving she was of Albert’s affections.

One particularly sour-looking woman went out of her way to visit her daily at the bakery. She was the wife of a huge upstanding figure in society; a merchant who’d had close business relations with Albert in the past, and had supposedly remained a steadfast ally and partner to him. Since the girl wasn’t the owner, she could do nothing to deter the noblewoman from coming, seeing as she wouldn’t want to risk the business.

“You’re nothing but a gold-digging hound, pawing after its master before it sinks its teeth into him,” she’d hissed at her, roughly a month after their engagement, “I know what you lot are like, lecherous women with no honor and all the greed there is in the world.”

“My lady, I would rather not mix business with personal affairs,” she’d gritted her teeth as she said, “Your change.” And as she’d handed the woman back her coins, the furious lady had already taken off her gloves, long nails deliberately scratching her palms enough to draw blood, before haughtily turning her back on her.

Her malicious visitor at work had then persisted, injecting venomous words into her every single morning, her glare hard and loathing—until one day, she walked in with an oddly smug look on her face.

“Shall I get you your regular, my lady?” she sighed, preparing to turn around and take out her pain au chocolat, but the woman waved her off, that strange expression not wavering.

“No, there won’t be any need for that anymore. I won’t have to ward you off, because you won’t be seeing Albert again.”

A confused look came on her face. “Excuse me? You’re very mistaken if you think—“

“No, my dear girl,” she interrupted, her sickly sweet voice alerting her brain, “You’re the one who’s mistaken. You will end your engagement with him, tonight.” She had a steely glint in her eyes, her grin merciless. “Or else my husband will have a lot to say to the public, regarding the deals with firearms that haven’t been released to them.”

“My Albert would never do anything that conflicts with England’s interests,” she firmly said, all civility left behind the moment the noblewoman decided to bring her lover’s honesty into question.

“You poor thing,” she leered at her, a victorious smile on her face as she knew that she had her backed into a corner. “You seem to think that anyone cares to verify the statements. With a news story regarding his unscrupulous visits to your home at night, his honor will be in question the entire time. A false accusation after that will be more than enough to shatter his public image permanently.”

A sour taste fills her mouth as she paled. She knew that if anything were to be said against Albert, no matter how hard he’d try to negate it, there was little he could do when the entirety of the upper class turned on him. His power lied within his social standing, a good portion of which he had labored endlessly to maintain, and she would feel sickening guilt for the rest of her life if she ended up wrecking that for him.

“You’re a smart girl, and you know what to do.” The woman leaned back as she smirked. “End things with Albert tonight, and he shall not be harmed. That is my vow. Stick to your end, and we shall have no problems.” And so, parasol in hand, she clicked her heels away as she exited, leaving the girl to slump against the countertop, her heart beating wildly in her ears and fear turning her legs numb.

***

“Darling, where’ve you been? I sent a carriage for you hours ago. Were you not home?” Albert’s worried face was the first thing that greeted her at the doorstep, dresses in only a shirt and pants and his houserobe over it, before he took in the blank look on her face and frowned deeply. “Has something happened? Come in, love, it’s warmer inside.”

“No, it’s… fine,” she almost choked on her words, before she cleared her throat. “I’ve only got something to say.” Before he could look at her with his kind eyes and render her weak, she had to get done with this. Avoiding his confused stare, she twisted the ring off her finger and took his hand in hers, saying, “We’ve got to part ways, Albert.”

“Pardon?” he laughed as she opened his palm, but it sounded weak and a little hurt, “I’m not sure—“

She steeled her resolve and met his eyes, willing herself to keep any tears at bay and not allow herself a moment of weakness. “It’s been going on for far too long. All I’d ever wanted was a taste of what being rich felt like, of how the upper class was. The money was far more interesting than you’ve ever been.”

Albert recoiled a little at the words, and she was sure now that she hadn’t imagined the wounded look that flashed in his eyes. “Darling! You can’t mean that, you’ve never even touched my money, you can’t—“

“Can’t you see, Albert?” she snapped at him, frustrated at how it was dragging out. She wanted to get it over with; to bury the hurt before it could resurface. “I’ve used you as a stepping stone. I’ve never once loved, and yet here you are still deluding yourself that I still want you.” With a shake of her head, she dropped the ring into his outstretched hand, before stepping back fast as her knees began to shake and her chest began to ache. “Goodbye, Albert. May we never meet again.”

The sight of his stunned and heartbroken expression would be one that she’d never forget. It had been burned into her memory, to remind her of what she’d lost. Still, she couldn’t give up now. She had to leave. And so, with her fist clenched around the cheapest steamship’s ticket to New York, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the chill outside.

***

New York was just over two centuries old, but it still held the novelty of a brand new city. For some odd reason, everything about it tempted her and spoke to her of new dreams and a different life. And perhaps, had she not been nursing a broken heart and struggling to make ends meet, she would’ve come to love it. But for now, she loathed it and everything it meant for her.

It was nothing but a mere substitute; a place she’d fled to with nothing more than a tattered trunk that held what little she owned, and enough tears to fill the Atlantic twice over. If it could keep Albert and his reputation safe, however, she’d do it all over again without a single beat of hesitation.

Working at a bakery was a little bit better paying than it was in Durham, seeing as the general American public was better off with its economic boom than England’s limited upper class. The rent, however, took up a great portion of her pay, seeing as she was a single tenant that wasn’t splitting with anyone else.

What she most found befuddling was the cultural shock. Everyone was a lot more lax about the rules of propriety and etiquette, they spoke without inhibition with their peculiar accents, and the country advertised freedom above all else. What that freedom actually entailed, she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

Still, it was at least a place where she could pretend that life was alright without her fiancé—or rather, ex-fiancé—holding her in his arms. She could never atone for her doing him wrong, or for lying to his face that way. Many a time she’d entertained the idea of running back home and confessing the truth, but then she remembered that sinister noblewoman’s face and shivered.

Before she knew it, she had spent three months in solitude in her small New York apartment. Her nights after closing shop was spent by the fireplace, knitting a scarf in an emerald color that was the same shade as a certain someone’s eyes.

Damn it all, for leaving her still so hung up on the man she’d never once stopped loving. She dropped her needles to her lap, hunching over as she squeezed her eyes shut. With so much she wished she’d never had to say, she wanted to cry her eyes out in despair, but knew that no one would hear her call for help but herself and these four walls.

A banging on her door caused her to jump in her seat, knocking the ball of yarn at her feet. She frowned. Her rent wasn’t due for another two weeks, and she hadn’t asked for the evening paper to be delivered to her doorstep. There wasn’t anyone coming to mind that could want anything from her at this hour.

As the rapping against her door grew more insistent, she grabbed her shawl from the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Coming, coming, Jesus,” she mumbled under her breath, before finally swinging the door open.

And there stood none other than Albert, his tie crooked, hear terribly disheveled and much longer than she recalled it being, and face looking clearly haggard and unshaven. He looked dazed, eyes dull but wide as he stared at her as though she were a mirage. Disbelieving that he stood right there in front of her, she couldn’t help but gape at him for almost two minutes, before he visibly shivered, and she remembered that he was standing in the middle of the cold.

“Come in,” she cleared her throat, gesturing for him to enter, something he seemed more than happy to obey.

As he sat down on the couch and she sat back in her chair, he kept his eyes trained on her, unmoving. While pretending to busy herself with tossing another log in the fireplace, she couldn’t help but think of just how much weight he seemed to have lost. He looked far worse for wear than she’d dreamed he’d be.

“Please look at me,” he softly said, and it seemed more like he was begging her. She stilled in place, slowly turning around to face him, and her breath hitched. Nothing in the world could get her to turn away when he looked at her so earnestly and with so much vulnerability in his eyes.

“Two weeks after you left, a woman, whom I recognized as being the wife of someone I’d had a good relationship with, came to talk to me.” His voice was low as he spoke, a little deeper and more tired than she remembered it being. His words, however, caused her stomach to sink as she imagined what could’ve happened.

“Oh?”

“She told me how happy she was that you were out of the picture. That now she had a better chance,” Albert smiled derisively, “It seemed she didn’t care that she was admitting to desiring infidelity.”

“I’m not quite sure what’s that got to do with me, my Lord.” Trying to sound as distant as she could, she prayed she wouldn’t go weak in the knees. The last thing she wanted was to get him into any further trouble by being entangled with her.

Hurt flashed behind his eyes. “I’m not your lord, and I never have been anything other than your Albert. And you, my beloved fiancée.” He leaned in his seat, the firelight reflected in his eyes. “She must’ve threatened you, hadn’t she?”

She sighed, “No, Albert, she hadn’t.” Not her, at the very least. “I wouldn’t cower when I am threatened because I don’t particularly care what happens to me.”

“And that’s why our dear friend Sherlock argued that she most likely threatened to harm me instead. Am I correct in believing his theory right?” Her tongue was heavy in her mouth as he eyed her carefully, a calculating look on his face. “Your response was a confirmation. You said you don’t care what happens to you, which means that the threats were never directed towards you.”

Remaining quiet and biting back her tongue was the only way she could prevent herself from admitting to the truth. His expression turned desperate as he stood up to walk over to her.

“Did you think I’d fear anyone? I’ve never been at any danger. Why did you not come to me with what she’d told you? We would’ve disposed of her immediately.”

She turned her face to the side. “If you had no fear, then I had enough for the both of us.” Taking in a rattling breath, she could hold back no more. “The truth wouldn’t have mattered, but the people’s trust in you should never waver. She wanted to put that to the test in the cruelest way possible.”

Fingers found her chin, tilting her head towards him. Emerald eyes bore into hers as he firmly said, “Even if she’d carried that out, I would’ve dispelled any rumors with little effort.” Albert then smiled sadly, “But then again, ignoring things was how you’d always dealt with rumors, wasn’t it?” It felt like she couldn’t breathe as he spoke, bringing to light everything she’d hoped she could bury in the past. “Fred had found that out over a year ago, but he’d been withholding the information, as he was under the impression that you had already told me.”

“Don’t berate me, Albert,” her bottom lip wobbled as she said it, and she mustered all the strength she had to keep as straight a face as she could. “If I had told you, you would’ve worried incessantly.”

“And that’s my job,” he softly said, going down on his knees to sit on the carpet beside her, his calloused hands gently cradling her face, “I’m not berating you, love. I’m only saddened by the fact that you didn’t think you could communicate these things with me. I would’ve never done or said anything that you didn’t wish to see or hear.”

When he held her face like this with that kindness in his eyes she’d missed having directed at her, a small part of her cracked. Wondering why she ever thought it a smart idea to hide things from him and lie to him, her shoulders slumped in defeat. His fingers began to caress her warm skin, and she began blinking back tears at the affection that swelled within her that moment.

“How did you find me?” she managed to croak out.

Albert shrugged, “I had a couple of connections in this city. One of them seemed to know about our relationship from a few noble English acquaintances. I’d once done him a favor, so he promised to pay me back by finding your whereabouts. After all, you were registered to have arrived at the port of New York.” He sighed heavily as he leaned in, his expression growing more solemn. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you. It hadn’t crossed my mind at the start that you’d have left the country. Only when I had enough courage to entertain the idea that you’d left everything behind did I think of America.”

She couldn’t help herself. Perhaps it was his gentle voice, or perhaps that she’d missed his handsome face too much, or perhaps because she’d been secretly wishing all this time that he’d come find her, but for whatever reason, she found herself choking on a sob, flinging her arms around his neck and falling forward.

With an “oof!”, they both fell back onto the carpet, though neither of them cared, as they got entangled in each other’s limbs. Tucking her head in his neck, she cried to her heart’s content, wringing out all the sorrow and loneliness she’d had to shoulder on her own in an unfamiliar place that could never be her home. Albert’s grip on her was firm but loving, and the sound of him slowly inhaling her in as his hand rubbed her back was the most soothing thing she’d never even known she’d missed.

“Wherever you want to go from here on out,” he murmured in her ear, “You have all my love and support, if you’ll take me back.”

“You silly man, of course I will,” a watery laugh escaped her, sniffling as she only held onto him tighter, “Please take me back with you. Home is wherever you are, anyways.”

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[adonis-koo]

Alright ch 12 LETS GOOOOOO

I mean,,,,, their whole nation was literally destroyed like I’d prob wanna fight back too if I could ,,,, I get it though it ruined MCs childhood all the death and destruction and it hurt her nation too but ,,,, ugh I can see both sides to this

I don’t like the way Seokjin said that ,,, 🧐 I don’t like this oh no oh wait pls don’t tell me MC is a spy PLS MISSY PLS NO

Okay thank goodness

Right bc Murdering an entire nation of ppl that you deem as “murderers” wouldn’t also make you ,,,,, a murderer ,,,, right ,,,, so the world would be safer bc you murdered ,,,,, the murderers ,,,,, okay. Man im really not liking him 🥴

No bc this is exactly why penumbra is so hellbent on fighting like y’all destroyed their nation and they said never again!! It’s literally that and they wanted revenge like I can’t really blame them 🤷🏻‍♀️ Seokjin on the other hand ,,,,, I’m gonna blame him LMAO idk I just feel like he’s giving v much privilege and spoiled prince vibes plus what we’ve learned of him in terms of sexual escapades and how he treats and views women ,,,,,, I don’t like him and he’s so cocky sighhhhh

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THEYRE BATHING TOGETHER HELLO ??!!??! IM SORRY I WAS BUSY THINKING ABOUT HOW SAD AND UPSET MC MUST BE BUT DID HORNY BRAIN TAKE OVER HELLO ?!£\|€€|~£

He apologized even though it wasn’t really his fault and he tried to stop them🥹 god I love him

THAT BITCH I WANT HER GONE

It was not horny brain but soft and sweet brain🥹 okay and a teeny bit horny brain but I mean with the way the prince looks who wouldn’t have a little bit of horny brain going at all times???

Consent is so sexy and he makes it even sexier sighhhhh

Okay well I guess jungkook has a bit more horny brain going LMAO

GOD THEYRE SO CUTE AHHHHHHHH I love them and he’s so sweet to her I ahsjdjdjdjdkdk my heart🫠

SEE THIS IS WJY I DONT LIKE THE GUY TREATING HER LIKE HE OWNS HER AND MAKING HER WEAR MORE MODEST STUFF UGH

Jungkook thinks he’s being all funny and cheeky rn but when she’s actually in bed next to him with that nightgown on and he immediately gets a boner who’s gonna be embarrassed hmmmmmm

Ooohhh he’s gonna beat your ass Jin and I can’t WAIT

MAYBE BC HE LITERALLY WANTS HIS WHOLE KINGDOM INCLUDING JK DEAD MC PLS USE UR BRAIN

Sorry I just UGH

TELL HER JUNGKOOK

Oof ,,,, god I cannot wait for them to meet all together it’s going to be wild

AHHHHH YESSSSS YOU WERE MEANT TO LEAVE HIS SORRY ASS MC EXACTLY

Orrrr maybe we ,,,, could keep doing that and y’all could really lean into the horny brain👀 I feel like that might be fun for everyone🥰

Jungkook bby your corruption kink is showing like I know damn well he’s thoroughly enjoying this

THE CHIN GRAB THE CHIN GRAB !!!!🫠

oh my goddddddd🫠🫠🫠

MAKE IT GO AWAY SKANSJSKLAKS OH MY SWEET MC LMAOOOOOOO

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G- good girl 🫠

He is so hot oh my godddddd

HES SO SWEET OH NOOOOOOOOOO😭 HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH AHHH AND HES SO RESPECTFUL AHHHH

Nah bc Jin def added to this insecurity of her being used and left idc I NEED A SMACK DOWN OF THIS MAN RN

JUNGKOOK THE MAN YOU ARE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU ARE SO SEXC

“You already have it.” 🫠🫠🫠

“But that doesn’t mean it can’t” AHHHHH MISSY YOURE SO GOOD THE DIALOGUE OH MY GOD MY HEART IS FLUTTERING

Now see how wheein asked for permission first instead of bursting in and interrupting? She needs to explain this to the boys LMAO

I love their morning scenes🥹Missy bless you for these gifts

No there’s definitely a traitor bc it’s the only way any of this makes sense

Jungkook,,,, do not start something pls I beg,,,, MC literally wants wheein to be with her mom pls don’t make this into a big scene PLS

WE FINALLY GET TO MEET YOONGI ?????????? SO HES NOT THE BROTHER ???? ,,,, or is he and this is gonna be a gotcha moment👀 I do not trust you to not pull some crazy amazing twist on us Missy

If it’s Jin ,,,, I STG

I know taehyun is tired LMAOOO I bet he’s one of the hardest working ppl in the castle esp bc jungkook works so hard and I think taehyun admires him and wants to match that energy but also jungkook has problems with his emotions and mc that taehyun also has to keep an eye out for so,,, he’s WORKING lmao

God I forgot about that damn duel 🙄

WHEEIN LMAOOOOOO

Not her thinking he planned the whole thing and had it tailored to be that short hhhh

Of course he lights up when he sees MC and of course she notices it AHHH I LOVE IT

A surprise ??? OMG WAIT WIAT NO WAY AHHH MISSY NO WAY ???? IS THE WOKF OKAY ???? IS THAT WHAT HES PREPARING FOR LIKE A LIL AREA FOR THE WOLF WAIT WAIT

A PUPPY AHHHHHHH 🥹🥹🥹

okay this is really sad tho the pups mom is gone 🫤

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

MISSY AHHHHHHHHH seriously what a lovely lovely addition to the story I loved this chapter so so so much lots of fluff and a lil spicey horny brain action like ??? IT DOES NOT GET BETTER !!! I know you said this ch is more of a filler but honestly I think it’s great to have some time focused on how much their relationship is progressing and also it’s just really sweet and heartwarming to see so ahhh thank you thank you!!!! I really needed this, dealt with a death on one side of my family and the other side of my family talking badly about me behind my back, and my birthday is coming up in about a week so what a perfect little gift. I know it’s not just for me, but I’m sure as hell gonna pretend it is lmao I really loved this ch so so much I’m so excited with what you’ve done so far and can’t wait to see where the story takes us next!!! Honestly it was kinda nice to have a ch that felt a little bit like some downtime since things have been so crazy in the story too !! Missy you’re such a great writer thank you for taking the time to write these stories and for being willing to share and interact with your readers!!! I hope you have a great week and I hope you enjoyed my reactions even though this is so long lol -💜💜💜

HAHAHA your reaction to the entire flashback scene is SUCH a mood 😭😭😭 but honestly as I was sitting there writing this I was just chuckling to myself like, oh MC you’ll understand in due time because CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 🤌🤌🤌 and I LOVE that as the story goes on you get a more clear image of Seokjin being cocky and privileged and all of his fuckboyery glory

and the bathing !!!! scene !!!! 🤌🤌🤌 it’s all about the SUBTLE 

touches 🤌🤌🤌 the STARES of YEARNING 🤌🤌🤌 not gonna lie after I wrote her making eye contact with him after she gets out of the bath I just sat there like…😳 this is kinda hot aHHHHH and lemme tell you when Seokjin and Jungkook meet, whew it’s gonna be, 🤺 🤺- well maybe not bc MC wouldn’t let him HAHA but you can imagine between the two how much smack talk will be going on!

🤌🤌🤌🤌 yes THAT scene yeah 🤌🤌🤌🤌 need I say anymore?? Other then in the original draft they actually got a LOT more frisky then this 😭 but after trying to rewrite it I just couldn’t convince myself that MC would be comfortable with it in this version, so I gave y’all just a little crumb for previews of coming attractions, which don’t worry, are coming pretty soon now 🥶

Also !!!! HAHAHA I intentionally wrote the scene with JK and the boys where when Taehyung mentions Wheein, people are kinda like ??? 👀 is he gonna get mad at Wheein??? But SURPRISE !!!! He’s a dork who’s just worried ☹️ Jungkook deep down is a pretty level headed boy who’s tired and just wants Mc to be safe and YES we finally get to meet Yoongi.

As for who the half brother is…HEH guess we’ll just have to find out 😎 and aNd AND!!! Your remark about Taehyun 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it’s SO true!! He’s tired but he totally thinks Jungkook is like the coolest person in the castle (would never openly admit that) and he’s constantly working harder and harder just like Jungkook does 🥹 (even if it really isn’t healthy)

YESSSSS 🤌🤌🤌 I always LOVE being able to give MC a pet and I felt this was VERY fitting for MC, and also it’s like!!! A fresh start for her and Jungkook and he’s secretly really excited to gift it to her because he knows how heartbroken she was about the whole situation and now she had a pup to take care of aND- 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 *shhh this is a surprise tool for later 😏*

Ahhh I’m so happy you loved the chapter my dear!! And I totally agree with you, while it was more filler related, I felt like this chapter was VERY vital to Jungkook and MC’s relationship because it’s the very first where we can see them openly embrace one another and be receptive to one another, in conversation and touch and we can see this sort of softness develop between them that needed to happen during this chapter because the next arc of the story is very fun, in a lot of ways, but they’ll need to be closer for it to work! It’s also kind of nice to take a break from all the melodrama sometimes for sure haha!

I’m also so sorry for your loss my love! And I’m glad this little story of mine can provide some relief and a good distraction meanwhile and I hope you stay well hydrated and the universe is kind to you this coming week 🥹 as always seriously!! I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to write all of this out I LOVE reading them! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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OML BEAM!! U DID IT!! U TOLD ME MY BIASES' POWERS 🫠🫠 this is so exciting i literally LOVE the fact that u associated josh w/ iceman & made hansol SO op 😭 i love the contrast between his personality & his power b/c u know he won't try to do anything like evil HAHAH & as for joshua, he just seems like such classic x-man (???) LIKE it just makes so much sense for him to be iceman i think it fits him well (also apparently iceman is practically immortal?? LIKEEEE if u break him in his ice form, he can just... control the molecules and put himself back together?? HUMPTY DUMPTY COULD ONLY DREAM!)

& IF U LIKE MATT IN SHE-HULK, THEN UR GONNA LOVE HIM IN HIS SHOW!! he has this sorta old uniform before the iconic red one and he looks so... MWAH 🥰!! it's like a black skin tight outfit & a mask over his eyes and *sighs dreamily*, matt murdock 💗💗 it's definitely darker than she-hulk, but i think it's worth the watch!!

speaking of darker shows, ur definitely right about tfatws! it was leaning more towards serious social commentary in some episodes & THAT john walker scene freaked me out 🫣 i think ur right, they weren't really friends in the beginning! so glad it developed & they got closer 🥹🥹 and i'm also 99.9% sure they WERE FIGHTING FOR CAP'S ATTENTION, but honestly if i were them? i would too b/c LOOK AT HIM 👀👀👀

I ADMIT. I WOULD STAY UP LATE TO READ DRUIG FICS... and i still do!!! but who's gonna stop me? not him 😌 everything about him just SCREAMS dream man & i searched for fics as soon as i stepped out of that theater 🫡

I DID !! I DID IT (^_-)-☆ yes omg im so glad u agree w me, im glad we can both see joshie as iceman 😼😼😼 NO BUT THATS SO INSANE OF HIM THAT HES PRACTICALLY IMMORTAL LIKE THATS SO OP !!!! classic, but still powerful asf we love to see it (HELPP HUMPTY DUMPTY CAN ONLY DREAM BAHAHAHHA THATS SO FUNNY OML—) yeah i was going thru the list of mutants and trying to see what fit vernon the best and i thought ,, why not make him super duper powerful 🤩🤩🤩 our king of low-key is now a dimension-maker and manipulator !! lol it's so funny thinking abt how i paired maknae line 😭😭😭 it's hard to explain but it's just so funny to me when i look back at my notes akcnsknc

OMG I THINK IK WHAT SUIT UR TALKING ABT THAT *IS* SUPER DREAMY UR SO RIGHT XNONIE !!!!! also he did the flippin walk of shame that was hilarious to me like plsss 💀💀💀 mans is so self confident that his walk of shame isn't even of shame skxnkwjc but yuh he can come back and take *me* out for dinner whenever he wants :D

the John Walker Scene™ scared me half to death skxkdbdkd but I also kind of lived for that kind of energy from marvel, like it was kind of a shock obviously but it was a good (?) shock?? dunno how to explain it, but it was like how multiverse of madness was a much darker tone than i anticipated as well !!! like there's something abt dark mcu films/shows that really pull me in yk? the mcu always nails humor, but being dark?? SHIVERS. (i think my mouth was open for like the rest of the night after i watched the infamous episode lol like,,, THAT BTCH STAINED AND CORRUPTED THE SHIELD TF)

i have only one thing to say abt capt america and that is ass 😔✨

AHAHHAHA I TRIED HOLDING OUT FOR A LITTLE I THINK BUT EVENTUALLY GAVE IN, BUT R WE SURPRISED?? ofc not (^_-)-☆ i think it was only inevitable tbh like that scene with him in his little community in the forest and he's fighting the deviants and he's in that gray tank top @_@ i mean COME. ON. ur just ASKING for a flood of thirst posts after that move—