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strniohoeee · 7 months

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oooh i have a request. Chris and y/n get set up on a blind date but they’ve been enemies (?? or just like lots of annoyance towards eachother) since high school and haven’t seen eachother since they blew up on yt so it’s been a minute. they try to make the night fun but can’t seem to shake the annoyance but Chris invites her back to his place and she reluctantly agrees. He starts feeling some type of way and yk the rest hehe (SMUTTY SMUT SMUT pls, lots of “baby” “Princess” “always knew you would be such a slut for me” 😇)

Corrival

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is sent on a blind date by her friend, but what happens when she recognizes the guy….will she pursue him, or will she let the memories of her past control her decision🗣️

Warnings⚠️: This is so long I FORGOT WHATS IN IT, but there SMUT🤭

Song for the imagine: I hate everything about you- Three Days Grace

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

“Chloe…IM NOT GOING ON A BLIND DATE” I spoke loudly into the phone

“Stop being annoying, and literally go out! Like give him a chance he’s a great guy” she said on the other line

“You don’t understand my taste….you pick the worst guys for me” I told her putting my laundry away

“I promise you! You’ll be thanking me after this date”she said

“What makes you think this?” I asked her

“Because I know the guy, and he’s really nice. I immediately thought he would be perfect for you” she said

“Fine whatever. What day, what time and what’s the place” I asked her rolling my eyes

“Yayyy! Okay so it’s Thursdays night, over at the restaurant in downtown I can’t remember the name, and at 7pm” she said

“You’re sending me to downtown Boston…ALONE” I asked her

“Would you relax, it's a Thursday at 7pm, and you’ll have the guy to protect you. Also the restaurants called Foxtrot” she said

“Fine, and if this date suck you owe me so much money” I told her before hanging up on her

It was now Thursday, and I was getting ready to meet this mystery man at Foxtrot. The restaurant seemed nice but not anything fancy, probably similar to a chain restaurant . I decided on wearing black wide leg cargo pants with a fitted cropped black shirt that said screw you on the back in red with red screws on the front, and my red and white air Jordan 11 retros. It was simple but it was hot. I flat ironed my hair and did my makeup. I took some pics for instagram, and posted them, and I posted one to my close friends on instagram

“Going on a blind date wish me luck, thanks @chloethedawn 🙃”

I had ubered to the restaurant, and got out Chloe had texted me before I got there, that the mystery man was sitting in the last booth all the way in the back on the right hand side. I went in and told the hostess I was meeting someone, and she allowed me back

I walked towards the back, and all I saw was someone with a hat with their head down, and when he lifted his head, my mouth dropped….. I’m going to kill Chloe.

Flashback

I had just moved to Boston sophomore year of high school, and didn’t have any friends. That was until I met Chloe and Nick who then introduced me to Alana, and then they introduced me to Nicks brothers Chris and Matt.

I became really close with Chloe and then Nick, but Chloe was my best friend. I even considered her a sister. She was always with Nick, so it would always be Chloe, Nick, Alana and I hanging over at nicks house

Slowly I started talking to Matt, and him and I became friends, and I tried to talk to Chris, but he was such a fucking dick all the time.

He was rude to me at school and outside of school. What sucked was that I really started to have a crush on him, and I tried to be as nice as I could. I think he realized I had a crush on him, so he started to be extra mean to me.

Chloe knew how much I hated yet loved him at the same time. She didn’t understand how I could like someone I hated, but I told her my brains fucked up

As we moved into junior year of high school my feelings for Chris never ever went away. In fact they got stronger day by day. I was still hanging out with all them, so it didn’t help that I saw his face every single day

We all had the same lunch, so we all sat together everyday as well. Everything was decent until one day we were chatting at lunch

“How much money to date y/n” Alana asked everybody

“Alana what the fuck” I said laughing at her

“To date four eyes? I’d rather kill myself” Chris said laughing

I think that was the day I truly started to hate myself, and how I looked because the comment Chris made meant he truly took in my appearance before saying anything.

That day was the reason I started to stop hanging out with them. I hung out with Chloe always, but rarely ever with Nick or Alana.

Towards the end of junior year I made a few new friends, and sat with them at lunch. Chloe understood, but she still felt bad that I let Chris words get to me

When senior year rolled around the triplets started to get a following on YouTube, and everyone at the school wanted to be their friend. I still talked to Nick and Matt, but I mainly stood friends with Chloe and Alana.

Senior year I started wearing my hair down, and I got contact lenses. Some boy started to notice me, but Chris was still a dick. He sat behind me in 7th period, and always called me four eyes, or made fun of me to his lacrosse friends who were near us. He would put stuff in my hair, click my hair and poke me. But I just ignored him no matter how much he pissed me off.

After senior year I went to community college, and only kept in contact with Chloe. The triplets started to get even more famous, and we just all grew apart. I went two years of no Chris, and slowly my feelings faded away.

Flashback over

Why in the fuck Chloe sent me on a date with this asshole was beyond me. It had been a little over two years at this point, of knowing nothing about Chris and his brothers.

Seeing him sitting there made me so angry, but nonetheless I walked over, and sat down across from him

“Hi” I said looking at him

“Hey” he said looking up and putting his phone down

He stuck his hand out for me to shake which I did

“Why do you look so familiar” he said after I shook his hand

“You don’t remember me Christopher?” I asked him

“Are you Chloe’s friend?” He asked me

“Yeah, and Alana’s….and I was Nicks….and Matt’s” I said waiting for the light bulb moment to happen

“I don’t recall” he said scratching his neck

“7th period history….senior year” I said looking at him

“Holy shit….youre four eyes” he said all giddy

“Im so glad to see that things never fucking change” I said rolling my eyes

“Sorry. Sorry I meant Y/N” he said shaking his head

“Yup….” I said rolling my eyes

“It’s been so long” he said taking a sip of his Pepsi

“Yeah, and I really wish it stood that way” I said looking for the waiter, so I could order myself a drink

“You left us” he said

“Gee I wonder why” I said smiling at him

“I wonder too. Nick was so sad when you stopped coming around” he said

“You wonder? Let me jog your memory. Junior year, lunch table, you called me four eyes, and said you’d rather kill yourself than date me” I said scoffing at him

“Oh…it wasn’t that serious though” he said waving his hand at me

“Wasn’t that serious…wow Chris you’re such a fucking airhead. Literally nothing has changed since high school” I said as I locked eyes with a waitress and waved her over

“I never meant for it to hurt you” he said

“Yeah well it did” I said crossing my arms over my chest

The waiter came over, and took my drink order, and also took our food order

“So uh…” he said trying to break the awkward silence

“What?” I asked him with an attitude

“I’m not sure what’s the attitude about, but I’ll ignore it” he said

“Christopher I don’t fucking like you, you were such a dick to me in high school, and seeing your face brought back all those terrible memories” I told him taking a sip of my root beer

“I’ve changed you know” he said rolling his eyes at me

“Still doing nothing with your life?” I asked him

“Actually, no. Nick, Matt and I got into the social media game and stood with it. We have over 5 million YouTube subscribers and over 7 million tik tok followers, and we just got back from tour” he said smiling at me, now I felt like the idiot

“Oh….even though I hate you I’m happy for you” I said trying not to smile at him

“Thanks! And how about you?” He asked

“Well um I finished my two years at college, and I’m a makeup artist right now, and that’s about it” I said shrugging my shoulders

“You know I’ve seen your work on instagram. I follow your makeup page. You’re really good” he said to me

“You follow my makeup page” I asked shocked

“Well yeah! I might’ve been a dick to you in high school, but I didn’t hate you” he said in a matter of fact way

“Oh….well thanks” I said, and at the same time our food came out

We started to eat, and not really chatting, just exchanging glances here and there.

“I saw you went to a Nardo Wick concert a few weeks ago” Chris randomly brought up

“Man I didn’t know you were watching me. I wouldn't have removed you off of social media” I said laughing a little bit

“Like I said I didn’t hate you” he said taking a sip of his drink

“But uh yeah I went to Nardos concert” I said

“Didn’t know you liked that type of music” he said

“Christopher…I moved here from New York I love hoodrat music like that” I told him

“I forgot” he said shaking his head

“What’s your favorite song?” I asked him

“Only if we can say it at the same time” he said

“Fine on the count of 1” I told him

“1,2,3 WICKED WITCH” we both yelled

“NO FUCKING WAY” we both said and started to laugh

“Alright Y/N I see you” he said nodding his head

“I guess we do have a lot in common then” I said looking at him

We spent the rest of the dinner laughing and catching up. I was starting to hate that him and I had a lot in common

“Man Chris if you were like this in highschool we would’ve been best friends” I told him

“I was an ass in high school” he said laughing

“You were, but it’s okay you’ve grown up” I said nodding my head at him

He looked at me for a split second like he was contemplating something

“Hey…wanna come to my house?” He said

“Ummm I’m not too sure Chris” I said

“Nick and Matt will be there” he said

“Yeah, but I don’t know” I said back

“Oh come on” he said

“Uhhh fine I guess” I said giving in

The waitress came back with the bill, and Chris immediately took care of it. Wow what a gentleman

After paying we got up and left walking out the door and to the right

“Where’d you park?” I asked him

“Park?” He asked confused

“Do you still not drive?” I asked rolling my eyes

“Nope!” He said all proud

“You really are a loser” I told him laughing

“Do you drive?” He asked me

“Yes, but I Ubered here. My car got totaled a month ago” I said

“Oh god!” He said shocked

“Yeah…drunk driver crashed right into my PARKED car….she was nice too. It was a Kia K5 perfect amount of sport car, and perfect amount of sedan” I said shaking my head

“Damn that sucks. Look who’s the loser now” he said laughing in my face

I rolled my eyes at him, and he ordered an Uber, and we ubered back to his parents house. It was a little after 9 now, and he said his parents would be sleeping, but Nick and Matt would be awake

When we got into his house we heard both boys in Nicks room. Chris walked to the door first, and opened it

“Yooo” he said

“How’d the date go?” Matt asked

“It went well” he said

“What was she like” Nick asked a little frightened

Chris moved back to allow me to enter the room

“NO FUCKING WAY” Nick screamed and ran over to me hugging me so tight

“NICKKKK I MISSED YOU” I said hugging him harder

“Dude I fucked missed you more. How the fuck did you guys land up on a blind date together” he asked

“Yeah yall fucking hated each other” Matt said

“It was Chloe” I said

“Fucking Chloeeeeee. Sneaky bitch” Nick said laughing

“I’m so glad to be seeing you guys again, and I’m so sorry I drifted from you both” I said

“These things happen, but I’m so glad you’re back here” Nick responded

We chatted for a little but before Chris asked if I wanted to go to his room, and I agreed

We went up to his room, and I sat on his bed. He shut the door

“It’s exactly the same” I said to him

“Well we live half here and half in LA, so there’s not much to do here” he said, slipping his sneakers off. I did the same

Chris and I were sitting on his bed just talking and laughing

“You’re so pretty” he said

“Thank you Chris” I said blushing

“You’ve always been pretty, but now you’re just so mature, and it’s hot” he said

“You know I used to like you in high school, and I thought you were so hot, but now….youre like a Greek god now” I told him

“Oh baby…don’t boost my ego” he said laughing

“It’s the truth…I don’t know your face not just looks more carved out, and you just got this look in your eyes now” I said staring at him

“ IM A MAN NOW” he said smacking his chest

“Oh god” I said laughing at him

“I’m just kidding baby” he said laughing with me

“I really want to kiss you right now, and I’m not sure if I’ll regret this or not” I told him looking down at his lips

“Come on princess, come kiss me” he said raising his eyebrows

I leaned forward, and started to kiss Chris. All those feelings I had for Chris in high school came rushing back. I felt like I was making my 16 year old self proud.

Chris slowly started to slip tongue into our kiss, and it became such a hot make out. Our tongues fighting for dominance and our teeth clanging together. As I pulled away I pulled Chris’ lip lightly

“Fuck baby that was so hot” Chris said looking at me through half lidded eyes

“Are you down to fuck” I asked him

“I’m down if you are, but this isn’t why I brought you here, and don’t feel forced to do anything you don’t want to” he said to me

“Chris I have wanted to fuck the shit out of you since I was 16….I AINT BACKING DOWN” I told him

“Oh princess I’m about to make your dreams come true”

He said

I got up and straddled Chris’ lap immediately smashing our lips together. Nothing but teeth and tongue as I started to grind down onto him

I pulled my shirt off, and unclipped my bra allowing my breast to fall free. Chris took his hat off tossing it to the right, and then pulled his shirt immediately connecting our lips again

“Fuck baby” he said pulling away and kissing my neck down to my chest, and then taking one breast into his mouth while massaging the other one

“Fuck Chris” I moaned out throwing my head back

Chris looked up at me with lazy eyes, as he moved to the other breast. Swirling his tongue around my nipple

He then started kissing down the valley of my breast, and lifting me up to kiss down my stomach.

With a flat tongue he licked from my stomach all the way back up to the valley of my breasts, up my chest, to the side of my neck, and then immediately met my tongue in another sloppy make out session

“God Chris you’re such a fucking slut” I said moaning

“Only for you baby” I said as he kept massaging my breasts

He let me stand up so I could remove my pants and under wears for him

My pussy was at mouth level to Chris, and he pulled me in closer lifting my left leg up to go over his shoulder, and immediately attached his mouth to my pussy

“OH FUCK” I said pulling onto his hair, and trying to stabilize myself

Chris was lapping at my pussy like it was water, and I was trembling barely able to moan because I couldn’t even believe what was happening right now

His nose was bumping against my clit in a way that was making my knees weak

“Chris I’m going to fall over” I said pulling his hair harder

He pulled away, and his mouth, nose and chin was covered in my arousal

“I need you so badly” I said rubbing my hands through his hair

“Whatever you want princess” he said

I got onto the bed, and Chris took his jeans and boxers off immediately hovering over me

“You gotta be real quiet princess” he said

“I promise Chris I’ll be good” I told him nodding my head

Chris make me like his palm so he could jerk himself off before fucking me

Chris was kind of leaning back on his knees, and he had my legs draped over his thighs. He thought his cock to my entrance and slowly started inserting himself into me

“Fuckkk” I whimpered as he slid all the way in

“Fuck baby you’re so tight” he said rubbing his hand from my stomach up through the valley of my breast, and lightly wrapping his hand around my throat, but not squeezing me

He started to thrust into me and good thing he didn’t have a traditional headboard because everybody would’ve known we were fucking

“Oh Chris” I moaned shutting my eyes

“Fuck baby you’re taking me so well” he said as he kept thrusting into me

His hips were smacking into me and his dick was hitting every single spot

“I need more” I moaned out

So Chris started pounding into me harder and faster, moaning and grunting and sweating. God this was so fucking hot

He snapped his hips into me, and I swear his dick kissed my cervix

“CHRIS” I yelled out

He immediately put his ring and middle finger in my mouth

“Shhhh baby” he said thrusting into me at a harder pace

“I always knew you’d be such a slut for me” he said as I sucked on his fingers and moaned around them

“Is my princess going to cum?” He said

“MHMM MHMM” I said around his fingers

“Good come on baby, cum for me” he said as he brought his other hand down to rub my clit

I was moaning on his fingers and thrashing around

Within seconds my hips came off the bed and my body started to shake as I came so hard on Chris’ dick

I was whimpering and trembling as he helped me ride out my high

He took his fingers out of my mouth and then pulled out of me. Taking his cock into his hand and jerking himself off

“I’m gonna cum” he said

Suddenly his jaw fell slack and his lower abdomen twitched, he came all over my stomach

“Fuck fuck fuck” he said as he came

We caught our breath, and he put his boxers back on, and ran to his bathroom to get tissue to clean me up

He came back and cleaned me up, and I slid my underwear back on, and he gave me one of his shirts to slip into

“God Chris….who would’ve known you were such a slut” I said as I laid down in his bed

“What’s crazy is my body count is only 1, well 2 now….you brought out the slut in me” he said laying down next to me and looking at me

“If there’s more of that, then I want it” I said

“You can have whatever you want baby” he said kissing me

Suddenly my phone started to ring, so I got up and walked over to grab it. It was Chloe and she was blowing my phone up

“Hello” I said as I put the phone on speaker

“BITCH WHAT THE FUCK YOU NEVER ANSWER ME I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED” she said yelling at me

“Im sorry…..we were busy” I said to her

“Busy doing what….” She said

“We were fucking” Chris yelled across the room

“CHRISTOPHER” I yelled

I took Chloe off of speaker

“Chloe I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and explain everything, but for right now I gotta go” I said and we hung up

“Come on baby, come lay with me” he said patting the side next to him

I ran over and laid with him, and we eventually fell asleep.

The End

Ouuu chile this was a lot to write, I really enjoyed writing this so whoever requested this I hope you enjoyed 🥰

-J💅🏽

A/N: I’m a cancer🦀

#sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #Christopher sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #smut

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guillotinebypierre · 7 months

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This is a direct continuation of the last story.

3rd Person POV

Following the events of the night prior, Y/n had decided to just not go to sleep at all. Spending his night working out and drinking excessive amounts of energy drinks and coffee, he went to work with bags under his eyes and laser focus.

His job starts at 6 in the morning. Y/n was, much to the surprise of most people, the head cook in the kitchen, having worked his way up the ranks incredibly quickly due to his (sometimes) otherworldly skills, incredible adapting nature and organised way of handling things. He always starts by cleaning everything, as he believes a clean environment is key to being focussed and efficient with your work. After making sure cleanliness isn't an issue, he starts off by prepping the ingredients: cutting vegetables, seasoning everything, refilling and restocking what needs to be restocked and refilled.

The first customers normally arrive at 8 in the morning, mostly rich people, who aren't necessarily celebrities, that just want some breakfast. To him, the real work doesn't start until midday, as during that time most idols have their break and enjoy a nice meal at the restaurant. It was at this time that he started seeing familiar faces.

He was greeted by Karina and Giselle of Aespa, with whom he was really close, in addition to a few actresses that specifically requested to sit near the window that looked into the kitchen and offered the chance to talk to the cook himself.

He also saw Yeji, someone with whom he had been texting pretty much every minute following the events of the night prior. Behind her walked in a sulky figure with a black face mask and bucket hat. She had shoulder length hair, not that Y/n had needed any other indicators to help him figure out who Yeji had walked in with.

The pair had ordered their usual meals as take out, probably due to the fact that at least one of them wasn't exactly in the mood to go out of the house, having come to the restaurant only due to hopes of meeting Y/n.

Y/n, however, wasn't having any of that and excused himself to the staff room for the time being. It wasn't that he was scared, more like he had plans for the evening and he was not in the mood to get those plans tempered with. He took his phone out as he felt an all to familiar buzz coming from it, indicating that someone had sent him a message. He opened up the messages app and saw that he had multiple unread chats.

Yeji

>Y/n where are you? Didn't you say you had work today?

>Look, I'm sorry for this, but Ryujin literally fought her way out of the car to join me. She hasn't taken your choice that well and is still hanging onto the idea of you forgiving her for playing with your feelings :/

Rina Noona<3

>Heyyyy Y/n~ We just arrived back at the company, thank you for the food😚

>Ning and Minjeong were really mad that we didn't take them with us but they said something about going later. Will you still be working tonight ?

>I really want to spend some time again, just the two of us you know? When do you have time, please let me know!

He wrote her a quick reply back, smiling at her message while doing so

Y/n

Heyy Noona! I'm happy you enjoyed the food🫶🏼 Tell Ning and Minjeong that I'll be out today since I have a meeting in the evening but I'll be working the full shift tomorrow again and I'll gladly take their orders then. I also really miss going out with you, I'm actually free the whole next week, so just let me know what day works best for you :) Send Ning, Gi and Minjeong my best wishes, ttyl :)) <

The last message was the one he had actually intended on answering first, seeing as it was the most relevant one.

Taeyeon🤍

>hey Y/nn~ hope work is all right today. I can't wait to see you tonight, I missed you a lot :( Hope this can make the last few hours a bit more bearable

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The look on Y/n's face changed from confusion to a visible blush covering both his cheeks as he opened the image to find a picture of Taeyeon sitting on a chair while getting her make up done, only covered by a small towel that left little to the imagination.

He was pulled from his thoughts as one of the waitresses walked into the room and asked for his help with a dish. He hastily replied to Taeyeon before putting his phone away and getting back to work, thankfully without having to interact with neither Yeji nor Ryujin.

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The day continued more or less the same for Y/n, with the restaurant picking up steam towards the evening as more and more people came in and the kitchen got more hectic. His phone continued blowing up with messages, most of them from Taeyeon who either sent him more soft nudes or sent him risky texts with the goal of making his last few hours at work, literally, harder.

He checked his clock regularly until it finally hit 6.30 in the evening and he took aside his most trusted sous chefs and gave them one last run down on how to deal with everything from nasty customers to a fire in the kitchen. He appointed two of them to cleaning the kitchen, jokingly threatening to fire them if they didn't do their job properly before making his way out to the sound of his coworkers teasing him about his 'date'.

Y/n decided to walk towards the SM building, seeing as it was only a twenty minute walk and he could use the extra steps given the fact that he didn't go to the gym that day. With music blasting through his ears and the cool weather sending pleasent shivers done his spine he walked until finally reaching his destination.

He looked around, not sure what to expect as he never asked Taeyeon what car her manager drove. He sat on a bench near the entrance and as he was about to call her, a black mercedes pulled up in front of him. His first thought was that he was being kidnapped until the windows rolled down and he saw a small but stern looking woman starring at him.

"Are you Y/nn?", she asked.

"Y/n, but yeah thats me", he replied while smiling awkwardly at her

"You're somehow more handsome than Taeyeon described, hop in.", she said while looking him up and down.

"did she just check me out?", he thought to himself while walking towards the back door and opening it.

"So manager noona where are we going?", he asked trying to ease the tension.

"Taeyeon asked me to drive you to the hotel she's staying at. The original plan was for you to go to her house but that's too far and she has rehearsals tomorrow.", she replied while looking at the road.

"Oh-"

"Just relax, I'll tell you when we get there.", she said before closing the small opening through which they had been communicating.

--Y/n POV--

I looked out of the window for most of the ride. The beauty of Seoul never failed to amaze me. In the beginning it was quite hard for me to adapt to it, it was a completely new country after all. Learning the language was even harder, not to mention finding a place to stay. Thankfully, that recommendation by my professor and my experience working in restaurants helped me a lot with finding work and subsequently a place to stay.

These past few weeks have been a wild ride, to say the least. The more I think about last night, the more at ease I am. At the end of the day it was never meant to be, and maybe finding closure will help me find my luck with someone else. Maybe Taeyeon is that person? Would be pretty funny. I always liked older women, maybe she is the one.

I subconsciously smiled at the thought of Taeyeon as we slowly but surely made our way past the KSPO Dome, the place where the show would be held this weekend. My mind wandered towards the concert, the 'private show' Taeyeon talked about. I couldn't stop mind from going there, my pants becoming tighter by the second as I thought about what she had possibly meant by that. I checked my phone for the time. It was 7.45 in the evening. Taeyeon said she'd be finished by 8.30, meaning that I'd probably have to stay a bit on my own before I'd see her. My phone buzzed, leading my mind into thoughts about the pictures she had sent me earlier. I once again found myself thinking about-

"Hey lover boy are you going to get out or do I need to tell Taeyeon her boy toy was too mesmerised by some pictures on his pho-"

"Alright alright I'll get going, my bad manager noona", I cut her off before opening the door and getting out.

"Hey pretty boy!", she called me as I walked towards the hotel.

"Yeah?", I turned around

"We need her at full force tomorrow, please don't go too hard on her and don't hurt her with your....weapon.", she said while shifting her gaze towards my crotch.

I blushed as I turned around and walked towards the reception.

The hotel was very bougie, incredibly luxurious. I know that's rich coming from someone who works at the place I work at, but still, even for my standards this was crazy. My gaze wandered towards the decoration, asking myself how many night shifts I'd have to work extra if I were to accidentally break something here before I heard the receptionist calling me.

"Hello, how may I help you ?", she asked while smiling at me

"Hi, I'm here to see Taeyeon-noona, she said she'd have a reservation or whatever for a visitor under the name Y/n ?", I said to her while smiling.

"Can I see your ID ?", she replied while looking me up and down.

'Whats up with women today checking me out in such obvious ways'

"Here you go, this is the card to get into her suite. She really didn't do you justice with her description, you're even better looking than what she described you as. Her room is room 9, it's part of our VIP suites at the top floor.", she said as she handed me a black card with the letters 'VIP' engraved onto it.

I thanked her before making my way towards the elevator. I looked at the pad before pressing the button with the largest number on it. The elevator rose as soothing music filled my ears. My body relaxed as I now knew I didn't have anything to do except waiting for the next hour or so.

A loud *ding* took me back to reality as the golden doors of the elevator opened and revealed a fancy looking hallway, guarded by security. I gave them my card as they checked some kind of list before finding what I assume to be a message left by Taeyeon and letting me through. I walked around the hallway, taking in the red carpet, the expensive paintings and decoration before standing still in front of a large marble door with a golden nine on it. In front of the door was some kind of pillar with a touchpad on it, a small box in Korean telling me to put the card onto it to open the door. I held my card against it, the door suddenly making a clinking noise as if it were a safe.

I pushed the large door open, taking in the sight in front of me. I walked into the suite, seeing a large living room area that was larger than my own apartment. It housed a gigantic TV, an unnecessarily large couch that resembled a queen sized bed and a coffee table on which I could recognise a few od Taeyeon's favourite books and magazines. I walked a bit further and found a kitchen, made up of a stove, an oven and a fridge and freezer, a sink and lots of cabinets.

I walked over and took a look into the fridge, seeing a few ingredients sitting there.

"Did Taeyeon buy these?", I asked myself.

I continued walking around before entering the master bedroom. It looked like something straight out of porn. Heart shaped bed with a fucking pole in front of it, fluffy, cheap, pink handcuffs sitting on the drawer next to it, candles all over the room and rose petals laying all around the room. There was a box with chocolate and strawberries laying on the bed and a bottle of extremely expensive champagne and two glasses next to it.

I walked around a bit more, finding the bathroom. It was also filled with lit candles and a bubble bath full of rose petals.

As I walked out of the rooms I soon realised that the whole suite was bathed in a jasmine scent. I shook my head as I realised that literally everything in here was an aphrodisiac which made it pretty obvious what my 'private show' was going to be.

*click*

"Hello? Y/n are you here?", a tired Taeyeon shouted as she entered the suite.

She took off her sneakers, kicking them off somewhere near the entrance before dropping her bags too and walking inside.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the candles around the countertops, the living room area and the moonlight that was shining through the large window.

"Y/nn? Reception told me you're here, no need to act all mysterious now"

"Hey Taeng, how was work", he said as he walked past her with two plates of food and two wine glasses.

He sat the food on the table before walking over, kissing her and taking her jacket off. Y/n led her to the table before pulling the chair back and helping her sit on it.

"What's with the look, you make it seem like you've seen a ghost.", Y/n joked as he sat down.

He popped open the bottle of expensive wine he had room service bring up before filling their cups.

"Y/nn what is this?", Taeyeon said while a smile formed on her face.

"What? Don't you like it?"

"I love you- it. I love it. But what did I do to deserve this kind of treatment?"

"Well apart from releasing great music for the past, like what, decade? You've been working really hard and it doesn't take a scientist to see how stressed you are, I just wanted to do something nice to cheer you up-"

Taeyeon leaned over the table and kissed Y/n passionately.

"You really want to make sure you get that private show, huh?"

"This is all just to smitten you, noona. I could get that private show right now if I tried a little."

"You're way too cocky for your own good, Y/nn", she replied while rolling her eyes.

She turned her attention towards the food in front of her before cutting it up and eating.

"Y/nn did you cook this?"

"Of course, did you think the dirty apron was just for show?"

"Shut up I just imagined you asked room service."

"Noona be serious we both know their cooking would never in a million years be halfway as good as mine."

After eating Y/n took both plates to the sink and started washing the dishes while Taeyeon went to her room to change.

He was just finishing putting away the cutlery when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and someones face make its way to his back.

"Are you finished?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Good."

Taeyeon spun him around before kissing him, her arms interlocking behind his neck and pulling him down. Y/n's put his hands on her hips as the two swayed lightly.

They eventually broke off, a string of saliva connecting their mouths as she whispered against his ear

"Good, because I want some dessert"

Taeyeon dragged him off by his collar before slamming the door shut and pushing Y/n onto the bed.

Taeyeon turned around, an array of candles and incenses lit behind her , as she grabbed a remote and turned on red LED lights.

It was then that Y/n saw what she was wearing, a black see through nightgown with a matching black lingerie set underneath. It contrasted her skin and hair.

The red lights bounced off her body, highlighting her silhouette while making her every move seem sultry and sensual. Y/n could only stare in anticipation as she swayed her way towards the pole in front of him.

Taeyeon winked at him before dropping the nightgown on the floor and kicking it away. Her hands moved across her body as she started walking around the pole, her arms now grabbing it. Taeyeon suddently sank, her ass bent over towards Y/n as he could make out her labia from her see through panties.

Taeyeon continued by moving her body sensually across and around the pole, giving Y/n a show as she slowly started taking off her bra and panties, throwing them at her lover.

As her show came to an end she slowly walked over to Y/n before crawling onto the bed and taking out a blindfold.

"Settle down now", she whispered in his ear while slipping the blindfold around his head and over his eyes, "and remember, I'm the one in charge. Let your noona take care of you."

A sudden noise made Y/n jerk up involuntarily as he felt something tighten around both of his wrists, restricting his movement and tying bim to the bedpost.

"Taeng these cuffs are cheep as fuck, you know I can break these, right", Y/n said jokingly while jingling the handcuffs around his wrists.

"You can but will you want to?"

Y/n laughed but it quickly turned into a groan as he felt and heard Taeyeon rip open his shirt, throwing it aside before taking off his pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

She slid down his body, her fingers sending a pulse through him wherever she touched. It was always like this when they were together: she'd sweep in like a storm, whipping the waves into a froth as he tried to keep his head above water.

But why should he fight it? Why not drift in her wake, even if it was just for tonight?

Taeyeon pressed her lips to his stomach, leaving a trail of languid kisses further and further down, her fingers tracing lines along his thighs. Y/n shuddered, feeling himself throb as she brushed against him, and let his mind slip away.

Y/n moaned when she took him in her mouth, her movements torturously slow as she licked him along his length. He shivered, his senses in overdrive.

Taeyeon took her time in getting reacquainted with him and his body, whispering things that made his head spin and heart race. She had never had much patience when it came to sex, always eagerly getting lost in the frantic throes of passion, mostly due to her wanting to get rid of her own stress, but this time something felt different.

He held his breath as Taeyeon picked up her pace, letting him hear what she was doing to him. Y/n clenched at the sheets behind his head, careful not to break the cuffs. The wet sounds she made drove him wild, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Y/n gasped, and Taeyeon took it as a cue to slow down and replace her mouth with her hands, letting him get himself under control.

"Shit, Taeyeon." Y/n let out a shaky breath, pitching his head back into the pillow and letting his body unwind. He pulsed in her hand and she made a throaty sound, leaning her weight on his chest as she raised her lips to his ear.

"You'll finish when I'm done with you," she whispered, nipping kisses down his neck and collarbone. "But until then, you'll do exactly as I say."

Y/n nodded eagerly, drinking in the warmth of her body as she pressed against him. He felt her hand slip between them, playing with herself as she told him how wet he'd made her, and what she'll be doing to him.

Y/n throbbed with need for her, returning her kisses with all the hunger he felt in his body, and Taeyeon took it all greedily.

"I want you to taste me," Taeyeon said, her breath on Y/n's ear as he melted against her. She slipped two fingers into his mouth, and he sucked at them, tasting her as she pressed into his tongue.

Y/n groaned when she slid them out, and Taeyeon laughed, "There's more where that came from, Y/nn."

She gripped his jaw lightly, straddling his torso as she lowered her breast to his mouth. Y/n took his time, sucking at her nipples and pressing with the flat of his tongue, delighting in the way that she gripped her fingers in his hair and shuddered above him. He lavished her with attention, lost in the motion of her pleasure as she squeezed her legs around him, content that she'd chosen to spend tonight with him.

Y/n breathed heavily when Taeyeon pulled herself away, her own breath shaky as she spoke.

"Are you ready to taste me again?"

"God, yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, noona"

*slap*

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mommy"

"Good boy"

Taeyeon climbed up to sit on his face, pressing her sweetness into his mouth and tongue. Y/n moaned into her, already lost in her heady scent and taste, her soft sounds of pleasure driving him wild.

"This is where you belong, worshipping me," said Taeyeon, running her hands through his hair, and Y/n moaned his assent.

"None of those other little whores you fuck know how to deal with you. None of them can please you like I can."

He licked and sucked, his breathing picking up pace as she ground herself into him. Y/n kept his tongue wide, letting her use his mouth however she pleased, and Taeyeon clenched her thighs tighter around him, running her fingers through his hair again before pulling off the blindfold.

Y/n watched her from below, a sense of dreamy pleasure passing across her face as she squeezed her breasts and rode him.

"You make me feel so good," she encouraged, her eyes meeting his own. "Yes, just like that."

Y/n could feel himself throbbing as she used him and took her pleasure, and he couldn't look away from her eyes as they shone with desire. He would do anything to make her feel good, to keep her feeling good, as long as she looked at him like that.

"Fuck," Taeyeon managed, her face flushed as she shuddered and climbed off him.

Her breathing came fast and shallow, and she threw her arms around Y/n as she planted kisses along his neck and mouth, tasting herself on his lips.

Her hands moved down his body before she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed, humming excitedly.

"Did you miss me?" Y/n asked.

"You could say that," said Taeyeon, straddling his waist. She brought her face close to his, locking eyes as she slid down onto him, his breath catching in his chest as she clenched his bicep for purchase. She let out a soft moan when he bottomed out into her, and shifted her hips to adjust to his thickness.

Y/n moved inside her, tasting her lips in a blur of pleasure as they kissed. Taeyeon squeezed around him, bucking her hips as she rode him, lost in the throes of passion.

She freed his hands from the cuffs, and Y/n stroked her skin wherever he could, her smoothness a revelation to him. Taeyeon pressed into his grip, rolling her hips with him as they came together and chased their beating hearts.

Being with Taeyeon was like grabbing a live wire or a bolt of lightning and holding on for dear life. Her skin was electric, sending every bit of him tingling as they breathed together, locked in their rhythm.

Y/n slid his hands to her hips, guiding her into his thrusts as he picked up the pace, unable to wait any longer. He pressed his thumbs into her flesh and she shivered, clenching around him as she ran her fingers through his hair and over his chest.

Taeyeon wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and leaned her forehead against his, meeting his eyes. Her gaze was deep with meaning and Y/n felt as if he'd been swept away, his mind jumping to old hopes and habits as if he'd been born to it.

He lost himself in the rush, the sound of his name on her lips as his senses shivered with mounting pleasure.

"Ruin me, Y/n," she whispered — or screamed, he couldn't tell anymore — as she came undone around him, and those three little words were nearly on his lips before he gave himself to abandon, cumming inside of her and releasing every last drop of semen he had story in his body.

Taeyeon breathed heavily, her breasts expanding on her chest as it rose and fell again, her pulse so fast that she thought her heart was about to shoot out of her. Her hair was messy, it stuck to her forehead. Her skin was glistening with sweat while her legs felt like jell-o.

Taeyeon's entire lower body felt sore and sticky, a large puddle of white liquid having formed between her legs where she had fallen asleep. She looked over and realised her tossing and turning had woken Y/n up.

"What- what time is it?", he yawned while stretching.

"It's five in the morning. I need to go to the venue in like two hours. You can continue sleeping..."

"Or..?"

"Or you can join me in the bathtub for a bath?"

"Lead the way, Taeng."

Taeyeon slowly made her way towards the bathroom while holding Y/n's hand behind her.

"The slap still stings, by the way."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me-"

"I know what came in you."

"Do you want to get slapped again.", Taeyeon threatened before Y/n slapped her ass.

The pair soon got into the bathtub. The water was still warm, curtesy of the jets and heater of the tub. The room was still filled with aphrodisiacs, which made it almost impossible for the two to keep their hands off each other. It didn't take long before a heavy make out session was started.

Taeyeon sat on Y/n's lap, grinding on him and making the water overflow, not that they cared about it at all. Her fingers dug into his back as he left hickeys across her body.

Things were getting heated and, unfortunately, had to be cut short.

"Y-Y/nn MHHH I think we should sTOP here."

"Why noona"

"I have to be there in a bit more than an hour and if you fuck me again right now I will definitely not be able to do the choreo properly."

"But noona-"

"No, I promise I'll make it up to you tonight. You'll even get another private show."

"Alright fine."

"Love you", she kissed him before getting out of the bathtub and getting dressed.

The week passed quickly, with Y/n working full shifts and spending the rest of the night with Taeyeon. His phone kept buzzing as a certain someone tried reaching him, but he just turned it off and asked his coworkers to call his work phone if they ever needed something.

The weekend arrived in a blur and Y/n finally saw Taeyeon's concert in person, from a VIP position. A lot of idols were present, a lot of his friends and people he'd rather not have seen.

The show was fantastic, and aside from greeting and talking to a lot of his friends, Y/n got pulled by Taeyeon into an empty staff room at the end of the show for a preview of his own private show he'd be receiving later that night.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the confrontation he had been avoiding all this time was soon going to catch up to him, forcing him into an incredibly uncomfortable situation.

*You have one missed call*

*sobs*

"Hello? Is this Y-Y/n? Look, I know why you hate me, and I also know why you're avoiding me but I STILL LOVE YOU Y/N.

'What is she doing, Yeji'

'YAH RYUJIN YOU'RE DRUNK STOP CALLING PEOPLE'

Y/N PLEA- PLEASE JUST CALL ME BACK."

*the call has been disconnected*

to be continued

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpopfap #idol x male reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #itzy ryujin #taeyeon #snsd #sm entertainment #girl group smut #femdxm

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faultlessheart · 7 months

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Dating Strahm HCs, please? ♡

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

was literally kicking my feet & giggling waiting for someone to request something w strahm

(idk if you want nsfw…..so i’m just gonna throw some in at the end)

pairing: peter strahm x gn!reader

warnings: not much?? spanking and sex

☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . °☆

idk i hc him as like super jealous

i mean everyone literally refers to him as a hothead so i can imagine him getting riled up if he even thought someone was looking at you

he brings his work home with him a LOT. it’s very frustrating for you, but you know he’s probably even more frustrated with the cases he’s working on (maybe there’s a way you can help his frustration……)

he honestly always has to be in control, no matter the situation. cuddling? he’s the big spoon, he needs to hold you and protect you from everything the terrible world has to offer. getting out of the car and walking somewhere? he’s holding your hand tighter than ever and making sure you don’t end up behind him, out of his line of sight

as focused as he is on work, i can see him being the biggest mushball when it comes to dates.

like…if he has downtime at work (well…he’s actually supposed to be doing paperwork) he’s looking up different restaurants and places you might like so he can plan his next date with you

speaking of, while they are few and far between, when he does plan a date, it’s SO romantic

im talking him wearing a tux, candles (whether it be at dinner or in a bath afterwards…..) and him just being the utmost gentleman

whenever he cooks dinner for you guys, his specialty is any sort of casserole

like idk they’re not super hard to make and there’s so many variations of them so i feel like this and diff pasta dishes would be his go to’s for when he wants to cook for you

CONSTANTLY talking about you to perez. you and her have grabbed coffee before and she told you that whenever he has the chance it’s “that reminds of me of when y/n and i-” or “y/n did this yesterday, she’s so great” or “you guys went on a date last night? aw! did i tell you about y/n and i’s date where we-”

she loves it tho. bc she does care about strahm a lot. so seeing him happy with someone who’s good for him makes her so excited

(i feel like this about literally every man in saw….) but mans is SASSY

always has a smartass remark to anything you have to say to him

AND always rolling his eyes omg. they’re gonna roll out of his mf head if he doesn’t chill

“peter, will it really make a difference if you leave work at 10 tonight instead of staying until 3?”

you can literally hear his eyes roll over the phone

you get frustrated and hang up (half jokingly)

he calls you back 15 seconds later and you can hear him getting in the car and shutting the door in the background

“happy now, sweetheart?”

(onto the smutty parts….)

everyone says this but i do agree that peter is a soft dom (most of the time….)

is the type to lay you across his lap and make you count how many times he spanks you

“keep counting, darling.”

constantly has his arms wrapped around you while he’s deep inside you

uses his tie to tie your hands together

he’s never super rough, which you don’t mind, he’s loverboy who just wants to make you feel good

his pleasure comes second

which is why he would literally go down on you for days if he could

(he’s came in his pants multiple times solely from pleasuring you)

like i said, he’s so romantic. his hands are constantly roaming your body, telling you how beautiful and perfect you are

doesn’t have many kinks, but i feel like he’d be willing to try a lot of different stuff

#peter strahm #peter strahm x reader #peter strahm headcanon #peter strahm smut #peter strahm imagine #peter strahm hc #saw #saw franchise #saw movies #saw iv #saw v #saw x reader

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harryforvogue · 6 months

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hi this is the first date fic that i deleted out of hatred about two months ago. sorry for that! i won't write a part 2 but due to demands, i'm reposting this. fank u <3 harry and yasmine of course.

***

“I want to take you out,” Harry says while clearing the dishes.

Yasmine looks up at him, alarmed. “I haven't wronged you that much, I’d argue.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “No. Out. On a proper date.”

“Oh.” Yasmine frowns. “You don’t have to.”

He puts the dishes into the sink, mentally vowing to do them before they go to sleep. Or just him, if Yasmine doesn’t want to stay over in his room for a second night in a row. He’ll try his hardest to convince her anyways. He’s a master at persuasion, but his girlfriend is also as stubborn as a fucking rock.

“Why not?” He returns to her on the couch, throwing an arm over the back. “You really don’t think I’m romantic? I’ll let you know that I’m great at all that stuff. And when finals begin, we’ll get too busy with grading and studying so I think it’s a great time to do that now.”

Yasmine looks torn, which really perplexes him. “Are you so worried about being seen with me, Yasmine?” he jokes.

“No,” she answers slowly. Too slowly. She looks back at the TV. “It’s just that I haven’t been on a real date like that before.”

“Poor baby. But I haven’t even told you what we're going to do. You might hate the idea.”

“The fact that you called it a real date tells me all I need to know.”

He smiles, the back of his hand brushing against her shoulder. “You’ve never been on something called a real date?”

“I don’t think so.”

She looks so cute, frowning like that. He can’t help it. He leans over and kisses her head. She scowls at him. He doesn’t mind a single bit.

Yasmine doesn’t pull away though. After staring him down with her dark, intimidating eyes, she leans in and rests her head on his shoulder. “Fine. We can go on a date.”

“Don’t make it sound like it’s a death sentence, Yasmine.”

“It depends on where you’ll take me.”

He leans his head on hers. “We’ve never gone to a good restaurant and had overly expensive yet mediocre food? Never went out for dessert either and swapped food. That’s what they do in romance movies.”

Yasmine takes his hand and puts it in her lap She squeezes her fingers around his before beginning to play with his rings. “And how many, on average, romance movies do you usually watch, Harry?”

“Oh plenty. I take notes too.”

“You’ve gotta let me see them sometime.”

He says, “No way. Take your own notes.”

“I don’t watch romance movies. Not as much as you apparently.”

He shrugs. “I’m a man with taste, what can I say? Maybe if you switched out a horror movie with a romance once in a while, you would–”

Yasmine shudders. “I’d never do that.”

“I seriously don’t understand how you don’t have nightmares. The last movie we watched, we literally saw someone get sliced in half.”

“And it was wonderful.”

He gives her a look. “Have you considered therapy?”

“Even more therapy? Give me a break.”

Harry’s arm is completely around her now. She’s left her hair out so it brushes against his cheek. He doesn’t mind that either, enjoying the feel of her soft strands. She usually keeps her hair in ponytails or buns, so he takes advantage and runs his fingers through it.

For some reason, Yasmine immediately feels the need to explain herself. “When I showered this morning, I didn’t dry it so I couldn't put it up.”

Harry shakes his head. “I love when it’s down.”

To this, Yasmine scowls again. “Stop.”

“I can’t stop.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He bites his inner cheek to avoid smiling. “I’m looking at you how I always do.” His fingers trail down, ghosting over her jaw. “Can you give me a kiss?”

Apparently not only has she never been on a real date, but she’s also never been with someone who shows her affection so outwardly. When she gets embarrassed, her defenses immediately go up, hence the blush currently spreading across her cheeks.

“No.”

“No?” He tilts his head. “Please?”

“No.” She looks away. “Go away actually.”

Harry laughs softly, wrapping his other arm around her too. He lifts her up into his lap and tightens his hold, making sure she can’t get away. Yasmine doesn’t exactly push him away, but doesn’t look at him either.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, kissing her head again. “We’re dating. I’m allowed to–”

“You say things like that,” Yasmine interrupts, her face hot to the touch, “out of nowhere. It catches me off guard.”

He laughs again. “Okay. Sorry. I will give you warnings before I say something similar.”

“Good.”

“Yasmine.”

She begrudgingly turns her head. “What?”

“I am going to say something very ridiculously romantic and cheesy. Please brace yourself.”

Her jaw tightens. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Can I say it? Please, oh please?”

She crosses her arms. “Go ahead,” she mutters.

“I think,” he says quietly, twirling her hair between his fingers, “that you are the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. And I’d really really like for you to kiss me.”

Yasmine’s face is so red, Harry wants to laugh once more, but he holds back, watching the words settle around in her head. “I hate you,” she whispers, her hands balled into fists. “You just say things.”

“I do say things,” he whispers back. “Because I want you to know precisely how I feel. I reckon one of us should be good at communication.”

“I am wonderful at communicating!”

“Oh yeah?”

Her lips thin. “Don’t oh yeah me.”

“Does it bother you? Poor baby.”

Yasmine’s eyes are narrowed. She stares at him menacingly for a full 3 seconds before her fingers slide into his hair, and she kisses him so deeply, he’s pushed back into the sofa. His grip tightens around her waist, a smile curling onto his lips. She may not be good at communicating verbally, but her body language gives it all away. She’s just as infatuated as he is. Harry’s other hand holds the back of her head. Fuck, he thinks to himself when she slides her hands down and grabs his collar, pushing herself further into his lap. She pulls away to steal a quick breath and then kisses him again. This woman.

Harry tilts his head back and lets her adjust herself on his thighs, her knees on either side of his hips. It seems like they always fall into this position whenever one of them is over and the other’s place, and if they’re together, he’d very much rather be doing this. No wonder they haven’t gone on a “real date” when this is all they do.

Yasmine pulls off of him, her eyes a bit glazed over but the frown still intact. It’s honestly impressive how dedicated she is to being upset with him. He cups her face. “You like me so bad.”

“I don’t!” she answers breathlessly.

“Are you refusing to go on a date with me because we can’t be doing this in public? Trust me, when I get you home, we’ll do this and so much more.”

She pinches his earlobe. “That’s not it.”

“I’d love to know what it really is then.”

Yasmine looks away, removing her hands from his collar, tucking them into her lap. She sighs and stays silent for some time while gathering her thoughts. Harry only watches her, too mesmerized by the expressions on her face before she speaks.

“I don’t know what to do on a date.”

Harry’s eyebrows raise. “What to…do?”

“Yeah,” she grumbles. “How to be normal.”

“Well, I can pick the first place to go. I actually had something in mind. Something we’d both like.”

She sighs again. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that dates are awkward and so far we haven’t been like that so I don’t want it to sneak up on us.”

Harry smiles. “Yasmine, first dates are definitely awkward. But we’ve been together for two months now. I don’t think there’s any weirdness between us or you wouldn’t be sitting in my lap right now.”

As expected, she immediately goes to roll away. He snickers and holds her down.

“Besides,” Harry says. “I think we get along very well. I just want to treat you to something nice. I didn’t think it would take this amount of convincing just to get you to go to dinner with me.”

“We’ve had dinner together.”

“I most certainly don’t hope you mean at the dining hall.”

“No…” She very clearly does.

He gathers her up in his arms. “Dinner this weekend then.”

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me?”

“I tried that. Now I’m ordering you.” He kisses her softly. “You will have dinner with me this weekend or else.”

She frowns. “Or else what?”

“Or else I will make you watch my favorite movie with me.”

She blinks.

“Of the Star Wars variety,” he finishes.

“No!”

“Yes!”

She starts wiggling out of his hold so he lets her go. She’s on her feet. “You can’t make me!”

“Oh I can and I will.” He shrugs. “Wear something fancy, by way. I’m paying so all you have to do, my frightening girl, is show up and provide me with your company. It won’t be that bad.” He reaches for her hand. “Come on. I know you want to go out with me. I can tell.”

She doesn’t deny it this time. He’s mentioned the date so many times, so she's probably accustomed to the idea now. When she answers, it’s a nod, and when she tells him it’s late and she needs to go back, Harry tugs on her hand until she falls against him and says, “Wanna stay?”

(Yasmine’s glad he asked because there’s no chance in hell she’d straight up give him the satisfaction of asking him.)

***

At night, they’re cuddling in his bed when Yasmine suddenly turns her lamp on and moves to face him. He’s had his face buried in her hair, arms around her tight from behind, ankles crossed with hers. His eyes open when she turns, adjusting his hold.

“Hey,” she whispers.

“Hey back.”

“Are you sleeping?”

“I’m answering, so I guess not.”

“Hmm.” She searches blindly for his hand. He laces their fingers together. “When you say dress fancy, what does that mean? I don’t think I have fancy clothes.”

He closes his eyes. “You remember that one dress you wore a while back? The one that kind had a corset sort of middle?”

The silence that follows is so deafening, Harry opens his eyes to check if she’s fallen asleep. Instead, she’s staring at him with a weird look.

“What?” he murmurs.

“I only own one corset dress. The black one?”

“Mhm,” Harry says. “That one. The one with the sleeves that kept falling down your shoulders. So pretty.”

“I wore it a year ago.”

“Yeah.”

“How the hell do you remember that?”

He smiles. “Remember everything about you.”

“You didn’t even know me then.”

Harry hugs her. “I’ve always known you, Yasmine. You just never looked at me.”

“Oh I did plenty of looking.”

“Looking not ogling.”

“I don’t ogle!”

“Sure. But yes, wear that. With those black heels boots you wear with your dress pants for seminars. And leave your hair out.”

“You have so many demands.”

“Don’t let them fool you,” he murmurs. “I like you just as much in sweatpants.” Yasmine’s silent again. Harry chuckles. “Too much?”

“You are always too much,” she whispers. Despite her words, she snuggles in closer. He kisses her forehead.

Yasmine doesn’t ask him any more questions. She falls asleep against him, still holding his hand.

***

The day of the date comes, and Harry’s gone all out. Currently, he’s standing by her door, bouncing on his heels with anticipation.

He doesn’t even have the time to compliment her outfit and her beautiful hair. Yasmine looks at him and then the flowers in his hand, and then promptly shuts the door in his face. Harry leans against the frame and laughs quietly. “Oh come on! I couldn’t resist it.”

“No.”

“We don’t have to take them with us.” He reaches for the door handle, stepping into her apartment. “I just wanted to see that look on your face.”

He holds the flowers out to her, looking at her pointedly. “Go on. Take them.”

She slowly wraps her hands around the stems and takes them. As expected, her face is flushed with embarrassment. “Thanks,” she whispers.

“You look beautiful,” he continues, sweeping her into his arms. “The dress is just how I remembered.”

Yasmine pulls the dress down a bit. “A little short though.”

“Oh I know.”

“Of course you do.”

Harry watches her set the flowers neatly on her kitchen counter. She turns to him. “You look great too.”

“I know.” Harry’s gone for a more casual look with a black shirt, jeans, and a jacket. He has a hand tucked into his pocket, and he can tell just from how she’s looking at him that he looks damn well better than just “great.”

He holds a hand out. “Are you ready for a wonderful night with just me and you?”

She takes his hand and lets him tug her close. “Yes, however, I’ve thought a lot about it and I can’t agree with you paying for it all.”

“No, Yasmine. This is a real date.”

“I mean it.”

“I mean it too.” He holds her chin. “I really am.”

“We’ll see.”

“Yasmine,” he murmurs. “No.” He bends down to kiss her gently. “Now let's go. We’ve got reservations and I’ve got an Uber waiting downstairs.”

“Oh I can–”

“Which has already been paid for.”

She’s staring dagger at him when he smiles, pulls away, and begins to lead her out the door. When she’s finished locking up, he takes her hand, and starts to walk to the elevator.

“It’s going to be a good night,” he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I promise.”

#i don't remember what i hated so much about it #but i'm not gonna reread it to find out #harry and yasmine #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc #harry styles x woc

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Drunk

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Notes: Underaged drinking, college Au, funny at times

Summary: Wanda goes to her first college party with a few friends. You're the one they call when something goes wrong.

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You were nervous. It was apparent by the bouncing of your leg. Truly, it was more like your whole body was vibrating. Everything felt like it was in high definition. The walls were a pale green, the threads of the furniture stood out, the ticking of the clock was loud.

It was funny how thinking about her made you nervous. It was as if she had been in the room with you. Her hair shines brilliantly to match her smile. You'd listen as she spoke animatedly about whatever it was that she liked. You tried your best to focus on her words and not her lips, but it was a challenge to you.

Loving Wanda made you nervous because you weren't supposed to love her. Not to this extent, at least.

She was your best friend's younger sister. You had known Wanda and Pietro just about your entire life. The three of you were a good group of friends. Being two years younger than you and Pietro mean that Wanda didn't always mesh well with your other friends. She eventually found her own group and started spending more time with them.

The three of you still hung out regularly, but not as much as you did when you were younger. You think that you always had a crush on Wanda, though you may not have been aware at the moment.

" So, ya, I'm just really excited. My first college party."

You frowned as you tuned back into what the red head was saying," Who's going with you?"

She wasn't privy to your dismay," You know the usual girls."

You nodded your head hesitantly, trying to remember their names," Ok, just be careful. Your first time can be pretty overwhelming."

Wanda rolled her eyes," Whatever, you and Piet literally party all the time."

" Yes, but our first time was a mess."

" You're just trying to scare me," Wanda ignored your words.

" She's not. Our first party, I came home with my hand fractured. And by the end of night, Y/n had traded all her clothes for duct tape armor."

" It was way less fun to take off than it was to put on," you chimed in.

Pietro gave his sister a stern look," Just be careful, sestra, and call Y/n if anything happens."

" Why me?"

" Because unlike you, my dating life is flourishing. Monica and I have reservations at some fancy restaurant she wanted to go to. I'm planning on making it official tonight," he smiles brightly as he speaks.

" My dating life is fine, but I'm happy for you."

" Whatever you say Y/n," he turned his attention to Wanda," Be safe. If anything happens, call Y/n. If it's an emergency, you know you can always call me. Have fun, but not too much."

Pietro kissed both of you on the forehead before walking straight out of the door.

" You're having girl trouble," Wanda sounds like she's trying to hold back her surprise.

" Try not to sound so surprised, Wands."

A blush spreads across her face," Sorry, I just- Piet didn't have any issues. If he could find someone as good as Monica, I was thinking that-"

You stop her mid-ramble," I'm just teasing, Wanda. The truth is, I've had a few girls and boys interested in taking me out. I just usually say no."

" Are you not looking for someone?"

You look into her eyes, maybe for a second too long. A shaky breath spills out of your lips," Let's just say that I know what I want and none of them are it. Now, don't you have a party to get ready for?"

She looks at the time on her phone and basically bolts up the stairs. She pokes her head back down the stairwell for a second," We're finishing this conversation later!"

Then she's gone in a flash, leaving you with your thoughts. You weren't lying. There were plenty of people who had hit on you, but you just weren't into them.

The last date you had was months ago with Darcy. Everything had gone well. The two of you actually went steady for about two months, but you just saw each other as friends.

After that, you didn't try with anyone else. You wanted Wanda, and there was no denying it. Your conscience was stopping more than Pietro was. If anything, you knew that he'd approve of you two being together.

The doorbell rang, causing you to get off of the couch. When you opened the door, the girls that you assumed were Wanda's friends were standing there.

You analyzed the group as you felt them do the same with you.

" You're Wanda's friends?"

" You have got to be Y/n," the one with dark brown hairs speaks first, earning a nudge from the blonde standing beside her.

A smirk took over your features," In the flesh, what are your names?"

You step aside to let them in the house. They file one by one.

" I'm Kate," the brunette speaks.

" Yelena," the blonde says shortly.

The redhead doesn't give you an answer. You don't mind pressing her for it.

" And you, sweetheart?"

Her eyes scan over you, and it makes you a little nervous.

" Natasha... sweetheart," she sends a wink your way.

There's a tension between the two. It stays until Wanda appears in the stairwell. She looks amazing. You gulp as your eyes rake her outfit. There's no doubt in your mind that she's going to have eyes on her. The thought makes you clench your jaw.

Her friends whistle as she makes her way down the stairs.

" You look... good, Wands." Your tongue grazes your bottom lip as you speak.

She blushes and that makes you smile," Thanks, Y/n. Are you girls ready to go?"

" Not so fast, let me see your phones," you stop the girls.

Kate is the first to pull out her phone and eagerly hand it to you, it makes you chuckle to yourself. You put your number in her phone, then Yelena's, and lastly Natasha's.

" If anything happens, call me. I don't care what time it is, I don't care how minor it is. If you're too drunk to drive, if you just want to leave, or if some guy is being a weirdo. Anything, and that goes for all of you, not just Wanda."

The girls nod in understanding before heading towards the front door. Natasha, Kate, and Yelena walk out, but Wanda lingers for a moment. She turns back to give you a quick hug, you kiss her temple, similarly to how Pietro did earlier in the night.

" Be safe, I'll hold down the fort."

While she's walking out of the door, you can't help yourself," DON'T FORGET TO CALL, IF YOU NEED ANYTHING."

In the hours that passed, you found yourself switching between watching tv and being on your phone. Nothing too interesting. You had dozed off at some point, at least that what you assumed when you were jolted to reality by the sound of your phone ringing.

" Hello?"

Your eyes shot open as the phone speaker was filled with loud music.

" Hey... hottie, we- we're a little. Whoops, sorry. We- could you just come. Please, hot Y/n. Really, really hot Y/n," Kate's words were barely coming out of her mouth.

" Katie, share your location with me. Can you do that, while we're on the phone, lovely?"

" Mmmm. Ya- ok, I- did I do it," she chuckled as her location appeared on your phone.

" Just sit tight for me, ok, Katie?"

Katie let a vulgar moan slip through her lips," You- you're so hot Y/n. The nicer you are, the mo-more I want you t-to taste my- I think I'm going to puke."

" I'll be there as quick as I can," you repeated into the phone before hanging up.

You shook your head before laughing a bit at the brunette's words. You were quick to hop in the car and drive to the location Kate sent you.

From the outside, you could tell that the party was definitely a level 5 on the chaos scale. The amount of people in the front yard alone, sent a little more urgency in your movements.

4 girls amongst hundreds. How hard could it be? You pulled out your phone and made 3 phone calls. Within 15 minutes, you had assembled a team to help you search for the girls.

" Thanks for these guys. Carol, we're going to have you grab Natasha, Valkyrie you're going to get Yelena, Darcy you'll handle Kate. Everyone clear?"

They nodded.

" Just bring them to the car once you find them. BREAK."

The four of you quickly dispersed. The only thing on your mind is finding Wanda.

You checked outside first. Not really wanting to go inside of the house unless you had. As far as you could tell, she wasn't in the front or the back.

Going into the house almost made you want to give up immediately. There were people from corner to corner. You had to push through bodies just to move. The floor took about 20 minutes for you to search properly. You didn't see Wanda anywhere.

When you got to the kitchen, the population of people was a little less dense. You saw Val struggling to get Yelena off of a table. The blonde kept kicking out her foot every time Valkyrie tried to grab her.

You got close enough to where they could both hear you," Yelena, would you just go with my friend please!"

The blonde turned to you," Oh, this is your friend. I thought she was a kidnapper. Obviously, I did not want to be kidnapped. Ok, strong warrior woman, let us leave."

" I've been telling you I was a friend of Y/n for 10 minutes," Val huffed as she yanked the blonde off of the table.

" Wait! Do you know where I can find Wanda?"

Yelena's eyes squinted and she pointed behind you. Following her gaze, you saw Wanda trying her best to get up the stairs. You took off in that direction, scared that you'd lose sight of her.

Going upstairs at a party like this only led to trouble. You'd stopped it from happening too many times not to have a pit of fear in your stomach. After shoving your way through the crowd, you ran up the stairs.

You didn't bother knocking and started just opening doors. To your surprise, a lot of the rooms were actually empty. The last door you opened is where you found Wanda.

She was sprawled out like a starfish on the bathroom floor. Her head turned in your direction and a wide grin spread across her face.

" Hi."

The way she was looking at you made your heart stop. There was something in her eyes that you couldn't quite decipher.

" Come on, Kate called, so I came to get you guys."

She laughs, eyes not moving from yours," I- I don't think I can stand up."

You shake your head, but nonetheless pick the girl up off of the ground. Her arms lock around your neck, while her legs do the same to your waist. Her head is buried in your shoulder. You can feel her warm breath tickle your neck.

Carrying her out of the party was a trying task, but you were able to manage. When you got to the car, your friends stood, waiting with the other drunk girls.

" Where'd you find her?" Carol asked.

" Bathroom floor. Let's get them in the car."

Natasha was the most coherent, so she sat up front with you, while Kate, Yelena, and Wanda took the back seat.

" Thank you guys for helping me. Lord knows, doing it on my own would have been a pain in the ass."

" You're definitely going to need help with them," Darcy says.

" We'll follow you," Valkyrie chimes in.

You try to stop them," You guys don't have to. I know you probably have better things to do with your night."

Carol snorts," And leave you alone with 4 drunk 20-year-olds, absolutely not. We're coming whether you like it or not."

You smile at your friends," I love you guys. We're headed to the Maximoff's."

They all mutter 'love you' back before getting in their cars. The backseat of your car was loud and vibrant due to Yelena and Kate.

" Y/n," the woman in your passenger's seat said.

You glanced at her briefly before turning your attention back to the road," Natasha."

" Thank you for picking us up."

" It was nothing, you guys can call me anytime. Your safety is important to me."

You hear the girl sniffle beside you," But... you don't even know us. The fact that- that you came is so," she starts sobbing in the middle of her sentence.

" Hey, hey, you're ok. You're Wanda's friends, and by the transitive property you're my friends too. I'll always be there when my friends need me."

" You're- You're so kind," she cried even harder.

" HEY! STOP MAKING MY SISTER CRY," Yelena yelled from the backseat.

" They're prob-bably happy tears, Leny. I know if I was in the fr-ront seat with really, really hot Y/n, I'd be crying too," Kate said dreamily.

You did your best to hold in your laughter. With a quick glance in the rearview mirror, you caught Wanda's eyes. She was already looking directly at you. Her expression was something you recognized, but not on her. Her gaze seemed lustful.

When you pulled up to the house, you waited for your back-up to get there before trying to unload the girls from the car.

Wanda was still convinced that she couldn't walk and wanted to latch on to you. You let her as the other girls were helped by your friends. As much the drunk girls wanted to just crash on the couch, you made them shower and change first.

If Wanda had been on a stranger's bathroom floor, who knows where the others had been.

After the showers, the girls seemed to be ready for bed. The Maximoff's were well off, so the house was pretty big. Wanda's friends slept in her room. While your friends took one of the guest bedrooms close by. They wanted to be able to check on the girls.

You and Wanda were the only ones who hadn't retired for the night. The two of you sat in the living room watching tv as you had done hours ago.

Wanda was close to you. She left no empty space between the two of you. Her skin was touching yours.

" Y/n," her voice was deep when she said your name. You were scared to look at her.

" Ya Wands," you tried to focus on the tv to ignore your heartbeat.

" What do you want?" She said it like it was an obvious question.

" Earlier, you said you knew what you wanted and none of them were it. So what do you want?"

" Wanda," there was a warning edge to your voice.

It didn't deter the woman. She carefully slung her leg over yours to straddle your waist. The ends of her hair tickled your face as she looked down at you.

" I think I know what you want."

Your body feels stiff under hers. Every muscle is tensing, and you don't know what to do.

" You're drunk," you tell her, avoiding eye contact.

" Tell me I'm wrong." Her finger starts in the middle of your chest and trails all the way up until she's lightly gripping your chin. She's forcing you to meet her eyes.

" Wanda, you are going to regret this in the morning. We can't have this talk right now. You're drunk and I'm not. It's wr-"

She leans down so that her lips are close to yours. It stops your sentence in its tracks. You swallow hard, fighting the urge to connect your lips.

" I'm not that drunk, Y/n. I know what I'm doing," her lips brush against yours as she speaks.

It takes all of the strength that you have, but you lift the red off of you and get to your feet.

" I'm going to bed. If you want to talk in the morning, we can do that." Your feet carry you up the stairs, but you stop when you hear Wanda call your name.

You lock eyes with her. A sly smile lies on her lips. " You didn't tell me I was wrong."

You hold eye contact with her for another minute and make your way to the second guest bedroom, which is basically your room. The first thing you do is lock the door behind you. Then you face plant on the bed. Your body is hot from all of Wanda's advancements.

Eventually, your breathing evens out as you fall asleep with the redhead running through your mind.

The next morning, you are woken up by the sound of banging on the door. In your groggy state you open the door, still wiping the sleep from your eyes.

The silence makes you stop wiping your eyes to see who disrupted your sleep. Wanda is standing at the door with her eyes glued on you. That's when you realized you are only wearing a bra and some boy shorts.

You clear your throat, expecting a blush to spread across her face. It doesn't. Instead, her eyes snap to yours, seemingly darker than usual.

" You just gonna stare at me or did you want something sweetheart?"

She takes her time answering you," Can I come in?"

Reluctantly, you let her in the room. She closes the door behind her, and you swore you heard the lock click.

" So..."

" It's the morning," she says, and you know exactly what she's referring to.

You take a seat on the bed and motion for her to sit next to you. She does and waits for you to speak.

" You're wrong," you say simply. You can see her confident demeanor leave as she tries to leave the room. Your hand reaches out to grab her wrist and pull her back to the bed.

" Listen. You're wrong because I think that you think that I'm just attracted to you. I am attracted to you, I mean, you have always been drop-dead gorgeous."

You pause to make sure she's listening to you.

" So you like me?"

" No."

She tries to leave again, but this time you get up to block her path. " You've got to let me finish, Wands. I know you too well to like you. I'm light-years past liking you."

Her eyebrows furrow," Then what are you saying?"

" SHE'S SAYING THAT SHE LOVES YOU!" A voice that sounds suspiciously like Kate's yells from the other side of the door.

Her outburst is followed by loud whispers and shuffling feet. You laugh at the invasion of privacy.

" Is- is that what you're saying?"

You give her a genuine smile," Wanda, I've been in love with you for a while now. I just didn't know what to do. We've known each other so long, and Pietro's like a brother to me. You guys are the most important people in my life, and I was scared to fuck that up."

Wanda's hand caresses the side of your face," I love you too."

Your eyes shine as they peer down into hers. It felt like you had more to say, but then Wanda's lips were on yours. The words were now irrelevant.

Her lips were the softest you had ever encountered. She was certain in her movements. She was certain about you. The sensual pattern in which she kissed you made you feel like you were floating.

You had never known such peace. You had never felt something so right. In this moment with Wanda, you felt like you were complete.

" I want to do that forever," your eyes shot open to look at the beautiful woman in front of you.

" Me too."

There was a knock on the door," I'm glad you two finally sorted things about, but I spent a lot of money on this breakfast."

Pietro's voice sounded from the other side of the door. You could feel the heat rushing to your face.

Wanda giggled at your state and told Pietro you'd be right down. She kissed you one more time.

" Put some clothes on, I don't know if I want everyone seeing what's mine."

" Yours?"

She nods, her hand plants it on your bare stomach. It rubs the area up and down," Mine."

You smile," I don't mind that at all."

You slip on a shirt and some sweatpants. Then the two of you head downstairs. All eyes are on you, when you make it to the kitchen.

" Took the two of you long enough. I mean both to get together and come to breakfast," Pietro smiles teasing at the two of you.

" Don't tease them hard. I mean, it took you entirely too long to ask me to be your girlfriend," Monica shoots back at him.

He pouts," Why must you tease me so, my love."

" Enough sickly romantic couple behavior. Let's eat."

Together you all sat at the table and ate. The smile wouldn't slide off of your face for anything. Here you were surrounded by people that you loved. The woman that held your heart was right beside you. Her hand intertwined with yours under the table. The light chatter made the atmosphere even more warm. This was the happiest day of your life. You'd be having a lot of those now. With this group of people as your friends, and Wanda as your other half, you could see many happy days ahead of you.

#lowkeyerror #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #yelena belova #valkyrie #carol danvers #darcy lewis #monica rambeau #pietro maximoff

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merakiui · 28 days

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MERAAA it’s phantom anon here (・ω・)ノ

lemme just tell you- i’ve been rereading your old works and they never. stop. hitting.

but RABU JADE??!?? OH BROTHER

*pulls up a chair and sits down unceremoniously*

he hasn’t left my mind ever since i’ve read it. he’s quite literally- a leech.

i’ve been thinking of how poor ol’ reader is gonna get out of the predicament they’re currently facing.

(which i will send another ask about cause oh my god the rot in my brain- it’s festering i tell ya)

i def think that jade had some kind of sick pleasure knowing that he was boiling fingers and the like while reader was right. there.

seconds away from checking the pot. inches away from the last remains of the restaurants last dine-&-dash victim

he could have you find out anytime he likes, ‘darling mind stirring the pot for me?’ ‘darling could you help drain the broth from the pot?’ ‘honey how would you like to help me prep for the day- there’s a bag in the freezer i need you to get’

i can see him biting his lip in some, perverse pleasure, as he watches reader scurry around the kitchen doing her thang. checking the pot right next to his. his breathe hitched when you’re about to unmask his… secret.

but with a little ‘whoops’ and a giggle of ‘wrong pot,’ jade’s heart beats a little faster, his teeth clamps a little harder, a bead of blood on his lip as he has to excuse himself.

i think he lays awake in bed some nights, holding reader tightly as he lets his mind wander. how would reader react? would you get nauseous? would you faint? would you yell at him: if so in despair or anger? would you try calling the cops? would you try calling floyd?- his arms get a little tighter at the thought of you in his twin’s arms.

would you try to convince him you didn’t see anything? would you flinch if he tried touching you.

all these scenarios racing through his head- would you help him?

ahhh maybe he gets so shy thinking about the two of you cooking… with love. yes you do it already but this is a different kind of intimacy 🙈

but i also don’t think he was ready for the day to actually come- much rather fantasize about your reactions. because they’re just that- fantasizes

after all, every couple has their secrets. and a bit of mystery always spices up things a bit 🙈

so jade seeing reader as stiff as a brick while in front of his pot had a different kind of thumping in his chest.

(imagine reader trying to distract him with the pregnancy test they tried slipping in the pot HHAHAXHAHA- don’t reader put it in a 2 sealed plastic baggys cause they have a 3 star standard to uphold!!)

YAY!!

ALSO I JDUT SAW ANGELS OF TOBET GOT POSTED SO LEMME JUST SCURRY OVER TO THERE😸😸

Phantom anon, hi hiii!! ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Oh, RABU Jade...... he really does have all sorts of twisted fantasies. >_< you have no other choice but to continue loving him, for he's your darling husband. But the fingers in the pot and Jade's secret are second to the biggest news: your pregnancy!!! <3 aaaa Jade's just so happy. Maybe he promises not to harvest anymore special ingredients so it won't stress you and the baby out. But if you find yourself craving that yummy bone broth with its dubious ingredients, who is he to deny you?

You're definitely going to have to reevaluate your husband after discovering this hidden side. ^^;;; confiding in someone else is dangerous because you have no idea what he might do to them, especially if that person is Detective Ashengrotto. ;;;;; maybe Floyd might have some advice.... :)

AAAAAA OTL I just love RABU Jade!! He's so devious.

#twisted chit chat #phantom anon #i hope you will enjoy reading angels in tibet!!!! <3

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notesfromthepalace · 5 months

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Some Things are Not for Tea Time

My Father once said "... people will hate you [and be jealous of you] because they see you with a new nail set every week, not knowing you do your own nails at home to save money".

Let me explain:

What my Father was trying to convey is people will dislike you over the smallest things i.e. like me doing my nails on my own every Saturday morning to save money (back in my college days), but jealously having an effect on their perception; "Oh she has so much money she gets her nails done every week" - then going into the rabbit hole of assumptions just because they are choosing to dislike me.

Again, as I always say, this blog is for the girls who get it, because if you don't, the first two paragraphs will go right over your head (if it hasn't already) and you will be lost in the sauce the entirety of this blog post.

But for the girlies who get it: the nice, mind your business, your man and money type of girls who stay prayed up but don't tempt me to jump because "knuck if you buck".

Yes, you darling!|

Hey friend!

So, just to be clear, if you did not know: not every woman who smiles in your face is your friend, and not every compliment comes from a place of being genuine.

That being said, not every woman you have conversations with should be privy to every good thing that happens in your life - to include your plans for the future.

I believe I have touched on this subject before but the more and more I vet my social circle and distance myself from certain people, the more and more apparent how important it is to safe guard the things that are so precious me.

Story Time! *Mariah Carey voice

Over the last few months, I have received a vast amount of good news and there have been new things, new investments, and new moves. But recently, certain people have been reaching out to me to inquire about my whereabouts, my love life and so on.

To be quite frank, it is none of their business.

So myself and my African Prince have gone for a holiday in Times Square, met each other's close families and friends and have started to move as one - 2024 is going to be a movie (if you know what I mean).

God has been really great to me and through prayer, and learning to be more discreet with what I am working towards, my dreams and visions are coming to fruition. For example, last year I bought my first pair of Christian Louboutin heels:

I didn't do a "show-in-tell" or an unboxing. No tea no shade to people who do that, I just chose not to. I wore the hell out of these shoes though! The photo above is from my Ghanian Sweetheart taking me to The W in Bellevue for date night. But when I bought the first pair, I told myself that I would have the pumps, this time next year - it's this time next year, is it not?

My African King was literally in my mind. He got me the very shoes that I told myself I would have by December 2023!

There was a time I was doing hair and make-up on the side for some extra money. I'm aware that there are plenty of girls who had my address who may not be the finest company. So I didn't want to post the nice things I had or the nice things my man would do for me before someone tries to rob me - jealous people do that.

I am currently enjoying the Christmas Holiday with my man in our home away from the city and during this time of love and bliss, I received a call from a girl I used to be close with.

She called me on FaceTime - in tears (and inebriated) asking why we don't hangout, how come she doesn't know what's going on in my life, why I don't call her; Then goes on to insult the girls I do hangout with like "you only hang out with your boujie friends, yeah I saw that you went to the Powder Room" - like yeah I did go to the Powder Room (very nice restaurant by the way) because I was invited by a friend to go. Like I have said in previous posts, I frequent high-end establishments all of the time.

Don't get me wrong, a part of me felt bad bad because I genuinely like and care for the girl. But as I was evolving, she would ridicule the changes that she saw and insinuate that I was acting like I was better than her or the other girls we used to go out with.

To put things into perspective, she and I started hanging out when I dumped my ex. And I remember I called her on a Saturday morning and she was surprised, like "What, you're calling to go out with us tonight? We always ask you to come out and you say 'no'".

She was right, I would typically say no, but I didn't want to be one of those girls who sits in their flat and cries because they just went through a breakup. I was ready to go to the club and just be out. I needed to take my mind off of the hurt. So we went to club that night.

But, in my typical Sarah Chanel fashion, I got tired of the club quick. I don't mind it from time to time, in a section with my girlies from back home. But I remember the last time we went to the club, she got kicked out for being drunk and disorderly.

I was low-key cool of the entire situation. I was also going through my own personal evolution and changing what I do, how eat, the places I frequent - just for her to ridicule the changes. That was another reason why I distanced myself. As a friend, I wasn't asking her to do the things I was doing or to change herself; I would've loved her support though. My best friend and I have been friends of over a decade and when I would talk to her about taking my walk with God more seriously, she didn't make me feel bad for it or act weird, even as a person like herself who isn't extremely religious - she supported me from afar, so I know it's not impossible or an extreme ask.

Not to mention she would put me in compromising positions like trying to hook me up with a man that she knew was in a fully committed relationship with another woman, or acting a complete fool in a restaurant and yelling at the waiter.

So naturally I distanced myself. And to be fair, she's not the only person I distanced myself from. Over these last two years, I have seen so much change in my outlook on life, my spiritual life and walk with God, my ideas and interests, my love life and so on.

I am also of the understanding that everyone you meet can not go on your journey, especially if they choose to remain in the same place mentally, that they were in back in 2022 - we are on the brink of 2024, become anew.

Take tips from my blog, it'll help.

And I don't say that to be a mean girl.

I want to see all women, especially young women of color evolve and be of their higher selves. But I can't make the horse drink the water if it doesn't even want to come to the well.

With less than a week left in 2023, leave the need of giving everyone an explanation in 2023 - ITS NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS!

For the girlies who have already been living their lives in luxe and love, keep doing it.

But for the girls who don't know where to start, sissy pooh, start at Notes From the Palace. And will it be lonely someone times, yes. Will your character be questioned by people that you thought were your friends, yes. But will the grass be greener on the other side, YES!

Happy New Year and I pray all of my readers, even the low key haters have a year of prosperity, peace, love and money

With Love,

Sarah Chanel

P.S.

You see that shoe! I almost forgot the most important part. Walk with Jesus, for real. And I will be walking right along our Lord and Father Jesus Christ for the rest of my life because all of the great things I have obtained and will achieve are all in thanks to the Most High! Stay prayed up!

#black women #black women in luxury #luxuriousbw #black women in leisure #black love #happy new year #holidays #christmas #jesus christ #merry christmas #new years resolutions #level up #black femininity #black beauty

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yourdeepestfathoms · 2 years

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Ride the Cyclone Kids and Sleepovers

okay, so i’m gonna do a few headcanons for sleepovers at specific people’s houses (Penny excluded), then general headcanons!

Constance’s house!

Second best place to have sleepovers at

Her parents are SO NICE

Dinner is always THE BEST there

Constance’s little brother sometimes hangs out with them for a bit

You can’t tell me Constance doesn’t own ALL the Just Dance games

So they usually end up having a very fierce dance battle during sleepovers

Constance always gives her bed to someone else, what a sweetheart

They somehow end up binge watching Barbie movies while over at her house

Mischa’s house!

Best place to have a sleepover at because they can do whatever the hell they want in his basement

There’s so much room for activities!

When they go to sleep, they’re usually sprawled out All Over the floor since there’s a lot of space

I feel like Mischa’s basement is the perfect location for playing Twister

Noel’s house!

They can’t be as wild at his house to keep from disturbing his mom, but it’s still really fun over there!

His mom likes seeing Noel hanging out with other kids :)

Catch Ocean out here CONSTANTLY sucking up to Ms. Gruber

Ocean’s house!

Worst place for sleepovers

First of all, it smells like weed and incense, which is just AWFUL

Second of all, her parents are just…really weird

They make everyone Really Uncomfortable

I feel like Ocean’s house has an awesome backyard, though, so they’ll usually hang out outside

Or in her room

She’s always so embarrassed of her house, poor girl

She hides it, though

Ricky’s house!

He definitely owns a Switch, so they’ll usually play games like Mario Kart

Which turns the whole sleepover into a literal WAR (Ocean will pick Rainbow Road Every Single Time)

When over at his house, it’s basically assured that SOMEONE is gonna wake up with a cat on their face

General sleepover shenanigans!

Okay, so, pajamas? (yes, it’s important I provide reference photos, you gotta get the VIBE)

Noel’s got, like, these (fake) silk pajamas, and it’s So Extra

Penny’s in this simple but super cute night gown

Constance has frog pajamas fight me

Meanwhile, Ricky has cat pajamas

Ocean has these weird upcycles pajamas

Mischa is just in some shorts and a muscle shirt

Penny got the Whole Choir animal slippers, and they’re all Legally Required to wear them

Penny has sheep (because of her last name), Ricky has cats (obviously), Noel has rabbits, Mischa has sharks (that look like they’re eating his feet), Constance has hedgehogs, and Ocean has penguins

They all fight over what movie to watch

“Citizen Kane!” “ew, no! we should watch Rear Window!” “i just wanna watch The Lion King 2…” “can we PLEASE watch Encanto” “SAW V!!!!!!!”

Sleepover games? Sleepover games

They do that game where you make the worst concoction of different food/drinks possible and have other people consume it (Ocean almost dies Every Time because you can’t tell me homegirl doesn’t have the weakest stomach ever)

THEY PLAY GARTIC PHONE

Here’s some examples of what they would do from when I played with my own friends

In order of who drew what: Constance, Ocean, Ricky, Penny

In order of who drew what: Ocean, Constance, Noel, Ricky, Penny, Mischa

Noel: Ocean, Kiss, Marry, Kill: Penny, Constance, and Mischa >:)

Ocean: I’m acearo

Noel: Shit my bad

Noel: Ocean, Have As A Lab Partner For A Whole Semester, Be Stuck Inside An Elevator With For Seven Hours, Get Trained By At A Fast Food Restaurant: Penny, Constance, and Mischa >:)

Ocean ALWAYS helps clean up while at someone else’s house (just because she wants the praise from their parents and HAS to be the favorite friend)

Noel: What the fuck are you doing

Ocean, doing the dishes: My part

Mrs. Potts: Ricky, sweetie, why is your ginger friend vacuuming the carpet? How did she even know where the vacuum was??

Ricky, signing: She does that, just let it run its course

Mischa initiates pillow fights

Penny and Ricky would convince the others to make blanket forts with them

Mischa and Noel both like to style/braid the girls’ hair

When it finally falls silent, and they all seem like they’re finally about to go to sleep for the night, one of them will laugh for No Reason and cause all the others to start howling with laughter

If there’s no room on a couch when everyone else is already sitting, Penny will just be like “guess I have to lay on all of you”

And then she lays on all of them

One time while at Constance’s house, SOMEONE yelled for the Alexa to play Roman Holiday and utter MAYHEM broke out after that

Noel and Penny were SINGING

Ricky was jamming out, living his best life

Ocean was DESPERATELY trying to get the Alexa to stop

Constance was like “guys! guys, shh! people are gonna hear you!” (cause hc that the Blackwoods live above the cafe)

Mischa arrived back from the bathroom and was Very Confused

Noel and Penny were using random utensils as microphones and kept trying to get the others to join them (“come on, Mischa!” “this is a spatula”)

Penny, holding a ladle out to Constance: sing it, Constance!

Constance, leaning into the ladle like it’s an actual microphone: i don’t know Roman Holiday

Meanwhile, Ocean was DYING

Ocean, sobbing: Alexa, stop playing Roman Holiday!

Alexa didn’t hear her

Alexa wished for her death

#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone headcanons #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb

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elletheactualmenace · 11 months

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I Love Her

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: A sad ending to an overextended love story.

Warnings: Peters being a dick, angst, allusions to cheating

Word Count: 2.4k

a/n: I mean listen, I might have snuck in some Harry x reader Idk you can take it and see it as you want. Anyways this is only sorta proofread so don’t judge me for my dumbassness. I was listening to Sparks by Coldplay and this idea popped in my brain so I sat down and wrote it in like 40ish minutes. I don’t know what happened. I've had writer's block but my brain literally said sike for an hour. I think my brain only goes out of writer's block when I have a depressing Idea. Enjoy.

You have been ignoring it. You always have. Ever since you saw it, since you felt it. You don’t want to believe it’s real so you pretend it isn’t. You pretend nothing is wrong. But everything is wrong. The pulling away, the less time together. It’s all messed up and not right.

You’re sitting at a restaurant alone again. The seat across from you unfiled. It's empty where he should be. At first you hadn’t mined as much, because you assumed he was late or was saving someone. But now, this hurts. Sitting alone, the waiters and waitresses ask when your date will arrive, and if you want to start with something before he comes. But he won’t come. You learned after too many nights sitting alone in the seat across from the empty one.

So you order and eat in silence, watching other couples happily talking and living the life you want. And when you leave you pay as you should leaving a generous tip for the waiters who had to deal with you and the date that didn’t show.

The second you step out of the resturant in your nice new dress, that you had picked out for this night, the storm clouds rush in and drench you. The rain hides your tears. He promised that this time he would show. And you hoped he was being honest. But you should have never hoped. It’s like he’s toying with you and you can’t do anything but sit back and wait for him to be done messing with you.

You walk in the rain down the street to your shared apartment. You don’t have the energy to call a cab. You also want him to feel bad. At first that was the last thing you wanted, but now you want him to understand that it hurts you. That he hurts you.

You pass by a smaller, less formal, restaurant and from a glance you recognize the people seated near the window. You stop a little away from the window to look inside. It's Harry, Gwen and Peter.They are all laughing at something Peter said. Your eyes trail down to the seats they are sat in. Gwen and Peter are sitting too close for comfort. She's where you should be. Your tear stained face goes numb in the cold. The only visible confirmation that you are alive is your red cheeks and tip of your nose. You wonder what you did to get to this point. Did you drive him away? Did he lose interest? Did he ever have interest?

You sigh, the sinking feeling in your stomach is slowly becoming a friend. Something you know so well, it’s like home. A home you want to run and hide from.

You hear something that peaks your interest. It's Harry. Kind, sweet Harry.

“Hey Pete where's Y/n?” Peter tilts his head. Is he actually thinking about it? How did he forget your date and then go and make new plans with both of your friends? You know what he’ll say though. He won’t remember.

“Umm, I'm not sure, I think she's working. But let's talk about something I know, because I don’t know where she is,” He states, blankly. You see Harry makes a face that looks like he is humming in confusion. But before Harry can ask about it again Gwen starts up another conversation. It's something about Peter's order.

“Well, I know that that order is absolutely-“ You don’t have heart to torture yourself with listening to them.

A bolt of lightning flashes and the sky turns bright for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye you see Harry duble taking. Did he see you? Doesn't matter, you think and continue to walk back to the apartment.

Tonight you crawl into bed sad and gloomy. Peter doesn't get back until you are already in bed and pretending to sleep. You hear him curse as he trips over something. He climbs into the opposite side of the bed. And he faces the opposite way from you. On purpose, you think. You let out a shaky breath and you know he hears it by the way he stiffens. He doesn't move after waiting for him to do something for a couple minutes. You’ll always look out for him, but it seems he won’t do the same. So, you drift off into another dreamless night of sleep.

——

A week later, it is the opening day of the exhibit. You have been waiting for months. Your pictures are going to be in an exhibit at the MoMA. Not for long, just for a couple months, but it's still a huge thing for you. Photography is how you and Peter met. You had been in a class in high school and from there you had become friends to lovers, to whatever it is that you are now.

Photography was a hobby you have kept all throughout college, so the fact you art was a part of the exhibit is amazing. You have planned out for Peter, your friends and yourself to go together and then go to lunch. The plans were made when you got the news, and that was almost six months ago, when your relationship with Peter was going good. Before now.

So, you stand at the entrance, waiting for everyone. Harry is the first to arrive, a smile on his face. You smile in return, giving him a hug.

“Thanks for coming.” You say pulling away from him.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” His words make the ever growing pit at the bottom of your stomach shrink.

You stand outside after ushering Harry inside, insisting that you can wait for the others while he looks around. You stand there for thirty minutes waiting for Peter and Gwen to show. The sinking feeling in you consumes you.

You feel a hand on your shoulder hoping it's Peter and you just didn’t see him. You turn your head to see Harry. He's giving you an apologetic smile.

“I don’t think they are coming, Y/n. Sorry.” He sounds sad himself.

“Oh.” You say looking down in defeat.

“Your work is amazing by the way.” He says trying to lighten your mood. You smile sadly.

“Oh, umm, yeah, thanks.”

You and Harry decide to get lunch like you had planned so you walk to a diner that you and your friends have gone to since college. It's pretty packed, but you two manage to find seats. The conversation flows nicely. And talking to a friend is nice.

“I really liked that one picture you took, what, what was it called? It was all colorful except for that one patch of black and white in the reflection.” Harry tries to describe to you. You puff out a breath of amusement.

“Yes, umm the one with the puddle?” He nods, laughing at himself. You grin at him. “I like that one too.” You agree and take a sip of your drink.

After Harry suggests a walk. You say yes, because it's not like Peter will show. You don’t know where the Peter you fell in love with went. Your heart is his, but as of lately he hasn’t been around to take care of it. You hold on to him, to the idea of him, and the idea that your relationship is fine.

You and Harry stop at an ice cream shop. Hoping to cool off you both walk inside. Harry immediately goes over to the counter to order for the both of you. You stop in your tracks when you see him. With her. They are sharing a milkshake. Such a cliche sight that it makes you want to vomit. What's worse is that the cliche act is not with you. His girlfriend.

In spite of him you take a seat right next to them. Peter doesn't notice right away but Gwen does. She looks scared. Scared she was caught.

“Y-Y/n? What are you doing here?” She stutters out and you visibly see Peter tense when he hears your name, and he turn to look at you. He smiles sheepishly, like he's trying to smooth the situation over.

Harry walks over brows knitted together in confusion. He hands you your ice cream but you put it down on the table. Harry doesn't bother sitting down. Mad at his two friends.

“What have you been up to today?” You ask, trying to understand what was more important than your one special day.

“Umm, me and Gwen planned a day together a couple weeks ago” Peter starts. “We just haven't spent much time together recently.” Gwen finishes. Your laugh caught the two off guard.

“Okay, I see. Your day together was more important than the one and only event I have ever asked you two to come to.” You seethe out.

“What?” Gwen asks.

“Are you kidding me?” Harry scoffs out with a disgusted look on his face. You rest your hand on his arm notifying him that you can handle it. He looks down at your hand with a worried look.

“Oh you know, just the thing we had all planned for four months ago. My art in the exhibit.” You snarl out with anger leaking from every pore of your body.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry.” Peter says surprise. So he has in fact forgotten.

“Sorry, might have cut it when you ditched our date a week ago, and hung out with everyone without me. Or all of the other dates you’ve missed for some reason unknown to everyone but you.” You hiss, and you can see Peter whince. But you continue, not done telling him off.

“Or maybe all the other times you’ve ditched me or forgot about me. I have put up with it up until now. But I'm done trying to talk to you and then you tell me to stop overreacting. But this has gone on for too long.” Harry turns to you and mouths sorry. He looks so regretful. You give him a forgiving smile before you storm out of the shop with the three of them behind you. You get pretty close to the cross walk before you hear Peter say something.

“Y/n I'm so sorry. I forgot-“ Peter stops you by grabbing your forearm.

“You always forget.” You reason back.

“I know what I did was, no is wrong. I just need you to listen to me.” You turn sharply back to face him, waiting for him to continue.

“I love you, I do, but I-, things change and so do feelings. I love you and I always will. I love your touches and your kisses- but I just-“

“You love her more.” Your eyes fall to the ground. Peter's hand loosens around your arm and he lets his hand fall to hold on to Gwen's hand that is behind him. You sigh, tears threatening to fall.

“Yeah,” He confirms in a sad voice. “I love her, I love Gwen so much. I'm sorry you had to find out this long. I'm sorry I lied this long. And that is still no excuse for forgetting, I'm a horrible person.” You want to say ‘I know’, but you don’t.

“Have you two- umm?” You start not sure how to ask. You fight a sniffle.

“No. I wouldn’t do that to you.” You laugh sarcastically a little, you wouldn’t put it past him if they had. Your eyes hurt from holding back tears.

“I guess this is over then, huh?” You ask coldly, gesturing to you and Peter. Peter nods hesitantly. You look to the ground again. Wanting it to swallow you whole. To put this stupid sickening ‘love story’ to an end. You don’t want Peter to leave, but you want the hurt to.

“Yeah. It is.” He confirms.

“I just want to know one thing.” You stop, trying to figure out how to word it correctly. “When did you stop lov- when did you realize I wasn’t going to bring you happiness?”

“I never said you don’t-“

“You never said I do.” You rebuttal. You pause again looking for the courage to ask the question that is really on your mind. “When did you stop loving me like you love her?”

Peter stops in thought. His shoulders drop, your words hurt him and you know it. You can see him trying to pinpoint it for you.

“I- it happened gradually, but umm,” he knows when, you know he knows. But you also know he is trying to make you feel better about the situation and put it down slowly and gently.

“I would say after last Christmas.” He says softly.

“Oh.” You state looking anywhere but him with stinging eyes. Right after Christmas is when you felt your life was finally starting to go your way. That was almost five months ago. And past you is in for an agonizing ride.

“I’m- sorry.” Peter slowly backs away from you. His hand still intertwined with Gwen’s. He looks at you sympathetically.

“We’re going to go and leave you some space.” Gwen mumbles softly. Her voice makes your fists clench. But when what just happened finally sinks in, your fists unclench and your shoulders slump.

“Oh, okay.” You don’t know what to do. So you just stand there waiting for someone to come out with a camera saying it was all a big joke. It doesn't happen.

——

Peter picks up the last box from the floor of, now, your apartment. It had been an awkward two hours. With Gwen and Peter going in and out of your home to gather his belongings. But when Peter gets to the door he stops, so you wait for him to say something.

“I want you to know, I never wanted to let you down like this,” He mumbles out. “I didn’t ever want this to happen.” You purse your lips in acknowledgement. He sighs when you don’t speak.

“I saw sparks, you know. I saw them with you. I really did. And then I didn’t. When I found them again with Gwen I was so happy. I'm sorry I couldn’t be happy with you, I'm sorry I couldn’t make you happy.” He finishes and walks out of the door for the last time.

You let out a shaky breath as a tear rolls down your check. Your legs go weak and you crumble to the ground, in a heap of sobs. You love him so much. It hurts that you couldn’t be enough for him, because you saw sparks too.

What hurts most of all is that you still do. You still see sparks, he just doesn't anymore. And he never will again. No matter how much you wish, no amount of hope can change that.

#tasm fic #tasm!peter x y/n #Sad #x reader #peter parker #angst #tasm peter #i want to cry

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vigsilantes · 2 years

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i'm yours (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x Reader Request: “hey! can i request something with jealous adrian? plot and specifics are up to you, i just want something where someone else gets flirty or handsy with the reader and adrian gets jealous and protective.” Summary: You go to Fennel Fields after work one night to wait for Adrian to finish his shift and someone hits on you. A/N: i have sooo many other ideas for jealous!adrian, so this fic was just a start. expect many more jealous!adrian fics in the future lolz Word Count: 2.1k Tags: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Jealousy, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Post-Canon, Reader-Insert, Comfort, Domestic Fluff Warnings: swearing, drinking

~masterlist~ | >>>(read on ao3)<<<

Work was abnormally slow for you tonight, like totally dead, you haven’t seen a customer for the last hour. Instead of wasting time doing nothing for the rest of your shift, your manager decided to be nice and let you off a bit early, and you weren’t complaining. After grabbing your bag from the back and locking up, you left, and headed straight for Fennel Fields. Adrian was closing tonight, so you texted him letting him know you were going to wait for him.

You: hey babe i’m off early and starvingggg i'm omw 2 FF

Ade: i’ll order ur usual so its ready faster:)

Ade: 🧜

It was a very short walk to Fennel Fields, literal minutes away, which you appreciated, but Adrian definitely appreciated it more knowing how close you were to each other, just in case. After replying to Adrian with a thumbs up emoji, you reached the restaurant, and from quickly skimming the crowd, it was pretty dead here too. You approached the hostess, Laura, who knew you through Adrian, and smiled. She was one of the few people here that was kind to Adrian, so you liked her, and she was always nice when you visited Adrian.

“Hey! Just waiting for Adrian,” you informed her, she nodded.

“No problem, it’s dead here,” she laughed, and motioned for you to pick a seat. Luckily, your usual booth was empty, so you headed straight for it. It had the perfect view to the back of the employees’ entrance, so you could always catch glimpses of Adrian when you were there, which is why it was your favorite seat. He loved you sitting there too, he always wanted to be able to keep an eye on you. After you sat down, you patiently waited for Adrian to come out of the back, and after seconds you spotted him. Once he met your gaze his eyes widened, and a smile grew on his face. He practically ran over to you, smiling like an idiot.

“Heyyy, buttercup!” he grinned, sounding happy to see you. You two have a vast assortment of nicknames for each other and Adrian never misses a chance to use them. He quickly bent down towards you to peck you on the lips, he was still on the clock, so he didn’t want to get in trouble. “I already put in your order; curly fries are on the way!” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Thank youuu,” you beamed, “how’s your night been?” he scanned around the restaurant to check if his boss was near and saw no sign of him, so he sat down next to you in the booth for a moment.

“Super fucking dead, literally no one has been here, like at all, which is sorta nice because I haven’t had to do too much,” he stated, you nodded, and looked up to him. His little Fennel Fields hat was slightly crooked, so you pulled it down and straightened it out for him. “How was your day?” he asked, nudging your arm.

“It was quiet for me too… I loveee dead days though, saves me from a headache,” you laughed, and he shook his head in agreement. As you looked at Adrian, you spotted his boss out of the corner of your eye, you tapped his arm, “Manager, three o’clock,” you warned, and he practically flew out of the booth.

“Oh shit, thanks,” his face turned red, “Oh-uhh it’ll be a little bit till I’m off, you can take the car if you wa-”

“I’m fine waiting hun, I have my copy of The Stand, so take as long as you need,” you shifted, getting more comfortable in the booth. You two loved Stephen King novels, so you had quite the collection growing. Adrian just read The Stand and has been begging you nonstop to start it since he finished it.

“That’s actually my copy, but I guess you can read it,” he teased, you sarcastically rolled your eyes. “I’m kidding, babe, I’m happy you’re finally reading it! We can have a little book club to talk about it, and once you finish it, we can start the mini-series!” he fluttered, you smiled.

“Sounds good!” you tapped his hand, “now go back to work before I get you in trouble,” he nodded, and went to a table across the room to start cleaning. You opened the book to the first chapter and began reading, getting instantly hooked by it. The quiet chatter of other patrons in the restaurant made a peaceful background noise for you to read in. After reading a few pages, you heard footsteps near you, you lifted your head to see Adrian approaching your booth with your curly fries and a drink in his hands.

“Here you are, my love,” he placed the plate in front of you, followed by a Sprite, which you didn’t even ask for, but he anticipated that you’d want it, so he got it for you. He then bowed like you were royalty, you blushed. “Enjoy!” he quipped.

“You’re such a dork,” you said in between chuckles, “Thanks, Ade,” you smiled, and he left you alone so he could continue working. You poured a hefty amount of ketchup on your plate and began eating your fries while reading. You were captivated by the way Stephen King wrote, and this story was incredibly interesting: An apocalypse wiping out almost the whole population, leaving people to decide to be either good or evil – yeah, you were hooked. You flew through about twenty pages, and half of your fries, when someone suddenly sat next down to you. When you picked your head up you expected it to be Adrian, but it wasn’t, you didn’t know who this was.

“Ummm excuse you?” you questioned at the stranger, furrowing your brows.

“I just noticed yo-u sitting by yourself nd thought you could use a friend,” the man smirked. He was very clearly older than you and his breath reeked of booze. “Whatcha reading, hotstuff?” he peered, looking at your book. You backed away and dramatically closed your book.

“It’s my partner’s book, actually. He’s letting me borrow it,” you stated, hoping he’d get the hint. He didn’t, as he abruptly grabbed your wrist with a tight grip. He then lazily moved his hand to brush the hair out of your face, you tensed up, feeling uncomfortable as the drunk man stared you down.

“Whoever your partner is, I bet you’d be better off with me,” he spat, and slid in even closer to you. You scoffed, unable to get out of his grasp.

“Yeah right… Please, just leave,” you demanded, he squeezed your wrist tighter which made you uneasy. “My partner taught me self-defense and I am not afraid to fuck you up,” you declared, the man sneered. You looked around for Adrian, who was in his usual spot in the back unloading dishes. He caught your eye and turned to face you. He quickly analyzed the situation, seeing the man sitting in your seat and with his hand holding yours caused the expression on his face to change – he was pissed. He dropped the plate he was holding and swiftly ran to your booth.

“Uhh what the fuck is going on here?” he gritted through his teeth, looking at you dumbfounded, not fully understanding what he was seeing.

“This asshole isn’t listening to me and won’t leave,” you informed him, his face dropped realizing what was happening, and he instantly grabbed the man’s hand and yanked it off of yours. Free from his grip you were able to hop out of the booth.

“Are you alright?” Adrian looked at you intently, “what the hell happened?” he asked as he began inspecting you to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“Yeah, I’m fine hun, this drunk asshole was hitting on me and wouldn’t go away,” you told him, he nodded and took in a deep breath. Adrian motioned for you to stand behind him, you listened.

“It’s time for you to leave, fuckface, they don’t want you here,” Adrian grumbled, his face was beet red and his eyes were on fire. “I don’t want you here,” his jaw tightened, and he straightened his body. The man cackled and looked at Adrian, he seemed ready for a fight and slowly made his way out of the booth. This prompted Adrian to tighten his fist, also readying for a fight. As the man stood up, he nearly fell, he was wasted, and had to steady himself by holding onto the table. After a mere second of eyeing Adrian, and noticing how Adrian towered over him, he lifted his arms up in surrender. It was clear that he was too drunk for a fight, and the anger that radiated off of Adrian definitely made him weary. Adrian didn’t falter though, as he followed every single movement the man made. The guy hastily backed away, tripping over himself multiple times, and you sarcastically waved as he left. Adrian blew out a deep sigh in relief and rested his hands on his hips.

“Fuck… Well, that was something,” you started, laughing nervously, “Thanks, honey, he just – wouldn’t let up,” you said as you sat back down in the booth, he followed and sat across from you.

“Course…” he scrunched his face, “y’know…” he began, taking a deep breath.

“What is it, Ade,” you raised your eyebrows and took his hand.

“Before I came over here I – I thought you actually wanted that guy with you, I didn’t- I thought you two were holding hands and I got like totally jealous, like, I wanted to rip his head off,” Adrian admitted, you were stunned, you couldn’t believe he’d think you’d be with someone else.

“Whattttt?” you questioned loudly, “I would never, Ade, seriously, he just fuckin’ sat down next to me, in my booth of all places, and started hitting on me,” you comforted him, he sighed with a smile on his face.

“See, I didn’t think so but- I don’t know, it just killed me to see someone else that close to you…” he trailed off, and looked at your hand, it was red from where the man grabbed it. Once he realized the man left a mark on you, his body tensed up. “I’m gonna fucking kill that guy tonight,” he murmured to you, not taking his eyes off your hand.

“No–” you huffed a laugh, “you don’t need to kill him, it’s fine-I’m fine,” you reassured him, and reached out your other hand to lift his head, he met your gaze. That confirmation calmed him down and he nodded, you could see him start to relax. "There are actual criminals that you can kill, babe," you said.

"Well, instead of killing him what if I just cut his hand off for touching you, could you settle for that?" he purred, half joking, but you could hear in his voice that he was being serious. He would go outside right now and chop this guy's hand off in a second if you told him to. You were infatuated by the way that he got so protective over you... It was hot.

"Why don't you save your energy for something else," you changed the subject and bit your lip, staring him down. He then scooted down the booth to sit beside you, sliding his arm around your shoulder. He nuzzled his head into your neck, clearly not caring that he was still at work and not caring if his coworkers or manager saw – he just wanted to be close to you.

“You’re mine,” he whispered into your ear with his voice deep. He moved his head lower down your neck and his lips gingerly hovered over you, he slowly began sucking, he was marking you.

“I’m yours,” you breathed out, feeling electric from his mouth on your skin. After a minute that went by way too fast, he slowly inched away, closely observing the mark he just left on your neck. After confirming it was good enough for his liking, he separated from you and licked his lips.

“You are somethin’ else, Chase,” you teased, your face red from what just happened, he smirked. “We’ll be continuing this when we get home–,” you stated as you looked down at your phone to check the time, “in about twenty minutes or so,” you winked, his eyes grew wide and his cheeks were rosy. He jumped out of the booth and adjusted himself, pushing his glasses up on his face.

“Well- I, uh,” he gulped, “I better…Yes, I want to-when we get home, and-” he stammered, you had him speechless. “Yes.” He abruptly shouted, you chuckled, and he promptly turned around and walked to the back of the restaurant. Through the back entrance you watched Adrian haphazardly wash dishes so he could clock out faster. You couldn’t help but smile, and as he looked over at you, he smiled too. His face was painted a deep shade of pink and he had a painfully charming grin spread across his face, it made your heart flutter with joy.

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summer 2022 was peak My Job like. every day i would come in and more carts would have mysteriously vanished. we already had not had baskets for several months. there was a one-legged old man with his dick out in the parking garage. the a/c died for like 5 days in june and it was somehow infinitely hotter and more humid inside the store than it was outside and i literally almost died from dehydration because the former hr guy(bastard that he was) would NOT stop sending me on cart runs. a bald guy tried to steal like $1400 worth of stuff including at least eight pairs of haircutting scissors. a guy had a box full of bees in the parking garage. a guy smeared chocolate pudding all over the windows & door because he was mad he couldn’t come in after closing and it looked like shit(literally). someone forgot their skateboard that had the words “fuck you” on it in the store and never came back to retrieve it. an old man grabbed shaving cream off the shelf and smeared it all over not only his face but also everything in his cart and then asked if we had “a restaurant”(“do you mean a restroom?” my coworker had to ask) where he could wash his face off because he had “a mess going on here.” this happened the same night as the pudding incident. the entire FOS team called out on july 3rd except for like 3 people and it was the single craziest night i have ever experienced. one guy even caught covid that night and was out for like 10 days. i developed a stomach ulcer and did not know what it was and simply assumed i must be dying and went “this is fine.” i had to clean up human piss. i had to clean up human shit. i had to clean up chips & salsa that a guy had grabbed off the shelf & then begun eating & then dropped on the carpet. i scrubbed the world’s dirtiest & nastiest target cart for over an hour until it looked presentable enough to have in the store and barely a month later it got stolen too. i walked out of one shift not even 2 hours in because the former hr guy made me so so mad and then 2 days later i showed up randomly to yell at him. i said, “you’re an asshole and nobody likes you. i have heard a lot of people say a lot of things about you and NONE of them have been anything good!” and he said, “please don’t quit. i will pay you for an hour for coming in here today,” and once i calmed down a little i realized what an objectively funny situation that was so i stayed. i chose to request my birthday off not because i had plans but because i figured out he’d be the closing lead that day and i could not stand his ass. the day after my birthday i found out one of my 2 favorite leads was leaving and the other one had shaved his head kendall roy style. three hours later a pipe at the starbucks exploded and flooded everywhere and ruined everybody’s shoes except for mine because mine already fucking sucked. later that week we lost our last cart.

they threw a party on the former closing lead’s last day for both her and the former hr guy and everyone brought gifts for her and no one brought gifts for him. and he seemed super offended that i in particular hadn’t gotten him anything so he stopped me right before i clocked out for lunch and went, “holly are you gonna miss me at all? even a little bit?” and i was like, “yeah, i am gonna miss you, and you know why? because i love complaining and you give me more to complain about than everybody else who works here combined. and [his replacement] has NEVER given me ANYTHING to complain about EVER.” it was a lie though. i do not miss his ass. there was an incident where someone actually slipped on a banana. we thought it was just the peel but when i investigated i saw it was the whole banana. half the morning team including multiple leads caught covid and so did the interim hr guy we were supposed to have for two weeks. they finally sent us baskets with wheels after like three weeks of having no baskets and no carts whatsoever and the shoplifters had a field day. satan took a shit in our elevator and had to be removed from the store. i stayed late one night to help out & found a package of moldy rotten deli meats that were a brand we don’t even sell just sitting on the shelf. the power went out for like 2 hours and we had to close and the leads let somebody out when their shift ended and forgot to lock the door again and satan got in while we weren’t even open and immediately began stealing. a guy smashed a can of meat against the shelf until it exploded and also pissed in a starbucks cup and on the floor. i broke the world record for listening to “i started a joke” by the bee gees. and that is literally just what i can remember off the top of my head!

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hanmi-xo · 8 months

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CHAPTER 18: "He Never Changed"

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I rushed over once I heard Chan's call for help. Subin was missing. He went to pick her up, and her coworkers told him that there were guests looking for her. Her coworkers were literally fighting when I showed up and Chan was in distress.

Her coworker, Minghao said they never seen her so terrified, and apparently, he was trying to buy her time, but their coworker Minyook snitched about her escape. We had to break up their fight whereas before Minghao could physical hurt him. We left them back at the restaurant where their shift lead Junhui took care of them.

I quickened my pace as I ran all over the street. I was calling Wonwoo on my phone while Chan and I ran marathons throughout these blocks of buildings.

Chan looked so determined yet full of fear. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking. He ran passed me many times as he desperately called Subin's phone.

I watched as his call kept going to voicemail. I kept hoping that Subin was safe. I stopped running once I heard Wonwoo's voice through the phone.

"Hyung!" I called out towards him.

He was quick with his words. "They took Subin didn't they?" His voice was deep and calm as usual.

I froze in my spot.

How did he know that? Before I can confirm or question him, he continued to speak.

"I've kept my eye on them for awhile now. You should get Chan. He'll feel a little better knowing where she's at." His audio sounded as though he was driving. "Tell Chan to go home."

"Home?" I repeat him. "Is Subin there? Otherwise Chan-"

"Trust me, Hansol," he interjected. "It's best you go there too. I'll be there. Don't be loud."

His last words sent chills down my spine.

"They're still watching."

The call ended and I stood there a dazed. They? Who was he talking about?

Wonwoo always knew more than he let on. He's always been reliable with information, but it concerns me how quick that conversation went. How much danger was Subin really in?

I turned around to see if there were any suspicious behavior or figures that may be lurking around this quiet street. Those people-

What did they want with Subin?

I saw Chan jog towards me with his phone still pressed against his right ear. He was still calling Subin. I narrowed my brows as Wonwoo's words kicked in.

"Chan go home," I quickly say.

He seemed shocked by my words. His brows narrowed as if I said something insulting. Before he could argue with me, I told him once more to go.

"Wonwoo said he'll be there. When we get there, don't make a sound," I tell him.

Chan stood there dumbfounded before his expression changed to a serious one.

"He knows where she is?" He asks me before putting his phone away from his ear. His eyes wandered with thought. "I think I know what he's implying. I might know where she's at."

I narrowed my brows before nodded my head. "Okay, but we better hurry. I think Wonwoo has a plan."

I watched as he put his phone in his pocket with his fist clenched. I never seen him so frustrated and worried before. He looked annoyed, upset, concerned, but most of all fearful.

"Hansol," he calls out to me. He gazed at the night sky for a moment before meeting my eyes. "I fear the worst, but I'll do anything to get her back."

That look he had. That was a look I never knew he could express. If Subin could see him now, I'm sure she would be in awe.

He had the look of a lover. I couldn't help but smile. Someone like Chan deserves his happiness.

Just like how he gave me mine, I'll do whatever I can to support him.

Wonwoo wore all black with a bulletproof vest. He had a gun holster on his hip. He hasn't changed much from high school except for his fit figure. His glasses was his signature look, but from the looks of it, he might be wearing contacts.

It was clear how serious he was with his job especially with how he spoke to his colleagues on his walkie talkie. I felt anxious with the way things were going.

Chan and I watched as Wonwoo looked through the blinds to see one of the neighbor's home. We were in Chan's room whereas the rest of his family was informed of the matter at hand. They stayed in their rooms including his halmeoni who seemed worried sick about Subin and his siblings.

We let the lights off throughout his house so nobody could see us. The only light came from the moon which shined through the small gaps in between the blinds.

"That's the license plate," Wonwoo said through his walkie talkie. "Did you get all that?"

I looked at Chan who couldn't sit still. He sat on the edge of his bed with his arms on his thighs. His legs shook vigorously while his focus was elsewhere. He seemed to be in deep thought.

"Yes. Okay," Wonwoo continued to speak to his colleague. "I understand... We're free to enter?...Understood. We'll be on stand by."

Chan and I watched as Wonwoo brought his walkie talkie away from his lips. He turned to look at us with a serious expression.

"Back up will arrive in 10 minutes. Can you guys hold until then?" he tells us.

Chan looked impatient but also willing to follow his lead. "I can, but Subin- I don't fully know what's happening. Will she be okay?"

Wonwoo narrowed his brows. He seemed ready to answer his question but he also seemed hesitant.

"She'll live," he says.

I didn't like that phrase. Subin was clearly in danger if he had to answer like that.

"She'll live?" I repeat his words. "Who is threatening her life?"

"It's her parents isn't it?" I turned to look at Chan who seemed to know something I don't.

He had a tone different from how he usually spoke. There was pent up anger and a hint of annoyance.

Wonwoo stared at Chan for a moment before sighing. He crossed his arms before answering his question.

"Kim Doseok and Kim Yujin- the two adoptive parents of Ahn Subin, Ahn Suyeong, and Ahn Sujun," he starts.

"Ahn?" Chan repeated their last names.

"Ahn?" I said after him. "Was that her real parents last names?"

Wonwoo nodded with narrow brows. "Ahn Woojin and Do Sumin- drug addicts who fell in debt under Doseok and Yujin. Unlike Doseok and Yujin who carry the same last name, Subin's parents were a bit harder to track. During that time, Subin and her siblings were young when they were given to the Kim's. Woo Jin and Sumin were desperate on getting their lives back and having children seemed to slow them down. By giving them their children, Doseok and Yujin were able to fit in their suburban neighborhood without many questioning it. Hence, that lead to Chan meeting Subin."

Chan and I remained quiet as we attentively listened to him. It was strange hearing about Subin's twisted family since she never spoke about them. The more Wonwoo spoke, the more annoyed I got. Subin has gone through more than I thought.

"Subin's parents, Woojin and Sumin got their freedom for a little while until we found their bodies at the bottom of a river. They were tied down with chains and it took awhile until we could confirm their identity. There was a cigarette near the area of the dumping and we traced the DNA to see who could have been around."

"And it lead to Doseok and Yujin," I say. I connected the dots and understood the full story.

Chan remained quiet while Wonwoo nodded his head slowly towards me.

"After killing her parents, Doseok and Yujin did a contact with one of the night clubs within the city- The Red Garden Night Club. That place has been connected to cases towards drugs and missing individuals. Unfortunately, we couldn't get any evidence with how uncooperative they were along with the CEO's connections with law enforcements." Wonwoo narrowed his brows with annoyance.

He turned around to look back at the house that draws his attention.

"With Subin, we'll have a witness and proof of their criminal acts. Last I heard about Doseok and Yujin was their missing luggage and I've seen the license plate of a certain black car that came to Subin's house the other day. She may have met some of the night club's men. She'll be a great asset, but first, we have to get her out of there."

Chan abruptly stood up. I watched as Chan came towards Wonwoo who turned around to look at him.

"Let me get her," he says with his hand out to him.

Wonwoo couldn't believe what he was hearing. He narrowed his brows with a shake of his head. "Sorry, but I can't let you get hurt or lose your life when back up can come anytime soon."

"Then let me at least make some noise so they don't hear you coming," Chan retorts. "Let me have your gun."

A part of me understood Chan's frustration, but I also understood the danger he would be putting himself in.

"Chan, I don't think-" I call for his attention.

Wonwoo put his hand up towards me, gesturing me to stay quiet. His eyes remained on Chan who seemed to have fire in his eyes.

I watched Wonwoo take out an object from his side pouch. It looked like a stun gun. He gave it to Chan was seemed to analyze the weapon.

"I don't trust you with a gun. Besides, I highly doubt you ever practiced with one," Wonwoo says. "You'll do better with a stun gun, but it only has one charge."

I narrowed my brows. "Hyung, he might need more than just a stun gun."

Wonwoo gawked his head at me with a smile. "I never said that's the only thing I'll be giving him."

I watched as he gave him a spare walkie talkie along with what appeared to be a knife.

"Only strike when they're close. Those people will be armed and ready." Wonwoo tells Chan who latched the knife holster to his side.

Chan nodded his head while he adjusted the weapons on him.

"From what my partner says, he believes there's only two other people in that house with the Kim's. One of them might be the owner of that home. So please, do he careful," Wonwoo informs him.

I watched as Chan made his way to the doorway with so much drive. Before leaving he patted me on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile.

"I'll be back. Don't worry."

His words were light for someone in this tough situation. Before I could protest, he shut the door behind him. Wonwoo and I watched him through the window as he made his way to the house Subin once lived in.

"He hasn't changed you know." I heard Wonwoo say.

I turned to look at him. "Chan?"

His eyes went from Chan to me. "He still has a heart for those in need. You would know that best, Hansol."

I felt the memory of high school hit me. My eyes wavered from him and I sighed.

"You're right," I say.

Wonwoo was there when it happened. He knows what happened. There's nothing I could hide.

B E F O R E

It was the middle of our freshman year when Chan found me on our school's rooftop.

I was going through a rough time. I didn't really friends and it was hard for to talk to anyone. Being mixed was difficult. They would be amazed by my Korean but they wouldn't really want to get to know me.

Girls only spoke to me because they'd want to date me, whereas guy were jealous of me. They often gave me the cold shoulder and pretended I didn't exist. There were a few times when I would use the restroom and I could heard my classmates talk shit about me.

At first I tried to not let it get to my head, but as time went by, I started to feel very alone. Chan was a classmate of mine who seemed to get along with everyone and I hated him for that.

He seemed so natural and fun to be around- I don't know how he does it. I was jealous with the way our classmates would follow him around, and how his presence was always known.

I wanted to be like him you know. I wanted friends. I wanted people to like me.

But whenever I tried, it would never work.

My parents were hardly around since they always had to travel between South Korea and the US. I had my sister with me, but even then, she was hardly around. She either went with them or would be with her friends. She was lucky to find other mixed Koreans so she didn't feel foreign. Unfortunately, I couldn't find friends like hers. I was always alone.

I never bothered telling my family the way I felt since I didn't want to be a problem. Besides, whenever I did try, they would always ask if I had friends. They thought I was like my sister who had things going well for her.

They had this image that I didn't want to ruin, so I often lied to them.

It's something I shouldn't have done, but I did. Besides, they never paid much attention to me. My sister was the star child. I just so happen to be here.

On that day when I was on the rooftop, I was given a love letter from a girl that was already being admired by one of my classmates.

Her name was Oh Chaehee, and my classmate Do Taejun hated me. That day, when she confessed to me, I turned her down and in return, Taejun jumped me behind the school.

I was covered with bruises and blood stained on my uniform. I couldn't go home looking like this so I ended up on the rooftop. There weren't many students around and the teachers were busy with a meeting.

I thought maybe I could get some piece of mind if I was away from everyone, but all I felt was loneliness.

I had no one to talk to. I had no one to express my sadness and frustration.

So I wept. I couldn't control my emotions that day. A thought kept running through my head that if I wasn't alive maybe things would be easier.

Nobody would know anyways.

I was tired of being alive but not living. My heart felt heavy and the pain on my body ached everywhere. When I tried to wash the blood off me, there were stains that remained.

Purple bruises on my skin and splashes of dried blood on my clothes.

Why am I hated for being alive? Why did people dislike my very existence?

Would they be happy if I was gone?

I don't remember when I stood on the edge of the rooftop, but I remembered the way the wind grazed my face. It was cold but the heat of the summer kept me warm.

It was fall. The time of the year where the living dies before winter takes over.

I felt lightweight. I took one step forward ready for the fall. Life seemed better this way.

"DON'T!"

I felt someone pull me back before falling back onto the rooftop floor. That voice.

I turned to look at the culprit who showed up. There laid Lee Chan, the boy who was loved by many.

A few yards away, I saw another person at the rooftop entrance. Jeon Wonwoo, a classmate from another class who was assistant to the Student Body President.

My eyes widened in horror from their appearance.

"Oh man that was really close!" Chan said as he got up. He dusted himself up and looked at me with concern. "Are you alright, Hansol?"

I didn't know what to say. How did he even know my name? We never spoke before.

He waved his hand in front of me in hopes to get my attention. "Chwe Hansol, right?" He gave me a warm grin. "I'm Lee Chan from your class."

I tried to speak, but my words came out softer as though I was whispering.

"Ah... yeah," was all I could say.

"Yah, Chan. We better not tell the others about this," Wonwoo said with crossed arms while he leaned on the door.

Chan turned to look at him before looking back at me as if he was trying to understand his words.

"Hey, Hansol," he calls for my attention. His voice was light with slight concern.

I stared at him.

"I have some spare clothes in my duffel bag. The soccer club activities got cancelled because our club President got sick. You can wear it if you want." He pointed behind him with his thumb.

Was he trying to be nice to me?

I narrowed my brows at him. I felt my face scrunch with annoyance. "Why? Huh? Why bother with me?"

I didn't mean to come off rude, but I couldn't help but be annoyed by this guy. Did he think I needed some hero?

He looked at me with wide eyes. I watched as he motioned his hands in front of me as though he was trying to calm me down.

"Ah!" He said before being very expressive. He was trying to find the right words to say. "I been meaning to ask if you wanted to hang out that's all!"

He scratched the back of his head with an awkward grin. I raised a brow towards him. Was I supposed to be happy to hear that? Or was this some trap?

Chan gazed at me with worry before sighing. It was like he finally decided to go straight to the point.

"I've been meaning to ask about your well-being but you seemed too intimidating," he admits with an awkward laugh.

"What," I said.

My voice came off rude but I was genuinely surprised by his words. His eyes widened as he tried to speak.

"Well... I wasn't sure what you were going through since you were always alone, and I often thought you probably were probably in a gang or something..." he says showing his teeth.

I stared at him as if he was an idiot, but I couldn't help but laugh at him. I held my gut as I couldn't stop the laughter. My body hurt though from the bruises, and I winced in pain.

Chan patted me on my back with worry, but he showed me a kind smile.

"Let's get out of here before you die on me," he says before stopping and realizing his words. "I MEAN- Don't fall from your injuries! FALL!? I MEAN COLLAPSE! YEAH COLLAPSE!"

For a someone that's trying to help me, he certainly is a goofball. I snickered at him with a shake of my head.

"Relax, I know what you're saying," I tell him.

I watched him look at me with wide eyes before smiling. "Oh thank God!"

He lead me to the doorway where Wonwoo was at, and the two walked along side me. A sense of joy overtook me and I tried my best to hide it.

I guess there are people in this world that see me. My eyes went to Chan who was rambling about his friend Seungkwan who's waiting for him at the bus stop.

"Oh, I totally forgot about Seungkwan!" He groaned. He sighed. "Whatever! He can wait! That's what he gets for eating my food!"

Chan had so much energy and enthusiasm. I hated it at first, but he seemed like a ball of sunshine that I couldn't ignore.

"Let's hang out from now on, Hansol!" He loudly says with a grin.

Was he serious? I stared at him with question, and when he noticed my stares, he lost his smile.

"Oh... that's if you want to be friends- if you don't then-" he said quickly.

I snickered at his reaction and shook my head.

"So you want to be friends?" I ask him.

Chan nodded his head vigorously. "YES!"

I couldn't help but smile. Does he really put his heart on his sleeve like this? I felt no hint of lie from him. He was like an innocent child that had no ill intention.

Wonwoo silently walked behind us hearing our conversation.

After that day, Chan stuck by my side for the rest of high school. He never once left me in the dark and Chan and I became a trio with Seungkwan.

When I asked about how he found me up there, he responded with a grin. His words left a spark.

"Wonwoo-hyung!" He gleefully said. "I didn't know where you went when I saw you hurt, and he so happened to still be at school! He lead me up there and everything!"

It was odd how well everything went. Especially with how Taejun got expelled a week later after what happened.

Even now, it was like Wonwoo was setting everything up and Chan was still that same kid from before.

They haven't changed. He hasn't changed.

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I want to imagine that nerd Clarke and popular Lexa become a couple before Valentine's Day. Also I think this is Clarke's first time she has a Valentine on this day. What does Lexa do to make Clarke's first Valentine's Day with a girlfriend memorable and special?

PS they are so freaking cute and sweet 🥰

Since this is their very first Valentine's day as a couple and Clarke's first Valentine's day as a whole, Lexa both wants to make it memorable but also not overwhelming. To be completely fair tho, Lexa has only had 2 valentine's celebrations in her life, both with Costia, both organized by Costia so she doesn't have THAT much to go off of.

First off Lexa is lucky enough her parents like to spend Valentine's day away from the house and at a hotel (and despite them being adoptive Lexa does not wanna know what they are doing there, gross) so she can turn her house into a fortress of romance.... and i do mean that literally.

Lexa builds a whole fucking fort.

She gets takeout from Clarke's favorite reasonably priced sushi restaurant (Clarke's parents kind of have money. Not rich money but money. Makes sense why Clarke has 40$ band tees and far too many instruments for someone who is at entry level at them all.), turns her living room into a pinterest worthy fortress movie night date, complete with heart shaped snacks, strawberries dipped in pink chocolate and some delicious strawberry champagne that she had to BEG Indra to buy for her - might as well have her drink in the house while underage than somewhere else. She also bakes a cake, its adorably messy, covered in badly done frosting hearts. But overall, Lexa tries to go all out for it, to have a place where her and Clarke can have a nice night in.

Shes a nervous wreck the entire day, reminding Clarke to not be late, to come dressed comfortable and to not forget the condoms - this last part whispered as they part way at the school parking lot, although still loud enough for Murphy of all people to end up hearing and Clarke has to go through the horrifying ordeal of going with him to buy the freaking condoms. Clarke arrives five minutes after the agreed time, apologizing as soon as the door opens and extending the adorable teddy bear holding a flower to Lexa who immediately reminds her to stop apologizing and brings her in for a kiss.

They spend the night watching rom-coms and kissing and eating inside the fort. Its cozy and romantic and it feels just like a more elaborate date night which Clarke is glad for because she was a little apprehensive that Lexa would prepare something immensely romantic and that Clarke would fall short of being a good date. They are naked at this point, clothes coming off one by one throughout the night. Lexa has given Clarke a handjob through the fabric of her boxers, those now discarded somewhere and Clarke has already had the pleasure of indulging in her favorite meal. By now the movie is being mostly ignored as they grab at anything they can find and make out on the comforter Lexa has brought down from her room. Knowing they are about to start getting frisky, Lexa asks Clarke to get the condoms she got, which Clarke does with a quick nod and heavy breathing.

Lexa's eyes widen as she sees it. Its pink. Hot pink. And heart shaped. Oh my god its heart shaped.

"Babe?" She wants to laugh, she shouldnt but she wants to.

"I went with Murphy and i wanted to buy the normal but he saw these and he said it would be thematic. Im sor-" lexa lifts an eyebrow as a gentle warning and Clarke cuts herself off "right."

"They're cute." Lexa decides. They are. The whole thing is cute. Clarke's by far the cutest tho.

Clarke seems to disagree tho, "you're way cuter." She crawls her way back on top of Lexa, kissing her and she helps her lay down. Clarke rolls the condom down her shaft as Lexa watches, knowing it to be something her girlfriend enjoys seeing. She's much more confident with it now too, being able to do it without the help of Lexa's hand.

Its the first time Clarke takes the lead and Lexa adores how far she's come with her confidence. It is clear Clarke is trying her best to have Lexa enjoy their love making for as long as she can, trying to hold back on cumming to make Lexa feel good.

Lexa isnt sure she ever truly loved anyone. She liked Costia so so very much but it always felt so much like puppy love and once she was gone to college, it hurt Lexa's heart much less than she thought it would. With Clarke tho? She cant even begin to imagine not having her there or being away from her. She adores everything about this girl, her rambles and her constant unnecessary apologies and the way her eyes sparkle when she talks about something shes passionate about.

They fall asleep there, not long after Clarke cums and makes a point of having Lexa cum afterwards too, the very first time their love making doesnt stop after Clarke reaches her climax. They are still awkward at times and Lexa realizes they are very deeply in their honeymoon phase still and that sooner or later the bubble is gonna burst and they'll have to come to more serious talks about their relationship and their future with college approaching. But Lexa also realizes that she is absolutely, completely head over heels in love with Clarke Griffin and that she loves this wonderful girl more than she ever knew she could love someone <3

#:D #its not the 14th here anymore #but happy Valentine's day everyone ☺️☺️#letter opened #heda-in-the-clouds #au: 7min in heaven #wanheda's dagger

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Nancy Drew, Ex.1x05 – The Case of the Wayward Spirit

Yeah, the characters are growing on me a little bit more. But, at the moment, I love Victoria. The actress, Liza Lapira, is really great. I mean, I’m glad that Lapira ended up as part of the main cast on another show, but I would have loved to see her pop up on this show more often. Of course, I am assuming that nothing happens to the character this season (I just read that Victoria was in one season, not what happened to the character).

Well, we’re just jumping right into it this episode. Tiffany, who’s possessed George’s body, goes back to Tiffany’s home. There she cuts her her/George’s finger with a razor and writes “I know” on the bathroom mirror. Fun times. (Bye the bye, prop department needs better flake blood. That is clearly paint).

The next morning, Nancy is thinking about her next steps. Clearly Lucy wanted her to find the photo, which means Nancy needs to find out why. She decides the only thing she can do is talk to Karen. Apparently, Nancy is going by the Riverdale method of investigation. (You live in a small town; you literally can talk to anyone else. Someone will know). Of course, Nancy is thwarted by the evils of…leaving a message (Seriously, everyone screens their calls. Leave a message).

Ok, so George is wondering if they have any smaller band aids at the restaurant…because she woke up and her finger was all bloody. Where’d she wake up at? Like we saw she has a home, so why wouldn’t she fix her finger there? Anyway, a guy comes in asking if they can cater the Hudson’s charity event, held in Tiffany’s honor, at the last minute. Which, George says yes.

George gets a call from Ryan, demanding to know why she was in his house list night. Of course, George doesn’t know what he’s talking about. That is, until he mentions a message written in blood. George looks at her finger and quickly ends the call.

Nancy goes to the police station to talk to Karen, who isn’t in. Long story short, Nancy finds out that they may be opening a case into Tiffany’s death because of what her father said about the autopsy. Nancy isn’t able to find out more, however, as she gets texts from both Ace and Bess, asking her to come to The Claw as George is acting strange.

Nancy goes to The Claw and is told that George cut her hand while preparing food and, long story short, locked herself in her office. Nancy tries to talk to George, but all George does is make a guttural…noise. Nancy is able to force open the door and the three of them see George sitting on the floor. She’s got a bunch of photos around her of herself and she’s basically scratching her face out of the picture.

They get George out of the office and she sits at the table, staring blankly. Nancy wonders what might be causing this; Bess realizes George may be possessed. And, again long story short, they check George’s locker and find the mirror she was supposed to put on Tiffany’s body. I mean, I understand why Nancy wants to be skeptical; but at this point….

Meanwhile, Nick comes into The Claw looking for Ace. He knows that Ace and Laura are close (not sure how, but ok). He tells Ace about how Laura broke into his loft and stole the hard drive. Now, as the box was meant for Nick, the drive probably was as well, and Nick wants Ace to help get it back. Nearby, George/Tiffany turns to pay attention to the conversation. The movement makes Nick notice George is there.

Nancy and Bess come out of the back, and they all watch George get up and start to rip at a paper with Tiffany’s picture on it. Nick wonders what’s going on and Bess tells him that George is possessed by Tiffany. Nick says that’s impossible; but as he says that he notices that George looks like she’s trying to take a ring on and off, just like Tiffany did when she was upset. Bess shows George the mirror, but all Tiffany sees is herself. Nancy has a hunch and takes a photo of George with her phone. She shows Tiffany and Tiffany faints, leaving George in control of her body.

Of course, George doesn’t remember anything about it. But then she sees the cut on her hand, and she realizes that something’s wrong. The others tell her that she’s possessed by Tiffany, and they show her what she did to the pictures (well, Nick still doesn’t quite believe). Anyway, Nancy suggests they take her home and, maybe, they can talk to her mom.

We learn that George is pretty much the breadwinner of the family and has two younger, much younger, sisters. When it comes to the spiritual, George’s mom clearly has a lot of knowledge. George’s mother, Victoria, needs George to explain everything that’s been going on. Bess shows Victoria the picture and she asks George why Tiffany would hate her so much. George admits to the affair, which is really bad for George as it’s clear that the ghost’s anger towards George will…look, Tiffany may have found a new body and George may no longer exist soon.

But, because the plot has to move on, George’s mom and Bess will be working on a way to get Tiffany’s spirit out of George’s body. Meanwhile, George and everyone else (including Nick) will be working the catering event. Nancy is told to call Victoria the moment Tiffany’s spirit comes out (which probably won’t be long considering where they’re going). I’m sure Nancy won’t take this as an opportunity to find out what happened the night Tiffany died.

So, the dude that hired them, Owen is there to help them (and cause tension between Nancy and Nick). Also, damn dude, I know your jealous; but maybe this isn’t the time for loud noises and unnerving stares.

Nancy follows George out into the garden to hands out hors d’oeuvres and to watch George; all while acting normal. That is until she hears the creepy children and sees something clearly buried in the yard. She goes over to the pile and starts to pull out the pink dress; until she’s grabbed by a hand. She pulls away and stumbles back into Karen. Nancy looks back and the mound of dirt is gone. Nancy shows Karen the picture of Karen and Lucy together and demands to know why Karen lied. Karen said it’s because of guilt. They were best friends until after a party during their junior year; at which point Lucy pulled away. Some kind of underground thing and Lucy is why Karen became a cop. We…we’re not supposed to trust Karen, are we.

And then Owen swoops in, in a business suit. Oh, I guess he’s rich…he’s a Hudson, isn’t he? Oh, no, he’s a Marvin (and I think we just found where Bess is going to get her DNA sample).

Back in the kitchen, we find out that Ace has gotten the drive, but Laura has come with it. Laura says that Tiffany was collecting evidence to take the Hudson’s down, but then stopped talking about it. Nick believes that Tiffany was protecting Laura that’s why she gave him the drive, but Laura counters that it was in a place that Laura would know to find it. Ace suggests working together, but Laura makes it clear she’s only there to get the password. One more try and she’s locked out. Ace suggests to Nick they ask George; which Nick thinks is crazy (And I’m with Nick. Not because I don’t know George is possessed, but because this can go really bad, really fast).

Ah, so Owen is our exposition guy this episode. Ryan meets up with Owen to talk about a deal they had. However, Owen isn’t so sure as he checked with Ryan’s father; who tells Owen that Ryan has lost the Hudson corporation hundreds of millions of dollars; basically, Ryan’s fortune at Hudson’s. Rayn says he’s on his way to making it back, but Owen won’t take the risk.

Meanwhile, George sees Ryan and that’s enough to make Tiffany possess her again. Tiffany grabs a knife off a table and heads to where Ryan is, making sure she’s not seen. But then she sees her clothes in a van and stops.

Ace, Nick, and Nancy realize George is missing. They call Bess, who’s bringing Victoria, and they go to look for George. Well, Ace almost does; but he sees Laura. She starts to dance with him (uh, there’s dancing at the party. This isn’t some random thing) and asks what he was saying about her sister. He tries to pretend he didn’t say anything important, but she knows he’s lying. She wants him to tell her everything. She may want to sit down first.

Beth comes but without Victoria. She runs into Lisbeth, the woman Bess was interested in a few episodes ago. Long story short, Bess gives Lisbeth her number. Then Bess sees George has changed into one of Tiffany’s dresses and is walking around with a large knife in her hand. Bess makes some…well she says she has to go and goes running into the kitchen. Nancy sees her and asks where Victoria is. Bess lets her know Victoria is on the way and that George is clearly possessed. Nancy says she’s going to text Ace to let him know and go find Tiffany to get her answers.

Tiffany is walking down the stairs towards Ryan. Ryan runs up to her, thinking it’s George, and demands to know why she’s there. Tiffany lets him know she knows about the waitress and kisses him. Ryan is upset because there are people there….who clearly haven’t seen a thing even though Ryan and Tiffany are right in the middle of them all. As this is a show that has the supernatural in it, I’m going to assume that’s what’s going on. Nancy runs up to them and tells Ryan that someone is looking for him inside; giving him a chance to escape. Nancy then says that people are looking for Tiffany and leads her away.

So, they go into the kitchen and, well, Nancy is trying to get Tiffany to tell her about the night she died. Victoria has arrived and she’s getting ready to get Tiffany out of George’s body. And Tiffany has no idea that she’s dead and in the wrong body. Then, Nick comes in the room. Taking a chance, Nick asks if Tiffany knows him. This seems to be enough for Tiffany to, well she starts playing with a ring on her finger indicating that she’s upset. And, so, Nick now Knows Tiffany is in the body. And, Tiffany, it seems is starting to realize that something is wrong; but doesn’t accept she’s dead or murdered.

At this point, Ace and Laura run into the room. Laura realizes that her sister is in there and tells Tiffany that they’re going to help her. Of course, Bess says the worst thing possible and tells Laura they are banishing Tiffany’s spirit (Why not just tell her they’re helping her find peace?). Laura tells Tiffany that she’s in the body of the woman who slept with her husband (basically, she deserves to keep the body?) and then knocks over the incense that is needed for the ritual. Laura tells Tiffany to run, and she does; just after she grabs the knife she had put down. Laura tries to go with her, but Ace grabs her.

Tiffany runs down the hall and into Ryan, who manhandles her into a room. He’s pissed because he knows if his father finds out about what happened in the garden, that Ryan will be disowned. George is able to break free for a moment and ask for help, but then Tiffany takes control again. Nancy and Victoria burst into the room and Victoria tells Tiffany to leave George. Ryan, not knowing what’s going on, thinks Victoria is talking to him and decides to go.

So, everyone else comes into the room and they start the ritual. Nancy promises to find Tiffany’s killer. Nick promises as well and promises to stay with Tiffany until the ritual is over. Tiffany makes Nick promise he will keep Laura safe, and he agrees. Then, she says Dantes. And then she is gone.

George wakes up on the floor. At which point Victoria makes one of the best exits ever. Nancy asks if Nick is ok. He says he is and that he understood Tiffany’s message. Nancy understands this means he has to go. George asks if Nancy got what she wanted. Nancy says she did because George didn’t die. I don’t think George really believed her. Bess wants George to spill her trauma, but George is like it was horrible and no.

Nancy realizes that if ghosts work on pure emotion, that means Lucy was attached to something. Nancy looks at the picture of Karen and Lucy. Lying on the ground, under Karen’s feet, is a poster.

Meanwhile, Ace and Nick are able to convince Laura to give them the drive. She trusts Ace, but it’s clear that she’s not happy with the situation (to be fair, she just lost her sister a second time).

Nancy sees Owen and, long story short, he’s into real estate and construction. She wants to know if he still wants to make himself useful and they leave together. Of course, Nick and Ace see them leave and Nick is jealous.

Ace and Nick go to The Claw. Ace is worried Laura will not forgive him. Nick is sympathetic, but also knows they need to get into the files first. The password is Dantes, the first book Tiffany gave Nick. And, holy hell, there’s a lot of info. Of course, the biggest worry is that some of the documents are signed by Owen. Nick calls Nancy, but she declines it.

She’s at a construction site where Owen is getting her something to dig a hole at her old high school. Um, she’s trying to unearth a time capsule.

At the end, Bess sends a message to Lisbeth to get dinner with her. George is depressed and traumatized. Nancy goes through the time capsule and finds a DVD. On the DVD, there a shot of Lucy and a young man. The disc starts to skip back and forth and the name Ryan is heard. So, Ryan may have something to do with Lucy’s death?

#nancy drew #george fan #victoria fan #bess marvin #ace #ned nickerson #tiffany hudson #ryan hudson #laura tandy #karen heart #owen marvin

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