super original title xoxo honestly I couldn’t be bothered to spend ages thinking of a decent one, it’s not too important anyway. This is my first time posting an actual thingy thing for a while, and I’m kinda nervous about it because it was a request by @underworldsheiress, who wanted twin brother Edmund to be a top wingman and encourage Caspian to confess his feelings to the reader which leads to smutty smut smut and them being found by overprotective brother™ Peter who loses his shit lmao. It’s kinda long, around 4.5k, and like I said I am pretty nervous about posting it because it’s not just something I wrote when an idea popped into my head, but I hope y’all like it anyway :)
“Christ Y/N, stop it,”
“Stop what?” I asked, sparing him only a
fleeting glance before averting my gaze back to Caspian. My voice sounded
disinterested even to my own ears, but I was too distracted to care. He was so
beautiful. He always looked gorgeous, but tonight especially, the night of his
coronation, he just radiated warmth and happiness. He practically glowed. And God, the way his crown sat on his head,
the way he looked all kingly and powerful. It turned me on just thinking about
it, about him commanding me to get on my knees and –
“You’re practically eye fucking Caspian,” I
snapped my head up immediately, banishing my sinful thoughts. Edmund wrinkled
his nose in disgust. “No offence but I don’t really want to see my sister
looking at one of my friends like that, especially when we’re in the middle of a conversation,”
“Oh my God-”
“Sorry,” I apologised sincerely, grabbing
his hand and squeezing it between mine to reassure him. “My attention’s all
yours. Strictly twin bonding time for the best Pevensie children,”
“Hey!” Lucy shot me a playful glare as she
spun past our table, midway through a dance – I couldn’t remember which it was
– with the fauns. She had always loved music and dancing.
Edmund smiled at that, but out of the
corner of my eye I saw it fade away when he caught me peeking at Caspian again.
He was talking to someone I didn’t know, but she was extremely beautiful and
they seemed awfully close. I swallowed, a sour taste in my mouth, even though I
had no right to be jealous.
“You should just tell him you know,” he
said softly in a more serious tone. I looked at him, shocked. I went to protest
and rebuff the suggestion but he carried on talking. “Don’t look at me like
that. You’re my sister. I know you better than anyone, and I’ve known about
your feelings for Caspian since the moment you started having them,”
I looked down at my hands, every witty and
scathing response I had loaded suddenly vanishing. “But I can’t,” I said
pathetically. I wanted to glance back over at Caspian but I was scared of what
I’d see. “If I said anything…I just can’t.” I stood up abruptly, taking off as
fast as I could without appearing rude, unable to stay in that hall any longer.
Everyone was so cheerful and happy and all I could think about was how much I
wanted someone I couldn’t have.
“Y/N, come back!” I heard Edmund call after
me but I ignored him. I felt bad for dismissing him but I needed to be alone. I
was closer with Edmund than anyone in the world, more so than with even Peter
or Susan or Lucy. Being twins meant we had always had a very special bond. I
loved all my brothers and sisters with every inch of my heart, but nothing
could compare to my connection with Ed. Yet I feared even that wasn’t enough,
that he would never truly understand how I felt for Caspian; that he would
never understand why I was unable to be upfront with him about my feelings.
I locked the door to my room and flung
myself onto my bed, staring at the high ceiling. I felt tears prickle at my
eyes. I held them back. I refused to cry. I was just so frustrated and
conflicted and overwhelmed with emotion for this stupid boy and his stupid
smile and stupid perfect hair and stupid lips that I so badly wanted to feel
against mine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
a grip, I muttered to
Edmund wasn’t the type of person to stick
his nose into other people’s business. He found it usually resulted in himself
or both parties getting hurt, and things ending up way more complicated than
how they had been initially. For Y/N, however, he had always made an exception.
She’s my twin sister, he reasoned
with himself as he approached Caspian who was perched on the edge of a table,
fully immersing himself with the people who had arrived to celebrate his
coronation. If there’s anything I could
do to make her happier, of course I would do it. And I know she’d do the same
“Caspian,” Ed said by way of greeting,
capturing the king’s attention. He was still in conversation with the beautiful
dark skinned girl. Caspian politely excused himself and sprang up, grinning
hugely as he pulled Edmund into a brief hug.
“Edmund!” he was clearly in a joyous mood –
rarely had Edmund ever known him to be quite so happy to see him. “Enjoying the
celebrations? I know Lucy is, all I’ve seen of her all night is a blur,” he
laughed, and then noticed the absence of Y/N. He had grown quite close to her
during their time together, and it was a rarity that she and Ed were ever that
far apart. “Hey, where’s Y/N? I haven’t had a chance to speak to her tonight.”
Edmund cleared his throat feeling somewhat
awkward. He hadn’t really planned this out properly. “That’s kind of what I
wanted to discuss, actually…”
Concern flashed in Caspian’s eyes
immediately. His heart dropped. “Is she okay? She’s not hurt is she? No of
course she’s not, you wouldn’t be so calm if she were in trouble. But…something
is wrong?” He spoke at a rushed pace, attempting to quell his nerves when he
feared the worst.
to be tactful about this? Frankly,
Edmund had no fucking clue. “Tact is just not saying true stuff,” he stated
plaintively, mostly for his own benefit.
“…Right? That doesn’t really answer my
question though –’’
“Y/N likes you!” Wow, real smooth Ed.
Whatever Caspian had been expecting, it
wasn’t that. “I-you-she-me what?” He practically fell over his words.
“Are you broken?”
Caspian let Edmund’s joking comment slide.
“Are you being serious?” He remembered how to speak at last. “You’re not just
fucking with me?”
“No, but I’m pretty sure she wishes she was,” What’s wrong with me, Edmund thought,
cringing at his own comment. Stop using
shitty humour to make yourself feel less awkward.
The king almost choked. “She said that to
“No, but you’d have to be either stupid or
blind not to notice the way she looks at you. It’s kind of gross, actually.
From my perspective anyway. And Peter’s. Fucking hell, if he ever found out he
would get so over protective you have no idea…”
“Wait, so you really think she has feelings
for me?” Dare he get his hopes up? He didn’t think he could bear allowing
himself to believe she reciprocated his feelings, only for it to all be some
“Considering she pretty much flat out told
me, yes I’m very sure of it. That’s why she left. I think, anyway. She saw you
talking to that girl and got a bit overwhelmed. I’m sure she’s fine though,” he
smiled weakly and tapped his head. “Twin telepathy.”
Caspian took all this in for a moment. He
had to fight to keep from grinning like a fool he felt so giddy. How
embarrassing that would be. He could already hear the Narnians gossiping about
it: “King Caspian defeats an army and restores peace to Narnia, loses his shit
and becomes a teenaged girl when he finds out his crush likes him back.” That
would never do.
“Do you know where she would have gone?”
I lay there for a while. Half an hour? An
hour? Edmund didn’t attempt to follow me and I was glad. He could sense I
needed some time to myself. And I felt better for it. I could think straight
again. Maybe I’d even join the celebrations again. They’d surely go on all
night long. Maybe the tangible joy in that hall wouldn’t be so stifling now my
head was clear.
There was a knock at the door. Probably
Edmund deciding to check on me, or maybe Susan. Susan had such a gentle heart,
she’d want to make sure I was alright after my sudden exit.
I crossed the room and smoothed down my
dress. I opened the door.
And promptly almost had a heart attack.
“Hello Y/N,” Caspian said politely, smiling
All the feelings and rush of emotions that
had overwhelmed me in the hall came flooding back tenfold. I couldn’t breathe.
“Caspian?” I managed weakly. My eyes flitted up to the crown he wore. “I mean,
Your Grace. What are you doing here?”
He let himself in and closed the door
hesitantly. “You don’t have to call me that. I’m still Caspian to you. I
noticed you were gone and then Edmund came and spoke to me…”
The way he trailed off made my heart leap. What the fuck has Edmund done. If he had
told Caspian about my feelings for him I was going to kill him.
“What did he say to you?” I asked a tad too
sharply. I was sure I must look terrified.
Caspian tensed at my tone, visibly
uncomfortable. “Just…um, stuff. About you. And…me,”
I closed my eyes. It felt as though my
stomach had fell through the floor. My skin felt prickly and my head felt
heavy. No. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t know.
“I am so sorry,” I choked out, stumbling
over my words in my haste to get them out. “I don’t know exactly what he told
you but it’s not what it sounds like. I can’t stand here and lie and say I
don’t like you, because I do,” my throat seemed to be closing up faster and
faster. “But it doesn’t matter and you should forget about it because it’s
stupid and I’m stupid, just a stupid little girl with stupid dreams and…”
“Y/N,” he said. His voice was level. He was
using his Prince – well, King now, I guess – voice. It was calm and full of
authority. I shut up before I could fuck up even further. I seriously wanted to
cry. He was silent for a moment whilst he gathered his thoughts now I had
stopped rambling. I couldn’t bear to look at him, but looking away was even
worse. “Did you…mean that?” he finally ventured. But he was quieter now. He
took a deep breath. “Do you really think that your feelings for me are stupid?
That they…that they don’t matter?” He sounded hurt. It broke my heart.
“No! I mean yes I – fuck, I don’t know!” I
sounded pathetic. Stupid. I covered my face with my hands, willing everything
to fade away, for this to not be happening. I heard his footsteps approaching
me and then I felt his fingers gently pulling my hands away from my face. They
encircled my wrists delicately. I willed myself to be strong and met his eyes,
fighting the tears threatening to well in my eyes.
“I have so much I need to say,” he said
softly, impossibly dark eyes trained on mine. Just looking into his eyes made
me feel dizzy. “But I think it would be easier if I just…” I felt him leaning
in, getting closer until his face was level with mine and so fucking close I
daren’t breathe. He was testing the waters. I couldn’t fathom what was
happening until his lips touched mine with such soft, tender passion I could
have wept. Those lips I’d been thinking of for so long were on mine. Caspian
was kissing me. I had so many questions, so much I wanted to ask him, but I’d
wanted this for so fucking long I shoved all thoughts to the side and let it
happen, let my lips follow his lead as I kissed him back. He let my wrists go
and his hands went to my waist instead, pulling me in tighter. I dreaded the
moment he would have to let go.
His lips broke apart from mine and his
forehead rested on mine. His eyes were closed, breathing somewhat jagged.
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered. I needed more of him. This was what I had
yearned for. I couldn’t let it end so soon. “Please…”
A soft growl tore from his throat, his
resolve breaking, his lips back on mine, firmer this time, desperate and
demanding, pulling me into him whilst one hand at the small of my back lead me
backwards to the bed. There was nothing chaste about this kiss. Everything I
had suppressed due to fear and everything he had held back came pouring out,
his lips forceful against mine and his breathing heavy. I couldn’t believe this
was happening, but it was, and my head was spinning and he felt so hot and powerful
and strong that I let him lead me. He kissed me hungrily and I gripped his
shoulders, relishing every point of contact between us. I inhaled and exhaled
through my nose as I tried to remember how to breathe, the taste of his lips
clouding my thoughts. Everything was happening so fast and he was tearing off
my dress and kissing my neck and his hands were everywhere and he was shirtless
and his skin was so tanned and toned just like I knew it would be. His bare
skin on mine burned in the most delicious way possible. His tongue was on my
skin, following the curve of my neck and I shuddered, arching into him as he
loomed above me. Every action was fuelled by lust and hunger and pure,
thrumming primal desire but there was an underlying sweetness and passion that
was more than just sexual frustration. And I knew that he wanted me and loved
me as much as I him, all from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin.
“Caspian,” I breathed. He nipped my
shoulder and I gasped. His touch was electrifying, awakening every nerve in my
body, and I knew I would be drenched by the time he reached where I was so
desperate for contact.
I could feel him fighting to remain gentle,
could feel that he wanted to make love to me tenderly, but it was as though now
it was happening he let his desire take over. His hands were forceful, pushing
my legs apart as he crouched between them, leaving me vulnerable and on display
to him completely. The urge to close them again due to self-consciousness was
immense, but his fingers dug into my thighs and held them in place, his hot
breath tickling my exposed flesh, and in that moment I felt so irrevocably
wanted that I let him do as he pleased, aching and silently begging him to
touch me through my body language. I couldn’t see his face as he dipped down to
plant the lightest of kisses to my inner thighs, just a messy head of soft
brown hair that I felt the urge to bury my hands in. The crown had fell off
when he pushed me onto the bed and dipped his head to kiss me again; it lay
discarded on the floor, along with our clothes. The kisses were gentle, oh so
gentle, teasing up and up until he reached where I wanted, needed him the most,
before he began the slow taunting pattern all over again. The anticipation of
his lips pressing against my swollen clit and his tongue lapping at my wetness
was almost hotter than the actions themselves. More kisses. Closer and closer,
firmer and firmer. I let my head fall back against my pillow, unable to control
my heavy breathing or the slow arch of my back. He was going to drive me crazy,
and he had yet to even touch my pussy. Caspian between my legs was the hottest
thing I had ever seen.
“Please,” it was a soft plea, but I knew he
heard me, that he could hear the desperation in my voice. His lips ghosted over
where I craved him most of all, lightly brushing against me, and in my frenzied
state of arousal my hips bucked upwards to chase after him. I whimpered. I felt
his tongue tentatively flick against my clit. His heavy breathing matched mine,
only increasing the heat down there. As his tongue began to explore, slowly but
surely, his fingers gripped my thighs tighter. The more he gave the more I
wanted. He licked me at a leisurely pace, as though he wanted to savour the
moment and draw out my pleasure, and there was a building pressure stirring
inside me. I could fucking hear the sounds of his mouth kissing and sucking and
licking my pussy. I couldn’t restrain the gasps and helpless moans that I
struggled not to choke on that fell from my lips. He made quiet little noises
of content whilst he ate me out, too, like nothing there was nothing in the
world he’d rather do than lick my pussy. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. God, his
fucking tongue. This, I decided, was much better than talking about our
feelings, which I’m sure we would do, just as soon as I-
“Fuck, Caspian, I’m gonna come,” I moaned,
slightly embarrassed at how wanton and loud I sounded. I was right on the edge,
each stroke of his tongue pushing me further, until every inch of me was alight
with pleasure, the tingling pressure intensifying in my lower regions, shooting
through me until I saw white behind my closed eyelids, rolling my hips as I hit
my release, body limp and content from climax. All the while I felt his hands
gripping me, holding me close as he slowed down his administrations and kissed
between my legs gently, careful not to over stimulate me. I was warm and happy
in the afterglow, with this gorgeous man between my thighs. His eyes flickered
up to meet mine through eyelids heavy with arousal, and I groaned at the sinful
sight. He planted one last kiss before coming back up level with my face, his
own body gliding against mine. This time when his lips touched mine I could
taste the slight tang of myself on him, which only turned me on even more
despite the powerful orgasm I had just had.
“Thank you princess,” I heard him whisper.
He nuzzled my neck. I propped myself onto my elbows and stared at him in
“What do you mean? I should be the one
thanking you?” I said in disbelief, but it sounded more like a question. Why on
earth was Caspian thanking me after
making me come harder than I ever had before? His lips curled into a bashful
“Y/N, all I’ve ever wanted is to make you
feel good. To feel you and see you like this,”
I was at a loss for words. I wrapped one
arm around his shoulders and pulled him down toward me so I could hug him. So
much had gone unsaid. “I guess we should probably talk,” amazingly I was still
nervous, even though he had literally just gone down on me and I could feel his
naked skin pressed against mine.
“I guess we should,”
But instead I rolled my hips into his and
felt his hardness. My stomach flipped, and I felt both shyness and pride. I did
that to him. A low growl slipped from his lips.
He grabbed my hips. I brought my legs up to
lock around his waist, forcing his hips to grind downwards to meet me. He
laughed breathily at my eagerness, staring at me in wonder. Or arousal, I couldn’t
quite tell. His hair was falling around his face, dark messy strands that I had
yet to run my hands through. I had half a mind to, but then he thrust into me
and I cried out at the sudden fullness, unable to think straight as he buried
his cock deep inside me. He slid in effortlessly, soft moans in my ear as he
filled me up. I clawed at his back and bucked my hips. Catching my breath
proved almost an impossible task when he pulled back, only to ram into me
again, stretching me out completely. I cried out.
I woke up sore. Stiff neck and aching
muscles that burned in what was an almost pleasurable fashion. Turning my head,
I saw Caspian’s dark hair splayed out on the pillow he lay on, his brows
slightly furrowed whilst he slept. Everything came rushing back – the way we’d
stayed up all night, fucking and talking and making love, and talking some
more. No wonder I was so sore. I remembered every touch and caress of his lips,
hands and body, and blushed. I reached out to cup his face with the palm of my
hand. His eyelids fluttered. Clearly he was a light sleeper. He awoke, confused
for a moment, then saw me beside him, the sheets barely concealing my form, and
he smiled sleepily.
“Hey,” his voice was low and ever so husky.
I bit my lip and felt my own playful grin forming.
“Morning,” I said coyly. We lay face to
face and he indicated for me to cuddle up closer, which I did willingly, the
feel of his arms around me securing me.
“What time is it?” he asked, my head
against his chest. I shrugged, tilting my head up so I could see his face.
“Late. Why? We don’t have anywhere to be…we
could just stay here all day,”
He smirked. “Don’t tempt me,”
I feigned innocence. “It’s not my fault I’m
so entirely desirable…”
He rolled me onto my back, straddling me
and pinning my wrists above my head.
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I
warned him truthfully, even though our position made me want him inside me all
over again. I ached though, and I knew walking would be a challenge. His eyes
softened immediately, as he had no will to make me feel uncomfortable. Though
truthfully, when he asserted his dominance over me like this – my body pinned
down by his, arms above my head, completely at his mercy – it was a huge turn
on. Pretty much everything he did turned me on.
“We don’t have to do anything right now,”
his sensitive and compassionate side was also a definite turn on. Damn.
“Just go easy on me,” that spark was back
in his eyes again, but somehow softer this time. He kissed my neck slowly,
“I’ll fuck you so gently, princess…” his
hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I squirmed.
His lips remained at my throat, gracing it
with the softest of kisses, so light they were barely there. “Why do you call
me princess?” I asked, but he was distracting me and my voice cracked. He
released my wrists and I immediately let my fingers tangle in his hair and
tugged, just the way he liked, as I had discovered last night. He groaned.
“Because,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if it
was intentional or not, but there was a sultry hint to his voice. “I am the
king. That makes you my princess…or queen, if you’d like,” He stopped kissing
my neck then, and pulled back so he could see my face. There was a cheeky glint
in his eyes. “But I think princess sounds hotter,”
I spread my legs for him. He was right,
princess did sound hotter. And I wanted him inside me again. “But we’re not
married. Doesn’t that just make me your whore?”
“Of course not,” he tucked his hair behind
his ear and smirked. “Whores get paid,”
“Then you’d better pay up,” he chuckled at
my words, and all of a sudden I gasped. One of his hands had slyly crept
between my thighs, his thumb expertly brushing against my clit.
“I think I’ll take my chances,” he slid one
finger inside me and smirked.
“What the fuck is this?”
Caspian whipped his head round immediately,
like a startled rabbit, and leapt off of me immediately, pulling his hands away
from my body and shooting to the other side of the bed. I’d never seen him so
skittish. And then I saw my older brother Peter stood in the doorway, and the
words finally registered with me, and I bolted upright, wrapping the sheets
tightly around me. Fuck. Mortification
flushed red in my cheeks and fear crept through my veins.
Peter was stood so still it was slightly
scary, his eyes flat. I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I’m going
to fucking kill him,” his voice was low but it trembled with anger, and I’d
have rather he had shouted. He pointed at Caspian then, moving at last, raising
his voice. “I don’t care if he’s the king,” I was scared now.
“Peter, please –’’
“No!” he said furiously. “He is dead,”
He turned his attention to Caspian then,
who now the initial shock had subsided, seemed pretty much at ease. I looked
back at Peter, at the anger flaming in his eyes. “Peter, leave him alone, this
has nothing to do with you,” I tried to reason with him, fighting the tremble
in my voice.
“Nothing to do with me?” he scoffed, and he
laughed, and I worried he had become unhinged. “You’re my baby sister! You’re
like thirteen –’’
“I’m sixteen!” I defended myself angrily. I
was more upset with Peter than embarrassed now. He was being unreasonable. “God,
get over yourself Peter! Did you really think I was gonna stay a pre-pubescent
little girl forever? I’m sorry you had to see this – my god, am I sorry – but don’t be an arse!”
Peter was silent. He so desperately wanted
to be livid, and he probably still was, but he saw the sense in what I had
“We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered,
seemingly rather bitter. He addressed Caspian. “I meant it. If you do anything
she doesn’t want you to do, or if you hurt her in any way shape of form, it won’t
matter that you’re the king. I’ll murder you.”
He left, and I could hear him grumbling to
himself down the hall. Caspian was staring at me.
“What?” I asked, visibly shaken by the
He pulled me into a hug and I melted into
the embrace. It comforted me. “He’ll come around you know. It’s kind of in his
job description as big brother to be a dick when it comes to things like this,”
“I know. It just pisses me off when he gets
over protective like that,”
“It just means that he loves you. He doesn’t
want to admit to himself that he can’t always protect you from everything,”
I looked up at him. “What, and you’d class
yourself as something I need protecting from?” I smirked as I teased him.
He grinned wolfishly and flipped me onto my
back again, his dominance being unleashed once more. “Oh princess, you have no
Today in “Kakashi, no”
An AU nobody asked me but I drew anyway (blame Martin) in wich Hidan didn’t fall for the trap Shikamaru and Kakashi arranged and went back to support Kakuzu. Kakashi is totally not swooning, okay?
(I had to upload like this because of the resolution)
Okay but consider this... The RFA, plus Saeran and V of course, going to MC's family reunion, and MC gets into a sass battle with one of their uncles/aunts/cousins. Like the "I see your bad attitude hasn't left" "I see your husband has" kind of sass. I've recently had (won) a sass battle with my uncle and it felt freaking amazing to sass him. 10/10 would recommend
A/N: I am the sass
master of my house, let’S DO THIS! ~Admin 404
-He’s so excited to meet your
-He’s really big on family!!!!!! Really
-Did not expect your aunt to be so
-ALSO DIDN’T EXPECT YOU TO STAND UP
-“MC, why does your boyfriend
have mismatched socks?” She asked with a sneer
-So, without even glancing at her,
you respond with:
-“Why do all of your children
have mismatched dads?”
-holY SHIT??? MC!!!!! YOU CAN’T SASS
THEM LIKE THAT, THEY’RE YOUR FAMILY!!!!!
-But wow that was AMAZING, lowkey
worships the sassy side of you for the rest of the day
-“But MC, what did you mean by
mismatched dads? Also, are my mismatched socks really that weird??”
-Very afraid about being around your
-Wasn’t very good around his family,
so… being surrounded by yours was scary!
-You decided to dress casual
because? It’s just your family! Who cares!
-The two of you stuck together the
whole time, he didn’t think it was that bad!
-That is, until your grandmother
decided to pick on your sense of style??
-liSTEN HERE GRANDMA DON’T RAG ON MY
-So when she asked, “So, MC,
where did you get those jeans? Did you really have to buy them with the holes
in them?” He had a response at the ready!
-Although before he could answer,
you did instead??
-“Why don’t you stop worrying
about my jeans and fix the hoLES IN THE ECONOMY, GRANDMA?”
-HOLY SHIT MC DID YOU REALLY JUST
SAY THAT TO YOUR GRANDMA WHAT THE Though he thought the sass was extremely
hot mc dont mind if theres more hole in your pants later on today wink wonk
-She was a little worried about
meeting your family
-Most of them were accepting but?
-You warned her about this one
homophobic cousin you had
- really did not want to deal
-So because fate sucks, the first
person you run into at the reunion was that homophobic cousin
-“Uhg, MC? When are you going
to grow up and get yourself a MAN?”
- cue angry and hurt jaehee
-You didn’t even pause before you
-“Hm. That’s funny. Isn’t that
what your ex-husband did?”
-SHE WAS SO SURPRISED BUT WAS ALSO
SO PROUD, WAS SMUG EVERYTIME YOUR COUSIN LOOKED OVER AT THE TWO OF YOU AND
QUICKLY LOOKED AWAY
-He wouldn’t tell you, but he was
excited to meet your family!
-Didn’t know that a lot of your
family was in the business world as well, though
-A few of your uncles and older
cousins swooped in and took him into another room to talk
-When you were finished greeting
everyone else, you decided to join them, though when you tried to voice your
opinion, one of your uncles said:
-“MC, stay out of grown men’s
-LIVID JUMIN. HOW DARE THEY TALK TO
HIS MC LIKE THAT? HE DOESN’T CARE IF THEY’RE FAMILY!!!
-Was about to voice his opinion when
you stood up and grabbed Jumin by the hand, dragging him out of the room, but
not before throwing one line over your shoulder as you were leaving,
-“Maybe you should stay out of
married women’s houses.”
-WOAH, MC, SASSY. FEISTY. H O T
- shows you later that night how
much he enjoys your feisty side, pls show it to him more often
-“Watch. Just watch. Someone in
my family is gonna comment that my knees are dry. WHY DID YOU MAKE ME WEAR A
-He just wanted to make a good
impression!!! He’s never really had a family!!
-So the two of you dress up and lo and
behold, your cousin had something to say about it.
-“MC, why are your knees so
-Saeyoung took a drink of his water,
to hold his tongue
- did not want to hear you say ‘i
told you so’
-When he took a drink though, you
had no problem responding
-“I dunno. Why are you always
-CUE THE SPIT TAKE
-He apologized and cleaned up his
mess but he had to drag you out of the room to hide the fact he was about to
die of laughter! TELLS EVERYONE IN THE GROUP CHAT WHAT HAPPENED AND HOW PROUD
HE IS OF YOU!!
-He remembered you telling him your
family was loud and kind of mean to each other, but??
-There’s no way he could have
predicted how….sassy you all would be?
-Throughout the reunion, he heard a
few sassy remarks from you, but he never really minded it
-Your aunt, on the other hand,
minded it a lot
-“MC! You need to keep your
-He pulled you close to him and
pouted towards your aunt on your behalf
-Was going to tell her how
disrespectful her comment was until you blurted out,
-“What, like you shoulda done
with your legs?”
-woaH MC WAIT A MINUTE THAT’S
-He’ll congratulate you on your
sharp tongue but!!! His angel!!! AAAAAA
-DOES NOT WANT TO GO
-To many people!!!!! Not looking
forward to it!!
-Not to mention he thinks it’s going
to be extremely boring
-Though, as soon as one of your
uncles see’s a glance of his tattoo, he tells him,
-“You know, tattoos are a
-He glares at him and before he
could spew what was most likely a line of curse words, you jump in with,
-“But your marriage wasn’t,
-SHOCK AND APPALLED though he
thought it was amazing!! He knows you were sassy but!!! Oh my god??
- Later that night he shows you what happens
to girls with dirty mouths WINK WONK okay im SORRY I DONT KNOW WHY I ALWAYS GO
THERE BUT SASSINESS IS FUCKING HOT