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anonymous asked:

Well, this is kinda angsty, but can I request a scenario where zen & mc are together and in the last rfa party zen slept with jaehee and after a few days jaehee couldn't deal with the blame and told mc in front of all rfa but MC pretended not to believe her (andthenrfa*cof*saeran*cof*tryingtocomforther). This is ridiculously specific, i know lolol but feel free if you don't want to do it, it's okay, or if you want to change anything just do it 😅 I love love love your blog and your writing ❤❤❤❤❤

Ok so this post actually ended up being realllly long and I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ thing so I’m really sorry to anyone trying to scroll by
Oops 

And I’m so glad you like my writing, and I’m also really glad I got this request because at first I wasn’t sure how to write it (I basically ended up writing a fanfiction using bullet points haha oops) but I had a lot of fun doing it.

Disclaimer: I don’t think Zen would ever cheat and I actually don’t think Jaehee has any romantic feelings for him, just admiring adoration.

And I know you said I could change things
but it’s rlly angsty 
and I’m an angst monster and I kinda love it sooo i’m gonna keep it exactly how you wrote it  

let’s do it

  • Zen had always been flirty with you
  • And at some point..you had started flirting back
  • And soon it was more than flirting and you found yourself head over heels for each other
  • Constant phone calls too each other where you’d gush over how you wished you could see each other
  • Good morning and Goodnight texts
  • The occasional shameless flirt in the public chat
  • Once you two met at the first RFA party it was like a scene from a Disney movie, you two all but ran to each other and he swung you around once he snagged you in a tight embrace
  • Looking into his eyes you swore this could be love
  • He did too.
  • He really did swear he was in love with you
  • You were everything he had hoped and more
  • You were the person that woke him up everyday and put a smile on his face, you were the person that he thought of when love songs came on the radio, when he was on stage you were his muse, when he lay down to sleep at night you were the final thought in his head, and the first one in his dreams.
  • The next RFA party was a few months after you two had first met in person, only a couple months into your very happy relationship
  • You two had spent the first half of the night joined at the hip, happily enjoying each other’s company.
  • But somewhere throughout the nights timeline you both got distracted by separate guests and acquaintances and wandered away from each other.
  • Zen started drinking. Whoever he was talking to kept egging him on and the two of them were having a good ole time, which is rare for Zen in these occasions because the guests are usually upper class aristocrats like Jumin or if they are there for Zen, it’s as fans instead of friends
  • So he thought he’d treat himself
  • It got to be a bit much
  • The other guests were starting to notice and Jumin was not going to have the press covering Zen’s drunken gusto at an RFA event
  • “Assistant Kang,” Jumin sauntered over to Jaehee while keeping his eyes on Zen. “please escort Hyun to the back where he can cool down, out of the cameras’ lines of sight.”
  • “Of course, Mr. Han” And Jaehee was off. She was relieved that she had an excuse to get Zen out of the room, she too recognized the bad press that could follow this event but felt she hadn’t had the authority to tell Zen otherwise
  • But under the guise of Jumin’s will, she was able to convince Zen to head to the back so ‘Jumin wouldn’t bitch’ (in the words of the actor).
  • Soon it was just the two of them in the back room, Jaehee giving Zen water as he yanked at his shirt collar, complaining it was hot.
  • In his drunken shenanigens he managed to undo all his buttons at some point while Jaehee was getting more water, so she came back to shirtless Zen.
  • Zen knew those eyes.
  • As the assistant stared at his pectorals with a slight blush on her cheeks, he looked into her eyes and saw something
  • Adoration. Admiration. Want.
  • She wanted him.
  • Somewhere, deep in his psyche, behind the pseudo narcissist wall, 10 year old Hyun Ryu craved the attention. The positive attention his mom said he’d never get
  • He had you
  • But in that moment he had Jaehee too, and he couldn’t turn that down
  • Jaehee doesn’t even know how it initiated, she just recalls Zen pressing her against the wall and kissing her with a passion she’s never felt before.
  • His hands undoing the buttons of her shirt
  • His lips whispering praises of how she was not only successful, but also beautiful. And so sweet. And smart. And-
  • She almost cried. Someone as talented as Zen saw something so great in someone as plain as her? Impossible.
  • But he kept assuring her, and touching her, and loving her
  • Loving her the way he should have been loving you
  • The guilt hit her, but she watched it disappear as ecstasy took over
  • Zen passed out once they were both finished, pants undone and shirt wide open, but eyes closed and soft breaths flying in and out of his lips
  • Jaehee was wide awake though.
  • She was leaning against the wall, clothes messily pulled back on and tears threatening her eyes
  • The guilt was back and it felt like the weight of the world’s biggest mistake was sitting on her shoulders
  • She put her hands over her mouth as she stared at Zen, and she started crying when she thought of you.
  • “What have I done?”
  •  
  • After every party, the RFA gets together a few days later to go over logistics. What worked, what didn’t, who came, how to convince more people to come, etc
  • Jaehee’s heart dropped as you and Zen walked in together, a bright smile on your face, a blank slate on his.
  • No not blank
  • When Jaehee met his crimson eyes she saw it, the same thing he probably saw in her eyes: Guilt. Remorse. Regret.
  • She could barely stomach the feel as you greeted her and hugged her
  • “Jaehee! Good to see you! I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party thanks to someone making a little scene” As you pulled away you playfully rolled your eyes towards Zen. 
  • He just gave a nervous chuckle
  • Jaehee opened her mouth, ready to spill her guts, only to find it was dry as cotton. 
  • You gave her a quizzical look, ready to ask what was wrong, but Jumin’s voice interrupted with “Shall we begin?” looking pointedly at the three of you.
  • “Yahoo~” Seven cheered as he plopped down next to Saeran, who had recently been getting dragged along to all the RFA meetings, given he tended to just sit in the corner and pout.
  • Much like right now. He did little more than look at you and nod, which was as courteous a greeting as you were going to get with him.
  • Yoosung nodded, signaling everyone was ready, and the discussion began
  •  
  • You all were about 30 minutes into the conversation
  • Except for Jaehee
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night of the party
  • She couldn’t stop looking at you and feeling guilty
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about telling you
  • “I need water” She stood up abruptly, startling everyone a bit
  • Jumin had a bit of an annoyed look on his face but conceded with “Fine. Quick 5 minute break for everyone”
  • Jaehee booked it to the kitchen
  • “Uh…I’m thirsty too.” Cue Zen bee-lining after her.
  • “Are you Okay??” He asked in a harsh whisper
  • “No I’m not okay!” Jaehee hissed back “We…we have to tell her.”
  • “No!” Zen’s eyes widened “No. You and I both know it was a mistake that will never happen again. She doesn’t need to know.”
  • “Zen if you love her-”
  • “I do love her!” He snapped back “I love her which is why I can’t lose her Jaehee. I know we messed up, I do. But..I can’t lose her over my mistakes” His eyes were pleading even more than his voice
  • Jaehee just stared into the crimson orbs, feeling the knot in her stomach grow. She just weakly nodded.
  • There was a moment of silence before she chugged her glass of water and turned to head back towards the living room where everyone was seated
  • She took a strong stride in
  • She bit her tongue
  • She was not going to-
  • You were the first face she met walking back in
  • Your smile welcoming her back to the circle
  • Your eyes cheery
  • Your heart open to her as it had been since the first day even when she treated you coldly.
  • Zen was right behind Jaehee and nearly bumped into her when she stopped dead in her tracks
  • “Jaehee?” You and he called at the same time, him due to her abrupt stop, and you because of the tears suddenly pouring from her eyes.
  • “Jaehee what’s wrong?” You rushed to her, attracting everyone’s attention
  • You caught Zen’s face from over her shoulder, his eyes wide. Knowing.
  • “M-MC” Jaehee choked out
  • “W-What is it?” You asked worriedly taking her trembling hands in yours
  • “MC” Her voice fell. There was just a moment of silence. Everyone in the room was looking, the outburst had even taken a hold of Saeran’s full attention.
  • “Zen and I…we’ve done something awful” 
  • You knew what she was suggesting but..no. No you didn’t. No way that’s what she meant you’re just confusing things.
  • “…What did you do?” You asked cautiously
  • Sniffling. Endless sniffling. You looked to Zen, who was pale and looked like he was also ready to cry.
  • “Zen…what happened?”
  • “I’m so sorry” He managed to get out before the lump in his throat clogged his vocal cords.
  • “At the party MC we- we had….” Jaehee couldn’t get the filthy three letter word out of her mouth
  • You dropped her hands and looked to Zen
  • “MC I’m so sorry” Zen repeated, his voice shaking even more
  • Everyone was quiet, waiting for your response
  • You had none. Just an empty stare and mouth slightly agape, waiting for words to come out of their own accord
  •  Finally they did
  • “This is a really cruel joke to play” You feigned a very obvious forced smile as your eyes blinked back tears “I never thought you guys would do such a thing..haha” You wiped a way a small drop ready to roll down your cheek
  • “MC!” Jaehee exclaimed “This isn’t-”
  • “Jaehee.” Your voice dropped. “I really don’t find this funny.”
  • “Neither do I!” The brown haired girl went to take your hand again but you pulled away
  • “And Zen” You turned to him “I don’t- I don’t know..how…” You couldn’t finish the sentence
  • They were everywhere. Pouring down your face, flooding your eyes, gathering in a small pool at your chin. It was an onslaught of tears rolling down your cheeks, choking your words, your thoughts, your everything.
  • “MC” Zen reached out to you, only to have his hand swatted away by yours.
  • You just stared at him and cried, forcing him to look you in the eyes as your faux smile fell to pieces. 
  • You felt a hand softly fall upon your shoulder, and you turned to see Seven looking at you, apologetic pity in his eyes. Saeran stood behind him, wearing an angrier version of his twin’s sentiment. 
  • “Let’s go for a ride, get some fresh air, huh MC?” The red head’s voice was soft
  • You softly nodded and let him guide you towards the door, not even able to muster up to energy to look back at Jaehee and Zen. 
  • Saeran did however, and he looked back towards the two with a face full of disgust, up until the moment he slammed the door
  • “what a good meeting” Jumin grumbled under his breath as he turned a disdainful eye towards Zen
  •  
  • You drove for a couple hours probably. Most of it in silence, but a comfortable one. You were in the passenger seat and Saeran was in the back, Seven at the wheel finding desolate roads and flying down them, giving the wind of your open window some sort of purifying feeling. It stung, but it felt good. Your hair whipped around and the land raced by and you occasionally sobbed but that was ok.
  • Eventually you found yourself back at the Chois’ place, sitting on the couch, staring at a TV playing a movie that you hadn’t been paying attention to for the last hour. Your mind was elsewhere, wondering what you had done wrong.
  • You looked at the carton of ice cream in your hand, only doing so because the sight of Saeran setting his own empty one on the coffee table had triggered you to remember Seven had given you your own carton to drown your sorrows in.
  • The redhead had actually gone out to buy more, so it was just you and Saeran on the black leather couch staring at the TV screen.
  • “Do you want this?” You offered the ice cream to Saeran who’s expression turned from bored to surprised, probably because you’d been silent for the past six hours aside from a sob here and there.
  • “You don’t want it?”
  • “I’m not hungry”
  • He stared at you and the carton for a second, his face unreadable.
  • He wanted to insist you eat the ice cream, because personally he found it to always make him feel better, but he figured you didn’t want to hear it.
  • He took the carton from your hands and placed it on the table in front of you two
  • Silence aside from the noise of the TV.
  • He cast a glance to you, only to find your eyes on the floor.
  • “doyou wantalk” You barely understood what he said it was so quiet
  • “What?” You looked to him
  • He thought you were asking out of surprise rather than inaudibility and “My therapist…he says that talking things out makes you feel better.” He looked indignant for a moment, likely remembering how stupid he felt when he rejected the idea only to find later that his therapist had been correct
  • “I…I have nothing to say” Your shell of a voice whispered
  • Saeran furrowed his brows at you. “Say you hate them”
  • “What?”
  • His voice raised a bit “You hate them don’t you? So say it. The therapist said talk about your feelings so start there. They’re scumbags who hurt you and deser-”
  • “No!” You’re voice hit a volume it hadn’t reached in hours. “I don’t hate them!”
  • Saeran was mixed with confusion and anger “What do you mean you don’t hate them? One of your best friends and your boyfriend fucked-”
  • There it was
  • Someone finally said it.
  • The hot tears made a return and began rolling down your cheeks as sudden sobs erupted from your mouth
  • Saeran was alarmed at the sudden show and tried to pinpoint the trigger. He supposes it could be his last sentence but it’s not as if it wasn’t something we all knew.
  • “I….I don’t hate them” You cried once the worst of the sobs subsided.”I don’t even think I want to hate them. I mean it’d be easier but…I don’t. Jaehee…it’s not her fault. She just..got wrapped up in it all. And she’s always liked Zen. How could she have said no. And he..he was drunk” You sputtered out your rationalizations to find that they only annoyed Saeran
  • “The Assistant should still no better. But fine. You know what? She’s not dating you, and clearly she triggered you finding out the truth. So let’s pretend she’s ok? What about the actor? I don’t care that he was drunk. There’s no excuse for him doing that!” The white haired boys voice had become louder and louder, fists clenching tighter and tighter as he began riling up old feelings of betrayal he once felt. “He abandoned you! He left you in the dust and for what? He failed you!”
  • You don’t know when it happened but Saeran had turned towards you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them tight in between his own. His mouth was contorted into some sort of snarl and you saw a fire raging behind his minty eyes. 
  • “Saeran..you’re hurting my hands” You squeaked out.
  • Your small voice dragged him out of whatever memory he was reliving and he sort of faded back into reality with a few blinks of his eyes before turning his attention to his hands. He let go of yours and in a flat voice uttered a “sorry”.
  • You guys were silent again, just staring at the floor, both living in whatever sad memory chose to cross your brains.
  • “You deserve better is all” He finally said.
  • “I know” You replied, voice empty of any real feeling.
  • You looked up, staring at the TV but not actually watching as a man on a horse offered a hand towards a young woman. “I just can’t stop thinking about him. About the him I fell in love with. Is he really gone?”
  • Saeran followed your gaze to the TV, looking on as the girl hopped on the horse. “I think so. That’s assuming he was the guy you thought he was at any point.”
  • “He was.” You said, a little defensive. Saeran looked towards you, watching your emotionless expression, knowing that there was a storm underneath despite the calm appearance. He knew because he often did the same, rocking a stoic appearance while watching all hell break loose in his own head.
  • “Is this the part where I say ‘It gets better’?” 
  • “Do you believe that it does?”
  • “Not a fuckin’ chance” A bitter smirk twisted his lips 
  • “I appreciate the honesty” You sighed
  • “Not in the way that we think it will anyway” He looked off into space somewhere.
  • “Hm?” You turned to him
  • “Everyone imagines that one day soon they’re going to wake up and suddenly it’s not going to hurt anymore. That there’s gonna be a day when you don’t think about this. You’re always gonna think about it. You’re always gonna wonder what you did wrong. Why God hates you. What things would be like if it didn’t happen.”
  • “You don’t think that there can be a day when it all feels ok?” You ask, partially to heal your hopeless heart, and partially because you see Saeran is projecting his own feelings and you’re curious to know how he feels.
  • “Maybe. I haven’t hit it yet though. Doubt I will.” 
  • You stared as he looked off into the distance, feeling as if you could see the scenes of his past playing in his eyes.
  • You were just about to recede back into your ball of depression and hopelessness before he spoke again and took your attention
  • “But that’s me. You’re…you, MC” your questioning look prompted him to continue “You’re…a good person.”
  • “You are to-” You went to say but he cut you off by turning and leaning towards you with a new intensity in his face.
  • “Not like you. If at all” He scoffed. “ You though, everyone loves you. And they’re right too. Because…” suddenly he stopped himself, seeming to turn a little shy.
  • “Because?” You wanted, no, needed to hear this.
  • He gulped down his fear and turned his eyes to the side, unable to look at you as he delivered his next few words, scared of you seeing through him even more than you usually do. 
  • “MC, you’re..everything. You’re smart, you’re cute, and you’re …kind. You always know what to say to help everyone. And that’s the thing. You try to help people, even people trying to hurt you…” His eyes turned back to you “You saw a good in me even when I didn’t. You risked your life to help my brother to save me. You’re…kind of like an angel.”
  • You just stared, taken aback by such kind words, from Saeran of all people. 
  • You were right to be surprised, he wasn’t usually this smooth in conveying his feelings verbally…there must have just been something about you that made it easy for him to talk.
  • “If it gets better for anyone, it’ll be for you, MC” He reached for your hand out of instinct, but pulled back instantly when your skin touched, as if he just realized what he was doing. His eyes did the same, it looked like he just realized how vulnerable he was in that moment, and a sort of wall was raised behind his irises and his whole body tensed a bit.
  • He was scared of being rejected.
  •  …
  • Your hand slowly reached out to his, which was floating in the space between you two, and when he didn’t pull back, you interlaced your fingers together. 
  • A look of awe decorated both of your faces.
  • “Thank you…Saeran.” The light of the TV bounced off your wet eyes, making them look extra glossy.
  • The boy just looked at you, wide eyed, apprehensive for a moment, then nodded and tightened his grip on your hand. It wasn’t the same anger induced bear trap grip from when he grabbed them before. Now it was just firm, reassuring, like a hug.
  • “MC…things will get better for you. If not? I’ll make them.” He gave a subtle squeeze of the hand, giving you the nostalgic feeling of a pinky promise.
  • “You already did.” You let your head, heavy from spinning and sobbing all day, fall on his shoulder.
  • He just looked at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath a pulling you closer, his free hand rubbing your back gently. 
  • Maybe he was wrong
  • Maybe things would get better for him too

anonymous asked:

Omfg new cool FFXV writing blog yaaay <3 How about the boyband crushing hard on a female friend but they don't want to ruin the friendship. Or appear to be that guy who is in it for the booty. So they accidentally fess up in a normal conversation and she's stunned. Does she reject them or agree to take it slow? Up to you love <3

Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both

Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!

(looooong post, guys. strap in)

Noctis:

He didn’t mean to tell you.

He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.

Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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anonymous asked:

it's my birthday!!!! and i was wondering if you could do any fluff whizzer/marvin headcanons or anything because i love what you write and it would be the best birthday ever if you wrote me something!! ((if you don't want to, or it's too sudden i totally understand!!))

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Marvin/Whizzer Headcanons

  • Marvin is emotionally clingy. He’s the “I melt every time you say you love me” and loves praise like no other (a little nsfw - but Marvin? Def has a praise kink). Whizzer knows this, so whenever he’s messed up or is just feeling really sappy/cheeky, he starts laying in on thick - telling Marvin how handsome he is, how smart he is, how lucky Whizzer is to have him. He loves to make Marvin preen and smile, and a little flattery can go a long way.
  • Whizzer is physically clingy. He’s the one that wraps around Marvin in bed, entangling their legs together and resting his head on his chest and running his fingers up and down his sides and kneading at his stomach. He’s also not afraid of PDA in public - he’ll lean his head on Marvin’s shoulder or grab his ass or offhandedly throw his arm around him. Also, this physical clingyness?? Gets 100% worse when Whizzer is drunk. Marvin essentially wears drunk Whizzer.
  • Whenever they get back together, Whizzer is still wary of “new Marvin” and suspects that Marvin is still the same insecure, gruff, overcompensating guy that he once was. So Whizzer gifts him short, tight rainbow-colored shorts (the ones Marvin wore during Day in Falsettoland) and gives them to him with feigned offhandedness, saying like “these made me think of you.” Whizzer thought that Marvin would balk at the femininity and get mad at him/never wear them. But Marvin is like “he thought of ME?? He got ME something???” and is just sooo heart-eyes and he wears the shorts around the house AND out in public with little care to what the outside world thinks. And Whizzer begins to accept that maybe second chances really can work out.
  • Marvin sings obnoxiously loud in the shower. Whizzer pretends to be annoyed by it but he lowkey loves Marvin’s voice and sometimes - when Whizzer is in a particular good mood - Whizzer joins him and they make it a weird, disorganized, awful, fun duet.
  •  Since Whizzer is a photographer, you know that he has piles and piles of pictures of Marvin - shaving in the bathroom, playing chess with Jason, laughing with the lesbians next door, lying asleep and naked in bed, looking heart-eyes into the camera (AT THE PHOTOGRAPHER).
  • Remember in Thrill of First Love when Whizzer wanted roses and Marvin basically said no??? Well, their first date post-Baseball Game, Marvin shows up on Whizzer’s doorstep to take him out with like five bouquets of roses.
  • Whizzer and Marvin have a continual competition as to who can come up with the cheesiest, most embarrassing pet names for each other. Whoever can come up with the cheesiest AND say it without laughing wins. Right now, Whizzer has yet to beat Marvin’s “sexy-filled donut with darling sprinkles.”
  • One time, out in public at like some event where they were surrounded by strangers, Whizzer introduced himself  with Marvin’s last name instead of Brown and Marvin was just sooo flustered that entire night, he could barely string together one sentence.
  • The first time they said I love you to each other, it was during a fight and as soon as they both admitted it, they never acknowledged what was said and they just ended up having hurried, sloppy, desperate sex on the floor. The morning after, however, they spend the entire time in bed, taking turns exploring each other’s bodies and whispering the words I love you I love you I love you into one another’s skin.


Just some fluffy headcanons in general

  • (not necessarily Marvin and Whizzer but it’s fluffy) Mendel and Whizzer take Jason to baseball games. They make a day out of it, and it’s not like Trina and Marvin aren’t allowed to come, but it’s kinda unspoken that they let Jason hang out with his two dads. It’s a great way that Jason can unwind from the stress that Marvin and Trina give him, and it’s just good bonding for the three boys. At first, Mendel and Whizzer barely spoke to one another and only talked to Jason, but after years of this habit, the conversation flow between the two is very loose and easy and Mendel and Whizzer are the kind of friends that seem oddly matched at first but then you hang out with them and see how they interact and it’s an oh yeahh, i can see it now moment.
  • Trina and Mendel def jammed out to those Richard Simmons tapes for their work-out sessions. 
  • The lesbians and Whizzer/Marvin have double date night every month - sorry that’s fact. I don’t make the rules.
  • Trina packs both Mendel’s and Jason’s lunches for work/school and she adds cute personalized notes for both of her darling men. 
  • Marvin and Cordelia are the biggest Star Wars nerds when it comes out. They have no chill and they argue with every other nerd boy that every single Star Wars character is gay.
  • Jason totes helps Cordelia bake things and keeps her company during summer break when everyone else is at work and she’s lonely.
  • Trina knit Mendel a really ugly, ill-fitting scarf and Mendel wears it every single day.
  • For the first year of their marriage, Trina had to learn how to stop feeling so surprised when Mendel would tell her that he loved her and he seemed like he actually meant it.
Insta Live -Daniel Seavey

Requested: Yes 

I got the request for a random Daniel imagine, so this came from scratch. Hope it works!

Word Count: 1,111 !!!  (sorry i thought that was a cool number ok?)

Synopsis: Story in which your relatively new boyfriend and you bicker like a married couple whilst enjoying a game night. Your relationship gets revealed over an Instagram live stream. 


“Cheater! You aren’t allowed to do that!” Daniel threw his hands in the air and shouted.  You slid your metal game piece across the board and took a pile of colorful, fake money. “Last time I checked, you didn’t make up the rules to Monopoly. Did you?” you jokingly snapped back at him. Your boyfriend of one month sat across from you and stared down at the intense board game that was unfolding. “You always win! It’s not fair. There either has to be something I’m not understanding, or the more probable option: You are a dirty little cheater!”  

 “But I’ve played this way my whole life!”

 “I don’t care! That is the most stupid rule I have ever heard of!” Daniel yelled and tossed his Monopoly piece into the air. You fell back onto the floor in a fit of laughter. There was only one thing better than beating Daniel at Monopoly: Daniel getting fake mad about it.

Then, he joined you in laughter as well, finally breaking character. The boy couldn’t act angry with you for more than a minute and everyone knew it.

“Hey! You two!” Jack marched through the hallway of the Why Don’t We house—iPhone in hand. “I’m trying to do a live stream on Instagram and you are screaming over my thoughts!” He swung open the door and panned the camera across the room, revealing the messy game night set up that you two had created. You and Daniel sat on the ground of the living room, surrounded by pillows and blankets. A bowl of popcorn had been overturned in the process.

Instinctually, you held a hand over your face. “Jack! I didn’t sign up to have my face broadcasted to thousands of people.” Of course, you were half joking. You knew that when you started dating Daniel, people would eventually find out and would probably give you extra social media attention for it. So yes, tons of people would see your face at some point. There was just one little problem. You and Daniel had yet to go public with your relationship. A lot of fans speculated your relationship status, but most were still convinced that you two were good friends.

Jack laughed at your camera shyness and started reading off the flood of comments. 

“OMG I SHIP.”

“Is that y/n?”

“#yourshipname is real.”

“Date already!”

 Jack raised his eyebrows and winked at both of you. “Looks like they want you two to stop dancing around the obvious.”

 You gave Jack the evil eye and shook you head. “I have no idea what you are talking about. The only obvious thing here is that I am beating Daniel’s butt.” Daniel raised a hand to his chest, pretending to be shocked. “Not true, y/n! I am a Monopoly master!” You waved your stack of bills in front of your face and proceeded to play along with his banter. “C’mon Daniel. Don’t lie to your fans. It’s not nice.”

Daniel protested again, pushing his default accusation that you were cheating.

“I think you’ve landed yourself a spot in that Monopoly jail cell. I suspect foul play!”

You cupped a hand around your ear and plastered a puzzled look on your face. “Sorry. What was that? I can’t hear you over all of this cash.”

“Fine, fine. You’ve got me,” he raised his hands in surrender. “Win. Lose. I don’t care, because at the end of the day, I still get to kiss your face. So, who’s the real winner here?”

Your eyes widened. His comment actually caught you by surprise. Despite your prior agreement to keep your relationship on the down low, he seemed to be revealing it all on camera. Jack’s jaw dropped at Daniel’s flirtatious response.

“Well there you have it folks! The cat is out of the bag!” The comments immediately started going wild again.

Heat began running to your cheeks, so Daniel reached over and gave your hand a squeeze. “Sorry, love. I couldn’t resist that one. I saw the opportunity and I had to take it.”

Jack passed the phone off to Daniel. “I think you are getting quite a few questions. (yourshipname) is taking over my live.” Daniel grinned at the viewers’ reactions. “Aw y/n they think you are cute! Come talk to the fans.” 

There was no going back now, so you chose to finally embrace being in the public eye. Your boyfriend’s eyes scanned the comments as they poured in.

What’s her name?

- Well this is y/n y/l/n. I think she’s pretty cool.”

Where did you meet?

-We met at The Grove in L.A. I was trying to pull ‘a Jonah’ and just go up and talk to her, because I thought she was really pretty and probably out of my league.” You could feel yourself start to blush again so you ducked out of frame.

Daniel laughed at your attempt to avoid the attention and reached out to grab your arm. “Nooo y/n. They want you to come back!” He moved so that he was sitting next to you and pulled you into his side. “Look!” he said as he gestured towards the crowd of humans on the other end of the screen. “They are being super nice!” Daniel was excited to finally be able to gush over you, so you couldn’t object.

You read through more of the questions and picked out one that caught your eye.

Can you tell us a secret about Daniel? ;)

“Ooh someone asked if I could spill some dirt on you!” you teased. “I can’t say no to that. Can I?” He rolled his eyes in response. You guys were always playfully trying to push each other’s buttons.

“Well. Daniel was actually late on our first date.”

“Hey! In my defense, I was-”

“I know I know,” you interrupted. “He claims that he was late because he spent too long holding the door for all of the people exiting the mall.”

Daniel slung his arm over your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. “It’s true! I promise!” All you could do was laugh at how honestly innocent he was.

“I know! If that excuse came out of anyone else’s mouth, I wouldn’t have believed them. But, that definitely sounds like something you would do. You’re too nice sometimes.”

Daniel kissed your cheek and smiled. His eyes always lit up the same way when he looked at you and fans definitely noticed. The way his eyes scanned your face was what made people doubt your “just friends” act in the first place.

 “Hey!” Jack shouted from the other side of the room. “No PDA on my Instagram live!”


Just some quick Daniel humor/ kinda fluff 

Hope you enjoyed! 

-Faith

P.S. Message me if you need anything :-)

don’t call it a romance

I just can’t let go of the fic idea where Geno takes all of the penalties because Sid is the penalty box attendant. Here is another version of it!


The first time it happens, Greg-the-penalty-box-attendant, says, “Sarah, my sitter just canceled, I have to fucking leave. I’m so sorry,” and Sarah-the-ice-crew-manager exclaims, “But you have the box tonight!”

Sidney, on his way to the locker room to talk to some of the guys before the game starts, happens to be walking by at this moment (slowly and on crutches), and can’t help but overhear. In his infinite wisdom—and, suffering from a broken foot that’s been encased in a cast for too long already and is all the motivation he needs, really—Sidney offers, “I could do it?”

Sarah and Greg turn to stare at him as if he’s gone completely bonkers.

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Wish

Summary: Jeongguk only wants one thing for his birthday, and the best way to get it is through his most favorite bro. Or, the conversation setting up that threesome
Pairing: jeongguk x taehyung, mentioned jeongguk x reader
A/N: uhhh tae and jeongguk are gross, that’s all i got to say. this is completely self-indulgent but @blueagust doesn’t have her submit box open so here we goooo. oh and warnings for a bathroom blowjob
Word Count: 1.729

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Hunk: you know Lance, if I wasn’t chasing that hot Cuban ass of yours I would never put up with this kind of shit.
Lance: Oh come on Hunkypoo, flying a jets like pleasuring a woman.
Pidge: yeah and clearly you don’t know how to do either
Lance: watch and learn little Pidgin. Yahoo!
Pidge: wow Lance you sure showed me, I didn’t think it was possible to mess up that badly.
Lance: you know what Pidgin, eat a dick
Pidge; isn’t that your job
Hunk: unfortunately no…
Lance: what?
Hunk: what?!
Iverson: What in the name of Tarantino was that!
Pidge: apparently that was Lance pleasure-
Lance: That was a badass crash
Iverson: oh really? Do you just destroyed a 4 billion dollar simulator to look badass?
Lance: yes sir
Iverson: well it wasn’t! That crash was barley PG! Where’s the ump where the Bay factor?
Lance: sir if I may
Iverson: no you may not pretty boy! Do you know why you cadets are here.
Pidge: to explore space before the Russians do to pretend we’re still a relevant country?
Iverson: no! It’s to look like action stars and get hired by Hollywood! And you McClain did not look like an action star! You know who is?
Lance: ah jeez here it comes. Was it Keith?
Iverson: Keith Fucking Cocane!
Hunk: sir I think it’s Kogane
Iverson: did I ask for your input tubby?
Hunk: no sir
Iverson: so you keep your dick hole shut!
Lance: sir Keith dropped out, I’m the best pilot here
Iverson: yeah because the coolest most badass student we ever had, decided he preferred to be a cowboy hermit rather then a friggen action star
Pidge: well I can’t say I blame him, always perfected horror movies myself
Iverson: what was that midget!
Pidge: nothing, I said. Nothing, your PTSD must be acting up again.
Iverson: hmmm you might be right. Guess I’ll go watch some Netflix to calm me down. Taken here I come.


Lance: ok so the plan is simple, we sneak passed the cameras, dodge the guards then do some cool acrobatics over the laser wires then boom Taco Bell.
Hunk: or we could take the stairs
Lance: the stairs are no fun.

Lance: wow I hadn’t realised how amazing the stairs could be! What with the otters! And the stripper pole and the- wait is that…
Pidge: if Matt’s been butt probed I’m never gonna marry him off
Lance: *whispers* do you know what paranoia is?
Pidge: Ahhh! God dammit Lance this stuff could explode you know!
Lance: seriously!
Pidge:… no?
Hunk: is this plutonium
Pidge: no but don’t stand too close you may catch a bit of the old deadness that’s been going around.
Lance: so you working on getting porn on your laptop again?
Pidge: what no gross, I’ve just been listening into classified government files that’s all.
Lance: oh that’s all. THAT COULD GET YOU THROWN INTO PRISON!
Hunk: yeah a little thing like you wouldn’t last a day in the big pen. They would corner you trying to claim you as their little pet before forcing you to perform an exotic dance for their amusement.
Pidge: firstly, Hunk how would you know?
Hunk: that’s not important
Pidge: right… secondly apparently a space ships crashed
Lance: seriously! Where!
Pidge: over there
Lance: where?
Pidge: there!
Hunk: hey look a space ship
Lance: and there’s Keith!
Pidge: how can you tell
Lance: I would recognise that ass anywhere!
Hunk: wait what!
Keith: *singing* ya gotta know when ta hold them, know when ta fold them
Shiro: Urg nooooo not the furys
Keith: hang on partner I’m gonna get you outa here
Lance: oh no you don’t!
Keith: who in tarnatation are you?
Lance: it’s me lance
Keith: ain’t ringing any bells
Lance: the Garrison Christmas party?
Keith: nope
Lance: iverson’s office?
Keith: sorry partner but your as good as a stranger to me
Pidge: wait is that Shiro?
Hunk: is he dead? Cause I’m not going back to prison for killing some white boy
Lance: no but we need to get out of here
Pidge: easier said then done, this place is crawling with guards, there’s only one bike and oh yeah we are in a fortified isolated area! There is no possible way imaginable that we could get away fro-
Pidge: oh wow we got away
Keith: it’s good to have ya back partner
Shiro: it’s good to be back…
Keith: so probing?
Shiro: yeah totally real
Keith: cool… cool

Ten Dos and Ten Don'ts of dating Min Yoongi

i think i’m funny, jungkook’s a brat; the usual. happy birthday to me lmao

a complete guide on what to do and not to do if you happen to be dating a man called min yoongi, brought to you by yoongi’s favorite brat, jeon jungkook.

word count: 1,306 | AO3

Disclaimer: Jeon Jungkook does not take responsibility for Yoongi’s actions, and therefore should not be held accountable for any negative reactions his boyfriend might have, as Yoongi’s levels of tolerance towards Jungkook – and towards Jungkook only – exceed all expectations.

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anon request | myungjin

“Ugh, he’s so cute!”Myungjun whined, stabbing at his lunch.

“Why don’t you just talk to him? You know, like a normal person,” Moon Bin rolled his eyes. He paused. “Nevermind, you’re not normal.” Myungjun threw a cherry tomato at the other in retaliation.

“I don’t even know his name. He’s so freaking hot and he sits in the front and sometimes when I manage to get a seat somewhere behind him, I see this cute little birthmark he has on his neck and ugh he’s just so attractive.”

“I don’t know… Dongmin’s pretty fucking hard to beat.”

“Your boyfriend isn’t fucking human, Bin,” Myungjun deadpanned. Ever since Moon Bin started dating that art major that everyone on campus seemed to know except Myungjun, the whole world imploded in chaos. Suddenly, everyone was really interested in Moon Bin which meant they in turn recognized Myungjun as the tiny friend of the guy who’s dating Lee Dongmin. It was college for fuck’s sake. Why was everyone such a high school kid? Sure, Dongmin was handsome. But he wasn’t that handsome. But Myungjun would never say that out loud again because the backlash he received for even muttering those words was ridiculous.

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anonymous asked:

Hello again! Thank you so much for writing the blind s/o prompt! It made my night because I was afraid you might find it confusing or weak. I adore your writing style and loved your take on it! If you don't mind, may I request possessive + stalking Sombra, trying to find the opportunity to kidnap her s/o, but sees their fem s/o getting mugged and gets hurt. How would she react? Thank you again in advance! I hope you have a great day or night! 💖

Hi there! It was no problem at all! I thought it was a really cute ask and, besides, I don’t think I’d ever find any requests confusing or weak so dw about any of that stuff! You’re really too sweet haha, thank you! Sorry if this was a bit late, I’ve been working on most my asks chronologically. Hope you like it!!

-

Her day started normally enough: doing some work in the early morning and waiting impatiently for you to wake up. One of her screens is set to a camera of your room, a second to your computer feed, and a third to your phone.

It was easy.

All she had to do was follow you home from the grocery store and slip in before you could close the door. She stood as close to you as possible without touching. She was always watching watching watching. Frozen pizza again? She frowned. That was no good. One day she’d have you eat with her: tamales, spaghetti, burgers. Anything but frozen pizza. She even sat next to you on the couch, watching you watch videos as you ate. She made sure to touch your phone and computer with a gloved hand, watching intensely as you typed in your passwords, and taking a sample of your fingerprints.

It worried her. The way you didn’t even notice your bathroom door creak open as you took a bath or how your bed felt warmer than usually when you finally laid down to sleep. It took every ounce of self-control not to reach out and hold you when you curled up. She had already been laying there, waiting, not expecting you to fall asleep right out of the bath. She got up carefully, leaning in to smell you before getting to work. Small cameras, mics, and sensors rigged every room in your home. Checking her phone, she grinned. She would get a notification if you so much as changed rooms. This way she could watch you even if she was busy with a mission.

Those days, she spent a lot of time watching a shifting feed of cameras tracking your movement: from your room to the kitchen to the streets to the store. Security cameras were everywhere nowadays. She kept track of who you spoke to, watching your conversations carefully, and eagerly collecting the selfies you sent to friends who insisted they weren’t receiving anything. Everyone you talked to for too long would suddenly find an emergency at work or school and clamber home, apologizing for the short conversation or canceled plans. On free days, she’d track your movement by the second, following you around the way she is now, pretending that the two of you were on a date.

It took her so long to plan everything right. It was a slow process, finding the perfect location to set you up, customizing her own security system to ensure you’d never leave, and collecting objects that you “lost” from your apartment to fill up your soon-to-be new home. All that was left was to take you. She had to make sure you were in an unmonitored space like this one. An odd shortcut you found on the way home. Did you need more time? Did she need to chloroform you? Lure you out to the middle of no where? Snatch you right from your bed? She imagined it desperately. You would whimper and cry and beg, but she’d make sure you couldn’t scream. Even imagining it was too much. It was almost like she could hear the pain and fear in your voice. It was like she was actually hearing you scream.

A shocking crack pulls her from her thoughts. Sombra’s mouth falls open. It wasn’t her imagination at all. A group of thieves had you circled. One of them had angrily clocked you across the face with his gun. Shut up, he sneered. Shut up! You whimpered on the floor, holding your bleeding face. A nasty bruise was already beginning to form. He kept a gun pointed at you as the others snatched your bag, demanding your phone and wallet. You gave it to them without protest and, right as you thought they were going to leave, he turned and clocked you across the head again. This time, you collapsed.

Sombra saw red.

You wake up in your room.

Was it a dream, you wonder? Certainly not, not with the way your head pounded or face stung. You turn over and grab your lost teddy bear, breathing deep. Your eyes snap open. Your lost teddy bear? You tear off the blankets (the ones that have been on your amazon wish list for weeks), and find yourself in pajamas you thought the washing machine ate.

The door beeps and you freeze. You hear a mechanical whirr and locks clicking before it swings open. Sombra smiles at you in surprise. Her clothes are wet and red.

Yonda!” She greets. She reaches forward to embrace your trembling body. She’s very sorry, you know. She should have taken you a long time ago. “How are you feeling?”

You tremble silently, mouth moving to speak, but no words come out. She coos, gently stroking your face and leaving blood against your bruises. You’re safe now. You belong to Sombra now. No one will ever hurt you again.

anonymous asked:

prompt: kara/lena + moved in together without noticing.

Let’s all pretend Kara knows where Lena’s house is. I also took liberty with how the suit works. For reasons.


The first.

It’s an accident. Kara goes by Lena’s apartment after Lena saved the city and Lillian had been driven away in the back of a police car. Only to see if she’s okay. Kara just wants to be a friend, to stop by and make sure that darkened look in the back of Lena’s eye is gone. She’d seen it as Supergirl, but they’d been surrounded by people and there’d been no way to ask her. Kara hadn’t been lying, when she’d let slip to Lena that she knows what it’s like to feel let down by your parents. She knows what it means, that look. That pain. 

Maybe not entirely, but she understands in some form.

In many ways, Kara’s father and Lena’s mother teamed up to destroy lives.

It’s with that hollow thought that Kara knocks on Lena’s door.

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anonymous asked:

OK so Oikawa on a reality tv show right? And the producers want to make drama so they ask him and this girl to pretend to hate each other so they pretend to be exs and they keep coming up with crazier and crazier reasons as to why they broke up, or what the other person did to them but the entire time off camera they get along really well and start falling to each other. You don't have to write this if its too far out there. The idea just kinda popped into my head and I thought you might like it

Sorry for taking so long, but I absolutely had to write this!

Oikawa Tooru

“Cut!” the producer screamed for the hundredth time today. He jumped off of his chair and walked towards Tooru and the girl in front of him. He pointed at his chest while his fierce eyes seemed to pierce through Tooru his own.

“You have to be angry! She just cheated on you with the man behind the counter!”

“The man behind the counter?” Tooru asked. “I thought it was my dad?”

The girl giggled at his answer but the producer didn’t seem to think it was funny. 

“Your dad? That was last week!” he hit Tooru with the script and sighed deeply. “Keep your facts straight boy, or I’ll search for someone else.”

He walked back towards his chair and massaged the side of his face frustratedly. Tooru watched him for a little, while he and the girl took their positions back. He didn’t have the time to ask for her name yet. This week of filming was stressful and busy that he simply didn’t have the time to take a little break.

She nudged his side playfully and grinned; “Next week he would let me cheat on you with your dog”


Finally the day ended and Tooru walked outside, immediately spotting the girl who played his wife. She stood there alone. She was holding her bag above her head to shelter her from the rain as she seemed to search for someone.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Tooru joined her, sharing his umbrella.

She smiled and nodded at his friendly gesture as she shuffled a little closer to stay completely dry under the shared umbrella.

“Yeah. My uber driver texted me that he’d be late. You’re Oikawa right?”

Tooru nodded and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“That’s me. I can bring you home if you want, eh..?”

“L/N, L/N Y/N”

“Ah, I finally know your name” Tooru smiled.

He walked towards his car. It didn’t go as easy as he thought it would be. Sharing an umbrella while walking is actually pretty difficult. He opened the door for Y/N as she chuckled and took a seat.

“What a gentlemen” she wiggled her eyebrows as Tooru took his own seat behind the stearing wheel.

“Everything for a pretty lady” he shot back what made her laugh.


The friendship bloomed pretty fast after this. Tooru made sure to bring two coffees everytime he had a break so he had an excuse to talk to Y/N again. Talking while shooting a scene didn’t count to him. They were both someone else and very different from their own personalities.


“You want us to divorce?” Y/N raised an eyebrow at the short man.

“Exactly” the producer, who finally stopped with the weird cheating scenes, crossed his arms and pointed at Tooru. “And you’re going to throw everything in reach towards him.”

“What if I accidentally hit him?”

“That would be even better” he left again, leaving Y/N and Tooru alone.

“This man is absolutely crazy.”


They thought it would stop after the divorce. But it didn’t. Oh boy it didn’t. More people seemed to watch this show now, for whatever reason it may be. Tooru would never watch this show if he saw it on tv. It was weird, unrealistic and too many things were happening at once.

“Cut! Take a break guys. You did well.” 

Y/N immediately hurried towards Tooru who was making weird movements with his jaw. 

“Oh dear, I hurt you with the book didn’t I?” she asked worried. 

“Yeah” he chuckled but stiffened as Y/N placed her hand on his jaw. 

“I’m so sorry”

“It’s.. okay” he said, looking the other way to hide his blushing face.


Two months of weird stories for the break up and many scenes where they threw stuff at each other later, the producer hurried into the studio again. He was waving the new script in the actors their faces.

“Good news guys, you’re going to get back together. We asked for some opinions from people who watch the show and they seem to really like you as a couple!”

Tooru grinned at his comment. He took is personally even though he was very aware that they were both very different from their characters. Even Y/N seemed to have a little blush spread across her cheeks.

“How exactly do you want us to get back together again?” asked Tooru and raised his eyebrow slightly. 

The producer clapped in his hand and licked his lips. He jumped slightly from enthusiasm and gave the two lead characters a weird look. 

“A romantic scene, in the rain, with tears and a very passionate kiss”

Tooru his eye widened. He didn’t dare look at Y/N her reaction about this. Sure, he had kissed many girls before for a film, but this was different. He started feeling more towards the girl instead of colleagues. 

“A kiss?”

“A kiss” the producer nodded. 


And so it happened. Both Tooru and Y/N were soaked and currently standing on the set where the fake rain would start pouring down any minute. He felt his hands shake a little. He wanted to slap himself. Why would he be nervous? It’s just a kiss. Just a stupid kiss for a stupid serie that only stupid people watch. Y/N gave him a small smile and he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even when she was soaked by the fake rain, she still looked gorgeous as always. 

“Ready? 3, 2, 1, ACTION!”

Y/N immediately got into her role. She started crying and screaming as Tooru looked hurt and shocked. 

“I never cheated on you with anyone! I just felt like you were losing interest in me and I needed to something to get you back!” she screamed and walked towards him. 

“God I’ve been so stupid!” Tooru put his hands on his head and started laughing through his tears as the fake rain ticked on the ground. “I love you” he said, swallowing deeply. 

It felt like he was confessing his love for her right here right now. And her reaction seemed to think the same. She got out of her role a little second and blushed. The corners of her lips twitched as if she wanted to smile. 

“I love you so much. I thought you really did cheat. I wanted you, no, I want you. I need you.” he took a couple steps closer to her small form. 

“Kenji” she whispered. 

“Safu” Tooru answered softly. 

They both swallowed deeply. Tooru saw her eyes flash to his lips. They ignored the rest of the scene as they particularly jumped at each other. The kiss was rough, messy and needy. Tooru his hands drifted of to her hips and she jumped in his arms, her legs locking around his waist as his arms rested underneath her. 

“And cut!” the producer screamed. 

Tooru slowly let Y/N down. They were both silent. Tooru felt awkward and he tried to avoid looking at her. The producer walked towards them and threw his arms around their shoulders, laughing loudly. 

“Perfect! Absolutely perfect! I felt the emotion. This ending is genius and I’m sure everyone will want a season 2!”


Tooru took a deep breath and walked towards Y/N. They had been avoiding each other a little. They were both busy getting everything out of their dressing rooms now that the shooting was over. Tooru knew that if he didn’t confess his feelings right now, he wouldn’t see her until they would shoot a season 2. 

“Hey” he said. 

She turned around and gave him a little smile. 

“Hi”

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“That wasn’t how I expected our first kiss to be” he chuckled. “Do you want to go get coffee together before we try it again?”

Idiot. Fucking idiot Tooru. You sound desperate and you’re a creep. Why didn’t you just-

“Yeah.” she laughed. “That sounds lovely”

gonewiththeyoosung  asked:

Why, hello there. How have you been? I hope you don't regret making this blog haha. Your carnival HC was the best thing I swear - if you don't mind how about an MC who doesn't like going on the tall/high/"scary" rides but as soon as they try it once they want to do it again and again (maybe alternating between other rides but they will repeat their bravery) and the others just reacting to that enthusiasm? If not, maybe something involving going into the tunnel of love? (I've never been but--)

Hi there~! I’ve been good, I hope you’ve been good also! Lolol no, I’m not regretting it.

Awwwwwh, thank you so much!! ^////^ *insert intense flustered-ness here*

Let’s get to it! I’m excited~

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Yoosung

- okay lets be real here, he doesn’t like the roller coasters much either

- so he was perfectly fine with staying on the teacups or the merry-go-round

- until, you wanted to face your fear! oh god MC why

- you chose one of the smaller ones to begin with and he was not going to complain to you because he wanted to seem manly to you lies

- you guys got the front seat! yay

- by the end he is paper white and gripping on for dear life

- totally screams and almost cries

- “oh god MC what do you mean you want to go again… fine”

- after going like five more times, you wanted to go oN THE BIGGER ONES “MC ARE YOU CRAZY

- goes once with you and then stops because no way no thank you nope

- instead he goes and gets you fairy floss/cotton candy and watches you go on again… and again…. and again…

- support from the sidelines’

- makes you promise to go on the merry-go-round and the tunnel of love before you leave

- what a baby


Zen

- he really likes the fast rides

- he has a freaking motorbike who am i kidding

- respects you that you didn’t want to go on them - “wait, what MC? Are you sure? They’re scary and fast and- don’t look at me like that okay fine I’m just worried”

- awwwww protective Zen mode: activate

- you guys go on a ‘mediumly fast’ ride and sit in the middle

- but first you help him put his hair in a bun “Zen there are other people okay we need to respect their space”

- definitely wraps his arms around you or at least holds your hand

- 100% for going again “if that’s what you want, princess~”

- you guys gradually up the speed factor and the height factor

- kisses for the camera~

- definitely going on the ferris wheel and kissing at the top

- and definitely going on the tunnel of love more than once


Jaehee

- the soft bab is a little scared of them too but would be willing to face her fear

- also avoids them for other reasons boob pain

- agrees to go on the smaller ones with you because she loves you

- does not like the loops on the roller coasters

- you both agree to stay off of the high ass rides

- slightly wary to go on fast rides but will go on most with you

- but let her rest after going on a few pls because pain

- you guys mix a few other attractions and stalls in between rides but will continue to go on them

- you both end up having a blast and promise to go again

- but still no ridiculously fast rides


Jumin

- considering he didn’t really ‘interact with the general public’ as a kid he never went to amusement parks

- so this tol bean doesn’t know what he’s getting into

- before he goes with you, he has Jaehee write up a report on the dangers of amusement parks and carnivals and everything i can feel her tears already

- when you mention you want to go on a ‘fast and scary’ ride he doesn’t really know what to do

- immediately looks at the report lol

- goes along with you, on a relatively scary one

- bribes the ride person to let you cut ahead

- mr robot is definitely a robot on the roller coasters.

- hates them with a newfound passion and can’t see why you want to go again

- freezes up on every ride you go on except the tunnel of love

- that one you go on like 20 more times

- there’ll definitely be a lot more love and riding going on tonight heuheuheu


Saeyoung

- my god this man loves the fast rides

“It’s almost as good as driving my babies~”

- was fine with going on his own until you mentioned you wanted to join him

- chose the fastest and scariest ride there

- “Go big or go home, MC!!!//slapped

- cheers and shouts in excitement

- is the person to throw their hands up and look the most excited in the photos

- you guys go on the same ride over and over and over and over

- you definitely have trouble finding places to put all of your stuff from stalls

- but you go on the tunnel of love at the end

- many kisses


V

- i mean the baby is mostly blind I’m so sorry

- so all his senses are heightened which makes the whole thing scarier

- but he’ll go on some of the smaller ones with you once or twice

- vice grip on your hand the whole time

- other than that, he’ll take photos of you (when he can)

- definitely buys the photos of you guys from the rides

- will usually wander around and grab food or toys for you while waiting or just sit down and wait

- accidentally walked into the side of a stall or attraction more than once

- loves hearing you talk about how fun it was and just loves your excitement in general

- you guys definitely still go on the smaller rides and other attractions

- because you want him to have fun too~!!


Saeran

- fuck what

- people?

- no

- wait, roller coasters???

- okay thats alright then

- tbh he loves roller coasters and stuff so much

- lowkey so excited when you said you wanted to go on a roller coaster

- he pretended to be disappointed when you only wanted to go on the smaller ones to begin with but in reality he didn’t mind

- so happy when you went on the faster ones

- blushy blushy when you mentioned the tunnel of love

- tomato or saeran, 99% of people can’t tell the difference!

- just protect him

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Yayyy~ done! they got a little short at the end because i got distracted ^^; whoopsies

I hope this was okay anyways and thank you so much for requesting!! ^///^

Alright, bye bye! *poof*

Can’t Let Go - Part Two

A/N: Yeah, so, there’s kind of a lot of Seungri in this chapter.  That’s what happens when I have to actually work on something and can’t watch him be adorable on Japanese television.  Sorry not sorry. :-P

PART TWO

You escaped to the bathroom before you embarrassed yourself by crying in public, and managed to regain your composure and repair the damage to your makeup with five minutes to spare before you were supposed to meet Seunghyun and Jiyong.

There was a cynical twist to Seunghyun’s lips as you approached, but he didn’t say anything, just stood gracefully and stretched his arms overhead.

“Well, it’s time for me to go.  It’s been…interesting seeing you again, _____,” he said, not even trying to sound sincere.

“Goodbye, oppa,” you said quietly, feeling worn out and not in the mood for any of this.  You almost thought his expression softened for a second, but when you looked again he was scowling as disapprovingly as ever.

“Ready for dinner, jagi?” Jiyong asked as Seunghyun left.  You sighed.

“Can you just take me home, please?  My head is starting to hurt.”  It wasn’t even a lie, there was a throbbing dull ache behind your eyes that you could tell would only get worse as the evening went on.

“Does it?” he said mildly.  “Come on.  We have reservations.”

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  • psychic: *reading my mind*
  • me: here we go, the whiskering begins. gimme your face. no pressure. nose pressure ahahahhaha pa ching and pa zam. your nose is quite a nice texture today. today? that face is not helping. no, no, no, no. how do I look? pretty great. fabulous. aw aw. whiskening achieved. let's answer some Qs. that's an X. you had one job, phil. *clapping* what happens in the basement of google? it's where vloggers are born. mother. would you rather have barbed wire eyelashes, ow, or grass hair? uh, grass hair. why? get a tiny mower, different style everyday. brrr brrr brrr. is canada real? uh, no. it's a fictional country, isn't it? I was aboot to say. *finger snapping* advertise the item closest to you in the most disturbing way you can. it's actually a pair of my underwear which was on the floor. that is your underwear? oh my god. underwear? watch out for an under-scare! disturb not make the worst pun ever. sorry. do a creepy face! *dramatic music* oh wow, that's horrific *weird noises* nooo, no no no no. phil, sing the first song that comes into your head in a scottish accent. oh, I don't know what song is in my head. what the what was that? ow. rekt. no. that was like a russian no. what the fuck was that? there's a russian man in my stomach. I think phil's trying to drop hints that's he's a cannibal, guys. rrr. play tug of war with phil's stress mushroom. what is the stress mushroom? they mean this baby. no, not that. I hate that. No! *struggling* no *more struggling noises* Oh. there's wet stuff in it- OH MY GOD -what is this?-WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME? WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENED? rest in peace, disturbing mushroom. do the next question in dan's room. invent a new swear word and use it in a sentence. alright, ch-chanksplooned. alright, go on then. yeah, I chanksplooned your mom's face. do we wanna know what does chanksplooned-ok. what would be written on your tombstone? oh phil, there was never a better king of the universe. for god's sake. what's on yours, dan? ugh. dan, you're a penguin with rabies and phil, you're a mouse that's constipated. *weird noises* have a staring contest with dan while barking like dogs. whoever laughs first, wins. (?) 3, 2, 1. *barking noises* AH HA HA. y'all laughed. invent something that not one person would ever use. a bed made out of smashed glass. I wouldn't use it. fair enough. phil, sing the john cena theme while dan pretends to be john cena. *john cena theme* ow haha ow I knew that was coming *laughter* do an impression of a dying goose *weird noise* what the hell was- oh my god. *laughter* *weird noise* make a duet about ladders. ladders ladders ladders ladders ladders ladders ladders- who would(?) you step on them and you climb-ladders ladders ladders ladders- they're made of metal, they go up-ladders ladders ladders- if you're a fireman, they're really high. laddeeeerss. ladders ep. that's the symbol of our band. everyone put out their ladder hands. yeah, that's what the crowd's gonna be doing to our concerts. YEAH, LADDERS AH. you just broke the sound barrier. that's what happens when you go fast, you idiot. what the f- oh my god. become a season. oh oh wha what was that? oh, it's spring. you were birthing something. phil, what vegetable should be king? the op-carrot? scroll through your camera roll without looking, choose a random picture and explain the story. scroll scroll scroll STOP. I- I was witnessing nature in action. and taking sneaky photos of it, you perv. HAHAHA. what is happening in this photo? it looks like I'm in a public toilet mid-blink. wow. *bad beatboxing* dan, you're a nacho. phil, you're the salsa. make fanfic. I'm just so dry and crusty and until I just get inside you and submerged myself in your red juices. DIP ME - I can't get into myself-DIP ME DIP ME DIP ME AH DIP DIP AHH AHHH AAAHHH AHHH I'M COMPLETE MMMM MMM. stop it. let's all take a moment to just forget that happened. what is your favorite number of the alphabet? seventy-L. how dry is your wenis? wait, I know what your wenis is! ayee, ayee. it's this. mine's pretty soft. this is your wenis. let me stroke your wenis. that is a smooth wenis. tickle my wenis? *laughter* pretty soft as well. damn, guys. moisturized wenii. ah, let's just move on. let's move on. say a really unerotic word in a sexy voice and then lick your lips. exhaust pipe. OH *disgusted voice* OH I FEEL VIOLATED. concrete. *laughter* nooo. play the spoons. my grandma actually used to play the spoons so, prepare yourselves. *metal sounds* spoons. look up friendship yoga and imitate the first image. what? what the hell is that? HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THAT? so, we sit on our butts, not on our backs and make sure you're kinda like resting on your butt then feet together and then hands. reach. ah, I got one. and the other one. ow. ok. wait, wait, wait. alright now, over to the top. friendship. ow. *laughter* ow ow oh my god I pulled my leg oh oh. we have a very low friendship level otherwise that clearly would've worked. disaster. phil, reenact the photo of chris pratt and his raptors using house plants. I've got this. oh, god. here it is. ok, phil, very well done. *clapping* I'm so proud. that's pretty- you have a problem though. you seriously- I am chris plant. oh, did you just? do a trust exercise. no, no, no that's not a good idea. I'm actually scared. phil, you better-I'm gonna catch you. fall. oh my god. fall. AH OH OH MY GOD OH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH. your scream was incredible. YOU CAUGHT ME. I did. I DIDN'T DIE. Yeah. let's end this right now. So, there we go. thumbs up for another year of phil is not on fire. I'm quite shocked that I actually lived through this video-yeah- it was quite dangerous. You can click on phil's face to subscribe to his channel or my face to subscribe to dan. or click our bellies to subscribe to danandphilgames. is that a thing? give em a little tickle. ok. also, there's loads of new stuff on dan and phil shop so check the out- check that out- there's a link below. and we will see you guys next year. yeahh. i mean, we are gonna make videos but until this, the whiskers will return- there, there will be another of this. ACHOO. uh, sorry. I think that that's a good time to end it. Goodbye. *slow motion screaming*
  • psychic: what the actual fuck
Call Me Baby MV: Making Of
  • SM: We are going with a retro concept here- think 90s cool. I need you guys to look like you just stepped out of a Backstreet Boys video because you don't want it that way. Get it? Huh? Clever!
  • Stylist: Do you seriously ever ask my opinion? I mean…
  • SM: Haha, quiet down you…whatever you do here. Okay Kai, you get to drive up in a sports car. Pretty cool, huh?
  • Kai: Can I walk a dog instead?
  • SM: No.
  • Kai: I won’t do it.
  • SM: Fine – you can have a dog in the car but it can’t be captured on camera. You four *motions to Xiumin, Suho, Sehun, and Baekhyun* you get to pop up from the car. You know like a cool hanging out with the bros vibe.
  • Sehun: I would never hang out with Baekhyun willingly.
  • SM: Just pretend he is Tao or something.
  • Sehun: Can I tape a picture of Tao to the back of his head?
  • SM: Um..I don’t even…no. Okay- Chen, my man, you get to walk through these doors since we don’t trust you to dance and act cool in a luxury car.
  • Chen: Wow. That is great. I will definitely not voice my displeasure at your comment by starting an online petition to give me a solo.
  • SM: *cocks head to side* Are you being sarcastic?
  • Chen: No! Me..never. Look at me walk through these doors. I can even jump over a couch.
  • SM: Good, good. Tall guy, Yeol something and D.O. you two look like you are hanging out after a mad game of Pac-man.
  • Chanyeol: Will you pay me in rilakkuma plushies again?
  • SM: Always *laughs under breath* Lay, just thrust a lot. Hump this table. Good, good.
  • Tao: What about me?
  • SM: You follow a thrusting Lay around. We let you drive a car in the Chinese version what else do you want?
  • Tao: Permission to marry Sehun.
  • SM: Ha…ha.ha….we’ll give you a close-up. Great, I think this thing is pretty much together. A masterpiece, as usual. D.O. you look upset. What’s wrong little buddy?
  • D.O.: I disagree with the artistic direction of this video.
  • SM: Really? No one has ever said that to us before. I mean…we pretty much are masters at making awesome MVs. Have you seen that ice cream song? We nailed that shit. Ice cream cake everywhere. Even ice cream drinks. How is that for abstract?
  • D.O.: There is a distinct lack of scenes that can be interpreted to be veiled messages from the illuminati, inserted into the video as a way of corrupting and controlling the youth of today to one day rise up and do the order’s bidding. I was going to let this fallacy go, until I noticed that Baekhyun has more close ups than I do and that is not counteracted in any way by subliminal messaging ordering teenage girls to rise up during the next vernal equinox and through a mass of youthful solidarity overthrow the government and turn control of the country over to the order. I was also deeply offended at the suggestion that I was playing pac-man with Chanyeol.
  • SM: Illumina…what is that? How can we make this work for you?
  • D.O.: Just give me a scene where I stand in the middle of these tools and look like I own the place. Also give Baekhyun horrible hair.
  • SM: Done.

svmadelyn  asked:

Hi! I am here to HELP you in your prompts-quest. How about a tried and true classic - pretending to be dating, Toews/Kane? Alternately, Toews/Kane, indecent proposal. I'm an equal opportunity prompts employer.

Soooooo … I know we don’t know each other yet, but HI, MY NAME IS MEL, AND I LIKE TO COMBINE FIC PROMPTS.  The result?  This weird “Indecent Proposal”/”Win A Date With Tad Hamilton!” AU.  Also, for some reason these keep coming out angstier than I intended.  IDEK.  I regret nothing.

“I can’t believe I actually agreed to this.”

“Yeah, you said that last time, too."  Patrick sips at his wine—"I’m really more of a beer guy, but my agent says wine looks classier, so”—and grins, apparently unconcerned with the cameras flashing outside the restaurant window.  “But you came out with me again anyway.”

“Yeah, well, I still need the money enough to make it worth it.”

“Hey,” Patrick says, pressing a hand over his heart and staring at Jonny with an exaggerated pout.  “Feelings, man.  Words hurt.”

“I’ve never understood why this many people even care about your personal life.  You’re a hockey player, not a movie star—isn’t this kind of paparazzi attention sort of overkill?”

“You know how people slow on the highway to stare at a car wreck?"  Patrick shrugs.  "I think it probably has something to do with that.”

“You’re saying you think of yourself as a car wreck?” Jonny asks, eyebrow raised.  Patrick just looks back calmly.

“Don’t you?”

Honestly, Jonny doesn’t know what to think.  He’s a hockey fan, he lives in Chicago; of course he knows who Patrick is.  He knows what kind of a guy he is, sees the pictures in the tabloids and the stories on Deadspin, hears the rumors about whether or not the Blackhawks feel like he’s still wroth all of the negative press that comes with him.  The last thing he would’ve expected was to have picked up Patrick Kane at a bar for a one-night stand a couple of weeks ago; the idea of him showing up at Jonny’s tiny dojo a few days later with a charming smile and a truly fucked-up proposal wouldn’t in a million years have occurred to him as the remotest possibility.

Still, he’s got less than a month left to find the money for a down payment on the dojo’s building before the deadline’s up and his landlord takes the development company’s offer; he really does need the money.  And if pretending to date Patrick for a few weeks to help the guy’s public image will help him get it … well, there are probably worse ways he could be spending his time.

“I think,” he finally says, pushing his plate back and placing his napkin on the table, “that you’re probably a better person than you want people to think you are.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.  You know, that’s kind of a turn-on.”

“Yeah well, I hate to be the one to give you the bad news, but you’re not paying me enough to whore myself out.  Sorry.”

“That’s too bad."  Patrick leans forward, forearms braced against the table as he smiles, slow and thoughtful.  "One million.”

“What?”

“I’m upping my offer.  One million dollars, if you go home with me tonight.”

From the corner of his eye, Jonny catches the flash of another camera.  He can imagine the picture now: Patrick leaning over the tiny table with a flirtatious grin while Jonny stares in slack-jawed shock.  It’ll be in some paper or on some website by tomorrow morning, and the knowledge sends a hot rush of shame and anger through Jonny’s blood.

“Are you fucking joking?” he hisses, and Patrick shrugs.

“Not even a little bit.  Still think I’m a good person?”

“So what, this is about proving some stupid point?”

“No; this is about me really wanting to get laid.  Come on,” he says, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial, cocky whisper as he winks at Jonny.  “Neither of us can get any anywhere else for the time being, and it’s not like I’ve missed how you’ve been looking at me.  One million, more than enough to keep your building from getting torn down, and all you have to do is something you want to do anyway.”

It’s tempting.  God fucking damn it, it’s so tempting.  One million wouldn’t just be enough for the down payment, it would be almost enough to buy the building outright.  One night, and everyone who’s counting on him would be taken care of.  One night, like Patrick said, of doing what he’s been wanting to do again anyway since he woke up the morning after the bar to find that Patrick was already gone.

"If this is some sort of attempt to keep me from actually liking you, you’re doing pretty well.”

"I don’t care if you like me,” Patrick snaps back before he checks himself, defensiveness replaced with a smug leer as he sweeps his tongue over his lips in deliberate provocation.  “I just care if you sleep with me.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you."  Jonny takes a moment of vicious satisfaction at the faltering surprise on Patrick’s face.  "I want to fuck you; there’s a difference.”

“Hey, man."  Patrick sits up, breathless and dark-eyed as he signals for the check.  "Whatever you’re into.”

Exo Scenario: “Don’t touch me.” with Sehun Pt 8 ~

We’re returning to Sehun’s POV for this one (I hope you all don’t mind). As always, thank you for reading and please let me know what you all think of this part :)

(Edit: You can find the other parts here Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7, Pt 8, Pt 9, Pt 10 ~)

After hearing what you said that day, Sehun wasn’t sure what to think anymore. He wanted you back and he knew that he had screwed this whole thing up so completely. He had known that when you had told him you didn’t want to see him anymore. And he wasn’t a fool not to recognize the exact words that he had used on you all those weeks ago.

Sehun was sulking during practice one day when the others told him to stop.

“You’re not fixing anything by acting like this.” Jongdae commented, making Kai and Kyungsoo nod in agreement. 

Chanyeol had overheard what you had said that day - that you just wanted to have a professional relationship with them all. So of course, they all understood and felt bad about the whole thing. Despite that, though, Chanyeol and Baekhyun were still the mood makers in the room and tried to cheer Sehun up.

“You could always pretend like nothing ever happened between the two of you. Why don’t you ask her out for dinner or something?” Chanyeol suggested. 

“The holiday party is coming up, why don’t you ask her to be your date for that?” Baekhyun also suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at Sehun at the mention of the holiday party. SM always put on a company-wide holiday party towards the end of the year. And despite the winter album soon to come out, they would all be in attendance. 

Sehun shook his head, “I just…” but he stopped really before he even got started, not sure what to say. It had almost seemed better when you had been seeking comfort from the other boys, but now you had cut all of them out of your life. They rarely saw you at work now, unless they purposefully went looking for you, and even then, you seemed to avoid them like the plague. Sehun was sure he knew why you were avoiding him, but there was no reason to cut everyone off. 

He had thought at one point that he understood everything about you, but clearly he had been wrong.

“We still need to practice for the winter comeback.” the leader said then, making sure everyone saw his pointed looks. They really did need to practice, not only with the dances for the new songs, but the lyrics as well, which were still pretty new. They were only a month away from the new album’s release.

At the leader’s words, the current conversation was dropped, but Sehun still thought about you for the entirety of the practice…

Days later, while Sehun was on his way to leave the SM building, just having gotten done with practice, he noticed that you were leaving as well. And as much as he knew you wanted nothing to do with him, he did remember what his hyungs had said days earlier. So he approached you once you were done talking to one of the other stylists.

“Hey.” he greeted you, not sure if he should say it louder or if you would ignore him no matter what he said. When your eyes widened at his presence, he wasn’t sure how to take that. Was it a good sign?

“Sehun.” and he was sure that you were trying hard to act professional and serious when you nodded solemnly at him, like the two of you were strangers. It felt like you were strangers - to both of you. 

“Are you done for the day?” Sehun wasn’t sure if that was an appropriate question, but he was definitely not going to just come out and ask you out all of a sudden without first gauging your reaction to him. Though, with the looks crossing your face at his company, Sehun was positive whatever he asked of you would garner the same reaction.

It took a minute for you to respond to him, but when you did, he almost wished he hadn’t come up to talk to you.

“Why are you here, Sehun? I thought I told you the other day…” but your voice trailed off and your eyes fell at your shoes. He had known you long enough to know that was the look you gave when you were overwhelmed. Was it his presence that overwhelmed you, or your situation with him? Probably both, if he had to admit it.

“I wanted to start over.” Sehun said quickly, before you decided once again to lock him out, though the door was metaphorical this time. If he wanted to win you back from the mistakes he had made over the last several weeks, he would need to show you that he still loved you. And he wasn’t sure how else to do that without spending time with you and telling you how he felt - which he almost never did. Sehun didn’t like expressing his feelings too much, and he was sure that you knew that, as well.

The look you gave him at his confession had him confused, but he tried to explain more.

“I want to start over with you. Pretend as if we’ve just met. I want to go on dates with you, I want to spend time with you.” but you cut off his next words.

“Did Jongdae put you up to this?” Sehun’s brow furrowed at your words, but you continued, “I told him that he didn’t need to worry about me anymore. None of you do. You made yourself clear when you told me that you didn’t want to see me anymore. You made it clear when you wouldn’t look at me for a week straight, and then again when you walked right past me while I cried for you.” and your voice turned harsh then, “I don’t want to do this, Sehun.” it almost looked like you were going to start crying right there, and Sehun didn’t fail to notice how you looked away from him to stop yourself from doing so.

It took a lot of will power for him to say his next words, “But I do. I want to do this. I made a mistake telling you that I didn’t want to see you anymore. I thought that going over to your apartment would have settled things, but obviously it didn’t.” and he felt like rolling his eyes, but he stopped himself, knowing that wouldn’t help this situation, “No one put me up to this, and I don’t want to make the same mistake twice. I don’t want to lose you again.”

There was a long pause where the two of you just looked at each in other in silence. Sehun wasn’t sure what else to say to convince you to give him another chance, and he was sure that you were debating whether or not to actually give it to him. When you finally did speak, Sehun felt like he had been holding his breath, waiting.

“The only reason why you lost me in the first place is because you never once apologized. None of this was my fault, and you should know that by now.” you sighed, “Besides, even if I wanted to get back with you, SM has a no dating policy among co-workers. More than that, I really don’t want to get back with you. You never apologized, not even once.” and then, right before his eyes, you were walking away from him. 

And, just like always, he was too late when he tried to go after you, to reason with you that he was sorry - so extremely sorry. But you were already gone, your chauffeured car already half way down the street. 

If it weren’t for the fans across the street, watching him with their cameras, phones at the ready to tweet or post about him on news sites, he would have taken off after you at a full sprint. However, he knew that wouldn’t have solved anything if these fans captured it on their phones, so he got into the van going back to his dorm, trying to avoid the flashes from the cameras that watched his every move.

bookingit  asked:

What do you think happened in the months between THG and CF? I personally imagine Peeta avoiding Katniss in a very formal sort of way, and Katniss avoiding him in a very uncomfortable way. I know a lot of fanfiction has Peeta exploring the female population of District 12 during this time, but I don't think he'd be making an effort toward that, although I can imagine him taking solace in a willing "friend" once (like Katniss with Gale in 2), but being very sorry later.

I agree.

There is a good portion of people that believe he maybe even had sex with a few people because he had the means, opportunity and was frustrated with Katniss.

People also believe this because of the comments Peeta says about being pure to her in Catching Fire. Basically, alluding to the fact that he’s “experienced.” Maybe he is more experienced and has more knowledge, but I don’t agree with the fact that he would have some sort of retaliatory sex in the several months between their return to Twelve and the Victory Tour.

I personally think it’s out of character, especially if he’s claiming that he’s loved her since he was five. He finally gets a chance with her. Kisses her multiple times. She finally knows him and is reciprocating. They’re tied together. 

I think something people mistake Katniss’s confusion at the end of THG with outright rejection. She doesn’t reject him. She doesn’t tell him it was all fake. He does find out that her motives were based on some secret communication between her and Haymitch—something he didn’t know about. He does find out that she was acting on these interactions. 

So, it’s awkward and they get back to Twelve and have the parties, the last of the celebrations where they pretend and act for the cameras. Peeta’s hurt and Katniss feels she can’t love him that way. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t still love her in the way he had for all those years.

Maybe it’s just the romantic in me. I just don’t think he would throw away those affections he had for her before the Games, the things he experienced with her in the arena and her openly admitting that some of her feelings were real for a few sexual encounters. 

I hope he’d sulk, wait, hope, bake and plan. He knows they have to eventually be together for the Victory Tour and then they’ll be mentoring for the Games for the rest of their lives together. He lives 25 feet away from her. 

I would hope that he hoped.

Thanks for this bookingit.