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sunnysidevans · 3 years

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𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

Summary: Chris is feeling down on himself and is feeling his age, you prove to him that he’s still in his prime.

Warnings: NSFW!! 18+ highly reccomended , daddy kink , oral (m/r) , uhh filthy stuff so dont read if you dont like

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Authors note: I don’t own any rights to the gif or the music refrences in this fic, if you get the refrences plz, if not you may have been to young to read this.

You sat down in bed beside Chris as he continued to read his book, glasses slightly perched on his nose, you thought back to when Chris asked you to buy him reading glasses, he was nervous to admit his eyes were getting a bit less sharp than they were. You smiled as you laid your head down on his shoulder as he set his book face down in his lap, looking down at you. “You look like a sexy professor” you whispered as he grinned and kissed the top of your nose gently “you think so?” he whispered back as you nodded quickly as your response. He couldn’t help the grin to spread across his face as you leaned up and kissed his cheek “whatcha reading?” you asked as he held the same book up he’s been reading for a while now. You smiled as you reached out to play with pieces of his locks as he hummed in content. You finally convinced him to grow more, no buzz for a while and he surprisingly agreed, as you proved to him just why you loved the long hair and long beard combo.

You smiled as he laid back to give you more access to his hair to play with as he set the book aside with his glasses with a sigh, “you okay?” you asked him softly as you sensed the heavy sigh held some meaning. “I am just feeling old today thats all” he whispered as he looked up at you through his lashes, you tilted your head slightly “did something happen baby?” you asked as he shook his head quickly “no no, I’m okay I promise you” he smiled as he took your free hand and kissed your ring finger where your engagement ring sat. You smiled as you leaned down and kissed his forehead “I love you okay?” you asked him as he smiled sadly and nodded “I know you do baby, I love you more”. You kissed the top of his head and climbed out of bed, “where are you going?!” he whined as he sat up with a smirk “I have to pee and then I’m going to bed” you laughed as he pouted “but I want cuddles” he grinned at your chuckle as you walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

Waking up the next morning you rolled over to be met with a cold bed, You were slightly used to it as you have been with Chris for almost four years but with being home a lot more, you got used to having the warmth of a bed. You furrowed your eyebrows as you opened your eyes slowly and saw his side of the bed empty, not even dodger. You sighed as you rolled out of bed and pulled the hoodie on Chris had on the night before and made your way downstairs. As you were making your way downstairs you stopped and saw Chris in his office behind his computer. You smiled as you leaned against the doorframe and crossed your arms “I can’t believe you chose her over me” you smirked as he lifted his head quickly from behind the laptop screen. He chuckled as he shook his head “I’m sorry you had to find out like this” he finished as you both laughed as he held his hand out for you. You took his hand as you made your way to the desk and sat on the edge beside him and his laptop. “What are you up to today?” you asked him as he smiled shutting his laptop “nothing now, would you like to make breakfast or shall i?” he asked standing in front of you wrapping his arms around your waist as you leaned up and kissed his chin “oh you can today I did yesterday”.

FEW DAYS LATER

The last few days Chris had been acting strange. You couldn’t pinpoint what was happening but every sense he told you he was feeling old, he acted down on himself. You tried prying but knew you weren’t going to get much farther than that and knew he would tell you on his own time when he was ready. You made your way upstairs with the laundry basket to fold and take care of all of it. As you made your way up the stairs you stopped as you saw Chris in the bathroom in front of the mirror. With a frown on his face you looked at him and set the laundry basket down, “what are you doing?” you asked as you leaned against the door frame and watched him jump slightly. “Sorry to scare you babe” you smiled as he shook his head quickly with a sad smile. You continued to watch him as you waited for him to speak, he continued to look through his hair and his beard as he turned to you as he held his fingers to your face “a gray”.

You looked at Chris’s hand and saw his hair between his fingers, the chestnut brown in his hands. You stood with your hands on your hips looking at him “is this what this is about?” you asked, crossing your arms. He looked at you with furrowed brows as he looked at the hair he held in his hands “I have greys in my hair and in my beard! (Y/N) I’m getting old!” he said, looking at you as you chuckled, walking to him, running your hand along his back in a soothing matter. You shook your head as he watched you in the mirror “Honey” you whispered as you shook your head quickly “You aren’t old, It's completely normal to have gray hairs okay? I think you are absolutely the sexiest man ever okay? Gray hair or not” you smiled, biting your lip as you grabbed his hand. Leading Chris to the bedroom you gently nudged him to the bed as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Babe” he frowned as you looked at him grinning “I’ll prove to you that you aren’t old” you smirked hands on your hips.

Chris looked up at you from the bed biting his lip, you could already tell as you hadn’t touched him yet he was getting hard in his sweats. You grinned walking to the bed,climbing in and straddling his lap as you slowly stripped off your shirt. “See” you whispered as he reached out to unclasp your bra “No ‘old man’ would know how to unclasp a bra that fast” you grinned leaning down and kissing him passionately as you cupped both his cheeks. You heard Chris groan as you unconsciously grinded your hips down on his cock. He groaned as he laid his head back as you grinned at the access you had to kiss down his neck,sucking on his sweet spot. You kissed down Chris's chest as he opted for no shirt that morning. Kissing down his chest you kissed every tattoo in your path, as you did so you mumbled between kisses “No old timer is gonna get this hard fast chris” you smirked as he looked up as you tugged at the waistband of his sweats. Lifting his butt, you slid his sweats down and tossed them aside behind you. You noticed his cock was already hard and leaking precum through his boxers as you grinned, licking the spot on his boxers.

You smiled to yourself as you tugged his boxers down and his length sprung out, You couldn’t help to feel your mouth water, No matter how many times you gave him a blowie you were always so enticed with his length. You took his length in your hand, pumping slowly as he shivered from the coldness of your engagement ring. You smirked to yourself as you circled the tip of his cock with your tongue, taking in all the precum from the tip. “Fuck” he whispered throwinf his head back tangling his fingers in your hair as you took him into your mouth fully, bobbing your head and pumping what you couldn’t fit. Groaning against his length you looked up at him through your lashes and watched his face, the pleasure he was feeling. He looked down to meet your eyes as he smirked, holding your hair back he thrust his hips into your mouth with a groan as you held his thighs gently.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he groaned as he slowly pulled you off his cock panting, “no no I can’t I need to cum inside you thats it” he groaned as you kissed up his cock and up his chest to soon meet his lips “oh really?” you asked as he smirked, rolling you over so he was hovering over you, his necklace hanging down between the two of you. Shivering you felt Chris's hand in your panties as your pants had been discarded earlier. “Oh, sucking daddy’s dick made you wet huh baby?” he smirked as he brushed your clit as he teased your hole with his finger gently. You nodded in response as his cold fingers rubbed your clit slowly. “Fuck if your going to fuck me” you looked up at him with a smirk as he smirked back “oh I definitely will be fucking you princess” he paused his assult on your clit as he grinned “just not yet” he slid your panties down and over his shoulder as he kissed your lips. You moaned as you felt his tip through your lips, Holding onto his arms you moaned against his lips as he slid into you slowly. Not giving you much time to adjust he held your thigh to his body as he thrusted into you at a quick pace. Moaning loudly you threw your head back as he continued thrusting at his quick pace.

Gasping you moan loudly as you feel Chris find that spot. He smirked as he continued to thrust harder to hit your g-spot. You moaned loudly “oh fuck me” you mumbled as more of a whisper. “But baby daddy is already fucking you” he smirked as you gripped his arm tightly,digging your nails into his skin as he smirked and you moaned loudly. “Right there daddy please” you gasped, moaning loudly as Chris continued to thrust into you. “Oh baby your so tight, so warm, fuck I can feel you squeezing me” he mumbled as your arms wrapped aroumd him “fuck baby, are you gonna cum for daddy? Huh?” he asked as you nodded quickly in response “yes daddy fuck” you replied. Adjusting your bodies Chris moved around to get a new angle to hit your g-spot harder than before. Moaning he reached down rubbing your clit in fast circles “c’mon baby come for daddy” you gasped loudly, moaning as you gripped his wrist. Gasping loudly you arched your back off the bed, feeling the cold metal of Chris's necklace against your chest, shaking you cum around his length. As he continued to thrust into you a few more thrusts, he followed suit.

Falling against your chest you panted, running your fingers through Chris’s hair. “You aren’t old honey” you whispered “an old man definitely couldn’t do that” you grinned as you felt him laugh against your chest as you continued “I think the gray hair makes you look sexy” you felt him nuzzle into your neck “It reminds me like, salt and pepper” you smiled “and what a mighty good man you are” you kissed his temple as he laughed. “I’m sorry” he whispered “why?” you asked as he mumbled “for not believing you and being a downer” you shook your head “you aren’t a downer baby, I understand it got to you, and I completely understand but you are still thriving and still are as handsome as ever” you kissed the top of his head. As the two of you cleaned up and he slowly fell asleep you smiled, he was truly in his prime, and you couldn’t help but to think what a mighty good man you were marrying.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans x you #chris evans smut #chris evans story #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fandom #christopher evans #christopher robert evans #chris evans x yn

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mm9688x · 3 years

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One day, Ace creates an elaborate puzzle for Nancy to solve. It ends with a ring and him on one knee. He gets everyone to help him. He even gets Tamura involved. Bess is the only one not involved because he doesnt trust her not to blab. He loves his plantanchor, but she cant keep secrets for her life around Nancy. One look from Nancy and she spills everything. It doesnt have to be a "tell me" look, all Nancy has to do is look at Bess and she breaks. Tamura is assigned the job of “arresting”/ making sure Nancy doesnt figure out all the clues before a certain time. Ryan is given the easiest and least complex job in the world bc everyone knows he'll find a way to fuck it up. When Nancy is on the last clue, Bess gets a text w a location and be there asap. When Bess gets to the bluffs, Ace is there. He explains the whole thing to Bess and tells her that her one job is to record/photograph his proposal. At first she’s a little pissed that he didnt trust her, then she thinks about it and is like “yeah, thats fair.” Ace makes sure Team Dads, George, Nick, Tamura (bc he was the one to make sure Nancy didn’t finish everything b4 a certain time), and his parents are there.

When Nancy finally figures out the final clue, she heads to the bluffs, Tamura in tow. When she gets there, Ace is standing facing the sea w his back to her. Tamura gets out first, opens her door then hands her an envelope then walks away, leaving her alone w Ace. She opens the envelope and inside is a poem. The poem sounds like the Dead Lucy poem from the pilot. Has the same rhyme scheme and everything, but its Ace's proposal. It makes Nancy cry. When she looks up from the poem, Ace is down on one knee holding a ring, but not just any ring. Its Kate Drew's engagement ring. When Ace asked Carson and Ryan for their permission to marry Nancy (yes he knows she’s an independent woman who doesnt need her fathers permission to marry. he does it bc he respects them and wants to bring them in on his plan), Carson gave him Kate's ring. Said it was a family heirloom and Kate made him promise to give to the lucky man that had Nancy's heart. When Nancy says yes, cheering erupts from behind them. Its Team Dads, Tamura and the rest of the Drew Crew, as well as Capt Thom and Ace's mom. Carson, Ryan, Bess, and Ace's Mom are full on bawling. George and Tamura have tears in their eyes, but they'll claim it was allergies. Nick and Thom also have tears in their eyes. Before everyone can come and congratulate them, Ace pulls out one more thing. Its a chain for a necklace. He tells her Ryan gave him the chain. It was part of a necklace he gave to Lucy when they were dating. When Ace told him he wanted to ask Nancy to marry him and Carson had given Ace the ring, Ryan knew he needed to give Ace something that was Lucy's. He remembered the necklace and mentioned it to Ace after Ace had mentioned he wanted a chain for Nancy to put the ring on so it wouldnt get in the way of her investigating. Ryan kept the pendant to give to Nancy at a later date, but gave the chain to Ace.

Ace tells her he wanted to make sure both her moms were here for this. Nancy pulls him down for a kiss. After a few seconds, they hear a "I DO NOT NEED TO SEE THIS AGAIN!!" from George. They break apart and are immediately pulled into hugs. Bess calls Maid of Honor. George is like "HELL NO! Nancy owes me this.". Nancy just rolls her eyes and teasingly says "You both are wrong. Nick's my maid of honor". Ace hears it and tells Bess that as his plantanchor, she is legally obligated to be his best woman.

#ace #nancy drew #nace #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nancy x ace #ace x nancy #ryan hudson #lucy sable #carson drew #bess marvin #ned nickerson #george fan #captain thom #aces mom #abe tamura

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imeverywoman420 · 2 years

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well a lot of men see standards=high maintenance and low standards=simple/easy going so u take what u want from that anon

Ya and high maintenance doesnt necessarily mean like. Bimbo tik tok or the alana bloom drip???? Like it can mean goth, a specific aesthetic, maybe you wear replicas of victorian gowns all day every day.

Literally every single woman ive met in my life that never has an issue with finding men and havent been single since age 13 is no makeup Plane Jane athletic shorts and hoodie LITERALLY ALWAYS HAS WET HAIR flip flops and crocs leggings etc. These girls always have Rose gold engagement ring 😭 infinity symbol necklace. Yes that type of person still exists in the american south.

Thats not a value judgement or like whatever anon was trying to imply literally just an observation 😭

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deonideatta · 3 years

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so I thought of a horrible chayenzo scenario because we were talking about the generic cryptic postcards...someone slap me for this

imagine vincenzo bought those postcards in bulk so he OBVIOUSLY doesn't have to go to a shop every month to get one. he plans to write one each month and he does for the most part but with the luciano family war, he realises that he may not make it out alive.

so he writes on all of the postcards with a quote or something cheesy just because and he instructs someone to send one postcard a month after his possible death.

yeah um three weeks later, he dies but oh well postcard time so chayoung get this card but it seems off. yk l'amicizia e un'anima che abita in due corpi. SHE FEELS LIKE HER SOUL ISNT CONNECTED THROUGH THE POWER OF THE POSTCARD so she moseys off to pagliuzza.

she finds out that vincenzo is dead and cue the bawling and its heartbreaking especially because the last thing he wrote to her was that he'd be okay and he'll send her a ticket in a month or so. BUT in his death, he wrote a last postcard. not like the ones he sent before. this one is like an envelope and has a blank cover but the cover is inscribed with his...marriage vows. yeah marriage vows 🥲

inside the postcard is a letter. it has their byeonhosanim greeting because that'll forever be their thing and it has the usual "well im probably gonna die, but i love you more than you know" thing and "in another life, I'll find you and time will finally be on our side but just know im always by your side" YOU KNOW ALL THAT STUFF THATS DEFINITELY NOT MAKING ME CRY. and his tear stains are visibly on the letter because I said so. AND NOW HER TEARS ARE ON THE LETTER. im always by your side in a different way 🙂

but thats not all. THEIR engagement/wedding rings are inside and "byeonhosanim" and "consigliere" are inscribed on the inside of their respective rings OR l'amicizia e un'anima che abita in due corpi on both of their rings.

and chayoung is still bawling but she takes her ring and puts it on and it hurts so much and she wonders about their now impossible married life

she keeps his ring on a necklace and she wears it all the time. even decades after his death, even if she moves on, she still wears it because vincenzo cassano will not be remembered just as a memory. he lives on in her heart, however he can.

*curtain closes*

OBVIOUSLY THIS IS JUST A FIGMENT OF MY MESSED UP IMAGINATION. CHAYOUNG AND VINCENZO ARE PARTYING IT UP ON PAGLIUZZA. THEY WENT ON A DATE A FEW HRS AGO AND THEY'RE JUST FINE AND THRIVING AND YES THEY ARE ENGAGED THANK YOU VERY MUCH! YOU WANNA TALK TO THEM *hands over the phone*

Bestie did you rlly have to some for my tear ducts like this skdjs I'm crying in the club pLS this is so tragic skdjs THE RINGS??? And the marriage vows???? hhh imagine cha young looking forward to vincenzo's postcards as usual but then remembering that they don't come anymore skdjs the amount of time it would take for her to fully accept that they'll never meet again, mornings where she wakes up from a dream where she goes to see him in malta to the realization that he's gone sjdns oof

Thankfully irl they're both alive :))) and living their best lives :))))

#if this was a fic id read it but like #ouch :')#vincenzo #vincenzo fic #ask #also you were wrong for the im always by your side reference PLS it's already tragic enough oml 😭😭

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years

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-You Broke Me First- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

A/N: This image is based around the song You broke me first by Tate Mcrae this image with have two endings: angst and fluff

Summary: Draco cheated on you months ago with another Slytherin and you broke it off without second thought (as you should) but Draco wants you back

Warning: cheater Draco, yelling, cursing maybe?

House: Hufflepuff

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It had been months since you last spoke to Draco Malfoy. He used to be the person you loved and thought loved you too. You were surprised that he gave you the time of day, but with some chatting and a bit of flirting you fell for him hard. The day he asked you out would forever be a cherished memory. You were sitting alone on the courtyard when he came up to you with white roses. You’d never forget the nervous look he had until you said yes.

Being official was the best part. He would show everyone your his with sweet kisses or a arm around you. No guy dared to get close to you and you kinda liked not having guys flirt with you anymore. On one of your anniversaries he bought you a necklace. It was a simple silver chain with a beautiful emerald in the middle. It was small and shaped like a teardrop. It had you and Draco’s name on the back of it. You adored it, you still adore it.

When seventh year rolled around Draco started to become distant, push himself away from you or shut you out, leaving you confused and hurt. He wouldn’t sit or talk to you. At one point you thought it was something you had done, but it wasn’t it was never your fault. It was a late night and Blaise invited you too a Slytherin party, Draco wouldn’t give you the time of day anymore.

Blaise told you that it was Draco who wanted you to come, it made your heart flutter in hope that he still cared about you. When you showed up Draco was nowhere to be found. Thats until a girl came out of one of the boys dorms screaming about how she claimed the Slytherin prince. She had hickeys scattered across her neck and was fixing her shirt, your heart dropped as soon as you saw your boyfriend walking out behind her, with his black button up undone and messy hair.

As soon as your eyes met he looked saddened, but looked away right after. Had your meant nothing to him anymore? Tears blurred your vision as you ran off. Blaise calling your name behind you, but you didn’t look back. There was nothing to look back to.

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A week later Blaise had apologized for Draco’s actions and said he’d always be there for you if you needed it. You told him thanks, but he rarely ever talked to you after that either. You didn’t blame him. You wanted to be alone anyway. Draco made no attempt to speak to you. One day, you had gathered his things that he had left at your dorm room in a box. It contained his quidditch jumper, the notes he wrote you during class that you had kept and one of his many silver rings. He would put one on you and say one day you would be Mrs. Malfoy. What a cruel joke.

You walked over to the Slytherin table during breakfast one morning and tapped Blaise’s shoulder he turned to look at you and gave you a smile. He took in the bags under your eyes, that were also puffy and red due to lack of sleep and crying. You gave him a half smile and handed him the box. After that you got up and left the great hall entirely.

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Back to the present. It would have been your fifth anniversary today, why you still kept count? You didn’t know, but it was stupid. Hogwarts was destroyed after the wizard war and it took awhile for it to be put back together, but it happened. You went back to Hogwarts for your 8th year. You were in the program for students who wanted to retake &th year because of the war. You made friends with Hermione, she was pretty sweet.

One day you were walking around the halls when you bumped into someone “Im so sorry i didn’t-” your words were cut off when you came face to face with the man who broke your heart, with the man you were still unfortunately in love with. Draco Malfoy, why did he have to be the one you ran into on your what would have been anniversary “Malfoy, i’m sorry for bumping into you” you said politely before continuing to walk.

��“I’m sorry” you heard him shout from behind you making you stop in your tracks “I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me, i’m sorry that i cheated on you, it breaks me to this day and i’d do anything to fix it” your jaw clenched. He was broken? he had no fucking right to say that. You spun on your heels and walked right up to him

“You broke me first, Malfoy” she seethed in anger. He looked shocked. You had never once raised your voice at him and he had never seen you anger. You were kind and sweet. Your were his little Hufflepuff girlfriend. You were his everything. You were enraged, your E/C eyes bore into him. He looked around before grabbing your hand. He pulled you both into a empty classroom.

‘Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself’

You didn’t care, you needed all this anger out and he was going to listen and shut up “Y/N listen. I didn’t tell you a lot of things when we were dating, but i want to now” he said and stepped closer to you, but you just backed away “But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else” your voice cracked slightly. You were going to be a bit emotional about this and you had every reason to be. Draco felt a pang in his chest as you spoke to him. THe hurt coming off of your voice was enough to make him cry.

‘You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now’

“Y/N i’m so sorry. Just let me explain so we can fix this. I want you back in my life. You were supposed to be Mrs. Malfoy remember?” he pleaded and went to grab your hand, but you pulled it away. He couldn’t just say sorry and everything would be okay. That’s not how this works. You turned your head away from him “I know you, you're like this. When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it. And like me, I did. But I ran out of every reason”

Draco listened to you speak, a lump forming in his throat. “Now suddenly you're asking for it back?!” you exclaimed and pushed him away. He stumbled back a bit “Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?” and pushed him again. Tears ran down your face “Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I don't really care how bad it hurts. When you broke me first” you choked out and pushed him one last time.

‘You broke me first’

You were in a full mania and back away, you laughed and wiped your tears from your face with the back of your hand roughly. You sat on top of a desk “Took a while, was in denial when I first heard, That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt” she swung her legs as she spoke remembering two weeks after you broke up he went out with Pansy Parkinson, you heard they broke up after his dad was sent to Azkaban.

“Swear for a while I would stare at my phone necklace just to see your name. But now that it's there, I don't really know what to say” you shrugged half heartedly as your hand fiddles with the necklace he gave around your neck, you never took it off, you just couldn’t. Draco looked at the necklace remembering when he bought it for you. It was a happy memory for him

(the rest of the song isn’t needed so bleh)

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Angst Ending:

You got off the desk and looked one last time at Draco who had tear tracks down his face, you reached behind your neck and unclipped the necklace. You dropped it into your palm and sighed. You finally had closure and got to say what you had wanted to. You walked up to him and grabbed his hand. He looked hopeful for a second before you placed the necklace into his hand and closed it.

“Please don’t do this” he whispered, more tears falling down. You shook your head and looked away, letting go of his hand “Goodbye Draco Malfoy, i wish you the best” you spoke politely, which broke his heart. You pushed open the classroom door and walked out. You walked down the hallway a heavy feeling being lifted off your chest.

After that you felt free and happy without Draco, he still gave you sad glances sometimes, but with Hermione by your side she helped you with it and soon Draco Malfoy was a faded memory and you were stronger than ever.

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Happy Ending:

Draco walked over to you and you turned your gaze away quickly. He leaned in and you tried your hardest to not to look “My father forced me to become a death eater” he said making you gasp. He rolled up his sleeve to show you his dark mark and you covered your mouth with your hand. “He told me that people around me would be my weakness and darling. You are my weakness, because your the person i love the most”

You felt your heartbeat quicken. He still had that effect on you “I needed to get you to leave me, but i couldn’t break up with you. You would know i was lying. You always know when im lying” he laughed quietly “So i invited you to that party so you could see. Paid some girl to pretend to have slept with me. I’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw me” He looked away as you processed the information.

“What about that hickeys?” you asked, like it was the important part in that sentence, which it wasn’t “Blaise” “Blaise knew about this to?” Draco nods “He was a death eater to, after you left i was to be engaged to Pansy” he groaned. He never really liked Pansy, she was too clingy for him. “When my father was sent away i broke it off and came back here to find you” he spoke softly as he cupped your face with one of his hands “Your the only person i would ever want to be Mrs. Malfoy” he smiles.

You crack a smile and lean into his hand, you missed his touch so much. “Will you be mine again Y/N?” he asked, worry behind his tone. If you’d say no he would be broken inside, but he would accept it and leave you alone for the rest of your life. You pulled his hand away and scooted up on the desk, bending your knees and launching yourself at him. You wrapped your arms and legs around the Slytherin boy. Draco stumbled back before wrapping his arms around you tightly “I’ll take that as a yes?” “Yes! You idiot! Don’t you ever do that again Draco Malfoy!”

“I won’t Y/N Malfoy”

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A/N: This one lowkey broke my heart guys, like what in the fuck. Why did i write this? Anyway, if you have a request for Draco send it my way.

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everythingisawayoflife · 3 years

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JOSH AND DONNA WEDDING HEADCANONS!!

first of all, josh wakes up, or more likely, is already awake late at night, and calls sam

“i’m gonna do it, sam”

“like now?”

“what’s the likelihood she’ll say yes?”

“at this hour, not likely.”

josh then decides to call toby directly after and is met with a lovely string of sleepy curses about how it is the middle of the night and there was no reason to call him at this “ungodly hour”

he softens when he realizes why josh called so late and that there is a reason

josh acts incredibly weird around donna for the next two weeks

one minute he’s tense with her, the next he’s as clingy as a koala bear

he asks her weird and vague questions—by proxy

he gets cj to subtly mention engagements and marriage subtly to see what donna would like

“my cousin, tracy, she just got engaged.”

“oh really?”

“yeah he asked her in central park.”

“i wouldn’t like that, being around all those strangers. but i guess if you’re in front of friends and family, it wouldn’t be too bad”

*cue cj secretly taking notes*

sam is his test dummy, as in he uses sam to practice proposing to donna

“wow you’re really bad at this”

“i’ve never done this before, sam”

“i have and i can tell you right now you have it all wrong”

sam was actually pretty reluctant but once he found out he was gonna be josh’s best man, he warmed up

josh recruits sam and toby to write a speech of some sorts

he gets so stressed about it, toby slaps him and tells him to pull what little shit he has left together

since we all agree that jed is basically like josh’s second dad, josh goes to bartlet right before he does it

little sidenote: abbey knows because cj let it slip that josh was proposing and because i believe mrs bartlet is the number one josh and donna shipper, she insists the that she’s in on it

abbey throws a dinner party in manchester that is really a disguise for donna’s proposal

donna can’t help but feel like everyone is staring at her

everyone is here: jed, abbey, toby, cj, sam, ginger, bonnie, charlie, ellie, and zoey

after dinner, abbey invites everyone into the parlor for some “celebratory”champagne

in true donna fashion, she asks what their celebrating

everyone directs their eyes to josh because well it’s his fucking turn to speak and he hasn’t said a damn word all night

josh gives his little spiel about his and donna’s relationship (with donna’s little quips in between) until he finally asks her

donna doesn’t say anything at first

then she takes the ring out of his hand, studies it, then puts it back in his hand

he thinks that it means no and so does everyone else (abbey’s silently cursing) and his eyes even start to well up despite him not wanting them to

“well, are you just gonna look at or am i gonna be the future mrs. josh lyman?”

the look on josh’s face was a mix of relief, love, and happiness—to donna, it was priceless

they kiss of course

abbey is the first to see donna’s ring

which, of course, looks like this:

josh loves saying “my fiancée”

donna secretly (not so secretly) also loves saying “my fiancé”

SUMMER WEDDING (specifically the middle of august)

abbey insists they hold the wedding at the bartlet farm and while josh initially declines, abbey sits him and down and tells him they’re gonna get married under this roof or “so help me god”

SIDENOTE: this is really me letting my inner wedding planner (and chronic self-projector) out of me so prepare yourself

PEONIES & GARDENIAS (gardenias are my favorite flower)

donna was one of those who dreamed of a white wedding but it clearly didn’t go to plan

SHE’S the one calming down josh because he absolutely is going berserk and is panicking

abbey becomes donna’s right-hand woman, going dress shopping with her and giving her advice as a former bride and current wife

donna is superstitious—she goes by the now famous rhyme something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue

her something old is a pearl necklace from her mom

her something new is a little belt that goes around the waist of her dress

something borrowed is a pink ribbon her childhood best friend tied around her wedding bouquet

the something blue are these little blue earring studs josh got for her before they were engaged

abbey helps donna pick out her dress along with cj, ginger, her mother, and bonnie

she eventually picks this dress:

AFTERNOON WEDDING

(i actually used this game to design the dress that i felt suited donna—go to azaleasdolls.com and go to exclusive games, scroll a little, and there should be that wedding game)

to be frank, i do not know what the respective bachelor and bachelorette parties would be like, but i know i would prefer to be at the bachelorette party

donna starts crying right before she has to walk down the aisle but manages to pull herself together before walking out

sidenote: jed would gladly walk donna down the aisle if her father could somehow not make it (thats just a cute one bc donna and jed friendship is totally underrated)

i’m telling you right now, this is one of the only times josh lyman has cried in front of people

he sees her walking to him and he just mentally kicks himself because he didn’t see what was so perfectly clear for everyone else

god he loves her

when donna gets next to him, she whispers “stop blubbering or you’re gonna make me ruin my makeup”

the wedding vows are unbelievably so josh and donna-esque

even sam starts crying a little bit

charlie likes to bring it up but sam denies it ever happened

“my allergies just happened to be very inflamed that day and i had spring fever”

“sam it was the dead of summer”

RECEPTION TIMEEEEE

sam’s best man speech is a little drunk but who cares it’s funny and josh and donna watch back the tape in their free time after they first get married

they have a fairly decent sized wedding

guests consist of family, friends, former and current staffers

when they cut the cake, donna 100% smashed a piece in josh’s face

it was a vanilla, three-tier cake and it was gorgeous

in response, he gently dotted her nose with frosting before absolutely demolishing a piece on her face

their first dance is to just the way you are by billy joel bc i really like that song and i’m self projecting again

josh LOVES saying “my wife”

it is “my wife this” and “my wife that”

and donna wonders why she married the dork

she takes his last name but also keeps her so she becomes Donna Moss-Lyman

she does typically go by mrs. lyman when being addressed though (she thinks it has a nice ring to it)

THEY HONEYMOONED IN ITALY—i’m talking the amalfi coast (i’m only saying that because i just happen to be a huge harry styles fan and that’s where the golden mv was filmed and we’re getting sidetracked so that was just a little tidbit)

they went to rome and to that statue thing audrey hepburn and gregory peck put their hands into in Roman Holiday

y’know this one:

in conclusion, the wedding was very beautiful and josh and donna really got the wedding of their dreams

also sidenote just because: josh and donna have three lovely children, two girls and one boy

also this post is dedicated to @stars-on-the-cuffs-of-her-jeans and @meanderingstream who inspired me to write this!

#the west wing #josh x donna #donna x josh #josh lyman #donna moss #josh and donna wedding supremacy!!#wedding hcs #sam seaborn #abbey bartlet #jed bartlet #toby ziegler #cj cregg #sidenote this took two days #pls dont let this flop i worked really hard on it #charlie young

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yukippe · 3 years

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Do you have any Yueki hc’s?

yueki! i love yue and suki and they would be so cute together 🥺

in a yue lives au i think yue and suki would meet after the war, maybe at some global leaders summit where the kyoshi warriors are serving as a guard or natural disaster thing where all four nations have sent aid and the kyoshi warriors are helping out? under the cute because i wrote A Lot about how they get together and meet :)

yue and suki meet each other and don’t even realize who the other is because they’ve found a moment to take a break so they sneak out in civvies and go to the market and grab a bite to eat.

yue and suki are admiring the same food stall, they’re waiting for their food to be finished and then they accidentally take each others orders. they realize and go to give the other one their food and yue, who is much smoother than suki, sees this cute girl and goes, “hi! do you want to share our stolen meals together?”

suki, seeing this cute girl asking her out, obviously says yes. so they share one meal not knowing who the other is flirting gently because they’re probably like late teens early twenties here and neither of them are very good at taking off time from their repsonsibilities and relaxing so this little moment right next to a disaster is special for them.

they also both think that the other is just a traveler and they’ll never meet again but suki is used to relationships like that and yue’s only ever had a bodyguard secret boyfriend who left after a few weeks to keep up the fight with the avatar but was a very good penpal friend and a flopped engagement due to the whole secret boyfriend so she kinda wants to try something sweet and short that doesn’t need to mean a lot

so they try each others food and get to know a little bit about each other and agree to meet up the next day for breakfast before they both have to go to work

when they return to the reason they’re in town they still dont meet because of near misses for the rest of the day. sokka talks to both of them and tells them that he wants to introduce them to someone he thinks they’ll really like.

yue: sokka, are you trying to set me up on a date? sokka: yes yue: sokka thats so sweet. i dont have time for another long distance relationship. please stop

suki: sokka are you trying to set me up? sokka: yea....? suki: sokka are you suggesting i cant get my own girlfriends? sokka: hahah no im definitley not its not like you’ve been single for months or anything - oh look theres aang i need to talk to him haha!

anyway, point is sokka is trying to introduce each other in a formal capacity but suki and yue are Refusing because they don’t trust sokka’s matchmaking skills even tho he’s right on the money this time

they meet up for breakfast and they find a quiet place in nature and talk and they are both very curious about each other and find out that they’re both in town for the same thing (leaders summit or natural disaster aid) and suki hesitantly brings up meeting up at the end of the days work and yue is Very nervous because she is a princess but she’s really liked talking to suki and thinks that suki’s bad jokes are the funniest thing ever so she says yes and goes and runs to ask katara for help when she gets back to work

suki reluctantly goes to sokka for help because he is her best friend and if he managed to date her and the cool princess of the water tribe/part time moon spirit she heard of he must be Some help

katara does not realize yue is asking about suki while sokka realizes immediatley suki is asking about yue and decides to cause problems on purpose but in a cute way. he tells suki he knows who she’s talking about from the war effort and they plan a very romantic night and sokka, very much liking this not knowing who the other is dynamic, tells suki to arrive in her civvies and he sends a letter to katara to tell yue the same (knowing perfectley well yue and katara are best friends and go to each other for things like this). then he goes to katara while suki and yue are on their date and they plan how to do a very dramatic reveal because the truth is they Both like causing problems on purpose

yue and suki have a very romantic date and they end up stumbling into a little underground fighting ring because this is just the kind of trouble yue and suki will find themselves accidentally discovering for the rest of their lives together and suki enters and wins as a nonbender because shes simply badass and yue is very impressed and suki uses the prize money to gift yue a necklace they find together in the market after the fight

after the date yue shows katara the necklace, and katara who has been making problems on purpose with sokka, tells yue to wear it tomorrow which is the last day they’re spending in this city/town at the party they’re having

which is of course where it all leads up to. suki and yue are hoping to meet up at the party tomorrow because katara and sokka have now been actively scheming to keep them from meeting up before then, but they have no concrete plans and don’t know what the other does or where they’ll be at the party

they both get grand entrances one after the other, yue wearing the necklace suki gave her, and they stare in shock finding out that the other is a very fancy global leader/symbol and not just a regular citizen. sokka smiles and gloats about being the best matchmaker ever and yue and suki sneak off from the party to makeout and sneak desert in the kitchens and compliment each other on being entirely competent

they end up being long distance goals, best pen pals of all times, yue spends two months a year going on aid projects with the kyoshi warriors as a northern water tribe representative, and suki takes a month off once a year to spend with yue in the north pole.

they spend the rest of their lives together training and sneaking away from fancy events to find little known corners with parties and surprises

#sapphic saturday #yueki #azulasflames #💌

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asrasotherbottom · 5 years

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Ooh the recent ask reminded me of something I've been thinking about: If giving your partner a ring wasn't the tradition in Vesuvia what would each of the Lls propose with, and how?

aaaaa this ask made me SO Happy to write. (also my proposal headcanons change every time i jrust keep thinking of different things thatd be cute dont@me ajsldk;fjl;sd)

Asra

Asra would still propose with a piece of Jewelry, likely a ring or a necklace that reminded him of MC, maybe he asks Nadia or Muriel for advice first..

Maybe he even borrowed the Emerald necklace and got it etched with their names on the back into the gem !!!

I think theres a number of places that he considers Good Places to propose and then eventually he’ll just look into their eyes and be overcome with passion and propose right then and there.

Nopal, The Shop, The Palace Gardens, The Magic Cave, The Fields

Maybe he gets down on one knee, maybe he doesnt, maybe they’re laying together under the stars and he pulls it out of his scarf right then.

He has a long speech prepared about how much he loves them and how much they’ve gone through together and how much they really really truly mean to him and how much hearing their heartbeat means to him and its very sappy and everyone is crying before they even get a chance to say yes. paired with lots of gentle kisses all over their face.

Nadia

Nadia has half a mind to propose with the biggest and finest Anything She Can Find. She has people running around Vesuvia as she wracks her brain about what MC would want, what would symbolize their love.

Would they like a bag of diamonds? Does she propose with a giant ring? A huge necklace? A silk wedding outfit? A palace of their own?

No, if MC has taught her anything, its that there’s nothing they really need aside from friends, family, and each other. (Though she does wince just a little going to her siblings for advice on what to propose to you with)

She proposes with a small mechanical handmade trinket, maybe of their familiar, maybe something cheesy and romantic in a heart shape.

Either in the gardens if the weather is nice, or on the veranda over a cup of morning tea where its just the two of them.

Even though every servant in the palace is peeking from wherever they can hide so they can watch their reaction.

Julian

Help this tall gangly man, whats a decision? He’s never heard of the concept in his whole life.

Does he propose with a leech? Does MC Like leeches He goes to Asra and Nadia and Portia for help.

With their help he picks out something small, wiggly and….furry. He says its pragmatic because the shop could use a guard dog. (assuming MC is both okay with dogs and would be okay with having one, but he wouldn’t be ready to propose marriage until he knew them that well anyway)

Julian knows that raising a dog together is as big of a commitment as marriage, so he ties a little half scribbled note around their neck and sets them loose in the shop.

He hides in the back room and watches MC open the door and how excited they get seeing the little dog and trying to read the note and as SOON as they start to be overcome with emotion he dramatically emerges from the back room of the shop.

Muriel

He walks in to Asra’s shop in a cold sweat while MC is out, he’s never even considered in his whole life he might be faced with the idea of proposing to someone, much less to MC, and he needs advice.

Asra gives him that horribly smug look and tells him that MC loves him and that they’ll love whatever he gets for them and that they’ll say yes.

He hand carves something for them, either a small trinket of their familiar or favorite animal, or a small pendant of the same thing. Probably pendant

He tries to think of a romantic place, but thats not really his forte, so he tries to pick somewhere that is just important to them as a couple or somewhere he thinks is just very nice and pretty and serene.

Muriel probably gets very quiet and goes behind a tree to try and get the trinket out and think about what to say and run it over in his head for the millionth time because it still doesn’t sound quite right and next thing you know he’s doubting that MC would ever want to say yes to him.

MC finds him behind the tree and he blurts out what he’s doing and what he has and they say yes and kiss him and he turns bright red and melts into their arms.

Portia

Portia spends about 0.5 seconds contemplating asking Julian for advice before going to Nadia and asking her advice on what to propose with.

Nadia gives good advice but Portia still doesn’t feel like she’s found the Right Thing to propose with until she knows its really come from her heart and is very personal to her and MC’s relationship because shes just SO excited that she found them and they found her and they mean so much to her.

Mazelinka asks Portia to list every single thing Portia loves about MC and why under the guise of trying to help Portia figure out what to propose to MC with, really she just likes seeing Portia so happy.

At the end of the day, Portia is anything but subtle.

Very likely she writes a letter that says “Congratulations MC on your new wife! I hope you have a lovely marriage full of love and friendship and cats and laughter with the woman in the world who loves you like no other.”

And then she asks MC to check the mail and when you read it she pops out of her cottage and blushes and says “that is..if you’ll have me?”

Lucio

Somehow all of Vesuvia knows that he’s getting ready to propose and he still manages to keep MC in the dark about it.

He scrolls through the mental list of all the things he could use to propose to MC, diamonds, rings, necklaces, robes, etc etc etc. None of them are up to his standards for what represents his love for them.

He ends up proposing with a custom made traveling cloak embroidered with their name in it. It’s flashy and clearly made to his tastes, but still.

Warmth is important to him, especially considering his past, and the idea that the two of them can embark together on the greatest adventure of their lives, marriage, its very symbolic. And he gets to show off his fantastic taste and whenever MC wears it, its very evident who they’re in love with and engaged to, much grander than a ring would be.

Lucio spends a long time in his chambers trying to phrase his reasoning exactly right but it never quite gets there.

He proposes by the fountain, he leaves it folded up on the edge of the fountain for MC to find and when they notice it, he comes dramatically rushing in to ask for their hand in marriage.

#acertainplagueddoctor #main 6 #portia #nadia #julian #muriel #lucio #asra #asra alnazar #portia devorak #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel the arcana #lucio the arcana #count lucio #mine #the arcana #the arcana game #portia stans come get your juice hers is adorable and im not just saying that bc i wrote it

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liliah39 · 5 years

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Hi darling! I saw you want to write some little fics about the boys, so, could you write a fic with Roger in which he finds the reader talking to other guy and gets jealous? * Jealousy plays in the background *

My Other Half (Roger Taylor X Reader One Shot)

Full Ask/Plot: Hi darling! I saw you want to write some little fics about the boys, so, could you write a fic with Roger in which he finds the reader talking to other guy and gets jealous? * Jealousy plays in the background * I was thinking about Rog and the reader being steady for a while, so he is thinking of proposing to her, but one day he sees her (at a diner or a shop, maybe?) talking to this other guy and gets more than jealous, he feels really bad about it? I guess this is going to turn out a little angsty 😅

Word Count: 7.2 K (its even lengthier than the last!)

Warnings: None really, mentions of sex. Swearing. Some angst. Thats it!

January of 1977, interview with the boys in Chicago while on tour:

“So Roger,” The interviewer asked. “We understand your girlfriend Y/N has been in the news a lot lately. What’s your life and relationship with her like?”

“Well she’s not my girlfriend,” Roger nervously laughed.

“She’s not?”

“Well if I may interject,” Freddie said. “She basically is his girlfriend, they’re just an odd bunch who says “oh we’re not dating, she’s not my girlfriend, we’re just in a relationship.”

“Fred,” Roger blushed, scratching the back of his neck.

“I must say he’s quite in love with her. They’re really the perfect couple.” John said.

“Yeah we love Y/N,” Brian started. “The two of them are pretty much inseparable. They’re a package deal, you can’t have Roger without her. I’m not quite sure why they don’t ever say they’re dating. Maybe it’s because they’ve been friends for so long? They’re great though.”

The interviewer laughed. “So, Roger. What is Y/N like?”

He smiled when he thought of you. “She’s the definition of the word rock star other than the whole being in a band thing. Plays guitar sometimes though.” It was visible to anyone watching him that his head was in the clouds. “We’ve been best friends since college, and then our relationship kind of just blossomed from there. You know; people always say opposites attract but-” Freddie cut him off.

“Oh not with them, Darling! I swear they’re the same person sometimes.”

Roger laughed at his friends comment. “Yeah, that’s what I was getting at. I mean we just always have fun together. Of course we have our quiet moments too, but we just really get each other; rarely fight. Always have a good time.”

“She’s the most wanted model in England right now, let alone the whole world. How does that make you feel?”

Roger smirked. “Well she ‘ain’t a model yet, mate.”

“Yeah, but I mean you two did that photo shoot together, and then all of a sudden everyone knew her name. Why hasn’t she taken any of those modeling deals?”

“Oh I don’t know, but she has an interview back home in a couple days. I don’t want to speak for her or anything, you know. I’ll let her say.”

“Then what made you do that photo shoot?”

Roger laughed. “Well I think any guy can understand where I’m coming from there, mate. If you’re a rock star and you’ve gotta do a solo photo shoot for your new song, (which I didn’t want to do, may I add) and you’ve got a hot significant other, you have her do the shoot with you. Plain and simple.” Everyone laughed at his blatantly honest statement, and the interviewer continued asking the rest of the band questions.

After the interview, the guys were in their shared dressing room, Roger fixing his hair at the mirror and Freddie and Brian gushing over pictures of John’s baby who just learned to walk.

“Guys,” Roger started with a clear of his throat.

They all turned up to look at him; it was obvious he was stressed about something. “Well you all know, uh. Y/N left to go back home the other day, and tonight is our second to last show in the states, and in like five days we go home, and do one more show in London to end our this tour, you know?” He was clearly sweating, scratching the back of his neck as he talked around what he was trying to get at.

Deaky nodded confused, Freddie said “Yup?”

“We know our schedule, Rog. What’re you trying to say?” Brian encouraged.

“If it makes you feel any better, I miss Veronica too, even though you saw Y/N two days ago and I haven’t seen my wife or children for four months, but yeah, I get it.” Deaky added.

“No, no. I um, uh-” Roger could barely form words. He covered his smile with his mouth as he looked down blushing. Unable to get out what he was trying to say, he unzipped the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small black box. “I’m gonna do it.” He laughed, opening it to reveal a huge pear shaped engagement ring. “I’m gonna ask her to marry me!” He smiled, his friends congratulating him with a huge hug.

“Wow, you really went all in for that ring, didn’t you, Rog?” Brian asked.

“Yeah, bought it on Rodeo Drive when we were in California at Cartier. You know how she is, the bigger the better. Had to impress my girl.” he gushed.

“Well I’m so happy for you, Rog. She’ll definitely say yes. I see the way she looks at you.” John added.

“Of course she will!” Freddie exclaimed. “Though I must say; I expected Brian to be the next to get married. Honestly thought you’d be the last. You just have that free attitude. I mean, you’re only 27, Darling.”

“I know, I know. I thought the same thing. But I’m just so happy. I never want to lose her. I know we’re young. We’re both free spirits, but together we ground each other. It’s just one of those things that works, you know?”

“When you know you know.”

On the way back to the hotel room Roger couldn’t stop smiling, his years with you replaying in his head, going all the way back to the day you two met.

~~~~

It was an intro to dentistry class, only the second day of freshman year, and all the seats were filled in the lecture hall except for the one next to Roger. He knew everyone had been there the day before, so tried to figure out who was missing. Suddenly, you burst into class clad in your rock star aesthetic, popping your bubblegum ever so confidently, as you said, “Sorry I’m late,” to the professor.

“You know, Miss...” He started.

“Y/L/N”

“Miss Y/L/N, if you were here maybe you’d know that chewing gum isn’t good for your teeth.”

“Well Professor,” you started, noticing the teacup on his desk as you walked to the only open seat near the back. “Neither is tea; it stains them. Yet we all drink it anyways.” You smirked, plopping in the only free seat next to the wide eyed blonde boy. You relaxed back in your chair and put your feet up on the chair in front of you, red heels popping out of your black leather pants which you paired with a black leather jacket, some layered necklaces and a Led Zeppelin shirt.

Roger was absolutely smitten. He loved your attitude. Finally, he thought, someone to rival him. Someone equal to his level of strong headed-ness. Then he noticed what you were wearing. He almost wore the same bloody thing. He had on his black leather trousers, red converse, a Led Zeppelin shirt (thank god it wasn’t the same one you had on), his gold layered necklaces and black leather jacket. You were missing the sunglasses though. Was he looking at an alternate version of himself?

“Hello, Love. I’m Roger.” He smirked.

“Hi,” you smirked back, noticing how attractive he was. “I’m Y/N”

“Not gonna compliment my outfit?”

“Huh?” You asked, confused.

“Look at your outfit, Love. Now look at mine. See any coincidence?”

“Oh!” You laughed. “God, what’re the odds.”

It was silent for a couple minutes until you let out a groan of exhaustion. “I don’t want to be here, my parents are making me go to school to be a bloody dentist. I just want to go home and get ready for tonight.”

“Same thing is going through my mind, Love. I’ve got a gig tonight.”

“Oh really? I love music. What do you play?”

“Drums and sing a bit too.” He proudly smiled.

“That’s great. Wish I played something.”

“I can teach you,” he encouraged.

“I think I’d like that very much.” You smiled. “Where are playing later?”

“Imperial hall. You-“

You cut him off. “Really? You must be joking. You’re in Smile?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s why I was saying I wanted to go get ready for tonight! I’m going to your gig!”

“What are the odds?” He mimicked, making you giggle. “Hey, I’ll make sure you get a front row seat. Really, I mean it. I know how crazy those can get.”

“Thanks.” You smiled as he put a strand of hair behind your ear.

After class he called, “Hey, Y/N! I can't help but want to get to know you better. Do you want to go grab a coffee or something?”

“I’d love to, but I’ve gotta say I’m more of a whiskey girl than I am coffee.”

God, she’s perfect. He thought.

“Then the bar down the street it is.” Roger smiled.

Your relationship didn’t turn romantic after that for a couple years, you and Roger were just the inseparable friends who spent at least two hours together every day, and everyone thought were twins because of how similar you were. You always flirted and held hands, but kept it platonic until about a year after Queen had formed.

You and Roger were living together as friends, and one night after a Queen gig got wasted playing truth or dare with Freddie and the rest of the band. You had on a tight, revealing red dress. Knowing you could never pass up the riskiest of questions, Freddie said,

“Alright. We’ve been playing classic truth or dare for a while now. It’s time to spice it up. Who here is brave enough to do a truth and a dare that are connected at the same time?”

“Me! I’ll do it!” You burst up, making the four of them laugh.

“Alright, Darling. I was hoping you’d chose to participate.” Freddie was trying to get you and Roger together. “Of the four of us, choose who you like the most and want to be in a relationship with the most, straddle them and make out with them for a full minute, and then tell us the truth of why you chose them.”

“Deal.” You rose from your chair, gaze shifting between the four of them. You knew you’d choose Roger; had been in love with him for a while, but things had been going so well between the two of you for so long as friends you considered choosing Freddie just to make everyone laugh and not mess up anything between you and Roger.

But you couldn’t do it.

You turned to your left, locking eyes with your roommate as you straddled him, smirk on his face as your arms went around his neck, his hands reaching to your hair as your lips connected. The kiss was drunkenly passionate, the other three cheering the two of you on and counting to sixty as Roger’s hands roamed your back, your hands now tangled in his hair. You opened your mouth, his tongue immediately slipping in.

“58!”

“59!”

“60!” They cheered as the two of you breathlessly broke away.

“You chose me?” Roger questioned, astonished.

“ ‘Course I chose you.” You smiled, turning around on his lap to face the other three, his arms still tightly wrapped around your stomach.

“So,” Freddie smiled. “Why our Roggie boy?”

“God this is so embarrassing.” You blushed.

“Get on with it!” Deaky slurred.

“Firstly, you’re just as good if not a better kisser than I imagined,” you confessed, everyone laughing. “But I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you, Rog. I’ve just never been able to tell you. So scared I’ll mess everything up. I mean, you’re my best friend, and my roommate. I could really screw up my whole life if you didn’t feel the same way. Do you know how hard it is to confess you’re in love with your best friend and have been for the last four years?”

“Yeah, I actually do.” Roger laughed, making you flick your head at him in shock. “Wait,” he said in realization, the alcohol impairing his thinking. “You’re in love with me too?”

You nodded, smiling.

“So we could’ve been together all this time, but we were too scared to mess anything up?” He said in disbelief. “God I’m such an idiot!”

“But you know now,” you teased. “And besides, relationships are better with an established friendship.”

He sat there silenced for a couple moments, trying to process what had just happened. You and the other three couldn’t stop laughing at his thought process that was visually represented on his face.

First he was shocked, then happy, excited, confused, angry, annoyed, shocked again, and then it just kept going in that order until he had a look of realization, standing up as he grabbed your hand. “We, um, we gotta go home. Kay bye!” He said, rushing out with you in tow, leaving you and the boys laughing like crazy.

That night was a passionate night as soon as you had stepped through the door. The two of you had sex at least three times, maybe even more. After that day, you never really slept in your bedroom anymore. You gradually moved your things in with Roger, turning it into a spare room as your relationship blossomed. You never really had publicly described your relationship status, which was fine. To any outsider you were dating, and that’s fine because you essentially were, but really, the two of you were madly in love, and really that’s all that mattered.

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Back in England, you just finished getting dressed, ready to walk onto the set of Good Morning Britain in a half hour. You were nervous; knew criticism was bound to come from your outfit, but it also gave you an adrenaline rush. You always liked some excitement. Your hair and makeup were styled impeccably, and you wore a pair of tightly fitted black jeans which were slightly frayed at the bottom and stopped at your ankles to show off your new sparkly heels. You paired the whole ensemble with a leather jacket; one that you found in Roger’s closet back at home, and that was it. No shirt, no necklace. Nothing. Just an open leather jacket to drive the modeling agencies crazy with your cleavage - but tastefully. Of course it was taped down with double sided tape, but one wrong move and you’d flash everyone.

To calm your nerves, you decided to call Roger’s hotel room even though it was two in the morning back in the states.

“Hello?” He tiredly said, half awake. His groggy voice put an immediate smile to your face. Roger was always so adorable when he had just woken up. Took him a bit to come to his senses sometimes. He always said the funniest things.

“Hi, Baby.” You cooed.

“Y/N?” He asked, clearly still kind of confused.

“Yeah it’s me, Rog.” You giggled.

“Do I need to come pick you up now?” He slurred.

“What?”

“What?” He tiredly echoed, making you laugh.

“Roger wake up, it's me, Y/N.”

“Oh, oh. Sorry, sorry. I’m here now.”

You laughed. “What was that all about?”

“What was what about?” He said completely awake now.

“You saying you had to come pick me up?”

“Oh, yeah. Think I had a dream where you were at a bar or something and didn’t want to leave and I had to go back and get you. Gimme a break, Love. It’s two in the morning here, you know.” He teased.

“I know,” you smiled. “I just wanted to hear your voice. Miss you.”

“Well I miss you too, my Love. It isn’t just a saying. The bed really is much colder without you.”

His comment made you laugh. “You think that’s bad, try our bed back at home. It’s bloody awful.”

“You know,” he yawned, “you’re usually pretty good about calling at a decent time for us both. Why are you calling so early?”

“Nerves. I’ve got my interview in a half hour.”

“You’re the most headstrong person I know beside myself. You’ll be fine.”

“I know, but I never really do interviews. Just say a word or two when someone shoves a camera in your face. Never had one where I’m the Roger.”

“The Roger?” He laughed.

“You know, the famous person.”

“Ohh, righttt.” He smiled at your adorable comment. “Just keep your head together, be the personable girl you always are. Be the Y/N I know and you’ll be fine.”

“What about the questions?”

“Just answer the ones you want to, but answer them truthfully. You’re usually blatantly honest, so if you don’t like a question just tell ‘em. Or you can just dodge it. Both work equally as well. Being honest will show people your personality the best.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “And what if they ask about my modeling career?”

“Like I said, be honest. Tell ‘em you’re not a model. Tell ‘em about us, how the photo shoot came about. All that.”

“And if they ask if I have a manager?”

“You don’t.”

“But-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, “you don’t even work or have a job. I pay all the bills, which I’m completely fine with and don’t want to stop doing. I love providing for you. But like I said, don’t lie to say what they want to hear or they’ll just prove you wrong.”

“Can I say you’re my manager?”

“Sure,” he chuckled, “Roger Taylor the best friend, manager, and uh,” he was unsure what you considered him in your eyes.

“Boyfriend?”

“You consider me your boyfriend?” He asked, shocked.

“Yeah,” You laughed, “you basically are anyways.”

“Alright, I like the sound of that. Roger Taylor the boyfriend. So what’s your outfit look like? Sure you’re all dolled up per usual.”

“Oh, um,” for some reason you were nervous to tell him. Your outfit was something that's usually a bedroom thing between the two of you. You didn’t need his added comments to your nervousness right now. “Black. All black.”

“Ooh,” he cooed. “You know how much I love you in black. Take a picture for me.” He imagined your in a tight, straight fitting, lace, black dress.

“Of course.” Although it’ll probably end up on the news in America later if I get the shock factor I’m looking for, you thought. “I’ve got those new sparkly heels on you got for me too.”

“I’m sure you look gorgeous.” He yawned. “Alright, Love, I had a show tonight and I have another and some traveling tomorrow. I’m exhausted and really need some rest. You’re gonna do great.” He smiled.

“Thanks.” You smiled back. Though neither of you could see, you could hear the smile in each other’s voices.

“Goodnight, Baby.”

“Goodnight Rog, sweet dreams, Love.”

Just as you hung up you heard, “Miss Y/L/N! Five minutes!”

~~~~~~

The woman sitting across from you shook your hand as you sat down, eyes slightly widening from the shock factor of your outfit.

“So good to have you here with us this morning, Y/N.” She smiled.

“So good to be here,” you smiled. “I’ve always wanted to be on the morning show ever since I was a little girl.”

“So the last couple weeks have been crazy for you, haven’t they?”

“Oh yeah, total change in my life.” You laughed. “I mean, I was kind of used to the cameras from Roger, but it was never like it is now. I mean they’re everywhere. Everyone has a question, I’m on covers of magazines. It really makes you want to look your best all the time when people are constantly taking photos of you and publishing them.”

“And the calls?”

“Oh yeah, that too,” you continued, kicking yourself in the head for not adding that in. “Course that has been crazy too. The phone’s literally off the hook. I just got back from tour with Queen in America a couple days ago to come here today, so I mean of course I was getting some while I was there, but I assume it was harder for the agencies to locate me then. Now that I’m back home it’s just non stop modeling agency after modeling agency ringing me up, one offering me more money than the last, all trying to get me to sign a deal.”

“And you haven’t accepted one yet,” the interviewer, said perplexed. “Do you realize you’re being called the most beautiful girl in England? Some sources even say most beautiful girl in the world. Why haven’t you taken this opportunity?”

“Oh I don’t really know,” you laughed. “The game of continuously turning them down is kind of fun to me, I must admit. But really, I’m happy with the way everything is. I mean being a model is every little girl's dream, but I’ve never been looking to make a career out of it. I don’t need it. Roger and I are happy just the way everything is. We don’t need anymore money. If the right one comes along, then sure, maybe I’m interested. But really it just was never part of my plan.”

“Can you explain how this craze to get you to sign a modeling contract came about?”

“Sure,” you laughed. “Sorry, it still sounds so funny to me. Well, Roger has a solo album coming out soon, and he had to do some promotional pictures.”

“For those who don’t know, could you say who Roger is to you?”

“Of course,” you smiled. “well I’m in a relationship with Roger Taylor, the drummer of Queen. We’ve been together for a while now, and have been best friends even longer. Can’t imagine my life without him.” You gushed, earning an “awe” from the studio audience. “Anyways, he’s coming out with his first solo album soon and had to do some promotional photos, which he hates doing, so he asked if I’d go along with it, so I did, and then it just kind of expanded from there. We went all out.”

“I’d say you did,” the interviewer smiled, holding up some photos of you and Roger in the photo shoot, (I imagine Kylie Jenner and Travis Scott’s GQ photoshoot) earning hoots and hollers from the audience. “What made you choose the outfit you’re wearing today?”

“Well that’s a rude question.” You retorted.

“I-I’m sorry.” The interviewer stumbled. “I like your outfit, I was just wondering how you chose it.”

“Oh, well, wanted to show a little more. I mean you are all referring to me as a model after all; might as well dress like it. And besides this is Roger’s jacket.” You said, tugging lightly on the collar.

And then you felt it. The release of the tightness on the skin of your breasts, the double sided tape breaking loose from your breasts from the change in pressure from your slight pulls.

And then it happened. The right side of the jacked flew open a little bit.

And you noticed.

The interviewer noticed; you saw it on her face.

The crowd noticed; you heard it from the gasp.

And the camera caught it.

The camera caught you flashing all of Britain on live television.

Hey, you thought in a state of panic, at least it was the good side.

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Knock, knock, knock.

Roger groggily awoke from his sleep checking the clock.

3:30 AM.

Only an hour and a half after you had called him.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Roger, darling. You’ve got to turn on the news. It’s Freddie, Brian, and John.” He said giddily. He was excited about something.

Roger stumbled out of bed, unlocking the door and flopping back onto his pillow as Freddie grabbed the remote, hurriedly putting on the news.

“Look, Rog!” Freddie encouraged.

And then he heard it.

“Roger Taylor’s girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N flashes all of Britain, and now the world on her interview with Good Morning Britain.”

Roger shot straight up, watching it again and again. It was being blown out of proportion, yet at the same time was extremely noticeable. It made him turned on while also making him extremely jealous.

The whole world just got to see something that was only supposed to be his.

~~~~

You cried to Roger on the phone after his concert that night. How embarrassed you felt. How sorry you were.

He did his best to calm you down, almost blowing up at one point, but he kept his emotions in control. Decided he couldn’t start a fight with you if he was going to propose soon.

It was just the idea that the whole world saw something that he considered his, saw a part of you nude made him upset.

It made him jealous.

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Two Weeks Later:

Roger had been home for a week, and you were feeling on top of the world. It was nice to not have to worry about traveling for a little bit, about where he was and if he made it there safely. It was nice to feel like a normal couple that lived together for a little bit.

The media had been ruthless. You took it hard at first, all the media calling you a slut, a whore. Saying Roger had been dating a prostitute and that the two of you tried to cover it up. You stayed in bed for a couple of days. Didn’t want to leave the house, turn on the TV, or look at the newspaper without Roger. You didn’t answer the phone to anyone. Only called Roger once a day. When he came home he found you in bed looking like a complete mess. Dark eyes, only wearing one of his sweatshirts. Glasses of water around the room, an empty bag of chips on the end table. The lights were dimmed and there was a box of tissues on your chest. He didn’t say anything when he saw you, and he didn't have to. He just held you in his arms as you cried.

It was all over soon enough though. As Freddie assured you, any media is good media. It brought attention to your name. Soon enough, your were out of your funk and getting free things from big designers in the mail. It all ended up alright.

Roger told you he had to run out and do a couple errands, and to be ready for dinner at six. He said he had some surprises coming throughout the day, so to be prepared. Little did you know he was planning on proposing that night. You awoke to his absence, still in your lingerie from the night before to a new, versace, fluffy bathrobe with a note on the hanger hanging from the bedpost across from you. It read:

“Love you more, xoxo, Roger.”

You smiled as you put it on, hearing the doorbell ring and starting the trek through your mansion to the front door.

“Oh my god, he didn’t.” You said to yourself as you stepped out of the master bedroom. There were photos covering the floor everywhere. Photos of the two of you. You picked one up. It was of a day you and Roger went on a hike back in college. It brought a smile to your face as you stuffed it in the pocket of your robe. You walked a little further, looking over the banister into the living room and foyer and down the stairs. At your feet was a photo you took of him when you went skiing last winter. Everywhere was covered with photos of the two of you. There were repeats, but it didn’t matter. Of course there’d be some repeats, he had a lot of floor space to cover. The pictures on the stairs made you smile the most, or instead just picture, singular. The stairs were covered in Roger’s favorite picture of you, a photo of you upside down, playing Tenement Funster on the guitar, which he had taught you because he thought it was the easiest to play. He took copies of that picture everywhere. Kept one in his pocket, one in his wallet, one taped on the side of his drum. One stuck in the mirror in your bedroom, one framed in the living room downstairs, one framed in his music room. It was everywhere. He said he never wanted to forget it. There was a poster board taped to the wall to the side of the stairs with “The love of my life, Y/N” and an arrow down written on it in sharpie, which made you giggle. Little by little, you picked up your favorite pictures, some of which you didn’t know existed, and put them in the pocket of your robe.

You made your way to the front door, unlocking it to find a huge bouquet of roses. There were easily six dozen roses, maybe even more. God, he was extravagant. But it made you smile. The card on top read, “Love you most, xoxo, Roger”.

Man, he really knew how to make a girl swoon. Around one, someone came with a dress bag. “Miss Y/L/N?” They asked as you opened the door.

“Yes?”

“I’m with Versace. Mr. Taylor designed this dress for you.”

“Oh!” You said, clearly shocked. “Thank you,” You smiled, taking the bag and tipping the man. You hurried upstairs, careful to not trip on all the photos, and hung the dress in your walk in closet, eagerly unzipping the bag.

It took your breath away.

There was a strapless, scoop necked satin, floor length, white dress. It had a high slit on the left side with a black stripe. It was gorgeous. It came with a matching black handbag and strappy black heels. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Wear this to dinner tonight, there will be people coming to do your hair, makeup and nails at four, I’m coming home around 5:30. Love you to the moon and back, xoxo, Roger.” Read a note that fell out of the shoe box. You went downstairs to eat lunch, gathering some more photos of you and Roger as you walked past them.

By four you were in your dress, literally feeling dressed to the nines, the stylists setting up camp in a spare room upstairs so Roger wouldn’t see you until you got ready. You heard him come home at 5:30, just like he said. He sounded so excited as he talked to you through the door, telling him you were almost done as he retired to the master bedroom to get on his tux, praying that everything went well tonight.

The stylists left around 5:50 leaving you with long, wavy curls, a beautiful, glammed up makeup look, and a white and black French manicure. Roger was waiting for you downstairs, pacing back and forth from his nerves.

“You ready down there?” You called.

“ ‘Course! Been dying to see you all day.” He smiled.”

“Okay then,” you said, opening the door to walk down to him, his head flicking up as you appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Wow.” He said, breath taken away from him.

You lowly made your way down, careful not to slip on any photos as he picked you up off the last step, spinning you around as he kissed your cheek.

“You look gorgeous. Just like I imagined this dress would look.” He gushed.

“So you really did design it?”

“Yup.”

“Wow.” You didn’t know what to say. “Not that I want you to stop, but why all the gifts today?” You smiled, caressing his cheek.

“You’ll find out later.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple as he grabbed your hand, leading you out the front door to his car. “Hey, has anyone ever told you that you should be a model?” He joked.

“Oh shut up.”

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He brought you to the Cordón Bleu, the most expensive restaurant in London. As he pulled up, he said, “You go inside, Love. I’m going to park the car. I’ll be in in a minute.” The two of your separated with a quick kiss as you strutted inside, cameras flashing in your face.

When you walked in, the receptionist at the front desk called your name, shocking you. “Y/N?”

“Oh my god, Mark?!” You ran over to him, embracing him in a hug. You and Mark hooked up a couple times in college when you and Roger were still just friends.

“Hi! You look amazing!”

“Oh, thank you! So do you! How’s life?”

“It’s alright,” he laughed. “You seem to have made out much better than I did.”

“Well, Roger made out well. I just happened to be his girlfriend.” You laughed.

“Yeah. Believe me, I know about that.” He laughed. Just then Roger walked in. “But everything they’ve been saying is true. You’re really the most beautiful girl in England.”

Roger heard what he said. Saw who it was. Mark. His blood boiled in his veins, fist wrapping tightly around the ring box.

“Thank you,” you blushed, as Roger’s arm snaked its way around your waist.

“Oh, Darling look! It’s Mark!” You smiled.

“Hey.” Roger stated, monotone, as he stuck out his hand to shake Mark’s.

“Hey, mate! Great to see you again. You music with Queen is some of my favorites. Always gush about how I went to college with you two! Anyways, Y/N. I saw your interview the other day, for your first interview you did great. I was very interested.” He smiled. He didn’t mean it maliciously at all, however Roger took it the wrong way.

“Thank yo-” You started, but Roger cut you off.

“Hey, Mark, was it? I’d really prefer it if you didn’t talk about my girlfriend’s tits in front of me. Or actually, how about you just don't talk about them at all?” He snapped, catching you and Mark off guard.

“I-I wasn’t.” Mark stuttered.

“What has gotten into you?!” You whispered in Roger’s ear as he grabbed your hand protectively as he approached the host table which Mark stood behind.

“If you don’t mind, mate, I’d like to be seated now.” Roger coldly insisted.

“Of course, you had the private room upstairs rented out, right?”

Roger nodded.

“Alright then, this way.” Mark said, clearly uncomfortable.

“Actually,” Roger interjected, “would you mind if she brought us to our seats? I don’t need someone from my past ruining this day for me.” He said, coldly snapping at Mark.

Mark looked at him, confused to say the least. Your expression matched his, astonished that Roger could be so rude.

“Excuse me, Ann. Mr. Taylor would like you to bring him and Ms. Y/L/N to their room.” he said.

“Sure, right this way.” She smiled, leading the two of you to the stairs.

Roger’s grip on your hand was tight. You followed the hostess first as he trailed behind you, leaving one last dig as he said, “Oh, and Mark. Make sure you’re not our waiter.”

You gasped back at him in disbelief.

The room was gorgeous, there were roses everywhere, a table lit by candlelight waiting for the two of you in the center. Roger pulled out your seat for you, sitting across from you as he looked down in concentration.

Avoiding looking at you.

He tapped his fingers on the menu to keep himself occupied, his nostrils flaring in anger. The silence in the room was deafening; you could literally cut the tension with a knife.

“Roger,” you tentatively started, “Darling, I think you might be confused. That was Mark, remember? Remember how we used to all hang out in college?”

“I remember hearing you scream his name on the other side of the wall as he fucked you to sleep each night for a couple months.” He snapped back, eyes locking with yours.

“Okay, what is your problem? We never fight like this, we tell each other everything!” You exclaimed.

“You want to know my problem, Y/N? Tonight was supposed to be perfect, but that asshole just went and ruined it. Showed me we’re not actually exclusive.”

“What’re you talking about? Roger we’ve been exclusive for the last three years!”

“I knew I should have properly asked you out so you knew we were in a relationship. Then other guys wouldn’t think you’d just fuck them behind my back.”

“Roger! How dare you? I’d never cheat on you! We’ve lived together for eight years. I thought you knew me better than that.”

“Obviously not; I saw the way he was flirting with you.” He whined.

“So what if he was flirting with me? I wasn’t flirting with him! That’s what’s important! And I wouldn’t flirt with him, or anyone else for that matter, Roger, because I’m in love with you. Besides, if I’m going to be a model, you’ve got to get used to people hitting on me, and be confident that I love you and only you. What more do I need to say?” You said, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“Really?”

“Yes!” You sighed. It was silent for a moment as the waitress came in to pour your champagne and take your orders, then silent for a little while longer. He broke the silence.”

“I’m sorry, Love.” He finally muttered.

You looked up at him, awaiting more of an apology as two salads were placed in front of the two of you.

“I don’t know what came over me,” he continued, “I had such a perfect idea of today in my mind with the photos, and the flowers, and the dress, and dinner, and then, well you know, but then I saw him. Saw the way he looked at you, remembered how he made you feel all those years ago, and I just couldn’t handle it. I’d never been more jealous in my life. I don’t ever want to live without you.”

“Rog,” you smiled, reaching across to grab his hand. “I don’t ever want to live without you either. You don’t have to worry, Baby. I’m not going anywhere.” You finally had brought a smile to his face. “So what if there was a little hiccup in your perfect day? There’s been so much good, it doesn’t even matter.” You smiled.

“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning across to peck your lips, deciding to wait until the end of the meal to pop the question.

“And besides, the sex with you has always been much better.” You winked.

~~~~

Your meal was great, honestly the best food you’d ever had. Roger’s mood improved drastically as the night went on, the two of you joking and laughing per usual. At the end of your romantic dinner you were sharing a huge piece of six layer chocolate cake, Roger putting Fred Astaire’s version of The Way You Look Tonight on the record player in the corner of the room. Roger kept taking photos of you with his Polaroid camera, made you laugh by saying you could add them to the floor when you got home. You could tell he was nervous about something, kept stuttering on about every word he said, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Okay,” he whispered, blowing out a huff of air and catching your attention. “So I’m sure you’ve realized this isn’t your normal date, right? I mean I think I’ve managed to go a little more “all out” than I usually do, right?”

“Yes, Roger.” You laughed. “Look around us. Look at my dress, my makeup, my nails. You’ve certainly set the standard for the best date ever.”

“Good, good.” He looked down, nodding to arrange his thoughts. “Okay,” he said, getting up and grabbing your hands as he pulled you up, walking to the window to overlook the city skyline. “Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you, that first day back at uni. You’re the only girl I’ve ever been nervous to ask out and, hey, I guess I never did.” He said, making the two of you laugh.

“What’re you doing?” You said, choked up as you knew what was coming next.

“But I never had to ask you out, Love. That’s what makes things so great between us. We just work. But I don’t want it to be like that for the next big milestone in our relationship, that’s why I’m doing what I am now, because I want everything to be perfect. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on inside and out, and I can’t imagine spending any day not waking up next to you and I don’t want to. You’re my other half, Love, you complete me better than anyone else ever has and I’m never going to let anything change that. I’m so happy at where we are now and I’m ready to start a life with you start a family with you, Y/N. I know we’re young but that doesn’t change the way I feel for you. So, Darling,” he started, getting down on one knee as you gasped. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, please baby, please do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world, by being my wife. Y/N,” he said, taking a box out of his pocket and opening it in front of you. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god.” You gasped, tears openly flowing down both of your faces. He looked nervous, unsure of what your face meant. “Yes, yes, a million times yes!” You screamed, as he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around as your lips connected passionately.

“Oh my god,” you continued, smile never leaving your face. You were shaking from shock and excitement. “It all makes sense now,” you laughed. “Why you got so jealous. It doesn’t matter. I love you so much.” You smiled, connecting your lips to his.

“You gonna put it on? Spent a lot of money on it, it’s the least you could do.” He joked.

“Of course.” You smiled. “Wait, my hands are too shaky I don’t wanna drop it, can you?” You asked, making him laugh as he took the ring out of the box.

“Sure, Love. You’re too cute.” He chuckled. “And look, there’s our initials on the inside of the ring.”

That just made you cry of joy even more as he slipped the ring on your finger, the two of you a crying, smiling, laughing, kissing mess.

Roger paid the bill and the two of you walked out laughing together, hand in hand. He scooped you in his arms bridal style as you stepped out of the building, cameras immediately in your face, photographers screaming,

“Y/N!”

“Roger!”

“Mr. Taylor, what’s the occasion!”

He set you down as you walked to Vogue, the biggest editorial that was there.

“You wanna know what’s going on?” You asked, silencing the crowd and chorus of questions along with it.

“We’re getting married!” You said, shooting your hand out as countless cameras were snapped, the photographers taking your “engagement photos” all of which actually came out well. You were mailed the prints a week or so later.

“Thank you!” They shouted after the two of you.

“Thank you, Miss. Y/L/N!”

“Hey!” You turned around, looking at Roger as he read your mind, knowing what you were about to say so he just said it for you.

“You can start calling her Mrs. Taylor.” The two of you smiled, Roger scooping you up to bring home his fiancée.

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A/N: I’m also so proud of this one! As always, send an ask of a plot and I’ll write you a oneshot, and let me know what you think of this one!

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Sen Çal Kapımı Ep 40 anon asks

Thanks for the asks, it was fun to talk about this episode, answers under the cut

Anonymous asked: it's amazing how the addition of the kids brings such a new light, a breath of fresh air, in the show. and i'm normally someone that doesn't like kids in my stories/tv shows, but i somehow LOVE it here already. maybe because the way serkan's relationship with her will develop is so different than normal. i haven't felt my heart in these characters like this since maybe 28.. i was hestiant about the plot when it was first introduced but now i think it's exactly what the show needed right now

Agreed. I also usually don't like precocious children on my TV. The show Single Parents is the lone recent example where I was able to enjoy them, but that was mostly because they all acted and talked like adults, lmao.

However, seeing Eda and Serkan with their child and, watching Serkan bond with her, and then anticipating the three of them finding a way to forming the family they should have had all along... MY HEART.

Everything feels re-energized and fresh. You know, part of that is also probably the rest that the cast and crew were able to enjoy over hiatus. The pace they worked at for 11 straight months was ridiculous, I'm glad they all got the chance to recharge and then come back to revitalized writing as well. But to your point, Kiraz really has brought new light to the show and I'M HERE FOR THIS JOURNEY.

Anonymous asked: i didn't have any idea that i could look forward to scenes besides any other characters than eda and serkan in the show, but my want, no NEED, for more serkan and kiraz scenes are overwhelming. i'm so excited to see how their relationship develops and changes once he finds out thats his daughter. one thing ayse knows how to do is a good buildup, and i'm expecting nothing less here!

Yes, I'm going to look forward to Serkan/Kiraz scenes each and every episode. It seems like we're going to get at least an episode and a half before he figures it out, so I think the writers really wanted to show us Serkan bonding with her and falling under her spell before he has any idea of their real relationship.

It does feel special to have him soften towards her when he's hell bent on having nothing to do with children, but still feels this connection with the child without knowing why. In this episode they already showed us many parallels to his relationship with Eda, but there's a larger thematic one where Serkan Bolat does what he wants and is beholden to no one... until he meets a special lady who turns his life upside down and to whom he can't say no. The first time was Eda, now it's his daughter. I will never be over him being late to a meeting but sitting there waiting for a child he's never met to pick her blackberries.

I already feel my heart melting at the scenes I'm sure we're going to eventually get. The first time she calls him Baba. The first time they hug. The first time she falls asleep on him. The first time they say I love you. And Eda watching all of it with tears in her eyes. Gah!

Conversely the emotional scenes we are in for when Serkan finds out that Eda never told him and they both confront why and how that happened.... we're not ready!

Anonymous asked: Do you think Serkan never actually showed Eda that flower necklace again after he found it on the boat? It sounds like they were considered engaged again at some point but this wasn't used and he still has it in that form.... so has she always thought it was lost at sea? I actually don't care for it as her engagement ring anymore but I think if it came back up, I want him to give it to Kiraz. I think that'd be symbolic.

Yes, I would like that too, as long as its curse doesn't carry over to the next generation! Kiraz does not deserve the tragedy that has befallen her parents. Can they find some shaman or someone to spiritually cleanse it or something?

Since the necklace is in the vault I'm going to assume he never told her he rescued it from the boat. She probably still thinks its at the bottom of the sea. If you think about it, they got back together, he immediately found out about the tumor and started the bucket list and then when she found out they went right into fighting cancer mode. So he was probably waiting for the right moment to give it back to her and it never came.

Anonymous asked: The Burak character seems kinda boring so far. I don't think I'd even ship him with Melo - let's find her a hot guy off of the beach instead.

Agreed! So far he is blaaaaand, a bit whiney, but mostly a non-entity. Which at least tells you he wouldn't have stood a chance even if Serkan hadn't come back into her life. Our Eda would never end up with a slice of stale wonderbread.

Melo deserves far better as well. I really do hope they find someone for her before the end of the series, just because the character wants to be in love so badly, not because everyone has to end up paired off.

Anonymous asked: Why did Leyla leave Sen Cal Kapimi? Did last nights episode also confirm Ferit is never coming back?

I assume the writers/producers decided that the character of Leyla had run her course and wouldn't add much to a season 2. I'm not really surprised, as much as we enjoyed Serkan bey yelling her name, she was the only regular character that was often left out of big group scenes, and she just didn't really have much to do other than a little office comic relief once in a while.

Yes, Ferit is also gone, Cagri confirmed, however I'm not sure about the "never" coming back. He's not a part of this story arc, but I suppose you never know what can happen and I wouldn't rule out them bringing back characters like Ceren and Ferit for a guest spot in the series finale, maybe an appearance at an Edser wedding or something like that. Melisa is on a Fox show after all. You never know! But even if we never see them again, at least we know Ferit and Ceren are happy in London and looking forward to expanding their family.

Though, that does beg the question... did Ferit and Ceren get married? Because if they did and had a large wedding, that seems like an event that both Serkan and Eda would have been invited too...

Anonymous asked: i think the biggest difference that i wasn't expecting to feel, was how right away i felt like these characters were BACK, in a sense. the last few episodes of s1, after the memory plot, it just felt like we were floating aimlessly with the plot direction.. so they would just throw random plotlines in there in hopes to prolong the series. now, i immediately feel the cohesiveness of plot already, and maybe thats the benefit of getting to write way ahead of schedule and knowing when the end is.

Yes, I feel this way as well. They didn't seem to have a strong direction after the amnesia. I'm not sure what they would have done with the tumor plot if COVID hadn't ended the season early, but it didn't feel like they had a specific direction in mind.

As you say, in this episode it did feel like the characters were back, especially after so many were unrecognizable during the amnesia plot. GAH! Not to belabor the past, but they pretty much had to ruin every side character in order to make Selin-the-villain work and it was honestly one of the worst decisions they could have made. I still think how much better those episode would have been if they were just dealing with memory loss and the return of robot Bolat without all of her nonsense and every other character pretending it was normal.

As I said back then, if you have to ruin every character to make your plot work... rethink your plot.

Anyway, it does feel like they were able to write ahead. They've clearly been filming season 2 episodes 1-4 (40-43) a bit out of order, utilizing locations to their fullest. Rumor has it that 4 is the last episode that takes place out at the beach hotel...we shall see! I don't know if there's any truth to that or not.

Anonymous asked: Something I'm confused about - did they reveal who did the breaking up? Because if Serkan ended it with Eda, why was he so bitter during their first coffee meeting? Was he just being irrational and had no business being angry? Or do you think there's something they haven't shown yet that Eda did? It seems like the blame is entirely on him right now, even if we as the audience can understand why he'd push her away after the brain tumor

I think some of your confusion may stem from trying to "pick sides" in what appears to be a pretty tragic situation. Why are you trying to place blame? I honestly don't get this mentality.

It remains to be seen how this is going to play out, but you seem to be looking at it as if one party decided they didn't love the other or betrayed the other and that's why they broke up, while I personally can't imagine that's how it went down.

If you watch the flashbacks, they clearly were deeply in love and committed while he was fighting cancer, but it was taking a terrible toll on both of them and he was struggling with everything including his own mortality. Again, I don't know which direction they're going to go, but I'm willing to bet you big bucks that the break up was at his instigation but he did it because he wanted her to lead a better life than what he thought he could give her and he knew she would never leave unless he severed their ties and was cruel in the process.

Also I think you may have misread the reason he got angry during the coffee date. I didn't read it as general anger at her over the breakup. You might watch it again and see what happens right before he makes his hurtful remark. I thought he got touchy when she wouldn't tell him if she was in a relationship and then told him he didn't understand anything about love and that this was a mistake. This is a man who has probably been in love with her every minute of every day of the last five years and here she is telling him he doesn't know what love is. I can see why that set him off a bit and it's also why the writers had her apologize for that line after he apologizes first. I'm not saying that was fair of him, which is why he apologized, just understandable considering his emotions.

Also can't he be bitter at circumstances, fate, the universe, his illness, everything that has happened to him and kept him from the life he once dreamed of with her? And now, whether it's fair or not, he has this fear she's living it with someone else?

For me, shipping is much more fun if I'm not constantly picking sides and pitting one against the other.... so I don't. Period.

Anonymous asked: i've seen so many ppl in the fandom be mad at serkan for what he said during that coffee scene (how GOOD was that entire scene tho) but barely anyone mention that afterwards he APOLOGIZED!! they BOTH did for the things they said and how they knew they didnt mean it. i wish the fandom would take these angsty scenes in strides instead of using it to pin serkan and eda against each other when in the show they clearly move past it. they are actually TALKING! that should be more important.

Preach! This is what I'm saying. I loved that they were talking in this episode, something that was sorely missing from this show. And as you say he apologized! This is a man who in episode 9 ran all over town, handcuffed her, spent all day with her and did everything in his power to get her to forgive him except for the one easy thing which would have worked off the bat... apologizing. It's so hard for him and the fact that he did it here, the next day, and without cajoling from her or anyone else speaks to the fact that he has not regressed to full Robot Bolat. Some of the growth we saw is intact!

As far as being mad at Serkan, I don't get that. It's obvious that his cancer was a heartbreaking time for both of them and ended up ripping them apart. I don't understand how you vilify a character like Serkan after everything he's been through. Yes, Eda, poor thing, has been the one holding it all together through every heartbreaking thing that happened, but Serkan is the one who actually has lived it. He's the one who was in a plane crash, he's the one who was brainwashed and preyed on by a psycho, he's the one who had a year of his life erased, he's the one who got a brain tumor and was confronted with his own mortality. The man has been through constant trauma!

Like... can we cut them both some slack?

Anonymous asked: I think that the doctors told Serkan he couldn't have children as a consequence of the cancer treatments and that's the reason why he pushed Eda away. That would also explain why he tried to become immortal through architecture. At first I wasn't a fan of the time jump, but I loved bölüm 40. I cannot wait to see Serkan falling in love with his daughter, reading her fairy tales and teaching her magic tricks and all he knows about the stars. I hope that we get a flashback of Eda's graduation because I'm a hundred percent sure that he was there watching her.

Yes! I saw this theory on twitter, and now I hope it's how it plays out. If would make so much sense. He knows how badly Eda wants a family and if he found out that news, after probably already feeling horribly guilty about the way she put her life on hold because of him so many times, and in his (probably) post-illness depression, I could easily see him deciding he needed to push her away for her own good. So that she could go have the family she dreamed of and he wouldn't keep holding her back and ruining her dreams. In that state of mind he wouldn't have been thinking clearly, and adoption and other alternate ways to have a family wouldn't have even weighed with him. He would have just felt worthless and decided she was better off without him, and it's 100% entirely in character for him not to tell her the real reason why.

Can you imagine if he found that out and decides to push her away for her own good right when she's headed to tell him she's pregnant?? Gah! Timing! But she's never able to tell him because he knows she wants kids so he used that fact and emphatically tells her he doesn't want kids, he wants nothing to do with kids in order to drive her away? This sort of tragic misunderstanding is soooooo them.

And that would explain why he's still so adamant that he wants nothing to do with children. A self-defense mechanism because he had to put away his own dream of having a family with her. It would also explain why it might take him a few episodes to figure out the truth, if he doesn't think he can have children, it gives him no reason to suspect he does have a child.

We'll see how it plays out but this would be a way to keep both of them from being to "blame" for the breakup. Once again tragic circumstances, bad timing, and terrible communication.

One bright note, other than the GIANT secret Eda is keeping from him, their communication was improved during this episode. Eda, at least, got to have her say and it felt cathartic to watch.

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Isolde told him he was her boyfriend in /preschool/ And in first grade they had a wedding (IT WAS HALLOWEEN). And so when people ask if they're dating in junior high and high school. They say they're engaged. they say it with the straightest face possible too. They got those fake gold dollar store rings and in high school they wear them as matching necklaces. Gabriel's parents joke when Isolde turns 16 that technically the two could now legally get married as long as Isolde got her approval. So from 16 and up every time Isolde comes over they joke that she should just come live with them. The thing is that her parents would totally say yes if Gabriel asked. Isolde comes over one day and Gabriel is chasing his younger siblings around the house, blushing bright red while his mother laughs. It takes awhile, but it's finally explained that the little ones got a hold of Gabriel's sketch book and saw the wedding dresses with a highly detailed model that looked suspiciously like Isolde. Gabriel's family consists of his mom, his dad, twins who are ten years younger, and a sister who's five years younger. They're a middle class, white picket fence family who consider Isolde a member already and trust her completely. She has a key to the house and when Gabriel got the sex talk, they had Isolde be there too (they made sure to tell Isolde's parents first) because they felt if their son (serious and responsible as he is) was going to have his girlfriend over so often they both needed to understand the rules. Gabriel still is incredibly PG anyways. It's pretty cute. Her parents are business people who don't talk to their oldest son due to life style difference (to quote mean girls: he's too gay to function). They think Isolde is the golden child and think gabriel is absolutely and love him as if were their own. Their relationship with Iris is difficult but they manage. They don't understand how she tolerates Lionel but figure that since she's behaved its not too much of an issue. By middle school Gabe's parents decide to ask Isolde's parents about having Thanksgiving and Christmas together since as far as Gabriel's family is concerned "the mores the merrier" and they don't want Isolde's parents to feel like they're stealing their daughter. Isolde and Gabriel actually marrying at sixteen and Isolde moving in because of family issues at home (Iris came out as bisexual And the parents suggested conversion therapy). My thought is that iris kind of runs away and Isolde just kind of has a break down because thats why their brother left. The actual wedding wasn't much. It was a court house wedding and Gabriel promises when they're adults, he'll give Isolde a proper wedding with a proper dress and her brother there if she still wants him. Pssh the bro will walk her down the isle bc the parents just become assholes after iris gets emancipated. most nights would be gabriel cuddling Isolde while she cries her eyes out from the stress. Iris would probably become an emancipated minor. You know Gabe's parents would invite Iris to live with them too. The twins don't really understand why the girls are here, they're just happy they have more people to play with. Kids at school think it's weird that they got married. Teachers understand the situation because it's been explained but it's still really hard for awhile. Lionel ditches school on days Iris can't come and goes to support her. On days Iris is at school he sticks close to her and Isolde and Gabriel and cusses out people for them/with Iris. It sucks though because some of the teachers agreed with the parents. So they're considering transferring most days. Trying to figure out housing. It's a four bedroom, three bathroom house. Gabriel's parents know the couple isn't going to get up to anything so they let Isolde share Gabriel's room (he moves his stuff to give her more room too) and Iris is invited to share Gabriel's younger sister's room. It's a tighter fit, but the family wants to make sure the girls have somewhere to stay. Dinner is loud and chores are a family affair. Both iris and isolde would be very good about doing their chores and they'd probably be shy at dinner for a while. Iris would probably visit Lionel a lot to nap at his place seeing as Lionel's bed is like a nest. Isolde would probably not be as talkative for a while more often than not she'd be on the verge of crying because everything was just too much and it hurt to know how horrible her parents could be. Iris would have to get a part time job to get emancipated so she'd probably work at a bookshop. She leaves ten bucks under the twins pillow whenever their teeth fall out. THE TWINS PICK UP THAT IRIS LIKES BOTH GUYS AND GIRLS AND THEY START ASKING THEIR FRIENDS IF THEY HAVE OLDER SIBLINGS TO SET THEM UP WITH IRIS "What does bisexual mean?" "It means Iris doesn't care if she dates boys or girls because she likes them both." "I like them both too! I have boy AND girl friends! Am I bisexual mommy?" "Maybe, sweetheart, that's not something mommy can decide." Both twins crush HARD on Iris. Lionel comes over and both demand to fight him for Iris's hand and declare him an evil wizard What if the bro came back and offered to take care of his sisters and is super offended that he didn't get an invite to the wedding. Seventeen year old Gabisolde looking like young adults. And they're babysitting the twins. So a mother sees the wedding bands at the park when Gabriel's playing with the kids and chatting with other moms and goes to Isolde: "Your kids are adorable, you two must be so happy". Isolde turns red and politely explain that they're husbands siblings and averting the age question

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 Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker? I don't drink coffee, so alcohol by default Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? always and forever Do you plan outfits? I do, not always How are you feeling RIGHT now? calm and serene  Whats the closest thing to you thats red? the lights are out  Turn offs? cigarette smoking, drug use, poor style, lack of culture, bad cologne, men who wear cheap sunglasses- either invest in ONE good pair or don't wear them at all, those who are small minded, people who show off money, chin straps, bulky shoes, men who are overly obsessed with their cars, men that drink shitty beers like coors light, shitty tattoos, men with shitty taste in women - who you've dated in the past can be a major turnoff Have you ever met a celebrity? quite a few - Brooklyn decker, Rachel Weiss, Parker posey, Ashley Greene, Sammy Adams, Francisco Lachowski - it comes with the territory of living in New York City Are you young at heart, or an old soul? una mezcla de dos What makes someone a best friend? loyalty, and knowing when to just shut the fuck up and enjoy the silence together What holiday do you most look forward to? Halloween and Valentine's Day You’ve got the TV on, but you’re not really watching. What channel is the TV on? I never watch televison, just stream movies or watch Netflix- but to answer the question accordingly- a documentary I streamed on Netflix or a 90s film You know at least one person named Michael. Tell me about him. My boyfriend. Michael is not his real name, but that's what his family calls him. When we first began dating, he still lived with his parents. His whole family referred to someone named Michael and I was confused as to who they were talking about until eventually i put two and two together.. If you could pick anywhere to live the rest of your life, where would it be? New York or Nice Can money buy happiness? I believe it can Do you drink? Smoke? Do drugs? Why, or why not? I only drink. I think cigarettes are glorified cancer sticks and find no desire to alter my mindset with drugs. I just don't get the appeal If your partner wanted to wait until marriage before having sex, would you stay in that relationship? No, I think sexual chemistry is vital to a relationship and I personally wouldn't be able to do that Do you believe in a god? No Early bird or night owl? Early What was the last song that was stuck in your head? losing my religion - REM Have you ever laughed uncontrollably when it was socially inappropriate? A terrible habit of mine What would you name your future daughter? My boyfriend likes the name Sade which I'm not to keen on. But I'm hoping for a boy and we've got that named picked out. Naturally, it's a secret :-) Are you any good at packing a suitcase? It's a talent of mine In your opinion, what’s the ideal age to start having children?: 28-32 Have you ever dated someone with an accent different than yours? Yes Documentaries: interesting or boring?: LOVE. exactly my television preference. Short, has a resolution at the end, informative & interesting What brand is your desktop or laptop?: Apple If you use Snapchat, have you ever had a screenshot taken of you?: yes, yesterday was the most recent What’s your favorite flavor of tea? It's a toss up between earl grey and English breakfast What’s your favorite fall drink? I'm a fan of seasonal beer What’re you going to be for Halloween? It's a while from now but an idea my boyfriend have tossed around is Paul Stanley and gene Simmons from KISS What’s your favorite color? pale pink Do you have a second mom? my boyfriends mother has very much so assumed that role. She calls me her daughter and we borrow each other's clothes. We live very close to his family (a few blocks) so when I'm sick she sends his dad over with soup she's made for me. So yes, I do Do you believe in ghosts, werewolves or vampires? just ghosts  If you could live forever, would you want to? possibly maybe Which fictional movie character most resembles who you are? Appearance wise maybe sleeping beauty - high facial features - long blonde hair - fair skin.  If you could choose the sex of your unborn child, would you want to? YES. M & I both want a boy but we both think we'll have a girl. So if I could, I would choose to have a boy  Would you rather live longer or be wealthy? wealthy, old age seems so unappealing Describe your most recent purchase: Hermes oran sandals for summer :-) What shoes did you wear today? Black jimmy choo booties for work Who was the last person to leave you a comment on Facebook? I haven't had a Facebook in years. It exists but it's deactivated What do you use to remove makeup? I use the Eve Lom cleanser which removes makeup Name some models you think are hot. Francisco Lachowski What’s the craziest thing you’ll ever do to your hair? I don't do anything to my hair. The craziest, if you would call this crazy, is cut it into a short bob when I was 17 Ever kissed anyone with a nipple piercing? No What about a lip piercing? No Nose piercing? Yes What did you last put on a piece of toast? I'm not a toast person What did you put in your last smoothie? Organic cocoa powder, fresh banana, frozen pineapple, coconut/almond milk blend What’s the most recent email in your inbox? An order of shipment on my most recent purchase What’s the last thing you Googled? FedEx tracking number Do you use Google or Bing? Google What’s something that makes you really paranoid? Hmm. I guess I can be a bit of a hypochondriac. I take my health very seriously - I freak out at just being sick with a cold Tea or coffee, pudding or yogurt and toast or biscuits? tea, pudding, & biscuits Do you wear more rings or necklaces? rings Have you ever been engaged? No, I'm only 24. I can't take anyone whose been engaged prior to the age of 25 seriously. Of all the people I've known who have gotten engaged, only one of them has actually married the person they got engaged too, and it's all still possible that will ensue in divorce. Pardon me for the rant, but it's just comedic to see on social media that person you knew from high school who was engaged at the age of 21 to be flaunting a new relationship. I would be mortified Do you have any tattoos on your arms? Tattoos are trashy How much are you willing to pay for a pair of sunglasses? a pretty penny - sunglasses are a investment What is the origin of your last name? Im a descendent of a prince of Poland from the 14th century - my last name is a slight variation of his What piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? I don't care for piercings. I'd rather none actually. It's not a deal breaker though What brand of hair dye do you prefer to use? I don't use hair dye LOL You must change your name to either Esther or Gertrude - which do you pick? I quite like the name Esther Bright red lipstick - yes or no? I rarely wear bright red lipstick. I prefer a nude gloss, very much so into natural, minimal 90's-esque makeup. But it's not a no Would you rather battle a shark or a lion…why? A shark because I believe I would have a greater chance at survival  Do you know any songs by Fall Out Boy? Yes because 13 year old Nicole loved them In your opinion, are leggings appropriate to wear as pants? No If your significant other proposed to you right here, right now, would you accept? That's a tough question to answer. Probably not, but he knows it's not the right time so this question isn't realistic How do you decide if you can trust someone or not? Over time after studying their actions and what they show me. My intuition, however, does play a part Do you think you’ve found the one you want to marry yet? I have, yes Do you think it’s rude when people speak slowly when talking to people that don’t know English well? If done in a patronizing manner  Did the last song you listened to hold any special meaning? Yes actually. M sent it to me and said it reminds him of me. Sure thing by Miguel is the song Would you ever travel by yourself? Yes Do you expect to be married in the next two years? That's plausible Deep fried Oreos & deep fried pickles - would you try either? I've tried both Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex. Smart & charming. Or smart & romantic.  Snow or sand? Soda or juice? Cake or cookies? Royalty or immortality? Sand, neither.. iced tea?, cookies, royalty  Which is more important to you: make-up or hair? hair! I always say this. You can have a full face of makeup but if you're hair looks like shit, forget it. You can walk out the door without an ounce of makeup but as long as your hair is done and your shoes are great, you can get away with anything. For an entire month would you rather have a unibrow or no eyebrows at all? unibrow Money doesn’t matter - choose a vacation destination. How tough. Maybe take an African safari  Pick a movie at least 5 years old that you absolutely love: drive Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? I couldn’t, no.  

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