#rafe cameron abi

[undercovercameron]

sous chef

summary: rafe let’s himself play the husband role with your little life in your trailer. oh, also, he loves you. (alternate summary: the first time rafe tells you he loves you)

notes: i had a lot of fun writing this, i just love a domesticated rafe cameron that isn’t insane about coke and isn’t a murderous psychopath…. there’s also alcohol and marijuana use in this! def sexual content and in a particular prayer position…. anyways this was cute and i often romanticize my life in this way too! enjoy pls

tags: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

word count: 2042

When Rafe steps down the rickety stairs and onto the soggy grass, the humidity smacks him in the face like a wall of pond-scented wet sponge.

“Fuck,” he curses, raising a hand to his brow, and squints in the late morning sunshine. A mosquito buzzes past his nose and he swats it away with a golden ringed hand. His head pounds like a drum. Damn your cocktail skills— you always find a way to get him fucked up despite his tolerance. It’s the Pogue in your genes.

That thought makes his head pound harder, but he knows he wouldn’t have it any other way. The only thing he likes in his family’s high-brow country club culture is the shit that comes with money. And with your limited experience in that, you’re a break from the bullshit.

He fumbles in his pocket, looking for his keys, but his fingers just land on empty gum wrappers and a lighter. He ascends the trailer steps in twos, wrenching the door open, and starts for the kitchen. There’s movement in your bedroom but he just grabs his keys and finds his way back outside into the muggy weather. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s rushing out to do— his plans aren’t until the afternoon.

He’s halfway to his Range Rover parked haphazardly next to your early 2000s Corolla when the front door’s hinges squeak and you call out to him.

“Needing this?” You hold up his wallet between two fingers, and he snorts. You step down onto the grass with bare feet. You’ve got a black lacy thing on top and a pair of half-buttoned jean shorts on the bottom.

“Take anything you aren’t supposed to?” He says, squelching over to your half-dressed form.

“Maybe. You know that’s my mom’s thing, not mine.” You roll your beautiful eyes.

“That right?” He says quietly, sliding his wallet into his pocket and taking your neck into the side of his hand. “Never know, with you.” His mouth meets yours for the first time that day, and you sigh. His hand smoothes down your waist and he tucks his fingers into your waistband, feeling the material of your panties. His favorite pair.

You stumble in the soft earth, feeling yourself being tugged closer, and your arms wind themselves around his shoulders. He’s hot and pulsing with feeling under your touch.

You taste like mint toothpaste and something like watermelon from last night. Every time he kisses you you taste like Sunday mornings and sunshine. But he finds the will to pull away with a hand on your collarbone.

“I’ll see you tonight.” His tilted face glints in the sunlight and his eyes are half lidded and relaxed. At peace.

“What’s tonight?” Your brows pull together, lips screwed up, and he lets go of you.

“I’m goin’ fishing with some buddies later today. I’ll bring you something I catch.” His blue eyes follow yours as you scan his face.

“Mmm.” You smooth a hand down his chest. “My own personal Hank Parker.”

He turns, sliding you off of him with both of your wrists in one hand, and backs towards his car with a chuckle on his lips.

“You’re weird.”

“You’re sexy.” Your gaze moves from the top of his head to his shoes. “Bye.”

“Mhm. Bye.”

His back turns to you and he grins foolishly to himself, depressing the unlock key on his fob. You’re going to ruin him someday.

Later that night, he approaches your door with a cooler, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and a limp in his step. He can’t escape a fishing trip without some sort of injury. He’s lucky if it’s minor. The lights are on in your trailer, and you had even lit the citronella candle on the tiny picnic table off to the side of the front door.

He knocks on the flimsy door on merit and upon no response, shoulders into your living room with a huff.

“Y/N?” He calls, nothing but the crickets chirping and some soul music coming from your radio making any noise in the small house. He sets his things down onto the counter and your lack of response starts to make him a little worried.

That nagging worry immediately disappears when he saunters into the small bathroom and sees you sitting on the toilet, feet propped up on the side of the tub, smoking a joint and painting your toenails.

“What’re you doing?” He asks for some reason, face splitting into a grin, and you pluck the half-smoked J from your lips and hand it to him. Smoke curls out of your mouth and into your nose, and he just chuckles as he takes a hit.

“Multitasking,” you say, eyes meeting him before going back to the task at hand.

“‘S what I love about you,” he murmurs, and leans down for a kiss. You grant him one without acknowledging the beat your heart skips. He barrels on, trying to make you forget his lingual mishap. “I’m going to clean the fish while you finish here and then we can cook, yeah?” He sucks the life out of the joint and hands it back. You push it between your lips and nod, swiping a final time at the pinky toenail of your left foot. Five down, five to go.

“Sounds good, baby,” you mutter through your focus. He turns and you smack his ass as he leaves, relishing in the jump and curse word he grants you in response. You smile around the filter in your lips.

Finishing your nails takes so long that Rafe already has the fish in the pan and half of his drink drained by the time you appear from the bathroom with freshly-purple toenails and the lingering cocktail of marijuana and acetone in your hair.

“What’re our sides, Chef Rafe?” You ask, having a sip of his bourbon. You cringe and make a disgusted noise at his favorite alcohol.

“I heard you—this brand is good, snob. And there are potatoes in the oven.” His broad back is to you as he pokes at the fish in the pan, the smell of hot oil and cooking meat lingering in the air. He even opened the window above the sink and lit that candle you like.

“Sounds perfect,” you murmur, sidling up behind him, and curl your arms around his waist. The worn surf shop shirt he has on is smooth to the touch, and his skin is even smoother when you push the hem up to get your hands on him. “You look so sexy cooking for me.”

“Yeah?” He sets down the spatula and reaches for the cajun spices next to the stove. “How sexy?”

“Really sexy.” Your fingertips toy with the waistband of his jeans, and a colony of goosebumps prickle the skin of his forearms. He nearly shivers when you press your palm flat to the muscle above his pelvis and slide past his belt. He seasons the fish a little more with a shaky hand.

His eyes fix on a single crooked tile in the faux backsplash when you creep your hand down into his boxers, and your mouth presses to his back when he hangs his head. Your fingers smooth down the length of his dick, skilled and familiar, and his mouth drops open.

His heart starts to beat quicker when you pull his zipper down and unbutton his fly in one fell swoop, hot face pressed to the thin material of his shirt. He can feel your grin through it. Your thumb swipes across the tip and he sucks in a breath and grabs at your wrist. He starts to let you go when you kiss at his shoulder blade and curl your hand around the shaft and start to move.

“You have a good day today?” You murmur, bringing your hand back to your mouth to spit into your palm before getting back to it. He looks to the side, silently cursing, and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Mhm.” His word breaks into a groan and you relish in the sound. He’s so good at pleasing you and getting you loud, it’s nice to just hear him for once. His fingers grip the edge of the stove so hard his knuckles pale.

“You smell so good.” You squeeze a hand at his waist, another one working hard in his boxers, and he chokes on one of the rawest moans he’s ever expressed. Your grin widens. “So good, baby,” you kiss through.

“F-fucking—…” He exhales heavily and his hips jerk at the increasing sensitivity. “You’re too good at this.”

“Not possible,” you say, and peek over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his face. His ears are a bright pink, same as his lips, and his face is screwed up in something akin to bliss. You love it.

Your fingers slow for a moment, letting him catch a breath. He pants a little bit but licks his lips, eyes blinking open and looking surprisingly dark. You move his shirt aside with your other than and creep your fingers up his abdomen, stopping briefly at his abs before lowering back to hold onto the anchor of his stomach. You press a kiss to his bicep before your hand speeds up again, fingers a little tighter.

“So sexy,” you compliment smoothly, your smirk evident. “Needy.”

“Stop,” he breathes, eyes closed once again and biting at his lip. “You know that’s my line.”

Your thumb slips over his tip once, twice, then three times. He nearly chokes on a groan.

“It’s true.” A bite to his upper back. “So fucking sensitive to me you’d think we’re virgins, huh?”

His head rolls on his neck, internally cursing, and he grabs again at your wrist as you move quicker.

“Y/N,” he starts to chant, squeezing his eyes.

Swiftly dropping onto your knees diagonal to him, you grab at his right arm and pull him around to you. His side crashes against the stove with the force but he just pants and grabs at your hair to pull you closer to his dick.

You push him into your mouth with one hand on his hip and the other curled around the back of his thigh. He lets out the most wrecked sound when you push him all the way to the back of your throat. You suck, hard, and watch as his head tips back and his mouth open in an O.

“Fuck,” he shudders when your tongue swirls around him. “Shit.”

You go high on your knees, grabbing at the base of his dick, and push it further. His hips stutter and his fingernails dig into your scalp, but you dismiss it when he goes nearly silent.

“Please,” you mutter, mouth full, and that’s what sends him barreling over the edge.

“Fuck!” He forces out between his teeth, and it immediately turns into a gasp. “Y/N.”

You just ‘mhm’ and open your mouth so he can see. He release his grip on your hair and pets down the side of your head, panting with his eyes locked on yours. You leave him with one final suck that makes him shiver and then pull back. You get to your feet, happy with yourself, and seal him with a kiss. He grunts into your mouth but reciprocates.

“I think the fish might be burning, honey,” you comment, peeking over at the stove, and he just closes his eyes and shakes his head.

��I fucking love you.” He grins, not quite catching his breath.

You don’t necessarily freeze, but you stay silent. You take a moment to just look at him, watching the way his eyes fall open and the corners of his mouth turn down as his grin falters.

“I love you, too,” is all you say, eyes twinkling, and then you open the fridge and turn away from him. “We don’t have any cranberry juice.”

You’re simply looking for the ingredients to your preferred drink, but a bashful blush finds its way onto your cheeks.

His heart and lungs start working again and he turns back to the stove, taking hold of the spatula.

“Looks like you’re going to have to use orange juice,” he says through his smile.

[winterrrnight]

HI BAE!!!!!!! CONGRATS ON 600!!! 🙌🏼💓💓

go on without me - 16 + 21 with rafe🤭🤭🤭🤭

ahh thank you so much sweet abi!! I'm so sorry it took me so long, I just wasn't feeling satisfied with what I was writing :( I hope you like reading this! but please feel free to not read this if you aren't comfortable w the warnings given :)

protective

PAIRING: toxic!dark!rafe cameron x gn! musician!reader

SUMMARY: rafe doesn’t like another man touching you, not even as much as talking to you or looking at you.

WARNINGS: dark content! minimal swearing, established relationship, slight use of nicknames like babe, jealousy, over protective & possessive rafe, canon!rafe, toxic!rafe, threats to kill, allusions to anxiety and being scared, and kinda shitty writing (??) (please please let me know if something should be added!!!!)

EDITH SPEAKS: this is very, very new for me. this is my third attempt at this fic, the first two just didn’t turn out how I wanted, and the best approach just felt like dark!rafe. this is me basically exploring my writing and trying out new things and testing myself, so if it’s not as good as the rest of stuff you may have read, I’m really sorry, I’m a beginner 😭😭

please please heed the warnings, and it may not be as dark as some other stuff on here, it felt pretty dark while writing, and if at any moment you feel this isn’t for you please feel free to click off.

moreover, if I am being honest here, you might have read a lot of rafe fics based on this idea/prompt. so please don't think I copied someone off for this, this is completely my own creation.

and if you liked this, please please share your feedback with me, and reblog it to support my content <3

PROMPTS REQUESTED: “Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” “No we don’t – oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.” & “You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!”

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Everyone around you cheers out loud, glasses of champagne raised in the air as huge grins form on everyone’s faces. Your new single – after a break of over three years came out today, and you have already received an overwhelming amount of support. You’re in your studio, celebrating with your team and your amazing boyfriend.

“Congratulations babe,” Rafe smiles as he hugs you tight, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You grin at him, hugging him back even tighter as you mumble a ‘thank you’.

You all celebrate for some more time, drinking fancy champagne, eating food, and taking pictures to savor the moment.

You, Rafe, and Jim, your producer, are just talking at the side when you hear your name being called. You turn to see it’s Saylor, who is one of the interns at the record label you are signed with. Your single was the first project he worked on.

“Yeah?” You ask, smiling as you approach him.

“Congratulations on the release,” he smiles, and gives you a small hug. You gladly hug him back, a grin on your face.

“Thank you Saylor,” you smile. “You were absolutely great for your first project,” you say. “I was actually asking Jim if you’d like to continue working for the upcoming singles too,”

Saylor’s lips are pulled in a huge grin as his eyes light up. “You’re serious right now?”

You chuckle as you nod your head. “Yes, of course! I would love for you to be able to gain as much experience as you can,”

Saylor absolutely can’t contain his excitement as he pulls you in for another hug. You are caught off guard but gladly hug back, chuckling a little as you do so.

“Thank you so much,” he smiles. “Seriously, it means a lot to me,” he says, a certain spark in his eyes.

“Of course, a talent like yours shouldn’t go to waste,” you say.

His smile doesn’t falter as he speaks again. “Can I get a picture with you, if that’s not an issue?”

“Oh of course not!” You say, turning to look at Rafe. “Rafe?” You call out.

He breaks from the conversation he was having with Jim and walks up to you. “Yeah babe?” Saylor passes him his phone and asks him to take a picture of you two.

Saylor stands next to you as his arm wraps around your waist, maybe a little too tighter than it should be but you don’t really say anything. However, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe, and he takes a sharp inhale when he sees Saylor’s side pressing more against you, as your arm rests around his shoulder.

Rafe tends to be… possessive, and you’ve always known that. Even when you both weren’t together, he wasn’t the biggest fan of how others would usually hit on you at parties, and would feel enraged when they wouldn’t let you go after you would politely ask to leave you alone.

But that possessiveness only increased when you both got together, when you officially became his girl. There’s nothing you can do about it, because that’s how Rafe is.

You can see the expression on Rafe’s face; the subtle ticking of his jaw, the acute twitching of his eye – you’ve known him long enough to identify his facial expressions just the second they appear. You are quick to remove your arm from Saylor’s shoulder, your arm now resting on your side, but Saylor doesn’t seem to catch on that; instead his grip on your waist tightens a bit, because he most probably wants you to wrap your arm around his shoulders again.

Nevertheless, Rafe takes the picture, and hands Saylor’s phone back. Saylor takes a few seconds before he lets go of you, which only happened because you gently removed yourself from his grip. You quickly appear at Rafe’s side and intertwine your hands, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Thank you for the picture,” Saylor smiles as he looks at the phone screen. All you say is ‘welcome’ with a small smile, and Rafe pulls you to a different part of the studio.

As the small party carries on, Saylor makes subtle moves – or moves which he thinks are subtle, but aren’t missed by Rafe at all. It’s Rafe’s last straw when Saylor gently grips your waist to move past you, saying a ‘sorry’ as he walks by. At that very moment, you decide it’s best if you talk to Saylor about it yourself, tell him that you know what he’s doing, and you clearly have a boyfriend. But before you can do that, Rafe’s arm wraps quickly around your waist, and his grip is tight.

Jim says something about going to a nice nearby restaurant for dinner, but Rafe cuts him off. “Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” He says firmly. You look at him with a slightly confused expression, thinking if you both do have any other appointments today or not, but your mind is blank.

“No we don’t –,” you say, but Rafe snaps his head at you, his jaw muscles tense, and your eyes slightly widen at the sight as you catch up in the fraction of a second. “Oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.”

Rafe leads you out of the studio, and you barely save your half full glass of champagne from falling off the table you’re trying to keep it at as he ushers you out. He opens the door of his truck for you and as you sit down, he slams it a little too harshly than usual. He walks around the truck and sits down next to you, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he starts to drive.

You take a deep breath as you lean back in the chair. This is not the first time this is happening, and you know it’s certainly not the last. You aren’t scared because you already know how this entire situation plays out. He will raise his voice at you, say stuff like how you’re his and only his, how he absolutely hates other guys looking at you a certain way because he just can’t bear the sight, and how he gives you the best treatment you can get.

You’re just silently listening to the soft music from the radio as you look out the window. You steal a glance at Rafe and see his jaw is still tightened, his grip tight on the wheel.

“Relax your jaw Rafe,” you say plainly, turning to look back out the window. You hear him take a sharp breath.

“I did not like how he was looking at you and holding you,” he utters.

You just roll your eyes at him, as if you knew that’s exactly what he was going to say. “It was just a picture Rafe, you don’t have to be so protective about that,” you say.

Rafe snaps his head towards you, but quickly turns back to look at the road. “Just a picture?” He echoes. “So you’re telling me you loved the way he was holding your waist hm?”

“Oh god when did I say that!” You retort. “And besides, did you not see? I literally removed my hand off his shoulders the instant you saw it, and moved away from him the moment you took the picture. There’s no need for you to get so worked up!”

You can see Rafe’s chest heaving as he takes rapid breaths, his jaw ticking as you can literally see a thunderstorm brewing up in him.

“You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!” You say exasperatedly. “You shouldn’t have been upset in the first place because there’s literally nothing to be upset about!”

Just the second those words leave your mouth, he bellows your name causing you to shut up right that moment. “Shut up!” He yells, smacking his palm against the steering wheel once. You feel the truck speed up, his foot pressing harder against the accelerator. You glance at the speedometer and see the needle pointing to larger numbers more and more with each passing second.

“Rafe-” you mumble out but you are cut off the very next instant.

“You just refuse to see it huh?” He hissed. “You refuse to see how I am the best for you. How I can, how I do treat you better than anyone else,” he goes on, and he uses his free hand to gesture around in the air.

“Get this in your head okay?” He speaks, his voice now eerily low as he gestures to his head, tapping his fingertips at his temple. “I never, ever want you as much as looking at someone else, you got that?”

You can feel the truck speeding up more. Your hands are clutching the sides of your seat, as your nails dig into the leather. Your lips are parted as you let out shaky breaths, your eyes wide and shiny with the layer of tears that have formed over them.

You thought you had seen the worst. Which was him arguing with you and telling you he’s the best for you. But right now, when his foot only seems to be pressing more and more against the gas pedal, your back pushed back against the seat due to the fast speed of the truck, you realize there’s a hidden side to Rafe you’ve never seen before.

“Rafe I-”

“Say it!” He yells, cutting you off swiftly. “Say it, that you won’t even look at anyone else!”

“Rafe please-” you mumble out, squeezing your eyes shut as hot tears flow down your face, leaving a sticky trail as they go down.

“Say it before I crash this truck in a fucking tree!”

His breathing is heavy, his eyes are wide, and you can’t recognise him anymore. His eyes are an icy blue instead of the usual dark blue you get lost in so easily, and that’s the moment you realize Rafe will never ever let you exercise any control over him. Ever.

“I-” you hiccup, “I won’t look at anyone else, okay?” You gasp, gulping down the lump in your throat as the tears keep on streaming down.

When you don’t feel Rafe slow down the truck, the seatbelt starting to dig into your neck harshly and your grip on the seat gets harder, your breathing gets more erratic as you try to gather more air to speak up again.

“Rafe, baby, please please slow down I…” you whisper, looking at him desperately.

You expect him to lash out, but he doesn’t, and the truck starts to slow down, coming at a normal pace. You move a shaky hand to your face, running your fingers across your skin to wipe off your tears, but your breath keeps on coming out in short gasps, and you feel yourself tremble a little; your heart loud in your chest.

The truck slows down more and more, and you see Rafe has parked it at the side of the road. The truck comes to a full stop, and you turn to look at Rafe through your still slightly blurry vision, your eyes now red, and panic being the only feeling clouding your mind.

Rafe rests his forehead against the steering wheel, taking in a deep breath. His grip on the wheel loosens a bit, the knuckles not so white anymore as their color flushes back. He lifts his head from the wheel and turns to look back at you, his eyes now not so icy, but still not the comforting warm blue you’ve always loved and adored.

A smile tugs on his lips, and it’s not the kind which always warms you up the moment you look at it, but it’s… sinister. It’s a smile you’ve never seen before. It’s the kind of smile that shows that he is enjoying seeing you this way. Seeing you so weak under his control.

He moves his hands to your face, brushing any loose strands off your slightly sticky face and gently running his fingers across your cheeks.

“Now baby,” he says softly, but the softness doesn’t comfort you – no. It scares you even more. “You made that a little too hard didn’t you, hm? Next time when I ask you to do something, just do it, okay? Don’t have time to wait, or- or to see how you react m’kay? Just… agree to what I say. It’s not as hard as you may think,”

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, but at that moment, all you want to do is to scrunch up into a ball and be far, far away from him and his cold, unknown touch.

Your breathing fastens up, but all you can do is stare at him with wide eyes, wondering where did that sweet, loving boyfriend of yours go and got replaced by this?

When he sees you aren’t arguing back, his menacing grin only widens, and he takes his hands off you, turning to start up the truck again and continue to drive – as if absolutely nothing happened.

A hand rests on your thigh, softly rubbing the skin through the material of your pants, but you’re too afraid to even slightly move under the touch. It’s cold, it sends shivers down your spine, and you don’t know who’s hand it is.

If only someone could stop and tell you that you had lost your ‘loving’ boyfriend forever.

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[yukiyaaisy]

Aku benci banget heroine labil begitu (makanya Heroine nya Lisa Kleypas itu The Best!)

Oke, jadi, cerita nya tadi pas liat pinterest, aku nemu buku baru gitu, yang judulnya a court of thorns and roses dan sekuelnya a court of mist and fury. Karena menganggap akhirnya nemu serial seru lain selain lisa kleypas wallflower series, travises series dan hathaway series (yang kemungkinan besar nambah satu series lagi nyambungin wallflower sama hathaway series), aku nyoba nyari tuh bukunya, dan ketemu. Kejadian serupa juga sama ke pas aku nemu buku fangirl -> gara gara nemu ilustrator keren di tumblr yang sering bikin fanart nya eleanor & park, aku jadi kepo si penulis pernah nulis apa aja, dan inget entah pas jaman kapan aku pernah tertarik sama fangirl dan eleanor & park ini, cuman kuabaikan begitu saja.. oh, kayak buku p.s ya apalah itu judulnya. Ujung ujungnya aku cuman baru selesai fangirl doang. Yang eleanor & park aku dapet feeling mereka sad ending jadi agak males bacanya. Ah, balik lagi ke judul buku yang pertama disebutin. Oke, jadi topiknya menarik.. biasa, buku buku karangan amerika mah isinya dunia utopia kebanyakan.. dulu duluuuu waktu aku pernah ngomongin tentang gimana imajinasi orang2 barat yang kayaknya waw banget itu mungkin karena semiskin miskin mereka, sebenernya mereka masih lebih makmur dibanding sama kita kita yang di negara berkembang ini, kita orang indonesia udah terbiasa di “setting” tujuannya dari kecil ya cuman biar gedenya kaya, sukses, banyak duit. Nah, kalo yang di negara maju mah, kaya dan sukses udah, jadinya malah mikirin “gimana kalo dunia ancur?” dan segala topik doomsday, akhir dunia itu cuman tinggal ngitung beberapa hari, dan gimana nasib seluruh dunia bergantung kepada sekelompok orang aja (merunut pada kisah percy jackson soale, berhubung nyawa dia kayaknya banyak banget buat ngadepin akhir dunia yang hampir ada di semua buku --bahkan sepanjang serial hero of olympus itu cuman buat ngegambarin akhir dunia yang bener bener akhir dunia dan kayaknya udah gak ada cara lain lagi buat ngehindarin itu--). Eh, masih belum ngomongin bukunya juga yak.. wkwkwk Oke, dari first impression, baca dua halaman pertama, aku bingung.. tokoh akunya teh cowok apa cewek ya.. taoi pas ngeliat taglinendi cover sih kayaknya cewek. Dan ternyata emang cewek. Abis itu biasa, heroine ketemu hero, ngalamin kejadian diculik ala ala belle nya beauty & the beast dan nostradame. Trus skip skip konflik, sempet ada tuh satu cowok lain (yang digadang gadang skenarionya sih antagonis) yang si pengarang nya sempet disebut (lewat tokoh heroinenya) sebagai cowok paling ganteng disitu, dan karena dia pake item item.. otomatis aku juga nganggepnya langsung dia itu lee dong wook yang jadi malaikat maut di goblin. Taunya, konflik terakhirnya lumayan anti klimaks menurutku, udah mana tiba tiba si antagonis ini yang jadi disebutin mulu (ngeliat dari ukuran halamannya, sepertiga terakhir nyebut nama si cowok antagonis ini deh, hero nya kayak ngilang). Tambah lagi bab terakhirnya emang kayak konfliknya belum selesai gitu, entah kenapa aku bisa dapetin perasaan perasaan gak enak kalo si heroine nya bacit bacit aja tuh ngomong “i love you, i love you” sepanjang konflik utama di akhir dimana disitu juga dia interaksi nya lebih banyak sama si antagonis -_-, dan happy ending sih happy ending, tapi ngengantung nanggung gitu loh. Makanya aku langsung baca buku lanjutannya. Dan fiks aku makin gak suka sama heroinenya.. mungkin ini kali ya gak enaknya baca novel fantasy-romance, apapun bisa terjadi sih (yah, yang lain juga sih. Taoi kalo fantasy tuh , apalagi yang pake sihir kayak buku ini dan segala macem peraturan ribet, tambah ada sesuatu bernama “nasib” dan “takdir” yang emang biasa jadi pemanis di fantasy.. kayak, lo jadi hero karena terpilih, lo jadi begini karena nasibnya begitu, dan konflik selanjutnya udah bisa ditebak.. tokoh utama berusaha ngelawan nasibnya sendiri --kayak goblin noh--).. Jadi,, heroinenya labil. Aku udah gak suka ama katniss1 everdeen dari novel kedua pas dia ada bibit bibit galau mau milih gabe atau petra tapi gaya gayanya dia mau dua duanya, trus juga yang kayak dia teh digambarin kuat, menang hunger games, dan seterusnya, tapi kadang labil banget dengan bilang “lo semua gak bisa benerin gue, gue udah begini sekarang, emang lo bisa apa?”, makanya aku seneng banget waktu petra hilang ingatan di buku ketiga, karena heroine labil begitu emang harus digituin biar inget hero nya siapa. Trus juga aku gak suka sama bella di twilight, kesan di film nya apalagi tuh, kayak suka ama edward, taoi gak bisa lepas mata dari si cowok serigala (siapa itu namanya lupa). Lah, yang ini juga begitu.. pantesan dari awal aku gak dapet feeling kuat banget kalo hero nya si Tamlin, orang kemunculannya Ryhsand juga dramatis pisan (walaupun muncul nya di akhir sepertiga awal cerita). Masa, di buku kedua, ceritanya teh jodoh aslinya si ceweknya itu Rhysand, padahal di buku pertama, si ceweknya tuh udah kayak mengorbankan diri gitu buat Tamlin. Suka lucu emang. Authornya bingung mau bikin twist nya gimana lagi kali ya. Ih, jadi inget Kinanthi.. cerita nya juga begitu tuh.. tapi kalo di Kinanthi aku gak nganggep Kinanthi labil sih, orang dia jelas jelas emang berharapnya sama Ajuj kok (pandangan pemabaca yang terlalu suka happy ending). Ah, sama Nibiru juga tuh.. sejauh ini, kalo masalah plot twist, aku tetep paling suka sama Tasaro GK emang. Plot twist yang di Nibiru itu emang kece badai. Abis itu Tere-Liye sih, walaupun aku gak pernah baca bukunya lagi sekarang. Oh iya, balik lagi ke judul. Heroine labil itu ngeselin, kenapa? Ngeselin aja. Cukup sudah ada tokoh kayak Raku dan Kirito yang bingung mau milih cewek yang mana, buat cowok, susah milih itu emang kodrat kada dosen statistika aku. Nah, kalo cewek bingung milih mau sama cowok yang mana.. kan menyalahi kodrat..! Udah mana ngebaca bagian dia galau mau sama siapa itu rasanya nyebelin banget. Ngimpi banget sih, orang populasicewek jelas jelas udah lebih banyak dari cowok, mana mungkin cewek bisa dapetin dua cowok sekaligus. Yah, mungkin juga ini karena aku udah biasa baca Lisa Kleypas, yang bukunya kayak yang kubilang di atas, the wallflower ada 5 buku, hathaway ada 7 buku, travises ada 4 buku, dan semuanya itu jelas mana heroine mana hero. Trus karakter cewek ceweknya kece semua. Karakter cowoknya juga (sempurna karena cuman ada di novel, wkwkwk). Jadi pas baca buku fantasy yang emang suka pake plot twist agak keterlaluan buat rame rame in cerita, jadinya malah nge betein buat aku. Karena judulnya kuganti sebelum nulis ini, gakada salahnya lah cerita ttg karya karya nya Lisa Kleypas. Aku seneng banget dari semua serial dia yang kupunya, aku baca serial yang bener sebagai awal mula. Berlatarkan London 1841, ceritanya ttg sekelompok wallflower (orang orang cupu sih aku ngartiin nya, atau istilah yang kudapat di haka sih “tenggelem”) yang karena emang keanehannya gak dapet dapet jodoh jadi saling bekerja sama buat dapetin jodoh diantara sesama mereka tuh. Buku pertama nya Secrets of a Summer Night itu ttg Annabelle Peyton yang paling cantik di kelompok itu sama Simon Hunt. Buku kedua nya It Happened One Autumn itu ttg Lillian Bowman (heroine favorit di series ini) yang aslinya orang amerika jadi agak dianggap terlalu vulgar buat orang-orang Inggris, yang malah jadi sama Marcus Wetcliff (dia juga bisa dibilang hero favorit, pasangan ini termasuk keren soalnya kenapa bisa jadinya tuh). Buku ketiga nya itu Devil in Winter ttg Sebastian St. Vincent yang tadinya di buku kedua sempet nyulik Lillian, tapi malah dimintain tolong buat kawin lari sama Evangeline Jenner. Buku keempat itu ttg Daisy Bowman (adeknya Lillian) yang dijodohin sama ayahnya sama Matthew Swift. Kakak cowok nya Lillian dan Daisy muncul di buku tambahan nya gitu, Rafe Bowman yang akhirnya jadi sama Hannah Appleton. Kaitannya sama series selanjutnya yang menakjubkan tuh. Karena ngerasanya seneng banget ngebaca Westcliff, Hunt, St. Vincent, atau Lillian lagi di Hathaway series. Oke, bahkan dari awal sebenernya rumah Hathaway itu tetanggan sama Westcliff. Jadi ada keluarga Hathaway yang terdiri dari 1 kakak cowok yang barunaja dapet gelar tapi ngerasa gak mampu, trus ada 4 saudara ceweknya yang semuanya belum nikah karena karakternya semuanya unik unik (karena sebelumnya emang bukan keliaraga berada), tambah lagi mereka punya pembantu yang udah kayak anak angkat yang orang Roma (Gypsy gitu) yang bikin keluarga mereka makin dipandang aneh sama banyak orang. Buku pertama nya berlatar 1848 berjudul Mine till Midnight ttg Amelia Hathaway yang nyari kakaknya sampe ke klub Jenner yang tadinya punya Evi di seri sebelumnya, tapi udah diwarisin ke pembantunya yang juga orang Gypsy bernama Cam Rohan (aku juga suka banget sama karakter Cam, dia nyantai nyantai keren gitu soalnya, hehe). Buku kedua ttg Winnifred Hathaway yang sakit sakitan dan Kev Merippen si Gypsy yang tinggal bareng mereka dari kecil (taunya jadi keluarga) di Seduce Me at Sunrise, di buku ini dijelasin kalo aslinya… (*drum rolls*) si Cam sama Kev itu SAUDARAAN COY! Jadi mereka itu half Gypsy-half Irish gitu.. dan nama Inggris mereka itu Cameron dan Kevin Cole, dan Kev itu abangnya Cam btw, dan ternyata sebenernya ayah mereka itu punya gelar dan gelarnya bisa diturunin ke Kev, Happy ending deeeh.. Trus yang ketiga itu ttg si kedua bungsu nya Hathaway, si Poppy Hathaway sama mas mas yang punya Hotel Rutledge di London, si Harry Rutledge di Tempt Me at Twilight (bikin inget hotel king kalo semua hal yang berkaitan sama general manager nya Hotel mewah). Cerita dilanjutin sama Kakak cowok pertama mereka, Leo Hathaway, Lord Ramsay, yang punya hubungan kucing-anjing sama tutor manner nya Poppy dan Beatrix si bungsu yang namanya Catherine Marks, tapi ya pasti lah jadinya sama dia di Married by Morning.. wkwkwk (oh iya, disini juga ketahuan kalo si Cat itu sebenernya adek tirinya Harry!). Terakhir bisa dibilang cerita kesukaan aku karena karakter ceweknya terlalu out of the box dan dia keren banget, Beatrix Hathaway itu suka banget sama binatang dan binatang binatang juga suka sama dia. Berkat kakak iparnya Cam yang emang mendukung banget semua kegiatan yang bersangkutan sama “pelestarian alam” jadi rumah mereka istal kudanya udah bukan buat kuda lagi, tapi buat bermacam macam jenis hewan yang dipungut sama Beatrix dari mana mana, kebanyakan hewan nya juga yang udah gak sehat banget gitu, dan karena harus ngerawat banyak hewan ini, dia lebih sering pake celana daripada gaun kayak cewek lain. Konflik dimulai dari Beatrix yang ngebales surat dari cowok ganteng (ya iyalah) yang lagi ke perang atas nama temennya (karena temennya itungak terlalu suka baca surat dan balesin surat itu), dari sering bales balesan surat itu, si Beatrix malah suka sama cowoknya, yang pas balik dari perang, si Christopher Phelan udah dianggep pahlawan perangg tapi sebenernya punya trauma sebagaimana kebanyakan tentara ngalamin. Karena karakter ceweknya emang langka, aku menikmati banget ketakjuban Christopher ngeliat keluarga Hathaway (yang punya 2 orang Gypsy lagi) dan proses Christopher sadar kalo selama ini yang ngasih dia kekuatan lewat surat itu si Beatrix (pokoknya seru deh, seriusan. Apalagi si Beatrix udah punya banyak ponakan (Rye, Jado, Edward & Emmaline, sama Alex), dan aku suka banget sama penggambaran dia ttg manusia yang dia analogiin sama hewan. Cam: Fox, Amelia: Hen, Merippen: Horse, Win: Swan, Poppy: Rabbit, Harry: Cat, Catherine: Hedgehog, Leo: Lion, Beatrix: Ferret dan Christopher: Fox --jugaaa,, kayak Cam, hehe--). Pokoknya bukunya seru banget.. ini sambil nulis ini aku malh ngulang baca.. Dan ada gelagat gelagat, kalo cerita nya bakal dilanjutin ke serial selanjutnya, kemaren kemaren aku nemu The Ravenel yang cerita nya tentang ANAKNYA Evi dan Sebastian! Namanya Gabriel dan dia nurunin gelar ayahnya jadi lord St. Vincent. Aku jadi berharap semoga ntar ada cerita nya si Rye juga... atau yah, siapapun yang ada di keluarga nya Hathaway~~