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maybeheretonight · 9 months ago

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starting my last-minute young royals rewatch before s3 LET'S GO

choir scene my beloved

wille looks so small standing in the middle of the corridor :(((

i love how simon's first scene (other than the choir) starts with a close up of his middle finger keychain

poor sara but she's so perceptive

to THAT picture??? wille looks so miserable felice stand UP

girl...... your hand

felice skipping dinner

simon jumping in immediately so linda doesn't worry as much about sara's integration at school

why does alexander have to go knock on everyone's door do they not have alarms

why are we ranking crimes

the liberal bullshit at the classroom makes me so mad like i'm sure your parents struggle a lot henry

THANK YOU SIMON

wille really isn't used to people challenging the ideals he grew up being exposed to

THEIR FIRST PROPER INTERACTION IS SO PERFECT

hillerska is so pretty tho i kinda wanna study there

im gonna be honest the first time i watched ep 1 i thought salice was gonna happen

you can't convince me simon didn't say he had to go just to see if wille would follow

wille probably had the song stuck in his head ever since he heard it

his sigh while he says simon's singing was beautiful oh wille you never stood a chance

WHAT A GREAT ENDING TO A GREAT PILOT

ok ep 2 let's go

this tradition is so dumb "9 out of 10" stfu

the brief eye contact SNANDJ

hello cool wille

fredrika is like "i could fix him"

the bro tap NSNXJSJX simon was NOT expecting that

poor simon bless ayub and rosh but there's nothing wrong with wanting to leave the small city

august really thought wille was jerking off and STILL waltzed into the room and took his phone

simon still tries to be included and the others just ignore him

at least now wille is coming to the rescue

august did NOT think this psychologist visit through he's just used to getting everything his way

i really wanted to see how wille and simon got in the same table to study

wille was so sad that simon wasn't coming to practice lmaoo

oh felice that's not why he was smiling at you

fuck you august

so convincing wille you're doing great

why do you have to download an app to use the bus

wille was like i'm just like youuu you're just like meeee

like bby no

he's holding the hot dog so elegantly

ayub's little nudge gets me everytime

simon is so giddy i can't

way to start a conversation august

simon and his unspecified citrus fruit

ok but are the rest of the boys taking august seriously rn 😭😭😭

oh shit it's movie time already

wilmon seating next to each other once again

also stedrika cuddling the same way the straight couple next to them is

i always hold my breath during this scene

the way wille LOOKS at simon

simon is so scared he read this all wrong

but it just took him a bit longer to realize he wants it too

another rude ending

EPISODE 3

MUSIC ROOM SCENE

i need to know what simon was going to say

aw i love sara and felice together

the way wille LOOKS at simon pt 100

so much happened in just 10 minutes wtf this show's pacing is insane

why is august so involved in parents day

they were so happy looking forward to their weekend alone :((

smysan hasn't seen her daughter in months and one of the first things she asks her is wilhelm

"glances and stuff" me when i'm delusional

this mf did this on purpose

wille is so flustered stopp

the close up on the phone. ouch.

the way smysan immediately turned her head towards felice lmaooo

i mean it's very easy to misinterpret that wille ajnxjdj

this simon with s2e6 wille

boyfriends who beat up august together

felice wtf STAND UP

him ignoring the phone call......

why was wille the last one to know they shouldn't have let the news come out until after the whole family knew the royal family must have the power to do that

and why is he learning that THROUGH THE PHONE

episode 4 now

it's so cruel how the last thing erik said to wille was see you soon

the "broken" title card....

this show does transitions so well

he kinda looks like he did in ep 1 when he was left alone in the corridor

them sitting on opposite sides with all the empty space between them. simon facing him but wille facing forward. never even looking at simon.

malin my wife

simon always taking care of everyone

he looks so defeated poor bby but so done too

this scene 💀

not august putting felices hand back up i never noticed that

he's so insuferable godddd

"was it royal" LMFAOOO

i do love salice as friends sm

august you are RIDICULOUS "dump him" exactly

wille completely ignoring simon

sara's expression sends me ajjdjdjsjjx it's the right reaction to have

why do people with old money act like that "The Society" yall are silly

terrible terrible way of coping

how did he walk all the way to bjarstad

I REALLY LIKE YOU

and then they walked all the way back to hillerska that's crazy

can i just say i love it's wille that's going down on simon

...... well

why would he do that??? was he planning on saving it for blackmail material or smth or was it just for shits and giggles

alright episode 5

their golden morning 🥺

i like to think that simon forced wille to shower and brush his teeth for my own sanity

simon being the one being cared for for once :((

fish scene my BELOVED

girl solidarity we love to see it

i understand wille was just trying to talk to simon and wasn't gonna say he had to blame him for the drugs but the way he went about it was awful simon had every right to snap and walk away

many people say it's weird that august keeps watching the video but i think it's just bc he knows the power it holds and he can't quite believe it

this song makes me feel a little bit unwell, it's not even one of my favorite uses of music on the show but the song itself is so fucking GOOD

yes stand your ground felice

i recognize that wille is being so vulnerable here and that's not easy and simon can see that BUT come on if you had blamed simon it would've ruined his life it's not just a matter of you not wanting to loose him

the lyrics to samurai swords :(((

sara looks so beautiful

this is betrayal from simon too like he didn't even tell sara he had visited micke MULTIPLE TIMES

FUCK

they're fucked

oof. episode 6 now

i LOVE the way it starts

even the little kid knows who simon is

yeah kristina i don't think that's what wille needs to hear rn

im sorry but wanting sara to go back to marieberg is beyond cruel if the bullying she had to endure there was so bad she had to repeat a year

simon also did made a sacrifice going to hillerska for sara

ok that was quite insensitive sara

they're literally wearing the colors of the swedish flag.......

ohhh the beginning of sargust i don't necessarily ship them but i think they're so interesting

i love this scene sm i mean it's painful but it's so good omar and frida are so GOOD

i think even here simon doesn't quite believe wille will do it but he wants to believe it so bad

"what if i just want to be with him" STOP

but like. ofc he wasn't gonna say it was him he's just a kid and he is under so much pressure

but it's heartbreaking bc he told simon he would and now he just left him to deal with everything by himself

"i have chosen not to get involved in any emotional relationships" that's the worst part

that's why the other students are so shocked in s3 bc after this statement they didn't think simon and wille had anything serious

but like. wille really thought he could go back on his word and then simon would be ok w it and everything could stay the way it was

like simon said, he just expects everything to be on his terms

he probably got that from his mom

wille breaking his promise wasn't even strike 1 or 2 this has been pilling up and simon's been giving wille many chances and has always taken him back

i'm so glad he stood his ground

and he didn't pressure wille into coming out or anything everything he said was very reasonable

another great scene GOD edvin is so good

wille is completely alone

FALLING WE ARE FALLING NOW WORDS WRITTEN DOWN THEY ARE FALLING NOW

AND THE LIES THEY WILL HURT YOU NO MORE HUMAN KINDNESS DESERT YOU NO MORE

CITYS ON FIRE BUT ITS BEAUTIFUL CITYS ON FIRE WONT YOU BURN IT ALL

my favorite 4th wall break fr

REVOLUTIONNNNN

this episode is such a rollercoaster it might be my favorite from s1

#i have so much uni work due this week rip but i needed to watch it one more time 🙏#gonna watch s2 a bit later #lipa rambles

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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tingle (m)

summary; your super hot, super sexy tattoo artist manages to catch you off guard mid-session. at least his touch keeps the pain off your mind. pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook x tattooed!reader (f) genre/warnings; sexual tension, im tellin u being naked in front of your tattoo artist is something, pining, roleplay, soft dom!jk, descriptions of tattooing needles and the pain associated with it, rough language, man bun koo, really tender n slow lovin, mc has nice soft squishy boobies, heeavvyyy use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 1.3k a/n; we’ve unleashed tattoo artist!koo. it’s time. based on this hellpost that won’t leave my mind. first drabble for cami’s 7k share tyty

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When he touches your bare breast, he’s injecting more than just ink in your skin.

By any means, this isn’t your first rodeo. You’ve gotten tattoos before, in fact you remember how it took months for you to just let your mind kindly shut the fuck up so you could finally pick something out. You realized back then that there would never be a perfect placement or meaningful design that you had to cling to in order to get it done. Sometimes you have to do things simply because it feels right.

Yet lying down on the leather bed, petal-covered tits out and free to grab (and he does, for leverage) you feel like a tattoo newbie as he angles the needle into your skin.

Jungkook’s fast and quick, they say. It’s why you chose him for this particular piece, a blooming lily in three parts, from a bud to a bloom that starts from the bottom of your sternum to the tops of your breasts. You’ve heard stories about how the sternum is the most painful area to ink, but you’ve had this idea in mind for literal years and you still haven’t been able to shake it off. You remember how badly you wanted to kiss him after seeing how beautiful the design looked on his iPad, but for the sake of professionalism you simply nodded your head and said you loved it. You’re sure it’s highly inappropriate to lay one on your tattoo artist for just doing their job.

You wish you could see the ink as he’s working, but at the same time you’re excited to see the final project once it’s completely done. The only thing you can stare at is his face, dark brows furrowed in concentration as he scrutinizes every centimeter of his available space, making sure the shading is perfect as he goes in with his magnum. His eyes are bright and clear despite being in the shadows as he bends over your form, and the tips of his long hair wink against your vision as they pull out of his messy bun.

“This part’s gonna hurt the most,” Jungkook mumbles more to himself than you, seemingly in a trance as he lifts his needle from the finished bud. The half-bloom sits right at the middle, and when he presses his finger in the spot you try not to visibly wince. The bone’s right there and you’ve already shed a couple tears from the first half hour.

“I’ll try not to squirm,” you steel yourself, curling your toes as you prepare for the next round of needling.

“Oh don’t worry, if you squirm I’ll just pin you down.”

You could swear Jungkook’s squishes your breast a little firmer as he says that, but you chalk it up to him going back in and needing to move it around to touch up the inked bud. It’s not like he’ll fuck you on this table, the pain must be making you some kind of delusional if you’re fantasizing about your tattoo artist.

Five minutes later he nicks you in a particularly sensitive spot, and you wince. You can’t help but shift away, kicking your legs. He's by his words, and Jungkook’s hand unflinchingly clamps down on your breast, pushing you into the leather. From the corner of your eye, you see the way your skin bubbles between Jungkook’s inked fingers, the fat from your breast practically spilling over his knuckles.

Neither of you say anything as he switches needles, opting for a thinner one in order to start the illustration.

Once the sharp metal pricks your skin, you exhale. Your eyes open slightly to see a thin smile veiled onto Jungkook’s petal pink lips.

“Good girl,” it rolls off his tongue like honey and butter, and you have to clench your thighs and press every centimeter of your body to the table in order to not flip your shit.

It hurts, obviously. The needle goes straight to your heart, akin to the heat that pools between your thighs as you repeat his praise over and over in your head. You feel your bones vibrate in your chest as he goes in, but you want to do well for him so you force yourself to stay put.

You’re sure he means nothing by the nickname–or pet name in your dirty mind. Jungkook and all the other artists in Jamais Vu are known to be flirty when they want to. You’re sure he’s said that to dozens of other customers, considering his books are always full and his Instagram is filled with attractive men and women inked in the most intimate of areas.

“You say that to all your customers?” you finally pull the question from your throat, Jungkook taking a wet paper towel to rub away the excess ink. You fight your contented sighs as the cold fabric soothes your burn.

He hums, drifting away from your body to zoom in his perched iPad. “Only the cute ones,” he teases lightly, and you hold your breath for the rest of the appointment.

Jungkook’s slow and steady.

“Whoever did that tatt must be a freakin’ genius,” Jungkook says between pumps, tugging your right breast to the side to marvel at the finished work. The adhesive bandage gleams in the low light of your shared bedroom, due to the television displaying a muted version of My Hero Academia with all it’s vast explosions and super-powered rocket thrusters.

The only thrusting you’re concentrating on however, is the tender, thick drag of Jungkook’s cock slipping in and out of your wet folds.

“Y-yeah I guess,” you whimper when he swipes his thumb over the nipple, and his dips down to give your new flowers tiny, petal soft kisses, “the artist was trying to hit on me, though. I could’ve sworn he was trying to cop a feel during our session.”

“What a loser,” he chuckles at the running joke, his large hand dipping to the edge of your tummy. He links pinkies with yours along the way, and the both of you moan at the vision of where you couple between each other’s thighs. Thrust for thrust, his dick bulges and bloats your tummy in a way that has him gleaming with want. “Did you tell him you have a loving, far more talented boyfriend?”

“Ah, n-no,” it’s clearly the wrong answer, as Jungkook slips away from you and sits on his calves, thick golden thighs expanding tauntingly as he strokes his heady member right between your eyes.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he sighs, as if disappointed with your choices.

“I am a good girl,” you whine, “your good girl.”

“Then tell me what you’re really thinking.”

Your teasing, sexy boyfriend makes no moves to touch you, pretending to be wrapped up in his own pleasure. His mouth parts, jaw slackening as his eyes flutter shut when the motion starts to increase in pace.

“Mm, would’ve—would’ve let him fuck me on the tattoo bed if he asked,” you mentally beg for him to open your eyes and watch you, but you can’t wait. Your fingers travel across your stomach and down to sensitive bud, rubbing the slick pearl, “y-yes, really wanted him—no, I really wanted you to bend me over in front of everyone, Jungkook. P-please, I’m so good, l-let me cum–”

Your ministrations stop as soon as Jungkook’s hand covers your own. He never got particularly rough, but his grip is firm as he replaces your hand with his own. His eyes are blown wide, his hand sticky with your combined arousals.

“Stop moving,” he whispers in your ear, and you tamp the urge to cry when he pinches your clit, “or else I’m gonna have to pin you down again.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #btsghostie #kwritersworldnet #btswritingcafe #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #bts fic #bts smut #bts fluff #cami's 7k share

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corruptedconfessions · 4 years ago

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I am sliding in to request some yandere incubus Kirishima 👀. Maybe dubcon with a bit of a resistant darling who he coaxes and persuades into fucking him. Maybe uses incubus powers to have her be more willing and overstimulates her like crazy. Go as wild as you want, I don’t mind 👀

A full month and 5.3k words later...it is finished. From now on if anyone wants an example of my writing at its best (and most selfishly self indulgent) I shall send them this fic.

Warnings for this one: Dub con, drugging (kinda? magical drugging), some violence/blood mention, Delusional Yan Kiri at its finest.

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The house was still as he hovered outside of your window, peering inside carefully. You were normally asleep by this time…The redhead practically vibrated with excitement as he slipped his claws under your window, slowly pushing it up. He had broken the lock several months ago when he had first caught your scent, peering through your window and finding you in the midst of a wet dream, desperately rubbing your thighs together in your sleep as you gasped. You were just so tempting he couldn’t help himself from slipping inside and eating you up~

You had been so beautiful that night, arched out under the moonlight gasping and twitching around him. Every meal before you suddenly felt so lacking. He may have gotten a little…over excited and watched with guilt as you struggled to get through the next day, completely exhausted after how much he had fed off of you. Even despite the guilt he felt, he couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning towards you, the desire to take even more.

He had never felt the urge to eat the same meal twice before you. Yet he found himself returning to you night after night, every time hunger pains shot through him, whenever he felt his own magic and energy starting to fade yours was the first face that popped into his mind. He had tried to go to other food sources but they always felt…lacking. Bland and unseasoned, their noises and fluids did nothing to excite him the way yours did. He was left full and energized, fed to the brim after desperately taking and feeding on his new virgin meals, but it always left him antsy and unsatisfied, haunted by the memory of your scent, your taste, just you.

It had gotten to the point where he was…touching himself. Masturbating! At the thought of you! The shame was so deep he had wanted to rip off his wings and tail, ashamed that a high class Incubus like him would become so desperate over some random little human that he would lower himself to self pleasure was…horrifying to say the least.

He took a deep shuddering breath just at the memory of those dark times as he glided further into your room, letting your scent surround him as he purred softly. Your scent already had the stress from those memories melting away, leaving him feeling fuzzy and relaxed, as it should! His mate should calm him~

Mate…just the thought of the word had him warm and giddy inside. It had taken him weeks to realize what all the feelings he had meant, you smelling and tasting so good, he was left unable to feed properly. He almost felt ashamed that he had made you wait so long before he realized! Oh, he hoped you would forgive him! What was he thinking, of course, you would! The two of you were destined for each other of course!

Oh, it was so exciting! You would be only his to hold, his to touch! Your small, fragile mortal body would curl up against his, warm and soft against him, arching and nuzzling into his touches like a good little girl~ He would sweep you up into his arms, being praised as your manly hero as he takes you away from your pathetic human world! No one would be able to stop him or deny him of his claim.

He would kill them if they tried.

His hand was trembling slightly with excitement as he reached out towards your bed, pulling your blankets aside as he crawled into the bed, inhaling deeply as he let your scent wrap around him.

Oh…He was so giddy thinking of all the things he could do with you now! He had always dreamed of having his own little mate to call his~ Someone made to please him, to love him, to be with him. Every inch of you from your head all the way down to the tips of your toes was built to be perfect for him~ Would you feel the same about him? Already he ached for you, ached for your touch, as many Incubi did when they found their mates, but you were human. Still, he liked to think that you were just as drawn to him as he was to you.

He could already picture it, you looking up at him, teary eyed and sleepy, begging for him to crawl into your bed, wrap you up in his arms and wings and hold you so you could sleep. You would beg for him so prettily, whimpering that you can’t sleep without him. He would wrap you up tight in his arms, carry you to the bed and ravish you until you couldn’t stay awake anymore~ He gasped softly nuzzling your pillow, breathing in hard as he purred softly. How would he do it?

Maybe he’d bury himself between your thighs, lapping and sucking at your dripping cunt, drinking your juices and working you through orgasm after orgasm until you have no choice but to pass out from the pleasure. Or maybe he’d stuff you full of his cock, rocking slowly up into you, drinking up every noise of pleasure as he makes love to you; tenderly bringing you to completion as you stayed limp and submissive under him, falling asleep while still rolling in the pleasure he gave you.

You would be so good for him wouldn’t you? Let him take you over and over, let him please you and bring you to the heights of pleasure. You would never touch another ever again…too desperate and needy for him, so perfect for…

He moaned low and deep, his hand dragging over his dick that was straining hard against his loose fitting pants. Every nerve in his body felt on edge, even just the brushing of fabric against his skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Fuck…He needed you so bad.

He couldn’t stop the small unmanly whimper that came from him as he tugged his pants down just enough for his member to pop out, the cold air hitting it leaving him shuttering hard. His teeth ached, begging to sink into your sensitive skin, to claim you, mark you up as his. He had never felt like this felt so…desperate.

It was addicting.

You did this to him…made him feel. Something he had always chased, desperate for the escape from the apathy that came with his cursed existence, doomed to forever chase the hunger and high of feeding off the pleasure of those who could feel. Yet here you were giving it to him freely. It was so addicting, to have all these feelings, towards you!!

He could never go back to the way it was before. He wouldn’t let it go back. He would kill anyone who tried to take you away from him, who tried to take this away…

He groaned, his entire body trembling all the way down to the tip of his tail as he slowly wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping it in his clawed hand. He could already imagine stuffing you full, coating you inside and out with his cum, claiming you so good no one would ever even question who you belonged to.

Oh, he couldn’t wait any longer! He wanted so badly to be inside you, cock nestled between your walls, your cunt squeezing down around him as his mouth and hands dragged over your soft skin. Already he could picture his claiming mark painted on your skin…

Something was nagging at him, an itch deep in the back of his brain as he swiped his thumb over his cock, huffing your scent as he pressed his face deeper into your pillow. He was missing something but he was too drunk on your scent, too focused on the build to his release to pay attention to the alarm bells blaring in his brain.

At least until he heard the bedroom door creak open followed by a frightened shriek.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?!”

He panicked, flailing as he spun around and sat up at the same time, staring at you wide eyed. Fuck! He had gotten so caught up in his fantasy he hadn’t even realized you weren’t in the bed, which meant you clearly weren’t asleep.

“I-I um, oh man I didn’t mean for you to meet me like this…”

You stared at him in confusion, eyes slowly dragging down until they locked onto his member, hard and leaking against his stomach. Your face immediately flushed hot, a startled squeak coming from you. Despite his panic as he tumbled out of your bed, clawed feet hitting your floor with loud clicks that just seemed to frighten you even more. He couldn't help the curl of amusement that swirled in his gut over the fact that you had immediately averted your eyes. Humans were always such silly things, so shy about sex and bits. Incubi were much more…open. Something you were going to have to get used to since he had no plans on hiding his dick away from his mate. Hell, the only reason he wore pants is because he thought they looked hella manly and cool! Like those famous actors from human movies! But now that he had a mate, he couldn’t imagine having something stopping him from just immediately taking you whenever and wherever he wanted, even if it was only for a second.

“Don’t be mad! I know im a bit late but I promise I’ll make it up to you~”

He calmed himself, grinning at you as he held his arms out as if asking for a hug as he advanced on you. You found yourself stumbling back as you stared at him in horror. He looked like something straight out of a horror movie, skin dark and reddened like blood, blackened horns jutting out and twisting around his head grotesquely, with every move the skin stretched over them almost seemed to pulse slightly as his slitted eyes roamed your body with a shamelessly large grin. Disgust and fear curled in your stomach as jagged sharp teeth were revealed to you, tapering off into sharp points just like the claws that spurted from his hands and feet. You could see a tail sway behind him, brushing the bottoms of large stretched out wings that were already curling towards you, stretching out as you stumbled back.

What…was he? For the briefest of moments you had thought it was the man from your dreams, warm and handsome as he fucked you, stuffed you full and left you shaking and crying for more. Every night you dreamt of him you woke up feeling sore but sated, your entire body aching but feeling so warm, the flashes of red hair and a bright smile still behind your eyelids. Warm moans and sweet praises still echoing faintly in your ears. This…thing in front of you was far from him.

“Stay the fuck away from me!”

You spun around, grabbing the door frame as you tensed, trying to run. Run where though? To the phone? Out the door? Should you scream for help? Who would believe you if you told them this this…demon was in your house, jerking off in your bed?

You had just barely made it out the door, feet sliding across the wood floor and nearly tripping you up when he moved too. In a flash he was through the door, behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor. You hadn’t even seen him move from his spot standing next to your bed.

“Let go of me! You sick fuck! Pervert! Help!”

You screamed kicking and flailing in his arms as he easily held you up off the floor. You tried elbowing his head, biting, scratching, hitting him in any way you could with your back pressed tightly against his chest and strong arms restraining you by your waist. He just laughed brightly as you hit him, any strikes just bouncing off his hard skin as he turned around to walk you back to your room.

“Feisty! I like that!”

Rage filled your chest when he laughed at your attempts to free yourself. He was left unaffected while you were left throbbing in pain, every hit feeling like you were trying to punch a boulder. It was hopeless attacking him, it was clear he was stronger than you. So you did the only thing you could think to do.

You grabbed onto the door frame as he walked through, clutching it hard enough it hurt, refusing to let go even when he tugged you lightly. The bright grin that had been plastered on his face faded slightly, and you took that victory and clung to it, clutching the door frame tighter.

”Come on, don’t be like that. I know you want to play hard to get but I don’t want to hurt you. Look, you’re hurting yourself. Let go.”

You clung tighter, ignoring the rough wood digging into your palms hard enough that you were sure you would have slivers and cuts when you did let go. You didn’t care.

“Hard to get?! I'm not playing anything! Let go of me!”

You twisted trying to kick him again, lips curling into a snarl as he sighed at you. He shifted you in his hold, one arm unwinding from your waist just to hook under your thighs as he stepped closer, holding you firmer against his chest.

“You’re just nervous~ Don’t worry, Im sure any mortal would be, you probably don’t understand it completely yet, do you?~ I’ll help you relax~”

Understand what? Did the man have some sort of delusional fantasy about you? Anxiety filled you as you squirmed in the new grip as best as you could, trying to shove him away without letting go of your deathgrip on your door. You opened your mouth to snap at him, argue even more, kick and scream, anything so he would let go of you when a sweet scent started pouring off of the beast. You were breathing hard, both from the yelling and fighting, you got a large lungful of the smell before you could even register it was there.

The effects were immediate. Your head spun hard, hard enough you had to squeeze your eyes closed to stop the way the room suddenly spun hard, your entire body instantly falling limp in his arms.

“There you go~ Much better…”

You forced your eyes open again once everything stopped spinning so hard, staring up at the demon holding you with wide confused eyes. What did he do to you? He had shifted you so he was cradling you bridal style, you reached up to push at his chest, to push him away. You tried at least, your movements were slow, your body feeling weak. You pressed your hands against his chest, but you couldn’t find the strength to shove at him, to resist the jolts of pleasure that shocked you when you touched him.

“Easy there~ You might rile me up even more.”

You felt your face grow hot as he grinned down at you, ripping your hands away from his chest through pure will alone. Your cheeks burned even hotter when he chuckled down at you, sitting down on your bed and turning to settle you down in his lap.

You shook hard as he wound his tail around your waist, tugging you until you were in a position he liked, large hands pressing against your stomach and sliding down your thighs, exploring your body, your skin in a way that felt so familiar…like he had done it before. You felt painfully aware of how his chiseled chest felt pressed against your back, how in this position, with your legs spread wide to try and straddle his thick thighs you could feel his hard on brushing up against your panties. You could feel your tummy flip as your cunt twitched, clenching down on nothing with every brush against your clothed heat.

“Please don’t hurt me…”

You were panting hard, desperate panicked breaths just proving to intoxicate you further, the sweet scent pouring off of him twisting around your senses and filling your head up. Every breath you took drained more of your fight out of you, panic and fear slowly being replaced with something…warm. Something sweet. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away or thrash and fight like you were before. You felt disconnected from your body, willing it to move but you couldn’t manage more than the weak twitches of your fingertips and toes. You wanted to jump, pull away, do anything. Shamefully you noticed you were getting wet, soaking through your panties as your entire body tingled, arousal coiling tight in your gut.

“Oh, no, no, sweetie~ I’d never hurt you…Well, not unless you wanted me to.”

He grinned down at you, sharp and dangerous, his jagged teeth glinting under the moonlight that poured in from the open window.

You were panting hard, every weak gasp for air just proving to drunken you even further as you breathed in his scent, unable to stop yourself from slumping against his body. You trembled mewling weakly as his claws trailed down your skin, even just the soft scrape of his claws against your skin sending jolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You jolted against his chest when his fingers finally pressed flat against your abdomen, claws easily hooking under your panties, hand sliding in to cup your privates fully.

“Good girl~ So wet for me~”

You trembled in his arms, flushing bright red when his hand was quickly coated in your fluids, hyperaware of the feeling of it slowly dripping out of your throbbing sex. You were painfully focused on his touch as his middle finger dipped between your lips, rubbing at your clit and entrance all at once, smirking as you jolted hard, a loud startled moan bubbling from your chest before you could stop it. You shuttered in his arms, whimpering as you arched back against him as he kept moving, rubbing at you as a deep growl vibrated through his chest.

“That’s it~ Good girl~”

You gasped, keening softly as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, making sure to drag his finger across your clit the entire way. Immediately his hands hooked under your bare thighs, smearing your juices across your skin as he lifted you up.

“Let's get you out of these~”

He purred as he maneuvered you, easily holding you up with one hand as he dipped one clawed finger under the band of your panties, easily shredding through the fabric and tossing it to the side. You gasped whimpering as cold air finally hit your heated flesh. God...it felt like you were burning up. You could feel wetness dripping out of you, coating your thighs and dripping down onto his cock. You wanted to feel shame, fear, but your thoughts were too fuzzy, too consumed by the overwhelming lust that filled your entire body.

“Now you’re getting into it, such a good girl~ My good little mate...Fuck you’re so soaked for me~”

You shivered moaning softly at his deep voice in your ear as he picked you up yet again, moving you until you were face down on the bed, hips propped up so he could grind his swollen cock against your dripping cunt. You found yourself drooling into your mattress as you desperately tried to rock back against his cock with your limited mobility. Fuck...you just...needed. You whined high and loud, frustrated as he chuckled down at you, his claws brushing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he cooed down at you.

“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need...”

The sweet smell got even stronger as he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back, cock rubbing between his thighs as his hands moved up to cup your breasts. You found yourself melting into the touch, panting and mewling weakly as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, claws leaving shallow scratches across your skin. Even that felt good…

“Such a good mate! Look at you, so gorgeous...I could eat you forever, you know~”

He purred nipping at your ear as he drank up your sweet pleasured cries, rocking his hips between yours as he thrust blindly between your thighs. Low grunts and groans were panted out right in your ear as he rut against your pussy, blindly searching for your entrance.

“Gonna fill you up so good...fill you full of my seed. Make you mine!”

He growled his cock bumping against your hole, nudging against it before sliding past. Growling again he slowly pulled back, keeping his hands around your stomach as he lined himself up before thrusting into you. Claws pricked at your stomach, drawing small beads of blood as he forced you to take him all the way to the base in one thrust.

You cried out, trembling hard as you clamped down around his cock as he stuffed you full. Your brain was telling you it should hurt, you shouldn’t’ve been able to take him like that, but all you could think about was the waves of pleasure rolling through you as you moaned. It was like you were molded to his cock, made to take him, made to be filled like this. The overwhelming feeling of wholeness made your head spin as pleasure danced along your spine.

“You feel so good around me, baby~ I knew you were made to take me like this...that very first time your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock, I knew I loved you.”

He gushed eagerly, voice rough in your ear as he rambled between moans, rocking his hips inside of you. First time…? What did he mean by-

You didn’t have time to register that fully, let alone ask him. He pulled out, cock dragging against your walls as you twitched and clenched around him before immediately thrusting back in, leaving you arching back against his chest, crying out for him.

“You’re so tight~ It’s like you never want to let me go~ You must love me a whole lot, don’t you, baby?”

He growled happily in your ear as he started a rough and brutal pace, hips slapping against yours, the force of each thrust hard enough you found yourself jolting forward, only held in place by the iron grip he had around your stomach.

He fucked you like he was making a claim, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him with every thrust filling the room along with his grunts and growls and your desperate pleasured cries. All you could do was hold on, your hands balled into fists as you clung to the sheets below you as waves of pleasure rolled over you, unable to think of anything but Kirishima. Every breath you took was his scent, all you could feel was his cock thrusting deep inside of you, his chest pressed against yours, the way he was kissing and nipping at your jaw.

You didn’t even realize he had never told you his name, the very one you were whimpering.

“Look, baby~ I'm right here.”

You could feel the toothy grin against the back of your neck as a large hand pressed against your stomach, pushing hard enough you could feel every single thrust all the more. You sobbed in pleasure torn between grabbing his hand and ripping it away from your stomach and pushing it harder against it. Anything to keep the pleasure dancing behind your eyes.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, long enough that your throat felt raw, that your neck and shoulders ached with the bruises and marks he had left behind. Your nipples felt rubbed raw and sensitive. Everything blurred together, you were left limp and submissive in the demon’s arms, as he fucked you, snarling into the back of your neck. Compliments and praises were still raining down on you but they rolled off of you before you could even begin to process them. All you could think about was that heat coiling in your belly, you wanted to cum so badly. You whimpered desperately clenching down around him as you bucked your hips backwards, trembling hard when he snarled, thrusting his hips back inside you hard enough you actually found yourself sliding forward.

“Shit, I’m close, baby...Are you going to cum with me?”

His voice was warped, deep and gravely, sounding harsher, darker than before. It wasn’t a voice that any human could ever hope to have. Still you whined high in your throat, nodding desperately, anything! You just wanted to cum so bad! Every time you got close, teased with that release it danced away from you, denying you of it. Not this time.

You nearly sobbed in pleasure as he started thrusting harder, hips stuttering as his cock pulsed hard inside of you. It only took one...two...three thrusts before he was roaring, the sound loud enough it vibrated through your body, your ears ringing as he came. He kept thrusting as he spilled inside of you, cum spilling out your hole around his cock and flooding down your thighs. He kept thrusting hard inside of you until he grabbed your hips with both hands, yanking you back onto his cock as he thrust as deep as he could. You seized up, screaming as you came, vision whiting out as you spasmed around his cock, drool spilling down your chin as your eyes rolled back. Wave after wave flooded through you, leaving you shaking and sobbing through the pleasure, immediately falling limp like a marionette with its strings cut the second it started to fade. You could hear his and your heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent room, feel the cum dripping down your thighs and pooling around your knees.

He waited until you both had caught your breaths, still shaking and sweaty against each other's bodies before he suddenly lunged down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You screamed in agony as sharp fangs sunk into your skin, tearing through your flesh. The grip around you tightened as he held you still, slurping and lapping at the blood that flowed heavily from the wound.

You dropped to the mattress the second he pulled away, hanging limply in his hold as he slowly set you down. It felt like your very life had been sucked out of you, leaving you weak and confused, unable to navigate the maze of your own mind through the fog of pleasure and lust and now pain that had filled it. Black crept around the edges of your vision as everything started to blur together. Your eyes felt so heavy...

“Hey...None of that now. Not yet.”

You whined low in your throat as he grabbed your hair, making your neck arch back as you blearily blinked up at him, your shoulder throbbed hard, protesting the new position as it pulsed in pain, blood oozing out of the wound slowly. Your vision was reduced to shadows and movements, watching as the blurry outline of the demon sank his fangs into his own thumb, pulling away darker. The same dark blur that covered his fangs dripped slowly down his hand. He slowly lowered it to your lips, thumb slipping into your mouth. You tried to cringe back as a heavy metallic taste filled your mouth, but the hand entangled in your hair prevented you from moving an inch. Instinctively you swallowed down the fluid that flooded your mouth, cringing even more as it coated your throat uncomfortably and filled your senses. You cried out pitifully around his thumb even as you suckled on it, wanting to squirm away but unable to find the energy to do so.

“Shhh~ I know. You’re okay.”

His thumb slipped from your mouth, hand letting go of your hair, finally letting you fall limply to your mattress. Relief filled your body as you finally relaxed, aching from head to toe, faintly you could still feel your pussy throbbing with every beat of your heart. Your eyes slid closed, fully believing the hell that you had just been put through was over.

Of course you were wrong.

It started small, a soft tingling in your back, slight warmth that you ignored due to the overwhelming heat of the demon still draped over you. You could still feel his gaze boring into you, waiting. You ignored him, pressing your face harder against the mattress below you, determined to either stay there until he left or you suffocated.

At least until your back started burning. The subtle heat from before was gone, replaced with an inferno tearing apart your lower back, burning through your muscles and skin. Faintly you could hear agonized screaming somewhere far away, it took you a moment to realize that that was you screaming. You couldn’t focus on it, though, the pain leaving your mind floating as tears streamed down your face, chest heaving for air.

And then...his voice cut through it all. Deep and rumbling through your ear it was like a soothing balm across the flames that were eating you alive.

“Shh~ Just accept it, baby~ Don’t fight it. I know it hurts, just relax...It’ll be over soon~”

Your whimpers were muffled as he leaned back, claws dragging slowly across your lower back. You screamed again, agony shooting through you as he touched them, pain hitting your consciousness like a bus. You twisted in place as best you could, weakly trying to turn around to swat away at his touch, only to freeze at what you saw.

The demon's face was twisted into a menacing grin, eyes practically glowing with delight as his claws dragged down your back, pain rocking you to your core. All you could see was a vague black shape on your back, similar to the one that covered the demon’s arm. Everything was too blurry to make out the details, pain and darkness made the edges of your vision fuzzy.

“You’re finally all mine~”

His voice was soft, warm, filled with so much joy and happiness it didn’t fit him, it didn’t fit the situation you were in. Your ears were ringing, stomach clenching hard. You felt like you were going to throw up. The darkness that had been creeping along the edges of your vision started spreading.

The last thing you saw was pointed sharp teeth grinning down at you, tracing over your mark with a dark possessive glint to his eye.

You were finally all his.

#yandere #kirishima x reader #reader insert #fantasyau #incubus

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nakamoto-aesthetics · 4 years ago

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Varsity Jacket | j.jh

synopsis: your highschool boyfriend has a reputation of not showing affection in public nor sharing his clothes with other girls so why was he doing those things with you?

pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: highschool!au, sexual themes with some fluff on the side

warning: lots of touching “we’re touching each other, it’s all about interaction, we gotta be social” ~ mark lee

word count: 1.9k

Part 1 | Part 2

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once you walk in your see jaehyun standing up and looking towards where you were, he smiles once he sees you and waves you over to his table. you’re about to walk over when you see your friends at a different table. you sighed, you blew off your friends the previous days already and you were beginning to feel bad.

you raise one finger to jaehyun and he nods sitting down. you walk over to your table, they smile at you immediately.

“are you sitting with us today?” mira asked.

“cant. I’m really really sorry” you reply feeling bad.

“it’s fine,” she says smiling softly. “yes it’s okay to be with your boyfriend” seongyeon winks at you. you smile and nod walking away but you couldn’t help but feel upset.

“there you are” jaehyun smiles as he notices you, he stands up. he looked so good at that moment, your boyfriend was incredibly sexy. it drove you crazy, he drove you crazy; especially when he was shirtless. you loved licking his abs. you could feel all the individual packs with your tongue. you even left hickeys on them and that’s why there were always dark red/purple marks on his abs when he changed for basketball practice, this hadn’t gone unnoticed by his teammates either.

“you kept my jacket on” he smiles when your closer to him and you nod at him.

“yeah I did because it’s comfortable and warm” you hug him.

“good” he smiles sweetly. “I’ve been thinking about you since I last saw you” he digs his head into the crook of your neck. you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the top of his head. jae has always been clingy like this, he hugged and kissed you all the time.

“oh yeah? what were you thinking about?” you asked letting your hand travel down the sides of his torso and you slide your hands up his shirt feeling your way around his body.

“having you in my arms, smelling you, kissing you, and also touching your body” his hands explore your body freely, moving his hands up and down the grooves of your curves.

“how do you want to touch me,” you ask genuinely.

“I wanna explore every inch of your naked body,” he says in your ear making your breath hitch. his hands go down to your ass and he squeezes it tightly, you moan softly as he starts to kneed with his fingers and palms.

“are you guys gonna film a porno in front of us too?” johnny says directing all the guys’ attention to you both.

“I probably would just because I wouldn’t care” jaehyun turns his head to them and you do too. all their eyes meet yours for a reaction and that’s what you give them.

“you wouldn’t care but I would” you twist your face at him.

“well you heard her, we won’t be filming a porno in front of you guys” jaehyun stands up and takes his hands away from you, grabbing your hand and sitting down at the table.

“wow, jaehyun conforming to what a girl wants instead of just thinking about himself. that’s a rare sight” haechan says in a surprised voice. you wondered why that was. why did jaehyun treat you differently than past girls?

“this is not a girl, this is my girl,” he says looking at all of them. you caught that however, you needed to know now. why are you different?

“jae can I talk to you alone?” you whisper in his ear.

“sure princess. hey guys I’ll be right back” he stands up and grabs your hand.

“they’re gonna go fuck” and they all made noises. at least the boys didn’t seem to hate you at this moment. jaehyun chuckled and guided you out of the lunchroom and into what you both called your special place. it was a place up on the roof, it had all kinds of colorful flowers. it didn’t sound as magical as it was but it was a sight to see.

it was where you first came in contact with jaehyun. you knew him but he didn’t know you at the time, the more and more you and him saw each other, the more your crushes developed on each other. you guys were friends until finally, you confessed to him. it went well because here you guys were a year later, together in a relationship.

you both step onto the ground outside and he brings you over to the iconic spot.

“so what do you wanna talk about?” he sits down and pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him.

“I wanted to know why I'm different from other girls” his eyebrows furrow and you decide to explain further. “you’ve never given other girls your jacket but im wearing it and you don’t show affection in public but you showed a lot of PDA today” you wrap your arms around his neck and play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“it’s because... I could see a future with you,” you raise your eyebrows not expecting him to say something like that. “I mean your wifey material and they weren’t. you’re the longest relationship I’ve ever been in but that’s because I couldn’t see myself marrying them or being with them long term. don’t you see? I can see myself marrying you and having kids, having an actual family with you because that’s how much I love you” he says, the whole time you were biting your lip and looking into his eyes. how did you get so lucky?

you place your hands on either side of his face and immediately pull him in for a kiss as soon as he was done talking. he smiled against your lips and kissed you back, gripping your waist. you move your lips to his cheeks and down his neck.

“you're so fucking beautiful,” you say softly in his ear and kiss under it.

“I should be the one saying that to you” he chuckles and pulls your face back up to his, kissing your cheeks gently.

“no, you’ve loved on me all day. it’s my turn to love on you now” you move down to his neck and nip at it.

“i’ll let it slide for right now princess” he tilts his head so you have more space. you smile against his neck and plant hot open-mouthed kisses on his neck, sucking on his skin a bit until bright red marks formed.

“today I got an argument with a girl and it was about you,” you say against his neck.

“why?” he rubs your back.

“because she thought she could look at me any type of way so I gave it to her straight. she was delusional, she called you her man and everything like who says that shit when you know that guy is taken?” you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“what did I tell you beforehand? don’t get into petty arguments, this is what I didn’t want happening” he says softly and kisses your head.

“yeah but at the end of the day who's receiving all your love? who’s getting kisses and ass grabs? who’s fucking you and making you groan? me that’s who. baby your mine, all… mine” you turn his face to yours and plant small kisses on his lips until he pulls away.

“you can’t just say some shit like that and then kiss me like that. fuck that was so hot. I love it when your possessive” he slips his hands up your shirt and lets his hands roam your skin. “I want you so bad right now” he groans. you knew he was telling the truth because you could feel his hard-on right beneath you.

“nope let’s go I’m not taking care of your problem right now” you stand up and hold your hand out to him. he groans in annoyance and takes your hand.

“your mean” he pouts.

“suck it up buttercup” you lead him back into the school. the walk was fairly quiet, both of you were enjoying the presence of each other.

“hey, baby?” you say before you walk into the cafeteria, making you stop in your tracks.

“yeah, sweetheart?” he stops walking also and looks at you.

“I can see a future with you too, I can see us having our own house with our own little family,” you smile at the thought and then look into his eyes. “that’s what I see when I look into your eyes, jaehyun your eyes are full of life they’re so pretty,” you place your hand on his face and caress his cheek. “your so pretty” you whisper.

he doesn’t say anything and instead looks into your eyes too, you both were intoxicated by the other; neither of you moving a single muscle that was until the bell rung and people started pouring out the room.

jaehyun immediately grabs your hand and pulls you off to the side. he pushed you against the wall and stroked your bottom lip.

“did you mean what you said? every word?” he asks biting his lip softly and his tone lower than usual.

“yes I meant it all. jae I can see our kids running around the house with smiles on their face while me and you are cuddled up next to each other watching them.” you instantly smile. “our kids would cute as hell too” you chuckle.

“for your genes obviously. your drop dead gorgeous from head to toe” he looks you up and down. “and your all mine that’s the crazy part”

you shake your head. “you definitely carry the looks in the relationship and will carry the looks in our kids genes”

“stop that non sense and kiss me” he looks deep into your eyes, his fingers dancing on your waist.

you do as he said and grip his biceps pulling him closer. you move your lips against his at the perfect pace, the kiss was full of passion and love you could feel it. you really loved him no doubt about that, you didn’t care who watched or stared now because he was yours and you were his.

“jaehyun come on we have class” doyoung says, making you both pull away.

“I guess i’ll see you later baby” jaehyun pecks your lips multiple times before you push him away gently.

“jae your gonna be late go” you chuckle and he quickly pecks your lips again before walking away.

you bit your lip as you watched him walk away. damn he was all yours. how in the world did you get so lucky.

“y/n let’s go” seongyeon says, pulling you by your hand and with that you were off to your next class, with jaehyun on your mind.

a/n: that’s the end! i know that was a weird ending but i wasn’t sure how to end it nonetheless i happened you all enjoyed it!!

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#nakamoto yuta #nct doyoung #nct haechan #nct imagines #nct jaehyun #nct fluff #nct johnny #nct jungwoo #nct mark #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct taeyong #nct taeil

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bbrandy2002 · 5 years ago

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The Brothers Beaumont

Liam x MC, Maxwell Beaumont, Bertrand Beaumont, Drake Walker, Hana Lee, Olivia Nevrakis, Madeleine and OC.

Pixleberry owns all characters except OC.

Riley and Liam sat with their friends at a posh boutique in downtown Capitol City. Madeline had summoned them there to partake in wedding planning and preparations. With one month to go until the most anticipated wedding Cordonia had ever hosted, time was of the essence.

Madeline had put together a rather large binder, that she handed to the bride, the groom and the Ladies of the Court. She explained step by step, down to the nano second, what each was expected to do, where to be, whom to speak to, when to eat, use the restroom and maybe, breathe.

"You can give me a binder, but, youre delusional if you think I work on your time!" Olivia stated matter of factly, as she tossed the binder to the empty seat beside her. Madeline slowly picked the binder up, letting out a breathy sigh and held it to Olivia, raising both eye brows.

"Olivia, Madeline has worked very hard on preparations, let's do our best to be civil" Liam stated as he gave a desperate glare in her direction, with her ultimately yanking the binder from Madeline's held out hand. "That's what I thought", Madeline remarked with a gleeful grin before turning on her heels to sit before Liam and Riley.

Hana seeing the fury in Olivia's eyes over this, quickly, but, gently grabbed Olivia's arm as she reached for a stilletto, held in place to her thigh, under her skirt. " No, no" Hana exclaimed softly, before Olivia pulled her skirt back down with a small huff.

All the major decisions were made, Hana would be Maid of Honor, Drake the best man, Regina would preside over the ceremony and the ladies of the court were to lead the procession.

"Riley, the last thing is, who will walk you down the aisle?" Madeline asked. Riley's heart skipped a beat. She knew that question would come up at some point in her life, however, the escalating emotions that hit her like a tsunami, caused her breath to hitch slightly. She closed her eyes and clearly recalled a memory of her deceased father, dancing with her at a family friends wedding when she was 9....

...."Riles, your mother has been showing me up on the dance floor all night, come help your old dad out". Riley grimmaced and quickly scrunched up her nose, "this music is old, it doesnt even have words to it!". Michael couldnt help but chuckle at his very outspoken daughter. "Riley, music with no words are sung through your movements while you dance....besides, one day I'll walk you down the aisle and share a dance during your reception, I need to see what Im working with" he grinned with wink. Riley gave him a sideways glance and remarked "I'll dance with you, but, we will be dancing to N'Sync when I get married". "If you say so sweetheart". Michael took his daughters hand and guided her to the dance floor. "Okay Riley, put this hand on my shoulder and hold your other one in my hand like this......... perfect!".

Michael lead her through the box step, then the progressive steps, ending with the promenade. After several tries and do overs, Riley felt a little more confident and somewhat carefree. She looked up at her father, a gleam in her eyes, as she finally went a full set without a mistake. "I did it all the way through daddy!" "Yes you did, and you did it without words to the song". She smiled at her father and asked, "So do you think we're good enough to dance at my wedding someday? Michael leaned over and hugged his daughter replying, "oh you're definately ready, your quick step is a little... slow...but, we'll practice a lot before the big day to make it perfect."

Riley opened her eyes suddenly when she felt Liam's hand on her back. "Are you okay love" he asked with concern and empathy. Liam, having recently lost his own father, felt the sadness she was experiencing; his father was supposed to perform their wedding ceremony.

Before she could answer him, Bartie let out a soft moan that caught her attention. She looked across the room where Bertrand sat in a cushy chair, cradling his sleepy son in his arms. Maxwell, sitting on the arm of the chair, leaned over to rub Bartie's leg. Bertrand began to caress Bartie's scalp, in an attempt to ease the baby back into his peaceful slumber. Bertrand has two looks, the stern, serious look he had for most people, and, the kind, gentle look he reserved only for his son and his son's mother. In that moment, Riley was witnessing the latter.

She stood from the couch where she had been seated and turned toward the two men who were her brothers in every sense of the word. She walked over to them both and kneeled down with an adoring smile.

"Bertrand" she says softly as she places her hand on his forearm, "no one can drive me crazier than you, but, you've always pushed me to do better, to go above and beyond that which I didn't always think I was capable of, and to find meaning behind those things I thought were....well..a little mundane." Bertrand attempted a scowl as he recalled Riley's all day cutlery placement training, in which, she seemed completely uninterested in and at one point threatened to stab him with a cocktail fork.

Bertrand softened his face and spoke, "Lady Riley, I didnt always believe in you and I'll forever regret that. With that said, once I really opened my eyes to see you for the strong, capable woman you are, I have been nothing short of proud. You are more than an honorary Beaumont....You are a Beaumont."

Riley bit her top lip and closed her eyes; those word went straight to her heart. When she opened her glossy eyes, she looked up at Bertrand with a slight sob, "My brother, would you walk me down the aisle." Bertrand looked away from her for a moment, taking a hard swallow, before turning back to meet her adoring stare. He inhaled in a shaky breath, "It would be my greatest honor." Riley smiled at him, "thank you Bertrand."

Riley stood up from her kneeling position and moved in front of Maxwell. Maxwell had a hand over his eyes and looking the opposite direction. "Maxwell?" Riley asked inquisitively. He didn't acknowledge her. "Maxwell? she would ask again. "Too many feels Riley....just too many feels" he would say through his silent sniffles. "Hey, look at me please, I want to ask you to do something also." Maxwell continued to look the other way.

"Maxwell, I'm due for a sparring session with Mara in 20 minutes, if you make me late, I'd like to warn you I have two stillettos and a dagger on me, that I'm prepared to use" Olivia shouted as she stood up giving her signature raised eyebrow and crossed arms. Maxwell quickly sat up, almost at attention, "Okay, Okay, can't a man get emotional"? "Of course you can Maxwell" Riley exclaimed with a sympthetic tone, patting his back. As quick as his mood was somber, it suddenly changed to cheerful. "You wanted to ask me something, hit me with it!"

Riley grabbed both of Maxwell's hands and shared, "Maxwell, my father once told me he would practice dancing with me, so that when we danced our Father-Daughter dance at my wedding, it would be perfect." Maxwell looked down at the floor, he knew what she was about to ask him and he didn't know how he felt about it, was he worthy of such?. "Maxwell, you have practiced with me since I first arrived in Cordonia. You have been my mentor, my biggest cheerleader, and the reason I'm here in the first place. I want you to dance that perfect dance with me in place of my father." Maxwell began to get emotional again, but, caught the death stare from Olivia. "In order to prevent the shedding of my blood, I will quickly say,....AGENT BREAKDANCE WILL BE AT YOUR SERVICE!". Maxwell pulled Riley into a bear hug and quickly swayed her side to side.

"If you're done with me, I could use a drink" Drake remarked as he sat up from his chair, headed for the door. "Yes, we are finished, but, don't forget your binder", Madeline exclaimed as she pointed out the thick binder Drake had secretly slid under his chair. Drake hung his head and slowly turned around, "yeah, wouldn't want to forget that" as he reached far under the chair to retrieve it.

Gladys walked over to Riley, with Liam joining immediately after. She told them they would need to go upstairs to try cake samples and choose their cake style. "Go ahead love, I'll be up in a minute" he said as he kissed her cheek. "Liam, is everything okay?" Riley asked with concern. "Of course, I just need to do something that is long over due. I promise its nothing to be worried about." "Okay, but, you better hurry or I'm liable to eat your samples too" Riley playfully stated before giving him a quick kiss and walking out.

Liam walked over to Bertand and Maxwell who were trying to figure out how to open Bartie's stroller. "This blasted, useless, piece of sh....OH....your majesty" Bertrand stood with a embarrassed grin. "Bertrand! I got it, Just twist this thing off here and break this piece off, then rip this cloth thingy off and voila!" Maxwell said proudly as the side of the stroller now lay hanging open with broken and tattered parts. Bertrand stared at Maxwell, then the stroller, then back to Maxwell. "Yeah, I think its broken", Maxwell remarked coyly.

Liam observed the pair and in the back of his mind was wondering how his fiancee made it through each social event successfully. He cleared his throat and this drew their attention back to the King. "Oh, our apologies your majesty, Maxwell...stop kicking the stroller! What can we do for you?", Bertrand asked through a stressed smile. "Bertrand, please, no formalities." Liam replied. "Very well, did you need us for something Liam?" Bertrand asked curiously.

Liam held out his hand. Bertrand stared at it for a moment before relunctantly grabbing it with his. Liam shook Bertrand's hand, then offered the same to Maxwell, who after dropping the dislodged wheel of the stroller, obliged. "Whats up Li?" Maxwell asked.

"Maxwell, Bertrand, I've never truly thanked you for what you've done for me", Liam stated with a tone of gratitude. Both brothers stared at him for a moment with Bertrand speaking up, "there is nothing to thank us for Liam".

"That's not entirely true Bertrand" Liam replied while putting his hands in his pockets. Liam glanced over at the window as a ray of sunshine lit up the room. "You handed me my dreams and made it possible to live the life I always wanted, for that, I thank you." Maxwell grasped the King's shoulder with a proud smile, "You deserve it Li."

"No, no I don't.....Maxwell, we've always been friends, but, how often did we spend time together before that New York bachelor party? And Bertrand, we really haven't spoken since we were kids." Bertrand and Maxwell look at one another with solemn expressions. "Today, my fiancee made me realize just how important you both are to her and what you did to get her to where she is today. I understand that part of it was to restore the Beaumont name, but, you were asked to walk her down the aisle and you were asked to fill her father's shoes for a wedding dance....thats...thats". "What a family does", replied Maxwell. "Indeed", Bertrand murmured as Bartie started to wake from the travel playpen he was in. "You're going to be part of our family now Li, so, we will definately be spending a lot more time together, just the three of us", Maxwell was happy to point out.

Bertrand picked Bartie up and Maxwell stepped over to disassemble the playpen. "You're doing it wrong Maxwell! Push the button on the side", Bertrand quipped. "I'am Bertrand, but, this button is in the way" Maxwell snipped as he ripped a plastic piece off the playpen. As Maxwell reached across the other side, the playpen gave way and collpsed, with Maxwell yelling he could fix it. Liam stared blankly at the two brothers as they continued their banter back and forth. He slowly eased his way out of the room, closing the door to the sounds of crashes, yelling and Bartie continuously repeating the curse word he just heard from Bertrand.

Liam leaned against the wall adjacent to the door, running his fingers through his hair and sighing, "what am I marrying into?"

#the royal romance #choices trr #trr #trr liam #liam x mc #liam x riley #maxwell beaumont #bertrand beaumont

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emotionalgirl101 · 6 years ago

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Question | Chapter 5

Words: 2,046

Genre: college au, angst, fluff

Pairing: SKZ x reader

Summary: Your best friend, Minho, had been refusing to introduce you to his other group of best friends for months now, with no explanation as to why. One night after getting drunk after work together, he gave in to your pleas. Oops.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language, violent themes, etc).

A/N: So the fact that I wrote the last one quickly kinda cursed me. I saw Stray Kids in Melbourne on February 21st. It was, without exaggeration, one of the best experiences in my life. Many firsts, like flying interstate alone, going to a concert alone, first Kpop concert, first hi-touch, etc. I met the most amazing people that adopted me and I’m so grateful! STAY is truly the nicest fandom🥰 and SWERVED👏🏻SO👏🏻FREAKING👏🏻HARD👏🏻 - Im honestly still in denial. This is dedicated to all my STAYs from the SKZ Aus page and my online STAY mutuals x

P.s. Eunwoo as in Pristin Eunwoo~~ I promise these chapters are necessary!

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You just could not escape these boys. It was like an omen of some kind. Good or bad, you weren’t sure, but the fact you didn’t go a day in the week without seeing one of your best friend’s roommates seemed like less of a coincidence. After seeing Chan on Monday and Woojin on Tuesday, you had only expected to see one person you knew today; Eunwoo.

You guys had become friends around the same time you had met Minho. The only difference was the class you met in and the fact that Eunwoo actually knew what was going on more than half the time. Lucky you so happened to sit next to her that first day. You learnt after a project you decided to collaborate on that you had accidentally become best friends. You were more than satisfied. A year down the track, and you learnt that Eunwoo and Minho were all you needed.

Eunwoo had decided to coax you out of your apartment for several reasons, the main one being that you needed to by Rena’s birthday present. You had met Eunwoo’s group of friends only a month or so down the line. You loved Rena, but you were practically inseparable from Eunwoo.

You were dressed, but barely awake, when you heard a knock at the door. You sacrificed breakfast in order to get another 10 minutes sleep. Something Eunwoo had anticipated, holding a coffee in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other, when you answered the door. You could smell the fresh chocolate croissant from the door way.

“Good morning!” She eagerly cheered. She alternated lifting her hands slightly, left than right, indicating you to make your choice. Food won. You could always grab something to drink later in the day. Side stepping to let her in, Eunwoo strutted into your apartment, feeling as comfortable as she did in her own home.

You were a little jealous of how well put together she always managed to look. Makeup flawless, hair as smooth as silk, and a consistently bright demeanour, She was wearing a cropped, long sleeve tee. The black stripes horizontal, to synch in her waist. She paired it with a black skater skirt, and a tan winter coat. Her hair was in loose curls and the blonde strands still carrying a peach hue. A loose beret adorned her head. Black heeled boots and a designer bag dangling from the crook of her arm.

You close the door and head to the the kitchen counter. Eunwoo was already a step ahead of you. The unravel the package ungracefully, mumbling a ‘thank you’ after you take your first bite. She just giggled at you. “Welcome!~”

“Okay, first things first. Game plan.” Eunwoo was a master at shopping for gifts, the shopping part at least. She was just as indecisive and doubtful in her choices as you were. She brought out a folded receipt, her list on the back of it. You leaned into one another, mapping out your day. “Hit theses three places first. If no luck, we can go to this cute store on the second floor. Then, stop for coffee and a catch up at this cafe. Then continue to these to.” She barely breathed when running through the schedule.

“And if all else fails?” You turned to her, an eyebrow slightly raised. You smile at each other. A cluster of giggles escape between the two of you after you say ‘gift card’ in unison.

You had been to the first three stores without success. The first store had some nice statement pieces, but nothing that you unanimously felt Rena would choose on her own. The second store was a completely different vibe. You found too many things you thought she would like, but it was wrong for factors like having an odd detail that wouldn’t suit her, or a colour that wouldn’t match her skin tone, or she had something similar, if not identical.

Store 3 wasn’t clothing. Eunwoo had misinterpreted the name, and it ended up being a kids store. You would’ve loved to see the reaction of on-lookers. The confusion on your faces, the short look exchanged, and the laughter would’ve been a sight. They’d think you were delusional, which was definitely possible at this stage. You had spent hours that you didn’t necessarily want to spare.

“Okay, so the fourth place is closed.” Eunwoo deadpanned as you reached the foot of the entrance. “Figures.” You sighed. Eunwoo turned to you, a twinkle returning to her chocolate eyes. “Coffee?” You smiled in hand with a repeat of ‘coffee’ to confirm.

You walked to the coffee shop after reaching the bottom level of the shopping centre. Eunwoo opened the door after exclaiming how cute she found the pastel themed café. She lead the way to a quaint table against the far window, with a small pot plant centrepiece attracting her attention. She offered to order drinks for the both of you, previously deciding to share a slice of cake in the way to your current location.

You fished out your phone, which lacked any notifications to your irritation. You settled with scrolling through your newsfeed. You felt a waiter walk past you, almost, but then backtrack. You weren’t interested in looking up, guessing whoever it was had found something interesting going on on the other side of the glass beside you.

“Y/n?” The figure voiced. Now you had to look up. To your delighted surprised, your eyes met the soft smile of Hyunjin. “How’s it going?” His face changed to a genuine smile, quickly taking Eunwoo’s abandon seat. You were too happy to talk to the boy. He seemed so bright and bubbly the other night. From what you remembered, at least. “Really good, actually. The week off and hangover free.” You beamed, before returning the question in the younger’s direction.

“Yeah, really good.” Nodding once with enthusiasm, and leaning back into the chair as he continued. “Working every so often. You should’ve seen Felix after you left. It was hilarious.” At the words, the glint in his eye and the tone of his voice both changed to convey mischief. Felix had slept through practically the whole day, to your knowledge. He was still passed out from the night when you left that afternoon. “I’m guessing he remembered nothing? He didn’t do anything bad, anyway, though.”

Hyunjin smirked at your words, elbows return to the table, and an ever so slightly hushed voice hummed out the following words. “But he didn’t know that.” You cottoned on immediately. “What did you tell him?” You were leaning back, arms folded and ears perked.

Hyunjin feigned hurt at such an accusation, a pout replacing his smirk. “Me? I did nothing… “It was Jeongin and Seungmin, wasn’t it?” He smiled. You had your answer. “That poor boy…” You ran a hand through your hair, trailing off as if you were pulling away your words with the fingers laced in your strands. Almost as quickly, you snapped back to Hyunjin’s gaze, mirroring his posture on the table. “Tell me everything.” You cheekily beamed.

The excitement at divulging the information was failed to be hidden in Hyunjin’s body language. “Okay, so first Jeongin told him that he broke Changbin’s headphones.”

“Oooh..” You could just feel the pain of the thought as if it was a hit in the stomach. “He would’ve felt so guilty…” Realisation then washed over you, Hyunjin regaining your attention. “You said ‘firstly’. What else did you con him in to thinking?”

“Seungmin asked if he remembered meeting you. He nodded, but you should’ve seen the colour drain from his face.” You mumbled an ‘uh oh’ at the fact you were somehow wrapped up in all this without even being present at the time. “Seungmin said he admitted he found you attractive and proceeded to try to find an excuse to kiss you.” Shaking your head, “How did he take that?”

“He. Was. Mortified.” Hyunjin had no ounce of sympathy in his voice, a cheeky grin still painted on his rosy lips. “He told him he managed to kiss your cheek when you went to bed.” You were confused at where he was going with this. “That’s not so bad.”

“Until Jeongin told him that Minho planned to murder him in his sleep until Chan stopped him. He avoided Minho for two days!” You both burst out laughing. “Oh, yeah, because Minho would’ve been at work when Felix woke up…” The genius of the Maknae dawning on you.

“That’s not even the best part.” Hyunjin continued. You’re brows indicated your confusion. “Minho had no clue what was going on. So he had no clue why every time he tried to talk to Felix, Felix ran away or found an excuse to leave the room.” You both laughed. You could picture that cute, confused expression on Minho’s face without trouble. You had seen it so many times, even having it as your wallpaper on your phone at one point.

“That’s perfect.” You mused. “Did Felix figure out it was all fake?” Hyunjin snickered at your words. “This morning, yeah.” You were practically in tears. Part of you felt bad for the kid, but the opportunity was too perfect to waste. “Go maknaes!” You cheered.

“Alrighty. It was good to chat, but I probably should go check on Jeongin. He’s probably broken the coffee machine or something.” He stood from the chair. “Wait. Jeongin works here, too? I thought he didn’t have a job.” You were trying to put two and two together when Hyunjin put you out of your misery. “He only just got the job. He started today, and I’m having to mentor him.” A playful eye roll following his words.

“Sucks being the smart one, doesn’t it?” You smirked at him. “You bet.” A light chuckle followed. “Want me to tell him you’re here?” He offered, but an idea had bloomed in your mind, so you let him in on your plan. “Don’t say anything. Just send him over with our order and I’ll hide my face til he comes over. It’s the one ordered by the girl in the striped shirt.” Hyunjin followed the gesture of your finger, turning back to you, smiling. “As you wish.” He winked. He was gone.

Eunwoo returned with a slice of chocolate cheese cake and a raised eyebrow. “Was the barista trying to pick you up, or something?” You couldn’t contain your laugh at the distain she held in her voice. “Okay, I guess he’s cute.” She sighed and sinked into her seat. The plate took its home on the wooden table, and you each grabbed a small fork to start devouring it. “So?” Eunwoo prided at you, before shovelling the sliver into her mouth. Her eyes looking at you expectantly.

You giggled again, hand covering your mouth so it at least looked like you had some sort of table manners. “He’s Minho’s roommate, Hyunjin. I went over the other night and met them all. One of the guys got drunk and forgot everything, so they tricked him into believing he did all this stuff.” Eunwoo nodded, but you weren’t able to tell if it was from enjoying the food or if she was satisfied with your story. She swallowed. “Fair enough.” The weird expression returned to her face, as she notice you digging at your shared slice with the fork in your left hand. “And why are you covering your face?”

You smiled cheekily, which got Eunwoo’s full attention. “The youngest roommate just got a job here, and he doesn’t know I’m here, so we came up with a plan to surprise him.” Eunwoo gave a small smile at that. “That’s cute.” Her head snapped up and to your right as you both heard foot steps approaching. With a quick look back at you, she winked, and let her eyes settle back on the nervous boy carrying a tray of drinks in his hands.

“One iced coffee?” Jeongin’s voice was slightly shaky. He was masking his nerves well. Eunwoo tentatively raised her hand as he place her order in front of her. Without another word, he placed the second drink in front of you. Then his eyes flickered to your face.

“Noona?” He couldn’t hide the surprise on his face as his jaw fell slack. You chuckled a bit and asked, “How’s your first day going?” He regained his composure, beaming down at you. “Good! Did Hyunjin hyung see you? He didn’t tell me you were here.” You and Eunwoo burst into giggles, glancing from the boy and back to each other. “She asked him not to.” Eunwoo looked at you, leaning on the table and her chin resting in the palm of her hand. It didn’t go unnoticed by Hyunjin from across the café. “He told me about the prank you guys pulled on Felix.” He smiled cheekily, “What do you think?” He waited for your answer in anticipation. “I just wish I could’ve played along”. Eunwoo rolled her eyes at your antics, but you knew she’d want in on it, too. After all, she loved surprising people.

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the-velociruby · 6 years ago

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Earnest Discussions with Velo C. Raptor, #1

My Experiences with Bumbleby

I wanna try expressing my opinions & opening up a little bit here, if no one minds. This’ll be a first in a bunch of personal discourses, if anyone wants to see these kinds of posts from me. So as I am making my presence known on this site (probably a bad idea), I’ve been representing myself as a Bumbleby shipper. I wouldn’t say I’m the most devout shipper out there, nor do I really want to be viewed in that way, but when there’s a pairing that I really enjoy I’ll latch onto it tight. And Bumbleby happens to be one of them. Why do I enjoy it so much you may ask? Well, let’s dive right into that.

When I was first getting into anime, with Fullmetal Alchemist & Attack on Titan being my firsts, I was really getting into it. But my interests in most of the shows I watched died out as I finished them, and I felt a little empty without a show to be obsessed with. I was also an avid fan of Red Vs Blue at the time, so when they first announced RWBY as I was getting into anime, I was really interested. After watching the trailers, I was hooked. After watching the very first episode, I was in love with it. Granted, I didn’t like Volume 2 all that much (despite the bees’ dance), so my interests in it did die a little; that was quickly remedied by Volume 3, and then I was officially obsessed.

So while watching RWBY in its early years, I came to a few conclusions that others may have had at first: that Cinder Fall was the biggest bad, Adam Taurus was supposed to be some sort of mysterious badass (cue vomit in mouth), and everyone was gonna have a happy ending of some kind. Oh, and there was also something really important I concluded at the time: I thought everybody was straight. To me, it looked like almost everyone had a love interest of the opposite gender, such as Jaune & Pyrrha, Ren & Nora, Weiss & Neptune… and Sun & Blake. I didn’t really look hard enough into the show to think otherwise; I just assumed that Sun and Blake were gonna hook up while Yang was just gonna have her adventures happily by herself or with Ruby. It didn’t really bother me when I thought Rooster Teeth was gonna go for an all straight romance; I was pretty much fine with it because I would support the show I enjoy no matter what. Although admittedly, I did find that somewhat boring.

So if I thought RWBY was gonna go a heteronormative route, what got me into Bumbleby? Back to me first getting into anime: a thing I would do was go on the internet and search the shows I watched in the hopes of finding more content, which was how I came upon the world of fanfics and fanart. I remember how I’d look for & read FMA fanfics nonstop. RWBY was no exception; thus, I was introduced to Bumbleby through the fan-made works of its supporters (same for White Rose, which is also my favorite but a guilty pleasure because I think it’s much less likely to be canon). At first I was confused by such work, thinking ‘why would anybody ship Blake and Yang together if Blake had Sun?’ It didn’t make sense to me at first, but I found myself drawn to the numerous depictions of Blake & Yang together nonetheless.

And then it hit me: they look good together. GREAT, in fact. I was stunned, never having thought that such a relationship could have ever been conceived before. It was as if nothing could compare, nor the other RWBY ships could stand up to it. Not even Arkos, probably one of if not the most significant ship in RWBY, was designed so perfectly like Bumbleby was. Just everything about those two complimented & contrasted with each other so well – black against yellow, amber eyes complementary to lilac ones, and their fantasy inspirations intermingling with one another. The more I would find fanart and fanfics of it, the more I would fall in love with it. It was by far the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, and it was the works of other fans that convinced me that they were the perfect ship.

But to me at first, it didn’t look like Rooster Teeth agreed with that train of thought. I still believed that they were gonna put everyone in a straight romance (and by that I mean I still thought Blake and Sun were gonna hook up). I didn’t really have any of the investigative skills I have now to look deeper into the show to think otherwise, though I did question moments in the show that wouldn’t have made sense for a friendship-Bumbleby or a romantic-Black Sun. Still, I was certain that Blake & Yang were straight at first, so I pretty much made Bumbleby a guilty pleasure. Honestly, I would’ve still supported Rooster Teeth and RWBY if they went with Black Sun, as I didn’t fall for the series simply for the romance.

Then Volume 4 came out, then Volume 5, and now Volume 6. Now, I have come to new conclusions: RWBY has a bigger n’ better bad in the form of Salem, Adam is the bull-horned bastard that he is who deserved damnation, and everything is a lot more greyer than previously thought (as in not morally black and white). Oh, and I concluded something else that’s really important: not everybody is straight. Black Sun turned out to be a friendship more so than a romance; Yang and Blake were painfully missing each other during their separation; then they were reunited and that’s all that matters (music reference haha); everything just started pointing towards a deeper relationship between the ex-partners. Bumbleby was more than likely to be canon, and it pretty much is at this point. Their stories were practically woven together, setting everything up for them to be together. Everything about Bumbleby just seemed right now. I couldn’t have been more elated.

So some individuals outside the Bumbleby fandom may think that I’m “delusional” for believing in its confirmation. Some of those people may think I’m approving of something “toxic” (which is a ridiculous sentiment might I add). Frankly, I don’t care for any negative things others might say about my preferences. This is the internet, only real life can hurt my feelings. It also never matters to me if the characters in a canon or non-canon ship are of the same gender & sexuality or not, what matters is that they’re depicted to be happy and in love. I ship two characters I adore because it makes me happy. Frankly, I’m always afraid of never finding a special someone. The thought of not having a partner and living alone severely depresses me, and I have these thoughts constantly. But when I see two amazing characters I appeal to in a happy, healthy, and fantastically developed relationship, especially one like Bumbleby, it will always give me a little hope for my own future. Or if a ship’s simply canon then I’ll just love it like a blind puppy dog.

So I guess that’s all I have to say. I enjoy the Bees, they’re on their way to canonization if not already, and I couldn’t be happier. I also couldn’t be more thankful for the contributions of others in the RWBY fandom to Bumbleby. If I didn’t find the passion behind Bumbleby that others have, a passion I learned to share & understand, I’d probably be a generally more miserable person than a joyful one. Thank you for taking your time to read this earnest discussion. If anyone wants to see more of these from me, please be sure to let me know. Also, send me any asks if you want me to elaborate on anything!

#rwby #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #long post #earnest discussion

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jadecringecomp · 5 years ago

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jade, of course, is still trying to deflect rather than own up to anything at all. im too lazy for screenshots so youre going to have to deal with text for this one. you can see their post here though. and if receipts are needed they are most likely on the callout blog or you can come to me if you cant find them.

“uses their own dead grandma as leverage out of nowhere literally months after the original argument”

jade are you really that braindead. like youre still just proving my previous point. youre still practically shitting on me for it. i gave a reason as to why that night was so traumatic for me because you keep trying to make it seem “like it wasnt that bad” by your own words!

also like uh, jade. you yourself have used your aunt having cancer as a reason to just... excuse every single action youve done. so again, take that and choke.

“abuses their own bf/ex but its fine because he abused her first lolololol!!!”

jade i... honestly have no words. youre still defending a pedophile, and you even admit he abused me. like, yes, i cheated on him. but how does the fact he is a pedophilic abuser not process through your head. why are you so set on defending that. a genuine question.

“flips back and forth on whether they were actually abused or not whenever it benefits her“

theres... nowhere that even says that in the link you posted. are you posting that to still try and imply i lied about the abuse you inflicted upon me or...?

“refriends their own ‘abuser’”

ok well one jade, you still have no actual proof ive befriended broden at all. all you have is a like on a fucking post. really how braindead is it possible to be at this point.

and regarding bailey, i never called her my abuser. you were the one to do that. you said she abused me after i showed you screenshots of what went down between us. and whats worse after i even came to you and showed you the screenshots and you got involved with that mess?? you still wanna try and say what happened was fake. like you wanna call me two-faced, yet youre so quick to change your mind once you realize that person doesnt benefit you anymore.

also! for someone whos a survivor of abuse, you sure as hell dont realize a common thing between us survivors is literally going back to those who’ve hurt them right?? like you keep bringing this up as if im fucking lying about the whole thing when im not since again, i came to you while we were friends with the proof. i can even post them if need be. and honestly it doesnt even fucking matter anymore ive broken contact with her after shortly realizing my mistake.

“denies other ppls abuse just because they doesnt like them and a few vent discord messages means they knows literally everything abt it“

i can admit to saying i denied your abuse because there is actual proof that you werent abused two years ago, not because i dont like you. do you really just think nobody will believe proof right in front of them jade??? do you think youre some perfect princess who can do no wrong???? like jade the proof is right @deeancie, @estweri, @honeykeis-callout, and even here. you really expect me to just not believe it if i didnt hate you. you honestly need some real fucking help if thats the case jade.

and really like. if you say your bf clams up when you go to him... what else am i supposed to believe. sure i can be wrong, but reading that shit can really make you wonder what is going on between you two. and jade you wanna say that like you yourself dont do that shit. remember all the times you read vague text posts and would go on a tangent as if you knew every little thing about what was going on in my life. yeah kinda what i thought.

“says grooming minors is talking to people One time“

i love how you fail to leave out the fact that these people were minors and that youre practically defending loli. so if youre still talking to these minors and since youre still defending loli, then yes youre grooming minors into thinking loli is ok.

“straight up let a minor into their porn server on discord (they can go as rabid about this as they want but they still straight up showed an actual minor graphic porn but IM a pedophile bc i rb anime sometimes lmfao)”

again its been resolved. like ive acknowledged it was wrong of me to do and ive changed it. and how can you say you just rb anime sometimes when. you literally are reblogging this kind of fuckshit. like do you not remember reblogging that obviously naked child in a collar or what. the difference is i realized my wrong and changed it while youre still rbing actual loli.

“lied about the relationship (the one where they abused each other and she cheated on him with her other abuser???) having elements of pedophilia because they lied about her age”

this is so... ive told you i forgot. the ages. i was literally an age off for the both of us. like what else do you want me to do about this.

“has sketchy as fuck ocs, including one thats physically ten who would force their adult self insert to be naked around them and also drew them being physically beaten“

while the first was true (but i dont have that oc anymore), where in the fuck did i draw them being physically beaten lole??? are you pulling this out of your ass to deflect you yourself rbing beaten children????

and i swear to god if you bring up this comic, im going to scream.

“is a stalker and an abuser. by their own logic“

ok like. a couple of things to this. jade when are you going to get it through your thick skull i didnt give a shit if you were lurking or not, it was the fact you would comment on my every move. which is stalking by the way and incredibly creepy like get a life!

and an abuser “by my own logic”. the link you shared, again, doesnt show that anywhere. also with how badly of a hypocrite you are, thats you. you told me it was abusive to call people delusional. you started doing that once i realized my wrong and stopped. you told me it was abusive. you told me making people relapse was abusive. yet once i relapse you still didnt give a shit and somehow that makes you in the clear (though i still dont give a shit we both literally did that to ourselves the point is youre an abuser too to your own logic). you said trying to gaslight people is abusive (which it is). look at the stacks of proof i have of you gaslighting me. like i could go on but all the proof if here on this blog.

“oh and dont forget they foamed at the mouth that i didnt instantly know when they changed their pronouns but has been proven to have Actually knowingly misgendered me for weeks“

jade the fact you were lurking should make it fucking obvious you should have known my pronouns. and for weeks?? jade i misgendered you in your callout, which i immediately changed once pointed out. will you please stop lying to make yourself look victim and just tell the truth for once in your life.

“also apparently i can call them rae and its not deadnaming because its not their birthname so“

oh my god youre literally fucking braindead it hurts to watch at this point. no rae isnt my deadname. but i do prefer not going my that. the whole point of that was that you tried screaming transphobia because someone called you by a previous name you went by. you fucking dumbass.

“claims to have bpd but doesnt even know what cluster b is holy shit!!!“

what do i even say to this jade?? what does the fact i didnt know what that was at first matter to me having bpd??? also are you just gonna shrug off the fact that you first claimed you got misdiagnosed with autsim, then suddenly you do? you claimed to have bipolar disorder, then later you suddenly decide you have bpd??? kind of sketchy if you ask me!

“tries to send anons under my name but forgot that their friend levi doesnt even have me blocked so why the fuck would i go on anon if i would ‘sign’ it anyway hm“

a....... are you implying i was the one to send those....? is it because you realized once you did so it backfired?? jade for someone who wanted to claim i was the one making up conspiracies, you sure make up a lot of them.

in conclusion: jade you still are just deflecting! you still havent defended any of the shit me or my friends have called you out for! the fact you still havent admitted to them or so much as even defended the claims sure does speak a lot! stop deflecting and lying and just fucking come out about it!

#gaslighting #lying

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pretty-little-howtown · 6 years ago

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I’m Gonna Keep This Forever

Summary: The life of a makeup artist isn’t easy and it’s so much harder when you have a crush on one of the actors.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,944

Another day, another movie and another couple months of work. You walked into your trailer and started taking out and sorting all your make up supplies. Over your run as Marvel's main make up artist you've had everyone in the chair. From the stunning Scarlett Johansen to the charismatic Chris Hemsworth. Even the newest edition to the Marvel roster: Tom Holland.

Ever since he sat in your makeup chair for the first time you were practically the best of friends. If he had a problem he'd sit down and ask you for advice. You always wondered why you and he would always reply with 'you just have the best advice'. The two of you became so close that whenever he was going somewhere after the day was wrapped up he'd always invite you to hangout with him and his friends.

Your life was a dream come true. Everyone had sat in your chair, Tom more than others, other makeup artists would come and go depending on when they were needed but you were the constant. But your perfect lifestyle was in peril. It was in danger from your self. You had fallen hard for Tom. You didn't want to risk over stepping any lines, whether they already be drawn or not. Makeup artists are supposed to always be there but in the shadows not in the spot light. Over stepping those lines would put you in the spotlight and that's not what was supposed to happen.

Suddenly, Tom threw open the door to your trailer and pranced in elated, gripping his phone firmly in his hand.

"Y/N! Hey, I was wondering if you'd let me live stream you doing my make up for the shoot today. I just wanna show everyone part of the process ya know." He beamed with the hope that you'll let him live stream you doing his make up.

"Let me double check what you have to start off with today and then we'll see. We don't want any spoilers getting out. Do we Tom?" You asked with a raised eyebrow to which he blushed a little and awkwardly laughed. "Alright, you're in the clear. Set up anything you need and I'll go get the supplies." Tom fit pumped the air has he unlocked his phone, placed it against the wall mirror and started up the stream.

From the other side of the trailer you heard him mutter some words about what the two of you discussed earlier. You retuned with some basics. Foundation, concealer and the like.

"Right, this is Y/N the main Marvel make up artist," he explained as you waved to his phone, "today she's gonna do some basic make up for today's shoot."

He sat in the chair and you turned him sideways so that you could work but still have his audience see him. As you were putting on the foundation he asked you to read a few of the comments to him so he could reply and keep the stream as interesting as it can get. You found endearing when he went off on a tangent about something and his eyes just lit up talking about it.

"How did you get to where you are today?" You told him applying some concealer, waiting for him to reply.

"Well, it took a long time but I finished my GCSEs and then went to a preforming arts academy and did a course there for two years." You were concentrating on applying the highlighter while he talked you tuned him out. Until he looked directly at you with eyes full of curiosity with a hint of love and asked, "what about you?"

"Uh, me? I uh, I finished my GCSEs and my A levels. Did pretty well in both. Then I went off to uni and specialised in cosmetics. So a did four year course and got my bachelor's in cosmetics." You didn't say much as you weren't used to being the one answering the questions. To pressed on saying that he wanted to find out more about you. You said only a little more before asking about him.

He retold you his whole life story. His family life friend life even past girlfriends before asking you wether you were single. You answered with the truth. Yes. Although you did blush a little. In your book asking if someone was single was sign one of the asker being interested in the, aforementioned, someone.

You finished his make up and waved to Tom's audience as he ended the stream. He then put his phone into his pocket and swooped you into a hug. He even lifted you off the floor and spun your around. He thanked you once more and existed the trailer. A smile was still lingering on your face when Chris Evans walked in with a knowing look on his face.

"What?" You asked.

"Did I just hear Tom ask you if you were single?" Being the father figure he was, he answered a question with a question. Followed closely by yet another question, "and am I delusional but did you reply with yes?"

You just smiled asking him to sit in the chair and then looking outside at the large queue that had formed. It was back to the grind.

The next day you woke up with a small headache and a small memory gap that at first didn't appear to be a problem.

You went through your normal routine. Eat, brush teeth, get dressed brush hair, leave. You settled down in your car; looking at your watch on decided you still had time until you had to leave. Yawning with your thermos of tea in hand you opened your phone and saw it blow up with messages.

Tom invited you with Harrison Jacob and Zendaya to celebrate the end of filming. You went to Z's favourite bar and ordered a couple rounds. For most of the night you refused to drink anything stronger than whiskey, until Tom 'convinced' you to take a shot with him. He then had the brilliant idea to take a phot with all of you. He asked someone passing by to take the photo. You were in the middle with Tom's hands wrapped snugly around your waist and his chin atop your head. Zendaya and Jacob were on wait her side with Harrison on his side at your feet. After the photo was taken you honestly couldn't believe that his phone wasn't taken away. Tom then sent it to everyone so that you could all share this moment. The five of you then exited the bar and walked each other home. First Jacob then Z and then you. Tom wanted to spend as much time holding you as he could. When you got to your apartment he practically wouldn't let you go. He wanted to savour the moment because he knew full well that when the liquid courage wore off, he wouldn't be a ale to do it every again. Before he let you go however, he had another bright idea. This time to post the picture on Instagram tagging all of you in the photo.

You looked at the caption. 'Crazy last day of filming love you guys!' Under the post you read some of that comments that have been blowing up your phone.

'Omg who's that Tom's holding?! Are they dating?!'

'OMG OMG OMG @y/n IS SO CUTE WITH TOM SHIP!!!'

"AHHH IM NOT ON THAT PICTURE FUCK" you laughed at the last one. It sounded a lot like something you would say. Most of the rest of the comments were alternations between 'are they an item?' and 'I ship them so much.' Blushing you started your car and drove back to set. You had to clean up the makeup kits you left after Tom dragged you to celebrations.

When you got there however you weren't expecting Tom. He had no reason to be here, he was part of the cast his day was done. Yet he was still here.

"Hey Tom." You greeted, "what are you doing here?"

"Well uh I thought I'd- I'd hell you clean up. Yeah. Help clean up." He replied blushing. His was gonna do it. This was the day he was gonna say it. He wasn't gonna back out or more accurately Haz wasn't gonna let him back out. No more hiding. No more pretending. Today was the day.

You smiled, "okay well if you could bather up all the brushes that would be great." He did as you asked. The time was spent in stony silence. While Tom was hyping him self up to tell you by figuring out how he wanted to say it to you; you were were getting ready to give up. You were so focused on packing up that you got startled and fell backward when Tom tapped you on your shoulder. Tom's reflexes kicked in but instead of firmly holding you in his arms you fell on top of Tom. Your back to his front. You head a now from underneath you and saw Tom. Panicking you started standing up and apologising

"Guess I'm not as strong as I thought huh?" He laughed, "you don't need to apologise it was an accident." You nodded you head and went back to work still embarrassed by the previous situation.

You spent what felt like an eternity but was actually more like two seconds before Tom spoke again.

"Hey, I actually came here to tel you something. It's pretty big and I get if you don't wanna accept or anything but I'd still like to be friends after this. If you want to that is and if everything falls to shit like I feel it might." He started fiddling with the bristles of a foundation brush, suddenly finding them the most interesting thing in the world. "You see. There's not subtle or easy was for me to do this. When I told you I wanted the moment to be perfect but after last night I couldn't take not telling you any longer. I like you, a lot. Hell I think I love you. But like I said, I get it if you don't want anything to do with me or if you feel the same way." You stood there shocked. Tom stood there shocked. Why haven't you said anything yet. Are you gonna walk out and leave him? Is that gonna be it?

"Tom," he was dreading the answer but there was still a small glimmer of hope that you might like him back, "I like you too. I didn't think you'd like me back so I just kept it to my self hopped it'd go away. I was honestly just about ready to give up." Tom swooped you up in a hug the same kind of hug he gave you yesterday as a thank you. You heart swelled with joy. You got the guy.

"Can I kiss you now?" Tom asked waiting impatiently and almost immediately you replied. Yes. His lips captured yours in a passionate dance comparable to a tango. Tom traced your bottom lip with his tongue asking for entrance. Before he went in he nipped it sending a shock right through you. The shock coming out as an audible moan. He explored your mouth and you pulled away, lovingly looking into each other's eyes. Then you saw a flash. Turning towards it you saw a Haz shaped figure emerging from the bushes.

"Two posts in the span of a couple hours. The fans'll go crazy." He smirked and handed Tom back his phone. Tom showed the the picture.

"I'm gonna keep this forever"

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gorlkpop · 7 years ago

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Good Love {2jae} Chapter Three

genre: fluff, slight angst, future smut

warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics (including self-lubrication, heats, ruts, marking, mating, knotting, pack dynamics), boyxboy

pairings: im jaebum x choi youngjae, other pairings

In Youngjae’s eyes, Jaebum was the perfect alpha- handsome, protective, grounded, and took care of his small pack very well. But too bad Jaebum doesn’t think he’s the perfect omega- or any omega, for that matter

or, the one where jaebum thinks a mate will just be a distraction rather than a blessing

**two**three**four**

Youngjae hadn’t seen Jaebum at work the next day. Or the next. Or the couple after that. By Wednesday, Youngjae was sure that the alpha had quit his job at the cafe out of sheer hate for the omega.

And while he did feel a little angry that the alpha acted a little childish, quitting over a little dispute (Youngjae was one to talk), he couldn’t help but be a little worried. He understood that the whole situation was awkward and that it’d be awkward the next time they saw each other’s faces, but he didn’t expect it to be that dreadful. When he was getting ready Monday morning, he kept talking to no one but himself, reciting in his head how he imagined the whole scene to go down. He tried to prepare himself for all possible comebacks, reactions, and outcomes. He tried to have a mock conversation with Mark, but the beta was not particularly pleased with Youngjae- Mark was only annoyed that he had to walk Coco out before they left and that Youngjae continued to practice out loud on the way to work. But, alas, all that thought and process was worth nothing. When Youngjae walked in Monday morning to see no Jaebum, he felt stood up. When he walked in Tuesday morning to see no Jaebum, he was suspicious. When Wednesday morning rolled around, still no Jaebum in sight, he felt worried. But, when Youngjae walked in Thursday morning, saw Jaebum had clocked in on the schedule monitor, his heart had skipped a beat.

“Oh my goddess.” Youngjae gasped to himself when he, in fact, did see Jaebum casually wiping down a table. The cafe wouldn't open for another thirty or so minutes.

The omega was starting to feel regretful of his actions on Friday, willing and ready to apologize to Jaebum the next time he saw him. But now that the alpha was right in front of him, Youngjae started feel anger all over again. He huffed and made his way to said alpha, neck and ears red.

“Jaebum-sunbae,” Youngjae called when he approached Jaebum from behind. Jaebum’s back visibly tensed at his voice. “Could we talk? Privately.” Youngjae would keep this short and sweet. He didn’t want his temporary anger to cause him any permanent trouble. Jaebum turned around and Youngjae couldn’t help but let some of the anger he had left dissipate. Jaebum’s hair was pushed back, his two eye moles on full display, and a forehead had never looked so sexy. Curse Jaebum’s parent for making an insanely beautiful son. How does a fucking forehead look sexy? Jaebum looked Youngjae in the eyes. The omega couldn’t help but look down and cower. It could’ve been he was genuinely intimidated or just his natural instinct in the presence of an alpha. Youngjae blamed the latter. “Sure.” Jaebum shrugged. Youngjae could feel himself getting irritated by how nonchalant Jaebum was about the whole situation. He was acting as if nothing was wrong. This was important to the omega, even if it wasn’t for Jaebum.

Youngjae brushes of his own uneasiness and started walking upstairs, making his way to the balcony. He could hear Jaebum’s footsteps behind him. Youngjae’s heart was pounding. He hated that Jaebum made him so nervous- couldn’t stand it. He should be bolder than this. When they got out to the balcony, they both took a seat in the far corner; away from the stairs, but could still be seen from the people down below. The air was slightly awkward, both waiting for the other to start. Jaebum stayed completely still, eyes looking at his lap, the only movement being his hair blowing in the wind. Youngjae was rubbing his hands together, even though it wasn’t cold. Goddess, he was nervous and he couldn’t stand it.

A dog, a Boston terrier named Charlie, ran up to Youngjae; he quickly let the dog lick him, patted him on the head and shooed him away. The little sign of affection from the dog eased Youngjae’s nerves a little bit.

“I, uhm- where have you been?” Youngjae was gonna say “sorry”, but his mouth was on autopilot.

“Why?” Wow, okay. Youngjae didn’t think he deserved that. “I was worried...” Youngjae decided to leave out why. Jaebum didn’t deserve to know that Youngjae was worried he had truly embarrassed himself and managed to make the alpha hate him. Jaebum didn’t deserve to be worried about in the first place.

“You shouldn’t have been.” Jaebum was being so cold. He was so... soft on Friday. Now he was the complete opposite.

Jaebum was making it too easy to be mad at him. The alpha was also making it hard to stay mad at him.

“Fine,” Youngjae scoffed. “I guess I won’t from now on. I only brought you up here to say sorry- but obviously you're not the best people person right now.” Youngjae stared at Jaebum for a second, looking for any reaction from the alpha. Jaebum was staring straight at his lap, still, as if Youngjae didn’t even exist. Youngjae let out a pathetic laugh and made his way to scoot his chair out.This was quickly becoming a waste of Youngjae’s time; and his irritation from earlier was creeping back up, again. “I haven’t been avoiding you.” Youngjae paused mid-scoot. He looked intensely at Jaebum.

The alpha finally looked up, catching eye contact with Youngjae for a second before Youngjae was the one looking at his own lap now. “I... I haven’t had any, uh, relations with anybody in a while since...” Jaebum paused. Youngjae suddenly felt very stressed about the direction of this conversation. Was it bad he wanted to not actually address what had happened? Was Jaebum going to actually bring up things from Friday night? “So.” “Youngjae,” Jaebum added more seriousness to his voice. “I- you... fuck, I don’t know how to say this without seeming like a pervert or an ass.” From that, Youngjae had an idea of what Jaebum was hinting at. He wouldn’t jump to conclusions though. “Just say it.” Jaebum took a deep inhale of air through his nose, letting out frustrated breath. Youngjae was getting impatient. He wanted his own suspicion to be confirmed or denied, quickly. “I don’t want- I know that- gosh, I’m sorry. Forget I even said anything.” Before Youngjae could stop him, Jaebum was out of his chair and down the stairs. Youngjae called his name, but it fell on deaf ears. Jaebum had disappeared and so did Youngjae’s anger. It was now replaced with confusion. Why can’t I just stay mad at him? Why do I always let him get his way? Youngjae was confused, but at the same time, he understood perfectly what was going on. He didn’t want to assume anything, but he could’ve sworn Jaebum was trying to hint that Youngjae triggered something. Be it a rut or just a sudden romantic spike that the alpha hadn’t felt ever, he didn’t know. Youngjae knew it was quite the reach to assume either of those things, especially since the alpha had barely even said anything about anything; but Youngjae couldn’t help that gut feeling. It was probably his own delusional feelings. It only made him wonder more about what was wrong between Jaebum and the omegas in his pack. He remembers Jaebum saying something about their situation being complicated, and Youngjae couldn’t help but come up with his own theories in the wake of Jaebum’s absence. Is that what he’s hiding? Did he not find them attractive? Had Youngjae interrupted some type of order? Did Jaebum prefer female omegas? Betas? Or was he not attracted to anyone? Did they have some catastrophic falling out that left both sides on opposing each other but they stayed in the pack for whatever reason? What the fuck was so damn complicated? Whatever the problem was, it caused Youngjae a ass-kicking headache. It probably wasn’t very healthy for him to try and figure out a pack that wasn’t his. It definitely wasn’t healthy for Youngjae to so easily let his feelings go from one to another in the presence of the alpha of said pack. Everything felt complicated and Youngjae loathed that Jaebum might’ve been right. Maybe things were more complicated than they seemed. Sigh.

A week and some days had passed since Jaebum’s return to work. During this time, Youngjae made his duty to avoid the alpha if absolutely necessary. He filled his time working the register, giving no opportunities for the alpha to approach him and start an actual conversation. Jaebum couldn’t make it more obvious that he wanted to say something, anything to the omega. He would try to ask Youngjae about simple, mundane task that he could’ve figured out by himself. But the omega was doing his absolute best to shut the alpha out (or that’s what it felt like, at least). Jaebum wanted, he really, really wanted, needed to talk to the omega- but he would also chicken out and ask some stupid question like “where’s the extra dog food” or “have you seen the red tennis ball”. Jaebum was struggling. He didn’t understand why this omega out of them all had him tripped up. Fuck, he just didn’t understand. The alpha was seldom disrupted by an omegas presence. He wasn’t this way with Jinyoung or Bambam, not with Yoongi or Jimin, not with the other Youngjae, not with any of the other omegas he knew over the years. He never felt any... need to be right for any of them. He tried to approach Youngjae, but something about the omega just made him feel smaller. Jaebum didn’t fall into the stereotypical macho-sex-crazed-alpha that people would imagine any alpha to be. At least he tried not to be. With how he grew up, he wasn’t exactly the most outgoing or had the most friendly first impressions. But, he tried, nonetheless, to prove that image wrong. Whether he was successful or not- he didn't know, but he liked to think he was. He managed to gain and, somehow, keep two healthy omegas (even though one of them liked to threaten that they didn’t need an alpha and could very well make it on his own. Jaebum didn’t oppose this but it would be devastating to lose Jinyoung).

Jaebum couldn’t understand himself. He had seen Youngjae around school, heard him singing in the piano room, ran into him a few odd times in the food court or in walkways, but he never noticed the omega. Jaebum knew his face, knew his name, knew a little bit about him from what Jackson told him (who heard everything from Mark), but Youngjae never fazed him.

The omega was just an omega. It’s not that Jaebum didn’t think they were worthless or anything, but he was never affected by them a lot. He presented when he was around fifteen, had his first rut, didn’t have another until he was about to leave high school, and has had only one since. It was bizarre. After he didn’t have another for the first year since his initial presenting, his parents thought he was a dud and took him to his doctor. The doctor countered their thoughts and revealed Jaebum was completely fine. Then they took him to a psychologist to see if it was mental, if he just didn’t have an instinct to breed or wasn’t attracted to anyone (read omegas). The psychiatrist also disapproved their suspicions and said Jaebum was absolutely fine; to not worry too much. She recommended that Jaebum’s instinct were just very selective.

Jaebum, of course, thought something was wrong with him. He hated how he was so different in that way from his other alpha friends and pack mates. He hadn’t ever, really been attracted to an omega before Jinyoung. They played with the idea of being mates, but it just didn’t work.

So, now, Jaebum had no idea what to do. Youngjae, that tempting omega, just waltzed into Jaebum’s life, out of nowhere, and disrupted his routine. Jaebum was used to not having ruts or infatuations with anybody. But for some odd reason, his body responded to Youngjae and his advance. It was scary and Jaebum felt like he was going through puberty all over again.

And Jaebum wasn't gone from work for any old reason. He had his first rut in his college career that weekend.

He should’ve saw it coming, when he spent that first day with the omega. His mind was going into overdrive and he didn’t know what to say or do or how to act. It was hard for him to keep focus and have proper conversation (which was hard enough for him already), his body felt tired not in a way that he wanted to just lay down and never get up; but more like, suddenly, there was a part of him that was taken away. It’s an odd feeling he’d never felt before, but it stuck with him all the way until his inevitable rut.

Whether said rut was caused by Youngjae or not, Jaebum would never admit to anyone (including Jinyoung and Jackson, no matter how much they teased) that he thinks it was the omega.

“Is he still avoiding you?” Jinyoung looked at Jaebum over his mug. It was two fridays after he had his conversation with Youngjae. The pack had just finished breakfast and were starting their day. He took today off, unpaid, to not have to deal with the tension at work for a day. Jaebum was beginning to feel restless at work as the days dragged on. He needed some time away from Youngjae.

“Yeah, I guess,” Jaebum sighed. He was kinda tired of Youngjae being the center of his own attention, but he and Jinyoung and Jackson had just made it a habit since his perfectly timed rut. “I don’t know what to do, Jinyoung. I really don’t.”

Jinyoung made a thinking face, sitting his mug down on the island they sat at. “I think you keep forgetting that you were the one that stormed off, this time. I wouldn’t wanna talk to you either if I were him.”

“But I don’t think he should be so… I don’t know, standoff-ish? It’s like he pretends I don’t even exist.”

“And? Maybe it’s because it’s just you and the situation. You’ve both had the tendency to just escape without listening to each other.” Jaebum thought about it for a moment, what the omega had just said. Jinyoung was right. Their last two full conversations ended with either of them running off and not actually getting any resolve.

Jaebum couldn’t disagree. Jinyoung had a point. “So what do I do? He won’t listen,” Jaebum huffed the last part, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “If he would just not avoid me, life would be so much easier.”

“When you came back, you were saying life would be easier if he had just avoided you.”

“Because it would have been,” Jinyoung cringed at Jaebum’s words. “It seems like I’m the only one struggling. Like I said, it’s like I don’t even exist to him- and I can’t stand it that it actually bothers me.”

“How do you know he’s not bothered? Have you talked to him?”

“No…”

“That’s what I thought,” Jinyoung got up from his stool, set his cup in the sink and headed towards the kitchen exit. “Don’t decide his feelings for him. Invite him out somewhere- that way it doesn’t feel like he has to talk to you.”

Jaebum furroweed his eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

Jinyoung huffed and looked at his watch. “Oh my goddess,” He closed his eyes in annoyance. “It will feel like he has more of a choice and just be more easygoing- something I learned in my psychology class.” Jinyoung made way to the shoe rack, trading his slippers for an old pair of sneakers.

“Didn’t you drop that class, like, as soon as you saw it on your schedule? Which was like, what, three hundred years ago?” Jaebum only received a glare for his sarcasm. Jaebum began to laugh, the moment interrupted by an upset looking Yugyeom.

He stomped into kitchen, huffing in annoyance with his arms crossed. It was silent as two older wolves waited for Yugyeom’s next move. All the beta did was look back and forth between them, expecting them to get it. Jaebum glanced at Jinyoung questioningly, who looked back at him with the same amount of confusion.

Yugyeom let out a groan in frustration, “Aren’t you guys gonna ask me what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong, Yugyeom?”

“Bambam is being mean. He locked me out of our room,” the beta rolled his eyes at his hyungs when neither of them gave any reaction. “It’s my room, too, hyungs. Tell him to let me in my room.”

An actual child, that beta.

Both Jinyoung and Jaebum let out breaths of disbelief. It was a childish reason for Yugyeom to get upset about when he could handle the situation himself. But, Jaebum and Jinyoung both knew it went deeper than that.

Bambam had his first heat away from home a month ago. It came suddenly, unexpected, and unapologetic. Bambam was basically delirious, saying and doing things he wouldn’t have done in his normal state (even if he was crazy as hell normally, but this heat was another level). At some point, it had gotten so bad for the omega, Jinyoung had to rush him to the hospital when his moans turned to growls of pain.

And while all of this was going on, Yugyeom had no idea. As far as he knew, Bambam was just gone for a couple days (Really he was in the basement where they decided would the place for heats and ruts to be rode out). Jaebum was thankful he was a beta and wasn’t as susceptible to scents like alphas and omegas. He had no clue what was happening the first day when Bambam rushed into the house, slick staining his jeans and running down his legs, seeking out a knot from one of his alphas. And it’s not that Yugyeom didn’t know about heats, but he just didn’t remember that they existed. Bambam took suppressants, so this didn’t happen often, if not at all.

But it did, and Bambam was embarrassed.

He took to locking out his best friend from their room, not letting anyone in except Jinyoung, or if it was absolutely necessary.

“Just leave him alone today, gyeomie,” Jaebum waved Jinyoung, letting him know he would deal with this and he can go. “He’s going through a rough time, right now. He’ll be good soon.” Jaebum rubbed his shoulders, comfortingly.

“It’s been a month! Did something happen while he was gone or something?”

Yes.

“Nothing major. I promise he’ll be better.” Yugyeom looked at Jaebum with hope in his eyes. The beta wasn’t emotional, but he loved his best friend and always went a little soft for Bambam.

“Sure.” Yugyeom’s shoulder visibly slumped. He walked away to the living room, plopping on the couch. Jaebum watched him for a second, waiting for some type of action.

“Aaaahh!” The beat let out in frustration.

Now Jaebum could walk away.

“Hello?” Youngjae’s voice came through the phone.

Jaebum had been staring at his phone for a solid hour, contemplating whether he should call the number. He may or may not have gone through a couple obstacles to get said omega’s number.

He’ll take it to the grave how he got Youngjae’s number.

“Youngjae?” No fucking duh, Jaebum. You know this is his him.

“Who is this?”

“Uhm, It’s Jaebum.”

“Oh.”

Jaebum knew what he wanted to say (that whole hour gave him a lot of time to go over his lines), but now that he was actually talking to Youngjae, he couldn’t speak at all.

“Why did you call?” The alpha was thankful Youngjae pushed the phone call forward.

“I was wondering if you, uh, wanted to meet somewhere.” He had almost said date. This was not a date. It was two co-workers meeting outside of work; it was normal.

The line was silent for a moment. Jaebum made some weird faces, muted his side of the call, twitched out for second as his nerves were all over the place, and relaxed. When he returned the phone to his ear, his side unmuted, he caught the last part of Youngjae’s reply.

“… I’ll meet you there.”

Oh shit. “Yea, okay. Do you wanna meet at that park near the main campus?”

“Sure. When?”

“In an hour, I guess? Is that cool?”

“It’s fine. I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.”

Was this a date?

Jaebum was at the park thirty minutes after he hung up with Youngjae. He quickly made sure the rest of his pack (read: Bambam and Yugyeom) would be fine for the next couple hours; because who knows how long he would actually spend with Youngjae. Well, at least Jaebum was hoping they spent more time together today than just a simple meet up at the park.

Youngjae was hoping the same, too.

He was definitely not expecting the unknown number calling his phone to be Jaebum- but sure enough, it was. If he would’ve known, he didn’t know if he would’ve answered or not. In all honesty, he probably would answer.

Of course, as soon as the call was over, he ran into Mark’s room, jumping on his bed- Coco following him, excitedly.

“Mark! Wake up!”

“What do you want, Youngjae. It’s too damn early.”

“Jaebum called me. He called me! Like…whaaat?”

Mark had to hold back saying ‘I know’.

“What did he say?”

“He wants to meet! In an hour… wait! I gotta get ready! Wish me luck, hyung. Oh, and, I’m taking the car.” Youngjae was out of Mark’s room before he could protest.

Now, Youngjae was in their car waiting for the timer on his phone to mark that the hour was up. He wanted to be on time, but he didn’t want to come off eager.

He was still a little upset with Jaebum for running off last time, but their situation was constantly on his mind. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was all kinda childish. The whole reason why they had friction in the first place was because of Jaebum turning down a blowjob- which Youngjae never gave the chance for Jaebum to explain his side. And that was what Youngjae decided he would address today. It was time they cleaned up their act.

The timer beeped. Youngjae took one last look at himself in his overhead mirror. “Fighting.”

Youngjae didn’t have to walk around the park for long to spot Jaebum sitting on a bench, in front of the small river in the center of the park. The omega cracked his knuckles, wiped his hands on his dusty pink hoodie. He approached the bench, very slowly. Youngjae would prolong this as long as he could.

He knows it might still be a little weird, but Youngjae was still, no matter what, deeply infatuated with the alpha.

“Jaebum-hyung.” He greeted as he sat down next to him on the bench. “Hey.” He smiled back.

Goddess, Youngjae swore Jaebum could never ever look bad. Even in simple denim jeans and a white t-shirt, Jaebum was the absolute sexiest.

“Wait… did you call me hyung?” Jaebum teased. Youngjae hadn’t even realized that he had said that, but he was glad Jaebum was being light hearted.

“Sorry,” The omega laughed, lightly. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“No. It’s fine. I was hoping that we could actually be more casual, I guess.”

Youngjae relaxed a little at that. He was relieved the alpha wanted the same thing out of this meeting as he did. This would go that much smoother. “I was hoping the same thing.”

Jaebum leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, hands folded together. “I should start by saying sorry.”

Youngjae wanted to be the one to say sorry first. But he nodded for Jaebum to continue.

“I guess a good start would be that night-“

“Don’t worry about that. I’m over it.” Youngjae interrupted. That whole entire evening was a thing of the past. It was just a bad first meeting, and that was all Youngjae’s fault; he knew this.

“Okay… are you sure?” Jaebum looked at Youngjae, with the same caring eyes as he did that night. “I’m okay with taking some fault for how it went. I was the one who rejected you.”

“Well, What would you have done differently? Let some random omega you don’t know personally suck you off at your pack mates party? You telling me ‘no’ was the sensible thing to do.” Youngjae said.

Jaebum thought for a moment. “You’re right.”

“I know.” The younger smiled.

“But I still need to apologize, then, for a couple weeks ago. When you tried to sit me down but I ran out on you.” Jaebum looked back at the lake, as if he was talking to himself. Youngjae started to wonder if this really was as hard for Jaebum as it was himself.

“Yeah.” Youngjae leaned forward to match Jaebum. He tilted his head until he was looking straight into the alpha's eyes. Jaebum met his eyes. “Sit up.”

Jaebum sat up. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk or listen. Especially when you were trying to resolve this problem.”

“Why were you missing that week? That’s all I wanted to know.”

Jaebum could remembered now how Youngjae had worried about him, but Jaebum had given a rude response. He grimaced at his past self.

“I… I don’t know how to explain it.” How does he explain that he went to an unexpected rut? And that Youngjae himself may or may not have been the reason for said rut?

“Is it like… personal? Like, really, really personal?” Youngjae pressed.

“Not exactly. It was just a lot. Unexpected.”

The omega furrowed his eyebrows. “Did someone pass away?”

“No.”

“If it’s embarrassing: don’t be,” Youngjae places his hand on Jaebum’s shoulder. “I mean… I offered you a blowjob our first time meeting outside a professional setting.” The omega joked. It earned a genuine smile from Jaebum. Youngjae wished he could take a photo of him at that moment. Jaebum was just so damn handsome.

“You got me there,” Jaebum took a deep breath in. Saying he was in rut wasn’t the hard part. It was his own inner conflict. It was embarrassing to him only because of the reason (which did not include Youngjae. Nope not at all). “I went into a rut.”

“Isn’t that normal? Why would you be embarrassed about that?”

“It’s not normal for me,” Jaebum avoided the omegas second question. “I don’t get ruts every month. I’m lucky if I get one a year.”

“Really?” To say Youngjae was shocked was an understatement. One, was that really possible? An alpha not having a monthly rut? Impossible. Two, why now? What triggers his annual ruts?

“Yeah. I don’t know. It’s weird and pretty undesirable.”

Youngjae would beg to differ.

“Hyung,” Youngjae scolded. “You are one of most handsome and eligible alpha on campus.”

“How eligible am I if I can’t even do the one thing that makes me who I am?” The alpha sounded frustrated, and almost like he didn’t mean say that. This meeting was suddenly getting personal and Jaebum didn’t know if he was ready.

“Your biology doesn’t make you, you. Who you are is decided by you.”

Jaebum ran his hand through his hair, scoffing. This was not a conversation Jaebum wanted to have. It would only lead to the darker parts of his life and thoughts. He wouldn’t put Youngjae in that position.

No. He couldn’t.

“Sure,” Jaebum was over this. He wanted to hang out with Youngjae, for real. The omega seemed cool, and even though he wasn’t in touch with his biology like he wanted, Jaebum could acknowledge that it was quite coincidental his (usually random and sporadic) rut came just after he met Youngjae. “Do you wanna go and eat? There’s this Thai deli Bambam always goes to- we could go there, if you want.”

Youngjae’s ears and cheeks went red. This is a date. It may not be a direct one, but Youngjae would count this as a date no matter what.

“Yea. I’d like that.”

This chapter wasn’t all I wanted it to be but whatever. I wanted to introduce the rest of Got7 into the story, but it didn’t happen how I originally planned it lmao BUT I hope youguys enjoyed :))))

stay filthy xx

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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wingwomen ch3 (trixya, shalaska) - lale

A/N: thank you so much for all of the kind words about the first 2 parts!!! There should be 5 chapters overall, so look out for more later in the week! :)

Bozo: I’m sorry about yesterday! 😢

Bozo: Sharon was super mean to me, though. I didn’t even get past hi!

Queen of the snakes: just drop it, trix, it’s fine. Katya made it pretty clear that sharon hates all the cheerleaders, you and me included

Bozo: 😡

Bozo: im gonna talk to her again! i’ve got your back!!!

Queen of the snakes: how many cups of coffee have you had this morning??

Bozo: im serious! i don’t like it that she doesn’t like us. We’re awesome!

Queen of the snakes: so humble, so demure

Bozo: stfu

Bozo: love u

Queen of snakes: that’s gay

Queen of snakes: love you too, loser

Alaska slid into her seat in social studies, unable to get Sharon Needles off her mind. It wasn’t like she’d been under the impression that Sharon liked her – she wasn’t delusional. But knowing that Sharon hated them enough to refuse to even talk to Trixie? That had taken her by surprise. She and Trixie came as a pair, everyone knew that. If you hated Trixie, you hated Alaska.

She couldn’t stand the thought that Sharon hated her. It made her heart hurt.

“Privyet, Alaskaaaa,” Katya said cheerfully, pulling Alaska out of her own head.

“Hieee,” she said, trying to sound happier than she felt.

“Something is wrong?” Katya said, perching on the edge of Alaska’s desk. She was three for three on crazy outfits: today’s comprised of a skin tight dress that, Alaska realized when she looked at it closely, was covered in knives, and a red and black baseball cap.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I’m good,” Alaska assured her. She liked Katya a lot already; she was funny and kind. She’d made fun of Trixie for her immediate crush, but it seemed that Katya was deserving of her friend’s attention.

“I see you at cheerleaders practice yesterday. You and Barbie stand at back whole time. How come?”

“Oh, we don’t do any of the real cheerleading. Alyssa and her minions do the tricks and stuff, Trixie I stand at the back and shout. Sometimes we get to lift them up, though,” Alaska explained, snorting with laughter.

“You like other cheerleader girls?” Katya asked, twirling her long, messy hair around her fingers.

“Yeah! Did you have cheerleaders at your old school in Russia?”

“No. We had mascot bear.”

“A real one?” Alaska asked skeptically. Katya raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at her. A few moments passed and Alaska realized she wasn’t going to get a response. “Anyway…all the girls are really nice. It’s not like all the movies make them out to be, they’re cool.”

“Maybe I will be cheerleader,” Katya said loftily, slowly extending her leg up high in front of her.

“Hey! You totally could be, you know,” Alaska said. Trixie would love that.

“Ah, I am not cool girl enough.” Alaska snorted at that.

“We’re not cool! Not me and Trixie, anyway.”

“Of course you are! Do not be stupid,” Katya said dismissively.

“Is that what Sharon says?” Alaska said, trying and failing to keep a note of bitterness out of her voice. Katya looked at her thoughtfully.

“Da. She does not like cheerleaders.”

“I know. She thinks we’re all bitches,” Alaska said miserably.

“She told Barbie to fuck off. So rude. I tell her, do not worry,” Katya said, giving her hand a quick pat-pat.

“Trixie’s the furthest thing from a bitch. She’s the nicest person in the world, really,” Alaska said. She wasn’t even saying it just to try to big Trixie up to Katya. Trixie was sarcastic as hell but that was just her sense of humour. Her best friend had the biggest, kindest heart underneath it all.

“You love her a lot,” Katya said.

“She’s been my best friend since we started high school – since cheerleading tryouts, actually. She was the first person I came out to,” Alaska told her.

“She runs your gay club, yes?” Katya said.

“LGBT, yeah. You wanna come along sometime?” Alaska asked, realizing that they’d never even considered the possibility that Katya might be straight.

“Maybe. I could bring Sharon?” Katya asked. Alaska felt heat rise in her cheeks.

“You think she’d come?” Katya grinned slyly.

“I make her,” she promised.

***

Yesterday, Sharon’s attitude had shocked Trixie into silence, but today she was determined to get a conversation out of her. She’d avoided sitting next to her in class, not wanting to end up in the same situation, but she hovered by the door when class ended and pounced when Sharon reached her.

“Sharon!” she said, falling into step with her. Sharon jumped slightly, then shot Trixie a wary look.

“What do you want?” she asked. Trixie grinned. An actual sentence out of her that wasn’t ‘fuck off’ – success!

“I just want to say hello.”

“Well, hello. Is that it?” Sharon said, peeling off down the hallway towards her locker. Trixie followed her, staying by her side.

“Look, I know you think I’m a bitch. I don’t know why, but—”

“You don’t know why? Please,” Sharon cut in, snorting.

“I don’t! Come on, you can’t hate me just because I’m a cheerleader,” Trixie protested.

“I can,” Sharon said, swinging her locker door open. Trixie had to step aside quickly to stop it hitting her in the face.

“We’ve never even talked before! Do you not see how ridiculous this is?” Trixie said, putting her hands on her hips.

“I don’t know why you care,” Sharon said.

“Because it’s stupid! You hate us because you think we’re judging you, but you’re the only one judging anyone,” Trixie said, exasperated. She wanted to be a good wingwoman, and a good friend to Alaska, but Sharon was making it so hard!

Sharon paused at that, her hand hovering over a battered textbook in her locker.

“So, what? You want to be my friend?” she said, sounding skeptical.

“Yes!” Trixie replied, beaming at her. “Look, let’s start from the beginning. I’m Trixie,” she said, thrusting a hand out towards her.

“Oh my god, you’re like an old person,” Sharon said, shutting her locker door and ignoring her hand. She turned away from Trixie, heading towards the cafeteria.

“Why don’t you have lunch with us? Me and Alaska?” she offered. This would be perfect! Alaska could talk to Sharon, and hopefully Katya would follow Sharon. Trixie would actually get to meet her! She blushed at the mere idea of it.

“Maybe another day. You’re a bit…much,” Sharon said, looking Trixie up and down. Trixie huffed. She’d heard it before, that she could be full on when people first got to know her, but that was just how she was. She wore her heart on her sleeve and didn’t play games – it was part of what had upset her about the thought that Sharon had decided they were bitches.

“Tomorrow?” she pressed.

“Maybe,” Sharon said, non-committal.

“I’ll ask you tomorrow,” Trixie promised.

“If you have to.”

“I do!” Trixie replied cheerfully.

***

Her last period class had let out late, and by the time Katya had tossed her books into her locker Sharon had already disappeared from her usual haunt nearby where they would meet. She headed outside, smiling when she saw her friend sitting on the grass as usual.

“How are cheerleader girls doing?” she asked, flopping down to sit beside her. She rummaged in her pocket for her cigarettes, cursing when she couldn’t find her lighter.

“I have no idea what you mean. I don’t care how they’re doing,” Sharon insisted. Katya rolled her eyes, putting a hand on Sharon’s arm.

“Still,” she warned, putting her cigarette between her lips. She leaned in, pressing the tip of it against Sharon’s lit one in her mouth. She inhaled sharply, then grinned when her own cigarette lit easily.

“Smart,” Sharon said, sounding impressed.

“I am woman of many skills,” Katya said, shrugging. She looked over at the cheerleaders, unable to hold back a laugh when she saw that Alaska and Trixie were staring at them, open mouthed. She waved, laughing even more when Trixie immediately flushed bright red and forcibly turned Alaska around to face away from them.

“Did Alaska talk to you again today?” Sharon asked.

“I talk to her! Definitely not bitch,” Katya said. “She invite us to their gay club!” Sharon groaned.

“Not their dumb LGBT club. Jesus, why would we go to that?”

“To talk to pretty girls who also like girls?” Katya said, raising an eyebrow at her. “You don’t know how lucky you are! In Russia, we have to guess who like girls, and be ready to run very fast if you are wrong!”

“You’re full of shit,” Sharon said, tapping the ash from her cigarette next to Katya’s leg.

“Is true! I swear,” Katya insisted. She looked over at the cheerleaders again, hoping for a good view of Trixie’s ass now that they were facing away from them. God bless America and their tight cheerleading uniforms.

The girls were all talking, two in the middle of what seemed like a heated argument.

“They’re always fighting. I don’t know how Trixie can say cheerleaders aren’t bitchy when those two spend all their time at each other’s throats,” Sharon said.

“You talk to Barbie?” Katya said, grinning. Sharon acted tough, but Katya knew that a softer, warmer person lay underneath the exterior she put on. It would be good for her to make friends with more people – besides, if Alaska talked to Trixie, maybe she could put in a good word for Katya.

“Yeah. I guess she’s not completely awful,” Sharon conceded begrudgingly.

Over with the cheerleaders, Alaska and Trixie were talking heatedly. They were too far away for Katya to hear what they were saying, but they kept glancing over at her and Sharon. Trixie shoved Alaska towards them, giving her a pointed look. To Katya’s surprise, Alaska tossed her long hair over her shoulder and walked towards them, pom poms dangling by her sides as she held onto them loosely.

“Hieee,” she said, hovering awkwardly in front of them. There was a moment of silence, and Katya looked over at Sharon. She was staring at her lap, two spots of pink colouring her pale cheeks. Katya rolled her eyes, then grinned at Alaska.

“Come, sit! Cigarette?” she said, waving her pack towards Alaska.

“Oh, uh…sure,” she said, looking kind of stricken as she took a cigarette. Sharon was still silently staring at her lap, cigarette clamped between her teeth. Well, Katya was going to take matters into her own hands if Sharon wasn’t even going to talk to her.

“We have no lighter. Sharon, help her light!” she said, waving a hand imperiously between the two of them.

“What?” Alaska said, looking surprised.

“What,” Sharon echoed, words slightly muffled around her cigarette. “You can do it!”

“No, mine is finished,” Katya said cheerfully, stubbing out her cigarette in the grass. Sharon glared at her for a moment, then sighed.

“C’mere,” she said gruffly to Alaska, leaning in towards her. Alaska, face flushed, mirrored her. Sharon pressed the tips of her cigarettes together, and Alaska reached to steady herself with a hand on Sharon’s thigh. Katya beamed proudly, glancing over at Trixie. She was watching them too, and she grinned back at Katya. Katya winked at her, then laughed as Trixie immediately blushed red.

“So cute,” she murmured to herself.

“What?” Sharon said, pulling back when Alaska’s cigarette was lit.

“Nothing!” Katya chirped. Alaska inhaled on her cigarette, then burst into a coughing fit. “Always happens first time,” Katya assured her fondly, patting her hand.

“It’s not my first time!” Alaska protested, looking embarrassed.

“Sure is not,” Katya said, tone indulgent as she took out another cigarette. She reached over for Sharon’s bag, rummaging in it until she found her lighter.

“I just wanted to come over to say that you guys should have lunch with us tomorrow,” Alaska said, cigarette dangling from her fingers.

“Yes!” Katya said, just as Sharon said, “No.” Katya glared at her. “Yes!” she insisted.

“Great!” Alaska said, while Sharon mouthed ‘I hate you’ at Katya from over her shoulder. Katya stuck her tongue out at her, grinning.

“Alaska!” one of the cheerleaders shouted, stepping towards them.

“Shit,” she murmured, dropping her cigarette. Katya picked it up, carefully stubbing out the end and tucking the rest back into the pack. No point wasting a good cigarette. “I’ve gotta go. Lunch tomorrow?” Alaska said as she stood up. Katya looked over at Sharon pointedly.

Sharon sighed. “Sure,” she said reluctantly. Alaska beamed, then turned to jog back towards the cheerleaders.

“See you tomorrow!” she called over her shoulder.

Katya gave Sharon a triumphant grin. “Sharon and Alaskaaaa sitting in tree…” she sung to herself, taking a deep drag of her cigarette. She was the best friend ever!

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viralhottopics · 8 years ago

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A Definitive Ranking Of 2000s Rom Coms

Although people who peaked in high school like to act poetic about how great the 2000s were, they werent actually any better than the present day. I mean, it was a time when Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake wore matching denim outfits in public and nobody carted them off to an insane asylum.

But Im prepared to make a concession on two points: 1) At least we werent under the administration of a sentient slime mold wearing a bad wig. 2) The 2000s were a golden age for romantic comedies, mostly thanks to Judy Greers tireless efforts to play every heroines best friend. Plus, only like half the jokes were sexist, and there was about an 80% chance pre-pretentious Matthew McConaughey would show up.

Obviously, a betch has to be picky about her rom-comssome are shitty in a good way, but others are best avoided in case someone catches you watching them. To guide your Netflix viewings, here’s a totally objective list of 00s rom coms. If you disagree, which Im sure everyone will, please note that Im not actually forcing you to watch these movies; Im just saying that if you regularly watch any of the bottom five, you have terrible taste.

14.

is considered a modern classic by two groups of people. 1) men in their late 20s with a crush on Natalie Portman and a thriving quarter-life crisis and 2) 8th graders in 2004 under the assumption that any movie that features a Shins track in its soundtrack is automatically deep. To everyone else, its a film about self-absorbed white people whining about their lives until theyre magically fixed by the power of mixtapes. There are approximately a zillion issues with this film, beginning with Zach Braffs complete lack of expression and ending with the fact that you cant cure real depression by listening to The Shins, no matter how clearly superior the soundtrack is to anything else in this film. Worst of all, though, is the fact that Natalie Portman played a manic pixie dream girl so obnoxious I still dream about strangling her character sometimes. Padme deserves so much better.

13.

Im not saying romantic comedies have to make much sense, but s plot is mystifying. Matthew McConaugheys parents are tired of him living at home, so they call in a lady high class escort (Sarah Jessica Parker) whose job is literally seducing men into moving out of their parents basements and unceremoniously dumping them. Because that’s plausible, and not at all fucked up to force your son to fall in love with someone you’re paying. Ridiculous premise aside, you know a movie is terrible when famed nicegirl Zooey Deschanel is the best thing about it.

12. Monster-in-Law

In case you missed this one, and for your sake I hope you did, is about Jane Fonda inexplicably being terrible to Jennifer Lopez, who walks a lot of dogs and is engaged to Fondas son. That right there should tell you all you need to knowI cannot think of one movie that JLo was in that was anything above mild torture, and we’re supposed to root for her character why, exactly? If my son was engaged to a full-time dog walker you can best believe I’d do everything short of actual murder to put a stop to that bullshit.

11.

Im told some people love this movie, but Jesus fucking Christ, is it possible for the two main characters to be any more appalling? Here you have two assholes manipulating the shit out of each other and just generally acting psychotic, all to win a stupid bet with their friends. They really should call it “How To Act Like A Psychopath And Lose Your Dignity.”

10.

Not gonna lie, I fucking adored when I was an impressionable preteen. It had time travel! Mark Ruffalo! A makeover scene! Years later, the movie is still fun to watch, even if it is way too obsessed with the 80s, but the jokes are more cute than funny. Also, why would anyone allow their 13-year-old child to go to a sleepover hosted by a 30-year-old? That is … questionable to say the least. Not to mention Jennifer Garner’s character does a reverse transformation from a betch into a nicegirl and dumps her hot pro bf in favor of her formerly fat friend. Blah blah, true love, I don’t give a fuck. Tenth.

is close to being wrapped in cutesy narration, but it’s far superior. For one thing, it reintroduced the world to Joseph Gordon-Levitts dimples. For another, it manages to be a fairly realistic depiction of a shitty millennial relationship without being super fucking depressing. But thats also kind of the problemrom coms arent supposed to be realistic, theyre supposed to be clich and feel-good, and I don’t care what you say, Summer is a thot. I have literally stayed up at night mapping how she could have possibly met someone worthy of engagement a mere 118 days after she broke up with Tom, and only six days after attending a wedding as his guest (yes I did the mathI told you; this movie keeps me up at night). No matter how you slice it, she had to have cheated on somebody.

Full disclosure: As a Southern betch, Im stoked that takes place right next door. (Dear Hollywood: An entire country exists between New York and LA.) But even though it features Patrick Dempsey as the other man, Josh Lucas with a dreamy Southern accent, and Reese Witherspoon, there are still some issues. Mainly, WTF WERE YOU THINKING, MELANIE? Did you really dump your future president fianc for your secret redneck husband just so “the first boy you kissed could also be your last”? I’ve heard of trying to keep your number down, but damn if this isn’t some delusional shit.

Everyone on planet Earth can relate to having a batshit crazy family, and thats exactly what makes appealing. The two leads are fine, considering they’re not Kate Hudson or Matthew McConaughey, but the extended family is everyones favorite part of the movie. Honestly the most memorable moment to come out of this movie is the “put some Windex on it”pretty good deal for Windex, not so much for the people who actually starred in the movie. However, it does get points for the memorable line: “The man may be the head of the household, but the woman is the neck and she can turn the head any way she pleases.”

The plot is pretty flimsy (a Canadian businesswoman has to marry her assistant to avoid deportation) but everyone loves a story where the couple starts out hating each other and eventually falls in love. The cast is what makes this movie pure rom com gold: Sandra Bullock, Ryan Reynolds, and Betty fucking White, who gifted us with the infamous Native American dance scene. Basically, it’s predictable but ridiculous, making it better than some of the other garbage movies on this list.

Admittedly, is probably to blame for some of the chubby man-child/beautiful, svelte woman couplings we see in the media that give men unrealistic beauty expectations (of the types of women they can expect to date), otherwise known as The Beyonc/Jay Z Phenomenon. But whatevs. Its a good movie. Seth Rogen has that whole dad bod thing going onapparently a thing some people are intoand Katherine Heigl was at the top of her rom com game before she pissed off the entire cast of .is actually hilarious, which is enough to make up for the fact that Katherine Heigl appears in it.

Even aside from my undeniable crush on youthful Sandra Bullock, is a quintessential early-2000s romantic comedy. Allow me to explain. 1) It stars an ambitious career woman who dont need no man. 2) But she kind of wants one anyway, and everyone realizes what a catch she is when she puts on lipstick and a dress. 3) Did I mention its plot is literally an extended makeover scene as Bullock goes from bad ass FBI agent to bad ass beauty pageant contestant? I rest my case. Add in some cute female friendships and a scene in which Bullock teaches us how to fend off an attacker, and its basically required viewing every year.

You had to know was going to make the list despite this amazing take-down article of why it’s actually terrible. With approximately a bajillion storylines going on, its hard not to find one you like and get invested, and it doesnt hurt that the film features every well-known British actor under the sun. Im not sure how the movie manages to juggle all the different plots without being confusing and/or boring, but Im not gonna question it. However, this shit is TOO FUCKING LONG. If I have to pop an Adderall just to make it through a damn movie (which I do), you need to send your editors back to the drawing board.

is the perfect example of a rom com thats super clich in theory, but in practice, its so fucking heartwarming it doesnt even matter (ugh). Katherine Heigl plays ultimate nicegirl Jane (in case the fact that her name is “Jane” wasn’t enough of a clue), whos been part of 27 weddings and miraculously hasnt gone broke from buying all the bridesmaid dresses. The dudes are pretty forgettable, but Janes psychotic sister and slutty best friend totally steal the spotlight, elevating the film to truly betchy heights.

P.S. For once, James Marsden plays the leading man, so his preternaturally perfect face gets more screen time, #bless.

Bridget Joness Diary is the ultimate feel-good movie, as in its literally impossible to watch it without feeling your icy soul thaw ever so slightly at the end. The titular character starts out fat, single, and past the age of 30, so basically our worst nightmare. By the end, though, she manages to bang Hugh Grant and Colin Firth, land a better job, and become a self-described wanton sex goddess. If those arent your life goals, you clearly need to start your own self-help journey.