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serendipityjxmn · 4 years ago

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Mr. President

Chapter 20

TW: Explicit violence, mentions of guns, drugs trafficking, gory killing scene

Words Count: 3k

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At first, you’re more like a property to him. He learned that the only way he can keep something or someone around for a long time, is if he treats them like a property. Because human’s feelings change, and he needs to protect himself from hurting.

Everything that he’s told you, the reason behind the marriage, the purpose of you are all true.

He needs to marry anyway, as one of the stupid ancient condition his old father has set and he knows his father had set it to make him stay grounded.

He scoffs, wondering why his father doesn’t learn from his past mistakes. And that’s why he’s made a plan on his own, to marry someone without a powerful background, one he can easily dispose when it’s time, one who won’t be a liability to him. A tool.

And now that tool is missing. He pinches his temple, eyes shut close. He’s alone in his office, late at night because he doesn’t sleep well these days.

Since his wife had packed her bags, left him and gone missing.

He sighs thinking about the last argument he had with you. It’s your own fault for building castles in the air and mistaking those as his genuine gesture and fall in love with him. And he realises that because he is not stupid. And during that one night, he sees you, fully sees you and he can’t deny the desire it stirred in his mind. This may be a temporary marriage but it doesn’t mean that he can’t touch you. After all, you are his wife. He knows you are beautiful, he’d known it since the first day because he isn’t blind. Yet he knows he can’t touch you without your consent. Although he did slip up because he tends to lose his vigilance around you. And that’s how he came up with another proposal.

Yet the proposal took a very different turn and became your last straw to leave him.

He couldn’t believe that you’re stupid enough to fall in love with him. Don’t you fear him? You know he’s dangerous yet you still confess your love to him and he doesn’t know whether to worship you at your feet or spanks you for it.

He’s never led you on and has never failed to remind what you are to him, simply an object yet you still fall for him.

He lets out another heavy sigh. Because frankly, he doesn’t know what to do. All of these aren’t supposed to happen and you’re not supposed to love him.

He had put up barriers and boundaries around himself and that’d made it very hard for anyone to simply approach him. People don’t approach him unless they want something from him and he’s well aware of it because he knows how the world works. Not to mention the fact that he’s the leader of the biggest mafia gang, notorious for all sorts of services they offer; machinery, assassinations, bribery, illegal weaponry, drugs trafficking and namely everything else. That had made it a billion times more difficult for anyone to approach or him to let anyone in.

And you’re well aware of it.

But you still fall for him.

He just doesn’t get it; how you’re able to fall for him despite knowing who he is and what he’s capable of.

He scoffs thinking how he could easily kill you. You’re too soft, weak and fragile.

Yet you still fall for him.

Despite knowing how easily he could kill you.

And without asking for anything in return.

And Jimin doesn’t find that believable at all. And at the face of such genuine adoration, he doesn’t know what to do. Because who on earth would be stupid enough to do that?

But you did. You are his stupid wife.

And that makes it even easier to kill you, not just by him. And the thought of anyone laying a finger on you angers him. It makes him want to kill someone. Tear their limbs one by one. Burn them alive. There’s just too many options.

But first he has to find you.

He sighs, for the hundredth time. You’re such a headache.

And that’s when his phone rings. A call from a private number.

“If it isn’t Y/N’s beloved husband..”

Jimin could feel his whole body tensing. “Who are you?”

The person from the other end laughs. “Damn, I need to come find you more often so you’d remember. You beat me into a pulp before.. and now I want leverage. You think you can just take my sister for free?“

Jimin’s hand clamp in a tight fist. “Jay.”

“You remember.. not bad. You see, when you take my little sister, you’ve caused me some complications. You can say she’s my source of income. She’s a pretty slut, no denying that. And I could’ve earned fortunes from selling her off. And you-“

“How much do you want?” Jimin cuts him off.

“Ah.. you’re a smart man.” He laughs before his tone turns serious again. “100 million won would do. For now. And don’t bullshit me saying you don’t have money or whatever. I know you have that much.”

“Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll text you the time and place. And don’t think of calling the police or bring your little friends. I have someone powerful backing me. She’s my little sister, but I’m not gonna hesitate to do anything if you don’t listen to my words. Right, little sister?”

A shrieking scream piercing through the phone is the last thing Jimin hears before Jay hangs up. Jimin’s whole body filled with rage and he grips his phone so tight it almost breaks into two.

“He’s not gonna come...” you slur, your vision not entirely clear and your swollen lips making it hard to enunciate words once Jay finishes his phone call to your husband.

“We’ll see about that bitch. And if he doesn’t.. count your time now..” he says in full malicious tone.

You don’t know how long you’ve been knocked out again but you wake up when you hear commotions.

“And the knight is finally here.” You hear your brother’s voice.

You struggle to focus on your vision. Your whole body freezes when your husband comes into view.

There’s no way Jimin’s here.

Perhaps it’s just a hallucination.

It’s a whole level of pathetic, you think. Because even when you’re in this state, he’s all you could see.

Perhaps you’re really nearing the end of your life, and your mind conjures whatever it desperately wants the most.

“Clara, what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” The person hisses.

And it’s weird because it’s your husband’s voice.

You blink several times.

And there really is your husband, walking into the warehouse alone. He can’t had possibly willingly walks into a lion’s den alone like that? It’s like a death wish.

Clara turns immediately as soon as she sees Jimin. “Ah.. Jimin.. my Jimin..”

Someone comes and pushes Jimin forward and makes him sit on a chair and tie his hands on his back.

You swallow thickly. You still can’t process the fact that your husband is here.

He finally turns to look at you and he stares at you for several moments, just taking in the sight of battered you covered in bruises and blood and you see the clench in his jaw.

You let out a gasp when the guy standing beside him takes out his gun and points the muzzle on the back of his head. You feel anger bubbling inside you at the sight of it.

Gathering all source of strength, you yell, “Leave my husband out of this Jay!”

Jay quickly steps forward and leaves a stinging slap on your cheek. “If you dare hurt him..” you start and earns another slap from him, making you whimper in pain. You cough several times, your throat feels like burning.

Jimin eyes you furiously. “Keep quiet. Don’t make any sound.” He says, jaw still clenched very tightly. “Clara, what the fuck is this? Why are you here?”

She comes and slowly sits on Jimin’s lap. You notice how he doesn’t flinch away or jerk from her touch. “Baby.. we’ve dealt for years.. good business, good sex. And then you’re suddenly married and you just.. I don’t know, changed?” She says as she runs her fingers across your husband’s cheek.

Jimin just glares at her. “Why did you help him?”

She runs her hand down from his cheeks to his jaw and then settles on his chest, palms flat against them. She shrugs then. “I don’t know.. you know I’m a little crazy. I like having fun. And things.. had been boring. Business is boring, you are boring.. and perhaps I’m trying to put you in place a little, you asshole.” She glares at him.

He gives a very murderous look. “I’m gonna make sure you regret this.”

She leans closer. “Awww shh baby.. I’m not gonna hurt your precious little wife..” and closer. You realize she’s about to kiss him and you hastily look away. You don’t want the last memory you have of your husband before you die is being kissed by another woman. She gets up from his lap, fingers still faintly brushing him everywhere. Then she smirks. “But maybe he will.” She laughs and then exits through the door.

“Did you come with what I ask for?” Jay asks and Jimin juts his chin towards a large black duffel bag on the floor beside him that you hadn’t realized. Jay grins. “Nice doing business with you.. brother in law.”

“Now let us go.” Jimin says.

Jay stops inspecting the money inside the bag and turns to look at him. “No, don’t think it’s that easy..” He signals something and one of his men comes forward. “See, perhaps you don’t really know my sister.. but let me tell you this. She is a fucking whore. And I’m gonna let her be a whore. And you.. you’re going to watch every single men here stick their dick into her pussy.”

Your whole body goes numb as soon as you hear that. Desperately, you glance at your husband. He doesn’t look at you but instead just stares at your brother. You’ve never seen him look so murderous before. Your eyes widen in panic when they pull you from the chair and then roughly push you till you’re kneeling on the floor on all four.

“J-Jimin-” you say, voice thick with desperation.

“Sshh.. shh little sister.. don’t worry.. perhaps your husband might even get hard from this. Don’t you want to please your husband?” Jay smirks.

You feel you eyes start to water when your brain reaches an end and think that there’s no way of escaping this.

He calls one of his men and several others starts to approach as well, all wearing the same look of lust. Jay grabs a handful of your hair and yank it backwards, forcing you to look up. “She’s all yours..”

The nearest guy smirks and licks his lips as he looks at you and starts to strip his pants. You look away immediately. You let out a cry when the guy kneels beside you and yanks your jeans down, exposing your bottom.

“No, no please, please-“ you start to beg and Jimin hisses.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He grits. “Don’t beg.”

You look at him and find him staring right back at you.

“Just look at me.” He says and fresh set of tears run down your cheeks.

The guy smacks your behind making you cry in pain and you almost collapse to the ground but he holds your waist firmly, groping each side harshly. Then, you feel a hand slides from your shoulder towards your throat and slowly starts choking you.

Your head starts to spin from the lack of air supply and you want to scream so badly but no words could come out. The pressure on your throat is so immense and your lung starts to ache.

Then you see a knife hovering in front of you.

A moment of realization hits you that you’re really about to die and it suddenly makes it so imperative that you tell something to Jimin.

“J-Jimin- I love-“

But before you could finish your words, you hear people bursting the doors open and people in suits come rushing in large quantity.

You try to focus your vision on your husband.

His face is calm. Too calm.

Your sight moves towards the crowd rushing in again and briefly sees Taeseok among them and a rush of relief runs through you. The guy choking you eases his grip on your throat instantly as he gets distracted and you feel like collapsing immediately as you struggle to breath again.

Everything happens so quickly. Someone rushes to your husband’s side and unties him and then he’s beside you instantly while someone else unties you. You try your best to glance behind you and sees Jungkook frantically untying you after fixing your clothes.

“Y/N oh my god-“

Jimin quickly shrugs his coat off his shoulder and immediately covers you. He looks at you as he holds you tight. His embrace is so warm and you just want to close your eyes and lean against him. “Keep your eyes open, we’re getting out of here.” He says roughly.

You’re not entirely sure with your vision but you think someone gives Jimin a gun and he starts shooting at people and you freeze, sounds blaring so loudly in your ear. You let out a strangled scream and you squirm away under his embrace that he looks down immediately. Then he looks at Jungkook.

“Jungkook.” He says and Jungkook nods and you feel yourself slipping out of Jimin’s hold while Jungkook brings you flush against him.

For a moment, there are just sounds of guns, people screaming and punches being thrown.

Jungkook pulls you to the side where it’s safer but you just can’t shut your eyes when there’s too many things going on. You then try to focus on your husband. He’s a good few metres away from you and you couldn’t clearly see the face of the other person but you think Jimin’s holding the guy that was going to rape you just now. And then he shoots him right in the head without thinking. And then another shot right at his chest even though the guy’s already crumbling to the ground, lifeless.

Someone then comes up and thrusts your brother to Jimin, making him kneel in front of your husband. You don’t see it before but you now notice that he’s holding a knife on his right hand. Jay’s expression turns horror as Jimin nears him. And then slowly, your husband carves his face with the knife as your brother’s inhuman shriek fills the warehouse.

Your eyes go wide with horror as you watch the traumatising scene unfolds. You feel a scream bubbling from deep inside your throat yet they’re unable to escape from your lips. Your throat somehow still feels constricted.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jungkook mutters and you realize his grip on your arms tightens.

It’s slowly getting more quiet in the warehouse as most of your brother’s or Clara Kim’s men are now dead as they were hugely outnumbered by Jimin’s people. You then realize that he’s taking his time with your brother.

“What did you say you’re about to do to my wife? Cut out her face?” He chuckles. “Let me show you the real art.”

He leans close.

And then he carves your brother’s right eye out while he shrieks in pain.

“This is for touching my wife.”

And then he carves the other one.

“This is for messing with me.”

The scream finally escapes your lips.

“Fuck-“ Jungkook says and quickly covers your eyes and mouth.

The screaming doesn’t stop for a few more minutes and you think you’ll remember your brother’s inhuman scream till the day you die.

“Jimin stop it. She’s gonna get a trauma.” You hear someone says. Jin..?

You hear footsteps approaching you and then suddenly, Jungkook’s hand is being yanked away and your husband’s face comes into view. His forehead beaded with sweat and his expression furious.

You look at him in horror, frankly still traumatised and terrified at him.

But he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he thrusts a gun into your hand. “Do you want to kill him?”

Your panic immediately and clutched his arm desperately. “No, no please- let’s just go-“

“Ssh.. ssh I’m here.” He takes back the gun. “And we’re gonna get out of here.” He pulls you into his embrace, cocks the gun and fire a shot straight into Jay’s head.

Your entire body freeze. You watch in horror as your brother’s life starts seeping out, his breathing ragged until finally.. it stops.

“Good God- did you really have to shoot him in front of Y/N?” You hear Namjoon says.

“What?” Jimin asks, confused.

“God, you’re so stupid sometimes Park Jimin.” Yoongi says roughly.

Your husband finally turns to look at you and registers the paleness of your face. “Y/N, you okay?” He asks and then makes you stand to your feet. He keeps his hand steady on your waist and you’re thankful because you can’t feel your feet at all.

You don’t know how but from the corner of your eyes, you see someone who’s lying on the floor slowly lifts a gun and your eyes widen when you realize he’s aiming at your husband.

One of Jimin’s bodyguard sees it too and moves to kick the gun away and he did- but not before the guy cocks the gun and all the bodyguard manages to do is change the target, because the bullet hits you instead.

You fell to the ground immediately when the bullet cuts through your shoulder. It’s weird because it hurts so much that you almost feel nothing at all.

Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees you.

For a brief moment, you think you see your whole life flashes by in your mind very quickly.

If you die right now at the hands of your husband.. that you’d fallen in love with.. it doesn’t seem so bad..

You smile.

Then slowly, you bring your hand up to Jimin’s face to touch him one last time.

And then everything blacks out.

A/N: I rarely write post chapter notes because I’m afraid it would destroy your emotions lol but I just wanna thank everyone who had given support since day 1.. the story would not have come this far without the kind words you guys gave me. I feel a little bit emotional because we’re almost more than halfway through with their journey.. haha okay I’ll stop here. see you guys in the next chap! 🥰

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Masked Windfall

Pairing— Park Jimin x reader x Jeon Jungkook

Genre— SMUT, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Switch!Jimin, Dom!Jungkook, Switch!reader, threesome, explicit unprotected and somewhat rough sex (stay safe my friends), double penetration (but like a bj and in your business at the same time? I’m bad with terminology I’m sorry), brief handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, a booty slap, praise kink, slight derogatory kink, brief guy on guy action, nipple play, hair pulling, lots of kissing, teasing, swearing, PHEW I think that’s all? Please let me know if I forgot something

Word Count— 6k

Win(d)fôl: a piece of unexpected good fortune || After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger.

A/N— Happy 2021~ I hope you guys enjoy this sinful fic! This was the first fic I ever wrote a threesome scene for and I was quite happy with how it turned out. Reviews and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Ever since your breakup, it was as if love was in the air for everyone but you. Seeing happy couples everywhere served as a constant reminder of your bitter split with your longtime boyfriend. Your jerk ex-boyfriend dumped you right before the holiday season, even after you had planned to spend Christmas and New Years’ with him. Left dejected and inconsolable, you gave up on the idea of romance.

“You gotta stop moping around,” your friend, Chungha, tried to cheer you up.

Chungha was single too, but by choice. Boys (and girls) were constantly flinging themselves at her. She didn’t care for a relationship at this time, and would rather opt for meaningless one night stands.

“Come with me tonight!” she excitedly shoved a flyer in your face.

“Love is Out, Lust is In! An exciting one night event dedicated to adventurous singles who just want to have fun…” you read the flyer aloud, “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“Girl, you gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself! It’s not your fault that that idiot dumped you. To be honest, I always thought you could do so much better,” Chungha rubbed your back, “I’m not gonna force you to meet anyone new, but one night out can’t hurt. You might even have a serendipitous encounter!”

“Fine, I’ll go. But just to watch over you, I don’t want some creep to follow you around all night,” you caved in.

“I love my little knight in shining armor! This’ll be so fun,” she excitedly clung onto your arm, “I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear something sexy! I think the motif is black? Something appropriate for an anti-lovey dovey stuff.”

It was nearly time for Chungha to pick you up. You concluded that dressing up for the first time in ages was the right move. Maybe it was about damn time to move on from your past.

“Ohhh girl you look amazing!” Chungha praised as you stepped outside, “There’s no way you WON’T be getting dicked down tonight.”

“Oh hush, before I change my mind. I haven’t worn anything this revealing in forever,” you tried to hide your embarrassment.

You were wearing a black mesh top that revealed your bra (the one that makes your boobs look the best of course) paired with a flattering skirt. You felt sexy, but you didn’t have the confidence that you used to. Chungha also looked amazing, but that was a given.

“Where did you learn about this event?” you asked as she drove.

“My friends in the cabaret club told me about it,” she answered.

“You have friends who work in a cabaret club? That’s cool,” you mused as you gazed out the window.

“Not exactly. It’s just called that; it’s really just a group of girls who like to brunch on the weekends. The place we’re going to is known for being a bit secretive,” she smiled.

“What does that mean?” you start to get anxious.

“You’ll see!” she said gleefully.

The venue looked more like some millionaire’s mansion. The property was stowed away at the end of a sketchy road that was more akin to a beaten up dirt path. However, you saw that the lot in front of the house was littered with fancy cars; from G Wagons to Bugattis. The guests emerging from the vehicles all looked like celebrities.

“Where the hell are we?” you asked Chungha.

“Not quite sure, but I can’t wait to find out,” she was also awestruck.

Upon arrival, a gentleman stationed at the entrance requested for your invitation. Chungha pulled out a fancy envelope and casually handed it to him. It looked far more formal than the flyer she showed you earlier.

“Is this your plus one?” he gruffly asked.

“Yep,” Chungha linked her arm in yours.

“Very well. Here are your masks. Enjoy your stay,” he responded curtly.

“Masks? Chungha, seriously. Where the hell are we? I was picturing some dingy club based off of the flyer you showed me. Not to mention that I am drastically underdressed,” you admitted as you helped her put on her mask.

Chungha took the sparkly white mask that was adorned with feathers, which was fitting since it made her look even more angelic. Your mask was matte black accented with gold trimmings. It was far more elegant than the outfit you were wearing.

“Okay, I confess. I made the flyer. I knew you’d decline if I told you it was actually a swanky invite only shindig. I’m sorry for lying! I just really wanted to take you out,” she pouted.

Her puppy dog eyes worked on you every time.

“I forgive you. I don’t know if I’d ever get to experience something like this without you anyway,” you pulled her in for a hug.

“Aw yay! Alright, we’re gonna have a bunch of fun tonight! Also, you look hot. Don’t worry about what you look like. Plus, I have a feeling that people aren’t gonna care,” she says as soon as you both enter the foyer.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the most sumptuous house imaginable. The foyer opened the house up to two grand staircases. The baroque decor screamed nothing but lavish expectations for the rest of the house. Chungha led the way into the large room past the staircases. The room was even more magnificent than the entrance, with white marble pillars creating the doorways.

The place was bustling with activity. Once you finished admiring the place, your attention turned to the guests. Some women were wearing seductive gowns, while others were only wearing beautiful (and probably extremely expensive) lingerie. All of the men were wearing suits or tuxedos. With the motley of outfits you observed, you figured what you were wearing really wasn’t that strange.

“Drinks ladies?” a waitress materialized from thin air.

“Yes please! Thanks,” Chungha quickly grabbed two glasses.

Your eyes widened as the waitress walked away. She was wearing a thin white sheet that was completely see through, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You realized that this must have been their uniform, as the rest of the servers were dressed the same way. Both males and females.

“CHUNGHA!” a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Ah hey! Thank you so much for inviting me!” Chungha greeted the girl who called out to her.

“Of course! I live for these parties! I’ve never seen hotter men anywhere else,” the girl winked, “My uncle wants the guests to know that all of the servers are available. All the rooms upstairs are unlocked, unless they’re being used of course. I hope you ladies get a good catch tonight!” the girl quickly hugged both of you before scampering away.

“The servers are all available…? For what?” you shot a confused look to Chungha.

“I think you can figure that out,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Chungha, did you invite me to a freaking orgy!?” you cried out.

“You said you wanted to watch over me!” she playfully argued, “You’re already here, ___. You might as well try to enjoy yourself.”

“I guess I’ll settle for people watching,” you sighed.

“Oh! I see someone I know, I’ll be right back,” Chungha squeezed your arm before disappearing into the crowd.

After snatching another drink from a scandalously clad waiter, you retreated to an empty corner. You hoped to observe the guests unnoticed and unbothered. After about half an hour, you noticed an odd pattern. People would woo their target, disappear for a bit, and then return to continue the hunt. Their clothing was often disheveled once they resurfaced, but it didn’t really matter when they were bound to be torn off again.

“Bored?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“I’m thoroughly entertained,” you answered without taking your eyes off of the party.

“I think I could bring you more entertainment,” the man suggested as he gripped your hips.

“Get your hands off of me!” you push him off.

The assailant was an older man, at least 30 years older than you, and he seemed bewildered that you turned him down. His breath reeked of alcohol, and the dilation of his eyes alluded to his other indulgences of the night.

“I was promised that everyone at this party wanted to have some fun,” he angrily grasped your arm.

You cried out in pain. You were about to punch him in the face until someone else beat you to it. The man crumpled to the ground clutching his bloody nose.

“You little shit! I’ll find out who you are and ruin your life!” the man threatened.

“Mind your tone, worm. Or do I need to beat you senseless to remind you of your place?” your savior shot a baleful glare at the pathetic man who now cowered in fear.

“Are you okay?” your rescuer asked in a soft tone after the man was out of sight.

“Much better now, thank you. That guy was crazy. I’m ___,” you raised your hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jimin. Pleasure to meet you,” he delicately kissed your hand.

His intricate silver mask matched his hair. Even with his face half covered, you could tell that he was remarkably handsome. His dark suit made him look professional yet charming. You felt out of place standing beside him.

“Have you found a partner yet?” he asked bluntly.

“I’m not looking for one; I’m just here to take care of my friend. I don’t think I belong here,” you admitted.

“Why not? I know half of your face is hidden, but I’m willing to bet that you’re more gorgeous than half the people here. I like your style, it shows that you don’t really care for the norm,” Jimin gave you a thumbs up.

Even though it was meant as a compliment, it was off putting to know that you really did stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, “Have you found yours?”

“Nah, I hate big parties like this. Especially this one,” he shrugged.

“Then why are you here?” you figured that he’d have a line of women begging to sleep with him.

“Much like you, I’m watching over a friend. However, I have lost track of him. Where’s your friend?”

“I lost track of her too,” you laughed.

“If you don’t mind, could we go somewhere quieter? I’d love to get to know you better. Wait, not like that. I genuinely mean I’d like to have a conversation with you,” his flushed cheeks made him even cuter.

“Sure, lead the way, my noble hero,” you took his hand in yours.

It was a bold move, and you usually preferred to play it safe. Tonight was different. You’ll probably never see this guy again. Where’s the harm in flirting a little?

“Of course, my lady,” he played along.

He led you outside to the gardens. Fairy lights were strung up everywhere, giving the gardens an inviting aura. Tall shrubbery caught your eye. Jimin’s eyes followed your gaze.

“It’s a maze,” he said, observing your curiosity.

“This place has an actual labyrinth?” your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wanna go explore it? I can’t guarantee you that we won’t get lost,” he offered.

“Yes please!” your eyes lit up.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile at your ebullience. How did someone so sweet end up in a twisted place like this?

“Can we take off these silly masks now? I hate wearing mine,” Jimin squeezed your hand.

“Sure, I don’t care. I apologize in advance if you go blind after seeing my face,” you jested.

You both took a moment to soak in each other’s true appearances. Jimin was more handsome than you could’ve dreamt. His individually delicate features attributed to an overall godly image that you had a hard time believing was real.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” Jimin acknowledged you with an approving smile, “Let’s ditch this stupid soiree,” he held out his arm for you.

Abandoning the masks on the ground, you practically dragged Jimin into the labyrinth. Corn mazes at Fall Festivals were fun, but this was the real deal. The hedges were at least 3 meters tall. No one would be able to find you if you actually got lost here.

“I think I heard that the trick is to keep to the right wall,” Jimin explained.

“Why don’t we take turns choosing which way to go? Unless you’re scared of getting lost,” you teased.

“Don’t get mad at me when we’ve been stuck in here for days,” he laughed.

You traversed the maze hand in hand with Jimin. The conversation began to flow naturally. Jimin listened to you intently and replied thoughtfully.

The night darkened as the party was left further behind. Normally, this eerie setting would frighten you, but your company made it bearable. Nothing but the moonlight lit your path now. You were too busy enjoying yourself to realize that you both were hopelessly lost.

“I hope you don’t mind me pointing out that this is the third dead end we’ve encountered in the past two minutes,” Jimin elucidated once you found yourselves staring at a green barrier yet again.

“Do you think someone will come to rescue us?” you started to panic.

“Definitely not tonight. Probably not tomorrow either,” Jimin answered brusquely.

“Let’s retrace our steps again. I might end up eating you if we really do get stuck out here,” you tried to joke.

“Eat me?” Jimin chuckled, “My dear, what if I end up eating you?”

“Sorry pretty boy, but I feel like I could easily beat your ass in hand to hand combat,” you laugh as you turn to leave.

Suddenly, your back was being pinned against a hedge. Jimin placed one of his hands on your shoulder and the other one on your waist.

“Let me rephrase that. What if I end up eating you out?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“I might enjoy that. However,” you quickly hook your leg around his knee to dead leg him.

Jimin’s surprise gave you the opportunity to knock him to the ground. You wrapped your right arm around his left arm, effectively pinning him down. You firmly gripped his left wrist with the same arm, rendering both of his arms useless.

“I don’t think you’re capable of doing that right now,” you fake a pout as your free hand wanders from his chest down to his crotch.

He was already somewhat hard when you began to palm him through his pants. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, sucking slightly before breaking contact. Jimin moaned at the sensation, his hips bucking up into your hand.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” you whispered in his ear as you cupped his length in your hand.

“Oh my god I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“You’re in no position to fuck anyone,” you reminded him, tightening your grip on his arms.

“I want you to fuck me, ___,” Jimin’s whines grew desperate.

“Is that so?” you say as you unzip his pants, “Here outside? On the ground? That’s a bit improper for a prince like you, don’t you think?”

His erection was fully exposed now. You slowly pumped him, pleased with his length. It took every bit of self-control to not immediately pounce on his dick. You traced your thumb around the soft tip, causing him to moan again.

“I don’t care. I just need my cock buried in you,” Jimin replied between moans.

“You’re so needy. I guess I could help you out,” you release him from your clutches.

Jimin instantly knocked you onto your back as soon as he was freed. He pinned you the same way you pinned him. You were both impressed and shocked that he learned how to do it already.

“That was a cheeky display. Very hot. I admit that I’ve never begged for pussy before, so props to you,” Jimin awarded you plaudits.

His free hand snaked its way down to your clothed pussy, pleased to find that you were already wet. He toyed with your clit through the fabric of your panties. He relished watching your squirm beneath him.

“It’s not so fun being pinned down, huh?” he kissed your neck in a similar fashion, except he ended his kiss with forceful suckling that was sure to leave a mark.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of fun,” you tried to keep your cool, but were failing miserably.

“Do you want me to touch you, my dear ___?” Jimin asked sweetly.

“Please do,” you exhaled with exasperation.

“You can beg better than that,” he admonished.

“Jimin, fuck me until I forget my own name,” you begged.

“You’ll only know my name by the end of tonight,” Jimin promised as he pulled your panties aside.

He slid in a finger to test how wet you were. You squealed with delight as he easily stuck in two fingers. He expertly curled them in you, grazing your g-spot. Your body tried to move to cope with the pleasure, but Jimin refused to let you go.

“You’re staying right here until I say so. I enjoyed going along with your power play, but you have to learn that I’m the one in charge,” he smirked.

His thumb circled your clit as he mercilessly fingered you. Your legs spasmed as your orgasm led a wave of euphoria across your body.

“Jimin, I’m--oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you cried out.

Jimin helped you ride it out, not slowing down his pace. However, he still didn’t slow down afterward. Your clit was oversensitive and tears began to well in your eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you cum, I want to see it again,” he praised as his pace quickened yet again.

It wasn’t long before your second orgasm hit. The bliss was more intense this time, causing you to cry out even louder. Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you, then promptly popped them into his mouth.

“You taste like a delicacy,” he said after licking his lips, “You ready to take this cock?”

You nodded silently, as you were attempting to catch your breath.

Jimin aligned his hips with yours. He tantalizingly ran his dick along your wet folds. His tip eventually teased your entrance by barely entering before he took it out again. He loved watching your body beg to be fucked; your hips seemed to move by themselves as they tried to buck into him.

“Jimin, I can’t take this anymore. Stick it in already!” you yelled.

“So impatient,” Jimin chuckled, “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Jimin slowly inserted himself in you. You groaned at the feeling of finally being stretched out by his cock. His tip was fully inside you when a commotion interrupted him.

“We’re fucking lost bro,” a guy said.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you listened to me in the first place!” his companion retorted.

Jimin immediately pulled out and helped you up. He shoved his erection into his pants before leaning against a hedge to blend into the shadow.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go in!” the first man bickered back.

“I said ‘I bet no one else is in there, let’s check it out’”, his companion explained.

“Okay, well now we’re lost. We haven’t even seen a single person since we’ve entered.”

Jimin took you by the hand and quietly led you out of the dead end. He didn’t know where the interrupters were, but he simply went in the opposite direction of their voices.

“We’re all alone now. Pull down your pants, Hobi,” you heard one of the guys say.

“Make me, Yoongi,” the other guy challenged.

“You won’t be so cheeky when my balls are in your mouth,” Yoongi replied, his voice suddenly lower and domineering.

The sound of clothes being ripped off mixed with passionate groans and wet noises grew further away as Jimin navigated through the maze.

“They sound like they’re having fun,” you broke the silence.

“That should have been us,” Jimin was obviously annoyed, “I’m gonna get us the fuck out of this goddamn maze. I swear to god, I’m going to dick you down properly tonight.”

You didn’t know which was more impressive: sheer luck or Jimin’s determination. Either way, one of those things (or maybe some of both) allowed both of you to finally emerge from the maze’s clutches.

Jimin dragged you back to the mansion while completely ignoring everyone who called out to him. You’re not surprised by his popularity; this man looks like he was carved by God himself.

The party had only escalated inside the mansion. Guests had started to forgo public decency altogether. You saw at least three explicit acts of fornication on your way up to the private rooms.

Once upstairs, you heard nothing but people deep in the throes of passion on the other side of just about every door. Jimin led you past them all, not even stopping in front of the ones indicated as ‘vacant’. At the end of the neverending hall was a large ornate wooden door. Its style clashed with the sleek marble that decorated the rest of the mansion.

Jimin whipped out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. You weren’t prepared for what was on the other side. Unlike the modern style that fitted the rest of the house, this room was decorated with wood.

The carved wooden furniture gleamed brightly due to their polish. The room itself was huge. A king sized bed awaited you at the opposite wall. Elegant curtains draped around the bed, reminding you of the beds royalty would use in movies. Even though the room gave off a cozy aura, it still boasted opulence.

“You like it?” Jimin asked once he saw you gazing around the room in awe.

“It’s beautiful. It feels like I’m in some Elvish Woodland King’s room or something,” you spoke honestly.

“That’s high praise,” he chuckled, “C’mon. I believe we have some unfinished business,” he pulled you onto the bed.

Jimin kissed your neck, peppering in nibbles that made you shudder. You slipped off your skirt and panties as he fondled your breasts. You helped him undress as you threw off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. You held back a gasp when his abs and toned chest were revealed. You figured he was fit, but you didn’t realize how fit.

His fingers found their way back into your pussy. Jimin sucked on your neck as his nimble fingers made you wetter by the second. Your back arched as your moaned in pleasure when his thumb played with your clit.

“I’m so fucking wet, Jimin,” you breathed into his ear.

“All for me, baby?” he cooed.

“Who else? Honestly, I’ve never been this aroused in my life,” you admitted.

“I’m happy I could change that for you. If you liked my fingers that much, let’s see what my cock can do for you,” he winked as he tugged off his pants.

Jimin spread your legs open as far as they could go. He didn’t have the patience to tease you this time. He filled your pussy up with the entirety of his cock. You relished the stretch; you’ve been waiting all night for this the moment you laid eyes on him.

Jimin began vigorously thrusting into you. The sound of his hips slamming into you coupled with the wet noises of your sopping pussy were drowned out by moans from both parties. Hearing Jimin’s grunts only turned you on more, and the same could be said whenever Jimin heard your melodic moans.

Jimin leaned over to makeout with you, his tongue dipping between your parted lips. You clawed at his back while you kissed him back with ferocious reciprocity. You were getting close to climaxing yet again.

“Jimin, I’m so--”

“Missionary? I know you can do better than that,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted you.

“Fuck off, can’t you see that I’m busy?” Jimin replied angrily, yet he never stopped fucking you.

You were so embarrassed that you grabbed a pillow to hide your face. One person seeing you like this was already flustering enough, but two? Although your mind immediately went to shaming you for being in such a compromising position, it was also kind of a turn on.

“Aw, is she shy? That’s cute,” the unfamiliar boy said.

“What do you want?” Jimin finally pulled out to actually hold a conversation with the intruder.

“I got bored. I figured I’d come in here and jack off or something. I didn’t think you’d be using it,” the voice got closer.

“Well, I am. So get lost,” Jimin growled.

Suddenly, the pillow that covered your face was yanked off. Looking down at you was a man whose beauty rivaled Jimin’s (though you didn’t think that was possible). The man had more of a boyish devil-may-care look. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly, as it showed off his sharp jawline. He traced a finger from your cheek down to your chin.

“She’s cute,” he gave Jimin an approving nod.

“Yeah, and she’s mine. Go away, Jungkook,” Jimin was getting more frustrated by the second.

“Yours? Are you guys dating already?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“No, but--”

“Then it should be fine if I did this,” Jungkook cupped your face with one hand as he bent down to kiss you.

“Jungkook!” Jimin threw a pillow at him.

Jungkook chuckled as the pillow harmlessly bounced off of him. He deepened the kiss, and soon your tongues were swirling over each other. One of his hands wandered over to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” Jungkook smirked, “Let me play with her after you.”

“She’s not a toy,” Jimin defended you.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

“What?” both of the boys asked in unison.

“You can both use me...however you like,” you looked away shyly, bewildered at what you had just said.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook grinned.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, ___. Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

You simply nodded, not able to make eye contact with either of them.

“Alright, baby. Let me take care of you first. Jungkook, you can watch how a man properly fucks a lady,” Jimin glared at Jungkook.

Jungkook stripped down to his underwear as Jimin flipped you onto your knees. You moaned loudly as he started hitting it from the back. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper. You buried your face in the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines.

“Nuh uh,” Jimin tsked as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

He pulled your head up, exposing your lustful moans. He thrusted harder when he heard you. You opened your eyes to find Jungkook intently staring at you. Feeling cheeky, you made a ‘come here’ motion with one of your pointer fingers.

Jungkook happily obliged. Instead of directly kissing you, he licked up your neck, causing you to shudder. He sucked lightly on your neck as he once again played with your boobs.

“You’re not mad, Jimin?” he was surprised.

“She got wetter. Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Jimin was lost in pure bliss.

Jungkook pulled you into another heated makeout session. You periodically moaned into his mouth whenever he tugged at your nipples. You whined as he broke the kiss.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook stroked your cheek, “Wanna try something?” he asked.

You eagerly nodded. It was hard to think when one gorgeous man was making out with you and pinching your nipples, while another gorgeous man was roughly fucking you from behind.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” Jungkook ordered.

You complied, opening as wide as you could. You watched Jungkook reveal his hard cock, which made your mouth water. His dick was bigger than Jimin’s, but less girthy. It had a little curve that made it look prettier for some reason.

“Want me to put it in? I’d love to see how deep you can take it,” Jungkook stroked his cock.

“I’ll take it all,” you said confidently.

Jungkook smiled at your determination. He lightly placed the tip onto your tongue. You twirled your tongue around it, making Jungkook moan with surprise.

“Maybe she’s not as shy as I thought,” he said to Jimin.

Jimin harshly spanked your ass, causing you to jerk forward. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“I love it when good girls go bad. They’re always the most fun,” Jimin reached his hand around you to play with your clit.

You almost lost control in your arms and fell forward when Jungkook grabbed you.

“You have to be a good girl and hold yourself up. We can fuck you from both sides if you do that, babygirl,” Jungkook ran his thumb along your drooly lips.

You propped yourself back up on your arms and opened your mouth again for Jungkook. He patted your head in approval before placing his dick back onto your tongue. He began pushing himself into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Blink twice if it’s too much,” Jungkook instructed.

To his surprise, you managed to take in his full length. You kept gagging since Jimin was thrusting you forward, but that just made it feel better for Jungkook. Jungkook let you know that he was going to start face fucking you, to which you nodded in response. Well, as much as you could nod while his penis was in your mouth.

It didn’t take long for both of the both to boys to fuck you in unison. They rhythmically pulled out and thrusted into you at the exact same time. The intensity of everything turned you on so much, you could feel your juices running down your legs.

Your climax hit you like a truck. Your legs spasmed under you as you cried and gagged on Jungkook’s dick. The feeling of you cumming on Jimin’s cock brought him to the edge. Almost immediately after, Jimin pulled out and came all over your ass.

“Switch places with me,” Jungkook instructed Jimin, “You didn’t think you were done yet, did you?” he winked at you before pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Your sensitivity was through the roof. Jungkook didn’t give you any warning before he inserted himself in you. Jungkook went even deeper than Jimin, and your legs were on the verge of giving out.

“It looks like she can’t hold herself anymore,” Jimin observed with a sly smile.

“I guess I have to do all the work. Stupid slut,” Jungkook groaned, abruptly snatching your arms.

He chuckled when you momentarily fell forward onto your face, but he easily lifted you back up by pulling back on your wrists. You’ve never been roughly restrained like that before, but you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook’s powerful thighs slammed into you repeatedly.

You couldn’t begin to comprehend how sinful you looked: titties bouncing, messy hair, and a lustful expression that rivaled that of succubi themselves. Not to mention you were practically glowing from the film of sweat that developed over the night.

“I’m jealous that he’s kissed you more than I have,” Jimin pouted before he cupped your face.

Wriggling underneath you, Jimin made it easier for you to kiss him. His pillowy lips felt heavenly as he playfully fondled your breasts. He didn’t twist or pinch your nipples like Jungkook did. Instead, he massaged them in a way that still felt delightful.

“Dude, your junk is really close to mine,” Jungkook complained.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jimin responded between your kisses.

Jungkook’s pace started getting sloppy. You could tell he was close just by his irregular breaths. The room was filled with lewd sounds. Jungkook’s grunts, Jimin’s moans, and your mewls all blended into a chorus of carnal pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jungkook stuttered before pulling out.

You felt his hot juices splatter across your backside. You toppled onto Jimin when Jungkook let go of your wrists. Jimin just chuckled and held you in a warm embrace.

“You did so well, ___,” he praised before kissing your forehead.

“Was that your first threesome? If so, I’m impressed,” Jungkook cleaned you up with a warm washcloth.

“Mhm,” was all you could muster up to answer his question.

“She’s pretty out of it. Should she stay here for the night?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“You’re offering to house her? You must have really loved her pussy,” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up, I’m being serious. I don’t want to let her go back out there to those animals,” Jimin disclosed.

“Did she come alone?” Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed.

“She said she was watching a friend...I don’t think she mentioned who though. Hey, ___, darling, who did you come with?” Jimin gently questioned.

“Chungha,” you said meekly.

“Holy shit. Everyone has been trying to get with her all night,” Jungkook was shocked, “Yeah, I think her friend will be fine on her own. I can watch after her if you want.”

“By watch you mean fuck?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Jungkook replied cheekily, “You’ve been the most fun I’ve had in a while though,” Jungkook affectionately began scratching your back.

Your eyelids were getting heavier with each passing moment. You instinctively clutched onto Jimin tighter. You’ve always been a cuddler when it was time to sleep.

“I’m gonna go, want me to lock the door?” you heard Jungkook say.

“Yes please. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimin sent him off.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked while stroking your hair.

“Mhm. And hungry,” you said half asleep.

“What would you like to eat?” Jimin inquired.

“Grilled cheese,” you said without skipping a beat.

“Just grilled cheese? I could get you anything you want. Lobster, caviar, takoyaki, or maybe even steak?” Jimin was eager to take care of you.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“Uh, a little past 1am.”

“It’s time for a midnight snack. And grilled cheese is the perfect midnight snack,” you nodded your head to confirm your reasoning.

“God, you’re adorable. Alright, a grilled cheese will be here soon,” he kissed your forehead again.

“You go make it?” you pouted, not wanting him to leave your side.

“No, I just texted one of the chefs,” he answered.

“Oh, you’re friends with a chef? That’s nice.”

“Somewhat? They work for my father.”

“Is your father the head chef?”

“No, he’s a businessman,” Jimin chuckled.

“Do you like business? Like your father?”

“No, I actually detest it. My father’s riches mean nothing if he can’t even love his family. He does ridiculous things to showcase his ‘love’ but I don’t buy it. Like this stupid fucking party that he throws every year. His excuse is that he’s providing any luxury money can buy. It’s all just bullshit,” Jimin sounded upset.

“This party? Your dad hosted it?” intrigue stirred you from your sleepy state.

“Yeah, this is the house I grew up in. This is my room,” Jimin admitted.

You were silent for a bit before responding, “I’m sorry your dad is a dick.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. At least one good thing came out of tonight,” he squeezed you tighter.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Jimin retrieved the delivery. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d be eating grilled cheese off of a silver platter. Jimin ate quietly beside you.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he finally piped up.

“I literally can’t think of anyone that has seen me more intimately than you. Well, besides Jungkook. Of course, I’ll go on a date with you,” you leaned over to kiss Jimin’s nose.

“I guess the dating timeline is a little off since you’re spending the night here too,” Jimin laughed before stopping himself, “Wait, you are spending the night, right?”

“I have no idea where Chungha is, and she’s my ride,” you shrugged.

“You’re welcome to say here if you’d like,” he offered.

“I suppose I can clear my schedule for you,” you teased.

With a tummy full of grilled cheese, it didn’t take long for you to fall sound asleep in Jimin’s arms.

[9:24am from Chungha] BITCH! I heard rumors you slept with THE Park Jimin?! A different rumor said you slept with Jeon Jungkook??? Explain please???

[10:19am] What if I slept with both?

[10:20am from Chungha] NO WAY! Tell me all about it asap

“You good?” Jimin nuzzled your neck.

“Never better,” you smiled.

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Any chances you'll write for Levi again? It's his birthday so i was scrolling and saw your drabble for him.

I missed his birthday FRICK. Well, I have a song that makes me soft and is a vibe while reading this. https://open.spotify.com/track/68XhCrBajUR64h6wv4eYYW?si=M4wxQMwiRnqGrvn2uPlUqw

and happy holidays to everyone lol

(Warnings - NSFW, no penetration, dubcon, gratuitous blowjob scene.

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He’s called for you again.

You fix a cup of tea, just how you know he prefers it, trying to hurry through the motions, pouring the boiling water, steeping the leaves, adding the slightest touch of honey.

When you reach his room, you’re glad you’ve brought the tea. Upon opening the door, you can see that tonight will be rough, full of jealousy and unintended pain.

Levi has thrown things to the floor in anger, books, candles, paper and pen. He hardly ever leaves a mess, is meticulous about cleaning them up as soon as he makes them. It’s unlike his normal demeanor to be so disorderly.

The man is slouched in a chair by the wall, barely raises his head when you enter. He twitches despite the care you take in shutting the door, trying your best to close it quietly.

“Captain Levi? Sir?” You held in your gasp as he lifted his head. The captain looked awful - dark circles hung under his eyes, his posture was hunched and tired, and worst of all, his eyes were red and puffy, as if he’d been crying.

Captain Levi hardly ever cried.

“(Y/N), go sit on the bed.”

Without a word, you did as you were told, placing his cup of tea on the nightstand as you sat. Levi slowly stood, straightening his back out as he did.

“I’m....” He trailed off, stepping towards the bed. His eyes were kept downcast, unable to meet your questioning gaze.

You were aware that something had probably happened on today’s push beyond the wall. Less than half of the group that had gone over had come back, Erwin and Levi grim-faced at the head of the group. Too many deaths.

“Captain… tell me-tell me how to help?” You were used to it by now, pushing aside discomfort and embarrassment to cater to your captain.

He was a harsh man, face always lowered into a disinterested scowl, not hesitant to snap at anyone who irked him or raised his ire. He made crude jokes when he was in a good mood, swearing and letting a cruel smile cross his lips.

The man had a reputation - intimidating, rigid, competent and unwavering. But with you, the menacing Captain Levi was… different.

You weren’t sure when it had started.

All you had wanted to do was provide a small bit of comfort on what had seemed to be an awful day for the Captain, much like today. He had stormed through the mess hall, ignoring the cadets shrinking away at his prescence to march straight to the kitchen. Only higher ranking members could enter the kitchens, other than staff, so it wasn’t busy.

He had grabbed a plate from the cleaned rack of dishes, dished out food, then swiftly headed for the kitchen door again, only to snap at the first staff that got in his way; you.

Feeling awful as he stormed past you, committing nothing more than the crime of standing in his way for more than a mere second, you had tried to make amends.

It was common knowledge that the Captain had an affinity for tea. A nice cup offered to the man would perhaps lift his mood. At the very least, it would soothe your conscious - you felt guilty for worsening his evening.

So that’s what you did.

He had let you in his room with a curt “come in”, and you quickly explained what the tea was for, quick to set it on the small table he was seated at before the Captain could snap at you to leave.

“Drink it if you find it satisfactory, if not, feel free to dump it out the window. Again, so sorry for disturbing you Captain, sir, but I hope your evening goes well.”

And then you had left.

And Levi’s curiosity was piqued. Who were you, to be so bold as to feel entitled to his time? A lowly kitchen staff? You thought of yourself so highly, thought you knew him well enough to know how he took his tea? Pretentious.

But still, he found himself raising the cup to his lips, taking a sip, testing the taste. And admittedly, you didn’t know how he fixed his own tea. You had made it too sweet, with too much honey. The sweetness burned his tongue, scorched his throat far worse than hot water ever could.

He liked it.

Levi found himself seeking you out, finding out from the head cook who the kitchen staff were, who you were. When you worked, which barracks you stayed in, if you were always kind and sweet to rude people you didn’t even know.

You were surprised when the head cook had told you that Levi asked for more tea.

Of course, you brought it to him.

And at first, he never talked to you. He just watched you set down his tea, watched you give a small wave and a friendly, respectful curtsy before leaving.

Then he asked you to bring yourself a cup the next night, to sit with him.

Since it was Captain Levi, you couldn’t refuse.

Of course you were a bit intimidated - had you been doing something wrong? Was he going to fire you? But the man had said few words, just sipped his tea, watched as you blew at your own steaming cup.

It was an uncomfortable affair, at least for you, so it was surprising to you that he kept asking you to sit with him.

You start to see him often, more often than you previously had. He lingers in the mess hall, taking meals at the high ranks tables, and you always feel his eyes on you when you bring out more food to place on the buffet-style tables at the front. You often found him heading for seconds when you were adding food to the table, and he often said hello in his gruff, curt way.

Captain Levi was seen patrolling the area near the staff barracks, checking windows, checking doors, making sure everything was proper and safe. You could feel his presence, see his shadow sometimes when he passed by the window.

Between mealtimes, when you weren’t washing dishes or helping to prepare for the next meal, you were allowed breaks. You spent these breaks reading, or taking short walks along the inside of the garrison walls. It spooked you when you began seeing Levi nearby, apparently deciding to train the cadets near your common reading spots, or sometimes appearing suddenly during one of your walks.

He’d walk with you, not uttering a word, just strolling beside you in silence. You didn’t try to speak - he didn’t seem to be looking for conversation, simply companionship. And his presence, while unsettling, wasn’t entirely unwelcome - you knew that Captain Levi was one of the most capable fighters in the Survey Corps, and no Titan nor human would be able to hurt you unless he allowed it.

Despite his bitter demeanor, it was easy to see how much Levi cared for his underlings well-being. Always trying to make sure they were safe, risking his own life for them, pushing them to the brink and beyond during training so he could ensure that they could defend themselves during an attack.

The awkward tea-time turned into small chats, were Levi asked you about your home, your hobbies, your likes and dislikes.

Surprisingly, Levi didn’t shy away from answering when you yourself asked the same questions.

You became privy to his rough upbringing, the tragedy of his mother, the few friends he had made and lost.

The more the two of you talked, the more you understood his rough exterior, why he was cynical and brusque and mean.

But he became softer with you.

You weren’t sure when comfortable companionship, tentative friendship, had turned into unpleasant touches, quiet confessions, time spent together that you began to loathe and tried to avoid.

But some part of you understood, and felt bad.

Levi had never known someone in an intimate sense. Not like this, not like you. He could force you to submit to him, it could be an ordeal of tears and blood and despair for both of you, but if you went along with his whims willingly, the both of you were spared the pain.

Yes, you experienced discomfort, and unease, and you weren’t entirely happy about some of the things Levi asked of you, but you knew the man was tired, and hurting, and desperate for soft words and kind touches.

The man had wanted simple favors at first. A touch here, a light brush of his hand on your shoulder or a lingering caress of your hand if it rested on the table. Then it was sitting closer together, letting him brush your hair away from your face, his hand finding a home on the plush skin of your thigh as you two talked.

Then it was his late-night confessions, when he kept you past curfew, after the tea cups had long been dry. He told you how he wanted…. You. He wasn’t sure what it was that he needed, but it had to be from you.

He would take it, force it from you, whether it was sex or feelings or some twisted desire. He could, and both of you knew that he had the skills to completely subdue you.

But you caved immediately, feeling like a crumb of bread in the face of a raven.

Satisfied with your answer, the man had taken you that night, slowly peeled off your clothes and laid you on his bed like a lover. He had noticed your trembling, the tears clouding your vision, and he could tell this wasn’t something that you wanted to willingly give to him.

But he took anyway.

He had never allowed himself to be selfish, to want things for himself, to afford thinking thoughts of a loving partner, kindness and gentle treatment with his rude and brash personality.

Levi had made it good for you - he had bedded women before, to sate his physical desires when they so rarely arose. But with you, unlike those other women, he wanted you to stay in his life, be there for him when he craved the sweetness you provided in your tea, in your body, in you. He wanted you to be his constant, the person he could turn to, always.

And so you where.

You were when he pulled you into his quarters at odd hours, just to share heated kisses and let his hands wander across your flesh.

At times when he was frustrated, angry, and needed a rough fuck to find his calm again.

Whenever Levi needed to feel the heat of another’s body, to experience pleasure and love and feelings of warmth and desire, you were the person he turned to.

It’s why he turned to you now.

“I’d like to hold you.” It was more of a command, an order, than a question.

Shuffling on the bed, you scooted back so he could sit down, so he could gently push your shoulders so you fell back onto the pillows. The man crawled closer, flopping down beside you with a tired, wretched sigh, one that made your bones ache in sympathy.

You were so used to the Captain taking what he wanted, you didn’t even cringe when an arm was slung over your chest, grabbing you, pulling you close to him. He buried his face in your neck, throwing a leg over your hip and an arm over your waist, completely plastering himself to your side.

The sounds of your breathing filled the room - your uneasy, disturbed rhythm accompanying his rapid, shuddering breaths.

It was only when wetness smear across your neck, did you realize that the man was crying.

You knew how that could feel, lungs burning, shoulders aching, heart squeezed and deadened in your chest. How you longed for comfort, for someone to hold you and soothe the pain.

So you tentatively drew your own hand around his slim shoulders, your other hand rising to play with a strand of thin hair, drawing him closer to you.

In some twisted, pathetic turn, you felt sorry for the man.

Sorry that he felt such pain, such anguish. Sorry that so much responsibility rested on his shoulders. The responsibility of keeping his soldiers alive, of protecting humanity, of fighting in life-or-death situations where he was forced to watch his comrades be torn to shreds. Sorry that he was stressed, that the world had beaten him down and never allowed him a quiet, easy life.

Most of all, you think you were sorry that he asked things of you that you weren’t comfortable in answering.

How do you tell a killing machine no? How does one go about turning away a sad, lost soul looking for company and warmth? How would you live with yourself if you put your own comfort higher than a man who was so integral to the continuation of humanity’s existence?

You could deal with the gross feelings in order to be of service.

It always surprised you, how a man so interested in cleanliness could make you feel so dirty.

Considerable time passed before Levi’s shaky, silent sobs evolved into normal breathing. He had cried his tears, let his sadness overflow in the safety of your arms.

Now he was content to hold you, to grip your form with such intensity that you were sure you’d have bruises along your waist.

You feel asleep like that, his arms tight around you, trapping your body close to his, making you feel every rise and fall of his chest, every steady beat of his heart.

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You woke up to movement.

It was still night, it must be, with the lit candles still burning at the bedside.

Levi was slowly grinding against you, his leg still slung over your hip, hard length rubbing against your stomach. You could feel a tiny hint of wetness seeping through your shirt, meaning Levi must’ve been at this a while to have leaked enough to soak through not only his own pants, but your shirt as well.

“(Y/N)…” He breathed, noticing you had stirred awake. A breathy sigh escaped the man, before his hips stopped moving. “Suck me off.”

Still half-asleep and blinking your eyes, you only managed to look at your captain, dazed.

A slow smile spread across his face as he took in your sleepy expression, but then he nudged your side again, insistent. “Suck me off, you got me all hard and now I’ve ruined my pants.”

As if it were fault that he was like this.

Finally registering his request, you moved down the bed to the man’s crotch, helping him shimmy off his sleep pants and underwear as you did so.

His cock wasn’t girthy, nor particularly long. It was pretty though, with a flushed tip, a pale base, and fat, firm balls underneath.

Without further ado, you set your mouth on him, gathering spit to slicken his length (not that you needed to, not with how much the man had leaked) before slowly making your way down. Drawing back a bit, you sucked at the crown, cringing a bit at how Levi’s entire cock twitched, the man drawing in a sharp inhale.

He was particularly sensitive there, just under the head, so you flicked your tongue against that spot a few times, heard him hiss in pleasure, before slurping back down along his length, taking him as far down your throat as you could manage.

Levi couldn’t help the rocking of his hips, the twitches of his cock. “Touch my balls (Y/N), please.”

You were surprised to hear him say please. He only offered such niceties when he was in a vulnerable, soft mood. His balls were plump, round, full to bursting with sperm. The skin was velvety soft as your rubbed at it, massaging the mounds with your palms, before rubbing over them quickly with the tips of your fingers.

Levi groaned, a hand clutching at the strands of your hair to anchor himself.

It was an uncomfortable feeling. You never liked when he touched you, and you never enjoyed touching him, but you bore it with no complaint, let him do as he pleased without a fight. Submission was easier.

His cock kept pulsing in your mouth, making you gag and choke around his length, which only seemed to draw him more pleasure. Despite the discomfort, you still did your best, hollowing your cheeks out to suck, hard.

Levi’s hips bucked up unexpectedly, hitting the back of your throat so quickly that you almost threw up with the intensity, immediately pulling off of his length with a hacking cough.

You let it rest against your cheek as you regained your breath, feeling it drool and twitch as if it were alive and hungry.

Levi let you rest; he knew you’d take him back into your mouth in a second, always eager to obey him.

And you did, sucking him with renewed vigor. The taste of his cock wasn’t entirely unpleasant, Levi kept himself clean and trimmed, so there was only the slightest hint of natural musk, but that was easily overwhelmed by the bitter taste of soap and the salty taste of sweat and skin.

Then Levi tugged your hair a bit, drawing your attention away from his cock and up to his face. “Slow down, I don’t want to cum too soon.”

He was in the mood to draw this out it seemed. You eased up on the suction of your cheeks, letting your cheeks go with a smacking sound. Apparently that felt good, since Levi sighed, rolling his head back to rest on the pillows.

The picture of relaxed pleasure.

Going slower now, you paused to let his length slip out of your mouth, giving the sides long, sensual licks, digging your tongue into the slit at the top.

You’d suck him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length, before popping off again, this time going for his well-groomed balls, slathering them with spit as you lapped at the skin.

Eventually, you grew tired, your jaw sore. It’s not like you wanted to do this in the first place, but now you were physically feeling ache-y.

Taking him into your mouth one last time, you dug deep, sucking vigorously at his length, drawing him down your throat, trying to get him to the edge as quick as you could.

And it worked, because the next thing you knew, a spurt of cum hit your tongue.

With a gag at the taste, you whipped your head back, Levi’s cock falling out of your mouth. But with his grip still in your hair, he kept your head close, watching his cum stripe across your face with satisfaction.

Levi was breathing heavily, almost panting as he finished, and you were glad you had closed your eyes - you didn’t want to see the look on his face, eyes filled with an emotion you didn’t want to label.

At least he was kind afterwards, helped you clean it up.

His tea was still sitting on the nightstand, long gone cold. Levi offered you a sip still, and you readily accepted the liquid, soothing your throat

When you settled down again, face now washed and free of cum, Levi once again pulled you close to him. This time, his chin rested atop your head, his hands cradling your head to his chest.

You felt gentle vibrations as he hummed softly, and you internally thanked him for small mercies - not having you strip tonight, not fucking you, not making you feel good.

There was such guilt when he pleasured you. How could something unwanted feel so good? There must be something wrong with you, to get off on his ministrations.

It was easier for you to not dwell on those feelings.

Easier to just lay in Levi’s arms, and listen to the beat of his heart.

#levi ackerman #yandere levi #yandere Levi Ackerman #levi x reader #captain levi #dark levi #levi aot #dark aot #tw Dubcon #yandere #levi heichou #idk tags lol #Yandere aot #yandere attack on titan #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #ackerman

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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One Day

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Warnings: Strong language, talk about BDSM

A/N: Needed to write an angst/fluff for my fav sweater daddy.

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Ransom thought he should be paid to attend these gatherings, but then, in a way he was. As long as he kept up appearances at the family dinners and social events, he got to keep his inheritance. The million dollars were worth a couple hours in the company of his shit eating family and their friends. Sometimes though he was severely tempted to throw a drink in his mother’s face and just leave. These things were anyways getting even more tedious than usual now that Meg had started to bring her feminazi college friends along. It was here that Ransom caught sight of you, standing with Meg, probably the only person with a non-alcoholic drink in her hands. He smirked, because he didn’t think you would be here, especially not in a group of self-proclaimed feminists. He made his way towards you and his cousin, glad something interesting finally happened.

“Hey Meg, how’s your man-hating degree going?”, He asked with a slight drawl in his voice. Meg wrinkled her nose at him and scoffed.

“Asshole, why granddad still insists on inviting you is beyond me.”

Ransom smirked then looked at you, finding your eyes already on him and an amused smile on your lips. You were beautiful like this, but he knew you looked absolutely radiant in some other positions. Meg followed his look and rolled her eyes.

“Y/n, this is my cousin Ransom and if you have any sense in you, you’ll stay away from him.” Meg said and with that she left.

Ransom and you didn’t spare Meg a look and instead looked at each other, both surprised to have met today.

“You pregnant?” Ransom asked pointing at your drink and you laughed.

“I don’t drink”, you said sipping your mocktail. Ransom’s gaze trained on your lips, soft and wet and he licked his own lips in response.

“I’m surprised you’re here, especially with Meg” He commented casually.

“Why? She’s a friend from college. I didn’t know you’re her cousin or I would have reconsidered her invitation to come here today.”

Ransom chuckled and took your elbow, leading you towards a corner to talk without others eavesdropping on your conversation. There was no bigger bunch of nosey losers as that of Thrombeys.

“I didn’t mean that. Does Meg know you stand against everything you guys study in that college of yours?” He asked you. You frowned in confusion.

“Stand against? Why would I stand against that? I am a feminist Ransom, that is why I’m studying it”

Ransom laughed and pushed your shoulder lightly with his.

“Right,” his voice was full of mocking “Is that why you spend your evenings kneeling in front of a man and asking permission to kiss his boots?”

You looked at him with sober eyes, all amusement gone from your eyes. Though his tone was mocking and meant to hurt you, the jealousy in his voice was plain as day.

“You have the most screwed up sense of feminism, Ransom. I don’t see why they don’t ban you from the club already. You clearly don’t understand what happens in there and why.”

Ransom put his drink down and leaned closer to you, his whiskey stained voice fanning your face.

“It’s a BDSM club sweetheart. I know what happens in there. I’ve seen you there on your knees with your hands tied back, I’ve seen you plead and obey. I’ve seen you be such a good girl for him. So, don’t stand in front of me with that bullcrap about women rights when you would drop your panties and ask to be spanked so nicely with hardly a word from a man.”

His words were cruel and taunting, coated deep in envy and rage. You knew that because you’d been fending his advances for months now. You don’t know why he even came to the club. He didn’t have his Dom or sub; he just came to watch.

“You are an idiot Ransom, if you think what I do in my sex life degrades me. Yes, I kneel in front of a man, but only because I want to. I kneel in front of him not because he’s making me do that, but because it’s what I want to do. He’s my Dom and I do what he says, but even in the most intense of scenes, he never makes me do anything I wouldn’t want to. It’s not degrading Ransom, its freeing. I’m a submissive to him because that turns me on, taking his command turns me on. And I’ll be damned if I let someone like you lecture me on my life choices.” You turned around and started to walk away, cursing yourself for coming here in the first place. You’ll talk with someone at the club and see to it that you’re never there with this asshole present.

You said quick goodbyes to Meg and their friends and made your way to the parking lot, ready to go home and relax. You had only just opened your car door when a hand shot from behind and shut it, wrapping around your arm, and turning you around. Startled, you gasped and looked into Ransom’s angry eyes.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You shouted, pushing against his sweater covered chest. He barely moved and inch and cornered you against your car, hands resting beside you and body slightly bent.

“If this is your choice, why did you choose him?” Ransom asked.

“Excuse me?”

“You could choose anyone, and yet you kneel in front of him?”

There is was, the jealousy. Your Dom was a constant source of jealousy in Ransom’s life. Whenever he went to the club, he would see you in his arms, tugged into his side wearing his collar. Sometimes he had you on his knees, other times you knelt at his feet, quiet content to rest your head against his thigh while her caressed your hair. Ransom hated the sight of you with him, obeying his commands unashamedly in front of other club patrons. He’d wanted you from the very first moment he had seen you there, tied to a pole while taking a spanking for everyone to see. While there were other couples going at it around him, it was you who caught his eye. Your grace and form, eagerly counting the spank and asking for more. He wanted you and he asked you to be his, more than once, but you always shook it off. Not anymore though.

“Ransom, you’re drunk. You need to leave” You said, your voice soft yet firm.

Ransom growled and moved a hand to the back of your head, pulling you forward and hovering his lips over yours.

“If you want to kneel before a man, kneel before me!” He said, trying to kiss you but you averted your head and pushed against him until he relented and put a little distance between you.

“Don’t be stupid Ransom, you don’t know the first thing about being a Dom.” You sneer, your hand itching to grab your pepper spray from your pocket and just decking him with it in the eyes.

“I’ll take care of you way better than him. You don’t love him! I know that.” He whispered, taking your hand, and pressing a kiss on your knuckles. You sighed because sometimes Ransom Drysdale was like a baby.

“I don’t love him, true, but I trust him. A D/s relationship thrives on trust, Ransom. I trust him with my body and heart. I know he would never hurt me, and if there ever comes a time for me use my safe word, I know he will respect it. Our relationship is consensual and safe. There is a reason I can bare myself in front of him with no shame and fear…it’s because I trust him to never mock me. Well, unless I ask him to”, you say with a small smile.

Ransom looked at you and tugged you to him, placing your hand on his shoulder and his around your waist.

“You can trust me; I promise to never hurt you. You can love me too”, he said softly, nuzzling his nose in your hair and hugging you. You’d never allowed him to hold you before, having always been around your Dom who didn’t like sharing. You ran a hand through Ransom’s hair before pulling away.

“That’s the thing, Ransom. I can’t trust you. You’re prone to anger and jealousy, you’re so unpredictable. More than that, you need to learn to respect me too. Your ego doesn’t allow for that. Unless you’re a man who respects me, I can’t trust you, let alone love you. Right now, you want me, but what about after you’ve had your way with me? A relationship is a commitment, and as of now you’re not ready for it.”

Ransom looked at you with eyes that had equal part sadness and rage. He let his eyes wander over you, taking in everything. He let himself memorize the curve of your neck and the feeling of your small body against his huge one. He took both your hands in his and squeezed.

“This is not the end of us, you get it? One day, you will trust me with yourself, mind, body, and heart. You will crave me and my touch. One day I’ll ask you to be mine and you’ll say yes.”

Saying this he closed the distance between you and pressed the softest kiss on your lips. His heartfelt confession moved you and you allowed yourself to kiss back, to return his affection for just a moment. Pulling away, Ransom stroked your cheek with his thumb before taking off his pinky ring and pressing it in your palm.

“This is a promise. I’ll have you by my side and you will want it. I’ll make you want to kneel before me, but until that happens, know that I will also always kneel before you.”

He walked away then, but you knew he’d be back. You looked at the ring in your palm before closing your fist and smiling. When the day came, you knew you would willingly surrender to Ransom and you’d be proud to kneel at his feet.

#ransom x reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom x you #ransom thrombey x you #ransom drysdale x you #knives out #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombrey

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arsenicpanda · 4 years ago

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I read your 3 takes posts, and I have some questions? Hope you don’t get mad and you can not reply if you want of course .

“And here, we take Jughead’s “She and I had a terrible break up back when I was in high school, and I never really recovered from it” as just that because, seriously, there’s no indication we should do otherwise from the text itself “

So this is the take you believe more in? That the show had Jughead saying that because he doesn’t have feelings for Betty? Along with this one, because you drop it there in the take too, what do you think about the 5x03 scene? Because that’s one BH and Jabitha fans see way different too.

And, what do you think about Betty regards all of those takes.

For the record, I don’t really get mad unless someone is being an asshole or purposefully disingenuous, and you are none of those and also I’m in Thoughts Mode, so it’s answering time. Anyway, so, that take is specific to the overall jabitha take, the purest, most jabitha-positive take, much like the bughead version had the purest, most bughead-positive take. But here’s my real, full take:

If I had to play the “guess what the Riverdale writers were thinking game,” I’d say that the writers decided to be wishy-washy on this line on purpose. The weirdness of the bunker scene implies, to me, that they wanted to switch to bughead but still leave the door just a little bit open for jabitha, whether it was for later drama, endgame, or iconic bugabitha purposes. So, they couldn’t just say “I’m not over Betty”, and instead they said “I never really recovered from [the break up],” and they clearly thought that those two things mean roughly the same thing, but the problem is that they absolutely do not. Not being over a person means you’re still in love with them and that love has overshadowed your feelings in every other relationship you’ve had, thus interfering with it; within fiction, it’s tragically romantic. Not being over a break up means that, regardless of your feelings for that person, it’s the break up that stuck with you and has interfered with your relationships, and that one is just horribly depressing in any context. So, from the Doylist perspective, I think we’re supposed to assume it’s an “I’m stuck on Betty thing”, but the problem is that, for me, that does not line up with the Watsonian explanation.

You see, Jughead has been nothing but honest with Tabitha all season, just completely straightforward, and there’s no reason for him to change that behavior now; he’s already explaining the problems in the way of them dating, so what functional difference is there between the two in that regard? It’s not like one is going to feel better than the other. I see no indication in the scene for him to be speaking in some code, especially since his hallucination scene is specifically a replay of the conversation about the Archie kiss, aka the conversation (or lack thereof) that set the stage for their break up; this really does imply that his problem isn’t feelings for Betty but feelings about/trauma (for lack of a better word) from the break up. Personally, I lean toward the Watsonian explanation because I am going to listen to the text before I listen to my best guess at the writers’ intentions.

But, honestly, I don’t think that conversation has anything to do with whether or not Jughead has feelings for Betty; it just relates to whether or not he is conscious of having feelings for Betty. And in that regard, honestly, pick whatever you like. I don’t have a specific take here based on the text because I really think it can be read equally along any point in the spectrum between “he has conscious feelings for Betty” through “he has unconscious feelings for Betty” through “he is unaware he has no feelings for Betty” all the way to “he has no feelings for Betty and he knows it.” I’d say canon intends things to be somewhere between “he has conscious feelings for Betty” and “he has unconscious feelings for Betty”, but I think all can be argued if you really feel like it, and the take I use would vary based on the story I wanted to tell, as would my take on the extent of his feelings for Tabitha (from minor, easy-to-overcome crush to a serious crush and case of Feelings that’s only going to get worse/bigger).

As for 5x03, I assume you mean the apology confession/sex scene? I read that as a mistake on both ends. I think Betty is overcome with regret and guilt and also love, and she can’t really articulate her feelings--thus all the generic “I’m sorry”s--so she tries to show Jughead that she chose and still chooses him by using sex. The problem is, this is clearly not what Jughead really wants and it’s definitely not what he needs; we see this in how he doesn’t kiss her back at first. What Jughead wants and needs is a specific apology for the cheating-- the exact words “I’m sorry I kissed Archie” (as seen in his hallucination)--and, I would assume, an explanation, but he’s also afraid to ask for it (if I had to guess why, I’d assume he’s afraid of the answer). Betty does, effectively, pressure him into sex, since we see he’s non-responsive at first, but it’s a very light and unintentional pressure that isn’t traumatic or anything, it just kind of is. The problem isn’t the sex, it’s that they aren’t speaking the same language here. And because it doesn’t work and instead leaves things awkward--Jughead’s afraid to broach the topic and needs Betty to do it, and Betty doesn’t want to push him and needs Jughead to do it--they stop communicating and things go sideways. I fully believe that if they had talked that night instead of having sex, they’d still be together.

As for Betty in regards to these takes, I’m not sure what you mean? Outside of the 5x03 scene, her current state of mind and her feelings are pretty irrelevant to what’s going on with Jughead. Betty is kind of just living her life completely outside Jughead’s because, depending on your interpretation, she either has no feelings for him outside of friendship or she is entirely unaware of the feelings she still has for him or even is conscious of having feelings for Jughead but is also consciously pushing them down. Canon is obviously going for the second or third option (my money’s on the second), but I will say that, in universe, there isn’t really a reason for any of these characters to interpret Betty’s interactions with him as displays of romantic interest; it can be entirely platonic, even if that is not the “““correct””” interpretation. As for me, I can see arguments for all sides, and my interpretation of choice would vary depending on what I want to do with that interpretation. Do I want to write a jabitha fic? She just sees him as a friend. Do I want to write a bugabitha or bughead fic? She has feelings for him but may or may not be conscious of said feelings, again depending on the fic. And the same applies for gif sets, never-to-be-written story ideas, and anything else.

tl;dr The Doylist and Watsonian explanations for the break up line clash, and I lean Watsonian. That scene is entirely unrelated to Jughead’s actual feelings, which could be literally anything. The 5x03 confession/sex scene was a series of mistakes that set the stage for bughead’s break up. Jughead’s feelings could be interpreted any way, the same as Betty’s. I acknowledge the likely canon reads of Jughead and Betty’s feelings, but don’t subscribe to any interpretation in particular myself, instead picking and choosing depending on my purposes.

#asks #anonymous #Riverdale #Riverdale season 5 #bughead #bughead negativity #I guess?#jabitha #kind of?#I really don't have a strong opinion here #although I DO have a lot of thoughts (unsurprisingly)#specificaly ~1.1k words of thoughts #my thoughts on Riverdale let me show you them #Anonymous

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pacificwanderer · 6 years ago

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I’m starting to feel very nervous that there will be no romance between Ben and Rey. What if it’s just them reconciling and that’s it. Their relationship just evolves to them being friends at the end of IX or their relationship is so subtle and is left ambiguous...

Hey Nonnie,

Romance has always been an overt part of SW as a whole, so there’s no reason to believe that any romance between Rey and Ben would be subtle or ambiguous.

I’m going to be frank, but they were not so subtly eye-fucking each other on that elevator (my non-shipping spouse thought they were going to kiss, which is exactly what they wanted the audience to think).

She saw his tits.

They touched hands in a symbolic union across space and time.

And then there’s the whole throne room scene. I just, you know it’s not only the Reylos that see this shit, right?

Here’s a fun article from Vanity Fair: How The Last Jedi Became the Sexiest Star Wars Movie Yet that features such gems as:

But having seen the film with a full audience three times, I can say no moment draws more audible gasps and applause than when Adam Driver’s Kylo Ren and Daisy Ridley’s Rey whirl around in brief slow-motion, stand back-to-back, and take on a room of their shared enemies together. It’s the sexiest moment in a franchise that already featured a young Han Solo answering Leia’s earnest “I love you” with a smoldering “I know.”

But I hate to break it to you: the Tumblr fans were right. With Rey’s non-Skywalker lineage confirmed, she and Kylo burn up the screen in the franchise’s most intense relationship we can’t help but root for—even though we know we shouldn’t.

It’s tempting, at first, to deny the existence of any sexual tones in The Last Jedi. This is, after all, a franchise for kids. But sex, love, and bad or off-limits romances have always been written into the D.N.A. of Star Wars—albeit a little less lustily.

And like this entire paragraph:

But for all the romantic picnics between Padmé and Anakin and passionate stolen kisses of Han and Leia, nothing in the Star Wars franchise has ever had quite the dangerous spark as the late-night Force Skype sessions between lonely, misunderstood misfits Rey and Kylo. “You’re not alone,” they urgently confess to each other as the movie pushes them closer. Nothing is sexier than a forbidden romance—and, like any overprotective father figure, Luke should have known that busting up their call would only drive Rey directly into Kylo’s arms. (Note the precise moment in the film where she switches from calling him Kylo to calling him “Ben.”) The fact that Kylo is unwittingly being used as some kind of sexy emo honeypot so Snoke can lure Rey into his clutches is beside the point. These kids think the connection they have is special because they are special.

Okay, so read the entire article because it’s gold.

And then this article is just lol:

1. Kylo Ren takes his shirt offLike I wasn’t going to start with this? Adam Driver as Kylo Ren gamely serves up the most Star Wars beefcake since Luke went sleeveless on Dagobah, and even Rey is rattled. She forgot to force-knock before barging in on the dude, and here’s Kylo Ren alone in his room, stripped to the waist, boasting sweaty pecs that look like he sliced Alderaan in half and glued the remainders to his chest. It’s a lot! Finally, even people who don’t subscribe to HBO can wonder, “Shit, am I attracted to Adam Driver?”

2. Kylo and Rey’s whole thingMany weirdos shipped these two characters after The Force Awakens, and now I kinda get it. Kylo and Rey never make out, but they still share The Last Jedi’s sexiest scenes as well as a telepathic connection fostered by sinister voyeur Snoke, the galaxy’s mightiest cuck. And how about that moment where Kylo kills his mentor — it’s always hot when a space goth murders a lazy magician — and then flips sides with Rey to kill off a straggling crew of ruby-red stormtroopers? If watching seven seasons of Buffy has taught me anything, it’s that there is no sex sign more unequivocal than teaming up with your sworn enemy to throw stage punches.

And like, this is going to get a little ranty (not directed at you, nonnie, just in general because I have a lot of feelings about SW and Reylo lol), but I don’t know if I can properly convey just how big of a fucking deal it is that Ben killed Snoke for Rey. He killed his master for someone he’s known for, what? Three days? A girl who tried to kill him twice? And he’s not even mad about it! I think he’s impressed, and more than just a little bit in love with her.

But he killed off what everyone thought was going to be the big bad, because he wanted to keep her safe. He was thinking of this plan from when she arrived on Snoke’s Supremacy. He knew what he had to do, but he wasn’t sure until that lightsaber fell in front of him and everything clicked because there was no way he was going to let Snoke have her.

After everything he’s been through and everything that Snoke has done to him, he wasn’t willing to give her up.

He killed someone who has had a hold on him since BIRTH, basically an evil wizard that had a powerful spell over him for his entire life, and he killed him for her. I don’t know if people realize just how significant that is for Ben. Unless you’ve grown up in an extremely oppressive environment (think fundamentalist religions or even cults), it’s hard to properly convey just how much of a big fucking deal it is to turn on everything you’ve come to know.

Snoke isolated Ben so completely that they weren’t even allowed to utter his birth name in the FO. He tried to fashion him into a weapon that could be used to bring down Luke. But furthermore than that, the relationship was insidious and predatory in nature, but as is the case with those kinds of relationships, people are brainwashed into believing certain things. They condition people to have certain reactions (so, when Han questions Snoke’s loyalty to Ben and tells him that Snoke will use him and destroy him, Kylo basically replies with a ready response, “No, the supreme leader is wise.” LIKE FUCK ME SIDEWAYS. That’s a learned reaction, something that gets triggered by specific circumstances/conditioning and, in this case, that circumstance is someone questioning Snoke’s power).

So turning away from something that you’ve been indoctrinated into is hard and, in some cases, impossible because of the kind of conditioning that is used to control people accounts for that kind of thing (which also makes Fi//nn turning against the FO a huge fucking deal too, btw). But Ben overcomes that for her. This isn’t something you do for like some rando on the street. He did this because he wanted to keep her, and she wanted to keep him, but not as they are at that point. Both of them need to figure out some shit on their own before they’re able to come together and resolve their problems and get a HEA.

He made his first step towards the light for her, but now he has to find his own reasons for coming around. He has to want to change for himself, and not because Rey or anyone else wants him to, in order for there to be any kind of lasting change in his life (and of course it’s fine if he needs help to do that, but the main motivating factor has to be that he wants to change).

And I’m not so convinced that Rey is sold on the idea of the Resistance. Like it was always her intention to go back to Jakku until Kylo got her to see the truth about that. She’s been fighting to survive her entire life, like she doesn’t owe them anything. I think her story is going to be more Force driven than anything else (with the eventual resolution for it all at the end), but we’ll have to see.

Also. ALSO. She shipped herself to him, right smack into fucking enemy territory, risking torture and death, to get him back. She did that. SHE DID THAT. RIGHT IN THERE. Like how impulsive and awesome. She saw the good in him, saw that they shared something yet to come, and BOOM she’s in there to get him back. I admire that about her. It’s brave and such a fucking hero thing to do, and for the villain. MY GOD. FOR KYLO FUCKING REN. THE DUDE SHE JUST TRIED TO KILL TWICE. I JUST. *FLAILING*

BE STILL MY VILLAIN FUCKER HEART.

Anyfuckingways. Basically, LF knows how thirsty everyone is for more Reylo content, JJ knows how thirsty we all are for more Reylo content (his director’s commentary, what does he say when the story shifts back to Rey and Kylo? “Back to the story that everyone cares about?”).

Just don’t worry. Honestly, it’s not worth it. And, honestly, this shit already isn’t subtle or subtext or any of it. It’s right the fuck out there. Obvious enough that other media comments on it and fanboys get riled up about it.

It’s real. And I have faith that they cast Adam Fucking Driver because they know what a god damn fabulous kisser he is, like they’re not going to let those “plush lips” go to waste. WHAT A CRIME THAT WOULD BE.

WHAT A WASTE.

Anyways, there’s a shitton of awesome Reylo meta out there that pretty much lays out why people thing it’s going to happen and if you’re still worried about it, maybe take a break from spoilers/the fandom for a bit because, at the end of it all, it’s supposed to be fun and not stressful.

Cheers and chin up, Nonnie!

#reylo #epix speculation #long post #also carrie promised us a space kiss with daisy lol #it's going to be fine guys #normally I don't answer these because I've gotten too many #but I'm feeling sassy and avoiding work rn #asks and answers #anonymous asks #ask pacificwanderer #Anonymous #don't get me started on his lightsaber #just don't #or just the whole fucking throne room scene

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walkingshcdow-a · 5 years ago

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Title: This is Real Rating: T (probably K+, but heavily implied sex scenes) Summary: Finnegan and Felicity’s honeymoon

The blurry wedding ceremony and reception replayed through Finnegan’s mind as he settled into his seat on the jet. Empty, except the crew and the bride and groom, the jet hurtled towards Madrid with alarming speed. Soon, they would touch down in the airport, check into a hotel, and begin their married life traversing from Spanish city to Spanish city, soaking in the ecotourism of Madrid and the historic architecture of Seville. Then it would be back to the grind. FinneCorp awaited. Felicity’s non-profit beckoned. They’d disconnected their phones - at least for the next twenty-four hours - and the sabbatical from technology left Finnegan alone with his thoughts. Beside him, Felicity slept. She’d traded her sleek, white gown for a day dress and sensible flats. Even after a day of juggling family, friends, and business associates, she looked so put together. It took careful eyes to notice that a tendril of brown hair fell across her cheeks, touching her lips, and stuck to the not-yet-dried chapstick she wore. Her body relaxed in ways Finnegan hadn’t seen it do in months. The urge to touch her welled up within him, but he resisted the instinct to curl around her, to brush her hair from her face, to inhale her familiar scent. She might not like it much.

They’d kissed at the wedding. Of course, they had. He hadn’t expected it to be so… so…

Of all the blurry memories, made softer by the rose-colored fog of champagne, the one that stood out most was not kissing her - though he remembered that and the way he gasped against her insistent lips - but rather the moment after. People cheered. Someone said something like “Mr. and Mrs. Finnegan”. But all Finnegan could do was look at his new bride, seeking her approval. Her misty, dark eyes were unreadable, but her hand slid into his and she squeezed as if saying, “Yes, I’m here. Yes, this is real.”

He wanted it to be real. She balanced a demanding schedule and a demanding career serving others. She spoke effortless Spanish but grappled with Catalan. She called him by his Christian name when no one else dared. Her heart bled for others and she refused to apologize for it or clean up the red stains it left on Finnegan’s skin. For her, he wanted to be the best version of himself - and almost nothing had ever terrified him more than that. The only thing that frightened him more was that as she slept, he wanted to kiss the sweet arch of her neck. Usually on a flight, even one as short as this, Finnegan would busy himself with work or reading or sleep. Instead, riveted by the rise and fall of Felicity’s chest, and reassured by the warmth emanating from her body and fearing what the night would bring, he watched over her. When she awoke as the plane touched down, he pretended to read the safety plans. Again, her hand sought his. He took it gladly.

Exhausted, they arrived to the hotel with their bags and Finnegan looked around their suite. New York had spoiled him. He often forgot that European accommodations were smaller. The queen-sized bed would encourage closeness. As they dressed for bed and slipped beneath the covers, expectation mounted in Finnegan’s chest. He laid on his back. The mattress shifted as Felicity rolled towards him. Her leg brushed his electrically. His breath caught in his throat as he rolled to face her. Experimentally, his hand rested upon her hip. Felicity smiled softly at him.

“I won’t break,” she told him, pressing a little closer.

I might, he thought.

“I know,” he said. “We haven’t… discussed a few terms of this marriage.”

“Do you want to?”

He thought about the other times they kissed, all the close-to-confessions that passed between them over the years. Since proposing to her - and before, perhaps, when he watched her bite the erasers of pencils and followed her into local coffee shops because supporting small businesses “just made sense” - Felicity had sent Finnegan’s identity into a tailspin. Until Felicity, his world operated on a binary, computer-coded perfectly. He’d only ever fancied men. “Fancied” was such an insubstantial word for what he felt for his verbal sparring partner, his equal in all things, his wife.

When had he fallen in love with her? When had that grown to encompass desire?

“What’s there to discuss?” he asked. “Couldn’t we just…”

He leaned forward to kiss her; his lips caught the edge of hers. Her fingers carded through his hair softly.

“I’m not one of your boys,” she murmured. “I need you to use your words.”

“You need to be seduced.” He sounded dazed, pulling away and blinking at her.

“I want to be seduced,” she corrected. “But I need to know what your long game is. Michael, I know you too well to think…”

“Think what?”

“I don’t know,” she said. The tears that threatened to fall during the wedding began to spill from her eyes. The deluge surprised Finnegan, but not as much as his instant reaction. His arms wrapped around Felicity and he held her to his chest.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight,” he said. Ten years ago, he could never have said such a thing. “Let’s just lay here. I’ll hold you unless you’d rather I didn’t.”

Three nights passed this way. Days were spent sightseeing. They parasailed at Felicity’s behest and marveled at museums at Finnegan’s. The day they packed their bags to fo to Seville, something shifted. He folded his shirts neatly; she rolled her clothes in her suitcase like a camper. He snapped a tie at her playfully, teasing her for her efficiency. She giggled and teased him for his perfectionism. The air sparked with unspoken something and just like that, he spoke -

“I love that you put me in my place. You’re the only one who can.”

“Someone should,” she said, zipping her suitcase shut.

“No,” he said. “I mean to say that I love you.”

Her suitcase hits the floor with a clatter and thud. He thought she would cry again or tell him not to toy with her. But Felicity knew Finnegan. She’d said it a hundred times. Her hands grasp his shirt and she pulls him in for a kiss. She kisses him with the relief of crops that awaited the rain tasting the first drops of monsoon season and then as if she couldn’t do anything but drink in the flood. He gripped her hips for balance, but Felicity pushed him down onto the mattress. His suitcase, unzipped, hit the floor. Shirts spilled across the floor, but as Felicity climbed atop of him, pressing against him and kissing him expertly, Finnegan couldn’t care.

“Say it again,” she commands.

Stuttering, he confessed - I love you, I have since I can remember, you confuse the hell out of me, you scare me, you drive me crazy, I need you, I want you, I love you - all the things he hadn’t been brave enough to say. For each confession, she kissed him, undid a button, and told him her own: I love you, I have since I can remember, you confuse the hell out of me, I want to scare you as much as you scare me, you drive me wild, I need you, I want you, I love you. They spoke frantic words of passion, the kinds that they should have exchanged months or years ago. And then a devious, cruel look overcame her eyes as she rocked against him.

“Have you ever made love to a woman?” she asked. She knew about the men. How could she not?

“I’ve never made love to anyone,” he confessed. He was not a virgin, but he wouldn’t call anything he had done “making love”. “Show me how.”

And so they missed check out from the hotel and a train to Seville as they consummated their marriage. Felicity told him what to do, praising one moment and demanding the next, and he realized there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her - not only to bury himself between her thighs but because this was the woman with whom he would spend eternity, the one who matched him, the only one who made him feel weak and happy about it.

They laid in bed afterward, sweaty and tired but smiling.

“I fell in love with you at Princeton,” she told him. “You were such an ass.”

“I still am,” he said, burying his face in her collarbone.

“But it was the day you were checking emails while we were studying,” she said. “I was studying for finals - my last ones, a month before you proposed. You were running the company from your laptop, from Jersey, and you still decided to do it while sitting with me before my exams and I thought, I could love a man like this. I didn’t realize I aready did until we’d been engaged for three years.”

“You’ve always been cleverer than me,” he said. “I was in denial until we were planning the wedding.”

“I know. That’s why I never told you.”

“If you had told me, it might have saved time, darling,” he mumbled. “Forced me to do some self-examination.”

“I know you. I knew you’d figure it out. You’re a smart man.”

He kissed her gratefully. The following days became bolder - holding hands while on tours of the city and kissing in quiet cathedrals. They spoke as freely as ever about everything they would usually speak about. And then at night, retiring to their hotel room, they experimented with each other privately, as if making up for wasted time. None of it was wasted. Not really, Finnegan mused one morning while watching Felicity make coffee. It led them there.

By the time they returned to New York, they didn’t have words to explain that they held hands and eased into affection, except, well, wasn’t that what spouses did? Hadn’t they been playing at it all along? The only difference between playing at love and meaning every word, at least for them, was that now, at least, they were on the same page. And, really, whose business was that but theirs?

#;;thy tongue; thy story quickly.| {drabble}#;;from the third richest family in england | {finnegan}

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silviasutton1989 · 6 years ago

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T.T.K. Ch. 12 part 2 “Le jeux sont fait”

A/N: well I know it’s pretty late but I will have like a million things to do tomorrow so I wanted to go ahead and post this (i you see some grammatical errors please just look past them) Here is part 2!! its a long one but you get your answers (here may be a question or two still lingering around but I’m clearing those up in ch. 13.) I hope that you all are open to where I will take these characters, and thank you all for coming along this far!! Shouting out @darley1101 for sending me encouragement (thank you) I was really worried but she told me to d what I had to do fr y story so I went the way I felt (honestly I have like 3 different endings so...) I go back in forth in this one (a lot) so if anyone gets confused feel free to comment.

Word Count. 3000 (just take your time with this one but it’s a quick read I promise)

Rating: Mature audience for course language

Catch Up: Chapter 1 1.2 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 9.2 9.25 10 11 12.1

Summary: Drake and Riley finally talk but will everything be confessed? How will the truth of Riley’s birthday night finally come out?

"Fuuuuucccckkkkk!!!!!"

Liam screams from the top of his lungs. The two have been screaming profanities into the night air for at least 20 minutes the bottle Riley had saved for Drake now open as she takes the first two sips of it before handing it to Liam.

"Boy when you let loose...." She giggles, his button down shirt is open tie dangling from his shoulders.

"I love this. No propriety no decorum just FUUUUCCCKKK!" he screams again with wide eyes and a large grin.

"I've never seen this side of you before Liam it's ....sexy." She winks at him, then covers her face in her hands in shame. "god I shouldn't have said that. I..."

"What? You think I'm sexy." Liam saunters over to her "What's wrong with that...I think you're sexy too." His fingertips teasingly ghost up and down her arm. That's as far as he was willing to go...unless she wanted more, he would gladly give her more.

"Liam." she warns relishing in his touch. She wants to move, she ordered her feet to back away but they didn't budge.

"Tonight is your birthday, so if you want something...anything." They lock eyes, his fingers press hard against her skin. "Take it."

Riley doesn't waste any time closing in the distance between them catching his lips in a searing kiss, his mouth opens to her and their tongues dance to their own music.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." she whispers lowly between kisses.

"You've been avoiding me all day, Sutton." Riley found Drake in the veranda, his eyes never leave the fields of green, his jaw clenches as she steps closer to him. The smell of her vanilla perfume begins to whiff past him and a lump forms in his throat.

"I'm here now Drake. What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm just going to come right out with it ok?" Drake turns to see his fiancee's arms folded her eyebrow arched. Olivia was rubbing off on her.

"Lately you...we have been distant. And yesterday was not how I wanted things to go at all..." he rubs the back of his neck trying to read the expression on her face but she wont look at him...at least not in his eyes. "I need to be honest with you about something."

He takes her hands into his own, his heart beating so fast he closes his eyes to brace himself."I lied when I said there was nothing between Kiara and I after our one night. When I left for college...I was lonely. I tried talking to Liam but he was so busy with Leo's social season and he wasn't really talking to me. I didn't have anyone and then I got a text from Kiara, asking me how I was doing. We talked back and forth for months..nothing major, and never about that night, just about our lives bout college or the court. One night I got completely hammered and I texted her this 8 page message rambling abut I was in love with her and that when I got back home we should marry...it was so stupid. I woke up with a text from her all it said was ok. I...I was so embarrassed I stopped texting her. Honestly we didn't speak again until....until Liam's social season." He opens his eyes one at a time.

"What about last night I know she went after you and you didn't come to our room...Drake what happened last night?"

"Nothing happened, we played some pool had a few drinks she got a booty call from... well that's not my place to say. But she bailed on me and I just crashed in an empty room."

"Oh" She wanted him to say they kissed, anything to stop the guilt building within her. "Well. Good." she gives a half smile and he quickly sees something is wrong.

"Riley ... did something happen last night after the party? I know you didn't sleep in our bed, it was still made when I came to get dressed and you never make the bed."

"What? No of course not. I was pretty drunk Liam took me to my room I waited up for you and fell asleep on the couch." she rises to her toes and kisses her fiancee.

"So... we are ok?" Drake wraps his arms around her tightening his hold then kisses her again.

"Completely." she states swallowing the guilt.

Kiara leans in, just an inch away from Drake "What do you want?" she says before reaching for the chalk cube that sits next to him and stepping away to get her own pool cue.

Drake blushes, slightly embarrassed thinking that her actions were flirtatious.

"How about who ever makes a shot the other person has to tell a secret." It was a dumb idea but Drake was drunk and he needed to spew is guts out to someone..why not her?

"Deal and since I already made my shot let's hear that secret."

"Ok..." Drake leans over the table studying the ball closest to a corner pocket. "Ok here goes....I never told Riley about our texts while I was in college." He lets out the breathe he had been holding a his shoulders felling lighter....not completely though."

"Pourqui? Those texts didn't mean anything." She chuckles lightly watching his hair fall to the front of his face. The secret she would never tell is how badly to wanted to run her finger through it. "I thing the longer you keep that from her the worse you are going to make it seem."

With a nod Drake makes his shot." Your turn Kiara...what's your secret."

"Um.... she studies the remaining balls on the table. "well I planned to bring you in here to seduce you." she states matter of factly relishing Drake's checks growing redder. She makes a shot and the blue ball rolls into a side pocket with ease. "I'm not going to though... spending tonight with you, I realize your relationship with Riley is love, and I don't love you. I mean yes I'm attracted to you but I also like being your friend. I've only scene you smile for 3 things: horses, whiskey, and Riley. What kind of friend would I be to mess that up for you?"

"Well..."He wasn't sure how to respond so he just focuses on chalking his cue. "I guess my next secret would be that had I never met Riley maybe....." He can't get the words out and they both chuckle.

"Oh mon lapin, I would break your sweet little heart."

Drake chuckles at her bod statement, " Oh yeah?" He levels his body to the table aiming for the ball furthest from him.

"Yeah besides Madeline and I have been having sex every night since the club." Drake misses the ball completely and looks to her.

"Are you serious? Why her of all people?"

"She isn't that bad...." the two share a look "ok she is tres mauvais but..that night she confessed her love for Hana . She can love...or at least she wants to. But Hana has been avoiding her and she is too prideful to admit it hurts her. So every night she's been taking out her frustrations....on me." Kiara's phone vibrates and she quickly looks at it a smile filling her face as she texts back.

"Kiara, I don't think that's a good idea. She's in love with someone else what it you fall for her?"

"Aren't you the pot calling the kettle black, Mr. guy who stole his fiancee from his best friend. I guess I will deal with my emotions when they deal with theirs... and you deal with yours."

Kiara's eyes are glued to her screen as another text pops up. "Look I have to go. But it was fun being your friend for the night."She heads for the door. "Look I know you may not be ready to confront Riley just yet so there are plenty of empty rooms to sleep...you can even take mine, I wont be needing it tonight." She gives him a playful wink before she is out the door.

Drake walks down the hall to find a room. It's quite eerily quiet. He heads down the back stares missing the drunk couple only by a few minuets.

"How about we do a couple of shots with you by these near the bookshelves" The interviewer tells Olivia. The duchess straightens her suit jacket and gives her best diplomatic pose for the photographer.

"Um.. how about you smile for us a little. You seem a little cold in these shots."

Olivia rolls her eyes. "I don't smile." arching her eyebrow at the two.

The photos continue as the interview begins to ask her questions.

"So how does it feel to be one of the women to watch?"

"Honestly it feels reassuring. I have worked tirelessly for the Cordonian people, to be recognized is truly..."

"Hold one second Duchess, is that King Liam?"

Olivia turns to see Liam walking towards her. He holds a large beaqu of back roses wrapped in deep red satin. He smiles ear to ear as he approaches, and even though he gives off this since of confidence, for a second, a quick second, Olivia can see he is nervous.

"I'm sorry about intruding I just wanted to give you these and congratulate you on your interview." Their eyes are locked as if no one else is in the room, Liam has his infectious beam on full display, and Olivia can't help but to smile as well.

"I thought she didn't smile." the photographer whispers to the interviewer.

"Well it's such an honor to meet you Your Highness. Would you like to stay we just started?"

"I'm sure the King has more important things to..."

"Actually I'm free for a couple of hours and trust me I have known this woman since she was 5 I have all the juicy intel."

Olivia scowls as the two begin to laugh at her expense.

"Well may I just say that those roses are beautiful. But I must as why black? Doesn't that symbolize death?"

"They aren't black they are---"

"They are baccara roses. "Liam cuts off Olivia she bites her lip. Whatever happiness she felt seeing him has quickly dissipated. Today was supposed to be her day.

"They don't necessarily mean death. It can also mean rebirth....or incredible beauty." He looks deeply the duchess' eyes "Plus they are her favorite." she exhales loudly.

"Wow so should we be expecting some sort of relationship blooming between you two soon? This will be a great exclusive."

"No we are just friends---"

"Anything is possible," Liam cuts her off again. Her green eyes widen in shock, never has he even hinted at a relationship with her...sex yes but always as friends with benefits. Could he really begin to see them as something more?

"I know that this woman here is a force, and the best ally you could ever have." Liam takes her free hand into his own, "I don't know what our future holds but where ever we end up I know I want her by my side."

Olivia blinks several times to make sure she isn't hallucinating. She isn't, he is still there holding her hand and smiling at her in a way he never had, saying these words she never thought she would ever hear, she can't fight the blush filling her face and she beams with a smile.

The interviewer and photographer just watch the display in awe. "Get the shot! Get the damn shot!" the interviewer whispers loudly as the camera begins to click away.

It all started, more like ended, the next day. The Casteliarian's were hosting their annual art show, but before that they would have a perstigious luncheon one where many of the nobles had RSVP's to attend. It didn't take much to convince Liam to let her give a toast in his honor. Riley wanted to prove to everyone she could be a duchess this was the perfect opportunity.

Riley and Drake walk to the dining hall hand and hand. On the surface they looked as if everything was fine but Drake knew something was off, he could feel it.

"Oh I'm so glad I caught you." Lord Scribes stops them. He fiddles with the buttons on his suit jacket trying to button it over his pot belly but failing in his attempts "Lady... Duchess Riley it has come to my attention that you requested to give the toast today. Well, although we are grateful for your initiative we have chosen another candidate." He turns on his heals to walk away when Drake stops him.

"Wait a minute she's been working all night on that speech. You can't just give her chance away." Riley's heart swells watching him defend her, it breaks into pieces when she remembers her transgressions. "Liam gave her the ok let him be the one to take it away."

As if on cue Liam turns the corner. "Liam!" Drake calls him over. "Chief Wiggum over hear says you found someone better to do the toast you already promised Riley."

"What? No I didn't. Lord Scribes what is going on?"

"You Highness, Duchess Olivia said she could give the toast. And like we mentioned the other day we could use her clout right now. The nobles aren't here to see art Sire they are here because the press will be here and the press is only here because Olivia will be giving a toast tonight."

Liam looks to Riley then back to Scribes. "No she will not. I gave it to Riley. Riley will do it."

"But your Highness.."

"Enough....I'm sick of riding Olivia's coat tails. Look you wanted me to spend some time with her in front of the press. I did that. And maybe later on today will walk around the art show with her but that is it. No more forcing me to pretend to like her when..."

"When what Liam?" the voice sends chills through him. He turns to see the red head with flaming green eyes staring at him index cards in her hand. "Finish your sentence Your Majesty."

"I...I..." He stammers.

"All of it was fake wasn't it? The interview the flowers the nigh on the balcony all of it was just to profit from my 15 minutes of fame?" She scoffs and shakes her head "So when you kissed Riley was that fake too? Or was it just me? Am I the only one you pretend with?" She straightens herself, feeling the tears form in her eyes. "You know what Riley you can have it. All of him....I mean it." Olivia turns a strides down the hall.

The hallway begins to feel closed in. Drake turns to his fiancee. "When did you two kiss?" He asks crossing his arms Liam tying his best to blend into the wall.

"Umm...I should go check on Olivia." She runs after her friend leaving the 3 men to stand there bewildered and confused.

"I can't believe I'm doing this.....I can't believe I'm doing this." Riley says it over and over as their kiss deepens. At first Liam thought it was cute-- maybe she had hoped beyond hoped that one day they wound be like this again. But by the third time she said it he could hear the cringe in her voice, the doubt in her tone...she didn't want to do this, not really.

They break from the kiss to breath and Riley leans back in to meet his lips only for him to back away.

"I think we should call it a night...don't you?"

"Wh...um yeah. I think your right." she tries to play off her hurt feelings.

"Come on I'll walk you to your room." at first his hand steadies against the small of her back but he rises it to her shoulder.

"No that's ok I can manage." she doesn't look at him far too embarrassed, her eyes are focused on her shoes.

"Are you sure? I don't mind."

"Yeah...I'm fine I need to be alone for a little. Have a good night Liam."

"Happy Birthday Riley." He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and watches as she leaves down the hall.

Riley finds Olivia in her room throwing long stemmed roses from her window.

"Rebirth my ass!!"

"Liv, can we talk?" She walks slowly as if approaching a wild animal. Olivia quickly wipes her checks.

"I don't need you to check up on me Riley. Get the hell out before I kick you out myself."

"The other day, when Maxwell was talking about that couple that was.....you said something that I couldn't stop thinking about and I didn’t know why until now. You said your room was on the vacant wing and you didn’t hear anything all night, but Maxwell never said where the couple was." she takes a seat next to her red head friend lightly touching her shoulder. "Olivia it was you wasn't it...it was you and Liam."

It was too late to stop the tears, too late to kick Riley out so that she could cry alone. So she chose to do something else, she chose to cry right there on her friend’s shoulder.

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shoutdontwhisper · 7 years ago

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In the past 6 months i’ve gone from thinking there is no way Robert is the father of Rebecca’s baby, to resigned to the fact he is but hating it and now i’m back at the baby isn’t Rob’s + the ONS never happened.

I’ve done the one thing i was trying so hard not to do and that is get my hopes up of an ending to this storyline that i’d love/accept. I can’t ignore what my gut told me back in April and what it is telling me now.

I’m not trying to convince anyone or get anyone’s hopes up so they can be dashed later. I just wanted to articulate the main reasons i’m on board team Theory™ (copyright Theory queen @itwasjustmisplaced). Something may happen next week or in 3 weeks that makes me change my mind again but for now these are the signs i’ve seen.

This became a bit of an essay so read after the break.

The weirdness of the ONS and the morning after

Lets start with the simple fact that Robert was drunk the night of the one night stand. I don’t think it matters if Ryan didn’t act ‘drunk enough’ for you in this scene. You can compare it to others where he was stumbling or slurring his words but that’s not the point. Rebecca herself says multiple times that night that he has had too much to drink. When he admitted the ons to Chas he said “I got really, really drunk. And …i slept with Rebecca”. When Aaron asks him what he was thinking that night, he said “I wasn��t, I was drunk”. The writers have established multiple times he was drunk that night. I don’t think we are suppose to argue this.

What else do we know about that night? Not much was shown. There was no morning after scene and we learn later on that Robert had passed out, Rebeca left and he woke up alone.

The next morning Rebecca leaves this voice message

“Hey its me. Hope your head is ok this morning, you’d had a few. Things got a bit intense last night. I hope your not um…i just hope you’re alright this morning. Breaking up with Aaron can’t be easy. I’m here if you need me, anyway i’ll call again later.”

OK, this message will probably haunt many people. Honestly it seemed a lot weirder to me BEFORE we learnt that she left that night (but why would she leave him passed out?). Again, she points out he was drunk but the rest is so vague. The consistent and only interpretation of the ONS we have ever gotten from Rebecca was that she was a victim and Robert used her.

For the most part she’s showed no hesitation in saying her and Robert slept together - you could easily argue that the odd looks and pauses or the “i can’t…it’s yours” are all signs she’s lying and whilst they do contribute to the weirdness of the whole storyline i don’t want to focus on that too much.

Robert himself seemed to show no hesitation in saying they slept together when he admitted it to Chas. He even described the sex as “empty” to Aaron which suggests he remembers something/it. So why would he admit to it if it never happened?

Thinking you’ve had sex when you haven’t

Since the ONS the show has shown 3 instances of characters thinking they had sex with someone when they didn’t. In June Marlon thought he slept with Lydia, he even confesses to Laurel before Lydia corrects him. In August Faith also wasn’t sure what happened when she spent the night with Rodney. He had to tell her they only kissed and literally says “i didn’t take advantage of you”. Marlon and Faith was mostly played for laughs & there was nothing onscreen except the morning after when we saw them trying to sneak out.

This brings us to what Robert did to Lawrence. When I first watched this episode I was so angry but after re-watching i’m convinced it was foreshadowing or highlighting what happened that night in March. This was a turning point for me…A drugged Lawrence is confused but easily convinced that he and Robert had sex. Robert immediately plays the victim and tells Lawrence he took advantage of him “I was barely awake. You knew I was upset about Aaron. You should never had let me go along with it”. Once the confusion fades Lawrence apologises multiple times to Robert for what he “did”.

Sound familiar?

3 similar instances in 6 months feels like more than a coincidence to me. I can’t remember any in 2016 (please tell me if i’m wrong).

Rebecca’s missing pregnancy POV

Rebecca’s pov throughout the pregnancy has been almost non-existent. Before the ons reveal she did have a little but it’s a joke compared to other characters. I wrote about this more here.

It is actually ridiculous that we have not been shown one scene of Rebecca with a medical professional throughout this storyline. Either at her abortion appointment, during her miscarriage scare or at any of her scans.

Not only has Rebecca’s pov been missing but the details around the dates of the pregnancy are also vague. I wrote about this here.

After the ons reveal her pov regarding the baby has gone from minimal to non-existent. The pregnancy has been told from the pov of Robert, Aaron and Victoria.

Everyone is taking her word for it that Robert is the father. THERE HAS BEEN NO DNA TEST. Again please, can someone tell me of another time on a soap when a character slept with 2 men and one was claimed to be the father without any dna test or twist?

Rebecca’s naivety around Robert’s scheming

If you think Rebecca was a horribly written character before then it *seems* to have gotten worse since Robert started scheming the Whites.

After everything Robert did she was so quick to trust him and believe he wanted to be there for her and the baby. I struggle to believe Emmerdale would write her character like this unless for a reason. Her role has been reduced to nothing more than talking about the baby and worrying about her dad. She never gets any focus in a scene, no closeups etc. And the longer Emmerdale continue to write her as naive and insignificant the more suspicious i become.

Just like I was suspicious when Moira was offscreen for long periods of time after sleeping with both Cain and Pete. It reminds me of a thriller/horror film. Always look out for the inconspicuous character.

Also, since the scheming what little dialogue Rebecca does have feels like she’s testing Robert. She always wanted the family he promised her years ago and she doesn’t want to push him too far too soon but she is testing his intentions and needing constant reassurance from him and he keeps giving it to her as part of his scheming. Some recent examples:

After Liv confronts them

Rebecca: Because i can do this on my own. If you think you can sort things out with Aaron then do it. I won’t stop you from seeing the baby. Robert: No it’s a non starter with Aaron. Besides you and the baby are my priority right now.

Booking birth class

Rebecca: Well you want to come don’t you? You’ve been so supportive recently and i know it’s not very you but i don’t really wanna go on my own Robert: Try keeping me away. You know you’re not on your own for any of this

After birth class

Rebecca: Even though everyone thinks you’re my boyfriend are we cool?Robert: Ah yeah, yeah it’s no big deal

If she is lying then her lies are now paying off. This is a woman who thinks she is getting everything she’s always wanted- raising a baby with the love of her life.

Ok so those are the main reasons/signs. But here are some more details:

Rebecca to Liv “The thing about secrets is, you have to be comfortable keeping them.”

Aaron’s extreme reaction to the baby meant the show has no intention of a Robron/Rebecca co-parenting situation

Rebecca claimed she wanted to raise the baby on her own, but was quick to drag Robert into it

It would literally be the most boring pregnancy and baby sl on Emmerdale if there was no twist

The Whites are the characters leaving and yet they are currently writing them as victims to big bad Robert (who is staying). Why? Maybe because ultimately we will learn the things they have done to him are far worse than what he has done i.e. destroying his marriage, lying about becoming a father

Rebecca has tried to split Robron up multiple times. Before the ons and after. “Can you handle this Aaron…Leave him…this is what he does to people”

“Oh, he’s not the…”

#Robron #Aaron Dingle #Robert Sugden #emmerdale #long post #the theory

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cbk1000 · 7 years ago

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I just read the most profoundly disturbing thing I have ever beheld with my own two fucking eyes, and I need to rant about it. You guys can’t help me process it any better, but at least we can all join together in a mighty chorus of ‘what the ACTUAL fuck??’

This is not a funny post lamenting another weird creature/human atrocity that I delved from the darkest depths of Amazon, this is a situation where I’m putting the rest of this rant under a cut because I’m going to include large chunks of text that romanticizes child molestation.

You have been warned. Do not read on if you can’t stand that sort of content.

So, if you’ve been following this blog for a while, then you’ve seen me gleefully lampooning the batshit romances of an author called Mary Anne Graham. This is the author of pee hole fingering fame and that one time a man’s top ho killed herself using a wooden paddle she had carved into the exact likeness of his penis because he was having too much gay sex with his boyfriend and neglecting his harem. There are always anatomical oopsies galore (including a man having two different openings to his anus) and general wtfery that’s usually absolutely hysterical.

I picked up her new book on Kindle Unlimited a while back, read most of it, guffawed my way through it as usual, and then forgot about it for a bit while I read other books that understand metaphors actually have to make sense and melting eyes do not denote desperate infatuation, but rather some kind of deadly disease. I went back to it today deciding I’d push through it to the end, since my Kindle said there were only twenty minutes left to the end of the book.

What a fucking mistake that was.

This book was full of the usual hilarious dipshittery until the last few minutes, when it suddenly took the most disturbing turn I’ve ever seen. I’m going to post the synopsis so you understand the basic premise of the story, and then I’ll summarize the scene leading up to what I’m going to copy and paste, so you understand the context.

Synopsis: Russian gypsy Prince Vladimir Batalova didn’t await meeting his soul mate. He’d known her for years. She was the daughter of Tobar, the gypsy who married Vlad’s mother and saved her from her abusive marriage. Vlad’s noble father abhorred the youngest son produced by his idiotic marriage to a dirty gypsy. Tobar accepted Vlad, treating him as family, equal to his own son, Nic, and his daughter, Mala. Vlad returned Tobar’s affection and considered Nic his brother, but Mala? He’d never felt brotherly about Mala. Vlad spent years dreading the letter that would tell him of Mala’s marriage to a fine gypsy lad. Instead of a letter, he got Tobar and Nic delivering Mala to London to save her from certain ravishment. They asked Vlad to fulfill his mother’s dying wish: that Mala be brought to him to enter society and find a husband. Now, Vlad must turn the gypsy he loved into a debutante, find her a husband and have her under his roof, within touching distance. Even with the help of all his friends, the sixth sense he shared with his buddy, Boz, and some faerie magic, Vlad knew he could never find a happily ever after. His forever was forbidden unless he convinced Mala that the bond they had shared wasn’t the one they should share – and that taking each other was worth losing the family they both adored.

So, they wind up getting married under English law, everyone is happy, everything is shiny, etc., and then Mala is suddenly carried off by an unknown horseman. Vlad figures out that it’s her brother and that he��s taken her back to their encampment, so he and some of his friends hightail it over there to get her back. Turns out Mala is not willing to go because she has convinced herself that because he didn’t perform a Romani wedding with her, he means to throw her aside and vanish eventually, just like he did when she was younger (shortly after meeting one another and becoming family, he suddenly up and took off and never explained why). He says it’s because he’s a demon or some shit, and the reader is suddenly made aware that he has this deep dark secret connected to why he ran away years ago, though at no point prior to this does the narration mention that something ugly is gnawing at his conscience. (Conveniently, it explains that the secret is so terrible even he forgot about it. But then he remembers it well enough to make a very detailed confession of something that happened years ago.)

Mala tells him that she will not return with him unless he confesses this secret and she can judge whether or not he truly loves her and will be faithful to her for all time.

So he does: ‘”I swear to you that I’m no deviant. I’ve never had a sexual interest in children. Never. Well, never until you were twelve and I came to meet your Papa and attend his wedding to my mother. Mother introduced us and my heart stopped. I froze and don’t even recall if I spoke. Then you ran up to give me a hug in welcome and my most private part unfroze with a vengeance.”

He paused for breath and to give her a chance to kick him and run away--but when she did neither, he continued. “I was horrified at myself, but helpless against the force of my response. Through the ceremony I positioned myself behind a small shrub of a convenient height and vowed not to so much as look at you. Course, I couldn’t look at anyone or anything else. When the women began dancing around the couple after the vows, I watched your budding breasts jiggle when you kicked and imagined myself...,”

A noise in the background halted his words, and he jumped ahead. “That night, around the fire, Tobar gave an amazing, emotional speech, where he said that in marrying my mother, he acquired another son. My blood father hated me for existing as I was a living reminder of his unpardonable lapse of judgment in wedding a damned gypsy. Your father accepted me, Russian blood and all. I couldn’t repay his affection by lusting after my step-sister. I left that night and vowed to stay away until whatever demon that had possessed me was evicted.

He then muses over the following two months, which were apparently filled with a bunch of orgies. He begs Mala not to push him to tell her about this part, because she doesn’t need to know everything. Also, apparently becoming a ‘nude buffet centerpiece that any party guest could stroke or taste or lick or nibble’ is much worse than sexually assaulting a child that her father entrusted to you for protection after welcoming you into his family. Mala agrees not to push him on the orgy stuff, and he continues:

“I thought it possible that I’d exaggerated the event in my mind. I returned about two and a half months after we first met, vowing to treat you as a younger sister. I kept my vow until I spotted you as I rode in, strolling in an area secluded from the caravan by a stand of trees. You were flirting with a lad a couple of years older. He brushed your hair back and tilted up your chin for a kiss he never got. I leapt off my galloping stallion, stormed over and told the brash bastard that if he so much as looked at you again, I’d geld him. I was jealous as hell.”

“You were?” Mala asked. “I thought you were acting like an enraged big brother.”

“No,” Vlad said. “Hell, no. Despite my every vow and intention, my love, I have never, for a single second, felt like your brother. My obsession with you grew worse, and more obvious. Your father says he saw it and so did Nic, but neither of them had a clue how low I’d sink, how evil I’d become. I kept myself mostly under control that visit, save for a few brush ups with some of the other fellows who had dreams and intentions that I destroyed rather ruthlessly. It was my next visit when my demon overthrew my will. That’s when the true evil started.”

“That’s nonsense,” Mala said.

“No, it’s not,” Vlad said. “All I can say in my defense is that the first time was accidental. I was away from the tribe, fishing and trying to clear my head and cool my loins. I succeeded only in aggravating the fish. After I packed up my gear, I strolled in the woods for a bit. A splash and a giggle drew my attention, and I stalked to a stand of trees and dense brush and peered through. ‘Twas you, dressed only in sunlight and your golden skin. You were bathing. Your youth, my supposed honor and morality, all of it commanded me to leave and give you privacy. I didn’t. After that, every night, at every campsite, I did it again and again.”

Mala blinked. “You watched me bathe? And the other girls as well?”

“There were other girls?” Vlad asked. “There are no other girls, Mala. There are no other women.”

He steeled himself and continued. “And yes, I watched you, but I did more. I pleasured myself as I watched. I invaded your privacy and desecrated it. I reviled myself for it then and every moment since then. I ordered myself to stop but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I’d leave so I’d have to stop, but I could not stay away. Then came my worst transgression. One winter’s night, your father and brother left with the other men to scout and liberate some horses. They asked me to sleep inside the vardo with you. I tried to do the right thing and made myself a separate pallet, but you complained of the cold. It took pitifully little for me to join you in your cozy nest. You cuddled up to my back innocently, for warmth.”

Vlad paused and closed his eyes, but she made a noise of protest so he looked at her again. “My flesh felt every sweet inch of you, and I ate it up like a starving man at a banquet. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, our positions had reversed. You’d turned over and I spooned you. My arm lay around your waist, but I moved it up until your breasts rested upon it. I jiggled them, slightly, imitating the way I watched them move whenever you danced. You didn’t wake, and I recalled your father and brother’s jokes about how deeply you slept. So I cupped your breasts through your gown, teasing your nipples to pert fullness that I couldn’t see.”

“Oh my Great Duck,” Mala said. “I thought I dreamed that. You turned me over, and climbed atop me, didn’t you?”

“To my everlasting damnation, I did,” Vlad said. “I hiked up your gown and positioned myself against your feminine mound. I moved your gown off your shoulders to uncover your breasts. I sucked you and humped you like an animal until I found the most shameful, the most splendid release of my life. I was beyond disgusted with myself, so I got up, cleaned up, and went outside to build a fire or kindle it or something.”

He goes on to say that he afterwards fled and “signed on to crew a ship leaving for America. I needed an ocean’s distance to keep me away else i’d return and likely do something even worse.”

So, he has just confessed that when she was a child, he took advantage of the fact that he was a trusted family member to peep on her while she was bathing and wank to the sight of it, and then sexually assaulted her while she was sleeping. This confession, btw, takes place in front of her dad and older brother. She probably is disgusted and horribly upset and they kill him with their bare hands, right?

Nope. The whole purpose of this scene was for the heroine’s insecurities to be soothed and for her to realise that the hero has wanted her and only her all along:

Mala watched shame and love battle in Vlad’s eyes and recognized it as the expression she’d seen there for years. She hadn’t understood it then, but she understood it and him now. ‘Twas with effort that she managed not to dance as she said, “Ask me again.”

He then asks her to marry him once more, her dad and brother are like, “Yay! Let’s get this gypsy wedding on the road”, they have a Romani ceremony, and then the book ends with this scene:

Vlad drew her close for a kiss, but paused to ask, “Do you finally understand that I’ve loved you since the moment we met, that I’ve never willingly spent a second apart from you, and that I will hold you in my arms, my heart and my life until eternity ends?”

Mala was crying too hard to answer, so she nodded as he took her lips with tender intent, feeding her back happy tears, flavored with a taste of forever.

I’m going to fucking DESTROY this thing in a review. I cannot fucking believe a functioning adult actually wrote this as part of a romantic happily-ever-after. This lady likes to talk about how her characters are all a ‘little batty’ because they’re just so in love and it’s all a bit tongue-in-cheek--no, you unbelievably stupid fucking asshole, they are not ‘a little batty’, they are literally child rapists. Confessing to your bride that you were obsessed with her when she was a CHILD and that you FUCKING MOLESTED HER IN HER SLEEP is not a goddamn HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i'm fucking incensed #i don't even know how to process this #what the unholy fuck is wrong with this woman #how the fuck could you think this is romantic???#this is the book that makes fifty shades look completely well-adjusted

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porchwood · 7 years ago

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Writing Check-In: Six Months to Strawberry Time, Ch 4

I was hoping to finish this chapter in time for Gadge Day but didn’t manage to get beyond the first scene. :/ However, in the spirit of Gadge Day, I’m posting all that’s written thus far (approx. 2500 words). Still a bit rough around the edges, but here you go. ❤

“Your mother is a witch,” I declare by way of greeting, and none too kindly, and Prim gives much the same answer as my own mother when I expressed the same sentiment about Alyssum Everdeen at breakfast.

“I know,” she answers without batting an eye, her own opening words obligingly set aside to deal with my concern. “Though, to be fair, I think the magic usually happens by accident, and of course she can’t use it on herself. What did she do to you?” she asks with a little smile.

“Dreams,” I reveal tersely. “Vivid ones.”

“Bad ones?” she ventures with what almost passes for concern, but her eyes are dancing.

“I married Gale and had his baby,” I reply, as though such is the stuff of nightmares, and her entire face curls up in a grin.

“And, um…you’re complaining?” she wonders merrily, her sympathy thoroughly abandoned.

“Shut up,” I retort, but without malice, and slip my arm through hers.

“I wonder if she found some old mugwort,” she muses as we head down the street. “I really thought the lozenges were just lavender and honey, but I suppose even that might be enough to crumble your resistance on a subconscious level and open the floodgates, as it were.”

“How do you know about the lozenges?” I ask, looking at her with a start.

“Well, your mom stopped by last night and left with a pouch of them,” she observes. “While your dad was at the bakery, and I know you’ve had a difficult couple of days –”

“I’m sorry!” I blurt, though she’s said nothing to prompt it, or even to indicate that she was aware of my presence in the alley last night. “They left me outside for a few minutes and –”

“I know,” she says, to my surprise, and without the slightest indication of offense. “I heard your parents talking to you after and figured you must have been out there at least part of the time, whether or not you wanted to be. Any insights to share?” she wonders.

“You…you’re not furious with me for eavesdropping?” I sputter, taken aback by her response.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m going to make you tell me all about your dream in a minute,” she promises with gleeful relish. “And then I might pick on you for a bit for running away and hiding from me after school. But we’re courting from our windowsills, for pity’s sake,” she reminds me. “I mean, our conversations are private, but I doubt you’re the first to overhear one.”

“So you’re calling it courting now?” I ask, dropping my voice a little. “Outright and for-real?”

“Not outright,” she hedges. “Not even between ourselves, really, but the word did come up at last night – after you left, probably.”

“And who brought it up?” I wonder, gleeful in my turn, because I have a reasonably good idea how this may have played out, and Prim blushes like a midsummer rose.

“Of course it was him,” she whispers through a sprawling smile. “And it wasn’t like that. He said he can’t court me properly – not the way he wants – for at least two more winters, so I proposed we carry on courting improperly in the meantime.”

“Prim!” I gasp, scandalized.

“I meant after-dinner chocolate at the windows and mysterious ribbons!” she hisses, her blush deepening to crimson as she ducks her face toward my coat sleeve. “You know, secret little things that only we share and understand. Marko got it –”

“Before or after he blushed like a beetroot and told you that wasn’t a good idea?” I guess, grinning now, and her small face disappears into my shoulder.

“He figured it out quickly enough,” is the muffled response. “And I mean, really: who wants improper courtship?”

“I don’t know; what is ‘improper courtship’?” I puzzle impishly, wondering whether it was Prim’s lover or mother who clarified this for her and wishing wildly to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation.

“I know where babies come from, Madge,” she replies, raising a face crinkled in genuine disgust. “Quite literally, as it happens, and how they get there has got to be a means-to-an-end kind of thing because…” Her mouth twists like she’s just tasted something awful. “It’s just so…ick,” she declares, as though that word sums up the business entirely.

I grin, unsurprised by her sentiment – if also, faintly, relieved – and ruffle her capped head, because the mere idea of seeing a boy naked, let alone lying placidly beneath him while he pushes that strange jutting appendage up between my legs, is still every bit as revolting to me as it must be to Prim. “Ick indeed,” I agree heartily, but can’t resist adding, “But you know: you can’t get pregnant from hand-holding or kisses, and nobody has to be naked for that.”

“I’m well aware,” she answers, unamused and refusing to rise to the bait. “But both of those fall under the heading of ‘proper courtship,’ never mind Marko’s in no hurry to do either one with me.”

I wonder if he actually told her this outright or something along those lines, and if that was his way of gently keeping her at arm’s length till she reaches a more acceptable courting age. “You’re already sneaking in hand-holds all over the place,” I reassure her. “So I wouldn’t be too worried – and honestly, I say find out when your mom and his dad had their first kiss and set that as your benchmark.”

“Because that worked out so well for them?” she wonders wryly.

“Well, unless you can see yourself marrying Rory Hawthorne someday,” I tease, “I think the pair of you are safe.”

“Ugh!” she exclaims, just shy of a gagging noise, and I can’t help feeling the slightest bit sorry for her gangly, hopeless admirer. “Anyway, if you’re looking for the next generation of Jack Everdeen, I think Vick or even Gale is a closer match,” she points out. “And as both of them are in love with you, I’m not worried about either one spontaneously singing his way into my heart.”

“But you’re the Everdeen in this equation,” I point out – quickly, hoping to cover up my blush with a witty rejoinder. “Best watch where you sing before you have every man in the Seam sighing and pining at your back door, ribbons in hand.”

“I got Mom’s voice, not Dad’s,” she dismisses, though this means less than she thinks. For a long while after Aunt Maysi died, the only thing that could bring my mother any measure of restful sleep was Alyssum Ebberfeld’s soft husky voice gently crooning a lullaby. “So there’s no danger of birds falling silent to hear me, let alone men,” Prim concludes matter-of-factly. “Now, tell me about your dream. Did it involve proper or improper courtship?” she wonders, her practicality vanishing in the face of fresh mischief.

“Proper, of course,” I answer with mock-affront. “I told you, we got married –”

“And you had his baby,” she reminds me. “Did you get ‘round to making that baby,” she wheedles wickedly, “or did it just show up?”

I blush in spite of myself, abruptly recalling the tryst in the woods – the damp, almost piney scent of wild lavender crushed by the tangle of two ardent bodies – and shake my head furiously in lieu of a reply.

“Oho!” Prim crows triumphantly. “Do tell!”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I lie, “and the baby just showed up, really. One minute there was a toasting and then a bridal bed – that I saw, nothing more,” I add firmly, leaving out the familiar olive-skinned hand brushing away lavender blossoms from between the sheets. “And the next moment I was soaking in a tub, holding this newborn baby and…”

“And?” she prompts breathlessly.

“Crying,” I confess, almost a whisper. “Well, laughing and crying in equal measure.”

Prim stops us in our tracks, her mirth exchanged for a grave gentleness. “Have you ever seen a birth?” she asks softly. “Because that’s pretty much what happens. Once the mother has the baby in her arms – fresh from the womb, not all pretty and clean and bundled up – the joy just comes crashing out. She’s laughing and sobbing all at once, as if there isn’t an expression strong enough for what she’s feeling.”

“That was it exactly,” I whisper and ache for that tiny body cradled to my breast, its thatch of wet black hair scattered with lavender buds.

“Do you want kids, Madge?” she asks, so gently. “I know our mothers never did, for obvious reasons, and Katniss doesn’t either, but I suspect a winter in the woods with a boy who was born to be a father will change that.”

“I never much thought about it,” I admit and marvel inwardly that I haven’t even made it to the woods with the Hawthornes’ stand-in father yet and already I’m dreaming of having his child. “I didn’t – don’t – expect I’ll ever marry, so it’s not something that could ever be a part of my future.”

“And if you happened to fall in love – with, say, a virile young Seam man who wants a family of him own?” she presses, but still so somberly. “Dad wanted us desperately but he loved Mom so much he married her in spite of her never wanting kids. She changed her mind, obviously, several years down the road, but…Gale isn’t that kind of patient.”

“I gathered,” I reply with the faintest of smiles and wonder if Gale would be the type of husband who’s never truly happy unless his wife is pregnant and spends every night diligently endeavoring to start a child inside her. As repellent as the idea of sex still is to me, there’s something oddly endearing about that fierce, angry boy wanting a baby of his own – and the idea of him attempting, night after night, to create one.

I suppose it’s as primal a desire as they come, the urge – no, need – to procreate and forge your own bloodline, but still I can’t hold back a giggle at the image of Gale climbing over me in an old-fashioned nightshirt, gruffly grumbling something along the lines of, Come on, woman, we haven’t got all night! as he impatiently hikes up the hem.

“I’m being entirely serious, you know,” Prim breaks into this daydream with decided consternation. “Acting like there’s nothing whatsoever amusing – or intriguing – about you and Gale getting married and promptly creating a baby, and here you are giggling!”

“I’m sorry!” I claim through bubbles of laughter. “I was just imagining him as a grumpy, impatient husband, determined to plant a baby in his long-suffering wife at every opportunity.”

Her eyes narrow suspiciously. “You’re looking forward to all those ‘opportunities,’ aren’t you?” she exclaims. “I knew it!”

“No!” I insist, because my brain truly can’t think past the nightshirt – I couldn’t visualize the act of intercourse even if I wanted to – but there’s an inexplicable, warm pleasant stirring low in my belly at the prospect of repeatedly making love with Gale, so on some primitive level that I can’t begin to understand, Prim’s right.

“No,” I tell her again, as firmly as I can manage. “I’m not looking forward to – I’m not even thinking about! – being in bed with Gale, or any of the rest of it. I’m going to spend the rest of my life alone, looking after my parents and, like as not, teaching piano lessons.”

“There’s a certain Seam man who might have something to say about that,” she warns mirthfully. “And I’m sure it would be much more acceptable for you to marry him openly than to sneak him in through your bedroom window every night for passionate interludes, till suddenly you’re the pregnant spinster with high lace collars to hide the love-bites.”

“You have a diseased imagination,” I scold, tugging her down the street once more, but it’s impossible to stay angry at, let alone properly chastise, a merrily grinning Prim. “And anyway, how do you know about high collars and love-bites?” I counter sternly.

“I’m in secondary school,” she reminds me, “so I overhear things, and my mother is the town apothecary. Once couples go much beyond love-bites, there’s usually a visit to the Justice Building and then to our place for prenatal advice – not necessarily in that order.”

“Love-bites would be improper courting, then?” I tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“I fail to see the appeal,” she says dryly, then adds with a wink, “But I expect you can tell me all about it in a week or two. Rumor has it that Gale leaves ‘great’ ones, whatever that means.”

I frown. What she said about Gale is hardly a secret, especially around the secondary school, but for the first time it’s affecting me with something sharper than the typical annoyance. I don’t care two pins about the couples propped against the back of the school building devouring each other in grunts and shallow breaths, but suddenly it bothers me that Gale has done this with multiple other girls, enough to garner a reputation as a dispenser of “great” love-bites.

Maybe he really is in love with someone and maybe he’s not, but at least half of those girls must have thought she was it – the one he wants to marry and start that family with – only to be discarded after a few passionate rounds of groping and kisses.

“Sorry,” Prim says, perceiving my distress, if not the reason for it. “I didn't mean to imply that Gale is such a…wastrel.”

But it’s true. His name has been linked with a generous, indefinite handful of girls, all Seam that I can think of, and never for long. Never for real. I can't think of any one ever being acknowledged as his sweetheart, let alone girlfriend. To the best of my recollection, the only girl he’s ever stuck around for any length of time is Katniss, and she’s an incandescent sliver of the moon itself. I can’t quite decide whether she’d burn or freeze his lips off if he ever came close enough to steal a kiss, to say nothing of dispensing a love-bite.

“No, you’re right,” I tell her. “Gale hasn’t exactly been choosy in his kissing partners.”

“Maybe he’s too choosy,” she suggests. “He doesn’t ever keep them around – take them home to meet his family, and the rest – and I know he never laid a finger on Katniss.”

“And how do you know that?” I wonder, though these tidings are as welcome as they are unsurprising.

“Well, he still has all of those fingers, doesn’t he?” she replies with a grin. “Katniss would’ve snapped off the offending one at the base if he ever once tried.”

I return her smile, grateful to have an answer at last, and she goes on, “Don’t misunderstand me: I’m not approving his behavior, just trying to make sense of it. I think he loves someone he doesn’t think he can ever have and so he’s coping with meaningless encounters with any girl he can get.”

“He could’ve had Katniss,” I insist, but Prim shakes her head.

“Wild things need bread and soft words and shyness,” she reminds me. “I’m not sure she even saw him as a male, just another feral creature to share the hunt and the spoils. And you know that’s not who I’m talking about.”

#writing check-in #six months to strawberry time #gadge day #gadge #gale/madge #when the mooniverse

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likelovelikesuicide · 8 years ago

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Malec - Rant - “True Love Cannot Die”

Ok so… Since 2.10 first aired I’ve seen a lot of discussion about the “I love you” scene between Alec and Magnus. Some seem to think it was too early in their relationship, not fully true or that it was done for the press or even shock value. Also, prior to the episode airing there were a lot of people insisting that Magnus and Alec would break-up following the “fight” over Izzy’s yin fen bullshit.

However, I think the point of their relationship was always this. A story of intense, raw, open, honest, true love from the start. And they both knew that going in...

Click it or ticket (I did warn you it was long)

When Alec met Magnus in 1.04 - his world shifted, brightened. We see him really smile for the first time. He’s clearly attracted to Magnus immediately but it’s complicated, he had already accepted that this would never happen for him and the internal struggle he had ignored for years wouldn’t be any easier to get over now than it was when he was a kid. But what if he really could have what he always wanted? Cause... Hey...

When Magnus first saw Alec he KNEW - without even speaking to him, Magnus felt something for Alec the first time their paths crossed and being hundreds of years old he couldn’t help but be curious as to why his body, his heart, his very soul would spark with sudden feelings for this random boy, and a Shadowhunter at that… and after all these years, how could he not chase after that feeling? Anyone would… and goddamn if Alec didn’t look cute when flirted with...

In 1.05 they agree to a date but Clary happens.

In 1.06 their connection becomes palpable after joining together to save Luke. When everyone else leaves, Alec stays with Magnus - I think it’s important that Magnus was completely straightforward with Alec about his feelings from the start, because Alec is the most straightforward, to the point, on mission guy and he never would have read into anything if Magnus hadn’t explicitly and openly told him “for almost a century I’ve closed myself off to feeling anything for anyone... you’ve unlocked something in me” - and the next words Alec is able to say to Magnus are “Look, Magnus, I wish…” - this small conversation established a mutual attraction, acknowledged requited feelings (and they apparently spent the night together, talking and drinking and flirting and gimme this scene please) it should also be noted that Alec went to Magnus’ despite his orders to stay out of downworld affairs and he acknowledged that he didn't do it for Jace. He did it after being told he was being pushed into a marriage by his family for the clave despite what he wanted - also he liked Magnus.(everyone saw their connection immediately btw)

1.08 brought the wrench into play - Alec was expected to marry a nice shadowhunter girl and take over the institute, as was his birthright and Lydia must have seemed like a perfect solution. They could marry and run the institute and he need never worry about feelings between them…

However, in the following episodes it becomes clear that Alec couldn’t blindly follow the orders of the Clave while also being true to himself. He had no choice but to push Magnus away, but he never expected to find himself battling against Jace and Izzy… however he was determined to follow the plan he had laid out for his life. To do his duty, to honor and restore the Lightwood name… Even as the thought of Magnus nagged at his mind, he pushed forward. Magnus didn’t make it easy on him though… throughout Izzy’s trail and the lead-up to the wedding, he refused to let their connection be forgotten. He wanted Alec for himself, dammit and he wasn’t backing down without a fight.

The thing is, Alec would have married Lydia that day if not for Magnus showing up. In his head he knew marrying Lydia was the right thing to do, for his family - but in his heart and soul he wanted Magnus, it wasn't until the moment that Magnus appeared in the hall that Alec’s head finally found his heart. Because this wasn’t about his family, this wasn’t even about Magnus (well not completely) this was about him. His life. Alec. the boy who wanted to love another boy. And now that boy was here, offering him all of it. He just had to stop… and take it.

So Alec stepped off the altar and kissed Magnus - He kissed Magnus to thank him, for not giving up on him - he kissed Magnus to show his parents that they couldn’t control this part of him, because this was what he wanted. He wanted a guy, and that guy happened to be Magnus (the High Warlock of Brooklyn) Bane - He kissed Magnus because they had both waited long enough. Then he asked him out for drinks. Good on you Alec!

1.13 was a bit of a rough patch as they dealt with other people's drama and started to actually feel each other out - They both acknowledged that moving forward with this would be complicated for a million reasons. And yet they remained by each other’s side…

As they worked together through s2a they established a comfort and care for each other, a growing respect and a level of security. So when they both agreed to pursue their feelings further in 2.06, they were on level ground and together they chose to dive in. It is clear from the start that they both wanted to be together, in a relationship… a serious one. Neither is looking for a fling or a one night stand or any of that - if they are doing this, they are all in and they both wanted this. Naturally, after time together (traveling, dates, etc.) their mutual desire led them to move forward (and I know a lot of people had issue with the 2.07 “sex scene” but that’s another conversation) - not only intimately but publicly as well.

I think it’s underappreciated that the moment Alec was asked to throw a party for Max, a party specific to his people, his world - he went to Magnus as his partner - because “this, us, it’s not going away” - and they hosted the party as a couple. Together. That is a sign of commitment, and devotion to each other that can’t be overlooked, especially given that traditionally Magnus wouldn’t have even been allowed to attend the shadowhunter party. They present themselves to their conflicting worlds as partner's.

2.09 Both of them realized something was up with Izzy and it’s going to take me a long time to forgive her for all the shit her little drug addiction has caused but … after yelling at Magnus, only to be pushed away by his selfish drugged out sister, Alec finds himself smack dab in the middle of an assault on the institute.

And the next thing he knows he faced with the very real possibility that he’s lost Magnus. For Good. There was every chance that his boyfriend was amongst the dead in the institute and Alec had left him pissed off for something that wasn't his fault…

It’s Canon that Alec spent hours searching, knowing he might find his lover’s dead body at any moment. And he's clearly desperate when he exits the institute with the light of dawn, still searching, at a loss for what to do - So when Magnus finds him, having Alec immediately confess that he’s in love with his boyfriend, was not at all far fetched to me. He’s been in love with Magnus since he kissed him at the wedding .. perhaps longer. And Magnus has been in love with Alec since first sight, because he had the benefit of knowing what the feelings were, how they would grow if explored…

They were always going to fall in love, they both knew that. And more to the point, they both WANTED to fall in love with each other.

Now, I want to put it out there that the real issue here is the faulty timeline of the show overall. - When you consider all the things that Alec and Magnus have done together (traveling, shopping, sharing personal stories, all the sex, established the loft as home, fighting the war, dealing with their own lives, etc.) - these things require a certain level of extraneous time that simply doesn't exist in the canon story. Everything is always happening 1 day to the next with little to no breaks between the episodes or scenes and THAT is why the timeline of their relationship doesn’t work. Their timeline is not a story issue, it’s a pacing issue that affects the whole show, including all characters, plots and relationships.

Look, we all know I have no life and during the hiatus I did a full scene-by-scene write-up for timeline reference from episode 1.01 to episode 2.10 (it’s legit like 25 pages people, I’m seeking professional help) but for real, Clary has known she was a shadowhunter for, at most, 2 months. And that is pushing it, I’m not kidding. The timeline will never make sense, but as a faithful viewer of both LOST and GLEE, I’m totally used to dysfunctional timelines by now. TV Writers don’t write based on following a 24 hour, 7 day a week concept (unless you’re Jack Bauer) - they write scenes, they fill in the story and the editors splice it together in a way that pulls the audience in… rationality (and continuity) is often left on the editor's floor in favor of drama, and progression of plot.

My point bring, Magnus and Alec shared strong, intense, undeniable feelings from the moment they met. They both wanted to pursue those feelings from the start, despite the complications (Alec agreed to the date in 1.05, damn you Clary) - and they stood by each other through a whole lot of nonsense to get to the point in 2.10 where Alec enters the Opt center and the possibility that he’s lost Magnus hits him for the first time. - Now, Magnus had already almost lost Alec several times, so he was somewhat atoned to this feeling - But for Alec, the idea that he could lose Magnus was new and as he said, terrifying. Esp. given that Magnus is immortal. When Magnus admits he's afraid of losing Alec in 2.07, it seemed silly to him because Alec never considered losing Magnus now that he had chosen this. He didn't need to, his boyfriend is immortal … Plus you have to take into account what Alec considers love - he loves his brother and sister, he loves his parabati. These are people he would lay down his life for, they are the people he trusts to have his back. And Magnus has become one of those people to Alec. He is where Alec goes when he needs advice, or just a break - plus, he brought Alec a kind of happiness he never dreamed he would have. Even his parabati can feel that Alec is happier with Magnus… he wanted this - In a way, the confession was a long time coming for Alec and Magnus, but they both wanted to get there, together.

#Malec #Magnus Bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunters headcanons #rant #because I can #sorry I am long winded

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kitemist · 8 years ago

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switched at birth season 5 episode 9 thoughts with spoilers

live reactions included

We’re getting really close to the finale now, but there are some things that I feel will never get wrapped up, no matter how long the finale ends up being. Does Zarra ever owe Bay back as she has promised (and awaken Bay as bisexual, since Vanessa Marano said it was a kind of lesbian relationship? I’m really hoping for that, since there was already a sexuality realizing arc with Daniel Durant. Even though that didn’t end up well, it was really weird how he literally catfished Emmett with a catfish and beat him up even though he ended up in love with him.) Does Nyle Dimarco end up in a better job? Will Tank have a better life away from being Bay’s rapist, and will Mary Beth and Bay ever be friends as they hoped? And Bay still has that disease she caught while she was in China, which still cannot be ignored unless this is an anime, where the protag is always doomed to stay alive through everything because reasons. She already survived by getting the morning after pill, slicing some nerves in her hand, and getting raped. What would really irritate and entice me about this show is if any of the switchsters DIE or leave permanently for whatever reason and the rest of the family having conflicting feelings since it has been 5 years.

Weird to see the wonderful punch last episode and then a season 1 cut right after it. With the quality burned in text.

I still don’t think that Daphne should feel bad for Cocky Chris because steroids was his decision. He could at least called Coach Dad about it and they could have worked something out. But love apparently is what can drive any of these characters because...reasons.

Bay uses the friendly “I love you” with her boyfriend.

Travis’s mom has grown a bit less audist, because she went willingly to her son’s graduation AND signed to him. But Texting a little bit after a year or so in China isn’t going to have her be the same person. Everything changed for Bay and Daphne, so it should apply to him, because he was there with them too right? RIGHT?

Bay FINALLY goes to meet his mom after a year or two of dating because of a forced kiss. But uses the standard “love” for that. By this logic, she loves to meet his mom more than him as a person. Please.

This doctor is overenunciating a bit, but his voice is clear enough for me. It’s nice for me, but not a difference to her. At least he is facing her, without a single deaf comment.

“I know what I did was wrong.” So was blatantly telling Travis that he sucked, but nothing stopped you there.

“Well you don’t have any!” Yeah, Chris, you have NO TIME to flush drugs out of your system unless you’re willing to risk overhydration.

“I need you to help me cheat.” Unless you’re confessing your love for her, she isn’t going to do shit. She already likes you but keeps questioning herself on what to do with you. So why do you expect her to help you cheat without a kiss?

Why is this art thief still considered a student after his blatant art theft crime, and confessing on vine that he feels no guilt for it, while being in front of his mother? What even?

Mom and Dad uses different signs for “do”, but only she uses it correctly. Since this entire show uses PSE, I don’t think the show actually gives a crap about being accurate and true to life, and I am only seeing ASL grammar when it’s deaf - deaf conversation, such as Melody and her husband when he was getting a cochlear, and that telodrama for the deaf and hard of hearing.

Oh good, mom agrees that punch was well deserved!

Art thief’s father is apparently a big shot somewhere. That’s why he’s still around? It’s the rich girl stereotype but with a guy. It’s more annoying this way because guys get away with anything. Good yard.

Luca is out of the episode? THANK GOD

Thank you Daphne. Make up for that theft of medicine.

but nope, you are helping him anyway because...reasons.

You’ve been improving with your sign, Travis mom!

Travis’s face with his “favorite uncle” worries me. How audist has his family been to him?

oh GOD

a reversal of the tank situation with bay right now. But bay would get more backlash than Travis by the fandom because reasons. Bay can never get angry without being seen as the bad guy at the same time.

Speeding up metabolism by working out? Yes. That’s real. So is eating spicy foods, drinking water first thing in the morning, and eating healthy. How the HELL are you going to force all that in 24 hours??

BASIC human physiology has you learn the entire background of metabolism, what it does, and along with blood sugar levels. What. Well, she is pre med. Why did Cocky Chris not see her penetrating through his lie of having steroids earlier?

Oh no, you’re falling for her aren’t you. ONE DATE? OR TWO NOW WITH THAT RUN?

Travis is not having fun, just like we aren’t, and Bay isn’t as the interpreter.

Since Travis’s mom was initially a bitch anyway, I’m not surprised his parents had a problem.

Dramatic zoom in on the neck. Is he drawing a finger across his neck in a really subtle way or is this a trigger for Travis’s trauma back then?

These zoom ins are scaring me. His tie. Her hand on his. And now a ring.

Smooth...sort of.

Mom is standing up. Thank goodness after that horrible dinner.

Douchebag’s dad is just as insecure as his son. Runs in the family.

Fair enough Travis.

THAT WAS A LAMP, WHAT THE HELL

Chris’s aunt’s expression is mine whenever I see a guy and a girl in this stupid show get along too well.

thanks auntie ;v; but nah, not for him.

“I decide who’s on the roster!” Didn’t you decide Travis would be out a while ago?

“It should be me.” You’re saying this out of insecurity, but I hope you’re also saying this because Mom being the only woman worker causes her to not be taken seriously.

Yup. A premed can’t match an actual med.

But then again, all Chris has been doing is exercising, which could be seen as regular training, and eating some meat. Unless just any increase in meat counts as abnormal, Daphne’s plan should still work.

After Toby’s plan the door can still unlock without anything immediately going off. Was his plan only cameras?

Woosh, dramatic wind.

“I have a gun. I’m gonna call 911.” Nice to threaten them at first, but don’t let them know that you’re armed right off the bat.

Oh gosh. Eric? Why do you still have the key--oh. But why do you bother keeping it? Why are you here?

Regina is still liking him? Sigh.

Eric thought he could keep this bouncing around a secret forever. And Hope’s in jail after seeing her with those non-drinking tokens? Sigh.

Wait, what did you leave here? Regina? You are NOT taking her.

And now Travis is off the team because money is apparently more important than feelings. It’s hard to raise money, I know, but why does that art theft guy have to win?!

Dad thinks that Travis is perpetually angry. And he is right. Travis is a powder keg with anything that upsets him. And are you serious, that no one is offering a solution to his extreme punches until now?

How did Chris offer the biggest sacrifice of them all?! It was Iris!!! She almost died!!!! ALMOST DIED!!! AND YOU WERE THERE, HE WASN’T, HE DIDN’T EVEN THINK IT WAS THAT MUCH OF A BIG DEAL UNTIL HIS ARM WAS RIPPED!!!!! DAPHNE YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT RIGHT NOW!

FUCKING HELL

Sigh.

Daphne has no need to put that question mark sign at the end of her questions. This shot at the beginning blocked them altogether, so there’s no giving a crap about seeing signs at all in this show anymore.

“Am I crazy about crossing the line for him?”

After looking at your loss of trust from a doctor, and losing your medical career many times now, WHY DO YOU NEED TO ASK THIS?!

Bay said she would take the bullet again. But...with your disease...can you?

And of course Travis’s mom would be so concerned about what happened last night.

“I’m his REAL MOM.” Sigh. You are talking to the absolutely wrong person to bring this kind of argument with.

HOW COULD YOU HAVE LEFT PROBABLY A THOUSAND SMACKERS UNDER FLOORBOARDS?!

And of course you came here to bring her. But Regina now has some lying boy toy.

And you kiss within two scenes of meeting, just like your first kiss when you broke his light off.

“I can’t.” And now you’re having sex. Sigh.

Thank god you stopped.

Don’t do it Daphne.

Okay...but still, you did this on purpose.

Thanks for trying, Eric. And thank you for not suspecting her dating another guy out of the blue.

Wonderful soundtrack choice. If you only did this more.

And now, confrontation time.

How could a molester get married?

Travis didn’t even mention what really happened but she cuts him off right here.

“You never talk to me!” Since when were you willing to listen, since he was deaf and you had no idea how deaf people worked?!

Yeah, Travis brought up her never trying. And now he’s snapping now.

Oh lord. Look at that. She never listened until now. And of course you regret it.

“I believe you.” </3

Daphne said it was against her moral code to cheat, but now she did indirectly because love has taken over.

“I don’t feel very good about myself right now.” And then why did you EVEN DO IT?!

Chris wants a lawbreaker doctor like he is for using steroids as an athlete.

And look at that, Toby’s system still existed.

“Do I need to tell Luca he was here?” No, you don’t, end of discussion.

Thank you Toby.

Lots of years, of course.

You only rebuilt with Regina after her drinking problem and her supposed affair with dad, ALONG WITH KNOWING THAT THE SWITCH DID HAPPEN ONCE IT HAPPENED. That took a lot of dragging both families into court, into difficult social situations, and causing a controversy with being overworked and labeling babies with barcodes.

Japan. So Travis would have to travel AGAIN. AND ALONE.

One week. As if that’s possible.

Travis and Bay have been there for each other more than Emmett and Bay have, so I’m sad to see that they’ll have to be separated like this. Daphne crosses the line for Cocky Chris, who also only likes her for covering up his steroid use. Regina reunites with an old boyfriend but nothing happened, but she’ll feel so obligated to tell Luca. They only got together because of teasing age differences, so I won’t be surprised if Luca breaks up with Regina over this out of complete rage. Or if they break up for any reason at all, since Luca has proven himself to be a bad person.

#whiteOnslaught rambles #switched at birth #switched at birth spoilers

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