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Onsra- Chapter 32: Ready or Not

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pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also tae x ga-in oc & jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, horror, drama, angst

warnings for this chapter: language, guns (but no one really uses them I just don't know if ya don't like guns. anyway.) blood, peeps trying to hide they feelings a bit, and FLUFF bc frick anyone who doesn't like FLUFF

word count: 8.9k

Onsra: ML, Previous

boo bitches I'm back.

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“Hyung, what are you saying?” Jimin is the first to speak.

“I’m saying we stick to the plan, it’ll just have to be done a lot sooner than we wanted.” Jin grits out, pushing himself away from the sink.

Yuri, always one to question things first, pipes up. “What plan? You guys have talked about it before, but you never told us what’s going on.”

The room stays silent and to your horror, a twang of fear stabs your stomach when you remember Seungwook’s words.

“They have plans to turn you, and more. Don’t go while believing I didn’t warn you, and don’t come to me for help when he betrays you.”

Then a pang of guilt instantly follows. You know the boys would never hurt you girls, and you know Seungwook misunderstands their intentions. You swallow thickly, angry at your mind for even having an ounce of fear towards the boys.

Jungkook takes your hand again when he sees the look on your face, “You okay?” he whispers, and you force yourself to send him a small smile and nod.

Then Jin sighs, bringing your attention back to him. “Ok, I think we all need to talk.”

~ ~ ~

Jungkook is leaning his back against a big rock, your head in his lap as you two relax in the shade of a big tree in your special clearing. His fingers run through your hair softly, gently working through the little tangles when he encounters them.

He’s definitely gotten better about pulling when it comes to your hair.

Your eyes are closed as you breathe in and out deeply, listening to Jungkook breathing above you and the sound of birds twittering as the leaves dance in the slight breeze. His fingers are so gentle and soothing when he massages your head a little as he runs them through your hair. You don’t ever want this to stop. But you can’t help it, you need to talk about it.

It’s been weighing on your mind ever since this morning when Seokjin snapped before you all had a meeting to discuss things.

“Kookie.” You mumble tiredly and you feel him brush away the hair that has fallen in your face. “Yes, little flower?” He whispers, not wanting to break the peaceful feeling that has settled around the two of you.

“I don’t want you to go.” Your voice breaks and you turn yourself around so you can stuff your face into his belly, wrapping your arms around his middle. Jungkook laughs lightly at your antics, but there’s a hint of sadness in his tone.

He brushes your hair out of your face again so he can see you, cupping your cheek in his hand. “Hey, look at me.”

You peek up at him with one eye, the other still hiding in his tummy. His soft smile makes your heart melt and you feel the tears coming at what you know he’s going to say.

“I’m not going to get hurt, I promise.”

“How can you promise something like that?” You fight back and he sighs when you pull away, wiping your eyes and sitting up to look at him.

“Y/n-“

“Why do you guys have to do this? Are there no other good vampires to help? What about the Hunters, why can’t they just do it?” You can feel yourself starting to panic again, your hands sweating as you wring them. Jungkook reaches over and takes your hands, holding them in his own and helping you to focus back on him.

“Listen to me, please.”

You stay silent so he continues.

“I would not have agreed to this if I didn’t feel like it was necessary. The Hunters aren’t going to make it out of this one, there are too many vampires and we are able to handle them better.”

You look at him doubtfully, “I still don’t see why it has to be done by you.”

“As far as we know, we’re the only ones that can do it, y/n. Please, don’t be upset.” He looks at you pleadingly, holding your hands to his chest. “I don’t want to fight right now.”

“Neither do I!” You huff and try to pull your hands back. Jungkook keeps a hold on you though and tugs you to him, trapping you in his arms. “Stop, please.” He sighs into your hair as his hands rub your back. “Please, just try to understand.”

“I can’t.” Your voice breaks. “I know that you’re trying to do the right thing, but I don’t want to see you leave and never come back. Please don’t do that to me.” You whimper and Jungkook feels his stomach drop at how upset you are. If he didn’t have to do this, he wouldn’t.

“Hey now, look at me.” Jungkook pulls back to see your face sticky with tears. “I promise you, I will not hurt you again. I’ll be okay, you don’t have to worry. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re underestimating me.” Jungkook smirks and you give him a half-hearted smile as you shake your head.

Jungkook leans in to kiss you, but you flinch back a little. He stops, his brows furrowed, a look of confusion and hurt on his face. “D-did you not want me to kiss you?” He asks quietly, and you shake your head but don’t make eye contact with him, “I-it isn’t that…I just-...” You cut yourself off and bite your lip.

“I’m going to head back.” You whisper quietly and pull out of his hold.

Jungkook just sits there, speechless and chest aching as you stand up and walk away.

When you get far enough so you know he can’t see or hear you, you let out a choked sob. You gasp in a breath and wipe at your pouring eyes frantically, trying and failing to stop the onslaught of fresh tears.

You want to turn and run back, let him smother you in his hold and kiss you until you can’t breathe. But your mind won’t let you. Whenever something good comes into your life, it always ends up being taken away from you.

You were foolish. Foolish to think you and him could be something.

If you love him now, it’ll hurt like hell when you lose him. And you’re convinced you’ll lose him.

But if you distance yourself, and pretend like you don’t care so much, maybe somehow, it’ll stop him from getting hurt. This, of course, is silly. And if you were in your right mind at the moment, you would know that.

But your head is full of so much that your overwhelmed brain is trying its hardest to come up with a solution to not losing him completely.

You hate that you’re like this, but you just can’t help it. At this point, you’re terrified of loving him.

All love brings, is pain.

~ ~ ~

When you walk through the front door, having been able to mostly hide your red rimmed eyes and pink nose, you see everyone walking around and carrying things.

Taehyung is walking past you when he stops and smiles at your confused expression. He holds up the bag he’s carrying, “We’re getting ready, making plans and getting all the supplies together.” He explains with a slight smirk. “It’s not as fun as it looks.”

You give him a small smile and laugh lightly, “Ah, too bad, it looks like quite the ball. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Tae shakes his head, “Nope, but the girls are doing something in the kitchen if you want to see what they’re up to. Make sure they aren’t trying to poison us or something, since they’re being so secretive.”

“Oh, are they?”

“Yeah, won’t let any of us in. They’ll let you in though, I’m sure.”

“Alright, I’ll go check it out, thanks Tae. Have fun.” You wave at him and he laughs, “I’ll try not to have too much fun!” Then he ducks into the living room as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Knock, knock.” You say loud enough for the two girls huddling by the stove to hear you. They turn and their faces brighten instantly.

“Y/n! There you are, we were just talking about where you might be so we could find you.” Ga-In says with a laugh. Yuri walks to you and takes your arm to pull you into the kitchen, peeking her head out to make sure none of the boys are nearby.

“Come on girl, you’re spending the day with us.” Yuri insists as she gently pulls you to the stove. You giggle and follow willingly, “Sounds good to me, what are we doing?”

Ga-In leans in to whisper so no one overhears her and ruins the surprise, “We thought since Jin always does the cooking, we could do it for him tonight. He has lots on his mind besides making meals for everyone and keeping the lot of us held together like glue.” You nod happily, “I love that idea, he really does deserve a break.”

Yuri joins in at that, “Yeah, seriously. And we also wanted to make dessert! I don’t think they’ve had dessert for a long time.”

Your heart aches at that, thinking of how Jungkook won’t be able to taste it. “O-oh you’re right, I bet they’ll be really happy. What are we making?” You ask quickly to get your mind off Jungkook, feeling guilty for the way your last conversation with him went.

~ ~ ~

As you and the girls work hard in the kitchen and simultaneously keep Jimin and Tae from snooping, the older boys are almost finished setting things up in the living room.

When Jungkook comes in, he looks around the living room, taking it all in. It doesn’t look much like a living room anymore, with the blinds drawn so no natural light shines through and a single lamp illuminating all the bags of weapons and protective gear piled into different sections.

He doesn’t react much, he just walks in and takes a seat on the couch, ready to have this whole thing be over with. At first, he was upset with you for the conversation earlier and how you just walked away. But after he had some time to think about it, he realized how you must be feeling.

When Seokjin told him you had to go to the abandoned hospital, Jungkook had been infuriated and panicked to say the least, and that was when he’d be with you to keep an eye on you. And even then, you almost got extremely hurt. He can’t imagine how upset he would be if you told him you had to go and fight over fifty vampires with only six others to help. Even if you were capable of protecting yourself, he would go insane with worry, and he’d be angry too. In fact, he’d do whatever he could to make sure you didn’t go.

So, as he sits on the couch and worries his lip, he tries to think of what to do to help you feel better. He knows why you’re pushing him away too, he’s seen you do it before. You tend to distance yourself when you’re afraid that you’re going to lose someone. He knows you’re still struggling with what happened a few days ago, even if you aren’t showing it. And it kills him that he doesn’t know how to help you.

Jimin and Tae come in and sit on the couch next to Jungkook. Seokjin looks at Namjoon and Yoongi and gives them a nod, so they stand and walk over to the table they set up with a map laid out on it. The rest of them get up and move closer for a better look. The map is a very rough sketch of the forest from a sky view, done by Yoongi as best as he could to at least portray the distances between locations.

Namjoon points to a spot on the map of a tiny house, “This is us.” Then he points at a little clearing, “We split up to find y/n here a few days ago. It’s about a mile and a half from the house.” Then he drags his finger across the map to another small building. “This is the vampire’s camp. After you three-“ He looks at Seokjin, Tae, and Jungkook. “-gave us directions and a time length for where you went, we followed that trail and wound up finding it a bit further than where you stopped.”

Heads nodding prompt Yoongi to continue it. “We’ll be going the same way as we did to find it.” He traces the line Namjoon just showed. “It’ll have us approaching from the back, there’s a back door and a few windows, but it’s better than the front.”

“Is it just going to be us?” Jungkook speaks up suddenly, making everyone look at him. Seokjin watches him sadly, knowing that you must be upset with him right now from the way he’s been acting since coming back.

“This time, yeah.” Yoongi says grimly. “But, we do have some allies in the Hunters.” All the maknaes’ eyes widen at his words, but the oldest vampires don’t even flinch. They had kept it from the younger ones until now.

“What?” Jimin speaks almost blankly, annoyed that they weren’t told earlier. “How is that a thing?”

Namjoon sighs and rubs his neck, “We ran into them a few weeks back. We recognized each other from the college and thankfully we were able to explain ourselves before they could shoot us. They fully believed us, and they want the real monsters gone as much as we do. So, they said they’d get as many men as they could to help. But it was only a few Hunters.”

“So, why can’t they help us this time?” Hoseok speaks up.

Yoongi has his eyes glued to the make-shift map. “Because we were supposed to meet up in about three weeks from now. There’s no way to contact them until then, and we can’t wait that long to get rid of this camp.”

“Why don’t we just leave?” Tae asks quietly. He isn’t afraid to do it, but if there’s a safer way for everyone, then he’d rather take another way. Namjoon brushes his hair back with a sigh, “I wish we could, but there’s no where else for us to go. When Yoongi and I went back to the old house to scout it out, it was already overrun by vampires. We don’t know how they found it, seeing as the Hunters were the ones to find the place, but it doesn’t matter.”

His words are clear enough.

This is the only place to be.

Jungkook pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, irritated. “Why do we have to do it? Why not just let the Hunters take care of it? Y/n said they were making plans to do so anyway.”

Another sigh from Yoongi does nothing to soothe his annoyance. “Because we need to help. You think they are going to be able to take them all on? If we get there and it’s cleared then fine, we’ll go home happy. But this is our fight too, Jungkook. We have an advantage being vampires in this situation, well most of us.” He glances at Jimin and Tae before going on. “If Hunters make a ruckus, it’ll send more vamps, and that’s the last thing we need. If we get in there and take them out before they even know what hit them, no one will be alerted.”

“Why should they let us in?” Jimin speaks up.

“Because vampires go to different camps all the time. As long as no vamps we knew are there, they won’t find us suspicious at all. We can take them out quick and easy before they know what happened.” Namjoon answers him.

“Not Jimin and Taehyung.” Jungkook snaps. “They won’t blend in like us. The second they’re spotted they’ll be killed.”

Yoongi runs a hand down his face, then he massages his temples. “Look, Jungkook. I know you’re upset, and I’m sorry. But we have it planned out for every scenario that might occur, we’ve really considered everything. Tae and Jimin will be on lookout duty, only joining us when they hear our call. Ok?”

Jungkook bites his lip and looks away, not pleased, but he doesn’t argue further.

“Ok, so when are we thinking?” Seokjin breaks the tense silence hanging in the air. Yoongi looks relieved to be moving on as he nods, “So, we’re going to keep scouting the camp for another two days, but I think that’s all the time we can spare. We just want to see as much of what they do in a day as we can.”

Everyone nods, then the silence returns. Hoseok clears his throat, “Ok, well we’ve fought them before, we aren’t idiots. Cheer up, guys! It’ll be a quick and done deal.” He claps Seokjin on the back and the oldest sends him a forced smile.

They go over a few more of the placement plans that Namjoon and Yoongi came up with, and different scenarios with how to deal with them if they happen. When they’ve exhausted all their knowledge, Jungkook speaks up bitterly.

“You sure there isn’t anything else you’re hiding and would like to get out before we go off on a vampire hunt? Or would you like to wait until we’re about to die to tell the rest of us?”

Yoongi bites his tongue before he snaps back and loses his temper, so Seokjin speaks up. “No, Jungkook. I don’t think there’s anything else. I’m sorry we kept things from you boys, we just didn’t want anyone to jump to conclusions before we figured it all out.”

“Whatever, are we done then?” Jungkook seethes.

Yoongi drops the pen he was holding onto the table, “Yeah, we’re done. Everyone be ready to go in two days.”

Jungkook storms out as the others watch him go. Jimin sighs sadly, “I get why he’s upset. I’m not happy about this either. We have to take it easy with him, guys.”

~ ~ ~

“Surprise!”

Ga-In shouts when the boys are finally allowed to come into the kitchen. Their faces light up at all the delicious food on the table. Seokjin laughs happily and claps his hands, “You girls didn’t have to do all this!”

Yuri smiles, “Yeah, but we wanted to!”

Jimin walks over and takes her hand sweetly, leaving a quick kiss on her cheek. Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi can’t stop saying their thanks as they take their seats, their faces beaming with excitement.

Seokjin walks over to you and you give him a high-five when he holds his hand up, “You girls are amazing.” He smiles and thanks all three of you again as he takes his seat. Tae has Ga-In sitting in his lap while he hugs her from behind, his gaze looking over all the food hungrily.

Pretty soon, the table is filled with compliments of the food and jokes that have everyone laughing, you’re all thankful that the future plans have been put on the back burner for the night. But you find yourself picking at your food and only laughing half-heartedly at the jokes, your mind stuck on where Jungkook is and what he’s doing.

The boys are all delighted when you bring out the little chocolate cake that you girls made for dessert.

“Chocolate! Yes!” Namjoon shouts in glee and everyone starts cracking up again.

After dinner, Seokjin insists on helping with the dishes, as do all the other boys. So, all of you work together to get the place cleaned up as quick as you can. Then everyone moves to the living room to hang out. You see all the bags in the corner of the room, the handle of a gun sticking out of one. Your stomach turns when you see it, and you excuse yourself to your room.

You walk up the stairs slowly, feeling as if you’re underwater and each of your legs is weighed down by an unseen force. When you reach your room, you jump at the sound of Jungkook’s door opening behind you.

“Oh, y/n.” He says quietly as you turn to face him.

He’s looking at the ground, his gaze trained on anything that isn’t you.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” You say before he tries to apologize first. You know he would, and it isn’t his fault. You know that you should’ve stayed to make things right, but it just hurts so much and you’re just too good at running away from pain.

“No, I understand-“ He tries to talk but you cut him off gently.

“No, Kook. Please, don’t try to make me feel better about what I did. As upset as I was, it didn’t give me a right to treat you like that, and I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

He blinks a few times, then he raises his eyes to look at you. “I forgive you.” He says quietly. You smile sadly and rub your neck, “Thank you.”

Silence envelopes you and you shift awkwardly, not liking the uncomfortable feeling surrounding you both.

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed.” You say after a moment of silence. Jungkook nods, a sad look flitting across his face. You give him a small smile and go into your room, closing the door behind you.

Jungkook stands in the hall for another minute before deciding to just go to bed. When he lies down and pulls the covers up to his chin, he tries to ignore the thoughts lingering in the back of his mind.

Are you upset with him?

Did you really make up?

Do you still love him?

He closes his eyes tight and plugs his ears, even though the voice hasn’t come back since that last night, his own thoughts threaten to swallow him whole.

~ ~ ~

“Today, we’re getting down to business.” Seokjin announces at the breakfast table. Namjoon and Yoongi left bright and early for scouting, and the eldest has revealed that he has plans for the rest of you as well.

“Finally.” Yuri scoffs and everyone laughs. “I thought we’d never get to do anything!” She shakes her head and sighs dramatically. You smile at the way Jimin is giggling at her. You’ve noticed that she’s opened up more recently and it’s usually to make Jimin laugh.

Jin rolls his eyes playfully and sends her a fake stern look. “Anyway, like I said, we’re getting stuff done today. You girls are going to learn how to defend yourselves in any case of danger.”

Oh, you were not expecting that.

“I don’t know why I never thought of it until now, but it is an important thing to do.” You bite back a smile at the way he sounds like a teacher talking to his students.

Seokjin claps his hands, “Ok! Everyone outside, come on!”

~ ~ ~

“Wider, y/n. You need to be able to keep your balance if someone takes a swing at you.” Seokjin crosses his arms while you move your feet further apart, grounding yourself.

“Good, now-“

“Hey.”

You both turn to see Jungkook watching you two, his hands in his pockets as he nervously bites his lips. Seokjin smiles, “Oh, hey Kook! You can be y/n’s partner now, this is perfect! Come on over here.” He takes the youngest’s arm and pulls him to stand in front of you.

“She’s just learned how to hold herself up in a fight, right y/n? Weak stance is…?”

“An ugly dance…” You cringe as you finish the horrible joke Jin told you to help you remember to keep yourself grounded. Jin smiles brightly and laughs his signature laugh, clapping his hands. Even Jungkook breaks a small smile, despite the awkwardness still lingering between you two.

Jin wipes his eyes as he finally stops chuckling and gestures to Jungkook. “Ok, I’m gonna go see how everyone is doing. After she’s gets her posture down, practice some swings and stuff. We’ll go on to stamina after that.” Jungkook nods and turns back to you as Jin saunters off to check on the others.

Neither of you say anything for a minute, then you try to channel your inner Jin and break the ice. “I guess we can finally start building my arm strength, huh? Wanna arm wrestle after this? Don’t be too intimidated.”

Jungkook laughs and nods, “Sounds like a plan, I’ll try not to shake in my boots.”

You smile at that, hoping maybe things can go back to normal between you soon. After a moment of silence, you start twitching at the way Jungkook is just staring at you. Then he seems to snap back into reality and he laughs nervously. “Ok, uh, you can show me your stance, if you want.”

“Oh, yeah.” You quickly space your feet apart and bend your knees slightly, then you hold your hands up in front of you like you’re going to start boxing him. Jungkook chuckles and walks closer, “It looks good to me. I’d say spread your feet just little bit more…good. And you can straighten your legs a tiny bit, good.” Jungkook smiles and stops about three feet from you.

He gets into his stance to show you, “Make sure to always keep your feet planted on the ground. If someone takes a hit at you when one of your feet is up, it won’t be pretty.”

“So, I shouldn’t move at all?”

Jungkook shakes his head and straightens up, “If you have to move, then move. But when you’re moving, keep your feet in mind, don’t let yourself get into a position where you could be easily knocked off balance.”

You nod, watching him get into his position again. “Ok, how about you take a swing at me?”

“Now?” You ask nervously and he nods, “Go for it.”

You throw a punch and he easily evades it by ducking to the side.

Well, shit.

If everyone is that good at dodging, then you won’t be winning any hand to hand combats anytime soon.

“That wasn’t bad at all.” Jungkook says kindly after seeing the crestfallen expression on your face. Then he quirks an eyebrow at you, “But if I’m going to let you hit my perfect face, you’ll have to go harder than that.”

That sets a fire of determination in your belly and you set your feet apart again. Jungkook laughs at the concentration on your face as he instructs you on different ways to throw a punch. Once you’ve got the basics down, he tells you to try and hit him again.

You throw a punch but miss by a mile when he ducks. He smirks at your annoyed expression. “Come on, y/n. Hit me.”

Another punch and he dodges again, making your chest hot with anger. He winks at you, “You can do better than that. Come at me, don’t stand still. Advance, come on!”

You move forward, making sure to plant your feet on the ground with each step. You let your annoyance fuel you as you keep taking swings at him that he easily escapes. Eventually, you’re tired out.

“Agh! Ok, stop. I can’t do it.” You gasp and let your arms fall at your sides. Jungkook smiles encouragingly, “You’re doing good, y/n. How about you try dodging now?”

You look at him suspiciously, then give him a small nod. “Fine.”

Jungkook makes a sudden swing and you duck as fast as you can, “Jungkook! I wasn’t ready!”

“That’s the point!” He laughs and throws another punch, almost hitting you, but you move out of the way just in the lick of time.

Fuck, he’s fast.

And he just keeps coming.

He moves forward and takes another go at hitting you, which you stumble back from as you try to avoid it. “Stance!” He shouts as he makes another swing. You try to clear your mind and plant your feet down, then you duck, perfectly missing one of his fast punches. Jungkook smiles proudly and you take that as an opportunity to throw one at him.

Jungkook flinches in surprise and just barely misses your swing. He looks at you and grins, “Nice one.”

The two of you continue with taking turns and practicing moves until Jin comes over to tell you you’re all moving on to the next lesson.

“How you doing, y/n?”

“I feel okay.” You say a bit breathlessly.

Jin looks at Jungkook. “What do you think, Kook?”

“She’s doing great.” Jungkook smiles at you, missing the knowing grin on Jin’s face.

You try to hide your blush and look away as Jungkook gazes at you fondly.

The next few hours before lunch are grueling, as Seokjin, Jungkook, Jimin, Tae, and Hoseok all keep you girls busy. They have you jogging, jumping over different obstacles they set up, and climbing trees.

Yes, climbing trees.

You growl in annoyance as Jungkook waits patiently for you to move to the next branch. “You can do it, y/n.”

I know I can, shut up.

You think angrily as you heave yourself onto the branch above you. You despise trees now, with a burning passion. The height makes your tummy sick with anxiety and your arms tremble from the fear and your weight. You’re only two branches up and you really want to stop.

You’re reaching for the third branch and pulling yourself up when the bark where your right foot was supported, breaks. Your foot slips out from under you and you fall.

You don’t even have time to scream as you plummet from the tree, fully expecting a hard hit on the ground. So, when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you before you hit the ground, cradling you almost like a baby, you’re completely surprised.

“Shit, y/n. Are you alright?” Jungkook asks breathlessly as he sets you on the ground carefully. You’re shaking all over as you nod, thankful for his inhumanly quick reflexes. Jin comes over and puts a hand on your shoulder, “You good, kiddo?” You nod again and he smiles.

“That was quite the fall, y/n. I’m impressed.” He jokes and you laugh shakily. Then you feel a sting and you wince, looking down at your chest and seeing a bunch of scrapes. You had bumped the other branches on your way down. The two boys look at you in concern, but you shake it off, “A few scrapes never hurt anybody.”

Jungkook looks almost pained when he sees the little cuts on your chest and arms, but Seokjin tries to put on a cheerful face. “Truer words have never been spoken! But, let’s get you cleaned up. It’s lunchtime anyway.”

You send Jungkook a reassuring smile to let him know you’re okay. “Thank you, Jungkook. For catching me.”

He smiles lightly, “I told you I would.”

You feel your heart skip a beat and you laugh nervously, then you move to head inside for lunch, only glancing back to see Jungkook heading into the forest.

~ ~ ~

“Oh…no, I can’t…” You bite your lip as you stare at the little pistol Jin is holding out to you. He smiles at you in understanding, “It’s okay y/n, I’m going to teach you how to use it. I’m not saying you will ever have to use it in real life.”

You take it reluctantly, hating the cold feeling of it in your hands. Seokjin moves on and hands Ga-In and Yuri each one before taking his place in front of all of you.

“As you can see, there’s a silencer on each of these.” You look at the weird tube thing on the end of the gun where the bullets come out. “Those help keep the sound down, but we aren’t going to be shooting them today. These guns aren’t even loaded, so don’t be afraid, but still be careful please. Don’t ever assume a gun is safe.”

Jungkook comes then, standing next to you as you all listen to Jin. You breathe a sigh of relief knowing you won’t actually be shooting. Then Jin demonstrates how to use the gun, like how to hold it and reload and all these fancy things that make your head spin. After he shows you all everything, he tells you to work with your partner and assures you all that if he sees anyone aiming even an unloaded gun at anyone else, he’ll have their hide.

Jungkook takes you over to a spot farther from the others but still keeping everyone in sight, as per Jin’s orders. He hands you the gun that you had given him to show you Jin’s instructions again. After he talks you through disassembling it and reassembling it, loading and unloading it, and where the trigger is, he has you point it at a tree.

Jungkook walks behind you and you feel his chest press against your back as your breath catches in your throat. He reaches his arms around you and brings your arms up, his cold hand covering yours as he shows you how to aim it.

“Good.” He whispers. “Now try closing one eye and looking at your target, then try the other eye.” You do both and then nod to show you’re done, not trusting yourself to speak right now. “Ok, now keep both eyes open and once you feel like you’ve got a good aim, pull the trigger.”

You line up the gun and try not to think about his big hand covering yours, then the little click sound proving you pulled the trigger makes a smile form on Jungkook’s face.

But your heart feels heavy. The fact that you’re holding something that could take away another life in the blink of an eye makes your stomach turn. Even if it’s a bad guy you’re fighting, the thought that you would have control over their life or death and you couldn’t change your mind after the decision was made makes a horrible chill go down your spine.

Jungkook senses your discomfort and you feel him rub his thumb along your hand that’s slightly shaking as you keep it held in position, His cold touch helps you stay calm. “Hey, it’s okay.” He whispers soothingly, then you feel a soft kiss on your cheek and the built-up tears roll down. You drop your arms and let Jungkook wrap his around you in a safe and protected hold as he places his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I know you hate this.”

You shake your head, “I don’t hate guns, I hate the fact that I’m the one holding it. I don’t think I can do it, if the time comes. I don’t think I could pull the trigger.” Your voice is shaking and so quiet that Jungkook can barely hear you.

“I hope you’ll never have to. Do you want to take a break?” He asks softly and you shake your head, “I want to do it and get it over with.”

“Alright.”

You feel better when he takes your arms again and lifts them back into position. You can both tell that the awkwardness between you is gone now, and that makes a feeling of relief swell in your chest. Jungkook pecks your cheek again, “Now, aim and pull the trigger again.”

The second you hear the click, Jungkook’s hands pull your arms back and you stumble into him. “Ah! What was that for?” You look at him in bewilderment. He just chuckles, “That’s what happens when you shoot a gun, cutie.”

His words make your heart swell and you swallow as he puts you back into position. “There’s going to be some force from the shot when you shoot it for real. Try to resist my pull, alright?”

You nod and prepare yourself for his tug this time. When it comes, you do better than before, but he still knocks you off balance.

You two repeat this a few times until Jungkook thinks you’ve got a good grip and balance. Then he turns you around to face him, your faces mere inches apart. He fights the urge to kiss you and rubs his thumb on your cheek. “Great job. Now how about that arm wrestle?”

You laugh and nod in agreement, “Again, as long as you promise not to snap my arm.”

“Promise.” He giggles as you two head back into the house after returning the gun to Jin.

The look on Jungkook’s face is smug as can be as he watches you settle into your chair and place your elbow on the table across from him. He sets his arm up and takes your hand. You aren’t scared, or even worried at all. You know he’s going to win, but you’ll try your damned hardest anyway.

The second you start pushing against him, you see his arm muscles tighten and you literally cannot move him an inch.

Not a damn centimeter.

Cheese and crackers, this boy is strong.

You wonder if it’s because he’s a vampire, and you puff out this question as you strain to move him even a little. “W-were you always this strong?” You huff and he laughs at your red face. “Pretty much. I mean, being a vampire has it’s strength perks, but I’ve always been the strongest in the group.”

Fucking ham.

You grunt and stop pushing. “Ok, I can’t do it. Maybe I’ll be better at resisting you.”

“You can never resist me, y/n.” He winks at you and you fight the urge to slap him right across his perfect face.

“Anyway.” You snap. “Try to push me down.” You eagerly set up your arm again and he shrugs, taking your hand and pushing very gently.

“Ow!” You shout as you try to counter his pushing. But damn, he’s inhuman. He doesn’t look like he’s trying at all as he moves your hand down to press against the table with ease.

“I win.” He smirks and you growl, putting your arm back on the table. “One more time, come on.”

He chuckles at this but puts his arm on the table and takes your hand anyway. He starts slowly pushing your hand down, so you bring your other hand up. Now you’re using two hands against his one and he’s barely doing any work, but your arm is slowly moving down.

“You’re a little cheater.” He laughs and smiles at you fondly, seeing your face scrunching as you try your best to not be beat by him again.

Then you cry out, “Ouch! You hurt me, shit.” Jungkook jumps and lets go of your hand as you cradle your injured arm. He scoots his chair closer, “I’m sorry! I guess I don’t know my own strength, I’m so sorry y/n. Are you alright?” He’s looking at your arm, panic written across his face.

You start laughing, then you wiggle your ‘hurt’ arm and point at him. “Got you~” You singsong as his face falls.

“Y/n! You scared me, I thought I snapped your fuckin arm!” Jungkook looks extremely offended and you laugh and try to touch him. He flinches back, still scowling. “Don’t trick me like that!” He says grumpily and you pout.

“Sorry, Kookie.”

At the sound of your nickname for him, he softens instantly, grabbing your chair and pulling it closer to his easily. Then he takes your cheeks and pecks you on the lips.

“I never want to hurt you. I’m not really mad, but are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod and smile at him, glancing down at his lips and making him chuckle before he leans in to kiss you again, he starts to deepen the kiss, but Seokjin walks in at that moment and screams as you jump apart.

“Yah! In my kitchen?? Get a room you two! No! NO DON’T. Stop this nonsense, you children! My innocent Kook!” Seokjin wails into his hands as Jungkook rolls his eyes and you feel your face heating up.

Then Jin takes his hands off his face, horror painted on his pretty features. “No! My innocent y/n! Jungkook, how dare you?? Get out!”

Jin walks over and yanks Jungkook out of his chair and pushes the protesting vampire out of the kitchen while you flail around laughing your head off.

“Hyung!”

“Don’t you hyung me, young man! Go let your teenage hormones out somewhere else!”

You double over and fall out of your chair with how hard you’re laughing, your lungs feeling like they’re about to burst. You hear Jungkook grumbling something about how he hasn’t been a teenager for a long time, and you start laughing all over again.

Jin comes over and helps you up off the floor, a mischievous grin smothering his face. “He’s going to kill me.” He whispers and you nod while you wipe away the mirthful tears.

“He really is.”

“If he comes for me, will you put in a good word?” He jokes and you nod as you try to stop chuckling. “I won’t let him touch you, Jinnie.”

He laughs and pats your shoulder, “My main pal, the only one that cares about me.” He mourns playfully and you laugh again before offering to help him with chores. Jin shakes his head and says he thinks you ought to make sure Jungkook really isn’t plotting his death, so you make your way out to find the sulking vampire.

You find him in his room, opening the window and starting to climb out. You hurry in and grab his arm, “Kook, what are you doing?” You ask frantically. He stops and turns to look at you, “I was going out onto the roof.” He says simply and you cock your head in confusion.

A few minutes later, you and Jungkook are sitting in the shade on the roof, your head in his lap as he reads to you while gently playing with your hair. You listen to his soothing voice and find yourself starting to drift off. Jungkook sets the book down and focuses on putting you to sleep instead. You stir at the silence and mumble sleepily, “Keep reading, I’m listening.”

He laughs and leans down to kiss your head, “I know it’s a cheesy and cliché romance, but I think you’ll like it better if you actually hear it. Just close your eyes and get some rest, little flower.” You hum and close your eyes, then you mumble again.

“Can you sing to me?”

“What would you like me to sing?” He keeps running his fingers through your hair and smiles at your answer.

“The lullaby you sang to me before.”

“Alright, go to sleep.” He whispers before he starts to sing.

Jungkook’s sweet voice wraps around you like a cocoon, enveloping you in warmth and the rare sense of security. You can feel all your worries start to trickle out of your mind as the honey tone gently cleanses your thoughts. Your muscles relax and you’re fast asleep before he finishes the third verse.

He keeps humming and petting your head gently, then he leans down and kisses your head. “I love you.” He whispers breathlessly against your hair.

~ ~ ~

“I hate this.”

Jungkook frowns at your sad face and quickly pecks your pout, “Hey, I’ll be back by tonight. Promise.” He holds up his pinky finger and you wrap your pinky with his, smiling sadly when he wiggles your hand around as your pinkies are still intertwined.

“Alright! Let’s get this show on the road, people. Sooner we go, sooner we get back.” Seokjin calls out to everyone as you all say your quick goodbyes. You make a round of hugging each of them before going back to Jungkook.

“Stay inside, and don’t-“

“Don’t answer the door. If we hear anything suspicious, go to the attic and there’s a gun there. You won’t be back until late and you have a key, so it won’t be you.” You finish his sentence and smile at him, “We’ll be okay, Kookie. You need to be careful though, please. Don’t do anything stupid.” He laughs and nudges his nose against yours.

“I never do anything stupid.” He pecks your lips once, then again, and again until you’re giggling. “Come on, lover boy.” Yoongi calls out in exasperation, having stayed behind to make sure he comes. Jungkook rolls his eyes, glaring at the older vampire before he gives you one last kiss.

“I’ll see you tonight. Remember, you promised we could play that weird board game again that you suck at.” He laughs and you roll your eyes and push him, “Go and kill those vampires, stupid.”

Jungkook sends you one last wave as Yoongi drags him out.

~ ~ ~

“Taehyung and Jimin, this is where you guys stay.” Yoongi whispers to the two young men and they nod, immediately finding places to hide where they won’t be seen but can still be on the look-out.

Yoongi doesn’t have to say anything else as they watch the sun slowly sinking, after a few more minutes he nods, deeming it dark enough and they all make their way in a large gap from the house around to the front to act like they’re just arriving.

A few other vampires stroll out of the forest and Jungkook watches them carefully, sighing in relief when he doesn’t recognize them. They all walk to the front door and make their way in. The horror is almost tangible between them all when they see how many vampires are inside the small building. It looks a lot bigger on the inside than it does on the outside, and there are definitely fifty, if not more, vampires moving about and talking. A group say they’re going out to hunt and leave through the back door.

Jungkook swallows his anger as he thinks about what happened to you that night, his eyes scanning over the vampires as he silently hopes he gets to kill the ones that caught you. When he catches Seokjin’s gaze, he realizes he’s not the only one thinking the one thing he really didn’t want to think.

How the fuck are they going to all these vampires?

Jungkook notices Hoseok nod at Yoongi before making his way out the back door. He knows what he’s doing. The other day they decided someone needs to take out the vampires that go to hunt while the others deal with the rest. Hoseok had readily volunteered to do it.

So that leaves Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin and himself with at least forty vampires now.

Joy.

Jungkook tilts his head and cracks his neck, only ten vamps each, not so bad.

That’s when their attention gets drawn to a ruckus somewhere a few rooms down. “I told you what I wanted, you little bitch! So, do it!”

Then to the little group’s horror, a tall black-haired vampire comes out of a back room, his hand tightly gripping the arm of a very small girl. She has long black hair and her eyes are wide with fear as he throws her on the ground in front of all the now laughing vampires, but she doesn’t make a single peep. She looks to be at least twenty, but Jungkook thought she was a child at first with how small she is.

“What did she do this time?” A random vampire shouts from somewhere in the crowd of them and a girl vampire steps out to crouch next to her. She smirks evilly, “You being a bad girl? I think you need a punishment.”

The human girl keeps her head down, her hair falling over her face.

“Any takers?” The girl vampire looks smug as she looks over the silent crowd. It seems like they all want to jump at the chance to torture the poor girl, but they all hold back for some reason. Jungkook sees the black-haired vampire that dragged her out, smirk. It appears that he’s got some kind of authority here as he nods and steps forward.

“Looks like it’ll have to be me, sweetheart-”

“I want to do it.”

Jungkook whips his head to the side to see Seokjin stepping out of the little circle that they formed around the girl and the two vampires, an anxious hush moving over the crowd as they gape at the vampire that dared to challenge the one in charge.

The look of pure rage at being defied on the vampire leader’s face would’ve been priceless if it wasn’t this situation. Jungkook looks at Yoongi who’s thinking the same thought as him, his eyes wide in shock.

They never planned this scenario out.

~ ~ ~

“They ought to be here by now, don’t you think?” Yuri mumbles as she watches you give Koko his pellets. The little fish happily swims to the top to gobble up the food and you smile at him. Then you move to sit on the couch next to her, looking over at Ga-In who’s so focused on her book that you know she isn’t even reading it.

Nothing unusual happened since the boys left, and it has been dark out for hours now. She’s right, but you don’t want to tell her that. You’re already sick with worry yourself.

“They said it would be late, we shouldn’t worry yet.” You try to sound cheerful, but it falls flat when the other girls fail to reciprocate. You’re about to speak up again when the sound of a car pulling up makes your heart stop in your chest.

The boys didn’t take the car.

You all freeze, panic etched into all three of your faces as you try to figure out what to do.

When you finally come back to your senses, you’re on your feet and running to the stairs to get up to the attack and find the gun. The other girls race after you, but then, banging sounds on the door and Jimin’s voice comes through.

“It’s Jimin! It’s us, open the door!”

Ga-In turns and unlocks the door faster than lightening, throwing it open to reveal a panicked and panting Jimin.

A white minivan is haphazardly parked out front and you see the others all crowded around the door of the car while someone is shouting something.

“It’s Jin hyung.” Jimin says tearfully.

Your heart flies into your throat at his words and you look behind him to see Jungkook holding the eldest, trying his best to maneuver his body so he can carry him easier. “Move! Get out of the way.” Jungkook pants as he reaches the door, and everyone leaps out of his path. Jungkook heads to the living room and when you see Jin flopping around almost lifelessly in the youngest’s arms, you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.

Jin is covered in blood.

And it’s definitely his own.

There’s a spot on his abdomen that’s soaked with blood, and you have a feeling he was stabbed there. You run to the kitchen and grab Jin’s first aid kit, then you run back, shoving everyone out of the way and hurrying to where Jungkook has just set the eldest down on the couch.

You dig around in the kit then you turn and start pointing at people and shouting commands. “Jimin, go get any cloth you can find, towels, bedsheets, I don’t care. Hoseok, get me warm water, and fast! Yuri, do you know where Jin keeps the sewing stuff?” The frightened girl nods and you point out the door. “Go get it for me.”

Jungkook watches you work furiously as you lift Jin’s shirt up and inspect the wound. It’s a deep gash about three inches long, definitely done with a knife. When Jimin and Hoseok come with the cloths and water, you press a bundle of cloth on the gash to stop the blood flow. Then, you dunk a rag into the bowl of warm water and gently wipe around Jin’s wound. A little tap on your shoulder makes you jump, and you turn to look at the girl standing behind you.

You’ve got no idea where the hell she’s come from, but none of the boys seem surprised. She kneels next to you, “How can I help?” She whispers quietly. “I- I was a nursing student.” You sigh with relief at that just as Yuri comes back and shoves the sewing kit at you. The strange nurse girl seems to understand where you’re going with that as she grabs the kit and opens it up, looking through it to find a needle and thread.

You don’t ask any questions about where she came from, all you’re worried about is Seokjin. You turn back to him to check on his state, then you look down to grab the alcohol from the medical kit. But your eyes shoot back up a moment later when it dawns on you. You quickly put your hand on Jin’s forehead, your eyes widening at the slight color in his face.

He’s warm.

Jin gasps in pain suddenly and you and Jungkook try to hush him and reassure him that he’s fine as the girl cleans his wound with the alcohol before pressing the cloth back on it. He doesn’t flail, he just bites his lip and groans.

That’s when it’s really confirmed for you, and you look at Jungkook who just nods solemnly. No wonder he isn’t healing like they usually do…you need to save him, and fast.

Because Seokjin isn’t a vampire anymore.

He’s a human.

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a/n: it’s 4 in the morning.

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always5hineee · 4 years

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Profit Margin- Chapter 2: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Chapter warnings: Mild language

Word count: 1506

Full list of chapters can be found on the Profit Margin tab on my page, as well as on Quotev and Wattpad under Taffysamg.

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Y/N woke up in a panic. It took her a few moments to realize what was going on. The last thing she remembered was getting blindfolded and grabbed by some strange group of people- at least two men, if she recalled correctly. The taste of the drug was still stale on her tongue, matched only by whatever cloth was tied around her face to force her teeth apart. How long had she been out? Where was she now? She couldn't see a thing- was she still blindfolded?

Trying to reach her hands up to clear her face, she realized that she was tied to something. Her arms were at an uncomfortable angle to the sides, slightly skewn back. Her legs were in a similar predicament, each tied to the leg of what she could only assume was a chair. She struggled for a moment against the restraints, but quickly realized that they weren't anywhere near coming off. Whoever had tied her up must have been good at it.

"Ohh, I think the little lady is waking up!" Someone said, sending a shiver up her spine. There were other people here? Were these the men who had assaulted her? How long had they been watching? She wanted to ask who was there, but the binding in her mouth was keeping her from doing so.

She had known the risks of human trafficking in areas like this one, especially at large events and venues, but she had never really thought it would happen to her. After all, she was too old to be a child, and she wasn't really all that interesting of a person. Although it was partially her own fault for walking around on her own... Her heart was pounding and her breathing was labored. She was practically going into shock. It didn't help when a blinding light filled her gaze- the covering had been taken off her head.

It took more than a moment for her eyes to adjust. As it turned out, the room she was in wasn't bright. It was simply a white ring light that was aimed directly at her face. The little bit of the walls that she could see were dark and dirty, potentially cinderblock or concrete. While she could see a few silhouettes, the light was keeping her from noticing any distinct features.

"Wow, not bad." The voice that had spoken before piped up again. "The mascara tracks really make the look." Mascara... she hadn't even realized she had been crying until he said that. Her makeup must have been running if he noticed.

"Stop messing around. We need to check her details and get her out." A second voice. Was this the other man who had kidnapped her?

"What's your name, sweetheart?" She tried to make a noise in response. It wasn't an answer to his question, though, but rather an attempt at a scream. Of course, not much made it through. "Oh! Right, I forgot. Silly me!" A hand came into the light, reaching towards her face. It was clearly a leaner man, wearing a dark blue blazer- a suit, maybe? Regardless, she didn't want him touching her. She attempted to lean away as he reached for her gag.

"Now, now, don't be like that." This man who kept speaking- the most talkative out of the two- he seemed... familiar. Something about the pitch resonated with her, but the tone was different. With nowhere to run, she eventually ran out of room to lean, leaving her still enough that he could rip it off of her face. Gasping for air, she felt the saliva that had gathered in the corners of her mouth slide down her chin. Well, she must have looked like a regular disaster.

"Alright, let's try this again."

"What's your name?" The second man said, surprising her slightly. She hadn't expected him to be concerned.

"Come on, hun, we don't have all day." The first said again.

"Y-Y/N..." She responded shakily.

"Ah, Y/N..." The man continued. "You see, we're in a bit of a bind. We were supposed to get more than a few little pretties to take with us tonight. Unfortunately, you took so fucking long cleaning yourself up that you actually put us way off schedule. That could put us out a lot of money."

"M-money?"

"Yeah, I'd say we make anywhere between twenty to fifty thousand a person. Especially with pretty young girls always coming to our concerts and all." Our... our concerts? Were these people working with WayV? So this wasn't just an isolated incident or a planned target- they moved with the band? Did the managers know? Were the members in danger? Why would-

"Anyway, if we only come home with one, Kun is gonna be disappointed." She froze. Her heartbeat stopped, breath stilled, eyes stopped darting around for a second. What... what?

"Careful, you'll send her into shock." Another voice laughed. It was less crazy than the first voice, but not as calm as the second. Another man? Her stomach dropped as she started to realize why these voices sounded so familiar. No, that couldn't be right. It couldn't. The logistics just didn't work. They had mentioned Kun's name to mess with her- that was it.

"No..." She said out loud as she thought through it. It couldn't be true. It. Wasn't. True.

"Aww, look, she's sad that her heroes have her tied up in a basement!" The first one laughed. "Honestly, I'd think most fans were into this kind of thing! What with all the creepy shit you post on Twitter..." Looking to the voice with the snap of her head, she tried to catch a good luck. Surely, there would be some strange, fifty year old man back there, right?

"She still doesn't believe us." The third said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Then, in one swift motion, the ring light turned so that it was facing up, pointed directly underneath a man's face, much like a child telling a ghost story.

"Boo!" She involuntarily yelped at the sudden sight, sending the boy into a fit of laughter. The lighting was strange, but... The shape of his jawline, the curvature of his lips, the slender nature of his face- it was unmistakable.

Hendery.

The same Hendery who had been on stage in front of her not long ago.

The one who had beamed out over the audience with an innocent smile. Was he looking for victims even then? And how many of the members were involved? He had already mentioned Kun, but which ones were in the room with her now?

"See, normally I'd let Xiaojun handle these matters." Now Xiaojun was involved as well? "But I just had to see the little brat that cost us our haul, hm?" He reoriented the light, stepping completely into it so that he was fully in view. He was in a different outfit than he had been wearing on stage- it was more discreet.

"I can't wait to make up for that with all the fun we're going to have before we sell you."

"Forget it, stop playing with her. We should move out while we're not on a time crunch."

"M-move?" She asked, immediately regretting bringing any sort of attention to herself. Still, she was confused. Hadn't they moved her here to begin with?

"Yeah, sweetheart, move. See, we're underneath the arena right now- not that you can tell with this light in your face. We can't just have you touring with us, now can we? So, we're gonna take you home. Obviously you're not allowed on the bus, so we'll have Xiaojun and YangYang escort you in an auxiliary vehicle. I'm sure you understand- cargo, and all." Kneeling down on one leg, he reached for the strap binding her right wrist.

"Are you sure that's-" The quieter man started to say from the dark. Before he had even finished, Y/N had done what he was warning against simply out of instinct- she slapped Hendery in the face. Head tilted awkwardly, he glared back up at her.

"You wanna play those games? That's fine, we'll just knock you out again. Can't promise you'll make it out in such good shape, this time, though." Eyes widening, she shook her head.

"N-no, no, it was an accident- I-it won't happen again, I promise, I-"

"Really, now?" He stood back up, grabbing her jaw and making eye contact with her. "Can I get an apology, then?"

"S... s-"

"I'm waiting." His grip tightened painfully.

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"H-hitting you."

"Good." He let go. "What kind of reputation would I have if I let some bitch bat me around, huh?" He began undoing the rest of her restraints. He was nothing like the Hendery she knew. This man was insane- and who else knew? Were their managers even aware? Why do all of this for money when they were clearly already loaded?

What was going to happen to her?

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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Welcome to the Tumblr-Dome Bitch!

Warnings: Not really any. Just Rami being awkwardly adorable as he discovers the world of Tumblr and the fanfiction about himself. Special shout outs to some peeps on here. I wanted to include all of you but alas, I did not so please don’t be offended. There is going to be a part two and some of you guys may also get a special shout out in the second half. MIght be a bad word or two and references to a smuttier second half of this. Not to worry lovies… I have a plan for this, and hopefully it works out well. :)

Here you go boo, thanks for the request. I hope this plays out exactly as you wanted it to. Enjoy lovies! :) So I had to break this up because it was about to be wayyyyy too long. So once I finish part two I will definitely get it posted.

(PART TWO) (PART THREE)

Word Count: 1384

You met Rami at a bar after work one Friday night.

You two hit it off, and enjoy chatting and getting to know each other over the course of several hours and a few drinks.

He enjoyed the fact that you were a fan of his, and he teased you about it, while you first attempted to play coy. He knew and you didn’t try and play coy for too long before acknowledging that you were a fan of his.

You both decided to head back to yours since you both closed the bar and your place was a lot closer than his.

Once you were home in your small apartment you tell him you’ll be back, you just wanted to change into something a little more comfortable.

You tell him to make himself comfortable, so he takes a seat on your couch right in front of your open laptop.

When you come back out, you notice him reading something on your laptop and then it hits you.

You were beyond mortified, because you had forgotten that you took the screen saver option off, and you had been in the middle of writing a really smutty piece of fanfiction about him.

His face was priceless, a mix of confusion, embarrassment and intrigue.

“Oh my God Rami, Oh my God-you were never supposed to see any of that.”

He looks up from your screen looking guilty.

“I’m so sorry YN, I didn’t mean to snoop, I just saw my name and was curious. Honestly for a second I thought you were really an undercover journalist or something.”

“Yeah I’m not a journalist just a part time, fun time writer. It’s just something that I do for some fun.” you shrug, trying to seem casual to cover your embarrassment.

“This was actually kind of interesting though I’m pretty sure I’ve never actually done anything sexual like that before.” he says with a smirk.

“I haven’t really either.” you confess. “It’s something my readers like so I write it like that a lot.”

“Wait? Your readers? There’s more? You publish this stuff?”he asks curiously.

“Ummm… yeah. On Tumblr, I have something nearing 400 followers and I have a lot of requests. I-I-I-Yeah I write a lot of smutty stories about you. Those are the only stories that seem to get a lot of traction. I write plenty of fluffy cute or angsty stories, but my smut is a fan favorite.”

“Can I read them?”

“Oh fuck me… umm.. Well.. I guess.. It’s-There’s-I have a lot.”

“A lot? How many?”

“Well something going on like forty pieces with several more works in progress.”

“Jesus! People read and write this stuff about me?”

“Oh boy.. Yeah. There are several writers that I follow that also write about you.”

“Wow! How come I didn’t know about this?”

“Because I’m pretty sure that you aren’t supposed to. Besides you’ve said you don’t really do the social media or internet thing. Most of these writers are completely anonymous, and others are very open about their identities on Tumblr.”

“Can you show me?”

“Rami, is that a good idea? Some of this stuff is..It’s.. Well, it’s not exactly PG. I don’t know if the other writers would be comfortable with me showing you this stuff, though I supposed we could create you a Tumblr and I can let you discover them for yourself. I’ll teach you how to search your tag. Please don’t make me regret this.”

He just smiles at you. “I won’t, though this could give me some inspiration on some stuff that I can try with you later.”

You show him how to make a Tumblr account, and then once he gets everything set up and situated with you both laughing your asses off at the fact that he basically created a faux fan account about himself.

“Hey YN, can I follow you? You seem to be well connected in my what did you call it?”

“Fandom.”

“Yeah that.”

You let out a deep sigh before agreeing. You take the laptop and type in your username and hit follow. You make sure that he watches how you did it, in case he wanted to follow anyone else in the future.

Before you know it you’d both gotten lost in the ‘Tumblr sauce’ and he’d been reading a ton of different fanfiction items about himself. Him reblogging and commenting on them, which again you both found to be absolutely hysterical.

You both had lost track of time, and now it was nearing somewhere around almost six am, the sun just barely beginning to peek out beyond the horizon.

“YN how the hell did we just spend all that time on Tumblr?”

“Welcome to the Tumblr-Dome Biotch” you laugh out and so did he. “It’s too easy to get lost in the Tumblr sauce, and it’s really distracting. Please tell me that I didn’t create a monster?”

“Well I’ve already downloaded the app on my phone, and have everything set up. I also get notifications from you so now when you post I’ll know it.”

You feel your face flush with embarrassment as a yawn escapes you.

“So much for the hot sex I thought we’d have.” he says.

“There’s always.. Tonight?”you suggest.

“Abso-fucking-lutely, give me your number. Or I could just send you a message like you showed me how to do on Tumblr.” he says. “I am getting tired, and should probably get home, but I promise we’ll chat and I will be back tonight. I’m going to read some more fanfiction before going to bed to get some more inspiration. I really love @xmxisxforxmaybe her stuff is actually really great, she should write professionally. And that @txmel and @ramimedley have the best comments ever, and I’m really thinking that @the-real-ramimalekpeen’s blog is hilarious. I should probably start wearing underwear more instead of ‘under-air’ as she calls it.”

“Oh my God Rami, those ladies are all my personal friends and I’m-they’d-shit they’d kill me if they knew that I let you find their blogs. Well Peen might just laugh it off and think it was hilarious. She and I have actually talked about this recently. I’m not sure how X would take though, and Tex and Medley would enjoy your comments on their comments. “

“Wait you call her Peen?”

“Yeah to you, I’m not giving you any of these ladies real names without their permission. So I refer to all of them by their usernames unless given permission by them to refer to them as themselves. Tumblr is great because it allows its users to be as anonymous as they want to be. Only a handful of people know my real name outside of Tumblr. Though I do talk to Peen and Medley regularly outside of Tumblr. So Peen is referred to as Peen or RMP in conversation even with other users.”

“RMP?”

“Duh silly- Rami Malek Peen.”

“Oh. I think it’s-it’s well it’s kind of weird that there is a blog dedicated to my penis, and it’s various ‘sightings’. I suppose though in the grand scheme of internet stuff that probably isn’t the weirdest shit out there about me. It does kind of make me sort of feel kind of- I don't know- proud that people want to see my penis though. I mean it is pretty amazing if I do say so myself.”

“Oh you have no idea Rami, no idea. Tumblr is-it’s-yeah. It’s a cesspool of weird and bizarre. But it’s also fun.I know for a fact that Peen’s blog is meant to be all in good fun. It started as a joke and it took on a life of its own. Also, please do wear more ‘under air’ because we all love playing the spot-Rami’s-peen game. You’ve been giving your fandom juicy content like this for a long time, don’t stop now.” you laugh as he unconsciously puts his hands over his crotch.

You yawn again, and this time so does he.

All too soon he was leaving and you prepared to go to bed, as soon as he was in his Uber your Tumblr notifications started going off. You picked up your phone and saw that Rami was reblogging a bunch of your fanfiction. Shortly after he started messaging you about how he is definitely enjoying particular segments of your fanfiction. You laughed, and messaged him back that you were about to close your eyes, and will definitely read his messages when you woke up later.

@r-ahh-mi @mrhoemazzello @spacedustmazzello @hissom1933 @txmel @ramimedley @free-rami

#rami malek #rami malek fanfiction #rami malek reader #rami malek x reader #rami malek you #rami malek hilarity

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Not Nineteen Forever (13) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex) - Ortega

a/n: waaaaah sorry this is such a late update friends! a heads up but because i’ve started back at work i feel like this level of update gap is going to be the norm from me for the foreseeable future, so sorry if ur somebody who is quite impatient (but also deal with it xo). here is unlucky chapter 13, and unfortunately it’s going to be quite unlucky for one of our girls. as always pls pls pls send love to aq or to my blog, i legit churned out the second half of this chapter within the space of 2 hours because 2 anons said they were patiently waiting for it so if u give me enough love u could have chapter 14 out by tomorrow! who knows! (but also probably not. but love u all anyway) xoxoxo

please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!

summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

last chapter: there were revelations and flirtations at Monet’s flat party, in which Vanessa met Monet’s flatmate Monique and Yvie told Scarlet that Brooke was having second thoughts.

this chapter: Brooke makes a decision.

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Brooke woke up and had one blissful, quiet moment of peace inside her head before she blinked, saw who was beside her and had every single feeling wash over her again like a huge tidal wave.

The sex had been incredible. It was always incredible, perhaps even more so since Brooke began having doubts as she grew annoyed at herself and tried to fuck away her frustrations, taking it out on Vanessa. Vanessa never had any complaints, she loved it as much as Brooke did, but this always presented a problem in the form of the intimacy afterwards- Vanessa curling up close to her and planting kisses on every possible inch of skin she could reach, bringing her cups of tea, basically treating Brooke as if she was Aphrodite incarnate. The more Vanessa clung to Brooke, the more Brooke’s brain fought to get away- and Brooke always said it was her brain and not her, because really her life would be so much easier if she could just commit to Vanessa the way she wanted to be committed to and settle the fuck down. Could she do that? Maybe one day, but certainly not now, and certainly not if she was thinking about other girls the way she was thinking about them- like when she saw Monet’s flatmate Cracker at that flat party they went to the other week and was completely taken in by her quick wit and tiny dress and the fact she was Vanessa’s physical opposite in every way (except maybe size). Still, Brooke supposed Vanessa gave as good as she got by flirting with that Monique girl, and Brooke’s skin prickled even as she thought about the girl’s dark, tattooed skin and perfect muscles and dazzling smile.

Come to think of it, she was the exact physical opposite of Brooke in every way too.

There was no feeling like the feeling of being suddenly second-best in the eyes of someone who Brooke had thought only had eyes for her, and when Brooke had taken Vanessa home they had fucked relentlessly, essentially not stopping until the sun came up. The irony of wanting Vanessa to know she was Brooke’s and only Brooke’s combined with the feeling of not wanting to make things official with her was not lost on Brooke. It was as if her internal chemistry was laughing at her.

The girl beside her stirred, and Brooke tried her best, as hard as she could, to stop the sinking feeling in her gut. Vanessa rolled over and pressed herself against Brooke, the skin on skin contact which she’d so desperately craved last night now so far away from what she wanted.

“G'mornin’, baby,” Vanessa growled in her half-asleep voice Brooke used to find adorable. Or did she ever? Brooke couldn’t remember.

“Hey. How’d you sleep?” Brooke asked amicably, Vanessa’s arms tightening around her much like the squeezing that she was currently feeling in her stomach.

“Not too good. I kinda had a shitty dream an’ I woke up in the night. But then you were with me, so it was all good,” Vanessa explained, lifting up Brooke’s arm and then resting it over her back.

“What was it about?”

Vanessa grew animated as she sat up. “So I dreamt that I owned this glassblowing shop with Scarlet.”

Brooke couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s weird.”

“I know, right? But I guess dreams never really make sense. Hey, there’s more, hoe!” Vanessa swatted her, a tiny bubble of affection rising through Brooke’s heart then popping. “So we had this order to make for this client, fuck knows who it was, and Scarlet’s making all hers, perfect an’ beautiful an’ flawless. And I keep tryin’ to make mine, but somethin’ ain’t working, they’re all comin’ out wrong or deformed- shit was scary, Brooke Lynn, like really spooky, terrifying shit- anyway, I finally get my order all ready and there’s seconds to go on the clock, bitch, like we have to get this order off to this client, and I’m rushin’ towards the van, but then-"

Vanessa paused and visibly shivered. Brooke couldn’t help but urge her for more, on tenterhooks in spite of herself.

"Somebody trips me up. And it ain’t Scarlet, I can see her at the van in front of me. All I know is all this glass crashes to the ground, and I fall flat on my face, and there’s bits of glass all in my skin and in my face and under my eyes. Shit was like Saw, it was fuckin’ scary.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Vanj. How did you not wake up screaming?” Brooke frowned, visibly concerned.

The other girl grew bashful. “I mean I did the whole big intake of breath thing when I woke up. I grabbed onto your arm somethin’ crazy, but you could sleep through the rapture, boo, you weren’t for waking up.”

“Damn. I’m sorry, girl, that’s terrifying,” Brooke sighed, unable to stop the furrow of her brow as she pulled Vanessa close in spite of all she was feeling.

“The strange thing was though,” Vanessa continued, Brooke unable to see her face as she rested her head against her chest. “When all the glass shattered into me, I felt it. It was like some weird physical pain. Even though it was a dream. Spooky, huh?”

“That is spooky,” Brooke nodded, intrigued by the whole thing. “All over?”

“No,” Vanessa pondered, realisation tingeing her voice. “Come to think of it, it felt like my chest. My ribcage breaking…or my heart.”

Something hollow and heavy sat itself inside Brooke’s stomach with a thump.

Vanessa slowly pulled herself away from Brooke and reached for the soft grey dressing gown on the floor at the side of her bed. “Anyway, I was glad when I woke up! You want coffee?”

Brooke stretched out, something cracking as sue rolled her foot. “Please. I’d come help you, although I’m not sure what I can wear.”

“I would offer you my stuff but I doubt it’d fit,” Vanessa mused, leaning against the doorframe.

“Mm. Because you’re so tiny.”

“Nah, because you’re obese,” Vanessa smiled lightly, Brooke not able to help herself bursting out into a laugh. She needed this Vanessa to be present more often. The Vanessa that told silly jokes and poked fun at her all the time. That was the Vanessa she’d spent the past two years pining for, but now that she finally had her she’d morphed into somebody else, a clingy, cringey memory of her former self.

“Dick. I’ll shove on my clothes from yesterday,” Brooke slid out of bed, reaching for her sweatpants and jumper. She’d only been at the library, it wasn’t as if she’d been out anywhere, but Vanessa had simply texted her three emojis- peach, devil and that ever-so-slightly-expectant-looking pair of eyes. Brooke shouldn’t have gone round, shouldn’t have encouraged her, but her body had betrayed her and she was in Vanessa’s bed within the hour because as much as her feelings towards Vanessa had shifted she still had the body of a goddess and it would have been rude for Brooke to refuse when it was basically being offered to her on a plate. Or through WhatsApp.

Brooke pulled on yesterday’s clothes as Vanessa made coffee in her kitchen. She knew she wouldn’t be staying long at Vanessa’s flat, as she had a lecture she had to get ready for and she wasn’t the kind of person to go to a lecture in last night’s clothing (that was First Year Brooke’s job) so would need to go back to her flat for clean clothes. Once Brooke was dressed she padded through to the kitchen, where she found Vanessa and Akeria talking quietly on the small sofa that had been shoved into a corner in lieu of a living room. They didn’t exactly stop abruptly when Brooke came in, but Brooke somehow knew they had been talking about her. Akeria was smiling up at her pleasantly, though, so it couldn’t have been anything too bad.

“Hey girl,” she greeted her, shuffling up on the sofa and tucking her legs up under herself to make room.

“Hey Kiki, how’re you?” Brooke asked as she sat down, Vanessa momentarily breaking up the conversation to let Brooke know her coffee was the one in the blue mug.

“Alright. I’ve got a tutorial in twenty minutes but I’m not sure I can be fucked goin’. Have to get that degree, though, you know how it is. Did you, uh…” Akeria stopped, flicked her eyes between Brooke and Vanessa and attempted to hold back a giggle. “…did you have a good night?”

“Keeks,” Vanessa rolled her eyes, hitting her on the leg with a couch cushion as Brooke almost choked on her coffee. Akeria laughed shamelessly beside her.

“Aw c'mon, I’m just fuckin’ with you! Although not in the way you two were fuckin’ with each other last night.”

“Great,” Brooke rolled her eyes, placing her cup back on the table. Still too hot.

“Is Silk up?” Vanessa asked, playing with a strand of her hair. Brooke winced, unsure if she could take the inevitable ear-splitting noise levels at this hour of the morning.

“Nah. She stayed over at some Tinder boys’ flat last night. Bitch is a riot.”

“Oh sweet, so the shower’s free?” Vanessa shifted off the kitchen counter, making for the door but stopping to give Brooke a kiss on the top of her head first. “I’ll be five minutes, baby.”

The door shut behind her leaving Brooke, Akeria, and the low hum of the refrigerator as the only things capable of making a sound. There was a pause of almost-silence, and then Akeria turned her body around to face Brooke, legs crossed, cradling her bowl of cereal and tilting her head with curiosity.

“So,” she began, but Brooke held out a hand to stop her.

“No,” she said. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Akeria let out a laugh. It made her seem sweet and trustworthy, and Brooke knew that she was both of those things when she wanted to be but she also knew that in this context, what this conversation was about to turn into, her trust lay with Vanjie. This conversation was a fact-finding mission, and Brooke wasn’t playing along.

“B, come on. You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“Okay,” Brooke raised both eyebrows at her from across the sofa, running her tongue across her teeth suspiciously. Deliberately articulating her words, she replied. “Shoot.”

“When are you gonna ask Vanjie to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Akeria,” Brooke cried, leaning back against the headboard and bringing both her hands up to her head, dragging them down slowly as if to peel the skin off her face. It would have probably been less painful than this conversation.

“What? Am I not allowed to ask?” Akeria frowned.

“No, that wasn’t an ask. That was a threat,” Brooke gave an uneasy laugh. Akeria did not reciprocate.

“Look, you been fuckin’ around for what, three months now? And it’s very cute and we all love to see it, but bitch, have you both even been on a proper date?"

Brooke felt her stomach clench. "Oh so what, she couldn’t be the one to ask me on a date? Because I’ve not been asked out anywhere either!”

Akeria rolled her eyes so hard Brooke momentarily worried for her optic nerve. “I mean come on, Brooke, this ain’t about you second guessin’ how much the girl absolutely fuckin’ adores you. Don’t tell me you don’t know how devoted she is.”

Brooke’s heart twisted as she remembered Vanessa’s words to her in the new bar the day they’d found out about the sweepstake. The softness to her voice, the rare quieting of her speech. The raw honesty her words had been thick with.

“Fuck, Brooke…I’m crazy about you.”

Akeria placed her bowl down on top of the table as if it were a judge’s gavel, taking Brooke’s silence as an answer. “Exactly, bitch. So what’s stopping you?”

Brooke avoided the question. “What’s she said to you?”

“Oh, Brooke, please,” Akeria let out a small sympathetic laugh. “We both know she’s told me and Silk every little fuckin’ detail of what’s goin’ on in that head of hers. I mean I know I could ask Nina and Yvie about what’s happening in yours, right?”

Brooke was silent, thinking about how little Yvie knew of the situation and how Nina knew even less. “I don’t really tell them much, to be honest. I feel like what happens in a relationship is between two people, not their whole fucking friendship group.”

“Well, we’re all very happy for you and your bottled-up emotions. But luckily for us, Vanjie is a normal, functioning human that expresses her feelings. And the very fact you’re having to ask me what she’s said says more about you than it does about her.”

Brooke was stung. “Jeez, Akeria, thanks for being a friend!”

Akeria looked at Brooke, unimpressed. “Bitch, you know it comes from a place of love! You know I love you to death, girl, but I know you won’t get upset when I say I love Vanjie more. I just don’t want you to fuck with her, Brooke, same as I wouldn’t want anyone fuckin’ with her. I gotta go to class.”

There was a small silence as Brooke cupped her hands around her mug and Akeria moved off the couch, the sting of heat around Brooke’s hands doing little to numb the emotions that swirled around her brain. “So what was the point of this conversation, Kiki? To make me feel like a human shit?”

“No,” Akeria sighed, pausing to lean against the doorframe and look up at the cracked paint on the ceiling. “I’m just sayin’…be honest with her. Tell her how you’re feeling.”

Brooke mirrored her sigh, shaking her head as she looked down at the floor. Akeria lingered, and when Brooke looked up she had a troubled frown on her face. “Even if it might not be what she wants to hear.”

With that, Akeria grabbed her bag and left, Brooke hearing the front door slamming shut behind her. She took a few minutes to sit in the silence, rubbing her temples and taking a few deep breaths.

This was bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad. What the fuck was Brooke doing? She couldn’t end things with Vanjie, of course she couldn’t. It would probably tear apart the entire friendship group, forcing everyone to pick a side and making their last few months of uni horrifically awkward. She would ruin everything.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

V: Heard Kiki leave

V: You wanna come join me in here 👀😈

Brooke flinched. Something about Vanessa’s texts had triggered her fight or flight impulse, and she found herself moving from the kitchen to the hallway, leaning on the bathroom door.

“Hey, V? I’m gonna have to go get ready for my lecture, I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?”

“Oh, okay,” Vanessa’s voice called out from the shower. “Yeah, no, of course! See you later, boo.”

Brooke dashed back into Vanessa’s room, scooped up her bag and didn’t even bother to zip it shut the full way before she was tearing out the door and into the bright, cold daylight. She began walking, but she didn’t really know where to. She was headed in the direction of her flat, but she didn’t really want to go back there. She had to fix this entire mess somehow, but there seemed to be too many thoughts filling her mind for anything to become clear.

Brooke felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She cursed herself for the one sentence that seemed to repeat itself over and over again as she opened her phone.

Please don’t be Vanessa Please don’t be Vanessa Pleasedon'tbeVanessa

She looked at the notification.

P: hey girrrrrl!! i just finished at the gym do u want to grab brunch before the lecture??

In that moment, Brooke knew instantly that Plastique was just going to have to be the one she vented to; she was in the right place at the right time and she was going to hear all of Brooke’s trials and tribulations whether she liked it or not.

B: Absolutely yes but can I get a favour

B: Can we not go to Liezen

B: Like can we go somewhere that absolutely fucking nobody goes

P: girl what is this totally spies

P: we could go Himalaya but it’s not very cute xo

B: That’s perfect. Say 10 minutes?

P: see ya there James Bond

Brooke began to hurry towards town. She was grateful for the guaranteed anonymity of the totally random café that they’d picked, as she couldn’t risk running into one of their friends in their favourite place. She was in yesterday’s clothes, she no doubt smelt horrendous, and she hadn’t so much as sprayed herself with deodorant that morning, but Brooke couldn’t even think about any of that. All she wanted was for everything to go back to normal, and Plastique would help her do that.

Brooke eventually reached the cafe and spotted Plastique instantly. She was glad she’d chosen a far away table at the back and not a window seat, and she all but threw herself into the seat opposite her. Plastique gave her a little glance up and down.

“Jesus, Brooke, you look like shit.”

Brooke glanced at her friend decked out in her Gymshark patterned leggings, an impossibly tiny gym top to warrant being worn in late January, and her perfect, sleek ponytail. Everyone would look like shit compared to Plastique. “Yeah, well I feel like shit too.”

“Huh. Were you out last night?” Plastique frowned, pouring a little from the teapot to the cup that sat in front of her.

“I want to break up with Vanessa,” Brooke found herself blurting out, unable to make small talk any longer. Plastique paused, blinked at her a moment, and reached for her jug of milk.

“Well you were never together in the first place, so breaking up’s going to be a bit of a challenge,” she deadpanned, causing Brooke to roll her eyes.

“Plastique, I’m serious! The whole thing is a fucking nightmare, I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, okay, okay, wait. Pause. Stop. Take a deep breath, go order a coffee and some fucking…eggs royale or something, and then come back and we can talk it all out,” Plastique ordered her. Brooke obeyed, heading up to the till and ordering some food and a drink. It was helpful to hear Plastique giving her instructions and telling her what to do, considering that Brooke felt she had very little direction in any area of her life. She wandered back to the table in a daze.

“I have no idea what the fuck I just ordered.”

Plastique took a sip of her tea. “You straight-up look like a rabbit in headlights, ma. What the hell happened? Last time I looked I thought you and Vanj were fine.”

“We were fine! We were. And then…fuck, I don’t even know what happened. Nothing happened. We went home for the holidays and it was fine for a while- endless fucking phone sex and dirty pictures but then when it came to the stuff like "I miss you”, “I can’t wait to see you again”, I started to freak out and I don’t know why,“ Brooke sighed, jumping a little as she got an orange juice placed down in front of her.

"Okay, first off- get it girl,” Plastique began, Brooke rolling her eyes at her. “Second of all…so you’ve been feeling like this about her for like. A month?”

“Well basically, yeah.”

Plastique scrunched up her face and sucked a lot of air in between her teeth. “Ooh, honey. That’s not good.”

“Oh well thanks Plastique, that’s fucking news to me,” Brooke spat out, annoyed.

“Well, you know it’s bad. So why haven’t you said anything to her?” Plastique asked, Brooke not missing the way she drummed her fingers against her cup.

“Because telling someone you’ve changed your mind about how you feel is scary and it’ll hurt them?”

“Well newsflash, baby. That’s life. Vanessa’s out there expecting you to ask her to be her girlfriend, probably, and the longer you drag this out, the more hurt she’ll get. And what’re you gonna say to her if she asks how long you’ve been feeling like this? Oh, I’ve only been wasting your time for a month.”

Brooke scowled at her friend. “You know, you’re really making me feel worse instead of better.”

“Well what do you want me to say! You want me to say aww, no Brooke, don’t worry! Vanessa will be fine, she’ll be totally chill about the fact you don’t want to be with her. You can go back to normal with her within the space of two to three working days. You want me to say that to you?”

Brooke rubbed at her temples, resting her elbows on top of the table. “This is a fucking shitshow.”

“Hey, girl, I’m sorry,” Plastique softened, reaching for her arm and rubbing it gently with her thumb. “It’s not your fault. Feelings change, and I get that it’s hard to be honest with someone about them. You ever heard of the ick?”

Brooke paused from her mini-massage. “The what?”

“The ick. It’s like, a really common thing. Loads of people get it. When you’re in the early stages of dating somebody, and everything seems to be going well and it’s all good and then suddenly out of nowhere you find yourself cringing at stuff you used to find cute, or being repulsed by shit you used to like.”

“Oh my God. That’s exactly it. That’s exactly what it’s like,” Brooke gasped, realisation dawning on her. Reflecting on Plastique’s words, she furrowed her brows a little. “Although I’m not repulsed. That’s mean. I don’t find Vanessa repulsive, it’s just…I don’t want to be all cute and coupley with her.”

There was a lull of silence as the girls’ food was placed in front of them. It turned out Brooke had ordered pancakes with berries and yogurt. She already knew she’d manage about two bites out of them.

“So wait,” Plastique frowned a little as she cut into one of her poached eggs. “You don’t want to be coupley with her. What does that mean?”

“Well, you know…” Brooke blushed a little. “She’s still totally fucking gorgeous, and the sex is amazing-”

“Brooke, no. Stop. I forbid you to finish this sentence,” Plastique cut in, horrified.

“What?!”

“You’re really going to break Vanessa’s heart and then ask if you can be friends with benefits all in the same breath? Girl. You’re fucking trash if you do that.”

Brooke sighed, cutting a slice out of her pancake and feeling somehow as if she was slicing into Vanessa’s heart.

“You want things all your own way, which, fine. I get that, we all do. It’s natural. But you have to accept that Vanessa is going to be severely fucking cut up about this whole thing. I mean it’s been what, two months?”

“Three,” Brooke sighed despairingly.

“Three months,” Plastique shook her head slightly. “You can get pretty fucking attached to someone in three months.”

“Okay fine. No more sex with Vanessa,” Brooke tore a hand through her hair. “God, I’m a living shit, aren’t I? I am a fucking living shit. I’ve got her hopes up, I’m about to shatter them, and I’m still trying to be selfish about the whole thing. I am the fucking worst person alive.”

“You’re not,” Plastique smiled sympathetically. “You’re a human. We’re all shit. We’re killing the planet. That’s worse than wanting to fuck but not wanting to date.”

Brooke appreciated Plastique’s words but she still felt as if she was a rotting piece of fruit, her insides collapsing in on themselves, her body failing at just how horrific a person she was being. “So what do I do?”

“You need to tell her today."

Brooke exhaled loudly. "You’re right. If I ask her to meet up now, will you help me with what to write?”

Plastique chewed on her food and looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought. “Just keep it short and inconspicuous. Can we talk is too telling and it’s unfair, she’ll be fretting about it until you arrive. But then you can’t give away too much because then you’ve basically told her it all by text.”

“What about just Can we meet? Then there’s not really much to say,” Brooke suggested, her hands shaking as she brought out her phone. Plastique nodded in agreement, and Brooke was typing out the text before she knew it.

B: Hey can I meet you at your flat soon?

B: Like within the hour

V: Sure baby! Come round whenever! All ok??

“Shit. She’s asked if everything’s okay. What do I say?” Brooke asked, panicking. Plastique frowned.

“How about just saying everything’s fine but you just want a chat? Chat sounds better than talk,” she reasoned, Brooke inhaling shakily and typing out a response.

B: I’ll be there in 20 mins or so

B: Just want to chat

“It’s done. I’ve sent it. Fuck fuck fuck, what have I done?”

“You’ve done what’s best for you. And what’s best for Vanessa, too. If you weren’t right, you weren’t right. She won’t be able to see that just now, but it’s for the best in the long run.”

Brooke cut off another bit of her pancake, then neglected to eat it. She sighed and anxiously felt herself tap her foot against the floor. “What’s going to happen to the friendship group, Plastique?”

“Absolutely shit all will happen to the friendship group, and if it does then these girls are not the bitches I know and love. Silky will be raging at you for about a week and then get over it. Akeria will just drag Vanessa on about a million nights out and will probably rub a couple of rebounds in your face. You know that Nina and Yvie will back you up if it comes down to it. Scarlet will be understanding and sweet because she’s an angel that fell to earth,” Plastique sipped from her tea and made a face, her drink clearly having gone cold. “And I’ll hate you until I die, but you knew that anyway.”

Brooke gave a half-hearted laugh. “It’s going to be so fucking awkward for ages.”

“It won’t. Well, maybe a little. But we’re still all friends. And you and Vanjie will eventually go back to normal too, you just have to stick it out.”

Feeling the tiniest bit of optimism amongst the sheer blackness of her heart, Brooke took a bite of her food. The immediate churning of her stomach rendered this a bad idea. Brooke was hit with the overwhelming need to change the subject. “I feel like this lecture is not happening for me. I’ll go and see Vanessa and then stew in my own self-hatred at home for a bit. How’s your essay going?”

“Like someone poured a bucket of shit directly into Microsoft Word, put it on my USB stick and named it "Textiles 4- Final Essay”,“ Plastique grumbled, finishing her food. "I’ll sign you in if there’s a register.”

“Thanks,” Brooke said gratefully. “How’re you and Ariel?”

“We’re chill. I think I might ask her on a date this week,” Plastique said casually, Brooke almost choking on air.

“When the hell did you come to this decision, bitch, and why wasn’t I told?!”

“I mean it’s just chill! But I don’t know. We’ve been fucking for a while and I really like her. She’s not brought anyone else back to the flat in months so I think it’s like a hint,” Plastique laughed bashfully. It was amusing to see her normally so self-assured, poised friend even the slightest hint of shy.

“God, look at you about to start a budding relationship as mine’s about to die,” Brooke quipped dryly. Plastique shrugged.

“One in, one out.”

“What?”

“That rule about babies being born and old people dying. One in, one out. I think it must be the same for relationships,” Plastique pondered. She looked at Brooke intently, then her face softened into a smile. “Listen, I can see you’re absolutely shit scared. Go and talk to Vanjie and just do it. I’ll get your lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Brooke asked weakly, not really meaning it as she was dying to get away and get the whole thing over with. “I’ll transfer you.”

“I’m not some broke bitch, ma, I don’t need your money! Just go. Good luck. Text me and let me know how it goes. I love you,” Plastique reeled off, as Brooke scrambled with her coat and bag.

“Thanks. Love you too,” she muttered, giving her friend a quick hug and already breaking into a sweat as she left the cafe and made her way over to Vanessa’s flat. Her chest was tight and she could feel her heart beating inside it, faster than it had ever gone before. With a pang she remembered how quickly it had thrummed when she’d kissed Vanessa for the first time, when everything had seemed as simple as kissing a beautiful girl and telling her how she felt and becoming girlfriends and settling down and getting married, probably. Brooke’s legs seemed to be moving quicker than she’d thought possible, and before she knew it she was at the bottom of Antigua Road. Her palms were slick with sweat and Brooke was convinced she was about to vomit. She willed herself to slow down as she approached Vanessa’s door, but somehow her body knew it was best to get things over with. Plastique was right. She needed to tell her today, rip the plaster off. As Brooke reached Vanessa’s door and pressed one finger on the buzzer, her heart gave an almighty jolt as one singular thought blinded her mind like a flash.

Jesus Christ this is actually about to happen.

There were a few moments between the buzzer being pressed and the front door clicking open where Brooke thought everything would be better if she just fled, but she seemed to be frozen to the spot. Nevertheless, Vanessa’s voice came crackling through the intercom and Brooke was buzzed in. She took the steps one at a time instead of her usual two, and her heart dropped as she saw Vanessa standing at her front door waiting, all clean and pretty in black leggings and a huge oversized orange jumper with the sleeves pulled over her hands.

“Hey, boo,” she greeted her, Brooke smiling weakly and giving her a hug, attempting to make things look normal. “Come through, I was just doing some work.”

Brooke followed Vanessa through to her bedroom, the bed all tidy and made and showing no evidence of the fact they’d both lain in it just hours previously, everything seeming so different then and yet not really. Brooke perched on the side of the bed and Vanessa sat at the top. She moved her laptop down to the end of her bed, crossed her legs, and fixed Brooke with a bright smile.

“So,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “What did you want to talk about?”

#rpdr fanfiction #not nineteen forever #n19f #ortega #branjie #scyvie #ninex #college au #university au #lesbian au #s11 #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #nina west #yvie oddly #silky nutmeg ganache #akeria davenport #plastique tiara #scarlet envy

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Savannah, Jac, Amelia & Isabelle

Savannah: What are we doing to get party ready? Savannah: because I vote we hit the spa to get our collective ✨ back Savannah: it should be ILLEGAL how my skin looks Jac: No way, I was JUST thinking how good your skin looked like THIS morning Jac: but it's never NOT a good time for the spa too though so 🤭 Savannah: your hype is everything! I don't even deserve how flawless you are in a beyond skin deep way Savannah: but yes to the spa being my go to fave ^^ Amelia: I can't Jac: only giving what you put out, it is beyond deserved ❤❤ Jac: Why not Meelie? Amelia: I'll be at the party but the only way I could be there too is if my mum comes with and NOBODY wants that Jac: Your mum is fun Amelia: not that fun Jac: Doesn't [some boujee place they'd like] have a 10% discount right now, Savvy? Jac: they do THE BEST facials Savannah: 👏🏾 Yes! You have the BEST taste & I think it's actually gone up to 15% 🙌🏾 Isabelle: Awh 😟 it sounds like so much fun but mine won't give me any money and I'm so broke after getting those new trainers Savannah: Don't be silly! It's totally my treat, Is Savannah: your pores shouldn't have to stay clogged for the sake of those trainers Jac: That is so generous of you 🥺🥺 Jac: I NEED a hot oil hair treatment like yesterday, I don't know why it's so dry right now but it's not a mood Savannah: your hair looked beautiful yesterday & if you don't believe me, I literally heard so many girls from the year above talking about it so Jac: 😳😳😳 Jac: well I KNOW Ty heard those 6th years talking about you, he was so jealous, bless him 🥰 Savannah: I was in the bathroom overwhelmed by sadness & I heard your name over & over, it felt seriously fated Savannah: oh my god, he refuses to tell me what they sad, I've given him the full 🥺 & everything Savannah: *said Amelia: maybe you need bigger eyelashes Savannah: Do you think? Jac: Oh my God, where even was I? Boo! 😖 You should have called so I could come find you Jac: no way, you like, INVENTED puppy dog eyes, your natural lashes are so thick and dark Jac: he's just saving your blushes, so cute Savannah: ugh, my phone was like dying because Sienna had all this drama with a girl in her class earlier Savannah: 🥰 you're so cute, I can't even handle all these compliments Jac: Is she okay or do we need to talk to this girl? Jac: her year is vicious, I swear Savannah: she says she's okay but she can't hide how upset she is from me Jac: You're way too empathetic, you know her inside out Jac: Poor Sienna, does she want to come too? Savannah: that's SUCH a great idea, I'll ask her Jac: We could all get matching nails Isabelle: Sorry...mum called Isabelle: won't that be really expensive though? are you super sure Sav? Savannah: of course, Is Savannah: it's not like I need a new outfit for Erin's house party Isabelle: Yay, thank you so much! 😁 So you can come too Meels? Amelia: No Amelia: it wasn't about the money, remember? Isabelle: 😥 you don't want to be left out though Amelia: there's nothing I can do about that Isabelle: oh that's such a shame Isabelle: I'll bring you back some of those mini cakes and sandwiches they do Amelia: thanks Amelia: I'll see you at Erin's Jac: Are you sure there's no way? Amelia: you've really forgotten the 📅 haven't you? Jac: Oh, it's her birthday Jac: right? Amelia: yeah Savannah: we should send her 💐 from all of us Savannah: I love your mum Jac: Are you definitely coming to the party then? Amelia: I'll be there Amelia: Erin throws a good party Jac: 💐 is a great idea, we can go pick them out Jac: what are you doing with her today then? Amelia: 🎭🩰 totally not my thing but my dad won't take her Amelia: she doesn't think I will either, so it'll be stay a huge surprise Jac: That's really nice, she'll love it Jac: I'd love to go sometime Savannah: Ballet lessons were the highlight of my Saturday when I was little, I was obsessed Savannah: mainly for the outfits though 😄 Jac: I can so picture you with your little bun 😊 adorable Savannah: [pics because she's that bitch] Jac: 😭😭😭😭 Jac: how have you always been PERFECT Jac: I was so ugly 😬😂 Amelia: no you weren't Jac: I so was Jac: you and Is were really sweet and I was so 😱😱 Jac: never mind the puppy fat, yikes Amelia: the fringe my mum forced me to have was not sweet 😣 Savannah: I'm with Amelia, you were definitely such an 👼🏻👶🏻 Amelia: she was Amelia: [pics of them all as kids but especially her being bffs with Jac to make that point to Savannah like] Jac: You guys are so sweet Jac: I love you Isabelle: I look exactly the same is that a good or a bad thing Amelia: 😂 Amelia: better than looking like 👧🏻 Amelia: I'm literally an emoji Isabelle: Iconic, some would say Isabelle: 🤭 Savannah: these pics are going to make me cry, I swear Savannah: too adorable Savannah: as if you've all been friends for so long Jac: It's so wild to me that we weren't friends before now Jac: we should've been friends this whole time too Savannah: I know, but I guess I wasn't ready until now Savannah: I had so much character development to do first Jac: 🙌🙏 ^^ SAME Jac: it had to be now Jac: you're all being nice about it but I would lowkey DIE if you knew me even a few years ago Jac: not cute Savannah: ^^^^^^ Savannah: Ty hasn't seen me before we got together & I 🙏🏾 he never will Amelia: he didn't go to another school, I think he knows that you existed before him Jac: the glo-up is too real to go back 💁 Savannah: I'm still waiting for my glow up Savannah: there's only so much the spa can do Jac: 😤 you're so FLAWLESS Jac: like literally, there isn't a single thing wrong with you Savannah: stop, I don't know if I'll start blushing or sobbing Isabelle: I would love to look like you, Savannah Isabelle: what should I wear tonight? Isabelle: I want Tom to notice me Savannah: I'm flattered but you need to embrace your own beauty, Is Savannah: it's so important Savannah: Oh, Tom R or Tom S? Isabelle: Ew, Tom S Isabelle: I made out with Tom R last year and it was baaaad bad Savannah: One second, I'll ask Ty about him now I have the right Tom Isabelle: I'm so excited I might puke Savannah: okay so he likes to make the first move, you'll need to dress like you're not the kind of girl who kissed Tom R Isabelle: How do I do that? I need help 😩 Savannah: maybe you can borrow something of Amelia's Isabelle: Can I Meels? Isabelle: I dunno if I'll suit your style though...I'm not cool Amelia: I couldn't get the grass stains out of the skirt you borrowed last time Isabelle: Whoops 😉 Amelia: and you don't need to dress to impress Tom S anyway, he's nothing special Isabelle: He's so lush though Amelia: 🤨 Isabelle: Come on! You have eyes Isabelle: isn't he so fit guys Savannah: I only have eyes for one boy, but he does have nice eyes himself Jac: You've done worse Isabelle: Yeah, Tom R for example Isabelle: 😨 Savannah: 😅 Savannah: You know who apparently is the worst kisser ever, Donovan! Savannah: have you ever kissed him, Is? Isabelle: Have I? Isabelle: 🤔 Amelia: he leaned in to 💋 but you 🤮 on his trainers Isabelle: Ha! Isabelle: Dodged a bullet, apparently Jac: He wasn't as fast Savannah: Oh my god! Jac: It was so shaming, we had to call her mum to pick her up Savannah: my parents would kill me Jac: Your mum is like, beyond chill, Is Jac: she lets you get away with loads Savannah: I'd be beyond jealous if I wanted to kiss Tom R, or fall down drunk in his path, at least Savannah: thankfully he's not my type Isabelle: Not even, she was so mad at me for ages Isabelle: I was sick in the fireplace Isabelle: it was so hard to clean Jac: Is that friend of Ty's going? Jac: 😶 Savannah: yes Jac: 🥴 Isabelle: oooooooooooooooooh, do you like someone J?!?!? Savannah: he doesn't usually go to house parties but as soon as he heard you were, he recognised that Erin's had potential Isabelle: who who Savannah: J doesn't want to make a big deal out of it Amelia: then why turn it into a big secret? Jac: It's no secret Jac: but Is has already got no chill and you know I'm shy Jac: I won't be able to cope with how blatant her 👀 is Amelia: you could've told me that you liked someone Jac: I am telling you Jac: like, right now Amelia: not really Jac: What do you mean? 🤨 Amelia: I mean, you're not actually telling me anything Jac: I'm not trying to like, commandeer this whole convo and make it about me Jac: but okay Jac: he's one of Ty's friends, he's on the team too Amelia: I could scroll up for that info but okay Jac: I don't know what you want me to say? Jac: I've not spoken to him properly yet, he's just interesting Amelia: interesting how? Jac: 😳 Savannah: is this third degree honestly necessary? Jac: maybe I shouldn't go now Jac: I'm feeling kinda off Savannah: Baby 😔 Savannah: we can do whatever you want to do Jac: No, I won't spoil your guys fun Jac: you should all go Savannah: it won't be any fun without you Savannah: & anyway, if you don't feel well you need someone there to take care of you Jac: You'd do that for me? Jac: you'll make me cry, I swear Savannah: It's just a stupid party, you're you Jac: Will Ty be mad at you? Savannah: of course not, all his friends will be there, he doesn't need me as much as you do Jac: I wanna still try to do the spa Jac: for Sienna Jac: but I just can't see him now, the anxiety is too high Savannah: she'll understand if we have to reschedule but it might make you feel better to be pampered Savannah: but I'll give you a facial if you can't cope with a full spa situation Savannah: it's totally your decision Jac: I do have this new mask I think will be amazing for your skin type Jac: bring Sienna, she can see the new pup we just got Savannah: you understand too, don't you, Is? Savannah: I'll take you for a manicure next week, I promise Isabelle: Oh, yeah, totally Isabelle: mum said it's too much to accept anyway Isabelle: Are you sure you don't want to come though? Isabelle: sounds like he really wants to see you Savannah: I'm here for you if you want any more outfit help for Tom, just facetime me Isabelle: Thank you sweetie, I'm really torn between these 3 dresses Isabelle: wait, 4 Isabelle: I'll definitely call Jac: You're a doll, Is Jac: Tom is gonna be 😍 Savannah: ^^ I can't wait to hear how blown away he is by you Isabelle: I'll give you all the rundown tomorrow morning 😁😁😁 Isabelle: do you want to go together, Meels? Amelia: I've got to put the time in with mum, I'll probably be late getting there Amelia: don't worry about waiting for me Isabelle: Okay, if you're sure Isabelle: come find me when you get there Amelia: yeah, Tom's tall, I'll be able to Isabelle: 🤤🤤🤤 Isabelle: he's so tall Amelia: play it cool, Is Isabelle: 😖 Savannah: you don't need to listen to Amelia, she's not an expert Amelia: I don't need to know about boys, I know her Isabelle: I don't wanna be sick on this one's shoes Amelia: of course you don't Amelia: trust me, drink less, dance more Jac: you should let him give you your first drink Savannah: 👏🏾 he'll LOVE that Isabelle: Ugh, thanks guys Isabelle: I am going to need to pre-drink though Isabelle: for my nerves Amelia: me too, for my 🎭🩰🧠 Jac: What ballet is it? Amelia: 🔥🐦 Jac: Your mum will love it Amelia: she hasn't already seen it, that's a good start Jac: I haven't either Jac: I mean, I just watch the performances at home but yeah Jac: we've sent the flowers via one of those postbox ones, they'll come tomorrow Amelia: she'll love those too Amelia: maybe even more than seeing me dressed for 🎭🩰 Jac: send us your outfit too then, yeah Amelia: no way, they're going nowhere but my mum's facebook Jac: I am her friend, you know Isabelle: hey, I'm not! Amelia: add her, she won't mind Isabelle: I'm so going to Isabelle: not my Insta though Isabelle: I've blocked mine 💁 Amelia: it's okay, I don't let her on my insta either any more Amelia: she leaves too many 😳 comments Isabelle: Mammys are the worst Isabelle: 😬😬 Amelia: at least she understands socials, my dad is clueless Amelia: and he's not THAT old Isabelle: My nan loves selfies Amelia: your nan is my everything Amelia: if I could bring her to the party tonight, I would Isabelle: 😂 you're so wild Amelia: tear yourself away from whichever Tom it is and you'll see Isabelle: not with Pam thank you 🤣 Isabelle: she has a boyfriend Amelia: get it Pamela Isabelle: his name is Brian Isabelle: they go down dolly mount every Friday, it's so cute Amelia: I'm so happy for them Jac: Awh, how sweet Jac: What about Jackie, has she been dating? Isabelle: She never tells me anything Isabelle: she says she's too busy working Amelia: Jackie doesn't need a man Isabelle: You sound just like her! Amelia: cut me deeper, Is 💔 Isabelle: sorry, you do though Isabelle: do you listen to the same female empowerment spotify playlist? Amelia: link me, I'd probably I'd be into it Isabelle: [does, imagine those single lady tunes lmao] Amelia: 😂 Amelia: this could save my life when I hate the 🎭🩰 Isabelle: no, no, take this Isabelle: [some dance sexy sassy playlist she's listening to] Amelia: you should send that one to Erin Amelia: save the party too Isabelle: Good idea Isabelle: [some cringy tiktok moment of her dancing, Isabelle stop] Amelia: [a video of amelia dancing amazingly at some party or other recently that Isabelle had to go home early from so she missed it, cos we gotta remind the lurking bae who we are] Isabelle: 🤯🤯🤯🤯 YOU'RE SO GOOD Isabelle: you should post! you'd get so many likes Amelia: I was so drunk, that's all Savannah: I can't believe that's you! Amelia: 🤔 am I flattered or offended Isabelle: Meels has always been a good dancer Isabelle: you should teach me Amelia: we can start tonight if it won't make Tom rage that he isn't teaching you something Isabelle: it's for his benefit Isabelle: so many lads are gonna be 😍 at you Amelia: they'll be looking at you if I do it right Isabelle: I'm fine with that 😋 Amelia: me too Jac: [some message between Ty and this Tom with some form of insider info they've made him get lol like you're welcome Isabelle but you also owe us now] Amelia: I'm seriously not understanding why you like him, Is Isabelle: 😲 OMG OMG Isabelle: it is so useful having a boy on our team Isabelle: thank you Ty, ahhhhhhh Isabelle: [pictures of him like hello] Savannah: We all want you to be happy Isabelle: 🥺🥺 awwwww Savannah: did you narrow down your outfit picks yet? Isabelle: no, I'm making toasties Isabelle: mum said I have to line my stomach 🙄 Jac: I hope that doesn't make a reappearance later Amelia: Erin's 🏠 is lovely, try not to redecorate it for her Amelia: can I stay over at yours, Is? Amelia: my parents will be all 😍🥰😘 Isabelle: 🤢🤢🤢 Isabelle: You can Isabelle: mum's on nights so she'll be gone and we won't have to worry about waking her up Amelia: if Tom's staying too, tell me now because that's as 🤢 Isabelle: Amelia! Amelia: I don't want to see or hear it, sorry Isabelle: he won't be staying, oh my gosh Amelia: okay Isabelle: I'm not a slag Isabelle: that's just what Kane put about when I dumped him for two-timing me Amelia: until I shut him up Isabelle: Ha, that was funny Isabelle: I thought he was gonna cry Amelia: he probably did when he went home Jac: 👏 Amelia: I should probably go get 🎭🩰 ready Amelia: 😣 this 👗 though Amelia: I'm going to look like I belong on Pam's 🚽 to hide her 🧻 Jac: 😏 Jac: it's not like you can wear your grass-stained skirt Amelia: It's long gone Jac: Shame Amelia: yeah, I liked it Jac: and Is had a good time in it Jac: fond memories Amelia: I'm sorry, okay? Jac: ... Jac: What? Amelia: for the 'third degree' earlier Jac: Oh, right Jac: well thanks for apologising, that's mature of you Amelia: I can be, sometimes Jac: I wouldn't suggest otherwise Amelia: I just had no idea you liked any of Ty's friends Jac: It's not like a thing, is all Jac: I'm not like in love with the boy Jac: you'd know if it was serious Amelia: would I? Jac: Obviously Jac: don't be silly Amelia: I have to go, I wouldn't have time to be silly even if you wanted me to Jac: Make sure your mum has a good time then ❤ Amelia: she will, I've booked a dinner reservation and everything Savannah: That's so cute! I feel like I should be a better daughter starting today Jac: Same Jac: putting us all to shame Isabelle: I only got my mum a necklace from the market for her birthday Isabelle: and it made her neck go green 😩 Amelia: she's been annoying me less lately Amelia: actually being helpful Isabelle: 🥳🥳🥳 Amelia: I didn't realise she was good for advice AND gossip Jac: You know you can talk to us too, right Isabelle: ^^ We're your best friends forever Amelia: it's nothing, I thought I liked someone too but I got it wrong Isabelle: but you never like ANYONE Isabelle: no offence Amelia: none taken Isabelle: you'll find someone Meels 😙 Amelia: maybe Amelia: maybe not Isabelle: Of course you will, you're lovely! Isabelle: right girls Jac: But she can take as much time as she likes, Is Savannah: Ty has so many amazing friends when you are ready, but there's no rush Amelia: Thanks Sav, but they're not my type Jac: I hate to think of your mum waiting on her birthday Jac: you don't wanna be late because Is still hasn't picked an outfit Amelia: don't worry, I'm going Isabelle: See you at Erin's 💖 Jac: Later 👋 Amelia: yeah x 2

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smutandfluffohmy · 5 years

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My boys

From: Smutandfluffohmy Character Parings: Felix X Reader Warnings: Violence. Blood. Cursing. Angry bitch bois Request: Can you do a Felix imagine where the Lost Boys are really mean to Y/n, and one day both Felix and Peter are off, the Lost Boys hurt her really bad over something ridiculous (you can pick what) and when they come back Felix loses his shit when he sees one of the nicer boys is patching her up. Word Count: 2.6K A/n: This could be all yours for the low low price of sending me your fave fanfic. Also fun fact about yours truly I have a wattpad book that’s rated #1 in ***** AU, #6 in submissive***** and #103 in daddy***** because I’ve been doing this since I was 12 and I’m disgusting.

You’ve been in neverland for a while, you couldn’t tell exactly how long you’ve been here though. Sometimes daylight would stretch on for days and others times the night would surround you for weeks. Neverland never had set days or nights nor weather, it was all determined on how Peter felt that day. Your stay has been long enough that you knew a general lay out of Neverland, you knew all of the boys names and vaguely how old they were. Despite your long stay some of the boys still hadn’t warmed up to you, you even though that they hated you but that was silly. You never gave them a reason to hate you.

You walked around searching under big leaves and around trees trying to find some of the younger boys you were playing hide and seek with.

“Hmm are you behind this tree?” You yelled jumping behind a tree seeing two of the boys hiding behind a big overgrown tree. Swinging your legs over the branch you began tickling them, the quiet forest around you filling with the three of yours laughter.The smaller boys turned on you and started tickling you with their little fingers.

“Guys help!” You called out between laughter as the rest of the boys that were hiding appeared as they all began tickling each other. “Okay stop stop please.” You begged laughing putting your hands up in surrender, a big shadow appearing over you causing the laughter to dial down.

“Peter and I are going to do some business things.” Felix said to the group stealing glances to you, you sat up still looking up at him. “If anyone appears in the island kill them.” He said he turned around and started walking off.

“Hey how about you guys go and hide again.” You smiled to the group, the boys scattred to all directions and you ran up to catch up with Felix. “Hey will you be gone for long?” You smiled up to him walking next to him with your hands behind your back, slowly letting them fall to your sides.

“A couple of hours.” He said stepping closer to you, letting his hand brush against yours. His fingers rubbing your knuckles gently.

“Be safe okay?” You said linking your fingers together and leaning in closer, your shoulders rubbing against each other.

“I’m alway safe.” He said flashing you a smile, his free hand reaching up to your face to tuck a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

“Felix wer-” Peter said as he magically appeared in front of the both of you, he took in the sight in front of him before making a fake gagging and throwing up sound. “Get a room.” He mocked Felix causing felix to groan and roll his eyes, Peter flashed you a quick thumbs up and a smile. Peter was a weird one that you still hadn’t understood, he looked and acted like a teenage boys much to your dismay but he sometimes said things that made him seem like he was truly 30 years old.

“I would like to stay and chat but we have work to do.” Peter smiled to you before both him and Felix disappeared into thin air. Huffing out you went back to look for the boys who by now had gotten the best hiding places. A couple of hours passed by until the boys were properly tired and all of you headed back to camp. Some of the older boys were sitting around while the rest were practicing their archery.

You let them all to their devices and walked away to get something to drink. You couldn’t help but feel the angry glares that were burning holes into the back of your skull, you shook your head trying to shake out the irrational thoughts. You found some water and took a swug out of it, making your way towards the boys practicing their archery wanting to get some practice in as well.

Grabbing a an arrow you walked away from the target and focused on the target in front of you. Pulling the string next to your cheek you let out a breathe and slowly breathing it back in convinced quick or jagged breaths will throw off your aim. Your fingers letting go of the string, your arrow hitting centimeters away from the bullseye but still getting a few thumbs up from some of the boys.

“Boo that sucked!” Devin yelled out to you playfully you answered with just sticking out your tongue and walking over to get another weapon off the table.

“I bet I could kick ass with a axe.” You said smiling to him, gripping the axe handle and positioning yourself in front of the target again. Just as your arm fell back Devin took it out of your hands.

“I bet you could but how about you practice in the woods where there's less people you could kill.” He said giving you a worried toothy smile, adjusting his grip on the axe pointing at the woods with it.

“Okay come on let’s go!” You said walking backwards smiling widely at Devin who gathered two more axes from the table. You kept walking backwards a yelp called out causing you to turn around to see a pissed off Will standing in front of you. ‘Oh sorry I didn’t see you.I’ll be more careful next time” You said to him. Will was one of the Lost boys you couldn’t quite seem to be friends with no matter how hard you tried.

“Watch where you’re going or there won't be a next time.” he said pushing past you with Jack and Daniel walking closely behind him glaring at you as they walked by.

“Come on let’s go.” Devin softly said to you as he becomes you to follow him to the woods to practice axe throwing. The both of you talked along the way till you found a clearing with enough distance from the two of you and the rest of anyone you may accidently bury a axe into.The axe throwing explanation and technicalities went on for while before Devin let you actually hold them.

“Come on I learn by trial and error. That’s how Felix thought me archery.” You said grabbing the axes from Devin and positioned yourself in front of a big tree. Devin flinched slightly at the mention of Felix but you were too busy weighing the axes in your hands to notice.

“Felix scares the shit out of me.” Devin said frowning as he spoke. The memories of Felix frowning face making him shudder. To everyone else in the island Felix was nothing more than Peter’s right hand man that had a permanent frown on his face and had a vibe about him that he could kill anyone by just staring them down. However you knew Felix was so much more than that he just didn’t like opening up to anyone in this island.

“That’s because you're a weenie.” You said to him as you threw an axe at the tree in front of you, grabbing for another one.

“Seriously he’s fucking scary.” He insisting, going on a tangent about how and why he thought Felix was unsettling. You just shook your head because nobody truly understood him nor Peter by that matter, they were your boys. You smiled at the thought of that ‘your boys’ that sounds nice, letting the send axe getting plunged above the first. Reaching over you threw the last one without much thought turning around to smile at Devin but instead you were greeted with Will’s angry face.

“You’re just a stupid bitch aren’t you?” Will said throwing the first punch, it made an awful noise when his first made contact with your face.

“What the fuck was that for!” You yelled your eyes looking at the 3 lost boys around you.

“Come on Will leave her alone.” Devin said as he began walking towards Will,however two lost boys grabbed him holding him back. You stood there stunned holding your nose trying to wipe away the blood flowing out of it.

“Because we all fucking hate you.” Will said between gritted teeth pointing a knife at you accusingly . The energy from the boys shifted drastically their hands no longer holding Devin back and instead holding them up in front of them in defense.

“Will you said we were just going to scare her.” Jack said stepping towards Will who had a crazed look in his eyes that you had never seen on anyone before.

“Why don’t you just shut up Will or I’ll kill you too.” Will said glancing at Jack from the corner of his eyes his murderous gaze never leaving his face. His hand tightening around the his knife, his knuckles turning white. It’s four against one surely you all could take him down but it there was something about his eyes that made all of you freeze in place.

“Look man we never agreed on killing anyone.” Daniel said pointing a finger at Will, Daniel stepped forward trying to get in the middle of you and will. Everything seemed to slow down, a dream like slow where you were screaming at your muscles to move a bit faster for the love of everything. Daniel’s shoes crunched over the twigs in the floor, Will didn’t even blink as he lunged forward to stab him in the chest.

Putting your hands on his left shoulder you pushed him out of the way before the knife was plunged into his chest. The knife ripped your clothes and your skin open, and you could swear you heard your flesh rip open. Daniel pushed you towards him trying to beakon you to run but you couldn’t you just stayed put and looked at Will. It was something about that stare that you couldn’t just shake off it made you afraid of looking away as if he might snap completely if you did. Before Daniel could beakon you any further Will kicked you causing you to fall to your knees.

You looked up at him he looked at you with those evil eyes the look never weavering.You wanted to get up and fight, you begged your body to get up and fight your way out of it but the air felt too thick to actually move your legs from underneath you. Before you could pity yourself any longer Jack hit Will across the head with a fallen tree branch, soon Wills horrid face was replaced with Jack’s face whose hair was sticking to his face from sweat.

“Let’s go.” Daniel said grabbing your arms and leading you back to camp as he tried stopping the bleeding. You looked down at your body, far more cuts were scattered throughout, far more than you could remember. Did you just block out all these cuts? Did you block out the time Will stabbed you in the stomach? You didn’t know and you didn’t want to ask you just let Daniel lead you back to camp.

Jack and Devin were following close behind as they dragged Will’s body along with them. Daniel sat you down on a log, endless ‘I’m sorry’s’ and ‘I didn’t think he would do this’ falling from his lips but you were too far gone to catch any of them. You waved them all off the best you could as you began drifting off, your eyelids becoming too heavy to keep them open.

“What’s going on?” You heard a voice off in the distance, too close but too far away at the same time you couldn’t quite recognize who it belonged to. Felix kneeled down in front of you cupping your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Who did this to you?” He said looking deeply into your eyes, concern washing over him.

“Here let me help.” Peter said stepping in front of you and fixing you right up but still looking at your wounds worried his magic didn’t take.

“Who did this to her?” Felix said pointing at Devin who remembered at that moment just why he ignored Felix at all cost.

“It was Will. We locked him up in the cages.” Devin answered him, and before he could ask anything else Felix stormed off to the cages. You quickly followed after him but Peter walked in front of you blocking your path.

“You should rest you still have a lot of internal bleeding.” Peter said placing his hands on your shoulders urging you to sit down, you just got more and more agitated. Peter placed his fingers on your forehead and before you knew it you fell asleep on Peter’s arms as he went to go set you down on your bed.

Felix stormed off from you, looking for the cage with the boy inside. Will swayed rapidly as he tried to escape the small cage that swung next to Wendy. Cutting the rope that secured his cage it crashed down on the floor making the side of the cage to fall off. He crawled out scurrying to his feet looking for anything to protect himself with.

Before he could say anything Felix grabbed him and started pulling him towards the cliff.

“The sirens are really hungry.” Felix said between gritted teeth grabbing his hand and twisting it till he heard a snap. Wills finger twisted in an unnatural way, his screams echoing through every inch of the island. Wendy let out a yell as she tried reading out to them as if her arms could stretch all the way down to where they were.

“Shut up or I’ll kill you next!” Felix yelled out to Wendy who just scurried to the other side of the cage. The screaming went on for what seemed like a for ever, most of wills limbs were twisted in different positions, his face turning into a mess a purples and reds then he was strung up back inside the cage next to a sobbing Wendy.

Felix walked back to your room climbing up the steps of the treehouse. Gently knocking on the door with his bloody knuckles smearing the wood, he cracked the door open to see you laying in bed and Peter sitting on a chair next to you.

“She’ll be okay. Whatever he used to stab her with was coated with nightshade but she should be better in a couple of days she’ll just seem to come down with a fever.” Peter explained as he patted Felix in the back leaving the two of you alone. Felix climbed into bed next to you twisting a strand of your hair in his finger causing you to stir awake.

“Hi creeper.” You smiled at him, seeing him stare at you as you were sleeping. “Get inside the covers it’s freezing.” You said pulling up the covers letting Felix climb inside, he kicked off his shoes and crawled in next to you. It wasn’t cold in the slightest but Felix couldn’t pass up the opportunity to cuddle with you.

“I won- I mean Peter and I will never leave you alone.” Felix said kissing the top of your head holding you closer to him. “I’ll always be here to protect you.” He whispered into your hair running his hand up and down your back. “And Peter can help but I’m better.” He joked making you laugh, almost forgetting the events of just hours ago.

“Ah yes my boys.” You smiled to him. Your legs tangled together, your chest resting on Felix’s chest hearing his heart beat thump quicker.

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harrysdimples · 6 years

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sooo...it’s the legend @btapants’ birthday and me and my main partner in crime daria @britneytshirt both came up with this idea and whipped up a lil somethin somethin for celine to read! we just want you to know how loved you are celine and how you influence us all to be better people! we all love you and had a few things to say :)

@bidonnas (aka mik): i followed celine like ages ago bc i was looking for more harries to follow and she seemed so sweet and, like, a Quality™ blog and we've been mutuals for ages as well and we like sent each other asks for like ask games and tagged each other in tag games but we didn't start talking more until the first gc in like march of this year and i do not regret a single thing of entering that gc bc i got to meet my birlfriend, now my bife. we've just gotten closer over the past 6 months of being in so many different groupchats with each other and i love everything about her. she's funny, she's kind and sweet, and she loves mamma mia. i mean, who could ask for more?? fjdkgksdljkfg celine deserves the whole world and all the love in the world and i love her so so so much!!!!

@guccifloralsuits (aka violet): Celine, you already know it but literally love you tons, you make my experience as a harrie stan so much brighter :) I'll always remember the #funkirk days and times we've been throught - from the discourse days to the crazy concerts & I can't wait to see what this next year for you & us brings! You're so easy to talk to and fun to share this experience with! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL MY LOVE TO YOU 💖

@annaonvinyl (aka essie): Celine, Celine... I believe we've been mutuals not for that long and i do remember checking my notifications and seeing that she followed me i kid you not when i say i nearly had a moment because i would constantly see her posts and people talking so nicely about her. i can now understand why people kept saying sweet things about Celine, i mean she's amazing! if you aren't following her please do me a favour, go to her blog and press that follow, just... do it. celine is so sweet and funny, her blog is the perfect mix of aesthetic and relatable and not to mention she's so freaking stunning? i mean... have you seen her? model material, i'm telling you. so in conclusion what i want to say is celine is gorgeous and so nice and i love her! tanti auguri bella! spero che tu abbia un bel anno davanti a te e tutto il meglio vada per te! goditi la giornata e sorridi molto (scusa il mio italiano arrugginito)

@signofthebis (aka petra): Happy birthday, Celine! ❤❤❤ You know why I followed you. Because of the tags you wrote under my bta pants gifset. And I knew in that moment... this is a person that gets it and I need her in my life. And then I was lucky enough to get into the biconic gc you started and I got to get to know you and wow? You're amazing. You're so funny and incredible and just... I stan forever??? You're truly a queen. ❤❤❤❤ One day your selfies are gonna kill me because you're that gorgeous. And honestly? What a way to go. So Celine, I hope you're having a wonderful day and may your life be filled with only the best of luck, may it be full of love and kindness because that's what you're giving to us and you deserve the same it in return. Ily ❤

@flowerfeasts (aka dani): I followed celine like a year ago because i used to see all my faves tagging her on my dash, so i thought she was very important and cool and i remember waiting like a few weeks to follow her cause i somehow thought that would increase the chances of her following me back? lmao anyway, i still think she is very cool and i LOVE her fashion sense and she is a libra! that means she is awesome

@harryandcats (aka lejla): CELINE MY ANGELBOO!!!! I’m sooo bad with words and tbh?? there’s not enough words to describe how much u mean to me anyway smh you’re one of the sweetest, funniest and smartest (let’s just not mention your posts and the things you say something BDJDNDNDB) and loveliest people I know!! you’re also so silly sometimes but in a very cute and endearing way bdndn I could talk to you about literally anything, be it something deep or something random like poptarts bxjdndn speaking of poptarts we truly gotta meet someday and you’ll have to buy me lots of things and in return you’ll get the biggest hug of your life!!!! sounds like a plan if you ask me anYWAY I lov u with my whole heart, you’re my love, my life, my wife, my gf, my bitch, my boo, but most importantly: my dumbass ✌🏻😔 I hope you have the loveliest day!!!! Happy Birthday, Celine!! 💗🌈💕

@harrysnotechanges (aka kristyna): Celine 💕💕 you are so funny and such a kind and generous person (not to mention gorgeous, ugh it’s not fair). I’m pretty sure I first started following you because of your url (I mean how much more iconic could you get,,, and I couldn’t agree more, the bta pants were the best pants Harry has ever worn tbh) and I stayed because you’re just an amazing human being. Ily 💕💕💕 Happy birthday!

@gettingdizzy (aka sav): I LOVE CELINE she is super kind and funny and like a little sister to me!! talking to her always makes my day better :) im not even sure why i started following her we probably got put in a gc together or something but im so glad i did!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY

@nofoookingway (aka jess): Oh boy, lil Celine. The cutest bean I’ve ever seen. I know we don’t speak anymore bc I’m trash and got too overdramatic about a stupid lil thing, but I’m so glad that we still follow each other and I see you on my dash every day. Your posts never go without a typo, even if it’s just the tags, and that’s probably my favorite thing about you. You’re so expressive and so weird in the best of ways. I’m pretty sure you’re starting uni (if you’re not smack me), but I know you’re going to kill it. It’s hard af, and it’s gonna suck. You’re gonna hate it sometimes, but believe me when I say I know you can do it and that you will have a blast once you find your niche. If I can do it, you sure as hell can. I wholeheartedly believe that. Anyways, I hope your birthday is just as fun and amazing as you are. ilysm 💛💛

@leesh (aka leesh lol): HAPPY BIRTHDAY CELINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope u have the absolute best birthday ever bc it’s what she deserves and i hope harry makes an appearance again looking absolutely fabulous bc it’s also what she deserves (maybe wearing the bta pants? yes i’m putting it into existence!!!!). i honestly can’t rmbr how or why i started following you, maybe it was a gc or maybe i just liked ur blog, i have a terrible memory, but i am SO GLAD whatever the reason I DID. i love seeing ur posts on my dash and i love seeing what you’ve got to say and i also love talking to u in gc’s and stuff. ur a cool gal and i’m glad we had a chance to become mutuals and pals. again i hope u have the best way day ever and get spoilt rotten. i love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖✨

@kiwiintro (aka kayla): Happy Birthday Celine Bean! I hope it's amazing I love u and you're so iconic and amazing and ur an actual Meme™️ sometimes anyways again I hope your birthday is amazing and have fun being 1(one) year older ❤

@harryftvans (aka teresa): celine my dearest witch princess and gentle air spirit happiest of birthday wishes to you!!! someone’s getting old lol anyway I wish u all the best and hope you have a great day and that a lot of other great days will follow because u only deserve happiness and love and ~good vibes~ in your life!! stay ur amazing self, you’re always so chill and laid back (which is nice in this hectic world gksndn) and even when you pull a zayn on us at the end of the day you’re always there for us, being supportive and it’s always a delight to talk to you and hear stories from you!!! great britain is blessed to have you for the next couple of months/years (hope u have a nice time at uni I believe in u) so yea enjoy your day hope it’s filled with lots of love and hugs!! i’m glad you’ve been brought into the world and i’m glad we were out in the same group chat I couldn’t imagine my days without u, love you v much💕

@pinkflaredpants (aka iris): No offence but it's been a whole ass year since we first heard medicine and still no fuckin studio version of sott.

@britneytshirt (aka daria): celine, remember the day we became mutuals? it’s definitely been a year(+) now, can you believe it’s been that long? i followed u not really expecting to be followed back and u followed me about .02 seconds later and honestly i was a lil shocked. so i put my insecurities aside and decided to text u and u said u just saw my url and liked it and followed me. like?! *harry voice* craziness right? anyway, i like to think of u as a little present from life. when we started talking i was very lonely and literally cried myself to sleep every other night and having a friend, you, to talk to made me realise nothing is ever that bad and in a way... gave me hope? you mean so much to me. you’re always fun to talk to, u always have the funniest things to say. and most importantly, i know i can always count on u for whatever, you’ll be there to listen to me. so thank u. i’m so grateful i have a celine in my life. i love u

me (aka moi): so....celine, where do I even start? from those very first few months when I joined this fandom in september last year we were close friends. we started our first conversation about old 1d memes and the rest is history. I don’t think there’s been a time in the last year or so where I haven’t spoken to you, and I really couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. I look forward every day to chatting with you in the gc and i’m always just in awe of how accepting, loving, caring and truly inspiring you are as a person. I love hearing you speak italian in the rare voice messages you send, and especially your selfies (I will hold the belief that you should be a model to the grave I think tbh). you inspired me to love myself for who i am and we’ve grown as friends into something I never thought i’d reach. i’m never going to be able to fully articulate the weight you hold in my life or the impact you’ve had on me, and i’m bad at expressing my feelings anyway, but I just wanted you to know how LOVED you are, by me, and from everyone here. I can’t wait to eventually meet you once you’re settled over here and I can’t wait for the memories and shows we’ll make in the future. thank you for being you, and please never stop being your amazing self 💕

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blackbriarsraven · 7 years

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Hi guys, thanks for letting me know my blog images are fucked up, I will try to get them fixed before I leave the library today. I *think* I have all the bc contestants and their baggage collected so they’ll be setting sail for Draganhalla possibly in the morning. I’ll be getting everyone ready and I’m sure you’ll see a few pics before I begin piling posts into my queue for my brief tumblr-break.

poor dead inside gemma xD she's beautiful though!!

Thank you! The new ts2 sliders have restored my faith in sims creating xD before that I couldn’t create any sim that didn’t look like a garbage fire in that game!

willky12 replied to your photo “Clearly someone is craving seafood. Also, i laughed that autocorrect...”

When Auto correct get it right XD

LOL I know, for once right?

simblu replied to your photoset “ice-creamforbreakfast: Madame Boobmerta for @acquiresimoleons‘...”

She does have flotation devices..

LMAO she does xD if the monk has a swimming contest, we know she’ll win, she’ll just bob down to the end!

titosims replied to your photoset “ice-creamforbreakfast: Madame Boobmerta for @acquiresimoleons‘...”

you killed me! Judithea Bünch HAHAHHAHA FML

LMFAO She is endlessly clever

titosims replied to your photo “Clearly someone is craving seafood. Also, i laughed that autocorrect...”

mwahahahahhahha dumbs!

xDD

willky12 replied to your photo “Acorn, honey, I think you have a home. Fluffy put Ailbe to bed for his...”

Ailbe's father! How juicy ;)

Yup! It was two sims story progression hooked up before I knew what was happening and I didn’t feel it matched either of their personalities. They got it broken up.

ashuriphoenix replied to your photo “Acorn, honey, I think you have a home. Fluffy put Ailbe to bed for his...”

... I don't even know where to begin on how wrong this is.

bahahahaha Only because he’s not cuddling a duck.

titosims replied to your photo “Fuzzy sat down with a book while Maeve wandered off to complain about...”

woaaaaaaah that sky *_*

Ikr? I love this lighting mod.

ashuriphoenix replied to your photoset “owly-sims: Bernadette Bowman was born into an affluent–but...”

I just realized this sim is going to be just like owly: cute, unassuming, totes normal on the outside, and you get her in game and she's going to be doing nude keg stands or something, with owly herself off to the side all, "Idk lol" knowing full well the evil she's wrought. :|. Or she'll blame me and everyone will accept this. :/

LOL she might end up being the perfect match for the monk. Benign on the streets and freaky in the sheets xD

ktarsims replied to your photo “Some lovely lizard Sims �� I love you guys but life right now is a...”

*sends hugs*

willky12 replied to your photo “Some lovely lizard Sims �� I love you guys but life right now is a...”

Take care of you and yours first x

owly-sims

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“Some lovely lizard Sims �� I love you guys but life right now is a...”

I hope everything is okay!

simblu

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“Some lovely lizard Sims �� I love you guys but life right now is a...”

Oh my gosh..hope all will be well for you, whatever is going on. We will keep your place at the table..and your dish covered.

I promise, everything is ok at home - I’m just stressed out and haven’t had time to write or draw and my depression is causing my vision to go black at the edges... I need to work on my story or something and get myself together. Don’t worry, I will be back <3 I have too many good friends on here to stay away for long.

titosims replied to your photoset “Tully: you are SO cute! Scurvy: put me down, useless slave. I wanted...”

aaaaaaaaw grumpycat

xD I heart his angry little face

titosims replied to your photo “Maeve scratched her head, thinking there was something she was going...”

oh noooo fluffy how could you

xD because she’s a stinky bear

simblu replied to your photoset “Nod Landing ”

yay! I like! More alien sims 2!

I figured you’d enjoy this little project of mine <3 ts2 has so much awesome retro stuff it’s begging to be used in a jetsons style scifi game. I wanted to utilize as much of the silly maxis stuff as possible... so don’t be surprised if you see gorillas running around!

dramallamadingdang replied to your photoset “Acorn boos the monk and his attempts at preaching have done nothing to...”

Too bad Sims can't shove each other out of the way. Also, Bearfucker, HAH! :D

LOL I know! Some of the routing problems in this game make me laugh. Good thing the monk has a skin of steel and these kinds of names just bounce off ;)

nornities replied to your photoset “Nod Landing ”

That's hell of an environmental mod! Fantastic!

Isn’t it? I love it, it’s a skybox someone meshed absolutely beautifully. Of course, my dumb ass placed it wrong, so now I might have to redo my whole hood...

ashuriphoenix replied to your photoset “Acorn boos the monk and his attempts at preaching have done nothing to...”

Monk is taking his new nickname with aplomb. xD

xD I think he’s probably used to these names by now. Hopefully marriage will cure the townspeople of some of their suspicion.

ktarsims replied to your photoset “Acorn boos the monk and his attempts at preaching have done nothing to...”

LMAO: The sims curse... route failure!

THE WORST

ashuriphoenix replied to your photoset “More cabbage soup is served out for the others at the Inn....”

A total bitch. xD

LMAO always

simblu replied to your photoset “Everyone loves a fuzzy plump cat. Even if he gives you the most...”

This makes me miss my adorable plump cat that passed on almost a year ago

awww :(

ashuriphoenix replied to your photo “First mostly legit household: the Carpathians. Tully here is a...”

Scurvy is Every Cat.

LOL I think the pets got more personality in this game... I love how he behaves, it’s fun just to watch him get into shit.

willky12 replied to your photo “Maeve comes in and points, laughing at the bear sitting at the...”

Maul away I say ;)

bwahahaha!

simblu replied to your photo “Maeve comes in and points, laughing at the bear sitting at the...”

How rude of her, insulting our favorite bears

She deserves a biting.

nornities replied to your photo “Maeve comes in and points, laughing at the bear sitting at the...”

Fuzzy is quite a philosopher :D

xD Mostly she’s just drunk

reverieinsimlish replied to your photoset “The Innkeeper is a Water fae named Meisuthi Lunat'ma. She grows the...”

And being a bear, she doesn't need anyone to hold her hair back at times like this.

Must be nice!

ashuriphoenix replied to your photoset “The Innkeeper is a Water fae named Meisuthi Lunat'ma. She grows the...”

.... at least she's a lady and pukes in the toilet. :')

LOL should have found the monk’s shoe

simblu replied to your photo “Due to some technical difficulties, we skip ahead to their arrival at...”

;) I adores the bears.

xD I’m glad

#titosims #willky12 #simblu #ashuriphoenix #ktarsims #owly-sims #dramallamadingdang #nornities #reverieinsimlish #replies #text #nonsims

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kutee-boutique-fan-blog · 6 years

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Certainly it’s not a rule as both parents are extremely important but occasionally the Official Dilly Dilly Shirt of the father can be that influential. A lot of fathers are ripped from their children by psycho bitches who use the corrupt family court system. A lot of good men have fought the family court system for years and gotten nowhere.

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I’ve heard and read so many stories of this it’s the leading cause of male suicide in this country and nothing is being done to stop it. Then i come on facebook and see a wall of autism by a bunch of spastic cunts going “boo hoo what about the mums” fuck off there are so many bad mothers out there 90% of child abuse cases consist of a mother abusing the child.

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Because he looks like an idiot maybe? All schools have the same rules and it’s to stop idiots coming to school trying to show off and outdo each other with their hair, makeup, branded shoes and on and on. Yes, a silly haircut isn’t going to make any difference to his lessons but today an idiot haircut tomorrow it’s bright colours and feathers in his hair.

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The line has to be drawn somewhere. Why do people send their children to private schools with uniforms and strict dress codes then get mad they’re not allowed to break the rules. Someone is trying to save this boy from looking like a fool. People seem to be missing the point here.

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The school has rules which have to be followed. By enforcing them they are getting the students ready for rules that will be enforced in the big wide world including the work place. If they don’t follow simple rules now, they don’t stand a chance in the work place as they’d just get sacked! I don’t know what the dress code for schools in your country is.

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l believe every school has a dress code so if he’s hair cut does not meet that of the school and he’s sent home don’t complain,just follow the regulation. I’m a Official Dilly Dilly Shirt and if he were a student a my school he would also be sent home because that is a violation of our rules. If he doesn’t accept the rules, he doesn’t have to go to the school and he can choose another school.

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Rio & Buster

Rio: How gone are you? Rio: I'm wrecked Buster: I'm fine Buster: 'Course Rio: Okay 😏 Rio: Imma go if you ain't on my level then boy Buster: Don't Buster: Talk to me Rio: Been having fun, boo? Buster: Yeah Buster: Mostly when I knocked James out Buster: 😂 Rio: Why'd you do that then Buster: Never shuts up that boy Rio: You better watch out if that's grounds for a kicking tonight, babe Buster: It's my party I can fight who I want to Rio: 🙄 Rio: You're funny Buster: I know Buster: He knows it now as well, like Rio: Coming in hot, I guess Buster: When am I not? 😏 Rio: 😂 Rio: If you say so Buster: You can say it too, I know you're thinking it Rio: You sure? Buster: Yeah Rio: No doubt you been hearing it all night yeah Rio: unless you're fighting everyone Buster: I wanna hear it from you Rio: I'll ring you in a bit Rio: if you want Buster: Don't forget Buster: You're wrecked Rio: I'm not that far gone Rio: just not tryna be that bitch Buster: What? Rio: Blowing up your phone every five seconds, like Buster: I like it Rio: Good Rio: 'cos I already miss you proper bad Buster: I miss you too Buster: Dancing with all these girls who aren't you Rio: Same Rio: It isn't the same, they aren't you Buster: Exactly Buster: They're boring Buster: and don't even know what they're trying to do Rio: I'm sorry you're bored but I ain't Rio: Don't forget Rio: only I can do you like I do Buster: Don't remind me Buster: I can't stop thinking about you as is Rio: But I have to Buster: No Buster: 'Cause I know and you know I know Rio: Fine Buster: Don't sulk about it Rio: Shut up, I ain't Buster: You never say fine if you are Rio: Whaddya want me to say? Rio: I'm superduper fabulous Buster: You're an idiot Rio: Must be, babe, must be Rio: don't knock it Buster: Shut up Rio: Do you wanna talk to me or nah Rio: gonna get a complex you keep telling me to shut up Buster: I love you Buster: I want you here Rio: Okay said I'm not that gone but Rio: doubt I'm getting on a plane levels of sober, baby Buster: We need a private one Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: Both gonna need to be on our grind for a bit longer for that, babe Rio: You cute Buster: I'll call my dad put the demand in before my birthday rolls around Buster: Helicopter at least, like Rio: 😂 Rio: knew you was just spoiling for a fair fight Buster: He wishes it was still fair Rio: Damn Rio: talking an awfully big game tonight boy Buster: Come on Buster: It ain't just talk Rio: I ain't gonna comment Rio: impartial as, obvs Buster: You can say it Buster: Not gonna forward this to him Rio: Wouldn't be the best idea you'd ever had Rio: for many reasons more serious than you doubting his 💪 Buster: I'm not asking you if it's a good idea Buster: Forget it Buster: If you're not gonna be on my side Rio: You're silly Buster: Fuck off Buster: Am not Rio: Don't Pout Rio: we're playing Buster: Whatever Rio: Not whatever Rio: what you thinking? Buster: Like I said, forget it Buster: I've done too many lines Rio: Alright Rio: earnt it after all your 📚🤓 Buster: I forgot shit's better here than in Dublin Buster: One thing that is Rio: 😏 shame you can't do a run for us, like Buster: Come here more Rio: I will Rio: not as if I need to think of an excuse Rio: as long as I avoid your 'rents, it'll be easy Buster: Yeah and they're easy to avoid Rio: Works for me Rio: making awkward morning conversation with 'em the once was bad enough Rio: wasn't even banging you then so Buster: They appeared, we all raised our glasses to cheers and they disappeared again Buster: Good times Buster: You know better now though, yeah? Buster: Fuck being polite Buster: Ignore and avoid like I do Rio: You wanted 'em to stick around and hang? 😂 Rio: I'll stick to avoiding, not their moody teen so I'm not coming at 'em with a fuck off attitude in their own home Buster: 😂 Buster: You keep calling me moody tonight? Buster: You feeling like you're missing out on a decent fight or what? Rio: You know you is Rio: not just got that bottom lip out for the 'gram Rio: nah, all love here, like Buster: I know you wanna fight and fuck Buster: Standard Rio: So what, you reckon 1 outta 2 ain't bad? Buster: Do you reckon I can't fuck you from here Buster: I'm just a phone call away Rio: Don't be a tease again Buster: I'm only a tease if I don't do it Rio: Yeah and you can't rn Rio: I doubt the party's over already Buster: Like that matters Buster: I can do whatever I want Rio: Back on your rich boy hype, yeah? 😉 Buster: Back? I never left it, babe Buster: Forever on this pedestal Rio: 'Course Buster: 💰 talks in whatever postcode, like Rio: Probably true Buster: Actually true Buster: You wouldn't be hustling so hard to make it if it didn't speak for you Rio: Yeah but what's it saying about me to the locals hm Rio: not planning to stay in the 24 forever, shocking, I know Buster: 'Course Buster: You're coming with me Rio: Where? Buster: Everywhere Rio: Yeah Rio: I love you you know Buster: I love you Rio: We're gonna do great things yeah Buster: Yeah Buster: You motivate me, babe Rio: Backatcha Rio: You actually get what I'm trying to do Rio: not just thinking there's nothing else I can do Buster: What cunts are thinking that? Rio: You know, s'what everyone lowkey thinks but doesn't say Rio: but I don't care Buster: Whoever are going around thinking that are the braindead ones Rio: I know I should finish school but it just felt like a waste of time Rio: when I could be out there learning and getting to know the right people to know Buster: You know what you're doing Buster: If they can't work it out, more fool them Rio: Plus I needed the cash for Indie so Rio: Gotta do what you gotta do sometimes Buster: Exactly Buster: Like I gotta finish school so I can get to uni Buster: Even though this school is a headfuck Rio: All about the next step, babe Rio: I couldn't stick it, from what Nance has said and what I've seen of your mates but Rio: is what it is, you're a bit touched if you really rate school, I reckon Buster: 😂 You can't call me that much of a nerd, like Rio: Thank God Rio: taking the whole school boy fantasy vibe way too far, nah 😂 Buster: I know where to draw the line, don't worry Rio: You do? Rio: News to me Rio: Lemme know where I fall, yeah? 😉 Buster: On the right side Rio: Good to know Buster: 😏 Rio: Don't go getting too 😇 on me Buster: 😈 tonight, yeah? Rio: Please Buster: Say it again Rio: Buster Buster: That works too Rio: Save my prettiest pleases for when you can actually hear 'em Buster: Save your voice 'cause we're gonna be on the phone so long you'll start to lose it Rio: 😻 Rio: Promises, promises Buster: You've got it in writing, babe Rio: Catch me sending screenshots of the shit you said drunk to sober you in the AM 😂 Rio: what cures a hangover faster, welcome in advance, baby Buster: I said what I said and I meant what I meant Buster: You can't scare me Rio: Poetic Rio: Catch me swooning 😏 Buster: Shhh Rio: Damn, you mean you ain't gonna recite poetry to me until dawn? Rio: Gutted Buster: I can if you want Buster: This education has equipped me with plenty of that shit Rio: I mean, I'd rather you fucked me like you said you would Rio: if it's all the same to you Buster: I can do both Buster: You'll be the one losing your voice, like, not me Rio: Bit rude you're saying I can't give as good as back Rio: 😒 Buster: I'm just saying you're louder Rio: 😳 Buster: You're so good, baby Buster: Don't doubt 'cause you're meant to be reminding me, remember Rio: Oh right Rio: Lucky I took photos earlier 'cos dread to think Buster: Yeah? Rio: Yeah Rio: well your video got me missing you again, couldn't get ready properly i was so distracted so Rio: had to do something, right? Buster: Show me Buster: I haven't stopped missing you Rio: [All the nudes] Buster: Well now you have to call me Buster: Fuck Rio: Alright Rio: give me a sec to get alone Buster: Okay Rio: [A call later] Rio: S'no joke how cold it is out there Rio: We get it, summer's over Buster: Don't be cuddling up to anyone Rio: Who am I gonna? Rio: A bouncer on my way back in Buster: I know you've got form with it, babe Rio: 'Scuse me? Buster: Keeping 'em on side one way or another Rio: Piss off Rio: I'm not a cuddle whore you are Buster: Fuck off Rio: You can't deny Rio: I been knowing Buster: 😒 Rio: Aww, grumpy baby Rio: you know I don't want anyone who ain't you, not even for hugs Buster: Me either Buster: So don't be chatting like I do Rio: I'm not Buster: Good Rio: Don't be mad Buster: I'm sorry Buster: I'm just wrecked Rio: I know Rio: it's cool Rio: can go all out before school starts again and you've gotta be good Buster: School ain't gotta change a thing Buster: I'm still gonna be 😈 Rio: Hmm Buster: You don't reckon? Rio: Nah, I'm sure you're gonna go outta your way to prove it Rio: coke's just good adderral, yeah 🙄 Buster: You're rolling your eyes but you're not wrong Rio: Oh boy Buster: You love me Rio: 🍀 you Buster: Lucky you Rio: Maybe baby Buster: Did I not just prove it Buster: Or do you need me to call you back Rio: My evil plan Rio: Obviously Buster: [rings her back because he's like that] Rio: You're an idiot Rio: but okay Rio: 🍀 Buster: Tell me you love me Rio: I love you so much Buster: I still miss you Buster: It's so fucked Rio: I know Rio: idk what to do Buster: We just gotta keep doing what we're doing Buster: You're worth it to me Rio: Yeah Rio: it'll be alright Rio: not like we were ever satisfied in person either Rio: can't be helped you're too damn desirable Buster: Can't be helped that we come from the biggest fucking family ever either Buster: It really will be easier here I'm not just saying it to save myself the flight time Rio: Don't worry, I know Rio: happy of the break Rio: always got 2 free days a week, and I can film at yours, even if the quality ain't as good Rio: it'll be easy Buster: Whatever you need to make the quality better just let me know Buster: Not like we're short on space to set up, like Rio: Cheers Rio: I can rock the on the go thing, had to in hotels and shit loads, keeps it real Buster: Alright Buster: But if you need it, send me links to the tech and I'll get it Rio: You're cute Rio: and good Buster: You really matter to me, you know Rio: Shh Buster: You can't make me from there Rio: I don't know, wouldn't be so sure if I was you Rio: you can make me loud from there so Buster: That's different Buster: It's easy Rio: True Rio: such a loud mouth you Rio: god loves a trier, babe Buster: What have you got to make me speechless? That's the only question Rio: Million dollar question, some might say Rio: Have to wait and see Buster: Fuck waiting Buster: Put up or shut up, babe Rio: Your manners really do leave so much to be desired Rio: good thing you're pretty 😜 Buster: It ain't no finishing school I'm at even if some of the girls try and play like they've learned it all Rio: Seen the snaps, babe Rio: even I can see they're no ladies Buster: 😂 Buster: Not something exclusive to the 24, sorry babe Rio: You can keep 'em Rio: keep you posted on if you can post any of your lads, like Buster: No need, I know what you like Buster: And you've got previous to go off too Rio: Don't rush me Rio: that's how James happened and I don't need to repeat that experience Buster: Don't remind me Buster: He did and look what happened there Rio: 😒 Seriously Rio: you're threatening to punch me now okay go off Buster: Shut up no Buster: I'm just saying I don't wanna talk about him Rio: Me either Rio: we're good Buster: Are we good if you think I'm gonna give you a smack? Rio: I was joking, don't worry Buster: Not one of your best Rio: You've gotta relax, babe Buster: Yeah 'cause saying that is really relaxing, like Buster: Stop trying to wind me up Rio: Ugh, alright Buster: Are you really gonna have attitude about it now? Rio: You clearly are Rio: just trying to get on your level, babe Buster: Fuck off Buster: I haven't done anything Rio: Whatever Buster: Just 'cause you're that beautiful doesn't mean you can be that annoying Rio: 😂 Fuck off Buster: No you Buster: Don't whatever me when you've got something to say Rio: I already said it, I'm not gonna tell you to calm down more than once, ain't that fool Buster: Fine Rio: Chat later then Buster: Don't bother Buster: If there's nothing to say there's nothing to say Rio: Jesus Rio: Dramatic, much? Buster: So what? Buster: You'd rather I just nod along to everything, like Rio: Literally, when have I ever said that? Buster: You're saying it now if you're calling me dramatic Buster: I can react how I fucking want Rio: Do then Rio: I ain't gonna nod along either Buster: Then don't Rio: Do you even know what you're reacting to rn Rio: is my point, Buster Buster: Fuck you Buster: I'm reacting to you Rio: This is stupid Rio: We aren't having the same conversation rn Buster: So go Rio: No Rio: I'm not the one that's mad Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: I'll go then Rio: Alright Rio: Bye then Buster: 👋 Rio: Mature Buster: I ain't trying to be Rio: Good fucking job, like Buster: Yeah Rio: You know that I'm not mad at you, yeah? Buster: Alright Rio: and you know I don't know why you're mad at me so Buster: I'm not mad you just stress me out Rio: Never said I wouldn't Buster: I know Rio: Alright Buster: Fine Rio: Stop talking Buster: Rude Rio: Well I thought you were going? Rio: maybe you forgot how Buster: What's that meant to mean? Rio: That I'm helpful, not rude Rio: if you don't wanna talk to me, gotta stop typing Rio: simple Buster: I never said I don't wanna talk to you Rio: Now you're being purposefully headfucky Buster: Fuck off Buster: I am not Buster: You're the one who wanted me to leave Rio: No I never Rio: I just said I wouldn't Buster: Which means you want me to Buster: 'Cause you said this convo was bullshit Buster: We've both got better things to do, yeah? Rio: I did not Rio: I couldn't work out why you were suddenly full aggro Rio: If you like Buster: What do you want? Rio: Just go back to normal Buster: What the fuck does that mean? Rio: Babe, please Rio: just forget this convo ever happened and I will too, yeah? Buster: What like I'm such a cunt that it's gotta be erased? Buster: Fuck that Rio: Not what I said or meant Rio: I just don't reckon we're getting anywhere on this any time soon, right? Buster: On what though? What's your problem with me? Rio: You're not making any sense rn, that is literally it Rio: and I know you're wrecked so it won't matter tomorrow, okay? Buster: 'Cause you're so sober suddenly Buster: Fucking hell Rio: Am I having a go? No Rio: stop taking shit personal when it ain't Buster: Stop telling me how to behave Buster: What the fuck Rio: I give up Rio: Seriously Buster: No you don't Rio: What do you want me to say? Buster: Not that Buster: You don't get to just give up on me, like Rio: I ain't Rio: Honestly, I'm not telling you but I'm asking, please, take a breather Rio: I can call if you want Buster: How? It's mental here Rio: Just walk 'til it ain't Buster: Okay Rio: I love you Buster: I love you too Buster: I called Nance she's gonna be so mad Buster: Fix that for me Rio: Oh Christ Rio: what did you even say? Buster: She didn't answer so nothing Buster: I'm not leaving a voicemail like I'm dad Rio: Well, that's something Rio: She'll be fine, can't pretend she's never disgraced herself now Buster: She might reckon I've died Buster: Can't really send a follow up text like I'm alive Rio: I think she might call back herself if she did Rio: or at least let your 'rents know Buster: She'll be asleep though Buster: Fuck knows what time it is Rio: Don't worry, I've got you Rio: everyone's received a drunk dial, even your sister Buster: Don't tell me that Buster: I don't wanna think about cunts drunk dialing my sister Rio: Not like that Rio: probably off me, like Buster: Some of the girls were at the party Buster: The ones she hates Rio: Bit of a cheek init Rio: least Nance weren't there Buster: She should be here though Buster: School starts soon Rio: I know Rio: bit of a commute for her, babe Buster: You're an idiot Rio: Yeah Rio: You too Buster: You're so far away Buster: Everyone is Rio: Oh, babe Rio: not that far, honest Buster: Promise you're still coming here Rio: Of course I am Rio: Try and stop me Buster: I already have, like Buster: Being a prick to you Buster: Not that I was trying to stop you but Rio: Gonna say, surely you can do better than that Rio: You're just high, not holding it against you Buster: I just wanna hold you against me that's why Buster: The summer wasn't long enough Rio: Soon, baby Buster: Yeah Rio: I'm going bed, come with me? Buster: I'll have to kick everyone out first Buster: Wait for me Rio: 'Course Buster: [passage of time while he kicks the posh twats out] Buster: Are you still up? Rio: Just about Rio: 😴 Buster: You don't have to be now, baby Buster: We can sleep Rio: Good, I don't like sleeping without you Buster: I know Buster: Me either Buster: I'm gonna call and stay on the phone with you though, don't worry Rio: 💕

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The Girlfriend Tag • Trixya • Djoodi

A/N: hey guys, it’s me again! I’m working on the last part of TD&B, but I had this idea and I though it was really cute, so I decided to write it :) I know everybody is freaking tired of Trixya, but what can I do? I love them so much, dude. Plus, I miss UNHhhh already :( Anyways, Tracy and Katya are both cis-females here!   Hope you guys enjoy it!!   TW: smut ;)

Trixie was kind of nervous. Of course she knew her girlfriend very well - perhaps too well - but this kind of stuff always made her nervous. She and Katya had been together for a little bit less than two years and, since YouTube was were everything started, it felt more than fair to do something like that. Of course it was Katya’s idea, but Trixie agreed with it. Also, almost half of the comments in the girls individual channels were “Why don’t you and Katya/Trixie do the ‘Girlfriend Tag’?”   “Are you ready, Trix?” Katya asked, arriving from the younger girl’s kitchen. They decided to do it on Trixie’s channel, since she was the one who told the internet that they were, in fact, dating.   “Sure, sweetie.” she moved a bit to the side so Katya could sit on the ground next to her. She filmed most of her videos sitting in front of the couch on the living room of her apartment, since she thought it looked better than anywhere else. Katya used to say it was bullshit since Trixie’s place looked like a pretty dollhouse, but always ended up just going with it.   “You’re not nervous, are you? It’s not like we’ve never recorded with each other.” the girl sat down.   “I know. I’m not nervous because of the camera, silly. Just…” Trixie took a deep breath “I don’t know. It’s kind of stupid for me to get nervous, I guess."

"Don’t say that, babe. Just chill.” Katya gave Trixie a kiss on the cheek before pressing the button on the camera “Now we are recording."   "Hey guys, I’m Trixie!” she smiled, saying it just like she always started her videos “And y'all know who’s this idiot.”   “Это я, Катя!” Katya laughed, also saying it like in her videos “You guys manifested your destiny, fuckers, 'cause you read the title correctly, we’re doing 'The Girlfriend Tag’! If you guys didn’t know, Trixie and I’ve been dating for almost two years now. Two fucking years, now that’s a lot."   "You do know that I don’t swear here, right?” Trixie asked, but the other girl just shrugged.   “It’s not like I care that much, honestly.” she tucked a piece of her wavy blonde hair behind her ear “But anyways, Trix, explain to them what does 'The Girlfriend Tag’ stands for."   "I mean, they know what it is because is the only thing on our comments sections, but… I’ll explain it.” the girl cleaned her throat “So 'The Girlfriend Tag’ are some questions about us and our relationship that we are going to ask each other, as girlfriends. I think it was originally 'The Boyfriend Tag’, though.”   “Yeah, but since we don’t have dicks it is 'The Girlfriend Tag’.” Katya answered, making the other one laugh “Would you please read question number one?”   “Okay. Let me grab my phone first, because all the questions are there.” Trixie grabbed her phone that was laying on the couch, revealing a pink 'Lotso from Toy Story 3’ silicon case.   “Look how fucking extra this bitch is, I’m dating a freaking 3-years-old kid.” Katya stole the phone from her girlfriend, showing it to the camera, before Trixie could get it back “Her password is 'I love Katya’, by the way."   "No, it’s not. Don’t give yourself that much importance.” her password was actually the day of Katya’s birthday, but she wouldn’t tell her that. Trixie got into the 'notes’ of the phone, finally arriving to the questions “Okay, so the first question is: 'when did we first meet?’ Like, meet in person or meet each other in general?”   “In person was April 22th, 2015. Online it was before. It was, like, 2014, right?” Katya asked.   “Yeah. The first video of yours that I ever watched was the one that you told everybody about the time you went camping or some shit like that. Then we started texting on Twitter, and now we’re here.” she smiled.   Trixie didn’t knew how she had ended in that video. She did beauty videos since 2010, and it was basically all that she watched until 2013. She then started to talk about her life on her channel, she even did a coming out video at some point. But then she saw Katya’s video, and kind of binge watched all of the girl’s videos.   Katya knew Trixie before the other girl knew her. Trixie’s channel was already quite popular when Katya started doing videos, that’s why she never thought of actually contacting the younger blonde. So when Trixie send her a text on Twitter’s DMs it was a surprise. They spent, like, six months only texting and skyping before they saw each other in person for the first time.   “Okay, so the second question is: what was your first impression of me?” the younger girl laughed “Well, we had three first impressions of each other, I guess. My first impression of Katya when I watched her video was that she seemed a little crazy. When we started texting, I was sure she was 100% crazy. And when we saw each other in person for the first time I realized that she is shorter than she seems and that her Russian accent is much thicker.”   “When I watched my first 'Trixie Mattel beauty video tutorial’ I thought she was really good at makeup. Then, when she texted me, I realized she is a really sentimental person. But when we saw each other in person, though, I realized that her jokes are cornier and that she isn’t short. At all. And her boobs are bigger, too.” she smiled, and Trixie’s eyes widen “You can edited this out later, boo. Don’t worry. Say the third question.”   Although their first in person encounter had been more than an year ago, the memories were still fresh for both the girls. Since Katya lived in Boston and Trixie lived in Los Angeles, it was not that easy for them to just go and see each other. But, after months just talking, they couldn’t move on without actually meeting.   They decided it would be better if Trixie went to visit Katya, so she bought herself plane tickets for her to stay a week in Massachusetts. Trixie wasn’t used to traveling so that was definitely an not-so-pleasuring experience, but it was all worth it. Seeing Katya with a sign written “Tracy Martel” in pink letters was amazing. Hugging Katya was amazing. Kissing Katya was amazing.   “Okay, let’s go to the third question: what do we argue the most?” she started thinking “I don’t think we argue that much, to be honest."   "It’s usually about food, I guess.” Katya shrugged, but then she remembered other thing “Oh! So here’s a thing y'all don’t know about this one! She is a freaking clothes bullying!”   “Fuck off, it’s not like that!” Trixie cackled, while Katya still talked serious.   “This bitch over here hates every piece of clothing I have. Every fucking piece. The only thing that she kind of likes form my wardrobe are my band t-shirts. Just that.”

“Well, I’m not a fan of hideous patterns mixed with fucked-up colors, I just wear pink, blue and white! What do you want me to do about it, sweetie? At least i’m honest!” the young blond stared at the camera “And it’s not like we fight about it, I just dislike your clothing. You dislike mine too, so it’s chill."   "Yeah, I guess I’m not crazy about your Barbie Doll fantasy, too. We fight about food, okay? Just keep going, Tracy.”   “Yeah. So, when did we meet each others families?” Trixie looked sat Katya “I met yours in the same day we saw each other in person, and Katya’s parents are so sweet, guys. Literally, they are amazing.”   “And I met your mom on 2015’s Christmas, actually. I mean, I’ve talked to her on skype before when she was here in LA, but Christmas was the first time I saw her in person. Trixie’s mom lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, so it’s not like I’m going to appear in her house out of nothing. So when I went to spent Christmas with Trixie I met her. She’s great. Valerie, if you are watching this, I’m just letting you know that you’re awesome.”   “I hope she’s watching.” Trixie whispered while reading the list, and Katya laughed “Okay, so do we have any traditions?”   “What the fuck does this means?” the Russian girl grabbed her girlfriend’s phone “I don’t know, do we? We watch movies together every Wednesday night since I’ve moved to Los Angeles, but I don’t know if this is a tradition.”   “By watching movies she means watching Contact. And making out.” they both looked at each other “Okay, so are you going to read the questions now?”   “Yes, I will. This traditions one was kind of stupid.” Katya rolled her eyes “Is there any animal that resembles me? Wow, and I thought the traditions question was stupid…”   “You reminds me of eagles.” Trixie said, and Katya frowned “I don’t know why, you just do.”   “And you’re a flamingo. Because they are pink.” she smiled “The next one is about road trips, and we never had, like, a real one. But, we are going to Russia in a couple of months, and that will be amazing! We’ll be sure to do vlogs about it, okay? Oh, this one is good: what pisses me off?”   “Nothing, I’m perfect.” Trixie flicked her hair.   “She wishes. I know what pisses you off: when I answer your texts with only emojis.” Katya laughed out loud “She gets super pissed, is funny. And adorable.”   “Yeah, you need to learn how to answer texts. But on a serious note, I don’t think I do a particular thing that pisses you off. Disagreeing with you, I guess. And when I beat you when we play video-games. You’re kind of a bad loser.” Trixie answered, and Katya looked at her “Don’t give me that face, you know it’s true."   "Yeah, whatever, you still love me.” the Russian girl shrugged “What is your favorite feature about me?"   "Well, this is something I tell her all the time. And is something that I admire since her first video. Her fucking smile.” she said, and Katya opened a big smile to the camera “Please, look at her teeth. I don’t know if is because my teeth are fucked up, but I’m totally in love with her smile."   "Thanks babe. I love your smile, too, it’s adorable, but I guess my favorite feature about you are your eyes. They are so fucking blue, I just like spending time staring at them.” both girls were looking at each other eye to eye.   Katya felt like kissing Trixie, so she did it. I was a calm kiss, very soft. She loved the feeling of her girlfriend’s tongue on hers, and just the feeling of being with her in general. Her hands were gently pressing the younger girl’s hips, pulling her closer.   “As much as I love to kiss you, and I love it very much, we need to finish this video, babe.” Trixie pulled away after a couple of minutes.   “Do we?” Katya asked, kissing Trixie’s neck this time.   “Yeah. I hope there’s no red lipstick on my hole face.” she moved to the side so she could see herself on a mirror that she had “Fuck. Okay, it’s not that bad, at least. I will have a hard time editing this one…”   “I know, but I can help you.” Katya winked “The next question is: do we have any nicknames? Well I call you a lot of things. Tracy, Tallulah, Teena, Trix, Barbie…”   “I call her Kat. I mean, Katya is kind of a nickname too, since her name is Yekaterina.” Trixie answered.   “Yeah, but Katya is an universal nickname. Kat isn’t. Anyways, question number eleven: a food that I hate."   "You don’t hate anything, dude.” the younger blonde answered, and her girlfriend cackled “I’m, like, serious! If you give Katya a piece of wood she’ll eat without complaining."   "Kind of true. But you’re not really selective about food either. I mean, you don’t eat meat because you’re a vegetarian, but that’s it. This bitch eats a whole tub of ice cream by herself in at least 30 minutes, it is pretty impressive."   "C'mon, a lot of people do that.” Trixie slapped her girlfriend’s arm weakly “Read the next one. I think we are almost done."   "We are on number 12, and there are 17 questions. It’s about drink of choice. Now, I’m sober. So, if this is about alcohol, nothing is my drink of choice. Trixie’s is anything colorful."   "Yeah, I’ll take that as an answer. But, Katya’s non-alcoholic drinks of choice are both coffee and Red Bull.” she said, and the other girl agreed.   “Okay, so what is my eye color?” Katya immediately covered her eyes with her hands, putting her girlfriend’s phone on her lap “Trixie’s eyes are blue, by the way, I’ve said it earlier on the video."   "So…” Trixie snorted “That’s kind of tricky. Katya’s eyes are three colors at the same time. They’re, like, green, blue and gray. All together. Some days they are greener, some days they are bluer and some days they are grayer.”   “Very good, Tracy, very good.” Katya took her hands off her face.   “Yeah, I’ll read the next one. Oh…” Trixie said when she read the question “Who’s my best friend. Look, cheesy or not, I consider Katya one of my best friends, and I guess she considers me too..?”   “Totally, yes. So, like, beside ourselves.” the Russian nodded “Yours are Kim, Trannika, Pearl…"   "Yes. And yours are Ginger, Kennedy… You have a lot of fucking friends, actually.” she shrugged “Oh, this next one you’re gonna love. Who has the bigger hands?"   "You think this is super funny, don’t you?” Katya shook her head, while Trixie laughed histerically “Trixie has bigger hands, because she’s fucking tall.”   “No, uh-uh, my heigh is average, you’re the one who’s a little elf.” she saw Katya fake an upset face “If it makes you feel better, I love you."   "It makes.” Katya smiled “Now let’s end this bullshit, c'mon next question."   "Who’s parents ship us more?” Trixie asked “I mean, my mom is glad that I found someone. And she likes you.”   “My parents really like you, too.” the older girl agreed “I guess they are all Trixya shippers.”   “Yep. This sounds weird when we say it out loud. Trixya. I like it, though.” the girl smiled “Now, the last question. Are you ready, miss Zamolodchikova?”   “Fuck yeah, bring it on.”   “Who is more ticklish?” Trixie rushed to grab a pillow that was laying on her couch “It’s me, and if you dare to tickle me I’ll kick you out of my house."   "No, you wouldn’t.” Katya slowly moved towards her girlfriend, starting to tickle her.   “Stop, stupid!” Trixie screamed between laughs, beating Katya with her pillow “I’m serious, Kat!"

"Fine, fine.” the Russian girl laughed, going back to her place.   “You’ve destroyed my hair.” she pretended to be mad.   “Whatever, she’s the more ticklish.” Katya smiled “And those were the 17 questions form 'The Girlfriend Tag’!”   “Yeah, let me end this video. We are on my channel, if I remember that well.” Trixie rolled her eyes “We hope you guys enjoyed this video! Be sure to subscribe to my channel and to follow me on Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter - @trixiemattel. Also, you can watch my two previous videos by clicking somewhere in the screen. If you want to waste your time you can also subscribe to Katya by clicking in her forehead, or going to the link in the description.”   “Yes! And my social media are all basically @katya_zamo, if you are interested. Trixie will put the links of everything down below. Thank you for watching, and bye!” Katya stood and turned the camera off “Now, that was fun.”   “Yeah, it was.” Trixie went towards Katya, and put both her hands behind the girl’s neck “I mean, you’re fun."   "I know.” she smiled, holding Trixie’s butt and kissing her.   This time it was a different kiss. It was much more wild, as if they were rushing, even though they weren’t. Katya squeezed Trixie’s ass sometimes just so the other girl would moan.   “I’m hungry.” Trixie said “We should order something. What do you want to eat?”   “Your pussy.” Katya smiled.   “I’m serious, Kat.” the younger girl laughed, looking down.   “Me too.” the Russian answered, pulling her girlfriend’s chin up so she could face her “Dead serious."   Katya started kissing Trixie’s neck. Trixie smelled like candy, and the older girl was crazy about it. She cupped her girlfriend’s big breasts with her hands, and Trixie was already wet.   "Let’s go to my room, then.” she said, grabbing Katya’s hand.   “No, let’s do it on the couch.” the Russian answered “Let me just put this freaking camera in some place the bitch won’t see us.”   While Katya went to put the camera away, Trixie started taking her own shirt off and unzipping her skirt. Katya came back from the kitchen in only her bra and panties.   “I love that you are already undressed.” the older girl smirked.   “I love that you went to the kitchen just to let my camera there because you wanted to have sex in my living room.” Trixie answered.   “I don’t get paid enough to undress for a camera, no m'am. I’m no Kim Kardashian.” Katya said, pulling Trixie to the couch “Pink underwear is your favorite thing, isn’t it?”   “Fuck off.”   “No, I’ll fuck you.” Katya said, before she took Trixie’s bra off.   She started slowly, kissing her girlfriend’s collar bone while her hands were cupping her naked breasts. Katya’s kisses started going down, and she started kissing Trixie’s soft boobs, making the younger girl moan. She started sucking at those pink hard nipples, and Trixie’s moans started to get louder. She sucked the right nipple while her hand worked on the left one, and she could feel Trixie’s hands on her butt.   After she ended with her the breasts, Katya started to lick Trixie’s stomach until she reached the girl’s panty line. When she arrived there, she opened Trixie’s legs so she could position herself between them and started kissing and biting the girl’s inner thighs. Trixie’s thighs were super soft, just like everything else on her.   When the Russian girl licked the place Trixie wanted her to lick the most, the younger girl though she was going to explode. Katya started to lick her clitoris through the fabric in circular motions, and Trixie put both her hands on Katya’s head, more to hold herself other than take control.   “Fuck, Trix, you’re super wet.” Katya said between licks.   “P-please stop with the teasing.” Trixie moaned.   “What do you want me to do, baby? Tell me and I’ll do it.” the Russian continued to lick on top of the fabric.   “D-do what you said you wanted to do earlier.”   “What did I say?” Katya acted “Sorry, I can’t remember.”   “Fuck off, Katya, please do it. You know what I’m talking about.” Trixie answered.   “I won’t do it until you tell me what you want.”   “Eat my pussy, motherfucker.” she moaned really loud “Fuck, I hope my neighbors are out.”   “Now we are talking, baby.” Katya pulled Trixie’s panties off.   Trixie was soaking wet, and Katya loved it. She licked her folds and saw the girl squirm on top of her. Trixie tasted amazing. When the Russian started sucking on the girl’s clit, Trixie had to wrap her legs around Katya, who was holding her hips. She decided to put a finger inside Trixie while still sucking her clit.   “Holyfuck.” the younger moaned when she felt Katya’s finger on her G-spot “Harder, Kat, p-please."   Katya smiled and obeyed, watching the girl squirm. Trixie came seconds later, moaning Katya’s name while the Russian still licked her. She went up and started kissing her girlfriend’s neck softly, on the places she had sucked before. She could feel Trixie’s chest going up and down while she heavy breathed.   Her knee was between Trixie’s legs, and her hand was rubbing Trixie’s arm. They stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, just hearing the rain falling outside.   "Thank God we filmed before it started raining.” Katya broke the silence, which made Trixie open her eyes for the first time since she had her orgasm.   “You’re amazing.” she whispered.   “I know, right?” the Russian girl smiled “You are too, that’s why we are together.”   “I want to make you feel good too.” Trixie said, biting on Katya’s earlobe.   “You know that you don’t need to - oh.” the older girl tried to say something, but got cut off by Trixie’s hand entering her panties.   Trixie rubbed Katya’s clit in circular motions, wetting her fingers with the girl’s juices. With her other hand, she held the girl’s hip while sucking her neck. Katya couldn’t do anything other than moan.   “Fuck, Trix.” she screamed, moving so she could have more friction with Trixie’s hand “I’m going to explode.”   “Come for me, baby.” the younger girl whispered to Katya, and continue to rub her through her orgasm.   Now they were both lying on the couch, Katya on top of Trixie. She was hugging the taller girl, while Trixie drew invisible lines with her fingers on Katya’s back.   “Your boobs are really soft.” the Russian girl said, without moving. Trixie’s chest was going up and down with her breathing.   “I know.” Trixie smiled “I love that I’m completely naked and you’re not."   "Yeah. Your body is nicer than mine, so it’s fine.” Katya closed her eyes “You know what, Trix, I think I’m completely in love with you."   "I’m sure you’re completely in love with me, asshole. But that’s fine, because I’m kinda in love with you too.” she answered, and Katya laughed “I’m still hungry, fucker."   "We can order pizza and then edit that freaking video.” the older lifted her head up so she could face her girlfriend “What do you say?”   “That would be nice."

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