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yveaart · 1 year

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i knew you were trouble

jungwon x reader

genre : fluff, enemies to lovers (kind of), jungwon bad boy typa guy, fluff, college au.

synopsis : you knew who he was, yet you still allowed yourself to be drifted right onto him by his charisma, but he felt so much more.

warnings : possible chance of reader throwing their phones😁...

it was yet another day, walking around the campus just right before your first lecture. sitting on the bench nearby mainly because the the campus is huge and you had to walk everywhere.

and there he was, yang jungwon. he was barely early so it was slightly surprising, he was going to school early these days.

he had a huge reputation, he wasn't just popular for his looks and his sports activities. but he was also favored by professors for his intellect and family status. and as to local girl information he had a lot of pst relationship.

it will either be the girl got really obsessed with him or he got a small crush, at least he wasn't heartless at all. but you knew more, you knew he was trouble.

you shouldn't be starting to develop feelings. so the best thing to resort is to walk away and ignore. like you are right now, avoiding his presence.

you wouldn't know but at that moment he stared at your figure walk away. class started soon as you sat on the third row.

and there he was yet again entering the room scanning the room as he always do, the other girls gushing, the others not really caring, and you rather look like the last one.

you sat silently starting to resume the book you were reading, the seat next to you shifted— you were fucked.

you ignored everything that could relate to him, it was hard especially when he was beside you, every pen drop, fake coughs and chair shiftings.

and alas after an hour you survived. not until you went out and had an embarrassing length of eye contact with him.

you just scoffed and walked away. this was not the way to go.

you attended your classes for the rest of the morning, and finally sprinting to the park benches where you and your best friends always had lunch.

"oh my fucking god, its like he's everywhere, and it makes me think he's following me but his face actually pops out from nowhere and its making me DELUSIONAL!" you screamed at your friend as you dropped your bag beside the leg of the table.

"mygod slow down.." nayeon muttered with her mouth full.

"make a move already im bored" yuna said stabbing the sushi and eating it.

"its not that easy" you whined lying your head on the table. "are you even aware of who we are talking about? the yang jungwon, a womanizer"

"then why do you like him if you knew that he got with a lot of people" nayeon said scrolling through her phone now.

"this is not helping" you cried opening the lunch box your friends bought you.

it got even worse when he indeed was about to pass through your table, he never goes here, what's the reason now?

you continued to eat keeping your cool, there was no way he would go there to your table.... your luck has ran out.

"hey do you guys have notes for biology that i could borrow?" he asked, you could feel his figure looming above you.

"uhm i think y/n has some, me and yuna doesn't attend biology" nayeon replied. you looked up seeing him facing you.

"i dont take notes" you said a little too blunt.

"oh." it took him a few seconds until he walked away.

"what was that for? are you DUMB??" yuna exclaimed. it was indeed strange to just turn down someone like that quite harsh.

"i'm practicing self control" thanking yourself in the process of hopelessly falling into a pit of emotions towards him.

"guys theres a party in jay's penthouse tomorrow night, we should go" nayeon suggested.

"it's friday why not" you shrugged. packing up to leave for your afternoon classes.

friday.

you once again walked through the halls with tall pillars, people scurrying to study for their finals, but one unnatural sight was held right in front of the campus.

jungwon's group themselves handing out papers to girls. you wanted to know what it was, probably a school event?

you finally walked close enough to them sneaking at the bold letters which said "the official girlfriend application" and you wouldn't miss the litte text below it "for lee heeseung"

it was for the oldest member of the group, now you see the pattern of people they're handing it out too, for seniors but who looks like would fit him, they were also hand out to some lower levels but that was mostly it.

you were about to pass not wanting to miss your class until a sheet of paper was closely shoved to your face stopping you from getting away.

an arm holding "it" out to your face, it was jake sim's, holding it out to you with a smile.

you were actually considering of taking it, but you were seconds too late to react, when you faced jake he was beside jungwon who quickly took it from his hands.

"hey man what was that for" his accent strongly used. you were quick to get of the trance hurrying to your class' door.

all you could think of whole day long was getting out somewhere and have a environmental reset, you needed a change of place— environment, it would be therapeutic and will recharge your social battery and your energy.

when dismissal was granted you were quickly out the door rushing to your dorm, needing a long long nap.

as you did it went from 5 pm to 7 in a matter of your blackout. not to mention how you are violently shook by your friend/ roommate who will soon end up six feet under when you figure out this unacceptable ptable disturbance to your precious sleep.

"what?" you said as your other eye still closed being tubbed by your hand for the adjustment of light.

"THE PARTY??" yuna stated with a "duh?" voice.

"oh right. that was today..." you said trailing off thinking wether you should give in to sleep or socialize.

"HEY??" yuna exclaimed.

"fine give me 10 minutes" and as short of a period of time that sounds.... you really did not finish in it. took you at least 20 more minutes to pick an outfit.

you took a cab easily reaching a tall building. you went in the elevator took you to the highest floor.

you opened the door easily welcomed with a big interior and a shit-ton of people. as you gaze through out the place you had two thoughts that came in mind; a. date jay , b. rob him. and there was a very thin line between those two.

you sat at the kitchen counter tapping your fingers upon the marble sucking a breath realizing your friend won't be reuniting with you anytime soon.

you stood up and opened the glossy noir fridge, taking one of the sodas as you sat down on your previous seat.

"not a fan of party punches huh?" a voice approached you. looking over it was heeseung smiling. he sat down settling beside you.

"i dont really know what's in it so i cant trust it" you chuckled answering him.

"well for some people it's exciting" he chuckled, silence slowly filling in, you had company.

"so do you want to dance with me?" he smiled at you, he was very charming, but you could notice that he was hiding his timidness and with alcohol courage.

but that wasn't the point... should you go dance with him?

"i-" you were cut off by a person shoving a cup into the table between you and heeseung.

"would you like to go and dance with me?" jungwon asked.

confusion struck over you, you felt the need to go. something deep within you sparked acknowledging how he asked you, was he jealous?

"uhm i think i have to go find my friends first" you chuckled in a troubled note.

you stood off your chair, it was moments like this that makes you want to stay and give in. you were so dazed lost on how he charms you.

—

after 15 minutes and 9 laps all around the penthouse your friends weren't in sight. you sighed deciding that you should just go home.

you took your coat and purse exciting the chaos of the wild crowd. walking out you finally had a whiff of clean air thats not polluted with sweat and alcohol.

you headed to the elevator while looking for your phone on your purse, a light click was heard. you dropped the keys for your dorm.

you picked it up noticing a pair of feet displayed in front of you. you looked up and once again as if fate laced you two together, he stood in front of you.

"d-did i say something wrong?" he said, he looked upset.

"what?" you asked confused.

"well, for one you walked out on me when i asked you for a dance"

"oh, i really just had to find my friends you know?" you said trying to make the mood light.

"no, i don't know , i'm not the most patient person... so why are you turning down my every move on you?" he said confused.

"you-?"

"i like you, i know i don't have the best dating history, but i've stopped for these past few months because—" he said pausing.

"i know the type of person you are and i wanna change for you.." he stated.

you stood up shocked. you opened your mouth forcing out something but all that left was air, soon closing your mouth you were speechless.

"do you perhaps don't like me? do you hate me?" he questioned with a hurt look.

it takes more than words.

you leaped over to his figure securing your arms around his neck kissing him. he was frozen, soon giggling into the kiss as he reciprocated the affection.

he placed his arms on your waist dragging your figure to the door opposite of the huge party, not accepting a second of relief in accepting air.

he quickly placed your back softly on the wall as he shifts his lips to kiss you better, wishing you would both collide.

you place your hand on his chest finally breathing heavily.

your eyes met as you both broke into small giggles, adoration.

"i belong with you" he proudly said.

— end —

after weeks of procrastinating to finish this i have finally posted it😭 requests and asks now open !

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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Okay but Arthur in chastity????

Poor thing is always so hard and needy and desperate and whilst you love it, it can be hard at times (like when its a formal event).

Your only option? Chastity.

One night you scene and make him cum over and over until he can't anymore. You clean him up and pull out a cute little cock cage. He's nervous at first but also excited and you explain that it's not because he's bad, this isn't a punishment, just a way to train him to when he can be hard and needy. So you put the cage on and lock it. He looks so sweet, all pouty and caged and unable to do anything about it.

Eventually, it becomes a staple in your dynamic. Only letting him out when he's been the best boy and you want to use him. Otherwise, he's always caged and denied - you even get him a strap that you put on him to fuck yourself with!

You both love it. He loves that you now literally have all control over him and you love that he's given him self to you like this. A bonus is when he is let out he cums so hard he passes out.

(This is turtle emoji but don't have emojis on my compuetr)

OH MYGOD I ADORE THIS. 🐢 anon you have outdone yourself this is so fucking good. Also this ended up being so much longer than intended and so off topic but oh well I hope you enjoy my Arthur babble.

Firstly, yeah it comes about because Arthur really struggles with not getting hard in public. It's both cute and embarrassing, because he doesn't want to have to hide his crotch whenever he's in public with you.

But he really can't help it!! He's just the horniest little thing ever with you.

However, he's also your subby baby and he very firmly believed that he shouldn't get to choose when he cums and when he plays with his cock. That's your decision!! Not his. Absolutely not his.

So maybe he actually starts to feel like a bad boy when he gets hard without you or when he's in public with you? Because he doesn't have your permission then, you can't play with him then.

It's funny because he's this happy, carefree sub that loves making jokes and playfully talking back in scenes but that's only when he knows he's being a good boy. He doesn't feel like a good boy when he's hard without you. He doesn't feel like a good boy when he's getting turned on in public.

Of course he's a little apprehensive about trying a cock cage, because having his cock in a little cage is understandably daunting and scary. But you take it slow, and he loves the idea that he doesn't have to worry about getting hard when he feels he shouldn't or being embarrassed in public.

The first time you try it, it's very short term.

You do a scene with him, overstimulating him until there's nothing left of him, then cleaning him up nicely and putting his cock in the nice little cage.

And he actually kinda loves it?

Having his cock tucked away immediately after the scene makes him feel so safe? He's so happy as he curls up with you, feeling so nice and small and he's actually quiet for once, like his mind has calmed down.

You talk about it the next day, expecting him to want the cage of instantly but no. No he wants to keep it as long as he can. He has it on for the rest of the day, even going to the shops with it on and he loves it so much.

Needless to say, it quickly becomes the norm.

He has to take the cage off before he gets in the car, because it's not safe for him to have metal on him like that in case his car catches fire. But other than that, it's always on. He also makes sure to send you a picture of his cock in his cute little cage again the moment he's out the car.

You take him out when you want to play with him and he enjoys it so much. His orgasms are SO intense that sometimes he passes out, and he's even needier than he was before, unable to do anything but whine and cry and beg when you take his cock out. Often you'll make him make you cum with his mouth before you let him out your cage, because he becomes practically useless the moment you let him out the cage.

He's your good boy and good boys don't control their own cocks. Those are the rules.

#sub!arthur #al #nsfw.#gn!reader #🐢

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skribblz · 4 years

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Cold Hands

Hello @kanene-yaaay! I got to be your squealing santa this year! I hope you enjoy these dumb boyfs! :D

Thank you so much for hosting this cute event @ticklygiggles!!

Today was gonna be a great day. It was Christmas and they were gonna go ice skating or something. They were gonna kiss under a deliberately placed mistletoe, go stare at Christmas trees, or do whatever dumb, cheesy stuff couples do.

Today WAS gonna be a great day at least.

“Oh come on, Michael, it’s not that bad.” Jeremy’s soft voice cut into the air as he sipped his hot chocolate.

Michael glared at the window as small white flurries danced teasingly outside the window. The snow had piled on hard last night, crushing the neighborhood with a thick white blanket. He turned lazily on his beanbag to face the other teen, who watched his tantrum afar on the couch with a crooked, amused smile.

“What do you mean ‘it’s not that bad’!?” Michael groaned dramatically, flinging an arm over his head for extra effect, “My plan to show off my cute boyfriend has been ruined! And by what? By these little bastards who couldn’t wait just another day!” He gestured accusingly towards the window.

Jeremy’s face flushed a little at the word “cute”; it took him quite a while to process them being boyfriends, but now that Michael’s moved on to using gross, affectionate words like “cute” and “adorbs” and even a sprinkle of “babe”... let’s just say it does a lot of things to his heart.

“You’re such a dork…” was the only thing Jeremy could say as he pushed his cup to his mouth, using it to mask his slight embarrassment. Michael doesn’t protest but slumps down even further, a sliver of his tummy peeking through his hoodie. Jeremy’s eyes did not fail to catch this little movement, a smile tugging at his lips hidden against the rim of his now-empty cup.

“Y’know…” he quipped in response, placing the piece of ceramic down on a nearby table, “It is the holidays. Cheer up a bit.” His boyfriend clicked his tongue, sighing in defeat.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

Jeremy was already standing; three strides and he’s reached his destination. Placing his hands on either sides of Michael’s face, the teen smiled bashfully as Michael cupped his cheeks within his own palms. His goofy boyfriend then fluttered his eyelashes, puckering his lips shamelessly, “Kiss me, loverbo-EE!”

Jeremy couldn’t help but let out a snort as his fingers slyly wiggled their way under Michael’s sweatshirt. The evil digits vibrated along his ribcage and shimmied along his sides. His boyfriend didn’t stand a chance.

“S-shIT! Your pfftt- your hands are COLD!” Michael screeched, struggling to grasp onto the offending limbs. His glasses barely hung on as he tried to squirm his way out, but every time he turned to his side, Jeremy’s hand would already be there to meet him, pinching viciously at a hip. And when he turns back to defend himself, his tummy became the victim.

“Jereherherher-! OhmyGod you-hahaha! You ahahasshat!” He managed to wheeze, desperately trying to curl up against the tickly onslaught.

Jeremy rolled his eyes, delivering a series of pokes to the poor boy’s side, grinning mischievously as his boyfriend cackled. “Careful what you wish for!” He sang loudly, but the only response he got was more of Michael’s chortles. He wasn’t complaining though. He liked Micahel’s laugh. It made his stomach all tingly.

Oh wait that was just Michael’s hand and-

“Noohoho, this ihihisn’t- not fair!” Jeremy burst into giggles, retracting his hands from Michael’s torso to guard his own. He flopped onto the ground as Michael rubbed away the tears of mirth from his eyes.

“Hehehe...not so tough now, are we?” Michael snickered, climbing over the the taller boy. He cracked his knuckles in a joking manner and then wiggled them threateningly, “Ready babe?”

Jeremy was already laughing and Michael hasn’t even touched him yet, his pale cheeks erupting into a pretty pink.

“Oh I’ll show you something funny alright!” Michael growled. With zero hesitation, ten swift fingers closed in on their target, and Jeremy exploded.

“Nononono! Plehehease stahahap!” He shrieked, eyes squeezed shut. Michael only sniggered, scratching lightly at Jeremy’s armpits, “This doesn’t even amount to half the torture you put me through, Jer-Bear.”

“Ohoho mygods, plehehehease don’t- ack!” Jeremy yelped as Michael’s hands dug a bit harder into his hallows, “-dohohon’t call me that!”

“Aww quite the predicament Jer-bear has gotten himself into, huh?” Michael responded wistfully, “Too bad no one can save poor Jer-ry-bear-y.” He cooed sweetly, his grin melting into a devious smirk.

Jeremy’s face is undeniably red now, “Nononoooo! Thahahat’s! Thahat’s going overherherboard!”

With that, the teasing fingers slowed down, eventually stopping to rest lightly on a heaving stomach, Jeremy’s breaths punctuating the air for a few moments. “Mmm, yeah I guess you’re right.” Michael pursed his lips, pulling his hands out of his boyfriend’s shirt, intentionally dragging his digits across the pink skin just to hear a few more giggles.

“And with that, we’ll call it even.” He huffed proudly, arms raised in victory, “Michael wins!”

Jeremy pushed himself up a bit, rolling his eyes at the boy’s exclamation as he caught his breath. Without hesitation, he tasered Michael’s side, making his boyfriend bark out a laugh as he fell right onto Jeremy. There they continued to laugh without restraint, cheery giggles filling the room.

“Y’know,” Michael hummed, “You’re really warm, like a heater. My hands are super warm now.”

Jeremy just snorted humorously, letting his own fingers crawl up Michael’s hoodie as the owner cringed away from the icy touch.

“My hands are super cold.” Jeremy said, voice hinting at a challenge. “Won’t you lemme warm them up?”

#michael #jeremy #boyf riends #be more chill #squealingsanta2k19 #skribes

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xbarrjallenx · 6 years

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Jealous

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Request: “Omfg can i request a part 3 for "Chaising Pavements"?!?! Ahh part 2 was so amazing, im so sad and my heart broke into a million pieces! 😊😊❤ “

“please please please do a part 3 for chasing pavements/jessies girl!!! its so good oh my gosh”

“PART THREE FOR JESSIES GIRL PLZ OR SMTH LIKE THAT IT WAS SO GR8″

“OH MYGOD PLEASE PLEASE DO A PART THREE FOR CHASIG PAVEMENTS/JESSIE’S GIRL! I CANT STAND THE SUSPENSION! OMGGG IT WAS SO GOOD”

“3rd part please.... pleeeeeeease?????”

Summary: (Y/N) and Dustin sought for Nancy’s help to understand Mike’s actions, but he got worse and some important things slipped through his mouth.

Word count: 1.779

Posted: 25th of November 2017

A/N: OMG! Here’s the 3rd part of Charing Pavements and Jessie’s Girl, finally! I thank each one of you for the kind comments, I can’t believe that I got too many positive comments and you seriously made my day, motivating me even more on writing. Thank you so much.

I thought of ending it with part 3, but some of you requested some more Dustin Henderson x reader scenes and I had to make Mike jealous. I just love imagining him dying of jealousy. Anyway, if you want, I voluntarily will write part 4, probably the last part, so let me know. Thank you.

I hope you like it and enjoy! Comments are appreciated and welcomed.

- G. x

Links: Chasing Pavements (Part 1); Jessie’s Girl (Part 2); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)

Few days has passed since the Snow Ball, but you still couldn’t take Mike’s death and sorrowful glare off your head. You couldn’t understand why he would be grumpy and irked. He couldn’t be jealous, could he? And if ever, why would he? Mostly, when Eleven has already came back.

“Dustin, are you sure of this?” You asked him for the millionth time and you thanked him for being patient with you. You were so anxious and afraid of what might happen next, mostly when Mike could discover everything what you and Dustin were doing.

The group has planned to do another endless campaign of Dungeons and Dragons, but Will and Dustin decided not to as Eleven and Max kept on interrupting the game by asking explanations for every move that the party would make. Everyone in the group, except you and Dustin, offered a hand to teach the mechanics of the game to the girls. You, obviously, had a better thing to do with Dustin.

“Of course, (Y/N).” He nodded nonchalantly, lowering his voice so the boys wouldn’t hear your conversation. After all, they were still convinced that you were already in a relationship with Dustin. “Nancy knows how to make people feel better, maybe she knows why Mike is acting weird too.” You both stopped in front of Nancy’s bedroom door, slowly building your courage up before knocking.

“Dustin, Mike barely talked to us, you must be kidding if you think that he talked to his sister.” You rolled your eyes as Dustin took a deep breath.

You were both devastated as your best friend suddenly stopped talking to you, also because you didn’t do something bad to hurt him or make him angry. He has greeted you, but he was so cold and detached. Mike has never treated you in that way, he never did. He has always wanted to make you feel better, to see you with your widest smile on your face.

“You’re prettier when you smile, (Y/N).” He stated as he tucked your (Y/H/C) hair behind your ear. You flutter closed your eyes in happiness, feeling his lips on your forehead.

“Nancy?” Dustin knocked, gently shouting Nancy’s name to have her attention. Your eyes grew wide as you shook your thoughts off your head and you were about to run away, but Dustin grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly. “You are hurting, (Y/N), but let me help you. You can still conquer the boy of your dreams, okay?” He whispered in your ear, softening your gaze.

“Hey Dusty, (Y/N)!” She cheerfully greeted, pulling you both in a tight hug. Dustin quickly let go of your hand as he didn’t want for Nancy to tease him with you. That boy has got a crush on the young lady standing in front of you. “What’s up?”

“Uhh,” You nervously blurted out and Dustin smiled at you to encourage you. “I need some help.”

“Oh,” She warmly smiled. “advices on dating Dusty?” She winked at Dustin, but he just rolled his eyes. You shook your head and she quickly knitted her eyebrows together. “But the rumours had it and I thought that you are together.”

“We’ll explain it to you.” Dustin seriously stated. Nancy nodded and she invited you to enter her room, shutting and locking the door nonchalantly.

“So, what is everything about?” Nancy curiously asked, sitting on her study desk. Dustin invited you to sit beside him on the edge of Nancy’s double bed. You followed him as you roamed your eyes around the room, catching some interesting photographs and posters on the wall.

“We aren’t together.” Dustin explained, emphasizing his words. “The people thought that we are, because we hugged in the middle of the gym during the ball.”

“Oh,” Nancy sang as she got Dustin’s point. “so, what is your problem? How can I help you with it?”

“The problem is Mike Wheeler, your asshole brother.” Dustin blurted out. He rolled his eyes at the thought of his best friend. He was a little bitter, because he suddenly stopped talking to him, giving him death glares as he tried to make you, his closest best friend, feel better. He did nothing bad nor awful, on the contrary!

“What did Mike do?” Nancy asked as she let her legs hang from the desk, swaying them as she listened to you.

“I love him.” You shyly blurted out, feeling the heat on your cheeks. Dustin widely smiled, showing his beloved pearls, and teased you cheekily. You shook your head in disbelief and you rolled your eyes, because you couldn’t stand the embarrassment of the situation.

“Oh my God,” Nancy enthusiastically cheered, making you bounce on the bed in shock. You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand if it was a compliment or not, so you sat there: puzzled. “Jonathan owes me and Steve twenty bucks.”

“What? You’re betting on me?” Your mouth opened agape and you elbowed your best friend as he kept on giggling under his breath.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t help but do it. I can totally see in your eyes that you liked Mike.” She nodded, defending the fact that the teen adults made some bet on you and Mike. You shrugged your shoulders as Eleven came into your mind, sighing as the pain penetrated your already shattered heart.

“He likes Eleven.” Dustin murmured, almost silently. Nancy’s smile suddenly fell back as she heard his brother’s secret. “But the thing that I don’t understand is why did he just stop on talking to me or (Y/N). I did nothing but dance with her during the ball.”

“Hmm,” She brought the back of her hand under her chin to think and she sighed since she couldn’t think of the right answer. “have you talked to him?”

“No, he is detached and it seemed like he kept on pushing me away.” You honestly answered. You bit your lower lip, trying to halt your tears from glossing your eyes. “And, if ever, I don’t know what to tell him.”

“Oh,” She nodded, leaving the desk and stood in front of you instead. “I think that the guy is jealous. I know that you are his closest best friend, sometimes he would share to the family your moments together, sometimes your problems too. He would always be proud of himself whenever he would make you feel good. Maybe he’s just jealous and afraid that he might lose you.”

“I don’t know, Nancy.” You were perplexed and you gave her a confused look. “Sometimes, I just want to tell him that I love him, even though I know that it isn’t requited. Maybe I would feel better if I let everything out.” You vented, Dustin was just listening at your statements. Sometimes he would look at you, sometimes he would look at Nancy to understand the situation.

“You’d like to let everything out?” Nancy sadly smiled, thinking of a way how to help you. You stare at her while waiting for her answer, you watched her walk back and forth, trying her best to think of something. “Aha, I got it!” She happily exclaimed.

“What is it?” You raised an eyebrow as you carefully listened to Nancy.

“You pretend that Dustin is Mike and you tell him everything, as in everything.” She convincingly said in a lower tone. You glanced at Dustin and he smiled at you in response. “You’re going to practice and, whenever you’re ready, you talk to Mike. Is that okay?”

“Okay.” You shortly answered. You unleashed a long and heavy sigh, readying yourself. It wasn’t the same to have Dustin in front of you, of course, but maybe he could help you to make things easier.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Nancy encouraged you as if she was a director of some sort of film.

“Dustin,” You started, turning towards Dustin’s direction. You imagined having Mike in front of you, even though you pronounced Dustin’s name. You thought that calling Dustin by his best friend’s name was disrespectful. “I-I like you, no! I-I love you! It has been years since I started loving you, but I never had the courage to confess my feelings for you. I don’t know, maybe because I thought that we were just best friends or something like that and best friends don’t usually love each other, I mean in a romantic way.” Dustin nodded to encourage you to go on with your speech. He didn’t know that you stopped because you heard some footsteps outside the room.

“Just go on!” Dustin gently ordered with a smile. He was really willing to help you, also because he didn’t want to see you hurting anymore.

You nodded and took a long breath. “I didn’t even know what love was, but then El has arrived and my-“

You suddenly stopped when you heard a loud bang outside of Nancy’s room, jumping a little bit on the bed. Your eyes grew wide, afraid that someone has heard your confession.

“What the hell, Mike?” Nancy twisted her door knob, went out of the room and forcefully opened Mike’s room. You and Dustin looked at each other and followed Nancy, slowly walking, almost tip-toeing. “What’s your problem?”

You peaked through his doorway and your heart dropped as you saw his tears slowly streaming down his face. Dustin looked at you and you looked at Dustin, you were both puzzled, confused.

“Fuck off, Nancy!” He pushed her sister away, wiping his tears furiously.

“Mike!” You restrained him from pushing people away and treating them in a rude way. He wasn’t the Mike that you used to know and you kept on saying that you knew him well, but you didn’t even know why he was acting up in that way.

“(Y/N), just go away, okay? You do nothing but give me heartbreak and misery!” He fearlessly spat the words as if they were venom in his mouth. Your tears found their way through your eyes and your chest tightened, his words weighing in your chest. Dustin quickly hugged you, rubbing your back as you sobbed against his neck, knowing how hurt you were.

“What the hell, Mike?” Dustin defended you as he yelled at his friend. “Stop being a dick!”

Mike noisily sobbed and hardly sniffed, letting his hot tears to wet his red cheeks. “You know what, (Y/N)? It’s hard for me to say this, but,” He paused, terribly trembling as he took all of his courage out. He didn’t mind Dustin, but the scene of Dustin hugging you broke his heart even more, wishing that it was him. “I love you and I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me!”

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johnlarens · 7 years

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my great comet experience (act ii + stagedoor)

so here’s part two of my great comet experience! and here is part one: (before the show + act i + intermission)

LETTERS: - this song is such a headbanger - during the first couple lines, Pierre is at his desk writing a letter - “for I have been studying the Kabal-” and when he knocks on a book, dust flies everywhere - Mary is so desperate for Natasha to come back and be her friend :-( she just wants a friend - “So alone in here,” Scott and Denée’s duet with this line…….. - when Anatole is begging for Natasha to say yes to his proposal, he’s on his knees directing her gaze to him when she tried to look away - “Just say:: yes” ANSKDBDKDBDK Lucas is hilarious what tbrfuvk!! He held out the “ye-” part forEVER and just quickly ended it with the “s” - and when Natasha finally says ‘yes’ to Anatole’s proposal, Anatole does a ‘yes’ motion with his arm he’s so happy sndkfbflg that little soggy crocodile - towards the end of the song, Natasha has Anatole’s letter in her hand as she’s asleep on the ground, and Sonya comes along and swipes it up

SONYA AND NATASHA - Sonya is hiding Anatole’s letter behind her back and she looks so nervous and guilty like…baby please….. - Sonya’s face reeked with concern and shock when Natasha said that she’d do anything for Anatole - sonya (i feel) beats herself up so much for letting Natasha and Anatole’s relationship get this far - She just wants to protect her cousin from the (potential?) backlash and harm that could come her way for being unfaithful to Andrey - “I hate you, Sonya!”

SONYA ALONE - Brittain Ashford has such a beautiful voice and she nails Sonya tbh - throughout the whole song, Sonya and Natasha are on opposite ends of the stage. The spotlight is shining on Sonya the whole time, but the light bulbs that hang low are just barely illuminating Natasha - also, Sonya never takes her eyes off of Natasha

PREPARATIONS - “Ah, Anatole, where are you off to?” The way Anatole looks at Pierre- with the utmost surprised look- it reminded me of when a child is caught trying to sneak out by their parent - “you will not be seeing me for some time” and Anatole gives the audience the BIGGEST SMIRK - Before he heads off, Anatole changes into a black, short, leather(?) vest and check himself out in the mirror - “Ah, that’s a true sage, living in the moment. What I wouldn’t give to be like him.” - I love Dolokov - When Dolokov is trying to change Anatole’s mind, he’s grabbed him by the back of the neck and hair and pulled him back before letting him go

BALAGA - like I said before….I love Balaga - so I was sitting on the left side of the stage and on my side there were two ensemble men making out - And on the right side Hélène and Marya are making out and my soul ascended, it was amazing - Anatole’s green coat is so glorious

THE ABDUCTION - okay what the FUCJ - they all g SO. FUCKING. HARD. - THEY’RE ALL MOVING AROUND AND JUMPING AND THE LIGHTS ARE AMAZING AND THEY’RE SWINGING AND FUCCH J - I love Anatole’s green coat - SCOTT HE B E L T S HIS “wwWWOOOOOAAAAAHHHhhh”

- he tried to start up again and was like 'nope!’ and giggled and took a few more breaths before starting for real

- abskdbfkf his face is so red from belting his woah and the next few lines and just from moving around so much - ANSKDBDK AND ANATOLE!!!!!!!!!! when he tells everyone to wait and shut the door AND THAT DOOR SLAMS SHUT - everyone rushes to sit down WHEN Anatole says so, and he squeezes next to this woman who is SO embarrassed!! - and then he starts talking to her (“yes, that’s the way. It’s a Russian custom”) - he stretches and slings his arm around her shoulders; and after he says “alright” he gives her a kiss on the cheek before heading off!! - at least until Dolokov interrupts about the fur cloak - THEN COMES HOMEBOY BALAGA - and oh my. Goddddddd!!!!! When Grace McLean emerges from the door with all that RED AND FUCKING GGOES “you will nOT EN TER MYYY HoOusSSe S C O U NDRELL!!!” - As Anatole is running off Natasha is in the corner looking terrified that she (or Anatole rather??) had been caught trying to elope

IN MY HOUSE - I want Grace McLean to yell at me - I also want her to win a tony - Natasha was covering her ears for a good few lines as Marya scolded her - Marya looks more shocked than angry when Natasha snaps at her - “Let her sleep!” Sonya practically flinches away from Natasha with the world’s most concerned face, as she slowly backed away

A CALL TO PIERRE - so homeboy Pierre looks like he’s passed out drunk, when his servant enters the room - And the servant!!! Oh my god akdbdkd so as he’s presenting the letter to Pierre, he’s rolling his wrist, waving the letter towards Pierre, urging him tit and it - And when he finally does, his face looks so confused?? - When Marya greets Pierre she’s happy to see him (but not under the circumstances) - When she asks where he’s been Pierre tousled his hair (nervously??) when he responds - And oh my oh man oh m a n!!!!!!!!! Pierre’s “what’s” get more and more intense and then after Marya’s “Natasha and aAANA tOLD KKUUURAAGIN” - “WHHAAAT!!!!!” I LOVED SCOTT OKAY HE WAS AN AMAZING PIERRE WHAT THE FUCKING - HE WAS FURIOUS MY GGOD I BUST THE NUTTIES OF NUTS - Marya’s face is so frightened and ANGRY GOD THEY ALL WANT TO BEAT UP SOGGY CROCODILE MAN

FIND ANATOLE - Pierre is searching for Anatole with such FURY and I love him - “Nonsense, nonsense, nothing has happened!” He’s shaking his head and waving his arms in emphasis that all is well he just wants to protect Natasha - “I must see, Natasha, how can I see her?” Anatole is so distraught and panicked - Anatole is draped over Hélène’s lap totally distraught and crying - The tone in Pierre’s voice when he disses Hélène is so raw and full of anger and the look on her face is so surprised and :O - When Pierre demands that he must speak to Anatole, he kinda chases him down the steps of the stage until Anatole follows him to his desk

PIERRE AND ANATOLE - the strings in the first few measures in this song is such a headbanger what the fucking??? - Pierre shoves some papers off his desk and throws a chair to the side - When he grabs and shakes Anatole with his big big hands I bust the BIGGEST nut - Pierre has Anatole pinned to his desk, hand on his throat - “And I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of smashing your head in with this!” the paperweight Pierre threatens him with is so BIG??? - When Pierre lets him go, Anatole is so upset and frightened! He’s brushing himself off and fixing his hair and rubbing his throat - Anatole shoves the remaining papers off of Pierre’s desk and ends up fixing his chair so it’s upright - “Amuse yourself with women like my wife, well then you’re within your right!” - “Don’t you understand that’s as cruel as beating an old man or a child!” Anatole’s hands are covering his ears and he looks so !!!!! :-( but that’s what u get! - when Anatole and Pierre are arguing and the electronic noises grow stronger and stronger Natasha poisons herself, and when she does, she screams and Sonya and Marya come running and they rush off stage - “Next day, Anatole left (PAUSE) fOoR PEETEE RrRSsBUUUUuyRRRRRRRRG” I bust a nut

NATASHA VERY ILL - At this point most of the cast (save for Scott and Denée) have sat down so they become part of the audience - Pierre helps Marya sit down on one of the stools on the stage seating and he’s so gentle and caring and I die

ANDREY AND PIERRE - they make fun of each other’s appearances just like friends do and it’s so heartwarming - they’re so happy to see one another - Andrey’s demeanor changes so much within the first few lines to when the two start talking about Natasha - at first he seems open and happy to see Pierre, but then as soon as he asks about Natasha and Anatole, and Pierre responds with “something of that kind” he shuts himself in - “If you wish to be my friend, never speak of that again.” He sounds so….empty and sad. He jabs his finger into Pierre’s chest- who just lets it happen….

PIERRE AND NATASHA

- aka the song that makes me believe in love - when Pierre see’s Natasha struggling down the stairs she rushes to her, concerned - and then when she doesn’t give him he hand he’s so hurt and confused - “Peter Kirilovich” Pierre shakes his head, and puts his hand on his heart when he responds with just, “Pierre” - Denée’s voice is so quiet in this song, in the cast recording it’s at a regular, normal volume, but at the show, my god it’s so fragile, it’s…..so soft and sad - “but still I’m tormented by the wrongs I’ve done him,” she sounds and looks so disgusted with herself when she delivers this line and my heart broke - “tell him that I beg him to forgive…forgive…forgive me for….everything,” Denée sounded so close to tears at this line and I was so close to crying - “did you love, did you love that bAd man?” Scott is amazing and I love him as Pierre…..he sounded so…..heartbroken - “dOn’t call him bad!” after she snaps at Pierre, she looks so frightened - “She began to cry,” yeah, no, she SOBS! SHE’S BENT OVER WITH SOBS AND PIERRE LOOKS SO DISTRAUGHT MY GOD - in the audience is Hélène, and I noticed that she had her head in her hands and at one point was dabbing her face like she was crying and my god that hurt - “He felt the tears begin to trickle, underneath his spectacles-” his back is turned away from Natasha, and facing towards the audience, he’s so good I love him - he begins making his way towards Natasha, reassuring her that everything is alright and he will be there for her - to which she just shakes her head, saying how she is unworthy of his kindness - and holy shit we’re getting close to the part™ - Pierre is facing away from Natasha as he delivers the ONLY speaking part in the entire musical and,,,,,,,,,,,,mygod - Scott delivers those few lines perfectly, his voice is the right amount of scratchy, nervous, and loving, and my heart burst - “and glancing at Pierre, ooooOOh, Pierre,” …..my heart has never ached so much…Denée’s voice is so beautiful, and it’s THIS line that her voice goes from being so soft and quiet, to bright and happy- like sun shining through a window after a rainy day - The hand thing ™ Natasha does as she’s singing “-I leave the room smiling-” Pierre looks so confused and slowly backs his head away from her hand but once it cupping his cheek, he just accepts it and welcomes it - “-unable to find the sleeves,” Scott is so wonderful! He puts the coat on- just reflex I suppose- and time just seems to stop as we go into the final song

THE GREAT COMET OF 1812 - the girls who sat across the aisle from me was already crying from the previous song but now she was crying harder and that’s the biggest mood of them all - the transition between the last song and this one is so nice - Pierre finally realizes that he can and HAS changed and that he’s a better person and he’s so happy and my god I love him and I want him to have everything good in life - “shIIINES the gREEaAAT cOOOoMeet of 1812” I love the harmonies in this line - the comet i don’t even know how to explain what t looks like - It’s so bright and beautiful - Pierre is sitting down and gazing so longingly at the comet as it and the music get brighter - And the audience went nuts

STAGEDOOR - okay so so many people came out and I was so happy - I asked my mom to hold my playbill and get it signed for me while I took selfies….we had a system going :-p - Brad Giovanine came out and I was so excited!!! - I thanked him again for giving me a dumpling and he was so sweet! He was like, “I usually don’t remember faces, but I remember you!” I was so happy wtf - When Paul Pinto came out and I asked him for a selfie I told him that I loved him as Dolokov and he chuckled and said “I actually played Balaga” and I’ve never wanted to project myself into the dirt more ajdbdkdh! But he was really sweet about it! He teased me about it for a little bit! He was like “I’m the other brown guy!” “Me and Dolokov look pretty similar, especially from the audience!” And I said, “well you were hilarious as Balaga!” And he said, “maybe I was Dolokov? Maybe I will be?” And I was like “in my dreams you’re an amazing Dolokov.” And then as he moved on to sign my playbill I told my mom that I felt bad, and he heard me and was like “ah don’t be! It happens! I tease people about it all the time!” - Then Nick Choski came out and he was so sweet I loved him as Dolokov (I told him that and he smiled really wide and thanked me!) - Pearl Rhein came out and as I was about to gush to her about how much I loved her tattoos, and when she went to sigh my playbill, I noticed she had a treble and bass clef on her wrists and I was so shooketh - All in all it was such an amazing show and the actors were so nice I really hope they all say connected with one another and continue doing great things with music

so that’s it for my great comet experience! if you have any questions, or just want to talk about great comet, PLEASE DO! I love this musical so much

#my post #the great comet

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B O Y get ready then lmaooo >:)

1. selfie? - l o rd okay fuckggin2. what would you name your future kids? - idk honestly i don’t think i want any???7. what was your life like last year? - the majority of it was awful lmao i’m hoping 2017 doesn’t kick my ass :):)12. what is something you want right now? - pizza honestly15. personality description - i’m really shy in person and i’m quiet so most people mistake me for being an asshole…the resting bitch face doesn’t help either lol. but after i’m comfortable with the person i’m really sarcastic, loud and talkative and will respond with memes 9 times out of 1021. age and birthday? - i’m 19 and my bday is may 7th! i’m gonna be 20 man wtf34. most embarrassing moment? - there’s to o many oh mygod….one time in pe we were playing double dutch and i had a cute gym teacher on one side and i accidentally kept backing up on him and he’d just go “op” and step back and i didn’t realize it was him until my friends were laughing at me i wanted to y e l l :)36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? - graduate college, move out of illinois, visit japan!40. favorite memory? - i traveled by myself for the first time to chicago last february to see a concert and it was awesome as hell man i miss it52. something i’m talented at? - learning…languages???? i got nothing for you my dude lmao53. 5 things that make me happy? - the gazette, my friends, my girlfriend, my dog, and memes56. favorite foods? - i will literally eat anything someone puts in front of me tbh57. favorite animals? - sloths, pandas, and jellyfish!

thank you careeey (*´ω｀*)♡

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iamnotthereanymore · 7 years

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i feel like my two irl friends don’t like me (probably mostly for stupid reasons) but then also i got in touch w/ a friend from college to tell her i’d be moving to her city / ask if she’d be down to chat about it, and i haven’t heard back from her, so i’m suppressing the urge to freak out and self-harm, because i was already upset about the thing w/ my irl friends -- one of them has canceled on me three times in the last several (idk how many) months, but only when our other friend couldn’t make it (so only when it was just gonna be me & her, instead of the three of us all together). so it’s like???? what??? does she not want to spend time with just me? does she need our other friend there as a “buffer” to be able to tolerate me??? i mean, i feel like the two of us aren’t as close with each other as each of us are with the other friend, but...??? we could change that??? right??? but i worry that maybe i’m triggering to her for ed reasons, or that i talk too much when it’s just the two of us, or that i’m a shitty friend, or a shitty person in general, and i just... i feel like i’m just such a toxic person that nobody wants to be a part of my life right now. first my irl friends, and now this friend from college, although if she’s mad at me, it is because i am a shitty friend. i am the shittiest friend. i don’t keep in touch becasue i’m terrified. i am terrified of being close to ppl, of being honest abt my feelings, about reaching out first and being the first to start a conversation, like, my social anxiety is so bad that i get super nervous just like hitting the like button on a friend’s post on social media. i don’t do it. like, ever. because it’s not just “saying something” to your friend, but fb also announces it to your whole goddamn feed that you have an opinion on whatever, and i’d rather just disappear and not have anyone remember that i exist, and fb announcing to the whole world that “amialone liked so-and-so’s post” does nothing to further my mission to disappear from memory and from other people’s lives. also, i have such a hard time asking for help (in IP, i was assigned the impossible task of asking a nurse for a cup of water. a goddamn cup of water. hit the call button, wait for the nurse to come in, and ask for water. couldn’t do it.) but i asksed my friend from college for help, and ??? three days later now??? no response??? oh mygod this is the end of the world i am a terrible person becasue this person i reallyr eally like deosn’t like me oh my god send help fuck. i want to cry now and i hate crying. fuck crying.

oh also this shit is probably why i get upset / feel self-conscious sometimes when i post shit on here and don’t get a single response ever for months at a time, e ven though i -- by nature of the above reasons, i.e., being completely fucking terrified of socialization,and of existing and being known to exist in general or whatever -- never comment on or rarely ever like other people’s posts on here. but like i like screaming into the void, but i hate screaming into the void and feeling as if the void is looking back at me, but just ,, like, with a blank look in its(?) collective face(s?) and just , like, not saying anything. just quietly judgging me and holding me in contempt, as, a worthless speck of literal human garbage. like fuck. i hate existing sometimes, and i hate like... everything about having relationships or not having relationships or trying to and feeling like i’m always failing and always will fail and never will and never can succeed... it’s just... painful. always. and then even when you like someone, you can’t actually let them know bc that’s just embarrassing. humiliating. and totally gives them a power over you that you don’t want them to have. and you cant’ afford for them to have. vrfjul k kl ylrioyhvglimu h iouh oih i hate everything why can’t ppl just repsond to my messages always even tho i never do the same, and also repeatedly reassure me taht they like me and are not mad at me and don’t hate me for being a piece of shit person even though i am ??? huh??? why, god? (no answer required)

#also i low-key kinda am starting 2 wonder if i may have bpd after all #...like maybe all those therapists / psychiatrists / w/e who diagnosed or tentatively diagnosed me or w/e.. maybe they weren't all assholes #or just like ignorantly diagnosing me bc 'u r a difficult patient + are afab + also self-harm' therefore u have bpd #maybe they saw something in me???#but idk bc i never got the chance to ask them bc they never told me abt the goddamn diagnoses!#i just saw them in the copies of my charts that i got when i was applying for ssi #...ooooh what if i cut up my old pt charts and turn them into a zine / art piece???? holy fuck #ok bye

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